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Chapter 14: Bullsworth and Kisses
After wandering about the Gryffindor common room for an hour or two, Harry still wondered as to what he should be doing Was he supposed to remain silent and ignored, as though he hadn't heard about the death of Siren's mother? Or was he supposed to talk about it to someone? Was he supposed to confront Siren? Or comfort her? Harry decided to wait.
Days went by. Then weeks. Christmas was only a few days away when Harry finally decided to talk to Siren. He walked through the quiet halls of Hogwarts. He had but only the company of himself and a few chatty paintings. As had been the passing of those lonely weeks without his friends. He missed Ron and Hermione dearly. On occasion, Dumbledore would go to the owl post in Hogsmeade with Harry, both hoping for letters from the students or the students' parents, ensuring the Hogwarts staff that all was glad and safe in the wizarding world outside of Hogwarts. Those letters never came. Dumbledore speculated that the Ministry of Magic had restricted all owls from leaving or entering Howarts and Hogsmeade, just to be safe that the "death eater at Hogwarts," as Voldemort had hinted to, wouldn't intercept them and learn what might be classified Ministry of Magic information.
As for the staff of Hogwarts, nobody was allowed to leave, not until they had discovered who the death eater amongst them might be, if indeed one was residing at the school. And as for Harry, he was glad to know that Lupin would be staying at Hogwarts as well, though he and Sirius were quite often not to be found. Harry knew that they were only dealing with top secret Ministry information, but he still felt as though they were ignoring him. To be quite honest, he thought that everyone seemed to be ignoring his inferior presence in the castle.
Eventually arriving at Siren's classroom, Harry found that she was not there. Something awful took its grip on Harry's stomach. He felt that something was wrong. Quickly overcoming his panic, he fled to the staff room to see if anyone knew where she was. He almost knew that Siren was in danger.
Flying down the stairs, Harry soon arrived in the staff room. He was relieved to see Siren sitting on one of the couches. He was surprised, however, to see Krum sitting with her.
"Viktor?" Harry said, walking towards the two. "What are you doing here? Is Hermione or Ron with you?"
Viktor shook his head no. "The Ministry of Magic let me come back to Hogvarts."
"I asked them to let him come," Siren continued. "I just needed someone to talk to about something."
"Your mom?" Harry replied rather bluntly.
Siren smiled, but in a sad, though reassuring way. "Among other things."
"I'm sorry, by the way," Harry added softly. "I know that you were looking forward to seeing her."
Siren half-smiled at him. "Thanks," she replied, and Harry could see a sparkling tear forming in her right eye.
*****
After that day,. Things in school seemed happier. Maybe it was the spirit of Christmas. Maybe it was all of the beautiful white snow that had recently accumulated upon the Hogwarts grounds. Whatever it was, everyone was in a better mood. Even Snape seemed less cruel than usual.
On Christmas morning, Harry rushed down to the Great Hall. He knew that everyone left in the school - the staff, Sirius, Lupin, Krum, Siren, and himself - were to have a morning feast on Christmas day. As he found his way to the Great Hall, he heard someone singing Christmas carols. He peaked inside the doors of the Great Hall and realized that it was the Hogwarts ghosts, gathered next to a beautiful Christmas tree that Hagrid had brought in only the day before. Harry walked inside and was greeted by smiles from McGonagall and Dumbledore, who appeared to be the only ones already there. Harry must have been early.
"Merry Christmas, Harry," Dumbledore said to him with a light pat on the shoulder.
"Merry Christmas, Professor, Professor McGonagall," Harry replied. "Where's everyone else?"
"Oh, Siren and Professor Snape were just here, but left to retrieve something from the post office," McGonagall answered. "The others should be here shortly."
Sure enough, about five minutes later, Sirius and Lupin showed up, soon followed by the other staff members. It took nearly half an hour for Siren and Snape to return, and when they did, they returned with grim faces.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked Siren as she sat down next to him at the large table directly in the center of the Hall.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered quietly, but it didn't take a mind-reader to know that she was lying. Nevertheless, Harry decided not to ask her anything further.
"Have you seen Viktor?" Siren asked Dumbledore.
"No," he replied, a hint of concern in his voice, "as a matter of fact, I haven't. Perhaps he slept in a little late. Harry, why don't you run up to the common room and get him?"
"Actually, Professor," Siren piped in, "he slept in the Slytherin common room last night. We stayed up late talking about my mum, and I told him that he could just sleep on the couch instead of wandering through the halls trying to find his way back to the Gryffindor common room."
"He wasn't awake when you left?" Snape asked her. The tone of his voice implied that he didn't much like the fact that Krum had been in the Slytherin tower the previous night.
"No, he was still asleep," she replied. "I left pretty early. I didn't want to wake him."
"Perhaps you should go fetch him, then," said McGonagall. "I doubt that he'd want to miss breakfast this morning."
Siren nodded her head, and as she stood up to leave, the doors to the Hall opened, and in walked Krum.
"Sorry for being late," Viktor said as he took a seat on the other side of Siren. "I got lost on my vay back to the Gryffindor common room this morning."
And so the feast began. Harry and Siren talked about what they should do during the holidays to stay entertained. Krum offered to show Harry and Siren some new quidditch moves. Harry was eager, but Siren declined.
"I have a lot of research to do over the holidays," she said. What kind of research, however, she wouldn't comment on.
"Is it dark magic?" Harry asked her. "You mentioned in class that we'd be studying some really powerful curses after the holidays, considering that the school will be running again by then, that is."
"I really shouldn't say," Siren answered.
"Oh come on, I won't tell anyone," Harry replied with a smile.
"Yeah," agreed Krum. "Vot kind of dark arts are you researching?"
"I'd really rather not say," Siren replied again, taking a sip of her eggnog.
"Does it have anything to do with Voldemort?" Harry persisted.
"That's enough out of you, Potter," Snape scolded, giving Harry a dark look. No one else, save Siren and Krum, noticed this. Harry was waiting for Sirius to stand up for him and say something nasty to Snape, but he didn't. Sirius was too preoccupied with Lupin, more than likely discussing a more enjoyable topic than dark magic.
Just as Harry and Krum were beginning to talk more about quidditch, a crow flew through the window of the Great Hall, carrying a letter in its beak. The entire staff looked apprehensive, and Siren looked afraid. The crow flew above Siren, who now had her wand out and ready, then it dropped the letter onto her lap. The crow flew right back out from whence it came, without even stopping to pick at the food on the table.
"Perhaps I should check that for you first," Sirius said, standing up and walking closer to Siren. Everyone else remained silent. Krum and Harry looked at one another with looks of confusion. Neither of them really understood why everyone seemed to upset about the crow and its letter.
"No," Siren replied quickly. "It's alright, Sirius."
"It'd be prudent if you allowed for him to check it first," Snape added. "He is an auror after all." Harry was shocked at this. He had never seen Snape agree so readily with Sirius's judgement.
But Siren had already opened the letter, and was reading it. Harry watched as her eyes skimmed over it from side to side, then finally resting at the bottom, as though in deep thought. She finally shook her head in disgust and crumpled up the piece of paper. "I can't believe him," she said aloud.
"What did he say?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Who?" asked Harry. He was utterly confused about what was going on.
"My grandfather," Siren answered. She looked up at Harry. "The crow is the messenger of the Death Eaters, but their use is usually restricted to only Voldemort himself."
"They never use owls?" Krum asked.
"They do," Siren added, "but not usually. A letter sent by a crow from the Death Eaters is usually, um..."
"A symbol of alliance," Dumbledore replied sternly. "A sign of respect, or friendship, even."
"He obviously thinks that I'm on his side," Siren added quickly. "Or is hoping that I am, at least. Maybe he's trying to tell me that he doesn't want me as an enemy anymore. What an idiot." She threw the letter onto the table, muttering swear words under her breath as she did so.
"What was the letter about?" Snape asked slowly, breaking the uneasy silence that followed Siren's words.
Siren shrugged. "Nothing, really. Some nonsense about a meeting he's having in Argentina. He wants me to be there tonight."
"That's hardly nothing," Lupin said, furrowing his brow. "This means that he's left the castle."
"This could be a good opportunity to try and catch him, or at least some of his followers," Sirius added, turning to Dumbledore to see his reaction.
"Not with the Yfel around his throat," Dumbledore replied gravely. "The letter may be a trap. He may want us to show up. We'll just have to wait for now. Wait, and hope."
Everyone seemed demoralized after this.
"He sure knows how to ruin a nice morning," Harry stated after a few more seconds of silence.
"Agreed," Krum added, continuing to pick at the food on his plate with his fork.
After everyone was finished eating their breakfast, they went their own ways, neglecting to collect Voldemort's letter which still laid upon the table. That letter was eventually cleaned up by the house elves and taken down to the Hogwarts kitchens, where they secretly read it amongst themselves. "The Headmaster should most certainly see this letter," stated one of them. "Immediately!"
*****
Harry found himself quite bored for the rest of the day, just sitting around the common room all alone. Hedwig was outside somewhere. Dobby and the other house elves were busy preparing for the Christmas dinner, and even the paintings were off somewhere. Harry was utterly alone. For the first time he yearned for danger. Something exciting. Sadly enough, if Voldemort was to appear before him at that very moment, he would have welcomed him with a standing ovation.
Just as Harry was about to be consumed by the absolute laziness that came with boredom, he saw his Firebolt laying against a chair across the room from him. He decided to go for a ride.
*****
"Come on, Siren," Krum persisted as he and Siren sat in the Slytherin common room. "Just this once."
"No," Siren replied with a girlish giggle. "We can't! I think that Hermione would be upset with you if we did."
Krum walked closer to her, holding her hands in his. "She doesn't haff to find out," he replied with a smile. Siren looked at him and smiled as well.
"Viktor," she said softly, "we could get caught."
"Come one," he said again, "it'd be so much fun! You know you vant to do it. I've been vanting to do it all year."
"We could get into trouble," Siren said sternly. "I could get fired if word of this gets out. Do you know how illegal this is?"
"Most dark arts are illegal," Krum replied. "But you still do them."
"Because I'm a teacher, Viktor," she replied curtly.
"Then teach me!" Krum pleaded.
Siren paused and looked at Krum for a bit before she answered. "Fine," she said quietly, "but don't tell anyone. C'mon, we'll make the potion on top of the Slytherin tower. No one will see us there."
*****
Harry was flying high above the Forbidden Forest. He noted that it didn't look so scary from a bird's eye view. After flying about the castle grounds for an hour or so, he decided to head back. It was getting very cold, and even his ridiculous amount of boredom within the castle seemed more desirable than flying around on a cold winter's night. As Harry made his way past what looked to be the Hufflepuff common room, he saw a dark cloud hovering above the Slytherin tower. Curious, he slowly flew towards it.
His initial thoughts were that it was Snape, concocting some strange potion which required a cold environment, but as he flew closer, he saw that it was not the case. He inched closer, and was finally able to see Krum and Siren standing atop the tower with a cauldron between them which was bubbling fiercely and giving off dark gray fumes of smoke. Harry decided t check it out. He flew over to the tower and landed.
"Hi, Harry," Krum said.
"Harry," Siren said hesitantly, looking up at him, "Hmm..keep this a secret, alright?"
"Sure," Harry replied, getting closer to the cauldron. "What is that?"
"A Bullsworth potion," Siren answered.
"Which does what?" Harry asked.
"It allows the drinker to pause time without anyone else knowing it," Siren answered.
"Ve vant to make tonight last longer," Krum added.
"Why?" Harry asked. "Isn't this sort of thing against the law?"
"Yeah," Siren replied, not seeming phased at all. "Tonight has to last longer because I have a lot of research to be done by tomorrow. I don't want to work all night, though. I just need this stuff to give me an extra hour or so."
"And I vant to stay here as long as possible before dawn," Krum added.
"Why is that?" Harry asked as he took a closer peak at the cauldron.
"I have to leave at dawn," he replied. "And I don't vant to."
"You want to drink some when it's ready?" Siren asked him nonchalantly.
"I can't," Harry replied nervously. "It's illegal."
"A lot of things are illegal, Harry," Siren answered with a laugh. "C'mon, it'll be fun."
She looked intensely at Harry with a smile on her face. Krum also looked at Harry, waiting for his answer. Harry knew it was wrong, but something deep within him wanted to go against the rules. He wanted to be bad. "Alright," Harry finally answered. "But we have to do something fun. I wouldn't want to go to Azkaban in vain."
Siren smiled. "Right on, Harry," she replied.
After about five minutes of waiting in silence, the potion was ready.
"You're sure you've mixed it all correctly?" Harry asked before he took a sip f it.
"Of course," Siren replied. "Snape and I have made it dozens of times. Though, those times were under permission os the Ministry of Magic."
Siren began to drink her share first, then Krum, and finally Harry.
"I don't think this is working," Harry said after a bit. "I don't feel any different."
"You won't," Siren replied. "To stop time, all you have to do is snap your fingers. We can only pause time for up to four hours, though."
"Vot if ve vant to un-pause time?" Krum asked after finishing his share of the potion.
"Snap your fingers again," she answered. "But since it's the three of us, we all have to snap at the same time. And once we've paused up to what would be four hours to us, the potion wears off."
Harry was eager to test it out. "Let's try it now," he said. Krum and Siren agreed.
"On three," Siren replied. "One...two...three."
They all snapped their fingers.
The wind stopped. There was no noise. The world stopped spinning, but the pull of gravity still pulled. It had no time to stop pulling. Time had no presence on the Earth anymore.
"Cool," Harry said to himself.
"Vow," Krum gasped, poking at a bug on the all of the tower, which was dead still.
"So," Siren said, walking around a bit. Harry finally noticed how beautiful she looked. Her hair was let down and straight. She wore robes of blood red which were open down the center, and the neck of the long black dress she wore underneath accentuated her cleavage brilliantly. "What do you guys want to do?" she asked.
"What is there to do?" Harry asked.
"Anything we want," Siren smiled wickedly. "The world is ours. We can be as bad as we want, and do whatever we want. No one will even know."
Siren's words lifted Harry's spirit to a very content place. And with that, something in him changed. He no longer cared about the rest of the world. Why should he? It had been ignoring him ever since the school had closed, and now was Harry's time to ignore it. Harry looked out from the tower, and replied, "Let's raise some Hell."
*****
Harry, Siren, and Krum decided to have a peak in the staff room first, then go into the Forbidden Forest. If they had time, they would raid a few stores in Hogsmeade, which was Krum's idea, before Siren would leave to conduct whatever research she had to do.
"Nobody will find out, Harry," Siren would say, "so don't' be so afraid. Live a little."
As soon as they arrived in the staff room, Harry burst out laughing. He saw Snape talking to McGonagall, both of their faces frozen in ridiculous expressions. McGonagall, who appeared to have been listening to Snape, had her bottom lip curled out, as though she was about the clean her bottom teeth with her tongue. Snape looked like he was about to pronounce the letter "f" with a hilarious over-bite and his eyebrows raised high upon his forehead.
"Siren, look at this," Harry said, but Siren was no longer right beside him. She was across the room, near the window, looking at Dumbledore. He was frozen in a very forlorn fashion, looking glumly upon a letter he was holding in his hands.
"He's reading the letter my grandfather sent to me," Siren said aloud. To Harry, she seemed a little wary while she said this.
"Vot does it say?" Krum asked her, walking closer. He reached out to grab the letter, but Siren slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch it!" she gasped. "He'll figure out that we've been using a Bullsworth potion if anything suddenly changes when time resumes again. You guys, we absolutely cannot move anything or touch anything unless there's nobody around, got it?"
Harry and Krum both nodded their heads in understanding. Krum didn't know how lucky he was that he didn't read the letter. His knowledge of its contents would've resulted in dangerous consequences.
"This is boring," Harry said as they made their way down the Hogwarts grounds and towards the forest.
"I agree," said Siren.
"Ve should do something dangerous," Krum added, walking ahead of the two, then turning around to face them. "Siren, lets do some more dark magic."
"Viktor, you're not at Durmstrang anymore," Harry replied. "We can't just do dark magic all the time. We'll get into way too much trouble."
"So we're just going to walk around, then?" Siren spat. "Harry, you said, 'let's raise some Hell,' didn't you?"
"Yes, but-"
"But what?" Siren interrupted loudly. "The world is ours! We can do anything, Harry, anything!"
Harry had to admit that the offer was tempting, but what if they were to be caught?
"Bullocks!" Harry yelled back, walking closer to Siren. "What's wrong, Siren? You admire your grandfather so much that you want to be a criminal, too?"
"But Harry-"
"No!" Harry continued. "If you want to go to Azkaban, that's fine, but I'm not going with you."
"Harry!" Siren was finally able to say. "We're NOT going to Azkaban. Even if we do get caught, my grandfather will help us out. He wouldn't let us get thrown away for something as petty as this."
Krum looked unsure. "Even Harry?" he asked.
"Even Harry, if I asked him to," Siren answered, her face screwed up with anger.
"What?" Harry scoffed. "I think you're mind's going dumb, Siren. Firstly, your grandfather wants me dead. Secondly, he tried to get Andreala to kill you. Thirdly, you hate him, remember?! Why the hell would he want to help us?!"
"Listen to me, Harry," Siren replied hastily, "a lot of people have tried to kill me in the Ministry of Magic, but now that I'm on their side, they're trying to protect me. My grandfather could do the same turnaround. Besides, if my grandfather really wanted me dead, I'd be dead right now. Same goes for you. Do you think you defeated him all under your own power?" Siren got close to Harry, right up in his face. "He let you live, Harry! Maybe not when you were a baby, but ever since Quirrel, he's let you live. Why else is he still alive, Harry? If he can't kill someone with one shot, he'll fight that person to the death. But not with you. Instead of chasing you down day after day, he's waited. And do you know why?!"
Harry didn't answer, but waited for Siren to continue.
"Because, Harry," she answered, "he wants you on his side more than anything, just like your parents. He wanted them on his side. He gave them time, too. He waited until they were older. When they still refused him, he decided to stop playing games, and killed them. That's what he's doing to you. That's what he's doing to me. He's waiting. He's playing a game with us. And if we're smart, we'll join him eventually or else he'll get tired of waiting and kill us off."
Siren turned away from Harry and walked a few steps ahead of him, looking past the mountains to where Salazar's castle would be.
"Then why did he try to kill me at the Dursleys?" Harry asked, his voice shaking with anger and frustration.
"He waited for you to leave," Siren answered. "The Dursleys knew too much about what had happened that night when your parents died. They had to go." She turned around and looked at him. "You wont' win, Harry," she added. "No one can defeat him. No one ever will. We'll all bow to him, or die."
Harry said nothing, but took into consideration that Siren might be right. And what if she was? Would he then join Voldemort? A voice in his head answered, 'Yes. You could be great, Harry. The world is yours for four hours. Join him and you could have it forever.'"
"I'm going back inside," Krum said, obviously uncomfortable. "This is getting too veird." And with that, he turned and walked away towards the school. When they could no longer see him, Harry and Siren looked at one another.
"You're not lying," Harry said to her.
"For once, you're being told the bitter truth," she said. She walked closer to him, and her expression became softer. "I know it's wrong to join him, but what else can I do?"
Harry didn't reply, but for the first time looked upon Siren in a new light. He had grown to care about her very much. For the first time he realized that he had taken a great liking to her. He had a crush on the true heir of Slytherin.
"I want to have a family someday, y'know?" she continued. "That wouldn't work out too well if I was killed. Besides, he's the only family that I have left now."
"Which is Voldemort's fault in the first place," Harry replied, trying not to sound too rude. "He killed your parents."
"No!" Siren snapped. "He did not! The Ministry of Magic did. THEY killed my father, thinking that he was a death eater. They made up the lie that my grandfather had killed him after they realized their mistake. I've never blamed them, thinking that it was just an accident. I know better than that now. The research I've been doing lately, with Snape's help, proves that the Ministry killed him. Snape's old letters to Dumbledore when he was a spy set my grandfather in Venice when my father was killed. Dumbledore wrote back to him saying that the Ministry was looking for the Dark Lord in Moscow, and that they had killed a very important death eater there.
"They also killed my mother." She sighed softly. She bowed her head, hiding her face. "They made the same 'mistake' again. What if I'm next?" She began to cry silently. Harry couldn't help it. He stepped closer towards her and hugged her; lightly at first, then tighter. She began to cry a little harder, and clutched on to Harry's robes. The two said nothing. They stood there, holding one another for about five minutes. Maybe it was the fact that the entire world was still, but for the moment, Harry took notice of nothing else but Siren. She felt soft and small in his arms, and some floating feeling in his stomach made him feel complete. When she had finally stopped crying, Siren lifted her head and pulled away a bit. Still holding on to Harry, she looked deeply into his eyes. Harry had a very strong urge to kiss her, but decided not to. It would be his first, and he didn't want to mess it up with someone as beautiful and special as Siren. But Harry had no choice in the matter. Before he could think twice, Siren slowly leaned in to him, and kissed him softly on the lips. Immediately, Harry could hear voices, angelic at the least, singing softly in his ears. He pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss. The kiss was more than Harry would have anticipated. He never wanted it to end. The touch of her soft lips, her tongue caressing his - Harry would've liked very much to go further with Siren right then and there, but he couldn't. Not out in the open like that.
Siren slowly pulled away. She let her body loosen and melt within Harry's arms.
"If I join him, will you come with me?" she asked him, her voice gentle and in no more than a whisper.
Harry didn't hesitate to answer. "Absolutely."
*****
The Bullsworth potion's spell wore off quicker than Harry had intended it to. He and Siren had kissed a bit more before going back to her classroom, where they went a little further than just kissing.
"I don't' know what's come over me." Harry laughed as he stood and did up his robes. Siren was doing the same, though she was still sitting on her desk, which had papers scattered upon it in a mess.
"What do you mean?' Siren smiled. "Have you never done it before?"
"Not until now," Harry replied, sitting down next to Siren and putting his arm around her. She snuggled in closer to him. "But it's not that," Harry continued. "It was great. Better than I imagined or dreamed it could be like. But that's not what I meant."
"Then what do you mean?" Siren asked quietly, burying herself in Harry's embrace.
"It's just that I've never felt so..." Harry searched for words to describe the sensation that was overtaking his body and soul, "...alive."
Siren looked up at him, still pressed against his body. She smiled as Harry brushed her hair behind her ear. "I know exactly what you mean," Siren replied, holding on to his hand. Harry kissed her forehead. Just as he did, the world awoke from its timeless slumber. There was wind blowing against the window. Thunder boomed from afar. A storm was coming.
"Should we go find Krum?" Siren asked as she peeled herself away from Harry, stood up, and tried to fix her messy hair.
"Actually,"Harry answered, walking up from behind her and wrapping his arms around her tiny waist, "I was hoping we could go to visit your grandfather."
"Already?" Siren asked, turning around in his arms, looking at him in the eye. "I mean, once we leave we can't come back. It'd be too risky."
"If I don't leave now, I probably never will," Harry replied, sighing. "It's now or never."
Siren put her arms around Harry's neck. She stood on her tip toes to kiss him. She looked at him lovingly. "Are you sure you want this, Harry?"
"Only if you do," Harry replied. "Are you sure you want to?"
"It's not that big of a deal for me, Harry," Siren smiled. "I'm used to being around him by now. But you...I mean, to change sides completely. What about Ron and Hermione? Or Sirius? You have so many friends here, Harry, I don't want you to lose that."
Harry looked deeply into Siren's eyes. He was in love with her, there was no doubt in his mind. The feeling was strong, so strong that he had no other cares in the world, not even for Ron or Hermione.
"If they're not with us, they're against us," Harry answered.
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Hehehe I wanted SO bad to name this chapter "Booty." Hehehehe. Hope ya liked it in some way or another ;)
-Summer