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Hobey Ho: Yep, I hate Umbridge as well. She is such a bitch. she won't die, i'm afraid.
Ceyxa: I love that song as well. They will get back together soon. Next few chapters I think. :checks outline: yep, next few chapters. as for the binding in silver, that would just burn and hurt the wolf enough to contain them. in my eyes, silver will only kill the wolf, if it enters the body e.g. silver bullet, injection e.t.c.
Kungzoune: is this soon enough for you. not promising, but my next update maybe sooner.
Eleanora1: Nooooooooo! not the ferrets::jumps onto a table and screams hysterically: I wouldn't do that to you. Remus will get out and umbridge will get her comethuppance. You'll see.
Crazy-Psycho: aah thankyou. cyber hugs to you. for HP and the Stranger's gift, read A.N.
Dante Lewis: I'm floored. No seriously, that review was longer than any of your others. I just have to use that line. It's so witty. Sirius is really trying to help Amaya, as he has realised that being obnoxious was getting him nowhere. Remus may be wooed by Sirius again. we'll just have to see.Not for a bit yet. They're gonna make him grovel. oh yes. I just want them, and if the readers want them, back together because i think that they make a great couple. as for Sirius being the brightest star in the sky, i didn't notice that. just put it down.
Gaul1: yes it does bloom with magic. please read on.
Mooney's Mate: Umbridge will get her comethuppance
Soph5232: glad you like the story::sniffles: i feel so flattered
Lapis Sanura: Glad you liked the story, in my case, flattery will get you everywhere. :sniffles: i feel so loved.
SilverGlitterSprite: yep, the song is just too sweet. More A/D coming up, and probably more in the next chap.
A.N. o.k. as the votes went Version 1- 7 (including mine) Version 2- 3 so version 1 it is. The explanation may come about next few chapters. also, in this story, i am going to add my ideas from Harry Potter and the Stranger's Gift, which was my first fic. Due to lack of reviews (bar one) and feedback, I have stopped writing that story, and i will combine it with this story. I dedicate this chapter to Crazy-Psycho (how cool is that name) for their review of Missed Opportunity and Harry Potter and the Stranger's Gift
Harry's thoughts
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'Oh come on.' Draco slumped against the frame of the bookshelf. 'You have been here for ages'. Walking to stand behind her, he knelt by her side, looking over her shoulder at what she was looking at as she sat on the patched blue carpet that looked almost turquoise in the light that seeped through the grime on the window. The same one where his girlfriend had knelt in her every breath of spare time, hoping for some text, dusted with age and the powder of the ages, that might give a whisper as to what spell might have been used, and how it could be traced.
'I'll be out soon.' Amaya mumbled absent-mindedly
Draco snorted 'Yeah, I haven't heard that one before.' Briefly glancing up, Amaya frowned. He has a point. I've been looking for ages, and still over half of the section to go. I can't ask Snape anymore, because he may get the sack. Licking her finger, she turned the page to freeze. 'This is it. Oh my God. I've found it.' Dancing around on her knees, she drummed her heels into the floor and whispered her joy, not wanting to be thrown from the library by an already suspicious Madame Pince, who was still trying to discover the forgery charm of the note, ironic, given the cause of Amaya's research.
She looked up, eyes shining with the happiness that had glazed her pale irises to see the genuine smile that was reflected on Draco's pale face. Normally very distant and decorous, cool even in public, Draco was a lot more unreserved in the privacy of the Slytherin common room, where he had kissed her in front of all of the inhabitants. The possessive display was ruined somewhat by Amaya fisting her hands in his hair and not letting him go, until death from asphyxiation threatened them both, but the meaning was still there. He also disregarded his pride in helping her in her research.
'Well. What does it say?' Still smiling, Amaya read the passage aloud.
Discovered in the Early Medieval ages, the Firma Forgiata curse was used among many of the prominent Pure-blooded Wizarding families in order to finalise deals and alter contracts when one of the parties had no wish to sign. Also used in the signing of Matrimonial contracts when either the Bride or Groom or their respective families were unhappy with the contract terms. Was made illegal in 1843 by Celestas Black, Minister for Magic, when Dorian Lestrange illegally bound Lucretia Black into an unlawful wedding, using this very curse. Such use of this curse has been implicitly banned and any use of it would call for an Azkaban sentence, length depending on the severity of the case.
Throwing her arms around Draco, Amaya squealed in the purest of delights, feeling that her wish on that fateful star had been granted. Kissing her gently, Draco spoke. 'I think that this causes for a celebration. We should make the most of the remaining Hogsmeade trip. There are fewer of them since rumours of 'You Know Who' returning. Carefully tearing the page out of the book, Amaya jumped up. 'You go ahead. I'll meet you there.'
'Why. What are you going to do?'
Duplicate this several times; lock it in my trunk and other various places. Then get changed. I am not going to Hogsmeade like this.'
'Fine, I'll see you several hours.' Amaya was too happy to frown, as she usually would have done. The last he saw of Amaya was a flash of gold before she disappeared down the stairways that led to The Slytherin Dorms. In the Great Hall he bumped into his father who said three words that caused ice to coalesce at the bottom of Draco's spine. 'He is waiting.'
With the document safely stashed in her various hidey holes in her dorm, Amaya sped down to the Great Hall, and ran among the newly fallen autumn leaves, dancing and twirling in circles, feeling so light that she almost floated, so great was the weight of her guilty grief. Sitting outside in the still warm sunshine, Harry lounged with his friends and parents outside of the Three Broomsticks, enjoying an idyllic day away from the worry of what was happening in the outside world. From the way that Lily and James were sitting so close together, Harry gathered that they had kissed and made up. Moments later, they were rolling round in their seats, doubled up with laughter over the punch line that Sirius had just given to a joke that Harry, in his reflective daze, did not hear. Looking back towards the school, he nearly choked on his Butterbeer, avoiding gasping for breath by spitting his mouthful out. Lily began a lecture on the etiquette of drinking and the filthiness of spitting when James nudged her side with a devious smile. Mouth half hanging open, Harry gaped at the blonde haired girl that was walking up the road, much to the indulgent amusement of his parents. Sirius, noting his look, twisted round to see who had his godson so astounded.
The autumnal sunlight picking out the rich gold of her hair, and making the cinnamon tinges seem like the flare of an auburn halo, Amaya made her way towards the village, long fingers absent-mindedly playing with one of the slender braids she had woven strands of her hair into. She wore an ivory silk skirt that brushed the middle of her shins, adorned with lace at the hem that flared out when she walked revealing black knee high soft boots. Her hair brushed until it gleamed, swayed over a black top that laced up at the top, and formed bat wings at her elbows, yet covered all but the tips of her fingers, when her hand was by her side. With a wry grin, Sirius tapped Harry's jaw, to close his mouth. The movement startled the boy, who looked around him to see amusement lining his parent's eyes, annoyance evident in his friend's especially Ron and Ginny, who was dropping not so subtle hints about the nature of her feelings for him. Looking over his shoulder, Lily greeted someone warmly.
'Hi Lily.' Came the response in a warm, burbling voice. He looked up sharply, to see Amaya standing over him, where she had been obviously been about to make her way into the pub. Standing quickly, Harry startled Amaya who took an alarmed step back, clearly not realising who she was standing over. Up close, Harry could see the faintest wine beginning to shadow her eyes, a remnant of her lack of restful sleep that made her all the more beautiful. Draining his beer, he raised the bottle as he tried to swallow under her scrutiny.
Eyebrow raised, her mouth twitched into something close to a smile. When he was certain that he could speak without spewing up loads of beer over her and himself, he asked 'Would you like a butterbeer?' In dismay, he saw her shake her head, send honey, cinnamon and black threads to dance and be gilded by the sun.
'I was looking for Draco. I said I would meet him here. Have you seen him?' She frowned at the flash from emerald to jealous jade as he gritted out 'No.'
'You can have a beer though surely.' James intervened as he reached into his pocket, 'They're non-alcoholic. You may have passed him, or he may come here to look for you. Most students use it as a marking post.' Shrugging gracefully, Amaya took the proffered coin, and yelped as the Sirius slapped her hand away. Picking it out of the dirt, he handed it back to James, and gave a galleon to her. 'Here, get a round in. Tight arse James just going to buy one, knowing I'd fork out the rest. Honestly Prongs, how many butterbeers can you buy for one silver sickle.' His pale eyes flashed a warning to Amaya who's own widened in surprise, before she skipped into the darkened cool of the tavern.
Returning with the beer, she handed them round, dancing back a step to avoid the splash that leapt out of the neck as Ginny snatched the bottle, narrowly avoiding staining the delicate ivory silk of her skirt a hideously eye-catching tan. Dropping gracefully onto her chair, she took a large mouthful of the liquid, gasping as she felt the warmth surge through her. Harry stared at her incredulously.
'You've never had this before?' Amaya shook her head in the middle of her greedy gulping. Tilting her head back to drain the bottle, she exposed her creamy golden throat to Harry's fervent, hungry eyes. Smacking her lips together in obvious enjoyment, she all but snatched the money from a laughing Sirius' hand and danced off to buy another. Moments later she emerged with another bottle. Taking a small sip, she blushed a deep crimson to James suggestion that she drink it slowly, murmuring a low apology.
Ginny, eyes blazing with Harry's apparent lack of interest with her enquired, face full of innocence, 'So Amaya, where's your other father?' Amaya's head swung round to face her so quickly that her neck almost cracked, the set of her mouth showed that she had, in that split second, readied herself for the coming fight. James lowered his bottle in mild alarm.
'He's in a werewolf camp.' Amaya's voice was as calm and cool as a lake, with just the thinnest layer of ice skimming it's surface, yet underneath was the raging river of her untamed spirit, swirling with the torrents of her emotions. The dare in her voice clearly audible.
'Best place for them I think.' Ginny spoke casually, running her slim finger along the rim of her bottle. 'Half breeds are vicious things.' Ginny words and lack of sense had taken her to a point only rivalled by Hermione's occasionally blundered mediations. Harry was puzzled. The dying sunlight seemed to be glinting of Amaya's blue eyes, making them seem amber. And her top lip looked like it was bulging, just ever so slightly, as if covering large teeth. If Ginny had blundered before, now her lack of foresight took her to a slip up that not even Ron, with his lack of tact could equal. 'Of course, Madame Umbridge is right. All of them should be executed. They deserve nothing more.'
Lily buried her face in her hands. Harry and Sirius gaped at Ginny, the latter with fury evident in his eyes. Amaya just sat, chin in hand on her chair. If James was alarmed before, he was panicked now. That look was so reminiscent of Sirius, when he had found a Slytherin threatening a cornered Remus during their sixth year that James had good reason to fear the upcoming outburst. Sirius had hexed the person within an inch of his life, yet Amaya's lack of temper led to razor like fangs and very sharp claws. As she leant forward, he put forward a hand to restrain her. But he needn't have bothered. Her now amber eyes, it had not been the sun, captivated the red haired girls attention. Fangs showing as she spoke, she uttered in a deadly silent whisper
'Like me you mean.' Letting her anger take the upper hand, her slender nose and pouty full mouth morphed into a hairy snout, jaw open in anticipation revealing lethal sharp fangs. With a scream, Ginny flung herself from the seat, and raced back to Hogwarts, her shrieks being echoed by Ron and Hermione as they trailed her. Smirking, Amaya reined in her anger, and settled back into her chair with a satisfied sigh.
Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose with an air of amused frustration, and he glanced quizzically at her. Amaya just shrugged and took another sip of her beer.
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