Chapter Thirty-Six
The Match
Harry was lost.
He didn't know who he was anymore. He thought he at least knew that, but details after details surround him and he lost himself in their whorl wind. Hermione and Ron became strangers to him. like a blur from another life he once lived. But everything was different some how. yet nothing had changed.
Seri became the one and only person he found refuge in. He found himself going to her office to do homework whether the library or the common room.
Then there was quidditch. And the one thing Harry thought would never fad in his life did. Quidditch became just another game, nothing he put his heart into. He would tell himself he must, but then the sickening feeling of that he shouldn't even have a heart rose again, and he let the battle with his self fall.
After about a week after Christmas break, Harry got back into the swing of things with two heavy loads on his shoulder. One of course he shouldn't be alive and two he might never be as happy as he was that Christmas break again. Classes were simple, and the private ones with Seri were. a bore now.
"Come on Harry, you have to try." Seri encouraged.
"But I am trying." Harry said, standing back up.
"Another time then?"
"Yeah."
He felt himself breaking slowly, bit and pieces of himself fraying away.
Harry Potter couldn't live like this anymore.
On the third week into January, on that Wednesday, Harry found his legs leading him down to the dungeon for his Divinations class.
"OOOO! It's Harry Potter." Someone squealed from behind him.
"What?" Harry barked, not taking the time to turn and see who it was.
"Don't be so mean to be Mr. Scarhead." The girl piped.
Harry turned around to see the little second year, Molly, the one who had yelled at him before break.
"You know, if you weren't so little and a girl, I'd hex you." Harry growled.
"So, you won't fight me because I'm a girl, huh? Is that it Potter, not worth your wand?" The girl screamed.
"Would you get off it?" Harry pleaded.
"Turn and fight me Potter."
"Okay, Brown, knock it off, I'm gonna be late." Harry said.
"Sure you are."
Harry stopped and looked at her for a moment. "You're not English are you?"
The girl kinda calmed down and smiled. "Nope Greece, moved to England so my sister and I could go to Hogwarts. why?"
"You don't have an accent." Harry said plainly.
"Oh." Molly said, "Oh, I see what you are trying to do, change the subject so I won't go kong foo on your ass."
Harry narrowed his eyes and disbelief.
"Molly, stop." A girl said from the corridor. "Stop trying to stir up trouble." It was Daniel.
"Hi," Harry said, kinda out of it.
"Hi Harry, sorry about her." Daniel turned on Molly. "I told you to knock it off with the sexist thing. Gentlemen don't curse girls and you know it." She said, taking Molly up under the arm.
"But."
"No buts, I'm tiered of having to save you from expulsion. Do you really want to go to Athens?"
"Athens." Harry said.
"Magic School in Greece." Daniel said shortly. Dragging her sister down the dungeon away from Harry, hissing remarks at her.
"Weird." Harry breathed to himself, and he pushed open the door.
Seri was sitting in the corner, her head in her knees.
"Seri, are you okay?" Harry asked.
"Fine." She said, slowly standing up, her knees shaking slightly.
"No, stat seated Seri, its fine." Harry said.
She nodded gladly and sat back down. Harry took his seat in the chair and closed his eyes. It was routine. Every Wednesday Harry would sit for an hour trying to clear his mind and see something, a prophecy, something if only five seconds into the future. The erg to know more about his future and divination had grown since they were the means of him being alive.
"Clear you mind Harry, don't think, listen. try to see." Seri said softly.
Harry heard her finally stand and sit on her desk; her eyes burning into Harry.
For what seemed like hours, but where merely minutes, Harry sat there searching whatever he was supposed to be searching for answers.
And the next thing Harry knew, he was on the floor. His face was cold and wet from tears or sweat, he didn't know.
"Harry," Seri said franticly. His head was resting in her lap and she fanned him with her hand.
His eyes fluttered open.
"Oh think God." Seri said, wiping his face off with her robes.
What he had seen was coming back to him, quickly. like water crashing into rock.
He sat up fast; perhaps too fast. his head began to spin.
"What did you see Harry?" Seri said, seeing that look in his eyes.
"I. it's not clear." Harry stuttered.
"Try."
"It was like snap shots being flashed in front of my eyes." Harry said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
"What were they off?"
"One looked like a snake. yes, it was green and silver. it looked like the arms to Slytherin House." Harry said. "The next was of a lion, like Gryffindor. and then." Harry trialed off not knowing what the next one was.
"What is it Harry?"
"It. well. I might be mistaken but, it looked like my parents. And my dad was on one knee."
"James proposing maybe." Seri said.
"Yes.that's it. and there was one more, it was more of a movie, I heard voices."
"Voices?"
"Scratchy voices, like being played from an old radio. old voices that cracked on vowels and faded in sentences. They were arguing. something about meeting Sirius and not wanting them to go."
Seri looked at him, digesting it all in.
"When did my parents get engaged?" Harry asked.
"I don't know." Seri said softly.
"Oh."
"Harry I think we're done."
"What?"
"That's enough, you don't need to know anymore."
"What don't I know? Tell me!" Harry said firmly.
"No Harry, you know enough for now, go."
"What is up with you and Krum?"
"What?"
"What is going on? A love affair, a scheme, what?"
"You don't understand Harry."
"Because you don't trust me to tell me."
"That's not it at all. now please go." Seri said softly.
Harry stalked to the door only to turn around in the frame. "Why don't you let anyone help you?"
"Because I don't need help." Seri said.
"Yes you do. you trust Krum over Dumbledore and me. why?"
"Because. Harry you wouldn't understand."
"Then make me understand." Harry demanded.
"I can't, you're too young."
"I'm not much younger than you!" Harry screamed. He left the room.
"Harry. Harry please. Harry wait." Shrill pleads followed him down the dungeon.
That afternoon they had D.A., and Harry wasn't looking forward to seeing Seri.
"Okay everyone, this is a review," Seri said loudly. "Now, get a partner and start practicing those flobber legs."
She made her way though the crowd after that.
"Crap," Harry hissed, pushing a Ravenclaw out of his way.
"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione said.
"She wants to talk to me." Harry answered.
"About."
But Ron was cut off.
"Flob-ca-eas." Was one shouted and Harry melted to the floor.
"Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked.
"HAHA!" Crabbe and Goyle laughed loudly.
Draco looked at them smugly. "Toop-tis-tie!" Bind wrapped around
Harry.
"Draco, put him back." Seri said, pushing the last giggling Hufflepuff girls aside.
"I don't think so Angelica." Draco said, raising his wand again
"I am not Angelica!" Seri said firmly.
"Oh, that's right, you're a Black." Draco sput. "If I were you I'd rather be a Malfoy."
"You only say that because your father has you whipped."
"And it seems yours didn't hit you hard enough." Draco said nastily.
Seri raised her wand, "Say it again Draco."
"Your father should have hit you as much as he loved you." Draco said.
"If that is the case your father would have never laid a hand on you sorry ass."
Draco went white and then pink, "He does too love me, he doesn't let me go skipping around with the Weasley and a Potter for Christ sake."
Seri gave a nasty grin, "The Weasleys. the Potters. you have no idea who I am do you?"
"What?"
"I'm a Potter." Seri said softly.
"You lie."
"You only say that because the truth scars you."
Draco hissed a spell under his breath and Seri flew against the wall, half the room away.
"Say that again you filthily little liar." Draco yelled so that it echoed in the hall.
"I am a Potter."
"Cruico!" Draco hissed. A jolt of red light hit Seri in the chest, but she only smiled.
A few people squealed.
"Haven't you learned anything? Hate can't hurt me."
"Why not!" Draco said in anguish.
"Because I control hate." Seri said, an odd glint of devil hanging in her eyes. She threw the curse off and back at Draco.
"AHHHH!" Draco cried, kneeling to the floor.
"If you had any person inside of you living you'd learn to over though your father. but he has you whipped."
"Seri!" Professor McGonagall screamed, hurrying into the room. "What has happened here?"
And all at one, the whole sixth year began to mumble and murmur what had just taken place.
Seri released Harry's from his binds and as though pushed, he leaped from the room, before Ron, Hermione, Seri or even McGonagall could breath a word,
February came in good spirits. The snow was lessing, but the cold still chilled over Hogwarts. And if the temperature was refusing to mount, the anticipation for the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match was. Katie Bell had obviously been listening to Wood those years way back, because she had some how slipped into one of his moods. They had practice everyone afternoon till dark and all day on weekends. Talker was getting on everyone's nerves, but it seemed five hour practices tiered his body and his mouth.
And then it came, the long awaited match. Draco, for the first time Hogwarts history, was mortally embarrassed by not being able to perform an unforgivable curse (which he had been boasting about since Seri's first class) and that it was turned around on him. He had no turn around comments and was even descent to Harry, asked nicely to borrow his notes in Transfiguration.
"Last Class.." Harry muttered, scribbling the last sentence to his potion's essay, "last Class of the day."
"Potter." Snape growled. "No talking, ten points."
Harry moaned and dotted his "I's" and he was done. "Sorry Professor," he said brightly.
"Mockery, another ten points." Harry messed with his hair, trying his hardest to control himself.
He put some of his potion into a flask and turned it and his essay in.
"Leave Potter," Snape snapped.
"Excuse me?"
"Your done, leave."
Harry was almost over come with glee, he skipped out of the room, perhaps more than he should because he heard Snape mutter "another ten points," but he didn't care. It was finally the weekend. The last weekend of February and he was loving it.
Harry satisfied himself with a large helping of lunch before taking his refuge in the library. Ron and Hermione were still in class. and he had nothing to do. but perhaps. Yes, that's it. Harry had not visited Hagrid at all this year, every free time Harry had, which was limited, Hagrid was on some mission or at the Order. Harry could tell by the lights always being dead. With all the lessons and practices and everything happening with the Order plus not taking Care of Magical Creatures, Harry had no school time to see Hagrid either.
He put his books back in his bag and made his way out to the cabin. He knocked on the door.
"Who there?" A voice called.
"It's me Hagrid." Harry said.
"Hagrid not here, go away."
"Grawp?"
"Me Graswp. Who you?"
"I'm Harry." He said unsurely.
"Harry Potter? The one Hagrid speaks."
"Err. I guess so."
The door was thrown open and two huge hands surrounded Harry's. "Grawp glad to meet Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you too Grawp." Harry said, his arm being ripped out of socket. "Where is Hagrid?"
"Hagrid went to Hogsmead; no." Grawp said, releasing Harry's arm and rubbing his head, "Hagrid went though forest."
"The forest?"
"Yes sir. Him and Firenze went to peace centaurs." The dopey little giant said. "Would Harry Potter come for tea?"
"Oh.err. yes Grawp, I will."
Grawp nearly squealed, which you can imagine is very entertaining coming from a three man tall giant with a scratchy accent and a burly beard.
Harry sat down and started to rub Fangs head.
"Hagrid should be back soon, he told Grawp last night that it is bad to be in forest after the dark." Grawp said.
"Oh." Harry said as though new knowledge to him. "What is he trying to do?"
"Peace I said. With centaurs. They are be mean and nastily."
"But why should we care?"
Grawp stopped what he was doing. "I don't know. Hagrid said it was of most importances, but he said no why."
Harry nodded and took the cup of tea Grawp gave him thankfully, and it seemed, on the contrary to his half brother, Grawp made a pretty good cup of tea.
It was about five when Harry had finished his chat with Grawp and he hadn't gotten much out of him. He was about to open the door when it was pushed open.
"Grawp. oh hello Harry." Hagrid said, helping Harry up. "Haven't seen much of you. though haven't seen much of myself either." Hagrid kinda chuckled. "Sit down, have a cup of tea."
"Hi Hagrid!" Grawp said excitedly.
"Hi Grawp."
"Hagrid. why do you want to make peace with the centaurs?"
"Oh, that?" Hagrid sat sitting, no wait. collapsing into a chair. "Because they need to be made peace with. And Dumbledore need their peace."
"What for?"
"It's getting late Harry, and I don't mean to be a bad entertainer but." Hagrid kinda yawned. "Get out."
Harry kinda looked at Hagrid, not knowing if he should laugh or apologize, so he did both. "Sorry Hagrid, I'll see you later."
"Yeah, bye Harry."
The next morning Harry felt. well he felt odd that's it. He couldn't describe it really, but it was like he knew he should just crawl back into bed. But Harry shook off the feeling as four boys buried him down the stairs.
"Eat something Harry." Ron said, nearly throwing his heap of eggs at Harry as he waved his forked.
"Fine fine."
"Something wrong Harry?" Katie asked, sitting down beside him.
He looked at her a moment and shook his head. "No."
"Alright then, grab your Weasleys and let's get to it." Katie said merrily.
"Yo, Ho, Wait a minute girlfriend, I haven't finish my flap jacks." Talker said.
"Get up you grimy little git." Andrew Kirke said, taking Talker by the shirt and throwing him to his feet.
The air was clean and crisp, the ground solid and the stands over flowing.
"And it's Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff!" Seamus screamed over the intercom.
Katie led the way toward the new Hufflepuff captain, they shook hands.
"I want a nice clean game." Madam Hooch said, her eyes narrowing on Talker who gave a boyish grin.
The whistle blew. And the game was started.
But, even though Harry's blood froze the same way in anticipation for a glint of gold, and even though his heart jumped every time Ginny, Katie or Talker got a break away and though every drive Ron made made Harry gasped or grin, like it always did. it wasn't the same game. And instead of wanting to catch the snitch to win game, he wanted to capture it to end the game.
Seamus's voice droned out and Harry became lost in thought. Scarlet and yellow were zooming by him, but all he had eyes for was something, anything gold.
"ARUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Someone screamed, bringing Harry back to the reality.
A glint of gold.
Instinct took over Harry and his firebolt, and he dove. There is was, standing still above the grass. Waiting. waiting for Harry.
"HARRY HELP ME!!!"
It wasn't the snitch, it was Seri. Harry had seen her ring.
"What wrong?" Harry said, gliding to the ground next to her.
She flung into his neck. "Oh it was awful Harry, they were running and yelling and."
The oddest think happened next. Harry was about to feel sorry for Seri when.
"Hic up!" Seri said, her hand quickly jumping to her mouth. Harry pushed away at arm's length, staring at her. Seri's now shoulder length hair was messy and tangled, her tan skin was looking stretched and worn. After her hic up, she gave a giggleing-snort.
"Miss Black. Miss Black." A tubby little man with a towel wave in his fist hand and a tarnished apron on came "rolling" into the pitch. "Sorry Mr. Potter." The man said, his ears turning pink. "Don't men to bothery, but Miss Black needs to pay me."
"For what?"
"Six rounds of fire whiskey." The man said matter of factly. "I told her stop I did, but no, Miss Black has the will of her father. just can't hold the liquor." The man said quickly.
"Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Reddenton?" Professor Dumbledore said to the man.
"Yes, sir. I don't men to bothery, but Miss Black."
"Owes you money, I see." Dumbledore said. "But do you think it professional to come running at her with a dish towel is the way to get it?"
"Err. well no sir." Reddenton said off handedly, "But I need my 15 sickles."
"Fine," Dumbledore dropped 15 silver pieces into the man's hand. "Now leave before I chase Hagrid after you."
"Yes sir, Dumbledore sir." Reddenton said, stumbling backwards.
"Can we start again now Harry?" Katie said, flying a few feet in the air. It seemed she called a time out.
"Yeah," Harry said, brushing some hair out of Seri's face.
"I'll take her to my office Harry." Dumbledore said, putting a stringing arm around Seri.
The whistle blew.
Harry took off, not fast, but he was in the air.
A loud girlish giggle rang.
"Isn't that just the prettiest thing every!" Seri yelled. Her fingers were pointing at her nose.
Harry looked; the snitch was flying just there.
With out another thought, Harry dove at her.
"GET AWAY!" Seri scream, ducking, but Harry had caught the snitch.
"GRYFFIDOR WINS!" Seamus screamed. But Harry gave no care. He shoved the squirming Snitch into Ron's hand, and helped Seri up the grounds to Dumbledore's office.
"Sit her there Harry." Dumbledore said, pointing at the chair in front of her desk. He went to a book shelve and pulled out a rather thick, old one.
"Awe, simple, as I thought." He muttered.
"What is Professor?"
"An old remedy to sober her up, that' all." Dumbledore took a goblet and poured something in it. He put the point of his wand in the liquid and whispered something.
"Here Sirius Angel." Dumbledore said, "Drink up."
"Think you, you white-bearded- man." Seri said followed by another hic up.
"I get that a lot." Dumbledore said merrily.
Seri tipping the cup into her mouth and when she brought it down, her face was flushed and her eyes hard.
"Oh, God, I have such a head ach." Seri said, leaning back and closing her eyes.
"It'll be over soon." Dumbledore said, sitting down.
Harry looked at Seri, she was a mess.
"Dumbledore!" Phinneas Nigellus yelled from his frame. "Dumbledore.he's. Kreacher..Sirius's.. found.."
"Slow down Phinnease, what happened?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Where is Sirius Angel? And that Potter boy?" the man in the picture said quickly.
"Right here Phinnease, now tell me."
"Kreacher found Sirius's portrait."
Harry was lost.
He didn't know who he was anymore. He thought he at least knew that, but details after details surround him and he lost himself in their whorl wind. Hermione and Ron became strangers to him. like a blur from another life he once lived. But everything was different some how. yet nothing had changed.
Seri became the one and only person he found refuge in. He found himself going to her office to do homework whether the library or the common room.
Then there was quidditch. And the one thing Harry thought would never fad in his life did. Quidditch became just another game, nothing he put his heart into. He would tell himself he must, but then the sickening feeling of that he shouldn't even have a heart rose again, and he let the battle with his self fall.
After about a week after Christmas break, Harry got back into the swing of things with two heavy loads on his shoulder. One of course he shouldn't be alive and two he might never be as happy as he was that Christmas break again. Classes were simple, and the private ones with Seri were. a bore now.
"Come on Harry, you have to try." Seri encouraged.
"But I am trying." Harry said, standing back up.
"Another time then?"
"Yeah."
He felt himself breaking slowly, bit and pieces of himself fraying away.
Harry Potter couldn't live like this anymore.
On the third week into January, on that Wednesday, Harry found his legs leading him down to the dungeon for his Divinations class.
"OOOO! It's Harry Potter." Someone squealed from behind him.
"What?" Harry barked, not taking the time to turn and see who it was.
"Don't be so mean to be Mr. Scarhead." The girl piped.
Harry turned around to see the little second year, Molly, the one who had yelled at him before break.
"You know, if you weren't so little and a girl, I'd hex you." Harry growled.
"So, you won't fight me because I'm a girl, huh? Is that it Potter, not worth your wand?" The girl screamed.
"Would you get off it?" Harry pleaded.
"Turn and fight me Potter."
"Okay, Brown, knock it off, I'm gonna be late." Harry said.
"Sure you are."
Harry stopped and looked at her for a moment. "You're not English are you?"
The girl kinda calmed down and smiled. "Nope Greece, moved to England so my sister and I could go to Hogwarts. why?"
"You don't have an accent." Harry said plainly.
"Oh." Molly said, "Oh, I see what you are trying to do, change the subject so I won't go kong foo on your ass."
Harry narrowed his eyes and disbelief.
"Molly, stop." A girl said from the corridor. "Stop trying to stir up trouble." It was Daniel.
"Hi," Harry said, kinda out of it.
"Hi Harry, sorry about her." Daniel turned on Molly. "I told you to knock it off with the sexist thing. Gentlemen don't curse girls and you know it." She said, taking Molly up under the arm.
"But."
"No buts, I'm tiered of having to save you from expulsion. Do you really want to go to Athens?"
"Athens." Harry said.
"Magic School in Greece." Daniel said shortly. Dragging her sister down the dungeon away from Harry, hissing remarks at her.
"Weird." Harry breathed to himself, and he pushed open the door.
Seri was sitting in the corner, her head in her knees.
"Seri, are you okay?" Harry asked.
"Fine." She said, slowly standing up, her knees shaking slightly.
"No, stat seated Seri, its fine." Harry said.
She nodded gladly and sat back down. Harry took his seat in the chair and closed his eyes. It was routine. Every Wednesday Harry would sit for an hour trying to clear his mind and see something, a prophecy, something if only five seconds into the future. The erg to know more about his future and divination had grown since they were the means of him being alive.
"Clear you mind Harry, don't think, listen. try to see." Seri said softly.
Harry heard her finally stand and sit on her desk; her eyes burning into Harry.
For what seemed like hours, but where merely minutes, Harry sat there searching whatever he was supposed to be searching for answers.
And the next thing Harry knew, he was on the floor. His face was cold and wet from tears or sweat, he didn't know.
"Harry," Seri said franticly. His head was resting in her lap and she fanned him with her hand.
His eyes fluttered open.
"Oh think God." Seri said, wiping his face off with her robes.
What he had seen was coming back to him, quickly. like water crashing into rock.
He sat up fast; perhaps too fast. his head began to spin.
"What did you see Harry?" Seri said, seeing that look in his eyes.
"I. it's not clear." Harry stuttered.
"Try."
"It was like snap shots being flashed in front of my eyes." Harry said, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes.
"What were they off?"
"One looked like a snake. yes, it was green and silver. it looked like the arms to Slytherin House." Harry said. "The next was of a lion, like Gryffindor. and then." Harry trialed off not knowing what the next one was.
"What is it Harry?"
"It. well. I might be mistaken but, it looked like my parents. And my dad was on one knee."
"James proposing maybe." Seri said.
"Yes.that's it. and there was one more, it was more of a movie, I heard voices."
"Voices?"
"Scratchy voices, like being played from an old radio. old voices that cracked on vowels and faded in sentences. They were arguing. something about meeting Sirius and not wanting them to go."
Seri looked at him, digesting it all in.
"When did my parents get engaged?" Harry asked.
"I don't know." Seri said softly.
"Oh."
"Harry I think we're done."
"What?"
"That's enough, you don't need to know anymore."
"What don't I know? Tell me!" Harry said firmly.
"No Harry, you know enough for now, go."
"What is up with you and Krum?"
"What?"
"What is going on? A love affair, a scheme, what?"
"You don't understand Harry."
"Because you don't trust me to tell me."
"That's not it at all. now please go." Seri said softly.
Harry stalked to the door only to turn around in the frame. "Why don't you let anyone help you?"
"Because I don't need help." Seri said.
"Yes you do. you trust Krum over Dumbledore and me. why?"
"Because. Harry you wouldn't understand."
"Then make me understand." Harry demanded.
"I can't, you're too young."
"I'm not much younger than you!" Harry screamed. He left the room.
"Harry. Harry please. Harry wait." Shrill pleads followed him down the dungeon.
That afternoon they had D.A., and Harry wasn't looking forward to seeing Seri.
"Okay everyone, this is a review," Seri said loudly. "Now, get a partner and start practicing those flobber legs."
She made her way though the crowd after that.
"Crap," Harry hissed, pushing a Ravenclaw out of his way.
"What's wrong Harry?" Hermione said.
"She wants to talk to me." Harry answered.
"About."
But Ron was cut off.
"Flob-ca-eas." Was one shouted and Harry melted to the floor.
"Malfoy!" Hermione shrieked.
"HAHA!" Crabbe and Goyle laughed loudly.
Draco looked at them smugly. "Toop-tis-tie!" Bind wrapped around
Harry.
"Draco, put him back." Seri said, pushing the last giggling Hufflepuff girls aside.
"I don't think so Angelica." Draco said, raising his wand again
"I am not Angelica!" Seri said firmly.
"Oh, that's right, you're a Black." Draco sput. "If I were you I'd rather be a Malfoy."
"You only say that because your father has you whipped."
"And it seems yours didn't hit you hard enough." Draco said nastily.
Seri raised her wand, "Say it again Draco."
"Your father should have hit you as much as he loved you." Draco said.
"If that is the case your father would have never laid a hand on you sorry ass."
Draco went white and then pink, "He does too love me, he doesn't let me go skipping around with the Weasley and a Potter for Christ sake."
Seri gave a nasty grin, "The Weasleys. the Potters. you have no idea who I am do you?"
"What?"
"I'm a Potter." Seri said softly.
"You lie."
"You only say that because the truth scars you."
Draco hissed a spell under his breath and Seri flew against the wall, half the room away.
"Say that again you filthily little liar." Draco yelled so that it echoed in the hall.
"I am a Potter."
"Cruico!" Draco hissed. A jolt of red light hit Seri in the chest, but she only smiled.
A few people squealed.
"Haven't you learned anything? Hate can't hurt me."
"Why not!" Draco said in anguish.
"Because I control hate." Seri said, an odd glint of devil hanging in her eyes. She threw the curse off and back at Draco.
"AHHHH!" Draco cried, kneeling to the floor.
"If you had any person inside of you living you'd learn to over though your father. but he has you whipped."
"Seri!" Professor McGonagall screamed, hurrying into the room. "What has happened here?"
And all at one, the whole sixth year began to mumble and murmur what had just taken place.
Seri released Harry's from his binds and as though pushed, he leaped from the room, before Ron, Hermione, Seri or even McGonagall could breath a word,
February came in good spirits. The snow was lessing, but the cold still chilled over Hogwarts. And if the temperature was refusing to mount, the anticipation for the Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch match was. Katie Bell had obviously been listening to Wood those years way back, because she had some how slipped into one of his moods. They had practice everyone afternoon till dark and all day on weekends. Talker was getting on everyone's nerves, but it seemed five hour practices tiered his body and his mouth.
And then it came, the long awaited match. Draco, for the first time Hogwarts history, was mortally embarrassed by not being able to perform an unforgivable curse (which he had been boasting about since Seri's first class) and that it was turned around on him. He had no turn around comments and was even descent to Harry, asked nicely to borrow his notes in Transfiguration.
"Last Class.." Harry muttered, scribbling the last sentence to his potion's essay, "last Class of the day."
"Potter." Snape growled. "No talking, ten points."
Harry moaned and dotted his "I's" and he was done. "Sorry Professor," he said brightly.
"Mockery, another ten points." Harry messed with his hair, trying his hardest to control himself.
He put some of his potion into a flask and turned it and his essay in.
"Leave Potter," Snape snapped.
"Excuse me?"
"Your done, leave."
Harry was almost over come with glee, he skipped out of the room, perhaps more than he should because he heard Snape mutter "another ten points," but he didn't care. It was finally the weekend. The last weekend of February and he was loving it.
Harry satisfied himself with a large helping of lunch before taking his refuge in the library. Ron and Hermione were still in class. and he had nothing to do. but perhaps. Yes, that's it. Harry had not visited Hagrid at all this year, every free time Harry had, which was limited, Hagrid was on some mission or at the Order. Harry could tell by the lights always being dead. With all the lessons and practices and everything happening with the Order plus not taking Care of Magical Creatures, Harry had no school time to see Hagrid either.
He put his books back in his bag and made his way out to the cabin. He knocked on the door.
"Who there?" A voice called.
"It's me Hagrid." Harry said.
"Hagrid not here, go away."
"Grawp?"
"Me Graswp. Who you?"
"I'm Harry." He said unsurely.
"Harry Potter? The one Hagrid speaks."
"Err. I guess so."
The door was thrown open and two huge hands surrounded Harry's. "Grawp glad to meet Harry Potter."
"Nice to meet you too Grawp." Harry said, his arm being ripped out of socket. "Where is Hagrid?"
"Hagrid went to Hogsmead; no." Grawp said, releasing Harry's arm and rubbing his head, "Hagrid went though forest."
"The forest?"
"Yes sir. Him and Firenze went to peace centaurs." The dopey little giant said. "Would Harry Potter come for tea?"
"Oh.err. yes Grawp, I will."
Grawp nearly squealed, which you can imagine is very entertaining coming from a three man tall giant with a scratchy accent and a burly beard.
Harry sat down and started to rub Fangs head.
"Hagrid should be back soon, he told Grawp last night that it is bad to be in forest after the dark." Grawp said.
"Oh." Harry said as though new knowledge to him. "What is he trying to do?"
"Peace I said. With centaurs. They are be mean and nastily."
"But why should we care?"
Grawp stopped what he was doing. "I don't know. Hagrid said it was of most importances, but he said no why."
Harry nodded and took the cup of tea Grawp gave him thankfully, and it seemed, on the contrary to his half brother, Grawp made a pretty good cup of tea.
It was about five when Harry had finished his chat with Grawp and he hadn't gotten much out of him. He was about to open the door when it was pushed open.
"Grawp. oh hello Harry." Hagrid said, helping Harry up. "Haven't seen much of you. though haven't seen much of myself either." Hagrid kinda chuckled. "Sit down, have a cup of tea."
"Hi Hagrid!" Grawp said excitedly.
"Hi Grawp."
"Hagrid. why do you want to make peace with the centaurs?"
"Oh, that?" Hagrid sat sitting, no wait. collapsing into a chair. "Because they need to be made peace with. And Dumbledore need their peace."
"What for?"
"It's getting late Harry, and I don't mean to be a bad entertainer but." Hagrid kinda yawned. "Get out."
Harry kinda looked at Hagrid, not knowing if he should laugh or apologize, so he did both. "Sorry Hagrid, I'll see you later."
"Yeah, bye Harry."
The next morning Harry felt. well he felt odd that's it. He couldn't describe it really, but it was like he knew he should just crawl back into bed. But Harry shook off the feeling as four boys buried him down the stairs.
"Eat something Harry." Ron said, nearly throwing his heap of eggs at Harry as he waved his forked.
"Fine fine."
"Something wrong Harry?" Katie asked, sitting down beside him.
He looked at her a moment and shook his head. "No."
"Alright then, grab your Weasleys and let's get to it." Katie said merrily.
"Yo, Ho, Wait a minute girlfriend, I haven't finish my flap jacks." Talker said.
"Get up you grimy little git." Andrew Kirke said, taking Talker by the shirt and throwing him to his feet.
The air was clean and crisp, the ground solid and the stands over flowing.
"And it's Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff!" Seamus screamed over the intercom.
Katie led the way toward the new Hufflepuff captain, they shook hands.
"I want a nice clean game." Madam Hooch said, her eyes narrowing on Talker who gave a boyish grin.
The whistle blew. And the game was started.
But, even though Harry's blood froze the same way in anticipation for a glint of gold, and even though his heart jumped every time Ginny, Katie or Talker got a break away and though every drive Ron made made Harry gasped or grin, like it always did. it wasn't the same game. And instead of wanting to catch the snitch to win game, he wanted to capture it to end the game.
Seamus's voice droned out and Harry became lost in thought. Scarlet and yellow were zooming by him, but all he had eyes for was something, anything gold.
"ARUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Someone screamed, bringing Harry back to the reality.
A glint of gold.
Instinct took over Harry and his firebolt, and he dove. There is was, standing still above the grass. Waiting. waiting for Harry.
"HARRY HELP ME!!!"
It wasn't the snitch, it was Seri. Harry had seen her ring.
"What wrong?" Harry said, gliding to the ground next to her.
She flung into his neck. "Oh it was awful Harry, they were running and yelling and."
The oddest think happened next. Harry was about to feel sorry for Seri when.
"Hic up!" Seri said, her hand quickly jumping to her mouth. Harry pushed away at arm's length, staring at her. Seri's now shoulder length hair was messy and tangled, her tan skin was looking stretched and worn. After her hic up, she gave a giggleing-snort.
"Miss Black. Miss Black." A tubby little man with a towel wave in his fist hand and a tarnished apron on came "rolling" into the pitch. "Sorry Mr. Potter." The man said, his ears turning pink. "Don't men to bothery, but Miss Black needs to pay me."
"For what?"
"Six rounds of fire whiskey." The man said matter of factly. "I told her stop I did, but no, Miss Black has the will of her father. just can't hold the liquor." The man said quickly.
"Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Reddenton?" Professor Dumbledore said to the man.
"Yes, sir. I don't men to bothery, but Miss Black."
"Owes you money, I see." Dumbledore said. "But do you think it professional to come running at her with a dish towel is the way to get it?"
"Err. well no sir." Reddenton said off handedly, "But I need my 15 sickles."
"Fine," Dumbledore dropped 15 silver pieces into the man's hand. "Now leave before I chase Hagrid after you."
"Yes sir, Dumbledore sir." Reddenton said, stumbling backwards.
"Can we start again now Harry?" Katie said, flying a few feet in the air. It seemed she called a time out.
"Yeah," Harry said, brushing some hair out of Seri's face.
"I'll take her to my office Harry." Dumbledore said, putting a stringing arm around Seri.
The whistle blew.
Harry took off, not fast, but he was in the air.
A loud girlish giggle rang.
"Isn't that just the prettiest thing every!" Seri yelled. Her fingers were pointing at her nose.
Harry looked; the snitch was flying just there.
With out another thought, Harry dove at her.
"GET AWAY!" Seri scream, ducking, but Harry had caught the snitch.
"GRYFFIDOR WINS!" Seamus screamed. But Harry gave no care. He shoved the squirming Snitch into Ron's hand, and helped Seri up the grounds to Dumbledore's office.
"Sit her there Harry." Dumbledore said, pointing at the chair in front of her desk. He went to a book shelve and pulled out a rather thick, old one.
"Awe, simple, as I thought." He muttered.
"What is Professor?"
"An old remedy to sober her up, that' all." Dumbledore took a goblet and poured something in it. He put the point of his wand in the liquid and whispered something.
"Here Sirius Angel." Dumbledore said, "Drink up."
"Think you, you white-bearded- man." Seri said followed by another hic up.
"I get that a lot." Dumbledore said merrily.
Seri tipping the cup into her mouth and when she brought it down, her face was flushed and her eyes hard.
"Oh, God, I have such a head ach." Seri said, leaning back and closing her eyes.
"It'll be over soon." Dumbledore said, sitting down.
Harry looked at Seri, she was a mess.
"Dumbledore!" Phinneas Nigellus yelled from his frame. "Dumbledore.he's. Kreacher..Sirius's.. found.."
"Slow down Phinnease, what happened?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Where is Sirius Angel? And that Potter boy?" the man in the picture said quickly.
"Right here Phinnease, now tell me."
"Kreacher found Sirius's portrait."