Star-chan: I have been going through heck trying to figure out how on earth
to format the story so it's readable. I haven't had too much success, have
I?
Neko: I'd say no.
Star-chan: Did I ask you?
Neko: Nope, but I live to bug you.
Star-chan: Does anyone know a good muse shop where I can exchange Neko for a better one?
Neko: Just get on with it already.
DISCLAIMER: See Previous Chapter.
Harry groaned as morning light stubbornly shone through his window. He hadn't gotten much sleep, seeing that he had spent most of the night reading and pondering. From the way Lily had described it, she and James had fought with a vengeance. In fact, it was unbelievable how many insults that were thrown were similar to Ron and Hermione's, 'know-it-all' and 'irresponsible' to name a few.
So most of Harry's wonderings were if Ron and Hermione did like each other that way. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if they did. The problem was, Harry knew, that both of his best friends were incredible stubborn in their own way and would never admit to liking each other.
'Maybe Sirius could help?' Harry wondered. It was possible, however, that his godfather didn't know how to play matchmaker. 'Mrs. Weasley and Ginny would probably get all giggle, Fred and George would just tease 'Ronnikins',' he thought, becoming increasingly more enigmatic. The only thing he was sure of was that Ron and Hermione would NOT get together if left to their own devices. 'Well, I suppose Sirius is my best bet,' Harry thought, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
Finding a spare piece of parchment, Harry scribbled a letter to his godfather.
Dear Sirius,
I'm fine, so don't worry. Everything here is fine, except for Dudley, of course. I haven't blown up an aunt-yet.
I was wondering something and want your opinion. You see, I found my mom's old diary and read about her and Dad's skirmishes. Do you think it could be the same for Ron and Hermione? Hope you and Remus are well,
Harry
With a sigh, Harry folded the letter and looked out at the overly bright sun. Guessing that it was about 11:00, he hurried downstairs to see if he could find breakfast.
"RISE AND SHINE!!!" Sarah's voice rang throughout the Victorian house. Becca groaned and rolled over. She'd been having such a nice dream.
"GET UP!!!" This time, Sarah's voice was able to throw Becca out of bed and send her crashing to the floor. Becca finally admitted the inevitable and rose to get dressed.
"Good morning!" Sarah greeted cheerfully as Becca plopped into the kitchen.
"It's morning. Don't be so cheerful," Becca grumbled. Her hair, which now changed color every five minutes or so, thanks to the stuff she found in Diagon Alley, was ruffled and her blue eyes still had sleep in them.
Sarah, unfazed to Becca's remark, went about cooking breakfast and a tawny owl flew in the window, carrying a newspaper. The now redheaded Becca glared at the owl, which hooted very loudly, before snatching the paper off of its leg. The bird returned the look and flew over to Sarah to beg for a piece of bacon.
"Good morning, Strix," Sarah greeted as she gave in and allowed the owl a stripe of bacon. Becca snorted while unfolding the paper.
"Why does the bloody owl-," Becca started, but stopped dead as she read the front page. After a few sputtering noises from Becca (whose face was starting to look like her hair), Sarah looked over and gaped in shock at the bold title.
DARK MARK APPEARANCE
"Oh my god." the brunette breathed. Underneath the heading was a picture of a destroyed home with Ministry officials drifting on and out. Overhead, the glittering Dark Mark shone like a new constellation. Sarah snatched the paper from Becca.
"Hey!" the purple haired woman squawked irritably. "Quit doing that!" There was an uncomfortable pause for a moment while Sarah scanned the article and Becca fidgeted impatiently.
Finally, Sarah removed the Daily Prophet from her nose and sighed. "Fudge is still trying to blame Si-Black for this. Even after that," she said, gesturing at the picture. Continuing, she added, "The attack was on the Anahorias. They're dead."
"Oh God," Becca whispered. "It's starting again. HE's rising, and Fudge won't admit it!" She grabbed the paper from Sarah.
"Do you mind?!" Sarah huffed, but Becca ignored her as she flipped through the pages.
Stopping, the green haired witch cried, "Great, the comics! I love Martin the Mad Muggle.That woman who invented it was a genius, I swear!" before giggling excessively. Slowly, Sarah turned back to the bacon, to discover it was most definitely over done. But she had bigger worries on her mind. Like what Voldemort would do if he found out her research. 'You'll jump off that bridge when it comes,' she thought grimly while trying to heroically to save the bacon.
Of course, Sirius was also discovering that he'd gone out and killed three people last night. Remus, knowing his friend all to well, had not spoken since the Daily Prophet had arrived and had cleared out of the living room, which was being destroyed piece by piece by an angry ex-convict.
Hesitantly, Remus cracked the door open to try to survey the damage done. Of course, he barely was missed by throw pillow.
"Will it be worth my time to try and tell you to calm down, Padfoot?" the werewolf asked, not opening the door any farther. Not hearing any affirmative, but no more breaking sounds or curses, he pushed the door opened even more. When Remus had the door opened the enough, he stopped at the sight of his disheveled living room. Pillows were everywhere, picture frames broken, end tables overturned, and Sirius was pouting on a sofa.
"Umm.I'll clean it up," he claimed quickly.
Remus sighed. "Did you have to turn my living room into World War Three?" he asked sorrowfully.
Sirius opened his mouth to reply, but a familiar white owl started tapping on the window. With a joyful exclamation, Sirius leapt at the window and allowed Hedwig access the once-living room. The ex-convict quickly scanned over the letter, laughing a bit.
"It seems that Harry hasn't had any trouble yet. But he is pretty clever," Sirius said lightly, passing the note to Remus, who in turn read the letter. Shaking his head, the werewolf returned the letter and sighed.
"That must be his dad showing up," he said teasingly. Sirius made a face.
"How many times have I told you-," he began, but Remus interrupted.
"Have fun cleaning, without magic."
Swearwords followed Remus as he left the room.
Star-chan: This has got to be some sort of record. I've never gotten another chapter up so fast!
Neko: Who'd thought that was possible? Not me.
Star-chan: Shut up. Kawaiiness Princess-Thank you so much! I need more reviewers! Hime-dono- Thanks, and I will gladly slap Neko for you!
Neko: I am just unappreciated.
Star-chan: Also, I read 'Send in the Clones'. Do you think you could make a Remus clone for me?
Neko: God help us.
Star-chan: Hush. And lastly, Evil Willow- HE'S MINE, DAMNIT!
Neko: Touchy, isn't she?
Star-chan: SHUT UP!!!!!! Please review. Bye bye!
Neko: I'd say no.
Star-chan: Did I ask you?
Neko: Nope, but I live to bug you.
Star-chan: Does anyone know a good muse shop where I can exchange Neko for a better one?
Neko: Just get on with it already.
DISCLAIMER: See Previous Chapter.
Harry groaned as morning light stubbornly shone through his window. He hadn't gotten much sleep, seeing that he had spent most of the night reading and pondering. From the way Lily had described it, she and James had fought with a vengeance. In fact, it was unbelievable how many insults that were thrown were similar to Ron and Hermione's, 'know-it-all' and 'irresponsible' to name a few.
So most of Harry's wonderings were if Ron and Hermione did like each other that way. It wouldn't surprise him in the least if they did. The problem was, Harry knew, that both of his best friends were incredible stubborn in their own way and would never admit to liking each other.
'Maybe Sirius could help?' Harry wondered. It was possible, however, that his godfather didn't know how to play matchmaker. 'Mrs. Weasley and Ginny would probably get all giggle, Fred and George would just tease 'Ronnikins',' he thought, becoming increasingly more enigmatic. The only thing he was sure of was that Ron and Hermione would NOT get together if left to their own devices. 'Well, I suppose Sirius is my best bet,' Harry thought, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
Finding a spare piece of parchment, Harry scribbled a letter to his godfather.
Dear Sirius,
I'm fine, so don't worry. Everything here is fine, except for Dudley, of course. I haven't blown up an aunt-yet.
I was wondering something and want your opinion. You see, I found my mom's old diary and read about her and Dad's skirmishes. Do you think it could be the same for Ron and Hermione? Hope you and Remus are well,
Harry
With a sigh, Harry folded the letter and looked out at the overly bright sun. Guessing that it was about 11:00, he hurried downstairs to see if he could find breakfast.
"RISE AND SHINE!!!" Sarah's voice rang throughout the Victorian house. Becca groaned and rolled over. She'd been having such a nice dream.
"GET UP!!!" This time, Sarah's voice was able to throw Becca out of bed and send her crashing to the floor. Becca finally admitted the inevitable and rose to get dressed.
"Good morning!" Sarah greeted cheerfully as Becca plopped into the kitchen.
"It's morning. Don't be so cheerful," Becca grumbled. Her hair, which now changed color every five minutes or so, thanks to the stuff she found in Diagon Alley, was ruffled and her blue eyes still had sleep in them.
Sarah, unfazed to Becca's remark, went about cooking breakfast and a tawny owl flew in the window, carrying a newspaper. The now redheaded Becca glared at the owl, which hooted very loudly, before snatching the paper off of its leg. The bird returned the look and flew over to Sarah to beg for a piece of bacon.
"Good morning, Strix," Sarah greeted as she gave in and allowed the owl a stripe of bacon. Becca snorted while unfolding the paper.
"Why does the bloody owl-," Becca started, but stopped dead as she read the front page. After a few sputtering noises from Becca (whose face was starting to look like her hair), Sarah looked over and gaped in shock at the bold title.
DARK MARK APPEARANCE
"Oh my god." the brunette breathed. Underneath the heading was a picture of a destroyed home with Ministry officials drifting on and out. Overhead, the glittering Dark Mark shone like a new constellation. Sarah snatched the paper from Becca.
"Hey!" the purple haired woman squawked irritably. "Quit doing that!" There was an uncomfortable pause for a moment while Sarah scanned the article and Becca fidgeted impatiently.
Finally, Sarah removed the Daily Prophet from her nose and sighed. "Fudge is still trying to blame Si-Black for this. Even after that," she said, gesturing at the picture. Continuing, she added, "The attack was on the Anahorias. They're dead."
"Oh God," Becca whispered. "It's starting again. HE's rising, and Fudge won't admit it!" She grabbed the paper from Sarah.
"Do you mind?!" Sarah huffed, but Becca ignored her as she flipped through the pages.
Stopping, the green haired witch cried, "Great, the comics! I love Martin the Mad Muggle.That woman who invented it was a genius, I swear!" before giggling excessively. Slowly, Sarah turned back to the bacon, to discover it was most definitely over done. But she had bigger worries on her mind. Like what Voldemort would do if he found out her research. 'You'll jump off that bridge when it comes,' she thought grimly while trying to heroically to save the bacon.
Of course, Sirius was also discovering that he'd gone out and killed three people last night. Remus, knowing his friend all to well, had not spoken since the Daily Prophet had arrived and had cleared out of the living room, which was being destroyed piece by piece by an angry ex-convict.
Hesitantly, Remus cracked the door open to try to survey the damage done. Of course, he barely was missed by throw pillow.
"Will it be worth my time to try and tell you to calm down, Padfoot?" the werewolf asked, not opening the door any farther. Not hearing any affirmative, but no more breaking sounds or curses, he pushed the door opened even more. When Remus had the door opened the enough, he stopped at the sight of his disheveled living room. Pillows were everywhere, picture frames broken, end tables overturned, and Sirius was pouting on a sofa.
"Umm.I'll clean it up," he claimed quickly.
Remus sighed. "Did you have to turn my living room into World War Three?" he asked sorrowfully.
Sirius opened his mouth to reply, but a familiar white owl started tapping on the window. With a joyful exclamation, Sirius leapt at the window and allowed Hedwig access the once-living room. The ex-convict quickly scanned over the letter, laughing a bit.
"It seems that Harry hasn't had any trouble yet. But he is pretty clever," Sirius said lightly, passing the note to Remus, who in turn read the letter. Shaking his head, the werewolf returned the letter and sighed.
"That must be his dad showing up," he said teasingly. Sirius made a face.
"How many times have I told you-," he began, but Remus interrupted.
"Have fun cleaning, without magic."
Swearwords followed Remus as he left the room.
Star-chan: This has got to be some sort of record. I've never gotten another chapter up so fast!
Neko: Who'd thought that was possible? Not me.
Star-chan: Shut up. Kawaiiness Princess-Thank you so much! I need more reviewers! Hime-dono- Thanks, and I will gladly slap Neko for you!
Neko: I am just unappreciated.
Star-chan: Also, I read 'Send in the Clones'. Do you think you could make a Remus clone for me?
Neko: God help us.
Star-chan: Hush. And lastly, Evil Willow- HE'S MINE, DAMNIT!
Neko: Touchy, isn't she?
Star-chan: SHUT UP!!!!!! Please review. Bye bye!