Cool, I posted the last chapter an hour ago and I've already got reviews! I love you people! Hehehe. Okay, so replying is necessary, I guess...
Kastia: like I said in the AN in chapter...28 by counting, 27 by mine, since I don't count a prologue as a chapter. I said I had to add a bit of my own style there, and I said I'd get a bit of a H/Hr going here. I don't know, it's just an appealing couple to me. At least this time I'm not killing off Ron. Or having him run off, like I did in my other fic. As for Phoenix...she became an Animagus, and I thought I remembered seeing somewhere Sirius calling her Phoenix in a flashback that she had. I could be seeing things, but I definitely know that she turns into a phoenix, because she does the hanging thing with the other two phoenixes. Thanks, I try to keep things light and non-serious. I mean, sometimes seriousness is called for, but for the most part I try to keep humour alive. And the hp world...that's what happens when you have no life and read all the books multiple times over. Hey, nothing wrong with rambling, most of my reviews are ramble-based. Thanks, I am trying not to screw this up like I am wont to do.
Mama T: yeah, I was slaving at the keyboard all day to get a fast update. I'm trying to get this up tomorrow, but no promises. Yeah, a lot of people favour the Hermione/Ron relationships to Hermione/Harry, but I really don't like Ron. I don't know why, I cannot for the life of me give you a good reason. It has to do with his temper and his whining and complaining and his cowardice. But I just hate him, down to the skin on his ugly long nose. But that's my opinion. There may not even be a good relationship between Harry and Hermione, I just want the seed planted, because I think I'm going to sequel this, and I definitely want that to be a part of it. I don't know, I just really like that pairing. Okay, now I'm babbling.
Poisyn: she could call him Padfoot. James called him that when he recognised his tail underneath the bed. She had called him Snuffles for the first time that night, since he gave her the weird look and she was shrugging in defense. You don't do that after you've called someone something for a while. And yes, it is moving fast, I said at the beginning that I wouldn't be able to replicate Malli's work completely, I have a totally different style than she, even though I have an idea of where I want this to go. There is going to be more, there will be a lot more chapters, so just sit tight, alright?
L: glad you liked that. Not too fond of Umbridge and Fudge meself. I'll definitely try to keep up the good work.
manticore-gurl071134: yeah, some are a little upset with the pace, but I really didn't like that whole lying about her identity thing. I'm glad that you're glad. Thanks, I may need that luck!
slaygal166: yeah, it is a bit rushed, I'll try to slow up a bit. That's just me and my personality...I like to rush into things. It's gotten me into trouble plenty of times, let me tell you. I still have scars from last time. Hehehe. It's definitely not ending soon. Or, if this one does, then the sequel I'm debating is going to be nice and long. I'm planning at least another 5 chapters for this one, maybe more. Depends on my muse shrugs
Mister Gordo: nope, story ain't done yet. That was just an intro for them, they're all still kind of in shock after almost being killed. I wouldn't really react to having a thought to be dead relative alive after I almost died, and I think he was just finding the one thing that he could focus on...her nickname...for the moment. There's more between them, trust me! ;-) thanks, I hope somewhere she is smiling. And don't worry, tears will shed.
Anne: maybe to someone who isn't me the thoughts seemed out of place. Like the Dumbledore thoughts, I was just trying to explain how the snakes got there without needing an AN, and then just trying to get a little of him into it with the chuckling. Then foreshadowing, some of it was. Not saying which...it all made sense in my head, but I guess no one else has access to that, huh? I'm glad you think it's still going good, and I'm glad I captivate the audience. It is going a bit too fast, but again, me and haste are close buddies.
bobthetomato99: I think they got what they deserved. I'm glad you liked it. It is about time something happened to them, and I didn't think that the Centaurs were effective enough. Having every happy thought and maybe losing your soul...well, it may not be that effective, I'm not really sure if they even had souls to begin with.
Lord Dragonbane: aww, thanks blushes. I'm glad you think so, and I will keep up the good work.
MainPeet: sure, I love continuing this fic. Any time. Ending...even if this part ends soon, I do have something in mind, I'm just not sure if it should go in this fic or in a sequel. Still trying to work that out.
Saphrine: yes ma'am, azkaban. They finally got what's coming to them. Voltron...mmm, still deciding what to do with him. Have him flee screaming like a little girl, or stay and fight against two who are prophesised to kill him? Decisions, decisions...
Goddessa39; yes, ma'am! I will continue continuing to continue this...I think. I'm not stopping, at least, until I finish to my satisfaction...which is going to involve at least one evil thing. Sorry, I'm not much for BA. I mean, it's cool to watch on TV and all, but it just never really struck me as something I could comfortably write...I'm too close to Angel, we share brooding. It's like I'm writing her dating me, and that's not happening. sigh I'm devoted to men. Lol. But it's a cool relationship, and I'm updating, I'm updating! See? This is part of an update.
Little Hangleton: I can't find any mention, really, of what color her eyes are. And they always looked hazel to me. And green eyed blondes are fairly common, I think, so I changed it to an unlikely eye color, period! Didn't mean to get all defensive, just... being me, I guess. Sheepish I'll definitely continue this, and soon. Wild horses or a record deal couldn't keep me away!
Silver Warrior: thanks. blushes I'm trying to do it like she did it, but it's hard to get into her head. I always thought she was going to do one thing, then she went and did something opposite, or even just a little different. Thanks, I'm glad you think I'm doing a good job.
Speakere: I'm trying as hard as I can to make the chapters longer, I hope that this one meets your needs length-wise. Thanks, I'm really trying to do a good job.
Thanks to: Story Oracle and CharmingStar. And Black Cat Gurl for editing.
Saphrine, Anna, and L, y'all are gonna have to wait and find out, I'm not going to give it all away to you by answering those questions. Hahaha. I'm a nice person, but not that nice. Even the beta I have doesn't know what's going to happen!
Right, on with it, and I'll try to slow down for you.
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CHAPTER 39: BONDING
"Now, I'm sure you are all wondering why I asked you to come to my office," Dumbledore started, looking at everyone assembled. Harry nodded, still a bit numb after all that he had just learned. Fudge was out to get him expelled for no reason? It was him, not the death eaters, that was responsible for his aunt's supposed death. And his aunt was really alive? She wasn't dead, but teaching him at Hogwarts for these past few months? He could barely grasp it, it was so far fetched. He felt like he was hit by a stunner.
"Harry, you can stop nodding now," said Remus, looking amused. 'what is going on in that teenaged head of his?' He wondered, looking at Harry, who blushed and stopped.
Dumbledore stood up and said, "now, then. Your attention, please." Everyone looked at the old man expectantly. "I am sure that you are all curious as to who this woman who has called herself Sarah Fox really is. However, I believe that it is her right to tell you, so if you would, please, professor?" He requested, gesturing at the suddenly nervous Buffy to stand up in front of everyone.
'How the hell do I tell this to them all?' she thought, looking at the sea of expectant and curious faces. Sirius gave her an encouraging smile and a thumbs-up sign, which made her feel better as well as smile back at him, however shakily. "Um...hi. I'm, um, I'm the Defense professor, for those of you who didn't know that...and you all already knew that, since the majority of you either work or learn here." She groaned inwardly. This was not going well at all. "Some of you know me from before, and you don't even know that you know me, or that you knew me. You may have some feeling of familiarity, but thanks to the spell that was on me, you wouldn't get any more than that."
"Professor? Perhaps it would be best if you got on with it?" Dumbledore interrupted, though amused by the way she was trying to tell them all.
"I'm getting to it, Headmaster. I'm starting with the spell and going from there, is that all right?" she asked sarcastically, not really caring. He nodded with a twinkle in his eye, while the other occupants of the room gasped that someone would dare speak like that to the Headmaster. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying. There was a spell on me for the entire time I have been here at Hogwarts, and in London for that matter, so that as soon as anyone came close to discovering my true identity, their focus would instantly transfer to something else entirely. I didn't want people recognizing me after I learned that the minister-" scoffing noises could be heard throughout the room, "had a trusted ministry member in the school. Even if it's a secret, things have a way of getting around this school, if I remember correctly." This was met with nods of agreement. "I took this off of myself a few moments ago when the Oirus spell was performed and my secret revealed. Well, I'm kind of supposed to be dead. Well, actually I did die. Well, twice if you wanna be all specific and you really didn't need to know that..." she trailed off, looking at Sirius' shocked face.
"Would you like someone else to tell everyone who you are, lass?" asked Moody, oddly gently for him.
"No, I can do it," Buffy answered, taking a breath. "Okay, so I took off the spell after Moody revealed who I really am. Which is someone that you all thought to be dead for a long time. Someone that Moody was ordered to kill by Cornelius Fudge, then make it look like death eaters killed me off. Luckily for me, Moody didn't have the heart to kill off an innocent fifteen year old girl who just happened to have an excessive amount of power and more prophecies than I care to count. So he apparated me to America, Los Angeles in California, to be exact, erased my memory, had me use my nickname, and gave me to a couple that wanted a daughter, modifying their memories so that they thought I was theirs. My new name was Buffy Summers, and for years I thought that was who I was. Then recently, a few friends, the potential slayers, and I had to close the Hellmouth under Sunnydale, the town that I lived in for six years, and a spell that made all potentials real slayers unlocked my memories of this life and I remembered, then I came to London, and went to the ministry, and well, you all know what happened after that." She took a deep breath after saying that incredibly long sentence. "But I'm not really Buffy Summers. I am..." 'add in a dramatic pause' she thought. "Elizabeth 'Buffy' Potter." She was met with unbelieving looks from Kingsley, Hermione, McGonnagal, and Madame Pomfrey. "Yeah, that's a lot better than the reaction I was expecting." She commented, looking at everyone's face.
"Well, Miss Potter, thank you for clearing everything up," said Dumbledore.
"Hang on a moment," said Harry, standing up. Dumbledore looked at him. "If she's been alive all of this time, and Moody knew it, then why didn't you say anything?" he asked Moody, looking accusingly at him.
"Easy, boy. I didn't want anyone to find out. Fudge ordered this girl dead, and I directly disobeyed his orders. If anyone had found out, I would have been in a world of trouble," answered Moody. "So I put a memory charm on myself, erasing the knowledge altogether. As far as I knew, the Death Eaters had killed off Elizabeth Potter, and I hadn't even come close to being involved. Of course, Remus took care of that for me," Moody turned to Remus and gave him a grateful nod. Remus returned it, smiling slightly.
"I think we should all be thanking Moony," said Sirius. "If he hadn't taken that charm off of Moody, then Buffy could well be dead right now, or in Azkaban prison for life." Everyone realised the truth in these words, and those closest to Remus clapped him on the back. He blushed and ducked his head.
"Right. Well, are there any more questions? If not, then I'm sure that some of us need to go to the hospital wing after being knocked over, while others would like to get reacquainted, or acquainted for the first time."no one offered anything more. "No? Then I suggest that..." He was cut off by Hermione.
"Sir? Not that I'm not grateful that you have decided to include me in this meeting, but why?"
"My dear, you have been trying to find the secret behind Professor Fox for so long, working diligently, so I figured you had the right to know about her with the rest of us, hearing it from her own mouth instead of Mr. Potter's," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and his beard twitched, a sign that he was smiling. He knew very well that as soon as he could, Harry would have gone and told his friends about what had happened. "If that's all, then I bid you good evening. Madame Pomfrey, I had feared that something worse was about to happen, and I apologise for keeping you from your infirmary for such a long time." They all looked at the clock and realised that Buffy's explanation had taken a good half hour, with her stuttering and beating around the bush.
"It's quite all right, Albus. I wouldn't have missed this for the world!" Madame Pomfrey replied, going over to the fire and flooing back to the hospital wing.
Dumbledore watched as Kingsley flooed to the ministry, Auror's headquarters, after a goodbye to all in the room. After him, Minerva did the same, but to her quarters instead. Moody went to his home, whispering the location as well as a password to gain access to his fireplace. Dumbledore shook his head at that. The man really was far too paranoid. Then he watched as Harry, Hermione, Remus, Sirius, and Buffy walked out of the room together. He sighed, thinking of the catching up that the two remaining Potters had to do.
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"Well, ah, Hermione, Sirius, I think that we should let Harry and Buffy get to know each other a bit more," Remus said, looking at the relatives. He could tell Harry was bursting with questions, and Buffy wanted nothing more than to answer them. "Why don't we three go and talk somewhere else?" he suggested, looking at the other two. Sirius was about to object before a well placed glare from the lycanthrope made him shut his mouth and nod painfully. They walked away, leaving aunt and nephew alone at last.
"So...all this time you've been my aunt?" Harry asked, looking at the professor in a new light. He still couldn't believe it.
"Yup. Believe me, it's been hard hiding it," Buffy said, looking at her nephew. She noticed the absence of mistrust in his voice, along with the absence of anger. She smiled at that.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked, not wanting to whine about it, but genuinely curious.
"Harry, I was posing as a Ministry official, and as a general rule they don't like people that are supposed to be dead in the ministry. Plus if I was pretending to want to take you out of the school, I couldn't be showing affection to you in the halls, could I?" Buffy asked rhetorically. Harry shook his head 'no'. "I wanted to, so many times I wanted you to know who I was. God, it was so hard sitting in that class letting you think that I was against you, having you hate me because of who I was supposed to be." She let the frustrations of the past few months slip out in a tear, which she brushed away.
"So all of this time I was mistrusting you for no reason?" Harry asked. He couldn't believe it. He had been totally wrong in his judgement of the Professor.
"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up," Buffy said. "I was hoping that you'd ease up a little when I got you and your friends out of huge trouble those few times, but I'm guessing you heard what I said after the Quidditch match?" Harry nodded, remembering hearing about the plan. "I'm assuming that just killed any bit of trust you may have had in me, huh?"
"Well, not all of it. There was still a tiny bit of me confused as to why you were protecting me," Harry admitted. He watched his aunt try to hold in tears, and found himself fighting them as well.
"The first time I saw you, all I could think was 'it's James. He's back'." Buffy said, looking at Harry. "Then I figured it out after...well, Dumbledore had to tell me, really." she got a sheepish look at that. "But I would have. Lily was my best friend in the whole world, I recognised her eyes as soon as I saw them in your face." Buffy ran a hand over her nephew's face, barely believing that he was really there with her, and not hating her. When her fingers reached his scar, they stopped moving. She got a hard look in her eyes.
"Buffy?" Harry asked, looking at her reaction with a puzzled look in his eye.
"I'm sorry that I wasn't there," she said, apologising to him, but at the same time, it looked like she was apologising to the air. "I should have been there. The prophecy says that I have the power to defeat Voldemort." Harry gave her a look. Nearly no one said the dark lord's name. "I should have been there to protect you. And them. That's why the boggart changed into James." She seemed to be talking to herself.
"It's okay, Aunt Buffy," said Harry, trying out that name. He reached up and took her hand, holding it gently. "You didn't know what was going on, you had no clue who you were, even." He tried smiling in a calming manner, but he was close to tears that his aunt totally blamed herself for something she couldn't control.
"But I should have. I should have known that Fudge would pull something that stupid, I should have found out about that prophesy. I didn't know anything about it, not even that it existed, before I heard Fudge say that I had to die because of it," Buffy started babbling, not making any sense. And Harry told her just that.
"That makes absolutely no sense. How could you have been prepared for the consequences of something that you weren't even aware of?" Buffy sniffed. "None of this is your fault."
"My parents died because of me," argued Buffy. "Both from grief. One went out and got himself killed, the other died of a broken heart. My brother and boyfriend almost committed suicide going after Death Eaters after they thought that Death Eaters had killed me. They wanted revenge. How is that not my fault?" Buffy was pretty much in tears now.
"You would have done the same for them if the situation had been reversed, wouldn't you have?" Harry asked. Buffy nodded. "Well, would you have blamed them for your death?" Buffy shook her head. "They don't blame you for their deaths, I'm sure. And Sirius is fine, at least. As is Remus."
"What about Peter?" Buffy said the name with slight disgust, Harry was pleased to note.
"He is quite fine. He's the one at fault for the death of my parents. Little double crosser," Harry's eyes started getting fiery, as they always did when he thought about the man that betrayed his parents, and nearly got him killed as well.
"I knew he couldn't be trusted," said Buffy with anger in her voice. "I told Lily and James to never trust him. The Animagus form that you take reflects what you truly are inside. Sirius is as loyal as anything, hence a dog. James was pure and noble, hence a stag. McGonnagal is quick and smart, hence a cat. Peter was low, deceitful, and untrustworthy. Hence, a rat." Her eyes hardened. "You have no idea how tempted I was so many times to poison the cheese in the house with rat poison when he transformed." Harry looked at her in horror for a minute, then burst out laughing, Buffy not far behind. After a few minutes they calmed down.
"Aunt Buffy? What were my parents like?" Asked Harry.
"Aunt Buffy? That makes me feel old. How about just plain 'Buffy'?" Said Buffy, crinkling her nose. She was honored that her nephew called her Aunt, but she just didn't like the sound of it.
"Er, okay...Buffy," said Harry, trying that out. It sounded odd, but the name 'Buffy' with any prefix would sound odd.
"James and Lily were...awesome. James was always a troublemaker, and he got me into it. The last night I saw them was my birthday. James, Sirius, and Remus had made a potion to turn people different, and James forgot to label it after he put it in the 'fridge. So I drank it, thinking it was Pumpkin juice, and Lily went down with me, because we were best friends. After I drank it, she looked at me and started laughing. I didn't get it until I looked in a mirror, then I gave my brother and his friends hell. I was orange with polka dots and green horns!" Harry cracked up at that image. "Not funny. Anyway, I threatened them for it, and eventually they fixed it, then Lily had to take off. But she was sweet about it, cracking jokes and getting me to laugh about it. James was always that kind, to play pranks. He gave me the helmet from one of the suits of armour, it's at Sirius' place, I think. But I always got him back. Like the time I trapped him in bed by bewitching the blankets to not let him move." Buffy laughed at that. "I only did it because he stuck me to the ceiling. Lily was always smart and calm. She never really got into the pranking thing, and always got on James' case when he got too into it. Usually with Snape. Ah, good old Snivellus. But she always managed to be the one to take him down a few pegs, deflate his ego when it got too big. They were complete opposites, but they were madly in love." Buffy sighed, tears running down her face again at the thought of her brother and best friend. She missed them, and hugged Harry, who was crying as well. "They were great people, and I'm sure that James calmed down once they had you." Buffy could definitely see her brother pranking her nephew now, but not as a little baby.
"So dad really was as wild as everyone said he was?" Asked Harry.
"Wilder," replied Buffy. "Only those of us who lived with him knew how wild he really got. Especially around a pool." Buffy shuddered, thinking back to the pranks he had played with the pool. "I never did trust him around the pool after he turned it into jello when I was under water. He left me there for a minute, I couldn't breathe. I had to get out on my own, and God did I feel sick after eating my way up 6 feet of Jello. Cherry flavoured." Buffy grimaced, thinking about that. "One thing your dad was good at was Quidditch. As was I. I was a Chaser, he was a seeker. We were both good players, we almost always won. Another thing he was good at was getting in trouble. Lily was under the illusion that they got away with everything, but the number of detentions they had is, I think, still a school record, your dad and Sirius. They had this weird knack for getting in trouble and getting caught. They had these awesome mirrors for when they were split up for detention, and they'd use them to talk the whole time." Buffy smiled at the memories.
"Sounds like you were all really close," Harry commented.
"I named them, you know," Buffy said. "I'm the one that came up with the name 'Marauders'. They thought it was funny, and kept it in my honor, I suppose. Of course, Pettigrew never deserved to bear the name of a group that three of the greatest wizards were in." She said this spitefully. They stayed silent for a few minutes.
"Buffy? You said something earlier about having died twice. Were you kidding, or did it really happen?" Harry asked, remembering that.
"It really happened. And it all started a few months after I was taken by Moody. Stupid destiny. See, I'm a vampire slayer, and I had another prophecy that I'd go up against this master vampire called...well, The Master. And that I'd die doing it. So I went, and he bit me, and I drowned in the puddle of water that he dropped me face down in. Then my friend came and revived me using CPR, the muggle form of resuscitation. So then I went and kicked his ugly vamp ass back to hell. Then the second time, there was a hell goddess after my sister-long story there as well," she said, seeing a look of shock on Harry's face. "So the bitch got Dawnie, and cut her over a certain spot, opening a portal to some Hell dimension or other. And only Dawn's blood could close the portal. Lucky for her, we had combined our blood earlier, so I jumped in the portal and died, this time for a few months. Then my friends revived me using an Urn of Osiris, which was destroyed by demon biker pirates." Buffy breathed, and looked at Harry, who looked confused. "Dawn was originally the Key to All Dimensions. After I died, she had fulfilled her purpose, and she was converted back to her original form, a big ball of energy. She was made out of my blood, and said to be my sister so that I would protect her. That's the deal with that. She's gone now, so don't stress over that. You still look confused. Why?" Buffy asked, looking at her nephew again.
"Because you said that you're a vampire slayer." Said Harry. "That's why you were so adamant about them being real. Because you're one. Wait, isn't it supposed to be 'it', not 'one'?" Asked Harry, remembering the lesson.
"Remember how I told you about closing the Hellmouth?" Asked Buffy. Harry nodded. "That spell activated all of the slayers. Anyone who had the potential to become a slayer, became a slayer. Even before that, the first time I died, a new slayer was called. It's been at least the Chosen Two for a while now." Buffy took a breath, and looked at her nephew. "So you've heard all about me, tell me about you. Are you following in your father's footsteps as a prankster?" Asked Buffy, looking at Harry.
"I have his knack for getting in trouble, but I really do get away with almost all of it," admitted Harry. "Comes with being the Headmaster's favorite, I guess." he grinned. "But every year something huge happens that should have me expelled, and every year it has to do with Voldemort." He told the story of Quirrel and the Philosopher's Stone, Ginny and the Diary, Wormtail and Sirius, spending extra time on the Timeturner. She heard about the Triwizard tournament, and held him while he told her about Cedric. "It was my fault he died. He told me to take the cup, and I made him take it with me, trying to be fair," said Harry, crying. Buffy had tears in her eyes as well, thinking that her nephew had gone through just as much as she had in the past few years.
"It sounds like he was really great," said Buffy, looking at Harry. The boy's usually scruffy hair was even worse than usual, looking like James' after he got off of a broom.
"Buffy? You kept saying 'boyfriend' when you would tell an old story," said Harry. Buffy nodded. "Who was he?"
"Sirius," said Buffy, grinning. "Ah, that last day was funny. After the marauders fixed me, I was in my room, and Sirius came in to give me my...birthday present." She smiled in a way that made Harry blush. "James knocked to come in and say he was sorry about the mix up in potions. He wasn't the most understanding when it came to his little sister and his best friend, so Sirius had to transform into his dog-like self, and hide under my bed. Unfortunately, he was too big to fit under there, and his tail stuck out, and was sticking out when James came in. He found Sirius, pulled him out by the tail, and gave us both a telling off." She smiled. "I remember that I told James that Sirius was my pet dog Snuffles, to try and keep him out of trouble."
Harry's eyes widened. "That's what Sirius has us call him when we post him-Snuffles. Well, now I know where he came up with it." Buffy smiled. She led Harry to her rooms, and they sat on the bed, talking. And that's what they did for most of the night.
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"It's about time something good happened to those two," said Remus, watching them from around a corner as they talked.
"Bloody right, Moony," agreed Sirius. "But I can't believe that you made me let go of my girl!"
"Wait, Sirius, you keep saying 'my girl'," said Hermione, interrupting whatever Remus was about to say. "Why do you keep calling her that?"
"We were going out for about a year before Buffy 'died'" explained Sirius. "After we thought the Death Eaters had killed her, things were crazy. James' and Buffy's parents died. Their father from an ambush by him on Death Eaters that went horribly wrong, then their mother from a broken heart. James and I nearly got killed trying to get the bloody clack-cloaked bastards before Moony and Lily talked us out of it, and convinced us that Buffy wouldn't have wanted us dead." Sirius sighed, remembering those hard times. "In Azkaban, some of the worst memories revolved around Buffy. Her death, her screams that night, her limp body hanging from Moody's arms... also when James found out about us, it was after I had accidentally walked in on Buffy in no more than a towel, and we kissed. God, James was mad at that." Sirius laughed now, thinking back to that chase.
"Mad? Sirius, you were lucky that the killing curse was illegal, otherwise you'd be not 6, but 10 feet under right now," commented Remus, grinning. "Hermione, James was furious. Here was his best friend snogging his 'innocent'-note the quotes around the word innocent- little sister. It took forever for James to forgive Sirius. Whenever they were found together by him, poor Padfoot was given hell for it." Remus grinned.
"It must have been hard for James. He was between his love and protection for his little sister, and his happiness for his best friend," said Hermione softly. The other two nodded.
They watched as Harry and Buffy talked, catching a few words from stories that they were telling. Sirius teared up at a few about James. He loved how she described him-"loyal, that's me all right!"- and laughed at the memory of the potion effects from that last night. And most of the pranks that Buffy told Harry about. They were all impressed at how Buffy managed to survive all that stuff in her life, and when Harry told Buffy about his adventures, or misadventures, they all got a little teary at how well Buffy comforted him. They scattered as Harry and Buffy came their way.
"Come on, Hermione," said Remus. "I'm assuming that you don't want to be questioned tonight, right?" Hermione nodded, thinking that the whole house was probably still in the common room. "We have an extra room in the space that we occupy, you can use that," he offered. Hermione accepted, and they all walked off to the Head's office.
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Sorry, that took longer than I thought it would. sheepish but I wrote more than I had last time. That's good, right? Here are the tears that someone was looking for. I tried to make it believing, but unfortunately I have never been reunited with a relative that I hadn't known existed until someone told me that she was dead, after having had the relative teach me for months, so I don't really know if that's what would really happen or not. Well, I hope you enjoyed it, and I'm sorry that it's a day late, but I figured that it would be better to write more and try to take more time on it, than to rush this chapter and have it be shoddily done and too short, or ending too soon. I'll try to start writing again tomorrow, but I have to read 3 acts in a Shakespearian play by Monday, and I just remembered about it tonight. sigh wish me luck, The Merchant Of Venice looks a bit boring.
Hope you enjoyed this, more soon, I promise!
Chris