Here we are. Whatever chapter we are at now or my lovely story. Hope you all are amused with this one.
Also, had a review asking why Sirius was in prision for five years. Basically, same reason as last time. He got to the Potter house, found no Harry, and instead of searching like a good, reliable Godfather, he chases Peter, and kabam, thrown in jail, Peter is spotted escaping the Weasley's and yadadada, was released despite the lack of rat. My creativity.
After this story if complete, I was thinking of doing a short chapter story of Rose and her group and some of the adventures they partake in. I thought it could be potentially interesting. Dunno. Tell me what you think?
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Harry reckoned the entire school had no idea what to think of the 'Chosen One' in Ravenclaw. He however was rather proud of that fact, and was positive he had never been more so when he had discovered the plaque in the Ravenclaw common room, with his father's name on it, presenting his rather rare feet of earning Twelve Owls on his Fifth Year. Luna had literally dragged him over to it, much to his amusement and presented it to him.
It had been early enough few students were lurking about the Great Hall, a handful of Hogwarts students, and two from the French school.
He had been amused at the display of childish foolishness that the entire school had taken part in-the delight. The excitement. The disappointment in which many would not be given the opportunity to do so. And then, the brimming curiosity when the rather infamous Mad Eye Moody burst into the hall, clunking rapidly through the room. And then it had been in rather annoying awe at the sight of the other two school's interesting entrances.
He had been sitting alone at the Ravenclaw table with a rather thick book in front of him when Tonks settled in next to him.
"Early riser?" She questioned, her face splitting into a wide grin as she reached over for the jug of coffee.
His face broke into a large smile as well, as he finished the saying. "Catches the worm,"
It had been that saying that had worked each and every pureblood in Sirius's 'humble abode' into such a state they were shocked and horrified.
"What's on the plan today?" Tonks asked, screwing her face up slightly to change her hair. It went from ink black to a rather dark pink bob, sleek and rather elegant on her. A knife found its way into her hand, and she began to play with it once again, as if daring Harry to come in between her and her coffee.
"Not stealing you coffee, I can assure you," He remarked flipping a page casually. "And potions."
Chuckling, she shook her head. "I went through a year of learning how to dismember a person in fifty seconds. You and my coffee are the least of my worries, though, I'm afraid that a rather old and wrinkled fool is at the top of my list." Taking a long drink of her beloved coffee, she moved on. "And surprises? Events planned? Warnings?" Tonks questioned.
"Hopefully not. Snape isn't a bad teacher. He's been tutoring me since I was eleven. If his students actually bothered to crack open a textbook, maybe they could find more desirable results and less Hospital Wing visits." He shut the book easily as he leaned back in his chair.
Leaning closer, Tonks whispered in his ear. "At midnight I'm going to slip your name in. Have an alibi."
"Alibi?"
"I'm disguising myself as you." Was all that she said before sitting back and reaching for the coffee jug once again.
"Nice to know," Harry chuckled. "I'll ensure I have a detention, thanks for the warning."
"Anytime. Be a shame if I let my favourite Golden Boy down, wouldn't it?"
Tonks rather sly grin broke way once again, and before Harry could give her a reply worthy of his wit, a large owl flew through the rafters, gliding down to rest in front of Harry, two smaller owls following.
"Damn. Post this early? You must have some very eager senders," Tonks remarked as Harry tore the wax seal to open the smallest owl, with the Canadian symbol around her neck.
Unrolling the message, he began to read silently with Tonks peering over his shoulder.
Dear Mr. Lestrange,
The Canadian Ministry wishes to send you our regards and wishes to inform you of our political fight over laws and rather unfortunate leaders of authority.
The news of your parents and uncle's imprisonment has found their way onto our desks, and we wish to send you news of which we are doing.
We have been corresponding with Ms. Bones, and working to find loopholes and other little tricks to ensure your parents release. We have managed it so your parents will be released in the next week. They will be freed from Azkaban, but something has also reached our ears.
Your cuff, the one that has become rather difficult. Only your headmaster can remove it, leaving us dumbfounded upon how to release you into the care of your family.
But, after a hundred of our researchers been searching for a counter curse or some spell to remove it from your arm, but the closet that we have found is the end of the year, when the power dissolves. We will be sending both Canadian and Russian Government officials to remove you immediately, and reunite you with your family.
Cheers,
The Canadian Head of Legal Affairs and Matters
Rhona Smith
He was stunned. Relieved.
"They're free?" He whispered, clutching tightly to the sheet.
"In a week they'll be out Harry!" Tonks pulled him into a tight hug, which he returned gratefully.
When they parted, he frantically opened the second letter from Amelia, and grinning at the result of the letter. He had skimmed over the contents and felt relief at the news. She had summarized in a less formal matter that it was true. In a week, they'd be released. She was arranging for a meeting on Hogwarts property for them in privacy.
"Oh god," He was relieved.
His family were not suffering forever now. They'd be free from the Dementers, and he'd see them within days. They would be released and he would be free from the suffocating nightmares.
"What's the next one?" Tonks bounced up and down with pure excitement coursing through her body.
He frantically ripped into it and found his knives and swords, which he placed immediately on his body, before tossing one to Tonks. It was a rather beautiful knife, with a blood red stone on the black hilt, and the blade made of pure silver with an engraving of a black rose running down the length of the deadly masterpiece.
"Is this what I think it is?" She breathed, gazing at it.
"My Aunt's Rose knife that she stabbed the werewolf that was hunting her to death? I told her you were a fan and you were helping me." He shrugged, before he had an armful of Metamorphous, her hair changing colour rapidly. "I take it you like it?"
"Oh god Harry. You have no idea how much this means to me," Tonks was gazing at the knife with love now.
Chuckling, he began to read the contents from his Aunt.
Dear Harry,
I take it you heard the news from Amelia. I shall not waste valuable time to tell you the tale of their release.
I sent you my knife to give to your rather valuable friend, be sure to tell her it will protect her from any werewolf. The silver has been blessed by many ancient rituals, many dark and border lining illegal. The stone however will increase the strength and the force needed to pierce through the skin of werewolf. It will do her well. When all of this trouble is over, tell her she will always have a place on our team, and it would be an honour to be given the opportunity to work alongside her.
Danger is working its way into Hogwarts this year. Death Eater activity is higher than typical, and I have discovered a large release of magical signature rituals being performed, and traces of foul Dark Arts. Trust no one that tries to guide you through the events that shall greet you this year.
I can only write so much, and hope this will remain unopened until it reaches you.
If that fool attempts to contact you for any private meetings, you tell him I will hex him fifty different ways to remove certain parts that a man will not wish to lose.
I love you dearly,
Aunt Rose
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His first class was rather amusing. He had been partnered with Draco Malfoy, a rather relaxed and elegant pureblood boy, one that by name he was related to. He was rather cruel and taunting as he played with the less superior classmates and pressing the right buttons to make a rather amusing fight. It was petty, but by its own rights, was rather interesting.
They had quickly brewed the assigned potion of Blood Thickening. It had been simple, a first year potion used to refresh the tools and such things they had been taught. They had quickly created and bottled it, as Longbottom's cauldron exploded, leaving him escorted to the Hospital Wing by the obnoxious Weasel, as he had melted his caldron within the first fifteen minutes. Tonks was sitting in the back on a desk, daring the professor to comment upon her placement as she continued to play with her newly given knife.
He had been rather amused at the verbal testing Snape had done.
"Could anyone rub two brain cells together and inform me upon how exactly would you harvest moonstone?" He growled as he glared at the entire class. It was a rather strange mix, three houses in his dungeons at once. He hadn't been thrilled with this. Giving a loud sigh, he called, "Granger."
"To properly harvest moonstone efficiently you are to have placed them in pure darkness for three months to create a pure form of the moonstone, and then place them in boiling water for half an hour before crushing them fine powder." She recited quickly.
"Once again, Miss. Granger, you sound like you swallowed a textbook. In relevant terms, could someone tell me how to harvest moonstone?" He glared with menace, before smirking. "Lestrange."
Leaning back on his chair next to Malfoy, he supplied his answer of, "Easy. You grind it into powder."
"Correct. Five points for Ravenclaw." The look in his eyes was almost feral. "Miss Granger. I find that I must be the one to inform you that show offing you lack of common sense and skill, and portraying your ability of memorizing text books will not get you far in life. The Owls you will be facing next year are designed to be practical, not based on a useless ability."
Ducking her head immediately to hide the tears in her eyes, Hermione found herself being snickered at by both Draco and Harry.
"Detention tonight, Malfoy, Potter. You will be writing lines." Snape called out, hiding a smirk. The raven haired child had slipped him a note as he entered the room, and he had been more than willing to complete his duties. Though, the detention would rather be a tournament of Wizards Chess than lines, he was willing to sacrifice his evening for the company of the child he had tutored for the previous years and his Godson.
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"My Auntie sent you the news, didn't see?" Susan immediately sprang at him.
It was lunch and he was sitting at the Ravenclaw in the company of Luna and Tonks, with most of the other Ravenclaws sitting away. The fact that most of them were missing items such as they had done to the poor blonde haired girl was a mere coincidence.
"Yes she did. Can you tell her I have appreciated the help given to me by her? Without her, my parents would have to remain inside for a good while longer." He told her. Cedric stood by her, smiling.
"Up for a game of Quiditch, Harry?" Cedric asked.
"Anytime," Was the firm reply.
Turning to the girls, Cedric offered, "How about you Luna? And do you play Tonks?"
"Damn straight I do. You better have a Beater Position for me to play, Huffle." Tonks grinned.
"I suppose I could play with you all." Luna nodded with a dreamy smile.
"The twins and Oliver playing?" Harry asked.
"Actually the entire Gryffindor team is playing. Oliver's the keeper and the Twins are the beaters as always, the regular chasers as well. Lee though is playing seeker, seeing as the normal seeker is in the hospital." Cedric explained. "Susan and my girlfriend Cho are chasing, and if you want to Luna, you can make it three." At her nod of approval, he continued. "Harry, you mentioned you played beater, right? Well you and Tonks could do your beater duties, and I could seek. And then we would, you know, typically crush those lions."
"Wow. Tell us how you really feel," Tonks approved with a thumbs up.
"Sounds awesome." Susan smiled. "When are we playing?"
"Oliver got approval for us to use the pitch next Saturday, if that works."
"Yeah, I don't see why not." Harry replied.
"Tell those twins I'm getting payback on them." Tonks smirked.
"About the coffee thing?" Harry questioned with his lips quirking upwards.
"What coffee thing?" Susan questioned.
"Never. Never ever come in between Tonks and her morning coffee. They put a potion in it to experiment to see if she could lose her control of her Metamorph gift." Harry explained.
"Did she?" Luna asked.
"Oh yes. Very much so." He nodded.
"I will have my revenge." Tonks grinned wickedly.
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Harry was curled up beneath his covers, in the small private room. Apparently each student had their own rooms to promote peace and quiet when studying. He had placed his standard charms upon the room and made good use of the many book shelves that were around the room.
His hearing aids were on the table next to him, and he found his head pounding painfully. He had removed his hearing aids half an hour ago when he returned from his 'detention' and had found himself dizzy. The headache had lasted over three hours, and although his hearing aids had been removed, the pain refused to recede.
He had been fast asleep when he felt someone in the room with him. Stirring, he cracked his eyes open and found himself gazing up at himself, before the being turned back into Tonks.
"Done. Now move over." She ordered him, poking him with her wand.
His eyes were glued to her lips and mumbled out, "What are you doing here?"
"Amelia ordered me to watch out for you. I am fulfilling my duties." Tonks said smugly.
"Liar. You're too lazy to make it to your room." He groaned.
"Move it Potter," She glowered.
Rolling over, he flopped back the covers and allowed her to slip beneath them.
"Night," He mumbled.
He could feel the faint vibrations as she whispered 'good night'.
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And there you have it folks. My happy little chapter for today.
That knife had a huge part in this later. And the cuff. Like majorly huge. And all that dizziness and pain-huugggeee. But basically, this was him being all Harry like when he isn't putting on an act. So yeah. Did you like? What do you want Tonks to become? Like, what do you want her to do and act like? I'm curious. I want some insight of how you think Cedric, Victor, Fleur, Tonks, Luna, Susan and others to act like with some ideas. I originally made this story to play around with my ideas and because I was bored as hell. But now, I want to hear what you guys are hoping for in this story.
Anyways, tell me what you think and stuff.
Teams for Quiditch.
Cedric as the seeker, Susan, Luna, and Cho as Chasers, Harry and Tonks as Beaters, and Jason (random name and has no meaning or anything to do with this story) is the keeper.
Lee is the seeker; Alicia, Katie and Angelia are the Chasers, the lovely Twins as the Beaters, and Oliver as Keeper.
Just to make sure everyone is on the same page.
So yeah. Night. Actually, in seven minutes, morning.
Review please and thank you!