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Chapter 37— Laurëalas Heero
I sighed and nodded, resigned to the fact that Ji was probably right. If left alone with the year four Harry Potter characters she would likely babble and provoke them until something was revealed which shouldn't be. Jupe would outright tell them. That meant, naturally, that I'd have to be the one with them.
"Well, c'mon then." Remus and Sirius shrugged at each other and followed the golden trio down the stairs. Snape rose regally, wrapping his cloak around himself and stalking after them while ignoring the sniggering vampires behind him. My glaring at the two didn't help any.
I led them outside, where they sat around talking. Well, Remus was more listening. And Snape was sitting away from the rest of them, looking rather uncomfortable. I sat on the porch, just watching them. The door opened behind me, and in a moment there was an Elf sitting on either side of me.
"Laurëalas," Glorfindel hesitated. "There is something wrong about the adults." He nodded toward the group out on the lawn.
"Yeah." They both looked surprised, so I thought I'd elaborate. "Don't worry too much about it. Sirus has been wrongfully imprisoned for a lot of years. He's recovering, but very slowly. Remus is a werewolf. Not," I quickly added, "like the ones in your world. It's like a disease. He turns wolf on the night of the full moon and is a perfectly normal person the rest of the time."
"And the other one?" Legolas looked warily in Snape's direction. "I can sense a great darkness lingering about him."
"That would be Voldemort. He's the head bad-guy from their world. Snape used to be a follower of his." Both Elves looked shocked, and ready to go do battle with the evil Severus. "Used to be. Now he spies on them for the good-guys. We think. Nobody's quite sure anymore, after the latest book. But leave him be. For now he's doing more good than harm." The Elves relaxed. But not really.