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Utuku: Heehee, will Orion ever find out who Snuffles is? Maybe ^^ Ooo, Orion and Hogsmeade? **grins evilly** That's in chapter 10 i think -i wrote an excerpt for it but i dunno where to put it yet =S
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Lilly Black1: **blush**
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Chapter Nine
Orion was bored. And, to make matters worse, only two of her surprises had been found. At least it would be breakfast soon, but until then she was stuck staring at a piece of parchment that was supposed to have her Potions essay written on it, but so far only had half of a paragraph scribbled onto its surface.
"What are the uses and possible side-effects of using a Speechless Potion?
The uses and possible side effects of using a Speechless Potion vary, depending on how much the drinker consumes, and if the Potion has been diluted and correctly made."
"What time did you get up?"
The voice, coming from the boy's staircase, startled her from the staring she had been doing.
"What? Oh, hiya Harry." she greeted, "I don't know -haven't got a watch."
Harry grinned and plopped onto one of the armchairs. "Me either -went swimming with mine on last year. Turns out it wasn't waterproofed."
"Really?"
"I know! It was an okay watch too, but I've still got an alarm clock,"
"So you didn't take that for a quick dip then?"
He laughed, "No, so I know what the time is, it's about six o'clock."
"Great -you can help me write this potions essay!"
Harry pulled out some parchment, a quill and ink from his robes, "And you can help with mine ready for Ron later."
***
Harry put his head on the desk. Another lesson, another lecture on their OWL's.
The first time, he understood, the second time, he figured all right, and now? The fifth time? He'd given up caring. He already knew that the OWL's were important, and he had to do his best in every subject -he didn't need to be told repeatedly, time after time again. But apparently Professor Flitwick didn't heed annoyed thoughts and continued his lecture for a harrowing five minutes more before closing up and beginning on the actual lesson… all about Disabling Charms.
Harry groaned.
***
Orion trunched across the frost hardened grass with the rest of the Gryffindors feeling ever so slightly proud of herself. Ever so slightly.
A fourth year had found the enchanted mousetraps and they snapped at his heels for a good five minutes -it was very entertaining and very fulfilling for the prank setter… also known as her.
Her good mood was only dulled when they halted outside the greenhouses for Herbology.
Professor Sprout appeared behind Greenhouse Four as the Hufflepuffs arrived and clapped her gloved hands.
"Today we'll be in here with the Projectus Acana so get your gloves ready."
Inside the greenhouse it was, thankfully, a lot warmer so the tightly clasped cloaks that everybody was huddling in were shed and hung up quickly.
"As you are aware, this year you will be taking your OWL's in all your subjects. The exam for Herbology will be half-practical and half-theory: first you'll be shown plants and have to do something with them, and then you'll be given a situation and you'll have to explain how you'd sort it out.
"Everybody understand? Good, now that that's out of the way we can begin with the lesson."
Orion, try as she might, couldn't pay attention enough for it to stay in her mind, however, she was paired with Hermione and couldn't go completely wrong -which was definitely a good thing.
"Hermione, Peppy here is trying to eat my fingers!"
"Well don't let it, and why is it called Peppy?"
Dodging the snapping jaws, she struggled with the wriggling plant to hold it's 'jaw' open for Hermione.
"It needs a name -we are about to pull three of its teeth out."
"It needs to be done, hold it -"
"Peppy."
" -Peppy, still."
"By the way, I still can't believe Peppy doesn't get any anaesthetic!"
"Orion!"
"Alright, alright…"
"There!" Hermione dropped a large orange tooth onto the white plate while Orion continued to fight the jaws.
"Hurry up, Hermione!"
Neville, who'd finished already, popped up behind her.
"If you hold it here," he moved her hands, "and here it can't move, see?"
Relaxing a little, she nodded.
"Thanks Neville! It felt like I was fighting a bull or something!"
Neville's face brightened and he went back to his pair with a Hufflepuff girl.
"Hey, Hermione, I'm ready now!"
***
"Hey 'Mione how'd your teeth come?"
Ron sat next to Hermione, and Harry opposite next to where Orion had her head on her arms.
"Easily, but from the spectacle you were making I guess not so for you?"
Harry held up a slightly bruised hand, as did Ron.
"They were stuck!" The redhead defended.
"I'm sure they were," Hermione soothed, "Now stop yelling so loudly -Orion's asleep."
Ron, for his part, looked pointedly around the Great Hall which was very noisy, but she ignored him and answered Harry's questioning look,
"She was up before two thirty this morning -that's when I woke up for a drink, because she wasn't there and she had a really long detention with Snape earlier too."
"She was in the Common room," said Harry, "Or she was at six-ish when I can down and we did most of the Potions essay -yes Ron you can copy it -she's pretty clever really, isn't she?"
Not being able to answer straight away due to the sandwich in her mouth, she nodded instead before explaining.
"I didn't think she would be stupid. Even with the one-to-one classes she still caught up four years in one summer holiday.
"Tell me you two," she continued in a whisper, "Have noticed how similar she and you are?"
Ron grinned.
"They both got black hair."
But Harry shook his head,
"I don't see it."
Hermione threw her hands in the air,
"You could pass as brother and sister! How can you not see it?"
Ron gave her a funny look, as did Harry.
"Her last name is Taylor -not Potter, Hermione. Maybe her parents have got black hair. Don't you girl talk about that kind of thing?"
She gave him a smothering Look,
"No, not everyday -it's the second day of school and I've known her for just as long as you."
"So that's a no then."
Whatever reply she had was cut off by the bell sounding to end lunch and Orion blinking meekly in the light as she sat up and stretched. Harry smiled at her as they exchanged condolences about their next lesson and watched her from his position behind next to Ron and Hermione. He may have said nothing about it to Hermione but she was right. Orion did look awful familiar…
*
"Harry! Get over here!" Fred, George and the rest of the Quidditch team were seated in one corner of the room in deep discussion over something.
"We're voting on the new Quidditch captain -you want to nominate anyone?"
Harry looked at their faces, "Why? You guys have been on the team a lot longer than me."
"Just nominate, Harry." said Angelina,
"Fine -I nominate… you."
"Great! Then it's decided," George said, "Angelina is the new captain, Harry is vice captain and we're all happy!"
Re-take, please.
"Whoah -slow down, how'd that happen? Why am I vice-captain?"
The rest of the team grinned deviously at him,
"We already voted and you and Angelina were drawing,"
"And then you voted for her,"
"So she's captain and you're vice,"
"Got it?"
Harry barely had time to nod before Fred finished,
"Good."
*
Harry fell onto the floor next to Ron and Hermione and ignored their expectant looks. He had just spent the last hour helping to organise the Quidditch tryouts for a new Keeper, which he quickly informed Ron of -Friday, four o'clock, Quidditch pitch.
"Orion's gone to her detention again." said Hermione,
"And rumour has it that Neville is pining for her already," Ron grinned.
Harry raised an eyebrow,
"Rumour being Lavender and Parvati?"
"Yeah."
Need I say more?
"Reckon it's true? That Neville fancies her?"
Apparently I do.
"No -just 'cause they talk without him stumbling over his words or Orion bursting into fits of giggles doesn't mean that one of them fancies the other; look at you and Hermione,"
Bad example Harry, very bad example.
"Or Hermione and me."
Better.
"What time do you think she'll be done? I didn't hear her come back last night."
Ron pulled a face,
"Not 'til midnight: Snape's a right gi-"
Hermione jumped in, "RON!"
*
Orion sat bolt up right, a silent scream on her lips as she recovered her bearings and tried to still her shaking hands.
The nightmares were getting worse, or at least more vivid.
The ones in masks and hoods were torturing the woman again. And again she barely screamed once. Again they laughed. Again she escaped but was finally killed in the chase outside the building.
Again, Orion cried.
She didn't like crying -crying was generally a bad thing to do in an orphanage and with the Williams. Besides, crying meant being afraid and Orion was never afraid.
That, however, didn't stop the barely stifled sob that found its way out as she fumbled around for a sweatshirt and shoes, and snuck out of the dormitory with the moon illuminating the wet tracks on her face.
Hermione stared at the bed curtains; Orion had been muttering in her sleep about something. If she hadn't have been working over an Arithmacy problem, she never would've been awake to hear her cry but what should she do? They'd barely know each other a week!
She never heard her leave.
***
Orion walked, although a more accurate description might've been to say that she meandered mindlessly, too wrapped up in her thoughts to take note of where her feet were taking her.
She as trying to remember her family; she had to have had parents at one point, but how did they die? Why was she alive? What was with the name? Why wasn't she called Rachel, or Katrina or Emma? Why Orion?
Finding herself outside and shivering, her eyes rose automatically to find her constellation and then she looked for others -the Plough, the Dog Star the Big and Little Bears…
The constellations were something she'd known as long as she could remember. Looking at the stars sparked something in her mind somewhere: happiness, laughter, a feeling of safety that she hadn't felt for a long time.
Of course, the stars also reminded her of the nightmares, but that was different -the stars just happened to be there when the woman was crying and dying.
Finally, Orion moved from the spot she'd at some point sat on and made her way back to Gryffindor Tower. The sky was loosing its dense, almost purple darkness as dawn tried to get its first foothold.
The rest of the week wasn't too bad, as far as school weeks went -she finished her detentions with Snape (which didn't get any better than the eels and certainly only got steadily worse), Ron tried for the Quidditch team and made it (though there wasn't much competition and it was really between him and a seventh year out of all twenty-three candidates) and the new Defence teacher was 'alright'-as termed by Ron and Harry, even though Orion kept her reservations to herself, she still didn't agree with them. There was something about Professor Tasny that didn't feel right -it was like she'd met her before but forgotten where, when, and why so all that was left was a vague memory.
It was very annoying.
***
Dumbledore stood at the front of a large, magically extended basement on a podium so everybody could see him., even though it looked less like a basement and more like an expensive hall that occasionally creaked.
The walls were painted a neutral tan, but the bright red and gold borders gave it a nice touch; Fawkes' perch sat above and to the left of the podium like an omnipresent demi-God.
Before the podium rows of chairs were set out and almost all of them were filled with witches and wizards from all over Great Britain.
"I trust you all know why you are here," He addressed them with a sombre tone that quietened the light chatter instantly, "If not I will quickly go over the main points.
"This is the first meeting of the Order of the Phoenix since Voldemorts last rise to power.
Many of you have been working with the Order over the summer; some of you have merely been observing the magical community since you were alerted to Voldemorts return last summer.
"From now onwards, this will be our headquarters, and it is imperative you tell no-one even of it's existence because once Voldemort knows of it her won't stop until it is destroyed.
"He knows we are dangerous -quite possibly his biggest threat since the Ministry of Magic refuses to acknowledge his existence. But at the moment he doesn't know we have re-formed.
"I believe that's all I wanted to say at his meeting, the main purpose is for some of you to reacquaint yourselves, so, please help yourselves to some food and drink and have a bit of a chat!"
With a wave of his hand two tables laden with food and pumpkin juice appeared to one side of the room and a murmur began to rise between the Order.
Sirius looked at Remus,
"Like my basement? Pretty impressive, huh?"
"Very Padfoot. Have you written back to Harry et?" Remus asked the question, knowing the anwer.
A pained expression crossed his face for a few moments,
"I started to write it this morning."
"But?"
"I couldn't finish it. Why don't you just send yours? I'll give mine to him when he comes to Hogsmeade."
"Just write it Sirius -you don't have to tell him everything."
"I can't lie to him!" he exclaimed.
"Don't then!" said Remus, exasperated. Trying to make Sirius see something was extremely hard and always had been, "Tell; him she was your girlfriend -its true when that was taken. You don't have to tell him about how it ended and the baby."
"But Jessa was practically best friends with Lily!" Sirius argued.
"Then tell him that, if you want too."
Sirius leant forward, putting his head in his hands and said nothing. Knowing there was nothing more he could say at that moment, Remus put a hand on his shoulder and made a bee-line for Dumbledore, who was munching on a Pringle.
"You have to tell hum, Headmaster, before he finds out some other way."
Professor Dumbledore sighed and looked at Sirius sadly,
"It was hard enough to get this far -the Ministry just wouldn't allow it."
"The Ministry would say red was white if it could." Remus growled.
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A/N: Waddya think? Please r/r because i'm not too sure about this chapter :S BUT Chapter Ten is gonna be reeeeaally important -some plot lines are gonna come together and a few more are gonna be introduced in Chapter Eleven =D I've been planning it out in detail and speeded it up a bit!
Review Thank Yous-
Utuku: Heehee, will Orion ever find out who Snuffles is? Maybe ^^ Ooo, Orion and Hogsmeade? **grins evilly** That's in chapter 10 i think -i wrote an excerpt for it but i dunno where to put it yet =S
Lady Beriaron: Merci!
Lilly Black1: **blush**
Delphi: Ack! if Mrs. Pshycho-Laydee ever found this i might DIE!!
Darienetta Stoke: why would Orion want to meet Sirius?
I've made a mailing list so you can be e-mailed when i update -just leave your e-mail address in your review and say you wanna be added =)
Please R/R! :)
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Chapter Nine
Orion was bored. And, to make matters worse, only two of her surprises had been found. At least it would be breakfast soon, but until then she was stuck staring at a piece of parchment that was supposed to have her Potions essay written on it, but so far only had half of a paragraph scribbled onto its surface.
"What are the uses and possible side-effects of using a Speechless Potion?
The uses and possible side effects of using a Speechless Potion vary, depending on how much the drinker consumes, and if the Potion has been diluted and correctly made."
"What time did you get up?"
The voice, coming from the boy's staircase, startled her from the staring she had been doing.
"What? Oh, hiya Harry." she greeted, "I don't know -haven't got a watch."
Harry grinned and plopped onto one of the armchairs. "Me either -went swimming with mine on last year. Turns out it wasn't waterproofed."
"Really?"
"I know! It was an okay watch too, but I've still got an alarm clock,"
"So you didn't take that for a quick dip then?"
He laughed, "No, so I know what the time is, it's about six o'clock."
"Great -you can help me write this potions essay!"
Harry pulled out some parchment, a quill and ink from his robes, "And you can help with mine ready for Ron later."
***
Harry put his head on the desk. Another lesson, another lecture on their OWL's.
The first time, he understood, the second time, he figured all right, and now? The fifth time? He'd given up caring. He already knew that the OWL's were important, and he had to do his best in every subject -he didn't need to be told repeatedly, time after time again. But apparently Professor Flitwick didn't heed annoyed thoughts and continued his lecture for a harrowing five minutes more before closing up and beginning on the actual lesson… all about Disabling Charms.
Harry groaned.
***
Orion trunched across the frost hardened grass with the rest of the Gryffindors feeling ever so slightly proud of herself. Ever so slightly.
A fourth year had found the enchanted mousetraps and they snapped at his heels for a good five minutes -it was very entertaining and very fulfilling for the prank setter… also known as her.
Her good mood was only dulled when they halted outside the greenhouses for Herbology.
Professor Sprout appeared behind Greenhouse Four as the Hufflepuffs arrived and clapped her gloved hands.
"Today we'll be in here with the Projectus Acana so get your gloves ready."
Inside the greenhouse it was, thankfully, a lot warmer so the tightly clasped cloaks that everybody was huddling in were shed and hung up quickly.
"As you are aware, this year you will be taking your OWL's in all your subjects. The exam for Herbology will be half-practical and half-theory: first you'll be shown plants and have to do something with them, and then you'll be given a situation and you'll have to explain how you'd sort it out.
"Everybody understand? Good, now that that's out of the way we can begin with the lesson."
Orion, try as she might, couldn't pay attention enough for it to stay in her mind, however, she was paired with Hermione and couldn't go completely wrong -which was definitely a good thing.
"Hermione, Peppy here is trying to eat my fingers!"
"Well don't let it, and why is it called Peppy?"
Dodging the snapping jaws, she struggled with the wriggling plant to hold it's 'jaw' open for Hermione.
"It needs a name -we are about to pull three of its teeth out."
"It needs to be done, hold it -"
"Peppy."
" -Peppy, still."
"By the way, I still can't believe Peppy doesn't get any anaesthetic!"
"Orion!"
"Alright, alright…"
"There!" Hermione dropped a large orange tooth onto the white plate while Orion continued to fight the jaws.
"Hurry up, Hermione!"
Neville, who'd finished already, popped up behind her.
"If you hold it here," he moved her hands, "and here it can't move, see?"
Relaxing a little, she nodded.
"Thanks Neville! It felt like I was fighting a bull or something!"
Neville's face brightened and he went back to his pair with a Hufflepuff girl.
"Hey, Hermione, I'm ready now!"
***
"Hey 'Mione how'd your teeth come?"
Ron sat next to Hermione, and Harry opposite next to where Orion had her head on her arms.
"Easily, but from the spectacle you were making I guess not so for you?"
Harry held up a slightly bruised hand, as did Ron.
"They were stuck!" The redhead defended.
"I'm sure they were," Hermione soothed, "Now stop yelling so loudly -Orion's asleep."
Ron, for his part, looked pointedly around the Great Hall which was very noisy, but she ignored him and answered Harry's questioning look,
"She was up before two thirty this morning -that's when I woke up for a drink, because she wasn't there and she had a really long detention with Snape earlier too."
"She was in the Common room," said Harry, "Or she was at six-ish when I can down and we did most of the Potions essay -yes Ron you can copy it -she's pretty clever really, isn't she?"
Not being able to answer straight away due to the sandwich in her mouth, she nodded instead before explaining.
"I didn't think she would be stupid. Even with the one-to-one classes she still caught up four years in one summer holiday.
"Tell me you two," she continued in a whisper, "Have noticed how similar she and you are?"
Ron grinned.
"They both got black hair."
But Harry shook his head,
"I don't see it."
Hermione threw her hands in the air,
"You could pass as brother and sister! How can you not see it?"
Ron gave her a funny look, as did Harry.
"Her last name is Taylor -not Potter, Hermione. Maybe her parents have got black hair. Don't you girl talk about that kind of thing?"
She gave him a smothering Look,
"No, not everyday -it's the second day of school and I've known her for just as long as you."
"So that's a no then."
Whatever reply she had was cut off by the bell sounding to end lunch and Orion blinking meekly in the light as she sat up and stretched. Harry smiled at her as they exchanged condolences about their next lesson and watched her from his position behind next to Ron and Hermione. He may have said nothing about it to Hermione but she was right. Orion did look awful familiar…
*
"Harry! Get over here!" Fred, George and the rest of the Quidditch team were seated in one corner of the room in deep discussion over something.
"We're voting on the new Quidditch captain -you want to nominate anyone?"
Harry looked at their faces, "Why? You guys have been on the team a lot longer than me."
"Just nominate, Harry." said Angelina,
"Fine -I nominate… you."
"Great! Then it's decided," George said, "Angelina is the new captain, Harry is vice captain and we're all happy!"
Re-take, please.
"Whoah -slow down, how'd that happen? Why am I vice-captain?"
The rest of the team grinned deviously at him,
"We already voted and you and Angelina were drawing,"
"And then you voted for her,"
"So she's captain and you're vice,"
"Got it?"
Harry barely had time to nod before Fred finished,
"Good."
*
Harry fell onto the floor next to Ron and Hermione and ignored their expectant looks. He had just spent the last hour helping to organise the Quidditch tryouts for a new Keeper, which he quickly informed Ron of -Friday, four o'clock, Quidditch pitch.
"Orion's gone to her detention again." said Hermione,
"And rumour has it that Neville is pining for her already," Ron grinned.
Harry raised an eyebrow,
"Rumour being Lavender and Parvati?"
"Yeah."
Need I say more?
"Reckon it's true? That Neville fancies her?"
Apparently I do.
"No -just 'cause they talk without him stumbling over his words or Orion bursting into fits of giggles doesn't mean that one of them fancies the other; look at you and Hermione,"
Bad example Harry, very bad example.
"Or Hermione and me."
Better.
"What time do you think she'll be done? I didn't hear her come back last night."
Ron pulled a face,
"Not 'til midnight: Snape's a right gi-"
Hermione jumped in, "RON!"
*
Orion sat bolt up right, a silent scream on her lips as she recovered her bearings and tried to still her shaking hands.
The nightmares were getting worse, or at least more vivid.
The ones in masks and hoods were torturing the woman again. And again she barely screamed once. Again they laughed. Again she escaped but was finally killed in the chase outside the building.
Again, Orion cried.
She didn't like crying -crying was generally a bad thing to do in an orphanage and with the Williams. Besides, crying meant being afraid and Orion was never afraid.
That, however, didn't stop the barely stifled sob that found its way out as she fumbled around for a sweatshirt and shoes, and snuck out of the dormitory with the moon illuminating the wet tracks on her face.
Hermione stared at the bed curtains; Orion had been muttering in her sleep about something. If she hadn't have been working over an Arithmacy problem, she never would've been awake to hear her cry but what should she do? They'd barely know each other a week!
She never heard her leave.
***
Orion walked, although a more accurate description might've been to say that she meandered mindlessly, too wrapped up in her thoughts to take note of where her feet were taking her.
She as trying to remember her family; she had to have had parents at one point, but how did they die? Why was she alive? What was with the name? Why wasn't she called Rachel, or Katrina or Emma? Why Orion?
Finding herself outside and shivering, her eyes rose automatically to find her constellation and then she looked for others -the Plough, the Dog Star the Big and Little Bears…
The constellations were something she'd known as long as she could remember. Looking at the stars sparked something in her mind somewhere: happiness, laughter, a feeling of safety that she hadn't felt for a long time.
Of course, the stars also reminded her of the nightmares, but that was different -the stars just happened to be there when the woman was crying and dying.
Finally, Orion moved from the spot she'd at some point sat on and made her way back to Gryffindor Tower. The sky was loosing its dense, almost purple darkness as dawn tried to get its first foothold.
The rest of the week wasn't too bad, as far as school weeks went -she finished her detentions with Snape (which didn't get any better than the eels and certainly only got steadily worse), Ron tried for the Quidditch team and made it (though there wasn't much competition and it was really between him and a seventh year out of all twenty-three candidates) and the new Defence teacher was 'alright'-as termed by Ron and Harry, even though Orion kept her reservations to herself, she still didn't agree with them. There was something about Professor Tasny that didn't feel right -it was like she'd met her before but forgotten where, when, and why so all that was left was a vague memory.
It was very annoying.
***
Dumbledore stood at the front of a large, magically extended basement on a podium so everybody could see him., even though it looked less like a basement and more like an expensive hall that occasionally creaked.
The walls were painted a neutral tan, but the bright red and gold borders gave it a nice touch; Fawkes' perch sat above and to the left of the podium like an omnipresent demi-God.
Before the podium rows of chairs were set out and almost all of them were filled with witches and wizards from all over Great Britain.
"I trust you all know why you are here," He addressed them with a sombre tone that quietened the light chatter instantly, "If not I will quickly go over the main points.
"This is the first meeting of the Order of the Phoenix since Voldemorts last rise to power.
Many of you have been working with the Order over the summer; some of you have merely been observing the magical community since you were alerted to Voldemorts return last summer.
"From now onwards, this will be our headquarters, and it is imperative you tell no-one even of it's existence because once Voldemort knows of it her won't stop until it is destroyed.
"He knows we are dangerous -quite possibly his biggest threat since the Ministry of Magic refuses to acknowledge his existence. But at the moment he doesn't know we have re-formed.
"I believe that's all I wanted to say at his meeting, the main purpose is for some of you to reacquaint yourselves, so, please help yourselves to some food and drink and have a bit of a chat!"
With a wave of his hand two tables laden with food and pumpkin juice appeared to one side of the room and a murmur began to rise between the Order.
Sirius looked at Remus,
"Like my basement? Pretty impressive, huh?"
"Very Padfoot. Have you written back to Harry et?" Remus asked the question, knowing the anwer.
A pained expression crossed his face for a few moments,
"I started to write it this morning."
"But?"
"I couldn't finish it. Why don't you just send yours? I'll give mine to him when he comes to Hogsmeade."
"Just write it Sirius -you don't have to tell him everything."
"I can't lie to him!" he exclaimed.
"Don't then!" said Remus, exasperated. Trying to make Sirius see something was extremely hard and always had been, "Tell; him she was your girlfriend -its true when that was taken. You don't have to tell him about how it ended and the baby."
"But Jessa was practically best friends with Lily!" Sirius argued.
"Then tell him that, if you want too."
Sirius leant forward, putting his head in his hands and said nothing. Knowing there was nothing more he could say at that moment, Remus put a hand on his shoulder and made a bee-line for Dumbledore, who was munching on a Pringle.
"You have to tell hum, Headmaster, before he finds out some other way."
Professor Dumbledore sighed and looked at Sirius sadly,
"It was hard enough to get this far -the Ministry just wouldn't allow it."
"The Ministry would say red was white if it could." Remus growled.
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A/N: Waddya think? Please r/r because i'm not too sure about this chapter :S BUT Chapter Ten is gonna be reeeeaally important -some plot lines are gonna come together and a few more are gonna be introduced in Chapter Eleven =D I've been planning it out in detail and speeded it up a bit!