Hey everyone,
So, as happy as I was with last chapter – as much do I hate this one. When this story got taken down, I had only JUST reached the point of Molly giggling with Hermione and Ginny over the Love Potions in the book, so I had a lot of bad stuff to still go over. And even Lupin's first appearance didn't make things easier.
Why not, find out,

Venquine1990


Chapter 62
Evidence And Beasts

3rd of June, 1994
Ballroom, Beast's Castle
Molly's POV

"I cannot believe that my own family has turned on me or that Arthur thinks he can find a new wife in only a few days. It took me so long and so much effort to get him to be the man I dreamed about since I first came to Hogwarts and now that Bones bint thinks she can steal him from me and change him back? That is not happening!"
I think furiously as I rub some ointment on the small burn that crazy, moving candlestick gave me and glare at Amelia, but apparently does this not face the woman as she totally ignores me, instead talking with Arthur and Kingsley Shacklebolt – a man I sometimes thought of sleeping with after Arthur gave me Ginny for a daughter.

I then look at the girl in question and snarl at the sight of her and that disgusting Irish boy named Seamus Finnegan, who is sitting much too close to her for my liking, leaning over the side of his blanket to talk to her, while she sits at the end of the blanket she shares with Ron, Charlie and – praise Merlin – Percy.
Hoping that either my youngest – who I know has a protective streak the size of the Great Hall – or my third Eldest – who I know is as responsible as my youngest is protective – will break that relationship apart before that Irish fellow can steal away all the dreams I had for my only daughter, I look at them intently.
Charlie and Ron ignore me completely, talking with each other and apparently discussing things I cannot hear – thanks to that stupid spell Albus cast. Wondering how that spell can be effective even here, I try to gain their attention with my glare as they need to get to work on their elder brother duties, but they just keep talking.
Furious that my own sons think they can treat me this way – just because Arthur grew a backbone I am determined to break at earliest convenience – I turn my glare to Percy, but the boy is shockingly enough with his back to me, leaning his back against Charlie's and talking with Arthur – manners I know I never taught him.

Hating how I am incapable of keeping my baby girl from being with the wrong people – as only Harry has what Ginny needs and what I deserve – I glare at the candlestick, that moves itself a little bit away from me, but is with his head bowed and glaring back at me, one of his candles waving around in very, very dangerous circles.
Feeling horrendous over the fact that I am being threatened by a piece of furniture and that many of the students around me are seeing this, but not doing anything about it, do I softly mumble: "What terrible parenting, just terrible." Making the few students that apparently heard me glare at me with pure indignation.
Then one of them, who is actually one of those French bimbo's, says: "Look who is talking. Your sons only despise everything you say and do and you don't even notice it." I glare at her furiously, hating her accent (sorry, not doing it) and hating her country even more as I say: "My sons are just teenagers and confused."

The girl huffs and turns away to talk with one of the Bulgarian students as she mutters: "Keep telling yourself that, Pas de Nom." And she goes back to talking to the Bulgarian – something I don't understand at all seeing how different they are. "They don't match at all. How are they not arguing with each other?"
I think silently, as my eyes stray back to that candle and I hate myself for giving in when Cedrelle ordered me to hand over my wand as I could have easily doused that rotten flame-thrower a nice, strong water spell if I still had it on me. But then my eyes stray away to something that makes me think very different.

Pas de Nom is French for No-Name

Large, intimidating, furry, with wild eyes and actual canines growing out from under his upper lip is the monster I met when I came to this castle and while I know that the monster will attack me if I harm the candlestick, does my heart shiver in fright at the idea of what he must be doing to keep that poor young woman trapped with him.
Looking at the beautiful young woman with long, wavy brown hair and very deep, very wise brown eyes – that sorely enough remind me of Hermione – the woman is on the same blanket as where the monster left her to order me around and where he came back to after his servant forced me onto this blanket, far away from my family.
Feeling the shivers go down my spine just by looking at the monster's back, can I only imagine how terrified the poor girl must be feeling and I try to look at Harry, who is almost fully blocked from my sight by all the other students. But then, just like last time, does Snape walk past, faking to talk to one of his Snakes.

Hating the sour man as he has come to stand in front of my line of vision again, I suddenly feel some strange presence in my mind and hear the man actually whisper: "If you think you stand one chance to get close to the boy who's life you plan to ruin – then I should just turn that blanket you are on into a holding cell right now, No-Name."
Glaring at his back as he shouldn't have even thought of entering my mind without my permission, but then the silky voice makes shivers of fear run down my spine – just like the sight of my supposed host does – as he says: "I wonder what Ronald and Potter have as evidence against you. Hope the Aurors can arrest you like they did Bagman."
Glaring at the man and feeling assured that there is nothing my son would do against me – especially not after I have some very firm words with him about who he should be with and who he should listen to – do I think loudly: "I've never done anything that is against the law. Your threats are as empty and invalid as your claim of innocence."
But then the man breaks me – at least for now – as he finally turns to face me and says: "You know, I think you're right there. After all, it was Dumbles who spoke in my favor and we all know how empty his words really are." I look at the man, flabbergasted he used my own words against me and he sits back at his own blanket.

Snape's POV

Hating that woman and how she is already planning to undermine the education and individual lives of her sons, daughter and ex-husband, can I not be more relieved that the book chose this chapter and not the last to bring her back as the bond between Amelia and Arthur – can only be broken by Amelia and Arthur and only by both of them.
Knowing that the two almost share a soul bond together – if only as proof of how close they have grown and how well they fit with each other's charges – do I send a very quick, calculating look at Molly No-Name and wonder: "How could she have kept those two – who at least have to be mates – apart like –."
But then I realize it and I think: "Even she wouldn't be stupid enough to speak of that out loud." Only to get the urge to hit myself over the head as Molly No-Name obviously believes herself above the law and would therefore not find it wrong for herself to bind her husband to her through illegal means – such as Love Potions.

Hating the woman even more and wishing I could cleanse Arthur from this, do I – again – say: "Excuse me a minute." But this time does Aurora Sinistra ask me: "Severus, where do you keep going?" And I answer: "So far have I been blocking No-Name from seeing Potter. Now I need a request from our host."
The woman nods, having always accepted my short answers as she seemed to know that I would give a more detailed answer later if I felt I had to do something before giving the full answer and, while I still miss Lily dearly, can I not deny the small flame I have felt growing in my heart since she first showed me this acceptance.

It had been so long ago, during a late breakfast in the Great Hall in 1983, and Sinistra had asked me to the use of a certain Potion Ingredient that I had planned to use for my O.W.L class Potion that day. I had told her so and she had smiled and said: "Drink tea with me, would you, Severus? So we can discuss this further?"
I had been shocked as Lily had been the last person to have invited me for tea and that had been two weeks before our big fight and I had been in too much remembrance to realize I had nodded in confirmation. Yet I had been a man of my word and I had enjoyed the amazing ways Aurora seemed to understand the ingredients.
Since then have we been meeting many times and had the woman even taught me some amazing ways in how the stars, planets and, of course, the moon could affect my ingredients, both when I harvest them as well as when they grow and when I prepare them. Even certain cycles of the moon during the making were discussed.

I shake my head at this as I know that now is not the time to think about that and instead do I focus as I arrive at the Beast and whisper: "Do you have any dungeons in here that I can use? Or perhaps some cold, breezy rooms? I need to make a potion that can't stand any form of room temperature heat, if you don't mind."
The Beast nods and says: "Take the staircase on the left and then walk the hallway until you see a door on the left wall. It should take you to a storage room with a set of double doors at the end. I think you'll find the room behind those doors to your acceptance." I nod and bow to the man in gratefulness before I leave.
At the entrance does Minerva stop me and ask: "Severus, where are you going? The next chapter is about to start." And I whisper at her: "I think I know the accusations that Potter and the youngest Weasley might have against No-Name and for Arthur Weasley's sake is it best if I start brewing at earliest convenience."
The woman nods and allows me to leave, making sure no one else focuses on me as she clears her throat and starts talking. I close the double doors behind me and take the route the Beast has given me, registering the amazing splendor and the detail shown in the painting on the walls and the engravings on the suits of armor.

Then I finally see the door the Beast mentioned, but to my confusion is a large white wardrobe standing in front of the door with green paint on her own doors and golden knobs. Grabbing my wand and whispering: "Mobilicorpus." Do I lift the wardrobe, only to break the charm in shock as the wardrobe starts moving.
A face appears at the top and a female voice asks: "Do you mind?" To which I retort: "Your master has given me permission to use the rooms behind you." And the face turns flustered as she says: "Oh, why didn't you just say so?" And I answer: "Because I'm not fully used to certain pieces of furniture being actually enchanted."
The wardrobe nods and, on the smallest feet I have ever seen, moves away from the door, bowing back when I bow to her in gratefulness before taking the door and finding a large room filled with boxes, old broken stuff and even a few tapestries and suits of armor. Then I see the double doors mentioned and a shiver runs down my spine.
Seeing the stone engravings of two demons on the door, I quickly wave my wand in several ways to check the door for enchantments and feel relieved when the results show me that a very, very dark enchantment has already been broken a few years ago. Sighing in relief, I open the double doors and move forward.

A little further away into the corridor behind the double doors, do I find a large square room with a wooden ceiling, one haystack in the left and one haystack in the right back corner along with a few, cranky wooden chairs and a single wooden crater. Not liking how there is so little equipment, I feel relieved for my preparations.
Pulling a very miniature bag out of my inner pocket and what looks like a toy Potions Bench out of the other, do I aim my wand at both and regrow them back to their original size, the Potion Bench stacked against the left wall and the bag that I had – beforehand – filled with all kinds of ingredients stacked upon the crater.
Taking the required ingredients out of the bag, I suddenly notice how there are spots in the dust littering the crater and two chairs and by their shapes – a large circle on the crater, four small squares on the first chair and a smaller circle on the second – can I only assume that Lumiere and Mrs. Potts had taken residence here.
Wondering why the two would be down here, whether or not Chip would have been down here with his mother and who the person – or piece of furniture – could be who the four squares on the first chair belong to, do I shake my head and focus on setting everything ready for the brewing before emptying my mind as I start to work.

Minerva's POV

I wonder what No-Name could have done to Arthur that would make Severus think his potions are a requirement, but then my eyes widen as my mind catches up with my wondering heart and I turn to the vile woman, who sits quite alone on her blanket and glares at the fact that everyone is ignoring her as I think: "Molly, you didn't."
But then my mind goes over everything Harry showed us since the first book and I sigh, fearing for the worst when it comes to the Weasley children and I think: "Please, let a Love Potion be the only thing you used on him, Molly. Those children don't deserve to be born of Lust Potions. They are too good for that."
But then I shake my head and decide to leave these problems with the one who is already trying to solve them and whisper: "Best of luck, Severus." Before turning back to the Ball Room and catching everyone's attention as I clear my throat, something I often have to do if my elder years enter my class at the start of a new class.

Keeping my satisfied smile inside my own heart, do I walk away from the closed doors to the Entrance Hall and back to the center of the hall before I say: "Now, who's in agreement that we end this reading for today with one more chapter and then take the rest of the day to – say – explore everything our host and his castle have to offer us?"
Everyone nods and Amelia says: "I'll take after my bonded now, Minerva." And I nod with a small smile as No-Name asks: "Your bonded? When did you bond, Amelia?" And the Head of the DMLE glares at No-Name as she says: "Just today, No-Name and it's Madame Weasley-Bones for you, understand?"
The red-haired devilin sputters and asks: "Weasley-Bones? When did that happen? How is that even possible?" And Arthur, obviously inspired by his new bonded, stands up as he says: "As my bonded said, it happened just today. And it's possible because we divorced last time we met, or have you forgotten about that, No-Name?"

"I AM NOT A NO-NAME!" The woman screams and then Sirius spats: "Yes, you are. Cedrella took you everything that ever belonged with you and I know that Arthur arranged for Ginny to be the new Lady Prewett when he went to take care of the divorce at Gringotts with Bill, so yes, Molly, you are indeed a No-Name."
The woman looks shocked and white, obviously having not expected this and she goes on: "But – but Arthur – you – you can't." To which Bill growls and spats: "He can and he did. I, as First Heir to the House of Weasley, stood witness to it all and it even got the attention from the Gringotts leader himself, so don't get any ideas.
The Leader agrees with our side and has told me that you are to be banned from their bank for the next several years and that they will be taking all of your Vaults, from your Dowry vault to your Heiress Vault, under heavy scrutiny." He then turns to Amelia and says: "He also requested that No-Name be punished would they find any evidence."
The woman sags down and for some reason, just by looking at her white, fearful face, do I know for a dead certainty that the Goblins will indeed find evidence against No-Name. Trying to hold back a feline growl, do I focus on Arthur giving Amelia the book and do I, again take my seat with Nella, Amos and Cedric Diggory.

Amelia's POV

Just by looking at the woman after William – my new eldest son – has told her that the Goblins will put her vaults under scrutiny and that they will punish her for any evidence they find, do I know that the chances of this happening are too high to bet otherwise and I growl at this as Arthur has always had my greatest respect.
The man had held onto his values, his beliefs and his own rules no matter what powerful families like the Noble and Ancient House of Malfoy or Goyle or Avery said about him and had even found an amazing – for our society helpful – way of combining his ever-growing love for everything Muggle with his need to make money.
Of course, with people like Dolores and – until recently – Cornelius at the top had Arthur never been able to get the same respect from the other Department Heads as he got from me and most of my men, but he had never let this get himself down and that had made for many people inside the Ministry to still want to be his friend.
This makes me smile as Arthur – like Harry – has this strange something about him that naturally makes people like him unless their beliefs and values are too different from my beloved – like Harry and Draco – yet neither the man or the boy had ever let this get him down and with that happy thought, do I start reading.

The Dementor … all blotchy..."

This makes the girl in question blush, before suddenly looking confused and she asks: "How on earth did that picture know I had an allergic reaction the night before?" And everyone looks at each other shocked, while Kingsley softly huffs and when I look at him, do I see him looking at the end of the room in raising fury.
Looking there myself, I see No-Name schooling her own face in one of fake happiness and she almost sultrily sweet says: "It just knew you were meant for my Percy, dear, nothing strange about that." But the girl glares at No-Name and says: "I do believe only family and beloveds can call Percy theirs, No-Name, no one else."
The elder woman huffs and says: "Or maybe you're not as perfect as I first thought." But Penelope just shrugs her shoulders and turns her head away from No-Name, Percy smiling as he pulls the girl close and lets her lie her head on his shoulder. I smile at the two, along with Arthur, Bill and Charlie, and quickly read on.

"I've got … Percy again. Harry didn't really understand this, but then George said, "Now he'll keep to himself for sure." And instantly Harry understood, the twins wanted Percy angry, so he would stay to himself and would not go back to Mrs. Weasley, like they must have thought he had done last night during dinner.

This makes Percy smile at the twins, while hurt had flashed through his eyes at the first sentence I had read and I think: "Thank goodness for Harry's ability to understand the full picture from just a few small hints. It will definitely help this family get over everything that woman tried to do to them over all those years."
And I glare at the woman yet again, just not understanding why she can't accept who her children really are nor why she is so determined to change them so badly she will only break them apart, both in character and perhaps even in their magical abilities, just to let them fit the strange, unearthly pictures of kids she has in her head.
The woman catches my glance and I mouth: "You should have been proud of what you had, you nasty witch." Shocking the woman before she glares back at me and huffs, holding her head up high to the right, something that makes me shake my head as she has obviously gone delusional in her pride of what she caused her kids.
This alone makes me only more determined to help my new family grow to be the amazing people they can be and I look at each of my new children one by one, deciding to use this afternoon for some activities that can, hopefully, teach me more about who they are, so I can help them grow in exactly those aspects.

Then the third eldest, Percy, seems to understand why I am looking at them and smiles at me, tears shining slightly behind his horn-rimmed glasses and I suddenly notice how one of the two adjustable nose pads is made of a small, well-defined piece of rubble, while the other pad is made of some kind of transparent gem.
Tilting my head at seeing this, I see Percy's lips move and while others have noticed that I've stopped reading and are silently whispering with each other, does the boy mouth to me: "Fell when I was ten, they fell off." He then points to the one made of rubble and mouths: "Charlie made this for me." And I smile as he mouths:
"She bought this for me." And he grimaces as he aims for the other piece and I shake my head as I whisper: "I'll help Charlie make another." And Percy smiles at me widely, before I suddenly notice that Charlie has been looking at us this whole time. The redhead catches my glance and nods and I nod back before reading on.

They headed … young girl.

Here I stop in shock and I read the sentence over and over, my eyes constantly going back to those few words. Mrs. Weasley … a Love Potion … a young girl. I then look at young Ron and Harry and the latter boy sighs before he nods to me, while the shocked silence around us is growing stronger and stronger with every minute.
"Oh please, as if I'd be stupid enough to speak of that in such a public area." No-Name says honingly and Ron says: "You would – to girls too young to do anything with that information." And the woman whitens, while Harry and Hermione smile at him in pride, obviously over how he instantly saw through her evasive technique.
I too smile at my new youngest son and the woman growls as she asks: "So you actually turn against your own mother, Ronald?" And Ronald breaks my heart as he coldly retorts: "I would rather change name, if I could, woman, if only to forever burry the memories of the hell you call my life and the fact that you were my mother back then."
"What do you mean, back then?" Molly asks shocked and I smile as I say: "Arthur bonded not just himself to me, he also bonded his sons to my family. And as his bonded are all his sons and daughters now mine and is my niece now his new, second youngest daughter." The woman looks shocked and then screams:

"YOU INSUFFERABLE HAG! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT! HOW DARE YOU TRICK MY ARTHUR AWAY FROM ME! MY OWN CHILDREN!" But then suddenly a whirl of red is seen in front of her and she is silenced by it, bar a moan of pain and when I look to her side, do I see Ron glaring down at her.
His hand is balled up in a fist and I realize that he actually hit the woman on the mouth as I suddenly see a small trickle of blood seeping out of the corner of No-Name's mouth as Ron says: "Dad might have taught me never to hit a lady and I will probably be grounded for breaking one of the new rules, but no one insults my family."
And he spits down in her hair before walking back, anger almost visible enough on his face to have steam come out of his ears and I actually see her bright brown eyes shine to an almost amber color, the fire in them burning with rage and I feel the need to grab my wand, if only for the sake of protecting my youngest son.

Ron then comes back with us and as he does, do I quickly check Molly Weasley, feeling relieved that she doesn't have her wand in her hand as I would have checked Ron for spells had she tried to curse him while he had his back turned to her. Deciding not to take any chances, do I send a quick look at the Beast.
The host of our stay sees my glance and I motion for my Aurors with my eyes, the Beast nodding in acceptance before I nod at Kingsley and Tonks, the latter of who is almost silently shaking, obviously trying to hold in her need to arrest No-Name until I give the all-clear sign. Kingsley nods at me and Tonks smiles widely as they stand up.

Kingsley's POV

"That woman has just no respect for anyone but herself. She's more disgusting than I thought." I think silently, holding a hand on Tonks' shoulder as I can feel her body shaking with the need to see justice done and arrest the vile woman known as Molly No-Name and I think: "Only better that the book allowed her to come here now."
Then Amelia nods at us and I nod back, trying not to grin like my partner and then Alastor sets her straight as he whispers: "You're on duty, remember that." The woman nods, her excited grin fading into a very serious look and again do I feel great admiration for the bond between the two and for the young Auror.

Then we both stand up and No-Name whitens as I say: "Molly No-Name, you are hereby under arrest for the usage of Love Potion on Arthur William Weasley. You have the right to remain silent, everything you say can and will be used against you." And a simple swish of my wand makes cuffs appear around No-Name's wrists.
The woman struggles and Tonks goes on: "Struggle will only cause for another crime to be put on our long list of charges against you, No-Name, so don't even try." The woman glares at her and says: "I don't have to listen to you! I'm older than you by at least two decades! You should respect your betters, you little skank!"
But to this the woman doesn't budge an edge and says: "A skank is someone who sleeps with others unwillingly. I never did, unlike a certain –." But then I stop her and whisper: "Don't accuse her of that until we're alone. The family won't be able to handle that." The woman nods and I turn to Amelia, who looks relieved as I say:

"We'll go and sit with the accused now, Madam Bones." The woman nods and Tonks and I both take a seat on either side of the woman. Then suddenly does Tonks make a rolling movement away from the woman and I see that she tried to get Tonks' wand. Wondering why she did that, do I train my wand on her and say:
"Auror Tonks, check our suspect for weapons." And while making sure that my wand is almost buried inside the chubby neck of the woman, do I glare at her to keep silent while Tonks roams her hands over the woman's body, checking her shirt, skirt and socks for pockets and searching her visible pockets for items.
Finding nothing, do I turn to Sirius and ask: "Didn't you say that Cedrella took her everything but her clothes and her wand?" But then the Beast asks: "You mean this?" And I see him holding a yew wand of about 16 inches long between two of his claws and he says: "It rolled out of her pocket when she rolled out of the book."

This makes me smile and the woman shouts: "GIVE THAT BACK, YOU MONSTER!" And Beast growls back: "I might be wild sometimes, but I'm certainly not stupid. I won't let you have anything that can let you hurt my guests while they are under my roof. Keep that in your mind and keep your flytrap shut."
This makes the twins laugh loudly and they chorus: "We've been wanting to say that for years!" To which the others brothers and Ginny all nod in agreement and by looking at Harry's smile do I know that the young man feels the same, even if he's not nodding along, something that makes me hold back a smirk of my own.

The woman in the meantime glares at her ex-twin sons and she spats: "How dare you –." But then Amelia stops her and says: "Don't you dare call yourself their mother. You are nothing but a tyrant and have long ago lost the right to call yourself that. Also, as an accused of several crimes are all your titles taken from you until further notice."
The woman fumes at this, but Tonks and I train our wands at her and she huffs as she sits back down, something that makes large smiles appear on the faces of her ex-children and husband, even if the smile on Arthur's face looks a little strained and I just know that he still has artificial feelings for the terrible woman.

This makes me want to glare at the woman, but as I don't want her to realize this herself, do I keep my expression neutral. Yet it seems that Arthur's strained smile makes sure No-Name realizes the same as I did and she smirks as she says: "You can't deny the ones you love what they want, Arthur, you know and I know that that's not you."
The man glares at her and he spats: "I might not be able to deny the ones I love what they want, but I do know the difference between the ones my heart loves and the ones magic make me love, No-Name, and those I can – and will – ignore." And with that does he turn back to his new bonded, making No-Name glare and making me smile.

Arthur's POV

To look at that woman and realize how much she has been controlling me and that she actually still wants to makes me sick to the core and hate every minute I ever spend in her presence. This, at the same time, breaks my heart as many of those minutes were also shared with my kids and are therefore unforgettable to me.
Hating how this woman can bring me into two-battle, I sit a little closer to Amelia and whisper: "Gideon, Fabian, you should have stopped me. I'm not the kind of man that can lead a family, not like your sister did. Maybe – not at all." But then the woman pulls me closer and whispers: "Yes, you can, you just never got the chance."
This makes me smile at her and she says: "You've been pushed away from your kids at every possible chance by that woman. Now that you and I both work at the Ministry, we can set up work schedules that can make sure we have equal time at work and at home and that can make sure you can be with your sons and daughters again."

To this I softly – tentatively – kiss her on the cheek before looking from my youngest daughter to my newly adopted daughter. Both of them are sitting close together, while the Hufflepuffs of Susan's year are also sitting next to her and Ginny has Ron, Collin and Dennis seated with her, all of them making for quite the interesting group.
And that, upon looking at the rest of my family, isn't the only interesting group as Ron is seated with Harry, Hermione, Blaise, Sirius, Remus and Krum. Fred and George have their team around them, Charlie is sitting with Hagrid. Bill is sitting with several Ravenclaws, the French Champion, Percy and Penelope Clearwater.
And all of these groups are actually around us and only then do I notice that, while the Beast and Belle have their own little group surrounding them – Sora, Riku, Kairi, the two ladies from Harry's past, Arabella Fig, Axel, Roxas, Leon and Aaron – the groups our kids are sitting with have became a circle of their own.

And everyone else, all the other students from all three schools as well as my colleagues and the teachers, have gone to sit around us all, Kingsley, Tonks and No-Name being the only ones not being part of the large circle that has been created on this floor. And looking up, do I see the students there forming half a circle.
This unity of three perfect circles and one half a circle amazes me, yet it also makes me feel a lot better and I think: "This book has done a lot of good and a lot of bad, caused a lot of laughter and a lot of pain and it might have consequences for young Harry, but its end results are already visible." And this makes me happily read on.

All three … rather giggly, yet Harry felt worried as he didn't think a mother should teach her daughter or the best friend of her youngest son about things like this, even if it was in story form. He had seen, first hand with Dudley, what stories like that did to impressionable kids, and felt the results of it as well.
"What were … their cages. Harry had also made sure to recast the charms that he learned in the years previous and had actually noticed a strange look of disappointment flashing over Mrs. Weasley's face as she checked to see if everything was ready to be moved.

This actually makes the woman look at Harry shocked, proving she had been trying to do something when she thought others weren't looking and I turn to Minerva as I say: "Make sure that all luggage from anyone ever close to the Weasleys gets checked over once we get back." The woman nods and I continue reading.

A small … his pocket.

"You two really need to sit down and set some rules or a time schedule or something." Sora says and Hermione sighs as she says: "Unfortunately, I got so busy on another schedule, my school schedule that – well –." But then Ron says: "She treated Scabbers exactly as he deserved." But the girl lowers her head and says:
"That may be true, but – I didn't treat your need to care for your – at the time – pet with the respect you deserved." At this Ron shrugs and says: "In this case, I'm just going to let bygones be bygones. He got what he deserved and then some and that's okay with me." And while I wonder what he's going on about, do I read on.

Mr. Weasley … come on."

This makes me shake my head good-naturedly and I say: "I think it would have been better if you took Harry aside after breakfast and set up a bit of a schedule with him. Then you wouldn't have given either him or the others reason to be suspicious or notice this." At this Arthur shrugs and says: "Yeah, I guess." Before I read on.

Mr. Weasley … emerald velvet.

Yet this doesn't make any sense to me and I ask: "Wait, that's not right. I asked Kingsley and Dawlish to ride those cars. Where did these Rookies come from?" And Kingsley himself sighs as he says: "Sorry about that. Albus hired Dawlish just before you came to us and he was still my supervisor at the time, so –."
At this, while I feel furious that Albus thinks he can outplay me and control my forces for his own pleasures, do I ask: "And what exactly did he need you to do?" Yet Kingsley smiles and says: "Something worthwhile. He wanted our help putting the Dementors there where he was sure they'd have the best chance catching Sirius.
Which makes me wonder; how did you get in with those beasts at all those spots?" He then asks Sirius, but the man sighs and says: "I hate to say this, Kingsley, but he tricked you. He put the Dementors at all the places I would avoid trying to get to. I only needed one exit and entrance and he kept that Dementor free."
The Head Auror looks shocked at this and then groans as he asks: "How high do you believe the chance that he knew that?""With him being who he is?" Sirius asks back and Kingsley groans again as he says: "Never mind, he knew and still did it." And while this makes me look at my Auror with care, do I then continue reading.

"In you … disgust, Percy.Or at least it looked like disgust, but then Percy mutters: "I didn't want her sticking her nose in there. I truly just meant to help you get closer to father, to extend the distance between you and her." And while Harry was sure that neither he nor Hermione, who was engrossed in one of her books, weren't supposed to hear that, did Ron still smile at his brother and whisper his gratitude.
The journey … traffic lights.

"That no good bastard. He didn't just take the Aurors I planned to keep Mr. Potter safe, he also gave false and incomplete orders to the Rookie Aurors he hired in their place. I will make sure to have words with him – and them – about this. And while I do that, Kingsley, let the rest of them know there is a new rule in play.
If anyone – and I mean anyone – be they Dumbledore, Minerva, Cornelius or even Arthur tries to hire my Aurors, they are to report this to me on the spot. I will decide which jobs can be given to the chosen Aurors and whether or not they can be given that tasks or if I have tasks for them myself. And there will be no exceptions."

At this Kingsley nods and then asks: "You know there are Aurors who will happily take orders from others, even with this rule. Will they suffer consequences?" And I coldly answer: "Yes, if they break this rule, they will be suspended for a day. Again, a week, after that a fortnight and if they do it again, they're fired.
I will give them three chances to learn not to do that anymore, but – if they don't learn – they're out." At this Kingsley nods, but then I turn to Minerva and ask: "Minerva, you're the new Leader of the Order of the Phoenix, right? Can you offer me someone who can keep an eye out, at least for the first few months or so?"
The woman looks shocked, yet then the twins raise their hands and I turn to them as they show me two actual human looking ears that are tied together through a rough sort of string and one of them says: "It's one of our latest products.""Extendable ears.""Put this one wherever you want to listen in on something or someone."
"And this one where you are.""And you'll hear everything." This makes me rub my chin with a pleased smile and I ask: "You think you can make them work without the string?" To which the two share a look, but then one says: "That's a challenge." And the other says: "One we will happily take on and accomplish."

Making me smile at them in pride before I say: "Good, but if you plan to sell those, understand that you then need to make sure you have an Intent ward on your store door, to ensure that your customers don't have unlawful plans with your products." Which startles the two boys and they mutter: "We – didn't think of that."
Before they both hit themselves on their heads. Bill then moves over and lies a hand on both their shoulders as he says: "Once you have a store in mind that you want to purchase for this, let me know. I'll make sure Gringotts hires me for the job." And while the younger siblings smile up at their older brother, do I read on.

Mr. Weasley … shiny badge. Yet because Ron and Hermione were the next to arrive, did Harry manage to catch Percy's eye for one quick second and he nodded silently at the look in the Prefect's eyes as it was obvious what he was silently asking. "Do for them what you did for my sister last year."

"Why did you want to leave that with Harry? Why not try –?" Penelope asks, but Percy glares at Minerva and the others as he says: "Because, when my sister went missing and was on the verge of dying, the teachers did nothing to even try and find her. I held that against them, so I trusted Harry over them at the time."
At this the teachers look down, but then Flitwick tries to say: "We just –." But I glare at him as I already know exactly what he wants to say and say: "You should have split up, the Heads caring for their Houses and everyone else searching for the missing student." At which Flitwick winces, yet Minerva nods as I read on.

Once the … quite pleased mostly about the fact that he was wearing clothes that – by paying a little bit extra – Madam Mallekin had enchanted to ward off silent spellwork, when she … extra hug at which he felt the magic of the jacket he was wearing activate itself.

"She actually tried cursing you? In the middle of a crowded platform?" Tonks asks and I turn a concerned glare at my new kids as I say: "You are all getting new wardrobes. No, I won't hear a word otherwise, the whole Weasley family is buying new wardrobes. Your current ones will, after that, be confiscated and checked for spells.
Kingsley, Poppy?" I then ask, my new sons closing their mouths as they realize they have no ground to stand on in arguing against my need to see them safe and both my favorite Auror and the Mediwitch nod as Kingsley says: "I'll enchant their new clothes.""I'll check them for spells next break." Poppy then says and I read on.
Or so I try, but then No-Name shrieks: "You really think I would curse my own kids?" To which I retort: "You have been caught trying to curse a friend of your kids in the middle of a public area. Not to mention, they're not your kids. They're mine." And this makes my sons smile at me warmly and the woman glare as I read on.

"Do take … oddly bright, yet the way that her lips kept moving ever so slightly as she pulled away didn't sit well with him and made him all the more glad that he felt his jacket continue to use its magic.
Then she … Mrs. Weasley.

"You actually noticed what she was doing?" I ask, shocked and impressed, but Arthur shakes his head and sighs: "No, I wanted to keep Harry safe. I just – tried to protect him from the wrong person." And he sends a guilty look at Sirius, but the man says: "It's the thought that counts." Alleviating my partner's guilt as I read on.

"There's something … Mrs. Weasley.

"Am I glad that you didn't get the chance to make me that promise." Arthur mumbles, yet Sirius retorts: "And I am glad that, before all of this, Harry had someone like you watching after him. Thank you for that, Arthur." And the father of my children smiles at the mother of our famous hero before I continue the chapter.

Steam was … stalked off, yet Ron shouted after her: "Stay safe." At which she turned around and send him a grateful smile, her eyes promising she would.
Harry, Ron … with grey. For some reason the strange small mark under his ear looked familiar to Harry.

And while he had been slightly fidgeting in his seat, growling whenever No-Name was mentioned and twitching his shoulders for most of my chapter, does Remus now seems to calm down and smile at his son, love and personal relief showing in his eyes and I think: "Only a son can calm a canine father." At which I happily read on.

"Who d'you … at once and Harry shook his head as for some reason that name sounded familiar, yet trying to think of why caused him to twinge as a sudden pain attacked his temple.
"How d'you … peeling letters. And reading the name, for reasons that Harry was starting to suspect and hate, caused the same pain to hit his temple.
"Wonder what … was jinxed. Still, something about the name, regardless of the pain it caused Harry, made him feel as if this was "the" teacher that could prove those rumors wrong.

By now Harry is in Remus' lap and the man is growling with an angry protective sound coming from his throat, yet the boy just calmly cuddles with his father and says: "Don't worry, you'll read the solution at the end of the chapter. I'm sure. Don't worry." And he keeps on these platitudes, making me read on, feeling relieved.

"Well, I … us?" Harry, who felt a strange personal need to defend the man, but ignored it just to stop the pain in his temple from getting worse, explained all … finds me."

"Yeah, and its guide's name is Albus Dumbledore." The twins chorus, yet while you'd expect them to say this with a playful smirk on their face are they looking furious and defensive about this and I say: "A man that is now frozen in time and locked within a cell equal to Nurmengard." Relieving them of their concern as I read on.

"How thick … glowing brilliantly.

"We really should have taken that for the warning it was." Ron mutters and he goes on: "Especially because it kept whistling whenever I had what I did that day on me." Yet while I feel as if I am missing a vital hint there, does the boy keep quiet, just wallowing in his own anger at himself and so I read on, distracting him.

"Is that … Professor Lupin and noticed that just looking at the man and not mentioning him by name seemed to save him from the pain that attacked him the other two times. Ron stuffed … was saying.

"You remind me of James, Remy and me. We were close as two pieces of gum stuck together, but if we were in Hogsmeade, we always went our separate ways and just meet up for lunch or to go back. Only if we feared an attack, did we stay together and just work out a schedule beforehand." Sirius tells the two, who look shocked.
"You – you guys didn't go to Hogsmeade together?" Hermione asks shocked and Remus shakes his head and says: "Doing too many things together isn't healthy, Hermione. It can ruin your friendship. Can you guess why?" And the girl thinks before she whispers: "It – it can –." Yet the girl seems hesitant to answer.
"It can make you depend on each other too much. Either that or it can make one of you think that you can plan everything out for the other. Neither one is healthy for any friendship. Good friendship is when friends can decide when they want to be together and when they want time to themselves. Same for relationships, really."
At this most of the adults nod in agreement, yet the girl seems hesitant and even a little fearful, but then Harry says: "Hermione, they just mean what you guys have been doing for most of the breaks. Allowing me to get together with my new family and learn of my place in this world. They don't mean any more than that, really."
And we nod, causing for the girl to sigh in relief before Blaise pulls her close and says: "Your friends will never leave you, mi precioso. You know that." And the girl nods at this before sharing a look and a smile with her friends that further amplifies this. And while I marvel at the strength of their bond, do I continue reading.

Mi precioso is Spanish for my Precious

Hermione looked … Hermione angrily.

"Hermione, your cat went to sit on your friends' lap, while he had his pet in his lap and you knew that. I'm sorry, but he was in full rights to push your cat off his lap. Yes, he probably could have just picked him up and set him away, but that would give Crookshanks the chance to swipe at Ron's chest area, where his rat was."
Cedric says, but to this Harry says: "Had Scabbers been just that, Scabbers. I would have agreed. However, considering that Scabbers was more than he let on, Ron should have just either done as you said or left Crookshanks where he was." And both of his friends nod in agreement, confusing the rest of us as I read on.

Ron was … slept on. Ron and Hermione sighed in relief, yet Harry had silently hoped that the man would wake, perhaps then he could find out why reading or hearing his name would give Harry such headaches.
The Hogwarts … their compartment. Part of Harry wished that they would come in as he had made a few acquaintances over the last two years, but he knew they'd rather spent the train ride with their friends and he could respect that. Crookshanks had … top pocket.

"That cat really had just the weirdest obsession with you and Scabbers, Ron. Though he seems content to just leave Pig be." Seamus says and Ron mutters: "Yeah, and all of that is with good reason and will be explained at the end." At this Seamus frowns and I realize he was hoping for some more info. This makes me read on, smirking.

At one … good company and Harry kept feeling strange emotions that were slowly growing stronger every time he looked at the man only to be replaced by the strange pain, but Professor … its uses.

"I shouldn't be hurting you." Remus then growls, but Harry cuddles closer and says: "It wasn't you that was doing that. Don't think that way. You never hurt me, ever." Yet Remus seems not to believe him, even when Harry whispers: "Not even that night." And while I wonder about this, do they keep quiet and so I read on.

Mid-afternoon, just … gorilla arms.

"Ahhh, you mean my new minions, don't you?" Hades then asks, actually appearing again, yet while I hate the knowledge that he is training two dark souls like that, do I instead ask: "How is Marge Dursley?" And the smirk that is on the God's face makes Kingsley ask: "I'm not going to get my chance, am I?"
"Depends on whether or not you will dare to move into my part of the realm. Just know that, in there, heroes are zeroes. Comes with the territory. Try to be a hero, you lose all your power." At this Kingsley smirks and says: "Trust me, I will be a lot, but I won't be her hero." At which Hades smirks before I read on.

"Well, look … they disappeared. Yet the look of disappointment that flashes across Goyle's face unnerved Harry, as did the way that Crabbe cracked his left hand before he turned and returned to his bodyguard duty.
Harry and … fast asleep. Besides, in Harry's eyes it really was Crabbe and Goyle Ron should worry about. Ron was definitely defensively strong and would make for an excellent Keeper if he tried hard enough, but Crabbe and Goyle obviously knew how to hit a person where it hurt and probably without wasting much energy, too.

"Oh, that is true, alright. I currently have them going up against even Large Bodies and they make short work of those. Though they seem to have trouble against things like Wizards and whatnot. A certain kind of Heartless, not you lot." Hades mutters at the end, waving away those that opened their mouths as I read on, concerned.

The rain … we stopping?"

"For reasons that are going to haunt me for the rest of the book. And Lord Hades, I think even you would not think to use monsters like these." At this Hades again summons his strange throne as he says: "First that Basilisk and now these. Your world is truly interesting." And I think: "You can say that." As I read on.

The train … coming aboard..."

"Those are not people." Kingsley growls and he goes on: "In my eyes, they're not even worthy to be called beings, let alone monsters.""They're bad enough that even calling them monsters understates their evilness? Oh hoho, this ought to be good." Hades says, snickering and smirking all the while and I read on, feeling disgusted.

The compartment … them spoke though Harry was glad that hearing his voice didn't cause him any pain.
There was … and wary. They swept over Harry for a second and Harry, to his own shock, noticed that the man didn't look up at his scar, he only looked at him before his eyes took on a serious and protective gleam.
"Stay where … of him.

"How exactly, if I may ask, are you able to do that?" Hades asks Lupin, yet the werewolf only growls at him and Sirius says: "Don't. He's in Heat and considers you a threat to his cub. You may be immortal, but you don't want to take him on." And while Hades looks at Remus in contemplation at this, do I read on.

But the … inside him –

And by now I just can't keep reading on, not just because I am horrified at the fact that Harry was so close to being Kissed a few years ago, but also because Remus has started growling louder and louder the more I read and is now snarling in a furious rage, holding Harry so tightly, he actually ignores the whimpers of pain he emits.
Yet suddenly something happens that shocks me as the Beast lets out a loud, furious roar and rushes over, actually grabbing Lupin by the back of his robe and rushing them both through the huge ball room doors that slam shut behind their master. And in his shock does Lupin luckily enough release his hold on his son.

Yet we all look shocked at this and some of the students even back away when, from the other side of the doors, loud echoing sounds of rampage being brought upon the hallways come through along with the howling of a canine and the roaring cries of a ferocious monster. "Well, I guess that was for the best." Sirius then sighs.
Everyone looks at him shocked and he says: "Remus is in Heat and just Lord Hades' presence was making the situation a lot worse. Personally, I can count my lucky stars the Beast did that. Else, Remus would probably love that ire out on me when we go back to our room." And the man winces to emphasize his point.
Others also wince, yet Belle looks shocked when the sounds just keep on going and she mutters: "I would have expected our guest to have given in by now." Yet to this Sirius says: "He would have, if not for one urgent fact. He read – of Harry being in danger. In his mind, that is happening right now and the threat –."
At this Belle nods and says: "Is now the Beast. I see, so Remus will continue fighting until Beast gives in.""Either that or until the Beast can prove his own protective strength. If he does that, Remus will consider him an aide to the pack, not a threat." And with that do we all look at the doors, awaiting the results with baited breath.

Yet the sounds seem to keep going for another quarter of an hour, while they had already been going for ten minutes by the time Belle made her comment and then finally, they quiet down. We all sigh relieved, yet then yelp in shocked fright when two howls, coming from both powerful sources, ring loudly through the doors.
"Sounds like Remus went one step further. He didn't just get proven by Beast that Beast is an aide, he bloody well had him join the pack." Sirius says, sounding highly impressed, yet I myself feel more impressed that the sometimes weak looking man can hold his own against such a ferocious looking being for a good 30 minutes.
And when the doors open and the two stumble through, is it to the surprise of no one that they are supporting each other and are both so heavily bruised, bloody and battered, it takes them only two steps in before they are rushed at by Poppy, Belle, Harry and Sirius, the former tutting and the other three looking heavily concerned.

They get helped to a separate blanket, yet when he sits down, does Remus turn to Sirius and mutter something shocking: "The Heat is gone." Which shocks Sirius, but then he says: "Good. I hate to admit it, love, but I was going to need the rest of the day to recover from our last round. You really wore me out something harsh."
Remus winces at this and mutters an apology, but Sirius kisses him and whispers: "At least now we can really focus on what matters, our cub." And they both smile at Harry, who keeps his concerned eyes on Remus as Poppy works her magic on both him and the Beast. And while I know they're in good hands, do I read on.

"Harry! Harry! … heard screaming –"

"So, these creatures make people hear screaming inside their head?" Hades asks, but Harry shakes his head and says: "They do worse. I just got lucky. Dad managed to get rid of them before I could fully comprehend what I was hearing." And while the Lord of the Dead looks at him in obvious intrigue, do I focus back on the book.

A loud … the corridor.

"Wait, why didn't you stay?" Sirius asks and Remus answers: "I could tell Harry felt uncomfortable around me and wanted to make sure he would get the comfort he needed. That and I was furious that the driver even thought to stop for those monsters. I wanted to yell at him and tell him he should have just run them over, but –."
And here the man growls in personal fury as he says: "He told me he had gotten orders from Dumbledore to follow anything the Ministry wanted to see done. He thought the Dementors had been sent there by the Ministry, so he halted the train. Though I didn't find out those orders came from that bastard until this year."
"How do you mean?" I ask and the man answers: "Shortly after it became known to all those having some kind of role working for Hogwarts that Albus was arrested and what his crimes were, the man actually came to me and caught me up on this." At this I nod and I think: "I'll make sure to question him later." As I continue reading.

"Are you … else had?

"That is indeed quite strange. You don't seem like the kind of type who would easily collapse or anything. Even if you're a little scrawny in looks." Hades says and Harry sighs as he replies: "The effects of a Dementor are hard to resist – even for the strongest of men." Which seems to intrigue the God as I read on.

Professor Lupin … his name. He had seen the man looking at him and while he hadn't looked at his scar, had the man still recognized him. This made him know something that gave him hope; this man had known his family somehow, maybe even his father.
"Fine," he muttered, embarrassed. He was happy that he got to meet someone that knew his family, but hated the fact that he made such a horrible first impression.

Yet at this Remus pulls his cub close and whispers: "You, out of everyone in this room, have the most valiant reason to be weak to those monsters. If not because of what happened all those years ago, then for what happened over the last two. And then I'm actually excluding all the Muggle crap." And Harry smiles at this as I read on.

They didn't talk much during the remainder of the journey though Harry did manage to sneak a look at Neville, who gave him a silent nod. Neville's ability to comfort him and personal strength were going to be needed against this year, especially if those Dementors were to come after him. And even though Harry didn't say it, did he fear that to be a really great possibility. The last two years at Hogwarts made him wary of such events being a great possibility.

This makes everyone look at the boy in concern and Minerva sighs as she says: "At least that was one thing Dumbledore did right." Yet Harry growls: "But was it really for the right reasons." Everyone looks at him and he says: "Because of how much he messed with our minds, I mean." Shocking the entire ball room silly.
"Wait, you think Dementors have the ability to break through mind blocks?" Hermione asks shocked and Harry shrugs as he says: "They can bring forth memories that are lost to our subconscious mind and are supposed to be lost to the waves of time. Why shouldn't a large amount of them be able to break through powerful magic like that?"
At this we all share looks with each other and then Kingsley says: "I'll make sure to have the Unspeakables question Dumbledore about that. If anyone can get answers like that out of a man like him, it's definitely them." And I nod, even though I don't like working alongside Unspeakables and so I just read on.

At long … in procession and looking through the coach window, he thought he could see a faint outline of one, but wasn't sure if that wasn't just the rain and the after effects of the Dementor messing with his mind.
The coach … collapse again. It made him look out the window more as he would prefer it if they would just voice their concerns instead of this awkward silent treatment.

"We didn't think you'd admit to it. You never did when we asked about the Dur – the Muggles." Hermione mumbles, but Harry retorts: "That's because I could use the fact that you didn't know them. You yourself saw this happen." At this the girl turns red and mutters: "Good point, sorry." Harry nods and I continue reading.

As the … glinting maliciously. Yet Harry knew he was lying. Neville had been too much of a personal aide to Harry over the last two years and knew something about Harry that he never told anyone else. Neville knew of Harry's most painful issues, he wouldn't blab about something that could cause Harry to fall ill.
There and then Harry hated Malfoy even more as he was sure he had done something to his friend, something that forced Neville to reveal the smallest of hints before he probably escaped them and Harry swore he would get Malfoy back for that.

"What exactly did you do, Draco?" Narcissa sternly asks her son and the boy winces as he says: "Goyle had taken Longbottom's frog and threatened to eat it if Longbottom didn't give me something to tease Potter with. Longbottom only said that Potter had a bad reaction to the Dementors, but – while he said more, I didn't listen to it."
At this Narcissa turns to Neville, who glares and says: "I also warned him that I would put Professor Sprout on him if he tried anything and told him that it proved how horrible Harry's past really was. And finally I said, and I quote if you really are of Noble blood and respect others of Noble blood, you will leave House Potter be.
Not my fault you have selective hearing, Malfoy." The boy snidely tells his year mate and Draco winces as he whispers: "So that's why I got that detention.""And why I decided not to go after you. Neville told me this the same night when we were in the common room." And while Draco looks at him guiltily, do I read on.

"Shove off … upper floors. Professor Lupin took his place just behind them, walking a few steps behind them and at a distance that no one would think they were in trouble, but close enough Harry could feel comfortable with his presence. This lasted until halfway through the Entrance Hall when the man vanished into the rest of the crowd and then seemed to take the teacher's entrance into the Great Hall. Still, his presence had done what he probably wanted it to do as Harry felt the effects of the two Dementors at the gate vanish from his system.
The door … there, Weasley."

"What is that about? If they're not in trouble, you're obviously worried for them. And you should have easily seen that Hermione and Ron were still worried for Harry, so why leave one of them in the dark?" Arthur asks and yet it's Hermione that answers: "It was because she first just wanted to see me before the Feast.
The whole Dementor thing made her feel she had to speak with Harry as well." At this Arthur frowns and says: "I can understand that, but perhaps it would have been better if you had just told Ron to go sit with his brothers. They must have been worried about him too. If you had mentioned that, it would probably have had better results."
"What is that supposed to mean, Arthur?" Minerva asks, but Arthur rolls his eyes and asks: "You seriously already forgot?" And when the woman looks confused does he turn to his son and ask: "You felt left out, didn't you? As if you were less important, didn't you?" And to the woman's shock does Ron actually nod.
Arthur then turns to Minerva and says: "Just because you worried for Harry, doesn't mean you shouldn't concern yourself with others as well. I appreciate that you learned your lesson from First, but you just can't seem to find a proper middle ground, Minerva." And the woman grimaces at this as I continue reading.

Ron stared … this fuss.

"I thought you wanted us to care, Mr. Potter." Minerva almost sneers and Harry sighs as he says: "I wasn't at that stage yet, not back then. At that time, I would have preferred if those that actually knew – or had been there – had been the ones showing their concern by doing this. I didn't feel ready making a circus out of it."
"How does that even make sense? What did you expect Ron and Hermione to do?" Lee asks, but Fred and George both hit him over the back of his head and Remus sighs as he says: "Harry didn't mean them, he meant me." He then pulls his son close and whispers: "And I'm sorry I didn't, son." Harry hugs him close and I read on.

"I'm fine … already delicate –"

"Poppy!""What the bloody hell are you talking about?""Harry faced things that would make even you faint!""How can you say that about him?""And in front of him no less!""Where is your sense of being a professional?""Do you even know how teenagers work anymore?" This is the defense that Harry gets from his friends.
It shocks everyone else, Poppy and Harry apparently the most and then Sirius actually delivers the finishing blow as he growls: "I thought Healers and Mediwitches were supposed to care and respect their patients. This was just callous." And the matron winces, proving that really hurt her deep and I read on, silently agreeing.

"I'm not … was torture.

"Mr. Potter, your health –." But Poppy gets stopped by the glares sent her way as Sirius says: "You were too callous back then to have a right be concerned for his health now. That and any Mediwitch that works with teens for a while should know that, overtime, they get into the stupid belief that status is bigger than health."
"That doesn't make it true." The woman snaps and yet Remus rolls his eyes and says: "My mate never said it was. He was just proving that you lost your ability to get how teens function and that, in this case, you have no right to try and admonish him." And the Mediwitch grimaces in stubborn pride at him as I continue reading.

"Well, he … to herself. The fact she went there, when anyone who knew teenagers would know they would do the same thing he did, refuse to go there till they fainted from illness, made Harry wonder if it wasn't time for the woman to hire someone new to help her get her understanding of her patients and their age back.

"Our – point – EXACTLY!" Remus and Sirius chorus, yet to this Poppy snaps: "Well excuse me if I take the students' health seriously." To which they again roll their eyes and Harry mutters: "Yeah, serious enough you forget everything else." Making the woman look at him shocked and he shrugs as I continue reading.

He only … Great Hall.

"You do realize that not telling her friends about what you wanted to talk to her about, especially if you take the last two years into account, will make them so curious they will keep asking and that can cause her so much annoyance she will snap at them and that such snapping can lead to arguments and those arguments can end their friendship.
Right? We are talking about the three most curious students in the entire school, after all. Not to mention that two of those three are already known for their constant arguments." Arthur then tells Minerva and the woman sighs as he says: "Points I really should have thought about." And I read on, grimacing in concern.

It was … respected him, though even that respect was only at face value and only to keep the more fanatic fans, like Mrs. Weasley, of his back. You couldn't … train compartment. Yet then the jacket that he had decided to put on under his robe activated again, only this time Harry accepted it. A calming charm after experiencing the Dementors was a form of magic that Harry was okay with, so he whispered the code word to lower the power of the spell sown into his jacket.

"I hate saying it, but Harry is right. It's wrong of Albus to do such a thing, especially to underage students, but the situation, I get it absolves the problem, a little, that is." Minerva sighs and Harry mutters: "I think a lot of students preferred that over the Hospital wing." And all of Hogwarts nods, making me read on while laughing.

"Welcome!" said … this year.

"Wait, what does he mean two?" Amos asks shocked and concerned and I sigh and roll my eyes as I say: "This is the whole reason he hired Lupin so late into the summer. He wasted three quarter of the summer arguing with Cornelius about whether or not this should happen. And I hate to say it, but Cornelius' points – were pretty legit."
This actually shocks Hagrid and the students look at him before Luna says: "He meant the fact that Hagrid is an expelled student and never had any training with students other than an occasional visit or detentions. And considering Hagrid's idea of what detention should be about back in Harry's first – yeah, I'd agree with him."
Yet suddenly I turn to Harry for reasons I can't understand and I notice that he is hiding his face in Remus' shoulder, yet not out of pain or sadness, but out of a strange sense of restraint. "His loyalty and his common sense are fighting each other. Just read on." Remus tells me and I really feel for the poor lad as I read on.

"Firstly, Professor … was loathing.

And only then do I actually notice that the man in question isn't here and Filius asks: "Hey wait, where is Severus?" To this Minerva sighs and says: "Severus – figured out what Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley were hinting at before we started this chapter. He has been working on antidotes this entire time we were reading."
And yet, while this should startle, shock or even scare No-Name, does the woman actually start smirking and to all of our shock, does she say: "I'd love to see him try." Yet that seems to be the magic words. Slamming the doors open, Severus strides into the ball room, actually striding through it and over to the woman, a glare on his face.
He grabs her arm, slashes it with his wand and draws three drops of blood before closing the wound. He then turns around and strides back, students all over the ballroom yet he manages to walk in one straight line without forcing any of the students to move. And when he leaves does he use magic to make the doors slam close.

"What – what just happened?" Ron asks and Sirius says: "Either Snape knew more about Love Potions and even, probably, the more secret ones and he realized what made Molly smirk – or he figured out which potion she used long ago and waited for her to challenge him. Though, knowing him, it's probably a combination."
And Lucius nods as Draco says: "If uncle Sev loves one thing, it's to make an entrance. He does so practically every Potions class." At which everyone who has ever had Potions with the man nods in agreement. And while I turn back to the book and continue reading, do I smirk as I noticed No-Name looking terrified at long last.

Harry knew … remaining limbs.

Yet here Harry snickers and we all look at him as he says: "I'm not entirely sure why it wasn't in any of the starting chapters, but that bit is actually not true. The night after I made my agreement with Vernon about Hedwig, I actually did send her off with a few letters. One to Gringotts and one to Professor Kettleburn."
This intrigues us all and Harry smirks as he says: "The whole reason Professor Kettleburn retired – is because I gave the Goblins the request to give the rights of caring for the Basilisk carcass however he wanted – to Professor Kettleburn. I just asked him to leave one bit of every part of the beast down there and to enchant it."
"Enchant it how?""With a spell to make it look as if all of those parts are still there. After all, at the time I realized that Dumbledore could use Fawkes to get in there and I didn't want him getting his hands on what was rightfully mine. So I decided to give it to someone I knew would treat it well. And yes, Hagrid, I have good reasons."

At this the Half-giant looks at Harry in pain and Harry says: "At the time it was just because I was pissed at you over Aragog and because I didn't think you'd want the carcass of the beast that got you expelled. Later, it was because I saw that as just a roundabout way to get things where I didn't want them, with Dumbledore."
At this Hagrid winces as Harry fells him with a stare as he asks: "Or can you tell me, right here and in full honesty, that – if I asked you not to let Dumbledore know of this – you would have complied?" And the man lowers his head, proving Harry right, which makes me send him a concerned, suspicious look as I read on.

However, I … and forks, the effects earlier caused by the Dementors lost to the abundance that was the Opening Feast. Harry, Ron … last year.

Yet at this I grimace and say: "I hate to say it, but – until we read last book, there were never any documents filed to make that official. Hagrid was taken out of Azkaban, because Dumbledore send a letter saying that the danger had left the school. There were never any files or documents officially brought before the Wizengamot."
This shocks Hagrid and he asks: "But – but then – how –?" And Lucius sighs as he says: "Because, in the end, Dumbledore resorted to my methods and used the newspaper against Cornelius. He walked into the office with Skeeter, three minutes later he had permission to make you the new teacher." And this seems to break Hagrid.
"I – I – I thought – I – I never – why – he – he told me – I – I don't –." Yet this is as much as I can hear and I say: "Hagrid, please go for a walk. It sounds like you need to get your mind in order." The man nods and leaves the room. Yet I turn to Kingsley and the man nods. And while I really don't like any of this, do I read on.

At long … the passwords it was one thing Harry was trying to help him with as a way to thank the boy for his constant help in private matters.
Through the … at last.
Yet he didn't go to bed right away, he went for his trunk and pretended to look through it, as if searching for something. He did this until he heard three familiar sounding snores and he looked up, sharing a smile with Neville who was awake and awaiting him on the boy's own bed.
Harry grabbed his healing kit, his potions kit and all of the potions ingredients he had collected over the years and joined the boy on the bed. Right away he went to the topic that concerned him the most.
"Hearing or reading Lupin's name is hurting me, but being around him makes me feel good. I think I know him, that he knew my parents, but – someone is trying to keep me from fully remembering that. Know any potions that can help with that?"
And Neville, who Harry knew was a potions prodigy that just had a horrible phobia against their teacher and nothing more, confidently gave him the instructions and told him what ingredients to use. They worked together to get the potion done and Neville advised Harry to take one gulp every night for a week. "It might mean you'll still hurt during our lessons this week, but you should be fine next week. Let me know if I'm wrong."
Neville told him and Harry nodded, doing as advised and putting the rest of the potion in the one drawer that every bedside table had that was enchanted to allow entrance to only the student lying in the bed next to that respectable bedside table.
And while the potion tasted worse than the Skele-Grow Harry had to take after his first Quidditch match in the previous year, did he feel sure that the results would be well-worth the taste.

And this makes Remus sigh in relief before he smiles at his son and says: "I am so glad that you took that potion. Though I would prefer if you make sure to take others as well. I know you've already taken a lot to get your health set right again, but – with Albus doing what he did – I don't want to take the risk, not with you."
At this Harry nods, but then he says something that causes a horrible wave of fear to spread through the whole ball room. "I will, but who says Dumbledore kept it to the students only?" And everyone either turns to the foreign visitors or to the teachers, who are looking white with fear, shock, disbelief and several levels of rage.


And with good reason.
So I am very happy with how this chapter turned out. I am glad I got rid of the Heat Remus was suffering from as he is a vital part of this story, unlike a few others of mine. I am also happy with this little way that I further developed the evil of Dumbledore. If I did so in a previous chapter, please kindly let me know.
Thanks in advance,

Venquine1990