Chapter 62: Memories

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The February wind blew harshly across the grounds rattling the windows and making several girls scream as they headed off to lessons. Alanna and Jeff were battling across the grounds, trying to hold what they had with them.

"God, I can't believe that people live here when it's cold," Jeff yelled.

Alanna said nothing because she couldn't hear him.

They entered the castle and went for the Headmaster's office hoping to run into Remus and luckily found him coming out of one of the classrooms.

"Miss Wolff, Mr. Byrd," Remus said politely.

"Mr. Lupin," Alanna said. "Can I have a talk with you?"

He nodded and then opened the door and let them pass.

"So what do you want to talk to me about?" Remus asked when he had closed the door.

"I was wondering if you've noticed anything odd about your house?" she asked him.

He looked at her strangely.

"Why do you ask?" he asked.

"Because your house ate a dog," she told him. "And we've had a talk with it and it said that the dog was annoying it. I'm afraid that the house might become too dangerous if you and your wife continue to live there."

Remus sighed, not believing what he was hearing.

"I'll have a talk with her," Remus said.

Alanna smiled at him.

"I'll appreciate that," she said. "And thanks for your time."

And they both left.

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Professor Dumbledore found himself back in the hospital wing and this time he was on edge. First with his wife upset that she wasn't pregnant and second with Harry thinking that continuing to attack a staff member was going to give him points with him. Harry didn't look at him and he knew why. He knew that what he had done was wrong.

"Mr. Potter, why do you insist on trying to kill Severus?" he asked.

Harry turned and glared at him.

"He killed my father so he deserves to die," Harry said blankly.

Dumbledore had a funny feeling this was the reason.

"And I tell you that Severus had the right to kill James," Dumbledore said. "And I'm not putting up with this anymore. You have detention with Mr. Filch until the term ends. Then during the summer you can take your N.E.W.T for those classes that you didn't get a chance to continue."

"Which I will fail," Harry said.

"Not my problem," Dumbledore said.

And he was gone.

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Hermione tossed and turned in her bed as soon as she got home and crashed on it. She was having a strange dream, a dream that her mind knew shouldn't be there. She was in a small cottage that looked as though it was made for two people. She looked around and then the door opened to reveal her Professor.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Hermione stared at him.

"Of course," Hermione said, sounding confused.

He gave a sigh of relief.

"I'm glad, Hermione," he said.

And then he kissed her and she woke up.

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Voldemort read over the spell from one of the many books that lined the walls. He was going to bring Salazar Slytherin back from the dead and he would aid him in finally bringing down both Dumbledore and the Ministry.

"Make sssure that no one comesss in here," Voldemort said to Wormtail.

"Yes, master," Wormtail said.

And he left.

Voldemort then started to speak in old Latin, the words passing through his lips with ease. He felt the dark magic flowing through the room picking up chairs and throwing them across the room. The dark magic rose fast and then it disappeared quickly. Over at Hogwarts Sirius Black returned.

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Note: There you have it, Sirius Black is back. Next chapter: Dumbledore tries to figure this all out and Sirius gets some unexpected news about his godson.