Scabbed Wings

Truth be told, Albania was nothing like Harry had pictured it. Not that he had existed serious thought into what Albania looked like, but he had always had the impression it must be dark and ominous- possibly because the only times he ever heard about it were in reference to Voldemort.

However, when Harry and Regulus arrived in Tirana he found it to be beautiful and bright… though this may simply be because he had spent too much time cooped up in Godric's Hallow recently.

But the relaxation and happiness Harry felt was coupled with incredible anxiety at what they were about to do. He was numbly aware of the objects in his backpack as they left Godric's Hallow and apparated into London. Harry was far too nervous to marvel at the Floo Hub they went to, dozens if not hundreds of fireplaces going all around the world and possibly the warmest room he'd ever stepped into.

And, when Harry successfully jumped out of the fire early (so they wouldn't have to go through Albanian customs on the other end) he was the most surprised. They crept out of the hat store that they had jumped into and had been making the rest of the journey on foot as Harry didn't know enough about Albania to apart and Regulus didn't have enough power.

It was a cool, damp day and Harry could taste the sea and the sun warmed his face as it began to decline in the late afternoon. Even when they entered the Dark Forest, Harry couldn't feel alarmed by the prospect of werewolves and vampires when he remembered what they were there for.

Regulus was positively giddy.

'It won't be too much further,' Regulus said, 'once the trees start turning black we're close.'

Harry could feel the magic in the air. Some red and gold sparks accidentally shot from his wand in response.

'Careful, don't want to attract anything,' Regulus warned, but didn't look too concerned.

Soon the sun had been blocked out and in the dark forest, the trees indeed became black. The leaves shone charcoal and silver as the path they had been following dissolved into the brush. He checked his backpack, everything was still there.

'Regulus,' Harry said, he was miraculously calmed almost instantly when the forest became dark- it was unnatural, 'I feel…'

'Bizarre, isn't it!' Regulus grinned, 'distorts people's perceptions and ideas. Makes them insane- can't decide whether they're happy or sad, good or evil. Not to worry though, it can be overpowered.'

Good or evil… could that have been what happened to Quirrel? Harry wondered, he entered the forest a good man but left as Voldemort's vessel.

'The Dark Lord,' Regulus said, 'he knows how to manipulate it. Manipulate whatever energy it is that does that, it kept him alive. This is the most magical place on the earth, and the most dangerous.'

They walked further into the forest, it grew darker and Harry found himself excited. Nervous still, yes, but also, excited. This would be how he gains his power; this would be what keeps him alive. Absorbing the knowledge that seep out from the thoughts Voldemort and Regulus was one thing, but this would make him his own powerful entity. Put him in a new category.

'Direction?' Regulus asked Harry.

'Point Me,' Harry told his wand.

'Should be nearly there,' Regulus muttered. Harry hoped they arrived soon because he could feel someone or something following them.

Moments after he said that, the trees broke into a wide clearing. Harry stepped into it tentatively as Regulus burst in. The older wizard yelled with joy. Harry carefully remained on the perimeter for a moment.

The flat earth was the purest silver Harry had ever seen, it shone white in the sun that streamed in through the trees. Thick trunks stood like guards in a perfect circle around them, strong and towering. At one edge of the clearing, sat a stone cabin. Unassuming and moss covered, Harry still felt drawn to it.

Oddly enough, however, Regulus didn't even seem to see it. Harry walked carefully into the clearing, the silver ground was soft beneath his feet and he did not make a footprint. Harry stopped dead. Regulus was still looking around, examining the dirt, but Harry could feel someone behind him.

'Can't say I expected you here,' said a familiar voice.

Harry felt his wand beneath his fingers. He spun around and ducked to avoid an attack that never happened. The man, who had surprised him, didn't even have his wand out.

'Mister Ollivander?' Harry said in surprise.

Ollivander looked away from Harry for a moment his face was more deeply creased than Harry remembered and there were pale blue circles under his eyes, but he was wearing silver robes with intricate black and white embroidery going down his shoulders, Harry had never seen anything like them, even in the robe shops. And, ignoring the young man's surprise, 'You can see it, can't you?' he asked.

'What?' said Harry. The wizard looked older than ever. So he was in hiding? Not dragged away by Death Eaters, as many had assumed?

'Do you see a stone building over there?' Ollivander asked.

Harry glanced over at the cabin, how could someone miss it?

'Yes,' Harry said slowly, his brow furrowed. Harry was somewhat aware that Regulus was no longer in sight; he imagined he must be exploring the surrounding forest.

'Hmm,' Ollivander said, he looked tired, 'I suppose there's not much to be done about that.'

'I don't understand,' Harry said, quickly looking back at the cabin. Clear as day it seemed, but with as much time as Harry had spent in the wizarding world, he was no longer naïve enough to think there was anything simple about the building.

Ollivander began walking, Harry followed him.

'Mister Potter… how much do you know about your mother's occupation?' Ollivander asked as they walked.

'I don't know, not much,' Harry said. It wasn't from lack of curiosity that Harry didn't know what she did, it was simply that no one else really had a clear idea either, it seemed.

'She was my apprentice, she trained to be a Wand-Maker, I hand picked her out of thousands of students around the world, you see, there can never be too many Wand-Makers at one time to preserve balance and the training can take years, if not, decades,' they had stopped walking at the round, wooden door of the stone building.

Ollivander pushed the heavy door open in front of Harry.

'Before she died, she became a member of the Wand-Makers' Coven. And this building, where we stand, is the trade's ancient home.'

Inside were a few arm chairs, a round table and a blue, crackling fire at one end. At the other end, there was a large and ornate scale as tall as Harry with black disks on either plate holding it balanced and some type of magic that veined through the metal. There was also a large cabinet and another doorway, though Harry hadn't seen this one from the outside. It was a step lower than the rest of the floor and was covered with dozens of sheets of silk, which looked delicate and wispy enough to float, though they hung still without a flutter.

Harry walked back over to Ollivander, realizing he had wandered in without meaning to.

'Other people can't see this?' Harry asked, though it looked harmless and quaint.

'Only those who have been trained as Wand-Makers and know the teachings can see this place,' Ollivander said somewhat gravely, 'they are the only ones thought to know how to keep it safe.'

'Why can I?' Harry asked.

'It seems, when your mother died, you inherited that right from her. Mister Potter, you are left with an incredible responsibility. All the wizarding magic is preserved here and has been for millennia. You must not abuse this power. There are wizards out there wanting to corrupt the balance and would do anything to come here.'

'But if they can't see it-'

'A member of the Wand-Makers' Coven, as you apparently are, can let others in the door, it will appear for them and, once inside, the power in here has no defense. It's a part of the Fidilius Charm that keeps it safe, only the most selfless and noble wizards have ever been invited,' Ollivander paused in front of the scale, 'your mother was incredibly talented with Potions and Charms, but beyond that, I chose her because she understood magic and its balance. Although you didn't choose this, and haven't been trained, Mister Potter, it is your responsibility to do the same.'

Harry didn't say anything for a moment. Ollivander's eyes were burning into him, as if to impress the importance of what he had said- though there was no need. Another destiny, another job he didn't choose. He wished Ollivander would look away.

'I-I have to find Reg-, I'm supposed to-'

'Mister Potter, I know why you're here. There are very few reasons that a wizard would venture this far into the Dark Forest and risk the retributions of doing magic here.'

Harry froze as though he was a child in trouble.

I'm not doing anything wrong, though, Harry reasoned with himself, this is all for the greater good.

'I'm not going to stop you,' Ollivander said, 'sometimes the end does justify the means.'

Neither moved for a moment. Harry looked at the ground. He felt heat rise to his face, though he had no idea why.

'Remember what I've said. And be careful of anything your companion tries to tell you here, the mind is very impressionable in the forest; the strongest wizards have come out frail and the moral have left as murderers.'

It reminded him of what Regulus had said earlier but he didn't bother brooding on it. There were more important things to do, things he had decided to do long before his mind was compromised. He felt Ollivander's hand on his shoulder for a moment; Harry gave a small nod and left the cabin as quickly as possible.

He strode to the edge of the clearing, where, he hoped; Ollivander could no longer see him from the window. He didn't even have time to gather his thoughts before Regulus appeared out of the trees.

'There you are,' Regulus said, walking to Harry, 'where'd you go? You aren't scared, are you?'

'No, I…' Harry paused. Should he tell Regulus about the Coven? He was so accustomed to telling him everything, but Ollivander seemed to make such a point about the secrecy… 'went into the forest… I thought I had heard something.'

'I thought you might have found the home of the Wand-Maker's Coven,' Regulus said very simply.

Harry took a step away from him, 'How…?'

'Harry, you forget, I was a Death Eater. We knew more about your family than you do,' Regulus said somewhat sinisterly, 'did anyone see us? Is there anyone in there?' Regulus eyed him.

Harry put up a stronger mental defense than he had ever used with Regulus before, the one he saved for Voldemort out of nervousness.

'No, it was empty,' Harry lied.

'If there was someone in there, Harry, we'd have to get rid of them. No one can see us do this or you'll get the kiss. Did anyone see us?'

Harry's eyes locked with Regulus's. He pressed into his mind. Regulus knew there was someone in there, someone must have told Harry to keep it a secret, they'd have to kill that person or they couldn't proceed. Make the Agoncrux and so Harry could help Regulus with… Regulus looked away and Harry lost the connection.

'No, there's no one there.'

'Harry, you're going to learn you have to trust me. We're so alike in some ways, we need to stay together, ours is a high and lonely destiny.'

When Ginny woke up in the hospital wing in late January, she was more confused than anything else. Family and teachers surrounded her for hours that first day. They asked her everything from 'do you know your name?' to 'do your teeth hurt?' and, of course, 'what happened?' Though it seemed she knew less than anyone else. She barely remembered being in the library, let alone what happened.

The difficult decision was made not to inform the public of an attack on a student within the Hogwarts walls. The very last thing they needed was to discredit both the safety of the school and the competence of the aurors sworn to protect it- though word did reach the Ministry.

Since then, for the last two days, she had been kept in a small, private room off the hospital wing that she didn't know existed. Harry was there too, but he still wasn't conscience.

Ginny looked over at him. He looked so powerless, pale and motionless, his eyes closed and hands lying neatly at his sides. She watched his still body for a moment, his chest rising and falling, she half expected him to wake up if she made any movement.

The mystery that was Harry Potter served only to deepen after the incident. Moody was there to witness it and bring them both out of the library as the sprinklers were triggered by the flames. Madame Pince had sworn up and down it had to be impossible to set those shelves on fire as it would take 'a disgusting amount of power' and, though no one said it- at least in front of Ginny, Harry had managed it.

She was told that she was poisoned and nearly killed. Harry had performed a very raw version of the healing she had seen him practice upon the students the night he arrived and took the brunt of the damage into his own body. And, though many of his visitors were pessimistic, Ginny had no doubt he would recover soon… he had to… he mind wouldn't let her think she killed him.

Ginny turned out to be correct, and, on the evening of her third night awake in the hospital, while she did homework and thought of new arguments to convince Madame Pomfrey to let her leave, she saw Harry stir. She thought at first it was her imagination, but Ginny watched Harry and his lips began to move. He muttered something she couldn't hear and Ginny leapt from her bed and to his side.

'Harry?' she said quietly.

He groaned and his eyes blinked open. They shone emerald in the full moon's light coming in the window. She smiled with relief.

'Harry,' she repeated.

His eyes traveled around the room for a moment before resting on her.

'Ginny?' he said.

'Yeah,' she answered. Then she couldn't stop herself. She jumped onto his bed and hugged him tightly. She could have cried with happiness, 'are you ok?' she didn't even notice a portrait on the wall slide out of his frame.

Harry squirmed his was out of the hug. Ginny fell back, kneeling on the foot of his bed. She didn't think anything of it, he was probably still just confused and the hug was rather tight. He looked at her warily.

Harry put his hand in his hair and closed his eyes, in deep thought.

'Do you remember anything?' he asked abruptly. Seemingly not caring he had been unconscious for a few weeks, 'who it was who poisoned you? Anything?'

Ginny withdrew slightly. Harry wasn't acting like himself.

'I-I don't know, I don't remember anything,' she said for the hundredth time in three days, 'Harry, what's wrong? What's going on?'

She tumbled back as Harry whipped the covers back and got out of bed. He wasn't a few steps from the bed when his legs faltered and he stumbled, grabbing the stone wall to keep from falling.

'Madam Pomfrey said it would take some time to get back to normal because your muscles haven't been used for a month,' Ginny said.

His face fell when he heard 'a month.'

'Where's my wand?' Harry asked, not looking at her, still grasping the wall.

'I think all your things are over there, Ginny said sadly, why wouldn't he look at her? Did he think it was her fault?

Harry stumbled to the night stand she pointed at and found his wand. She watched from his bed as he changed out of the hospital robes and into his own, she didn't dare ask him again.

Just as Harry was finished changing and he began to turn to leave, the door opened and a group of people rushed in. Madam Pomfrey at the head, followed by Ron, Hermione and, surprisingly, Luna. Ginny was not sure Luna was even in the loop about the attack.

'Mister Potter! Get back in that bed!' Madam Pomfrey scolded him. Harry didn't seem to notice or care and tried to slip past the group, 'what's that? A strength charm? Those aren't healthy on atrophied muscles,' she attempted to herd him back into the bed but Harry pushed her to the side.

'Harry!' Hermione said, Luna had shied into a corner. Ron stood at the foot of Ginny's bed and Ginny remained on the end of Harry's. Harry froze at Hermione's words. He looked torn for a moment but didn't move to leave.

Madam Pomfrey looked slightly shocked at being pushed aside.

'Look,' Harry said, 'I'm fine. I just have to go now.'

'You are not fine. You will remain here for the rest of the night,' Madam Pomfrey said. She grabbed his bicep and pushed him down to sit on his bed, 'and if there's anymore of this trying-to-leave-tonight nonsense, I'll inform the Head Mistress.'

Harry didn't bother resist but his eyes shot daggers into the ground. Hermione, Ron and Ginny openly stared at him. Luna was closely examining her own nails.

'You'll never believe everything that's happened since you two have been in here,' Luna said quite freely, though the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Madame Pomfrey was giving Harry different potions to take, which he did without a word, 'me and my dad were having dinner in the Hog's Head the night you were attacked, and Stubby Boardman walked in.'

Hermione still looked deadly serious and Harry gave no notion of hearing her, but Ginny glanced at Ron, whose face had cracked into a smile and he gestured as though Luna was crazy. Ginny rolled her eyes.

'He got in a fight with Draco Malfoy, it got pretty vicious and we left but the bartender took him to Saint Mungo's,' Luna said, she turned her gaze to the window, 'full moon.'

Harry looked up; Ginny didn't think he looked quite as angry as before. She wished she could have another moment to talk with him. The portrait over the beds slipped back into his frame after successfully alerting another, which Luna, Ron and Hermione had overheard.

'Malfoy's in Saint Mungo's?' Harry asked Luna.

'Yep, he was in worse shape than the two of you. The Ministry is having him sent straight to Azkaban when he recovers though,' Luna said, still staring at the moon, 'and a month ago, when the Ministry was saying how many dementors were dying and corrupting, well now-'

'They've healed,' Harry said gravely.

Luna nodded, not caring that Harry shouldn't have known about that yet.

'And they're even breeding,' Luna added.

'That's enough of all that. You shouldn't be concerned about it right now,' Madam Pomfrey said, finishing her examination and moving to leave, 'and don't even think about trying to leave tonight,' she said, closing the door behind her and, surprisingly, allowing Harry and Ginny the visitors.

There was a loud ringing sound as Luna's watch went off. She too left, saying she was late for an appointment with Professor Sinistra.

Once Madam Pomfrey had left, and Luna was gone, Harry got out of bed again- not acknowledging Ron or Hermione- neither of whom he had said a word to.

'Harry, tell us, what's going on? What's wrong?' Hermione said.

Harry looked at her for a moment before turning to Ginny.

'I don't think it's safe for you here anymore,' he said, looking pained.

Ginny was just so glad he wasn't angry with her; she didn't care where they went, as long as she wasn't left behind again.

'Where then, Harry?' Ginny asked.

'I know a place,' he responded.

'Ginny,' Ron piped up, 'you can't leave. Mum and Dad-'

'Would rather have me alive than in Hogwarts,' Ginny said.

No one spoke for a moment. Ginny flushed at the thought of what she had just said and where ever she was about to go. Ron had a peculiar look on his face.

'I don't think Ginny should go alone,' Ron said finally to Harry.

Harry nodded, but didn't look at Ron, 'Yes… and I don't think it's safe for either of you to be here also.'

Hermione didn't put up a fight. Ginny thought she might object to taking time out of her final year to go hide somewhere, but she said nothing. She looked at Harry; he looked truly distressed at what he had just asked his friends to do.

'Harry, it's alright, you know,' Ron said, 'we were planning to go with you anyway, remember, we wanted to, you just left without us.'

'There are things more important than school work,' Hermione said.

Rain began to fall softly outside the window and clouded over the moon.

'We have to go now,' Harry said, 'if Voldemort's found a way to keep the dementors from corrupting, it might already be too late.'

Ron, Hermione and Ginny exchanged looks but didn't question him. Nor did they go back to Gryffindor Tower to retrieve anything, Harry's urgency was apparent and no one wanted to upset him and risk losing time. Ginny had no idea there was any risk for Voldemort's dementors corrupting before but she did understand why dementors healing and breeding was a bad thing.

Harry sneaked them out of the hospital wing rather effortlessly, though he could still barely walk. Ginny lagged behind the rest of the group at the beginning, but once Harry noticed this, he walked close to her, obsessively checking around corners and behind them every few minutes.

He continued like this all through the school, and, somehow, only led them down hallways that were empty- though he had no apparent way to tell. They moved like a shadow across the dark and damp grounds, lit silver by the moon.

However it was that they got past the guarding aurors, Ginny had no idea. Harry had done something silently with his wand and they were able to walk right through the gates, less than a meter from the guards, without being noticed or objected to.

From there, they walked down the dark path to Hogsmeade, their wands lit and Ginny noticed Ron was rather concerned about the dark forest and occasional sounds of snapping twigs. Harry barely paid notice, but Ginny knew Bill's attack had affected Ron personally. He had always seen Bill as having the perfect life, but so much could change in one night.

They stopped at the edge of the town. Ron held his wand high, wanting to go closer to the light, where they might be safer, but he made no motion to do so.

'I'll apparate us there,' Harry whispered, casting a look over his shoulder, sure he had heard something.

Ginny clutched Harry's arm and she was squeezed breathless by the abyss between Hogsmeade and the destination. In the split second before reaching it, she wondered how on earth he could manage apparating four people at once.

Other than a slightly more woody smell and the change of place of distant lights, there was barely any indication they had traveled. Ginny looked around, still clutching Harry's arm he pulled away from her and walked in front of the small group. This path was much smaller and more overgrown than the Hogsmeade one. Harry stopped in front of tall gates interrupting a high stone wall and muttered something to them.

Ginny squinted in the dark, trying to make out the words written in black iron on the top of the gate. She held her lit wand up.

'Godric's Hallow,' Harry answered before she could ask. Indeed, that was too what the elaborate letters wrote.

Ginny didn't say anything as they passed through the gates. She remained a few paces from Harry and, though he kept looking back to check on her, he made no movement to get closer. This coldness, coupled with her exhausted, could have made her cry. He blamed her for getting attacked (or something) and she was starting to blame herself.

How could she be so careless? So stupid? All the D.A., all the warning she had that she was a target? And now Harry was angry, blaming her, not even willing to talk to her.

'Are you ok?' Hermione asked her, just quiet enough so Ron and Harry didn't hear.

Realizing she must look upset, she said, 'Yes,' quickly, not looking at Hermione.

Hermione stopped walking; Ron and Harry didn't and continued to a large dark building, silhouetted by the moon and standing by a shimmering, black lake. Ginny stopped too. She turned to Hermione, she wanted to continue. She didn't want to make this worse. She heard a small popping sound behind her but ignored it.

Hermione put her index finger under Ginny's chin and raised it till Ginny looked at her. She met Hermione's concerned eyes. She didn't let a tear fall but there was a burning in her throat that begged her to do so. Hermione threw her arms around and stepped towards Ginny in a deep hug.

'Listen,' she whispered into Ginny's ear, 'there's something going on here. There's something wrong with Harry, he would never act like this normally. Ginny, I promise, this isn't him. Maybe whatever happened did something to him but Madam Pomfrey promised any side-effects fade in a few days.'

Ginny closed her eyes and gave a small smile in Hermione's sweet scented hair. Trust Hermione to think of a good explanation. They broke the hug before Harry and Ron reached the front doors of the building. The girls jogged to reach them; Harry noticed but didn't ask either witch anything.

Yes, it was still her fault that Harry was now twice landed in the hospital wing within a few weeks. And it was possibly also her doing that she made Harry remain at Hogwarts while Voldemort was making progress outside. And maybe it was even her fault that-

'Ginny, remember what I said… don't worry about it,' Hermione said. Ron heard and cast a look to them but said nothing.

'So this is where you've been,' Ron said to Harry.

The large doors opened and the group was greeted by two house elves. They squeaked with joy when they saw Harry and enthusiastically greeted Ron, Hermione and Ginny.

The female house elf, Cheshire, took Ginny by the hand, 'He's mentioned you before, Miss,' she smiled and blushed. Then Harry gave the elf a dirty look and her heart fell.

Cheshire held her hand tightly when she tried to move further in the house with the rest of the group.

'Master Potter is not well, I can sense it,' said the elf to her, 'Master Potter will get better.'

Ginny nodded, hoping the house elf and Hermione were right.

Godric's Hallow was impressive. It was a small castle to rival any residence, excluding Hogwarts, which Ginny had ever been in. Magic seemed to pulse through the walls, Cheshire gave them a tour while Smithy went to prepare rooms for all and Harry disappeared into the drawing room.

The manor was littered with ancient artworks and tapestries blocking out the cold and damp. There was proof Harry had been living here, in neat piles of scrolls in living room and a dining room table covered with more potions and equipment than area to eat. Harry's Firebolt was leaning against an empty cabinet with its doors hanging wide open in the dining room.

As Cheshire told them a rather generic history of the house- clearly leaving out details, Ginny noticed the other elf go into the drawing room, where Harry was. Ginny left the group, crossing the dining room and entrance hall to the tall wooden drawing room door. She looked in and saw a sliver of Harry hiding books, papers and various objects in tall dressers.

'Master Potter don't you think you should wait here to get better before leaving?' squeaked the elf.

'Is there any strength potion left?' Harry asked the elf, ignoring the advice.

'Yes, Master Potter, two vials,' Smithy answered, 'shall I fetch them for you?'

'In a moment,' Harry said. Ginny could see a silver of him take off his cloak, 'just try to keep them out of the nursery and here.'

'And if Mister Black returns?' Smithy asked.

Ginny gasped at these words. Sirius Black? she wondered.

Harry got up startled, hearing her gasp. He eyed her through the sliver and pushed the door shut, not saying a word to her. Ginny took off back to Ron and Hermione, knocking over a chair as she ran.

'Ginny, where-'

'There's something really wrong going on here,' Ginny said to Ron and Hermione, 'I just heard Harry talking about Sirius coming here.'

'You don't think…' Hermione gasped, 'Harry wouldn't have tried to bring Sirius back.'

'No… but… I don't know,' Ginny said.

'Bloody hell,' Ron swore just as Harry reappeared, 'just what is going on here, Harry?'

'I have to go,' Harry said to Ron and Hermione, 'just stay here for now. I've got to figure out what happened to Ginny.'

'What about Sirius?' Ron said.

'Sirius?' Harry said with genuine surprise on his face, 'oh… that's nothing.'

'Where are you going?' Ginny asked.

Harry paused before answering, '…Saint Mungo's… I'm going to see what happened to Malfoy… I'll be back in the morning.'

'Well, we should-' Ron began.

'No,' Harry interrupted, 'I've got to do this alone. But when I come back I'll know what's going on and who was in Hogwarts.'

'Harry-' Ginny started but Harry ignored her and left them standing in the hallway. She listened as she heard each heavy door shut, finally the one out of the castle and she knew Harry had left.

They were all silent for a moment, even the house elves.

'Cheshire…' Ginny said softly, 'why would Harry think Sirius was coming here?'

The house elf looked torn, 'Like I was saying, Miss Weasley. Master Potter is not well…'

AN: I'm still on vacation and internet access is 2100yen (ARGH!) so I'm sorry for letting this take so long- which means, yes, I did do a rewrite- though it wasn't as bad or rushed as I thought it would be. REVIEW! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW! OR- OR- OR I'LL... CRY! THAT'S RIGHT, I'LL CRY! I HAVE 1000000 EYES AND CAN SEE EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU AND, if you don't review, THOSE EYES WILL SHOOT LASER BEAMS! HA! THAT'S RIGHT! LASER BEAMS! REVIEW UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE LASER-ED:)

08/28/05- edit, got rid of Harry's ability to 'apate'- whatever that was. And kicked Mme Pince's evil twin Mme Prince out of the story

09/04/05- editted out 'should I con't question', no need anymore