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a/n Story dedicated to Moppet Poppet, Cheating Death's 500th reviewer!
Of Western Stars
By neutral
Chapter twenty-four - of convergent understandings
Dumbledore digested their brief summary of occurrences with a grim expression, side stepping the stray chair, now lying on its side. He paused when he caught sight of Sirius, lying with his arm twisted awkwardly under him, and Harry, clinging to his godfather's neck as if the world around him was falling apart. A heavily weariness passed over his face for a moment, before he knelt alongside Remus and touched the child lightly on the shoulder.
To Remus' surprise, Harry slowly turned, a flicker of life returning to the childish face.
Dumbledore paused, an expression akin to surprise passing over his features for the briefest of moments as he watched the six year old boy. He seemed to have saw something in Harry that no one else saw, but Remus wasn't sure. Slowly, Dumbledore bent down to meet at eyelevel with him, and Harry stared back unblinkingly, still distant. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, a old man and a young child watching each other with eyes mirroring in intensity as if entrapped in a discourse only the two could hear.
"Why?" Harry asked suddenly, his haunted eyes out of place in his young face. The bright green had dulled into almost a gray, and his voice sounded dazed as he spoke, as if he wasn't completely with reality.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Dumbledore said quietly.
"He didn't kill those people," Harry murmured, lying his head tentatively against his godfather's shoulder again. Sirius was still motionless, and Harry shivered visibly. He looked weary somehow, as if a heavy weight was weighing him down and slowly drowning him. "He's innocent. Why… why did you hurt him?"
Minerva frowned in a mixture of bitter anger and pity. "Child, did Black tell you that?"
"No," Harry tensed when she drew nearer, edging himself in front of Sirius defensively.
"Harry, Sirius isn't hurt," Dumbledore said soothingly. His words brought a flicker back into Harry's emerald eyes, but his expression were still of a lost and haunted boy.
"But he's… he's not responding," Harry choked out, a tremor making his way into his words. The first signs of true distress was showing through on his face, and his shoulders shook as if holding back an outbreak. "He never… he…"
"He's only resting," Dumbledore said firmly in a tone that exude comfort and drew trust. Harry chewed his lip nervously, hand tightening around his godfather's sleeve. "Tell me, child, how did you know Sirius was innocent if he never told you?"
Harry stared him, gaze unwavering from the wizened wizard's face. "It was… in a dream."
Minerva made a sharp intake of breath. Remus paled, recalling the previous insight Harry had when he wandered the room under an invisibility cloak. He turned to Dumbledore questioningly, but the headmaster's expression was still deceptively calm.
"What happened in the dream?" Dumbledore carefully asked.
"There was a man on a street. He was scared," Harry said slowly, detached and distant as if recalling an abstract memory. "Padfoot hated him, he wanted to kill him. I think the man's name was… Wormtail… or Peter. I can't remember."
"Sirius was angry and Peter was afraid?" Minerva said with some amount of disbelief. "Are you sure it wasn't the other way around?"
"Padfoot was angry. He… he said something about betraying them to…" Harry furrowed his brow in thought. "to… Voldermort."
"He… said that?" Remus choked out, grasping the edge of the bed to steady his balance.
"Wormtail was afraid… he didn't want to die. He had a knife, screamed into the street, and everything… every thing turned white," Harry visibly shuddered, hand convulsively grasping onto the folds of Sirius' shirt.
There was silence.
Slowly, Dumbledore drew his wand from his cloak. Harry's head snapped up in an instant, and he dragged his wasted body over his godfather as if trying to shield him.
"No!" Harry buried his face in Sirius' shoulder, hugging his neck tightly. "Don't hurt him anymore. He didn't kill anyone, please…"
Dumbledore lowered his gaze, expression clouding with a heavy sadness and sympathy. "I'm just going to wake him, Harry," he said gently.
Harry tensed, but it was impossible to distrust Dumbledore. Slowly, hesitantly, he relinquished his death grip on his godfather, drawing a sharp breath when he attempted to sit. Desperation had dulled the pain before, but as the fear filtered away, all the shearing heat in his back returned in a cascade. His arm trembled violently under pressure. Harry swayed dangerously to one side before his strength gave out altogether, and he collapsed weakly against Sirius again.
Remus was on his knees beside the child in an instant, gingerly lifting him. Harry was too drained to struggle, but he made a small sound of protest. Even through his half conscious haze, he never relinquished his clasp on Sirius' shirt. Remus eased him into a sitting position; Harry sagged like a boneless heap against his shoulder.
Dumbledore watched the two knowingly, a small but sad smile crossing his face. He turned his attention back to the stunned figure, and at a softly whispered counter curse, Sirius stirred.
It took a moment for him to reorient himself; no one spoke. As Sirius fought the stiffness in his limbs and the graininess in his eyes, the blurred form of the headmaster came sharply into focus. He blinked, surprised and relieved at the same time.
"Dumbledore," Sirius croaked, his throat dry and raw from the aftereffects of the stunning curse. Another thought drifted into his mind, and he sat up with a jerk. "Harry?"
"With Remus. He's resting," Dumbledore's expression lightened somewhat at Sirius' reaction.
Sirius scrambled to his feet, the headmaster momentarily forgotten as he half stumbled over the fallen chair tangled bed sheets. He fell on his knees beside Remus, eyes unwavering from the still form lying limply against him. The room was silent. Lightly, Sirius brushed his fingers over the child's forehead, and Harry blinked up at him groggily.
"Harry?" Sirius whispered, concerned at the clamminess of his skin. He reached forward as if to retrieve the child, but thought better of it last minute.
"He's exhausted," Remus explained softly at Sirius' worried expression. "The injuries are really wearing him down. Harry needs to go to the infirmary."
Harry made a soft sound in the back of his throat, a flicker of recognition passing through his eyes. He turned towards him feebly, reaching for Sirius' hand with his undamaged arm. In a moment, Sirius had him enveloped in a loose embrace, tucking the child's head under his chin and whispering quiet words of comfort.
Still, no one said a word of protest.
A light tap on his shoulder brought Sirius back into reality.
Dumbledore stood behind him, expression blank to the point of stoicness. "Sirius, I believe you all owe us an explanation."
Sirius stilled, but instead of fear, a mixture of hope and apprehension flooded his pale eyes. He chewed his lip, downcast and if purposely avoiding their gazes as he gently eased Harry back in Remus' arms. The six year old was unresponsive, exhausted past the point of consciousness. When Sirius lifted his head again, there was a stubborn explanation in his demeanor. "I didn't betray James and Lily. I didn't kill those muggles. And I would never hurt Harry in any way," Sirius said firmly. He glanced at Remus searchingly, as if mutely pleading for him to understand. "I didn't kill Pettigrew, although I wish I had."
"Sirius, tell us the details of the events leading up to Halloween of 1981," Dumbledore urged, eyes never drifting from Sirius' face.
Sirius drew a deep, calming breath, silent willing himself to suppress the buried anger. He turned his attention to the sleeping child, resting against Remus' shoulder, oblivious to the events around him. "The day before Halloween, I asked James… to switch to Pettigrew, just the night before. I thought it was the perfect ruse. Voldermort would naturally assume that I was the secret keeper, and if I was ever captured and placed under the imperious, I would give their position away immediately. He never suspect someone as weak, unsuspecting as Wormtail, but…"
Remus clenched and unclenched his fingers around his wand, forcibly keeping them steady.
"He was the spy. When I realized, I tried to track him down," Sirius' voice was almost a low growl; he frowned darkly, "I located him in the muggle street the next day, and cornered him. I said some things to him. Then he caught me off guard, and screamed out to the entire street that I was the traitor. He blew up the street with the wand behind his back, transformed into a rat, and ran into the gutter."
Dumbledore was silent, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the convict standing awkwardly between the two beds. His countenance was deceptively neutral, but his eyes lit with a triumphant gleam. But Sirius couldn't bring himself to look at his friend at all.
"I suppose that's how I managed to stay sane in Azkaban," Sirius added, mostly to himself. "I knew I wasn't guilty, and that wasn't a happy thought. The dementors couldn't take it away from me."
"But his finger?" Minerva asked weakly.
"He cut it off himself, didn't he?" Remus spoke up suddenly.
Sirius glanced at Remus, visibly surprised. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out. Jerkily, he nodded.
"But Harry's picture," Remus asked quietly. "Why did you rip it?"
Sirius scowled at the memory. "That poor excuse of a muggle was in it."
The room was subdued in a thick hush after that as everyone slowly absorbed the news. Minerva was stiff, her normally stern façade a mask of confusion and disbelief. Dumbledore' eyes darkened in defeat, but there was a strange reprieve in his demeanor. He examined Sirius intently for a moment with a restrained hopefulness. But he was well acquainted with his former pupil's character, and he understood even without proof or witnesses.
Sirius must have noticed and misinterpreted the dark shadows in his eyes, because he spoke hastily again. "I'll take the truth serum."
Dumbledore slowly shook his head. "No, that's unnecessary, Sirius. I believe that you are telling the truth." He straightened as if having been relieved of a horrible burden. "Minerva, could you please call back the search team and tell them that Harry has been found unharmed; give them no further details. Remus, please take Harry to the infirmary by portkey. Sirius, use James' invisibility cloak. You can take refuge at Hogwarts in the guestroom behind my office," The gleam was back in his blue eyes, and it was as if the two weeks of tense worry had never occurred.
Remus lingered in his position at the edge of the bed, looking as if he wanted to speak, but afraid at the same time. Feeling Sirius' eyes on him, he met his gaze slowly. A small smile, barely discernable, stretched over Remus' face, but it lit his countenance that gave him the appearance of that distant teenager. He inclined his head with an apologetic gesture, and shifting Harry's weight more comfortably in his arms, disappeared with a soft pop.
An answering smile, however small, appeared on Sirius' face. He sighed inwardly in relief, slouching against the edge of the table wearily. He turned when Dumbledore stopped beside him, silently questioning.
For a brief moment, the headmaster's mood seemed overshadowed by sadness as he took in the hardships carved in his former student's face. It was gone in a moment, and Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Sirius, you have a very remarkable godson."
*
Well, things are finally settled. There was this version with a very, very traumatized Harry but I took it out. It sort of delayed everything, and in a way, became too repetitive. That also took away the comparison between Harry and Dumbledore, which plays an important role in the sequel (yes! There will be one, and with no cost to CD (I hope) or PoM. I'm not dropping any clues on what it will be about *grins* Thanks, Ari, for the inspiration!). Harry was able to instinctively trust Dumbledore, just as he was about to Sirius and for Remus (slightly, the werewolf part got between it though). I always thought that Dumbledore was very intuitive, like Harry in WS, because he never trusted Tom Riddle. Harry is quite similar to Dumbledore, his age and innocence only magnifies. But… humm… maybe I'll end up posting a draft with all these alternative versions of various chapters. It'll be hundreds of pages long *sigh*
There was a second scene, but it really didn't belong. It's a short chapter, but the previous 3 chapters were unusually long, so… Somehow, as I was reediting WS, it became… 33 chapters! It was 32... Then 30... And now, 33... *sigh* what's going on?
Parts of this was strange, since it was told through a more general POV. But… urg…. What do you think? They jumped to the realization a little too quickly, but Sirius had no idea that Harry told them all about his dream. But... humm...
Wow, kaydee, you're reviews are getting longer and longer! Not that I'm complaining, they're really interesting to read. humm... the Hp movie, crud this is going to be a page long rant. But I'll keep it short. humm... Harry seemed a bit tall in the movie, doesn't he? He was one of the better actors though, but he didn't have that many lines. And he had blue eyes!! BLUE!! ACCK! I'm never going to get over that... but you're right, the first time you saw the hp movie, its good, the second, it's so so, then it goes down from there. The girl who played Hermione looked good for the part though, she was a bit enthusastic at times, but she looks like a Hermione. Ron had really big bags under his eyes... but other than that, he's okay. Snape? Voice for Scar? humm... he does sound like him, doesn't he? He looked a bit chubby for Snape though, although... humm... the hair stylists got a little too giddly when they used the black dye. And James... oh god... I'm going to cry. If Sirius and/or Remus looks as bad as he, then I think we should all gang up on the casting people and lynch them. That guy was bald!!! *wails* humm... does the Singular Wireless guy remind you of James in some twisted, far fetched way? His voice is way too monotonous though, and he's a bit old for the part, but make up can do a lot. Still... James... bald... 40 ish... *sigh* Oops, I went off on a tangent... I agree, Dumbledore seemed a bit calm, and he didn't play as large a role, but he looked like a Dumbledore. He needs to work on smiling a bit more though...
Ack, Merc's sick? I hope you get better soon!
humm... now that you mention it Ari, Harry does act a bit like that kid from the Sixth Sense. *sigh* you know, I never really planned a chapter with Dursley torture. *sigh* Its sad, really... but they're really hateful aren't they?
Don't worry Nuts! You're not alone in the 'can't spell for life' category. *sigh* oh well, who needs to spell with the spell checker around?
Ack... just finished the SATs and dieeeeeeeeeeed!! *wails* I'm going to have to go to a community college *sob* anyway, moving on... Thank you Wishful Thinker! My birthday was about... humm... I can't do math, and I just took the math II C too! Uhh... about... 16 days ago. I think... I should probably change my info now
Thank you for all those great reviews!! I'm glad you found it believable and unrepetitive. Humm… seems like everyone hates Minerva now. But at least it wasn't Snape. Harry would snap rib if it was…
a/n Story dedicated to Moppet Poppet, Cheating Death's 500th reviewer!
Of Western Stars
By neutral
Chapter twenty-four - of convergent understandings
Dumbledore digested their brief summary of occurrences with a grim expression, side stepping the stray chair, now lying on its side. He paused when he caught sight of Sirius, lying with his arm twisted awkwardly under him, and Harry, clinging to his godfather's neck as if the world around him was falling apart. A heavily weariness passed over his face for a moment, before he knelt alongside Remus and touched the child lightly on the shoulder.
To Remus' surprise, Harry slowly turned, a flicker of life returning to the childish face.
Dumbledore paused, an expression akin to surprise passing over his features for the briefest of moments as he watched the six year old boy. He seemed to have saw something in Harry that no one else saw, but Remus wasn't sure. Slowly, Dumbledore bent down to meet at eyelevel with him, and Harry stared back unblinkingly, still distant. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, a old man and a young child watching each other with eyes mirroring in intensity as if entrapped in a discourse only the two could hear.
"Why?" Harry asked suddenly, his haunted eyes out of place in his young face. The bright green had dulled into almost a gray, and his voice sounded dazed as he spoke, as if he wasn't completely with reality.
"What do you mean, Harry?" Dumbledore said quietly.
"He didn't kill those people," Harry murmured, lying his head tentatively against his godfather's shoulder again. Sirius was still motionless, and Harry shivered visibly. He looked weary somehow, as if a heavy weight was weighing him down and slowly drowning him. "He's innocent. Why… why did you hurt him?"
Minerva frowned in a mixture of bitter anger and pity. "Child, did Black tell you that?"
"No," Harry tensed when she drew nearer, edging himself in front of Sirius defensively.
"Harry, Sirius isn't hurt," Dumbledore said soothingly. His words brought a flicker back into Harry's emerald eyes, but his expression were still of a lost and haunted boy.
"But he's… he's not responding," Harry choked out, a tremor making his way into his words. The first signs of true distress was showing through on his face, and his shoulders shook as if holding back an outbreak. "He never… he…"
"He's only resting," Dumbledore said firmly in a tone that exude comfort and drew trust. Harry chewed his lip nervously, hand tightening around his godfather's sleeve. "Tell me, child, how did you know Sirius was innocent if he never told you?"
Harry stared him, gaze unwavering from the wizened wizard's face. "It was… in a dream."
Minerva made a sharp intake of breath. Remus paled, recalling the previous insight Harry had when he wandered the room under an invisibility cloak. He turned to Dumbledore questioningly, but the headmaster's expression was still deceptively calm.
"What happened in the dream?" Dumbledore carefully asked.
"There was a man on a street. He was scared," Harry said slowly, detached and distant as if recalling an abstract memory. "Padfoot hated him, he wanted to kill him. I think the man's name was… Wormtail… or Peter. I can't remember."
"Sirius was angry and Peter was afraid?" Minerva said with some amount of disbelief. "Are you sure it wasn't the other way around?"
"Padfoot was angry. He… he said something about betraying them to…" Harry furrowed his brow in thought. "to… Voldermort."
"He… said that?" Remus choked out, grasping the edge of the bed to steady his balance.
"Wormtail was afraid… he didn't want to die. He had a knife, screamed into the street, and everything… every thing turned white," Harry visibly shuddered, hand convulsively grasping onto the folds of Sirius' shirt.
There was silence.
Slowly, Dumbledore drew his wand from his cloak. Harry's head snapped up in an instant, and he dragged his wasted body over his godfather as if trying to shield him.
"No!" Harry buried his face in Sirius' shoulder, hugging his neck tightly. "Don't hurt him anymore. He didn't kill anyone, please…"
Dumbledore lowered his gaze, expression clouding with a heavy sadness and sympathy. "I'm just going to wake him, Harry," he said gently.
Harry tensed, but it was impossible to distrust Dumbledore. Slowly, hesitantly, he relinquished his death grip on his godfather, drawing a sharp breath when he attempted to sit. Desperation had dulled the pain before, but as the fear filtered away, all the shearing heat in his back returned in a cascade. His arm trembled violently under pressure. Harry swayed dangerously to one side before his strength gave out altogether, and he collapsed weakly against Sirius again.
Remus was on his knees beside the child in an instant, gingerly lifting him. Harry was too drained to struggle, but he made a small sound of protest. Even through his half conscious haze, he never relinquished his clasp on Sirius' shirt. Remus eased him into a sitting position; Harry sagged like a boneless heap against his shoulder.
Dumbledore watched the two knowingly, a small but sad smile crossing his face. He turned his attention back to the stunned figure, and at a softly whispered counter curse, Sirius stirred.
It took a moment for him to reorient himself; no one spoke. As Sirius fought the stiffness in his limbs and the graininess in his eyes, the blurred form of the headmaster came sharply into focus. He blinked, surprised and relieved at the same time.
"Dumbledore," Sirius croaked, his throat dry and raw from the aftereffects of the stunning curse. Another thought drifted into his mind, and he sat up with a jerk. "Harry?"
"With Remus. He's resting," Dumbledore's expression lightened somewhat at Sirius' reaction.
Sirius scrambled to his feet, the headmaster momentarily forgotten as he half stumbled over the fallen chair tangled bed sheets. He fell on his knees beside Remus, eyes unwavering from the still form lying limply against him. The room was silent. Lightly, Sirius brushed his fingers over the child's forehead, and Harry blinked up at him groggily.
"Harry?" Sirius whispered, concerned at the clamminess of his skin. He reached forward as if to retrieve the child, but thought better of it last minute.
"He's exhausted," Remus explained softly at Sirius' worried expression. "The injuries are really wearing him down. Harry needs to go to the infirmary."
Harry made a soft sound in the back of his throat, a flicker of recognition passing through his eyes. He turned towards him feebly, reaching for Sirius' hand with his undamaged arm. In a moment, Sirius had him enveloped in a loose embrace, tucking the child's head under his chin and whispering quiet words of comfort.
Still, no one said a word of protest.
A light tap on his shoulder brought Sirius back into reality.
Dumbledore stood behind him, expression blank to the point of stoicness. "Sirius, I believe you all owe us an explanation."
Sirius stilled, but instead of fear, a mixture of hope and apprehension flooded his pale eyes. He chewed his lip, downcast and if purposely avoiding their gazes as he gently eased Harry back in Remus' arms. The six year old was unresponsive, exhausted past the point of consciousness. When Sirius lifted his head again, there was a stubborn explanation in his demeanor. "I didn't betray James and Lily. I didn't kill those muggles. And I would never hurt Harry in any way," Sirius said firmly. He glanced at Remus searchingly, as if mutely pleading for him to understand. "I didn't kill Pettigrew, although I wish I had."
"Sirius, tell us the details of the events leading up to Halloween of 1981," Dumbledore urged, eyes never drifting from Sirius' face.
Sirius drew a deep, calming breath, silent willing himself to suppress the buried anger. He turned his attention to the sleeping child, resting against Remus' shoulder, oblivious to the events around him. "The day before Halloween, I asked James… to switch to Pettigrew, just the night before. I thought it was the perfect ruse. Voldermort would naturally assume that I was the secret keeper, and if I was ever captured and placed under the imperious, I would give their position away immediately. He never suspect someone as weak, unsuspecting as Wormtail, but…"
Remus clenched and unclenched his fingers around his wand, forcibly keeping them steady.
"He was the spy. When I realized, I tried to track him down," Sirius' voice was almost a low growl; he frowned darkly, "I located him in the muggle street the next day, and cornered him. I said some things to him. Then he caught me off guard, and screamed out to the entire street that I was the traitor. He blew up the street with the wand behind his back, transformed into a rat, and ran into the gutter."
Dumbledore was silent, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the convict standing awkwardly between the two beds. His countenance was deceptively neutral, but his eyes lit with a triumphant gleam. But Sirius couldn't bring himself to look at his friend at all.
"I suppose that's how I managed to stay sane in Azkaban," Sirius added, mostly to himself. "I knew I wasn't guilty, and that wasn't a happy thought. The dementors couldn't take it away from me."
"But his finger?" Minerva asked weakly.
"He cut it off himself, didn't he?" Remus spoke up suddenly.
Sirius glanced at Remus, visibly surprised. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out. Jerkily, he nodded.
"But Harry's picture," Remus asked quietly. "Why did you rip it?"
Sirius scowled at the memory. "That poor excuse of a muggle was in it."
The room was subdued in a thick hush after that as everyone slowly absorbed the news. Minerva was stiff, her normally stern façade a mask of confusion and disbelief. Dumbledore' eyes darkened in defeat, but there was a strange reprieve in his demeanor. He examined Sirius intently for a moment with a restrained hopefulness. But he was well acquainted with his former pupil's character, and he understood even without proof or witnesses.
Sirius must have noticed and misinterpreted the dark shadows in his eyes, because he spoke hastily again. "I'll take the truth serum."
Dumbledore slowly shook his head. "No, that's unnecessary, Sirius. I believe that you are telling the truth." He straightened as if having been relieved of a horrible burden. "Minerva, could you please call back the search team and tell them that Harry has been found unharmed; give them no further details. Remus, please take Harry to the infirmary by portkey. Sirius, use James' invisibility cloak. You can take refuge at Hogwarts in the guestroom behind my office," The gleam was back in his blue eyes, and it was as if the two weeks of tense worry had never occurred.
Remus lingered in his position at the edge of the bed, looking as if he wanted to speak, but afraid at the same time. Feeling Sirius' eyes on him, he met his gaze slowly. A small smile, barely discernable, stretched over Remus' face, but it lit his countenance that gave him the appearance of that distant teenager. He inclined his head with an apologetic gesture, and shifting Harry's weight more comfortably in his arms, disappeared with a soft pop.
An answering smile, however small, appeared on Sirius' face. He sighed inwardly in relief, slouching against the edge of the table wearily. He turned when Dumbledore stopped beside him, silently questioning.
For a brief moment, the headmaster's mood seemed overshadowed by sadness as he took in the hardships carved in his former student's face. It was gone in a moment, and Dumbledore smiled warmly. "Sirius, you have a very remarkable godson."
*
Well, things are finally settled. There was this version with a very, very traumatized Harry but I took it out. It sort of delayed everything, and in a way, became too repetitive. That also took away the comparison between Harry and Dumbledore, which plays an important role in the sequel (yes! There will be one, and with no cost to CD (I hope) or PoM. I'm not dropping any clues on what it will be about *grins* Thanks, Ari, for the inspiration!). Harry was able to instinctively trust Dumbledore, just as he was about to Sirius and for Remus (slightly, the werewolf part got between it though). I always thought that Dumbledore was very intuitive, like Harry in WS, because he never trusted Tom Riddle. Harry is quite similar to Dumbledore, his age and innocence only magnifies. But… humm… maybe I'll end up posting a draft with all these alternative versions of various chapters. It'll be hundreds of pages long *sigh*
There was a second scene, but it really didn't belong. It's a short chapter, but the previous 3 chapters were unusually long, so… Somehow, as I was reediting WS, it became… 33 chapters! It was 32... Then 30... And now, 33... *sigh* what's going on?
Parts of this was strange, since it was told through a more general POV. But… urg…. What do you think? They jumped to the realization a little too quickly, but Sirius had no idea that Harry told them all about his dream. But... humm...
Wow, kaydee, you're reviews are getting longer and longer! Not that I'm complaining, they're really interesting to read. humm... the Hp movie, crud this is going to be a page long rant. But I'll keep it short. humm... Harry seemed a bit tall in the movie, doesn't he? He was one of the better actors though, but he didn't have that many lines. And he had blue eyes!! BLUE!! ACCK! I'm never going to get over that... but you're right, the first time you saw the hp movie, its good, the second, it's so so, then it goes down from there. The girl who played Hermione looked good for the part though, she was a bit enthusastic at times, but she looks like a Hermione. Ron had really big bags under his eyes... but other than that, he's okay. Snape? Voice for Scar? humm... he does sound like him, doesn't he? He looked a bit chubby for Snape though, although... humm... the hair stylists got a little too giddly when they used the black dye. And James... oh god... I'm going to cry. If Sirius and/or Remus looks as bad as he, then I think we should all gang up on the casting people and lynch them. That guy was bald!!! *wails* humm... does the Singular Wireless guy remind you of James in some twisted, far fetched way? His voice is way too monotonous though, and he's a bit old for the part, but make up can do a lot. Still... James... bald... 40 ish... *sigh* Oops, I went off on a tangent... I agree, Dumbledore seemed a bit calm, and he didn't play as large a role, but he looked like a Dumbledore. He needs to work on smiling a bit more though...
Ack, Merc's sick? I hope you get better soon!
humm... now that you mention it Ari, Harry does act a bit like that kid from the Sixth Sense. *sigh* you know, I never really planned a chapter with Dursley torture. *sigh* Its sad, really... but they're really hateful aren't they?
Don't worry Nuts! You're not alone in the 'can't spell for life' category. *sigh* oh well, who needs to spell with the spell checker around?
Ack... just finished the SATs and dieeeeeeeeeeed!! *wails* I'm going to have to go to a community college *sob* anyway, moving on... Thank you Wishful Thinker! My birthday was about... humm... I can't do math, and I just took the math II C too! Uhh... about... 16 days ago. I think... I should probably change my info now
Thank you for all those great reviews!! I'm glad you found it believable and unrepetitive. Humm… seems like everyone hates Minerva now. But at least it wasn't Snape. Harry would snap rib if it was…