Chapter 3: Tangible

Chapter three: Tangible

"How are they?" Was the first thing Sirius asked when I saw him that night after Harry went to bed. He looked exhausted with dark circles that seemed permanently stuck under his eyes and a beard to his chest.

I handed him a few wrapped sandwiches and a bottle of water before sitting down across from him. "They're both fine. I'm going to check on Remus here after I leave you. He was a bit alarmed earlier, I wasn't careful and he saw me."

For a few moments we just each sat there in silence while Sirius ate. Then, when he did speak, it was quiet and she almost didn't hear it. "I keep thinking you're just something out of my imagination. That I've been in here too long and I'm just projecting. Are you real?"

"I'm just as real as you are," I whispered.

He followed suit with a harsh whisper of his own. "I'm just not sure how real that is at the moment. I feel like I'm slipping away," he sobbed quietly.

I knelt in front of him and hugged him as he cried and his shoulders shook violently. I have said, that angels aren't supposed to feel emotion, and they're not, but I didn't feel like what I was as I comforted Sirius. I felt human.

"This is only temporary," I told him. "Harry and I will figure out a way to get you out and you'll come home with us. You'll be okay."

"Do you promise?"

I never promise. I tell Harry this all the time. If it is to be God's will, I cannot interfere- so how can I promise if it is to be? "I cannot promise," I said. "I will do my best to make it so, but I can't promise. I don't promise to anyone but my father."

He grimaced and then pulled away from me angrily. I let him, admittedly hurt by his actions, and stood up. "Why are you here then," he asked, "if you can do nothing?"

I don't know what was happening. I had been upset about things before, how the Dursley's treated Harry, watching James tell Lily to take Harry and run, watching them both die, watching Sirius be taken to Azkaban. I felt love. I loved my Harry. I had loved James and Lily, Sirius and Remus, Hagrid and Severus Snape. But never, had I felt anger. I scrambled away from him and stood up.

"Nothing?" I demanded incredulously. "You think I do nothing? Maybe I should leave then and show you what it looks like, for me to do nothing. Tell that to Harry when he needs a reassuring smile or someone to tell him about the Wizarding World, because let me tell you, no one else is. Nothing, is letting him believe him parents died in a car crash and his father was a drunk. Nothing, is letting you rot here."

It wasn't until after I stood in front of Remus' house that I frowned at myself and wondered what was happening to me. But, I shook my head and entered the house. It didn't look much different than a day ago when I had tried to clean it up. I listened around for any movement, knowing that as it was just at dawn, he wouldn't be Moony anymore. He should have turned back by now.

There was a low moaning from the basement and I opened the door leading down to it, jogging down the stairs to where a naked Remus laid on a mattress on the floor with broken wood shards thrown around the room like a whirlwind had occurred.

I sighed, walking forward to help him up. He groaned and looked up to see her, groaning again and pressing his face in the mattress. "Why are you here?" I heard, muffled through the mattress.

I grabbed him by the arm and tried to help him up. He stood shakily, leaning as best he could on me, and I lead him upstairs and towards his room. "Was it a bad one?" I asked.

He panted and nodded. "Who are you?" He asked as I helped him into bed. "You mentioned Sirius, but you've been helping me."

"Shh, it's okay. Lay back, I'll get you something to wear." I pulled some night pants and boxers out of a cracked and uneven dresser and brought them over. I handed them to him and turned around to give him a shred of privacy.

"Give me a reason I shouldn't call the Ministry," I heard him ask behind me. I turned around to find him brandishing his wand at me again and slumped.

"Really? We're going to try this again, are we? You shouldn't even be standing." I stepped forward to help him back to bed.

"Don't," he said tiredly. "Don't move. I'm still waiting on answers. I've seen you twice now. Who are you?"

I smiled weakly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but, please, let me help you. That's all I'm here to do."

His arm dropped a few inches and he stumbled a step. I immediately was at his side with an arm around him and helped him back onto the bed, pulling the covers up to his chest. I brushed his hair back the way I did when Harry was sick or having a bad day.

"Please, who are you?"

"I watch over Harry," I told him. "I watched over James and Lily and you. I watch over Sirius. My name is Alethea."

He frowned with his eyes closed, a crease appearing in his forehead just between his eyes. "What do you mean? Why would you watch over Sirius? Where were you when he betrayed James and Lily? Where's Harry?"

Now he was working himself up as he struggled to sit up. I gently pushed him back to lay down again. "Sirius would never have betrayed James and Lily," I half scolded. "Harry is asleep at the moment, and Sirius is as special to me as you, James and Lily are. I hope you don't mind that Harry surpasses all of you."

His eyes were flittering, his consciousness fading in and out as he fought his exhaustion. "But-"

"Shh," I said. "Everything is alright and I will be back soon."

Harry was sitting up in his bed when I arrived back from Remus, tiredly stroking his owl's neck. When I appeared, he turned his green eyes, glazed over with a fine film of sleep that had yet to fade, to me. Then he smiled and it made me smile. My boy. Then I frowned. But he wasn't.

"Are you okay, Alethea?" He asked me.

I sat on the edge of his bed. "I don't know," I told him. "I feel strange. More... tangible."

He frowned at that, not knowing what it fully meant, but not wanting to ask. I knew if I tried to explain it, I would come up short and it would just frustrate him. Until earlier, with Sirius, I didn't understand that. Frustration. Not really.

"What should I name her?" He asked, motioning to the snowy owl.

"I don't know. Maybe something from your book?"

He nodded and pulled one from the pile of school things in the corner, A History Of Magic, and we went through the names in the pages.

"How about Imogene?" I shook my head.

"Doesn't sound right for an owl."

"I could name her after you."

I smiled. "No. I'm an original."

"Oh, hey, what about Hedwig?"

I grimaced. "That's even worse than Agatha. Don't punish her like that."

He grinned. "Then that's what I'll call her," he said- being every bit as contrary as his father had been. "Just for you, I'll call her Hedwig."

Hedwig hooted. "Perfect," I grumbled. "Now you can send Draco a letter."

A stricken look passed Harry's face. "But, with a quill? I've never written with one."

"Then it will be good practice before you do your assignments."

He took forever, trying to push writing a letter off. It was ridiculous. He was obviously antsy and wanting to write his new friend a letter, but at the same time didn't want to pick up the quill. I could tell he was hoping that I would just let him use a different writing utensil, a fountain pen perhaps, but after three days of longing looks and not so subtle dramatic sighs, he finally tried the quill. He still shot me annoyed looks as he wrote and rewrote his letter to Draco, each time having me proof-read it before he threw it away to start over. Despite the fact that I told him each one was fine.

He finally believed me after a dozen other attempts and tied his letter to the leg of Hedwig, before turning his big green eyes to me. Then he batted them exaggeratedly. And then smiled.

"Oh no," I said, immediately seeing where this was going. "Hedwig can get there and back on her own. She doesn't need a shadow. Send her off and you'll get your reply within the next day or so."

"But, Leaf, what if Draco's father finds it? I just want you to make sure he doesn't intercept her." He grinned, thinking I would give in just because he said a bigger word. Impressed as I may have been, I did not.

"No, you mean for me to spy," I accused.

"It's not much different than what you do for my godfather and Remus. You've told me about going there to watch out for them."

He had a point. "No. Protecting and making sure they don't hurt themselves or get themselves into trouble is entirely different than spying on your new friend because you're afraid he won't write back." Harry's face fell into a heartbroken look. Well, if he wasn't afraid of that before, he is now. I sighed. "Fine. I'll go. But I don't approve of this!"

His face lit up again and he nodded. "Objection noted," then he turned to the owl. "Hedwig?"

The bird hooted as if to agree with him and I went off to Malfoy Manor. I could have waited until Hedwig got closer to her destination, but I'll admit to being curious about what had changed since the first war. It seemed bigger, but perhaps that was just because this time I was to scale. There seemed to be endless rooms, some tastefully decorated as though they were designed for royalty and some so garish and gaudy with expensive things obviously bought just for the sake of having them. Lucius, I expected, was to blame for the latter.

He was the one I came across first, alone in his study signing a few Ministry papers with an overhand flourish. He wore slim glasses resting on the very edge of his nose that, a moment later, he took off to press the back of the hand holding them to his forehead- letting out a slow sigh to suggest he was stressed. He stood up, gently tossing the reading glasses on the desk, and walked out the door with a straight back and a high head. I followed him, wondering where he could be going. He went up a flight of stairs and down to a door where he knocked. There was a crashing on the other side of it and Lucius' left brow rose at the harsh sound echoing in the otherwise silent corridor. The door opened, and there stood a slightly rumpled Draco who quickly averted his eyes to the floor, and shut the door behind him to leave him in the hall.

"Father," he greeted quietly as he twitched under Lucius' hot gaze. He was guilty of something. He had the same look as Harry when Harry did something he knew he shouldn't. I wondered what it was.

"What was it that broke?" Lucius asked in a cool tone.

Draco winced. "B-broke, sir?"

"Yes, Draco. Broke. I heard the sound before you opened the door, and you do seem keen not to let me see your room."

The poor boy had the look of someone doing some very fast thinking. "Oh! That. Yes, well, you see, Father. I was holding a... a book!"

"A book?" Lucius drawled.

Draco nodded enthusiastically. "That's right, my new Potions book! But, when you knocked, I was so startled that-that-that I dropped it."

"You dropped it?" Lucius sneered. Once again, the boy nodded and I smirked in amusement. Yes. He reminded me very much of Harry. "Show me."

Draco's face paled. "S-s-show you? Right. Show you. The Potions book. That I dropped. Because you-"

"Get on with it!" Lucius snapped.

Draco flinched as though he thought the man might hit him. Then, with legs shaking like a newborn fawn, opened the door to his bedroom. I could tell it wasn't what Lucius expected to see, nor was it what I expected either. It was immaculate... aside from a rumpled Potions text laying face down by the desk as though dropped in a surprise. Draco seemed just as shocked at his room as Lucius, though he quickly straightened up so he wouldn't see.

Lucius' pinched face twisted in distaste. "Do pick it up, boy. Are you a barbarian?"

"N-no, sir." Draco quickly picked up the book, smoothing out the pages. "I'm sorry."

"A Malfoy," Lucius started as though he had both heard and said it a million times before, "apologizes for nothing. You will remember that before you get on that train if I have to smack it into your thick head. Am I to understand you have that practice assignment for Severus adequately finished?"

Draco's face brightened and he snatched a long parchment off his desk to hand to his father, obviously very proud of it and thinking his sire would be too. I remembered Lucius to be rather good with Potions, though uneducated in them past Hogwarts where Severus earned a Mastery in them. His icy eyes read back and forth over the small handwriting while Draco's became more fearful for what he would say. At last, Lucius shoved it back to Draco.

"I suppose it will have to do," Lucius drawled. "It isn't, after all, a real assignment. If it were, you might be lucky to scrounge up an Acceptable. This better not be the amount of work I can expect in your studies. I expect you to be the top of your class. Am I understood?"

"Yes, Father," Draco said quietly. Lucius left after another cursory glance around the room, but I stayed as a house elf popped up next to Draco. "He didn't like it," Draco told the house elf.

"Master Snapey will still likes it," the elf said, sadly watching her young master slump in his chair. "He'll tell you how good it is."

Draco shook his head. "No," he said. "It's stupid. I can't believe I thought it was good enough. It never is."

The elf scrambled over to him, trying to comfort. "No! You mustn't say that! Master Snapey always proud of your works."

Draco angrily, with the beginnings of tears starting to leak from his face, pushed the elf to the floor and shouted, "HE DIDN'T LIKE IT!"

I placed a gentle hand on his head, smoothed out his hair, and watched the tension leave the boy. He looked down to the elf cowering at his feet and knelt to help her up with a worried expression that he might have hurt her. "I'm sorry, Cinsy. Are you alright?"

The elf nodded, letting him help her up. "Master Lucius not liking you say sorry."

There was a tapping at the window and Draco looked over to see Hedwig. He quickly went over to let her in, despite not knowing whose owl she was. He untied the letter and read it quickly, getting excited with each word.

"He owled me," he told Cinsy with a grin. "He really owled me! I didn't think he would- but he did!"

Cinsy clapped for him. "You'se should write Harry Potter back."

"What do I say?" Draco asked. "He isn't like Crabbe or Goyle... or even Nott! What do I write?"

I watched him write his reply, frowning and having Cinsy erase it for him to start over again even more than Harry had to. But, he finally was satisfied enough that he tied it back to the leg of the waiting Hedwig- then watched her fly off with it, turning back to his practice assignment with a determined frown.

"What are you doing back here?" I heard Remus ask.

"Making sure you haven't offed yourself," I replied before turning around.

He looked better than before, obviously if he wasn't in bed and felt good enough to walk around the house. His wand was in his hand, but at least it wasn't aimed at me the way it had been both previous times. "I want some answers, Alethea."

I smiled at the fact that he remembered my name, silly as it might be. "What do you want to know?"

Remus wasn't expecting me to say that, and he looked around both sheepish and confused. "Well, would you like to sit down? I have a lot of questions. There's tea."

I had never had tea. I'd never had any human substance. I didn't need it, but I accepted the offer of a cup of tea. Preparing it would calm his nerves. He nodded, mostly to himself, and started to the kitchen. "Don't," he paused at the door way. "Don't leave."

I smiled gently and made a showing of taking a seat on his lumpy couch. He nodded and went off to make tea. I could hear him through the thin walls, the cups clinking against each other, the water running, the ice box opening and closing. He came out with a tray in his hands that he set down in front of me. It was odd, the man changing so quickly from almost menacing- his hands shaking almost uncontrollably as he handed me my cup.

"Well," he said. "Where were we?"

"You were going to interrogate me," I reminded, adding honey to my tea to mirror his doing so.

He looked sheepish again, looking anywhere but at me. "Right, well. What-what is it that makes you so sure Sirius is innocent? The evidence is-"

"Evidence can be faked and created," I told him. I took a cautious sip of my tea and jerked the cup away from me.

"Careful," he said in surprise, as though I were a child. "It's hot."

It was! I rubbed my tongue against the back of my teeth in hopes of soothing the pain on the tip of it. How was it that Sirius used to drink it immediately? That's awful. But... it was delicious. I looked at the cup in confusion. I wanted to try to sip it again, but didn't want to hurt.

Remus looked at me strangely. "Are you okay?"

I nodded. "I just didn't expect that. I've never had tea. It was amazing, but painful."

He blinked a few times and my admittance of never having had it before. "Well, usually you'd have to wait for it to cool down. Just, give it a moment, yeah? Now, my question."

"Right. Sirius. It was Peter, of course. Did it ever occur to you how out of character it was for him to supposedly hunt Sirius down? Sirius convinced James and Lily that it would be safer if Peter was the Secret-Keeper- no one would suspect it. When he found out about Peter's betrayal, he cornered him. It was all Peter's doing, you see."

"But," Remus stuttered, letting my story sink in as I braved my tea again- only to find it the perfect temperature to guzzle. He watched in confused amusement. "But, no. No they would said... unless... yes. Unless they thought me to be the traitor."

I winced at his broken-hearted expression. "If it helps," I said cautiously, "James and Lily refused to believe it. And it nearly killed Sirius to think it."

It didn't help at all. I could tell as I eyed his untouched tea. Wordlessly, he placed it in front of me. "How do you know all of this? Who are you? How are you in contact with Sirius? No one's allowed to go see him. I tried at first. To find out why he would do it."

"I look after Harry," I told him. "He lives with Lily's sister and her husband and son. He's going to Hogwarts this year. And as for seeing Sirius, well. I just sort of pop up whenever I want."

My wings tingled as I sipped Remus' tea, slower this time than my own in appreciation of his giving it to me. I unfolded them slightly for him to see, and his light green eyes widened. He stood suddenly and I looked up at him casually, still sipping his tea.

"You're, that's impossible. Ridiculous. You should leave."

I sighed, standing up. "Remus, please be reasonable. I'm not lying. I would say let's try Veritaserum, but I don't think that would work on me. I don't lie anyway, and I've already agreed to answer any of your questions."

He nodded. "So you're a..."

"An angel," I finished for him, very matter of fact. "It's okay to say it."

He nodded again, slowly sitting down. "Yes. An angel. I'm talking to an angel, of all things. A werewolf and an angel. Talking and having tea. Quite normal."

"You know, Sirius didn't act like this when he found out. He was much more calm."

Remus answered immediately, his facial expression not changing out of awe. "Yes, well. That's because he's not exactly an intellectual being and probably thought it more amusing and fun than the strange occurrence it is. It is a strange occurrence, isn't it? I mean, angels don't just go around talking to people at random for a spot of tea. Do angels like tea?"

I licked my lips to get the last bit of taste from them. "Yes, it's odd. Most angels don't leave home, but I did after James and Lily passed so that I could keep a closer watch on Harry. And... I don't actually think an angel has ever drunk tea before, but I think it's brilliant. Blinding."

"Would you- would you like another cup?"

I pondered that. "No, I'm not sure that would be the best idea. Angels don't imbibe human substance, and I've already drank both of ours. Perhaps next time. If you don't mind that I'll be popping in on you to make sure you're all right."

He shook his head. "An angel wants to make sure I'm okay, and you think I'd mind? I'll be sure to keep tea around for you." He paused with a somewhat astonished look.

"Is it just now sinking in?" I asked carefully.

"Yes, I believe it is. Alethea? Is that your real name?" I nodded. "Alethea the angel. You're an angel. I'm having tea with an angel."

"Do you need a moment?" I asked.

He nodded, looking around. "Yes, please, just so I can sort of process it."

A few minutes passed and I would hear mumbles about the irony of an angel at tea with such a monster. I didn't bother commenting, he wouldn't accept whatever I said anyway. Then, he asked about Harry. Whether he was happy.

"I suppose he's as happy as he could be," I said reluctantly. "His relatives are nightmarish, honestly. I don't know what Dumbledore was thinking leaving him there with them. I don't know what would happen if I weren't there with him. He met a friend in Diagon Alley. Draco Malfoy, who seems to be different from his parents."

"Narcissa wasn't so bad," Remus said. "When we were in school she was all right. It's being married to Lucius that's done it."

I nodded my agreement. "Well, I've told him all about both of you. He's smart, looks just like James- but still has Lily's eyes. It's a bit startling actually. You remember how Lily could get anyone to do anything with those eyes."

Remus nodded sadly. "I wish I could meet him, but Dumbledore insists it wouldn't be a good idea."

That's because Dumbledore wanted to mold Harry to be the hero he needed. But I didn't say that aloud. "You should meet him anyway," I told him. "I could set that up. And really, I have more of a claim for Harry's guardianship than Dumbledore. I think that would be spectacular."

He looked hesitant at the idea of deliberately disobeying Dumbledore, but smiled in the end. "I'd love to. I've kept trying to meet him. I even tried to get custody of him at first, but well, he's the Boy-Who-Lived. And I'm..."

He didn't finish the sentence, nor did he have to. I smiled. "Perfect. I could bring him here. Just pick a day."

Remus thought to himself before smiling.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked me for the fourth time, sending off his third exchange of letters to Draco. I had never taken him anywhere like this, and honestly I wasn't sure how it would sit with a human.

"It's a surprise," I said for the fifth time. "Have you got your shoes?"

He nodded, wriggling his holey trainers at me to fix again. I needed to find a way to get him new ones. I did my best to fix the holes and straightened his robes that I had convinced him to put on. Luckily, they covered his shoes. I didn't want him to wear his new ones until we got to Hogwarts, knowing he had the habit of getting a mess on them. In that line of thinking, it was probably a bad idea to have him wear robes, but it was too late now as it was nearly time to leave. I tried to get his hair to lay down, but it jumped back up.

"Oh well," I sighed. "Time to go anyway. He's probably already there. You ready?"

"No," he said with an impertinent smile. "But I would be, if you'd tell me what this surprise is."

I frowned. "Behave, Crash. We could just stay here. I'm sure you could read another chapter of your Charms text."

His green, gem-like eyes widened. "No! Come on. I've always wanted to travel with you."

I smiled and kissed the scar on his forehead, pulling him into an embrace and disappearing from his bedroom with him in tow. We came to a meadow near Remus' house. I had insisted that we meet somewhere neutral, but secluded away from prying eyes. I didn't want Harry or Remus to feel uncomfortable by them meeting in Remus' house. It was close enough to it for Remus to feel comfortable, but far enough away Harry wouldn't feel as though he were imposing.

"Well," Harry said, looking around. "It's nice, Leaf, but a bit of a let down after your hype about it being such a surprise."

There was the clearing of a throat behind us and Harry turned around. Remus tensed at the sight of his best friend's son. I smiled encouragingly, looking back to Harry. "This is Remus Lupin. He was friends with your parents and wanted to meet you."

I'd told Harry about him already, of course, and he had wanted to meet Remus before Remus even mentioned it. I had told him at the time, that I would see what I could do.

"Surprise," I whispered softly at Harry's growing smile.

"She told me I used to call you Uncle Moony," Harry started. "Do you, I mean, if that's alright."

Remus nodded enthusiastically. "I would love for you to call me Uncle Moony. If you want, that is. I'm sorry you're stuck with the Dursley's. I wish I could have done something about that." He looked down to a thermos in his hand as though just remembering he had it, and offered it to me. "I brought you some tea," he said. "Just honey in it, like last time."

I brightened and opened it, smelling the liquid before taking a swallow. Harry laughed. "I've never seen you eat or drink anything."

"That's because I don't. I had never had anything until last week with Remus."

"She tried to drink right off without letting it cool," Remus told Harry conspiratorially.

Harry laughed and Remus watched him do so with an awed expression on his own face. Then he looked to me with an expression that said he didn't know how to thank me. But he didn't have to. This was one of the happiest times I had seen my Harry. It was I who had him to thank. So I just nodded my understanding and watched him put an arm around my boy.

When I took Harry home, it was long after midnight before he fell asleep and it was less than a week before we went to Hogwarts. Sirius was asleep when I appeared in his damp cell, curdled in the farthest corner from the door and shivering uncontrollably. I instantly felt guilty at not having come back after our row. My feet flinched at the cold stone floor as I walked towards him. Strange, I thought, as I didn't usually feel cold or hot. But, I suppose I did get burned by the hot tea before.

"Sirius," I whispered, gently shaking him. "Sirius, wake up."

He jerked awake and away from me in fear, before his eyes adjusted and he frowned. "Alethea?"

I nodded. "I'm sorry," I told him. "I shouldn't have just gone off like that. I don't know what came over me."

He stood up, the first time he had ever stood in my presence, and towered over me in a skeletal like shadow. Then he embraced me, the way he had only once or twice before, but this time he felt warm. He was cold, I could tell that, but he was semi warm as a human being too. I hugged back and he buried his face in my hair.

"I'm just glad you came back. I was afraid you wouldn't. I shouldn't have gone off like that. I can... I can feel myself getting darker in here, and I keep trying to fight it, but I don't know how anymore. I don't even know if I want to."

I shushed him gently, awkwardly rubbing his back. "You'll be okay," I said. "We'll get you out of here. Here, Remus sent you some chocolate."

Sirius pulled away immediately. "He-he sent me chocolate?"

"I explained everything to him. He also sent you tea, and some of his mother's meat pie. I brought you a heavy blanket and Harry asked that I give you a letter he wrote, but I'm not allowed to read it."

He looked down at the items I held out to him; a small basket with Remus' offerings and Harry's letter, placed neatly on top of the folded wool blanket. He smiled shakily, taking them from me gingerly and setting them down on the stone floor, the blanket on top so it didn't get wet.

"How is he? How's Harry? When do you two go off to Hogwarts?"

"Sunday," I told him. "We board the train on Sunday, today's Wednesday. Harry met Remus today. He wrote you a letter as soon as we got home, he told me to stress that it's only for your eyes. I'll still come by. I won't just not visit while we're at Hogwarts. Remus and I will try to find a way to prove your innocence- maybe find Peter."

He nodded, eyes searching my face. "I keep wanting to ask if you're an angel sent to watch over me, but, well..."

"I'd do anything for Harry," I told him. "But he's not the only one I care about. I care about you and Remus and Severus. I cared about James and Lily. I care about the Order. If I'm not here, and you ever need anything, call for me."

He hugged me again, and I went off to my Harry.

A/N: What do you think of Alethea? Remus? Sirius? DRACO? I loved writing Draco... he's so adorable and I love him so much. I vaguely described her in another chapter, but I had a question of what Alethea looked like. She has long white blonde hair, more white than blonde, always barefoot with small feet and unpolished toes, dusty rose lips that looked cracked as though she'd never hydrated them. She has one otherworldly blue eyes like the brightest sapphire, and one green eye the exact color of Harry's. Whether that is coincidental or by design as Harry's guardian I will let you decide. If anyone gets what I mean by 'tangible' or doesn't but wants to know, message me!

So, I know I haven't posted anything in a while, but I have been a bit busy. I've been accidentally getting into a Criminal Minds mood again. Oops. I am working on Suscepit, but I'm looking for a copy of the Goblet of Fire to use as reference. Can't find one, and using a pdf isn't working out so well. I promise I haven't forgotten it though. It may be just a bit longer. I have one that is an almost done, really long one shot of Petunia and Severus. I've been writing Good!Petunia.

I'm also still working on a few that I have posted a chapter to. Come Back To Me is a SiriusxHermione story that I really liked, but not sure how or if I will continue that one. Same goes for Black is the Color, where Sirius' twin is a Marauder. I really liked that one, but got no response and have other stories to write. I have had an idea for a RemusxOC romance of sorts, but again, not sure what's going on with my writing. I can say that this one (Divine Interest) and Suscepit are the two that I am positive I will be continuing. Though, this one is my favorite and I have more thoughts for where it's going. If you have any ideas or anything for any of my stories, or would just like to discuss ideas or plots, please feel free to message me.

For any Criminal Minds fans out there, I have a story in the making of Gideon having a daughter who starts in the BAU shortly after Rossi. I'm not sure where that one is going, but I do have a lot of notes on it. Let me know if that's something any of you would be interested in.

Let me know what you think of this one, I have huge plans for it and I WILL be continuing this to the end. I do apologize for my inability to stay on one thing. I'm also looking for a Beta, one that can help with creative questions and get back to me fairly quickly. Message me if you think this is you or a beta you know. I am finally in Washington state again, with my granddaughter- long story- and I have MISSED the Northwest. I didn't realize how much until we all went to Safeway for beverages and I'm like ERMEHGERRD! Lol. All the ramblings... sorry... also. I have one or two Wolfstar, but I'm also recently loving the idea of Sirius and Severus. Haven't written one yet, but I plan to.

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