Funestus

Funestus

A/N. If you got confused by the first part, this is a sequel, just to tell people who don't read authors notes!!!!!

Chapter Two:

That night Jenny was on the camp bed. Harry had argued but she had told him not to be so sexist and she could quite capably sleep on a camp bed rather than in a bed. The ended up deciding by using the Muggle game of Rock, Paper, Scissors. Harry had won the bed, Scissors to Paper.

Jenny was sitting on the camp bed, brushing her long, blonde hair. Harry was reading a book on snakes, but he couldn't really concentrate. All he could hear was the swish, swish, swish of the brush going through Jenny's hair. Harry put down his book and, without even realising it, watched her. He loved the way she'd wrinkle her nose every time the brush caught a knot. After about a minute she put down the brush. She noticed him looking at her and smiled.

Harry's stomach lurched as he realised he'd been staring at her.

'If you're not reading, Harry, could you turn out the light please?'

Harry found his voice.

'Sure. Nox.' He muttered and the room slipped into darkness.

'Night Haz.'

'Night Jen'

Harry was once again troubled by his old nightmare. The flash of green light, the cold, high laugh, Cedric's body, his parents, the snake…

Harry awoke suddenly and sat up, sweating. That's when he realised he wasn't in his own bed.

'What the hell are you doing, you moron!' came Jenny's voice, furiously from beneath him.

Harry realised he must have rolled right out of his bed, whilst he was having the dream.

'Harry…' she hissed angrily then, seeing the look on Harry's face, her voice softened.

'Harry? What on earth's the matter? You look awful! You're sweating and shaking and everything!'

'I…I'll be OK in a minute,' he said, breathing hard and giving a weak smile, 'I'm sorry I landed on you. I just…I get these dreams you see…' He broke off, shuddering. Tonight's had definitely been one of the worst.

'Here,' said Jenny, wrapping her blanket around his shoulders. Harry flushed but leaned against Jenny and closed his eyes.

That was how Sirius found them the next morning, curled up together on the camp bed.

'Er…Moony?'

'Leave them, Padfoot, and don't bring it up,' whispered Lupin, coming up behind him and looking at them. He closed the door gently.

Harry awoke with the sound of the door clicking. He was still half-asleep but when he found out he was still in Jenny's camp bed, he woke up properly. Her head was resting against his shoulder but he didn't want to move incase she woke suddenly. He knew from experience that he didn't take kindly to people making her jump.

'Umm…Jen? Jenny! Wake up!' he said awkwardly.

'Mmm?' she murmured, and Harry got the feeling of déjà vu, 'Oops! I'm sorry!' she said, starting to go red.

'It's OK,' said Harry, also blushing. He climbed out of her bed and mumbled something about going to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his burning face and wished he could just wake up. He wouldn't ever be able to look her in the eye again. Ever!

'Good night?' asked Sirius, over the front of the newspaper, when they had both sat down to breakfast, and Harry didn't miss the look Lupin gave him. That click. It couldn't have been…Harry drove the thought from his mind and mumbled a response.

'Umm Sirius?' asked Jenny in a confused voice, 'What ya eating?'

Lupin put his head in his hands before Sirius replied;

'Waffles and syrup.'

'Potato waffles! Ew!' she exclaimed, disgusted.

'It gets worse!' said Lupin, raising his head, 'I had to share a flat with him once, before…' Here Lupin broke off and looked awkwardly at Harry, 'Any way, he's dreadful! He leaves his underwear all over the place!'

Jenny and Harry went into fits of laughter at the comical look on Lupin's face but Sirius didn't seem to mind. He just placidly kept eating his waffles, grinning.

The next week was one of Harry's best ever. It was almost like being back at the Burrow and Harry and Jenny got daily letters from Ron and Hermione. Christmas was very special for him because it was the first one he celebrated with his 'family.' Although Lupin was Harry's teacher, during the holidays he had told Harry to call him Remus, as Jenny did.

For Christmas Harry got a picture of the Quidditch World Cup from Ron, which replayed key moments over and over again, his own copy of 'Quidditch Through The Ages' (he had previously borrowed the library's) from Hermione, a selection of clothes from Lupin and Sirius (seeing as all his were old and baggy, having once belonged to his cousin), a box of sweets from Hagri, a Weasly jumper and a box of mince-pies from Mrs Weasly and a necklace from Jenny. The necklace had a thin, black chord and on the end was a fang. Jenny had told him that she'd managed to scrounge the fang, off the basilisk Harry had faced in his second year, off her grandfather and cut off the end. She laughed at Harry's horrified look on his face when she had told him this and proceeded to reassure him that it was no longer poisonous. She had loved the gift he had given her. It, too, was a necklace but had a sparkling silver chain and on the end was a tiny crystal unicorn. It hadn't been very expensive, although it looked it, and had told Jenny so, but she was still over the moon about it because she adored unicorns.

Lupin had somehow managed to track down Sirius' motorbike that Hagrid must have sold. Sirius was beside himself with joy and spent most of Christmas and Boxing Day roaring around outside

It was about four days before Hogwarts started again, when Harry and Lupin's chess game was interrupted.

'I'll get that, shall I?' asked Lupin, getting up, seeing no one else move.

While he was gone Sirius took the opportunity to move Lupin's chess pieces about, to Harry's advantage of course.

There were murmured voices downstairs for about a minute until Lupin, followed by Dumbledore, climbed the stairs to the lounge where they were all sitting. They both looked unusually grave.

'Jenny, may I have a word with you a moment?' said Dumbledore, in a voice unlike his own.

'Sure,' said Jenny, looking puzzled.

She and Dumbledore went into the kitchen and shut the door.

'Right you two,' said Lupin, turning to Harry and Sirius, ' I don't quite know how to say this, thank God I'm not the one telling her, but Jenny's parents…' Lupin stopped and took a deep breath, 'h…have been killed by Lord Voldemort.'

Neither Sirius nor Harry said anything for a full minute. What was there to say?

'B…but why?' Harry finally choked

'Well Dumbledore thinks, and personally I agree with him, that Voldemort did it to get revenge on Jenny. You know, hurt the heart first,' Lupin bitterly spat out the last line.

'The poor, poor child,' said Sirius finally, with a lost look in his eyes.

Before anyone could say another word, the kitchen door opened and Jenny was looking as white as a ghost.

'She's in shock,' said Dumbledore quietly, as he steered her towards where Harry was sitting, 'I regret deeply I cannot stay with her but I am needed back at the Ministry. Harry, take care of her, won't you?' he finished sorrowfully.

Harry nodded.

After Dumbledore had left, none of them knew what to say or do.

'I…I'll get a blanket,' said Lupin huskily, noticing that Jenny was shivering, 'Accio blanket!' and a blanket shot up the stairs into his hands. He threw it to Harry to place around her. Then, to Harry's surprise, she rested her head against his chest. He put his arms around her, trying to stop her from shivering. He wanted to say something to comfort her, to tell her that he knew how she felt, but he didn't know how so he just hugged her.

'Dumbledore said,' started Lupin, 'that Jenny doesn't really show emotion, all part of being an auror I suppose, so just be nice to her, OK?'

They nodded.

After a while Jenny seemed to have recovered. Without a word she got up and walked downstairs, shutting her self in her and Harry's room.

'Harry, do you think you could go and talk to her?' said Lupin, 'After all, you sort of know what she's going through.'

'OK, I'll try,' said Harry, wondering what on earth he was going to say.

He walked downstairs and gently opened the bedroom door, to see Jenny staring out the window. He went over and stood next to her, awkwardly thinking of what to say.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

'I'm sorry,' said Harry, finally turning to her.

She gave him a small smile.

'I'm OK…really,' she added seeing the scepticism on his face, 'It just shocked me for a minute but I'm alright now.'

But Harry could clearly see she was lying.

A/N. This story has more romance in it than 'There's No Turning Back'!!!!! You have been warned…

Disclaimer: I only own Jenny, the combination of waffles and syrup, and Jen's nickname for Harry (Haz)!!!!!