The Secret Auror
By: Pirate-Girl1017
Chapter 3
The two exchanged glances then looked back at Harry.
"We knew that, you told us they were friends," she sat down again.
"No, no not that way," he pulled at his ever-messy hair. "The like-like way as in how I used to like Cho way!" He acted as if the world were about to end and collapsed into a near by chair.
"What the bloody hell gave you that idea?" Ron said horrified.
"I overheard Dumbledore and McGonagall when I was coming back here. They were talking about weddings for the love of god!"
"Weddings?"
"Yeah, Snape's and my Aunt Bluebelle's!" There was silence, only interrupted by Ron choking on his own spit once his mind registered what was said.
"That conjures up some nasty images," he winced. "I mean Snape and her haven't even been talking for days! How could he like-like her?"
"I don't want to know," Harry moaned.
"Maybe she was being sarcastic or joking," Hermione advised. "For some reason I don't think Professor Snape is one to get married." They slept on the topic for that time. But when Harry went to bed he had the worst dream imaginable. He was dressed a stiff tux as Bluebelle adjusted a long, white veil over her hair she asked if he would mind calling Snape 'Uncle Severus.'
Surprisingly the topic of marriage didn't' come up again. His Aunt and (thankfully not uncle) other teacher began talking again and eventually (near Halloween actually) she moved back to her original seat at the faculty dining table next to him. Two weeks before the holiday came Dumbledore made a special announcement at dinner.
"I would like to be the first to tell you, students, that this year we shall be having a masquerade ball for Halloween this year. All who come there will be a costume contest held and the winner shall receive 50 points for his or her house."
A collection of awes and cheers rang out among the student body.
"I would also like to set the rules down now for you to have a head start on your clothes. There will be no indecent showing of skin, I assume all of you know what I mean. And going to the ball as yourselves is not considered a costume. Each costume can be hand made or bought but will not be allowed to be enchanted."
This time groans issued from the audience.
"And a mask is mandatory the ball being a masquerade, it need not be extravagant, just enough to hide ones face. Anything else shall be allowed. The gala is Halloween night, I hope to see each and every one of you there." He sat and the feast appeared.
"What are you going to be Harry?" Ron asked.
"I don't know, I'll have to think about it. What about you Hermione?"
"I won't be going, I have hats to sew and I'm taking a poll down in Hogsmead on the popularity of the enslavement of house elves."
"How will you get into Hogsmead if it's not a trip?"
"Professor McGonagall gave me permission." The boys sighed at her futile attempts at freeing all house elves, they still knew it was hopeless but obviously she didn't.
Up at the teacher's table an aqua haired woman pondered as she speared a carrot with her fork.
"Don't tell me you want to dress up for that ridiculous little student dance?"
"I went to quite a few parties at school Severus and I'm not going to stop now. I haven't been to a party since Harry's first birthday."
"And what, pray tell, are you going to dress up as?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out, that is if you show up at the ball to see." Over the next few weeks the students of Hogwarts planned their costumes, arranged dates and set up decoration committees. One Saturday as Harry walked with Hermione to the library they noticed the Great Hall being strung up with black and orange streamers. The decorators were a group of Ravenclaws who had the job the for the day. Each house got it's own day to fix up the castle for the impending ball. And in the very center directing the group was Cho Chang.
Harry had tried to tell himself over and over again that he had gotten over her the year before. But that hadn't been working as of late. She turned her head his way, her long ponytail flipping over her shoulder, and locked eyes with him.
He could have sworn he died on the spot.
Unfortunately Hermione grabbed him by the arm and tried to drag him away from the hall. The Asian girl saw this and faced away from him in a huff, no doubt jumping to the conclusion she came to last year that he was more then friends with Hermione. Now he really did feel like dying.
"Hey Harry," Ron looked up from the book on Native American demons Bluebelle had him reading out of with her.
"Hi," he slumped down into an empty chair across from them.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing Aunt, just having a bad day."
"Well I wouldn't call that nothing. Ron, Hermione could you excuse us?" They nodded and she took her nephew by the wrist and led him out on the grounds to a stone bench nearly totally covered in moss. She took out her wand and removed the layer of vegetation on the seat and arranged her robes as she sat on it. "I recognize that look, your mother wore it a lot in her sixth and seventh years too."
"What do you mean?"
"Is there some one you haven't told me about yet, a girl perhaps?" He gulped nervously. "So it is a girl."
"How do you know all this stuff?"
"I don't," she smiled. "Years of practice reading people comes in handy, plus I had two sisters so the extra help came from that."
"Oh." She laughed and ruffled his hair, he grunted and tried to put it back in place. "Your mum looked and acted the same way you did when she stared falling for your father. That's how I know you have a girl on your mind."
"She acted like me?"
"Anyone with a crush acts that way, but you have her eyes and they lit up just like yours when the subject of a certain some one would pop up." He felt his face heat up from chin to hairline, it was a bit unnerving to have someone know you so well. His glasses slid down his nose from all the sweating he was doing.
"So, what does a person with a crush look like?"
"Well, let's see," she pulled out her wand and shot a red beam from it. Two miniature, red people floated in the air, they oddly resembled a version of Romeo and Juliet he'd seen his Aunt Petunia watch once. "One usually stares at the other a lot when they think they're not looking," the boy demonstrated. "Or it's sometimes that one will spend time with the other and have this dreamy expression," the girl's eyes glazed over.
"And that's how you see if they like some one?"
"Basically, it's really obvious most of the time." The little people puffed into tiny fireworks and disappeared. "Would you tell me who the lucky lady is?"
"Uh," he scratched the back of his head.
"It's alright, you don't have to. I remember being shy telling Lily about my crush in school, I know how it feels." He nodded and looked up at the shapes in the clouds. "So, what are you doing for the Halloween ball?"
"I don't know, I don't even have a date."
"I just met a young girl who seemed rather interested in you, what was her name," she rubbed her chin. "Oh yeah, Cho something, do you know her?"
"Yeah," he squeaked out when she hit too close to home. "I know her."
"Maybe you could go with her, or that Ginny Weasley." She sighed and plopped onto the grass and laid back. "It's been too long since I went to any dance, I may not even remember how."
"You dance?"
"I used to love dancing, Harry. I could stay at one of those parties until the sun came up." Absently she plucked a dandelion from the ground to play with its petals and smell its scent. "How on earth would I ever get into a good costume now?" That clicked to his memory of the day he saw the scars on her wrist, were they on the rest of her body? Was that why she never showed any more flesh then her hands, neck and head? Evan Professor Trelawney didn't cover up as much as she did. And it was rather warm for October, every one else had lighter clothing, except her, she kept her long gloves and skirts on like she did now.
"Aunt, would I be going to far to...I mean about the costume party. Do the teachers dress up too?"
"Of course, I don't think Severus will of course but they did all the years I was here. Why?"
"Why don't you think you could get into a costume, you're not fat or anything."
"My body, isn't in the best of conditions anymore," was her only reply. He didn't' need anything else, he was sure that her scars were on the rest of her as well and she didn't want any one seeing them. For the first tie in his life he was glad about only having one scar.
The day, or night really of the masquerade arrived and each guest was in his or her dormitory making last minute adjustments to their costumes. That included instructors. Harry, Ron and Hermione walked into the Great Hall and gawked over the decorations that lit up the room. Hermione had decided that she could do her house elf poll the next day, she wanted to see all the things every one came as. Green and orange jack O' lanterns floated in the air, ribbons ran along the walls, the ghosts flew and danced overhead. Iron cast candle sconces stood at the end of each table and in the corners. Cobwebs were scattered around and pretend coffins opened up to show stuffed vampires that handed out candy.
The tables were pushed against the wall to create a dancing floor that was bordered with floating skulls whose eye sockets glowed a fiery red. Other tables held all sorts of food and drinks and souvenirs of the evening.
Harry looked down at his costume, and winced. Why did he listen to Ron in the first place? He tugged at the cloth of his Dementor robes. His friends wore something one would consider normal-ish. The black silk mask that covered his eyes itched and clashed with his glasses. Ron clanked around in a full suit of armor he had borrowed from a statue in the second hall corridor. Hermione had made her own dress, the practice with clothes for house elves had paid off it seemed. She entered the hall as a medieval maiden with a peacock feather-plumed mask over her face.
He looked up at the staff table and thought his eyes would fall out and his heart rupture, he saw his Aunt.
She'd managed to put together an Arabian costume that would make any mortal man's mouth start watering. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail that fell down in wild curls over her back and held up by a silver band. A long sleeved, royal blue vest covered her top, it clasped between her breasts, a gauzy material fell over her middle all the way around from under it. A thick, intricately woven belt came around her waist and flowed into puffy pants that were snug around her ankles. Her shoes came to sharp points at the toes. A see through veil was draped over her face from the bridge of her nose past her chin. Her eyes spotted him and he noticed they were lined in kohl, she looked beautiful and had successfully not shone any of her marred skin.
He also noticed that she was sitting next to the only person in the room who didn't have a costume, Professor Snape. Then the only thing that could make the night even more unbearable was the entrance of Draco Malfoy and his new girlfriend Amethyst Pierce. The couple was expensively and elegantly dressed as the Phantom of the Opera and Christine. Ron rolled his eyes from inside his helmet at their posh looks then looked down at the rusty metal he wore and mentally kicked himself.
"Well Potter let's see what you came up with," Malfoy said. "Are you supposed to be dirty bed sheets?" The girl on his arm giggled and clutched her date.
"Oh I know, he's the space between Granger's ears!" Slashing blue eyes grinned at the trio as the green of the beautiful Slytherin girl laughed at them. The two left laughing madly at the Gryffindors inability to make a come back.
"Did you see that?" Bluebelle asked her friend.
"See what?"
"What Malfoy did to Harry." He waved it off and drank a glass of pumpkin juice.
"School rivalries, they're nothing new, ignore it." She shoved his shoulder and looked over as the hired band started to play. They were a new group in the wizarding world that had been swiftly climbing the charts, they called themselves the Evil Octupi. She had no idea why they picked that name, apparently no one else did either but no one else really cared because they liked their music so much. The children started to dance to the fast paced song, she saw Harry approach the young Asian girl she'd known was interested in him.
Before he could open his mouth she took him out to the floor and whispered something in his ear, his face glowed red.
"Well Harry seems lucky in love."
"Love is for the weak."
"That's it," she stood and grabbed Snape's arm and lifted him out of his seat. "I didn't waste my afternoons at school to teach you how to dance to have you just sit here. You. Dance. Now!" He dug his heels into the tiles as she tried to pull him to the dance floor.
"I don't dance!"
"Yes you do and you did it really good and you're not going to waste it!" A much slower song started to play and her face lit up in a grin. "Perfect."
"No."
"Yes." The lyrics flowed from the female lead singer's mouth in the form of a gothic style love song. She rested one hand on his shoulder, the other in his outstretched hand. His was forcibly placed on her small waist and enveloped her slender hand with his fingers. They moved gracefully over the floor, better so then the majority of all the other dancers there. "You haven't lost it."
"Only because you drilled it into me at a young age."
"Then I'm glad I did." The song seemed to have words to pierce her heart, the lyrics hit so close to her feelings. She recognized the song as the piece by a muggle, underground artist. It talked about how a woman felt like a schoolgirl with the man she loved, and she did, she really did.
"Is something wrong?"
"No, everything is fine," she put on a fake smile. 'Except my heart breaking,' she thought. Still she let him spin her around and pull her over the floor until the song ended. When they stopped their faces were centimeters away, their breath causing their hair to ruffle. For one moment she thought he was going to kiss her but he put his mask of the unemotional teacher on and looked cold as ever again and guided her back to her seat.
Her poor heart couldn't take it much more, at least she knew that. Harry came over to her when Snape left to go back to his rooms.
"Aunt, are you all right?"
"Yes Harry, I'm fine." He didn't believe her for a second, he put his hand on her arm.
"He hurt you, didn't he?" The rest of the room didn't even notice their conversation, except two professors that knew the truth about Severus and Bluebelle, McGonagall and Dumbledore listened carefully. "I saw you dancing, and you looked happy, as much as I don't know why you would be when it was him. You didn't get a grease stain on your costume did you? You never know with him."
"Harry, Harry you sure do know how to put me in a good mood when I'm down," she laughed. "Thank you. Now was that Cho Chang you were dancing with?"
"Uh...yeah it was. Did I tell you what a good dancer you were?" His changing of the subject didn't work out the way he wanted, instead she was more interested in his partner.
"What did she whisper to you?"
"Nothing," he said too quickly.
"Sure." The party lasted long into the night and she'd danced almost every dance with anyone willing to be her partner. By the end she made a mental note to never let Hagrid pulverize her feet next time he volunteered. The rest of the time she watched others, mainly her nephew, who asked Cho out to the floor three more times. Hermione didn't make it through one dance though, a joint in Ron's armor caught her dress and ripped it down the side from her hip to the floor.
Over all it was a wonderful evening, even though one guest left extremely early.
The next day she sat at her desk waiting for her morning class of Slytherins and Gryffindors, they were going to go over goblins today, only a more advanced lesson. As they started pilling in through the door she mentally took the roll as she had long since memorized their names by their faces.
'Lavender Brown, Parvoti Patil, Millicent Bulstrode,' she thought as they took their seats. 'Draco Malfoy playing kissy face with Amethyst Pierce.' The list went on through her mind until every one was in their assigned places and were paying (relative) attention.
"Alright everyone stop your conversations it's time to start," she rapped her ebony wood and unicorn hair wand sharply on her desk. The class quieted down and all eyes were now on her. "Before we begin can some one tall me what I said we would be going over today earlier this week?"
Hermione's hand shot up into the air so fast she nearly came off her chair because of it.
"Miss Granger," she chose out of the single person crowd.
"You said we would be studying advanced goblin defense today," she answered like an open textbook.
"Very good, now I believe you went over the basic kind of goblin in your second and third year. Am I right?" many nodded. "Alright then." She pulled down a screen from above the chalkboard and pulled out a projector from a closet with a flick of her eight and a three-quarters inch wand. A roll of slides was already placed in it and ready to play, again she swatted at it and a colored picture appeared as all the curtains came closed.
A good number of students stared laughing at the image presented to them.
"Does any one know who this is?" she pointed to the screen.
"A drag queen," muttered Draco to Amethyst.
"Not so loud Mr. Malfoy, someone might hear you but no, this is not a drag queen. Obviously some one knows or there wouldn't be so much excitement." Not many offered their hands to answer at first, and then one got the courage to do it. "Mr. Thomas?"
Dean Thomas had to try not to laugh as he answered the question, "it's David Bowie in Labyrinth."
"Finally," she tossed her ponytail over her shoulder, "not only is this one of my personal favorites (A/N: mine too! I luv Laby!!) but it is actually a true story."
"No way," Harry called out. "It's just some Muppet movie." She made a 'tsk tsk' sound at him and changed the slide. A painting was now in the wall of a proud looking couple sitting on matching thrones. "This is the real ending to the movie some of you know about, for those who don't just ask your class mates, it's an easy enough story to follow. The girl sending the Goblin King away is merely to try and teach young children a lesson, but the older the child is as they watch it the more they see the truth in it."
"What do you mean?" asked Dean, who, consequently enjoyed the film as well.
"Well the girl wished herself away to the King a year later and they're married now with seven kids, Jim Henson just happened to know her before she became a Queen. It's quite the love story." The slide changed again to show the ugly creatures they had been promised to be taught of, short and squatty things with green/gray skin and a variety of odd features like six- inch noses, ears larger then their heads and eyes that seemed like were about to pop out of their thick skulls.
The remainder of the lesson continued on with the strict caution to never try to wish anyone away because it simply wouldn't work if the royals weren't in need of another subject; which the teacher stressed they weren't. And the fact that goblins such as these loved to foul up whatever they could, other then the fact that they weren't too smart either. As Harry walked out after she'd dismissed them she called him over.
"I got a letter from Remus Lupin this morning," she held up a piece of parchment, "he'll be meeting me at my house at the end of the week. He told me that you two know each other quite well. Do you want to come?"
"Yeah, I haven't seen him in a while. When?"
"Meet me at the Qudditch field after dinner and don't worry about being out late Dumbledore has already said you could come with me."
At seven thirty exactly on the intended day Harry arrived at the stadium to find Bluebelle waiting for him, their brooms in each of her hands. They rode out, him following her lead until a white shape came into view. That was no cottage like she'd said, it was much bigger then any house could be for one person.
"Do you like it, Harry?" He only nodded as he landed. The vines climbing up the peeling white walls would have his Aunt Petunia shrieking and the lack of a two- car garage would have sent Uncle Vernon into a huff. And he also noticed the lack of electrical wires, Bluebelle apparently didn't have a television set. He could only imagine what Dudley would do if he knew that.
Suddenly the front door burst open and a speedy blob of gray and green flew from it.
"Mistress!" A little house elf clung to Bluebelle's legs crying its globe like eyes out and sniffling with its long, pointy nose. "Skippy missed you so Mistress! It's been so lonely wit' out you here!"
"Oh, I missed you too, Skippy," she reached down to pat the elf's batty ears. "There's some one I want you to meet, this is my nephew, Harry Potter." She pulled her cloak out of the servant's line of vision to show her the boy.
"H-Harry Pott-tter," it squeaked. Now that he could see it clearly he saw that it was really a girl, he could tell from the thin braided pig tails on either side of it's head. "Skippy's brother has told Skippy all about you, sir, and Skippy's brother never lies, sir. Harry Potter is a great man."
"Her brother lives at Hogwarts," she explained. "You've probably met him down in the kitchens, Dobby. Do you remember him by any chance?"
"Oh yeah, I know him," he looked at Skippy. "It's nice to meet you." The creature blushed then threw its hands up in the air and shrieked.
"What is Skippy doing?! Guests in the house and Skippy leaves them alone wit' the teakettle on the stove!" she ran back inside.
"Is she always like that?"
"Yes, lovable isn't she?"
His Aunt went inside as well. They hung their cloaks on a rack near the door and she gave him a tour of her home. She actually did have a TV, it was just powered by magic, and the wires were bothersome to have this far out into the country and this close to the school. There were three bedrooms, one master (or mistress in this case) and two guest. A salon, a dinning room and kitchen, a cellar that stored racks of Bluebelle's favorite wines, a bathroom on every floor and an attic that had been turned into an office, work place and library. All the furniture was antique and mostly all the wood was cherry.
The majority was the floor was bare, but each hallway and stair and the spots in front of the fireplaces (which each room had one) had thick rugs with elaborate designs in rich, dark colors.
Cabinets and shelves were filled with various magical devices that Harry had seen some with Mad Eye Moody, only these were travel sized. Some he didn't recognize like the portable invisible entity seeker. It was about the size of one's palm, oval in shape, silver and had rivets on the side where fingers would grip it. When the button on top was pushed a beam of green light would come out and when the invisible being came into the ray the beam would turn red. He reminded himself to never use his special cloak around her.
When the tour was done they returned to the salon where Lupin and several others were waiting.
"Sorry about that, I wanted to show Harry around," she told them.
"Quite all right," Remus came over to her and gave her a quick hug, his tattered and patched robes flinging around her. "Long time Evans, haven't seen you in a while. Still with the Ministry?"
"No, I teach now, D.A.D.A."
"I should have guessed, you always were good at that," he spotted Harry. "Hello, how have you been?"
"Great," he replied, "I never thought I'd get away from the Dursleys."
"Well believe me you'll never want to leave this place, your Aunt is one of the best people in my book."
"Will you ever stop complimenting her? You never could at school," a dark figure came out from the shadows. "It grows tiring to hear again after nine straight years of it."
"Severus will you ever let any one else have any time with Bluebelle? I mean you did have her all to yourself years ago, I think it's time you started sharing."
"Don't worry about him, Remus, he's just angry at me again. I made him dance with me at the Halloween ball last week, he's just sore about it."
"I am not sore about that, I'm sore about having to rebuild up my reputation with my students."
"Sure," she rolled her eyes. "So what is it that you wanted me for?" She faced the old professor again just as Skippy brought a polished silver platter piled with tea servings balanced on her bony arms. As they all sat down they greeted the other people in the room, the Weasleys and took their teacups.
"There's bad news Belle," Lupin said gravely. Snape's eyebrow twitched, no one noticed but Harry. "The word underground is that You Know Who is looking for some one, the person who put Bellatrix and her cohorts into Azkaban."
"But he doesn't know who did it, we don't even know who did it," sputtered Mrs. Weasley. "The Ministry never gave out who did it and we don't even know if they do."
"I know that," he continued, "apparently though He Who Must Not Be Named marked this guy and knows who he is. But he doesn't know where he is."
"Why wasn't the rest of the Order called?" asked Mr. Weasley. "They should have been notified."
"Dumbledore doesn't want too many people to know about this, if too many do and one gets in his hands then we'll loose the person who put those lunatics in prison." He took a deep breath and every one was silent. Finally Snape broke the eerie quiet.
"So what does the Headmaster want us to do?"
"To search out for anyone with above average powers and find out if it was them, if not repair the memory of the interrogation and continue."
"How is this person marked?" Molly asked.
"We don't know, most likely as a memory in his head with our luck. We'll just have to keep going until we find them."
The evening went one with plans of action and when that was over the Weasleys left and Harry played Lupin in a game of wizards chess. They talked about the danger Harry was in, or rather Remus talked and he listened. When he left Bluebelle brought Harry to a guest room and conjured up a pajama set for him and left him to sleep.
Late that night he woke up from a nightmare. Voldemort had returned and taken his Aunt away and used every banned curse there was one her right in front of him. Sweat dripped down his forehead in rivers and his clothes stuck to his skin. Wind from the slightly open window blew in and made him shiver under the thick blankets. His hands fumbled on the night stand trying to locate his glasses and when he did they slid over his face several times from the wetness before sitting in place. He climbed out of bed and walked out to the balcony only to find it locked. Not wanting to fight with the lock without a wand he wandered the narrow hallways until he sat on the landing near the ground floor.
He could hear talking in the salon.
The grandfather clock below his perch hit 2 o'clock in the morning. Who was still up at this hour? He strained his ears to hear the conversation. It was muffled as the double doors to the salon were closed, so he crept down the stairs, which were thankfully non-creaking. He sat next to the closed portal and pressed an ear against it.
Inside Bluebelle paced the floor, her white nightgown and periwinkle robe floating around her like a massive, pale cloud. Severus stood against the window watching her as she steamed and fumed under the moon's light streaming through the glass.
"Why is he looking now? It's been seventeen years since they were put away! Why should he care who did it now?"
"He wants all obstacles out of the way, his power is growing and as any one would want he doesn't want anything to stop him."
"But why now?" She crossed her arms over her chest and slumped onto a love seat. "Of all the times why now?"
"I can't answer that." A strand of bangs fell over her eye and she pushed it away angrily and she glared at him. "I don't even know how he thinks that he needs to search this very minute and I was very close in his circle at one time."
"Don't remind me," she huffed. "I had to pull you back, and even then you weren't entirely sure it was the right thing. What could he have offered you that would make you not trust me?"
"This isn't the time for that conversation, Belle," he sunk deeper into the shadows. "What we need to worry about is the crisis at hand. I'll have to go early back and find out as much as possible, only then can we proceed."
"As much as I hate that, you're right." A sigh escaped her and she leaned her head back on the small sofa, one arm lay over her eyes. "I really do hate you going in to see and follow those people when you shouldn't have to."
"It's my choice, and I have no problem with it."
"Well I do!" Again she stood and sped over to him until they were face to face, she craned her head up so she could look him in the eye. She cursed being a bit on the short side and him being so tall.
"You shouldn't, it's not your affair," he said coolly, she screamed inside. Then she let it out.
"Not my affair?! Not my affair when you tried to get me to join that horrible gang of dark wizards?! Not mine when I saved your life by helping you join with Dumbledore and become a double agent and a position at Hogwarts? How can it not be my affair when I've done so much for you, with you?" Her breath came in short gasps, her eyes lit up in a deadly glow that was no trick of the light. They truly had become a bright blue that emanated the power of her anger.
"Calm yourself, Belle," he tried to soothe her, "you can't risk that here when you're in danger." One of his hands shakily brushed back her totally loose hair, they other covered her bright irises.
"How can I be calm when you're being so difficult?" He felt hot tears on the part of his hand on her face, something she had not done since her youth, cried.
"I only can be what I am, and I am that for your own good," he took his hand away when the glowing stopped showing through his fingers. With her looking at him so helplessly he felt like a timid teenager again, he simply didn't know what to do.
"How can you going back to that wicked man all the time be for my own good? I did what I had to do by finding and ruining Le Strange and her lackeys and putting them in Azkaban. That I can live with, but having Voldemort come for me now when I have Harry to protect is...." she trailed off.
"Don't worry about Potter, he can take care of himself, he's defeated him every year in a row so far. I wouldn't worry that much."
"How can you be so cold?"
Disclaimer: Only Bluebelle is mine. So how was it? Good, bad, ugly I need to know here. Well I think things will be quicker as time goes by, I have a new computer now so that means the writing should ensue on a more even schedule. Sorry about the formatting, I have to use a friend's computer to log in and update, it must have done something to it. So what is going on in all your heads? Is it about dear Sevi and Belle? If so I can promise all you who have figured a certain something out that the next chappie will bring you back to Hogwarts in the 70's to see exactly what happened between them. Until then bye byes!
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