Harry Black: The Argonauts and the Stone

by vanillasunrise

Harry Potter became Harry Black at 2-years-old. He lives with Sirius and Remus, and a castle full of other people. Lily and James are still alive, and have other children. How will Harry face the challenges of his childhood and first year?

10. Chapter 9:Quidditch, Recon, & Desires

Summary: Harry Potter was raised by Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and a castle full of other witches and wizards, his birth parents Lily and James are still alive raising their other children while in hiding. Follow Harry Black and friends throughout their childhood and first year at Hogwarts! (This will not be an evil Lily and James story. Nor will Henry be evil. They made a mistake and some people were too fast to act.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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Quidditch, Desires, & Recon

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Harry woke the next morning in the Hospital Wing, his head was resting on his Dad's shoulder, and he was wrapped securely in his Dad's arms. 'Guess I'm not going anywhere…'

He looked over to Vie's bed to see her Grandpapa asleep in the chair next to her. He watched her for a few minutes before she stirred and blearily opened her eyes. She seemed confused by her surroundings then turned her head, emerald and olive eyes locked.

"What the hell happened?" Vie asked.

"You were knocked unconscious about thirty seconds after walking into the bathroom; I've got to say Vie, that's a new record. Even for you."

Vie glared, "Me being knocked unconscious wouldn't have had anything to do with you trying to STUN the mountain troll? Would it?"

"Oh no, you tripped and hit your head." Harry told her with a straight face.

"Mhm." Vie muttered unconvincingly before sinking against her pillows.

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You would think after saving the stupid git's life, he would be grateful, but Ron Weasley was anything but. He often made comments attempting to get a rise out of Harry, Vie, Draco, and Tracey. And now, he was following them.

With November came the Quidditch season. Harry was training with the team so often that doing any investigation with the Argonauts had been difficult. In fact, he hadn't the time to ask anyone any questions or research anything. The first match was Saturday, Gryffindor versus Slytherin.

When people had found out he would be playing seeker, many said he would be brilliant. Many said they would be running around beneath him, holding a mattress, the people who said that often got unpleasant hexes and jinxes from Vie, Draco, Cedric, or Neville. Lucius had gotten a particularly nasty hex from Neville, which had earned Neville his first detention with Professor Snape, given that he had seen it happen and refused to show favoritism to the Gryffindor house, even if the student happened to be his honorary nephew.

Harry, Vie, Hermione, and Neville were sitting in the common room by the fire. Hermione was working on her homework. Vie and Neville were playing Wizards chess, tying at the moment. Harry was reading a Defense book he had borrowed from his Pa. The Portrait door flew open and Ron and Henry came running into the room. They plopped down on two chairs reasonably far away from the four, but were still close enough to be overheard.

"Did you see Snape's leg?" They heard Henry whisper.

"Yeah! It was all bloody! It looked like he got bit by something!" Ron whispered back.

Harry froze, 'Sev had been bit by something?'

"You know what this means don't you?" Henry asked.

'Bloody git doesn't know what sunlight means.' Harry thought.

"No." Ron whispered back.

'Ha!'

"It means Snape went near that three-headed dog! He must be after what it's guarding!" Henry said.

Ron gasped, "I bet he was the one who let the troll in!"

Harry beat his head against the back of his chair and inwardly groaned. 'Wonderful, now not only do WE have to figure out what Fluffy's guarding, we have to make sure those idiots don't try to find out and get themselves killed.'

Vie arched her back on the floor and pulled herself up, "Right, well I'm going to the Library, anyone want to come?" Neville and Harry recognized her tone. It wasn't a question.

"Yep!" The two boys said.

Hermione nodded and put her homework in her bag, "I'll just run this up to our dorm."

Vie nodded before getting close to Neville and Harry, "We're going to see Sev." Vie scribbled in her journal and tapped it to alert the others they had a message.

The boys nodded in response.

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"Wait, where are we going? The Library is this way." Hermione said pointing in the other direction.

"We know, Mione, just trust us, okay?" Vie said.

"Alright…" Hermione responded hesitantly.

"Don't worry, you won't be in any danger…" Harry started.

"Don't promise that, Harry." Neville cut him off.

"What? Why?" Harry asked.

"Because he may be in one of his foul moods. And in that case, we may indeed be in danger." Neville answered.

"Ah." Harry wasn't afraid of his godfather, no matter what mood he was in.

"Who may be in one of his foul moods?" Hermione inquired nervously.

"Er…Professor Snape…" Vie responded cautiously.

"Vie? Nev?" Came a girlish voice.

"Harry? Mione?" Came another young voice, though this one was male.

"You said it was urgent?" A slightly older male voice, all three voices overlapped.

The foursome turned to see Draco, Tracey, and Cedric.

"We're going to talk to Sev, where's Roger?" Harry said in a business-like tone.

Hurried footsteps and a shout of, "Right here!" alerted the seven of Roger's presence.

"We overheard Henry and Ron in the common room, apparently Sev got bit by Fluffy." Vie informed them before the eight made their way down the staircase.

"He what?!" Rang four exclamations in unison.

"Exactly. That's why we're going to talk to him." Neville stated.

The eight walked down to Sev's chambers, Harry said the password ('Salazar's Serpents.) The door swung open to reveal a comfortable earth-toned room. The great arm-chairs were a warm brown, the walls a deep green with paneled rich brown wood, it was surprisingly homey. Pictures of Draco, Narcissa, Sev, and Cassie lined the walls. Among the pictures were photos of Remus, Sirius, and Harry, and Albus and Minerva. On the mantle of the fireplace was a large photo with a cherry wood frame of the Argonaut family.

"Sev?" Harry called out cautiously.

A door opened and Severus came walking out, looking worried, "Is something wrong?"

"Yes, but not with us." Tracey said cryptically.

Severus raised an eyebrow.

Harry did a quick wandless spell that pulled up his trouser leg and revealed nasty gashes, "Your leg. What happened?"

"It is none of your business, and you'd do best not to go looking into this matter." Severus stated coldly.

"Was it Fluffy?" Cedric asked kindly, not intimidated by Severus' dangerous tone.

"You know about Fluffy, do you?" Severus returned.

"If we didn't before, we do now." Roger teased.

Severus rolled his obsidian eyes, "Insolent boy," he muttered fondly.

Roger smiled brightly.

Severus scanned the eight faces—and paused, "Ms. Granger." He greeted politely with a nod.

"Hello, Professor Snape." Hermione responded respectfully.

"What is it you wanted to know about Fluffy?" Severus asked boldly, not bothering to dance around the subject like most adults would.

"Just what he's guarding and why it was in a high security vault." Harry said truthfully.

Vie looked at him crossly, "I thought you said we weren't supposed to ask obvious questions?"

"I changed tactics." Harry said with a lopsided grin to which Vie couldn't help but respond with a smile.

"You're a prat." Vie retorted.

"But I'm a loveable prat, right?" Harry teased back.

"Maybe, maybe not." Vie said turning her back childishly to him.

"Ahem." Severus cleared his throat, "Not that this school ground flirting isn't just enthralling, but I am rather busy, you know?"

"Doing what?" Cedric blurted out before adding a 'sir' for good measure.

"I have to brew a few potions for Poppy and one for Remus." Severus said emphasizing one as if the Argonauts (minus Hermione) didn't already know what that meant.

"I'll help!" Vie volunteered.

"I did not say I wanted help." Severus said with raised eyebrow.

Vie looked at him indignantly, "And I didn't say I wanted to go nine months brewing potions I mastered at the age of six, but sometimes we don't always get what we want."

Severus smiled at the aspiring Potions Mistress, "Fine, brat, you may help."

"And they'll be flawless, as usual." Vie said arrogantly.

Harry rolled his eyes; the girl had an ego the size of Australia when it came to Potions.

"So, Dad, are you going to tell us or not?" Draco said nudging his father.

"No, I am not. It is none of your business what the beast is guarding."

"Fine, any ideas on who's trying to steal it?" Harry asked.

Severus raised his eyebrow, "Yes, but that is a conversation we will have later with Albus and your mutts."

Harry nodded, knowing not to push the subject, "Fine, but you're letting Tracey heal that." Harry gestured to the gash.

"I was hoping that she would." Severus admitted in resignation.

Tracey smiled, "Sit down." She ordered. Severus complied.

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Harry was staring at the breakfast placed in front of him by Cedric.

"Harry, everything will be fine, I remember my first game as a seeker…" Cedric began.

"You mean the one were a bludger broke two of your ribs and bruised your lung? THAT FIRST GAME?!!" Harry shouted hysterically. Many people were staring at him, and because he was the son of the tactless Sirius Black he yelled, glaring, "WHAT? Get back to your breakfast!"

"Harry, calm down…" Cedric started before getting cut off again.

"CALM DOWN?!" Harry yelled incredulously.

Vie sighed, "I didn't want to have to do this, Harry." She said before Harry felt an unnatural calm spread through his body.

"Vie, stop it." Harry tried to growl.

"Agrippa, I hate that power. I hate not being able to feel what I want." Neville grumbled quietly. Cedric, Hermione, and Harry nodded fervently. Vie glared, but let the calming effect she was creating drop.

"You've got to eat some breakfast." Hermione said.

"I don't want anything."

"Just a bit of toast." Hermione wheedled.

"Aye, Harry, you'll be needin' your strength. Seekers always are the ones that get clobbered by the other team." Said an eyebrow-less Seamus. He was eyebrow-less because he attempted to turn water to rum, but it didn't work and it exploded, singeing off his eyebrows.

"Thanks, Seamus." Harry said sarcastically.

Harry got along well with Seamus and Dean. Actually, he got a long well with all his dorm mates, except for Ron. 'The ginger-haired, ill-mannered git.' Harry thought glancing at the boy who was stuffing his face grotesquely. Neville and Ron tolerated each other, and even made pleasant small talk, but then again, no one in the Gryffindor House disliked Neville. Tracey and Vie said it was because he was like a 'teddy bear'.

Vie got along well with Lavender and Parvati, though she complained about their overly-girlish attitudes. Hermione was tolerated by Lavender and Parvati, but they weren't keen on the brainy girl. Mione didn't exactly jump for joy when they were around either. Vie and Mione were close, however Mione and Harry were closer while Vie, when she wasn't with the Argonauts, spent her time with Fred and George.

Tracey had become good friends with Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott. Draco didn't spend much time with any of the Ravenclaw's save for Roger. He hung out with Tracey, Blaise, Pansy, and Daphne, mostly.

"Come on, Harry, just a bit of toast." Dean persuaded, Harry obliged taking a ripping bite out of the toast, "That's a good boy." Dean praised.

Harry playfully chided, "I'm not a puppy, Dean."

Vie, Cedric, and Neville broke out into laughter, followed by Hermione. Harry, having realized his error and that he could technically be considered a puppy or a dog, smiled at the irony.

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"Mount your brooms please." Said the hawk-like Madam Hooch who was refereeing the game.

Harry nervously climbed onto his Nimbus. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the 'Black for President' flashing with a roaring lion and smiled. Dean, Seamus, Lavender, Parvati, and Hermione had made it. Dean had drawn the lion, Seamus and Parvati had done the letters, Lavender had created the border, and Hermione had charmed it so it flashed red and gold.

Cedric, Roger, Draco, Tracey, Vie, Neville, and surprisingly, Luna all sat in the Gryffindor stands. His Dad, Pa, Grandpa, Godfather, Uncle Nick, Aunt Cissa and Cassie, and Uncle Frank were all in the Teachers stand. Uncle Frank had said that Aunt Ally had wanted to be there, but was stuck at home with a nasty cold. Aunt Celia and Uncle Amos had stayed home with her.

Sixteen brooms rose high, high into the air, Madam Hooch blew her whistle, and the game began.

"The Quaffle is immediately taken by Angelina Johnson, Chaser for Gryffindor; she's rather good…and attractive, too." Lee Jordan commentated.

"JORDAN!" Professor McGonagall admonished.

"Sorry, Professor."

Lee continued to commentate, at one point calling attention to the snitch. Harry and Terrence Higgs, the Slytherin Seeker, sped off chasing after the winged golden ball. Harry was faster—he leant forward finger tips close—

WHAM!

Marcus Flint had purposefully blocked Harry and nearly sent Harry flying off his broom. Harry was holding on to his broom for dear life as the Gryffindors roared behind them.

Clear shouts of, "DIRTY CHEAT!" From his Dad, and "YOU FOUL GIT!" chorused by Neville, Cedric, and Vie, and "RED CARD!" from the football obsessed Dean.

Harry swung his leg back over his broom in time to hear Lee say, "So after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating--"

"Jordan!" Minerva admonished half-heartedly.

"I mean, after that open and revolting foul--"

"I'm warning you…" Minerva growled.

"All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I'm sure, a penalty is awarded to Gryffindor taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession.

The game continued, Harry dodged another bludger when his broom suddenly lurched dangerously. Harry gripped tightly and prayed it was a fluke. But then, it happened again. Then the broom veered completely out of control, bucking dangerously and zigzagging through the air.

It seemed no one noticed. 'Bet they'll notice when I fall to my death.' Harry thought, 'Cheerful thought, Harry.' He admonished himself.

After a few moments, it appeared people began to notice. Though this was little help as his broom had started to roll as well. It gave a particularly violent lurch and Harry slipped; now only holding on by a hand. 'All right, option one: Die. Option two: Transform and hope everyone thinks that Grams did some very impressive human transfiguration.'

Harry was opting for option two, but was giving the Argonauts a chance to absolve the situation before possibly exposing them all and giving Scrimgeour grounds for killing them.

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"We need to do something." Roger said urgently.

"What can we do?" Cedric asked his brainy friend.

"Find out what or who is causing the broom to act that way." Draco answered.

"A jinx." Roger concluded, "A powerful one to override the safety charms on the Nimbus."

"Right, any ideas on who would cast the jinx?" Tracey asked hurriedly.

"Quirrell." Vie whispered having conjured binoculars, staring at the Professors stand.

"Quirrell?" Draco asked in surprise.

Luna nodded, using the binoculars Vie had conjured, "He's the only one muttering under his breath other than Sev."

"Vie, 'little torture tactic.'" Neville ordered.

Vie sighed and looked hesitant before smiling and looking conspiratorially towards her comrades. She stared at Quirrell for a few seconds before his cloak began smoking, slightly on fire causing him to fall, screaming. Vie grinned, "I think maybe I should let it go for a few minutes, you know a weenie roast…what do you think?"

The Argonauts snorted and rolled their eyes at her antics.

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A few moments prior, Henry had snatched Hagrid's binoculars searching through the crowd, when he rested upon Professor Snape who was staring intently upon Harry, muttering under his breath, "Bugger."

"What?" Ron asked, Hermione was standing closest to them and turned to look at the boy, as well. Ron had apologized to Hermione and Hermione had occasionally helped the two with their homework.

"Snape, he's jinxing Harry's broom!"

Hermione pulled the binoculars from him and gasped.

"What should we do?!"

Before they could do anything, Quirrell fell to the ground rolling, surrounded by smoke, and screaming. He knocked over Snape while attempting to smother the flames. Hermione looked at Vie who was smiling wickedly, 'That girl can be really scary sometimes…'

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Harry had caught the Snitch, okay more like nearly swallowed, soon after his broom had stopped trying to make him give a sudden dismount mid-air. He was walking towards Hagrid's Hut with Hermione, Neville, Draco, Tracey, Cedric, and Roger. Uncle Nick was none to pleased that 'Genevieve' had set a teacher on fire so she was getting a thorough talking to. Vie joked about it being 'habit forming'.

Harry glanced behind him; sure enough Henry and the Red-Haired Weasel were following them. Harry groaned an elbowed Ced gesturing behind them.

"Bloody Hell, Harry, I think you've got yourself some stalkers." Cedric commented.

"I think maybe we should teach them a lesson…" Tracey suggested.

Harry grinned, "As much as I would like to, if we do it now they'll know it was us."

"Now? Is Harry scheming a way to get back at the Weasel?" Draco whispered to his friend.

"Why, yes Draco, I do believe I am."

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The trip to Hagrid's had certainly aided in their investigation. In all fairness, it had been rude of them to use Hagrid's tendency to slip with important information to their advantage, but no one ever said an investigating Argonaut was fair. And now they knew what ever Fluffy was guarding had something to do with Nicolas Flamel, but misfortunately, Henry and Ron were there, so now, the knew too…

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The next morning, Harry sat at breakfast the end of the Hufflepuff table with Roger, Cedric, Neville, Hermione, Vie, Draco, and Tracey. They had stopped receiving the bewildered stares of the other students for sitting at the different House tables. It was uncommon for people to do so, but after the third consecutive month, people had adapted.

"So, what're we planning to do to the Wea—to Weasley." Vie corrected her self, remembering that Hermione didn't approve oft that nickname.

"Something simple, yet hilarious for us and incredibly embarrassing for him." Draco said maniacally.

"Set him on fire?" Vie suggested to which Hermione gasped and Roger slapped the back of her head—hard. Vie rubbed her head, "Bloody Hell, you'd think I was being serious.

Harry grinned, "I've got it!"

"What's the plan?" Tracey inquired excitedly.

"It involves Ron, his face, a pillow, and a powerful sticking charm." Harry replied.

They all beamed exuberantly, with the exception of Hermione, who appeared a little less than pleased at the idea.

Neville noticed, "Mione, you don't like the prat do you?"

"Well, he has been nice ever since you saved him from the troll…"

"No, Hermione, he's been nice to you and Neville to try to get help on his homework and information on the Argonauts. He's been his normal jackass self to us." Draco explained, "Anyway, the git deserves it. He's stalking us."

"Henry should get pranked, too, in that case." Cedric added, taking a break in his eating, apparently his Wizarding etiquette classes with Cissa had paid off given that he wouldn't speak until he had finished chewing and swallowed.

"Merlin, Ced, how the hell can you eat that much?" Roger questioned staring at the disappearing mound of food on his best friend's plate.

"What do you mean? I'm a growing boy, and growing boys need their food."

"Yeah, a growing boy needs his food, but with the way you're eating you're going to be behind on physical training by months." Tracey pointed out.

"Oh, I wanted to talk to you about that. There's a room here that changes into exactly what is needed, the Room of Requirement. My Dad told me about it, what do you say that we get in some training there tonight?" Harry asked.

"Yep, sounds good." Neville answered.

"Mhm." Vie and Draco chorused.

Tracey nodded, "I need a good workout."

Roger and Cedric nodded in unison.

"Can I come?" Hermione asked, "I'd really like to see you all train."

Roger beamed at the girl, "Course Mione, we'll even teach you some moves, if you'd like."

As she was about to reply, a snowy owl known as Hedwig swooped in, dropping a letter to her owner.

Harry-

Your father, dad, godfather, and I are waiting in my office; we wish to speak with you. We'll send for the other Argonauts in a few. Please come alone.

Love, Grandpa.

"I've got to go." Harry announced standing up, "Alone, you'll know why in a couple minutes."

Harry quickly walked to the Headmaster's office, silently pondering what he was being called there for. He went through everything bad he had done that week and the week before, but thankfully nothing he did could be traced back to him. At least he hoped so.

He reached the gargoyle, "Ice mice."

The gargoyle sprang to life and granted Harry entrance to the stone, revolving staircase. He climbed the stairs and waited patiently for them to stop before knocking on the heavy oak door to his Grandpa's office.

"Come in, Harry!" Albus called.

Harry stepped into his Grandpa's office, which never ceased to amaze him. There were so many beautiful, valuable objects. Fawkes was perched in the corner and cooed a greeting to Harry who replied with a smile.

"Hey Grandpa! Hey Dad, Pa, Sev!" Harry said helping himself to a Lemon Drop and conjuring himself a comfy chair.

Albus smiled brightly and conjured himself an over-stuffed arm chair.

"Dear Merlin, my son is turning into Albus Dumbledore!" Sirius teased shouting, "Someone get help! Quick, call a healer! CALL GILDEROY LOCKHART!"

Harry, Albus, Severus, and Remus laughed heartily.

"And just what, my dear boy, would be so horrible of your son turning into me?"

"The beards cute on you, Albus, however it would not be on an eleven year old." Sirius quipped.

"If you ever call Lockhart, I'll get Padfoot fixed, Dad." Harry stated.

The three men laughed while Sirius appeared hurt, "My own son, how could you even joke about doing that to me?! Don't you ever want little sisters and brothers!"

Harry shot his father a cheeky grin, "You'd have to date the woman more than a night."

"Not necessarily." Severus cut in, "And if I remember right, you're fathers girlfriends have had a few scares…"

"NO NEED TO TELL MY BABY ABOUT THIS!" Sirius yelled.

Harry chuckled, "Right, what is it we needed to talk about?"

"How about the fact you've only been at Hogwarts three months and have had two near-death experiences." Remus replied curtly.

"No I haven't!"

"So going after a mountain troll and nearly getting thrown off your broom mid-air aren't near-death experiences?" Remus asked.

"No, even if I did get bucked of my broom, I could have changed into my Phoenix form and flew to safety, and I didn't come close to dying with the troll, it was a concussion. I've had worse injuries walking into the kitchen at home."

"Yes, but only when your mutt of a father is trying to cook." Severus said softly.

"Hey! Could we lay off the insults for a time, please?" Sirius responded.

"Sorry, Padfoot, but no." Remus teased.

Sirius glared at his old friend then returned his attention back to Harry, "We know who's behind it…"

"Quirrell. Yeah, we all know, Vie and Luna saw him muttering the jinx." Harry said, "I've been trying to get a read on him but he's got some shields up that are preventing me. Every time I try all I get is an uneasy feeling and a headache."

"Uneasy feeling?" Severus inquired.

"Yeah, like there's something wrong. And there is, it's something about his aura that's giving me a bad feeling, but I don't know why because of his shields." Harry explained.

"What kind of shields are they, Harry?" Albus asked interestedly.

"A magical signature smothering shield, strong Occlumency shields, not even you could break the barrier, Grandpa, and one that prevents me from feeling his emotions. Any of them." Harry replied.

"Are they powerful?" The Headmaster questioned.

"Extremely, far beyond what Quirrell should be capable of."

"You have to fire him, Albus, he could be trying to assassinate Harry for Voldemort." Sirius said panicked.

Albus was about to reply when Harry answered for him, "Improbable, one, Quirrell's not old enough to be a death eater and two, Voldemort wouldn't let some one else kill me, no if I'm going to be murdered, he wants to be the one to do it."

"Very wise, Harry, that was almost exactly what I was going to say, and that I cannot fire him without proof of his wrong-doings."

"So we're just going to allow Quirrell to attempt to murder Harry?!" Severus said dangerously glaring at the boy in question and the Headmaster.

"Hardly, Severus," Albus responded, "we are going to assemble the Argonauts and we're all going to watch him very, very closely."

"Assemble school children and watch him. That's it?! THAT IS YOUR MASTER PLAN?!" Remus exclaimed, "Who's going to protect my cub?!"

"Pa!" Harry shouted gaining the lycan's attention, "First, I can take care of myself! Second, I'll be sure to always have Nev and Vie with me. The three of us together, Quirrell wouldn't stand a chance."

"Pup, I know you're all highly trained, but I'd feel better if it was more than just the three of you." Sirius pleaded, his voice containing a note Harry didn't quite understand.

"I can't ask Ced or Rog to accompany all the time--" Harry began before catching on, "Wait a minute, am I about to get a new pet?"

Sirius nodded excitedly, "Just for a while!"

"Uh-uh! Dad you can't be with me at all times during the day! You have to teach! This is preposterous!" Harry exclaimed.

"Would you be placated if another Argonaut accompanied Harry?" Albus asked.

"Four Argonauts?" Sirius pondered, "Yes, I'd feel better with four."

"Then Harry will indeed be getting a new pet." Albus said smiling benevolently.

Harry gasped in realization, "No way?!"

"Yes way, Harry, I daresay Vie and Neville will be ecstatic." Albus replied.

Comprehension dawned on Sirius and Remus, Severus had understood some time ago, but had already been comfortable with Vie and Neville guarding Harry as they were the two most-hot-headed of the Argonauts next to Cedric. Though having intelligent, observant Luna would no doubt aid them.

"You're bringing Luna here aren't you?" Remus asked, not pleased by the extra protection. He loved Luna, and she was a powerful witch, but he would have felt better if Cedric or Roger would have been the one to accompany Harry. They were older and stronger.

"Yes, Remus, I am." Albus stated jubilantly.

"I was hoping for Cedric or Roger to protect him…" Sirius grumbled.

"It is an unnecessary precaution to begin with; Vie and Neville are more than capable of defending Harry." Severus chided his best friend.

"Excuse me! Harry is more than capable at defending Harry!" Harry shouted indignantly.

Remus beamed at the boy, "Of course you can, Cub."

Harry glared, "Do not patronize me."

The men laughed.

"I suppose we should call the Argonauts up and ready a plan of action?" Severus asked.

Albus nodded, sucking on another Lemon drop.

"I'll call them up." Harry said taking out his scarlet and gold journal and writing in it.

"Do you always keep that on you?" Sirius asked.

"We all do. If we ever need each other, we're just a call away."

Harry tapped the journal and patiently waited, conjuring himself and his Grandpa, Dad, Pa, and Sev a cup of tea.

"Sev, could you please invite Vie down to work on some potions before she goes stir crazy and starts exploding objects in Gryffindor tower for fun?"

"Has she been doing that?" Sirius asked concernedly.

"No, but every night the fire creeps out of its grate bit by bit and she started doing so much Potions theory that she had to order new parchment."

"She'll make a terrific Potions Mistress." Severus answered proudly.

"Yep!" Harry agreed, "Oh! You should see the plants Neville's got in the green house…"

Harry launched into a full explanation of the tropical man-eating plant Neville had begun to raise and Albus had begun paling as the description continued. Neville had a habit of raising dangerous plants, he was like Hagrid in that sense; 'there just misunderstood!'

The door opened and the six Argonauts strode in.

"Neville Longbottom, you get that plant out of my green house!" Albus ordered.

Neville stopped causing Cedric to bump into him, but luckily Neville was just a few inches shorter and slightly more muscled than Cedric so he caught himself. Neville glared at his best friend, "Thank you, Harry."

"Sorry, mate!" Harry apologized quickly, "To be fair, I only told them because it's a REALLY cool plant."

Neville grumbled, "It's just misunderstood."

"It won't misunderstand when it swallows Pomona whole!" Sirius said hysterically.

"Oh! If we're planning on killing it, can I use it for something?" Vie asked.

"WE ARE NOT KILLING SEYMOUR!" Neville shouted, "I'll shrink him and send him home!"

"Oh no you won't! Not with Cassie at the Castle!" Severus replied loudly.

"Come on, Nev, the Carnivorous Venenum Orchid's poison is really rare!" Vie wheedled.

Severus looked interested, hoping for the elusive venom himself.

"What has Seymour ever done to you?!" Neville shouted.

Vie rubbed his arm comfortingly, "Nothing, Nev, I'd just like to cut off his head, drain him of his venom, and use his stem in my potions, that's all."

Neville growled, and Tracey slapped Vie upside the head, "That was hardly helpful!"

"OI! Shut it!" Cedric ordered, "Nev, when you go home for the Hols you will bring your plant with you and leave it in one of the Green houses with heavy wards so that Cassie cannot enter."

Neville nodded, "Until then I'll make Seymour hibernate."

"Great, now that we've solved the strange and the stupid, let's get back to the matter at hand." Roger drawled.

Draco grinned at his house-mate. The two were most alike in personality.

"To summarize, Quirrell's trying to kill me, I can't see his aura, he's got powerful shields up that he couldn't have created himself, Grandpa can't fire him without proof, and Luna's coming to Hogwarts as extra protection." Harry summed up.

The Argonauts all beamed exuberantly.

"Vie and Neville, you are to keep near Harry at all times. I do not care if you are planning on doing something else. Luna will be with you constantly as well. There will be no leaving him alone and unattended in case Quirrell tries again." Albus ordered. "Cedric, Roger, Tracey, and Draco, keep an eye out for Quirrell, let me know if he's acting stranger than usual."

"Oh yes, can't let little Harry alone because apparently I'm your average naive first year!" Harry grumbled.

"No, Harry, you are not. But even the best of wizards can be out done by those who are physically stronger than them." Severus placated the boy.

Harry sighed in resignation before an idea dawned on him, and he slyly pulled Vie by her wrist so she was sitting in the chair with him.

'I just thought of something.'

'What?'

'Quirrell is after what Fluffy is guarding. He was at Diagon Alley the day Gringotts was broken into. He let the troll in.' Harryreplied.

'Bloody Hell, Harry, we've got to figure out what's down there.'

'I agree. Should we bring Mione in on it?'

'Yes. She'll definitely be a big help.'

'We'll start looking for Nicolas Flamel after the meeting.' Harry thought.

Vie responded, 'I know I've heard that name before…'

'Me too. I just don't know where.'

Albus cleared his throat, "Would you two like to share?"

"Er…not especially…" Harry said.

Albus smiled benignly, his eyes dancing with twinkles, "As you wish. I believe this meeting is adjourned."

Harry leapt out of his chair, pulling Vie's hand causing her to catapult and nearly fall if Cedric hadn't caught her.

Harry hugged his Grandpa tightly, "Love you, Grandpa!"

"I love you too my boy."

The Argonauts said their goodbyes to the three men. Harry and Draco were the most exuberant, given their Dad's and Godfather's were there.

The seven took their leave, plotting once they were out of hearing range of the old Headmasters office.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

Tracey and Draco were fencing. Neville was lifting heavy weights. Cedric was running on a magical treadmill. Roger was using a mechanical rowing machine. Harry was performing dueling exercises. Vie was doing difficult yoga stretches.

The room was large with a wood floor and mirrors lining the wall. A bar was attached to the wall as well, resembling a Ballet studio. There were weights, machines, dummies, punching bags, Pilate's equipment, yoga mats, and a small fencing platform.

Hermione was staring wide-eyed at the seven.

Tracey had her shiny black hair drawn into a high-bun atop her head wearing a purple t-shirt, black trainers, and black sweat pants. Draco wore a similar ensemble, but a grey t-shirt and black shorts. Roger had shed his shirt and was now wearing navy blue shorts and his white trainers only. Cedric, like Roger, was shirtless with his sweat pants and trainers. Harry had on a white shirt, black shorts, and trainers. Vie wore black leggings, a turquoise tank top, and was, at the time, barefoot to do her yoga, her white running shoes with a shiny gold stripe setting next to her orange mat, her hair in braids.

Hermione's clothes were something akin to the girls, but her sweat pants were a silvery-grey and her tank-top was crimson.

"Mione! Get a yoga mat, I'll teach you some stretches!" Vie called.

Hermione nodded and picked out a purple yoga mat, placing it next to Vie's.

Vie patiently went through the stretches with the girl, correcting her at times.

An hour or so later, Vie moved on to the punching bag, and Roger had talked her into learning a bit of fencing.

"Now, it's simple once you get some experience, just keep your guard up at all times, all right?" Roger said calmly.

"Okay…um the blades can't cut, can they?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"No, Mione, 'course not, there's a protection charm for the less experienced. Tracey and Draco, however, were dueling until first blood." Roger explained.

"First blood?" Hermione breathed out.

"Yeah, I'm just teaching you, trust me." Roger said with a reassuring smile.

Hermione nodded and returned a faint grin.

Eventually, Harry called everyone to a stop. Hermione was thoroughly exhausted, and hoping to return to Gryffindor Tower, but Harry had no such plans.

"We're going to spar, Mione, you may want to get against the far wall." Harry said gently.

"I'll go with her, we're an odd number, any how." Roger offered.

"All right, keep a shield up, would you? I don't want any stray spells hitting her." Harry stated sternly.

Roger snorted and said, "Like I'd let her get hurt."

Hermione smiled slightly and allowed Roger to lead her over to a corner where a small sofa was conjured along with water. The two sat, preparing to watch the duels.

"Who's going to duel who?" Hermione asked interestedly.

"They'll pair off by power-level. Harry and Vie, Draco and Cedric, Neville and Tracey." Roger rattled mundanely, "Tracey normally wins her duels against everyone, she's terrific at fencing, Draco is exceptional, but Cedric overpowers him normally and I think Vie has won a total of three duels against Harry, ever."

"Why does she duel him then, why not someone else?" Hermione questioned.

"She's closest to Harry's power-level. And other than Harry, he's the only person out of the group that has beaten her." Roger stated.

"Does she use her power while dueling?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Oh Merlin, no. Vie's never used that on a person."

As they were about to speak, Draco and Cedric's duel began. Spells flew back and forth, a multitude of colors. Draco and Cedric spun, rolled, and put up shields in defense, and threw powerful hexes, curses, and jinxes in offense. Soon the two were close enough to physically fight, which lasted only a few moments before Cedric was able to slam Draco into a wall and take his wand. He wasn't prepared, however, for Draco changing into his animagus form and pouncing on him, knocking him to the ground and gathering the wands himself before Incarcerating Cedric.

"Wow…" Hermione whispered.

"Was that the first duel you've seen?" Roger asked kindly.

Hermione nodded mutely, and inquired, "Would Malfoy and Ron's have been like that?"

"No!" Roger laughed, "No, it wouldn't have been as advanced. Our dueling level is at the level of an Auror or at the very least a highly experienced seventh year."

"Oh?" Hermione asked faintly watching Neville and Tracey's duel as it began with Tracey sending two stunners on either side of Neville, gauging his reactions.

"Yeah, for instance, Harry can four times out of ten, beat his Dad in a duel. Mind you, Sirius Black is a Dueling Master, one of the greatest in Britain." Roger informed the girl whilst Neville conjured a sword to counteract Tracey's blade, "We just need a bit more experience. We've already taken our O.W.L. tests and most of our N.E.W.T tests. In fact, by summer of third year, we'll have all our certifications, including Auror Certifications."

Hermione gaped at the boy until a cry of pain was heard from the dueling area, and Hermione turned to see Neville holding his shoulder, red faced, eyes shut, and jaw clenched in pain. Tracey's sword had entered the flesh. Tracey, having collected his wand first, gently pulled the blade out and set to work healing his shoulder, complete with a sling until it was entirely healed; the bleeding was for the most part stopped, at least so it wasn't at a dangerous level anymore, and the muscle and tissue would be completely healed by tomorrow night or the morning after. The couch was expanded and Tracey, Neville, Draco, and Cedric all moved behind the shield, strengthening it.

"To be safe," Cedric explained seeing the girl's confused look, "when Vie and Harry are dueling, it's just safer to stay the hell away."

Hermione blanched a pasty white color during Vie and Harry's duel. The two used all spells, save for Unforgivables (kindly explained by Draco), the elements, their animagus forms, swords, punches, and kicks. Vie at one point nearly had Harry, throwing a dagger which grazed his arm deeply, but Harry ignored it and changed into his phoenix form in order to be more elusive. He had appeared behind her, which she must have expected given that she turned and attempted a round house kick to his face. He grabbed her ankle, turning it sharply. A crack and a pained moan were heard from the small girl, but she quickly retaliated, sending a ricocheting spell at Harry sending him flying into the wall. Harry turned into a panther and Vie turned into a lioness and they fought for a while, but as Harry's panther was a great deal larger than the little lioness, Vie changed back, and sent powerful spells and fire at the panther that promptly returned to his human form and sent equally powerful spells in return. In the end, both had conjured swords and fought for a ten exhausting minutes. The duel ended in a tie given that they both brought their swords to the throat of their opponent, so neither had won.

"That…was…incredible." Hermione said in awe.

Roger nodded in agreement, "No matter how many times I see it, I never get used to those to dueling."

"Never." Cedric said in accord.

"Let's shower, I'm starving!" Neville boomed, and suddenly a girls shower room and a boy's shower room appeared, complete with laundered uniforms.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

Harry was working in the Common room all alone the night of December 13th when he felt it…

Harry smiled, 'Snow…'

He closed the book on the Potions essay he was working on and banished it to his room.

Harry raced out of the common room, heading down to the Great Hall where dinner was being held. Vie and Neville were planning to bring something back to him, but he could get some from the Kitchens later…

Harry ran into the Great Hall, approaching the Ravenclaw table first, pulling Draco's and Roger's arms, leading them to the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables wordlessly. Many students, as well as teachers, stared bewildered at the student who had removed all the Argonauts from the Hall. Lily and numerous students rose from their seats and went to investigate what the eight were up to, but the Headmaster, Severus, Minerva, Sirius, and Remus all continued to eat and chat, knowing exactly what they were doing…

"Harry, do we have to do this EVERY year?" Tracey grumbled.

"Yes." Harry responded, his voice barely containing his excitement.

"Why?" Draco whined.

"Tradition!" Harry yelled, "We've done this since our VERY first winter together!"

Hermione appeared very confused but followed none-the-less.

"We were five! It was different then!" Draco exclaimed.

"I smelt it, and I can feel it, it's going to be AMAZING this year!"

"You can feel it because you're an Ice and Water elemental." Roger responded, never believing Harry's 'I can smell the snow coming' explanation.

"I can feel it because it's a magical experience and I'm not as jaded as you three." Harry said disapprovingly.

"You could at least let us get jackets!" Tracey bargained.

"No."

"We can use fire to keep us warm anyway, come on, guys, we always end up having fun!" Cedric said.

Draco, Tracey, and Roger complied silently.

Harry, Vie, Neville, and Cedric waited excitedly, heads inclined, staring at the sky. Draco and Tracey held on to each other, exaggerating their shivers. Roger crossed his arms and waited patiently for the inevitable. Hermione stood looking at all of them, confusion etched on her features.

Lily Potter, Henry Potter, Ron Weasley, and many other students stood in the great door way watching the seven, looking as confused as Hermione then it happened.

A few delicate white specks cascaded slowly to the ground.

Harry's smile widened and he whooped with joy.

"SNOW!" Harry exclaimed.

"We're out here to watch it snow?" Hermione asked incredulous.

Harry, Vie, Neville, and Cedric nodded energetically while Draco, Tracey, and Roger rolled their eyes and nodded at the ridiculous tradition.

"We've done this every year since we met." Roger explained, "Harry has an odd fascination with the snow."

More snowflakes swirled to the ground.

"Come on, Roger. You know you love it." Harry wheedled.

Roger bit back a smile, "I'll admit. It's pretty."

Vie grinned and waved her wand causing a large blanket with a warming charm to spread out on the ground.

Tracey rested her head against Draco's shoulder while he wrapped his arm around her waist, Vie jumped on Roger's back, Harry lay down on the ground and stared up at the sky, Neville and Cedric followed his example, and soon Vie had forced Roger and Mione to do the same. Eventually, Draco and Tracey complied.

Harry lay in the middle, Neville and Cedric on either side of him. Cedric had pulled Hermione into an impromptu hug when he noticed her shivering, so her head was currently lying on the third-year Hufflepuffs chest, Vie was lying comfortably against Rogers shoulder, his arm wrapped around his young friend, and Draco had his arms wrapped around Tracey, who was cuddled into the white-blonde haired boy.

And the eight stayed that way until their teeth were chattering, and Professor Potter forced them to go inside.

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

"ACHOO!" Vie sneezed, her nose red and wrapped in a scarlet blanket. She glared at the raven-haired boy next to her who was in a similar condition, "I hate you, Harry Leo Black."

"That's too bad, 'cos I love you, Genevieve Isabella Romanov." Harry replied, his nose stuffed making his voice sound nasal. (AN: From now on when ever Vie's full name is used her middle name will be just Isabella.)

Neville coughed loudly from his spot by the fire, "Harry, next year, you go by yourself you git."

Hermione came bounding into the Common room, she apparently had the world's best immune system given that she was the only one of the eight who hadn't came down with a nasty cold.

"Hurry up! You've already skipped one class today! We've got Potions!" Hermione exclaimed hurriedly.

Harry groaned, burying his face in a pillow.

"Shut up, Harry, it's your fault, git." Vie snapped.

"Brat."

"Ponce."

"Dumbass." Harry quipped.

"Jackass." Vie retorted.

"Oi! You're both arse's, now let's get to Potions." Neville said extricating himself from his blanket.

Vie and Harry glared vituperatively at their friend and complied.

They headed out the Common room door and made their way to the dungeons. Halfway through, Vie groaned.

"What's wrong, Vie?" Neville asked concernedly.

"I've got detention today!" Vie complained throwing her hands in the air.

Harry and Neville snickered while Hermione clucked in disapproval.

"Is it just me, or do you have detention a lot more than your average Hogwarts student?" Harry questioned amusedly.

Vie smiled impishly, "I can't help it if the Professors are all nutters."

"So you're saying you don't deserve the detentions your given?" Hermione asked.

"No, I do not, 'Mione." Vie declared.

"So you, Fred, and George didn't bewitch snowballs to bounce off the back of Professor Quirrell's turban?" Hermione inquired innocently.

"We did, but the git deserved it. The guy's tried to murder my best friend." Vie responded.

Hermione nodded with a grimace the mention of Professor Quirrell, before changing the subject, "Are you all staying for the Holidays?"

"Nope." Neville responded, "Mum, Dad, Rog, and I have to go to Gran Augusta's this Christmas.

Harry nodded, "I'll be staying here."

Vie said, "I'll be staying here, too, but I have to take a Portkey to Russia for a few days."

Hermione's eyes widened, "Why?"

"Grandpapa and I have been invited to the Russian Ministry's party." Vie answered dejectedly.

"Is it not fun?" Hermione asked curiously.

"No." Vie sighed, "It's a bunch of boring old purebloods."

"Yeah last time Vie went she knocked down a chandelier." Harry said, grinning.

"How?"

"Accidental Magic. Things were boring and I really wanted some action, wasn't really planning on bringing down a chandelier though. The Minister still hasn't quite forgiven me for that one yet." Vie replied.

"If I remember correctly, Uncle Nick scolded you for a good seven hours the next day, right?" Neville teased.

Vie narrowed her eyes dangerously at the boy, "This coming from the boy who sent a butter dish flying and took out his Gran Augusta's entire porcelain plate collection?"

Neville blushed, "There were a few plates left."

Harry snickered.

"Shut up, Harry." Neville said, "You're not exactly innocent either! You shattered all the windows in our training room when the fencing teacher said you weren't working hard enough."

Harry grimaced, "I hated Monsieur Pierre."

Neville and Vie nodded fervently in agreement.

"So, Mione, what are you doing this Christmas?" Harry asked interestedly.

"I'm going home to see Mum and Dad! I can't wait to show them all I've learnt so far!" Hermione chirped, "Though I wish they could meet you all, as well."

"Maybe we can come over this summer." Vie suggested.

"Aren't you Ministry property during the summer?"

The three Argonauts snorted, but couldn't answer due to the fact they had just entered the potions classroom and Sev—Professor Snape really wasn't in a mood to be reckoned with.

Harry exhaled and watched his breath rise in the chilly air; he sneakily cast a warming charm on Hermione, Henry, Vie, and Neville.

Vie took her place next to Pansy while Neville sat cautiously next to Seamus. Harry and Hermione were seated at their desk.

"The potion you'll be making is on the board. You have an hour minutes to complete it then fifteen to allow it to set, you'll bottle it and give it to me then you can get out." Severus growled.

The class gathered their Potions ingredients. Harry and Hermione worked as a team while Neville and Vie took over their Potions for their partners.

Potions past without incident, and soon the class was all leaving the dungeons. Malfoy had stopped taunting Harry and had moved on to taunting Henry and Ron because he ALWAYS got a rise out of the boys.

Vie paused, waiting for Harry, Mione, and Neville to catch up before she motioned for Harry to stop, and flicked her wand, disappearing both their bags and hopping on his back.

"Where did you banish our bags?" Harry asked disinterestedly.

"Common room." Vie replied.

"Not feeling well, eh?" Harry inquired concernedly.

"No…" Vie groaned pitifully.

They came to a corridor blocked by a large Christmas tree, Weasley, Henry, Hagrid, Malfoy, Lestrange, and Crabbe and Goyle.

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy coldly drawled, "Are you trying to earn some money, Weasley? Hoping to be a game-keeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose—that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to.

Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs, "WEASLEY!"

The four Argonauts waited patiently for the situation to dissipate rather than challenge Severus.

"He was provoked, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the Christmas tree, "Malfoy was insultin' his family."

"Never the less, Hagrid, fighting is not appropriate, no matter if he was provoked. Five points from Gryffindor, and one point from Slytherin." Severus stated to everyone's surprise, "Mr. Malfoy, it is not your job to critique other peoples family's, and it certainly won't gain you any points. Now get out of my sight. All of you." Severus growled.

Malfoy glared but scurried quickly along with Crabbe, Goyle, and Rabastan in the direction of the Slytherin Common room. Henry and Ron followed Hagrid as he continued dragging the tree.

"I'll get that slimy git, one of these days…I'll get him." Ron declared.

"I hate them both, Malfoy and Snape."

"Come on, cheer up, it's nearly Christmas. Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

The three were preparing to depart when Hagrid spotted the four.

"Hello, there, Vie, Harry, Neville, Hermione!" Hagrid called joyously.

"Hey, Hagrid!" The four chorused in nearly perfect unison.

"Want ter come ter the Great Hall with us?" Hagrid asked kindly.

"Sure, Hagrid!" Neville complied.

Vie rested her head against Harry's soft, black hair and closed her eyes.

They entered the Great Hall where Professor McGonagall and Flitwick were busy with Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree—put it up in the corner over there would you?"

Harry jostled Vie to make the girl open her eyes and see the Great Hall. It looked magnificent, with festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls and no less than twelve Christmas trees stood around the room glittering with icicles, and some lit up with hundreds of candles.

Vie's eyes opened and then widened to a cartoon like state, "Wow!"

Harry nodded smiling. He loved Christmas.

"How many days yer got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asked.

"Just one—you know Henry, we have thirty minutes before lunch; we should really be getting up to the library!" Ron said, sounding rather like Hermione.

Henry tore his eyes away from a large golden bubble blossoming out of Professor Flitwick's wand, "Oh, right!"

"The library? Just before the Holidays? Bit keen aren't yeh?" Hagrid inquired.

"Oh, we're not doing homework," Henry said brightly, "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."

That got Harry, Neville, and Vie's attention, they snapped their heads around to look at the two, nearly groaning upon hearing they were trying to find out what the dog was guarding.

"You what?" Hagrid looked shocked, "Listen here, I've told yeh, drop it! It's nothin' ter you what that dog is guardin'."

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all." Piped in Hermione.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us a lot of trouble?" Henry continued, "We must have been through a thousand books already and we can't find his name anywhere. Just give us a hint, I know I've heard his name somewhere before."

"I'm sayin' nothin'." Hagrid said flatly.

"Just have to find it ourselves then!" Ron said, "See you at the library Hermione?"

Hermione gave him a small smile, "Maybe."

Ron nodded and he and Henry took their leave.

"I shouldn' have ever told 'em." Hagrid grumbled.

"Don't worry, Hagrid, we'll try to keep them from finding anything out." Harry soothed his half-giant friend.

"Thank yeh, Harry!" Hagrid said smiling, "Why don' yeh help decorate? I'm sure they'd let yeh, yeh know how an' everythin'."

"We'd really love to Hagrid, but we're supposed to be studying with Cedric, and Vie can't after lessons because she has detention today." Harry stated.

"Yeh have detention, again?" Hagrid asked disbelieving.

Vie defended herself, "It's really easy to get detention if your around the Weasley twins."

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

The eight Argonauts all sat in the Room of Requirement, scouring books. Luna had gotten to Hogwarts around an hour ago, and Hermione thought she was a tad insane because of all the 'imaginary' mythical creatures. When Hermione had said that a Crumple-horned Snorkack did not exist, Luna gently informed her that just because she hadn't read about it, doesn't mean it didn't exist. Vie was arriving from detention in twenty minutes, and so far, they hadn't found a thing on Nicolas Flamel.

Cedric jumped up from his position, throwing the book against the wall with all his strength, "I GIVE UP! THIS IS USELESS!"

"Cedric, you have all the patience of a five-year-old," Roger admonished, not bothering to look up from the old book, "Rome wasn't built in a day, you know."

"I hate that saying." Cedric growled.

"Like I care…" Roger muttered irritably.

"Shut it you two!" Harry snapped.

Cedric and Roger glared venomously.

"Merlin, what is it 'that time of the month'?" Harry teased.

Cedric smiled, "I don't remember getting a bite from Moony."

Harry laughed.

"Moony?" Hermione asked curiously. They had yet to tell her of Remus' condition.

"Er…yeah…" Harry struggled to find an excuse, "werewolf we met once…"

"Oh." Was all Hermione said, but she seemed to believe them.

They continued to work in silence. The Room of Requirement was circular this time, book shelves covered the far wall and a comfortable couch curved along the other. Roger leaned against the arm of the couch, surrounded by books. Tracey reclined against his legs, her own legs on Draco's lap. Hermione sat near Harry, both diligently buried in their research. Cedric was spread out on the floor, head resting on a book while he stared up at the ceiling. Finally, Neville lay against the far arm of the couch making enough room for Luna to lie next to him, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder, her long wavy hair splaying across his torso.

The door opened and a disgruntled, mumbling Vie stormed in.

"Stupid squib caretaker…should just…freaking cat…"

Eight pairs of eyes stared at the short girl half-amused, half-concerned by her mutterings.

"Is there a reason you're all staring at me?!" Vie attempted to shout, but apparently her cold had started taking her voice so it came out like a hoarse whisper.

"Didn't you miss me, sis?" Luna teased, though she did sound genuinely hurt by her sister's insincere greeting.

Vie grinned fondly at the girl, "Of course I did, Lulu, I just have the cold from hell is all."

Luna jumped from her place on the couch, causing Neville to fall hard on his face, and nearly tackled her sister.

Vie gave everyone a warm smile picked up a book and jumped into Harry's lap. Harry readjusted on the couch so the two were comfortable, the silence returned, everybody searching for answers when Vie scoffed and burst out laughing.

"Vie?" Roger asked hesitantly.

"This book is hardly informative!" Vie shouted her voice humored.

"Why? What did it say?" Neville asked, taking an interest.

"It's a book of a list of questions." Vie said giggling.

That did it, the tense atmosphere broke and chuckles were heard all around…

OoOoOoOoOoOoO

Harry lie in front of the Common room fire, Cedric, Roger, Neville and Hermione had left a day ago, tonight Vie would be leaving, and Tracey, Luna, and Harry would be sleeping in the Marauder Quarters while Draco spent the night in the Snape Family Quarters with his parents and three-year-old sister. It was the first Christmas the Argonauts would be separated in six years.

"Miss Genevieve, are you ready yet?" Called out the fussy, tight-bunned German witch that Nicholas had hired to retrieve Vie.

Vie walked down the stairs, taking her time. She was dressed in muggle attire that made the woman purse her lips. Apparently, blue jeans and a scarlet long sleeved tee were not appreciated.

"I'm coming, I'm coming, don't get your knickers in a twist Madam Hesslingen." Vie said in her faint British accent with her French cutting through.

"It is Frau Hesslingen, Miss Genevieve." The woman sternly spoke.

"What's your first name, out of curiosity?" Harry called out from his position on the floor calling her attention to him.

"I don't believe my name is very important to you children. Miss Genevieve, if you don't hurry we'll miss the portkey!" Frau Hesslingen barked out.

"Good lord woman! Someone needs to pull that stick right out of your…."

Harry aimed a heavy book at the girls head before she could effectively start a fight with the woman.

"OW!" Vie hissed, pouting.

Fred gave the girl an embrace, 'That lasted a little longer than necessary…' Harry voiced his opinion in his head.

"Au Revior, Fred!" Vie said with a kiss to his cheek before moving on to his brother George and repeating the action.

"Bye, Vie!" The brothers chorused.

"All right well, we're off, see you Christmas Day, Harry!" Vie said with a tight hug and a kiss to the forehead, "Love you!" She called over her shoulder.

"Love you too! Bring me back something from Russia!" He shouted.

"Will do!" Vie exclaimed in response.

Harry smiled brightly and sat down. A few moments later, he remembered something and he rose to his feet quickly and chased after the girl and the older woman.

He found them on the main staircase with a fifth year couple kissing near by, but he was still three flights up and decided he would just talk VERY loudly.

"DON'T DESTROY ANY PRICELESS CHANDELIERS THIS TIME!" Harry yelled.

"I'LL TRY BUT THE MINISTER'S FACE TURNED SUCH AN INTERESTING COLOR LAST TIME, I'M TEMPTED TO DO IT AGAIN!" Vie responded.

With that the woman and girl held on to an object and disappeared, Harry grinned, waved at the Slytherin couple—Flint and Tortocelli, he thought there names were…

"YOU'RE FLINT AND TORTOCELLI RIGHT?!" Harry shouted at the two.

Flint responded, "YEAH, MARCUS FLINT AND MARIANA TORTOCELLI, WHY?!"

"JUST CURIOUS, COULDN'T REMEMBER! HAVE YOU SEEN DRACO SNAPE ANYWHERE BY CHANCE?"

Flint nodded, "YEAH IN THE DUNGEONS WITH THE VON HESTON GIRL AND A FOX FOR SOME REASON!"

"IT'S DRACO'S CUDDLE PARTNER HE CAN'T SLEEP WITH OUT IT!" Harry retorted, and ran down the remaining steps.

"Seriously?" Mariana asked.

"No, but it'd be funny if it were true, wouldn't it?"

Mariana nodded.

"Well, then, Mariana, Marcus, it is okay if I call you that right?" Harry inquired.

"Sure, you're not too annoying of a lion, why not?" Marcus responded.

"Great, well Marcus, Mariana, I'll be taking my leave—carry on." Harry teased leaving the couple to their own devices.

Harry ran down to the dungeons, casting a 'Point Me' spell and hurriedly entered Sev's Quarters to find Luna, Tracey, and Draco playing with little Cassie, who then noticed Harry and walked quickly over to Harry.

"Hawwy! Guess what, Hawwy?! I miss'd you! I did, but Mummy said I has to wait to come see you 'cos yous in school!" Spoke the three-year-old straight black haired, blue eyed toddler.

"I missed you, too, little Cassie!" Harry chirped tickling the little girl while she squealed with laughter.

"Is it twue dat Dwaco is in Ravencwaw and not Swyzerin wike Mummy and Daddy?" Cassie asked curiously.

"Uh-huh, see Cassie, Draco's very smart, even if he does act like a git nineteen times out of twenty." Tracey answered patiently.

"Dwaco git?" Cassie inquired, tilting her head.

"NO CASSIE! I'm not a git, I'm your big brother? Remember kid?"

"I'm not stupid, Dwaco. You is zo." Cassie responded huffily.

"Luna, what in Merlin's name have you been teaching her?" Draco asked accusingly.

"Just a few well known facts…" Luna said with a teasing tone.

"Luna says you has haiw wike a giwl!" Cassie chirped.

"LUNA!" Draco shouted, "Stop spouting lies at my baby sister!"

"They aren't lies Draco, and I didn't say you had hair LIKE a girl, I said you take longer to do your hair than most girls!" Luna defended.

Harry and Tracey glanced at each other, amusement sparkling in emerald and violet eyes.

"Luna!" Draco said faking exasperation. Draco had a high tolerance for Luna's sense of humor. As they all did. She was the youngest of the Argonauts and as such, she was never on the receiving end of a hex or a smack for a joke she made. The others were not so lucky.

In fact, Cedric and Draco got hexed a bit more than the others, only because Cedric made inappropriate jibes at inapt times and Draco tended to mock Cedric, Harry, Vie, and Neville who each had hot tempers.

Roger and Tracey got hexed the least next to Luna. Roger, because his humor was usually funny and in the correct situations. Tracey was the most girlish of the group and therefore, many of the males found it rude to hex her, except Cedric and Harry (her adoptive siblings).

Vie and Harry got a number of hexes and mostly slaps upside the head but less than most due to the fact that their retaliation was motivation enough to let some things slide.

Harry sighed, "I'm beginning to wonder if we'll ever find out who Nicolas Flamel is."

"Maybe we should just ask your Grandpa, Harry." Tracey suggested gently.

"No, if he wants to tell us, he will." Harry stated firmly.

Tracey sighed, "Right then. Shall we go to the library?"

Draco groaned, "Do we have to?"

"Why don't Dray and I stay down here and you and Tracey can go?"

Harry nodded in agreement, "Sounds good, see you all at dinner!"

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"Maybe we aren't looking in the correct area?" Tracey said eyeing the Restricted Section.

"We'd need special permission…" Harry reminded her.

"Not if no one knows we're looking." Tracey said deviously.

"What do you have in mind?"

"A late night stroll in your Invisibility Cloak…" Tracey recommended.

"The two of us?"

"Or just you." Tracey said, "Draco could spend the night in our room and create an illusion of you."

"Why wouldn't you come?" Harry asked disappointedly.

Tracey grinned, "Need someone to hold your hand, Harry?"

"Yeah that's it." Harry said sarcastically, "No, it's just been a while since you and I did anything together. If you remember right, we make a good team."

Tracey nodded, "We do. And it's not my fault you were sorted into the House of the Lions instead of Hufflepuff."

"Tracey, I think Hufflepuff would have been the last house I would go to." Harry stated seriously.

"Why? You're loyal and somewhat patient."

"Yeah, but I have qualities that override those two. I think the second choice for me would be Slytherin." Harry replied.

"Slytherin, really?" Tracey inquired unconvinced.

"Hat said so. Cunning and sly, but I, apparently, didn't have enough ambition."

"Oh…here I was thinking you'd be a Hufflepuff after Gryffindor…"

"Silly girl." Harry teased.

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That night, after the adults fell asleep, Harry crept out of bed and threw on his Invisibility cloak, giving Draco the signal to create the illusion.

"Be back soon." Harry whispered.

"Be careful." Luna replied.

"I will, you sure you don't want to come, Trace?" Harry asked.

"Mhm, too tired." Tracey mumbled into her pillow.

"Right, see you in a bit." Harry whispered.

Harry stealthily moved out of the Marauders Quarters and through the many secret passages. He was half-way to the Library when he paused at a door. There was something about that door. For some reason—Merlin only knows—Harry had the strong urge to enter. He cautiously brought his hand to the handle and opened it, praying that it didn't squeak or alert someone of his after-hours stroll around the castle.

The room was large and nearly empty. It appeared to be an old classroom judging by the desks and chairs pushed up against the walls. Propped up against the wall facing him was a large Mirror. Harry glanced at it perplexedly. 'Why would a mirror be in an old classroom?' Harry mused as he moved forward, wand out, and cloak on.

He read the inscription along the top read, "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafruoyt on woshi" Harry grinned. His pa had told the Argonauts about a multitude of magical objects ranging from the Ravenclaws Diadem to Excalibur. The Mirror of Erised was among the tales of the magical and possibly mythical objects. 'At least I can tell Pa it's real…'

He smiled to himself before his eyes were drawn to the reflection that the Mirror was casting.

Before him stood an older Harry Potter, possibly 15 or 16, grinning and laughing surrounded by the Argonauts, Hermione, and the Argonaut family. In Roger's hands was a paper, 'Contract fulfilled.' Neville and Luna looked at each other in simple adoration…as they so often did…Tracey ruffled Draco's hair and he scowled yet his silver eyes danced in mirth. His Grandpa, Dad, and Pa looked at him proudly, and Grandpa held a pair of woolen socks in his hands. 'Barmy coot would probably love them…Hm…' Aunt Ally's face was bright and rosy, she was healthy again. Aunt Cissa and Uncle Sev held hands with little Cassie glancing up happily at them. Uncle Amos and Aunt Celia looked carefree and conversed happily with Uncle Nick and—Vie's Grandmama, Anastasia.

Vie beamed and—blew kisses at him. Cedric had his broom and was gesturing at Harry to go flying, as they so often did. Roger had a book in his hand, but would give Hermione side-glances when she wasn't looking back at him. Hermione, in the mirror, wasn't hesitant with any of the Argonauts, she smacked Vie's arm, she nudged Roger, and whispered things to Tracey that would make them giggle and look at Draco who would then narrow his eyes in suspicion. Whenever Nev and Luna weren't gazing at each other, Nev would throw his arm over Harry's shoulder and share a conspiratorial glance with him. Luna would hug her older sis, Vie, and beam content.

Harry couldn't help himself; he sat down in front of the mirror watching them. He felt like he could do that forever. They all seemed so happy, like the world was theirs. No Potters, Weasleys, or Malfoys to complicate matters…just the Argonaut family and Hermione Granger. And she fit nicely.

'I wonder if the mirror is right about her and Rog…' Harry contemplated.

After what only seemed like minutes to Harry, but was really hours, the draft of the Castle in winter had begun to take its toll on Harry. He was shivering and his lips were slowly turning blue. He was pulled out of his trance when he could no longer ignore the cold. He stood, spared the Mirror one last glance and fled from the classroom and into the Marauders Quarters.

Harry entered the room the four Argonauts were sleeping in. Draco and Tracey now were peacefully asleep in the bed that was meant for Tracey, Draco's bed was unoccupied. Tracey's face was blank in sleep, her hand lying on Draco's chest. Draco had and arm around her and the side of his face was pressed against the top of her head which was rested on his shoulder.

Harry nearly snorted, 'The mirror got those two spot on.'

Luna lay straight, but twitching slightly. Her eyebrows were knit and her lips slightly frowning. The moonlight illuminated her hair making it look like a silvery halo. In this light, her skin was nearly as pale as Vie's—and that was saying something. Her emotions were terror and sadness. She thrashed a little and Harry decided to intervene.

He sat on the edge of her bed, shaking her shoulder, "Luna!"

She shot awake, her eyes panicked and slightly teary before they filled with relief, "Har, you scared me!"

"Sorry, you were having a nightmare." Harry said, "Do you want to talk about it?"

Luna shook her head, "Just…just a recurring fear."

Harry sent her a questioning look.

Luna sighed, "I'm in a graveyard and…there are seven headstones…and…" A tear slipped down Luna's cheek, "you guys are my family…and I worry…you know?" With that Luna broke into quiet sobs, careful not to disturb Tracey or Draco.

Harry wrapped his arms around the distraught girl, "Ah, Lulu, we're not going anywhere."

Luna nodded but continued crying.

Harry drew her back and locked eyes with her, "Luna Soleil Lovegood, I promise on pain of death that if I have anything to say about it, you will never be left alone."

Luna nodded and leaned against Harry, who stroked her hair calmingly, "I love you, Lulu."

"Love you, too, Har." Luna mumbled back.

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Harry hadn't gotten a chance to go back and see the Mirror tonight. It was December 24th and his Dad had been adamant about sleeping in the living room. So there he sat on a suede and fleece blanket wearing his 'Christmas pajamas' staring amusedly at a laughing Muggle-Santa-Clause hat wearing Sirius, and a glaring elf-hated, pointed ear Remus. Luna was stifling giggles.

"Change me back, Sirius." Remus growled dangerously.

Sirius shook his head, eyes watering, "Now, Moony, elves are supposed to be cheerful!" Sirius hiccupped and laughed harder at Remus' snarl.

Remus looked pleadingly at Harry, "Harry, please, make him change me back."

Harry's lips twitched, and he did his best to look innocent, "Why? I rather like the pointed ears."

Luna burst out laughing and Sirius was now letting out harsh wheezes.

"Padfoot!" Remus shouted, "Breath you, silly mutt!"

Sirius gasped and tried to control himself but lost it again at the sight of Remus' green pointed, complete with a red pom-pom at the top, hat.

"I despise you, Sirius Orion Black." Remus said in a dangerous tone.

Sirius grinned impishly at Remus, "Aw, Moony, you know you love me."

"Maybe but I understand your mothers motivation to give you those initials. You really are a S.O.B."

Sirius sobered, "Don't bring my mother into this."

Remus suppressed a smirk at his ability to get Sirius to stop laughing, but knew it had been low to bring in Walburga Black—the most horrible, odious woman to have ever lived.

Harry took note of the dampening atmosphere and quickly changed the subject, "So, Dad, Pa, want to know a rumor that's circulating?"

Sirius nodded half-heartedly.

"Oh, Harry, I'm not sure if you should tell them that." Luna said smothering her laughter with her hand.

"Why what is it?" Sirius asked interestedly this time. Remus had his undivided attention on the two.

"Maybe you're right; after all they're liable to throw a fit." Harry answered grinning madly.

"Why? Why would we throw a fit?" Remus asked slightly alarmed.

"Well, word is that you and Uncle Padfoot, are well…lovers." Luna replied giggling.

Sirius gaped and Remus blanched.

"What?" Sirius asked breathlessly.

"Oh, yeah, quite a few girls were ranting about it actually. 'Why do all the cute ones have to be gay?!'' Harry replied mocking a fourth year Hufflepuff he had overheard.

Remus' eyes narrowed, "You are telling them it's no true, right?"

Harry beamed, "Oh, but Pa, where would be the fun in that?"

"Harry Leo Black!" Remus and Sirius exclaimed jumping to their feet.

"Oh! That's another thing, they're wondering if his name will be changed to Harry Leo Lupin-Black or Black-Lupin after the bonding ceremony, have you thought about that yet?" Luna teased.

Remus and Sirius quickly glanced at each other than stared helplessly at the laughing pre-teens.

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Harry reluctantly succumbed to consciousness and opened his emerald eyes before closing them again and burrowing into his warm pillow.

"I think the Cub is up." Harry heard Remus whisper.

The next thing he knew someone was tickling his sides madly. He struggled until he could see the face of his assailant.

"Dad!" Harry exclaimed angrily.

Luna sat up an angry-sleepy look on her face, she grabbed a pillow and chucked it at Sirius' head—hard. He toppled a little and stared bewilderedly back to the usually passive girl.

"Lulu?" Sirius asked cautiously.

"Shut up." Luna growled before throwing a blanket over her head and lying back down.

The portrait door swung open and Vie and a ruffled looking woman with a messy bun came striding in.

The woman turned to the girl, "Madam Romanov, I sincerely hope I never see you again." With that the woman high-tailed it out of the Marauders Quarters.

Vie chuckled and waved, "Au Revior, Madam Hesslingen!"

"IT'S FRAU!" They heard a disembodied heavily-German-accented voice screech back.

Luna and Harry jumped up and ran to greet their friend. Problem was, they both pounced at the same time.

All three fell to the ground, Vie on bottom with Harry and Luna lying on both arms and shoulders.

"Bloody hell! I missed you, too, but control yourselves, honestly!" Vie said fondly.

'I've got something to show you!' Harry thought.

'I found out who Flamel is!' Vie returned.

Harry stared down at her perplexedly.

"How?" He asked in wonder.

"I asked Monsieur Dubeaux!" Vie chirped, "Flamel is a French name so I just figured…"

"Flamel?" Remus cut in.

Harry groaned, "Freaking werewolf hearing."

Harry stood up quickly, pulling Vie and Luna with him.

"Yeah…er…we…" Harry stumbled attempting to think of a lie; unfortunately his Pa was giving him THAT look. The one that made it impossible, no matter how much effort was exerted, to lie.

Sirius sighed, "How did you find out?"

"We may have happened across Fluffy." Vie replied.

Sirius blanched, "What?"

"It's quite an entertaining story, actually." Luna said in her dreamiest, airiest voice. Her eyes were mildly unfocused and she had a silly grin on her face. Vie couldn't help it, she hugged her sister.

"Ah, Lulu, you're my favorite, you know that?" Vie said and kissed Luna's forehead.

"I'm everyone's favorite." Luna replied mocking the arrogant tone that Vie and Draco often used.

Harry grinned and put an arm around each girl's shoulder, "I say, we open gifts, what say you?"

"Dah." Vie spoke in the language she had been speaking for the last two days.

"So how did the party go this time?" Remus asked.

Vie groaned.

Sirius winced, "That bad?" Sirius, from his childhood, had grown very accustomed to pureblood parties.

"It was awful." Vie complained shaking her head.

"What happened this time?" Harry asked amused.

"Avrum Polk is trying to strike up a deal with Grandpapa for an arranged marriage between his son and me." Vie said sneering in distaste at 'Avrum' and 'son'.

Harry's stomach churned a little, "Not a looker is he?"

"He looks like an oompa loompa." Vie responded.

"Aw, come on, Vie, admit it Oompa Loompa's are damn sexy, what with their orange skin and green hair." Sirius teased.

"Oh yes, you know me, show me a singing midget in suspenders and I'll just throw it down with him right there." Vie retorted.

Remus' face scrunched up, "I didn't need to hear that."

Vie shrugged, "You're the one in a torrid affair with Uncle Padfoot."

Remus and Sirius spluttered while Harry and Luna snickered.

"I think it's time for presents." Sirius said scowling.

"I agree, Padfoot."

"I bet you two got each other a 'special' gift." Luna jibed with an exaggerated wink.

"LUNA!" Remus and Sirius shouted in shock.

Harry shook her head, "My, my, where has the time gone, just the other day she was an innocent little angel and now she's making lecherous comments about my two fathers."

Remus moved to protest.

"I'm so proud!" Vie said through fake tears.

"Bloody psychos." Sirius grumbled.

"Padfoot, language!" Remus admonished.

"Sorry, Moony…"

Harry promptly made a whip-movement and sound.

Sirius glared in response, "I miss my baby Harry."

"Because I was an adorable baby?" Harry offered.

"No. Baby Harry couldn't talk." Sirius smirked.

Harry stuck out his tongue.

"How mature." Sirius drawled.

"This coming from the man who's mocking his son."

Sirius narrowed his eyes before sticking out his tongue at the raven-haired boy.

Harry grinned, "Happy Christmas, Dad."

Sirius beamed lop-sided back, "Happy Christmas, Pup."

Harry tore into his gifts. He was interrupted by a small, bronze-haired figure tackling him.

"It's beautiful, Har!" Harry heard Vie whisper into his ear.

"I'm glad you like it." Harry returned, for Christmas he had gotten Vie a silver heart locket encrusted with rubies and a small black diamond.

"It's got spells on it to alert me if something's wrong." Harry said.

Vie smirked, "Great minds think alike."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Open your gift from me."

Harry picked up a package wrapped in orange wrapping paper with a big red bow. The box was wrapped, then taped shut, then spelled shut, then inside the box was another box, wrapped, taped shut, spelled shut, with another box inside that box, that was wrapped, taped, and spelled shut.

"Merlin! Did you do this to everyone?!" Harry asked in exasperation.

Vie smiled and gestured around the room to where everyone was trying to open brightly colored packages only to find that they were impossible to unwrap.

Harry finally came to a little white box and opened it to find a jade stone on a leathery chain. On the stone was an engraved Claddagh—love, friendship, and loyalty.

"The Argonauts all have one…though there's are all tigers eye, but you…well, I thought jade would suit you, Anywho…" Vie said, "If you're in trouble, I'll know."

"What do ours do?" Remus asked examining an amber wolf on a golden chain.

"Yours are Portkeys to the Headmasters office. If you're ever in trouble just say, 'Sur'." Vie answered.

"Why 'sur'?" Sirius asked.

"It's French for safe." Remus replied.

Harry grinned and kissed his friend on the cheek, "I love it, Vie, Merry Christmas."

Vie blushed a little, "Merry Christmas, Har."

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AN: Sorry for the long time of no updates! I was visiting my Great Grand-maman in Metz, France and every time I tried to use my laptop she told me it wasn't 'proper' for young ladies to spend so much time on the 'insipid' contraption. By the way: Vie is named after my Great Grand-maman, Genevieve Arielle…well mostly since Vie's name is Genevieve Isabella, but Anywho…so I'm a bit jet-lagged and I think it showed through the chapter….Next, my dearest readers, I need suggestions: how can I make absolutely sure that Vie and Tracey don't turn into Mary Sues? I don't want some annoying characters, so people give me some character flaws! And make suggestions! I'll be updating soon, I promise! In fact, I'm hoping to have finished this story and be moved onto the sequel by next week! I already have the end written after all…. :]

Stormshadow 13: I'm glad you enjoyed the song, I was laughing my ass off while I was writing it! I think it would mess with the rest of the plot if I had Ron just up and eat Fluffy, but never fear, I've done some brainstorming and Ron has a different future awaiting him. Enjoy and Thanks for your review! Leave another: ]

Vellouette: I won't make them friends, yet anyway…I was thinking that Ron would kind of be like Draco Malfoy from the Canon, enemies through school but amicable after the War. Good luck on your son's surgery! Enjoy the chapter and thanks!

Kristen Bradshaw: Sorry I didn't update sooner! Thanks for the review!

David Fishwick: I'll update much sooner this time! Thanks and review again: ] please!

HHrbelong2gether: Who knows, maybe it will turn out to be your preferred pairing, I've been doing some thinking lately…but we'll just have to wait and see! Thanks for telling me about that song, it actually helped me get over some writers block in this story! Enjoy the chapter!

T: Haha! Thanks for the review!

Bananacupcakes: first of all: I love your name! second: I plan to: ] thanks for the review!

TheHeartNeverLies442: It makes me happy to know you're hooked: ] OH yes, that's about right, though they cause a little more trouble than that… I'm glad! Thanks for the review! Enjoy!

Fudge: er…sorry? But she's adjusting to the Argonauts it'll take her sometime but she'll get used to them and gain a larger part in the story and a more assertive character—as she does in the Canon.

WitchOfDarkness13: Now that you mentioned neon green I have the urge to write Ron in with various horrible-Harry-charmed hair colors:] Thanks for the review!

Kimberly: I'm glad: ] by the way, the name 'Kimberly' was Tracey's original name: ] haha! Thanks!

Hpswst101: He likes Neville, but I'll take your suggestion on the others just substitute Draco for Nev.

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