Author's Note- Hi guys. I don't know what got into me but I busted out this chapter really quickly. I decided to focus a lot of this chapter on the inner workings of Harriet's mind and the past experiences of Severus. Also, I may have brought in a character that I said last chapter wouldn't enter the story until much later. Oops. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! On to the story!
Chapter 6: The Guilty Spy
Harriet
Harriet decided to remain mum about the second Firebolt. The first reason was she didn't want to worry Ron and Hermione any more than she already had. The second reason was because Ron's birthday was coming up and she thought that he would really enjoy a new Firebolt. That was if it wasn't cursed, of course. But Harriet had complete trust in Professor Flitwick's skills.
Trust was a very odd concept for Harriet. When she lived at the Dursleys', she learned to never trust anyone. There was only one person you could totally trust and that was yourself. Harriet lived by this mantra up until she arrived at Hogwarts. There, she met Ron, then Hermione. Slowly but surely, the pair won more and more trust from her. They had entered into her cold, abused heart and warmed it. They showed her what it meant to have a friend, who was loyal and trustworthy. They were the first to teach her trust and she would always love them for it.
Madam Pomfrey and Mama had won her trust almost as early as Ron and Hermione. Madam Pomfrey was the first to patch her up, the first to insist she get more rest, the first to let Harriet cry freely on her shoulder. The matron's warm hugs and soft voice soothed Harriet's most brutally nightmares and memories. She trusted the matron to always be able to heal her when she was hurt and hold her until she was better. And Mama, her sweet Mama. She opened her home to her, clothed her, fed her. Mama listened to her, instructed her, showed her what it truly meant to be a witch. Mama loved her unconditionally and would do anything to protect her. The first month into their guardianship, Harriet was apprehensive, fearing that it wouldn't last. But then Black made himself known and Mama started to pull out the big guns to protect Harriet. So while she hated Sirius Black for taking away Mummy and Daddy, Harriet thanked him because he gave her Mama, who she would always love and trust.
Which led Harriet to the man who she truly didn't understand why she trusted so much. By all accounts, she shouldn't trust him at all. The first and foremost reason being that he was a tried Death Eater. He was cleared of all charges, of course, but he was still a Death Eater, a follower of Lord Voldemort. Shouldn't she be weary of him? Did he not hate her before this year? Why did she trust him?
She trusted Severus Snape for multiple reasons. The first reason was that the Headmaster had cleared Professor Snape's name. Mama clearly trusted the man enough that she would allow Harriet to be tutored by him. And there were his actions. When he insisted that Madam Pomfrey check her out upon her arrival this summer. When he gave up amply amounts of his time to tutor her. When he taught her the Patronus Charm, so that she could protect herself from the Dementors. She shouldn't trust him: he should be trying to kill her.
Yet, he hasn't tried to killed her. No, he's actually saved her life. When Quirrel jinx her broom stick, he was saying the counter jinx. He should have let the jinx work. He had her removed from her relatives. He should have let her suffer. He saved her from the near fatal crash. He should have let her die.
These were not the actions of a true Death Eater. Harriet didn't know the reasons for Professor Snape's past loyalty to Lord Voldemort nor did she know why Headmaster Dumbledore had his name cleared. Someday, she'll find out the reasons. But as of right now, she trusted him. She trusted him with her life.
Animagus training became her new favorite type of training. It started off with Harriet having to read Mama's personal copy of "Connecting with Your Inner Animal". A short book packed with information from mediation techniques to morphing abilities. Harriet enjoyed the book and when she finished, Mama started their actual tutoring.
"Now Harriet, that book I allowed you to read is actually banned here in England. However, that book shows the easiest way to obtain your animagus. When I learned, however, the book wasn't banned and my teacher, the Headmaster, taught me using that book."
"Why is it banned now?"
"The Ministry," Mama grumbled, "deemed this book and most other animagus books dark. Only the books Ministry approved are now legal. However, these books instruct witches and wizards on the longest and most difficult way to achieve their inner animals. So long and difficult in fact, that most give up. Then there's the registration process. Back in my day, it was just a simple spell to check to see if you were an animagus, a filed paper and you were done. Now there's multiple spells used, a test to complete, approval from a Transfiguration master and copious amounts of paperwork. Honestly, more hassle than its worth for the average wizard."
"So, I'm not going to register?"
"No. We want this to be a backup plan for you in case something happens. You are not to use this unless it is an emergency. The less people who know about this, Harriet, the better." Harriet nodded in understanding. Ok, that makes sense. Who's the we though? Harriet was going to ask Mama but then Mama instruct her to begin her mediation.
Harriet closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair. Then she slowed her breathing. In and out. In and out. In… and… out. Soon, she was almost in a euphoric, sleeplike state. Harriet's magic started to form an image behind her closed eyes.
She was in the clouds. Higher than she had ever been before on her broom. She soared over the Highlands of Scotland, viewing one of the most beautiful sunsets she had ever seen. Then, Harriet started to descend next to a small body of water. As she peered down into the crystal clear water, a green eyed lioness stared back at her. A lioness? It was larger than the average human, perhaps even larger than an actual lioness. Its fur was as black as night and its talons was even blacker. On its head laid fur in what appeared to be the shape of a tiara. A small, white lightning bolt rested on the large cat's forehead. Of course that would be there.
Harriet opened her eyes, her vision changing from the green fields of Scotland to Mama's quarters. Mama sat on pins and needles.
"I think I'm a lioness. But I was flying in the sky and my fur was black." Harriet stated. Mama looked quizzical before snapping her fingers and accioing another book. She flipped through the pages before stopping.
"Did you look like this?" Mama asked as she showed Harriet the picture. Yep, that was Harriet's animal.
"You're a Regina Leaenis. It means Queen of the Lionesses in English. A magical lioness that bears the same size as the witch, but can shrink or grow at will. While the muggle form of this animal is Earth bond, the Regina can travel through the shadows on Earth and at times, fly through the sky. The Regina is known for being the fierce yet wise protector over those deemed her people. If the witch is proficient in wandless magic, she can conduct spells whilst in this form. Well my cuilean, you don't do anything short, do you?" Mama teased lightly.
"I tell you, Mama, it's both a blessing and a curse." They laughed. Mama had Harriet try to shift into her lion form, but all Harriet could do was make her feet become paws. While Mama said it was excellent for her first try, Harriet would be lying if she didn't say that it was disappointing.
February arrived and so did the fixed Firebolt. Harriet knew that Ron was going to love it. She pitied Ron. He was the youngest of six brothers which meant all he ever got were hand me downs. Even his pet, Scabbers, was a hand me down. So, as a way of saying thank for being her friend and because she wanted him to be happy, she was giving Ron the second Firebolt. She had asked Mama to put it back into the original box so that he would think it was brand new. Which, technically, it was, since she didn't ride it.
With February came the Gryffindor Hufflepuff match. Which meant Harriet would be playing against her good friend, Cedric Diggory. Cedric and Harriet shared their similar love of being Seekers amongst each other after a match last year and hit it off right away. Harriet enjoyed Cedric and only hated one thing about him. His girlfriend. Now, don't get Harriet wrong, she was not jealous of Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker. Cedric was more like an annoying older brother. No, Harriet just thought that Cedric could do so much better than Cho. Yes, Cho was a pretty girl. She was also a bitch. That was a story for another day.
The match ended rather quickly, seeing as Harriet was the faster and smaller of the two Seeker. Her 20/20 vision also helped tremendously. To celebrate, some Seventh Years smuggled in Butterbeer. Harriet wasn't the biggest fan of it but she had to admit, watching the effects of it on her teammates was hilarious. Poor Oliver was completely wasted and tried to kiss Mama when she ended the party. Needless to say, the team was never going to let him forget that. However, the night plummeted from there.
Tonight, We Honor the Hero
Severus
Severus valued sleep. Whilst spying for both sides in the war, the only sleep Severus received happened when he lost consciousness from his injuries or was completely exhausted. Thus, something as mundane as sleep became a treasure for the war veteran. Especially when the nightmares ended. Especially then.
Severus' nightmares composed of many things. The men he had killed for the Dark Lord. The abuse afflicted upon him by his father. The horror and embarrassment done to him by the Marauders. The name he called Lily. Her dead, cold body.
The sight of Lily's body damn near killed him when he saw it. She laid there in the nursery, her flaming red hair spilled across the carpet. Her arms spread out, trying to shield her baby from the mad man Severus had once called my lord. Her green eyes, once the color of life, were now dull and lifeless. At a young age, Severus learned that tears brought no relief or mercy to any situation. His father taught him that lesson. Lily's refusal of his apology reinforced it. Yet the sight of the woman who was the only sunlight in his dark, shitty, miserable life unleashed all of the tears he had held back in those, then, 19 years of life. Severus sobbed and held her body close to his. He apologized profusely through tears and asked for mercy, for a miracle to bring her back. To take him instead.
When a woman cries, it tears out the heart of the watcher. Yet when a man cries, it shatters the soul of the watcher completely, for it is a sign of lost hope. This grief made him deaf to the weeping baby until he heard the familiar crack of Apparition. He had kissed Lily's forehead one more time, closed her eyes, and laid her back on the floor. He stole one glance at her daughter and debated wither he should take her. He decided against and flew into the sky. Severus now realized that he should have taken Miss Potter and ran. Ran far away from England, changed his name and adopted her. Perhaps they would have fled to America, who hated the British Ministry with a burning passion and wouldn't send them back. He should have done that, because his failure to bring Miss Potter away from Godric's Hollow damned her to 13 years of abuse. Another act that Severus felt guilty for.
But perhaps the act that Severus felt the guiltiest about was giving the Dark Lord that be damned prophecy. Severus had thought nothing of those silly lines, thinking that they were just the babblings of a mad woman. He was a complete fool however, because the Dark Lord believed the words and created a self-fulfill prophecy. Severus had damned every child born in July to death by a mad man, children who he had sworn unconsciously to protect. The moment Severus learned that the Dark Lord was going to target Lily and her daughter, he fled to Dumbledore. Yes, his pleadings then were only to save Lily but he knew that to protect Lily, the child had to be protected as well. Albus had promised their protection in return for complete and utter loyalty to the Light. By then, Severus had realized the madness inside the Dark Lord. He felt disgusted by how the Dark Lord wanted the new world to become. He even released some prisoners and faked it to appear as an escape. While Severus didn't agree with everything Albus believed in, he knew an ally when he saw one. After all, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'.
At Lily's funeral, another nightmare Severus viewed multiple times once war had end, Severus waited for everyone to leave before he paid his respects to her. The plethora of lilies and roses didn't shock Severus. None of them knew her favorite flower was actually a shrub. Lily loved lavender, she loved the smell and the color. She once said that instead of baby's breath and red roses, she would have a bouquet of lavender with white roses for her wedding day. That was the bundle that he had held in his hand that awful day. He laid the bouquet on the new grave and spoke above a whisper,
"Do you remember when we met, all of those years ago? I was the dirty, little, alone child that everyone made fun of. But you, even back then, were so beautiful. Your laugh was the nicest sound I had ever heard. Before I met you, I didn't know that hair could be so red and eyes so green. I had lived in a world of black and white before I had met you. You were my only friend. You were the only one who cared. You changed my life. I don't know when I fell in love with you; I just did. I wanted to protect you, to be your friend, to marry you. I failed miserably, didn't I?" The tears streamed down his face now, dripping down his large, pale nose. Severus knelt to the ground and traced her name on her tombstone.
"I'm sorry, Lily. So very, very sorry. I know that you can never forgive me and my actions. I damned myself to Hell and I deserve it. But until I get what I deserve, I'll protect your daughter. I'm the new Potions Professor at Hogwarts. When she goes to school, I'll teach her. I'll watch over her. I'll protect her. I'll protect her until my dying breath. I swear, Lily, your sacrifice will not be in vain." Then he kissed his fingertips and placed them on his love's name.
An alarm sounded, waking Severus from his nightmare of the funeral. It was the alarm he had set for the One-eyed statue. Severus throw on his shoes and spirited out of his quarters. He didn't care if people saw him. After all, he wore a lose black shirt and sleep trousers to bed. He just wanted to catch Black.
Severus snarled when he arrived. Black had escaped because Severus made the stupid mistake of forgetting to add anti-animagus wards to his trap. Fucking arsehole from hell. It seemed that Black escaped just as he arrived. While upset that the bastard got away, he had a feeling Black wouldn't try this way again. He strengthened his trap even more and marched to Gryffindor Tower.
Minerva was waiting with Albus in front of the portrait, looking ready to burn it. Severus was absolutely willing to supply the matches.
"What do you mean you let him in?!" Minerva demanded. Albus took a step back as he let his deputy unleash her fury.
"Of course I let him in." Sir Cadogon said proudly. "He had the password. Besides, this is the house of the lion. They would have fought him off bravely." It took both Severus and Albus gripping Minerva down to stop her from lunging at the portrait.
"Albus, prepare a pyre! I want him burned! Oh, hello Severus. Would you help me remove this imbecile of a painting?! I intend to end the suffering he's caused to my nerves!" Yep, Minerva was pissed off.
"Now Minnie." Severus groaned when Albus opened his big mouth. One does not argue with Minerva when she was pissed off. It leads to bad results.
"Don't you Minnie me, Albus!" The lioness snarled. "Get the Fat Lady back here by tomorrow morning, Albus or else! If you would excuse me, I have some third years to console and a daughter to inform that her best friend was almost murdered!" Minerva magically opened the portrait and slammed it shut behind her.
"Well, my boy, rather busy night."
"Indeed. Black got away again." Severus hissed out.
"I see. He evaded your trap?"
"Unfortunately. The bastard has an animagus form and I was informed of it after I set up the bloody thing. Speaking of which, do you truly believe that Lupin should remain here?"
"Now, Severus, I have completely trust in Remus' loyalty."
"I question not his loyalty, Albus. I question to whom the loyalty falls to."
As it turns out, Black knew the passwords to Gryffindor because Longbottom wrote them down. Then, he lost the fucking piece of paper. Severus pitied whoever would be unfortunate enough to marry the boy. God knows they will need all of the help they could get. Though, watching the Longbottom boy cry from the Howler his grandmother sent him was amusing.
The morning after the latest attack, Severus decided to integrate Lupin when he brought down the Wolfsbane potion. He still didn't trust the wolf, but Lupin did seem to care for Miss Potter's safety. However, when he entered Lupin's office, Lupin was staring at that bloody map. His face was deathly pale and he didn't even acknowledge Severus.
"Lupin." Severus said and snapped his fingers in front of Lupin's face. Lupin stared at him for a second before jumping up and grabbing his shoulders.
"He's alive!" Lupin shouted.
"Get off of me!" Severus shoved him down. "What the fuck are you babbling on about now?"
"Peter! He's alive! He's on the map! Look!" It's official, Lupin's cracked.
"Have you lost your bloody mind? He died."
"No! Look Severus, look! Map, show me Peter Pettigrew." They waited and stared at the map.
"There's nothing there, Lupin. Now take the bloody potion."
"No, wait, it was there. I swear, Severus, it was there. I'll let you look at my memory if you want." How the hell…
"How the fuck do you know about that?"
"Albus told me."
"Of course he did. Alright, Lupin. I'll do it, after you drink the potion." Severus would be damned if he didn't make Lupin take that potion. Finally, Lupin swallowed the bloody thing.
"Alright, Lupin. Legilimens!" Severus didn't care about all of the other memories that polluted Lupin's mind. He swiftly found the memory he was looking for.
Well I'll be damned. Lupin was right. Fucking hell. Severus ended the spelled, transfigured himself a better chair and Accioed some liquor. He took a swig of it before saying,
"How was he in the Gryffindor dorms? Minerva would have spotted him. Pettigrew wasn't that hard to miss."
"He's probably in his rat form. Can I have some?" For once, Severus willingly shared his liquor with someone he disliked. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
"We're contacting Minerva and Albus. They tell the Ministry and the Aurors. If Pettigrew's alive, that's one murder Black didn't commit. Perhaps there's more to the story that we don't know."
"Severus, are you actually concerned about Sirius?"
"You forget, Lupin. I spent a week in Azkaban. I don't wish it on anyone for no good reason. Not even Black."
Severus and Lupin flooed into the Headmaster's office. Albus and Minerva were talking to the Auror Captain, Kingsely Shacklebolt. Oh no, she's back. Kingsely's trainee was none other than Miss Nymphadora Tonks. Perhaps the clumsiest students, san Longbottom, Severus ever had to deal with. How the fuck did she pass the academy?
"Ah, Severus, good to see you again." Kingsely greeted and shook Severus's hand. Kingsely was one of the few people that didn't irk Severus whenever he opened his mouth.
"Kingsely." Severus nodded back. "Miss Tonks, I see that you haven't completely destroyed the academy with your inability to walk on to feet." Miss Tonks blushed in embarrassment. Lupin, who couldn't keep his eyes off the former Hufflepuff, spoke up,
"Now, Severus, that wasn't nice. I'm sure Miss… Tonks was it? Miss Tonks can walk perfectly fine."
"You didn't teach her, Lupin. She holds the current record for the most cauldron explosions at Hogwarts. We're getting off topic, anyway. Albus, new information is about to be added to the Black case." Severus turned to his boss and nodded his head towards Albus' pensieve. Albus got the hint and levitated the bowl to the center of the room.
"This memory that I'm about to show you is not falsified or fixed. I swear on my magic." Severus extracted the memory from his head and place it into the clear liquid. Then he turned towards the old chair next to Miss Tonks and sent it flying into the wall. The trainee jumped up immediately, entered a fairly decent stance and pointed her wand at him.
"Very good, Miss Tonks. I see you've improved since your graduation two years ago." He emphasized that last part of his sentence because he wanted to see Lupin deflate because Miss Tonks was 13 years his junior. Cruel, perhaps; funny to watch, oh hell yes.
"Now, if you would all enter the pensieve." Severus motioned the towards the bowl. Minerva, Albus, Kingsley and Miss Tonks entered the clear liquid. Now he would have some peace and qui-
"Is she really 19?" Why the hell can't I catch a break? I don't get paid enough for this.
After spending several minutes telling Lupin that, yes, Miss Tonks was 19, the group exited the pensieve. Minerva's eyes held a burning rage.
"Where is that son of bitch?!" She demanded.
"We don't know. The map won't show his name again. Most likely, he escaped around the same time Sirius did." Lupin answered. Kingsely sighed and said,
"Well, we need Pettigrew. I trust you Severus, but the Minister won't believe it until Pettigrew is in front of him. If you can catch him, I'll personally make sure that he is tried. God damn, if Black didn't kill Pettigrew with the 13 muggles, who killed the 13 muggles?" Silence filled the room. It was Miss Tonks, Black's cousin, who broke it,
"Mum always said she didn't understand why Sirius was thrown in jail. She said that he was too loyal to James Potter to ever hurt him." Everyone started to nodded. Her words made sense. Black loved Potter, adapt a little too much at times. For Black to betray Potter seemed impossible. Something didn't add up. It just didn't feel right.
Tell the Truth, No Lies, I Can Take It
Harriet
"Look at what your bloody cat did?! Scabbers is gone! The monster you call a pet ate Scabbers!"
"Crookshanks didn't eat Scabbers! He wouldn't dare!"
"That thing's a menace!"
"Hear, hear." Parvarti whispered to Harriet as they watched Ron and Hermione's shouting match. Harriet sighed as she watched her best friends duke it out. Lavender, Parvarti and Harriet were in the Common Room, talking about the final Quidditch match of the year when Ron stormed in, holding a bloodied bed sheet. He yelled that Scabbers got eaten by Crookshanks, which was the reason why Ron couldn't find him since Black attacked his bed. Lavender finished the braid she created in Harriet's hair before saying,
"Shouldn't you stop them?"
"Maybe, I doubt they'll listen to me though. Besides, I got practice in five. Oliver's going to have a heart attack if we don't win the cup this year."
"Why's Ron so upset about his rat now? It's been missing since February." Parvarti asked.
"He found Scabbers yesterday. Apparently, rats like flowers. Who knew? Anyway, I got to go. If they don't stop in ten minutes, throw water on them."
Harriet loved the warmer May weather. No snow, light wind and sunshine. Perfect Quidditch conditions in Harriet's humble opinion. The match was between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Harriet was determined to beat that bitch, Cho Chang.
Harriet's dislike of the Ravenclaw Seeker started around her second year, even before the whole 'Heir of Slytherin' incident. It was the first Ravenclaw Gryffindor match that year and Chang lost to Harriet. The next day, Chang told everyone how the only reason Harriet was still on the team was because she was sleeping with Oliver and he pitied her. Then the two-faced lying bitch proudly told everyone how she used her skills to earn her position. In reality, Chang earned her position because her Daddy was the Chinese ambassador and the then Ravenclaw captain's dad worked for Chang's father.
The match started and Gryffindor quickly gained the lead. Within 25 minutes, Gryffindor was ahead by 120 points to Ravenclaw's 20. Chang followed Harriet around as she searched for the Snitch. Chang used this move ever time. Chang would follow her opponent until they spotted the Snitch then Chang would try to out race them. Well, not today.
"I think Potter spotted the snitch!" Lee Jordan shouted to the audience. "Chang's in hot pursuit. Potter dives, Chang's following and- Oh My God! Potter pulls off a perfect flint and Chang crashes. Ow, that's going to hurt. Wait, Potter spots the Snitch. SHE'S GOT THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS THE QUIDDITCH CUP FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE CHARLIE WEASELY WAS ON THE TEAM!"
"GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR! GRYFFINDOR!" The chants grew louder as the Harriet's team lands. They surround the little Third Year and lift her up onto their shoulders.
After the celebration, Harriet tried to bring Ron and Hermione back together. You'd think that after two years of friendship, the pair would be able to make up with one another. No, that would be asking for too much.
"Guys, come on. This is getting a little out of hand." Harriet said. Ron and Hermione had their backs to each other and their arms crossed.
"Her cat ate Scabbers."
"He hates Crookshanks." Oh for the love of all that is holy.
"Hermione, some people just hate cats. You can't force them to like them. Ron, Crookshanks is a cat, they eat rats. You can't force cats to change their diets. You two are both being ridiculous. I want my friends back, not a pair of five year olds." Harriet was sick and tired of their fighting this past semester. She needed her friends to keep her sane, not cause her more stress. The pair kept pouting until Ron sighed and said,
"I'm sorry, Hermione. I was just upset about Scabbers."
"I'm sorry too, Ron. I didn't realize that you would miss Scabbers. I'm sorry I was so insensitive." Finally, praise Jesus, they made up!
"Great, now let's go make to the Common Room. Finals are next month and we have a Charms test tomorrow."
"We do? Bloody hell. Hermione, can I use your notes?"
"You wouldn't have to use my notes if you took your own." Harriet spoke too soon.
June arrived and with it, the end of the year exams. Harriet felt fairly prepared for the exams, specially DADA and Charms. According to Professor Snape, she could pass the OWLs in both classes this year if she wanted too. She'll do that over the summer. Her Potions' grade improved, she tied Draco for the highest Ancient Runes grade, Transfiguration was fairly easy for her and she could ask Neville for help in Herbology. The only class she truly sat down and properly studied was for Arithmancy. Who knew math and magic would be so complicated?
Her final exam was Arithmancy and honestly, it was easier than she expected. Harriet probably over studied for that class but she didn't care as long as she got an Outstanding. As Harriet head back to her quarters, she nearly ran into a giant ball of scarfs. Actually, it was only Professor Trelawney, though her initial description wasn't that far off target. The woman reeked of sherry and Harriet gagged.
"Ugh, hm. Hello, Professor. Can I help you?" Harriet asked politely when the mad woman grabbed her shoulders. Harriet was about to shove her off when the woman spoke,
"It will happen tonight. The Dark Lord lies alone and friendless, abandoned by his followers. His servant has been chained these twelve years. Tonight, before midnight... the servant will break free and set out to rejoin his master. The Dark Lord will rise again with his servant's aid, greater and more terrible than ever he was. Tonight... before midnight... the servant... will set out... to rejoin... his master..."
Then the woman's trance broke as she removed herself from Harriet's person.
"Oh, hello, Miss Potter. How do you do?" Harriet didn't care if it was rude. She ran. She ran out of that corridor as fast as she could. When she arrived at the Tower, she panted and whispering out the password. Hermione and Ron were in the Common Room when she rushed inside and closed the door shut.
"Harry!" They shouted and ran to her. Ron helped her into a chair, as she tried to catch her breathe.
"Hermione-" She gulped in air. "When you said Trelawney was a fraud, I believed you. But, I think, I think she just told me a prophecy."
Author's Note- And we have a prophecy! Also, you guys may be wondering 'What the Hell is Winthrop doing, not giving Harriet the Map?' Spoiler alert, that will be addressed in chapter 7 and I plan on finishing the Prisoner of Azkaban then too. Sirius Black is about to have dialogue and I can't wait to write it! If you guys have anything to say, critique, or express, please feel free to write a review! I'm completely open to suggestions. All I ask is that they are written with good intentions because I love you guys so much and I want you guys to be happy with what I'm writing! I love you guys!
-V.I. Winthrop