Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. Except a few things which you don't recognize from original series or anywhere else.
Author: zimagesto
Title: Harry Potter and the Legacy of Slytherin
Summary: Seventh year at Hogwarts. Contains: the Lord of Darkness, the Dark Lord, a bunch of elves, a lost kingdom and a lot of interesting stuff. Twisted story with a twisted end. Not conventional. Worth reading. R&R
AN: Due to current situation, I will no longer name chapters. What current situation, you ask? The situation of not coming up with good titles, duh!
Oh, and I've been reading "the Magician" by John Fowles and the word 'eleutheria' stuck to me… you'll find it somewhere in the text ;-)
Chapter 10
The night had been very calm and Harry would have had a good night's rest hadn't it been for the absence of Seamus' bed. It was disturbing. Seamus was no longer there… because of Voldemort. Dean hadn't spoken to nearly anybody last night and Harry could understand why: you couldn't speak when your best friend was dead.
So, it had been a long night in which he'd rolled in his bed, thinking of the boy who used to sleep in the same dorm as him. And it struck him how little he actually knew about Seamus. In six years, he'd found out nearly nothing about him: nothing about his family or friends before Hogwarts, nothing about what food he liked, what subjects he enjoyed…
Nothing.
It was disturbing, really. And there was nothing that could be done now. To realize you've had the same bedroom with somebody and that you knew less about him than you knew about your Divination Professor.
Seamus had died. And nothing would bring him back.
But Dean was still there. Neville was, too. And Harry would not make the same mistake again. He wouldn't wait until either of them went away before realizing they were there.
That was a promise.
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Next morning, after breakfast, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Amala and Ginny walked to Binns' classroom under Hermione's lead. Harry wondered what in the world made him agree to her choice. The others were thinking among the same lines, apparently as everybody quietly followed her down the corridor to the History of Magic classroom.
As they made it there, Hermione gently knocked on the door and opened it. The classroom was empty.
"See?" Ron said, looking relieved. "Told you he wouldn't be here"
"Yes" she replied and pulled herself a chair. "He isn't here yet. So, we'll wait"
"What!" Ginny said. "But class will begin before he comes here! And I have Potions first thing!"
"Then go, you don't want to be late" Amala said slowly and Ginny looked at her watch and cringed.
"I won't make it anyway" she said slowly. "The bell rings in one minute. I'll loose a tone of points and it's barely our first day!"
Amala looked at her thoughtfully for a second before sighing slightly.
"I'll come with you" she said. "Maybe…"
"Don't" Ginny said and smiled at her. "You don't want to pour gas on the fire, do you? People will say he favors you anyway"
"I guess" Amala replied and smiled at her. "Good luck!"
"Thanks" she replied and left as the others muttered things like 'poor girl' under their breaths. Soon enough, the bell rang and they knew what it meant: Binns and the students would be there soon. And they would be late for Transfiguration with a new teacher. Come to think about it, maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. Even Hermione seemed to be a little less sure of herself than she'd been that morning.
Some fifth year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws came through the door and stared at the seventh year Gryffindors.
"Came to see what's wrong with Binns?" one of the Ravenclaw boys asked, smirking.
"Yeah" Amala replied with a small smirk and some others stared at her.
"You're Snape's girlfriend!" one of the Hufflpeuff girls said, her eyes widening.
"Yes" she replied amusedly.
"You're mad!" the Ravenclaw boy said and laughed.
"What's your name?" Amala asked and the Ravenclaw winked at her.
"Steven. And this beautiful young lady from Hufflepuff is Delilah" he replied, pointing to the Hufflepuff girl who'd recognized Amala. "You know, Wright, I truly respect you for the Gryffindor courage that you have for going after the old git!"
"Um… thanks" Amala replied and the other three Gryffindors laughed. "But don't call him a git. You never know when he's close…"
Their conversation was cut short as Binns came in the classroom through the blackboard and the students sat down in their usual seats. Hermione had returned her chair to a Ravenclaw girl.
"Hello class" the ghost dully said. "Today we will learn about…"
"Professor" Hermione interrupted him, rather loudly, before he started teaching.
"Miss Stranger" Binns said dully before looking around and realizing she was not supposed to be there. "What are you doing here?"
"We came to ask a question" Hermione replied, pointing to the other three and her. "How come you chose to be our Head of House?"
"Well…" he replied, looking at her oddly. "Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington reminded me of a promise I made when I was still alive"
Harry decided: this was odd. Binns actually knew he was dead!
"He said that they couldn't decide for a better Head of House and asked me whether I remembered what I promised one of my favorite students when he was in his fifth year here: that I would become Gryffindor's Head of House one day. I had forgotten, but sir Nicholas reminded me."
The four Gryffindors stared at each other and Hermione thanked the man. Then, they left the classroom and started walking towards the Transfiguration classroom. They would definitely talk to Nearly-Headless Nick soon.
But as for now, they had to concentrate on getting on the good side of their new Professor.
It wasn't long before they reached the Transfiguration classroom and Harry braced himself for the worst. He man who looked like an old king was probably very stern and he would not like them being late on their first day.
Hermione entered first, followed by Amala. Harry was next and Ron, of course, was last. Everybody in the classroom –students from all Houses were there- stared at them, and especially at Hermione as Ron close the door behind them.
"We are sorry to be late, Professor" Hermione said and the man who was sitting behind McGonagall's desk raised an eyebrow.
"What happened?" he asked in a deep, warm voice.
"We asked Professor Binns why he chose to become our Head of House" Hermione replied and held the Professor's gaze easily. "He didn't seem too interested in being one before"
"I see" Kenden replied and there was silence for about twenty seconds, in which Harry wondered what else there had to happen before the Professor smiled slightly. "Well?"
"Well what?" Ron asked.
"Why did he become your Head of House?" he asked. "I had been wondering myself…"
Amala chuckled slightly and Hermione smiled. Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise, as did Ron.
"Apparently, he had to keep a promise he made when he was still alive" Hermione replied. "He promised a student he would become Head of Gryffindor. Why he would keep his promise now, I don't see: that student is more than likely out of school now and…" she paused
"The answer is simple" the Professor replied and smiled. "Ghosts remain here, in this realm, until they finish their business. Perhaps he wants to go rest, what do you say?"
"Oh" Hermione replied and blinked rapidly a couple of times. "But this is a silly promise"
"You never know" he replied and smiled at them. "Now, go take your seats."
The four did so and Kenden smiled at them before getting up from his desk.
"As I said before, this year you continue the lessons about human transfigurations. I must say, it has always been my favorite part of Transfiguration, albeit it is the most difficult part. Now, could anybody tell me, how many animal shapes can an Animagus have?"
All students raised their hands and the Professor chuckled.
"Mr. Potter" he said and Harry replied:
"One shape, sir"
"Good" he replied. "But how many animal shapes can a human have?"
There was a pause before Draco asked, amazed:
"Isn't that the same question!"
"No, it isn't" he laughed. "It's a very different one. Can anybody answer?"
Harry leaned towards Hermione:
"How many shapes can a Multimagus have?" he asked.
"I have no clue" she replied. "More than one"
Kenden turned his gaze towards them and smiled slightly.
"Share with the class" he told them.
"It wasn't anything important…" Harry said and blushed. Great! He'd screwed up twice in his first lesson.
"But it must have been" he replied somewhat playfully. "Share with the class, Mr. Potter"
"I asked how many shapes a Multimagus can have" Harry muttered.
"Louder" Kenden said and Harry breathed in.
"I asked how many shapes a Multimagus can have" he said, louder.
"And what did you reply?" he asked Hermione.
"That I don't know. More than one" she said loudly.
"Very good" Kenden said and smiled. "A Multimagus with just one shape is called an Animagus. And a Multimagus has more than one shape. They are basically the same thing, but due to the fact that few people managed to achieve having more than one shape, they started being called differently. An Animagus is a Multimagus with one shape. A Multimagus is an Animagus with more than one shape. They are the same thing"
"Are they?" Draco asked, frowning.
"Yes" Kenden replied and strolled back to the middle of the class. "Now, it's really difficult to become an Animagus, because you must learn to identify with the animal you chose. Sometimes, it's as if the anima chose the Animagus and not the other way around. But you can choose your shape. Indeed, it's more difficult with somebody with the personality of, say, a wolf, to become a Flubberworm, but it can be done. Although I have no idea why somebody would willingly choose to be a Flubberworm Animagus."
There were a few laughs in the class and Kenden smiled.
"But some people can easily switch what they identify with. Now, the Animagi, they become a lot like the animal they choose, especially if they remain in its shape for a longer time."
Harry remembered how Sirius seemed to be a lot like a dog even in human shape when they'd been in the Shrieking Shack and how Pettigrew resembled a rat.
"The Multimagi can identify easily with creatures, that is their basic trait. And they can much more easily become magical beings. You see, the reason for which it is so difficult to become a magical creature is because magical creatures are much more complicated than non-magical creatures in things such as emotions, thoughts. If you insult a dog, he'll have no clue what you say. If you insult a Hippogriff, you end up dead."
The classroom laughed again as Kenden shrugged carelessly.
"It's difficult even for the Multimagus to turn in their first and second shape. In their first because their body has never changed before and it is a new experience. They need lots of practice. And their second shape is difficult because they need to learn to identify with another animal. The rest of the shapes then come easier and easier. A Multimagus which has say… seven shapes can easily become an eighth animal"
"Eight shapes!" Hermione gasped and Kenden smiled at her.
"And a Multimagus with a hundred shapes can get himself another shape in a few hours. They are unidentifiable, they can always become what they want. They have their favorites, of course, but they can basically turn into anything. Quickly. Imagine how it is when you have one thousand shapes"
Everybody just gaped at him as he smiled.
"You become so accustomed to switching shapes that you can become an animal in the first few seconds after thinking about it. Instantly, it means."
He paced in front of his desk slowly as he spoke and he raised his eyes to see the class.
"But those Multimagi who have so many shapes can have a slight problem after a while" Kenden said. "They can become confused. Being a Multimagus can happen because of weakness or because of strength. Let's see… A suitable comparison so you can understand… Ah. Got it. The difference between a powerful Multimagus and a weak Multimagus is the same as the difference between a Medium and a Seer. A Medium is controlled by other begins and can therefore say things about past, present or future, but he or she can't control what he or she sees or feels. It is not a voluntary thing. But Seers can control what they See. They can try to See whatever they want, although some things are more difficult to See than others. So, if you put a Medium in front of a room which needs a password to open and he or she manages to feel something, it could be something about World War I or the unborn children of a friend. Interesting, yes, but absolutely useless"
The class laughed.
"A Seer, if he can, will See the password and open the room. Or he might not see the password, case in which he'll use Alohomora in frustration"
Harry chuckled. He started to really like this teacher.
"But if he doesn't succeed, he'll walk away. He won't waste time with things about the Goblin Wars. Now, to come back to our Multimagi. A weak Multimagus might be influenced to become something else than he or she wants, especially if he has many shapes. He also might lose his identity and become confused. By identifying with one animal or another, he might lose his own personality. A powerful one, though, he will adapt to the animal's soul, but he will keep his identity. He will not be confused."
Kenden smiled at the class and leaned on to the desk.
"The reason why I told you all this is because it's a very interesting, not very known bit of information that isn't written nearly anywhere. Alas, I think some old English books spoke of Multimagi, but the true things written about such skills weren't written in England. For us, they basically don't exist. Now, let's get moving towards the Advanced Human Transfiguration that you'll be learning this year… if any of you would like to become an Animagus, please come here"
Hermione immediately jumped up and Harry uncertainly got up, too. Draco followed, after seeming to think about something and finally Ron and Amala stood too. Dean soon stood up, too. All the Ravenclaws stood. And finally, everybody in the class was standing.
"Thought so" Kenden said and chuckled. "Mister Thomas… what animal?"
"Um…" he said slowly. "A dog!"
"Good. Everybody else, sit."
Kenden neared Dean's desk and asked:
"How do you look like? As a dog?"
"I'm a fox terrier. White, brown and black" Dean replied.
"Good" Kenden said and walked towards his desk, before turning back and saying, a huge smirk on his lips: "give me a fox terrier howl, please"
The class laughed, including Dean. Harry couldn't think of anything funnier than a barking and howling Dean running around.
"I mean it" Kenden replied. "You must identify with the animal, capture its soul and will your body to change. Everything, I assure you, is quite difficult"
There was knocking at the door and the Professor turned towards it, hand instinctively on his wand, as everybody could easily see. His face, however, was peaceful.
"Enter" he said and the door opened to reveal somebody who Harry had grown to know. Sania Demonheart.
"Hey, Kenden" she said and smiled at him, rolling her eyes slightly. "Which part of wait for me you didn't quite comprehend?"
Harry watched curiously as Kenden raised an eyebrow. He had lowered his hand as he had seen who'd entered, leaning against the desk again.
"Wait for you?" he asked, confusion on his face.
"Yeah. You know, it's that thing which I asked you to do. It implies not leaving the place where you are until the other person makes it there. Or at least, it implied this when I said it" she explained.
"When did you ask me to wait for you?" the Professor asked and she rolled her eyes all the way.
"Before you left this morning, after I specifically told you that unlike you, I have absolutely no clue how this castle is on the inside and I have enough bad luck today to kill myself. And by the way, I did have a very nice run-in with Peeves who was completely not impressed with my tries of sending him away from me. And then, after he finally left, it turned out the damned Baron and I shared a long walk. Thanks for helping me get to breakfast safely!"
Harry could feel the sarcasm floating by as if it was liquid. He really couldn't help but chuckle.
"The damned Baron?" Kenden said, frowning.
"Yeah" she said. "The Baron… You know. Jane mentioned something about him being the Slytherin Ghost"
Kenden stared at her for a few seconds and then said:
"You know, his name is the Bloody Baron"
Sania stared at him for a few seconds before her eyes widened slightly and she gaped for a second before starting to laugh like crazy.
"You mean, 'bloody' wasn't a swear word!" she asked between hiccups of laughter. "Hell…"
The class chuckled and Kenden smiled amusedly at her before he got an idea:
"Could you wolf-howl for me, Sania?" he asked her.
"Wolf-howl!" she asked, trying to lose the amusement but not quite managing to. "Yeah. Though you don't deserve it."
She threw her head backwards and a long, calling howl erupted from her neck, perfectly mimicking a wolf's moon howl. She then brought her head back down, smiled wickedly and barked and growled at Kenden who just laughed.
"The howl was enough" he told her fondly.
"You deserve to be bitten!" she replied, nodded in goodbye towards the classroom and left, shutting the door behind her.
"That would be dear Sania" Kenden explained. "Quite a personality, as you can see. And she has a tendency to appear either at the perfect time in a situation. She did prove my point perfectly, as you can see. She identified perfectly with a wolf… or a dog. A canine anyway. You see, becoming an Animagus or a Multimagus is, as I've said before, all about capturing the soul of the other specie. You could feel that especially when she said I deserved to be bitten… I must ask her how she always lands perfectly in things one day"
Kenden looked at the class with a small smile on his face.
"Now, how about that fox-terrier?"
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Potions class was odd. Yep, odd was the word. It was the last class of the day and Harry, who stayed in the back of the class along with Ron, Hermione and Amala could easily see that everybody turned their heads from time to time to observe Amala's reactions. Now that her relationship with Snape was official, everybody wanted to see them interact.
Snape didn't agree with their visions on the subject, though, and he acted as he usually did: snapping around, taking points off Gryffindor and giving some to Slytherin, glaring at everybody and, of course, making Harry's life as bad as it could possibly be. So, naturally, the end of the class was a relief to everybody, including Amala.
When they finally settled down in the common room, the discussions started.
"Don't know how you can stand it" Lavender told Amala in a very affected way. "After all, he's such a slimy git."
"Did he make a pass at you?" Parvati asked. "What did he offer you to be with him?"
Harry rolled his eyes as Amala growled something. He sat down on the floor and started playing chess with Ron. Both were quite absent-minded as they played, though, because the conversation between Amala, Parvati and Lavender went on and became interesting to observe.
"He's a very nice person in private and no, he didn't offer me anything to be with him" Amala said and sat down next to the two boys. "I wanna watch this game now, it's very exciting" she said and Harry stared at her as she interestedly watched the chess piece move on the board. What! Oh, she was trying to get rid of them.
"Why are you going out with him!" Lavender asked with her gossipy tone. "I mean, I'd understand if you went of with Lockhart, but Snape… And he's so old"
"Who's Lockhart?" Amala asked with a frown.
"Oh, the dreamiest teacher we ever had" Parvati said, fluttering her eyelashes.
"A complete idiot with a stupid smile" Ron said and Hermione appeared in the group, seeming quite surprised to see Amala watching the game of chess as she'd repeatedly said she found the game boring as hell and too long.
"Seconding that" Hermione said with a small blush. "He wasn't too much of a teacher, I can see that now. Though I must admit he looked nice. He was a complete idiot and a narcissist"
"What!" Ron asked, frowning at Hermione. "He didn't seem to be the type to hurt himself to me!"
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Not a masochist, you idiot. A narcissist, completely in love with himself"
"Oh. That he was" Ron replied grinning sheepishly.
"I'm glad I don't know him then" Amala said with an amused smile.
"Yes, but why are you going out with Snape?" Lavender asked and Amala gritted her teeth. "He could be your father, you know!"
"Then let's thank God he isn't!" Amala said. "Now, Harry… Which move did you last make? I kinda lost it"
"Um…" Harry said and looked at the board. "I moved my queen to A6."
"And I just took it with my knight" Ron said, grinning at him as he ordered the knight to take the queen.
"Damn" Harry swore and Amala smiled.
"This is so exciting!" she said with a fake smile. "Oh, ow, that must've hurt… Haven't you learnt never to hit a lady!"
The knight just stared at her oddly, just like everybody else. Amala pretended not to notice.
"He's so horrible to you, isn't he?" Lavender said compassionately towards Amala. "Does he hurt you?"
"Never" Amala said with a glare before spotting Ginny who was just walking down the stairs. "Ginny!" she said. "What have you been reading lately?"
"Umm…" she said with a thoughtful look before she saw the desperate look on Amala's face. "A very interesting book, I forgot it's name, but I can show it to you. I just returned it to the library. Come on, let me show you!"
"Thanks!" Amala said, jumping up. "See you later, guys. Tell me who won"
"I did" Ron replied, sending his pawn a bit forward on the board. "Check mate"
"Exhilarating!" Amala cried as both she and Ginny walked out through the portrait.
"He must've given her some potion" Lavender said as both she and Parvati got up. "Did you see how she acted? We must talk her out of this! Come with me"
The two walked up the stairs to the dorms while the other three stared after her.
"Poor Amala" Harry remarked.
"No kidding" Hermione replied and sighed. "Those two are horrible and I wouldn't blame her if she did something stupid tonight, when she gets back."
"Neither would I" Ron and Harry said in the same time.
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Sirius walked towards the huge castle, not seeming to be very happy. Yes, Iris and him were back together, but he wasn't sure how he would act when Simnai was around. He couldn't get the thought of Iris cheating on him again out of his head. He didn't want to share and he wasn't sure if he could bare the elf's presence.
He frowned, wondering about the Fal'silians who stayed in the castle. So, there would be Akanai Kenden… He was ok. Sania Demonheart, she was nice. Simnai… he didn't want to think about him. Varamesh… he was a close friend of Simnai and Sirius knew nothing else of him. And these people would all be in Hogwarts, and possibly, but not surely, others would be coming and going. Sybille was back in the kingdom and she was ruling it along with the viceroy and Maxwell, the viceroy's son. Sirius had no idea what to make of Maxwell's status in the politics of the Fal'sil, but that was not such an important problem.
He wondered briefly if the students had gotten to see the elves and the half-elf, since they'd only arrived at the castle at about midnight, having some things to solve. Apparently, Kenden would had had to make it there sooner since he was the new Transfiguration Professor until McGonagall was out of St Mungo's. Poor McGonagall… Sirius had always respected her and felt quite sorry that she was in hospital again. She was old and she was hurt a lot in battles… He wished her a good luck inside his mind as the doors of the castle opened to let him in.
He walked up and down the corridors towards Iris's rooms and, after a few turns here and there, he could easily see Sania walking around, looking quite confused. When she heard his steps, she turned towards him and smiled with excitement.
"Sirius!" she cried happily. "Boy, am I glad to see you!"
"Huh?" he asked, frowning.
"I'm lost" she said simply with a shrug. "And I can't find anybody to show me where anything is! I'm so lost…" Raising her head and sniffing the air in a tragic way she said "Find me, I'm lost!"
As Sirius stared at her curiously for a few seconds, she bit her lower lip before pouting and making puppy-eyes.
"Please, Siri…" she pleaded sweetly and offered him her arm.
"Of course!" he said, finally getting in the role of his character and sliding his arm around hers. "Where to?"
"Wherever you like, my knight in shiny armor. Oh, thank you" she replied in a damsel in distress voice.
"Anywhere?" Sirius asked, mock-insinuating.
"Anywhere. Where were you heading to, milord?" she asked sweetly.
"Iris's rooms" he replied simply and then he smiled mischievously. "Would you like me to take you there?"
"What! How dare you!" she asked, taking a hand to her mouth, in mock-shock. "How dare you take me to the rooms of your beloved! Oh, please, I know what you have in mind, you horrible man! You want to take me there and then, then!… then you want to take advantage of poor little me and ravage me in her own bed! How dirty of you! How dare you!"
"Um…" Sirius said, raising an amused eyebrow at her. "Actually, I have no intention to do that"
"Oh, but please!" she said quickly. "Please, please, pleasepleaseplease!"
Sirius laughed as they walked like that, arm in arm towards Iris's rooms. Sania seemed to be bored, out of all things and she was clinging on to him desperately, probably in mockery of her role. Now there was a crazy girl.
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Sybille was smiling at the queen's advisors as she fed them some very interesting information. Yep, very interesting indeed. And very false. Perfect for giving those who would be fired. And gods, how she loved Jane for telling her to fire them! And Cecilia would be going bye-bye soon.
"So, then, we'll be allying with Eleutheria soon" she concluded and the advisors grinned. "But please don't forget that the only reason you are to know this is because you are her majesty's advisors… if such news is found out, we might have quite a lot of problems. Eleutheria is not seen very well by our enemies"
"Of course, milady!" one of the advisors said, eyes wide. "It is interesting that we never heard of Eleutheria until now"
"It has more than one name" Sybille said, smiling in a frightening way. "You've probably heard some of the other names, but this name is the one which quite a lot of people use… about ten, eleven million of them use this name"
"Ten-eleven million!" another advisor gaped. "How come we've never heard of it then?"
"They call it that back on Earth and Earth is the queen's home" Sybille said with a very wicked smile. "I should be going back to my duties now"
The advisors watched her as she turned on her heels and walked out of the room nobly, but quickly.
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Amala ate her food at dinner with quite a lot of hunger. Ginny and her had been walking down the corridors, chatting about different things for about an hour, before they went to the Great Hall for a good meal.
"You're starting to rival Ron" Ginny laughed.
"Oh, shut up" she replied, rolling her eyes and looking towards the teachers' table where Severus was chatting with Flitwick. Dumbledore was eating merrily and talking with Simnai the elf. Him, Varamesh and Sania had appeared at breakfast and had earned their share of stalks down corridors and of weird looks before students started taking their presence as normal.
"Hey look" Ginny said and Amala instantly turned to see whatever Ginny was talking about. "Lavender and Parvati are coming!"
"Goody" Amala replied and looked at her food for about two seconds before saying: "I just lost my appetite"
Ginny laughed.
"Would you rather we go to the kitchens?" she suggested.
"Sure!" Amala replied and got up in the same time as Ginny, which was –wow, how surprising- the exact same time when Lavender and Parvati made it to them.
"Hey, wait, we want to talk to you" Lavender said as friendly as she could.
"Sorry, I need to go the bathroom" Amala said, shooting her a smile. With a short goodbye nod, she and Ginny departed quickly, leaving the two behind, offended.
"Close one!" Ginny laughed.
"Too close" Amala laughed back as they got out of the Great Hall and walked towards the kitchen.
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"What will it be this year, Harry?" Ron asked and Harry frowned at them, as they (plus Hermione) entered the Great Hall.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Well, let's see" Ron said, counting on his fingers. "First year, the whole philosopher stone, dead Quirrel thingy. Second year, the stuff with the basilisk and the petrified people and the diary and the chamber of secrets, third year everything about Sirius being a murderer and him "attacking" the school…"
The trio sat down in front of Lavender and Parvati. Ron continued.
"Fourth year, you get yourself in the Tournament, nearly killing yourself, in fifth year Umbridge comes and everything's a mess, sixth year it's the whole war-green-flame-torch-Towers thingy… So what's it going to be this year? Because I sure as hell don't think it'll be a boring year"
"I'm hoping for it" Harry replied and Hermione chuckled.
"It won't happen" she said amusedly. "Not with you in the school, Harry… I'm willing to bet that our last year will end with a bang!"
"Let's hope it's a good one, then" Harry replied, putting some food in his plate and starting to eat. God, wasn't it good? Those wonderful, baked potatoes and that juicy stake… oh, yeah, he was hungry.
"What are you scowling at!" Hermione said next to him, making him look up surprised, to see her glaring at Lavender.
"Snape has some kind of a spell on your friend!" she said.
"No he doesn't" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yes, he has! She was much nicer last year and now, look at her! Running away from us all the time! We'll make her see the light!"
"I wouldn't dare do that if I were you" Hermione glared.
"Gonna hex us, your brilliantness?" Parvati asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Nope" Hermione said, taking a fork of potatoes. "She'll do it herself"
"Yeah, right" Lavender said, rolling her eyes incredulously. Hermione shrugged at her before taking one more fork of food. Meanwhile, on her right, Ron was stuffing himself.
It didn't take long for Harry to finish his food and he waited patiently for Hermione and Ron to finish theirs. Hermione noticed he'd finished and smiled at him.
"You go right ahead, Harry, don't wait for us, we'll be late"
Harry raised an eyebrow before getting up and noticing Luna was just getting out of the Great Hall. He smiled and hurried after her. He might as well take for a walk through the castle.
He got out of the Great Hall just in time to see her disappear after a corner and ran after her.
"Wait up!" he said loudly and, in less than a second, Luna was leaning back from behind the corner, looking dreamily at him.
"Yes?" she asked as he nearly collided with her. She didn't seem unfazed in the slightest.
"Would you mind me waling you to wherever you're going?" he asked, flashing her a smile.
"Please, come" she replied, smiling at him and finally reverting in a normal position, straightening her spine and standing tall in front of him, not a leaning-backward one.
He took her hand –her left hand as she was way too close to the right wall for him to even try to squeeze between it and her- and they started walking down the corridor.
"How was your first day?" Harry asked and she smiled dreamily.
"Great. Yours?"
"Very nice. Kenden is a great teacher" Harry replied.
"I agree" Luna said. "He's like a king, so powerful… and good-looking, too. He seems to be a warrior-girl's dream"
"Um…" Harry said confusedly, not knowing what to reply to that. "Yeah?"
"Yeah" Luna replied. "I like you better though, he's too old for me"
"That's good to know" Harry replied, still confused and becoming even more confused as Luna laughed soundly for a reason only she knew. "Why are you laughing?" he decided to ask. Luna only laughed harder.
"You're so… sweet!" she laughed. "I love you Harry!"
Harry watched her confused and, before he knew it, the words slipped from his mouth.
"I love you too" he replied and she chuckled before kissing him on the lips. He replied to her kiss, still wondering what was going on as she deepened it before suddenly breaking the connection.
"Come on, I need to get to the Common Room soon" she said and pulled his hand slightly. Harry followed her on a relatively short way to a portrait of a wise-looking old man. "Well, I can't tell you the password, so you'd better go"
"Okay… see you later" he replied and she nodded happily towards him. He smiled back and turned on his heels. Before he went round the corner, he heard her say something but didn't quite understand what.
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"Hey" Sania said, watching the older man sit down on the couch in the common living room that she, the two elves and Kenden shared.
"Hey" he replied and, after a second, decided to lie down. "Am I tired"
"I don't know, are you?" she playfully replied.
"Gods, yes" he replied and sighed. "But it's better now"
She smiled at him and decided that, well, she could give it a shot. After all, he was an absolutely amazing-looking guy and he had one great personality and… wow.
"I'm going to ask you the question at least half the girls in the school would want to know the answer to" she said playfully.
"Mmm?" he asked, looking at her curiously. "Which is…?"
"Do you have a girlfriend?" Sania asked innocently and he chuckled.
"Yes" he replied.
"Not again" she moaned and chuckled.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "That is, if I want to know"
"Urgh" she replied and sat down next to him –well, next to his chest, as he was lying down- "every time I land my eyes on a great guy, poof! He's taken. I mean, let's see… there was this elf, he has a wife. Then I liked Jack Towers, he went out with Tonks. I liked another elf, seemed he liked men, not women"
Kenden laughed at that, but she continued.
"Then I get sent to the Forbidden Forest and spend my time with all the wonderful creatures there. Then I manage to escape my duties. Then I like Sirius, I find out, hey! He's with Iris. I sigh to myself, want to go out with Varamesh, even for a few dates, I find out he's been with somebody for ten years. Then I like Maxwell, he's engaged. I actually consider going out with Malfoy, only to find out he's dating Ginny Weasley. You, my friend, are just the last drop"
"Wow" Kenden laughed. "When you have bad luck, you really have bad luck, don't you?"
"Oh, yeah" Sania replied exasperatedly and felt his arm sneak around her waist. She frowned towards him and he smiled in an amused way.
"You asked whether I had a girlfriend, not whether I wanted to go out with you" he said.
"What about your girlfriend?" she asked biting her lower lip.
"We never got married because neither of us is a saint" Kenden replied and smiled slightly. "Getting married is similar to swearing we'll never be with anybody else for the rest of our lives… which is not really the truth"
"Open relationship?" Sania asked.
"Yes" he replied amusedly. "If you have a problem with that, I…"
"I have nooo problem with that" Sania replied and chuckled, lying down on him in a casual way. He was now holding her in his arms and her hair fell on his face. He didn't seem to mind, though.
"If you're sure" he replied and kissed her lips.
"I definitely don't" she replied and smiled mischievously as she slid her hand under his shirt. "I really like you"
He smiled amusedly towards her and asked:
"My bedroom or yours?"
"Yours" she replied quickly and got off him. He got up after her and put a hand over her shoulders, leading him to his bedroom. He locked the door behind them, just in case one of the elves decided to interrupt and, after a short thought, placed a silencing charm on the room. He turned towards Sania who smiled at him.
"Can I use your bathroom?" she asked and he nodded. "Thanks"
He lied down on the bed for about two minutes before she emerged from the bathroom and jumped in the bed. He chuckled.
"What's so funny?" she asked.
"Do you usually jump into bed with guys?" he replied with a question and she laughed, getting on top of him.
"No, I usually lie down" she answered, her eyes twinkling. He smiled before insisting.
"And in the less literal way?"
"No not even then" she replied and bit her lower lip, suddenly thoughtful. "You don't think I'm one of those easy women, do you? 'Cause I'm not, really! I think you're the first guy with whom I ever…"
"Whoa, whoa" Kenden laughed as he looked at her embarrassed face. "I know. I'm not the one to judge. One elf of yours told me many things about you"
"Who?" she asked curiously.
"Teron" the older man replied simply.
"He was a great guy" Sania replied dreamily. "Too bad he ended up with Julie"
"He only had words to praise you" the man replied and turned them both so he was on top. "I liked you since I first saw you"
"Hmm, you were pretty high on my list, too" she replied mischievously before she was drawn into a kiss.
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Voldemort raised an eyebrow as a man entered the room. He wasn't one of the Death Eaters, but he was a spy on the Fal'sil and therefore, very useful. Only before, he didn't know about nearly anything except the general plans about the kingdom, their allies, enemies, etcetera.
"Come in" he said and smiled horribly.
"My lord" the man said and bowed deeply, Fal'silian style. "I have interesting news"
"Oh?" Voldemort asked curiously.
"Lady Sybille gathered us today and told us of some very interesting plans queen Chase has made" he said and Voldemort groaned on the inside. The Fal'silian people were way too respectful of their leaders and old traditions for his liking. He didn't trust his spy on long term, but, alas, he knew that he would bring useful information at least for awhile… if he could get it. Of course, one day he might revert to being faithful to his queen, which was not good. Voldemort didn't really like any of the Fal'sil, or Fal'silians or whatever they called themselves –the exact names of anything that included 'Fal'sil' in the name was still a mystery to him and to most people, since the language the word came from was long forgotten and people called things as it came to their tongue, which was very annoying-… So, rant over, he never really liked them since they were generally powerful and noble and true to their cause. Of course, there were exceptions…
"What plans?" He asked.
"She wants to ally us to some kingdom" the man replied. "It seems to be important. Lady Sybille told us that if word got out of this alliance, may people would not be pleased."
"What kingdom?" Voldemort asked.
"She called it 'Eleutheria'" the man replied.
"It rings a bell" Voldemort said and frowned. "What do you know about it?"
"Not much" the man admitted. "She said that it had many names and that 'Eleutheria' was used by ten-eleven million people"
"Hmmm" Voldemort said, pacing around the room thinking. "Eleutheria… Where have I heard this word before? Eleutheria…"
Suddenly, he stopped pacing and he narrowed his eyes dangerously before turning to the man in fury.
"It's not a kingdom!" he cried and the man jumped back a little. "Hell, it means 'freedom' in Greek! She's been feeding you wrong information."
"Damn" the man swore. "It's standard technique, feeding wrong information… she'll be dismissing us soon. Queen's orders, probably"
"Chase doesn't trust you, that foolish little child" Voldemort said and sighed slowly. "See what other job you can get"
"Yes, sire" the man replied and exited the room. Meanwhile, Voldemort paced around the room furiously. Eleutheria… He'll show that idiotic woman what it meant to mock him…
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"Amala… We want to talk to you" Lavender said, closing in on her roommate.
"I'm soooo tired" Amala said with a fake smile. "Tomorrow, perhaps?"
Hermione watched curiously as Amala backed down towards her bed. This would not end up well. The bedroom was small and the two girls would go against Amala, who would react badly… But Hermione swore to herself she wouldn't interfere unless Amala had trouble. She definitely wouldn't interfere if the other two did.
"No!" Parvati cried. "You're avoiding us!"
"I wonder why" Amala replied sarcastically and the two girls gasped.
"You're starting to even talk like him!" Lavender said. "What has he done to you?"
"Leave it!" Amala said and glared at them. "Please!"
"You need to be helped!" Parvati said, shaking her head slightly.
"My personal life is not of any importance to you" Amala said, backing down against her bed. "Please, don't interfere!"
"He must've given you a potion of some sort" Lavender said, tutting slightly. "Or used a hex. Poor girl, you can't see straight now"
"I can see perfectly" Amala replied, blinking at them. "Leave me alone!"
"No, we want to help you" Lavender insisted and walked towards Amala who glared at her.
"I don't need any help, there's nothing wrong with me!" she cried in frustration. "Why can't you see it? I love him, he loves me, everything's alright!"
"Imperius? Oh, he's going to Azkaban!" Lavender said with sorrow. "You'll thank us one day for this, you'll see"
"I don't think so" Amala said and, as Lavender closed in on her, took out her wand. "Stop trying to help me, this part of my life is perfect!"
"You want to hex us?" Parvati asked. "What has he done to you?" she sniffed, her eyes suddenly in tears. "You were so sweet and innocent and he's made you lose your innocence, sweet Amala"
"What!" she asked, confused.
"Did he make you make love to him?" Lavender asked before a horrified look appeared on her face and she clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, God, he must have!"
"He didn't" Amala replied in a low voice. "He's a gentleman, believe it or not. He never touched me" okay, she was exaggerating, but still.
"Even obliviated you" Parvati said slowly and Lavender tried to get to Amala. Quickly, though, Amala put her wand under the girl's nose and growled to her.
"One step, and you'll wish you never tried to "help" me"
"But" Lavender said and took that critical step…
Hermione watched as all hell broke loose. Amala was not a good spell caster. Which, as she had found out one day from a book, was much worse than being able to cast small spells perfectly since a spell cast just partially right, and especially, a hex that was cast just partially right was much harder to undo afterwards and sometimes had worse effects than the original one. And Amala was one of those very dangerous people who cast hexes and curses partially right… Yep, all hell broke loose.
"Densaugeo!" she cried towards Lavender and the girl managed to duck. "Fernunculus!"
"She's gone mad!" Parvati cried as she was hit by the spell and boils appeared all over her neck. "AAAAAAAA!"
Lavender got her wand out, but Amala was quicker.
"Tarantallegra!" she cried and Lavender, instead of doing the tarantella, ended up doing one of those Russian jumping-dances, kicking her feet up in the air and dropping her wand before falling on the floor.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Parvati cried, but Amala ducked quickly.
"Rictusempra!" she cried and Parvati was fully hit and collapsed in giggles. Amala stood there furiously and then shouted over Parvati's giggles and Lavender's pants and hits in the beds: "You're two idiots!"
Hermione watched as the girl disappeared through the door and she wondered where she was going like that. After all, it was after curfew and even considering any understanding she might have from Snape, it was rather unlikely she'd run into him and not, say, Filch. But then again, maybe she was lucky… Or maybe she would just go downstairs?
With a sigh, the smartest witch in the year tried to undo Amala's magic, but she found it difficult to do so. Yep, messed up spells were really buggers.
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Severus shot a rare smile towards Flitwick as the small, cheery man gave another one of his funny comments. He'd never been too friendly to the man, but after all, he was one of the most intelligent people in the school… and a good dueler. He was a nice person to talk with and a funny person at that. It was a shame he hadn't wanted to join the Order since a good dueler was always needed, but as Flitwick had said it himself, he was too old to fight in the war.
He said a short goodbye to the man as the other Professor exited his office and went to his own rooms, feeling surprisingly alright with the world. Flitwick had made a few comments on his relationship with Amala, but they friendly ones and not blaming at all. He appreciated that in the small man.
He got into his bedroom and was just about to take down his robes when somebody knocked slowly on the door. He raised an eyebrow and walked to the entrance of the room, wondering who it would be. Well, he had a feeling it would be Amala, but it was after curfew and what would she be doing there?
He opened the door and, to his surprise, there she was, in front of his door, smiling sheepishly.
"Hello, Amala" Severus said and shot a smile at her in a pleasant, yet curious way as he let her in his rooms.
"Hi" she replied, biting her lips. "I shouldn't have come…"
"You're always welcomed" he replied and closed the door behind her and locked it with a charm.
"Not quite what I meant" Amala replied with a very disturbed smile. "Everybody knows that I… that we… that you and I…"
Severus chuckled slightly and leaned down to kiss her, before putting his arms around her, deciding for something in a moment's notice.
"So? It's not against the rules or the law… Let them gossip"
Amala frowned as she looked in his eyes.
"What are you playing at? You're not supposed to be this cheerful" she said.
"Perhaps I want to bed you" he replied with an amused smile, his arms still around her, going down towards her waist. "Maybe that's why I'm… cheerful"
"Severus…" she started a warning, but he silenced her with a soft kiss, pulling her even closer to him. It didn't work all that well, though. "People will talk"
"They'll talk anyway" he replied. "But why did you come?"
"Had a fight with Lavender and Parvati" she replied and chuckled slightly. "About you"
"Really?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "One might think they have enough sense not to do it. Remind me to take fifty points off them tomorrow"
"We're in the same House!" Amala said and glared at him as he chuckled darkly. "And besides, I hexed them with my awful spells and now Parvati's laughing like an idiot and Lavender's doing a… polka or what's that jumpy Russian dance?"
"I'll ask Albus to transfer you to Slytherin" he replied with a laugh. "I'm surprised you didn't run into Filch when you came here, though"
"So am I" she said and looked at him a bit thoughtfully.
"Now, how about we go to bed, hmm?" Severus asked and could tell that her mouth dried.
"I don't… I'm not ready… please" she pleaded, but he just chuckled darkly before practically dragging her on the couch. "Severus!" she squealed.
"Shh" he shushed her as he lied down, her on top of him. "Nothing will happen… unless you want it to"
"I don't want to" she replied, a bit scared.
"Okay" he said and started petting her hair. "Shh…"
It took her some time to relax and Severus knew that she did it because she felt she was on top of the situation. Well, she quite literally was, but that was another story. But when she relaxed, he knew he had his chance. He kissed her neck several times before biting her slightly and making her gasp in surprise.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, offended.
"You mind?" he asked in his silkiest voice. When she didn't reply, he just muttered a "good".
Now, Severus was a true Slytherin. And he knew what he wanted. And he knew what he had to do to gain it. He had to go straight through the girl's defenses and convince her to make love to him –well, what did you think he wanted to do? Pat her gently on the head and kiss her goodnight?-. Maybe he wouldn't manage it tonight, but it sure was a good occasion and he could always resume later.
Of course he loved her: there was no doubt. He knew what love was and he felt it for her… But he also wanted to make love to her. And he knew she would like it, too… If only he'd manage to convince her that he would not be taking advantage of her or hurt her.
As their playing around became more heated, he decided he should ask the question he knew she was dreading:
"Shouldn't we move to bed?" he purred in her ear.
She looked at him, eyes indeed not very happy. He sighed slowly.
"I'm not ready, Severus, really…" she said slowly.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Come on. I'm with you. I won't hurt you."
She stayed there, in silence, pondering about what she should do before biting her lip slightly.
"Let's go. But it doesn't mean anything!" she added quickly and he smirked.
"Of course it doesn't" he responded sarcastically as she stood up. He got up and took her hand. "Nothing at all"
"Severus" she said slowly as he smirked. "Sometimes you scare me"
"You too?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Amazing. Not even my own lover is comfortable in my presence"
"Could you please stop being so sarcastic?" she snapped and he chuckled. "You're…"
"Relaxed. You should relax, too" he replied, amusement in his eyes as he closed the bedroom door behind them. Yes, he was relaxed and he wished her to be, too. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable"
Amala uncomfortably sat down on the bed and Severus sighed deeply. How on Earth could she be that uncomfortable? She hadn't been like that before, when she'd spent the night together… But then again, before he hadn't acted quite like this. But why was she so afraid? He wondered.
She lied down as he stretched down next to her and kicked his shoes off. Definitely better than the couch, he mused as his hair fell down on her face.
"You know" he said, "You are so scared of something you'd like so much"
"Pardon?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"You heard me" he said amused. "Stop worrying so much. Forget everything people told you about this subject, they're not the ones who are here, you are."
"Please, Severus" she pleaded slowly. "Don't force me to…"
"I'm not forcing you" he sighed. "I'm not. Relax. Don't tell me not to go too far. You know what we'll do?"
"What?" she asked, frowning slightly.
"I'll do whatever crosses my mind and you'll tell me where you want us to stop, alright?" he said and saw her nod slightly. He smiled sincerely at her and well… he started slowly, indeed. And from the very beginning.
She didn't say anything about the light kisses on her lips. Or about the deeper ones. About him caressing her hair. About moving his hands over the upper part of her body. About slipping a hand on her stomach. About leaning down to kiss it. About moving his hands up and on the parts of her body.
Nor did she say anything when he finally touched her breasts and caressed them slowly. She actually started touching him, caressing his hair by the time his lips were on her navel. The moment he wanted to take her blouse off, she said something.
"Umm… stop?" she said slowly and he raised an eyebrow.
"You know that I've felt everything you have under there, don't you?" he asked amusedly. "What's the difference, with it or without it?"
She frowned slightly before rolling her eyes.
"Fine" she replied and he smirked, taking off her blouse.
And then, he kept becoming more and more daring. Soon enough, she'd lost herself in the feelings too much to notice that his hand was a bit lower than where she'd put her imaginary limits. She did notice after some time, when he became bolder, though. But she couldn't complain, somehow she'd fallen into fascination with him and could only watch amazed as he took off her pants. Then he took a few seconds to get in the same state as her before moving back to the complicated task of getting her to lighten up.
It took her awhile to forget her defenses, but finally she did… And although at first it seemed as if she'd been right to fear all along, it turned out, a bit later, that she hadn't been quite that right.
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Harry watched amazedly as Hermione and Ginny went down together, Amala not with them.
"Where's…?" he started asking, but Hermione cut him off.
"She's had a fight with Lavender and Parvati the other night" she chuckled. "Parvati ended up laughing like a maniac and with tones of boils on her neck and Lavender danced like crazy. It took me nearly twenty minutes to take off the hexes"
"She hexed them!" Harry frowned.
"Did she ever!" Ginny laughed. "Oh, I could hear the cries as if they were near me!"
"So could I" Ron replied and chuckled. "What a night… But where is she?"
"She fled after the battle" Hermione said thoughtfully. "If I'm not mistaking, she made it safely to wherever she went or she'd been back at some point. I'm willing to bet she went to Snape's rooms"
"So am I!" Ginny chuckled.
"I'm not hungry anymore" Ron muttered, a mental image going through his head. The two girls laughed. "What! Don't you find the thought of them… well, together disturbing?"
"Well…" Hermione said slowly and Ginny looked up towards the ceiling innocently "maybe a bit. But it's really not that bad. Come on, let's go to breakfast!"
The four of them went down to the Great Hall only to find Amala already there, a soft smile on her lips and a dreamy look on her face. As she saw the other four, she waved at them happily.
"How's your night been?" Hermione asked amusedly.
"Wonderful. I'll be giving you details later" Amala replied and smiled mischievously at her before winking.
"Hey, my appetite!" Ron complained and Hermione laughed.
"You're too fat anyway" she said with a chuckle and he rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'll be wanting details"
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That day went on, much to Amala's amusement, just like the days that would follow it: Lavender and Parvati were avoiding her at all costs, a few Gryffindors were watching her oddly and Severus was smiling at her from time to time, even in classes! Of course, when nobody except the other three Gryffindors saw it. Hermione thought it was nice. Ron started loosing weight –whether it was due to the thoughts of her and Severus or to Hermione's comment, Amala didn't know-.
But alas, after about a week, a letter that would change many things forever appeared in her life.
It was not her day.
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Translation:
My dear Amala,
I'm happy that we've managed to finish our studies sooner and we'll be coming to visit you, along with Charlie Weasley, the British dragon caretaker. We will bring a dragon with us to guard your new school. I can't wait to see you, kitten! And I'd love to meet that boy you told me about during summer.
Can't wait to see you,
Mum.
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AN: I am starting to be very, very evil, no? First, Binns as Head of House, then Amala's parents coming to Hogwarts… And the love scene… very suggestive without going above PG-13. I love this! Lol.
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GamingGuy84: I don't feel sorry for Lucius and Narcissa either… That was a reason why I killed them, you know ;-) It'll be interesting to watch Avery now, since he's nuts and, you can ask anybody, people who don't care if they live or die and are also nuts can be very, very dangerous and hard to kill. Oh, and I know you don't like too much Snape/Amala, but there are a few scenes that I've been dreaming about ever since I imagined this story and especially this pairing for the first time… Some of them have already been in here, as the scenes when she first made passes at him and well… the scene in this chapter. The next one has something to do with the letter ;-). But there will also be a few interesting scene soon… like a nice Avery/Voldemort interaction (which has nothing to do with romance, lol) and a very nice revelation about Jack Strois… and the Four Founders… and Hogwarts itself (shouldn't have said that… shouldn't have…) and… okay, I'll stop here before I hint you the end of the story! Lol
Alcapacien: Yes! Binns is the new head of House! Mwahahaha, indeed… Wait 'til you see Harry's face when, all of a sudden… :stops suddenly: I'm sooo not telling you this! You'll have to wait 'til next chap. :wicked grin: And yes, I'm sorry about the two of them, too. But McGonagall will recover, she's a strong cat.
Soramiko: Hmm, perhaps you're right about keeping straight the English language… And yes, Binns is there for a reason –I can't wait to see him really at peace with himself (read: dead) and get Dumbledore to actually search for a new history of magic teacher :eyes light up:- And what does "ja ne" mean? I'm clueless with Japanese –although a few of my friends from another class take Japanese courses and I could've went with them…- Thanks for your most wonderful review:-)
Tsuetsu: Thank you
Marauder#3: Thanks:huge grin:
Inu-kokoro: You know, the "threesomes are always the best" thing is surprisingly very… Seer-ish. You'll See what I mean ;-) And wow, I'd sooo forgotten about McGonagall going to St Mungo's before when I wrote that. Not that if I'd remembered I'd have changed it, but still. And yes, she did come back with a cane, poor thing. I think I'll need to make it up to her. And you're right, to the Gryffindors too, or they'll kill me ;-)