The Broken Charm
It's been three days since the last Quidditch match, and Jenna hasn't been out of the hospital wing. The most information that Ron found out from Hannah who was told by Jenna was that it was none of Hannah's business what was going on with Jenna. Harry thought that if Hannah couldn't find out what was wrong with her than no one could.
Every potions class Harry had, Snape would try to look Harry in the eye of loathing, and remembering how Snape was a superb Occlumens and Legilimens, Harry avoided any possible contact. Hermione noticed this but because her and Harry weren't on full speaking terms she didn't say a word.
"Give me a sample of your potion and you may go." Snape's cold voice said as the bell rang. Harry's potion wasn't nearly as pure orange as Hermione's was, but all the same he had to hand it in. Harry made sure to put his sample flask in the middle of a bunch of the other ones so there was no way Snape could try to knock it off his desk. Harry grabbed his books and headed toward the dungeon door.
"Harry! Harry wait!" Hermione called after him.
"What?" Harry asked coolly as he came to a stop letting Hermione catch up with him.
"Harry, please forgive me. I can't stand not talking to you. Harry please." Hermione made to grab Harry's arm.
"Whatever." Harry answered as he pulled away from Hermione's grip and out the door.
"Harry, huh, it's just. Well Dom, he's a nice boy, and well, yes he is a first year, but, I—I well…" Hermione couldn't seem to find the words to explain why she did what she did.
"I don't want to hear an excuse Hermione." Harry turned to Hermione and stared at her straight in the eye.
"I'm not trying to make an excuse, I'm trying to explain myself!" Hermione said.
"Why would you need an explanation when I was a whiteness to it? Come on let's just forget it." Harry said.
"I—I alright Harry. I heard about Jenna, Harry I think you should go visit her." Hermione said trying to change the subject.
"She doesn't want me to. She broke up with me." Harry told her.
"I've heard, but Harry, I think she does want you to. Trust me, I'm a girl Harry and I know I would want the guy I liked to come visit me." Hermione said as her and Harry was making their way to lunch.
"Yea well, the guy you like also happens to be one of your best friends."
"Fine Harry don't visit her, it's okay you don't need to listen to any advice I have to give, even though I know how she thinks more than you do. But go ahead, don't listen to me." Hermione said sounding a bit annoyed.
"Fine! I'll visit her!" Harry turned to head up to the hospital wing.
"Your welcome!" Hermione shouted up the stairs after him.
Harry came across the hall where the hospital was located. He took out his wand and shot out a little pack of flowers as he went through the doors and into the hospital wing.
A couple beds down on the right laid Jenna. She was gazing out at the school grounds and had not noticed Harry's entrance.
"Hey, how you feeling?" Harry asked softly, the flowers still clutched in his hand. Jenna turned to face him and looked lost for words. "Here." Harry handed her the flowers. Instead of taking them she stared at them and then back at Harry.
"Harry, I told you—" Jenna started but then her eyes swelled with tears as she took the flowers that Harry was still holding out to her. "Thanks."
"I thought you'd like those. Violets are your favorite right?" Harry asked.
"You remembered." Jenna looked down into the flowers and smelt them. "Harry, please, I—"
"Jenna, why are you trying to fight this? I can see you don't want to." Harry reached out his arm to Jenna's head and placed his hand on her cheek.
"I can't tell you Harry, but please, just trust me when I say that we can't see each other anymore." Jenna now looked as though every word took all her energy to speak.
"I can't take that answer. What happened on the Quidditch field? How come they're not letting you out of the hospital wing?" Harry asked her.
"It's nothing. Just madam Pompfrey…" Jenna said but Harry could tell she was lying.
"Jenna, you can't lie to me. What happened last Saturday? Where did you go?" Harry asked her.
"Nowhere important." But as Jenna said this she made a little shudder.
"Well I hope you feel better soon." Harry smiled down at Jenna who made a faint smile back as Harry made to leave the hospital wing.
"Harry wait!" Jenna cried just as Harry was reaching out to the door. Harry turned around and looked at Jenna as she stared at him for a couple seconds and then said, "It's killing me not being with you."
"Then why are you leaving me?" Harry wondered.
"For your sake." Jenna responded and then turned to face the window once more.
Harry knew their conversation was over and headed out the door and down to lunch.
It was almost midnight as Harry was going back to the Gryffindor common room after Occlumency lessons. Harry felt very weak, but Dumbledore said that Harry was getting very good at it.
Harry made his way up a couple sets of stairs when a chill came across his body. Harry froze where he was and started to breath heavily reaching for his wand.
Then Harry heard it, an eardrum blowing high-pitched screech. Harry ran for the place where he thought the sound was coming from wand clutched tightly in his hand. Harry heard growling from around the corner and peeked around it to face a huge black creature with huge bat-like wings and a spiked tail. It turned its head and had the face of one like the three-headed dogs. Harry jumped from around the corner as the animal screeched again and made Harry fall backwards onto his feet. The creature then flew over Harry and out of sight. Harry got up to chase after it but once he came around a corner he no longer saw any trace of the beast.
Was this all a figure of my imagination? Maybe I'm just tired. Harry thought to himself as he shook his head back into focus. But then he remembered. He had heard this animal before… and he's seen it too…. But where? Before Harry could answer any of his questions he felt pain beyond any pain he had felt in a long time. His scar felt like it was bursting open with mad rage. Harry fell to the ground-loosing grip of his wand. Harry's head seemed to be on flames as he could feel the black ooze erupting from it once more. Harry tried to scream but had no voice.
His body began to shudder like crazy as Harry felt like someone was pulling back the skin of his forehead.
"I'm back Harry, you didn't honestly think you would get away with a charm like that did you?" Voldemort laughed as Harry was too weak and in too much pain to respond or try to use any of the Occlumens skills he had learned.
"Don't you miss the taste of pain Harry? Oh please tell me you do," Voldemort laughed again as Harry continued to shudder with mincingly strong amount of pain. Sirius… Harry thought, Sirius help me!
"Oh Harry you do forget things easily don't you? I told you I've been able to block Sirius from helping you at times like this, just a bond between you and me." Voldemort laughed even higher than he had yet. "And the best part is, no one can hear your screams."
Harry could feel the black ooze covering his whole face now, burning it as though it were on fire. Harry's want wasn't in reach, although Harry didn't know how to curse Voldemort through his scar like he was doing to him. Harry could barely breath now as he felt like he was dying. The Prophecy came to the front of his mind as he heard someone speaking to him.
"What's this?" Voldemort asked as Harry's scar burst with, if possible, more pain. "Is this—" Voldemort paused again as though reading and viewing the Prophecy, which Harry was now trying to push away from his mind with the little energy he had left. Harry passed out from the pain being vulnerable to anything that Voldemort had in store for Harry.
Flames…
Burning houses, everyone was running. School kids and teachers and people Harry didn't know. Harry heard a women scream from behind and then Voldemort's cold laugh. Harry turned around as Hermione clutched his arm,
"Harry don't leave we need you, Harry I need you." Harry got free of her grasp and headed toward the place where he heard the scream. He was about to make it there when he heard the high-pitched animal screech as it flew down into his path. Harry lifted his wand to the creature as it screeched again making Harry fall off his feet.
Harry quickly got up and shouted, "Stupefy!" Making the creature stumble back a bit as it screeched again. The creature came down about Harry breathing very close to Harry's face as it showed Harry its extremely long and sharp teeth. Harry made to shout another spell but the creature's tail came from nowhere and knocked Harry down as its spikes pierced through Harry's skin. Harry screamed out loud, louder than he has ever screamed in his whole life…
"Oh my gosh! Harry! Someone help!" Cho's voice sounded through Harry's ears softly. Harry's eyes were held shut from all of the black ooze, which had erupted from his scar the night before. "Hang on Harry, oh my gosh! Here come's Professor McGonagall, hold on Harry."
Harry could hear Professor McGonagall scream as Harry felt his body being lifted on a stretcher, which was speeding through the hall.
"Poppy! Poppy help Harry while I go get the headmaster." Professor McGonagall said in a panic-like voice. Harry heard scurrying footsteps go across the floor as a warm washcloth pressed against his face.
"Oh Potter, this is horrible. Is this all from your scar?" Madam Pompfrey asked him. Harry tried to answer but his lips were also locked shut from the dried black ooze. "Of course it is. What else could it be from?" Madam Pompfrey answered her own question.
"He's just in here Albus." McGonagall's voice was now back.
"Well our worst fears have now come true, Voldemort has found a way past our charm." Dumbledore's calm voice spoke.
"What should we do?" Minerva wondered.
"Harry has gotten very far in Occlumency, I suppose with another month he will have mastered it. Until then, we should keep a close eye on Potter and make sure he's never alone." Dumbledore responded.
"How long was he on the floor?" Poppy wondered.
"I assume it was from last night, Cho found him this morning laying on the floor." Dumbledore said. "Minerva, go visit the order and inform them of what has happened. Harry is going to need high protection."
"Right away headmaster." Minerva said as she left the hospital wing.
"Almost got it all off. The spell to clear this stuff up didn't work so I have to do it the Muggle way." Poppy explained.
"That's fine. I'm going to go get Professor Flitwick, after you clear this up don't do anything else yet." Harry told Poppy as he left the hospital wing. Harry could feel the warm washcloth now scrubbing hard at his face and neck.
"All over your clothes and hair. Boy Potter you're a mess." Poppy said. Within two more minutes Madam Pompfrey stopped scrubbing away at Harry's burnt up feeling face and Dumbledore returned with little Professor Flitwick trailing behind him.
"His face is as clear as I could get it, sir." Madam Pompfrey told the headmaster. "I'm going to go get something for those blotches."
"I don't think any other charms are strong enough to hold off You-Know-Who. If he could get through this one, then he could get through any of them." Professor Flitwick explained.
"I thought so." Dumbledore said softly as Harry remembered what happened just before he passed out.
"The Prophecy." Harry barely mustered out the words. Harry could feel Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, Minerva, and Madam Pompfrey's eyes all turn upon him.
"Yes Harry, what about the Prophecy." Dumbledore asked after a couple seconds silence. Harry's mind was racing as he tried to remember what had happened. Was Voldemort able to see the whole Prophecy? Did Voldemort even see the Prophecy at all? Harry tried to speak again but he had not the energy to do so. He struggled to open his eyes, but they still felt glued shut.
"Oh let him rest!" Shouted Madam Pompfrey. "Come back later this afternoon when he has the dynamism to speak!"
"Alright then Poppy, take care Harry." Came Minerva's voice as Harry felt a warm bony hand placed upon his forehead. Harry then heard the shuffling of feet and the opening and closing of a door, and silence once more.
"Alright Potter rest up, rest up. You've had a rough night." Madam Pompfrey said as Harry heard her move around his bed, situating his covers and then leave the room.
"Harry? Are you alright?" Came a soft girlish voice. Harry couldn't speak or move at any rate so he could not answer her.
"Harry, I'm sorry, Harry…" Jenna said softly as if she thought Harry was just ignoring her.
Harry then dozed into a sleep involving unicorns surrounded by a bright light running through the clouds.
"Harry, it's time to wake." Dumbledore's voice sounded through Harry's ears. Harry awoke, not where he fell asleep in the hospital wing, but the couch in Dumbledore's study. Everything was blurry until McGonagall handed Harry his glasses and Harry put them on. Harry reached up to his scar, which was sore to the lightest touch. Harry then licked his lips to make sure they were not adhesived shut anymore. "Harry if you please, perform Occlumens on your mind before we begin to ensure that unwanted ears are not listening."
Harry cleared his mind, and used everything he learned about Occlumency so far on his mentality. Just as he did so the thought of the Prophecy came emerging back to the front of his mind.
"Dumbledore! The Prophecy! I don't know if he heard it or not… I passed out before I knew a definite answer, but it seems… it seems as though he heard it." Harry finished his voice dropping down as he did.
There were moments of silence as all the adults surrounding Harry tried to take this information in.
"Dumbledore I thought that the Prophecy was destroyed." Lupin said stepping out from behind McGonagall.
"Lupin!" Harry jumped up and felt more relaxed with him being there. Madam Pompfrey pushed him back onto the couch shaking her head as if wanting to tell him to relax."
"Remus," Dumbledore started as he looked over to Harry as if asking for his approval, "I was there when the original Prophecy was made. I was able to share it with Harry at the end of last year, even at the cost of Lord Voldemort finding out for himself. Harry now understands why he was cursed by the scar and what his destiny holds. Harry you understand that now I must share this Prophecy with the Order, for Lord Voldemort will doubtlessly share it with his servants."
Harry nodded and looked down at the floor. He let Lord Voldemort hear the Prophecy…
"Harry it isn't your fault," Dumbledore continued seeing Harry's reaction, "Voldemort would have heard it soon enough, but Harry, I now need you to attend Occlumency lessons every night."
"But Professor, Voldemort told me that, that even if I did master Occlumency he could still torture me…" Harry put in.
"Harry, he says this for he needs to be able to read your thoughts, and now that he knows the Prophecy he will do everything he can to find your weaknesses." Dumbledore explained to Harry. "Now, Minerva if you would, please go inform the Order of my arrival tonight at…" Dumbledore reached out to look at a watch, which had several hands, "quarter after eight."
Professor McGonagall nodded her head and left Dumbledore's study without asking any questions. Harry then looked up at Lupin who looked like he'd been through too much in a short while. Harry tried to smile up at him, but couldn't help feeling pain for him.
"Now," Dumbledore began once again, "Harry if you please inform us of what happened before Voldemort cursed you."
Harry tore his eyes from Lupin and focused them on the floor trying to remember what happened as he left Occlumency lessons the night previous.
"I heard a screeching noise," Harry squinted his eyes to get better focus, "so I took out my wand and tried to see where it was…. And then I came to face… a huge animal. It had the head like one of Fluffy's, and it had huge wings… it had a tail with spikes coming out in every direction… I tried to curse it, but I fell, and it flew over me… and then… all I can remember is feeling like I was dieing. It felt like someone was taking a knife to my forehead and slicing it up… I can't really remember much, except for the Prophecy, and flames again…. The next thing I know is Cho shaking me awake…" Harry reached up to his scar once more, which felt numb with pain.
Harry looked up at Lupin who was turned to a window, as though he couldn't take what he was hearing. Dumbledore took a step closer to Harry.
"You saw flames again Harry?" Dumbledore asked in a concerning way.
"Yes." Harry replied.
"Well there is no doubt that we should watch out for any burning of any kind within our future. And this animal within our midst, I'll notify the ghosts to keep an eye out for it." Dumbledore concluded. "Poppy, could I please have a word. Excuse us Remus, Harry." Dumbledore lead Madam Pompfrey out the door and Harry could feel Lupin's eyes turn on him.
"Lupin, I'm really glad you're here." Harry said turning his face to Lupin's who smiled as though it took energy.
"You—you've felt death? Even being in the Order I haven't faced any of that pain…" Lupin told Harry.
"You're lucky. I haven't felt death, but I've felt so much that I wish Voldemort would just kill me and get it done with." Harry told Lupin truthfully. Harry could tell that the subject of death was very hard to talk about to Lupin. "So, er… how's the Order?" Harry asked trying to change the subject.
"A lot of action these past few months…" Lupin said knowing he couldn't reveal to Harry exactly what the action contained. Harry could tell that once more, Lupin wasn't keen on this subject either.
"Lupin I want you to know something—" Harry started as Dumbledore opened the door and came back in with Madam Pompfrey.
"Madam Pompfrey has allowed me to keep you here instead of the hospital wing, Harry." Dumbledore informed Harry as he entered the study once more. "Harry I need you to get your rest, you're coming to the Order tonight." Harry's mouth dropped down as if asking Dumbledore if he were serious, and then he turned to see Madam Pompfrey looking not too happy with this.
"Alright, he heard you, rest Harry, rest!" Madam Pomfrey extracted a bottle of purple liquid from inside one of her pockets and made Harry drink it.
"A word, Remus." Was the last thing Harry heard before he dozed into a warm relaxed sleep.
Sirius was indicating Harry to follow him, once again beyond the veil. Harry came to his parent's house once again. This time James was dressed in clothes looking like he was about to play Quidditch.
"Ready for the big game Padfoot? I can smell Mechenstage's win from here…" James took in a deep breath.
"Yeah, we'll see about that one Prongs. Hey, where's Lily?" Sirius wondered.
"Oh you know women, she's probably upstairs." James laughed.
"I'm going to go scare her." Sirius smiled.
"Good luck with what she does after she knows it was you who scared her." James said as he turned into another room where a baby cry came from. Harry followed Sirius up the stairs. Sirius creped to a door and quietly opened it slowly peering in. Harry went over to see what Sirius was looking at and saw Lily scribbling madly in a little book.
Sirius jumped in the room and screamed,
"AHH!!! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!!!"
Lily jumped a mile as she flung her quill and journal aside. When she saw it was Sirius she wiped off her clothes as though trying to cover she was remotely frightened and came and punched Sirius in the chest as Sirius laughed uncontrollably.
"Can't wait to put that in a Pensive for others to see. What were you writing in?" Sirius wondered.
"Nothing which concerns you, well I'm ready, let's go." Lily beckoned to the door as she tried to trip Sirius on the way out.
Instead of Harry following Sirius and Lily down the stairs, Harry walked into his parent's bedroom and went over to the book, which had been flung on the ground. It was lying open on the page that Lily had left off on, but as Harry looked at the writing it started to fade menacingly fast.
Harry reached down for the book but was thrust into a Quidditch stadium instead.
"Good ol' apparating." Sirius yawned as he looked around. "I'm going to go get some food. Want anything?"
"I'll have a butterbeer, how bout you Lil?" James asked his wife, as she appeared with a Portkey she made to bring her and baby Harry.
"I'm good." Lily said as she looked at the huge Quidditch stadium.
"Alright I'll get you a butterbeer too then. Anything for little Harry?" Sirius asked playing with his finger in Harry's portable crib.
"Sirius, Harry's too young for any of the junk they sell at these things." Lily smiled.
"Right, well, Go Mechenstage's!" Sirius chanted as he walked up to a food stand.
"You can never find another Sirius anywhere." Lily sighed watching Sirius act like an idiot.
"Nope, one of a kind. Shall we find seats?" James replied.
"Harry it's time to go." Lupin's soft voice was shaking Harry awake.
"Five more minutes…" Harry yawned as he turned over.
"Come on Harry." Lupin laughed.
Harry groaned as he slowly sat up and retrieved his glasses from the little table. Harry then stretched out as he stood up and faced Lupin who was looking interestedly at him.
"Are you ready now?" He asked Harry.
"Yeah." Harry said sleepily. Lupin lead Harry into Dumbledore's main office where Harry heard Dumbledore mutter, Portus, to a quill that lay on his desk. Dumbledore then turned to face Lupin and Harry who were approaching Dumbledore's desk.
"Alright, take hold of the quill." Dumbledore instructed as he handed it to Lupin and went over to one of his round tables and got his Pensive. Dumbledore then came back up to where Lupin and Harry were and put his free hand on the quill. Within twenty seconds Harry felt the normal jerk up from beneath his navel. He then felt his feet collapse into the kitchen of number twelve Grimmuald place. There was at least fifty people all crammed into it all looking very grim. Harry then saw Mrs. Weasly trying to make her way through the crowd of people. She came to Harry and greeted him with a big hug.
"Hello Harry, it's so nice to see you, dear. Sorry about the space issue, there are never this many people here at once." Molly told Harry.
"Now if you please." Dumbledore motioned his hands as to tell the people to make a path to the table. All of them seemed to follow Dumbledore's command because a little path was formed from where Harry, Dumbledore and Lupin stood to the table in the center. Dumbledore walked through it and placed the Pensive on the table. Lupin pushed Harry forward to follow Dumbledore.
"Now I expect Minerva has informed you all of tonight's meeting, sorry for such a short notice." Dumbledore added apologetically.
There were murmurs of agreement throughout the crowd.
"Well then without further ado, let me show you what you came to hear. There will be time to explain after." Dumbledore then put his wand up to his temple and extracted a slivery strand, which he placed into the Pensive. Dumbledore then took a deep breath and motioned his wand to make the memory in the Pensive arise into the young form of Professor Trelawney.
Silence fell… and then…
"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES…. BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES… AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT… AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NEITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES…. THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES…."
Professor Trelawney sank back into the Pensive as silence fell once more. Harry couldn't stand hearing the Prophecy for a second time. It was as if it made all of his thoughts and dreams final. When no one spoke Dumbledore lifted his head and said,
"This Prophecy of course, was being directed to either Harry or Neville, but when Lord Voldemort "marked Harry as his equal" it became certain that this prophecy was indeed Harry's and Lord Voldemort's. Harry, in the end will have to be the one who murders Lord Voldemort, or die from him. We are here to ensure Harry stays safe for as long as possible so he gains enough strength to fight Voldemort and becomes the one who survives in the end."
Lupin put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Harry could feel everyone's eyes glaring at him. Harry tried to seem interested in his shoelaces. They all know my fate… Harry couldn't stand to be in this room anymore. He wanted to get out and run away from his destiny. Harry would give anything to take this burden off his hands. Harry tried to look up but saw the glare in everyone's eyes focused on him. Harry tried to flatten down his hair over his scar, but as he did he jumped back a little because it was still sore.
"I always knew Potter had something to do with Voldemort." Grunted Moody from somewhere in the bunch of people.
"Now I wish you all not to treat Harry any differently, unless it is using protection, for I assume you were all conveyed with the information of Harry's experience last night. A war is even closer in our midst now, and we must do everything we can to prevent any harm from getting to Harry." Dumbledore inculcated everyone.
Lupin's hand came off of Harry's shoulder. "Harry, it's late, if you want to spend the night here, you are welcome to."
"Yes Remus, I think that wise. If you please, stay with him." Dumbledore turned to Harry, "Harry, don't get out of Lupin's sight, take care now." And with a swish of his cloak, Dumbledore was gone.
"Come now Harry, let's go upstairs." Lupin said shakily as he tried to lead Harry out of the kitchen where deep eyes followed him to the door.
"Glad we're out of there." Harry took in a deep breath.
"Yeah…" Lupin said softly.
"Lupin I—" Harry started.
"Don't try to explain anything." Lupin hushed as they came to the room that Harry usually stays at when he comes here. Lupin turned to face Harry and took him into a one armed hug and said, "You're very brave, Harry. I can't believe what you have to go through." It sounded as though Lupin was feeling Harry's pain as Harry hugged him back. Harry was lost for words because, what Lupin was saying was true, and Harry couldn't lie to him and tell him he'll live, or it's not going to be that bad, because the truth was, Harry was dreading his fate every second of his life. Harry then remembered what he had wanted to tell Lupin in Dumbledore's office.
"Lupin?"
"Yes Harry." Said Lupin pulling away from Harry.
"I can talk to Sirius." Harry told him. Lupin's face mixed up and he replied to Harry,
"I talk to him too Harry." Lupin must have been taking what Harry meant wrong.
"No, Lupin, I really can talk to him."
"Yes, Harry." Lupin looked comforting.
"No, I mean, well he gave me a two-way mirror last year, before… you know, and well when you go behind the veil you can choose to be with someone, and well Sirius chose to be with me, says Dumbledore, and so when I looked in the two-way mirror knowing he was with me, I was able to, to see him, and talk to him. I knew that he was with me from a dream he showed me, he brought me beyond the veil with him." Then Harry remembered the dream he had just about an hour ago. Lily and her journal, which looked alarmingly like—
"Are you saying, that Sirius is living in you?" Lupin took a breath before speaking each word.
"Yea. But not forever though, until he decides to move on to the death world, with my dad… Probably after the whole Voldemort thing…" Harry told Lupin.
"I knew it was going to be you who had to kill Voldemort. But, Sirius, Sirius is… there… he's…."
"Yes, if I had my two way mirror I could speak from him to you and you to him." Harry told Lupin whose eyes became enlarged. Lupin looked longingly into Harry's eyes in hope of seeing Sirius appear in them.
"You should stay here for Christmas, you, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred and George, just like last year." Lupin finally said. Harry didn't know how to respond to this, he remembered just last year he heard Sirius singing Christmas carols and being very cheery.
"We'll see." Harry tried to smile.
Lupin's face lit up as Harry made to sit on the bed.
"Well I'll let you rest then, night Harry." Lupin said as he went over to flick off the light and got into the bed that Ron usually slept in.
"Night, Lupin." Harry replied taking off his glasses and placing them on the nightstand. Seven more days till Christmas. Harry thought turning over to face the empty picture frame by his bed.
Author's note: Yes I am devoted I guess to writing even through midterms, because I got an awesome idea I can't wait for you all to read!!! I liked writing this chapter so I hoped u liked reading it, gets a few questions answered and opens a few new doors… anyways REVIEW and ENJOY!