next chapter! but first, the most wonderful reviewer in the world:
pcsoccerpmt-first off, no Maggie is not in Gryfindor(argh, spelling) she's in my house, Hufflepuff. I absolutely adored the half blood prince. that and the fifth book are my favorites. as you may or may not have realized, im using a lot of stuff from order of the phoenix(cause it was awesome) two more things: one, you seem to be my only reader, or atleast my only reviewer, so if you could put out a good word for me to whoever, i would be enternaly grateful. second,sorry about the cyborg thing in Raven's Memories. i just can't make my mind work right to write anything good with him
wow...that was long. now, to the story!
When Harry arrived back in the Gryffindor common room, he was surprised to see Ron and Hermione still up. It was getting close to midnight, and they had no homework to give them an excuse.
"What are you guys still doing up?" Harry asked, as though everything he was about to tell them was a perfectly resonable excuse.
"You weren't in bed when I went up," Ron said, "so we figured, well Hermione figured, thatyou had gone to talk to that Hufflepuff girl." Harry couldn't help but smile at the knowledge that Hermione had deducted that.
"Yeah, I did," Harry said, joining them in an armchair in front of the fire, "and you'll never believe what I found out." He told them everything Maggie had told him. Ron stared in shock, but Hermione acted as though it were a normal conversation, nodding in agreement at certain points of his story.
"I just can't believe we were there all summer last year and never knew about her," Harry thought out loud after he'd finished.
"Maybe you didn't," Hermione said. Ron's gaze moved from Harry to her, open mouthed expression not changing.
"You knew she was there?" Harry asked, in a mix of anger and disbelief.
"Well, not her, no. I knew someone was there. When we were there at Christmas, you spent about an entire day in the attic with Buckbeak. According to your story, you'd have seen Maggie unless she hid in the air vent. Well, that evening, I remember finding a bit of paper on my bed room floor, like it could have fallen out of the vent. Let me go get it..." She ran up to the girl's dormitory, leaving Harry and Ron sitting in silence. After a moment, she ran back down holding a piece of parchment folded neatly into quarters. She opened it on a table and they gathered around to read it.
"A Surrender to the Moon
All day he fights himslef,
Knowing what the moon will bring.
Perhaps this time,
He could fight it.
To see her terrified eyes again,
To see her trying to hide from him,
Brought more pain then his curse could ever manage.
As a perfect round orb peers out from behind clouds,
He focuses everything he is into remaining himself.
Inside him he can feel the curse rising,
Forcing his thoughts to her emrald eyes,
He tries to keep it away,
But he can feel himself changing still.
Finally he gives up his protests,
And surrenders to the moon.
MLP"
"I didn't understand it at first, but now I think I might. If we asume everything is true, then Maggie wrote this." Ron, who was still puzzling over the poem, looked up at her.
"It's about Lupin. About him trying not to change into a werewolf cause it scared her." Hermione nodded.
"It must have been terrifying for her," Harry thought out loud, "I mean, it was frightening enough that night leaving the shreiking shack, but for a little girl. And someone she was close to..."
"Are you sure it's her? I mean, anyone could've written this." Ron turned the paper over as though looking for some proof then looked at Hermione, who pondered it for a moment.
"Harry, what's your middle name?" she asked after a minute.
"James, after my dad."(yes, it's true! JK Rowling said so herslef, i read it on a website "Look at the initials at the bottom of the page. MLP. Magnolia Lilly Potter." Both boys nodded. "You know what, I have another one of these. Hang on." She ran back up to her dormitory and came down with another peice a paper. Breathing a bit haevily, she smoothed it out on the table next to the first.
"Hand picked wild flowers,
A memorial to what I lost,
What we all lost,
And so very much like it,
Like him.
Flawed but beautiful,
Tattered at the edges but wonderful,
Flawed to the world but to my eyes,
And I know tothose eyes just like mine,
Perfect in every way.
MLP"
They were silent for awhile until Harry spoke, his voice just barely a whisper.
"How did you get this? We haven't been in the house since..."
"I found this one in the Burrow. The day after you arrived this summer. Tonks had been there the night before, she must have dropped it. Maggie must've given it to her or she found it or something." Harry stared down at the second poem in silence. She had been through everything he had. Losing parents, and then Sirius. There was someone who knew exactly how he felt. After awhile, Ron went up to bed, shortly after Hermione did the same, leaving Harry alone. He picked up a quill and started to write.
There! and I have a plot too! except you dont know it yet! fear not, youll find out soon. By the way, I wrote both of those poems, so if for any reason you wish to use them, just ask permission first if you dont mind! that be all!
Rochwen