Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince
By: Fred and George Weasley are MY kings
DISCLAIMER: Everything you recognize is JKR's. Everything you don't is mine.
Chapter 15: Christmas at Grimmauld Place
FIRSTLY REVIEWS:
12345: Hey, okay. Firstly, I want to say that I know Voldemort hates muggles. I got that down. One thing I do want to point out is that they are pointless in the war (they can't DO anything). Don't you find it a bit odd that Voldemort personally kills certain muggles? In OotP Sirius tells us that his brother probably wasn't even important enough to be killed by Voldemort personally…and he was a pureblood! Secondly, its not so much the fact that muggles are dying but merely the fact that Voldemort is doing the killing...PERSONALLY! That's why everyone is so clueless… Why are the muggles so important? I can't say…big chunk of the plot :) I admit I should have made it more clear has to why it was so strange behavior from Voldemort, and I already went back and fixed it. Thirdly, I really hope you continue reading despite this mix up, but if not thank you all the same for the review and for bringing my mistake to my attention.
Star: Hey I am REALLY glad that you continued reading. And I absolutely loved your idea for the shell pensive! I am going to use it in this chapter… it was a really great suggestion and I know I never would've thought of it. Again thank you for the great suggestion and I hope you enjoy this update.
Nandhp: Great to hear from you:) I am really glad to hear that you enjoyed the shell pensive. I certainly enjoyed myself while I was writing it… As I said before Sirius is just SO much fun to write. Thanks again for all the great reviews! Enjoy chapter 15!
Kim: Thanks for the review, and I am really glad to hear that you like the story. I hope you got past chapter 10 because the plot does pick up a lot after that is now in its full potential. I really wanted to have a good mysterious plot, and hopefully I am doing okay! Thanks again for the review!
Blue Mittens: I am glad that you assured me that the romance scene wasn't too horrible, and I thank you for it. Haha, I was not sure how it was going to go over! I am glad you liked the Snape part. I laughed out loud when I wrote it. I must give credit to my brother though for thinking of it. I was going to make them pull away when they could no longer ignore the need to breath, but he disagreed, saying that everybody did that. I must say I like his idea a lot better. Thanks for the review! Enjoy Chapter 15!
Clara: Thanks for the great reviews! I am really glad you liked it. Sirius was a riot, haha. I love him! Again thanks for the reviews.
Chapter 15: Christmas at Grimmauld Place
The once highly anticipated holiday break had finally come, but Harry soon found himself dreading it as he, Hermione and the rest of the Weasleys (minus Percy, of course) made their way to St. Mungo's in a cramped muggle vehicle. The air was heavy and all was silent besides the hopeless sighs, which escaped Mrs. Weasley's firm mouth. Her eyes were sad, and her figure slumped. She seemed to have lost weight since Percy's death and had remained unnervingly quite. But Molly Weasley was a strong woman, and she would eventually rise from her grief.
Perhaps even more unnerving then the change in Mrs. Weasley, was the change in Fred and George. They were not wearing their jubilant grins or their mischievous expressions and in fact neither of them had said a word to anyone since the funereal. Harry then saw death for what it really was. It was a loss, of course, but it mostly was something that overtook life and changed things from the beloved ordinary.
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They all entered the Spell Damage Branch of St Mungo's only to find a brightly lit room full of comfortable looking armchairs and a coffee table sitting primly in the middle with a stash of issues of Witch Weekly neatly piled on top of it. To the left, there was what seemed to be a reception desk, and a well-dressed witch was sitting behind it making different memos and sending off in different directions.
"Good morning. Can I help you?" She asked politely at seeing the whole lot enter.
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley replied, "Could you direct us to Ms. Prewett's room?"
"Oh, certainly, Miss?"
"Mrs. Weasley."
"Yes, of course," The witch nodded with a smile, just noticing the flaming red hair, "Ms. Prewett is in our Intensive Healing Unit, in room 45. Do you know how to find the IHU?"
"No, I am not very familiar with this branch of the hospital," Mrs. Weasley answered again.
"Not a problem Mrs. Weasley, it is just on the second floor in this branch, and the staircase entrance is just to your left."
"Thank you."
"Not a problem, have a great day."
Mrs. Weasley then led the way to the staircase and the rest of the lot climbed it quickly and entered the IHU. It was just a long corridor that stretched out seemingly forever and had many rooms branching off of it all numbered starting from forty. Clara's room was easy to find. It was a large square room with a table and chair off to the side, and a large hospital bed against the wall in the middle of the room. Flowers were placed on some shelves near the bed, and a night table held up a small lamp. There were chairs scattered along the walls, providing seating for visitors.
A tired-looking Moody was sitting in a chair along the wall while Aberforth stood on the opposite side of the room leaning against the wall with a blank expression. Gretchen, who was wearing an uncharacteristic frown, was placing more flowers along the shelves, and Lupin, who was wearing a grim expression, sat near the bed with his gaze falling only on the unconscious figure of Clara Prewett. Tonks stood behind Lupin with a disgruntled face as she looked into space.
No matter how large the room seemed to be, Harry knew that if their whole group were to go in at once, especially considering the fact that Lupin, Gretchen, Moody, Tonks, and Aberforth were already inside, it would be cramped. Mrs. Weasley insisted that the younger ones all go in first, so Harry, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron all went in with Mrs. Weasley accompanying them.
Lupin stood to greet them, and with a horribly sad look in his eyes he gave them all a weak smile. "How are you doing Molly?"
"I am fine, don't you fret about me… How are you holding up?"
Lupin shrugged and his gaze then fell on the teenagers as Moody, Aberforth, and Gretchen all gave their sympathy to Mrs. Weasley.
"How are you doing Ginny, Ron?"
"We're fine," Ron said looking at the ground, as Ginny remained quiet. Lupin just gave a small nod in response and silence soon filled the room again.
"What have the healers said?" Mrs. Weasley asked as her gaze fell on Clara.
"Well, they say she was hit with some disarming charm first and then she was it with a curse… they still aren't sure with what. They also think she was hit in the head with something large which induced this sort of muggle coma."
"What have they said about her healing? How long is it going to take?" Hermione asked, speaking for the first time since they had entered the hospital.
Lupin bit his lip as Gretchen answered, "They aren't sure… They have predicted that she will gain conscious in about three to four months. For now all they can do is monitor her."
Mrs. Weasley looked and shook her head sadly while saying "It's just so horrible."
"It never should have happened," Moody said in a gruff voice, "Her partner should've been there to help." He then cast an extremely ugly look in Aberforth's direction.
"Alastor, we have already been over this," Aberforth said in his usual cold manner.
"That does not mean I am just going to drop the suspicions," Moody growled back.
"You two can discuss it later, there are other people here." Gretchen said casting the two wizards a disapproving look and Harry knew exactly what she had meant by it. This, whatever Moody was so upset about, was something that they weren't supposed to hear. What had happened?
Moody and Aberforth both ignored her warning much to Harry's delight (after all, he wanted to know what was going on) and the two continued their bickering.
"I was working on decoding the document Alastor," Aberforth said coolly in the manner of someone merely commenting on the weather.
"You were supposed to be with your partner meeting the Weasley boy to discuss the matter at hand."
"Clara wished to go alone."
"You have some nerve boy playing us all for fools. Your brother may have taken you in with wide arms but know right now that I don't trust you at all."
The whole room was now focused on the two men's argument that was becoming more heated by the second. Lupin, Gretchen, and Tonks were seemingly frustrated, but everyone else was mildly interested because of their lack of knowledge.
"Moody, we all trust Aberforth. He is the one who made the discovery in the first place." Tonks said.
What discovery was that? Harry was dieing to know.
"You lot leave… this is not meant for you to hear,"Lupin said loudly to the teenagers.
"Oh, does it really matter anymore? You think that their innocence is still even intact? Who the hell cares what they know?" Aberforth fired back.Lupin looked shocked, as did everyone else.
"Don't take that tone with anyone, boy," Moody growled as he stepped menacingly close to Aberforth while he gritted his teeth.
"WOULD YOU ALL JUST STOP?"Mrs. Weasleyyelled, causing the whole room to fall quiet. "My son isdeadand my sister is on her death bed and all you can do is fight? have you no respect at all? I am worried about my family, not your personal problems!"
Lupin and Gretchen shifted nervously, as Moody and Aberforth continued to look dangers at each other. A small sob escaped from Mrs. Weasley's mouth, as the Weasley children stared at her in shock. Her sister? Clara was their aunt?
"Maybe not, Molly. But I think they should know whyyour beloved son and your children's brother was killed… because this is a man that cannot be trusted… even if Dumbledore thinks he can be," Moody growled as he hobbled over to the door and exited.
The word stuck out to Harry like a sore thumb.
Trust.
'Trust is your weakness, and you will soon see just how much.'
Trust… that was Dumbledore's weakness.
Was this what Voldemort had meant? Was Dumbledore wrong to trust his own brother? Had Percy and Clara paid for Dumbledore's weakness with their lives?
Gretchen consoled a rather shaken Mrs. Weasley, as Lupin pulled the teens aside.
"What was my mother talking about? Clara can't be my aunt. I have never met her before!" Ron demanded.
"Clara is your aunt... a very long story that your mother will tell you as soon as she is ready. Don not push her right now. This isn't the time for it," Lupin said harshly.
"But what happened?" Ginny inquired.
"We have a right to know!" Ron yelled angrily.
"Clara was there the night your uncles were killed," Lupin replied in a tense voice, "And I don't think Molly ever forgave her... the circumstances wereodd...your mother needs to tell you the rest herself. That's all I can say. Now, you lot keep this to yourselves, understood?"
Everyone nodded slowly,Ron doing so very reluctantly, and Ginny not doing it at all.She waslooking daggers at Lupin and Harry could tell Ginny was not about to takeLupin's response for an answer.
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The rest of the break was slightly less stressful then the beginning of it had been. Ron and Ginny had become more themselves and they continued to brighten up throughout the course of the break, despite the new discovery of a long lost family memeber. Lupin was scarcely seen since he never left Clara's bedside except for the dead of night to catch only an hour of sleep. Mrs. Weasley pulled herself up and began to tend to the children and other order members, being the strong woman that she was (though she still managed to avoid answering any questions about Clara). Fred and George, Bill, Charlie, and Mr. Weasley were all becoming more cheerful and back to themselves as well. Of course, Harry and Hermione could both easily see that each member of the family was still suffering, which was understandable. Time was the greatest healer of all wounds… all they needed was time.
The trio had loads of spare time, which they spent playing chess, (Hermione mostly did her holiday homework), exploding snaps, and, of course, talking about the half-blood prince.
They mostly spent each day in the drawing room that they had all fixed up the previous Christmas break, playing games or peering over text. On many occasions they discussed the war in general and what could it could possibly all mean. Wednesday morning was one of those times.
"Let's go over what we know already," Hermione suggested as the trio all sat in the empty drawing room on a crisp December morning.
"Sure," Ron said half-heartedly.
"Okay well we know first Voldemort has been personally killing muggles, which is really strange," Harry added.
"And kidnapping muggles," Ron interjected
"Then Neville told Harry part of the prophecy, about the half-blood prince," Hermione said while frowning.
"We've assumed that half-blood prince guy is the real weapon, but what still aren't sure what he does."
"Well wait a minute, lets be logical. If he is truly royalty then he must have some pull with government somewhere making him powerful," Hermione said shrugging.
"But that doesn't make any sense…how can that be used as a weapon?"
"Harry, it does make sense. Think about it… for all we know this half-blood prince may be in control of a huge kingdom with a lot of influence. Maybe whoever has him as an ally will eventually defeat the other."
"But what is so special about him? That's what I don't get."
"Well, Neville didn't hear the whole prophecy… When prophecy balls break, you only hear a snippet. I am guessing that there is more to the prophecy, more that will help us figure this all out. We just have to find it."
"And how do you plan on doing that? The order won't just have it lying on the dinner table," Ron said with a smirk.
"No, but that doesn't mean it isn't here somewhere. I certainly am not going to give up hope."
There was a bit of silence after this as the three began brooding about their next topic of discussion.
"What do you two make of the attack?" Ron asked timidly, obviously still a little sore about Percy's death. Harry and Hermione had both been dying to discuss it but they hadn't mentioned it. The last thing they wanted to do was upset Ron.
"Well, Moody said that Percy and Clara knew something that they shouldn't have known. Do you think they knew who the half-blood prince was?" Harry asked.
"Maybe… but I kind of doubt it. I think that the whole order knows about the half-blood prince. I think that they knew something else."
"Like what?" Ron questioned
"Like the identity of the spy," Hermione said smirking, "I don't care what anyone tries to say… There is one in the order. I can't believe Dumbledore isn't seeing it."
"Moody seems to think it is Aberforth… I still don't know what to make of that," Harry said frowning.
"That was a bit interesting when they got into that spat right in front of us." Ron said.
"Yes it was… and I think it was really important. I really want to know just what document Aberforth was decoding, and what his discovery was that Tonks was talking about."
A knock suddenly echoed through the barren drawing room. The three exchanged surprise glances.
"Err… come in." Ron said unsurely.
The door opened revealing Mrs. Weasley. "Breakfast is done you three, come eat it now before it gets cold… and before Fred and George wake up. Heavens knows that when those two wake and get themselves down here there won't be any food left after their finished."
"Okay, mum. We're coming," Ron said standing up and going to the door to exit the drawing room as Harry and Hermione followed his lead.
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With all of the spare time that Harry had due to the great glories of no school and the art of procrastination (he still had loads of holiday schoolwork) he had time to enjoy Sirius's pensive. On Wednesday night, he stole away to the room that he and Ron shared directly after super, making up some excuse about having to do his homework. ("It's about time," was all Hermione had to say, and Harry had the fleeting suspicion that Ron didn't mind spending some alone time with Hermione).
Harry made his way up the stairs and turned into the first room on the left. He entered the familiar room and retrieved the great leather bound book. Harry flopped down on the small bed and opened the shell pensive and activated it immediately. He again got to his normal posture when watching a memory as he laid flat on his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.
He then used his wand to select the memory labeled Middle Part II. The familiar swirling of purple again continued as the memory came into play.
The Middle Part II (Shell pensive again. Yay! Harry's POV in parenthesis.)
James had been planning for Valentines Day two weeks in advance. It was to be his last attempt to get Evans. After all, they were in seventh year, ready to graduate and had their whole lives before them. If she didn't want James, he had no choice but to move on. It was now Valentines Day, and it was all going to unfold, for better or for worse.
Sirius, who had been the mastermind behind the devious scheme, – in al reality he only had the idea as for the setting in which the scheme would take place - was sitting in the common room under James invisibility cloak without the knowledge of anyone (Harry only saw an empty common room. Where is Sirius? This is his memory after all.) The common room was empty as everyone else was eating dinner, were he was supposed to be according to the plan. But if Potter thought that Sirius was going to miss this, James had another thing coming. This was probably going to either be the best or worst moment in James's life, and not to mention probably the juiciest gossip in Hogwarts… Sirius was going to have front row seats. He had even placed a little wager with Petey… Ten galleons Potter swept her off her feet. Potter had better do it too. Sirius could spare ten galleons, but the fact of losing to Peter would almost kill him. He supposed he could always use a memory revising charm… hopefully Pete hadn't told anyone.
As Sirius was still thinking of how to solve the memory issue if he did indeed lose, James entered with a furious Lily Evans. That certainly was a minus.
"Potter what do you want? I am hungry, make it quick."
"Lily just wait a minute okay. I really need to talk to you." Lily looked a bit confused as she glanced at Potter's serious face. (Harry leaned closer, still wondering where Sirius was – it was his memory… he had to be somewhere - and wondering just what his father had to say.)
"I know that we haven't been exactly on the best of terms lately or ever as far as that goes. But… well I want you to know that well I admit I was immature, but now that we are growing up I just want to put it behind us and start over. I am not saying this just for kicks… but I really mean it." Lily looked even more confused at Potter's sudden maturity. In fact, Sirius was even shocked and had to suppress the urge to laugh out loud. James Potter mature? Hah! Something was definitely not right here. (Harry was a bit surprised and had to wonder what year his parents were in. 7th possibly?)
Lily was quiet and looked much more calm then she had before and James took her hand sweetly saying softly, " Happy Valentines Day," as he put a small box into the palm of her hand. Lily looked a bit concerned as she saw the pink box and Sirius leaned forward, wondering what she would do. She had to like it after all. It was so Evans… fit her perfectly.
Lily opened the box hesitantly as though she was expecting some sort of prank to be pulled, which was probably in all honesty very clever of her. However, James had different things in mind.
Inside there was a small ring and Lily had to let out a gasp as she saw the ring. The band was a white gold, and the ring itself was a gorgeous opal with the silver enclosing it on the sides. Even from where Sirius was sitting, he could see the light hit the stone showing the exotic pink, and crisp greenish-blue that covered the smooth white stone that was cut in a perfectly straight square. (Harry had to admit the ring was attractive looking and not too gaudy. Part of him wondered what had ever happened to it.) When James had seen that ring in Diagon Ally during Christmas break, he knew that he had to buy it for Lily and he had dragged Sirius into the horrible jewelry shop.
Lily looked up, lost for word as she looked into James's eyes and Sirius saw something extremely odd occur. Lily seemed to be reading James… She seemed to be looking right through him, as though she could see his soul. (It looked as though his mother was reading his dad's thoughts… Then he remembered what Dumbledore had said about his mum being able to read people's eyes just like he himself could. Was his mother possibly reading that his dad really was in love with her?)
Sirius was utterly confused and without any warning, Lily flung her arms into James's head of messy hair and kissed him without any holding back. Sirius gapped at the two and had to fight the urge to cover his eyes as the two snogged uncontrollably. (Harry was shocked that his mother had just flung herself at his dad like that, and they began to kiss. He wasn't sure if he should just look away, or completely close his eyes, but he feared missing something important.)
Sirius definitely had to buy an opal for the next girl he dated if this was the kind of response that one got. A smile then crossed Sirius face. He had beat Peter. Hah! He then did a slight sitting-victory dance, which unfortunately caused the cloak to fall of him, exposing him. (Harry laughed out loud as he caught sight of Sirius materialize out of nowhere sitting on the couch doing a little dance) Lily, of course had to open her eyes at that precise moment a she quickly jerked away from James.
"Sirius!"
"Err… Hello! Don't mind me. I'll be off to eat, you can continue snogging," Sirius said as he fetched the invisibility cloak and fled out the portrait hole with James glaring at him. Sirius then continued his victory dance has he made his way down to the great hall, a grin spreading across his face. Take that Pettigrew!
With that the memory ended and Harry went to sleep in rather good spirits.
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Harry awoke Christmas morning to Ron and Hermione standing over him, shaking him while saying, "Harry time to get up."
"Stop, I am sleeping," he groaned in response.
"Honestly Harry you went to sleep at 8:00. You've had twelve hours of sleep… get up." Hermione said laughing.
"Hurry up, mum's got Christmas breakfast ready. There won't be any left if you don't get up soon," Ron said as he and Hermione made their way to the door… holding hands. He had obviously missed something last night.
Harry stretched and sat up, and quickly changed into a fresh pair of clothes and made his way down to the breakfast table.
Many of the order members were gathered, as well as some of the Weasley family (Bill and Charlie had left Tuesday night) and Harry sat down in between Ginny and Ron. The great spirits that Harry had been in the previous night had now vanished, as everyone seemed to be brooding about one thing: Percy's death. It wasn't the first holiday without him, but that seemed to make it harder then ever. He had been on bad terms with the family for quite sometime and had just begun to see that the Order was on the good side, but now they would never be able to fully set aside the different views they once had. It was too late now.
The meal began in silence as everyone helped themselves to large helpings of food (Tonks accidentally spilled her glass causing some commotion on the other end of the table). Harry was glad to see that Lupin was present and Harry gave him a smile, which Lupin returned. Harry had never known for sure what exactly had happened between Clara and Lupin in their pasts but he did know that something had and that Lupin still had feelings for her now. He looked horrible, and Harry knew it had nothing to do with a full moon coming soon.
The food itself was enjoyable even if the setting of the feast was highly uncomfortable. As Soon has everyone, all thirteen of them, had finished Gretchen rose first and was about to help Mrs. Weasley with the dishes as Lupin signaled for her to wait and she sat back down. Harry had noticed something when Gretchen had stood… She had a pin on her robes that was identical to the one Sirius gave him. However, his attention was quickly diverted back to the subject at hand
"This been an extremely hard time for all of us," he said quietly looking around at all of the sad faces, "For me, it has helped put my life into perspective… to see what is really important. We must treasure every minute we have on this earth with people we love and a great cause we believe in." Lupin stopped beaming at everyone.
"To Percy and Clara," he said raising his glass.
"To Percy and Clara," everyone echoed rising there own goblets and Harry noticed that Tonks did so with two hands as not to spill hers again. He smiled, and looked at Ron and Hermione. Lupin was right… treasure every moment, with loved ones. You never knew when your time would come to go… and Harry's case he feared that it would be sooner rather then later.
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After the breakfast, Harry, Hermione and Ron all exchanged their gifts for each other as well as opening a few from others. Harry was rather pleased with his gifts. He had gotten a book titled The Defense Guide, from Hermione, which was an interesting book about all of the different hexes and curses one may use in order to protect themselves. "It should be fun to practice them in the D.A.," Hermione said matter-of-factly as Harry just smirked.
He had gotten another pair of socks from Dobby, how they managed to get to Grimmauld place, Harry had no idea. Ron gave him a stash of Honeydukes chocolate line and a case of butterbeer. Hagrid had just written saying that his present would be delivered to him when Hagrid returned, which was to be expected very soon. Harry was a bit uneasy that Hagrid had used the word 'delivered' like it was some large animal. Knowing Hagrid it probably was.
Lupin's present was by far the most useful. It was a set of quill and fancy stationary. Harry was very grateful each of his presents but found himself like Luna's the best. It was a mini set (the balls all about the size of a small bouncy ball) of the quidditch set complete with bludgers and bats. There was a snitch that was magically conjured to fly around at break neck speed, and Harry, Ron and Ginny spent hours playing against each other in the drawing room, with Hermione watching amused.
And so they break came to a close and the first week of January broke through with Ron and Harry hastily finishing the school work they had so nicely put off until the last minute. Harry, however, had another matter of business that he had to tend to. Gretchen and the pin. He retrieved his and set off looking for her, only to find her in the kitchen eating some of the substance that she had earlier claimed to be kiro. "Hello, Harry," she said as she saw him enter the kitchen.
"Hello… err Gretchen do you… I mean can I have a word?"
"Of course," she said setting her knife and fork down on the table.
"Sirius gave me this…" Harry said as he held out his hand, displaying the small pin, "and I couldn't help but notice that you have the exact same one. I was wondering if maybe you could tell me exactly what it is."
Gretchen looked shocked as she saw the pin, and her face suddenly wore a sad smile. "I gave that to Sirius, on his 14th birthday. It means "Good Luck" or "Fortunate". It has special protection wards that protect the person wearing it… you normally give one to the person you love," Gretchen said with a slight catch in her voice. She had given it to Sirius? 'How's a certain third year doing?' Harry remembered Lupin asking Sirius in the shell pensive. Was Gretchen that third year? It made sense…
"It also has a secret compartment in it called a secret safe… you open in like this." Gretchen took the pin and spun a little dial on the back of it, which Harry hadn't even noticed. A small click sounded, and the front of the pin clicked off completely, and inside there was a small piece of parchment folded. A mischievous smile crossed Gretchen's face.
"What do you say Harry? Should we take a peek at Sirius's secrets?"
A/N: OH! My first official cliffhanger I do believe. I am so proud. GAH! This chapter took forever to write. Gretchen is so hard to write, she is just so complex it's hard. I believe I also had writer's block for the first time ever and it was awful! I hope it never happens again. I wasn't too happy with this chapter… it is slightly boring (I had writers block bear with me) but it is all pretty important, what with Aberforth and Moody bickering Order is beginning to split. The shell pensive was just kind of thrown in there for mere entertainment purposes, and isn't too important. Thanks to Star for the great suggestion. I am really interested to hear any theories about a) who the spy is b) who the half blood prince is c) Any thing else you think may eventually happen in this story. I have decided that I am no longer going to have 30 chapters (sorry!) because I want to keep the plot moving and not have it slow down like it did in this chapter. It will probably be more around 25 chapters. Thank you for reading! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
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Preview for next chapter: Hagrid comes back! More LLHP, RWHG action… what did you expect?