Chapter Two
-Remus' Mission-
Harry looked miserably out his window watching Dudley and Piers threaten Mark Evans again. If Harry could have done something he would of, not just for Mark's sake but just to teach Dudley to pick on someone his own size. Harry, then again, doubted there was anyone Dudley's size and age; the young teenager had progressed into an overweight whale within a matter of years. Undoubtedly this summer's holiday had been the worst Harry had ever experienced, maybe except from last year's, but Harry didn't have two deaths looming over him like a black cloud then. Harry could hear the voices of his Aunt and Uncle downstairs, helping Marge with her luggage. He didn't want to see Marge, after the last incident he doubted the Dursleys would care either. If they each kept out of the other's way no one would be blown up again. Harry remembered sourly why Cornelius Fudge, the Minister, had let him off for doing such a thing to a Muggle. It had been the fact Sirius Black had been on the loose that Harry had been let off. Fudge had thought Sirius was a stark raving lunatic like the rest of the Magical world did, or had, most now believed Sirius was innocent, which was more than Harry could say about a few certain individuals. Talking of stark raving lunatics, Harry wondered how Luna Lovegood's search for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks was going in Sweden. He would bet his Firebolt that if she did find any, which was highly unlikely, that Hagrid would buy a few within minutes of her return to Britain. Growling in anger he threw Ron's reply down onto his bed, his only route of escape from the Dursley's demolished in a matter of pure seconds.
"Remus thinks it's not safe…" he repeated under his breath. "Remus doesn't know what it's like to be trapped here; even Azkaban couldn't be this bad…" Harry said, knowing he didn't mean that last comment. He knew Azkaban was bad… as bad as you could get. According to many, they preferred death, and Harry didn't dare doubt them for a second, even Sirius had hated it there. It had destroyed him, and he had been in there for no reason, all because of Peter Pettigrew… Harry let his mind wander back to Remus. Why did he feel it wasn't safe? Did he want to keep Harry locked up and miserable? Harry reminded himself of last night's dream, shaking his head to rid him of the memory. By now, Harry's anticipation to get back to Hogwarts was declining, a bad feeling bubbled up inside of him. The feeling that he wanted nothing better than to crawl under his duvet and stay there for good and to have to never face the world again was tempting. All he had to do was skip the Hogwarts Express, simple as that. But the options were few, either stay with the Dursleys, who would send him away eventually, or go to Hogwarts and feel glum about returning to the dark and gloomy castle. Harry dreaded Potions and Transfiguration most; he couldn't bear to face a member of the Order yet. Harry was still, as some might call it, in the mourning phase for Sirius. Harry counted the owls he saw in the sky; three tonight, more than yesterday, most probably less than tomorrow. The amazement of the Lord Voldemort's return had disturbed the magical world; no doubt each of those owls contained the letters of fear and plea to family members. The world was now afraid that his return spelt certain doom for many. People were beginning to fear for the Ministers life now. Harry did smile to himself at this prospect; he didn't hate Cornelius as much as some said he should, he just felt the idea of the man who believed he was an utter liar quivering in his office somewhere up in London quite amusing. He had received no more than two dozen apology letters a day from wizards all over the world, saying how sorry they were not believing him when he said Voldemort had returned. Some of which he couldn't even read, because they consisted of French, Chinese and various other languages Harry did not understand either fluently or at all. Picking through some recent ones Harry slipped one open from a wizard up North. Holding it far away from him as he opened what he believed, and knew, to be a Howler. He covered his ears as the ear-splitting scream erupted from the open red letter.
"YOU'RE A LIAR, HARRY POTTER, AND YOU KNOW IT. YOU KILLED HIM, HARRY; YOU DESERVE WHATEVER'S COMING TO YOU!" The Howler then immediately burst into flames and withered on Harry's bed until Harry had the decency to remove it from his sight and into his trash can, which, by now, was full of fan mail, and now one piece of hate mail. That had to of been the most terrible thing anyone could of ever sent Harry, who proceeded in letting a silent tear drip off the end of his nose.
"I-I didn't kill him, I didn't," Harry said, exhausted; looking for anyone to point the blame at but himself. "It was Snape; he made me stop the Occulmency lessons, if he hadn't stopped... If I had tried harder… If Remus or Dumbledore had done something… If-if-if I'd of done something, if I'd tried harder to block Voldemort… maybe, just maybe…" Harry muttered to himself, pulling out a fan letter to reconcile himself.
'Dear Mr. H. Potter, I am deeply sorry for not believing your story of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return to power. I personally knew your mother and father; they were the nicest people I could have ever met. I met them when Lily had you, Harry; I remember her being opposite me in the Muggle Hospital before I was transferred to St. Mungos with some unknown magical curse placed upon me when I had my first child, Seamus. She had insisted that you be born in a Muggle hospital, and your father paced the room desperately for hours on end until they let him in; he then called all the people he knew, and soon enough there was some sort of little party going on opposite me. They, of course, made me join in the celebrations; I didn't refuse and remember quite well Sirius Black passing me a drink (non-alcoholic of course, for the baby's sake) when my water broke. In such of a double celebration when I had Seamus; but, upsettingly enough, my second child turned out to be non-magical. I am deeply sorry for your losses in your life, Harry; I can only hope that somehow this letter brings you some condolence with the little knowledge I supplied to you of your mother and father. I sincerely regret my doubt of you a year ago. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I was only wishing to hide from the truth.
Yours truly,
Mrs. T. Finnigan.'
Harry had to re-read the letter a couple times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, this letter was from Mrs. Finnigan, Seamus Finnigan's mother. She had known his parents, yet Seamus had never said anything… Harry could feel something else bubbling inside of him now, he felt so sure that the world was no longer against him. Gliding downstairs in a happy mood he stopped suddenly as he caught sight of Aunt Marge who was grumbling on about one of her dogs to Petunia. Harry sighed and helped himself to some bacon, over the moon that Aunt Marge had chosen to ignore him and he had her.
"The boy still going to that St. Brutus's place, Petunia?" Aunt Marge asked, curiously nodding her head in Harry's direction.
"Oh, erm, yes, Marge, we can't get him out of there, he's such an ungrateful boy…" Petunia said, unconvincingly; Harry was very surprised that Marge bought this excuse, but anything that had Harry being bad and punished in it was believable by Marge's standards.
"Yes, Petunia, I see what you mean, he's such an ungrateful little brat." Harry looked down at the bacon, put it back down on the counter and swept out of the room silently. As he passed Dudley's bedroom he could hear the whirl of a computer start up, or was that Dudley's new laptop? Dudley had insisted on getting a computer, he no longer needed to cry to get what he wanted; he got it either way. Harry knew Marge had brought Dudley something, he had heard her and Uncle Vernon talking about it early that day. It was something alive, he knew that; he hoped it wasn't a tortoise, what Dudley had done to the one he had before was pure crealty to animals. He walked into his room, his happy streak vanishing just as quick as it had appeared. He looked out his bedroom window and watched Hedwig swoop down towards him. Another Owl? From who? He stroked Hedwig as he took the letter off her and opened the envolope, which, as usual was addressed to 'Harry Potter'. It was a letter from Nymphadora Tonks, from some distant place in Scotland. He opened it cautiously, sitting on his bed.
'Dear Harry, I got your last letter, Mad-Eye had it diverted to me. How are you? I've been okay, I've even got some visitors. The Weasley's are staying with me for a while, they are becoming quite accustomed to my father, Ted. Remus has come down to talk to Arthur before he leaves to do what Albus has told him to. Keep in touch, Tonks.'
Harry could of screamed, was Dumbledore telling Remus to go and be a Supporter? Maybe, he thought, maybe Remus was spying on them, like he had presumed Snape to of done. Harry smiled a little, why didn't he see that before? He looked at his bedside clock, it was only nine o'clock and he had nothing to amuse him. He took his coat from a hanger inside his closet, which four years ago he had been shoving a House elf in. He wondered what Hermione would of said if he had mentioned he had pushed Dobby in there, he just laughed at the thought and descended downstairs. He looked over at Petunia, who was sipping Coffee, and opened the door. He saw Petunia's horse-like neck turn and she watched him stride out the doorway. Harry walked down Privet Drive and into Magnolia Street. His coat, which was far too big as it had once belonged to Dudley, caught on an object as he wandered down the road. He turned to unravel it when he saw two gleaming eyes across the street. For a split second his mind jumped to the fact of it being a cat, then he came back to his senses and remembered what every year was like.
He unhooked his coat and ran, turning back once to see the owner of the gleaming eyes following him quickly. He was breathing heavily and felt a stitch in his side as he stumbled, regaining his balance he could see the creature out of the corner of his eye now, on the other side of the road. He kept thinking 'someone's going to see it and it'll all be revealed.' He ran into the park and closed the gate, hoping it would atleast bide him some time. The creature vaulted over the iron mesh easily and Harry swore inward. He ran through the river and stopped, on the other side was Piers Polkiss and Dudley's gang, but he didn't have time for them, but they were still human and he didn't want them to get hurt. He ran up the bank and stopped infront of Piers.
"Look, I know you'll probably think I'm off my rocker, but there's this giant animal chasing me back there." Harry pointed, "if you stay here you'll be hurt." Piers exchanged glances with his mates and laughed.
"You're right, you ARE off your rocker." Piers smirked, his smile quickly fell away as he noticed something on the other side of the bank. He swore himself and he and Dudley's gang turn and ran, just as Harry looked behind him and felt something almost slice his back in two. Swearing he ran after the rest, the beast so hot on his tail it was unbelievable. Harry reconised the road to be Privet Drive now, he had ran all the way home without relising it. He ran to the door of number 4 and rapped hard on it. The door opened and Harry rushed past Petunia and slammed the door shut. His aunt let a scream out as she saw the blood on Harry's back.
"What happened boy?" Vernon asked roughly.
"Something attacked me." Harry replied, holding a tissue to his back.
"My sweet little Maisy is out there too!" Marge almost dropped her coffee mug. "I must find her!"
"Don't be absurd Marge, you'll be killed if this 'thing' that attacked the boy is still out there." Vernon said, trying to stand infront of Marge. Marge, although reluctantly, fell back on the sofa.
"I have to be careful of her, Vernon, ever since she was bitten I have to look after her." Marge muttered, shivering as she sipped her coffee.
"Sorry?" Harry asked, "She, she was bitten?" He asked.
"That is what I said boy." Marge said angerily. A shiver ran through Harry, had Maisy been the creature that had attacked him?
"Vernon, I do hate to say it but that cut looks deep, we should take him to the hospital, else it'll get the Neighbours talking." Petunia said, slowly. Vernon growled and grabbed his coat.
"I'm staying here," Dudley said, almsot at once, his eye's fixed to the T.V.
"Alright duddykins, we won't be long." Petunia cooed at her son and walked out the room, Vernon pushed Harry along by his shoulder.
"What are we going to tell them boy? You were attacked by a ruddy magical animal that doesn't exist?"
"No," Harry said, "We're going to tell them that-" He stopped as he heard a 'pop' behind him. He turned round to see Mad-Eye Moody and Arthur Weasley standing before him. Vernon stuttered and let Harry walk before him.
"What's happened Harry?" Arthur asked. "I, I was attacked." Harry replied, rather shocked at the suddenness of this all. He was still holding out the tissue spotted with blood.
"By what, Potter?" Mad-Eye asked.
"Excuse me, would you mind getting out of my house?" Vernin asked, loudly, but his comment went unnoticed.
"I, I think it was a werewolf." Harry said.
"The cuts do look like a werewolves claws, Alastor." Arthur said.
"There isn't many werewolves around Surrey, Arthur, let alone ones that would go out at ten o'clock." Mad-Eye replied, his magic eye turning to see the clock on the mantle.
"It's a full moon," Harry said, "and it had all the features of a werewolf."
"Maybe he should talk to Remus about this, Alastor." Arthur said, Mad-Eye replied with only gruff. "Go collect your stuff Harry, we'll talk to your aunt and uncle." Harry nodded and walked upstairs slowly to get his trunk and some clothes. He dreaded coming face-to-face with Remus, after his dream, it only seemed talking to him would be more tribulation rather than a solution. But he was desprate to escape the Dursleys, so, even reluctantly, he packed his clothes as Mr Weasley had instructed and again made his way down the stairs. Uncle Vernon was looking very apprehensive at having two full grown wizards armed with wands in his house, and was blocking Dudley from view. Dudley, who was in the living room with Marge, hadn't realised anything was going on in the hall.
"Well, we'll be off," Arthur said, smiling and leading Harry away from the stairway and opening the door.
"Are we going by Knight Bus?" Harry asked, as Mr Weasley hustled him to the door.
"Yes, yes." Arthur replied, "You don't know how to apparate so the Knight Bus it will be, right Alastor?" Moody nodded, and with a last sneer at the Dursleys, exited Number 4 Privet Drive too.
"Won't Lupin be a werewolf?" Harry asked suddenly, as Arthur stuck out his wand.
"Well, yes, but all the same, you can talk to him tommorow morning." Arthur replied as the Knight Bus jolted to a stop infront of the trio. "On you get Harry." Harry stepped on the purple bus, feeling rather queasy at the prospect of being on the bus.
"Look Ernie, it's 'arry Potter." Stan started, but Harry looked up and Stan Shunpike, the Knight Bus conductor, fell silent. "Where ta then Mr Potter?"
"Er... I'm not too sure..." Harry began, but Moody jumped in.
"To Malunovo Mansion, Scotland." Moody growled, passing enough money to pay for the three of them.
"I'll pay for myself," Harry began, but upon checking his money wallet he found he was all out of Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. "Oh."
"It's alright, Potter, I'm paying." Moody said roughly, he started towards the end of the Bus, Mr Weasley and Harry close in tow. "Are we going to the second deck?" Harry asked, he'd only ever been on the first and third floor of the Bus, personally he didn't feel it was entierly safe to be up high.
"Yeah," Moody said, not looking back, "Hope you got life insurance, Potter, it's going to be a hell of a ride." Harry smirked weakly. He made his way to the second floor of the bus, already feeling the buses jolts as it speed off towards Scotland. He found no one else on the bus, unless they had been foolish enough to hide on the top level. Quite sooner than Harry had expected they arrived. Moody again infront and Arthur bringing up the rear... the idea of that formation struck Harry's mind as a defence one. Was Moody expecting an attack? Harry just reminded himself of Moody's paranoia and stepped off the bus. I was chilly indeed in the Scottish Highlands. He wondered if they were far from Hogwarts. There was a rather large castle looming infront of him,not as big as Hogwarts itself of course. A woman with tomato red hair as long as her shoulders rushed over, it was Tonks.
"Wotcher Harry!" She smiled, shaking his hand. She ushered Harry inside and handed him a hot chocolate. Inside the house was full of old antiques, quite eccentric orniments come to that. A silver rod that puffed smoke just like the one in Dumbledore's office sat on the mantle. A large green, somewhat poisonious looking, frog croaked away in a Tank besides what Harry could only hope was a extremly mutated fish. Tonks hurried over to the Frog, almost tripping on a strange walking stick with a handle shaped like a griffin head which was laying discarded on the floor. "I'll be right with you Harry," Tonks muttered, as she fed the extremly large fish to the frog. Harry had seen a lot of disgusting things before, including a Hippogriff eating dead ferrets, but this topped them all. The frog, which swelled to the size of three fists, crunched up the fish happily. Tonks seemed thoroughly disgusted as well.
"Not an at all pleasemt job!" There was a gaint crash from upstairs and Tonk sighed, "We haven't seen Severus for weeks, only he can make us the Wolvesbane potion for Remus, poor chaps been having a lot of stife recently. He can't evem keep a clear head anymore, a great werewolf with a mind of it's own. Dumbledore needs him for a mission but were waiting untill he can get hold of some of the potion." She explained, sitting down and watching the frog cautiously.
"You haven't seen Snape for how long?" Harry asked.
"Professor Snape, Harry, we haven't seen him for a good couple of weeks. Dumbledore didn't send him on a mission or anything, the whole Order's getting worried."
"Because he is spying on Voldemort for us?" Harry asked, without thinking.
"Goodness no, Harry, where on earth did you get that idea from?" The door opened and a red haired boy smiled over at Harry.
"Being told all about Snape's doings without me?" he asked, grinning.
"I'm not telling him anything about Professor Snape," Tonks said, looking romotely amused at Ron. Harry smiled at his best friend and then found himself unable to escape from a big hug from Molly Weasley.
"Oh, Harry, I've been out of my mind with worry." she said, standing back and looking at him. "My, you've grown!"
"It's only been a couple of weeks mum!" Ron complained, watching Harry get squashed with muffled laughter.
"I'm not interupting now am I?" a soft voice asked, Harry turned to the newcomer.
"No, of course not Pandora. Harry, this is Pandora Hevil, she's the one making Remus' new potion."
"Good evening Mr Potter, may I just express how much of a pleasure it is to meet you!" She shook Harry's hand and smiled at him. She was a thin woman, with chessnut hair and a mysterious smile that played on her face. Harry gasped as he shook hands with her, his scar flitted with pain and he pulled his hand away quick. Her smile faded, leaving her face with a cold look. "I'm sorry, is there something wrong?" She asked, coldly.
"No, sorry, I just... remembered something." Harry replied, frowning.
"Oh, alright." Pandora eyed him carefully, as if sizing him up for a battle, "yes, well, I am sure Remus would like that potion as soon as possible, best not dely it."
"Of course not Pandora." Molly smiled, as Pandora turned and left the room. "She's alright really, just a white sheep in a black flock." Molly said, after she had left. Harry considered these words very carefully indeed.
"Indeed, Molly, keep telling yourself that." Tonks said, clearing the table.
"I'm with Tonks on this one mum, she's odd." Ron said, looking to Harry for support. Harry kept quiet, he didn't want anyone, least of all Molly, knowing what had felt.
"Well... Remus trusts her entirely, and if he does, I see no reason why we shouldn't." Molly said, and the case was settled at that. Ron and Tonks exchanged looks of worry, but nothing more was said. That wasn't right, Harry thought, if Lupin is a DeathEater and he trusts Pandora, that must she's a... He stopped himself and shook his head. There was still no clear evidence of what Remus was up to. There was another howl of a wolf and a bang. Tonks yawned widely and walked to the door.
"Come on Harry, I'll show you your room." Ron said, walking out. Harry followed, however reluctantly and picked up his trunk.
"Leave it, the house elf with get it." Ron commented, Harry was glad Hermione was not around to hear that. He just nodded and followed Ron up a creaky set of stairs. "So... were you really attacked by a werewolf?"
"No, it was a helpless cat that put inches deep cut into my back." Harry said agitatedly. Ron frowned and thought that subject too was best left untouched.
The next day Harry found himself being jolted awake by none other than Tonks. Her hair was lavander today and came down to her ears.
"Keep it down, I thought you might enjoy a little trip to Daigon Alley, I need to go and get Remus' potion anyway." She pulled him out of bed and told him to put on some Muggle Clothes. As if Harry would go in anything that would attract Muggle attention, he thought Tonks' hair was more likely to do that anyway. He didn't express his feelings to Tonks but just calmly changed while he presumed she was talking to Remus. He came out dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and found Remus and Tonks in heavy conversation outside his bedroom door. He coughed to announce his arrival and Remus said a hurried good morning and left for downstairs.
"Why aren't we all at Grimmuald Place?" Harry asked Tonks as they walked together down the stairs after Remus.
"Well, Dumbledore thought it was best if we kept out of the Orders way, I go back every couple of days with Arthur. Mad-eye left early this morning to go back, he doesn't live here." She explained as another door on the top landing opened, Tonks looked up the spiral staircase. A man in his mid-fourties stepped out, looking very tired.
"Good morning, Nymphadora." The man smiled, he had dark brown hair and grey-blue eyes. He was wearing a tartan dressing gown, and he was peering over the banisters.
"Wotcher pa." Tonks said, "Call me Tonks, pa, how many times do I have to ask you?" she asked. The man just shrugged, looking very tired.
"I'm not too sure, third time this week right?" He shuffled off to a bathroom.
"That's my pa, Ted Tonks. He's a Muggle, he got a big suprise when all these magical folk started appearing in his house, shocked the life out of him," Tonks explained. Harry doubted anything could shock the life out of Ted, he looked as eccentric as his house posessions. After a quick breakfast of toast Harry and Tonks started to make their way to a fireplace; they were travelling by Floo Powder it seemed. Remus was looking extremly pale, Harry noted, he also had quite a few cuts and bruises on him. The importence of this potion suddenly came to Harry's mind, and whether or not Remus was on their side or anothers it still bothered him to see him like this.
Tonks stepped in the fireplace first and muttered: "Monyash Potions!" She dissapeared and Molly Weasley passed Harry some Floo Powder.
"Now, dear, the shop is called Monyash Potions, say it clearly." She said, giving him a hug so some Floo Powder fell from his hand.
"Let him breath mum." Ron said, eating some toast at the kitchen table, "why can't I go too?" Molly ignored him and hurried Harry along.
"Monyash Potions!" Harry said, as clearly as he could with ash and soot going up his nose and in his mouth. He dropped the powder and felt himself fall into the fireplace of somewhere new. The place looked dark and dingy and for a split second Harry thought he'd landed in Knockturn Alley again but Tonks was waiting for him by the side of the Fireplace.
"Come on now," she said, pulling him up. Harry glanced around the shop, at the side of the counter was a yellow parrot. He walked towards it and frowned, but Tonks grabbed his arm and swung him round. "Be careful with the animals you choose to associate yourself with, Harry. It may look harmless, but is it?" Tonks asked, she watched the parrot with a cautious gaze. Harry followed it, the parrot was growing, it was getting bigger... Within seconds it was a full size human, the man smiled at Tonks.
"Very good, Ms Tonks, I see Auror Training did improve your ability to stop curiosity getting to you." The man said, in a way Harry could only interpret was a insult.
"Curiosity killed the cat, Mr Monyash. Now... we want a talk with Pandora, she owes us some Wolvesbane Potion." Tonks said, with an uncharacteristically scowl.
"Ah, so tell me, which one of you is the werewolf?" Mr Monyash asked.
"Well, it's not me and I think it would of sprang out all over the papers if it was Harry." Tonks replied, not looking too happy.
"Yes, yes, of course. Sit down, have a drink," Mr Monyash offered, conjouring two chairs. Harry refused a drink greatfully, but Tonks didn't. Harry wondered what Moody would of said then, but decided Tonks knew enough to keep herself from being hurt.
"Lovely drink, Mr Monyash, very refreshing, what do you call it?" she asked, in slight awe.
"Senlli, absolute terror to pronounce." The man replied, as a thin woman with chessnut coloured hair apparated at the counter with a 'pop'.
"Afternoon Mr Monyash." she smiled, then seeing Harry and Tonks, "Good afternoon Mr Potter, Ms Tonks. I see you've found our Senlli drink, lovely stuff if I do say so myself. Are you sure you won't take any Mr Potter?" Harry now become much more convinced the drink was a poison; and so, it seemed, had Tonks, who dropped the cup and stood up.
"Are you trying to poison us?" she asked angerily. Pandora looked hurt, but also frowned.
"Ms Tonks, how dare you accuse me of such behaviour, I think that's ill behaviour coming from someone who is an Auror in Knockturn Alley." Harry raised his eyebrows, so they were where he had thought they were.
"Ill behaviour?" Tonks asked, angerily. "Just give me this Potion we've ordered so we can leave." Pandora sighed, "There you go Ms Tonks," she passed her a smoking potion in a blue vial and smiled. "Have a nice day."
Harry came down later that evening to sounds of dry retching, he frowned. They were coming from the living room. He looked in to find a pale looking Remus sitting in an armchair in deep thought, a worried looking Molly comforting a sick looking Tonks who was throwing up in a bucket. It was an extraordinary sight, no doubt in the least.
"Harry, dear, could you go fetch me some more tissue?" Molly asked him, rubbing Tonks' back. She was eyeing her wand, as if fighting with herself to use magic to stop Tonks throwing up. Remus saw this and shifted uneasily.
"I think she may of been slipped a potion that done this, Molly, if she has I think only the solution would be to find the reversal." Molly looked solumn, but nodded. Harry could hear more talking and retching as he walked to the toilet. He remembered the potion Mr Monyash had offered him, and how Tonks had reacted, and how Pandora had said it had been 'Ill Behaviour'. She had given them the potion, she had poisoned Tonks.
"Mrs Weasley," Harry began, passing her some more tissue, "I think Ms Hevil, Pandora, poisoned Tonks."
"Don't be absurd Harry, Pandora Hevil wouldn't do such a thing." Molly replied.
"I knew Pandora from school, Harry, she was two years above. She was a great potionmaker, and she may of been a Slytherin, but she would never poison anyone. She was most useful to those he needed extra help in Potions." Remus explained, looking up from his position in the armchair.
"But when we went to the Potions Shop, Mr Monyash offered us something called- well, I can't actually remember how to pronounce it- I didn't drink it, but Tonks did. If she was poisoned by a Potion as you think," he said, talking to Remus, "it would of been that."
"Foolery!" A gruff voice said, from behind Harry. It was Mad-eye Moody, who looked very angry with Tonks indeed. "I thought you would of known better, Nymhpadora."
Tonks opened her mouth to complain but she couldn't make it, she just retched again.
"To take a potion off someone who clearly dislikes us all, it was playing straight into the hands of Voldemort."
"Now hold on there Mad-eye, we have no proof Pandora's working with Voldemort, or if it was even Pandora that done this." Remus said.
"I appreciate the defense on Pandora's part, Remus, I should of known you would of tried to defend her, being a friend and all. But it's all too obvious." Harry felt know was the time to accuse Remus.
"But you would know who's innocent and not wouldn't you? Being not so innocent yourself, right?" Harry asked, cutting in. Molly turned to frown at him, along with Tonks.
"I beg your pardon Harry." Remus asked, looking very confused.
"Don't play dumb, I've seen you, I saw you and Wormtail in that graveyard. I saw you both, you were talking like old friends."
"Harry, dear, are you feeling alright?" Molly asked. Harry didn't reply, he couldn't seem to find and adequate response. Remus' eyes were full of what Harry could plainly see was hurt.
"Harry, do you ever think I'd do such a thing after what happened-"
"Don't talk to me about 'what's happened'." Harry said, seeing red.
"Potter, see here, Remus is not a Voldemort Supporter and you-" Mad-eye began.
"I've seen him with Wormtail, Pettigrew, in a graveyard, I've seen him!"
"Harry, how did you see this dear?" Molly asked. "I saw it in a dream, well, a vision sort of thing."
Remus gasped, "I knew Severus should never of given up that Occulemency on you." Harry frowned, was this a confession? "Then you wouldn't of seen things that aren't real."
"This was real enough, this was just like the one with Mr Weasley and that snake!" Harry has noticed Ginny, Ron and even Ted Tonks had made their way downstairs to see what the commotion was. "You're all blind, he's sticking up for this Pandora whose clearly poisoned Tonks and all you can do is sit there and pretend you don't know what's going on!" Harry walked out of the room and upstairs to his shared bedroom and slammed the door hard. Why did no one believe him? Why was no one on his side? He expected Ron to come up any minute then to tell him he backed him a hundred percent, but an hour passed and no one came. He expected it was dinner time downstairs and felt his tummy calling for food, but he didn't want to go downstairs and face them all, not yet...
