Chapter 24
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November 2nd 1992
It has been two days since Mrs. Norris was found petrified and unsurprisingly the school have talked about nothing else since.
It is breakfast time Monday morning and all throughout the hall everyone is talking about what the writing means and what's going to happen. As people talk the mail flies in and Omega files straight to Hermione, who takes the letter.
"It's addressed to both of us." Hermione tells Harry, who is sitting next to her.
"Is that a good sign of bad one?" Harry asks, having no idea what to expect.
"No idea." Hermione admits, "But there is only one way to be sure." Hermione admits as she opens the letter and together she and Harry read it.
Dear Hermione and Harry,
Minerva has informed me of what happened on Halloween and you both need to be careful, keep your wands on you at all times, NO MATTER WHAT, and go to Minerva or Albus If you hear or see anything strange.
Now, there is no doubt in my mind that this is what Harry was warned about, so you both need to be careful. You need to say safe and keep your eyes open, be alert, look out for each other.
I know you both must be curious about what is going on, but you need to stay out of it, as hard as it might be. Whatever this is dangerous, and you both need to stay safe. If you find any clues or any hints about who is behind this, and what else is going on, go to Minerva or Albus. DO NOT TRY TO HANDLE IT YOURSELFS. Please, Harry, Hermione, stay safe and look after each other, protect each other.
I love you both and I hope you enjoy your last weeks before holidays and that those weeks aren't as eventful.
All my Love
Papa/Remus
PS. I will probably send letters before then, but if I don't, Harry, good luck with your game on Saturday.
As she is a faster reader Hermione finishes reading first and a few seconds later Harry does.
"He's worried about us." Harry says, looking at Hermione in surprise.
"Of course he is." Hermione responds, "And we've already done the one thing he asked us not to." Hermione realises, feeling a little bad about that.
"Yeah, we have." Harry confirms, feeling a little bad about that too.
"Cheer up you two." Ron says, cutting over them, "You can't exactly write what happened in a letter."
"Ron's right, you can't." Neville says, knowing that what happened is exactly the kind of thing he was warned not to ever put in a letter.
"Guess so." Hermione says as she and Harry exchange looks.
"We better get to class, the quicker we get to potions the sooner it will be over." Harry comments.
"You're right about that." Hermione says and together the four of them get up and head, quiet reluctantly, to potions.
November 4th 1992
Two days later the events that occurred on Halloween are still the only thing that people are talking about. Ever since receiving Remus's letter Hermione has been spending all her time in the library, but as far as Harry can tell it's not legal books that she is reading.
It is lunchtime and Harry, Ron, and Neville are sitting together at a table in the library, Harry having just finished explaining to the other two about Hufflepuff student by the name of Justin running away from him, when Hermione walks over and sits down looking annoyed.
"All the copies of Hogwarts, A History have been taken out." And there' a two week waiting list! I Wish I hadn't left Papa's copy at home, but I couldn't fit it in my trunk with all the Lockhart books." Hermione explains.
"Why do you want to read it?" Harry asks.
"The same reason everyone else does, to read about the legend of the Chamber of Secrets." Hermione explains.
"The thing you don't remember?" Neville asks.
"Yes! It has to be in there somewhere, but I can't ask Papa to send me it because he'll know that I'm doing the very thing he asked us not to do." Hermione explains.
"Which he won't like." Harry realises, feeling bad about that.
"He really won't." Hermione confirms, "And to make it worse I can't seem to find anything about the legend anywhere else."
"Hermione, let me read your composition." Ron says, sounding desperate.
"No. I won't." Hermione says angrily, "You've had ten days to finish it."
"I only need another two inches, come on." Ron says as the bell rings, "You let Neville read it."
"I only read it after I had already finished mine." Neville says in his defence as he, Harry, and Hermione stand up.
"You should have done it." Hermione says, and the foursome head to History of Magic, Ron having an annoyed look on his face.
A while later, after a History of Magic lesson where, thanks to Hermione, the entire class learned what the Legend of The Chamber of Secrets is, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville are fighting their way into the corridor so that they can drop of their bags before heading to dinner.
"I always knew Salazar Slytherin was a twisted old loony." Ron says to the others as they go, "But I never knew he started all this pure-blood stuff. I wouldn't be in his house if you paid me. Honestly, if the sorting hat had tried to put me in Slytherin I would have gotten on the train straight back home." Ron says and Neville nods in agreement, Harry and Hermione on the hand, don't. Harry doesn't as he has never told the other three that the sorting hat considered putting him in Slytherin and Hermione doesn't as she has never admitted that she feared, because every Black other than her Dad has been, that she would be put in Slytherin.
"Hiya Harry." Colin says as the foursome make their way down a corridor.
"Hello Colin." Harry says, it being an automatic reaction now,
"Harry, Harry, a boy in my class has been saying that you're….." Colin starts to say but a tide of people force him to go in the direction of the great hall, "See you, Harry."
"What's a boy in his class saying about you?" Neville asks.
"That I'm Slytherin's heir, I expect." Harry responds, causing Hermione to frown and the foursome keep walking, managing to get up the next staircase without difficulty.
"D'you really ting there is a Chamber of Secrets?" Ron asks the others, though he is looking at Hermione.
"I don't know." Hermione admits with a frown, "Albus couldn't cure Mrs. Norris, and that makes me think that whatever attacked her might not be, well, human." Hermione admits, only realising her slip up after she said it so she is very glad that they are the only ones around due to the fact that they have turned a corner and have started to walk down the very corridor where the attack has happened.
Realising that all four of them stop and look. The scene looks just as it did on Halloween, minus the stiff cat, and there is now an empty chair next to the wall that the message on.
"That's where Filch has been keeping guard." Ron mutters to the others, and they all look at each other.
"It can't hurt to poke around." Harry comments.
"It could actually." Neville says, wanting to point out the obvious.
"You can go to the common room if you want, I wouldn't blame you." Hermione tells him.
"I don't." Neville admits, even though he is afraid, "I want to know what is going on." He says and as he does Harry and Hermione break off from the group Harry drops to his hands and knees so that he can crawl along the ground while Hermione walks over to the window.
"Scorch marks." Harry says, "Here, and here."
"Come look at this." Hermione says, causing Harry to stand up, and when the other three get to her they see that Hermione is pointing at the topmost pane, where about twenty spiders are scuttling, apparently fighting to get through a small crack. A long, silvery thread was dangling like a rope, as though they had all climbed it in their hurry to get outside.
"I've never see spiders act like that, and I've seen a lot of spiders." Neville comments as he sees them all the time in his greenhouses at home, "Have you?" he asks looking at the others.
"No." Harry and Hermione respond.
"Have you, Ron?" Neville asks and as he turns he sees that Ron is standing well back and right away Neville recognizes the signs of the fact that he is fighting the impulses to run.
"Ron, what's wrong?" Neville asks.
"I don't like spiders." Ron says, sounding tense.
"I never knew that." Hermione says, sounding surprised, "You've used spiders in potions loads of times."
"I don't mind them dead." Ron says as he looks anywhere other than the window, "I just don't like the way they move." He reveals and even though she desperately doesn't want to Hermione lets out a small giggle at that.
"It's not funny." Ron says, sounding angry, "If you must know, when I was three, Fred turned… my teddy bear, into a great filthy spider because I broke his toy broomstick. You wouldn't like them either if you'd been holding your bear and suddenly it had too many legs and…." Ron says, breaking off as he shudders and Hermione tries not to laugh.
"Remember all that water on the floor? Where'd it come from?" Harry asks.
"Someone mopped it up." Neville notes.
"It was about here." Ron says, recovering enough to walk a few paces past Filch's chair and pointing, "Level with this door." Ron says as he reaches for the brass doorknob but in a flash he suddenly withdraws his hand, almost like it was burned.
"What's the matter?" Harry and Neville ask.
"Can't go in there. That's a girls' toilet." Ron explains.
"Oh Ron, there won't be anyone in there." Hermione informs him, walking over, "That's Moaning Myrtle's place. Come on, let's have a look." Hermione says, ignoring the Large OUT OF ORDER sign, she opens the door and walks inside Harry and Neville right behind her while Ron follows last, doing so a bit more hesitantly.
Together the four of them walk into what is the most depressing bathroom ever. Once they are all inside Hermione puts her fingers to her lips and sets off towards the end stall saying, "Hello, Myrtle, how are you?" when she reaches it.
Wanting to see what is going on Harry, Neville and Ron follow in about a second and they find Moaning Myrtle flooitng about the tank of the toilet, picking a spot on her chin.
"This is a girls' bathroom." Myrtle says, eyeing Harry, Neville and Ron suspiciously, "They're not girls." She says.
"No, I just wanted to show them how nice it is in here." Hermione says, waving vaguely and regretting the lie the second she tells it as it's not very good.
"Ask her if she saw anything." Harry mouths to Hermione.
"Why are you whispering?" Myrtle asks.
"Nothing." Harry quickly says, "We wanted to ask….." Harry starts to say but Myrtle cuts him off.
"I wish people would stop talking behind my back." Myrtle says, "I do have feeling, you know, even if I am dead."
"We know." Neville says, knowing what is like to be talked about behind his back, no one wants to upset you" He explains.
"Harry only….." Hermione starts to say but before she can Myrtle cuts her off.
"No one wants to upset me! That's a good one!" Myrtle hollows, "My life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death!"
"We wanted to ask you if you've seen anything funny lately." Hermione says quickly.
"Because a cat was attacked outside your door on Halloween." Harry adds.
"Did you see anyone near here that night?" Neville asks.
"I wasn't paying attention. Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself." She reveals, "Then, of course, I remembered that I'm, that I'm…"
"Already dead." Ron suggests, trying to be helpful, but at that Myrtle gives a tragic sob, rises up into the air, turns over and dives headfirst into the toilet, splashing water all over them as she vanishes from sight, although form the direction of her muffled sobs, she has come to rest somewhere in the U-bend.
"Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle." Hermione reveals as Harry, Ron and Neville stand with their mouths open, "Come on let's go." Hermione says and the foursome head to the door.
Just as Harry closes the door to the bathroom with them all on the other side they hear a loud voice that makes them all jump.
"RON." Percy yells, "That's a girls' bathroom!" he gasps, "What were you….?" He asks.
"Just having a look around." Ron explains, "Clues, you know." Percy says, swelling in a manner that reminds all four first years of Mrs. Weasley.
"Get, away, from, there." Percy says as he strides towards them and then once he is close enough he starts to hurry them away with his arms, "Don't you care what this looks like? Coming back down here while everyone's at dinner."
"Why shouldn't we be here?" Ron asks as he glares at his brother, "Listen, we never laid a finger on that cat!"
"That's what I told Ginny." Percy says sternly, "But she still seems to think you're going to be expelled, I've never seen her so upset, crying her eyes out, you might want to think of her, all the first years are thoroughly overexcited by this business…"
"You don't care about Ginny." Ron says angrily, "You're just worried I'm going to mess up your chances of being head boy."
"Give points from Gryffindor." Percy says as he fingers his prefect badge, "And I hope it teaches you a lesson! No more detective work, or I'll write Mum!" Percy says angrily before he storms away, Ron glaring at his brother as he goes.
Hours later Hermione, Harry, Ron and Neville are sitting at one of the tables in the Gryffindor common room, it being clear that Ron is still angry at Percy as they purposely chose a table as far away from him as possible.
"Who can it be, though?" Hermione asks as she closes the book she is reading, like she is continuing a conversation they have just been having, "Who'd want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts?" she asks.
"Let's think." Ron says, in mock puzzlement, "Who do we know who thinks Muggle-Borns are scums?"
"Are you talking about Malfoy?" Neville asks as Hermione looks unconvinced.
"You heard him, 'Blood traitors and Mudbloods will be next' come on you've only got to look at his foul rat face to know it's him." Ron argues.
"Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin?" Hermione asks, being sceptical as she isn't sure her cousin could pull that off without bosting.
"Look at his family." Harry says, as he closes his books, "The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; he's always boasting about it. They could easily be Slythern's decedents. His father's definetly evil enough." He comments, causing Hermione to frown.
"You do realise that every reason you just said fits me too, right?" Hermione asks and Harry looks awkwardly at the ground, "Every Black that's attended Hogwarts, except for me and my Dad, have been in Slytherin and if people knew who I really was they'd probably be saying the same thing you're saying about, Malfoy." Hermione says, causing Harry, Ron and Neville to look down, all of them feeling extremely awkward as none of them realised that.
"You're different, Mione." Neville says, trying to reassure his friend.
"No I'm not, not if we're assigning guilt based on the house that people's families have been in." Hermione comments, "Look, I'm not saying that it's not him. I'm just saying that I don't see Malfoy being behind this and not boasting about it."
"He probably is!" Ron suddenly says, "He's probably boasting about it right now! In the Slytherin common room."
"He probably would be." Neville says, completely agreeing with Ron on that, "but how do we prove it?" Neville asks.
"We'd need to get into the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realising it's us." Harry comments, "But that's impossible."
"No it's not." Hermione says before leaning in closer, "There might be a way, of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We'd be breaking about fifty school rules, doing exactly what Papa told us not to do, I'd expect…." Hermione says, trailing off as Ron cuts her off.
"If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you'd let us know, wont' you?" Ron asks sounding irritated.
"It's just like Harry said." Hermione says, sounding annoyed, "We'd just have to get into the Slytherin common room and ask my dear cousin some questions without him realising it's us." Hermione explains.
"Isn't that impossible?" Neville asks, looking at Harry who is looking just as confused, as Ron laughs.
"No. All we'd need would be some Polyjuice potion." Hermione explains.
"What's that?" Harry, Neville and Ron ask together.
"Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago." Hermione explains.
"Why do you still listen to him after the way he treats us?" Harry asks, not understanding why she would put in the effort.
"Because I want to do well in the class." Hermione explains.
"What does it do?" Neville asks.
"It transforms you into someone else." Hermione says, "We could change into four Slytherin's and I wouldn't be surprised if Malfoy tells us anything we wanted." She explains.
"This Polyjuice stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me." Ron comments, "What if we were stuck looking like three Slytherin's forever?"
"It wears off after a while." Hermione says, waving her hand impatiently as she realises that doing this means they could find out if her cousins is involved and if he is maybe stop him before he hurts anyone, "But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions, which is in the restricted section." Hermione explains, knowing that as the book came up in her research about Wolfsbane.
"Hard to see why we'd want the book, really." Ron comments, "If we weren't going to try and make one of the potions." He comments.
"I think that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory we might stand a chance." Hermione says, "Of course we couldn't go to anyone who knows about me or Harry as they'd contact Papa, which we don't want."
"No, we really wouldn't." Harry confirms, already feeling a bit bad about doing what Remus told him not to.
"Oh come on, there is no way that any teacher, even ones who don't know about you two would full from that." Ron says, "They'd have to be really thick." He says.
"Lockhart." Neville says, saying what they're all thinking, "He'd believe it, especially coming from you." He says, looking at Hermione as even though she doesn't believe everything Lockhart has written she still knows it all by heart and that puts her in his good books.
"That he would." Hermione says with a grin, thinking that they may just have a chance at figuring this out, and maybe even stopping it before it's too late, maybe this time she can stop a member of her family before they hurt people.
November 6th 1992
Two days later after as a defence lesson where Lockhart had Harry pretend to be a werewolf, something which caused Neville to have to grab Hermione's arm to stop her from doing something about that, comes to an end the foursome are finally going to get their chance to get what they need.
"Ready?" Harry asks, Hermione, Neville and Ron as he walks over to them.
"Wait till everyone's gone." Hermione says, sounding nervous and about a minute later the foursome are the only ones left in the classroom, "All right…" she says as she approaches the desk, the others right behind her.
"Er Professor Lockhart?" Hermione asks, stammering slightly, "I wanted to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading." Hermione says, holding out the piece of paper, doing her best to try and get her hand to stop shaking, "But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign it." Hermione says and as she starting to feel more confident she manages to continue on sounding more sure of herself than she did, "I'm sure it would help me understand what you said in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms." Hermione explains.
"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls." Lockhart says as he takes the note from Hermione, smiling widely at her as he does, "Possibly my very favourite book." Lockhart comments.
"You enjoyed it?"
"Oh yes." Hermione says, not even lying as she did enjoy it, though she has some doubts about whether he actually did those things, "So clever, the way you trapped the last one with the tea-strainer."
"Well, I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help." Lockhart says warmly as he pulls out a large enormous peacock quill, "Yes, nice, isn't it?" he asks as he misreads the disgusted looks on both Neville and Ron's faces, "I usually save it for book signing." He says as he scrawls an enormous loopy signature on the note and hands it back to Hermione.
"So, Harry." Lockhart says as Hermione folds the nots, puts it in her bag and leaves with Ron and Neville, leaving Harry alone with Lockhart.
Ten minutes later Hermione, Harry, Ron and Neville have managed to get the book they need from Madam Pince and are barricading themselves in Moaning Myrtle's out-of-order bathroom having chosen that place, despite Ron's objections, as it was the last place anyone in their right minds would go so they are guaranteed some privacy.
As Hermione opens the book carefully the four of them bend over the damp-spotted pages. From the second they look at the book it becomes clear why it belongs in the Restricted Section.
"Here it is." Hermione says, sounding excited as she finds the page headed Polyjuice Potion, "This is the second most complicated potion I've ever seen." Hermione says as all four of them scan the recipe, Hermione being pretty sure that the only thing she has seen that is more complicated is the wolfsbane potion.
"Second?" Ron asks surprised, "What's the first?"
"That doesn't matter." Hermione snaps, "Lacewing files, leaches, fluxweed, and knotgrass." She mutters as she runs her finger down the list of the ingredients, "Well, they're easy enough, they're in the student store-cupboard, we can help ourselves." Hermione comments then frowns, "Powdered horn of bicorn, I don't know where we're going to get that, shredded skin of boomslang, that'll be tricky too, and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into." Hermione says.
"Excuse me?" Ron asks shocked, "What d'you mean, a bit of whoever we're changing into? I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it." He comments, and acting like she didn't hear him Hermione just continues,
"We don't have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last." Hermione says, causing Ron to be speechless.
"Do you realise how much we're going to have to steal, Hermione?" Harry asks, sounding shocked, "Shredded skin of a boomslang, that's definitely not in the students' cupboard. What're we going to do, break into Snape's private stores?" He asks.
"Mione, that's really not a good idea." Neville says, sounding afraid, and at that Hermione closes the book with a snap,
"Well, if you three are going to chicken out, fine." Hermione says, pink patches appearing on her cheeks as her eyes are not just more grey but the grey is darker than even Neville has ever seen, making her look a lot more like Sirius, "I don't want to break rules, you know. I don't want to do the very thing Papa told us not to." Hermione admits, "But, I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion. But, if you don't want to find out if it's Malfoy, or if he knows anything, then I'll go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in."
"You're right." Neville says, "I'll help." He says, giving Hermione a half smile as even though the idea of doing what they are going to do terrifies him he knows it's the right thing to do.
"I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be persuading us to break rules." Ron says, sounding surprised.
"All right, we'll do it." Harry says, "But no toenails, okay?" Harry asks and Hermione nods.
"How long will it take to make, anyway?" Neville asks curious and looking happier Hermione opens the book.
"Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon, and the lacewings have got to be sewed for twenty-one days, I'd say it'd be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients." Hermione comments, looking at the other three.
"A month?" Harry, Hermione and Neville ask shock.
"Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle-borns in the school by then!" Ron says, sounding shocked, causing Hermione to narrow her eyes dangerous, "But it's the best plan we've got, so full steam ahead, I say."
"Good." Hermione says and she heads to the door to check that the cost is clear.
"It'll be a lot less hassle if you could knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow." Ron whispers to Harry before they get the all clear from Hermione and the four of them leave the bathroom.
November 7th 1992
To the disappointment of Ron Harry doesn't manage to knock Malfoy off his broom, in fact, to the horror of Hermione, Neville and Ron Harry spends basically all of the game trying to avoid a bludger that had been fixed to do nothing other than go after him.
Even though he managed to catch the snitch Harry also stayed in one position for too long which resulted in his arm being broken, which is bad enough on its own, but then Lockhart, in his attempted to make things better, tried to fix it and removed all the bones. So, Hermione, Neville and Ron have taken him up to the hospital wing.
"You should have come straight to me!" Poppy says angrily as she holds up the sad, limp, reminder of what half an hour before had been a working arm, "I can mead bones in a second, but growing them back."
"You will be able to, won't you?" Harry asks, sounding desperate.
"I'll be able to, certainly, but it will be painful." Poppy informs Harry as she throws him some pyjamas, "You'll have to stay the night." Madam Pomfrey informs Harry and while Hermione goes and waits outside the curtain that has been drawn while Ron and Neville help Harry into his pyjamas.
"How can you stick up for Lockhart now, Hermione, eh?" Ron called through the curtain, "If Harry wanted a deboning he would have asked."
"For your information I wasn't planning to." Hermione reveals, stepping around the certain as Harry climbs onto the bed, "Does it hurt or just feel strange?" she asks.
"It just feels strange." Harry admits.
"You're in for a rough night." Poppy says as he walks over to Harry holding a large bottle labelled, Skele-Gro, "Regrowing bones is a nasty business." She says as she hands Harry a steaming beakerful.
Taking the Skele-Gro her downs it and he finds that it burns his mouth and throat as it goes down, making him cough and splutter.
"Ridiculously dangerous sport, stupid inept teachers." Poppy mutters to himself as she walks away, leaving Hermione, Neville and Ron to help Harry gulp down some water.
"We won, though." Ron says with a grin.
"It was amazing catch you made, Harry." Neville adds, also grinning.
"Malfoy wasn't too happy though, he looked ready to kill." Ron adds.
"I want to know how he fixed that Bludger." Hermione says, darkly.
"We can add that to the list of questions we'll ask him when we've taken the Polyjuice Potion." Harry says as he sinks back onto his pillow, "I hope it tastes better than this stuff."
"If it's got bits of Slytherins in it? You've got to be joking." Ron comments, and as he does the door to the hospital wing bursts open and, filthy and soaking wet, the rest of the Gryffindor team arrive to see Harry.
"Unbelievable flying, Harry." Gorge informs him, "I've just seen Marcus Flint yelling at Malfoy. Something about having the Snitch on top of his head and not noticing. Malfoy didn't seem too happy." He explains as the team start to hand out all the cake, sweets, and bottles of pumpkin juice they brought, starting what will clearly become a great party.
"The boy needs rest!" Poppy says storming over, putting an end to the party before it can begin, "This boy needs rest, he's got thirty-three bones to regrow! Out. OUT!" She yells and everyone hurries out, Hermione giving Harry a quick hug before she goes, leaving Harry all alone with nothing to distract him from the pain in his limp arm.
For about fifteen minutes Harry attempts to ignore the pain, finding it more and more difficult as time goes on, but then the door to the hospital wing opens and Remus walks in, looking worried.
"Remus." Harry says surprised, "You didn't have to come." He says as Remus approaches as he knows that it is close to the full moon.
"Yes, I did." Remus tells him as he sits down next to Harry, "You were hurt, of course I had to come." Remus tells Harry, "Are you in much pain, yet?"
"A little." Harry answers, causing Remus to frown.
"Minerva said I can only stay for about half an hour." He reveals, not being too happy as he would like to stay with Harry for longer.
"That's okay." Harry says, amazed that Remus even came at all, "Have you ever taken Skele-Gro? It's horrible."
"No, I haven't. But, your Dad once told me that." Remus reveals.
"Dad had to take Skele-Gro?" Harry asks, completely forgetting about the pain.
"Yes." Remus confirms, "It happened when we were in sixth year and, well actually, it was Professor Snape's fault." He explains and Harry looks confused, "He and your Dad were duelling, something which they did a lot, and Professor Snape casted a spell at James that shared the bones in his fingers and because of the amount of damage Poppy felt that vanishing and re-growing the bones was the best idea." Remus explains.
"Wow." Harry says, sounding shocked, but glad to know something else about is father, "Can you tell me another story?" Harry asks as his eyes flicker open and closed, something that is a side effect of the potion.
"Of course I can." Remus says with a smile and he starts to tell Harry another story involving James and Lily, but within a couple of minutes Harry is fast asleep and so Remus just sits and watches him sleep until he has to go.
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