AR/DM: I love to write. And I have a new idea for a sequel to my Love Portal Problems (my main story on my other name). Aren't you proud of me ^_^ lolz. Anyway, read, review, and enjoy this new fic!
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I awoke to a strangled yell that sounded distinctly like...
"Ron!" Alice yelled as she shot out of bed. She rushed out of the dormitory and I quickly ran with her. We met Ron and Harry in the common room. Alice immediately rushed forward and wrapped Ron in a strangling hug. "Oh, Ron, what happened? Are you alright?"
"Yah," Ron gasped, "I'm fine. But Black...Black's here."
Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and Professor McGonagall came in. "Now, really, enough's enough. I'm delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!"
Percy tried to explain that Ron was simply having a dream, when Ron, in outrage, said that he had not and that Black had really been here. Professor McGonagall demanded how, and Ron told her to ask Sir Cadogan. We waited with batted breath as Professor McGonagall spoke to Cadogan. Then she came back in, her face very white.
Her voice shook as she spoke, "Which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?"
Next to me, Neville let out a small squeak and raised his hand.
"Oh, Neville," gasped Alice as she moved to comfort him. Both Ron and Harry stopped her.
Professor McGonagall was shaking with furry. "Neville Longbottom, I shall be speaking to the headmaster and your grandmother about this. I am very disappointed in you." Then, she whisked out of the common room.
Neville sank into a chair near the fire and Alice rushed to his side.
"I am such and idiot," he sobbed into his hands.
Alice stroked his head and shushed him just like a mother would.
"I'm sorry, Ron...Harry. It would have been my fault if you had died.
"It's ok, Neville," Harry said kindly, "We don't blame you."
Neville continued to sob, "I should be expelled. I'm no good at wizardry."
"Nonsense Neville," I cooed, "Professor Dumbledore won't expel you. Anyone could have made your mistake."
Alice smiled at me and got up from where she knelt. She walked quietly up to the dormitory. Later she told me that she couldn't stand to stay there while everyone was so serious.
I don't know whether Alice slept that night, but I know everyone else didn't. We were all so worried about whether Black had gotten away again.
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[Hi Father,] I wrote. My hand was shaking so badly that it was hard to hold my quill.
[What's wrong, Alice?] Asked my father, [Why are you writing so late?]
[Sirius Black came into the Gryffindor Tower and attacked my friend, Ron Weasley.]
[Ron Weasley? Isn't he one of Potter's friends?]
[Yes. Why?]
[It seems strange to me that Black would attack one of Potter's friends.]
[It doesn't seem strange to me. Black probably thought Ron's bed was Harry's. What's odd to me is that he didn't just kill Ron and then moved on. He doesn't seem to care much about killing people.]
[You mean about how he supposedly handed me the Potters?]
[Well yah. I mean, James was his best friend, wasn't he? That's an awful thing to do.]
[Black didn't hand me the Potters,] Father told me, [It was Peter Pettegrew who did. He had once been one of Potter's best friends. I believe Black was the Potters' secret keeper and the one that convinced them to switch to Pettegrew, or Wormtail, as I call him. But no one knew accept Pettegrew, Black, and of course the Potters. That's why Wormtail's betrayal was so complete.]
I stared at these words, [But...Black killed Wormtail.]
[Oh, I have not doubt that he did.]
[No, he also killed thirteen muggles in the process. Then he was taken by the Ministry and sent to Azkaban. He escaped, and is now hiding somewhere. No one knows for sure where he is. Why do you think he's trying to kill Harry?]
[Perhaps he went mad in Azkaban, I don't know. But he isn't doing it out of loyalty for me.] Father assured me.
I decided to let the issued drop, [I'm tired, Father. I'm going to bed.]
[Very well, Alice. Good night.]
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I awoke to a strangled yell that sounded distinctly like...
"Ron!" Alice yelled as she shot out of bed. She rushed out of the dormitory and I quickly ran with her. We met Ron and Harry in the common room. Alice immediately rushed forward and wrapped Ron in a strangling hug. "Oh, Ron, what happened? Are you alright?"
"Yah," Ron gasped, "I'm fine. But Black...Black's here."
Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and Professor McGonagall came in. "Now, really, enough's enough. I'm delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!"
Percy tried to explain that Ron was simply having a dream, when Ron, in outrage, said that he had not and that Black had really been here. Professor McGonagall demanded how, and Ron told her to ask Sir Cadogan. We waited with batted breath as Professor McGonagall spoke to Cadogan. Then she came back in, her face very white.
Her voice shook as she spoke, "Which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?"
Next to me, Neville let out a small squeak and raised his hand.
"Oh, Neville," gasped Alice as she moved to comfort him. Both Ron and Harry stopped her.
Professor McGonagall was shaking with furry. "Neville Longbottom, I shall be speaking to the headmaster and your grandmother about this. I am very disappointed in you." Then, she whisked out of the common room.
Neville sank into a chair near the fire and Alice rushed to his side.
"I am such and idiot," he sobbed into his hands.
Alice stroked his head and shushed him just like a mother would.
"I'm sorry, Ron...Harry. It would have been my fault if you had died.
"It's ok, Neville," Harry said kindly, "We don't blame you."
Neville continued to sob, "I should be expelled. I'm no good at wizardry."
"Nonsense Neville," I cooed, "Professor Dumbledore won't expel you. Anyone could have made your mistake."
Alice smiled at me and got up from where she knelt. She walked quietly up to the dormitory. Later she told me that she couldn't stand to stay there while everyone was so serious.
I don't know whether Alice slept that night, but I know everyone else didn't. We were all so worried about whether Black had gotten away again.
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[Hi Father,] I wrote. My hand was shaking so badly that it was hard to hold my quill.
[What's wrong, Alice?] Asked my father, [Why are you writing so late?]
[Sirius Black came into the Gryffindor Tower and attacked my friend, Ron Weasley.]
[Ron Weasley? Isn't he one of Potter's friends?]
[Yes. Why?]
[It seems strange to me that Black would attack one of Potter's friends.]
[It doesn't seem strange to me. Black probably thought Ron's bed was Harry's. What's odd to me is that he didn't just kill Ron and then moved on. He doesn't seem to care much about killing people.]
[You mean about how he supposedly handed me the Potters?]
[Well yah. I mean, James was his best friend, wasn't he? That's an awful thing to do.]
[Black didn't hand me the Potters,] Father told me, [It was Peter Pettegrew who did. He had once been one of Potter's best friends. I believe Black was the Potters' secret keeper and the one that convinced them to switch to Pettegrew, or Wormtail, as I call him. But no one knew accept Pettegrew, Black, and of course the Potters. That's why Wormtail's betrayal was so complete.]
I stared at these words, [But...Black killed Wormtail.]
[Oh, I have not doubt that he did.]
[No, he also killed thirteen muggles in the process. Then he was taken by the Ministry and sent to Azkaban. He escaped, and is now hiding somewhere. No one knows for sure where he is. Why do you think he's trying to kill Harry?]
[Perhaps he went mad in Azkaban, I don't know. But he isn't doing it out of loyalty for me.] Father assured me.
I decided to let the issued drop, [I'm tired, Father. I'm going to bed.]
[Very well, Alice. Good night.]