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Chapter 2

Harry felt pain again as he came out of blackness. He did not know why he woke up, he felt

like drifting back into the unconscious state he was in before. He knew this would not help though,

he could feel the pain even when he was unconscious, and it seemed to be worse because there was

nothing else to take his mind off of it. He moaned slightly, but kept his eyes closed. It was so hot.

He was feeling worse then he had earlier that day, and while he was hot, shivers of cold kept going

through him. He didn't remember anything; he only knew it was hot, so hot.

Through the pain and the unbearable heat, Harry felt something cool being pressed against

his forehead. It reduced the burning slightly, but as soon as it was gone it came back full force. He

tried to open his eyes, but he could not. He shivered slightly despite being hot. A gentle hand was

on his forehead but it jerked back quickly, followed by a gasp.

"Sirius!" A girl's voice rang out. Footsteps came hurriedly up what sounded like stairs.

"What is it?" A man asked.

"He's burning up, where's Remus?"

"He went for a doctor." The man replied. Footsteps faded slightly, then became loud again.

"Here."

Harry felt something being slid into his mouth, and thought it must be a thermometer. He

let the people gently slip it under his tongue, and lay still. When it beeped, one of them took it out

and gasped.

"105!" The girl exclaimed. "I'll be right back, I'm getting a few more bowls of the water

mixture. Do you know anything about medical things?"

"No." The man answered. The girl sighed.

"Right then, see if he is hallucinating and if he knows you. I'll be back in a minute." The

girl said. Footsteps went out of the room.

"Harry?" The man asked gently. Harry made no response. "Harry, are you awake?" Harry

moaned slightly. "There we go, that's a good boy. Do you remember who this is?"

Harry listened to him talking. Of course he knew who the person was, he was, he was. he

moaned as the heat took another wave, along with another wave of pain. He couldn't remember.

Wait, yes he did. He just had to see the person, and, he opened his eyes. In front of him he could

see a man with messy black hair, brown eyes, and glasses. He looked at him with an extremely

worried expression. Of course he knew this person.

"Dad?" He asked weakly. The person he thought was his father flinched and made a pained

expression. A crash came from somewhere else.

"No Harry." The man said.

"No?" Harry asked.

"No, it is Sirius. Don't you remember me?" The man asked.

Harry heard the girl rushing in. "Here," She sounded frantic.

"

No.don't remember." Harry moaned weakly. Why could he not remember? It had to be his

father, it had to be. "Dad."

The man who said he was 'Sirius' held him. Harry sobbed as he was gently rocked back and

forth. Finally it became too much for him and he started to drift off once more. He did not realize

he was quieting while he drifted.

Suddenly, a searing pain went over his face. He could not help but whimper and jerked

away violently.

"Shh, it is all right." He heard the man saying. Harry relaxed when he heard him.

"Sirius?" His voice was weak and slurred, and he barely registered that he said anything.

"That's right Harry, I'm here." His godfather said gently. "I'm just going to see how badly

you're hurt, all right?"

"'K." Harry said, not completely knowing what he was saying.

"This might hurt a little, try to keep still." Sirius said. The searing pain went over his face

again. He managed to stay relatively still, but could not keep the whimper from escaping.

He felt the cloth going over his face, most likely getting the blood off of his face. He

managed not to make too much sound, even when Sirius wiped over the gash on his temple. He

heard the sound of a towel being wrung out, and stayed relaxed. However, when Sirius went to

unbutton his shirt unbearable pain went through him. He cried out and jerked away hard. He felt

Sirius catch him, but kept struggling. The hand on his back increased the pain. He whimpered.

"Come on Harry, you'll hurt yourself." Sirius said softly.

Harry struggled harder until he felt gentling hands soothing him. It was Reanna; she was the

only one who could calm him down when he was so frantic. He finally lay still in Sirius' arms,

panting wildly.

"What-" Sirius started.

"That is where his uncle beats him the most." Reanna cut him off bitterly.

She took Harry's hand in hers, and stroked it softly to keep him calm. Sirius caressed his

hair then continued. The cloth of his shirt would once in a while hit a severe spot. When it hit

these he tried his best to not move, but he could not help it. However, as soon as Reanna spoke

softly to him he relaxed.

"My god." Sirius said in a horrified voice when the shirt was off.

He felt someone's, most likely Reanna's, hands gently put pressure on his shoulders, pinning

him down. A wet cloth touched his chest, and agonizing pain went over him. He cried out and

struggled, but Reanna held him down firmly but gently. She whispered soothing words to him and

he relaxed slightly again.

When they were done with his chest, Sirius levitated him so he did not have to lie on his

stomach. Harry whimpered as the cloth gently ran over his back. Sirius made a small noise, but

Reanna gently took his hand once again and quieted him. Slowly, he felt himself being put down

once more. He kept still as he felt Sirius examine his ankle.

"He was limping rather badly at practice today." Sirius said slowly.

"You have no idea." Reanna said, anger in her voice once more. "By the time he got home he

could not stand on it, let alone walk."

Harry clenched his teeth in pain as Sirius gently loosened the shoe. He knew it was already

too small; it was one of Dudley's extremely old ones. Add that to the swelling, and he had a feeling

Sirius was going to have to cut it off. Amazingly, he was able to coax it off, and took off the sock as

well. He bathed the foot and then came back up and sat by him. Sirius gently brushed some hair

out of Harry's face. Harry could feel that he was slightly tense. A few minutes later Sirius cursed.

"What the Hell?" He exclaimed softly. "What did that man do?"

"You don't want to know." Reanna said softly.

"It is important." Sirius told her. Reanna sighed.

"It would take too long to go through all of it, but." Not wanting to hear this, Harry

forced the lessened pain away and drifted off once more.

The first thing Harry felt when he woke up was pain. It had certainly lessened since he had

actually been beaten, but it was still agonizing. Along with the pain he was incredibly hot, and could

not clearly remember anything, or where he was. Where was he? He panicked, thinking he was

back in his cupboard and his uncle was going to come and get him to do three times as many chores

as yesterday. He fought to get up, to get the little strength he had in gear before his uncle came to

force him up, but found that the pain was too great.

Harry was near screaming in frustration when he felt someone try to lift him gently up. In

panic, Harry wrenched himself out of the persons grasp, only to cause more pain, tried to lift himself

onto his elbows, and opened his eyes slightly.

"Harry, shh, it's only me." He heard someone saying, but when he felt the hand come closer

again, he felt the panic rising. It was his uncle, it had to be. He was going to beat him again. It was

too dark to see anything, and one of his arms wasn't holding him up.

"No!" Harry said weakly as he tried to get as far away as possible from the person. He started

coughing, and the panic had risen. It was the panic he got before a beating, during the yells and

screams of his uncle. He could feel himself falling into unconsciousness from his movements, and

pain flashed through him with every jerk. "No, stay away from me! I'm sorry for whatever I did this

time! I'm sorry." He didn't even hear the gentling whispers of the person, trying to stop him from

hurting himself. Footsteps were coming over to him and there was pressure right beside him. He

started to completely lose control of his panic.

"Harry, it's all right. It is me, Reanna, come on little brother, it's all right." Harry heard

Reanna's voice and relaxed.

At that moment the door opened and someone turned on the light. Reanna was kneeling

next to him, her eyes full of worry but understanding. Behind her Sirius was rubbing his shoulder

and approaching cautiously. At the door Remus was standing by the light switch, looking tired and

worried.

"That's right Harry, it's okay." Reanna said softly helping him lay back down. "Go back to

sleep." Harry closed his eyes and relaxed completely.

Harry woke up again that afternoon. He felt hot, yet shivers sometimes ran down his spine,

and he was shivering. He opened his eyes slightly, and saw two blurry figures in the room. One was

sitting next to him, and the other was pacing the room. His first thought was to get up and run, but

he felt too weak. He closed his eyes again. Then he felt someone push his sweaty bangs out of his

face, but his eyes snapped open and he jerked away. Despite the pain he raised himself as best as he

could on his elbows, and looked over at the person.

"Sirius?" He rasped as things came into focus. As soon as he spoke he erupted into violent

coughs. Sirius' worried face wavered in and out of focus, swimming in front of Harry's eyes.

"Shh, Harry." Sirius said softly. "Lie down." He reached for Harry. Harry flinched, but

allowed Sirius to ease him onto the pillows so he was sitting in a comfortable lying position.

Harry was relieved he was with Sirius, and saw Remus come up from behind. He

remembered something about them and Reanna coming to Privet Drive, but he thought it had been

a dream. He could not get the words to ask where he was past his throat though.

"Don't talk." Sirius said. Then he reached behind him and grabbed the extra large glass of

water by Harry's bedside. "Thirsty?" Harry nodded. With Sirius' help he downed the water in two

gulps. Remus quickly conjured up another glass, and Harry again downed this one.

"That enough?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded again.

"Thanks." He whispered croakily. Something on the chair caught his eye. Reanna was fast

asleep, sprawled on it. Sirius chuckled at where his gaze was directed.

"She wore herself out worrying about you. The doctor was here, and Reanna had to tell her

everything that had happened to you because she was the only one who knew. Surprisingly she had

almost no response to Trinity saying that she could not heal muggle injuries completely with magic.

She has grown up in a muggle town so.Of course, Reanna would not let anyone near you at first.

She's very protective." He said, smiling slightly. Harry smiled despite the heat and pain.

"Guard dog." He mumbled under his breath. Sirius smiled.

Remus, who had left earlier, came up just then with a steaming potion in his hands. Sirius

got up and took it from him and set it by Harry's bedside. Harry made a face, he hated potions.

"It is a fever reducing potion. Just take this and you can go back to sleep." Sirius said softly.

Harry nodded and allowed him to help him drink it. "Now, lie down. You need your rest."

Harry obeyed him and settled himself in the soft mattress. The potion had worked, making

it feel as though a fire was being extinguished throughout his body. His throat was cooled, and he

relaxed. It was not hard to drift off to sleep.

"Get out!" Reanna's voice rang sharply and clearly through the house.

Harry slowly processed her voice in his mind. He was still so tired and in so much pain. He

just wanted to drift back off into the wonderful blackness. A pounding heat came bursting onto his

head and he moaned slightly.

"Get out I tell you!" Again, her voice interrupted him. From beside him he heard someone

get up and hurry downstairs.

"But."

"No 'buts' about it! Get out before I call the police!"

"We're here to see Harry, who are you anyway?" Harry recognized that voice as Ron's,

sounding indignant.

"That is none of your business, and how do you know Harry, may I ask?" Reanna snapped.

"That's none of your business!" Ron snapped.

"Well-"

"Reanna!" Sirius cut her off.

"What? I'm keeping whoever these two are." Reanna started crossly.

"We know them Reanna." Sirius explained gently. "Now quiet down or you'll wake Harry."

"Oh." Reanna said in a small voice. "Oops."

Harry groaned again and tried to find his way back to sleep. Man his head hurt. Harry

decided it was too hot to go back to sleep, and tried to kick his covers off. Instantly a searing pain

went through him. He stilled immediately, knowing from previous experience that if he moved it

would hurt. Footsteps came up the stairs and into his room.

"Really Reanna, you are very lucky." Sirius grumbled.

"What do you mean?" Reanna asked.

"One: That I'm a light sleeper; two: Harry obviously is a heavy sleeper; and three: Remus is

still asleep. No, one more. Four: that Ron is as hotheaded as you are." He heard a 'humph!" from

both Ron and Reanna.

"Come on then, you can sit on the chairs." Reanna said, now whispering.

Harry felt a light weight as she sat on the bed, brushing some of his hair out of his face while

she was at it. He decided on pretending to be asleep, so maybe he could drift off while they were \

talking.

"We have to talk quietly, I don't know what Sirius is talking about when he says Harry is a

heavy sleeper." Reanna whispered.

"Well if he was not, he would be awake wondering why the hell you were yelling your lungs

out." Ron said, obviously still cross. After a moment he continued thoughtfully, "Although you are

correct about him being a light sleeper."

"So who are you, anyway, and how do you know Harry?" Harry heard Hermione for the first

time since they had arrived. She sounded obviously upset and worried.

"I might ask you the same thing." Reanna pointed out.

"True." Hermione said. "All right, we are friends from his school. My name is Hermione

Granger, and he is Ron Weasley."

"Oh!" Reanna said quietly, seeming to brighten. "Harry's told me about you. He said you

both have helped him out on several occasions. As for me, I'm Reanna Peirce, his best friend since

before either of us can remember. He says I'm an overprotective guard dog."

"Well, it is true." Harry mumbled from his pillow. Reanna must have jumped because he

felt the pressure leave then come back again.

"You could tell me when you're awake!" She said, acting stern but still having a gentle lull in

her voice.

"Sorry." Harry muttered, opening his eyes. Reanna smiled and helped him sit up.

"Hey Ron, hey Hermione." Harry said, his voice still weak.

"I would hug you if I did not think I was going to hurt you in doing so!" Hermione burst

out, settling for grabbing his hand. Harry smiled slightly despite the overwhelming heat and pain

that was still surrounding him.

"Hey mate." Ron said, smiling shakily. Harry smiled at him as well. "Before I forget, Dad

sent over some candies from the Ministry, watch out though he said there was a rage of rats in his

office where he was keeping them. This one is supposed to help the broken bones. I guess word

leaked out."

"Thanks." Harry said. With Reanna's consent he popped the one into his mouth. It tasted

slightly funny but he supposed it was just because he was sick. Besides, it was supposed to make him

better so it had to have some kind of medicine in it.

Ron's freckled face and red hair were going in and out of focus, and Harry found that he

could not concentrate on Hermione so close up. His head pounded, but he ignored it. Reanna

smiled at them, she seemed to trust them.

"So how long have you been awake, young man?" She asked sternly.

"Since you tried to scare them off." Harry said, his voice was hoarser now. "And don't call

me 'young man' I'm the same age as you, you know. Where are Sirius and Remus?"

"Oh! I almost forgot." Reanna exclaimed, getting up. "For one thing, Remus is still in bed,

he said he does not like full moons. More importantly, though, Sirius told me that if you were to

wake up to give you that medicine." Harry made a face. "Sorry Harry, but although your fever is not

as high as it was, it is still too high for mine or Sirius' comfort." She said. "And you're not focusing

again, which means that your temperature is rising." She looked at him worriedly. "And you are

shivering. Lie down."

Harry obeyed gratefully. He had not wanted to be rude to Ron and Hermione, so he acted

as though he was feeling fine. In truth though, he was feeling nearly as bad as he had been the last

time he had woke up. He should have known that Reanna would read right through him. She

knew him too well.

"How could you tell that?" Hermione asked in surprise as she helped Harry lie down.

Reanna gave him his potion and made him drink it before answering.

"Easy. Every time he goes cross eyed without meaning to I know that things are getting out

of focus. When he has a fever then that means that it is getting higher then normal. Of course,

everyone knows that when someone's shivering increases when they have a fever it means their

temperature is rising. Oh, and also I could feel it. Don't ask about that one, it is a strange

connection we've always had." She explained.

Harry by this time had his eyes closed and was drifting off to sleep. He heard Reanna

starting to talk about something else and inwardly smiled. The soft lull of her voice gently sent him

off to sleep.

When Harry woke up later he was feeling much worse. He barely awoke enough to drink

his potion and then he drifted back off into a feverish sleep. As time went on his condition did not

seem to get any better. He would wake at night delirious and shaken from a nightmare. He did stay

awake for a prolonged period of time for one day feeling hungry, but everything he ate seemed to

come back up again. Sirius and Reanna never left his bedside, and Remus was not much better.

The only time Remus left was to get Harry a potion or to get himself and the others something to

eat.

Reanna had been told everything, Harry had been told. When he was able to stay awake, she

explained how Sirius and Remus had told her everything about magic and their world. He did not

question it, thinking that it was only right for her to know. Besides, she would never tell anyone.

He was told that the doctor came frequently now, but he was never awake to see her. He

overheard Sirius telling Reanna and Remus that he was getting so worried that he was going to ask

the doctor to just stay with them. The doctor did have other patients though, so that seemed

unlikely. However, Harry seemed to be her main patient, and from what he had heard she was as

worried about him as the rest were. Remus told him that she had been Harry's mother's best friend

when they were at school, and was still a good friend of Sirius' and Remus'.

Finally, when Harry's condition seemed at its lowest point, Sirius said that he had been

researching to see if it might be some kind of reaction to the potion he had been drinking. He had

found nothing yet. Harry stayed in a feverish sleep most of the time now, but every hour Reanna

would wake him up. The doctor had said they should do this to make sure he did not go into a

coma. Each time it was getting harder to wake him up.

Harry was having other dreams as well. Alongside the ones about his uncle beating him,

were the ones with Voldemort in them. He could never remember them, though. He just knew it

was about Voldemort because he woke up with his scar hurting.

Harry woke himself up one afternoon, but it was simply because of an extreme pain in his

back. He lay still, not wanting to disturb anyone. He did not know what time it was, so he

supposed that everyone could still be asleep. It was then that he realized there were hushed whispers

around him.

"Shush, you'll wake him." Sirius said softly. "Or worse, you'll wake Reanna."

"Shush yourself, Sirius." Remus said. "Can you think of anything that might have caused

this? It happened right after Ron and Hermione came."

"But Trinity said that it was a double dose, she just did not catch it the first time. He had it

the first time at the Dursley's." Sirius argued. "Besides, he has not had anything to eat, not anything

that he has not thrown up anyway."

"Actually, Sirius, what she said was that the second dose was almost completely full of the

poison, and the first one was almost not noticeable and mistaken for a sickness easily." Remus

sighed. "But you are right, he must have had the first dose at the Dursleys."

"She did not know what the poison was though?" Sirius asked.

"You've asked that already!" Remus said.

"I don't remember." Sirius said meekly. Remus sighed again.

"She said that until we find the person that did this, we will not be able to find the poison.

Whoever that person is, they are the only ones who can cure him." Remus explained patiently.

"Fine. How do we find out who the person is?" Sirius asked, worry creeping back into his

voice. Remus sighed once more.

"That's the hard part."

It was at this point when Harry's scar suddenly erupted into pain. He was immediately

plunged into blackness, unaware that he was crying out in his unconscious state. He heard a high

pitched laugh, and suddenly a room came into view.

"So Lucius, has the poison set in on Potter yet?" Harry recognized the speaker as Lord

Voldemort, just last summer did he return.

"Yes Master." The death eater said, bowing. Harry guessed it was Lucius Malfoy.

"Good. That boy is as good as dead, no one will suspect to look in the ministry for what is

wrong with the boy." Voldemort laughed.

"It was a good plan, My Lord, if I may say so myself." Malfoy said, still kneeling.

"Yes it was Lucius." Voldemort said. Malfoy bowed again and went to leave. "Oh, and

Lucius?" Malfoy turned.

"Yes master?"

"Never distrust my judgment again. Crucio!" Voldemort laughed evilly as Malfoy screamed

and writhed on the floor.

Harry awoke suddenly, sweating and shaking. He remembered nothing of the dream, only

that it was another of Voldemort. His scar was burning on his forehead, and Sirius was holding him

in his arms. His back ached terribly, and his stomach suddenly lurched. His godfather held him

closer, rocking him gently.

"Are you awake?" Sirius asked softly, worry filling his blue eyes.

"Yeah." Harry said hoarsely. He was still shaking as Sirius laid him back under the sheets.

"It was another Voldemort dream, was it not?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded slightly, feeling

weak. "Do you remember anything?" Harry shook his head, settling down in his bed. "Harry, you

have to stay awake to take your potion." Sirius said as Harry closed his eyes. "Harry?"

Harry made a small sound. He was feeling so tired, and sleep sounded so nice to him. He

could hear someone talking to him, maybe shaking him gently. He ignored it and followed the

blackness until he fell asleep.

"He got worse after he ate that candy that Ron gave him." Reanna said, anger growing in her

eyes.

After Harry had drifted off once more Sirius and Remus had to give in and tell her about the poison. She then explained everything that had happened when she was watching Harry with Ron

and Hermione.

"We cannot suspect Ron, he is his best friend." Sirius said gently. Reanna turned on him.

"I don't like him." She stated with fire in her eyes.

"He said it was from the ministry, did he not?" Remus interrupted hastily. "It most likely

came from there."

"Oh, right." Reanna said sheepishly.

"Right, here's what we do." Remus was pacing angrily across the floor. "Sirius, you'll stay

here with Harry, make sure that you wake him up in about forty-five minutes." Reanna made a

sound of protest. "Reanna, you have a job as well. Since Sirius cannot go to the ministry, remember

he is wanted, you'll have to go. I'll go to the Dursleys to see what I can find there."

"Why can I not go and see what I can find at the Dursleys?" Reanna protested.

"One, you're only fifteen years old and that man could hurt you." Remus said. "And two, I

don't trust you to keep your temper. I saw what you are capable of when we got Harry out of that

Hell hole." His eyes were burning.

"And you will keep your temper?" Reanna asked.

"Believe me, the day Remus loses his temper is the day pigs fly and Hell freezes over." Sirius

muttered.

"Do we all understand our jobs?" Remus asked, ignoring Sirius.

"No." Reanna said, looking confused. "What am I supposed to do? Just go snooping around

for clues?"

"No." Remus said. "You should ask people about things; say you're doing a survey on the

ministry for some reason. You can make the rest up."

"Talk to Arthur." Sirius told her.

"All right." Reanna said, looking at her best friend again.

"Come on then, I'll take you to the ministry then I'll head over to the Hellhole." Remus

said, grimacing. "Come on Reanna."

"If anything happens to him, you will be sorry, Sirius!" Reanna called back.

"Don't worry, if anything happens to him I'll kill myself!" Sirius told her.

Reanna stepped into the fire with Remus. The spacious fireplace gave them enough room

for both, and Remus could yell the name. Reanna had learned all about everything magical while

she was with Sirius and Remus. They told her everything after she did something to Vernon. They

both claimed it was magic, and she personally agreed. She had always been fascinated with sorcery

and whatnot.

"Here we are." Remus said as they twirled out of the fireplace.

Reanna looked around. "Right, now what do I do?"

"Just write everything down that seems important, and things that do not seem important.

When they ask why you are not using a Quick Quotes Quill, explain that you think that it takes

things down rather differently. You can start right there, in Arthur Weasley's office. He'll be glad to

help. You do not have to make up the story for him though, tell him what you are really doing."

Remus said hurriedly.

"Right. Good luck Remus." Reanna said.

"Same to you Reanna." Remus said, and he turned back to the flames.

"I'll need it." Reanna muttered as he disappeared. She took a deep breath and knocked on

the door to the office he pointed out.

"Come in." A voice said from inside.

Reanna turned the knob and pushed the door open. She peeked around the door and saw a

balding man with bright red hair and glasses sitting at a desk. He looked as though he was upset at

something, but Reanna could not exactly tell what. He smiled at her as she walked in anyway.

"Hello sir, would you be Mr. Weasley?" She asked timidly. God, the only time she was not

shy around people was when Harry was hurt. She had to change that.

"Yes I am, may I help you?" Mr. Weasley said, forcing a smile wider.

"Yes, I think you can." Reanna said. "See, my name is Reanna Pierce, I'm here for Remus

Lupin, well actually for Harry, but." Mr. Weasley leaped out of his chair and went around his desk

making Reanna jump.

"You're here for Harry?" He asked desperately.

"Yes." Reanna said timidly.

"What's wrong? I knew he was sick and hurt, but why would you need to ask questions of

the ministry." Mr. Weasley looked rather desperate.

"They said to tell the truth." Reanna muttered. She looked at him. "He's been poisoned. It

was slipped in his food, and some of it happened while he was with Remus, another friend, and I.

The only thing he has eaten since he has been away from his earlier guardians is a piece of candy that

a boy sent over. He said his father got it from the people at the ministry." Reanna took a deep

breath.

"Oh god." Mr. Weasley muttered, sitting down on his desk. He put his face in his hands.

"Oh god."

"What, what is it?" Reanna asked, a bit alarmed.

"The boy, Ron, I'm his father. I was worried about Harry, and thought he could do with

some cheering. I bought him a bag of candy and next thing I know everyone is handing me

something to give him. I can't believe I caused that, I can't believe it." Mr. Weasley sounded

extremely upset, but Reanna suddenly hardened.

"You sent the candy?" She asked. It was all she could do to keep from screaming at him.

"You're the one who I was directed to by Remus, and it turns out you're the culprit! I don't need to

go snooping around, I've already accomplished my purpose."

"Wait!" Mr. Weasley said, holding up a hand. "Please, wait. You don't understand, I never

meant to give Harry poisoned food. You do not know how much Harry means to me, how much he

means to my family. My son is his best friend, my wife is like a mother to him, and he's like a son

to me. I would never harm him. It must have come from one of the ministry members, that's the

only way. I assure you, I did not poison him." Reanna looked at him, and calmed. He was telling

the truth.

"I'm sorry, I did not mean to burst out like that, it is just." She said quietly.

"It's alright." Mr. Weasley said. Something twinkled slightly in his eye. "Although, for a

shy little girl you sure can turn into something awful."

"Harry calls me an overprotective guard dog." Reanna said, laughing slightly. The she

sobered, remembering why she was there.

"Right then, why do I not give you a tour, and you can ask questions while you're at it?" Mr.

Weasley asked, getting up.

"That's fine." Reanna said, following him.

"Oh, and watch out for the rats, we've had an infestation." Mr. Weasley said as one

scampered by.

"Who would this be?" A woman asked, smiling at Reanna as she walked by.

"Oh, hello Miss Golden." Mr. Weasley said, stopping.

"Hello Mr. Weasley, what are you up to today?" Miss Golden asked.

"Well, I'm just giving a tour to my little friend here. She wants to interview each member,

just briefly." Mr. Weasley explained.

"Well, I'll be happy to answer any question she has." Miss Golden said.

"Thank you ma'am." Reanna said. It was easier to talk with someone with her. She started

asking question, jotting things down as she went.

"Well, I rarely buy candy, but I did buy some for a sick boy just a week ago." Miss Golden

was saying in answer to Reanna's question.

"Oh really?" Reanna asked, jotting it down. "Out of curiosity, do you keep any rat killer or

bug disinfectant in your office? I'm seeing who keeps organic." She smiled winningly.

"Why no, I don't believe in poisons." Miss Golden said matter-of- factly. "They harm too

much in the environment and in people."

"Thank you Miss Golden." Reanna said.

"Thank you, Reanna." Miss Golden said, and she smiled as she walked away.

"I like her well enough." Reanna said to Mr. Weasley quietly. "She seems trustworthy."

Things went on well enough. Reanna asked basically the same questions of each person,

although they did differ slightly according to the answers that were given. She said the same of each

person, either that they were trustworthy enough, or that they did seem to be guilty. She did dislike

some of the people, such as Avery and Nott, but she said she had a feeling they were too stupid to do

anything like that. She was beginning to give up hope when they met a man in the hall.

"Why, who is this, Arthur?" A cold voice asked. Reanna felt shivers go up her spine and she

spun around defiantly. Looking at them in an amused way was a man Reanna knew she did not

like. His gray eyes had no warmth in them, and his face was pale and proud. His long blond hair

was pulled back into a ponytail, and his lips were a deep red, quite contrasting to his face.

"Why hello, sir." She said as politely as she could. The man sneered.

"Is this another one of your Mudblood friends?" The man asked of Mr. Weasley.

"This is Reanna Pierce, she is doing a little interview of each of the ministry members." Mr.

Weasley said, Reanna noticed how his eyes became cold as he spoke to the man. "Reanna, this is Mr.

Malfoy."

"You're interviewing the ministry members?" Mr. Malfoy asked, smirking. "You do not need

to bother yourself with me."

"But I am sure, Mr. Malfoy, that you are very important in the ministry." Reanna said,

trying to bribe him.

"I am, certainly, and that is why you shall not question me. I will not tolerate it." With that

Mr. Malfoy swept down the hall, his robes billowing behind him. Then he turned and sneered at

her. "And why are you wearing Muggle clothing?" He turned back and went into his office.

"I don't like him." Reanna said, glaring after him.

"None of us do." Mr. Weasley said. "He does hate Harry, but I would not think." He

shook his head. "What am I thinking? Of course he would. You have a suspect."

"Thank you Mr. Weasley, for your help." Reanna said, smiling at the man.

"You're quite welcome, Reanna. Tell Harry I wish him to get better soon. I better not send

anything, you know what happened last time I did that." Mr. Weasley smiled at her then led her to

the fire place. She threw the powder in, and yelled out the name. In an instant she was twirling

through the fire.