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Consanguina by Jess S
Chapter 11: The Residuum...
"What's it like?" Ron asked, as they began to eat the feast that the house elves had prepared and sent to the head table, which was the only table in the Great Hall during the holidays. "Being an Auror?"
Vivian laughed, "Like anything else, I should think. Stressful, but rewarding."
"How did you do it?" Hermione asked.
"Pardon?" Vivian blinked.
"You graduated so early, and you're currently the youngest of all the Ministry officials." The younger witch replied, "How did you do it? It's supposed to be very difficult: to become an Auror. But they accepted you when you were fifteen, right? Why?"
"Because I was ready..." the Auror answered the last question first. "And, in the end, age is actually irrelevant."
Everyone but the Headmaster, whose eyes were twinkling (again), blinked at that.
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Weasley asked, frowning.
Vivian sighed, and shook her head. "Honestly... You are an adult when you are; able to make your own decisions, understand them, and when you are both capable of and willing to take responsibility for the consequences. When you no longer follow guidelines set by others. Therefore age doesn't really matter. It simply serves as an instrument that the rest of the world may use to judge whether or not you're an adult. And it's not all that accurate, as we all bloom at different times."
"So we've been adults for awhile then!" Fred and George agreed loudly, after several moments of silence.
"Have you?" Vivian asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah!"
"We always make our own decisions! And we break a lot of rules!"
"And you take responsibility for those decisions?"
"Umm... well, yeah..."
"Most of the time..."
"Occasionally..."
"Until you can answer that question with a 'yes', without even thinking about it," Vivian shook her head, "than no, you are not an adult. No matter how old you are."
Before anyone could reply, a great wave of magical power rippled through the air, throwing all of them out of their chairs and into the air.
Vivian was released from the magical wave almost immediately, and she dropped to the ground. She landed on her feet with the grace of a cat, but quickly dropping down onto her right knee and catching herself with her right hand, so that her legs didn't need to take the full shock of the landing.
None of the others noticed this though, for their thoughts were all turned inward, where the power was changing something...
It was over almost as quickly as it had begun, but only a quick series of "Wingardium Leviosa!", on Vivian's part, saved the other witches and wizards from severe physical bruising, as all of them were no longer conscious.
~ * ~
Had there been anyone else in the Riddle House that evening, they would have been quite terrified. The cold, high and undoubtedly evil laugh that echoed through its halls would have ensured that.
"~Sooo,~" the Dark Lord hissed to his large pet snake, Nagini, "~They thought to hide their loved ones from me by ancient magic, did they, my pet?~" he chuckled, "~It would appear that Potter's Mudblood wife really was an expert in the Ancient Arts, or at least more so then anyone else alive today... I wonder if her dear, so long forgotten, daughter has such talents? Or perhaps she takes more after her Muggle-loving father?~"
He continued, watching as the figure in the black and white picture that had served as the key to freeing those memories, fired the stupefaction curse once again.
"~But, then again, she seems to be different from them both... she has, after all, lived a much darker life... as an orphan...~" He laughed, "~Perhaps there is still the chance that I will be able to turn one of the Potter's after all!~" After a moment of more of that hideous laughter, he shook his head. "~If not... I just have another Potter to kill...~"
~ * ~
"How is your training with Vivian going?"
Harry looked up over the table, and shrugged, "It's ok... I'm not that good, though..."
They were currently seated in the Manor's glittering Second Dining Hall, which had fine glass windows taking up most of three of the walls, and offering a spectacular view of the nearby grounds. They had eaten here often since their arrival, as the First Hall was only used for special occasions; guests, holidays, and celebrations. However, unlike many of the previous times they had dined here, there were only two settings adorning the table. This was because Vivian was dining elsewhere, and was not the least bit likely to return for supper.
Aunt Petunia laughed, "Don't be so hard on yourself, Vivian thinks you're doing very well."
"How do you know that?" he asked, as he continued eating his supper.
The meal was one they'd learned to expect from the house elves. In other words: perfect. It hadn't taken the Potter house elves long to determine what pleased their new masters the most. For no house elf wanted their masters displeased... even the house elves of the Potter Manor, who had always been treated kindly and well.
"She told me."
"Oh..." Harry sighed. "I just can't help but feel like I'm disappointing her... I didn't make any progress yesterday in Occlumacy!"
Petunia Evans watched her nephew for several minutes, before shaking her head. "From what Vivian's told me, Occlumacy is extremely difficult... and it should be, the mind is an intricate thing... To master it will undoubtedly take a great deal of hard work, and time." She smiled softly, "Both of which I'm sure your more than willing to give..."
Harry frowned, and thought a moment, before nodding slightly, "Yeah, I guess you're right..." he returned her smile, "Thanks, Aunt Petu-" he stopped abruptly as he doubled over in pain, his hands flying to his forehead as the glass of milk they'd been holding dropped to the floor.
"Harry?!" His aunt yelled, jumping to her feet. "Harry, what's wrong?!"
~ * ~
Vivian sighed. She'd brought the entire group from the Great Hall, all the way down to the hospital wing on conjured stretchers, only to find that Madame Pomphrey had also been knocked unconscious by the aftershock. While she certainly wasn't helpless when it came to medical expertise - she was an Auror, and had been one for quite some time, after all - it wasn't really something she specialized in.
Nonetheless, she could levitated all of the unconscious wizards onto infirmary beds, cover them with blankets, place a cool cloth on each of their foreheads, and pick out the potions that they would probably need to speed their recovery.
Then - she could have hit herself - she realized what she really probably should have done all along. With a sigh, she decided she should start with Madame Pomphrey, as she was the medical expert. "Ennervate."
It took the medi-witch a few moments to gain her bearings as she woke. "Wh-what happened?" she asked softly, as her eyes fell upon the young witch who'd obviously just awaken her.
"Some time of magical shock wave," Vivian replied smoothly, "it knocked everyone out..."
"Oh...oh!" the older witch jumped to her feet when she saw that almost every bed in the infirmary was full.
It hadn't taken Vivian long to arrange this. As foreign as the Hogwarts Hospital Wing itself was to her (she'd only been able to find it because of how closely she'd studied the Castle's blue prints), as an Auror, she's seen similar arrangements many times. The many white-decked beds, the available privacy screens, and the various medical supplies were things she'd almost always found in Hospital settings.
"I wasn't sure if I should wake them," Vivian admitted as she watched the medi-witch begin to check the others over.
"Wake them?" Madame Pomphrey blinked, "Oh, yes! Of course we should! Who knows what affects that wave might've had, we must at least try to wake them!"
"Alright," Vivian nodded, before making her way down to the other end of the room and starting there. She shook her head slightly when she saw Madame Pomphrey frowning at the large, Grim-like dog she'd levitated onto the bed next to Remus. "There's more to that one than there seems to be." She called, not showing any reaction when the older witch snapped a slightly panicked gaze towards her. "I think he's an Animagus," she lied, she knew he was an Animagus, and she knew who he was, but she couldn't really say that!
"Then we should probably wake him too..."
It was then that a thought struck Vivian. 'If everyone at Hogwarts was hit this badly, then what about everyone else? The Ministry, the hospitals... Harry!' She spun around abruptly. "I'm sorry, Madame," she apologized the medi-witch, "but I think I should check in at the Ministry."
"Oh, yes!" The medi-witch nodded, "Yes, of course. Don't you worry about us dear, I've got everything in control." Then she smiled, "And you made it so much easier by setting everyone up like this, thank you."
"A pleasure, I assure you..." Vivian replied, before hurrying out of the room. However, she stopped just outside the door, and called back into the medi-witch. "I will check down in the Potions lab for Professor Snape before I leave, and will send him up to you."
"Yes, thank you!" Madame Pomphrey called back. Then the medi-witch quickly turned her full attention to her sudden abundance of patients. She didn't really pay the Auror's departure any mind. Indeed, she would have forgotten it entirely, had it not been for the Hogwarts Potions Master's arrival atop an enchanted table a short time later.
Even then, the only thing she noted on the Auror was that she was clearly well acquainted with Wizarding first aid [No duh, she's an Auror!]. For although it certainly looked more than a little strange, the table Vivian had used as transport fit standards perfectly.
~ * ~
Hermione Granger didn't know what to do.
She didn't know what happened.
And she didn't know how to find out.
She was in an empty dark area... except it wasn't really dark. For darkness didn't seem to really exist here... But there light didn't seem to exist either...
She didn't know how long she'd been there, not only because she had no way of tracking time here, but also because she didn't think time really existed...
Nothing had changed since her arrival in this dark, but not dark, timeless, intricate and confusing maze...
But that was about to change...
For something did suddenly appear...
She felt like she was being pulled into a dream... or was it a vision...?
The nothingness became darkness, a frame for that new picture...
It was then that she became aware of the fact that she wasn't alone... There were many other people here as well, and she knew they were seeing exactly what she was... She could sense Ron, Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill, Charlie... and hundreds upon hundreds more people... But out of the people she'd been with before being blown into this strange state, only the younger Weasleys were present with her...
But she didn't have much time to think on that. As the vision they'd all been awaiting appeared...
Ten glowing figures stood in a circle, chanting... their wands and faces turned toward the center of the circle...
Then her eyes, and millions of others, snapped open.
~ * ~
It was one of the few times anyone might've seen her looking anything less than perfectly collected. But, they would have to be conscious for that.
And Vivian had sent far too many unconscious employees to the medical ward (her department's ward), to believe that that was possible...
She already knew that the Ward's medics and Healers were conscious to receive their sudden overload of patients, for she had awakened them herself only a few minutes before.
Now, as she made her way across the dark and shimmering hard wood floor of her department's entrance hall, conjuring up stretchers and levitating people into them as she went, she noticed something else was different.
It caused her to stopped and blinked.
It was the fountain...
The graceful and elegant display of the Circle of Nitor-Arma hadn't changed, but what they were standing on had. The base of the fountain was no longer white marble, it was black...
And that was when her mind caught up with her...
~ * Flashback * ~
"You don't have to," her new second in command, Riatanya Willow told her, brushing long strawberry blond bangs away from bright blue eyes. "It's just something a lot of people like to do... It kind of makes something frivolous more useful."
Vivian laughed pleasantly, "Frivolous?" she raised an eyebrow, "The fountain in the Atrium is certainly frivolous, and inaccurate. This, is not, at least by an educational stand point."
"What is it anyway?"
It was rare that Vivian allowed an eyebrow to go as high as she did now, "You, are Brigadier General, and you don't know what the Circle of Nitor-Arma is?"
"Oh...something important, then?" the other witch flashed a bright smile, "Well, I'll be sure to look it up, commander."
Vivian laughed. "Still, I suppose we could make the fountain a little more useful then it already is..."
General Willow nodded, "Yeah... why don't you just set it up as a detector of some sort? Something that applies to the Circle?"
"Hmm...Not a bad idea." After a moment's consideration, Vivian pointed her wand at the fountain's base, and began muttering under her breath.
~ * End of Flashback * ~
Vivian didn't know what to think of this...
She hadn't really told Harry's friends everything about the Circle. She'd told them what anyone would be able to look up in an accurate Wizarding library with a reasonable collection of ancient texts.
In all actuallity, the Circle could be formed for another reason as well. Instead of focusing on raising the powers of one person - a Circle could also be used to cast one powerful spell...
The last time the Circle of Nitor-Arma had been used was to cast the spell that had kept her identity hidden from the Wizarding world...
For nearly fifteen years it had always been there, both hated and loved, a shield against the world... and now... it was gone...
The spell was broken...
~ * ~
[This isn't exactly a flashback... it's more of a vision/memory that everyone (who was involved) is seeing...]
July, 1981 - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Once again, the members of the Order of the Phoenix were gathered in the secret room alongside the Headmaster's office. And once again, they were arguing...
Since it had become obvious that there was a traitor amongst them, that someone was serving the Dark Lord as an informant, the members of the Order hadn't really been able to trust each other nearly as much as they would need to in order to win the war.
"Silence!" Dumbledore's voice (once again) called for peace. "I am well aware," the old wizard began with a sigh, "That many - if not all - of you are very angry. And you have a right to be," he conceded. "However, we're all here for a common goal, and I ask that you not allow yourselves drift astray from it."
Many muted nods were the only replies he received, as it appeared that no one trusted themselves enough to actually speak...
"Now, we must attend to what we have to discuss." The Headmaster waited a moment before continuing. "We have recently learned, that the Potters," he nodded to Lily and James Potter, who were seated a short distance from him. "Have become Lord Voldemort's primary targets."
The vast majority of the Order members turned concerned glances toward the young couple. Lily and James had been the Head's of their year, but more important than that, they were extremely well liked...
"Mrs. Potter and Madame d'Ark, who have been handling the vast majority of the research in the Ancient Arts for us, have discovered a spell that may be of some use..." he nodded to the two witches. "Lily, Inès?"
The two looked at each other. After a moment, Lily nodded to the older witch.
The blonde offered a gentle smile, before beginning, "Thank you, Albus... The spell we have found, is both complex and simplistic," she raised a hand to forestall the coming protests, "as odd as this may sound, it is true..." she sighed. "Almost everything about the spell; the format, the properties, the linguistics, all of it, is simple. But the spell itself, or more precisely: what it is meant to do, is not."
"And what exactly is it meant to do, Madame?" Frank Longbottom inquired politely.
"Obliviate the World."
~ * ~
Madame Pomphrey gave a start as all of the Professor's suddenly awoke at the exact same time, just as the children had a few minutes before, almost exactly an hour after the helpful General had left to check in at the Ministry.
As the adults began to rise, her brows drew together, "Slow down!" she snapped at them, causing both those the command it was directed at (the adults) to wince in recognition, and the others (the children) to wince reflexively. "You've just endured a considerable amount of shock, you should take things slowly."
She didn't object again, as the adults moved themselves carefully into sitting positions. But she did make sure to keep a close eye on all of them.
However her attention was drawn to the open door by a gentle, but firm, knock.
"May I help you?" the School nurse asked, turning slightly toward the dark haired woman who stood there.
The light robed witch smiled softly as she entered the room. "Actually, I was hoping to be of some help to you, Madam. General Potier thought you might need assistance, as those injured in Hogsmeade are being directed up here."
"O-oh, well thank you, Miss...?"
"Zoe Derwent," the younger witch replied, "Healer; Captain."
"Captain?" the medi-witch blinked.
"It's the way our Sector works," Derwent explained, her dark eyes amused.
"You're not from Saint Mungo's?"
"Oh, no! I work in the Healers Ward for General Potier's Sector."
"The Aurors have a Healers Ward?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"No," Derwent replied, "Just Potier's Sector."
"Alright," Mrs. Weasley nodded tiredly, turning her head slightly towards her youngest son. "If you really want to be an Auror, I'm fine with it, but only if you work for Vivian's Sector."
Captain Derwent laughed, before setting the large black-leather bag she'd been carrying on the floor, and turning her attention back to the other medi-witch. "We should probably get things ready up here. My colleague; Corporal Amy Wright is down in Hogsmeade now, handling first aid, minor injuries and recovery. But she's sending anything serious up here." The dark-eye witch winced slightly, "And there'll probably be a few of them, judging by the smoke I saw when we passed it..."
~ * ~
It wasn't an easy thing, Draco Malfoy found, to open his eyes after being knocked out. He wasn't sure what had knocked him out, for it had happened far too quickly... Nonetheless, he did eventually manage to force his pale eyelids open to reveal pained silvery-blue eyes.
'What happened?' he wondered, but that small thought made him gasp in pain, and his hands quickly flew up to his throbbing head. He'd never had a headache like this before... he didn't know how to describe it.
It was like a steady, unending, and relentless wave of pain that seemed to come from both inside and outside his head.
And that was what caused him to close his eyes, and fall back into the unconscious world once again.
Therefore, he didn't hear the main door to his rooms open, and didn't see the worried look on his father's face as he entered the room.
He didn't see the slightly panicked look in the man's eyes when the older Malfoy spotted him.
He wasn't conscious to feel himself being picked up and quickly moved to the bed that was in the other room by a pair of strong his arms.
And he didn't see him hurry off to call a healer...
~ * ~
It was shortly after ten o'clock that evening, when Vivian finally arrived home. The chaos at the Ministry had kept her there for the last few hours, much to her annoyance, but it couldn't be helped. Nor could the panic that flooded her heart when she stepped through the Floo, to find her aunt pacing in the entrance hall.
"Aunt Petunia?" she asked nervously, watching as her startled aunt jumped slightly, before turning to face her.
"Oh, Vivian!" Aunt Petunia cried, relief flooding her features, "Thank heavens you're here!"
"What is it?" the Auror asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's Harry! He started screaming during suppertime; in pain. From a headache, I think." The Muggle woman shook her head, "It went on for hours. He only just stopped screaming, and fell asleep a little over half an hour ago..."
Vivian had already crossed the entrance hall, and was hurrying down the Manor's corridors, her aunt a few steps behind her, when the woman finished. It took her little more than five minutes to reach the entrance to her brother's rooms, although that in itself seemed far too long, and only the knowledge that her aunt was one step behind her kept her from Apparating.
As she entered the room, she immediately noted the sweat that covered the teenager's face, which had obviously expressed tremendous pain for a very long amount of time; she'd seen enough victims of the Cruciatus curse to recognize that. He seemed to be having some difficulty breathing, but other than that seemed to be in a deep, peaceful sleep.
After taking all this in, she waved her wand, conjuring a bowl of cool water and a washcloth on the bedside table, and turned back to her aunt. "Use that, I'm going to go call a healer. I won't be long." Before turning to leave, she pulled a phial of silver liquid out of one of her robe's many hidden pockets. "Pour this in there, too.
Receiving a nod from her Muggle Aunt, she turned and hurried from the room. This time, once outside the door, she did Apparate: directly to her study. Crossing the room and going around to her chair, she sank down into it, opening one of the side drawers as she did so. After a few minutes of rummaging through the items the drawer held, she pulled out a small crystal globe that was filled with a white mist.
"Major Llewelyn," she called, and the globe began to glow as it sought out the person she called.
A moment later, the face of a witch in her early fifties with long, tied back white hair and pale blue eyes set in her well-aged visage, appeared. "Vivian!" her brows creased in concern. "What's wrong?"
"Good evening, Rebecca," the General replied softly, "How are things going?"
The head of her Healers Ward raised an eyebrow, but replied nonetheless. "Well enough, we've finally managed to get everything under control..."
"That's good to hear," Vivian sighed. "Can you spare anyone?"
"What for?" the Healer cocked her head curiously.
"My brother did not react well to the occurrence..." she replied smoothly.
Now the older witch did bother hiding her concern, "How bad is he?"
"Lower red, at the moment. He may worsen."
The Healer Major nodded, "I'll send Nicholas over... Is this on the record, or off?"
"Off."
Again, the Healer nodded, "Very well. Good evening, General."
"Good evening," Vivian nodded in reply before closing the transmission.
~ * ~
"What was that, Albus?" Mrs. Weasley asked as another meeting of the Order of the Phoenix began, this time in the hidden chamber beside the Headmaster's quarters again.
"Don't you remember?" Sirius asked, his voice pained.
"Remember what?" Mrs. Weasley replied, blinking. "I barely remember anything from the... vision. It's all blurry now."
"It will clear, with time, no doubt." Dumbledore told her. Then, he sighed. "It would seem, that for a long time now, we have forgotten some very important things..."
"What'd you mean?" Mundungus Fletcher asked, looking confused.
"Remus?" Dumbledore offered, nodding to the younger wizard.
"A little over fifteen years ago," the werewolf began, "When we first became aware that the Dark Lord was after the Potters... it seems we did more than just place them under the Fidelius charm, or, at least, we tried to..." he sighed. "Lily and a coworker had been researching Ancient Magic for quite some time, and had come across a spell that would certainly protect them... Essentially, it would 'Obliviate the World', as the coworker phrased it." Now he shook his head, "Obviously, we didn't want to just start casting ancient spells that we knew almost nothing about, so we agreed to try a test run."
Only Dumbledore's raised hand prevented almost everyone in the room from bursting into questions. "Please, let Remus finish..."
The former DADA Professor sighed, "We had planned to ensure that the spell served its purpose, and we set it up, so that we could then add on to the spell. As the Potters were the ones in the most amount of danger at the time, it was decided that they would be the first we used the spell on..."
"So what's the big deal?" Tonks, whose hair was currently shoulder-length and neon green, asked. "It obviously didn't work."
"On the contrary, Nymphadora," Professor Dumbledore shook his head; "it worked all too well..."
~ * ~
Harry's soft moan would not have been noticed, if the two other people in the room had been talking instead of watching him. The next would've though, but the wet cloth Vivian pressed gently to his brow seemed to help.
"Is he going to be alright?" Petunia Evans asked, watching as her niece continued to wipe the soothing cloth across the teenager's forehead.
Vivian didn't answer. She didn't even say anything until she looked up several minutes later, toward the door. "What is it, Laurel?"
The house elf she'd just addressed bowed apologetically before replying. "Laurel though Milady would like to know that Master Healer Dolohov has arrived, and is waiting in the Floo Entrance Hall.
"Thank you," the Auror replied, rising to her feet, "Please tell him that I will be with him shortly..." With a sigh, she handed the wet cloth to her aunt, and with one last glance at her little brother, left the room.
~ * ~
The members of the Order of the Phoenix were quite obviously in shock.
"A s-sister?" Mrs. Weasley broke the heavy silence. "H-Harry has an older sister...?"
Dumbledore nodded with a sigh, "Who, thanks to the spell, has remained nonexistent in the minds of all... for the past fifteen years."
"Oh, Merlin!" Remus gasped, his eyes wide.
"What is it, Remus?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"I just realized..." the werewolf replied shakily, "Lily and James died, without even knowing they had a daughter!"
"Worse yet," Mrs. Weasley murmured, "the poor child. What must she have thought with everything in the papers? The media covered the Dark Lord's first downfall for years afterward!"
"So where is she?" Tonks asked a few moments later.
"I am afraid," Dumbledore sighed, and shook his head. "We don't know..."
"You don't know?" Several people cried, their eyes wide.
"No," the Headmaster replied calmly, his eyes sad. "We believe that our minds have yet to fully adjust to the absence of the magical barrier that has been present there for so long. Therefore we are having difficulty remembering everything. Those who truly knew the child will undoubtedly remember her first." He finished, nodding to Remus and Sirius.
"Do you remember anything?" Professor McGonagall asked them.
Both nodded.
"I remember little bits and pieces..." Remus replied quietly.
Sirius nodded in agreement. "She looked like Lily, but she had James' hair... poor girl." He chuckled. "I think..." he shook his head, "I kind of remember when James and Lily were trying to decide what her name should be... They came up with something that rhymed with Lily's name..."
"Ally, Abby, Bonnie...?" Tonks tried.
Picking up where the younger witch left off, Madame Vance added; "Carrie, Jenny, Debbie, Jessie...?"
"No," Remus shook his head, "It did rhyme with 'Lily', it rhymed with 'Lillian'..."
"'Lillian'?" Tonks blinked, "But I thought 'Lily' was her full name..."
Remus nodded, "It was... Lillian was what her grandmother always liked to call her..."
"Oh..." Tonks nodded
Then the guessing game began again.
"Gillian...?" Madam Vance suggested.
"Ian?" Tonks offered.
"Ian's a boys name!" Mundungus Fletcher objected, his baggy, bloodshot eyes snapping over toward the younger spell caster.
"So?" the Auror replied.
End of Chapter 11.
Translations:
Consanguina - related by blood (Latin)
Nitor - to trust in/depend on
Arma - military power; protection, defense
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Well, I hope this chapter wasn't a disappointment.
Umm... This chapter answered that, didn't it?
LOL... Yes, that is pretty much the canon Draco... But I still say that we haven't seen anything in the books (aside from his support of Voldemort and the prejudices he's been raised to) that show he's anything more than a brat.... And I honestly haven't seen a fanon Draco portrayed as truly evil. Even when authors have intended to make a character that's really evil, be it Draco or anyone else... It's not an easy thing to do. And I don't think J.K. Rowling has managed it with any of her characters... Yes, we know Voldemort (and everyone who supports him) is(are) bad. But that's it. They're protagonists. That's all. We've yet to see them do anything that would really make them look evil... Actually, no I take that back... Book 5 was an exception in a few areas:
I would consider (the house elf) Kreacher, as evil - if he most definitely wasn't insane. The only place where Voldemort has ever really shown as especially Dark side was when he possessed Harry, and told Dumbledore to kill him. That was evil. Bellatrix Black Lestrange - even though she was also insane, I'd still rate her as a pretty good evil doer...Those are the three of the four points in the HP series where J.K. Rowling has managed to really creep me out... the fourth was the Chamber of Secrets - and that's really because of the movie. (I don't really like snakes...)
Yes, Draco is headed down an evil path, and the canon Draco really doesn't look like he'll ever turn back, or even consider it... But I still think he's really only a brat who wants to be like his father...
LOL, well you had to talk (write) it out some where! Feel better? Or did my response make it worse?
Yay! Someone else who likes the "nurturing Petunia"! I was beginning to think no one would ever like her! I mean, I know she's (WAY) out of character, but this is fan fiction... so what?
LOL, yes, we like conflicted Sirius! ^_^
:-D Oh, there will be conflict. I promise you that.
Yes, Occlumacy stands a much better chance of being successful here...
Yes, "Viv" (great nick name, btw!) is somewhat of a "guardian angel", and she wants to protect & support Harry, more than anything. But Harry will be going back to school soon... and we all know how much trouble he can get into there!
There will be conflict. There will be tension. There will be humor. There will be suspense. There will be action. There will be tears.... As long as I can keep the story flowing smoothly along the plot line!
Thanks for both reading and reviewing. I liked your review a lot... It got me thinking a bit. And I (usually) like that. ^_^
Rachel A. Prongs - Thank you, I'm glad.
Yes, probably...
LOL, doesn't she?
Thanks! ^_^
Littletoaster2345 - LOL... thank you. I'm sorry for the wait!
Last Hope - LOL. Thank you. How was this chapter?
Wytil - ...umm... Thank you... very much... I'm not a pro... Trust me, I'm nowhere near that... but thank you for the compliment.
I'm glad you like this story, and LS.
*Sigh*... yes. LS isn't really cooperating at the moment... It doesn't help that V-Star (the co-author) is away for most of the summer! She's too busy to help, and I'm a bit stuck with a few of the scenes....
Arigato! J
CBeMe - I'm glad...
LOL... yes, that's something I've found that I'm rather good at... It's getting him out of the situation that tends to be the problem!
YAY! Someone else who likes the OOC Aunt Petunia!... LOL, honestly, that really was just a split second decision, to begin with. And I've found that I like it... So I kept it.
Thank you for reviewing! ^_^
Makulit - LOL, yatta! New reader! ^_^
Honestly, *whispers*; "I don't either!"
Oh, I thought your pen name looked familiar! Welcome!
As I told Wytil, I'm working on LS, but it's giving me quite a bit of difficulty. I'll try to update it within the next week...
Thanks, glad to hear it!
*Sigh* I know... honestly, I agree with you on the Weasley's (for the most part). But they'd have a hell of a time with everyone else. And the spell would make so that no one could even begin to think that Harry having an older sister was even possible. So they'd automatically rebel against the idea. And assume she's brainwashed Harry, or something along those lines... Really, I've written some of those scenes! You'll never see them, but I did try them!
Yes, 'tis cruel. But we all have to be cruel sometimes. And don't worry... They'll know soon.
Thanks for reading! ^_^
AN: Well, that's it for Chapter 11! What'd you guys think?
Just thought I'd tell you in advance; I may not have the next chapter out as quickly as the last few ones... It's a bit longer... But I'll try to have it out by next weekend, or, at the very latest, the following one... I'm also trying to update some other fics, so *shrugs* Who knows?
Thanks for reading! ^_^
Now you're supposed to do the other part!
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~ Jess S