The Wall, chapter 10, part two. And chapter11,
Author: Darkjedi
Rating: PG
Summery: An alternate universe fic. There. That's all I'm writing. All of you who say you suck at summaries can suck this. Sorry, I had to do it. Please don't be mad at me, I'm only joking!! I swear!! What are you doing? NO, Don't!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm lucky to have the rights to type this fic, so if you want to sue, I doubt you're going to get very far.
A/N: Ok, here you go. I fooled the schools computers this time. I kept changing disks!!! YAY ME!!! I'm sorry about the writing in this chapter, it's testing this week and it was review the week before, finals the week after this.........I feel like I just went through the entire fifth year in less than three weeks. I'm about to collapse! Oh, well. Once schools out, I'll have more time to write!! YAY YOU GUYS!!! YAY SUMMER BREAK!!!
The Wall, chapter 10
Harry sighed and rolled over in his four- poster bed. He could already hear the sounds of Ron and Dean crawling out of bed and was trying his hardest to postpone the moment when he would have to join them in their morning ritual. The sounds in his dreams kept rushing back to him, he had been having a very pleasant dream..........and then.........something had changed...........or had it? He couldn't remember, what ever his dream had been, it was lost to him now. It was probably about the day before, anyway.........Harry felt sick just thinking about it. Lupin, Dumbledore, Mcgonagall.........Who else had to know? This was his secret and he had a right to tell no one if he wanted to.........But no, that option was lost to him now.........Because Vernon was a self obsessed, revenge seeking jerk who didn't know when to quit.........And Cyrus......... what about Cyrus? Showing up and protecting Harry like that.........that was something new to Harry, and it was certainly not something he was complaining about, knowing someone was out there, protecting him. But it did leave lingering question.........WHY?.......... Harry was expecting to see him again, true; Cyrus had said that he would..........but under the circumstances.......... Harry felt his stomach flutter and he sighed, he would have to start keeping a notebook on potential "God father suspects", And at the moment, Cyrus was defiantly number one on his list
Now, all he had to do was some how manage to crawl out of his way to comfortable for it's own good bed and join his class mats at breakfast.........
"Good morning, Harry!! Ron!! You both look tired. Harry, when did you get to bed last night? Oh, by the way, here are your schedules, I just picked them up. We're very lucky, we have Professor Binns first, and so you guys can get some more rest. Mcgonagall first and then........."
"HERMIONE!!!" Both Harry and Ron screamed at the same time, causing most of their fellow Gryffindors to snicker and some to out right laugh at the trio now standing in the entrance to the great hall.
"Breathe, girl. You're going to pass out if you don't get some air in those lungs!" Ron said as he and Harry took their usual places at the table.
"Besides, eat first, and talk later, that's the rule, remember? "And with out further warning, Ron ducked his head down and began to eat his weight in eggs and toast.
"Well, you only have a few minutes to eat, you know that, right? You're late"
"Blame Harry. He didn't get out of bed."
"And why not?" Hermione turned her 'teacher' look to Harry.
"I was thinking."
"About........."
"My godfather." Harry said simply, helping himself to some oatmeal. " Listen, I think we should keep notes." and he reached down and pulled out an extra notebook he had purchased at Diagon Ally the week before, turned it to the first page and wrote ' Godfather Suspects' at the top.
"Good idea."
"Ok, who do you think it is?" Hermione, who had leaned in toward Harry as he had pulled out the book, backed away slightly and looked around guilty.
"Well, I think that Cyrus guy is a safe bet. I mean, even if he isn't your godfather, I would still like to know what he's doing around you." Hermione said, "How about you, Harry? You of all people should have some ideas."
"Well........."Harry hesitated, but then put 'Remus Lupin' right below Cyrus.
"Harry, our professor, are you sure?"
"No, Hermione, that's what I'm trying to find out."
"But you just met him."
"No, you just met him. I met him over the summer; he even invited me over to his apartment. Which, by the way, he has pictures of my parents and also........."
Harry stopped in mid-sentence and looked down at his notebook. He didn't want to admit to his two closest friends, as much as he trusted them, that he had had a breakdown with Lupin.
"And what Harry?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing. Just thinking.........anyway, do we have anyone else?"
"Well, no not really.........."
"But.........if we only have two suspects, and we've only seen one of thee faces........."
"You really don't need to remind me of how hopeless this is, Hermione. I'm trying my hardest, and I asked for your help. God knows I need it. If all you're going to do is sit there and patronize me........."
Hermione cut him short. "I'M NOT!!!" she stopped as several of the surrounding students looked up at them.
"I'm just saying,........."Hermione became very quiet. "Never mind. Do you know where to start?"
"I don't want to just go up and ask Lupin."
"And why not?" Ron, who had some how avoided the conversation, now jumped in to say his piece. "It would make your job a lot easier........."
In truth, Harry didn't want to out right ask Lupin for several reasons. But the most important one being that Harry couldn't imagine another 'life- changing' conversation with his professor. They both, in his opinion, needed a break.
But he was saved from explaining this to Ron by Hermione, who said
"Because, Ron. That would take away the fun of our investigation."
OK, THAT ENDS CHAPTHER 10!!! EVERYONE GO YAY!!!!!!!!!!
The Wall, chapter 11
"I expect a 12-inch long essay on the benefits, side effects and why the ministry keeps such close tabs on any registered Animagus. Also, I will need your Hogesmede permission forms if you wish to visit the village; I all ready have yours, Longbottom........."
Mcgonagalls clear-cut voice was (Although he'd never admit it) one of the things Harry missed about Hogwarts. For some reason, the Deputy headmistress' shrill voice was a stone of normalcy in Harry's now chaotic life.
Harry sighed as the bell rang and looked down at his 'godfather investigation book' named so by Ron in history of Magic class earlier that day. It was now turned to the second page which title read ' Interviews'.
McGonagall, Hermione had reasoned with him, had been his parents' teacher as well as theirs, and Mcgonagall also had access to most of Harry's 'Magical Association Files', such as Harry's birth certificate, his custody papers, and his Hogwarts admission forms. Since Harry had no recollection of filling out those forms, it became another mystery in and of itself as to whom exactly had filled out those forms.
Harry shut the book and he joined in the back of the line that had formed in the front of his head of houses' desk.
It had been decided, during the circulation of notes in the class that Harry was to ask Mcgonagall alone, the reasoning being that Mcgonagall was more likely to have a heart-to heart with Harry about his parents and hopefully godparents if it was just Harry and not the entire trio. Although he agreed with the logic he still felt empty as Ron and Hermione both walked past him, giving nods of reassurance and comfort. Finally, Lavender Brown dropped her permission form on the desk with the others and left, leaving the head of house and her pupil alone.
"Err.........Professor?" Harry started uncertainly. "Can I talk to you?"
Mcgonagalls head was lowered and the quill behind her ear was twitching madly as she wrote, but at Harry's words she stopped in mid-sentence to look up at Harry.
"Well, Yes, Mr. Potter. What is it?"
"Err........."Harry bit his lip nervously. He had been in imagining this conversation in his head for the last hour, and no matter how optimistic he tried to be, it always turned out bad.
"What is it, Mr. Potter?" Mcgonagall asked a little colder.
"Well, you see.........I err.........I got a letter."
"Well, good for you, Mr. Potter. It is my understanding you have an owl, is she having difficulty returning the note?" Harry was stunned for a moment, he had never thought of asking Hedwig to just take a note to the man, would she know how to find him? Could owls do that? He made a note to try it once he got out of the situation he was only just getting himself into.
"Well.........um.........no.........but err, you see, it's. .........It's" Deep calming breath "It's from my..........well, my godfather, and I was wondering if you knew anything about him........."
"What?" Mcgonagall blinked a few times, and then sat down her quill." You got a letter from who?"
"My godfather." Harry said, after saying it once, it was much easier to say again.
"Your godfather? May I see?"
Harry hesitated, but didn't see any harm in it, she w as only looking, and he was asking for her help, the least he could do was show her the actual letters.
Harry pulled out his now memorized letters and handed them to his professor. Mcgonagalls eyes skimmed the first page of the first letter and she looked up at Harry over her glasses.
"Are these the only letters you have received?"
"Yes. Professor."
"Very well." And she moved back from her desk and placed the letters in the top drawer.
Harry felt the blood drain from his face.
"Um.........Professor, what are you doing.........?"
"I'm afraid I can't let you have those letters back, Mr. Potter."
"Wha.........why.........?"
McGonagall sighed and leaned in on her desk and looked up at Harry, her eyes softening, "Mr. Potter, Your godfather.........has had a difficult few years......... he is in a very difficult situation at the moment, and despite your antics at school.........you are still a young adult.........I do not believe that.........under the circumstances.........that your association with.........people in your godfathers.........predisposition.........is appreciated.........."
None of what Mcgonagall was saying was making sense to Harry. The man had said in his letters he had wanted Harry. Why couldn't she see that? No matter what he had been through, he had said he had wanted Harry. He said he loved him, and McGonagall was trying to tell him to stop looking for him, to stop trying.........Harry felt his hopelessness turn into rage and the half formed tears he had not realized was about to fall quickly diminished and he looked up at her stony glare and met it with his own fiery green eyes.
"So, you won't help me? Fine, that's all right. I can do it myself, thanks for your time." And he turned violently and began stomping back up to the door, when McGonagall called out.
"Mr. Potter........."
"Yes, professor?"
McGonagall looked him over, and her eyes softened.
"I can not stop you from trying to find this man, but I must warn you against the hazards of searching for him........."
"Hazards, professor? Thanks for the warning, but frankly, I don't care."
"Mr. Potter........."
"It's either find him, or go back, professor," Harry said quietly, "And I would like to leave that house myself rather than being kicked out being taken out of it by child services. I'm sorry if you have a problem with that, but I don't care."
And he turned and ran the rest of he way out of the classroom.
McGonagall sighed and watched as the angry teen stomped off, she waited until he was out of sight and pulled out the letters from her desk. Lupin would defiantly want to hear about this......................................
Harry sighed and threw his bag down on the Gryffindor table loudly, drawing looks from his housemates, but he didn't care, he sat in front of Ron and Hermione, and buried his face in his hands. Trying his best not to admit his weakness to even his closest friends.
"Um.................Harry, is everything ok?"
Harry shook his head no and pulled his hands away from his face, he didn't feel like crying anymore, he felt like getting back at his back stabbing professor, or at least, getting his letters back. (way too many backs in there, my mind is so fried over these tests, so forgive me on the scrappiness of these last few paragraphs)
"Um, anything we can do?"
"She took them." Harry said grumpily.
"What?" Ron looked at him in shock.
"McGonagall, she took my letters. She says she doesn't want me to get into my godfathers past, says there are "hazards" in to looking into it........."
"Well, that settles in then........."
"I'm not quitting, Hermione."
"You didn't let me finish." Hermione said, glaring at him. "If McGonagall doesn't like YOU looking into your godfathers past, then it's worth knowing."
"Err..................Ok, "Harry said, sharing a surprised look with Ron. "Do you have any idea what to do next?"
"Well, to be honest, my next move was to take a closer look at those letters, which means........." A devilish gin spread across Hermiones' face.
"Which means," Harry said, mirroring her expression. "That we need to get my letters back. I assume you have a plan?"
"Yes."
Author: Darkjedi
Rating: PG
Summery: An alternate universe fic. There. That's all I'm writing. All of you who say you suck at summaries can suck this. Sorry, I had to do it. Please don't be mad at me, I'm only joking!! I swear!! What are you doing? NO, Don't!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I'm lucky to have the rights to type this fic, so if you want to sue, I doubt you're going to get very far.
A/N: Ok, here you go. I fooled the schools computers this time. I kept changing disks!!! YAY ME!!! I'm sorry about the writing in this chapter, it's testing this week and it was review the week before, finals the week after this.........I feel like I just went through the entire fifth year in less than three weeks. I'm about to collapse! Oh, well. Once schools out, I'll have more time to write!! YAY YOU GUYS!!! YAY SUMMER BREAK!!!
The Wall, chapter 10
Harry sighed and rolled over in his four- poster bed. He could already hear the sounds of Ron and Dean crawling out of bed and was trying his hardest to postpone the moment when he would have to join them in their morning ritual. The sounds in his dreams kept rushing back to him, he had been having a very pleasant dream..........and then.........something had changed...........or had it? He couldn't remember, what ever his dream had been, it was lost to him now. It was probably about the day before, anyway.........Harry felt sick just thinking about it. Lupin, Dumbledore, Mcgonagall.........Who else had to know? This was his secret and he had a right to tell no one if he wanted to.........But no, that option was lost to him now.........Because Vernon was a self obsessed, revenge seeking jerk who didn't know when to quit.........And Cyrus......... what about Cyrus? Showing up and protecting Harry like that.........that was something new to Harry, and it was certainly not something he was complaining about, knowing someone was out there, protecting him. But it did leave lingering question.........WHY?.......... Harry was expecting to see him again, true; Cyrus had said that he would..........but under the circumstances.......... Harry felt his stomach flutter and he sighed, he would have to start keeping a notebook on potential "God father suspects", And at the moment, Cyrus was defiantly number one on his list
Now, all he had to do was some how manage to crawl out of his way to comfortable for it's own good bed and join his class mats at breakfast.........
"Good morning, Harry!! Ron!! You both look tired. Harry, when did you get to bed last night? Oh, by the way, here are your schedules, I just picked them up. We're very lucky, we have Professor Binns first, and so you guys can get some more rest. Mcgonagall first and then........."
"HERMIONE!!!" Both Harry and Ron screamed at the same time, causing most of their fellow Gryffindors to snicker and some to out right laugh at the trio now standing in the entrance to the great hall.
"Breathe, girl. You're going to pass out if you don't get some air in those lungs!" Ron said as he and Harry took their usual places at the table.
"Besides, eat first, and talk later, that's the rule, remember? "And with out further warning, Ron ducked his head down and began to eat his weight in eggs and toast.
"Well, you only have a few minutes to eat, you know that, right? You're late"
"Blame Harry. He didn't get out of bed."
"And why not?" Hermione turned her 'teacher' look to Harry.
"I was thinking."
"About........."
"My godfather." Harry said simply, helping himself to some oatmeal. " Listen, I think we should keep notes." and he reached down and pulled out an extra notebook he had purchased at Diagon Ally the week before, turned it to the first page and wrote ' Godfather Suspects' at the top.
"Good idea."
"Ok, who do you think it is?" Hermione, who had leaned in toward Harry as he had pulled out the book, backed away slightly and looked around guilty.
"Well, I think that Cyrus guy is a safe bet. I mean, even if he isn't your godfather, I would still like to know what he's doing around you." Hermione said, "How about you, Harry? You of all people should have some ideas."
"Well........."Harry hesitated, but then put 'Remus Lupin' right below Cyrus.
"Harry, our professor, are you sure?"
"No, Hermione, that's what I'm trying to find out."
"But you just met him."
"No, you just met him. I met him over the summer; he even invited me over to his apartment. Which, by the way, he has pictures of my parents and also........."
Harry stopped in mid-sentence and looked down at his notebook. He didn't want to admit to his two closest friends, as much as he trusted them, that he had had a breakdown with Lupin.
"And what Harry?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing. Just thinking.........anyway, do we have anyone else?"
"Well, no not really.........."
"But.........if we only have two suspects, and we've only seen one of thee faces........."
"You really don't need to remind me of how hopeless this is, Hermione. I'm trying my hardest, and I asked for your help. God knows I need it. If all you're going to do is sit there and patronize me........."
Hermione cut him short. "I'M NOT!!!" she stopped as several of the surrounding students looked up at them.
"I'm just saying,........."Hermione became very quiet. "Never mind. Do you know where to start?"
"I don't want to just go up and ask Lupin."
"And why not?" Ron, who had some how avoided the conversation, now jumped in to say his piece. "It would make your job a lot easier........."
In truth, Harry didn't want to out right ask Lupin for several reasons. But the most important one being that Harry couldn't imagine another 'life- changing' conversation with his professor. They both, in his opinion, needed a break.
But he was saved from explaining this to Ron by Hermione, who said
"Because, Ron. That would take away the fun of our investigation."
OK, THAT ENDS CHAPTHER 10!!! EVERYONE GO YAY!!!!!!!!!!
The Wall, chapter 11
"I expect a 12-inch long essay on the benefits, side effects and why the ministry keeps such close tabs on any registered Animagus. Also, I will need your Hogesmede permission forms if you wish to visit the village; I all ready have yours, Longbottom........."
Mcgonagalls clear-cut voice was (Although he'd never admit it) one of the things Harry missed about Hogwarts. For some reason, the Deputy headmistress' shrill voice was a stone of normalcy in Harry's now chaotic life.
Harry sighed as the bell rang and looked down at his 'godfather investigation book' named so by Ron in history of Magic class earlier that day. It was now turned to the second page which title read ' Interviews'.
McGonagall, Hermione had reasoned with him, had been his parents' teacher as well as theirs, and Mcgonagall also had access to most of Harry's 'Magical Association Files', such as Harry's birth certificate, his custody papers, and his Hogwarts admission forms. Since Harry had no recollection of filling out those forms, it became another mystery in and of itself as to whom exactly had filled out those forms.
Harry shut the book and he joined in the back of the line that had formed in the front of his head of houses' desk.
It had been decided, during the circulation of notes in the class that Harry was to ask Mcgonagall alone, the reasoning being that Mcgonagall was more likely to have a heart-to heart with Harry about his parents and hopefully godparents if it was just Harry and not the entire trio. Although he agreed with the logic he still felt empty as Ron and Hermione both walked past him, giving nods of reassurance and comfort. Finally, Lavender Brown dropped her permission form on the desk with the others and left, leaving the head of house and her pupil alone.
"Err.........Professor?" Harry started uncertainly. "Can I talk to you?"
Mcgonagalls head was lowered and the quill behind her ear was twitching madly as she wrote, but at Harry's words she stopped in mid-sentence to look up at Harry.
"Well, Yes, Mr. Potter. What is it?"
"Err........."Harry bit his lip nervously. He had been in imagining this conversation in his head for the last hour, and no matter how optimistic he tried to be, it always turned out bad.
"What is it, Mr. Potter?" Mcgonagall asked a little colder.
"Well, you see.........I err.........I got a letter."
"Well, good for you, Mr. Potter. It is my understanding you have an owl, is she having difficulty returning the note?" Harry was stunned for a moment, he had never thought of asking Hedwig to just take a note to the man, would she know how to find him? Could owls do that? He made a note to try it once he got out of the situation he was only just getting himself into.
"Well.........um.........no.........but err, you see, it's. .........It's" Deep calming breath "It's from my..........well, my godfather, and I was wondering if you knew anything about him........."
"What?" Mcgonagall blinked a few times, and then sat down her quill." You got a letter from who?"
"My godfather." Harry said, after saying it once, it was much easier to say again.
"Your godfather? May I see?"
Harry hesitated, but didn't see any harm in it, she w as only looking, and he was asking for her help, the least he could do was show her the actual letters.
Harry pulled out his now memorized letters and handed them to his professor. Mcgonagalls eyes skimmed the first page of the first letter and she looked up at Harry over her glasses.
"Are these the only letters you have received?"
"Yes. Professor."
"Very well." And she moved back from her desk and placed the letters in the top drawer.
Harry felt the blood drain from his face.
"Um.........Professor, what are you doing.........?"
"I'm afraid I can't let you have those letters back, Mr. Potter."
"Wha.........why.........?"
McGonagall sighed and leaned in on her desk and looked up at Harry, her eyes softening, "Mr. Potter, Your godfather.........has had a difficult few years......... he is in a very difficult situation at the moment, and despite your antics at school.........you are still a young adult.........I do not believe that.........under the circumstances.........that your association with.........people in your godfathers.........predisposition.........is appreciated.........."
None of what Mcgonagall was saying was making sense to Harry. The man had said in his letters he had wanted Harry. Why couldn't she see that? No matter what he had been through, he had said he had wanted Harry. He said he loved him, and McGonagall was trying to tell him to stop looking for him, to stop trying.........Harry felt his hopelessness turn into rage and the half formed tears he had not realized was about to fall quickly diminished and he looked up at her stony glare and met it with his own fiery green eyes.
"So, you won't help me? Fine, that's all right. I can do it myself, thanks for your time." And he turned violently and began stomping back up to the door, when McGonagall called out.
"Mr. Potter........."
"Yes, professor?"
McGonagall looked him over, and her eyes softened.
"I can not stop you from trying to find this man, but I must warn you against the hazards of searching for him........."
"Hazards, professor? Thanks for the warning, but frankly, I don't care."
"Mr. Potter........."
"It's either find him, or go back, professor," Harry said quietly, "And I would like to leave that house myself rather than being kicked out being taken out of it by child services. I'm sorry if you have a problem with that, but I don't care."
And he turned and ran the rest of he way out of the classroom.
McGonagall sighed and watched as the angry teen stomped off, she waited until he was out of sight and pulled out the letters from her desk. Lupin would defiantly want to hear about this......................................
Harry sighed and threw his bag down on the Gryffindor table loudly, drawing looks from his housemates, but he didn't care, he sat in front of Ron and Hermione, and buried his face in his hands. Trying his best not to admit his weakness to even his closest friends.
"Um.................Harry, is everything ok?"
Harry shook his head no and pulled his hands away from his face, he didn't feel like crying anymore, he felt like getting back at his back stabbing professor, or at least, getting his letters back. (way too many backs in there, my mind is so fried over these tests, so forgive me on the scrappiness of these last few paragraphs)
"Um, anything we can do?"
"She took them." Harry said grumpily.
"What?" Ron looked at him in shock.
"McGonagall, she took my letters. She says she doesn't want me to get into my godfathers past, says there are "hazards" in to looking into it........."
"Well, that settles in then........."
"I'm not quitting, Hermione."
"You didn't let me finish." Hermione said, glaring at him. "If McGonagall doesn't like YOU looking into your godfathers past, then it's worth knowing."
"Err..................Ok, "Harry said, sharing a surprised look with Ron. "Do you have any idea what to do next?"
"Well, to be honest, my next move was to take a closer look at those letters, which means........." A devilish gin spread across Hermiones' face.
"Which means," Harry said, mirroring her expression. "That we need to get my letters back. I assume you have a plan?"
"Yes."