Author's Note: Whew, it's been a long time since I've updated. (Well long for me anyways.) See, what happened was that I innocently went to check how many reviews I have and saw that I had over 600, fainted and only regained consciousness now. (My buff, topless fanner guys woke me.) OVER 600!!!! Thank you guys so much. I just can't believe this. I mean, wow. 600 just seems so high!! Thank you guys so much. All you reviewers are really responsible for this fic still being here. You really boost my spirits. I do read every single review, and love them all. The chapters may be slowing slightly (though am desperately trying to prevent this) because I've had so many ideas for scenes or ways to improve the fic. I'm frantically writing during my classes and procrastinating homework to try and work on it. Don't be sad though, because this way, the fic will be much better. And I will never get my updates too far apart. Uh yeah, so, on with the chapter!! Hope you all like!!
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On his way to the Transfiguration room for his "detention," Harry rounded a corner to find a group of third years standing in a semi-circle against a wall.
He was about to pass when a bit of their conversation caused him to stop.
"Give me back my things right now or you'll be so sorry," came a shaky voice.
"Oh the dirty little snake wants his things back, does he? Well sorry, but nasty little Slys don't get their things back without a little begging."
"What's this? A diary? What are you, a girl?"
"Give that back!"
"If you want it back you'll have to beg. So get down on your knees and bow…"
"What's going on here?" Harry asked as he approached. The circle of kids whipped around. Harry was horrified to see they were young Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. Backed up against a wall was a slightly trembling boy: a Slytherin first year by the looks of it. The kids surrounding him were holding his book bag and several items from inside it.
"Are you Harry Potter?" one Gryffindor boy asked in awe. The young Slytherin looked as if he had just been sentenced to death. Harry knew what the boy was thinking: that he'd have no help from a prefect from his rival house.
"Yes. Now what is going on?" he asked sternly, in his best authoritative tone.
"Oh you know, just teaching a filthy Slytherin a lesson, knocking him off of his high pedestal," one explained, as if expecting praise. Instead, Harry was appalled.
"Oh, so you decide to gang up on him, outnumbering him by twelve to one? Corner him against a wall and steal his things, including his wand? Leaving him unarmed? What is that, fair?" he asked furiously.
"But he's a Slytherin," one protested feebly.
"So what? You now have the right to attack him? No, not only attack him, but try to force him to bow down to you? You remind me of Voldemort!" The kids all gasped. "That's right. This behavior is disgusting. If you want to talk about houses, I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be brave. I thought Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart. But you're all acting spineless and idiotic, and worst of all, prejudice. You've all let down your houses and I can only hope that you can make up for your actions. Now put everything back in his book bag."
The third years all timidly obeyed.
"Good. I think you all owe him an apology, but I won't make you give one, since I happen to hate insincerity. Merlin, just think about how you were all acting and try and get passed these stupid house rivalries. Now I suggest you all leave before I get Professor Snape to give out punishments."
The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws scattered, as if running for their lives. The younger Slytherin looked down at the ground. Harry picked the boy's book bag off the ground and handed it to him. The boy took it tentatively, looking up at Harry in confused apprehension.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked.
The boy nodded, not meeting Harry's eye. Harry knew what the boy was feeling.
"Hey don't be embarrassed. It's them who should feel ashamed for acting like such prats. Can you believe this stupid house rivalry stuff? It's so ridiculous."
The boy smiled at him slightly. "Yeah, it really sucks. So you don't care that I'm in Slytherin?" he asked cautiously.
"Nah, you're all little squirty runts to me," he said with a smile to show he was kidding.
"Hey!" the boy said with a laugh. The boy paused, biting his lip. "Are you really the-Boy-Who-Lived?" he blurted out.
"Well, I'm Harry Potter, but all that Boy-Who-Lived stuff is just garbage. What's your name?"
"Charles Crabbe."
Harry froze. "Do you have an older brother?" he asked.
The boy nodded miserably. "Yeah, Vincent. He doesn't like me very much. He's really big and strong and can beat up people, and I'm just a little wimp. He would kill me if he knew I almost got beat up by Gryffindors. But I'm trying to work out so I can be more like him."
"Hey, I think you're fine the way you are. You don't need to be like your brother," he said with a smile. How strange that the two brothers were so different. He wished the younger boy had chosen a better role model. "Well I have to run off to detention," he said, making a face that evoked a laugh from the younger boy, "but if those kids bother you anymore, tell a teacher or find me, okay? Also, keep your wand in your pocket where you can grab it easily and disarm anyone. It's Expelliarmus. That'll disarm them if you need it."
"Okay, Expelliarmus."
"You got it. See you later." Harry nodded goodbye and began to walk off.
"Err…Harry?" the boy called, as if unsure if he was allowed to use the name.
"Yeah?" he asked, turning back around.
"You know, my brother hates you, but I think he's wrong," he said shyly before running off.
Harry blushed and continued his way to the Transfiguration classroom, unaware of the blonde Slytherin who had witnessed the whole scene. Malfoy was still in slight shock at the scene he had witnessed as Harry disappeared around the corner. He shook his head and went off to dinner. He wouldn't tell his friends about this. This was something he wanted to think about on his own.
"Good evening, Harry," Dumbledore said brightly as Harry entered the classroom.
"Hello," he said, nodding back.
"Harry, I've heard some impressive rumors about Potions class today," Remus said with a proud expression. Professor McGonagall looked equally happy.
"Attempting to redeem oneself after nearly blowing up my classroom is not what I would call impressive. I believe 'showing off' would be a more accurate term," Snape sneered. Harry rolled his eyes in response. They had decided to keep their plan a secret from even the other two professors, as neither would be pleased with what Harry was planning to do. As with Ron and Hermione, they couldn't have them yelling anything out at the last second to give it away. If the plan worked out, nobody could interfere without risk of giving it away. If Voldemort attacked, it would be their only chance and they couldn't blow it.
"As pleased as I am that you have obviously shown such promise with your magical abilities, you should be careful with letting too many people know about it. We don't want to provoke You-Know-Who into showing up," said Professor McGonagall. Harry nodded despite the fact that this was part of what they were trying to do.
"All right, Harry, today I thought we'd see how well you rely on your senses aside from sight in dueling. It is very possible that you could either lose your glasses or be hit with a blinding spell during a duel," Dumbledore said with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
Harry gulped. "A blinding spell?" he asked, the nervousness showing through. He didn't like the idea with being completely without sight.
"Don't worry, most aren't permanent," Lupin said kindly. Harry nodded with a weak smile, trying not to think about the permanent ones.
"Since even temporary blinding spells have the potential to damage eyesight, we're going to do this the old fashioned way," Dumbledore said holding up a blindfold.
He motioned Harry to come over and turn around. The headmaster tied the black piece of cloth securely over Harry's eyes.
"I feel like I'm at a little kid's birthday and it's my turn to hit the piñata," he said with a laugh. Dumbledore chuckled while the other three professors looked confused.
"Colorful cardboard animals filled with Muggle candy. I always say that we don't give Muggles enough credit," Dumbledore said almost dreamily. Harry laughed thinking of the old wizard's obsession with Muggle candy.
"You can discuss strange Muggle traditions with Potter later, Albus. Let's get on with this," Snape said impatiently.
"Of course, Severus. Come along, Harry," Dumbledore said amusedly.
Harry started forward toward the middle of the room where they would be dueling. His foot caught the leg of a desk and he crashed to the floor. The room erupted with the professors' laughter. Harry couldn't help but laugh as well.
"Well let's just hope I can duel without sight better than I can walk without it," the young Gryffindor murmured with a blush.
He now felt extremely disoriented. He had thought the desk was behind him, not at his side. He got to his feet and stuck his hands out, feeling around until he found the desk at his side. He cautiously took a step forward and ran into someone.
"Er, sorry," he said.
"It's fine, Harry," Lupin chuckled.
"Er…where exactly am I going?" Harry asked sheepishly.
"This way," Lupin said kindly. He felt a hand gently take hold of his elbow and lead him to the center of the room.
Harry quickly tried to sense where each of the professors were and quickly felt their presence. Dumbledore was easy to recognize because of his great levels of magical power. Snape could be recognized by the dark tinge to his magic that still lingered from his days as a Death Eater and the mark that was still burned into his arm. Lupin was recognizable because of his mark as a werewolf, and McGonagall's animagus abilities made her stand out.
He could tell Lupin would be the first to fire and, in sensing that it wasn't an Unforgivable, whipped around and blocked it. He felt Dumbledore shooting a curse at him from his side and jumped out of the way while putting up a Reflection charm at his side to reflect Lupin's curse back at him.
However, once the professors began moving around, he lost track of them without being able to see them. He tried to sense them again, but was distracted by the curses flying at him. Without being able to sense the castors of the spells, it was more difficult to determine what type of spell they were. He began to just try to dodge them, but could hardly even tell where they were coming from.
Harry stepped back to dodge a curse, stepping right into a Tripping Curse. His feet were ripped out from under him, and next thing he knew he was on his back on the ground. He had dropped his wand, but could sense a curse coming directly for him.
There was no time to roll out of the way so he just threw his hands in front of his face out of instinct.
Nothing happened. He could feel dark magical energy but wasn't feeling any effects of a curse. He heard a collective gasp.
"That's impossible," he heard Professor McGonagall mutter.
"What's going on?" Harry asked, unable to see anything other than darkness. He began to put his arms down to help himself get up.
"Harry, don't move!" Dumbledore instructed. Harry began to panic slightly.
"Why? What's happening?"
"I'm going to untie your blindfold, but don't move, all right?" Lupin's voice came right near Harry's head. The Defense professor untied the knot behind Harry's head and lifted the piece of black cloth. Harry's eyes widened at the sight in front of him.
A jet of light was hovering a mere six inches away from Harry's hands, just like the exploding potion earlier that day. It looked like it was being pushed back by something, but could be released at any moment.
"Is that…" he began.
"The Cruciatus Curse," Snape finished, looking astonished.
"But I thought you couldn't block Unforgivables," Harry said in a near whisper as if he talked any louder, the spell would be provoked into attacking.
"You can't," said Lupin, staring at the frozen jet of light in awe.
"And I've never seen or heard of anyone freezing a spell like you have," Dumbledore added.
"What do I do?" Harry asked, trying not to sound nervous. It was one thing to just be hit by a curse, but another thing to have an extremely painful one hovering right above your face and not knowing what was holding it back.
"Try slowly moving out of the way," Snape instructed, sounding slightly unsure.
Harry slowly tried inching his body to the side, but suddenly, the jet of light shot toward him and stopped only three inches from his hands. Harry froze and tensed up.
"I don't think that's working," he gulped.
"You don't say, Potter," Snape said sarcastically.
Dumbledore stepped forward cautiously. "Harry, try to make it move with your mind. Use your wandless magic."
"Professor, I can use wandless magic to levitate small things and such, not to move frozen curses."
"Well, you used it to freeze the curse in the first place. Just trust yourself. Concentrate on moving it," Dumbledore instructed.
Harry took a deep breath to calm his nerves and nodded. "Okay." He closed his eyes and concentrated with all his might on moving the beam of light away from him.
Slowly, and with an extreme amount of effort, he felt the magical energy of the spell moving slowly away from him. He cautiously opened his eyes to find that the jet of light had backed up significantly.
"I don't think I can hold it much longer," he gasped, feeling practically depleted of energy.
Before anyone could give him advice, Harry felt the curse slipping from his control. He quickly rolled to the side, the curse barely missing him as it struck the spot where he had just been lying.
Harry could barely move, feeling incredibly shaky and tired. He felt someone rolling him onto his back. He opened his eyes wearily to see a worried Snape looking down at him. He had déjà vu, remembering Snape's worried gaze when he had been stabbed.
Snape hooked his arms under Harry's and lifted the boy into sitting position. Lupin knelt in front of Harry and put a small piece of chocolate into the young Gryffindor's mouth.
"Come on Harry. Just eat that. That's right," the werewolf said with a comforting smile.
Harry did as told and immediately felt better. Lupin gave him more chocolate until Harry had regained most of his energy. Snape helped him to his feet. The other adults looked at the Potions master in amusement. Snape scowled at them.
"None of you say a word," he threatened.
"Twenty points to Gryffindor for showing me two things I've never seen before in my long life," Dumbledore said merrily. "That was quite a bit of magic there. We'll have to experiment with that at our next lesson along with working on dueling without sight."
"What's the second thing?" Harry asked curiously.
The headmaster just looked amusedly from him to Snape.
Professor McGonagall ruffled Harry's hair fondly. "I think you've managed to soften up our Potions master. That is more incredible than any bit of wandless magic you can pull off," she said warmly. Snape shot her a death glare, which made her smile even wider.
Harry groaned. "Oh great, now he's going to be extra mean to me to prove you wrong," he muttered. Snape scowled as the other professors laughed, knowing it was true.
"I do not need to prove myself to anyone, Mr. Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor for your accusation," Snape sneered, but only made the other professors laugh harder.
"Ten points to Gryffindor for the precise observation," McGonagall said joyfully.
Harry saw Snape open his mouth to retort. "I better go. I'm late for dinner," he said grabbing his things before the two heads of houses could start a point war.
"Good idea, Harry. Escape while you can," Lupin said with a laugh.
"That was amazing work today, Harry. You should be proud," Dumbledore said fondly.
"Get a good night's rest," Professor McGonagall instructed.
Harry nodded and made his way out of the room. He quickly made his way down the passageways, toward the Great Hall. He rounded a corner and stopped.
Cho Chang was standing there blocking his way.
"Hey Harry," Cho said in a flirty tone.
"I'm late for dinner, Cho," he said in an exasperated tone and tried to move past her but she blocked his way in the narrow hallway. He didn't really want to go and try to get past her since he wasn't sure if she'd try sticking her tongue down his throat again. He sighed and rolled his eyes. "What, Cho?"
"I heard about what you did in your potions class. I'm very impressed," she said, batting her eyelashes and cocking her head to the side.
"Well as long as it pleases you," he said sarcastically.
"Why don't you like me, Harry?" she asked innocently.
Harry sighed in annoyance.
"Because you're a liar, you only think of yourself, and you treat everyone else like they're beneath you."
"You're not beneath me."
"Neither are the people you treat like scum. Listen, just give this up. I'm not going to date you especially after what you did to me in Hogsmeade."
"Harry, darling, don't you understand? We could make headlines together. Hell, we already have."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Oh wow. Everything I want in a girlfriend: someone to use me to get famous," he said sarcastically. "Cho, I don't like you and won't be your boyfriend. Just let me through. My friends are expecting me." He took a step forward, but instead of letting him past, she stepped forward as well.
"Were you responsible for that little prank at dinner last week?" she asked, suddenly looking threatening.
"No, but I think you deserved it after what you did to me," he said crossing his arms.
"You and I will be together, whether you like it or not," she threatened, eyes narrowing.
"Oh that makes a lot of sense," he said sarcastically. "Now let me by."
Instead she whipped out her wand. "Confundus!" she hissed, and the spell hit an unsuspecting and unprepared Harry. Suddenly, nothing made sense. The world seemed to spin around him and the ground began to rock. Where was he? He heard the words, "I wish you'd stop this playing hard to get routine, Harry. You're making things difficult."
"Who?" he managed to get out, but somebody shushed him. Somebody grabbed his hand and was leading him somewhere. It was the only thing that seemed to be staying still and he hung onto it, allowing himself to be pulled along, feeling as if he were floating rather than walking. He grasped his head with one of his hands, trying to make the buzzing nonsense to straighten itself out.
He felt his back being pressed against something solid, but he couldn't figure out if he was standing up or lying down. He pressed one of his palms up against the hard, flat surface to make sure it was still there, while his other hand grasped his head.
"All right, so make sure you get some shots of us kissing. Make sure his scar is visible and same with my face. We need to make sure everyone knows who we are," a voice said. Harry wasn't sure who it was talking to. "Harry?" it whispered.
Harry looked around. There was a shape in front of him, but it seemed to keep moving around and he wasn't sure if it was real. "Hmm?" he murmured.
"I told you I'd have my way," the mysterious voice said. What did it mean? He couldn't remember what it was supposed to mean, and just thinking about it was hurting his head. He felt something moving up his chest.
"Stop," he moaned, pushing at the things climbing around his chest. Was it a snake?
"Don't fight it, Harry," the voice whispered and one of the things on his chest slithered its way up around to the back of his neck. Something soft pressed up against his mouth, making it harder to breathe. He heard a clicking sound in the background and there was a flashing light coming from somewhere. He weakly attempted to shove the thing away but he was having trouble even working his limbs. He turned his head away.
"No, go away," he mumbled. The thing turned his head back and the soft thing was back on his mouth again. He vaguely felt his wrists being pinned back against the solid surface to keep him from pushing the thing away. He didn't have the strength to pull them away.
"Cho," the other voice came, "he looks miserable. These pictures will look like shit in the Daily Prophet." There was a pause and then a gasp. "Ooh, I have an idea. Get him to say something to you and the picture will show his lips saying it and everyone will fuss over lip-reading him. Ooh, that'll be fun. Make him say something!"
"Tell me you want me," the voice demanded.
"Huh?" he asked. He didn't understand why he was being asked to do something so silly sounding.
"Say it," it ordered, the thing descended on his mouth again, suffocating him for what seemed like an eternity before it broke away.
"Stop it," he murmured weakly. Nothing was making sense but he didn't like the way the voice was ordering him about. Wasn't there a reason he didn't like this voice?
"Say it!" The voice was getting angry sounding and his wrists were pinned harder against the surface. He just closed his eyes tightly to try to put his thoughts in order without the distracting confusion around him. The thing covered his mouth again.
"Harry?!" a different voice asked. The thing abruptly lifted off his lips and he could breathe better and his hands came free. He grasped his head again as all the confusion was giving him a headache. The voice sounded familiar. He liked this one more.
"Who…" he trailed off not remembering what he was going to ask
"Go away Granger, this is none of your business," hissed the first voice. She said Granger. He knew that name; it was Hermione's. Was she here?
"'Mione?" he groaned weakly.
"What did you do to him? Let him go! And you, give me that camera!"
"Get out of here you little Mudblood! Don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong."
"Petrificus Totalus!" the nice voice shouted twice. There were two thuds. Then the voice was right near him, maybe even right in front of him. It sounded worried. "Harry?"
"Hmm?" he murmured.
"What's the matter? What did she do to you? Did she cast a spell on you?"
Harry's eyebrows knitted. He remembered something about a spell. In the hallway! But that didn't make sense, or did it? He nodded his head cautiously, unsure if it really did happen.
"Do you know what it was?" the voice asked gently.
Harry shook his head.
"Are you really dizzy?" He nodded. "Is everything really confusing?"
"Yes," he moaned. Everything WAS confusing. He wished everything: his vision, his thoughts, would stop spinning and rocking.
"All right, I think she cast the Confundus Curse on you. I'm going to perform the counter curse, okay?" Harry nodded. He wasn't sure what the voice was talking about, but he trusted the voice.
"Lucidius!"
Harry blinked. Everything fell back into place. He was standing against a wall in the girl's bathroom. Cho was lying in a body-bind on the floor, a scowl frozen on her face, alongside her friend who had a camera in her hand. Hermione stood in front of him looking worried.
"Are you all right, Harry?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks Hermione. What happened?"
"Well, I came in here and she," she pointed accusingly at Cho, "had your arms pinned to the wall telling shouting 'Say it!' You looked really out of it and then she was kissing you. Her friend was taking pictures."
"She got me in the hallway before dinner. I didn't think she'd curse me though," he said, casting a glare at Cho while indignantly picking up his tie off the ground. He couldn't remember having it taken off.
"We should tell Dumbledore or McGonagall. Who knows what she would have done to you if I hadn't come along!"
"No, 'Mione, not this time. I'm fine and I just don't want to deal with it," he said to Hermione. He pried the camera out of Cho's friend's hand and removed the film, destroying it as it hit the light. He then stepped over to Cho, positioning himself so she could see him. "But I'm warning you Cho, leave me alone. If you ever do anything like that again, I won't hesitate to tell the headmaster, and I doubt he will be very pleased. I'm going to unfreeze you now, but remember what I said or I'll get you chucked out of Hogwarts."
"Don't unfreeze them, Harry," Hermione said coldly. "You should just leave them lying here until someone finds them."
"As appealing as that sounds, 'Mione, I don't want to deal with the aftermath of that." He quickly performed the countercurse and they sat up scowling.
"Bitch," Cho sneered at Hermione.
"Don't insult my friend," Harry warned.
She got to her feet in a huff and brushed off her robes. She stuck her nose in the air and pushed passed Hermione toward the door, her friend scrambling after her, snatching the empty camera out of Harry's hands.
"You're making a big mistake Harry," Cho called before angrily marching out the door.
"I really doubt that," he murmured, re-tying his tie. "I'll wait for you outside, 'Mione."
He waited a few minutes outside the girls' lavatory, leaning against the wall re-buttoning his cuffs which seemed to have been undone as well. Hermione soon emerged and they walked together down to the Great Hall, joking about Harry needing bodyguards to fend off all the girls that were after him.
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A/N: Well, hope you all liked that. I just had to add a quick note from my real life. My Halloween costume!! Three of my HP obsessed friends and I are being the four houses of Hogwarts!! Today, I made my wand by carving up and panting a fallen bit of a small branch. It's so awesome. I can't stop playing with it! Today, it's been a drumstick, a baseball bat, and a wand for helping me with my scenes. (Many of my scenes, I have to act out parts to see how to describe it or how it would happen or what the reaction would be. See if it seems natural or not.) My sister, with my idea, is being a house elf!! We got a pillowcase and cut arms and head holes and are tying a small rope around the waste. We're getting her funny toe socks, rubbing dirt into her clothes and smudging it on her face, then sticking band aids on her face and wrapping her hands in gauze! Feel free to use these ideas!! They're fun! I just sewed my scarf today. (I'm Gryffindor, though I wanted to be Slytherin. I lost at rock paper scissors.)
Oh and those who want to check out my sister's story. Go to fictionpress.com and go to search and type in Torrlev under author's name. She has two stories, my fav is Reminiscense. They're not HP, they're original fiction. But they're awesome. You should definitely read them.
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Eowyn of Ithilien: YAY!! You're back! I thought you had stopped reading and was so upset. I honestly went to my sister pouting and was moaning, "I think one of my favorite reviewers has abandoned my story!" Now you're back and I couldn't be more happy. Ron anger is always fun. I'm glad you liked the argument. LOL drool. Harry...a male prostitute? HAHAHAHA!! Only in my dreams. I am rather fond of that part too! I just love making Snape act all human and having him want to remain a cold hearted bastard. He can try but he can't!! Hahaha!! High oracles. Curious indeed. Really? I don't really remember Roger Davies in the books. He goes to the ball with Fleur, but he's just swept up by the Veela charm perhaps? Perhaps not. Maybe he's around so many shallow girls, and now he was forced to dance with Eloise and is finally seeing that there are better girls than the shallow ones. That looks aren't everything. Yes, I like that explanation, let's go with it. If you ever want to watch a funny, slightly (okay extremely) perverted Indian musical type thing, you should rent the Guru. Hahaha funny stuff man. I was running around singing "Acha acha acha acha aaaaaaah!" and then making up Indian words in the general tune of songs in the movie. Well, I'm glad you're back. Hope you liked the chapter!!
Dadaiiro: I'm glad you liked last chapter. Hmm...that's a good question. I'm going to say that Fred and George don't know about the Marauders because I love your suggestion so much. I'll have to see if I can work that in!! June's almost here in the story. In just a few chapters, as a matter of fact! We're just going to assume that all the good little Death Eater children are going to go tell mum and dad about what HP did today in school. Harry can't practice the spell he's supposed to do or he'd kill himself! It makes the cancer rapidly take over a person's body!! He's just going to have to hope that it'll work and we'll have to hope that it doesn't. Thank you so much for wanting to check out my sister's fic. It's at fictionpress.com. Her story is Reminiscense and her penname is Torrlev. I hope you do read and review it. I love it and I know she doesn't get nearly enough reviews.
Terence: Thank you dahling. I was laughing so hard about the Sirius being handsome thing. Oh I bet that is one bodacious egg!!
Luinlothana: I'm glad you liked the Harry/Remus/Sirius scene. I think both the adults really got wrapped up in their memories. Plus, neither of them are used to having kids. Sirius has been either in prison or on the run for the past 15 or so years! No kids there. But he's trying and he cares, he's just in the training process. LOL. I would love to see Snape yelling at Cho and having her cower under his sneer. Woo hoo for Sev!! We'll see.
SubliminalMsgs: I know. Cho's such a gross girlie girl. Who would take poor Harry to such a sadistic place as Madam Pudifoot's? Only a cruel cold-hearted biotch like Cho!! I think some people think I'm being to rough on her. I don't think they understand the true horror of her. Lol. I'm a senior in highschool, so school life is definitely hectic. In fact, I'm procrastinating homework right now! Oops!
Catiechan: Oh dahling, you are oh so welcome. Thank you for insisting to put it in. At first, I was just doing it for you and then when I began to write it, I realized how important it was to the fic and couldn't figure out why I'd ignore such an important scene opportunity in the first place! Don't worry, Siri has not made a disappearing act, let me assure you that.
Trapper's Girl: I know what you're talking about. Driving stick is definitely a pain. Yay I'm so happy you liked the Sirius/Harry part. I want Sirius as a pet!! Ever since the third book, I occasionally look at my dog suspiciously and wonder. Hey, you never know! It happened to Ron!!
Dra: Lol!! I love you and you want to know why? Everyone is saying, 'Well, Celebony, don't put your school work in jeopardy just for fanfiction,' but you say to hell with all that and to give you more story. The suggestion is far too tempting to ignore. You remind me of your penname(Draco): Cunning, manipulative, and oh so wonderful!!
Paranoiain2005: Honey, if Fred and George fell off into nowhere-land, I'd be mad at myself. Harry was supposed to overdo the potions accident to make sure he showed off his powers. He had to grab the attention of all the lovely Death Eaters in training. I LOVE long rambling reviews. They rock my world!! I live off them!! Okay, thanks!! If I need help, I'll definitely ask you. This may come in handy when writing my scenes. If I need any advice, I'll email you, how does that sound? Thanks for the offer!
PussyKat: I'm glad you liked the Sirius/Harry, interaction. Snape is always really cool. My sis's fic is at fictionpress.com. Look in my after-story A/N for details. It would be so great if you could read and review it! She doesn't get nearly enough credit for her wonderful fic.
Myr Halcyon: Thank you. Thank you very much. Yeah, Harry may not be the best actor with the staged stuff, but it was supposed to be over the top to make sure it grabbed some attention. I'm so happy you like what I'm doing with Eloise. I figured she needed some recognition.
Theauthorthatwrites: This story is sort of H/G. You can definitely see the undertones, but they won't be dating or anything. There just isn't enough time for that to develop. But I do enjoy having the hints there. I'm not sure what you mean by overextending chapters. Please explain.
Maximum Poofy-Pissed Off Queen: Thank you. Yes, poor everyone if Harry dies. That could be very sad. :( You gotta love angst though!!
Jouve 25: Yup, Harry's discovering new powers all the time. You're definitely onto something. As the cancer becomes stronger, it's messing with his magic more, causing it to grow, but he can only really use it to its full ability on "good days" when he's not feeling like utter crap.
Blackenedsoul: Um...6:45 in the morning just sounds like hell. Thank you. My little puppets...hmm...I Love It!!
o Hell o Kitty o: The potions were red because Snape switched the ingredients in the instructions to make it explosive! Hope you liked the chapter!
SiriusWolf: I'm glad you're dishing out your ideas! I like hearing them, although I have the end already finished. But I like hearing yours. If you write a Harry gets cancer fic, you must tell me. I will definitely have to read it!! Aah, you will see about the curse. All in good time, or bad time, depending on how much I decide to torture young harry here. I hope you like this chapter better than the last.
Fantagal: *takes a deep bow* Thank you. Yes, nearly blowing up Snape's classroom is a daring feat and I must take all credit for it. (Unless Snape comes and then I'm blaming it on Cho)
LilynjamesAAF: You'll have to see! My sister bows deeply and says you're very welcome miss. She's practicing. She's going to be a house elf for Halloween!! We've decided on a brilliant costume with a big pillow case, funny socks and lots of Band-Aids!!
CristinaLupin01442: Don't be sorry you cried. Be happy! Because it makes me happy!! Moony's daughter would only be the coolest title to have ever!! I love Moony, I want to hug him!!
Shawn Pickett: Lol, so I'm taking it you really like Cho then. Hahaha (that was sarcastic btw) Yeah, Cho's a bitch, but I don't know if she'd exactly deserve that. Plus, it would make readers feel sorry for her, and that cannot happen if it's in my control! I'll think of something though. I like the Dursley idea. LOL. They may be scared of wizards now, though, after Snape gave them permanent donkey ears and tails.
Black Cobra: I' so glad you like my fic. Dakota's a scary thing for me b/c I don't want her to become a Mary-Sue. I'm glad you like her! I LOVE Fred and George. They ARE like big brothers (except for the fact that I want to marry one of them!)
Lindiel Eryn: Thanks for the idea. I already have the ending written, so you'll just have to wait and see what's going to happen!! Good, bad, happy or sad. Tralalalala!
Maikafuiniel: Snape didn't really give him detention! He just gave him a cover for that night's training. LOL. *Harry magically stops fire and cures everyone* "Uh....wandless magic? Er...no way. Not me. I'm just all regular and all," Harry says before running away. No, they don't want it to be a covert thing. They need Voldie to know about it so he'll use the spell. I'm in the same grade as you and trust me, I know, homework's a total pain.
Shiozaki: YAY! I love making readers cry (In the most non-sadistic way possible) I love "damn you. (In a good way!)" Hahahaha that sounds like something I'd say. Um...I can't assure you on anything, but keep reading and you'll see!
Snape-Slytherinking: Love the username. Well we'll have to wait and see, but "peaceful"....I'm thinking a definite no.
NightScape: Lol! A servant monkey. Well-written? Thank you!
Siri Kat: Hoorah!! I'm so glad you find this fic tear-inducing. Thank you for the compliment. And R/H forever!! They're just soooo perfect together!!
Tir-Synni: Well I'm glad I've hooked you. That's definitely a fear of mine: that people will read the first chapter and think 'oh, a Mary-Sue and the cliché child abuse thing, forget it!' Thanks for giving it a chance and I'm glad you're enjoying it!
Charmed 1: Thank you! I'm so happy you like it!!
Tati: I'm glad you found it too! Hope you continue to like it!!
Also thanks to: NatsukoMidori, Leigh (One of your favs? Thank you!), Erikalya Arvanesse, EriEda127, Sailor-Knight Shadowstar, BratPrincess-187, ginnynharrysecretlove, Miss Shaow Prowl (LOL), ratgirl, Victoria, Romm, Arctic Wolf2, kathfire (Yay! Hope you cont. to enjoy!), Rain Warrior (Lol, counting the seconds? Awesome!), and rhinmjr.