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Chapter 8: A MOTHER'S LINEAGE AND A GODFATHERS LOVE
Draco glanced at the other three, they were all sitting around the kitchen table drinking tea and wollowing in their own thoughts on Ron's behaviour, well, except for Sirius who was humming annoyingly, and receiving piercing glares from Remus.
Draco sat his mug down and headed upstairs.
He found Harry glaring at the ceiling and muttering to himself about killing a certain redhead.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at Harry who stubbornly refused to look at him.
"Your little tanturm was just soooo muture." Draco said sarcastically. Harry just looked at him. "yeah, well." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well what? Did you really expect him to be won over just cause you and hopefully Hermione like me?"
Harry sighed. "Well, no, but I didn't think he'd run out like that." Draco looked down Harry and grabbed his arm. "Come on, you already spent half the day up here, and it's your birthday. Sirius wants you down stairs pronto."
Harry just rolled his eyes, and allowed himself to be dragged downstairs where Remus, Sirius and Hermione were sitting talking rather loudly.
"Sirius, no matter how much-." But Sirius interupted Hermione. "I don't care who he is, I think we should hex him!" he yelled forcefully. "Sirius calm down. You'll give yourself a heart failure." Remus grinned ryly. "Let's do it now!" Sirius proclaimed passionitly, with a detrimmed look in his eyes. Harry's eyebrows shot up. "I take it your talking about Ron?" he asked, with a hint of amusement. Sirius nodded his head, and looked at harry detrimminedly. "Now, give me the invisiblitly cloak." Harry narrowed his eyes at Sirius. "No."
Sirus seemed taken back by his godson's ready answer. "no? what do you me, no?" "I mean, no, you can't have the invisiblity cloak just so you can hex Ron." Harry said as if he was denying a three year old candy, and Sirius took it like a three year old.
In a annoying pleading voice Sirius replyed, "please, Harry it won't be anything too bad, please?" Harry rolled his eyes at his godfather. "and who's supposed to be the adult in this situation?" he questioned.
"That's right!", Sirius exclaimed. "I am! So, you will give me that invisiblity cloak young man." Sirius said while looking sternly at Harry who looked amused.
"Sirius, you're not going to hex Ron, and you're not getting the invisiblity cloak." Harry said in a tone of authortity. Sirius glared at Harry and sat down grumbling to himself.
Hermione smiled at the pair. Just a little while ago Harry seemed hurt by Ron's behavor, but Sirius seemed to be able to pull his godson out of his depressing thoughts. In fact, it seemed as if Remus and Sirius both had pulled Harry out of his general depression. Cedric's death had hit Harry hard, and if Hermione really thought about it, Harry's reaction to cedric's death seemed to hang over him as a dark shadow, more than his parents' death. And as she watched Harry and Sirius bicker she realized then that her friend was scared. He was scared for all the people in this room, scared he was putting them in danger, and scared he was going to have to be the one to defeat voldemort and scared he'd fail. She supposed he hadn't really talked about voldemort being back, and it worried her. Somewhere in the back of her head, she realized Harry was putting them in danger. But the more she thought about it, the more it didn't seem so important. Sirius and Remus were both already wanted by voldemort, Ron's family was openly against voldmeort, And the dark lord wanted Draco for turning away from him, and getting away, and she was muggleborn. So, when put into perspective, it didn't really make such a difference.
"No Sirius. I don't care if my dad would let you have it. In fact I wouldn't care if my dad came in that door," here he pointed at the kitchen door. "In the flesh and told me he wanted me to give the cloak to you. Because you can not, I repeat, you can not have the invisibility cloak.'
Sirius sat in his chair pouting and muttering, while Draco and Remus snickered at him from the corner. Harry gave them a look, but this to seemed to egg them on as the outright howled with laughter. Harry dramatically threw his arms in the air. "I give up!" he practically shouted. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked no one in particular. Hermione smirked at him. "I could think of a few things."
Harry sat on his bed, admiring his gift from Hermione. It was a snow globe depicting a redheaded fairy sitting on a lily while snow fell softly around her. Magical snow globes' snow fell all the time so there was no need to shake it. It was playing an old fairy song that Hermione said her mother used to sing. But the real surprise was when Draco heard the tune.
"Hey! That's what you were humming earlier." He said while pointing at Sirius, who just give him a broad smile. "I know. Lily used to sing that song all the time."
Hermione practically beamed at this, before going into lecture mode.
"The fairies used to sing it to their young, it was supposed to protect their sons." Sirius nodded his. "Yeah, lily had some fairy blood in her. I think it was her mother's side, but I'm not sure. Their was squib in there somewhere as well, but is was, obviously way down the generation line." Harry looked mildly surprised at this. Remus saw his expression and smile gently at him.
"That's how your mother's lineage, on her mother's side anyway, became muggleborn." "I thought squibs were rare?" Hermione said while looking at Remus curiously. "Well, they are, but lily's family was pure I think 10 or 11 generations back, but then her great- great, oh, whatever, her grandparents had that squib, and that one child only."
Sirius took over from there. "And he married a muggle, and so on and so forth." "How come Hermione's mum knew it?" Draco asked Remus.
Remus frowned at the question. "I don't know..." he trailed off looking curiously at Hermione, who smiled softly at the little globe.
"Actually, in the muggle world it's really well known ." Remus raised his eyebrows. "Where did you get this one from?" he asked. "Well, I saw a globe like it, except it was a blond fairy with a rose, so I went in, the owner didn't have one right then but he said he could make it. I'd been in there before see, so he knows Me.," she said blushing. Harry enveloped her in a hug. "Thanks Hermione!" he said while giving her his grin.
So, as harry listened to the softly playing tune, he started humming. As he was sitting there he heard a soft voice start singing.
"Dance child dance, Through the forest in a trance Run child run, Beneath the morning sun Hide child hide, From the dark night's tide I'll protect you little one, My precious son."
Harry looked up as Sirius stopped singing. He was standing in the doorway, giving Harry a smile he couldn't decipher. He tilted his head a little and looked curiously at his godfather. Sirius walked over to Harry and straightened his head.
"Don't give me that look kid." He said sadly.
"Sirius, what did I-," Sirius shook his head at his 15 year old godson. "You didn't do anything, it's just, you gave me the same look when..." he trailed off. Harry waited patiently for his godfather to continue curious as to way Sirius seemed so upset. "Your mum sang that to you all the time. When you wouldn't sleep at night. The night she, she died, I took you out of the house because, well, it was destroyed." At this he looked at Harry, his eyes clouded over, remembering something Harry couldn't.
"I sang that to you, that was the only time, and you just looked at me like that, as if asking why I was singing, and why lily wasn't."
It was then Harry got some distance reminder of a male singing to him, his voice sorrowful, but young, and unmistakably his godfather's.
"Sirius." Harry wanted to say something, to help his godfather, was undoubtedly hurting still over his parent's death. Sirius smiled sadly at the young boy. "No, Harry. You can't do anything. It's just something that passes." He took Harry's chin in his hand. "It'll pass for you too Harry."
A/n: okay, short note today, a reviewer pointed out that a dark harry generally means an evil harry. I merely meant that it would be a darker harry, we'll see more of his slytherin side coming out. Ok, I thought that was a good place to end it, a real tear- jerker that scene. I must say, I had some difficulty writing it, as some of my friends know. Though, I did enjoyed writing it, so look for more in the next two chapters.
Footnote: this isn't really known in the muggle world, I'd be highly surprised if anyone knew it...
Chapter 8: A MOTHER'S LINEAGE AND A GODFATHERS LOVE
Draco glanced at the other three, they were all sitting around the kitchen table drinking tea and wollowing in their own thoughts on Ron's behaviour, well, except for Sirius who was humming annoyingly, and receiving piercing glares from Remus.
Draco sat his mug down and headed upstairs.
He found Harry glaring at the ceiling and muttering to himself about killing a certain redhead.
Draco crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at Harry who stubbornly refused to look at him.
"Your little tanturm was just soooo muture." Draco said sarcastically. Harry just looked at him. "yeah, well." Draco raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, well what? Did you really expect him to be won over just cause you and hopefully Hermione like me?"
Harry sighed. "Well, no, but I didn't think he'd run out like that." Draco looked down Harry and grabbed his arm. "Come on, you already spent half the day up here, and it's your birthday. Sirius wants you down stairs pronto."
Harry just rolled his eyes, and allowed himself to be dragged downstairs where Remus, Sirius and Hermione were sitting talking rather loudly.
"Sirius, no matter how much-." But Sirius interupted Hermione. "I don't care who he is, I think we should hex him!" he yelled forcefully. "Sirius calm down. You'll give yourself a heart failure." Remus grinned ryly. "Let's do it now!" Sirius proclaimed passionitly, with a detrimmed look in his eyes. Harry's eyebrows shot up. "I take it your talking about Ron?" he asked, with a hint of amusement. Sirius nodded his head, and looked at harry detrimminedly. "Now, give me the invisiblitly cloak." Harry narrowed his eyes at Sirius. "No."
Sirus seemed taken back by his godson's ready answer. "no? what do you me, no?" "I mean, no, you can't have the invisiblity cloak just so you can hex Ron." Harry said as if he was denying a three year old candy, and Sirius took it like a three year old.
In a annoying pleading voice Sirius replyed, "please, Harry it won't be anything too bad, please?" Harry rolled his eyes at his godfather. "and who's supposed to be the adult in this situation?" he questioned.
"That's right!", Sirius exclaimed. "I am! So, you will give me that invisiblity cloak young man." Sirius said while looking sternly at Harry who looked amused.
"Sirius, you're not going to hex Ron, and you're not getting the invisiblity cloak." Harry said in a tone of authortity. Sirius glared at Harry and sat down grumbling to himself.
Hermione smiled at the pair. Just a little while ago Harry seemed hurt by Ron's behavor, but Sirius seemed to be able to pull his godson out of his depressing thoughts. In fact, it seemed as if Remus and Sirius both had pulled Harry out of his general depression. Cedric's death had hit Harry hard, and if Hermione really thought about it, Harry's reaction to cedric's death seemed to hang over him as a dark shadow, more than his parents' death. And as she watched Harry and Sirius bicker she realized then that her friend was scared. He was scared for all the people in this room, scared he was putting them in danger, and scared he was going to have to be the one to defeat voldemort and scared he'd fail. She supposed he hadn't really talked about voldemort being back, and it worried her. Somewhere in the back of her head, she realized Harry was putting them in danger. But the more she thought about it, the more it didn't seem so important. Sirius and Remus were both already wanted by voldemort, Ron's family was openly against voldmeort, And the dark lord wanted Draco for turning away from him, and getting away, and she was muggleborn. So, when put into perspective, it didn't really make such a difference.
"No Sirius. I don't care if my dad would let you have it. In fact I wouldn't care if my dad came in that door," here he pointed at the kitchen door. "In the flesh and told me he wanted me to give the cloak to you. Because you can not, I repeat, you can not have the invisibility cloak.'
Sirius sat in his chair pouting and muttering, while Draco and Remus snickered at him from the corner. Harry gave them a look, but this to seemed to egg them on as the outright howled with laughter. Harry dramatically threw his arms in the air. "I give up!" he practically shouted. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked no one in particular. Hermione smirked at him. "I could think of a few things."
Harry sat on his bed, admiring his gift from Hermione. It was a snow globe depicting a redheaded fairy sitting on a lily while snow fell softly around her. Magical snow globes' snow fell all the time so there was no need to shake it. It was playing an old fairy song that Hermione said her mother used to sing. But the real surprise was when Draco heard the tune.
"Hey! That's what you were humming earlier." He said while pointing at Sirius, who just give him a broad smile. "I know. Lily used to sing that song all the time."
Hermione practically beamed at this, before going into lecture mode.
"The fairies used to sing it to their young, it was supposed to protect their sons." Sirius nodded his. "Yeah, lily had some fairy blood in her. I think it was her mother's side, but I'm not sure. Their was squib in there somewhere as well, but is was, obviously way down the generation line." Harry looked mildly surprised at this. Remus saw his expression and smile gently at him.
"That's how your mother's lineage, on her mother's side anyway, became muggleborn." "I thought squibs were rare?" Hermione said while looking at Remus curiously. "Well, they are, but lily's family was pure I think 10 or 11 generations back, but then her great- great, oh, whatever, her grandparents had that squib, and that one child only."
Sirius took over from there. "And he married a muggle, and so on and so forth." "How come Hermione's mum knew it?" Draco asked Remus.
Remus frowned at the question. "I don't know..." he trailed off looking curiously at Hermione, who smiled softly at the little globe.
"Actually, in the muggle world it's really well known ." Remus raised his eyebrows. "Where did you get this one from?" he asked. "Well, I saw a globe like it, except it was a blond fairy with a rose, so I went in, the owner didn't have one right then but he said he could make it. I'd been in there before see, so he knows Me.," she said blushing. Harry enveloped her in a hug. "Thanks Hermione!" he said while giving her his grin.
So, as harry listened to the softly playing tune, he started humming. As he was sitting there he heard a soft voice start singing.
"Dance child dance, Through the forest in a trance Run child run, Beneath the morning sun Hide child hide, From the dark night's tide I'll protect you little one, My precious son."
Harry looked up as Sirius stopped singing. He was standing in the doorway, giving Harry a smile he couldn't decipher. He tilted his head a little and looked curiously at his godfather. Sirius walked over to Harry and straightened his head.
"Don't give me that look kid." He said sadly.
"Sirius, what did I-," Sirius shook his head at his 15 year old godson. "You didn't do anything, it's just, you gave me the same look when..." he trailed off. Harry waited patiently for his godfather to continue curious as to way Sirius seemed so upset. "Your mum sang that to you all the time. When you wouldn't sleep at night. The night she, she died, I took you out of the house because, well, it was destroyed." At this he looked at Harry, his eyes clouded over, remembering something Harry couldn't.
"I sang that to you, that was the only time, and you just looked at me like that, as if asking why I was singing, and why lily wasn't."
It was then Harry got some distance reminder of a male singing to him, his voice sorrowful, but young, and unmistakably his godfather's.
"Sirius." Harry wanted to say something, to help his godfather, was undoubtedly hurting still over his parent's death. Sirius smiled sadly at the young boy. "No, Harry. You can't do anything. It's just something that passes." He took Harry's chin in his hand. "It'll pass for you too Harry."
A/n: okay, short note today, a reviewer pointed out that a dark harry generally means an evil harry. I merely meant that it would be a darker harry, we'll see more of his slytherin side coming out. Ok, I thought that was a good place to end it, a real tear- jerker that scene. I must say, I had some difficulty writing it, as some of my friends know. Though, I did enjoyed writing it, so look for more in the next two chapters.
Footnote: this isn't really known in the muggle world, I'd be highly surprised if anyone knew it...