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The night was still at Hogwarts. Peaceful. Quiet. It was like it was well protected from the elements of evil.
But Ian was unsteady.
Because of his blindness, his body adapted quickly. Thus, he hears everything within a 500 meter radius. He sighed as he turned in his bed.
It was unnerving.
He could hear everything that was going on inside the school.
Peeves was annoying Filch again. Hagrid was... Ian groaned. Hagrid was feeding something fresh to a creature he had yet to identified. It was safe to say he lost his appetite because of that. He focused back inside the school. At least it was less gruesome... Ian groaned again in nausea. He heard some of the ghost retelling how they had died. Some of them were interesting, while others.... Lets just say it topped Ian's list of what to be thankful for when being blind.
Even though he had seen death, gore and destruction, hearing about it in detail made him sick. It was not usually like this. There had been a time when he had done far more dastardly deeds and not think about it too much. In fact, he never thought about it at all.
His thoughts ran as his mind wandered. Was he getting soft? In his family they were all prepared to do what is necessary to achieve their goals. But lately, his generation was trying to ignore that rule. There must be limits to a person's willingness to perform certain tasks. Tasks that may one day make him regret.
A loud crash came from the door and Ian suddenly bolted up from his bed holding his ears in pain. His ears rang from the sound and he cursed himself for being careless. His mind wandered and so did his concentration.
And then, silence.
Ian sighed and slumped back on his bed. He took slow breaths to calm himself as he always did in the past week. It took a lot of his concentration to filter out the other sounds and focus it to a radius of twenty feet.
"Alright there Ian?" a voice said. Ian suddenly was up from his bed and pinned his uninvited guest to the floor. He then gasped as he realized his mistake. He got off from his guest and walked around the room. He also realized that his sense of hearing was toned down.
"I'm sorry, Lady Chang," he blushed. "I didn't know... I should have been careful."
"That's alright," Cho stood, groaning with the mild pain she had. "It's my fault, really. I just heard you scream and..."
"I'm very sorry," Ian bowed to the direction of her voice. "I did not hear you come in."
"My fault," he heard the laugh in her voice. "I have invoked a spell that limits your hearing to this room only. Dumbledore's orders." Ian frowned.
"Why did he... oh," he smiled when he understood. "Thank him for me."
"I will," Cho smiled. She turned towards the door but paused. She looked at him sheepishly, not really deciding on whether or not to ask him.
"Ian, can I ask you a personal question?"
"What is it?" he said softly.
"Why did you just scream?" Ian laughed as he massaged his temples.
"I heard a crash from the door. The sound was unbearable."
"Crash?" Cho said confusingly. "I only tapped on your door."
"Oh," Ian blushed as he inched his way towards his bed. "I'm sorry again"
"No problem," she smiled. Just then, an owl perched near his nightstand. Cho looked at it and took the parchment it brought.
"It's for you," she said.
"From whom?" he asked.
"It only says 'Don'," she looked at him inquiringly.
"Can you read it for me?" he asked.
"Are you sure?" Cho looked at the envelope. "It might be something important. You know, for your eyes only type."
"Unfortunately, I do not have the resources to determine that for myself," he said good-naturedly. Cho's eyes widen as she realized what she had said.
"I'm so sorry," she cringed but Ian still smiled.
"Don't be," he said. "Anyway, I trust you enough to be brought into my life." Cho blushed. Did he really trust her that much? She nodded and began to open the envelope.
"Are you sure?" she waited for the final confirmation.
"If I can't trust the lady who saved my life, then I am not worth your attention," he said. Now Cho was having a lot of trouble opening the envelope. Her hands shook when she heard him say those words. Did he fancy her or was she just misinterpreting his words? Why was she affected by it anyway? She finally got the envelope open and read its contents.
"Nine o' clock. Chose personnel," Cho turned the page to see if there was more. "That's all. What does it mean?"
"Lady Chang, I have a small favor to ask," Ian said with a soft voice. "Will you accompany me tomorrow to a meeting? You are one of the few that I trust and I would be... happy if you were there." Cho raised her eyebrow on his request.
"Sure," she smiled although a little confused. She folded the letter and laid it on his nightstand. "I'll go with you."
"Thank you," he sighed in relief. "I really appreciate it."
"Get some rest," Cho smiled as she said it sincerely. "I'll wake you up in the morning. With proper warning, that is." Ian laughed. Cho liked to hear him laugh. He always seemed so serious to her. And she knew he was hiding his true feeling deep within.
As she did when Cedric died.
Cho shook her head and she immediately removed the thought from her mind. Looking at Ian, she smiled.
"See you tomorrow, Ian," she walked towards the door and opened it.
"Good night, my lady," he said as he lay down on the bed.
"Do you like the light on or off," she smacked herself mentally as those words slipped from her mouth. But Ian chuckled and turned towards her direction.
"Off, please." Cho smiled and turned off the lights. Walking out of the room, she smiled in intrigue at the man she saved.
*** ***
"Good morning Harry," Mrs. Weasley greeted as Harry came down the stairs sleepily.
"Good Morning," he smiled. "Where's everybody?"
"Still asleep," Ginny said as she hugged Harry from behind. "How come you're not?"
"Try sleeping with Ron snoring," Harry sighed in grief as he was reminded of Ron's sleeping habits. Harry didn't complain on his snoring, it was the part of his talking in his sleep. And every time, there was only one thing in Ron's mind; Hermione. Really, if his dreams were like that it was a wonder that Harry didn't feel nauseated in the morning. And the dreams Ron was having... he shuddered as he removed the thought from his mind.
"Poor Harry," Ginny said sympathetically as she stroked his head. "You can sleep with me if you want." Harry noted a hint of naughtiness in her voice. He was about to answer when he looked at Mrs. Weasley. She had this stern look that could remove any evil thoughts to the ones she was staring at.
"Why would you think such a thing?" Harry said nervously. But then, Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"I'm sorry Harry," she said in between laughs. "You had this irresistible face when you were nervous. But honestly, Harry. You have my trust and I must admit, if SOMETHING did happen, I'm not going to be miffed if I had a grandchild to take care of."
"MUM!" Ginny blushed the same shade as her hair. All Harry could do was blush with her in embarrassment. Mrs. Weasley laughed again as she placed four sausages on Harry's plate.
"Good morning!" Hermione entered the kitchen giving her future in-laws a big smile. "Ron up yet?" she asked.
"Nope," Harry sighed as he was reminded of his sleep-talking friend. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to go over with some things for the wedding," Hermione said. "But we haven't decided on a place yet."
"What about right here. It would be a lovely garden wedding," a new voice said. All of them looked up only to see that they have gained guests. "I could just picture it. The green leaves of the trees, the fresh scent of the pure world with the blessing from the heavens."
"Good morning," Harry smiled as he got up. "Come in. Breakfast?" Harry offered. The young lad who was their guest sniffed the air and smiled.
"We wouldn't want to intrude," he said.
"We?" Ginny asked as he looked at the man. He looked familiar but his dark sunglasses kept her from seeing his eyes.
"Hi guys," Cho Chang peered through the doorway, smiling.
"Hi Cho," Hermione said as she went to welcome her.
"Hello," Ginny said sheepishly. She knew Harry had a crush on her during his third and fourth years. She didn't know where it still stood.
"Don't worry," Cho smiled at her when she recognized her demeanor. "I'm not going to steal him from you." with that, Ginny blushed and offered her a seat.
"Ian. What are you doing here?" Harry asked curiously.
"Careful now," Cho whispered but everyone heard her. She took his arm and led him inside. Ian sighed and turned her head towards her.
"I'm not made of glass, you know," he smiled. He had a four foot guiding stick that he used to strike the floor with a loud clang. Smiling, he then took Cho's arm and guided HER towards the dining table. He sat her beside Ginny and walked around the table to sit beside Harry. All with out tripping, stopping or breaking anything.
Harry gaped as he stared at him. Ginny and Hermione looked at Harry with a bewildered expression. Mrs. Weasley smiled and place a plate filled with food in front of Cho and Ian before they could refuse.
"Harry," Ginny hissed. "Don't stare."
"You'd stare too if you knew that Ian's blind," Cho smiled at the redhead.
"Blind?" Hermione asked as he looked as him.
"I'll tell you later," Harry said as he noticed the curious looks from the women. "Anyway..."
"Your brother's up," Ian said to Ginny. He was just looking forward but he smiled like he found something amusing. "And he just stubbed his toe on his bed," they all heard Ron's cursing from upstairs. Everyone laughed but was still surprised that Ian could tell them that.
"That was quite a trick," Hermione said as she walked towards the stairs. "I'll just see if he's fine."
"Anyway, Ian," Harry turned his attention back to him. "Why are you here."
"I need you to come with me to the Ministry," Ian said in dead seriousness. "All will be explained there."
"What is it about?" Ginny asked nervously.
"Nothing really," he said. "I need Harry for an assessment in a meeting that's going to take place there."
"I'm coming to," Ginny said in full confidence. But she was surprised to see Ian smile.
"I knew you'd say that. So?" Ian waited.
"All right," Harry said after a while. "I'll go. Can I bring Ron and Hermione?"
"Sure," Ian said. "I was hoping that they..." Ian suddenly frowned and then blushed.
"What is it?" Cho was alarmed at his sudden change of expression.
"Apparently Hermione already forgotten that I could hear everything upstairs," he blushed deeply.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny asked. Mrs. Weasley smirked and called her son and Hermione for breakfast.
"As much as I want to, I can still wait," she said as she went about her ways.
"Wait for what?" Cho asked. Ginn and Harry suddenly blushed a deep shade of red.
*** ***
"I thought we're going to be late," Ron said as he entered the Ministry office. Hermione was right behind him and tapped his shoulder.
"Relax Ron," she smiled.
"In any case," Ian stepped forward and led them towards their destination. "If you two weren't... distracted, we would be here earlier. Ginny, Harry and Cho stifled a laugh.
"Who are we meeting here anyway?" Harry asked. Ian led them to one of the Ministry's farthest parts and came to stop in front of a double-door.
"We call him the Don," Ian said as he fixed his uniform. He was wearing a dark blue tight fitting jacket that came to his waist. The hem of his trousers barely touched the end of the jacket. Ian fixed his collar and knocked. "He leads every Auror in Europe. You call him Godfather." With that, he opened the door.
The room a barely lit and it had an air of old Italy in it. They entered it and the doors closed but Harry was surprised to see Severus Snape talking to the person behind the desk.
"I'm telling you. If we can't find them they might revive him again," Snape said with his usual Venom. "Your last agent failed and where is he now? Lost!"
"Severus," the voice behind the desk was hoarse but had authority. "You come in here with my good graces and I have listened to your opinions. I respect all of them. What I do not respect is that you insulting one of my best agents. One who I extremely trust. And one who is standing behind you." Snape turned around and noticed for the first time that he was not alone. Smirking, he turned back to the man behind the desk.
"We'll finish this later," he said in a low voice and exited the office. Ian smiled and walked towards the desk.
"You called?" Ian said informally.
"I had heard what had happened from Dumbledore," the man behind the desk sighed and looked at him. "That's why I asked if you to form a team. Are they the ones?" there was a hint of amusement in the man's voice that Harry was familiar with.
"If they are willing," Ian said. The man stood up and went into the light.
Even with his black hair was combed back and his robes were all tidy and formal, Harry recognized the man.
He was the Godfather indeed.
End of 8
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A/n: why aren't I receiving any more reviews? Is this story that bad? I needed input so I would know if I would continue this or finish it short. Thanks anyway.
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The night was still at Hogwarts. Peaceful. Quiet. It was like it was well protected from the elements of evil.
But Ian was unsteady.
Because of his blindness, his body adapted quickly. Thus, he hears everything within a 500 meter radius. He sighed as he turned in his bed.
It was unnerving.
He could hear everything that was going on inside the school.
Peeves was annoying Filch again. Hagrid was... Ian groaned. Hagrid was feeding something fresh to a creature he had yet to identified. It was safe to say he lost his appetite because of that. He focused back inside the school. At least it was less gruesome... Ian groaned again in nausea. He heard some of the ghost retelling how they had died. Some of them were interesting, while others.... Lets just say it topped Ian's list of what to be thankful for when being blind.
Even though he had seen death, gore and destruction, hearing about it in detail made him sick. It was not usually like this. There had been a time when he had done far more dastardly deeds and not think about it too much. In fact, he never thought about it at all.
His thoughts ran as his mind wandered. Was he getting soft? In his family they were all prepared to do what is necessary to achieve their goals. But lately, his generation was trying to ignore that rule. There must be limits to a person's willingness to perform certain tasks. Tasks that may one day make him regret.
A loud crash came from the door and Ian suddenly bolted up from his bed holding his ears in pain. His ears rang from the sound and he cursed himself for being careless. His mind wandered and so did his concentration.
And then, silence.
Ian sighed and slumped back on his bed. He took slow breaths to calm himself as he always did in the past week. It took a lot of his concentration to filter out the other sounds and focus it to a radius of twenty feet.
"Alright there Ian?" a voice said. Ian suddenly was up from his bed and pinned his uninvited guest to the floor. He then gasped as he realized his mistake. He got off from his guest and walked around the room. He also realized that his sense of hearing was toned down.
"I'm sorry, Lady Chang," he blushed. "I didn't know... I should have been careful."
"That's alright," Cho stood, groaning with the mild pain she had. "It's my fault, really. I just heard you scream and..."
"I'm very sorry," Ian bowed to the direction of her voice. "I did not hear you come in."
"My fault," he heard the laugh in her voice. "I have invoked a spell that limits your hearing to this room only. Dumbledore's orders." Ian frowned.
"Why did he... oh," he smiled when he understood. "Thank him for me."
"I will," Cho smiled. She turned towards the door but paused. She looked at him sheepishly, not really deciding on whether or not to ask him.
"Ian, can I ask you a personal question?"
"What is it?" he said softly.
"Why did you just scream?" Ian laughed as he massaged his temples.
"I heard a crash from the door. The sound was unbearable."
"Crash?" Cho said confusingly. "I only tapped on your door."
"Oh," Ian blushed as he inched his way towards his bed. "I'm sorry again"
"No problem," she smiled. Just then, an owl perched near his nightstand. Cho looked at it and took the parchment it brought.
"It's for you," she said.
"From whom?" he asked.
"It only says 'Don'," she looked at him inquiringly.
"Can you read it for me?" he asked.
"Are you sure?" Cho looked at the envelope. "It might be something important. You know, for your eyes only type."
"Unfortunately, I do not have the resources to determine that for myself," he said good-naturedly. Cho's eyes widen as she realized what she had said.
"I'm so sorry," she cringed but Ian still smiled.
"Don't be," he said. "Anyway, I trust you enough to be brought into my life." Cho blushed. Did he really trust her that much? She nodded and began to open the envelope.
"Are you sure?" she waited for the final confirmation.
"If I can't trust the lady who saved my life, then I am not worth your attention," he said. Now Cho was having a lot of trouble opening the envelope. Her hands shook when she heard him say those words. Did he fancy her or was she just misinterpreting his words? Why was she affected by it anyway? She finally got the envelope open and read its contents.
"Nine o' clock. Chose personnel," Cho turned the page to see if there was more. "That's all. What does it mean?"
"Lady Chang, I have a small favor to ask," Ian said with a soft voice. "Will you accompany me tomorrow to a meeting? You are one of the few that I trust and I would be... happy if you were there." Cho raised her eyebrow on his request.
"Sure," she smiled although a little confused. She folded the letter and laid it on his nightstand. "I'll go with you."
"Thank you," he sighed in relief. "I really appreciate it."
"Get some rest," Cho smiled as she said it sincerely. "I'll wake you up in the morning. With proper warning, that is." Ian laughed. Cho liked to hear him laugh. He always seemed so serious to her. And she knew he was hiding his true feeling deep within.
As she did when Cedric died.
Cho shook her head and she immediately removed the thought from her mind. Looking at Ian, she smiled.
"See you tomorrow, Ian," she walked towards the door and opened it.
"Good night, my lady," he said as he lay down on the bed.
"Do you like the light on or off," she smacked herself mentally as those words slipped from her mouth. But Ian chuckled and turned towards her direction.
"Off, please." Cho smiled and turned off the lights. Walking out of the room, she smiled in intrigue at the man she saved.
*** ***
"Good morning Harry," Mrs. Weasley greeted as Harry came down the stairs sleepily.
"Good Morning," he smiled. "Where's everybody?"
"Still asleep," Ginny said as she hugged Harry from behind. "How come you're not?"
"Try sleeping with Ron snoring," Harry sighed in grief as he was reminded of Ron's sleeping habits. Harry didn't complain on his snoring, it was the part of his talking in his sleep. And every time, there was only one thing in Ron's mind; Hermione. Really, if his dreams were like that it was a wonder that Harry didn't feel nauseated in the morning. And the dreams Ron was having... he shuddered as he removed the thought from his mind.
"Poor Harry," Ginny said sympathetically as she stroked his head. "You can sleep with me if you want." Harry noted a hint of naughtiness in her voice. He was about to answer when he looked at Mrs. Weasley. She had this stern look that could remove any evil thoughts to the ones she was staring at.
"Why would you think such a thing?" Harry said nervously. But then, Mrs. Weasley laughed.
"I'm sorry Harry," she said in between laughs. "You had this irresistible face when you were nervous. But honestly, Harry. You have my trust and I must admit, if SOMETHING did happen, I'm not going to be miffed if I had a grandchild to take care of."
"MUM!" Ginny blushed the same shade as her hair. All Harry could do was blush with her in embarrassment. Mrs. Weasley laughed again as she placed four sausages on Harry's plate.
"Good morning!" Hermione entered the kitchen giving her future in-laws a big smile. "Ron up yet?" she asked.
"Nope," Harry sighed as he was reminded of his sleep-talking friend. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to go over with some things for the wedding," Hermione said. "But we haven't decided on a place yet."
"What about right here. It would be a lovely garden wedding," a new voice said. All of them looked up only to see that they have gained guests. "I could just picture it. The green leaves of the trees, the fresh scent of the pure world with the blessing from the heavens."
"Good morning," Harry smiled as he got up. "Come in. Breakfast?" Harry offered. The young lad who was their guest sniffed the air and smiled.
"We wouldn't want to intrude," he said.
"We?" Ginny asked as he looked at the man. He looked familiar but his dark sunglasses kept her from seeing his eyes.
"Hi guys," Cho Chang peered through the doorway, smiling.
"Hi Cho," Hermione said as she went to welcome her.
"Hello," Ginny said sheepishly. She knew Harry had a crush on her during his third and fourth years. She didn't know where it still stood.
"Don't worry," Cho smiled at her when she recognized her demeanor. "I'm not going to steal him from you." with that, Ginny blushed and offered her a seat.
"Ian. What are you doing here?" Harry asked curiously.
"Careful now," Cho whispered but everyone heard her. She took his arm and led him inside. Ian sighed and turned her head towards her.
"I'm not made of glass, you know," he smiled. He had a four foot guiding stick that he used to strike the floor with a loud clang. Smiling, he then took Cho's arm and guided HER towards the dining table. He sat her beside Ginny and walked around the table to sit beside Harry. All with out tripping, stopping or breaking anything.
Harry gaped as he stared at him. Ginny and Hermione looked at Harry with a bewildered expression. Mrs. Weasley smiled and place a plate filled with food in front of Cho and Ian before they could refuse.
"Harry," Ginny hissed. "Don't stare."
"You'd stare too if you knew that Ian's blind," Cho smiled at the redhead.
"Blind?" Hermione asked as he looked as him.
"I'll tell you later," Harry said as he noticed the curious looks from the women. "Anyway..."
"Your brother's up," Ian said to Ginny. He was just looking forward but he smiled like he found something amusing. "And he just stubbed his toe on his bed," they all heard Ron's cursing from upstairs. Everyone laughed but was still surprised that Ian could tell them that.
"That was quite a trick," Hermione said as she walked towards the stairs. "I'll just see if he's fine."
"Anyway, Ian," Harry turned his attention back to him. "Why are you here."
"I need you to come with me to the Ministry," Ian said in dead seriousness. "All will be explained there."
"What is it about?" Ginny asked nervously.
"Nothing really," he said. "I need Harry for an assessment in a meeting that's going to take place there."
"I'm coming to," Ginny said in full confidence. But she was surprised to see Ian smile.
"I knew you'd say that. So?" Ian waited.
"All right," Harry said after a while. "I'll go. Can I bring Ron and Hermione?"
"Sure," Ian said. "I was hoping that they..." Ian suddenly frowned and then blushed.
"What is it?" Cho was alarmed at his sudden change of expression.
"Apparently Hermione already forgotten that I could hear everything upstairs," he blushed deeply.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ginny asked. Mrs. Weasley smirked and called her son and Hermione for breakfast.
"As much as I want to, I can still wait," she said as she went about her ways.
"Wait for what?" Cho asked. Ginn and Harry suddenly blushed a deep shade of red.
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"I thought we're going to be late," Ron said as he entered the Ministry office. Hermione was right behind him and tapped his shoulder.
"Relax Ron," she smiled.
"In any case," Ian stepped forward and led them towards their destination. "If you two weren't... distracted, we would be here earlier. Ginny, Harry and Cho stifled a laugh.
"Who are we meeting here anyway?" Harry asked. Ian led them to one of the Ministry's farthest parts and came to stop in front of a double-door.
"We call him the Don," Ian said as he fixed his uniform. He was wearing a dark blue tight fitting jacket that came to his waist. The hem of his trousers barely touched the end of the jacket. Ian fixed his collar and knocked. "He leads every Auror in Europe. You call him Godfather." With that, he opened the door.
The room a barely lit and it had an air of old Italy in it. They entered it and the doors closed but Harry was surprised to see Severus Snape talking to the person behind the desk.
"I'm telling you. If we can't find them they might revive him again," Snape said with his usual Venom. "Your last agent failed and where is he now? Lost!"
"Severus," the voice behind the desk was hoarse but had authority. "You come in here with my good graces and I have listened to your opinions. I respect all of them. What I do not respect is that you insulting one of my best agents. One who I extremely trust. And one who is standing behind you." Snape turned around and noticed for the first time that he was not alone. Smirking, he turned back to the man behind the desk.
"We'll finish this later," he said in a low voice and exited the office. Ian smiled and walked towards the desk.
"You called?" Ian said informally.
"I had heard what had happened from Dumbledore," the man behind the desk sighed and looked at him. "That's why I asked if you to form a team. Are they the ones?" there was a hint of amusement in the man's voice that Harry was familiar with.
"If they are willing," Ian said. The man stood up and went into the light.
Even with his black hair was combed back and his robes were all tidy and formal, Harry recognized the man.
He was the Godfather indeed.
End of 8
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A/n: why aren't I receiving any more reviews? Is this story that bad? I needed input so I would know if I would continue this or finish it short. Thanks anyway.