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By the time the first guest had arrived an hour later, Harry sat on the couch Hermione in his arms. She didn't even hear the doorbell ring the first time or Ron leading the first guest through. "Remember Harry, I love you... you can't do yourself in like that. I don't know what I'd do without you." Harry comforted her rubbing her back lightly as they hugged. "Hem, Hermione aren't you going to introduce me?"
The first guest was a rather breathtaking young woman with whom Ron seemed much taken with. She stood at five foot five with long bronze hair and blue eyes. "Remember they don't know about US." She whispered to Harry then broke away from him still clutching his hands as if afraid he would suddenly pull out a knife and end it there in front of them all.
"Erica, this is my friend Ron, and this... is Harry... someone who is just a bit more then a friend." She said winking at him. Harry at that would have usually, blushed, or shown a reaction of some sort. But this time he didn't even look at them. Hermione still clutched his hands tight, and seemed reluctant to let go but did so to lead her friend to the pool. "I'll... join you guys in a while." Harry said. "No knife. I promise. I just need to change bandages."
Erica gave Harry an odd sort of look, Hermione gave him a searching look, and Ron gave Erica an 'I'm-drooling' look. As soon as he was alone he sat back and closed his eyes. An idea ran through his head. He just hoped he had enough money. He first went to his room where he changed the bandages as he was commanded to do by Hermione, then opened his trunk and pulled out his money sack. Should he go now or go down to the party and go tomorrow? Well, he'd compromise; he'd rush to Diagon Alley and then hurry back. First however he wrote a letter to George Weasly. He dashed back outside and let out a yell.
"Hermione, I'll be back in half an hour. I have to buy something! And I'm meeting a member of the DA" He said waving to Hermione who was currently with a group of girls who had showed up while he was upstairs.
Ron was currently talking with Erica their bare feet dangling in the pool. By the looks of things it was working out because as Harry watched she leaned over and whispered in Ron's ear, whatever she said was enough to make him turn bright red and pull back looking almost shocked. This seemed to make her laugh, and for the first time in so long, it made Harry laugh.
Harry stood outside Hermione's house and making sure no one was looking, drew his wand out. How lucky he was that no one was around. He stepped onto the bus and paid enough for a bottle of water. "Hullo there Harry, you wanted to meet with me?" After taking a seat beside George, Harry sat down. "You're the only place I could turn to truly. You're folks and brothers and sister just wouldn't... truly know how to deal with this. After last year, though..." He had walked into the Gryffindor common room one early morning and had walked in on none other then George Weasly. George had had a knife in his hand and had obviously been thinking along the lines that Harry had been earlier this morning.
"I need your help George. You've saved my bacon plenty of times in Quidditch, will you save it again for me?" George nodded lightly and examined the bandages on Harry's wrist. "Then help me... George I want you to wipe my memory. I want to forget Sirius. I want to know nothing about him but an unconnected name. No memories. As soon as I sort of, put a copy of them in a pensive, if I can find one, then wipe it." George put a hand to his chin as if in thought. "Are you absolutely sure of this?" Harry nodded. "I'll lock the pensive up in my safe at Gringotts then you make me forget. But not the memory of me locking it up. I want to be able to access the Pensive if anything ever... calls for it. Do we have a deal?"
George nodded reluctantly and soon they stood inside a shop filled with various items, none of which he examined. "Hello Mr. Weasly, how's business? And look its Mr. Potter, how I can help you." Harry nodded towards a row of pensive. "I need a pensive to keep some important memories in so I can wipe the original from my head." The shop keeper didn't as questions, instead he pulled one down, money was exchanged and Harry acquired the Pensive.
Fifteen minutes later he stood outside of his Gringotts vault, Bill and George beside him. "George one moment." HE ran through every memory of Sirius, or information of Sirius taking each out and placing a copy of it in the pensive as he thought it. Even though at the end he was crying and wasn't ashamed of it, he turned away as he placed the pensive in his vault. "Now do it George, before I chicken out."
Though George hesitated a moment he raised his wand eventually. "OBLIVIATE!" In a flash of light he felt an odd feeling run through him as he lost knowledge and memories. A moment later, in regards to Sirius Black, the name was all he knew. He also knew there used to be something special about the person behind the name but couldn't place it. He also knew that he was happy about that. When he looked up George and Bill both looked very exhausted and he knew they were... mentally. But he was twice as much, and this sensation was erased by a kind of goofy happiness. Harry didn't know what he had put in the pensive... but apparently it had been the major source of his sadness for he was happy as could be now, and he paused for a moment to wonder what it had been... after a bit of walking down Diagon alley like that he let his mind go back to the sense of joy he had at being with Hermione, who he truly loved, and with Ron.
Harry caught the knight bus and grinning at Stan and Ern he said. "Back to where you picked me up if you please!"
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By the time the first guest had arrived an hour later, Harry sat on the couch Hermione in his arms. She didn't even hear the doorbell ring the first time or Ron leading the first guest through. "Remember Harry, I love you... you can't do yourself in like that. I don't know what I'd do without you." Harry comforted her rubbing her back lightly as they hugged. "Hem, Hermione aren't you going to introduce me?"
The first guest was a rather breathtaking young woman with whom Ron seemed much taken with. She stood at five foot five with long bronze hair and blue eyes. "Remember they don't know about US." She whispered to Harry then broke away from him still clutching his hands as if afraid he would suddenly pull out a knife and end it there in front of them all.
"Erica, this is my friend Ron, and this... is Harry... someone who is just a bit more then a friend." She said winking at him. Harry at that would have usually, blushed, or shown a reaction of some sort. But this time he didn't even look at them. Hermione still clutched his hands tight, and seemed reluctant to let go but did so to lead her friend to the pool. "I'll... join you guys in a while." Harry said. "No knife. I promise. I just need to change bandages."
Erica gave Harry an odd sort of look, Hermione gave him a searching look, and Ron gave Erica an 'I'm-drooling' look. As soon as he was alone he sat back and closed his eyes. An idea ran through his head. He just hoped he had enough money. He first went to his room where he changed the bandages as he was commanded to do by Hermione, then opened his trunk and pulled out his money sack. Should he go now or go down to the party and go tomorrow? Well, he'd compromise; he'd rush to Diagon Alley and then hurry back. First however he wrote a letter to George Weasly. He dashed back outside and let out a yell.
"Hermione, I'll be back in half an hour. I have to buy something! And I'm meeting a member of the DA" He said waving to Hermione who was currently with a group of girls who had showed up while he was upstairs.
Ron was currently talking with Erica their bare feet dangling in the pool. By the looks of things it was working out because as Harry watched she leaned over and whispered in Ron's ear, whatever she said was enough to make him turn bright red and pull back looking almost shocked. This seemed to make her laugh, and for the first time in so long, it made Harry laugh.
Harry stood outside Hermione's house and making sure no one was looking, drew his wand out. How lucky he was that no one was around. He stepped onto the bus and paid enough for a bottle of water. "Hullo there Harry, you wanted to meet with me?" After taking a seat beside George, Harry sat down. "You're the only place I could turn to truly. You're folks and brothers and sister just wouldn't... truly know how to deal with this. After last year, though..." He had walked into the Gryffindor common room one early morning and had walked in on none other then George Weasly. George had had a knife in his hand and had obviously been thinking along the lines that Harry had been earlier this morning.
"I need your help George. You've saved my bacon plenty of times in Quidditch, will you save it again for me?" George nodded lightly and examined the bandages on Harry's wrist. "Then help me... George I want you to wipe my memory. I want to forget Sirius. I want to know nothing about him but an unconnected name. No memories. As soon as I sort of, put a copy of them in a pensive, if I can find one, then wipe it." George put a hand to his chin as if in thought. "Are you absolutely sure of this?" Harry nodded. "I'll lock the pensive up in my safe at Gringotts then you make me forget. But not the memory of me locking it up. I want to be able to access the Pensive if anything ever... calls for it. Do we have a deal?"
George nodded reluctantly and soon they stood inside a shop filled with various items, none of which he examined. "Hello Mr. Weasly, how's business? And look its Mr. Potter, how I can help you." Harry nodded towards a row of pensive. "I need a pensive to keep some important memories in so I can wipe the original from my head." The shop keeper didn't as questions, instead he pulled one down, money was exchanged and Harry acquired the Pensive.
Fifteen minutes later he stood outside of his Gringotts vault, Bill and George beside him. "George one moment." HE ran through every memory of Sirius, or information of Sirius taking each out and placing a copy of it in the pensive as he thought it. Even though at the end he was crying and wasn't ashamed of it, he turned away as he placed the pensive in his vault. "Now do it George, before I chicken out."
Though George hesitated a moment he raised his wand eventually. "OBLIVIATE!" In a flash of light he felt an odd feeling run through him as he lost knowledge and memories. A moment later, in regards to Sirius Black, the name was all he knew. He also knew there used to be something special about the person behind the name but couldn't place it. He also knew that he was happy about that. When he looked up George and Bill both looked very exhausted and he knew they were... mentally. But he was twice as much, and this sensation was erased by a kind of goofy happiness. Harry didn't know what he had put in the pensive... but apparently it had been the major source of his sadness for he was happy as could be now, and he paused for a moment to wonder what it had been... after a bit of walking down Diagon alley like that he let his mind go back to the sense of joy he had at being with Hermione, who he truly loved, and with Ron.
Harry caught the knight bus and grinning at Stan and Ern he said. "Back to where you picked me up if you please!"
Now using a tactic some others use... I need five reviews or the next chapter ends in a dangerous cliffy! Have fun!