~*^*~*^*~Chapter Three: Memory~*^*~*^*~
Memory,
Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet,
And the wind,
Begins to moan.
Memory,
All alone in the moonlight.
I can smile at the old days,
I was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory,
Live again.
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Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of someone humming a soft melody. He turned and saw Teresa laying next to him. She was singing a song softly…he wasn't sure the words were, but he remembered hearing it in Aunt Petunia-no, Petunia's jewelry box. She wasn't permitted to have the title 'Aunt,' that was an honor she definitely didn't earn in Harry's case. "Morning, beautiful," he whispered, and she stopped.
"Did I wake you?" she asked worriedly.
"No, I was up," he lied, crossing his fingers. He hated to see her blame herself for his waking up early…or was it even early?
"What time is it, anyway?" he asked her. He squinted at the clock on his night table.
Teresa rolled over and said, "Ten thirty. Don't worry, I checked in on Ron and Hermione a half hour ago, they were still sleeping. It takes awhile to get use to different time zones."
"Look, Te…are you okay with…with everything I said yesterday?" he asked, rolling over to face her again. She sat up and leaned in towards him.
"Harry, we've been through this. Yes, I am. I trust you completely…I'm upset you didn't tell me sooner, but at least you did…eventually."
He sighed, "Yeah, it took awhile. Look…I was going to, really, but three things stopped me. One being that magical people aren't exactly supposed to tell muggles. Another being that I thought you'd try to force me to go back. To England. Which, as I've pointed out, isn't an option just yet."
"What was the last?" she asked curiously.
"Don't be impatient. The last was that you'd…that you'd leave me if you found out. And I couldn't have that…I love you. So if you put them all together…I couldn't tell you until I was positive that I didn't want anyone else and that you'd believe me…you do now."
Teresa smiled, she had definitely done something right in another life to have gotten this good of a boyfriend.
"I love you too, but I think we should go see if your two friends are up yet," she said, and rolled out of bed.
"Hey!" Harry said suddenly, and she turned.
"We'd better ask Hermione to change your pajamas back-you may like a nice silk lavender nightgown, but I miss my comfortable pajamas!" he sulked.
Teresa giggled, "C'mon, let's go wake your friends." They walked downstairs together and Teresa knocked on the door to the guest room. They heard a voice yawn, "Come in."
"Hermione," Harry nodded to Teresa, and opened the door. "Morning, 'Mione," he said, smiling at the brunette whose hair was as out-of-control as his own was. Of course, the difference was that Hermione's was only like that after a night's sleep. Harry's was, unfortunately, doomed to be hopeless forever.
"Morning, Harry," she replied. Ron was still fast asleep next to her, snoozing softly.
(A/N: Isn't 'snoozing' such a great word? I think so! Er…right…back to the story.)
Harry walked over and kissed her on the cheek. "So, what time does the tall git usually wake up?" Harry asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Teresa hovered in the doorway.
"You can come in, Teresa. Oh, and he usually wakes up…I don't know…nine-ish? Ten-ish? Well, that and the time difference…" she trailed off.
"I vote we poor water on his head," Harry straightened up, and Teresa giggled.
"I'll get the bucket, shall I?" she asked, and Harry nodded.
"Harry, that's evil! He's sleeping and," she was interrupted.
"And what, being engaged to him makes you vulnerable to his wicked sleeping patterns? No, no, no, this won't do. The water!" he said dramatically and Teresa handed him a bright pink pail. Hermione raised her eyebrows at that, but said nothing.
"One…Two…Three!" Harry said, and dumped the bucket of ice cold water on Ron's head.
"WHAT THE…?" Ron screamed and jumped out of the bed. He looked at Harry, who was laughing so hard that he had to lean against the bed for support, in disbelief.
"You know, you snore," he said matter-of-factly, and Ron glared at him.
"I'll just be going then," Harry said, and started sneaking towards the door.
"Oh no you don't! You leave, you die-literally," Ron said.
Harry started to panic…his eyes rolled back and a harsh, frigid wind whirled all around him, making him shiver…fog swirled through his eyes…he wasn't cold, per say, but felt as if he were drowning…
"Good bye, you two. I love you both," Harry said, before turning away.
"What're you…Harry! Harry, stop! Stop!" Hermione started to cry.
Harry looked back, and then started for the door.
"Oh no you don't! You leave, you die-literally. Please don't…" Ron said desperately, trying to get his friend to see truth.
"Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry!"
Harry blinked. Teresa was looking at him, worried, and Hermione wasn't looking too calm herself. "You okay?" she asked, and Harry nodded. When she looked terribly unconvinced he nodded again.
"Really, I'm fine. Just…remembering," he smiled half-heartedly and walked out of the room.
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Later on, Hermione was sitting with Teresa at the kitchen table, telling her stories of their (Ron, Harry, and herself) childhood.
"Yes, and poor Harry was always stuck between the two of us. A saint, he was, putting up with our antics…why, we fought about everything from my vacation habits to our pets…don't you smirk at me, Ronald Weasley!"
Ron grinned angelically, "Course not, 'Mione."
"Harry,
tell him not to smirk!"
"He wasn't smirking, 'Mione," Harry said, quickly abiding to agreeing with Ron for the sake of his toe, which was already quite bruised due to Ron.
"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" Hermione said dramatically, but smiled to show she was just kidding.
Nevertheless, it was too late.
Harry felt his eyes roll back, the icy winds returning, and was remotely aware of the silver mists filling his senses. He could barely breathe, and yet again the memories started taking over.
….and when he tried to point out to Hermione that the evidence all pointed that way, she lost her temper with Harry too.
"Okay, side with Ron, I knew you would!" she said shrilly. "First the Firebolt, now Scabbers, everything's my fault, isn't it! Just leave me alone, Harry I've got a lot of work to do!"
"Harry! Harry! Harry! Harry!"
Harry snapped his head up and looked at his friends, who were looking worried.
"Yes?" he asked, and silently prayed that they'd drop it.
"Harry…are you okay, love?" Teresa asked him.
"Of course, Te, just rather tired. I think I'll go up to bed," he said. That last…vision had scared him. The two situations were irrelevant; one was when Hermione was teasing him, and the first time, Crookshanks was being accused of eating Scabbers.
Hermione, Ron, and Teresa exchanged mystified looks.
Teresa nodded, and said, "Come down when you're ready. You should rest, you have classes tomorrow, you know."
Harry swore under his breath, "I forgot about that."
"Um…classes?" Ron asked, and Hermione looked just as bewildered.
"Oh, you guys will get a kick out of this one. Guess what my Muggle profession is?" Harry asked them, grinning.
"I'd say something sports, I'm not sure what Muggle ones are," Ron guessed.
"Nope," Harry said, and turned to Hermione, "Got any guesses, 'Mione?"
"No. Years of experience with you tells me that I'll never figure out your mysteries. What's your job?"
"Aw, you're no fun," he pouted and continued, "But…I'm a teacher."
At that Ron spat out all his coffee onto the table, and all over a disgruntled Harry.
"Say it, don't spray it," he muttered, and got a paper towel to dry the hot liquid now all over his brand new jeans.
"Don't bother," Hermione said and did a Drying and Cleaning Spell.
"Thanks," Harry replied. "Are you surprised?"
"Not really. As I said before, little about you surprises me. But those poor students! They must not learn a thing, with you of all people for their teacher. I used to have to force you and Ron to do homework, let alone study or be prepared for a class! What do you so-call teach?"
"Seventh grade social studies. Which transfers to Hogwarts…second year. Oh, and poor students, Hermione? No way, poor me! Te's niece is actually one of the students…actually, Hermione, you'll know her. It's your cousin's daughter, Christine."
Hermione laughed, "Yes, I know her. Rather…vivacious girl isn't she?"
"Understatement of the year," Harry snorted.
Teresa smiled and said, "Yes, well, blame that one on my dear sister."
"I feel so left out, I'm the only one here who doesn't know this girl," Ron pouted, and Hermione laughed.
"Poor little Ronnie, feeling all out of the loop," she teased her fiancé.
"Well, stop by my class room this week, and you can meet her. Although it will be more like you joining forces with my students to make my life miserable," Harry said.
"He wouldn't really do that…would he really do that?" Teresa asked, confused, as Hermione and Harry started to laugh.
Ron stared at them indignantly. "Are you two saying I'm not mature? Because I'm very mature. Too mature. Way more mature than say-Harry, for example. I'd be a good influence on them, and do you know why? Because I am the key model of mature. Perfectly mature, no one more mature than I. I'm so mature that-hey, Te, is that Cocoa Puffs?"
At that they all started to laugh, even Ron, who admitted reluctantly that he was not most mature. Hermione owned that honor, though (he insisted) he was more mature than Harry, who shook his head and laughed.
"Well, if you need a good influence, take Hermione then, Harry," Teresa suggested, grabbing an orange from the colorful fruit bowl on Harry's kitchen table (made by her, of course).
"I don't know about that. Ron may be a bad influence, but Hermione might be too good an influence. I don't want to teach walking, talking dictionaries."
"You know, Harry Potter, if I wasn't positive you wouldn't ever be rude to me, I'd be extremely offended," Hermione said patronizingly.
"But, Miss-Granger-soon-to-be-Missus-Weasley, you know I would never EVER say something like that to you," Harry said playfully, smiling at her the whole while.
"Well--" she began, but was interrupted by Harry.
"And now, if you'll all excuse me, I have a lesson plan to be made by tomorrow."
"You mean you haven't even made it yet, Harry?"
"'Mione, due to two of my just lovely best friends' timings on taking a visit half way around the world, I haven't had a chance to even think of tomorrow's topic, let alone the whole lesson plan," Harry said sarcastically.
"Yes, well with a job, Harry, you need to be prepared. Think early about these sort of things, and--"
"And what, Hermione, Constant Vigilance?" Ron asked, and started to chuckle at his own 'ingenuity.'
For the third time that day, Harry found himself sinking into a rapidly-becoming-familiar whirlwind of ice and sleet.
"Years back, there were a lot of witches and wizards being controlled by the Imperius Curse," said Moody, and Harry knew he was talking about the days in which Voldemort had been all-powerful. "Some job for the Ministry, trying to sort out who was being forced to act, and who was acting of their own free will.
"The Imperius Curse can be fought, and I'll be teaching you how, but it takes real strength of character, and not everyone's got it. Better avoid being hit with it if you can. CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" he barked, and everyone jumped.
"Potter…Harry…Harry…Harry!"
Harry became remotely aware of the 3 closest to him watching him, knowing that something was wrong, and at the same time, knowing they wouldn't find out what was bothering him, at least not yet.
"Harry, what the hell was that?" Teresa demanded, her light brown hair surrounding her face, making it look almost like a lion's mane. Her light blue eyes sparkled angrily, and her cheeks were flushed.
Rather than answer her, he turned to Ron and his eyes asked the question for him:
What had happened?
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Later on that evening, Harry woke up in his bed. He smelled chicken cooking, and mashed potatoes, and what he assumed was his favorite sort of garlic bread. Normally garlic bread was only served with Italian, but as Teresa was a mix of Italian blood and German blood, the garlic and potatoes wound up mixing.
He adored her cooking, but then again, he adored anything about her, in general. He rolled over on his side and listened carefully. He could hear quiet laughter; Teresa and Hermione. Ron was anything but tactful, and would be loudly guffawing. Best friend he may be, and the most loyal, but he was in no way considerate.
Just then there was a knock on his door, and he rolled on his back and said, "Come in." Ron entered his room, and turned on the light. "Good evening, Sleeping Beauty," he said.
"'Evening, my handsome prince," Harry said just as sardonically as he sat up in bed.
"Teresa is very worried," Ron started.
Harry snorted. If he knew Teresa (and he did, rather well) he knew that was a huge understatement.
"Why must you aggravate her like that by now even answering her? She thinks you're going to completely desert her because she's a muggle! How utterly ridiculous is that? Because if I know you—and believe me, I do—then I know that you love her. So why are you acting that way whenever she's concerned for you?" By the end of his speech, Ron was breathing rapidly.
"It's elementary, my dear Weasley; the same reason you always wanted to narrow down the famous Trio to two-you and I. The same reason you always wanted to make sure Hermione was in a safer situation than us, even though she's smarter than both of us put together and tripled. It's because you love her and want to protect her. Well, guess what, Ron? I love and want to protect Teresa, and my job's a teensy bit more harder, don't you think? Teresa is a muggle Ron—she can't defend herself if anyone comes after me for revenge. She can't."
And after his speech, he looked extremely worn out, but he knew Ron was still fishing for information.
"So, mate," Ron started hesitatingly. Harry knew he was sent to find out what 'the hell was that' as Teresa had said it.
"I'm remembering things," Harry said bluntly, looking down at his hands.
Ron stared at him intently. "What sort of memories?"
"They're…they're almost like dementor trances. But…I don't feel the extreme coldness in the same way. It's almost as if a dementor was planted inside of me, but I don't get the cold inside, just out. It's like being in the eye of a hurricane, or a tornado, more like. I can feel the whipping winds of ice all around me, but at the same time, they don't affect me, per say. They affect my senses, but it's as if time has stopped. I can't think of anything but that memory…and they're triggered from things you guys, or I myself, say."
"So, if I said something like, I don't know, Dungbombs rule, some sort of pseudo-recollection is activated and you just…I don't know, faint standing up?" Ron asked.
"Well, nothing so humorous as 'Dungbombs rule' but yes, that's the general idea that I've surmised. Chances are we'll need Hermione to research this in some sort of library," Harry explained.
Ron shook his head, "I don't know, Harry, everything is happening so quickly…I've not been with you for 48 hours and already this happens? You never get a rest."
"I know Ron, believe me, I know."
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Ron, Hermione, Teresa, and Harry were sitting around the dinner table. Harry had apologized to Teresa, and the result of that—a dozen red roses—were placed in the center of it.
Teresa and Hermione were talking animatedly about Harry (again) who looked slightly bored and took to using his spoon to fling peas over at Ron's face. Ron, who finally noticed that he was surrounded by green things, and got another on the nose, retaliated with some of his own. Of course, as he had to make sure not to hit Hermione (who would not have been impressed), he was always not direct on his target. So, he looked at the bowl of peas on the table and smirked.
"Te, we're all out of peas, why don't I go gets some more from the kitchen?" Ron asked, standing up without waiting for an answer.
"Hmm, what? Oh, sure, sure, thank you Ron," Teresa replied absentmindedly, completely absorbed in Hermione's tale of Harry making a fool of himself in several different scenarios.
Ron quickly got up with the pea bowl and entered the kitchen. It was gigantic, and Ron found himself wondering why on earth Harry owned such a big kitchen, or even why he owned such a huge house. He certainly didn't need it. Shaking those thoughts from his head, Ron took the metal spoon lying on the counter and ladled huge spoonfuls of peas into the bowl as quickly as he could. Pretty soon, the bowl was almost full of little green peas, and Ron, doing some quick thinking, poured some water into the bowl, and stirred slightly. The peas were now a slight…paste. He added some more to the top, so it was almost overflowing, and so no one would notice the mushiness inside of the bowl.
Ron went back to the dining room which the bowl of peas, and (casually) walked past his spot to Harry's.
"Why, old chap, I'd say you could use some more of these green peas, now couldn't you?"
When Harry opened his mouth to object, Ron poured the whole bowl over his (Harry's) head.
Let's just say THAT got the women's attention.
"Ron! Of all the immature, juvenile things to—" Hermione scolded, but was stopped in mid sentence as Harry flung some mushy peas over at her, hitting her in the face.
"You did not just do that," Hermione said in a lethal tone of voice. Ron visibly shuddered, flinching as he cautiously set down the pea spoon.
"I-I didn't mean to, honey, I was aiming for Harry, I…" Ron was cut off by Hermione walking up to him, picking up the jug of lemonade on the table, and meticulously dumping the pitcher over his head. Ron looked at her, astonished, but before he could respond, she'd given a satisfied smirk and turned on her heel out of the kitchen.
"Don't. Say. A. Word." Teresa and Harry sniggered uncontrollably as Ron stalked out of the room. When they finally calmed down, Harry briefly made eye contact with her again. That did it, and they were both laughing hysterically, letting loose for the first true time since Harry's confession.
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"Hello, class," Mr. Harry Potter said as he walked into his classroom, running slightly late, and put down the stacks of papers he held in his arms. Chirps of salutation were heard from various corners of the room, and Harry smiled at them as he set down his pile of work on his desk. His eyes quickly scanned the room as he took in who was present. Full class today, he noted.
"Have a nice weekend, everyone?" he began, and he watched as all (or at least most) sets of eyes snapped to attention and focused on his face. He frowned, however, as he noted one set that didn't. Well, he thought to himself, if it isn't my girlfriend's niece. Harry smirked as he walked surreptitiously over towards Christine's desk.
"Ms. DiRienzo?" he said, in an amused voice. His student quickly straightened herself out, smoothed out her hair, crossed her legs (so much for straight, Harry smirked), and looked up cautiously at Harry's face.
"Mr. Potter?" she said in the same, if a more cutesy, tone.
"Do you like sitting in detention all afternoon, Christine, or do you just have nothing better to do?" Christine's smile faltered for about half a second, before it came bouncing back.
"Actually, Mr. Potter, I was just discussing last night's most interesting homework." Definitely the wrong argumentative statement, as Harry scrutinized the girl's debating skills. Potential.
"Well, Ms. DiRienzo, why don't you read it to your peers. I'm sure they'd be most interested on the topics of the checks and balances system, and it's importance to the American government. Oh, and you'll all remember the importance of the use of most specific details, of course."
"Of course," Christine nodded agreeably, while most of the kids in the room were sniggering. Seeing as Harry almost never gave homework Friday nights, this assignment was completely made up. That, and the fact that they weren't even up to the whole federal government spiel yet, as that wasn't due for a few months, the joke was completely on her. That didn't stop her at all, as she stood up and walked towards the front of the room with (as far as Harry could tell) was a blank piece of paper.
"The checks and balance system is an extremely important part of America's federal government. It…is very significant and important, and rather…er…noteworthy. Anyway, it is made up of-I mean, it consisted of people in the…national government checking in on each other from time to time to keep the Union's employees and, um, delegates on speaking terms so as to, er…prevent wars!" She curtsied and walked back to her seat, and with all the grace of an elephant princess, flopped down into her seat.
Harry stared at her in shock. He obviously knew that it was completely wrong, and he was British, but aside from that…minor detail, it was most likely the best off-the-top-of-one's-head essay he'd ever seen. Or, more precisely, heard. If he and Ron had made up one of those excuses, they might've stood a chance against McGonagall…or at least Flitwick.
He watched, amazed, as Christine was patted on the back by people around her, the students too far away were just giggling helplessly. He saw her face turn from semi-confused to bright red, and then she let out a giggle of her own. All around whispers of, "Good one, Christy!" and, "Nice try, you almost had him convinced, Christine!" and even the occasional, "You screwed up completely, awesome job, Chris!" were popping up from assorted areas of the room.
"You know…" Harry started, and when he felt most of the kids were listening again, he continued. "You know, this really does remind me of a story from my…*ahem* reckless youth." The class grinned, because he tended to refer to himself as an "old man" or "going deaf in one ear" or various other statements of aging. They all found it hilarious, because in truth, he was only a decade and then some older than them.
"Right. Well, when I was young, oh…around 16, I suppose, I went out with a great girl. She was pretty and smart, but I found myself becoming steadily more interested in other things than my girlfriend. She kept complaining that I wasn't paying her much attention anymore, that I was distracted by other things. I didn't know what she was talking about. One day she got a bit rash, I think she wanted to break things off, and started to get into this spat with me and wound up yelling things…I'm not sure what it was exactly, I wasn't paying attention."
The class started to laugh at him and his antics. They stopped as he walked over towards the door and said, to some invisible person, "I'd not be laughing, if you told this girlfriend of mine this story, she'd most likely come after *you* before *me*, you know."
The class at this point were exchanging bemused looks. Harry realized he probably looked like an idiot, talking to air outside the doorway. His students stopped laughing as a bemused voice came from the doorway, "Is that so, Potter?" The kids turned quickly to see who it was he was speaking too. Harry walked closer to the doorway, and allowed two people to step into the class room.
"Yes, that's so, seeing as it was your sister. However…Weasley, how good of you to show up. Out of the blue. Uninvited. To corrupt my class." Yes, it was Ron Weasley and he was accompanied by Hermione. The class (everyone this time) gave the two "mysterious guests" their undivided attention during the exchange. Harry could here whispers of "Who're they?" and "How do they know Mr. P?" It was rather humorous that students assumed their teachers were immune to hearing the students' murmurs. He rolled his eyes at that, and once again turned his attention to Ron and Hermione.
"Ah. It seems to me that all of you have the honor of meeting Ms. Granger here, and the misfortune of meeting-er-Mr. Weasley. Hermione, Ron, these are my students." He gestured to the children in the desks. Hermione gave a muffled squeal of excitement and said, "What are you all learning today?" in the same tone another might use to ask what flavor ice cream one prefers.
Christine, charming girl she was, decided to smile impishly and reply, "Nothing, ma'am." Everyone (minus Hermione) hid their smirks, but Hermione looked scandalized. At that Harry sighed.
"Christine, this is your Father's cousin, Hermione Granger. She is an…old friend of mine. 'Mione, as tragic as them not learning may sound, I don't need a good telling-off, Christine was kidding. Well, she at least speaks for herself, not anyone else. Example, Elsie, have *you* learned anything this year?" Harry asked, pointing to a girl in the back with owlish glasses and a pointy nose. She sniffed and replied, "Respectfully, yes, sir." The rest of the class got their enjoyment out of her eccentric behavior, but Harry nodded at her.
Ron, however, seemed to have found his own target. "Now remember-er…you're Will, right? Yes, I thought that's what you said. Anyway, be sure to predict his death in the most outlandish way as possible. Everyday, mind you, and don't skip one, his old teacher never did, and if he yells, just say 'Auntie Sybill said she saw a Grim' and don't ask what a Grim is, I'm speaking. Right, and tell him that his eyes are-and I quote, listen here, Bill-uh, Will-tell him his eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad. Let me see…anyway you could work the word 'potion' into some dialogue, kid?"
"Ron Weasley, will you stop corrupting the kid, I get enough stress from him without your help." He rubbed his eyes. "I'm getting way to old for this." At that Hermione snorted and walked over to him. She patted his cheek and said cynically, "Oh, poor baby-I mean senior citizen." A couple of the kids found this rather amusing, and she flashed a smile at them.
"We're so sorry to have disturbed the class, we only wanted to stop by and check in on your Mr. Potter here-seems I was right, he's hopeless, and Ronald here owes me big-time money. Nice to see you all here. Come, Ronald, or Harry here might he-ahem, he might force you out of here."
Harry groaned at Hermione's slip-up. She had almost said hexed, but he supposed
that was better than-say-magicked. He breathed again when the two had left-Ron
not without a last word of "Torture Harry" advice to Will on his way out-and he
went back to teaching.
"So, class," he began, but they became so disappointed that he laughed, threw the chalk he'd been holding behind him towards the blackboard, and laughed along with his students as it missed the chalk tray and broke into three pieces. Three….
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A/N:
Many thanks to Harmony Slytherin whom I would be lost without.
Thanks to my reviewers-I'll get to each of you in a moment.
Thanks to the anonymous readers who (sadly for me) don't review. I wish you would, but hey-I'm sure you're out there. Maybe seeing the following comments will encourage you to review.
Thanks to various teachers/people who gave me Harry-teaching ideas and other general happenings…hope they seem funny & realistic, but you never know.
A plot is being developed right now…ask the said Harmony Slytherin, she almost spilt her drink because of me. I've already started chapter 4, and apologize as always for taking so long to add chapters, but I'm on a roll…I promise you'll all be sick of me by the time this fic is over, but thanks for sticking with me so far.
Disclaimer: As always, all Harry Potter trademarked characters, places, ideas, and objects are copyright of J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers Co., and various other companies. Not belonging to me. The song Memory is from the musical Cats, and I believe it belongs to the wonderful Andrew Lloyd Webber, but I might be wrong. Don't take my word on it.
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Cquill13 *^* Hi girl! I am sooooooo sorry for taking…checks calender…well, roughly 4 months. Good news is, chapter 4 is started and I have a plot planned, so my pace WILL pick up. I know I always say that, but between you and me-I actually MEAN it this time! I swear! Here's more teaching, as requested. Not as good as the first I think, but I'll let you be the judge. Thanks again!
Dancer *^* I'm a dancer too-what kind do you do? Thanks for reviewing…it showed up like 7 times…odd…but thanks all the same! I'm glad you like both the stories-I'm afraid TP&TP is temporarily on hold for this story, but I'm so happy people like my writing.
Diana Snape *^* Hey girlie! Oh god, I'm losing it, what happened in chapter 2? OH! Explanations…right! Yeah, I'd feel sorry for Te too. But hey-she gets her moments of fun in this chapter. Next chapter I can't guarantee though…lolz. H&R waiting to get married was supposed to be like 'aw, they love Harry, they're so connected at the hip, they're The Trio'…ya know? Love ya! Thanks for reviewing.
Fortunate Angel *^* I'm on your favorite list? Aw! You're awesome! I love you! lol sorry, I'm hyper-too much caffeine. But thank you so much for compliments and the review, it keeps me going, and chapters will come out quicker now, I've started chapter 4 already! Thanks again.
George Weasley *^* Wow, you're an easy one! Thanks ever so much for reviewing, even just the one sentence-it makes a difference to me! I love getting feedback, so thanks a lot. And George is the better Weasley twin! Go you! *cough* sorry.
Harmony Slytherin *^* Miss Platypus! My industrious Christian thinker! Lol Well, you mighta not've had a boyfriend when you wrote the review (or now) but you *do* have an ex whose name means 'Rock' ! That's something! So glad you liked the whole putting-off-the-wedding-stunt, and the invisibility cloak thing, and the chapter in general. Your opinion means a lot to me. Thanks for beta-ing this, and I'll forgive you for not beta-ing ch.2. Wow, this goes to show how long I took…when you reviewed, you hadn't given Sierra Into the Woods back! THANKS FOR BEING A SWEETIE AND REVIEWING AND NOT GIVING UP ON ME AND FOR *hint hint* FINDING ME A SONG FOR CHAPTER 4! Oh, and you got your detention in this chapter! Go Emily Platypus!
Jay da fighta *^* Sorry you didn't like that last chapter. I hope you will read the next, even if you didn't like it, but if you don't-no offense-no lost. I can't please everyone, but I do try my hardest. If you're still here, I hope you like this chapter, and if not…well, whatcha gonna do?
Ley *^* Thanks so much for reviewing! You're welcome for the email about updating. I hope you like this chapter, and I'm glad you liked number 2. I know this took way to long *winces* but the next one won't be. It's summer, and I have a plot! I'm excited! Thanks again!
Lunarian *^* I'm gonna take a wild guess and presume that you love when Harry finds himself in uncomfortable situations, explaining his past to a person after going missing, but if not, what??? I'm curious here! Lol Um…thanks sooooo much for reviewing. I like when it's not just his fame too. I'm all of a sudden in love with "Harry-the person besides scar" lol.
M-Black *^* Thanks so much for reviewing! You didn't leave me much to respond to, but I'm so glad you liked this, hope you're still with me, and that you like this chapter. Here's more, and next chapter is in the processes of being written Now. As we speak. Thanks again.
Naavi *^* Wow. Can you say 'long time no seen/heard from/chatted with/or have any idea that your still alive' ? I can. I did write you an email a week or two ago. I was having computer complications, where I couldn't receive mail from non-AoL users. I fixed it, but I don't know if you ever wrote me back, and if you did, I swear I didn't ignore you, I just didn't know if you did write back. I miss you so much! How's swimming, writing, and life in general? Anyway, there isn't much to respond to in your review…you talked about anything and EVERYTHING. Oh, and Sierra isn't competition to you hunny-you will ALWAYS be my bestie! She just likes babbling. I hope you liked this, PLEASE email me or IM me because I haven't spoken to you in AGES and AGES and I'm rambling, but that's okay. LOVE YA! MWAZ! Thanks for the (long) review.
Otaku *^* Thanks for the review! It means a lot to me. Thanks also for the novus-nova thing. I'm not a Latin person. Maybe I'll bring myself to change the title someday, but all of a sudden, I'm rather attached to the ^sound^ of novus vita. *shrugs* Thanks though so much!
S.L *^* Thanks for reviewing! You're welcome for reviewing, but I've been slacking lately, and I am so sorry. I swear, school's over, I'm gonna start reviewing again consistently! And I will be around to beta things, I'm so sorry about that too. Next chapter will include what you were wondering about…dark magic, and England. Stay tuned, and I'll let you know when I update things.
SAKURAnTOKYO *^* Please say I got your name right! Thank you so much for reviewing. I appreciate it! I sincerely hope you're still with me. I'm glad you enjoyed chapter 2, hope this is up to those standards.
Sierra Charm *^* You didn't actually read chapter two, or at least you didn't review, but chapter one's review was….um…is the proper term for it 'long' ? Because that had to be the longest babble I've EVER seen! I can't really go through and point-by-point it, but I'm so honored that you liked it and not PoU. You *are* crazy for that one you know. PoU is awesome! The 2nd sequel is even better, I'm in love with it! Lori's awesome. But anyway…I hope you get around to reading this. I'm so glad you updated "Eyes…" too. Love ya. Thanks again.
Tujunga *^* Yes, I have one other fic…I don't know if you read it or not, but if you did, I hope it's to your pleasing. I appreciate the review so much! I'm glad you enjoy this story so far. Thanks again, and I hope you're still with me on this!
All my love,
Britz