Unraveled
Chapter Eighteen: Forgetting Love
She was in great pain as her body bared down. The midwife was wiping her forehead down. "Milady, please concentrate on the next push. It's almost over," said the midwife kindly as she pulled her rich brown hair away from her face.
"I don't want to," muttered the young mistress tiredly. For as long as she kept the baby in her, the baby would be safe. She had purposely prolonged the labor, despite the pain she was in. The labor had gone on for almost a day.
"Please, Milady. Any longer and you will tear. The Lord gave me orders to cut you open, if you don't deliver soon. His patience is wearing thin, Milady," pleaded the midwife. "You're only preventing the inevitable."
The young mistress' breathing became more ragged. She couldn't take it any longer and the baby was fighting to come out. She didn't want the baby to die, but it would be better. During her labor, the spell that hid the mark on her forehead stopped. The four dots of blue, green, red, and yellow were in the shape of a diamond. The green dot was the top one. "Think, Milady. You made the bargain. You must deliver now," said the midwife as she moved towards the end of the bed.
"For the Goddess," the young mistress whispered. "It's for the Goddess and the will of everyone." She let out a scream as the baby's head slide out and the midwife guided the rest of it out. She severed the umbilical cord and took the bawling baby to clean it up. "What is it?" she asked.
"It's a girl," answered the midwife grimly. This wasn't good news at all.
"Let me see her," she pleaded. The midwife deposited the baby into her arms. She smiled as she stroked her cheek. "She looks like him," she whispered sadly. True, the baby already had a tuff of black hair.
The doors swung open. The midwife backed away from the young mistress and the quiet infant. "What is it?" he demanded as he came up closer to inspect the infant who had opened her eyes to peer into his face.
"It's a girl," whispered the young mistress, clutching the infant closer to her breast. She was afraid of what he would do to her and the baby. To her surprise, he leaned in and stroked the baby's chubby cheek, and she grabbed a hold of his finger. "Does she have it?" he asked her as his gaze went towards the markings on the middle of her forehead.
"Of course, but she's not a boy."
"It will do."
"Fine, we shall return together. I am sorry."
"Did I say you could take her?" he asked her. Her eyes widened in fear.
"No, you can't take her," she pleaded as her eyes filled with tears. He ripped the baby from her arms, causing her cry. "Please don't do this," she whispered.
"Remember your bargain, Earth Witch," he told her as he held the child in such a way that made the child cry even louder. She allowed him to leave the room with their daughter. Her cries matched her child's.
*
Ron and Hermione were waiting anxiously for Harry's eyes to open. Ginny Weasley came down the infirmary to be with her brothers. She was worried about Harry, and lately she was even more so. Most of the girls were gossiping about Harry having a serious crush on someone. At first, Ginny tried to ignore it, she knew about Cho Chang, but soon she noticed that Harry wasn't really looking at Cho that way anymore.
Everyone who rushed to Harry's side after he fainted heard him talking about a girl, but no one knew who. Professor Lupin had left suddenly after Harry was brought into the infirmary, and Ginny didn't know why because she still didn't know about Sirius Black. Professor Dumbledore had told Mr. and Mrs. Weasley not to talk about Sirius in front of anyone outside of the Order.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and looked around him. "Where am I?" he asked in a hoarse voice. Hermione poured some water and handed it to him. He couldn't see anything, so he felt around for his glasses. Ron placed them into his hand and he put them on. Harry drank from the cup of water and said, "What am I doing here?"
"You nearly feel off your broomstick, Harry," said Professor Dumbledore in a gentle voice. Harry felt his ears going pink as he had finally taken a look around the room. There were a lot of people there. He groaned and fell back into his pillows. "Now that everyone knows, he's fine, please leave. I would like to have a word with Harry alone," ordered Professor Dumbledore.
Ron and Hermione were the last to leave the room, but everyone looked at Harry strangely. He felt his ears were burning red now. He wanted to flatten his hair over them. He didn't make eye contact with Professor Dumbledore.
"Ah. It's not even spring time, Harry," said Professor Dumbledore as soon they were all gone.
"What, Professor Dumbledore?" asked Harry, still avoiding his gaze.
"Spring time was when your father fell in love with your mother, and she did the same," said Professor Dumbledore.
Harry looked up at him. "What does that have to do with what happened to me?" he asked.
"I think you know. Tell me about what you really saw, Harry," replied Professor Dumbledore.
Harry leaned back. He looked upwards to the ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts together. "I don't know where to start," he confessed without looking at Professor Dumbledore.
"Start with what you saw at the game," he said.
"That's not a good place to start. I should start a few weeks ago. It started after Snuffles went to America. It's really stupid. It really is. I started having these strange dreams. Not bad ones. Hardly any bad ones in a long time, except for today. In my dreams," Harry paused for a moment to swallow, "there's this girl. Not just any girl. I feel like I know her. We talk all the time. I always forget everything we talk about when I wake up. She looks like she's my age. Maybe younger. Her hair is black, just at her chin. She's pale. She always has the same black crystal. She's either wearing it or swinging it. Her laugh…it sounds like nothing I've ever heard before. I can't describe it. I don't even know her name. Or how her face looks. All I know is…she's the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
Harry's voice never went above a whisper throughout his description of the girl, but Professor Dumbledore could hear him clearly. He had never heard of Harry being so calm and at peace. "But…she's not real. She can't be real. She's only a girl in my dreams. I don't know that for sure," he continued.
"Did you see her today?" asked Professor Dumbledore.
Harry nodded. "I've seen her in danger before. Voldemort. He's after her, but she can't be real. No one like that can be real." He swallowed again.
"She is real to you, Harry. That is all that really matters. I'll let you sleep now. 'To sleep, perchance to dream,'" whispered Professor Dumbledore as he swept out of the room quietly.
Harry willed himself to stay awake, but failed. His sleep this time was unhindered by dreams.
*
"Did you get through, Remus?" asked Arabella Figg as she walked into his office.
"No, I don't understand. I know that it's now early morning in America, but there's no one answering," answered Remus calmly.
"How is Harry doing?" she asked.
"I don't know. I went to call Snuffles first. Professor Dumbledore is coming to tell me his condition. Where were you, Arabella?" he asked.
"I was in the Dungeons. I didn't feel like going to a Quidditch game today. I'm still thinking of Thalia. I know that I was away in Central American when Snuffles met and married her. I got the wedding invitation, but I couldn't get away. Remus, what was she like?"
"Thalia? She's hard to describe. I don't think anyone in our circle knew her at all. Sirius in a physical level, but he never got past that. I think she was going to tell him everything, but never got a chance. The only person I know who knows her better than anyone else here is Severus. They were close friends," replied Remus.
"Severus Snape knew her?" asked Arabella surprised.
"Yes. He and Thalia were arranged to marry by their fathers, but neither wanted to get married to the other. I believe he was the one who smuggled her out of the house," he answered.
"I need to sit down," she announced as she took a seat in the chair in front of Remus' desk. "I never thought I'd ever hear of Severus Snape being so valiant. He really must have cared for her."
"Neither did I, but I supposed we were all wrong about him. Just like Snuffles was wrong about Thalia."
"What about their daughter?" asked Arabella.
"She still needs to warm up to him. She does love dogs, so he's got a bit of a chance. She's being a little difficult, but you can't blame her. It's a lot to take in," said Remus thoughtfully.
Arabella was going to say something, but there was a knock at the door. "Enter," said Remus.
Professor Dumbledore walked in and smiled at the two teachers. "You must be wondering how Harry is doing," he said as he closed the door behind him.
"Is he all right?" asked Arabella, showing more concern than anxiety. She was not a woman who was easily fazed by situations.
"Harry is fine. He's sleeping now. There's nothing to worry about," said Professor Dumbledore as his eyes twinkled.
"What did he tell you?" asked Remus.
"Something that is only between him and me," replied Professor Dumbledore.
"Remus hasn't had much luck contacting Snuffles, Headmaster," said Arabella.
"If anything has happened, someone should go and investigate," said Remus.
The Headmaster looked back and forth between them. He knew that they wanted to make sure that Sirius and Fiona were fine, but he already knew that Ryu Ran would make sure of that. Also, Draco Malfoy would have already contacted him, if anything had happened. "Ryu Ran will investigate and give word back to us," said Professor Dumbledore after a long pause.
"Can we trust him? He's not even a member of our group," said Arabella.
"I've known him all his life. He's more than worthy of that trust. His holy order is more than trustworthy. Now, I must go back to my office," he said as he left.
Remus and Arabella gazed at each other. "Do you get the feeling that he knows something about Ryu Ran that we don't?" she asked suspiciously.
"You haven't changed a bit, Bella. But, you're right. He's hiding something. He has his reasons," said Remus. "We all have our reasons to hide things."
*
Draco was fast asleep when he heard muffled voices. He tried stuffing the pillow around his head, but it was no use. He got out of bed and wretched the door open. Wearing a scowl on his face, he trooped over to the living room and found three unexpected guests. His scowl changed into a look of surprise. "What's going on? What's happened?" he asked.
Fiona Black turned and looked at him. "Bed head?" she asked.
"What happened?" he repeated.
"There was an attack at the house," explained Sirius grimly. "It was a Death Eater. They know that we're here because of what happened at the zoo. It wasn't that hard to find us after that. Things have to be moved up."
Nell looked tired and dropped her overnight bag on the floor. She flopped down into a chair and blew her hair away from her face. "I can't believe it. Thalia did it for years and got away with it. I do it for a couple of weeks and all Hell breaks loose," she muttered, feeling like an utter failure as a guardian. She was punishing herself for not being more careful.
"It's not your fault. Voldemort wants Fiona, and he isn't going to give up that easily. He would have found the house sooner or later," said Ryu Ran.
"Who came to the house?" asked Draco.
"I don't know, but it was an Asian man. Voldemort has Death Eaters from all over the world," answered Sirius.
Fiona was quiet. She looked tired. "I'm sleepy," she announced.
"This way. You can share the other guestroom with Nell. I'll take the sofa, while you have my room, Sirius," said Ryu Ran.
"No, I'll take the sofa. I'd rather be out here in case anything comes in here, I want to be the first one to see it," said Sirius grimly.
"No, you take the room with Fiona and I'll sleep out here," said Nell.
"I don't care what happens. You people can sort it out. I'm going back to bed," said Draco gruffly as he turned around and walked back into the hall.
"Wait, take her with you and show her to the other room," instructed Ryu. Draco nodded and gestured Fiona to follow him. She stood up and staggered after him. He guided her to the room and walked back to his without saying good night.
"There's no point in any of us arguing. It's too late to do that. Just go to sleep in the other guestroom with Fiona," said Ryu to Nell. "And you can sleep here, if you want, Sirius."
Then he went to his room after he conjured some blankets and a pillow. He flicked his wand and the sofa unfolded to reveal that it was a sofa bed. "Good night," said Ryu with a nod.
"I'm going to put the wards up," said Nell with a sleepy sigh.
Sirius shook his head. "I'll handle it. Not to fault you or anything, but you're wards weren't that effective. Go to bed," he ordered her.
Nell opened her mouth to argue with him, but she yawned instead. She went off to bed. Nell fell into one of the twin beds in the room. Fiona turned around with her eyes wide open.
Nell yawned, "I'm sorry. I thought you were already asleep, Fin."
"This is all my fault," whispered Fiona.
"It's not your fault. It's Voldemort's," said Nell sincerely.
"I'm sorry you have to move to England. This is my fault. You have to leave your job again," said Fiona softly.
"Fin, don't be sorry," whispered Nell.
"Are you sorry that you're my godmother? You had to actually agree to all this."
"Not for a moment. Your mother asked me over and over again before you were born, if I really wanted to be your godmother. Each time I said yes. You're as much mine as you're your parents. I feel like I raised you, so I'm not going to abandon you now," said Nell solemnly.
"I feel bad," said Fiona. "How many people are going to die for my sake before all of this is over?" she asked.
Nell wanted to give her an answer, but she found that neither of them were going to get much sleep that night.
*
The next morning, Harry wasn't feeling any better than he did the day before. He wanted to stay a bit longer at the infirmary, and Madame Pomfrey allowed him to do so. Harry wanted to tell someone else about what happened. Though he'd told Professor Dumbledore, it still wasn't enough.
He knew that almost everyone wanted to know why he was acting so strangely. Harry didn't realize how strangely he had been acting until he nearly fell off his broomstick. He was more concerned about the girl in his dreams. Because he hadn't dreamt of her, he assumed that something horrible happened.
Oddly enough, Professor Dumbledore didn't tell Harry he was foolish about dreaming of a girl he had never met. He recalled in his first year that the odd old man had warned him not to live in dreams after he had discovered the Mirror of Erised. He wanted to keep his promise, but his heart wasn't willing.
Ron came in without Hermione because he had skipped Divination. "Harry, are you awake?" he asked from behind the curtain because Harry had it drawn, so that no one could see him.
"Yeah," said Harry with a sigh as he slid the curtain.
"How are you feeling?" asked Ron.
"Tired," responded Harry. Ron looked away from him. He always did that just before saying something that was particularly awkward. "What is it, Ron?"
"You're not really sick. I know you're not. You've been hiding something from me and Hermione. We're your best friends, but lately, it's like we don't even know you. What's wrong?" asked Ron without looking at him.
"N—"
"Stop saying you're fine and nothing's wrong, Harry," snapped Ron. He turned and glared. "You keep on saying that. You've been lying to us. All of us. Now, there are people who think they know what's wrong with you. Ginny has this foolish idea that you've fallen for someone and she's positive that it's not Cho Chang. I told her she was wrong, but she says—"
Ron stopped suddenly because he'd noticed that Harry was turning slightly pink. "Wait…you have fallen for someone. Who is it?" he asked as a smile spread on his face.
"Um…it doesn't matter," muttered Harry as he turned his head to look out the window.
"What happened? Did she dump you? I didn't know you were seeing someone," said Ron; he was slightly hurt.
"You don't understand. It's stupid," muttered Harry.
"Oh, come on, Harry. Just tell me," said Ron, getting frustrated as he rolled his eyes.
"What about you and Hermione? You've been getting pretty close lately," said Harry, shifting the subject over.
"Well, everyone knows about me and Hermione. We're just ignoring everyone else," admitted Ron with a dismissive hand wave. "She knows I like her. I think. At least, I hope she likes me. Hey, we're talking about you and this mystery girl. I never saw you go out with anyone Harry. Come to think of it, neither of us have gone on any dates."
"What about the Yule Ball?" asked Harry.
"That doesn't count because our dates left us, remember?" said Ron.
"Hermione had a date. She did see Viktor Krum for a little bit during the last summer holiday," said Harry.
"So? She said nothing happened. I believe her," said Ron.
"And how did she convince you to believe her? You weren't like this before," asked Harry with interest as he looked at Ron who was turning red in the ears.
"Well…you see. The last letter that came from Krum was about two weeks ago. You went to bed early, but you've been doing that a lot lately. I caught Hermione writing her return letter to Viktor. We started fighting. Finally, she threw the letter at me and went off to bed, telling me that if it mattered so much to me, I'd better read it."
"You didn't read it, did you?"
"I did. It turns out that Viktor has to work of the Ministry of Magic in Belgium. He decided to quit playing Quidditch, so that he could join the effort against Voldemort. And Hermione told him good luck and that she liked someone else. Um…well…you see…" Ron's face was now bright red.
"She wrote that she liked you," concluded Harry.
Ron nodded. His face looked like it was on fire. "The next morning, you were still asleep because it was Sunday. I went to go talk to Hermione. I couldn't find her at the library, but I found her at the Astronomy Tower. She asked me where I put the letter and I gave it back to her. She told me I was stupid. Before she could further insult me, I kissed her. I figured that was the only way I could shut her up. Is it hot in here or is it me?" Ron had told the whole story in one very short breath.
"I see. And all this happened without me noticing," said Harry.
"Yes, well…you kind of pushed us even closer because you've been ignoring us and everyone else. Now that I told you something, you tell me something. Who's the girl, Harry?"
"You really want to know the truth?" asked Harry. Ron nodded.
"I don't know. I don't know her name. Or if she's even real," he answered.
"What do you mean?"
"I see her all the time, but I don't know her name."
"I think I can help you. Which house is she in?"
"She doesn't go to Hogwarts."
"Um…where did you see her?"
"I'd rather not say."
"Did you see her during the holiday?"
"Are you kidding? Like the Dursleys would ever let me go anywhere without their supervision. I stayed in the house because it was safe," said Harry.
"Then where did you see her? Did you see her last year when all those students came from France and Belgium last year?"
"No. Look, I don't want to say. You can't help me, Ron. You can't," whispered Harry.
"Ginny said you fell hard for someone. She was so close to crying when she told Hermione and me. Don't worry, we didn't let Fred and George hear it. You broke my sister's heart along with several other girls'. And you're doing this for someone you don't even know Harry. Someone who may not even exist. Look, I'm telling you as your friend that you've got to snap out of it. You can't let this control you. You could have been killed by that fall on the Quidditch team. I'm telling you this for your own good. Forget about this girl. There's no point in pursuing someone who doesn't even know you're alive," said Ron.
Harry heard every word he said. "Voldemort is after her," he said after a moment's silent. "Ron, I know he's after her. She's real, if Voldemort is going after her. I don't care what you or anyone else thinks. She's real because I believe she is."
"Fine. Then, I hope you're right," said Ron as he turned to leave. "Just try to get your head out of the clouds every once in a while." Ron thought that Harry was wrong, but he wasn't stupid. Now, he knew why Harry went to bed early and slept for more than twelve hours a day, if he could manage it. The girl Harry was seeing was in his dreams. Ron was sure of it.
*
The next morning, Ryu was in private conference with someone through out breakfast. The first one up after Ryu was Fiona, who hadn't slept anyway. She walked into the living room after taking a shower and dressing. She tiptoed when she saw her father fast asleep. He was sleeping soundly. His dreams were free of Azkaban for once.
Fiona opened the refrigerator and came up with an idea. She set to work making breakfast for everyone. The kitchen door was closed, but she was sure that Sirius could hear her, so she kept working as quietly as possible. She remembered making breakfast only once in a while. She could really cook, if she wanted to. The only times she made breakfast was for her mother during birthdays and Mother's days.
Sirius woke up to the smell of bacon frying. He got out of bed, leaving it a mess. He followed the scent to the kitchen and found his daughter. "Good morning," said Fiona.
"What are you doing?" asked Sirius. He never cooked anything when he was living on his own or even when he was married. He had either his house elf or Thalia to cook for him.
"Chopping wood," said Fiona sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
"I didn't know you knew how to cook," said Sirius.
"I don't dance either, but that doesn't mean I don't know how," said Fiona as she smiled her dimply smirk at him. She handed him a cup of coffee. "Can you set the table, Dad, after your cup of coffee?"
"Sure," said Sirius as he downed the coffee. It tasted very good. Fiona knew how much sugar and cream he took. Just like her mother, but he forgot that Fiona had seen him drink coffee more than once at Nell's house. "What are we having?"
"French toast," replied Fiona as she checked on it. "They're coming along better than last Mother's Day. I kind of singed them, but Mom still ate them. I don't know how she did it without gagging."
He smiled at the idea of Thalia choking down burnt food. He remembered how a lock of her hair used to fall when she was cooking. Fiona had her hair pinned with two clips making half ponytails on both sides. He realized how much her profile looked like Thalia's. "Where are the plates?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. It took me a while to find the spatula. That's why I'm asking you to do it. I think they might be over there," said Fiona as she pointed towards a cabinet. Sirius walked over and opened it. He found no dishes, but found the utensils. He took those out and opened another cabinet and found the dishes. He found the placemats in one of the drawers.
He set up the table, trying to remember where everything went. He had never really set a table in his whole life. He tried to remember what his mother told him about which utensil to use, when, and for what. Fiona came in with a plate of eggs and set them on the table. Draco came in with his hair slightly damp from the shower.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked.
"French toast, regular toast, bacon, and eggs. Since you're up, you can help bring in the food," said Fiona. Draco looked at her like her head was missing. "You're joking right?"
"Do as she says, Draco," ordered Sirius as he went off to get cleaned up for breakfast. Draco sighed and followed her into the kitchen. Never in his life did he have to do anything like this. He picked up two of the plates of food. Fiona picked up the plate of French toast and the dish with butter on it.
"Now go back and get the pitchers of orange juice and milk. I'll get the water, the syrup and powdered sugar," said Fiona. They came back out to find Nell and Ryu Ran walking in. Ryu looked like he'd already taken a shower, while Nell looked like she just barely got out of bed.
Fiona was about to put down the water jug, but Sirius appeared at her side. His hair wasn't long any more. He used his wand to cut it in the bathroom before he took his very short shower. He looked much better and younger. "Nice cut," comment Fiona. "But, stop appearing out of thin air. I almost dropped everything."
"It's apparating. You'll learn how to do it later on after you finish basic magic training. You have to be eighteen to apparate, Fiona," said Sirius. He wanted to kiss her good morning, but decided against it.
"Who cooked this?" asked Nell.
"I did," said Fiona.
Draco looked at her skeptically as he poked at the eggs. "Come on, Draco. Like I would poison the eggs just for you, and put it on a plate for everyone," said Fiona as she rolled her eyes.
"That's not what I'm worried about," said Draco as he poked at the French toast. Ryu took a bite. "Hmm…this is very good. You used nutmeg and cinnamon, didn't you?" he asked
"Yep," said Fiona with a grin.
Draco decided that she wasn't going to poison their teacher, so he took a bite and found that it was quite delicious. "This is good," he said.
"You make it sound like you were expecting it to be bad," she said.
Sirius ate them and remembered the first time he'd spent the night at Thalia's tiny flat in London. She woke up and cooked French toast exactly like this. The only thing Thalia could never master were desserts. After so many complaints from Sirius, she just started buying pastries and ice cream. He smiled at the memory of telling her that she was trying to kill him slowly.
"What did Professor Dumbledore tell you?" asked Sirius to Ryu.
After a long gulp of orange juice, he answered, "Professor Dumbledore told us to come to Hogsmeade and make arrangements there. We must travel now. It's important we move so that the non-magics won't get hurt either. It won't be long before a whole group of Death Eaters come here."
"You can bet that Voldemort isn't going to give up. I doubt the house is still standing this morning," said Draco grimly.
"You've been to a few Death Eater meetings, haven't you? What do you think they'll do next?" asked Fiona.
"I wish I knew. My father used to tell me his plans, but last year everything changed. Voldemort rose again last year. I thought I would be happy, but I'm not. My father would sell his soul, if he thought it would do him any more good. I bet he already has," said Draco.
Sirius could feel Draco's anger. He realized that Draco wasn't any different from Thalia. He was fighting to keep his sense of self and individuality. His freedom mattered to him more than anything. Unlike Thalia, Draco was cynically honest about everything. "Would he kill you?" Fiona asked quietly.
His gray eyes stared into her ruby eyes. "Yes," he whispered. "And that would be the easy way out." He looked down at his food again and busied himself with the eggs.
"How are we going to get to England?" asked Nell.
"A portkey has been arranged. However, we have to keep our presence in Hogsmeade quiet. Sirius and I will apparate ahead to make sure that everything is prepared. Then, you three will follow us. Fiona, there is no need to take any electronics. None. There's too much magical interference. While we're gone, you two better get some lessons done. You will be quizzed later this week. Nell, would you mind substituting for me?" asked Ryu.
"No problem," said Nell.
"Where are you going to stay in Hogsmeade? It's a pretty small town. It's not that hard to notice newcomers into the village," said Draco.
"Professor Dumbledore suggested the Shrieking Shack," replied Ryu.
"The what? You can't be serious!! Even the ghosts of Hogwarts steer clear of it," exclaimed Draco, slightly surprised.
"Not everything is what it seems," said Sirius with a twinkle in his eye. Or maybe it was Fiona's imgination.
"Everything will be done within twelve hours. Just do what you're supposed to do. And yes, Draco, I have every intention of testing you, even if you're back in Hogwarts," said Ryu Ran.
Draco gave him a dirty look, but said nothing. "Be careful, Sensei," said Fiona as she did a formal bow.
"May the Goddess guard you all," he told them solemnly.
Sirius looked at him strangely. Did he accidentally let it slip or did he purposely give a big clue? He was caught by surprise because Fiona kissed him on the cheek. He blinked back at her in surprise. "Do you mind making sure I get some candy? I like anything with mints in it. Draco told me about these things called Chocolate Frogs. I don't have any money, but I'll pay you back," said Fiona.
"You're the main target of You-Know-Who and all you care about is candy?" asked Draco incredulously.
Fiona nodded with a slight grin. "I like sweet things," she said with a shrug.
"Unbelievable," muttered Draco. "Now, I'm really wondering why You-Know-Who wants you so badly."
"I'll make sure that there's enough for you," said Sirius as he gave Fiona a quick kiss.
"You may not want to say that. You have no idea how much candy she likes. Believe me, we may not be able to handle her on a sugar high," said Nell.
"It will be fine. We'll come back as soon as we can," said Sirius and with that they disappeared with a small pop right before their eyes.
"Wow…I want to learn how to do that," said Fiona in amazement.
"But first, you have to learn other things. Come on you two, I'll set you to work and check on you after I'm done cleaning up breakfast," said Nell.
Fiona gave a groan, but Draco smirked. They all set off to work on other things. They had to wait for what was to come.
AN: This part is longer to compensate for the time I spent working on my final project. I thought it was time for someone to find out about Harry's problems. And this is a good set up for when Fiona arrives. Oh, the fun we'll have. Yes, we've finally arrived to bring the two major characters together. ^^ We're about two parts from halfway. I love this story. Just as soon as I can't figure out what to write next, something comes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and the characters from JK Rowling's original works. If I did, then I would not be writing fanfiction. I own Fiona Black and any other original character not from the book. ^^