HARRY POTTER AND THE SEERS' TRUTH
BY Lady Lestrange
Chapter 50
Veritatis!
APPOLOGIES: This took so long to update. We've moved and my computer isn't hooked to the Internet properly. I can't sign in to anything. I can't review on fanfic. I can't get my email. I'm going through withdrawal! I'm at my Gram's to send this. Please review. I'm depressed and need the support.
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Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and previous situations belong to JK Rowlings. No infringement is meant or implied. No money is made from this Fanfic. THANKS JK.
--LADY LESTRANGE
(A/N: I've been reading a number of fanfics in installments like this one myself, and find it is sometimes hard to remember exactly what has happened before-In a fic as complex as this one is, I thought having a reminder may be helpful for you. If you want to skip it, just page down FIVE times. --Lady Lestrange)
UP TO THIS POINT: Parvati has been having dreams and visions about the Dark Lord, Harry and a Prophecy Child. So far, they are not sure who the prophecy child is, and it is important for them to find him/her. The Sorting Hat is not sorting, so the students have "little brothers and sisters" to show around. The dream team thinks that The Sorting Hat failing is a plot to hide the Prophecy child from the teachers and anyone who can help insure that he/she stays on the side of light. No one is sure that the brothers and sisters actually belong to the house they are currently in.
The Hogwarts Express has been attacked. Dark Marks have been in the sky. The floo network is compromised. The Minister of Magic has been turned. Snape is now teaching both Defense and Advanced Defense, but it looks like Advanced Defense is just an excuse to let the Slytherins and Ginny and Edward visit the Dark Lord. Mrs. Figg is teaching potions and we know very little about her so far, except that she was against Dumbledore's suggestion to make Poly Juice Potion.
Beatrice is an animagus, a bunny. Edward's granny looks like she could have given the Dursleys a few pointers on cruelty. Slytherin is a house at war according to Snape, divided between Death Eaters and those who want to stay on the side of light. Harry uses his Invisibility Cloak and finds out when it is ripped, the Invisibility spell ceases. There is an unwelcome addition to Myrtle's bathroom, Olive Hornby. Peeves is his usual annoying self, but the Baron seems to have a little less control over him.
Samara, for some reason, lofts some wicked, powerful curses. She doesn't look like she has total control over them, which isn't really surprising since she's learned magic on her own from a book, that Harry is sure is a dark book. She seems to like Draco, but don't assume this is a romance. It is not. Ginny is still hearing voices in her head. Harry's scar is hurting more, and neither he nor Ginny know what this means. Ginny is closer with Harry this year, but again, not romantically. There is Edward, the new Gryffindor, who seems interested in Ginny, but Ginny really hasn't gotten over Tom.
We find out about Neville's powerful auror parents. We learn that Neville has a memory charm that was put on him as a baby. He's a more powerful wizard than anyone ever thought as evidenced by his yew wand and the way he reacts to Snape's ministrations in trying to remove the memory charm. We might wonder why Snape is trying to do this himself, instead of enlisting the help of Madam Pomfrey. Sirius and Lupin are on "fieldtrips" with the sixth and seventh years.
Of course we can also wonder why Snape is so determined to teach his classes advanced spells like the Patronus, or we can just chalk it up to Snape, being mean. The Fifth year class starts apparition classes and we meet Professor Sinistra. We also visit Hufflepuff, where we see The Wall, and Slytherin house, where we discover, to our amazement, a magic room that Draco shares with Samara, but Samara has a very unslytherin use for the room. Ravenclaw to come next weekend.
The chapter, CHAINED AND CHARMED, takes place at the same time as DANCING IS AN OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE-when Samara was in Slytherin, dancing. It is Saturday afternoon. Harry and the Gryffindors examine Samara's Dark Book, after they come back from lunch. They find an extreme potion, and decide they need to make a trip to the Chamber of Secrets. Ghastly Ghostly Dinner is when Gryffindor's meet with Samara after her little trip to Slytherin. Samara and Beatrice are persuaded by Edward to help him steal his snake back from his brother Ethan. Things get a little out of hand, and Samara learns more about Slytherin than she ever wanted to know.
Now the Gryffindors are mad at her. Samara wants to make up and be friends with them, but is it possible to befriend both Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy? How far will she go to make up, or will she just find some valuable information to store away for future use? (So, don't you want one of those Tee shirts?)
LIONS AND TIGERS: We see a very stressed out Snap both in Harry's memory of what happened with Snap and Neville and in the actual DADA class. We find out Trelawney doesn't want Samara in her class and Samara decides to take Ancient Runes instead. McGonagall assures Samara that Trelawney has done her a favor. McGonagall further talks to Samara about her experiences in Gryffindor, opening the door to give Samara someone to talk to, if she so chooses. We also learned lots more about animagi in McGonagall's class. Snape dismisses the Gryffifndors and keeps the Slytherins after class. We find out it's because Snape wants them to practice their patronus because the Slytherins are so lousy at the spell. Could it be because there are so few happy memories to chose from?
In DRAGON BREATH AND BLUDGER BATS, Ginny and Edward set the Slytherins up with fire mints, and Samara gets extremely angry at them both because they hurt her friends. In an effort to contain her anger, she goes to the Quiddich pitch where she meets Fred and George. After lobbing a few quaffles at them in her anger, they decide to ask her to be a Beater for Gryffindor. She refuses, but later when she talks to Draco, he is not very nice to her, (hey, who said Draco was a nice guy?) so she wonders whether or not she should take the Beater job.
In WISH IT REAL; WISH IT NOT we see into one of Ginny's dreams. If you don't remember this dream, go and re-read chapter 28. In Chapter 29, THE SPELLING BEE, Samara is feeling homesick and friendless until Draco invites Samara back to Slytherin. Also, includes a short intro into what's coming up in potions class.
In Chapter 30, CHILD OF GRYFFINDOR, Neville and Snape break the Imperio part of the Memory Charm. The trio discusses the Founders' spells, which put their gifts in the Sorting Hat; however they do not have the original parseltongue version of Salazar's spell. Ginny also sees Edward painting and the reader sees a bit of Ginny and Tom's relationship. In SLYTHERIN GAMES—Well, if you don't remember it, you better re-read. Voldemort is finally out and angry—burning and pillaging and we see a little-known inside version of Slytherin through Ginny's eyes. In STICKY SITUATIONS, Samara uses her adhere charm on the Weasley twins, Neville sticks Beatrice's wand to his with bubble gum, and Edward is sticking in Gryffindor.
In OW POST the Slytherins get even for the Dragon Breath Mints, among other things—
In the Ravenclaw chapter—I'm still trying to think of a good name for it—Help me please—we meet a number of Ravenclaws and find out a little more about the characters, in Ravenclaw as well as Edward and Samara. So do you think either of them are really Ravenclaws? Hmmmm? In chapter 35 we meet Sirius again who plans to have a talk with Dumbledore about his keeping Harry safe and of course what that nasty Snape is doing to poor Neville. The Quiddich Game and then more of Neville's awesome Auror parents.
The war is heating up and touching the lives of the children. This story is rapidly approaching –nasty things. Not for the faint of heart. Last chapter, we had a relaxing time at Hogsmeade. Samara bounces from friend to friend and Harry has some nasty dreams, and Harry is shocked to find out that Ron and Hermione are a couple. We knew that already though, right?
In THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS the trio did some exploring, but failed to find the basilisk eggs. They found other things though. Obviously, they have to go back, but first Ginny gives them some instructions.
In THE CHAMBER, THE WALL, THE WAND AND THE WINDOW, Ginny gives the trio some instructions about the Chamber, the Gryffindor boys are having trouble sleeping and Harry's talking to the Snake, Kauket. Parvati has yet another vision, about a muggle and the earlier one about the wand is explored. Trelawney tells Ginny she will open a window to the past—Didn't she already do that? Is Trelawney a little late with this prediction, or does it mean something else?
In NO MORE GAMES we return to ADADA class and Ginny finds out by using the Quick Quotes Quill that the class is more than she planned, but the notes are stolen, so she has no proof to go to Dumbledore with—So she takes matters into her own hands. In PERVIGILO ARMARO, we see part of Ginny's awesome ward. Doors are opened and Tom is out, but he isn't everything we thought he would be. Could it be that he's keeping secrets from us? Puppy Puffs and the Hufflepuff/Ravenclaw Quiddich game offer a little comic relief. Chapter 44, MORS MORDRE. Ginny gets a dark mark. 'nouf said. BLOOD AND MAGIC MINGLED is Ginny reaction to Voldemort's Imperio curse, and a trip to the Chamber. In THE SEVENTH SUFFERING, We leave Ginny in the Chamber, while we go off with Samara to find out what happened to Ginny in Slytherin this morning, but Samara gets side-tracked, and she learns a personal secret of Draco's—so when is she going to share her secret? Speaking of secrets, Snape has a few, which he unwittingly shares in SNAPE'S SECRET AND SALAZAR'S TREASURE. In SECRETS KEPT AND THOUGHTS SHARED, we at last know what side Snape is on--almost—
And for all those Ginny lovers—more awesome Ginny coming—In WHAT IS A DARK WIZARD? Ginny learns that there are many different interpretations of "dark" and in this chapter, Veritatis, we will explore some different meanings of truth.
Veritatis!
Ginny had placed a waking charm on her blankets and they were now trying to rouse her out of bed. She groaned and rolled over, trying to catch just another few minutes of sleep, but the thing about waking charms is, they don't give up until the sleeper is really and truly awake. Ginny's blankets jostled her again, and shouted into her ears—wake up wake up wake up--
"Will you just get up, Ginny?" Tom complained. "This damn waking charm is a nuisance."
"I'm too tired to play Quiddich," muttered Ginny.
"Get some pepper up, and get moving," said Tom
"Wake up wake up wake up," chanted the blankets, jostling her again.
"Hurry up, Ginny. If you don't play Quiddich, the Gryffindors are going to have a million questions," said Tom. "What are you planning on telling them?"
"Tom, you're worse than the stupid blankets," said Ginny.
"Wake up wake up wake up!" came the sounds of the waking charm.
"I'm up," Ginny said sitting upright in her ward, and breaking it.
"About time," said Samara. "I was wondering if you were going to have time for breakfast. Angelina wants us downstairs—" she glanced at her watch—"About five minutes ago—"
"I'm getting there," said Ginny, laying her head back on the pillow.
"Here," said Samara, shoving a peppermint drink under her nose, and pulling her upright.
Ginny grimaced and frowned. "Smells like toothpaste," she muttered.
"It's your brothers' Pink Drink," said Samara. "Come on, drink. You'll feel better—or at least you'll feel awake."
Ginny took it and sipped it. "Yuck," she said. "I don't remember it tasting this bad."
"It doesn't taste bad," said Samara. "You just aren't ready for peppermint candy right now—maybe pumpkin juice or tea--"
"Oh, tea would be great," said Ginny.
"As soon as you finish the Pink Drink," urged Samara. "If you hurry—we'll go down to the Great Hall. Everyone else is already down there. I'm missing breakfast—Hurry up."
"Hurry up," urged Tom.
"You sound just like Samara," she thought. "Nag, nag, nag—"
Finally Ginny got it all drank, and the familiar hyper feeling came over her. Her eyes felt sandy and filled with sleep a moment ago, and now, they felt awake and she could see with amazing clarity. "I feel better," Ginny announced.
"Remember what I said about the Air Elemental," said Samara. "I suppose it's too much to hope that you and Edward were practicing flying last night?" Samara left the statement up in the air as if she wanted Ginny to fill her in on last night's happenings—happenings she assumed included Edward.
"Flying," said Ginny, thinking about threading her way through the Drumstrang corridor at neck break speed with a group of what—maybe second years—with her. Firing off the Dark Mark. "Yeah," she said. "I did fly a little."
"I meant with a broom," said Samara, laughing.
Ginny grinned at her as she got dressed. "So did I."
"By the way," Samara said. "Where did you get the Nimbus? It's nice."
Ginny mumbled something through the bathroom door. "Where did she get the Nimbus? Everyone was going to want to know that-—she could say it wasn't hers--"
"Don't be stupid, Ginny. Of course, it's yours. Its owner's dead, and I don't think we're taking it back. Anyway, we earned it."
Ginny thought of the fear and pain of last night and she almost agreed with Tom. That was a scary thought.
"What?" Asked Tom. "Agreeing with me, or the fact that the broom's owner is dead?"
"Both," said Ginny. "But I can't keep this broom—"
'Oh—Ginny—" Tom complained.
"I mean it, Tom. I have no money. My brothers know I have no money and if I show up with a broom like this, they'll think it was stolen or something—"
"So—"
"They'll probably want me to get two more for them— I have to give it to someone—"
"OK. Give me a second. I'll think of something."
There was a brief pause.
"I know. What about that girl whose father is in the hospital wing?" asked Tom.
"What about her?" asked Ginny.
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Samara stared at Ginny in amazement as she related the twisted tale of how she acquired the broom from Edward, who got it from Vincent, who wanted to give it to Sally Anne, because he felt so badly about her father being hurt, but couldn't just give it to her himself because of the Slytherin prejudice against muggle borns. "Please, Samara, " Ginny finished. "You can't tell anyone. She can't in any way acknowledge that she got the broom from Vincent. It will put her and him both in danger if anyone knows. We'll go over and give her the broom after the Quiddich game, OK?"
Samara continued to stare at Ginny. "Your aura is so screwed up, I can't even tell if you're lying or not," she said.
"Why would you lie?" asked Tom.
"Why would I lie," Ginny parroted.
"I don't know," said Samara softly. "Let's go. They're waiting for us in the Great Hall."
Carefully Ginny laid the broom in the corner of her room, and picked up her old Comet 260.
"Oh, Ginny Love, if only you could fly it in today's game."
"I can't," thought Ginny. "It's not mine. In her heart, she had already given the broom to Sally Anne.
When they reached the Great Hall, the twins were waiting. Fred was waving her Pink Drink under her nose.
"Drink up," cried Fred, sipping one of the drinks himself.
"This is my third," said Christi holding up her glass.
"We need you to be on your best game, Ginny, " said George.
"But I," began Ginny giving Samara a puzzled look. "I thought—Was the one I drank yours, Samara?"
"No. I'm not playing today. I brought it up to the dorm for you," Samara said.
Hesitantly, Ginny took a second drink, "So it's ok to drink more than one of these things?" asked Ginny.
"Oh, yeah," answered George. "We've been living on them for almost a week."
"Had to get the clown faces done," replied Fred.
"Before the Gryffindor-Slytherin game," added George.
"Skipped dinner," said Fred.
"Skipped sleep," growled George.
Ginny had only drank about half of the drink when it was time to head out to the Quiddich pitch. "So you finished them then?" Ginny asked.
"Oh yes," said Fred.
"Definitely," said George.
Lee Jordan cleared his throat and smirked at the growing crowd. Snape had tried to get him replaced as the Quiddich announcer, but Dumbledore liked him. Obviously there was no love between Lee and the Slytherins, and he intended to prove it by announcing the game in his usual unbiased way. After all, as if McGonagall would let him be biased.
"The conditions are cold and windy for this rivalry game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. It's going to be tough to catch the snitch in this wind. May the best team win—and we all know who that is," piped Lee Jordan. "And now, here are the Gryffindors
:
At seeker, the one and only Harry Potter—joined by veteran chaser and team captain, Angelina Johnson. The other chasers are new this year, Christi Prentice and Virginia Weasley. Ginny Weasley joins her two brothers, Fred and George Weasley who play Beaters and now we have added yet another Weasley to the Gryffindor team—Ron Weasley, at Keeper.
Slytherin team is once again an all male team. We start with Draco Malfoy playing seeker,
The chasers are Daemoneon Parkinson, Jarret Warrington and added new this year, Ethan Lestrange. Andre Derrick and Trefor Snood. are back as beaters and a new keeper, second year, Graham Pritchard."
Harry flew in a lazy circle around the Quiddich pitch, and looked out on the spectators.
Well over half of the crowd was cheering for Gryffindor, and it seemed only a small section of green was cheering for Slytherin. Perhaps some of the Slytherins decided to stay in, thought Harry. It certainly was cold enough to keep people from sitting outside, even with warming charms.
"Madam Hooch is checking brooms," said Lee Jordan. "Team members are allowed to place warming spells on their brooms, but no other spell may be used, and now, I believe we are ready to start. Yes! The snitch is up and there goes the quaffle, on this cold and clear October 21stmorning. Slytherin in possession, Lestrange passes to Parkinson. Opps intercepted by Ginny Weasley. Good work Ginny. Passes to Angelina and Gryffindor SCORE!
The score is 10-0 in Gryffindor's favor. Looks like it's going to be a good game!"
Harry took his hands off of his broom to clap, but he never stopped looking for the snitch. A moment later he put his hands back on the broom and edged it to the right of an oncoming bludger. Still no sign of the snitch.
The quaffle is back in play with Gryffindor in possession. Oh no, Christi Prentice veers off course to avoid a bludger and the quaffle is picked up by Parkinson. Come on Beaters. Where are you? Parkinson scores.
Tie score 10-10 Come on Gryffindor!
Slytherin again in possession. Lestrange has to roll over to avoid the bludger. Nice try—Fred or George Weasley. He's lost his momentum and passes to Parkinson. Get him. Get him. And he passes to Warrington and score! Slytherin.
"Bloody hell, Ron," muttered Harry. "Pay attention." But of course Harry knew that Ron was still nervous playing keeper. "Just pretend you're at the burrow!" Harry shouted to him as he flew by.
The Slytherin chasers are right on today! Come on Gryffindor. You can stop them.
Gryffindor in possess—No, the quaffle is stolen by Warrington. Oh no another score!
That's 30-10 in Slytherin's favor. Come on Ron. You can do it.
Christi Prentice drops the quaffle and it is caught by Parkinson. He shoots and Oh, there's a bludger by Weasley. And Madam Hooch calls a foul.
Harry was looking into the pale sunlight to see a sparkle of gold when the foul was called so he didn't see Christi drop the quaffle, but he looked around to see which Slytherin may have bumped her.
Slytherin will get a file shot. That's Daemeon Parkinson up to take the shot.
Block it Ronnie boy. You can do it.
The Sytherins start to chant "Slyth-e-rin"
"No way the Weasel can block Daemeon," said Malfoy as he floated by.
"No way you can catch the snitch," taunted Harry right back. "If you fly any slower you'll be going backwards."
"Yes, I don't believe it! He saved it. Nice job, at keeper, Ron Weasley."
"Must be time for Daddy to buy new brooms," spat Harry. "You guys sure can't win on your skill—" Harry pivoted his broom and shot across the pitch, feeling exhilarated in the freedom of flying.
"Malfoy has sped off toward the Slytherin end, clearly thinking that Harry had seen the snitch.
There's a bludger! Look out Harry!"
Harry swerved instinctively, barely missing the wicked bludger sent by Trefor Snood. As he swerved, he realized he wasn't consciously thinking of flying, he was just reacting. He felt the wind in his hair, its coolness against his burning scar, and he actually closed his eyes for a second to connect with the flying. This was what Samara meant when she said he flew with the wind elemental. He could feel it.
Angelina to Ginny back to Angelina to Ginny and Ginny Weasley scores. Nice one Ginny!
That makes the score 30-20 still in Slytherin's favor and here comes Lestrange barreling down on the Gryffindor goal posts.
And it's through. That's another score for Slytherin. 40-20"
Harry began circling, slowly at first, his eyes searching for the snitch, he was paying no attention whatsoever to his flying. After a few moments, he chose to speed up, and then he just thought where he wanted to go and went there, constantly searching for the snitch, except for those occassional moments when the pain in his scar caused him to close his eyes. Damn it, why did Voldemort seem to spend every Quiddich game torturing someone? Thought Harry.
Christi Prentice with the Quaffle, and heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, Ginny Weasley coming up with her. Back to Ginny Weasley to Prentice. Oh no. It's blocked by Graham Pritchard, the second year, rookie, playing at Keeper. This is a close game ladies and gentlemen."
Too close, thought Harry. He wished they had about a fifty point lead.
"Back again to the Gryffindor goal, there's Parkinson with the quaffle and it's—oh no, Ron Weasley tapped it, but it went in anyway. Too bad. That's 50-20.
Here comes Angelina, Looking good Angelina. It's up and it's through. The Slytherin Keeper wasn't even close. That brings the score to 50-30"
"Yes!" shouted Harry, punching the air with his fist, and then slowly opening his fingers and feeling the rush of air at his command. "Whoa!" he whispered. He had never realized how much power was at his command when he was in the air. He felt invincible. Now all he had to do was see the snitch and it was his!
"Gryffindor in position. That's Angelina. No Slytherin. Stolen by Parkinson.
Gryffindor back in position Ginny Weasley with the quaffle. Pass to Prentice. She is streaking up the field. The quaffle is stolen by Slytherin, Ethan Lestrange. Lestrange nearly knocks Prentice off of her broom. She's OK. Lestrange passes. That's Parkinson with the quaffle. He lobs it--
Spectacular save by Ron Weasley! Nice going Ron!"
Nearly an hour later, there was still no further score in the game, the plays going back and forth across the Quiddich pitch in a furious teeter totter. Harry was beginning to get anxious to catch the snitch, but it was no where in sight. He wondered if he was enjoying flying too much and not looking hard enough for it.
"Both teams are holding their own against the Chasers attack, and finally, the Slytherin Chasers having a little conference with Malfoy. Here they come. And Slytherin scores. Again, Parkinson with the Quaffle. Block it Ron. OH too bad. And Slytherin in possession again. That's Parkinson. Then, Lestrange. They score. That's Slytherin scoring three times in quick succession, and without even cheating! I just can't believe these chasers today. What teamwork! That's something you rarely see from Slytherin. It's a nice change. That makes the score 80-30 Slytherin. Come on Harry. Catch the Snitch. It's getting colder out here, and I think everyone is having trouble holding on to the quaffle."
Woosh! One of the bludgers missed Harry narrowly, and he glared at Fred, who winked and mouthed, "No danger."
"Parkinson's hit. No. He's back on his broom. There's the second bludger. He dodges. There's those Weasley twins. They'll show you teamwork.
There it is—Angelina has the quaffle—She veers to miss Lestrange--nice swerve around Malfoy. Whatcha doing Malfoy? Sleeping out there?
And there's Parkinson also on Malfoy's tail. What are those chasers doing? Maybe the Slytherin Chasers are trying to help him find the snitch. He can't seem to find it on his own," Lee Jordan joked.
"Of course, no one but the Seeker, may catch the snitch. If another player catches it, it is Snitch Nip, and an automatic loss. Here comes the other Slytherin chaser, Warrington, tailing Malfoy. What are they doing out there? And there's Parkinson out to score, no he passes to Lestrange and Score! The score is 90-30 Slytherin. I've never seen these chasers play so well together—such teamwork--so co-ordinated—"
"So GIRLS!" Lee Jordan shouted into crowd.
"And Madam Hooch calls an official time—But, no! Harry Potter is in a dive and Yes! He's caught the snitch! That's it--the end of the game folks, but what have these Slytherin girls done? And where are the real Slytherin chasers? That has to be some sort of foul! These girls aren't the regular Slytherin chasers!" Lee Jordan was beside himself with amazement.
"Madam Hooch calls them down to the ground. It appears that they have used polyjuice potion to impersonate the male chasers. Hey Slytherin! You better let the girls play. That's the closest you've ever come to winning against Gryffindor for a long long time!" laughed Lee Jordan.
"They need a girl to play seeker," called Cho from among her Ravenclaw friends, all sitting in a shivering huddle.
And the girls are: Pansy Parkinson, impersonating her cousin, Daemeon Parkinson. Lauren Avery impersonating Jarrett Warrington and Blaise Zambini impersonating Ethan Lestrange. There you have it folks. The most exciting Quiddich game of the century. Lasting a total of one hour and four minutes. The final score: 180 to 90. Gryffindor wins!
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Harry looked up into the stands, watching the spectators gathering their blankets and moving shivering toward the exits. He flew in a lightening fast, victory circle. He wasn't cold at all, even though his warming charm had long ago worn off. He caught up with Ginny and slowed to fly side by side with her. "You played a great game, Ginny," said Harry. "Did Edward come to see you play?" He glanced back at the stands.
She shook her head. "No. He said he had work to do. He went to the library."
"I think he should have come to watch us play, Ginny Love."
"Shut up, Tom." Thought Ginny as she talked to Harry. "You played good too," said Ginny. "Beat Malfoy to the snitch."
"Yeah," said Harry, as Samara and Beatrice caught up with them. "Thanks."
Samara reached up and smoothed Harry's hair,. It blew right back into a wild mess. "Great game! You used the air elemental consciously this time," she said. "I could tell, but you need to release the rest of the elemental. You're hair's blowing." She turned to Ginny. "Do you want to take that broom to Hufflepuff now," asked Samara. "We could invite Sally Anne to our after the game party."
"Sure," said Ginny. "I just have to get the broom—"
"And a handkerchief," added Tom.
"Samara told me about the broom," said Beatrice. "That is so sweet—" She sniffed and wiggled her nose.
"Make that a package of handkerchiefs," said Tom dully. "On second thought, why don't you just send Samara with it? She seems to like all those Hufflepuffs—"
"I can't do that," thought Ginny.
"Why not?"
"It just wouldn't be right."
"You know you have the strangest idea of what is right and wrong," said Tom.
"Me!" thought Ginny shocked. "Any way, remember Hufflepuff is the house that I rejected. Maybe we'll learn something about that prophecy from Salazar's book."
"I doubt it. There's nothing a Hufflepuff can teach me."
"That's so arrogant, Tom. How do you know? Have you ever been in Hufflepuff Hall?"
"Of course not," said Tom.
Ginny rolled her eyes. No wonder Salazar never found the emerald.
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"Can you believe the Slytherin girls did that!" exclaimed Harry as he walked with his rowdy celebrating team to Gryffindor Tower. Fred and George had caught up with Harry and patted him on the back, congratulating him on catching the snitch. Both of them had been puppies several times and most of the team was loud and boisterous in their excitement. Puppies ran in and out of everyone's legs.
"Did you hear that?" Asked Harry, his hand going reflexively to his scar.
No one answered. Ron and Hermione were walking ahead, wrapped in each other's arms. Samara and Ginny were now bounding ahead with Beatrice. He looked around listening. He heard it again—a distinctive pop! Like someone apparating. Of course, if he told Hermione, he would hear her once again saying, "No one can apparate into or out of Hogwarts." Maybe it was just his imagination. He glanced up the corridor again, and spotted a shadow on the wall. Someone was definitely there—near Myrtle's bathroom—and ghosts didn't make shadows. He glanced at his teammates now all several yards ahead of him, and he made his decision. He pulled his wand and hurried toward the shadow and the popping.
There were two of them. Harry hesitated, readying himself to face them, two on one. One soft chuckle he recognized—Edward's. Harry stepped out from behind the corner. "Stupefy!" he called, but Edward blocked, lightening fast, and the other, a Slytherin Harry was sure, slipped into an animagus form and darted along the floor—a white flash—Harry couldn't use a spell on a person in animagus form. It might injure them permanently. Harry felt the whoosh of a spell and blocked, his attention back on Edward.
"What are you doing?" Harry demanded.
"Studying," Edward said softly. His eyes were narrowed and hooded, his fingers stretched like spiders in front of him. Harry waited for him to go for his wand—wanted him to go for his wand.
"You lied to Ginny." Harry moved in a circle, keeping his wand trained on Edward. "Why? What are you doing here?"
"I have never had to answer your questions, Harry Potter." Edward threw a spell—hot and focused. It just missed Harry because he was moving, and Harry realized that whatever it was—it was nasty-- his block wouldn't have held it. A moment later Edward tried "Expellaramus!"
"I want the truth!" spat Harry, gripping his wand a little tighter. Harry realized that Edward still had not pulled his wand. What felt like a light breeze had blown into the corridor. Perhaps someone had opened a door—"Why are you here? By this bathroom?" asked Harry. "It's a girls' bathroom."
"I know what it is," said Edward.
Harry paused just for a moment. He couldn't mean what he thought he did—Then Harry was blocking and moving to avoid Edward's barrage of spells. "Interesting place, the Chamber," said Edward between spells.
Harry thought Ginny couldn't possibly have let him into the Chamber. Why? She hated the Chamber. What was going on? "What do you know about it?" asked Harry, "Veritatis!"
Edward blocked the truth spell, his hooded eyes glittering maliciously "It's private," Edward said, with a wry smile.
"Incendio!" shouted Harry.
"That too," said Edward with a smirk.
"Liar!" accused Harry. "You'll leave Ginny alone."
"I think that's between me and Ginny," said Edward smugly, throwing another spell.
Harry's anger over flowed. "Furnunculus! Sectum!"
Edward snatched at his arm bloodied by the sectum spell. "You drew first blood," said Edward. "Shall we continue?"
Harry started to lower his wand. "If you tell the truth—"
But Edward threw another spell.
Harry blocked wildly with "Contegere! Ulceris!" said Harry.
Edward jumped back, turning from the spell and avoiding most of it. "Pretty nasty for Gryffindors," he commented as his left hand broke out in angry yellow and red pustules.
"You are no Gryffindor!"
"Is that supposed to be an insult?"
"Damned right, it is," spat Harry. "I'm sick of your lying. You've lied to everyone. I won't have you lying to Ginny."
"I'm not lying to Ginny," said Edward, circling and throwing another spell. "I'm lying to you."
"Contegere! And you're caught," snapped Harry maneuvering Edward against the wall outside of Myrtle's bathroom, and holding his wand on him. "Give it up, liar! Tell the truth. You don't belong in Gryffindor!"
"Your word against mine," said Edward, thrusting his hand, crackling with magic, against Harry's forehead, and for just a second, Harry shut his eyes against the pain in his scar.
"Baron!" shouted Edward and then several things happened at once. Suddenly, there was a huge wind in the corridor, followed by the Bloody Baron, or perhaps the Baron brought the wind, Harry wasn't sure, but Edward was sprinting down the corridor, and Harry couldn't bring himself to curse his back. That moment of hesitation cost him. Edward was gone—turning the corner--out of range of his magic.
Harry leaned against the door, exhausted and shaking with anger. He closed his eyes and saw in his mind's eye, Edward standing in front of him, his hands crackling with magic and his hair blowing with—with the air elemental!
"It's OK, Harry," said Myrtle as she floated through the wall above him. "You can rest against my bathroom door as long as you want to."
Harry rolled his eyes and pocketed his wand as he turned back to Gryffindor Tower. "Thanks Myrtle," he muttered.
==
When he got back to Gryffindor Tower, the party was in full swing. George was still passing out Puppy Puffs as well as all of their other sweets. Someone had brought a wireless down to the common room and music was playing. Several canaries were dancing with each other in a big circle. Joe, in full clown regalia, was sitting on the sofa with a girl Harry didn't know. He thought she was a Hufflepuff, but he wasn't sure.
"I have a huge collection of clowns," she was saying. "I just love clowns. That's what the wizarding world needs—more laughter."
"Have a butterbear, Harry," said Neville. "Great game by the way. If I were Malfoy, I think I'd just quit—you're so much faster than he is—"
"Thanks Neville."
Two of the canaries, caught Neville's hands and pulled him toward the center of the room. "Come dance with us, Neville," they pleaded. One of them was molting into a flushed Hufflepuff girl. Harry realized when he had seen her before. This was the group of Hufflepuff girls that were with Neville, Lou, Joe and Crabbe and Goyle after the polyjuice class.
"Come on Harry!" another canary called, but Harry raised his glass of butterbeer in salute and looked around the room for his friends. Ron and Hermione were no where in sight. He sighed. They had this knack for disappearing lately. Samara, Ginny and Beatrice were in one corner of the common room talking to another Hufflepuff. This one was sobbing her eyes out, but Ginny was pulling what seemed like an endless stream of handkerchiefs out of her robe pocket for the girl.
Edward was no where in sight. Harry decided to go up to his room and try to see where Edward went to by using the Maurader's Map. He threaded his way through the crowd, avoiding several well-wishers and people who wanted to talk about the recent game.
Harry tried to get past the butterbeer, but this part of the room and part of the stairway was crowded with party-goers. Couples lounged on the steps.
"Pardon me," said Harry, and Fred moved closer to Angelina to let him through.
"And it's the most we've ever been paid for a prank," Fred told Angelina. "The more we hesitated the more money he kept pulling out of his pocket. It was as if he had an endless supply."
"So. I don't understand. What's the problem?" asked Angelina. "I mean aside from the fact that he's a Slytherin?"
"Well, puppies are cute and harmless," said Fred. "Rottweilers aren't exactly cuddly."
"They can be," argued Angelina.
"He said he wanted it to impress a girl," said Fred. "So why does he need the spell to last longer?"
"Well, if you already took Alvin Nott's money, I think it's a moot point," said Angelina. "You have to make the custom puppy puff now."
"I didn't take his money," complained Fred. "George did. I'd just feel awful if someone got hurt."
"Ha!" said Angelina. It's probably a Slytherin girl anyway, Don't worry about it."
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Harry had reached the landing where the staircase separated for the boys' and girls' dormitories, when he heard someone crying. Once again pulling his wand, he edged his way up the staircase toward the girls' dorm instead of his own room. In the corridor, outside of the Fifth Year dorm, sat Parvati. She was alone and sobbing.
Harry put his wand away and knelt down beside her. "Parvati?" He touched her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"I had a dream," she cried. "There's no way to solve it."
"We'll figure it out," encouraged Harry taking a seat beside her on the floor. "We already know a lot about the Prophecy Child. It's just a matter of putting it all together."
"I couldn't betray either of them," she muttered. "I've seen it—the demise of the school—"
"Hogwarts?" said Harry horrified.
"She nodded. "If I go with Salazar, too much will be lost. It is not my influence alone of course," she said " But many tasks will be left undone—"
"Tasks?" thought Harry. Realizing that Parvati was still immersed in her dream, Harry scrambled for parchment, and then he stopped, pulled his wand and turning toward the boys' dorm, called "Accio Parchment," picturing the four feet of parchment he had already measured out for his transfiguration homework. That should be plenty—
"Of course, the tedious tasks that Hufflepuffs loved would not be done by Rowena or Godrick. "Are you awake?" Harry asked, "Who were you in the dream?" Although he was already pretty sure that in the dream she had been Helga Hufflepuff, he wasn't sure if she was still dreaming or in a vision--
"I am death and dying.
I am failure and fear.
I am the beginning of lying.
I am the end with a curse and a tear.
The dream is finished—"
"In the dream," Harry persisted. "Were you Helga?"
"Yes." Parvati nodded. "But I am not important. Some distant Seer will understand.—"
"Who will understand?" wondered Harry. "Parvati? Trelawney?"
She chanted, while Harry wrote furiously, trying to catch every word.
"There will come, when fifty plus a milliinium pass,
An empath of our blood combined, a lass—
First natural magic in ten generations of none.
Rejoice, the rift is healed, the battle is won.
She will be called a child of the prophecy.
Brave, powerful raven. Both dove and hawk is she—
She stopped, startled to have been caught speaking aloud. She whispered frantically, "Do not tell him."
"Who?" asked Harry, but Parvati didn't answer. She handed Harry a crumpled tear stained paper. He started to open it, but she stopped him.
"After I am gone," she said cryptically, pressing a finger against her lips. "We mustn't let Salazar know about the empath child. Please--" Tears welled up in her eyes.
Harry nodded, following her as she turned towards her dorm room.
"My son would not be safe," she whispered.
Harry walked with her. "Safe? From his own father?" asked Harry, but Helga didn't answer. She was immersed in her own thoughts, muttering, "I must find a way to protect him—old magic--"
"Are you sure you're OK?" asked Harry, hesitant to leave her alone, when she was so sad and wrapped up in the dreams of Helga Hufflepuff. He reached to touch her, but stopped remembering Trelawney's admonition to never touch a seer in the midst of a vision, but this wasn't a vision, was it? Didn't Parvati say she had dreamed this?
"I am only a woman," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I am weak--"
Harry stared at her for a moment, unable to comprehend that women ever acted like this—This was not how he had pictured Helga—"
"I--don't think you're weak," said Harry, torn between trying to understand the prophecy that Helga most certainly could explain and trying to comfort Helga, herself, or Parvati, who was obviously in distress.
"I am weak but not powerless," she said. "In fact, there is no magic as strong as love—Love is timeless."
Still, he hesitated. Then he asked thoughtfully, "Did she really love Salazar?"
"More than life itself," whispered Parvati, "I know what I must do," she said, closing her door, and locking Harry Potter out.
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Harry stuck the note from Parvati into his pocket and walked to the boys' dorm. He opened the wards on his door, looked into the darkened room and saw eyes shining. He just about jumped to the Astronomy Tower. His wand was out in an instant, dropping the parchment he had written on earlier.
"Harry Potter mustn't hurt Dobby!" cried the house elf. "Dobby loves Harry Potter. Dobby is Harry Potter's friend."
"Dobby," said Harry pocketing the wand in relief. "What are you doing sitting in my room in the dark?"
"Dobby is waiting for Harry Potter. Harry Potter must leave Hogwarts."
"Oh, no. We're not going through that again," said Harry. "I'm staying right here, and you are going to tell me why you are worried about me—without breaking my arm or getting me into trouble." Harry sat on the bed next to the house elf.
"Oh—ooo. There is bad wizards at Hogwarts," said Dobby. Immediately, he jumped up and began pounding his head on the wall.
"Dobby stop. Dobby. Dobby. Dobby stop. That's an order!"
"Oh, Harry Potter is so kind, so good, so—"
"Dobby just tell me what you came to tell me," said Harry exasperated.
"Dobby can't. Dobby can't tell about the evil dark wizards—About what is happening where they live—About Hogwarts--Dobby can't Dobby can't." He twisted his ears as if they were wet cloths that had to be wrung.
"The Malfoys?" Harry guessed, "Or someone else."
"Oh," said Dobby sighing. "Harry Potter knows. Harry already knows so Dobby won't have to tell him that. OH good—That's good—" He began patting Harry's hand, and kissing his robes.
"Dobby quit it," said Harry embarrassed. "Is there anyone else besides the Malfoys? Other wizards that you wanted to tell me about?"
"Oh no. Dobby did not want to tell Harry Potter about other wizards. They is not wizards—"
Dobby began banging his head on the wall again.
"Well, then if they are not wizards, it will be OK," consoled Harry Potter. "If they don't have magic—"
Dobby banged harder, muttering "Dobby promised her. Dobby cannot break his promise. Dobby cannot—"
"What is it?" Harry asked, pulling the house elf away from the wall. "Is it Winky?"
Dobby looked at him with wide eyes, put both hands over his mouth and disapparated.
==
"Hey, Mate," called Ron, from the door.
Harry jumped again, feeling like this evening was turning into a nightmare. "Don't do that!" said Harry irritibly.
"What are you doing up here, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"Talking to Dobby," said Harry, wondering if his friends had come looking for him, or if they were just looking for some privacy.
"Dobby?" said Hermione concerned. "Where is he?"
"Disapparated," said Harry.
"Well, come on then, mate. Come downstairs. The party's waiting."
"I'm coming," said Harry, but he put his hand in his pocket like he always did just to check and be sure his wand was still there, and his fingers brushed against the paper that Parvati had given him. He pulled it out.
"Wait!" called Harry. "I have something Parvati gave me." He pulled the parchment out of his pocket and looked at it. "You need to see this," he told Ron and Hermione. He handed Hermione the paper that Parvati had given him, and went to the threshold where he had dropped the four feet of parchment upon which he had written about Parvati's dream.
"You expected a longer vision?" teased Ron as he looked at the four foot long parchment.
Harry shrugged. "It's just the only parchment I had measured out. I had to acchio it—"
"So that's what Fred and Angelina were giggling about," said Hermione, as she opened the other paper and began to read.
Inspiration within dreamed a school for tomorrow.
Ambition without brought the noble plan to sorrow.
The other founders quarrel; I'm not the enemy
So, they ask, if you would give it up, for love of me
I tell them, They cannot truly know you like I do
Yet Salazar, I wonder, did I ever know you?
I've stirred this potion daily and I think I know the key
But Love, I won't pay the cost of what should never be.
I fear that I will strangle, like in a demon's grip
More than that, My Love, I fear, you'll change with each foul sip.
I've poured it in the garden 'neath the tiny Angel's Snare
Do you see the Devil vines and thorns now growing there?
Angered you have cast me off--though I'll love you till I die.
Devotion never counts the cost, though jeering others wonder why.
Though wand is raised against me, I see loving in your eyes
I would rather die than hurt you. though others say that I'm unwise.
Not for power, nor fame, nor fortune, will I do what brings you pain
Even if you take your love and never speak to me again.
My love, I'll give to you my heart. I'll give to you my soul.
But do not ask my precious to help you toward this goal.
Now, everyday I worry, and tightness fills my chest.
Should I reveal our secrets? Should I betray the rest?
I ask the gilded serpents that grace your chamber door.
But your creatures do not know, what loyalty is for
They cannot see beyond ambition's cunning eye.
They cannot love my love, nor do they even try.
I cannot even bleed for you. You throw it in the pit.
Nor can I renounce you and brave a path that's split.
I dreamed again of heartache--my visions filled with pain.
I dreamed you lived forever: Lonely, tortured and insane.
So blind, Slytherin, I've taken emerald from the stone.
A house divided lives whose loyalty is shown.
When a child of Slytherin, looks here to friendship find.
Until that day, my Love, Slytherin, will labor blind.
Time moves on till Slytherins paint and dance and sing
When love is in the heart, on your finger is the ring
Tis not a curse I give thee, though you may think it so
I give you all my love. Consider me not your foe.
When at last you read this, my body lies cold and dead
Say Helga's love is timeless. Not Helga's love is dread.
"Hufflepuff's love is his dread," quoted Hermione. "This has to be related to the Prophecy Child, but I just don't see how—" She paused, rubbing her chin for a moment in thought, and then she said, "Let me see the other paper."
"There will come, when fifty plus a milliinium pass,
An empath of our blood combined, a lass—
First natural magic in ten generations of none.
Rejoice, the rift is healed, the battle is won.
She will be called a child of the prophecy.
Brave, powerful raven. Both dove and hawk is she—
Do not tell him.
"Tell who?" asked Hermione.
"She stopped in the middle," said Harry. "I got the impression that she was going to continue, but she didn't want Salazar to know about this prophecy. She said that her son would be in danger if Salazar knew."
"But of course he would know," said Hermione. "But we have found a few more clues to the Prophecy child—She is of Helga and Salazar's blood and she is also an empath, like Helga was--
"Did we learn that Helga was an empath?" asked Ron. "I don't remember that."
"It was in the books about Helga at the beginning of the year—Oh wait. You did the books on Salazar, didn't you? The girls looked at the Helga books. We'll have to look at it together tomorrow."
"It wasn't in the restricted section, was it?" asked Harry. "Most of the Helga books weren't."
"There were two books about Helga in the restricted section—" said Hermione. "A potions tome, and something explaining her Copulare gifts—purcurare, validiere, and salium—Did Parvati say anything else?"
"Parvati also said something about love being timeless," said Harry. "So I know you're right, Hermione. We have to find that book."
"Hermione," said Harry after a moment. "Do you think Parvati's visions and dreams are getting closer together?"
"Yes," said Hermione. "It can't be good for her."
"She seemed to have trouble coming out of the dream," said Harry. "She was--confused. She thought she was Helga."
Hermione frowned. "Perhaps we should suggest that she go to see Madam Pomfrey tomorrow. Sometimes seers get so caught up in their visions that they cease to be able to differentiate between their dreams and real life. I don't know if there is anything Madam Pomfrey could do, but I think she should know—"
Harry nodded. Relocking the wards and following them down to the party, Harry had forgotten all about the Maurader's Map and checking to see where Edward was, In fact, in no time at all, he was dancing with the canaries and when one of the canaries moulted into Ginny, Edward was forgotten until Ginny herself asked, "Have you seen Edward?"
"NO! No! No! Ginny. When you are trying to date two at the same time, you never ever ask the one about the other—"
"I'm not dating anyone, Tom!"
"Why are you worried about where Edward is? He'll use you and hurt you, Ginny Love. Forget him."
"You didn't seem to have that much trouble sharing magic with him last night. 'His magic reminds me so much of Carman' she mimiced.
"Exactly why I know he'll hurt you!" snapped Tom.
Ginny turned her attention back to Harry Potter.
"I saw him earlier," said Harry cooly. "In the corridor. Ginny. He wasn't at the library. He lied to you."
Ginny shrugged. "I just wondered," said Ginny.
"Probably at Slytherin," said Samara, "Teasing his brother about their loss."
That's not all he was doing at Slytherin thought Harry, but he couldn't say anymore. No one believed him anyway. He rubbed his hand over his scar, which had quieted considerably since the Quiddich game.
Just then, Dean came down the step carrying Parvati's limp body. "Someone get Madam Pomfrey," he called. "I think she's been poisoned!"
"Don't we all want to know where Edward was?" muttered Harry Potter.
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ANSWERS TO THE REVEWERS:
not telling Glad you are enjoying the fic even if you aren't telling who you are. Please recommend it to your friends..
Ilwinterhofal About Hitler's speeches.—I thought Tom would have to be aware of Hitler since he was at the same time period, even though he was not involved in the muggle war.
Errisar (CH 28) I had to get up and cheer when the tiger patronus came. I'll continue to read. Glad you are still reading. Hope you review again soon.
Errisar As far as Ron being somewhat irresponsible, I think he's rather sweet that way. Anyway, quite often this occurs when Hermione talks and in comparison with her Ron looks twice as lax in his work ethic—what work ethic? It is the impression I was trying to give, because there are more things in life than school and different kinds of intelligence. Ron will have his moments—promise—they just won't come in class.
ennui2 I will try to keep this short, but I'm excited, again!! (I'm glad you're excited and don't really mind your long reviews. They are actually pretty exciting too!)
As far as your working out the prophecy, some you have right, some you don't have all the pieces for so you've misinterpreted. I will say, you hit the wand part right on, and to tell the truth, I sometimes have trouble fitting Harry in too. Silly me. I guess I tend to make him ooc unless I am very careful. But, I love that someone is actually trying to figure it out! And the baby basilisks are hatching as we speak—lol—I just was working on that chapter. FUN!
Sky Glad you liked when Millicent the people into mice And Tom. And my replying to reviewers. The reason I got the chapter up so soon is that the whole story is written. I just have to fine tune it to get the chapter up. I did that because of the prophecy. I had to change it several times to match what the characters seemed to want me to do so I'm glad I didn't have to go back and change the prophecy after I posted it. I'm sure the people who are trying to figure out who the prophecy child is are glad I didn't confuse them like that! I have them confused enough already!
The Elemental Sorceress Your comment: "Uh...that was one of the worst things to say at the moment...about Hitler. A jewish holiday, my holiday, was just taking place." Sorry, but what I wrote doesn't mean I AGREE with Hitler. It just means I wanted to show Voldemort as someone intrincitly evil, but still someone that is charasmatic enough to have followers. I don't believe they would follow him if he was just cruel to them all. There has to be a reason. If you want an evil triumphs over good story, read my DRACO MALFOY AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE.
Jager Yes to the sequel. And that's CarmAn. Goddess with three sons: Evil, Darkness and Violence.
. Crystal Megan "Yes," said Tom dryly and it's not a memory you would appreciate, Ginny Love. Talk to the nice Slytherins—"So I'm guessing that those memories contain ::coughs:: R rated, and above contents now would they on veelas? (A/N: I don't know. Tom didn't tell me.) And "nice" Slytherins? LMAO! That had me smirking. (Me too)
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How'd you get copies, or selections from Hilter's speeches? I'm just wonderin', I guess you could be able to get that information... (Internet: Go to Google and type in Hitler's speeches. I had to do something useful with my social studies homework—YUCK)
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As far as my guys thinking about sex, you have to remember Ginny shares Tom's thoughts—These are not necessarily things he says to her—And He's sixteen—He's been 50 years in a diary and 4 years in Ginny's head. Things he may not say aloud, she sees anyway. It's your chance to see into a guy's mind or a girl's mind I guess. Hmmmm. Anyway, it's been my experience that even the 'nice guys' think about sex. I think that's one of the things that JK did wrong with Harry—he's fifteen and we didn't get to see him kiss Cho????
Trillium I'm not going to be done with Tom for quite some time. "Voldemort chills me. Urgh." GOOD! And Edward's magic is exactly like Carmen's? That's CarmAn. See above comments about the "goddess she was named for"
Eizoku. "Now that I've read the other story you did about Bella, I understood several things in here." Good. I had to write something about Bella/Valeriana before I wrote the Azkaban chapter. That was where the story came from.
Kemenran More please. CERTAINLY!
ennui2 The last piece of the puzzle is yet to come. "I just love it when Gin asserts herself, she could definitely be majorly scary if she could just increase her self confidence." Lots more Ginny.
About the marks burning when Gin did Morsmorde – Your question: isn't that proof to Voldie that she definitely still has Tom's magic? When Gloria did the Morsmorde, did their marks burn? You didn't say. (I believe they always feel the Marks when the Dark Mark is placed. Sometimes wizards can also tell who sent the Mark into the sky. Furthermore, in my story, Voldemort has some new powers-since his resurrection by Harry Potter and company-- that can be revealed through the Dark Mark. Those are coming As far as Voldemort knowing that Tom is a part of Ginny, that's why Tom coached Ginny and said "you can do it!" but did not participate in sending the Dark Mark. Ginny had to do it alone, or Voldemort would have known Tom was there.)
Eizoku Tom only really cares about Tom mostly. It just so happens that he's living in Ginny's body, so he has to protect her body. If Harry Potter realized that Ginny had the Dark Mark, he would want to know what was going on. I think Tom was just trying to protect Ginny from the aggravation of trying to explain. Plus, anyway available to get rid of a rival would be ok for a Slytherin, wouldn't it?