Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
By: Krystal Lily Potter
Chapter Twenty One: The Mirrors
Rating: PG-13 (more on the AA side)
Couples: HP/HG, DT/LB, PP/SF, LL/NL, DT/GW, LB/RW, LL/RW, HP/CC
Summary: As Harry and his friends enter their sixth year at Hogwarts they don't enter the cheerful world they left behind. They enter a world covered in a thick blanket of fear. It only hits Harry how important he really is when people start seeing him as the light that allows them to see under this blanket. Along with his friend he must battle the horrors of the past, present, and possible the future to begin the end of the war, hopefully before it hits Hogwarts. What happens when people start disappearing from under Dumbledore's protection, and one of the famous 'trio' disappears? It's up to the last two, plus some more friends, to find a way to save all the people that disappeared because they can't fight this war on their own...
Warning: Dark themes will be mentioned a lot and if worst comes to worst I'll rate this R because of that. There's swearing, mentions of suicide, murder, rape, gore/bloody scenes, and other dark things like that...
Chapter Note: No there is no ball in this chapter, but there will be one, promise. Oh yeah and this chapter jumps around a little, it's quite 'choppy' but it was supposed to be by that...oh and the song at the end doesn't really seem to fit this chapter so don't mention it, trust me I know about it...
Voldemort was facing him with a terrible smirk of triumph on his face. His snake-like eyes stared at his prey hungrily. But he didn't know what Harry knew.
Flash. A bright light changed the scene to a gloomy looking castle.
Flash. Back to the field where Harry and Voldemort stood facing one another, but this time there was a woman there too.
Flash. He saw all his friends standing together behind him.
Flash. A grim looking Dumbledore was talking to the school. His eyes were tired, his beard and long normally snow white hair were mangled and dirty, and there was a thin line of blood running down the left side of his face.
Flash. Tears streaked down a pale face from a set of emerald green eyes.
Flash. A dagger was thrown across a room. Its silver blade had a black stain on it.
Flash. The killing curse streaked towards a person who was pushing him or herself off the floor in a painful manner.
Flash. A terrified scream, a high pitched laugh and a baby's cry were heard.
Flash. The vivid green light of the famous killing curse was the last thing he saw.
Harry's eyes snapped open and he shot up into a sitting position. He his breath was heavy and beads of salty sweat were gathering around his hairline and streaking down his face.
He had no clue what his dream had been about. None of it seemed to fit together at all. Although he knew that they probably did fit together somehow. It was like trying to put a puzzle together without seeing the complete picture first and having some vital pieces missing.
Looking over at his magical alarm clock he saw it was about 5:30 in the morning. He'd never be able to get back to sleep now.
Sighing angrily to himself he rolled out of his bed and fell onto the floor with a muffled thump. Luckily he didn't wake anyone else in the dormitory up.
After taking a shower, getting dressed and grabbing his books Harry sat down on the couch in the common room. There he threw his bag to the ground, rested his elbows on his legs and leaned his head onto his palms. He simply sat there in the same position for approximately an hour. It wasn't until someone tapped his shoulder that he moved.
Turning his head slightly he saw a worried looking Hermione gazing at him. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said and shook his head slightly. "Just thinking about things."
"Like what?" she asked sitting beside him.
He flashed a confident smile at her and said, "Nothing important.""So you just randomly like to sit in the same position for Merlin knows how long thinking about nothing?" Hermione said with a laugh.
Harry shot her an amused look and said sarcastically, "Hermione Jane Granger, you've know me for six years now, you must know that's my favorite thing to do!"
"And here was me thinking it was causing trouble," she replied in a dry voice.
The two sat in silence, waiting for Ron to bound down the stairs, claiming he was starving. Sure enough a few minutes later he stumbled into the room tiredly. There were light bags under his eyes, a token from all the extra work he was putting in to catching up.
"Let's go to breakfast!" he said as cheerfully as he could for the early morning, which sounded highly forced. "I'm starved."
His two friends chuckled at him and the 'golden trio' as they were known to some walked out of the room side by side, like it was the way they did things since the day they were born.Harry laid back on the ground in Care of Magical Creatures that afternoon with Griffy sleeping on his stomach. Hermione sat beside him while trying to get Athena to fly more then a foot off the ground. It seemed, as odd as it sounds, that the little owl was terrified of flying too high.
Harry chuckled slightly and said, "She's just like you, terrified of heights."
Hermione smirked and smacked him lightly on the chest, causing Griffy to growl about the vibration that woke him up.
Ron walked over with a wide smile on his face. On his shoulder sat a little green and brown weasel. At first he seemed a little insulted that he had gotten a weasel, but now he didn't care. His egg had hatched oddly quick, but Roller (the earth weasel), soon became one of his best friends.
Griffy's emerald eyes snapped up to the weasel and he got into a pouncing position.
Ron grabbed Roller protectively and Harry grabbed his Griffin and said, "Godric, don't touch Roller." Griffy's ears flattened against his head.
Athena hooted as if annoyed and shot the two other animals a look that she seemed to have stolen from Hermione.
"Now you have to admit," Ron said seriously later on. "That's disturbing."
"I'll say," Harry agreed as the owl turned her head and glared at them.
"Blood hell, how do owls move their heads so far?" the red head asked no on in particular. Harry shrugged, not knowing the answer, although Hermione probably did.
Neville sat behind his desk in Ancient Magical History with a note of boredom on his face. He didn't find any of this interesting at all. He didn't understand how Harry took such interest in this class. He wasn't really into the war and blood thing.
Harry sat next to him in that class. The raven haired boy was Professor Mathers obvious favorite. Neville would usually get Harry to help him study for this.
"Why do you like this class so much?" Neville asked suddenly. "Every other year in history you always fell asleep."
Harry looked at his friend and said, "If we don't learn about our past we'll continue to make the same mistakes we did. In a thousand years people are going to look back on this war like we're looking back. Many people will find it stupid, but do we think it is?"
"No," Longbottom replied. "You know that doesn't really make any sense."
"It might sometime," Potter said with a light shrug.
Neville watched as Harry looked down at his textbook and whispered, "Remus and Romulus...the founders of Rome. They were twins that were said to be the children of gods." He read over the story some more. "Now that's what I call irony. These two were found with a she-wolf and Remus is a werewolf..."
Something odd passed over Harry's face. "What's wrong?" Neville asked curiously.
"Nothing," he replied after a minute. "Nothing at all..."
Neville knew he didn't need to ask Harry. No one but Ron and Hermione knew what went on in the young man's head.
He was a deep thinker though, and he could tell that Harry was hiding something from everybody and he had a feeling that he was involved somehow. But he didn't know how...
Ginny was in the library with Luna doing her homework. She had more work to do then her older brother had but it was to be expected, it was her OWL year after all.
The youngest Weasley was thankful that she had Luna to help her. No matter what people thought about the Ravenclaw she was very smart and knew the curriculum almost as well as Hermione did.
Currently Luna was humming to herself lightly. She was staring directly at her homework, doodling on it.
Ginny leaned over and looked at what her friend was doing and saw they were different kinds of stars. "Wow," she said in awe. "I've never seen so many different kinds of stars before. They're all beautiful."
"Of course you've seen all these stars before and more," Luna said airily. "You see them every time you look in the sky. Stars, planets, snowflakes, wands, spells, plants, animals and people are all the same. No matter what there is no two of us exactly alike."
Weasley stared at Lovegood and said, "Now that was deep."
Luna just smiled at her and continued drawing happily.
"No two of us are exactly a like," Ginny whispered to herself and looked at her homework. There was the question 'If two people say the same spell at the same time are the spells exactly the same?' Her head shot towards Luna then she smiled and wrote down 'no'.
Ron sat on his broom in front of the golden hoops with a wide smile on his face. He was glad he finally had time to actually play Quidditch rather then homework.
A Quaffle came at him but he managed to hit it away. He had been practicing over the summer before he was captured and now he knew all of it had paid off.
Looking quickly overhead he saw Harry wasn't really trying to catch the snitch. True they were only practicing but Ron knew his friend always tried his hardest at Quidditch.
Suddenly a Quaffle smacked him in the face and he fell down towards the frozen ground, but Harry shot out of nowhere and grabbed him before he could hit it.
There was a bit of laughter then Katie yelled, "Well you might not have been trying to catch the snitch Harry but I don't think we have to worry about that."
Harry laughed then landed on the ground and said between his laughter, "Are you alright mate?"
"Fine," Ron replied as he picked up his broom and brushed the snow off it. "Just a little distracted."
"Of course you are," Harry replied with a smirk. "Mind you though I don't see Lavender out here anywhere..."
"Shut up!" Weasley replied, attempting to hit Harry with his broom but his friend used his seeker reflexes and got out of the way. He knew it wouldn't have hurt though. Ron had turned an odd shade of red though at Potter's comment.
Harry threw his leg back over his broom and pushed off the ground and into the air with a wide smile on his face. Ron noticed that his best friend rarely ever smiled anymore. He had only seen him do so in two different situations: when he was flying and when he was with Hermione.
Ron couldn't believe that neither of his friends had seen it yet. Both were highly intelligent, in different ways mind you, yet they were both so blind to the obvious that he could clearly see.
He took got on his broom and flew into the air to enjoy the remainder of Quidditch practice before he was once again a slave to the mountains of homework he had to do.
Harry walked down the hallway silently. His head was spinning and he felt terribly sick. No he wasn't ill; he had woken up from a dream of blood and torture.
He was worried for his mental sanity lately because of his dreams. After Halloween they slowly got better, and then all of a sudden they started getting worse. Unlike before he saw people beat, slashed, tortured, and murdered...
He couldn't sleep at night very well anymore. No dreamless sleep potion did him any good, the dreams still penetrated into his mind. To get his mind off of things he would walk around the hallways for a couple hours, telling off any rogue students he would find then he would return to his bed and sleep again for a few hours, then wake up for classes.
Harry suddenly realized he was in a corridor he wasn't quite familiar with. Looking back down curiously he realized it was off the third floor.
"The third floor corridor," he whispered and entered the room that Fluffy had been in years before cautiously, only to find it empty.
As he walked towards the center of the room he could clearly hear the thump of his sneakers on the floor as he moved slowly. Shivering slightly he looked around from the center of the cold, old looking room and saw a second door off to the side. Most people probably wouldn't have noticed it but he did.
Harry quickly strode across the room and wrenched the door open, gasping at what he saw inside.
"Road trip!" Ron yelled playfully and a few people laughed.
It was Saturday and an emergency ULD meeting was called by Harry. Of course he made sure Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw didn't have Quidditch practice that day (no Slytherin's in the ULD played Quidditch) because, frankly, he feared Katie's wrath more then he feared Voldemort.
The group was following Harry through the school. He could have cared less if they were caught. Technically they weren't doing anything illegal this year but he knew a teacher would follow them around to supervise and that was something he just didn't want. He knew he was already stalked most of the time by Remus and Tonks and Merlin knows who else, so he didn't need Dumbledore or Snape hanging around too.
"Wait," Hermione said suddenly. "Isn't this the third floor corridor?"
"Isn't that the one that's off bounds?" Rose asked, her innocent eyes widening.
"Harry mate, what's going on?" Ron asked nervously. The second they entered the room his dark blue eyes started darting around the room, expecting to see a large three headed dog named Fluffy, but he found so such creature. Not taking any chances though he kept in line with his best friend. "There's nothing in here that'll hurt you," he replied. His voice echoed around the room in a choir of Harrys as he said, "Unless you let it.""What do you mean unless we let it?" Cho asked with a quiver in her voice. "You mean there is something in here that can hurt us?"
"Not physically," he said with a shrug as he stopped in front of the door that was tucked away in the corner and face the rest of the people in the room. "When fighting to keep yourself alive some Death Eaters or anyone else can do the most disgusting things you can think of. No I don't mean torture, what I mean is hit you where it hurts, mentally. What we're doing today is having you identify the one thing you desire most."
"How?" somebody asked.
"I'll show you in a minute but promise me this. Not one of you will come here without me after this and none of you will tell anyone else of this, got it?" he said clearly and sternly.
He got some 'yes's' some 'no problems' and some nods but everyone gave him a positive review to his request. "Alright," he said. "Here it is." He pushed open the door and walked in the room. Everyone stared in awe at the large mirror in front of them with golden trims. "The Mirror of Erised," Ron said, his voice bouncing off the walls of the empty room."The Mirror of Erised," Harry confirmed and looked at the familiar writing around it. "Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on whosi."
A few other people looked up at the writing too. Harry looked over at Hermione expecting to see a superior look on her face about knowing what it meant but instead he saw she looked as puzzled as everyone else.
He studied her face and saw a reflection of the mirror on her eyes and looked back at it then at her again and said, "I show not...your face..." People were looking at him now with confusion. "But your hearts desire..."
Hermione studied him and saw his eyes were not moving from left to right but from right to left. He was reading it backwards. She followed his lead then gasped and says, "That's what it says on it. If you read it backwards..."
"That's what this mirror does," Harry said quietly as he approached it. "It shows what your heart's true desire is. One person at a time has to stand directly in front of the mirror or else it won't work." His eyes had been closed as he walked near it now they opened. He saw his parents standing behind him again. His father's smile wasn't as pronounced as before, as if he knew Harry wasn't as happy with him anymore and tears slowly and silently streaked down his mother's porcelain skin, but they were not unhappy tears. His parents weren't alone though, with them stood Ron, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, Sirius, and all the people from his dream about his family. All of them waved at him sadly and Harry noticed something about his reflection. There was no scar on his forehead.
Closing his eyes again and taking a deep breath he walked out of the way and said, "Someone else look into it."
Hermione shot him a worried look but stepped forwards in front of the mirror. Harry watched her closely as her eyes widened and she walked away from it. Ron walked up next. He got a surprised look on his face and he said, "That's not what it was before..."
Person after person went in front of the mirror to see what they desired most. Many of them didn't even realize they desired what they saw. Many men and women in the past had seen themselves surrounded by money, riches and fame, but from the teary eyes Harry could see not many people saw themselves with items today.
He once again walked in front of the mirror and his family appeared behind him. Reaching out he placed his warm hand on the cool class of the mirror, fogging it up slightly from the heat radiating off his body.
"You see," he said quietly. "Our deepest desires can be one of our deepest weaknesses. Sometimes they're not though, do not that anyone make you think that. Our desires can keep us alive. They can drive us insane yet they can keep us san. They can be the cause of our downfall or our up rise..." his deep voice cracked slightly and he felt his own eyes water up slightly. "They can be the reason we die, or the reason we live..."
Everyone stared at his with awe; no one had ever heard Harry Potter say something so heartfelt before. Actually no one had seen him display this amount of emotion before.
He looked at Sirius's semi-smiling face. His godfather looked the same as he did in the pictures from when he was younger. Not shabby like Harry remembered him. His hand on the mirror clenched into a fist and he said, "Our greatest weaknesses..." He looked at the Ron and Hermione in his reflection. "...Are our only downfalls."
Nobody knew what he meant as he turned away from the mirror and walked silently across the room. The others started gathering around the Mirror of Erised, demanding another chance to see the one thing they desired. "The mirror of desire," Harry said to no one in particular. "We're not coming back here again. It's not going to help anybody to dwell on what could have been. This can drive a person insane but it can also make us stronger. Just keep imagining what could be or what could have been. If you do, then you can have more strength inside your heart..."
Hermione walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Only she saw the single tear that streamed down his face onto the floor, shattering like a glass.
He went to lean on the wall but instead his head touched something velvet. It reminded him strongly of a fine, thick curtain. He gripped the black material in his hand and yanked on it. The blanket fell, revealing a second mirror. This one though had silver rims, otherwise it was identical. At least at first look.
Automatically his and Hermione's eyes traveled together up to the top to see if there was a description on it. There was.
"Raef yeh tsgni hteh tdnaer up sita htllaf otra eheht woshi?" Hermione spoke out slowly.
Harry did what he did with the other mirror and read it backwards, "I show the heart of all that is pure and the things they fear..."
"The Mirror of Raef!" his bushy haired friend exclaimed.
"Reaf?" he said slowly. "As in fear?"
"Yes," she said. "I read about both of these mirrors. They're the Mirrors of Desire and Fear. One shows the one thing our hearts want most and one shows our deepest fear. Fears that not even a boggart can find."
"Not even a boggart can find," Harry said and stared at his pale reflection. People were starting to gather around them now. "Why isn't it working?"
"Because there's more then one of us standing in front of it," she explained. "It only works when one person stands alone. You know this mirror is a lot more complex then the Erised. That one will show its vision to anyone. This one on the other hand like it states only shows its vision to people with pure hearts."He stared at it with interest now and said, "Everyone's going to take a turn to see if they can see anything. Not only should we beware of out desires but our fears too."
A few people looked nervous now but the first to step up was little Mark. He looked at it curiously as everyone else move to the sides as Hermione instructed the moment he approached the mirror.
"I can't see anything," he said after a minute and walked away. A few people were in shock, this little boy didn't have a pure enough heart to see what his fear was, what made them think they could see anything either?
A few people did see things though. Katie nearly had a heart attack after she looked into it although she refused to tell anybody what she saw.
When Ron went up he expected either not to see anything or to see spiders. But whatever he saw it caused his skin to go paler then Draco Malfoy's and his fists to clench in fear. Lavender and Luna had to drag him away from the mirror, he was frozen in that much fear. The only thing anybody got from him about it was that it wasn't spiders.
Hermione was second last to go. She took a deep breath and stared into the smooth surface on the mirror. Like Ron she got pale but instead of freeze she let out a scream and burst out crying.
Before anyone could move Harry ran over to her and wrapped his arms around the sobbing girl. She had her face pushed again his shoulder when he looked up into the mirror and since no one else was looking he could see clearly what was staring at him. Everyone saw the confused look on his face as he watched the mirror. He was defiantly seeing things in the mirror but it must not have made sense to him.
You see what he saw, was himself quivering in fear.
'That suggests that what you fear, is fear itself,' Remus' words rang though his head. He was afraid of being afraid and helpless.
He looked down at Hermione went he felt her curious yet teary eyes staring at him so intensely he was surprised he didn't have holes in his head yet. He just shook his head and pulled her to the side of the room.
Everyone started at the mirror and a thick air of foreboding hung over them. It seemed almost impossible to breath.
They were between desire and fear, feeling as if they were trapped.Harry took Hermione's hand into his quickly and said, "Alright I think we've all had enough for today. Go back to your common rooms."
Everyone did so, leaving only him, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ginny in the room. The six of them shared a look then Luna said, "Goodnight." She then pretty much floated off down the hallway."She's a little...odd," Ginny said proudly, receiving a couple laughs from the other Gryffindors. The five of them then continued on towards the Gryffindor common room.
Ron suddenly nudged both Ginny and Neville. Both shot him confused looks and he pointed towards Harry and Hermione, who were walking in front of him.
The two followed his gaze and they all smirked knowingly at what they saw. Harry was still holding Hermione's hand and he didn't look like he was letting go anytime soon.
Ahead of them Harry was looking at Hermione from time to time with worry. Whatever she saw was a lot worse then just failing, that's the only thing he knew.
He gripped her hand tighter and she smiled weakly at him. She was studying him then she winced and looked away.
The three behind them noticed this and one thing was obvious, Harry had something to do with what she had seen.Hermione rolled over in her bed that night with tears pouring down her cheeks. She felt terrified and weak about what she had seen in the mirror. Her whole body felt terribly numb from it. It was just a feeling that she got when she looked in it that made her think it would be her own fault.
Notice me, take my hand
Why are we strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me
She knew if what she saw actually happened she'd be lost for life she just couldn't keep going. Just thinking about it was enough to bring her to tears again.
Everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you, baby
She closed her eyes and the image of a dead Harry flew into her vision yet again. She gasped in terror and they flew open again with a fresh wave of tears.
I make believe that you are here
It's the only way I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move on easy
Suddenly a thought passed through her head, 'why is this affecting me so much?' She sat up with a shocked look. She always seemed to feel odd things around him, things that she shouldn't. She was constantly jealous of any other girl that was near him (and lets not go into the situation with Cho), she was always worried about him, she respected him, fear him...
And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, baby
Now that Hermione's mind wasn't really functioning properly she started getting insane random thoughts. In her mind, she could see all of Harry's pain was caused by her in one way or another. She could have gone with him to save the Philosopher's Stone, if she had been stealthier then she wouldn't have gotten petrified, she could have let him grab Wormtail, she could have trained him more for the Tournament, she could have fought harder to stay conscious and maybe that would have helped Sirius in another way.
'I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song's my sorry
Tears streaked down her face now and she hugged her legs to her chest, rocking back and forth slowly. She didn't even notice the ice pellets that were starting to pound against her window.
At night I pray
That soon your face will fade away
And everytime I try to fly, I fall
Without my wings, I feel so small
I guess I need you, baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you, baby
"Why is this affecting me so much?" she whispered out loud while shaking.
'Because,' a voice echoed her in head 'you wouldn't be able to live without him...'"I wouldn't," she whispered and stared out the window. The hail was slowly turning into large snowflakes. A smile appeared on her face and she wiped away her tears, her mind working properly again.
Looking down at her book on her bed she said, "I can't lose it now, Harry needs me. Things always get worse before they get better..."
Author's Insane Babbling
Yeah...Jess never got the last chapter back to me. Oh well, I guess we all have to put up with my terrible grammar and spelling. You know the funny thing is for school almost everything I write and pass in is perfect and I don't even go over it. I guess it's just because I'm not really being graded on this...So what did you all think of this chapter? Like it or not?
There are a few issues I want to go over about this story. This is sorta canon based but not that much. I know a lot of the things JK says in interviews about the sixth book but just so you know I'm following some of the things she said and some of them I'm not.
A few people asked about the time turner. It's not really important just yet. Just remember that Harry has one.
Sorry people, I'm not saying who the Half Blood Prince in this story is. I'm not even giving off a little hint because it's impossible...either I say who it is or I don't.
I've been estimating it and if I'm right this story should be done before Christmas (woo imagine that ::extreme sarcasm::) or at least I hope it will be.
Tell me if you guys think I should plan a sequel or this or not. I want to know in advanced so I can get to work on it directly after I'm finished this fic.
Please R&R! Thank you to all the people that did review and for those that read this and didn't review. If you don't like this story just tell me and point out a FEW things wrong in your opinion but say it maturely and professionally please? I don't want something I can barely read...or something I'll make fun of. If you're gonna flame me make sure it's one that'll give me your respect...
That's all I ask.
Now I'll send this chapter to Jess too (not that I'll ever get it back...) and post it. So please bear with the millions of mistakes!
Replies to Reviews:
Destined Enchantress – Wow glad I don't have to do that yet and there's nothing wrong with being lazy! I still get all my work done and I'm lazy as sin. Hope you do post your new fic soon!
Hpfanchrissy1502 – He has to turn back time because he has a lot of things to do. He usually turns back time to take a break, plan things for the ULD or other simple things like that.
LJstagflower4e – I dunno, should you? Look at my coupling scheme! Sorry bout that mistake, believe it or not Microsoft word corrected that...stupid whore of a program! I have a pet peeve too...the little grade nines taking all the space in the hallway! Which is kinda sad considering I'm in grade 10...
Athenakitty – yeah she did, stupid Cho. They'll get the information when everyone else does. Harry get in shape? Nah! LMAO! Jk
I'm Not the Weakest Link – The Ball's the next chapter
Hermionestwin1990 – Thank you
Holimontski – lol damn straight!
Lady Nicole Potter – Yeah I thought I'd add a bit more of Luna in there. That last sentence eh? You do that, you never know what's important right? OMG! I love that sign! Lmao!
LadyLuck13 – Feel honored, I only give right out hints to some people! LOL!
Idiot with reason – LMAO! Nah I'm used to it, two of my friends have about 10 voices running around in their heads including each others! As it is I've got an annoying voice in my head too (Thank's Jess -.-''') LMFAO! Krystal Lily Potter's my screen name...but ya can call me either Krys or Kayl.
TanAlike – Your welcome
Amity-Star – Mistletoe? Maybe but that's what happened with Cho...besides I've got a more original idea
Hm – Yeah I know, Microsoft word is a pain in the ass...sometimes though I just like to give Jess extra work! I know I'm really mean...
Carn – Thank you! Damn straight your insane
SirIssac – I can live with that. You don't like it fair enough; at least you gave it a shot. Don't worry your review didn't insult me even if it sounded like it. I respect your decision for not really...enjoying this story and it's totally fine. I only get mad when people say they don't like things in a immature way...you said not one word immaturely and everyone makes mistakes.
333,halfevil – I'm so sorry! How many times did I make that mistake?! I don't hate school, just one of the courses I'm doing...but I love Ancient History and English! :D I don't intend on giving up anytime soon
Wise Man Domingo – Yeah I know...I'd wait to post the good copy of the chapter but Jess has a habit of sending it back a week after I send it to him so yeah...but it's all good.
Colorguardbaby23 – Oh that was a good guess, someone else thought that too but I'll put you out of misery...no it's not Dumbledore or any of the Weasleys. The ghost? No... Au Revior! I know a little bit of French because it's the language I'm taking in school...actually I have to take it. Merci pour la grande revue!
Heavenscloud524 – 6 hours? Holy crap! Its obvious there's going to be H/Hr, it's my fav couple. I'm just not THAT into writing romance, I prefer the adventure fics plus I want the romance to go slow...don't ask...I know I'm strange...
Lord Skywalker – Holy Hell Thank you! (lol! I like that...)
Happy Potter – Harry and Hermione are going to get together soon and the HP/CC thing, it's one-sided! No don't worry, I didn't take it as mean at all...
Gorav1 – Interesting thought but no Harry isn't the HBP, JK Rowling said so herself and I'm sticking to that (no I'm not sticking to everything she says, that'd be boring). You want a hint eh? Oh lord...I don't know how I'd give a hint without giving it away...the time doesn't really have an significant, but keep in mind that he has one
Jbfritz – thank you
Catch ya'll later eh? (LOL)
Krystal Lily Potter