Can this be real?
CHAPTER 11
A\N
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I shift in the chair I am currently occupying next to Harry's bed. This chair must be one of the most uncomfortable chairs in the world!
I decided to keep watch over Harry, who I had to levitate to his bed. The one other time Harry was so drunk that he passed out was not a pleasant memory and something that I want to keep from happening again.
I hear him start to stir and wait for him to fully wake up.
"Drink up Harry"
I push the potion in his hand, forcing him to drink it all. The Hangover potion tasted horrible, but it have an immediate effect, clearing any fogginess and nauseous feeling you may still have. The muggle's will make a fortune if they find the recipe.
"Mornin 'Mione. What exactly happened last night?"
"Good Morning Harry. Should I not be the one to ask you that question? What do you remember?"
He looks a bit embarrassed. Mmm, I wonder what happened last night with Ron.
"Umm, well, I let slip to Ron that I knew that you were not together anymore so he thought it the ideal time to, umm, celebrate? He started to order Fire whiskey's for us and I think after about the fifth drink, things started to get a bit fuzzy. I think at some stage, I managed to walk home. But I think that maybe the rest was just my imagination, 'cause I think I heard Sirius talking to me last night. I must have been wasted!"
Should I really tell him now? Let me play dumb for a while. No need to rush this any more than necessary.
"Sirius?"
"Yeah, I know it's mental, right. But I thought I saw you in the library and then I heard Sirius saying something about drinking but I think I passed out at that stage."
"You were really wasted last night Harry. Let's go to the library now and you can tell me again what you heard."
I am actually a coward. I am going to leave it to them to tell Harry, just in case they cannot talk to him again and I look the fool for saying the were alive.
I enter the library before Harry and quickly look towards the portraits, seeing Fred winking at me. Scowling at him silently, I turn towards Harry.
"So Harry, tell me what you think you heard"
Harry walk towards the door, stopping and turning around just before it.
"I was standing around here, and Sirius was saying…"
"Drinking does not solve your problems"
"That's right Sirius! That is what you… SIRIUS!"
Harry spun around the room, looking for Sirius. I had to stop myself from laughing as Harry resembled a dog chasing its own tail.
"What? Where? Sirius…'Mione…Sirius…u heard, right?"
"Calm down Harry. Look at me"
It took a minute or so for Harry to look at me, his chest heaving from excitement.
"Harry, Sirius did not come back from the veil.."
"But I heard him Hermione"
"As I was saying, he did not come back from the veil, but he is in the room, with a few friends"
"Where are they?"
"Turn around"
I knew the moment he realized where Sirius was. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face, his hand touching the portrait carefully.
"Mom! Dad! You are here"
"Harry! Please don't cry!"
"I can't believe you are here! What about Sirius? Remus? Fred? Tonks? Snape?..."
As he says each name, he touches a portrait, making sure they are indeed awake in the portraits. By the last portrait he stops.
"Professor?"
"I'm sorry son, we don't know what brought us alive, but Albus did not wake with us"
"I don't understand? How is this even possible?"
"The only explanation we came up with, thanks to Hermione here, is that somehow Professor Dumbledore managed a last bit of magic. Since the night…"
His mom had tears pouring out of her eyes and did not continue. Obviously Harry will not let this go
"Since….?"
"Since the night you tried to kill yourself Mr Potter" Even though we all know that Snape had a soft spot for Harry, years of snide comments cannot be stop.
"Severus"
"I apologize, Lily. Since the night we saved you from an unfortunate accident HARRY"
"You, um, you saw that?"
"Saw it and save your sorry little a…"
"Fred!"
"Mr Weasley!"
All the portraits almost simultaneously shouted, making poor Fred turn red.
I saw Harry drop his head. This is probably the one thing he never wanted anyone to witness. I drop down next to him, pulling him into a hug.
"Harry, please look at me" Lily said from her portrait.
"Harry, although I cannot say I am happy with what happened that night, I do understand some of your reasoning behind it. Harry, you have to believe that all that has happened was not because of you, but because of an evil twisted man that believed a silly prophesy that just happened to come true. The chances of it happening were 50/50 but it happened because he believed it to be true. The events that happened were unfortunate, but necessary for the greater good. I think I speak for everyone here when I say that we would not change a thing."
"Harry, we all love you"
The tears were running down my face as everyone speaks to Harry, ensuring him that he really does not need to feel guilty. The love for Harry it seems, was so strong, it brought a different kind of magic to 12 Grimmauld Place, the magic of love and healing. Purple streams started floating around the room, circling around Harry before entering his body to his heart.
"I think the first step has been successful, Professor Snape. "
A/N:
Just a note to some of you who have reviewed! Thank you! Thank You!
Your feedback and comments are really appreciated.
I will address the Hermione / Ron Relationship in the next chapter again.
All I can say is YEAH – we have along weekend, so no work for 5 days! I stopped this chapter sort because I really wanted to upload this week.