Your Love Is All The Magic I Need

A/N: Don't own a thing, especially not HP. I hope you enjoy Chapter Eight. Italics denote thoughts. Bold is for spells.

Chapter Eight: Regrets, just so many regrets.

"You mean that Narcissa Malfoy took Harry Potter off the school premises, took him into Gringotts for who knows what, and then got him fitted for the kind of robes one wears if one is going to be announcing their status as a Lord?" Amelia had taken one look at the letter Tonks had sent her and had immediately apparated to her room at Hogwarts. This was what greeted Tonks when she came back from watching the Gryffindor Champion in his Charms class; a furious DMLE Director.

"Y-yes ma'am. I followed them as best I could. I couldn't risk being seen, or I'd blow my cover. Lady Malfoy is too well connected to be treated like she's stupid. If I just ran up wanting to know why she had a recently emancipated adult with her, she'd doubtlessly had an excuse." Tonks said, defending herself to her boss, "As it is, I have made contact with Harry and he's going to take some defense classes from me."

Surprisingly, Amelia seemed to calm down slightly from that, "Alright. Good work keeping an eye on him. Keep him safe, but the next time that woman shows up to take him away from the school, send me a messenger Patronus immediately." She looked down for just a moment, a flick of her eyes that most would miss, "Has there been any sign of Si- of Black?"

Tonks had a choice. She could lie to her boss or risk her cousin's safety. "No, ma'am. But given that Harry is one of the champions, he'll probably be around. Ma'am, pardon me for asking, but the two of you were close weren't you? My mother mentioned it when he first escaped."

Amelia sighed, "Yes. We were very close. After the McKinnon's, Sirius and I bonded over the case. We'd dated briefly during our time at Hogwarts, but I was older so I left and thought he'd forget about me." But he hadn't. Instead, Sirius had never really lost the torch he'd carried for her.

"Was it hard? Seeing his trial?" Tonks asked, "My mother said that you were talking about getting married and then that Halloween happened..."

"There was no trial, Auror Tonks. Crouch wanted Sirius in Azkaban that night." It was the lowest point in her career. Head Auror Amelia Bones allowed her then boss to send the man she loved to Azkaban without a trial. "There are a lot of things I should have done differently in my life, and not pressing for a trial is one of them." She should have, but it had been a moment of weakness.

Tonks pressed the moment, "I don't think he's guilty. He couldn't have been. He was Harry's godfather. He swore an Oath to the Potter family. Betraying them would have killed him, or at least taken his magic." She looked at Amelia, "Do you miss him?"

"Of course I miss him. I've missed him since he went to Azkaban. But what I did was as much an act of betrayal as he's accused of. I let them take him away. I could have forced the issue, I'd have probably been fired, but I could have done it." She sighed softly, "It doesn't matter. I made my mistake and I have to live with it. In any case, keep an eye on Harry Potter." She turned and walked back through the floo to her office.

Amelia locked her door with a flick of her wand and then sat down in her chair. She took a deep breath. Damn you, Sirius. Why couldn't you wait for me? Why did you have to rush off? To be honest, Amelia agreed with Tonks. She didn't think Sirius was guilty, but she couldn't do anything at the time. Now, while she was sure he was innocent of the original crime, he was guilty of escaping Azkaban. She wasn't sure what she could do, so she did the same thing she had done the night he was arrested. Nothing.

She was a terrible Hufflepuff, she mused as she tried to get control over her emotions. So much for the 'House of the Loyal'...She thought as she began to grumpily look at her stack of paperwork.

Sirius had been a dose of needed levity in her life. He was the rebel. The Black Gryffindor, the outcast from his family. She'd hated leaving him when she finally graduated. But she'd refused to take his promise ring when she left. He deserved better than pining for her while she was starting her career, unable to contact him except for very sporadic letters.

He'd dated Marlene McKinnon. Then the entire family was murdered. Sirius was nearly broken by it. They reconnected then. She was hurting over the deaths of her family and he was hurting over the death of his girlfriend.

They'd restarted their relationship and it had been like nothing changed. This time when he'd given her his ring, she'd taken it.

Then the Potters were killed.

Amelia snapped out of her reverie when she heard a knock. She unlocked the door and let the real world intrude on her memories once more.

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Fleur sought out Harry again during the lunch period. He was sitting alone, having walked away from the girl she'd met before, Hermione, I think... who had been talking to him. He looked annoyed, she thought, and so when she sat down beside him, she tried to give him a pleasant smile.

A smile he barely returned.

"Harry, what's wrong?" She asked him, "You seem to be in a worse mood than you were in the Common Room." This was a bit of a reversal, she noted to herself. He tried to make me feel better when I lost my nerve talking to him, now I'm trying to help him...

"It's my friends. Or I thought they were. Ron hasn't spoken to me since my name came out. Hermione is convinced that I was charmed to forget putting my name in the Goblet. No one believes me..." He said glaring at his perfectly innocent plate of chips and beans.

"I believe you." She said quietly, "You took an Oath in front of us. I know how you feel though...when I first reached puberty and it was harder to control my Allure, I had friends who believed I was intentionally 'stealing' their boyfriends." She looked over at the table where the other Beauxbaton students were seated with the Ravenclaws, "Some of them I had been friends with since I was barely able to speak. We haven't spoken since. I tried to explain what happened, but no one wants to listen when they think they know the answer."

Harry nodded, "That's Hermione. For someone who is supposed to be my best friend, and the one who always has my back, she's very convinced that I'm either a liar or an idiot." He finally ate one of his chips, "It would be different," Harry began to say, pausing to chew, "if this was a pattern, but it's not. She believed me when I was being called the 'Heir of Slytherin', she believed me when no one else did. But this year it's like she's decided that everyone must be right this time."

Fleur looked over in the direction Harry had been staring. The brunette witch she had met before was staring hard at them. She looks jealous...or possibly she thinks that I'm going to do something to turn him away from her, she's doing a fine job of that... Fleur held that thought and then finally spoke on a subject that had been bothering her, "I have been having dreams. Of you, and myself. I don't know why and that bothers me."

Harry had chosen that moment to drink his pumpkin juice. He now had a good idea of what drowning feels like as the juice flowed through his nostrils as he began to choke and cough. "D-dreams?" He managed, "What kind of dreams?"

"Stupid things. Dreams of events that haven't happened will never happen." She shook her head, the silver hair flowing as she did so. Even when she's trying to clear her head, she makes it look beautiful...Harry thought with consternation as she continued, "I feel a connection to you like we've been here before."

"One year. Just one. Where nothing bizarre happens. That's all I wanted." Harry said absently as he looked down at his plate, "I've had the same. Not just of you, but of an Auror I've met. I keep getting these...flashes of something. Old emotions, but they can't be old since I've never met either of you before. Okay, maybe I met Tonks once at some point, she was in her seventh year when I started, but if it happened I don't remember." He shrugged, "It's like something's telling me to change the ending to a story that hasn't been written."

Fleur nodded, "That is the feeling I've been having. Like I'm supposed to do something different, though what it is I don't know yet." She smiled excitedly, "Maybe we can train together later and talk about this some more?"

Harry thought, "Sure if you'd like you can meet me at the Gryffindor Common Room tonight, the password is 'Ballywick'." He rose, "I have to get to my next class, I'll see you later." He left hurriedly, not noticing Hermione watching them.

Draco Malfoy looked at the response he had gotten from his father. The letter; short and terse as it was, had explained some of his mother's actions. But not all of them. I'll keep an eye on Potter and Mother.

He looked back down at the letter with some distaste, Mother is going to ingratiate herself to Potter and try to create a scandal where he will give her the Potter and Black vaults. Why would Potter have any claim on the Black Vaults? I am the next male child in line for those vaults.

Draco had never met his second cousin Sirius. Sirius had, after all, been in Azkaban for most of his life. He also didn't want to know the mangy blood-traitor. What mattered was when he died, the wealth of the Black family would be his.

That was what mattered. Wealth. Power. Status.

He refused to let Potter ruin it. He watched as his nemesis left the Hall, his two lackeys absent. They were still at the Gryffindor table. A thought began to percolate in his mind. I've heard that they think he's lying...I bet if the right things got to their ears, they would completely abandon that idiot...

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Bellatrix knew that Amelia would be coming to see her later in the day. She always came on Mondays. However, she was not prepared for the 'visitor' she had this time. Being on a less secure floor she knew that she could have visitors. But she had never expected them.

But there he was. The wizard she had loved and hated.

Remus Lupin.

It was hard to describe the feelings inside of her. The easiest one to go with and the one she chose was rage. "You were supposed to kill me." She said softly, "Remember? If I couldn't get out of that contract, you were supposed to meet me at our spot and poison me." She clenched her fists, grateful for once that she didn't have her wand.

Remus sighed. Yes, that had been the plan. It had been her plan and she had managed to get him to show up with the poison. But it's hard to murder someone you're in love with. Instead, he had to live with the fact that his lover had become the most wicked woman in British magical history. "I couldn't do it. I tried. I bought the poison. But I couldn't use it." Instead, they'd parted ways that night. Bellatrix had gone on to torture and murder, and Remus had run away, unable to face what he'd allowed to happen.

"So, you claimed to love me, but when I needed you, you weren't there?" Bellatrix drew in a breath, trying to calm her. "Why are you here?" She asked, "Why now? Why did you have to come and see me now?"

"It wasn't by choice Bella-" He began.

"Bellatrix. I am Bellatrix to you Lupin. You lost the right to call me Bella when you failed me." Bellatrix hissed, turning from the door of her cell and sitting down on her bed.

Remus rubbed his temple, "I couldn't kill you. I just couldn't. I wasn't strong enough to live in a world where you weren't a part of it. Now I have to live with the fact that because of that, two of my friends are trapped in St. Mungos and will never be able to have a conversation with their son." The cursing of the Longbottoms, not the deaths of the Potters had been what caused Remus to flee. He'd barely been able to be in the same classroom as Neville during his single year of teaching.

"I never touched them. That was my husband and brother in law along with Barty Crouch Jr. Who, by the way, hasn't been in his cell for weeks before his 'death'." Bellatrix said, "That's what I'm waiting on Director Bones for. I promised her some more insight into the Death Eaters." She began to pace in her cell, "Why are you here?" She repeated.

"I'm coming on behalf of the Order. One of our contacts in the DMLE has heard some of your information, and I wanted to see-" Again he was interrupted.

"You wanted to see if your former lover would tell you anything new? I have nothing for you, Remus. Not anymore." Bellatrix sighed and sat back down, "Please leave me. I...I don't wish to see you. Not now, not ever again."

She held her tears until after Remus left. Once he was gone, she managed to turn away from the door, watching him leave had been even harder the second time. Staring at her mattress, she let her mind wander.

Bellatrix was sure that she and Remus were supposed to be together. Two outcasts, one forced to be a Death Eater by a marriage contract, the other a werewolf. She had never broken his trust, never told anyone what he was. He had repaid that trust by failing her.

He'd loved her too much to grant her a merciful death. Which, to Bellatrix's mind meant that he hadn't loved her at all. She'd hated Rodolphus Lestrange, but that contract was signed in blood. Literally.

I promise you this Rodolphus...I will be free and when I am, I will make sure you and Rabastan see horrors before you are granted the mercy of death. Bellatrix vowed as she blinked away the tears at seeing Remus once again.