Chapter 20
Is Harry hugging him

Oliver's POV

"I WANT TO READ!"

I shout, shocking my teammates and making the girls glare at me, but I ignore it, wanting to read on how my Brilliant Seeker got Professor McGonagall's attention. Of course the fact that so many top Potions makers had to get into the antechamber before last chapter worries me, but Harry seems fine, if a little pale as if scared or worried.
I barely pay attention to this and eagerly look at the book the Potions Teacher's holding. The man's glare shows me what he thinks of my behavior, but I never cared about that, just like I never much cared about Potions. The only reason I had taken it for my O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s was to grow in my focus and my ability to think and act quick.

I stand up to walk over, but then a small flash of light blinds us before a small note falls from the sky in front of my Seeker and after reading it he says: "It says that the spell will activate Mr. Bagman's punishment now and that his place will be taken by someone who will play a not so nice roll in the Fifth book."
The note disappears in a bright light and so does Mr. Bagman, of whom I still can't believe that he tricked my Beaters like that, while he had – at one point in time – been such an amazing man. I shake my head and think: "Just goes to show what can happen to you if you don't take Quidditch seriously." And with that I walk over to the stand and start to read.

The Midnight Duel

This confuses my team and me and I think: "There was no duel reported during Harry's 1st year. And any duel he would participate in would be rumored about around the school long before the duel even started, seeing how people thought about him. So what is this all about?" But looking at the pale boy, do I know I won't get an answer and read on.

Harry had … Draco Malfoy.
The arrogance the boy showed was amazingly encouraged by one of his fellow snakes and apparently the fact that he irritated other Houses with it encouraged him even more. He just seemed to live to annoy and pester others and that he was in the same world as where Harry belonged in infuriated him so much. How could someone who grew up in this amazing world turn so selfish and annoying?

Draco lowers his head along with the student that is probably sure Harry means him and I know his cousin had his personality down pat from the start, making me shake my head and think: "And that turned even worse the next year. Still can't believe he got onto the team, while he obviously can't fly or play Seeker to save his life."
I then look at the elder Malfoy, wondering what on earth he was thinking putting his son on the team, while it was obvious he still needed intensive training and decide to just let the next book be the judge of that. In the mean time I will happily read all about how our Head of House discovered the most amazing Seeker in a century and happily read on.

Still, first-year … in helicopters.

"And that while Master Mazuki still said your aim in flying and holding your broom was slightly off?" Lucius asks his son, who looks down embarrassed and I think: "What? Did he improve enough over summer for his father to think he could make Slytherin win? Or was it just another case of Malfoy arrogance?" I shrug and read on.

He wasn't … his broomstick.
Harry wondered how that could be possible as magical things like that must have caused quite the commotion, but then he suddenly heard something. The twins were gloating to a couple of Ravenclaw First years how they, while casting invisibility spells with their brother's wands had flown circles around parachute-jumpers without the jumpers knowing it and realized what Ron was doing as the boy started telling his own story right after the twins left.
He wanted others to tell this story on, so that he could impress his elder brothers. Even Ron … Quidditch constantly, but Harry strongly doubted if any of the stories were even close to the truth.

Everyone who has ever gloated turns red and I think: "How can someone so young see through such delicate and interesting lies?" But then I realize it was all because of what we heard earlier. His uncle had after all lied about his parents' death, so the boy would be naturally distrusting of such stories. I shake my head and read on.

Ron had … players move.

"Professor McGonagall, might I ask why Hogwarts only organizes Quidditch as an outdoor sport activity? I mean, it does make sure that only a total of 28 students can enjoy a sport that is loved by thousands and Muggleborns did grow up with sports like soccer and baseball, so why aren't there tournaments for that as well?"
Harry asks, again showing an intelligence I have never seen before, even if Harry often offered brilliant strategies during practices and think: "That boy even makes me look as a weakling when it comes to sports and our world. Talk about a perfect Team Captain." And I smile widely, hoping Harry will be chosen as Captain next year.

Then Professor McGonagall says: "I'm afraid a large part of the Board of Governors and almost the entire Department of Muggle Regulation believed that the Muggle Studies subject was enough for us to have here at Hogwarts concerning." And with a scorning tone which shows what she thinks of the opinions she says: "The other world."
Harry hits himself on the head and says: "Hiding ourselves from the Muggles is one thing, but closing ourselves off and believing them to be a complete other race. I don't even want to think how Muggles will think of us if the majority that shouldn't know does discover our race." To which Amelia Bones asks: "What do you mean, Mr. Potter?"

And the boy lowers his head, as if ashamed of his own knowledge as he says: "We humans are easily, almost from the day we are born, equipped with a fear for that which we do not know or understand. Most of us fight this by studying it, but that in itself, when it comes to Muggles, can become a danger for our world.
Muggles after all do now know how to handle and cure internal diseases and even have special equipment that makes them capable of seeing our intestines and if Muggle Medicals discover us, you can bet your ass the Christians will try to cut us open, if only to take away that what makes us magical or in their eyes ills us."

This makes me raise an eyebrow in disbelief, but then Harry says: "Christians after all believe Magic to be something that only belongs with God and the Devil and if you have magic, you are, to them, nothing but a spawn of Satan, which is probably the reason behind the witch burns in the 6th century, when Christianity was all over Europe.
The people then believed all those magical to be the followers of Satan and anyone who could do something that could not be explained by the ways of the Lord – or God as they call him – was to be named a spawn of the devil and must therefore be crucified or cleansed. And trust me, Christians weren't gentle in their cleansing methods."

Now many of my fellow Purebloods look shocked, some even slightly scared and Harry goes on: "What I'm trying to say is that Christianity is still amazingly large. It's even the largest religion in the world and even here in England, you can't walk into a single city without finding at least one to three churches of Christ.
If the Muggles discover us, the Christians will believe a terrible faith has befallen the earth and they will crucify – otherwise known as kill – us all, if only to – in their eyes – cleanse the world of Satan and his evil spawn. They won't listen to the chance that there's a difference in magic and thus, we can't just close ourselves off from them.
It endangers us and if we don't, slowly but surely, show the entire world that magic is a good thing, when dealt with carefully, if we keep ourselves in the shadows of the Muggle world, we'll surely one day be discovered and killed. We can't keep lying to other people, it will only endanger us further as it will fuel their anger at us."

Everyone looks shocked, the Purebloods now truly looking scared and Harry gently says: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we should kill all the Christians, destroy that religion or shout out to the Muggles that magic is real, we have to get them used to our things and let us get used to their things. That's all."
Everyone nods, all of the students looking wide eyed and many whispering at each other while the teachers look at him in shock over his wide-ranged intelligence and then Theodore Nott asks: "But Potter, if you've been treated as terribly by those Muggle monsters as this book says, then why do you defend them?"

And Harry, who doesn't at all seem offended, answers: "Because I don't see Muggles as a different kind or a different race. They're still humans and they still bleed if we wound them. That they don't have magic, doesn't mean they don't feel and I know that those that feel can be different, but had things that are the same."
He then shrugs, while I smile in pride over how amazing the character of my Seeker is and he says: "I guess my bad treatment by those Muggles has always been evened out by the wonderful treatment I got from my friends and it made me realize just how much of a difference there can be between good people and bad.
The Dursleys are bad and I don't for a minute believe I am the last that was treated terribly because of their magic and I guess, if we can make the Muggle world understand our world, less Muggles will hate us for what we have and there might be a lessening of violence of families towards their magical offspring and family."

I smile at my Seeker, prouder than proud of his words and Mr. Malfoy says: "I might not be on the Board anymore, but I will try my best to convince them that we need more Muggle stuff here at Hogwarts." And Mr. Diggory says: "Leave that to me, Lucius. I'm still on the board after all." The other man nods and I read on.

Neville had … the ground.

I know I should be expecting laughter and humiliating from that comment, but my Seeker seems to have really hit the students with his words and it's plain obvious they're over thinking what he said as no one seems to even snicker at what I read. Instead of that are some students whispering to each other about the subject and I simply read on.

Hermione Granger … the Ages.

"But you all love that book." Hermione says shocked and I'm glad for the distraction as I didn't really have the feeling anyone was really listening as more and more students started whispering about the Christians. Then Ron says: "Hermione, we do love it, but most of the time when you quote things from a book – you sound like Binns."
The girl hit herself on the head and says: "So I made them sound like Goblin rebellions?" But Ron shakes his head and says: "It was the tone you were using. It was amazingly long and toneless. It didn't at all feel like you were explaining Quidditch or flying." The girl nods with her head down and softly says:
"I guess that was because I wasn't really looking forward to it." Her friend nods, I look at her shocked as I can't imagine someone not loving how free you feel when you're up on a broom and high in the air, but then remember what Harry said about not all Muggles being the same and deciding to just keep it to that, do I simply read on.

Neville was … broomstick later even while Harry could see that his eyes seem to droop every few minutes or so, but everyone … Slytherin table.

"Bloody Maxine! I told her not to spoil Draco while he was at Hogwarts." Narcissa rants, shocking me with her harsh tone and Draco asks: "Wait, those were from grandmother, I thought they all came from you." But while Harry looks at the family with an obvious longing to have the same, does the woman shake her head and says:
"I was planning to send you something only if you requested it through letter. And you know your grandmother, nothing is too good or too much for a Malfoy descendant. I still despise her for talking mother into that hideous wedding dress she bought me, while I wanted to go to that amazing Muggle store named Kleinfeld or something."
But then Lucius hugs his wife, openly showing affection as his face shows his love for the woman and he says: "I truly thought you looked beautiful in it, my dearest flower. And perhaps you can wear an adapted version that suits us both next anniversary?" The woman smiles at her husband, nods and kisses him on the cheek as I read on.

A barn … forgotten something …"

"What exactly did you forget that day, Neville?" Hannah Abbot asks and Neville says: "To close Trevor's cage. I only found him two weeks later in the Great Hall." And Seamus says: "So that's why you jumped the Hufflepuff table. I thought you were practicing on landing if you fell or something." Everyone laughs and I read on.

Neville was … their feet. Harry to get back at Malfoy for his humiliating laughter during Potions and Ron for reasons Harry didn't even want to know. They were half … Remembrall, Professor."
Harry could tell by the tone Neville used that it meant a lot to him. It increased his anger for the boy and he thought about ways of getting back at the annoying, selfish blonde. Scowling, Malfoy … a hawk.
Harry wondered if this was a charm's accident or if she had altered her looks like that to help her during flying lessons, as Eagles were known for their amazing sharp eyes.
Unfortunately the sharp eyes also came with a sharp look and Harry was still afraid of asking adults questions. He had learned not to do so when he was still in primary school because it made him understand things, that made him better in school than Dudley – something uncle Vernon thought was a sinful and terrible crime.

Everyone, especially the Ravens, looks shocked, even if a hint of this same fact had been told last chapter and Hermione asks: "You were punished – for studying?" And I can see many Ravenclaws looking utterly disgusted by the very idea, while I can clearly see what goes through the minds of just about all the teachers.

No wonder he hides that amazing intelligence. Taught at the age of four not to leaves a terrible trauma. And all the female teachers look at a shy Harry, who has his head down and is slightly trembling, with worry and concern for the boy and his health, while Sirius has his arms tightly around the boy in the wheelchair.

Madame Pomfrey then suddenly grabs a large scroll, onto which I can see is already an amazing load of information and I know this is the list that concerns the results about his full Physical. The size of the list shocks me and she quickly writes something down, hiding the list back in her apron before any of the other teachers can see it.
I fear for my Seeker and more importantly for his health and think: "Wait, if he has all that troubling and ailing him – does that mean – is that the reason behind his height?" And again I feel terribly guilty for how I, later on in the story, positively comment on his height. I shake my head, ashamed of my previous actions and read on.

"Well, what … that did.

I look proudly shocked at this – as dad had told me at young age that the school brooms barely ever respond to anyone instantly and Sirius asks: "Really, at the first time?" Harry nods and asks: "Is that rare?" Sirius nods and says: "James and I made it our hobby to watch the younger years during their flying lessons.
We wanted to see who we could use as a reserve or if anyone would have potential if they entered Second year. James was amazingly hyper on this when he became Quidditch captain in his Sixth and by then we had discovered that only once every three lessons could only one student get their brooms into their hand at the first time.
It's soft to say that James was very disappointed in this as it just didn't change over the years. He even went back to Hogwarts a few times after graduation, whether to go on a date with your mum, to show you Hogwarts while she was still pregnant, to get you used to where you would later be studying or to see if the Gryffindors had improved with this."
Remus nods at this, while Harry looks happily shocked and the man says: "Your dad was a great man, Harry, he really was, but once he got something to do, it was near impossible to get him off of it." Now Ron snickers and says: "A trait over-obviously passed down the line." And while Harry mock-glares at his best friend, do I read on.

Hermione Granger's … the ground.

This makes the woman look up shocked, while I still try to wrap my mind around someone not liking the idea of flying and the amazing feeling you get while in the air and then she says: "That makes quite a bit of sense." This makes the two adults, Remus and Sirius, smile at Harry in pride before the woman goes on and says:
"Now that I think back on it, there were quite a few students that just couldn't get their brooms off the ground, but were either amazingly intelligent or were great with plants. Perhaps it has something to do with the personality, likings and hobbies of people that can depend whether or not someone is or can become a great flyer."
The other teachers nod, while Harry smiles at Hermione and Neville, who I know are known for their intelligence (Hermione) and their amazing skills with plants (Neville). The two smile back, although the smile on Neville's face still shows some strain as if he doesn't really believe in himself and I wonder why as I read on.

Madam Hooch … their grips.
Harry himself was barely sparred a glance, but he did get a small, hesitant smile out of the woman and a look as if he reminded her of someone.

Now Sirius smiles and Ron says: "I have to admit, mate, you do have your own way to sit on your broom." And Madame Hooch says: "His mother always sat that way and she really wasn't all that great on a broom. I guess, I was glad there was one Potter I could train in how to fly – how all of them can be such naturals is still a mystery to me."

The boy smiles and asks: "So for once, I didn't remind someone of my dad?" And the woman shakes her head, while Sirius says: "I do admit your looks make us almost immediately see your dad in you and I guess, because he was so wonderful to so many here, people love comparing you to him." He then grimaces and says:
"Damned dumb move, of course, as it only motivates you more to make an acceptable character out of what you hear from others, while Hogwarts should actually be the one place you can discover for yourself who you are and what you like and hate the most." The teachers nod in agreement with the man and I read on.

Harry and … a heap.
Harry saw many look shocked, while others looked at the broom and because so many did so, Harry quickly evaluated Neville and easily noticed that the crack didn't come from his legs or his upper body. And by the stance of how he was lying – or more precisely how his arm was lying under him – Harry deducted that the boy had tried to let his arm break his fall and that had been done literally. Harry hoped Neville would be alright and not get an elbow like he had.
His broomstick … of sight, but Harry couldn't care for that as Neville was obviously hurt.
Madam Hooch … you get."
He hoped it wasn't the wrist of the boy's wand arm as that would really make casting hard for his fellow youngster.

Neville smiles at his friend and says: "Thanks for caring, Harry, but you know I got out fine." The boy nods back and says: "I know, I just didn't know magic could heal bones as quickly as Madam Pomfrey did back then. And I was still trying to convince myself to go to her myself to get something done about my elbow."
"What made you not to, Mr. Potter?" The matron asks and while Remus and Sirius look curious and worried at the same time, does the boy shrug and say: "I guess it's the fact I wanted to see if others would notice. I mean, my short height must have been noticed a thousand times and I wanted to see how the teachers would react to that.

When no one did I thought they didn't care and wouldn't care either if they heard what happened to my elbow. I guess I wanted a large group of adults who cared and could, together, stand up to my uncle for his behavior. I just didn't dare to face him alone, so I guess I first wanted to see if I had someone who would notice and care."
The teachers nod and I can tell they feel stupid for not noticing. Again Madam Pomfrey grabs her list and I wonder what she writes down on it this time. I myself feel even worse about my comment on his height than I did before and with a heavy heart and hoping Harry can be as forgiving to me as he was to Malfoy, do I read on.

She turned … to watch.
Harry didn't really know why he stepped in, but he guessed Malfoy had just crossed the line of his patience.
Of course Dudley had done so multiple times, but Malfoy wasn't Dudley and Harry felt himself slightly encouraged by the fact Malfoy was holding the Remembrall in his wand hand.
He also guessed it was because he felt for Neville and could easily see himself in the boy's situation, seeing how many times Dudley had pushed him in the same situation as Neville was now; hurt and unable to fight for his rights and possessions.
Harry wasn't planning to let Malfoy go on with his treatment of the kind, forgetful boy and if he had to face up to someone he didn't want anything to do with and who was further educated in magic than him to defend his – possible – friend, so be it.
And if things went wrong, they went wrong, but at least Crabbe and Goyle were standing far away from Malfoy, while Ron was right behind Harry and that gave him courage to speak up.

Ron smiles and says: "Always there for you, mate." While many others are shocked that one 11 year old can think like that. Then Harry, probably seeing the shocked looks, shrugs and says: "I can't help myself. I was eleven and I guess I was just a little too willing to prevent anything from ruining the wonderful world I felt at home in."
The students all nod, Remus and Sirius smile and the black-haired man says: "I hate how well you can analyze a situation, but I do love the fact that you are still childish enough to know how wonderful this place can be." And Remus nods in agreement with his mate, making Harry smile at both of them before I continue to read.

Malfoy smiled … his broom.
He hoped desperately that he was at good flying it as he was sweeping with it as even aunt Petunia couldn't get the kitchen as sparkling with cleanness as he could, but that wasn't on his mind at the moment, he was that angry with Malfoy.
"No!" shouted … was wonderful.

Now whoops and cheers sound throughout the hall and all Gryffindors smile, those that were there that day hopping in their seats with anticipation – except for the Slytherins, while Madam Hooch sighs and says: "And another Potter with a natural talent for the sky. Honestly, were their ancestors birds or elves or something?"
Everyone laughs, Harry turning red yet again at the woman praising his talent as a natural flyer and Sirius says: "Rumor did have it, back when Mr. Potter was a child, that the Potters had very dormant Veela blood in them, only coming out in those with personalities as fierce as the temper of a Full-grown Veela."

Then suddenly Remus and him look at each other, as if they just realized something and while they look down at their son, who looks from one to the other confused, does Remus say: "He does have a fierce personality, not to mention an amazing need to do what has to be done." And Sirius says: "And he's easily likeable, loveable even."
Now the boy looks red and Viktor says: "I can know. Just a few observations of him during this year had me totally gaga for him." The color of my Seeker's face now easily matches the Weasley hair and he says: "I'm sure the books will tell whether or not I have Veela blood. Let's just read on – please." I nod at one of my two favorite players and read on.

He pulled … looking worried.

"Of course I was. What do you think? I was always told you were raised in the middle of a Muggle neighborhood and thus thought you had never been on a broom before and then you suddenly fly up and control that broom better than I did after three years of intensive training under Master Mazuki's care." Malfoy says with a fake pout.
His cousin smiles at him, obviously seeing through the fake pout as easily as I can from over here and says: "Trust me, by the time I realized how amazing I could fly – which was during my first Quidditch training – I was just as surprised as you were that day." Now Sirius asks: "You waited a whole year before you flew again?"
And Harry asks: "Did you hear me say that? I just said I didn't realize how well I could fly until my Quidditch practice with the team. I never said anything about not flying before that." And I smirk, knowing the man probably thinks Harry got onto the team in his second. Unable to wait and see the man's reaction to the truth, I quickly read on.

Harry knew … were clapping.
He was glad Malfoy had swerved, because his anger was dissipating and he knew how it felt to get hurt. Even with his anger at this level, he just didn't want to stoop to Malfoy and Dudley's level and hurt those that annoyed him. "No Crabbe … struck Malfoy.
He hoped this would urge the boy to land and then he would – as crazy as it sounded – fly down himself and pluck the Remembrall out of the boy's hand. He knew staying in the air could land him in trouble, but he loved the wind in his hair and face and almost felt as if the ground held him back.
"Catch it … his fist.

Silence. Utter silence fills the hall, every mouth open in pure shock and some even looking as if they'll never close again and I think: "So that's what she meant with a catch from a fifty-foot dive." And I hit myself on the head as I thought that Madam Hooch had released some Snitches and that Harry had dived for one or something.
I shake my head and think: "Actually seeing such things in slow-motion. He really was born to fly." Then a soft voice is heard and Sirius says: "I really don't know whether to be proud that you caught that thing or worried for the fact you could have broken your neck. How high were you in the air anyway, young man?"
"You will know soon enough, Mr. Black." Professor McGonagall tells the man and with that I know she is onto Harry's plan not to tell the man that his son has been appointed Seeker in his first year. Of course, that won't stay a secret much longer as it should soon happen in the book that she will appear to take him to me and so I read on. And indeed;

"HARRY POTTER!" … your neck –."

"Now I know, I'm scared." Sirius says, while some of the other teachers now look shocked at their colleague's behavior, but McGonagall says: "Mr. Black, I can assure you that while Mr. Potter's stance and the steepness of his dive worried me sick, was it more than clear to me that your son was in full control of his actions."
But Sirius says: "Not comforting enough." And while the woman looks slightly offended by this, while Remus switches from sitting on Harry's left to sitting on Sirius' right, where Narcissa had been seated before and while the werewolf and Harry hug him, do I read on, wanting to relieve the man with the good news.

"It wasn't … knew it.
This instantly caused him to shudder terribly and he thought: "They'll send me to Finar for sure. No, I can't be expelled. I CAN'T BE!" The memory about Finar's meetings with his uncle were bad enough, but his uncle had, the night he punished him, told him if Harry did anything wrong at school he would be trained by Finar to learn how to behave.
And Finar was almost an extension of Uncle Vernon, especially with his punishments, but Harry also knew a small rumor that had run around Privet Drive. That Finar was wanted for child's rape. And while Harry had no idea what rape meant, not even at his age, did he know that rape was worse than his worst punishments.
By now Harry was ventilating and trying not to completely scream out, knowing it will only aggravate Professor McGonagall more, but the fear had spread through his entire body and he was frantically trying to think of proper excuses as they walked through the school, if only to stay at Hogwarts long enough to escape the wrath of his uncle – and the lessons of Finar.
He wanted … to him.
She didn't even seem to notice how he was sweating, how his eyes were wide as they felt ready to pop out of his skull and how he was softly moaning under his breath. Did she think he could not keep up with her pace? Was she so angry she would punish him herself? How would he arrive at Privet Drive anyway?

Now Professor McGonagall has her elbows on the table and her head in her hands, her shaking shoulders showing her grief and how bad she's feeling; how she must feel that she has failed the poor boy. I myself can barely believe what went through the boy's head before he heard the amazing news and I think:
"That uncle of his knows someone who rapes kids and he still allows him around my Seeker? Actually threatens to bring him there if he fails? How is that proper care and encouragement? That monster needs to pay." And while thinking of convincing my new team to visit those monsters on our brooms, do I furiously read on.

She wrenched … Hagrid's bag.
"At least I'll be around friends, around someone who understands me. And Hagrid still does some magic. Maybe I can learn from him." Harry thought, trying to cheer himself up enough to not look as if he was walking to the gallows or something. Still the thought of being Hagrid's assistant was a million times better than being Finar's 'student'.
Professor McGonagall … on him?
Uncle Vernon had more often than not had to replace one of the wooden panels of his cupboard door, because he used it to make Harry work harder, but he was finally starting to think that what his uncle did was really wrong as he never heard anyone talk about punishments like his. Did that mean such things were wrong, or was it just not custom in the wizarding world to encourage a child with wooden panels?

"It's wrong, Harry. It's not only not custom, it really is wrong. You were really getting the right idea about your home situation." Remus says, while – as he had gone to sit on Harry's left again – hugging his son close and many students look shocked that their fellow student had been encouraged through help of a wooden panel abuse.
I then read ahead, hoping my arrival calmed the boy down, but the next part of the text makes me whiten in pure disgust and I think: "How traumatized is my little Seeker? How – what – what in the world made him think this?" And with hidden disgust as I am really trying to get to the good parts now, do I read on.

But Wood … the blackboard.
Harry suddenly felt a whole new fear overwhelm him as he redirected a look at the tall, strong young man and while trying not to let it show, he fearfully grabbed the small string with balls on it, thinking: "Will she force me to wear this again? Will she allow Wood to play with it, like Finar told uncle to? Is that how she'll punish me?"

Everyone's silenced and I think: "So young, so scared." Then suddenly Hermione bursts out crying, having apparently reached the limit of her emotional strength and she grabs Harry, but can't get him out of Remus' iron-strong grip as the werewolf softly growls at her. Instead the twins both grab her and softly hug her as she says:
"I cannot believe he thought that. That he – that he feels so much fear and never shows it. And for his family no less. No one should fear their family and Harry – Oh Harry, you – you don't deserve to fear your own family. You should have grown up loved and cared for, not hated and abused. How – how are you like this if you grew up like that?"

But the boy shakes his head, looking hurt and I want to hit my head, because I know the boy feels bad for hurting his friend. Then Remus, who seems to have been calmed down by the feeling of his cub in his arms and Sirius rubbing his back, whispers: "Once these books are through, you're leaving Hogwarts for the time being."
Harry looks at him shocked and Sirius says: "We only want you to leave Hogwarts for now, so you can fully focus on healing, and I don't mean just physically. You have way too many traumas from your past that you have yet to have faced. We want to help you face them, so you can enjoy the thought of life and a family fully –
And not with the thought we will one day leave you or hate you or something. And don't say you don't, what happened during the Sorting chapter speaks for itself." The boy sighs, but I feel glad the two are so concerned for the boy. I then read the next sentence and smile as now, the good will overcome the bad.

"Out, Peeves!"… to delight.
Harry started moving the item back to his ass, ready for its use and the pain that came with it.
"Are you … his legs.
He quickly let go of the string and it fell back into his pocket, while he loosely dropped his arm back as if trying to just make a move.
"He caught … done it."

"True there." Charlie says happily and only then does the news seem to reach the brains of the concerned parents as Sirius shouts: "SAY WHAT?" And Remus, who seems too shocked to be worried or angered anymore asks: "Seeker? As first year?" Then Sirius turns to Harry and says: "You said you didn't."
But Harry, who now seems completely over his earlier fears, happily says: "I said I didn't realize how good I was until my first Quidditch training session with the team. I never said a thing about when I started training." And the large grin on his face makes it clear to everyone how proud he is of his little trick on his parents.
The man looks at his son shocked and then he says: "Never, in all my life – James, he – never like this – Seeker! First year! For God's sake!" But then, while an anger I just can't understand seems to become visible on his face and in his eyes, does he turn to McGonagall and shouts: "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"

The woman looks shocked and he says: "One life-threatening stunt and you make him Seeker? No flying lessons, no explanation, nothing! Did you really see a carbon copy of James as Quidditch Captain in him or something? Did you really forget why the Potters banned First years from entering Quidditch in the early 1700's?"
At this all the Quidditch fans seem shocked silent and he spats: "Mr. Potter explained it quite clearly to me, thank you. It was because, from 1712 to 1719 1st year Muggleborns and Half-bloods were the ones who tried out the most and every year, during that era, at least half the group trying out ended up in the Hospital wing. That's why!"
Everyone looks shocked at this piece of information and while I can barely believe that my dad never told me about this historical Quidditch fact and he says: "Oh yes, I remember all of those history lessons quite well, with how much I wanted to be Potter in blood and magic and everything else that was magically possible.

When their 11 year old grandson Jarius Elmes Potter, got into the Hospital wing for trying out for Keeper and being hit with three different practice Bludgers, causing several broken bones, a concussion and nearly a paralyze from the neck down, the Potter elders had enough and used the Board of Governors and the Ministry to convince Hogwarts to ban First years from ever playing Quidditch or even trying out for the game.
It had a totally legitimate and understandable reason, so why on earth DID YOU BREAK ONE OF THE RULES THAT HELPS MY SON SURVIVE?" McGonagall looks shocked and scared at the Black lord and Sirius grumbles: "Only two weeks into the school and already I'm wondering if James did the right thing signing my boy in for this school."

And with that he sits down, grumbling at the woman's incompetence for one more time before he hugs a totally shocked Harry. But then the boy turns away from him and he looks shocked at the hurt, stubborn look on the boy's face. He seems to understand why as he softly, gently, turns the boy's head back to him and whispers:
"Don't think I'm not proud you made the team, son. Trust me, James would be jumping up and down even now if he heard the news. I'm just worried about your safety and health and try to protect you where I can. If only to prove you can trust me and you can open up. We both know you want that after all, don't you pup?"
Now the angered look turns tearful and while Harry turned his head back once Sirius started talking, is he now looking at the man from the corner of his eye and Sirius only gently smiles back at the boy, allowing him to make the first move. And the first move, before I read on is Harry hugging his mum with his eyes closed in bliss.

Wood was … at him.

This makes me look down and Remus says: "It was not your fault, Oliver. You didn't know the Potters well enough to know that Harry's build was not how he would have looked had his parents raised him." I nod, glad the man understand me and I smile at him gratefully, feeling more than ever that the man really is the best teacher ever and read on.

"Light – speedy … suddenly smiled, which in a way calmed Harry down from his fear, that had risen up when he heard about the possibility of punishment.
"Your father … player himself."
Harry could barely believe what he heard and he stood where he was left long after McGonagall and Wood left the room – Wood to go back to his class and McGonagall to pick up the rest of his class.

"YOU LEFT HIM?" Sirius shouts and by now I wonder how much more the man is going to shout at the teachers, as it seems they tend to do a lot of things wrong when it concerns my favorite Seeker. He then seems to feel Harry tensing up in his arms as the boy must feel scared of all the shouting and so tempers his voice as he asks:
"You tell him he's to become Seeker, push a – no offense, Wood – highly enthusiastic and Quidditch crazy fifth year onto him, compliment him, which is something he's barely used to – and I know you couldn't have known that – and then leave him? Couldn't you have at least taken him with you when you went to pick up his House mates?"

The woman looks like she wants to object as her lips are now thin with anger, but then, as if reading her mind, he says: "Don't think I'm singling you out, just because you're my Head of House or something. I've just as much against Snape's way of treating my son and Hagrid's way of not keeping secrets around him.
But it's quite clear to me, through this book, that you are the one he looks up to, so that you just leave him there and don't even see how he feels about the entire situation. You were nothing like this during our years, Minerva, and this has nothing to do with the war or growing up, even I know that." He spats at her and she sighs as I read on.

"You're joking." … the afternoon.
Especially the prospect that he wouldn't have to take lessons from Finar made him happy and thus hungry. "Wood told … told us."

This makes me blush as Professor Flitwick actually caught me onto that later on that day and in all the excitement I had told him what had happened. The man had immediately rushed to my Head of House and I had tried not to skip anymore for the rest of that day, although the thought of an assured victory was making that very hard.

"Anyway, we've … See you."

"It wasn't." The twins chorus and Lee grumbles: "No, that one I found two weeks later. You could have told me of which ones you already knew, you know." To this the twins smirk and Fred says: "Sorry Lee, but that's." And George goes on: "A secret kept between." And Fred continues: "Harry, us and his friends."
Their friend pouts and, while he obviously tries not to whine, does he ask: "And why do they know and not me?" And Fred waves him off, as he says: "Keeping all secrets to one person is so boring." And George goes on: "It's better to share them with everyone you trust." And they chorus: "And we trust Harry."
Before sending a quick wink at their brother, to show they trust him too. Ron smiles at them and I feel glad as it's obvious the boy really looks up to his elder brothers. Hermione gets the same wink, but only from Fred and she winks back as sign that she got it, making the other twin smile at her as I continue to read the chapter.

Fred and … always unlocked."

Now Mrs. Malfoy is the one in the Black line to glare at her son and with a steely tone in her voice to show that she disapproves does she says: "So you're the whole reason behind that stupid title." But after shooting his best friend an amused glance, Harry says: "No, it's also partly because of Hermione, Neville and Fluffy."
And while I wonder about the reason behind the first two names and who the hell is named with that third name, does Neville whiten and he asks in a shout: "THAT'S FLUFFY?" Harry nods and Neville says: "Hagrid, with all due respect – but you're insane." The man looks shocked and I wonder what the Hell Fluffy could be as I read on.

When Malfoy … Harry's face as Ron's words reminded him of Erica's intervention all those years ago,

Now I stop dead, my voice stocking in my throat at reading this and think: "No! No way! Just – just no way!" But while I read that paragraph again and again, does the meaning stay the same and I feel tears threatening to burst, while many girls and even the teachers are already crying their eyes out at this shocking revelation.

Harry Potter – at young age – tried to kill himself. And he was stopped by some random, unknown person named Erica. A person he later lost and that he apparently still thinks about and that stops him from trying again. This idea makes the tears burst and I cry as I think of all the ways my Seeker could have tried to kill himself.
"In what way would he have attempted this? And at that age? In November 1986 he could not have been older than 6! Who tries to kill himself at that age? What happened that made him want to do that? And what happened to Erica? How on earth did she stop Harry at that age? How did she find him? When on earth did she die?"
All these questions ring through my head and my vision gets fuzzy as the tears streak down my face, barely touching the paper below my head. I look up and see a terrible sight. Weasleys all together with Hermione, while the Quidditch girls are together with Neville and Luna and Viktor is together with the young new family

All of them crying.

I look away from those terrible words that tore my heart apart and look at the groups sitting together, many of them crying or trying not to cry, trying to hold strong to support those crying and even Professor McGonagall and Snape are comforting each other while crying, showing me just how hard this befalls everyone.
Then a hiccupping Viktor asks: "P-pl-please – tell – tell us what happ-happened." But Harry shakes his head, his face also tear streaked as he must be missing Erica and he says: "I – I can't, too – too publicly." He then looks at the hurt faces and says: "It's true that the November incident in 1986 was one where I tried to kill myself, but –."
He takes a deep breath and says: "Ever since I came into the magical world have I been doing nothing but fight against that what pushed me over the edge and made me make that decision. I just don't want to think back on it. I – I don't want to be that weak anymore. That –." And softly he ends the sentence in a teary whisper: "That unloved."

Everyone nods, while some students had wanted to protest when Harry said that the situation was too publicly and Sirius says: "I feared as much when I saw the scars on your body. I feared with all my heart some of those were wounds of when –." And to my shock Neville softly asks: "When he tries to do it again?"
Everyone looks at him and with a hard tone I can barely believe comes from the once oh so shy and insecure boy, he says: "Yes, I knew. I've known since First. And if you read the chapter around Easter, you too will understand. I swore to Harry, on the day I found him, to never speak of that event and I won't."
Shocked by the actual strength Neville shows, I smile and Harry whispers: "He's been my Erica ever since. He's always stopped me and held me strong. I go to him if I feel like it again – and he stops me if I don't." Everyone smiles at the boy, glad there's someone to help Harry with this problem and I smile at the boy, before wiping my eyes and reading on.

He added …Ron suggested.

This makes some weak smiles appear and Harry asks: "Didn't hear that part of no contact, did you?" And Ron says: "No, I zoned out when I heard Wizard's duel and when I heard him taunting you, I just stepped in." Everyone shakes their heads and I continue the chapter, more glad than ever to have a change of subject.

"Excuse me … block them."
It hadn't given Harry much confidence in the situation, but he had taken refuge with the reminder of how quick he was; whether on the ground or in the air.
There was … miss it.
He wanted nothing more than to finally make Malfoy feel how it felt like to be bullied, if only to make sure he had one asset less that was making this amazing world less than his wildest expectations.
"Half past … so interfering.
He understood her need to follow authority, even if he had amazing trouble with it himself, but she didn't even know them, so who was she to judge them like that? And besides, she always showed up when something went wrong, did she really not have the guts to just say hi on an early morning or something?

Now some snicker and Hermione says: "No wonder you didn't like me at first." But Harry shrugs and says: "It wasn't really your fault. I got a feeling you trust authority as much as I trust my friends with the same reason I do. They've never let you down, while others have." The girl nods and Harry smiles and grabs her hand softly as I read on.

"Come on." … angry goose."

This seems to clear all of the hurt tension as almost half the hall laughs at this and Hermione mock-spats: "Harry!" But Harry, obviously in on the laughter ringing around him asks: "What? How could any eleven year old know that his fourteen year old self would let the entire school read about his thoughts?"
The girl is baffled by this and students, who probably barely ever saw her baffled, laugh harder, but then Harry confuses me and says: "Come on, Hermione, even as thirteen year old you're not that good." The girl, their friend and Harry himself share a secretive smile and I wonder what on earth they could be on about as I read on.

"Don't you … find out."

"Going to wish we listened to you?" Harry asks mockingly and Ron goes on: "Going to feel stupid for not listening?" And Hermione says: "Going to hope I was there to bail you out." The two look at her and then they all burst out laughing, making many look shocked as they probably didn't expect the Golden Trio to act so normally.
But Sirius and Remus smile widely at the laughing black-haired teen and I too feel a large smile on my face at the sight of a wildly laughing Harry as the humor he feels for that simple joke shows how much he can still enjoy the simple things of life, even with all he's been through. Hoping more of those fun times can come into his life, do I read on

Hermione had … Ron loudly.

"I was only saying that, because." Hermione starts, her face showing how stupid she feels for having said that, but Ron swings an arm around her and with a loving smile he says: "We know, Hermione, we know. And look at us now. Honestly where would you be without us?" But Harry answers solemnly: "I know where I'd be."
The girl looks at him worried and Harry says: "Honestly Hermione, if you hadn't helped me last year, I wouldn't be here now. Whether you did the work that actually saved me or not." The girl – and many others – whiten at this, but it seems that her whitening is because she realized that her friend is right – about something I have no knowledge about.
I sigh, wondering how many times during the books I will wonder what will happen during the last four years and instead decide to focus on the Midnight duel I'll read about. Wanting to know why no one ever heard of it, I quickly focus back on the book and gain the attention of all those who had whitened in fear as I read on.

"Shut up … the dark.
Harry barely needed to squint his eyes, he was that used to darkness, thanks to endless hours in his cupboard.

Tension of anger is back as ever, some of the elder lions growling and doing their House mascot proud and Sirius asks: "Harry, can you tell us what was the longest period of time you had to stay in there without being let out for chores or anything else?" And to my shock Harry says: "A hundred and sixty hours. A week."
Everyone looks shocked and Harry says: "Uncle didn't even punish me that week. He just took a small panel out of the bottom of the door, threw two buckets into my cupboard, took my blanket and locked the door. Aunt Petunia would then push food through the opening and else, I was left to tend to myself and my needs."
Everyone looks shocked and Hermione asks: "What on earth made them do that?" And Harry answers: "I purposely ruined a birthday cake for aunt Marge.""The woman you?" Ron asks and Harry asks: "Hey, I did say it was done on purpose, didn't I?" The two laugh and I smile, glad Harry could do what he did to survive that hell hole.

It wasn't … twice already."

"Why does he pass Gryffindor tower?" A First year of my House asks, obviously terrified by the very idea of it and Professor McGonagall says: "Since the Marauders Peeves tends to join forces with whatever Gryffindor Prankster roams the halls. I asked the Baron to keep Peeves away, at least during the day."
The First year nods, but Ron says: "Peeves doesn't even need to come there anymore. Harry's more than enough to keep the twins sustained, yet entertained." Harry blushes, while some of the teachers look shocked at this and the twins say: "We don't know how he does it, but he beats us every time. We bow to his greatness."
And they actually officially bow, standing up, putting an arm behind their backs and their other arm in front of them as they bow, making Harry blush and yet again hide his face in Sirius' chest – which I consider quite a feet, seeing the wheelchair he's in – while many others and I laugh at their ridiculous antics as I read on.

Ron looked … all forward.

"How'd you know that?" Hermione asks while Ron wants to say: "Hermione, we –." But Harry interrupts him and says: "Unlike you back then, I did pay attention to everyone in my House and year whenever I could. I just didn't hang out with all of them, but I did observe them, so I would know what to expect out of them."
The girl shakes her head and Mr. Malfoy, who still has a softly sniffing Mrs. Malfoy under his comforting arm, sniffing against his side, says: "He might have the bravery of a lion, but he surely has the survival skills of a true Snake." He then turns to a still red-faced Snape, who is clearly red-faced from the crying and says:
"He would have done well in your House, Severus." The man nods and accepts the handkerchief Professor Sprout offers him as he says: "That he would have, Lucius. Although I doubt I would have believed it at the time." Understanding his point as I know nothing would have changed had we not read these books, I read on.

They flitted … at once.
He didn't trust the slimy snake one bit and even used the reflection in the glasses to see into corners he couldn't see from where he was standing.
The minutes … getting nearer.
Harry was amazed at their trust in him, not to mention how well they were handling the situation, when Neville suddenly … his forehead.
He had never been more relieved for all those days Harry Hunting; it was a terrible game, but man, did it keep him in good shape. Neville was … her that, mostly because she just didn't seem to know when to tell someone something.
"Let's go." … you know."
Harry shook his head and says: "Peeves, Seamus Finnegan would go absolutely bonkers if something were to happen to his red and blue hairbrush that he uses especially on Monday mornings and Friday nights. Don't ask me why." The Poltergeist cackled again and while Harry felt bad, he knew it was the only way to get past Peeves – and more importantly away from Filch.
He would just make sure Seamus used his brush on other days so he wouldn't miss it that much on those days.

"Helping two parties at the same time. Now that's a prankster of the highest level, that is." Sirius says, proudly ruffling his son's hair and Seamus says: "No wonder you insisted for an entire week I use an older model on those days. I thought you had gone mental, observing me like that." The young black-haired boy shrugs, while red and I read on.

Peeves floated aside and Harry happily passed him, trying not to show the Poltergeist he was going to ruin his fun. The Poltergeist then flew back into place, just as Neville wanted to cautiously pass by and asked, "Who do you know that old Peeves can prank? Twins, Filch and Snape don't count and I need details on what to do." Harry wanted to talk for the shy boy, making up for his terrible night – but he was beaten to the punch. "Get out … it, listening.
Harry was barely focusing on the voices outside as a thought from Olivander's came back to him. "The wand chooses the wizard." What part of Harry's wand was the same as Hermione's that made her capable of using his wand for that spell? And where the hell was that spell written in his textbooks? His questions were cut off by a wheezy voice.
"Which way … sing-song voice.
For some reason this made Harry feel better and as he over thought the last sentence, he couldn't help but grin. Apparently Peeves was quite happy with the information Harry had given him.

"What are you on about?" Draco asks and while I'm angry that he rattled on the boys, can't I help but wonder the same myself. But Harry says: "It's as the book says. It's all in the last sentence Peeves said to Filch. Oh and Sirius, here's a glass of water. Your throat's going to need it." Sirius looks confused and takes the drink as Draco seems to think.
Then the blonde seems to get what his cousin figured out four years ago and says: "He's not going to say a thing. He won't tell on them." Everyone looks at him and he says: "It's a double denial case. Peeves won't say nothing if Filch doesn't say please. So when Filch will say please, Peeves will still not rat them out."
Everyone looks shocked and Remus says: "Not even at Hogwarts for two weeks and already Peeves is on his side, doing his bidding." To which Harry says: "What can I say? While I protect those I talk about, I do give good information to Peeves for him to pull pranks. I help whoever I can, if only to help myself."

Everyone laughs at the sneaky answer and Lee asks: "And Peeves never found out?" Harry shakes his head and Ron, who seems really proud of his buddy, says: "Nope, just last year, he ratted out Susan out about something and then he provided her with a perfect copy of what Peeves was going to use to pester her with.
She never minded, but to protect him against Peeves' torment she faked that she did." To which Harry leans back, obviously proud of his handy little system and with a large smile on his face and his eyes up at the roof, does he say: "I'm just glad the Ghosts also seem to be frozen in time. I really don't want Peeves to find out about this.
Or the Baron incident for that matter." And the twins ask: "YOU SET THE BARON ON HIM?" But Harry raises his eyebrow and asks: "Did you hear me say that? I just mentioned an incident concerning the Baron, not including him. I definitely never said I put him on Peeves now, did I?" And while I wonder over this mystery, do I read on.

"All right … so far.

To my confusion, does Harry wrap Sirius' arms around him and Hermione and Neville do the same together, while Ron does it with Percy. I feel purely confused, but Harry says: "Trust me, you'll need the comfort." To which I think: "Why me? This was supposed to be about him making the team, not his dangerous adventures." And with a sigh I read on.

They weren't … yellowish fangs.

It takes me only a second to realize what I read and indeed Percy clings onto Ron so tightly I'm surprised the boy doesn't choke, while Sirius' hold is now so protective, I can barely see my Seeker anymore in the mass of cloths and hair, only seeing the lower side of his body due to the wheelchair he's still sitting in.
All other students look shocked and Blaise Zabini asks: "How on earth did they survive that?" And while I know many others wonder the same, do I think: "This wasn't supposed to be what my chapter would be about. From now on I'm first asking for the chapter title, before I read anymore." And while I read on, do I ask myself the same question: HOW DID THEY SURVIVE THAT?

It was … take Filch.

"I'd skin you alive if you didn't." Sirius whimpers and then he looks up and says: "There better be a hell of an explanation for that monstrosity." The teachers nod, all of their faces grim and obviously not just because of the reason and while Sirius now looks at her doubtfully, does McGonagall say: "Albus wanted it there to protect –."
But there she stops and gags, as if choking on her own spit and she says: "I can't say. It's the title of the book and I can't reveal it. I got Tongue-tied when I tried." Sirius growls and says: "Whatever that title is, it better not be something dangerous." And I see the Malfoys, Diggories and Madame Bones nod in agreement as I read on.

They fell … door shut, but the dog rammed it with his head before clawing at the outside. He hit Harry at his elbow and Harry had never been so glad for the damaged piece of bone as he threw his none-aching arm against the door, making the dog yelp and pull his paw back. Another good hit against the door,the lock falling in as he turned, and they … seventh floor.
Harry quickly ripped two parts of the seam of his bathrobe and wrapped them around his elbows, one to stop the bleeding and the other with the excuse that his arm hurt from the cracking wood.
"Where on … speak again.

"I cannot believe you got out of that alive." Draco says, held by his parents and his eyes wide as he looks at his cousin, obviously barely able to believe he is seeing the boy alive. Harry shrugs and Sirius says: "Please tell me that shrug was because you've gotten over the danger and now see it as a stupid, teenage adventure."
Harry nods, while his friends shoot him weird looks, but while Sirius and Remus have their eyes closed in relief, does Harry motion for me and I realize that was the way he thought about it – at first. Now – I think with a shudder – he must have dealt with worse and so doesn't really care about this anymore. I sigh and read on.

"What do … one does."
Harry really wanted him to shut up, but didn't have the guts or the breath to tell him so. He was trying to stem the blood flow in his arm and was glad for the dark red and black bathrobe he was wearing. On the same time was he trying to think of valid reasons why such a beast would be in a school. Especially with students as curious at the twins.

This normally would have gotten the twins to smile proudly – and would have probably caused the adults to groan in disappointment – but their worried frowns stay on, showing me they care too much for their little brother to take the compliment and while Arthur now whitens, realizing that Harry's right, does Fred says:
"What I don't get." And while I can already hear the underlying anger, does George go on: "Is why such a monster." His voice as angry as Fred's who then goes on: "Is only held back." And they chorus furiously, their faces matching their hair colors and their fists clenched: "BY A SPELL FIRST YEARS CAN BREAK!"

Everyone looks shocked, the parents whitening even worse than before and Hagrid sighs, making everyone turn to him. He then says: "Professor Dumbledore did that for me. My magic is nothing and we didn't want to risk me having to constantly bring down the door, so he put up a spell I could undo and redo whenever I wanted."
The twins nod and then they ask: "And why were you keeping it there?" And professor McGonagall says: "For protection, Misters Weasley. I would like to tell you more, if only to appease you of your worries, but the book won't let me." The two nod, their furious faces showing how angry they are at what went on years ago and I read on.

Hermione had … its heads."
But while he said that, did he mentally quickly go over all the details he saw of that room and monster.
"No, not … guarding something."

I hold silence for a minute expecting a comment, but nothing is heard and I look up, wondering why the parents aren't voicing their concerns. The Malfoys, Mr. Weasley, Harry's parents and the Diggorys are all glaring at the teachers, who look resigned with their fate, knowing they can't do anything to comfort the worried parents.
The other Weasleys are all around Ron, Neville and Hermione worriedly and the twins hold onto the girl tightly, while Bill and Charlie have Neville, Ginny and Luna in between them and Percy is still holding onto Ron.
And of course does Mr. Weasley have a single hand on Ron's shoulder and do the other parents all have their children held in strong, worried hugs, Sirius still camouflaging Harry with his hair and cloths. Knowing none of this will change until the chapter ends, I quickly read on, glad I need only a few more sentences.

She stood … thirteen was.
But there was also one other strange thing that suddenly came to Harry's mind that just didn't make sense to the young lad as he slowly fell asleep. When they had been running away from Filch – one of the quickest ways to Gryffindor tower had been blocked and the only other way there – was past the Third floor corridor.

Everyone looks shocked and Harry says: "At hasty situations I only realize what's happening after it happened, but I do pay attention to where I can run and hide at all times." Everyone nods and Snape, apparently no longer feeling sorry for himself as his voice is as hard as steel, says: "I can't believe it. That old man knew."
Everyone looks at him and he growls: "He knew Potter would be out that night. He knew he would be at the Trophy room. He knew the whole damned thing. Filch must have squealed with him and he must have connected the dots, thanks to the anger growing between those two." And he fumes: "HE BLOODY WELL SET HIM UP!"
Everyone is angered by this and Tonks grabs a new scroll of parchment, obviously to write down Dumbledore's crimes. I myself feel disgusted I had been taught by this terrible man and think: "Who else had he manipulated? And why is he doing all this?" But I have no answers and thus, simply close the book, having marked the page.