Chapter Eleven: Trevor Daniels
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A/N: Thank you for all the reviews. We're about half way done folks. Now is when the fun begins.
Harry sat in a Muggle cafe, anxiously waiting for Hermione. He checked his watch again, and she still had eight minutes, though it was like Hermione to be early. He quietly cast a Silencing Charm around the booth he sat in, knowing he would forget about it later. He didn't need any Muggles overhearing them, or worse, a witch or wizard who happened to be in the cafe.
He hadn't mentioned to Ginny what had happened Halloween night, nor had he owled Reagan about it. He knew it had happened. He knew she would be freaked out, but somehow he knew she had talked to someone about it.
He wanted to talk to Hermione about it, mainly because she knew something about everything. But he didn't want Ginny to get upset about it and frankly he didn't want her to see him get upset about it. Besides, it was between him and Reagan, there was nothing his wife could do.
Getting an owl to Hermione had been hard, especially because the day after Halloween was a Saturday. Neither Harry or Hermione would be at work, Ron would be home and Harry didn't want Ron to know about any of this either.
Harry sighed. Five minutes to go. Luck must have been on his side lately, because he didn't need to secretly owl Hermione; she, Ron and their twins had come over for dinner Saturday night and he was able to ask her to meet with him, privately.
"Harry!" Hermione called as she came into the cafe. He smiled at her and stood up.
"Thank you so much," he said to her and gave her a hug.
Hermione laughed, pulling her scarf off her neck. "Don't ever mock my reading habits again, Harry Potter."
"Yes ma'am," he replied. The waitress came and gave them menus and took their drink orders. Harry hasn't been in a Muggle shop of any kind in a really long time. Hermione picked up on this and ordered him a coffee she knew he would like.
Harry sat and looked at her, eager to tell her what had happened. Hermione didn't seem to eager to get into that conversation as she was complaining about her new secretary.
"And she says Ma'am in way that just drives me insane," Hermione said, sipping her tea. "And you know that I am not one to pick apart people, I mean I married Ron, but this woman, I just don't know what to do with her. Harry are you all right?"
Harry dropped his glazed over look and nodded.
"What was so important that you had to meet me in Muggle London, and neither Ginny or Ron could know?"
"I...I met my father."
"Harry, your father is dead," Hermione stated.
"I know that. But I met him. I saw him. I saw Sirius. And Reagan was there too."
"Harry, you're not making sense," Hermione said.
Harry sighed again. He then launched into the story of what had happened Halloween night, from not being able to go to Hogwarts with James and Erika to showing Ginny Sirius' wand, then how he fell and landed in his own memory and his father was there. Hermione sat, listening intently to Harry as he told his tale, not interrupting him.
"So you and Reagan found out to control your Connection from a.....memory?" Hermione asked as he finished.
"Basically," Harry replied. "My father and Sirius told us what was going wrong and how to fix it."
"Well then why did you need to meet with me?" Hermione asked. "You already have your answers."
"You don't think I've lost my mind?" he asked. "I mean I met my father."
"No, Harry," Hermione replied. "I don't think you've lost your mind. I learned, especially after our first year, that there is little that will surprise me. Nothing comes as a shock. Most things I've seen should not be possible, according to the laws of physics and yet I've seen them. I've seen you fly on a broom. I've seen McGonagall change into a cat. I've seen a war that was unlike any war I had ever read about. So this, you meeting your father and your godfather in a memory, that is almost normal."
"You're right," Harry said. "When Reagan comes home for Christmas, we'll work with our Connection. We'll have to do it while we're at the same place, I don't want her to panic."
"Or you," Hermione said.
"Or me," Harry admitted.
"Have you heard from Reagan?" Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head. "I haven't owled her and she hasn't owled me."
"Are you sure she's okay?"
"Well, my father and Sirius told her she could trust..." Harry stopped. He wasn't thrilled for Reagan to seek comfort in a Slytherin.
"Are you going to finish your sentence?" Hermione asked.
"They told her she could trust Trevor Daniels," Harry said.
"What's so wrong with that?"
"Trevor is a Slytherin Prefect, a year above Reagan."
"Honestly," Hermione said. "Just because the boy is in Slytherin gives you no reason not to like him. You never know, he may prove you wrong."
"He probably will," Harry said. "But its also Reagan, and I'm not sure I like the idea of her having boyfriends."
"No one ever said that Trevor is going to be her boyfriend. They could just be close friends. You know, the kind where you can meet secretly for lunch without either person's spouse knowing."
Harry laughed. "I guess you're right."
Hermione smiled. "I always am."
"Ginny taught me quick," Harry said. "Knowing when to admit you're wrong was one of the first things I learned."
"Now Harry, you only admit when you are wrong around Ginny or I. I've seen you argue with women in your office numerous times."
"That is only because I can pull rank on them," Harry grinned. Their food arrived at the precise moment, and Harry looked hungrily at his roast beef sandwich. They ate in silence for a few moments till Hermione asked a question that rattled the both of them.
"Harry, do you know who Trevor's parents are?"
Harry shrugged. "Mr. and Mrs. Daniels?"
"I knew that the name Daniels sounded familiar," Hermione began. "I just realized where I had heard it before. After I was in the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, I was in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement."
"Hermione, I don't need your resume," Harry said.
"Corbin and Celia Daniels were Death Eaters," Hermione said. "You caught them, and you put them in Azkaban."
"Hermione, I put a lot of Death Eaters in prison."
"I remember this case though," she continued. "I remember being furious and disgusted that someone could do that to another person. Do you remember the attack on the Grahams in Dover?"
Harry shuddered. "How could I forget. We came in towards the end. I have never seen so much... carnage in a wizarding murder. It was horrible."
"There were children murdered that night," Hermione said. "And the two that survived won't ever leave St. Mungo's Psychiatric Ward."
"So the Daniels were there?"
"The Daniels were there, yes, they were the only ones there, but they got away. You apprehended them in a smaller attack a few weeks later. That was a couple months after Caitlin was born, so Reagan was about six months old. Trevor was taken from his parents then because they were unsuitable to be parents and also because they were going Azkaban. He went to live with his father's cousin."
"Hermione, how do you remember all of this?" Harry asked. "It was fourteen years ago."
"I remember because the woman in the cubicle next to mine had to call the cousins to tell them what had happened. She was so upset about it, I felt so bad for the poor girl, I couldn't believe they put that responsibility on our shoulders."
"Well, you were in a social position in the Department," Harry said. "Thats why those positions are, there."
"I understand that now," Hermione said. "Anyway, he went to live with Mathew and Sarah Daniels, and neither of them were Slytherins. Mathew was a Ravenclaw and Sarah was a Hufflepuff, in Percy's year."
"Hermione, why does all this matter?" Harry asked.
"Because, Reagan and Trevor might be able to talk to each other and talk out their problems. Reagan having problems with her Connection, Trevor having problems being a Slytherin that shouldn't be a Slytherin."
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Reagan sat alone in the library, and was beginning to get annoyed with her Ancient Ruins homework. It was a beautiful day...outside. And it was also a Hogsmead weekend. Josie and Cal had taken advantage of the nice weather to go into the only wizarding town in England, but Reagan had decided to stay behind. She needed to get through this assignment. She had Quidditch practice in four hours, and it might take her about that long to finish it.
She had missed breakfast because she had woken up late. Maybe if she had gone to bed sooner then she wouldn't have slept in, but then she would have missed the Gryffindor victory party. After talking to Trevor in the library, she had almost forgotten that she had played Quidditch earlier that day and won. She had to postpone their raiding the kitchens date because when she returned to the Gryffindor common room, she was pulled inside by Darenn and Logan. She apologized to Trevor quickly and he was nice about it. But she promised him she'd show him the kitchens.
As she thought about the kitchens, her stomach began to quietly rumble. She had eaten lunch quickly and came straight to the library, saying good bye to Josie and Cal at the front doors.
"Where have I seen this symbol before?" Reagan muttered to herself. She was surrounded by books, big leather bound ones with ancient writings on the covers. She pulled one into her lap and began to flip through the pages. "Well it looks like that one, I wonder if they're related..."
Reagan scribbled something onto her parchment and closed the book. As she compared the symbols and tried to translate the text, she was suddenly aware that someone was watching her.
She slowly looked up from her parchment and jumped.
"Trevor!" she exclaimed, clutching her heart. "You scared me."
"Sorry," he said and sat down next to her. "How come you're not in Hogsmead?"
"I should ask you the same thing," Reagan replied. "I didn't go because Josie and Cal looked like they wanted to go by themselves, and I have this to finish before practice. What's your excuse?"
"This looks massive," he replied, looking at her work. "Need any help?"
"Do you take Ancient Ruins?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do," he replied. "I'm not too bad at it."
"Well then please, by all means, help me!"
Trevor laughed. "Well, you're on the right track, you had the right idea with that symbol you just looked up."
"How long have you been watching me?" she asked.
"Not long. But I mutter to myself when I study too."
"Thats reassuring," she replied. "So I was right with this one? This eagle like thing?"
"Yeah, see where it fits into this text?" He pointed to another open book on the table, and it clicked in Reagan's head.
"Of course! I grabbed this book because they were written by similar authors, I mean this is by Ahmadzai, and he was a student of Mirwais, so of course the symbols would be similar!"
"See, sometimes, two heads are better than one," Trevor said to her.
"I'll give you that one," she replied, as her quill scratched at the parchment. "You didn't answer m question."
"What question?"
"The one asking why you didn't go to Hogsmead."
Oh," Trevor said. "I had to ask Professor Lupin a question, and it took longer than I expected."
"Professor Lupin doesn't have office hours during the weekend," Reagan replied.
"You're right, he doesn't," Trevor said. "You would know that."
"So why didn't you go?"
"I met with Professor Lupin."
Reagan looked up at him. "We just went over that, how could you meet with him if he didn't have office hours?"
"I made an appointment."
"He only meets with me and Darenn on weekends," Reagan said.
"I had to talk to him about something."
"Why couldn't you talk to Professor Parkinson? Isn't she the Head of your House?"
"Yes, she is," Trevor replied. "But she wasn't here. She had a family emergency and left Thursday night. Friday during dinner I asked Professor Lupin if he knew when she would be back and he said I was welcome to talk to him."
"Oh," Reagan said and looked back at her parchment. "Sorry for not believing you."
"Thats all right," Trevor chuckled. "My aunt is the only person who's ever drilled me like that."
"Your aunt?" Reagan asked, pulling another book towards her.
"Yeah, my aunt," Trevor replied. "Well, she's not technically my aunt. But I call her Aunt Sarah."
"Kind of like how Professor Lupin isn't technically my uncle?"
"Kind of. I live with my Aunt Sarah and Uncle Matt. My Uncle Matt is my father's cousin."
"Why don't you live with your parents?" Reagan asked, finding the symbol she was looking for and writing it into her translation.
"Because they're in Azkaban," Trevor said.
Reagan looked up at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"It's all right," he replied. "Now you do. Besides, I don't think of them as my parents. I haven't seem them since I was one."
"You have a lot in common with my father," Reagan said.
"You know how you asked me why I respected your family?"Trevor asked. "When no other Slytherins do?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to know the reason?"
"I don't know, do I?" Reagan asked, putting her quill down.
"You asked the question," he said.
"I want to know," Reagan said, not wanting to her put her foot in her mouth three times in one afternoon.
"Your father arrested my parents," Trevor said. "My parents were horrible people, and most people don't like to admit that about their parents. Fact, if I said that to a Slytherin, it would be considered heretical. But they did horrible things to innocent people."
"I'm sorry," Reagan said. She really didn't know what else to say.
"I'm quite grateful to your father for putting them away for life," Trevor said. "For putting as many Death Eaters as he could away."
"Your parents were Death Eaters?"
Trevor nodded. "Yeah, but not very high ranked ones. They were no where close to Voldemort's inner circle. They were just there for volume."
"How do you know all of this?"
"My aunt and uncle," Trevor replied. "And my parents send me letters."
"They send you letters?"
"They don't anymore, fact I doubt they know who they are by now. But I got letters till I was about four. I couldn't read them then, but my aunt kept them. After I got sorted into Slytherin, she sent them to me. I had no idea about who or what my parents were, and was frankly confused when I got sorted where I did. After I read their letters, and I learned who they were, I realized that the Sorting Hat must have seen some of that in me."
"But Trevor, you're not like that," Reagan said. "Like I told you yesterday, you're not like the other Slytherins."
"For a while I thought I was sorted correctly, especially after I read the letters. But after a few months, I realized why I got sorted where I did. The Sorting Hat saw my Slytherin blood line and it saw my ambition. Once I realized why I was in Slytherin, it made it easier to do well in Slytherin. I submerged myself in my studies and made friends outside of Slytherin."
"Everyone does like you," Reagan commented.
Trevor laughed. "Well, I'm friends with more people that are not in Slytherin than I am with people in my own house. I don't get along with other Slytherins."
"I remember seeing you with Arden Lumbard, that day in the hall."
"That kid needs to have a reality check," Trevor said. "He's an idiot."
"But still, I saw the way he looked at you," Reagan replied. "He hates you."
"Arden and I don't get along," Trevor said. "There are few Slytherins I do get along with. I get along with the guys in my year enough to make it livable. And the other Prefects respect me, though they may not agree with me. The Professors respect me because they judge me on my academics, me for me, not for who my parents were or what house I'm in."
"I never thought about you being in Slytherin," Reagan said. "I just don't realize it. I mean, I realize that Josie is a Malfoy, and that my cousin Ethan is my Uncle Percy's son, because he acts just like his father, and Josie has the same attitudes about some things like her father does, but I never think of you as a Slytherin."
"I don't think of myself as one," Trevor said. "I could care less if we win at Quidditch, I actually like watching Gryffindor play better. At least you guys have talent. And I don't like earning House points, but I always do, somehow."
Reagan laughed. "Too bad it doesn't help. Slytherin has been last in the House Cup for the past three years."
"Don't remind me," Trevor said. "Thats one thing that Professor Parkinson drills into us."
"Professor Lupin never says anything to us about House points. We just get them."
"So maybe my Head of House should take a lesson from your Head of House?"
"I think that sounds about right," Reagan giggled.
"I'll suggest that to her," Trevor laughed. "And I'll tell her it was your idea."
"She doesn't like me as it is," Reagan said. "Why not just add to it?"
"Good point!" Trevor laughed.
"Please!" Madame Pince loudly whispered at them. "This is a library!"
"Sorry!" Reagan whispered.
"Are you done with that yet?" Trevor asked.
"Just about, I have a few more lines."
"How about you finish, and then we can do that kitchen thing like we planned."
Reagan smiled. "All right."
Twenty minutes later, Reagan and Trevor left the library and headed toward Gryffindor Tower.
"You know, I always wondered where the Gryffindor's lived," Trevor said.
"Maybe you shouldn't come then," Reagan replied, looking around nervously.
"Come on, Reagan," he laughed. "What about me gives you the impression that I'd go and tell everyone?"
"Well, nothing, but--"
"Reagan, you can trust me," Trevor said.
You can trust the dark haired fellow, even if he is a Slytherin. Sirius' words echoed in her head and she nodded.
"All right," she replied. He followed her up the staircases that lead towards her dormitory, and down the hallway.
"Password?" the fat lady asked. Reagan glanced at Trevor, and then back at the portrait. You'd better be right, Sirius, she thought. I'm trusting him.
"Monopoly Man," Reagan said to the portrait that guarded the entrance. The fat lady nodded and swung open.
"Monopoly Man?" Trevor asked.
Reagan shrugged. "I think its a Muggle game."
"I'm not used to such a... pleasant word."
"Well, we're going into a pleasant House," Reagan replied. Trevor nodded and followed Reagan into the Gryffindor common room.
A/N: So I must apologize to all who find this chapter boring. My sister did. But it is needed information and I like it. Trevor has become one of my favorite characters and not because he fancies Reagan. But please review, its great to hear what you all think. ~EE
