Hey everyone,
So I added a bit more stuff to the start of this chapter – such as Leon mentioning how he changed the location of travel due to Lupin's Heat – as well as Harry recapping what happened between the end of last chapter and the other days that passed. Part of me did feel like writing another chapter like last, but – heh.
I decided not to. Also, I made another little decision. I am going to make some really MAJOR edits to the chapter regarding Marge. The reason behind this is the same as to why I deleted the chapter describing Lupin going in Heat and what he and Sirius do while in Heat. I am too close to editing the whole story to take such risks.
Hope you understand,

Venquine1990


Chapter 57
Recapping and Restarting

3rd of June 1994
Great Hall, Hogwarts
Harry's POV

The books seem to have taken to the students the same way the mentioning of the Tri-Wizarding Tournament coming up did and I notice more and more students and guests talking about either what they thought of the book describing my Second year or gossiping about what they think could be described in the third book.
Still, because of what I remembered when I ran off, did I make sure to ask Professor Snape to re-stock his supply of Dreamless Sleep Potions as well as the other draughts he prepared for the sake of the last book. And while the man had assured me that he had already started this process, had I offered to pay for any potential additional costs.
Yet the man had told me that the Hogwarts funds got him covered and had send me on my way so he could – as he said – get to work on what he knew he had to do and I had taken to other activities for the other two days. And Mrs. Malfoy, Mrs. Tonks and Viktor all made sure to keep me properly distracted all the time.

Mrs. Tonks put me through a serious regiment of exercises that, as she told me, would benefit and help the potion regimen I am on. Viktor would take me for long walks, wondrous flights on our Firebolts and cuddling with me in front of the Gryffindor fireplace before bed. And Mrs. Malfoy continued my Etiquette lessons once again.
This time she focused on things that were important to House Potter and things that were often topic of discussion in today's high society as well as the Wizengamot. I didn't really get why she was explaining me this, but I did agree with her assessment it would help me make sure that Sirius could properly represent my House.
I was less excited about the idea of House Potter being expected to hold three Balls to the Ancient Houses on a yearly basis, but when I told her of how I experienced the Yule Ball, she actually blamed it on the teachers not properly helping the students and just expecting too much without offering the required assistance, at which I agreed.
The woman had obviously been very upset that teachers just keep expecting without helping those who can't meet their expectations without aid, but she had obviously been determined to help me get through these lessons before the reading started again. However, the fact that she did this alone didn't go unnoticed by me.

"Aunt Narcissa, where is Draco? I haven't seen him since the reading ended." I asked and the woman smiles as she says: "He is sitting out his punishment for the behavior he showed in the last book. And whenever he's not there, he's proving himself worthy to young Mss. Xion." This shocks me and I ask: "Wait, Draco and – the new girl?"
And the woman nods as she says: "I noticed it the minute he walked over to greet that quiet little thing back in Colosseum. He is as crazy for her as your father for your mother." And this had again made me look out the window, out into the forest where I know my parents are still going through Remus' latest Heat together.
And while I really don't want to know what that entails, did I still ask Hagrid to keep an eye out while he was out caring for the beings in the forest. And Hagrid complied, but I did have to remind him from time to time that I only cared if they were still healthy, not what he believed he saw them doing. And each time I felt really embarrassed.

The lessons Aunt Narcissa taught me also did not go without a fair share of arguments and while most of what my family stood for was something I felt proud of and agreed with myself, were there also things that I actually went in argument against her. And in the end, she mostly agreed that they needed to be changed, at the least.
The fact that a woman who has been Pureblood for so long can accept that certain beliefs, customs and traditions need to be updated, just because someone with a Muggle upraising said so really amazes me, but it also makes me feel better about the chances that, one day, my parents and the Malfoys can really become one family.
And the way that Viktor treats me whenever I'm not on my regiment or busy with my lessons makes me even more excited for this kind of future and also makes me even more proud that I decided to cast the Time Reading Spell in the first place. Cause the prospect of what would happen if I didn't becomes worse and worse.

Madam Bones had definitely enjoyed telling us of what she questioned Dumbledore about as well as how she continuously used Arianna and the threat of recalling her and Aberforth – or really just Aberforth as she had no intentions of hurting Arianna more than needed – to get him to give her the answers she wanted.
Needless to say Dumbledore's sentence is getting worse each book, yet Hermione did feel curious as to whether or not the Wizengamot would count the books on the future as well. To this the officials had debated a while and in the end, they decided to only count his worst of crimes. Though his current record didn't make that any better.

My friends have also been kept quite busy. The twins have been showing Roxas, Axel, Sora and Riku around, even though Axel was once Fawkes and Ron has been – more or less – chaperoning Blaise and Hermione and making sure he keeps to his own rules of the Courting period. Yet one other pair also shocked me.
Auron, the guy that had been annoying Hades throughout the last reading, had actually come back with us, having told us that he had nothing left in Colosseum and he had later proven why he was so adamant in this belief as he actually asked Mr. Weasley for a courting period in regards to Charlie, Ron's second eldest brother.
And because Mr. Weasley wasn't as much into Pureblood tradition – and probably because Charlie was more capable of setting the right boundaries than I – did I discover that their rules in regards to the courting were much more lenient, yet Auron has been going above and beyond in proving his worth to his new future partner in life.

"Galleon for thought?" A pleasant voice asks me and I turn to see Ginny sitting a few seats away from me, the girl having been with her friends Luna and Collin as well as Bill for the last few days and actually undergoing a bit of mental healing thanks to Madam Pomfrey and I say: "Just recapping the last couple of days."
"Wouldn't it be better to think about whatever is going to be in the next book?" The girl asks and I shrug as I say: "They're my thoughts and memories and Third year is still quite fresh. I don't think I really need to. So, why are you sitting so far away, Ginny?" And the girl rolls her eyes as if thinking me stupid as she asks:
"Haven't you heard it yet? Hagrid spotted your parents leaving the forest just five minutes ago?" Yet thanks to Aunt Andy, do I ask: "How could I have heard that if it happened only five minutes ago?" Making the girl send me an angry glare, only for us both to start laughing, me glad that the last few days have obviously helped her lots.

I then look up and see that the girl is right. With Hagrid on one side and – interestingly enough – Leon on the other, do my parents walk into the Great Hall, Remus showing a few snarls to students he thinks are getting too close to them and Sirius happily cuddled up against him and rubbing his back as they walk over.
I stand up and rush over to them and when they see me, do they both stop to hug me tightly, the muscles Moony is obviously providing Remus making me feel as if I am back in Mrs. Weasley's arms, were it not for the fact that these arms provide more than just physical strength. They also convey care, love and warmth.
And the way that Remus growls from the back of his throat makes me feel as if the wolf within is glad to have his pack back together. "Which is a good thing, cause that's really not going to be the case in the upcoming book." I think, but then realize that, the more we read of our separation, the more Moony will want to be close.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" Leon suddenly asks and I realize that he has gone to stand at the Owl Stand while Hagrid has taken his seat at the Head Table and Remus, Sirius and I take our seats near Ginny as he says: "The reading will commence soon. Please remain here until the Great Hall Doors close and the spell reactivates.
And please know that there has been a slight change of plans." This confuses and worries me and Leon goes on before anyone can do more than mutter, thus gathering the attention back to himself as he says: "Instead of Radiant Garden, will we be moving to Beast's Castle. The location is wider, more complex and has more living space."
This instantly makes me look at Sirius and Remus and the two nod as Sirius says: "Remus is still experiencing Heat, but it's gotten to the point where he has periods of time where he can control it the way he did in the Colosseum. Though we will need to hurry. Your presence calms him down, my presence –." And a cringe is his finish.
This makes me cringe as well and then it happens. The doors close, the Enchanted ceiling turns the same colors as those that sparked from my wand the first time and I feel a small twinge in my body as if I just got Petrified. And to my relief does Remus sigh as he says: "Seems the spell has an effect on my other side – for now."

I nod at him and then look at the books that are once again in the corner of the room and while everyone stands up to let Professor McGonagall turn our tables and benches and chairs back into their more comfier forms, do I walk over, slide the third book from between the rest and check the title of the first chapter silently.
"Harry?" I hear someone ask and I see Viktor stand next to me, great concern shining in his eyes while his parents – who I only just now realize have been taking a backseat all this time for reasons I really don't understand – and he asks: "Are you alright?" And I nod as I say: "I just wanted to check what the first chapter was about."
"Because of how you ran when the last book ended?" He asks and I cringe as the many distractions he, Aunt Narcissa and Aunt Andy have been providing have helped me keep my mind off of that. I nod and he asks: "Does it come up?" But I shake my head and say: "Probably next chapter. I better start with the reading."
"Are you sure about that?" He asks and I nod as I say: "I want to do this. This chapter seem easy, fun even. I want to – to use this to –." And while I don't say it, does Viktor nod and say: "To gather enough courage to face the next chapter – when it happens." And while he doesn't know what it is, does he still sound grave.
I nod at him and he reaches out, softly letting his fingers rub over the wristband that is now around my wrist and has been there since we were in the Lake together a few days ago. He then says: "Draw courage from this too, okay?" Before he smiles and turns around. And I smile at his retreating back before I start to read.

Harry Potter and the

I laugh and say: "And another title covered by the magic of the Time reading spell." Everyone smiles at this, obviously happy that I can find my joy in this and I say: "Of course, it's not hard to figure out what this one is about, but it will probably be covered next chapter." And while some students are now curious, do I read on.

Owl Post … a wizard.

"Nice start, mate." Ron laughs and Amelia Bones says: "Mr. Potter, I can't stress it enough, you are worth more than you really know." And I mutter: "Or at least more than I believed back then." And the woman smiles, obviously happy that my self-confidence has risen since that summer. I smile back at her and read on.

It was … and read:

"Is anyone against it if I don't read this?" I ask the school out loud and Fred asks: "Other than the fact that you explain it much better than Binns?" And all those that had the teacher laugh, while I personally feel glad that Ghosts don't have to be present for the spell to work as Binns hasn't been around at all during the reading.
Then Sir Nicholas and Moaning Myrtle float in and Myrtle says: "I heard that you read about me. Did you mock me or something?" I shake my head and say: "No Myrtle, we just read of the second attack of the Heir of Slytherin and how you helped us solve the mystery." The girl ghost nods and I smile at Nick before reading on.

Harry put … the summer – he didn't even want to think of the beating Uncle Vernon would surely give him, even if the man was half asleep.
The Dursley … towards magic.

"And that's softly putting the case. Not even the Medieval Muggles were stupid enough to try and stamp out a wizard's magic. They just used means against which, after certain times, we learned to defend ourselves against." Burbage says and I state: "Why witch-burning was useless discussed." And everyone laughs before I read on.

Harry's dead … of him, not that Uncle Vernon hadn't tried worse, with his fists.
To their … the neighbors – as if he wanted to talk to people who believed those idiots.

Everyone laughs and Dennis asks: "What exactly did they do to explain your ten-month absence those two years?" And now my smile disappears as I feel the same anger I suppressed the first time I found out myself. Everyone looks at me shocked and I say: "It'll explain next chapter." Dennis nods, slightly worried and I read on.

This separation … the holidays.

Now my happiness returns and I say: "I really owe you two." Turning to the twins. Instantly everyone looks interested and Bill asks: "How on earth did those two help you get your spell books back?" And Percy jokes: "And do we even really want to know?" Making the twins look mock-offended and making me laugh before I read on.

While Uncle … by night.

"Although I hate the fact that you have to hide your talents even from your own relatives, do I feel very proud of your inventive way to avoid them and a detention, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall says with a quick, sneaky smirk aimed at Snape, which causes me to hide my own snicker behind a fake cough and I read on.

Harry now also had found a way to make sure he could still stay at his own level and keep up the appearance he had been maintaining at Hogwarts since his first class. He had sown a side compartment in the inside of his trunk's lid before school ended, courtesy of the House Elves, and had been writing two essays, one which he would hide there and the other that he would hand in with the teachers.

The teachers look shocked at this and I feel relieved over the fact that I too hid my trunk in the Antechamber as I had expected something like this to be in the book and had therefore decided to show them evidence whenever they asked for it. But now the teachers seem too shocked to respond and I quickly read on.

It was his way of performing well without causing trouble with anyone and Harry had … school holidays.

This makes Ron cringe and the Muggle Studies teacher says: "Mss. Granger, thank you for the models of Muggle Items I found on my list. Once we move to the other world, will I ask for a short break where you and other Muggleborns can explain us how to use these items." My best friend blushes and nods at her.
I then look at the Muggle Studies teacher and see her put several miniature models on the table in front of her, miniatures that I recognize as a Radio, a telephone, a bike, a remote control car and chopper, both with remote control and – to my shock, amusement and the confusion of many teachers around her – a colored toy cube box.
The colors on the cube are the size of needles and still I can see how they are all puzzled up and realize that Hermione will let the Purebloods get used to Muggle toys while wanting to give the Ravenclaws something to rack their brain over. I laugh at the innovation of my friend's idea and send her a smile before reading on.

Ron Weasley … the call.

"Why?" Ron moans and he goes on: "Why didn't you explain me how to use a telephone before giving me that number?" And I retort: "I explained your dad over summer, like I said. Why didn't you pay attention to that?" The students around him snicker as Ron turns red, but I send him a well-meant smile and he says:
"I was focusing on keeping away from her and whether or not I had to distract her so you could give dad some fun. I didn't want her to rant you out like she did us upon arrival and I saw how much you enjoyed it. I just wanted you to have some fun after the conditions we saw you in when Fred, George and I rescued you."
I feel touched by my best friend and then suddenly wonder how he could have known that I was having fun as I was trying myself not to show that to make sure I wouldn't get the Prewett woman on my neck and I think: "Could Ron be an empathic Seer? How much is my friend denying of himself because of his insecurity?"
I look at my best friend closely, having been encouraged to try and see his and other forms of magic since people discovered I could sense the magic in the wands stored in Ollivander's Wand shop, but feel myself blocked by something and wonder if it's his magic or my own inability. Deciding to let the matter drop for now, do I read on.

"Vernon Dursley … the time,once again being treated no better than a House Elf – of which he discovered the existence in the previous year – froze as … FROM – SCHOOL –"

"And there I signed my best friend's death contract." Ron moans and I smile as I say: "Actually, I think he was too shocked to really do much. He only shouted at me, really." The boy smiles at me and I smile back, still silently trying to see if I can sense any special or hidden abilities that my best friend might have.
Still coming up blank, I sigh and Mr. Weasley asks: "Is something wrong, Harry?" I shake my head and say: "I'll tell you later. It's just something I've been practicing on since the Diagon Alley chapter in the first book." The man nods, smiling as he was the one to encourage me and I smile back at the man before Oliver asks:
"So, what's a football field?" And I shrug as I say: "It's about the same size as a Quidditch pitch. It's also a place where the Muggle's most famous sport is played, just like Quidditch is the most famous sport in the Magical world." And while this seems to really excite my former Team Captain as well as others, do I continue reading.

Uncle Vernon's … the spot, already anticipating how he was going to be punished for this and trying to – inconspicuously – physically brace himself .
"THERE IS … poisonous spider.
This reminded Harry of the snake Draco Malfoy, his rival at Hogwarts, had conjured and he silently cursed the Stature of Secrecy as he really wished he could do the same as Uncle Vernon turned on him.
The row … with spit.

"Mr. Potter, that is most unhygienic." Madam Pomfrey tuts and I mutter: "Try telling that to my uncle. He doesn't even realize how unhealthy his own health really is, let alone his son's. And Dudley has been put on a diet, for Merlin's sake." I rant at the end and everyone looks shocked before Dean coughs and asks:
"That baby whale has been put on a diet and he still doesn't realize that he is heavily overweight?" I shake my head and mumble: "And they call me incurable." To which Fred says: "You are, Harry." I look shocked and George says: "You are an incurable disease called best friend and that is one we don't want to be healed of."
I laugh, ranting at myself for not realizing what the twins could be up to and feeling relieved that the Prewett woman isn't here as she would surely rant at them for this. Hoping that the two will now show their full genius without their mother breathing down their neck I can only hope that Mr. Weasley will soon find new love.
I then look at the man, who has Amelia Bones sitting not far from him and his family and wonder if there could have been something between the two of them as Madam Bones' sense of justice quite equals Mr. Weasley's if her behavior to old Dumbles is anything to go by. Hoping the two will be happy together, I happily read on.

Ron obviously … to Hogwarts.

"I did want to call, Harry, but I was scared of your uncle and just couldn't think of a good excuse to tell your uncle. He after all pretended, just the year before, that you didn't exist and the things he told Ron only further proved he would lie about your presence. I just didn't know of a way I could explain to him that I knew you."
My best friend tells me, her head down and I smile at her and say: "I fully understand, Hermione, and you're right. I didn't have any friends at school, which you must have guessed from Vernon's behavior and primary school would have been the only way you could have excused as to how you knew me."
The girl smiles at me as Blaise wraps an arm around her and I smile at the tanned Slytherin who has proven to be quite the interesting lad if the conversations I've heard him have with Hermione over dinner are anything to go by. Glad that my intelligent friend found someone of the same intellect, I happily read on.

So Harry … the time.

"He should have never wanted to lock her up in the first place!" Fleur shouts angrily and then – to my shock – does my owl fly into the room. Everyone looks shocked and Angelina says: "I – I thought time had stopped outside the hall." I nod and Hedwig hoots indignantly before landing regally on my left shoulder.
I laugh at her and say: "Nothing can stop you, can it girl? You're as stubborn as I am." This makes the owl hoot and then I see many of the teachers look at each other shocked while Hagrid rubs his beard in contemplation while looking at Hedwig and myself. Wondering what they could be contemplating, I shrug and read on.

Harry finished … tomorrow night...

"I don't encourage stalling work, Mr. Potter, but seeing your condition back then, I guess it's only reasonable, seeing the hours you have available." Flitwick says, but then the same thing happens as that has been happening silently since the subject choices were read about and the man is glared at by his other colleagues.
I feel shocked that they are still mad at him for it and say: "At least that only lasted another week." But then the thought of the last night of that week makes me almost want to puke and clench my teeth and stomach together in an attempt to keep myself under control, my sudden white look enough to distract the teachers and I read on.

He replaced … his bed.

"Loose floorboards. Where would we be without them?" Fred asks and then I decide to cheer myself up a little and ask: "Hey, how many of you have one?" And almost half of every house raise their arms, making me smile and then Dennis asks: "Wait, at home or at Hogwarts?" I shrug and the boy smiles as I read on.

Then he … whole hour.

"Well, it's not really like your fifteenth or seventeenth birthday where you feel your magic stabilizing." McGonagall says and I ask: "Why fifteenth?" Before slapping a hand on my mouth, the chapter making me feel as if I'm eight years old again. This makes many of the people around me look at me worriedly.
I take a deep breath and say: "I'm sorry, the chapter's just affecting me more than I thought." The woman nods and asks: "Would you like to let someone else read?" I shake my head, not wanting to miss out on this and say: "Just explain the whole fifteenth thing, please." My Head of House nods again and says:
"There are three points in a wizard's life where his magic stabilizes. Eleven, when he gets his wand. Fifteen, when his talents can truly grow – which is also why we do Career Advice Days and O.W.L.s in fifth year and seventeen, when a wizard's magic has fully matured and when the Trace is taken off the wizard's wand."
I feel confused as to the last, but then the magic of Hogwarts reaches me once again and, in my mind, I see one of the many books that Hogwarts gave me open and – somehow – mentally read about the Trace. Shocked at what it truly does to an underaged wizard's wand, I try not to look at mine and instead continue the story.

Yet another … his life. At first when he learned he was famous in the Magical World, he had thought this strange, but he had simply waved it off to the Dursleys stealing and destroying any mail meant for him as they had tried to do with the letter that, in the end, sent him to Hogwarts for his first year. The Dursleys … this one. Though after all the years of living with them, he had also learned to wish that they would simply forget it.

I shudder again and Ron asks: "They didn't, did they?" I shake my head and gather all my courage, just like I did when facing Riddle, as I say: "Let's just say that the day before my accident – was the day I stopped considering two of them as humans." The whole Great Hall turns white in shock and I suppress a shudder as I read on.

Harry walked … back soon.

The owl in question nips my ear softly, having not left my shoulder since she arrived, and I smile at her softly, not able to produce more than that as the distant memory of – I shudder again – that night keeps replaying itself in my mind and seems to get clearer every time and again. I shake my head, not wanting to remember, and read on.

She was … of lightning.

I then look on and gulp, whispering: "Viktor, would – would you mind?" But Viktor is already beside me and asks: "That woman?" I shake my head and whisper: "Halloween." The boy tenses behind me and then wraps his arm around me from the back, pulling me against his front and takes the book from my hands.

Viktor's POV

I had been prepared for the worst, but to have to see my beloved Harry, who I have grown to love more and more through the last three days where I saw him dreading the reading and where I tried valiantly to distract him, having to read about that terrible Halloween is something I can't accept, and so I read instead.

Of all … car crash.

"I still say the Aurors should have visited them along with Lockhart." McLaggen says loudly and I glare at him, knowing my love can't handle the memory of that terrible man together with whatever that woman will do to him. The Gryffindor cowers under my gaze and I sniff angrily at him before reading on.

They had … thirteenth birthday.

This makes Lupin howl softly in pained fear and Harry smiles at him as Sirius sits in his lap to calm him down and Harry looks at the book shortly, before taking it from me and kissing my cheek in thanks. I smile at him and whisper: "Just tell me when you need me." Harry nods and I go back to my seat next to the two men.

Harry's POV

I couldn't feel more blessed with all Viktor is doing for me if I tried and I again look at the brown and green-colored wristband, something I have been doing since Viktor created it and I smile at it as it represents the depth of his feelings for me – feelings that are too strong to be changed or affected. And with that thought do I read on.

He scanned … Harry's direction.

"Already? We're only on the first chapter!" McLaggen says, but I smirk and say: "If you had let me read on, you would have known that shadowy shapes aren't always a threat." The elder Gryffindor glares at me, but I pay it no notice – something I learned from my years of fame – and instead of that do I turn back to the book.

He stood … Weasley family.

"And it really represents how worthless some people think the Weasleys." McLaggen laughs and I hold back on my anger as I spat: "Well McLaggen, if that's how you think of Errol, why don't you turn into an owl and try flying from here to Egypt and back." The boy holds silent, glaring at me, but ignore it again and read on.

Harry dashed … birthday card.

"That." Hermione says and she goes on: "Is just so wrong on so many levels, I just don't have words for it." Everyone nods and Sirius looks at me directly as he says: "You do understand that this means we'll be spoiling you for your next fourteen birthdays, don't you?" And everyone laughs as I turn red and say:
"You – you really don't." But then Sirius says: "There is having to and there is wanting to. Those Muggle monsters had to, we want to. You really have to learn the difference, kiddo." I smile at the man, feeling warm at the fact that he so openly wants to express his care for me and feeling slightly awkward by it, do I read on.

Fingers trembling … newspaper cutting.

"Thanks for that, by the way." Sirius then tells Arthur, who looks at him curiously and Sirius says: "Let's just say I needed some incentive to escape Azkaban." And Percy asks: "And us getting into the Daily Prophet was that incentive?" But Sirius shakes his head and says: "Just listen closely." And I happily read on.

The cutting … sister, Ginny.

"And right there, halfway through the sentence, was my incentive." Sirius says mysteriously and I have to snicker, wondering how much the man will be able to hold back about the story when suddenly the twins ask: "Wait a minute, didn't Scabbers get eaten by Crookshanks that year?" But I shake my head and Ron says:
"No, Scabbers is just brilliant at faking his own death – just as brilliant as he is in faking a whole lot of other things." I know my best friend is furious at what was once his pet rat and know he will be feeling horrible every time the story will mention his defending of the rat and so read on, wanting to take his mind off his anger.

Harry couldn't … extremely poor.

"Not anymore!" Amelia Bones suddenly smirks and everyone looks at her shocked as she says: "After interrogating Dumbledore and arresting Lockhart, did I take the liberty of talking to the Prewetts and just for everything Molly did over the years were they willing to open at least two of their Vaults for the Weasley family."
The Weasleys look shocked and Arthur says: "I – we – we couldn't." But then I say: "If they hadn't done that, I would." Arthur looks at me shocked and I say: "The Prewetts are more closely related to you, Mr. Weasley, they are the family of your ex-wife. It's only right that you accept what they offer you, whether it's money or something else."
The man smiles at me and says: "Thank you, Harry, you're right. Amelia, thank you as well. I've always wanted to give my children everything they deserve, but Molly had a firm hold on our finances and I was too busy with my job to really notice what she was doing with it." The woman smiles at him and I read on.

He picked … have shouted.

"I really should have asked him more about the damn thing before I started using it." Ron grumbles and I ask: "Why didn't you?" And the man in question says: "I think Molly knew I would win the Lottery as she was ever so vigilant upon me that summer. Ron just didn't get the chance of a moment with me alone without her."
I nod, hating the Prewet woman all the more and Ron and I share a glance as he had told me about the little thing he thought could help us get the woman arrested. Feeling terrible for not realizing the seriousness behind this little something myself when it occurred, I read on faster, wanting revenge on the woman more than anything.

It's brilliant … and stuff. I know Ginny doesn't like it being treated by mum the way she is, but after last year –.

The girl shudders and Luna, Hermione and Blaise quickly hug her, while I feel hurt but proud as her mental healing involved her rereading the chapters that involved her kidnap with Aunt Andromeda present to comfort her and Madam Pomfrey ready to give her Calming Draughts. Hoping Ginny will be alright, I read on.

I couldn't … school grounds. It was something he was very grateful for as he still didn't want to think of what Lockhart could have done had he used a good wand when he tried to erase Harry and Ron's memories at the end of last year.

This makes me and Naminé shudder and I ask: "You saw what he was planning, didn't you?" The girl nods and Kairi and Sora quickly go sit with her, while Xion sits with Draco and Roxas sits – slightly grudgingly – on Axel's lap. All of them sit near or next to Remus and Sirius and I smile at them all before reading on.

We'll be … particularly smug.

"I really believed the Badge would help me loosen the influence and pressure the woman was exerting on me. Boy, was I wrong." Percy mumbles and Mr. Weasley says: "Percy, if I had to choose a successor to help me take care of Ron, Ginny and the twins, I would have definitely chosen you, if only because of all you already did."
The third eldest smiles at his father and I quickly look at Bill and Charlie, but the two seem perfectly alright with this, both of them smiling at their younger brother in pride and Bill says: "Dad's right, Percy. We only thought of ourselves and escaped her first chance we got. You hated her, yet stayed close to protect the family."
Now Percy is as red as his own hair and I smile at the well-earned praises the third eldest Weasley is getting and then Sirius says: "And this is exactly why we want to accept you into the pack. You can take care of each other so well, we wouldn't know who else to trust our son with." And I nod in agreement before reading on.

He had … Bye - Ron.

Everyone laughs at this and Bill asks: "Why didn't I realize something like that?" And then Fred says: "Don't worry, they were the first of our candy-like prank-products." And George ends: "Chocolate Cockroaches. They look more like real cockroaches and have the same movement spell on them as Chocolate frogs."
Everyone looks shocked at this and Fred asks: "What?" And George goes on: "It was just an experiment. To see if we could really make candy." And Neville asks: "So they're the predecessors of Canary Creams?" And the twins snicker as they chorus: "Exactly." My friend and brother smiles at them and I read on.

Harry put … at Customs? –

"Good thinking, Granger." Moody says and even I look shocked, having not seen him enter the Hall this morning and Moody seems to grumble at this, but then I look at my parents and – knowing that Remus will have more problems with his self-control the longer the chapter lasts, do I quickly turn back to the book and read on.

but then … wizarding world).

"Don't ask me why, but I'm getting the feeling that – in the books – you will grow to hate your prescription." Ron then says and Hermione asks: "How would you know what will happen in the books?" Ron shrugs and says: "It just still feels as if that is what will happen, even with Voldemort gone in this time."
Hermione looks shocked and I say: "It could be that, because the spell is linked to my memories and because Ron could be a Seer, he is actually seeing what will happen in the books." The girl looks shocked and I say: "Trust me, I have evidence that Seers are real – and that they act weird." The girl nods and I read on.

Did you … were fascinating.

"We really did learn loads." Fred says and George goes on: "But mostly because Ron was the one insisting on it." This shocks Hermione and the twins chorus: "Why did you insist on it, little brother?" And Ron making a head motion for Ginny is enough for us all to understand his need for information and I smile at him as I read on.

There's some … about it.

"Why weren't you?" Percy asks and Ron answers: "It just really seemed as if you thought everything that woman believed in more important than all we had done together. It just seemed as if all those badges were making us lose our brother." Percy has thin pressed lips at this, but I know it's not from anger and he says:
"Ron, you have to understand. Those Badges – to me they were an escape. Something that gave me the authority and right to decide for your futures, to do what that woman wanted to do. I knew her decisions were awful, so I felt as if those badges would help me undo all her terrible work. I – I just went about it the wrong way."
Ron smiles at him and so do I as I see exactly who Percy Weasley is here and now. Then Fred says: "Yeah." And George ends: "You did." But the two smile at their brother and I sigh in relief silently as I think: "They'll get there. She's been ruining their lives for 26 years, but they'll get there." And with a smile do I read on.

Harry laughed … difficult spells – something he couldn't wait to start reading – but it wasn't.

"Maybe such a book wouldn't have been such a bad idea, after all. I saw a lot of them, I just thought you were more like Ron and didn't like reading all that much." Hermione tells me and I laugh as I say: "Wow, I even fooled the smartest witch my age." Making the girl blush as some snicker, while others send me worried looks and I read on.

His heart … house teams.

"Some he apparently only mentally brags about, mind you." Hermione giggles and I shrug, having never really seen a point in bragging or whining about something as it just doesn't help you get anywhere. Whining won't make what you want happen and bragging will only make people hate your guts. I shake my head and read on.

One of … racing broom.

"Do you still have it?" Sora asks and I shake my head and say: "My – back then – unknown guardian gave me better when a storm caused me some emotional problems." Sora and Roxas shake their heads and Ron says: "Way to combine being vague with giving hints, mate." I smile, but then Viktor coughs and asks:
"Ron, no offence, but don't you think that term a little inappropriate right now?" Ron looks confused and I say: "He means because of these." And I let Ron see the gorgeous band around my wrist. Ron whitens and says: "Sorry Viktor, I'm just used to that term. I'll try and think of a new one." Viktor nods, sends me a smile and I read on.

Harry put … Hogwarts gamekeeper.

"And he did it again!" Remus shouts and everyone looks at him as he says: "I agreed with Dumbles that Harry's 11th birthday was a wrong date for a 1st gift as he would be overwhelmed with the Wizarding world and that his 12th would be a wrong idea to as he must still be getting used, but nothing stopped me that year."
Everyone looks at each other and Kingsley growls, making us turn to him as he says: "I know why." We all look at him and he says: "After I escorted Lockhart to a Minsterial Holding cell, did I pay a quick observational visit to the Dursley residence and there I found some wards that shocked me enough I had to take 2 days off."
Everyone looks shocked and Kingsley says: "Remus, the reason Harry didn't receive your package was because Dumbledore had a very strict letter ward around the Dursley's residence allowing only letters from those Harry knew through. Therefore he only got the letters from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid, because he knew them."

Everyone is shocked silent and Remus asks: "So you did receive my gifts after this year?" But I shake my head and say: "Dumbles controlled the wards. He must have placed you under such a category in the wards that they didn't accept for the mail to come through, making me see you only as a teacher, a stranger who knew my father."
Remus lowers his head and I walk over, having laid a napkin onto the pages in case the book closed and hug my dad – the thought of the name slightly less foreign – and whisper: "It's not your fault. Dumbles is powerful and stupid. He would have done this even if you hadn't agreed. He would have stopped you."

I then shudder and say: "He might have even killed you." Remus looks at me shocked and I say: "That man allowed for a teacher to have Voldemort's spirit grow out of the back of his head, for a the minister to arrest the Groundskeeper and for a self-centered pedophile to pretend to be teacher. And those were all strangers to him."
I shudder again and say: "I just don't want to think what he would have done to you. Hades, after all, already proved that he would even sacrifice his own sister." Now Arianna shudders and Aberforth growls as he holds her tightly. Remus nods and says: "Good points, son. Dangerous, but good." I smile and head back to read on.
Or at least I try, but then Remus stops me, growling in a clearly protective need to have me close and he growls: "But he will never get such a chance again. No one will ever again get the chance to get between us. Pack for life, Pack forever." And I nod, trying to hold back on my tears at hearing this before I move back to the book.

He tore … had jaws.

Instantly all adults freeze up and I say: "Don't worry, it was on my books list." But then Mr. Weasley says: "Harry, seeing your last books list, I think we have all reason to worry." I tilt my head a little and then hum and say: "Good point." In such a simple way it makes many of the students laugh and Mr. Weasley smiles at me as I read on.

Harry froze … was dangerous.

The Half Giant looks shocked and I say: "Hagrid, let me put it this way. Your skin protects you from dangerous creatures like my hair covers my scar. It's not always covered and therefore vulnerable, your skin is strong, but when you replace it with ours, it becomes as vulnerable as my scar when exposed. You catch my drift?"
The man nods and says: "Got it, Harry, remember scar when around skin." I look at him shocked and then mutter: "Whatever helps you teach, Hagrid." The man laughs and I smile, knowing he will be barely doing that this story. This makes me want to glare at my cousin, but I hold back, not believing he will understand and read on.

Hagrid had … a book.

Now almost everyone in my year and higher has to stifle a snicker as I hold silent, just to let the First and Second years – who have yet to have taken Care of Magical Creatures – digest this fact and then a small first year asks: "Is – is this like – like the diary?" But I shake my head with a warm smile and he sighs relieved as I read on.

Harry just … weird crab.

"You and your animal references, Harry. You are just too much." Ron laughs and I ask: "Well, what do you expect, with the zoo I grew up with." The redhead falls off his seat laughing at this, but I try not to show my actual fear as I remember, yet again, what two of those animals did to me. Suppressing the memories, I quickly read on.

"Uh oh … next door, Harry's stomach flipped for a scary second before he focused back on his task.
Hedwig and … than ever.

Hagrid is now scratching the back of his head and says: "I really thought people would understand that, because I teach Care of Magical Creatures, you have to treat your book as if it was a creature itself. It was to prepare them." I look at my good friend in shock and then a loud clunck is heard behind me.
I look around and see Draco with his head on his golden plate as he asks: "How did I ever think that guy wrong to teach a Care of Magical Creatures class?" I quickly send an apologetic glance at his father and say: "You were convinced of your family's opinion." The boys sighs, but keeps quiet and I see Malfoy nod at me before I read on.

Now there … and read:

"Why does this one say what the letter says. The last book skipped that." A Second year Hufflepuff asks and I answer: "Third years are allowed into Hogsmeade, remember? The story just writes about the contents of the letter because Hogsmeade plays an important role in this story." The Hufflepuff nods at me and I read on.

Dear Mr. … the form? He personally hoped with a recap of chores, or perhaps with the same deal he had been able to make with his aunt before his First year, but after last summer did he doubt he could get his aunt to trust him that much again – no matter how brilliant his gardening or how deplorable her cooking.
He looked … to Hogwarts. The fact that his friends were abroad made the next month look even longer as he had silently hoped to be picked up by them again. But he cared for his friends too much to wish them not the best, wherever they were. Then he … birthday cards. They were proof – more than anything he had been through the last two years – that his friends were real and that they cared.
Extremely unusual … his birthday.

I smile, knowing it was only that night that I was happy and I gulp, asking: "Can – can we leave now?" Sora nods and Axel opens the portal as I quickly get my trunk out of the Antechamber. We all quickly assemble in the same groups as when we left for the Colosseum and I leave for Remus, Sirius, Viktor, Fleur, Cedric and their parents.
We then all leave, Sirius and me walking close to Remus and Viktor and his parents walking behind the man, as a sign that his current and future family are with him. This seems very calming for the werewolf and then Sirius asks: "That feeling won't last long, will it?" I look at him as he looks at me over Remus' hunched shoulders and says:
"The happiness over it being your birthday. It won't last long, will it?" I shake my head and say: "It lived till the end of breakfast." The man sighs and I say: "I really should have –." But then I shudder once again and Sirius looks at me worriedly. Not wanting my mom to be left in suspense, I look away and mutter:
"Private Examination of the Full Physical." The man looks confused for a second, but then his eyes widen and he asks: "That – that's – now?" I nod and say: "She was there. Just – just wait, I – I just." But Sirius nods and while Lupin growls do we leave the other side of the portal and into a courtyard that is both amazing – and terrifying.


Hey everyone,
So I did a bit more editing than just on the start of the chapter. I also added a few bits to the reactions, took the part where Sora comments on how they should have let Harry fly during the break out, because he did that with Viktor and even added a few sentences to the CR content. All in all, I feel very accomplished.
Hope you enjoy,

Venquine1990