Chapter 11 - Fights and Worries
Only two hours after first falling asleep, Harry woke up his heart pounding. His dream, although not caused by Voldemort, had been terrible. Everyone one of his friends had died repeatedly and all he could do was stand by and watch. Deciding he wouldn't fall back asleep after that, Harry went downstairs to get a drink.
Creeping quietly down the stairs, as not to wake anyone up, he was quite surprised when he heard a bang, and quiet sobs coming from the direction of the kitchen. Cautiously pushing open the door, he looked around. Stood in the middle of the kitchen, in a short black dress and black heeled shoes, was Tonks. Lying by her feet was a metal tray, and burnt cookies were scattered around on the floor. Her golden blonde hair was covering her face, but she was crying.
She looked up and saw Harry. Quickly turning her face away and wiping her tears, she managed a shaky "Hi."
"Nym? What's the matter?" asked Harry. He was unsure as to what to do, but decided it probably wasn't a good idea just to run away.
"Nothing," came the reply, her face still not facing Harry.
"You sure?" After seeing her nod, he continued, "well, I'll go then, but if you need to talk or anything, I'll be around, okay?" She nodded again, and Harry turned to leave. He stopped when he heard a soft voice call "Harry" behind him. Turning back around he saw Tonks' tear streaked face looking at him.
"You don't think I'm not a girl, do you?" she asked hesitantly.
"No, of course not. You're most definitely a girl, and quite a pretty one at that," he said confused.
She laughed bitterly. "I'm clumsy, I can't cook, I don't want to settle down and have a family... I mean, look at this. I can't even make cookies."
Flicking his wand to put the cookies back in the tray, Harry asked, "What happened, Nym?" He crossed the kitchen so he was standing beside her.
She looked at him. "He dumped me.," she said abruptly. "He said he wanted to date a real girl. Someone who could cook, and look after him. Someone who wanted to actually get married soon."
'Who?' he thought. Then it hit him. That Auror bloke she was talking about before. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gently led her to the other room. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap, and she buried her face in his shoulder. Holding her carefully, he thought about what he should say.
"Nym," he whispered, "you are a girl. You're smart, funny, and wonderful. You want a career, there's nothing wrong with that. The type of girl he wants is someone like Mrs. Weasley. A stay at home mother. But that doesn't make you any less of a girl. And I'm sure that when you're ready, you'll make a wonderful mother. It doesn't matter that you can't cook. You can learn if you want."
"But Ginny can cook," she sniffed.
"What?" asked Harry mystified. 'What did Ginny have to do with this?'
"Ginny." She repeated. "She can cook. She made your cake and you smiled and complimented her."
"Nym, I wouldn't like her any less if she couldn't cook. But it was pretty obvious she had worked very hard, and was proud of herself, and the cake was very good, so I complimented her."
"Oh," Tonks said in a tiny voice.
"You could ask Mrs. Weasley to teach you to cook too," he suggested.
"No," she replied immediately. "I don't want anyone to know. Please. Please don't tell anyone!"
"Okay, well I could teach you if you wanted," he offered.
She seemed to consider this. Finally, she said shyly, "I'd like that." She muttered a quick spell to dry her face, and smiled at Harry.
"Thanks, Kid. Thanks. I really, well thanks. But you'd better be off to bed."
Harry's face froze, as he remembered his dream. He tightened his hold on her and said, "No. Please. Can you stay for just a little longer?"
"Sure. What's the matter? Or do you just like sitting here half naked with me?" she teased.
Blushing furiously, as he noticed he only had his boxers on, he shrugged. "Nightmare. It's okay. You should go to bed, you're probably tired."
"Harry, I was joking. I'll stay, don't worry about it. You want to tell me about it?"
Harry opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley entering the room. "Harry!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing out of bed? And you, Nymphadora, letting him stay up like this." She suddenly seemed to notice the position they were in and gasped. Tonks smiled inwardly, realizing it probably didn't look too good with her sitting on Harry's lap. "Get to bed, BOTH of you! Your OWN beds, please."
"But," protested Harry. He was cut off by her glare.
Tonks whispered in his ear "Go to your room, I'll be there in a few minutes. Alright?" Mrs. Weasley's lips tightened.
Harry nodded, and she climbed off his lab. "Good night," he said before leaving the room. He bumped into Ginny as he left, and smiled. "Hey Gin." She looked at him, then looked at the room he had come from, and fled. Thinking about this reaction, Harry went to his room, and sat down to wait for Tonks. Sure enough, about five minutes later she Apparated into his room. Careful not to wake Ron, he whispered, "Want to go into the trunk?" She nodded, and the two went inside.
As soon as the lid shut, Tonks started laughing. "They think we're dating," she giggled.
"Who?"
"Everyone. Even Dumbledore. Molly started grilling me about it after you left. I told her we weren't but she didn't believe me. So be prepared for her to ask you about it. Molly told me to stay away from you, because you're a child, and you'll get hurt. She seems to think you're young and impressionable."
"I'm NOT a child," he snapped furiously. "Maybe we should. That'd show them. I'm not going to die just because you dump me."
"Harry, calm down. I know you're not a child. But you like Ginny remember? And I'm sure she likes you. I don't think she'd be too happy if we went out. Although after what she saw today, I don't think Molly would be too happy about you dating her daughter."
"I think Ginny saw us too. She kept looking between me and the sitting room door. Then she ran. How do I tell her I like her anyway?"
They talked for the remainder of the night. Finally, they realized it was morning and scrambled out of the trunk. Thankfully, Ron was still asleep. Tonks returned to her room, and Harry got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Weasley was the only one in the kitchen. "Sit down, dear!" she called. "Help your self to some bread and eggs."
Nodding, Harry got a plate and put some food on it. He had just started to eat when Mrs. Weasley came and sat next to him.
"Now, Harry," she started, "I know you think you're grown up, but there is a lot you need to learn." Harry's eyes darkened. Oblivious, Mrs. Weasley continued, "I really don't think you should be dating an older woman. She is much older than you, and may want to do things you're not ready for."
"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Weasley, but I am grown up. I've been looking after myself since I was a year old, and I can still do it now. And I think it is my right to decided who I date, and what I am ready for."
"Harry!" she snapped. "You can't date Tonks. I forbid you to. You're just not ready for that."
"Oh, so I can save your precious world, but I can't date who I want? Well I don't care. You're not my mother. She's dead remember?" He stood up and stormed out of the kitchen.
Flinging himself down on his bed, he sighed. He had acted very immature. Probably not a good thing, if he wanted people to take him seriously. But she just made him so mad! After a while, the door opened. Still in a black mood, he snapped "What? Come to yell at me again?"
"No..." came Ron's voice. "I just stopped to get my watch."
"Oh." He listened as Ron picked up his watch and left. Soon he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." He turned to see Sirius enter. "You going to yell at me too?"
"No, you can make your own decisions. Although I was surprised to hear that you were dating Tonks. I thought you like Ginny."
"I'm not dating Tonks. I was just so mad at Mrs. Weasley I forgot to deny it. And I do like Ginny. But I think she thinks I'm dating Tonks, so I don't know what to say to her."
"Just tell her the truth. She'll believe you."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" asked Harry suddenly.
"Tell you what?"
"That James isn't my father."
"WHAT? Who told you that?"
"It doesn't matter. I know it's true. And I know who my biological father really is."
"Harry? Who told you that? James is your father."
"No. He's not. You are."
Sirius looked scared and shocked. "What are you talking about? I'm not your father. James is. Where did you get all this?"
"A letter my mother left for me."
Sirius looked faintly sick. "What...?"
"It's okay if you don't want me, I don't need parents anymore, but I was just wondering," said Harry turning away.
"Harry! You know that's not true. Of course I want you. I was just afraid you would hate me if I told you. James never knew and..."
"Yes he did," interrupted Harry. "And he almost left my mum because of it."
"What? James knew? And he still talked to me? ...But the point is I'm really sorry. I loved her Harry. But I couldn't do anything because James loved her too. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you and made you think I didn't want you."
****Meanwhile in Ginny's POV ****
"Gin, can you come here a moment?" called Tonks from the sitting room.
Ginny, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else in the world, nodded. Entering the room, she sat down and waited for Tonks to say something.
"Okay, I wanted to talk to you about Harry."
Ginny scowled. "No. I know you're going out with him, and I hope your happy and everything, but I don't want to talk about it. Ever."
"You believe that too? Did your mother tell you that?"
"Yes, she wanted me to talk to you and get you to break up with him. I didn't because if he makes you happy then fine."
"Ginny, it's not true. I love him like a brother, and he feels the same way about me. We're definitely not dating."
"But what about last night? I saw you two. I didn't know anyone was in there but I left as soon as I saw you, so I don't think you saw me."
"He was comforting me. I just broke up with my boyfriend. He had a nightmare, came downstairs, and found me. I swear Gin, he doesn't like me. He likes you."
At this, Ginny looked upset. "No he doesn't. He might have before, but he doesn't anymore. He never calls me 'Angel'. He never flirts or anything. He doesn't like me," she finished tearfully.
"Yes he does. He asked me last night how he should tell you. And he's going to do it now."
"No!" cried Ginny. "Don't make him; I don't want him to like me because someone made him."
"Ginny! I'm not making him like you. I'm just making him tell you that he already does." She took a deep breath and yelled, "POTTER! Get your sorry arse down here!"
Ginny moaned and buried her head in her hands. A few moments later Harry appeared.
****Back to Harry's POV****
"Yes Nymphet?" he said. "You yelled? Oh, and Mrs. Weasley MIGHT still think we're going out. I got slightly mad and forgot to deny it," he said, not noticing Ginny.
"That's okay," she said, before clearing her throat pointedly, and looking at Ginny. "Tell her now Potter." She said before exiting the room, stumbling over a tea table as she left.
"Ginny?" he asked. "Are you okay?" 'WHY do I have so many crying females on my hands?' he thought despairingly.
She looked up, her face dry. "Why don't you call me Angel anymore?"
Harry was surprised. "Oh...Well I thought you didn't like it. You always got mad when I called you that. I didn't want to make you mad."
"Oh," she muttered. "Sorry. I don't mind it really...well...you know."
"Is that what was bothering you, Angel?"
"No. You and ...Tonks. Are you dating? Please tell me the truth Harry. I need to know. Mum says you are."
"No!" he exclaimed vehemently. "We're not. Your mother just thinks so. I don't like her. I like ...someone else."
"Oh." Ginny, who had perked up a little at the first statement, deflated again. "Oh. Who?"
Harry turned bright red. "Uh...You," he stammered.
Ginny's eyes grew wide. "What? Really? You're not just saying that because Tonks made you?"
Harry nodded, and slowly slid his arm around her waist. He leaned forward and gently covered her lips with his own. What he didn't expect was for Ginny to shove him away, with all the strength she possessed.
*********************************************
A/N: Muhahahaha! Cliffe! What happened with Ginny? You'll have to find out next chapter!
Thanks to all my reviewers. And there were quite a lot of them! We broke 100! And it's only been two days! I love you all!
PadfootsGirl03 – Thanks! Yeah, I was pretty upset by him dying too.
DevW – Wow, Thank you so much. I like having Tonks as a mother/older sister, because she's a lot of fun, but she knows a lot too and can help Harry. Plus I love her character. I couldn't not have her in my story! And yes, Harry just told Sirius. Kind of anti-climatic, I know, but there will be some tension coming.
Dee – Sirius didn't want Harry to know that he is his father, so he constantly tells him he looks like James. As to who he was referring to this time, it was James. Sirius hadn't noticed Harry's changes because he didn't want to.
SugarGirl – Thanks!
Samyjoc – Well thanks for giving it a chance at least. Sorry you didn't like it.
Lillypotterfan – Thank you!
Athenakitty – Well Harry hasn't found the spell if it does exist. He's looking though. The twins version was one of the more rude ones. You know, like
Happy birthday to you,
You live in a zoo,
You look like a monkey,
And you smell like one too! The kind kids sing.
Jennifer – Thank you.
Foxfur – No, Penelope Clearwater would be a year too young. Violet is just Violet, because Petunia gave her up when she was 7 or 8 months old, she told the orphanage her name. So only her last name changed.
ender2000 – Well he doesn't have anything planned for Mrs. Figg, because she helped him. It wasn't her decision to leave him there, she told Dumbledore in order to get healing potions to help him. She isn't a witch, so she couldn't have brewed them herself. Harry and Ginny start going out soon, but they probably won't use the book. The story will stay PG-13 after all! They may use it when we don't see though.
Seipher – Thanks. Sirius is still alive because I wanted Harry to be able to confront him about this. So I posted a note at the beginning saying this is slightly AU. Neville died instead of Sirius.
Rhinemjr – Thank you! I don't hate Dumbledore in Canon, but he pissed me right off here. Haha, I agree, he is too manipulative in his old age. Must have nothing better to do. Thanks again. I haven't started the other story yet, I was thinking of starting one soon, because I've got March Break, therefore more time to write.
Lilo – Thank you!
Thanks again to all of you. Please Review this chapter people!!
Only two hours after first falling asleep, Harry woke up his heart pounding. His dream, although not caused by Voldemort, had been terrible. Everyone one of his friends had died repeatedly and all he could do was stand by and watch. Deciding he wouldn't fall back asleep after that, Harry went downstairs to get a drink.
Creeping quietly down the stairs, as not to wake anyone up, he was quite surprised when he heard a bang, and quiet sobs coming from the direction of the kitchen. Cautiously pushing open the door, he looked around. Stood in the middle of the kitchen, in a short black dress and black heeled shoes, was Tonks. Lying by her feet was a metal tray, and burnt cookies were scattered around on the floor. Her golden blonde hair was covering her face, but she was crying.
She looked up and saw Harry. Quickly turning her face away and wiping her tears, she managed a shaky "Hi."
"Nym? What's the matter?" asked Harry. He was unsure as to what to do, but decided it probably wasn't a good idea just to run away.
"Nothing," came the reply, her face still not facing Harry.
"You sure?" After seeing her nod, he continued, "well, I'll go then, but if you need to talk or anything, I'll be around, okay?" She nodded again, and Harry turned to leave. He stopped when he heard a soft voice call "Harry" behind him. Turning back around he saw Tonks' tear streaked face looking at him.
"You don't think I'm not a girl, do you?" she asked hesitantly.
"No, of course not. You're most definitely a girl, and quite a pretty one at that," he said confused.
She laughed bitterly. "I'm clumsy, I can't cook, I don't want to settle down and have a family... I mean, look at this. I can't even make cookies."
Flicking his wand to put the cookies back in the tray, Harry asked, "What happened, Nym?" He crossed the kitchen so he was standing beside her.
She looked at him. "He dumped me.," she said abruptly. "He said he wanted to date a real girl. Someone who could cook, and look after him. Someone who wanted to actually get married soon."
'Who?' he thought. Then it hit him. That Auror bloke she was talking about before. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and gently led her to the other room. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap, and she buried her face in his shoulder. Holding her carefully, he thought about what he should say.
"Nym," he whispered, "you are a girl. You're smart, funny, and wonderful. You want a career, there's nothing wrong with that. The type of girl he wants is someone like Mrs. Weasley. A stay at home mother. But that doesn't make you any less of a girl. And I'm sure that when you're ready, you'll make a wonderful mother. It doesn't matter that you can't cook. You can learn if you want."
"But Ginny can cook," she sniffed.
"What?" asked Harry mystified. 'What did Ginny have to do with this?'
"Ginny." She repeated. "She can cook. She made your cake and you smiled and complimented her."
"Nym, I wouldn't like her any less if she couldn't cook. But it was pretty obvious she had worked very hard, and was proud of herself, and the cake was very good, so I complimented her."
"Oh," Tonks said in a tiny voice.
"You could ask Mrs. Weasley to teach you to cook too," he suggested.
"No," she replied immediately. "I don't want anyone to know. Please. Please don't tell anyone!"
"Okay, well I could teach you if you wanted," he offered.
She seemed to consider this. Finally, she said shyly, "I'd like that." She muttered a quick spell to dry her face, and smiled at Harry.
"Thanks, Kid. Thanks. I really, well thanks. But you'd better be off to bed."
Harry's face froze, as he remembered his dream. He tightened his hold on her and said, "No. Please. Can you stay for just a little longer?"
"Sure. What's the matter? Or do you just like sitting here half naked with me?" she teased.
Blushing furiously, as he noticed he only had his boxers on, he shrugged. "Nightmare. It's okay. You should go to bed, you're probably tired."
"Harry, I was joking. I'll stay, don't worry about it. You want to tell me about it?"
Harry opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley entering the room. "Harry!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing out of bed? And you, Nymphadora, letting him stay up like this." She suddenly seemed to notice the position they were in and gasped. Tonks smiled inwardly, realizing it probably didn't look too good with her sitting on Harry's lap. "Get to bed, BOTH of you! Your OWN beds, please."
"But," protested Harry. He was cut off by her glare.
Tonks whispered in his ear "Go to your room, I'll be there in a few minutes. Alright?" Mrs. Weasley's lips tightened.
Harry nodded, and she climbed off his lab. "Good night," he said before leaving the room. He bumped into Ginny as he left, and smiled. "Hey Gin." She looked at him, then looked at the room he had come from, and fled. Thinking about this reaction, Harry went to his room, and sat down to wait for Tonks. Sure enough, about five minutes later she Apparated into his room. Careful not to wake Ron, he whispered, "Want to go into the trunk?" She nodded, and the two went inside.
As soon as the lid shut, Tonks started laughing. "They think we're dating," she giggled.
"Who?"
"Everyone. Even Dumbledore. Molly started grilling me about it after you left. I told her we weren't but she didn't believe me. So be prepared for her to ask you about it. Molly told me to stay away from you, because you're a child, and you'll get hurt. She seems to think you're young and impressionable."
"I'm NOT a child," he snapped furiously. "Maybe we should. That'd show them. I'm not going to die just because you dump me."
"Harry, calm down. I know you're not a child. But you like Ginny remember? And I'm sure she likes you. I don't think she'd be too happy if we went out. Although after what she saw today, I don't think Molly would be too happy about you dating her daughter."
"I think Ginny saw us too. She kept looking between me and the sitting room door. Then she ran. How do I tell her I like her anyway?"
They talked for the remainder of the night. Finally, they realized it was morning and scrambled out of the trunk. Thankfully, Ron was still asleep. Tonks returned to her room, and Harry got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.
Unfortunately, Mrs. Weasley was the only one in the kitchen. "Sit down, dear!" she called. "Help your self to some bread and eggs."
Nodding, Harry got a plate and put some food on it. He had just started to eat when Mrs. Weasley came and sat next to him.
"Now, Harry," she started, "I know you think you're grown up, but there is a lot you need to learn." Harry's eyes darkened. Oblivious, Mrs. Weasley continued, "I really don't think you should be dating an older woman. She is much older than you, and may want to do things you're not ready for."
"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Weasley, but I am grown up. I've been looking after myself since I was a year old, and I can still do it now. And I think it is my right to decided who I date, and what I am ready for."
"Harry!" she snapped. "You can't date Tonks. I forbid you to. You're just not ready for that."
"Oh, so I can save your precious world, but I can't date who I want? Well I don't care. You're not my mother. She's dead remember?" He stood up and stormed out of the kitchen.
Flinging himself down on his bed, he sighed. He had acted very immature. Probably not a good thing, if he wanted people to take him seriously. But she just made him so mad! After a while, the door opened. Still in a black mood, he snapped "What? Come to yell at me again?"
"No..." came Ron's voice. "I just stopped to get my watch."
"Oh." He listened as Ron picked up his watch and left. Soon he heard a knock on the door.
"Come in." He turned to see Sirius enter. "You going to yell at me too?"
"No, you can make your own decisions. Although I was surprised to hear that you were dating Tonks. I thought you like Ginny."
"I'm not dating Tonks. I was just so mad at Mrs. Weasley I forgot to deny it. And I do like Ginny. But I think she thinks I'm dating Tonks, so I don't know what to say to her."
"Just tell her the truth. She'll believe you."
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" asked Harry suddenly.
"Tell you what?"
"That James isn't my father."
"WHAT? Who told you that?"
"It doesn't matter. I know it's true. And I know who my biological father really is."
"Harry? Who told you that? James is your father."
"No. He's not. You are."
Sirius looked scared and shocked. "What are you talking about? I'm not your father. James is. Where did you get all this?"
"A letter my mother left for me."
Sirius looked faintly sick. "What...?"
"It's okay if you don't want me, I don't need parents anymore, but I was just wondering," said Harry turning away.
"Harry! You know that's not true. Of course I want you. I was just afraid you would hate me if I told you. James never knew and..."
"Yes he did," interrupted Harry. "And he almost left my mum because of it."
"What? James knew? And he still talked to me? ...But the point is I'm really sorry. I loved her Harry. But I couldn't do anything because James loved her too. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you and made you think I didn't want you."
****Meanwhile in Ginny's POV ****
"Gin, can you come here a moment?" called Tonks from the sitting room.
Ginny, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else in the world, nodded. Entering the room, she sat down and waited for Tonks to say something.
"Okay, I wanted to talk to you about Harry."
Ginny scowled. "No. I know you're going out with him, and I hope your happy and everything, but I don't want to talk about it. Ever."
"You believe that too? Did your mother tell you that?"
"Yes, she wanted me to talk to you and get you to break up with him. I didn't because if he makes you happy then fine."
"Ginny, it's not true. I love him like a brother, and he feels the same way about me. We're definitely not dating."
"But what about last night? I saw you two. I didn't know anyone was in there but I left as soon as I saw you, so I don't think you saw me."
"He was comforting me. I just broke up with my boyfriend. He had a nightmare, came downstairs, and found me. I swear Gin, he doesn't like me. He likes you."
At this, Ginny looked upset. "No he doesn't. He might have before, but he doesn't anymore. He never calls me 'Angel'. He never flirts or anything. He doesn't like me," she finished tearfully.
"Yes he does. He asked me last night how he should tell you. And he's going to do it now."
"No!" cried Ginny. "Don't make him; I don't want him to like me because someone made him."
"Ginny! I'm not making him like you. I'm just making him tell you that he already does." She took a deep breath and yelled, "POTTER! Get your sorry arse down here!"
Ginny moaned and buried her head in her hands. A few moments later Harry appeared.
****Back to Harry's POV****
"Yes Nymphet?" he said. "You yelled? Oh, and Mrs. Weasley MIGHT still think we're going out. I got slightly mad and forgot to deny it," he said, not noticing Ginny.
"That's okay," she said, before clearing her throat pointedly, and looking at Ginny. "Tell her now Potter." She said before exiting the room, stumbling over a tea table as she left.
"Ginny?" he asked. "Are you okay?" 'WHY do I have so many crying females on my hands?' he thought despairingly.
She looked up, her face dry. "Why don't you call me Angel anymore?"
Harry was surprised. "Oh...Well I thought you didn't like it. You always got mad when I called you that. I didn't want to make you mad."
"Oh," she muttered. "Sorry. I don't mind it really...well...you know."
"Is that what was bothering you, Angel?"
"No. You and ...Tonks. Are you dating? Please tell me the truth Harry. I need to know. Mum says you are."
"No!" he exclaimed vehemently. "We're not. Your mother just thinks so. I don't like her. I like ...someone else."
"Oh." Ginny, who had perked up a little at the first statement, deflated again. "Oh. Who?"
Harry turned bright red. "Uh...You," he stammered.
Ginny's eyes grew wide. "What? Really? You're not just saying that because Tonks made you?"
Harry nodded, and slowly slid his arm around her waist. He leaned forward and gently covered her lips with his own. What he didn't expect was for Ginny to shove him away, with all the strength she possessed.
*********************************************
A/N: Muhahahaha! Cliffe! What happened with Ginny? You'll have to find out next chapter!
Thanks to all my reviewers. And there were quite a lot of them! We broke 100! And it's only been two days! I love you all!
PadfootsGirl03 – Thanks! Yeah, I was pretty upset by him dying too.
DevW – Wow, Thank you so much. I like having Tonks as a mother/older sister, because she's a lot of fun, but she knows a lot too and can help Harry. Plus I love her character. I couldn't not have her in my story! And yes, Harry just told Sirius. Kind of anti-climatic, I know, but there will be some tension coming.
Dee – Sirius didn't want Harry to know that he is his father, so he constantly tells him he looks like James. As to who he was referring to this time, it was James. Sirius hadn't noticed Harry's changes because he didn't want to.
SugarGirl – Thanks!
Samyjoc – Well thanks for giving it a chance at least. Sorry you didn't like it.
Lillypotterfan – Thank you!
Athenakitty – Well Harry hasn't found the spell if it does exist. He's looking though. The twins version was one of the more rude ones. You know, like
Happy birthday to you,
You live in a zoo,
You look like a monkey,
And you smell like one too! The kind kids sing.
Jennifer – Thank you.
Foxfur – No, Penelope Clearwater would be a year too young. Violet is just Violet, because Petunia gave her up when she was 7 or 8 months old, she told the orphanage her name. So only her last name changed.
ender2000 – Well he doesn't have anything planned for Mrs. Figg, because she helped him. It wasn't her decision to leave him there, she told Dumbledore in order to get healing potions to help him. She isn't a witch, so she couldn't have brewed them herself. Harry and Ginny start going out soon, but they probably won't use the book. The story will stay PG-13 after all! They may use it when we don't see though.
Seipher – Thanks. Sirius is still alive because I wanted Harry to be able to confront him about this. So I posted a note at the beginning saying this is slightly AU. Neville died instead of Sirius.
Rhinemjr – Thank you! I don't hate Dumbledore in Canon, but he pissed me right off here. Haha, I agree, he is too manipulative in his old age. Must have nothing better to do. Thanks again. I haven't started the other story yet, I was thinking of starting one soon, because I've got March Break, therefore more time to write.
Lilo – Thank you!
Thanks again to all of you. Please Review this chapter people!!