Chapter Two
Harry ignored it when Molly Weasly called him down for dinner, and ignored it when Ron, Ginny and then Hermione came up successively to ask him down as well. He'd almost completed his 7 foot long essay on the Phillarus Potion, its origin, 100 variations, reason behind its creation, and the uses for it when he heard a voice at his door he'd never thought would be ordering him down to dinner.
"Get down there you snarky little brat or I'll drag you out by your shoe strings." Snape's voice cut through his concentration like a knife and he flew to the door ready to give his excuses and not come down anyway. His head was already tilted up, ready to meet his professors' eyes when he opened the door. He blinked and lowered his gaze slightly and looked at the startled Potions Master, only a few inches taller than him instead of the foot and a half he'd been expecting. He cleared his throat and looked at the essay a moment.
"I won't be coming down sir." He spoke evenly. Snapes' face curled into a sneer.
"Too good to eat with the common people, Potter?" the man was utterly infuriating at times. Harry just grabbed the parchment and held it up.
"No sir, but I'm not allowed to bring school work to the table and I'd like to get done before my concentration is broken." He stated simply. Snape scowled and snatched the parchment away, looking down muttering about cheating and big words. Harry glanced at his nicked hands and then heard the muttering stop. Slowly Harry looked up at the incriminating professor, only to see surprise on his face as he read each line rapidly. He could practically see his own thoughts running through the mans greasy head as he read it farther than he'd obviously intended. Snape paused, started for the stairs, still reading.
"You'll have to brake it anyway Potter. Eat or it's my head, not just yours." Harry sighed and followed the man.
As the pair reached the kitchen Snape was still reading his essay. Molly Weasly frowned but said nothing, suddenly fussing over Harry and practically shoving food into his mouth herself. He'd put a good amount of food on his plate before Molly left him alone to eat her own food. People were curious about what Snape was reading but no one had the guts to ask. Throughout dinner Harry heard the man muttering to himself about something, but then he just reread the essay. Hermione kept trying to start a conversation with Harry, ignored her attempts and instead talked to Arthur Weasly who'd noticed but didn't mention it. Ron, bless his heart, just looked confused then suddenly burst out with fur all over his body.
With a cry of rage Ron lunged for the twins who then threw themselves behind Arthur who then fell forward and was knocked sideways into Remus who threw his arms back when Arthur landed in his lap. His hands slapped Molly in the face, which just happened to be carrying drinks, which then flew through the air. Harry stared at the scene as if in slow motion, the cups flying through the air across the table, now a mess, straight towards the unsuspecting Snape. Those black eyes widened in surprise and Harry felt as if he wanted to die. Then everything sped up and every cup landed in a sopping, sticky mess all over the suddenly enraged professor. Everyone was silent, taking exactly what had just happened and Harry's eyes narrowed in the essay, the ink illegible and soaking through the paper in an irreparable mess. Slowly the boy stood up and the noise that had started was suddenly silenced at a deep, enraged voice.
"RONALD WEASLY!" everyone had thought it had been Snape, but then Harry's shaking form caught their eyes. Ron winced as it was his voice being shouted. The howling of Mrs. Black was silenced as soon as it stared mysteriously and Harry stared down at Ron, his best friend still covered in fur. "That. Was. Mine." He growled out, his grinding teeth hissing each word out darkly. Snape scowled up at the boy, shaking himself off and also stood up.
"Potter, don't be so foolish. It was an essay, nothing more. You'll receive partial credit due to my viewing it beforehand." Snape snapped at him. Harry hissed at him, his face hard as stone.
"I. Don't. Want. It. If I don't get it all for the amount of effort I put into that bloody thing I don't want any credit at all! Now I have to do it all over again!" the Weasly's winced, Remus gasped, and Snape scowled.
"Stop being a baby, boy." There was an odd groaning around the kitchen and Tonks franticly looked around. Moody shot out of his seat, wand pointed at Harry.
"Stop that right now Potter or you'll be saying goodnight!" his gruff voice above the groaning. Harry narrowed his eyes at no one in particular this time then whirled around and left the kitchen. Everyone sighed in relief- but as soon as the door shut quietly every piece of glass in the room shattered, causing all of the girls to scream.
Harry was already building his walls again in his room before anyone even thought about going up to see him. Moody knew, but didn't really care and soon left. No one was eager to go up and see him. The next morning he didn't go down for breakfast, he meditated through it. That afternoon he didn't come down for lunch, again meditating through the summons. During dinner he completed his homework, ignoring the summons but he took in the food that had been waiting outside his door. 'No use starving myself' he thought, finishing his second potions essay which he'd left for last, almost the same as the first word for word. It was midnight before he went downstairs, and he froze in the living room. Upon the wall was Mrs. Blacks' uncovered portrait, the woman frozen in mid scream. He stared at the painting, walking up to it as if hypnotized. Who had finally cast magic on her? Everything they'd done before had never worked?
He left the immortalized frozen woman, going into the kitchens and grabbing a Butterbeer from the magically cooled cabinet, sitting down at the table he hadn't seen since the day before. He sighed and popped open the bottle, taking a long drink before setting it down and staring at it. He didn't want to hear about his use of magic from anyone. It had been accidental, and having been done here it wouldn't have gotten through to the ministry as even a blip on their radar.
Harry listened to the night sounds of the house, the magical hum soothing him more than the slightly alcoholic drink at his lips. He closed his eyes, clearing his mind- a now regular occurrence and hummed a chant he'd only used in his mind. It was one of the ones he'd made for charms, and soon his voice was quietly going through the words and his eyes could 'see' the colorful magical threads slowly coming out of the architecture. It was making a beautiful, if basic picture of the house and everything in it. The vibrant yellows, dark blacks and purples, cool blues, dim reds and slightly pearl like glows seemed to weave together from all the previous magic in the house. Then wisps of colors appeared, giving the house and objects detail with the slightly dirty looking auras of having been touched by magical beings He took another sip, and then opened his eyes. Harry gave a startled gasp, eyes widening in surprise. "What the hell?!" he whispered, effectively ending his chant. But the magical signatures remained in place. Afraid, he stood up quickly and left his drink on the table. He hurried up to his room, staring at everything around him, the colors guiding him more than actually seeing the house. He shut the door and muttered to himself. 'It's nothing, just tired.' He rationalized with himself. It could be what the house did when they all went to sleep... so he lay down and passed out.
It was hours later a bright light woke him up. Harry rolled over with a growl but even more colors passed over his eyes. He opened his eyes slowly and shot up with a startled yell. Solid and pearl colors surrounded him. They were unlike the normal shades the normal eye picks up with shadow and contrast but it was much like a five year olds coloring book. He whirled around and covered his eyes, a blinding light directly across from him. A voice not his own reached his ears and the blinding white light reached for him. He jerked back and instead of passing through the slightly transparent color behind him he hit a hard surface.
"What is it Harry?" a vaguely familiar voice asked him.
"Dumbledore? Is that you?" Harry asked, looking around for the old man. Instead he only saw the alien blobs of color shifting behind the blindingly white one. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice rising louder so it might reach the wizard. He tried to push away from the white figure in front of him, trying to break through the colors behind him. The ones behind the white figure moved forward and he threw his arms up to ward them off, then screamed like never before. Those weren't his hands! He shook them in front of him and tried to push the bright silvery bars away towards the other figures but they only seemed to beat themselves. He could feel his hands, but he couldn't see them, like he was wearing weird goggles out of a sci-fi flick. He gave up on the silver bars and held up his 'hands' in a warding gesture to the other figures which had stopped their advance when he'd screamed.
"Calm down Harry. Tell us, what's happening?" Dumbledore's voice again but his familiar body was no where in sight, somewhere behind the white figure. Harry tried to look behind it but there was no sign of his Headmaster. The hum of magic seemed to have suddenly become deafening and he could barely think straight. He felt his body shaking but immediately stopped it. He couldn't allow these things to see him weak. He took an inaudible deep breath and glared at the offending white figure before him. It was actually quite beautiful if you didn't take into account that it was probably extremely deadly. If nothing he'd learned that in the magical world the prettier, the nastier the surprises.
"Where are you? All I can see are these weird bright blobs?" he said, calming his voice. The things had already seen him spooked so he just pressed his back against the wall. He could see solid colors rushing around behind him, one came particularly close and his fist lashed out to hit it but smacked painfully against the 'wall'. He jerked his hand back with a hiss of pain and avoided the white figure in front of him as it reached for him again. "Tell me!" he growled, trying not to panic again. 'Be calm be calm be calm' was the mantra running through his head. 'No one's hurt, no one's going to die, Albus is around somewhere...' and as long as he was there nothing would ever happen. "What's going on? Where are you for gods' sake?" he finally growled.
"What on earth is he talking about Albus? What's going on?" Molly Weasly sounded worried, her voice from around the multiple colored figures behind the white one. He made an assessment- the shinier the deadlier. The only thing he had to do was ignore the fact that the blobs that covered his own hands were pretty damn glittery.
"Harry, I believe that you are seeing magic." Dumbledore's voice was calm but Harry snapped at him anyway.
"I see magic almost every day! Where am I? Why are we here?" Harry was beginning to panic again and tried to push away the irrational fears beginning to plague him.
"I believe that it's the magical signature that you are seeing Harry. Now remain calm and let me touch you." The white figure moved forward and seemed ready to attack. Harry swung a fist and it connected solidly with a part of it and it recoiled away.
"Alright then, now where are you?" he asked, glancing around the figures again. His stomach was beginning to feel a little sick about now.
"I'm right in front of you Harry. And I must saw that was a pretty good swing." The Headmaster said cautiously.
"Something doesn't smell right here Professor... just tell me how to get out of here." Harry tried, keeping his fists up in a purely defensive stance. He saw the figures being the white one shift and heard a spell being muttered. "Expelliarmus!" he cried unthinkingly and from the silvery bar that he was suspecting may just actually be his hand a violently red light shot forward, nailing the offending green figure and sending it spinning through the air and then landed with a thud, unmoving. Everything was silent and still as he tried to concentrate on seeing everything normally. It took minutes, slow agonizing minutes where he was perched and ready for any sort of action. Slowly natural light began to reflect and shadows appeared, changing the scenery bit by bit. Before it was even complete his hands fell stiffly to his sides and he stared at Dumbledore, currently in the place the white blob had been. Behind him were Snape, Tonks, Molly and Remus, who was just getting off the floor and dusting himself off. Harry felt a sting behind his eyes and his heart quicken as he watched Remus get up off the floor, obviously the one he'd attacked.
"Bloody hell..." he murmured, his voice thick. He turned to Dumbledore and winced, a rather large red shiner forming around his left eye. "Now why did this happen exactly?" he asked, avoiding every ones eyes and staring at the pile of homework.
"Moody came to me with concerns. He spoke of your lack of sleep, startling increase in studies, and then of your surprisingly strong use of accidental magic. Is there anything else you want to tell me about Harry?" the old man asked, staring at him with those infuriatingly cool blue eyes. Always so vague, so serious.
"I'm not going to be over run by Voldie if that's what you're worried about. And that's enough." The shocked looks on all of their faces didn't move him in the least. Dumbledore continued to stare at him and he was suddenly thrown into confusion. Did his brain just tickle? It felt like a small twinge but then it hit him like a physical blow exactly what it was. "Get the HELL out of my head!" he growled, staring into his headmasters eyes. Those previously cool eyes widened behind half moon spectacles. "Is it not enough that I tell you? I've taken up where Snape left off and built a wall- look at me for Merlins' sake! I look like I built the damn thing! No one's getting in here, not you, not even Tommy himself!" he jabbed at his forehead, ironically at his scar. Harry scowled at the aged wizards.
"You'll apologize-"Molly began but surprisingly it was Snape who stopped her.
"If Mr. Potter believes he's above the headmaster himself who are we to disillusion the poor dear?" the Potions Master sneered. Harry shot him a hateful look and was suddenly knocked back as visions of a past not unlike his flew through his walls like a shower of nails. Harry's father, the marauder gang, slytherin dungeons, Volemort, potions, burning scars, night raids, and the Order flashed through his head and he had to hit his forehead to stop the in-flow of images.
A/N: Listen, I'm really sorry about these delays: but at this very moment I have movers yearning to pack up this computer and I'm PISSED beyond belief! This little scraplet is only PART of this chapter, so it isn't complete yet, but I wanted to give you guys at least SOMETHING before I moved and wasn't able to reappear for a little while. This is going to be hell... please don't flame me or throw rotten fruit in my general direction- PMS and moving is a bitch. Now in the REST of this chapter we see Tommy boy, Charlie, and little Harry and Hermione make up or something so it's NOT complete! No Hermione isn't a bitch in this story and sorry if that's the way I played it off earlier. Now wish me luck, I believe I'm going to need it.- Mia shy smilez
Harry ignored it when Molly Weasly called him down for dinner, and ignored it when Ron, Ginny and then Hermione came up successively to ask him down as well. He'd almost completed his 7 foot long essay on the Phillarus Potion, its origin, 100 variations, reason behind its creation, and the uses for it when he heard a voice at his door he'd never thought would be ordering him down to dinner.
"Get down there you snarky little brat or I'll drag you out by your shoe strings." Snape's voice cut through his concentration like a knife and he flew to the door ready to give his excuses and not come down anyway. His head was already tilted up, ready to meet his professors' eyes when he opened the door. He blinked and lowered his gaze slightly and looked at the startled Potions Master, only a few inches taller than him instead of the foot and a half he'd been expecting. He cleared his throat and looked at the essay a moment.
"I won't be coming down sir." He spoke evenly. Snapes' face curled into a sneer.
"Too good to eat with the common people, Potter?" the man was utterly infuriating at times. Harry just grabbed the parchment and held it up.
"No sir, but I'm not allowed to bring school work to the table and I'd like to get done before my concentration is broken." He stated simply. Snape scowled and snatched the parchment away, looking down muttering about cheating and big words. Harry glanced at his nicked hands and then heard the muttering stop. Slowly Harry looked up at the incriminating professor, only to see surprise on his face as he read each line rapidly. He could practically see his own thoughts running through the mans greasy head as he read it farther than he'd obviously intended. Snape paused, started for the stairs, still reading.
"You'll have to brake it anyway Potter. Eat or it's my head, not just yours." Harry sighed and followed the man.
As the pair reached the kitchen Snape was still reading his essay. Molly Weasly frowned but said nothing, suddenly fussing over Harry and practically shoving food into his mouth herself. He'd put a good amount of food on his plate before Molly left him alone to eat her own food. People were curious about what Snape was reading but no one had the guts to ask. Throughout dinner Harry heard the man muttering to himself about something, but then he just reread the essay. Hermione kept trying to start a conversation with Harry, ignored her attempts and instead talked to Arthur Weasly who'd noticed but didn't mention it. Ron, bless his heart, just looked confused then suddenly burst out with fur all over his body.
With a cry of rage Ron lunged for the twins who then threw themselves behind Arthur who then fell forward and was knocked sideways into Remus who threw his arms back when Arthur landed in his lap. His hands slapped Molly in the face, which just happened to be carrying drinks, which then flew through the air. Harry stared at the scene as if in slow motion, the cups flying through the air across the table, now a mess, straight towards the unsuspecting Snape. Those black eyes widened in surprise and Harry felt as if he wanted to die. Then everything sped up and every cup landed in a sopping, sticky mess all over the suddenly enraged professor. Everyone was silent, taking exactly what had just happened and Harry's eyes narrowed in the essay, the ink illegible and soaking through the paper in an irreparable mess. Slowly the boy stood up and the noise that had started was suddenly silenced at a deep, enraged voice.
"RONALD WEASLY!" everyone had thought it had been Snape, but then Harry's shaking form caught their eyes. Ron winced as it was his voice being shouted. The howling of Mrs. Black was silenced as soon as it stared mysteriously and Harry stared down at Ron, his best friend still covered in fur. "That. Was. Mine." He growled out, his grinding teeth hissing each word out darkly. Snape scowled up at the boy, shaking himself off and also stood up.
"Potter, don't be so foolish. It was an essay, nothing more. You'll receive partial credit due to my viewing it beforehand." Snape snapped at him. Harry hissed at him, his face hard as stone.
"I. Don't. Want. It. If I don't get it all for the amount of effort I put into that bloody thing I don't want any credit at all! Now I have to do it all over again!" the Weasly's winced, Remus gasped, and Snape scowled.
"Stop being a baby, boy." There was an odd groaning around the kitchen and Tonks franticly looked around. Moody shot out of his seat, wand pointed at Harry.
"Stop that right now Potter or you'll be saying goodnight!" his gruff voice above the groaning. Harry narrowed his eyes at no one in particular this time then whirled around and left the kitchen. Everyone sighed in relief- but as soon as the door shut quietly every piece of glass in the room shattered, causing all of the girls to scream.
Harry was already building his walls again in his room before anyone even thought about going up to see him. Moody knew, but didn't really care and soon left. No one was eager to go up and see him. The next morning he didn't go down for breakfast, he meditated through it. That afternoon he didn't come down for lunch, again meditating through the summons. During dinner he completed his homework, ignoring the summons but he took in the food that had been waiting outside his door. 'No use starving myself' he thought, finishing his second potions essay which he'd left for last, almost the same as the first word for word. It was midnight before he went downstairs, and he froze in the living room. Upon the wall was Mrs. Blacks' uncovered portrait, the woman frozen in mid scream. He stared at the painting, walking up to it as if hypnotized. Who had finally cast magic on her? Everything they'd done before had never worked?
He left the immortalized frozen woman, going into the kitchens and grabbing a Butterbeer from the magically cooled cabinet, sitting down at the table he hadn't seen since the day before. He sighed and popped open the bottle, taking a long drink before setting it down and staring at it. He didn't want to hear about his use of magic from anyone. It had been accidental, and having been done here it wouldn't have gotten through to the ministry as even a blip on their radar.
Harry listened to the night sounds of the house, the magical hum soothing him more than the slightly alcoholic drink at his lips. He closed his eyes, clearing his mind- a now regular occurrence and hummed a chant he'd only used in his mind. It was one of the ones he'd made for charms, and soon his voice was quietly going through the words and his eyes could 'see' the colorful magical threads slowly coming out of the architecture. It was making a beautiful, if basic picture of the house and everything in it. The vibrant yellows, dark blacks and purples, cool blues, dim reds and slightly pearl like glows seemed to weave together from all the previous magic in the house. Then wisps of colors appeared, giving the house and objects detail with the slightly dirty looking auras of having been touched by magical beings He took another sip, and then opened his eyes. Harry gave a startled gasp, eyes widening in surprise. "What the hell?!" he whispered, effectively ending his chant. But the magical signatures remained in place. Afraid, he stood up quickly and left his drink on the table. He hurried up to his room, staring at everything around him, the colors guiding him more than actually seeing the house. He shut the door and muttered to himself. 'It's nothing, just tired.' He rationalized with himself. It could be what the house did when they all went to sleep... so he lay down and passed out.
It was hours later a bright light woke him up. Harry rolled over with a growl but even more colors passed over his eyes. He opened his eyes slowly and shot up with a startled yell. Solid and pearl colors surrounded him. They were unlike the normal shades the normal eye picks up with shadow and contrast but it was much like a five year olds coloring book. He whirled around and covered his eyes, a blinding light directly across from him. A voice not his own reached his ears and the blinding white light reached for him. He jerked back and instead of passing through the slightly transparent color behind him he hit a hard surface.
"What is it Harry?" a vaguely familiar voice asked him.
"Dumbledore? Is that you?" Harry asked, looking around for the old man. Instead he only saw the alien blobs of color shifting behind the blindingly white one. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice rising louder so it might reach the wizard. He tried to push away from the white figure in front of him, trying to break through the colors behind him. The ones behind the white figure moved forward and he threw his arms up to ward them off, then screamed like never before. Those weren't his hands! He shook them in front of him and tried to push the bright silvery bars away towards the other figures but they only seemed to beat themselves. He could feel his hands, but he couldn't see them, like he was wearing weird goggles out of a sci-fi flick. He gave up on the silver bars and held up his 'hands' in a warding gesture to the other figures which had stopped their advance when he'd screamed.
"Calm down Harry. Tell us, what's happening?" Dumbledore's voice again but his familiar body was no where in sight, somewhere behind the white figure. Harry tried to look behind it but there was no sign of his Headmaster. The hum of magic seemed to have suddenly become deafening and he could barely think straight. He felt his body shaking but immediately stopped it. He couldn't allow these things to see him weak. He took an inaudible deep breath and glared at the offending white figure before him. It was actually quite beautiful if you didn't take into account that it was probably extremely deadly. If nothing he'd learned that in the magical world the prettier, the nastier the surprises.
"Where are you? All I can see are these weird bright blobs?" he said, calming his voice. The things had already seen him spooked so he just pressed his back against the wall. He could see solid colors rushing around behind him, one came particularly close and his fist lashed out to hit it but smacked painfully against the 'wall'. He jerked his hand back with a hiss of pain and avoided the white figure in front of him as it reached for him again. "Tell me!" he growled, trying not to panic again. 'Be calm be calm be calm' was the mantra running through his head. 'No one's hurt, no one's going to die, Albus is around somewhere...' and as long as he was there nothing would ever happen. "What's going on? Where are you for gods' sake?" he finally growled.
"What on earth is he talking about Albus? What's going on?" Molly Weasly sounded worried, her voice from around the multiple colored figures behind the white one. He made an assessment- the shinier the deadlier. The only thing he had to do was ignore the fact that the blobs that covered his own hands were pretty damn glittery.
"Harry, I believe that you are seeing magic." Dumbledore's voice was calm but Harry snapped at him anyway.
"I see magic almost every day! Where am I? Why are we here?" Harry was beginning to panic again and tried to push away the irrational fears beginning to plague him.
"I believe that it's the magical signature that you are seeing Harry. Now remain calm and let me touch you." The white figure moved forward and seemed ready to attack. Harry swung a fist and it connected solidly with a part of it and it recoiled away.
"Alright then, now where are you?" he asked, glancing around the figures again. His stomach was beginning to feel a little sick about now.
"I'm right in front of you Harry. And I must saw that was a pretty good swing." The Headmaster said cautiously.
"Something doesn't smell right here Professor... just tell me how to get out of here." Harry tried, keeping his fists up in a purely defensive stance. He saw the figures being the white one shift and heard a spell being muttered. "Expelliarmus!" he cried unthinkingly and from the silvery bar that he was suspecting may just actually be his hand a violently red light shot forward, nailing the offending green figure and sending it spinning through the air and then landed with a thud, unmoving. Everything was silent and still as he tried to concentrate on seeing everything normally. It took minutes, slow agonizing minutes where he was perched and ready for any sort of action. Slowly natural light began to reflect and shadows appeared, changing the scenery bit by bit. Before it was even complete his hands fell stiffly to his sides and he stared at Dumbledore, currently in the place the white blob had been. Behind him were Snape, Tonks, Molly and Remus, who was just getting off the floor and dusting himself off. Harry felt a sting behind his eyes and his heart quicken as he watched Remus get up off the floor, obviously the one he'd attacked.
"Bloody hell..." he murmured, his voice thick. He turned to Dumbledore and winced, a rather large red shiner forming around his left eye. "Now why did this happen exactly?" he asked, avoiding every ones eyes and staring at the pile of homework.
"Moody came to me with concerns. He spoke of your lack of sleep, startling increase in studies, and then of your surprisingly strong use of accidental magic. Is there anything else you want to tell me about Harry?" the old man asked, staring at him with those infuriatingly cool blue eyes. Always so vague, so serious.
"I'm not going to be over run by Voldie if that's what you're worried about. And that's enough." The shocked looks on all of their faces didn't move him in the least. Dumbledore continued to stare at him and he was suddenly thrown into confusion. Did his brain just tickle? It felt like a small twinge but then it hit him like a physical blow exactly what it was. "Get the HELL out of my head!" he growled, staring into his headmasters eyes. Those previously cool eyes widened behind half moon spectacles. "Is it not enough that I tell you? I've taken up where Snape left off and built a wall- look at me for Merlins' sake! I look like I built the damn thing! No one's getting in here, not you, not even Tommy himself!" he jabbed at his forehead, ironically at his scar. Harry scowled at the aged wizards.
"You'll apologize-"Molly began but surprisingly it was Snape who stopped her.
"If Mr. Potter believes he's above the headmaster himself who are we to disillusion the poor dear?" the Potions Master sneered. Harry shot him a hateful look and was suddenly knocked back as visions of a past not unlike his flew through his walls like a shower of nails. Harry's father, the marauder gang, slytherin dungeons, Volemort, potions, burning scars, night raids, and the Order flashed through his head and he had to hit his forehead to stop the in-flow of images.
A/N: Listen, I'm really sorry about these delays: but at this very moment I have movers yearning to pack up this computer and I'm PISSED beyond belief! This little scraplet is only PART of this chapter, so it isn't complete yet, but I wanted to give you guys at least SOMETHING before I moved and wasn't able to reappear for a little while. This is going to be hell... please don't flame me or throw rotten fruit in my general direction- PMS and moving is a bitch. Now in the REST of this chapter we see Tommy boy, Charlie, and little Harry and Hermione make up or something so it's NOT complete! No Hermione isn't a bitch in this story and sorry if that's the way I played it off earlier. Now wish me luck, I believe I'm going to need it.- Mia shy smilez