Bon giorno, fellow fanficcians. Due to a request from
Kelzery, I've changed my Author's note font to Times New Roman. This should
make it easier to read.
Back to the Future (6): Surprises
In her dream, Hermione was floating through a forest, as
though walking on air. She looked at the trees surrounding her and inhaled
their sweet pine scent. She looked to her right. There was someone there,
someone whose face she didn't recognise. She moved closer to the shadow. A
girl, well, a woman, was lying next to her. She looked around twenty-three,
with dark red hair and bright green eyes. Hermione felt sure she knew this
woman from somewhere. She turned, and saw that the woman was now staring at
her, her green eyes large. Her hair looked bronze when she turned, and above
her head rested a small, circular golden halo. She spoke softly.
'Hermione,' she
said in a soft, misty voice, reaching out her hand. Hermione had no idea how
this woman, well, angel, knew her name, but she took her hand. The angel
smiled, and Hermione was suddenly struck by how beautiful she looked.
'Hermione,' she
repeated slowly, turning and fixing her gaze once more on Hermione. 'Tell me,
tell me…'
'Tell you what?'
said Hermione, finding her voice at last.
'Tell me,' the
angel repeated. 'Tell me…' Her face was slipping slowly from view; she was
moving away.
'Tell you what?'
Hermione asked desperately. But it was too late. The angel had disappeared,
leaving Hermione alone and confused.
Hermione carried on floating. She floated over trees and fountains,
over moors and mountains (a/n #Following yonder star#). She came at last to a
small cemetery. There were a number of small tombstones lying at her feet. She
glided through the wrought iron archway, and came to a halt in front of a
particularly elaborate gravestone.
It was indeed stone, but had been charmed somehow so that it
was a green colour. Across the stone was a large yellow lightning bolt.
Hermione suddenly realised whose grave this was, and she shuddered, moving
closer.
Surrounding the stone looked was what looked like a small
florist's. There were flowers of every different colour and variety under the
sun. Although, Hermione noticed, the greatest proportion seemed to be white
Lilies. She smiled, and looked closer, squinting her eyes.
Harry Potter
Died 15th July 2104
Age 124
Father of Kim, Andrew, Sarah-Jane and Sirius Potter
Lifelong friend of Ron Weasley
Beloved husband of …
Hermione felt her heart catch in her throat. Who was Harry
going to marry? The stone was worn over the name. She sighed, and looked to the
bottom of the stone, passing over many of Harry's triumphs, to where a small
poem caught her eye:
A born hero is returned to the earth,
The One who Lived lies here at rest,
He was brave, noble, courageous and kind,
We'll miss you, Harry – you were the best.
'Pretty,
isn't it?' said a voice from behind her. Hermione turned, and this time
recognised the speaker. He was tall, with unruly black hair and bright blue
eyes, covered by a pair of spectacles. A large golden halo was also resting on
his head. He was smiling from Hermione to his son's grave.
'James?' she said
uncertainly. 'You're an angel? But
– you're alive. Why are you here?'
'Look at me,
Hermione,' he said, in the same misty tone of the female angel Hermione had
previously spoken to. 'I'm older here. Where you come from, I am still a
teenager.' She looked at him. He was right; his shoulders were broader, and
more muscular. He was much taller, looking around six and a half feet. His
bright blue eyes were shining over the rim of his rimless glasses. He smiled at
Hermione.
'You will return
soon, Hermione. But I must warn you. You have to tell me …'
'What?' asked
Hermione. 'Tell you what?'
'Tell me how,'
said James cryptically. 'How he – tell me…' He too, was now slipping from view.
In desperation, Hermione grabbed at his robes.
'Tell me,' he
replied. His whole aspect was changing. His robes were becoming darker, and his
face was ebbing from view. Hermione felt the air around her become colder; she
felt her breath catch in her chest. She looked up, and screamed.
A black, hooded Dementor was inching towards her, where
James had been seconds before. She could see one hand protruding from under its
black cape and saw it approach the side of her face. She was paralysed with
terror – she didn't have the bravery of Harry or James to be able to conjure a
Patronus. She heard screaming, and then the Dementor lowered its hood. Hermione
turned away, repulsed, but the Dementor spoke to her.
'Hermione?' it
said urgently. 'Hermione?' There was familiarity in that voice. Hermione opened
her eyes and saw Harry's green eyes staring back at her, over bright in the
darkness. He looked pale and was shaking slightly.
'Hermione?' he
said urgently. 'Are you all right?' Hermione could see the concern on his face.
'You were screaming …' She sat up slowly and noticed that Parvati and Lavender
were staring at her. When they caught her eye, though, they returned to their
beds.
'I'm fine,
Harry,' she said, unsure of whether this was true or not. 'It was just a
nightmare … just a nightmare.' Hermione sat up further and suddenly felt sure
she could see someone hiding in the shadows of the room. She was also sure
whoever it was winked at her, but then the shadow disappeared. Harry followed
her gaze.
'What's wrong?'
he asked. 'Who're you looking at?'
'No idea,' said
Hermione, though she was fairly sure who it had been. 'I'm OK, Harry,' she
reassured him. 'Honestly. Go back to bed.'
'Only if you're
sure,' he said softly. Hermione smiled.
'I'll be fine.
Oh, by the way. How was your little … trip?' Harry smiled.
'A success, I
think. But Remus just transformed.' Hermione put her hand over her mouth.
'Oh no!' Hermione
whispered, but Harry was still smiling.
'It was all
right,' he reassured her. 'Sirius and –' He lowered his voice, '– James were
able to sort out the situation.' Hermione nodded, but suddenly gasped. If James
had just transformed, and was now roaming the forest with Remus and Sirius, how
on earth had he just appeared in her room? She shook her head. Maybe I was
imagining things, she thought.
'Dumbledore's
shut Malfoy and Peter up in the hospital wing,' Harry continued. 'They won't be
able to escape, even if Voldemort himself shows up.' Hermione winced at the
name, but overlooked it. She thought she'd have gotten used to it by now.
'Well, I better
be off,' said Harry quietly. 'Quidditch practice at some godforsaken hour
tomorrow.' Hermione laughed. Harry bent down and kissed her forehead. 'Sleep
well, Hermione,' he said softly. He stood up, and watched, smiling, as Hermione
lay her head back down onto her pillow. He drew the curtains around her bed,
turned, and silently let himself out of the room.
*
'Whassabloodyhell? Get off me.' James was not a morning person, Harry
had quickly discovered.
'Come on,' he
whispered. 'You're coming with me. I want to see this so-called Quidditch
talent of yours.' At this, James suddenly perked up.
'Quidditch?' he
said. 'Ooh, I may have to take you up on that offer.' He jumped out of bed
suddenly, and walked over to Neville's wardrobe. He had been borrowing
Neville's clothes.
'Were you OK last
night?' James asked worriedly, remembering how Remus had transformed.
'Fine,' said
Harry. 'Remus stopped being dangerous when both you and Sirius were with him.'
'Yes,' said
James, remembering what they had told him about Harry's third year. 'On my own,
I wouldn't have been able to control him. Just as Sirius couldn't back then …'
He smiled suddenly, lost in memory. 'A Patronus,' he muttered. 'And you say it
was a stag?' Harry nodded, and James smiled. 'My Patronus was a lion – the
Gryffindor lion. I never discerned why exactly, but that's what it was. I wish
I could've seen you conjure it.'
'I thought
originally that you had conjured it,' Harry replied, now smiling
himself. 'I was looking around for you when I suddenly realised that I'd seen me.'
'The confusions
of time-travel,' said James, chuckling. 'Come on then, I'm ready. Do you have a
broom? I don't think I can summon my Jet Force from twenty years ago.'
'Jet Force?' said
Harry. 'Hmm … I think the company that made them renamed itself. It's called
Coriolis now (a/n See The Paradigm of Uncertainty, chapter 1, by Lori).'
'Yeah, so, do you
have a spare?'
'You can use my
old Firebolt,' said Harry retrieving it from his cupboard. 'Sirius gave me that
four years ago.' James caught the broom, grinning broadly.
'Now to you,
this may be four years old; but to me, it's twenty years advanced
technology. Wow …' He studied the broom carefully for a few minutes. 'Nice.'
'Yeah. This is my
current broom – the Nimbus 3000.' He pulled from out of the cupboard the most magnificent
broomstick James had ever set eyes on.
'Wow,' James
repeated. 'Incredible. That must have cost a fortune…'
'Sirius and Remus
got it for me last year. For my seventeenth birthday …' He noticed James wipe a
few tears from his eyes. 'What's wrong?' he asked.
'Well – Lily and
me – we were supposed to be there to give you presents – to see you grow up –
not Sirius and Remus. We were meant to be there, to watch you – to look after
you …' He put his face in his hands. Harry sighed. He knew how difficult it was
– he had suffered the pain for seventeen years. But he had never expected
another person to feel, to really understand that pain.
'Lily would have
been a great mother to you,' James continued, wiping more tears from his face.
'She wasn't just beautiful, she wasn't just brave, but she was kind. She was a
rare sort of person, the sort that comes along once every few years. You're the
sort of person she was, Harry. You have a number of my characteristics,
granted. Looks, Quidditch, mischief – many of your external qualities. But
inside you're Lily. She was brave, kind, noble, caring, friendly …' There were
tears running down his face freely now, but he was smiling at Harry. He was
smiling not as a friend, with respect, as Hermione and Ron did, but with pride,
as a parent.
'Lily would have
been proud of you,' he said, running a hand down Harry's cheek. 'So proud … you
can't really understand it from me in this form, your own age. She would have
been so proud.' Harry couldn't say anything. The words were getting
caught in his throat. For the first time, he actually realised that this man
was not his friend; he was much closer than that. He had Harry's same looks,
same feelings, same blood …
Harry couldn't help it. He felt the tears appear at the
corner of his eyes, as James pulled him into a close embrace.
Harry had often wondered what it would have been like to be
hugged by his father and mother. And, thanks to a time-turner and certain
potions experiment going awry, he was able to experience the feat that, long
ago, he would have thought was impossible.
*
'You must be joking,' said Seamus, shaking his head.
'No offence or anything, Neville, but you're useless.' James grinned, giving
Harry a sidelong glance.
'I appreciate that,
Seamus, but I was looking in this book. Turns out that when you become a person
like this, you gain their abilities. Harry thought I should give it a go.'
Seamus still looked sceptical.
'Look, Seamus, if
Neville really is still rubbish, then I won't play him. I've just got a
gut feeling …' He looked to James as though he was barely holding back
laughter. 'Right Neville,' he said. 'Seeing as this is your first training
session, I'll introduce you to the team. Seamus and Dennis are our Beaters.'
James nodded. 'Our Keeper is Jennifer, I'm the Seeker –'
'I don't think
we'll ever hear the end of that,' Seamus muttered to Dennis, who laughed. 'What
is it now, Harry? Seven years?'
'Shut it, you,'
said Harry grinning.
'Oh, but of
course,' said James. 'My memory must be failing. You played in the first year,
didn't you Harry?' He remembered Ron and Hermione telling him this when they
had practically filled James in on Harry's whole life. James had almost
exploded when he heard how Harry had spent the first eleven years of it.
'Yes I did,' said
Harry exasperatedly. 'Anyway. I'm the Seeker, and our Chasers are Ginny,
Natalie and Donna.' James grinned at the three of them.
'Such a pleasure to be working with three beautiful ladies,' he
said, smiling. Seamus laughed, and Harry raised his eyebrows, as Ginny, Natalie
and Donna all blushed the scarlet colour of their Quidditch robes.
'Anyway,' Harry continued heavily, thinking that he had
obviously not inherited his father's gene for acting the way he did around
girls. 'Donna came to me last week, didn't you Donna?' Donna nodded. 'She said
she wanted to come down from the first team. Now –'
'You're part Veela,' James interrupted, looking Donna straight
in the eye. The rest of the team turned to stare at Donna, mouths open in
surprise. Donna looked stunned.
'How did – how did you know?' she asked suddenly.
'It's instinct,' replied James. 'I can tell.' Donna stared at
him for a few seconds, before turning back and muttering something to Natalie.
Harry looked interestedly at his father for a second, but then turned back to
the rest of the team.
'As I way saying,' he continued hastily, noticing the
uncomfortable atmosphere at that moment. 'Veela or not, Donna wants to move to
the reserves. I'd had no intention of putting her down, as she had no
replacement. But, if you agree, Donna, I'll put Neville in instead. That is, if
he's any good.' James swiped at Harry.
'Cheeky git,' he muttered. Harry laughed.
'Come on then, on your broomsticks. Time to go.'
*
'You must be joking!'
Hermione and Ron were walking down to the Great Hall for breakfast. They had
decided to go and collect some food and then walk down to see Harry. But
Hermione hadn't realised that she'd see someone else there as well.
'Nope. Heard them this morning. Harry wants to try and get
James into the team instead of Donna. And don't even try and say that that's
sexism,' he added, seeing Hermione's look. 'You and me both know that if Harry
inherited James' flying ability, James will be brilliant.' Hermione opened her
mouth, but conceded, realising that Ron was right.
The Great Hall was as busy as ever
when Ron and Hermione stepped through its doors. They had barely sat down when
Professor McGonagall came hurrying over to Hermione.
'Miss Granger,' she said breathlessly. 'I'm glad I caught you.
I've finally found something that should be worth your while.' She passed
Hermione a small piece of parchment from inside her cloak. 'This is practice
for your coursework. You may ask Mr Potter and Mr Weasley for help,' McGonagall
continued. 'Though it is very difficult. Good luck.' She strode away in the
direction of the High Table.
'What is that?' Ron asked, dumbstruck.
'Practice Transfiguration coursework,' Hermione replied. 'It's
about Animagi … maybe I'll ask Sirius on Sunday.'
'Or James today.'
'Oh, well, I'll have a look at it first. But, Jesus, this looks
hard.' She glanced down at the instructions on her sheet. 'You have to
make the potion first – but that's only part of it. Then you have to perform
the spell – twice, so you're sure it wasn't fluke. Then you have to register.
Oh dear …' Ron, sensing a Hermione breakdown, put his arm around her shoulder.
'Come on,' he said kindly. 'If they invented a spell that Peter
Pettigrew can do,' he spat out the word 'Pettigrew' as if it was poisonous,
'then you'll have no problem.' Hermione smiled.
'Thanks Ron. Come on, I'm starved. Pass me the sausages, would
you?'
*
'Wow,' said James to Seamus,
watching Harry up in the air. 'He's fantastic, isn't he? I've never seen him in
training before.'
'Always has been, always will be,' Seamus replied. 'I remember
the first time Harry flew. Magnificent – it was just worth seeing the look on
Malfoy's face, wasn't it?' James nodded quickly. 'Still, he got a lot more than
that.' He smiled again, watching Harry glide in and out of the goalposts. James
really was amazed. Sirius had described to him in sketchy detail how good a
flyer Harry was. But he was much better than James had expected. He dived in
and out of the goalposts, his broom moving at only the slightest touch. He
noticed Harry dive and had a sudden urge to race him. He hadn't flown well yet.
He had flown poorly to tease Harry – like Seamus had said, it was worth seeing
the look on his face. But now, he was ready for a race. Grinning at Seamus, who
was looking smug after the remarks he had originally made, James mounted the
Firebolt – which had also surpassed his expectations also – and kicked off. But
then he noticed something that made him change course immediately.
*
'Come on,' said Ron, holding up
two pieces of toast. 'Shall we go and see Harry?'
'Sure,' said Hermione, finishing her kippers. Ron grimaced when
he saw them – he hated seafood in general – and stood up.
They left the Great Hall, and
walked into quite a crowded Entrance Hall. Ron, being as he was probably the
tallest student in the school (except for maybe Harry and now James), looked
over the heads of the interested onlookers to see what all the fuss was about.
Hermione watched as he caught sight of something, and chuckled.
'What is it?' Hermione asked. However, as soon as she had
spoken, a fifth year boy moved and she was able to see for herself.
Dancing Competition
In Hogsmeade, this Sunday, there will be a dancing
competition for any interested participants. The dances are aimed purely at
doubles. Anybody from Hogwarts interested in participating, please sign up at
the bottom of this sheet.
The
dancing will commence at 7.00 sharp in Central Square Club.
Underneath, there were a number of
names of interested students. Hermione turned to Ron, beaming.
'We have to go to that,' she said simply. Ron
laughed.
'Who's we? You know full well that I cannot dance to save my
life. Ask Harry. He's hardly good, but he's better than me.'
'Yeah. I danced with Harry at the Ball last year. He is quite
good. But I want to win.'
'Oh, don't start. We know you had dancing lessons and we
know that you're fabulous.' He sighed. 'But none of us are as good as
you.' Hermione sighed. Unfortunately, that was true.
'You must be joking, Weasley,' came a cold voice from
behind them. 'The Mudblood can dance?'
'Shut up, Malfoy,' said Hermione simply.
'Where's your bespectacled little hero friend?' Malfoy drawled
sardonically, ignoring Hermione. 'Out trying to be good at Quidditch?'
'Shut up, Malfoy!' Ron repeated angrily, clenching his fists.
'Or what?' Malfoy sneered. 'Going to do some magic on me,
Weasel? Pfft. Pathetic.' Ron went red, and Hermione had to stop him lunging at
Malfoy. Malfoy laughed, and walked out of the front doors. Just as he was about
to close the door, he turned back to Ron.
'By the way, Weasel,' he said spitefully. 'I don't think your
attempts to impress the – Mudblood – went too well.' He chuckled, and closed
the door. Ron ran straight out after him, his ears and neck red. Hermione tried
to calm him down, but to no avail.
'You say that again, you scrawny rat,' Ron hissed at Malfoy,
after he had walked outside. Malfoy's cheeks went a pink tinge, and he turned
to face Ron.
'What did you call me?' Malfoy spat.
'You know full well what I said,' Ron murmured, looking at
Malfoy with pure hatred. They stared at each other for a few seconds and then,
as if by mutual consent, lunged at each other.
Hermione tried to break up the
fight, but her attempts were futile. Ron and Malfoy were on the ground, rolling
around in a whirl of fists. Ron had his hands around Malfoy's neck, and Malfoy
was kicking Ron in the ribs. Malfoy went purple for a few seconds, but was able
to kick Ron off. He had a cut lip and a black eye. Ron's hand was bleeding.
'Stop it, both of you,' Hermione snapped. 'Stop acting like
children.' Ron turned to look at her, and instantly regretted it. Malfoy had
dived at him again, and was now on top of him, punching every bit of him he
could find.
'See what Mudbloods do to your concentration?' Malfoy sneered.
He had said the wrong thing. With strength Hermione and, obviously, Malfoy had
never seen, Ron threw Malfoy off. He grabbed him, and pushed him up against the
wall, hard.
'You filthy bastard,' Ron said coldly. 'If you ever say that –
once more …' Malfoy looked stunned. He hadn't expected that. But then he put on
his sneering impression again, and pulled out his wand.
'Expelliarmus!' he cried, pointing his wand at Ron. Now
it was Ron's turn to be taken by surprise. He was thrown backwards, and his
wand flew to Malfoy. Hermione stood, frozen. She couldn't do or say anything.
Malfoy approached Ron, breathing hard, but looking triumphant.
'I win, Weasley,' he said, smiling. 'I win. Now, it's time for
you to pay for your insolence.' He raised his wand, but …
'Stupefy!!' came a loud and familiar voice from above
Ron and Hermione. Malfoy fell instantly to the ground. He was out cold. Ron
breathed a huge sigh of relief, and looked up.
James floated slowly down. Malfoy
was out cold, and he looked in a bad way. He had a black eye, and a number of
bruises forming. Ron looked no better. He had a cut lip and was massaging his
ribs.
'Dear me, you gave him quite a pounding,' said James, eyeing
Malfoy, and sounding impressed. He landed between Ron, who looked extremely
grateful, and Hermione, who looked in a state of shock.
'Thanks, James,' said Ron, grinning. He noticed that James'
eyes were oddly over bright. 'What?' he added.
'Oh, just remembering,' said James quietly. 'I had to break up
Sirius and Snape like this all the time.' Ron smiled.
'Good timing, James,' said Hermione shakily. 'I couldn't stop
them … I just …'
'You were mesmerised by the two good-looking lumps of flesh in
front of you?' James prompted, grinning. Hermione blushed.
'No,' she said hastily. 'Not …'
'Are you calling Malfoy good-looking?' said Ron, amazed.
James gave the unconscious Malfoy a sidelong glance.
'Yes,' he replied simply. 'I'm not saying I like him, but –' he
stood over Malfoy. 'He looks a lot like Sirius did. Except for the hair,
obviously … I'll take him to the hospital wing. Come on, Malfoy.' He bent down
and picked Malfoy up. 'I'll see you two in the common room.'
It didn't take James very long to
escort Malfoy to the hospital wing. He almost managed to give Madam Pomfrey a
multiple heart attack before hastily explaining that he was Neville Longbottom,
and not James Potter. He lay Malfoy down on one of the beds. The similarity
between him and Sirius was striking. James hadn't heard much about Malfoy from
the others, except that he was "an insolent scrawny bastard" from Ron. He had
known someone like that, a long time ago. Someone who had been cruel and
obnoxious. But one small incident had changed him, even though he had never
admitted it. James sighed. He wondered whether this Malfoy, too, was a good
person inside an evil person's shell.
He sighed, and turned to look
around the ward. Peter and Malfoy, the two of them unconscious, were lying in
the far corner of the room. The area they were in had been charmed, according
to Harry. Those two weren't going to be going anywhere for a while. He stopped
smiling for a second as he spotted Peter. He still hadn't discerned an answer
as to why Peter had done what he had.
He sighed again, bade goodbye to
Madam Pomfrey (who still looked rather pale), and left the hospital wing.
He decided to leave Harry to play
Quidditch, and go back to the common room. He had (since he had attended one
lesson) a large Charms essay to do, and supposed he could ask Hermione for help
if he had any problems. Mind you, Ron had been complaining about his Potions
work earlier on – Hermione could be helping him with that. He reached the
portrait hole.
'Afternoon,' he said politely to the Fat Lady.
'You know, I have trouble believing that you're Neville
Longbottom,' she said sincerely. 'James Potter was one of the few people who
actually spoke to me apart from to say the password.'
'I've turned over a new leaf,' James replied smoothly.
'Decapitate. Who thinks up these passwords, anyway?'
'Don't ask me, dear,' said the
Fat Lady, as she swung forward to give him access. James smiled, and entered.
He looked around the empty common room, expecting to see Ron and Hermione
working. But they weren't there. Or that was what he thought. He suddenly
noticed something on the floor in the corner, behind the large sofa, move, a
flash of red and brown. He edged closer, somehow knowing what he was about to
see. He leaned over the sofa and gasped inwardly. He had said to himself that
he thought Ron and Hermione would be working. How very wrong he had been…
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a cliffie? Well, it's not really a cliffie – just unexpected, I suppose.
Cheers), the seraphim (What was that subplot again? Ha, you don't know,
do you? Ron said he knew what Harry did, but does he really? We'll see …
Seamus is a good bloke {As I said before, I could have made him an evil
psychopath, but …} I'm an excellent author, eh? You're far too kind, but you
encourage me to write, write, and write some more. Cheers), Hedwig (I'm
usually OK at spelling. Some git made me spell
Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis {You can all try saying that
with a mouthful of mushrooms} the other day. Got on his nerves when I got it
right. Thanks a lot), Marril the mistress (Continue more often and
daily? Hmm, that's very imperative of you. I'm going AQAP. Thanks), LongLongHair
(Do you have a skinhead, by any chance? No? Oh, I thought that would be the perfect
ironic pseudonym. You'll recommend my stories? *grins* You're far too kind.
Thanks a lot.), Jenn (Will do, miss Jenn. Cheers), Kate (No, the
parchment may not show up at all. And if it does – it won't be for a while.
Thanks a lot), Twilight and Silence (May I just ask why you don't think
H/H are a good couple? Just interested, that's all … and what do you mean, is
this not going to be R/H? It's up to you guys to decide {I will not vote
myself}. I also noticed that you cunningly changed the quote 'Unto each man his
own' to 'to each person his own' Very cunning anti-sexism, that. Good
for you. Love ya, T&S. Thanks.), Lavander (I'll have to look into
that cliffie/melting thing. Interesting doesn't begin to describe it. Thanks,
Lavander; love you.), Sara (Why is James a know-it-all? Because I base
him on me *cackles* Only joking; that's just the way I see him. Kinda like
Hermione. You're last but not least. Good for you.), Starlight (You
haven't reviewed, Kim, but what the hell? PEOPLE!! Check out Starlight's
stories here: http://www.fanfiction.net/index.fic?action=directory-authorProfile&userid=15145
She doesn't have enough reviews, apparently, so if you like these stories, go
and read hers! {They are much, much better} Oh, and Kim? Hope you don't mind me
saying this *grins* Love ya.)
So, remember, put either
'pimple' or 'Acromantula'. People who don't use cunning to do so will be
ignored. I'll tell you next time whose is the best. Oh, and don't ask me when
Harry will actually die, I was just guessing. See you later, peeps.
Ciao
