Chapter Four

I Believe in a Thing Called Love

There were several things that Scarlet found enjoyable about living out of a hotel. One, you never had to do too much cleaning as there was a maid service. Second, room service was always available so you didn't have to do any cooking. For her third perk she went with the never-ending supply of fresh towels. House chores were not her strong suit and more than once throughout her life she had been berated by Ava for shoving things in a closet and hoping for the best. Even when it came to potions, she was never neat, and had been criticized by potion masters across the globe for her organized chaos. She thought it was organized because she knew where everything was. They thought it was a mess, and probably a fire hazard. Her recent roommate had been almost glowing when she explained that she would be moving out a couple of weeks early. She supposed her roommate liked the idea of having a clean bathroom.

James did not seem overly neat, but Scarlet noticed he put things back where they belonged, and always cleaned off the bathroom sink. She often left toothpaste gunk on it. She really had tried hard to break these habits, but it was a bit hard when you had done something a certain way for over twenty years. Still, she tried her best, acknowledging that she had made the decision to live with James until death parted them. James said his manager had found them a place, and if she didn't like it, they could eventually move. He had quidditch training, and the season was about to begin, so he didn't have much time to research houses. Not to mention that they both agreed that an apartment with security was for the best when the media had been hounding their relationship. She was nervous about moving in together in a real living environment, one where you didn't need a key card to enter.

She was slightly more nervous to meet his parents. On the day following their nuptials, James had received dozens of letters from various family members. James did not reveal what the notes contained, but she concluded that the gist was that they were unhappy. Especially his mother. She had been sending him letter after letter, seemingly never content with James' replies. Scarlet knew that the news was not congratulatory as James had a fearful look on his face every time his family's owl was at the window. He had put on a brave face afterwards, acting completely involved in their Jell-O eating and Nicholas Cage movie marathons. Scarlet suspected that they were sore about his ex-girlfriend that they loved. After all, they had been angry with him even before he had met her and eloped.

Meeting his brother had gone better than she had expected. James had explained that Albus was fiercely loyal to his friends, but more so to his family. He had hoped that this trait would force Albus to forgive him, despite his dumping of his brother's friend. Scarlet had noticed bitterness in Albus' tone with her, but she had brushed it off. Ava hadn't exactly rolled out the welcoming mat to James. Instead, their siblings had dedicated their time to annoying each other. Still, she thought they had made the best decision in introducing Albus and Ava first. Ava's opinion mattered more to her than anyone's, and it was clear that James felt the same way about his brother. Scarlet knew that meeting all of her sisters at once would be overwhelming to James, and she could tell that he had a similar disposition when it came to his own family.

"All set?" James asked as he came out of the bathroom. He was running a towel through his hair as some droplets rolled down his forehead and Scarlet thought he had never looked sexier. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands.

"Think so," she said, and he grinned. She grinned back, and for a couple of moments they were stuck in a loophole of grinning. This had been happening a lot.

"You look nice." She was wearing another style from Bridget Lapelle. Bridget had sent her an owl the day after as well, excited that one of her styles was now on the front cover of so many magazines. She had insisted on sending Scarlet more clothes and shoes than Scarlet thought was necessary.

How many pairs of shoes did one need?

Scarlet was only glad that Bridget had sent her the more expensive pair that was slightly out of her budget. Wearing those was like wearing flats, and so the odds of her falling on her face were greatly decreased. Scarlet thought Bridget was doing the world a favor.

"Thanks Mr. Potter."

"You're welcome Mrs. Potter." And before Scarlet knew it, he was between her knees, pushing them apart so far that she was forced to raise one leg up to his side. Her shoe dropped off and he grabbed her foot and brought it to his mouth. She ignored the aching in her thigh that was telling her that she wasn't that flexible, because the burning that was a little higher, felt better. Her foot twitched as he left a trail of kisses from the sole of her foot to her ankle, and eventually to the sensitive dip on the back of her knee.

"James, your manager's waiting."

"He can wait a little longer."

She was so close to saying "Yes, he very well can," but she knew that they hadn't been getting much done because they kept finding themselves in similar situations. Not to mention that despite James' eagerness to stay awake after their first time, he usually was knocked out for several hours afterwards. So with all the strength in her, she pulled her leg from his grasp and stood up.

"Not now. Later." She put her shoe back on.

James groaned.

"Tease." Scarlet turned to him, scandalized.

"No sass from you." He pulled her waist to his own.

"But Scarlet, I'm feeling sassy." Oh god, she loved the way his voice curled around her name. It made her feel exotic like Cleopatra or Megan Fox. Somehow she regained herself.

"James, I don't want to make a bad impression on your manager." James sighed and released her.

"Who cares what that old geezer thinks?"

"Don't be so rude." James grabbed her again to place his lips against hers, and Scarlet felt the familiar feelings of side along dissapparating. He pulled away when they had successfully apparated.

"Well isn't that precious." Scarlet looked around to find the voice that had greeted her. He was an older man, but Scarlet thought he was the best dressed person she had ever laid eyes on. Scarlet thought his gray hair only made him more appealing.

"Hello Georgie! Ready to ruin my life some more?" James asked.

"And the drama king is here!" the man, Georgie, declared. Scarlet didn't know much about him, but she decided she liked him. He oozed charisma and was one of those people who immediately made you feel comfortable. "With his lovely bride, I presume?" James scoffed and Scarlet decided to ignore it.

"Yes, thank you. Scarlet Kelly." The man's eyes shot up.

"You mean, Potter?" Though she and James like to joke around about being the Potters, there had been no formal name change, and Scarlet was still adjusting to the idea. Being a Kelly had always been part of her identity and had a certain reputation in their small wizarding circle.

"Stop heckling my wife Georgie, and start yelling at me. Isn't that how my meetings with you are supposed to go?"

"If being nice is heckling, I have a lot to learn about this generation. Or maybe it's just you. I've been working all day, talking to everyone from the minister of magic to your mother, and I bet you can guess which one is scarier, and you have the nerve to come and talk to me like the rich spoiled brat you are!"

"It seems like you always forget that you work for me!" James said with narrowed eyes and both his hands on his waist. Scarlet was feeling pretty out-of-place, so she couldn't have been happier for a friendly face and greeting. The woman was older than her, but Scarlet didn't think by much. She was almost startled by how beautiful she was with her bright red hair, and tantalizing purple eyes.

"Melanie Sparks, publicist for James Potter." Melanie took her hand before Scarlet could even begin to comprehend what a handshake was. She shook her hand hard and pulled away just as Scarlet started to return the pressure. "Follow me." Scarlet didn't question her, and she was led to a corporate size board room. "Have a seat."

Scarlet took a seat and felt small in comparison to the long table.

"I take it you've seen the stories in the press?" She did not wait for an answer. "This is just the beginning honey. They're going to tear you apart."

"I'm going to try my best to stay away from the media." Melania laughed loudly, and started waving her wand. Magazine after magazine piled up on the table. Scarlet stretched up in her chair to get a peek of them. Words like "gold digger" and "rebound" popped out. A sickening feeling began clawing its way into Scarlet's stomach.

"Wipe that look of your face. I think they're being gentle."

"These look awful."

"Start developing thicker skin or I'll have Tobey draft the divorce papers." Scarlet couldn't decide if she liked Melanie Sparks or not. She was being straightforward and honest with her, so Scarlet couldn't help but respect her.

"Who's Tobey?"

"James' lawyer. He should have no problem finding probable cause. Unfortunately it's very difficult to force someone into a wizarding marriage so an annulment is out the window."

"Well that's good to know. But really, things like this don't bother me. Growing up I was always a bit heavier, so teasing isn't new to me."

"Fat girl got the man, eh?" Scarlet flushed and any respect she had for Melanie disappeared. "I can't wait to see the chubby photos of your double chin wobbling on the front page of Witch Weekly."

She was wrong. She did need thicker skin. She could already see which photo they would use. There was a particularly awful one of her from seventh year when she had been her heaviest and had developed severe acne on her chin. She hadn't quite mastered foundation, and there was a clear color difference between her face and neck. She had laughed along with her sisters last Christmas about how horrible it was. But there was a difference between looking at it after a couple of shots with your sisters and broadcasting it to all of England.

"They wouldn't really print something like that, would they?"

"Are you joking? Where the hell did James find you? Clairy is going to have his work cut out for him."

"Clairy?"

"James' assistant. You'll mostly be dealing with him."

Scarlet tried hard to process that James had an entire entourage of people working for him. Nutritionist. Manager. Publicist. Lawyer. Assistant. That was a lot of people centering around one man. Scarlet had gotten through life just fine depending on herself. Well, that was technically a lie. If not for Ava, she would have probably died in their attic working on potions.

"Why would I be dealing with him?" Scarlet asked, noticing out of the corner of her eye that James had lit a cigar and was now blowing smoke in Georgie's face. It was so Ava like that she smiled. Some women married their fathers. Scarlet didn't have a father to compare anyone to, so perhaps in some warped psychological twist she had married her sister. Well, the old Ava. The new Ava, though retaining her rebel hostility, had become bitter and a little depressing.

"Because you're part of the team now."

"What's the team?"

"The James Potter team."

"I don't understand."

"Let me explain in a way that will make you understand." She leaned over the table and commanded that Scarlet look at her. "James Potter, son of the famous Harry and Ginny Potter, is the star player for Puddlemore United. He does guest appearances and appears on magazines between playing games. Girls put his poster up on their walls with a hope that he might one day glance at them. Boys talk about his form and records over lunch. He was recently dating Elizabeth Wood, daughter of Oliver Wood, his coach. He's gossip over dinner, and you're new husband. Whatever you're in this marriage for, money or fame, I don't really care about. But you're going to play the game and be a part of the team. I say wear a blue dress, you were a blue dress. I tell you to smile at the camera and shut your mouth; I want your cheeks to hurt from smiling too hard. I get paid to make James look like a saint, and it isn't easy. So join the team, or go home."

Scarlet, in all her cowardice, could only nod.

They left fifteen minutes later after James had thrown water in Georgie's face and Georgie had threatened to bend him over his knee and spank him like his father should have done twenty years ago. She had sat in her chair, looking anywhere but at Melanie Spark's face. Melanie Sparks, however, had only had eyes for Scarlet. Scarlet tried hard not to think about how his ex-girlfriend was the daughter of his coach. James had not mentioned that. She could not had been more relieved when James had called her to leave, and Georgie had slipped a card in her hand insisting that she call him if there were any problems. James had ripped it up the minute they arrived at their new apartment.

"He's only trying to find dirt on us so that he can lecture me."

"I think you're being too hard on him James. And do you really think throwing water in his face was polite?" James' cheeks burned red, and he looked the very image of a child being chastised.

"Sorry, Scarlet. It's just, he gets to me you know. No matter what I do, he's at my throat. Sometimes I feel like I have no private life at all."

"I'm sure he's only trying to help James. It's his job to make sure everything works out for you, after all." James smiled and placed a sloppy kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I'll be nicer next time, just for you." Scarlet laughed.

"Be nice next time because it's the right thing to do."

"I think I married a saint."

"I think you married a nice person."

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" Scarlet was startled to realize how serious James' question was.

"Of course not James," she said softly, placing a hand on his cheek. "I would have never married a bad person." He leaned into her palm and took her hand.

"You're too good for me," he said. They shared a quiet moment together before looking around at their new home.

The first thing she noticed was the color white. It was everywhere. The walls were white, the carpet, the couch, and even the coffee table. It was very modern and so not Scarlet that it was startling. Scarlet liked big comfy couches and tables that would be alright with you not using a coaster. She turned around to tell James how much she disliked the place.

"This is amazing!" he exclaimed wandering around the living room. "Clairy really outdid herself this time. I mean, just check this place out. Don't you love it Scarlet?" He looked at her with eager eyes, waiting for her confirmation that it was the best place she had ever seen. She didn't have the heart to deny him.

"It's lovely." James lit up.

"I have a surprise for you!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her forward. Scarlet couldn't help giggling at his eagerness as he dragged her along. Much to Scarlet's disappointment, the kitchen and bathroom only revealed more white. He stopped in front of a door that had "Scarlet." engraved on it in shimmery silver lettering. The period at the end of her name bothered her. She thought her name would have looked fine without it. "This is it."

James opened the door to reveal a wide room, and more white. The walls were lined with shelves, and there was a posh white desk in the middle of the room.

"What is it?"

"This room is all yours!" James declared. "I asked Clairy to specifically make sure there was a room where you could get away from me."

Scarlet looked around, and slowly she envisioned what this room could be. She saw all her precious potion books and journals stacked up neatly and in alphabetical order. She had always meant to do that, but she never had the space. She could even organize her ingredients, and properly store her cauldrons. Maybe she'd get a cat that could lounge at her feet and knock over her bottles. She'd always been a cat person. She could see a whiteboard spanning across one of the walls full of little tidbits. It was the nicest gift she had ever received, and her love for James grew.

"Oh, James," she sighed. And right there on that plush white carpet that she could one day see stained with potion ingredients, Scarlet finally let James have his way with her. She even let James sleep for thirty minutes afterwards, curled at her side, using her breasts as a pillow.

"I guess we should head to my parents," he told her when he woke up.

"Did you tell them we were coming today?"

"Yeah," he said taking a look at his watch. "Thirty minutes ago." Scarlet immediately began to panic.

"James! I can't be late meeting your mom for the first time."

"Sorry, Scar, I didn't realize what time it was." Scarlet quickly adjusted her dress and put her shoes on.

"Let's go!"

"Calm down Scarlet, I know she'll love you. It's me I'm worried about. I'm not sure she liked me much before and now I've denied her a wedding."

"I just want her to like me."

"She will Scarlet, I'm sure of it. Just make sure you don't look her straight in the eye. Once she's got you there, you're a goner. She'll know if you're lying."

"I don't plan on lying to her. And I'm sure she's not that intimidating. I have Ava for a sister."

"Well, yeah, but she has at least thirty years on Ava."

"I'm more nervous now."

"Don't be. I asked Al to be there and he always puts her in a good mood as he's the favorite."

"I'm sure she doesn't have favorites."

"It's not a bad thing. Me and Lils have been using it to our benefit for years." Scarlet was bouncing everything she knew about Ginny and Harry Potter around in her head. She knew about the wizarding war somewhat as it was a requirement in history class. Ava was always pumping her head full of information about it too, and though she had not recognized the name Potter, James soon informed her that his father was the famous Harry Potter. He was now head of the auror department and his mother wrote quidditch articles after retiring as a chaser. When James had inquired about her own parents, she simply said that she had never known her dad, and that she and her mom had grown distant. She forgot to include that they had been distant her entire life. Her mother had always been an embarrassing spot for Scarlet, because she hadn't liked the looks on people's faces after she explained the whole story. Giving the short story had become easier. James, luckily, had let the subject drop.

Based on James' apartment decor preferences and his relaxed attitude towards money, his childhood home was not what Scarlet had imagined. It was a cottage that looked like its architecture had been based on a children's storybook. There was a vast garden in the front, and as Scarlet walked up the cobblestone path, she could picture a tiny James throwing a quaffle to his brother in this yard. A wooden sign proclaiming "The Potters" hung on the porch railing, complete with three pairs of painted handprints. This house was a home.

James did not knock when they reached the front door. He just swung the door open and loudly proclaimed "Momma, I'm home."

"Always with the bloody theatrics," she heard a young woman's voice mumble. Scarlet followed James in through a tiny foyer and into a quaint living room. In the living room sat the entire Potter family.

"About time!" a woman who Scarlet could only assume was his mother chastised.

"Sorry mom, lost track of time."

"That's no excuse." Ginny Potter, with her short red hair and scowl, was scarier than James had implied.

"Well mom, meet your new daughter-in-law. This is Scarlet!" James pushed her forward so that she was right in front of her new mother-in-law. Ginny Potter eyed her up and down before sighing.

"I'll get the tea." She left the room without another word.

"Don't mind her; she's probably just shocked that she's old enough to have a married son."

"I can hear you James Sirius Potter!" James shut up and took a seat in between Albus and his sister on the couch. Lily scowled and pushed him away.

Scarlet hadn't known James' middle name was Sirius.

"Get up you big oaf, there's no room," she told James.

"There's plenty of room if you'd just scoot over. Scarlet could probably even fit." That set off a game of bumping elbows between the three as they fought for a space big enough on the couch.

"Not with your big head taking up so much space."

"Would you two stop pushing? You're involving me now," Albus said as he became smashed between James and the armrest.

"James, are you even going to introduce Scarlet to Lily and me?" James' father spoke up from his recliner. James had his hair, but everything else was his mother. She was thankful for his intrusion, as it was awkward standing in a foreign living room watching your husband revert to being ten again.

"Oh yeah dad, this is Scarlet. Scarlet, this is my dad. And my beautiful sister Lily." James had grabbed her face and pulled her cheeks apart. She kicked him in retaliation. "That actually hurt Lily!"

"Serves you right."

"She's an auror now James, not so easy to bully."

"Don't encourage him Al, there's a kick waiting for you too."

"I haven't done anything. I was defending you."

"That doesn't erase years of brother abuse at your hands. Be thankful you're my favorite."

"Hey!"

"Tough luck James, Al buys me birthday presents."

"Yes I do," Albus responded smugly before getting in one last elbow dig to James and making himself comfortable.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Mr. Potter; James has told me so much about you." He smiled warmly and gestured for Scarlet to take a seat on the completely empty loveseat. She did so, making sure to tuck her dress underneath her. It was this action that made her realize that to her horror, she had forgotten to put her underwear back on. She quickly crossed her ankles and squeezed her thighs tight.

"Call me Harry."

By this time Mrs. Potter had returned with the tea and cookies. She looked around and noticed that the only empty seat available was next to Scarlet. She set the tray down and set her eyes on her two sons.

"Bugger over James," she commanded as she sat between Albus and James.

"Oh come on mom," Lily whined.

"To hell with this," Albus said. He took the seat next to Scarlet with a huff. Mrs. Potter started pouring tea and handing out cups. She handed one to Scarlet last.

"Thank you Mrs. Potter." Scarlet noticed her face twitch for a fraction of a second.

"So Scarlet, Al tells me you're a waitress." This was not a woman who skirted around anything.

"Not anymore. I quit my job the day James and I met."

"You just said "I quit" and went off and married my son?" Ginny Potter tilted her head and Scarlet could sense a light beginning to burn in her eyes.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I take it you don't have very much money if you were a waitress."

"Mom! Don't interrogate her!" James bellowed while stuffing a cookie in his mouth.

"I'm not interrogating her. I have a right to know who my son married."

"It's fine James. No, I don't have a lot of money, but enough to live off of. I was doing fine for myself. I'd like to think so at least." Several beads of sweat had begun to form themselves on Scarlet's forehead, and she could feel them itching to drop.

"That's lovely. What about your family? What do your parents do?" Scarlet felt stupid for believing that she could deflect any questions about her parents.

"I never met my dad," she said. She took a sip of tea to hide the grimace she knew that appeared anytime she said the word "dad." Albus shifted a little beside her.

"What does that mean?" Lily asked scrunching up her face. "Is he dead?"

"What a sensitive way to ask if he is," Albus scolded her.

"I don't know. I don't know who he is." Scarlet took to placing her hands in her lap and gripping them for comfort. She wished James had sat beside her, just so she had a hand to squeeze. She looked anywhere but at their faces. Her eyes were drawn to the fireplace, whose mantle had been decorated with pictures. She watched as James grew up in them. Her favorite was one of him sitting on his mother's lap with Albus, a baby Lily tucked tenderly between them.

"Did your mom never tell you?" Lily questioned.

"She didn't like to talk about him." The truth was that Scarlet's mom most likely had no clue who her father was. "And I never asked." She had asked so many times.

"What about your mother?" Mrs. Potter asked.

"She's in sales. We don't talk much." "Sales" was a farfetched description, though it was true enough.

"Hmm…any siblings?"

"I have five sisters." Mrs. Potter recoiled.

"That's a lot."

"You have six brothers dear," Harry spoke up.

"Yes, well I think my mother was trying for a girl. I assume yours was trying for a boy." Scarlet tensed, and her heart sped up. Her chest panged with what could have been.

"Maybe," was all she could respond with. Of course a woman like Ginny Potter would assume her mother had been trying to get pregnant, instead of it just happening.

"How come you and James couldn't wait to get married?" Lily interjected.

"Because we couldn't. Not that you could understand Lils, it's pretty hard to love a troll," James told his sister as he worked on his fifth cookie.

"I know you probably think we're crazy, I would too. But sometimes you just know." She locked eyes with James and he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Barf," Lily responded.

"Don't be rude Lily," Harry told his daughter.

"Sorry Dad." She gazed at her dad innocently and Scarlet briefly wondered what it was like to be a "daddy's girl."

"I talked to Elizabeth today James," Mrs. Potter told her son.

"And we're leaving," James said standing up and heading Scarlet's way.

"Oh stop it! You're being ridiculous."

"Me and Elizabeth are over mom. We're never getting back together. I'm married to Scarlet now and you'll just have to accept it."

"You don't know anything about Scarlet! You've just met her! People don't do these sorts of things James. You're supposed to date, fall in love, and then get married."

"Nana and granddad eloped! No matter what I do, it's always one big mistake. You're just angry because you thought Liz was the only thing I ever did right. But she didn't make me happy mom, Scarlet does." Scarlet hoped that Elizabeth appreciated how much trouble James was going through to protect her. James had pulled her up and protectively placed his arm around her.

"She's made you happy for less than two weeks! That's just the honeymoon phase James. And your grandparents eloped in a time of war. What was so pressing that you couldn't wait?"

"You don't understand."

"Is she pregnant? Is that it James? You don't have to marry someone just because there's a child involved."

"No, she's not knocked up mom! Why can't you just accept this and move on? You'd love Scarlet if you gave her a chance."

Ginny Potter tightened her face.

"Can I talk to you in the kitchen James? Alone?"

"Anything you have to say to me-" Scarlet knew what he was going to say so she cut him off.

"James, you should go talk to your mother."

"Fine," he said before marching off to the kitchen. Mrs. Potter glared at her before following her son. Scarlet retook her seat.

"Chocolate?" Harry offered her in an attempt to ease the tension.

"Don't mind if I do," Lily said before taking three and popping them in her mouth. She wished she had been blessed with the metabolism of the Potter children. After that, they sat in silence, listening to the hushed yelling of Ginny and James Potter. Scarlet fidgeted in her seat, occasionally pulling her dress down.

When they returned, they both looked angrier than they had when they left. Ginny Potter took her seat with dignified poise while James stood next to the loveseat.

"Scarlet," she began. "I'd like to apologize. I was very rude to you. You're my new daughter-in-law and I'd love to get to know you." Lily coughed and Albus let out a low laugh of incredulity.

"Thank you Mrs. Potter." She nodded in response.

"Well off we go while things are on a good note." James leaned down to pick her up and Scarlet fought him off.

"James, stop!" But it was too late. James had already thrown her over his shoulder. She heard several gasps before they disapparated. Scarlet was certain it was because she had just revealed her entire backside to the Potter family. Scarlet jumped out of his arms when they were safely in their apartment. "James, I forgot to put my underwear on, and I think I just mooned you're family."

James broke down in laughter, grasping at their white kitchen counter for support. "That's fantastic!"

"It's not funny! You're mom doesn't like me as it is."

"She'll come around," he informed her as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I'm being serious James! You didn't even let me say goodbye. It was very rude."

"Don't be so serious Scarlet, it'll work out." Scarlet wanted to argue with him more but she couldn't when he gave her a look of pure innocence.

"James, why didn't you tell me Elizabeth was your coach's daughter?" The laughter died out.

"It didn't seem important."

"It is though. He's not going to take your break-up out on you is he?"

"Nah," James waved her off. "Oliver takes the game too seriously; he would never jeopardize our chances. He'll probably settle for some glares and witty digs at my manhood."

"You're mom really liked her, huh?" It wasn't much of a question, but more of a thought out loud.

"Don't worry, she'll like you more." James kissed her temple, and her confidence about their situation grew. Still, the doubt that had been building up all day remained, and she didn't think it was leaving anytime soon. As they fell asleep that night, wrapped up underneath their white duvet, she pushed and pushed it away. But when she awoke the next morning, it was still there.

One look at James and she knew he didn't have the same concerns.

I'm so sorry for the long wait! Real life became busy so I took a break from the site. I want to thank WhatsTheTimeMrWolf, wishfulthinking123, daenerys, and my guest review. You're reviews are so encouraging. I'm glad you liked the interaction between Albus and Ava. They work so brilliantly together in my head, so I'm hoping that comes across. More will be revealed about Ava's past as time goes on. It's actually a major point in the story. If you notice any errors, I'd appreciate it so much if you'd let me know. I'm editing this myself, and sometimes when you read the same lines over and over again, you can miss mistakes. Thanks again!

Oh, and all credit goes to J.K. Rowling. And the title of this chapter is named after a song by The Darkness.