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Chapter 46
The willow tree had lost the last of its leaves, letting the dappled light of a weak, nearly winter sun slip through the clouds and fall across Fleur's face. It was a faint, pleasant warmth on her skin as she lay along the length of the branch, her head resting in Harry's lap.
These were the moments she treasured. They seemed so far from the rest of the world and the gathering troubles it was easy to forget everything else and just enjoy the sunlight playing across her face.
A single wet drop landed on her cheek, the first threat of rain from the cloud-patched sky.
Sooner or later it always has to end.
'We should head back to the chateau,' Harry commented, brushing the droplet off her cheek, and replacing his glasses on his nose. 'It's going to rain properly this time.' Fleur frowned, she preferred him without the spectacles, they hindered her view of his eyes.
There had been scattered, brief rain and faint rainbows all day. The sky could not seem to decide whether to go with sun or showers.
Fleur reluctantly sat up. She supposed Harry was right, but Gabrielle was back at the chateau for the weekend and likely bored enough to cause trouble.
'Are you going to apparate me?' He asked her. 'Or do I have to walk in the rain?'
'If my parents were around you would be offering to walk,' Fleur remarked with a touch of humour.
Harry had understood where her parents were coming from, and she knew he didn't really blame them, but he still didn't like how they slightly disapproved of his relationship with Fleur. Every time he conversed with them Fleur could detect the thinnest veneer of ice in his ever polite voice. She could hardly blame him, not when she'd reacted so much more strongly than him.
Her father had taken to leaving copies of the Daily Prophet out where she could see them, just like the spiteful girls had done last year. He meant well, Fleur knew he did, but he had no right to do what he was doing and she had told him so, bright-blue, conjured flames running over her fingers as she yelled at him.
'I have nothing against your family,' Harry told her smoothly, but he looked a little guilty.
'You get on with Gabrielle,' Fleur agreed, smiling at him to show she didn't mind, 'but you did bribe her with Clafoutis, so I'm not sure it counts.'
'It wasn't a bribe,' Harry protested. 'It was a deal. I gave her the Clafoutis and she would stop pestering us about being romantic.'
'Well it's worked so far,' Fleur congratulated him.
The raindrops began to fall in earnest, beating an increasingly fast-paced staccato that dissolved into the patter of a full shower, drowning out the sound of the river beside them.
'Let's go,' Fleur decided, taking Harry's arm, and apparating them back into the safety of the chateau before they got soaked.
'Did you kiss in the rain?' Gabby asked cheerfully, bounding into the entrance hall at the sound of their apparition.
'No,' Harry answered resignedly.
'It's ok,' Fleur patted him comfortingly on the shoulder, 'the deal lasted a lot longer than anyone expected.'
'Three hours is not a long time,' Harry pointed out. 'We've barely seen each other since we went to Paris!'
'Are you going back outside to kiss?' Gabrielle pressed.
'I will hex you,' Fleur promised her little sister sweetly.
Gabby stuck her tongue out childishly. 'I'm bored,' she pouted, 'there's nothing to do except read and I've been reading all morning. I even read that silly English paper.'
Harry looked vaguely apprehensive, casting a glance past Gabrielle into the room behind her.
'I've read it,' Fleur told him. 'There's nothing about you, for once.'
'Just a big article about an escape from Azkaban,' Gabby agreed. Harry blinked, then swept past her sister to snatch the paper from the table and read it himself.
He read it quickly, skimming down the column with hardening eyes.
'Is any of it true?' Fleur asked him gently.
'Some of it,' he shook his head angrily, 'I have no doubt that these prisoners have escaped, but it wasn't Sirius Black that helped them.'
'I thought Black was a Death Eater too?' Gabby asked from the entrance hall.
'He wasn't,' Harry replied firmly. He gave Fleur a look that promised an explanation, then changed the subject. 'Do you want to help me practise hex deflection?'
Fleur nodded, then flicked her hair back over her shoulder. She had promised to help him and being able to block and deflect spells was crucial, that and throwing stinging hexes at him would be quite fun for her.
'Can I help?' Gabrielle asked eagerly.
'Only if Fleur agrees and you promise not to ask anymore questions about kissing in the rain,' Harry replied dryly.
'You can help,' she assured her little sister. 'We're going to be hexing Harry until he learns to block and deflect them back.'
Gabrielle grinned, then froze at the sound of hissing from the kitchen. 'My hot chocolate,' she exclaimed, scampering off to rescue her drink. Her little sister had avoided managing to make that promise quite well.
'Come one,' Fleur gave him a gentle push in the direction of the basement, 'you can tell me about Sirius Black on the way while Gabby is distracted.'
Harry nodded, and let her lead him away.
Once they were a few metres down the stairs and out of earshot of her sister he began to explain. 'Sirius is my godfather,' he told her simply. 'None of what they say about him is true. He never betrayed my parents and he certainly didn't help anyone escape from Azkaban.'
'What really happened?' Fleur asked.
'Voldemort broke them out,' Harry responded slowly, as if she had missed something very obvious.
'I meant at Godric's Hollow.'
'That makes more sense,' Harry grinned, then his face shifted into something more sombre. 'Sirius was supposed to be the secret keeper for the Fidelius Charm, but it was decided that he was too obvious so they switched to Peter Pettigrew at the last moment. The rat was the true traitor, he faked his death and Sirius ended up in Azkaban.'
'Pettigrew's still alive,' she realised. 'He better hope we never get our hands on him.'
'He's dead,' Harry told her, as they made their way past the wine racks into the reinforced and warded part of the basement. 'He was killed last year, someone from Beauxbatons found what Dumbledore told me was his body.'
Fleur paled. It had been her and Gabrielle that had found the wizard's body in the Forbidden Forest. She quite vividly remembered the scorched skeleton.
'What's wrong?' Harry asked, taking her hand.
'Gabby and I found that body,' she told him. 'It was horrible, Gabrielle had nightmares for a few nights afterwards because of the magic she could feel there.' Harry frowned, looking a little worried. It was sweet of him to feel concerned over them.
'Dumbledore said that the Ministry wouldn't accept who he was,' Harry continued, kindly leading the conversation away from the unpleasant memory. 'Sirius' name won't be cleared, not until the Ministry open their eyes.'
'I'm sorry,' Fleur murmured.
'You have nothing to be sorry for,' Harry smiled at her. 'He was rather happy that Pettigrew was dead, I don't think he ever expected to be cleared in the first place.'
'You're in contact with him?' Fleur asked. Sirius Black was being hunted all across Britain and Europe, having any contact with him was very dangerous, especially when the Ministry was waiting for any excuse to act against Harry.
'He's quite safe and very well hidden,' Harry assured her. 'We won't get caught.'
'Good,' she told him, squeezing his hand tightly, 'don't do anything stupid.'
'I won't,' he promised seriously. 'Rita Skeeter's said quite enough about me for one lifetime.'
The patter of Gabrielle's hurried footsteps became audible as she neared the door and the end of the basement.
'Did I miss anything?' She asked, placing her hot chocolate on the floor next to the door. The white mug was coated with foam from where she had spilt it running down after them. No doubt her sister had left a nice trail all the way back up into the house.
'We haven't even started,' Fleur laughed. 'I was just about to explain to Harry what he's trying to do.'
'I read a bit about it at the start of last year,' her beau commented.
'Gabby will be learning about it soon anyway,' Fleur shrugged, 'so I might as well start from the basics.'
'You just want to play teacher again,' Harry smirked.
Fleur felt herself flush slightly, but didn't reply.
So what if I like explaining things to someone I know will listen?
'Go on Professor Fleur,' Gabby giggled.
'Hush class,' she responded good-naturedly, 'or it will be detention.'
'I don't think Harry will mind getting detention with his Professor,' Gabrielle snickered.
Fleur drew her wand threateningly and her sister dramatically pressed her fingers across her mouth to indicate she would be quiet.
'Deflecting hexes is based off the effect created by two colliding curses,' Fleur explained. 'If two spells meet in the air, then they can ricochet off one another or just stop dead. You're trying to achieve a more controlled effect by projecting your magic through your wand to deflect spells away.'
'So it's like conjuring a mirror to reflect spells,' Gabby voiced.
'Gabrielle got it first,' Fleur remarked, amused.
'I already knew that,' Harry responded grouchily, 'and even if she did, so what? We're the same age!'
'Then you'll be able to deflect this,' Fleur smiled. 'Expelliarmus.'
Harry cheekily side-stepped it instead and Gabby giggled.
'I'll deflect it next time,' he promised, sliding his wand out of his sleeve. Gabrielle eyed the slender piece of ebony curiously. If she listened her sister could learn a lot about a wizard's or witch's magic from their wand, much more than Fleur could.
'You better, move a bit further away Gabrielle, you don't want to be hit by the deflected curse.' Fleur raised her wand once more and cast again, this time she used the Stinging Hex, just in case he needed some extra motivation not to let it hit him.
Harry flicked his wand casually in the direction of the approaching curse and Fleur almost sighed, there was no way such an unfocused attempt would stop her hex, even an underpowered one like she had just cast.
The Stinging Hex flashed back past her head and fizzled away against the wall. Fleur smoothed her hair, narrowing her eyes at Harry.
'You have done this before,' she growled.
'I haven't,' he promised, raising his hands placatingly. 'I've only seen it done.'
'Did you intentionally direct it back at me?' Fleur asked.
'Maybe…' His eyes glinted mischievously, and Gabrielle laughed.
'We'll have to speed things up,' Fleur decided, eager for a little revenge, 'care to help Gabby?'
'Of course,' her baby sister chirped. 'What are we casting?'
'Just very light Stinging Hexes,' Fleur instructed firmly. 'I do not want to explain to maman why we accidentally killed Harry in the basement.'
'Not very romantic,' Gabrielle agreed.
Harry shifted his footing and balance, raising his wand. Behind his glasses his bright, green eyes sharpened and froze. Fleur shivered slightly, he looked quite dangerous wearing that expression. She quite wanted to kiss him looking like that.
Gabrielle cast the spell at the same time as she did, Harry deflected hers, sending it hissing viciously off to one side, but Gabby's struck him on the hip and he winced.
'Not at the same time, Gabby,' Fleur told her sister.
'Sorry,' she laughed, watching Harry ruefully rubbing his hip.
'You're pushing too much magic into it,' Fleur corrected. 'You want it to be enough to redirect the hex, not to try and hurl it away from you.'
'Again?' Gabrielle asked, cheerfully raising her wand.
'Does she get to practise this as well?' Harry was giving her baby sister a flat stare.
'Not until she's older,' Fleur decided, ignoring the fact that Harry was the same age as her sister. 'Hex him, Gabby.'
Harry deflected the Stinging hexes Gabby happily threw up at him with less and less force until it seemed he was simply flicking them away off from the tip off his wand. Fleur cast a few of her own, reducing the time he had to think in between spells, but he kept going even when when stretched, sending spells scattering away from him into the walls until there was smashing sound, and Gabby squeaked despairingly.
'My hot chocolate,' she moaned, lowering her wand to gaze mournfully at the pieces of china and spreading puddle.
'I think that might be karma,' Harry remarked, as Fleur waved her wand to repair the mug. Sadly the spilt hot chocolate couldn't be saved and continued to steam on the floor.
'You spilt my hot chocolate,' Gabrielle accused him. 'You owe me,' she decided, turning the full force of her pleading look on Harry. Her beau met Gabby's big, blue eyes with his own calm stare, then smiled triumphantly and turned to Fleur.
'It doesn't work for her either,' he grinned. 'I can ignore it.'
'I'm not using my allure,' Gabby protested, throwing nervous look in Fleur's direction. 'I promise.'
She had better not have.
Her sister had given a promise never to direct it at Harry again, not because Fleur was afraid it would affect him, but because it was not done for a veela to deliberately charm the companion of another veela, little sister or not.
'You mean that's natural?' Harry looked faintly disturbed, and Gabrielle's lower lip quivered dangerously. 'Alright,' he caved. 'I owe you.'
'Can I touch your wand?' Gabrielle asked, extending a hand.
'I don't think your sister would approve,' Harry responded with a completely straight face. Gabby spluttered, red-faced and Fleur had to fight back her flush.
'Revenge is sweet,' Harry decided triumphantly. 'You can,' he grinned, 'but don't try and cast anything with it, Neville got burnt when he tried. It's very closely bonded to me.'
Gabrielle took the ebony wand from his hands, holding it between her forefinger and thumb.
'It's cold, like I'm gripping an icicle,' she frowned, 'I don't think it likes me holding it. Do you mind if I listen to it?'
Harry glanced at her quizzically.
'You remember I told you that we can feel magic to a certain extent?' He nodded. 'I can tell whose magic is whose, as long as the casters aren't too similar, so I'd have trouble with similar people who were close relations, but Gabby is a lot better than me.'
'Let me explain, Fleur,' Gabrielle interrupted. 'You always make it sound so strange.'
'It is strange,' Fleur jibed, 'but go ahead and explain to Harry.'
'I can feel the magic when I listen to it,' she chirped happily. 'As long as I focus on it I can find out what it's like. Most of the time I just get an impression of what the spell feels like, but sometimes, if it's strong enough, I get more. Fleur only gets a fraction of what I do.' She stuck her chin in the air and Fleur couldn't suppress her smile. It was good that Gabby was quite a different veela than she was, she wouldn't want another version of herself as a sibling.
'What do you feel from a wand?' Harry asked, suddenly looking very curious.
'Wands are meant to feel like the magic of their owner,' Gabrielle answered. 'If I listen to the wand then I can feel what your magic is like.' She pulled a slightly anxious face. 'It's quite a personal thing, but you're Fleur's now, and Maman said I can listen to anyone's wand if they're part of the family.'
A strange, soft smile, flickered across Harry's lips for an instant and he closed his eyes briefly. 'Listen away,' he decided. 'I'm curious to hear what you feel.'
Gabby took his wand in both her hands and pressed it tightly against her chest, scrunching her eyes tightly shut.
'It's cold,' she complained.
She stayed silent for a long minute, listening, an enraptured, fascinated expression on her face, her eyelids flickering.
'It's so alive,' she whispered.
Fleur blinked, surprised. Gabrielle had done this to her, several times, and told her that her magic felt like running her fingertips across warm silk, or hot, dry rose petals. It was soft, but strong. Her mother's magic had been described as similarly warm and smooth, like all veela influenced magic was, even if their mother was not so gifted as they were. Her father's had been the most different so far, Gabby had told him that it was like warm wool, less fine than their magic, but still strong.
'It's like holding my hand in the river in winter,' Gabby smiled, still not opening her eyes. 'The current is strong, and it's ice cold.' Her voice was full of fascination. 'I can almost hear the water whispering.' She squeezed her eyes more tightly shut. 'I'm sure if I could just listen a little harder I would hear it.'
Harry frowned and pulled his wand from her grasp. 'I think that's enough,' he decided, smiling slightly. Gabby looked disappointed, but Harry glanced pointedly at her hands that were pale, and purple-nailed from the cold his wand had been exuding.
'Don't try stealing it later,' Fleur warned her sister. 'Harry's wand is quite unique, it has a liquid core and seems to be very closely bonded to him. It was reluctant to respond to you were pouring your magic over it to listen, and that was when he gave you permission, please don't try it later.'
'It burnt Neville when he tried to use it even after I gave him permission,' Harry added. 'It wasn't particularly painful, but it looked quite uncomfortable.'
'I wasn't going to,' Gabby sulked. Fleur knew that she had been planning to do exactly that and gave her a sharp, disbelieving look. Her sister giggled mischievously.
Harry slipped it back inside his sleeve.
'Getting back to why we actually came down here,' Fleur reminded them, 'Harry's got the idea. It won't be as easy deflecting different spells at different speeds and still be able to control where they go, and you could probably do with working on your reflexes to make sure you're as fast as you can be.'
'Has the lesson ended? Are we free to leave, Professor Fleur?' Gabrielle asked cheekily.
'Shoo, Gabby,' Fleur smiled, watching as her sister snatched her mug and set off to replace her lost hot chocolate.
'Your mother runs a potions shop, doesn't she?' Harry mused.
'Yes,' she answered. 'Why?' Harry had never shown any particular interest in potions beyond what he needed to know for his exams.
'Did you mean what you said about not caring what I did?' He asked quietly.
'As long as you're mine,' she reminded him softly, moving across to lean herself against him.
'I know a way to improve my reflexes, and my eyesight,' he told her hesitantly, 'but I need a few things that I don't know how to get hold of.'
'What do you need?' Fleur asked, dubious. She knew of most of the potions that might help him, but none of them lasted very long.
'Wormwood, Bayberry, unicorn horn, unicorn tail, salamander's blood and a griffin claw,' Harry listed.
Fleur frowned, those things did not go together at all. 'Is it some kind of strengthening potion?' The griffin claw and salamander's blood would both fit into such a recipe, and unicorn products were magical potent, but neutral in most potions. The magical plants had nothing in common with any of the other ingredients, but both were added to potions used to undo damage to the macula and retina in aurors who'd been exposed to bright light.
'Not exactly,' Harry's lips twisted nervously. 'I need the effect to be permanent.'
'Just tell me,' Fleur demanded. 'I don't care how bad you think it sounds.'
'A ritual,' Harry admitted, 'using blood magic.'
It did sound worse than she had anticipated, and her stomach squirmed, but her fear was only for him. Fleur trusted his judgement. Harry wouldn't do something without good reason, and she didn't want him getting hurt just because she was afraid of what other people might think or say about his route to staying strong.
'That sounds dark,' Fleur responded trying to sound teasing, but her voice came out uncertain and wavering.
'There's no such thing as dark or light magic,' he explained seriously. 'The only thing that matters is the intent behind your casting. I could use a supposedly harmless spell to hurt someone, or a dangerous spell to save your life. Please don't label me like the others have.'
'I'm not judging you, Harry,' she told him fiercely. 'I don't want you dying because you lose your glasses. I just don't want you doing something that will get you in trouble, or change you into something you shouldn't be.'
'I only need those items,' he assured her. 'Once I have those I just use a bit of my blood as the medium, a sacrifice to ensure that the effect remains permanent.'
Fleur suppressed her slight sigh of relief. She had feared, after hearing the words blood magic, that it would involve some kind of twisted sacrificial magic and he'd come out completely different to what he was now.
'I think I can get you all of those,' she smiled. 'Does this mean you'll stop wearing your glasses?'
'I won't need them if it works,' he grinned. 'That will be the only noticeable change, though.'
'I like your eyes,' she told him, kissing him softly. 'I think it's a good idea if you're going to stop hiding them behind those spectacles.'
'Thank you,' he whispered, kissing her back a little harder. 'Thank you for not jumping to conclusions.'
'You have to tell me what you're doing though,' Fleur instructed him, letting him wrap his arms around her waist and keep her close. 'I don't like not knowing what you're up to. You might be doing something stupid or dangerous again.'
'As you command,' he grinned, pulling her closer still. 'It's a ritual that uses the magical properties of numbers to focus and enhance the useful properties I gain from those ingredients.'
'And the blood magic?'
'To make the effect permanent,' Harry answered. 'A sacrifice to allow me to keep the benefits. As the upsides aren't too beneficial in the great scheme of things, the relative sacrifice is affordable. Don't worry about it. The principles of blood magic are probably applicable to every field of magic, you know, including enchanting, but I doubt you'll want to make use of it.'
'Why not?' Fleur asked. If all it took was a sacrifice of blood to enhance her enchanting she would have no qualms about using it.
'The sacrifice has to be proportional.' He swallowed slightly. 'It's going to cost me a lot of magic, and a lot of blood to fix my eyes and give myself a small edge. I'll be weak for several days afterwards even with the benefits of the ritual. It's a relatively small sacrifice,' his smile turned wry.
'But you'll be fine afterwards, won't you?' Fleur's heart beat a little faster.
'I will, I know I need to be careful,' he reassured her. 'A powerful wizard who used blood magic to recreate something that had been lost regretted how much he had to sacrifice for it, even if he never regretted the action itself. He wanted to let himself and every blood descendant of his to be able to speak to animals like some wizards of old had been able to. He used blood magic to accomplish a tiny part of that, sacrificing his dying wife and every moment they might have spent together before they parted. The magic worked, but he missed his wife so dearly that he spent the remainder of his life searching for a way to undo his sacrifice and died without ever coming close. I think my parents might have used it to let me survive the Killing Curse, but the magic required everything they might have had if they'd lived for that protection to be granted. It's lasted fourteen years, but they sacrificed everything they had for it. The price is far too high even in success for it to be used lightly.'
'I won't meddle,' Fleur promised, a little upset that he was dabbling in such a dangerous branch of magic.
'I'll only use it when I have no other option,' Harry told her, tightening his arms about her comfortingly. He was very warm, and the gentle throb of his heart against her chest pushed her anxiety away.
'You better not make a mistake,' she warned him.
'I won't,' he grinned. 'I promise.'
'I'll apparate to Carcassonne before you leave and get the ingredients for you,' Fleur decided. 'You'll have to pay, though.'
'They have to be whole,' Harry revealed. 'How much will I owe you?'
'About three hundred galleons, but that excludes the griffin's claw.' Fleur considered briefly how much a whole claw might cost. 'Maybe about six hundred galleons all in,' she informed him.
'I can finally use some of my Triwizard winnings,' he smiled. Fleur scowled playfully until he kissed her like she wanted him to.
'Was there anything else you wanted me to help with? She asked magnanimously. 'Hex-deflecting, rare ingredients for your dark rituals, I'm not sure what else I can offer.'
'Do you know a way to conceal something so it only reveals with a certain phrase?'
'What are you trying to conceal?' Fleur inquired. It was quite a simple thing in principle, but it did depend on what exactly he was trying to hide.
'A map, hand drawn.' Something slightly cruel gleamed in his eyes, and Fleur decided not to ask. He'd told her two of his secrets already, she shouldn't press for a third. Harry would tell her when he wanted to, and Fleur knew he would want to, nobody else would listen to him like she would.
'Easy,' Fleur smiled proudly. 'Enchant it with concealing charms, then just add an activation phrase like I have with our lockets and the portkey. Let's go upstairs and I'll show you.'
They drifted back up the stairs, and Fleur was pleased that Harry didn't even seem to consider removing the arm he'd left around her waist. He'd come a long way from the young wizard who'd flinched every time she came too close.
'So how do I do it?' Harry asked, watching her carefully as she stole part of Gabrielle's drafted essay, earning a pout from her sister.
'You enchant the ink with the concealing charms, but you make sure that they're all tied together. If you imagine all the enchantments as small pieces of thread, you want them intertwined to form a stronger thread. That will stop anyone from being able to reveal it by just using the Revealing Charm or other normal methods.' Fleur demonstrated, borrowing Gabby's quill and ink.
'It's disappeared,' Harry remarked dryly when Fleur cast the Revealing Charm and nothing happened. Gabrielle sniggered slightly.
'Do you want me to show you?' Fleur asked, not really offended.
'Sorry,' Harry apologised, not looking the least bit guilty. He never genuinely apologised for poking fun at her.
'You then want to enchant the parchment to reveal anything upon it when a certain phrase is said. That's a simple, single piece of magic and as long as you make it strong enough it will bypass the concealment charms on the ink.'
'That's it?' Harry asked. He looked a little disappointed.
'If you wanted me to show you something more spectacular you should have been more ambitious in what you wanted to learn,' Fleur retorted, smirking. 'I'd suggest a few extra enchantments to stop anyone tampering with, or re-enchanting the parchment, but it's the most elegant solution I know. Enchanting the ink to conceal itself permanently rather than making a complex set of triggers is a lot safer and easier.'
'If the ink is permanently hidden, then how is the enchantment on the parchment going to reveal it?' Harry asked, slightly puzzled.
'The two enchantments are not connected,' Fleur pointed out. 'The ink will remain concealed, so that area of the parchment will not change, but the rest of the map is able to darken or change to show where the concealed ink is once the activation phrase is spoken.'
'That's very clever,' Harry grinned.
'I can make it for you, if you want?' Fleur offered. She was fond of making things for Harry, even more than she was of making them for Gabby, and rarely got an excuse.
'I don't have the piece of parchment I need to enchant with me,' Harry admitted. 'I shall have to do it myself and hope I manage to do it half as well you would have done.'
Fleur smiled, then kissed him for his flattery.
'Not while I'm here,' Gabby complained, retrieving her quill while Fleur was distracted.
'I thought it was romantic?' Harry laughed.
'It's romantic if you kiss her in the rain,' Gabrielle explained. 'It's just awkward if you do it while I'm sitting right here.'
Harry grinned, leant forward, and kissed her again, more ardently than before, flicking the tip of his tongue against Fleur's bottom lip. A shiver of pleasure tingled its way down her spine.
Gabby screwed her eyes shut and pouted in protest.
AN: Please read and keep on reviewing, thanks to all those who do.
P.S. (Newly dubbed as PaC Script) I'm assuming there were 3 more parts to that review, but I only got to moderate part one four times? (This is why you should have an account!) You have some fair points, but I'd like to point out my hands are still a little tied by the sometimes sketchy rules of J K Rowling's universe, and that you probably should have read Chapter 45, before getting too judgey over the DA, it would have saved you some typing if nothing else. Besides, you don't have to forgive someone for them to be useful, do you? Anyway, please keep reviewing, I'm always interested, even if there's no french accent ;)
