Hey everyone,
So this chapter has been driving me CRAZY! I have been trying to find a way to write this chapter, the first Quidditch match of OotP, without writing it in Harry's POV and I have been wanting to add, detract and change certain things that happen in canon, but then in an original way. And at the same time I wanted Harry to be "in danger", "saved" and still catch the Snitch in the end. And it was figuring out how to do this that drove me
C-R-A-Z-Y,

Venquine1990
PS. My apologies to those who don't like it, but there are going to be quite a few changes in POV in this chapter. Just thought I'd let you know.


Chapter 22
Quidditch And Rules

11th of November 1995
Quidditch Pitch, Hogwarts
Sirius' POV

I felt amazed and touched when Poppy asked me to give Harry the Talk and while I had joked about it when I told him this was needed, did I revert to my serious, confident self after making sure he couldn't hide under his blanket. I had pulled the boy up into a seated position and taken one of my own on the other side of the bed. Harry had calmed down upon noticing the focused look on my face and I had kept the jokes to a minimum after that.
Harry had definitely turned red a few times throughout the talk, but I also made sure to include him by asking him certain questions and trying to gage how far his knowledge on all this went. And thanks to what I learned about Minerva over the past few weeks, did it really not surprise me that she had told my godson less than nothing and never even hinted at wanting to teach him or anyone of his year about this kind of subject. "She just constantly kept telling us not to embarrass Hogwarts and to act respectfully and whatnot, nothing else." Harry told me.
He also told me about the rare few times that Seamus would actually share his own fantasies and dreams with his dorm mates, but the fact that that hasn't happened since last year doesn't sit well with me as it made me feel that my godson was months behind on his personal education. After learning this, I just stayed focused and omitted any and all jokes and jests from the rest of the conversation. And the more I included him, the more Harry actually relaxed.

This made me feel touched and pleased beyond words or belief, but I also remembered the concerns and worries I had felt up until Lea's declaration and decided to voice them. And so, at the end of the Talk, I had ended it all by grabbing Harry's hands in one of my own and said: "Now that you know all this, I feel much better about what you learned today. But I do want you to know one thing; no relation, whether bound by soul or not, can survive if either partner isn't willing to voice three vital words. And I have yet to hear you speak them, Harry."
At which Harry had grimaced and muttered: "I know, Sirius. And I – I do feel – I don't know – ready to say them, but – I wanted to kiss Lea. You know, on the lips, the night he made that amazing declaration. But he said he wanted it to be special and I – I realized I wanted the same thing, both for my first kiss and for the first time I said those words. So, I guess, that's why I have yet to say them." And this made me feel beyond relieved and I had grinned widely at him for it.
I had left the room, but before I could pass the doorway, Harry had actually brought me to tears as he whispered: "Goodnight, dad." I had faltered, tears springing to my eyes and my face turning to look at him as he was lying with his back to me. I had gasped at the idea that he actually meant me and not wishing his dead father goodnight and wiped my tears before letting Lea through. Yet I hadn't told anyone, not even Remus, what happened.

Now it's the morning of the first Quidditch match of the year, Gryffindor versus Slytherin. And while this brings a new slew of concerns to my mind, as well as that of a few others like Ron who has been looking miserable since he got out of his sleeping bag, do I still wonder what Harry is going to do next. The boy exits his bedroom and the two of us share a look before, to my pleasant surprise, he comes over and gives me a warm loving hug.
This causes for some of the girls to gasp as Harry still hardly ever initiates the contact by himself and makes Molly tear up, yet I myself just grin widely and strongly return the hug. Harry is also the first to release himself from the hug and then makes everything even better as he turns to Damian and happily states: "Good morning, big brother." And while this shocks Hermione so much she drops her sleeping bag, does Damian just grin back and retort: "Morning, little bro."
"Well, that took long enough." One of the twins suddenly says and the other goes on: "Yeah, we were wondering when those two would start to see each other that way.""What with Sirius having a parental role to both of them." But to this Damian smiles at them and says: "There is seeing each other like brothers, guys, and there is acknowledging that we see each other like that." At which the twins shrug and chorus: "Good point."

Yet while we change into our robes and head down, the team all with their brooms over their shoulders and their Quidditch gear wrapped around their forms, I notice that this little scene hasn't lessened Ron's nervousness as the boy is still looking gloomy. And the fact that, upon us sitting down at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall, Ron hardly grabs any of the platters or bowls of food that are stationed around him, let alone grab his cutlery says everything to me.
I have been to a couple of training sessions of the Gryffindor Quidditch teams and noticed that Ron had an incredibly hard time fitting in with the rest of the team. Yet I also instantly noticed why this was. And so, a few days ago, I waited until Harry and Ron had left the changing rooms and then entered them myself. The other players had just wanted to leave themselves, but I had blocked the exit for them and snarled: "We need to talk."
The five of them had been both shocked, a little frightened, but mostly confused and I had laid down the law. "Will you lot stop expecting Ron to be on the same level of Fred and George? For him to be as in sync with you guys as Harry is? You've hardly been working together for two months and you're already expecting him to, what? Be like your former Keeper? How can someone, who never played outside of small games with his siblings, be like that? Why are you guys making the same mistake as most people make with Harry and his fame?"
The group had winced at this and I had turned to the twins and said: "Especially you two. Do you really not notice that, the minute Ron makes a mistake, he turns to look at you guys? He looks up to you, you're his older brothers. So if he then sees you two just looking as if you were expecting him to fail, how do you think that makes him feel? Why do you think that will help make him a better player? Do you really not know your own brother?"

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Fred had asked and I had rolled my eyes and while I had felt sure that Molly would rant at me for this later, had I said: "Ron looks up to you guys. You're his idols. You, Bill, Charlie and, before this year, even Percy. But why don't you guys try to put yourself in his shoes? The youngest of six boys, friends to a famous hero, brother to a Curse Breaker, a Dragon Handler, brilliant pranksters –."
Yet here the twins tried to argue: "Hey, Ron is brilliant in his own rights!" Yet I had just crossed my arms and felled them both with a stare as I coldly asked them: "And how often do you two acknowledge that – to his face?" This had instantly made the twins falter as they had tried to defend themselves again and I went on: "And how often do you just, to his face, joke and jest with him? Do those two events happen on an evenly frequent basis?
Because I haven't seen it that way. I see you two beaming and smiling in pride when others say something positive about Ron around you or when they praise you for having Ron for a brother, yes, I do notice that happening. But when Ron is around, you let the pranksters in you two out, instead of the older brothers. And just because Ron might have grown to expect that, doesn't make it right. You two should not want to live up to that expectation."

I had sighed and muttered: "Look, you already figured out that I am one of the Marauders and I'm going to be honest with you two. I see a lot of my own better traits in both you and Ron, but I also see traits of myself when I was young in all three of you that I regret. I needed war to get those traits kicked out of me, don't let the same happen to you. Prove what I already know, that you can be better – than I was when I was your age." And with that I had left the group alone.
Afterwards I had indeed seen improvement in the team dynamic and Harry had taken me aside a few days later, asking me if I knew anything about this. I had told him of what had happened after he left the changing rooms and he had thanked me profusely, making me smile at him. And while the twins had kept the change in dynamic to just the team, do I feel sure of two things. One, the change is already affecting Ron and two, they are preparing to go further than that.

And even now the two seem to try and get their brother to eat a little more, yet Ron seems too depressed and tense to even take a bite. Yet then suddenly Harry smiles at his team and says: "Just leave him, guys. Remember, I hardly ate a bite before my first match and we still won. And this time, there's no Quirrell being – well, Quirrell." And this seems to reassure both the team and Ron, who sends his best friend a grateful smile.
And as the boy starts to eat, even if it's not up to his usual standards, do I look up and notice something else that worries me. While I remember that, in my time as a student, the Slytherins would often try to hide their nerves by faking to look arrogant and confident, do the current members of the Slytherin Quidditch team just look gleeful in their confidence. And the smirks on their faces and the way that they are looking down at each other's chest adds to my concerns.

Yet then suddenly my vision is blocked by something and I look up, my eyes widening as I see Luna standing there with a robe of which the hood is actually a huge lion's head. "Hi everyone. Do you like it? Kairi, Hermione, Susan and the other girls from Hufflepuff helped me make it. Hermione even helped with the enchantment. Check this out." And as the girl softly taps the muzzle of the lion with her fingers, it lets out a roar that is so lifelike and realistic, it makes the entire hall go silent and makes my eyes widen.
I turn my head to look around the girl and notice that her sound has even shocked the Slytherins out of looking as arrogantly smug as they did. Yet they are so far apart in their need to look around each other and the other two House Tables that I suddenly notice them all to wear some kind of badge. And even from a distance I can see that they're not Team Captain, Head Boy or Prefect badges, which makes me curious about them.

Breakfast ends a few minutes later and I walk the team to the changing rooms, giving each of them a hug of reassurance and support before joining Poppy in heading up one of the many tower stands that are set around the field. Here I take my seat alongside Albus, Minerva, Filius, Lee and Poppy herself, yet I also notice someone seems to be missing. "Ehm Albus, have you seen Severus?" Poppy asks, obviously noticing the same as I did.
The man hums and takes a look around while Lee seems to prepare the board that shows off the score as well as his magical megaphone. "Ah, there he is. It seems he decided to go sit with his House." Albus says, yet this doesn't sit well with me as I notice that the same gleeful, arrogant smirks as before during breakfast are once again on their faces. This makes me grimace and I whisper: "Dobby, get me the rulebook for school Quidditch games." And while Albus looks at me curiously, does the huge tome appear on the empty seat to my left.

At the same time
Lea's POV

Last night, after all of Harry's friends had gone to bed, Isa had gathered my own friends and I together and told me about something he had noticed. "That Malfoy kid tricked Harry a few days ago. He may have made it look like he was grateful for Harry not showing his father in that memory, but really, it just bolstered that crazy ego of his. And since then, he's been planning something. Roxas thinks it's something to make him win the upcoming match."
This had made me turn to one of my closest friends and he frowns as he says: "I've been doing recon on him and others that have been giving Harry trouble over the years. Malfoy and his team have been meeting with Snape several times over the last few weeks. And every time they do so, they do it in the open, yet their very aura was just constantly similar to that of Pete when he was trying to find the secret passage to the Cave of Wonders back all those years ago."
Because of this, do I feel concerned and worried as I follow Harry and the others to the Quidditch Pitch. The scene of this morning had definitely made it easier for me to hide these concerns, but I still make sure to, instead of heading for the stands or the towers where the staff is seated, head for the dug out that is set between the pitch and the stands. Roxas and the others join me here and we all share a look, all of us determined not to let this game hurt Harry – too badly.

Back to Sirius

The game has started and the way that Harry flies makes me smile despite my concerns, Minerva actually gasping and whispering: "I – I don't think I've ever seen the team work this closely and well together." To which Filius laughs: "I guess that's what you get when you have the whole team share a single set of chambers for weeks on end. Stronger friendship equals better teamwork." And this makes both Minerva and me smile and enjoy the match.
Yet even with my enjoyment, I still keep a close eye on both Harry and Draco, the glare on his face whenever he looks at Harry making me know he is growing a genuine sense of hatred for my newly acknowledged son. This, I guess, is because of Harry sharing the fact that he is first in line for being Lord Black with Damian and Harry's upcoming child being third, making Malfoy go from next in line to being third in line. And his rivalry with Harry doesn't help matters with me.
I notice Malfoy, for some reason, motioning for where Snape is seated in the stands with the other Slytherins and turn to the rest of the game. Instantly I notice that the motion went along with one of the Snake Chasers heading for the Gryffindor Goal posts, the Quaffle firmly under his arm. And suddenly voices singing reach my ears. I turn back to the Snake Stands and see Snape conducting the other Snakes in this song. Then I hear the lyrics.

"Weasley cannot save a thing,
He cannot block a single ring,
That's why Slytherins all sing:
Weasley is our King."

Instantly I have the rulebook in my left hand and use the right to motion for Madam Hooch, who notices this just as the Snake that had started heading for the goal makes his goal. Instantly the woman lets off a loud and long whistle, calling for a time-out and flying my way. I turn to Albus, still not feeling comfortable with trusting him, but knowing I can use his help in this case. The man nods and stands up with me as Madam Hooch flies over.
"Lord Black, Headmaster, for what did you call me over?" The woman asks and I send her an unimpressed look, wondering if she even paid attention to the singing as Albus says: "It's because of the song that was playing while Chaser Warrington played. According to –." The Headmaster turns to me, but I had already been paging through the book while he spoke and hold it open in front of him as the man says:
"Official Quidditch school guidelines, rule #556, page 464, paragraph 3XI, no team is allowed to request help from the audience unless under excruciating circumstances, such as extreme weather and players wearing glasses. If any player is caught doing so, they are to either accept a punishment or leave the field for the rest of the game. And unfortunately Minerva, Filius, Lord Black and myself also noticed that the singing started upon Seeker Malfoy motioning Professor Snape. Therefore Seeker Malfoy must either remain in time-out for 2 minutes, or leave the field."

"YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS!" Malfoy shouts, flying our way on his broom, yet I also notice that, while we're talking, Harry flies over to Ron and whispers something to him. I turn back to Malfoy as Albus says: "It's right here, Seeker Malfoy. Read for yourself if you don't believe me. The rule as well as various forms of the first punishment and when they are to be applied. I merely suggested the one written in the book in case the violation is done by the Seeker of either team."
Malfoy gives the man a furiously hate-filled glare and rips the book from my hands, making me want to roll my eyes at his pettiness, yet I contain myself. The boy mutters as he reads and lets out another curse as he concludes the man to be in the right. "So, what will it be, Seeker Malfoy?" Madam Hooch asks and the boy growls: "The two minutes is fine." At which Albus replies: "Good. And please make sure you read this part as well."
He motions for a part of the page and Malfoy, clearly understanding the hidden order given by Albus, loudly reads: "If the Seeker picks the first of the two punishments, the allotted time-out, he is to take that time out every time either he or a member of his team violates this rule in a similar manner to the first violation." The lad glares from this to the Headmaster again, yet Albus remains unfazed while I tilt my head a little, able to spot Snape stomping away from the Snake stand as he hears this. Malfoy moves his broom over to the side of our stand.

Madam Hooch nods at this and yells for the crowd to hear: "Seeker Malfoy, in violation of Quidditch rule #556, is to take a two-minute time-out. The rest of the game shall commence." And she blows her whistle to indicate this. Yet as I turn back to Ron, do I notice that Harry is no longer with him. Wondering what my boy could have told his fellow player, as Ron seems happier, more confident and more focused, do I focus back on my son, who seems very determined to find the Snitch in this two-minute free time-frame that he got.
And while hoping that Malfoy has learned his lesson and that this will be the last of either Malfoy or the Snakes wanting to sabotage my son and that I can just enjoy the game, do I watch him slowly but surely losing himself in the game, working hard to try and find the Snitch in the two minutes he now has the chance to. Yet the Snitch remains elusive and then the two minutes are over.

Isa's POV

"That was just bound to go wrong." I can't help but mutter in disbelief and Xion says: "Yeah, though it doesn't look like that Snape guy thought that same way. Looks like he thought he could get away with it." And Roxas makes it all worse as he looks up and says: "Yeah, and that Malfoy kid doesn't look any happier. Plus, I did some more recon this morning. Apparently the kid's been complaining about half-blood bastards taking his rightful role or something."
"This was revenge, plain and simple. This whole thing was meant to break Harry and Ron's spirits, especially Ron's because, when he loses spirit, he loses all of his talent." Kairi growls in annoyance and concern, yet Sora says: "Yeah, though it seems that, whatever Harry said to him during the time-out, he really got his strength back. He hasn't let a single goal in so far and those Chasers are really trying now that their Seeker is in time-out."

Yet while this is true, is it really Roxas' target of observation that I put my focus on. I also notice Sirius suddenly sticking his hand up again, but then notice that one of his fingers is moving down, from his little finger to his thumb. And as the last one drops, Malfoy instantly presses the accelerator on his broom. Yet the way that he shoots straight for Harry has my nerves stand on end and my concerns sky-rocket.
"He wou –." Riku mutters, yet before he can finish, has Malfoy actually pulled one of his arms from his broom and put it in front of his face, just as he crashes his entire form into Harry, shocking the boy so much he himself lets go off his broom and drops down. "HARRY, NO!" Lea yells horrified and instantly I summon my Claymore and shout:
"STOPZA!" The magic activates, but I make sure to exclude my friends from its power. Everyone else gets encompassed and to my relief, even Harry, who only has his left leg near his broom anymore at this point. I turn to the team and start to snarl orders: "Lea, head for where Harry will fall. Sora, Riku, Kairi, go with him and cast Wind magic to lessen the speed of Harry falling. Xion, get to Madam Pomfrey and bring her to Harry once my spell wears off."

The group nods, Xion using the Dark Corridors to get up to the tower and Lea grabbing hold of our three friends before doing the same. I turn to the others, who are looking impatient with a need to do something as well and say: "Roxas, you head into the field and make sure Malfoy can't make an escape. Encase him in ice or recast my time-spell if you need to. If he tries to draw his wand, burn it."
The blonde nods and Axel asks: "And, what do we do?" At which I coldly answer: "You keep the rest of the Snake team from making things worse, I'll make sure Snape doesn't try his usual schtick." As we had heard about the man waiting for other Houses to defend themselves against Snake bullying only to turn it on its head and punishing the offending party. Axel nods and we use another Dark Corridor ourselves to get onto the field.

And as we arrive near Lea, Sora, Riku and Kairi are standing, the latter three all with their Keyblades out and already casting the wind spell, causing for slight airstreams to form in a light whirlwind that circles around the falling boy. Right then my spell cancels itself out and to my relief, the winds catch the boy, slowing his fall and making it so that he only gently lands in Lea's arms, making both of us sigh in relief. And instantly afterwards Poppy and Xion appear.
"DEEP FREEZE!" Roxas shouts and a mountain of ice appears, building up and causing Malfoy to shout as his whole broom gets encased in it. Yet to my amazement, as just looking at the cheating, murderous blonde makes me need to keep a tight rein on my berserker rage, does my blonde friend seem to spare the boy himself as he stops the spell before it can encase any of the appendages he uses to hold onto the broom.

"I – I don't know what just happened, but – thank goodness you're okay, Harry. Now, let me quickly see if the same counts for the baby." Poppy says, drawing her wand and reaching out for Harry's stomach, which I suddenly realize is where Malfoy actually hit Harry when he flew into him. Harry pulls himself out of his mate's grasp and pulls up his robe and shirt, yet before I can hear the woman's results, do I notice something.
Snape is racing across the field, his wand in his hand and a look of raging fury on his face. Yet this isn't what I noticed and luckily enough I'm not the only one as Axel lights up one of his Chakrams and throws it at the Bludger that was actually shot at the loving couple while Poppy was running her wand over Harry's belly. The ball and the Chakram meet halfway and the speed of both, alongside the flames causes them to explode.
And while this temporary startles and halts Snape in his tracks and makes a few of the playing Snakes look slightly terrified, does the man huff and continue his raging stampede towards us. Instantly all of my friends come to stand around Harry, Lea and Poppy and I make sure to stand between them and the approaching head of the Snake House. "YOU! RELEASE –!" The man wants to yell at me, but I just glare at him and force my Claymore under his chin.
The man falters, but then hisses: "I am a teacher." To which I growl back: "A teacher knows how to keep to the rules, how to act to his age and how to recognize an attempt of murder. And don't even dare to use Roxas' freeze, I ordered him to make sure that murderous Snake of yours couldn't make an escape and he even held back. Not to mention that Bludger shot here by your Beater." The man glares at me, his eyes proving how much he wants to kill me as well.

"SEVERUS TOBIAS SNAPE!" A voice, sounding louder, angrier, more disgusted and more betrayed than anything I have ever heard, which sounds more emotional than any scream I have ever heard coming from anyone, even when hearing one of the human Nobodies disintegrate, resonates across the field and Snape's pale complexion whitens to a point that makes snow look more colorful than his face as he turns around.
Dumbledore is storming across the field and while there is rage in his eyes, do I feel shocked and awed at seeing the man's magic also flowing around him, the whole thing looking like nothing I've ever seen before. The man storms over to us and stands between Snape and me, actually drawing his wand and taking a defensive stand between us. And while he doesn't shout, does his voice still hold the same magically amplified sense of rage.
"You will send both your Seeker and your Beater off the field this instant, Severus. They are officially considered banned from this match and if you dare to object, I will have the Board of Governors ban them for life. Off the field now, Severus. We will discuss further punishment later." But then Sirius, who had come along with the other people sitting in the tower, shocks us all as he sternly says: "No." Making us all turn to him.

The man sends a short, strange wink at Poppy, who nods while still running her wand over Harry's exposed stomach and then turns back to Dumbledore as he says: "Harry and Draco are both members of the Black line, Albus. And because of that, as Lord Black, do I feel I must insist on making sure that further punishment will come from the Black Family, not from Hogwarts." Dumbledore looks between the two and then nods.
Sirius nods and turns back to Poppy as he asks: "Is Harry able to keep playing?" And Poppy nods as she says: "He'll feel a little bruised on the inside later, but he and the baby are all fine." Which does a lot to calm down the berserker rage within me and I turn to Snape as I hiss: "We'll be in the dug-out. If you want to try to make us leave, be my guest." And while the man glowers at us in rage, do we return to where we had been watching the game.
Roxas, as he leaves, slams his Oblivion Keyblade into the icy tower, causing for it to crack and break into pieces and while Malfoy yelps, does he manage to bring his broom down to the ground, the Beater that had shot the Bludger at us landing as well. And while they both send our group looks through which they try to promise worlds of pain, do I just raise my eyebrow at the two amateurs before returning back to my spot.

Back to Sirius

"They really held back." I mutter to myself as I retake my seat, Snape now with us and seated on Albus' other side, which is on the other side of the tower and while the man sends me a furious glare, does he get stopped in his tracks by Albus who states: "Indeed. For which I hope you will give the Keyblade Gang my most sincere gratitude later, Lord Black." I nod, yet while I enjoy the game immensely now that it has been resumed, is my mind elsewhere all the same.
"The attack will take place the Thursday before the Christmas Hogsmeade Weekend." Poppy had told Albus and myself the day after the Pensive Event and she had continued: "However, she wants to meet with as many Death Eaters who are also parents or guardians before that happens. She wanted me to ask you, Sirius, if you could make sure of that. Oh, and she will extend that invitation to Severus as well, Albus, don't worry."
But now that all of this has happened, the song, the attack and the fact that Snape is obviously in the belief that Draco is the victim here, do I doubt that this invitation is still available to the man. At the same time, do I feel myself mentally preparing for tonight as I plan to meet with Lucius once the match is over. And while I have no doubt that this will disappoint Harry, do I know one thing. The reason that Lea and the others held back – is because they've had enough.
And while part of me wonders if Harry will, again, try to fight the notion of moving to Radiant Garden, does this thought bring me back to the game. And just in time to as suddenly Harry flies straight for us, a look of determined glory on his face and his arm outstretched to the front. A grin grows wider and wider on my face and I am the first of our tower to start cheering madly – when Harry catches the Snitch right in front of my face.

Back to Lea

The sight of my mate catching the small golden ball with silver wings causes for huge yells, cheers and screams to erupt all over the stadium, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff now fully supporting Gryffindor after the disgusting acts of backhanded attacks made on Harry and the rest of us by the Slytherin players. And while the Chasers actually tried to double their efforts to score, have the Gryffindor Chasers not let them near the Quaffle even once since the game resumed.
Yet as happy and elated as I am to see my mate win his big game and enjoy the results with his godfather – or father as of this morning – can I not pull the sight of his falling form out of my mind, the sight of Malfoy grinning in elated glee as he hit my mate right in the stomach and the fact that, if it hadn't been for Isa's magic, Harry might have fallen so hard he could have miscarried there and then. And Sirius' weird actions just further my determination.
"We party to celebrate the victory tonight – and tomorrow morning we leave before breakfast. We'll hold a celebratory feast to both welcome my mate and the others to Radiant Garden and hold a private celebration over their victory." I think to myself as I watch Harry fly Sirius down to the pitch, the stands having emptied themselves out as everyone tries to get to the winning team first. Yet this makes me smirk and I activate another corridor.
This startles a lot of those that had been running at my mate, but I just share a smirk with Sirius and then pull Harry up, lifting him up to sit on the shoulders of me and the other man and starting to cheer along with everyone else. This pulls everyone out of their reverie and they double the sound of their cheering as we walk Harry out of the stadium and over to the castle the boy himself red as my hair and grinning widely.

Well done, Harry.

So yeah, the team actually held back and to be honest, it's for more reasons than just them being done and not wanting to bother with the attacking wizards anymore. It's also because – at time that I was writing this, I felt that I sucked at writing them when they're fighting someone or casting a magic spell. Plus, this chapter has been bugging me for so long, I just didn't feel like putting such a scene in on top of it.
Next chapter: the party for Gryffindor, Sirius meeting Lucius and discussing the whole event and – Harry taking a critical action BEFORE he leaves for Radiant Garden, one that his mate and the others will readily accept his need to accomplish before such a big move. Oh, and just so you guys all know, Harry will remain in the Garden until May.
Okay enjoy,

Venquine1990
PS. Sorry again for the multiple POV's. The chapter's plot kind of demanded it.