Complicated
Chapter 8: A visit to Hogsmead
By, Rosekeet
A/N: I'm working really hard to finish this fic, not that any one cares cos no one ever reads it but still. I'm trying to figure out why some stories have so many reviews and they are just as good as and or worse than mine? What is with that? Ok. Whatever. Review please
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me
I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no...
Dear Sirius,
There is a Hogsmead trip scheduled for next Saturday. We'd like to come and visit you, but I've got a problem. You know my friend, Rosalie Allison? Well, she's never been to Hogsmead and I can't exactly ditch her. Any suggestions?
-Harry
~*~
Dear Harry,
Rosalie Allison, eh? Why don't you bring her along? I knew her mother at school. We were friendly with each other. And she was in the US when I was sent to Azkaban. She shouldn't be too freaked out. Anyway, I know a bit about her parents murder. She'd probably be intrested. Also, don't freak out around her. Even if she doesn't like you that way (yes, I know. I'm not stupid.) she'd probably be flatered. Just play it cool. Excuse the cliche. See you soon.
-Sirius
Harry smiled and shook his head. He handed the letter to Ron, and saw him grin. Ron passed it to Hermione and she read it also smiling. Harry would bet his broomstick that she was thinking "I knew it."
"What's that?" Rosalie asked looking up from where she was doing her extra transfiguration homework with Hermione. Malfoy hadn't been lying when he said she had extra. It was really giving her problems. And she wasn't the only one. Hermione of all people was the only other one to get extra homework. And to all of their surprise it was Ron who was assigned to help them. Ron had a certain knack for Transfiguration that had never shown up before. Hermione had taken it as a personal insult when McGonagall had told him to help her as it was usually the other way around. Ron couldn't resist gloating a bit, which infuriated Hermione even more. Rosalie didn't mind too much as Ron was helping. But after a couple days he laid off. Harry strongly suspected that, it was because he was trying to be nice to her as of his "feelings".
"Nothing." Harry replied to Rosalie taking the letter. "But I've got something to ask you. Promise not to freak?"
"Ok."
~*~ < br>br> "I can't believe I get to meet a murderer!" Rosalie said excitedly hugging herself against the wind. It was one of those November days where it was too warm to where a cloak but too cold to go without one.
"He's not a murderer, Rosalie." Harry said shaking his head. "He's innocent."
"Oh, I know that." She said happily, "But still!" The foursome carefully made there way up the rocky slope till they reached the cave, where a fimilar black dog greeted them.
"Hullo Sirius!" Harry said smiling. The dog transformed and a tired but smiling Sirius sat in his place. Sirius was looking better from when he had last seen him, though he still looked as though it wouldn't hurt him to gain a few pounds.
"Hello!" he said.
"Sirius, This is Rosalie Allison."
"Rosalie, this is my godfather Sirius Black."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Black." Rosalie said polietly with a smile. "You can call me Sirius." he said shaking her hand. "You look quite a bit like your mother. I knew her at school. She was a year a head of me."
"Lot's of people say, or said rather, that." Rosalie said as she took a seat next between Harry and Hermione. There was a silence before Harry spoke.
"How've you been?"
"Well, I can't say I've been great because I haven't." Sirius said running a hand through his hair which had been cut short. "There's a lot going on. Dumbledore kept me busy this summer and what with all the muggle attacks going on... And things are pretty much mayham at the Ministry. Many people have quit, because they're worried the Dark Lord is back."
"What is he think he's doing though?" Ron asked shaking his head. "Killing muggles? Isn't that a waste of time?"
"That's what I want to know." Sirius said thoughtfully. "I mean, most of the muggle killings that went on back before The Dark Lords fall were just for fun. But they weren't in this proportion. Just one or two here and there. Nothing to create a lot of suspecion among the muggles. But know... they're going on about terrorism in the states and rebellion here."
"There's a reason he's doing it." Rosalie said mater-of-factly. "I've said it before and I'll say it agian, just because he's evil doesn't mean he's stupid."
"Rosalie's right. Something's up. Something's going to happen."
"But what?" Hermione said sounding worried.
"That's just the thing Hermione. What? Some are talking about killing you, Harry." he wasn't surprised. "Others say he's after someone else. A few say he's practicing- honing his skills. Some don't believe he's back. Say the muggles are on target. But a few, myself, Dumbledore and Snape included think that they're creating a diversion."
"But for what?" Ron asked.
"Don't know..." Sirius said shaking his head.
"The Liberation of Azkaban." Harry said quietly. "Voldermort metioned it when... well you know..." No one said anything. Harry assumed that Ron and Hermione had filled her in on the incidents of the previous year. As well as the years before that.
"That makes sense." Sirius said.
"Those dementors...." Rosalie said shivering. "They seem like the kinds of things that would help him."
"That's what he said." Harry murmured with an involuntary shudder.
"They were a big scandle in the States. The US Ministry wouldn't let them gaurd the prisons. I only think there are a few living there. If they caught a Dark Wizard there, which wasn't very often they killed them. Muggle style. You know, lethal injection."
"I think at this time that might be the way to go." Sirius said shaking his head.
"Most of them diserve to die after all the people they killed and lives they ruined." Harry said bitterly. Sirius nodded, looking sad.
"And the village this summer." he said quietly. "Where your parents were killed." Rosalie didn't say anything. "Mass Murder. I was there. The night it happened. I left only a few hours before. Then I got the news. Ran back as fast as I can. Nothing. It was flat. Bodys, blood and guts everywhere. Of all the things I've seen that was one of the worst. Most of them where killed with Advra Kadavra. There eyes were open and staring. And there were some killed by falling rubble."
"You, you didn't see my parents did you?" Rosalie said. Her face looked placid but her eyes showed everything. Sirius didn't look her in the eye.
"I though I saw a woment that looked familiar and a man was lying next to her, but I don't know. It's possible. I saw more bodies than I care to remember that night." Rosalie didn't say anything in response.
"The thing is," Sirius continued, "we don't know why they did it. I've heard the rummors about them being after your parents." He said to Rosalie. She nodded.
"That's part of the reason I left the states. Death threats pouring in like nobody's business." "That's bull in my opinion. Your mother was a good witch. I know she'd never turn to the Dark side and that's why he murderd some but I don't see why she'd have any dealings with him at all. I mean, she was good at magic but not escpecially talented. It's all very strange. Shrouded in mystery."
"Fog." Rosalie muttered.
"What?"
"Fog. It's like eveywhere he goes he leaves a cloud of fog around what he just did. He doesn't want to be seen." No one said anything. Harry watched as Rosalie wiped her eyes.
"You better get going." Sirius said. "I don't want suspicion." They all nodded and rose to exit.
"Harry, I'm even more serious than I was last year when I said that I don't want you wandering around. Things are getting worse each day. Be careful. That goes for all of you." They nodded and said good by climbing silently down the slope. They walked in silence.
"Let's go for a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks." Hermione suggested obviously trying to lighten the mood.
"What's butterbeer?" Rosalie asked.
"You'll love it." Ron said as he grabbed a table and Harry went to order drinks.
*
They made small talk while drinking their butterbeer, but quickly quieted when a two voices caught their attention.
"Sondra," Snape said "You know as well as I do that things are getting bad."
"Of course I do, Severus." She snapped back. Ron looked revolted. Snape and Ellard on first name basis? "But what can we do? We've done everything?"
"It's burning black." He hissed "It has been all month. Something is going to happen."
"I know that." Miss Ellard said moodily. "But what can we do? Nothing. We don't have any inside information. And that's what we need." Harry signaled to the other three that they should leave. After there ban run-in with Snape the other week it would be a bad idea to get caught eaves dropping.
"What are Ellard and Snape doing on a first name terms?" Ron said as they stepped outside. Harry shook his head, along with Hermione.
"He was a death eater wasn't he?" Rosalie asked. Harry, Hermione and Ron looked surprised. "He said 'it burns black.' All death eaters have the dark mark on their forearms."
"We know that, but how do you?" Harry asked.
"I read about it, once." She said and looked up into the sky. It had suddenly gone very bitterly cold. "I've got a funny feeling in my gut that Ellard once was too."
"What?!" Ron said. "Impossible!"
"It's not." Harry said. "Dumbledore hired Snape, why would he hire another one who'd gone good?"
"I said it was only a feeling" Rosalie said. "Just a funny, unexplained feeling." They all walked quietly off and a light snow began to fall.
Chapter 8: A visit to Hogsmead
By, Rosekeet
A/N: I'm working really hard to finish this fic, not that any one cares cos no one ever reads it but still. I'm trying to figure out why some stories have so many reviews and they are just as good as and or worse than mine? What is with that? Ok. Whatever. Review please
Why do you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're
Acting like you're somebody else gets me frustrated
Life's like this, you
And you fall and you crawl
And you break and you take
What you get and you turn it into
Honesty Promise me
I'm never gonna find you fake it
No, no, no...
Dear Sirius,
There is a Hogsmead trip scheduled for next Saturday. We'd like to come and visit you, but I've got a problem. You know my friend, Rosalie Allison? Well, she's never been to Hogsmead and I can't exactly ditch her. Any suggestions?
-Harry
~*~
Dear Harry,
Rosalie Allison, eh? Why don't you bring her along? I knew her mother at school. We were friendly with each other. And she was in the US when I was sent to Azkaban. She shouldn't be too freaked out. Anyway, I know a bit about her parents murder. She'd probably be intrested. Also, don't freak out around her. Even if she doesn't like you that way (yes, I know. I'm not stupid.) she'd probably be flatered. Just play it cool. Excuse the cliche. See you soon.
-Sirius
Harry smiled and shook his head. He handed the letter to Ron, and saw him grin. Ron passed it to Hermione and she read it also smiling. Harry would bet his broomstick that she was thinking "I knew it."
"What's that?" Rosalie asked looking up from where she was doing her extra transfiguration homework with Hermione. Malfoy hadn't been lying when he said she had extra. It was really giving her problems. And she wasn't the only one. Hermione of all people was the only other one to get extra homework. And to all of their surprise it was Ron who was assigned to help them. Ron had a certain knack for Transfiguration that had never shown up before. Hermione had taken it as a personal insult when McGonagall had told him to help her as it was usually the other way around. Ron couldn't resist gloating a bit, which infuriated Hermione even more. Rosalie didn't mind too much as Ron was helping. But after a couple days he laid off. Harry strongly suspected that, it was because he was trying to be nice to her as of his "feelings".
"Nothing." Harry replied to Rosalie taking the letter. "But I've got something to ask you. Promise not to freak?"
"Ok."
~*~ < br>br> "I can't believe I get to meet a murderer!" Rosalie said excitedly hugging herself against the wind. It was one of those November days where it was too warm to where a cloak but too cold to go without one.
"He's not a murderer, Rosalie." Harry said shaking his head. "He's innocent."
"Oh, I know that." She said happily, "But still!" The foursome carefully made there way up the rocky slope till they reached the cave, where a fimilar black dog greeted them.
"Hullo Sirius!" Harry said smiling. The dog transformed and a tired but smiling Sirius sat in his place. Sirius was looking better from when he had last seen him, though he still looked as though it wouldn't hurt him to gain a few pounds.
"Hello!" he said.
"Sirius, This is Rosalie Allison."
"Rosalie, this is my godfather Sirius Black."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Black." Rosalie said polietly with a smile. "You can call me Sirius." he said shaking her hand. "You look quite a bit like your mother. I knew her at school. She was a year a head of me."
"Lot's of people say, or said rather, that." Rosalie said as she took a seat next between Harry and Hermione. There was a silence before Harry spoke.
"How've you been?"
"Well, I can't say I've been great because I haven't." Sirius said running a hand through his hair which had been cut short. "There's a lot going on. Dumbledore kept me busy this summer and what with all the muggle attacks going on... And things are pretty much mayham at the Ministry. Many people have quit, because they're worried the Dark Lord is back."
"What is he think he's doing though?" Ron asked shaking his head. "Killing muggles? Isn't that a waste of time?"
"That's what I want to know." Sirius said thoughtfully. "I mean, most of the muggle killings that went on back before The Dark Lords fall were just for fun. But they weren't in this proportion. Just one or two here and there. Nothing to create a lot of suspecion among the muggles. But know... they're going on about terrorism in the states and rebellion here."
"There's a reason he's doing it." Rosalie said mater-of-factly. "I've said it before and I'll say it agian, just because he's evil doesn't mean he's stupid."
"Rosalie's right. Something's up. Something's going to happen."
"But what?" Hermione said sounding worried.
"That's just the thing Hermione. What? Some are talking about killing you, Harry." he wasn't surprised. "Others say he's after someone else. A few say he's practicing- honing his skills. Some don't believe he's back. Say the muggles are on target. But a few, myself, Dumbledore and Snape included think that they're creating a diversion."
"But for what?" Ron asked.
"Don't know..." Sirius said shaking his head.
"The Liberation of Azkaban." Harry said quietly. "Voldermort metioned it when... well you know..." No one said anything. Harry assumed that Ron and Hermione had filled her in on the incidents of the previous year. As well as the years before that.
"That makes sense." Sirius said.
"Those dementors...." Rosalie said shivering. "They seem like the kinds of things that would help him."
"That's what he said." Harry murmured with an involuntary shudder.
"They were a big scandle in the States. The US Ministry wouldn't let them gaurd the prisons. I only think there are a few living there. If they caught a Dark Wizard there, which wasn't very often they killed them. Muggle style. You know, lethal injection."
"I think at this time that might be the way to go." Sirius said shaking his head.
"Most of them diserve to die after all the people they killed and lives they ruined." Harry said bitterly. Sirius nodded, looking sad.
"And the village this summer." he said quietly. "Where your parents were killed." Rosalie didn't say anything. "Mass Murder. I was there. The night it happened. I left only a few hours before. Then I got the news. Ran back as fast as I can. Nothing. It was flat. Bodys, blood and guts everywhere. Of all the things I've seen that was one of the worst. Most of them where killed with Advra Kadavra. There eyes were open and staring. And there were some killed by falling rubble."
"You, you didn't see my parents did you?" Rosalie said. Her face looked placid but her eyes showed everything. Sirius didn't look her in the eye.
"I though I saw a woment that looked familiar and a man was lying next to her, but I don't know. It's possible. I saw more bodies than I care to remember that night." Rosalie didn't say anything in response.
"The thing is," Sirius continued, "we don't know why they did it. I've heard the rummors about them being after your parents." He said to Rosalie. She nodded.
"That's part of the reason I left the states. Death threats pouring in like nobody's business." "That's bull in my opinion. Your mother was a good witch. I know she'd never turn to the Dark side and that's why he murderd some but I don't see why she'd have any dealings with him at all. I mean, she was good at magic but not escpecially talented. It's all very strange. Shrouded in mystery."
"Fog." Rosalie muttered.
"What?"
"Fog. It's like eveywhere he goes he leaves a cloud of fog around what he just did. He doesn't want to be seen." No one said anything. Harry watched as Rosalie wiped her eyes.
"You better get going." Sirius said. "I don't want suspicion." They all nodded and rose to exit.
"Harry, I'm even more serious than I was last year when I said that I don't want you wandering around. Things are getting worse each day. Be careful. That goes for all of you." They nodded and said good by climbing silently down the slope. They walked in silence.
"Let's go for a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks." Hermione suggested obviously trying to lighten the mood.
"What's butterbeer?" Rosalie asked.
"You'll love it." Ron said as he grabbed a table and Harry went to order drinks.
*
They made small talk while drinking their butterbeer, but quickly quieted when a two voices caught their attention.
"Sondra," Snape said "You know as well as I do that things are getting bad."
"Of course I do, Severus." She snapped back. Ron looked revolted. Snape and Ellard on first name basis? "But what can we do? We've done everything?"
"It's burning black." He hissed "It has been all month. Something is going to happen."
"I know that." Miss Ellard said moodily. "But what can we do? Nothing. We don't have any inside information. And that's what we need." Harry signaled to the other three that they should leave. After there ban run-in with Snape the other week it would be a bad idea to get caught eaves dropping.
"What are Ellard and Snape doing on a first name terms?" Ron said as they stepped outside. Harry shook his head, along with Hermione.
"He was a death eater wasn't he?" Rosalie asked. Harry, Hermione and Ron looked surprised. "He said 'it burns black.' All death eaters have the dark mark on their forearms."
"We know that, but how do you?" Harry asked.
"I read about it, once." She said and looked up into the sky. It had suddenly gone very bitterly cold. "I've got a funny feeling in my gut that Ellard once was too."
"What?!" Ron said. "Impossible!"
"It's not." Harry said. "Dumbledore hired Snape, why would he hire another one who'd gone good?"
"I said it was only a feeling" Rosalie said. "Just a funny, unexplained feeling." They all walked quietly off and a light snow began to fall.
