Rowling's characters are hers.
Deciding on changing ships, certain ships just don't make sense at the moment mainly Ron and Neville's. Got Ron's planned out but not Neville's. Any ideas?
Thanks for the reviews.
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Neville groaned as he sat at one of the Auror's desks relating the information about what happened in the attack before Auror Shacklebolt had Portkeyed him away from his home. He was awaiting on news on whether his Grandma had escaped or not. He was dreading that he would lose another of his family to Voldemort's follows. He wanted to see Bellatrix and Rodulphus Lestrange gone because they had let the attack on his parents causing them to live in Saint Mungo's permanently. He would never know if they would come out of the hell their minds were living in at the moment.
An Auror popped into the Headquarters screamed "We got her! Were almost too late but she's in a coma at Saint Mungo's recovering. Hasn't woken up yet." Relief floated across Neville's face as he heard the rest of the report. " She was Crucio'ed heavily and left to die as the house burned down around her. Death Eaters must've been pist that they didn't complete whatever mission they came their for."
Realization dawned upon Nevillle just then; Ron's letter of warning. "I know why. They were after me because of the Department of Mysteries mishap."
"Why were they after you lad? Was their something of important in there that they were seeking to retrieve and you and your friends retrieved it instead, a prophecy perhaps?" an Irish-accented Auror piped up, curiously wanting the answer to his question known.
"Yes, there is a prophecy about Harry that we retrieved and instead of keeping it intact from the Death Eater's prying hands, I accidentally broke it." Neville replied, blushing slightly. A well placed spell had prevented Neville from walking right and in the end caused him to hit the prophecy, causing it to shatter. He had heard a bare whisper come from it but didn't know who it was but the figure looked so awfully familiar for some odd reason. He couldn't place who it was.
"Hrm... well then you wouldn't know it but for some odd reason, it's correct to say 'It was for the best that it broke'. Do you want to go see your Grandmum at Saint M's?" the same Auror replied. Neville nodded and the Auror pointed toward's a fireplace along the wall and told him he could use it. Thanking the Auror, he bustled over to the fire, used the floo, and survived not missing his stop or tripping on the way out of the fire (Rumor had it that Harry had done both but he wasn't sure on it.). The nursed at the receptionist's desk informed him that Augusta Longbottom was at the Intensive Care Unit of the Spell Damage ward. Relaying his thanks he went up to see his grandmum to the suprising fact that his mum was hovering around his grandmum's bed.
"How queer. I wonder if there is a change affecting Mum. Wonder if the nurses know of it?" he mumbled to himself. "Hey, Grandma, I'm here. I survived. So did you. I want you to wake up, come with me please in getting my wand. I want you to be proud of me like you were of my dad. Please wake up. " It was like he was almost pleading with God to come down to Earth but he had to say something. All he could do is wait for her to wake up.
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Ginny was amazed at Ron's show of smarts when he had informed them that they should be getting ready to move. The threat to them was triple : 1. They were blood traitors. 2. Ginny was in the Department of Mysteries and a minor friend with Harry Potter. 3. Ron was in the Department of Mysteries and he was best friends with Harry Potter. It was simple to say they would be on the upper part of the List of Who-I-Want-To-Kill by Lord Voldemort or as she knew him Tom Riddle, her possessor. Occassionally she would still have dreams about her first year and it would cause her to remain up for the remainder of the night, afraid of going back to sleep because of the fear of the dream recurring yet again.
Right now she was doing packing of the pictures since Fred and George had sent over the Polyjuice that they had needed and all the hairs were in it waiting for the alarms to go off. Since the Kissed had no souls they could do basically things; eat, drink, bathroom, things that were automatic and almost in their subconcious. They had tried it and realized that the theory was right. She heard two pops and went to investigate noticing two boucing houselves in front of Ron.
"Ron if Hermione hears about this we are so dead." Ginny spoke aloud.
"One wants to be bonded to Harry with pay, the other is considering this a job audition. We can simply force her into a proper uniform and say we are requiring to give her money for proper upkeep of her uniform and purchase of creative license for other uniforms. Hermione can't fault me for this and I got Winky to agree. Mum's agreeing to this as well because it buys us some more time.
A couple hours later, Ginny admitted that packing was coming along nicely and they were almost done when they heard a shriek go through the house. Dropping whatever she was doing, she ran to the room with the Kissed in it, noticed Ron was helping one drink the Polyjuice, she started on another. Their mum came into the room and commented that their traps were on lockdown and she had told Dobby and Winky to take all the remainder stuff to Hogwarts and put it into an empty class room and for them to stay at Hogwarts. She proceeded on helping another one drink the Polyjuice.
"What about Bill, Mum?" Ron said. Ginny's Kissed was beginning shift into Dad's Form and their was a small flicker of life in his eyes, perfect.
"Heard the pop of Apparation, he's gone. He knew the plan and knew what was at stake if he got caught. He'll meet us later at HQ." Mum responded not wanting to give away anything just incase someone was overhearing them like Fred and George did constantly.
"Everyone done?" Ginny asked. Both her Mum and Ron nodded. "Remember wait for the chill of the dementors to start in before porting." Less then a minute after, the dreaded chill came and Molly spat at out two quick charms, one that would delay a charm and the Incendio charm straight to the draperies. Her responses was a spell builld up would make the fire be more intense to start off, worse if the menthane gas creeped in before it went off.
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The Dementors had gone into the house and kissed the Weasley's then noticed they didn't have any souls to begin with but they couldn't communicate with anyone and tell them that. When they approached the Death Eaters from a distance, the Death Eaters went in motion of walking into the Weasley's home and began to ransack it. All their Lord told them is they would be looking for a little crystal ball. A couple had gone upstairs commenting on the smell downstairs and wanting to have fun with the bodies left over, mainly the females.
That was when the smell got worse. It reeked and made them all lightheaded. They knew they couldn't leave unless they found what they were looking for, it was come back with nothing and the first one to reveal that would be killed, the rest tortured. Their leader would be killed most likely. Poor fool, he never liked him much to begin with. He noticed an increase in heat then noticed a strand of fire coming down the stairs through the air. 'What the bloody hell?' that should be impossible! was his only thought as the fire wrapped around him. He tried Apparating but failed when he realized the man outside hadn't Apparated, he portkeyed out. He didn't have a portkey on him to escape. Pain enveloped him as he blacked out.
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Above the burning home of the Burrow, the Dementors feasted as the screams of pain brought estacy to their skeletal bodies. Each scream made them giddier almost wanting them to mate above the bed of destruction. This war would cause so much of an increase of the Dementors rising in this world, so much.
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Dudley followed Harry up to Harry's room before noticing that there on a branch outside the window was an owl waiting patiently for Harry.
"Oi, you've got mail waiting." Harry just grinned and let the owl deliver the note. Reading the note, he dropped in shock onto the bed. "What does it say?" Harry handed the note over to Dudley and Dudley read it aloud.
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Dear Mister Potter,
I regret to inform you due to the death of Sirius Black, his will has activated. Certain other people have been notified as well but because you are listed as the primary heir you will set the date when this will is to be read. The people at this reading of the will is : Narcissa and Draco Malfoy, Andromeda and Nymphadora Tonks, Remus J Lupin, Hermione Granger (with guardians), Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Fred and George Weasley. This will needs to be read before your birthday or it will go into effect on your birthday. Although I wouldn't regret the consequences of this happening, business is at hand, that you will need to know this and of your financial matters at hand.
Protecting your Galleons from hands greedier than our own,
Gringotts. "
After Dudley was done reading that his ownly reaction was, "How odd. Well, let's ask Mum about giving you a ride to 'Gringotts' since most likely she is going to need to be there as well, since technically she is your guardian. Since I am not sure how she'll react, I'll approach her for you on this."
"Thanks Dudley, why are you doing this though? You don't have to be nice." Harry asked.
"I told you before, I got a taste of my own medicine and the only way I can think of mending things between us is to help you do what you need doing. I want to here how your Godfather got himself killed first though." Dudley replied then noticed the wince on Harry's face at the end of the sentence about his Godfather.
Harry related what happened at the DoM to Dudley and explained the extra things that were needing to be explained about spells or people up to the point of Bellatrix using a Stunner to send Sirius through the Veil. Harry stopped though at realizing that she had used a Stunner. Why a Stunner? Killing Curses would've been easier for her to use, quicker too. Maybe she wanted her family to survive, maybe.
Dudley recieved this all to a blow to his reality. Harry was in the middle of a war that had just started and his side was losing already in different ways. Morale and Lack of Training. "I see why you want any amount of training with me. Endurance mainly and Strength on the side?" Harry nodded while Dudley was relieved to know he was right. "You said you were done with your OWLs which is like our GSCEs? What did you think you had problems with?" Harry told him about each of the courses and what he thought about them and Dudley replied he shouldn't take History of Magic or Divination anymore just because they were plain horrible in his eyes. Bird courses were nice in all but still, they were ruddy boring.
It was time for dinner when Dudley said, "I'll bring up with Dad that I need a training partner and you volunteered to help me. Not one word about our truce around Dad. He doesn't like you and we can't let on that he's the only one in the house that doesn't anymore. Mum likes you because you saved her baby boy and I told her that alone should be enough to change her opinion about you. Okay?" Harry nodded. This summer was doing better for him already and due to the small threat the Order had made, Vernon had mentioned at dinner about hiring a gardner or handyman to do the work that Harry was originally going to be doing around the yard during the summer. Petunia almost jumped for joy, things were going to be professionally done and that meant the worth on their house in their neighbor's eyes would go up even more. She was almost practically estactic about it.
Dudley brought up Harry volunteering for boxing practice for Dudley when Vernon rounded on Harry "No tricks, No funny business is this boy?"
Harry's responses was simple, "You can say that St. Brutus's is forcing me to channel my aggression into a positive direction. They recommended me taking up boxing over the summer so they wouldn't have to deal with my pent up energy at the beginning of semester."
Vernon setted down and agreed to it under one condition, he deal with buying the diet that Dudley and Harry needed to keep up with boxing constantly. Vernon sneered, "I don't want them accusing me of abusing you or you getting a broken bones because of this. Write your letter every third day and keep out of my hair. Less I have to do with you the better boy." Harry nodded, agreeing with him, before excusing himself from the table. It worked out better than he thought, no more meager portions at the dinner table anymore.
Little while later, Dudley poked his head into Harry's room asking for permission to come in. He explained that he had asked Mum about the will reading, she had agreed then told her that she could use the excuse she had to show Harry what he had to get during grocery shopping constantly as the excuse to Dad. Harry laughed quietly but agreed. They would go tommorrow and start boxing tommorrow night. Plans were starting to form and Harry fell into a better than normal night of sleep for once. Plagued with dreams and nightmares, none from Voldemort himself.
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Hermione and Emily Granger had gotten to the Leaky Cauldron quick enough when Tom pulled them aside.
"What do you need?" Hermione asked.
"Can't ask you to go in there looking like Muggles, tis too dangerous for you. Wait here while I summon Madam Malkin. You were planning on getting robes first?" Both women nodded, grinning. Almost immediately someone had decided to help them do what they were wanting to do. Madam Malkin came quick enough through the Floo and they returned to her shop through the fire with Hermione having a grip upon her mother's hand.
All her mother could comment on was how odd it felt like when they came out of the fireplace. Two robes and hats were purchased and donned before they stole into the alley. It was bustling but the lack of Auror's somewhat frightened her.
"Gringotts first?" Emily asked, Hermione nodded. Both played the part of pureblooded witches quite well, all they had to do was look well. No one expected pureblooded women to talk. Gringotts had one small snag which Hermione was requested to come back with a guardian again tommorrow for a will reading of Sirius Black. She nodded while her mother said they would before getting back into the alley.
"What was that about?" her mother quizzed her.
"Goblins prevent the search and siezure of funds by the Ministry. Therefore when Sirius died, his will that was left with the goblins went into effect."
"Amazingly simple yet flawed."
"In any world, anything is flawed by the incorrect use of the system." They were walking by the Daily Prophet stand when she noticed a headline. "Mom, let's get a paper."
"Okay."
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Lucius Malfoy, Wizard Spy!
Lucius Malfoy at the risk of his own life has been serving this present war as a recently turned agent against the Dark Lord. Captured on his first mission, he hadn't been able to infilitrate the Dark Lord's rank enough before being captured in the Death Eaters failed attempt at attacking the Ministry. Utterly apologizing, he didn't infilitrate in enough time to rescuse or try to prevent the Dark Lord rising again...
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It was mindless drivel stating one fact. Lucius Malfoy was out. Enough money became the grease to allow him to slip his hands out of the shackles and allow him to slide back into the Ministry of Magic's good graces. Hermione went pale.
"Mom, it just got worse. We need to buy a subscription to the paper."
"Why? Didn't you say it was a load of rubbish?"
"That was before you could add a negative onto everything they said it became truth." It was simple math really. Mutiply a negative by a negative and it became positive. Yet is spelled out that the Ministry was slowing going corrupt. Aurors should've been been everywhere over Diagon Alley, one of the most public places in Wizarding Britian. She noticed that her mother had paid for the subscription quickly before both of them ducked into an Owl Office.
"I need this letter set off today, delivered as soon as possible." Hermione said.
"It be a sicke then." The attendant said. The exchange was done, the owl to Moody was on its way and all Hermione could do was sigh in relief. She would have the remaining details soon enough.
"Let's go dear. We need to get the books you need as well." Emily Granger said to her daughter, ushering her out of the office.
Books were simple. She scooped up six different books all being complete editions on charms, tranfiguration theory, DADA, History of the Dark Arts, Wards, Arithmancy and Spells. She had hoped it would be enough. It had only cost her mother about 350 pounds. It was justified. Each book would help them survive the coming year in their own ways. The desire to crack open the books was overridden by her stomach by the site of the ice cream shoppe.
"Ice cream?" her mother asked, wondering why they hadn't seen it earlier. Two chocolate chip cookie doughs later, they both were exitting out of the alley into the Leaky Cauldron, headed home.
Hate slow moving chapters. Decided to do Ginny's point of view instead of Ron's as a spur of the moment then added in a couple shorts of two others. Worked out well for a darker outline. Needing pranks for Sirius to play on god and speculations if you would like to offer them.