Chapter 28
Randy's Rescue
When Harry walked into Potions on Monday, it was with a lighter heart then he would have normally. He had slept very well the night before. It seemed a dumb reason to be happy about spending two hours with the Slytherins and Snape, but he took what he could get.
He carried the map with him, and his cloak, and tried not to think about why he had them. The cloak was in the bottom of his bag, and the map in his pocket. It seemed to him like too much to ask for Voldemort to wait until after the holidays before another strike. Or rather Peter.
They were making a potion that was actually rather interesting. If done correctly, it would eventually show them what animal they would turn into if they became Animagus. It would have to simmer through the entire Christmas break, and be stirred once a day. That, and Snape put it, was their homework for the holiday. But as the potions were staying here, what the students going home were going to do was beyond Harry.
Pulling his notes out, he pulled out the map with it. It was already activated, he kept it that way. He tucked it under his notes, but not before scanning it quickly. As he added the ingredients, he kept checking the map. He knew he was being paranoid, but he would sit and look at nothing else if he could.
While he slept, Sally watched it. Learning to read was something she now had her heart set on, even if he had taught her to only recognize a few words. The map wouldn't lie, even Voldemort himself could not hide his mind.
In watching the map so closely he learned something about it. It read your mind, so the name that showed up on the map was whoever who thought you were. He had noticed it when the name one of the teachers who had just been married kept changing between her maiden name and married name. She wasn't yet used to he new last name.
Carefully, he poured the frog eyes in. There seemed to be a lot of animal ingredients in this potion, which really did make sense. The main ingredient however was kelpie blood. Harry tried very hard not to think about drinking it.
After adding the frog eyes, Harry moved back over to look at the map again. What he saw nearly stopped his heart. Without hesitation, he grabbed his bag and dumped the contents on the table. Everybody turned to look at what the racket was about.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
Harry grabbed the invisibility cloak out of the pile. "Potter! What do you think you are doing?" Snape roared as Harry vanished. He walked over to where Harry's desk was, and his eye fell on the map.
Picking it up, he saw that Harry was already speeding down the hall. Really speeding. His eyes searched the map and fell on what Harry was speeding for.
"Damit!" he roared, causing everybody in the room to jump. Running to the fireplace, he threw the dust in. "Dumbledore! He's here again, and Potter just ran out there trying to stop him!"
Harry's lungs burned, but he forced himself to run faster. 'Can't disapperate on the grounds, but the woods aren't the grounds. He will have to head for the woods. Even he isn't dumb enough to go into the town. Shit, I wish I had grabbed the map.'
As he reached the front doors, he sped even more, ignoring the pain that it had caused in his lungs and legs. He reached the edge of the forest, and looked in the direction that Peter would have to come from.
His scar began to hurt, but he saw nothing. That was when he noticed the faint foot prints in the small bit of snow that remained. Of course, Peter would be using some sort of spell from Voldemort to make him invisible. It was from Voldemort, and that was what made Harry's scar hurt. There were muffled noises, as though somebody was trying to scream and couldn't.
Peter may be invisible, but so was Harry, and Harry knew Peter was there. Harry pointed his wand out the cloak at the place where Peter was standing. "Hilsalennded! Borinitie! Expelliarmus!"
In one moment Peter was covered in a green slime. Then once he was plainly visible in the next moment he was frozen. For the moment that Harry had to register anything, he saw the sack in Peter's hand. A sack! Then with the disarming spell, the sack flew away from him and toward Harry. That was when Peter transformed.
The transformation broke the Borinitie spell. Harry caught the sack that was flying at him, but by the time he had put it down and threw off the cloak, Peter was already into the woods. Cursing him, Harry let him go. Maybe Voldemort would kill him.
He was aware of the entire Hogwarts staff running out of the front doors, but Harry turned his attention on the sac. It had been very light when he caught it, and he was afraid of what he would find in it. When he untied it, and pair of watery brown eyes looked up at him.
The map had identified her name as Randy. She was a first year, and looked small enough to be eight or nine. Upon seeing Harry's face, tears streamed down her cheeks, and when he took the gag out of her mouth she burst into tears and reached out to him. Harry pulled her out of the sack, and lifted her into the air.
She was light, because she was so small. Harry was sure she was a Ravenclaw. He bent over and picked up his cloak and the sack. He started to walk toward the teachers who had all stopped dead in their tracks. "It's okay, Randy. I've got you now, it will be okay. I promise."
She stopped crying, but she still clung to him. Harry draped the cloak over his shoulder, and kept walking. "You're in Ravenclaw, aren't you Randy."
"Yes," came the timid voice. She clung to him harder. "How did you know."
'Because Peter may be stupid, but if he's going to do something stupid he will do it right. He won't take a fourth for fear of getting too close to me, he will be reluctant to take any Gryffindor. He won't take a Slytherin for fear of taking another followers' child.' "Because you were so smart, and knew just what to do. You made as much noise as you could so I could find you."
They reached the teachers, and Harry wondered how all of them had managed to get out here so quickly. Harry walked over to Dumbledore and let go of Randy. There was no need to hold her, she held on herself well enough. He handed the sack to Dumbledore.
"That's what he took her in. She was in Charms. I tried to stop him, but when he transformed he broke my Borinitie spell." He heard Professor McGonagall gasp slightly. He had forgotten that spell wasn't taught until seventh year. Well could they blame him? Flitwick had mentioned it in charms, when they were learning the Still Charm. It was supposed to be the strongest holding spell that existed. It literally made the air around you grow solid. "By the time I had caught the sack, he was already in the forest. Maybe Voldemort will hear that he failed, or even that he was here, and kill him for us."
Dumbledore blinked at that. He had never really heard Harry wishing to kill a person before. Voldemort could hardly be qualified as a person.
Dumbledore reached out and took the sack, and in it's place handed Harry the map. He tucked it in his pocket, secretly glad that they did not intend to keep it.
"That was very brave thing you did, Mr. Potter, and we are all very proud of you." Harry waved it away.
"Randy should go see the nurse. Randy, I'm going to put you down now, okay?"
He carefully pulled her away and set her on the ground. Standing she reached about his mid forearm. She immediately grabbed him around the waist and buried her face in his side. Harry stroked her hair and looked back up at Professor Dumbledore.
"You could try searching the forest, but he is probably already gone. He can appeariate away as soon as he is out there. Plus Voldemort has a invisibility spell on him." His hand rubbed his scar when he said that. It still tingled. Dumbledore looked up at it, then at him questionably. "I think what it does is hurt every time he performs magic in near me. The spell of Wormtail was his, and that is why if hurt."
"It is green, if you didn't know."
Harry shrugged. "Not surprising. That is the color I remember the spell being. The spell that made it."
Dumbledore's eyebrows raised in surprise. "That you remember it at all astounds me."
Harry's face darkened. "Oh I do, believe me. It is the only memory of my parents that I have." He turned his attention on Randy. "Randy, you have to go get that cut on you cheek all fixed up. Don't you want to let go?"
She shook her head hard, hugging his waist harder. Harry smiled slightly. "The how about a ride?" He reached down to her and she jumped as he hefted her up. He grinned at the teachers and they moved aside to let him pass.
When they reached the nurse, Harry set her down on the bed, but she grabbed his hand before he could move. "Randy, I'm just going to go out here to talk to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape. I promise I won't leave, okay?"
She nodded slowly, and Madam Pomfrey rushed over to look at her cheek. Harry stepped outside the door where Dumbledore and Snape had followed him to.
"Somebody should bring her parents in," he said running a hand through his hair. Dumbledore nodded.
"Harry, how well did you manage to do the Borinitie spell?"
Harry blinked. That had been the last thing he had expected them to ask. "It worked just how it was supposed to until he transformed. Why?"
"No reason."
Harry studied them for a moment before asking what was on his mind. "What happened in her classroom?"
"Flitwick went flying around the room and every piece of glass in the room broke. That was the distraction, at least." Snape said with a sneer. "Probably how the girl got that scratch on her cheek you were so worried about."
"Is Professor Flitwick okay?"
"He's fine Harry. Besides some scratches from the glass, everybody was fine. Thanks to you. Let's see, three hundred points to your house. It's not every forth year that would run out of potions to face a fully grown wizard."
Harry grinned slightly. "I don't know, I think some of them would take you up on it if you offered it as a substitute for potions." He wiped the grin off at one look at Snape's face. However Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"You can be excused from class for the rest of the day, if you wish."
"My first day in a month on a decent night of sleep and I'm offered the day off. Thanks, but no thanks. One problem though-" The door suddenly opened and Randy came running out and she grabbed Harry's hand and hid from the two adults behind him. "Is this," Harry finished.
"Randy," Professor Dumbledore said squatting. She peaked out from behind Harry at him. "You were a really brave girl today. Because you were so good, you can stay with Harry for the rest of the day, as long as you promise to be good and quiet while he is in class." She beamed.
"Hey Randy," Harry said. "Do this." He put his hands over his ears and squinted as if pressing really hard. She grinned at him before imitating him.
"Professor," Harry said, turning to Dumbledore. "How old is she?"
"All of nine, I'm afraid. We had to bring her in early, she had too much talent to be left any longer. Her parents are Muggles. It seems to be happening more and more often, having to bring them in early. We almost did it with you, if we hadn't thought it very important that you were with your age group."
Harry blinked, and thought for a moment what it would be like if Hermione and Ron were two years below him, and Ginny three. There was no guaranty they would even be friends.
"Well, it's a good thing you didn't or I would probably be best friends with Fred and George and that would be a problem. I should really be getting back to class."
As Harry said that, Snape hurried off down the hall. "Is there anything else, Professor?" When he shook his head, Harry reached down and pulled Randy's hands away from her ears. She grinned at him.
"Ready to go to class with me?"
She nodded quickly, and he picked her up once more. "Until later, Professor."
"Yes, Mr. Potter, until later."
When Harry walked back into Potions, he was holding the hand of a young girl, who looked to Ginny about eight or nine. Harry looked at Ginny surprised.
"Rose, why are you here?"
"I knew what class you were supposed to be in, and when I told Professor McGonagall that I wanted to come see if you were okay, she thought it was a good idea. It seems however, that Professor Snape is not very happy with my presence. Who's this?"
"This is Randy, who's name I do not have to write on a rock today."
They apparently hadn't heard the story yet, and Ginny paled. Randy smiled shyly at them all, and even the Slytherins had a hard time glaring.
"Mrs. Weasley, as you can see, Mr. Potter is in perfect health. May I continue with my class now?"
Ginny raised an eyebrow at Snape, and he just glared at them. "I'm excused for the remainder of the class. Do you want me to take that up for you?" She gestured to the cloak which still remained on his arm.
Harry nodded, using his free hand to give it too her. "Take the map too, and watch it for me. I wouldn't put it past him to come again, he's just stupid enough to try it."
Ginny nodded, then looked pointedly up at his scar. Harry reached up and rubbed it, hoping it was not too obvious. He switched to Parseltongue. "It's a long story, but we do need to talk. Meet in my room at midnight, Sally will let you know if it's not okay."
For not the first time, Ginny wished she could speak in Parseltongue not just understand it. "Are you sure? I mean, you are finally sleeping well again."
He grinned at her, and spoke in English. "Sal told me you two were slipping potions into my drinks to help that."
"Not last night though, you did it all on your own, and I'm so proud of you."
Harry chuckled. "Get going before the Professor here has a heart attack." He switched to Parseltongue again. "Because you know what this conversation is reminding him of."
She nodded, then smiled at Randy before leaving quickly. Snape slammed the door shut behind her.
"Professor," Harry said picking Randy up again, "you really shouldn't hold it against her, she can't help what she looks like."
Snape turned to give Harry a glare that could have melted steel, but Harry had already turned and was walking back to his desk.
He set Randy down on top of it, and she looked over the edge at the potion Harry was mixing. "Don't fall in, Randy." She sat back immediately. Harry started to stir with a wooded spoon, hoping that the potion wasn't ruined in his absence. Ron walked over.
"I kept it stirred while you were gone."
"Thanks," Harry said running a hand through his hair again.
"Why is she here?"
"Hey Randy, do you want to go back?" She jumped off of the desk and ran to him, grabbing him around the waist and hiding her face again.
"Oh," Ron said with a grin. "Looks like we add another member to the Harry Potter Fan Club. Maybe they should start a new club, her and Ginny. The "Harry Potter Saved My Life Club"
Harry made a swipe at Ron with the wooded spoon, still giving him a chance to duck. Smiling, Ron went back to his own potion. Harry pried Randy lose and set her back up on the desk.
"Randy, what's your favorite animal?" Harry knew that the class was supposed to be silent, and that everybody could hear them talking, but he wasn't about to make the child sit there in silence.
"Kittens."
"Kitten's, huh?" Harry finished stirring, and turned to her. He took a piece of parchment, and crumpled it in his hand. Pulling out his wand, he tapped it, and when he opened it again, a tiny kitten sat in the parchment's place.
Randy laughed as he handed the baby cat to her. Harry continued making his potion to the sound of her giggling. When Draco Malfoy walked up, Harry tried not to groan. Instead he turned to Randy again. "Randy, do this again."
When her hands were pressed hard against her ears and her eyes shut, he rounded on Malfoy.
"Whatever it is you want to say, could it not have waited until later?"
"It is not up to you when you are contacted, Harry Potter. When you are contacted, you deal with it. Who ever knew you would be such a great mother, when you don't have one?"
"Go away," Harry growled.
"Yes, I fear I must Harry Potter. Time grows short before he decides to call me out and bring attention to the class that they think I am trying to kill you. I am too close to you for comfort, Harry Potter, to both your friends and mine."
With that, Draco turned and walked back. Harry bit his lip. This was new, but he had to take it in stride with everything else.
Pasting a smile on his face, he pulled his wand out of his pocket. Randy was quickly growing bored of the kitten, so Harry taped it and it turned into a batch of butterflies that landed on Randy until she moved and scared them.
This soon turned into a How-Long-Can-Randy-Sit-Still-And-Not-Scare-The-Butterflies game. Harry even managed to keep a straight face when one of the butterflies left Randy to land on Snape's nose. Harry casually pointed his wand at it and it became a small bit of parchment that landed on the floor.
The class went by, though not without a lot of giggling behind hands. It was impossible to fear Snape when a little girl was playing with butterflies on the other side of the room and Snape could do nothing about it.
When Snape called dismissal and left the room, instead of everybody rushing out of the room, everybody rushed over to Harry. Even the Slytherins stuck around, if reluctantly. Randy suddenly forgot about the butterflies and grabbed on to Harry again, hiding her face. Harry picked her up and let her hide in his shoulder. He wasn't the least bit surprised when Ginny walked in, Sally around her neck. He suspected that Ginny had been waiting outside the door.
"Alright, tell us already, what happened."
"It really wasn't that big of a deal. I knew he was here, I had been expecting it. I put on the cloak and went after him. He was invisible, but Randy here was really brave and made lots of noise so that I could find her. Didn't you sweety?" Randy nodded without removing her face from it's hiding spot, causing many of the forth years to laugh. "Anyway, because he was invisible I hit him with the Hilsalennded charm so that I could see him. Then I used the Borinitie spell to hold him still. When I saw that he was holding a sack I used Expelliarmus to take it from him. Then he transformed into his Animagus form and that broke the Borinitie spell. By the time I caught the sack he was already in the forest, and most likely appeariated away."
"Harry, do you mean that you successfully performed the Borinitie spell even though you have never been taught it?" Hermione asked.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Professor Dumbledore was surprised too. What's the big deal? Professor Flitwick told us the word, I just remembered it."
"Harry," Hermione said slowly. "It is a spell, not a charm. It takes more then a incantation to perform. First off it requires a state of mind, you have to see the person frozen. Then also it requires an awareness. To be able to manipulate air requires you to be one with the air. Most people can only perform it after hours of meditating, and usually inside where it air is still and the same, not where it is always moving and changing."
Harry's eyes widened in surprise as she talked. He didn't ask how she knew, she had probably borrowed a seventh year's text book. "Well," he said running a hand through his hair, "I guess the air outside likes me."
"Probably because his head is full of it," Malfoy said with a sneer, making the class turn to him.
Harry glared, but it was Randy who surprised him with a come back. "I don't see you saving anybody's life! Harry is smarter then you will ever be!"
Draco smirked before making a perfect bow. "I take it back, Miss., Randy is it? I will know better then to insult him in your presence, Miss. Randy." It was amazing how Draco managed to sound kind towards the child, and still insulting to Harry. Randy had already hid her face again, trying to fade away.
"Harry," Ginny said quietly. "How old is she?"
"Nine," Harry replied. "She's so smart for her age, that she had to come in early so we could teach her up really quick."
Ginny nodded, and smiled at the girls back. "Randy?" Slowly she looked up and turned around. "Do you know who Sally is?"
Randy nodded, her eyes fixing on the snake on Ginny's neck. "Well, Sally tells me that she really wants to play with you. Do you mind? She needs somebody to take care of her for a while."
Randy looked up at Harry for his permission, and he nodded with a grin. Randy reached out for the snake, never letting go of Harry.
"Rossse, you are dead. She will end up killing me, and it will be your fault. I don't like kidsss."
Harry switched to Parseltongue. "You better behave, Sally. She's been though enough in one day without you scaring her."
"I'm not a complete idiot, Harry. I won't punish the kid for the missstake that Rossse made."
"I mean it."
"Alright! Stop pessstering."
Carrying Randy who was patting Sally on the head, Harry lead the way for the Gryffindors to their next class, which was Charms.
There was still a large amount of glass on the floor. Harry looked at Randy. "Randy, you don't have to come to Charms with me. You can go to History with Rose if you want." Randy responded by grabbing on tighter and Harry sighed.
The Ravenclaws were still arriving, and had already heard the rumors. Flitwick rounded on Harry as soon as he walked in. He glanced at Randy. "Is she okay?"
"Randy, are you having fun today?" She nodded quickly. "Why don't you get on my back, so I can use my hands, okay?" She moved so that Harry had her in a piggy-back position, grabbing around his neck in a way that had to be uncomfortable, but Harry ignored it if it was.
Flitwick smiled and nodded. He stood up on a chair to give himself height. "Professor Dumbledore says that you performed the Borinitie spell today."
Harry shifted uncomfortably. He had done it once, and now everybody was worked up about it. What if he couldn't do it again. He remembered how he had done it, but what if it didn't work this time? "Yes, Professor. I didn't know anymore then the name, and used it as a reflex, and it worked. I think I could do it again, but as the circumstances are different, I couldn't be sure."
"Well, why don't you try?"
Harry shrugged, as best as he could with Randy clinging to his back. He pulled his wand out of his pocket, and held it loosely. Flitwick looked like he was about to say something about Randy, then thought better of it. He opened a cage that held a fairy in it. It floated to the middle of the room.
Harry pointed his wand in the fairy's direction and spoke the word. He wasn't sure what else he was supposed to do. All he knew was that this would make the air around the fairy turn solid, and that was what it did.
Flitwick fell off of his chair. "Mr. Potter, that is truly very amazing. No, astounding! I would say impossible if I didn't see it happening. It should never had worked. You held you wand too lose, and you didn't hold out the 'eee' at the end long enough, and yet it still worked."
Harry gave a strained smile and tried to ignore the jealous glances that the Ravenclaws were giving him. However, if their glance managed to catch the member of their house hanging on his back, then they seemed to forgive all.
Harry was suddenly very tired. Maybe the spell took more out of him then he thought. "Professor, I would like to lay my head down now, if that's okay?" It didn't help that his scar was tingling. Now that it had been exposed to Voldemort's magic again, he wondered if it would stop any time soon.
Without waiting for the Professor's answer, Harry set Randy down in a chair beside his desk, then sat down and feel straight asleep on his desk, mumbling a "watch over her" in Parseltongue to Sally.
When he woke, it was to Ron's hand on his shoulder. Harry sat up quickly, and looked around, sighing when he saw Randy. He didn't know why he was so worried about her.
"It's lunch time, Harry. You know, Randy won't talk to anybody but you, and Malfoy if you count yelling as talking. We tried to play with her through the whole class."
Harry looked down at her. "You know that you can't keep that up, right? Only for today, okay?"
"Okay, Harry."
"That's my girl." He noticed that the Ravenclaws had not left yet. One of them walked up to him.
"We are really thankful that you saved Randy for us. She is the baby member of our house. It is amazing that she talks even to you, we have never gotten a word out of her. She won't even answer teachers in class. We think it is because she is Muggle-born and so young."
"Well, she may not speak to you, but she can hear you." Harry said with a glare. The Ravenclaw had enough grace to blush. "Plus that's going to change, she promised me. Today is the last day, right Randy? Because today we proved that we were all grown up, didn't we?"
"Yes," she said shyly, looking down at the floor.
Harry picked her up and set her on his shoulder. She was so light it still surprised him.
When they reached the lunch table, Randy actually let go of Harry and ran to Ginny, who set her up on her lap. Harry sat down across from them, and switched to Parseltongue right away. "Rose, I am already wiped out. There is no way I will last until midnight." Ginny nodded, but didn't respond, though she clearly wanted to. Everything she said everybody would understand. "I've finally figured out what my scar's connection to Voldemort is. In my first year, it bothered me all the time, because Voldemort was always there, doing magic through Quirrell. It started to hurt and glow as soon as Peter got close to me with the invisibility spell set by Voldemort. I think it has more to do with the wand then the magic. His wand made the scar, and now anything his wand does close to me makes the scar hurt."
"That... makes sense." She bit her lip in frustration at having to guard what she said. "But why when-" she cut of quick and a hand flew up to her cheek. She touched it, then jerked away as if her own hand had burnt her. "I got hit this morning," she explained, but she gave Harry a look.
He knew what she meant right away. "Because, he was using magic to inhabit Quirrell's body. When that magic touched me, it hurt even more."
She nodded again, glaring at her plate, but careful not to let Randy see the glare. "My problem is now when is it going to go away? I think it maybe extra sensitive now that it has started. And now it's glowing. That can't be good."
Ginny acted as if the conversation was over, and then started another a few minutes later. "Harry, have you ever thought about growing your hair out? It might look good on you."
Harry shook his head, at both the shown meaning and the hidden one. He liked his hair the way it was, thank you very much.
"Oh well," she replied.
The remainder of the day was a workout for Harry. Randy was no problem, but too many of the teachers kept asking him to perform the Borinitie spell for them, and every time he did it he wanted to sleep for a week.
When he walked into dinner, however, sleep was erased from his mind for the moment. Randy was hiding her face again, she didn't like being the center of attention, and she was with the wrong person if she didn't.
A woman was practically running across the hall. She had black hair just like Randy, and Harry was already taller then her. He didn't need to ask who this was. The woman stopped in front of Harry, but appeared unable to say anything. She was stuck between reaching out for her daughter and staring in shock at Harry.
"Randy, somebody is here to see you." Randy lifted her head, then spotted her mother.
"Mommy!"
Her daughter's cry seemed to make up the woman's mind. Harry handed Randy to her. "Randy! Oh mommy is so proud of you."
Harry grinned and started to walk to the Gryffindor table. "Wait!" He stopped and turned. The woman walked over to him, Randy holding her hand. "Are you the one who saved her?"
"Yes, mommy, he is." Harry nodded slowly.
"I don't know how to thank you," her mother said slowly.
"Don't worry about it. She's a great kid, and Randy don't forget our promise."
She smiled, showing all her teeth. "I won't. Mommy is going to take me home for a few days, but I promise to keep it when I get back." She let go of her mother's hand and walked over to Harry. He got down on his knees so that they were eye level. Randy pulled him into a hug which he returned gratefully.
Pulling her daughter away, the two of them walked out of the hall.
Harry fell into his seat at the dinner table. He was so exhausted. He had lost count of how many times he had been asked to perform the Borinitie spell. On the bright side it got easier every time he did it.
'Well, you won't be doing any research tonight,' he thought cheerfully. For once the voice that usually scolded him for always putting it of agreed.
Just as he thought about shutting his eyes for a moment, there was a tap on his shoulder. He didn't jump, he didn't turn. He knew it was Dumbledore by the amount of magical energy he could feel radiating off of him.
He stood slowly and turned. He always felt that if you faced adults standing they pushed you around less then if you sat and watched them.
Dumbledore's face was grave, and Harry's heart fell. Dumbledore handed him a scrap of parchment. Harry unfolded it and read.
Patty, age nine.
He didn't need to see the glow to know the sword had appeared, he could feel it's magical energy as much, if not more, then Dumbledore's. He reached out to grab it, and walked out of the hall.
When he sat before the stone, it read;
In memory of
John age five
Sarah age six
Margaret age seven
Isaac age five
Wendy age four
Linda age six
Randy age five
Kara age two
Nathan age seven
Jamie age four
David age five
Crystal age three
Mary age five
Brian age eight
Michael age nine
Diana age eight
Victor age twelve
William age ten
Carl age eleven
Danny age twelve
Nick age nine
Samantha age ten
Cindy age eight
Ashley age twelve
Elizabeth age thirteen
Patty age nine
He sat there in front of the stone for a very long time. Ginny came out behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. He leaned back against her legs.
"All I could think of, Rose, was at least it wasn't Randy. Who am I to decide which of them deserved to die more? Because Randy shows more outward potential, she is already here, but this one is not as strong, and has to die for it. How can I make that decision? It's like telling me to pick one of my parents to bring back from the dead."
Ginny moved and sat down beside him. "It's not your fault Harry. You did what was right. Even if you had known that he would go find another tonight, would you have been able to let him take Randy to prevent it? Even before you knew Randy?"
"No," Harry muttered.
"Then stop hating yourself and hate Voldemort. It is his fault, hate him."
"What would I do without you, Rose?"
"Pull your hair out and jump from the highest tower. Now let's go, you are already dead on your feet. It's time for bed, Mister."
"Yes mum," he said standing. She hit him in the back of the head.