a/n recently I was checking my mail and responding to the wonderful reviews you guys leave and came across a rude one. I'm not saying that this person opinion is not valid but you can just abandon the story if you don't like what I write it is my imagination and I'm also trying my best. I love when people offer help and I would appreciate you telling me if I did something wrong rather than outright calling it rubbish
"Finally what?" Harry asked as he reached for the wand that was not with him. "And who are you, and where are we?"
"Finally, you two kissed and sealed your soul bond," the woman stated. "I have been trying to get that kiss out of you two for almost three years," The woman's hands went to her temples as if she were trying to massage a headache away. "three long, long years," Hermione asked. "Soul Bond? What's that?"
First things first, I'm Andrea, Goddess of Love," said the goddess loke woman. "Goddess of Love? You're fucking joking? And though you were a Goddess, the Goddess of Love is Aphrodite, or Venus, or even Hathor," replied Hermione." ''Hmmph. I'm definitely not joking now, although I tend to kid from time to time. Indeed, I'm the Goddess of Love. As for my name, you don't think I know it? It's not Aphrodite. It's Andrea, would you want me to spell it for you? If the poets within your world don't really like Andrea, I can't help it. Hard to rhyme something with Andrea, they said, we're just going to name her 'Venus.' Bloody stupid minstrels.
Girls calm down, uh, where exactly are we? ". "I figured I could count on you to stop the fights regardless, we are in the land of the dead. more generally known as heaven " Then we're dead?" Hermione questioned, "Oh no, you're not dead, but we gods can't go back to the real universe, and we gods can't go back to others that have passed away. We can only communicate between the two in this area," Miranda explained. "Of course, for the past couple of years, I have also been tempted to kill both of you. Do you know how many times I've had to regrow my hair because I've been ripped out by the roots cos of you? "
"Uh...no," Harry replied nervously. "How did we do that?". "By not giving each other a kiss on the lips and getting your souls bonded many years ago as it was supposed to have been. I mean really, every year, year after year. It really has been very...annoying." What do you mean?" Harry asked. "And what is this soul bond?".
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Power was something once possessed by the House of Potter and the House of Black; there was undoubtedly plenty of magic power, but both families had also established political and financial alliances. And it was that kind of influence that Sirius desperately required if Harry was to be shielded; from the Death Eaters, from Peter, from Voldemort's likelihood of rising again.
It was the kind of authority that was beginning to get Sirius received from the Ministry everything they required, namely his name cleared and Harry's guardianship so he could ensure that his godson had what he needed-love, peace, fun, security. And he obviously needed the same strength to assure that, if that was Dumbledore's strategy, Albus Dumbledore couldn't prevent Sirius from being with Harry.
Sirius looked up at the night sky and shook his head in denial of where his thoughts were leading him. Sirius felt a surge in his impulses and took a breath. In order to restore more control of his mind and his emotional state, he had restarted his Occlumency practice the night before; his feelings were too inclined to drift, his moods to swing. If he was going to look after Harry, he had to gain some control over everything.
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Remus stared at the dark blue raven and sniffed as he took the letter from its talons, he stared at the blank page breaking into a gin as he recited the words he had once forgotten "I solemnly swear I am up to no good "It turned into a portkey and Remus felt the familiar tug and landed in a heap right in front of one very happy Sirius black.
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As Remus glanced at the blackboard and then back at Regulus' letter on the desk in front of them, Sirius leaned back against his chair and thoughtfully twirled his wand. For five minutes he had been doing the same thing, and Sirius couldn't quite stop himself from feeling it wasn't a positive indication.
Remus paused, having a replenishing sip of tea down him. "Okay, I can understand why you've gone this route, Padfoot." He tapped the ceramic mug he was holding. "Despite my own debt to Albus, I've spent most of this last year alternating between wanting to thank Albus for the opportunity to finally get to know Harry and wanting to hex him for keeping me out of his life to date."
"That was the gist," Remus offered a pained expression. "You didn't know Remus and he told you it's all hunky-dory." "He reminded that he had promised Petunia minimal interaction until Harry went to Hogwarts. He suggested that it was not wise for me to dwell on the past and to focus on the present. He was certain I would be reunited with Harry in good time."
"I know," Remus agreed somewhat, "I had started to conclude that Albus had no intention of letting me near Harry. Well, on tough nights when I couldn't find work or got heckled for being a werewolf, that's me in particular and on good days it was everybody."
"I'm sorry, Remus," Sirius said gently, expressing an acknowledgement to Remus. "I was a mess. All at once, I'd lost too much of my pack. Harry was six years old by the time I came out of the depression." "It's NOT YOUR FAULT" he banged on the table against his fist. Remus appeared frightened. All ultimately comes down to Dumbledore and his manipulations all of the time. I can't anymore Remus he's been lying to us and I'm not gonna stand for it ''
Remus was smiling. "I'm with you, whatever you decide." First, we need to get harry his summer holiday begins tomorrow, doesn't it? we should just pay a friendly visit to one pivot drive number 4"
