I've had a reviewer mention the last chapter seemed like a filler. Well, this is a story. There has to be fillers to give personallity, push the story forward, and all the other little things. So, yeah, some of my chapters are basically fillers.


LAST TIME ON The Feel of Feelings Rewrite

Dumbledore stared pensively into the fire. He had thought he had lost control when Harry was discovered missing, but when news of Mrs. Grangers disappearance came, he was glad to see he hadn't. He could only assume the reason Mrs. Granger took her best friend out of Grimmuald but he was rather sure he was correct. He rolled his wand in his hand as he thought of the last time he truly did lose control.

AND

Hermione pulled out her wand and with a silent flick, the time was displayed in front of her. "Ray," she yelled at the kitchen area. "You have ten minutes before we have to leave."

No response save kitchen noises came.

Chapter 6

Remus sighed thankfully when the last of the Order vanished from the dark and gloomy house they were using as headquarters. He scrubbed his face with his hand, thinking he was to old for all this and was walking to the stairs as a crash and screaming told him not everyone was gone yet.

"Hullo Tonks," Remus greeted the body sprawled on the ground in front of the stairs, shooting a silencing spell at the screaming portrait. He offered a hand to help the fallen woman up.

"Thanks Remus." Tonks brushed herself off and smiled up at the werewolf. "I thought you might like company."

Remus looked taken aback but recovered quickly, giving Tonks a polite smile. "Thank you, but I'll be fine. You should be out there trying to find Harry and Miss Granger."

Tonks shrugged but didn't move to leave. "My job in the search is to keep an ear open at the ministry. I have today off and everyone knows it'll take an emergency to get me to work on a day off." She shifted, suddenly nervous. "Unless you don't want me here."

"Company would be lovely."


"As I explained everything last week, I wont go over it again. The practical is first. I want you all to make a physical manifestation of your element. You can practice while I grade someone else, but you don't need to hold it until I arrive. When I get to you, I will inform you that I'm grading you and you will show me what you wish. Any questions?" The teacher asked sarcastically, not expecting any questions and not getting any. "Mr. Karas, you're first."

As the teacher went around grading students Hermione pulled out her sealed bowl of water from her bag and unsealed it, other students doing the same in different ways. "So what are you going to make?" she questioned Harry as she played with her water.

"The king of France."

"You can't make something if you don't know what it looks like."

"I can't?"

"No." She told him crisply.

"…oh."

The teacher stopped at Hermione first and evaluated her water made mermaid. Instead of going to Harry after however, the teacher then went to the other side of the room.

Around five more minutes, the teacher came back and informed Harry it was his turn. Solidifying the air, Harry had what the muggles pictured fairies look like floating in front of him. His evaluation also went quickly as he concentrated on keeping the flickering being as solid as he could. It wasn't much longer before all the students were silently bent over paper, working on the written part of their evaluation.

Kaeden was in his dorm and joined the two in the bat cave once they finished the evaluation and returned, but Drey was still at his Care if Magical Creatures evaluation. Harry hummed as he danced around the room throwing flowers made of air that dispersed only a couple feet away from him. Kaeden raised an eyebrow at his friend and turned to Hermione questionably.

"Just ignore him, he doesn't have full brain capacity."

"Oh," Kaeden raised his other eyebrow, taking the flippant comment seriously. "Has he always been that way?"

Hermione stiffened slightly and turned sad eyes to Harry. "No"

"A recent change?" Kaeden hoped they were close enough friends that he could pursue the topic.

"Yes," Hermione looked at him questionably. "How did you know?"

Kaeden shifted nervously, "You're very…overbearing. You seem to think you need to control everything he does, like you think he can't do anything himself."

"He can't do anything by himself! He just got out of…" Hermione stopped herself from revealing just where Harry previously was.

"While I don't completely agree with that, you aren't exactly helping him. He isn't going to learn to be independent if you do everything for him. It will probably help him more if you are his sister, not his mother."

"The party has arrived!" Drey flounced into the room, interrupting the conversation.

Hermione swung around and pointed her finger at the demon. "There will be no party until Friday when all the exams are done, understood?" She growled.

Drey dumbly nodded, meekly agreeing with the female as Harry pranced back into the room, trailed by the animals. Hermione gave Drey one last evil eye before sitting on what was dubbed her chair and pulled out notes for the next day's exams. Drey inched over to where Harry stood, no longer humming but still throwing flowers, and leaned in close. "Your sisters scary." He then yelped when at sharp beak clamped onto his leg. He looked down and gapped at the griffin attached to his leg. "How do you even understand English!"

"She's Mia's familiar, can you see my sister with something not smart?" Harry threw some flowers into Miri's face.

The griffin growled at him around Drey's leg making Harry giggled and throw some more flowers.

"Come here Miri," Hermione commanded the griffin. "Who knows where he's been, you really don't want him in your mouth."

"Hey," Drey puffed himself up. "I'll have you know lots of people want to put me in their mouth."

"Ew," Hermione wrinkled her nose.

Miri clamped down harder before releasing Drey's leg and trotting over to Hermione. The knee high hybrid rubbed against her owners legs before jumping and perching on the back of her chair.

Eventually all four ended up around the table, the studious silence occasionally broken by giggles or sighs.


"Welcome to your last time to my word and motionless magic class!" Hermione and Harry's perpetually high teacher chirped early the next day. "Now, now." the teacher chided the sleepy, scowling group, "I'll miss you too but that's no reason to frown." The scowls deepened but the teacher didn't notice or care. "Now I want you all to sit still and try to do anything without a sound or motion. I truly don't care what or even if you succeed," the students' indigent twitches went ignored, "as all I'll be doing is looking at your magic." The teacher finished with a sunny grin that seemed to all-of-a-sudden have a creepy undertone.

Like all the other teachers, she walked around looking at the students. Unlike the other teachers, she freaked Hermione out by fluttering her eyelashes at her. Harry in jealous retaliation, pulled Hermione's head down into his chest and pet her hair like a cat. The teacher seemed to find this humorous. Hermione didn't.

Lunch went by in tired silence, all having done a respective five or four examinations already, the group of four were starting to feel worn out. Hermione didn't even have it in her to overly fret the fact Harry was about to take a test in a magic that was terribly dark magic and banned by the British Ministry back in 1895 and could possibly go wrong and kill him. But while she didn't fret, creeping exhaustion didn't stop worried glances every couple minutes as the walked towards their classes.

"Bye bye!" Harry waved as he took a path that branched off from Hermione's. Drey followed, watching his rear, and Kaeden gave Hermione a reassuring squeeze on her shoulder before following as well. Hermione watched worriedly until they were out of site and headed to her own class.

Her healing teacher was a middle aged vampire who she believed didn't really know his own subject, and she was already way ahead of him. But the vampire greeted her with a smile and told her what to expect on her exam before leading her a closed off area to work.

The group of boys didn't get any greeting or instructions at their destination; not that they expected any, this teacher didn't seem to like speaking. At each desk was a block of wood, a piece of paper with 'Explain' written on the top, as well as a blood magic dagger. It didn't take much for the students to guess they were supposed to do some kind of blood magic on the wood and then write what they did on the paper. The entire class stared at their blocks of wood, wondering what to do with it.

Harry lazily drew runes on his block with a bleeding finger, arranging the bloody runes together easily. When he was done he lifted his now slightly see through wood up and looked at the class through a blurry piece of plywood. Done way before the rest, even his friends, he drew some more bloody runes on the wood. Satisfied, and forgetting that he was ahead of everyone else, pulled the paper over and scrawled out what he had all done.

He finished in ten minutes but was given more paper and ordered to rewrite it when he tried to hand it in. So while Harry was the first to finish, he wasn't the first to leave as he had to carefully rewrite his paper, with threats if it came out in the same messy chicken scratch.

"Satisfactory," the teacher drawled when Harry handed in the rewritten paper, causing Harry to giggle, amused that the teacher managed to make the word sound evil.

By that time Drey had already finished and so Harry joined the demon waiting outside the classroom.

"I'm bored." Harry pouted.

"I can help that." Drey leered and slowly stalked closer to the curious boy.

"Oh?"

"Oh yes." Drey curled his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him flush against him. "Still bored?" he breathed and rubbed his face in the junction of Harry's neck.

"Yes." Harry couldn't see Drey's face but since the demon hadn't been pushy in his advances, assumed he would look defeated. The demon got his attention however, when instead of backing off, bit down on the neck he was previously nuzzling, causing Harry to gasp and arch into Drey's body.

"Ahem." Both jumped and broke apart. Kaeden was standing beside them, looking amused and annoyed at the same time.

"Couldn't you have taken a little longer?" Drey mumbled.

"No."

"You're just saying that 'cause you want his sister." Drey grumbled under his breath.

Kaeden glared and pointed down the hall, telling Drey to start walking without words. With an answering glare Drey did just that as Kaeden passed him. Harry followed a couple steps behind, staring at Drey in wonder, he certainly never felt a blast of pleasure like that with Cho, maybe Hermione was right, he should find a boyfriend instead of a girlfriend.


"Ray?" Harry rolled away from the questioning voice with a grumble. "Come on, Ray." The voice tried again. "You have your potions evaluation in an hour."

"I dun wanna." He mumbled as he peeked up at Hermione.

Hermione ruffled his already messy hair. "Get up anyway." She hesitated, but turned and left the room. Harry watched her go and let out a burst or air, blowing hair out of his eyes.

"That means you need to move too, Ra." He propped his head up and looked at the dozing dog on his feet. When Ra didn't move, he attempted to move his numb feet, waking the grim. "I gotta get up." Ra just looked at him drowsily and rolled off his feet. "Thanks."

He rolled out of bed and crawled to his dresser. He crawled up the wooden construct and pulled open the drawers, grabbing the first pair of pants and shirt he found. He tiredly dressed and wandered out of his room.

Kaeden and Drey were already waiting for him so he didn't have time to wake up more before they left for one of the potions lab.

"I'm planning to brew The Draught of Life." Kaeden announced on the way there, trying to start conversation.

"Veritaserum. Do you think the teacher will let me keep some?"

"Probably not, but if you can, can I have some?" Harry asked.

"If I get something in exchange." He leered at the smaller boy.

Kaeden cleared his throat. "What are you planning to make, Ray?"

"Hmm," Harry turned toward the vampire. "Oh, I'm going to make a potion I made." He puffed his chest out, "I have decided to name it The Bender Potion."

"What's it do!? What's it do!?" Drey stopped walking and started bouncing.

Kaeden grabbed Drey's arm and pulled him along, if they didn't keep walking they would be late.

"It makes me…uhhh, the drinker, into the opposite gender."

"Ooooh, so I, as a male," Drey ran his free hand down his body, "would turn into a girl?" Drey's eyes seemed to sparkle. "Could I get prego?"

Harry blinked, cocked his head to the side, and blinked again. "I have no idea. I'd have to make sure the potion would last through pregnancy without harm. And whether it's possible to change back after so long. And…" He continued to list things he would need to find out the rest of the way.

"Ray," Kaeden interrupted Harry's listing. "We're here."

Harry looked around and noticed they were in the potions hall. "Oh, okay."

The teacher was already in the classroom and some students had already started their potions. The three boys trooped to the storage cabinets and gathered their ingredients, claimed stations near each other, and started their own potions.

Kaeden was the first done, his potion fast to make but had to sit for twenty-four full hours. He insured his potion wouldn't be interrupted and cleaned up his station, finishing just as Harry finished up his potion. The vampire ripped out a paper off one of his notebooks and wrote Harry that he would meet him outside the classroom. The dark haired boy nodded and went about cleaning his station, giving his potion time to cool.

Once his station was clean and the excess ingredients were properly dealt with he carefully ladled potion into vials, labelled them, brought one to the teacher, and packed the rest in his bag, he went out to meet Kaeden.

"All done." Harry blinked up at Kaeden innocently.

Kaeden nodded. "Shall we see if your sister is done her exam?"

Harry giggled and started walking. Kaeden shook his head and followed.