Title: The Potter Game
Author: Me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Notes: Well, now it's after all the happened.... the last five chapters were all at the same time.. But now it's not.. So.. Yeah.
Chapter Eight: When Only Time can Tell
The day passed, and it was soon dark. They all gathered in the living quarters. It was an old room with a musty moth-ball smell to it. It looked like the Gryffindor common room. With a fireplace, a couch, squishy armchairs, and a bookcase. They seated themselves in the chairs and on the couch and then all was silent. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence, but just a silence.
"What do you all think of this game?" Neville asked, bringing noise back into the little room of theirs. Most of them just shrugged.
"I think it's full of shit." Draco said. (Me too.) "I have to be stuck with you losers." (Okay, maybe not that..)
"I think it'd be fun." Lupin said. (Always the optimistic one, he is.)
"Fun? You guys didn't hear Dumbledore. One of us is a murderer!" Ron said, uneasily. (Wow.. I forgot about that..)
"Yeah..." Harry said, eyes flickering to Draco. (Well, he is certainly quick to accuse.)
"Don't look at me like that, Pot-head." Draco sneered. "I didn't do anything. I'm just as innocent as you. If that is the case, at least." Lupin slipped his arm around Camellia, without being noticed. (I don't need Harry or anyone to know right now..) But Luna noticed, to Lupin's dismay.
"Oh! How sweet!" Luna gleamed. Camellia giggled at Lupin's expression which was mixed, to be an understatement. Harry turned towards them.
"What in the.." he began.
"I was going to tell you, Harry. She's my girlfriend.. And she lives near you.. Magnolia Crescent.. You heard of it?" Lupin said.
"Yeah.. It's right around the corner from Privet Drive."
"Mark Evans?"
"Dudley's gang always picks on that kid.."
"That kid is.. Well he's.."
"Our son." Camellia cut in. Harry looked flabbergasted.
"But.. You.. I.." Harry closed his mouth. This day was surprising for everyone. He then asked what he had been wondering all day. "Your last name is Evans. Like my mum.." he said. Camellia chewed on the side of her lip and sighed.
"I knew you would ask this." Lupin said. "She's your mum's stepsister. And she would have taken you in.. Spite one little problem.." Harry folded his arms, his eyes going misty.
"And what is that?" he asked.
"She's Lily's stepsister. So there is no exact blood relation between them. The spell cast on 4 Privet Drive would never have worked with her. You had to live with your own flesh and blood." Lupin explained. Harry let out a breath.
"Yeah, I understand. But it would've been nice... To live with you, Lupin... and I guess you.. I don't know you though, no offense." Camellia smiled.
"None taken." she said.
"'nough of this mushy gushy stuff." Charlie said. "Let's all cheer up."
"I hear you work with dragons in Romania." Luna said, to Charlie. Charlie's face lit up at the mention of his skill.
"Yeah, it's great." he said. "Although dragons seem mean and dangerous, they're really soft-hearted. It's fun to see the other side of the story."
"It always is." Ron said, looking at Sybil. Sybil nodded at Ron, smiling. Ron looked back at Charlie.
"I think it would be great to study dragons like that. You're so lucky, Charlie." Hermione said. (Dragons...her?... Hahaha!) "Don't you think so, Draco?" She was still trying to get on his better side.
"Whatever." was his response. So they spent the night just talking about random things and getting to know each other better. Until it was finally time for bed. They headed up to their respective places after saying goodnight.
Remus changed into his pajamas and crawled under the covers next to Camellia. He laid his head on the silk pillow and they both fell to dreamland.
Draco and Hermione stood there, unsure of what to do with the one bed. Hermione decided they were being foolish, after all it was just sleeping. She was already in her PJ's, so she got under the covers and scooted over next to the window. Draco grabbed the second pillow and put it on the floor.
"I'm better down here." he said, turning his back to her and staring at the fireplace until the last embers died out.
Neville had gone to bed earlier than the rest, feeling a bit drowsy from the long, heated day. Charlie groaned when he saw that Neville was all curled up in the blanket. Charlie unwrapped him with all his might. (Come on now!) (Unicorns.. Mm... monkey?.. No..) He lay down and covered up, falling to sleep to the sound of Neville's snores.
As Ron brushed his teeth, Sybil brushed her hair. It came down nicely and not all frizzy like it was. They got into the bed and said goodnight to each other. Sybil was asleep much before Ron was. He laid there, thinking of how he had misjudged a lot of people.. But soon he let it go and was breathing evenly along with Sybil.
Harry placed down the throw pillows nicely, but Luna just threw them up and they landed in different spots with soft thuds.
"Those serve no purpose." she said. (I guess she's right.) Harry grinned and they got in the bed, falling right to sleep.
All of them were dreaming about tomorrow and what would come...excepting one Neville, of course. It was a strange game, and one of them was a murderer. But none of them could think the others capable of such an atrocity... Only time could tell..
Author: Me!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Notes: Well, now it's after all the happened.... the last five chapters were all at the same time.. But now it's not.. So.. Yeah.
Chapter Eight: When Only Time can Tell
The day passed, and it was soon dark. They all gathered in the living quarters. It was an old room with a musty moth-ball smell to it. It looked like the Gryffindor common room. With a fireplace, a couch, squishy armchairs, and a bookcase. They seated themselves in the chairs and on the couch and then all was silent. It wasn't exactly an awkward silence, but just a silence.
"What do you all think of this game?" Neville asked, bringing noise back into the little room of theirs. Most of them just shrugged.
"I think it's full of shit." Draco said. (Me too.) "I have to be stuck with you losers." (Okay, maybe not that..)
"I think it'd be fun." Lupin said. (Always the optimistic one, he is.)
"Fun? You guys didn't hear Dumbledore. One of us is a murderer!" Ron said, uneasily. (Wow.. I forgot about that..)
"Yeah..." Harry said, eyes flickering to Draco. (Well, he is certainly quick to accuse.)
"Don't look at me like that, Pot-head." Draco sneered. "I didn't do anything. I'm just as innocent as you. If that is the case, at least." Lupin slipped his arm around Camellia, without being noticed. (I don't need Harry or anyone to know right now..) But Luna noticed, to Lupin's dismay.
"Oh! How sweet!" Luna gleamed. Camellia giggled at Lupin's expression which was mixed, to be an understatement. Harry turned towards them.
"What in the.." he began.
"I was going to tell you, Harry. She's my girlfriend.. And she lives near you.. Magnolia Crescent.. You heard of it?" Lupin said.
"Yeah.. It's right around the corner from Privet Drive."
"Mark Evans?"
"Dudley's gang always picks on that kid.."
"That kid is.. Well he's.."
"Our son." Camellia cut in. Harry looked flabbergasted.
"But.. You.. I.." Harry closed his mouth. This day was surprising for everyone. He then asked what he had been wondering all day. "Your last name is Evans. Like my mum.." he said. Camellia chewed on the side of her lip and sighed.
"I knew you would ask this." Lupin said. "She's your mum's stepsister. And she would have taken you in.. Spite one little problem.." Harry folded his arms, his eyes going misty.
"And what is that?" he asked.
"She's Lily's stepsister. So there is no exact blood relation between them. The spell cast on 4 Privet Drive would never have worked with her. You had to live with your own flesh and blood." Lupin explained. Harry let out a breath.
"Yeah, I understand. But it would've been nice... To live with you, Lupin... and I guess you.. I don't know you though, no offense." Camellia smiled.
"None taken." she said.
"'nough of this mushy gushy stuff." Charlie said. "Let's all cheer up."
"I hear you work with dragons in Romania." Luna said, to Charlie. Charlie's face lit up at the mention of his skill.
"Yeah, it's great." he said. "Although dragons seem mean and dangerous, they're really soft-hearted. It's fun to see the other side of the story."
"It always is." Ron said, looking at Sybil. Sybil nodded at Ron, smiling. Ron looked back at Charlie.
"I think it would be great to study dragons like that. You're so lucky, Charlie." Hermione said. (Dragons...her?... Hahaha!) "Don't you think so, Draco?" She was still trying to get on his better side.
"Whatever." was his response. So they spent the night just talking about random things and getting to know each other better. Until it was finally time for bed. They headed up to their respective places after saying goodnight.
Remus changed into his pajamas and crawled under the covers next to Camellia. He laid his head on the silk pillow and they both fell to dreamland.
Draco and Hermione stood there, unsure of what to do with the one bed. Hermione decided they were being foolish, after all it was just sleeping. She was already in her PJ's, so she got under the covers and scooted over next to the window. Draco grabbed the second pillow and put it on the floor.
"I'm better down here." he said, turning his back to her and staring at the fireplace until the last embers died out.
Neville had gone to bed earlier than the rest, feeling a bit drowsy from the long, heated day. Charlie groaned when he saw that Neville was all curled up in the blanket. Charlie unwrapped him with all his might. (Come on now!) (Unicorns.. Mm... monkey?.. No..) He lay down and covered up, falling to sleep to the sound of Neville's snores.
As Ron brushed his teeth, Sybil brushed her hair. It came down nicely and not all frizzy like it was. They got into the bed and said goodnight to each other. Sybil was asleep much before Ron was. He laid there, thinking of how he had misjudged a lot of people.. But soon he let it go and was breathing evenly along with Sybil.
Harry placed down the throw pillows nicely, but Luna just threw them up and they landed in different spots with soft thuds.
"Those serve no purpose." she said. (I guess she's right.) Harry grinned and they got in the bed, falling right to sleep.
All of them were dreaming about tomorrow and what would come...excepting one Neville, of course. It was a strange game, and one of them was a murderer. But none of them could think the others capable of such an atrocity... Only time could tell..