Rubbing the back of his neck, Harry stepped out of the room. Madam Pomfrey had kept him there for the better part of an hour, looking at his ankle again and again. Finally, she was fine with him leaving, even though you could see it in her eyes, she wanted him to spend the night in the hospital wing. But he had gotten out of it, not sure how it happened. Stretching his back, Harry reached up to his shoulder and rubbed Dawn's belly.
The small phoenix cooed and rubbed her little head against his hair, tussling it in the process.
"What do you say, little Lady? Shall we see if dinner is ready now?"The boy said, smiling as Dawn ruffled her feathers chirping excitedly. Behind the boy, Sirius closed the door to the infirmary.
"Thinking about getting some grubs?" He asked as he stepped up to his godson. Harry nodded, turning his eyes to his godfather. It was amazing how much he had changed since he had gotten acquitted. His body had filled out, no longer the gaunt almost skeletal frame it had been when Harry first had seen him. Gone were the deep rings under his eyes, gone were the darting panicked looks, gone was the hunched over position that had looked more feral than anything. Sure his hair had gotten a little greyer, but other than that he looked so much better. Without saying anything, the boy stepped closer and brought his arms around Sirius midsection, hugging him. The man smiled and put his arms around the teenager, pulling him close. Dawn used the moment to lean against Sirius, as she always was a sucker for body contact. After a moment, the boy pulled back with a whistful smile.
Sirius chuckled. "What was that for?"
Shrugging one-sided not to push his companion off his shoulder, Harry said. "I don't know, I just thought about what happened all year and that I am so happy to be here."
Now it was Sirius who gathered his godson in his arms. "Me too Prongslet. Me too." A single tear ran down the man's cheek as he smiled into his godson's hair. The boy was right. The last year, no matter the downs was one of the best in his entire life. His godson made it so bright, as bright as his two wonderful parents once had. It might be the darkness that proceded this year, but it was like a new life, like the sun was brighter, the air clearer and the food tastier.
Stepping back, he held his godson on the shoulders, smiling at him for him. For a moment, they just looked at each other, before Sirius nodded once.
"All right. There is something I have to take care of, you will be okay?"
Harry nodded at the question. "Yeah, I think I can still be on time for the evening meal." Together the two of them walked towards the stairs the would lead into the bowls of the school. Unbeknown to Harry but not to a very aware Daphne, they turned quite a few heads.
Sirius reached into his pocket producing a golden pocket watch and frowned. "Hate to say it kid but you are too late for that."
"He is." A voice called out from behind them. A couple of feet away stood Daphne Greengrass, her hand folded modestly in front of herself. She was no longer in the fur rimmed coat but her school robes.
The elder between the three nodded once at her. "Heiress Greengrass."
Daphne dropped into a curtsies. "Lord Black, Lord Peverell." She had her formal smile on her face, the one Harry never got used to. It was pleasant but fake. He had seen her real smile and liked it a hundred times more than this mask the girl always kept on her face.
For a moment was silence between them, before Sirius turned back to Harry. "I guess you should call for Kreacher, he will make you something to eat. I am sorry, I have to bail. I didn't realise where the time went."
"I will keep Lord Peverell company," Daphne spoke softly as she stretched out her arm. Dawn took the invitation and flew over, letting the girl pet her plumage. There was the smile Harry liked a lot more than the fake one, faint but there.
"All right." Sirius said, pulling Harry into a hug once more. "Stay safe Prongslet." He mumbled into his hair. "And remember, I'm one mirror call away."
"You too Padfoot, you too." Harry strengthened his grip around the man for a moment before he let go and stepped back.
Sirius turned his head once. "Good evening Heiress Greengrass."
The girl looked up from where she had been engrossed with Dawn, curtsies following right after. "Good evening Lord Black."
With a nod and a wave, Sirius turned around and walked down the stone corridors of Hogwarts. When he halfway down, his person blurred and where once was a man now was a large black dog that trotted on. His godson smiled watching Padfoot tap around a corner before he turned back to the girl and the phoenix. Daphne was again focused on the small bird, tickling her under the chin. Harry felt his companions glee through their bond as her favourite spot was tickled. t warmed Harry's heart and while he marvelled in this feeling, Dawn lowered her head to look at him.
With two quick bats of her wings, she returned to him, acting on the feelings she felt. He caught her in his arms and laughed silently at her eagerness. "Yes, yes I love you too. Yes, I do." He spoke softly to the cooing Pheonix. Slowly Daphne walked over to him and waited for him to notice her. After a moment he raised his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, Sorry Daphne I was...lost in the moment."
She shook her head, looking at Dawn. "No need. I understand. After all, she is very special, Lord Peverell."
"Harry." He said more automatic than anything else.
Her smile turned real again as her dark green eyes looked up into his emerald green ones. "Of course, Harry."
For a moment they just looked at each other, just staring into the eyes of the other. Then Harry blinked and the moment was broken. Feeling blood rush into his face, he rubbed his neck again.
"So...would you accompany me to the kitchen? I don't want to bother Kreacher and maybe they still have leftovers. If you want, of course, I understand if you don't, I mean-"
"I would like that." She interrupted him with a soft smile.
Feeling relieved, Harry returned the smile and offered her his arm, like a good gentleman would do.
Stretching his back, the young man looked over his work. Rubbing his hands over his eyes, he sighed. For fifteen hours he had worked on his cauldron and was still not finished. But right now, the potion only needed to simmer, so he could relax for a moment. Taking a swig from his drink, he turned, swallowing the mouthful. His thin blond hair was unclamped from the night without sleep and his light blues robes crumpled. He looked around the small potions lab that he had built in his flat. Two cauldrons, a table for preparation as well es a wall with ingredients and finished bottles. Right now he was working on a beauty potion.
Jonathan King was of average height and neither fat nor super thin. His pale blue eyes were underlined by dark rings, like his clothes a testament of missed sleep. Scratching his ear, the man moved next door, emptying his drink. His flat was made up of four rooms, his lab, the bedroom with a simple singles bed, the bathroom and the kitchen. Moving into the last he set down his empty glass in the sink, he pulled a new one from the cupboard and poured himself some orange juice. His eyes stayed on the small pin board next to the door. On it was the other orders. One batch of boil-cure, one batch of pepper up and one batch of mild skin cleaner. He sighed shaking his head. He wished his work would be something more interesting.
Jonathan came to Italy a few months ago and it took him a little time to find a job. Finally, he has gotten hold of the potioneers position in a small apothecary in Venice. He was one of two potioneer there, the other one being an old man named Dario. Jonathan knew he was the better man at the cauldron of the two of them but Dario worked there for almost thirty years now, so he got the more complex and interesting orders, while Jonathan worked the simple but annoying ones. The owner of the shop was about the same age as Dario and would probably always prefer his old friend and work partner over the young man.
But, at least he got paid and had work. That was something in this land. For a few years now, Italy had problems with their magical economy outside of the formal regulations of the Vatican. The holy seat held a strong grip on all the important parts of the land. If you wanted to make real money you had to work for the church and the blond man wasn't inclined to do so. Not only was he not religious in any way but he also was cautious due to the strict regulations the church put out for their employees. They had very strict rules on research and development, looked deeply into the past of their workers and all inventions would be credited to the church, not the individual. Shaking his head, Jonathan was about to go into his bedroom to get an hour of sleep when there was a knock on the door.
Setting down his glass, the man looked for a moment at the wooden object. Patting his left side, he felt his wand holster there and nodded. Moving closer, he tapped his finger lightly against the doorframe, making the door one way seethrough in the process. When he first had gotten this flat he had warded it out to the brim with different wards, concealments and so on. It had taken him 5 days before he even unpacked a single sock from his trunk.
In front of the door stood a short man with no hair, a moustache and a briefcase. He wore a simple suit under grey robes and looked bored. In his other hand was a clipboard. None of Jonathan's wards said anything of the wrong, so he tapped the lock and the door swung open.
"Yes?" He asked, looking down at the short man.
The man in return looked down at his pad, reading something. "Jonathan King?"
The blond man nodded, looking the man over. "Yes. And you are?"
"Lucan Divatelli. I work for the Ufficio de Residenza magia. I just have a few short questions. May I come in?"
Jonathan stiffened but nodded. He disliked allowing strangers in be he wanted no trouble. He led the short man into his lab, offering him a chair, while he himself stood.
Mr Divatelli opened his briefcase, pulled out a parchment and straightened it, while a quill came forth too.
"So, Mr King. You came here on the 2nd of January this year is that correct?" The scratching of the quill filled the room.
"Yes." Came the slow answer as the blond man leaned against his counter, trying to look relaxed.
"And you came from the UK, is that correct too?" The bored voice of the man filled the room.
Jonathan nodded, slowly.
"Please respond verbally, so the quill can take it up."
"Yes."
Divatelli nodded, pointing the quill at his parchment to a new place.
"You work for Antonio DeBernado and the farmacia del plaza?"
Jonathan nodded once more. "Yes." He had a bad feeling about this. He had no idea what but this man set him on edge.
"That is good. Mr Esposito is a good man. What made you leave your country, Mr King."
Jonathan stiffened even more. "Personal business. Needed a new point of view."
The short man on his chair nodded, scratching some more, only to then pull his wand, pointing at the taller blond man. "I believe that, Mr Snape."
Jonathan froze for a split second while cursing himself on the inside. Damn, damn, damn.
"Now, very slowly, hand over your wand." Divatelli said, stretching out his hand. Still cursing himself, "Jonathan" very slowly reached into his robes and pulled out a thin black wand. Instead of handing it over, he dropped it on the floor.
Divatelli blinked, then chuckled. "Always so defiant Severus. Tststs." He stood up and pulled a ring from his finger. Divatelli seemed to melt stretch his form and a moment later Evan Rosier, tall, with shoulder-length brown hair and a thin moustache over his lips. He flipped the ring once in the air with a grin.
"A small gift from our Lord. Wards don't pick up on it you know? Nice, little trick this is. Speaking of which, the Dark Lord is not amused."
He stepped closer, his grin melting from his face. "He was not happy to hear that one of his inner circle had just legged it. He was not amused indeed. So he told me to find you. You were not dismissed."
Severus Snape, who was still the blond muggle whose hair he had stolen in Bulgaria, sneered back at the taller Rosier but said nothing.
Rosier laughed. "Oh, there it is. Your little sneer. You might frighten little children with that but not me. I know, I'm quicker on the wand then you. So, no funny business. The Dark Lord wishes to get you himself. He didn't want to believe you had legged it but really? I mean I followed your trail all over Europe. A stay in Vienna, once in Belarus and nowhere. But you are not as smart as you think you are. A pioneer from England named King? Really? I know you think no one knows about your past but we were in school together. Of course, I know your mothers maiden name."
Snape gritted his teeth and stepped a little to his side, eyeing his wand. Rosier raised his wand.
"Don't even think about it. Actually, Accio Wand." The wooden object flew into his hand. The brunette man then shook his head looking around. Severus sighed, reaching out and placing his hand on one of the shelves, trying to look calm.
"To believe you have fallen this far. Once one of the Dark Lords inner circle, but now, living in a small hovel and brewing beauty potions. Pffff." The man looked into the bubbling cauldron, shaking his head again.
Severus took a deep breath and spoke for the first time. "Hey, Rosier. I know you were smart in potions. What happens when you put combine frog liver with snake fangs?"
"It explodes, why?"
Rosier for a moment thrown off looked up still leaned over the cauldron when Severus gripped the shelve harder and then tipped it over. Ingredients fell from the shelves crashing to the floor, spilling out everywhere. Ginger tumbled out of baskets, dried kelp and dragon tooth powder spewed out, while Kelpy bile stained the work surface.
And a single container, filled to the brim with snake fangs dropped into the still bubbling beauty potion, while Severus jumped behind the counter. Severus was brewing wrinkle remover. It was a rather easy potion with no volatile substance in it.
Except for frog liver.
Rosier had a moment to look into the bubbling, which started to sizzle.
"Shit."
The cauldron exploded in a blinding flash, ripped into pieces. Every glass container in the room was shattered, the countertop burned and the drapes caught fire. The whole house shook from the explosion, which could be heard even a few blocks away.
Severus blinked. His whole world felt like he looked at it through a long straw. His ears were ringing as he rose up and caught himself on the edge of the counter. The lab was in ruins. Smoke filled the air, flames started spreading.
But and this was more important for Severus than anything else, a large piece of the cauldron had flown in a straight line, embedding itself into the opposite wall. With no regard to the fact, that Rosier stood between the wall and its origin.
Severus stumbled to the dropped man, coughing due to the smoke. To his amazement, Rosier was still alive. The man had blood on his lips as he laid against the wooden counter. Severus picked up his thin black wand, feeling a lot better with the twelve inches of wood between his fingers.
"You w- *cough* -ill never escape. The Dark Lord knows whe-"
A blasting curse exploded the man's head, ending whatever threat Evan Rosier had planned to say.
Still stumbling, his ears still ringing, Severus moved out of his lab and into the bedroom. Grabbing his still packed trunk he threw open the door. Thick smoke was already coming from underneath the door, but Severus paid it no heed. Instead, he pulled a flask from the inside of his pocket and downed the content. It tasted horrible and after just one moment, he felt himself shrink down and widen.
A black man in pale blue robes came out of the apartment and hastened down the corridor. Some of the neighbours were standing in the hall, spectators. With a deep voice, the man called out.
"Fire!" Before running down the stairs and out of the building. Smoke came from a window above as the man powerwalked down the side of the road. He had to get to the next public floo and disappear. Once he got there it would be fine. Severus cursed while he walked. So much for this hideout. He had gotten rusty. Of course, someone would notice the similarities and find him.
But, and that got him smirking a little bit, he already had a plan in place.
And this time no one would catch him.
He sat the glass down letting out a deep breath. God damn, he had needed this. Harry looked around. Right now he and Daphne were in the kitchen of Hogwarts. Four large tables, looking just like the house tables as well as one like the head table were placed in the middle. Around it were ovens, kitchen counter, stoves, racks and many things he didn't even know what they were. The whole room was warm and well lit. About fifty house-elves were bustling about, cleaning pots, dishes and pans. It was obvious that they were dealing with the aftermath of the evening dinner. At first, the boy had felt bad to disturb them, but the small creatures were so enthusiastic to have some of the "little ones" there, that they decided to stay. He looked over the table at the blond who was with him there. While he had eaten, Daphne had fed Dawn with small bugs. His companion looked very pleased while Daphne had a real smile on her face. As if she noticed that she was watched, the blond girl looked up at him and saw his smile.
She tilted her head slightly in a questioning manner. "Something wrong?"
The boy shook his head. "No, I'm just glad you two get along so well." He pointed at the girl and the black phoenix who had started jumping around one of the golden goblets.
Daphne reached out and patted the back of the black-feathered bird in a calming way. Dawn took that as an invitation and flopped undignified down and turned on her back in a clear demand for tummy rubs. The blond girl was happy to comply.
"She makes it easy. She is just so cute all the time, it is hard to not have your heart melt at that." Daphne said with a soft voice while looking into golden eyes.
The raven-haired teen laughed at that shaking his head. "You should be there, when she thinks it is fun to fly around my room at four in the morning, chirping and hunting a bug, which in the end turns out to be a button."
A bell-like laughter filled the room as Daphne couldn't help herself. "Awww, Dawn, did some evil button deceive you?" More tummy rubs followed, as the phoenix didn't care for their conversation. She was enjoying her tummy rubs too much.
"Oh yes, she was pouting all morning that day. I paid dearly for laughing when she finally found out the black speck was not a bug at all."
Daphne sniffed slightly but still smiled. "Of course you would. It isn't proper to laugh at a young lady. Did Miss Black not teach you that?"
Chuckling, he shook his head. "Oh, yes she did. Must be my godfathers influence on me. He always gets Narcissa near meltdown."
Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Lord Black is a rather unusual Wizengamot Lord. He does lack a certain dignity."
That, in turn, got a little ire from Harry. Criticising Padfoot was an easy ticket to dislike city in his book. "I would like to see you after years of Azkaban." He bit out.
Blinking in surprise, Daphne stared at him. "I am sorry Lord Peverell. I didn't mean to offend you."
Harry frowned, slowly shaking his head. "It's all right, but don't speak ill of my godfather near me."
The girl nodded her head once. "As you wish."
For a while, it was quiet between the two of them, as Harry thought about it. Dawn got up and trippeled over the table to his fingers, settling in his hands. He knew he was defensive about Sirius and that he was maybe a little unfair but he felt that his godfather should be cut some slack. He had a hard life and that he was a bit quirky made out his character. But then again, he knew Daphne came from a different background and for her, Sirius was quite...singular.
"I'm sorry, Daphne, I didn't mean to snap at you." He said after a while, looking down at the small bird instead of the girl.
"It is fine Lord Pev...Harry. I know you and Lord Black are close. I was out of bound."
"Let's just both agree that it was out of bound from both of us okay?"
She nodded slowly. For again a moment no one said something before Daphne leaned a little closer. "May I offer you some advice?"
Raising his eyes, Harry nodded slowly, while his fingers worked Dawns Wing's muscle, getting a gleeful coo from down below.
"You are..." She trailed off, like she was thinking about how to say it.
"Just say it I won't be offended."
Daphnes eyes sharpened as she nodded. "All right, I will say it as I see it. You are too sensitive. When you think one of yours is attacked you immediately jump up in arms, ready to fight even the most minor slight. Sometimes it is better to let it slide off you, just like you didn't care."
"Being a blade of grass." The boy mumbled.
Daphne blinked surprised, at least that was all the reaction she gave. "Excuse me?"
Harry sighed, shaking his head. "Nothing, just some saying from the muggle world. While a sturdy tree breaks in the storm, a blade of grass just bends and stands tall once the storm is gone."
The blond nodded. "Yes, that is surprisingly accurate. Not every fight needs to be fought and not every fight needs to be instant. That is why you fell so oft for Malfoys taunts. You are too emotional."
The boy frowned. "And you mean I should be like you? Having no emotions at all?" While he said it, Harry knew this was the wrong thing to say.
"I have you know, I do have emotions, Harry. Just because I don't show them around, doesn't mean I don't have them." She glared at him and by the biting tone of her voice, Harry was sure he hit a sore spot.
The black-haired teenager leaned forward, casting his eyes down. "I'm sorry Daphne, that was uncalled for."
For a moment the girl looked at him, before nodding slowly. "Apology accepted."
For once again it was quiet between the two of them. Then Harry cleared his throat. "I don't want to intrude but this seems to be a sensitive topic for you."
Still sitting straight, the girl eyed him for a while down her nose, like she was judging whether or not to tell him. The boy was sure she wouldn't say anything when she suddenly started talking.
"When I first came to Hogwarts, I knew only a few people. Tracey and some others that had been on parties and gatherings in the past. None of them really knew me either. So pretty early, there started rumour flying around, that my parents put me under a ritual to get rid of my emotions, for whatever reason."
"That sucks. How did you debunk those? Did you confront who made that up?"
Daphne looked at him with surprise, before smiling faintly. "Typical Gryffindor. Of course not, that is not how the snakepit works. I made sure that the rumour mill had something else to talk about, that the one who created the rumour was the one suffering for it and took the next few weeks and months I placed a few careful laughs and looks of sadness into my mask that people knew there were emotions."
Harry grinned hearing that. "Typical Slytherin." They both shared a short chuckle and then he asked. "And, who did it?"
That turned Daphne's smile a little vindictive. "I won't say, but let's just say, after a certain pug-faced snake sleepwalked into the common room in her underclothes, no one cared about the rumours about me anymore."
They both chuckled once again.
A few hours later a boy turned in his sleep. He had gotten a good amount to eat that evening and called it early, feeling rather sleepy. Snuggling deeper into his wet blanket he smiled thinking about a pleasant dream he just had, about him and one of the Quidditch team girls, playing slap and tickle. It had been a fun dream but like so often it was cut short.
Wait a second. Wet? He turned his head more and was straight awake when he felt his face sink into a puddle. His eyes snapping open the boy as he looked upwards. He was lying in his bed, but instead of the roof of the Gryffindor dorms, he looked right into rainclouds that shed their contents down at him. And while he was at it he noticed that he got quite a cold soaking in the rain. He thrust his hand under his pillow in search for his wand but there was nothing there.
Gripping the soaked curtain, he pulled it back and looked out. His bed was standing on the lawns of Hogwarts, somewhere close to the forest but not directly there. The floor was muddy and slippery and so dam cold as he put his foot on it. A few feet away was a second bed standing, the drapes completely soaked. The boy got out of the bed and hastened over, wincing every time his feet hit the muddy ground. He swore as he hit his toe on a stone and quickly grabbed the crimson curtains, pulling them open.
There was a person in the other bed, still asleep but very much wet and also familiar.
"Fred." George hissed out, shaking his brother's shoulder.
"Mhhhh wasgoingon." His twin mumbled out, trying to slip back into sleep. George shook harder.
"Fred!" He hissed louder as finally, familiar brown eyes opened.
"George what do you- Ewwww, I'm soaked. Where, what?" Fred sat up looking around. "What is going on George?"
George shook his head. "I have no idea. I just woke up too."
Fred shoved his hand under his pillow, before turning and pushing it aside. "My wand is gone!"
His twin nodded. "Mine too, we are outside on the lawn."
His brother, still sitting in the bed, pulled his blanket up to cover his head. "Shit." He turned and sat on the edge of his own bed, looking out. "You are right. How did we-Ewwww." His feet had just sunken into the muddy cold ground.
"No idea. But we have to get back into the castle." Was the answer to the unasked question. He could already feeling himself shiver int he cold. Damn, the weather was horrible. Whoever planed this had taken a really horrible night for this.
Fred nodded and got out of his bed, pulling his blanket with him to protect him from the rain. But it was a fluffy down blanket, sagging already with rainwater. Blinking into the strands of rain, he pointed to the side of the castle.
"Let's take the side entrance behind Lord Cauldronback." A nod was confirming and they started moving, through the darkness.
"Damn who could have been the one th- OWWW damn, a stone. Who did this?" Fred said as they moved along.
George shook his head peering out. "I have no idea. But whoever did this, I th-" Whatever he wanted to say was cut short as he slipped on the wet grass and fell face-first into the mud.
"George are you ok-Bwahahaha" Fred couldn't help himself as his twin pushed himself up. His entire front was covered with dirt and mud, blades of grass cacked into it.
"S-Sorry but bwahaha you look so stupid it-"
George frowned and pushed his aggravating twin, which cost him his own stand and both of them fell into the mud.
"You utter pillock, what was that for?" Fred yelled as he tried to get up and pull his blanket around himself. But it was already completely muddy and he dropped it back down again. Both of them looked like mud figures already.
"For laughing, idiot. Now come on, let's get back inside okay?"
Shivering and shacking they got to the side garden while cursing and falling down once or twice in the process. They moved through the dark hedges and along the wall until they came to the statue of an old wizard that carried a cauldron on his back. This was the entrance to one of the secret passages and would bring them up to the Gryffindor Tower or at least close to it. Inside it wouldn't be warm but better than being in the rain it would be. Fred stepped onto the foundation one which the statue stood and pushed his finger into the eye to open the door inside the Cauldron.
But no click.
"Goerge? Is the door open?" He asked around the stone edge. His mud smeared twins face came out of the stone cauldron. His hair were sticking out and he blinked into the rain.
"No, push again."
He pushed again, but no click either.
"Now?"
"Fred? Here is a note."
He stuck his head around the corner again. "A what?" It was difficult to hear right over the rain and wind.
"A note! Look"
His twin thrust a piece of parchment in his hands, apparently charmed against water and sogging.
Whoever might be out in the rain and wind.
This passage is closed for the night due to reasons. If you are a lost soul, seeking shelter, I am very sorry. But if you are someone who two days ago attacked someone quite dear to me out of pitty revenge so let me tell you, this is mercy on my part. Attacking a Lord of the Wizengamot is a serious crime and I could drag someone who did this through court and into prison. But then again they might just be stupid kids who had no idea what they were doing. Yet I can't accept an attack on my house laying down, so here we are. You will find that all the passages are closed. You can try your luck with the main entrance, but I know for a fact that Filch will be guarding it very closely.
Good luck and never cross my family again.
Underneath the text was just the print of a dogs paw.
Fred crushed the parchment, cursing loudly.
"Damn, damn, damn. What now? Do we take our chances with Filch?"
They looked at each other knowing both they wouldn't do that. It wouldn't do. They stuck their heads together and tried to figure out what to do.
A couple of yards away, a black dog, from whose pelt the water seemed to perle off without him feeling it, sat there and watched the two, keeping watch that they wouldn't hurt themselves and would not freeze. A cold was okay, frostbite not.
The dog snuffed once and continued the rest of the night watching two mud smeared boys trying to break into their own school, only to be caught at seven in the morning by a gleeful Filch, who stood behind the window they finally broke open to get inside.
The dog turned, patting into the darkness. They would get their wands per owl.
Maybe in a week.
Done. I am sorry, I was on vacation for the last two weeks, therefore, the update just wasn't possible.
There were a lot of people who wanted Fred and George punished for what they did and this is what I came up with. Attack on a lord is probably a serious offence but for a hard prank, I don't want them in front of a judge. Also, it didn't feel like Sirius style. So yeah this is it. Sirius punished them but kept watch to make sure they don't freeze to death or something like that I mean it is February and raining. So really cold. I think it is a suitable punishment. And taking someone's wand is serious in this Universe.
For Harry and Daphne, I just wanted to give them a little bit together time, but not perfect. After all, Daphne is a cold person and Harry is not the most socially adept guy. So some of this will come up more as they get closer.
As for Snape, I never thought I would write about him more but I just felt like it would be good, picking up on what he is doing right now and where he went and so on. I am sorry if the Italien isn't right, I have no idea how that language works.
So this is it for this week, I hope you all enjoyed reading it and we see each other soon.