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Chapter 2 - Introducing Colour
Harry Potter was dead. The words buzzed there way around his head as he sat in shocked silence. No. He couldn't be. He just couldn't. Hermione had been right. Harry Potter was dead. But Harry Potter was the boy who lived. He had lived when no one else in history ever had, he couldn't be dead. He just couldn't. And yet. . .
He looked at Dumbledore, waiting for him to deny the statement. Dumbledore instead looked grave and Ron could have sworn he saw a lonely tear make it's way down his old cheek. He gasped, and slowly but firmly put his head in his hands and wept.
When Harry Potter stopped his paws were sore and his fur sticking down to his slim body with sweat. What would he do now? Where would he go? He looked around, searching for some sign to tell him where he was.
Canada. He was in Canada. How had he got to Canada? It was miles away from where he had started from, miles and miles, how could he be here already? Wait, how long had he been running? How long had he been fleeing? How long had he been trying to escape? That was easy. He'd been trying to escape for just over eight years. It hadn't worked yet.
You could never run, they always caught up with you; they always found you in the end. Wether it was dead or alive. Would they fall for the bait? Would they believe that he was dead? He hoped so.
"Where would I be least likely to go?" he muttered, his mind whirring in thought. And then, he realised. It was obvious, so very obvious! Hogwarts! Right under Dumbledore's nose! They'd never figure it out. Never. And even if they did, there were a whole host of opportunities open to him. He grinned, Hogwarts it was.
After Ron and Sirius had left, both sober as if someone had died. Dumbledore had to remind himself that someone had. After so many close shaves Harry Potter was dead. It was ironic really, after all these years of dodging dark curses from dark wizards, he had finally been hit, but it had not been a dark curse that killed him, nor a dark wizard. It had been the people who should have been his allies.
He was just sitting on down at his desk when a beautiful black owl flew in the window, holding a white letter. If he hadn't known better he would have sworn it something the Harry Potter he knew would have done. The owl dropped it's letter on his desk and settled on the chair across from Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore looked at the letter curiously, picking it up and inspecting it before opening the black seal on the back.
"Dear Albus Dumbledore,
I wish to try out for the position as Defence professor. I am aware of the fact that the position is fabled to be cursed and so am quite sure it will not yet be filled. If it is possible and if you approve then please send an owl as soon as possible.
Damien Harrow"
He shook his head in momentary confusion, before sighing and beginning to write a return letter immediately. He picked up a beautiful peacock feather and composed the reply quickly.
"Dear Damien,
No test is necessary, the defence position has yet to be filled and I would be honoured for you to take it.
Albus Dumbledore"
He was about to attach the letter to the black owls leg when another owl, this time snowy white and carrying a black envelope, entered the room. He paused and looked from the black owl to the white, surprised at the opposite and yet stunningly similar colour schemes.
(A/N: This is fun! Hehe! Silly and yet fun! Ok, a bit weird with all the 'black and white', 'white and black' things but, ha, funny! In a stupid sort of way! What...? Ohh. . . I'm babbling!)
He took the black letter from the white owl and once he had finished reading it looked again from owl to owl and sighed. The letter was another request for the defence position, this time from a; 'Ms Mara Edwards', he had never had so many people asking for the position. He sighed and put the black envelope down on the desk, not noticing the note that slipped from it.
Fawkes, however, did. Swooping down to Dumbledore's desk he picked up the paper with his claws and dropped it into the headmaster's hands. Dumbledore looked at the note curiously before reading it, there were only a few words on the note and he frowned as he read them, and looked up at the two owls, both of which were sitting comfortably next to each other. He stood up and left the room, his head bowed in thought. As he did the letter floated to the floor, landing softly. The black owl, curious as its owner peered at it then turned to the white, and if owls could grin, this one would have been rolling on the floor.
"To get what you lost, to forget what you must, remember in time, for the people you trust know, they must know, else all else is lost, and the people you trust, they will go"
Hermione Granger was only twenty-six. She'd lived a sad life. She'd been married at the age of seventeen to her best friend, and while she had loved him, it had not been in that way. Her parents were killed a year after she was married only long enough to have seen their granddaughter once.
It was not widely known what had happened to Hermione. In fact, no one knew, except for Hermione of course. Many people thought that she became a death eater and helped the people who had murdered her family. She didn't. Some people think that she was put under the imperius. She wasn't. Some people think that she's dead. She isn't. But that's not the point, those are the things that didn't happen, I'm meant to tell you about the things that did.
Hermione Granger ran away. There was no complicated treason, no illicit affair (at least, not too illicit), no, there were only hard facts. Hermione Granger ran away. It was just after she realised that she was pregnant with someone's child, not her husband's mind you. How to get away? How, exactly, to run? She thought about it so many times for so long. And in the end she came up with the perfect answer.
Join Voldemort. Well, not really; make everyone think that she had joined Voldemort. And her plan worked perfectly; her husband saw a fake tattoo on her arm, she disappeared when death eater meetings were called and suddenly it seemed as if her feelings no longer existed. Then Hermione Granger ran.
It did not take long for her husband to note her absents, in fact it took little more than a minute, to be precise 1 minute 27 seconds, but by then she was long gone. Just like the man she loved; she was on the run. But after the initial escape, her plans didn't go exactly as planned. Things started to go. . . wrong.
Aneè Granger was born on, in the old calendar, Samhain day. In old legends the day when the rift between the worlds was at it's thinnest. When the dead were just a heartbeat away and the living could feel cold perpetually tug at their hearts. But little Aneè didn't seem to mind at all.
Aneè was a quite child; she didn't scream, screech or keep her mother up half the night. But she didn't sleep either. She would lye there, and gurgle at the ceiling with that silly smile all babies have while in her eyes a twinkle that should have taken years to collect shined. She looked like she was born to be perfect, and she was. But she didn't fit in. Not in this world anyway.
Hermione didn't understand her daughter. Instead of the black hair and green eyes that should have marked her from her fathers side (as Hermione was convinced), she had dark auburn hair and velvet blue eyes that could almost be called a deep purple. She had pale skin, so pale it was almost white, her babyish complexion was like the whitest sand upon the smoothest beach.
Ane's favourite colours were black and white. Young as she was, when a red, orange or yellow sheet was placed over her she would cry and cry, and if she was asleep have fits and moan in terror. All this just because of a softly coloured blanket. Hermione learned. She herself had taken to a thin white cloak, she sometimes joked to herself that it made her look like a goddess with it's billowing fabric and its shady hood.
While Aneè grew, Hermione practised magic, the harder it was to accomplish the spell, the harder she tried. Eventually, one day, IT happened.
Anyway, back to Aneè. Aneè was, by this time, two years old and Hermione twenty. That's when it all began, I'll tell you when it finished too; exactly seven years later, a week or so before she rushes into Ron's apartment, but that's a story already told. Now, you'll have to wait for a while, I have to go and update on the owl crisis that it causing me grief with writers block. Just think, you get to imagine what it was that happened. Whatever you say though, I can tell you; It'll be wrong.
Mara Edwards yawned as her owl fluttered back through the window, hoisting her eight year old daughter up onto her hip she strode over to the gorgeous creature. She sighed and rolled her eyes at the answer written upon it. Her daughter giggled.
"Why are you sighing?" when the girl spoke you could hear a faint accent, it sounded like a cross between Spanish, French and something else, however hard it might have been to imagine. She giggled again as her mother rolled her eyes for a second time.
"The headmaster who I asked for a job, says I have to work with someone else" she plopped the girl down on the table and wandered over to the fridge, pouring herself a glass of coke.
"Me too!" she sighed again and poured another.
"It's not fair! I wanted the job for a reason and he just has to go and shove me aside with someone else!" the little girl looked at her reproachfully and then rolled her eyes.
"But you knew he would put you with the other one, you told me" the little girls voice sounded mature and anyone could tell that she was intelligent by the calm and measured look in her eye. The other nodded and sighed yet again.
"But still, it's the thought that counts" the girl laughed at her and shook her head.
"No it isn't!"
When Harry Potter's owl landed on the window sill of the leaky caldron, waiting to be noticed, Harry smiled at her and gently took her upstairs to his room. When there he grabbed the letter from her claw and read it greedily. The look that passed over his face was anything but one of pleasure.
Absentmindedly he stroked the black owl down its spine, the frown he wore not leaving his face for a second.
"They want me to share the spot with someone else" he sighed in resignation. The black owl nodded, well, as much as an owl can; she had guessed as much. Her owner sighed again and she fluttered up onto his head, sitting regally in all her splendour. Harry didn't seem to think so.
"GET OFF!" ruffled and rather annoyed the owl swooped gently out of the window hooting in disapproval. Harry shook his head and once more looked at the letter, before sighing and putting it down on the desk.
A knock on the door made him jump just as Tom the barkeeper opened the door. He smiled at Harry.
"I was just wondering if you would be staying with us tonight or not Mr Harrow? You asked me to confirm the booking?" Harry nodded unhappily and paused, as if truly thinking what he would do next, he had already decided of course, but no one else needed to know that.
"I do not think that I shall Tom, I have been offered a job at Hogwarts, well, I have applied for a job at Hogwarts, and I have been accepted. I think I shall go and see the legendary school as soon as chance allows me" he grinned suddenly, even if he had to share the position, he was going back to Hogwarts; he was going home.
Both of them arrived at the same time, both of them stumbled into each other completely unawares of what they were doing, both of them set a thousand destinies running, both of them turned a thousand down, both of them changed it all. All of it. Both of them collided, but only one had a brawling child in her arms.
"Watch where you're going!" Harry couldn't help raising his eyebrow at the red head and her daughter. She glared at his chest before noticing that his head was further up.
"If you hadn't run into me we wouldn't be in this state at all" he said calmly, he found the shortish red head humorous. She glared at his face this time, but before she could say a thing the eight year old she was carrying let out a cry of shock. The young girls piercing purple eyes were fixed on the mans before she grinned from ear to ear and nudged her mother.
"He's not dead!" the woman looked momentarily confused and glanced at the man again and suddenly realised what her daughter was talking about.
"You're not dead!" he raised a delicate eye brow again before replying.
"It would seem that I am not, indeed dead" before he could think of anything else to say, or to question her sanity, she had launched herself at him sobbing.
Surprised as he was he found himself instinctively hugging the lady back, before he realised what he was doing. He blushed, completely in contrast to the wide grin of the young girl who was being squashed between him and the other.
"I'm Damien Harrow, you are?" she ignored him.
"Harrow. . ." she muttered, frowning in thought "Harrow. . ." then she looked up, surprise covering her features and then a disturbing amount of glee.
"You're Damien Harrow!" he rolled his eyes at her.
"Oh, really? I had nooo idea! Thank you so much for telling me, in fact, I don't think I ever would have figured it out it you ha. . ." he stopped as she grabbed his hand and dragged him off to the nearest café.
"Glee" the little girl muttered sadly "she's obsessed, she won't let you out of her site now, for lack of a better word, you're screwed" he looked at her annoyed.
"And you are?"
"Aneè Edwards, this is my mom, Mara Edwards and you are Damien Harrow" he rolled his eyes again but nodded none the less.
"Nice to meet you Aneè Edwards, do you think it might be possible for you to convince your mother to let me go? I feel sure that I'm going to need my arm sometime in the future" The little girl grinned and turned her attentions to her mother.
"MUMMY! WHEN ARE WE GOING TO SEE DUMBLEDORE!" Mara span around and looked at Damien, who looked right back, a frown covering his face. Aneè pocked out her tongue at him.
"Who's Dumbledore?" he asked completely non-pluss. Aneè frowned unhappily and shot a look at her mother who was now smiling serenely, her hand still firmly clasping Damien's. She let out a peel of laughter and shook her head at both Damien and Aneè, her smile still in place.
"Come now, don't play us for fools Harry, because we're not, and you can come back here right now!" Damien had jumped away from her, his hand slipping into his pocket and pulling out a thin piece of wood that he then pointed at her. She cocked her head at him, waved her arm, and put Aneè on the ground, then inspected Harry's wand that was nestled safely in her hand.
He glared at her unhappily but made no other move to run or attack.
"My name is Damien, what makes you think I'm called Harry?" she scoffed at him rather loudly and came towards him slowly, as if approaching a scared dog. He acted just like one, and jumped violently away from her.
"Who are you?" she smiled at him gently and held out her hand to him. He didn't take it.
"Harry, it's me, don't you recognise me?" he took another stumbling step backwards and shook his head frantically. She sighed and took another step forwards.
"It's me, Hermione" he stopped stumbling backwards and looked her in the eye for the first time.
"Hermione is dead" for the first time he saw confusion on her face, and finished before she could interrupt him "to me". The look that came onto her face was one that wrenched his heart for some unknown reason (A/N: For those of you who doubt me, this fic will NOT be a Harry/Hermione one. My there is a lot to doubt isn't there?). But he stood his ground.
"Why? Why is Hermione 'dead' to you? Every single wizard in this world wants your blood Harry, they want to see you fall to the ground in a crumpled heap, they was to see you dead Harry! And they want to see me dead" confusion clouded his own features and motioned for her to continue.
"I'm convicted of joining Voldemort, Ron saw a tattoo on my arm, I disappeared when meetings were on, and I pretended that I simply didn't care. About anything. Then I just ran, I didn't want to continue being the perfect little wife for Ron, but there were other reasons too. But I'm on the run too. I pity the students of Hogwarts."
"Why?"
"Because they're going to have two criminals teaching them, two of the most wanted people in the world telling them what to do" he frowned at her and opened his mouth to argue with something, but she stopped him, merely shaking her head.
"Why did I really pretend to become a death eater you meant? Because I was pregnant, and it wasn't Ron's child. It was someone else's. That just seemed to push me over the edge, I have no idea what else was telling to do it, but it was" she sighed and looked down tears in her eyes.
"Who?"
"Who's child Harry? I don't know. I can't remember. I'm not allowed to remember. The won't let me. But I know Aneè isn't Ron's. That I just know" the tears that had only been a trickle before suddenly burst forth, too long had she held them there, too long had she caged the rage and sorrow of her own stupidity, too long had she built a damn to halt her feelings, too long had she forgotten how to cry.
"I- I'm sorry Hermione" the only response he got was for Hermione to fling herself towards him again and cover him with tears. He glanced over her shoulder at Aneè, who was looking at her mother with a reproachful look. When she noticed Harry looking at her she smiled tiredly.
"She's sorry too. She's very sorry. She knew that you were innocent, but she didn't tell anyone, she didn't want them to think that she was working for the dark lord, she didn't know what to do. So she gave up" the little girl sat down on the street solemnly, not even bothering to pull up a chair or box.
"She. . . knew?" the little girl nodded sadly again.
"But. . ."
"I'm sorry Harry, I really am, I am, really" he looked down at her and nodded slightly, barely perceptible.
"So am I Hermione, so am I"
Jackie and Danielle Weasley were twins. The two of them came from the same birth; they had the same mother and the same father and were as close as twins could be. They had four other siblings; Phillip and Alex, who just happened to be twins also, but were three years younger that Jackie and Danny.
Bill, their father, was a professor at Hogwarts and all four of them knew the castel back to front.
Jackie and Danielle Weasley were starting their first year in Hogwarts, which made them eleven, and Pip and Alex eight. Pip was a chatterbox who took everything lightly, making jokes about the most un-funniest things. She had a tendency to exaggerate stuff until the truth was merely something of a shell posed under a bright and colourful cloak. Alex, on the other hand, was solemn and respectful; she liked reading and was very loyal to her sisters and friends, even though she had none.
Jackie and Danielle were inseparable. Jackie was the eldest of the two by seventeen minutes, and although the age difference was minimal, used it with delight in ordering her other sisters around. Danny didn't seem to mind. In her eyes, Jackie could do no wrong, everything she made was perfect and everything she owned Danny wanted.
The foursome had another pair of twins as siblings, who were only four. Hirio and Gus were the oddest out of the three sets of twins. Both were boys and both found great joy in playing pranks, tricks and light hearted jokes on other people. Both of them were also evidently very magical.
As always, the Weasley family was very large, the only one in the whole brood of children not to have kids was Ron. Apart from that, both Fred and George, as well as Charlie and Percy had a bunch of young, red headed children.
Fred had lost his wife only two months ago and had three children; Aly at three years of age, Kiah at five, Brad at seven and Josh at nine. All of them had a bright blob of ginger hair that marked them as Weasley's.
George and his wife, a muggle who's family had died in the war, had a slightly larger family. Penny who was six, Jordan who was eight, René who was three and Mel who was only eight months, they also had two other children, although they didn't come from their marriage; Finn (12) and Cara (12) were twins and came from Georges wife's old marriage.
Charlie had married an old school friend and had a whole rag-tag group of small fuzzy red heads. Harley (13), Kimi (10), Liam (9), Oliver (5), Jessica (3) and Tom (7) who were all very close and all lived at Hogwarts.
Percy had, to no one's surprise, married Penelope. They too had a brood of red-headed children, although they were the only group to only have one girl. Andrew (13) and Duncan (13) were twins with Jake (10) and Helen (10) as well as Sandy (6) and Leina (6) a couple of years younger than them.
Let's see now, that's how many kids between the lot of them? Ok, um, Jackie, Danny, Alex, Pip, Hirio, Gus, Aly, Brad, Josh, Penny, Jordan, René, Mel, Finn, Cara, Harley, Kimi, Liam, Oliver, Jessica, Tom, Andrew, Duncan, Jake, Helen, Sandy and Leina. Woh. That's a lot of the third generation. Mind you, theoretically, Mrs Weasley had seven kids, so if I were to equip each of the above families with just as many. . . Hehe. We won't go there
(A/N: Sorry for those of you who despise descriptions and all, you don't really need to know all of that stuff, but it might make things easier a bit later on, names are really hard to remember (A/N.P.S. This is a note within a note. I've grown up since I wrote the above (I'm re-editing it for posting) and I wouldn't worry that you skipped it all. It's not exceptionally important. Just refer back to it if you need to.))
Danny stood up from her sprawled position on the floor and raced into the kitchen, closely followed by a rather annoyed Jackie. Hirio, who was also on the floor drawing red roses tried to run after her, but found his small legs got entwined among them selves, resulting in him falling flat on his face. But he didn't cry. Neither Hirio nor Gus ever cried.
"Daddy! I want to go to Kimi's house! Can't we go? PLEASE?" coming to a stop she brought her hands together in a moke praying gesture. Her father sighed and looked down at the paper he was reading before back up to his daughter. Before he could reply there was a knock on the door and a laud shout, signalling Ron's arrival. He stood up, relieved to have something else to do.
"Not now honey, maybe later though, I need to talk to uncle Ron" Danny scowled at her Uncle entered the kitchen, but the look fell from her face as she saw the tear tracks on Ron's pale cheeks, curiosity, wary curiosity that is, replaced her sullen demur.
"Ron! What's wrong? What's happened? Why are you crying?" Ron ignored all of the questions and burst into tears, Danny looked on in a kind of sick amazement; she'd never seen an adult cry before.
"He's dead he's dead he's dead he's dead he's - " From the look on her fathers face he was just as confused as she was and not about to do anything about it. She jumped forward and shook her uncle Ron as much as she could, which, owing to the fact that he was a fully grown man and auror and she a small eleven year old, was not much. But it worked.
He looked down at her and picked her up, hugging her like there was no tomorrow, before he slowly putting her down again. He turned to Bill and shook his head sadly, every line on his face showing too many emotions to count. Bill couldn't help but cock an eyebrow.
"Are you going to tell me what happened or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" Ron shook his head again, this time somewhat more under control. He looked up suddenly and stared Bill in the eye, if Bill hadn't been experienced in some truly horrible curses he would have felt like taking a step backwards in fear. He didn't though and waited for Ron to speak. When he did, it was not at all what he had been expecting.
"Truth or dare Bill? Truth or dare?" Bill frowned and looked down, thinking.
"What about you? Will you play too? It's not fair if only I play, you need to answer as well, go first" Ron nodded and looked at Bill, waiting.
"Truth or dare Ron" Bill could see the war going on in his brothers eyes, but was not at all reassured.
"Dare"
Let me tell you a story. A fairy tale. A tale of words that twist away and become pictures in the intricately woven cloth of our lives. A tale that shall make you gasp and shout warnings and cry to the world about how unfair humanity truly is. This is a tale that may make you want to curl up and die and yet shout and rejoice at the same time.
Like all tales worth telling it has been heard many times, and like all tales worth telling, you know it as you know yourself, for this tale is yourself; it is everything, the air that you breathe, the food that you eat, the things you do, the people you meet. It is everything.
This story begins like all stories should. . .
Once, Upon, a time. . .
"I dare you - " he paused and looked at Danny, dismay clear on his face.
"To pull yourself together and tell us what happened, cose it looks like that will take all the daring you have" Jackie, who had been standing at the door, spoke for him. He gulped and nodded before starting in a hoarse voice.
"I went to Hogwarts to talk to professor Dumbledore because, because" he took a shuddering breathe and looked around, Hirio had finally made it to the kitchen and was clinging to Jackie's leg with Gus on the other, making it impossible for her to shake them off as she was trying to do while still paying as much attention as she could to his explaining. Danny was sitting on her dad's lap looking at him intently with her hazel eyes.
"Hermione came to talk to me and she said. . . she said. . ." he chocked back the tears that were threatening to overcome him and glanced down at his hands. At the mention of Hermione, Bill had leant forward, a frown creasing his face and his fist clenched tightly, Hermione's betrayal had not only hit Ron hard, the whole family had been affected.
"What did she say Ron?" there was barely contained hostility in his voice and Ron shook his head then gulped, silent tears now pouring down his face.
"She said. . . She said that. . . THAT HARRY WAS INNOCENT!" he broke down again, throwing his head into his hands and shaking with the sorrow that wracked his body. Bill had frozen and was looking at Ron as if he was crazy.
"How could he have been innocent Ron? We saw him kill her, saw him raise his damned wand and kill our sister and you think he might be innocent? RON! PULL YOUR SELF TOGETHER!" he didn't even bother to hide the hate in his voice, didn't bother to try and believe his brother, he didn't bother to do anything except clench his fists and glare at his younger brother. But Ron had leapt up, his face wet from the tears, but all the same furious.
"HE'S INNOCENT BILL! HE. IS. INNOCENT! DUMBLEDORE HIMSELF SAID SO! DUMBLEDORE HIMSELF!" again he broke down and before Bill could say anything else corrected himself.
"Was innocent"
"He was not"
"Bill, listen to me, listen good; he. was. innocent. Voldemort put the crucius curse on him, four times, he couldn't fight the imperius when it came! Don't you get it? Don't you understand? HARRY POTTER WAS INNOCENT!" Bill had frozen again, denial clear on his face.
"F-four? He wen - " Hirio had detached himself from his sister and evidently wanted to be picked up. He didn't look at all disturbed by the look on his fathers face, he didn't look like he cared that blood was dripping for where his fathers nails had ripped into skin, he didn't care about any of that. He wanted up.
"Up" Obediently Bill picked up his youngest child, the child that had, in essence, caused the death of his wife four years ago. He smoothed his son's hair, and then stopped, noticing the blood on his hand. It was only then that the truth began to sink in, only then that he realised what the meaning of the news meant. He sat down heavily, Hirio still curled up in his arms.
"Harry Potter is innocent" Ron's tears increased.
. . . There lived a prince. He was brave, strong and kind, his people loved him and he loved his people. The prince knew that one day he would inherit his kingdom, but that day seemed a long way off, so he didn't let it worry him.
Although the prince loved his kingdom and his people, he wasn't all that keen on being a prince.
Then one day the prince when out riding with his father, the king. In the forest they were separated from the main hunting group and the prince feared there might be a plot to overturn the kingdom. But the king, his father, didn't listen, he wanted to hunt, and the idea of being hunted didn't appeal to him. He ignored the prince.
The prince was wary and his caution was rewarded when he heard a rustle in the bushes and the tearing of cloth. He warned his father quietly and went to deal with the person. When he arrived at the place he saw a man with a bow who was turning it on his father, he cried out to stop the archer, but the person shot the arrow true and his father fell dying to the forest floor. . .
When Author Weasley arrived home to the Burrow after work, he was greeted by a despondent silence. He frowned in confusion, and then horrible thoughts suddenly started to fly through hid head. Had Voldemort attacked again? Had one of the family been hit? Had anyone died? Had they all been kidnapped? Had they. . .? He took a deep breathe and shoved all negative thoughts behind a special wall built for the occasion. It had been there since the beginning of the war and it wasn't going any time soon.
"Molly? Kids? Are you here?" he took a step closer and was bombarded with several so far unidentifiable kids. He laughed and wondered why he had thought the house quite when these monsters where inside.
"Where are all the grownups Al? I need to talk to Molly about work and. . ." the group of kids all sobered and he was surprised to see that even Oliver was there. The worry he had pushed down jumped right back up again.
"I need to talk to an adult. Now" Helen, who was the eldest there, nodded her head and beckoned him to follow her.
"We just came over, Uncle Bill and uncle Ron had to talk to our mommy's and daddy's, they were talking about someone called Harry, Grandpa, who's Harry?" Author looked at Oliver curiosly.
'I don't know Ollie, the only person I know with the first name Harry is Harry Potter" unconsciously he had balled his hands into fists, gently he released the pressure and frowned at the children. "But no one calls him 'Harry' they all call him 'Potter'" the children nodded, all of them had heard of this 'Potter' person at least once.
"But you mean Harry Potter! The boy-who-lived! The one who was convicted of..." she paused and looked around conspicuously; all of the children leaned in, waiting for her to continue "murder" she whispered, the all jumped back slightly and gasped. If Author hadn't been concerned he would have found it hilarious the way Helen was manipulating them so expertly.
"What does murder mean?" Kiah, her eyes bright with the terror of conviction whispered. Helen rolled her eyes and glared at her. Kiah blinked slowly and stared at her with round yellow eyes.
"It means that you killed someone!" The younger kids, including Kiah, all gasped again and Helen smiled in spite of the annoyance she felt of having to look after such dim-bats.
"What's killing someone mean?" This time she let out a laud and audible sigh.
"It means that you send someone to heaven and never see them again" she smiled with her answer, however, Kiah's small brow was furrowed in confusion.
"But, I thought heaven was good" Helen again rolled her eyes, trying to think of something to say.
"It is, but, it's different!" Kiah blinked again, the obvious spokes person for the younger children who all had there eyes avidly fixed on her face.
"How?"
"They don't want to go to heaven!"
"Why?"
"Because. . . Because heavens bad"
"But you just said tha –"
"No I didn't!"
"But! You said that heaven was good!"
"I lied!"
"Oh"
"Heaven's bad"
"Oh"
"Very bad"
"Oh. I don't want to be murderered"
"Of course you don't you idiot!"
Author, who had been listening to the conversation and trying not to laugh shot a admonishing glance towards Helen, who, huffing, continued to lead him into the woods surrounding the Weasley house. After a moment he stopped recognising the path.
"I know where we're going" he whispered, the words dry in his mouth. Alex nodded, but Kiah looked confused.
"Where?" barely noticing her at all, he looked around frantically; obvious not happy at all.
"Where?" he voice was more persistent this time and he looked down to her, before starting to continue along the well worn path they had been following. Kiah frowned in anger.
"WHERE?!" again he seemed to ignore her, and just before she was about to open her mouth and ask again, he answered.
"We're going to Ginny's grave"
A/N: Hehe! Wait and see oh wait and see! OH OH OH OH OH! HEHE! Am I evil? Do you think me mean? Oh, but don't worry, don't worry at all, everything will work out in a truly unexpected way, and I'm not at all caring if you think that it's no good and a bad ending cose I got it all up here ::taps head with bread roll:: SO THERE!!
Also guys, if there are a few grammer things with past tense and present them I am so sorry, I couldn't decide whether to write it in present or past. Obviously I chose past, so sorry if there is any present left in there!! I really am!!
By the way, I ought to add that I wrote this a long time ago, almost a year now, and I'm only just posting it. I gave up on it when my laptop was wiped of everything it had. Yes, including two whole chapters more of what I have of this fic at the moment (I hadn't backed up for ages) so it will probably finish abruptly sometime in the (very) near future unless I get some serious reviews. Sorry about that, but for me, the chapters are soo long, and I've kinda lost interest in the plot. But still. I live for reviews - and so does this fic.
I'm sorry about this chapter - it got a little off track around about everywhere, hopefully if i post another one it'll be better. But I wouldn't hold your breathe on me posting it.
Below are the kids and their ages, 1 - 13. Ane's in there because at some point she's going to meet the Weasley's now isn't she? So even if it isn't for a couple of chapters, patience my readers, patience.
0-1 - Mel
3 - Aly, René, Jessica
4 - Hirio, Gus,
5 - Oliver, Kiah
6 - Penny, Sandy, Leina
7 - Brad, tom
8 - Jordan, Pip, Alex, Ane
9 - Josh, Liam
10 - Kimi, Jake, Helen
11 - Jackie, Danny
12 - Finn, Cara
13 - Harley, Andrew, Duncan
Ok, there we go! I am so proud of this chapter! It is so LONG! YAY! It took me over a THREE WEEK'S to finish it! Can you BELIEVE that? Ha! It has over 6300 words! In three chapters I've gone and over rode all my previous scores for my other fics that took nine to make! ARGG! Oh well, it all works out well for you! Tell me what your thinking and I'll post the next one soon!
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