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Chapter 13: A Wonderful Break
December 20th, 1993
3rd Year Boys Dormitory
Harry laid in bed, thinking about everything that had happened since Halloween. Sirius had begun teaching him a skill often seen in the Black Family, and one that was incredibly difficult to master, feeling out people with magic. Harry had made progress, but other than feeling Sirius, or just that there was magic in general, he was having difficulties.
They had also spent time discussing gifts for people, and Sirius had managed to grab some things for Harry's friends that Harry couldn't have gotten without his assistance. Harry had gifts for a lot of people, different from normal, including gifts for all of the Weasleys, bar the two oldest siblings, the quidditch team and Susan, who had started joining them occasionally in the library to study. He was quite confident everyone would be pleased with what they got.
Hermione and Neville were both returning home, and out of all of the tower, only the Weasleys, Harry, Katie, and another 4th year girl, Leanne, were staying for winter break. Harry thought it was perfect for what he and Sirius had planned after Christmas. In the meanwhile, Harry was going to use the break to self-study and spend some time with his friends, as Ron could probably use some support. The boy had been getting more jealous recently, especially when Susan was around. It was like he thought Harry would abandon him, though Harry never would.
Sighing, and seeing it was after eight, Harry climbed out of bed, and after tossing on some clothes with warming charms, went on a run, before practicing dueling in his classroom. He wondered how well he did on the midterm exams, as he looked at his conjured spears, each embedded into the largest desk at the front of the room. Clearly he had improved quite well over the year.
Harry slid his wand back into the holster, and after a quick shower, went down to lunch. Upon walking through the doors, he dragged over to where the twins were sitting at the combined table.
"Harry ol chap!" They said simultaneously.
They grinned as they handed him a pumpkin juice. Nice try boys, Harry thought. Knowing he hadn't learned wandless magic yet, he pressed his finger to his wand, and with a thought, he attempted to switch it out with one of their drinks. He was beyond surprised it actually worked when he took a drink and nothing seemed to have happened. The two looked between each other, sighing, before sitting down and muttering between themselves.
Someone walked up behind him after he sat down, and using his shoulder to keep her balance, Susan sat down next to him. "Hey you two. What were the twins trying to do?"
"No idea. I feel like I was supposed to be a test subject. Just watch them though and we will find out." Harry replied smoothly.
Ron raised an eyebrow, but Harry just smiled, so the boy turned to watch his brothers. Harry grinned as one of them reached to grab the switched drink, and took a large gulp from it. It was only seconds later that the twin had grown a massive beard, nearly matching the headmaster's, and how they managed to make the robes change to fire engine red and white trim with an ingested potion, Harry didn't want to know.
The twin suddenly looked like a young Santa Claus in odd styled clothing. "Fred?"
"How? But we-" George replied, stunned. They both turned to Harry, who smiled innocently.
"What?" He asked sweetly. No one believed him. Not even Snape when he tried to convince the man that he hadn't done anything. The annoying potions master tried to take points from him, but instead caused Flitwick, McGonagall, and Dumbledore to all give him more than twenty in return. Snape glared, before storming off.
Needless to say, the twins made it their new goal to prank Harry in the same manner, though Harry knew that they may attempt to recreate what he had done.
"Awesome Harry!" Ron said. "How'd you do it?"
"Do what?" Harry asked innocently. Susan coughed, sounding oddly like Bullshit, but smiled when Harry turned to her.
"How'd you switch the drinks? I saw them put the potion in that cup, you should've drank it!" Ron asked.
"I'll teach you later, it's a fun party trick." Harry said, causing the boy to smile. It was nice having Ron be relaxed around Susan, and not seemingly jealous for once.
December 25th
Gryffindor Common Room
"Come on Harry! Presents are in the common room!" Ron said, shaking Harry awake.
The boy almost got hexed, and it was a close call, but Harry contained himself. Instead, he climbed up quickly, and after tossing on some basic clothes, ran downstairs. Everyone had sorted their gifts out, and immediately after Harry sat down, started tearing into them.
Harry watched, a small smile on his face as the twins opened their gift, a bundle of different ingredients and a small list of pranks, a note that it was to expand their knowledge as allies of the Marauders. They were quite happy with it too, and immediately seemed to plan before Percy yelled at them. Ron got a collection of Chudley Cannons apparel, Percy got a preparation book for N.E.W.T.s, and Harry got Ginny a card for new robes and included a book that she might enjoy, not knowing either of them well enough to buy something more personal.
Harry found his customary Weasley sweater, prank items from Zonkos from the twins, study books for Ancient Runes from Percy, Ron got him chocolates from Honeydukes, as did Ginny, and Susan and Katie both got him quidditch gear. Hermione had got him a book on advanced transfiguration, which he was excited to start reading, and Neville sent him a voucher for a shop that sold dueling robes, encouraging him to go buy a set.
Harry was tackled by Katie who was clearly pleased with the quality Chaser gloves Harry had gotten her. Well, if anything was to be said about the girl, Harry could testify that she was definitely strong, as she almost suffocated him with the strength of her hug. The kiss on the cheek was a new one though.
"Thank you. I have been needing new ones!" She said happily, letting Harry sit back up.
"Those were the best the shop had, and I thought the three of you could all use some new gear." Harry replied.
"Are you going to open that one Harry?" Ron asked, gesturing to the last package with no label on it.
"I know what it is, a christmas gift to myself. I'm opening that one last." Harry replied. "You'll see why once you are all done."
Leanne had thanked him for the chocolates he gave her. He had wrapped them for her a few days ago, wanting to have given everyone staying in the tower a gift. As her gift was the last to be opened, they all turned to him in anticipation. Slowly, he tore off the wrapping paper, revealing a wood case with a flaming lightning bolt engraved upon it. 007 was carved in the corner in gold inlay, and looking around, no one had any idea what was in it. Harry grinned, knowing the others on the team would lose their minds once the case was opened.
Slowly, Harry clicked the two locks, and with a small pull, opened the cover, revealing the best looking broom he had ever seen. Smooth dark finish, every twig perfectly in line, and a diamond laced polish, it was perfection in every way. Several gasps were heard. '007 Firebolt' was engraved in the handle.
"How! How did you get one? The wait list is over a year out?" A voice cried out.
Ron had sounded odd when he had spoken, and there was definitely jealousy in his voice. "I asked kindly. Apparently their representatives had heard my skill, and I got this on the condition that I write them a report on how it handles in my matches this year."
It was bullshit, but Ron didn't need to know that. Said boy stared at it for a minute, before nodding. The rest of the morning stayed the same with Ron staying quiet and withdrawn. Even the twins couldn't break his mood. Harry even offered to let him ride the world-class broom, but it barely garnered a reaction. At lunch, he was much the same, and not even eating fully.
Someone walked up behind him as he finished eating, and thanks to Sirius helping him learn how to, he could tell the person meant no harm. He was less than surprised when arms softly went around his upper chest, close to his neck, and squeezed him gently. He recognized the perfume, and the voice that spoke against his back.
"Thank you for the journal, Harry. It is perfect." Susan said, slowly letting go before sitting down next to him.
"You're welcome. It is much like my own, though different in color and design. If you didn't know, it has infinite pages and is multi-subject for your classes or whatever you use it for. Mine has a section meant solely for spells I have learned." Harry spoke.
The two fell into conversation for the next fifteen minutes while Ron barely said a word. Harry knew he was insecure about his family's money situation, and of being the sixth child, but it was slightly ridiculous.
Harry glanced at the clock, and noticed it was almost one, and that he had somewhere to be. He sighed, "Ron, if it's ok, I promised Remus I'd see him after lunch for a while."
"Whatever Harry, I'll see you later." Ron said, getting up and storming off. Susan patted his back.
"He'll come around Harry. Go enjoy time with Professor Lupin, and tell him I hope he is feeling alright." She said.
Harry stared at her, before leaning in, "You know?"
"Yes, he has worked with my auntie before, and he was friends with my parents before they were killed." Susan replied quietly, "I won't tell anyone, I know it could cost him his job and happiness."
Harry nodded, satisfied with her response, and after saying goodbyes, left for the 3rd floor corridor. After a minute of checking different classrooms, he finally found what he was looking for laying in the corner.
Harry grinned, knowing this would probably give the poor professor a heart attack, "Ready Padfoot?"
The dog barked quietly, clearly anticipating what was to come. Making his way down the hall, he entered Remus' classroom. Unsurprisingly, the man was holed away in his quarters.
"Remus! Can I come in?" Harry called out. He heard a muffled yes, so he entered to find the werewolf sitting in a chair reading a book on history.
"I wondered if you would visit today." Remus commented, though the werewolf looked like crap though.
"Bloody hell Remus, you look terrible. Rough full moon?" Harry asked. He got a nod in return.
"The wolf, even with the wolfsbane potion, has become somewhat more active. Mooney has been more active this year than he has been in over a decade, yet he isn't harmful, only protective… of you I think." Remus said, trailing off near the end. "It is the first time the wolf has been active since your father and his friends stayed with me during the moons and played around with him."
Harry smiled, unsure if the wolf being protective of him was a good thing or not. Deciding not to ask, he went on with his plan, "Are you up for a short walk? I had a surprise for you."
"Not really. Is it possible to bring the surprise to me?" The man asked hesitantly.
"Yes, though I ask you not to jump to conclusions please, and let it be explained first." Harry insisted.
Remus sat silently. He could tell the boy was happy, and excited for whatever this was. "Sure, but I would prefer not to leave my quarters. People could find out about me."
"Susan knows, she says hi and hopes you're doing ok." Harry said, instantly getting distracted. "She said she wouldn't tell anyone though. I think, like me, she would appreciate some stories about her parents sometime."
Remus nodded unsurprised by such a thing. Truthfully, he didn't question it. Instead, he was wondering what the hell was going on with Harry. He was being different. "So, what am I supposed to trust you about?"
Harry instantly froze before grinning, "Just stay here, I'll be back in a few."
The boy ran from his quarters and into the classroom, before disappearing into the hallway. Remus shook his head. Harry was far too much like James and Sirius when they were up to something. The two of them used to act exactly as Harry had. In a few words- confusing, excited, and easy or hard to distract depending on which one was up to something.
Remus sat patiently, waiting and wondering what was taking the kid so long. Then again, Hogwarts wasn't a small school, and Merlin only knows where the boy had stashed the surprise in the first place. Soon enough though, he heard the door open, and a smell he couldn't place hit him. It smelled like… no. That wasn't possible. Remus stood, and made it halfway to the door before it opened and Harry walked in, followed by a man he never thought he would see again.
"Sirius Black", Remus had his wand in his hand, and trained on the man instantly, only for the wand to be launched from him by Harry, who deftly caught it and looked at him with an exasperated look.
"We talked about the possibility of his innocence, remember?" Remus nodded, "Good, now, hear him out like I did two months ago."
Remus looked the man over, surprised at how good he looked compared to what people normally looked like after Azkaban. The man looked healthy and well kept, and almost entirely like he had never been to the prison in the first place. His hair was groomed, beard trimmed, not much hollowness in his face, and he seemed to be at full strength magically and physically, at least according to the wolf's smell.
After a quick wave of Harry's wand, where he put a silencing and alert charm around the room, Remus sat and listened to the story of that night, and of everything up until Sirius walked in the room.
"How! How are you even sane? How did you escape?" Remus asked in disbelief. It was something Sirius only glossed over after all.
"I got skinny, very skinny. And my animagus form was capable of fitting between the bars. It was also what kept my sanity there. They didn't leach on my emotions as an animal, and therefore weren't as bad of a drain on me. Mix that with a lack of guards patrolling that section of the prison, and I survived well enough. There are others who have too, but they will pass in the next year or two." Sirius said solemnly.
After that, the atmosphere turned upwards. Remus put a monitoring charm on the classroom door, and the three enjoyed their christmas. Stories were told, food and drinks were consumed, and plans made to meet during the summer. Remus and Sirius agreed that Sirius could stay in his quarters, but as a dog, until they went to Gringotts. Sirius had brought Harry a book from the Black Family Library on mind magics, knowing Harry was interested in it, and had brought Remus some chocolates from a variety of places, both muggle and magical. Overall, it was an amazing Christmas Day, and probably the best one Harry had experienced.
Nearing ten in the evening, Harry said his goodbyes and gave hugs before making his way back to the tower. Entering, he saw the twins, Katie, Leanne, and Percy all sitting at the fire talking.
"Hey Harry!" Katie called, seeing him first, "Come join us." She gestured on the spot on the couch next to her.
"How was your all's day?" Harry asked.
"We had a snowball fight, absolutely demolished the other team, and then hung out here. We were getting worried about you though. You weren't at dinner." Percy said, abnormally excited about the snowball fight. Clearly he hadn't missed Harry's look.
"What? I like to have fun sometimes!" He said defensively.
Harry laughed. "Well I am sorry for going missing. I was listening to stories about my parents and how my parents used to fight all of the time. Apparently my dad was a bit full of himself in trying to woo my mother. The many stupid and embarrassing ways that he tried were great to hear about." Harry looked around, "Where are Ron and Ginny at?"
"Both in bed. Ginny was tired- " "And Ron is being- " "A prat!" The twins spoke, taking over for one another at seemingly random moments. Harry instantly felt the headache start from the pingpong sentence but understood the meaning well enough.
"I can't help it if he is jealous or whatever. He knows that he is one of my best friends, and that isn't going to change unless he changes it." Harry said, kicking his shoes off and laying his head on the back of the couch with his eyes closed.
He felt Katie lean against him trying to comfort him, or flirt with him, but he didn't say anything, not really minding the physical contact much. He was tired, emotionally and physically. Maybe he would have to take the next day or two off, wait until after the Gringotts trip before working out again. It had merit.
Conversation continued on, and Harry chipped in here and there. It was peaceful, the group just laughing and joking. One of the elves brought them some hot chocolate, warming them and warding off the slightly but always present feeling of the dementors. It was something Harry hadn't truly experienced, a holiday where it wasn't something going on, where he didn't get in trouble. It was an amazing night, and a memory that would always mean something to him.
Finally, around midnight, the group decided to break apart, and after final hugs from the girls, and pats on the backs from the guys, Harry made his way to the dorm. Ron was asleep when he entered the room, and after verifying the rat was still in his cage, taking a shower, and deactivating his alert charm, Harry passed out in bed, and had a blissful night free of nightmares.
Beyond
"So, you have been struggling with my spell?" Death asked. Harry shook himself, confused at having jumped from a very fun dream of professional quidditch to speaking with the immortal being.
"Uh… oh yes. Nothing seems to work with it." Harry commented "I've tried happy memories, bad memories, the same feeling that Dementors give, the same feeling I get around you. Everything and nothing. It doesn't seem to work."
"Why have you not simply read the rest of the page? It would probably tell you what you are doing wrong." Death said sarcastically.
Harry responded in like, "Well that is easy, you know, if I could read the rest of the page and understand the gibberish!"
"But you can. You simply haven't found the right method." Death replied snarkingly.
"Explain."
Death stared at him, before slowly leaning forward slightly, "No.", the being said, before laughing.
Laughing…
"Why not?" Harry asked, slightly losing his cool. His eyes glowed slightly.
"Because you are intelligent enough to figure it out. I mean, if it were a snake, it would have bit you by now." Death said shakily, the voice is still laced with humor.
Death is a dickhead sometimes. Harry thought, before suddenly feeling a falling sensation, and waking up with a gasp. Looking at his watch, he saw it was only three in the morning. Harry glared, wondering if Death did it because he got called a dickhead, before laying back down and falling back and into the realm of morpheus.
December 27th, 1993
11:40 p.m.
Gringotts
Harry sat down inside of Ripclaw's office, Remus and Sirius both next to him, "Hello Ripclaw. How have things been?"
"Good. Your ventures have been quite profitable recently now that we have gotten rid of the worst problems." Ripclaw replied, looking at some paperwork. "I must say I am pleased that you are here, Lord Black. I have been hoping you would be able to take over from Dumbledore. He doesn't do anything here, he just lets the accounts sit."
"I am pleased to do it, and I am ashamed to admit that it is my fault it is only happening now." Sirius replied. "We will need to see the will first, to ensure everything is set for me to accept regency."
Ripclaw smiled, a disturbing site, and withdrew a scroll of parchment, "Oh finally. Heir Potter, this will require a drop of your blood."
Harry didn't even flinch as he poked his finger and gave the required droplet. "Very well. I will glance through this, before I read it out to you."
Ripclaw unrolled the surprisingly short scroll, and Harry could see the beady eyes traveling across the parchment. It took him a minute, and Harry was quite sure he reread sections of it. The old goblin sat it down and sighed.
"Dumbledore really mucked things up by not allowing us to read this sooner." The goblin snarled, "Lord Black, I will begin the process of getting the paperwork filed for you to accept custody of Heir Potter, along with the paperwork for you to accept regency of House Potter. It will not be filed until you inform us to file it."
"Until we have a will reading, you cannot take what was left for you. However, Mr. Lupin, I can say that you were left with a substantial amount of money, and a property in Windermere." Ripclaw said, looking at the man.
"Obviously, Heir Potter, you were left with everything not distributed. Peter Pettigrew has forfeited his share having betrayed your family. There are distributions to the Longbottoms, Bones, Greengrasses, a Mrs. Andromeda Tonks, and a Mrs. Petunia Dursley." The goblin said, looking through the list, "In all, it is roughly a hundred and twenty thousand galleons, and several items to be handed out, along with the property for Mr. Lupin."
"Does the will list that Pettigrew was the secret keeper, and that Sirius Blood adopted me?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Yes. Both are clearly stated here." Ripclaw replied. "It also lists the guardians who were supposed to care for you. Neither Dumbledore nor Mrs. Dursley are listed here."
"Who was then?" Remus asked politely.
"Firstly, it was set to be shared between Lord Black and Lord and Lady Longbottom. However, with either of them gone, it would have gone to the other. Technically, Mr. Potter should have been raised by Augusta Longbottom, as the Lord and Lady were still mentally sound until the day after you were captured. After Lord Black and them, it was listed at Regent Amelia Bones, Andromeda and Ted Tonks, you - Remus Lupin, and lastly, Lord and Lady Cyrus and Isabel Greengrass."
"Huh. I am surprised James would have wanted Harry raised by Cyrus and Isabel. Both are strict neutrals, though I guess James often toed the line of neutral as the war went on." Sirius commented.
Looking at Harry, Sirius continued, "Cyrus was a very powerful neutral party member during the last war, and never swayed towards Voldemort. He only believed in protecting the people. I believe his daughter is in your year, and his youngest daughter should start school soon. I'd suggest you get to know them. House Potter recognized them in their late Lord's will, so they are worth at least attempting to be allies with."
Odd, Harry never had seen him serious like this, but then again, this was the first time they discussed such matters. Harry nodded, "I will try and talk to her. Gryffindors and Slytherins don't get along though."
Sirius nodded, "As long as you try."
The rest of the meeting covered signing paperwork and getting things set for the time Sirius proved his innocence. It was a tired Harry that slipped back into the dorms at a little after two in the morning, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the bed.
January 2nd, 1994
Gryffindor Tower
Harry had spent the past few days studying. And other than failing a few attempted transfigurations from the book Hermione got him, things had been well. He had felt better after taking a few days off, and had since decided that every Saturday and Wednesday were days he would relax and allow his body a break. After all, he wouldn't want to hurt himself by not letting himself have a break.
Most of his free time was spent between hanging out with Katie, Leanne, and the twins, talking or practicing things with Remus, or sitting in the common room with a book. Ron was still being a prat, and had only said maybe two words to Harry in the week since Christmas. Harry didn't care much. If he wanted to be immature, he could be.
Harry was relaxing when a pop startled him, and an elf spoke, "Mr. Harry Potters sir? Professors Flitwicky woulds like to speak with yous."
It was a normal Hogwarts elf, and thankfully not an overly excited one at that. "Thank you for coming to tell me. I will head down to his office."
The elf disappeared looking a little confused, most likely from Harry thanking it, but Harry didn't dwell on it. Instead, he dropped his book off in his trunk before making his way down to the professor's office. He knocked on the door, and entered when Professor Flitwick called on him to.
"Thank you for coming to see me. I wished to discuss your classwork with you." The small teacher asked. His size didn't fool Harry though. Harry knew, and could see the shelves behind the professor that had trophies from the professor's days of dueling, eleven to be specific.
"Of course, Professor. Is there something wrong?" Harry asked.
"Not in the sense you might think. No. I wished to discuss your improvement in class since last year." Harry raised an eyebrow as he watched the professor grab some papers before handing them over. "If you look, Mr. Potter, you will notice after spring break of last year, your grades increased dramatically. Before then, you averaged roughly an Acceptable, but through the rest of the year your quality increased to a higher Exceeds Expectations."
Harry flipped through the progress report, and it was surprising. He knew he had been doing well, but he was surprised to see so many Outstandings, and not a single practical had been given less than an outstanding. He smiled slightly, pleased with his own progress and achievement in class.
"Now, what is surprising is last semester's grades. Not once did you submit a paper that was lower than an Exceeds Expectations, with an average Outstanding overall. Every lesson you were more prepared than even Ms. Granger, and every homework assignment is nearly competitive with hers as well." Professor Flitwick said, holding his gaze on Harry. He chuckled slightly, "The only reason yours are better is the lack of copying word for word from the textbook."
"I have checked with other professors, and every single one says the similar things. Your grade average is Outstanding, with only Herbology and Potions marked at Exceeds Expectations. Even History is an Outstanding despite only three others having the same grade. On top of that, every teacher who had you last year has commented on your abilities and proficiency, both in work, and writing. There were several comments even just on your handwriting improving. " His gaze never wavered, almost making Harry squirm.
"Alright? Why was I called down here then professor?" Harry asked uneasily. He was confused on the entire point of this meeting. What did the professor want?
"I wished to discuss the cause for these changes Mr. Potter. You completely changed in just months, something that I have only seen a handful of times. Professor McGonagall might not be concerned, but I am."
"I just want to be the best that I can be. I slacked off at first, but I want opportunities to have any career I want, and a life. I can't have that if I don't put my best into my studies." Harry spoke.
It was the truth, even if it altered some. The diminutive professor's gaze never left Harry's face, and Harry refused to turn away. "I have heard a lot recently, and while that is the truth, there is more to it?" It was said in a speculative tone.
Harry didn't respond to the open ended question, causing the professor to momentarily smile, before returning to his neutral expression.
"Worry not. No one will know what we discuss, not even the headmaster. It is not his business after all." The professor stared for a moment, and when Harry didn't speak, sighed, "However, I happen to be aware of you learning offensive magic unsupervised."
Harry stared at the professor, shocked. He failed to keep his eyes from widening and the professor noticed. He grinned, "A few weeks ago, I found you practicing magic in an abandoned classroom. I could feel the magic you were using, an ability I have as a part-goblin. It was truly impressive that you learned so much, and were capable of casting with such power."
Harry sighed, knowing there wasn't anything he could do other than admit what he had been doing. "I don't want to be defenseless again. I don't want to lose friends and family again, or put my life on the line even more than it has been before."
"I almost died in the chamber because I was unprepared. I-I should have died. Only an absurd amount of luck allowed me to survive. I almost lost the chance my parents gave me when they died to protect me. I don't want to lose the life they want me to live." Harry said determinedly.
Professor Flitwick looked thoughtful. "You won't, Mr. Potter. You clearly inherited more of both of your parents than I thought. If you ever wish to practice or learn more that can't be learned from books, I'd be happy to assist." The professor said, "The best times would be on Saturdays and Sundays, anytime between lunch and dinner."
Harry nodded. This was a message of sorts, he was sure. Perhaps the headmaster would know if Flitwick insisted on his presence, or if they had a set time? Maybe leaving it open prevented that. "Thank you professor. I appreciate that."
"Of course Mr. Potter. Stay out of trouble and enjoy the rest of your break." The professor said, dismissing him.
Harry made his way back to the tower, wondering exactly what this development would mean for him. Could he trust the professor? Flitwick was always one of the more fair and genuine teachers. He cared about those under his care, and Harry had heard that he often met with the Ravenclaws.
Hell, there had been an instance of bullying in his house last year against a first year. It was kept quiet, but Harry had still heard that they had been locking out a girl, Luna Lovegood, and hiding her belongings. The house had lost a lot of points and privileges, and only barely managed to recover at the end of the year. Harry had noticed the girl after he heard the rumors, and though she often looked spaced out, she seemed kind, and he knew she hadn't been bullied since. Had Harry been in Ravenclaw, he doubted there would have been the rumors and insults that he endured last year. He guessed that there was only so much that the professor could do for someone not in his house, and that as it hadn't been Gryffindor bullying him, there was only so much McGonagall could do too.
He made a decision. He was going to see what the professor would offer, and take what he could. It couldn't hurt, especially with how much experience and knowledge Flitwick had at his disposal. Not realizing what he was signing up for, Harry returned to his dorm to read, or harass Katie and Leanne. He hadn't decided yet.
A/n: So that's this chapter. The rest of the year will pass pretty quickly, other than a few small events. Personally, I am excited for the arc in GOF, but that's a short way out. As for the next chapter, it'll be a week or so before I have it done. Exams are during the first week of May, so I have to focus more on that. Worry not though, They'll still be coming.