Day 11

Snape was just returning from a potion when the book began to glow, he ignored it, as good as the story was, he was not a prying man, he did not want to continue reading the adventures of the hero with his name. He had thought it over and decided that reading the story was an intrusion of privacy. When the book stopped he practiced his self-discipline and refused to go over to it, he even left the room all together.

Day 11

Sir Severes was nearly at the top of the pass when a club came out from around the bend and struck him hard. He flew back but had the sense to draw his sword, with his other hand as his sword arm felt broken or worse.

"I am Goliath!" A giant man stepped out to reveal himself. The giant man was over two people tall and his club was nearly as tall as its owner. Severes dove at him and began the battle. It took longer then he thought, the giant was strong and more than had the advantage, at one point the giant had a hold of his entire head and began to drag him back to his cave but Severes managed to slip out of the hold not once but twice, the giant stomped on him, probably breaking bones, and Severes stabbed him in the foot.

When he finally had an advantage of his own, the Giant fumbled his club and dropped it, he took it and struck the man across the head, he fell to the ground with a loud crash.

The child had hidden behind him during the entire attack, helping by throwing stones at the giant who called himself Goliath.

"Onward little mouse," he said pointing the way.

When Sir Severes finally managed to get to the top of the pass, it had taken all night and most of the day, he saw the great lake beyond and was he was overjoyed. Getting it back where it belonged though, that was another feat. He gulped greedily and then got back to work, since no one was around to witness it, he summoned his dragon and asked her to break the pass with her talons and fire. They got out of the way and watched her work, loyal and true she worked diligently all morning until the barrier collapsed and the water poured out like a waterfall.

He bid goodbye to the little mouse and rode the dragon as far as he could go with her safely, from there it was only a few hours walk to the capital city.

The city was alive with lights and music, the Queen had born a son, funny, he thought, he hadn't noticed she was pregnant, but he kept the thought to himself and returned to the castle to speak with the king.

When the king heard about the ridge he was fascinated, for once, he thanked Severes profusely for fixing the problem once more. This was strange to the knight who knew the king well enough to know, that this wasn't right. His wounds were tended to and he was asked to join them before dinner.

Since it was only lunchtime he slept until Dinner time and went to the summons, where the king promptly dropped a bundled baby into his arms.

"Since you have proven yourself so trustworthy and well, you may care for the child." The woman that gave him the child was, he recognized, the king's sister, her mouth and nose were covered by a handkerchief as though the baby contained some viral decease, everyone else acted normal however, the king slapped him on the back, shooing him into the hall.

"I am hardly a suitable-" the door was slammed into his face, no arguments it seemed to say, he was doing this. He looked down at the child, the boy, only a few hours old and already plopped onto the servants.

Harry

Harry was allowed back inside in the morning, to cook breakfast. Aunt Marge was, well her usual self and aparently Dudley was gifted with one of her dogs, 'now there is a true mut' thought harry angrily.

She did not have any memory of the night he had blown her up, which was really a pity as she had regained that behavior he had hoped to rid her of. He didn't see much of the dog that day, he was too busy chasing down the mother-dog who Dudley let escape out the backyard for no reason then to watch Harry run after the thing.

He sat down at lunch, his blood sugar must have been low or something because he was too tired to get back up, and he'd slept all night, albeit in the backyard on the three chairs set up together like a bed, actually more comfortable than most would give credit. He pulled out his journal and began writing.

"Hungry?" Asked Natalie, he looked up, startled. She held out a sandwich which he took greedily and gulped down quickly. "Looking for the dog?"

"Yup, how'd you know?" He asked taking the second sandwich offered, this time he noticed it was a heavily meated sandwich, with a lot of cold cuts used with mustard and ranch dressing and even some cheese in the second bite. He had heard the phrase 'like a cool glass of water' this sandwich, it was his cool glass of water.

"Heard the shouting," she answered sitting beside him, "don't worry it's taken care of."

"Oh I worry," he said jokingly. "How's your boyfriend?" He said conversationally

"Pretty good, hows your arm?" She asked, adding to the pleasantries.

"Same" He commented poking it, that no one had even commented ment, well he wasn't sure, he wasn't in trouble for leaving? It was obvious that he had to have left to get the cast, or perhaps they thought that he had somehow magicked it on... They departed each other soon after, Natalie had to tend to her sister who fell on the playground and Harry had to get home.

Harry came back into the house to see, the dog had already returned. No one payed him any attention so he went straight up to his room and went to bed. He did not get to lay down very long, the door opened and something was tossed onto the bed on top of him.

"We're going out, take care of that, ensure its happy or something." Dudley said before closing the door and bolting it shut. Harry rolled over and looked down at the little puppy, shaking and scared from being thrown.

The pup was only a few weeks old and very mute, the runt she called him. Harry immediately saw something was wrong with the pup, it was weak and sickly looking, he had seen puppies before and this, was not a healthy dog. He sent Hedwig out to Hagrid's with a note telling him of the puppies illness and asking for advice, also telling him that the mother kept running away and he wasn't allowed to touch her in any way with hands or otherwise.

"Go Hedwig, fly fast!" He said, feeling somehow this was urgent.

Harry spent all night taking care of the puppy, banging on the door to be let out, which he stopped as no one was home and it was only frightening the puppy, he tried to signal Natalie but his window did not face her's and so the chances of her possibly seeing him were small.

He'd about given up when a small voice sounded from his window.
"Blimey Harry, how do you manage to climb these trees so deftly?"
"Natalie?" He asked.
"I believe so, saw your messaging, you know, your horrible at code." She said getting comfortable.
"I need you to break in, its this puppy, he's dying and I'm locked in this room, please come and help me." He said coming to the window, he saw her jump down and try to back door, locked, she tried the front door, locked again, he heard a smash and cringed. There were stomps and a few doors opening and then, she opened his door, the bolt making a loud 'slinket' as she slid it back.

"There have got to be ten locks on your door, why?"

"Don't ask," he showed her the puppy, together they gave it milk and tried to give it back to the mother but the mother wanted nothing to do with the baby. She even snapped at them when they forced the issue.

"Nasty thing isn't she?" Natalie asked. He nodded, given that course of action up, they tried to give the baby milk from the fridge. They warmed it and tried everything else they could think of, the puppy wouldn't touch it. He died moments after midnight sounded, they both cried like babies, they'd tried everything they knew.

The Dursleys were gone until early in the morning when they came in like a circus of clowns, making enough rackets that the neighborhood as a whole heard them without doubt. This was actually a good thing as it gave Natalie time to depart through the same window she had entered through, he was already bolted back into his room, the puppy with him wrapped up in an old pillowcase.

Despite his banging they did not open the door until the next morning.