Note: Wow, this story is really improving my writing skills. I did a
creative writing piece today and my teacher recon's it was great. My
reviews have finally made it into the 20's, yippee. That's really great
news, thank you all for reviewing. I now confidently know exactly where the
story is going. That's good news as well, trust me.
Time Warp: The chapter title didn't fit? I know Draco didn't technically plea, but still that was pretty much a plea for him. He had never actually asked for help ever. How about I change it too Draco's desperate decision or something? It's actually good to here that you didn't think he was pleading because he usually wouldn't do that sort of thing and I didn't want it to seem like he was out of character.
Daisie: Good to see you are actually thinking about who the father could be. Snape? I'm actually glad to see that someone suspects him, it could be possible, but Hagrid? Honestly, could you imagine Narcissa and Hagrid? Actually that might just have some potential; I'm planning to write a comedy next, that might just work. Thanks for the idea. Thanks for telling me what I said before isn't good, I'll remember that. Thanks again for reviewing and thanks for the tip.
JKH: Another person suspecting Snape, this is great. I know you want too know, but your just going to have to be extremely patient. Hehehehe sorry about that. Thank you for reviewing.
Metallicverb: True I understand what you're saying, but Draco knew his mother didn't want Zell to have to go back with her so he had to think fast. It was a quick decision, he was under pressure. He didn't even think that they could take him to Snape's house. Thanks for reviewing and seeming so interested.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... So here it is, the next chapter .... Hope you like it .... I'm enjoying writing this more now..... It's so fun...
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 10!!
It was well into mid-day before Harry, Ron and Hermione could here voices in the hall down stairs. Not much had happened since the morning. As soon as Dumbledore had arrived the meeting for the Order began and they were all forced to remain in their rooms. Fred and George had tried for many hours to persuade them all to sample their Fizzer Dizzer's but gave up after Ron had said, 'Sod off ya twits,' for what must have been the one hundredth time.
The meeting for the order seemed to go on for a lot longer than usual. The three of them simply assumed this was because they all had a lot to talk about after the news that Mr. Weasley had for them. The voices in the hall, however, obviously told them that their large gathering had come to an end, so unable to wait any longer - as they were all starving by this stage - the three of them left the room and started down the stairs. Fred, George and Ginny soon followed, Ginny looking as though she had just woken up and both Fred and George foaming at the mouth - obviously they had tested their Fizzer's on themselves, as no one else would try them.
Rain pelted against the windows making them shake slightly, and now and then lightning would light up the blackened sky. Harry could make out at least twenty people standing in the lounge room downstairs, and by the time all six of them had reached the bottom of the steps at least fifteen of the figures had disappeared into thin air.
Mrs. Weasley turned around to face them and smiled weekly. 'Oh, you pore dear's . I completely forgot . come on, I'll make you some lunch, you must be starving.'
Not one of them needed to be told twice; they rushed for the dinning table and took their seats, waiting anxiously to be fed. Mrs. Weasley rushed around pulling out all sorts of things and putting them in pots and pans, brewing up another feast. Harry's stomach let out a long growl, pleading with Molly to cook as fast as she could.
Ginny and Hermione got up to set the table whilst Fred and George went to retrieve some more chair's, at the order of Mrs. Weasley. Bill, Charlie, Arthur and Lupin made their way into the dinning room and took their places at the table. Arthur was looking a little better than he had before, though still slightly shocked, and Bill and Charlie looked exhausted. Lupin however defiantly looked the worst. His usual lightly tanned skin was paler than ever before and his bright blue eyes looked sad and distant.
Harry couldn't help himself any longer. 'Lupin,' he stammered, unsure of whether or not he should talk to him. Lupin raised his eyes so he was looking directly at Harry. 'Are you alright?'
It was a while before Lupin answered. Finally he mustered up a weak smile and said, 'I'm alright Harry - just a bit exhausted.'
Harry wasn't convinced but he could see that Lupin didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering him, so he left it at that. Finally Mrs. Weasley had finished cooking, and the second she had placed all the food onto the table all hands of the table's occupants shot out and reached for the nearest bowl or plate of food.
Harry was eating so fast that he almost chocked on a chicken bone that went unnoticed, but after a sharp smack on the back by Ron he was saved and so went on eating just as fast as he had before. Ron demolished nearly all the mashed potato and pork chops, Fred and George completely annihilated the steaks and sausages, Bill and Charlie almost made themselves sick wolfing down all the custard tarts they could handle, (which were supposed to be for desert) and Hermione and Ginny where happily grabbing their large servings of the hot chips and corn beef. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ate their meal slowly, obviously trying to set an example, but not succeeding, whilst Lupin barely touched any food at all.
After all the food had vanished and all the pumpkin juice was totally drained, Mrs. Weasley brought out some fruit salad, a bowl of ice cream, a large block of treacle fudge, a chocolate cake, pumpkin scones and some more custard tarts. Harry was surprised he could fit in all that he did; they had after all had a huge, late breakfast.
Everyone helped themselves to a bit of everything, everyone that is except Lupin. Harry was beginning to think that he was the only one that noticed this but it appeared as though Mrs. Weasley had as well.
'Eat something, Remus,' she said in a gentle, caring voice, 'you'll fade away.'
Lupin let out a deep sigh and shifted his eyes from his full plate to Mrs. Weasley. 'No thanks Molly, I'm not feeling very hungry.' Mrs. Weasley went to say something further but at this point Lupin stood up. 'Thank you for the lovely dinner Molly, if you'll excuse me,' and with those last words he left the room.
Everyone looked quite taken a back. It appeared as though for the first time since they had sat down, that they had finally realized that Lupin wasn't his usual self.
'What's wrong with Lupin?' Hermione asked in a compassionate tone, 'Is he alright.'
'Oh, he'll be fine dear, he's just tired, he just needs a bit of rest,' Mrs. Weasley said passing a small glance in Arthur's direction.
'Tired?' Fred said, rather loudly, 'He looked on the verge of tears.'
'He was not on the verge of tears,' Mrs. Weasley snapped at Fred and George, as George had nodded his head in agreement. 'He just need's rest, we all do, it's been a long day.'
'I don't need rest, I'm wide awake,' George said in protest, he could see where this was headed, so could Harry, Mrs. Weasley was going to send them to their rooms again. Harry couldn't have that, something was wrong with Lupin and he wanted to know what it was. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mrs. Weasley was too quick.
'I think it best that you all go up stairs; have an afternoon nap or something. It has been an awfully busy day and there's nothing much else to do. It's terrible weather.' No one opened their mouths to argue with Mrs. Weasley as she had not suggested that they go to their rooms, she had demanded it, in a tone which said that it was final.
They each stood up from the table rather angrily, Ron grabbing five custard tarts, a large chunk of the treacle fudge and a handful of pumpkin scones and shoving them in his and Harry's pockets before he left.
All six of them marched up the stairs. Fred and George didn't even bother following Harry and Ron into their room, they were so angry at being left out all the time that they just stormed off in the direction that their room was located. Ginny went to her and Hermione's room, and after Hermione said that she was tired and would like a lie down, she followed. Ron and Harry headed for their own room.
'Do you recon Lupin's all depressed cause a full moons coming?' Ron asked, emptying his pockets onto a tray on his bedside table and signaling for Harry to do the same.
'I don't think so,' Harry said now emptying his pockets, which were incredibly sticky as Ron, had shoved the treacle fudge in his. 'As far as I knew, Snape was still giving him the wolf bane potion.'
Ron nodded slowly and than yawning loudly he sat on his bed, pulled off his shoes and collapsed. Harry did the same.
'I am pretty tired you know,' Ron said, yawning again. 'Recon I might have a nap.'
'Yeah me too,' Harry said, yawning as well.
Despite his mind racing with thoughts regarding Lupin and his depressed condition, Harry fell into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
Time Warp: The chapter title didn't fit? I know Draco didn't technically plea, but still that was pretty much a plea for him. He had never actually asked for help ever. How about I change it too Draco's desperate decision or something? It's actually good to here that you didn't think he was pleading because he usually wouldn't do that sort of thing and I didn't want it to seem like he was out of character.
Daisie: Good to see you are actually thinking about who the father could be. Snape? I'm actually glad to see that someone suspects him, it could be possible, but Hagrid? Honestly, could you imagine Narcissa and Hagrid? Actually that might just have some potential; I'm planning to write a comedy next, that might just work. Thanks for the idea. Thanks for telling me what I said before isn't good, I'll remember that. Thanks again for reviewing and thanks for the tip.
JKH: Another person suspecting Snape, this is great. I know you want too know, but your just going to have to be extremely patient. Hehehehe sorry about that. Thank you for reviewing.
Metallicverb: True I understand what you're saying, but Draco knew his mother didn't want Zell to have to go back with her so he had to think fast. It was a quick decision, he was under pressure. He didn't even think that they could take him to Snape's house. Thanks for reviewing and seeming so interested.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... So here it is, the next chapter .... Hope you like it .... I'm enjoying writing this more now..... It's so fun...
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 10!!
It was well into mid-day before Harry, Ron and Hermione could here voices in the hall down stairs. Not much had happened since the morning. As soon as Dumbledore had arrived the meeting for the Order began and they were all forced to remain in their rooms. Fred and George had tried for many hours to persuade them all to sample their Fizzer Dizzer's but gave up after Ron had said, 'Sod off ya twits,' for what must have been the one hundredth time.
The meeting for the order seemed to go on for a lot longer than usual. The three of them simply assumed this was because they all had a lot to talk about after the news that Mr. Weasley had for them. The voices in the hall, however, obviously told them that their large gathering had come to an end, so unable to wait any longer - as they were all starving by this stage - the three of them left the room and started down the stairs. Fred, George and Ginny soon followed, Ginny looking as though she had just woken up and both Fred and George foaming at the mouth - obviously they had tested their Fizzer's on themselves, as no one else would try them.
Rain pelted against the windows making them shake slightly, and now and then lightning would light up the blackened sky. Harry could make out at least twenty people standing in the lounge room downstairs, and by the time all six of them had reached the bottom of the steps at least fifteen of the figures had disappeared into thin air.
Mrs. Weasley turned around to face them and smiled weekly. 'Oh, you pore dear's . I completely forgot . come on, I'll make you some lunch, you must be starving.'
Not one of them needed to be told twice; they rushed for the dinning table and took their seats, waiting anxiously to be fed. Mrs. Weasley rushed around pulling out all sorts of things and putting them in pots and pans, brewing up another feast. Harry's stomach let out a long growl, pleading with Molly to cook as fast as she could.
Ginny and Hermione got up to set the table whilst Fred and George went to retrieve some more chair's, at the order of Mrs. Weasley. Bill, Charlie, Arthur and Lupin made their way into the dinning room and took their places at the table. Arthur was looking a little better than he had before, though still slightly shocked, and Bill and Charlie looked exhausted. Lupin however defiantly looked the worst. His usual lightly tanned skin was paler than ever before and his bright blue eyes looked sad and distant.
Harry couldn't help himself any longer. 'Lupin,' he stammered, unsure of whether or not he should talk to him. Lupin raised his eyes so he was looking directly at Harry. 'Are you alright?'
It was a while before Lupin answered. Finally he mustered up a weak smile and said, 'I'm alright Harry - just a bit exhausted.'
Harry wasn't convinced but he could see that Lupin didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering him, so he left it at that. Finally Mrs. Weasley had finished cooking, and the second she had placed all the food onto the table all hands of the table's occupants shot out and reached for the nearest bowl or plate of food.
Harry was eating so fast that he almost chocked on a chicken bone that went unnoticed, but after a sharp smack on the back by Ron he was saved and so went on eating just as fast as he had before. Ron demolished nearly all the mashed potato and pork chops, Fred and George completely annihilated the steaks and sausages, Bill and Charlie almost made themselves sick wolfing down all the custard tarts they could handle, (which were supposed to be for desert) and Hermione and Ginny where happily grabbing their large servings of the hot chips and corn beef. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley ate their meal slowly, obviously trying to set an example, but not succeeding, whilst Lupin barely touched any food at all.
After all the food had vanished and all the pumpkin juice was totally drained, Mrs. Weasley brought out some fruit salad, a bowl of ice cream, a large block of treacle fudge, a chocolate cake, pumpkin scones and some more custard tarts. Harry was surprised he could fit in all that he did; they had after all had a huge, late breakfast.
Everyone helped themselves to a bit of everything, everyone that is except Lupin. Harry was beginning to think that he was the only one that noticed this but it appeared as though Mrs. Weasley had as well.
'Eat something, Remus,' she said in a gentle, caring voice, 'you'll fade away.'
Lupin let out a deep sigh and shifted his eyes from his full plate to Mrs. Weasley. 'No thanks Molly, I'm not feeling very hungry.' Mrs. Weasley went to say something further but at this point Lupin stood up. 'Thank you for the lovely dinner Molly, if you'll excuse me,' and with those last words he left the room.
Everyone looked quite taken a back. It appeared as though for the first time since they had sat down, that they had finally realized that Lupin wasn't his usual self.
'What's wrong with Lupin?' Hermione asked in a compassionate tone, 'Is he alright.'
'Oh, he'll be fine dear, he's just tired, he just needs a bit of rest,' Mrs. Weasley said passing a small glance in Arthur's direction.
'Tired?' Fred said, rather loudly, 'He looked on the verge of tears.'
'He was not on the verge of tears,' Mrs. Weasley snapped at Fred and George, as George had nodded his head in agreement. 'He just need's rest, we all do, it's been a long day.'
'I don't need rest, I'm wide awake,' George said in protest, he could see where this was headed, so could Harry, Mrs. Weasley was going to send them to their rooms again. Harry couldn't have that, something was wrong with Lupin and he wanted to know what it was. He opened his mouth to speak, but Mrs. Weasley was too quick.
'I think it best that you all go up stairs; have an afternoon nap or something. It has been an awfully busy day and there's nothing much else to do. It's terrible weather.' No one opened their mouths to argue with Mrs. Weasley as she had not suggested that they go to their rooms, she had demanded it, in a tone which said that it was final.
They each stood up from the table rather angrily, Ron grabbing five custard tarts, a large chunk of the treacle fudge and a handful of pumpkin scones and shoving them in his and Harry's pockets before he left.
All six of them marched up the stairs. Fred and George didn't even bother following Harry and Ron into their room, they were so angry at being left out all the time that they just stormed off in the direction that their room was located. Ginny went to her and Hermione's room, and after Hermione said that she was tired and would like a lie down, she followed. Ron and Harry headed for their own room.
'Do you recon Lupin's all depressed cause a full moons coming?' Ron asked, emptying his pockets onto a tray on his bedside table and signaling for Harry to do the same.
'I don't think so,' Harry said now emptying his pockets, which were incredibly sticky as Ron, had shoved the treacle fudge in his. 'As far as I knew, Snape was still giving him the wolf bane potion.'
Ron nodded slowly and than yawning loudly he sat on his bed, pulled off his shoes and collapsed. Harry did the same.
'I am pretty tired you know,' Ron said, yawning again. 'Recon I might have a nap.'
'Yeah me too,' Harry said, yawning as well.
Despite his mind racing with thoughts regarding Lupin and his depressed condition, Harry fell into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.