"You could have told me there was going to be an attack yesterday!" James yelled. "You could have said SOMETHING. 20 people died! Civilians!"

"You think I meant to do that?" Harry yelled back. "You think I wanted the attack to happen? Do you honestly believe that I want Voldemort to win?"

"I've questioned your morals before." James snarled. Harry's face fell and got slightly green. He

balled his hands into fists.

"You unbelievable-"

"Are we really back to name calling, Harry?" James asked. "I mean, really, I thought you'd grown

up."

"I'm 22 years old, James!" Harry yelled. "At this point, I'd say I'm more grown up than you are."

"So why didn't you do the grown up thing to do and tell me about the attack?" James said.

"I told you, I had no idea about it!" Harry said, advancing on him. "We're working with dreams

here, not documented facts. If I don't remember a dream in its entirety that does not mean I'm-"

"Twenty people died yesterday." James said. "There were 4 giants in Hogsmeade, crushing people. Dementors everywhere- and the Death Eaters were going crazy. We haven't lost a battle this bad since-"

"Stop blaming this on me!" Harry cried. "If it wasn't for me there would be a hundred more people dead. Maybe not in that attack, but bleeding Christ, I have done enough! I can't believe you- just because you didn't win-"

"That's a treasonous response-" James started, but Harry slammed his door in James's face.

"HARRY YOU HAVE TO TALK TO ME SOMETIME!" he yelled. There was no answer. James rattled on the door handle, but it was locked.

Somebody cleared their throat next to James. James jumped and swiveled around to see who had

done it. Sirius was leaning on the wall some 5 feet away, looking slightly amused. "Hello James," he said, walking a little closer to him. "What are you doing here?"

"Trying to reason with the shrew." He pointed to Harry's shut door.

"You were accusing him of something that wasn't his fault." Sirius said. "I heard you two carrying on from the floor below. He's right."

"Shove off, what do you know, anyways?"

"I know you hate loosing." Sirius said. James looked infuriated. "And I know you needed somebody to blame it on. Just because we lost one battle doesn't mean that it was all Harry's fault."

"Yeah, I'll say." Came Harry's voice behind the shut door. "You're such a child. Face it, everybody has too loose at least once in their life. And it's not my fault that I didn't remember anything about an attack."

"But-" James started. Sirius patted him on the shoulder and he stopped.

"Just go home, chap." He said.

James glared at him. "Fine, whatever. I'm leaving." He disappeared. Harry opened the door and

stood aside to let Sirius into the apartment.

"Sorry you had to hear all that." Harry said, shutting the door again. "He just turned up at my door like 10 minutes ago, yelling that I was trying to bring the Wizarding world to an all time low or something."

"I told you, he hates losing. He's a very bad sport."

"I wouldn't call this a sport," Harry said, "and I get your point, but he still shouldn't have said it."

"Yes, yes." Sirius said. He took a seat at the kitchen table. "Taryn said you stopped by the house?"

"Yeah, when you were at the attack still." Harry said. "I was just thought that maybe you wanted an explanation about-um…have you read the post lately?"

"Yes." Sirius said looking at him with a dull spark in his eyes and a reprimand on his tongue. "I did see that and I must admit I'm a little disappointed in you."

"Yeah, whatever." Harry said. "But it isn't nearly as awful as they make it out to be. Sirius, we can talk about this later, I want to hear about the attack."

"All right." Sirius said. "It was awful- the worst one yet, I'd say. Voldemort somehow found some Giants to work for him and-"

"I thought we had all the Giants on our side!" Harry exclaimed.

"So did I." Sirius said flatly. "But he found some. About 5, actually. They were awful, just bowling people over and throwing them into walls as if we were bean bags or something. There weren't very many death eaters compared to the last attack, so that was easier to control…but the giants….I've never been so terrified in my life, Harry."

"Did any Aurors get killed?" Harry asked.

"Only one." Sirius said. "He wasn't even in the platoon that was supposed to be at the attack.

Murphy Meyers was his name. I never met him, but he was an idiot. He wanted to be the big hero so he just showed up and he got himself killed." Sirius shook his head.

"How many injured?" Harry wondered.

"Well there were all sorts of injuries, really." Sirius said. "What with all the people that got their

heads banged together by giants. Lots of broken bones- very disturbing. I'd say there was probably 100 injuries all together. But only 7 Aurors got severely injured, thankfully."

"What happened to them?"

"It was a giant. He stepped on some big board that all 7 of them were on and they- oh I saw it first hand- they just flew in the air for like 10 seconds. And then-" Sirius cringed, as if remembering their fall.

"Anybody you know?"

"Well, yes as a matter of fact. But nobody you would know, or care about. I know what you're

trying to get at. Hermione was there and she's alive and kicking- she wasn't hurt at all. She killed one of the giants, actually."

"Killed?"

"Yes." Sirius said. "You expect us too just let them go? I mean…they were killing people. We

caught 3 of the death eaters, by the way."

"Mr. Nobody?"

Sirius shrugged. "Who knows about him? I mean, how would we know who he was- he's always in costume. We might have gotten him, but-"

"We'll never know." Harry said. "Not until I figure out who he is."

"You and your father." Sirius said.

"Whatever," Harry said rolling his eyes. Suddenly Ginny burst through the apartment door holding two bags full of groceries. Sirius nearly fell out of his seat he was so surprised.

Harry sprang up and took the bags from her. "I didn't know you were going to go out and do that, I would have picked it up and-"

"Dad's pissed off." Ginny said, putting a set of keys into her purse. "I needed to buy something to blow steam off…then I remembered that we were kind of low on food. And you must be Sirius," Ginny said offering a hand as soon as she saw him.

"I forgot about the whole…girlfriend thing." Sirius said shaking it. "You scared the hell out of me."

"So sorry." Ginny said. She opened her mouth to say something, but Harry beat her too it.

"Um, you said your dad was pissed off?"

"Yeah." Ginny's attention went back to Harry. Sirius watched in silence. "When I showed up at the house, they didn't say anything. My mum looked like she'd been crying, which didn't surprise me, but my dad. Oh god, he was sitting at the kitchen table, his hair looked like he'd been pulling at it and he had a pinched look on his face…I was kind of afraid."

"Well what happened?" Harry asked. "They aren't going to like…kick you out of the family or

anything, right?"

"Oh nothing like that," Ginny said, her brows furrowed. "In the end my mom started crying again because she was so happy about the whole thing- isn't that like her?"

"Yes." Harry said. "I'm glad she's good with the whole- um…thing." Harry said. "But your dad."

"He said it was 'okay' but he wouldn't look me in the eye and he didn't seem very sincere." Ginny said. "I think I just wrecked his vision of me- you know the perfect little girl who's middle name is Abstinence and first name is- um…Virginia." She laughed nervously. "I don't think they're allowed to call me Virginia anymore."

~*~

"Ginny, I'm going to Diagon Alley today, you need anything?" Harry asked a few weeks later.

"Um…nothing comes to mind." Ginny said.

Harry pulled some shoes on and looked over at her. "Okay, so I'll see you in a few hours, okay?

I've got to talk to him, also, so-"

"I've got a doctor's appointment in a few hours." Ginny said lazily. "So you might not see me for a bit. Will you make dinner tonight?"

"Sure." Harry said, looking concerned. "Why do you need to go to the doctors?"

"Oh it's just a physical." Ginny said. "My work requires them every year and I'm kind of running out of time so-"

"Just as long as you aren't dying of influenza." Harry said, sighing. She looked at him with misty eyes and he smiled twistedly. "Because I wouldn't want to catch that sickness, especially when I have an interview tomorrow."

She threw a book at his head. He ducked and smiled at her before disappearing with a pop. He

appeared in Madame Malkin's robe shop. He cleared his throat and she looked up from her desk.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, you're just on time for your fitting. Follow me back please." She said, walking from out of the desk. She pulled out some robes from a rack. "I took these out for you, as a personal shopper I feel these colors would look best with your-" A bell rang at the front of the shop. "Excuse me." She bustled up to the front of the store.

"I need some robes." Said a voice. Harry's brows furrowed. Why did it seem so familiar?

"You came to the right place," said Madame Malkin. "But you'll have to wait. We're a little under- staffed and I'm the only one here."

"Fine." Said the male voice. Suddenly there was a shout from a small child.

"Daddy, I wanna leave!" Shrieked a toddler.

"Not yet Raghnall!" Said the father. Harry moved so he could see who the speaker was, and choked on his spit.

Draco Malfoy.

Madame Malkin was back in Harry's face again. "Now as I said, I picked these robes out for you

because I know they will match well with your skin tones and eyes and so on. Slip your old robe off sir, and then we can start."

Harry did as he was told without really listening to a word she was saying. He was enthralled with Malfoy at the moment. He was holding a little, pudgy boy's hand. The child's hair was platinum blonde and stuck to his face, making it almost look like a wig. He still looked innocent enough, but it was obvious from whom he was sired.

"What do you think of the maroon, Mr. Potter?" He heard Madame Malkin ask. Harry looked into the mirror.

"I don't like it much, actually, too pink."

"Okay, try the green."

"Okay." He shed off the maroon robes and pulled the green ones on.

"DADDY!" Screamed the child, Raghnall. Harry snorted, remembering the name now. Had Malfoy realized he would be taunted for the rest of his life? It was the ugliest name Harry had ever heard.

"What IS it son?" Draco asked peevishly.

"I WANT MOMMY!"

"Mommy isn't here." Draco spat. "She's at home with your sister. Now be quiet and play with your bear. You're going to create a scene." Draco suddenly looked up and met Harry's eyes. "Well, well, well. What have we got here?"

"Hello Malfoy. Yes, the green ones are good." Harry told Madame Malkin. "What are you doing

here?"

"Same thing as you." Draco snapped. "Buying robes."

"Uh-huh." Harry said. He tried on some blue robes. "I'll take two of those- and I wont bother with the black. I already know I'll need 3 of those."

"Well that's you done my dear." Madame Malkin said. "I'll hem them right now and then meet you at the cash register."

"Okay." Harry stepped off the measuring table and walked to the front of the store. Malfoy glared at him as Harry took out his money satchel.

"I heard about you and the Weasley slut." Draco said acidly.

"Is that so?" Harry said, yawning.

"Yes." Draco said. "I take by your tone that it's true then."

"It's true." Harry said.

"Daddy who's that?" Wondered the child.

"Shut up." Draco said.

"That wasn't very fatherly." Harry said.

"Oh shove off." Draco said. "You don't know what it's like having kids so why don't you just shut

your hole?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, it just seems mean. You could just tell him rationally, 'that's my

archenemy.' But then of course you aren't rational, are you?"

"Shut up before I attack you." Draco said. Harry rolled his eyes and looked at Madame Malkin as she approached. He paid her and was halfway out of the shop when he heard Malfoy's order.

"I'll take 7 plain black robes and 4 black robes- with big hoods."

~*~

Evil. There is such a thing, no matter what anybody tells you. Wherever there is good, there is always evil. Sometimes it can be a little bit of both. A good thing in an evil something, or vice versa. Evil in its purest form is greed. Greed can be transformed into much more though. But evil always starts out in greed. Greed is everywhere, so there is also it's opposite running around. Charity. Charity will save us all, but greed transforms us into snakes that will strike at the heart, knowing that once the heart dies, the head and feet will soon loose life.

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A/N: Now if you were Sherlock Holmes, you would have the mystery figured out by now. Here's a little tip for figuring it out. The random paragraphs are the key too the mystery. Have fun analyzing!

Love,

Tadariada

P.S. This chapter is dedicated to Isis because she was cool and wrote me a letter. J Isis, I'll bet you thought I forgot about my promise that I'd put you in an authors note, eh? I DIDN'T , so ha!

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