Chapter Thirty-Eight
Surprise
Later that night Dumbledore arrived with Hagrid, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Mark and oddly Miley, who was looking very gloom. Whenever Harry tried to talk to her, she's shrug and stalk off. strangely, Hagrid was the same.
"What happened Harry?" Ron asked, when they finally got alone.
"Well." Harry said, giving Hermione a side glance, "I'm related to Mark." He said with a sigh.
"Mark who?" Hermione asked.
"Are you stupid or what Hermione? Evans, that weird little boy that follows us around." Ron splat, whacking Hermione up side the head.
"God, sorry Ron!" Hermione squealed, "but come on, it would make more since being related to you instead of Harry."
"Just because he looks like he belongs in the Weasley family doesn't mean he is part of it."
"Yes, but if you knew anything you'd know traits such as hair color and eyes color run in a family." Hermione rebelled.
"He looks like my mum." Harry said simply. His eyes darted to the floor, avoiding the looks of his friends.
"Ha.Harry." Hermione stuttered, "You never talk about your mum."
There was silence and then Ron sighed loudly.
"Ron, shh." Hermione said, hitting Ron in the arm.
"What Ron?" Harry said, still not meeting his friend's eyes.
"What did she look like?"
Harry smiled, "I can't remember. I only know pictures." Saying it sounded so low, so pitiful. and yet, it was true. The only way Harry knew his parents were by their picture, but then he knew their memory; their walking memory from the veil.
"She has red hair, dancing around her shoulders. She has green eyes that glisten and when she smiled her face lights up." Harry said, smiling like a fool.
Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. "Harry, you have never seen her before."
"And she's funny." Harry continued ignore the statement. "She smiled when she cries and she loves me."
"Harry." Hermione said, touching his upper arm.
He turned his face to her and his face was streaming with tears. He made static motion to dry the river, but she saw. "Guys," Harry said softly, "I met my parents behind the veil."
"REALLY?" Ron said excited.
"My dad. he's. he's everything I thought he would be." Harry said, in his dream like state again.
"How Harry, how did you see your parents behind the veil."
Harry went on to explain the memory and how the veil worked. Hermione and Ron fell silent.
"There is one thing I don't understand though." Ron said thoughtfully, "Why are we here?"
"I don't know."
There was a knock on the door.
The three jerked their head around; scared they were being listened to. "Come in," Hermione said sweetly.
"It's just me guys." Charlie said, popping his head in the door. "Mum said it's getting late and that you three better get to bed."
"Oh, alright Charlie. Thanks." Ron said, grinning at his older brother.
Charlie winked and closed the door again.
"Do you think he heard anything?" Ron asked quickly.
"Does it really matter?" Harry asked.
"I guess not. Come on, let's get to bed." Ron said, standing up.
"I don't want to go back to that room." Hermione grumbled following Harry and Ron to the door.
"Why not?"
"Miley, she's become impossible!"
"How so?"
"She's just.so secret, like she knows something I don't. Like every time she looks at me, she's plotting different ways to torture or kill me." Hermione shuttered.
Ron chucked and strung a lanky arm around her shoulder. "You're just being paranoid."
Hermione nodded, her cheeks turning red.
Harry didn't think so though. Miley had gotten darker the more Harry talked to her and saw her, it was odd.
On their way up stairs, they ran into Seri.
She jumped at the sight of Harry and lowered her eyes, as though not seeing herself worthy of looking into his eyes. Ron shook his head, mumbling "loon" under his breath, and pushed Harry back up stairs.
Harry took off his glasses and fell into bed and his mind went blurry with a dream.
" 'Please no.' Seri pleaded.
'It is what you are suppose to do!'
'But it is not what I want!'
'Do I look like I give a damn!'
Seri bowed her head and let the man, decked out in black, drag her from the room."
It moved to another dream.
" 'Charlie, you just have to trust me.'
'But what if you get hurt? I couldn't live with myself knowing I let you do this!' Charlie screamed, holding Seri in place.
'You don't understand, you're not letting me do this. I am. It is the only way. I have to!'
'No you don't.'
'Charlie, I have to. It could be no safer. Him right in our grasped with Harry.' Her words trailed off.
'But so many things could go wrong.'
'So many things have already gone wrong Charlie.'
Seri touched the side of his face and she turned to leave the room.
'Wait, let me help!'
Seri turned a reassuring smile in her face. 'You really want to help?'
'With all my heart.'
The vision faded to another.
" 'Oh, alright Charlie. Thanks.' Ron said, grinning at his older brother.
Charlie winked and closed the door again. He dodged behind the stairs and watched Harry, Ron and Hermione walk up them. Seri came down second later.
'Seri.' Charlie said, dragging her back to his hiding spot. He brushed his lips across hers. His face gazed into hers. 'What's wrong with you?'
'Tomorrow.' She said plainly.
'Tomorrow?' Charlie repeated. 'You sure?'
'Yes, tomorrow.'"
Harry shot up. It was the dead of night. He rubbed his hands over his face and messed with his hair. He was imagining things. Harry lay back down. What ever Seri was hiding he would find out tomorrow, huh. But what did it have to do with him? And was it something he would live though? Harry couldn't go back to sleep.
The next morning gave no sign of anything happening. The house had been thinned to only Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Mark, Harry, Seri, Charlie, Remus, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley. Miley, Krum, Tonks Sirius, Hagrid, and oddly, Snape who has arrived in the dead of night with a bad bleeding cut clean across his face. Seri spent most of the morning cleaning him up, his harsh cuss word when she cleaned the cut and their hush conversation.
"No on can go though that door. Once anyone gets out side." Seri trailed off.
There was a feeling hovering over the house, the lengthy stretch and boredom of waiting, but Harry didn't know for what. Hermione, Ron, Ginny or Mark did not seem to notice anything, but Charlie was certainly attacking off course.
And it wasn't till dinner when Ron and Hermione agreed.
"Want to see something funny?" Charlie hissed.
Ron and Harry grinned and nodded. Charlie put a tan finger to his lips and jerked his head to the balcony over looking the forger to the front door. "What are we doing?" Ron mouthed.
"Watch," Charlie said, with a fake grin.
"Professor Snape!" He screamed. Second later, as though on cue, Snape came stalking from the kitchen, his face with a huge bandage on it.
"What do you want Weasley?" He snapped.
"I didn't say anything." Charlie called innocently.
Snape rolled his eyes and turned on heel only being met in the face by a bucket off paste and feathers.
"Weasley I will kill you!" Snape cried, spitting out feathers. His eyes turned red.
Seri came running into the forger, a wide grin across her face. "Severus. is you alright?"
"I can't take it any more Sirius Angel, I'm going for a walk!" He grabbed his cloak off the rack and slammed the door behind him.
"Bloody Brilliant Charlie!" Ron and Seri exclaiming in unison.
Charlie smiled and turned to walk down the stairs. "One down," he breathed.
Ron was to busy giggling to hear his brother, but Harry did. One down. how many more to go?
Slow as molasses the night fell around them. Tonks, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley where all in the kitchen making dinner.
"Ron," Harry said suddenly, "Have you noticed anything weird latterly?"
"Like what? You are going to have be more specific." He joked.
"With Seri."
""Nothing more weird than normal. I still say she's hiding something." He said lazily.
"Yeah." Harry said softly.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" someone shouted.
"What was that?" Ron said, after falling off the couch.
"I don't know." Harry answered, making his way to the voices.
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK?" Charlie voice roared.
Harry and Ron found the pair in the hall.
"DON'T YOU TRUST ME?" Seri screamed.
"NO FARTHER THAN I CAN THROW YOU!"
"FINE!" Seri stuttered. "FINE! I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN BOTHERED, YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME!"
"WELL, I DON'T' WANT TO UNDERSTAND YOU! YOU ARE A PIG HEAD, STUBBORN ASS WOMEN WITH NO HEART WHAT SO EVER! YOU CARE MORE ABOUT YOURSELF THAN YOU DO ANYONE!"
Seri's face looked hurt, and her eyes pleading. Charlie looked as though he was choking on his own words and his eyes were apologizing over and over again as though a chant.
"I CAN'T TAKE BEING IN THE SAME HOSUE AS YOU ANYMORE CHALRIE WEASLEY!" And with that, Seri swept out of the room, banging to door shut making the window pains dance.
"Vhat vas that about Veasley! She's too good for you!" Krum sneered, pushing his way passed Mrs. Weasley. The kitchen crew had come to see the fight right after Ron and Harry.
"Go after her then you hook nosed twit. See if she'll come running into your arms now." Charlie hissed.
Krum threw one good, hard punch into Charlie face, grabbed Miley by the arm and took off after Seri.
Charlie had been thrown against the wall, his face turning red. But he looked more helpless than hurt. His eyes stared at the door as though wishing to run out it after the group, but then invisible restraints held him.
"Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley cried rushing to her son's side. "What was that about?"
"Seri and I got in a fight, that's all." Charlie said, pushing himself away from his mother. "I've had worse than this woman, leave me alone." Charlie took off up the stairs, jumping three at a time.
Ron grabbed Harry arm and jerked him back in to the living room. "Something is going on, I know it. Charlie would never say anything like that to a girl, especially Seri. And he never acts like that to mum."
"Today," Harry said solemnly.
"What's today?"
"Something," Harry answered, "Keep your wand with you tonight, something is going to happen, something big."
"You're starting to scare me." Ron said.
"I'm scaring myself."
They had a silent dinner; Charlie had locked himself in the boy dorm and wouldn't eat. After they ate, everyone, minus Charlie and Sirius (who was in his room "reading") retired into the living room. Ron and Harry filled Hermione and Ginny on what was going on.
At a half pass ten Charlie came down. His shirt was untucked and his hair was askew. "Seri home yet?" he asked tonelessly.
"Do you think she'll come home tonight?" Ginny asked softly.
But there was no room for an answer. The front door had been blasted open.
In one, shaky jolting motion, the whole living room somehow jumped and dashed to the hall leading to the door. In the frame stood five black figures reflected against the moon light.
Rain form outside came pelting in and lighting lit up their faces.
They stepped into the room, smashing the door shut behind them.
Their put their hoods down. Seri stood their in a tight black tanks top, black jeans and her black family robes. Krum was behind her, in the same black attire. Snape stepped forward, his cheek still bleeding and Miley in front of him, a scold on her soft face.
"Surprise." Seri said softly. "CRUCIO!" She yelled. It hit Charlie in the chest, he fell back and hit the stairs, fainting.
"SIRIUS ANGEL!" Tonks screamed.
"Don't' start with me, cousin." Seri snapped. The four of them parted and let the fifth member stepped forward. His hood was still up and he glided across the hall. He got right in Harry's face.
The group behind him froze, daring not help. "You will never slip though my fingers again."
Harry, in one swift moment retrieved his wand and shot a hex at the figure. He flew, crashing into the floor, his hood jerking off his face.
"WORMTAIL!" Harry screamed in shock.
"Don't do that again Harry," Seri advise, her wand pointed at his face.
He stared at her in disbelief, "I don't understand."
Seri grinned, twilled her wand at her fingers tips elegantly and pocketed it. She removed her robes and hung them up. There for Harry to see -the burning tattoo of a skull and snake on Seri's shoulder.
"You're a death eater?!?"
Later that night Dumbledore arrived with Hagrid, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Mark and oddly Miley, who was looking very gloom. Whenever Harry tried to talk to her, she's shrug and stalk off. strangely, Hagrid was the same.
"What happened Harry?" Ron asked, when they finally got alone.
"Well." Harry said, giving Hermione a side glance, "I'm related to Mark." He said with a sigh.
"Mark who?" Hermione asked.
"Are you stupid or what Hermione? Evans, that weird little boy that follows us around." Ron splat, whacking Hermione up side the head.
"God, sorry Ron!" Hermione squealed, "but come on, it would make more since being related to you instead of Harry."
"Just because he looks like he belongs in the Weasley family doesn't mean he is part of it."
"Yes, but if you knew anything you'd know traits such as hair color and eyes color run in a family." Hermione rebelled.
"He looks like my mum." Harry said simply. His eyes darted to the floor, avoiding the looks of his friends.
"Ha.Harry." Hermione stuttered, "You never talk about your mum."
There was silence and then Ron sighed loudly.
"Ron, shh." Hermione said, hitting Ron in the arm.
"What Ron?" Harry said, still not meeting his friend's eyes.
"What did she look like?"
Harry smiled, "I can't remember. I only know pictures." Saying it sounded so low, so pitiful. and yet, it was true. The only way Harry knew his parents were by their picture, but then he knew their memory; their walking memory from the veil.
"She has red hair, dancing around her shoulders. She has green eyes that glisten and when she smiled her face lights up." Harry said, smiling like a fool.
Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. "Harry, you have never seen her before."
"And she's funny." Harry continued ignore the statement. "She smiled when she cries and she loves me."
"Harry." Hermione said, touching his upper arm.
He turned his face to her and his face was streaming with tears. He made static motion to dry the river, but she saw. "Guys," Harry said softly, "I met my parents behind the veil."
"REALLY?" Ron said excited.
"My dad. he's. he's everything I thought he would be." Harry said, in his dream like state again.
"How Harry, how did you see your parents behind the veil."
Harry went on to explain the memory and how the veil worked. Hermione and Ron fell silent.
"There is one thing I don't understand though." Ron said thoughtfully, "Why are we here?"
"I don't know."
There was a knock on the door.
The three jerked their head around; scared they were being listened to. "Come in," Hermione said sweetly.
"It's just me guys." Charlie said, popping his head in the door. "Mum said it's getting late and that you three better get to bed."
"Oh, alright Charlie. Thanks." Ron said, grinning at his older brother.
Charlie winked and closed the door again.
"Do you think he heard anything?" Ron asked quickly.
"Does it really matter?" Harry asked.
"I guess not. Come on, let's get to bed." Ron said, standing up.
"I don't want to go back to that room." Hermione grumbled following Harry and Ron to the door.
"Why not?"
"Miley, she's become impossible!"
"How so?"
"She's just.so secret, like she knows something I don't. Like every time she looks at me, she's plotting different ways to torture or kill me." Hermione shuttered.
Ron chucked and strung a lanky arm around her shoulder. "You're just being paranoid."
Hermione nodded, her cheeks turning red.
Harry didn't think so though. Miley had gotten darker the more Harry talked to her and saw her, it was odd.
On their way up stairs, they ran into Seri.
She jumped at the sight of Harry and lowered her eyes, as though not seeing herself worthy of looking into his eyes. Ron shook his head, mumbling "loon" under his breath, and pushed Harry back up stairs.
Harry took off his glasses and fell into bed and his mind went blurry with a dream.
" 'Please no.' Seri pleaded.
'It is what you are suppose to do!'
'But it is not what I want!'
'Do I look like I give a damn!'
Seri bowed her head and let the man, decked out in black, drag her from the room."
It moved to another dream.
" 'Charlie, you just have to trust me.'
'But what if you get hurt? I couldn't live with myself knowing I let you do this!' Charlie screamed, holding Seri in place.
'You don't understand, you're not letting me do this. I am. It is the only way. I have to!'
'No you don't.'
'Charlie, I have to. It could be no safer. Him right in our grasped with Harry.' Her words trailed off.
'But so many things could go wrong.'
'So many things have already gone wrong Charlie.'
Seri touched the side of his face and she turned to leave the room.
'Wait, let me help!'
Seri turned a reassuring smile in her face. 'You really want to help?'
'With all my heart.'
The vision faded to another.
" 'Oh, alright Charlie. Thanks.' Ron said, grinning at his older brother.
Charlie winked and closed the door again. He dodged behind the stairs and watched Harry, Ron and Hermione walk up them. Seri came down second later.
'Seri.' Charlie said, dragging her back to his hiding spot. He brushed his lips across hers. His face gazed into hers. 'What's wrong with you?'
'Tomorrow.' She said plainly.
'Tomorrow?' Charlie repeated. 'You sure?'
'Yes, tomorrow.'"
Harry shot up. It was the dead of night. He rubbed his hands over his face and messed with his hair. He was imagining things. Harry lay back down. What ever Seri was hiding he would find out tomorrow, huh. But what did it have to do with him? And was it something he would live though? Harry couldn't go back to sleep.
The next morning gave no sign of anything happening. The house had been thinned to only Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Mark, Harry, Seri, Charlie, Remus, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley. Miley, Krum, Tonks Sirius, Hagrid, and oddly, Snape who has arrived in the dead of night with a bad bleeding cut clean across his face. Seri spent most of the morning cleaning him up, his harsh cuss word when she cleaned the cut and their hush conversation.
"No on can go though that door. Once anyone gets out side." Seri trailed off.
There was a feeling hovering over the house, the lengthy stretch and boredom of waiting, but Harry didn't know for what. Hermione, Ron, Ginny or Mark did not seem to notice anything, but Charlie was certainly attacking off course.
And it wasn't till dinner when Ron and Hermione agreed.
"Want to see something funny?" Charlie hissed.
Ron and Harry grinned and nodded. Charlie put a tan finger to his lips and jerked his head to the balcony over looking the forger to the front door. "What are we doing?" Ron mouthed.
"Watch," Charlie said, with a fake grin.
"Professor Snape!" He screamed. Second later, as though on cue, Snape came stalking from the kitchen, his face with a huge bandage on it.
"What do you want Weasley?" He snapped.
"I didn't say anything." Charlie called innocently.
Snape rolled his eyes and turned on heel only being met in the face by a bucket off paste and feathers.
"Weasley I will kill you!" Snape cried, spitting out feathers. His eyes turned red.
Seri came running into the forger, a wide grin across her face. "Severus. is you alright?"
"I can't take it any more Sirius Angel, I'm going for a walk!" He grabbed his cloak off the rack and slammed the door behind him.
"Bloody Brilliant Charlie!" Ron and Seri exclaiming in unison.
Charlie smiled and turned to walk down the stairs. "One down," he breathed.
Ron was to busy giggling to hear his brother, but Harry did. One down. how many more to go?
Slow as molasses the night fell around them. Tonks, Hermione, Ginny and Mrs. Weasley where all in the kitchen making dinner.
"Ron," Harry said suddenly, "Have you noticed anything weird latterly?"
"Like what? You are going to have be more specific." He joked.
"With Seri."
""Nothing more weird than normal. I still say she's hiding something." He said lazily.
"Yeah." Harry said softly.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" someone shouted.
"What was that?" Ron said, after falling off the couch.
"I don't know." Harry answered, making his way to the voices.
"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO THINK?" Charlie voice roared.
Harry and Ron found the pair in the hall.
"DON'T YOU TRUST ME?" Seri screamed.
"NO FARTHER THAN I CAN THROW YOU!"
"FINE!" Seri stuttered. "FINE! I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN BOTHERED, YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND ME!"
"WELL, I DON'T' WANT TO UNDERSTAND YOU! YOU ARE A PIG HEAD, STUBBORN ASS WOMEN WITH NO HEART WHAT SO EVER! YOU CARE MORE ABOUT YOURSELF THAN YOU DO ANYONE!"
Seri's face looked hurt, and her eyes pleading. Charlie looked as though he was choking on his own words and his eyes were apologizing over and over again as though a chant.
"I CAN'T TAKE BEING IN THE SAME HOSUE AS YOU ANYMORE CHALRIE WEASLEY!" And with that, Seri swept out of the room, banging to door shut making the window pains dance.
"Vhat vas that about Veasley! She's too good for you!" Krum sneered, pushing his way passed Mrs. Weasley. The kitchen crew had come to see the fight right after Ron and Harry.
"Go after her then you hook nosed twit. See if she'll come running into your arms now." Charlie hissed.
Krum threw one good, hard punch into Charlie face, grabbed Miley by the arm and took off after Seri.
Charlie had been thrown against the wall, his face turning red. But he looked more helpless than hurt. His eyes stared at the door as though wishing to run out it after the group, but then invisible restraints held him.
"Charlie!" Mrs. Weasley cried rushing to her son's side. "What was that about?"
"Seri and I got in a fight, that's all." Charlie said, pushing himself away from his mother. "I've had worse than this woman, leave me alone." Charlie took off up the stairs, jumping three at a time.
Ron grabbed Harry arm and jerked him back in to the living room. "Something is going on, I know it. Charlie would never say anything like that to a girl, especially Seri. And he never acts like that to mum."
"Today," Harry said solemnly.
"What's today?"
"Something," Harry answered, "Keep your wand with you tonight, something is going to happen, something big."
"You're starting to scare me." Ron said.
"I'm scaring myself."
They had a silent dinner; Charlie had locked himself in the boy dorm and wouldn't eat. After they ate, everyone, minus Charlie and Sirius (who was in his room "reading") retired into the living room. Ron and Harry filled Hermione and Ginny on what was going on.
At a half pass ten Charlie came down. His shirt was untucked and his hair was askew. "Seri home yet?" he asked tonelessly.
"Do you think she'll come home tonight?" Ginny asked softly.
But there was no room for an answer. The front door had been blasted open.
In one, shaky jolting motion, the whole living room somehow jumped and dashed to the hall leading to the door. In the frame stood five black figures reflected against the moon light.
Rain form outside came pelting in and lighting lit up their faces.
They stepped into the room, smashing the door shut behind them.
Their put their hoods down. Seri stood their in a tight black tanks top, black jeans and her black family robes. Krum was behind her, in the same black attire. Snape stepped forward, his cheek still bleeding and Miley in front of him, a scold on her soft face.
"Surprise." Seri said softly. "CRUCIO!" She yelled. It hit Charlie in the chest, he fell back and hit the stairs, fainting.
"SIRIUS ANGEL!" Tonks screamed.
"Don't' start with me, cousin." Seri snapped. The four of them parted and let the fifth member stepped forward. His hood was still up and he glided across the hall. He got right in Harry's face.
The group behind him froze, daring not help. "You will never slip though my fingers again."
Harry, in one swift moment retrieved his wand and shot a hex at the figure. He flew, crashing into the floor, his hood jerking off his face.
"WORMTAIL!" Harry screamed in shock.
"Don't do that again Harry," Seri advise, her wand pointed at his face.
He stared at her in disbelief, "I don't understand."
Seri grinned, twilled her wand at her fingers tips elegantly and pocketed it. She removed her robes and hung them up. There for Harry to see -the burning tattoo of a skull and snake on Seri's shoulder.
"You're a death eater?!?"