BREATHE NO MORE

BY PRIESTESSMALFOY

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

AN : Hello! I'm trying to get this finished, see? Oh, well, I'm on chapter eighteen, that's saying something, isn't it? This is getting really long. Hope you like! I am also sorry for the long wait in an update! I was really busy!

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Chapter Eighteen: A Visit From The Past

The next day, Ginny was getting ready to go to her own time. A Polyjuice Potion had been brewed for her and Draco so that they wouldn't get caught, and only the Weasleys would know what they look like.

"Draco, are you getting packed yet?" Ginny yelled.

"Stop yelling, Ginny," Draco grinned. "I've been ready for an hour."

Ginny rolled her eyes. She closed her trunk. "All right, I'm ready as well. Let's have a drink of that awful, disgusting Polyjuice Potion."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Come on, it's not that bad."

"Oh, sure. You're excellent at Potions, and I'm not," Ginny rolled her eyes. The two of them went downstairs with their trunks, seeing as they would be staying for the weekend at the Weasleys. They took the Potion, and ran to the bathroom at the speed of light. The leaned on the sink, and waited for the Potion to take effect.

Ginny noticed her looks changing right away. She now had short black hair and brown eyes. No more freckles or red hair. Well, at least for a while. This was an advanced Polyjuice Potion, so that it worked more for than one hour. She couldn't even look at Draco, she still felt sick from drinking the Potion.

When Draco's transformation was done, he looked at Ginny. "Are you all right?" he asked.

"F-Fine," Ginny panted, leaning against the sink.

"Come on, let's go back to the Fireplace for Floo Powder," Draco said.

Ginny nodded and they went over to the Fireplace. They got their floo powder, and yelled "WEASLEY HOUSE, 1992!" and disappeared, with the help of the locket, anyway.

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The Weasleys (all except Ginny) were sitting down and eating lunch, when they heard a bang. They turned towards the fireplace, and saw two people getting out of it. (Ron had come back, seeing as he couldn't find Harry anywhere, and gave up).

"Not my favorite way of travelling," Ginny said, getting all the soot off her robes.

"Oh, stop whining, Ginny, it wasn't that bad," Draco said.

"You lived in the Wizarding World, Draco," Ginny rolled her eyes. "I did not. It's really different."

"Oh, sure."

The Weasleys sat silent, watching the two of them having their conversation. "G-Ginny?"

The black haired girl turned and saw the Weasleys sitting at the table ready to eat lunch.

"D-Did we come at a bad time?" Ginny asked.

Everyone still sat silently.

Ron was the first to speak. "Why is he here?" he asked, pointing a finger at Draco.

"You see, Weasley, I'm a wanted criminal, we have to go somewhere," Draco sneered. "I've been staying with Ginny this whole time, didn't you know?"

"We know, it's just odd seeing you two together," Hermione said.

"No one asked your opinion," Draco said. "You filthy little mudblood."

Ginny sighed, knowing a fight was going to come on. "Draco…"

"Come sit down, Ginny," Mrs Weasley said, bringing Ginny over to the table. She sat in between her mother and Ron, who was still looking at Draco hatefully. She noticed that Hermione was there, but Harry was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Harry?" Ginny asked.

"He…ran away," Hermione answered.

"W-What? Why?"

"Figures Potter would do something incredibly stupid," Draco muttered.

"What was that, Malfoy?" Ron asked.

"He…never told anyone what happened at the Dursleys," Hermione answered again. "He was too…ashamed, I guess."

"How long has it been since he ran away?" she asked.

"Uh…he was gone all night and part of today," Hermione said.

"Maybe we should go look for him later," Ginny suggested thoughtfully, wondering where on Earth Harry could've gotten to.

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Hermione said.

"If you're all going out to look for Harry," Mrs Weasley started. "Don't stay out too long and try not to get yourselves into trouble."

The others only groaned and nodded, being prepared for a lecture by Mrs Weasley.

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When Harry woke up, he found himself to be in a small cottage in a forest. How had he gotten here? Then he remembered running away because Ron had read the letter outside saying what happened at the Dursleys. His mind has so many thoughts right now, he was struggling so hard to just organize them. Like, who brought him inside the cottage? And where was he anyway? How long had he been asleep for?

He held his head, feeling a headache coming on. He heard footsteps, but his mind was too preoccupied to see who was coming. He felt a burning pain in his head, and knew it was his scar. Was this the cottage of a Deatheater? Was Voldemort near?

When someone stepped in the room, he didn't know. The pain was too much to bear.

"Are you all right?" he heard a voice ask.

Harry couldn't even look up at the person who was talking to him.

"M-My scar…it's burning…" Harry forced out of him, holding his forehead. The man looked at him worriedly.

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"W-Washcloth…!" Harry forced out again.

Once he felt a cold sensation on his forehead, he looked up at the person. He looked familiar to him from the pictures of his parents and their friends in the photo album he had in his trunk that Hagrid had given him.

"W-Who…are you?" Harry asked.

The man sat down next to Harry (who had just sat up in the couch he was in). "My name is Remus Lupin. I don't even need to ask who you are. Am I right, Harry?"

Harry smirked. His scar had finally stopped hurting, so he put the washcloth down. "You…look familiar in the pictures of my parents."

"I knew your parents a long time ago," Remus said. "Your father and I were best friends."

Harry nodded. "Though…there still are two people who confuse me…I don't know who they are."

"Do you have a picture with you?" Remus asked.

"I always have one in my pocket," Harry replied.

"Well, let's take it out and have a look, shall we?" Remus asked as Harry rooted for his picture. Taking it out, he showed Remus the two people he didn't know.

Remus growled a little bit. "The first one you pointed to was Sirius Black. I wish I didn't have to be the one to tell you this Harry, but…he betrayed your parents, and he's the reason they are dead. He is in Azkaban counting 11 years now. The other one is Peter Pettigrew. He was killed by Sirius also."

"Remus…were you guys Animagi or something?" Harry asked. "Because, in Pettigrew…I could have sworn…I could have sworn I saw him before at my friend's house."

"Harry, what form was he in?" Remus asked, nervously.

"A rat."

Remus sighed. Pettigrew was alive…all of the clues pointed to him now. He was the reason James and Lily died, he was the one who framed Sirius!

"Is something wrong, Remus?"

"Harry…can you take me to your friends house, right away? I want to see this rat," Remus asked.

"Sure," Harry replied. "Just say "The Burrow" when your in the fireplace."

"Ahh, friends with the Weasleys, hmm?" Remus asked.

"I'm staying there this Summer instead of at my relatives," Harry replied, grinning.

"I see," Remus said. "Well, let's get going, shall we?"

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Everyone was just about to go and look for Harry, when a big roar erupted from the fireplace, and out stepped Harry with a man the kids never saw before.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh, goodness, Harry," Mrs Weasley said, running over to them. "You gave us all quite a fright. Oh, hello, Remus. I see you've met Harry here."

"Yes, I have," Remus stated. "He stayed at my cottage until felt well."

"Felt…well?" Hermione asked.

"My…scar," Harry answered hestitantly.

"D'you know what it meant?" Hermione asked.

"Usually when it burns it means Voldemort is near…"

Everyone flinched at the name, but Remus and Harry only grinned.

Footsteps were heard and two unfamiliar (well, at least to Harry) came downstairs. They stopped when they saw Harry in the living room.

"Harry!" the girl exclaimed.

Grinning, Harry asked, "Ginny?"

"No, Harry, it's the Devil," she said sarcastically. "Yes, it's me! We were all worried…well, some less than others. Draco."

"What?" the other guy beside Ginny asked. "I don't care for Potter's wellbeing like the rest of you idiots."

Harry only knew who that could be. "Malfoy?" he laughed.

"Yes, Potter," Draco replied, draping an arm around Ginny's shoulders. "Come on, Ginny, let's go back upstairs."

Ginny rolled her eyes at his antics and told everyone they would be down later on.

"Molly?" Remus suddenly asked.

"Yes, Remus?"

"Do you by any chance have a rat in this house?"

"Yes, it belongs to Ron, why?"

"Could I have a look at it?" Remus asked. He whispered something into her ear, who's eyes widened.

"Oh, yes, of course, Remus," she replied walking into the kitchen where Harry's owl Hedwig was perched on the table waiting for him, and a cage that held Ron's rat Scabbers was held.

"Hedwig!" Harry exclaimed. Holding his arm out, she perched herself right on it. Remus took a good look at the rat, before nodding.

"This is definitely him."

"Who, Remus?" Harry asked.

"Peter Pettigrew."

"But he's dead, Remus," Harry and Mrs Weasley said at the same time.

Remus shook his head. "Take him out of the cage and I will show you."

Molly took Scabbers out of the cage and rested him on the floor. Remus said a word with his wand and instead of Scabbers was a fat, balding, blond, blubbering man.

"Well, hello, Peter," Remus glared. "How's life as a rat treating you?"

TBC

A/N:D Guess who gets freed next chapter? I can't wait to write it! I hope you enjoyed this. Oh, I can't access my reviews at the moment, so I will reply to both last chapter and this chapter next chapter, ok?

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