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Yay! Next part. Free time! Goody. First off, I'd like to thank the people that actually took the time to fill in the box for reviews. You rock. So, thanks to: (the following is a list of the thoughtful peeps who reviewed me and my response to their reviews)

Razor Wind, Queen of the Serpentana Islands

Neva: He's dead, get over it. I was sick of his carping about how poor he is. And I wanted to torture Harry. Well, actually, Voldemort wanted to, it's just that he possessed me. Not my fault. So he killed Ron through me. (Yay! Sorry.)

Malena: Privately, I agree. But, the ONE thing I learned from my math teacher, the one useful phrase (well, Michael differs, he thinks that "Anita, SHUT UP" which was his most frequent phrase, is useful. Oh, that's me! Anita!) Oh, yeah. The one thing I learned was: Never point out your mistakes, hopefully others won't notice them. Yes, I seriously considered keeping Ron alive, but see my reasons above.

Katy D.: Yes, Sirius is sweet. A bit too mushy for my tastes, but he serves his purpose. I'll get better.

Sara: Don't worry, Harry gets a bit depressed, but he doesn't go mad. (Yet…)

Radamof: Profuse thanks!! You rock! You have me on favorites!! Yay!

Hermione Gulliver: I had my reasons…

Rufus: LOOK EVERYONE! ONE OF MY FAVORITE AUTHORS HAS REVIEWED ME!!! YAY!!! Oh, and I really like "And As the Dawn Begins" currently, it is my favorite fic.

George Weasley's REAL girlfriend: Thanks. I'll give you more.

Fairysal: H/H? NO WAY! (You don't have to kiss my @$$, no I'm not sexy, lol, I'm going to post more anyway! R/H forever!

Someone2: Thanks.

Quillow: I don't mind. Your decision about the beta reading was a just one. That makes me admire you more!

Muggle genius: See comments under Malena.

Palmer: Thanks for reviewing, but you are SO not my best friend. Well, maybe my only friend on ff.n that I KNOW, but that's ok.

Gryffindor: No!!! Sirius would go to Azkaban for that, and who wants that? And NO WAY will Harry/Cho work!

Some things I forgot to write in first installments:

  • Harry doesn't want to sleep because he dreams about the Triwizard Tournament and has some dreams with scar hurting that right now I don't know what they were, and he doesn't remember them, all he knows is that most of the time when he doesn't dream about Cedric, his scar hurts, but he doesn't really get a clear picture.
  • Sirius knows that Harry isn't sleeping because he notices bags under his eyes. (This is pointed out in the conversation he has with Lupin! Yay! Lupin is back!! He's so sweet!)
  • One more thing! I'm changing it, here, now, so you can all bear witness! The Dark Mark was ABOVE Ron's bed, but Ron's body was not there. And there was a note saying he was dead, and his left arm was there. Okay? Kinda gross, but I have to make it fit with the next thing about the Death Eaters!

About this installment: There is a REALLY semi-gross part, but the idea occurred to me: Just WHY do they call them Death Eaters? (Evil laugh). Ok, so some cannibalism. Disgusting, really. Sorry about that. So, I guess PG-13. And I'm deciding not to write parts in the fics. In the title I'll just write Post #2 and if that doesn't fit I'll put it in the summary, because I switch perspectives much to fast. (Orignally, I was going to have ONLY Harry's perspective, but then I wanted to portray more emotion, so…)

Sorry I took so long! Remember to BE A RESPONSIBLE READER AND REVIEW!!!! (And I don't own any of the characters. I was going to have a Defense Teacher, but I thought that was going to be too complicated, so I'm either going to have Sirius or Remus…Vote in your review!

Dammit, Coqui, if you go much longer, this A/N is going to be longer than the fic…

With a loud "pop!" Sirius Black Apparated into Remus Lupin's study.

Remus looked up. "So, how was he?"

Sirius shrugged and threw himself into a chair next to Remus. "Okay, I guess. He cried a bit," he replied dully.

"He cried?" said Remus, alarmed. "In front of you?"

"Yeah, is that bad?"

"I've never seen him cry…Not even after the Dementor incidents, and I know those were hard for him, too…" mused Lupin. "D'you know, that's surprising. Maybe it means that he trusts you and he's ready to let you in on his life…"

"But that's good!" exclaimed Sirius.

"Yes, it means he'll let you help him. You've arranged to go back tomorrow, of course?"

"Of course."

"Excellent. Seeing as it's nearly 3 am, I suggest you get some sleep."

"But-I only left Harry because you said to be back here by three! I thought it was important!"

"It is. You need sleep so that you can continue your visits with Harry without collapsing of exhaustion. What would he do then? And I won't have you keeping Harry up all night."

"Hey, I'm his godfather, not you!" said Sirius in mock frustration. "And he hasn't been getting any sleep, I can tell you that. He has shadows under his eyes. Really dark ones. To tell you the truth, he's starting to look a bit like you, Moony…"

Remus sighed. "His scars been troubling him, most likely. Did you ask him about that?"

"No, I can't say it crossed my mind."

"That's not healthy, though. Talk to him about that, too."

"But what if he's afraid to sleep?"

"Lock the door, put a Silencing Spell on the room, and stay with him until he does go to sleep," suggested Lupin.

"No!" Sirius said, appalled. "He's 15, not 5. That would offend him!"

"Yes, but he needs to sleep!"

"He'd fake it so I'd leave, then he wouldn't sleep anyway!"

"So tell him to sleep during the day! Most Dark activity is at night, so he wouldn't have as many nightmares!"

"No!" said Sirius firmly. "I'm not ordering him around!"

"Oh yes you are! I'd do it myself, but it's your job. James gave you the right to give Harry instructions, and you're supposed to use it to promote his well-being!"

Sirius groaned. "Fine, you win. I'll talk to him."

"Good. Now go to sleep. I can focus better on translating this when you're not breathing down my back."

"You've been working for 20 hours straight!" said Sirius exasperated. "Talk about double standards! If anyone needs sleep, it's you!"

"All right, then. I'll sleep if you do," Remus said without protest. "'Night then."

"'Night," said Sirius. He retired to the small but comfortable bedroom Remus had set up for him, (Remus slept on a cot in his study) his worries about Harry eased slightly.

Harry had nodded reluctantly off to sleep when he woke up sweating, shaking, and breathing hard. Images of Cedric, Wormtail, and Voldemort flooded his head.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it," thought Harry furiously. "Not your fault. Stop." He took deep breaths to calm his racing heart.

"And this, Potter, is why you don't want to sleep," said Harry out loud. "So, guess it's back to Gregory the Smarmy…"

Harry worked on his essay a few minutes, before succumbing to the powerful tug of sleep…

"Excellent," said the cloaked figure on the throne, throwing a clean bone into the dish next to him. "So now, Potter is suffering. A rib, Malfoy," he said, addressing another man next to him, who was holding a silver platter. Malfoy pressed a rib into his hand. "Now, what did your son say about Potter's other acquaintances?"

"He said that Weasley was Potter's closest friend. He added that Hermione Granger is another close confidant, and that Rubeus Hagrid is his favorite teacher."

"Hmm. I want to see this boy. He knows Potter better than any of us. Bring him to me."

"At once, my Lord," said Malfoy greasily.

"Give me the platter," ordered Voldemort. "Apparition wards shall be removed from my fortress."

Malfoy bowed and handed him the plate with the remainders of the body on it with a flourish. He exited.

Voldemort grinned as Malfoy left. He picked a human head from the platter. It had red hair. He looked it in its eyes. "Well, Weasley, you have served your purpose. Your death will undoubtedly cause our dear Potter intense inner turmoil. Perhaps I shall mount you on a pole to show to him when I have made him a guest in this lovely fortress of mine. There is a nice dank cell awaiting him, and my wand is always prepared to emit a Cruciatus Curse or two…And the Dementors will be only to pleased to see him again. Yes, all interesting ideas. But first, the death of his closest friends shall allow me to test his limits. No, I shan't kill him yet…But he will be a most entertaining prisoner…Which reminds me. Thank you for the lovely meal, Weasley. Your ribs are a delicacy. Allow me to sample a thigh…" He reached onto the platter. "Mmmm."

So, did you like it? I'm sorry. I know it was gross. But…it suited Voldemort! You KNOW it did. Please don't disown me as a sicko. Please review, please don't flame that last choice, it's my fic, I know it's disturbing, I'll try to make the next parts better, I didn't intend for it to go like that! I posted the first part on a webpage I made over the summer, and it just took some dark twists. But it's original! Please review!

Coqui the Mighty Frog