Thanks to my reviewers:
Anonymous: Sorry that I kind of portrayed them in that way, I'll try to stitch that up. Let's just say... Harry got a bit carried away in his first battle. I didn't mean to make every one sound like 'weak mortals' but... guess I got a bit carried away in this chapter. I didn't mean to make Rosie and Harry sound like Voldie, but I guess the message I was trying to get across was, yes they are working for the light side, but Rosie and Harry just... play by their own rules, so to speak. And the bit where Rosie calls the Death Eaters 'Weak Mortals', I was trying only to make her sound encouraging when she says to Harry that they have to kill all the Death Eaters. Because Harry was a little doubtful that they could kill them all so... oh well. I'll try and work on Harry getting his temper under control, and I'll try and get Rosie to redeem herself in the chapter. Sorry again! But thanks for the advice.
jeangab057: Thanks for the review! I'll make Moody a bit less paranoid in later chapters. Glad you like it!
eriee: Well... glad you like the story and thanks for the review!
Here we go!
Chapter Eight:
There was a stunned silence in the room when they had finished.
"Woah..." muttered Ron.
"So you're saying... that you took down one hundred and nineteen Death Eaters... all by yourselves?"
Harry nodded.
Harry...
Came Rosie's voice hesitantly in his mind.
Remember what I said yesterday...
# Well, you said a lot of things yesterday, #
No, that bit just before the battle... and I was going on about the fact that it will be easy to kill the Death Eaters because they're weak mortals and all that junk?
# ... Yeah... #
Well... I kind of got a bit carried away... it's not true at all. I sounded a bit like Voldemort when I said that... I'm sorry... just forget I said it...
Harry nodded.
# And you really have to teach me how to get my temper under control... why the hell did I get that pissed off? #
I need to talk to you about something, we're going to my room,
Rosie hauled him out of the bedroom.
"Ready?" she asked, holding the locket in her palm.
He nodded.
He would never get used to that form of transportation.
"Honestly, can't we get here another way?"
Rosie shook her head.
"Take a seat."
Harry sat nervously on the edge of his seat, wondering what on earth could be so bad.
"Harry... the reason you and I have these powers..."
She sighed and twiddled her thumbs nervously.
"There are five main realms," she explained slowly. "There is this realm, Earth. There is our realm, called Silontian. There is... well, hell, the Underworld, whatever you want to call it. There is the realm of the Dead, where people go once they have passed on..."
She paused.
"And there is one other realm. The realm where these powers that we hold have come from. When we die... we will not go to the realm of the Dead. We will go to this realm. This is the realm of Gods... the ones that rule over everything..."
At Harry's stricken face she chuckled. "No, we are not Gods."
Harry visibly relaxed.
"But we were given these powers because we have to have these powers. It is fate. When we we're given these powers... There is something inside of us. Something not exactly... angelic. If we don't learn to take it under control, there could be bad results. That is why I said that about 'weak mortals'. I... got carried away. The thing that's inside of us is the... Voldemort inside of us. The one that thinks, 'we are powerful, mortals are weak...' yada yada yada."
"So, basically, there's something inside of us that is like Voldemort? That thinks everything else is weak and wants every one to know we are strong and to be afraid of us? There is a Voldemort inside of us?"
Rosie nodded. "Exactly."
"Freaky..."
Rosie nodded again. "You got angry because the Death Eater called you weak. We have to learn to control that. We are not fighting because we want them to be afraid of us, or so that they know we are strong, we are fighting because this is a war."
Harry frowned. "How do we keep it under control?"
Rosie smirked. "Snape."
"Sorry?"
"Snape. You know? Never shows emotions. Never smiles-"
When she saw Harry about to protest she cut in.
"I'm not saying we have to be depressing and junk. Of course we can smile, of course we can have fun... Just saying, we have to learn to keep our emotions under control. I do believe Snape put it in a fabulous way to you last year: 'Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily – weak people, in other words'"
"How did you know he said that to me?"
She merely grinned and tapped her left temple.
"So you're saying we should take the advice of Snape?"
My father...
"Actually, yes."
Harry nodded.
"How, though? I mean, how do we keep our emotions under control?" asked Harry, his brow furrowed.
"I... don't really know..." said Rosie, blushing slightly.
"That's helpful,"
"Maybe you could ask Snape?" asked Rosie quickly. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt."
"Yeah? What would I say? 'Excuse me, Professor, but I was wondering how you learn to be all grumpy and emotionless.'"
"No! Just ask him how he learnt to keep his emotions under control!"
"Why don't you ask him?"
"He's you're father!"
There was a stunned silence.
Rosie clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at Harry with wide eyes.
"Oh, Harry I'm so sorry-"
"How did you find out?"
"I-It was an accident, I swear, It was that night when you burnt that room... your birthday, a-and you were so upset... and I-I know you said y-you didn't want to tell me... b-but, I was so worried about you, H-Harry! A-and you were broadcasting your thoughts really loudly to m-me... a-and I wanted t-to find out what w-was wrong so I read y-your thoughts! Oh, Harry..."
Tears were streaming down Rosie's face. "I'm sorry..." she whispered again.
She threw her arms around Harry, catching him in a tight embrace.
Harry didn't mind... he knew she was just worried about him...
But it felt so nice to be held... to know someone actually cared...
Harry wrapped his arms around Rosie.
"I-I'm sorry..." she whispered again.
"Doesn't matter..." Harry whispered back.
She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asked him.
Slowly, Harry nodded, enjoying the hug.
She sniffed. "Nice to have a family, huh?"
Harry nodded.
"Are you getting along?"
Harry, again, nodded.
"Have you tried being a family?"
Harry pondered this. Had they? They were on speaking terms... but had they actually tried to be a family?
Harry ran his fingers through Rosie's golden hair, enjoying the feel of it.
"Dunno..." he said thickly.
"Mmm... It'll just take time..."
Harry nodded. "Thanks," he said.
Rosie sat up slowly, leaving the embrace.
"For what?"
"For caring,"
She smiled at him.
"Feeling better?"
Harry nodded, and returned the smile.
"Come on." Said Rosie quietly, taking his hand.
She sniffed again, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
She giggled shakily. "Being silly," she murmured to herself.
"Okay, Harry..." she said quietly, holding the locket again. "You ready? Good, let's go."
They appeared back outside the door. The twins and Ginny came out soon after.
"Hey, we saw you leave, where were you going?" asked Fred suspiciously.
Harry shrugged indifferently. "Just going down to the kitchen."
They nodded. "Okay, well, we're just going to talk to mum... do you know where she is?"
Harry opened his mouth, about to say 'the kitchen', but Rosie beat him to it.
"Thought I saw her go upstairs," said Rosie quickly, "Didn't we see her go upstairs Harry?" she asked, a hint of warning in her tone.
"Oh... um... yeah, right up those stairs... just there... she goes... up... stairs..." he trailed off pathetically. Ginny rose an eyebrow.
"Right..." she said slowly. "Well..." she glanced between the two of them, suspicion evident in her eyes. "We'll see you round. Won't we, Fred, George..."
The twins nodded. With one last suspicious glance in their direction, they left. Rosie whacked him round the head.
"Great lying, Harry,"
"Why did we see her go up the stairs again?"
"Because, dumb ass," she said silkily. "She is in the kitchen. Therefor, they would have gone into the kitchen to speak with her. And seeing as we said we were going into the kitchen, we would have had to have gone with them."
"Oh..." said Harry, as comprehension dawned in his eyes.
Rosie groaned in frustration.
All nice feelings from the hug gone.
Harry felt a strange sense of loss when she had let go of him...
Oh shit...
He didn't like her like that...
No...
He couldn't...
Not possible...
Harry groaned. "This is so inconvenient..." he muttered.
"What's inconvenient?" asked Rosie.
"Nothing," said Harry quickly.
Much too quickly.
"Let's go in," he said, motioning to the door.
Rosie nodded.
Quite a sight met them.
Hermione and Ron were...
They were...
Kissing...
Harry cleared his throat loudly.
They flew apart in a second, Ron jumped back so far he bumped into the wall.
"Really..." said Rosie smoothly. "Is that quite appropriate?"
Hermione was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"It's quite a funny story, really..." she laughed shakily.
"You see... um..." she glanced at Ron. "We were... playing... chess..." She motioned to the chessboard that was lying on the ground, chess pieces scattered everywhere.
"And... Ron lent forward to make a move-" At Harry's raised eyebrow she stifled a scream.
"No! No, not that kind of move! A-A chess move!"
Rosie snorted. "Yeah right,"
"A-And... ummm..." she struggled to find the actual reason that they ended up kissing.
"'Mione," said Harry slowly. "Don't even try to get yourself out of this one."
Hermione blushed.
Harry glanced over to where Ron had been before. Hermione followed his gaze. Ron was no where to be seen.
"See!" she cried, pointing at the place Ron was before. "See! He's not even here!"
"Ron," said Rosie, rolling her eyes. "Get out from under the bed."
"Hey, you lot! Mum wasn't upstairs-" George frowned. "What's going on here?"
Harry grinned and opened his mouth. Ron dove out from under the bed, crying, "NO!" as he lunged toward Harry, and clamped his hand over Harry's mouth.
"What's going on?" asked Ginny again.
Rosie grinned. "Hermione and Ron were-"
But this time it was Hermione who clamped a hand over Rosie's mouth.
Now they were really interested.
"Tell us!" They cried.
"T-There is nothing to tell!" cried Hermione shrilly.
"Then take your hand off their mouths, and let's here that for ourselves," said Fred.
Ron shook his head. "They'll just make something up." He said defiantly.
"Nothings true, absolutely nothing." Hermione chimed in.
Snape appeared at the doorway.
"Your mother says that it is time for lunch." He raised his eyebrow. "What is going on here?"
"Rosie and Harry want to tell us something about Ron and Hermione, but they won't let them tell us," said George, grinning at Snape.
Harry pulled away from Ron's grasp. He was free.
"Harry," ground out Ron in his deadliest tone. "Don't you dare tell them. ESPECIALLY with Professor Snape here."
Harry glanced at Snape, Snape smirked and nodded, and Ginny said, "Go on Harry, tell us!"
"Hermione and Ron were kissing-"
Ron roared and lunged at Harry, while Hermione screamed and bolted past Snape out of the room. Ginny, Fred and George were in stitches.
"Y-You kissed Hermione!" gasped Fred, tears coming from his eyes. "Ickle Ronniekins is growing up!"
Snape was standing in the doorway, watching the scene with interest.
Ron had pinned Harry to the floor.
"You..." growled Ron, holding a laughing Harry to the ground. "You told them! With Professor Snape here as well!"
Harry seemed unfazed by Ron. He was in hysterics.
"What on earth is going on here?" yelled Lupin over the laughing.
Even better.
Tonks, Lupin and McGonagall were all here.
Nothing quite like humiliating your best friend, eh?
"Don't you dare," said Ron, still holding Harry to the ground. "Don't you dare tell them, Potter!"
"They'll find out anyway," said Snape silkily.
"Hermione and Ron were kissing." Harry said quickly.
This was so fun!
This sent every one into a fresh bout of hysterics.
"No!" cried Ron in despair.
Lupin was fighting to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.
McGonagall allowed a small smile on her face.
Tonks had joined Ginny, Fred and George, all rolling around on the floor in hysterics.
"George!" called Harry. "You owe me a galleon!"
"Oh yeah... I'll get it for you later,"
"Wait a sec," said Ron, eyes wide. "You were betting on me?"
Harry nodded, grinning. "We've been betting since fourth year." He explained. "I made a bet with George that you'd get together by this summer."
"And Tonks, you owe me two galleons," piped up Ginny.
Ron looked stricken. "How many people have been betting?"
George shrugged. "About half the people in Gryffindor Tower, Tonks here has been betting, Professor Lupin made one bet with McGonagall-"
"What!"
"Well," said McGonagall, crossing her arms. "You were being painfully obvious, you know, so we decided to make the best out of the situation. About time, I say."
"Plus, I won the bet!" said Lupin cheerfully.
Ron shook his head. "I can't believe it... I don't want to believe it..."
"Believe it, mate," said Rosie. "Oh, and Fred, you owe me a galleon."
"You! But – You haven't – You've only – You only got here a couple of days ago!"
Rosie grinned. "So? I've got a galleon!"
Ron groaned, "I can't believe this is happening to me..." Then he spotted Harry.
"You..." He growled. "This is all your fault!" He poked Harry in the chest with his finger.
"If you hadn't said anything-"
Poke
"-then no one would have found out!"
Poke
"It's all your fault!"
Poke, poke.
"Ooh!" said Tonks suddenly, beaming. "I just remembered, Dumbledore now owes me ten galleons!"
AN: Weird chapter, I know! I kind of wanted to introduce the new pair. And I couldn't work out how to do it, so I settled with this. Please review!
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Anonymous: Sorry that I kind of portrayed them in that way, I'll try to stitch that up. Let's just say... Harry got a bit carried away in his first battle. I didn't mean to make every one sound like 'weak mortals' but... guess I got a bit carried away in this chapter. I didn't mean to make Rosie and Harry sound like Voldie, but I guess the message I was trying to get across was, yes they are working for the light side, but Rosie and Harry just... play by their own rules, so to speak. And the bit where Rosie calls the Death Eaters 'Weak Mortals', I was trying only to make her sound encouraging when she says to Harry that they have to kill all the Death Eaters. Because Harry was a little doubtful that they could kill them all so... oh well. I'll try and work on Harry getting his temper under control, and I'll try and get Rosie to redeem herself in the chapter. Sorry again! But thanks for the advice.
jeangab057: Thanks for the review! I'll make Moody a bit less paranoid in later chapters. Glad you like it!
eriee: Well... glad you like the story and thanks for the review!
Here we go!
Chapter Eight:
There was a stunned silence in the room when they had finished.
"Woah..." muttered Ron.
"So you're saying... that you took down one hundred and nineteen Death Eaters... all by yourselves?"
Harry nodded.
Harry...
Came Rosie's voice hesitantly in his mind.
Remember what I said yesterday...
# Well, you said a lot of things yesterday, #
No, that bit just before the battle... and I was going on about the fact that it will be easy to kill the Death Eaters because they're weak mortals and all that junk?
# ... Yeah... #
Well... I kind of got a bit carried away... it's not true at all. I sounded a bit like Voldemort when I said that... I'm sorry... just forget I said it...
Harry nodded.
# And you really have to teach me how to get my temper under control... why the hell did I get that pissed off? #
I need to talk to you about something, we're going to my room,
Rosie hauled him out of the bedroom.
"Ready?" she asked, holding the locket in her palm.
He nodded.
He would never get used to that form of transportation.
"Honestly, can't we get here another way?"
Rosie shook her head.
"Take a seat."
Harry sat nervously on the edge of his seat, wondering what on earth could be so bad.
"Harry... the reason you and I have these powers..."
She sighed and twiddled her thumbs nervously.
"There are five main realms," she explained slowly. "There is this realm, Earth. There is our realm, called Silontian. There is... well, hell, the Underworld, whatever you want to call it. There is the realm of the Dead, where people go once they have passed on..."
She paused.
"And there is one other realm. The realm where these powers that we hold have come from. When we die... we will not go to the realm of the Dead. We will go to this realm. This is the realm of Gods... the ones that rule over everything..."
At Harry's stricken face she chuckled. "No, we are not Gods."
Harry visibly relaxed.
"But we were given these powers because we have to have these powers. It is fate. When we we're given these powers... There is something inside of us. Something not exactly... angelic. If we don't learn to take it under control, there could be bad results. That is why I said that about 'weak mortals'. I... got carried away. The thing that's inside of us is the... Voldemort inside of us. The one that thinks, 'we are powerful, mortals are weak...' yada yada yada."
"So, basically, there's something inside of us that is like Voldemort? That thinks everything else is weak and wants every one to know we are strong and to be afraid of us? There is a Voldemort inside of us?"
Rosie nodded. "Exactly."
"Freaky..."
Rosie nodded again. "You got angry because the Death Eater called you weak. We have to learn to control that. We are not fighting because we want them to be afraid of us, or so that they know we are strong, we are fighting because this is a war."
Harry frowned. "How do we keep it under control?"
Rosie smirked. "Snape."
"Sorry?"
"Snape. You know? Never shows emotions. Never smiles-"
When she saw Harry about to protest she cut in.
"I'm not saying we have to be depressing and junk. Of course we can smile, of course we can have fun... Just saying, we have to learn to keep our emotions under control. I do believe Snape put it in a fabulous way to you last year: 'Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily – weak people, in other words'"
"How did you know he said that to me?"
She merely grinned and tapped her left temple.
"So you're saying we should take the advice of Snape?"
My father...
"Actually, yes."
Harry nodded.
"How, though? I mean, how do we keep our emotions under control?" asked Harry, his brow furrowed.
"I... don't really know..." said Rosie, blushing slightly.
"That's helpful,"
"Maybe you could ask Snape?" asked Rosie quickly. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt."
"Yeah? What would I say? 'Excuse me, Professor, but I was wondering how you learn to be all grumpy and emotionless.'"
"No! Just ask him how he learnt to keep his emotions under control!"
"Why don't you ask him?"
"He's you're father!"
There was a stunned silence.
Rosie clapped a hand over her mouth, staring at Harry with wide eyes.
"Oh, Harry I'm so sorry-"
"How did you find out?"
"I-It was an accident, I swear, It was that night when you burnt that room... your birthday, a-and you were so upset... and I-I know you said y-you didn't want to tell me... b-but, I was so worried about you, H-Harry! A-and you were broadcasting your thoughts really loudly to m-me... a-and I wanted t-to find out what w-was wrong so I read y-your thoughts! Oh, Harry..."
Tears were streaming down Rosie's face. "I'm sorry..." she whispered again.
She threw her arms around Harry, catching him in a tight embrace.
Harry didn't mind... he knew she was just worried about him...
But it felt so nice to be held... to know someone actually cared...
Harry wrapped his arms around Rosie.
"I-I'm sorry..." she whispered again.
"Doesn't matter..." Harry whispered back.
She rested her head on his shoulder.
"Wanna talk about it?" she asked him.
Slowly, Harry nodded, enjoying the hug.
She sniffed. "Nice to have a family, huh?"
Harry nodded.
"Are you getting along?"
Harry, again, nodded.
"Have you tried being a family?"
Harry pondered this. Had they? They were on speaking terms... but had they actually tried to be a family?
Harry ran his fingers through Rosie's golden hair, enjoying the feel of it.
"Dunno..." he said thickly.
"Mmm... It'll just take time..."
Harry nodded. "Thanks," he said.
Rosie sat up slowly, leaving the embrace.
"For what?"
"For caring,"
She smiled at him.
"Feeling better?"
Harry nodded, and returned the smile.
"Come on." Said Rosie quietly, taking his hand.
She sniffed again, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
She giggled shakily. "Being silly," she murmured to herself.
"Okay, Harry..." she said quietly, holding the locket again. "You ready? Good, let's go."
They appeared back outside the door. The twins and Ginny came out soon after.
"Hey, we saw you leave, where were you going?" asked Fred suspiciously.
Harry shrugged indifferently. "Just going down to the kitchen."
They nodded. "Okay, well, we're just going to talk to mum... do you know where she is?"
Harry opened his mouth, about to say 'the kitchen', but Rosie beat him to it.
"Thought I saw her go upstairs," said Rosie quickly, "Didn't we see her go upstairs Harry?" she asked, a hint of warning in her tone.
"Oh... um... yeah, right up those stairs... just there... she goes... up... stairs..." he trailed off pathetically. Ginny rose an eyebrow.
"Right..." she said slowly. "Well..." she glanced between the two of them, suspicion evident in her eyes. "We'll see you round. Won't we, Fred, George..."
The twins nodded. With one last suspicious glance in their direction, they left. Rosie whacked him round the head.
"Great lying, Harry,"
"Why did we see her go up the stairs again?"
"Because, dumb ass," she said silkily. "She is in the kitchen. Therefor, they would have gone into the kitchen to speak with her. And seeing as we said we were going into the kitchen, we would have had to have gone with them."
"Oh..." said Harry, as comprehension dawned in his eyes.
Rosie groaned in frustration.
All nice feelings from the hug gone.
Harry felt a strange sense of loss when she had let go of him...
Oh shit...
He didn't like her like that...
No...
He couldn't...
Not possible...
Harry groaned. "This is so inconvenient..." he muttered.
"What's inconvenient?" asked Rosie.
"Nothing," said Harry quickly.
Much too quickly.
"Let's go in," he said, motioning to the door.
Rosie nodded.
Quite a sight met them.
Hermione and Ron were...
They were...
Kissing...
Harry cleared his throat loudly.
They flew apart in a second, Ron jumped back so far he bumped into the wall.
"Really..." said Rosie smoothly. "Is that quite appropriate?"
Hermione was wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"It's quite a funny story, really..." she laughed shakily.
"You see... um..." she glanced at Ron. "We were... playing... chess..." She motioned to the chessboard that was lying on the ground, chess pieces scattered everywhere.
"And... Ron lent forward to make a move-" At Harry's raised eyebrow she stifled a scream.
"No! No, not that kind of move! A-A chess move!"
Rosie snorted. "Yeah right,"
"A-And... ummm..." she struggled to find the actual reason that they ended up kissing.
"'Mione," said Harry slowly. "Don't even try to get yourself out of this one."
Hermione blushed.
Harry glanced over to where Ron had been before. Hermione followed his gaze. Ron was no where to be seen.
"See!" she cried, pointing at the place Ron was before. "See! He's not even here!"
"Ron," said Rosie, rolling her eyes. "Get out from under the bed."
"Hey, you lot! Mum wasn't upstairs-" George frowned. "What's going on here?"
Harry grinned and opened his mouth. Ron dove out from under the bed, crying, "NO!" as he lunged toward Harry, and clamped his hand over Harry's mouth.
"What's going on?" asked Ginny again.
Rosie grinned. "Hermione and Ron were-"
But this time it was Hermione who clamped a hand over Rosie's mouth.
Now they were really interested.
"Tell us!" They cried.
"T-There is nothing to tell!" cried Hermione shrilly.
"Then take your hand off their mouths, and let's here that for ourselves," said Fred.
Ron shook his head. "They'll just make something up." He said defiantly.
"Nothings true, absolutely nothing." Hermione chimed in.
Snape appeared at the doorway.
"Your mother says that it is time for lunch." He raised his eyebrow. "What is going on here?"
"Rosie and Harry want to tell us something about Ron and Hermione, but they won't let them tell us," said George, grinning at Snape.
Harry pulled away from Ron's grasp. He was free.
"Harry," ground out Ron in his deadliest tone. "Don't you dare tell them. ESPECIALLY with Professor Snape here."
Harry glanced at Snape, Snape smirked and nodded, and Ginny said, "Go on Harry, tell us!"
"Hermione and Ron were kissing-"
Ron roared and lunged at Harry, while Hermione screamed and bolted past Snape out of the room. Ginny, Fred and George were in stitches.
"Y-You kissed Hermione!" gasped Fred, tears coming from his eyes. "Ickle Ronniekins is growing up!"
Snape was standing in the doorway, watching the scene with interest.
Ron had pinned Harry to the floor.
"You..." growled Ron, holding a laughing Harry to the ground. "You told them! With Professor Snape here as well!"
Harry seemed unfazed by Ron. He was in hysterics.
"What on earth is going on here?" yelled Lupin over the laughing.
Even better.
Tonks, Lupin and McGonagall were all here.
Nothing quite like humiliating your best friend, eh?
"Don't you dare," said Ron, still holding Harry to the ground. "Don't you dare tell them, Potter!"
"They'll find out anyway," said Snape silkily.
"Hermione and Ron were kissing." Harry said quickly.
This was so fun!
This sent every one into a fresh bout of hysterics.
"No!" cried Ron in despair.
Lupin was fighting to keep a straight face, but failing miserably.
McGonagall allowed a small smile on her face.
Tonks had joined Ginny, Fred and George, all rolling around on the floor in hysterics.
"George!" called Harry. "You owe me a galleon!"
"Oh yeah... I'll get it for you later,"
"Wait a sec," said Ron, eyes wide. "You were betting on me?"
Harry nodded, grinning. "We've been betting since fourth year." He explained. "I made a bet with George that you'd get together by this summer."
"And Tonks, you owe me two galleons," piped up Ginny.
Ron looked stricken. "How many people have been betting?"
George shrugged. "About half the people in Gryffindor Tower, Tonks here has been betting, Professor Lupin made one bet with McGonagall-"
"What!"
"Well," said McGonagall, crossing her arms. "You were being painfully obvious, you know, so we decided to make the best out of the situation. About time, I say."
"Plus, I won the bet!" said Lupin cheerfully.
Ron shook his head. "I can't believe it... I don't want to believe it..."
"Believe it, mate," said Rosie. "Oh, and Fred, you owe me a galleon."
"You! But – You haven't – You've only – You only got here a couple of days ago!"
Rosie grinned. "So? I've got a galleon!"
Ron groaned, "I can't believe this is happening to me..." Then he spotted Harry.
"You..." He growled. "This is all your fault!" He poked Harry in the chest with his finger.
"If you hadn't said anything-"
Poke
"-then no one would have found out!"
Poke
"It's all your fault!"
Poke, poke.
"Ooh!" said Tonks suddenly, beaming. "I just remembered, Dumbledore now owes me ten galleons!"
AN: Weird chapter, I know! I kind of wanted to introduce the new pair. And I couldn't work out how to do it, so I settled with this. Please review!
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