Reverse of a Dark Future
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. She is a wonderful author and I love her Harry Potter books. I do not own any of the persons in this fic except for Morin Black. He's mine, I created him!
Spoilers: Um, book four and five. Only a bit though in the fourth book, and book five does not happen in this fic except that I mention some things and some creatures you should be aware about. Good if you have read up to book five. Book six or seven does not happen at all.
It's not spoilers, but I will warn you that all of the characters will be a bit different. The most major ones are Snape, Draco, the Weasley twins, Percy and Voldemort. Oh, and Harry will be a bit different, and I warn you it will be a bit mental abuse from the Dursleys directed to our little Harry.
And beware, because I am an evil girl and I have changed Voldemort's past!
Not everything will center on Harry, but most of the time it will together with Morin. Morin is involved in Harry's whole life and they will get close to each other. But some parts will be all Morin, but I will not make this fic so it will only be about Morin, don't worry.
Pairings: Slight pairing between Morin and Voldemort.
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EDITED 2010-01-13
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Chapter Nine: Padfoot Returns
Harry yawned as he walked towards the dungeon with Draco; it was in the beginning of March, a weekend and he had promised to help Draco with Potions. It had also become a habit of theirs to spend their time with Potions homework in the same room as Snape.
"Are you still sleeping or what?" the blonde asked.
"No," Harry said. "I just slept a bit bad."
"Bad how?"
"Nightmare?"
"Oh…"
"It's not a big deal," Harry said with a wave. "First nightmare in a long time."
Draco snuck a glance at the Gryffindor, but Harry was busy looking in his bag for something.
"What are you doing?" the Slytherin asked.
"I got a letter from Padfoot not so long ago," Harry said, using Sirius' nickname just in case. "He wants to know the next Hogsmeade weekend."
"Is he back in the country?" Draco whispered.
"Apparently," Harry whispered back. "I don't like it, but I really want to see him as well."
"Haven't sent the mirror yet?"
"He said it was too dangerous," Harry said with a frown. "But if I meet him I can give it to him."
The blonde nodded in agreement as they reached the potions classroom. Just as they were going to knock, the door opened and they almost knocked into Morin.
"Oh," the DADA professor said. "Good morning."
"Morning," Harry said. "What are you doing here?"
Morin held up a bottle with a grimace.
"Nutrient potion," he said. "Guess I wasn't that really good at eating. See you later."
With that, he swept pass them and up towards his own office. The two boys looked into the classroom just as Madam Pomfrey left, leaving Snape by his desk. He was rubbing his temples and was muttering something that sounded like 'Damn fool doesn't know when to eat…' The man looked up at them and snapped:
"Are you coming in or not?!"
"Aah, we're coming in!" both of them said and ran inside.
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Morin took a breath of relief as he closed the door to his chambers. Damn, maybe he should not go to Snape's classroom to get that potion. He put down the bottle of nutrient potion and drew out another bottle from his robes. It was small and held a black liquid inside. He looked at it with slight distaste and then downed it.
"I hate this shit," he said with a shudder. "Makes me want to puke."
After that he took the nutrient potion, knowing he could not eat anything more that day. The black potion would not allow it. He sighed and sat down.
"Alright, what to do now?"
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While Draco was doing the assignment in Potions Harry wrote a reply to his godfather. The next Hogsmeade weekend was two weeks from now, so Harry was happy that he might see his godfather again since that night in November.
Harry finished the letter and put it away. Snape looked up and said:
"Have you finished Potions before you even got here?"
"Yep," Harry said. "Maybe it's good for me to spend so much time with Morin; you get a lot of homework done then."
"Lucky you," Draco muttered. "I find myself playing chess with him or reading a magazine."
"Come on, Morin is a good lexicon if you need any help," the teen said with a chuckle. "Ask him anything, and he'll have an answer."
"Anything?" Draco asked with a raise of an eyebrow.
"He does have an answer, but sometimes not even himself knows how he came up with it," Harry admitted. "But he normally has the answer to any questions when it comes to homework."
"Looks like Mr Potter has found a good use of Morin," the potions master said, amused.
"And he's good company," Harry said with a cheeky smile.
"He's a good chess player," Draco said after a while.
"One of the best," Harry said. "He plays easy with me, and still wins."
"Both of you, continue," Snape said. "I'll make sure he will know how much you appreciate him."
Draco muttered something and continued with his Potions essay while Harry decided to read for the next DADA lesson.
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Sunday morning. The sun made the snow glister beautifully. Morin stood on the steps, dressed in his winter cloak, thin leather gloves that had a permanent warming spell to them and his now long hair spilling over his shoulders. He had a content smile on his lips as he basked in the pale sunlight.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Morin turned to the cold voice and came face to face with Igor Karkaroff. The Black only raised one elegant eyebrow and said:
"Who wouldn't?"
Karkaroff spat on the ground and continued:
"You think you can hide it anymore?"
"Hide what?" Morin asked.
"Your little connection with the Dark Lord," the man said with poison in his voice.
"My what?" Morin said. "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Don't joke with me," Karkaroff hissed. "You radiate of his aura, Black."
Morin looked over the grounds and then said:
"So what?"
"What?" the man asked, now confused.
"So what if I have a connection with Voldemort?" the older man said, not caring that Karkaroff flinched at the name.
"Your students would not like being taught by someone who associates with the Dark Lord," Karkaroff said with a cold smirk.
"I've had the connection with Voldemort since I was twelve," Morin said and rubbed his right arm. "And it's a mere blood oath between the two of us. A blood oath that makes a lot of trouble to him, and not me."
"And why is that?"
"Because with the blood oath he swore to never kill me," Morin said. "I said the same thing, but I can still kill him."
Karkaroff was not smiling anymore.
"And how come the Dark Lord can't kill you but you can kill him?" the man asked.
"I swore to never kill Tom Riddle," the Black said with a smile. "And I've always said that Tom Riddle and Voldemort are two different persons. Have a good day."
The older man turned to walk away. But then he stopped and turned around. He walked up to Karkaroff and said with a sickly sweet voice:
"And if you ever mention this little information to anyone, I will make Lord Voldemort's Crucios look like a newborn baby's tries at magic compared to my anger."
Karkaroff stood absolutely still even as Morin had entered the castle. After a while he said to himself:
"How did that man escape Azkaban? He's even worse than the Dark Lord himself…"
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Morin peeked into the Great hall and saw Snape, Draco and Harry as usual, this time sitting by the Gryffindor table. He stepped back, out from view and took a deep breath. He was not feeling too good this morning. The Black ran a shaking hand through his hair and decided to skip breakfast. He nearly ran from the hall.
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Harry looked up as he thought he felt a spike of Morin's aura. He looked intently at the door while the two others looked at him.
"Har?" Draco said finally.
The raven-haired boy turned back and said:
"Nothing… Thought I felt Morin's aura but I could be wrong."
Snape snapped his head up. He felt a fragment of the older man's aura as well. The potions master sighed and stood up while muttering:
"That man takes every chance to disobey Albus."
The potions master walked out from the hall, leaving the two students alone. Draco said after a while:
"Morin has skipped breakfast for several days now."
"Yeah," Harry said.
"He's getting skinny."
"He dare say was skinny from the beginning, Dray."
Their conversation was ended as Viktor came in with his brother. He looked around and came closer to them.
"Is it alright if we sit here?" he asked.
"Sure, go ahead," Harry said with a smile. "You're up early."
"Yeah," Viktor said and sat down. "Henry (A/N Viktor's brother's name) couldn't sleep thanks to that squid you have."
"That thing," Draco muttered, "he loves to annoy everyone. And now he got a whole ship to play with, how fun."
Henry shuddered and took a toast. He said quietly:
"Our headmaster was in a bad mood as well."
"Karkaroff?" Harry said. "Is he ever in a good mood?"
"He was in a really, really bad mood," Henry continued. "I saw him talking to your professor in Defence. Both looked angry."
"Yeah," the blonde said, "he can be pretty angry sometimes. But you don't wanna know what Morin did when I made his robes the Gryffindor colours."
"You never told me that," Harry said.
"I rather forget the whole damn thing, thank you very much."
"What did he do?" Viktor asked.
"He made all of my robes yellow," Draco said and dropped his head on the table with a 'thump'. "And refused to turn them back!"
"Yellow?" Harry asked as he tried to hold the laughter inside.
"Oh, don't laugh at me," Draco snapped. "And that was one of the more nicer things he does."
"What did he else do?" Henry asked.
"I don't know the details," the blonde said, "but I think he tortured my father."
"Why did he do that?" the older Bulgarian said with wide eyes.
"Because my father deserved it," Draco said and looked down at his toast. "Morin just paid back what my father had done on other people."
The conversation ended there, and Harry quickly steered the topic into the third task.
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Snape opened the door to Morin's chambers and looked inside. The living room was empty but the man's cloak and gloves together with the metal boots were discarded on the floor. Snape walked inside and peered into the bedroom.
Morin was lying on the bed and staring up on the roof to the four-poster bed.
"Morin," the potions professor growled.
As an answer Morin groaned and put a shaking hand to his clammy forehead.
"I don't know what's wrong with me Severus," the older man said. "I just feel horrible."
Snape sat down on the bed and removed Morin's hand. He put his own on the Black's forehead and said:
"You got a fever, Morin. How did you get it?"
"I don't know?" came the small answer.
"You know you can't afford getting sick!" Snape exploded.
"I'm sorry!"
Snape shook his head and removed Morin's thick robe. The said man whined and tried to take it back.
"No Morin! You're burning up!"
The DADA professor hugged his torso as he was left on the bed with his trousers and undershirt. The neck shirt had Snape already removed. Snape put down the clothes in an armchair and opened the cabinet next to the man's desk.
"Morin," he said and he heard a grunt as an answer. "How the hell did you come up with all these potions?"
"I made them?"
Snape narrowed his eyes as he took a look at them. He did not really like that Morin made potions that could be used in a battle. He removed a fever-reducer potion from the cabinet and moved to the bedroom.
"Drink this," he said and gave his colleague the bottle. "All of it, and no whining."
"I'm not a child," Morin muttered and downed the potion. He grimaced "Why cannot they ever taste good?"
Snape put the bottle down and said:
"I'm ordering breakfast for you."
"For Merlin's sake, don't," Morin moaned. "You want me to throw up on your robes or what?"
Snape's eyebrow twitched. The Black cowered a bit but continued:
"Please Severus. I just want some rest."
For the first time Snape noticed how tired Morin looked. The potions master sighed and took a comforter from the end of the bed. He laid it over Morin's slender body and said:
"Rest. We don't want you to get more sick."
The Black muttered 'We who?' and the younger man looked at him.
"If you get sick, I'm sure many would worry."
"Who?"
"Albus, me, Harry, Draco and their friends," Snape said. "Haven't you noticed that you're their favourite teacher?"
Morin blinked.
'Apparently not,' Snape thought.
"Just rest and we'll talk later."
The Black sank down against the pillows and closed his emerald eyes. Snape stood up but did not leave until Morin had fallen asleep. He leaned in and looked at the older man's face. The man looked much more peaceful now, his face relaxed as he let go of his worries. Snape let his eyes roam over the still figure and shook his head. He sometimes wondered why Albus did not take some of the responsibilities Morin had put on his own shoulders. Or at least get the Ministry of his back. Working the way Morin did was not good, and the Ministry did not really help.
The younger man sighed softly and waved his wand to darken the room. He then walked out to have a talk with Albus. After all, the old wizard was a bit overprotective over the Black and wanted to know if he was ill.
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The two weeks had soon passed and Harry found himself walking to the end of Hogsmeade together with Draco and George. Hermione and Ron was both sick with the flu that was harassing the school and Fred needed to sleep in. The two others had helped Harry pack some food to Sirius; chicken legs, bread and pumpkin juice. The food was currently in Harry's bag.
The weather was mild, and soon the three boys had shed their cloaks and thrown them over their shoulders. They were walking towards the foot of the mountain in whose shadow Hogsmeade laid. As they came around a corner of the street, they saw a big, shaggy black dog waited for them with some newspapers in its mouth. Harry grinned at the familiar shape, while Draco and George were a bit more hesitant.
The dog narrowed its eyes as it saw the blonde Slytherin but as it saw Harry laugh at something Draco said it relaxed slightly.
"Hi Sirius," Harry said as they reached to where the dog was.
The black dog sniffed at Harry's bag eagerly, wagged its tail at the raven-haired teen, then turned around and began to trot away from them. The three boys followed. While it was easy for Sirius with his four paws to climb the mountain, it was much harder for the three boys. Thanks to Harry's quick reflexes, he caught Draco before the blonde could fall down the mountain side. George walked the last after that, making sure they would not fall.
Finally the dog disappeared from sight, and into a narrow path. The boys squeezed through and came into a dimly lit cave. Draco's eyes widened with fear as he spotted Buckbeak the Hippogriff, but Harry just made him bow. The Hippogriff looked at them and then bowed back. George took Draco with him to pet the giant animal.
"Chicken!" Sirius exclaimed as he changed back to human shape.
He threw the newspapers into a corner of the cave and Harry handed him the bag.
"Thanks," the man said as he tore into a chicken leg. "I've been living on rats mostly. Can't attract that much attention you know."
"Sirius," the raven-haired teen said, "I'm happy to see you but why are you here?"
"Fulfilling my duty as your godfather," Sirius said as he gnawed at the chicken bone. "And I was worried about your last letter."
Harry's last letter had been in January but Harry could not find anything strange about that letter.
"You didn't have to," the teen said. "I'm well-protected."
"I just don't like that you're with Morin Black," Sirius said. "I got some information about that fellow."
"What kind of information?" George asked. "He's been nice to us all."
"More reason to be suspicious," Sirius muttered. "First of all, he lived with my family for a while."
"He did?"
"Yeah," the man said and took a bit of bread. "Morin Black is one year younger than my mother, Walburga Black. She always spoke so high about him. Damn, she loved to brag that the Morin Black had lived in the same house as her."
"When did he do that?" Harry asked.
"Rumours said his parents cut off all ties with him when he went to Hogwarts," Sirius continued. "After that, he spent the summers with the Black family, but no one except for Albus knows Morin Black's real family name."
"His parents cut off all ties with him?" Draco said. "Why?"
"He was sorted into Slytherin," the Black said. "I guess his parents weren't happy about that, because it only took them four hours to destroy his life."
The three boys were silent for a while, horror struck. Disown your son just because he was sorted into Slytherin? What kind of parents was that?
"That's why he said so," Harry mumbled suddenly.
"Said what?" Sirius asked as he took more bread.
"That he didn't know what was worse: having dead parents or having parents who don't even notice you," the raven-haired teen said and looked at his godfather.
"No matter what he says, how miserable and nice he may be," Sirius said after a while, "please, be careful around him."
"Just because he was friend with Voldemort?" Harry said angrily and got up from the sitting position he was in. "No one trusts him because he was friend with someone over fifty years ago."
"The Ministry could never prove if he was innocent after the first war," the Black said seriously.
"Why not?" George asked.
"Because he fled," Sirius said. "I honestly thought they would come with him to Azkaban, but then I heard the news."
"The news?"
"Morin Black disappeared right under the Ministry's nose," Sirius said and looked at Buckbeak. "Some said he died, and some said he was preparing the return of the Dark Lord."
"You don't know him," Harry said. "And the Ministry plant lies about him, saying he's dangerous!"
"Harry, I'm not saying that you should avoid him!" the man said. "I'm just saying you should be careful!"
"He's saved me countless times already," Harry said and looked deep into Sirius' eyes. "The first time he saved my life was the night my parents died."
"What?" Now the three humans were looking at him. At the silence, Buckbeak looked up, stopped eating and turned his head at them, blinking.
"I've had this dream all since I met Morin," Harry continued, looking at the three before staring on the ground. "I dreamed of mum, dad and a man I never recognized. In my dreams, or more like suppressed memories I guess, I hear mum and dad fight against Voldemort that night they did, but I also heard another voice who tells them to run with me. Someone who wants to buy me and my parents some time to run. Mum doesn't want to leave the voice. And I realized only recently who it was she didn't want to leave."
"Who?" Sirius said.
"The voice belonged to Morin," the boy said and looked at his godfather. "Sirius, Morin tried to protect us that night. But Voldemort got to him before that."
"Got to him before that?" the man repeated, his appetite gone.
"The nightmare I had two weeks ago, Dray," Harry said and the blonde nodded. "I saw what happened to Morin. Not all, in fact only for a moment when mum must have tried to get down, but enough to convince me he's not on Voldemort's side."
"What did you see then?" George asked carefully.
"Crucio," the boy whispered. "I saw Morin get tortured with Crucio. He must have been under the spell for so long that blood came out from his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. And his screams were so horrible to listen on, even if they only lasted for a few moments before mum covered my ears. He wasn't on Voldemort's side, Sirius. The scene was too brutal for that."
The three stared at the boy. Harry looked at the Hippogriff and continued:
"He doesn't want to hurt me, Sirius."
The man was silent and just looked at his godson. Harry blushed a bit and said:
"I also think I called him something when I was little."
"You've been having dreams about your time with James and Lily?" Sirius asked.
"Just a few," Harry said. "And most of them center on the blurry man that's Morin. It could be because I've met him now."
"What do you think you called him?" Draco asked.
"… I think I called Morin for 'Uncle'. And he always seemed so annoyed about it while mum and dad just laughed at him."
"You didn't even call me or Remus that," Sirius whispered.
"It means Morin was with mum and dad more than you two knew," Harry said. "I just wonder why he was there."
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Morin looked up from his book as Snape entered. He tossed down a few parchments on the Black's desk and said:
"Some papers from the Ministry."
"What do they want this time?" Morin said with a sigh.
The potions master stood still as Morin read the papers. The older man pinched his nose and put the papers down.
"What was it about?" Snape asked.
"They want an 'interview' about the incident with the goblet of fire," Morin said.
"They can't just pick out one professor and want that," Snape hissed.
"I know so they have picked out a few," Morin said. "They just want to have something on me."
"But you didn't do anything, right?"
"And why would I want a fourteen-year old boy in the Tri-wizard Tournament? I'm not that evil," Morin said with a huff. "And I'm sure Harry didn't want to be in there as well."
"Do you know who could have put it in?" the younger man asked.
"No, not yet," Morin said. "No one on the castle is able to make the Dark magic I felt around the goblet. Well, everyone except for me so that makes me a suspect."
"Any Death Eaters who can make it?"
"Many, but most of them is in Azkaban," Morin said and rubbed his chin. "The magic felt so familiar, but I can't pinpoint it."
Snape looked at the man. He had dark circles under his eyes and his skin was more pale than usual.
"Are you feeling well, Morin?"
"Not really," Morin answered. "I guess stress can make anyone go insane."
"You need to make Albus take the Ministry off your back."
"After this interview," Morin said. "If I don't go, they will try remove me from the castle."
"How are you so sure?"
"You're talking to an ex-Auror. I know."
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George and Draco had already moved on to walk back but Harry and Sirius stayed behind for a moment. Harry gave Sirius the mirror and the man looked at it.
"Are you sure?" Sirius asked.
"Sure I'm sure," Harry replied. "This way, we can talk more."
Sirius ruffled Harry's hair and put the mirror in his robe carefully.
"Now, promise me to be careful," the man said.
"I promise."
"You won't do any stupid Gryffindor-stunts?"
"No more than you do," the boy said cheekily.
Sirius huffed and said:
"I'll walk you guys back to the road."
With that he changed into the black dog and they left the cave. Draco and George stood not far away.
"It's almost five," the blonde said.
"We better hurry then."
The trip back was a lot faster and soon they had to say goodbye to the dog. Harry stroke the fur and smiled before running after the redhead and the blonde.
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Morin poked on his food at dinner while looking over the hall. The tables were half-full, as some had already eaten dinner. His green eyes roamed over the Gryffindor table and locked with another pair of green eyes.
Harry was staring at him. Morin cooked his head and raised an eyebrow. The teen shrugged apologetically and smiled up at him. The Black raised the eyebrow higher, and the teen slumped his shoulders in defeat. As usually, he could not lie to the DADA professor; not even in a staring contest. Harry mouthed 'It's nothing' to the DADA professor and turned his head as Fred whispered something to him.
"Having a staring-contest?" Albus asked and Morin snapped his head to his right.
"No," he said calmly. "Just lost in thoughts."
"Care to enlighten me in what thoughts?" the headmaster said as he took a sip of his goblet.
"The Ministry," Morin said and he felt Albus' aura flare in anger.
"Those idiots," the old wizard muttered. "Can't even leave a poor man alone."
"Am I that poor man, Albus?"
"Maybe you are."
The Black picked up his fork again and Dumbledore said:
"I'm going to speak with Cornelius Morin. He has no right interviewing my teachers without my permission or without my presence."
The younger man, though not young, looked startled at the headmaster.
"You're not alone in this," he said. "Don't worry."
Morin's shoulders seemed to have been released by a big burden when Harry snuck a glance at the man later on.
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Classes took up much of Harry's time all until Easter. He took every chance he could to speak with Sirius, but did not let the man convince him Morin was dangerous. So show the older man was not dangerous Harry talked to his godfather on one of the occasions he was in Morin's office. The man had only glanced up and then continued with grading essays, absently pulling at the sleeves of his robe as he read. Sirius had accepted that the man was nice enough towards the raven-haired teen.
When Easter began Harry was sitting in Morin's office as usual. For once he was reading a book of his own choice, and not some homework. With Hermione's help, Harry had finished most of the homework early. The last few could wait a day or two. He was just sitting absorbed in his book about defence Remus had given him when it knocked on the door. Morin stood up and walked over to it. He opened it and looks at his visitor.
"Harry's here," he said lightly. "I think he would like that you came in."
"Have you told him?"
"Nope."
Remus Lupin opened the door fully as he shook his head in amusement while Morin backed. The older man winked and said:
"Aah, need to go to Poppy for my weekly examination."
With that, he snuck out and left Remus and Harry alone. The werewolf smiled as he noticed Harry was too absorbed in the book to even notice him. He closed the door and said:
"Hello Harry."
The boy looked up, startled. He dropped the book as he recognized the person in front of him.
"Professor?"
"I'm not a professor anymore," Remus corrected. "Call me Remus, and give me a hug."
Harry grinned and got up. Remus was amazed by the teen's strength as two slender arms hugged his middle tightly.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked with delight.
"Albus wanted me over for Easter," Remus said, "and he said I could help Morin a bit with his younger classes. The poor man is not so good with dangerous animals I'm afraid."
"So you're staying longer?!"
"For the rest of the year," Remus answered. "I won't have you in class but you can visit me."
Harry bounced around in the room, grinning. Then he remembered something and calmed down.
"Remus…?"
"Yes?"
"Have you spoken to Padfoot recently?" Harry asked.
"… No," the werewolf answered. "I haven't gotten the chance."
Harry went and locked the door before pulling out the mirror. He tapped on it twice with his wand, so it would alert Sirius. Soon the man's face showed up.
"Hi," the boy said to his godfather. "I got someone you would like to talk to."
He gave the mirror to Remus, who turned it up and widened his eyes.
"Remus?!" Sirius' voice shouted. "Is it really you?"
"Yes," he said and sank down on a chair. "It's me. Harry, where did you get this?"
"Christmas gift," Harry said. "I told you about my new friends, right?"
The man nodded.
"Well, Pansy gave me those," the Gryffindor said with a grin. "I gave one to Sirius, so we could talk more often."
"Harry, where are we?" Sirius asked.
"In Morin's office," the teen answered as he stepped up next to Remus to look into the mirror. "He had to go and left us alone."
Sirius beamed up at Remus, who was smiling back. Harry returned to his book as the two friends began to speak.
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"Your health is good for now," Madam Pomfrey said as she lowered the wand. "But I still want you to take the nutrient potion once a week."
"Do I really need to?" Morin asked.
"Yes," the witch said. "You are eating but not enough. And Severus said you're trying to skip breakfast."
"Bloody traitor…" the Black muttered under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing," he replied and waved his hand. "What does her Highness want me to do else?"
"Breakfast, lunch and dinner," she said sternly as she walked to the cabinet not far from the bed. "Doesn't matter where you eat these meals, the main point is that you eat three meals a day."
"I think I can manage that," the man said and sat up.
"It's for your own good," the witch said. "And Severus said he had your potion ready."
"Great," Morin muttered as he got up from the bed.
"You should only need it once or twice more," she said more gently. "You know what it's there for."
"Yes I do know that, but I can't understand why I need to get Tom's blood out of my body."
"He possessed you once with help of that," Madam Pomfrey said. "Severus was witness to that. The blood connection is too dangerous."
Morin just nodded and left. He knew it was not good for him to have a blood connection with Tom Riddle. It meant he had one with Voldemort as well. But when he searched his heart he did not want anyone to remove the blood from him. He felt like the blood, while it was indeed a curse, it could also become a blessing and a saving. Voldemort had possessed him once; could not Morin reverse that?
Tbc…
EDITED 2010-01-13
Until later,
Ja,
Tiro