Dark Days Pass But Are Never Forgotten
By: LogicalRaven
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Nothing is my Own
The Personal is Public
"O'Riley?"
Noel looked up from her crumpled position on the floor, careful to wipe her mouth with the back of her robe, "What do you want?" she hissed.
"Nothing," Eros Raymer said as he looked at her suspiciously before extending his hand to her.
She quickly slapped it away flashing the Auror a cold look.
Eros raised his eyebrows; "One could ask why you're sitting in the corridor at this late hour…"
"Vomiting, what does it look like," Noel snapped, "Master Raymer."
"But why?" Eros said slowly kneeling down beside her.
She shivered as Eros's hand grazed her face, moving a piece of hair.
"Nothing Master Raymer, I think I had a bit of bad pumpkin juice at dinner," Noel said in a low whisper, trying to block the image of what she had just seen out of her mind.
Eros smiled lightly, "It is against your creed as a student to lie to an Auror…"
"I'm not lying," Noel said quickly and defensively.
With a shrug he rose to his feet, "Perhaps I should follow your steps back and see if I can discover what has made you ill for myself."
"Given your history, I'm sure it would," Noel revealed, cutting her eyes over towards the tall Auror, "What are you doing in the halls of the Academy at this late hour, Master. I am unaware you have any students."
Eros smirked, "I did have a student… I like to keep an eye on things."
"For whom?" Noel asked sharply, hoping her tone didn't sound as cross, as it seemed to come off at times.
"You'll learn that the best in our field have contact outside of the Ministry's control. Those contacts do not come without a price," Eros said quickly, his eyes still monitoring the corridor.
"Questionable contacts?" Noel pushed.
Eros returned his gaze towards her, "You're a smart witch. I'm sure you'll figure it all out soon enough."
"What kind of contact?" Noel barked as her eyes filled with curiosity.
Eros smiled as he cocked his head down at her, "Curious, aye? Well, knowledge is another prize that doesn't come cheap."
"Knowledge for knowledge," Noel said hastily, "I'll reveal a secret to you for a price."
"Clever," Eros said softly extending his hand down a second time to help her off the floor, "and beautiful."
"I'm not interested in your flattery comments," Noel reply angrily.
"Sometimes the most beautiful creatures have the most deadly bites," Eros retorted, "What you ask for comes at much more of a price than a simple rumor."
"Potter and Chang are together again," Noel said swiftly, watching him for a reaction.
Eros froze, his face fighting to show emotion, "And this upsets you?"
"No," she lied.
He glanced down at the heap of vomit lying off to the side and smirked, "Of course not…. What was I thinking?"
"Now I get my question answered," Noel demanded.
"I told you, what you ask cost more than a simple rumor. Anyone could claim Potter and Chang are back together," Eros said watching her expression.
Noel narrowed her eyes, "Do you think I would be the type of person to indulge in rumors? What I tell you I have seen with my own two eyes."
"My contacts are anonymous, they give me the information I need when I provide them the information they need," Eros replied simply, "That is all you need to know."
"What kind of information would an Auror need?" Noel asked looking suspiciously at Eros Raymer.
Eros gave her a smug look, "Information to help me better perform my job."
"Naturally," Noel said sarcastically, "I'm sorry to pry, Master Raymer, good evening."
Noel started down the corridor, still feeling sick and weak. The image of Harry and Cho was still fresh on her mind.
"Why would you tell me about Potter and Chang?" Eros called out.
Noel stopped short, "I have my reason, but apparently you aren't interested in my rumor."
"Do you have something against Harry Potter?" Eros pushed.
Noel dropped her head; "I just don't want to see him with her."
Eros's eyes grew wide as a smile stretched across his face, "Why didn't I catch on before. You fancy Potter… amazing."
"I don't fancy anyone," Noel spat.
Eros waved his hand, "You know I don't want to see Cho with Harry together either, though my reason differ slightly from yours."
"Potter's head needs a bit of deflating… I told you this information to see if it did get to the proper sources," Noel said quickly.
Eros nodded, "I have a contact in the office of George Steppin, I'm sure he'd find this information simply delightful."
"That isn't the contact you were referring about though—I seriously doubt George Steppin is beyond anybody's control" Noel said sharply.
Eros shook his head and seized her arm to drag her towards a corner. He whispered, "My contact is inside the dark circle. He's harmless really, just a peon but it allows me to get some strings pulled when necessary. You work closely with Potter, do you not?"
Noel nodded, "My brilliant aunt likes us working together."
"I need someone close to Potter, since that is what my contact is most interested in. The dark circle will do anything to keep Potter from taking office, if you catch my drift."
"They're planning on murdering Harry?" Noel asked looking repulsed.
Eros shook his head, "Don't be silly… that would far too difficult. They want inside information to ruin him in the public's eye. Harry's popularity makes him all but untouchable…"
"Dumbledore makes him untouchable," Noel retorted.
"Can I count on you to be a liaison for me. It would save me the trouble of having to venture into the hall of the Academy at night, risking exposure."
"What do I get out of this arrangement?" Noel asked.
Eros grinned, "You dislike your mentor-- I could ask for a transfer."
"I can live my mentor," she rejected.
"Watch the papers. I'm sure Mr. Chang will be thrilled to learn that Cho is planning on eloping with Potter… This new rekindled love will not last long. And when they are parted, I will hand you Potter's heart, to do what you will with it" Eros offered.
Noel dropped her head as her hand lingered up towards her lips. With a deep breath she nodded, "I'll find out what I can, but I can make no promises. Potter doesn't trust me."
"Then earn his trust. I'm sure you can be very convincing, and I hear you a brilliant potion brewer," Eros suggested.
Noel closed her eyes; "I don't make potions anymore."
"I'll talk to December O'Riley about transferring you over to my guidance. Once you are my student, I can tell you more."
She cut her eyes, "You are a disgrace to the Auror organization… but you offer a tempting deal."
"Until we speak again," Eros said softly into her ear before turning to follow the corridor towards the library.
Vincent Crabbe smirked as he entered the lair of the rising new lord. In the corner sat a hidden face staring at him as he approached.
"I have news for his lordship," Crabbe said quickly as he pulled his hood up a bit to conceal his face.
"Our master is busy… I'll pass on your message," Luna said sharply, wondering what the baboon had managed to discover this time.
"My source… he tells me that an interesting piece of news has been leaked to the Daily Prophet. It appears Potter is still with Chang," Crabbe revealed in a proud voice.
Luna shook her head in annoyance, "Brilliant, and how much did you pay for this rubbish?"
"I have more," Crabbe tried, sounding slightly desperate, "The source of this news comes from Harry Potter's Auror partner, O'Riley."
"December O'Riley?" Luna asked sharply, remembering the Auror well from the past battles.
"No, her niece I think….they're are kin though," Crabbe answered.
"Why would an O'Riley start this rumor?" Luna asked.
"Apparently she doesn't like seeing Potter happy… my source says she could be a valued asset to our cause," Crabbe said sounding calmer.
Luna narrowed her eyes; "I'll pass this information to our master, go."
Vincent Crabbe left the open room, tugging at his cloak like an idiot. He had no tact in the art of secrecy.
Luna waited till he was out of sight before knocking lightly onto the main chamber's door.
"What is it?"
Luna bravely pushed the door open and presented herself with a light bow, "Master, one of our loyal servants has brought news."
Lucius Malfoy had not objected to being called master for some time now, and seemed to enjoy the new title he had been bestowed with. He motioned for Luna to continue.
"It appears we may be able to recruit a new source close to Potter. She is the kin of December O'Riley," Luna said quickly, not raising her head.
Lucius cut his slit like eyes over towards Luna, "Is she loyal?"
"That is unknown, master. I thought perhaps we could use your son to get to her," Luna said softly.
"Crucio."
Luna fell to her knees as the sensation of a hundred white-hot daggers tearing into her skin took her. She had felt the effect of this unforgivable before, she cried only a moment before remembering what caused the pain to stop.
"You're showing more strength… I will take your suggestion," Lucius said swiftly, "Bring Draco to me."
"My lord, it is not safe to approach your son so soon after your staged death," Luna warned softly, her body trembling from the after effects of the curse.
Lucius took a deep breath, and raised his wand again. Luna stood defiant, knowing what was coming next.
"No, you're right," Lucius finally said before taking his seat.
Luna felt relief spread though her, but she dare not move.
"Use that idiot Goyle to contact him again… make it discreet. The sooner my son regain the support of Minister Fudge the sooner we can start to rise to power again," Lucius said with a nod, "Tell Goyle to tell my son to donate to the Ministry 100,000 gallaons. This donation should go to helping catch the remainder of the Dark Lord's servants. As a favor for the donation, tell him to ask Minster Fudge for a tour of the Auror's training facility. We will study our enemies and we will recruit this would be spy to our cause. If she will not come peacefully, she will join us by force."
"Yes my lord," Luna said softly before exiting with a bow.
"No magic in the corridor—next time I'll be forced to hand out detentions," Ginny reprimanded as two third year Hufflepuffs nodded and raced away.
It wasn't an easy task being Head Girl at Hogwarts, but she was managing. It made it worse that Nicholas Stutterfield from Slytherin had been named Head Boy, but things could be worse. He stayed out of her way and she stayed out of his.
Ginny Weasley had received quite a bit of popularity when she returned for her final year of school. She was down right tired to explaining to people she wasn't dating Harry Potter, thanks to the Daily Prophet and Rita Skeeter. In fact, she hadn't even talked to Harry since the World Quidditch Cup, and though against her will, she often wondered how he was doing.
It had been a fiasco after the release of that article. Her mother's exact words were, "I don't care if it was Harry, you aren't going anywhere unsupervised until you are out of this house."
On the other hand her father and brothers had been thrilled, with the exception of Ron, that she had Harry were together. Well, they were thrilled until she had to explain to them that she and Harry weren't together. With all the commotion and confusion, she had failed to tell anyone about her new relationship.
She couldn't believe how quickly she and Oliver Wood had hit it off. A few of her close friends noticed the letters she received every morning at breakfast, telling her about the excitement of the Tornadoes upcoming season. Along with the letters, she'd occasional receive little trinkets from far off lands. In Ginny's mind, it was the perfect type of relationship.
She made her way into the Great Hall where she planned to finish another Quidditch strategy for her teams practice that afternoon.
"Morning, Ginny," Colin greeted in a forced voice.
Ginny offered him a smile. Colin Creevy was not he same happy young man she once remembered. Since his brother's death in their fifth year, Colin had become withdrawn, barely speaking a word to anyone.
"Has the owl post run yet?" Ginny asked Phillis Dort, a fifth year that was sitting across the table.
"Not yet, expecting another letter from Harry Potter?" Phillis asked.
Ginny shook her head, "I don't receive letters from Harry."
Suddenly the Great Hall's sky was filled with owls. The magnificent birds all swooped down, delivering their letters. Ginny caught her letters and package with a smile, setting her quill down to unwrap them.
Ginny,
How is Quidditch going? Is Gryffendor ready for their upcoming match against Slytherin? I've asked for leave so I'll be able to come watch the first match. I'll stay in the village that night, so we can spend your next day at Hogmeade together. Didn't you say the first Hogmeads visit was the day after the Quidditch match? It will be nice to have a conversation with you again, instead of just reading your words. Not that I'm complaining.
I can't wait to see you play. I'm bringing a scout with me to the match… hopefully he'll see your potential and maybe can arrange a tryout for you somewhere for next season.
The team's in France right now playing a few scrimmages against the Parisian Aristocrats. They're a young team, but they have a beater who is deadly accurate. I was knocked unconscious for six hours the other day after a round. Don't worry though I'm fine. I bought a bottle of this perfume I thought you'd like. I can't pronounce it, though my French is getting better. Hope to hear from you soon.
Always,
Oliver
Ginny giggled as she opened the package and took a quick sniff of the fragrance.
"Oh, did Harry Potter get you another present?" Phillis asked.
Ginny sighed as she started to scan her copy of the Daily Prophet.
Potter and Chang: How they Plan to Elope
Ginny froze as her mouth dropped open.
It was a beautiful day from what Cho could make out of her small dormitory window. All of her fellow Auror's trainees were already out on assignment or out enjoying their weekend off. With a smile she packed the last of her belongings. It seemed that the dormitory was becoming less and less crowded. Most of the Aurors in Cho's class had already moved out and only used the dormitory as a crashing point after late night raids. She couldn't help but wonder why she didn't leave her dormitory as well.
"Just my fear of growing up," Cho answered aloud as she sighed, everything seemed so perfect right now.
With a final zip of her bag she pushed it onto her shoulder. She had to stop by December O'Riley's office to make sure she had all her responsibilities taken care of, but her she didn't have any classes on Fridays. Harry however did, and she'd have to wait alone at Grimmauld Place until he was done.
It felt odd to be thinking about seeing Harry again. She had to admit the secrecy of their relationship was exciting. He was being so wonderful; sneaking kissing to her in the corridors, sending her mysterious letters.
Cho sighed again as she got to her dormitory door and started to say the password. It suddenly opened, revealing a familiar face.
"Cho, I was hoping I'd catch you before you left."
Mario Fortez looked completely frustrated as he took her hand and led her over to a study table.
"Have a seat."
"Is something wrong?" Cho asked studying her old friends face.
Mario smiled nervously, "I'm not really sure how to even ask you this…"
"Ask me what?"
"Are you and Potter planning anything this weekend?" Mario asked slowly, watching her expression.
Cho's eyes flew open, "Why would you ask that question?"
"Just curious really… are you?" Mario pushed.
Cho smiled lightly, "Well, yes…but you can't tell anyone."
"Oh," Mario laughed nervously, "it isn't me you ought to worry about telling."
"What do you mean?"
Mario sighed and unrolled a copy of the Daily Prophet out for Cho to read, "Elope?"
"Supposedly you and Potter have been having a secret love affair and were seen in a compromising position in the Academy's library," Mario continued a certain sarcasm to his voice mingled with uncertainty.
Cho shook her head, "Nobody was there but—how could someone have found out…"
"Cho?" Mario said softly.
"We aren't eloping…that is ridiculous," Cho fumed.
"But the two of you are seeing one another again? Mario deduced.
Cho nodded, "We weren't suppose to tell anyone… I bet my father is having a fit."
"Ambassador Chang, losing his head? Never," Mario said lightly, causing Cho to smile a bit.
Cho sighed, "Something odd is going on around here. First Harry gets mysteriously attacked inside the Academy and now…"
"Well, it wasn't all that mysterious now was it," Mario replied casually.
"What do you mean, not mysterious?" Cho asked looking rather surprised.
Mario took a quick breath before explaining, "We couldn't identity any symptoms of the particular curse used…correct?"
Cho nodded.
"And we assume if he were cursed he was hit in the chest, right?" Mario continued.
"Well, that is where the bruising was," Cho agreed.
"Well, any curse that would have caused that type of internal bleeding we'd be able to identify…therefore narrow down which type of wand that casted it…but we couldn't."
"You don't think it was done with a wand?" Cho asked looking slightly confused by the mere thought.
Mario shook his head, "It's just a hunch…I think it could have been a potion or maybe even a incantation…a word spell."
"But who would use a potion… I've never heard of any potion having that kind of effect…" Cho rambled.
"You haven't?" Mario asked, "Binding potions cause sever internal bleeding around the heart or chest region…though they are very difficult to create and regulated by the Ministry of Magic."
"You think someone tried to use a binding potion on Harry?" Cho asked.
Mario shrugged, "Someone in this place really likes the lad… apparently."
Cho snatched the newspaper out of Mario's hand as he dangled it in front of her.
"Listen Cho, I worked on Harry personally… I've seen a lot of wand damage, and Harry didn't show any signs of a duel. For example, there should have been some signs of where he fell. A broken wrist or bruised shoulder…nothing."
"So you don't think he fell? But he would remember if a potion had been used on him. Wizards who have been under binding potions remember exactly…"
"That is what doesn't make sense," Mario interrupted, "and why we didn't follow up on that theory. It's the reason it was never even mentioned in the report because of Harry's lack of memory. It was assumed since he didn't remember anything past leaving the room, he had to have been hit by some kind of spell."
"Who would use a binding potion on Harry though… I mean, I would be the most likely candidate if that were the case," Cho suddenly froze at her words and glanced at Mario, "I didn't… I swear."
"That's is the other reason I never mentions it in my report. It's okay if you did, Cho. You can tell me. We all make mistakes," Mario attempted.
Cho shook her head, "I'd never do anything like that. You've thought I did it the entire time. That's is what you were trying to get me to tell you that night in the infirmary."
"I'm a student Cho. It doesn't take a genius to recognize the symptoms of a binding potion. I just hate to see you lose your commission because of this," Mario said slowly.
Cho recoiled back as he made a reach for her hand, "It wasn't me!"
"There isn't anybody else with a motive in the Academy," Mario said softly, "Even if it isn't you…"
"I thought you knew me better than that," Cho said looking sickened at the mere thought, "You should have told me at once that you thought it was a binding potion."
"You'll be kicked out of the Academy," Mario warned, "Everyone is going to think it was you."
Cho shook her head and stormed out of the door. It seemed only a short time later she was sitting in the living area of Grimmauld Place with her head in her hands. She felt sick and disgusted. The room seemed to be spinning and she could hear the laughing voices of people telling her she was mad.
Hours seemed to pass before Cho finally looked up to a concerned looking face that was studying her with great interest.
"Oh… how long have you been sitting there?" Cho asked weakly, barely recognizing her own voice.
"I didn't want to bother you… I haven't been here long," Neville Longbottom said quickly, blushing slightly.
Cho sighed, "I'm waiting for Harry. I didn't feel like waiting up in his room."
"It's alright. I don't have a problem with you being with Harry or waiting for him. I just thought I'd warn you before Ron got home," Neville said as he started to leave, "He isn't as understanding at the moment."
"I take it you've seen the Prophet," Cho muttered, "So much for our keeping it quite."
"So you're really eloping?" Neville asked.
Cho closed her eyes, "No, but that is what everybody is going to think. Why can't they just leave us alone?"
"I guess I should tell you the reporters are hiding outside again," Neville said softly.
Cho gave a frustrated humph and leaned her head back into the couch.
"You and Harry worry to much. I mean, why did you want to keep it a secret that you two were together again?" Neville asked.
"Why? Because it's simpler that way…" Cho muttered.
"Just because something is easy doesn't make it right," Neville commented.
"What do you know about it, Longbottom? You don't have people spreading rumors about you. You don't have a father who tries to control every part of your life," Cho ranted.
"No, my father is at St. Mungo. My parents were driven insane by one of the unforgivable curses. You're right, I don't know what you're going through," Neville said softly, "I've always just been the person nobody remembers. 'There goes Longbottom, wonder what he'll blow up today.' My father was one of the best Aurors at the Academy. I would do anything to be like him…"
"Frank Longbottom right?" Cho asked nervously, "I've seen the awards he won."
"Grams says he had the most accurate aim with his wand she'd ever seen. He could hit a fly from twenty feet away," Neville bragged, "I glad he'll never know what a disappointment I am. The thing about being a disappointment is nobody ever notices when something happens in your life, even if it is something amazing."
"Your father wouldn't think you to be a disappointment," Cho said suddenly not concerned with her own problems at the moment.
Neville smiled, "I think you and Harry are amazing together… I'd love to have something like that."
"What about Padma Patil… I thought--," Cho started to asked.
Neville blushed, "Padma is a wonderful girl, but I don't deserve her. She needs someone who can take care of her, not someone who prunes weeds in for the Gringott's vaults."
"Is that where you're working now?" Cho asked, trying not so sound surprised.
Neville nodded, "It isn't much. Professor Sprout told the goblins that I might be able to help with their weed problem. They've got an over abundance of Devil's Snare. It grows pretty good in the vaults since there isn't any sunlight down there."
"You don't need to be so hard on yourself," Cho said firmly, "Not everyone has the patience to deal with plants they way you do."
"Not everybody has the patience to deal with Harry the way you do," Neville returned.
Cho smiled, "Where is he? He should have been back by now."
"Harry, listen to reason," Susan pleaded as he tore though the corridor heading towards the flooing room.
Harry ignored her, with a crumpled Daily Prophet in his fist.
"What are you going to do?" Susan begged, "Harry?"
It was too late, he had already thrown a large handful of floo powder into the fire and yelled, "The office of George Steppin."
Susan shielded her face as the green flame erupted, panic was etched on her face.
Harry felt rage like he'd never felt before. How did someone discover his secret with Cho? Why couldn't they just leave him alone? He came dangerously close to passing up the grate of his destination, but he didn't.
He erupted into the office. The soot flew everywhere and startled several workers who seemed rather taken back by his dramatic entrance. Harry picked himself off the floor and didn't even bother dusting the dust off his robes.
"Where is Steppin?" Harry demanded.
A small girl, barely older than Harry pointed her finger towards the back of the offices.
Harry wasted no time as he charged in the direction. He wasn't sure if he was going to do once he saw Steppin, but that didn't matter at the moment.
Harry slammed the door open and scanned the room.
"Ah, Harry… so good of you to stop by and see the headquarters," George greeted as he sat at his desk with a cigar dangling in his mouth.
Harry narrowed his eyes, "What the hell are you playing at?"
He smashed the copy of the crumpled Prophet onto Steppin's desk. George glanced down and looked back up at Harry with a smile.
"You're up by two more points since the announcement. Apparently the public likes a sensitive candidate. You'd never hear of Dumbledore or Fudge running off with their Hogwart's sweetheart…"
"I'm not running off with Cho," Harry interrupted, "I getting a bit tired of all these games. How many times do I have to spell it out for you? I don't want to be Minister of Magic!"
Steppin frowned slightly, "Well—Mr. Potter, I'm afraid you need to take that up with the Order of Merlin. They've already paid in full for my services."
"So it doesn't matter what I want?" Harry asked.
"Actually, no," Steppin said snidely taking another long puff off his cigar.
"I'M NOT RUNNING FOR MINISTER. GET THAT THROUGH YOUR FAT SKULL. YOU TAKE THE MATTER OF YOUR PAY UP WITH THE ORDER OF MERLIN AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" Harry screamed at the top of lungs before snatching the cigar out of Steppin's mouth and stomping it out of the ground.
George Steppin bowed up, "Now listen here. I've done the impossible… you're barely a man and yet you are next in line to be our Minister of Magic. You should be thanking me for my services."
"Forgive me… allow me to show some kind of gesture of my appreciation," Harry snapped back before slamming a trophy quaffle from Steppin's desk through his window, "You're fired!"
"That quaffle was given to me…" Steppin started.
"I don't really care!" Harry said as he grabbed the chair off the floor and made a motion to slam it.
"WAIT!" Steppin pleaded.
Harry paused, "Will you leave me alone?"
"You don't have to accept the election, Dumbledore didn't when Fudge was elected the first time," Steppin said quickly as Harry started to lower the chair, "Do you want to see Fudge remain in power?"
"Better him than me," Harry said acidly.
George Steppin looked a bit taken back, "You don't mean that, Harry. Let me win this election for you. Take the bid as Minister and after a week in office, resign. You'll be allowed to name your successor, anyone you want. Perhaps December O'Riley or even Albus Dumbledore…the point is it will be your decision and Fudge will be out of office."
Harry's fists were turning white, "I will not sit back and let your ruin my life."
"Perhaps if you gave me something to work with… perhaps if you actually took an interest in this campaign I wouldn't have to resort to using spies to find out what is going on before something like what happened at the World Quidditch Cup happens."
"That was none of your affair…" Harry snapped.
Steppin shook his head, "It is everybody's affair, at least that what the magical community believes. When you're a famous as you are boy the personal is public… you can't escape that."
"I'm not interested in having my life shared with everybody with access to the paper," Harry retorted bitterly.
Steppin pulled another cigar out of his desk drawer, "Just bare with me for a short time. The election is in December."
"Why would I trust you?" Harry snarled, "You just speak lies. You're as bad as Skeeter."
"I'll fix it… I'll tell the Prophet you aren't eloping but just planning a romantic weekend together."
"It wasn't supposed to come out! Nobody was going to know about me and Cho!" Harry yelled.
Steppin held up his hands as if trying to calm Harry, "Well, there isn't much we can do about that now. Can we?"
"I just want you to stay out of my affairs," Harry said coldly.
"And I will…once this election is over," Steppin added, "now if you would make an appearance with me than it would certainly help our cause. You started quite a stink when you started this 'I don't want to be Minister' nonsense…"
"I DON'T WANT TO BE MINISTER!" Harry screamed, losing his temper once again. He threw the chair against the floor with a loud clink and walked out of Steppin's office feeling more anger than he did when he had first arrived.
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Next Update: 08-08-04