Chapter 7*~~ Remember*~~
"Mum?" asked Ron uncertainly. "Are you feeling well?"
"Ronald," she said sternly, "Of course I am! I've just remembered the conversation Dumbledore and I had! It was after your forth year when we were in the infirmary with Harry.."
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"Professor," Molly began.
"Please, Molly, you are no longer a student here. You may call me Albus or at the very least Beamer. It was my nick-name."
"A-all right, Albus." The name didn't roll off of her lips, yet. "Why was Black near Harry and why on earth was everyone so calm about it! You know what he did to Harry's parents!"
"Yes I do," Albus said calmly. "He tried to trick Voldemort. They switched Secret Keepers Molly. They tried to bluff. They used Pettigrew instead. They thought it perfect. Why would the Potters choose their weakest friend to harbor their largest secret?"
"But. wouldn't their final friend, er, Rimos or something, have been told? And how did You-Know-Who get the information?"
"Peter Pettigrew was Voldemort's spy. Sirius was innocent. Remus Lupin was not informed by Sirius because Sirius thought that he may be the spy. Neither had suspected that it could be Pettigrew. Lily and James had faith in al four."
"But." Molly was speechless.
"It is a simple yet complicated matter, Molly. Try being Ron pr Hermione. They have this secret. Then try putting yourself in Harry's shoes. He had to divulge all of this!
"Harry has come to love Sirius like a father. Though he will never entirely replace James in Harry's heart he needs someone.
"It may hurt but you and Arthur can do only so much."
"I know, Albus. I'll try and help them."
"Molly, I must ask a favor."
"Anything."
"You now hold this information. I must say, the more people who know the truth the easier. But there is this nagging feeling that you shouldn't know *just* yet. This is very difficult. I am asking to put this information in the corner of your brain where you will not know until you are told once again.
"I believe that something complicated will unfold and you must be a firm crease in it. This is something I feel I must do."
"Than do it Albus. If you say it is wiser for me to have this knowledge reemerge later then I will do so. You are rarely wrong, if ever." Molly's voice was sure. She trusted Albus.
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"You've known?!" exclaimed Sirius.
"Why on Earth would it matter?" thought Remus aloud. "He know the sooner Sirius can have people believe in him the sooner Voldemort will fall. Slytherin shall be defeated by Gryffindor. Damn the prophesies!"
"Er, calm down Moony!" Ron said. Sirius rolled his eyes as the tall boy patted his friend.
"He'll take that as encouragement," Sirius muttered.
"Oh, gee, thanks. You seem to be a pebble in my small shoe!" Remus snapped.
"Yes, you always were small," Sirius commented.
"And you a giant," Remus retorted.
"God, are you three year olds or men?" asked an agitated Percy.
"Marauders," they chorused, half conscious to his remark.
"Oh, gee, that's a splendid deal of help!" Bill said. "My legs hurt. Make room," he commanded as he sat on the bed with Ginny, Sirius, and Ron. Remus stood leaning against the windowsill.
"I believe you," Ginny said solemnly. She felt. connected to these men, though only meeting Sirius Black and the true Remus Lupin half an hour ago. (God time flies! Where's my dad? Maybe drove off the rode... better call his cell! He was in the DRIVE WAY!)
"You're. special," Sirius said slowly. "You seem."
"Intelligent," supplied George.
"Beautiful?" suggested Fred.
"Your godson wouldn't like it if you stole his girl," Remus said softly into his best friend's ear. Or the remaining best friend..
Sirius went scarlet. "And Ron wouldn't want you to steal HIS!" he hissed back. Now Remus turned red. "I believe we agree what we find interesting about these two?" Remus nodded.
Each girl seemed. special. As though they were meant to help save the world. And maybe they were..
Ginny was also blushing. The two friends nodded at each other and turned to finish their story. "Everything. fits," Ginny said softly.
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Harry Potter rubbed his eyes. He yawned, stretched, and got up. It wasn't that late yet not early. Eight in the morning (I get up at six except Sunday. and vacation), the perfect time (after seven!).
"Morning Harry," Hermione greeted as he walked into the kitchen. He wore clothes Sirius and Remus had bought him last year. Khakis pants and a red shirt with a blue stripe over the chest.
Hermione, as usual, looked smashing. She wore a pair of blue jean pedal pushers (I can't spell the common word. pants that go to the middle of knee and ankle), a black peasant shirt with gold and red embroideries, tan sandals, and a crystal tear drop necklace on a silver chain hung at the hollow of her throat.
Her pretty brown hair was pulled into a tight high ponytail. Harry noted the make-up his 'little sister' wore. "You're wearing war-paint," he said as he sat. Hermione flushed.
"Harry!" she scolded. He grinned mischievously at her.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Don't start with me!" She set down some food. Hw ate it quickly. "God, you're going to start getting fat!"
"Thank, Mione!" Harry said cheerfully. Hermione was now an inch shorter than him. "We'll need more to feed my cousin!" the two worked quietly. Dudley walked in.
"Seems. quiet," he remarked, trying to be smart. He just sounded dim- witted. which he was but. you get the picture!
"Oh, that was brilliant Dudley," Harry said sarcastically. "What about your parents though, eh? Seems. unlike them to just race off all of the sudden. Very un-normal and we all know how that goes."
"I know," Dudley said slowly. The other two weren't sure if he was doing if for effect, because he was thick, or because he was thinking (OMG Dudley Dursley THINK!!)
"Uh, they didn't. exactly just do it. spur of the moment," Hermione said quietly. She sat down with them.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry curiously. Dudley began to eat the food they had made for him.
"I kind of slipped them a bit of the potion Snape had us make last term." she admitted, blushing crimson.
"WHAT?!" Dudley said, choking.
"Calm down," Hermione snapped. "It was just a Live For Today potion. Very simple ingredients- well except for the pearl water drop Snape gave us- all it does is make someone do the first idea that pops into their head in the next five hours."
"Something we did with Snape actually paid off!" Harry said in mock awe. She slapped her 'brother's' arm lightly.
"I gave it to them in their morning coffee. It paid off for sure. I must agree; our slime-ball professor I thought would just help us being tortured." Hermione had shocked her friend.
"I don't have to be a professor suck-up you know," she snapped. Hermione stood and cleared Dudley's dishes. Then she went to get the paper. Dudley turned on his TV.
Hermione screamed. She ran into the kitchen as they boys hopped up. An owl flew in and dropped a paper on the table. Harry turned to look. "The murderer Sirius Black has been captured and is now in custody." Harry heard the lady on the TV news station say clearly.
Sirius's picture was on each of the newspapers. "Shit."
"Mum?" asked Ron uncertainly. "Are you feeling well?"
"Ronald," she said sternly, "Of course I am! I've just remembered the conversation Dumbledore and I had! It was after your forth year when we were in the infirmary with Harry.."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Professor," Molly began.
"Please, Molly, you are no longer a student here. You may call me Albus or at the very least Beamer. It was my nick-name."
"A-all right, Albus." The name didn't roll off of her lips, yet. "Why was Black near Harry and why on earth was everyone so calm about it! You know what he did to Harry's parents!"
"Yes I do," Albus said calmly. "He tried to trick Voldemort. They switched Secret Keepers Molly. They tried to bluff. They used Pettigrew instead. They thought it perfect. Why would the Potters choose their weakest friend to harbor their largest secret?"
"But. wouldn't their final friend, er, Rimos or something, have been told? And how did You-Know-Who get the information?"
"Peter Pettigrew was Voldemort's spy. Sirius was innocent. Remus Lupin was not informed by Sirius because Sirius thought that he may be the spy. Neither had suspected that it could be Pettigrew. Lily and James had faith in al four."
"But." Molly was speechless.
"It is a simple yet complicated matter, Molly. Try being Ron pr Hermione. They have this secret. Then try putting yourself in Harry's shoes. He had to divulge all of this!
"Harry has come to love Sirius like a father. Though he will never entirely replace James in Harry's heart he needs someone.
"It may hurt but you and Arthur can do only so much."
"I know, Albus. I'll try and help them."
"Molly, I must ask a favor."
"Anything."
"You now hold this information. I must say, the more people who know the truth the easier. But there is this nagging feeling that you shouldn't know *just* yet. This is very difficult. I am asking to put this information in the corner of your brain where you will not know until you are told once again.
"I believe that something complicated will unfold and you must be a firm crease in it. This is something I feel I must do."
"Than do it Albus. If you say it is wiser for me to have this knowledge reemerge later then I will do so. You are rarely wrong, if ever." Molly's voice was sure. She trusted Albus.
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"You've known?!" exclaimed Sirius.
"Why on Earth would it matter?" thought Remus aloud. "He know the sooner Sirius can have people believe in him the sooner Voldemort will fall. Slytherin shall be defeated by Gryffindor. Damn the prophesies!"
"Er, calm down Moony!" Ron said. Sirius rolled his eyes as the tall boy patted his friend.
"He'll take that as encouragement," Sirius muttered.
"Oh, gee, thanks. You seem to be a pebble in my small shoe!" Remus snapped.
"Yes, you always were small," Sirius commented.
"And you a giant," Remus retorted.
"God, are you three year olds or men?" asked an agitated Percy.
"Marauders," they chorused, half conscious to his remark.
"Oh, gee, that's a splendid deal of help!" Bill said. "My legs hurt. Make room," he commanded as he sat on the bed with Ginny, Sirius, and Ron. Remus stood leaning against the windowsill.
"I believe you," Ginny said solemnly. She felt. connected to these men, though only meeting Sirius Black and the true Remus Lupin half an hour ago. (God time flies! Where's my dad? Maybe drove off the rode... better call his cell! He was in the DRIVE WAY!)
"You're. special," Sirius said slowly. "You seem."
"Intelligent," supplied George.
"Beautiful?" suggested Fred.
"Your godson wouldn't like it if you stole his girl," Remus said softly into his best friend's ear. Or the remaining best friend..
Sirius went scarlet. "And Ron wouldn't want you to steal HIS!" he hissed back. Now Remus turned red. "I believe we agree what we find interesting about these two?" Remus nodded.
Each girl seemed. special. As though they were meant to help save the world. And maybe they were..
Ginny was also blushing. The two friends nodded at each other and turned to finish their story. "Everything. fits," Ginny said softly.
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Harry Potter rubbed his eyes. He yawned, stretched, and got up. It wasn't that late yet not early. Eight in the morning (I get up at six except Sunday. and vacation), the perfect time (after seven!).
"Morning Harry," Hermione greeted as he walked into the kitchen. He wore clothes Sirius and Remus had bought him last year. Khakis pants and a red shirt with a blue stripe over the chest.
Hermione, as usual, looked smashing. She wore a pair of blue jean pedal pushers (I can't spell the common word. pants that go to the middle of knee and ankle), a black peasant shirt with gold and red embroideries, tan sandals, and a crystal tear drop necklace on a silver chain hung at the hollow of her throat.
Her pretty brown hair was pulled into a tight high ponytail. Harry noted the make-up his 'little sister' wore. "You're wearing war-paint," he said as he sat. Hermione flushed.
"Harry!" she scolded. He grinned mischievously at her.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Don't start with me!" She set down some food. Hw ate it quickly. "God, you're going to start getting fat!"
"Thank, Mione!" Harry said cheerfully. Hermione was now an inch shorter than him. "We'll need more to feed my cousin!" the two worked quietly. Dudley walked in.
"Seems. quiet," he remarked, trying to be smart. He just sounded dim- witted. which he was but. you get the picture!
"Oh, that was brilliant Dudley," Harry said sarcastically. "What about your parents though, eh? Seems. unlike them to just race off all of the sudden. Very un-normal and we all know how that goes."
"I know," Dudley said slowly. The other two weren't sure if he was doing if for effect, because he was thick, or because he was thinking (OMG Dudley Dursley THINK!!)
"Uh, they didn't. exactly just do it. spur of the moment," Hermione said quietly. She sat down with them.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry curiously. Dudley began to eat the food they had made for him.
"I kind of slipped them a bit of the potion Snape had us make last term." she admitted, blushing crimson.
"WHAT?!" Dudley said, choking.
"Calm down," Hermione snapped. "It was just a Live For Today potion. Very simple ingredients- well except for the pearl water drop Snape gave us- all it does is make someone do the first idea that pops into their head in the next five hours."
"Something we did with Snape actually paid off!" Harry said in mock awe. She slapped her 'brother's' arm lightly.
"I gave it to them in their morning coffee. It paid off for sure. I must agree; our slime-ball professor I thought would just help us being tortured." Hermione had shocked her friend.
"I don't have to be a professor suck-up you know," she snapped. Hermione stood and cleared Dudley's dishes. Then she went to get the paper. Dudley turned on his TV.
Hermione screamed. She ran into the kitchen as they boys hopped up. An owl flew in and dropped a paper on the table. Harry turned to look. "The murderer Sirius Black has been captured and is now in custody." Harry heard the lady on the TV news station say clearly.
Sirius's picture was on each of the newspapers. "Shit."