Chapter Twenty-five: Prophecies and Promises

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Kailey's Point of View:

Not that I had seen Keena or even Sirius very often during the weeks prior to their being fired, but I still missed their presence in the castle. It had been nice knowing that there had been adults to turn to if I needed help or just wanted to rant about something or someone. Harry was taking their departure very hard. He kept saying that it had all been his fault for going into my dad's pensieve.

"Harry, for the hundredth time, this isn't your fault!" Hermione had finally declared one morning between the common room and the Great Hall. "They're adults and they knew what they were getting themselves into."

The only thing her words had accomplished was getting Harry to shut his mouth for a while. He'd still been grouchy, ignoring the rest of us the entire time at breakfast as well as throughout most of our classes that day.

I had thought he'd get out of his funk if he could just have some sense knocked into him over the Easter holidays. But I had forgotten that Quidditch practice was mandatory and since Harry was still on the team he would have to remain at the castle, as would Ron and the twins. This hadn't been an issue last year since Quidditch had not been on at all.

When the subject had been brought up, Hermione had stated her intention of staying at the castle as well so that she didn't fall out of her study patterns. Not wanting to go home in case the custody issue hadn't resolved itself yet, which I couldn't even write to anyone about for fear that Umbridge would intercept it, I found myself planning to remain at Hogwarts too.

It was two days before the Easter holidays were set to begin when Alianna demanded my attention outside of the Great Hall after dinner.

"Hi Harry," she grabbed me by the arm and gave her cousin a pointed look. "Bye Harry!"

She didn't say anything to me, but tugged on my arm, leading me away from the other three. I cast a confused look behind me but Harry only shrugged in reply. Shaking my head, I turned back to face forward as Alianna led me up a set of stairs. It wasn't until we were outside of the tutoring classroom that I realized where she was leading me to.

"Ali, what is it?" I asked as she finally slowed down to a mere sprint.

She didn't answer right away, but she did open the door and pull me inside before shutting it tightly. She marched over to the door to Keena's closed office and muttered the password that the house elves had let the five of us in on a week ago after things had cooled down some with Umbridge. Once we were finally inside the locked office, she turned to face me, her face a picture of worry.

"I had a dream," she stated.

"Okay…?"

"You know what kind I mean, Kailey," she grumbled, giving me an annoyed look.

"I do, but you'll need to be more specific anyway," I replied, taking a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk.

"Well it didn't make any sense," she answered, sitting down beside me. "But they almost never do. This one was about dad, though."

"What happened to him?" I asked, trying to keep my expression as blank and receptive as possible. I didn't want to give her any ideas prematurely.

"He…he fell," her lips trembled, but she kept her eyes trained on my face. "He was falling when a woman got in the way. I didn't recognize her."

"A woman got in the way?" I repeated slowly.

"Yes, I was hoping you might know her if I could describe her right," she nodded, fisting her hands in her robes. "She was pale and…delicate looking I suppose. She was familiar, like I have seen her face somewhere but I haven't. At least, not her face more like…like…" she floundered for a moment and I waited patiently. "Like the way I look like dad, but I don't look like him. When we stand beside each other, you can tell I'm his daughter, but when mum is there you can tell it's her that I look like."

I stayed quiet, a frown creeping its way onto my face. I understood what she meant exactly, but I couldn't think of a woman who matched the description.

"She dove in the way?" I checked again.

"Yes."

"And did she…?"

"She fell through an archway, but I didn't understand if that was real or a metaphor."

"Like a veiled archway?"

Alianna's face fell.

"It is real, then?"

"Well, yeah I suppose but I don't know who this woman is…can you describe anything else about her?"

She frowned at me and then looked away. Her eyes became unfocused as she thought to herself for a moment before they glazed over completely. When she spoke, her voice echoed slightly and didn't sound quite like herself.

"They were raised in the same way, though she took one path and he the other, and yet both will find themselves on the same side in that moment and she will remember her old lessons; to be successful is to leave a mark," she drew a breath, but was not finished. "She will see his daughter and her jealousy shall consume her; why does her son not make his mark the way his young daughter already has? And she will see the answer and know the solution and bravery will for the first time enter her heart, courage will lead her mind and death will shroud her in a Veil, for though courage will consume her, it was her selfishness that led her there."

She stopped speaking abruptly and I stared at her, half-shocked and half-impressed. She blinked her eyes slowly three times before shaking her head hard.

"I'm sorry, Kailey, I can't remember what she looks like."

"Ali…do you even know what you just did?"

"Huh?" she looked up at me with her gray-blue eyes and cocked her head to the side.

"You just…you gave a prophecy," I whispered, afraid that saying it any louder would attract more attention to it. Her eyes grew wide. "Don't you remember it at all?"

"No…but mum and dad warned me that that might happen," she answered softly, looking at her hands as though they held the answer. "What did I say?"

I thought it over, not because I didn't remember, but because I wasn't sure if she should be told. She had just predicted a woman's death, not that she hadn't already Seen it, but I had a feeling this made it all the more permanent. Her visions weren't always true, but they weren't often spoken either.

"Just a lot about courage and selfishness and something about a man with a daughter and a woman with a son…" I trailed off and shrugged. "It was a little weird, Ali. But I don't think you need to worry about it."

She looked at me doubtfully before shaking her head.

"If you say so," she said quietly before sniffing. "I wish I could talk to mum and dad, though."

I watched with narrowed eyes as she rubbed the back of her right hand.

"Ali, Umbridge hasn't found any sort of reason to give you a detention, has she?" I asked in my best impression of my dad's no-nonsense tone.

"Not yet, but only because I can See it when she's about to try," she answered truthfully. "Kailey, I'm scared."

"Don't be; being afraid only let's her win," I replied firmly before letting one corner of my mouth turn up in a smile. "Besides, do you really think Harry would let her take you in?"

"That's part of why I've been avoiding it," she said, her voice going up a pitch. "He would get so worked up that he would transform!"

"Transform?" I blinked. "But he hasn't even tried to transform into his animagus yet; he still can't clear his mind enough to do it."

"Well, whenever I See myself in detention, I See him getting mad enough that he just changes shape. Can that even happen?"

"I don't...know," I frowned, thinking about the limited facts that I knew about the potion involved with the transformation. "I suppose since some of the ingredients are affected by body temperature it's possible. But I think that would depend heavily on what kind of animal he was."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, her Ravenclaw tendencies overshadowing her concerns for the moment.

"I mean when James gets angry, he isn't as likely to transform to work his temper off because his animal is a stag, and they are generally considered gentle and timid creatures," I began slowly, thinking about the irony of Lily being a doe considering how her temper affected her. "But Sirius is a dog, a canine, which means he might prefer it if he could transform to work off his anger. Keena would be even more likely to do that since she's a full predator. I think it would also have to do with when the potion was taken. The ingredients have probably worked their way out of everyone's systems except for your mom and Harry at this point."

"But mum was furious over the summer, remember?"

I chuckled under my breath.

"Which time?"

Alianna rolled her eyes at me.

"That time when Professor Dumbledore came to the house and the next day mum and dad got married? Remember she yelled loud enough to wake us all up?" she insisted.

"Oh, that time," I nodded. "Maybe she has wicked good restraint?" I suggested after a moment of thought. "And let's be honest, Harry doesn't have all that great of restraint."

She smiled at that, shaking her head.

"No, he doesn't," she sobered up after a moment. "But maybe he should."

"Someday, he'll get it figured out," I shrugged. "But do you know what animal he changes into?"

The smile grew back on her face. I was about to open my mouth to ask when she turned on her heel and bolted from the room. Shocked, I didn't move for a full ten seconds before my brain told me to chase after her.

"No fair! You cheated!" I yelled out to her retreating form as she sprinted down the corridor.

Her answering laughter only made me run faster.

Keena's Point of View:

No letters either to or from my daughter since leaving Hogwarts. None from my nephew either. I wasn't surprised, but I was upset. Alianna was coming home for Easter but according to Severus the rest of the kids were staying at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron had Quidditch and Hermione and Kailey claimed that they wanted to study. I sighed; it was probably better that way.

Sirius wasn't around the house much, taking up missions whenever he could. He hated being forced back into his parents' house again. He had asked why we weren't all back at Potter Mansion the second day we had been back, after his mother's portrait's screaming had woken the entire house that morning.

"I dunno mate," James had said. "It's just Dumbledore's orders."

And so we were all inmates.

Well, not all of us. Only Lily and James were explicitly told to remain in the house. Tonks, who had moved in, left for work every morning and Sirius and Remus usually went off on some secret mission or other. Molly had been dropping by to give Lily and James company and she was now more than happy to be able to see Aradia more often as well. Various members of the Order were always dropping by, but few stayed beyond leaving a note or message behind.

Dumbledore only communicated via Fawkes-ing now, since the phoenix's magic was untraceable. He had left a message for me and Sirius the third night after we had arrived, expressing his extreme disappointment with the two of us. I had ripped the letter in two and returned it to Fawkes. The phoenix had trilled a calming note at me before departing.

Here I was now, though, a stay at home mother. In some ways, it was a blessing. Aradia was eight months old now. Whenever she was put onto the floor, whether in the crib or in the kitchen, she would take the chance to crawl as far as she possibly could. She was my main focus most of the time. Even when there was an Order meeting going on, she'd have most of my attention.

"Keena," I jerked as Lily called my name.

"Yes?" I asked, looking away from Aradia who was experimenting with standing up in her crib during a meeting two weeks after our arrival in Grimmauld Place.

"You didn't even hear what I said, did you?" Bill accused from across from me.

"No, I suppose I didn't, sorry," I blushed, sitting up straight. "What was it we were discussing?"

"How in Merlin's beard did you ever become an Auror?" Moody grunted from his seat. "You have absolutely no attention span. Who passed you?"

"Hey, it was before she had a kid, Mad-Eye," Nickie replied, rolling her eyes. "Give me a break."

"Do dark wizards take breaks, Dale?" Moody challenged.

"Here we go," Orion muttered, rolling his eyes.

"No, they most certainly don't! Why did I bother wasting my time drilling your brains if you were just going to forget everything I said the minute I retired!" he growled, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Mad-Eye, but this isn't filling me in on what I missed," I interrupted before he could really work himself up.

"We were talking about where we think Voldemort could strike next," James replied. "And Bill was asking you if you could go and help him put up those extra strong wards around a few of the Gringotts owned buildings."

"What extra strong wards?" I asked, looking back at Bill and frowning.

"The ones we developed," Lily prodded. "Remember?"

"The ones that the Ministry never approved?"

"Yes, Keena, the only ones we invented," Remus answered. "What's gotten into you today?"

"I said I was sorry," I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Bill, I can help you with those."

"Brilliant," he smiled. "D'you suppose we could start tomorrow afternoon?"

"Let me check my calendar," I stated dryly. "Of course I can, Bill, it won't be a problem at all."

"Shouldn't you check and see someone can stay with the baby?" Emmeline Vance asked before shaking her head and glancing at Lily and James. "Never mind, forget I asked."

The entire table shifted uncomfortably. James wasn't exactly quiet about his discontent.

"I think we should look into moving Headquarters," Sirius stated abruptly.

"After all the time we spent trying to make this place inhabitable?" Molly demanded.

"Isn't that something we should let Dumbledore decide on?" Dedalus Diggle suggested timidly. "Or at least wait until more of the Order can come to these meetings?"

"Don't you think You-Know-Who's forces have caught onto the fact that we're in London by now?" Sirius pointed out before anyone else could get a word in. "I'm not saying we should stop having meetings here, but I don't think this should be the only Headquarters that we have. Don't you all remember what happened last time?"

"What 'appened last time?" Fleur was now coming to meetings whenever Bill did. We all suspected but no one said anything, fearing Molly's wrath.

"Our Headquarters was attacked last time," James explained quietly, his eyes far away.

I looked away from the others. That first attack on Potter Mansion happened when there hadn't even been a meeting going on. But we had still lost our mother.

"Sirius is right, we shouldn't keep everything in one place," Jeremy agreed from beside Lexi. "I know we have some safe houses, but I don't think that's enough."

"But where else could we go?" a turquoise-haired Tonks asked, frowning. "Potter Mansion has already been attacked again. No one else in the Order has a house as big."

"It doesn't need to be big," Remus disagreed, shaking his head. He hardly had any grey hairs left now. "It just needs to be well protected."

"Bigger would be better though," Emmeline inserted. "That way we could fit as many people as we needed to at a time between here and wherever else we choose. Doesn't McGonagall have a house in Hogsmeade? We could probably check that out."

"I don't think we should be that close to the school," Amanda replied. "Could you imagine what would happen if You-Know-Who tried to attack us there?"

"But we'd be that much closer if he went for Hogwarts," Elphias Doge argued.

"As if they could get into Hogwarts in the first place," Nickie rolled her eyes.

"Sirius, you got into the castle a few years ago, didn't you?" Lexi asked, leaning forward to look at my husband. "I remember reading about it."

"I used a secret passage way," he nodded, lying through his teeth. "But I sealed it last year before everything started happening."

"Lupin, why didn't you seal it all up before he got in?" Moody demanded.

"I told him I had done it," I replied. "What does it matter now? They're sealed. You'd be hard pressed to get into that castle. Especially since that break out."

"Do you have any new leads on any of their whereabouts?" Lily asked, looking around at the current Aurors.

"Not a thing," Kingsley answered sadly. "If we could just start sending out raids again like we did a few years ago…" he trailed off, nodding at Arthur.

"Fudge is saying the raids should never have been done in the first place," he sighed. "Says they were prejudiced against the old families, but who else has any ill intentions towards muggles?"

"If Fudge were a practical, reasonable man, we wouldn't be underground," Damien pointed out while Amanda nodded.

Aradia gave a loud shriek from her crib. A few of the members chuckled and I stood up to get her.

"Well said, kid," Moody grunted before sighing. "I think we should call it a night. Everyone should start thinking of a good back-up location and we'll bring it up to Dumbledore when we next hear from him."

The group agreed to the plan and the meeting ended there.

Bill came back late the next morning, bringing Fleur with him again.

"Are you coming with us, Fleur?" I asked, secretly hoping the answer was negative.

"No, Profess-air, I am seem-ply 'ere to see if I can be of any help wiz ze baby," she answered, looking past me to Lily, who was holding Aradia. "Since ze train will be coming zis afternoon and Bill did not think of it until zis morning," she grinned at Bill who gave me a guilty shrug.

"I didn't know who would be staying behind while someone went to get Alianna," he replied.

"Oh Merlin, she's coming home today, isn't she?" I shook my head.

"D'you want to reschedule?" he asked, frowning.

"No, it's fine. Unless you're going somewhere today?" I asked as Sirius entered the room with Remus, both of them dressed in heavy cloaks.

"You really weren't paying attention last night, were you?" Sirius laughed.

"We're heading to one of the northern werewolf camps," Remus answered. "We've promised a group up there that they can have some Wolfsbane in exchange for neutrality."

"They don't want the Aconite?" Bill asked surprised.

"It's not available to the public yet," Remus shook his head. "They've promised that if we give them three months supply of Wolfsbane that they'll stay neutral and then, once the Aconite is available, they'll get that dose and neutrality won't be an issue anymore."

"So who can go pick Alianna up?" I asked, staying focused on the current problem.

"What am I? Flobberworm guts?" James huffed.

"James, you know what Dumbledore said," Lily said gently.

"We're not convicts, Lily, no one would bother us."

"Is that a risk you're willing to take with your niece?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He didn't reply.

"What if I went to fetch 'er? Would zat be alright?" Fleur interrupted before an awkward silence could ensue. "I would not mind."

"That would be great, Fleur, thank you," I smiled.

"Eet will be my pleasure," she smiled in reply.

With the crisis averted, we parted ways.

Bill took me to several locations that were owned by the goblins. Gringotts was protected beyond anything I could deal with, but apparently the same was not true for the smaller buildings that they had at their disposal. The shops and apartments that they rented out to witches and wizards were not as easily protected by dragons after all.

"So, Bill, what's going on between you and Fleur?" I asked after teaching him the three strongest protection charms that Lily, Remus and I had invented.

"Er," he paused, flourishing his wand for a moment to buy some time. "She's…special. I mean, she moved over here to be with me."

"Oh? So it wasn't to 'eemprove 'er Eenglish'?" I teased.

He turned Weasley red.

"I guess the more important question is, does Molly know yet?" I laughed, sweeping my wand in a wide arc.

"You won't tell her, will you?" he asked, sounding alarmed. "I don't think she much likes Fleur. I want them to have time to grow on one another."

"Bill, do you really think I want to incur that kind of wrath from your mother of all people?" I smirked, shaking my head. "Absolutely not."

He blew out a relieved breath and turned back to face the building.

"I reckon that'll do it," he said with a nod. "And now that I know the spells I'll be able to do them on my own next time."

"Good, glad that I could teach you one more thing."

"How d'you think they're all doing?" he asked quietly, referring to his school-aged siblings.

I sighed.

"We'd better get back to the house before my brother teaches my daughter something that her father forgot about."

Kailey's Point of View:

"Good morning, Kailey," Harry greeted, sinking down in the couch beside me. "And Happy Easter."

"Happy Easter," I replied, yawning hugely.

"Another nightmare?"

"Yes, but not the same as usual, this one had to do with…never mind," I shook my head and looked at him. "What?"

"C'mon, Kailey, you can't just open up like that and then not tell me," he rolled his eyes.

"You're one to talk, Harry," I retorted. "You've been moping around ever since Keena and Sirius left the school. It's not like you went to talk to them very often anymore."

He frowned at me.

"You mean you think that's what's been bothering me?" he said slowly.

But I frowned back at him.

"Uh…yeah? It's not?"

"Well, yeah it did, but that's not all of it…you really don't know?" he looked at me with disbelief.

"I really don't," I shook my head.

"Huh, and here I was just thinking you didn't care about that," he mused, shaking his own head. "Well I s'pose I should let you in on it then. You are no longer the only one who's spent some time in the past."

I blinked at him for a moment. Then for another long moment.

"And how did you manage to do that?" I asked quietly when I thought my vocal chords could handle conversation.

"When I was in your dad's office for remedial potions," he paused and I nodded for him to continue. "He had to leave to get Montague out of that toilet on the fourth floor, you remember?"

"Yeah, the bathrooms on that floor still aren't open," I nodded.

"Right, well, your dad had a pensieve on the desk…" he trailed off and gave me an embarrassed smile.

"Congratulations, Harry, you've done what braver men have failed to do; you've entered into the confines of my father's brain," I rolled my eyes. "What's that got to do with time travel?"

"Well, my dad and your dad were fighting—"

"Shocker."

"—and Keena got hit with something and she kind of landed on me."

"I didn't think that could happen in pensieve…" I frowned at him.

"Neither did I, but since neither of us were in our proper time we kind of…broke time?"

I thought this over for a minute.

"And you're only telling me this now?"

"You never asked!"

"I didn't think I'd have to! I thought I was your best friend?" I gave him a look, which he returned with interest. "What's this got to do with why you're so upset?"

He dropped the look and sighed.

"What happened while you were there?" I asked, frowning.

"My grandfather died," he said quietly, his eyes far away.

"Oh," I didn't know what else to say.

"I mean, I knew that he was—is dead, and so is my grandmother but…I was actually with Keena and Sirius and my dad when they found out. Did you know Keena ran away after it happened? She thought it was her fault."

"I know the feeling," I murmured, inching closer to him and wrapping an arm around his torso. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I think so," he answered, leaning closer to me for a moment. "But Keena also promised to not let anything like that ever happen again…except it did. She promised not to let my parents leave and they still left!"

I didn't respond, it's not as though he would have listened. I just sat with him in a half-hug on the couch. Somehow I doubted anything I said was going to convince him at all. He needed to talk to his parents and soon.

It was beginning to look like Fred and George would get their excuse to leave Hogwarts after all. I only hoped that Angelina wouldn't kill me.

By the end of the Easter holidays, I had recruited Fred and George. I had warned them that this may interfere with the completion of schooling and, as a result, being kicked off the Quidditch team.

"Rest assured, Kailey," Fred had said. "That even we believe that there's more to life than Quidditch."

"Not much more, mind," George had added hastily. "But still."

"Thanks, guys," I had grinned. "In exchange I think I can keep the color pink out of the castle for the remainder of the year."

"With that one potion that went wrong?" their eyes had widened, but I had walked away without answering them. No sense in ruining the surprise.

Now, however, I was in the common room with the other three discussing career options.

"Kailey, look at this one," Hermione said excitedly, waving a pamphlet in the air. "St. Mungo's is looking for skilled brewers to help make the potions needed for the hospital."

"I dunno about that, Hermione," I replied, looking away from her and back at the pile she had already handed me. "I don't like hospitals. And what would happen if I made a mistake in one of the potions?"

"I think you'd know before you finished brewing," Ron pointed out.

"Not always," I disagreed shaking my head. "Some potions just don't turn out right. Besides, the hours are probably horrible."

"What makes you say that?" Harry asked, glancing up from the pamphlet he was reading about broomstick making.

"Most potions require hours to set and if you're even a few seconds late in getting back to it, it can go bad," I answered with a shrug. "The larger the dose, the more time it takes. Making potions for St. Mungo's probably means large doses."

"So you'd be getting up in the middle of the night to go to work?" Ron asked, frowning. I nodded. "Keep that leaflet away from me."

Harry snickered and Hermione rolled her eyes, dropping the pamphlet into the (large) pile of rejects.

"C'mon, Hermione, this is Ron who was talking," I grinned.

She looked thoughtful at the idea and Ron rolled his eyes this time.

"Hey, Harry," George came up behind us.

"We heard you needed some help?" Fred finished, coming around to sit on Harry's other side.

Keena's Point of View:

It was that awkward time in the afternoon. Everyone had finished lunch and now we were waiting for dinner. Remus was sitting at the kitchen table, scanning the articles in the Daily Prophet for news about werewolves, occasionally looking up to make a crack with James and Sirius as they tried to outdo one another with old stories. Lily and I were listening in, offering corrections whenever we thought necessary. Aradia was napping in her crib.

"We did the platypus prank during Amanda's career advice meeting," Sirius was saying.

"No, we served detention during Amanda's meeting," Remus corrected without looking up. "The platypus prank was during Nickie's turn."

"I thought the squid prank was during Nickie's turn?" James asked, confused.

"You lot pulled that one during my meeting," Lily interrupted before Sirius or Remus could speak up. "But I thought the nose prank was during Nickie's meeting?"

"That was Wormtail's that we did that one for," I replied, shaking my head.

"What did we do during Amanda's?" Sirius asked, frowning and rubbing his neck.

Before anyone could answer, there was a cough from the fireplace.

"Harry!" Lily cried out in surprise. "What are you doing? How are you?"

"Er…well I s'pose Sirius and Keena have told you about what happened?" he suggested mildly, his head balancing in the green flames. "I just thought I could maybe…ask you about some of it? It's been bothering me."

"Of course Harry," James answered immediately, going forward and sitting by the fireplace. "You can always talk to us."

My nephew bit his lip uncertainly for a moment.

"Is it about your grandfather?" Lily asked gently.

"No," he shook his head. "Well, not really, not this time. It was more something about what Keena had…promised."

"I promised that I would do all within my power to save them," I answered, frowning for a moment. Then my mind cleared.

"You want to know why nothing changed," Remus finished with certainty.

Harry nodded shyly.

"Why was do I still remember growing up with the Dursleys and everything else that's happened? Shouldn't it be different?"

The others all looked at one another before their eyes landed on me. I was the only one who had known when changes had occurred.

"Harry, things did change. If you ask Kailey, she'll tell you," I answered. He looked confused so I continued. "In your first year, Remus and I came to your matches and after you fought Quirrell. But when Kailey first went through Hogwarts, I didn't exist yet. Not fully, anyway. If she remembers me from before third year, I'd be very surprised."

"So she wouldn't remember that you tutored during second year?" he suggested.

"Exactly. She might remember seeing me around the school, but…did you ever ask her about me?"

"Yeah, I did, I asked why you didn't take me in and if…if you were dangerous at all," he admitted.

"Had she even known that you had a godmother?" I asked gently.

"No…no she hadn't," he sighed. "So you kept your promise."

"Not the way you meant, but yes."

He sighed, sounding disappointed, but he froze suddenly when he opened his mouth to continue.

"Is someone coming down the stairs?"

"No one else is here," I replied, confused.

"Except Kreacher," Sirius grumbled.

"It must be somebody on your end," Remus answered over Sirius' complaining.

"I'd better go," he went to pull his head out and paused. "Tell Mrs. Weasley I'm sorry," and he was gone.

The five of us looked at one another.

"I don't much like the sound of that," James voiced at last.

"All in favor of not passing that apology along?" Remus suggested, looking around the room.

All of our hands went up without hesitation.

Phew, finally got that one finished! If you're curious about those pranks they were discussing, you can find them in the story Career Advice. If not, I'll see you next chapter!

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