The Phoenix Ancients
Chapter 03 – Blocks, Pranks, Snape, and Some Reflection.
After a short walk, Harry and Calla found themselves in a medium sized room in the Goblin's Healing Center in the castle. The room looked like any other standard hospital room, white. Everything was white. Even the metal instruments were white. The whole process of getting settled into the room was quick; they were changed into a comfortable pair of cotton pajamas, Harry's were a dark grey t-shirt and pant set while Calla's were a light grey camisole and Capri pant set; then they were told to lay down and get comfortable on the beds while they waited for the Goblin Healer to show. When Griphook had left to fetch Healer Dzetum, the female Goblin healer that had been assigned to them, Harry and Calla started talking.
"Harry…do you think this will hurt much? I mean, do you think that they'll be able to take the block off of me? It's been there for so long…" She trailed off with a slight look of despair, she finally had a chance to be like her sister but yet there was a possibility that it wouldn't work because it had been placed on her when she was younger.
"Aunt Callie, it'll work, I'm sure Healer Dzetum can take off the block that the old coot put on you. Besides, you don't need to worry about anything since that show of accidental magic back at the house; I think the block that was put on your magic was slowly cracking anyhow. So really, there's nothing you need to worry about, dear Aunt Callie." Harry smiled winningly as he looked at her from his bed.
"You're correct, Mr. Potter. The magic block already has been cracked so hers shall be the easiest to remove. Yours on the other hand shall be a great challenge." Healer Dzetum stated as she entered the room and locked the door after an assistant came in. At Harry's confused look, she continued. "Let me perform the scan again and I'll show you what I mean." With that, she stepped up to Harry's bed and waved her hand in an intricate pattern. Harry felt a tingle and then was amazed when writing started to appear in front of him and the healer. "Baby Blocker, placed on by birth parents when you were nine months old; Quixtor Block, placed on by Albus Dumbledore when you were seven years old, eleven years old, twelve years old, thirteen years old, thrice when you were fourteen, and once more when you were fifteen, which was recently placed on you; loyalty charms towards Albus Dumbledore and Molly Weasley placed by Albus Dumbledore, and Ronald Weasley and Ginerva Weasley placed by Ginerva Weasley; Glamour Charm; Talent Blocker, which is blocking sixty percent of your Parselmouth, and is fully blocking wandless magic, beast speaking, metamorphmagus, animagus, multimagus, and transporting; an Attitude Charm, making you shy, foolishly brave, and trustworthy, placed on you when you were three by Albus Dumbledore; and there is a Attraction spell towards Ginerva Weasley placed on you the same time the last Quixtor block was placed on you." When she was done speaking, not only was she angry that a youngling would have so many charms and blocks on him but she was angry that her superiors had never noticed when he had been in. Harry on the other hand didn't know whether to be angry, shocked, depressed, or incredulous. So he went with all of them, making him look extremely sick. Several moments passed when the occupants were lost in their own thoughts; Dzetum thinking of a way to let in to her superiors without losing her job and honor, Harry thinking of what he had done to deserve all of those charms to be placed on him, and Calla…well, she was thinking of different ways to kill and torture Albus Dumbledore and the Weasleys that were mentioned. Dzetum was the first to come out of her thoughts. "Now, I suggest we start with Ms. Evans, seeing as she only has three charms on her; the Quixtor Block, the Talent Block, and the glamour. While I'm removing the blocks from Ms. Evans I suggest that Junior Healer Pulifi heal you, Mr. Potter. Then when I'm done with Ms. Evans, Pulifi can check her over while I remove the blocks from you. Does that sound okay?" She looked between the two, hoping that they would go along with it.
"That sounds great, Healer Dzetum, that is…if it's alright with you Aunt Callie?" Harry asked softly, turning his wide hopeful eyes towards his thinking Aunt. A few silent moments passed where Harry was fidgeting endlessly and Calla was thinking. Then she nodded, earning a grand smile from her nephew.
"Excellent." Dzetum exclaimed before bustling over to Calla's bed, waving her hand the whole way over. As Dzetum went over to Calla, the Junior Healer that had come with the healer went to Harry's bed.
"Hello, Mr. Potter, I'm Junior Healer Pulifi and I'll be healing you while Healer Dzetum takes the blocks and glamour off of your Aunt. Then after she is done with your Aunt, she'll be removing the blocks and charms from you." The small goblin explained as she waved her hand over Harry's injuries.
The bones in his wrist were easily mended, as were the cracked ribs, concussion, sprained ankle, welts, and the minor cuts. But what gave the Junior Healer pause was the gash on Harry's face and the large cuts on his back.
"The cuts on your face and back, were they done magically?" Pulifi asked as she paused with her hand directly over the gash on his face, her eyes closed, and a thoughtful expression on her face.
"N-no, m-my u-un-uncle did it. Why? What's wrong?" Harry replied slowly, suddenly worried.
"Nothing's wrong, Mr. Potter…unless you're incredibly vain." She paused again before trailing a delicately manicured finger along the gash, earning a slight wince from Harry. "These cuts won't heal magically, which means that the knife used was coated in an illegal potion that causes the wounds inflicted with it to be unable to heal." She paused once more before placing a small hand on Harry's injured eye. " I can repair your vision, simply because your eyelid took the brunt of the potion." His eye felt a little tingly but that was it as she healed his eye.
Pulifi climbed off of the bed she had climbed on to heal Harry easier and walked to the short counter in the room. While her attention was on the counter, Harry shifted his attention to his Aunt. It looked as if Healer Dzetum had started easy and removed the glamour first. Calla now looked like his mother's sister; gone was the blonde hair, dark eyes, and horse face, and in its place brilliant red hair, pale jade eyes, and a heart shaped face. But Harry was little worried about his Aunt's appearances, simply for the fact that she seemed to be in a significant amount of pain. Just as he swung his legs off the side of the bed to go comfort his Aunt, Pulifi returned with a jar of blue cream and a stern look on her face.
"Now Mr. Potter, I know you weren't about to interfere with the removing of a powerful block, were you?" She asked, sounding eerily similar to Madam Pomfrey.
"Harry," He corrected almost automatically. "And I wasn't going to interfere; I was just going to comfort her…she looks like she's in so much pain…" He whispered, never taking his gaze off of his Aunt that he had come to love in a short period of time. Pulifi's face softened as she followed his gaze to Calla.
"The reason it hurts as much as it does," She started, her voice soft, as she applied the blue cream to the wounds on his back using magic to assist her. "Is because of the strength of the wizard that cast it and the length of time it has been on her." Harry's eyes narrowed dangerously at the fact. Dumbledore was certainly going to have some explaining to do when he got back.
For a moment it seemed, time stopped. The other occupants in the room turned as one, even the slightly twitching Calla, to face a shaking Harry. His eyes were closed and his hands were clenched into tight fists. Just how far had Dumbledore's machinations extended? Had his whole existence been planned out by the old codger? How about the lives of his maternal grandparents? Were they forced into hiding or were they simply killed off because they got in the way? Pulifi eyed the young man nervously, but placed a calming hand on one of his clenched fists. Slowly, his body relaxed and his head slumped forward.
"Perhaps…I should put you in an induced coma, Harry. Seeing the reaction that your Aunt had to the effects of the removal, I'm almost afraid to see what your reaction will be to all of the ones on you." Pulifi spoke quietly as Dzetum finished removing the blocks from Calla and put a sleeping spell on her. Once Dzetum was done, she joined Pulifi beside Harry and placed her hand on his other fist.
"Pulifi is right, Mr. Potter. It would be less painful for you and would cause you less injury."
As he sat there, thinking about what they had said, he nodded. It made sense really, and there was a plus to not being conscious. He wouldn't be able to over think anything. Slowly, he nodded and pulled his hands away from the concerned goblins. Pausing for only a second more, he leaned back into bed and waited.
"I'll do it…" He whispered and that was the last he knew.
oOoOo. Broom cupboard, 12 Gimmauld Place .oOoOo
"Ouch! Get off my foot, George!" A voice hissed in pain.
"Oi! I'm not George, I'm Fred!" Came the reply as a soft snicker accompanied it.
"You two know that doesn't work on me, you twit. Now shush, I think someone's coming." And true to the person's prediction, footsteps could be heard thumping up the stairs.
For the three people that were currently hiding in the broom closet across the hall from the two youngest Weasleys, it seemed like ages before the owners of the feet that caused the sound to finally reach the top of the stairs.
"I'm telling you Ginny, Hermione's up to something. She's been acting like I'm revolting or something and she's always hanging out with the Twins!" The first person said.
"That little mudblood isn't smart enough to pull one over on us, so shut up Ron before someone hears us!" Ginny snapped at Ron.
In the closet, the twins were having to forcibly restrain and quiet an enraged Hermione. After the sound of the doors closing, the twins poked their heads out of the door to make sure no one was in the hall or on their way up, before dragging Hermione to their room. While they were dragging her, Hermione was fuming. How dare they call her a mudblood and say that she was, of all the horrid things to say, stupid! Growling low in her throat, she kicked out, punched out, and even attempted to bite the hand across her mouth. But it was all in vain, the twins were much too strong for her.
By the time the twins got her to their room and thrown up silencing and multiple locking charms on the door, Fred was in severe pain, seeing as he was the one that had latched onto her. With one arm around her midsection and his opposite hand clamped on her mouth, he had endured biting, kicking, and scratching. Sighing in relief when he saw his twin finish with the charms on the door, he released Hermione only to catch her again as she ran head long to the door.
"Hermione, stop! I know what they said was horrible but if you go out there and openly go against them, then we'd have no way to keep Harry informed." Fred whispered soothingly into her ear as she continued to struggle in his grasp. In truth, Fred had wanted to do nothing more than race out of the cupboard with Hermione and tear his siblings in two for the disgraceful words directed towards the bookworm in his arms. Noticing that her struggling was slowly ebbing, but quickly turning to grief he sank onto the bed pulling her with him.
"It's just that…I had thought that they were truly my friends! The way they acted whenever Malfoy had called me that loathsome name, or the way they stood up for me when Harry couldn't be there to help." She sniffled and buried her face into Fred's chest. Fred looked up to his twin, worry etched clearly onto their normally mischievous faces.
Several tense moments passed while Hermione continued to cry and Fred and George whispering soothing words to her. George had started pacing at some point and kept stopping to help his twin calm the loveable bookworm down, his mind in overdrive. How were they going to continue to act as though they hadn't heard those harmful words? Finally, after what seemed like days, but was only twenty minutes, Hermione calmed down enough to pull away from Fred and look up at him with a sheepish grin.
"Sorry for crying all over you, Fred." Her voice was hoarse from crying and she had tear tracks on her face, but she felt better. Of course she was still hurt, but she had cried it out, leaving her feeling cleansed. Fred shrugged and grinned with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"No need to fret over that, oh-wonderful bookworm. The only thing you need to worry that pretty little head over is how we're going to get our revenge on the Weasel and the Little Bint." Fred's grin grew wider when he saw his twin perk up at the prospect of a prank and the contemplative look from Hermione.
"Now I was thinking…"
oOoOo. 1 hour later – Grimmauld Kitchen .oOoOo
Fred, George, and Hermione just entered the kitchen which was full of Order members from the just ended meeting. The three had slightly pleased looks on their faces but none of the adults caught it except for Mad-Eye and Snape. Sitting at the table next to each other, they started a conversation about the effects of moonstone and boomslang in a potion, occasionally shooting glances at the door. Snape watched the trio with a raised eyebrow while Moody was trying his hardest not to grin or laugh out, having seen what the trio was waiting for. Hermione looked at her watch and grinned widely before starting to cough to cover it up, Fred patting her on the back asking if she was okay. Just then, the occupants of the room startled from a loud shriek from upstairs, loud enough to set off Mrs. Black and her rantings.
While all of the occupants, minus the trio, Snape, Moody, and Dung, rushed out to see what the problem was, Hermione calmly stood and strode up to Mrs. Black's painting and pulling closed the curtains. When she returned to the kitchen she just blinked at the looks she was receiving from her potions professor and the grizzly old auror. From upstairs the occupants in the kitchen could hear shrieking and laughter…lots of laughter. Several moments later, while the trio were picking at their dinner and continuing their potions discussion, stomping footsteps could be heard coming down the steps.
"Fred! George! You two explain yourselves this instant!" Molly Weasley shrieked as soon as she entered the kitchen dragging a female Ron and a male Ginny into the room behind her, who were followed by a still chuckling Order. Fred and George looked up with innocent expressions, truly innocent expressions.
"Mum?" "What happened?" Fred and George replied, respectively. Meanwhile, Snape struggled not to laugh and Moody had given up and was in the middle of a fit of hysterical laughter. Molly's face reached a new shade of puce as she pointed a stubby finger at the twins.
"You two did this, I know you did! Now reverse it, reverse it now!" Fred and George held their hands up innocently.
"We didn't do anything!"
"We haven't seen Ron or Ginny all day,"
"So there was no way that we could have done that!" Hermione snorted in laughter to herself. The twins were being completely truthful, they had nothing to do with what had happened to Ron and Ginny other than giving her the idea to do it. She was the one that had brewed the potion and put in a box of candies that she had slipped into Ron's room. Ron, hearing Hermione's snort of laughter, whirled around to glare at her which only caused her snort louder and slap a hand over her mouth.
"What are you laughing at 'Mione?!" Ron screeched in a very effeminate voice, causing Hermione to squeak and burying her face in Fred's shoulder; hoping to hide the tears of mirth from the room.
"Oi, Ronniekins! I think you scared her!" Fred crowed as he wrapped an arm around a shaking Hermione.
"I think we should take her up to her room, so she's not scarred for the rest of her life." George piped up taking position on the other side of Hermione, leading them out of the kitchen all the while ignoring Molly's screeching for them to get back and set her babies right. They were so intent on getting back to the twins' room that they didn't notice the two figures following them silently.
When the trio, plus two, reached the room the collapsed on the floor in giggles. Snape raised his eyebrow again, while Moody locked the door and put a silencing charm up. The three were still giggling when they heard Snape clear his throat; which, when they heard, looked up and stopped giggling…for five seconds before falling back into giggles.
"Are you going to tell us why you pulled such a prank on your friends Miss. Granger? Or are you going to continue to giggle like a schoolgirl?" Hermione looked up at the surly professor, tears of mirth streaming down her face and still giggling at random intervals.
"How'd you know it was me, sir?" Hermione bit her lip to stop herself from laughing again at the image of Ron with waist length hair and a C-cup chest and Ginny flat-chested and with a buzz cut. Snape snorted in amusement and drew his wand to conjure a chair before sitting in it primly.
"Considering that you were talking about two ingredients that are frequently used in a Gender Bender Potion or that Misters Weasley were telling the truth when they said that they didn't do it? It fails me to how I could have figured it out." He replied sarcastically. Hermione smirked, one that any Slytherin would envy, and shrugged her shoulders.
"It wasn't a Gender Bender Potion though, sir. Those need the victim's…I mean, individual's DNA to change the gender of the person. I, and yes I'm admitting to doing it, used a completely different potion that won't wear off for two days and using any spells will only further advance the changes on their bodies." Her smirk turned absolutely evil now. "Which I'm sure they're finding out just…about…now!" And sure enough there was a louder shriek from downstairs, sending Mrs. Black into another fit. Hermione, Fred, and George however doubled over laughing again. "I wonder which spell was used…maybe Ginny noticed a little something different between her legs…or maybe Ron's missing his?" She snorted in laughter, causing the two adults in the room to wince when she said something about Ron missing something between his legs.
"Alright, so we know it was you, now tell us why you did it?" Snape asked, trying, and failing, to keep his amusement in check. Hermione stiffened and turned away from the adults in the room while Fred and George shared a look. Minutes passed before she turned back around, a sneer firmly in place, shocking everyone in the room.
"They deserve everything that happens to them in the next two days." She whispered ferociously, her eyes glinting dangerously. "They have been stealing from Harry for years, Molly and Dumbledore included, those two rodents have been reporting Harry's every move to Dumbledore while at school for money, Ginny was planning on slipping Harry a love potion so that he would marry her and if he were to die in the final battle she would gain his entire vault contents, Ron was going to slip me a love potion also so I would be his perfect little mudblood slut," She spat out, now pacing the room like a caged animal, while Snape and Moody shared a look, "They dared to call me stupid, let alone a mudblood, Ron has hindered Harry's learning in fear of being showed up by not only a mudblood but a half-blood as well." Hermione stopped suddenly and looked at the two adults in fear, though there was an underlying light of anger still in her eyes. "Oh no…you're going to tell Dumbledore now aren't you? He's going to cast a memory charm on me again….then I won't remember all of this!" She sunk to her knees and started crying, while whispering 'not again, please not again' over and over.
Fred shot a worried look at the adults before pulling the whimpering Hermione to him and rubbing soothing circles on her back. George stood in front of his brother and Hermione, wand in hand and a hard look on his face.
"Look. I don't know what she's talking about when she says that she'll be memory charmed again, but I know that I won't let either of you harm her anymore than my idiot brother and sister have. I know I'm no match, but I think I can hold you off long enough to let her escape." He said harshly, as he tried to block out Hermione's whimpers of 'not again'. Moody just shook his head and raised his hands in a placating gesture, while Snape merely raised an eyebrow. He had to give them credit, they had guts.
"Miss. Granger, Misters Weasley, I assure you that I will not tell Dumbledore. Alastor and I have been suspecting Dumbledore was doing something less than Light acceptable. What you just said proves it, but what I'm curious about, and everyone else in this room I'm sure, is what you meant when you said 'he's going to cast a memory charm on me again'." He looked at her calmly, a hint of concern in his obsidian eyes. Hermione looked up, her face covered in tears and her eyes red and puffy.
"He…Dumbledore, he found out that I was getting suspicious the end of fourth year. I had looked up the rules for the Tri-Wizard after Harry's name had come out, and found that there had been a way for Harry to have not have participated. Then I had been thinking about what had happened so far since our schooling started, the Philosopher's Stone, the Chamber, my use of a Time Turner, and Harry and I saving Buckbeak and Sirius. There was no way that a Headmaster of any school would willingly bring something into his school to hide and have traps to keep it safe…yet three eleven year olds were capable of getting passed AND save the stone." She shook her head against Fred's chest and gripped his shirt tighter. "Dumbledore had found out that I was doubting him, through Legilimency I suppose, and called me to his office the day before the end of term. I didn't remember going there, I think he forgot to finish the memory, so I cast a diagnostic spell on myself…to my shock I had a powerful memory charm placed on me." She shuddered. "When I told Ron about it, he told me I was imagining things and sent me to see Dumbledore again…and he charmed me again, this time he erased something important…the fact that I was to help McGonagall with the first years on the train. She sent me a letter over the summer stating how disappointed she was in me that I forgot to help her…imagine my surprise when I read that." She laughed harshly, causing the occupants to wince at the sound. When she didn't continue, Snape leaned forward trying to catch her eye.
"Miss. Granger, how did you find out that time?" A light blush covered her cheeks as she looked away quickly.
"I figured something was wrong so I brewed the potion that shows any charms that had been placed on me over the past year and the spell or potion to use to remove them." She scowled at the floor, remembering something. "The results were horrid. I was never so disgusted in my entire life; a love spell, several loyalty charms, an attitude charm, three memory charms and a power block. I, of course, brewed the potions that I could while out of school and when I got on the train I used the spells." She snorted derisively before continuing. "Harry was the only one to notice my change in behavior. He said I looked better, like I wasn't being held down as much." Shaking her head she met the eyes of the feared potions master and willingly let him enter her mind.
Snape spent several moments in Hermione's thoughts before leaning back abruptly, cutting the connection off in the process. He sat there with a disgusted look on his face as the blush on Hermione's cheeks brightened. The old codger had allowed that Weasley do…that…to the Granger girl?
"He found out…and thought he would teach me a lesson." Hermione's voice was soft as she explained to the other occupants. "I was under an Imperio, after being mentally subdued of course," She threw in with a sneer, "He had Ron…" She choked and refused to meet the eyes watching her. Snape, showing compassion for a student not in Slytherin stood and stalked to the door, ready to kill the old codger and the weasel. "Professor, don't…please…" She looked up, grief etched in every line of her face. He paused with one hand on the door knob and his wand in the other, ready to disarm the spells on the door.
"Why, Miss. Granger, would you want me to stop? No one should have to endure what you did…to be treated like that…it's despicable! I doubt even the Dark Lord would do such a thing to someone as intelligent as you." Snape spat out, he knew for a fact that the Dark Lord wasn't what he seemed, but that wasn't the point. "Give me one reason that I shouldn't go out there and kill them both."
Hermione sat there blinking at her potion's professor. What could she tell him? Was there truly a reason for him not to kill the old codger and the weasel? Chewing her bottom lip, she focused her attention on the ground once more while the occupants finally figured out what had happened. The old codger had put her under the imperious and made her willingly be raped by the weasel.
"They're needed in the war, Professor. I much as I hate to admit it, Dumbledore is needed and so is everyone else." She spoke softly, still focused on the ground. As what she said sank in, Snape dropped his hand from the door and slouched against it.
"You're right…"
oOoOo. Hospital, Goblin Underground .oOoOo
Calla sat on her bed, her legs dangling over the edge as she watched her nephew as he twitched in his healing coma. She had woken up an hour ago feeling as if a ton of weight had been lifted off of her. She felt lighter and more care free now that the block had been removed. Standing from the bed, Calla made her way to the bathroom so she could get a better look at herself now that the glamour had been taken off. When she reached the full length mirror in the bathroom, she gasped in shock. She had her mother and sister's hair, the brilliant red that shone like rubies in the sun; she had her father's eyes, the pale jade with a few stripes of dark green and blue; she was taller, approximately five foot eight now; and she had filled out, gaining a shapelier figure instead of her previous ramrod straight. Lifting a slender hand, Calla ran it through her newly acquired red hair, remembering the brief dreams from her childhood where she had red hair and light green eyes. Calla shrugged and walked back to Harry's bed, smoothing the hair from his face when she reached him. He was muttering something in his sleep that she could quite understand; curious as ever, she bent over to listen to him but what he was mumbling didn't make sense, at least not to her. Pulifi entered the room carrying a tray with a plate of food and several vials of potions, as she set it down her slightly more attuned hearing picked up Harry's mutters.
"Can't believe…Cedric alive? Why…did he….break me?"
The goblin's eyes widened comically after she heard what Harry was saying. If she understood correctly, Harry had been misled about the Diggory boy being alive…along with everyone else that the boy had been in contact with. Gesturing to the tray, Pulifi made a motion of drinking and eating then fled. She had a trip to make, whether her superiors approved or not…she was going to St. Mungos to fetch Cedric Diggory.
Calla blinked several times before looking at the tray laden with food and potions, sighing, she sat on her bed and ate the food going over what her and Harry had been through the past day.
/flashback/
Petunia helped Harry out to the garage and into the car that she had parked there yesterday. Once he was in the passenger seat safely, she pulled out the invisibility cloak that she had salvaged from Harry's room and tossed it over his shivering form.
"I'm taking you to a clinic first, Harry. Just to get some of it taken care of in case we encounter problems." She had said sternly, expecting some kind of rejection from Harry, but none came. He was in too much pain to really care.
After a thirty minute drive, Petunia pulled her car to a stop in front of a small emergency clinic. Chewing her lip in thought, she seemed to come to a decision and pulled the cloak off of Harry and dashed to the entrance, only to come back out not more than a minute later with an orderly and a wheel chair.
"Jesus, ma'am! If I'd have known that he was banged up this bad, then I would have brought the gurney out!" The orderly exclaimed as he helped a battered Harry out of the sedan. Harry chuckled weakly, shaking his head sadly.
"I'm fine, just bruised up. My Aunt took care of most of the damage before we got here." Harry said softly before groaning as he sat in the wheelchair. "Bet Snape would love to see this…"
The orderly ignored Harry and wheeled him into the clinic briskly, paging Dr. Genre to the front desk ASAP. When the doctor, a pretty blonde lady with her hair in a loose bun, came out she gasped in shock and jumped to action. Petunia had a hard time telling what had happened after that, having never seen someone act so quickly yet efficiently. Almost another half hour later, the doctor called Petunia over to look at Harry's back and gasped in shock, then outrage. There carved on Harry's back were the words 'worthless freak'. She refused to tell Harry what was on his back, not wanting to upset him. After reassuring the doctor that she would take care of him, they duo left the clinic. Harry went to the car and started pulling out their bags while Petunia called for a cab. They walked to a little shop that was a block away from the clinic to buy a black fedora and black sunglasses with emerald green lenses for Harry and a sun hat and gray sunglasses for Petunia. When they left the shop, the taxi was waiting for them.
Arriving at the Leaky Cauldron was an anxious experience for Harry and Petunia; they had to get past Tom, hoping that he wouldn't inform Dumbledore about their passing through. But it was all for naught, because Tom just nodded to the passing duo and went back to cleaning the bar top. After that, Petunia and Harry had made their way to the bank quickly, knowing that as soon as they were in the bank no harm would come to them.
/end flashback/
Calla sighed and looked over at her nephew once more as she downed the potions on the tray. "I'm so sorry Harry, I hope you could find it in your heart to forgive a woman for treating her own blood with such hate. Even if I had that horrid charm on me, that's no excuse, I should have tried to break it." She cried, burying her face in her hands.
"S'alright, An' Cal. I…f'give you…" Harry mumbled with his eyes still closed, seemingly still stuck in dreamland.
Calla just shook her head and looked at him in amazement. Oh yes, Albus Dumbledore was certainly going to pay for what he did to her family.
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Sorry for the delay. I was having some computer issues. -shrugs- All better now though.
Alright, the poll!
Who should Harry be paired with? (current standings)
Luna – 7 votes
Hermione – 5 votes
Hermione & Fleur – 4 votes
Fleur – 4 votes
Hermione, Luna, Fleur – 3 votes
Tonks – 3 votes
Tonks,Hermione, & Luna – 2 votes
Tonks & Luna – 1 vote
Tonks, Fleur, Gabrielle, & Luna – 1 vote
Original – 1 vote
Susan Bones – 1 vote
Daphne Greengrass – 1 vote
No Pairing – 1 vote
Don't forget to place your vote! And if I can't pick, I'll choose the top two, which is currently Luna & Hermione. Don't like it? Vote! xD
Alright. Peace.
Topsey