A/N: Okay, chapter 59 is fixed. Thanks to both those who pointed out my mistake or defended it : ) Now, as you can see, after you reread the end, there was a different turn in events.
Chapter 61:
The next week crawled by at a ridiculously slow pace. Harry was finally let out of the hospital Wing, only to see how dark things were becoming. Each day owls would arrive, bringing news of more deaths and more suffering, but, worst of all, more tears. The news of many students ending up in the Gringotts attack was kept quiet; no one but the DA found out. Lupin still had not visited, and Harry grew restless waiting for whatever good news there could possibly be, though he had a suspicion deep down. Harry was constantly waiting for the little ray of light to slip into the otherwise gloomy reality he was trapped inside.
Things were slowly but surely returning back to normal, only with a darker shadow. Harry knew that he absolutely couldn't allow Mango to be stolen, and he would go and see the dragon every few days. Hagrid was delighted at this, but he was always keeping back Order news.
A week after Dumbledore had his discussion, Harry woke up feeling refreshed and depressed at the same time, if that was possible. He couldn't tell if he wanted to scream- or go to sleep. Odd.
Harry decided to go to the Quidditch Pitch, which usually helped calm him a little. Ron was still snoring on the bed nearest Harry. Seamus and Dean had gotten up, and Neville was finishing getting dressed.
"Hey, Nev," yawned Harry.
"Oh, Harry!" said Neville brightly. "Guess what?"
"What?" asked Harry quickly.
"Tabby woke up!"
"She did?" asked Harry happily.
"Yeah- Lenore was there, and she told me in the Common Room this morning. Wonderful, really…"
"Yeah!" said Harry. "Is she all right?" he asked, concerned.
Neville nodded slowly. "Well, actually, she seems to be doing fine. Dreadfully tired, of course. But still, considering being under the Cruciatus for so long…. Odd," he finished sadly, "how it affects some so badly, but others can bounce back…" Harry suddenly felt a surge of pity for poor Neville. But Neville just abruptly excused himself and hurried out of the room. Harry wondered if Neville remembered that momentous night, when his parents had been condemned to a life worse than death.
He then changed hurriedly into his Quidditch robes and grabbed his Firebolt. On his way downstairs he bumped into Hermione, who looked rather upset about something, but she only gave Harry a fleeting glance before muttering something about the library and scurrying away.
"What is it, 'Mione?" asked Harry, but she was already outside the Portrait. He shrugged.
"Do you think she has Obsessive Compulsive disorder with studying?" suggested Tara Perkins, from beside Harry. Harry looked down at her and smiled.
"Did you hear Tabby woke up?" he asked her. Tara looked startled.
"Really? Oh, wow! I'm going to go see her!" she said excitedly. Harry chuckled and proceeded downstairs and made it to the Quidditch Pitch without any further interruption. However, when he reached the Pitch he saw something he hadn't bargained for. Evelyn and Remus were in what looked like an extremely intense match of Quidditch. Calista, from the ground was yelling at them, though Harry couldn't make out the words, and, though Evelyn was laughing, Remus said something to her and escorted her down. Suddenly he spotted Harry, right when Harry was turning to leave.
"Harry!" shouted Remus, sounding much happier than last time he'd seen him.
"Hi, Remus!" called Harry. "Evel- er, Professor O'Cafferey; Professor Wentworth!" Evelyn grinned and waved, and Calli motioned him over.
"Did you want to talk to me, Moony?" asked Harry, grinning, as he reached them, "Professor Dumbledore said that—" Lupin chuckled, Calli clapped her hands together, and Evelyn smiled.
"Actually, yes," said Evelyn. Suddenly something glinted in the sunlight, on Evelyn's finger. Harry grinned suddenly. He had been right.
"They're getting married!" squealed Calista.
"Calli!" said Lupin, "I was going to tell him… ah, well…" He grinned at Harry in a very boyish way, and he looked twenty years younger than he normally did.
"Congratulations!" smiled Harry, hugging Evelyn and wringing Lupin's hand. "When's the wedding?"
"Actually," said Remus, grinning, glancing at Evelyn, "Rather soon… you see, we were going to get married in a few years but that was before… well, we realized…" Harry looked at his old professor, at a Loss for words.
"We're pregnant!" chirped Evelyn. "Yes, yes, we're rather old, but not too old; we're not even forty yet…"
"You're having a baby?" asked Harry incredulously, a grin spreading over his face. Evelyn nodded, her blonde curls bouncing. Calista clapped her hands together. "Wow! Congratulations! When is it due?" he asked hurriedly.
"Sometime in September," said Evelyn happily, sighing. "It's a girl! My Moony and I are having a baby girl, and she's going to be named Holly Lyra Lupin, after dear Holly…. I always told her I'd name my first daughter after her…"
"And there's more," grinned Lupin. "We want you, Harry, if you want to, that is, to be her Godfather."
"What?" asked Harry, stunned.
"Will you, Harry?" pleaded Evelyn.
"Of course!" exclaimed Harry. He'd have a goddaughter… he would teach her how to play Quidditch, and how to sneak to the Hogwarts kitchens… Who would she look like? Evelyn or Lupin?
"Thanks, thanks so much, Harry!" exclaimed Evelyn, hugging him tightly. "You can tell some people, but don't spread it around, okay? Our wedding will be in April, over your Easter break. Harry nodded, grinning, and sped up towards the school. First he would go to the Hospital Wing to see Tabby and then to Ginny, or Ron, or Hermione, or Lenore… just someone he could share the news with!
He sped into the Hospital Wing after running up seven floors. "Careful, Mr. Potter!" said Madame Pomfrey as Harry hurried in.
"Sorry!" he said. He looked over at Tabby's bed. She was asleep. But it wasn't Tabby that caught his attention; rather, it was the girl next to Tabby.
"Cho?" he asked quietly. The girl looked up, her brown eyes sparkling. She was as beautiful as ever.
"Harry!" she exclaimed quietly.
Harry rushed over. "How are you, Cho? Where were you? I- was worried," he lied. In reality, he hadn't thought about her for months.
"Harry," whispered Cho, "I did it! I defeated Wizard's flu!"
"Well done, Cho!" exclaimed Harry, pulling up a chair next to her.
"I suppose," she sighed, "But I'll have to repeat a year…" Harry's heart sank. He didn't want her here another year…
"That's wonderful, Cho! How did you do it?"
"Harry, I- I thought I was going to die! I was so afraid! I'm so glad to be back… My father is the Ambassador from China here, for the Wizarding world, anyway… for a while I was in St. Mungo's, but then I was moved into the Embassy. Harry, I heard things!"
"What did you hear?" he asked urgently, but Madame Pomfrey inconveniently came over and told Harry to go away so her patients could rest.
"But, Madame Pomfrey, I-"
"Out, Potter; I can't make special exceptions right now; this room is full!"
"Please! I promise I'll—"
"Out, Potter!"
"But Madame Pomfrey-" said Harry; this was terribly unfair.
"OUT!" Harry scrambled out of the Hospital wing and walked aimlessly around the building, looking for someone he could talk to. The common room was empty, Ron was still asleep, Hermione was still studying, Draco was doing who-knew what, probably with Lenore who also wasn't accounted for. Ginny was doing homework and couldn't be bothered. Harry soon realized that everyone else was at Hogsmeade; he'd opted not to go, though, because he had Quidditch practice soon.
Finally, Harry settled on going to see Hagrid and Mango. Hagrid was in his hut, boiling tea, when Harry knocked on the door. It opened a moment later.
"Hi, Harry! How's things? Come in! Please, come in!" Harry smiled gratefully and took a seat at the table. Mango was in the corner of the room. She was getting big, and, luckily, she would be moved outside very soon.
"Hi, Mango," said Harry, grinning at the melon-colored dragon. Her tail was swishing excitedly; she was always happy when visitors came.
"So, 'Arry… did yeh talk to Remus lately?" asked Hagrid, his beard twitching.
"Yeah; isn't it wonderful news?" asked Harry. Hagrid smiled.
"And yeh'll be a godfather, Harry!" Harry grinned. "But… anyway, what've yeh been up to? How's everyone?"
"Pretty good," said Harry, "I suppose. But what has Voldemort been doing, Hagrid? Is he at all close to findng Mango?" Hagrid chuckled.
"Actually, he is getting' intelligence that the dragon is still in South America. Several Death Eaters are there now, actually… O'course, Order members been tailin' 'em, so they won't kill anyone overseas… But I can't tell yeh more than that, Harry. Yeh already know too much." Harry sighed resignedly.
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When harry arrived back at the common room, it was all back to normal- people scattered around, chatting amiably- but Hermione, Lenore, Ron, and Ginny were all whispering in hushed voices. Harry's stomach dipped. He walked over.
"What is it? Who? What's wrong?" he asked worriedly, his heart beating loudly.
Hermione looked up at Harry. "We know who the traitor is," she whispered, eyes wide.
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