The Fifth Marauder :
Chapter 9 : Of dead and living friends:
Moony. Or rather Remus J. Lupin. The sandy blond teen Sam once knew had grown into a man who seemed to have already seen much of life. So many years had passed but Sam didn't feel the uneasiness she had feared as she embraced him tightly; but the deepest regret not to have shared those years at the side of her friend.
"God Moony, it's been so long."
Remus detangled himself from Sam's embrace and took her hands in his. They stared at each other from head to toe. So many lost years to make up for. Neither really new were to start. Remus sighed softly putting a loose strand of blond hair behind Sam's ear.
"I like the new hair style."
She laughed, wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes.
"Military style. You don't look bad yourself Remus."
They grinned at each other.
"So, this is your house?"
"My humble home. I know, it's not really palatial but I would be glad if you treated the place as your own."
"Thank you. I'm already settled in your guestroom anyway. You couldn't make me leave."
"I wouldn't dream of trying to. Let's get inside. I don't want you to catch a cold on your first day back."
Still not letting go of her hand, he opened the door and guided her to the living room greeting Molly who had been on her way to check on Sam.
They had just settled themselves on the sofa when they heard the door opening and closing once more. Voices echoed in the corridor, one of which Sam recognized as being Arthur's. She raised to greet the new comers, glancing back at Remus who too wouldn't have minded to have a little more time alone with her. Arthur Weasley came in followed by his wife and two young men who could only be two young Weasleys. Molly pushed them proudly forward.
"Sam, this is my eldest son Bill who we talked about. You remember Sam, don't you Bill! I'm sure you do." Sam shook Bill's hand who was slightly blushing and wondering what embarrassing facts his mother might have told Sam.
"And his brother Charlie. Charlie has just flown back from Romania this afternoon. He'll be with us a couple of weeks! Isn't it wonderful!"
"Romania? So you are the one working with the dragons?" Asked Sam, also shaking his hand. Molly had only had the time to tell her a few words about her two sons coming that night but that had interested her more than anything else. In fact, she had made Molly repeat that information several times to see if she was hearing it correctly.
There was Bill who after working in Egypt for a couple of years had recently taken a desk job at Gringotts' London branch. Molly had spoken with a motherly pride of his blooming relationship with a young French woman named Fleur and had just as much disapproved his 'punk appearance'. Sam smiled inwardly. True the longish bright red braid, the fang earring, sleeveless jean jacket and leather boots wouldn't have been out of place at a rock concert; but she just loved the style. Charlie was something else entirely. Bill had been slim and tall. His brother was somewhat shorter and more stockily built. Freckles covered so much of his skin that he looked as if he was tanned. And he was working with dragons.
"Yes, that would be me."
"Well, I'm looking forward to hear about your job. And the dragons! I mean, both your jobs. But dragons! It's like a childhood dream coming true!"
"It always is for me as well Ms Carter."
"No, no, call me Sam, all of you."
"Now that we have introduced everyone, let's eat this dinner. Albus is already in the kitchen and I don't want him starting before us. Come on everyone." Molly hurried them all into the small kitchen where the dishes were already all set on the table. Albus was indeed waiting but nothing had been touched. Sam eyed him suspiciously as they all took place around the table. Somehow, seeing the way he was staring at the roast chicken, she believed he might have little patience when it came to food…
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"Delicious as always Molly." Said a hungry Albus, helping himself again with a full plate of vegetables.
"It sure is, Molly. I'm not used to eating this well anymore." Sam was enjoying her dinner. She had learned, fascinated, more about Charlie's job, the dragons and Bill's experiences with mummies and tomb raiding in Egypt. But they also were rather interested in her activities, especially Arthur who didn't miss a chance to have her talk about it. As far as everyone but Albus was concerned she was an USAF Major working on far distances telescopes. It had been quite some time since she had felt any kind of remorse when telling this well-used lie. She wished she could have at least told Remus the truth but knew better than to follow any hot emotion.
"Oh, yeah, I suppose you don't often get home made food at the cantina of your base."
"We don't have junk food everyday! I would take that idea off people's mind if I could that Americans only eat hamburgers and French fries."
"Good, now you know at least one thing you're going to teach to our students at Hogwarts."
"It could be a start I suppose." She smiled at Albus and glanced at Remus beside her to find him staring directly at her, grinning.
"What's so funny?"
"Your accent."
"What's wrong with my accent?"
"It's pure American accent."
"And that might be because I am American, Moony."
Remus rolled his eyes but couldn't stop grinning.
"It's just that I hadn't heard you speak this way since our first year at Hogwarts."
"I think, dear, that he means you've lost all trace of British pronunciation." Molly piped in. Sam's eyes went wide.
"I actually spoke with a British accent?!"
"No. But there were jut some words, expressions and pronunciations you had adopted in twelve years I guess."
"If you say so." Sam breathed again. Their British accent was distinguished and much like her mother used to speak but she just couldn't picture herself speaking like them. Her lips twitched as she imagined Jack or Teal'c with a British accent.
(A.N: No offence here guys! I love the British accent; and I wish my English might sound like that… I'm just trying to picture Sam as the American coming to England and what might sound strange to her…)
"So tell me, how many other children do you two have?" Sam had not forgotten Percy Weasley and thought it was a way to broach the subject. Molly beamed taking lovingly Arthur's hand in hers.
"We are the lucky parents of seven little terrors."
"Seven children! It's rather impressive nowadays. I bet it wasn't easy everyday when there was still the seven of them at home! Who are the five others?"
"There is Ginny, our youngest and only daughter. She has just turned 15 and started her fifth year at Hogwarts. Then, there is Ron, 16. You will have them in your class. They are both Gryffindors and so were all their brothers; that's at least something they have taken from their parents. And they were both on their house Quidditch team last year. Make sure you're not too soft on my Ronald. He is a prefect again this year and I'm sure if he is rightly pushed he has a chance to make it Head Boy." She glared at Charlie who had, politely, snorted behind his napkin. Sam smiled behind hers. "Fred and George are identical twins and they are two years older than Ron. They left Hogwarts last year. I wish they had completed their last year of school but those two have always only be interested in opening their own joke shop."
"Ah, they had a passion for breaking rules and shaking Hogwarts, staff, students, ghosts and walls, that I had not seen in years." Added Albus, eyes twinkling.
"They are both very clever magical inventors; but really I would rather have them not make practical joker a profession." Sighed Molly.
"Well, we'd better watch out or those twins might dethrone the Marauders." She said jokingly turning to Remus.
"Nah. They still need the nifty nicknames Mildtooth." He ruffled her hair affectionately.
"'Mildtooth'?" asked Bill raising his eyebrows.
"Don't ask me. I can't remember why he calls me that." Remus saddened at this. It was easy to forget that Sam was still partly amnesic, especially when she was so lively beside him and calling him 'Moony' just like she used to. Just like Sirius and James used to. Like Peter used to. Remus' chest tightened suddenly. If she didn't remember about their nicknames, that could only mean she didn't remember about-
"But... I've been dying for you to remind me." Said Sam sensing Remus' distress. He could feel another smile coming to his lips.
"What do I get if I tell you?"
"Err.. want a lesson on the arrangement of quanta at subliminal speed?" When you had nothing else to offer, resort to physics. Worked every time with Colonel O'Neill. Remus made a face. Sam smirked.
"I'd…think about it first. Measure the pros and cons."
Sam pouted.
"I would be interested in hearing you, Sam" said an excited Arthur. "Is it about this muggle devise you work on?"
"Not exactly. I was joking Arthur. It is some advance physics and I think it might take a few hours to explain."
"Oh. Another day then perhaps."
"Whenever we'll find the time." Wahoo. That must have been the first person in months beside the SGC researchers to show some interest in listening to her talk about physics. It was refreshing. Too bad he certainly wouldn't understand a single word of it. "Bill, Charlie, the twins, Ron and… Ginny, right?. That's six."
Arthur's face clouded. Sam thought it might be time to reveal her meeting with who apparently was the third of the seven Weasley children.
"I've met your son Percy with Albus this afternoon in Fudge's office."
Molly dropped her glass, the water wetting the table cloth.
"I'm…I'm sorry. Really. How…stupid of me…" She laughed nervously. Charlie stood to sponge the water. "Thank you dear. Sit, sit…I'll do it myself. So, you've seen Percy?"
Sam nodded.
"And he is well, isn't he?"
"Yes… we haven't exchanged more than a few words though. He seemed somewhat cold towards Arthur" Or more like frozen cold…
"I see." She paused, breathing deeply. "Not only with Arthur. With the rest of us too. When he left Hogwarts, he went to work for the Ministry of Magic; like his father. He was a clever student, you know; always hard-working. Prefect, then Head Boy. Just like Charlie. His first post was in the department for International cooperation. He has always been devoted to rules and procedures. He is the exact opposite of Fred and George. But he got in quite a bit of trouble at the Ministry for not realizing that Mr. Crouch, his boss, was acting under the Imperious curse."
Sam glanced at Albus, a bit lost, asking silently for a more detailed explanation later. He nodded in understanding.
"In spite of this, Percy was unexpectedly offered a position on Fudge's staff."
"And the idiot took it for granted with pride." Added Bill bitterly. Molly ignored him, carrying on.
"We, of course, questioned this appointment and suggested that it was offered so Fudge would have a spy in our family. Percy… he thought we didn't believe in his abilities; he was so-"
"Full of himself?" suggested Bill again with irritation.
"He was very deeply hurt!" snapped Molly, her lips quivering. "this is all a big misunderstanding." She sighed again. "He moved to London. We thought that…with the revelation that You-Know-Who is on the rise again… after all what happened in the Ministry, after that his dear Fudge himself admitted You-Know-Who's come back… there might be some kind of reconciliation. But for the moment, he still…he still ignores us."
She rose and collected their empty plates, possibly to allow herself a minute to recompose herself. Sam turned to the others.
"That attack on the ministry. You mentioned it in the plane Albus, you said that Voldemort attacked at the Ministry and almost kill Harry in the process." She missed Arthur's eyes going wide with surprise then respect at her easiness to use the Dark Lord's name. "If I have only a week to become efficient again, I think you should start filling me in with what I've missed. Like what happened at the Ministry for a start. Or what you already all have organized against Voldemort; who and how many you have with you. This kind of stuff. I'd like to know how well Harry is protected, who is taking care of him… And when I'll see Sirius." Where had that come from? Sam surprised herself at her eagerness to actually 'see' Sirius. She had meant to get finally a clear explanation why she especially 'shouldn't' speak of Sirius to the Minister; but the words had instinctively leapt out of her mouth. She realized she really wanted to see him. She frowned. The Weasleys were all very ill-at-ease. Molly had tears forming in her eyes, Albus wasn't looking at her and Remus seemed… bewildered. Almost angry.
"You haven't told her yet?!"
Sam felt the need to defend Albus. It all had happened so fast. Albus' coming to the SGC, her leaving for England.
"Calm down Moony. It's not as if we've had the time to just sit down and talk already. Four days ago, I couldn't even remember your name."
"Yes, but… I thought you already knew." He paused. "I mean, I wish you already knew." He added quietly.
"Well, tell me then."
There was another uncomfortable pause. Sam was becoming nervous. She could sense that something painful was definitely going to be announced. And she had not the faintest idea of what it was.
Nothing could have prepared her for the blow to come.
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"Why don't we all sit in the living room now? It will be much more comfortable to talk." Proposed Molly.
"Right."
Bill and Charlie were glancing at each other, uncertain.
"We'll stay here if you want. We would understand if you wanted to talk in private."
Sam was touched by their concern, but even more worried. She hesitated.
"No. It's fine. I don't think there is anything you don't already know anyway."
They all left the kitchen; Charlie, Bill and Arthur carrying their chairs. Sam took place on the fluffy couch between Molly and Remus, while Albus settled on the armchair. He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. This was going to be a long night.
"This attack on the Ministry you've been hearing about has deeply shaken the Wizarding Community. And all of us. The situation is today not so different from the one you've known, and I'm sorry you had no taste of the ten years of peace that followed that dreadful 31st October. I'm afraid there is no point in informing you of later events if we don't clear the events of this night first. Unfortunately, you happen to be the only witness Samantha and should know more than we do. We all hope you will be telling us soon." He sighed again. Sam was seeing for the first time a tired man in Albus Dumbledore. "We will tell you what happened after this night. But we still have to come back to it so you can understand everything."
"And if there's one thing that still causes me trouble, it's this particular memory. There's not a lot I remember about it yet. And the more I remember, the more incomprehensible it becomes."
"Then tell us the few things you already remember."
Samantha concentrated.
"It always start with me and Lily in Harry's bedroom. She is speaking to me and fussing over Harry. But I can't move. I mean I really can't move, as if I am paralyzed or something… Then Voldemort comes in the room… And he heads for Harry's cradle… but Lily steps in between…and he tells her to step aside. He is after Harry…yes, only after Harry. But he has already killed James. And she smiles at me. She won't move. He…he kills her." Sam breathed deeply. "I don't remember much before a green light. A flash of green light. I know he turned to me… And I can't move… But then… All I can remember is him lowering his wand in the cradle and saying the killing curse. Then the light. And… And I knew he was gone. I just knew. I could feel he was gone. But so were Lily and James." She paused. "And so was I." She added quietly.
Remus put an arm around her shoulder. She leaned on him. She was glad he was there.
"The more I remember this night, the more the scene repeats itself in my head, the more I see Lily falling; the more I ask myself how I can be alive. Why did Voldemort spare my life? Would he have also spared Lily's if she had let him pass? He was after Harry! Not Lily! Not me! Not even James I'm sure! Just Harry. A baby for god's sake! Why him? I would understand that he wanted Lily and James. They were dangerous to him. They had faced him three times and managed to get away. They were more than any other member of the Order the symbol of our fight, they were disturbing his image. Especially when they had Harry. Taking the risk to found a family in those trouble times and still being active in the Order. Voldy must definitely have resented it as pure defiance." She smiled softly. Lily and James really had been wonderful people. It was not fair.
"Voldy?!?" Cried Charlie, Bill and Arthur in one voice.
"Huh…sorry…That's how Sirius and I used to call him." She grinned sheepishly at them. They grinned back and the knot in Sam's stomach loosened a little. They were discussing serious matters but the tension had been a bit too palpable. The kind you could cut with a knife.
"You seem to remember much more than you give yourself credit for Samantha." Said Albus, clearly surprised by the precision of her memories so far.
"Well, some things come to me as I speak. Things come back fast. It's just like when Molly and I talked about Bill while I was unpacking." She saw Bill looking at his mother a little red in the face but he did not interrupt. " I could actually remember things. And then it was as if the memory had always been there." She didn't think what she was saying was really making sense. But it seemed to satisfy Albus.
"Why Voldemort attacked Harry this night, I can answer. Do you remember anything about a prophecy?"
"Not really."
"A year before the death of Lily and James, I went to interview a candidate to the vacant post of Divination teacher in Hogsmeade who was said to be a descendant of Cassandra."
"The Trojan princess Cassandra?! She actually existed?"
Albus only smiled.
"I was however not particularly impressed until the lady fell into a trance and spoke those exact words:
'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches.. born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…'
This prediction was however overheard by a servant of Lord Voldemort, who on that basis began searching for the baby born in July to those who had defied him thrice and survived. There were two of them. Harry and Neville Longbottom."
"The son of Frank and Alice?"
Albus nodded.
"Both family were on their guards. But soon Voldemort seemed to choose Harry as the most suitable candidate to be the one that the prophecy spoke of. His searches for the baby intensified and Lily and James were soon forced to go in hiding using the Fidelius Charm to protect their new born. No one but their secret keeper would know where they lived. They chose a location and the one they thought the most reliable. Their choice balanced between you and Sirius at the time."
Sam frowned. Of course she would have done it.
"I told him I would do it. But Sirius, he wouldn't hear any of it. He said it was too dangerous for me."
"Sam?"
"I replied that it was not more dangerous for me than it was for him. That Voldy would suspect us at once anyway. That everyone knew how much Lily and James trusted us. He said I was right and that he would made sure some people knew it was him and not me. I was like, right, this is so going to help Lil' and Prongs, if everyone 'knows' who their secret keeper is. He said 'exactly' and he left. Just like that! That's just like him to do things like that! I so knew he was up to something! And two hours later Lily and James were unplottable. Gone. You think he would have let me say goodbye or something? And then it was two whole days before I had any news. He called. Prince charming granted me one minute 57 seconds of his time on the phone. And then on the third day, on the third day… on the third day…"
"Huh, Mildtooth…what about you sit down again and stop shouting?"
She blushed. Somewhat lost in her memories, she had unconsciously started to pace around the living room and its occupants. Remus pulled her down beside him.
"On the third day Samantha?"
She lowered her eyes.
"They were dead?"
"Voldemort found them and killed them."
"How did he find them?"
"The only weak point of the Fidelius Charm is that you still have to give your trust to someone. They were betrayed by their secret keeper."
Sam raised to her feet again at once. How did they dare?!
"Sirius would never! How could you even think that he would betray James or Lily?! That he would endanger their lives or Harry's! Harry for God's sake! His own godson! Our godson! He already loved the child as if it was ours!" Words were flowing from her mouth on their own accord. She was so angry and bewildered. Unconsciously, she felt that accusing Sirius was accusing her.
Remus rose, forcing her eyes to meet his.
"We know, Sam. Now we know. It was Peter. It was Peter Pettigrew who sold Lily and James to Voldemort."
"Peter?"
"Yes Sam. Sirius convinced them to take him as their secret keeper because he thought he would be less obvious. Just like you said Sam, that's what he was up to. People thought, knew in our case, it was Sirius, because that's who it should have been until the last minute."
"Peter…Peter betrayed us?" Such a soft, timid man. He was always so scared that they would leave him during school. The boys had taken him under their wings. All those hours Lily had spent helping him with his work. All those times Sam had taught him to mount a broom properly. Yes, he was always so scared, so admiring… so, so weak, so jealous. So weak, so scared for himself that he would gladly hand his friends over to Voldemort if it could save him.
"That…that rat! God, tell me he got what he deserved! Remus, tell me he got what he deserved!" Her voice was breaking under the overload of emotions.
"I wish I could. But…" It was now Remus' voice which was taking a higher tone. "We didn't know then. No one knew that Peter was the Secret keeper and not Sirius at the time."
"Remus, what are you trying to tell me?"
"The Fidelius Charm ended with the death of Lily and James. We then all remembered the location of their house. Sirius was there the first. It was him who found you and Harry. He gave Harry to Hagrid who was charged to bring him back safely to Albus, and brought you to St Mungo. Then… he went off like a madman searching for Pettigrew. He tried to capture him but Pettigrew cut his own finger and transform into a rat. It was a mess. An explosion, 13 muggles killed. He ran away, and to the rest of us… he was a victim of Sirius' folly and betrayal; along with those muggles, and Lily and James."
"But…he must have told you, didn't he? You did believe in his innocence? You did believe him?"
"How could we have Sam? For us, Peter was dead - rather eradicated. And Lily, and James, and… and you. The trial- I'd rather call it hasty condemnation - it all went so fast. We were all so worn out. No matter how much we wanted to believe otherwise, how much it hurt and how much it seemed incredible to us, it seemed the only conclusion then. He was guilty."
"The…the trial. He was condemned. What was he sentenced to?"
"Life imprisonment in Azkaban."
Sam felt light headed. Her breathing quickened. Azkaban. And those damned monsters that were the Dementors.
"Life… life sentenced. But you got him out of it, right? You discovered what happened and you got him out of this hellhole?" It was more a plea than a question.
"He got out by himself. But that…that was not before twelve years of imprisonment. He found Pettigrew and convinced us of his innocence. But Pettigrew got away again and he stayed a murderer on the run for the rest of the world."
"Twelve years? Twelve years!" Sam collapsed in the sofa. Twelve years! The mere thought of Sirius in prison for all this time made her dizzy. She took her face in her hands, trying to calm down. Molly was rubbing her back in a soothing motion. She needed to see him. To hold him. She had never felt such a strong need to see anybody before.
"Where is he now? Where is he hiding? Remus, where is he" She asked. "Let me see him." She added pleadingly. "Please let me see him."
All kept silent.
"Where is he! Please, tell me where he is!"
Albus took a deep breath and spoke.
"That attack on the ministry, Sam. Sirius was killed. He was killed during the battle against Voldemort's Death Eaters. I am sorry.
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Dead. Sirius was dead? Sirius couldn't be dead. No, he couldn't… he wasn't… not before she had seen him again…no. No!
"No."
Sadly, it wasn't the first time and she knew perfectly it wouldn't be the last that she lost someone close to her. You knew all the risks you were bringing upon yourself when you entered the SGC. Sg1 was a surprising exception. Seldom did all the members of the other teams come back home uninjured and alive. Were they simply the best or was it constant good luck? It must have been a bit of both. You learned, or rather you tried to take some distance when a death occurred; even when it was someone you knew. You had to move on. Always be at your best. Especially on a battle field, no matter how many of your own were falling at your side. Sam had trained herself rather than being drown in her pain, to find strength there, as if she now had to fight not only for herself but for those heroes as well.
But Sirius' death…
She couldn't accept it. She wouldn't accept it. It was almost frightening how strong her pain was to lose someone that she had in fact not seen in fifteen years. Someone she didn't know really. Someone she only 'remembered' about for a day and a half at the most. But to Sam it was as if someone she loved had just died in from of her. As if the one she loved had just died in front of her. This sickening feeling when you realized you wouldn't see him again. Never again.
A strangled sob escaped her mouth. She broke down crying. Remus gathered her into his arms, his own eyes glistening. Molly put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder. The three other Weasleys were sending sad uncomfortable looks at each other. Arthur finally rose followed by his sons, gesturing to his wife that they'll be waiting in the kitchen.
It seemed hours to Sam before she could regain controlled over herself and stop her tears from falling. And maybe it was. She couldn't really tell. She didn't really care. Eventually, her cries subdued. Her breathing was still a bit erratic and her eyes wet. But now she laid still in Remus' arms. After a moment, she tried to speak.
"It's not fair." She managed, her voice weak and uncertain.
Remus dried her face softly with a handkerchief Molly was handing out to him.
"No it's not." He whispered back.
"I wish I could have seen him again."
"I know."
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Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
"I'll be fine. I think. Let's continue."
"Sam… It's late… You should get some sleep. We'll finish tomorrow."
"No. I need to hear more."
She knew that she only had to ask to stop for tonight and retire to the silence and darkness of her room. And it did seem more appealing than speaking some more about her dead friends. She wasn't sure she could take more tonight. But she knew she needed to hear the rest. She may cry herself to sleep later. She felt that her broken heart would take some time to heal. More than a night or even a week. It would be days before things became easier to cope. And time failed her. Yes. Better clear everything tonight.
She looked at Albus searching his understanding. The old headmaster nodded sadly.
"Very well."
Remus looked at Sam with worried eyes.
"You sure?"
"Yes."
She leaned back in her seat and tried to focus. She had had so many questions at the beginning of their conversation; but now her mind was a hazy blur. What had already been said? What was still obscure?
She frowned and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Sirius' death. And the charm. The Fidelius charm. And Sirius' death. She sighed. The Charm first.
"If… if I wasn't Lily and James' secret keeper, then I shouldn't have known where to find them, right? How could I have been there that night?"
"That is a very good question. And fortunately we can answer it. When Pettigrew gave the precious location of Lily and James's house to his master, Voldemort assembled his Death Eaters to give them new orders. He only trusted his own plans with a few of his subjects he thought the most reliable. Among them was a young man who had just recently come back to his right mind and was secretly spying for me. His name is Severus Snape. I, only knew where his true allegiance lied. However he could not find me that night for Voldemort had us occupied elsewhere - a diversion of course, to avoid any risks of failure in killing Harry, his unique obsession. Time was running out and Severus had to communicate Voldemort's plans. He chose you as his interlocutor for, of the few members of the Order he knew, he thought you would be the only one to put faith in his words. Oh, and you did. He gave you the location of Lily and James's house; but still unsure of his loyalty you petrified and locked him up. Then, we guess, flew directly and alone to Godric Hollow to warn Lily and James, only leaving a panicked message we got too late. But Voldemort arrived there soon too. Can you add anything to this?"
Sam thought hard but nothing lightened in her mind.
"No. I'm afraid not. But that Snape, he had seen Pettigrew? Didn't he tell you Sirius was not James' Secret Keeper?"
"Unfortunately, no. Pettigrew was a card Voldemort had not revealed yet."
"But you said he had trusted him enough with the location of the Potters' house…"
"It is not Severus he trusted that day, but his faithful Lucius Malfoy, who had taken him under his wing and was taking responsibility for his loyalty. But not even Lucius Malfoy did know the identity of Voldemort's spy. None of his Death Eaters knew."
"And why did Snape thought I would believe him? And where were you all?"
"To answer your second question first, Voldemort's diversion was to send all his Death Eaters for a deadly attack on a muggle village, Dunharrow, far from the Potter's house where he was heading himself. And when Severus arrived to inform me of this later plan, we had already all rushed to the battle field."
"And why didn't I come with you all?"
"You had been ill all week and were consulting at St Mungo when the Death Eaters assaulted. This attack surpassed all others in horror and hate. The whole Order left our Headquarters at once. Several members were sent to assemble those who were not present. Fabian Prewett flew to St Mungo and then to your flat but you were nowhere to be found. He resolved in leaving a message that you must have had because according to Severus you were about to leave for Dunharrow when he delivered his revelations to you." He sighed and walked to the window. There was nothing visible outside. The moon and stars seemed to have deserted the night sky and no light pierced through the thick blackness enveloping the house and lands.
"Tokens in Time's and Fate's hands. How fragile, artificial, now seems to me the turn of these fateful events. A handful of minutes from you or myself and the present might have been unimaginably different."
"How did the battle of Dunharrow go?"
"Seventeen muggles were killed, and twenty more injured. Man, woman, children of all ages. Some were tortured before our arrival and that of the defense forces. Three Aurors were killed.From our own lines, Gideon and Fabian Prewett fell fighting a group of five Death Eaters all by themselves."
"Fabian…" Her subordinate, fellow Auror and friend. Someone else she would never see again. Not in this life anyway.
"Of the old Order of the Phoenix you belonged to, Dorcas Meadows had been killed by Voldemort personally; Edgar Bones had been killed along with most of his family; Marlene McKinnon, as well, killed by Death Eaters together with her whole family; Benjy Fenwick, killed, only bits found of him. We won at Dunharrow at last and most agents of the Dark Lord were defeated. After their master's dismay, the remaining followers were hunted down and most captured or killed. But not without further loss on our part. Their lord defeated, the virulence of some was doubled. First, Caradoc Dearborn vanished and his body has never been found. I hold no hope for him anymore. And lastly ending this sorrowful list, Frank and Alice Longbottom, who were tortured into madness and have been treated at St Mungo ever since. But for them also, no chance of recovery."
"Frank and Alice?" Sam croaked feeling tears prickling again in her already red eyes. Tortured into madness? Her dear Frank and his sweet Alice? But…they were so strong… so full of life… A loving family devoted to fairness and Good.
"But… their son, Neville, what happened to him?"
"He was brought up by his grandmother. He is also in his Sixth year at Hogwarts and sorted in Gryffindor, just like his parents before him."
Mad. Mad. Frank and Alice. But hadn't she-
"Why didn't you do to them what was done to me? Why haven't you obliviate Frank and Alice? You knew it worked! Why haven't you done anything about them?!"
"Sam… We did do our best. But the situation was quite different then. You remain the only witch who was obliviate as treatment of mental deficiency. The method has been judged too harsh and unfitting by the medical and governmental authorities and legally forbidden ever after. And even if we had bypassed the interdiction, your symptoms were still unique and not at all those of the Longbottoms. I highly doubt that erasing their memory would have changed anything to their mental condition. If they were to stay in the same state, why take from them the precious faint recollection they could have of their son and each other?"
Sam pondered those last arguments and nodded in understanding. She decided she would go and visit her poor friends as soon as possible. Even if she knew she wouldn't like what she would see.
"There is still my question about Snape to be answered. Why would I have believed him more than the others would have?"
"Well, he was at school with us. In the same year, in Slytherin. You went out with him."
Sam stared at Remus. How very frustrating not even to remember who you went out with!
"I did?"
"Hey, don't ask me. You choose your boyfriends. And believe me, it has been hard enough for us to stand that one." By Remus' tone, Sam knew this relationship must have had some deep repercussions on her friendship with her Marauders. She felt it had been crucial in someway, but she yet couldn't put her finger on it and delayed her questions.
All were now silent. Her inquiries were partially satisfied. But a lot more needed to be said. Sam took the initiative to advance another subject close to her heart.
"After Lily and James' death; if his godparents were both unable to take care of Harry; who was given this task? What happened to him?"
"And also how did he defeated Voldemort being only a baby?"
"Yeah…that too." It almost hadn't seem important to Sam so far. As if she already knew exactly how Harry survived. Only she didn't. Or, she couldn't remember.
"I believe, more than ever from what you have told me, that it was Lily's sacrifice that protected Harry that night. She gave her life willingly for her son and that protection has been stronger than any spell, even stronger than the killing curse. And you said yourself you couldn't 'move', well my theory is that sensing you both couldn't win against Voldemort, she petrified you so you wouldn't interfere when he would kill her. She knew she was endangering your life, leaving you defenseless until you broke the Charm; but she also knew it was her only way to save Harry. She could only hope that if Voldemort didn't mean to kill her, he wouldn't kill you either. Not kill the only witness of his triumph. Or at least not before Harry was dead."
And that would be his greatest mistake. She added mentally. I'll soon make him wish he had kill me that night.
"Let me now repeat the prophecy: 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not."
"'Power that he knows not', I think we've covered that. But 'Mark him as his equal'?"
"From his confrontation with Voldemort, Harry keeps indeed one mark. A lightning bold shaped scar that, at one year old only, has made him famous in the whole Wizarding world as its savior. That is partly why I decided to entrust him to his only living relatives, Petunia Dursley and her family, rather than place him into any Wizarding family; to let him taste a bit of normality before his renown caught up with him."
"Petunia Dursley? You mean Petunia Evans who married that pig Vernon Dursley? Lily's sister?!"
"Yes."
"But she hated Lily! She had long broken all connections with her! The last time she saw her, I was there; and we were 17. Then she has devoted her life to erase Lily's presence in it forever.She has been insufferable and unlivable since childhood! Oh, and there are a few other colorful adjectives I long to add to that picture. She can't have taken Harry in willingly!"
"She was honest enough to take him in, but it is quite true that his life at the Dursley's has been no picnic."
"I bet!"
"Sam, Lily's sacrifice invoked an ancient magic that I could extend in one and only way. As long as he stays where his mother's blood dwells, his relations' care, there he cannot be touched or harmed by Voldemort."
"The blood protection."
"Exactly. However, you are entirely right in assuming that after living 16 years with those relatives who did not give him the affection he deserved, Harry is coming to a breaking point. At least, he is now at Hogwarts where he is safe and has his friends around him."
"I presume he stays there for the holidays."
"Indeed."
"Sixteen years and he has seen nothing else but Hogwarts and Petunia's awfully neat house, I guess."
"I am afraid so."
"Well that is surely enough. He is not going back there. I'll take him in if I must, but he is not going back."
"As long as Voldemort is after him we have no other choice."
"Then we'd better make sure soon that Voldy is not around anymore. You still haven't told me what your plans were."
"The old Order that you fortunately remember very well has been reformed. The Weasleys, Remus, Severus, some other members of the first Order as well as some new recruits. You will meet all these people this week. As for our plans, not much has been done so far but watch for the enemy's moves. After the attack on the ministry, the defense and protection of the population rely on Fudge and his Aurors who, as trained as Aurors can be, bound by Fudge, will not be sufficient to defeat Voldemort, his Death Eaters and the dark creatures assembled around him. We, independently and secretly for now, will have to prepare an offensive and you just arrive in time to participate in its elaboration. Voldemort is getting ready for a battle. He wants to win the Wizarding world over. But he will not take part in the fight. That he will delegate to his Death Eaters and dreadful subordinates as long as he can. For he has a priority, one that tortures him for sixteen years. 'The Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survive'. I am afraid we can take care of Voldemort's minions but that we will at some point have to rely on Harry to make justice upon the Dark Lord."
"Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survive'?! Wait, are you saying you're actually waiting from my godson that he kills Voldemort?!"
"What I am not waiting on is for Voldemort to kill Harry. I know how you regard prophecies and things of that matter Samantha. And even if the exactitude between what was predicted and what happened and is still happening strikes me, I do not mean to leave the heavy burden of 'killing' Voldemort on Harry's shoulders. But I fear that their confrontation is unavoidable. And Voldemort will try to kill Harry. He has to be ready to face him for I don't know how long he can still be protected from this duel."
"So, for you it's my godson against Voldemort. No alternative? Because of a fucking prophecy? "
"You know we all wish Harry had not to go through all this. But there is nothing we can do. And it is the faith that Voldemort puts in this 'fucking' prophecy that gives us the will and hope that we might soon defeat such a dangerous insane but afraid wizard."
"Harry is still a kid."
"A 'kid' who has already proved himself Lily and James Potter's son all right."
Sam sighed out of frustration. A prophecy. A psycho was trying to kill a child, her godson, because of a damn prophecy. And she wouldn't be an Sg1 member if she didn't believe that things could change - for the better or the worse - until the very last minute; that nothing was foreordained. She was already quite experienced with saving the world after all. Hopefully she might be able to avoid that confrontation that they all seemed to consider unavoidable. Even if it meant facing Voldy all by herself. Oh, now that was something she would almost gladly do. Soon it would be payback time for hurting her friends.
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"It is over midnight. Go and get some rest Samantha. We have much to do tomorrow."
Sam was indeed getting rather tired. Emotionally drained, she also felt it was time to end their discussion. If she still didn't know how Voldemort was back, for how long and what had happened since; much had already been said, and she thought she could wait until the next morning to hear the rest of the tale.
She turned to Molly and thanked her for the comfort she had brought her with her mere presence and marks of support. She also bid goodnight to Albus and to the men in the kitchen, also thanking them for respecting her sorrow and privacy. Then she climbed the stairs to her room followed by Remus.
"You're coming in for a moment, Moony?"
"Sure."
They sat on her bed. Sam yawned. Remus sighed and embraced her softly.
"We should really be going to bed. You're going to be completely worn out in the morning."
As tired as Sam was, she wanted to enjoy all the moments of privacy she would have with her friend.
"So are you. And besides I am not working early in the morning." She grinned inwardly. Yeah! Not working the whole week you mean! She knew everyone at the SGC thought she couldn't enjoy properly a day off, most of the time spending it on a side project of hers in her lab, but from time to time it still felt good to be far from your responsibilities. Thinking of work, Remus hadn't spoken much about himself and she didn't think he had mentioned his job at all.
"Are you working early tomorrow morning?"
"Don't worry about me. I don't work for the moment. I'll surely be off doing whatever the Order wants me to do for the day."
"What are you doing normally for a living Moony?"
Remus tensed slightly, still petting Sam's back softly.
"I…It's not easy for me to find a proper permanent job. I've done all sorts of small jobs to survive while studying more profoundly the Dark Arts. I've traveled quite a lot, took tons of notes, I'd like to write a book someday you know? A school manual maybe or a journal. But, I'd say my first true professional experience was when Albus offered me the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts three years ago."
"So you're Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Moony?"
"Oh, no. I stayed one year and resigned."
"What happened? I'm sure you make a wonderful teacher!"
"Thanks. But I couldn't stay. I have a sort of…err… handicap. But we'll talk about that later if you will. I don't like speaking about it."
Sam was dumbfounded. What could possibly prevent a qualified and strong willed man like Remus from finding a job? What did he mean by 'handicap'?
"You're not ill, are you Moony?" she asked worriedly. He seemed to think about it before answering.
"No, not exactly. Don't worry."
They sat in a comfortable silence.
"Hey, that means you'll be able to give me plenty of tips to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts!"
"Say 'DADA' Mildtooth, it's shorter."
"Like the 20th Century Art movement? Dadaism?"
"Like Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"Oh."
Another pause.
"Ah yeah, D-A-D-A. I got it."
Remus rolled his eyes playfully.
"So you had Harry in your class?"
He nodded.
"He is very interested in the subject. And very gifted too. It's a pleasure to teach him. He was in his third year back then. He mastered the Patronus charm in a few months only. Even us have needed much more time than that."
"What was the form of his Patronus?"
"A stag."
A stag?
Remus observed Sam. She was frowning. The 'stag' clearly meant something to her but she couldn't… remember. But Remus had no doubt it would soon come back to her.
"You know, if I could have, I would have taken Harry in myself. But I was already struggling to nourish myself. He wouldn't have been happier here. No. and not protected. I couldn't…"
It was Sam's turn to study Remus. He looked so tired. No. More weary. Prematurely old. But the sparkle in his eye when he spoke to her made her think that friendship and love was what he needed mostly. If things were hard for her, she realized they had been ten times harder for Remus who lived them.
"Tell me, what does he look like?"
"Well, he looks a lot like James. And when I say a lot, I mean as in he's almost James' double. Physically anyway. He has his untamable black hair, a similar build, glasses. But he has Lily's eyes. Those unique green eyes of hers. And he has a very different personality from his father. He might have taken more from Lily I suppose. He is more thoughtful, mature, less vain than James was at his age." Said Remus fondly.
Sam smiled trying to picture him.
"And what does he like?"
"DADA - how could he not after having me for a teacher - of course…"
"Of course."
"And Quidditch, I guess. He is Seeker, just like you were. And let me tell you, he might be even better, and that's saying a lot. I had never seen anybody fly like he does. Not since you and James last played."
"I'm glad. And what doesn't he like ?"
"Hum… I'd say Potions. He is not very fond of our dear Severus I believe. But that works both ways…"
"That Severus Snape teaches Potions at Hogwarts?"
"Yes. And he's been teaching the DADA class as well since the beginning of the term. So you'd better hurry and free our poor students before one dies of fright or another from homework overdose."
"If he's that bad… Is Albus keeping him only because he is part of the Order?"
"No, no. He is very competent. The best Potion Master of the last fifty years maybe; and he knows a great deal about the Dark Arts too. It's just that he is not really the best of pedagogues."
"I hope I'll be better."
"I'm sure you will."
Sam yawned with tiredness again.
"Okay Mildtooth time for bed."
"No, one more minute."
"One more minute? How old are you again?"
"35?"
"Exactly. Now, get up from my lap! Ouch! Mildtooth you're crushing me, you big brute!"
"'Big brute'? Really, Moony, I think it's highly time for you to do a small trip to the States!" Sam laughed as Remus lost his balance and they both fall unceremoniously… on the carpeted floor.
"That hurts."
"Yeah."
"Will you get off of me now?"
"No."
Remus sighed soundly feigning anger and rolled Sam off him.
"You know, one could think you're flirting with me Mildtooth."
Sam snorted.
"You wish, Moony. Not that I've seen a Mrs. Moony anywhere that could kill both of us in an excess of jealousy anyway. Unless you've been hiding her somewhere?"
"Nah. No Mrs. Moony yet. Not even a miss I-am-Moony's-girlfriend."
"Poor Moony. I see why you're so frustrated now."
Remus rose an eyebrow.
"Me frustrated? You were harassing me!"
"Well, I'm clearly loved, thank you. If you won't have me my beloved Remus, I only have two choices left. I can throw myself in the Thames after leaving a will saying 'Moony killed me'; or I can find you a girlfriend!"
Remus smiled and shook his head. Sam surely hadn't changed much.
"I haven't heard of a Mr. Mildtooth too. Shouldn't you be on a quest to find him rather than find me girlfriends?"
"What? You'd rather have a boyfriend?"
Remus rolled his eyes. It was Sam's turn to sign inordinately.
"No Mr. Mildtooth for me yet either. My boyfriends have a tendency to die or turn into evil treacherous bastards." Or inaccessible handsome strong independent Air Force colonels… "That makes us two solitary bachelors then, I guess."
"That will make you one sexually frustrated DADA teacher among hyper active teenagers with growing hormones you mean."
"I could see if Snape is still interested after all these years…" Said Sam wringing her eyebrows suggestively.
"Ew. Bad mental image, bad mental image. I think it is really time for you to go to sleep or you'll have me have nightmares for the rest of my life."
This time Sam did not object being definitely exhausted. It was so pleasant to have Remus back, and especially not to have lost this degree of intimacy that all the Marauders shared, even after all those years. She had almost felt like she was 18 again. She smiled tiredly. And she surely had acted as such. Laughing with Remus, she had almost forgot her worries, Voldemort, Sirius… Sirius.
They got up from the floor.
"Sirius has not been cleared of the charges against him yet."
"No."
"And my testimony won't be valid."
"Not as long as Pettigrew is still on the run."
"Then we'll have to get him. I won't let his memory be stained."
"Neither will I. Goodnight Mildtooth. Molly is supposed to come back tomorrow around nine and she'll wake you up if you're still sleeping."
"Nine is perfect."
"I might have to leave earlier. I'll be back in the evening like I did today."
"Okay."
"'Night then Sam. Empty your mind and try to sleep."
"You're not tucking me in?"
Remus murmured a 'Night, you brat' shaking his head, but smiling, and left.
Sam was alone.
She changed into her nightclothes, got into bed and switched the light off. Empty your mind and try to sleep? Fortunately she was too tired to be kept awaken by thoughts of Sirius or her other dead or injured friends.
"Sirius…"
She fell immediately asleep. A dreamless slumber that after a few hours filled with images.
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James was throwing the Quaffle to another red dressed Quidditch player who throw it in turn through a huge and high goal post.
"Gryffindor scores!"
Sam was above all the other players watching their game absently. She was searching for something around her, around them, around the stands. And so was the seeker of the other team. A flash of gold near the Ravenclaw stands and Sam was flying at unmatchable speed for her opponent towards it. She extended her hand and caught easily the winged ball.
"Sam Carter caught the snitch! 260 to 220 for Gryffindor! Gryffindor wins!"
She landed with the other players of her teams who dashed towards her to hug and high five her, leaded by James. Soon all Gryffindor students were surrounding their team and three boys made their way with difficulty through their classmates towards James and Sam.
"That was brilliant guys! You did it! We won the cup!"
"Marson had not even time to see the snitch that you had already caught it Mildtooth!"
"And that way you flew James! I'll be damned if you don't get an award for that performance! I had never seen anyone 'sky-surf' on their broom before!"
"Sky-surf?" James laughed at Sirius.
"Well that sums it up nicely, no?
"It sure does." They all grinned but were soon separated as the Gryffindor students carried their players shoulder high in triumph towards the castle.
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The faint glow of the dying embers in the monumental fireplace of the deserted Gryffindor common room gave an eerie aura to the silent room. The party celebrating the winning of the Quidditch cup was over and all students had retired to their room. Only two girls were still up and talking in the dormitory of the fifth years, being careful not to wake their sleeping comrades.
"We won thanks to you, Sam. There is no one who can catch the snitch as fast as you do. I'm sure you have the potential to play professionally!"
"You know that's something I'm not interested in, Lily."
"You and your science, Sam…"
"Besides, we won thanks to James. He played magnificently. He really deserved that award."
Lily snorted.
"That self sufficient haughty prat! I wish you weren't spending all your time with him and his friends. How many times did they get you into trouble already! You would still be a prefect if… But you still rather spend your days with them rather than with me."
"Lily…We've already talked about that…"
"I know, I know. But let me remind you all those times that I've forced myself to be civil to them just for you; so don't tell me I'm not trying! Still, Sam, who is your best friend? Me? Or stupid James Potter?"
"You're my best friend Lily. You shouldn't doubt it. And so you know more than anyone what is important to me. They are important to me. I need them at my side. But not in the same way that you are important to me as my best girl friend ever."
"Hum."
"Come on Lil', don't look sad like that, you know I can't stand it. Remember that the holidays are coming up, and we both are flying to the States together to enjoy the beautiful beaches of Miami and the sexy life guards; courtesy of my dad."
A smile returned to the red haired girl's face.
"I couldn't forget that. But Sam…"
"Yeah?"
"Is there someone you like?"
"What?"
"You know, as in someone you'd like to go out with? I've been thinking for some time now, that if you had been spending all your time with those geeks for the last five years, it may be because you are attracted to one of them…"
"What? Like James?"
"I was thinking more in the lines of Sirius Black…"
Sam laughed.
"Sirius? Nah. I don't know where you got that idea."
"Well, you two always seem to be so…in sync together, on the same wavelength."
"I guess we are. That's what makes us such good friends."
"Nothing more?"
"Nothing I know of."
"And you would tell me if something happened?"
"I always tell you when something happens Lil. But in that case, nothing will happen."
"Hum. Hum."
"But tell me, you wouldn't be attracted to Sirius by any chance?"
"Me?!"
"Or maybe it's James you like. You do talk about him quite a lot."
"To insult him!"
"You know what they say about love and hate…"
"I can't believe you're saying that, even to joke, eew, it's disgusting."
"Is it?"
"Revolting! Me and that… and his…his 'Bow-down-before-me, I'm-James-Potter' look! He is so vain! What an awfully perturbed mind you have to even think about it!"
"Lil and Jamie in a tree, K-I-S" Sam started in a singsong voice.
"Sam!"
"S-I-N-G!"
"Stop it Sam!"
"Or what?"
"Or what? Or Sam and Sirius in a-"
"Okay, okay I got it."
"Good."
"But you two would still make a great couple."
"Hardly."
"I bet you my broom that you two will end up together at some point next year!"
"And I bet you whatever you want you'll end up with Black long before I even say a polite word to Potter."
"Deal. Now let me think about what I can ask from you once you've lost."
"Lost? You'd better say goodbye to your broom, that's what you should do."
"You're getting tired Lil, you're not making sense at all."
"Riiiggghhttt. That is a brilliant example of selective hearing."
"The spittle of the toad does not reach the white dove."
"You're too weird Sam."
"Thank you."
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Lily and her strange ideas, really…Sirius? Well he surely was handsome, intelligent, funny… And he understood her so well…
But then there was Severus. Not that she would admit to Lily or worse the boys that the idea of consorting with the 'enemy' had crossed her mind more than once lately… Severus wasn't handsome. Severus wasn't funny. Hell, Severus wasn't nice. How many times already had the Slytherin called Lily and her a 'mudblood'? She didn't really care for herself, she was over it; but it hurt Lily and that she couldn't stand. But then Severus was intelligent. He was…intellectual. Something that the Marauders weren't much; no matter how clever the boys were, fun was sacred. And wasn't it also for her? Yes… But Severus' seriousness and manners had something enticing. He was dark and mysterious. An enigma to Sam. One she'd liked to solve. How could one who read and learned so much be so close-minded? Had Slytherin house poisoned him or was he naturally malicious? And there were those rumors about his dad being abusive…Sometimes she would catch a glimpse of him in the library, working alone. He had always seemed sad to her excepted when he was immersed in his books. But the way that James and Sirius treated him… Well, he deserved it! And she wouldn't say she had joined in willingly more than once!
'Sam and Severus'…pff… She must be even more tired than Lily. He wouldn't go out with a 'mudblood' anyway. But sometimes, when he thought she wasn't looking, she had felt his eyes on her. In class… In the great hall…Bah, she was imagining things. Damn hormones. And what would the boys think of her! They would never understand. They would never forgive her for dating a Slytherin. With You Know Who out there, that was betrayal. No, she wouldn't hurt them like that. She couldn't hurt Sirius like that. Better forget all about Severus Snape and his annoying deep black eyes…
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Author's Note:
Hi guys. A new chap of the Fifth Marauder for you!
I know, once more there is no action… And when the hell will Sam finally get to Hogwarts?!
But I'm almost done with the next chapter and I'll be speeding up the rhythm. The whole week will pass in one chapter. Then I'll have Sam get to Hogwarts.
Enjoy those two chapters cause I won't be writing more soon… Not with the school year starting on the 2nd September. I have a national exam to take at the end of the year and that (Urgh) will have to be my top priority.
Sam finally knows about Sirius' death. "Sirius can't be dead"; that were my thoughts exactly when our favorite crazy author killed him!!
I hope I didn't do a mistake in a previous chapter, but James is Chaser as Rowling tells us in book 2. So Sam can be seeker. And a good seeker, but James' way of flying would make him get the award.
Thank you all my faithful reviewers and those who have waited for me to finally move my a and post this new chapter.
- Love you all -
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P.S: (you'll have understood by now that my PSs have most of the time nothing to do with the story LOL)
I went to the concert of Placebo on the 17th July in Vienne (France) and it was brilliant!! I waited for 10 hours in front of the doors with other crazy Placebo fans to be in the front -! I wish you had all been there…
Don't miss their next concert in your country!
..:::}{ This fanfiction is dedicated to my best friend Lara}{:::..
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