Disclaimer: I own Danny, Serenity, and all the poems in this chapter. I do not own anything that can be seen within the cannon
Uh...you can tell I was in the mood for poetry because I have quite a few in this chapter and I updated my poetry collection on this site. If you want to see more of my poetry see that because here is the only place you'll see my personal poetry unless you manage to get on my computer and find your way through the maze known as my files. You all get the treat of reading my first attempt at a will! I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing though...
"Talk"
'Think'
Written Stuff
Chapter 29
The Will and the Notebook
Harry nervously pulled on his black dress robes in a waiting room at Gringott's. Dumbledore looked at him sadly. "It'll be okay, my boy."
"If you say so, sir."
Dumbledore had insisted on bringing "Shadow" for extra-protection, even when Harry pointed out that they were going to a neutral area. Danny was now on Harry's lap and refusing to get off to Dumbledore's amusement.
'Harry, calm down please. Dumbledore's right, it'll be okay. All mentally spazzing is going to do is make you a nervous wreck.'
Harry pouted at his friend. 'What if I like mentally spazzing?'
'That isn't healthy.'
'So?'
'Aren't I allowed to fret, oh great Lord of Coffee?' Harry was very sure that if Danny could, he would be smirking.
'Shut up.'
'I'm not talking, we're corresponding telepathically.'
'…those are the biggest words I've ever heard you use…'
Their telepathic conversation was cut off by a goblin announcing the will would now be read. Danny jumped off and let Harry get off the chair. The wolf animagus walked very closely to his friend to the point Harry almost tripped over him, and he would give a small growl whenever someone got close enough to physically touch the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Shadow, calm down," Harry ordered in a firm tone. Danny calmed down a little but still gave a warning growl whenever someone touched him.
Dumbledore pulled back his hand from Harry's shoulder in amusement. The wolf was doing a very fine job protecting Dumbledore's Golden Boy.
Nacrissa Malfoy trailed into the room behind them. Remus just then ran into the room slightly panting. "Hello Albus, Harry."
"Hi, Remy!" Harry mischievously replied.
Remus rolled his eyes and ruffled the boy's messy hair.
"Hey! I actually had my hair semi-neat for once!" Harry whined as Shadow gave a small wolf-equivalent-of-a-laugh under its breath.
A foreboding goblin sat at a large desk with a small cluster of chairs around it. "Please sit down, and we can begin," he solemnly croaked.
The four sat down in the chairs with the large wolf sitting at the savior's feet protectively.
Nacrissa was upset to see the light individuals at her least favorite cousin's will reading. She wasn't actually invited, but more so demanded that she could come because she was an actual relative--she was mentioned, but not enough to be actually invited. The Potter boy seemed to be protected not only by the werewolf and Dumbledore, but a rather big, dangerous looking wolf of a rather lovely ebony color and beautiful blue eyes.
'I wonder if Potter would be willing to sell it so I can give it to my precious Draco. It seems to be of a fine breed and it would be a shame for it to be wasted as a guard wolf for the brat. I'll try to buy it after this.'
She resisted rolling her eyes at the will that was most defiantly written by her darling cousin, Sirius.
All four magical folk leaned in to listen to the will.
I, Sirius Black, of a mostly sound mind write this will as my final will when I hit the dust…which I've obviously done if you're hearing this… Oh, well… I am writing this on June 6, 2004 by the way…
Okay, back to the serious business, and I mean the adjective and not my name.
I leave Remus Lupin 5,000 galleons to have fun with. Don't spend any of it on charity, Moony, or I'll have to come back and haunt ya. You remember what fun is, right? BOO! Uh, oh… Someone's not having enough fun!
Nacrissa Black Malfoy, I hate you. You get one knut, which is more than you deserve.
I leave Draco Malfoy five galleons to buy himself a life.
I leave Hogwarts 500 galleons to get books and supplies for those who can't afford them. Don't use this on the war, Albus, please. There are so many orphans that need this. Consider this a charity I guess…
Everything else I leave to my godson, Harry James Potter. Have fun with it, pup. Please don't break down because of me. Remember that I love you, and always will. I'm leaving you with three houses you can put Quidditch fields in, that old scoundrel Kreacher, boring books, and a bunch of moolah! If you want to spend some on charity, go ahead. Just don't spend lots of it on charity. You of all people deserve fun, kiddo. I will haunt you if you haven't had a bit of fun and at least one girl by your 21st birthday, mister. I'm serious, both definitions. Get Snivellus back while you still can too, while I'm at it…
Harry had tears in his eyes at the end; Danny nuzzled his best friend's hand soothingly to calm him down.
'Wow…I can't believe he actually did that for me… An adult actually loved me. Pathetic, little me.'
Harry was quiet for a few moments before something seemed to dawn on him. 'You know what… I own the Order's headquarters… We have valuable blackmail if they ever get wiser… Plus, Kreacher probably has a bunch of information we can pry out of him… This is perfect!'
'Wow, you sure are mood-swingy…'
Harry swatted the wolf on the nose.
'Why do you always attack my nose? I'm going to sue you if it falls off from being flicked too many times!'
Harry blinked and stared. 'You do that, Danny, but you seem to forget that I'm the bloody Boy-Who-Lived and therefore the whole Magical World is indebted to me and my marvelous scar! I can probably dance naked on top of the Ministry and people would just laugh and say what a goof I am, now. Especially since these morons think I'm gonna save their pathetic, lazy butts again. That advantage of being deemed the Chosen One…'
'Meanie.'
Both gang leaders looked up as Nacrissa Malfoy approached them. Danny started to growl threateningly at the blonde woman.
"I would like to purchase that lovely wolf of yours, Potter. How much would you like for it?"
Harry just gaped at her. "You come up to me in hopes of buying my friend's bloody mutt? Sorry, lady, but he ain't mine and I'd rather not have my tall, muscular friend hand my sorry butt to me for selling his pet to some snob."
Nacrissa was appalled at the boy's disrespect. "How dare you! I am a Malfoy!"
Potter rolled his eyes behind his thick spectacles and grabbed the wolf by the collar as it lunged. "Shadow, down."
The gorgeous wolf backed down with a whimper. The look on its face said, "Get away."
"Leave him alone, Nacrissa," Lupin said to her. The werewolf glared at her as he pulled the Golden Boy away with the wolf trailing after with one final snarl.
'I can't believe someone just tried to buy me…'
Harry couldn't help but snort.
Back at Hogwarts, Harry was telling Ginny what happened while completely ignoring Hermione's and Ron's attempts of talking to him. He was still a little sore at them and had been rather hyper last time they had peacefully talked.
"She actually tried to buy Shadow from you at Sirius's will reading?" Ginny yelled. Harry was very glad he had put up a Silence Barrier. "Yep. I mouthed off and shocked the crap out of her."
"Interesting visual."
"I know. That's why I worded it like that, just to give you disturbing visuals."
Ginny whacked him upside the head and stated, "Smart arse."
"Darn tootin'!"
Ginny blinked a few times and raised an eyebrow. Harry replied, "Don't ask, I had to get that out of my system."
'Think on the bright side, Red. He could have shouted that in the Great Hall instead of a quiet corner protected by a silence thingie.'
"It has a point, you know…" Harry muttered in reply.
'Hey! I am a "he", not an "it".'
"I know, Shady, it's just too much fun to annoy."
Ginny rolled her eyes before stating, "Harry, it's a sign of insanity when you find yourself giving your friend's pet nicknames."
"So? Who ever said I was sane? There are no reports of me being 100 sane, but many calling me crazy."
"Good point. Are you admitting the Prophet was right about you?"
"Maybe."
"That isn't normal, Harry dear."
"Since when was I, Harry dear?"
"Since you started calling me Gin-Gin."
"Damn…I knew my nickname fetish would come and bite me."
Ginny gave a laugh, but stopped when she noticed something off about Harry's ear. She reached out and touched where the skin color was. Harry started to ask what she was doing when her hand hit a flesh-colored earring in his cartilage. "Harry…when did you get your ear pierced?" Ginny gave the earring in his right cartilage a small tug and got a yelp of pain from the boy. "Uh…"
Ginny gave a small smirk. She had picked up Draco's favorite expression, great. "Harry, answer me or I'll pull the earring out of your ear and up your nose."
"Summer between fourth and fifth," Harry quickly answered in fear.
"What?"
"I lost a bet. Serenity lost too and she has her ear pierced twice in both lobes and in the same place I have it. Well, she only got her ear pierced once because her ears were double-pierced already..."
"I'm not even going to ask as I owl a therapist…"
"Is that how you managed to leave with Gred and Forge for fifteen years? By talking to a shrink?"
"Shut up, Scarhead."
"Creative, like I haven't heard that one before."
Ginny's reply was to lunge at him. Harry rubbed his head with a pout where Ginny punched him. "Ow… Dude, that hurt…"
"I'm not a dude, Harry."
"Fine, dudette."
"Impish much…?"
"Yep! How's the greasy bat of the dungeons been treating ya?"
"Where did that come from?"
Harry gave her a look and stated, "Do you really want to know, Gin-Gin?"
Ginny paused a little and seemed thoughtful. "No, not really… I was just curious, but hey! Curiosity killed the cat!"
Harry smirked and said, "Please tell your brother and his soon-to-be bushy-haired girlfriend that. I would, but I don't want them trying to pry my secrets that are none of their beeswax out of me."
Ginny looked at her rapidly changing friend. "What happened that made you come to this, Harry? I'm not trying to be nosey so don't take it that way. I mean, how has it come to the place that I have to tell Ron and Hermione something for you?"
"I don't know, Ginny, I just don't know… Have you ever have something happen to you that you'd rather not talk about? They're trying to pry something like that out of me…"
Ginny gave an understanding nod. "Yeah…I know… I don't want to talk about the whole Chamber incident, but I lucked out because people understood that…"
Harry gave a nod. He had almost forgotten about that horrid incident from four years ago almost. That's when something dawned on him.
"That's why you haven't been pushing me about it, isn't it?"
Ginny looked away and said, "Yes…"
Harry gave her a smile and said, "Thanks, Gin. You're the best friend a bloke can have."
"No, thank you."
Danny was Danny and ruined the moment. 'Aw… Aren't you two sickeningly cute? Why don't you go snog in some corner now?'
'Disaster Dante, take that back right now,' Harry growled. He pointed his wand at the wolf animagus with a not-so-nice hex that wasn't exactly legal or illegal. Danny backed away and hid behind his chair. 'Sorry. Don't kill me, I'm innocent!'
'I wasn't going to kill you…'
Danny ran into the dorm before he could find out what Harry wanted to do.
"Harry… What was that hex you were about to hit Shadow with…? Please tell me that it was legal."
"It wasn't illegal."
Ginny let out a sigh of relief. "Harry, I'll accept if you look into the Dark Arts to know the enemy, but do refrain from using illegal spells at school."
Harry gave her an indignant look, "Who said it was a Dark spell? It was borderline legal, so there!" He stuck his tongue out at the redhead.
"Mature."
Harry smirked and retorted, "Who ever said I was mature? Not me! It's too much fun being an immature, obnoxious twit!"
Ginny snorted as she pulled out her Defense homework with pleading eyes aimed at the Defense prodigy in front of her. "Help? Please? Pretty please with lemon drops on top? I'll work really hard during practice tomorrow." I defiantly didn't forget to mention Harry was crowned captain, nope. Try-outs and snot already happened, okay?
Harry laughed and nodded his head. "Sure, I have nothing better to do anyways…"
Ginny smiled happily and opened up her book and started to tell her friend what she was having trouble with. Shadow came back down and managed to break down the wards to Hermione's and Ron's shock. 'Homework's boring… I'm glad I don't have to go to school…' Harry rolled his eyes and whacked the wolf with the quill he was using to point out tidbits to his best friend at Hogwarts. Well, best friend that was supposed to be at Hogwarts because Danny wasn't supposed to be there. What they didn't know didn't hurt them…much.
Ron sighed as he searched for his homework. 'Harry hates me… Why didn't I listen to my instinct and leave him alone? Gin didn't bug him and their still close friends…'
"Gah!" he shouted as he tripped over a notebook by Harry's bed. Ron picked it up to see poems written inside in Harry's distinctive, semi-neat scrawl. Ron couldn't stop himself by reading the first poem.
It read:
The Truth
All rise.
(Do you realize?)
You'll soon fall.
(Like a child's doll)
As it starts to rain
(Beware of the incoming pain.)
As you step in line
(Hiding that you're not fine)
Weighed down by shame
(It's not a game…)
The fuse is lit.
(Of the path to become a hypocrite)
They say you're strong.
(It won't be long.)
You get looked in the eyes.
(For they never lie.)
Who will cry?
(Knowing that you're going to die.)
Ron's eyes widened as he read the rather depressing poem. 'Harry wrote that? I never even knew he wrote poetry… What else could be in here?'
Ron quickly opened the book to another page and read the poem neatly written, but still obviously done by Harry.
"Against Myself"
Waking up weary inside
Too much stress and pain
Half of what I say is lies
Varied impressions about me have long ago formed
I help others with their problems
So I can hide from my own
I'm night and day inside
Contradictive sides battle for control
Mood-swings, they form
Because two sides show
I don't know who I am
So who can?
I always lose yet win…
Against myself
Ron wanders down to the common with Harry notebook in hand. He approaches Hermione after making sure Harry and Ginny hadn't came back from the library.
"Hermione, look at what I found by Harry's bed!"
Hermione raised an eyebrow and opened the notebook. Her eyes widened in shock. "Oh my… Now we know how Harry fights depression and has been reigning it his temper…"
"What do you mean…?"
Hermione looks up at the redhead. "Many people write poetry to write down their pent-up emotions. Harry may have picked it up just for that reason…"
Hermione's eyes quickly moved along the lines of one of Harry's poems. "Look at this one; I think it's about the Wizarding World…"
Ron cocked an eyebrow and read over the brunette's shoulder:
Some
Some are nice
Some have hears of ice
Some are 100 true
Many are false and cruel
We are supposedly all the same
But most can not
WILL not act tame
Abusing trust
Causing hearts to bust
Because of this
Friendships many miss
But we don't care
Due to our hearts being hollow and bare
Harry, Ginny, and Shadow's entrance was unknown to the two slightly-worried Sixth Years. Harry's eyes widened in shock and anger, he had instantly recognized his version of a journal with a few on Serenity's thrown in when she was bored.
Ron and Hermione had just turned the page where two shorter poems were written; both seemed to be written by someone other than Harry. The handwriting looked like a girl had written it.
"Whirl of Colors"
A whirl of colors
Strings of lies
If only I knew…
The horrid monster deep inside of you
"Dreamscape"
Sapphire skies
Silver stars
Lazily fly over me
The ebony clouds glisten in this breathtaking sight
Everything is right
In the eternally perfect night
Of my dream reality
Created by my weakened sanity
For my pleasure to forever be
Until reality catches up to me
For now I'll enjoy my escape
In my fantasy-filled dreamscape
Harry's looming presence was noted by everyone but the people who were about to be screamed at.
Ron and Hermione were drawn out of the book by Harry tightly saying, "May I ask why the hell you're reading my private journal?"
Did I just write a cliff-hanger...? Oops...sorry if I did. Hides.
Next chapter will finish off where I left and then probably skip to preparation for Halloween. This fic is going to skip around a bit to major events until something else happens, then it'll slow down and eventually skip around again till we reach the end.
Review please! Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top? Sil vous plait? Come on! I even pleaded in French! J'ai voudras une review sil vous plait? No, review is not review in French. I'm too lazy to look it up...
