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Harry stared into his cereal bowl the next morning.
"Where are you going Dudley?" Petunia questioned.
Dudley stopped midway in the door. "To hang out with my friends- we're having tea this afternoon," he lied.
"Oh, well, I don't know Dudums." Vernon answered. "You've been having tea with them an awful lot."
"Harry's allowed to go with his lot whenever he wants!" Dudley whined.
"Don't be silly! Harry's here all the time!" Petunia exclaimed.
"No he's always going places with his godfather!"
Harry froze as Vernon and Petunia looked over at him.
Vernon scowled. "I thought you said that only happened once."
"Well, he wanted me to go with him-"
"YOU ARE STILL LIVING UNDER OUR ROOF SO YOU WILL DO AS WE TLEL YOU TO! AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SEE THAT GODFATHER OF YOURS ANYMORE!"
"Well Dudley's in a gang!" Harry blurted.
Dudley shook his head and lied, "AM NOT! HARRY'S LYING TO GET OUT OF TROUBLE!"
. "A man named Kignsly Shaklebolt is discussing the Order right now, I see it in my crystal." Voldemort stated. "Don't let them know you're a mudblood, living the life of a muggle across the world. Make them think you're an English muggle living in England, not an English mudblood living the life of a muggle in America. Here is what you'll do-" .
Harry sneaked off to the Redwood Cabin anyway, and found himself seated next to Sirius on the couch five minutes later.
"So, anything new?" Sirius asked.
"No." Harry failed to mention the girl he had seen in the orb.
"About yesterday-"Sirius started.
"I really am sorry."
"I should apologize for getting so angry. As long as you don't go there again, it's alright."
There was knock at the door. "Get that Harry, will you?" Sirius asked.
Harry nodded and opened the door. H egasped. The girl stood at the door.
"Help me please!" she gasped. "Please help me! Someone is trying to kill me!"
"Voldemort."
"Who's there Harry?" Sirius asked, looking toward the door.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself." She held out her hand to Harry. "Melanie Maries."
"Harry Potter." Harry replied, shaking her hand.
Melanie brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm just afraid that's all. I mean, he held a wand to my throat."
"So you know about magic?"
"Yes. But I'm really a muggle."
"Here from London?" Harry asked.
"Yes, actually. But it's beautiful out here in the forest. I fled, I knew Volde- Volde- that person was after me."
"MOLLY!" Sirius shouted. "PUT AN EXTRA PLATE AT THE TABLE!"
"Why don't you come in?" Harry asked, shutting the door behidn her as she stepped inside.
"What a lovely cabin!" she sniffed. "Beautiful!"
"I just hope you're comfortable with magic." Sirius answered. "There's a lot of it here."
"And who are you?" Melanie asked. "I'm Melanie Maries."
"I'd like to remain anonymous." Sirius answered. "But I suppose you could have my first name, Sirius."
"Hello." She said, feeling dizzy, recognizing him as a serial killer. She paused to look at Harry's scar before thinking about what she was getting into.
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"What a delicious dinner!" Melanie exclaimed over a bit of potroast. "Great! Thank you!"
"Why your welcome dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "I'm Mrs. Weasley."
"I'm Melanie Maries." Melanie felt guilty. She was doing something horrible for her father, something horrible.
"When's Ron getting here?" Harry asked.
"He's with Charlie dear, in Romania. He'll be back soon."
"And Hermione?"
"She's with her parents in America, they're on vacation again."
"They do go away a lot." Sirius laughed through a mouthful of bread.
"Where's Mundungus?" Harry asked.
"He and the rest of the Order went somewhere for the day, duty I suppose." Sirius froze and covored his mouth as Mrs. Weasley glared at him.
"It's ok." Melanie said quickly. "I already know about the Order."
"You do?" Sirius asked, amazed. "How?"
"I heard-" What was that man's name that Voldemort told her? "- Kinglsey, as he was called by the other man whom he was talking to, speaking of it."
"Kingsley eh?" Sirius asked.
"Yes." Melanie replied, wondering if Sirius had sensed her hesitation.
"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, changing the subject, to lead the conversation away from deeper secrets, "Do you have a place to stay dear?"
Melanie shook her head. "No Mrs. Weasley."
"Family?"
"Not anymore ma'am. That person whom was trying to kill me murderered my family."
Sirius heard Harry sniff and knew that he should break the silence. "We've all had losses because of him." He gave Harry a comforting look before returning his gaze back to Melanie. "Well, you could stay either here or-"
Mrs. Weasley looked at her sympathetically. "Stay here dear. There's a guest bedroom upstairs."
"Just don't go down into the basement." Harry mumbled.
"That's right." Sirius said loudly. "Harry would know not to now wouldn't he?"
"Got it, no basement." Melanie repeated. She glanced into the corner and saw a broomstick. "WOW! IS THAT A FIREBOLT!?"
All three hosts looked at her curiously.
"I thought you said you were a muggle!" Sirius said suspiciously.
"I-I am. My stepbrother- has one- I mean had one." She lied.
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Laying in the guest bed upstairs, she felt afraid, angry and guilty. These people seemed so nice, and yet she had to be Voldemort's daughter. Voldemort had fallen in love with someone, they had a daughter, then, all that anger at muggles and mudbloods boiled up and he killed the woman he loved because she lied to him, told him that she was a pure blood. Melanie lived alone practically, she lived in an orphanage in America for a while, before running off and living by herself. Then her father had to show up, why!? Now her assignment was to fall in love with an innocent sixteen-year- old boy whom had also lost family to Voldemort.
Harry was certainly a nice boy, she could fall in love with him right? Easily. She sighed and finally fell asleep.
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Harry was back at the Grimmauld Place, wondering why Voldemort was after that girl. The poor girl had lost her family too, and had been fleeing for only she knows how long.
He could hear the Dursleys shouting downstairs about something and sat up in his bed. It was 10:00 at night and they were up, they always went to bed earlier than ten.
He peered down the stairs and had to stifle his own laugh when he saw Dudley hearing a row.
"OUT TILL TEN AT NIGHT!" Vernon screeched.
"It's not htat late."
"TEA I FOR AN HOUR OR TWO IN THE AFTERNOON DUDLEY! IS THERE SOMETHING ELSE GOING ON!?"
"No." Dudley replied.
"IS IT TRUE WHAT HARRY SAID!? BECAUSE THIS IS SURE GANG ACTIVITY!"
Uhoh- they mentioned Harry. Time to run up the stairs, crawl into bed and pretend nothing happened before Dudley would come up after him, which Dudley strangely did not that night.
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Voldemort was fingering his wand, bored, when he spotted a Death Eater filtering into the room. "What is it Bellatrix? And it'd better be good."
"Please master!" she threw herself onto her knees in a low bow. "Spare me! I-I have just received information that Sirius still lives!"
Voldemort's face furrowed into a brow. "Bellatrix, I am certainly disappointed in you. You told me you used Avada Kedevra."
"Well he was moving a lot, and I was gonna use a momentary stun spell that wears off after a few minutes so I'd have time to do it, and I used a momentary stun spell but he lost his footing, I guess surprised, thinking that I had killed him with that spell. You see master, he thought it was Avada Kedevra- and I couldn't go to finish him off because he fell behind this black veil and disappeared."
Voldemort slammed his fist on the table. "THEY'VE STILL STARTED THE ORDER! GO TO THE GRIMMAULD PLACE AND DESTROY IT!"
"Yse sir. But they don't live there anymore sir! I found this out!"
"THEY SOLD IT!?" he roared.
"Well," Bellatrix squeaked, "Yes."
"They don't use it at all!?" he asked more calmly.
"No." she squeaked again.
Voldemort's lips curled into a smile. "Good then, good then."
"Good sir? I thought you would be angry at me."
"That means they're confined to the Redwood Cabins."
"The Redwood Cabins?" Bellatrix asked.
"Yes," Voldemort continued. "That's their current headquarters. They would've been safer off if they'd of used the Grimmauld Place. I can only send Death Eaters into the Grimmauld Place through Kreacher but if Kreacher, that wretched house elf!- is still gone, then there is nothing we can do about it. I suppose though he put similar charms on the Redwood Cabin, but one mistake he made, I can send spies in."
"Yes master." Bellatrix said, releasing her bow.
"Hm. The Grimmauld Place was a very good hideout for the Order. There's many charms that your Uncle put on that house Bellatrix, did you know that?"
"Yes."
"Sirius Black added to those, Bellatrix. He made it so that I could not touch the boy." Voldemort flexed his fingers. "These hands, have eben denyed one thing for so many long years, to kill the boy. Kill the boy and have the finger tips run across the prophecy, to feel the prophecy, to know what it said. Bellatrix, you all failed last year! Every single one of you! Know unless I torture Albus Dumbledore, I'll probably never know."
"He probably told Harry too." Bellatrix offered.
"Yes." Voldemort smiled again. "Most likely. So I get to hear the prophecy and kill the boy in one afternoon?" he asked delicately.
"Yes sir!" Bellatrix replied. "Whatever pleases you master!" "CRUCIO!" Voldemort sighed. "I did tell you to finish off Sirius Black didn't I? Kill one person, that's it! Oh what am I doing!" he took off the curse. "You are a Black, and I would never expect less of you than to fail! You are related to Sirius Black, you are related to an auror as well! The Black family has lost it's glow over the years, hasn't it Bellatrix." "I am no longer a Black, master, she said bravely. "And I never will think of myself as one again. The Black's will never be my family again." "What are you then?" "I'm a Lestrange."
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Melanie woke up to find the sun pouring into her window. She opened the window and the smell of pine trees wafted in with the summer breeze. It was certainly a beautiful place. She heard rustling around below her and went downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley cooking pancakes in the kitchen. "Almost time for breakfast dear," she said. "How did you sleep?"
"Wonderfully, thank you Mrs. Weasley. Mm, I haven't smelled cooking like this in a long while." She said politely. "I know it's going to taste delicious."
"Why thank you dear."
She walked out into the living room to find Sirius playing cards with a- with a ghost? Melanie jumped back slightly in surprise. "Is that a-"
"Blackjack!" Erville called, sweeping up a number of galleons from Sirius..
Sirius glared at him. "I've got the feeling your cheating."
Erville was certainly not to let out the fact that he could see through the cards, being a ghost.
"A ghost?" Melanie asked. "Is that a real live ghost?"
"A real dead one, don't you mean." Sirius replied. "A real, cheatin' dead one."
Erville grinned and shuffled the deck.
"I get to shuffle this time!" Sirius snapped, grabbing the cards from him. "I'll be dealer you idiot! You cheater! You're exactly the type of guy they kick out of the casinos every day!"
Erville shrugged. "Course I can't exactly walk into one, being dead and all."
"I think I've figured out how you died!" Sirius growled angrily. "I think someone caught you cheating!"
"Did not!" Erville replied.
Melanie sighed and walked back up the stairs to change in her normal clothes, instead of frog pajamas. She put on some jeans and a blue shirt before brushing her hair and going back down the stairs to find that Sirius and the ghost were now glaring at each other from separate sides of the room.
"Breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley called.
Sirius and Melanie went toward the kitchen (try to remember that Erville is aghost and cannot eat).
"Delicious pancakes!" Melanie said, taking small, polite bites. She looked a bti disgusted when she saw Sirius practically pouring the syrup into his mouth. Mrs. Weasley stepped on his foot under the table to let him know to stop it, so Sirius dropped the syrup bottle and started screaming at how hot it was, now splashed allover his robes and skin, while cursing at Mrs. Weasley at the same time.
"I'm terribly sorry dear." Mrs. Weasley said a few moments later to Melanie, "but I'm afraid our normal mornings are a bit-"
Harry suddenly stepped into the room. "Good morning everybody!"
"I'm going to go take a shower." Sirius muttered, tryign to squeeze the sticky substace out of his hair.
"Wow, what happened to you Sirius? It looks like a pancake hit you over the head."
Melanie laughed, making Harry smile. Surprising himself, Harry finalkly offered, "I'm going to go play cards with Erville, you can join us if you'd like Melanie. It takes more than two to playa good game of poker."
"Careful," Sirius spat angrily. "Erville cheats."
Mrs. Weasley glared at him. "No! No! No! I don't want them gambling-"
"Don't play for money than kids. Besides- to Erville you'll lose it all." Sirius grinned and walked up the stairs.
"Why don't we just play chess or a board game or something then if Mrs. Weasley is so uncomfortable?"
"I'll introduce you to wizards chess." Harry replied, grinning. "He took her over to a chess board that was set up. "Do you know how to play regular chess?"
"Oh, I'm very good actually."
"Good, then just watch the pieces after you make a move. They come to life." Harry shrugged at her (fake) astonished face.
"Wow!" she said. "Amazing!" (She'd really played it before- wizards chess, wow was she a good actress.)
-having a moment here- ok- im sitting here at my computer laughing at these lines because some of themr emind me of jokes and stuff so im sitting here cracking up. ok, I need to take a break from this my ribs hurt. Ok, break over. Im hungri for breakfast myself. Lol ok anyway- .
Mrs. Black spoke with Phineas that morning, when she dropped into his portrait. "Have you seen my dearest Kreacher?" she asked.
"No." Phineas replied shortly.
"Oh please! Help me find my Kreacher!"
"Aires, I don't know where he is! That house elf has been driving me mad!"
"He was a good house elf!" she spat angrily. "A very good house elf!"
"Indeed." Phineas replied, shuffling his feet. "You'd better get back to your own portrait before the Dursleys come back to you gone."
"How is this boy behaving in here?" Mrs. Black asked, peering over at a sleeping Dudley.
"Wretched." Phineas muttered. "Makes me miss Harry and all of his running away attempts, as if those weren't frustrating enough."
"Oh, you poor, poor thing." She replied, although she meant not a word of it.
"just go Aires!" Phineas snapped, sensing what she was thinking.
"Alright!" she sighed. "I'm going."
She peered down the stairs from a portrait at the top.
"Hello madam." the man in the picture said politely, kissing her hand.
She smacked him. "Get over it George."
The man straightened up. "Yes mistress."
George was always a portrait, never an actually human, and Mrs. Black had never even slightly taken a liking to him, even though he was perfectly well-mannered, always bowign to her as she zoomed past, on her way back from Phineas's portrait.
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Neville sat in his room, reading a book when his grandmother came in. "Neville dear?" she asked. "Are you alright?"
"Fine grandmum."
"You don't sound fine. You said sad."
Neville turned away as she felt his forehead. "You don't feel sick."
"I just, about last year-"
"It's always about what ahppened last year, you poor dear. Why don't you go lile down for a while and I'll get you something to eat, you've barely eaten at all."
Neville sighed. "I want to go see Harry, he's the only person who I can talk to."
"Nonesense." His grandmother said gently, sitting on the bed next to him. "You can always talk to me."
"No grandmum."
She looked slightly hurt but waited for her grandson to rseume speakinga gain.
"I-I mean, I always can, but about this- very few would understand."
"I can't let you see Harry during the summer, only at school." She said firmly. "I can't stop you talking with him at school, but at home I can. That boy nearly led you to get killed last year. I'm sorry Neville, but I can't."
Neville turned away and hid his face in his book as his grandmother kissed him on the cheek and left the room.
As soon as she shut the door behind her he sat up and stared out the window. Not a very long climb down was it? He could get to Harry, wherever he was, surely, right? He paused. But he had no idea where Harry was.
He thought for a little while before finally standing up and saying, "I just have to get away from here. I'll go stay at my mum's uncle's old house- or something." He stood up, took his trunk, and sneaked out of the room toward the fireplace in the second floor study across from his room. He dragged it in there, whispered where he wanted to go and disappeared. He needed to find Harry, even if it took searching every house. He wanted someone to talk to, but his grandmother was watching the owl systems. The only one he knew would understand was Harry. He knew deep down inside that, since Harry and him shared the same birthday, and were born at the exact same second, that Voldemort had thought about killing him too. When he thought about it logically, it made no sense, but he couldn't wash away the feeling, that feeling that sent prickles up and down his spine, the thought of being murdered.
"It could have been me." Neville said to himself.
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Harry stared into his cereal bowl the next morning.
"Where are you going Dudley?" Petunia questioned.
Dudley stopped midway in the door. "To hang out with my friends- we're having tea this afternoon," he lied.
"Oh, well, I don't know Dudums." Vernon answered. "You've been having tea with them an awful lot."
"Harry's allowed to go with his lot whenever he wants!" Dudley whined.
"Don't be silly! Harry's here all the time!" Petunia exclaimed.
"No he's always going places with his godfather!"
Harry froze as Vernon and Petunia looked over at him.
Vernon scowled. "I thought you said that only happened once."
"Well, he wanted me to go with him-"
"YOU ARE STILL LIVING UNDER OUR ROOF SO YOU WILL DO AS WE TLEL YOU TO! AND YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO SEE THAT GODFATHER OF YOURS ANYMORE!"
"Well Dudley's in a gang!" Harry blurted.
Dudley shook his head and lied, "AM NOT! HARRY'S LYING TO GET OUT OF TROUBLE!"
. "A man named Kignsly Shaklebolt is discussing the Order right now, I see it in my crystal." Voldemort stated. "Don't let them know you're a mudblood, living the life of a muggle across the world. Make them think you're an English muggle living in England, not an English mudblood living the life of a muggle in America. Here is what you'll do-" .
Harry sneaked off to the Redwood Cabin anyway, and found himself seated next to Sirius on the couch five minutes later.
"So, anything new?" Sirius asked.
"No." Harry failed to mention the girl he had seen in the orb.
"About yesterday-"Sirius started.
"I really am sorry."
"I should apologize for getting so angry. As long as you don't go there again, it's alright."
There was knock at the door. "Get that Harry, will you?" Sirius asked.
Harry nodded and opened the door. H egasped. The girl stood at the door.
"Help me please!" she gasped. "Please help me! Someone is trying to kill me!"
"Voldemort."
"Who's there Harry?" Sirius asked, looking toward the door.
"Forgive me for not introducing myself." She held out her hand to Harry. "Melanie Maries."
"Harry Potter." Harry replied, shaking her hand.
Melanie brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm just afraid that's all. I mean, he held a wand to my throat."
"So you know about magic?"
"Yes. But I'm really a muggle."
"Here from London?" Harry asked.
"Yes, actually. But it's beautiful out here in the forest. I fled, I knew Volde- Volde- that person was after me."
"MOLLY!" Sirius shouted. "PUT AN EXTRA PLATE AT THE TABLE!"
"Why don't you come in?" Harry asked, shutting the door behidn her as she stepped inside.
"What a lovely cabin!" she sniffed. "Beautiful!"
"I just hope you're comfortable with magic." Sirius answered. "There's a lot of it here."
"And who are you?" Melanie asked. "I'm Melanie Maries."
"I'd like to remain anonymous." Sirius answered. "But I suppose you could have my first name, Sirius."
"Hello." She said, feeling dizzy, recognizing him as a serial killer. She paused to look at Harry's scar before thinking about what she was getting into.
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"What a delicious dinner!" Melanie exclaimed over a bit of potroast. "Great! Thank you!"
"Why your welcome dear!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. "I'm Mrs. Weasley."
"I'm Melanie Maries." Melanie felt guilty. She was doing something horrible for her father, something horrible.
"When's Ron getting here?" Harry asked.
"He's with Charlie dear, in Romania. He'll be back soon."
"And Hermione?"
"She's with her parents in America, they're on vacation again."
"They do go away a lot." Sirius laughed through a mouthful of bread.
"Where's Mundungus?" Harry asked.
"He and the rest of the Order went somewhere for the day, duty I suppose." Sirius froze and covored his mouth as Mrs. Weasley glared at him.
"It's ok." Melanie said quickly. "I already know about the Order."
"You do?" Sirius asked, amazed. "How?"
"I heard-" What was that man's name that Voldemort told her? "- Kinglsey, as he was called by the other man whom he was talking to, speaking of it."
"Kingsley eh?" Sirius asked.
"Yes." Melanie replied, wondering if Sirius had sensed her hesitation.
"Well," Mrs. Weasley said, changing the subject, to lead the conversation away from deeper secrets, "Do you have a place to stay dear?"
Melanie shook her head. "No Mrs. Weasley."
"Family?"
"Not anymore ma'am. That person whom was trying to kill me murderered my family."
Sirius heard Harry sniff and knew that he should break the silence. "We've all had losses because of him." He gave Harry a comforting look before returning his gaze back to Melanie. "Well, you could stay either here or-"
Mrs. Weasley looked at her sympathetically. "Stay here dear. There's a guest bedroom upstairs."
"Just don't go down into the basement." Harry mumbled.
"That's right." Sirius said loudly. "Harry would know not to now wouldn't he?"
"Got it, no basement." Melanie repeated. She glanced into the corner and saw a broomstick. "WOW! IS THAT A FIREBOLT!?"
All three hosts looked at her curiously.
"I thought you said you were a muggle!" Sirius said suspiciously.
"I-I am. My stepbrother- has one- I mean had one." She lied.
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Laying in the guest bed upstairs, she felt afraid, angry and guilty. These people seemed so nice, and yet she had to be Voldemort's daughter. Voldemort had fallen in love with someone, they had a daughter, then, all that anger at muggles and mudbloods boiled up and he killed the woman he loved because she lied to him, told him that she was a pure blood. Melanie lived alone practically, she lived in an orphanage in America for a while, before running off and living by herself. Then her father had to show up, why!? Now her assignment was to fall in love with an innocent sixteen-year- old boy whom had also lost family to Voldemort.
Harry was certainly a nice boy, she could fall in love with him right? Easily. She sighed and finally fell asleep.
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Harry was back at the Grimmauld Place, wondering why Voldemort was after that girl. The poor girl had lost her family too, and had been fleeing for only she knows how long.
He could hear the Dursleys shouting downstairs about something and sat up in his bed. It was 10:00 at night and they were up, they always went to bed earlier than ten.
He peered down the stairs and had to stifle his own laugh when he saw Dudley hearing a row.
"OUT TILL TEN AT NIGHT!" Vernon screeched.
"It's not htat late."
"TEA I FOR AN HOUR OR TWO IN THE AFTERNOON DUDLEY! IS THERE SOMETHING ELSE GOING ON!?"
"No." Dudley replied.
"IS IT TRUE WHAT HARRY SAID!? BECAUSE THIS IS SURE GANG ACTIVITY!"
Uhoh- they mentioned Harry. Time to run up the stairs, crawl into bed and pretend nothing happened before Dudley would come up after him, which Dudley strangely did not that night.
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Voldemort was fingering his wand, bored, when he spotted a Death Eater filtering into the room. "What is it Bellatrix? And it'd better be good."
"Please master!" she threw herself onto her knees in a low bow. "Spare me! I-I have just received information that Sirius still lives!"
Voldemort's face furrowed into a brow. "Bellatrix, I am certainly disappointed in you. You told me you used Avada Kedevra."
"Well he was moving a lot, and I was gonna use a momentary stun spell that wears off after a few minutes so I'd have time to do it, and I used a momentary stun spell but he lost his footing, I guess surprised, thinking that I had killed him with that spell. You see master, he thought it was Avada Kedevra- and I couldn't go to finish him off because he fell behind this black veil and disappeared."
Voldemort slammed his fist on the table. "THEY'VE STILL STARTED THE ORDER! GO TO THE GRIMMAULD PLACE AND DESTROY IT!"
"Yse sir. But they don't live there anymore sir! I found this out!"
"THEY SOLD IT!?" he roared.
"Well," Bellatrix squeaked, "Yes."
"They don't use it at all!?" he asked more calmly.
"No." she squeaked again.
Voldemort's lips curled into a smile. "Good then, good then."
"Good sir? I thought you would be angry at me."
"That means they're confined to the Redwood Cabins."
"The Redwood Cabins?" Bellatrix asked.
"Yes," Voldemort continued. "That's their current headquarters. They would've been safer off if they'd of used the Grimmauld Place. I can only send Death Eaters into the Grimmauld Place through Kreacher but if Kreacher, that wretched house elf!- is still gone, then there is nothing we can do about it. I suppose though he put similar charms on the Redwood Cabin, but one mistake he made, I can send spies in."
"Yes master." Bellatrix said, releasing her bow.
"Hm. The Grimmauld Place was a very good hideout for the Order. There's many charms that your Uncle put on that house Bellatrix, did you know that?"
"Yes."
"Sirius Black added to those, Bellatrix. He made it so that I could not touch the boy." Voldemort flexed his fingers. "These hands, have eben denyed one thing for so many long years, to kill the boy. Kill the boy and have the finger tips run across the prophecy, to feel the prophecy, to know what it said. Bellatrix, you all failed last year! Every single one of you! Know unless I torture Albus Dumbledore, I'll probably never know."
"He probably told Harry too." Bellatrix offered.
"Yes." Voldemort smiled again. "Most likely. So I get to hear the prophecy and kill the boy in one afternoon?" he asked delicately.
"Yes sir!" Bellatrix replied. "Whatever pleases you master!" "CRUCIO!" Voldemort sighed. "I did tell you to finish off Sirius Black didn't I? Kill one person, that's it! Oh what am I doing!" he took off the curse. "You are a Black, and I would never expect less of you than to fail! You are related to Sirius Black, you are related to an auror as well! The Black family has lost it's glow over the years, hasn't it Bellatrix." "I am no longer a Black, master, she said bravely. "And I never will think of myself as one again. The Black's will never be my family again." "What are you then?" "I'm a Lestrange."
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Melanie woke up to find the sun pouring into her window. She opened the window and the smell of pine trees wafted in with the summer breeze. It was certainly a beautiful place. She heard rustling around below her and went downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley cooking pancakes in the kitchen. "Almost time for breakfast dear," she said. "How did you sleep?"
"Wonderfully, thank you Mrs. Weasley. Mm, I haven't smelled cooking like this in a long while." She said politely. "I know it's going to taste delicious."
"Why thank you dear."
She walked out into the living room to find Sirius playing cards with a- with a ghost? Melanie jumped back slightly in surprise. "Is that a-"
"Blackjack!" Erville called, sweeping up a number of galleons from Sirius..
Sirius glared at him. "I've got the feeling your cheating."
Erville was certainly not to let out the fact that he could see through the cards, being a ghost.
"A ghost?" Melanie asked. "Is that a real live ghost?"
"A real dead one, don't you mean." Sirius replied. "A real, cheatin' dead one."
Erville grinned and shuffled the deck.
"I get to shuffle this time!" Sirius snapped, grabbing the cards from him. "I'll be dealer you idiot! You cheater! You're exactly the type of guy they kick out of the casinos every day!"
Erville shrugged. "Course I can't exactly walk into one, being dead and all."
"I think I've figured out how you died!" Sirius growled angrily. "I think someone caught you cheating!"
"Did not!" Erville replied.
Melanie sighed and walked back up the stairs to change in her normal clothes, instead of frog pajamas. She put on some jeans and a blue shirt before brushing her hair and going back down the stairs to find that Sirius and the ghost were now glaring at each other from separate sides of the room.
"Breakfast!" Mrs. Weasley called.
Sirius and Melanie went toward the kitchen (try to remember that Erville is aghost and cannot eat).
"Delicious pancakes!" Melanie said, taking small, polite bites. She looked a bti disgusted when she saw Sirius practically pouring the syrup into his mouth. Mrs. Weasley stepped on his foot under the table to let him know to stop it, so Sirius dropped the syrup bottle and started screaming at how hot it was, now splashed allover his robes and skin, while cursing at Mrs. Weasley at the same time.
"I'm terribly sorry dear." Mrs. Weasley said a few moments later to Melanie, "but I'm afraid our normal mornings are a bit-"
Harry suddenly stepped into the room. "Good morning everybody!"
"I'm going to go take a shower." Sirius muttered, tryign to squeeze the sticky substace out of his hair.
"Wow, what happened to you Sirius? It looks like a pancake hit you over the head."
Melanie laughed, making Harry smile. Surprising himself, Harry finalkly offered, "I'm going to go play cards with Erville, you can join us if you'd like Melanie. It takes more than two to playa good game of poker."
"Careful," Sirius spat angrily. "Erville cheats."
Mrs. Weasley glared at him. "No! No! No! I don't want them gambling-"
"Don't play for money than kids. Besides- to Erville you'll lose it all." Sirius grinned and walked up the stairs.
"Why don't we just play chess or a board game or something then if Mrs. Weasley is so uncomfortable?"
"I'll introduce you to wizards chess." Harry replied, grinning. "He took her over to a chess board that was set up. "Do you know how to play regular chess?"
"Oh, I'm very good actually."
"Good, then just watch the pieces after you make a move. They come to life." Harry shrugged at her (fake) astonished face.
"Wow!" she said. "Amazing!" (She'd really played it before- wizards chess, wow was she a good actress.)
-having a moment here- ok- im sitting here at my computer laughing at these lines because some of themr emind me of jokes and stuff so im sitting here cracking up. ok, I need to take a break from this my ribs hurt. Ok, break over. Im hungri for breakfast myself. Lol ok anyway- .
Mrs. Black spoke with Phineas that morning, when she dropped into his portrait. "Have you seen my dearest Kreacher?" she asked.
"No." Phineas replied shortly.
"Oh please! Help me find my Kreacher!"
"Aires, I don't know where he is! That house elf has been driving me mad!"
"He was a good house elf!" she spat angrily. "A very good house elf!"
"Indeed." Phineas replied, shuffling his feet. "You'd better get back to your own portrait before the Dursleys come back to you gone."
"How is this boy behaving in here?" Mrs. Black asked, peering over at a sleeping Dudley.
"Wretched." Phineas muttered. "Makes me miss Harry and all of his running away attempts, as if those weren't frustrating enough."
"Oh, you poor, poor thing." She replied, although she meant not a word of it.
"just go Aires!" Phineas snapped, sensing what she was thinking.
"Alright!" she sighed. "I'm going."
She peered down the stairs from a portrait at the top.
"Hello madam." the man in the picture said politely, kissing her hand.
She smacked him. "Get over it George."
The man straightened up. "Yes mistress."
George was always a portrait, never an actually human, and Mrs. Black had never even slightly taken a liking to him, even though he was perfectly well-mannered, always bowign to her as she zoomed past, on her way back from Phineas's portrait.
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Neville sat in his room, reading a book when his grandmother came in. "Neville dear?" she asked. "Are you alright?"
"Fine grandmum."
"You don't sound fine. You said sad."
Neville turned away as she felt his forehead. "You don't feel sick."
"I just, about last year-"
"It's always about what ahppened last year, you poor dear. Why don't you go lile down for a while and I'll get you something to eat, you've barely eaten at all."
Neville sighed. "I want to go see Harry, he's the only person who I can talk to."
"Nonesense." His grandmother said gently, sitting on the bed next to him. "You can always talk to me."
"No grandmum."
She looked slightly hurt but waited for her grandson to rseume speakinga gain.
"I-I mean, I always can, but about this- very few would understand."
"I can't let you see Harry during the summer, only at school." She said firmly. "I can't stop you talking with him at school, but at home I can. That boy nearly led you to get killed last year. I'm sorry Neville, but I can't."
Neville turned away and hid his face in his book as his grandmother kissed him on the cheek and left the room.
As soon as she shut the door behind her he sat up and stared out the window. Not a very long climb down was it? He could get to Harry, wherever he was, surely, right? He paused. But he had no idea where Harry was.
He thought for a little while before finally standing up and saying, "I just have to get away from here. I'll go stay at my mum's uncle's old house- or something." He stood up, took his trunk, and sneaked out of the room toward the fireplace in the second floor study across from his room. He dragged it in there, whispered where he wanted to go and disappeared. He needed to find Harry, even if it took searching every house. He wanted someone to talk to, but his grandmother was watching the owl systems. The only one he knew would understand was Harry. He knew deep down inside that, since Harry and him shared the same birthday, and were born at the exact same second, that Voldemort had thought about killing him too. When he thought about it logically, it made no sense, but he couldn't wash away the feeling, that feeling that sent prickles up and down his spine, the thought of being murdered.
"It could have been me." Neville said to himself.
Im sorry there isnt a good cliffhanger right there, but ya. Please review and tell me wat u think so I know its worth writing more.