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A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic!
OK, we know this has been long awaited chapter (well, if any of you are actually reading out there). We are so sorry, but evil exams (they are the creation of Satan!) and work has made it hard for us.
A big thank you and hugs and kisses for our reviewers, you guys rock! An extra kiss for any of you who waved back to us.
Just have to mention this, so sorry. COME ON ENGLAND! So the World Cup has started and hasn't it been interesting so far! Senegal beating France and the USA beating Portugal (by the way, well done! Our Grandfather was American so we can support you too, after England of course!) Today was so ace, because England finally beat Argentina! There is a rivalry there, oh yes there is! MIGHTY ENGLAND!
Sorry for those of you that totally bore, or made no sense what so ever to.
On with the story.
The boy behind the scar
Chapter 3- Memories and the cure for nightmares
Ron stood by the kitchen fireplace of the burrow for a few moments; a small smile plagued his lips. Hermione was eagerly dusting herself off and trying to fix those bushy brown locks that Ron loved so much (Hermione always liked to make a good impression). Molly entered the kitchen muttering to herself, something about 'divorcing children and flying gnomes', she hadn't noticed the two new arrivals. The smell of a cooking apple pie filled Ron's nostrils and made his stomach growl, this caught Molly's attention. She spun around and then launched herself at Ron and Hermione pulling them in a very tight hug.
"Oh Ron, Hermione, how I've missed you! It has been far too long. How long have you been standing there? I'm sorry I was a little distracted, the twins decided that levitating gnomes through the house is a fun past time."
"Mom-we've-missed-you-too, far-too-long, only-just-arrived-but-wish-we- could-have-seen-those-little-buggers-fly-and...can-you-loosen-your-grip- because-I...can't...breathe?" Ron choked out, Molly loosened her grip and stood back for a moment.
"Watch your language," she told her youngest son firmly and then smiled. "Oh let me take a good look at you two. Oh Hermione you look lovely, simply beautiful and Ron..." She hesitated, surveying her son as her smile grew. "Well haven't you grown! You are even more handsome. My! You really have a presence about yourself." A proud look glinted in her eyes, Hermione suspected she was about the burst into tears but contained and composed herself. The tips of Ron's ear began to turn pink (which he mentally scolded himself for, as it was his mother who was causing it!).
"Are the others here yet?" Hermione changed the subject.
"The twins are, with Angelina and Alicia. Charlie and his latest girlfriend, I can't keep track, Linda her name is, very sweet girl. Bill's here 'flying solo', as he likes to put it, he and your father are playing with that pheletone contraption. Percy and Penelope are running late, not like them I know but Percy is very busy at the Ministry. Ginny's upstairs, had quite an exhausting shift I gather." Molly then began to continue bustling around the kitchen, opening cupboard doors, searching around and then closing it again. Pulling out her wand she muttered to herself and smiled satisfied as the salt flew from the cupboard in the corner into her hand.
"Do you want any help?" Hermione offered.
"Oh yes dear, it would be a great help if you peeled those potatoes."
"No problem." Hermione began peeling as was requested.
"And Ron dear, could you take this lemon tea to Ginny and ask her to be downstairs soon, before Percy and Penny arrive?" Taking the mug of tea from his mom, Ron made his way out of the kitchen and up the creaky stairs.
He stopped outside Ginny's room and knocked softly.
"Come in." Came Ginny's simple reply, Ron entered to see his sister sat on her bed, staring out of the window.
"Hey." Ron spoke gently, Ginny stood up and embraced her brother in a hug.
"Hey yourself." Ginny smiled stepping back.
"Mom told me to bring you this, lemon tea in this rather attractive Gilderoy Lockhart mug." Ron grinned and Ginny began to chuckle.
"I can't believe she still has that thing!"
"Yeah I know, it must be ancient now." Ron eyed the mug with some distaste.
"Must be, she always used to make me a hot drink in it when I was little and had nightmares. She said that magical smile could make anyone cheer up." Now Ginny eyed the mug still in her brother's hand.
"Cheer you up? That's more likely to cause nightmares! So why do you need cheering up now?" Ron placed the mug on her bedside table and sat down next to his younger sister.
"I'm fine, just had a rough shift, that's all." Ron nodded and it fell silent for a few moments.
"So, how about those Chudley Cannons." Ron broke the silence and Ginny began to laugh.
"Come on Ronniekins, let's go and see those crazy people also now as our family." She stood up, grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him out of her room.
Bill smiled at his siblings as they descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. With a roll of the eyes and quick gesture towards Fred and George, he succeeded in warning them about their latest plan. The twins sat at one end of the table looking crestfallen while poking the plate of boiled sweets in front of them. Despite their protests that they were perfectly fine and not prank material, Mrs Weasley had still refused to let them anywhere near the rest of her dinner. This hadn't meant that the duo hadn't tried to feed them to an unsuspecting family member. Percy had left the room nearly as soon a he had arrived and Hermione had threatened them at wand point until they had left her alone.
With a small smile from Ginny and a whispered 'thank you' from Ron, the two took their seats next to each other at the table. Mrs Weasley gazed at her two youngest children fondly, as she noticed that they both looked slightly happier in each other's company. During dinner there was lots of loud chatting, jokes and old stories. The twins had taken great pleasure in telling Charlie's new girlfriend every embarrassing stunt he had pulled through out puberty. Charlie had proven that it was a trait shared by all the Weasley, to blush an astonishing shade of red. Percy spent the time proudly informing anyone who listen, about his promotion; while his wife Penny had to keep cleaning up their two year old son as he threw his mash potato on the table and squashed his chubby little hands into it. After returning to his usual colour, Charlie had been too busy whispering to his new girlfriend, which gave Fred, George and Bill ample time to make bets on how long this one would last. Mrs Weasley had given them the evil eye, which prompted them to stop, but not before Mr Weasley had placed a secret bet on two weeks. Bill then resigned himself to talk to his father about a new charm that a curse breaker in his department had just developed. While Mrs Weasley, Angelina and Alicia prompted Hermione to talk about plans for the wedding, no matter how much she would insist that her and Ron were happy with a long engagement. Ginny added the occasional comment, but still listened to the conversations around her. Something that Ron and the twins were talking about caught her attention.
"No, it was a false alarm. It's got to be expected. Harry Potter sightings seem to have increased. Lately, everyone and their next door neighbour seems to think that he is living down their road." George shook his head sadly, as Ron's face fell. He shook his head too, as if he hadn't really been expecting anything.
"You know, I don't think Sirius can handle another lead. Each time it just seems harder for him, that small piece of hope just keeps getting squashed. I don't think he is going to have any hope left soon." Fred added. "Poor guy, I don't really think he has much else in the world."
"Professor Lupin seems the same. Met him in the three broomsticks the other day. He looks like it's a full moon, instead of a half. But at least he has his students to keep his mind occupied." The three were silent for a moment, each thinking how much better this dinner would have been with Harry here. Ginny wiped a tear from her eye, her heart aching at the mention of his name. The twins soon set off a Filibuster firework to ease the tension, which caused most of the table to jump in shock, and then laugh as they realised what had happened. Ginny tuned out the sound of her furious mother, deciding that she would write a letter to Sirius later.
Harry sat and watched Hedwig fly around the flat; the curtains were shut so no one would see her. He had tried to leave her in the wizarding world but she had refused by following him and never leaving. He let her fly free at night but she never brought any messages back, it was like she understood that he didn't want to be found (to begin with she had brought the Daily Prophet but Harry didn't read it so she gave up). Harry had made a firm decision to leave everything of that world behind, however not only Headwig but also the memories were making that very difficult.
It seemed to him that wherever he would go he would see something that reminded him of home. It seemed as though everyone in London owned a big black dog or had red hair. The cinema he walked past on his way to work only seemed to play werewolf films and every other shop seemed to be some sort of book shop or library. Harry really didn't want to be reminded of anything to do with the magical world. It only made his memories more vivid, causing that deep ache to grow more than was bearable. He didn't want to admit to himself, but he missed them. He missed the way Sirius would always try to get him to play pranks on the Hogwarts professors, or the way he would interrupted any of Lupin's stories about his parents, to tell him who he was dating at the time or just any way to involve himself. He missed Mrs Weasley's cooking and the way she would give him a motherly hug when he was upset. He missed the way that Fred and George could make him laugh no matter what the situation; he even missed Percy complaining about the noise level. He missed his best friends, there wasn't anything that he didn't miss about Ron and Hermione. And Ginny… he couldn't even bear to let his thoughts go further than that.
Taking a shaky breath, Harry ran his fingers through his already tousled hair. Feeling weary and alone, he laid down on the couch, gazing at the cracks in the ceiling and wondering how hard it would be to knock himself out. Several minutes later, Harry bolted up, shivering and with a cold sweat covering his entire body. Scrambling off the couch, he proceeded to pace the length of the room, his face contorted, showing his fight with inner demons. Closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath, Harry steeled his resolve and apparated from the flat. Hedwig cooed as she landed in confusion on the coffee table, next to the spot where Harry's wand lay.
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Disclaimer: We own nothing! *sob…sniff…sob* The characters and world they live in belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling. We are just borrowing them.
A/N: C.Moony and S.Prongs (split personality S.Padfoot) proudly present this fic!
OK, we know this has been long awaited chapter (well, if any of you are actually reading out there). We are so sorry, but evil exams (they are the creation of Satan!) and work has made it hard for us.
A big thank you and hugs and kisses for our reviewers, you guys rock! An extra kiss for any of you who waved back to us.
Just have to mention this, so sorry. COME ON ENGLAND! So the World Cup has started and hasn't it been interesting so far! Senegal beating France and the USA beating Portugal (by the way, well done! Our Grandfather was American so we can support you too, after England of course!) Today was so ace, because England finally beat Argentina! There is a rivalry there, oh yes there is! MIGHTY ENGLAND!
Sorry for those of you that totally bore, or made no sense what so ever to.
On with the story.
The boy behind the scar
Chapter 3- Memories and the cure for nightmares
Ron stood by the kitchen fireplace of the burrow for a few moments; a small smile plagued his lips. Hermione was eagerly dusting herself off and trying to fix those bushy brown locks that Ron loved so much (Hermione always liked to make a good impression). Molly entered the kitchen muttering to herself, something about 'divorcing children and flying gnomes', she hadn't noticed the two new arrivals. The smell of a cooking apple pie filled Ron's nostrils and made his stomach growl, this caught Molly's attention. She spun around and then launched herself at Ron and Hermione pulling them in a very tight hug.
"Oh Ron, Hermione, how I've missed you! It has been far too long. How long have you been standing there? I'm sorry I was a little distracted, the twins decided that levitating gnomes through the house is a fun past time."
"Mom-we've-missed-you-too, far-too-long, only-just-arrived-but-wish-we- could-have-seen-those-little-buggers-fly-and...can-you-loosen-your-grip- because-I...can't...breathe?" Ron choked out, Molly loosened her grip and stood back for a moment.
"Watch your language," she told her youngest son firmly and then smiled. "Oh let me take a good look at you two. Oh Hermione you look lovely, simply beautiful and Ron..." She hesitated, surveying her son as her smile grew. "Well haven't you grown! You are even more handsome. My! You really have a presence about yourself." A proud look glinted in her eyes, Hermione suspected she was about the burst into tears but contained and composed herself. The tips of Ron's ear began to turn pink (which he mentally scolded himself for, as it was his mother who was causing it!).
"Are the others here yet?" Hermione changed the subject.
"The twins are, with Angelina and Alicia. Charlie and his latest girlfriend, I can't keep track, Linda her name is, very sweet girl. Bill's here 'flying solo', as he likes to put it, he and your father are playing with that pheletone contraption. Percy and Penelope are running late, not like them I know but Percy is very busy at the Ministry. Ginny's upstairs, had quite an exhausting shift I gather." Molly then began to continue bustling around the kitchen, opening cupboard doors, searching around and then closing it again. Pulling out her wand she muttered to herself and smiled satisfied as the salt flew from the cupboard in the corner into her hand.
"Do you want any help?" Hermione offered.
"Oh yes dear, it would be a great help if you peeled those potatoes."
"No problem." Hermione began peeling as was requested.
"And Ron dear, could you take this lemon tea to Ginny and ask her to be downstairs soon, before Percy and Penny arrive?" Taking the mug of tea from his mom, Ron made his way out of the kitchen and up the creaky stairs.
He stopped outside Ginny's room and knocked softly.
"Come in." Came Ginny's simple reply, Ron entered to see his sister sat on her bed, staring out of the window.
"Hey." Ron spoke gently, Ginny stood up and embraced her brother in a hug.
"Hey yourself." Ginny smiled stepping back.
"Mom told me to bring you this, lemon tea in this rather attractive Gilderoy Lockhart mug." Ron grinned and Ginny began to chuckle.
"I can't believe she still has that thing!"
"Yeah I know, it must be ancient now." Ron eyed the mug with some distaste.
"Must be, she always used to make me a hot drink in it when I was little and had nightmares. She said that magical smile could make anyone cheer up." Now Ginny eyed the mug still in her brother's hand.
"Cheer you up? That's more likely to cause nightmares! So why do you need cheering up now?" Ron placed the mug on her bedside table and sat down next to his younger sister.
"I'm fine, just had a rough shift, that's all." Ron nodded and it fell silent for a few moments.
"So, how about those Chudley Cannons." Ron broke the silence and Ginny began to laugh.
"Come on Ronniekins, let's go and see those crazy people also now as our family." She stood up, grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him out of her room.
Bill smiled at his siblings as they descended the stairs and entered the kitchen. With a roll of the eyes and quick gesture towards Fred and George, he succeeded in warning them about their latest plan. The twins sat at one end of the table looking crestfallen while poking the plate of boiled sweets in front of them. Despite their protests that they were perfectly fine and not prank material, Mrs Weasley had still refused to let them anywhere near the rest of her dinner. This hadn't meant that the duo hadn't tried to feed them to an unsuspecting family member. Percy had left the room nearly as soon a he had arrived and Hermione had threatened them at wand point until they had left her alone.
With a small smile from Ginny and a whispered 'thank you' from Ron, the two took their seats next to each other at the table. Mrs Weasley gazed at her two youngest children fondly, as she noticed that they both looked slightly happier in each other's company. During dinner there was lots of loud chatting, jokes and old stories. The twins had taken great pleasure in telling Charlie's new girlfriend every embarrassing stunt he had pulled through out puberty. Charlie had proven that it was a trait shared by all the Weasley, to blush an astonishing shade of red. Percy spent the time proudly informing anyone who listen, about his promotion; while his wife Penny had to keep cleaning up their two year old son as he threw his mash potato on the table and squashed his chubby little hands into it. After returning to his usual colour, Charlie had been too busy whispering to his new girlfriend, which gave Fred, George and Bill ample time to make bets on how long this one would last. Mrs Weasley had given them the evil eye, which prompted them to stop, but not before Mr Weasley had placed a secret bet on two weeks. Bill then resigned himself to talk to his father about a new charm that a curse breaker in his department had just developed. While Mrs Weasley, Angelina and Alicia prompted Hermione to talk about plans for the wedding, no matter how much she would insist that her and Ron were happy with a long engagement. Ginny added the occasional comment, but still listened to the conversations around her. Something that Ron and the twins were talking about caught her attention.
"No, it was a false alarm. It's got to be expected. Harry Potter sightings seem to have increased. Lately, everyone and their next door neighbour seems to think that he is living down their road." George shook his head sadly, as Ron's face fell. He shook his head too, as if he hadn't really been expecting anything.
"You know, I don't think Sirius can handle another lead. Each time it just seems harder for him, that small piece of hope just keeps getting squashed. I don't think he is going to have any hope left soon." Fred added. "Poor guy, I don't really think he has much else in the world."
"Professor Lupin seems the same. Met him in the three broomsticks the other day. He looks like it's a full moon, instead of a half. But at least he has his students to keep his mind occupied." The three were silent for a moment, each thinking how much better this dinner would have been with Harry here. Ginny wiped a tear from her eye, her heart aching at the mention of his name. The twins soon set off a Filibuster firework to ease the tension, which caused most of the table to jump in shock, and then laugh as they realised what had happened. Ginny tuned out the sound of her furious mother, deciding that she would write a letter to Sirius later.
Harry sat and watched Hedwig fly around the flat; the curtains were shut so no one would see her. He had tried to leave her in the wizarding world but she had refused by following him and never leaving. He let her fly free at night but she never brought any messages back, it was like she understood that he didn't want to be found (to begin with she had brought the Daily Prophet but Harry didn't read it so she gave up). Harry had made a firm decision to leave everything of that world behind, however not only Headwig but also the memories were making that very difficult.
It seemed to him that wherever he would go he would see something that reminded him of home. It seemed as though everyone in London owned a big black dog or had red hair. The cinema he walked past on his way to work only seemed to play werewolf films and every other shop seemed to be some sort of book shop or library. Harry really didn't want to be reminded of anything to do with the magical world. It only made his memories more vivid, causing that deep ache to grow more than was bearable. He didn't want to admit to himself, but he missed them. He missed the way Sirius would always try to get him to play pranks on the Hogwarts professors, or the way he would interrupted any of Lupin's stories about his parents, to tell him who he was dating at the time or just any way to involve himself. He missed Mrs Weasley's cooking and the way she would give him a motherly hug when he was upset. He missed the way that Fred and George could make him laugh no matter what the situation; he even missed Percy complaining about the noise level. He missed his best friends, there wasn't anything that he didn't miss about Ron and Hermione. And Ginny… he couldn't even bear to let his thoughts go further than that.
Taking a shaky breath, Harry ran his fingers through his already tousled hair. Feeling weary and alone, he laid down on the couch, gazing at the cracks in the ceiling and wondering how hard it would be to knock himself out. Several minutes later, Harry bolted up, shivering and with a cold sweat covering his entire body. Scrambling off the couch, he proceeded to pace the length of the room, his face contorted, showing his fight with inner demons. Closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath, Harry steeled his resolve and apparated from the flat. Hedwig cooed as she landed in confusion on the coffee table, next to the spot where Harry's wand lay.
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