Hey everyone,
So in this chapter we are going a little further into the whole full moon thing. I know one of you was wondering about that, about why Remus would take it after the full moon and about how he became sick in the upcoming chapter. You and I discussed this and I came with a solution that I think you are going to like.
Have fun, Crawford,

Venquine1990


Chapter 67
Different Kinds Of Demons

3rd of July 1995
Ballroom, Beast's Castle
Amos' POV

"Dad, if this is headed to where I think it is, you should be the next reader." My son tells me after we watch Naminé perform her magic on Sirius the same way she did on Harry back on Sora's home island and I nod at him, happy to once more be an active part of this group. I walk over to the group in question and ask for the book.
Harry hands it to me while Remus gently takes Sirius, who is now asleep, in his lap. And yet again I feel quite horrible that, all those years ago, the Ministry that I worked for was responsible for breaking up this amazing couple and keeping them, not only apart, but away from a boy who needed them so badly so obviously.
Harry, over the course of these books, has proven me he is nothing like I imagined and I feel like a right fool for having spent most of the last decade and a half on the belief that I should make Cedric better than a famous hero. In the worst ways possible, I let myself be influenced by fame and fortune and I hate myself for it.

Since then I have worked my hardest to make sure that the Ministry makes up for the mistake it made all those years and I already have a nice group of employees on my side. But I do have to do it quietly and without attracting too much attention as Umbridge has been on the warpath ever since she was taken out of the reading.
And while I now know that it was Lucius who actually initiated this, does the pink-clad woman seem adamant to believe that it is Harry who did it. I can, of course, not blame her as Harry is the one who started the whole reading process, but even when Cornelius and Lucius banded together to convince her otherwise did she refuse to do so.
And while I really don't get why she is so adamant to hurt a boy who has already suffered ever so much, do I decide not to focus on that. Especially because we have someone just as adamant and stubborn in our mix right now who is just as keen in her need to hurt Harry. And so after glaring at No-Name, do I start to read.

Chapter 9
Grim defeat

Instantly I turn to the man who now has his head covered in a bowl of metallic plates, but Remus shakes his head and says: "It wasn't him, though I'd personally use a slightly different title. Change the word grim for something synonymous to fearful or something." This confuses and worries me and so I start to read.

Professor Dumbledore … the Hall. Harry could tell that he was trying extremely hard to have his caring tone overlap the annoyance and anger he obviously felt and believed that the man must have wanted just a normal Halloween night, but that the show by the ghosts and the attack by Black have ruined this.
Harry himself was in two-battle over this. He was angered at Black for attacking the Fat Lady, but he also felt angered at Dumbledore for being against the ghost putting on the show that they did.
"I'm afraid … Hermione shuddered, but Harry disagreed. "Someone smart enough to fool the Dementors this long and escape Azkaban? No, Black wouldn't come here during the feast. He'd know he'd be walking to the gallows if he did, that it'd be the same as approaching the Dementors." He told his friends, but this, for some reason, seemed to make Hermione shudder even more.

"I didn't want to think of Sirius – or I think for the book's sake, I should say Black – as intelligent. Intelligence, in my mind is similar to power, the smarter someone is, the stronger this person is. Black was strong and scary enough in my eyes, I didn't want to add to that." The girl explains to her best friend before I read on.

All around … by stealth.

"And yet the whole place is also littered with all kinds of passageways leading out and has a hidden chamber that is impossible to be connected to the ward scheme because it is so far down. Seriously, that reputation is just one big scam." Harry mutters, lying on his back and still managing to turn his eyes skyward as I read on.

You can't … them covered..."

"Except for the fact that Dumbledore was being crazy lenient with letting teens be teens and that he was all bark and no bite, not coming true to the promises he left the public. Besides, all year, I don't think I saw Filch even near one of these passageways out." Harry tells us, making me hate the ancient man even more as I read on.

"The lights … more talking!"
Harry could easily hear that the lad was going to do everything he could to put everyone in their sleeping bags, but that he held little hope for the chance that the students would stop talking. He was just saying it for appearance sake and seeing what he did for the sake of his mother, Harry could see why Percy would do so.
The candles … restore her."

"I found it." Naminé says, shocking us and astounding me with her incredible timing and she frowns something horrible as she says: "I – I can't believe this. That – that is just – I have no words. This is on levels of Castle Oblivion, on level with – with – with Marluxia and Larxene. I just – I just can't – I have no words."
"What did you find, Naminé?" Riku asks in concern and the girl looks at him as she says: "A curse. One that was on the very names of the Potters. I spotted it after re-watching the memory of that Halloween night a few times. Every time he thought of how either James or Lily had to be avenged the curse's effects would worsen."

Everyone looks at this in various levels of horror and disgust and then suddenly Pomona curses the name of the man who might as well be deemed Undesirable #1 by this point. We turn to her and she says: "I saw him. He left the castle just as the Third years and older were leaving for Hogsmeade. He went to Godric's Hollow.
He gave me a smile and wink, so at the time I thought he had used the fact that Mr. Potter didn't have a sign slipped as an excuse to finally take the boy there, but didn't want to be caught taking the boy out of the school. I thought he might have Harry hiding himself somehow as he left. Ugh, I can't believe he tricked me like that!"
Her colleagues instantly go over to her to comfort and reassure her, but my gaze is at Naminé, who seems capable of crushing the metal under her hands she is that angry. Yet Sora distracts her from this as he asks: "Can you fix it?" The girl nods and says: "Yes, but it gets worse. The curse is time-based. It reactivates every Halloween."
This makes Harry gasp in concerned horror, but then Naminé's eyes widen and she mutters: "That – that's really impressive. Looks like he was able to fight it last year. He was so busy worrying over Harry and the letter Harry had sent him, he didn't really give himself time to think about either Lily or James that night."
Harry sighs in relief and Naminé looks at him as she says: "You really have one incredible parent, you know.""And it would be just as incredible if you could heal him of this, Naminé." Remus tells the young girl, who nods and goes to work. And after spotting that Pomona has been reassured, do I turn my focus back on the book.

Harry heard … slightly abashed, yet these words held a hint of emotion to them that Harry picked up on and that really concerned him. Dumbledore left … left. Harry, who wondered if he was the only one who noticed the strange tone of emotion, glanced sideways … Ron mouthed and Harry knew he didn't just mean the conversation they overheard just now.
They too had heard that tone in the Headmaster's voice, that tone that said the man actually intended to die at some point, as if he was telling either Snape or Percy that either of the two would be his successor and keep the Dementors out of the castle come his departure. Harry, after being unable to answer his friend, managed to fall asleep, all the while wondering how he should feel about all of this.

"Surely he wouldn't leave the school in my hands? I mean, yeah I was Head Boy – but – but – but – but still!" Percy exclaims, shock and terror sounding through his voice and while his brothers comfort him, does Ron say: "No, he was talking to Professor Snape more than to you when he said that, Percy. It was all part of his plan."
Everyone looks at the boy and he says: "It makes sense, doesn't it? Dumbledore has been working up to You – to Voldemort's return for the past four years. And he knows Vol – that Voldemort wants him dead as much as he wants Harry dead. He wanted to use that to his advantage, along with the constant concerns about Snape."

"Mr. Weasley, surely you're not suggesting –!" Minerva gasps and Ron nods as he says: "Let Snape kill Dumbledore and assure his place in Voldemort's ranks in such a way Voldemort will want him as Headmaster, so that Dumbledore – as a portrait – can continue to use him to guide – read manipulate – the students, especially Harry.
After all, the one thing Dumbledore loves to do above all others is make Harry miserable. And what, other than losing his loved ones, would make Harry more miserable than to have his most hated teacher as his Headmaster, in a position where the man himself can get away with any punishment, no matter how cruel or whatever.
No offense, sir." He ends the whole thing and Snape is glaring into nothingness as he snarls: "I really hate your ability to think strategy right now, Mr. Weasley. Considering how much that sounds like something that old coot would likely do." And while a new wave of horror goes through the ball room, do I hurry up and read on.

The school … few days even though Harry, Ron and Hermione used every chance they had to get alone to discuss what they overheard on Halloween night.
The theories …flowering shrub.

This makes a lot of the students snort and hold back on snorts and snickers, yet Remus actually bursts out laughing, shocking everyone. Yet the teachers seem to understand why as they suddenly work hard to hold up a professional front. All except Filius and Pomona who are both laughing just as much and hard as the werewolf is.
"Hey, share the fun!""Yeah, what you're laughing about?" The twins ask and Remus whimpers as he tries to contain his breath. "Allow me, misters Weasley. Imagine the famous, ladies-men Sirius Black on his first date with umpteenth conquest, only to almost get caught by Pomona here. He and his date run for it – straight in Devil's Snare."
This shocks me, but then I remember something and I think: "No, it – it can't be." And Pomona, who has calmed down, proves me right: "Well, that girlfriend of his was really frightened and had a habit of messing up her spell knowledge if she got scared. So she tried to save him with a charm, but – but instead – she – she turned him – she –!"

Here the woman again loses herself to her laughter and while I suddenly vividly remember the other three Marauders walking the hallways with a potted plant in their hands for a few days during my Seventh, their Third, does Hannah gasp: "No way, it – it can't be – I was right?" But Remus shakes his head and says:
"Half right, Mss. Abbot. Sirius might not have been changed into a scrub, but he was changed into a plant. A small bush of Camellia, to be exact. And the funniest bit of it all is the meaning behind that flower. Do you know why, Harry?" The boy seems to think and he says: "Because it means Your destiny is in my hands?"
His father nods and laughs as he says: "Exactly. And that was almost exactly what he was telling that poor girl as he was trying to get free. She was so focused on those words that they became the center of her wrong little bit of magic and boom! A small brush of Camellia, just lying there innocently on the ground."

Everyone looks at this shocked and a girl from Ravenclaw asks: "For how long was he like that?" And I answer: "Several days. I remember – I remember seeing you three – I – I mean –." But Remus nods at me and I say: "I remember seeing you lot walk through the halls with that potted bit of flowers several times.
By the end of it all, we were sure they were your way of distracting us from that prank you pulled at the end." At this Remus shrugs and says: "What can we say? Sirius may have deserved his punishment, but he didn't deserve to have the whole school know of it. So in the end, that prank became the distraction."
At this I nod as it was quickly forgotten after the prank how no one had seen Sirius for the amount of days that the Marauders were carrying those flowers around and everyone was of the belief that that carrying was the decoy, allowing Sirius the time he needed to set up the prank. And while snickers still sound all around, do I read on.

The Fat … to volunteer."
Except that Harry, who had grown close to the portraits and ghosts in his first year, knew different. He even heard Sir Nicholas complain quite loudly to the Headmaster that it wasn't impossible to just put the opening behind a bit of wall and that he would happily guard said bit.
But Dumbledore denied this and said, "This is your punishment, Sir Nick. Next time, think before you decide to change planned, rehearsed, well-scheduled performance." And the man left the ghost sputtering behind him and left a furious Harry, who has trying to hide his anger through his need to be on time for his next class, in his wake. Sir Cadogan and Dumbledore's petty sense of revenge, however, was … guard dog.

"I actually made sure that she wouldn't find out. I could only imagine the embarrassment she would cause us all if she heard about it. Also I –." But then I read ahead and smile as I say: "Just a minute, Percy. There is more on this bit." The boy spots my reassuring smile and nods, while his ex-mother glares at him and I read on.

Though the latter was obviously an act as Percy really changed into the brother Harry knew him to be to Ron and the others when they were walking corridors by themselves and was even teaching him stuff that, according to Percy, could help him come Fifth and after. It was all very complicated and even made Harry wonder if he would be able to remember it all, but he appreciated the help nonetheless.

Here Percy grins and uses his robe to polish his nails as Arthur asks: "You taught him about his family, didn't you?" And Percy answers: "His family, how to handle finances, what was expected of an Heir and what of a Lord, how the Wizengamot worked, what the Potters accomplished and some other stuff like that."
But then suddenly he turns to Harry in worry and asks: "You do still remember all of that, don't you? Seeing how care-free Dumbledore is with Obliviating you and whatnot?" To which Harry lowers his head and says: "Sorry Percy, I only remember that you taught me, not what you taught me." Percy grimaces at this and I read on.

To cap … training sessions."
Harry left the office a little later, feeling it to be utterly ridiculous that they only implanted this safety procedure after the attack, but then again he didn't blame McGonagall on that. "After all, a Headmaster that lets a Three-headed dog, a dragon and Accromantulas on and near a castle full of innocent kids doesn't think nor really care for the safety of students."
And this, for the umpteenth time made him wonder what Dumbledore's true reason was for not letting the Dementors near. His personal guess was that the Dementors might just affect Dumbledore on the same level as they did Harry. "Heavens forbid that. He might actually feel a sense of guilt for his actions." Harry thought, snorting just before he reached the Gryffindor common room.

"No, I found out about his true reason at the end of the year." Harry growls, raging fury and deep hatred sounding through his voice and Hermione gasps as she mumbles: "No! No surely – surely not!" But Harry doesn't say another word, obviously lost in his own thoughts of fury and as Hermione seeks comfort with Blaise, do I read on.

The weather … Fred impatiently.

At this, while the girls giggling had made me feel a new burst of pride, makes me glare at the redhead, but then my own son puts his hand on my shoulder and says: "Don't, dad. You know you thought no better of your opponents when you played." And while I feel glad I never told him how true his words actually are, do I sigh and read on.

"I don't … than ever. Harry could actually hear Hogwarts trying desperately to have her incredible magic keep the worst of the storm at bay, but she was howling in pain and agony as there was some kind of force holding her back. And it didn't take Harry long to realize who this was. His hatred for the Headmaster grew. What person who could sense his honorable and beloved castle in so much pain would not let on when all she wanted was to keep her inhabitants safe?

Here everyone turns to the boy in question, but he has a look of guilt on his face. "Hog – Hogwarts and – and I made – made a deal. At the start of the year. She was hurting, again. Because of him, again. But – she knew I'd be in danger by him, again and – and she – she didn't want me to worry about that and her.
She promised me she would let me have full control over how our connection went once the danger had passed, but – in return – I had to allow her to close it off until it had." Here he turns to his friends and says: "That's why it was so hard to search for those solutions. I no longer had Hogwarts to help me look for it. I –."
But the girl shakes her head and says: "In your own way, Harry, did you fix this problem in the end. You got rid of Dumbledore and, I'm sure once we get back and you take time to talk to Hogwarts again, she will give you back that control. And she'll probably feel much better, much stronger." Harry nods and I read on.

It was … next day, though he did tame that heavy concern with thoughts on how he would get back at the blonde after the match was won. Oliver Wood … looping him –"

"There's a reason this is being mentioned, isn't there?" Riku asks and Harry nods, though he smirks at Severus as he does this and says: "Yeah, though it didn't have all of the results that a certain someone was expecting." The man sends him a silently raised eyebrow, but Harry just keeps smirking in victory and so I just shrug and read on.

Harry skidded … it was.

At this everyone turns to our favorite werewolf and he says: "It had to do with last full moon. Moony had been pretty vicious that night because it was the night before he lost his pack and he was still part of my conscious when Sirius attacked. He realized what this meant and – well – he wanted something I didn't want to accept at the time."
"What did he want?" Ron asks and Remus smiles, a strong and mixed sense of guilt and love showing on his face as he says: "He wanted to break out. Break out and hunt his mate. Hunt him and – and complete the bond that was formed all those years ago, when we first realized who our mate was. I couldn't accept that, at the time."
At this Ron turns red, obviously feeling ashamed and abashed that he was the one who asked and then suddenly a familiar arm wraps itself around Remus' neck, the man happily bending down and I see Sirius, awake and without the cocoon around his head, pulling himself up, the two sharing an upside down kiss full of love.
"I love you, but you would have utterly destroyed either me or my other form." Sirius whispers as he breaks the kiss and Remus answers: "I know. Makes me glad I refused him at the time, even if it did make me very ill. Too ill for Severus' potion to use to its full potential." And while this annoys the man in question, do I read on.

"Five more …be fifty."

This alone makes me look at the man in shock, but the man seems uncaring and he says: "Compared to everything else, my actions are pointless, really." To which Harry smirks and says: "Oh sir, you have no idea how right you are." This again makes the man send Harry a heated glare, but the boy again remains silent and so I read on.

Harry walked … of organization."

"You need to chose your wording better if you want them to understand that." Riku mutters angrily and a lot of others nod in agreement. I myself quickly skim through the rest of this bit of the chapter and sigh at the end before I say: "It's not going to get better. Just let me read this, okay?" Everyone nods and I read on.

"He's the … said Snape.

Instantly Sirius is on his feet, fury on his face and anger radiating off his form. But while Snape jumps up as well, his wand in hand in a defensive stance, does Harry follow his mother's example, only he seems to whisper something in the man's ear. Sirius frowns at this and then looks shocked before he sits down again, sighing in relief.
Everyone looks at this shocked and Snape actually lowers his wand a little, confused and shocked at what just happened. "You'll probably hear it in a few chapters, sir. I'd say sometime between now and when Professor Lupin started giving me special lessons." And while he puts his emphasis on the title, does he sit down and do I read on.

"But, sir … all are..."
Harry noted how lazily Snape said this last bit and instantly realized it. Snape was already well aware of how Dumbledore already knew of this. "How couldn't he? He's the one who hired both Quirrell and Lockhart." Harry thought. "Please, sir … insufferable know-it-all."

This makes the entirety of Gryffindor rise up, all of them either shouting at the man or working their hardest not to either draw their wand or curse the man. Yet then, strangely enough, one of them notices something that silences her verbal abuse of the man and she is followed by her close friends and later the rest.
All of them look a mix of shocked, terrified and glad that they're not Snape, if their looks are anything to go by and I look over their heads at who they are gazing at. My own eyes widen and my blood runs cold as I spot it. Blaise Zabini. The young fifteen year old, tanned boy has actually changed his appearances quite drastically.

Where he used to be tanned with very short stubble of hair going over most of his head and with brown eyes, does his skin now resemble the darkest night and have his eyes lost their pupils, his dark black irises now expanded all over his eye-sockets, making the furious glare he sends his Head of House looking all the more threatening.
His clothes have also been ripped as all of his muscles have bulged and his hands and feet have sprouted claws, one even growing out of the back of both his ankles and one pair growing out of his elbows. A ring of spikes grows out of the part where his neck meets his shoulders and from this new cloths form.
A single robe, quite like that of Axel and Roxas, but then made of a material so dark it looks as if shadows themselves have been woven into it covers the whole boy, bar his feet and elbows. Here a ring of metal grows to surround the ones on his elbows and shoes without toes and with an open back appear on his feet.

Everyone looks either shocked, horrified or terrified of the boy, who is glaring at his Head of House as if he wants to condemn him to the darkest shadows. Then smoke reappears and Hades cackles before he asks: "Now, now, now. Who is this hottie?" And while Hermione shrieks in outrage, do we all get a shock of a lifetime.
Blaise, who is still glaring at Snape, swipes his arm upward and has his fingers cupped upward. And this actually causes for the same shadows that Hades appeared in to engulf him again and while the god yelps in shock at this, does Blaise growl: "Leave. This does not concern you." And the smoke and god do indeed vanish.

"Who is this kid that he can control when a god appears in another world?" I think to myself, the book having fallen from my grasp and then Blaise growls: "There is much I accept from you and book-you, sir. But not this. This was unacceptable." At this Snape, who is showing the same amount of horror as everyone else, nods in apology.
The boy notices this and it seems he recognizes the silent apology as a genuine one. He sighs and his irises shrink back down, allowing for the brown in his eyes to become visible once more. Instantly Hermione rushes for him and asks: "What – what – what was that all about?" And Blaise sighs in defeat before he says:
"My family descends from the Peverell line, only – we stem from a cursed branch. You see, one of the Peverell brothers, just before his death, he committed a heinous crime against death himself and death didn't accept this. He didn't consider the death of the brother enough punishment, so he punished his son as well and his son's Heir and so on."

"What – what's the curse?" Hermione asks and Blaise looks at the Beast as he says: "It – it's actually quite like your own, my Lord, but – different as well. While we're not cursed to look – different, if we were not to find love – or at least – our one true love and we try to still continue the family line – well, my mother's famous for a reason."
And instantly everyone who knows about Belladonna Zabini gasps as her reputation for her husbands all dying of mysterious reasons and under suspicious circumstances suddenly makes so much sense. Blaise nods and says: "Yeah, turns out her mate was one of Grindelwald's final victims. Isn't that great?" And he sighs in the end.
"What – I mean – I don't – that is –." Hermione babbles, but Blaise smiles at her, his looks and cloths slowly but surely changing back as he says: "Don't worry. When we find them, we know. There is no fighting that knowledge. Trust me, my great-grandfather tried and – it didn't work out." Hermione nods in relief and I read on.

Hermione went … kill werewolves.

This again seems to push the wrong buttons with the Zabini boy, but this time Hermione is sitting in his lap. And the girl astounds and really earns my respect as, without fear or hesitation, she pulls the demon boy's face towards her own and kisses him hard on the lips, showing that she really has fallen for his advances and courting.
And while the boy had been halfway through his transformation back to his original form, causing for him to now be bare from the waist up, does he still growl like a beast from hell as he pulls the studious girl closer. And the girl herself seems to actually respond to his wilder side as a guttural moan of lust and longing escapes her.
The two kiss on and on until breath becomes a requirement and the two part, but only slightly and Blaise whispers: "Sei mio, ora e per sempre. Accettalo, amore mio." And the girl lets out another moan, this one of accepting need to be close to the boy holding her close. He again kisses her deeply and I feel it.
Some kind of bond, one that isn't easily created between two so young due to their still growing, developing magic, seems to forge itself between the two, actually tying their fates together for all time. And while I am shocked and feeling humbled to be witness of this, do I wait for them to finish their kiss before I resume my reading.

Sei mio, ora e per sempre. Accettalo, amore mio is Italian for You're mine, now and forever. Accept it, my love

I want … for us!"

Sirius, who had been watching everything going on between Blaise and Hermione with a strong smile of pride and happiness, shakes his head at this and says: "I'm a lot, Ron, but I'm not stupid. I know how my form was at the time and I wouldn't have stood the slightest of a chance against him." Ron shrugs and I read on.

Harry woke … Forbidden Forest, not to mention Hogwarts herself wailing in her need to contain the worst of this all outside of her domain.
In a … that gale just like Hogwarts was battling against Dumbledore's need not to have her use her abilities the way they were supposed to be used. Finally he … more sleep thoughts of furious rage now aimed at the Headmaster who seemed to be doing this even as he himself was fast asleep, got up … the dormitory.

"How is he able to do that?" Sora asks shocked and Minerva sighs as she says: "If one is Headmaster and in charge of the wards as long as he had been, sensing and controlling them becomes second nature, something their sub-conscience actually does for them, so they can focus on other stuff." Sora looks astonished and I read on.

As Harry … Scabbers alone."
Crookshanks turned around to leave, but also turned his head towards Harry. And the look the ugly cat gave him unsettled him more than the sensation of Peeves blowing in his ear. It was as if the cat considered him his young or something and felt disappointed.

This confuses everyone, but then I notice that this isn't true. Naminé doesn't seem confused. Instead she is smiling at Harry with great happiness showing on her face. "He has a good right to that, you know? After all, unlike rats, cats can actually turn that old." She says and Harry tilts his head confused, yet Sirius gasps.
"HOW IN THE NAME OF BLOODY MERLIN DID I NOT RECOGNIZE HIM?" He shouts and we all look at the man. He himself turns to Harry and says: "When – when you – when you were little, your – your parents – they – they had this –." And while he doesn't finish, does he not have to as everyone gets what he isn't saying.
The Potters had a cat. This astounds me beyond all else and Remus too shakes his head as he says: "I can't believe I forgot either. That little thing always hated it when Harry pulled his tail, but he loved Harry nonetheless. And he always knew it when Sirius came by, whether it was in his human or his Animagus form. It really didn't matter."
"How – how – how old was –?" Harry asks, his voice breaking and Sirius answers: "A few months, only just old enough to leave the nest and be able to move about. Lily broke her own heart when she put it up for adoption shortly before they went down under. It was gone, adopted, before – before he – before they –."
But here Remus stops him and says: "Don't – we get it." And everyone nods at the man, who sags down in relief and smiles at his mate. "Harry." Hermione wants to start, but Harry just says: "Take good care of him." And Hermione smiles at her best friend, tears in her eyes at this and nods. I sniffle myself and read on.

The noise … as thunderstorms.

And while this makes me feel concerned for the boy, do I then realize it. "Quidditch. Against Hufflepuff. Against Cedric." And I turn to my son, shocked that he wants me to read about this. At first I want to feel proud and honored, but the satisfied smirk that is on his face makes this impossible and I read on, apprehensive.

Nevertheless, he … staircase again and coming up with various revenge plans, not just for Snape and Malfoy, but Dumbledore as well as he heard the storm slowly but steadily grow worse and worse and felt that Dumbledore was endangering the students by not letting Hogwarts do her job. At long … follow him.

This really doesn't make me feel any better and then I realize it. "All those times that Cedric tried to stop me from boasting about this match. All those times I cut him off. That's why he wants me to read this. He wants the book to tell me what he himself couldn't." And this makes me whisper: "No interruptions." Before I read on.

The wind … kissed her.

This triggers Blaise once more, but before he can do than have his irises take over his eyes, does the former Keeper say: "I respect the bonds of magic! I would never attempt anything that could risk them. Not to mention, I'm happily engaged, thank you very much." Blaise nods, the Quidditch team gawks and I read on.

"Brilliant!" he … of seats.

This actually seems to infuriate Remus and he grabs Sirius by the gruff of his neck as he growls: "Excuse us, just read on." And while he takes his shocked mate with him and leaves a befuddled boy behind, does the werewolf slam the doors behind him, rage clear by how harsh the slamming of the huge doors sounds to be.
Everyone looks at this shocked and Pomona sighs as she says: "Remus left. He left shortly before the match was over. He said something was wrong and that he was fighting his inner wolf over something. I never understood what he meant and he never did either, not entirely." At this Harry cringes and I read on, wondering about this myself.

Harry's numb … no more.

At this I drop the book, my hands having lost all of their strength and grip as I cannot believe what I just read. I look past where the book was before, my eyes blank in their stare and my mind almost numb as my shock, horror and especially disgust with my own actions of last summer course through me like the mentioned thunderstorm.
"Sorry dad, but you deserved it. You just wouldn't listen and – yeah." I hear Cedric mutter as he comes over to pick up the book and I lower and shake my head, muttering how I don't blame my son and how I agree with him. My son gives me a warm smile, proving all is forgiven between us and then he continues to read.

"Lucky the … admits it."

By now I wish Hades was here to make me sink through the ground and enter his domain as I feel that I would more than deserve it. "Why? Why did I never consider the circumstances? Why did I never question this? James Potter's son. A boy everyone called a natural flyer. How could I have been so stupid?" I think as my son reads on.

"Where is … drown himself."

Krum glares at the graduate over this, but Oliver says: "I was reminded of what I told Harry the year before. I thought he had taken those words to heart again and blamed myself. I wanted to scorch myself as punishment." The burly Seeker nods at this, apparently accepting the other player's words and I read on.

Harry put … Quidditch match.

"As if anyone could call that a fair loss." Sora scoffs and the twins chorus: "We did." To this the brunette rolls his eyes and says: "You're Gryffindors. Your chivalry got the better of you. I learned that much the last few days." And while only a few grumbling words are uttered in protest to this, does my son resume his reading.

After ten … ever had."

"I second that!" Charlie is actually the one to exclaim this, but then the doors open once more. And an angry, but slightly placated Remus and guilty looking Sirius reenter the ballroom, everyone looking at the pair in shocked confusion. But neither of them utters a word as they rejoin their son on his blanket and so Cedric just reads.

The team … beaten broomstick.

This makes Cedric grimace and he lowers the book before everyone turns to the recently returned duo. And Sirius only mutters one thing: "If I hadn't shown up, Remus could have stayed and could have helped Albus save Harry." And instantly everyone understands why his mate was so angry and why the man himself looks so guilty.
"No, he wouldn't have." Harry suddenly says and everyone looks at him. The boy shrugs and he says: "This was planned. Dumbledore wouldn't have fought Lady Hogwarts the way he did, if he didn't have an ulterior motive. And all those clouds and all that darkness – a perfect cover for Dementors to approach the pitch unnoticed."
Everyone looks at this horrified and Harry sighs as he says: "And I have one last final piece of evidence that proves this. I was high – high up in the air and yet – I was the first to sense them. How? They were on the grounds, near the stands. How did I sense them before all of the spectators did? Unless someone helped them."
And dead silence follows this, no one actually able to say another word as they all realize the same thing. Harry is right. With the Dementors on the grounds, the students should have sensed them when they approached the stands. But they didn't and this was because Dumbledore actually helped these foul, foul demon monsters.


Uhm, EXCUSE ME!
HOW IN THE NAME OF THE NINE HELLS DID NO ONE EVER REALIZE THIS? Talk about ultimate proof and evidence of Dumbledore, his inner darkness and the schemes he was willing to pull. I can't believe it took me all these years and writing this chapter before I realized the full extent of all this.
On another note: I just want you all to know something. I plan to, over time, have parts of the books be replaced by the self-added stuff that I have been throwing into these books. Though please note that this WON'T happen until AFTER they are done reading the Goblet of Fire. Also, they will skip the last few chapters entirely.
Why? It's the future for them and I am really building up this evil Dumbledore stuff. That and I hate practically everything about OotP – as you all know by now – and because I can only imagine how much fun I can have with this story and let my imagination run wild once I start to really mess with the cannon content.
You lot in?

Venquine1990
PS. I changed the title of this chapter a good four/five times before I was satisfied.