Just a note, in the eighth chapter, I said that there was a Hogsmeade
weekend. I didn't want it too be too far into the year, as they're only on
to their first game. So, instead of it being in late October, like someone
told me, (I can't remember when) I'm saying that the trip was in late
September, early October.
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Harry didn't know what hit him, but, of course, he realized that it was Malfoy. He was pinned under him and he couldn't do anything. Everyone was so shocked; even Ron hadn't done anything, he was just standing there, with his mouth open.
"Alright, alright, get off!" Madam Hooch pulled him off of Harry. "What is the meaning of this?" She asked sternly.
Harry was still sitting on the ground. He shook his head, confused.
"He made fun of my family." He said.
Harry stood up. "Because he made fun of my friends!"
Madam Hooch shook her head, disappointedly. "That will be enough. Penalty for Gryffindor. One more act like that out of you, Mr. Malfoy, and you will be suspended from the game."
She blew her whistle again, and the game started.
Harry decided to look around from the other end of the pitch from Malfoy. After fifteen minutes, he still hadn't seen anything, and Slytherin was leading by eighty points. "Come on, Harry, find that snitch."
He circled around the pitch, and when he passed Ginny, she looked at him expectantly. He shook his head and kept looking. Just then, he saw a tiny flicker of gold near the Slytherin hoops. He sped towards the posts. Malfoy, seeing Harry flying so quickly, followed him, but Harry was much faster. In their second year, he had had the better broom, but now, Harry, with his Firebolt, was much better off in a race. As Harry sped towards the snitch, it turned away from him: towards Malfoy.
Harry turned slightly, but now, because the snitch had turned, he and Malfoy were neck and neck. Harry stretched out his right arm. His fingers were reaching the snitch, he could feel its wings on his finger tips, but he couldn't wrap his hand around it.
"Just a little further. . ." Malfoy pushed him sideways, and Harry felt himself fly further away. "Nice shot, Malfoy, but I'm not finished yet!"
Harry leaned forward and pushed his broom further. He felt the snitch at his fingertips again. But this time, he could get his hand around it.
As soon as he got the snitch, Harry looked up and realized he was about to fly into one of the stands. He veered straight upwards, his feet hitting the stands, and he pushed off of it.
"Great." He said. Now he was upside down. He righted himself, and flew back down to the ground, holding his right hand, with the snitch in it, in the air.
"And the game goes to Gryffindor, 210 to 140!" Seamus cried, as the new announcer.
The Gryffindor end of the stands exploded, while the Slytherins booed. The entire team came down to join him on the pitch.
"We did it, Harry! We won!" Ginny said, giving him a hug.
"Harry, our first win, in our first game, can you believe it?" Snigg said, patting him on the back.
Saqua punched him. "Why wouldn't he believe it? We're obviously the better team!"
Half an hour later, Harry found himself in the Gryffindor common room, partying with the rest of his house.
"My question is, where did the butterbeer come from?" Hermione asked. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well, I mean, if Fred and George always brought it, and they're gone now, who brings it? Does anyone else even know how to get to the kitchen?"
Ron suddenly went quite red, and mentioned something about "having to go do homework." And ran away.
Hermione shook his head. "I don't understand why he wants to do his homework now."
Harry just laughed. Just then, he remembered Sirius. He was probably sitting by himself, with no one to talk to. Harry sighed.
"Hey, Herm, I need some air, I'm going to go for a walk, alright?"
Hermione nodded, and Harry left the common room. A few minutes later, he ended up at Dumbledore's door. He said the password, walked up the stairs, and knocked on the door.
There was no answer. He knocked again. No answer. He looked at his watch; it was only 7 o'clock; there was no reason for Dumbledore to be asleep. Harry assumed he must be out, and opened the door a crack.
"Hello? Sirius?"
Harry heard a sound from the next room. The door opened a tiny crack. "Sirius?" He said again.
"Hello Harry." He came out. "I wasn't sure if that was you or not." He grinned. "Congratulations on your win, but shouldn't you be at the party? Assuming you still have them after games? God knows we did."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, there's a party. Ron got some butterbeer from the kitchen, but it got boring. . . I mean, there wasn't much happening. . . it was really loud. . . err, I wanted to come."
Sirius frowned. "So, you wanted to be at this party, but you felt obligated to come and see me?" He asked.
Harry shook his head. "No! I wanted to come. I wanted to come right after the game, but I couldn't."
Sirius sighed. "That's alright. I'm hoping that before long, you won't have to come up here to see me."
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Seeing as I got to come back because I was still needed, I'm not doing very much here, am I? I need to tell people, don't worry, people we can trust, so that I can be some help. I mean, only three people know I'm alive, let alone innocent."
Harry nodded. "Well, I just wanted to say hello. I should get back. It's almost curfew, and Ron will notice that I'm gone."
"Bye, Harry."
Harry waved to him as he walked out. "I'll try and come by tomorrow, and I hope I'll be able to bring Ron and Hermione soon. I think they'd like to know that you're here."
Sirius smiled. "Bring them along next time. If I'm going to tell people, I might as well start with them."
Harry was just about to close the door, when he heard Sirius' voice again. "Oh, and tell them I'm here first, I don't think they'll react the same way you did."
Harry laughed. "See you tomorrow, Sirius."
He walked back to the common room, grinning. As soon as he got in, he dragged Ron and Hermione into a corner. "As soon as this party quiets down, I need to talk to you two." He said
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Why?"
"I can't tell you now, there are too many people around. It's about Snuffles."
Ron's eyes grew wide, but Hermione looked skeptical. "Harry, I know you miss him, but Sirius is gone. I think you need to realize that."
Harry grinned. "Fine, Herm, you don't have to stay. But tomorrow, after lunch, you have to come with me to Dumbledore's office, alright?"
Hermione frowned, not understanding, but nodded.
"Thanks."
Hours later, when most of the Gryffindor students had gone to bed, tired and full of butterbeer and pastries, Harry and Ron sat in the large chairs in front of the fire.
"So, what's up?" Ron asked.
Harry leaned forward. "Sirius isn't dead."
Ron leaned back and rolled his eyes. "Hermione was right, Harry."
Harry shook his head. "No, that 's not it. He was dead, but he's back. He said he wasn't finished, and he still has things to do here, so he was brought back. He's in Dumbledore's office!"
Ron sighed. "Harry, mate, I think you need to lie down."
Harry frowned. "I'm telling the truth. Dumbledore and Professor Lupin know as well."
Ron looked sceptical. "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, Harry, and believe you. But right now, I need to get some sleep."
Harry nodded, and they went up to their dorm.
"This has been a good day." Harry said.
Ron chuckled. "Except for you being insane."
"I am not-"
"Kidding, mate, kidding."
* * * * *
The next day, Harry dragged Ron and Hermione to Dumbledore's office. He knocked on the door. "Come in."
Harry opened the door. "Hello, Professor. Is Sirius here?"
Dumbledore looked over Harry at Ron and Hermione, raising his eyebrows.
"Don't worry, Professor, Sirius told me to bring them."
He nodded, and let them in. "If you need me, I shall be in the teacher's room." He walked out.
Just as they were sitting down, Sirius came out. "So, did you tell them?"
Hermione screamed, and Ron's eyes grew very large.
Sirius frowned. "So you didn't?"
Harry smiled. "I tried, but they didn't believe me."
Sirius sat down beside him. "Well, it's true." He went on to explain everything he had explained to Harry about why he was back. Ron sat there, listening, while Hermione often looked like she wanted to ask questions, but held back.
Almost an hour later, Hermione seemed satisfied with his story, Ron had gotten over the shock, and they were all talking.
"So what are you going to do?" Ron asked.
Sirius looked serious. "I'm going to go back to Grimmauld Place."
Harry was sitting, listening to them talk, when it hit him. "Wormtail!" He yelled, making the other three jump.
"Remember the battle I told you about? Well, Wormtail wasn't there! They would have said that they found his body in the papers, and they would have said that you were innocent. That means that we can still find him, and we can make people know that you are free!"
Sirius smiled weakly. "Are you sure?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm sure I could find out if he's alive."
Sirius nodded. "We won't worry about that right now. Right now, I want to know what I have to do."
They talked for a while, until Dumbledore came back and told them that he needed his office.
Harry gave Sirius a hug. "Bye, Sirius."
They walked back to the common room so they could get their homework.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Harry." Hermione said quietly.
Harry shrugged. "I don't blame you."
Ron nodded. "Me too."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "You don't blame me?"
Ron shook his head. "I'm sorry I didn't believe him, Herm."
Harry laughed. "Come on, you guys have to help me catch up on everything I missed. Two weeks out at the beginning of the year. It couldn't be worse, could it?"
Ron shook his head, looking glum. "It couldn't. I've been in class for the whole time, and I still don't understand a lot of it."
Hermione sighed. "Harry, I am happy to help you over the next little while, but I'm not in all of your classes, am I?"
Harry grinned. "I dropped Divination, remember? I've got DADA, Transfiguration, Potions, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Charms, and History of Magic."
"In Transfiguration, we've been doing Animagus, so you know that." Hermione said. "No one's gotten much farther, we've come to the hard point. We're about half way through, Professor McGonagall said we've still got a long way to go. Again, you know everything we've done."
She continued to explain everything else he missed. It was a lot.
Harry sat back. "Who knew two weeks could do so much?"
They spent the rest of the afternoon working by the lake, or at least, trying to work. It was a cool autumn day, and none of them could properly work. Finally, it was time for dinner, and they traipsed back inside.
At dinner, Harry went to find his teachers. "Professor McGonagall, I have a few questions." He said, walking up to the teachers table.
"Of course, Potter." Professor McGonagall looked down at him.
"Err, I was wondering what I should do about all the work I missed. Hermione told me that I was probably doing okay in Transfiguration, but I don't really know what to do about everything else."
Professor McGonagall nodded. "Very well, come to my office after dinner, we will discuss it."
Harry found himself in front of Professor McGonagall's office directly after a very filling dinner. The Professor let him in, and he sat down.
"Biscuit, Potter?" She offered him a tin of cookies, this time shaped like pumpkins, Harry guessed, for the Halloween season. He took one.
"Ms. Granger was correct, you have missed nothing in Transfiguration. You are not so lucky in your other classes. There is a lot of work, as it is your N.E.W.T. year. I can arrange for you to have tutoring in some classes, such as Astronomy, Charms, History of Magic, and of course, Defence Against the Dark Arts, which you are not far behind in. In your other classes, I am afraid, you will have to make it up with the teachers, as you need certain resources. I can talk to Professor Sprout about you getting extra help in Herbology, I can do the same with Professor Snape, and Hagrid. I think that will be sufficient."
Harry thanked her, and went back to his dormitory. When he got there, he realized he could barely keep his eyes open. He quickly went to bed. When he got there, there was a note on his bed.
Dear Harry:
I'm going home. I hope you will visit me at Christmas. I think I might've figured out what I need to do.
I'll owl you soon, Sirius
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wow, I am soooooo sorry that this chapter took so long. I haven't updated since December 30! That's almost two weeks, and I'm really sorry! I just found that the writing was going really slowly, I couldn't really get into it. Also, school has started again, and I have a huge amount of work, which means that chapters are going to be really slow. Simply put, this term means a lot more than the last one, so I have to pay more attention to my work, and less to fan fiction.
Light_of_the_moon: I think the fact that he can't help getting in trouble doesn't mean that he can't get hurt, and Cho doesn't want to deal with that. Basically, just because he has to get in trouble doesn't mean that Cho should sit back and deal with it. She couldn't so she left.
Dragoon knight: As do I, as do I. This one isn't much of a cliff hanger. He doesn't really know exactly what he's going to do, I mean Sirius. He just knows that he has to help Harry.
Skittles-07: I'm glad you like it.
Panuru4u: You're right on the money. He just doesn't like the fact that Harry is right, and Harry is winning. His family is in jail, and he just isn't dealing with it too well.
Wuzup13579: I think you're going to have to wait and see. It could be a long while. After Harry finishes his last year, I think I'm going to continue a bit into his later life, and this could play some part in that.
Crystel09: oh come on, it's called character development! They always seem to break up and then realize that they were meant for each other, etc. etc. etc. It's always so cheesy. I don't want my story to be like that. It's sort of like they keep getting back together, and breaking up, and it goes back and forth because neither of them are really sure what they want. And I don't even know if I'm going to go into much detail about the curse. I might just leave it at that, but I doubt it. (I smell an expulsion coming on)
Indigal: he wasn't being too much of a show off. I've always found that in the books he's such a wuss, he never shows people that he is amazing. Some of those times when Malfoy is being an a$$, I think that Harry should just stand up and be like 'I killed him. I fought him, I did this and this and this. . . you want to mess with me?' hee hee. I think that would be great, if not horribly out of character.
Thanks to everyone! And to anyone who reads my other stories, I'll try and post them soon, but I go through phases, and right now I'm in a Harry Potter phase, and I don't want to do my Tamora Pierce stories. That's it for now, I hope I can update again this week.
-unolimbo
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Harry didn't know what hit him, but, of course, he realized that it was Malfoy. He was pinned under him and he couldn't do anything. Everyone was so shocked; even Ron hadn't done anything, he was just standing there, with his mouth open.
"Alright, alright, get off!" Madam Hooch pulled him off of Harry. "What is the meaning of this?" She asked sternly.
Harry was still sitting on the ground. He shook his head, confused.
"He made fun of my family." He said.
Harry stood up. "Because he made fun of my friends!"
Madam Hooch shook her head, disappointedly. "That will be enough. Penalty for Gryffindor. One more act like that out of you, Mr. Malfoy, and you will be suspended from the game."
She blew her whistle again, and the game started.
Harry decided to look around from the other end of the pitch from Malfoy. After fifteen minutes, he still hadn't seen anything, and Slytherin was leading by eighty points. "Come on, Harry, find that snitch."
He circled around the pitch, and when he passed Ginny, she looked at him expectantly. He shook his head and kept looking. Just then, he saw a tiny flicker of gold near the Slytherin hoops. He sped towards the posts. Malfoy, seeing Harry flying so quickly, followed him, but Harry was much faster. In their second year, he had had the better broom, but now, Harry, with his Firebolt, was much better off in a race. As Harry sped towards the snitch, it turned away from him: towards Malfoy.
Harry turned slightly, but now, because the snitch had turned, he and Malfoy were neck and neck. Harry stretched out his right arm. His fingers were reaching the snitch, he could feel its wings on his finger tips, but he couldn't wrap his hand around it.
"Just a little further. . ." Malfoy pushed him sideways, and Harry felt himself fly further away. "Nice shot, Malfoy, but I'm not finished yet!"
Harry leaned forward and pushed his broom further. He felt the snitch at his fingertips again. But this time, he could get his hand around it.
As soon as he got the snitch, Harry looked up and realized he was about to fly into one of the stands. He veered straight upwards, his feet hitting the stands, and he pushed off of it.
"Great." He said. Now he was upside down. He righted himself, and flew back down to the ground, holding his right hand, with the snitch in it, in the air.
"And the game goes to Gryffindor, 210 to 140!" Seamus cried, as the new announcer.
The Gryffindor end of the stands exploded, while the Slytherins booed. The entire team came down to join him on the pitch.
"We did it, Harry! We won!" Ginny said, giving him a hug.
"Harry, our first win, in our first game, can you believe it?" Snigg said, patting him on the back.
Saqua punched him. "Why wouldn't he believe it? We're obviously the better team!"
Half an hour later, Harry found himself in the Gryffindor common room, partying with the rest of his house.
"My question is, where did the butterbeer come from?" Hermione asked. Harry raised his eyebrows. "Well, I mean, if Fred and George always brought it, and they're gone now, who brings it? Does anyone else even know how to get to the kitchen?"
Ron suddenly went quite red, and mentioned something about "having to go do homework." And ran away.
Hermione shook his head. "I don't understand why he wants to do his homework now."
Harry just laughed. Just then, he remembered Sirius. He was probably sitting by himself, with no one to talk to. Harry sighed.
"Hey, Herm, I need some air, I'm going to go for a walk, alright?"
Hermione nodded, and Harry left the common room. A few minutes later, he ended up at Dumbledore's door. He said the password, walked up the stairs, and knocked on the door.
There was no answer. He knocked again. No answer. He looked at his watch; it was only 7 o'clock; there was no reason for Dumbledore to be asleep. Harry assumed he must be out, and opened the door a crack.
"Hello? Sirius?"
Harry heard a sound from the next room. The door opened a tiny crack. "Sirius?" He said again.
"Hello Harry." He came out. "I wasn't sure if that was you or not." He grinned. "Congratulations on your win, but shouldn't you be at the party? Assuming you still have them after games? God knows we did."
Harry smiled. "Yeah, there's a party. Ron got some butterbeer from the kitchen, but it got boring. . . I mean, there wasn't much happening. . . it was really loud. . . err, I wanted to come."
Sirius frowned. "So, you wanted to be at this party, but you felt obligated to come and see me?" He asked.
Harry shook his head. "No! I wanted to come. I wanted to come right after the game, but I couldn't."
Sirius sighed. "That's alright. I'm hoping that before long, you won't have to come up here to see me."
Harry raised his eyebrows.
"Seeing as I got to come back because I was still needed, I'm not doing very much here, am I? I need to tell people, don't worry, people we can trust, so that I can be some help. I mean, only three people know I'm alive, let alone innocent."
Harry nodded. "Well, I just wanted to say hello. I should get back. It's almost curfew, and Ron will notice that I'm gone."
"Bye, Harry."
Harry waved to him as he walked out. "I'll try and come by tomorrow, and I hope I'll be able to bring Ron and Hermione soon. I think they'd like to know that you're here."
Sirius smiled. "Bring them along next time. If I'm going to tell people, I might as well start with them."
Harry was just about to close the door, when he heard Sirius' voice again. "Oh, and tell them I'm here first, I don't think they'll react the same way you did."
Harry laughed. "See you tomorrow, Sirius."
He walked back to the common room, grinning. As soon as he got in, he dragged Ron and Hermione into a corner. "As soon as this party quiets down, I need to talk to you two." He said
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Why?"
"I can't tell you now, there are too many people around. It's about Snuffles."
Ron's eyes grew wide, but Hermione looked skeptical. "Harry, I know you miss him, but Sirius is gone. I think you need to realize that."
Harry grinned. "Fine, Herm, you don't have to stay. But tomorrow, after lunch, you have to come with me to Dumbledore's office, alright?"
Hermione frowned, not understanding, but nodded.
"Thanks."
Hours later, when most of the Gryffindor students had gone to bed, tired and full of butterbeer and pastries, Harry and Ron sat in the large chairs in front of the fire.
"So, what's up?" Ron asked.
Harry leaned forward. "Sirius isn't dead."
Ron leaned back and rolled his eyes. "Hermione was right, Harry."
Harry shook his head. "No, that 's not it. He was dead, but he's back. He said he wasn't finished, and he still has things to do here, so he was brought back. He's in Dumbledore's office!"
Ron sighed. "Harry, mate, I think you need to lie down."
Harry frowned. "I'm telling the truth. Dumbledore and Professor Lupin know as well."
Ron looked sceptical. "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt, Harry, and believe you. But right now, I need to get some sleep."
Harry nodded, and they went up to their dorm.
"This has been a good day." Harry said.
Ron chuckled. "Except for you being insane."
"I am not-"
"Kidding, mate, kidding."
* * * * *
The next day, Harry dragged Ron and Hermione to Dumbledore's office. He knocked on the door. "Come in."
Harry opened the door. "Hello, Professor. Is Sirius here?"
Dumbledore looked over Harry at Ron and Hermione, raising his eyebrows.
"Don't worry, Professor, Sirius told me to bring them."
He nodded, and let them in. "If you need me, I shall be in the teacher's room." He walked out.
Just as they were sitting down, Sirius came out. "So, did you tell them?"
Hermione screamed, and Ron's eyes grew very large.
Sirius frowned. "So you didn't?"
Harry smiled. "I tried, but they didn't believe me."
Sirius sat down beside him. "Well, it's true." He went on to explain everything he had explained to Harry about why he was back. Ron sat there, listening, while Hermione often looked like she wanted to ask questions, but held back.
Almost an hour later, Hermione seemed satisfied with his story, Ron had gotten over the shock, and they were all talking.
"So what are you going to do?" Ron asked.
Sirius looked serious. "I'm going to go back to Grimmauld Place."
Harry was sitting, listening to them talk, when it hit him. "Wormtail!" He yelled, making the other three jump.
"Remember the battle I told you about? Well, Wormtail wasn't there! They would have said that they found his body in the papers, and they would have said that you were innocent. That means that we can still find him, and we can make people know that you are free!"
Sirius smiled weakly. "Are you sure?"
Harry shrugged. "I'm sure I could find out if he's alive."
Sirius nodded. "We won't worry about that right now. Right now, I want to know what I have to do."
They talked for a while, until Dumbledore came back and told them that he needed his office.
Harry gave Sirius a hug. "Bye, Sirius."
They walked back to the common room so they could get their homework.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you, Harry." Hermione said quietly.
Harry shrugged. "I don't blame you."
Ron nodded. "Me too."
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "You don't blame me?"
Ron shook his head. "I'm sorry I didn't believe him, Herm."
Harry laughed. "Come on, you guys have to help me catch up on everything I missed. Two weeks out at the beginning of the year. It couldn't be worse, could it?"
Ron shook his head, looking glum. "It couldn't. I've been in class for the whole time, and I still don't understand a lot of it."
Hermione sighed. "Harry, I am happy to help you over the next little while, but I'm not in all of your classes, am I?"
Harry grinned. "I dropped Divination, remember? I've got DADA, Transfiguration, Potions, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, Charms, and History of Magic."
"In Transfiguration, we've been doing Animagus, so you know that." Hermione said. "No one's gotten much farther, we've come to the hard point. We're about half way through, Professor McGonagall said we've still got a long way to go. Again, you know everything we've done."
She continued to explain everything else he missed. It was a lot.
Harry sat back. "Who knew two weeks could do so much?"
They spent the rest of the afternoon working by the lake, or at least, trying to work. It was a cool autumn day, and none of them could properly work. Finally, it was time for dinner, and they traipsed back inside.
At dinner, Harry went to find his teachers. "Professor McGonagall, I have a few questions." He said, walking up to the teachers table.
"Of course, Potter." Professor McGonagall looked down at him.
"Err, I was wondering what I should do about all the work I missed. Hermione told me that I was probably doing okay in Transfiguration, but I don't really know what to do about everything else."
Professor McGonagall nodded. "Very well, come to my office after dinner, we will discuss it."
Harry found himself in front of Professor McGonagall's office directly after a very filling dinner. The Professor let him in, and he sat down.
"Biscuit, Potter?" She offered him a tin of cookies, this time shaped like pumpkins, Harry guessed, for the Halloween season. He took one.
"Ms. Granger was correct, you have missed nothing in Transfiguration. You are not so lucky in your other classes. There is a lot of work, as it is your N.E.W.T. year. I can arrange for you to have tutoring in some classes, such as Astronomy, Charms, History of Magic, and of course, Defence Against the Dark Arts, which you are not far behind in. In your other classes, I am afraid, you will have to make it up with the teachers, as you need certain resources. I can talk to Professor Sprout about you getting extra help in Herbology, I can do the same with Professor Snape, and Hagrid. I think that will be sufficient."
Harry thanked her, and went back to his dormitory. When he got there, he realized he could barely keep his eyes open. He quickly went to bed. When he got there, there was a note on his bed.
Dear Harry:
I'm going home. I hope you will visit me at Christmas. I think I might've figured out what I need to do.
I'll owl you soon, Sirius
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wow, I am soooooo sorry that this chapter took so long. I haven't updated since December 30! That's almost two weeks, and I'm really sorry! I just found that the writing was going really slowly, I couldn't really get into it. Also, school has started again, and I have a huge amount of work, which means that chapters are going to be really slow. Simply put, this term means a lot more than the last one, so I have to pay more attention to my work, and less to fan fiction.
Light_of_the_moon: I think the fact that he can't help getting in trouble doesn't mean that he can't get hurt, and Cho doesn't want to deal with that. Basically, just because he has to get in trouble doesn't mean that Cho should sit back and deal with it. She couldn't so she left.
Dragoon knight: As do I, as do I. This one isn't much of a cliff hanger. He doesn't really know exactly what he's going to do, I mean Sirius. He just knows that he has to help Harry.
Skittles-07: I'm glad you like it.
Panuru4u: You're right on the money. He just doesn't like the fact that Harry is right, and Harry is winning. His family is in jail, and he just isn't dealing with it too well.
Wuzup13579: I think you're going to have to wait and see. It could be a long while. After Harry finishes his last year, I think I'm going to continue a bit into his later life, and this could play some part in that.
Crystel09: oh come on, it's called character development! They always seem to break up and then realize that they were meant for each other, etc. etc. etc. It's always so cheesy. I don't want my story to be like that. It's sort of like they keep getting back together, and breaking up, and it goes back and forth because neither of them are really sure what they want. And I don't even know if I'm going to go into much detail about the curse. I might just leave it at that, but I doubt it. (I smell an expulsion coming on)
Indigal: he wasn't being too much of a show off. I've always found that in the books he's such a wuss, he never shows people that he is amazing. Some of those times when Malfoy is being an a$$, I think that Harry should just stand up and be like 'I killed him. I fought him, I did this and this and this. . . you want to mess with me?' hee hee. I think that would be great, if not horribly out of character.
Thanks to everyone! And to anyone who reads my other stories, I'll try and post them soon, but I go through phases, and right now I'm in a Harry Potter phase, and I don't want to do my Tamora Pierce stories. That's it for now, I hope I can update again this week.
-unolimbo