Chapter Nineteen: Begining of the Pain
Disclaimer: Uh, I do no own Harry Potter, but I do own the horrid thing I have just done. :(
Author Note: Sorry. Oh, and you might need some tissues. I did.
Harry sat at his desk, rubbing his forehead. He didn't feel to great, but he had to come into work today. He glanced at the clock on his desk.
"Too early to be at the office is right," Harry muttered, reading the clock. Another glance at his wristwatch told him it was 8:45 am. He sat back in his chair and looked at the pile of papers that sat on his desk. Sighing, he took the first folder off the top and began to flip through it.
James' Animagents had been a huge success, and Harry had offered to help sort through the applicants. He took a sip of his tea, which Hermione had laced with some headache reducing serum, one that she had invented herself. Harry had been a bit cautious at first, but since Ron was married to her, and he wasn't dead yet, then Hermione's inventions must be safe.
"Harry Potter!" Remus's voice called through the fire. Harry jumped and the applicant's file fell to the floor.
"Yes, Remus," Harry said, coming into view of the fire. "What can I do for you? Do you realize you scared the daylights out of me?"
"Sorry, Harry," Remus replied, his voice faltering slightly. Harry noticed the subtle change and realized that Remus should be teaching a class at the moment.
"Remus, whats wrong?" Harry asked.
"There's been an, er...accident....at the school this morning," he replied.
"An accident? What do you mean?" Harry asked. Remus's face turned towards someone in the room and Harry heard someone crying.
"A student fell down the stairs," Remus replied. "I need a medical team, or morgue unit and some sort of authority. Also, there is some, um, clean up needed."
"A morgue unit?" Harry repeated. "You said a student fell down the stairs."
"She died."
"All right, we're coming," Harry said. "Who was it?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"You said a student fell, so who was it?" Harry asked again.
Remus didn't answer right away. And when he did, Harry realized why he hadn't been feeling well.
"It was Josian Malfoy."
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"Josie," Reagan gasped tears falling from her eyes. Trevor wrapped his arms around her, and Reagan wept uncontrollably into his sweater. The past half hour was a blur, and Trevor blinked his eyes to keep from crying.
Reagan had fallen to the ground, he bent beside and then a scream... someone screamed from somewhere within the castle. A book fell, someone dropped their glass and it shattered on the stone floor. Reagan looked up at him, her face white and whispered, "Help me."
She struggled to stand and then she ran. She was the first to move in the Great Hall, the first out of the doors, the first to the bottom of the stairs and Trevor was right behind her.
And then she screamed too, and moments later when he got to her, Trevor understood why.
A body of a young girl was at the base of one the main staircase, twisted in an unearthly way, blood smeared across her face, a deep gash on the side of her head soaking her light blond hair with blood, a look of horror in her eyes. She didn't move, no breath, no blinking, nothing.
Trevor squeezed his eyes shut to get the image out of his head, just as he had when he first saw her. He didn't want this to be real. Blood was all over the place, all along the stairs, and many of the portraits looked on in horror.
"She fell," one of the said to him and pointed to the top of the stairs.
Trevor pulled Reagan away, just as the rest of the school was coming out behind them. Professor Lupin got to them first, swore and put his cloak over the body.
Reagan turned and sobbed into his shoulder, violent great sobs that only come when something absolutely horrible has happened. She was shaking and couldn't walk. As they got to the other side of the hall, near the entrance doors, Reagan sank to the floor, pulling Trevor down with her.
"Josie," she sobbed. "No, no no no..."
"Reagan," Trevor said, holding her, smoothing her hair. Two Prefects were keeping the other students away from the base of the stairs, where she lay, not moving, no longer moving.
"Can you bring her to my office?" Professor Lupin was asking Trevor, and the words seemed to echo in his head. Trevor nodded.
"I''ve got to call her father," Professor Lupin said, though Trevor didn't know who's father he meant.
"Reagan, stand up," Trevor said to her.
"No, no no no," Reagan sobbed, her chest raising and falling uncontrollably. "I can't, she can't be, no, no, no..." She tightened her grip on his robes as he made to stand, and sobbed, "Don't leave me Trevor, please, please, please..."
"I'm not going anywhere," she said to her, and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to carry you." He scooped her into his arms, and she held onto his neck, crying harder and harder. He held her head down, so she couldn't see the black cloak over a bloody body, and carried her to the Deputy Headmaster's office.
"Reagan, honey," Professor Lupin said as they came into the office. Trevor set her in one of the arm chairs and pushed the hair back from her face. Professor Lupin bent down and hugged his niece and Trevor could see tears in his Professor's eyes.
And thats where Trevor was now inside Professor Lupin's office, a bit stunned. Professor Lupin had gone off to heard students away from the stairs, sending them all back to their common rooms. Headmistress McGonagall canceled classes for the day. Trevor sat with Reagan, rubbing his hand across her back. She was still crying, but her tears were more silent, and more controlled.
"I can't believe this," Reagan whispered.
"I know," Trevor soothed. "I'm so sorry."
"I should have known," she whispered.
"What do you mean?" Trevor asked. "There was no way you could have known." Reagan looked up at him.
"The staircases move," Reagan whispered. "If she wasn't careful, then she would fall down them." With another sob, she fell back into his shoulder. Her sobs rang loud enough in her ears that she didn't hear Trevor softly whisper, "I'm here, I'll never let anything happen to you."
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"Reagan?!"
Trevor turned towards the door as Darenn came running in. Followed closely by Cal, Darenn ran to Reagan and pulled her into their arms. Her sobs turned more violent again and Darenn rocked and soothed his younger sister.
"Thanks," Darenn said, looking at Trevor.
"Not a problem," Trevor replied.
Reagan's father, Harry, came a few minutes later and gave his daughter a hug. Trevor watched as her Aunt Hermione came in also, and gave her niece a hug. Trevor winced as Minister of Magic hugged him as well, thanking him for staying with her and comforting her.
Trevor stayed in Professor Lupin's office with Reagan for the remainder of the day. Cal left to get lunch and followed soon with a house elf at his heels. Reagan, Trevor, Cal and Darenn ate a quite lunch in their professor's office, none saying much of anything. They were not missing classes, as Professor McGonagall canceled classed for the remainder of the week as well.
Reagan's brother, James, arrived sometime mid day and held his sister. He whispered something to her and left immediately afterwards. Reagan's mother, Ginny came as well. She offered to take Reagan home but Reagan refused. Harry came back in again and pulled Cal aside to question him on what had happened. Cal retold from when they got up that morning to Josie leaving the table to hearing the horrible scream and Reagan taking off, and then seeing Trevor pulling her away from the base of the stairs, and seeing Josie's body at the base of the stairs, and then finally being allowed into Professor Lupin's office to see Reagan. After Cal finished, Reagan had to be pried off of Trevor so he could tell what he knew.
Harry listened attentively as Trevor told the short tale.
"You know, I didn't like you much when I first met you," Harry said. "But throughout the year I've seen the kind of person you really are. And Reagan was right, you're not like the other Slytherins. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend to my daughter." He paused and looked at Trevor. "She will need you the most now. Loosing someone close to you is an incredibly hard thing to bare, and he will need a stable shoulder to cry on. Someone she trusts and loves." With that he stood and shook Trevor's hand. Trevor blinked a few times, taking in what Reagan's father had said to him and nodded. Someone she trusts and loves, he thought. I know that I... Did she... But now wasn't the time for that.
"Was my dad nice to you?" Reagan asked as he sat down beside her again.
"Yes, he was actually," Trevor replied.
"Good," she said. "I was afraid he wasn't going to be. He doesn't like Slytherins much."
"He..." Trevor paused, running what her father had said to him over in his head. "He thanked me for being your friend. I don't think he minds that I'm a Slytherin anymore."
"Good," Reagan replied and laid her head on his shoulder. "At least something good came of this."
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"How are you holding up?" Harry asked Remus. His old professor shrugged and leaned up against the wall outside his office.
"I'm here, but I need sleep," Remus said. "I've still got two days to go and its starting to wear on me."
"Take Reagan with you this time," Harry said. "It could take her mind off things."
"Or it could not," Remus replied. "Everything is going to bug her now, everything is going to hurt."
"I know it will."
"Sleeping in her bed in her dormitory is going to hurt," Remus said. "Sitting through her exams, the train ride home, everything is going to remind her and everything is going to hurt."
"You don't think I've thought of that?" Harry said. "It hurts me to see her in pain like this."
"Trevor's taking care of her," Remus said.
"I know he is," Harry replied.
"He's a good kid."
"I know he is," Harry repeated. "Its just a bit hard to see my daughter depend on another man now."
"Trevor is hardly a man, first of all," Remus said. "He's sixteen, Harry, were you a man at sixteen?"
"Not hardly," he replied. "I was a teenage boy with a mad evil wizard after my blood."
"Exactly, you were a teenage boy. You were also strong, and Trevor is too. So is Reagan. She'll get through this," Remus said. "Besides, its not like they're getting married tomorrow or anything."
"I know," Harry said. "If you say I can trust him then I do, whole heatedly."
"Good, because he's going to be the only one that can get into her head now," Remus replied.
"Is this the point where I stop being a friend and turn into the father?"
"You always were and always will be both the friend and the father," Remus replied. "But this is where she'll see you more as a father than a friend. It only lasts a couple years, look at you and James. You and Darenn are getting closer again as well."
"Its different with girls," Harry said.
"Reagan's smart, she'll be okay. Trevor's smart as well. Let them be friends, thats all they are anyway."
"They're just friends?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"I told Trevor that Reagan loved him."
"You what?!"
"Well, not in so many words, but that was the gist of what I said to him," Harry said, and ran his hair through his hair.
"Why would you think she loved him?" Remus asked.
Harry looked at his uncle. "I happen to have a magical connection with my daughter, and I can feel her love for him, and vise versa."
"Really?" Remus asked. "Well, they haven't crossed that bridge yet. So far they are just friends."
"She's fifteen, she can have friends that are boys. She can have boyfriends. I got my first kiss when I was fifteen."
"Are you giving her permission to date?" Remus asked.
"No, but I can't deny it if it happens," Harry said.
"She won't for a while thought," Remus noted. "Not after this."
"True," Harry agreed. "But at least she can be friends with Trevor. Thats close enough."
"Whats close enough?" Ginny asked, walling up behind him.
"Trevor is close enough to a boyfriend," Harry said. "But after this, that might be all that she has."
"For a while," Ginny replied. "But not forever. She'll get through this, she'll grow and be stronger because of it. Look at you, see where all your hardships got you?"
"Ginny I spoil my children with everything I never had and I still don't let people in easily," Harry said. "How is that any good?"
"It made you a better person that appreciates all the people in his live that love him," Ginny replied. "You shower your children with not only gifts but love as well, because you want them to have what you didn't have as a child but should have."
"Fair enough," Harry replied.
"We should all have dinner in Hogsmeade tonight," Ginny said. "Reagan won't have to eat in the Great Hall."
"She'll have to face familiar things eventually, Gin," Harry said.
"But not necessarily right away," she replied. "Trevor can come also, and Cal if he wants."
"I'll mention it to her, but I don't know if she'll want to," Harry said. "They're eating right now."
"Dobby brought them lunch," Remus said.
"Dobby? He's still alive?" Ginny asked.
"House elves live for quite awhile," Remus replied.
"I bet that just made his day, waiting on my son and daughter," Harry said.
"A bit full of ourselves are we?" Ginny asked her husband.
"Oh come on, Gin, you know how he was with me."
"You did him a great favor by freeing him-"
"And he worshiped me because of it!
"Many people worshiped you, Harry Potter, not for the things you did, but for the person you are," Ginny replied.
"Nice Dumbledore-sim, Ginny," Harry said. "I'll go try some of your wisdom on our grief stricken daughter and see if she wants to have diner tonight."
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Trevor watched Harry Potter come back into the room as he ran his hand across Reagan's back. Reagan had finished her sandwiches and was curled up in a chair, her eyes closed. Trevor watched in amazement with how much Reagan and her father resembled each other, and not just in their face. They walked the same and stood the same and even used the same hand movements when they spoke. And they always seemed to know what the other was thinking. Whenever he was around them, he could sense the energy flowing between them, almost like feeling the love they shared as father and daughter.
"How long has she been asleep?" Harry asked Trevor.
"A few minutes," Trevor replied. "She needs it."
"Yes she does," her father agreed. "Trevor, about what I said earlier, about-"
"She loved Josie too Mr. Potter," Trevor said before Harry could finish his sentence.
Harry looked at him and nodded. "Yes she did. Look, her mother wants to have diner in Hogsmeade this evening. She thinks it will be better for Reagan, so she won't have to eat in the Great Hall with all the other students."
"She'll have to sooner or later," Trevor replied.
"Thats what I said," Harry said. "But I told Ginny I'd ask anyway. Could you mention it to her when she wakes up?"
"I will Mr. Potter," Trevor said.
"Thank you, Trevor," Harry said and walked to the door. "Oh, and please call me Harry."
A/N: Review please, I want to know what you all think. But please don't hate me. Do you think I wanted to do this? Did JK Rowling want to kill Sirius, or was it for the purpose of the story? See, everything will be okay, eventually.
Both Harry and Reagan have now lost someone close to them when they were fifteen, but I can't put that in the fic because in my universe Sirius didn't die till Harry was nineteen or so.
Lordes: I told you you were right about one out of your three predictions. I never said it wasn't Josie, I just said it might not be her. MIGHT, but is.
Disclaimer: Uh, I do no own Harry Potter, but I do own the horrid thing I have just done. :(
Author Note: Sorry. Oh, and you might need some tissues. I did.
Harry sat at his desk, rubbing his forehead. He didn't feel to great, but he had to come into work today. He glanced at the clock on his desk.
"Too early to be at the office is right," Harry muttered, reading the clock. Another glance at his wristwatch told him it was 8:45 am. He sat back in his chair and looked at the pile of papers that sat on his desk. Sighing, he took the first folder off the top and began to flip through it.
James' Animagents had been a huge success, and Harry had offered to help sort through the applicants. He took a sip of his tea, which Hermione had laced with some headache reducing serum, one that she had invented herself. Harry had been a bit cautious at first, but since Ron was married to her, and he wasn't dead yet, then Hermione's inventions must be safe.
"Harry Potter!" Remus's voice called through the fire. Harry jumped and the applicant's file fell to the floor.
"Yes, Remus," Harry said, coming into view of the fire. "What can I do for you? Do you realize you scared the daylights out of me?"
"Sorry, Harry," Remus replied, his voice faltering slightly. Harry noticed the subtle change and realized that Remus should be teaching a class at the moment.
"Remus, whats wrong?" Harry asked.
"There's been an, er...accident....at the school this morning," he replied.
"An accident? What do you mean?" Harry asked. Remus's face turned towards someone in the room and Harry heard someone crying.
"A student fell down the stairs," Remus replied. "I need a medical team, or morgue unit and some sort of authority. Also, there is some, um, clean up needed."
"A morgue unit?" Harry repeated. "You said a student fell down the stairs."
"She died."
"All right, we're coming," Harry said. "Who was it?"
"Beg your pardon?"
"You said a student fell, so who was it?" Harry asked again.
Remus didn't answer right away. And when he did, Harry realized why he hadn't been feeling well.
"It was Josian Malfoy."
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"Josie," Reagan gasped tears falling from her eyes. Trevor wrapped his arms around her, and Reagan wept uncontrollably into his sweater. The past half hour was a blur, and Trevor blinked his eyes to keep from crying.
Reagan had fallen to the ground, he bent beside and then a scream... someone screamed from somewhere within the castle. A book fell, someone dropped their glass and it shattered on the stone floor. Reagan looked up at him, her face white and whispered, "Help me."
She struggled to stand and then she ran. She was the first to move in the Great Hall, the first out of the doors, the first to the bottom of the stairs and Trevor was right behind her.
And then she screamed too, and moments later when he got to her, Trevor understood why.
A body of a young girl was at the base of one the main staircase, twisted in an unearthly way, blood smeared across her face, a deep gash on the side of her head soaking her light blond hair with blood, a look of horror in her eyes. She didn't move, no breath, no blinking, nothing.
Trevor squeezed his eyes shut to get the image out of his head, just as he had when he first saw her. He didn't want this to be real. Blood was all over the place, all along the stairs, and many of the portraits looked on in horror.
"She fell," one of the said to him and pointed to the top of the stairs.
Trevor pulled Reagan away, just as the rest of the school was coming out behind them. Professor Lupin got to them first, swore and put his cloak over the body.
Reagan turned and sobbed into his shoulder, violent great sobs that only come when something absolutely horrible has happened. She was shaking and couldn't walk. As they got to the other side of the hall, near the entrance doors, Reagan sank to the floor, pulling Trevor down with her.
"Josie," she sobbed. "No, no no no..."
"Reagan," Trevor said, holding her, smoothing her hair. Two Prefects were keeping the other students away from the base of the stairs, where she lay, not moving, no longer moving.
"Can you bring her to my office?" Professor Lupin was asking Trevor, and the words seemed to echo in his head. Trevor nodded.
"I''ve got to call her father," Professor Lupin said, though Trevor didn't know who's father he meant.
"Reagan, stand up," Trevor said to her.
"No, no no no," Reagan sobbed, her chest raising and falling uncontrollably. "I can't, she can't be, no, no, no..." She tightened her grip on his robes as he made to stand, and sobbed, "Don't leave me Trevor, please, please, please..."
"I'm not going anywhere," she said to her, and kissed her forehead. "I'm going to carry you." He scooped her into his arms, and she held onto his neck, crying harder and harder. He held her head down, so she couldn't see the black cloak over a bloody body, and carried her to the Deputy Headmaster's office.
"Reagan, honey," Professor Lupin said as they came into the office. Trevor set her in one of the arm chairs and pushed the hair back from her face. Professor Lupin bent down and hugged his niece and Trevor could see tears in his Professor's eyes.
And thats where Trevor was now inside Professor Lupin's office, a bit stunned. Professor Lupin had gone off to heard students away from the stairs, sending them all back to their common rooms. Headmistress McGonagall canceled classes for the day. Trevor sat with Reagan, rubbing his hand across her back. She was still crying, but her tears were more silent, and more controlled.
"I can't believe this," Reagan whispered.
"I know," Trevor soothed. "I'm so sorry."
"I should have known," she whispered.
"What do you mean?" Trevor asked. "There was no way you could have known." Reagan looked up at him.
"The staircases move," Reagan whispered. "If she wasn't careful, then she would fall down them." With another sob, she fell back into his shoulder. Her sobs rang loud enough in her ears that she didn't hear Trevor softly whisper, "I'm here, I'll never let anything happen to you."
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"Reagan?!"
Trevor turned towards the door as Darenn came running in. Followed closely by Cal, Darenn ran to Reagan and pulled her into their arms. Her sobs turned more violent again and Darenn rocked and soothed his younger sister.
"Thanks," Darenn said, looking at Trevor.
"Not a problem," Trevor replied.
Reagan's father, Harry, came a few minutes later and gave his daughter a hug. Trevor watched as her Aunt Hermione came in also, and gave her niece a hug. Trevor winced as Minister of Magic hugged him as well, thanking him for staying with her and comforting her.
Trevor stayed in Professor Lupin's office with Reagan for the remainder of the day. Cal left to get lunch and followed soon with a house elf at his heels. Reagan, Trevor, Cal and Darenn ate a quite lunch in their professor's office, none saying much of anything. They were not missing classes, as Professor McGonagall canceled classed for the remainder of the week as well.
Reagan's brother, James, arrived sometime mid day and held his sister. He whispered something to her and left immediately afterwards. Reagan's mother, Ginny came as well. She offered to take Reagan home but Reagan refused. Harry came back in again and pulled Cal aside to question him on what had happened. Cal retold from when they got up that morning to Josie leaving the table to hearing the horrible scream and Reagan taking off, and then seeing Trevor pulling her away from the base of the stairs, and seeing Josie's body at the base of the stairs, and then finally being allowed into Professor Lupin's office to see Reagan. After Cal finished, Reagan had to be pried off of Trevor so he could tell what he knew.
Harry listened attentively as Trevor told the short tale.
"You know, I didn't like you much when I first met you," Harry said. "But throughout the year I've seen the kind of person you really are. And Reagan was right, you're not like the other Slytherins. Thank you for being such a wonderful friend to my daughter." He paused and looked at Trevor. "She will need you the most now. Loosing someone close to you is an incredibly hard thing to bare, and he will need a stable shoulder to cry on. Someone she trusts and loves." With that he stood and shook Trevor's hand. Trevor blinked a few times, taking in what Reagan's father had said to him and nodded. Someone she trusts and loves, he thought. I know that I... Did she... But now wasn't the time for that.
"Was my dad nice to you?" Reagan asked as he sat down beside her again.
"Yes, he was actually," Trevor replied.
"Good," she said. "I was afraid he wasn't going to be. He doesn't like Slytherins much."
"He..." Trevor paused, running what her father had said to him over in his head. "He thanked me for being your friend. I don't think he minds that I'm a Slytherin anymore."
"Good," Reagan replied and laid her head on his shoulder. "At least something good came of this."
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"How are you holding up?" Harry asked Remus. His old professor shrugged and leaned up against the wall outside his office.
"I'm here, but I need sleep," Remus said. "I've still got two days to go and its starting to wear on me."
"Take Reagan with you this time," Harry said. "It could take her mind off things."
"Or it could not," Remus replied. "Everything is going to bug her now, everything is going to hurt."
"I know it will."
"Sleeping in her bed in her dormitory is going to hurt," Remus said. "Sitting through her exams, the train ride home, everything is going to remind her and everything is going to hurt."
"You don't think I've thought of that?" Harry said. "It hurts me to see her in pain like this."
"Trevor's taking care of her," Remus said.
"I know he is," Harry replied.
"He's a good kid."
"I know he is," Harry repeated. "Its just a bit hard to see my daughter depend on another man now."
"Trevor is hardly a man, first of all," Remus said. "He's sixteen, Harry, were you a man at sixteen?"
"Not hardly," he replied. "I was a teenage boy with a mad evil wizard after my blood."
"Exactly, you were a teenage boy. You were also strong, and Trevor is too. So is Reagan. She'll get through this," Remus said. "Besides, its not like they're getting married tomorrow or anything."
"I know," Harry said. "If you say I can trust him then I do, whole heatedly."
"Good, because he's going to be the only one that can get into her head now," Remus replied.
"Is this the point where I stop being a friend and turn into the father?"
"You always were and always will be both the friend and the father," Remus replied. "But this is where she'll see you more as a father than a friend. It only lasts a couple years, look at you and James. You and Darenn are getting closer again as well."
"Its different with girls," Harry said.
"Reagan's smart, she'll be okay. Trevor's smart as well. Let them be friends, thats all they are anyway."
"They're just friends?" Harry asked.
"Yes."
"I told Trevor that Reagan loved him."
"You what?!"
"Well, not in so many words, but that was the gist of what I said to him," Harry said, and ran his hair through his hair.
"Why would you think she loved him?" Remus asked.
Harry looked at his uncle. "I happen to have a magical connection with my daughter, and I can feel her love for him, and vise versa."
"Really?" Remus asked. "Well, they haven't crossed that bridge yet. So far they are just friends."
"She's fifteen, she can have friends that are boys. She can have boyfriends. I got my first kiss when I was fifteen."
"Are you giving her permission to date?" Remus asked.
"No, but I can't deny it if it happens," Harry said.
"She won't for a while thought," Remus noted. "Not after this."
"True," Harry agreed. "But at least she can be friends with Trevor. Thats close enough."
"Whats close enough?" Ginny asked, walling up behind him.
"Trevor is close enough to a boyfriend," Harry said. "But after this, that might be all that she has."
"For a while," Ginny replied. "But not forever. She'll get through this, she'll grow and be stronger because of it. Look at you, see where all your hardships got you?"
"Ginny I spoil my children with everything I never had and I still don't let people in easily," Harry said. "How is that any good?"
"It made you a better person that appreciates all the people in his live that love him," Ginny replied. "You shower your children with not only gifts but love as well, because you want them to have what you didn't have as a child but should have."
"Fair enough," Harry replied.
"We should all have dinner in Hogsmeade tonight," Ginny said. "Reagan won't have to eat in the Great Hall."
"She'll have to face familiar things eventually, Gin," Harry said.
"But not necessarily right away," she replied. "Trevor can come also, and Cal if he wants."
"I'll mention it to her, but I don't know if she'll want to," Harry said. "They're eating right now."
"Dobby brought them lunch," Remus said.
"Dobby? He's still alive?" Ginny asked.
"House elves live for quite awhile," Remus replied.
"I bet that just made his day, waiting on my son and daughter," Harry said.
"A bit full of ourselves are we?" Ginny asked her husband.
"Oh come on, Gin, you know how he was with me."
"You did him a great favor by freeing him-"
"And he worshiped me because of it!
"Many people worshiped you, Harry Potter, not for the things you did, but for the person you are," Ginny replied.
"Nice Dumbledore-sim, Ginny," Harry said. "I'll go try some of your wisdom on our grief stricken daughter and see if she wants to have diner tonight."
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Trevor watched Harry Potter come back into the room as he ran his hand across Reagan's back. Reagan had finished her sandwiches and was curled up in a chair, her eyes closed. Trevor watched in amazement with how much Reagan and her father resembled each other, and not just in their face. They walked the same and stood the same and even used the same hand movements when they spoke. And they always seemed to know what the other was thinking. Whenever he was around them, he could sense the energy flowing between them, almost like feeling the love they shared as father and daughter.
"How long has she been asleep?" Harry asked Trevor.
"A few minutes," Trevor replied. "She needs it."
"Yes she does," her father agreed. "Trevor, about what I said earlier, about-"
"She loved Josie too Mr. Potter," Trevor said before Harry could finish his sentence.
Harry looked at him and nodded. "Yes she did. Look, her mother wants to have diner in Hogsmeade this evening. She thinks it will be better for Reagan, so she won't have to eat in the Great Hall with all the other students."
"She'll have to sooner or later," Trevor replied.
"Thats what I said," Harry said. "But I told Ginny I'd ask anyway. Could you mention it to her when she wakes up?"
"I will Mr. Potter," Trevor said.
"Thank you, Trevor," Harry said and walked to the door. "Oh, and please call me Harry."
A/N: Review please, I want to know what you all think. But please don't hate me. Do you think I wanted to do this? Did JK Rowling want to kill Sirius, or was it for the purpose of the story? See, everything will be okay, eventually.
Both Harry and Reagan have now lost someone close to them when they were fifteen, but I can't put that in the fic because in my universe Sirius didn't die till Harry was nineteen or so.
Lordes: I told you you were right about one out of your three predictions. I never said it wasn't Josie, I just said it might not be her. MIGHT, but is.
