Hey everyone,
You know, I am actually experiencing a downside to the fact that, until recently, I only needed to edit the chapters as they had already been written a long time ago. The downside being that I sometimes forget that I still need to write the new chapter and at other times I just don't know what the next chapter will be about.
Wish me luck,
Venquine1990
PS. Sirius' words to Draco: "Purposely leading others into deadly situations puts you on the same level as Dumbledore."
Chapter 66
Honoring The Dead
3rd of July 1995
Ballroom, Beast's Castle
Sirius' POV
"Should we break? I mean, we have been reading for some time now, right?" Hermione asks after my beloved has regained his natural tan, but the man smiles at her and says: "Best wait with that a little longer, Hermione. We're on chapter eight of twenty-two, so if we read the next four chapters, we can divide this story over two days evenly."
At this the girl nods and Minerva asks: "Is that alright with you, sir?" And the Beast nods before he turns down to the living appliances that have been serving us up to now and he says: "Prepare the rooms in the hallway. See to it that they are ready to be slept in and that there is enough space for all of our resident guests.
And prepare the room our couple was in as well. See to it that it is now ready for the No-Name." At this the woman wants to glare at him, but he glares right back and says: "You are a wanted person and my guests are my responsibility. I will not expose them to you when they are supposed to feel safe and know they can let their guard down."
"You think I would –." The woman tries, but Beast just gives her a look that proves she shouldn't even try and he growls: "You wouldn't be under Auror guard or prohibited from your wand if you wouldn't – or better said – if you haven't already been caught trying to do stuff like that." And the nasty woman has to retort to that.
Belle sighs and says: "Enough already. This book is hard enough as it is and there are enough new problems arising just by reading it. Let's focus on the troubles the book presents us when we are reading it and focus on the problems here and now when we're not." At this everyone else nods and Beast pulls her close.
And the way that he is holding onto her, offering her comfort within his huge, furry form makes me move a little closer to my beloved werewolf and whisper: "We really are just like them, don't you think?" And Remus looks at me shocked, yet I just smile at him, showing him with my eyes how happy this thought makes me.
Remus then looks at the couple again and sighs as he says: "Maybe. I just hope we can, in both the here and now and the books, grow as close as them – if not potentially closer." Which makes me say: "Only way to find out is to read." And while curious looks were send our way over our whispers, do I take the book and start to read.
Flight of the Fat Lady
Instantly I regret that chose to read this chapter and Belle asks: "Isn't that the portrait guarding Gryffindor Tower? What happened?" To which I snicker in guilt and say: "I happened. I was an idiot when I caused that. A desperate idiot with good intentions, but an idiot nonetheless." And to a lot of nodding, do I read on.
In no … and frayed. And the man himself made the situation better when this was said as he calmly retorted: "Well then, you must have had one stylish House-Elf, Mr. Malfoy. Good on you." And he went on to his next class, leaving the boy spluttering.
And while my cousin hides his reddened face in his friend's shoulder, do the students who hadn't heard this on that day laugh. Yet I turn to Harry who isn't laughing and he whispers: "I kind of wanted to ask You mean the one I freed when that happened." Making me smirk as that is just as witty before I continue reading.
His next … their ponds.
"All those creatures sound so interesting." Belle mutters and then one of the Ravenclaws who is obviously in Third year himself, pulls a book from the bookbag he took with him and he actually shows the woman the pages that show these creatures. Belle looks fascinated at this and pages through the book as I read on.
Harry only … than ever.
It quickly became clear why when, after one Potions Class, Malfoy had said: "You are my teacher, Professor, not a dress up doll for me to play with."
And when Harry spotted Neville turning white and rushing from the room, did he decide to add Malfoy to his Punishment list once again, even though the boy was still on top thanks to the whole debacle with Hagrid and Buckbeak.
Here I notice my son smirking and he says: "I have never felt so proud. When I got him back for those comments, I did just him. But when I got him back for Beaky, I actually managed to get back at Crabbe and Goyle too." And everyone smiles at him, Draco even saying: "They deserved it." I agree with him as I read on.
Harry was … at him.
Instantly everyone turns tense, proving that the shock over the discovery of this woman actually being a Goddess hasn't really left everyone just yet. And while I wish she wasn't immortal as part of me wants to kill her for how she ruined my little boy's life, do I then remember where that will leave me and I ignore it as I read on.
He couldn't … his deathbed.
After three weeks of this, did Harry start to put small bits of revenge on the seats that they would sit on whenever they came back from their lunch meetings. Another week and he got Flitwick to agree with him that he and the girls would be excempt from the next class before telling them off the best way he knew how.
"Malfoy is already disgracing Madam Pomfrey with that ridiculous sling of his. I thought you'd know better than to doubt the fact she has yet to call me in for a night in her Wing. So unless that happens, stop this nonsense. I am fine, I feel fine and unless I have cancer, AIDS or something similar, I'd appreciate it if you let me live my life. You are not Malfoy, so stop acting like him."
The girls had tried to argue wit him, but he had retorted: "Unless you want me to treat you the way Professor Sprout treats her plans, you will stop your nonsense. Clear?" And while the girls and Flitwick had been intrigued by the fact that Harry liked Herbology that much, had they felt disgusted with the idea to be treated like plants and they had backed off. Professor Flitwick had then asked if he should do something about Malfoy, but Harry had just said: "Any help you can offer is appreciated. I just don't know if you can really do anything." And with that he felt as if he had finally left the crap that Flitwick had put him through back in his First behind him.
The girls had actually been shocked when they heard that the revenge bits were Harry's work and I am sure they thought it was Fred and George's doing and they had turned red when the rant was brought up, but then Harry says: "Who knows? Maybe your adoration of her was brought out by her Divine Magic. It's possible, right?"
This shocks the two and Harry shrugs as he says: "I just couldn't ever understand why you'd support someone who practically wanted to see another person on their deathbed. This is the only explanation that makes sense to me, really." The girls send him a grateful smile over this and I pull him closer in pride as I continue reading.
Nobody really … slimy throats.
"You really are a man of extremes, aren't you Hagrid? Either you go into the extreme to do something exciting or you go into the extreme to do something boring." Amelia jokes and Hagrid rubs the back of his neck as he says: "I learned how to find the middle ground eventually." At which all students nod and I read on.
At the … new season.
I then notice what the next bit is about and turn to Harry as I ask: "Did you expect that we'd be getting new people in during the reading or something? The next bit is explaining what Quidditch is, but everyone at Hogwart would already know that." Yet Harry shrugs and says: "I was playing it safe." At which I read on in pride.
There were … fifty points.
And as I read this, do I notice a Gryffindor who is also sitting near our two hosts pulling Quidditch Through the Ages out of his bag, to the amused annoyance of those he is sharing a blanket with and while Belle listens to me read, does she page through the book herself. She quietly thanks him for his help and I read on.
Oliver Wood … years now.
Yet this confuses Harry and he suddenly says: "Wait, that doesn't make sense. I had only been on the team for two years at that point and Charlie was known to be just as great. How did that happen?" And Charlie turns red as he says: "I used to have your luck, Harry. Every time we got to the Finals, something would happen.
Most of the time I would fall sick, though once I actually got attacked by the other team. It – it was the – the only time I actually feared for my life while inside the school." This shocks everyone and Amelia asks: "Would you care to give further details later, Mr. Weasley?" Charlie nods at her, Auron hugs him close and I read on.
OK, so … Quidditch Cup.
However, the team also started leaving for and returning from the Quidditch Pitch together from time to time after a few weeks as the Slytherin Beaters decided they weren't happy with the fact that Gryffindor had so much training time and tried "persuading" them to drop one or two days. But Harry and the team were, more than anything, determined to break Slytherin's winning streak and traveling together kept the Snakes from being able to make a move against any of them. And when their grumbling over this was noticed by Sprout, did she instantly put them in detention for this, allowing the Lions to traverse to and from the pitch safely once again.
"You lot sure get violent quickly, don't you?" Belle asks the room as a whole and Arthur laughs as he says: "That's teenagers for you, Belle. They need to grow up before they really realize that there are other ways for them to voice their displeasures about stuff." His family especially turns red at this and I snicker as I read on.
Harry returned … his mind.
Yet at this I turn to my son angrily and say: "Young man, if any other prisoner – Crouch not included – ever escapes Azkaban or Auror capture, you are to follow any and all safety procedures put upon either you or the school in question, understand? I will make sure they are fair and reasonable, but they will be heard, won't they?"
And Harry nods at me before he proves me he really feels bad as he says: "They will, Sirius. And I'm sorry. I made it sound as if I didn't care for my personal safety or life being put in danger and put fun above my chance to continue living. I promise to, from now on, try not to let that happen again." I nod at him, but then No-Name shrieks:
"Try? What do you mean, try? You should –!" But I glare at her and say: "Yes, try. It proves that Harry will put in effort, but that he also acknowledges the fact that there might come factors that will either entice him or force him to break this promise. It proves that he thinks like a realist." The woman shuts her mouth at this and I read on.
Hermione opened … on Ron.
Harry glared at Hermione over this as it was just the previous year that Ron admitted to them both that he had a fear for spiders, but the girl seemed not to care for this. She had turned back to her homework and suddenly Harry realized something. The girl's had the cat for almost two months now, but he hadn't spotted her teaching Crookshanks anything. "Does she think because he is as old as he looks that he doesn't need training or something?" He wondered to himself.
"Every pet, regardless of age, needs at least some kind of training. Heck, even I needed training after finishing my Animagus Transformation. Yes, it was humiliating and yes, James took the mickey out of me more often than I'd like to remember, but it had to happen." I tell the ballroom at large and some of them snicker as I read on.
"Just keep … say anything. What neither of them knew was that Harry had stopped copying either of their work a while ago. He did do it for the homework he handed in to the teachers, but he also wrote essays of his own. By now he had a personal dream for his future. After graduation, he would get himself a house with a secret room or a room with a special kind of lock and he would frame and hang his best essays in that room, for him to enjoy and feel proud of for the rest of his life.
At this I smile at my son in pride and I ask: "Would you be willing to share that room with us?" To which Harry makes me tear up as he says: "Only if you're okay with filling the room with essays of your own as well as mum and dad." Remus and I nod at him, me loving the fact that he cares for us all this much and I read on.
Crookshanks was … rats, Ron!"
"And so do owls, but Hedwig never went after Scabbers, though." Parvati then says, her face proving she had wanted to say this back then, but Harry shrugs and says: "Hedwig doesn't have Crookshanks' talent." Yet Hermione also sighs and says: "Though Harry's thoughts were spot on too. I defended Crookshanks, but didn't train him."
Yet at this Harry turns to her and says: "You know why you didn't. You know you and McGonagall both made a mistake back then, but –." And to my shock does he turn to all the other teachers and says: "I also have to say, all of you were just as guilty. Just as blind." And most teachers seem to agree with him as I read on.
"There's something … boys' dormitories. Hermione stormed back to where Harry was still sitting and the boy decided to try and be the mediator between the two of them yet again. "He's not right about that whole "first" thing, but – maybe you should try and teach Crookshanks to, as you say, understand that it's wrong." Yet when Hermione snaps: "And when am I supposed to do that?" Did Harry glare at her and think: "If you don't have time for a pet, you shouldn't have bought one." And he coldly told her this before leaving for the dorm himself, his Astronomy homework left on the table.
Ron was … wooden pail. Harry noticed her sending a guilty look his way and realized that she felt bad for snapping at him for his suggestion. He nodded at this and silently hoped she would, at least, try to find the time to do as he suggested.
"He's hiding … was right!"
This really hits home with the girl, probably even more than it did back then because she now knows why it happened and then Amelia looks at Bill and Fudge, who both nod at her before she says: "Mss. Brown, I can tell you that Dumbledore has lost all rights to his finances and that part of those finances will be used to reimburse you.
You will be gifted a new pet by the Dumbledore funds and your family will be enabled to move to whatever home they want by the Trelawney funds. You have my word." And while the girl is being comforted by her best friend and best friend's sister, does she send a grateful smile at the woman as I continue reading.
The whole … very much."
Yet I can't help but look at the girl curiously and suddenly ask: "Did you lose a family member when you were young?" Everyone looks at this shocked and Hermione shrieks: "HOW DID YOU KNOW?" Instantly proving my entire theory correct. "You never got over it. He or she meant so much to you that you never moved on."
I whisper, feeling for the poor thing something horrible as I remember exactly what made me realize this; Lily losing her father when she was 13 years old and her father actually being the only parent who truly supported her, whereas her mother only did that out of her belief it was her obligation as a mother and a housewife.
Lily herself had been devastated at this and had withdrawn into herself so horribly, she started looking at everything from a logical standpoint, trying with all her might not to let her emotions out or show towards anything. This escalated horribly and was only really noticed when the girl said: "Wow, thank you." To getting an award for her high marks.
The teachers had, only then, realized what was going on and had instantly pulled her from all classes and forced her to see a Mind Healer. James had, however, noticed the signs much sooner and had done something Lily was later very grateful for; he had left her alone, so she could get her time to grieve without annoying interruptions.
All of it had taken from the end of September 1973 to the day before New Year's Eve and Lily had not returned to classes until even a week after that. But the feisty, spirited, educated and well-mannered girl who had stepped into the Charms Classroom in 1974 had made everyone, Badgers and Lions, feel better and smile as she took her place.
I then realize that I have zoned out and look around. Harry and Blaise have gone to sit with the girl, who is crying something horrible and is whispering about her uncle. I myself turn to Lavender and say: "Some people, when young and losing a loved one, don't want to acknowledge this, so they rather look at everything logically.
It is a scary process as it can make them completely careless or even oblivious to the feelings of others or even their own. I've seen it almost destroy someone when I was the age you were when your bunny died. That's what made me realize it." Lavender looks intrigued by this and after waiting for Hermione to calm down, do I read on.
Professor McGonagall … all lesson.
Harry himself was definitely mad at Hermione for being so careless in her words, but he didn't think Ron should have spoken out either. This was something between his best friend and her dorm mate and he both hoped and dreaded how they might work it out when it came to spending the night in the same dorm room. He personally hoped that it wouldn't end in either girl ending up in the Hospital Wing.
Harry still … Ron stubbornly.
At this I shake my head and while Arthur turns to his son and says: "Listen to me, young man. What Sirius just told Harry counts for you as well, you hear me?" Do I think: "With these two being friends, we are going to give out many similar warnings, I just know it." And while Ron says: "Yeah dad, I get it." Do I read on.
Harry waited … next lesson."
"I really wish you lot would be open and explain to him why you're not signing the form, but I can't imply that I am not grateful for the fact that you are trying to keep him safe. That does mean the world to me, Minerva, don't get me wrong." I gratefully tell the woman and she sighs, but still smiles back at me as I read on.
There was … into Hogsmeade, not to mention the way that Ron and Hermione, the longer it lasted, made it look as if this whole Go-or-don't-go thing was between them instead of it being Harry's problem.
"Is there anything you two can't make an argument out of? Or make it about yourselves instead of helping Harry past it or something?" A Hufflepuff who seems to be in Ginny's year asks and Harry rolls his eyes as he says: "They argued about whether or not they argued three times this month." At which I snicker and read on.
"There's always … everyone elseor if someone would finally acknowledge that it was the night that he lost his parents. Nothing anyone … left behindthough he did try to make himself feel better by thinking up ways he himself could acknowledge and honor his parents for their sacrifice. Dean Thomas … no good.
The teachers, at first, start to look bad over this, but when Minerva wants to glare at Dean over this, does Dennis Creevey say: "Wow, you guys don't hang out together much, but you sure are close. Willing to do something illegal just to do your dorm mate a favor. That's loyalty." And Minerva glares at him instead as I read on.
Ron half-heartedly … through them.This was followed with more arguing that made the whole thing more about them wanting to argue than their need to make Harry feel better.
"It's official! Your trio needs to become a foursome. Harry needs someone who can be a real mediator and keep you two focused away from your constant tension, so you can keep your heads straight when you want to make my son feel better." I sternly tell the two, who look so shocked they nod without realizing it and I read on.
Percy had … missing anything."
This makes practically the whole ballroom become divided between people slapping themselves on the forehead, cracking up laughing or respecting Percy enough they are trying to hide the fact that they want to crack up laughing. Yet I send the red-faced boy a grateful smile nonetheless and this makes him feel better as I read on.
On Halloween … act normally and trying to remember what he was planning to do once he was well enough alone.
"We'll bring … Harry's disappointment, though that was because, the night before, Lee had actually noticed what the two were doing and spat: "Wow, you two are seriously selfish." Before leaving for his dorm room.
"That's the second time now." Collin points out and he goes on: "You did the same thing back in the first book, when you comforted Harry about the students turning on him." And Harry laughs: "Yeah, he's a better mediator than I could ever be." Yet then the twins make the whole situation perfect as they grab Lee and say:
"Sorry, Harry. He's ours. He's part of our trio of friends and we don't share." Making Harry look at them confused, but then he laughs and says: "Guys, you're idiots. I've had my fourth member secretly part of our group for years." And even I feel like an idiot as he turns a proud smirk at Neville. The boy smiles back and I read on.
"Don't worry … the feast. I got some plans. Have a … the Dementors?"
"Wait, we are almost two months later – and you are still going on about that? Have there been any mentions of the Dementors approaching Harry that we don't know about?" Belle asks confused, but when the teachers shake their heads, does she hum and say: "Wow, you're really unoriginal." Making Draco blush as I read on.
Harry ignored … Gryffindor Tower.He was planning to spend some time in either the common room or his dorm until lunch, when he'd go and honor his parents for their sacrifice.
"Password?" said … worn off. Harry wondered if he could possibly get to know some of them as there were a few who were in the same years as his team mates, but he didn't get a chance.
"Harry! Harry! … work done." It was definitely true that Harry had been trying to be more active in Colin's life and that he has been getting more into small talk and short conversations with the Second year, but he couldn't get himself to do so today, seeing the occasion.
This makes Colin turn red and he nods as he says: "I can see that. I actually spent the following hour worshipping both you, your studious nature and recapping all the times you had been doing that. I really missed the reason you were doing so." But Harry obviously doesn't care for this and just smiles at him as I read on.
After that … like working, his mind was too busy constantly going back to his plans for lunch and the reminder of what had happened that day was making him too emotional to focus on homework. He turned … little friends?"
"Says the man that wants to hang innocent kids up by their thumbs and gets excited over the idea of students going into the Forest and not coming back." Filius mutters and Pomona turns to Amelia as she asks: "Can't you take him in for questioning over those facts? He is a danger to the students." Amelia nods and I read on.
Harry shrugged … his office wondering if this could be the chance to learn more about his father's old friend and feeling that today of all days was the perfect chance for that.
This makes my beloved sigh and he mutters: "It really would have been – if I hadn't made it a personal tradition to forget that fact, especially on days of the full-moon. I shouldn't have done that, not when you had so much rights to know more about them." And Harry goes to sit with him, hugging him close as I continue reading.
In the … Harry awkwardly as he suddenly realized he had no idea how to broach the fact that he knew the man had once known his father in the first place.
"You shouldn't have felt that way. It was my responsibility to start about that and it was remiss of me to not do that and to postpone it for as long as I did. I just –." Remy tries, but Harry interrupts him by nodding and saying: "You expected the others who knew them and worked there to have already done so. I get it, Remus, don't worry."
And yet again I send an unimpressed look at the teachers, Filius, Minerva and Hagrid all turning various shades of red. And while I turn back to the book, do I think: "Hagrid better feel the worst. Constantly inviting my boy for tea, but not telling him of his parents." And I shake my head behind the book as I read on.
Lupin tapped … more tea. Part of him had wanted to breach the subject of that fateful night when Voldemort was brought up, but he had kept quiet. "That's just not a way to bring that subject up. It's dishonorable to their sacrifice." He thought to himself.
"So is staying out of the life of the one they died to safe for a good decade." Remy groans and Amelia asks: "Seriously, why does this lad show better morals than most of us adults do?" To which Harry boldly answers: "I grew up with the most immoral Muggles ever." And while this does explain it, does it also make me sigh as I read on.
"So you've … the goblet, wanting to study it and hoping he could one day brew it himself.
"Had we not been reading these books, I would have sincerely doubted that." Severus says, shocking us all as he has apparently been back in the room for a while if his stance against the wall next to the doors is any indication. "But considering what we have read so far – I might consider giving you the recipe, but only to study it.
You will not try to brew it on your own. You will only do so in a safe and well-protected environment. Whether that be my own classroom or another room set up for potions making, I don't care. I won't hear of you trying this formula unsupervised." Harry nods at this, his eyes proving he won't defy the man's orders and I read on.
Lupin smiled … he said.
"That – is a severe understatement. Though I do believe the combination of that draught and having you and Snuffles back in my life will make the next full moon a lot more bearable, my lovely puppy." Remus tells me, his voice taking on a very husky and utterly sexy undertone at the end and while I try to suppress a shudder, do I read on.
"This potion … his hands. He really didn't get why as he had learned just two years ago that Snape was to be trusted a lot more than his character and behavior made him out to be, but perhaps it was his instinctual need not to see anything happen to those that were, to him, links to a long lost past.
"Professor Snape's … teacup down. He figured he had messed up by saying what he did. Lupin obviously trusted Snape as much as Harry secretly did and didn't like hearing bad things about those that were willing to help him. Harry knew how that felt and decided to broach the topic of his parents another time.
"You were quite wrong, pup. I was already expecting you to be like that towards Severus, but I was afraid that your curious nature would make you realize about my true nature and didn't want you finding out. I was a fool and a coward." My Remy tells our son and yet Harry doesn't seem to care as he hugs the man close and I read on.
The empty … their lives.
Harry himself had spent his time up until lunch just wandering the castle, letting his feet take him through the many passageways. At lunch he had taken to the Great Hall, picked up some sweets, fruits and two goblets of water and had taken them to the large oak tree standing on the edge of the Black Lake.
There he had used one of the sharper knives to cut a heart into the side of the tree, only with the outline of the heart being the words "Honor to the Potters." He had then dipped the bits of food and candy into the water and rubbed them over the heart, whispering:
Yet at this point I am too emotionally caught up and my throat has completely tightened down on itself, making me unable to utter another word. I lie the book down and say: "Anyone who can get through this, you read. I – I just –." And Alastor, who has a look that proves he understands, summons the book and reads on.
"Happy Halloween, mum and dad. I – I don't really know your favorite foods, but – I hope you like these. Your sacrifice is as strong as this oak tree and I am as healthy as this fruit and these sweets combined. I really hope you like this – and thank you for still watching over me. I know you are."
And while the man's voice is normally ruff and he usually has this no-nonsense tone to it, does he now clear his throat before reading and his voice actually sounds exactly like Harry – if he were to be an adult – would have sounded. This makes it so that there are barely any dry eyes in the room and Moody coughs before he reads on.
"Thanks," said … discussing Snape. Harry did want to tell them about what he did to honor his parents, but decided he would just leave it for what it was for now; a private matter.
At this I turn to my son and he is already smiling at my Remy and me. This makes me smile back at him and then Remus makes everything come full circle. He turns to the teachers and says: "Starting next year, our son will be home for the Halloween Feast. No discussion." The teachers nod, Harry smiles at them and Alastor reads on.
"But if … Great Hall. He himself didn't believe that as he had learned his lesson from last year, but he'd rather talk about potential theories than not talk about anything and let his mind wander. Instead he focused on the Great Hall decorations. It had … Charms teacher. Yet Harry recognized what the man was doing right away, because he himself was doing the same thing. He was keeping himself busy, to keep his mind off the grief.
Harry moved … was natural?
Harry would have found this suspicious in any other situation, but he had learned his lesson and realized there might be a perfectly good reason behind this. Perhaps Snape had made some alterations of the draught he fed Lupin and wanted to see if these were affecting the man. Considering his own love for the subject, Harry could see something like that being the truth.
"Actually, because it was the day after the full moon and the first of those that was on a day off, I wanted to see what the Pepper up portion of the draught was doing to you while you had a day off. That and I wanted to see if the draught had any effects on your emotional state, seeing what the day was and all that."
Severus tells us and Remus nods at this as he says: "To be honest, Severus, I was very, very grateful that you came when you did. My emotions were almost getting the better of me before Harry came around and I was, sort of, using him as a way to keep them contained. Your potion made that easier." Severus hums intrigued and Alastor reads on
PS. I checked and the full moon was on Saturday the 30th of that month. It confused me at first, but this little plot twist made it make sense.
The feast … botched beheading.
To his shock, they also re-enacted a woman dying to save her son. And while they didn't give any names, did Harry recognize it for what it was. It was the ghosts' way of honoring his mother.
He had looked away from it and at Dumbledore, but the man had looked just as shocked as he felt, making it clear this hadn't been done on his request. Harry had pushed back on the tears that threatened to spill at this and vowed to seek Nick out sometime soon to thank him for this.
And the fact that the woman was played by a ghost who has a darker shade of grey hair made it all even better as this hinted at the chance that she was a redhead before her death. That was the detail that sealed the deal for Harry.
"It had been Nearly Headless Nick's way of thanking me for how I saved his Death Day party from being ruined again. I felt really touched that he wanted to do it like that, but when he asked if he should do it every year, I declined. It was his Death Day too, after all." Harry tells us and I feel proud of him as Alastor reads on.
It had … Dumbledore. Quick."
Here I groan and say: "Thanks Alastor, I'll take it from here. Better I read of me being an idiot myself." And while Alastor sends me an unimpressed, but intrigued look, does he lie the book down himself. I summon it the same way he did and while a lot of Lions are sending me fake angry glares, do I continue my own reading.
People's heads … Sirius Black."
This makes Belle look at me shocked, but I say: "A dangerous threat to my, at the time, godson was behind her form and I wanted Harry safe. I was also trying not to think of what day it was and that made me – unreasonable. That and I was really used to just change into Snuffles when my emotions got the better off me."
Yet here I frown and mutter: "However, normally when I do that, my emotions calm down and I manage to find myself some dark corner, lie down and calm down. I just – don't get why the opposite happened that night." To this Naminé walks over and asks: "Do you want me to check for you?" And I thankfully nod at her.
What could it be?
Well, while Naminé will spend the next chapter finding out, everyone else is going to have to deal with the SECOND TO WORST Quidditch match of Harry's career. And of course, there is only one person who can read that chapter. And yes, when I think of who the next reader will be, my nasty streak comes out to play.
Sue me,
Venquine1990
PS. Just thought I'd let you all know, I have a Twitter. Yes, I am plugging my own social media, so what?
