SORRY! I KNOW I WAS RUSHING THAT LAST CHAPTER, BUT THAT MOMENT WITH SIRIUS WAS SOMETHING I WANTED TO HAVE HAPPEN FOR A WHILE. IT'S AN IDEA I LOVED FROM THE MOMENT IT CAME TO ME. IT SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING THAT WOULD HAPPEN. TO ME, ANYWAY. LET ME KNOW IF IT WAS TOO UNREALISTIC.
GOD BLESS AND GOOD DAY!
~LF221
I awoke as somebody came walking down the corridor, the noise sounding thunderous in the echo-y corridor. Strange...it wasn't so echo-y earlier...
My head was pounding fit to burst and it was hard to think, but I knew one thing; I had a minute, tops, to get out of sight and remove any-
EEK! H—he...slashed the Fat Lady, just cus she was trying to protect me? Granted, I didn't need it, but still...that seems very extreme. Guess Azkaban affected him more than I first thought. Terrible...terrible. I ducked into an unused classroom to my right, after casting the Tergeo Charm on the puddle of vomit on the floor, and did the same for my hair, which had been soaked in it, and had fallen out of it's bun by now. I closed the door just as Seamus came around the bend. Perfect. The first one I wanted to see the slash marks on the painting. His eyes widened, and he stood there, frozen, as Lavender and others arrived. Soon, I had no problem slipping in amongst the crowd, so thick and jammed were my fellow Gryffindors. No one could get in without the Fat Lady or somebody to open the portrait hole. Soon, Perfect Prefect Percy, as Ron was fond of calling him, came hurdling to the front, with an arrogant, king-of-the-world attitude, as always. I knew what we needed, or in this case, who we needed, even before Percy cried for someone to get Dumbledore. Taking every passage and secret tunnel Remus told me of, I arrived in minutes. Dumbledore was already walking toward the Common Room, when he noticed me. He held out his arm. It took only a second for me to register what the Headmaster was doing. Apparating.
Dang head.
I grabbed his arm, and we Apparated to the Fat Lady's Portrait hall. It left me nauseous, even though I was fairly used to having to Apparate to a new town every month or so. I swallowed down more bile, and suddenly Seamus was next to me.
"Are yeh alright? Yeh look green around the gills." I nodded. I did not need Seamus to worry over me right now. I needed to tell Dumbledore-
"What's going on?" Remus asked, mouth right next to my ear. I pointed to the portrait.
"Dad was breaking in. When I went to let him in, he may have tackled me, and the Fat Lady thought-" Remus frowned, as Gran and Snape came up, as well, to a somber-looking Headmaster.
"We need to find her. Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr. Filch. Tell him to round up the ghosts and tell them to search every painting in this castle til we find the Fat Lady." Dumbledore ordered.
"You'll be lucky!" Cried a irritating, high-pitched voice. I groaned. Just what my head needed. Peeves the Poltergeist. Perfect. How Dumbledore had any patience for him...I have no idea. But before I could hear anything he said, Remus pulled me into the same classroom I had hidden in until I could slip into the crowd undetected. He looked very shaken and somewhat cross.
"Do you mean to say that Sirius Black was inside the castle...and you didn't think about fetching a teacher?" He snapped. "Such as Dumbledore-"
"He's not a—"
"He's the Headmaster!" Remus barked back, running his hands frantically through his hair, and I felt guilty for being so snide, but it's not something I can really help when I'm feeling this kind of headache, and am this drained. "Besides, you could have gotten me, or your grandmother."
"Sorry. I just...got caught up in the moment. Seeing Dad in the castle...right there in front of me..." Remus sighed, and hugged me tightly to him.
"Sweetheart..." I blinked. Remus rarely called me that. "I was just...worried. And a little—more than a little—scared...If you had tried to stop Black-"
"He wouldn't hurt me. He's my-" Remus squeezed me a little tighter, in a clear command to shut up that nearly had me spilling whatever was left of my dinner over his back.
"That didn't stop him before." He choked. "With...with Jenny-"
"He didn't—"
"Later." He said coolly. "Right now, the students are heading to the Great Hall for the night. But you're going to help me search. I also want you to sleep in my office. I don't want you out of my sight right now." I sighed, knowing it would not do any good to argue with the 'I am your guardian, and you will do as I say' look. I hate that look. Nevertheless, I told Seamus where I would be so no one would worry, and headed off with my godfather. We were sent to search the fifth floor, running quickly along secret passageways and down secret staircases. We had thoroughly searched the floor in ten minutes, and had found not a single trace of where Dad went. I had this crazy idea that Dad went down the One-Eyed-Witch passage to Honeydukes, and ran from there to safety in the woods. He'd have to be crazy to try it, though, with Dementors guarding the entrances. But still...how'd he get out?
We were entering Remus' office and I had no further revelations. Remus asked me to take my plaid shirt off, so he could see if I had any wounds. I didn't, beside my scraped cheek and badly bruised skull. Remus pressed a Dittany-soaked rag to my forehead. I hissed. It stung. He rubbed it over a raw patch on my head as I pulled my hair out of the way. That stung worse than my cheek. I then collapsed against the couch, slipping out of my jeans and curling up.
But no sooner had Remus and I fallen asleep, then came a sharp rap on the door. I groaned, and got up, pulling my jeans on hastily, opening the door for my grandmother. She looked pale and frightened in a silken dressing gown.
"Dumbledore needs to speak with the both of you." I nodded blearily, pulling my plaid shirt back on as I followed Gran to the Headmaster's office. "Fizzing Whizbees." She said, and the gargoyle moved aside. We rode the stairs to the door of the office. Remus knocked, yawning into his other hand. I rubbed my eyes and entered.
"Please, sit. Thank you, Minerva." Dumbledore said. We sat in two armchairs that threatened to be so comfortable, I would fall asleep. "Now, to the reason I summoned you both here tonight." He said, with the same somber mood he had displayed back at the portrait hole. "I wish to know what happened tonight." He gave me a knowing look. Dang. How does he just know that something happened?! I shifted uncomfortably. This was awkward. I know that these two men have very different opinions on my father. They were polar opposites in that regard. I swallowed, my stomach churning. Oh, and Dumbledore probably doesn't know about the Marauders being Animagi, to add to the list of reasons this is awkward.
"Uh...After Nick's reenactment, I was feeling very tired and stuffed from the feast, so I went to the Common Room to go to bed. But when I got to the portrait...I heard the Fat Lady and...someone arguing. I looked, and...and then everything's blurry. All I remember clearly is waking up in the corridor, and then, uh, hiding in a classroom to avoid confrontation, and then the Gryffindors showed up, and I slipped into the crowd. And that's when I went to get you." I said. Remus and the Headmaster looked unconvinced. Dumbledore's stare unsettled me. I found myself feeling...searched. Dumbledore finally nodded knowingly at me, and excused me. He said he wanted to talk to Remus. My heart was still pounding, and I decided to make a detour to the Hospital Wing for a sleeping potion. I found it without Madam Pomfry even realizing I was there. She was in her office, I guess. Taking secret passages for the third time tonight, I arrived at Remus' office and slipped in, pulling the jeans back off and falling asleep easily, thanks to the potion.
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"Where were yeh last night?" Seamus' question awoke me from a doze. I straightened back up and took another gulp of coffee.
"Remus' office. He wanted to keep an eye on me." I replied easily. It wasn't a lie. I was in Remus' office last night. Just not the entire night, due to the meeting with Dumbledore. Seamus snorted.
"Lucky you hadn't made it to the Tower when...when Black was there." I paled. If Seamus had been a few minutes earlier...he would have seen everything... "Hey, are yeh alright?" he asked suddenly, staring intently at my face. "Your face is a bit...it looks real pale right now." I rolled my eyes.
"Thanks. I'm fine." Seamus raised a disbelieving eyebrow. He didn't press, though, and stuffed his mouth with toast and sausage. I checked the time.
"Oh, blimey. Double Potions with the Snakes. See you later." I said. It was too early for class just yet, so I took my time walking down to the dungeons. I overheard several different conversations about Dad while I walked. They were all talking animatedly about their completely outrageous theories on how Dad had gotten in and out, such as turning into a shrub, or Apparating. Both of which would not get him in. Apparating was impossible, and even if he turned into a shrub, he would get caught by the Dementors. They were nigh on impossible to fool. I never bothered to correct the theories, however, because it would result in inquiries I'd rather not answer.
Potions wasn't bad. Marcene seemed to know that I didn't want to discuss the break-in. The whole class was whispering, and even the Weasley twins were deep in conference together, forgetting all about their potion. Marcene and I made a great Calming Drought. Even Snape was pleased with it, and he gave each of us five points, which did little to counter the points he had taken for the Gryffindor's forgetfulness. Charms was actually fun. We did Cheering Charms, and Fred Weasley managed a good one on me, and I fell about in helpless giggles and hoots of laughter. Once I had managed to wheeze out the counter, I performed it on Fred right back. Although, to be honest, he was already laughing from my reaction to the Charm. Then it was double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs. That was decent. Although, the Hufflepuff I was paired with (Samuel something or other) was more interested in Sirius Black's escape than the work we were supposed to be doing; extracting venom from Tentacula plants and storing it safely. It was somewhat acidic, so we had to be extremely careful.
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The weather was atrocious in the last few days before the match against the Snakes. It rained and stormed all day and all night. It was terrible, worse than the other storms of the past few days.
The only thing that made it worse was the news Oliver delivered on the last practice before the first game. We would be facing Hufflepuff, not Slytherin, due to Malfoy's 'injury'. Now, we had to think through the way they play, fair and square, as opposed to the Snakes' more vicious, unruly methods. I doubt they pay any attention to the rules at all. Oliver got more and more upset as the team seemed to take the match less and less seriously as we lounged around in the changing rooms after the rain-soaked practice.
"I was afraid you'd take it like this! We mustn't relax! We must keep our focus! Slytherin is trying to wrong-foot us! We must win!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." I said in a placating tone. "It's not that we're letting our guard down, Oliver. Calm down."
"Yeah, Oliver, clam down! We're taking Hufflepuff very seriously. Seriously." I nearly laughed at the emphasis placed on the word 'seriously'. I just can't help it. Gets me every time.
"Did you really just make a pun based an a murderer's name?" Fred and George grinned.
"Did not!" They said in unison. And with that, we were dismissed.
The next day was horrid. Oliver cornered me at every opportunity to badger me with techniques about Quidditch, as I was, to quote the passionate captain, 'the least experienced player on the team' and 'can't be expected to know this stuff'. While the tips were fairly helpful, I had my homework to worry about. It was much harder now with Quidditch practices, and the tutoring sessions I was giving Seamus, Dean, Ron and Harry. I would snap at him to leave, and he would give me two or three more tips and then leave. It was infuriating.
And now, due to Oliver, I was nearly late for double Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Running in, I slipped into the seat beside Faith and Ericka, as today, the Lions were paired with the Ravens. Snape, as usual, was surly and brooding, but there was something triumphant about him today. Wait...
SNAPE?! Where's Remus?! Oh, wait...he's always the worst the day before the full moon. I swallowed, wishing I could be with Remus right now. Snape was activating a slide projector. I froze, stiffening in my seat.
Werewolves! That...Bloody...GAH! He's using the opportunity to—RRRAAAHH! Who let Snape substitute for Remus?!
"Now, then. You will all turn to page 297, and begin reading. No need for talking." Beside me, Ericka raised her hand. Neither had seemed to notice my stiff posture. My eye was twitching fearfully.
"Excuse me, Professor?"
"Yes?"
"Well...where's Re-"
"He finds himself incapable of teaching at the moment. Turn to page 297." He tapped the projector again, and it showed...Oh, Merlin!
Wizards and Witches killing Werewolves in horrid, brutal ways. Carving them up with silver knives, simply choking them...drowning them...things like that...
Snape thinks it's a good idea to show those pictures to kids?! I then remembered the copies of the subjects each class had gone through. I had already delivered the others', and reviewed this class' quickly. We had gone through such things as Vampires and Banshees in detail, but we hadn't been meant to cover Werewolves until we'd finished with the Banshees. We had been reviewing these Dark Creatures in more detail than what the Third-Year class went through. I pulled out the sheet, and stuck my hand up.
"Yes, Mrs...Lupin?" I didn't like the way his lips smirked as he said 'Lupin'.
"Here's the record of what we've covered, sir." I said silkily, and I had to struggle to keep the chilled tones from getting out. Snape grabbed the parchment. His eyes flicked across it.
"Taking that long to discuss Banshees? My, my...well...there isn't much to know about them. And so, you will all turn to page 297." The rest of the class was just as delightful. Snape went on and on about recognizing werewolves in great detail, and how to deal with them when encountered. He stole many snide and icy glances my way, as if challenging me to object. Though I was getting red in the face with fury, I knew better than to test Snape. Otherwise, I'd find my free evenings in detention, and I'd never be ready for O. . Faith and Ericka were a little put off by my surly mood, my white-knuckled grip on my books and my quill. The mood carried on to Charms, which was with Slytherin. I enjoyed charming the Snakes. I know it's wrong, but it's too funny. Arithmancy was fascinating, but challenging as always. Ancient Runes left me with a headache, and then I had lunch, which helped revive me for History of Magic, where we sat through a pop quiz. Marcene was pale and nervous. Although the rest of the day drained me, I was feeling much better by the final bell, as Fred and George had passed me and my friends some rather amusing notes. I ran to the Common Room to play Wizard Chess, as usual after classes, with Fred and George (immense fun, those games) before sticking my nose back in my books until dinner. I was amazed at how much I needed to overview again and again. Faith and Ericka always loved going over stuff with me, and sometimes, we would hang out in either the Gryffindor or Ravenclaw Common Room, doing homework, and getting distracted chatting and talking. And then...
I remembered what tonight was.
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Tonight's stormy and thundering, as usual these days.
And we were terrified, Remus and I. I was terrified something would go wrong, and I'd let him out. Remus was terrified that he would...attack me somehow, and then bite some poor student. I sat on Remus' desk, humming tunelessly, trying to prove he has nothing to worry about, as we awaited the moon's rising.
"I hate this part. We're ready...we're waiting...and then we wait some more." Remus muttered, sitting on the floor in the middle of the office. I checked outside and my watch. It was almost time. I swallowed.
"It'll be fine."
"Yeah...who're you trying to convince?" Remus growled. I bit my retort back. He was always a little more irritable right before the moon rose. It's not that he really is that angry and short with me. And then...the silver light flooded the room, making my skin prickle with the tiny amount of werewolf in me. Subconsciously, Remus strayed away from it before he had nowhere left to go.
"Here we go." I muttered, remembering that it was best I wasn't too close. I moved behind the desk. No matter how much Wolfsbane is in him, Remus loses his senses as he morphs, only to gain it again once it's finished. This is how I found Remus the night I got the scars. I got too close as he transformed. Remus panicked in his maddening agony and tackled me, thinking I was a hunter. I wriggled free before the bite could happen, if it would have, but I bear the scars of that night. "Remus, remember...don't fight it. It just makes the change worse. You have the Potion in you. You aren't going to hurt me. Relax. It's alright..." I called. Then I remembered that I still hadn't cast the containment and silencing charms we usually do. As Remus changed, I ran over and cast them in record time. By the time it was done, Remus was screaming, howling in agony, curled on the floor. I changed forms quickly, and ran over. He was a huge wolf in seconds, and I let myself slip in between his paws as he lay, drained and exhausted on the floor, and relaxed into Remus' chest. He nuzzled me, and I settled more comfortably for him. We stayed like that for the night. At around the halfway point, I decided to take a chance. Remus needed more comfort than I could provide as a wolf. Besides, I had done this before. Almost every transformation, I would change and spend half the night humming and just comforting my unfortunate godfather.
I changed, and sat down, placing Remus' head in my lap. He whimpered, but didn't try to get me to change back, as sometimes happened. "Shush...see? Nothing to worry about. You're not going to hurt me. It's alright. Want me to sing?" Remus seemed to nod reluctantly. He was worried it would somehow get through the Silencing Charm I had placed around the office. But just as I was about to start singing, there was the distinctive sound of charms and jinxes breaking. I gasped. Remus hadn't seemed to notice. But as the doorknob started to turn, Remus heard. He snapped his head up, growling at the door as the person finished turning the knob. Praying it wasn't a student in need of last-minute tutoring for something, I drew my wand, and motioned for Remus to hide. He padded silently behind the desk as the door swung quietly open, revealing my grandmother, in a dressing robe and holding a lit wand aloft.
"I just remembered what night it was. I wanted to check on the pair of you. Is it...safe?" She asked. I nodded.
"Come in, gran." I said, standing back as my Grandmother swept softly into the room. I relocked and recast the charms and jinxes before turning around to find Remus' head in my grandmother's lap, and she was stroking it with a soft, tender hand. Her eyes were sad and pitying I came over, and lay down with my head against Remus' chest.
"I see nothing has changed." She noted sadly. We stayed like that for about an hour before Gran slipped out again, saying she felt terrible for the poor man, and handed me a pain-killer for the morning. I resumed my position against Remus and soon found myself falling asleep. Shaking myself, I started humming a tune I had heard somewhere. A Muggle town, I think. I'm too tired to think straight...zzz
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Crap. I fell asleep, didn't I?
Ugh. Need...coffee. From beside me, Remus groaned.
"Ow..." He muttered as he tried to pop his back. He gave up and rubbed his sore muscles. "'morning."
"Good morning. That wasn't so bad."
"Speak for yourself." Remus grumbled, trying to rid himself of a crick in his neck.
"Sorry."
"Let's get some breakfast."
"Yeah. I'm starving." A disturbing thought came to me. It was the day of my Quidditch match. And it was still rainy. Cursing my luck, I apologized to Remus for leaving him to make his hobbling way to the Hospital Wing to recover and took off to grab breakfast before heading out for the changing rooms.
I decided on porridge. As I sat down at the Gryffindor table, the rest of the team slid down to meet me. They didn't seem to want conversation, they just...wanted to eat all together, I suppose. As I was getting up to leave for the pitch, head bowed in exhaustion and a yawn, I ended up running into a Slytherin Fifth-Year, spraying his pumpkin juice over both of us. Apologizing profusely, I siphoned the juice back into the glass. I then looked the guy full in the face. Whoa...
He had silver hair to just past his ears and was blind in one eye. It was dead-looking and grey-ish white all over. It unsettled me for a moment, but I shrugged it off. People should not be judged merely on their appearance. I of all people understood that.
"Thanks." The boy muttered, blowing his silver hair out of his face and taking the glass easily. I apologized again. "No problem, miss." I took as a cue to introduce myself.
"I'm Rosemary Lupin." I said, extending a hand.
"Scottie Alias." He replied. I shook his hand. His grip was firm and steady. I decided he wasn't too bad. Usually, Slytherin's would have probably splashed the juice all over me. Scottie didn't. He thanked me for fixing my own mistake. That may have been a taunt, probably was, but somehow I doubted it. He seemed too serious for that. "So...you lot are facing Hufflepuff?" It was an obvious attempt to break the ice, a conversation starter, and I felt bad I couldn't stay and chat.
"Yeah...um, look, I really don't want to be rude, but, ah, I'm on the team, and-"
"Oh. That's fine. It was nice meeting you, Rose." He seemed shocked by his own words. "Heard yer friends calling you that when we have class together. Is it okay if-"
"Yeah. Gotta go!" I said, with an apologetic gaze at the young man before tearing out of the castle and out onto the pitch. My mind was buzzing. How had I not noticed an entire student for this long? I had never seen him before, somehow never noticed him, and yet he knew what my friends called me? Weird. Had he been...stalking me? I didn't want to think so. He had been nice, friendly, but not stalker-ish. He didn't rub me that way.
I was soaked in seconds, but I didn't care. I was used to it. In the changing rooms, I was too focused on getting some of the caffeinated tea in the room to hear anything Oliver and the team were saying. If it wasn't about the game, I didn't feel the need to listen too intently. Soon enough, we were heading out into the storm. We were all soaked—again—within seconds. As we mounted our brooms, I could see the HufflePuff Beater, John Burrington, waving at me. I smiled back, too nervous to wave as I soared into the air. As Madam Hooche sent the Quaffle into play, Angelina, Katie and I chased after it, colliding painfully with the HufflePuff Chasers, battling for the ball. I swerved around one of the HufflePuff Chasers, striking the ball out of his arm as I did. I tossed it to Angelina and she managed a neat toss to Katie, as I got into position near the goal posts. I had to duck a sudden Bludger sent my way. I turned to see whomever the other HufflePuff Beater was before I caught the Quaffle again and tossed it into the goal. It sailed right over the Keeper's fingertip. I swerved and chased the Quaffle again, and groaned as HufflePuff managed to not only get the Quaffle, but get it past Oliver. Cursing, I shook rain from my face, and managed a quick grab of the ball, and scored again. We were now leading by fifty. Madam Hooche's whistle somehow cut through the pounding rain and cheering. I landed, and huddled with the rest of the team.
"What's the score?" Harry asked, trying to dry his glasses off on his robes.
"We're fifty points up, but unless we get the snitch soon, we'll be playing into the night."
"Which wouldn't be good in this weather." I noted, wringing my hair out as best I could. Harry looked disgruntled.
"I'm trying, Rose, but...I've got no chance with these on."
"Sorry." Hermione chose that moment to make an appearance. She was slightly breathless.
"I've got an idea, Harry. Give me your glasses. Quick!" And she cast an Impervius charm. Wood looked ready to kiss her. I thought he might. "There! They'll repel water!" Wood looked like he choking on something.
"Brilliant! Okay, team, let's go for it!"
"Good talk, Oliver." I grumbled as I swung my legs onto the broom. Hermione's charm seemed to have worked, because Harry's flying was a lot more confident and he seemed more driven. I briefly caught sight of Scottie, illuminating by a flash of lightening, standing with the green and silver wearing students, smirking and clapping with only slightly more enthusiasm than his fellow Snakes. And then I saw something that disarmed me completely. A Bludger crashed into a player near me, but I couldn't focus on the game. Because...because...
Dad was sitting on the empty top row of the stands as Padfoot, the big, shaggy black dog. He seemed intent on the game. I shook myself, even as tears burned in my eyes. Did Dad...was Dad so desperate to see me and Harry...that he's risking everything to come see us play? Oh...wait...oh, my...didn't...oh. Dad and Mum were the Beaters.
I briefly wondered if Dad was disappointed by my position as well as Harry's, but then Angela thrust the Quaffle into my arms, and I took off for the goal posts.
I scored. I cheered, and stole a glance at Dad. He had his chin held high. Then, he turned and headed down silently. I swallowed my sigh and then dodged a crispy Cedric Diggory. I gasped, and saw that the other Hufflepuffs had caught him with a Cushioning Charm. I then breathed a sigh of relief before tossing the Quaffle I had caught a minute ago to Alicia, who failed to score. Hufflepuff was now in the lead. Apparently, they had scored a few times without my knowledge. They led. I cursed, and managed a tricky maneuver around the Hufflepuff Beaters, and grabbed the Quaffle while I was at it. I scored again. Now, we were tied. And then...a numbing sense of dread overwhelmed me then, and I felt a chill so deep, I wondered how I could ever get warm again.
And then...I made the mistake of looking down.
"I-I need you to take her! Please, Remus, please..."
Was the last thing I heard as my eyes closed. I felt myself slip into the unknown as darkness claimed me.
OH, DEAR. HIT BY DEMENTORS AGAIN, ROSE? NOT GOOD FORM. ;)
ANYWAY...IT'S FUNNY, SOMETHING I'VE NOTICED IN ORDER OF THE PHEONIX...EVERYBODY TAKES A JAB AT POOR SIRIUS. MOLLY...HERMIONE...SNAPE. THEY ALL TEASE HIM, THOUGH HERMIONE DIDN'T DO IT TO SIRIUS' FACE. WHICH KINDA MAKES IT WORSE. AND WHAT SHE SAID...MAKES ME NOT LIKE HER FOR THAT SCENE, REALLY. SHE'S SO QUICK TO JUDGE PEOPLE, BUT WHEN IT COMES TO HOUSE ELVES...SHE WON'T HEAR A WORD AGAINST THEM. WEIRD, THAT ONE.
AND THEN THERE'S MOLLY, TAUNTING SIRIUS FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO TAKE CARE OF HARRY WHILE IN AZKABAN, SAYING SHE'S HAD TO PICK UP THE SLACK. IT'S RIDICULOUS. SIRIUS DOES A FINE JOB TAKING CARE OF HARRY NOW, GIVEN HOW LITTLE CONTACT HE CAN MAKE, WITH THE FIRES UNDER SURVIELLANCE AND THE OWLS BEING SEARCHED. UGH. I DON'T LIKE MOLLY IN THAT SCENE, EITHER.
SNAPE JUST...NEEDS TO STOP BEING SO CRUEL. I MEAN, I KNOW HE HAS HIS COVER TO MAINTAIN, BUT...THERE'S NO NEED TO TAUNT HIM REPEATEDLY ABOUT IT!
ANYWAY...TOODLES!