A.N. Before we begin I want to introduce my new beta Chromatix. He has
volunteered to conquer the task of fixing my mistakes (and the mistakes my
typists do, like turning a hand into a wand) sorry didn't catch that
before. I appologise for the week long wait between the last chapter and
now. Ill try to get the next one sooner.
What Happens Next
Chapter 22: The Last Straw
Once again, Madame Pomfrey rushed herself to the Potter house, following a very anxious house-elf and muttering under her breath.
"What did he do to himself this time? Oh that boy ... for the life of me..."
She came to the doorway of Harry's room and stopped cold. Looking about the room, she could see Harry being held tightly by Molly, while her youngest two and Hermione sat in silence. In a corner sat Harry's cousin, holding his mother in a similar fashion. Something was not right.
Madame Pomfrey walked to the bed first, and placed a hand on Molly's shoulder to let her know she was there. Molly looked up at her with tear- filled eyes.
"He's asleep," she said, lowering Harry's head back to his pillow.
There was blood on the front of Molly's dress and on Harry's face, which had run down onto his shirt. The bleeding had stopped after Molly had placed a clotting spell on Harry's obviously broken nose.
Madame Pomfrey gave a small gasp as she saw his face. She could easily tell by the marking that it was done by a large hand. One side was swelled up with the eye shut tight, and due to the broken nose the other eye was beginning to darken as well.
The mediwitch made quick work of cleaning him up. Then she began casting a variety of healing charms, before digging into her bag for the potions. When she was done with Harry, everyone could see an unsightly bandage across his nose.
"What's that for?" asked Ron.
"That is one place where Muggles have had an advantage over us, figuring out that the nose has to be held still while healing, in order to keep it straight. Why do you think Albus' nose is so crooked? Now, since I've finished with Harry, why don't I have a look at his aunt."
At first Petunia wouldn't let Madam Pomfrey come near, but both Molly and Dudley encouraged her, letting her know that it would be all right. They decided to take her down the hall to one of the spare rooms, as Petunia didn't want to go back to her room while unsure of the whereabouts of Vernon.
Downstairs, Ickus had moved Vernon into the Dursleys' sitting room before enervating him. Vernon came to, still very angry, but was frightened by the furious-looking house-elf standing in front of him.
"You will leave this house," Ickus stated.
"No, that boy owes me money!" Vernon yelled.
"No! You lost your chance of having any type of help from Harry, the second you raised your hand to him," said a new voice.
Vernon turned to see three angry wizards standing just inside his room. Molly had used Harry's palm owl to send a note to Dumbledore, Remus, and Arthur, all of whom had responded immediately. Dumbledore's eyes were now flashing, instead of their usual twinkle.
Vernon opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to speak, but nothing came out, leaving him gaping like a fish.
"Ickus, would you please pack up Mr. Dursley's personal items?" Arthur asked the elf.
"You have two choices here," said Dumbledore. "One, you take your things and leave this house, never to return, and never have any sort of contact with Harry again. Or, two, we will inform the Ministry of your doings and you will be sent to prison. Our prison."
He emphasised the last part mainly to scare him. All three men knew there was little that the Ministry would do with a Muggle, other than erase his memory or - in the worst case - set him up for the Muggle police, which they never liked to do.
"What about my family?" Vernon finally choked out.
"Your wife and son will stay here. You may leave them a note, but it will be up to them whether or not they wish to see you again."
With a pop, Ickus returned with a few suitcases. "Ickus has everything packed," the elf said sombrely.
"What, three measly suitcases?" Vernon bellowed.
"You're lucky you get that," Remus said, pointing his wand at the obese man.
"You forget you're playing in our world. I don't think I ever mentioned that I am a werewolf, and guess what?"
He grinned evilly at Vernon and growled fiercely. "Tomorrow is a full moon."
They all watched as Vernon went pale.
With that, the three wizards ushered Vernon to the side door, making him carry his own bags. He left the house running, threw his bags in the car and started the engine. He started towards the gate which remained closed in front of him, so he pressed the button on his dash.
A voice came from nowhere, just like when he first arrived. "This car will pass through these gates, but for the last time." With a pop, the button disappeared, and then the gate opened and let him through.
After Madame Pomfrey examined Petunia, she gave her a potion for the pain, another for the bruising, and a third for dreamless sleep. Petunia had been in too much of a daze to argue. Winky appeared, just as Pomfrey was leaving, to keep watch over her.
Madame Pomfrey told Dudley on her way out that his mother would be fine, and no real damage was done. She told him he could see her, but shouldn't stay too long.
The three wizards went up to Harry's room to check on him, and to talk with Molly. They entered Harry's room to a very sombre looking group. Harry was awake, but only just. Molly shooed the others away, telling them they could see Harry tomorrow. Madame Pomfrey had also returned to the room. The three wizards gathered around the bed.
"Hello Harry," Remus started.
"Hi." Harry returned. He was feeling very embarrassed by the whole ordeal.
"What are you all doing here?"
"Molly called us about the problem with your uncle," Remus answered.
"Oh." Harry muttered, looking down at the sheets.
"It's okay Harry, he's gone and he's not coming back. He's never going to hurt you again," Remus explained.
"What about Aunt Petunia? Is she okay?"
"She'll be fine," answered Madame Pomfrey.
"Well, if Uncle Vernon is gone, what will happen with Aunt Petunia, and Dudley?"
"We'll talk to her in the morning," said Dumbledore.
"Hopefully, with what happened, she'll see the sense in staying here. Hitting a woman, I didn't think even he was that low," Molly huffed. Everyone said their goodnights, and Madame Pomfrey shooed them out, saying Harry needed his rest. Madame Pomfrey told Harry to rest the next day, but that his previous injuries had healed nicely.
"How long do I have to leave this thing on my nose?" Harry asked. It felt very uncomfortable, and also made him very self-conscious.
"I think the morning..." she started, and saw the look of relief begin on Harry's face. "...after tomorrow." Immediately his shoulders fell.
***
The next morning, when Harry awoke, he saw his aunt sitting in the chair next to his bed. She was looking down at her folded hands in her lap, in deep thought.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked, making her jump slightly.
"Oh, Harry." She looked over at him, and he could see the bruising around her eye. "I didn't know you were awake."
"Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine, I think." She gave Harry a weak smile. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled back at her.
"They made him leave," she stated, with tears beginning to roll down her cheek.
"I'm sorry." Harry was not sorry for the fact that Vernon was gone, but because his Aunt was sad about it.
"Well, Harry, I'm not... but I'm scared Harry. I've never been on my own before. We got married right after I left school."
"You're not alone Aunt Petunia. You have Dudley and, um... well, you have me," Harry said slowly.
Petunia looked up at him. "Do you mean that, Harry? I wasn't sure you'd want us to stay."
Harry had always wished for family, and this was his mother's sister - maybe with Vernon gone they could be close. She had been more pleasant lately. Harry's voice shook as he replied.
"Yes, I want you to stay. I want us to be a real family."
Petunia moved from her chair to sit on the bed. She wasn't a real touchy person, so she simply put her hand on top of Harry's.
"Thank you so much Harry. I would like that."
Harry smiled. He had learned a lot about family by watching the Weasleys, so he decided to try and give his aunt a hug. Enjoying the feeling, Petunia hugged back, and ended up sobbing into his shoulder for a couple of minutes. They broke apart when a pop sounded. Dobby had arrived with Harry's breakfast.
*** Harry was just finishing breakfast when Ron, Hermione, and Ginny came in. Harry would have been embarrassed at the fact they all knew how he ended up this way, but Ron took control and lightened the mood.
"Hey, mate, how's the nose?"
Harry smiled ruefully. "It's a little sore, but I'll manage. Thanks."
"The twins told me to give you this," said Ron, handing an envelope to Harry.
"It's a get well card."
Harry nervously opened it, waiting for it to explode. It did give a little pop with a spray of confetti, before bursting into song.
We hope you get well,
because you're so swell.
You gave us all such a fright.
His eyes are so green,
Like a grass flavoured bean,
And his hair is as black as the night.
No more time in the pool.
Or you'll turn into a mule.
Our sister isn't that sort.
We need you to win,
When it's time to begin.
You'll stomp old Vol-dee-mort.
"Oh, that was bad," said Hermione, holding her nose. Harry and Ginny just blushed.
"At least they took credit for that one," said Ginny. Harry blinked. "What? You mean you never sent that Valentine in your first year?"
"Nope," she answered. "Only the card I brought you myself, in the infirmary. My brothers have always been experts at embarrassing people."
'I wonder how the twins found out about the pool,' Harry thought. 'Well, they are always buttering up to Dobby. What did they say once about elves? You have to keep them happy - you never know when you'll need something.'
Harry looked up, to find he'd missed the beginning of Ron and Hermione bickering about something.
"Oh Ron, give it up. They were just joking," Hermione told Ron. Harry was hoping they weren't still talking about the card, but luckily Molly came in.
"Harry dear, how are you feeling today?"
"Better, thanks. So when can I get up?"
"Poppy said she'd come to check on you tomorrow morning. So you stay there until she says so. Dudley thought you might like a T.B. in here, so you wouldn't get bored."
"Yeah, a T.V.," he corrected, "would be great."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Ginny, you got a letter." She handed an envelope to Ginny.
"Thanks, mum."
Molly stopped before heading out the door. "I suppose I should show you all this." She held up the Daily Prophet. "You'd find out eventually, anyway."
The front headline of the paper read:
Azkaban at unrest.
Hermione took the paper from Molly and read the article aloud. Since the breakout of several known Death Eaters, the prison's guards, the Dementors, have been leaving the island one by one. It is the speculation of ministry officials that they are joining the forces of You-Know-Who. The whereabouts of the missing Dementors are unknown, although a few cases of non-responsive Muggles have been reported. Ministry guards have been placed at Azkaban to prevent any more Dementors from leaving. The captured Death Eaters from June's Ministry attack were taken to a different facility, and not to Azkaban. Everyone is warned to keep in groups, with witches or wizards who know the proper defences for dementors. Do not allow your children out unsupervised. Report any sightings directly to the Ministry.
They all sat there in shock for a moment, before Ron found his voice. "At least we know how to fight the Dementors, thanks to the D.A."
"Pushing them away with the Patronus charm is only going to work for so long Ron," Hermione huffed.
"There has got to be a way to kill them," said Harry.
"Well, maybe there is," said Ginny.
"Ginny, wouldn't someone have found it by now?" asked Ron.
"Well then, what good is being a Marauder and having more power, if we can't do something?" Ginny huffed and left the room.
"She's right, you know. The prophecy said we would gain the powers of four - and I've been researching," said Hermione.
"Imagine that," interrupted Ron. Hermione glared at him.
"I've been researching, because I realised that we had matched up with the four directions, and then also with the four elements. The prophecy said only one group would do so. With the help of Dobby, I made Marauder medallions for the rest of us. I started wearing mine yesterday, and look."
She pulled her necklace out of her shirt to show the boys. "How did you get that stone on there?" asked Ron.
"I didn't. It just appeared there."
There was a clear stone in the right point of the diamond. Harry tugged his out of his shirt to see if his was still the same. To his surprise there was a green stone in the top point of the diamond. Hermione handed Ron one of the other necklaces she had made.
"Here, put this on, Ron."
Ron took it and placed it around his neck. After a few moments, a blue stone appeared in the left point. "What does this mean?" he asked.
"The colours represent each element. Clear is air, earth is green, and blue is water. I assume that when Ginny puts this one on, there will be a red stone on it representing fire. They also appeared in the positions we represent in the Marauder diamond, which also is north, south, east, and west. We are the group with both traits," Hermione finished with a sigh.
"I don't understand. How do the elements help us?" Harry asked.
"Well, that's kind of tough. The elements are a part of all of us. We are just showing to be more of one, and that's where we will show our strength. It's just a part of us." Hermione said.
"Well, that's helpful," said Ron sarcastically. "I thought air represented intelligence."
Hermione stuck out her tongue at him. "Well then, I'm just going up to the library."
*** When Ginny left, she went to her room to read her letter. She was surprised to see that it was from Dean. She opened it and began to read. Dear Ginny, How are you doing? I've really missed you. I know you said you just wanted to be friends, and I will, if that's what you want. I do hope that it doesn't have anything to do with Potter, because I saw Cho go to his room the night of his birthday, before I talked to you. He doesn't deserve someone as wonderful as you.
Love, Dean
Ginny crumpled the paper. How could that be true? Harry wouldn't do that, would he? Her heart screamed to trust Harry, but her head, which was full of insecurities, told her it could be true. Why would someone like Harry, really like her anyway? She was just convenient. Harry never actually asked her out or anything.
A.N. I know it's not as violent as a lot of people would have liked towards Vernon. I guess I Think civilized people deal with things in a civil manner. (Ok I also think Its more fun to scare people to death or make them nervous by wondering what's going to happen to them.) Will we ever hear from Vernon Dursley again? Have I made everyone go mad in the wait? Next one will be sooner if all goes as planned. If anyone has noticed my schedule doesn't coincide with Harry being born in 1980. I am also leaving it that way The only source (I've been told is that the dates come from the back of a DVD for the S.S.) I cant ever seem to find and year dates in any of the books. Only months. I read some interviews with JkR and when asked the question of say Hermione's birthday she never said the year. I feel its better not to have a year, because if its those strict of guidelines your really dating the book, instead of making it timeless. Its just at the time S.S. was written he was 11. 10 years from now you read the book and Harry is 11 not just well back in 1991 he would have been 11. and besides if were on that timeline book 7 would have already been finished. Warnerbros made the timeline. Ok I'm done spouting off. I want to thank everyone who reviewed.
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What Happens Next
Chapter 22: The Last Straw
Once again, Madame Pomfrey rushed herself to the Potter house, following a very anxious house-elf and muttering under her breath.
"What did he do to himself this time? Oh that boy ... for the life of me..."
She came to the doorway of Harry's room and stopped cold. Looking about the room, she could see Harry being held tightly by Molly, while her youngest two and Hermione sat in silence. In a corner sat Harry's cousin, holding his mother in a similar fashion. Something was not right.
Madame Pomfrey walked to the bed first, and placed a hand on Molly's shoulder to let her know she was there. Molly looked up at her with tear- filled eyes.
"He's asleep," she said, lowering Harry's head back to his pillow.
There was blood on the front of Molly's dress and on Harry's face, which had run down onto his shirt. The bleeding had stopped after Molly had placed a clotting spell on Harry's obviously broken nose.
Madame Pomfrey gave a small gasp as she saw his face. She could easily tell by the marking that it was done by a large hand. One side was swelled up with the eye shut tight, and due to the broken nose the other eye was beginning to darken as well.
The mediwitch made quick work of cleaning him up. Then she began casting a variety of healing charms, before digging into her bag for the potions. When she was done with Harry, everyone could see an unsightly bandage across his nose.
"What's that for?" asked Ron.
"That is one place where Muggles have had an advantage over us, figuring out that the nose has to be held still while healing, in order to keep it straight. Why do you think Albus' nose is so crooked? Now, since I've finished with Harry, why don't I have a look at his aunt."
At first Petunia wouldn't let Madam Pomfrey come near, but both Molly and Dudley encouraged her, letting her know that it would be all right. They decided to take her down the hall to one of the spare rooms, as Petunia didn't want to go back to her room while unsure of the whereabouts of Vernon.
Downstairs, Ickus had moved Vernon into the Dursleys' sitting room before enervating him. Vernon came to, still very angry, but was frightened by the furious-looking house-elf standing in front of him.
"You will leave this house," Ickus stated.
"No, that boy owes me money!" Vernon yelled.
"No! You lost your chance of having any type of help from Harry, the second you raised your hand to him," said a new voice.
Vernon turned to see three angry wizards standing just inside his room. Molly had used Harry's palm owl to send a note to Dumbledore, Remus, and Arthur, all of whom had responded immediately. Dumbledore's eyes were now flashing, instead of their usual twinkle.
Vernon opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, trying to speak, but nothing came out, leaving him gaping like a fish.
"Ickus, would you please pack up Mr. Dursley's personal items?" Arthur asked the elf.
"You have two choices here," said Dumbledore. "One, you take your things and leave this house, never to return, and never have any sort of contact with Harry again. Or, two, we will inform the Ministry of your doings and you will be sent to prison. Our prison."
He emphasised the last part mainly to scare him. All three men knew there was little that the Ministry would do with a Muggle, other than erase his memory or - in the worst case - set him up for the Muggle police, which they never liked to do.
"What about my family?" Vernon finally choked out.
"Your wife and son will stay here. You may leave them a note, but it will be up to them whether or not they wish to see you again."
With a pop, Ickus returned with a few suitcases. "Ickus has everything packed," the elf said sombrely.
"What, three measly suitcases?" Vernon bellowed.
"You're lucky you get that," Remus said, pointing his wand at the obese man.
"You forget you're playing in our world. I don't think I ever mentioned that I am a werewolf, and guess what?"
He grinned evilly at Vernon and growled fiercely. "Tomorrow is a full moon."
They all watched as Vernon went pale.
With that, the three wizards ushered Vernon to the side door, making him carry his own bags. He left the house running, threw his bags in the car and started the engine. He started towards the gate which remained closed in front of him, so he pressed the button on his dash.
A voice came from nowhere, just like when he first arrived. "This car will pass through these gates, but for the last time." With a pop, the button disappeared, and then the gate opened and let him through.
After Madame Pomfrey examined Petunia, she gave her a potion for the pain, another for the bruising, and a third for dreamless sleep. Petunia had been in too much of a daze to argue. Winky appeared, just as Pomfrey was leaving, to keep watch over her.
Madame Pomfrey told Dudley on her way out that his mother would be fine, and no real damage was done. She told him he could see her, but shouldn't stay too long.
The three wizards went up to Harry's room to check on him, and to talk with Molly. They entered Harry's room to a very sombre looking group. Harry was awake, but only just. Molly shooed the others away, telling them they could see Harry tomorrow. Madame Pomfrey had also returned to the room. The three wizards gathered around the bed.
"Hello Harry," Remus started.
"Hi." Harry returned. He was feeling very embarrassed by the whole ordeal.
"What are you all doing here?"
"Molly called us about the problem with your uncle," Remus answered.
"Oh." Harry muttered, looking down at the sheets.
"It's okay Harry, he's gone and he's not coming back. He's never going to hurt you again," Remus explained.
"What about Aunt Petunia? Is she okay?"
"She'll be fine," answered Madame Pomfrey.
"Well, if Uncle Vernon is gone, what will happen with Aunt Petunia, and Dudley?"
"We'll talk to her in the morning," said Dumbledore.
"Hopefully, with what happened, she'll see the sense in staying here. Hitting a woman, I didn't think even he was that low," Molly huffed. Everyone said their goodnights, and Madame Pomfrey shooed them out, saying Harry needed his rest. Madame Pomfrey told Harry to rest the next day, but that his previous injuries had healed nicely.
"How long do I have to leave this thing on my nose?" Harry asked. It felt very uncomfortable, and also made him very self-conscious.
"I think the morning..." she started, and saw the look of relief begin on Harry's face. "...after tomorrow." Immediately his shoulders fell.
***
The next morning, when Harry awoke, he saw his aunt sitting in the chair next to his bed. She was looking down at her folded hands in her lap, in deep thought.
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked, making her jump slightly.
"Oh, Harry." She looked over at him, and he could see the bruising around her eye. "I didn't know you were awake."
"Are you okay?"
"I'll be fine, I think." She gave Harry a weak smile. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Harry smiled back at her.
"They made him leave," she stated, with tears beginning to roll down her cheek.
"I'm sorry." Harry was not sorry for the fact that Vernon was gone, but because his Aunt was sad about it.
"Well, Harry, I'm not... but I'm scared Harry. I've never been on my own before. We got married right after I left school."
"You're not alone Aunt Petunia. You have Dudley and, um... well, you have me," Harry said slowly.
Petunia looked up at him. "Do you mean that, Harry? I wasn't sure you'd want us to stay."
Harry had always wished for family, and this was his mother's sister - maybe with Vernon gone they could be close. She had been more pleasant lately. Harry's voice shook as he replied.
"Yes, I want you to stay. I want us to be a real family."
Petunia moved from her chair to sit on the bed. She wasn't a real touchy person, so she simply put her hand on top of Harry's.
"Thank you so much Harry. I would like that."
Harry smiled. He had learned a lot about family by watching the Weasleys, so he decided to try and give his aunt a hug. Enjoying the feeling, Petunia hugged back, and ended up sobbing into his shoulder for a couple of minutes. They broke apart when a pop sounded. Dobby had arrived with Harry's breakfast.
*** Harry was just finishing breakfast when Ron, Hermione, and Ginny came in. Harry would have been embarrassed at the fact they all knew how he ended up this way, but Ron took control and lightened the mood.
"Hey, mate, how's the nose?"
Harry smiled ruefully. "It's a little sore, but I'll manage. Thanks."
"The twins told me to give you this," said Ron, handing an envelope to Harry.
"It's a get well card."
Harry nervously opened it, waiting for it to explode. It did give a little pop with a spray of confetti, before bursting into song.
We hope you get well,
because you're so swell.
You gave us all such a fright.
His eyes are so green,
Like a grass flavoured bean,
And his hair is as black as the night.
No more time in the pool.
Or you'll turn into a mule.
Our sister isn't that sort.
We need you to win,
When it's time to begin.
You'll stomp old Vol-dee-mort.
"Oh, that was bad," said Hermione, holding her nose. Harry and Ginny just blushed.
"At least they took credit for that one," said Ginny. Harry blinked. "What? You mean you never sent that Valentine in your first year?"
"Nope," she answered. "Only the card I brought you myself, in the infirmary. My brothers have always been experts at embarrassing people."
'I wonder how the twins found out about the pool,' Harry thought. 'Well, they are always buttering up to Dobby. What did they say once about elves? You have to keep them happy - you never know when you'll need something.'
Harry looked up, to find he'd missed the beginning of Ron and Hermione bickering about something.
"Oh Ron, give it up. They were just joking," Hermione told Ron. Harry was hoping they weren't still talking about the card, but luckily Molly came in.
"Harry dear, how are you feeling today?"
"Better, thanks. So when can I get up?"
"Poppy said she'd come to check on you tomorrow morning. So you stay there until she says so. Dudley thought you might like a T.B. in here, so you wouldn't get bored."
"Yeah, a T.V.," he corrected, "would be great."
"Oh, I almost forgot. Ginny, you got a letter." She handed an envelope to Ginny.
"Thanks, mum."
Molly stopped before heading out the door. "I suppose I should show you all this." She held up the Daily Prophet. "You'd find out eventually, anyway."
The front headline of the paper read:
Azkaban at unrest.
Hermione took the paper from Molly and read the article aloud. Since the breakout of several known Death Eaters, the prison's guards, the Dementors, have been leaving the island one by one. It is the speculation of ministry officials that they are joining the forces of You-Know-Who. The whereabouts of the missing Dementors are unknown, although a few cases of non-responsive Muggles have been reported. Ministry guards have been placed at Azkaban to prevent any more Dementors from leaving. The captured Death Eaters from June's Ministry attack were taken to a different facility, and not to Azkaban. Everyone is warned to keep in groups, with witches or wizards who know the proper defences for dementors. Do not allow your children out unsupervised. Report any sightings directly to the Ministry.
They all sat there in shock for a moment, before Ron found his voice. "At least we know how to fight the Dementors, thanks to the D.A."
"Pushing them away with the Patronus charm is only going to work for so long Ron," Hermione huffed.
"There has got to be a way to kill them," said Harry.
"Well, maybe there is," said Ginny.
"Ginny, wouldn't someone have found it by now?" asked Ron.
"Well then, what good is being a Marauder and having more power, if we can't do something?" Ginny huffed and left the room.
"She's right, you know. The prophecy said we would gain the powers of four - and I've been researching," said Hermione.
"Imagine that," interrupted Ron. Hermione glared at him.
"I've been researching, because I realised that we had matched up with the four directions, and then also with the four elements. The prophecy said only one group would do so. With the help of Dobby, I made Marauder medallions for the rest of us. I started wearing mine yesterday, and look."
She pulled her necklace out of her shirt to show the boys. "How did you get that stone on there?" asked Ron.
"I didn't. It just appeared there."
There was a clear stone in the right point of the diamond. Harry tugged his out of his shirt to see if his was still the same. To his surprise there was a green stone in the top point of the diamond. Hermione handed Ron one of the other necklaces she had made.
"Here, put this on, Ron."
Ron took it and placed it around his neck. After a few moments, a blue stone appeared in the left point. "What does this mean?" he asked.
"The colours represent each element. Clear is air, earth is green, and blue is water. I assume that when Ginny puts this one on, there will be a red stone on it representing fire. They also appeared in the positions we represent in the Marauder diamond, which also is north, south, east, and west. We are the group with both traits," Hermione finished with a sigh.
"I don't understand. How do the elements help us?" Harry asked.
"Well, that's kind of tough. The elements are a part of all of us. We are just showing to be more of one, and that's where we will show our strength. It's just a part of us." Hermione said.
"Well, that's helpful," said Ron sarcastically. "I thought air represented intelligence."
Hermione stuck out her tongue at him. "Well then, I'm just going up to the library."
*** When Ginny left, she went to her room to read her letter. She was surprised to see that it was from Dean. She opened it and began to read. Dear Ginny, How are you doing? I've really missed you. I know you said you just wanted to be friends, and I will, if that's what you want. I do hope that it doesn't have anything to do with Potter, because I saw Cho go to his room the night of his birthday, before I talked to you. He doesn't deserve someone as wonderful as you.
Love, Dean
Ginny crumpled the paper. How could that be true? Harry wouldn't do that, would he? Her heart screamed to trust Harry, but her head, which was full of insecurities, told her it could be true. Why would someone like Harry, really like her anyway? She was just convenient. Harry never actually asked her out or anything.
A.N. I know it's not as violent as a lot of people would have liked towards Vernon. I guess I Think civilized people deal with things in a civil manner. (Ok I also think Its more fun to scare people to death or make them nervous by wondering what's going to happen to them.) Will we ever hear from Vernon Dursley again? Have I made everyone go mad in the wait? Next one will be sooner if all goes as planned. If anyone has noticed my schedule doesn't coincide with Harry being born in 1980. I am also leaving it that way The only source (I've been told is that the dates come from the back of a DVD for the S.S.) I cant ever seem to find and year dates in any of the books. Only months. I read some interviews with JkR and when asked the question of say Hermione's birthday she never said the year. I feel its better not to have a year, because if its those strict of guidelines your really dating the book, instead of making it timeless. Its just at the time S.S. was written he was 11. 10 years from now you read the book and Harry is 11 not just well back in 1991 he would have been 11. and besides if were on that timeline book 7 would have already been finished. Warnerbros made the timeline. Ok I'm done spouting off. I want to thank everyone who reviewed.
Individual response:
Jeangab057: Yep your right
TuxedoMac: Thankyou Thankyou Thankyou Hey and when you remember what that other thing is that your always here for let me know. I was just thinking that the other thing was, You're here to make me feel better with your shinning words of praise and understanding. It always bightens my day to here from you. (Hows that for sucking up?) He He
Froggyy1: Love the name. (Its not easy being green) Sorry if you didn't catch my reference to Kermit the frog. Any way Thanks and I am glad your enjoying.
Koalacancan: Thanks.
David305: Thanks again for pointing out that there were mistakes. Feel free to do that cause I want to know, but you can leave out the definitions cause I do know them. There just typos. The whole insurance thing. No around here its paid monthly at the same time you pay car insurance, they put ours together. I don't know how they do it over in Britain, but I also didn't say when Vernon let the coverage lapse. Anyway No coverage, blown up house, Whoops there it goes.
Angelis1: sorry
Lumosgirl03: Thanks bunches:
Juniper: I am so glad you said that. (Yavonna Han jumps for joy) I don't believe in changing a persons sexuality he was written as strait and he will remain that way in my heart. Thanks for letting me know I forgot those two classes I got that fixed thanks.
Natbag: Thanks for your opinions I am so glad they are the right ones, as they coinside with mine. He He. Oh the whole Vernon thing heres a hint just for you. Yavonna whispers, Vernon will probably get what he deserves.
Jennifer: sorry about the wait there was technical difficulties. And Thanks
Malexandria: All tell you its something I have thought of.
Miss-Aurelia: Hey got you e-mail thanks. Its all ok, I see you do understand. Have you gotten moody and given some one else a piece?
Athenakitty: You can do what you want. Can I ask you a question? Are you really wanting someone to answer your questions? Are you not understanding things?