Here is the next chapter. I am so excited someone got it right! Like almost to the tee! Makes me happy! I can't remember what the 'prize' was though. I'm not going to tell you who got it right though, cuz then you all can go and read the review and know. You can still guess though, because they missed on little thing, and you might be able to get a little closer.
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Chapter 11
The morning of September 1st was the most chaotic I had ever encountered in my 15 years and 10 months of life. Although Hermione and I had made the guys pack two days before they had managed to half way unpack again the 48 hours since.
"God, Harry. Can you not exist without your possessions all around you?" I asked leaning against the doorframe.
"Shut up, Twinkle. I needed things." he said reaching under the bed for a couple of books that had made their way under there, "I swear I didn't put them there," he said looking at me with a sheepish grin.
"Migrating books?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You never know with Hogwarts. Did I tell you about Hagrid's book?"
"Yes, you wrote to me about the injustice of it, remember?"
"Oh, yeah," he chuckled lightly. Stuffing everything in his trunk he dragged it to the door. "Where's your trunk?"
"In the car."
"We're taking a car."
"Apparently."
"Did you see it?"
"No. Remus took my trunk out for me. They are taking luggage out in shifts, to avoid being seen."
Harry nodded and we headed down stairs, him letting his trunk thunk down on every step, he wouldn't let me help him carry it, "I've got it."
"Harry you are going to wake up grandma dearest."
He chuckled, "Let the people here take care of it."
"Your awful." I said humor in my voice.
"Finally Harry," Remus said casting a levating charm on the trunk. He then grabbed both handles so it looked like he was carrying it and took it out the front door. Harry and I went down to the kitchen to see Molly practically shoving food down Ron's throat.
"Mum. I'm fine!" He protested.
"You need to eat, dear."
"I did!"
"Not enough."
"I'm good, thanks." He said exasperated then went up stairs, Hermione followed calling him back.
"Oh Harry, Twinkle. Have some food."
We both filled our plates to keep what happened to Ron from repeating on us.
"That's a good Idea." Kingsley said softly to Harry and I. We both had to take a quick drink from our juice to keep from laughing.
We had about ten minutes to eat before "Come on guys, we are leaving." Remus' voice sounded from the top of the stairs. Harry and I walked up.
"Why are we going so early?"
"We have business to take care of before the train leaves." Tonks, who had bright red hair and green eyes.
"Oh."
We got out of the house about 10 minuets later after saying good bye to every one and listening to Fred and George taunt us about having to go to school. They only shut up after I told them for the 20th time that Harry and I would send them the newest pranks and jokes from Hogsmade.
When I saw the car I squealed, "My Jeep!!"
"Arthur agreed to keep it at the burrow." Remus smiled at me. As we piled in I realized that Remus must have cast the same spell on this car as Arthur did on his, it looked normal on the outside but was very roomy inside. Remus was driving, Tonks was riding shotgun and me, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Harry were in the back.
"I hope this car doesn't fly." Ron mumbled in my ear.
I snickered then turned to Ginny, who was on my other side- although not by choice, "do you reckon this car will fly?" I said under my breath.
"If my dad got a hold of it, it probably does," she said just as quietly making us both laugh.
"Ginny?" I asked.
"hmm?"
"Have I done something to make you mad at me?"
"No," she said a little sadly, "You didn't do anything. I think Dean is going to breakup with me and I've been avoiding people in general, I don't want to bite anyone's head off." she said lowly so Ron wouldn't hear.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's ok. So, I haven't got to talk to you! How are you and Harry?" she asked still keeping her voice low.
"Know what? I'll talk to you on the train, cuz Ron and Hermione have a meeting to go to."
"Sure, but what about Harry?"
"Leave him to me." I murmured softly. Harry, who was on the other side of Ron, leaned across Ron curiously.
"Are you talking about me?"
"Yes, we are talking about what sexy beast you are," I said loudly.
In the front seat Tonks and Remus burst into laughter and Harry looked offended, "I'm not sexy?"
"I decline comment on that, Harry," Remus said with one last laugh.
"You are a stud, Harry," Tonks told him reassuringly.
We were silent the rest of the way to the train station. When we reached kings cross it was a relatively organized process, unloading the people and trunks from the car. What was not organizes was the process of getting us into the station and across the barrier. Once the car pulled to the curb we realized that many members of the order were already positioned to "accompany" us, or mainly Harry, to the train. After a long process we all got through the barrier with Remus and Tonks, unscathed - mostly.
Remus healed the cuts that Ginny and I had gotten, although we still weren't sure how, then I threw my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He took a small step back from the momentum of me flying into him.
"Whoa, Daughter, what's this for?" he asked holding me just as tight.
"I'm going to miss you." I said my voice muffled as it was buried in his chest.
"Nonsense. You will not miss me a mite. Now go get on the train. I'll see you later, aright?"
"But I will miss you." I told him noticing that the others had already got on the train. That was quite surprising, Harry -for one- I knew, would want to say goodbye to Remus. Maybe they didn't really care, but I did. I climbed angrily on to the train and searched for Harry and Ginny. For how early we were, 15 minuets, the train was quite full.
I finally found them in one of the back compartments with a boy who looked like he had been quite timid but had recently discovered he wasn't and wasn't quite sure how to act. Don't ask how I knew, I was just good at reading people.
"Hey twinkle." Harry said causality not looking up from his game of chess he was playing with Ginny. Shrugging I decided to yell at him later, when we were alone. I sat down next to the used-to-be-timid boy.
He turned to me and held out his hand, "I'm Neville Longbottom, what's your name."
"Crescent Black, nice to meet you." I said shaking his hand. He brow narrowed at the name, "My father was Sirius Black." I clarified.
He nodded, "Nice to meet you. Can I ask you a question"
I sighed, I knew this was coming, "Shoot." He raised an eyebrow, "Go ahead," I translated.
"Shoot? Anyway, you're kind of old for a first year, aren't you?"
"I'm not. I'm a 6th year."
"Huh?"
"My step-father wouldn't let me go. I didn't know why until I found out who my father was, but Dumbledore let me study by owl so I was technically learning with you."
"I won!" Ginny exclaimed sticking her tongue out at Harry. Harry mumbled something under his breath and Ginny raised an eyebrow, "what was that, Harry?"
"Nothing," he said softly then looked at me, "Twink? Have you met Neville?"
"We're old friends," I said, "We go way back to 10 minuets ago." Since we had been talking the train had begun to move. Harry chuckled at me.
"I see. I must inform you, Neville, while gorgeous, Miss. Black is taken." Harry said with mock seriousness.
"Really now? By whom?" Neville asked going over and joining Harry and Ginny in a game of exploding snap.
"Me, of course."
"Dose she know it?" Neville asked giving me a cheesy wink, making everyone laugh.
"Yes." I answered.
"Well damn. I was just about to snog you senseless."
"We'll do that later, when Harry isn't around."
"I can hear you, you know." Harry said.
"First Quidditch match good for you?" Neville asked in a loud whisper.
"Now, guys. You are hurting Harry's ego." Ginny interrupted. We laughed again and they set about playing.
I curled up in the seat and watched the passing scenery. It was so beautiful. About an hour later they had gotten board of their previous game and were now talking about how they spent their summer. The compartment door slid open and Ron and Hermione came in. Ron and Harry immediately set up a game of chess and were talking quietly about something. Hermione sat next to me and I tore my gaze from the country side to look at Hermione. She looked a little concerned.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"
"You're crying."
I touched my cheek to find it wet, "Well hell, I didn't even know." she chuckled and handed me a hanky.
"The guys will be busy for a while now." She sighed as she watched the three boys around the chess board.
"Don't worry about it." as I said that the compartment door slid open again and a blonde boy came in with lackeys on either side of him came in. Harry's eyes narrowed, "Malfoy."
"Potty, Weasels, mudblood," he drawled not even acknowledging Neville or I. Then suddenly he turned to me, "And you are?"
I had to bite my tongue from saying, 'Bond. James Bond.' Somehow I didn't think he would get the joke, so I settled on saying my name in the same way, "Black. Crescent Black."
His eyes narrowed at the name, "Black, huh? What are you doing handing around with these scum? We're family, you and I." He said coolly.
"So are Ron and I, so does that make you part scum?" I asked surprised I was related to this jerk.
"I'd watch what you say, Black."
"And I'd watch who you threaten, Malfoy." Harry said lowly. He, Ron and Neville had stood up.
Malfoy sneered, "We'll talk again, Black." He turned and left, followed by his lackeys.
"What a git." Hermione mumbled to me. Before I turned back to the window I saw Harry shoot Hermione a questioning glance. I could feel Hermione shrug. She got up and Harry took her place, sliding an arm around my shoulders.
"You ok, luv? Did Malfoy upset you?" He whispered in my ear.
"I'm not some delicate little thing Harry. I'm just not in a good mood."
"Why not?"
"Do you really want me to yell at you in front of your friends?" I asked quietly.
"What did I do?" He asked, worried. I raised an eyebrow asking him silently if he really wanted me to get into it. "Ok, maybe later." He leaned in to kiss me and I turned my head so his lips fell on my cheek.
"Oh, burned." Ron said.
"Shut up." Hermione said at the same time. Harry and I laughed at them.
I laid my head on Harry's shoulder and he held me tightly, possessively, as I drifted to sleep.
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I woke up stretched out on the seat, Ron and Hermione were leaning on each other sleeping, Ginny was asleep next to them and Neville was snoring softly on the floor. Sitting up I looked around for Harry, but he was nowhere to be found. As I stood up to go look for him the compartment door slid open and Harry stepped in.
"God, Harry! Don't do that to me!" I whispered harshly.
"What did I do?"
"I was worried. Where were you?"
"In the bathroom." I knew he was lying but didn't push it.
"Why didn't you wait?"
"Believe me I did, but Twink, you were sleeping for 2 hours. I couldn't hold it any longer."
I laughed, ok he went to the bathroom, but that's not the only place. I leaned over and stretched, in what was a very canine manner, even I saw that. "How much longer?"
"I talked to Seamus and he had just talked to the conductor who said three hours."
"Holy monkey!"
He looked at me weird, "Excuse me?"
I shook my head with a chuckle, "Something my and Jamesy used to say."
"Are you still tired?"
"No."
"Are you still mad?" He pulled my hand to him and started kissing the inside of my arm. I shivered softly and he grinned, "Do you like that?" he whispered against my skin.
"Very much." He kissed my hand then let it fall.
"So, are you still mad."
"I'm upset, yeah."
"Why?"
"Because you didn't even bother to say good bye to Remus."
"You're mad at me for that? He asked us not to." He had an expression like the cat that ate the canary.
"What?"
"Nothing." He kissed me softly.
"We are waking up now, so before we open out eyes please conclude your snogging." Ron said. We laughed.
"We have concluded our snogging, Ron. Feel free to open your eyes anytime now." I said.
Hermione giggled, "We didn't want to see anything we shouldn't."
"Well thank God you warned us. Otherwise Twinkle wouldn't have had enough time to put she shirt back on." Harry said.
"I wouldn't be complaining," Neville said sitting up.
"I told you she was taken." Harry said with mock seriousness.
"That doesn't mean I cant look." Neville said with another cheesy wink to let me know he was kidding.
Harry and Ron set up a game of chess on the other side of the compartment, giving me, Hermione and Ginny time to talk.
"So, how's things with you and Harry?" Ginny asked impatiently.
I smiled, "Good."
"Just good, Twink? I think more." Hermione said softly.
"I like him so much, I just don't know how much he likes me." I looked away.
"I can tell you that, easily. That boy is head over heals."
"Hermione we just started going out, hell we haven't even gone out. He can't be head over heals." I said doubtfully.
"Twinkle, you've known each other for a year. He's been in love with you since last Christmas. Sometimes I think it was a good idea on Sirius' part to follow you around with mistletoe." Ginny said with a laugh.
"How come I'm the only one who didn't know he was doing that?" I asked a little confused.
"Harry still doesn't know. Sirius was very sneaky, you know."
"I know too well." I said thinking about the time last summer when Harry and I had been cuddling in the library to have Sirius sneak up on us and scare us out of our wits. Harry wouldn't look me in the eye for a day. "Harry can't love me." I said again.
"Like you don't love him," Ginny said sarcastically.
"I don't!" I said a little too forcefully.
"I knew it!"
"Shut up, Hermione. I don't ok? It's too soon, plus were only 16."
"So it doesn't matter when you are made for each other," Ginny said dreamily, "Oh it's all so romantic."
"What the hell have you been smoking, Ginny? We are 16 not 20."
"My parents were 16 when they met." Hermione said.
"What do you want me to say?"
"That you love him."
"I'm not sure if I do or not."
"Is it a possibility?" Ginny asked lowly.
"I guess." As I said that a group of girls walked by the compartment and I saw a pretty oriental girl look in. I watched as her gaze fell on Harry and her face lit up. Unbeknownst to me a low growl escaped my throat.
Hermione and Ginny followed my gaze and Hermione laughed, "Heel, Crescent."
The humorous nature of the comment broke the 'spell' and I laughed as the pretty girl and some of her friends came into the compartment.
"Hi guys, Harry." The pretty girl said.
"Hi Cho." Harry said. Everyone echoed. So this was Cho. Both Harry and Hermione wrote to me about her, although they had very different things to say. Harry told me she was a crazy hysterical girl and Hermione said she was sweet. She kept glancing at me in what she though was a sly manner. My guess was that this girl was not a Slytherin.
"Oh, Cho, this is Crescent." Harry said. The absence of the title girlfriends screamed through the compartment, to all our friends. They started edging toward the door wanting to leave as soon as Cho and her friends did to avoid the fall out they knew was coming. Even Cho sensed the tension in the air and she had no clue why.
"Well Harry, I'll talk to you later, ok?"
"'Bye."
She turned and left with her friends and Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville followed. As the door closed Hermione murmured what I figured was a silencing charm.
"Where did they all go?" Harry asked me confused.
"You're friends are nice, they don't want to listen to you get yelled at," I said calmly.
"Are you going to yell at me?" He asked hesitantly.
"Do you see anyone else?"
"What did I do?"
"Think, Harry. It's not to hard to figure out."
"I talked to Cho?"
"Yes Harry that's it! I am going to stop you from talking to people!"
"I haven't done anything else."
"You have one more guess."
"Is this still about Remus?"
"Wrong again!"
"I don't know."
"How stupid are you!?"
"Calling me names isn't going to help!" he said getting angry. I remembered what Remus said about pushing buttons so I backed off a little.
"I cannot believe that you were so quick to call yourself my boyfriend when you met Mrs. Fields but when an ex-girlfriend shows up you can't tell her I was your girlfriend!" I exclaimed angrily. I really hoped that what Hermione did was a silencing charm because if not the compartments around us were getting an earful.
"Is that what this is about?"
"No just thought it could be a discussion point." I said in a way that would have made Snape proud.
"Damn it Crescent, don't to that!" He exclaimed.
"Well Harry, dear, if I tell you what's the matter don't ask if that's the problem! It usually is!! Now let me spell it out for the both of us, ok? I am sitting here wondering why you can't tell this Cho girl that I'm yours, you're mine." I said starting out loud but my voice dropping dangerously towards the end of the last sentence.
"It didn't seem relevant at the time," he said hesitantly.
"RELEVENT!?!? God Harry, it's ALWAYS relevant to introduce your new girlfriend as such to an old girlfriend!" I exclaimed no longer even trying to keep my voice down. I'm not so good at holding in the anger.
"She was never my girlfriend, in the first place. Plus I don't like her anyway."
"She likes you, Harry. That's more than enough reason to let her know you are taken."
"I will! The next time I see here, I swear." He was desperately trying to pacify me. Probably didn't see Hermione cast the silencing charm.
"Don't worry about that, you might not be taken then," I growled dangerously.
"Twink! Don't sat that!" He cried surprised.
"You obviously don't think I'm worthy enough to be your girlfriend, why let others think the same thing." I said coolly sitting far away from him.
"Don't do that, Twink. You know I don't think that."
"Actions speak louder than words." I mumbled.
"No." He sat next to me and took my hand in his, "I wasn't thinking about anything that was going on. I was thinking about the game. I swear that seems like a lame excuse but it's true. It didn't even register that it was Cho. And trust me if I introduced you as Twink I would have said you were my girlfriend. I have a hard time connecting Crescent and Twinkle."
"You and everyone else." I said softly, finding it hard to stay mad at Harry. This could be a problem. What if he did something really stupid and I couldn't stay mad at him? I hope he doesn't find out he's my weakness.
"I really am sorry," Harry murmured knowing my anger was subsiding and wanting to keep it that way.
"I just don't understand how you can be so quick to tell people I know but not people you know."
"It's not that. If you want me to I will stand on the table tonight at the feast and tell the whole school."
I laughed picturing that in my head, "no, that's not necessary. You are forgiven." He leaned in to kiss me but I moved away. "I don't want to kiss you, right now."
"I thought you said I was forgiven."
"You are. I just don't want to kiss you right now."
We sat there in silence for a few minuets when the door opened and Hermione stuck her head in, "can we come in?"
"Yeah."
"Is everything ok?" Neville asked as they piled back in the cabin.
"Mm Hmm." Harry said offhandedly sitting at the other window. We both stared out our windows letting them know we didn't want to talk about it.
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Thanks you guys for all the guesses! Although this chapter really has nothing to do with the question, the next will give you more clues. I think by chapter 13 you, as the reader, will know what is going on. Although if you are putting yourself as Crescent (not my fault) she won't know yet.
All of you are pleading for Snape not to be the father and I assure you he is not. Could he be related in another way? Possibility. Could there be no relation? Maybe.