By Serendipity7
Author's Note: Alrighty...well it is a Tuesday afternoon and I am not in school. SNOW DAY!!! Actually, I wouldn't be in school even if it weren't a snow day because it is 3:28 in the afternoon. I told myself last night that if I were to have today off, I would sit down and write as much of this story as I could manage...so here I am. Also, my friend just gave me a pic of Dr. Khai that she drew in like five minutes. He shall be my muse.
Dissclaimer: I don't own the HP characters, or my town's old priest, or Popsicles.
Warning: I wrote this in two hours so I apologize if there are any typos...though I think I have at least one typo per chapter anyway. Ok, now I'm just babbling.
Forgiven and Revelations
Harry jumped as the car came. He smashed into the hood and rolled off, landing with a sickening 'splat' on the pavement. The car drove on for a few more moments before it skidded to a halt and out stepped our priest. He wobbled over with a look of pure shock.
"Oh, no!" he exclaimed, trying to kneel down by Harry, though he was having problems since he has so much bulk. Fred and George rushed over to Harry and the priest but I stayed rooted to the sidewalk. Across the street, Ginny was doing the same, only she appeared to be shaking. Finally, I managed to go to the middle of the street. Harry had a huge gash on the side of his head that was leaking blood like a faucet. Suddenly, Harry opened his eyes.
"PRAISE THE LORD!" the priest shouted, raising his arms triumphantly over his head.
I knelt down by Harry and put a hand on his shoulder. "Harry, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. "I'm really, really sorry!"
"Don't worry, Ron," Harry whispered weakly. He made a slight face as some blood dribbled into his mouth. "Our geometry test isn't until next Wednesday." He lost consciousness after that. Fred was calling an ambulance and George was comforting our eccentric priest. I looked across the street and saw Ginny run off into the park.
"GINNY!" I yelled, getting up and running after her. She kept darting between trees and I was beginning to wish that it wasn't dusk so that I could see her better. "Ginny, please stop!"
After another minute or so Ginny stopped by the swing set. She was panting. "What?" she asked. I could tell that she was angry.
"I'm so sorry," I said, once I caught my breath. "This is all my fault."
Ginny rolled her eyes and gave me an odd sort of nod.
"It's just that..." I paused, trying to put my emotions into words. "I hate anyone who hurts you. I hate that fat kid who pulled your pig tails in the sandbox when you were three..."
"Dudley?" she asked.
"Was it Dudley? Well, yeah, I hate him. I hate Luna Lovegood for not inviting you to her eighth birthday party. And I hate Pansy Parkinson for banging your head into a locker."
"What does this have to do with me and Harry though?"
I sighed and took a moment to actually think how I wanted to say this.
"Gin, I know that I've been overprotective of you. Especially with boys. It's not like I don't want you to date, it's just...you're fourteen, which means that someday you and Harry will break up. If he dumped you, or hurt you, then I would hate him. And I don't want to hate him. And I don't want to see you suffer if I were to stay friends with him. How would you feel if he dumped you suddenly for another girl and then brought that girl over to our house?"
Ginny looked shocked. "That makes sense...kind of."
I smiled and sat down on one of the swings. Ginny sat in the swing next to me. We were silent for a long while. Finally she spoke:
"So what are we going to do now?"
"Go home and have mom and dad take us to the hospital to see how Harry's doing."
"I mean after that, when Harry comes home."
"You'll continue to date Harry and I'll pray to God that you're the one who dumps him."
"Hello! I am Dr. Khai. Do you remember me? I remember you!"
I groaned outwardly, knowing whom the voice belonged to and where I was. Several seconds later I remembered why I was there. Opening my eyes, I saw Dr. Khai hovering over me, his ever present clipboard by his side. He apparently just finished checking my stats. I was surprised that I was still in my normal clothes and not in one of the ghastly night gowns that the hospital supplies for you. Dr. Khai seemed to read my mind.
"You'll be going home soon. The cut on your head isn't that bad at all. It didn't even need stitches! And other than that you just have some very minor bruising. Somebody up there must love you."
"Yeah," I said, sitting up slowly. Suddenly Ron rushed into my room.
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
Dr. Khai rolled his eyes and looked at me. "The kid has been popping in here every five minutes, muttering those words like some religious chant."
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
Fred and George rushed in as Dr. Khai was leaving and nearly knocked him over. Dr. Khai left us then, muttering something about 'Dern kids.'
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Fred and George echoed along with Ron.
They wouldn't stop their chant. Ginny came in and stood by my bed, taking my hand. "They're sorry," she stated with a smirk.
"I've noticed." I replied as Sirius and the rest of the Weasley family sauntered in. Percy clutched a turkey leg in each hand.
I woke up to the annoying beeps of my God forsaken alarm clock and groaned. Mondays suck! I turned my alarm off and rolled out of bed, falling in a heap of flesh onto the floor. I picked myself up and gazed into the mirror. My eyes were squinty and my hair stuck out in all different directions. Damn, I look cute in the morning! I stepped out of my room, into the dark basement and stubbed my toe twice on the staircase before being blinded by the light on the first floor. I shuffled into the kitchen where Cookie handed me my usual Monday cup of coffee. I grabbed the funnies and joined my parents at the table while Cookie prepared my bowl of Fruit Loops. We all sat in silence for awhile before my father lowered his paper and glared at me.
I jumped slightly. My father glaring at you is not something you want to see first thing in the morning.
"What day is it today?" my father asked.
"Monday," I replied, glumly.
My father was silent.
"December 8th," I tried again. "The Immaculate Conception...my birthday." I had just realized what my father had been wanting me to say all along.
"A little slow in the mornings, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am."
My father shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"Your present is in the driveway. I'll take you to get your license after school today."
I stared at him blankly for a minute before I ran from the table and out the front door in my plaid pajamas. There in the driveway was a brand new, silver SUV.
"Pothead, guess what!"
Everything was now officially back to normal. My head was fine, and so were my relationships with Ginny and her brothers. And now even Draco was back to calling me Pothead. Old Betsy had broken down again so I was forced to ride the bus with Draco seeing as Wood didn't have enough room in his car for all the Weasleys and me.
"I despise when you call me that," I told Draco, trying to go back to my nap.
"Today's my birthday!" Draco exclaimed, ignoring my comment.
"Happy Birthday," I replied in a monotone voice though I didn't care.
"And I got a brand new SUV!!!"
I had to listen to him describe his vehicle the whole way to school, at our lockers (he shouted it down the hall since his locker is some distance away from mine), in the men's room as we watched Fred and George soap the mirrors, and all the way to Health.
"And it has a five disk cd player!"
"All right, settle down," Snape mumbled, coming into the classroom as the first bell rang. "Seeing as this is a one semester class, we should be wrapping things up here. Since I had missed that one week and left you guys with that incompetent oaf, Lockhart, we are a bit behind. So instead of spending two weeks talking about STDs with you, I'll put you into partners and assign each group a STD report that should be five pages long, double spaced due tomorrow."
I wanted to cry.
"And the partners are," Snape paused and sent me an icy glare. "Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter..."
I wanted to die.
I don't like bartending during the day. It's too boring. All I do is bring out sandwiches for people during lunch. I had just set down a roast beef sandwich in front of the priest who hit Harry with his car. The priest is a regular at my tavern. He often comes in, clad in leather, with his biker buddies. It makes me wonder about the world today. But anyway, I had just set down the sandwich when the door swung open and in walked Lucius.
"Great," I muttered. "A family reunion."
Lucius came up to the bar and glared at me.
"Good afternoon, Lucius! What can I get for you?" I asked cheerfully.
"My son."
"Sorry, not in season."
Lucius held up his cell phone. "My son just called to tell me that he'll be late coming home from school today because he's dropping by at your apartment. We were going to get his license after school and yet he rather go to your apartment and hang around with that wimp of a godson that you have."
"He's not a wimp." I put a hand over my heart as if Lucius had hurt me personally.
"I don't want my son hanging around you or that boy you're raising! Is that clear?"
"Listen, I didn't invite Draco over. I know perfectly well what happens when I converse with the boy."
Lucius's eyes gazed at the two scars on my cheek. "You're right, you didn't invite Draco over." And with that he got up and headed towards the door.
"Wait! What does that mean?" I shouted after him, but he left with out answering.
"Do you have any Popsicles?"
I sighed. Draco had been annoying all day.
"No, Draco, we don't buy Popsicles in December."
"Why the bloody not?"
"Because it's cold! Now are we going to get started on this report or not?"
Draco sighed and closed the freezer.
"Alright," I said, once Draco sat down. "It says here that we need at least two Internet sources and one book source." I paused, thinking about the book source. "I think Sirius has some encyclopedias in his office."
Draco was busy networking his laptop to the Internet. "Great, we'll get most of our information from the Internet and use the encyclopedia in our bibliography."
"We should probably get a sentence or two from the encyclopedia, just incase Snape feels like checking. He hates me, you know."
Draco nodded. "Alright, what was our disease again?"
"Syphilis."
"Uh huh, and how do you spell it?" I spelled it for him. He quickly jabbed enter and sat for a moment or two staring at his screen. "Ah, this one looks good." He clicked and spent another few seconds staring at his screen, and then...
"EWWW!!!!! IT'S HORRIBLE!!!!!" Apparently the site came with pictures. "Here, you write it and I'll make us some steak sandwiches." He pushed his laptop over to me and went back into the kitchen to cook. I sighed, I guess it would be better if I wrote it anyway.
After an hour of typing and a half an hour of eating (Draco is surprisingly a good cook considering he probably never cooked before in his life), we were ready to get the smidgen' of information from the encyclopedia. We expected to spend a grand total of five minutes in Sirius' office; however, Sirius' office had converted itself into a pig's sty.
We went over to his bookshelf and began sorting through the rubbish, hoping to find the encyclopedias. As I pulled a stack of papers loose, a folder dropped upon my lap. 'Custody files' was written in Sirius' sloppy handwriting on the cover. Figuring they were mine, I opened the folder. I was surprised to see that the papers were old (dating back to the 1970s) and that they were Sirius' custody papers, not mine. It turns out that his aunt and uncle tried to steal him away from my grandparents. I was going to toss it aside, but three names caught my attention. They were the names of Sirius' three girl cousins: Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Andromeda. It was then that I noticed that Draco was also looking at the papers, his face whiter than usual.
"Your mom's name is Narcissa right?" I asked him.
He nodded slowly, his gray eyes wide. He got up suddenly and walked back to the kitchen, saving our paper on his laptop and packing it into his school bag. "Listen, I'll just use one of the encyclopedias at home," he stated, reaching for his coat and shrugging it on. "You've done enough tonight."
He began walking to the door but I stopped him and forced him to look at me.
"What's with you?" I asked.
Draco sighed. "I have an Aunt Bellatrix and an Aunt Andromeda too."
End Author's Note: YAYNESS!!! I forced myself to sit down and write this today and after two hours of slaving away it is finished!!! Now let's see, what do I wanna talk about? Well, the plot is really going to pick up next chapter. Yup, I'm bringing the conflict out. Um...how did you guys like the little bit of Sirius' POV up there? I don't think that I've ever used his POV before. -scratches head- Anywho, I hope that answers a few questions about the Sirius/Lucius fight from earlier. Sirius and Lucius obviously know that they're cousins (through marriage) but neither Harry nor Draco knew because Sirius' family hates him. So Draco ticked his parents off when he was talking highly of Sirius which is why Lucius fought Sirius...because Lucius doesn't want his son to be hanging around such a 'bad influence'. Anywho, I guess I should get started on HTMLing, huh?
Last One, Promise: Oi, I just read something about the L.A. Times (which I don't own by the way) saying that there's a good possibility that POA (which I also don't own) is going to be PG-13! That would be AWESOME!!! It would get some of the little kiddies out of the theater. Last year I had to sit by a two year old that would start SCREAMING every time Dumbledore would come on. Honestly, Dumbledore!!! Ok, now I'm going to go. Adios!