Disclaimer: All works here and in the next chapters are Fanfiction and anything you recognize does not belong to me (shocking isn't it?), but to the Goddess of recent fantasy writing, J.K. Rowling and all her peoples. If you've never seen it before, then it's mine, and if you take it without asking, I shall bite you. HARD.
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The uncertainty you had of me
Brought clouded shady company
The tenderness habitual
A seldom-fading ritual
Are you happy now?
Tell me how
You're happy now?
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Chapter Seven
The Fury of the Carefree
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Hours past, days past, it seemed as if time stood still, but was moving comparatively fast from before. Lily frequently remembered a quote from when she was twelve: that while you are growing up, time moves as a runaway train that you hadn't noticed had leaving the station. She thought she understood it then, but she was certain she knew better now. Halloween came and went with a very interesting lesson on horror stories role in Myth's by Midnight, accompanied by a visit from a vampire. A Hogsmead weekend also past and everyone stacked up on the necessary pranking provisions, a few got an early jump on Christmas shopping, all the while complaining loudly that they wished they had access to Honey Dukes 24/7. A much more uneventful full moon passed, the whole gang once again sneaking out incognito with Snape and co. surprisingly absent, or not surprising considering the last moons events. They searched both grounds and castle for new passages. Finding only one behind the mirror on the third floor. Clio made a note of it in a little notebook as the others rolled their eyes and moaned loudly.
"Oh hush!" She said, her feather in a ruffle, "I'll bet my talons that there'll come a day when you'll be glad there's a list of all the secret passages."
The other's only ignored her and went back to debating whether it was worth checking out Midnight-Sensei's tip of Gregory the Smarmy, or heading back. Also per Midnight's advice, they stayed away from the elves and forest, lest they should draw attention to their presence. Severus and Sirius only got into two more fights, neither of them escalating into what the original had. This seemingly ironic prevention was Thalia's work, who seemed to be growing more frustrated with the lot of them daily. James' cloak, skin, his hair, and shoes were all turned pink after several instances until Lily finally gave up and moved onto canary yellow.
So it happened that a month went by not looked for, it was now November, and they once again found themselves in a late afternoon Myth's class. The research for the Debate was coming along very well and neither side was worried about it. Midnight had moved on from Greeks vs. Roman's to Horror (much to everyone's delight/ fright) and had now come to rest on the elements of a fairy tale. They had just finished the Royalty element, which went in conjunction with special things getting lost or stolen, and had now rested on the celebration and the challenge.
"You see," said the desk perched Midnight, "in every story, there's a celebration of some sort, even if it's just a blurb. Quite often it's given after a challenge, to congratulate the winner and rub salt into the sores of the loser's. Sometimes, in an ongoing action plot, which are rare in fairy tales since simplicity is key, they are used to lighten the mood after a grievous task." Midnight's eyes twinkled and the class eyed her nervously. "During the Tri-wizard tournament, a Yule Ball was thrown after the first task to give a chance for everyone to lighten up. Now, unfortunately, the tournament has been cancelled but someone had the sense to keep the ball."
A tentative silence followed this.
"Um…. Professor?"
"Yes Clio?"
"The Yule Ball was cancelled more than forty years ago after the Tournament because of the Death Toll."
Their teacher glowed brightly and a popped to her 8" size, giving an indignant squeak of, "Death toll? Who cares about death!"
The Vampire, whom she had caught for Halloween (and who was presently stuck in a glass jar, via shrinking charm) mumbled. "Its rather important to me."
Midnight smacked his jar and returned to her normal size, "Honestly, first they rip out that nice old coliseum and castle ruins of that nice old king to put up a school. Then they take out the one good thing the school has going for it, its parties! What's next, a ban on Quidditch?"
On the left side of the class Mudugus Fletcher gave and indignant, "I would certainly hope not!" before going back to his previous occupation with Anna.
"Very fine, I'm sure, Mr. Fletcher. Now everyone, go to the Library and take out some fairy tales, you must read five short ones or two long once by next week, and two weeks from now a report on them is due. I suggest taking out the old fashioned Grimm's. The Wizard Grimm's were a great family that wrote fairy tales based on true stories. Unfortunately, two of the brother's sold out and went muggle. More on that later! Class is dismissed."
The class emptied out of the room slowly, the kid's chattering and hanging out by the fire, while some took the passage to the library directly. The room had become something of a hang out in the past few months. Everyone liked to use its mini library (mostly because Madam Prince was not breathing down their necks as they worked) and everyone wanted to hear Midnight regale them with a story if they could. However, it seemed as if everyone would be denied that pleasure this evening as the gang could have sworn that while everyone else was distracted they saw a glowing dot fly over everyone's head in the direction of Dumbledore's office.
"Bumblebee's in for it now." They had all taken to calling the Professor by his knick name since last month's full moon.
"Probably." Remus said nonchalantly
Mudugus passed them and called out, "Come on team, Quidditch practice."
The group sighed and resigned themselves for several back braking hours of tough flying.
"Sorry, I'd love to come watch, but Hagrid is going to show me some new animal's I can use in my Care of Magical creator's report." Said Remus, trying to stay happy. Anything to get his mind off of not being aloud to play Quidditch because of his "condition."
"How's taking advanced classes suiting you, Moony?" James asked, glad to help his friend forget for a while.
"Pretty well actually, how about you Clio?"
"Mine are going well too, but I am getting rather tired of having to skip out of Arithmacy to practice Quidditch!" She shot an angry look at James.
"Hey now! Anna has a leg injury and if it gets hit by a bugler we'll have to forfeit without a replacement, you're the replacement!"
"Yeah well…" Clio huffed and Remus gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Thalia and Sirius shared a not so private fin over their friend's heads. "Oh, just ignore her, she's just missing her numbers that's all." Thalia, as usual, had her arm draped around Clio and had to duck, as she became the target for Clio's excellent aim. "Besides, its not like Lily or Sirius will ever let a bugler anywhere near the team." She gave Lily a high five and they ambled off to the pitch.
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Midnight stood evaluating the stone gargoyle that blocked her way to Dumbledore's office. He looked very much like one good hammering would finish him off. Midnight momentarily contemplated testing out her theory before the gargoyle, perhaps sensing his danger, became animated and asked for the password.
"Beartie Beans." She said, smiling somewhat maliciously. She had in fact given Dumbledore his fateful Beartie Bean of vomit and watched him swear them off for all eternity. She knew that in about twenty years from now, he would succumb to temptation and eat yet another disastrous one. This, of course, made her very happy. If there was anything she loved more than to see Bumblebee happy, it was to see the wise old wizard actually flustered.
Midnight found herself seated in his office with barely any memory of knocking on the door. Fawxes had flown down onto her knee. She stroked the great plumage of the bird and stole herself from her day dreaming in time to accept Albus' offer of tea.
"What did you want to discuss Midnight?" He asked over the best hot chocolate in the world
The pixie in question noted that Albus had two names for her: Midnight and Pixie. This was probably the result of no one knowing which was her first name and which was her last. They were in fact one name, but she let the human's keep their habits of splitting them up and smiled. "I just wanted to see how your interview with young Mr. Potter went. "
"See for yourself." Albus waved his wand and the Pensieve floated down onto the desk with a thump.
Midnight, feeling privileged indeed, leaned in and felt herself floating down into the nothingness of memories until she came to a halt and stood inside Albus' office about two weeks ago at night. He and James were in conversation and she leaned onto the cabinet, which held the Pensieve from whence she just came. There was a pause in the conversation as Fawxes climbed from Dumbledore's arm to James'. Midnight noticed that even in her current state of non-existence, she felt the heat in the room rise as the Phoenix accepted James. Maybe it was a pixie thing, to feel the intensity of the moment as Fawxes did, but she had a feeling that the bird was the only one with any real understanding of what was happening at this moment.
"You know he is yours at any request?" said Dumbledore, for he was Dumbledore and not Albus or even Bumblebee at this point.
"Yes," James answered almost absently back. "But I don't think I'm the right Potter yet."
Dumbledore chuckled, "I don't know about that, Fawxes seems to have taken a rather large liking to you." His eyes were twinkling now.
James shook his head, "No, I'd only have him as him as a loner, I know it."
Midnight noted that this the most likely the wrong conversation, as Albus had not bothered to ask how James knew such a thing.
"James, you might be the only Potter left soon."
James winced. Both his parents were in hiding, as far as he knew, and his Grandmother, Aunt, niece, and himself were the only other alive and public Potter's left.
"Yes," was all he seemed to be able to say.
"Now, your grandmother has requested, after all these years, that she open Eden up again to all the students, should it be necessary. But we both wanted your opinion on the matter."
"Open Eden to everyone?" asked the severely skeptical James; the idea of Snape sitting in his living room was not pleasant.
"Everyone in your house, the other houses, naturally, have their own places of retreat. Though your grandmother did say that a stray Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff wouldn't hurt anything."
'Aha, so this is the right conversation.' Thought Midnight, as James calmed down visibly and considered it. After he thought for a while he said, "It seems like a good idea sir. Its how things would have been done, had Godric been here now."
A fleeting shadow of something no one present, or not present in Pixies case, could but their finger on passed across Dumbledore's face. "Yes, it is how things should have been done."
"But, sir, are you expecting something bad to happen?"
Midnight did not hear the answer as she was drawn out of the memory into the present. Dumbledore smiled at her. "Well?" she said impatiently, "I didn't hear the answer to James question. Are you expecting something bad to happen?"
"Yes."
Midnight started angrily, "This is the first I've heard about it! When did the news come in? Has one of our spires been caught?"
"Calm yourself Midnight, I have heard nothing. But I still expect something bad to happen at Christmas, during the New Year, Easter, the summer, every Hogsmead visit." He paused. "I expect something bad to happen every minute of everyday and will continue to do so until Voldemort is destroyed."
Here Midnight saw a double vision of the man she so respected. One was an old man, the weight of a world on his shoulders, wrinkles marking each stitch in time he had survived with white hair robbing what remained of his youth, but his eyes were still bright. His eyes indicated the second vision was truer than the first. It was of a wizard. Air crackling around him in his aura because of his magic. The wrinkles now showing off each stitch of time he had created and made his own, his hair and beard that of an old man because he was unwittingly the decent of such power. A real wizard.
Midnight, now looking at the same twinkling Dumbledore again, considered him for a moment. "You know your kind can be traced back to three, into twelve? They all lived at the same time, but the three were the most powerful."
"Yes, and then our kind became their own species, boiled over and down into Merlin's times."
"Yes, boiled down indeed! But Merlin was a real wizard. He depended not on evil or earth or anything else for his power, he did not listen to unwise council if it could be helped and he befriended many worth his while."
Albus looked at her and smiled, awaiting the rest of his history lesson, if Binns ever requested retirement, he knew who he could replace him with.
"He was a descendant of the original's, not by blood, as our foe is now, but by spirit. As was the founding four, as are you."
"You don't think that's stretching it a bit Pixie?" Albus asked in chuckling.
"No," She answered, "I don't. And I do think I would remember."
Albus stopped chuckling.
"Bumblebee, are you planning on telling the Gryffindor's that they are staying at Potter Mansion?"
Dumbledore nodded sadly. "I will tell they're parents that we have lined up a suitable residents for them to reside in, should a challenge arise that would prevent Hogwarts from holding them."
"So he invited everyone to Eden, despite his personal discomfort? Little Prongs is turning into quite the leader."
"Prongs?"
"James, never mind it."
Albus gave her a searching look and dropped it, he was very aware that she had suddenly changed subjects on him twice. "Yes, should anything go wrong over Christmas, everyone will be safe."
"And speaking of Christmas!"" Midnight was suddenly a ver furious Pixie, though Dumbledore knew not why. "I hear you cancelled the Yule Ball!"
"Correction, the last headmaster, Dippet, cancelled the Tri-Wizard Tournament and the Yule ball seemingly went with it."
"Yes, but if my memory is correct, the school had kept the ball last I checked."
"It was too much to do during Grindelwald's rein and after that people thought it silly to celebrate without the tournament."
"Poppy-cosh!" Midnight was 8' again and Fawxe seemed a little put off that his resting place was now smaller than his talon.
"I agree, but are you suggesting we put it back?"
"If not the Yule Ball, then something! It's pointless to go throw winter without having a party. All this time we're indoors, we should do something!"
"What do you suggest?"
"I'll think of something…" She moved towards the door, turning around before going through it, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh, you don't mind if I ask some students for their help do you?"
Dumbledore smiled, he had been set up quite pleasantly. "And how many were you considering asking?"
"I was thinking of about seven?"
"Sounds perfectly fine to me. You wouldn't mind asking our dear defense against the dark arts teacher to put up some prevention wards. I would hate for someone to, how does the saying go. Crash the party?"
Midnight nodded her assent and said goodbye to Fawxes and owner, took her leave and floated around to the top of the Gryffindor tower to ask a favor.
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Far down in the Quidditch pitch, James didn't know he was the topic of discussion between two powerful people. All he knew at that moment was the fading light the still allusive snitch. He swerved his broom over to Mudugus, who was busy watching his excellent chasers to make sure they didn't get a goal past him. "Mud! Did you sign up for the lights to be lit after dark? Because I haven't seen the snitch once." James called above the sounds of Lily and Sirius swooping in and out for bludgers.
"Yes! But what are you talking to me for, go look for that snitch potter!"
Mudugus, or Mud as he was called by his teammates, rolled over on his broom to catch a quaffle thrown by Thalia. "Almost Karasuko! Keep your straighter when you toss."
"Ok Mud, Just watch your goal posts. Leave the throwing to me."
"Why?"
Thalia grinned as Anna tossed her the ball, and while she flew around Mud's head, Anna positioned herself in front of one of the lower hoops, Thalia threw the ball and Anna zipped by Mud to score. "That's why." Thalia said crookedly
"Fine…" Said the exasperated Mud, turning to pleasanter subjects, "Anna, how's your leg?"
"Its great Mud, but why don't you get Clio up here, 'cause I could use the rest and she could use the practice."
Down below them, Clio was happily doing her Arithmacy homework, having already finished her History of Magic.
"Algeria! Put those numbers down and get up here," Called Anna as she zipped toward the ground. Clio gave her a good-natured glare. Anna stuck out her tongue in return and a laughing Clio sped upward towards her alighted teammates. Then they ran through several more plays while James continued to search for that ever-allusive snitch.
"You Just blow my mind Algeria, how is it that you don't practice half as much as the rest and still remain in top form. Have you been taking flying lessons at night or something?"
The girls exchanged sheepish looks while Sirius cracked up laughing and rolled over on his broom, almost getting hit with a Bludger in the process. Lily knocked it away from him before turning to deflect one from her side. She took her spot as the only female Beater ever in the history of Hogwarts rather seriously.
They continued practice for about a half an hour before James went into a spectacular dive around the left goalpost on right field and finally caught the snitch. He took his position as the 25th Potter to be accepted as Seeker rather seriously as well. The team departed in good spirits and feeling more than ready for the match in two days against Hufflepuff.
The gang was met in the tower by a very enthusiastic Pixie; who purposed that they through a winter bash two days before Christmas vacation to take people's mind off what they might be going home to. And after wheeling and dealing with the reasonable and not so reasonable arguments, it was agreed to. Clio and Remus would be of little help until the last minute because of advanced classes. So it was mostly up to Lily, Peter, James, Sirius, and Thalia to take care of the games, music, food, rules and leg work. Pixie left as quickly as she came to tell Dumbledore (and possibly start a few rumors to create excitement) and the others were left to deal with this new task.
"Great, just what I need," thought James, "another responsibility to stress and worry over."
Sirius, as if reading his thoughts, mumbled, "I'm sure I'll find a why to do it all without getting too stressed…"
Peter watched them with unwavering attention. Remus, in turn, watched him.
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After dinner the next night Midnight was not to be found within the grounds, and as the lackeys were once again tracking them, it wasn't very safe to go wandering around the forest to look for her. "Oh great, when we actually need her Fairydustness she isn't around. But lord knows when we don't want her, she's there!"
"Stop whining and go chew on a bone, Padfoot." No one ridiculed Pixie in front of Thalia, especially not when she was grumpy from homework, Quidditch practice, and everyone in the great hall asking about the "ball" they were throwing.
"And you can go eat worms, Nut." Sirius was equally as grumpy and wasn't even sure the fun of a huge party would be worth the hassle of planning said party.
"Would both of you shut up!" James had reached the end of his rope, he was just as cranky as the others and to top it all off Lily had turned his robes orange during dinner after yet another run in with Snape. This was getting old. Aside from that, she kept looking at him funny. "I'm very sick and tired of the two of you bickering, could we please get this crap over with so I can go to bed?"
"Calm down all of you! What's the problem? Forget about it, we got a party to plan!" Said a very enthusiastic Pixie, who had unwittingly stumbled into the beginning of their fight (actually, it was the common room, but it was also their fight). Have you ever noticed how when you're upset and angry a cheerful person makes you want to shoot something, specifically that person? That's how James felt towards Pixie at that moment. "Would you please shut your trap! What is the matter with you anyway? Are you smoking dope or something, 'cause I think you are!"
Lily smacked James very hard.
"Ouch Lily, what the hell was that for?" James was rather surprised, in all of their fights Lily had never resorted to out and out violence, usually just some sort of playful charm.
"You snapped at my guardian, don't ever do that!" Lily was up on her feet and getting in his face.
"Hello James, this is your dating conscious. Need I remind you how cute the firebird is when she's angry?"
James didn't even bother to tell his mind to shut up as he responded with, "Come off it Lily, you've never had to be guarded from anything in your life, what has Pixie ever done for you anyway? She's hardly realistic enough to exist let alone have any real use."
"She's done a lot more for me than you ever have!" Lily was VERY angry now. "And look who's talking, Mr. Head up My Fabulous Quidditch Arse! You're only good for lame jokes aside from Seeking, what have you ever done that's worthwhile?"
Lily stormed over to the other side of the common room and sat down in an angry confused huff, while James did the same on the other side of the room. Peter, Thalia, and Sirius exchanged worried glances and tried to coax them to come back, to no avail. Pixie herself stood stock still for about three seconds and then disappeared. Before she did, however, Peter could have sworn he saw Midnight grin a little smile to herself. He stowed it away for future study and continued to beg James to come back to the center of the room to finish planning. It didn't happen.
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It was now one tense half an hour later and Sirius was trying to plan this ball, without much help from anyone but Wormtail, which means he didn't have much help at all.
"So… we'll have the house elves send us up some idea's for food menu's and the dress code will be formal and we'll hire the Hobgoblins to perform. I guess we'll have to vote on the talent show idea, huh?"
"Hmm." Was Thalia's only response. Sirius waited for more but it never came. He moved on.
"Then we can crown our Bell of the Ball with her King of… King of something at the end of the night and have them dance together… Should that be just two people out of all Hogwarts or two from each house? Thalia? Peter?"
Thalia blinked and shrugged before turning back to staring into the fire. "I think it should be two people out of all Hogwarts." Said Peter timidly.
"Maybe so mate, maybe; any other suggestions Peter? Since we seem to be the only people here working." He sent a playful glare Thalia's way; she didn't seem to notice.
"How about a King of Quidditch?"
"Nice! Wow, an good, original idea coming out from your head Peter, what's the world coming to?"
Peter laughed; he and Sirius were the only ones who did.
"What's next?" Peter asked after a moment.
"The colors, have any idea's, Brown Sugar?" Sirius ducked as Thalia usually made an attempt on his life when he called her that, instead she just said, "Not at the moment, no." before sighing and turning back to the fire. Sirius rolled his eyes and muttered, "Women."
Peter nodded.
"Well, I think we should go with the all school theme. Like, Each corner of the great hall decorated with one of the four houses, then a dance floor in the center. Unless you're dancing, you don't leave your house."
Thalia seemed to wake up a little, "What… you mean have everyone separated all the time?"
"Yeah, just into their houses. You know, that way people will get onto the dance floor."
"Sirius, these party's are one of the rare times the houses get to mix. And you shouldn't make people dance just so they can talk to their friends in other houses. I think it should have a Christmas theme, as it is our replacement for the Yule Ball."
"Oh come off it Thalia, you've been half asleep or worse this whole time and now you wake up to criticize me? Got news for ya, Hon, the whole snowflake in winter things been done."
"Got news for you too, Dear, the whole house things been done more. Try every day of our ever-loving lives. Try every meal, every class, every night. I for one would like to meet someone in another house!"
"What other house, Slytherin? That's what you've been day dreaming about?"
"Good God no! Will you stop being so paranoid? Not everything in the world comes back to Slytherin! And no I wasn't daydreaming about them, but for goodness sakes, I'm aloud to let my mind wonder once in a while. I have it, I'd like to use it!"
"And what mind is that? If I ever saw you using a mind I'd die laughing!"
"Shut up, how do you know anything about my mind? You never did before. Right Lily?"
Lily was quiet for a moment, as if choosing her words carefully, "Actually Thalia, Sirius has a point."
"WHAT?" The astonished group whipped around at face Lily. As if not believe their ears, which they didn't. The common room was empty except for them, as the Prefects had actually herded everyone up to bed for the curfew.
Lily bit her bottom lip, "Well, he should have worded it a bit better, but you were drifting off in the middle of your work. And he's just as stressed out or more so than you are, especially with his family and all, so, yeah. I agree with Sirius."
Thalia was dumbstruck, never in her life had Lily not backed her up in a fight, it was part of what being a team of naturals meant. Who cares if she was right or not (which she was)? She felt like screaming back at Lily for leaving her, but she was too confused for words.
"Hold on now Lily, that's not entirely fair." James said, chivalrously stepping in.
"What?" They all yelled for the second time around.
"Look, Thalia has got as much on her mind as Sirius does maybe even more, being a Natural and all. She probably could have paid more attention, but you shouldn't jump down her throat just because she's daydreaming." James seemed to be addressing Lily rather than he whole group.
"Oh please James, I know the stress of a Natural better than you do, don't try and use that excuse on me!"
"And I know what the stress of a targeted family feels like, don't use that on me!"
There was a moment of silence as everyone glared at everyone else, except for poor Peter. Who ran around under them trying to get all the party papers together before something got set on fire or someone get hurt… possibly himself.
"What in the heck is wrong with you Lily? I thought you were trustworthy. Someone who would always back me up. That's the vow you took! And now you're saying that my burden as the head Natural isn't really stressful? What do you know? I was taken as a baby from my family to be trained, how's that for stressful! And you may have been forgetful enough to read the note from the elves but I wasn't, I know now that we're fighting a losing battle unless we do things that can't be done even by us! So yeah, I'm stressed and a little out of it, but I think I have the right to be. And I wouldn't have had to get into this fight in the first place if you hadn't been over in the corner sulking over James! And of all the people to back me up its not you, or even Sirius! It's him. What in the heck is wrong with that picture?" Thalia was purple in the face and avoiding Sirius' eye.
"Hey!" Said James turning to Thalia actually looking offended.
"No offense James, it's just a little surprising."
James had to give her that one.
"Come on, let's get out of here. I'm sick of this place." Thalia grabbed James' arm, tugged him towards the portrait whole, and went through without looking back. James hesitated and looked back at Sirius.
"Go on ahead. You obviously care more about her now that you know she's powerful then you do about your friends, Prongs."
James had been about to correct Sirius before he said Prongs, with such spite and disdain that James felt no need to fix their friendship. Ever. So he said, spitting out the last word, "Alright then, have it your way, Padfoot." and disappeared through the portrait.
Lily took one look at Sirius and dragged him upstairs to talk, which left the nervous and unhinged Peter to take care of himself, something he didn't normally have to do and something he had never been good at.
POP! Midnight Pixie was back with Remus and Clio and announced, "I'm back, with reinforcements to clean this mess up!" Then she noticed only Peter was there, "Where are the others Peter?"
Peters expression hadn't changed from the time James and Sirius had started to argue, even when Pixie had popped in (which was quite something really, as he usually suffered from heart palpitations). He numbly pointed to the portrait whole with one hand and to the dorm stairs with the other. Remus sighed, "So James and Sirius went one way and the girls the other?"
Peter shook his head no. Clio and Remus exchanged glances, "Then did Lily and James go one way and Thalia and Sirius the other?" Clio gently suggested to the stunned Peter.
He shook no again.
"Then all separate?" suggested Pixie to the obviously fragile Peter.
No again.
"Wait, are you saying that James and Thalia went one way and Lily and Sirius another?" asked Remus at last.
Peter shook his head yes before giving an almost silent frightened squeak and collapsing mercifully onto the floor from sheer exhaustion and shock. Clio, after running over to Peter and checking to make sure he was really just passed out, sighed, "Oh great, our one witness to this weird little incident is on the floor unconscious! Meanwhile, our friends are off stewing at each other."
"And in the wrong pairs to top it off." added Remus.
"Whatever is up, it can't be there for much longer. We only have a little while longer to plan this shindig; the whole school is talking about it. They're calling it the "break from the war ball." Said the pacing Midnight
Clio groaned and sat down. "What in the heck are we going to do?"
"I don't know, " admitted Remus, "But we'd better do it soon."
…*…
The contemplator all those years
And you must adhere
To your new career of liberation
You've been cast all by yourself
You're free at last
You broke the set
Now there's, there's only singles
There's no looking back
This time I mean it
Are you happy now?
Tell me how
You're happy now
(Are you happy?)
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A.N. Next part is already posted, do rejoice in the sweetness of my nature for completing the bloody thing. *Ahem* I mean, keep reading! ::smile::
