Chapter Twelve: Same Kind Of Secrets
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I think I had a dream about that once though......
A/N: Sorry about the delay, I went on vacation and I thought I'd have an internet connection, but I didn't. But I'm back and uploading again!
"Wait here," Reagan said to Trevor. She took a few steps towards the staircase that lead to her dormitory and stopped. "Maybe you should come with me."
"Why?"
"Well if someone comes in then they might not enjoy seeing a Slytherin standing in the common room."
"And if someone comes into your room they might not enjoy seeing a fifth year Slytherin Prefect standing in a fourth year Gryffindor's bedroom."
"True," Reagan replied. "But if someone does come in, it'll be easier to sneak you out of here if you were in my room."
"Reagan, what are you talking about?"
"Just come on," she said and grabbed his arm. She pulled him up to her room, pausing at the door to make sure none of the girls in her year were there.
"They're all at Hogsmeade," Reagan said and opened the door wider and Trevor followed her into the room.
"Which bed is yours?" Trevor asked.
"Oh, um..." Reagan said. "This one is mine, the one to the left of it is Josie's and the one on the other side is Caitlin's."
"I just didn't want to sit on someone else's bed," Trevor said, sittin on her bed. Reagan dropped her book bag on the floor by her nightstand and opened her trunk. Pushing parchment and quills aside, she pulled out a silvery iridescent cloak and an old piece of parchment.
"Is that what I think it is?" Trevor asked, eyeing her cloak.
"Trevor Daniels, meet Betsy," Reagan said, handing him her cloak.
"Betsy?" he asked.
"Well an invisibility cloak has got to have a name," Reagan explained. "Or else someone will find out you have one. If you say lets go get Betsy, no one knows what you're talking about."
"You are an odd individual, Reagan Potter," Trevor replied, shaking his head. "May I put it on?"
"Go for it," Reagan replied.
Trevor stood up and put the cloak over his shoulders. The hem barely dusted the floor, and he pulled the hood over his head.
"Am I invisible?" he asked.
"Well it is an invisibility cloak, Trevor," she replied. "Of course you are."
"So you can't see me?" he asked.
"Nope," she said. "But I can tell where you are."
"How?"
"I can hear your voice."
"Where am I now?"
Reagan rolled her eyes. "Standing beside Josie's bed."
"How about now?"
"Honestly, Trevor," Reagan said. "You walked over to Caitlin's bed."
"Wow, you are good," he said. She thought she heard him whisper something, but she couldn't make out what he said.
"Trevor, aren't you hungry?"
"I ate lunch," he replied. "Don't you mean to say that you're getting hungry?"
Reagan turned towards the sound of his voice. "Yes, thats exactly what I mean."
"Where am I now?" he asked. Reagan shook her head. The game seemed a bit childish, but she was enjoying it.
"You're right by the door," she said to him.
"Wrong," he replied and pulled the hood off his head. His face was inches from her's, beaming at her.
"How did you do that?" she asked, jumping back.
Trevor laughed. "A simple Voice Throwing Charm." His mouth moved with the words, but the sound came from near Lane's bed, close to the door. "Its a handy little spell I picked up in Advanced Charms. Nox. Do you want to get lunch now?"
"Yes, please," Reagan replied.
"Yes ma'am," Trevor chuckled and pulled Betsy off of him. "Lead the way."
Reagan took her cloak from him and grabbed the old parchment, stuffing both items into her bag. No one was in the common room when they left, and they didn't meet anyone down the hallway either.
"So why did we need your invisibility cloak and a piece of old parchment to go to the kitchens?" Trevor asked.
"The invisibility cloak was in case someone was in the common room when we came down," Reagan explained. "And this isn't just a bit of old parchemnt." She tapped the paper with her wand and said, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
"Whoa," Trevor said as the lines on the map magically appeared.
"My Grandpa James and his friends made this map when they were at school. They were Moony, Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail. My Grandpa was Prongs, Sirius Black was Padfoot and Peter Petegrew was Wormtail. Those were their Animagus nicknames."
"Who was Moony?" Trevor asked.
"Professor Lupin."
"No way," Trevor said. "Professor Lupin is an Animagus?"
Reagan rolled her eyes. "No, he's not, he's a werewolf."
"Professor Lupin is a werewolf?"
"Can you honestly tell me you didn't know that?"
Trevor shrugged. "I've heard rumors and he is always ill around a full moon, but I never thought to believe it."
"Well its true," Reagan said. "He was best friends with my Grandpa James and Sirius Black. Petegrew was a Death Eater."
"I thought his name sounded familiar," Trevor said. "It must have been in one of those letters."
"Well they all made this map. Its a detailed map of Hogwarts, and it shows where people are," Reagan explained. Professor Lupin could also be seen pacing his office, and Professor McGonagall was out by the lake. Reagan assumed she must be enjoying the sunshine, and chasing butterflies as well because she was moving around rather quickly.
"Where are we?" Trevor asked.
Reagan looked at the map and noticed that in the place that she and Trevor were standing were two little dots, one labeled Sammy and the other labeled Moussey.
"Why does it say Sammy?" Trevor asked and Reagan stared at the map. She had never noticed this before, when had the map changed to her Animagus name? Professor Lupin wasn't labeled as Moony, so why was she. And why did it say Moussey? If Sammy was her Animagus nickname, then.....
"Trevor are you an Animagus?" she asked him, looking up from the parchment. Trevor's face went white, and his eyes got big.
"I....I...."
"You are!" Reagan exclaimed. "Thats why it says Moussey, its your Animagus name."
"Reagan, I don't think we should talk about this in the middle of the hall," Trevor said. "You don't know who could hear us and--"
"No one is here, silly, look at the map. No one is even near us."
"Reagan I still don't think we should--"
"When did you do it?" she asked. "What are you? Does Professor Lupin know? Is that why you had to talk to him? Now I understand what Grandpa James meant about you having the same secrets I do!"
Trevor sighed. "Reagan please could we talk about this somewhere else?"
"Oh all right," she replied. "Lets get some food and then you can talk." She lead the way to the kitchens. Trevor was a bit impressed that she knew so much about the school as she did. The house elves were more than happy to get them something to eat and soon they had a basket filled with cookies, fruit and other snacks. Reagan thanked them and she and Trevor went down to the lake. Finding a patch of shade up against a tree, they sat down and began to enjoy their picinic feast.
"Talk," Reagan said, handing Trevor a apple turnover.
"Yes I am an Animagus. That is why I went to talk to Professor Lupin," Trevor said. "I was going to ask Professor Parkinson about how to get registered, but she wasn't here, so I talked to Professor Lupin about it and he helped me with what I needed."
"Why would you want to be registered?" Reagan asked. "That would take all the fun out of it."
"Because I wanted to do it the right way," Trevor replied. "I showed him my transformation and he gave me the address to write for registration papers."
"But if you get registered, then anyone can look up the list and know what you are," Reagan said. "There are only fifteen people on the list; Headmistress Mcgonagall is one of them. So if I could look it up then anyone could."
"Why did you look it up?" Trevor asked.
"Professor Lupin told me to," she replied.
"We didn't have to look it up when we started our Animagus studies," Trevor said.
"It was for an independent study type of thing," Reagan said.
"You did an independent study on Aminagi?" Trevor asked her and she nodded. "Why?"
"Because I wanted to try it," Reagan replied.
"Oh, well thats cool," Trevor said. "If you ever need any help, let me know."
Reagan laughed. "Trevor, I really don't need any help."
"Its no problem, Reagan," Trevor insisted. "I know how hard it was to accomplish it, and I am a year ahead of you. It took me the better part of two years to get it down."
Reagan laughed again. "Trevor, did Professor Lupin tell you to talk to me about this?"
"Well not exactly, he only said that you and I had an interst in the same things."
"Trevor, I started my Aminagi study last spring," Reagan replied. "I accomplished it about two months ago."
"You what?!" Trevor cried. "Are you kidding me?"
Reagan shook her head. "Nope."
"Reagan, thats incredible," Trevor said.
"Thank you," she replied.
"I am amazed," Trevor said. "It took me two years, it took you five months."
"Well, I had help," she replied. "Professor Lupin and my brother and my dad."
"Darenn can do it too?"
"No, not Darenn, James."
"So what were you saying about my Animagus name?" Trevor asked.
"Oh, it said Moussey on the map," Reagan explained.
"Thats what I call myself when I'm an Amimagus," Trevor replied. "So no one finds out. sort of like your Betsy thing."
Reagan giggled. "Why Moussey? I mean mine is Sammy because my breed is a Samaoyed."
"Sammy for Samoyed? Thats original."
"Well it was better than James and Erika's. James was Leo because he looks like a leopard, and Erika's is Ebony because she's a big black wolf."
"Lane's ssister? Your brother's girlfriend I met yesterday?" Trevor asked.
Reagan bit her lip and nodded. "You can't say anything, Trevor."
"I won't," Trevor laughed. "But mine is Moussey because I'm a chocolate lab. Moussey, like choclate mousse."
"It was hard to come up with a name," Reagan said. "James sort of put me on the spot."
"I like Sammy," Trevor replied. "I had mine within the first two weeks. I thought I would change it at first, but then it stuck."
"It works," Reagan replied. "We'll have to play together sometime."
"Play?"
"You know, as dogs. It could be fun."
Trevor smiled. "All right then. Its a date."
Reagan smiled back and glanced down at her pastry to hide her excitement. She didn't know that Trevor could still see her ears get pink. She had her mother to thank for that trait.
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"Mrs. Potter?" Ginny looked up from the parchemnt she was grading to see a little girl stanfding att the edge of the desk, rocking on her heels.
"Yes Tabatha?" Ginny asked, smiling at the sandy haired girl.
"Is it true you went to the Yule Ball with my Daddy?"
"Yes thats very true," Ginny replied. "Your Daddy was very nice to ask me to go and I had a wonderful time."
"Seric didn't believe me," she said, glancing back at her table. A darked haired frecklked boy ducked his head.
"Well you can tell Seric that your Daddy took me to the Yule Ball in my third year."
"Was that when Harry Potter was a Champion?!" Tabatha asked, remebering their last lesson.
"Yes, just like we talked about in class. During the Tri-wizard Tournament, when Harry Potter, Cedric Diggory, Victor Krum and Fluer Delacour were all Tri-wizard champions."
"That is so exciting that you knew Harry Potter!" she exclaimed.
Ginny laughed, rembering how she had been at Tabatha's age. When Ginny was nine, she knew the legend of Harry Potter and wanted to know everything about him. Had she been this excited?
"Yes, Tabatha, I know Harry Potter. Your daddy does too. He slept in the same room with Harry for seven years."
"Your dad knows Harry Potter?" another boy asked.
Tabatha nodded. "My daddy says Harry Potter is one of the nicest mens he knows."
"My dad knew Harry Potter," Seric said.
"I don't think Harry Potter would like your dad though," Tabatha replied.
Ginny shook her head. She could see the future Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalries blosoming right here in her classroom, before they were even sorted. She could tell that Tabatha Longbottom and Seric Baddock would not be best friends at Hogwarts, more like the exact opposite..
"Now Tabatha, I'm sure Harry liked everyone, or he was at least polite to them," Ginny said.
"Mrs. Potter, was Harry Potter a nice man?" Tabatha asked.
Ginny nodded. "One of the nicest I've ever known. He's even nice to people he doens't like."
"Do you know Harry Potter now?" she asked and Ginny had to blink a couple times to make sure she heard her correctly.
"Well yes, Tabatha," Ginny replied. "I married Harry Potter."
"You're married to Harry Potter?!" Tabatha cried, her eyes wide in shock. "That is so cool! Thats why your name is Mrs. Potter!"
"Well it was Weasley before it was Potter," Ginny replied.
"You were a Weasley?! Do you know Minister Weasley?"
Ginny had to stop ehrself from laughing. "Yes, I know the minister. She's a very good friend of mine also. I've known her almost as long as I've known Harry Potter."
"Wow," Tabatha wispered. Ginny shook her head as her students lined up to go to lunch.
Sometime later, Ginny was sitting in her classroom, grading the last of the spelling tests. Smiling, she marked a large 100% on the top of Tabatha's paper in green sparkly ink.
"Is there a reason you're using emerald green?"
Starlted, Ginny looked up and saw Ron smiing at her.
"No," she stated. "I've always liked green."
"Sure," Ron replied, rolling his eyes.
"What do you need, Ron?"
"I was just stopping by to see my baby sister," Ron replied. "Is that so bad?"
"Ronald. I haven't been your baby sister is over twenty years," Ginny said.
"Aw, Gin, you'll always be my baby sister!" Ron cried. "Mine and Bill's and Charlie's and Percy's and George's and ..." Ron stopped and Ginny looked up at him again. They both sat in awkward silence for a moment, neither one wanting to aknowledge the fact that Ron had almost said Fred's name.
"Well anyway, you're still my sister, Ginny."
"I know Ron."
"So do you know where Harry and Hemrione are?" Ron asked.
"Um, at work?"
"Well, in a way," Ron replied. "I wanted to have lunch with my wife today, and when I went to her office she wasn't there. She had a last minute lunch penciled into her schedule."
"She's the Minsiter of Magic, Ron," Ginny reminded him. "She will have lunch appointments."
"I didn't think anything of it at first. So then I went to see if Harry wanted to go to lunch, and he had a last minute lunch meeting scheduled as well."
"Ron, I don't see what you're getting at."
"Ginny, Harry and Hermione are having lunch together."
"So? They are friends."
"Well, Hermione didn't say anything to me about it," Ron said. "Did Harry mention to you that he was having lunch with Hermione?"
"No," Ginny replied. "Honestly, Ron, why is this such a big deal? Harry and Hemrione have the two highest clearance levels in Britian, so maybe they couldn't mention it to us that they were eating lunch together."
"They went to a Muggle restaurant," Ron said.
"So? Ron, I don't see what the big deal is."
"Don't you think its odd?" Ron asked. "I mean, we were never kept out of the loop."
"Ron, I trust my husband, and you trust your wife."
"Ginny! I wasn't thinking Hermione was cheeting on me, and especially with Harry! I just want to know whats going on and why they didn't tell us about it."
"Ron, they probably can't tell us."
"Ask Harry about it tonight, then," Ron said. "And ask him why both he and Hermione had books like this." He dumped four large leather bound books onto her desk.
"Magical Connections; The Legend of the Connection of Three; The Connection of Three and Why Am I Reading This? and How do I Control My Daughter When She Can Read My Mind? A Guide to A Connection of Three." Ginny read the names of the books. "Ron, where did you get these?"
"Three of them were in Hermione's office, and that last one was in Harry's office."
"You went into their offices?" Ginny asked.
"That doens't matter," Ron said. "But they're meeting at a last minute lunch, neither of us knew, and before hand, they both did reading about a magical connection that your husband has with your daughter."
"I don't know Ron," Ginny said, wondering if her brother was right. "I'll ask Harry about it, all right?"
"I guess that all we can do," Ron replied. "I just want to know why they kept us out of this one."
"Daddy!" a little girl cried. Ron turned and saw his twin son and daughter run towards him.
"Hey!" he cried. He bent down to their level and hugged them.
"Did you come to pick us up?" the red headed little girl asked.
"No Abby, I didn't," Ron said and their faces fell.
"What, is Miss Zambini's class all that bad, Andy?" Ginny asked.
"Oh no Auntie Ginny!" Andy replied.
Ginny smiled as the rest of her class came back in. Cara and Tara Weasley, Geroge's twin girls, also came in to say hello to their uncle. Tara was in Ginny's class with Abby, and Cara was in Miss Zambini's class, with Andy. Headmistress Spinnet thought it best to seperate as many Weasley twins as possible.
"I'll talk to Harry tonight, Ron," Ginny said as her class was still streaming into the room.
"All right," he replied. He kissed his sister on the cheek and then went back to his own job, leaving both of them to wonder.
A/N: To let you all know, Moussey is not pronounced "mouse-ey;" its "moose-ey." Mouse-ey would be spelled Mousey, not Moussey. I just wanted to clear that up. If anyone has any other questions about pronunciations, you can check "Secrets that were Kept, Chapter Seventeen: How Far Off Could You Be?" That has a pronunciation guide on it. Read and Review please!!!~EE
