Disclaimer: all characters belong to J K Rowling and Warner brothers.
a/n Story dedicated to Moppet Poppet, Cheating Death's 500th reviewer!
I'm sorry about the really long author's note! But I'm going to be gone next week, so I sort of wanted to reply... ack... sorry!
Of Western Stars
By neutral
Chapter twenty-seven - of uncompromising circumstances
It was with reluctance that Harry awoke; the cocoon around him had regained it's reassuring sense of comfort, and he didn't want to leave it. He was a bit disoriented as he opened his eyes an hour later to find the ceiling had changed yet again. It was a thick red velvet instead of a solid wall, and it took him a while to realize he was staring at the top of a four poster bed, with thick blankets wrapped warmly around him.
Padfoot…
Harry struggled to sit, but his back screamed in protest. He fell back in the bed with a muffled gasp; the previous strain of walking had left his body flaccidly weak and sore. scanned around for his godfather, He turned his head with obvious effort, breathing a soft sigh of relief when he caught sight of a blurry head lying close to his pillow. Sirius had fallen asleep in a chair again, back twisted awkwardly over the edge of the bed. He seemed so tired, Harry couldn't help but wonder if he slept at all the previous night.
He tugged at the covers, but it felt like he was lifting rocks. His wrist stung with numbed dullness, red and swelling from the previous exertions. Clumsily, he draped a corner of the blanket over his godfather's shoulder. Sirius was oblivious, eyes closed and half hidden by his hand, head resting on his arm in the position he slept in so often since he took Harry out of his relative's care.
Harry sat very still on the bed, unwilling to disturb Sirius when he seemed so weary. There were so many questions that surfaced in his mind since their last conversation, and so many things he didn't understand. Remus and that man knew that he was innocent now, so didn't that mean he could live with Sirius? He desperately wished that was true. He would live in the small, shoddy hotel room and not complain, just as long as he could stay with his godfather. But what if they would returned him to the Dursleys? Uncle Vernon was probably furious at all that occurred; Harry shuddered at the thought.
Something brushed against his leg, making Harry jolt in surprise. It took a while for him to register the tickling prickle against his skin.
Slowly, Harry reached into his pocket and drew out a large ball of fur. It was warm and twitched in his hand, its long whiskers tickling his skin. Harry held the rat gently in his hand, peering at it curiously. Even through the movement, the animal was still asleep.
He didn't know what possessed him to hide the animal into his pocket. It was the same instinct that told him to fear and run from it, yet he carried it with him. The rat seemed so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. Timidly, Harry reached out and stroked the animal on the head. Its whiskers twitched irritably, and it shifted as if stirring awake.
"Hello," Harry whispered, using the same word he greeted Padfoot two weeks ago.
The animal squeaked, sluggishly moving its fat body as it cracked open the small, slit-like eyes. It froze when it noticed the strange room, then jumped almost an inch in the air when it saw him. The rat stared at him with a human-like fear; Harry was sure if the rat could speak, it would be stuttering and whimpering. At first, neither of them moved.
Harry lightly smoothed its fur.
The rat only trembled.
"You're awake already?" Sirius murmured, slurred from sleep. Harry's voice had alerted him, and he had long since been attuned to noise of any sort. He lifted his head, giving the child a small grin as he groggily rubbed his eyes.
Harry gave him a bright smile as greeting.
At the sound of Sirius' voice, the rat gave a blood curling screech and sprung from Harry's grasp. He caught the round lump before it struck the floor, but the animal hissed and bit at his hand. Muffling a sharp gasp of pain, Harry dropped it on reflex. The rat scurried under the bed.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Sirius sharply asked, snapping into attention instantly.
"There was a rat," Harry muttered distractedly, rubbing his palm gingerly. He crawled off the bed, pulling the sheets aside as he searched for any sign of the animal.
"What?!"
Harry stilled; Sirius sounded unusually harsh all of a sudden. But before he even had a chance to answer, a fat hand locked around the child's wrist. Harry shuddered, the grip too reminiscent of Uncle Vernon's whenever he was violent. A brutal tug dragged him off balance. Harry fell to his knees, slamming his head into the frame of the four poster bed. Distantly, he heard a shout.
Harry disappeared from sight behind the four poster bed, surprise etched in his features. There was a sharp gasp, and a crack as his head met the wooden frame. Sirius scrambled forward, dread filling his stomach.
"D… don't come an… any closer, Sirius!" a voice squeaked.
Sirius jerked to a stop. His blood froze cold in his veins when a balding head with waxy blood hair peeked from behind. Slowly, the man crawled to his feet, his squinty watery eyes blinking nervously.
"Wormtail…" Sirius growled, his hands clenched. He could barely keep the sea of rage at bay, staring into the face of his best friends' murderer. The thorn in his side ever since Azkaban five years previous. "You bastard!" Sirius gritted out. "You've been at Hogwarts the entire time, you little…"
Both Peter and Harry winced at the transparent rage in his voice.
The traitor. The murderer. I ought to…
"I'd… I'd stay there if… if I were you," Peter stuttered shakily, hauling the small form of his godson into view. Harry was stiff and wide eyed, staring at the chubby hand around his throat numbly. Sirius recognized the hollow emptiness in the child's gaze with a sinking heart. They were the same when he first saw him without Padfoot's disguise, it was the same after every nightmare. Harry was expecting to be hurt.
All the color drained from Sirius' face when the realization suddenly struck him. "No, Wormtail. Don't hurt him…"
Some of the fear evaporated from the man's countenance at those words, and he smiled with a sickening sort of satisfaction. "Oh, I don't know, Sirius. My hand could slip, and you know…" his hold on Harry's neck tightened abruptly, making the child's eyes widen in terror.
"No!!" Sirius stepped, ready to lunge forward. But Peter took another step back, dragging the child roughly with him.
"Stay right there!" he ordered, pointing with his free hand. "I'll kill him if you come any closer!"
"If you touch one hair on his head, I'll kill you!" Sirius hissed.
Peter lips twitched, a mockery of a sneer. "What can you do right now, Sirius? I have Harry, I can do I want!"
Peter's fingers moved from Harry's neck, leaving dark stains of his fingerprints on the child's skin. Harry drew a shuddering breath, the air rushing back into his lungs, his legs sagging weakly. Peter caught him by the back of his oversized shirt, yanking him sharply to keep him standing. But after the exertion a few hours ago, and the previous injuries still lingering, the child was obviously not going to take much more. Harry was deathly pale, almost as pale as the wasted boy a week ago. It was taking all of Sirius' self control not to rush to the traitor and tear out his throat.
"If you hurt him, I'll kill you," Sirius gritted out, seething.
Peter sniveled and shuddered, his eyes drying. "You can't do anything! You won't dare…"
He trembled with suppressed rage, his blood pounding erratically in his head from the fire coursing through his veins. He glared at Peter as if he was ripping him piece to piece with his eyes alone. "First, James and Lily, and now Harry? How low will you sink?! Harry's just a boy, he's been through so much already! You've already taken his parents away from him, and now this?!"
Peter seemed to falter slightly at those accusations, "I… I didn't mean…"
"You what, you didn't mean for them to die?" Sirius snapped.
"He… he was too strong!" Peter yelled, his voice scratchy and eyes darting around the room fearfully as if afraid that his lord would appear. "He would have killed me!"
"Then you should have died!" Sirius shouted, "You should have died as we would for you!"
"I… I'm not brave like you…" Peter continued, his beady black eyes watering pitifully. "I… he's too strong! What could I have done?"
"You knew exactly what you were doing then, you bastard! You know exactly what you're doing now. Give it up, Wormtail. Voldemort's dead," Sirius growled out, taking a cautious step forward.
Peter shivered fearfully at the Dark Lord's name, but he became more vindictive than ever.
"This boy's the reason why Master left! It should have never came to this!" Peter shrieked, pressing his back against the furthest corner of the room.
He grasped a handful of Harry's messy hair, twisting it painfully. The boy whimpered as he arched his back against the strain, squeezing his eyes in agony. He didn't protest much further than that; he didn't even cry out or struggle. That was not the reaction Peter had anticipated. He had hoped to grind out a few screams of pain from the child to aggravate Sirius, but at his unresisting silence, he faltered. Harry fell forward, only Peter's tight grasp of the back of his shirt kept him from falling.
"Stop! Don't hurt him!" Sirius choked out, noting the dull emerald eyes with mounting anxiety. "He's just a child, he's James' son for god sake. How can you do that to him after everything you've done?!"
"He's the reason why I have to be here, to do this!" Peter screeched, waving his hand about wildly. Harry visibly cringed, his hand on his mouth as if desperately muffling a cry of pain.
"That's a pathetic excuse, and you know that! Just let him go," Sirius insistently shouted, taking a faltering step forward again.
"Harry's life is in your hands, Sirius!" Peter voice dropped into a whisper, his watery eyes scrutinizing him fretfully. "I won't kill him if you'll promise me some things."
Sirius drew a deep breath, feeling his nails dig into his palm. "What things?"
"Let me leave. I'll just run off, disappear. I won't touch Harry again," Peter muttered beseechingly.
Sirius scowled bitterly. Peter's utter and complete selfishness was close to making him sick. He couldn't decide whether he hated Vernon or the rat more. Even to the end, all he cared was his own survival. How much he wanted to wring the worm's neck…
Harry or his freedom? Was there any question to that?
"Alright," Sirius agreed without a moment's hesitation. "Now let Harry go."
"No! There's one more thing," Peter's hand moved to Harry's neck threateningly. "You'll go back to Azkaban."
*
Horrible cliffy to end you with… especially since I'm going to be gone next week. *sigh* Umm… I should never have posted this.
Wormtail is a lot different in WS than in CD, and I suppose that could be because Harry hadn't stood up and saved him yet. He's a lot more bitter too, but I don't know how to explain that. But since its an AU, it suit's the purpose, doesn't it? I'm trying to cut down on adjectives. And using the thesaurus more often.
No wands, neither of them have wands. Sad, really. But now the cliffy is done, I should probably go look for a closet and bring some rations of food…
You know, I just realized, the first three chapters of the sequel is so abstract and hopelessly confusing. It doesn't start making sense until chapter four, and then everything falls together. But I think it has to do with all the dreams that occurs in the beginning. Crud, I picked up on my really old style as I was writing it, it has symbols! Waah... this really sucks. I don't usually have symbols when I write fanfiction, but... crud...
Lynx - thank you!! Remus and Sirius are still a lot younger than they were in PoA, so they would be somewhat less mature. They should be such good friends though, their personalities compliment each other
stormyfire - thanks!!
MercS - that's okay! Aww... I'm sorry things aren't working out over there. I hope Azkaban goes away! *munches on chocolate cake*
Keara Jordan - oh no, just when you were saying something about Pettigrew hurting Harry... *hides from keara's wrath*
KK - I will!
Essence of Magic - thank you so much! Yes, Fudge is very evil isn't he? He deserves to be fed to the Hungarian Horntail. That man would rip the poor little Harry apart...
wellduh... - love the name! umm... *imitates a rat's voice* squeak?
Nagini - yup, here it is!
Carey - well, Harry sort of assumed the rat was harmless, that's his normal view working against his instincts. Plus, he's a really caring kid.
Puddles - thank you!
Luna Rose - well, sort of...
The Person Who Didn't Do It - umm... they don't really find Peter. It was sort of the other way around in here...
kaydee - Wait! Konnichiwa is hello, it should be... oh crud, I don't remember! It is... ja ne? So much for my year of Japanese, none of it stayed. Neither did spanish, but if you're in california, you know spanish at least basic. Anyway, I going off topic. humm... if Rowling uses foreshadowing in names, then we're all in trouble. With Ollivander, Fawkes, and Fudge (chocolate... *sigh*) Minerva's some roman goddess, which one was it? Oh no, and pigs in the reference of Hogs. I wish she used cows instead, since that can actually trigger an interesting debate on the mad cow disease and cloning, but pigs are just... hey, did you know pigs have an IQ of 74? That's smarter than some humans. humm... you sympathize with Pettigrew? Well, I sort of understand. Sometimes, he doesn't seem all that bad, just some guy forced in a bad situation. *sigh* this chapter will severely change your views on the rattie-poo.
kayla spades - umm... I see what you mean. I sort of thought calling Sirius 'godfather' is a sign of formality that's actually distancing himself from Sirius. But as for Remus, humm, you're right, he should call him Mr. Lupin. Harry only directly refers to Remus once, and that's in chapter 20ish where he sees him under the invisibility cloak.
Dru - *grins* yup
summersun - oh no, Wormtail's grey? *bangs head on table*
Bumblebee Bucy - thank you!! Well, they sort of find Peter...
Super saya - Jin Gotan - umm.. that's a secret!
Lindsay - thank you!
Nicky - Oh... ack... I didn't notice those discrepencies... thanks Nicky!! humm... I should go back and change PoM then, considering I have the dates all wrong. As for WS, it's a bit too late. *sigh* Lets just pretend it makes sense, and Percy... got held back a year? Not very likely huh...
Ari - yeah, it was really weird! In the beginning, Harry seemed somewhat normal too. In the sequel... oh crud... *sigh* I'm glad you liked Sirius' development!
Harriet - thank you! I hope you enjoyed it~
Shades - umm... I don't usually read slash, but I'll check it out!
RavenLady - that's okay! I'm glad you liked them.
Jedi Rowena Gryffindor - I should be thanking you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Bored Beyond Belief - yeah, that was basically what happened. Plus, Harry's sleeping potion didn't quite work, not the potion's fault. His body reacted differently. I hope you'll enjoy the sequel as much as this! Although the plot is really different...
Lady Foeseeker - really? Wow... when I wrote this, I thought there would be at least some which have Sirius escaping early. I haven't run across any though, but I haven't been reading Hp fanfiction that long...
Nacasara - wow... I'm not a native english speaker so I was still in ESL when I was in second grade. But my Russian is practically nonexistant now...
Rainbow - yeah, I did notice some of those things Rowling had. I can't imagine Dumbledore actually supporting Voldemort though, but it seems like he's just playing Harry like a pawn in the battle against him. Dumbledore's just creepy...
Indiana Jones - but it's a stupid Political Science text book! If its those, that's not to bad 'cause they're enjoyable, but... *groans*
Lady Foxfire - umm... actually Harry had a vision of the rat, then opened the painting with magic.
Kay - oh no... *senses Kay's growing murderour arua* Peter is... evil
vmr - yup! Harry's really creepy isn't he?
Tarawen - Oh! A poem for chapter 25? Wow... I'm flattered! May I read it sometime? No, don't cry! *gets more tissues* I'm glad you liked their emotions though. Oh no... the rat is... *sigh*
a/n Story dedicated to Moppet Poppet, Cheating Death's 500th reviewer!
I'm sorry about the really long author's note! But I'm going to be gone next week, so I sort of wanted to reply... ack... sorry!
Of Western Stars
By neutral
Chapter twenty-seven - of uncompromising circumstances
It was with reluctance that Harry awoke; the cocoon around him had regained it's reassuring sense of comfort, and he didn't want to leave it. He was a bit disoriented as he opened his eyes an hour later to find the ceiling had changed yet again. It was a thick red velvet instead of a solid wall, and it took him a while to realize he was staring at the top of a four poster bed, with thick blankets wrapped warmly around him.
Padfoot…
Harry struggled to sit, but his back screamed in protest. He fell back in the bed with a muffled gasp; the previous strain of walking had left his body flaccidly weak and sore. scanned around for his godfather, He turned his head with obvious effort, breathing a soft sigh of relief when he caught sight of a blurry head lying close to his pillow. Sirius had fallen asleep in a chair again, back twisted awkwardly over the edge of the bed. He seemed so tired, Harry couldn't help but wonder if he slept at all the previous night.
He tugged at the covers, but it felt like he was lifting rocks. His wrist stung with numbed dullness, red and swelling from the previous exertions. Clumsily, he draped a corner of the blanket over his godfather's shoulder. Sirius was oblivious, eyes closed and half hidden by his hand, head resting on his arm in the position he slept in so often since he took Harry out of his relative's care.
Harry sat very still on the bed, unwilling to disturb Sirius when he seemed so weary. There were so many questions that surfaced in his mind since their last conversation, and so many things he didn't understand. Remus and that man knew that he was innocent now, so didn't that mean he could live with Sirius? He desperately wished that was true. He would live in the small, shoddy hotel room and not complain, just as long as he could stay with his godfather. But what if they would returned him to the Dursleys? Uncle Vernon was probably furious at all that occurred; Harry shuddered at the thought.
Something brushed against his leg, making Harry jolt in surprise. It took a while for him to register the tickling prickle against his skin.
Slowly, Harry reached into his pocket and drew out a large ball of fur. It was warm and twitched in his hand, its long whiskers tickling his skin. Harry held the rat gently in his hand, peering at it curiously. Even through the movement, the animal was still asleep.
He didn't know what possessed him to hide the animal into his pocket. It was the same instinct that told him to fear and run from it, yet he carried it with him. The rat seemed so familiar, yet so foreign at the same time. Timidly, Harry reached out and stroked the animal on the head. Its whiskers twitched irritably, and it shifted as if stirring awake.
"Hello," Harry whispered, using the same word he greeted Padfoot two weeks ago.
The animal squeaked, sluggishly moving its fat body as it cracked open the small, slit-like eyes. It froze when it noticed the strange room, then jumped almost an inch in the air when it saw him. The rat stared at him with a human-like fear; Harry was sure if the rat could speak, it would be stuttering and whimpering. At first, neither of them moved.
Harry lightly smoothed its fur.
The rat only trembled.
"You're awake already?" Sirius murmured, slurred from sleep. Harry's voice had alerted him, and he had long since been attuned to noise of any sort. He lifted his head, giving the child a small grin as he groggily rubbed his eyes.
Harry gave him a bright smile as greeting.
At the sound of Sirius' voice, the rat gave a blood curling screech and sprung from Harry's grasp. He caught the round lump before it struck the floor, but the animal hissed and bit at his hand. Muffling a sharp gasp of pain, Harry dropped it on reflex. The rat scurried under the bed.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Sirius sharply asked, snapping into attention instantly.
"There was a rat," Harry muttered distractedly, rubbing his palm gingerly. He crawled off the bed, pulling the sheets aside as he searched for any sign of the animal.
"What?!"
Harry stilled; Sirius sounded unusually harsh all of a sudden. But before he even had a chance to answer, a fat hand locked around the child's wrist. Harry shuddered, the grip too reminiscent of Uncle Vernon's whenever he was violent. A brutal tug dragged him off balance. Harry fell to his knees, slamming his head into the frame of the four poster bed. Distantly, he heard a shout.
Harry disappeared from sight behind the four poster bed, surprise etched in his features. There was a sharp gasp, and a crack as his head met the wooden frame. Sirius scrambled forward, dread filling his stomach.
"D… don't come an… any closer, Sirius!" a voice squeaked.
Sirius jerked to a stop. His blood froze cold in his veins when a balding head with waxy blood hair peeked from behind. Slowly, the man crawled to his feet, his squinty watery eyes blinking nervously.
"Wormtail…" Sirius growled, his hands clenched. He could barely keep the sea of rage at bay, staring into the face of his best friends' murderer. The thorn in his side ever since Azkaban five years previous. "You bastard!" Sirius gritted out. "You've been at Hogwarts the entire time, you little…"
Both Peter and Harry winced at the transparent rage in his voice.
The traitor. The murderer. I ought to…
"I'd… I'd stay there if… if I were you," Peter stuttered shakily, hauling the small form of his godson into view. Harry was stiff and wide eyed, staring at the chubby hand around his throat numbly. Sirius recognized the hollow emptiness in the child's gaze with a sinking heart. They were the same when he first saw him without Padfoot's disguise, it was the same after every nightmare. Harry was expecting to be hurt.
All the color drained from Sirius' face when the realization suddenly struck him. "No, Wormtail. Don't hurt him…"
Some of the fear evaporated from the man's countenance at those words, and he smiled with a sickening sort of satisfaction. "Oh, I don't know, Sirius. My hand could slip, and you know…" his hold on Harry's neck tightened abruptly, making the child's eyes widen in terror.
"No!!" Sirius stepped, ready to lunge forward. But Peter took another step back, dragging the child roughly with him.
"Stay right there!" he ordered, pointing with his free hand. "I'll kill him if you come any closer!"
"If you touch one hair on his head, I'll kill you!" Sirius hissed.
Peter lips twitched, a mockery of a sneer. "What can you do right now, Sirius? I have Harry, I can do I want!"
Peter's fingers moved from Harry's neck, leaving dark stains of his fingerprints on the child's skin. Harry drew a shuddering breath, the air rushing back into his lungs, his legs sagging weakly. Peter caught him by the back of his oversized shirt, yanking him sharply to keep him standing. But after the exertion a few hours ago, and the previous injuries still lingering, the child was obviously not going to take much more. Harry was deathly pale, almost as pale as the wasted boy a week ago. It was taking all of Sirius' self control not to rush to the traitor and tear out his throat.
"If you hurt him, I'll kill you," Sirius gritted out, seething.
Peter sniveled and shuddered, his eyes drying. "You can't do anything! You won't dare…"
He trembled with suppressed rage, his blood pounding erratically in his head from the fire coursing through his veins. He glared at Peter as if he was ripping him piece to piece with his eyes alone. "First, James and Lily, and now Harry? How low will you sink?! Harry's just a boy, he's been through so much already! You've already taken his parents away from him, and now this?!"
Peter seemed to falter slightly at those accusations, "I… I didn't mean…"
"You what, you didn't mean for them to die?" Sirius snapped.
"He… he was too strong!" Peter yelled, his voice scratchy and eyes darting around the room fearfully as if afraid that his lord would appear. "He would have killed me!"
"Then you should have died!" Sirius shouted, "You should have died as we would for you!"
"I… I'm not brave like you…" Peter continued, his beady black eyes watering pitifully. "I… he's too strong! What could I have done?"
"You knew exactly what you were doing then, you bastard! You know exactly what you're doing now. Give it up, Wormtail. Voldemort's dead," Sirius growled out, taking a cautious step forward.
Peter shivered fearfully at the Dark Lord's name, but he became more vindictive than ever.
"This boy's the reason why Master left! It should have never came to this!" Peter shrieked, pressing his back against the furthest corner of the room.
He grasped a handful of Harry's messy hair, twisting it painfully. The boy whimpered as he arched his back against the strain, squeezing his eyes in agony. He didn't protest much further than that; he didn't even cry out or struggle. That was not the reaction Peter had anticipated. He had hoped to grind out a few screams of pain from the child to aggravate Sirius, but at his unresisting silence, he faltered. Harry fell forward, only Peter's tight grasp of the back of his shirt kept him from falling.
"Stop! Don't hurt him!" Sirius choked out, noting the dull emerald eyes with mounting anxiety. "He's just a child, he's James' son for god sake. How can you do that to him after everything you've done?!"
"He's the reason why I have to be here, to do this!" Peter screeched, waving his hand about wildly. Harry visibly cringed, his hand on his mouth as if desperately muffling a cry of pain.
"That's a pathetic excuse, and you know that! Just let him go," Sirius insistently shouted, taking a faltering step forward again.
"Harry's life is in your hands, Sirius!" Peter voice dropped into a whisper, his watery eyes scrutinizing him fretfully. "I won't kill him if you'll promise me some things."
Sirius drew a deep breath, feeling his nails dig into his palm. "What things?"
"Let me leave. I'll just run off, disappear. I won't touch Harry again," Peter muttered beseechingly.
Sirius scowled bitterly. Peter's utter and complete selfishness was close to making him sick. He couldn't decide whether he hated Vernon or the rat more. Even to the end, all he cared was his own survival. How much he wanted to wring the worm's neck…
Harry or his freedom? Was there any question to that?
"Alright," Sirius agreed without a moment's hesitation. "Now let Harry go."
"No! There's one more thing," Peter's hand moved to Harry's neck threateningly. "You'll go back to Azkaban."
*
Horrible cliffy to end you with… especially since I'm going to be gone next week. *sigh* Umm… I should never have posted this.
Wormtail is a lot different in WS than in CD, and I suppose that could be because Harry hadn't stood up and saved him yet. He's a lot more bitter too, but I don't know how to explain that. But since its an AU, it suit's the purpose, doesn't it? I'm trying to cut down on adjectives. And using the thesaurus more often.
No wands, neither of them have wands. Sad, really. But now the cliffy is done, I should probably go look for a closet and bring some rations of food…
You know, I just realized, the first three chapters of the sequel is so abstract and hopelessly confusing. It doesn't start making sense until chapter four, and then everything falls together. But I think it has to do with all the dreams that occurs in the beginning. Crud, I picked up on my really old style as I was writing it, it has symbols! Waah... this really sucks. I don't usually have symbols when I write fanfiction, but... crud...
Lynx - thank you!! Remus and Sirius are still a lot younger than they were in PoA, so they would be somewhat less mature. They should be such good friends though, their personalities compliment each other
stormyfire - thanks!!
MercS - that's okay! Aww... I'm sorry things aren't working out over there. I hope Azkaban goes away! *munches on chocolate cake*
Keara Jordan - oh no, just when you were saying something about Pettigrew hurting Harry... *hides from keara's wrath*
KK - I will!
Essence of Magic - thank you so much! Yes, Fudge is very evil isn't he? He deserves to be fed to the Hungarian Horntail. That man would rip the poor little Harry apart...
wellduh... - love the name! umm... *imitates a rat's voice* squeak?
Nagini - yup, here it is!
Carey - well, Harry sort of assumed the rat was harmless, that's his normal view working against his instincts. Plus, he's a really caring kid.
Puddles - thank you!
Luna Rose - well, sort of...
The Person Who Didn't Do It - umm... they don't really find Peter. It was sort of the other way around in here...
kaydee - Wait! Konnichiwa is hello, it should be... oh crud, I don't remember! It is... ja ne? So much for my year of Japanese, none of it stayed. Neither did spanish, but if you're in california, you know spanish at least basic. Anyway, I going off topic. humm... if Rowling uses foreshadowing in names, then we're all in trouble. With Ollivander, Fawkes, and Fudge (chocolate... *sigh*) Minerva's some roman goddess, which one was it? Oh no, and pigs in the reference of Hogs. I wish she used cows instead, since that can actually trigger an interesting debate on the mad cow disease and cloning, but pigs are just... hey, did you know pigs have an IQ of 74? That's smarter than some humans. humm... you sympathize with Pettigrew? Well, I sort of understand. Sometimes, he doesn't seem all that bad, just some guy forced in a bad situation. *sigh* this chapter will severely change your views on the rattie-poo.
kayla spades - umm... I see what you mean. I sort of thought calling Sirius 'godfather' is a sign of formality that's actually distancing himself from Sirius. But as for Remus, humm, you're right, he should call him Mr. Lupin. Harry only directly refers to Remus once, and that's in chapter 20ish where he sees him under the invisibility cloak.
Dru - *grins* yup
summersun - oh no, Wormtail's grey? *bangs head on table*
Bumblebee Bucy - thank you!! Well, they sort of find Peter...
Super saya - Jin Gotan - umm.. that's a secret!
Lindsay - thank you!
Nicky - Oh... ack... I didn't notice those discrepencies... thanks Nicky!! humm... I should go back and change PoM then, considering I have the dates all wrong. As for WS, it's a bit too late. *sigh* Lets just pretend it makes sense, and Percy... got held back a year? Not very likely huh...
Ari - yeah, it was really weird! In the beginning, Harry seemed somewhat normal too. In the sequel... oh crud... *sigh* I'm glad you liked Sirius' development!
Harriet - thank you! I hope you enjoyed it~
Shades - umm... I don't usually read slash, but I'll check it out!
RavenLady - that's okay! I'm glad you liked them.
Jedi Rowena Gryffindor - I should be thanking you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Bored Beyond Belief - yeah, that was basically what happened. Plus, Harry's sleeping potion didn't quite work, not the potion's fault. His body reacted differently. I hope you'll enjoy the sequel as much as this! Although the plot is really different...
Lady Foeseeker - really? Wow... when I wrote this, I thought there would be at least some which have Sirius escaping early. I haven't run across any though, but I haven't been reading Hp fanfiction that long...
Nacasara - wow... I'm not a native english speaker so I was still in ESL when I was in second grade. But my Russian is practically nonexistant now...
Rainbow - yeah, I did notice some of those things Rowling had. I can't imagine Dumbledore actually supporting Voldemort though, but it seems like he's just playing Harry like a pawn in the battle against him. Dumbledore's just creepy...
Indiana Jones - but it's a stupid Political Science text book! If its those, that's not to bad 'cause they're enjoyable, but... *groans*
Lady Foxfire - umm... actually Harry had a vision of the rat, then opened the painting with magic.
Kay - oh no... *senses Kay's growing murderour arua* Peter is... evil
vmr - yup! Harry's really creepy isn't he?
Tarawen - Oh! A poem for chapter 25? Wow... I'm flattered! May I read it sometime? No, don't cry! *gets more tissues* I'm glad you liked their emotions though. Oh no... the rat is... *sigh*