Hey everyone,
Sorry, but I'm not going to cover History. Though to be honest, I'm not even sure why I'm apologizing. I'm sure that there are a few among you who want me to hurry up and move the story along. I mean, the original had 39 chapters and I am already almost halfway there and haven't even reached the Yule Ball yet. Also, I want to make one thing clear: Harry WILL have a Raccoon form in this, just like in the original.
Just wait,

Venquine1990

Chapter 19
Just Harry Is Enough

25th of November 1994
Hospital Wing, Hogwarts
Sly's POV

The last two and a half hours have been pretty hard. It was brilliant to be able to spend time with my friends again and it was incredible to hear Carmelita's voice in my mind at the same time. Murray handing me the costumes that Bentley had made for me while we were Time Traveling also helped as they reminded me of happier times, helped me ignore the fact that I have been apart from my team, my family, for the last 13 years.
Murray and I had laughed at the fact that I had used Muggshot to trick the guards in Feudal Japan when I broke out Rioichi, yet I had also discarded the prisoner's costume. The heavy metal ball that somehow still came with it can come in handy, but the whole thing just serves to remind me of my time as a slave. Murray had understood this and instantly taken the outfit back to the van. The Sabretooth skin had felt nice and warm to the touch.

Madam Pomfrey had been slightly against me practicing my Cyclone Pounce, so we agreed I would only try it once. And the speed, strength and power that coursed through me as I pounced onto a non-expecting Galleth was almost just as glorious as the shock he experienced. What was even more pleasant was that right after Carmelita mentally thanked me. "I needed that, Ringtail. This teacher is putting me to sleep with his tone."
By now Harry's last class before lunch is over and Galleth has recovered from his shock. He too saw the humor in my actions and even congratulated me on a job well done. Bentley has also discussed my other two costumes with Madam Pomfrey and we've agreed that I can show off my archer's costume, but that I am to wait until tomorrow to show off my samurai costume. With how lenient and caring the woman is, I can easily agree on these terms.

I am out of bed and waiting next to the doors of the hospital wing. I can hear Carmelita and the others approach and focus solely on her emotions just to keep her from reading my mind. I know she can feel my elation and excitement, yet I wonder if she's aware of what I have planned. The doors open and Harry calls: "Sly, we're back!" I grin at my little brother and when Carmelita passes him on the left, I instantly strike.
I again wrap my cane around her waist and before the fox can respond I have her back in my arms. I press my lips firmly against hers and just simply think: "It really wasn't enough." And Carmelita happily wraps her arms around me as she moans in response. The feel of her waist in my arms, her hair between my fingers, her body against mine and her lips against mine. It feels almost just as divine as how her emotions mix with my own.

We part for air and I whisper: "I never want to let go of you again." Carmelita lays her head underneath mine and she mumbles: "Neither do I. But I have to do my job and you need to heal. We can start working together once Madam Pomfrey releases you tomorrow. In the mean time, we just need to make due. Besides, you know that no matter what I do, I'm coming back to you in the end, don't you Ringtail?"
I know this indeed and yet the words elate me incredibly. Carmelita's grin grows as she feels this and then Tennessee laughs and asks: "What's with the shooting range, partner?" I grin at him and say: "Remember, before you guys left, Murray went to get my costumes. And one of them is an archer's outfit. Trust me, my shooting is pretty up to snuff, even if it's with a bow and arrow and not a shotgun like you, Tennessee."

The cowboy shrugs and says: "Gun, shotgun, bow and arrow. As long as you can shoot, I don't care what your weapon is. Care to show us, Sly?" I grin and yet then I sigh and mutter: "I would, but that would mean letting go of my girl." The others all laugh and I grin as an idea strikes me. I fake a moan and say: "Oh, the sacrifices I am willing to make for my little brother." And Harry crouches down as he laughs even harder.
Carmelita also giggles hard against me and the feeling of her shaking shoulders and her hitching breath against my chest make shivers of delight run down my spine. I begrudgingly let go of her and step over to the shooting range on the other side of the Hospital Wing. As I walk, I make a quick high jump and pull my outfit out of my bag. I switch the blue shirt for a green tunic with a brown mantel, brown leather shoes and a brown leather belt.
I switch my peasant's cap for a brown bycocket and put a quiver full of arrows on my back. And finally, with a bit of pain, I switch my cane for a bow with a crook on one end. All of this, I still manage to do in the time it takes me to jump and twist on my axis. Hermione and Harry look at me wide-eyed for this, but I just calmly take a stand in front of the shooting range. I pull an arrow from the quiver and set it into the bow.

One after the other I shoot arrow after arrow. A few targets move thanks to Madam Pomfrey enchanting them, but I manage to hit most of them. In the end, when my quiver is empty, I only missed 5 of the 30 targets. Yet I grimace nonetheless and mutter: "Guess I'm a little out of practice." Only then I realize I said the exact same thing at the start of my heist for the dagger and I try to suppress a snicker at this.
"Well, for someone who probably hasn't fired a shot in over a decade, you still ain't half bad, partner. That was just as impressive as the day you broke me out of that jail cell Toothpick tried to cram me in. Yet again you proved yourself a Cooper, son." Some of those around me look shocked and horrified when they hear Tennessee talk about where we met, yet I just grin at him and say: "At least this time we don't need to jump down a cliff."
"Or carry a heavy load of TNT across several laser fields and other dangerous traps as well as crazy cows with machine guns." Tennessee laughs and Hermione moans: "I don't even want to know, I just don't." Harry laughs and says: "I do. But I guess we'll have to wait with that. It's lunchtime after all and we have Transfigurations and CoMC afterwards." I look at him and he says: "Care of Magical Creatures." I nod at him.

We move back to my own cubicle and there Sirius, who apparently heard everything, asks: "So do I want to know how you met your other ancestors?" I shrug at him and Carmelita and I climb onto the bed together again. Madam Pomfrey comes in with a tray of food and I tell Sirius: "I broke both Rioichi and Tennessee out of prison, freed Galleth from being a yester at the circus and freed Bob from being captured by the Grizz and his minions.
With Salim it was just a matter of finding his own hide out. He had suffered a bit of a loss against Miss Decibel and had lost a few of his fellow thieves. We needed his help to find them, but he was already retired and was in hiding. Though when I did find him, it really only took mentioning food just as he finished his bowl of dates for him to come along. Though after he came to our hide out, I had to prove myself to get him to work along."
I grin at Harry and say: "After you left, Salim checked each and every bed in here. Once he found one to his liking, he laid down on it. He hasn't come off since. I'm pretty sure he's still sleeping." Harry laughs and Hermione argues: "Well, he is the oldest of you all." I shrug and say: "That is true, though that definitely doesn't change a thing about his laziness. Though at the same time, his laziness still belies that crazy ass speed of his."

Carmelita and Harry nod and Carmelita says: "I've always known you were quick on your feet, but the speed Harry used to get to class was definitely something else." Hermione turns to her best friend and Harry shrugs. He takes a bite of his bread and says: "I didn't want to be late for class." Hermione smiles at him, but her smile is short lived. "Harry, why did you never tell any of us about this? About your ancestry and your dreams?"
The question seems to really upset Harry and he growls: "Because the few times I did hint at it, I was looked at as if I was stupid or as if I had grown a second head or something. And after how the students treated me in First and in Second, I didn't feel like giving them even more reason to bully me. I didn't feel like giving them ammo for believing me a freak or something. I wanted to fit in and talking about that wouldn't help, so I didn't."

Hermione wants to speak up at this, but Carmelita interrupts her. "Hermione, this is not the time. Harry has had his say and he has explained his reasons. I think now it's better if we change the subject. It's obvious that the fault in this doesn't lie with Harry. But it's also obvious that talking about things like this upsets him. There are enough other sources that already do so; we don't want to be the ones to add to those sources."
Hermione nods and Harry gratefully smiles at my gorgeous girl. And for a short second I almost see a pair of greyish black raccoon ears stick out of his head. I shake my head and look again, but the ears are gone. I blink and think: "I wasn't the only one who saw that, right?" And thankfully Carmelita mentally answers me: "No Sly, I'm pretty sure I saw them too. We'll have to wait and see where this goes. One thing at a time." I mentally agree with her.

Carmelita turns to the kids instead and while she takes a bite of her bread, she asks: "So what are your teachers for Transfigurations and ComC like?" Hermione starts to beam, yet I notice that Harry gets a bit of a guarded look in his eyes. The look remains in his eyes and I can't help but wonder what he has against his teachers. I also can't help but imagine that, if he really did have those ears, they might just be lying in the back of his head right now.
"Professor McGonagall is very strict and she really has severe expectations of us in her class. But she is also fair and always gives everyone the same amount of homework. And she also punishes the Snakes in the same way as she does us Lions, even though she is our Head of House. I admit that Professor Snape's not like that, but – he has his reasons. Oh, and Hagrid is pretty great too. He's a bit much, but he has a good heart."

Carmelita and I share a look and I notice Harry rolling his eyes. "Something wrong, pup?" Sirius asks as he notices it as well. Hermione turns to her friend and she seems to spot his disbelief. The girl opens her mouth, yet I easily notice that she wants to berate him, not ask him to explain himself. So I call her out and just stare her down. The girl glares at me, but I just frown back as I don't believe that she should judge Harry just like that.
"I won't argue with most of what Hermione said, but – she has a huge admiration for adults. I don't, so I'm more capable of seeing the downsides of adults more easily. And McGonagall's biggest flaw is that she puts high expectations on her students, but she hardly really helps them. Don't even bother, Hermione. Last year and that damned Time Turner are evidence enough. You were working yourself into an emotional breakdown and she did nothing.
She gave the damned thing to you, told you to keep it secret from everyone, your friends who could have helped you included, and didn't even notice that you weren't using it properly. That you weren't using it to get the hours of rest you needed that were being taken up by all the extra homework all your classes were giving you. And next to that, how many times has our Head of House been to meet with her House these past four years?"

Hermione glares at her friend, yet I can easily see that she is more upset with herself than with her friend. It's obvious that the girl knows that Harry is right and that she hates this. "That adoration of hers might be detrimental to their friendship." Carmelita thinks to herself. I nod in agreement and mentally add to this that the same might be true for her slightly bossy attitude and her apparent love to be right about things.
Carmelita grimaces and I hear her think: "She was like that when we met Harry. He had apparently agreed with her that he would use his broom to outfly the dragon he was meant to face. But when he got into the arena, he changed his mind and decided to use his Cooper techniques instead. When she confronted him about this, she almost sounded like she was accusing him. As if he broke a rule by not going with their original plan."
This upsets me and reminds me of how my dad would always say that no plan can survive without a plan B. This seems to cheer Carmelita up and I hear her think: "We might need a plan and a plan B to help Harry and Hermione. I don't know about you, Ringtail, but to me it seems as if their friendship is more based on their adventures together than anything." I nod in agreement with this and suddenly I wonder something.

"Harry, can I speak with you for a moment?" I ask my little brother and yet this seems to be the wrong thing to ask. The boy tenses entirely and almost looks like a deer caught in a headlight. Instantly Carmelita calms him down and reassures him. I smile at my innocent little brother and gently apologize for my wording. Harry nods relieved and we head for the cubicle next to mine. There I sit close to him on the bed and ask:
"It's about your friendship with Hermione. I was just curious on when the last time was that the two of you spoke of your favorite things. You know, like your favorite food, color and things like that." Harry looks at me for a moment and I easily see that he seems to be studying me. I realize that this must be because, like Carmelita and me, he is doubtful about his last and only friend in this world. This fact almost breaks my heart.

Harry sighs after a moment and mutters: "We never did. Ron and Hermione are indeed very vocal about what they like and love, but – I'm not. It's because of how I was raised. Admitting that I liked something often had the Muggles I grew up with try to take that from me or destroy it if they could be given the chance. After I entered the Wizarding World, I just started to show what I liked instead of outright saying it."
I nod in understanding at this. And even though there is a curtain between us, I have no doubt that Carmelita is writing this down as well. Then she remembers that we have our first Occlumency session tonight and I hear her mentally decide that Harry will be joining us as Dumbledore apparently wants to meet with him about his home address. I mentally agree with this idea and then I remind her of Sirius and his role in Harry's life.

"Right, once Sirius is free, he can take Harry in. Until then, he's staying with us. I'm not going to let this old man send my little brother back to Muggles that just make him so private and hurt him on such an emotional level." I feel incredibly proud of my beloved and I know that she is happily sensing these emotions. Then Harry goes on and mutters: "Next to that, there is another problem. Something that is both my fault and theirs."
I turn my attention back to my little brother and he goes on: "Hermione and Ron have always been very vocal about their delights and favorite things, but – they're sometimes even more vocal about their opinions, especially when it comes to something they don't accept. To be honest, the rest of the Wizarding World seems to be the same in that. And well, I don't always agree with the things they dislike, but – I didn't want to lose them as friends.
Not just because I wouldn't have been here without them, but also because almost everyone else in this school constantly gave me the belief that they had their opinions of me ready even before I stepped my first foot into this school. I was the Boy-Who-Lived. I was James Potter's clone. I was Lily Potter's prodigy. No one ever saw me as just Harry. No one ever gave me the belief that Just Harry was enough for them.

That just Harry could be someone, someone special, someone strong, someone – just someone, you know?" Harry asks me. And while he might be fourteen, right now the boy looks to small enough I could mistake him for a ten year old. Then suddenly the curtain opens and Sirius and Lupin step through. I spot Carmelita holding Hermione back and hear her telling the girl that this is a family thing, not a friend thing.
The girl seems to disagree with this, but Sirius forcefully closes the curtain behind him before she can start to argue. He turns to Lupin and the man nods before he casts some kind of spell on the curtains. It takes me a second to realize that this is probably a locking or sealing spell of some kind and I mentally bless the bond that I now have. I feel Carmelita's amusement rise at this and I turn to Harry as I whisper: "Tell them what you told me."

Harry blinks between the three of us several times. For a few minutes silence hangs between us. I see Harry thinking as he stares between us and the boy seems to come to some kind of conclusion of his own. He takes and releases a deep breath and gets off the bed. He stares at both men in front of us for several more minutes and I can almost see him gathering his courage. Sirius seems heartbroken over this and I really can't blame him.
"Who am I to you?" And just that one question does it. While that question might only have five words, the emotion behind it speaks a thousand words. Harry's voice is full of fear, hope, despair, pain, heartache and a desperate need to be proven wrong as he asks this question. Lupin asks him what he means, but I shake my head at him and tell him to just answer the question. The man turns to me, but Sirius seems to get it.

He walks over to the boy, lowers himself down somewhat so that the two are eye-to-eye and he speaks. "You're my son." And while Sirius' statement is even shorter than Harry's question, his voice is as full of emotion as my brother's was when he asked his question. Love, acceptance, care, respect and a need to care and love are clear to be heard in just those three words. Harry's eyes tear up and he hugs Sirius tightly.
Lupin stares and blinks at the two as they just silently stand there, just embracing each other. Yet while the man might be confused, I can easily see how this simple hug conveys more between the two than words ever could. And so I just explain the werewolf. "Harry grew up with people who despised him for having anything that he liked. And the wizards here are very vocal about what they like and dislike about things.
Harry told me that he has things he likes, traits about him that he likes, that a lot of people voiced a negative opinion about in his past. He also told me that, even before he came to Hogwarts, most of your former colleagues already had their opinion of him ready. And none of those opinions seemed to think that just Harry was enough. But that put a pressure on Harry that he just felt like distancing himself, just to not get hurt."

Lupin's eyes are huge and wide at this point, yet I don't really care for him. What I care about is right in front of me, but another something that I care about is on the other side of the closed curtains. And the emotions that I can sense coming from Carmelita both fuel my own, but they also concern me. The vixen, as I spoke, was growing more and more agitated and even angered. And the fact that Hermione is the only one with her doesn't sit well with me.
"That girl really is the living embodiment of what Harry just said about people and their opinion. I'd almost consider her the main reason the wall brought us to Harry specifically." My beloved snarls in her mind. I wish I had control over my emotions as I try to send her emotions that I hope will help her calm down. Then she mentally – and I'm sure vocally – asks one question: "So do you want to be Harry's friend or dictate his life?

And who gave you the permission to decide that you can do the latter?" I get off the bed as I hear this question in my mind and I tell Lupin to open the curtain. The man looks at me, but I just stare back. Lupin follows through and I open the curtains. But I only let Lupin through and then close the curtain again. Hermione wants to storm through, but before she can do more than get up, I pull my cane from my back and take a defensive stance.
The girl looks at me shocked and horrified, but I just glare back at her. "What is going on here? Mr. Cooper, why are you standing like that? You should be in bed resting! Remus, explain what is going on here, please." Madam Pomfrey demands as she storms into the cubicle. I wonder how she knew things were going wrong, but ignore it for now. Instead I climb back into bed and Carmelita instantly embraces me.

I can feel her rage and disgust through the bond, yet her embrace doesn't convey these emotions. Instead, the hug is warm, comforting, reassuring and loving and this brings a smile to my face. Remus shrugs at Madam Pomfrey and so Carmelita explains. "It's to do with Harry, Madam Pomfrey. He came clean to Sly that he is a very private and secretive person. That he became like this, because of how he was raised.
It wasn't just his relatives who always tried to negate anything Harry might like, it's also the fact that many wizards are very opinionated and aren't exactly subtle about their opinions, especially when they dislike something. Harry told Sly how, when he first came here, everyone already seemed to have an opinion of him ready before he could even do anything. Harry admitted how this, over the years, made him feel worthless.

He admitted how he wants to be just Harry, but how he believes that not to be enough for anyone he's ever met. So I had Sirius and Lupin head into the other cubicle, where this whole conversation took place. But the whole reason behind the conversation was Harry and Hermione had very different opinions when it comes to their Head of House. Sly and I noticed this, so while he talked with Harry, I talked with Hermione.
And when Harry admitted what he did, I addressed this to Hermione. Sly heard Harry ask Sirius and Lupin who he was to them and I asked Hermione the same thing. I just didn't really like the answers and Sly was able to sense that, so he came back in here while he left Harry with Sirius. And when Hermione made it look to Sly that she wanted to confront Harry about his beliefs, instead of accepting them Sly took a defensive stance."

The woman nods and the look on her face speaks volumes. "I already conveyed my own beliefs on this matter with the Headmaster, Mrs. Cooper. And yes, Miss Granger, your friend is indeed correct in his beliefs. In your very own First I saw students attack Mr. Potter and he just shrugged it off, regardless of the pain he was in. And I saw the look on his face when this happened, Miss Granger. It was a look of acceptance.
Mr. Potter, on more than one occasion back then, should have come to me when this happened. He didn't. Instead he suffered fractured bones in his legs, sprained knees, ankles and wrists, at least three headaches if those falls I witnessed where any indication and other things. Things I could have easily healed, but that he never came to me for. Because he was used to it, Miss Granger. He was used to his own peers hurting and bullying him."

Hermione stares at the woman and then screams the question of why she never did anything. But Madam Pomfrey glares down at her and snaps: "I did. I just regret that I did it off screen. Every last student who I saw put Mr. Potter through this hell, I put in detention in my Hospital Wing. I also reported it several times to Minerva, but she obviously did nothing about my reports as it just kept happening over and over again.
And when Mr. Potter ended up in here at the end of the year, you can bet your wand I let Minerva know it. I told her exactly what I thought of her and how I blamed her. And don't you argue with me, young lady, I know just fine that you and your friends went to warn her about the Stone before you three went down to protect it. She discarded you and that's why you did what you did. Why your friend ended up in here."
"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?" Hermione screams. For a second I wonder and worry whether or not her voice is loud enough to penetrate through the silencing charms that are on the curtains between my cubicle and Harry's. But the curtains remain unmoving and I take this as a good sign. Carmelita pulls me closer and I can hear her mentally whispering words of comfort in my mind. I feel my concerns calming down.

Madam Pomfrey, on the other hand, seems as ready to explode as Hermione. Yet the woman's tone turns icy cold instead of loud and furious. "Miss Granger, I'm going to be honest with you. I long stopped working here out of respect for my fellow staff members. I long ago stopped working here because I think Hogwarts to be the greatest thing since sliced bread. I am still working here, because of students like Mr. Potter.
Students who suffer in silence thanks to the loudmouthed bullies who think it is their right to walk these halls and that this school is theirs to command. Students who are the victims of bullies who are too lazy to do their own homework and would rather turn their wands on the quiet and the meek. Students who come from an abusive household and who attend this school in the hopes of escaping the hell that is their homelife.
I am working here, because I consider it my solemn duty to be like a balm to their soul. Because I consider it important to be their tower of strength in this castle of pressure and pride. Because I see more and more people lose themselves to their expectations, their pride and their beliefs and because I see them lose sight of what is actually in front of them. And you are just as guilty of that right now as many others, Miss Granger."

By now Hermione is just gaping at the woman. Lupin is also looking both pretty impressed, but also red with shame and embarrassment. I myself feel a combination of pride and respect for the woman in front of me. And I can sense through the bond that Carmelita feels the same. What pleases me is that she also feels a strong sense of relief and comfort and she thinks: "She's going to be a big help in our mission to help Harry."
I nod in agreement with my wife. And this time the new title doesn't make me feel elated, but that's because I'm too focused on the here and now. Then Madam Pomfrey speaks up again and says: "Remember what the Headmaster said about the other times that the wall brought those from the other world to this one, Miss Granger? Yes, the last time was because of the Witch Hunts. But the first time this happened?

I looked it up and let me tell you, the similarities between back then and now are frighteningly strong. It was in 1298 and here's the funny fact. We actually have a Cooper currently here who was brought to this world back then as well – alongside his entire Order." And instantly Carmelita and I are wide eyed as we both realize who the woman is referring to. And indeed, with his head held high, Galleth steps through the curtain at the back.
Part of me wants to ask Galleth why he didn't tell us, but Carmelita mentally tells me to just leave it be for now. I nod at her, but I also tell her to take Galleth with her when she heads off after lunch. My beloved happily agrees with this and Galleth turns to Hermione as he says: "Young lady, I was able to hear everything that was said here and I must say, I am not amused. You seem truly like a fine and intelligent young lady.
However, you are also very obviously headstrong, even more than me and I know I can be headstrong from time to time. When Sly and the others came in, they had to stop me several times from acting before I thought things through. You are right now doing the same. You believe that you can tell Harry what is right and what is wrong. This in itself is wrong. You may be slightly older than Harry, but you are not in charge of his life.

A true friend guides, but they also accept it when their friend disagrees with them about something. A false friend believes that anything they believe in should be shared with those around them, regardless of the opinions of those they call their friends. Friendship does not mean that everyone agrees on everything or that one person is in charge of everything. Especially not beliefs. That is a boss-employee relation, not friendship.
Now, it's almost time for you to head for your next class, so allow me to send you off with this nugget of wisdom. You are truly knowledgeable when you know that you don't know everything – and accept this. When you know that others know things that you don't and accept this, you are smarter than if you were to try and sound like you do know everything there is to know. And yes, this was a lesson I had to teach those of your world before."

Hermione had started to tear up when Madam Pomfrey was reprimanding her and she had even given me the impression that she just wanted to dash out of here. Yet now that she has heard Galleth speak, a pained but thoughtful look is on her face. And then Lupin proves why he was a teacher last year. "Hermione, I advise you to just stay close to Harry, but leave him to the Coopers and the others. In the mean time I give you this advice.
Think back on everything you've been through the last three years. All the times you were afraid and why this was. Truly think about this and truly think about what it was that eased your fears. But also try to deduce why it was this thing or person that eased your fear. I have a strange feeling that more often than not it was Harry. However, I advise you not to let this cloud your judgement. Because you need to ask yourself an important question.
One Harry just asked Sirius and me – and that I admit I need to think about as well. Hermione, is Harry – just Harry – enough for you? Are you willing to put your opinion of the last three years behind you and get to know the Harry that will come out of hanging with Sly and the others? Because, as much as it pains me, I can see that the real Harry is coming out of his shell now that the Cooper Gang is here. To them Just Harry is enough."

Hermione stares at the man for a few moments and then she turns to me. Carmelita and I both nod at her to show that Lupin is right. The girl looks down and I notice new tears gathering beneath her eyelids. I look up at Galleth and the knight seems to have spotted the same. He nods at me and walks over. And just like Carmelita holds me lovingly, Galleth wraps a comforting arm around Hermione's shoulder as he guides her out.
I sigh and Carmelita kisses me on the side of my muzzle. "I'll be back in a few hours. You rest up, Ringtail. I love you." And with these mental words the fox takes away the last of my concerns. Her words fill me with a renewed sense of love and elation and I return the sentiment. And I happily call her my wife once again. Carmelita beams back at me and then she heads into the other cubicle to pick up Harry and take him to his next class.

That happened,
To be honest, this was meant to be a short lunch break and then Harry and Hermione escorting Galleth and Carmelita to Transfigurations. Instead, I gave Harry a chance to grow closer to his brother and godfather, but I also created a temporary break between him and Hermione. And to be honest, I did this because I don't feel like writing a Bossy Hermione. I want to write a Hermione similar to the one in Master Yen Sid.
So yeah, expect a chapter in Hermione's POV sometime soon. I think next chapter is going to be in either Harry, Carmelita or McGonagall's POV and then the chapter after that is definitely going to be in Harry's POV. However that chapter is going to create another rift between Harry and another that he once called a friend. I am really creating just more and more strive for our little coon, aren't I? Or future little coon, I suppose I should say.
Oh well, laterz,

Venquine1990