Dark Days Pass But Are Never Forgotten
By: LogicalRaven
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Well…..I didn't have much time this week to concentrate on the advancement of my plot. This chapter is more of a resolution of the Harry/Cho relationship. Don't worry I'm not done with either of these characters just yet, but I think everyone will agree with me that they are in desperate need of a break. You'll just have to wait and see if the paths of life will lead them back to one another.
The final scenes in this chapter are dedicated to all the Eros haters. I hope you enjoy. I would have made it more satisfying, but Harry can't really hex a Auror while he's training can he????
The next chapter will really move quickly. They'll be lots of Malfoy, Steppin and even a little Fudge. Thanks again to all the support, everyone is amazing!!!!
Keep Reading and Reviewing…..
And remember almost nothing is my own..
On another note. If anyone is interested in some more recommended reading I have a story you might want to check out.
The author, Rayven, has contacted me and ask permission to use my plot as a background for his/her after Hogwarts Story….so if you want to read more about December, Noel and all the rest of my character and J.K. Rowlings characters check out the story:
The Hunt for Death Eaters
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It is a good story, but my plot will probably end up deviating from this story….still it is flattering that someone wanted to use my plots to write another story. Fanfiction based off fan fiction…..will the madness ever end???
Thanks again everybody!!!!
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The First Steps on A Long Road
"It was bloody brilliant! You should have see Swans blatch O'Conner, it was brilliant!" Ron said boastfully as Neville sat wide-eyed listening to his recap of the Quidditch match from the previous evening.
Harry forced a smile. Ron had not a clue that the tickets had come from him, or that they had been a gift from his girlfriend, or currently X girlfriend. Harry had sent them to Ron with a message telling him he had been drawn from a contest of Daily Prophet subscribers.
"Really Harry, I wish you would have come with me. No offense Dean, but it was Harry's birthday," Ron said quickly, before reassuring Dean it was nothing personal.
Harry took a deep breath, "I'm wasn't really in the mood for Quidditch today, but thanks all the same for offering."
"Can you believe I won them? I don't even remember entering a contest at the Daily Prophet," Ron continued, "Well, I did get to talk to Mr. Hammill, he remembered my resume, but said the Cannon's budget just couldn't afford to pay for anymore employees."
Dean snickered lightly, "It wouldn't have anything to do with them not winning a season since 1892."
Ron narrowed his eyes, "They're just having a bit of a dry spell it will wear off."
Dean smiled, "I guess that is going to be your excuse to Hermione when she asks why you aren't getting paid."
Ron eyes widened as he turned back to look at Harry.
"So you took the job?" Harry asked, "But you aren't getting paid for it."
Ron started to turn slightly red, "Well we all have to start somewhere. I'll eventually get paid."
"When they win," Dean laughed.
"So you aren't ever going to get paid," Neville asked seriously, not realizing why Dean and Harry both started laughing.
Ron huffed loudly, "Well, at least I have a job now."
"That isn't a job mate, it's called being taken advantage of. They labeled you a sucker," Dean jeered.
Harry shook his head, "So when…"
"Next week," Ron announced proudly before Harry could finish his question.
Harry gave him a confused look, "I was going to ask when you were planning on telling Hermione."
"Maybe I won't, I mean Hermione has Healer training and all…" Ron started, "It isn't all bad, I got tickets to the upcoming World Quidditch Cup, it takes place in three weeks, Depending on how the game turns out tomorrow against France, England might actually be in it."
It had been four years since the last Quidditch World Cup, which had taken place in England.
"Who in the world wants to travel to Russia to see it though?" Dean asked.
Neville raised his hand in response.
"Well, congratulations Ron," Harry sighed, "I think you should tell Hermione."
"She wouldn't understand," Ron said lowering his head.
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Cho's eyes slowly cracked open as the bright sun beamed in through her window. Her eyes were still swollen and sore as she gave a light stretch though her back. Another morning, and her misery seemed to grow heavier with each passing day.
She wrapped her robe over her nightgown and walked out into the main room of Eros Raymer's flat.
"Morning Beautiful," Eros welcomed as he passed her a cup of hot tea, "Would you like some breakfast?"
Cho shook her head as Eros gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. As she turned her head she caught the sight of white colored bird flying off into the distance and it reminded her of Hedwig, Harry's owl.
"Has any mail come for me?" she asked casually, walking past Eros to take a seat on the couch.
Eros's face frowned for a moment, as he shoved a letter into his robe pocket, "Nothing…. You're thinking Harry might send you an owl."
Cho bit her lip nervously, "It is just unlike him not to even write."
Eros took a seat across from her and placed his hands on her knees, "Is it? I remember when he was in Hogwarts last year, you were out risking your life for him, and he didn't even write you once while you were on mission."
"I told him not to," Cho argued.
Eros touched her cheek softly, "Hell it self could not keep me from writing you if you were my love."
Cho blushed slightly, but didn't smile, "Maybe I should write him."
"He doesn't deserve your grief. Why write him and give him more satisfaction about breaking your heart?" Eros asked as Cho started to rise.
She felt tears brimming in her eyes, "I love him Eros."
"But he doesn't love you," Eros said softly, "He doesn't deserve your love Cho."
Eros's words felt like a hot dagger burning into her heart. Eros was right; Harry didn't love her. Still she felt she was the one who didn't deserve him.
"I bought you a present," Eros smiled as he rushed off to the kitchen and came back with a golden box, "The delivery owl just dropped it off."
Cho looked slightly taken back, "You shouldn't have."
"But I wanted to. You seemed so torn lately, I wanted to do something to make things better for you," Eros said gently, urging her to open the box.
Cho slowly slid the lid off the box and revealed a bright crimson dress robe, more breathtaking than anything Cho had ever seen, "Oh, this must have cost you a fortune."
"You're worth it to me. I wanted you to look nice tonight," Eros said taking it from her hands and holding it against her body.
"What's tonight?" Cho asked skeptically.
Eros smiled softly, "It's a surprise, but I know you'll love it."
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The day was shining down on London and Harry saw the small white shape flying back towards his window. Across the street were a couple of hiding Daily Prophet reports waiting for another breaking story in the life of Harry Potter. He hadn't read the paper for a few days; afraid he might read about his and Cho's break-up.
He still was in disbelief. Nobody knew that the two were official apart. Hermione had her suspicious, but she had been distracted from pursuing them when Dean had informed her of Ron's new marketing position with the Chudley Cannons.
Harry moved back away from the window and allowed Hedwig to come soaring in. His letter to Cho was absent from her scroll holder. No response.
"So you found her?" Harry asked his white owl.
Hedwig hooted softly as if to answer, but Harry knew that was as much as he could get from his pet. As much as he wanted to know exactly where Cho was at, he knew Hedwig couldn't very well tell him.
A small knock on the door caused Harry to look up. Cho use to knock on the door about that softly when she was trying to get Harry's attention.
"Harry, are you awake?"
The voice did not belong to Cho Chang, but to Neville Longbottom, "Professor Tonks is here to see you."
Harry sighed, "Thanks Neville, tell her I'll be right down."
Neville nodded as he trodden away. Harry had to stop himself from wondering how Neville was better at a relationship then he was. After all, things were moving wonderfully with Neville and Padma Patil.
Harry followed the hallway and stairs down into the parlor where she was sitting, "There you are. I guess you heard the news."
Harry shook his head in confusion, completely unaware of what Tonks was talking about, "You know, what they reported in the Prophet today. I've talked to O'Riley and it is true. Apparently Skeeter was suppose to release the article days ago, must have been digging up more dirt to publish."
"They didn't report what I think they did…" Harry said slowly, hoping Tonks would reveal something more before he had to ask her a point blank question.
Tonk smiled brightly, "Can you believe it, Dumbledore, after all these years."
"What about Dumbledore?" Harry asked finally, feeling slightly relieved that it wasn't about him and Cho.
"He's running for Minister," Tonks explained as she crossed her legs, almost kicking over the coffee table in the process.
Harry eyes grew wide, "He is?"
"Ron told me he's already chased Steppin away from here nine times this morning. He probably wants to resign so he can go work for Dumbledore's campaign. Of course the Prophet had their own little spin to the story. They say the only reason Dumbledore is running is because he's wanting to be back in the spotlight. I mean before you, he was the most famous wizard alive. Ridiculous if you ask me," Tonks continued, "Enough small talk, have you been practicing?"
Harry grinned nervously and lied, "Yes."
Tonks shook her head, "Good, because this first assessment it very important. Moody has worked up a mission he wants you to work with me on. Now, you won't be involved with all of it, but some of it you could find to be a useful learning experience."
"A low raid type thing?" Harry asked.
Tonks shook her head, "Now they'll be plenty of those, but no. You are one of the few of your status that has Occlemency experience; it could prove useful in this particular case. I can't reveal the details yet, but I think you'll be excited about it."
"When can you tell me what it is?" Harry questioned.
Tonks smiled as her lips changed suddenly to accent her morphed teeth, "As soon as you pass your assessment."
Harry nodded, "I best be getting back to practicing then."
"I would offer to help, but I'm sure Miss Chang is providing you a great deal of service," Tonks said quickly.
Harry frowned, "Actually, I think she went back to the Academy."
Tonks looked at Harry for a moment, "No, she isn't at the Academy, I just came from there. I had a meeting with December O'Riley."
Harry lowered his head, "Oh, well I'm sure she's fine."
Tonks nodded quickly, "You know how to reach me if you need any help."
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Cho smiled nervously as Eros reached for her hand to steer her down the streets of Hogmeade. She glanced at the brilliant crimson material of her new dress robes, feeling completely over dressed. The last time she had been in a dress robe was at the initiation of Harry into the Order of Merlin. Cho's smile died instantly at the thought of Harry.
"You look amazing tonight," Eros whispered as he held the door open to Dito's Fine Wizarding Dining, private rooms available .
Cho lowered her head down to her robes and pushed out a few wrinkles, "I do feel a bit overdressed."
"You look breathtaking. I don't think anyone has ever looked more stunning," Eros continued as he steered her though the door with a hand on her lower back.
Harry never thought so , Cho thought sadly.
"Ah, Mr. Raymer, your guests have already arrived. I'll show you to your table," a tall well-groomed wizard greeted with a slight bow.
"Guests?" Cho questioned, glancing at Eros.
She didn't have to wait for him to answer her question. The greeting wizard opened a door to a rather impressive banquet room. Cho's parents were sitting happily talking to Eros's parents.
"We haven't had a chance to get our families together since…" Eros whispered as he notice Cho's nervous expression.
Cho sighed, "Since Ran died…"
"Cho dear, you looked wonderful," Mrs. Raymer said quickly as she reached over to give Cho a brief hug and kiss.
"You look wonderful as well Mrs. Raymer," Cho replied politely.
"Mariah, please call me Mariah," Mrs. Raymer replied as she engulfed her son in a hug.
Eros Raymer Jr., Eros Raymer the III's father, grabbed Cho's hand a planted a quick kiss on it, "You're a beautiful as your mother."
"Eros, you really are too kind," Mrs. Chang said with a light blush.
Mr. Raymer pulled a chair out for Cho to take her seat and she silently thanked him with a quick nod.
Mr. Chang finished his greeting with Eros the III and the three standing gentlemen took their seat.
"Can I get you two anything to drink?" asked a waiter that had suddenly appeared.
Cho started to say something, but Eros cut her off, "I'll have a red current rum, and Miss. Chang will have a gillywater."
The waiter nodded and walked off to retrieve the order.
Cho smiled as she leaned over towards Eros, "I don't really like gillywater."
Eros smiled sweetly at her, "I thought perhaps something less than fire whiskey tonight love."
His voice sent chills down her back, making her stomach twist painfully.
"So Cho dear, I hear that you and Mr. Potter have decided to go your separate ways," Mrs. Raymer started, "Probably for the best, it would be hard for anyone who had been though as much as that lad to have a successful relationship. Especially with him running for Minister of Magic, he has my vote of course, but the pressure he must feel."
Cho held her breath, willing her tears not to surface at the mention of Harry's name.
"The boy is nothing but trouble," Si Chang said bitterly waving his hand, signaling he wanted to end the conversation.
"Oh Si,, nobody will ever be good enough for your daughter," Mrs. Raymer laughed.
Si smiled broadly, "Well, there is one man I think would be perfect for my daughter."
Eros smiled broadly as he placed a warm hand on top of Cho's, which was lying on the table. Cho glanced down slowly, as she felt a sinking sensation origination in the pit of her stomach; she quickly dropped her napkin for an excuse to get out of Eros's touch.
"Oh, don't they make just a lovely couple Kim?" Mrs. Raymer said with a motherly smirk, "It was like they were meant to be."
Eros smile proudly making another reach from Cho's hand, but Cho frowned.
"Eros and I aren't together like that," Cho explained quickly.
"Oh Cho dear, don't be silly. You and Eros are meant to be, anybody could see that," Mrs. Eros continued taking another sip of her selected beverage.
"Ran would have wanted it this way," Mr. Chang said swiftly, his strong Asian accent seeping through.
Cho narrowed her eyes at her father as Harry's words surged through her veins, "Ran Ting would have wanted to see me happy, father."
"Cho," Mr. Chang warned, rising to his daughters temper but it was too late.
"Don't Cho me father. I'm not a child anymore. I'm so tired of always trying to please you. Do you realize the reason Harry and I are over is because he couldn't stand you?" Cho said her voice rising with each passing syllable, "You've ruined everything I've ever wanted! I love Harry! Why can't you just accept it? I love him father, I LOVE HIM!"
"You are too young to know who you love. Eros is good for you. He is a smart match," Mr. Chang said dangerously.
"Good for me? What do you know about what is good for me? You're only satisfied if it is what you've chosen for me. Cedric wasn't even good enough, I remember when you said it was better off for me that he died…..Do you think I forgot how cold you where? Telling me I was wasting my tears!" Cho said with an uncontrolled rage as the tears streamed down her face. "I'm not dating Eros! I'm not dating anybody!"
The entire table was frozen as Cho slammed her napkin into her table. For a moment she looked like she was about to explode again, and then she turned on her heels and ran towards the door.
She made it as far as the streets of Hogmeade before she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder.
"You really love him that much?" Eros Raymer asked looking deeply into Cho's wet eyes.
Cho nodded, "I do…"
Eros lowered his head with a sigh, "Do I mean nothing to you?"
"Eros, you're my mentor. You are one of the most important people in my life," Cho sobbed.
Eros chest expanded as he took in a deep breath, "I love you Cho Chang. I have loved you since we were kids. I swore my heart to you when Ran died, and I have never deserted that oath. You have always owned my heart."
Cho sobbed louder, "I already gave my heart away."
"To Harry?" Eros asked.
Cho nodded, avoiding Eros's eyes.
"Cho," Eros said softly whipping a strand of her hair from her face, "You've been hurt so much. Why won't you let me take the pain away?"
Cho started to speak when her voice caught in her throat. Eros's arms wrapped tightly around her waist and his lips seized hers. Cho's heart bled with pain as the familiar sensations sent emotions surging through her. Although her mind told her Eros was the one she was meant to be with, her heart told her something completely different.
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It seemed like Harry's vacation passed faster than he could blink his eyes. Suddenly Harry found himself back at the Academy, unpacking his belongings and settling back into his crowded room.
Michel and Terry had traveled with him, and the three of them were the first ones back. The assessments were to take place in the morning, meaning they had one more night to practice before their fates, as professionals, were decided.
Harry wanted to practice his assessments requirements. He knew he should, but an Asian Auror wouldn't leave his thoughts. Cho still hadn't returned any of his letters. He hadn't even heard from her since the night before his birthday. Now that he was back at Auror Academy he was sure to see her. He was positive he just needed to talk to her. If he could just explain and apologize then everything would be okay again.
Nobody knew about the break-up but Hermione, who had pushed it out of him finally. Hermione had assured Harry she felt everything would be okay once he had apologized to Cho. Although Harry wasn't keen on apologizing, the idea of everything getting back to they way they were, was enough motivation.
"You're doing it again," Michael said as he waved his hand in front of Harry's face.
Harry shook his head and sighed, "I've just got a lot on my mind."
"Like the up coming elections?" Terry asked.
There was yet another secret in Harry's mind. He had his entire vacation to set the record straight with both George Steppin and the Daily Prophet about his candidacy, and he hadn't even tried.
Tonks had made it very clear that Dumbledore was running for Ministry of Magic to give Harry and out. The Prophet did what it was good at; it turned a few facts into an overstretched juicy story. The way the Prophet was painting Dumbledore made the screaming picture of Mrs. Black seem more appealing. Albus Dumbledore was an old overrated wizard who was suffering from being the center of attention. The overrated has been was suffering from disillusions of his younger years and had no more interest in the future and good will of the wizarding the community then he Dark Lord himself.
Dumbledore had yet offered to meet with Harry, nor had he spoken to the paper about his bid to run for the position since the initial release of his statement.
"Are you running or not?" Michael asked, "Did you even talk with that Steppin character?"
"No," Harry said flatly, "I really didn't have a chance to, Ron kept chasing him off."
"So you are or aren't running?" Michael pushed.
Harry sighed, "I don't know anymore. I mean maybe I should run…. at least I wouldn't have to worry about wizards like Malfoy getting out of Azkaban."
"Dumbledore wouldn't let him out either," Terry pointed out.
"I'm not so sure. Dumbledore is very forgiving," Harry sighed.
"How was everybody's holiday?" Susan asked as she made her way into the quaint room and dropped her bag onto her bed.
Michael shrugged and Terry smiled and gave a polite, "Good, how was yours."
"It was alright I suppose. I did get a lot of studying accomplished," Susan said with a nod, "Master Hillup was there everyday to help me, at my Auntie request I'm sure."
"I saw a lot of Master Blackfoot too," Michael sighed, "Strange bloke, but you didn't hear me say that."
Harry let out a slight chuckle at Michael's comment, remembering his time with Odin Blackfoot as his monitor at Hogwarts last year very vividly.
"I'm sorry about what happened between you and Cho, Harry," Susan said softly as she turned to the messy haired boy.
Harry's face fell slightly as he attempted to avoid the question.
"What happened between Harry and Cho?" Michael asked.
Susan gave Michael an odd look.
"They don't know," Harry finally answered, "I haven't told anybody except Hermione."
"Hermione didn't tell me, my auntie did," Susan said answering Harry's implied question, "She saw the Changs and Raymers having dinner in Hogmeade."
"Raymer?" Harry said
"Cho's mentor," Susan explained, as if it needed an explanation, "Si Chang told my Aunt Amelia that you and Cho breaking up made him extremely happy. He had a few more words to say about the issue, but she decided not to elaborate on them."
"I'm glad Mr. Chang is pleased," Harry said bitterly.
"When did you and Cho call it quits?" Michael asked, "Dean told me…err."
Harry narrowed his eyes, "Dean's mouth is too big for his own good."
"So you and Cho didn't?" Michael asked bravely.
"It isn't any of your bloody business," Harry spat, he threw his shoulder past Michael and headed towards the entrance. Ignoring what his friends might be thinking his response meant.
The passageway was empty so Harry found it easy to fume without disturbances. He completely forgot that he was supposed to meet his mentor in the practice room that evening or that he had an assessment in the morning that would determine his future as an Auror. The only thing he cared about at the moment was the fact that his girlfriend had dumped him and run off with someone he hated almost as much as he hated Draco Malfoy.
Harry was completely blinded by his anger, as the feeling rage swam in his stomach. Then the worst thing he could possibly encounter smacked him in the face. Suddenly Cho Chang was standing in the main room with her arms crossed over her chest with Eros Raymer beaming down on her.
Harry's heartbeat pounded louder and louder as he felt his hand reach for his wand. All logic seemed irrelevant. He wanted nothing more than to hex Eros Raymer into a toad or worse a bubbling pile of slime.
Cho cracked a smile as Eros apparently made a joke and a little color flushed to her cheeks. He was making her smile and laugh. Harry couldn't remember the last time he had made her smile and laugh.
"CHO!" Harry barely recognized his voice as he called out her name.
Cho's eyes widened as Harry quickly approached with a look of fury in his eyes. Harry had to use every ouch of self control as he saw Eros Raymer moved in front of Cho to shield her.
"Is this why you haven't answered any of my letter?" Harry demanded coldly.
Cho narrowed her eyes, "What are talking about, I haven't received any letters."
"Leave her alone Potter," Eros warned pulling Cho out of Harry's eyesight.
Harry drew his wand out dangerously, "This has nothing to do with you Raymer."
"Like hell it doesn't. Maybe you get special treatment from everyone else in the Ministry because of who you are, but you aren't going to hurt Cho anymore," Eros responded, curling his lip in a way that reminded Harry of Snape.
"You've been keeping my letters from her haven't you? You bastard," Harry swore, losing control of his rage.
"You're damn right I have," Eros retorted.
The two boys were both staring at each other in the eyes, only inches apart. It was almost inevitable what was going to happen next.
"Will you two stop," Cho pleaded, tugging on Eros's arm, "Stop it!"
But her small voice was all but lost.
"You've been trying to steal her away from me since she became your student," Harry whispered dangerously.
Eros shook off Cho's tug, "You never deserved her. I didn't have to steal her, you pushed her away."
"You'll regret ever coming between us," Harry threatened.
"Harry…..please don't" Cho said now trying to turn her pleas towards Harry.
"What are you going to do, Potter?" Eros taunted.
Cho's hands flew up her mouth as Harry's fist made contact with Eros's cheek. Eros face twisted violently as his blood splattered across Cho's robes. Eros turned his head back towards Harry with mild expression.
"Typically of you, Potter, resorting to muggle ways."
Cho tears were now streaming down her face, her voice too weak to beg them to stop.
Harry's shaking temper was pushed over the edge as his wand hand rose to the center of Eros's chest.
"Harry!"
He barely made out the new voice that was approaching. Cho's was pulling on his wand arm trying to get him to lower his wand when the word rang out in the distance.
"Stupefy."
A bolt of red light came hurling towards Harry as he felt an impact strike him in the center of the back. His eyes closed and everything went black.
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"Unacceptable, I've never seen such behavior in the walls of the Academy. I'm very disappointed in you Raymer, being a Rank 12 Auror I expect more of you…"
Harry's eyes flickered open as he saw a towering December O'Riley standing over him.
"And you Noel, under not circumstances are you to attack your fellow Aurors in training. If Potter would have attack Raymer, he would have faced the consequences, you should not have interfered. We do not attack one another. Our whole organization is based on trust, and you cannot trust someone who hurls hexes at your back."
Cho caught sight of Harry as he stirred as she broke free from Eros's side, "Are you alright?"
"Harry Potter, is it true you raised a wand against Master Raymer?" December asked sternly as he propped himself up on his elbows.
"Yes I did," Harry said heavily feeling a pounding sensation growing in his head.
Cho looked up at December and stole a quick glance at Eros, "It wasn't entirely Harry fault….Eros did provoke him."
Eros didn't seem phased by Cho's betrayal in loyalty.
December glanced down at Harry then back up at Eros and sighed, "I'm not naïve and will not attempt to be, but personal issues cannot become a problem with the Auror organization. I suggest you all reach a compromise."
"This issue is resolved," Eros said firmly as he helped Cho forcibly to her feet, "Cho, we need to finish the preparations for our next raid."
Cho glanced back down at Harry before nodding at Eros and following him out of the main area and out of sight.
Harry's rage returned almost immediately as he pictured Raymer comforting Cho.
"You stunted me!" Harry turned towards Noel O'Riley who was looking at him with a bitter expression, "It wasn't any of your business, why couldn't you just stay the hell out of it?"
"I saved your arse. Do you realize what would have happened if you had hexed Master Raymer? Oh, I forgot you're use to making stupid judgment mistakes." Noel said as she matched Harry's tone.
"ENOUGH!" December fumed, "I don't honestly don't care if you two like one another or not. You both will learn to agree and work together peacefully. Whether or not you agree on what the other believes or not."
"So I'm just supposed to sit back and let Raymer walk off with Cho?" Harry reared, feeling like his insides were on fire.
"The issue with you and Cho has nothing to do with you becoming an Auror and should not be brought into your training. Master Raymer is Cho Chang's mentor; therefore he has a right to request her presence at any time he chooses. Right now I am concerned with your issues with your fellow trainee. In the future there will be times in your lives that depend on one another so you must learn to trust and work together," December said.
Harry was so angry he felt his body shaking and the urge to slam his fist into the wall.
"Is that understood?" December demanded glaring at Harry as if daring him to lose control of his temper.
"Whatever you say Master O'Riley," Harry said forcibly through his teeth.
"Noel?" December turned facing her niece.
Noel O'Riley narrowed her eyes, "I didn't do anything Master O'Riley. I merely stopped my fellow trainee from attacking an Auror Rank 12. If those actions have repercussions then I'll face them, but I will not work with someone who refuses to work with or respect me."
"In my office," December O'Riley said in a low dangerous whisper, "Harry, I believe Master Tonks is waiting for you in one of the training rooms. You need to finish your preparations for tomorrow."
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Well, another cliffy of sorts. I'm assuming most of you have figured out what Tonk/Harry's mission is? I won't spoil if for you if you haven't yet.
This chapter was slow because it was a resolution. The next chapter will be one of my
Fasted moving chapters because I'm finally going to start revealing my plot. Thanks for sticking with me this far. I hope this story hasn't been a disappointment so far, and hopefully most of you like this chapter better than my previous one. I'm sorry it is taking so long to set up, but this story is going to take a long time to write and it have a very complicated plot that needed an extremely detailed set-up….just bare with me!!!
NEXT UPDATE: 05-02-04 (maybe sooner)