A/N: Quotes directly from the book[s] will be in Italics from now on. All copy writes belong to JK Rowling and Bloomsbury Publishing co and any others I can't remember. No copy write infringement is intended.
Chapter 43
Ginny travelled through the Floo and saw Harry walking out of the kitchen an up the stairs. She hurried to follow, ignoring the sound of the Floo igniting behind her. She hurried to catch up to him and finally reached him on the Ground floor landing.
"Harry, wait," she said. He paused.
"Gin, let's just wait for this discussion until after we've talked with my parents. I don't want them to know that something's wrong. They've got enough to worry about without thinking about their only child having," he paused and lowered his voice, "attempted suicide to save the world. Let's leave it for now, and we'll discuss it later, okay?" He noticed Ron and Hermione walking up behind Ginny. They heard what he said and nodded their heads. Ginny smiled at him sadly and nodded just as Sirius was walking into the landing.
"Boy you four rushed out of there quickly. You aren't planning some prank on us old folk now are you?" he teased. Harry forced a smile and shook his head.
"If we were, Padfoot, we wouldn't tell you," he said with a smirk. He turned and ran up the stairs and into the drawing room. It was empty and he walked over to the couch. As the others wandered in slowly, he noticed a Muggle notebook on the coffee table in front of him. He picked it up and saw on the first page a list titled Ways to Torture Petunia:
1.) Slowly remove her toenails one by one and then make her do all the chores around the house. After she's done, lock her in a tiny cupboard with no supper for a week and only merpeople music to listen to.
2.) Turn her looks into a Classic Muggle Witch for the rest of her life; even down to the warty nose and green tinged skin, with wild, messy, black and gray hair.
3.) Turn her into a cow pat and leave her in the garden for a day, make sure she has full recognition of her surroundings and remembers it all afterwards.
Harry burst out laughing, clutching his middle and bending at the waist. The others stopped talking and stared at him. He handed off the notebook to Ginny who upon reading it started laughing too. Ron and Hermione began laughing after reading it and by then James and Lily heard the noise and entered the room.
"What's going on?" asked James. Sirius, who was silently chuckling, handed him the notebook, which then caused James to laugh deafeningly and Lily to burn red at the cheeks.
"Harry, remind me never to mess with your mum, she's sure got an imagination on her. Did you see number seven?" asked Ron who was wiping tears from the corners of his eyes.
"I didn't get past three, its perfect punishment for Petunia. She'd utterly despise being that dirty and covered in slimy bugs," Harry said as he pictured it in his mind. This image made him start laughing all over again.
"I would never actually do those things, or harm my sister. I'd let her think I would, but I couldn't actually hurt her," Lily stated quietly.
"That's the best part though, mum. Some of things, barring number one of course, wouldn't hurt her, just disgust or embarrass her, which would be perfect punishment for her," Harry said with a smile. "If anything, it must have been fun thinking all these things up, cathartic even."
"That it was," she replied with a nasty grin. "Particularly number thirteen."
"Eh-hem, as much fun as this is, can we start with the story? I believe you were going to explain the last few weeks of your second year," said James. Harry nodded and sat down. Ginny sat next to him and he waited until everyone was seated.
"Well, before I begin, were there any questions about the beginning and middle of that year?" he asked.
"Yeah, Sirius mentioned that you said you'd had to take Skele-Gro that year, but didn't get the chance to fully explain. What happened?" asked James. Lily leaned forward to listen intently while Harry briefly explained Lockhart and Dobby's rogue Bludger.
"Oh, Harry, I forgot to give this to you at the Burrow. It's my timeline of important events during our school, organized into years and terms. It might help you not forget something important," Hermione said as she pulled a large stack of parchment out of a bag Harry had failed to notice her carrying. She handed it off to him with a sheepish smile.
He glanced through it and couldn't fight the thought that Hermione's thoroughness might have actually come in handy this time.
"Anyway—thanks Hermione—Lockhart decided to try and save the day by fixing my arm right then and there, but the idiot messed up the spell and removed all the bones in my arm. So, I had to spend an entire night in the hospital wing suffering the pain of re-growing all my bones, instead of just a quick fix, short wait, and off to dinner like usual."
"How many times have you been in the Hospital Wing?" asked Lily. This caused Ron and Hermione to burst out laughing.
"Erm, well…" he started to say, but Hermione interrupted him.
"I think it's safe to say that Harry had his own bed there after his third year. Madam Pomfrey actually considered making him a Plaque to go above his bed," she giggled. Harry looked at her horrified.
"She didn't really, did she?" he asked Ron weakly. Ron chuckled but didn't say anything. Their joking gave Lily a moment to collect herself. The idea that her child was there so frequently in the hospital wing that he practically had his own bed gave her chills.
"We're going to have to check with Pomfrey to see his medical records. I don't like not knowing what's happened to him," she said to James who nodded to her with a smile. To Harry she said, "What's been your worst injury so far?"
Harry looked at Ron and Hermione with a grin.
"I don't know you guys, what's the worst? Getting bitten by a Basilisk, sliced by a Hungarian Horntail, or falling 50 feet from a broomstick after getting my skull cracked by McLaggen?" he asked. Lily and James faces grew more and more horrified as he went on.
"Actually, I think the worst was all the times you duelled Voldemort. You always came out of them pretty badly injured whether it was emotionally, or physically," Hermione said carefully.
"But the worst after those was definitely the Quidditch injuries," said Ron casually.
James and Lily shared a horrified look.
"You were bitten by a Basilisk?" asked James faintly.
"You were attacked by a Dragon?" Lily asked mimicking James' tone unconsciously.
"How many times did you face Voldemort? Or do I even want to know?" asked James hesitantly.
"Er…" said Harry as he thought to himself.
"Six," said Hermione quickly. "Well, seven," she amended. "If you don't count all the attacks he led on your mind. Then, the official number would be unknown."
"Attacks on your mind?" Lily mumbled.
"Seven?" said James and Sirius together in shock.
"Yeah, seven?" asked Harry in confirmation.
"Once when you were a baby, first year, second year, fourth year, fifth year, and twice during the final battle," she replied. Harry nodded.
"Oh yeah, forgot that part," he said casually. Lily and James both stared at their son with their mouths slightly open and their eyes wide.
"How the bloody hell do you forget fighting Voldemort?" asked Sirius. Harry smiled.
"It's not really that I forgot, just that I don't tend to count it as much. It was all just one battle to me, so I don't count it as two times," said Harry.
"Harry, I think we're getting off track here. Weren't you supposed to be telling about your second year?" asked Ginny. He nodded and smiled at her.
"So I guess is there any questions about my second year then?" he asked his parents.
"Sirius was telling us about the Acromantula you fought?" James prompted somewhat weakly.
Harry spent the next ten minutes confirming the story Sirius told them to make sure they understood why they were heading into the forest and filling in a few minor details. After he was done explaining the pre-forest story, he put the memories into the Pensieve.
"I, um…think I'll sit this one out," replied Ron weakly. Harry chuckled but followed the others into the memory.
He found everyone standing around the outside of Hagrid's house and hearing a younger version of Harry and Ron's little voices. They all followed Harry, Ron and Fang into the Forbidden Forest for a long while. Finally, Fang let loose a loud echoing bark that caused all in the vicinity to jump madly.
"There's something moving over there," said the memory Harry very quietly. "Listen…sounds like something big…"
They all stopped moving and listened hard only to hear the loud snapping of branches and underbrush suggesting a very large thing travelling their way.
"Oh bloody hell, why… Oh Merlin!" muttered Lily in distress looking around wildly.
"Mum?" Harry asked confused.
"Your mum hates spiders. Her one real weakness," James said with a faint smile.
"Shut up James, I can stand little spiders, but Acromantula? Their supposedly bigger than a Muggle vehicle," she said with a hint of shrill panic. She was breathing deeply trying to calm herself when the light showed through the trees. She screamed bloody murder and jumped to hide herself behind James. The others were laughing slightly.
"Mum, it's just a car. It's not a spider, yet," said Harry, trying to hold in a similar snort of laughter that James had briefly let loose. She peeked out from behind James just in time to hear the memory Ron say, "Look at it. The forest's turned it wild…."
Everyone laughed loudly at Lily's moment of embarrassment. While she composed herself she glanced up just in time to see memory Ron's face drain of all colour, staring at something above them. She paused and followed his gaze. The others were still laughing, but her shriek at seeing her son being grabbed around the middle by a giant spider brought all their attention back to the memory quickly. Even Sirius and James were horrified into shouting a bit at the sight before them.
The memory dragged them all along with the pace of the spiders carrying Harry, so they were quickly in Aragog's clearing.
Lily, seeing the perpetually moving ground so covered in spiders of all sizes, was having a panic attack and hyperventilating, clinging to James and trying to climb him. James calmly picked her up and set her on his shoulders, like a child's shoulder back ride. She calmed visibly when she was sitting atop her husband. Ginny and Hermione giggled silently, but paid attention to the rest of the scene.
"Kill them. I was sleeping…."
"We're friends of Hagrid's," shouted the memory Harry which caused Aragog to pause.
"Hagrid has never sent men into our hollow before."
"Hagrid's in trouble, that's why we've come."
The conversation went on for several minutes more.
"We'll just go, then," said the memory Harry.
"Go? I think not…My sons and daughters don't harm Hagrid, on my command. But I cannot deny them fresh meat, when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Good-bye, friend of Hagrid."
Even James shouted with Lily as he watched his tiny, twelve-year old son twist away from a virtual wall of spiders in his attempt to flee. Hermione was watching Ron diligently attempt to blast as many eight-legged monsters away from him and Fang.
Suddenly, the blue Ford Anglia arrived in a blaze of light and horn, driving through the sea of spiders, stopping with a jolt right in front of Harry and Ron. They all watched as the two small boys jumped in and the car drove away.
The small group floated along with the car until it halted abruptly at the edge of the forest. Hermione chuckled sadly as she watched Ron jump from the vehicle and threw up spectacularly into Hagrid's garden.
The memory faded after Harry and Ron had a short conversation and headed back up to the school. As another memory came into focus around them, Lily sighed in relief at seeing a calm, dark dorm room.
"Ron," hissed the memory Harry through the dark. "Ron—"
They heard Ron wake up with a yelp.
"Ron—that girl who died. Aragog said she was found in a bathroom. What if she never left the bathroom? What if she's still there?"
"You don't think—not Moaning Myrtle?" asked a sleepy Ron. James and Lily gasped.
Hermione looked over at Harry.
"It took you that long to figure it out?" she asked.
"Well, consider the fact that we had just been chased out of the forest by giant monsters, I wasn't exactly thinking in depth about what they said before trying to eat us until after I was in bed. As you can see, neither was Ron," Harry added snidely.
The memory faded and they all found themselves back in the drawing room and saw Ron snoozing on the sofa.
"Ron! The Spiders! They're attacking!" Harry shouted as he launched himself on top of his friend who woke with a start and started to pummel Harry, who he hadn't realized was not a spider. The others were laughing lightly as they watched Ron finally open his eyes to see no spiders and only his best mate on top of him.
"Geroff," he mumbled in embarrassment.
"Don't worry, Ron. You and my mum now have something in common," said Harry with a smirk.
"What's that?" asked Ron grumpily.
"You're both utterly terrified of spiders! She shrieked like a banshee before any spiders even arrived. She also climbed dad and sat atop him while I was speaking with Aragog. There she was perched like an owl on top of him, wide eyed and—"
A pillow smacked him aside the head. He looked around and saw the others laughing and an irritated, blushing Lily standing with her hands on her hips and a pillow in her fingers.
"Not another word, young man," she said menacingly. Harry grinned,
"Or what? You'll throw a pillow at me? Oh, the horror!" Harry wailed and placed his palms on his cheeks, causing the others to laugh even harder and Lily to fight the grin form appearing on her face.
She tossed the pillow at him and he deftly caught it and tossed it onto the couch where he then sat on it, grinning. Taking their cue the others found places to sit also.
"So was it Moaning Myrtle?" asked James.
"Yes," replied Harry. He went on to explain his and Ron going to visit Hermione in the hospital and finding the paper in her fist that described a Basilisk and then Pipes scribbled in the margin. He went on to explain how he and Ron went to the teacher's lounge to tell a teacher but instead found out Ginny had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets.
"You know Harry you should just put the memories into the bowl and let us all watch them. It makes no sense telling us the story then showing us too," said Sirius. Harry sighed and looked over at Ginny.
"You sure you want to see all this?" he asked her quietly. She thought for a moment and slowly nodded.
"I still have blank spots in my memories. I think seeing it from your point would help me understand why this happened to me. I trust you when you say he's gone now, and he can't hurt me anymore. That's the only reason I would see this now, he's gone and he can't come back. Yeah, let's see this," she said, her resolution getting stronger by the minute. He stared into her eyes for a moment then nodded. He pulled out his wand and started putting in several memories. Ron tapped his shoulder and asked to add his memory of the Lockhart incident in the tunnel. Harry grinned and waved his hand towards the Pensieve.
Just as he was finished adding memories he heard a knock on the door downstairs. He looked over and Hermione nodded. She stood up and trotted to the door and headed downstairs. She returned a few minutes later with Minerva McGonagall in tow.
"Looks like I arrived just in time. Hermione tells me you're about to view the Chamber memories. Might I join you?" she asked. Harry smiled and nodded his head. They all stood in a circle around the bowl and each touched their fingers to the gaseous liquid and was sucked into the memory.
They arrived in the hospital wing around Hermione's bed.
"Oh dear, I look pitiful," she murmured to herself. They watched as Harry pulled the piece of paper out of her hand and read it out loud. James and Sirius chuckled as Harry and Ron made their conclusions and the decision to run to the staff room to tell McGonagall.
As they all followed the young boys through the halls and into the staff room, everyone stopped as they heard the Transfiguration teacher's magnified voice.
"All students return to their house dormitories at once. All teachers return to the staff room. Immediately, please."
The memory rushed through the impromptu staff meeting and Lockhart's entrance and exit before fading out and rushing back in, this time in the hallway outside the Defence room.
Harry and Ron enjoyed watching Ginny and Hermione's reaction to Lockhart's distress and cowardice.
"This pansy was your teacher?" asked Sirius.
"Yep, he wasn't for long though, he was sent to Mungo's with extensive brain damage after this," Ron said. Harry chuckled along with him until Lily admonished him.
"Harry, brain damage isn't funny," she said with a frown.
"Oh, but mum, in this case it is…the prat did it to himself," Harry said with another chuckle.
"Minerva, what was Albus thinking hiring this pillock?" asked Sirius.
"Honestly, I don't know. Albus said he was the only applicant that year who applied. We kind of had no choice," she replied softly.
"Psh, I could have done a better job teaching than this tosser," he said morosely.
By this time, Harry, Ron and Lockhart were in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom talking to her about her death.
"No idea. I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes. My whole body seized up, and then I was floating away…."
"I think this is the first time I've ever seen her acting…cheerful. I wonder why…." said James thoughtfully.
"I don't know if it's Harry or her death she's happy about. But she did take quite a liking to Harry. Right?" said Ron with a laugh as he elbowed Harry in the ribs. Hermione grinned, as did Ginny while the adults chuckled at Harry's grimace.
"I think the worst part of all her infatuation was when she showed up in my bath in the prefect's toilet," Harry mumbled. Ron, James, and Sirius burst out laughing while the girls chuckled at Harry's misfortune.
"And what, pray, were you doing in the prefect's bathroom, Mr. Potter? Last I checked you were not a prefect, therefore not allowed to use that bathroom," said McGonagall with a raised eyebrow. Harry slumped and had a sheepish look on his face when he turned around. It was obvious by the look on his face that he'd forgotten she was there. But she had a smile on her face, showing her amusement at Harry's discomfort.
"I needed a deep bath to figure out the second task's clue in my fourth year. Cedric gave me the password," he said with a lopsided grin.
"I swear," She huffed in amusement, "The things we professors don't find out until after the student leaves the school could fill an encyclopaedia. I shudder to imagine the things Fred and George got away with that we never knew about," she said with a chuckle.
"That, Professor, would fill several sets of encyclopaedias," said Ginny with a sad smirk.
Again the others turned to see what was going on in the memory and found them in the tunnel leading towards the giant snake skin.
"Harry—there's something up there—"
"Maybe it's asleep," the memory Harry breathed.
"What a bloody wanker," said Sirius, staring at Lockhart, who had his hands over his eyes. Harry and Ron chuckled but didn't say anything. They walked forward with the memory and saw that the giant thing was just a snake skin.
"It's so big," whispered Lily.
"Yeah, and imagine this, it shed that when it needed to grow more," said Ron. Harry smacked him upside the head when he caught a glimpse of the terror on his mum's face. Ron looked at where Harry indicated and saw Lily's face and sheepishly shrugged at Harry, who rolled his eyes.
Sirius, who was watching Lockhart with utter fascination, was shaking his head in amazement. The man in question had just fallen to the ground as his knees gave out.
"Get up," said the memory Ron, just as disgusted as Sirius. The adults, Ginny, and Hermione all jumped a bit when Lockhart jumped up and tackled Ron, wrestling him to the ground and winning his broken wand.
"The adventure ends here, boys! I shall take a bit of this skin back up to the school, tell them I was too late to save the girl, and that you two tragically lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body—say goodbye to your memories!"
"Ironic, that," said Ron to which Harry laughed.
"Obliviate!" shouted Lockhart, who was then flung backwards into a wall of stone from the blast of the broken wand. Harry had ran desperately in the other direction of the blast, while Ron had been flung back as well, just not as far or as hard.
"Oh, my dear sweet Merlin!" muttered McGonagall. "It's a wonder the whole school didn't collapse on you!"
Lily had grabbed onto Harry's arm and was watching for the memory Harry to appear, but this particular memory was from Ron, so Harry was on the other side of the wall of rock and boulders.
"Are you okay? Were you hurt?" she demanded.
"I was fine, mum. I made it to the other side safely," he said reassuringly.
"Wait there. Wait with Lockhart. I'll go on….If I'm not back in an hour…"
"I'll try and shift some of this rock, so you can—can get back through. And, Harry—"
"See you in a bit," called the memory Harry through the wall.
Ginny wrapped her hand around his tightly. She'd been getting very quiet during the last several minutes.
Harry looked her in the eyes and smiled encouragingly and she tried to smile back. He hugged her to him while the others watched the new memory of Harry walking towards a door with two serpents with emerald eyes.
"It's going to be okay," he whispered to her. "If you need to leave, give my hand two quick squeezes and I'll get us out, okay?" he said. She smiled at him.
"That won't be necessary, Harry. I'm determined to watch this through. But…thanks," she hugged him back and took his hand anyways and they walked forward.
During this moment, Lily had turned back to see what was the matter and saw Harry and Ginny share a quick kiss before walking into the chamber. She smiled and turned back before they caught her watching.
"Ginny!" they heard Harry yell as he ran towards the small, still figure at the base of the monstrous statue. They all were rushed forward, along with the memory and ended up surrounding the smaller Ginny.
Ron gasped loudly at the sight of his little sister, pale and unmoving on the hard, cold floor.
"Ginny—don't be dead—please don't be dead—Ginny, please wake up." Ginny held onto Harry's hand tightly and buried her head into his shoulder for a moment, but then looked back up with a fierce gaze looking behind Harry where seconds later they heard a voice.
"She won't wake."
Everyone spun around, startled by the new voice.
"Sweet Merlin," whispered Minerva faintly.
"Tom—Tom Riddle?" asked Harry, making James, Sirius, and Lily gasp.
"That's Voldemort?" asked James. Harry and Ginny nodded.
"What do you mean, she won't wake? She's not—she's not—?"
"She's still alive, but only just."
"Is he a ghost?" asked James at the same time as the memory Harry. This acquired a few chuckles from the group.
"A memory, preserved in a diary for fifty years." Everyone looked to where Tom pointed and saw a small black book.
Ginny growled and glared at the small innocuous looking book. Harry smiled faintly. An angry Ginny he much preferred to a terrified Ginny. They all watched as Harry tried to get Tom to help him bring Ginny back up to the girl's bathroom for help. Harry watched himself, thinking about how young he was. He still had the high pitch voice of a child before puberty.
For several long minutes they listened to Tom tell Harry why Ginny was dying and how it was her fault, how she let loose the Basilisk, killed the roosters, and daubed the messages on the walls. How it was her fault Hermione and all the others were petrified.
During all this, Ginny watched and slowly started to cry, her anger turning inwards. Only Harry saw this and held her hand tighter.
"Ginny? It's all okay now. Just keep telling that to yourself," he whispered to her. She smiled sadly and nodded shortly. When she heard Tom mimicking her diary entries to them all, she grimaced.
"I was so young then, how was I supposed to know what he was doing to me?" she asked him quietly.
"You know I was just thinking the same thing. I mean, listen to my voice. It's like a mouse squeaking," he said jokingly. She smiled at him and chuckled while leaning her head into his shoulder.
"…and finish Salazar Slytherin's noble work."
"Well, you haven't finished it. No one's died this time, not even the cat. In a few hours the Mandrake Draught will be ready and everyone who was Petrified will be all right again—"
"Haven't I already told you that killing Mudbloods doesn't matter to me anymore? For many months now, my new target has been—you."
Lily shook her head while James and Sirius shared a look.
Tom finished the story quickly and finally said, "I have many questions for you Harry Potter."
"Like what?"
"Well, how is it you—a skinny boy with no extraordinary magical talent—managed to defeat the greatest wizard of all time? How did you escape with nothing but a scar, while Lord Voldemort's powers were destroyed?"
"Why do you care how I escaped? Voldemort was after your time…."
"Voldemort is my past, present, and my future, Harry Potter…"
They all watched as Voldemort used Harry's wand to write his full given name in the air and switch it to his pseudonym.
"Huh…I always wondered how he came up with Voldemort. Never would have imagined that though," said James thoughtfully.
"Yes, I always wondered that too. I knew his real name of course, who didn't who worked with Albus. But I never knew it was an acronym," stated Minerva.
"No, Harry—I fashioned myself a new name, a name I knew wizards everywhere would one day fear to speak, when I had become the greatest sorcerer in the world!"
"You're not," said little Harry, voice quiet and full of hatred. James and Lily glanced at their grown child, comforting his girlfriend and then at each other, confused. Even Minerva and Sirius were wearing matching confused looks, but Ron and Hermione were smiling sadly.
"Not what?"
"Not the greatest sorcerer in the world. Sorry to disappoint you and all that, but the greatest wizard in the world is Albus Dumbledore. Everyone says so. Even when you were strong, you didn't dare try to take over Hogwarts. Dumbledore saw right through you when you were at school and he still frightens you now, wherever you're hiding these days—"
"Dumbledore's been driven out of this castle by the mere memory of me!"
"He's not as gone as you might think!"
Everyone started when they heard the melodious tune of Fawkes arriving. Harry let the song fill him up. He closed his eyes and listened with all his heart, not knowing when he'd hear this beautiful, inspiring, hopeful song again.
Just hearing it, combined with the memory he'd been watching, reminded him of the love and awe he had for Dumbledore and his eyes watered. He hadn't realized how hurt he'd been by his mentor's deception but it hit him full force at that moment. The pain of being lied to for so long, the abuse he suffered from the Dursleys when it all could have been avoided, and the agony of thinking Sirius was dead because of his mistake. All of it hitting him at once nearly doubled him over, only his grasp on Ginny kept him straight and still. He blinked his eyes repeatedly but a single tear still escaped and travelled down his cheek and dripped onto his shirt.
Ginny, seeing the tear drop and soak into the shirt, looked up and could see the agony Harry was in and struggling to hide. She hugged him tight and he looked down. She smiled at him sympathetically, and he sighed unsteadily.
"You going to be okay?" she mouthed at him. He slowly took a deep breath and released it even slower before nodding. He kissed her forehead and she reached up and kissed his chin before turning back to the memory.
"This is what Dumbledore sends his defender? A songbird and an old hat! Do you feel brave, Harry Potter? Do you feel safe now?" Riddle mocked.
The older Harry whispered, "Yes," and only Ginny and Minerva heard him.
Minerva turned around and saw the intense look on Harry's face as he watched the exchange between his past self and Riddle. She smiled sadly.
The memory went on for several more minutes until Riddle turned and walked to the statue.
"Speak to me, Slytherin, greatest of the Hogwarts Four."
Ginny glanced up at Harry for a brief second but the sound of scraping stone drew her attention back to what was happening.
"Uh, do you guys think that the Basilisk eyes can affect us through the memory?" asked Hermione slowly. She looked over to see seven sets of eyes widen with fright.
A/N: Thanks for Teufel1987 for editing this beast of a chapter. Hope it's up to par for you all, being twice the length I usually do. I just couldn't find a place to stop that worked for me, so I ran with it. And for anyone who noticed it, I got the cow pat revenge idea from Time of Destiny by Abraxan. I thought it was hilarious and perfect for Petunia. What do you guys think? If you get any good ideas for revenge let me know, if it's creative enough I might just use it! Also, I love the scenes where Sirius is criticizing Lockhart; those were the ones that I had the most fun with. Please review and let me know how it is. Thanks everyone!