A/N: None here.
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia and Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 8: Conversations and Bleeding Eyes
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Harry made his way down to Professor Lupin's office for tea the next day feeling decisively nervous and more than a little confused about the entire situation. I mean, since when did he care about any information provided from Professor Lupin? Maybe it was because of the holidays? He didn't have anymore time to think about this, however, as he faced the door to the office. He shifted the cloak Severus had given him anxiously and stepped inside.
"Ah, Harry, nice to see you," said Remus, attending to a pot of tea. "If you could just close the door and sit down. Sirius, if you would."
What Harry recognized as a Silencing Charm and Locking Charm hit the door, and he turned toward its origins. There standing in the corner of the room, shoulder- length hair pulled back and bright blue eyes glistening, was Sirius Black. He took a step towards Harry, but the boy just took a step backwards, a look of horror on his face. Remus looked troubled.
"You're going to kill me off, aren't you?!" Harry whispered, backing into the door. "You locked the door so I couldn't get out and placed a Silencing Charm so no one would here it."
"No one's going to kill you, Harry. Where did you get that idea?," said Remus calmly, motioning to Sirius to stop advancing. Harry just turned wide eyes on his teacher.
"That's Sirius Black, Professor! Black, the Auror! Black, the slayer of so many of Tom's followers. And now he's come to assassinate the Dark Heir! Tom would never have let me spend one extra day in class if he'd known Black was in Hogwarts!"
Sirius looked as though a slap had been delivered to his face, and he went off somewhere while Remus sat Harry down in a seat.
"Harry, Sirius has been at school ever since you've been here, and he has never caused you harm intentionally."
"What?"
Remus sighed and said, "Sirius is Snuffles. He slumped into such a depression after the Godric's Hollow Tragedy, he never wanted to transform back to human form. He didn't want to feel the despair, and his Animagus form doesn't have such a complex emotion. He didn't want to have to feel. I don't even think anyone on the staff knows besides Professor Snape who Snuffles really is; to them, Sirius Black simply disappeared."
Harry looked up, wide- eyed, and seemed for once his own age. Sirius came back into the room, Remus placing a hand on his student's shoulders so he couldn't run. Harry watched as Sirius kneeled down in front of him, face streaked with tears. The man never met Harry's eyes; his focus was on the small blanket Harry had picked up the first day.
"You are Snuffles," the boy murmured. He took the blanket gently from Sirius' hands and let all those images he had that first day flow into his mind as he gazed at the small bit of fabric in his hand. And now he understood what he saw.
"You two are the ones in the images," said Harry, focusing on the two men in turn. "Professor, you were reading me a bedtime story, and.. and you..."- he looked at Sirius, who finally met his face- "You were playing peek a boo with me. You played that for hours with me. And the both of you gave me this blanket. But why?"
"Yes, those people you saw were us. We were dear friends of your parents. Have you seen them at all in your visions?" asked Remus. Harry shook his head.
"No, just you two. These are the only memories I have from before Tom took me."
Sirius let out a small sob and spoke for the first time, "Harry, I swear, I am so sorry I gave up hope on you. I'm sorry for letting others give up hope. I should have kept looking for you. A godfather shood never have stopped looking.."
Harry stood up in shock, the blanket falling to the floor. "You're my godfather? My godfather was an Auror? My godfather tried to kill Tom?.... ... You--you were searching for me?"
Sirius had broken into tears again, so Remus spoke, "Yes, Sirius is your godfather, and technically he should have been raising you, not Voldemort. Your father and mother wanted it so. Are you truly happy with Tom, Harry, with being this Dark Heir?"
Harry shook his head as he let his fingers ghost over the Dark Mark clasp and walked away from the pair. He stood sideways at the door, focusing on a spot on the floor.
"I'm sorry that I have obviously caused you two so much grief. However, I was and still am happy with Tom, and I am pefectly fine with being the Dark Heir. Tom took me in as a baby. Sure, he tried to kill me"-he let his hand drift to his scar-" but he didn't keep up the attack. Oh, he could have taken my life so many other ways after the Killing Curse failed; he could have easily strangled me. But he didn't. He took me with him, he defended me from all his Deatheaters. He raised me to be intelligent and cunning, and he let me have Uncle Sev and Draco as friends and confidants. What I'm trying to say," he said, turning towards his Professor and Sirius, "Is that I am perfectly fine with Tom, and I am honoured that he has chosen me to succeed him after he eventually controls the magical world."
Harry turned towards them, one hand on the doorknob.
"I will make sure he spares your lives, if only because of the memories you have given me."
Before Harry could leave, Sirius jumped forward and grabbed his godson's arm and looked up into those emerald green eyes and sobbed, "Harry, please. Don't you even care what he did to your parents? Don't you even care about James and Lily?"
Harry turned towards the door and opened it. "Why should I care so much for people I will never meet or know?"
He thought he heard the soft whining of a dog as he rounded the corner towards Gryffindor Tower, but Harry couldn't feel any emotion while beginning the trek to his temporary dormitory.
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Term eventually began again, but it was with a heavier heart that Harry sat with Blaise and Hermione in the Slytherin common room; Draco had already gone to sleep earlier. Hermione was looking around with great interest at the furnishings while ignoring the glares from other Slytherins, Blaise was looking in a particular book which Harry had found, and Harry himself was sitting in an armchair parallel to the fire and playing a melancholy melody on the Dark Woods harp, gazing into nothingness.
"Potter! Will you quit with the harp!" yelled one sixth year, storming up to where Harry sat and yanking the harp from the dark haired boy. Blaise and Hermione didn't even catch the movement, but the next moment, Harry was on his feet, facing the older lad and holding the harp. The sixth year looked stunned, while Harry looked murderous.
"Minuo oculus!" whispered Harry, pointing his wand at the other as a jagged violet light hit its target. The sixth year was crying out in pain as blood poured from his eyes' blood vessels violently, and Harry watched with a most twisted smile on his face.
"Didn't your caretakers ever teach you not to take things that weren't yours, Harling? Have you learned your lesson, or need it continue?"
Unfortunately, the boy passed out from lack of blood before he could reply, which nullified the spell. Harry shook his head, muttering something about fixing that later, sitting back in his chair and beginning to play again. Both Hermione and Blaise watched horrified as the boy Harling regained consciousness after a minute.
"How is it possible?" whispered Hermione to Blaise as the boy struggled to his feet.
"It's Harry's harp. Haven't you ever heard of a Dark Woods harp?" said Blaise, and Hermione went wide-eyed.
"Those are really rare! Not only does it have a power like Imperio when the player wills it so, but it can also reflect the player's mood in relation to weather! How did Harry get one?!"
"It was Tom's present to him, apparently," replied Blaise. "Hermione, you really do sound like an encyclopedia sometimes, you know that, right?"
Hermione never got to respond as Harling and his friends gathered near the stairs to the boys' dormitories, and Harling's friend Perious called across the common room.
"You watch your back, Potter! The Dark Lord won't always be on your side, and you won't always have this high and mighty attitude once he's gone! Watch yourself when that day comes!" and the group stormed up to their rooms. Harry just laughed, stopping his playing, and walking over to his friends.
"Really, those boys should be studying more. I mean, that curse is always so slow, they should have been able to put up a shield easily," sighed Harry. Pulling over the nearest book, he sighed again, "So Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone. And what did you say earlier, Hermione?"
Hermione leaned in and whispered, "When Hagrid went with me to Diagon Alley, he had to pick up a package for Dumbledore. He said it was secret, very secret, and from the way he spoke, it sounded like he was moving the package to Hogwarts for safekeeping. That should be obvious after you discovered that three-headed dog during break."
"And you think it is the stone?" asked Blaise.
Hermione nodded.
"Yes, I believe it is. The way the thing was wrapped and its size along with the information Harry provided clearly points to it."
"The stone must be hidden in the forbidden corridor. Why else would one of the Deatheaters be trying to get through? But why does Tom want it is what puzzles me," said Harry.
"A stone that turns any metal into gold and makes a drinker of its liquid immortal. Why wouldn't You-Know-Who want it?" asked the bushy haired Gryffindor. Harry just scowled slightly, looking at the harp in his hands, the fire brilliant on the polished wood.
"Tom's already got wealth beyond imagining, and he's already immortal by powers of ancient spells." Harry growled, "I hate that term 'You-Know-Who'. Everyone thinks he's so terrible for wanting power. I'm surprised anyone talks to me considering my relations with him. I'm You-Know-Who-Who-Will-Be-Eventually."
Blaise laughed and asked, "Where did you get that term?"
Harry just shook his head and said simply, "The Weasley twins."
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Well, that explains it. Then again, they're better than Ron. He's constantly complaining about you Harry. 'He's the Dark Heir! Don't go near him, or you'll become Dark too!' Honestly!" She looked at her little watch.
"Well, I need to be going if I'm going to make it to the Tower by curfew. I must admit, this common room is much more to my tastes than the Gryffindor one. Much calmer colours."
Harry smiled weakly, "I feel sorry for you. The entire time I was in there my eyes hurt from the brightness!" All three laughed as Hermione waved goodbye and left. Blaise also left for her dormitory bidding Harry farewell. Soon after, Harry headed towards his bed. Upon entering, Draco, the only one awake in the room, quietly spoke.
"So, how is the mystery coming along?"
Harry got into his night clothes and put his harp inside his trunk, finally locking it with a silent "Obfirmo!" and getting into bed before answering Draco.
"Pretty much solved. We've just got to watch for when Tom or his men come for it and be ready."
Draco rolled over on his side and looked at Harry.
"What about Professor Lupin and Black? What will you do about them? I mean, if Black is your godfather and he steps forward, he can take you away from Tom."
Harry rolled to his back and spoke to the ceiling, "I don't know what to do, and I truly hate it. I don't know what to do to remedy this problem, Draco."
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A/N: Can I ever end on a happy note, I wonder? Sorry these always keep being uploaded so late. My parents want to spend time with me during the day, so I write by night. Oh, and I'm also sorry if the Latin isn't very good. I just find a list of Latin words on the internet and making new spells, so if I'm butcherin the grammar, I'm sorry again.
Minuo- to draw blood, to bleed Oculus- eye
Obfirmo- to bolt, bar
Review resonses:
Elssha- I really haven't decided on Tom's image. Tom to me has a deep affection for Harry; I mean
don't you want to pass on your throne to someone you care for? I don't know. I'll try to find
time to read your fic. School's been terrible lately, and I have hardly any time btween that
and this story!
Darcey- Yes, I've always liked the idea of this kind of fic, too.
ReflectionsOfReality- Really, Sydney? That could be a bit of a delay since I live in Nevada.
JerseyGirl03- Hehehe. I think there will be some influences of Light in his life from Remus and
Sirius (way, way later) but for now Harry is Dark.
Rogue Enchantress- Sadly, Remus and Sirius won't be getting much of Harry's time until probably
his third year (yes, I plan on doing the entire seven year schooling). Don't
worry, however. I love both Remus and Sirius, so there will be a happy
ending for them, as much as I usually don't like those.
RaistlinofMetallica- reaction o_0 . Yes, more or less. hehehe. Harry just kind of blew them off,
didn't he? But at the end of the chapter, he sounds confused. What's goin'
on? Man, I wanna go to you college rather than my high school!
Nicoletta- Reading withdrawals are easily succumbed if you write. That's what I do!
Falafal- I haven't heard that word 'fantabulous' in a long time! Yes, I'm planning Fred and George
havoc in my head. You'd think it'd be easy since I terrorize my friends, but no....!
ER- Here's your next fic fix!
hermionegreen- He really didn't get much of a chance, did he? Ah well, Harry will find out more
eventually. Harry really didn't learn a whole load about the Marauders until third
year. He'll probably learn a little more between now and then, though. Thanks.
Stupid Gryffindor- Really, Gryffindor, you should know by now I play both sides of you and Amelia.
The harp knid of came out of no where. I mean, I really want the Celtic lap harp
I told you about, and it just popped into my mind, so I thought Harry might as
well have it.
Phoenix Lumen- Here you go!
Aravis Traitre- You're welcome!
DarkWitch16- Thanks!
(November 27-28, 2003)
Disclaimer: Harry doesn't belong to me, blah, blah, blah. I only own Amelia and Ebony-Crested Dragon snakes. Oh, and I do use some of the same techniques Rowling uses with some fun lines I always enjoyed, so please don't sue me! I need all the money I can get for my student ambassador trip!
Parseltongue will be "~...~"
Chapter 8: Conversations and Bleeding Eyes
-----------------------------------------
Harry made his way down to Professor Lupin's office for tea the next day feeling decisively nervous and more than a little confused about the entire situation. I mean, since when did he care about any information provided from Professor Lupin? Maybe it was because of the holidays? He didn't have anymore time to think about this, however, as he faced the door to the office. He shifted the cloak Severus had given him anxiously and stepped inside.
"Ah, Harry, nice to see you," said Remus, attending to a pot of tea. "If you could just close the door and sit down. Sirius, if you would."
What Harry recognized as a Silencing Charm and Locking Charm hit the door, and he turned toward its origins. There standing in the corner of the room, shoulder- length hair pulled back and bright blue eyes glistening, was Sirius Black. He took a step towards Harry, but the boy just took a step backwards, a look of horror on his face. Remus looked troubled.
"You're going to kill me off, aren't you?!" Harry whispered, backing into the door. "You locked the door so I couldn't get out and placed a Silencing Charm so no one would here it."
"No one's going to kill you, Harry. Where did you get that idea?," said Remus calmly, motioning to Sirius to stop advancing. Harry just turned wide eyes on his teacher.
"That's Sirius Black, Professor! Black, the Auror! Black, the slayer of so many of Tom's followers. And now he's come to assassinate the Dark Heir! Tom would never have let me spend one extra day in class if he'd known Black was in Hogwarts!"
Sirius looked as though a slap had been delivered to his face, and he went off somewhere while Remus sat Harry down in a seat.
"Harry, Sirius has been at school ever since you've been here, and he has never caused you harm intentionally."
"What?"
Remus sighed and said, "Sirius is Snuffles. He slumped into such a depression after the Godric's Hollow Tragedy, he never wanted to transform back to human form. He didn't want to feel the despair, and his Animagus form doesn't have such a complex emotion. He didn't want to have to feel. I don't even think anyone on the staff knows besides Professor Snape who Snuffles really is; to them, Sirius Black simply disappeared."
Harry looked up, wide- eyed, and seemed for once his own age. Sirius came back into the room, Remus placing a hand on his student's shoulders so he couldn't run. Harry watched as Sirius kneeled down in front of him, face streaked with tears. The man never met Harry's eyes; his focus was on the small blanket Harry had picked up the first day.
"You are Snuffles," the boy murmured. He took the blanket gently from Sirius' hands and let all those images he had that first day flow into his mind as he gazed at the small bit of fabric in his hand. And now he understood what he saw.
"You two are the ones in the images," said Harry, focusing on the two men in turn. "Professor, you were reading me a bedtime story, and.. and you..."- he looked at Sirius, who finally met his face- "You were playing peek a boo with me. You played that for hours with me. And the both of you gave me this blanket. But why?"
"Yes, those people you saw were us. We were dear friends of your parents. Have you seen them at all in your visions?" asked Remus. Harry shook his head.
"No, just you two. These are the only memories I have from before Tom took me."
Sirius let out a small sob and spoke for the first time, "Harry, I swear, I am so sorry I gave up hope on you. I'm sorry for letting others give up hope. I should have kept looking for you. A godfather shood never have stopped looking.."
Harry stood up in shock, the blanket falling to the floor. "You're my godfather? My godfather was an Auror? My godfather tried to kill Tom?.... ... You--you were searching for me?"
Sirius had broken into tears again, so Remus spoke, "Yes, Sirius is your godfather, and technically he should have been raising you, not Voldemort. Your father and mother wanted it so. Are you truly happy with Tom, Harry, with being this Dark Heir?"
Harry shook his head as he let his fingers ghost over the Dark Mark clasp and walked away from the pair. He stood sideways at the door, focusing on a spot on the floor.
"I'm sorry that I have obviously caused you two so much grief. However, I was and still am happy with Tom, and I am pefectly fine with being the Dark Heir. Tom took me in as a baby. Sure, he tried to kill me"-he let his hand drift to his scar-" but he didn't keep up the attack. Oh, he could have taken my life so many other ways after the Killing Curse failed; he could have easily strangled me. But he didn't. He took me with him, he defended me from all his Deatheaters. He raised me to be intelligent and cunning, and he let me have Uncle Sev and Draco as friends and confidants. What I'm trying to say," he said, turning towards his Professor and Sirius, "Is that I am perfectly fine with Tom, and I am honoured that he has chosen me to succeed him after he eventually controls the magical world."
Harry turned towards them, one hand on the doorknob.
"I will make sure he spares your lives, if only because of the memories you have given me."
Before Harry could leave, Sirius jumped forward and grabbed his godson's arm and looked up into those emerald green eyes and sobbed, "Harry, please. Don't you even care what he did to your parents? Don't you even care about James and Lily?"
Harry turned towards the door and opened it. "Why should I care so much for people I will never meet or know?"
He thought he heard the soft whining of a dog as he rounded the corner towards Gryffindor Tower, but Harry couldn't feel any emotion while beginning the trek to his temporary dormitory.
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Term eventually began again, but it was with a heavier heart that Harry sat with Blaise and Hermione in the Slytherin common room; Draco had already gone to sleep earlier. Hermione was looking around with great interest at the furnishings while ignoring the glares from other Slytherins, Blaise was looking in a particular book which Harry had found, and Harry himself was sitting in an armchair parallel to the fire and playing a melancholy melody on the Dark Woods harp, gazing into nothingness.
"Potter! Will you quit with the harp!" yelled one sixth year, storming up to where Harry sat and yanking the harp from the dark haired boy. Blaise and Hermione didn't even catch the movement, but the next moment, Harry was on his feet, facing the older lad and holding the harp. The sixth year looked stunned, while Harry looked murderous.
"Minuo oculus!" whispered Harry, pointing his wand at the other as a jagged violet light hit its target. The sixth year was crying out in pain as blood poured from his eyes' blood vessels violently, and Harry watched with a most twisted smile on his face.
"Didn't your caretakers ever teach you not to take things that weren't yours, Harling? Have you learned your lesson, or need it continue?"
Unfortunately, the boy passed out from lack of blood before he could reply, which nullified the spell. Harry shook his head, muttering something about fixing that later, sitting back in his chair and beginning to play again. Both Hermione and Blaise watched horrified as the boy Harling regained consciousness after a minute.
"How is it possible?" whispered Hermione to Blaise as the boy struggled to his feet.
"It's Harry's harp. Haven't you ever heard of a Dark Woods harp?" said Blaise, and Hermione went wide-eyed.
"Those are really rare! Not only does it have a power like Imperio when the player wills it so, but it can also reflect the player's mood in relation to weather! How did Harry get one?!"
"It was Tom's present to him, apparently," replied Blaise. "Hermione, you really do sound like an encyclopedia sometimes, you know that, right?"
Hermione never got to respond as Harling and his friends gathered near the stairs to the boys' dormitories, and Harling's friend Perious called across the common room.
"You watch your back, Potter! The Dark Lord won't always be on your side, and you won't always have this high and mighty attitude once he's gone! Watch yourself when that day comes!" and the group stormed up to their rooms. Harry just laughed, stopping his playing, and walking over to his friends.
"Really, those boys should be studying more. I mean, that curse is always so slow, they should have been able to put up a shield easily," sighed Harry. Pulling over the nearest book, he sighed again, "So Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Philosopher's Stone. And what did you say earlier, Hermione?"
Hermione leaned in and whispered, "When Hagrid went with me to Diagon Alley, he had to pick up a package for Dumbledore. He said it was secret, very secret, and from the way he spoke, it sounded like he was moving the package to Hogwarts for safekeeping. That should be obvious after you discovered that three-headed dog during break."
"And you think it is the stone?" asked Blaise.
Hermione nodded.
"Yes, I believe it is. The way the thing was wrapped and its size along with the information Harry provided clearly points to it."
"The stone must be hidden in the forbidden corridor. Why else would one of the Deatheaters be trying to get through? But why does Tom want it is what puzzles me," said Harry.
"A stone that turns any metal into gold and makes a drinker of its liquid immortal. Why wouldn't You-Know-Who want it?" asked the bushy haired Gryffindor. Harry just scowled slightly, looking at the harp in his hands, the fire brilliant on the polished wood.
"Tom's already got wealth beyond imagining, and he's already immortal by powers of ancient spells." Harry growled, "I hate that term 'You-Know-Who'. Everyone thinks he's so terrible for wanting power. I'm surprised anyone talks to me considering my relations with him. I'm You-Know-Who-Who-Will-Be-Eventually."
Blaise laughed and asked, "Where did you get that term?"
Harry just shook his head and said simply, "The Weasley twins."
Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Well, that explains it. Then again, they're better than Ron. He's constantly complaining about you Harry. 'He's the Dark Heir! Don't go near him, or you'll become Dark too!' Honestly!" She looked at her little watch.
"Well, I need to be going if I'm going to make it to the Tower by curfew. I must admit, this common room is much more to my tastes than the Gryffindor one. Much calmer colours."
Harry smiled weakly, "I feel sorry for you. The entire time I was in there my eyes hurt from the brightness!" All three laughed as Hermione waved goodbye and left. Blaise also left for her dormitory bidding Harry farewell. Soon after, Harry headed towards his bed. Upon entering, Draco, the only one awake in the room, quietly spoke.
"So, how is the mystery coming along?"
Harry got into his night clothes and put his harp inside his trunk, finally locking it with a silent "Obfirmo!" and getting into bed before answering Draco.
"Pretty much solved. We've just got to watch for when Tom or his men come for it and be ready."
Draco rolled over on his side and looked at Harry.
"What about Professor Lupin and Black? What will you do about them? I mean, if Black is your godfather and he steps forward, he can take you away from Tom."
Harry rolled to his back and spoke to the ceiling, "I don't know what to do, and I truly hate it. I don't know what to do to remedy this problem, Draco."
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A/N: Can I ever end on a happy note, I wonder? Sorry these always keep being uploaded so late. My parents want to spend time with me during the day, so I write by night. Oh, and I'm also sorry if the Latin isn't very good. I just find a list of Latin words on the internet and making new spells, so if I'm butcherin the grammar, I'm sorry again.
Minuo- to draw blood, to bleed Oculus- eye
Obfirmo- to bolt, bar
Review resonses:
Elssha- I really haven't decided on Tom's image. Tom to me has a deep affection for Harry; I mean
don't you want to pass on your throne to someone you care for? I don't know. I'll try to find
time to read your fic. School's been terrible lately, and I have hardly any time btween that
and this story!
Darcey- Yes, I've always liked the idea of this kind of fic, too.
ReflectionsOfReality- Really, Sydney? That could be a bit of a delay since I live in Nevada.
JerseyGirl03- Hehehe. I think there will be some influences of Light in his life from Remus and
Sirius (way, way later) but for now Harry is Dark.
Rogue Enchantress- Sadly, Remus and Sirius won't be getting much of Harry's time until probably
his third year (yes, I plan on doing the entire seven year schooling). Don't
worry, however. I love both Remus and Sirius, so there will be a happy
ending for them, as much as I usually don't like those.
RaistlinofMetallica- reaction o_0 . Yes, more or less. hehehe. Harry just kind of blew them off,
didn't he? But at the end of the chapter, he sounds confused. What's goin'
on? Man, I wanna go to you college rather than my high school!
Nicoletta- Reading withdrawals are easily succumbed if you write. That's what I do!
Falafal- I haven't heard that word 'fantabulous' in a long time! Yes, I'm planning Fred and George
havoc in my head. You'd think it'd be easy since I terrorize my friends, but no....!
ER- Here's your next fic fix!
hermionegreen- He really didn't get much of a chance, did he? Ah well, Harry will find out more
eventually. Harry really didn't learn a whole load about the Marauders until third
year. He'll probably learn a little more between now and then, though. Thanks.
Stupid Gryffindor- Really, Gryffindor, you should know by now I play both sides of you and Amelia.
The harp knid of came out of no where. I mean, I really want the Celtic lap harp
I told you about, and it just popped into my mind, so I thought Harry might as
well have it.
Phoenix Lumen- Here you go!
Aravis Traitre- You're welcome!
DarkWitch16- Thanks!
(November 27-28, 2003)