As you should know, I don't like long Authors Notes, so I'll make this as quick as possible. First of all, sorry this is so late, life got a little busy. Now, as you should all know we're getting more readers. After this chapter, there will be NO MORE additions. It's too difficult at this point. We're not far into the book right now so it's easy to have the new readers play catch up but after this it would just be too much. Anyway, I'm so glad to finally have this up and to get to this chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters and this is not a way for me to criticize the books. It's just how I believe the characters would react if they read JK Rowling's brilliant work.
In this chapter: The Gryffindor first years finally get to fly in their flying lesson with the Slytherins, and Harry discovers he's actually really good at it! McGonagall must think so too, because she added him to the Gryffindor team! Things go downhill when Malfoy challenges Harry to a wizard's duel. Hermione tries to talk him and Ron out of it, but ends up joining them just to see Malfoy had set them up. To get away from Filch, they go through a locked door to see a Three Headed Dog!
Chapter 9
"Minerva, what are you doing here?" Remus asked as she walked past him into the sitting room.
"Where's Sirius?" she asked looking around.
"Why are you here?" Remus asked. "Tell me first, Sirius might want to run off and... and..."
McGonagall huffed impatiently as she pulled out the books which were shrunken. "I do not have much time, I have to get back before they know I'm missing. Although I get the feeling Albus knew what I was doing when I left. Now, where-"
"McGonagall?" came Sirius' voice. Both Remus and McGonagall turned to see the man in the doorway. "What are you doing here? Is something wrong? Is Harry okay?"
"He's fine." she said as she began to resize the books. She picked up the identical copies of the smallest book and held them out for them to take. Neither of them moved. "Did you not hear me when I said I do not have all day!"
Still a bit slow, they each took the book she was holding out. "What's this about?" Remus asked as he opened the first page.
"Dolores Umbridge's idea." McGonagall said with a nasty tone to her voice. "I do not know where she found them, none of us have been able to figure it out. They're about Potter."
If their faces were any indication, they didn't understand.
"Somehow, Harry's life was documented and put into these books. No I don't know who did it, and I do not know how. And I certainly don't know how she got her hands on them. But she's had the entire school reading them, even the ghosts are talking about them. Of course they can't read it, I think they may be listening in on people's discussion groups, another idea of hers."
McGonagall began pacing. Remus was flipping through the pages and Sirius watched her, holding the book almost like it was something dirty.
"There's seven of them, as you can see. In my free time, I've been trying to figure the pattern of how the books are split. I'm beginning to believe it's by Potter's year, one book for each of his Hogwarts years. Seven years, seven books."
"But he's only in year five." Sirius pointed out.
"Yes, that's what I said. It makes one wonder about the finale two. I thought about getting a look, just seeing what was in them but," she stopped pacing and stared at the other books. "We're unable to read the other six books."
"Why not?" Remus asked.
"They're spelled shut." McGonagall said. "Umbridge's way of stopping everyone from reading ahead, and I bet she gets some sort of satisfaction in having that same hold over the teachers as well, especially Albus."
"You can't break it?" Remus asked.
"I think I could, only I'd have to have the original." McGonagall said. "She used a duplication spell, so whatever happens to the original-"
"Happens to the other books as well." Remus finished with an understanding.
"Precisely," McGonagall said. "The good news for that is that she is stopping herself from reading ahead as well. As of this morning we were able to read up to chapter 8. I reckon tomorrow we'll be able to read chapter 9 as well."
"So..." Remus said, now closing the book and passing it from one hand to the next. "So, you're giving it to us because..."
"Because if anyone should be this involved in Potter's life, it's you two." McGonagall said fiercely. "I... I suspect James would want you to know. And I think Albus has too much power over Potter's life. I don't suggest you fight or argue with him, but perhaps you two and I together could help him see reason."
She looked Sirius in the eye.
"Don't do anything rash. There are some very upsetting things in here." she said sternly. Glancing at the clock, she began to move towards the door again. "I have to go. Read it."
She was still pumped full of adrenaline by the time she took a seat in Hogsmeade. It wasn't until the next morning that she wondered if she acted too impulsively.
Boy Who Lived And You-Know-Who's Wands Connected? (8 March 1996)
By R. Almeidas
We all know how important a witch or wizard's wand is. It is, by all means, an extension of our very being. A very representation of who we are as a wizards and witches. A wand is one of the most important things we have when we begin our magical journey and it can reflect who we are on the inside. Well, as it turns out, Harry Potter (Boy Who Lived) may be more connected to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named than we all thought.
A classmate of Mr. Potter's, who wishes to stay anonymous, has informed us that Harry Potter has a wand made of Holly and Phoenix feather. What's so important about this? Well it turns said phoenix gave one more feather. And what wand was made with said feather? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
What does this mean? Well what do we really know about Harry Potter? What do we know about what happened that night that You-Know-Who was vanquished forever? Is it possible You-Know-Who could not kill Harry Potter because the latter was the former's equal?
Hermione slammed the paper down. "Who told?"
"Malfoy." Ron said immediately. The trio all looked over to the Slytherin table, where everyone was reading the paper but it wasn't like the other times an embarrassing article came out. Malfoy wasn't gloating, and his friends weren't laughing. None of them looked guilty, although they likely never would. Some of them looked amused and some did laugh but that was all.
"I'd like to say yeah," Harry started. "But he doesn't usually have any problem letting everyone know it's him. This person was anonymous."
"Then who?" Ron asked.
"It could be anyone." Hermione said. "Everyone's read the books, and because of the reading groups, we're all well past chapter five, where it was revealed."
"At least we know it won't happen again." Harry said. "Snape said he's getting the signatures today."
"Potter." Harry spun around to see McGonagall standing over him. And, to his great surprise, she looked guilty. "May I speak to you in private?"
"Er... yeah..." he glanced at his two friends. They looked just as stunned as him. As he followed his head of house to the staff room behind the head table, he glanced at the Slytherin table again. Malfoy looked at him for a second, and then turned away.
"It was you, wasn't it?" Pansy asked him.
"So what if it was," came Draco's mumbled answer. "You gonna run off and comfort Potter now?"
"Of course not." she spat. "And I'm sick of your attitude. It's making me want to hex you. But I'm not going to do that because you feel bad enough."
"I don't feel bad!" Draco sneered. Blaise, who was across from him, scoffed. "What?"
"'Course you feel bad. The kid's got enough problems, you didn't need to add to them but you did." Blaise said.
"I don't like him." Draco said.
"There are very few people at this table that do. I certainly don't, but I feel bad." Blaise said. "You don't have to like someone to pity him."
Draco looked at his two friends and scoffed. "Whatever, I'm not warming up to him. And I don't feel guilty."
"Right." Pansy said. "If you don't feel guilty, how come you didn't source yourself?"
Draco never gave her an answer.
Harry returned to the table a few minutes later, "Ready for History of Magic?"
"What did McGonagall want?" Ron asked.
"I'll tell you on the way." Harry said. They began to gather their things, and were soon on their way to their first class of the day.
"So?" Ron pushed. "What'd she want?"
"To apologize." Harry said. "Apparently last night she decided to give the books to Sirius and Lupin."
"What? Why?" Hermione asked.
Harry shrugged. "She just said she did it without thinking much of it. And that she should have asked me, being that they're about me."
"How do you feel?" Hermione asked. Harry shrugged.
"It's not that bad. Umbridge is reading them. Snape is reading them. It can't really get worse, can it?" Harry sighed. "But I don't want him to get super angry and... I don't know... try to-"
"Kill the Dursleys?" Ron suggested. "Hopefully Lupin could keep him from doing that."
"Remus if you don't move I will blast you so hard you'll forget where you are." Sirius said in a scarily calm voice. "Now move from the door so I can do James proud and kill those bastards!"
"I'm not saying that's not a bad idea, I'm just saying it's not a good idea for you to do anything." Remus said. "You'd do James proud by not getting yourself chucked back in Azkaban."
Sirius said nothing for a moment. He knew Remus was right, he usually was. And his impulsive behavior got him locked in Azkaban in the first place. Now Harry was counting on him to stay out of there. He felt awful enough about not being there for his god son while Harry was stuck with those fat load of dungs. In some roundabout way, he felt like getting rid of the Dursleys could make up for that. But he knew the truth was the best thing he could do for Harry was be there for him.
"Fine." He stomped to his chair, kicking the book that was on the floor away from him. "Fine then. I'll just sit here and do nothing, my specialty."
Remus let out a great sigh. Truthfully, he'd love to see those Muggles get blasted apart. A cupboard? A cupboard? Getting Sirius to not go after the Dursleys? He considered that a miracle, especially considering he had to stop himself from rolling up his sleeves and joining him.
Both men perked up at the sound of the door opening and closing for the second time in 24 hours. "That can't be McGonagall with another set of books, right?" Sirius asked.
"Afraid not." Came the voice of one Albus Dumbledore. Sirius' face screwed up to one of pure disgust and Remus felt a hot, fierce anger inside of him as well. "Minerva informed me this morning she delivered you the books. I imagine we have some things to discuss."
"I imagine we do!" Sirius said standing at once. Dumbledore did not react.
"How far have you gotten?" he asked.
Remus glanced at the book that had been kicked across the floor and at the book that was face down on the chair he'd been sitting in. "We're hardly into chapter two."
Dumbledore nodded.
"Dumbledore what the hell is Harry doing at that house?" Remus said, deciding he didn't care to beat around the bush or be polite. "Figg was there watching him, was she not? She saw how he was treated, right? So you had to know what was happening."
"Or did she not say anything?" Sirius yelled, his loud voice a stark contrast to Remus' carefully calm voice. "'Cause if that's the case, I got a few words for her too!"
"Arabella came to me a few times with concerns." Dumbledore explained. "Nothing was ever so pressing-"
"Like him living in a cupboard, you mean?" Remus interrupted.
"You can imagine the Dursleys didn't make that common knowledge." Dumbledore said. "The most Arabella knew was that he was not well liked there, and they didn't understand if anyone else felt differently."
Sirius swore loudly and looked about ready to throw something. "No one should have to live in a place where they are not liked! Don't you know what that can do to someone?"
Remus looked at Sirius, his friend who was currently trapped in his childhood home. A place he, as well, was not well liked when he was Harry's age.
Remus wanted to change the subject. "No one thought it was odd that Harry was walking around with clothes five sizes too large?"
"Did you?" Dumbledore asked.
Remus opened his mouth, then closed it. Actually he did always find it strange but he also thought that maybe Harry liked larger clothes. He never thought too hard about it. But he should have, and he suddenly felt like he failed James and Lily...
"There is absolutely no reason to place blame on yourself. You may, however, continue to blame me. I placed him there, and though I have my reasons, I do think it was wrong of me to not be more aware of his circumstance."
"Damn straight." Sirius muttered.
Dumbledore took one step forward. "Rest assured, I will be speaking to Vernon and Petunia about this."
Sirius looked up. "I want to be there."
Dumbledore shook his head and opened his mouth, but Sirius squared his shoulders and stood up straight.
"I'm going to be there."
Dumbledore and Sirius stared at each other for a long while, before Dumbledore gave a small smile. "Very well."
Sirius backed down, but said, "Glad you approve. Because I wasn't asking your permission."
"I do ask that you only talk to them." Dumbledore said. "I can't allow you to do anything more."
Sirius didn't respond and Remus wondered if he should make a case to go as well, but thought maybe this would be better for just them to go. He thought Sirius handled himself well, considering he nearly apparated to the Dursley's house and murdered them on the spot.
"I must be going." Dumbledore began walking towards the door. "But before I do, I should say this. I'm more than certain that this will not be the last time you are angry at me. I only ask that you wait until you get to the end and that you give me the benefit of the doubt."
"As long as you don't lock Harry in any cupboards." Remus said when Sirius just narrowed his eyes at him. "I think we'll be okay."
When Dumbledore got to his office, he saw the stack of letters on his desk that he had left. But there was a new one there that interested him. It was from Arabella Figg. He wondered what could be so important that she would send a letter. It couldn't be about Harry, could it? He opened it up to see rushed writing.
Sir,
I've just been round number four and the Dursleys are all suffering from what I'm sure are hexes and jinxes. I've no way of fixing them up of course and their muggle doctors will do no good. I don't know for sure but it seems they've come from unmarked letters. I thought I'd tell you because it could be dark wizards or the like.
Hope you're well,
Arabella Figg.
Hope you're well. He reread with a hint of amusement, but quickly put the letter down to make calls. He feared something like this would happen...
"Potter!" Harry heard and froze in his steps, swallowing a groan. "Weasley, and Granger."
All three of them turned to Snape. He looked as pleasant as always, so not at all.
"To my office, we have things to discuss." Snape said and turned on the spot without so much of a glance to check if they were following him.
They walked behind him, far enough to speak quietly. "We didn't even do anything." Ron said.
"It's probably about what we discussed last night." Hermione said.
"Well yeah but he said things. We have things to discuss." Ron said. "I just don't trust him."
They had signed the parchment in potions class that morning. They complained just enough that the Slytherins wouldn't hesitate, as they'd pick Snape's side over theirs any day. It worked, of course, they didn't even ask any questions. As they turned into the office, Snape rounded on them and Ron took a step back.
"I'll have everyone's signature by the end of the week. I've been told to tell you that." Snape said.
"Couldn't have just given us a nod in the corridor and go on our separate ways?" Ron asked. Harry narrowed his eyes.
"What else?" he asked.
Snape sneered. "That's sir to you, Potter. And I have also been informed that your relatives have received... unorthodox mail."
Harry saw his friends stiffen on either side of him. It must have been obvious to Snape too because his eyes shifted from Harry to both of them. He nodded slightly.
"Yes I thought as much." Snape muttered. Harry was still confused.
"What do you mean unorthodox mail?" Harry asked.
"Jinxed mail, meant to put the reader in great discomfort. Dumbledore had to contact the ministry about it, luckily those who he's talked to agree to keep it as quiet as possible." Snape said. "If it were up to me, you'd be in detention until May. Luckily for you, Dumbledore doesn't agree with me."
Harry glanced at his friends. "Is that all, then?"
"Currently." Snape said. "You may go."
Harry left without another word. Ron and Hermione were behind him and said nothing. When they got far enough away, he slowed is walk for them to catch up.
"You sent the Dursleys mail?" Harry asked.
"We can't send anything." Hermione said. "Umbridge checks our mail better than anyone else."
Harry stopped walking and his friends stopped as well and they all looked at each other. "So what then?"
Ron let out a small chuckle. "Y'know Harry, you're the only one who could bring all the houses together."
Hermione sighed. "It was Pansy Parkinson. She sent the letters. Umbridge doesn't care who she sends letters to. Ron and I... we just helped spell them..."
"With what?" Harry asked. "Who helped?"
"Oh tons!" Ron said, his excitement coming out. "Just about all the fifth year prefects, besides Malfoy. Fred and George heard about what we were doing and gave us some of their sweets to send. Ernie and I helped write a note saying the sweets were for all of Vernon's great work at the office. We used the book for reference too, so we made it sound all official and had the company name there too. And Padma and Hermione were the ones who actually put the spells in. Hermione managed to even put more than one hex in one letter. Remember the combination of your spell and George's last year on the express? She added that. Genius that was."
Hermione flushed.
"When did you even do all of this?" Harry asked.
"Last night. We were able to pretend we're just meeting as prefects to do some last minute task delegating. I think Pansy sent everything early this morning." Hermione said. "I didn't expect to ever do anything like this considering how awful it felt when it happened to me last year, but... well your aunt and uncle deserved it! I'm sorry Harry, but they can't keep going on treating you however they please!"
Harry was sorting out his feelings. He didn't really want his friends or his classmates to intervene in what happened at the Dursleys. It would just make things more miserable for him in the summer. Honestly he could handle it. But he was sort of touched that they felt the need. And the thought of the Dursleys dealing with hexes was amusing, he couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
"Alright." he said with a small smile. His friends beamed at him and looked about to say something, only they were interrupted. By a woman screaming.
"What the-" Ron jumped and all three of them took out their wands. Glancing at each other, they walked forward, towards the sound of many footsteps heading towards what might have been the entrance hall. When they got there, they saw the students had circled around something and pushed through and past many to get to the center. There in the center, was Professor Trelawney. She was standing in the middle of the entrance hall with her wand in one hand and an empty sherry bottle in the other, looking utterly mad.
It was nighttime, and Remus and Sirius hardly moved since they began reading again. Sirius joked that he was going to start taking notes of all the things he'd have to remember when he talked to the Dursleys. Although Remus wasn't always sure he was joking. Of course things got better as Harry went to the wizarding world and the closer they got to Hogwarts, the more Sirius' spirits began to rise. Until they got to the eighth chapter and read about Harry's first lesson with Snape.
"You're not going to go after him, are you?" Remus asked after Sirius finally stopped ranting.
"No, of course not." Sirius spat.
"Good." Remus said. "He'll come back here eventually, We can have at him then."
He was sick of being the responsible one and he was pissed that Snape would treat Harry this way as well. He wanted to hex that crooked teacher inside out!
"Oh I'm sure we'll both have quite a bit to say." Sirius said as he took a seat in the armchair he'd been reading in. "But we can't 'have at him'.
Stunned enough that Remus temporarily forgot his anger, he turned to Sirius. Sirius looked bitter, angry, and far more likely to teach Snape a lesson than not. But he also looked determined. "Why not?" Remus asked.
"Because." he began. "It would only make things worse for Harry."
Remus went over these words in his mind, and then slowly sat down as well. "Damn."
"I know." Sirius said. "But Dumbledore, he'll hear me. Because as long as I'm still breathing, Snape won't be back to teach next year."
Remus was more than a little frustrated with Dumbledore, but he was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt like he said he would just that morning. He was willing to hear the man out. It was the least he could do for not only allowing him to go to Hogwarts, but to work there as well. He hoped, at least, that he would be able to. Because Dumbledore said they'd be much angrier with him in the future, and Remus was admittedly already quite angry with Dumbledore. For allowing this type of classroom behavior to happen while he was in charge. And for dropping him at the Dursleys... and then not making sure he was okay.
Feeling emotionally exhausted, Remus yawned. "Want to go to bed then?"
Sirius shook his head. "We've got one more chapter we can read before the damn book is spelled to keep us from turning the page. Might as well finish it."
Remus sighed and hoped this chapter was better than the last one. "Well then you read this one, I've been reading all day and, quite frankly, my eyes hurt."
"Well that settles it then," Sirius growled out. "I blame Dumbledore for everything that happens in this year."
"Sirius," Remus said, tiredly. "We haven't read enough to place blame."
"Mind you I don't know everything," Sirius said as if Remus said nothing. Truthfully he hardly knew anything about Harry's first year. But... well he'd hardly had time to ask, with everything that's gone on. But damn, he should have made time. That's his godson.
He does know that from what he's heard, Harry's in some sort of danger every year. And if what he just read has something to do with the danger he's in for his first year, Dumbledore has a lot of explaining to do.
"I mean what does Dumbledore think he's doing? Keeping a three headed beast behind a door that can be unlocked by knowing a first year spell." Sirius started pacing. "We all know if Dumbledore doesn't want something found, it won't be. Hell this place is an example!"
Remus was frowning. Sirius was right, of course. Anyone, not just Harry, could go wandering in there. He was convinced the twins did, probably on their first night, if they were anything like James, Sirius, and admittedly himself were when they were young. As soon as Dumbledore said it was forbidden, they'd have a look.
Sirius suddenly blasted a spell onto the nearest thing, and Remus didn't get to see what it was but glass flew and littered the ground. Remus groaned. "Sirius why would you-"
And what he knew would happen next, did. The portrait of Sirius' mother started screaming and Remus and Sirius moved to close the curtain so she could shut the hell up. When they finally managed it, he looked at Sirius and put his arms up to ask why.
"Dumbledore said give him a chance right?" Sirius said breathlessly. "Wait 'till the end or whatever. Well I needed to direct my anger somewhere. Why not dear old mum."
He walked back into the sitting room.
"And it's a good stress reliever." he muttered.
Remus followed him. "Wanna talk about the good in the chapter? There was a lot more good than bad. Like Harry making the quidditch team..."
Sirius' face lit up instantly, and it was so rare to see him like this these days, Remus couldn't help but smile.
"Harry, the youngest seeker in a century! Bloody hell he never told me that!" Sirius grinned and pushing away thoughts that would keep him up in the night, like how he should have known that. And he and Harry really did not talk enough. "I knew he was good, but a catch like that on his first time on a real broom? He's a natural! Well mostly, I reckon I have influence with that broom I bought him all those years ago."
Remus snorted but was grinning so hard his cheeks hurt. It was like he was looking at a twenty year younger Sirius. The Sirius that was still full of life, cockily inserting himself into any good thing that happens. "Right. The broom, that hardly goes up two feet, mind you, trained him to be the youngest seeker ever."
"Start 'em young!" Sirius was basically bouncing. "I wonder how good he is! Obviously he's quite good, but what's his average on snitch catches? We've definitely got to talk about this and I'll rip him a new one for not mentioning this before. Blimey I thought he joined in his second or third year. What's his team, I wonder? Is he interested in playing professionally? I bet my Godson could get any girl he pleases. Famous and the youngest seeker in a century!"
"Take a breath, would you?" Remus laughed. "James would have milked that for all it was worth if it were him. Speaking of James, imagine his reaction!"
"Yeah! McGonagall said he'd be proud," Sirius let out a great laugh. "Proud, sure. That's one word for it. He'd be unbearable! Insufferable! He'd put it in the prophet, and would make sure it was front page for at least a week! He'd ruin Wood's whole 'keep it a secret' thing, which is fine because it's damn near impossible to keep a secret in Hogwarts. James would be telling anyone who asked- anyone who didn't ask too. Muggles would know! He'd be yelling it from rooftops!"
"You'd be right there with him too." Remus said knowingly.
"Bet your arse! And so would you!" Sirius said. "You'd make sure it were in history books, actually put that on our to do list."
Remus smirked. "It'd find a way into every conversation. Hey, do you know what the weather's like? Perfect for flying! And speaking of-"
Sirius roared with laughter and Remus joined him. It was so nice to just let loose for a while. It's not often that they get to do it in the current climate of the wizarding world.
"I was going to complain about the flying teacher, what's her name? Hooch? She's new. Anyway, I don't know what the hell she's good for. Didn't do anything at all for Neville, I mean stop his momentum, cushion the fall, something! That's why she's bloody there, otherwise they can just teach themselves. It was just his wrist but it could have been his neck. And then she just leaves them all there unsupervised?"
Sirius took a deep breath and then grinned.
"But she's the reason Harry got on the team, so I guess it's okay." Sirius said.
"Should still say something to Dumbledore." Remus muttered. "It was very irresponsible."
"Oh sure I'll have loads to say to Dumbledore." Sirius said and then changed the conversation in a way that told Remus he was trying to keep his good mood. "Can you believe all of this started over a remembrall? Bloody hell, I hate those useless little shits. Why did that Malfoy tosser want one so bad? Blimey I think his parents can get him one if it's that important to him."
"Don't call him a tosser, Sirius, he's a child." Remus said with a smile. Sirius shrugged, unperturbed.
"Is it impossible for a Potter to not make an arch enemy before they even get to school?" Sirius asked. "After reading what I have so far, I do think Harry's got a touch more Lily than James, but every once and awhile he sneaks in there."
Remus leaned back into his seat with a relaxed smile. "I think he was the perfect combination in this chapter. I saw Lily in him when he was defending Neville, and I saw James when he shot off after him."
"Yes, that was a very James move." Sirius said, his grin not moving. "Also like him to plan a midnight duel when he only knows about four spells in total."
"Actually, I was going to mention that I think he's found himself a Sirius in Ron." Remus chuckled.
"What? Me? You think I would have talked James up for a duel? Never!" Sirius shook his head. "Malfoy though, what a little sneak! Setting them up like that!"
"Right, no honor, that one." Remus said. "And a coward at that. But I suppose it was smart... Don't give me that look!"
Sirius had given him the 'your marauder's card is about to be revoked' look.
"I still don't agree with it, of course, I'm just saying it wasn't a bad move." Remus frowned. "I'd still go."
Sirius rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Hermione, though, good of her to find a way to get that stick from her bum as we see she has by now."
"That's most definitely the influence of Harry and Ron." Remus said. "But I agree, she seems like a right pain in these early chapters. It's almost hard to believe she becomes friends with them."
Sirius' smile had left his face, though he still looked a lot more happy than he had in a long time. "She sort of reminded me of..."
"Snape?" Remus supplied. "Yeah I got that."
"Not a fan of those who stick their nose in other people's business. I mean, what does she care if they get into trouble? It shouldn't affect her at all unless she decides it does." Sirius said. "But I'll keep in mind that she gets much better."
"Yes, she was quite annoying." Remus muttered. "Expecting them to back her up on making sure they get in trouble and she doesn't. Why the hell would they do that?"
Sirius shrugged. "Don't know. And making sure to say 'I told you so' as if they couldn't already see what happened."
Remus shook his head, amused.
"Also, remind me to ask Ron if he's managed to find a way to handle Peeves at this point." Sirius said.
"He might have," Remus said. "Could be in one of these books."
They both stared at the identical piles of books on the table. They weren't exactly happy about their existence, they could imagine how uncomfortable Harry was with them. But they were also grateful for them. They missed so much, and now they were learning about someone they both loved.
"Well, it's late." Remus stretched. "I reckon we should get to bed."
Sirius nodded. "Maybe chapter ten will be openable tomorrow."
So I think you guys should know where we are in OOTP. If not, it'll be more clear next chapter. Time does not stand still here, everything is still moving. I think it adds more to the story and makes it more realistic. Makes it harder for me, of course, but it's worth it.
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