Disclaimer: Anything recognisable belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Surprise Visitor
There was the smell of baking wafting through the yard as Harry walked the short distance from the barn to the house, so he knew that at least Ana was already up.
He entered the kitchen to find all three of them seated around the kitchen table.
"Merry Christmas, Harry dear," greeted Ana, smiling warmly.
"Merry Christmas," he replied, holding up the bottle of wine he'd bought for them.
Ana took it off his hands, smiling. "That's lovely Harry, thank you."
"We'll have to have some with dinner tonight," added Niall. "Or lunch."
"That we will," said Ana, setting it next to another bottle of wine that was sitting on the cupboard already.
"Shall we go into the lounge now?" asked Aislinn, already getting up, and Niall chuckled.
"Ah, my little girl – still eager for her presents."
Aislinn blushed, but pulled Harry into the lounge anyway, kissing him quickly on the cheek and then yanking him down to sit next to her near the tree.
Niall and Ana took seats in the armchairs, and Niall began to hand around presents, surprising Harry when he handed one to him. "From all of us," he said.
He hadn't been expecting anything from Niall and Ana.
He ripped away the wrapping to find a box, and removing the lid, he saw inside a pair of new boots like the kind Niall wore. He could smell the new-leather smell of them, and they shined; the leather dully and the eyelets brightly.
"Thank you!" he said sincerely, smiling at Ana and Niall. "They're really great. Better than those joggers I've been wearing around."
Ana laughed. "That's exactly what Niall said when we bought them."
Aislinn leaned over then and dropped another present onto his lap. "To go with the boots," she said, and he took it, tearing away the Christmassy paper, revealing a coiled up black leather belt. He'd never owned a belt before, always just using a tie of some sort to keep Dudley's oversized pants up.
"Every man needs a good belt," said Niall, as Harry inspected the silver buckle.
A few more presents were passed around, from Aislinn to her parents and vice versa, and then they all sat talking for a while before starting to clean up all the packaging that was strewn about.
"Well I'm going to go and make breakfast," smiled Ana, standing up. Niall jumped up as well.
"I'll give you a hand, love."
They left the room, and Harry stood and walked over to where Aislinn was stuffing wrapping paper into a rubbish bag and kneeled down in front of her.
"You don't think I didn't get you anything, do you?" he teased.
She blushed. "No! Well, you didn't have to Harry. I m-"
Harry pulled the bracelet out from behind his back and held it up in front of her, effectively silencing her.
"Harry, thank you!" she breathed reaching up and dangling the bracelet in front of her eyes.
As soon as she took it, it melted, hanging like a chain would. "It's beautiful," she murmured, gazing mesmerised at the golden bracelet. Harry smiled, glad that she liked it.
"I've never seen anything like it."
"Here," he said, reaching out for it. "Let me put it on."
He tugged it gently out of her fingers and pulled it apart. He wrapped it around her wrist and held the two ends together so that they melded. The engraving glowed momentarily, and then the metal hardened.
"How does it do that?" asked Aislinn softly, holding it close to inspect it.
Harry smiled and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Magic."
He felt her answering smile, and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Aislinn turned her head up and met his lips once, then whispered back, "This is magic."
Harry tangled his fingers in her hair, and kissed her long and slow. She melted into it, letting him deepen the kiss. The trail of her hands down his back sent shivers up his spine.
A small gasp escaped her when Harry gently pushed her back onto the carpet.
"Harry, my parents," she breathed.
"They're busy," he breathed back, settling a hand on her stomach. His fingers found the edge of her shirt, and he ran one along her smooth skin.
There was a bump from the hall and Harry broke off the kiss, expecting someone to walk in, but no one appeared.
"Nervous, are you?" asked Aislinn, smirking.
"Well, I would prefer not to end up like that lamb."
Aislinn laughed and punched his chest lightly. He grabbed her hand, holding it up to inspect the bracelet. "It looks beautiful on you," he said, pressing a light kiss to her wrist.
"It looks ridiculously expensive. I hope you didn't spend too much on it."
Harry stood up and pulled her to her feet, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. "I could never spend enough on you," he replied. "Come on, let's go and eat."
Before she could ask any more about how much it had cost, he dragged her into the dining room.
...
After breakfast, the four of them sat around talking for a while before Ana got up to call relatives and begin the lunch arrangements. She waved off any help, so Aislinn and Harry went back to the lounge, taking a bottle of coke and a bag of chips with them. Aislinn turned the radio on and found a channel that was playing decent music.
Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd had coke. He'd snuck it a few times at the Dursley's when he was younger, but he couldn't recall having any since starting at Hogwarts.
He poured them both a glass and then spluttered when he took the first sip, causing some to drip from his nose. He'd forgotten how bubbly soft drinks were.
Aislinn have him an amused look and calmly took a sip of her own drink.
A song that Aislinn clearly liked came on the radio at that moment, because she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of his seat. "Dance with me Harry."
"Dance?" repeated Harry uncertainly, pulling her closer. "Er..."
Suddenly there was a knock from the front door, and Aislinn spun towards it, grinning. "Oh, that'll be my cousin. I forgot to tell you, he's coming for lunch." She headed out of the room to get the door, calling over her shoulder, "I warn you, he can be a bit exuberant, but I'm sure you'll like him. He's very friendly."
He heard the door open, and a moment later Aislinn laughed.
The door closed, and muted voices came from the entryway.
Harry turned as he heard them getting closer.
Aislinn entered, followed by a blonde-haired boy with an impish smile.
Harry choked on his coke, spluttering and trying to get control of himself.
"Seamus!"
Seamus stopped dead in the doorway for a second, and then his face split in grin. "Harry Potter, what are you doing in me cousin's house?" he yelled, walking over and slapping Harry on the back.
"I'm visiting for Christmas."
Aislinn followed Seamus over, her eyebrows raised in surprise. "You two know each other?"
Harry nodded, wondering if he should elaborate. Did Aislinn know Seamus was a wizard?
"Wait a minute! You aren't this boyfriend she's been going on about, are you?"
"I hope so," said Harry, grinning stupidly, pleased with the thought that Aislinn had been talking about him.
Seamus turned to Aislinn. "Harry and I go to Hogwarts together."
Harry stared from Seamus to Aislinn. "So you know about... m – oof!"
Seamus had elbowed him quite hard in the side. Harry took that as a no.
"So Harry here knows all about my school, and there's no need to talk about such a depressing subject on Christmas day, is there!" Seamus grinned broadly at both of them, then slung an arm each around their necks and dragged them into the dining room, pulling out three chairs on one side of the table and settling himself in the middle one.
"Aislinn!" called Ana from the kitchen, and she left to see what her mother wanted.
Harry leaned over to Seamus and asked lowly, "Is it just you coming, because what if your mum or something recognises me?"
"Nah, don't worry," replied Seamus in his usual exuberant voice. "Mam's gone to me Uncle Liam's place already. I'll be headin' over there after lunch. Though, it is tradition that this lot all come to visit Uncle Liam on Boxin' Day, so she might see you then, if you come."
"Maybe I should give that a miss, then." The last thing Harry wanted was to be recognised by someone. He couldn't risk anyone finding out he was here.
Seamus nodded absently, focussing his attention on a plate of biscuits that were on the table.
"So why doesn't Aislinn know about magic? Do her parents?"
Seamus shook his head. "They're related on me Dad's side see, and me Mam's the witch. Technically, people are only s'posed to tell immediate family, otherwise ev'ryone'd know, wouldn' they?"
"I guess," muttered Harry. "Haven't you ever wanted to tell them though?"
Seamus shrugged. "I wouldn' mind tellin' Ash. She's was like me best friend when we were kids. Mam's pretty strict about it though." He shrugged again. "I'll tell her one day I s'pose. Part of the reason I never told her was cos I couldn't do magic outside school; she'd never have believed me. She'd have to believe me now, though, since I can show her some."
"Mm."
"It's safe for you here, right Harry?" asked Seamus, suddenly serious.
Harry knew what Seamus was asking, and he felt suddenly guilty that his being here might put Aislinn and her family in danger. He nodded confidently. "No one knows I'm here, not even Ron and Hermione."
Seamus looked at Harry for a silent moment and then nodded once. Aislinn came back at that moment and took the seat on Harry's right, ignoring the one Seamus had pulled out earlier, though he didn't seem to care; he was too busy digging through a small bowl of mints.
Harry sat silently while they caught up, giving the odd nod when they looked at him for comment. He wasn't sure how he felt about Seamus knowing Aislinn. When he'd first come here, it was because he wanted to get away from the wizarding world, if only for the holidays.
And Seamus was such a big link to that life that it annoyed him to think he hadn't gotten as far from it as he'd have liked.
Since he'd gotten to know Aislinn though, he wanted to tell her things about him, and he felt guilty about keeping such a big part of his life from her.
He sighed; it was all a bit frustrating. He was supposed to be able to relax here, and now he just felt guilty and confused, on top of the things that had happened just before he'd left Hogwarts. He was upset about Snape, and thoughts about Snape and the Prophecy had never been far from his mind since he'd found out. On top of that he was now worried about endangering Aislinn and her family by being here, and about whether or not he should tell her about him being a wizard.
He was shaken from his thoughts by the smell of fresh bread, and noticed Ana putting a freshly baked loaf of bread on the table.
When she walked out, Harry got up and followed her into the kitchen to help carry plates and food into the dining room.
After two trips, he placed a large mince pie next to a steaming bowl of soup, and everything was set.
"Oh, the crackers!" exclaimed Aislinn, jumping up and pulling a box from out of a set of drawers against the wall.
They were passed around and the room was filled with a chorus of 'Merry Christmas'es and bangs as the Christmas crackers were pulled.
"Not quite as exciting as the wizarding kind," whispered Seamus in his ear, as Harry picked an orange party hat and mini pack of playing cards off of the floor.
Seamus proceeded to read them all a dirty joke that was apparently from the Christmas cracker, though Harry seriously doubted that was where it had come from, and Seamus refused to show Ana the piece of paper when she asked.
They had all began to eat when the phone rang. "I'll get it," said Aislinn, jumping up and going into the kitchen. She came back a minute later and sat down again. "The Ryans. I told them we'd call back after lunch."
Ana nodded. "Oh, Harry, I forgot to say earlier: you're quite welcome to use the phone if you want to call your family; no need to ask."
Beside Harry, Seamus choked on his soup.
Harry smiled at Ana. "Thanks, I might try them after lunch."
Ana nodded and then shook her head in resignation at the other boy. "Seamus dear, you must learn to eat slower. How many times must we tell you?"
Seamus grinned and used a chunk of bread to scoop soup off of his shirt.
...
After lunch the three of them went for a walk, Harry wearing his new boots. They were a perfect fit, and extremely comfortable.
They walked past the small pen in the yard, the lamb conspicuous in its absence. Slow-cooking in Ana's oven, probably.
Seamus slung an arm around his shoulder and leaned in close. "So tell me Harry; just how well do you know my cousin then?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Harry reddened and attempted to stutter an answer. Aislinn didn't seem particularly bothered by the question, merely yelling Seamus' name and slapping him on the shoulder. Harry thought her cheeks did look a bit red, though that could have been from the cold.
Seamus laughed. "Just trying to look out for me favourite cousin."
Aislinn shoved Seamus into the snow, and a snowball fight quickly erupted.
Twenty minutes later, they were all damp and puffing. They collapsed in the snow together, and Harry put his arm around Aislinn, pulling her close.
Seamus pulled a small flask out of his jacket and uncapped it. "Merry Christmas," he toasted them. He took a swig, and then passed it to Harry.
Harry coughed slightly on the drink. Seamus was a big fan of Firewhisky.
He passed it on to Aislinn. She downed it easily. Perhaps Seamus regularly shared the drink with his muggle relatives? He quirked an eyebrow at her when she passed it back. "What?" she asked defensively.
Harry smirked and shook his head. "Nothing."
They sat in the snow talking and laughing until it started to get windy, and they got too cold to sit out there.
"Well, I'd best be off," said Seamus as they neared the house.
"Already?" asked Aislinn, sounding disappointed.
"Yeah, Mam's expecting me at Uncle Liam's by four."
They walked around to the front of the house where a rusty old car was sitting in the driveway.
Seamus hugged Aislinn, waved to Harry and slid behind the wheel.
Harry leaned in the window and said quietly, "Don't forget, you didn't see me here. Not a word to anyone."
"Cross me heart and hope to die," replied Seamus with a grin, turning the key. The engine rumbled loudly to life and a puff of black smoke came from the tail pipe.
"You need a new car, cousin," said Aislinn, kicking a dirty front tire.
"S'what I told Santa, but he just didn't come through for me." With one last grin, Seamus drove the car around and took off, honking the horn. The car backfired loudly as it disappeared down the road.
...
He was pulling on his pyjamas pants when someone knocked on the railing of the stairs that led up to the loft of the barn. He pulled them up and walked over, seeing Aislinn half way up, wearing big black boots with her pyjamas.
"What are you doing up here? I thought you'd all gone to bed." Harry had left the McKennas alone about two hours after dinner, so that they could have some alone time as a family. He'd never done that at the Weasley's, but it felt different here. At the Burrow there were always so many people that you didn't know who was doing what and where, but here he felt that it wouldn't hurt to make himself scarce for a short while.
"My parents have. I just came to say goodnight," she replied pulling the boots off at the top step.
Harry looked at the clock and saw that it was just past midnight.
Aislinn slipped her arms around his neck, leaning up to give him a slow, soft kiss.
"Thank you for the bracelet," she whispered.
Harry smiled. "Thank you for the belt."
"Do you like it?"
Harry nodded. "I'll wear it tomorrow."
Aislinn smiled brightly and looked around the room. She saw Hedwig and detached herself from Harry, walking over to the bench.
"Hello again, Hedwig," she said, stroking the owl's white feathers. Hedwig gave a low hoot.
Aislinn yawned widely. "You should go to bed," he told her. "You look tired. I was about to anyway."
Aislinn walked back over to him. "I want to stay up here with you," she said, running her hands down his chest and making him shiver pleasantly.
Harry swallowed and glanced quickly at the bed. "It's not really big enough for two," he replied, his voice sounding a bit hoarse.
Aislinn smiled at him. "I don't mind." As if to prove it, she sat down, leaning back against the railing and making herself comfortable.
"I think your parents might mind."
Aislinn rolled her eyes. "They're asleep, and speaking of parents, you never called your family today."
Harry shrugged and turned away briefly to close the lid of his trunk before she saw anything suspicious. He hoped she would drop the subject, but when he turned back, Aislinn was sitting forward and looking at him closely.
"What passed between you and Seamus at lunch today? I know it was something."
Harry sighed, letting his eyes drift to the wooden ceiling. He sat down next to her. "My parents are dead."
There was a sharp intake of breath, and Aislinn moved closer, cupping his cheek and turning his face to hers. "Oh, Harry, I'm so sorry."
"Doesn't matter," he muttered. "It was a long time ago. I don't even remember them."
"Nothing at all?"
Harry's mind drifted to what he saw when the Dementors were near. "No, nothing."
There was a brief, slightly awkward silence.
"H-"
Harry kissed her. He didn't want her to ask anything about them right now. He didn't want her to ask how they had died, or when, or if he had any other relatives, or hear any commiserations and condolences. He didn't want to think about who had killed them, because that made him angry and stressed.
He lost himself in the kiss, focussing on nothing else as he pushed her down onto the bed and covered her body with his. He relished the feel of his hands on her body, and hers on his.
She made a noise in the back of her throat that spurred him on, and he relinquished her lips and moved to her neck, showering it with kisses. She gasped loudly when he tangled a hand in her hair, pulling her head back for better access.
A pressure was building in the pit of his stomach, urging him on, urging him to get closer. His hand slipped under her shirt and ran up her side, coming to rest on her ribs.
He lifted himself up and used his other hand to push her shirt up, revealing the smooth skin of her stomach.
He gave a groan as he slipped a leg between hers, pressing himself harder against her warm body.
Both of Aislinn's hands slipped between them, flat against his chest. "Harry."
He felt her pushing against him. "Harry, stop."
He pulled back an inch. They were both breathing heavily, their breaths mingling in the air between them. "What's wrong?"
Aislinn bit her lip and looked up at him uncertainly. "You were right. I - I am tired."
Harry let out a sigh, dropping his head onto her shoulder. After a moment, he rolled off of her. He let out a long breath, pinching the bridge of his nose. A feeling of tension leaked out of him as he breathed.
After a moment Aislinn moved, sitting up and pulling her shirt down. "Well, goodnight Harry."
Harry sat up. "Hey... wait." Harry reached out and caught her hand as she slipped off of the bed. He looked guiltily at her flushed face. "I thought you wanted to stay with me," he said softly, tugging her back.
Aislinn looked up at him through her eyelashes, and he tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
He pulled her into a gentle embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered into her hair. "I didn't mean to be so-"
"It's okay." Aislinn ran a finger down the side of his face. "I know."
Harry lay back down, and Aislinn settled beside him, her head resting on his arm.
She fell asleep quickly, but Harry lay awake, unable to sleep after talking about his parents.
Since he'd found out about Voldemort, that was who he'd blamed for his parents' deaths, but now he wondered if they would be dead at all, if not for Snape. He thought not. He'd have parents. He'd just be another Hogwarts student. He never would have grown up at the Dursleys. He sighed quietly in the dark room. He'd been through this list a dozen times now, and it never failed to make him feel miserable.
He kept going from being angry at Snape, to hating him, to wishing he was dead, to wishing he didn't know him, to wishing he just didn't care.
Of course someone must have told Voldemort the prophecy; he'd just never considered that person before. He'd never imagined that that person could have been the man he had unwittingly come to respect and depend on.
Harry sighed and rolled over. He didn't know why he was even thinking about any of this now.
He had known for a while now that Snape had, at some time, been loyal to Voldemort and must have done terrible things, and he also knew that he had, over the past two years, accepted that Snape had done those things, and decided to forget it because Snape had spent the time since then trying to atone for his mistakes.
It seemed callous not to care about Snape's transgressions until they affected Harry personally. Was it fair to forgive someone for the things they'd done, only to hate them when you found out about one specific event?
It wasn't as if the prophecy made mention of any particular child; Snape had been friends with his mother; surely he wouldn't have passed on the prophecy if he'd known that she would be targeted?
Snape obviously felt remorse for what he had done, that much was evident to Harry. He'd even asked Voldemort not to kill her. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to cause the death of someone you cared for. Although, he had spent a fair amount of time convincing himself that Cedric and Sirius' deaths had been his fault. Is that how Snape felt?
He groaned in frustration. Was he actually trying to empathise with Snape now?
He rolled over again, pulling Aislinn against him and breathing in the scent of her shampoo. Forcing himself not to think about anything, he cleared his mind and finally managed to fall asleep.
For a short while, at least.
Harry woke, sometime in the early hours of the morning. Aislinn was still there, curled against his side. He'd been dreaming; that was what had woken him. He couldn't remember what he'd been dreaming exactly, but it hadn't been pleasant, and his scar twinged angrily.
He'd been neglecting the exercises Snape had set for him since the holidays had started, and he hoped that the break in practicing Fidelimency wouldn't set him back. Not that he was looking forward to starting it up again when he went back. The thought of spending any time at all with Snape made his blood boil.
Harry remembered a comment he'd made in Snape's office, when he'd thought Snape had told someone else about their plan. He'd said something along the lines of "What, you want me to look in a mirror?" Now, he wondered if that might actually work, and he had a strong desire to try. He extricated himself from the bed, making sure not to wake Aislinn, and opened his trunk.
He dug around and found the only mirror he owned. It was the two-way mirror that Sirius had given him. He stared at it sadly for a moment before focussing on his own reflection. He'd matured a lot in the last year, his jaw strengthening so that his face was no longer so skinny looking. His hair remained the same, messy and dark, and his eyes were still the same green.
He traced a finger over his scar, remembering the splitting pain that he'd felt last time he'd done this.
He took a deep breath. He didn't want to feel that pain again, but he had to, didn't he, if he wanted to get rid of Voldemort once and for all?
He had completely forgotten that Aislinn was behind him as he settled into a more comfortable position on the floor.
He lowered his defences nearly all the way, because he was better at Occlumency than he was at Legilimency. Then, discreetly pointing his wand at the mirror, he began to whisper the incantation for Legilimency, but something happened then that Harry hadn't anticipated, and he was completely unprepared for it.
Something whipped through his mind, breaking past his weakened defences easily. It was ruthless as it swept through his memories. He gathered his defences and brought them up against the force, but before he could stop it, it had gone of its own accord.
Harry dropped the mirror with a gasp.
Someone had Sirius' second mirror, and that someone was a skilled Legilimens.
He was sure it hadn't been Voldemort; his scar did not hurt. The ruthless feel did not feel like Dumbledore. It could have been Snape, but it hadn't felt familiar, though it had all happened so fast he hadn't really had time to examine the presence.
"Harry?"
He twisted around, surprised. "Yeah?"
"Get back in bed, you must be freezing. What are you doing?"
"Nothing," he whispered, getting up and crossing over to the bed. He slipped in next to her, glad for the warmth. Aislinn snuggled against him and leaned her head on his chest. She fell back asleep quickly, but Harry was too concerned about what had just happened to sleep again.
He supposed it had been stupid; he should have considered what had happened to the other mirror. Perhaps it was a member of the Order, who had picked it up from Grimmauld Place. Perhaps it was a Death Eater, who'd picked it up at the ministry after Sirius lost it while duelling. Harry just didn't know, and it worried him that they might have seen something important, like where he was or who he was with.
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Harry was on edge the whole next day. He had no idea who had been on the other side of the two-way mirror, nor did he know what they had gathered from his mind.
They dragged themselves out of bed early, since Aislinn and her family were going to one of her Uncle's for the day. He'd been invited, but been reluctant to go knowing that Seamus' family would be there. After the incident with the mirror, he had decided he definitely couldn't go.
He made his excuses to Niall and Ana, feeling a bit guilty, but there was nothing to be done about it. Aislinn seemed to be annoyed at him, but he had important things to do today.
As soon as they left, Harry hurried up into the loft. "Hey, girl. I have a letter for you to deliver for me."
Hedwig hooted happily and fluttered over.
"Hang on, hang on. I have to write it first." He pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill.
Dear Remus,
I was wondering if you knew what had happened to the two way mirror Sirius owned? Can you find out for me and let me know. It's really important.
Harry.
He tied it to Hedwig's leg and she gave his finger an affectionate nip before flying out the window. He closed it behind her to keep the room as warm as possible and the headed out into the yard, taking one of his textbooks with him.
They'd gone over wards in Defence, and then again a bit more in-depth in charms, but that was only recently and he hadn't had very much practical experience.
He could hardly ward the whole farm, but he could do the house, and perhaps the main yard area if he had time.
He didn't know how effective his wards would be, but he had to do something, in case whoever had Sirius' mirror was someone who wanted to hurt him.
He propped the book open on a rock and read through the chapter on wards. After reading through it several times, he set off, marking out a perimeter. He used a roll of orange electrical tape from the shed to mark out the path.
The warding spell he had chosen was the strongest one that he had in the textbook, and it was done in layers, requiring him to walk the perimeter several times. It was still early, and he imagined that he had till night before the McKenna's returned.
Bearing that in mind, he picked a perimeter that took him quite a wide radius around the house. The path took him nearly an hour, but it was worth it if
When he got back to where he'd started, he stuffed the electrical tape into his pocket and slid his wand out of the leather holster he'd gotten for Christmas.
He sighed and set off, chanting the spell for the ward as he walked towards the next bit of electrical tape, which was tied around a fence post. It was going to be a long day.
He took a short break after the second walk around the perimeter. He was already feeling tired, not having gotten much sleep the previous night.
The whole time he found himself keeping watch out of the corner of his eye, expecting at any moment to see the corner of a black robe flicking out of sight or a silver mask glinting in the sunlight.
He also felt off; wrong, somehow. Now that he thought about it, he'd been feeling weird since after dinner. He still felt guilty about how he had reacted to Aislinn the previous night, but he wasn't really sure why he had. He wanted Aislinn, of course. That part hadn't been strange. The need to control her; that was what hadn't felt like him, and it worried him.
Shaking the thoughts off, he set off once again to complete the ward.
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This chapter just didn't want to get written. But, finally done! Hope everyone liked it. Should the person on the other end of the mirror be one of the good guys, or one of the bad guys? Let me know what you want, because I could go either way at the moment, and I haven't decided yet.
Next chapter: Harry goes back to Hogwarts.
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