A/N- I finally resisted a cliffhanger in this chapter. Aren't you all
proud! It looks like I was a little too ambitious with my review hopes for
last chapter- we hit the three day mark and the 85 mark at the same time!
Thank you for reviewing, and enjoy this chapter.
"I must go see to our prisoner. I will speak to you all later. It is also my duty to take ten points from Gryffindor for your disobedience, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. I hope you will learn your lesson." Dumbledore swept out of the room.
"Ron, that was bloody brilliant! You said that word for word to what you've been practicing since we found out." Harry said excitedly.
"Yes, it was quite good, Ron, but did you have to expose the fact we were here? We should have been in a lot more trouble then we are. I'm quite surprised that we didn't get detention, at the very least." Hermione had her lips pressed together, trying to hold off a smile.
"Aww, come on 'Mione, you know how much he's been wanting to say that." Harry admonished her. Her smile escaped at last, and the three friends started to grin at each other.
"You two need to go now. Harry needs to sleep." Remus said kindly. The three were startled. They had forgotten the adults were there.
"He must have burned more energy then he gained, the other night. I had to hold him down to lance his forehead, he was thrashing around so hard." Ron said with understanding, and no small grimace.
"How did you know what to do, Ron?" Hermione asked him as they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. "I didn't even know about Blood Snakes."
"My dad wanted me to be prepared, so he taught me." A devilish grin crossed his face. "Want to know something else I learned?"
"What?"
"There's a hidden broom cupboard right about- here!" He said, swinging the door, which was pretending to be a painting, open, and pulling Hermione in with him. Her giggle was abruptly ended when his lips came down on hers. 'Now this is more like what I pictured this year to be like." Ron thought happily as Hermione snuggled closer, her head tilted into a more inviting angle. 'I wondered when he was going to have the guts to do this.' Hermione thought at the same time.
For some reason, neither of them could wipe the grins off their slightly flushed faces when they went down for dinner. Not like anyone really doubted why.
Harry noticed immediately when he exited the hospital wing two days later that his best friends had become far more demonstrative. He was glad for them, since it was about time they let people know. He had been tired of keeping their secret. It also left him free to brood in quiet.
So much had changed this past year. Sirius free, his parents alive, his best friends dating, and, of course, Voldemort's rebirth. Can't forget that one. But maybe, just maybe, his parents might be able to tell him why Voldemort was so hell bent on killing him. He wasn't about to date anyone when his chances of leaving them were so high, and he wanted to know why he had to enforce such loneliness on himself. He didn't want anyone to cry over him the way Cho had cried over Cedric. There obviously had to be a reason why he was born with a target on his back. He slipped on his cloak, careful not to look over towards the broom cupboard that more then likely contained Ron and Hermione, and set off to find his parents.
They were sitting in the staff quarters that Dumbledore had allotted to them, and so when Harry knocked on the door, they promptly opened it.
"Take the cloak off, Harry. You aren't going to fool a previous owner of it." Laughter was heard from the corner that Lily was sitting in as a tousled head appeared, seemingly floating in mid air.
"Gee, and I thought I was so smart, too. Darn."
"James, sit down. You aren't all knowing yet, old man." Lily grinned.
"What's up, Harry? Or did you just decide to come and visit?" She looked like she obviously hoped that he had merely come for a visit. Harry didn't want to take that hopeful gleam from her eye, but he told the truth.
"Actually, I wanted to know a couple of things that only you guys know. Can you tell me about our family? I know next to nothing." He asked, changing his mind about his original question. His parents looked so happy, he didn't want to ruin their evening. Lily's eyes grew sad anyway, but it was more a remembrance of things lost then upset feelings. Impulsively, Harry slipped the cape off his shoulders, and walked over to her. He set his six foot tall frame down on her lap, and wrapped his arms around her. Surprised, her arms snaked around his sides and tightened into a bear hug.
"Mom, I haven't said it because of how much this is going to hurt if I wake up to find this a dream, but I love you. I've missed you two so much. Even when I thought you had died in a car crash." Silently James crossed over to them, and wrapped his arms around his wife and son. No one knew what the future was bringing. They all were living on borrowed time. But in this moment, they were a family. And no one was foolish to tangle with three fully-grown and trained Potters. That is, no one short of Voldemort himself.
Harry climbed off, and sprawled across the floor. He really hated the fact that he had missed so much. But now, he sat and listened to his father's deep voice, telling him the heritage he had thought was lost forever. Everything else could wait for morning.
A/N- See? No Cliffie! Yay for me! Same format as before. Except, this time, I'm going to get really ambitious here. Could I please have 95 reviews? I know you guys are up to it. Pretty please? Or I'll decide that cliffies are the best way to go. I'll post in three days regardless. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
-Celtic Ember
"I must go see to our prisoner. I will speak to you all later. It is also my duty to take ten points from Gryffindor for your disobedience, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger. I hope you will learn your lesson." Dumbledore swept out of the room.
"Ron, that was bloody brilliant! You said that word for word to what you've been practicing since we found out." Harry said excitedly.
"Yes, it was quite good, Ron, but did you have to expose the fact we were here? We should have been in a lot more trouble then we are. I'm quite surprised that we didn't get detention, at the very least." Hermione had her lips pressed together, trying to hold off a smile.
"Aww, come on 'Mione, you know how much he's been wanting to say that." Harry admonished her. Her smile escaped at last, and the three friends started to grin at each other.
"You two need to go now. Harry needs to sleep." Remus said kindly. The three were startled. They had forgotten the adults were there.
"He must have burned more energy then he gained, the other night. I had to hold him down to lance his forehead, he was thrashing around so hard." Ron said with understanding, and no small grimace.
"How did you know what to do, Ron?" Hermione asked him as they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. "I didn't even know about Blood Snakes."
"My dad wanted me to be prepared, so he taught me." A devilish grin crossed his face. "Want to know something else I learned?"
"What?"
"There's a hidden broom cupboard right about- here!" He said, swinging the door, which was pretending to be a painting, open, and pulling Hermione in with him. Her giggle was abruptly ended when his lips came down on hers. 'Now this is more like what I pictured this year to be like." Ron thought happily as Hermione snuggled closer, her head tilted into a more inviting angle. 'I wondered when he was going to have the guts to do this.' Hermione thought at the same time.
For some reason, neither of them could wipe the grins off their slightly flushed faces when they went down for dinner. Not like anyone really doubted why.
Harry noticed immediately when he exited the hospital wing two days later that his best friends had become far more demonstrative. He was glad for them, since it was about time they let people know. He had been tired of keeping their secret. It also left him free to brood in quiet.
So much had changed this past year. Sirius free, his parents alive, his best friends dating, and, of course, Voldemort's rebirth. Can't forget that one. But maybe, just maybe, his parents might be able to tell him why Voldemort was so hell bent on killing him. He wasn't about to date anyone when his chances of leaving them were so high, and he wanted to know why he had to enforce such loneliness on himself. He didn't want anyone to cry over him the way Cho had cried over Cedric. There obviously had to be a reason why he was born with a target on his back. He slipped on his cloak, careful not to look over towards the broom cupboard that more then likely contained Ron and Hermione, and set off to find his parents.
They were sitting in the staff quarters that Dumbledore had allotted to them, and so when Harry knocked on the door, they promptly opened it.
"Take the cloak off, Harry. You aren't going to fool a previous owner of it." Laughter was heard from the corner that Lily was sitting in as a tousled head appeared, seemingly floating in mid air.
"Gee, and I thought I was so smart, too. Darn."
"James, sit down. You aren't all knowing yet, old man." Lily grinned.
"What's up, Harry? Or did you just decide to come and visit?" She looked like she obviously hoped that he had merely come for a visit. Harry didn't want to take that hopeful gleam from her eye, but he told the truth.
"Actually, I wanted to know a couple of things that only you guys know. Can you tell me about our family? I know next to nothing." He asked, changing his mind about his original question. His parents looked so happy, he didn't want to ruin their evening. Lily's eyes grew sad anyway, but it was more a remembrance of things lost then upset feelings. Impulsively, Harry slipped the cape off his shoulders, and walked over to her. He set his six foot tall frame down on her lap, and wrapped his arms around her. Surprised, her arms snaked around his sides and tightened into a bear hug.
"Mom, I haven't said it because of how much this is going to hurt if I wake up to find this a dream, but I love you. I've missed you two so much. Even when I thought you had died in a car crash." Silently James crossed over to them, and wrapped his arms around his wife and son. No one knew what the future was bringing. They all were living on borrowed time. But in this moment, they were a family. And no one was foolish to tangle with three fully-grown and trained Potters. That is, no one short of Voldemort himself.
Harry climbed off, and sprawled across the floor. He really hated the fact that he had missed so much. But now, he sat and listened to his father's deep voice, telling him the heritage he had thought was lost forever. Everything else could wait for morning.
A/N- See? No Cliffie! Yay for me! Same format as before. Except, this time, I'm going to get really ambitious here. Could I please have 95 reviews? I know you guys are up to it. Pretty please? Or I'll decide that cliffies are the best way to go. I'll post in three days regardless. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
-Celtic Ember