(NOTE: again, apologies for the lateness and shortness. But ive been having
loads of ideas for future chapters, and ive been scribbling them all down
and neglected to do this...I will update the chapter, tomorow, and maybe
add ch18 after that....and dont forget to review....*kiss kiss*)
The next morning, after Lana had finished her diary...she had written so much about Sirius in those first 5 weeks, and about her mother, and her thoughts and perceptions about things, that she had filled her diary (which was really just a nice notebook) quickly.
Lana quickly dressed in white adidas trousers and a white sports belly top, wanting to conjure a punch bag after breakfast and kick the hell out of it. She walked in and Ron goggled at what Lana was wearing, although it was just sporty stuff. Mrs.Weasley slammed down a plate of bacon in front of Rons blushing face as he caught his mothers glare.
"How are you dear?" Mrs Weasley asked Lana, not looking at her, as she flicked her wand and bread piled itself up on the table.
"Im....okay I guess." Lana said, with a small smile, standing up and bending over the table to get some of the bread. Fred and George walked into the kitchen from the side door and stopped dead. Fred pointed at Ron, then to Lana, and pulled a face that indicataed "woo....whos this?!?". Fred made a rude motion behind Lana, and stopped when George grabbed him because Mrs Weasley was about to turn around. Lana straightened up and almost tripped over Fred because he was that close. Fred grabbed her on the waist.
"Careful there little lady, you could hurt yourself!" Fred said, grinning at her.
Lana furrowed her brow and shoved Freds hands off her waist. "Um, sure.....Hey.."
George came around the corner and grinned broadly at Lana and winked.
Lana looked from one to the other and blinked. "Am I stoned?" she asked, looking at Ron.
Ron frowned, not knowing what 'stoned' meant.
Lana rolled her eyes. "Never mind..." she looked from Fred to George and said "Hey. Im Lana..."
"Fred"
"George"
They said simultaneously and then sat down opposite Lana and Ron. Lana shoved some bacon on her bread and went outside to eat, feeling the warm early morning June sun on her bare stomach.
She walked into a far corner of the Weasleys garden, and conjured a punchbag. She pulled the white elastic band from around her wrist and bent over, scraping her hair back into a high ponytail. Lana flipped back up, pulled some material from her pocket and tied it around her knuckles. She took a deep breath and began pummeling the bag...
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At around 10 that morning, when Lana had been on the garden with the punchbag for around an hour, Mad-Eye and Tonks came walking up the garden. Lana made the punchbag disappear and walked over, recongising Mad Eye from years before, when he was in the Order.
Mad Eyes magical eye swung to the back of his head as Lana walked behind them, Tonks already in the house. Through this eye, Lana looked like someone who was wearing an invisibility cloak, kind of transparent, shimmery. Lana caught up to him.
"Mad-Eye?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Yes" he said gruffly, wondering why she looked like that, when he knew she didnt have an invisibility cloak because he could see her with his normal eye.
"You look good...." she said, meaning it. He hadnt changed much, to say he had spent a year shoved in a casket.
Mad Eye just looked at her and pushed the door open, walking inside.
Mrs Weasley was ushering Fred and George away from the door as Mad Eye and Lana walked in. Tonks' hair was blue and purple, and spiky. She gestured towards the door at the 18 year old. Lana raises an eyebrow.
"Who is this, and why is her hair that colour?" Lana asked, pointing at Tonks and looking at Mrs Weasley.
"This is Tonks." Molly said, looking worriedly at the sweaty and red Lana, who wiped at her forehead.
"I think you should go out there with the rest of them" Tonks said, pointing from Lana to the door.
"And why would I do that?" Lana asked.
"Because youre not part of the Order." Tonks said simply.
Lana laughed. "Really?"
Tonks looked at Mad Eye.
Mad Eye and Mrs Weasley looked at Lana, who was looking straight at Tonks.
"And I wouldnt exactly call news about Harry top secret, members-only news, would you, Mad Eye?" Lana asked innocently.
Tonks frowned deeply at Lana. "I never mentioned Harry."
Lana frowned too. "You sure?" Tonks nodded. "Oh well....anyway...what about my godson?" she asked.
Tonks looked shocked and Mrs Weasley tutted loudly.
"Im Lana..Im a lot older than I look Tonks"
Tonks shut the door slowly, not taking her eyes from Lana.
"Mad eye - " Tonks began, but then knew better than to question people who were in the first Order.
Lana grabbed a towel from her bag and wiped her face, which had sweat and tears on it, and began wiping at the rest of her body as Tonks explained that Harry had saw her.
"Well hes not stupid Tonks, hes bound to see you..." Lana said, and then fell quiet.
"Harry was sat on that park, and I was in the guise of a child, I sneezed, and, well, I went back to how I usually am. Harry looked up and - " Tonks began explaining.
"If I wanted your life story I would have asked." Lana said sharply. "Just get to the point - what does Harry want?"
"Lana! Dont be so rude!" Mrs Weasley said, thinking 'just like Sirius...rush rush rush'
"Im sorry...No wait, I dont take that back. Harrys my main priority, now that Sirius isnt here to look after him, and - " Lana stopped, Mrs Weasley had made a noise with her throat.
"Youre not going to tell him that youre his Godmother are you? Which is something I didnt even know." Molly pointed out.
"Molly, I thought you would have been able to figure that out for yourself" Moody said gruffly.
Mrs Weasley looked highly affronted, but fell quiet as Tonks said in a quiet voice
"He wants to know where his parents are buried. And he wants to go back to Sirius' house."
Lana dropped the towel and Mrs Weasley gasped.
"He actually said that?" Lana asked, looking at Tonks.
"Exactly that"
"Well...." Lana said, picking up her towel and leaning against the wall.
Moody spoke up. "What do you want to do?" His magical eye was still on Lana, and followed her movements as she leaned off the wall and paced the room. He didnt say much; he was trying to figure out Lana. She had never looked like this to his magical eye before. True, he had always thought there was something different about her, but still...
Lana shook her head, thinking.
Mrs Weasley looked worried. "Oh the poor dear...Harry cant know. He musnt know. Its too terrible."
Tonks looked from Moody to Lana, trying to figure something out, and coming up blank.
"Hes too delicate, yada yada yada" Lana said sarcastically.
"Hes not you, Lana, he cant cope with something like this." Mrs Weasley said.
Lana snorted. "Hes almost 16, Mrs Weasley, and do you think I was old enough to handle what I saw?" she asked, her temper rising.
Mrs Weasley frowned. "What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
Lana looked from Molly to Moody, who shook his head slightly at Lana.
Lana cleared her throat. "Never mind...you dont need to know. But..." she stopped, thinking, chewing her bottom lip. In her mind, she was having the typical 18 year old reaction, yet at the same time, she wasnt 18, not even when she WAS 18, she was always more mature... and after she had learned what had happened in the past 15 years, Lana had grown up even more. Yet sometimes she still had the odd teenage reaction.
"I want you to go back to Privet Drive" Moody said, and Lana could tell this was an order, not a suggestion.
"Yeah...I was thinking of that. Harry will be much safer with me around." Lana agreed.
"No, I didnt mean that" Moody continued. "I know that Dumbledore said youre not to talk to Harry, but in my opinion," Moody fixed his eyes on Lana, getting something across "I think you should talk to him."
"I dont think thats a good idea Moody, if Dumbledore has said not to." Molly said.
"Well I didnt ask for your approval Mrs Weasley." Lana said icily, still looking at Moody, getting it across that she was planning on it anyway.
Moody muttered something and Lanas things packed into her black bag.
The next morning, after Lana had finished her diary...she had written so much about Sirius in those first 5 weeks, and about her mother, and her thoughts and perceptions about things, that she had filled her diary (which was really just a nice notebook) quickly.
Lana quickly dressed in white adidas trousers and a white sports belly top, wanting to conjure a punch bag after breakfast and kick the hell out of it. She walked in and Ron goggled at what Lana was wearing, although it was just sporty stuff. Mrs.Weasley slammed down a plate of bacon in front of Rons blushing face as he caught his mothers glare.
"How are you dear?" Mrs Weasley asked Lana, not looking at her, as she flicked her wand and bread piled itself up on the table.
"Im....okay I guess." Lana said, with a small smile, standing up and bending over the table to get some of the bread. Fred and George walked into the kitchen from the side door and stopped dead. Fred pointed at Ron, then to Lana, and pulled a face that indicataed "woo....whos this?!?". Fred made a rude motion behind Lana, and stopped when George grabbed him because Mrs Weasley was about to turn around. Lana straightened up and almost tripped over Fred because he was that close. Fred grabbed her on the waist.
"Careful there little lady, you could hurt yourself!" Fred said, grinning at her.
Lana furrowed her brow and shoved Freds hands off her waist. "Um, sure.....Hey.."
George came around the corner and grinned broadly at Lana and winked.
Lana looked from one to the other and blinked. "Am I stoned?" she asked, looking at Ron.
Ron frowned, not knowing what 'stoned' meant.
Lana rolled her eyes. "Never mind..." she looked from Fred to George and said "Hey. Im Lana..."
"Fred"
"George"
They said simultaneously and then sat down opposite Lana and Ron. Lana shoved some bacon on her bread and went outside to eat, feeling the warm early morning June sun on her bare stomach.
She walked into a far corner of the Weasleys garden, and conjured a punchbag. She pulled the white elastic band from around her wrist and bent over, scraping her hair back into a high ponytail. Lana flipped back up, pulled some material from her pocket and tied it around her knuckles. She took a deep breath and began pummeling the bag...
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At around 10 that morning, when Lana had been on the garden with the punchbag for around an hour, Mad-Eye and Tonks came walking up the garden. Lana made the punchbag disappear and walked over, recongising Mad Eye from years before, when he was in the Order.
Mad Eyes magical eye swung to the back of his head as Lana walked behind them, Tonks already in the house. Through this eye, Lana looked like someone who was wearing an invisibility cloak, kind of transparent, shimmery. Lana caught up to him.
"Mad-Eye?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Yes" he said gruffly, wondering why she looked like that, when he knew she didnt have an invisibility cloak because he could see her with his normal eye.
"You look good...." she said, meaning it. He hadnt changed much, to say he had spent a year shoved in a casket.
Mad Eye just looked at her and pushed the door open, walking inside.
Mrs Weasley was ushering Fred and George away from the door as Mad Eye and Lana walked in. Tonks' hair was blue and purple, and spiky. She gestured towards the door at the 18 year old. Lana raises an eyebrow.
"Who is this, and why is her hair that colour?" Lana asked, pointing at Tonks and looking at Mrs Weasley.
"This is Tonks." Molly said, looking worriedly at the sweaty and red Lana, who wiped at her forehead.
"I think you should go out there with the rest of them" Tonks said, pointing from Lana to the door.
"And why would I do that?" Lana asked.
"Because youre not part of the Order." Tonks said simply.
Lana laughed. "Really?"
Tonks looked at Mad Eye.
Mad Eye and Mrs Weasley looked at Lana, who was looking straight at Tonks.
"And I wouldnt exactly call news about Harry top secret, members-only news, would you, Mad Eye?" Lana asked innocently.
Tonks frowned deeply at Lana. "I never mentioned Harry."
Lana frowned too. "You sure?" Tonks nodded. "Oh well....anyway...what about my godson?" she asked.
Tonks looked shocked and Mrs Weasley tutted loudly.
"Im Lana..Im a lot older than I look Tonks"
Tonks shut the door slowly, not taking her eyes from Lana.
"Mad eye - " Tonks began, but then knew better than to question people who were in the first Order.
Lana grabbed a towel from her bag and wiped her face, which had sweat and tears on it, and began wiping at the rest of her body as Tonks explained that Harry had saw her.
"Well hes not stupid Tonks, hes bound to see you..." Lana said, and then fell quiet.
"Harry was sat on that park, and I was in the guise of a child, I sneezed, and, well, I went back to how I usually am. Harry looked up and - " Tonks began explaining.
"If I wanted your life story I would have asked." Lana said sharply. "Just get to the point - what does Harry want?"
"Lana! Dont be so rude!" Mrs Weasley said, thinking 'just like Sirius...rush rush rush'
"Im sorry...No wait, I dont take that back. Harrys my main priority, now that Sirius isnt here to look after him, and - " Lana stopped, Mrs Weasley had made a noise with her throat.
"Youre not going to tell him that youre his Godmother are you? Which is something I didnt even know." Molly pointed out.
"Molly, I thought you would have been able to figure that out for yourself" Moody said gruffly.
Mrs Weasley looked highly affronted, but fell quiet as Tonks said in a quiet voice
"He wants to know where his parents are buried. And he wants to go back to Sirius' house."
Lana dropped the towel and Mrs Weasley gasped.
"He actually said that?" Lana asked, looking at Tonks.
"Exactly that"
"Well...." Lana said, picking up her towel and leaning against the wall.
Moody spoke up. "What do you want to do?" His magical eye was still on Lana, and followed her movements as she leaned off the wall and paced the room. He didnt say much; he was trying to figure out Lana. She had never looked like this to his magical eye before. True, he had always thought there was something different about her, but still...
Lana shook her head, thinking.
Mrs Weasley looked worried. "Oh the poor dear...Harry cant know. He musnt know. Its too terrible."
Tonks looked from Moody to Lana, trying to figure something out, and coming up blank.
"Hes too delicate, yada yada yada" Lana said sarcastically.
"Hes not you, Lana, he cant cope with something like this." Mrs Weasley said.
Lana snorted. "Hes almost 16, Mrs Weasley, and do you think I was old enough to handle what I saw?" she asked, her temper rising.
Mrs Weasley frowned. "What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
Lana looked from Molly to Moody, who shook his head slightly at Lana.
Lana cleared her throat. "Never mind...you dont need to know. But..." she stopped, thinking, chewing her bottom lip. In her mind, she was having the typical 18 year old reaction, yet at the same time, she wasnt 18, not even when she WAS 18, she was always more mature... and after she had learned what had happened in the past 15 years, Lana had grown up even more. Yet sometimes she still had the odd teenage reaction.
"I want you to go back to Privet Drive" Moody said, and Lana could tell this was an order, not a suggestion.
"Yeah...I was thinking of that. Harry will be much safer with me around." Lana agreed.
"No, I didnt mean that" Moody continued. "I know that Dumbledore said youre not to talk to Harry, but in my opinion," Moody fixed his eyes on Lana, getting something across "I think you should talk to him."
"I dont think thats a good idea Moody, if Dumbledore has said not to." Molly said.
"Well I didnt ask for your approval Mrs Weasley." Lana said icily, still looking at Moody, getting it across that she was planning on it anyway.
Moody muttered something and Lanas things packed into her black bag.
