Death Threat
A/N. Just one for chapter to go after this….hooray!!!!:}
Chapter Thirteen: Forlorn
Harry woke early the next morning, before his roommates were up, so he could get Jenny up so as not to cause her (and him) embarrassment when the rest of his dormitory found them in bed together.
Half asleep she staggered back to her dormitory, yawning and falling over the steps as she went. Harry had collapsed back into his bed, still a little red in the face. He had woken up to find his body entwined round hers in a very comfortable position. (A/N. No, not like that….this is a PG…don't get any dodgy ideas!!!!) She'd have probably been embarrassed too, to find her arms around her boyfriend, but she had been too sleepy to care.
The next few weeks past by without incident, apart from Ron and Hermione having a fight at the top of their lungs. One week later, and the day before Faith and Snape's wedding, they still weren't talking to each other, despite Harry and Jenny's efforts.
'Ron, cheer up! Just go and say sorry!' said harry to Ron one evening.
They were playing a game of chess in the common room, with their Divination homework lying forgotten on the chair. It was three days into the Easter holidays and pouring with rain. The weather seemed to match Ron's spirit, who kept loosing to Harry, his heart not in the game.
Jenny had taken Hermione off to persuade her to apologise to Ron, as Harry was doing the same thing but visa-versa.
'Harry, change the record! That's the fifth time you've said that!' said Ron exasperatedly, moving a knight.
'But…' started Harry.
He was interrupted by a growl from Ron and could guess who had entered the common room.
Hermione scowled at Ron, who was staring fixatedly at the chess bored, before she sat down.
Before Hermione and Ron started sniping at each other they heard a pleading voice from outside the portrait hole, that sounded suspiciously like Sirius.
Abandoning the game of chess, Harry and Ron, followed by Hermione and Jenny, went out of the portrait hole.
The Fat Lady was standing in her frame, arms folded, with a look of resentment on her face. Sirius was standing in front of her, hands clasped together as if praying with a look of puppy-dog innocence on his face, whilst groveling.
'Oh come on, please forgive me, hmm? I was under a lot of pressure and it wasn't too bad…'
'That's no excuse!' she snapped before leaving her portrait all together.
Sirius sighed and turned to them.
'That's the sixth time, the sixth time, I've tried to get her to forgive me…'
'For the time when you slashed up the painting?' asked Harry.
'Yes,' said Sirius forlornly. 'You know I've got a temper, I just snapped when she wouldn't let me in! I barely even remember doing it, it was a bit of a blur…she used to like me when I was at school too…'
And with that Sirius slumped off, checking each portrait as he went.
'He seems really depressed,' said Hermione anxiously.
'Perhaps he'll come bursting through the door at the wedding!' said Ron.
'I doubt it,' answered Jenny.
The day of the wedding soon came and none of the other students, except for them, were attending.
Harry was in his dormitory getting ready into his dress robes. Normal school robes would be much to drab for a wedding and he had nothing else except Muggle clothes.
Jenny and Hermione walked in after they'd got changed. They too were wearing their dress robes and looked cheerful.
Luckily Hermione and Ron had made up the night before but were still inclined to be a little unsure around each other.
Jenny came over and sat down next to Harry.
'You look nice,' she said, turning to face him.
'So do you,' he replied.
She wrinkled her nose slightly but said nothing. Harry sometimes felt that she wasn't very good at taking compliments.
'We've got to meet Lupin at the Entrance Hall in half an hour,' said Hermione, checking her watch.
'We know, Herm,' said Ron. 'I wonder whether Sirius was invited?'
'Well, either way he's not going. In fact, I haven't seen him all day,' finished Harry, concerned.
'I have,' said Jenny, 'this morning. He was moping down the corridor.'
They met Lupin in the Entrance Hall half an hour later, as planned.
'Ah, you're here! All ready?' he asked them cheerfully when he spotted them. Lupin had been invited too. Apparently, when Faith and Sirius were going out, they had become quite good friends.
They nodded.
Lupin led the way out the door and through the grounds. As soon as they were outside the front gate, Lupin turned and began to rummage among the bushes.
'Portkey?' asked Jenny, cottoning on.
'Mmm,' replied Lupin. 'Ah, here it is!' He pulled an old mug out of the bush. 'Not very pretty is it?' he said, wrinkling his nose as he held the mug out at arms length.
'Smells like Sirius fowled on it!' Jenny laughed.
'I wouldn't laugh if I were you! You're going to have to touch it!' replied Lupin.
'No, I won't!' she smirked as she took hold of Harry's hand when he reluctantly gripped the mug.
'That's cheating!' Lupin told her.
Harry didn't get to hear her reply because he felt the air rush past him and the now familiar jerk of behind his navel.
A/N. The next chapter is the last one…promise!!! I know now 'cause I've finally finished writing it out in rough!!!!:}
Disclaimer: JK owns all except Jenny and Faith!!!!:}