Omg! Omg! Omg! XXDDD Yay! It's only been an hour and all the wonderful reviews. *sniff* (Actually I'm giggling like a maniac. '^.^) So I'd still like to involve Malik and Marik (someone thought I'd only take one) but I need reader feedback! Like, seriously! (Oh shit, I sound like a 90's teenage princess. O.o) Anyways, while I'm on 90's… been reading a lot of Buffy fics lately. I especially liked Key to the Past (a HP crossover of course) so if you like that genre, go check it out. ^^
I also want to give a quick shout out to Munky. You're getting ahead of yourself and while I love that you're so excited about the story, you're jumping a lot of guns to conclusions that just aren't coming. I love the enthusiasm but I hate to crush your hopes more. '^.^ You're trying to put plots you've seen before into my story and they aren't forthcoming. I do try and keep all of this original and unique.
…umm… yeah… life… nothing going on… and since I've nothing better to do… I guess I could write… Just kidding! I'd love to write as soon as I get over my major writers block. I'll just start writing now. ^^
Hermione shuffled through the bookcase for the third time in the last hour picking out promising books and passing them on to the rest of them to look through. Picking out a book titled The Start of Magic: A Guide to Origins and Ancient Uses she heard Ron start complaining behind her. "Hermione! We're not finding anything here!" the complaint was accompanied by another loud thump as a book was heavily shut. "Honestly Ron; you've barely even looked." Hermione rebuffed grabbing another title: Dark Cultures of Ancient Times.
"Ron does have a point Hermione." Harry piped up and Hermione heard the gentler sound of a book being closed. "We don't even know what we're looking for." Hermione had to stop herself from sighing. "We're looking for mentions of ancient magic that could take souls." She repeated for about the fourth time and grabbed a different book deciding to go for a new approach. Dementors: What They Are, Where They Come From, and How They Came to be. Maybe the new angle would help.
Ginny came over to get the new Stack just as Hermione put the last book on top. "Dementors, Hermione?" She asked looking at the top title. Hermione rubbed her forehead and climbed down off the ladder. "We kept comparing it to dementors so maybe there's something in how they were made…" Hermione turned towards the group just as Ginny slid the stack of about ten new books onto the table and the twins respectively put their books aside in favor of new ones.
Ginny took the one on Dementors and sat down in a moth eaten armchair to the side to browse through. Deciding to look through the chapter titles (to determine what parts would be useful or not) she came across Chapter 13: Supposed Origins. Skipping to page 219 she started browsing through.
It is said they were first born from the fears of mankind… often thought to be malevolent energy given form… theorized that they were once dark elves who fed off the negatives emotions of man… outlandish theory of having once been pixies that devoured human flesh… (Ginny quickly skipped past that one.) In Egypt it is said that they were once spirits given form through dark magic…
Ginny stopped reading for a moment. Dark Magic. She checked again: Egypt? 'Might as well.' She thought as she thoroughly read the next two paragraphs on it.
In Egypt it is said that they were once spirits given form through dark magic. Between the years of 3500 bc and 3000 bc (No one truly knows the time frame as records from the time are scarce and often incomplete.) it is recorded that a dark form of magic was used throughout the kingdoms for war like purposes. Taking a person's Ka (the dark half of a person's soul according to Egyptian mythology) they transformed it into a monster and did battle with them. The process often killed the person having their Ka used for battle unless an extreme aptitude for the magic of the time was had so eventually they started removing Kas from criminals instead of having executions.
The legend is that towards the end of the years of darkness (or 'shadows' as it is sometimes translated) a young man rose to power and used the process for his own means. The young man opposed the ruling family and took 99 malevolent spirits he considered had wrongly been killed by the crown and gave them physical form. Accordingly, the Ka is a representation of one's self while the Ba (the other half of the soul) is the spirit that keeps you alive and in this realm. Since these spirits were only the Ba half of the soul their form was unified and they did as the young man asked: cause chaos and disruption throughout the upper and lower kingdoms. The spirits were said to take the souls of other 'criminals' who had been wrongly killed and turn them into one of them. In Egypt, they are known as 'Baruch Sarachu' or 'Soul Stealers'. This is the oldest story of Dementors, however; there is no proof for or against this theory.
"Hey, guys," Ginny called the rest of the room's attention. "I think I found something." As everyone gathered around Ginny's seat Hermione read the paragraphs out loud over her shoulder. "Hey, that sounds pretty promising." Ron started barely after Hermione finished the last word earning himself a quick glare. "I'll admit it's the best we've got." Hermione conceded at length.
"Come on Hermione, it's got everything. Soul stealing magic, ancient magic, soul stealers… there has to be something more to this." Hermione sighed at Ron's pigheadedness even if in this case he did have a point. "Fine. Ginny, can you see if there's anything else on this in there?" She waited for Ginny's nod of consent before turning to the rest of them. "Ron, Harry, look through the books we already have out and see what you can find on Egypt. Fred, George, keep looking at other possible explanations. I don't want to narrow down the search too quickly. I'm going to go look for some books more specifically on Egypt." Without waiting for the boys consent she went back to the ladder, moved it down a couple feet to where the books were sorted by culture instead of all around coverage and started searching for anything there that might be on Egypt.
"When did she get put in charge?" Ron huffed as he went back to the table to pick up the book he'd just closed to look for something pertaining to Egypt. "Since she knows the most about researching things like this." Harry answered drawing his own book towards himself only to have Hermione appear at his shoulder. "Before I forget, write down everything you find on some parchment so we can sort through it later." Seeing Ron about to complain, Harry stood up. "I'll go get some ink and quills then." Hermione nodded her consent before turning back to the bookcase as Harry caught a glimpse of Ron's miffed face.
~Ryou~
Ryou had been practicing without keeping track of time so when he had consistently hit center enough times that there was a hole to see into the next room from he decided that was enough for the day. Only limping slightly as he retrieved his knife for the final time Ryou sat down to finally evaluate his ankle which had been ignored in favor of practice. His shoe being fairly easy to unlace and remove he put it aside. He felt Bakura peering through the back of his eyes as he rolled down his sock causing the miniature knife he had forgotten was there to clamor onto the floor. Gasping, and then gritting his teeth at the pain, Ryou gingerly removed the rest of his sock. It was swollen all around and bruised purple (still turning to black) on the inside where it'd been hit worst.
Gently running his cool fingers across and around the injury to asses where the worst of it was Ryou felt Bakura grow angry in the back of his mind. /That bastard. / he growled reviewing his plans for Haru Bakura's death. /I'm sure he didn't hurt me on purpose. / Ryou defended before flinching as his fingers discovered a particularly sore spot right above his foot. He heard Bakura's growl deepen. 'I should probably go wrap this up…' Ryou thought as he grabbed the small knife and tucked it into his front left pocket and his sock followed it the foot dangling out so his pocket wouldn't stink up.
Carefully standing on one foot with the wall for support Ryou stood before bending back down to get his discarded sneaker. Ryou tried to stifle the pain enough to not have a major limp as he moved the chair back into its former position and started off down the hallway. He could still feel Bakura simmering in the back of his mind but was thankful he kept his comments to himself. His father might have neglected his care a bit but it was Ryou's fault that he was now injured.
Feeling Bakura's rage spike at such thoughts Ryou abandoned them in favor of figuring out how to get down the stairs. Chucking his shoe into the shadow realm he used both hands along the spiraling railing to agonizingly move down the staircase one step at a time. 'This isn't the worst I've had.' Ryou kept reminding himself as he worked his way down finally reaching the door onto the second floor and pushing it open. The cool air of the house was acting like a cooling pack for Ryou's sore ankle but he knew he still needed to wrap it and elevate it.
Rounding the corner towards the next staircase he'd have to take (in midst of all the confusion his and Hermione's bags were still down in the foyer) he noticed Harry coming towards him from the opposite direction. Straightening out, Ryou pretended he wasn't injured at all and walked a bit slower than usual towards the staircase silently hoping Harry would ignore him and not question why he only had on one shoe.
Harry spotted Hermione's cousin rounding the corner just as he was about to enter the room and noticed him only wearing one shoe, the other foot being bare. After his preliminary surprise Harry remembered how Ryou'd been limping and took a closer look. In the dim light he couldn't tell if it was swollen but it certainly looked bruised. 'Maybe I should offer to help…' Harry wondered until he looked into Ryou's eyes. Eyes that wouldn't ask for help not out of defiance; but out of fear. It was those eyes that made Harry's decision for him and he was talking before he even knew what he was saying. "Hey, Ryou, umm… do you need some help?"
Ryou's eyes widened in fear before dropping to the floor in despair, 'Of course it was too obvious.' he thought dejectedly. 'If I only had the sock on maybe I could pass it off but not this. Stupid! Stupid!' Ryou berated himself. 'Can't do anything right. Making everyone worry and taking up their time. Just a waste.' Bakura felt the black curtain covering Ryou's mind again and decided to push it out of Ryou's focus. /Itoshi, he's already noticed so why don't you have him grab your bag? It'll only make your ankle worse if you force yourself to go down those stairs. /
Harry, taking Ryou's silence almost correctly wondered what he should do next. 'Shit, I hope I didn't insult him. Should I just pretend I didn't notice like he wanted me to or should I show him that it's alright to ask for help? But if I push he might feel really insulted…' In midst of his musings he didn't notice Ryou warily look up and to the side so he wouldn't meet Harry's eyes but he was brought back to reality when Ryou's shy voice stretched across the hall. "A-ano… could you bring up my bag?" Harry, a bit surprised that Ryou had asked on his own must have given a questioning or surprised expression (he was too shell-shocked to notice what expression was on his face) because Ryou blushed and looked down before continuing. "I have bandages in my bag…" he tailed off obviously not wanting to say more so Harry jumped to his task. "Yeah, no problem." He said before rushing off to get the bag.
In the back of his mind he remembered that Ron would probably get annoyed if he wasn't back soon with the parchment but pushed it aside in favor of helping Ryou out. Maybe talking about his own childhood would help? Reaching the bottom of the stairs he grabbed the one that looked like a standard suitcase instead of Hermione's trunk and carefully pulled it up the stairs so he wouldn't disturb Mrs. Black's portrait. 'Thinking of… Why was she so scared of Ryou? How could she recognize him when he's never been here before? Was he mistaken for Voldemort's new ally? But when would he have been here!' Harry followed his train of thought to a new line of questioning which started giving him a headache. 'I should probably figure out what this power is first.' He conceded before noticing Ryou had moved to sit at the top of the steps. 'Probably so he can get it wrapped up faster.' He thought and hurried up the second set of stairs.
Ryou meanwhile was lost in his own thoughts of self worth and how pitiful he was. He was making someone do something for him; that was bad. He asked for Harry (Someone he barely even knew and an important guy!) to go get his bags for him; that was wrong. He was to pathetic to finish getting his bag himself; that was worse. He let someone see that he was injured; that was stupid. 'Why can't I do anything right?' Ryou asked himself bringing his feet up another step closer to his chest and leaning his head forward. 'I'm so pathetic…'
Bakura was getting annoyed at how much they had hurt Ryou in just one day. It would take days to get him back to normal! Ryou however was saved from his thoughts by Harry this time when he plunked the suitcase a bit noisily next to Ryou causing him to jump. "So," he asked trying to sound casual, "where's the bandages?" As he asked as another thought struck him: who brings bandages – especially for this type of injury – on their vacation? 'Maybe he's accident prone?' he tried to explain it but thinking back Ryou had been pretty nimble when he ran up the stairs earlier. Something wasn't making sense here…
Ryou opened up the main component to reveal nicely packed clothes that wouldn't have happened if he left in a hurry with the picture frame carefully on top. Ryou mentally winced at how suspicious this would look. He ignored his instincts of preservation however for wrapping up his ankle. Unzipping another compartment on the bottom of the top he pulled out a plastic bag full of medical supplies careful not to disturb the knife that was hidden there. He had gauze, a small vile of rubbing alcohol, two ace bandages (one big and one small), bandages of all sizes, medical tape, cotton balls, and a pocket sized tube of Neosporin. It was a full fledged medical kit and if his bag being packed wasn't suspicious before, him being this well prepared for injury definitely was. Ryou blindly hoped Harry wouldn't notice even though he knew the impossibility of such and just prayed he wouldn't comment on it.
Harry hardly even noticed how well packed Ryou's suitcase was but he did notice two very suspicious things. 1) Ryou's suitcase had a secret pocket for medical supplies. 2) Ryou was very well stocked on medical supplies. 'Why have so many supplies? Was he going to be somewhere that he needed them?' and the very fact that they were in a concealed pocket. 'Why hide them? Did he have more secret compartments?' Harry eyed the suitcase. It looked absolutely normal but so had the top before Ryou revealed that pocket. It was then that he noticed the uniformly packed clothes. 'Maybe he was supposed to leave tomorrow? Hermione never said exactly how long he was staying.' Putting that aside as something to ask Hermione and something to mention he watched Ryou masterfully check that the band-aid was tight enough without cutting off circulation. He'd obviously done it many times before.
Maybe he could find something out about why Ryou was so well prepared; or at least why he was so practiced at doing this. "Get hurt a lot?" he asked not so subtly and almost hit himself for his stupidity. 'He's not gonna answer such a direct question!' he mentally yelled at himself and was quite surprised when he was proved wrong. "Not so much anymore." Ryou replied softly as he used the small metal clasps to keep the bandage in place.
"Anymore?" Harry asked. After all, that's the first question anyone would ask. Ryou nodded his head sagely as he started rolling his ankle around slightly; checking that it was supported correctly. "Malik taught me a bunch of ways to keep safe."
"Safe from what?" Harry asked trying to keep Ryou from leaving since he seemed satisfied with the bandage. Ryou shrugged as he zipped up the bag again. "Bullies." The word sounded stupid to Ryou as he said it but he had had enough of lying for the day. He could tell Harry was interrogating him but he ignored it. These answers would probably put his mind to rest anyway.
"You get picked on a lot?" Harry said with a just a bit too much of excitement at being near discovering something. Ryou held back a sigh as he tucked the bag back into the not-as-secret-as-it-once-was pocket and closed up his whole suitcase. 'Sighing blows happiness away.' he reminded himself and pushed on. He wasn't even sure why he was having this conversation other than to stifle Harry's curiosity but maybe that was good. Maybe he wouldn't be so suspicious after this.
"Not so much." Ryou finally replied after a pause leaving Harry to pick up the meaning behind it. And he did. Nodding his head in understanding Harry launched into some of his own life story; "I know what you mean. My cousin and his gang used to beat me up all the time. Whenever I go back there during the summer they like to play their favorite sport; Harry Hunting." Ryou nodded as well. Being hunted, he knew that feeling. He recalled one time when a particularly nasty boy in Kyoto had chased him into a back alley a couple blocks from school and pulled a knife on him… Ryou had been in bandages for the next two weeks from cuts across his stomach and along his arms but the boy might never wake again. He might be able to beg Bakura into it or do it himself behind Bakura's back but he wasn't sure he wanted to. But it was wrong to leave him in a coma…
Drawing himself back to present times Ryou decided to ask a question of his own and learn about this 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Ryou knew better than to listen to titles and gossip. "Were you any good at hiding?" Harry was taken about at the question but Ryou pushed on before he answered. "I was never very good at that." Harry couldn't help but feel sorry for him. It was always worse if they found him than if they just started beating on him so if Ryou wasn't a good hider…
Feeling Ryou's eyes on him he decided to answer. "Yeah, I was a good hider." Ryou nodded his head before bringing his sock out of his pocket and tucking it into his suitcase. No need to keep it in his pocket awkwardly the whole day. "Why' d you bring all that stuff with you?" Harry asked not able to keep it to himself even if it was a dumb question. "I tend to get hurt when I go anywhere." He answered simply thinking of his travels and a bit more specifically, Battle City. Although that might not count as travel…
Harry just gave him a 'huh' kind of face but shrugged it off. Suddenly an irregularly loud pop of aparation was heard down the hallway by Harry and Ron's room. 'Crap! I forgot I was supposed to be getting parchment!' Harry jumped up as Ryou whipped his head around. Harry vaguely wondered if Ryou had a headache from his neck being spun so quickly like that. "Harry mate?" The twins called poking their head into the room only to look at each other simultaneously before looking off down the hall and spotting him.
"There you are –"
" –Harry. Hermione sent us –"
" –to come get you."
Shaking his head a little to stop his brain rolling from the word bounce Harry started walking towards them. "Sorry. I got distracted. I'll be right back." Harry said while trying to keep Ryou out of view. Apparently it didn't work as the twins each looked behind him before sharing a look on their own.
"Ok then mate."
"We'll just be –"
" –going back then."
"But you might want to hurry –"
" –the girls are in a right huff about you being gone so long."
"Especially –"
" –Ron."
They grinned at each other widely before another perfectly timed aparation produced a louder pop than usual. "Well," he said turning back to Ryou not knowing quite how to get rid of him nicely. "I gotta get back. I was just supposed to get some parchment…" he trailed off fairly lamely backing up towards his room. Ryou fake smiled a bit too cheerfully to look right and said, "Then you should go. I need to go get my shoe. I left it upstairs."
Harry looked around Ryou for a moment before realizing he was right: Ryou didn't have his shoe with him. Looking again at his ankle and wondering if he should really walk up all those stairs again but he decided getting back was more important. But there was still something undeniably creepy about that fake cheer Ryou put on. Maybe he wanted Harry to stop him? To help him out again? "Yeah, you should go get that." Harry said before turning towards his and Ron's room but not leaving before he heard one last question. "What are you guys doing?" Against his wiser judgment Harry looked again and Ryou's eyes looked almost broken. But he ignored it. "Winter homework." He said before dashing to the desk in the corner, grabbing some parchment, three quills, and a couple bottles of ink before trying to casually walk by Ryou who was slightly limping back down the hallway, all focus on his feet.
~Ryou: A few minutes previously~
"I gotta get back. I was just supposed to get some parchment…" Harry said before Bakura piped up in the back of his mind. /He's hiding something. / Ryou mentally nodded, /I know. / Putting on a smile he knew looked painfully fake he purposefully made Harry feel guilty so less suspicion would fall on him. After all, to Harry he was just 'the picked on kid who needed a friend'. "Then you should go. I need to go get my shoe. I left it upstairs." He held the smile for a bit longer as Harry looked around him for the missing shoe. Harry seemed to deliberate guiltily with himself for a moment before saying, "Yeah, you should go get that." Before immediately turning away from Ryou and going to his room.
Deciding to milk this with one more question he asked, "What are you guys doing?" he made his eyes a bit more sad and his smile a bit more fake but frayed around the edges. When Harry looked back Ryou saw him almost break and after a biting "Winter homework." Ryou heard him rush into his room and push things around so he grudgingly stood up careful to hold the banister for support. He felt Bakura reevaluate how it had been wrapped since it changes when you stand up and after a mental nod of approval he set of down the hall looking at his feet to make sure there wasn't anything to dirty there so he wouldn't ruin his bandage. After watching Harry try to go by him at a reasonable speed he looked a bit further down the hall and satisfied there was nothing too dirty, all the way ahead.
/What's the plan? / Ryou asked. He knew his yami would already have a plan so they could find out exactly what his cousin and her friends were looking into. Bakura smirked, /Practice. / Ryou nodded his head as he started up the spiral stairs towards the top floors. /I thought that might be it. /
~2 minutes later: End of Order meeting~
Molly Weasley didn't consider herself a busy-body. She liked to make sure her family was well cared for and was very much a mom first and anything else came after that. She'd always listened to her parents when she was younger and remembered to always be polite. Her door was always open to a weary traveler – well, less nowadays with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named rising to power again – and thought everyone could use a good meal at the end of a hard day. She liked to run a clean, fair house and that's how she liked most of the world – fair. But she knew it wasn't so she looked the other way. She ignored most of what Arthur brought home from work even if he didn't approve, she ignored half the fights her children got into, she ignored Lucius Malfoy throwing about his wealth like it was a bother but there was one thing she'd never ignore: A child in need.
Harry had been exactly that whenever she saw him. His relatives barely feeding him, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named always after him, his parents gone… so she took him in. Saw him as one of his own. And although she firmly disliked his relatives for how they treated him it was nothing compared to what she now felt for Haru Bakura. Her second eldest son Bill said he was brilliant at his job; wanted nothing more than to shape his career after him. But Bill would have nothing more to do with that- that- horrid man after how he had acted. No matter how renowned his work was or how good, not if she had any say in the least and her son had any common sense about what kind of people to avoid (and Molly prided herself on her kids being good people with good judgment).
"Mr. Bakura," she called conversationally so she could have a word about his actions. "would you come over here please?" Haru Bakura had been about to leave but decided against it. He had wanted to talk to her about her son. "Yes Molly?" he asked as he came over to the back where she was getting pots for dinner going since it was getting on towards 5 at this point. Keeping her back to him she reminded herself to be polite like her parents always told her and tried to start on something light. "What do you think of Bill?" she inquired trying to get a better feel for the man in front of her. She always considered herself a good judge of character but to judge, you must first get to know.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about him." He started in a deep voice that Molly thought sounded a bit proud. "He's a fine young man, a fast learner. At the top of his group, I hear." Molly listened closely and picked up on the faintest accent covered by years of speaking another language. "Thank you. I gave all my boys my best." Molly set a knife to cutting up some chicken. She'd make a nice gumbo for dinner: hearty, but easy on the stomach. Mr. Bakura's son did look rather skinny; was he getting enough food?
"Yes, I suppose you did." Haru's voice sounded a bit clipped on the response. "Oh, you know what it's like raising boys. Well, a boy. Always getting themselves into trouble." She felt the man behind her stiffen as she waved the chicken into a skillet to cook and set to cutting up some celery and carrots. Off to the side she started the potatoes peeling themselves as they would be cut up next. "Not really." Haru finally responded. "He was always a rather quiet child."
Noting the disdain Mr. Bakura seemed to hold for his own son she decided to ask about her own son again in case they never spoke again which she certainly didn't intend to. "Well what about Bill? Do you think he has a promising career ahead of him?" Molly started pulling out ingredients for brother and tossing them right into the pan before she remembered to stir the chicken. 'Wouldn't want anything burnt in the dinner, now would we?' she thought to herself as she listened to Mr. Bakura behind her. "A very promising career except for some of his outlandish ways. He insists on having that ear pierced and has been dallying around with this French girl recently. I don't think he takes his work very seriously."
Molly started getting a bit mad. She didn't like that her son had pierced that ear of his even though she would privately admit that it did look 'cool' as her kids would say and he was an adult but it was good to hear he was interested in a girl. The way he said it as if it was a problem that he had a personal life was getting to her. "A French girl? I never would have guessed." Deciding it was time to find out more about him now that she knew what he thought of her son she turned the tables. "What about your son? He's about that age to start getting a girlfriend."
"I certainly hope not. He'd only ruin her life." He said with passion and Molly turned around deciding she had had more than enough of his bad mouthing the poor boy. "Now you listen here," she started the potatoes cutting themselves into approximately 5cm cubes behind her, "he's your son and you talk about him like he's some sort of plague. Upstairs" she pointed for emphasis. "the only words I heard come out of his mouth was that he was sorry for something that wasn't even his fault."
"Yes it was. It's always that Demon's faul – " Molly cut him off before he could finish that horrid sentence. "It most certainly is not! The portrait is a menace and if Mrs. Black has decided to go up the wall, I'm not surprised. But you! You're son must have been terrified after being yelled at and accused that way and you just hit him! The poor dear must have been scared out of his mind and you just call him a Demon again!" Haru Bakura was looking close to enraged at this point but still managing a bit of civility ground out; "He is a Demon and a menace to all of us. It is none of your business if I treat him accordingly."
"Accordingly! He's just a child and from what I've seen a very polite one at that. Where do you even get the idea that he's a demon? Or that he's a murderer! And where do you have any right to say the world is better off with him dead? He's just a child! You should be talking to him about test scores instead of –" the sentence was never finished as Haru Bakura let his fist fly and hit Molly Weasley square across the jaw. Stumbling back and to her right she held her left cheek as she coughed, her sleeve coming away red. "You have no right to talk to me that way with your own incompetent children. You don't' even know what that monstrosity has done and you think you have a right to tell me off?" Heavy footsteps drew closer to Molly as she could only stare at her sleeve in horror. Suddenly she was yanked up by her hair and she gave a sharp cry before she was looking into cold, angry eyes. "I would suggest you stay out of my business."
Molly only started in slight horror at the man. Molly had two brothers growing up so she used to mock fight with them and sometimes come back with bruises but she had never been hit this hard or this suddenly. Another thought occurred to her when her hair had been pulled: it hurt. She couldn't help but scream out yet the boy hadn't made a sound. Had his son felt this before? Being used to it was the only reason Molly could think of that would stop someone from at least making some sound at the sudden pain. The next thing she knew after staring into hate filled eyes was being thrown into the floor and unconsciously catching herself before her face hit the floor. With her hair in front of her face Molly listened to heavy footsteps fall away and when they were gone up the stairs she only had one thought: 'That poor boy.'
Umm… don't' kill me? Ok, that last scene was only supposed to be talking but Haru had a mind of his own! He said Violence was needed! I also hope I did a good Molly. I can see her being proud of all her kids even if she doesn't always approve and worries for them endlessly. I also see her as a very nice person who learned her lessons about being polite well and follows through on them.
…I'll have to write more of her later. Damn, that wasn't in the plan. Whatever, in the end my plan is very Point A to Point B and anyway to get there.
I actually had to remind myself to even put that last scene in there but the story will get moving more next time. …I think. Also, what do you guys think of my theory on dementors? They'll be plenty more of that next time *wink* and Harry gossips about Ryou… Ok, that sounded wrong.
Anyway, HAPPY NEW YEAR! XXDDD XD XXPPP \^.^/ (This is posted on the first.)
Last thing, hold up an ax in your review if you want Haru to die. ^^ *Picks up the Slayer ax*