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I know it's sad, but true.
Anything you recognize
Belongs to You-Know-Who
A/N: This is it. The last chapter. It's funny ~ I didn't think when I was writing this that the end would ever come, but when I put the pen down, the reality hit me. I closed my notebook and felt oddly alone ~ That is until I picked up another notebook the next week and began working on the sequel! Okay, I'll stop now so you can get started. Let the end begin!
~ Chapter 24 ~
"C'mon, Severus, we're going to be late!" Angeline placed her suitcase on the floor of the dungeon and looked at her pocket watch.
The train was due to leave the station in less than thirty minutes and Angeline was beginning to wonder if Snape was backing out of going to Ollivanders with her. Seconds later, however, Snape emerged from his room with a disturbed look on his face.
"Well, what's the matter?"
"I haven't been on a ~ vacation ~ in a long time," he answered as he picked up both of their luggage.
"It will do you good to take a break. Don't you miss your own bed in your own house?"
Angeline noticed that seemed to become distant. "I haven't even set foot in my house for ~ five and a half years," he said flatly.
Angeline wanted to ask him more, but decided to respect his mood. If there was one thing she had learned that year, it was that Snape did not like to have his private thoughts interrogated. She knew that he would explain his past when he was ready.
The train station was buzzing with movement as luggage was loaded, good- byes were said, and summer visits were planned.
"Did you ever have a chance to talk to Ms. Angeline?" Ron asked Hermione as they walked towards the door of their compartment.
"Yes. It took me a while though. She apologized and said she had just had a lot on her mind."
"That's understandable," Harry offered as he sat down rather hard on the seat.
"Are you feeling alright, Harry?" Hermione questioned quietly. "You've been acting a little funny since we left the school."
"No, I'm fine. I'm just not looking forward to being back at the Dursley's again." It was true enough, Harry thought. Sirius had left with Dumbledore and Lupin back in May, and Harry had begun to wonder if he was ever going to have a chance to get to really know his godfather. On top of that, he had an underlying feeling all day that something just wasn't right. As the train began to move, Harry saw Snape and Angeline walk by the door.
"Ms. Angeline!" Hermione squealed upon seeing her. "Would you like to join us? There's plenty of room."
Angeline smiled warmly at all of them. She could feel Snape silently screaming 'no' in her mind. "Thank you, Hermione, but Professor Snape and I have some things to work on." She leaned in and whispered so that Snape couldn't hear her. "I don't think Severus is quite ready for that much socialization yet. I barely managed to get him out of the castle this morning as it was." Hermione giggled as Angeline resumed her place next to Snape. "I am looking forward to meeting your parents. Shall we have dinner tonight?"
"Yes. I believe we are staying in town tonight, so you'll have plenty of time to get to know one another."
"Splendid. I shall meet you outside of ~ What was the name of that place, Severus?"
"The Leaky Cauldron," Snape answered dully.
"Oh, right, say around seven."
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The train slowed to a stop in the station and everyone slowly disembarked and were greeted by friends and relatives. Snape held his hand out to help Angeline off the platform. She was no longer using her crutches, but she still had a bit of a limp from the blue, bendable cast that she wore under her muggle clothing. Several students stared at Snape in disbelief as they walked by him. Angeline realized that it must be odd for them to see him in muggle attire. She allowed herself an amused look but did not meet Snape's gaze. He felt unsettled enough without having her laughing at him.
Ron and Hermione got off the train and were immediately accosted by Mrs. Weasley who had been fawning over Fred, George, and Ginny. Harry stepped off a second later looking a little more pale than usual. "Oh, Harry, dear, what is wrong? You don't look like you feel well. Are you sick?" The questions rolled out as she hugged Harry and felt his forehead.
"I'll be fine, Mrs. Weasley. Probably just too many Bertie Botts on the train."
When everyone had exited to the muggle world, Harry looked about for the Dursleys, but they were no where in sight. He felt nauseous and wished that he could lie down. Seconds later his scar began to burn. "Perfect," he thought to himself. "What's next?"
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Angeline and Snape entered into the tiny, old wand shop a little after six o' clock. A kindly looking gentleman appeared from behind a row of wands in the back of the store. As he approached Angeline, a curious smile swept across his face. "Ah, Miss Angeline Atwood. I have been expecting you. Albus told me about the incidents leading to your wand destruction, but I'm sure we will find something that suits you. I just need to get your measurements."
As the man set about his task, a feeling of apprehension filled her. Mr. Ollivander disappeared and came back seconds later with an armful of small boxes. He pulled a wand out of one box and handed it to her. "Go ahead," he said smiling.
Twenty wands later, nothing had even so much as exploded, and Angeline felt despair creep into her heart.
"It was worth a try," she sighed as Ollivander disappeared again.
Snape, who had remained silent through the entire ordeal, moved toward her and spoke. "You still have powers. You just need to reach a little further inside you to bring them out."
"Try this one," Ollivander said. "I have a feeling you will find it to your liking. I could kick myself for not thinking of it before."
Angeline inhaled deeply and the exhaled. As she took the wand, it felt warm in her hand, and her confidence returned. The warmth was something she had experienced when she bought her first wand. She held her breath and waved the wand. A beautiful array of lights shot about the room and illuminated everything all the way to the street.
When the light subsided, Ollivander removed his hand from his eyes. "Excellent! Nine and-a-half inch, oak, Dragon Heart Strings. This type of wand can only be used by a powerful witch or wizard. It is particularly good for healing charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ which should come in handy."
Angeline blushed. "You read my article in the Daily Prophet."
"Yes, although it came as no surprise to me. I'm afraid the Minister is quite furious though." Ollivander smiled and laughed. "I don't think he's ever had anyone quite so blunt and ~ defiant as you before. Of course, everyone still has their own opinion as to the return He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named or lack thereof."
Angeline nodded. A clock chimed from outside and she jumped. "Oh no ~ we're going to be late! Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," she said as she laid the money down for the wand and dragged Snape out the door.
"C'mon, I promised I'd be there at seven."
Snape had a disgusted look on his face. "I want you to know that ever thread of my being is opposed to this."
"It won't be that bad, Severus."
"Maybe not for you, but I despise ~" Snape's words were cut short as he saw not only Hermione and her parents, but also the Weasleys and ~ Potter. "No," he said firmly.
"You can't walk off and leave me here ~"
"Yes, I can~" he started, but it was too late. He allowed Angeline to pull him numbly and irritably towards the smiling crowd.
Angeline could have sworn that she heard Snape mumble, "You will pay dearly for this," but she brushed it off with a playful amusement. Now that she knew she still had powers, nothing was going to ruin her evening; not even the grumbling mass that escorted her.
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It was getting late and everyone stood to exit the restaurant. Luckily, much to everyone's relief, dinner had gone rather smoothly. Angeline had spent most of the evening talking to Hermione's parents while every now and again smiling sweetly across the table at Snape, who had hardly said anything. Angeline decided he was the most self-restrained man she knew when a crowd was present.
Harry had felt slightly better during dinner and managed to eat a small amount of his food. He had elected for the most part to remain silent throughout the meal.
As everyone entered the street, Mrs. Weasley spoke to Harry. "I suppose we should use the floo to see if your aunt and uncle are just being irresponsible this year." The Dursleys had been unmercifully cruel over the years, but they had never before simply forgotten him. "Come, dear. I'll go with you. I'd like to have a word with them."
Harry said good bye to everyone and followed Mrs. Weasley back into the restaurant to use the fireplace.
As he stepped into the fire, he felt his scar burn intensely. He rubbed at it absentmindedly and wondered if it was simply reacting because of what Uncle Vernon would say when they tracked ashes onto the carpet.
The lights in the hallway were off, but Harry saw a light in the living room, so he proceeded in that direction with Mrs. Weasley behind him. The sight that awaited them in the living room was worse than any muggle horror movie.
Mrs. Weasley's knees gave out and she knelt on the ground and clasped her hands to her mouth to stifle the scream that was rising in her throat. From outside the window, she could see the Dark Mark floating in the air.
The three had not been dead long, as the blood that was spattered on the walls and the carpet was not completely dried. Harry's face went pale as he looked at the bodies of his aunt, uncle and cousin. He had never liked the way the Dursleys had treated him, but he had never wanted this to happen. It was obvious they had been tortured before they were killed. Harry's nausea hit again and he vomited in the corner near the stairs. He stood and the room swam around him. Instantly the burning in his scar blinded him. He looked at the horribly mangled faces of his last living relatives and felt a fury of angst swell within him.
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"Did you feel that?" Hermione whispered to Ron.
Ron's eyes widened. "Yeah."
"Something's seriously wrong," she said with growing urgency.
"What are you two talking about?" Angeline questioned "What's the ~" before she could finish, screaming was heard as the Dark Mark appeared in the air.
"You all stay here!" Snape commanded as he ran in the direction of the glowing green specter. Angeline urged everyone into the shadows. Hermione's parents looked confused and terrified.
"It's okay, mum. We'll be alright," Hermione offered, sounding much more certain than she felt.
Fifteen minutes later, Snape returned slightly flushed. "The just hit one of the Daily Prophet's offices ~ There were three Aurors inside. They were killed instantly." Snape caught his breath. "The other Aurors were on their way when I left."
"Mum! What is it?" Fred grabbed his mother's arm to steady her. She was as pale as a ghost and had tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words did not come out.
"Mum, where's Harry?" Ron asked in a panicked tone. She managed to shake and point.
"Right ~ r-right behind ~ me."
Snape and Angeline darted into the restaurant just in time to see Harry step out of the fireplace.
"Harry," Angeline reached her out to his shoulder.
"Mr. Potter," Snape hissed, his black eyes glittering, "would you mind kindly telling us what is going on?"
The images of their tortured faces flashed through his mind. His stomach lurched, and he grabbed a chair to steady himself. "They're dead ~ tortured ~" Harry didn't want to say anymore. His entire body was numb.
Snape disappeared into the fire. When he came back out, he looked at Harry with a hint of understanding. "Something happened to your secret-keeper, and Voldemort found their house. He could never have touched it unless your keeper told someone."
They went outside and Mrs. Weasley threw her arms around Harry. "I'm so sorry, dear ~ It should never have ~" she sniffed, "~ you should never have seen it."
"What do we do now?" Ron asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
"You can come stay with us, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said softly.
"I'm afraid he won't be safe there," Angeline interjected. "And your family would not be able to stop Voldemort's attacks."
"Well, what then?" George piped up. "We can't just stand around here like this all night. There are probably Death Eaters everywhere."
Snape crossed his arms and sighed slightly. "I suggest that you all go on vacation immediately, and do not tell anyone where you have gone. I am sure that you will be reachable if necessary. As far as Voldemort knows, Mr. Potter has gotten a ride to his house and is on his way alone."
"But where will he stay, Professor Snape?" Mrs. Weasley asked shakily.
"For now, in the last place Voldemort would think of looking. I suggest we depart immediately. Come, Mr. Potter."
Harry moved away from his friends to follow Snape and Angeline. He took one last look over his shoulder and mentally said good bye to them all. Angeline placed her arm around him.
She wanted more than anything to take his pain away, but she knew that was something that only time could manage.
"Are you ready?" Snape asked. He wished that the task at hand had not fallen in his lap, but with Dumbledore away on business, it seemed quite unavoidable.
Angeline still wasn't ready to apparate or disapparate on her own again this early on, but she knew that Severus could safely handle all three of them if she helped, and if they went in short distances. She took Snape's hand and kept her arm tightly around Harry, and they disappeared into the darkness.
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FIN
A/N: You've made it! I apologize for ending on a dark note, but as you all know, Harry's summers have a way of turning out depressing no matter how happy they start out.
Thank you, everyone, who has stayed with the story. If I've entertained even one of you, then my effort was worth it. I promise not to dawdle too much in working on book two, which at the moment is without a title. (Why is that the hardest part of writing? Titles are impossible!) When I do come up with something suitable, and if I'm encouraged by a few more reviews (hint, hint), then I'll post the first chapter of book two. If you're dying to know, here's a bit of what to expect within the first half of the book:
* Harry's new hiding location (okay, that was probably a given)
* A rather large Weasley problem
* Fight scenes galore
* What DID happen to Harry's secret keeper?
* My personal favorite: The newest thorn in Snape's side. Heheh, I absolutely LOVED writing that one ~ And hopefully you'll love reading it! Calliope, if you're out there (and I know you are ~ You hide in shadows!) this one's for you!
Now, just click that little review button down there. I'll even throw in a few points to the house of your choice if you can make a few correct guesses as to the answers to any of the above mentioned statements. (i.e. where Harry will be, what the Weasley problem is, and who the secret keeper is/was).
I'm going to attempt to rewrite some of the second book in order to incorporate some of OoTP into the story. It'll just be a year off.
THANK YOU ALL! And, as always,
Cheers!
I know it's sad, but true.
Anything you recognize
Belongs to You-Know-Who
A/N: This is it. The last chapter. It's funny ~ I didn't think when I was writing this that the end would ever come, but when I put the pen down, the reality hit me. I closed my notebook and felt oddly alone ~ That is until I picked up another notebook the next week and began working on the sequel! Okay, I'll stop now so you can get started. Let the end begin!
~ Chapter 24 ~
"C'mon, Severus, we're going to be late!" Angeline placed her suitcase on the floor of the dungeon and looked at her pocket watch.
The train was due to leave the station in less than thirty minutes and Angeline was beginning to wonder if Snape was backing out of going to Ollivanders with her. Seconds later, however, Snape emerged from his room with a disturbed look on his face.
"Well, what's the matter?"
"I haven't been on a ~ vacation ~ in a long time," he answered as he picked up both of their luggage.
"It will do you good to take a break. Don't you miss your own bed in your own house?"
Angeline noticed that seemed to become distant. "I haven't even set foot in my house for ~ five and a half years," he said flatly.
Angeline wanted to ask him more, but decided to respect his mood. If there was one thing she had learned that year, it was that Snape did not like to have his private thoughts interrogated. She knew that he would explain his past when he was ready.
The train station was buzzing with movement as luggage was loaded, good- byes were said, and summer visits were planned.
"Did you ever have a chance to talk to Ms. Angeline?" Ron asked Hermione as they walked towards the door of their compartment.
"Yes. It took me a while though. She apologized and said she had just had a lot on her mind."
"That's understandable," Harry offered as he sat down rather hard on the seat.
"Are you feeling alright, Harry?" Hermione questioned quietly. "You've been acting a little funny since we left the school."
"No, I'm fine. I'm just not looking forward to being back at the Dursley's again." It was true enough, Harry thought. Sirius had left with Dumbledore and Lupin back in May, and Harry had begun to wonder if he was ever going to have a chance to get to really know his godfather. On top of that, he had an underlying feeling all day that something just wasn't right. As the train began to move, Harry saw Snape and Angeline walk by the door.
"Ms. Angeline!" Hermione squealed upon seeing her. "Would you like to join us? There's plenty of room."
Angeline smiled warmly at all of them. She could feel Snape silently screaming 'no' in her mind. "Thank you, Hermione, but Professor Snape and I have some things to work on." She leaned in and whispered so that Snape couldn't hear her. "I don't think Severus is quite ready for that much socialization yet. I barely managed to get him out of the castle this morning as it was." Hermione giggled as Angeline resumed her place next to Snape. "I am looking forward to meeting your parents. Shall we have dinner tonight?"
"Yes. I believe we are staying in town tonight, so you'll have plenty of time to get to know one another."
"Splendid. I shall meet you outside of ~ What was the name of that place, Severus?"
"The Leaky Cauldron," Snape answered dully.
"Oh, right, say around seven."
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The train slowed to a stop in the station and everyone slowly disembarked and were greeted by friends and relatives. Snape held his hand out to help Angeline off the platform. She was no longer using her crutches, but she still had a bit of a limp from the blue, bendable cast that she wore under her muggle clothing. Several students stared at Snape in disbelief as they walked by him. Angeline realized that it must be odd for them to see him in muggle attire. She allowed herself an amused look but did not meet Snape's gaze. He felt unsettled enough without having her laughing at him.
Ron and Hermione got off the train and were immediately accosted by Mrs. Weasley who had been fawning over Fred, George, and Ginny. Harry stepped off a second later looking a little more pale than usual. "Oh, Harry, dear, what is wrong? You don't look like you feel well. Are you sick?" The questions rolled out as she hugged Harry and felt his forehead.
"I'll be fine, Mrs. Weasley. Probably just too many Bertie Botts on the train."
When everyone had exited to the muggle world, Harry looked about for the Dursleys, but they were no where in sight. He felt nauseous and wished that he could lie down. Seconds later his scar began to burn. "Perfect," he thought to himself. "What's next?"
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Angeline and Snape entered into the tiny, old wand shop a little after six o' clock. A kindly looking gentleman appeared from behind a row of wands in the back of the store. As he approached Angeline, a curious smile swept across his face. "Ah, Miss Angeline Atwood. I have been expecting you. Albus told me about the incidents leading to your wand destruction, but I'm sure we will find something that suits you. I just need to get your measurements."
As the man set about his task, a feeling of apprehension filled her. Mr. Ollivander disappeared and came back seconds later with an armful of small boxes. He pulled a wand out of one box and handed it to her. "Go ahead," he said smiling.
Twenty wands later, nothing had even so much as exploded, and Angeline felt despair creep into her heart.
"It was worth a try," she sighed as Ollivander disappeared again.
Snape, who had remained silent through the entire ordeal, moved toward her and spoke. "You still have powers. You just need to reach a little further inside you to bring them out."
"Try this one," Ollivander said. "I have a feeling you will find it to your liking. I could kick myself for not thinking of it before."
Angeline inhaled deeply and the exhaled. As she took the wand, it felt warm in her hand, and her confidence returned. The warmth was something she had experienced when she bought her first wand. She held her breath and waved the wand. A beautiful array of lights shot about the room and illuminated everything all the way to the street.
When the light subsided, Ollivander removed his hand from his eyes. "Excellent! Nine and-a-half inch, oak, Dragon Heart Strings. This type of wand can only be used by a powerful witch or wizard. It is particularly good for healing charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts ~ which should come in handy."
Angeline blushed. "You read my article in the Daily Prophet."
"Yes, although it came as no surprise to me. I'm afraid the Minister is quite furious though." Ollivander smiled and laughed. "I don't think he's ever had anyone quite so blunt and ~ defiant as you before. Of course, everyone still has their own opinion as to the return He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named or lack thereof."
Angeline nodded. A clock chimed from outside and she jumped. "Oh no ~ we're going to be late! Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," she said as she laid the money down for the wand and dragged Snape out the door.
"C'mon, I promised I'd be there at seven."
Snape had a disgusted look on his face. "I want you to know that ever thread of my being is opposed to this."
"It won't be that bad, Severus."
"Maybe not for you, but I despise ~" Snape's words were cut short as he saw not only Hermione and her parents, but also the Weasleys and ~ Potter. "No," he said firmly.
"You can't walk off and leave me here ~"
"Yes, I can~" he started, but it was too late. He allowed Angeline to pull him numbly and irritably towards the smiling crowd.
Angeline could have sworn that she heard Snape mumble, "You will pay dearly for this," but she brushed it off with a playful amusement. Now that she knew she still had powers, nothing was going to ruin her evening; not even the grumbling mass that escorted her.
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It was getting late and everyone stood to exit the restaurant. Luckily, much to everyone's relief, dinner had gone rather smoothly. Angeline had spent most of the evening talking to Hermione's parents while every now and again smiling sweetly across the table at Snape, who had hardly said anything. Angeline decided he was the most self-restrained man she knew when a crowd was present.
Harry had felt slightly better during dinner and managed to eat a small amount of his food. He had elected for the most part to remain silent throughout the meal.
As everyone entered the street, Mrs. Weasley spoke to Harry. "I suppose we should use the floo to see if your aunt and uncle are just being irresponsible this year." The Dursleys had been unmercifully cruel over the years, but they had never before simply forgotten him. "Come, dear. I'll go with you. I'd like to have a word with them."
Harry said good bye to everyone and followed Mrs. Weasley back into the restaurant to use the fireplace.
As he stepped into the fire, he felt his scar burn intensely. He rubbed at it absentmindedly and wondered if it was simply reacting because of what Uncle Vernon would say when they tracked ashes onto the carpet.
The lights in the hallway were off, but Harry saw a light in the living room, so he proceeded in that direction with Mrs. Weasley behind him. The sight that awaited them in the living room was worse than any muggle horror movie.
Mrs. Weasley's knees gave out and she knelt on the ground and clasped her hands to her mouth to stifle the scream that was rising in her throat. From outside the window, she could see the Dark Mark floating in the air.
The three had not been dead long, as the blood that was spattered on the walls and the carpet was not completely dried. Harry's face went pale as he looked at the bodies of his aunt, uncle and cousin. He had never liked the way the Dursleys had treated him, but he had never wanted this to happen. It was obvious they had been tortured before they were killed. Harry's nausea hit again and he vomited in the corner near the stairs. He stood and the room swam around him. Instantly the burning in his scar blinded him. He looked at the horribly mangled faces of his last living relatives and felt a fury of angst swell within him.
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"Did you feel that?" Hermione whispered to Ron.
Ron's eyes widened. "Yeah."
"Something's seriously wrong," she said with growing urgency.
"What are you two talking about?" Angeline questioned "What's the ~" before she could finish, screaming was heard as the Dark Mark appeared in the air.
"You all stay here!" Snape commanded as he ran in the direction of the glowing green specter. Angeline urged everyone into the shadows. Hermione's parents looked confused and terrified.
"It's okay, mum. We'll be alright," Hermione offered, sounding much more certain than she felt.
Fifteen minutes later, Snape returned slightly flushed. "The just hit one of the Daily Prophet's offices ~ There were three Aurors inside. They were killed instantly." Snape caught his breath. "The other Aurors were on their way when I left."
"Mum! What is it?" Fred grabbed his mother's arm to steady her. She was as pale as a ghost and had tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words did not come out.
"Mum, where's Harry?" Ron asked in a panicked tone. She managed to shake and point.
"Right ~ r-right behind ~ me."
Snape and Angeline darted into the restaurant just in time to see Harry step out of the fireplace.
"Harry," Angeline reached her out to his shoulder.
"Mr. Potter," Snape hissed, his black eyes glittering, "would you mind kindly telling us what is going on?"
The images of their tortured faces flashed through his mind. His stomach lurched, and he grabbed a chair to steady himself. "They're dead ~ tortured ~" Harry didn't want to say anymore. His entire body was numb.
Snape disappeared into the fire. When he came back out, he looked at Harry with a hint of understanding. "Something happened to your secret-keeper, and Voldemort found their house. He could never have touched it unless your keeper told someone."
They went outside and Mrs. Weasley threw her arms around Harry. "I'm so sorry, dear ~ It should never have ~" she sniffed, "~ you should never have seen it."
"What do we do now?" Ron asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
"You can come stay with us, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said softly.
"I'm afraid he won't be safe there," Angeline interjected. "And your family would not be able to stop Voldemort's attacks."
"Well, what then?" George piped up. "We can't just stand around here like this all night. There are probably Death Eaters everywhere."
Snape crossed his arms and sighed slightly. "I suggest that you all go on vacation immediately, and do not tell anyone where you have gone. I am sure that you will be reachable if necessary. As far as Voldemort knows, Mr. Potter has gotten a ride to his house and is on his way alone."
"But where will he stay, Professor Snape?" Mrs. Weasley asked shakily.
"For now, in the last place Voldemort would think of looking. I suggest we depart immediately. Come, Mr. Potter."
Harry moved away from his friends to follow Snape and Angeline. He took one last look over his shoulder and mentally said good bye to them all. Angeline placed her arm around him.
She wanted more than anything to take his pain away, but she knew that was something that only time could manage.
"Are you ready?" Snape asked. He wished that the task at hand had not fallen in his lap, but with Dumbledore away on business, it seemed quite unavoidable.
Angeline still wasn't ready to apparate or disapparate on her own again this early on, but she knew that Severus could safely handle all three of them if she helped, and if they went in short distances. She took Snape's hand and kept her arm tightly around Harry, and they disappeared into the darkness.
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FIN
A/N: You've made it! I apologize for ending on a dark note, but as you all know, Harry's summers have a way of turning out depressing no matter how happy they start out.
Thank you, everyone, who has stayed with the story. If I've entertained even one of you, then my effort was worth it. I promise not to dawdle too much in working on book two, which at the moment is without a title. (Why is that the hardest part of writing? Titles are impossible!) When I do come up with something suitable, and if I'm encouraged by a few more reviews (hint, hint), then I'll post the first chapter of book two. If you're dying to know, here's a bit of what to expect within the first half of the book:
* Harry's new hiding location (okay, that was probably a given)
* A rather large Weasley problem
* Fight scenes galore
* What DID happen to Harry's secret keeper?
* My personal favorite: The newest thorn in Snape's side. Heheh, I absolutely LOVED writing that one ~ And hopefully you'll love reading it! Calliope, if you're out there (and I know you are ~ You hide in shadows!) this one's for you!
Now, just click that little review button down there. I'll even throw in a few points to the house of your choice if you can make a few correct guesses as to the answers to any of the above mentioned statements. (i.e. where Harry will be, what the Weasley problem is, and who the secret keeper is/was).
I'm going to attempt to rewrite some of the second book in order to incorporate some of OoTP into the story. It'll just be a year off.
THANK YOU ALL! And, as always,
Cheers!