Impossibilities
Chapter 7 - Marauder Mysteries
Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Kaydee for her halarious comments and positively inspiring reviews. GO KAYDEE! lol.
A/N: Well, I thought this chapter wouldn't be written for a while, but I ended up being able to bring my laptop with me on my trip this week... so here I am... sitting quietly in the back seat of the car, listening to old Smash Mouth CD's and typing on my super cool computer, as the scenery goes flying by... go me. *grin*
P.S. sometimes the total chapters don't appear in the little chapter thingy so go to the address bar and change the number and double check every once in a while... i don't know why it does that but it does.
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The day Harry arrived at the Burrow Mr. Weasley pulled him aside for a very serious conversation. He explained carefully to Harry the grounds on which Dumbledore had consented for Harry's stay at the Weasley's.
They were to perform a protection charm he told Harry. It was designed to be powerful enough to create the same effect on most wizards other than Voldemort that the Dursley's presence produced.
As the spell was very complicated and there was a chance it could go horribly wrong Mrs. Weasley hadn't wanted to risk it. Luckily, in the end, Dumbledore convinced her that it was possible to perform the charm successfully as long as they were careful. Molly Wealsey grudgingly agreed. After all, she did so want Harry to come.
After much discussion, it was decided that that the charm would be preformed three times. Thus connecting Harry with three people. The first being Mr. Weasley, the second Mrs. Weasley, and the third Ron. As long as one of these people were within 15 feet of Harry, he was protected from all but the most powerful wizards.
The ward created was strong enough to survive for one hour. This was hoped to be enough time to get all of them away from danger. Dumbledore, Arthur continued to explain, had assured them that the occurrence of an event that would cause need for this charm was extremely unlikely. Few wizards knew Harry had even gone to the Weasley's. It was entirely possible, as well as probable, that nothing would happen.
Ron's connection was mainly a precaution. Anytime Harry left the Weasley property he had Mr. or Mrs. Weasley with him, but just to be safe Dumbledore insisted on using Ron as well. If anything ever happened at the Burrow (which was highly unlikely) and neither Molly nor Arthur were around (which was more probable but still unlikely) Ron could protect Harry until help could come.
All these proceedings rather sobered the boys, but they were soon too busy having fun to give it much thought.
On the whole, life at the Weasley's was excellent. The days seemed to be practically over before they even really began. There was never a dull moment. The twins privately informed Harry that his donations to the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes had been put to very good use. They had reestablished their inventing in secret. Often times Ron and Harry were called upon to act as lookouts for any sign of Mrs. Weasley while Fred and George tested new products.
Harry and Ron, for their part, stayed up late into the nights examining the contents of the WWW-EL. They spent far more time reading the little "Mischief Making Miracles" booklet than they ever had on school books. Hermoine wouldn't have approved.
Speaking of Hermoine, an owl had arrived from her early on during Harry's stay.
Ron and Harry were sitting in the family room pretending to play a game of chess the morning the letter arrived. (In truth they were waiting for Mrs. Weasley to return from shopping. They had a small device under the table that when hit would turn on a flashing light in the twin's room: warning them to put away all mischief articles.) As usual Ron was winning.
"Check," Ron announced, moving his castle three spaces to the left. Harry groaned as he moved his king out of danger. Ron laughed. "I knew you'd do that," he crowed. Ron moved his queen forward triumphantly, "Check mate."
Harry shook his head as his king surrendered, "I'm getting very tired of playing with you."
Ron grinned at him as he gathered up his pieces, "I just know you too well, you could have had me if you hadn't been so predictable."
"Oh sure Ron, all I have to-" Harry began sarcastically, but was cut off by a large tawny owl winging in through the window. "Hello you," Harry said as the bird settled down beside him on the arm of his chair.
Ron stroked the bird absentmindedly, "Who's it from?"
"Hermoine," Harry said as he read the name on the letter he was detaching from the owl's leg.
"Well go on, let's read it then," Ron said impatiently. He moved to stand behind Harry, reading the letter over his shoulder.
Dear Ron and Harry,
I asked Mum and Dad, but they weren't too keen on the idea of me coming so soon after I got back from Bulgaria.
"So she did end up going then," Harry said looking up from the letter.
"Yeah," Ron said darkly, "Lucky her." Harry shook his head then continued reading.
It's fascinating there. Victor was able to show me all sorts of interesting things, but I was glad to return home when the trip was over. Victor's friends are all a few years older than me, and although they were all very nice people, I felt rather out of place.
I've convinced Mum and Dad to let me come to the Burrow for the last week of summer if that sounds all right. I'm in a bit of a rush so I have to go, don't have too much fun without me.
See you both soon.
Love,
Hermoine
"So she can come," Harry said happily as he refolded the letter.
And so she did. Exactly one week and one day before September 1st Hermoine arrived at the Burrow.
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Ron and Harry were waiting in the kitchen the day Hermoine came. Suddenly the flames in the hearth turned emerald green and with a whiling sound and a cloud of ashes Hermoine tumbled out of the fireplace. She was quickly followed by a large trunk and a big, fluffy cat.
"Hermoine!" Harry cried happily, offering her a hand to help her up.
"Hi guys," Hermoine said giving them each a quick hug, "Did you miss me?"
"Of course," Ron said, "No one around to make us do our summer assignments." This earned him a light slap and a stern glare.
"Just you wait," Hermoine said primly, "What with OWL's this year and all that studying, I don't think we'll have time for anything else," She laughed at Ron's terrified expression, "Don't worry- it's still summer. I promise not to bug you about school."
"Thanks ever so," Harry said, rolling his eyes and trying to hide a grin.
"Oh Harry, I've just remembered- I still have to tell you about your birthday present," Hermoine said. Harry looked slightly puzzled but Hermoine just turned to pick up her trunk, "Help me take this upstairs first. I assume I'm sleeping in Ginny's room?"
Ron nodded and the two boys helped lug her belongings up the stairs. They stopped in Ginny's room to drop everything off then continued up to Ron's room. The three of them flopped down on the bed once they reached it.
"Now Harry," Hermoine began, "I'm sure you've been wondering why I never sent you a birthday present."
"I thought maybe you didn't like me anymore," Harry said innocently. Hermoine glared at him and Harry held up his hands in defense, "Ok, then again I could be wrong." Ron just laughed.
"Anyway," Hermoine continued, "the reason why you didn't get your present yet is because I can't give it to you until the school year starts."
"Why not?" Harry asked his curiosity mounting.
"Because I need to use my wand to do it," Hermoine said mysteriously.
Ron rolled his eyes. "Are you going to tell us or are you just going to make us wonder?" he demanded.
Hermoine looked at him disapprovingly, "I'm getting there," she turned to Harry, "I thought about making you wait until then to find out, but I'm going to tell you now."
Harry waited, his patience was starting to fray on the ends.
"Earlier this summer I was reading a new book I'd gotten-"
"No surprise there," Ron whispered to Harry.
"And I found a spell I thought might interest you, Harry," Hermoine said. Harry raised an eye brow and Hermoine elaborated, "It's a temporary vision correcting charm that lasts 2 months. Its a very recent development. The Board of Magical Cures for Magical and Non Magical Ailments has been trying to cure eye problems for centuries."
Harry grinned, this was sounding good.
"I've gotten permission to use it," Hermoine continued, "But I can't do magic until school starts, so you'll have to wait."
"Harry's grin grew wider. "Thanks Hermoine," he said giving her a one armed hug, "That sounds excellent."
Ron looked thoughtful. "Does it just stop right away after 2 months?" he asked, "Wouldn't that be sort of dangerous. What if someone was doing something important and the spell disappeared and they couldn't see?" Ron winked at Harry and said apologetically, "No offense mate, but I know you're practically blind without your specs."
Harry shrugged, "I dunno. The world sometimes looks better without glasses on. Can't see any of the bad stuff."
"That is a very depressing outlook on things," Ron said.
Hermoine cut in, "You don't have to worry about that anyway. From what I've read the spell goes away slowly. You'll know its time to renew the charm when your vision starts to get a bit blurry."
"This spell sounds brilliant," Harry said, "Thanks again Hermoine. I appreciate it."
"Anytime Harry, anytime," Hermoine said, waving a hand dismissively, but secretly she was very pleased he liked it.
Over the next few days the trio became inseparateble. They went together to Diagon Alley one day and spent sometime in muggle London as well. Mr. Weasley's fascination with muggles was growing everyday. He quote -wanted to watch them in their native habitat- unquote.
While they were there Ginny and Hermoine talked the others into see a play. The one they went to was a comedy titled, "The Complete Works of Shakespeare- Abridged."
"Who's Shakespeare?" Ron had asked. And this had set Hermoine off on a long explanation about famous muggle playwrights, Ron rolled his eyes and wished he hadn't spoken up.
The play was a big success. It was preformed by a group of three American actors. They were funny, witty, and enthusiastic making the whole thing very enjoyable.
So life was good, very, very good. The only thing that bothered Harry was the fact he hadn't heard from Sirius in a while. He figured he was just being paranoid, Sirius was suppose to be lying low. It wasn't worth the risk of getting caught to send letter's too regularly. Most of the time Harry was far to busy to dwell for long on worries like that. Fred and George saw to that. They always had an idea of something fun, and usually slightly dangerous or illegal, to do.
Today was August 31st and they would be returning to Hogwarts tomorrow morning. Harry, Ron, and the twins were planning on having a mock Quidditch match. Harry hadn't flown much since the 1st Task. He couldn't wait to get back on his broom, especially now that he didn't have to use it to defeat an extremely angry dragon.
"Hurry up Harry," Ron called from the bottom of the stairwell, "Fred and George are already out there."
They had invited Hermoine to join them of course, but she hadn't seemed to keen on the idea. Instead she chose to stay inside with Ginny and do 'girl things'. Both Ron and Harry were appalled at the idea that someone would pass up an opportunity to bash each other off of broomsticks, but there it is.
"I'm coming," Harry yelled back as he finished tying the shoe lace of his sneaker. He grabbed his broom and bounded down the stairs.
Both of the twins were already in the air when Ron and Harry arrived at the field the Weasley's used as a Quidditch pitch. Harry excitedly mounted his broom and sped into the sky. Only after several loops and dives did he come over to hover by the others and decide on teams.
In the end it was George and Harry against Fred and Ron. A rapid and exuberating game followed. There were no rules: apples were used as quaffes, buldgers, sitches, whatever. The only goal was to keep the other team from getting the apples between a set of trees designated as 'the scoring spot'.
"George grab this," Harry yelled hurling a bright green apple at his partner. George caught 'the quaffle' neatly, but then after being assaulted by his twin, quickly dropped it.
Ron dove and caught the falling apple. "Fred," he called, "Get clear."
Fred obeyed speeding down the field, stopping midway and catching Ron's pass. "Go forward," he called at his youngest brother.
Ron zipped ahead of him with Harry hot on his tail. Suddenly Ron pulled up short looking at something on the ground below him. Fred, thinking Ron was waiting for the apple, threw it at him. Too late he realized Ron wasn't paying attention. "Ron!" he hollered urgently, "Look out!"
Ron turned just in time to feel his nose connect a speeding apple with a sickening smack. Ron let out a muffled yell and clutched his bleeding nose, he flew blindly to the ground.
Harry raced to land next to them, followed quickly by George and a profusely apologetic Fred.
"RON!" Fred exclaimed, "I thought you were ready for it- I'm so sorry!"
"S'ok," Ron's muffled reply came.
George stepped forward in a business like matter, examining Ron's face. "I think it's broken," he said squinting at the bloody mess that was his brother's nose.
Harry, who had a worried hand on Ron's shoulder, asked, "What on earth happened?"
Ron looked seriously at his friend, pushing away his brothers examining hands. "I saw something," he said anxiously, "I saw a rat, down by the trees."
Harry paled, "You don't mean-"
Ron nodded firmly, his voice sounding funny as he pinched the ridge of his nose in an effort to stop the bleeding. "Yes," he said decidely, "I'd recognize him anywhere, Wormtail."
Fred and George exchanged bewildered glances as a murderous look appeared on Harry's face.
"You sure," Harry asked dangerously calm.
"Yes," Ron said, "But Harry wait. We should tell-"
It was too late. Harry had already grabbed his broom and was running towards the trees. He hopped onto his Firebolt midstep and sped into the forest at top speed.
"Harry!" Ron called again, then winced as the movement aggravated his injured nose. "George," he said turning to the nearer of his brothers, "Go after him."
George hesitated, "What's going on Ron?"
Ron ignored the question pushing George in the direction Harry had taken he said, "Just go, no time to explain. Please just go get him, fast." Something in Ron's voice caused George to listen. He mounted his broom and flew off calling for Harry to wait.
Fred crossed his arms and looked stubbornly at Ron. "Explain," he said narrowing his eyes, "because unless I'm mistaken I heard the word Wormtail."
"That's right," Ron answered wearily. His eyes were watering from the pain of his nose and he had to be careful to breathe through his mouth.
Fred expression softened as he saw Ron wince, "Come on," he said steering his brother to a large tree on the opposite end of the field from where George and Harry had disappeared, "I think Mum put something for noses in the Medi Box."
The Medi Box was a metal container set inside a hollow tree. It was filled with bandages and potions that Mrs. Weasley insisted her children keep with them whenever they played Quidditch out on the field. They were mainly temporary 'quick-fixes' that could be used without a wand until the proper remedy could be found.
"Here we go," Fred announced after shuffling through the Medi Box for several moments. He brandished a small packet of white strips labeled Nose Necessities. Fred pulled out one and peeled off the sticky backing. Gingerly he stuck it to the bridge of Ron's nose.
A soft white glow shimmered for a few seconds, then settled into Ron's skin. He visibly relaxed as the magicked bandage's built-in pain killers kicked in. Now the injury would become no worse until it could be properly healed by Mr. or Mrs. Weasley.
"Sit down and keep still- you have to give it ten minutes to work properly," Fred said. Ron reluctantly settled down with their backs against the large tree where the Medi Box was kept. They both knew from experience that it was not a good idea to move around much after taking the pain potion. It could have some unpleasant side effects.
Here," Fred said, now offering Ron a small damp cloth, "wipe off all that blood. You're freaking me out."
Ron obeyed, carefully blotting his face. Fred waited (almost) patiently for him to finish before asking again, "Now then, what is going on? You did say the name Wormtail, right?"
Ron sighed, this could take some explaining. "Yes," he began, "I did say the name Wormtail." Fred's eyes widened.
"The Wormtail?" he asked almost timidly
"Yes," Ron said darkly, "the Wormtail. From the Marauder's Map."
Fred looked shocked. His brother- his little brother actually knew one of his heroes. It was amazing. Wormtail: a co-creator of one of the best mischief making tools ever invented.
"How did you-" Fred started, but found he couldn't complete the thought.
Ron grinned slightly. "I know who all of the Marauders are," he said slyly, "Hermoine, Harry and I all know, actually.
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Fred shook his head in bewilderment. "All of them?" he repeated faintly.
Ron's grin widened. "You've met one of them, come to think of it," he said innocently.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Who, who, who?" Fred said excitedly.
"Can't you guess," Ron teased.
"Ron stop being a git and tell me who," Fred said sternly.
Ron rolled his eyes, "All right, all right. The Marauder you have met is Professor Lupin."
Ron watched with delight as these words sunk in. "Professor Lupin," said Fred, "Oh man, no way." Fred stood up and began pacing, shaking his head and saying, "Which one was- no wait let me guess. Moony?"
Ron nodded, "Yeah. And you're not going to believe who Prongs was."
Fred leaned forward in anticipation. "Who?" he asked.
"James Potter," Ron said simply.
"James Potter" Fred exclaimed, his eyes nearly popping out of his head, "James Potter?"
"Are you going to repeat everything I say?" asked Ron with annoyance. In truth he was enjoying every minute of this. Fred's reactions were priceless. His only worry was whether or not Fred would believe him about Sirius' innocence. Because, of course, that would have to be explained.
"But... but James Potter," Fred persisted, "That would mean that Harry is-"
"The son of Prongs," Ron finished for him, "Yep."
Fred say back in awe, "What about Padfoot?"
"Padfoot is," Ron hesitated, suddenly unsure. However, Fred's eager expression was irresistible. "Padfoot is Sirius Black," Ron finally said.
Fred's eyebrows nearly shot off the top of his forehead. "SIRIUS BLACK?" Fred shouted.
"Fred, calm down," Ron said hurriedly trying to quiet his brother.
Fred reluctantly allowed himself to be pushed back against the tree, his breathing was heavy in his effort to restrain himself. "Isn't Black the guy who murdered Harry's parents?"
"No," said Ron firmly, "He was wrongly accused, it was Peter Pettigrew."
"But Black killed Pettigrew."
"No, he didn't."
Fred rolled his eyes. "Ron," he said slowly, "a whole street full of muggles swore they saw Black kill the guy."
"No," Ron said, "Listen- Black was suppose to be the Potters' Secret Keeper, right?"
Fred nodded his head uncertainly, "I think so."
"Well that part's true. He was suppose to be their Secret Keeper. Sirius convinced Harry's dad to change to Pettigrew at the last moment, but they didn't tell anyone else."
"But that would mean that Pettigrew-"
"Yeah. He's the Death Eater. He killed Harry's parents. He framed Sirius."
"But Sirius killed him."
"No he didn't," Ron said a little too patiently, "Pettigrew blew up the street and killed all those people with a wand behind his back. He cut off his finger and changed into his Animagus form. Making it possible for him to escape and leaving Sirius to take the blame."
"Now wait a minute," Fred cut in, "Pettigrew wasn't an Animagus."
"Wrong again," Ron corrected, "He was an unregistered Animagus. Three of the Marauders were Animagus, and none of them registered. It's where they get their names."
"Names?" asked Fred.
"Yeah, Sirius is Padfoot because he can turn into a big black dog. James was Prongs because he could turn into a stag, Professor Lupin was Moony, 'cause, well you know- and Pettigrew was Wormtail, he can turn into a rat," Ron concluded. He scowled with every mention of Wormail's name. He still considered Scabbers to be a personal insult.
Fred gaped at him, "And you mean to tell me that Wormtail is here right now?"
"Yes," said Ron suddenly looking anxious, "I wonder what happened to Harry and George, they should be back by now." He stood up quickly looking for the other boys. He staggered and caught himself against the tree feeling extremely dizzy.
Fred was at his side in an instant. "Careful Ron," he cautioned as he slipped one of his brother's arms over his own shoulders and helped him sit back down, "That potion hasn't finished working yet. I'm sure George and Harry are fine."
"Don't be too sure," Ron said bitterly, "this guy wants Harry dead. We ought to go after them."
Fred held Ron back, "No way. You're in no condition to go running about- Don't you remember what happened to Charlie when he took the pain potion. Besides, Harry won't do anything stupid."
Ron grimaced, "That is debatable."
"So," Fred said slowly after a few minutes of silence, "If Black didn't kill Pettigrew, where has he been all these years?"
Ron surprised Fred with a hollow laugh. "That," Ron said, "is an interesting question." He leaned back against the tree with a sigh. "You ever notice that Scabbers was missing a toe."
Fred frowned, "What's that got to do with it?"
"Scabbers was Wormtail," Ron said bluntly.
"That's impossible," Fred spluttered, "Scabbers was in the family for ages... Percy got him-"
"Percy got him exactly 14 years ago," Ron interrupted.
"But Scabbers died..." Fred said.
"That's what I thought," Ron said bitterly, "No. He's very much alive. The guy is getting good at pretending to be killed."
"But- Sirius tried to kill Harry two years ago he broke into the tower and..." Fred trailed off.
"But he attacked my bed didn't he," Ron pointed out, "That wasn't an accident. He was after Wormtail."
"Why would he be after Wormtail," Fred asked. His brow was furrowed as he concentrated to organize everything Ron was telling him. This was all so impossible- so impossible that maybe it was true.
"Think about it Fred- Wormtail killed Sirius' best friend. And he didn't stop there, he made the whole world believe Sirius had done it. I mean, imagine if everyone thought you'd killed Lee," Ron said exasperated, "Wouldn't you be a bit bitter too?"
Fred winced. "I get your point," he whispered. His eyes looked thoughtful as he considered the situation. "Want to try getting up again... maybe we should go find George and Harry after all," he finally asked.
Ron nodded, and slowly inched his way up. The dizzy feeling didn't returned this time meaning the pain potion and injury stabilizers had completed their job. "Let's go," he said, his eyes already searching the tree line for any sign of his brother or friend.
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"Harry!"
"Harry, wait up," George called. He ducked a low branch as he sped along on his broom. He knew an old Shooting Star was no match for a Firebolt and unless Harry slowed down he'd never catch up.
"Harry! Come on, tell me what is g-" George stopped midsentence. He'd found Harry.
George had never seen this expression on Harry's face before. Harry's eyes were cold and hard. They stared hatefully at a short balding man with a thin rattish face and watery eyes. Both the man and the boy had their wands pointing dead straight over the other's heart.
Apparently George had stumbled across a stand off. Usually that's something one tries to avoid.
"Harry," George said softly, landing a few feet away, "I can't believe I'm about to say this, but you do realize the use of wands is forbidden in the summer."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "I'll risk it."
George stepped back nervously, his eyes straying from one angry face to the other. "Who is this?" he asked almost timidly.
"This," Harry spat out, "is someone who was once a man. Now he is nothing. George-" Harry indicated the bald man with a flick of his wand, "meet Wormtail."
That was about the last thing George had expected. As his reaction might betray, he was slightly surprised.
"WHAT?" George yelled, "This is Wormtail?"
"You know me?" Peter asked, his eyes darting from George to Harry.
"Well yeah," George said, still shocked, "You- you and the marauders you made the map..."
A faint expression of pride flashed across Wormtail's face. "Do you use that?" he asked with a note of interest.
Before George could respond Harry cut in. "This man is no Marauder," he said coldly, "He threw that away when he threw away his friends."
Wormtail flinched, but Harry wasn't done yet. "Yeah, this man could have been a great prankster, but instead he went as low as you can."
Peter glared. "You're the one on the loosing side of this war, Potter," he said angerly, "Being a Death Eater is an honor."
"Some honor," Harry retorted. George stood frozen in place. He didn't know what to do, both Peter and Harry still had their wands aimed straight at one another. Interfering might be dangerous, then again waiting could be even more so...
"Do not mock things you do not understand. Now-" Wormtail seemed to be returning to the point of conversation at which George had interrupted, "I'll tell you again, Harry, drop your wand."
"No," Harry said defiantly, "I think you're just too scared to except the duel I challenged."
"I'm not a coward," Wormtail said furiously, "I'm more powerful than you'll ever be." He turned his wand to George who was still standing on the sidelines looking lost, "Drop your wand or he's dead. NOW!"
"NO!" Harry yelled, eyes wide with sudden fright, "Leave him out of this."
Wormtail didn't budge.
"Coward," Harry threw the word at him, "You can't even fight without cheating."
Wormtail ignored Harry as he eyed George thoughtfully. "Now this situation seems familiar doesn't it," he whispered, his voice held an icy edge. George stared at him blankly, trying not to shake from fright. Peter laughed cruelly and turned to Harry, "Now either you drop your wand or I kill the spare."
Kill the spare... the words echoed in his head, Kill the spare... kill the spare...
"Sorry Harry," Wormtail said with horrible cheeriness, "Times up." He raised his wand preparing to yell the fatal words, "Avada-"
"NO!!!!" Harry screamed once again, he leaped forward to push George out of the way. No one else was going to die because of him. His parents were gone, Cedric was gone- George was NOT going to follow.
"Kedavra."
A body fell to the ground and went still.
It wasn't George's.
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