Okey dokey, here's chapter 15. . . don't get too excited. It's late, I'm
tired, and I'm quite sure the last chapter was crap.
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Dear Harry:
I have very little, if any, good information for you. I probably shouldn't say this in print, but Hedwig is reliable, that much is for sure.
There is definitely something up. I'm not quite sure what. There have been almost no sightings of Peter, but we know he's around, and he's active. But I think that that's the least of our problems. I think that he's working for someone. Not Voldemort, he's definitely gone. I think there's someone new. Don't take my word for it, it's just a hunch. I don't think Peter would do this kind of thing without someone telling him to, let alone a motive.
That's basically all I've got. I'm sorry if I've disappointed. And don't worry, I'll send you information any time I get any.
-Sirius
Harry read the letter, and reread it. Nothing. Just a hunch of Sirius'.
Harry had been sitting still for hours when Hermione and Ron got back to school. Hermione finally dragged him out of the chair. "Come on, Harry. You can't sit here forever!" She said, pulling on his arm.
"I'm fine." Harry snapped, pulling his arm away from her
Ron and Hermione looked at him. "Get up. Now." Hermione said with such menace in her voice, that Harry was afraid not to listen to her.
He slowly stood up, his legs seizing up. "I'm coming, I'm coming." They went and sat down on the couch.
"So, what happened?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged. "I worked. You guys knew that."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Harry, you know what we mean!"
He sighed. "Nothing. Worse than nothing. It was horrible."
Hermione frowned. "Why?"
Harry put his head back and closed his eyes. He felt like he was going to fall asleep, and he really didn't want to explain it to them. He knew they would press, but Harry truly felt like he was going to cry if he even thought about it. After the way Cho had treated him, he was passed the stage where he thought there was a chance of getting back together with her. He took a deep breath and told them everything he thought, something he rarely ever did.
"So I know that it's over, and it's weird." He finished, minutes later.
Hermione didn't say anything, and Ron just looked at the ground.
"Are you alright with that?" She asked.
Harry realized that he'd never even thought about that. He didn't know if that's what he wanted or not. "I wish this had never happened, but I'm not going to go chasing after her. She seems to truly hate me now. If she changes her mind, I think she knows that I'm still here."
Hermione nodded. "That's good."
They sat in silence for a while. Harry went back to staring at the fire, which someone had lit when they were talking.
"Harry, you want to go play some Quiddich?"
Hermione gave him a look. "Ron, it's the dead of winter, I don't think Harry-"
"Sure." Harry said quickly. If he was outside on his broom, at least he didn't have to talk to them
Hermione made an exasperated sound, as Ron ran upstairs to get their brooms. Harry smiled. Although he had been dreading it, and the first few minutes were horrible, Harry was glad to have his friends back.
* * * * *
Harry and Ron spent almost two hours outside. Harry had a little trouble seeing the quaffle they were playing with, because of the bright sun shining off the snow, but he didn't mind. It had been ages since he'd been on his broom, and he was happy to be there. Until about five thirty, when they stopped. They didn't stop because they wanted to. They stopped because there was someone else on the pitch.
Someone dressed in a black cloak was walking slowly onto the pitch. They had their hood up, so Harry couldn't see who it was. He assumed they were just a student, out for a stroll, and he and Ron continued to play. Until Ron, who was nearer to the other side of the pitch, noticed something: the person was pulling out a wand.
"Harry. . ." He said, and Harry looked down.
"Not again." He sighed. Ron looked at him, not understanding why he wasn't moving. "When I say go, I want you to fly back to the castle."
Ron nodded. Before he had time to ask what Harry was going to do, they heard the person: a fairly high men's voice, menacing through the cold air. "Avada Kedavra!" The person yelled. A spurt of green light came out of the end of his wand.
"Now!" Harry yelled, as he dodged the spell. He and Ron both sped as fast as they could back to the castle.
They flew right up to their dormitory window, and climbed in.
"What was that?" said Ron, his chest heaving, as he collapsed on the bed.
Harry peered out the window. The person was gone. "I don't know. But I need to tell Dumbledore."
Ron sighed. "Fine, we'll tell Dumbledore." He dragged himself up from the bed, and they walked down to the common room.
Hermione looked up, and looked quite puzzled. "Weren't you playing Quiddich?" She asked.
Harry nodded. He looked at Ron, and noticed he was very pale. "Come on, Herm, we'll explain it to you on the way downstairs."
They walked quickly down to the Great Hall, explaining everything to Hermione. She listened with wide eyes. They entered the Great Hall, to see if Dumbledore was there, and Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"What?" Harry asked. He was afraid that she was staring at him.
She pointed to the other side of the room. "Malfoy." She whispered.
Harry looked. Malfoy was standing on the other side of the room, talking to a bunch of Slytherins.
"Look lower." Hermione whispered again, though Harry couldn't see why. There were enough people in the Great Hall, greeting each other loudly after three weeks apart, that Malfoy wouldn't be able to hear them, but Harry didn't say anything to her.
He looked down. Malfoy's robes were covered in snow. "So?" Harry asked. So Malfoy had been outside, lots of people go outside.
"That's it, Harry! He attacked you!" Ron whispered loudly.
"As much as I don't want to believe it, Ron is right. I think Malfoy did attack you." Hermione sad/
Harry looked sceptically at them. How do you know?"
Hermione rolled her eyes as they sat down at the table. Dumbledore would have to wait. "Crabbe and Goyle are there, but their robes are dry! Why would he go outside without his cronies? He never goes anywhere without them!"
Harry shrugged. "Maybe he wanted some alone time. . ."
Ron snorted. "Alone time, Harry? He's had three weeks of alone time. And in our history in Hogwarts, has he ever gone anywhere alone?"
Harry looked at Malfoy again. He did hate Harry, and it seemed right. He just didn't want to believe that a student could attack another student.
Hermione smiled after a moment. "You're Head Boy!"
Harry chuckled. "Yes, I am."
"Go and tell him to talk to you! Tell him it's school business! And if he doesn't comply, take points off!"
"Isn't that kind of like blackmail?" Harry asked.
Hermione shrugged. "Not really. As the Head Boy, you are supposed to be treated with respect. If he doesn't talk to you, that's like turning away from a teacher when they're in the middle of a sentence."
"Fine." Harry said, exasperated. He didn't want to fight with his friends anymore.
All three of them got up. "Hermione," Harry asked, as they walked over, "you're Head Girl, why don't you ask?"
She shrugged. "It's not my fight. And besides," she added, "I didn't think of that."
"Malfoy!" Harry said sharply.
He turned his head, and sneered. "What do you want?"
"First thing, I want you to treat your Head Boy with respect, or you're going to lose some points."
The entire party of Slytherins looked at Malfoy at this, so he slunk behind them, out of the Great Hall.
"Malfoy, why did you go outside?" Hermione asked.
He glared at them. "What are you talking about?"
"Why is your cloak wet, but no one else's is?" She asked again. She'd gotten good at dealing with people she didn't like, so Harry just let her go at it.
"Because I went outside."
"Yes, I know that." Hermione snapped. Malfoy looked smugly at her. " Why did you go outside alone?"
He shrugged. "I wanted some air. I was tired after the train ride."
Harry and Ron traded nervous glances; this wasn't turning out the way they had hoped.
"Why did you attack Harry?" Hermione jumped to.
His face lit up. "Someone attacked Harry? Bloody brilliant!"
Harry frowned. "Hermione, give it up."
She sighed. "Fine. Five points from Slytherin, you can go back inside."
"Hey! Why did you take points off, Mudblood?" He demanded.
"The first five were for being a rude, conceited little brat."
"And the other ten are for calling Hermione a Mudblood." Harry spoke up. "If I hear you calling anyone a Mudblood, I'll be taking away a lot more than ten points."
Harry glanced at the counters. Fifteen emeralds flew out of the Slytherin counter.
Malfoy glared at them, turned on his heel, and marched back inside.
"Listen, I'll see you guys at dinner, I've got to go find Professor Dumbledore." Harry said. Hermione and Ron both nodded, and he made his way upstairs towards Dumbledore's office. He said the password, and walked up the stairs.
"Come in." Dumbledore said, when Harry knocked. "Ah, good afternoon, Harry, what can I do for you?"
"I've got a problem, Professor." Harry started. "I was attacked again."
Dumbledore leaned forward, looking stern. "Go on."
"Erm-" Harry didn't exactly know how to put it. "Well, Ron and I were playing Quiddich, and someone walked onto the pitch. We didn't know what they were doing, but they shot Avada Kedavra at us. We flew right back to our dormitory."
Dumbledore nodded.
"One more thing." Harry said. The entire time he'd been there, he'd been debating whether or not to tell Dumbledore about Malfoy. He decided he needed to know. "Hermione thinks that it was Malfoy. We saw that his cloak was wet when we got to the Great Hall, and none of his friends' were. We asked him why he was outside, and he said he wanted some fresh air after the train ride. I'm just not sure."
Dumbledore nodded. "We will try to talk to Mr. Malfoy. But since there is no real evidence, only your and Mr. Weasley's word, we cannot give him Veritaserum. So I cannot guarantee that we will be able to get any information from him."
Harry nodded. "Yes, Professor."
"Is there anything else, Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "No, Professor."
Dumbledore smiled. "Good night, Harry. The Order will do it's best to help you."
Harry smiled back, and went back downstairs.
"Well?" Ron asked, as soon as he sat down at the table.
Harry sighed. "He said they're doing what they can. They can't give Malfoy Veritaserum, because they have no evidence against them, just our word."
Hermione looked up from her book. "We have to do something about this, Harry."
He sighed. "What are you talking about?"
She looked back at her book, but kept talking. "You cannot go anywhere alone."
Ron snorted. "That's stupid. Harry is the best wizard out of all of us, what good would we do in keeping him safe?"
Hermione flipped the page casually. "Absolutely nothing. But two more eyes can always help. If someone does attack Harry, we have a better chance of warning him, and of seeing who the perpetrator is. We can also go and get Professor Dumbledore, or one of the other teachers."
Harry thought about it. It was true, that was a good way of thinking about it. "Fine. But is there any time I'm allowed to be by myself?"
Hermione nodded. "Sure." Harry's hopes rose. "Whenever you're in the common room or dormitory." His heart fell again.
"Great." He muttered.
* * * * * Weeks passed. Harry felt horribly stifled, he was never apart from his friends. He and Ron spent as much time as they could on the Quiddich pitch, which was hard in the late January/ early February cold. Harry didn't mind it, because he enjoyed the quiet. Ron would usually be at the other end of the pitch, so Harry had time to think. He didn't mind the cold that much; he was so used to being uncomfortable that it didn't bother him any more.
Only problem was, Ron didn't feel the same way, so they rarely spent more than an hour outside. "Harry, let's go inside!" Ron called from the other end of the pitch, one day in early February.
Harry sighed. He had been hoping that Ron would stay out for a long time. "I'm coming." He called across the pitch. That's when he noticed something at the edge of the stands. A great black dog was sitting there.
"Err, Ron, I'll catch up with you in a minute, okay?"
Ron looked at him. "I'm not sure, Harry. . ."
Harry shrugged it off. "It's fine, mate, It's been over three weeks, and nothing has happened. I'll be fine for a minute." He didn't know why he didn't have Ron stay. Ron knew about Sirius, but Harry was sure he had some real information for him, and wanted to get it himself.
Ron shrugged. "Sure, whatever." He flew to the ground and walked back to the school. Harry watched him until he disappeared through the doors. As soon as he did, Harry turned and ran over to Sirius. He turned back into himself just as Harry got there.
"Harry, I've got information for you." Sirius said. He looked quite serious.
Harry nodded. "We can't stay here, and we can't go inside. It's not during classes, everyone will be walking around inside. We wouldn't be able to get by."
Sirius nodded. "We can go into the forest, can't we?"
Harry nodded. "Lets go." He turned into a phoenix, and Sirius turned back into a dog. Harry flew, and Sirius ran, into the forest. They came to a halt in a small clearing, sure that they were away from any centaurs, spiders, or (Harry did hope he was gone) giants.
"Well?" Harry asked anxiously.
"We've found Wormtail. And we've found what he's doing."
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I am the evilest evil eviler in the whole wide world! Hee hee!
Indigal: the Cho/Harry thing is not going to be solved for a very long time. Don't worry, it will be solved, but it's not the first thing on my agenda.
Potter4prez: No one is controlling her. Indigal got it just right: she has to view him as nothing.
Wuzup13579: well, you should probably learn to be patient!
Dragoon knight: sort of. He's really just confused.
Xavier II: again I say, look at Indigal's review for chapter 14. she got it exactly right.
Omeganian: My god, these are all such good ideas from all of you people! But no, no Imperius curse.
Shannon K. M: that does make more sense! You don't need to worry, but you might need to bite your nails for a little while. Like I said before, it's not first on my agenda.
-unolimbo
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Dear Harry:
I have very little, if any, good information for you. I probably shouldn't say this in print, but Hedwig is reliable, that much is for sure.
There is definitely something up. I'm not quite sure what. There have been almost no sightings of Peter, but we know he's around, and he's active. But I think that that's the least of our problems. I think that he's working for someone. Not Voldemort, he's definitely gone. I think there's someone new. Don't take my word for it, it's just a hunch. I don't think Peter would do this kind of thing without someone telling him to, let alone a motive.
That's basically all I've got. I'm sorry if I've disappointed. And don't worry, I'll send you information any time I get any.
-Sirius
Harry read the letter, and reread it. Nothing. Just a hunch of Sirius'.
Harry had been sitting still for hours when Hermione and Ron got back to school. Hermione finally dragged him out of the chair. "Come on, Harry. You can't sit here forever!" She said, pulling on his arm.
"I'm fine." Harry snapped, pulling his arm away from her
Ron and Hermione looked at him. "Get up. Now." Hermione said with such menace in her voice, that Harry was afraid not to listen to her.
He slowly stood up, his legs seizing up. "I'm coming, I'm coming." They went and sat down on the couch.
"So, what happened?" Ron asked.
Harry shrugged. "I worked. You guys knew that."
Hermione rolled her eyes at him. "Harry, you know what we mean!"
He sighed. "Nothing. Worse than nothing. It was horrible."
Hermione frowned. "Why?"
Harry put his head back and closed his eyes. He felt like he was going to fall asleep, and he really didn't want to explain it to them. He knew they would press, but Harry truly felt like he was going to cry if he even thought about it. After the way Cho had treated him, he was passed the stage where he thought there was a chance of getting back together with her. He took a deep breath and told them everything he thought, something he rarely ever did.
"So I know that it's over, and it's weird." He finished, minutes later.
Hermione didn't say anything, and Ron just looked at the ground.
"Are you alright with that?" She asked.
Harry realized that he'd never even thought about that. He didn't know if that's what he wanted or not. "I wish this had never happened, but I'm not going to go chasing after her. She seems to truly hate me now. If she changes her mind, I think she knows that I'm still here."
Hermione nodded. "That's good."
They sat in silence for a while. Harry went back to staring at the fire, which someone had lit when they were talking.
"Harry, you want to go play some Quiddich?"
Hermione gave him a look. "Ron, it's the dead of winter, I don't think Harry-"
"Sure." Harry said quickly. If he was outside on his broom, at least he didn't have to talk to them
Hermione made an exasperated sound, as Ron ran upstairs to get their brooms. Harry smiled. Although he had been dreading it, and the first few minutes were horrible, Harry was glad to have his friends back.
* * * * *
Harry and Ron spent almost two hours outside. Harry had a little trouble seeing the quaffle they were playing with, because of the bright sun shining off the snow, but he didn't mind. It had been ages since he'd been on his broom, and he was happy to be there. Until about five thirty, when they stopped. They didn't stop because they wanted to. They stopped because there was someone else on the pitch.
Someone dressed in a black cloak was walking slowly onto the pitch. They had their hood up, so Harry couldn't see who it was. He assumed they were just a student, out for a stroll, and he and Ron continued to play. Until Ron, who was nearer to the other side of the pitch, noticed something: the person was pulling out a wand.
"Harry. . ." He said, and Harry looked down.
"Not again." He sighed. Ron looked at him, not understanding why he wasn't moving. "When I say go, I want you to fly back to the castle."
Ron nodded. Before he had time to ask what Harry was going to do, they heard the person: a fairly high men's voice, menacing through the cold air. "Avada Kedavra!" The person yelled. A spurt of green light came out of the end of his wand.
"Now!" Harry yelled, as he dodged the spell. He and Ron both sped as fast as they could back to the castle.
They flew right up to their dormitory window, and climbed in.
"What was that?" said Ron, his chest heaving, as he collapsed on the bed.
Harry peered out the window. The person was gone. "I don't know. But I need to tell Dumbledore."
Ron sighed. "Fine, we'll tell Dumbledore." He dragged himself up from the bed, and they walked down to the common room.
Hermione looked up, and looked quite puzzled. "Weren't you playing Quiddich?" She asked.
Harry nodded. He looked at Ron, and noticed he was very pale. "Come on, Herm, we'll explain it to you on the way downstairs."
They walked quickly down to the Great Hall, explaining everything to Hermione. She listened with wide eyes. They entered the Great Hall, to see if Dumbledore was there, and Hermione's eyes grew wide.
"What?" Harry asked. He was afraid that she was staring at him.
She pointed to the other side of the room. "Malfoy." She whispered.
Harry looked. Malfoy was standing on the other side of the room, talking to a bunch of Slytherins.
"Look lower." Hermione whispered again, though Harry couldn't see why. There were enough people in the Great Hall, greeting each other loudly after three weeks apart, that Malfoy wouldn't be able to hear them, but Harry didn't say anything to her.
He looked down. Malfoy's robes were covered in snow. "So?" Harry asked. So Malfoy had been outside, lots of people go outside.
"That's it, Harry! He attacked you!" Ron whispered loudly.
"As much as I don't want to believe it, Ron is right. I think Malfoy did attack you." Hermione sad/
Harry looked sceptically at them. How do you know?"
Hermione rolled her eyes as they sat down at the table. Dumbledore would have to wait. "Crabbe and Goyle are there, but their robes are dry! Why would he go outside without his cronies? He never goes anywhere without them!"
Harry shrugged. "Maybe he wanted some alone time. . ."
Ron snorted. "Alone time, Harry? He's had three weeks of alone time. And in our history in Hogwarts, has he ever gone anywhere alone?"
Harry looked at Malfoy again. He did hate Harry, and it seemed right. He just didn't want to believe that a student could attack another student.
Hermione smiled after a moment. "You're Head Boy!"
Harry chuckled. "Yes, I am."
"Go and tell him to talk to you! Tell him it's school business! And if he doesn't comply, take points off!"
"Isn't that kind of like blackmail?" Harry asked.
Hermione shrugged. "Not really. As the Head Boy, you are supposed to be treated with respect. If he doesn't talk to you, that's like turning away from a teacher when they're in the middle of a sentence."
"Fine." Harry said, exasperated. He didn't want to fight with his friends anymore.
All three of them got up. "Hermione," Harry asked, as they walked over, "you're Head Girl, why don't you ask?"
She shrugged. "It's not my fight. And besides," she added, "I didn't think of that."
"Malfoy!" Harry said sharply.
He turned his head, and sneered. "What do you want?"
"First thing, I want you to treat your Head Boy with respect, or you're going to lose some points."
The entire party of Slytherins looked at Malfoy at this, so he slunk behind them, out of the Great Hall.
"Malfoy, why did you go outside?" Hermione asked.
He glared at them. "What are you talking about?"
"Why is your cloak wet, but no one else's is?" She asked again. She'd gotten good at dealing with people she didn't like, so Harry just let her go at it.
"Because I went outside."
"Yes, I know that." Hermione snapped. Malfoy looked smugly at her. " Why did you go outside alone?"
He shrugged. "I wanted some air. I was tired after the train ride."
Harry and Ron traded nervous glances; this wasn't turning out the way they had hoped.
"Why did you attack Harry?" Hermione jumped to.
His face lit up. "Someone attacked Harry? Bloody brilliant!"
Harry frowned. "Hermione, give it up."
She sighed. "Fine. Five points from Slytherin, you can go back inside."
"Hey! Why did you take points off, Mudblood?" He demanded.
"The first five were for being a rude, conceited little brat."
"And the other ten are for calling Hermione a Mudblood." Harry spoke up. "If I hear you calling anyone a Mudblood, I'll be taking away a lot more than ten points."
Harry glanced at the counters. Fifteen emeralds flew out of the Slytherin counter.
Malfoy glared at them, turned on his heel, and marched back inside.
"Listen, I'll see you guys at dinner, I've got to go find Professor Dumbledore." Harry said. Hermione and Ron both nodded, and he made his way upstairs towards Dumbledore's office. He said the password, and walked up the stairs.
"Come in." Dumbledore said, when Harry knocked. "Ah, good afternoon, Harry, what can I do for you?"
"I've got a problem, Professor." Harry started. "I was attacked again."
Dumbledore leaned forward, looking stern. "Go on."
"Erm-" Harry didn't exactly know how to put it. "Well, Ron and I were playing Quiddich, and someone walked onto the pitch. We didn't know what they were doing, but they shot Avada Kedavra at us. We flew right back to our dormitory."
Dumbledore nodded.
"One more thing." Harry said. The entire time he'd been there, he'd been debating whether or not to tell Dumbledore about Malfoy. He decided he needed to know. "Hermione thinks that it was Malfoy. We saw that his cloak was wet when we got to the Great Hall, and none of his friends' were. We asked him why he was outside, and he said he wanted some fresh air after the train ride. I'm just not sure."
Dumbledore nodded. "We will try to talk to Mr. Malfoy. But since there is no real evidence, only your and Mr. Weasley's word, we cannot give him Veritaserum. So I cannot guarantee that we will be able to get any information from him."
Harry nodded. "Yes, Professor."
"Is there anything else, Harry?"
Harry shook his head. "No, Professor."
Dumbledore smiled. "Good night, Harry. The Order will do it's best to help you."
Harry smiled back, and went back downstairs.
"Well?" Ron asked, as soon as he sat down at the table.
Harry sighed. "He said they're doing what they can. They can't give Malfoy Veritaserum, because they have no evidence against them, just our word."
Hermione looked up from her book. "We have to do something about this, Harry."
He sighed. "What are you talking about?"
She looked back at her book, but kept talking. "You cannot go anywhere alone."
Ron snorted. "That's stupid. Harry is the best wizard out of all of us, what good would we do in keeping him safe?"
Hermione flipped the page casually. "Absolutely nothing. But two more eyes can always help. If someone does attack Harry, we have a better chance of warning him, and of seeing who the perpetrator is. We can also go and get Professor Dumbledore, or one of the other teachers."
Harry thought about it. It was true, that was a good way of thinking about it. "Fine. But is there any time I'm allowed to be by myself?"
Hermione nodded. "Sure." Harry's hopes rose. "Whenever you're in the common room or dormitory." His heart fell again.
"Great." He muttered.
* * * * * Weeks passed. Harry felt horribly stifled, he was never apart from his friends. He and Ron spent as much time as they could on the Quiddich pitch, which was hard in the late January/ early February cold. Harry didn't mind it, because he enjoyed the quiet. Ron would usually be at the other end of the pitch, so Harry had time to think. He didn't mind the cold that much; he was so used to being uncomfortable that it didn't bother him any more.
Only problem was, Ron didn't feel the same way, so they rarely spent more than an hour outside. "Harry, let's go inside!" Ron called from the other end of the pitch, one day in early February.
Harry sighed. He had been hoping that Ron would stay out for a long time. "I'm coming." He called across the pitch. That's when he noticed something at the edge of the stands. A great black dog was sitting there.
"Err, Ron, I'll catch up with you in a minute, okay?"
Ron looked at him. "I'm not sure, Harry. . ."
Harry shrugged it off. "It's fine, mate, It's been over three weeks, and nothing has happened. I'll be fine for a minute." He didn't know why he didn't have Ron stay. Ron knew about Sirius, but Harry was sure he had some real information for him, and wanted to get it himself.
Ron shrugged. "Sure, whatever." He flew to the ground and walked back to the school. Harry watched him until he disappeared through the doors. As soon as he did, Harry turned and ran over to Sirius. He turned back into himself just as Harry got there.
"Harry, I've got information for you." Sirius said. He looked quite serious.
Harry nodded. "We can't stay here, and we can't go inside. It's not during classes, everyone will be walking around inside. We wouldn't be able to get by."
Sirius nodded. "We can go into the forest, can't we?"
Harry nodded. "Lets go." He turned into a phoenix, and Sirius turned back into a dog. Harry flew, and Sirius ran, into the forest. They came to a halt in a small clearing, sure that they were away from any centaurs, spiders, or (Harry did hope he was gone) giants.
"Well?" Harry asked anxiously.
"We've found Wormtail. And we've found what he's doing."
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I am the evilest evil eviler in the whole wide world! Hee hee!
Indigal: the Cho/Harry thing is not going to be solved for a very long time. Don't worry, it will be solved, but it's not the first thing on my agenda.
Potter4prez: No one is controlling her. Indigal got it just right: she has to view him as nothing.
Wuzup13579: well, you should probably learn to be patient!
Dragoon knight: sort of. He's really just confused.
Xavier II: again I say, look at Indigal's review for chapter 14. she got it exactly right.
Omeganian: My god, these are all such good ideas from all of you people! But no, no Imperius curse.
Shannon K. M: that does make more sense! You don't need to worry, but you might need to bite your nails for a little while. Like I said before, it's not first on my agenda.
-unolimbo