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his eyes open. A bookcase was the only
thing in his immediate line of sight, but
warm, pinkish light was flooding in from
the window; the sun was rising.
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arm of the chair for all of three seconds;
then he slid down the side, until he was
wedged between Sirius and the arm. Sir-
ius moved over as much as he could, but
Harry was still half sitting on him, so he
just rearranged his arms into the most
comfortable position he could, and looked
over the parchment Harry had given him.
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very appropriate to mention in an spell in-
volving a wolf, and Sirius spent a moment
wondering whether Harry’d come up with
that on his own, or whether Remus had
suggested it; he was leaning more toward
the former.
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“My pack adopted me?” Harry suggested.
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lence; Sirius was thinking about Padfoot,
and what he did when he was happy, and
Harry was probably using him as a refer-
ence too, since Harry’d never seen Remus
as Moony.
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a tone Sirius had heard him use a lot, but
only once or twice had he ever heard it di-
rected at Harry. Sirius glanced at Harry;
his thin shoulders were trembling with
laughter, and he refused to look at either
of them.
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“I look fantastic,” Sirius said; both Harry
and Remus seemed surprised he’d left it
on.
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“What would your mother say-”
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the stairs.
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Kreacher eyed Padfoot, who was dripping
inky water all over the carpet, and Harry,
who was dangling from Padfoot’s mouth
by his jumper, and peeking out through
the neckhole, glasses askew.
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years now.
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er which she devoured in the time it took
Harry to run upstairs and fetch his ruck-
sack, and then Apparate back upstairs to
find shoes. Ted and Andy would both be at
work, and Dora couldn’t cook to save her
life, so she was a regular at Grimmauld
or Remus’ in the mornings if she want-
ed anything other than toast or cereal for
breakfast.
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charms on himself.
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the other two, and then shook his head.
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carefully manoeuvred his bike down the
front steps to where Harry was waiting
impatiently, spelling out words under his
breath.
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“Ate early,” Hagrid said, waving a large
hand. He stepped back to let Remus in-
side, and then patted him on the shoulder.
Remus braced himself, but still staggered
a bit under the force. “Got things ter do
today, what with Fluffy moving to a new
home an’ all.”
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for the millionth time that everyone would
stop wishing him luck; he appreciated the
sentiment, but it was making him very
nervous. Hagrid headed off toward the for-
est, whistling for Fang as he went; Fang,
who’d been sitting on the front steps of Ha-
grid’s hut, trotted over and fell into step
beside him.
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dents, again, were watching the Whomp-
ing Willow from a safe distance.
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thought about it since.
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Silverear glanced at Greentooth, who’d
folded her arms and put her nose in the
air. Silverear nodded. “Enjoying it?” Sil-
verear nodded again, instantly, and Remus
couldn’t help but smile.
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and continued on toward the castle.
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“Third time’s the charm,” Remus replied,
amused. Dumbledore beamed. “If you’re
willing to have me, of course.”
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given your admission at Sirius’ trial, but I
should be able to placate them, as long as
I know exactly where you’ll be.” Dumble-
dore sighed. “I apologise for the intrusion,
because I know you’ve never truly been
comfortable talking about your condition-”
“Thank you.”
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had some sort of research project on the
go, and that he’d be occupied with that for
quite some time.” Dumbledore smiled in
a fond sort of way. “He said that teaching
was important, but that he had to prior-
itise. And Davey’s eyesight is deteriorat-
ing; while he can still teach theory, he’s
struggling to write notes, and struggling
with his aim and coordination in practical
demonstrations.”
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himself thinking of James.
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and see if he wanted to join us for lunch.”
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and Dora glanced back at him, her hair a
puzzled sort of orange.
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weren’t dating.” She laughed, and then
looked thoughtful. Remus stepped for-
ward – but kept hold of her hand – while
he pressed the button for the lift. “Any
preference for lunch?”
“Be unimpressed?”
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Blaise wasn’t looking his way; he looked
puzzled, and was frowning at his feet.
Harry glanced at Hermione, instead; she
shrugged and pulled an apple out of her
schoolbag. Harry grabbed his own lunch
– two slices of freshly baked bread (it was
still warm, and he grinned and remind-
ed himself to thank Kreacher) – a small,
mixed selection of fruit, and a slice of trea-
cle tart.
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his father – Mr Benson – would venture
out of the principal’s office to talk to him,
rather than call him in.
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but they weren’t alone; a tall woman stood
near them, dressed in a dark shirt and
blouse, tall heels, and Harry could see her
red lipstick from across the playground.
She had Blaise’s dark skin and hair.
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not?”
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“Liar,” Harry said, grinning. He tucked
what was left of his lunch into his pocket,
and hopped off of the bench.
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just before school finis-”
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other than the fact that he was a muggle –
and not her usual type; he wasn’t exceed-
ingly handsome, or exceedingly wealthy.
Or wealthy at all; she eyed his suit and
was sure the entire thing cost less than
her lipstick.
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“Giovanna Zabini,” Giovanna said; she’d
never had much patience for children, and
their need to repeat everything. “Your
mother.”
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rolled her eyes; the boy wouldn’t last five
minutes in any house but Hufflepuff if he
was so hinged on reassurance. Giovanna
wondered if she should have come earlier.
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Or perhaps not, she thought, sighing. He’s
just as dense as every other muggle I’ve
ever met. “No,” she said. “It’s quite real.”
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“Never?” Blaise said. Emmanuel nodded.
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after eleven years and tell me what to do.”
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Emmanuel was quite still, so she collected
her wand and released Blaise. “Now,” she
said, “that we’ve established that, certain
steps need to be taken. Firstly, Blaise is
coming with me, until Hogwarts starts in
September.”
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“You can’t just show up and take my son-”
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Chapter 2:
New names
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the quiet reading section.
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person... and Blaise would know someone
too. September was suddenly looking even
better.
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silly of me.” She shook her head hard
enough that her hat nearly fell off. “All hy-
pothetical, of course.”
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“Nope,” Harry said. “Very muggle-ish.”
She’d actually done well, he thought. Za-
bini’d carried herself like a pureblood –
haughtily – so he doubted she spent much
time in the muggle world, but she’d cer-
tainly looked the part.
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“You did too; I heard you,” Hermione said
bossily. She was smiling – still rather ner-
vously, but there was hope there too – and
it was very, very, worrying.
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ate her, he thought miserably. “Holly,” he
said carefully. “And phoenix feather.”
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Gonagall, she teaches-”
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“Hermione,” Harry said, “breathe.”
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“Er... no,” Harry said. “We- Padfoot told
me, when I was eight.”
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more about me than you think.” She read
a lot, and knowing Hermione, she’d have
tried to find as much out about the current
situation in the wizarding world as possi-
ble, so she had an idea about what she’d
be walking into, come September. He held
his hand out. “I’m Harry,” he said. Her-
mione rolled her eyes, but took his hand.
“Harry Potter.” Her mouth fell open.
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shook her head. “Of course, anyone that
knows even the slightest about what’s go-
ing on in the magical world knows that’s
not true, but when you’re in both worlds
like we- Are you really?” Not sure how to
respond to that, Harry just shrugged in a
helpless sort of way. “D-”
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The boy – Blaise – wrenched his arm out
of Giovanna’s manicured grip. Narcissa,
who’d opened her mouth to greet the pair,
closed it again. She’d never seen the boy
– who was probably somewhere between
Hydrus and Draco in age - before, but with
his skin, dark eyes and height, he could
only be Giovanna’s son. She remembered
Giovanna had mentioned a son, once, a
while ago, but she’d never met the boy, and
hadn’t even realised Giovanna was in con-
tact with him; she’d said he lived with his
father. Blaise glanced over his shoulder,
glowered at Giovanna and then stepped
forward.
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“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Narcis-
sa said, smiling at him. She extended a
hand and he shook it without hesitation.
“Giovanna,” she added, looking over the
boy’s shoulder.
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lowed him, curious; she didn’t think she
– an adult - could walk with as much con-
fidence into a stranger’s house as he did,
and she was torn between being annoyed
and impressed that he didn’t seem to ap-
preciate the manor’s expensive interior.
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to Magnus and Theodosia Bulstrode.
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“...a blue feather, a rock, a bookmark, an
apple, a dragon’s claw, a piece of string,
and a piece of parchment-”
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wasn’t praise, but it was the closest thing
to it that Severus usually gave.
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– Borage? he thought tentatively – and
then stepped toward that part of the room.
Sure enough, it was there. Severus nod-
ded again.
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and sarcastic as it was, and he didn’t mind
the tasks. He still didn’t see the point, but
he didn’t really mind. And if he’d changed
his mind about a few things, so be it... even
if they had made him an oddity amongst
his family and the purebloods in his social
circle.
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“Happy birthday, Draco,” Severus said.
Draco didn’t bother to hide how touched
he was that Severus had bought him a
birthday present; it wasn’t a very Slyther-
in thing to do, but Draco didn’t have to
be cool and dismissive – or even try to be,
because he wasn’t as good at that as he’d
used to be - with Severus, which was an-
other thing he liked about his godfather’s
company.
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no more explanation; instead, he passed
Draco the package.
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folded green fabric.
“Is there-”
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where two people weigh each other, and
reassess their standing – and then Narcis-
sa took a step forward.
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advantage.
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“Words,” she said dismissively, and then,
“Severus, it’s been nearly two years since I
first approached you, and you’re still play-
ing memory games, and-”
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“Things aren’t ever what they seem,” he
drawled. “A poem could be about one per-
son or thing on the surface, but be, in actu-
ality, about something entirely different.
Learning to look past face value so that he
can interpret what lies beneath will serve
him far better than knowing how to Stun
something-” His lip curled. “I assure you,
and that is why I chose the book I did.”
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at him, and then guided Draco toward the
Floo.
“What?” he asked.
“Yes, Mother.”
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minutes later, he wasn’t surprised or dis-
appointed that no one paid him much at-
tention. He just smiled at Dobby – whose
stressed expression vanished for a few sec-
onds so that he could smile back – and sat
down in the empty seat between Theodore
Nott and Vivienne Greengrass.
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Next to Hydrus, someone spoke, however,
startling Draco.
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ered Durmstr-”
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other pureblood, cut from the same fancy
fabric as every other person gathered, as
himself, but now, he wasn’t sure.
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“So?” Blaise drawled. “Slytherins do what
they want. And I want to eat with this
spoon.” And he proceeded to do so, not
seeming to care at all what any of the oth-
ers thought.
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Daphne asked, flicking a berry at Draco,
while everyone else ate dessert. Blaise
had managed to use the right spoon this
time, but lowered it when he saw the ber-
ry fly past. Everyone else had stopped too,
to watch Draco, who did his best to ignore
it. “Aww,” she cooed, “are you not feeling
friendly today-”
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to ask how Draco was-”
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went back to her dessert. Daphne glared
at her, and promptly turned to Nadia and
Pansy, who both seemed upset on her be-
half. Draco distinctly heard the words ‘out
of line’, before the rest were lost in furious
whispers. Millicent, though, was eyeing
Astoria with a very contemplative expres-
sion.
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make sure you don’t do too much damage.”
Daphne, rather unsurprisingly, had noth-
ing to say to that.
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remained firmly in the air, and her tone
was lofty.
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you say ‘you’re welcome’,” Draco prompt-
ed.
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the main group to hover beside the arm
chair next to Draco’s.
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“This?” Draco asked.
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other boy’s face. He sort of believed him,
but also sort of thought that this might be
Hydrus, Pansy or Daphne’s idea of a joke.
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Chapter 3:
Keira and the kettle
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ticked them off the class list that morning,
Blaise’s name wasn’t even called.
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ic, while Harry had always been a very
practical sort of person.
“Who?”
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“Oh, she’s our owl,” Harry said.
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“But-”
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chattered happily to him about that after-
noon; he’d invited her over, to meet Pad-
foot, Moony and Kreacher, and Dora (if
she was there, and not at training) and to
pull what might also be the biggest prank
of his young career.
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said, and his voice cut off.
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He got to the Atrium just as Hemsley –
flanked by two others; Brown, and some-
one else - arrived in the lift and swept to-
ward him. Sirius couldn’t work out why
Hemsley was wearing a cloak over his
robes; it was the middle of June, for Mer-
lin’s sake, and far too hot for that, in Sir-
ius opinion... although, Sirius’ body tem-
perature was always a little higher than
the average person’s, thanks to Padfoot.
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Liason Office. Dirk was a portly little man,
with a bulbous nose, curly brown hair and
a near-permanent smile, but right now, he
looked tired and sad. “What’s happened?”
Sirius asked.
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his muggle-style tie and shoved his hands
into his pockets. “That’s where we come
in,” Hemsley sighed. He stepped into one
of the fireplaces and said, “Leaky Caul-
dron.” Dirk was swallowed up in the fire-
place next to theirs, and Brown and Sirius
spent half a second looking at each other
before Brown shoved past and vanished
into the fire. Sirius rolled his eyes and fol-
lowed.
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of his name, and the gold that went with
it – but Hemsley just shook his head and
sent them on their way.
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trying to calm an enormous, spiny bat,
and his shop hand – a greasy haired girl
with filed teeth – was talking to a smoking
cage full of firecrabs. A cloaked figure was
leaning against the wall of the bookshop
next door.
“Auror Black.”
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Irish voice that came from beneath the
hood. He held out his hand, and a pale
green, long nailed hand emerged from the
folds of the cloak to clasp his. “How’ve you
been?” He hadn’t been down Knockturn
Alley in months; Aurors weren’t really
supposed to, and Harry’d been at school,
so he hadn’t needed any new or unusual
literature. They had, however, exchanged
a few letters.
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the locket any thought; it remained safely
tucked away in a warded cabinet in the
drawing room, and would, until he found
a spell or potion that could permanently
destroy it.
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have seen many visiting there in the last
few months.”
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“Yeah, sure,” Brown said, finally tearing
his eyes away from Keira.
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ra shook her head.
“A green one?”
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“I only noticed when I saw the spell light
through the window,” she said, shaking
her head. “And then the goblin fell, and
the person came over, took hold of its arm
and vanished.”
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“He’s not talking,” Brown said, look-
ing sulky, and a bit embarrassed. Sirius
glanced over at the shop owner, who was
glowering at them, arms folded.
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“You’re him,” the shopkeeper said. “That
one that was a Death Eater.”
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lot like you’ve got something to hide.”
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eventually. “And I could take you away to
be properly questioned – you’d be allowed
to have a solicitor, of course, and fight for
your rights to stay silent, but that’d make
you look even more guilty... It would also,
frankly, be a waste of everyone’s time. You
can give me five minutes of your time and
a few honest answers, or I can take five
days of yours, and close your shop in the
meantime so that I, or other members of
the DM.L.E. can search it for evidence.”
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gerous unless threatened (except for hags
that sold human fingernails and the like),
secondly, the shops stocked a lot of rare
items and ingredients that came in handy
from time to time, and thirdly, it was a
very good place to run surveillance or set
up traps for the wizarding world’s nastier
occupants, who felt safe in the area.
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erful position Sirius had given him.
“Here?”
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ing at the Apparition traces with a pair
of trace readers. One vanished as Sirius
approached.
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said. Sirius nodded. “So, what, our goblin
was about to buy another hatchling to raise
into security work, and someone killed it
to stop that, or-”
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“He’ll want to know about all of this.”
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“A pleasure,” the Head Goblin said flatly,
showing his pointed teeth. He said some-
thing to Dirk in his harsh language.
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and sighed. He said something to Gri-
phook - another goblin in the room - and
Griphook came forward. Then the Head
Goblin spoke to Dirk again, and Dirk nod-
ded.
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“...another way you might have handled
that situat-”
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and try to stop thinking about it when he
left work, if he wanted any peace of mind.
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onto the footpath, and wandered toward
the school, like a normal, muggle parent.
“-lying, Harry-”
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“She doesn’t mind,” Harry said, and Her-
mione, who’d looked like she was about to
start babbling, seemed grateful that he’d
stepped in to translate. “How was work,
Padfoot?”
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“Are you looking forward to the holidays?”
Sirius asked, trying to calm her down a
bit.
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known existed until she said them.
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it to open the door, just as Harry turned
the handle. Hermione glanced over her
shoulder, and Sirius only just had time to
stuff his wand up his sleeve.
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remembered the troll’s leg umbrella stand
had used to live. “Kitchen’s this way,” he
said. Hermione followed him, and Padfoot
followed the pair of them; Harry wasn’t
sure which of them was more nervous;
Hermione for not being completely honest
with Padfoot, or Padfoot for thinking he
was going to inadvertently break the stat-
ute. He hid a smile. Hermione gasped as
they passed the stairs, and pointed up at
the landings. “What?” Harry asked.
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he suspected she’d bombard him as soon
as she had the chance, but thankfully, she
just gave the stairs a longing look and let
Harry lead her. Kreacher had left a plate
of biscuits on the table, and a tray of small
meat pies in the oven.
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concern painted itself over his face. Her-
mione looked at Harry, obviously trying to
place Moony from the stories Harry had
told her in the last week and a half.
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“New words today?” he asked. Harry made
a noise of disgust, nodded, and pulled out
his school diary. Moony looked over this
week’s spelling words. “They’re not bad,”
he said. “What do you think?”
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“Where do ‘Moony’ and ‘Padfoot’ come
from?”
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wooden rattle. Padfoot might have been
able to brush the whole situation off, had
his wand not shot out a whole bunch of
red sparks, and turned the kettle into a
fat, copper-skinned frog. Hermione made a
noise of surprise, Moony and Padfoot both
swore, and Harry fell off the bench because
he was laughing so much. The frog made
a noise rather like a kettle whistling, and
Padfoot hastily scooped it up and deposit-
ed it in the sink under a bowl. It croaked
again, sounding distinctly metallic this
time.
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she was even playing along; she just
seemed stunned, and he remembered she
probably hadn’t seen much magic other
than McGonagall’s, and the spells she’d
tried herself. “Harry-”
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“Mr Evans- I mean, Mr Black-” Sirius and
Moony spun around so quickly that Harry
wondered how they hadn’t cracked their
necks. “You don’t have to worry,” she said,
“I... umm... I know. I-”
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and Harry heard claws scrabbling on the
stone floor, and glanced over his shoulder –
without slowing – to see Padfoot charging
up the stairs after him.
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er that day, but they did the next Monday,
and Kreacher was suspicious, but very po-
lite, and if he had any problems with hav-
ing a muggleborn in his house, he didn’t
voice them to Harry or to Padfoot.
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had happened. Harry wasn’t sure how
long she’d known they were living there,
but that was another prank in itself; she
walked right inside, stopped at the bot-
tom of the stairs and started yelling for
Padfoot – who, of course, she couldn’t see,
thanks to the Fidelius Charm (and he had
seemed quite happy that that was the
case). Moony had taken Hermione outside
to her parents and apologised profusely,
and McKinnon had, in the end, stayed for
dinner; Moony asked her, because Padfoot
was too nervous to.
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Chapter 4:
The break-in
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“Is that-”
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the collar. Krognug wheezed and tried to
charge at Hemsley, but Sirius restrained
him. Hemsley stepped back. “They – who-
ever it was - used him to get past the
guards, and through all the goblin exclu-
sive warding.”
“What-”
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luck.” Hemsley nodded as he took this in.
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“You’re bleeding,” Brown said. Sirius
rubbed his cheek and felt three shallow
cuts that would – if he felt inclined to try
to match it up – be an exact fit for Krog-
nug’s long fingernails.
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made his way back out into the main part
of the bank. It was completely empty ex-
cept for staff – mostly goblins, but a clus-
ter of humans were over at the far end.
Sirius caught Andy’s eye and nodded at
her, and then nodded again as he passed
Scrimgeour on the way out.
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“Was anyone hurt? Was anything taken?”
Sirius said nothing, just kept his head
down and kept walking.
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“Are you still in contact with the werewolf
Lupin?” More than half of the reporters
followed Sirius away from the bank; the
other half had pounced on a goblin spokes-
person.
“Do you-”
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leaving the bank – before transforming
back and altering a few of his features;
Patrick Evans was his most common dis-
guise these days. He also turned his robes
navy, so that he wouldn’t stand out.
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“I had a bit of trouble with reporters.”
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“On official Hogwarts business,” he said
proudly, patting his coat pocket. “Dumb-
ledore sent me ter sort out a few things fer
him.” He pulled a large pocket watch out
of his coat and nodded importantly. “Best
be movin’ on, in fact. It was nice ter see
yeh Sirius, Remus. An’ happy birthday,
Harry.”
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“Later,” Sirius replied in a low voice.
Remus nodded, and Harry just licked his
icecream, oblivious.
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Harry just smiled wryly.
“Draco,” he said.
“Potter.”
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“No,” Draco said, as if he was daft. “Moth-
er just didn’t see the point of buying robes
that we’d grow out of before school even
started, so we put it off.”
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vander’s-”
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“Well, yes, Potter, that’s what we were
just talking about,” Draco said, looking
exasperated.
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that.”
“Oh, er-”
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“Bored-”
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smiled at him.
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was sorted.
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adjusted himself - trying not to wake her -
and was just putting his head down when
he heard a quiet pop.
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and he never bothered to check the guest
room first because he knew where he was
going...
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“Avada Kedavra,” it snarled in what was
obviously a man’s voice.
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Dora fired off a quick spell that hit their
attacker. He stumbled back a step with
a sound like a snarl and shot a gleaming
rope at Remus. It tangled around his arms
and bare chest and he hissed as it burned;
the ropes were silver. Dora looked at him
helplessly for a split second and then cast
a Shield Charm to block another attack.
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“Avada Kedavra,” their attacker snapped,
sounding irritated. Dora pulled Remus to
the ground.
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viously.
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“Are those paw prints?” she asked.
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“Go back to bed, kiddo,” Sirius called, yawn-
ing. Harry didn’t, though. He, like Sirius
was in pyjamas, but his were shorts with
little deer on them – a birthday present
from Kreacher – and a big white t-shirt.
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“I hit it on the bedside table,” she mut-
tered.
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“Someone broke into my house and start-
ed flinging Killing Curses,” Remus said.
Harry paled. Sirius’ dabbing stopped.
“Who?”
“You’re sure?”
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“They didn’t know their way around the
house,” Remus said. “That’s probably what
saved us. I thought it was Mad-Eye, but
then I realised it couldn’t be-”
“Next time?”
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quickly. “Kiddo, do you mind?”
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“Obviously,” Dora said.
“Wait, wha-”
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have been touched, other than by a spell;
the top pocket was a bit blackened. Sirius
looked around the room, his eyes wide and
unfocused, and then left.
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so that she could impersonate him.
“Any traces?”
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“What are you doing?” Tonks asked in a
hushed voice.
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They appeared to be in some sort of cot-
tage. It looked a bit like she imagined the
Shrieking Shack would, on the inside; the
walls were made of crumbling plaster, cov-
ered in smears of dirt, mould and peeling
wallpaper, and the beams that held the
patchy roof up had almost been destroyed
by rot. The floor was dusty – broken in plac-
es by footprints - and creaky, and what lit-
tle carpet remained was stained and thin.
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“Homenum Revelio,” she said, but Sirius
was the only one to glow orange. Tonks
left Sirius examining the desk and went
to check the next room. In it, was a small,
lumpy bed that had been slept in at some
point, and recently, because it was un-
made, but dust was yet to gather on the
exposed sheets. There was a door off to one
side that led to another, smaller room, and
in there, Dora found a cauldron, an open
book with instructions for some sort of po-
tion-spell combination ritual, and a whole
lot of stacked jars and phials of strange
ingredients.
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the blood of the victim, and blood of the
Master.
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“What?” Tonks whispered.
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“That’d be the Imperius curse,” Tonks
said. Sirius nodded.
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one that attacked us tonight?” Sirius nod-
ded. “But- why-”
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The other was from the Prophet, implying
that Dumbledore was insane and Remus
was a murderous beast. Tonks had sent
the Prophet a very angry letter after that,
and Sirius had also sent one, less angry,
and far more impressively condescending
and sarcastic than Tonks thought she’d
ever be able to manage.
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Sirius looked like he desperately did want
to go home, but he shook his head.
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that led out into an overgrown garden.
Tonks felt tired just thinking about it.
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practically lives there anyway, so we might
as well make it official.” He smiled, but
seemed too troubled to keep the expres-
sion there for long. Tonks nodded slowly.
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Chapter 5:
A place to belong
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cy and the twins were still using theirs,
but Mum had pulled this old one out of
somewhere, and so Ron had a second-hand
trunk to put his second-hand things into.
“It shouldn’t matter if I’m in here at all!”
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your bed, and look at your things, and-”
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not that much difference between ten and
eleven! And Percy could help me if I need-
ed it!”
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help but worry that no one would want to
be his friend. Other than his brothers, Gin-
ny, and occasionally someone like Luna
or Harry, he hadn’t had much to do with
other kids. What if no one liked him? He
wasn’t smart, like Bill and Percy, wasn’t
funny like the twins, or popular like Char-
lie. Ron didn’t really have anything to of-
fer.
“Ickle Ronniekins!”
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thought that if he wanted to get under his
bed before the twins arrived, he had about
five seconds left to do so.
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never far from George – slouched in with
bulges in his pockets that were very ob-
viously dungbombs and casually dropped
them into Ron’s trunk when he thought no
one was looking. Fred started to whisper
to Ginny, who, in turn, started to snigger.
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told him - in no uncertain terms - that he
wouldn’t be getting as much as a crumb un-
til he’d finished packing, and shooed him
back upstairs as soon as she re-emerged.
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Percy. Percy – as Ron would have done
had he been the one Fred was looking at
like that – took a step back through the
doorway of his room. “Are you polishing
your Charms Club badge?” Percy pursed
his lips.
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a few weeks ago. “Bill left a rather large
pair of shoes to fill, but they’ve got differ-
ent styles, you see, and Bill was probably
a bit too casual about the whole thing-”
Ron snorted. “-while Perce will be taking
a much more traditional approach to his
leadership, and-”
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say in a grand voice, “then Head Boy is a
distinct possibility in the futu-”
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cause Giovanna didn’t believe in juice, or
flavoured milk – and he was about as hap-
py as he could be, given the circumstances.
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The role Giovanna had given him was
snotty heir, set to be Sorted into Slyther-
in, or less preferably, Ravenclaw. The oth-
er two Houses weren’t even up for consid-
eration, so Blaise hadn’t given them much
thought. He wasn’t sure which of his two
potential Houses he was most likely to
end up in; he’d always enjoyed study, and
that was the only Ravenclaw trait anyone
ever spoke about, but Slytherin... Slyther-
in, apparently, was all about cunning and
ambition – or that was what everyone said
– and Blaise rather thought he had both of
those covered as well.
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to Giovanna had been to further that pro-
tection.
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to write a letter to his dad once a month,
and because Giovanna had made it clear
that any missteps on his part would have
dire consequences for his dad. He’d taken
her seriously; the first time he’d met her,
she’d put a wand to Dad’s throat, for cry-
ing out loud, and in the months since, he’d
learned about her previous husbands, and
where exactly the money that funded her
enormous house and expensive tastes had
come from.
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been forced to keep him alive out of conve-
nience. It went without saying that – now
that Blaise was off to Hogwarts - Dad was
not as useful as he had been for the past
eleven years, and so Blaise was being very
careful to do what he was told.
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Probably getting ready for the new term
to start, Blaise thought, sighing. He won-
dered if Dad was coping. He tended to get
caught up in his work at the beginnings
and ends of term, and Blaise usually
helped out a bit more around the house
during those times; he’d put through the
occasional load of washing, or help make
dinner, and he’d also help Dad relax by
having some fun time, watching telly, or
kicking the football around the back gar-
den.
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– but even she couldn’t have so many that
she’d be able to stop the school’s post.
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house had its advantages; it made it easi-
er to avoid the other occupants, unless, of
course, Dolly did her Apparition thing.
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read them on the train.” She’d talk to peo-
ple first – Harry, or Blaise, or anyone else
she met on the train – but there was only
so much that could be talked about, and
she was sure that, by about halfway, they’d
have run out of conversational topics. Har-
ry would probably want to play Exploding
Snap, which Hermione’d always been bad
at, and so while he did that, she’d be able
to retreat into her books.
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mione nodded. “It’s not too late to go to a
nice, local scho-”
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“And they’re both wizards,” Hermione
pointed out. “They’re different too.” Mum
watched her sadly. Hermione wondered
whether it was the use of the word ‘differ-
ent’ or something else. “I’m going to Hog-
warts, Mum,” she said earnestly. “I’m a
witch, and that’s where I belong.”
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school was going to be her home... for sev-
en whole years. If she didn’t like it, she’d
be stuck, because, regardless of what she’d
said to Mum, she wasn’t just going to give
up and leave.
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“Father,” Hydrus whined. Draco rolled his
eyes.
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He was sure Father had noticed, but Fa-
ther’s method of dealing with Mother
when she was in a mood, tended to be to
give her space. Hydrus was so caught up
in the injustice of not being able to take
his broomstick that he probably hadn’t
even noticed, and so it fell to Draco to do
something about it.
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and sat down on the armchair closest to
hers, and he knew she wasn’t as oblivious
as she seemed; he noticed her shoulders
had stiffened, and her fingers tightened
around the cover of the book she was hold-
ing.
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“Mother?” he asked, uncertain. He’d seen
her cry before – once – but not for a long
time; it was something Mother just didn’t
do.
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our classes together, so it won’t matter if
he doesn’t, because we’ll have all the same
news.”
Mother choked.
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get to her feet. She clasped her hands in
front of her, nodded, smiled, and said, “It’ll
all be fine.”
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on trying to wrest it away, and pushing
him – and the pillow – off the bed.
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food - and Moony and Padfoot were in good
spirits, reminiscing about their own Hog-
warts days, and getting louder and louder
as they tried to talk over each other to re-
mind Harry about a place or painting that
he had to visit as soon as he got the chance.
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plained, “we used to spend our frees mess-
ing around in the forest.”
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us when he could.”
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er or two draped over each shoulder, and
laughed.
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Chapter 6:
Aboard the Hogwarts Express
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on the trolley. Tonks turned and stared at
her with the same amount of interest, un-
til the woman readjusted her handbag and
hurried away. Tonks turned back around,
smiling so widely that her eight-year old
face was threatening to split.
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him... With wizards being wizards, Har-
ry wouldn’t be entirely surprised if it was
necessary to run through the wall to get
to the platform. But Harry also wouldn’t
be surprised if this was Padfoot’s idea of
a joke; Padfoot would never do anything
to actually hurt Harry, but he’d probably
find it funny to convince him to run into a
wall.
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The pair of them grinned and waved, and
the others – Harry recognised the twins
he’d heard a fair bit about, and an older
boy that was either Bill or Percy (Charlie
was a friend of Tonks’, who worked with
dragons) – followed them over a bit more
slowly.
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“Fred’s right,” Moony said. One of the
twins – probably Fred – looked up. The
other one – from memory it was Greg, or
George, or something similar - was bicker-
ing with the older brother, and Mrs Wea-
sley was watching Moony and Padfoot
awkwardly, as if she wasn’t sure whether
to say hello or not. Harry wasn’t sure that
they’d met before. She smiled kindly at
Harry when she saw him looking, though,
and he smiled back.
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ing look. Harry shook his head and Pad-
foot watched him for a moment longer and
then addressed the others.
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Mrs Weasley managed to get her lot
through the barrier – Harry hung back
with Padfoot, partially to keep from get-
ting underfoot, and partially to be sure
that Ginny wasn’t having him on as well –
and then they followed; Padfoot first, then
Harry, and then Moony and Tonks at the
rear.
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“Gran, I’ve lost my toad again,” Harry
heard a round-faced boy say, as he followed
Padfoot through the crowd. The Weasleys
went their own way, but Harry was sure
they’d find each other again later, once the
train was moving, and Moony and Tonks
had disappeared somewhere in the mass-
es as well.
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behind her when she saw them, but Bones
nodded in their direction – and the Malfoy
family, with a whole group of others. From
the distance he was at, Harry couldn’t
even tell Hydrus and Draco apart, though
he suspected Draco was the one sticking
closest to Mrs Malfoy. He lost them in the
masses a moment later.
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digo spell explode harmlessly on the side of
the train. Padfoot was gone from Harry’s
side a second later, and Tonks was back to
her usual shape and size, ushering Har-
ry toward Moony. Both of them had their
wands out, and once Tonks seemed certain
that no one else was aiming for them, she
stalked after Padfoot.
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He and Padfoot exchanged a few more
words – Padfoot said something in a low
voice than made the man straighten (he
was still shorter than Padfoot by a fair bit)
and then look uncomfortable – and then
Padfoot turned and headed back to them,
stopping only to get a hold of Tonks; she
looked like she might explode, with her
red hair, pink face and orange eyes.
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pointing to an empty compartment. Pad-
foot helped him over to it, and the pair of
them – with Moony hovering behind, in
case Harry couldn’t manage his end – lifted
the trunk into the overhead storage rack.
Harry tucked Hedwig’s cage into a corner,
spent a moment scanning the crowd out
the window for Hermione’s bushy head,
Ron’s red one, or Draco’s pale one, and
then turned around.
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“I might drop by later on,” Moony said. “I
thought I’d go and meet the Prefects and
Heads, and the driver for now.” He glanced
at Padfoot. “You’ll be all right?”
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Harry believed him; he had two years in
the wizarding world, had heard more sto-
ries about Hogwarts than he could remem-
ber, and he’d had his wand for a few years
now, which meant he knew about as much
as anyone else – and definitely more than
some – did. The rest, he could learn with
everyone else.
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wherever you end up, kiddo, is fine with
me, right?”
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muffled by Padfoot’s tshirt. His dogtags
clinked against Harry’s glasses.
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Gringotts, and Moony, and-”
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ley family moved closer to the train. Gin-
ny was clinging to Ron’s hand as if her life
depended on it, but was forced to let go
when Mrs Weasley started shooing her
sons onto the train. The three of them
jumped aboard, and beside Mrs Weasley,
Ginny began to cry.
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Mrs Weasley pursed her lips, and the train
jolted forward.
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he could keep up. Harry could hear him
barking, right up until the train rounded
the bend, and the platform disappeared
from sight.
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and a few of the more colourful words he’d
learned from Padfoot slipped out. Hedwig
hooted disapprovingly.
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managed to fix the broken latch and get
the trunk onto the luggage rack. Then, the
twins offered their hands to Harry.
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“Harry?” Harry glanced at Ron, and shook
his head. Ron looked grateful. “Your loss.”
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Around twelve-thirty, just as Harry was
just about to ask Ron whether he wanted
to come for a walk to try to find anyone
else, their door slid open to admit a wom-
an with dimpled cheeks and a huge smile.
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like them, he knew it was entirely likely
that Moony would come by and catch him
eating nothing but sweets for lunch, and
he’d report to Padfoot. Ron, in the mean-
time, had extracted a set of sandwiches
and was picking at them with a resigned
expression.
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He and Ron had a great time playing the
tower game – where one player adds a card
to the tower until it explodes and the loser
has to pick and eat a bean – while they ate
the other sweets. Shortly after a visit from
a boy who’d lost a toad and was looking for
it, Ron, got a cheese flavoured bean, which
lured his pet rat out of his pocket.
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warts, and even Hogsmeade, was so coated
in magic that it was painful to look at for
long. Ron’s magic was gold, with smudges
of green, and had a thin, spiky texture, a
bit like wire. And his rat – Scabbers – was
a dark blob, completely devoid of magic.
Harry let the sight fall away, and relaxed.
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that-.”
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Harry rolled his eyes, pocketed his wand,
gave Ron a sheepish grin and bent to look
for Ron’s wand. There were some interest-
ing things under the seat, Harry realised;
a Montrose Magpies badge, half a Daily
Prophet article on wart removal, a shoe-
lace, a wad of gum and, finally, behind a
faded copy of Witch Weekly, was Ron’s
wand. As he reached for it, Harry heard
the compartment door slide open.
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under there?”
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they’d wanted to do it alone the first time,
and say a proper goodbye to Hermione.
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ille, though, was sitting quietly, with his
hands folded in his lap.
“A what?”
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Grimmauld, but hadn’t been overly fond
of them, so it was with a fair bit of trep-
idation that she took a wrapped frog and
turned it over in her hands.
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while. “Hey, did you hear about Grin-
gotts?” Ron asked, after a while.
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most secure places in the world – or that’s
what Bill says, and he works for them, so
it’s probably true – and then someone just
breaks in and doesn’t get caught or any-
thing...”
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“So,” he said, “it’s true; everyone’s say-
ing that the famous Harry Potter’s in this
compartment... not much of a celebrity,
are you?” This comment was matched by a
smirk, but the sneer wasn’t quite as harsh
as it would have been; Draco was puffing,
and he wasn’t generally rude to Harry –
on purpose, anyway. “You’ve got ash all
over your face, and chocolate around your
mouth.”
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one that sighed. “Don’t just sit there, Pot-
ter, help me.”
“With-”
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“But you’re a Weasley,” Draco said, seem-
ing surprised. “I didn’t think you’d have
even heard of them.” Ron’s ears turned
pink again, and he opened his mouth –
Harry was reasonably sure an explosion
of some sort was coming, and didn’t blame
Ron – but then Draco spoke again; he’d
spied Scabbers, who was asleep on the
windowsill. “Is that your rat?” he asked,
his expression brightening.
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Ron blinked. “I like rats,” Draco said. Har-
ry stared at him.
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Chapter 7:
The Professor’s intervention
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“You’re joking,” Harry said. “I’ve got my
dad’s old album of cards, and he didn’t ever
manage to find one of her.” Ron passed it
over, and Harry tucked the card into his
rucksack. He didn’t really collect – certain-
ly not to the level that James had – but
if he found one he knew the album was
missing, he’d add it.
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looked surprised, and a little wary – Har-
ry didn’t blame him in the slightest. Draco
held the card out impatiently. “Don’t wor-
ry, Weasley, it’s free,” he drawled. “I don’t
need the money and you don’t have it, so
I won’t charge you.” Ron looked mildly in-
sulted, but accepted the card.
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could have been because Ron was there),
but then, Harry wasn’t all that good at
reading Draco.
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“So this is where you’ve got to,” Hydrus
said, strolling into their compartment. He
looked at Draco, who said nothing (Dra-
co was suddenly even more interested in
Ron’s rat), and then at Draco’s trunk in
the corner. “A compartment with a blood
traitor-” Ron’s face flooded with colour,
but he didn’t say anything; he, like Harry,
must have noticed the two large boys that
had followed Hydrus in, like bodyguards.
“-and precious Potter.” Hydrus glanced at
Hermione and curled his lip. “Well, shows
what you know, Draco.”
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said nothing. “Mud-”
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their compartment by pure chance, but
all Harry knew was, that, as he raised his
wand to jinx Hydrus for the name he’d
been about to call Hermione, his hand
cramped.
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“What was that for?” Harry demanded.
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his hand, and Remus felt a stab of guilt
for that, and then reminded himself it had
been for the best. While he was sure there
was a good reason for Harry raising his
wand, there were several better ones that
supported his intervention.
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“Think,” Remus sighed. “You’re not a ce-
lebrity at home, Harry, but you’re not at
home anymore. People are watching you-”
People were watching all of them, these
days – Sirius and Remus for years, but
Harry’d been sheltered until now. “-and if
you go around hexing people – and Lucius
Malfoy’s son, of all people, then word will
get around.” Harry said nothing. “It won’t
look good for you, and it won’t look good
for Sirius, as an Auror, to have you throw-
ing spells around at every opportunity you
get. You’re not even off the train, for-”
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“Little git had it coming; you didn’t hear
what he said, Moony! He called Lily the
M-word, like it was nothing!”
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Harry’s response, though, was different
to his father’s; he didn’t say anything at
all, but Remus caught his scent, and he
smelled betrayed. Guilt squirmed in Remus
chest, and Remus almost apologised, and
then shook his head. He was Harry’s ‘god-
mother’ but he was also his teacher, and
that needed to come first, at least for the
next few days until the scrutiny (of the
re-emerging Harry Potter, and of Remus
the teacher-werewolf) died down. Hydrus
Malfoy was, Remus had no doubt, a little
wart, but he couldn’t just turn a blind eye
to kids hexing each other, particularly not
when Harry knew some that could actual-
ly cause damage... he’d made that mistake
during his own school years.
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ever seen together, sat.
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The rest of the train ride passed without
fanfare. Draco had – after being horrified
to learn that Scabbers didn’t have a cage,
and instead travelled around in Ron’s
pocket even on long journeys – sent his
owl home to ask his parents to send his
old rat cage, and then relinquished his the
rat to Ron. Ron had been surprised by the
kind gesture, and spent the majority of the
time after that watching Draco carefully,
as if reforming his opinions of him.
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Draco’s questions – perhaps realising that
nothing he said in comparison could sound
silly - Ron started to ask her things too,
though his questions were more specific.
Ron wanted to know how muggles cooked
and cleaned, and how they played Quid-
ditch if they didn’t have broomsticks.
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listening to Padfoot: don’t get caught.
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Outside, people were moving in the cor-
ridors, and excited babble was drifting
through the door.
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them, and then started to look around for
Moony.
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had much to say, except Hydrus, who,
somewhere behind them, was wondering
loudly if Hagrid was kidnapping them all
to eat them. Draco sniggered at that, and
then saw Harry’s frown and fell silent.
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fleet of boats resting by the shore. He, Ron
and Draco climbed into a boat and were
joined by a girl Harry didn’t know. Her-
mione and Neville climbed into the boat
next to theirs with the girl Bones had been
with, and another boy. “Everyone in?” Ha-
grid shouted. “Forward!”
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“Do you want your head knocked off?”
Draco hissed, as their boat stopped with a
bump of wood against wood, and Ron and
the girl clambered out.
“Everyone here?”
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stood there, surveying the first years. Her
sharp eyes landed on Harry several times,
but her expression never changed. He
nodded at her; he’d met her once, briefly,
during Padfoot’s trial.
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Harry glanced toward the doorway on the
right that she had directed Neville’s at-
tention to and could hear the buzz of hun-
dreds of voices. Professor McGonagall led
them right past it and into a side-cham-
ber. For the first time since the platform,
Harry found himself feeling nervous... not
for any real reason, he just supposed he
was getting caught up in it with everyone
else. He shared a look with a grim Ron,
and Draco hadn’t said anything, but he
was still staying quite close.
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important ceremony here because, while
you are here, your House will be like your
family within Hogwarts. You will have
classes with the rest of your House, sleep
in your House dormitory, and spend free
time in your House Common Room. The
four Houses are called Gryffindor, Huf-
flepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each
House has its own noble history and each
has produced outstanding witches and
wizards.
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yourselves up as much as you can while
you are waiting.” Her beady eyes lingered
on Neville’s cloak which was fastened un-
der his left ear, and on Harry and Ron’s
faces; Harry remembered too late that
they probably had ash all over them. He
scrubbed his face with his sleeve, and
McGonagall’s thin lips twitched. “I shall
return when we are ready for you. Until
then, please wait quietly.” With a swish of
emerald robes, she was gone.
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said, “Some sort of test, I think. Fred said
it hurts a lot but I think he was joking.”
Harry nodded, mentally running through
the spells he’d learnt and might need. He
couldn’t see her, but he could hear Her-
mione doing the same. He was just try-
ing to remember the incantation for a ba-
sic shield charm when several students
screamed.
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Nobody answered.
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“Thanks?” he said after a moment. “Good
luck to you, too.”
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was a tiny little man next to McGonagall’s
empty seat, and a witch with enormous
glasses and flyaway hair right down the
end on the left, who was staring intently
into the bottom of her goblet.
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eye - and looked up in time to see a stitch
near the brim open. The hat began to sing:
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And not afraid of toil.
Or yet, in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you’ve a ready mind.
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind.
Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You’ll make your real friends.
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don’t be afraid!
And don’t get in a flap!
You’re in safe hands (though I have none),
For I’m a Thinking Cap!”
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Harry nodded, but wondered how safe it
was; he was a Secret Keeper, after all – not
that they were hiding anymore - and he
knew an awful lot about things like Hor-
cruxes, and about Padfoot’s Auror cases,
and all sorts of other things that he didn’t
really think a hat needed to know. Har-
ry’s wondering was cut short by Professor
McGonagall who was holding a long roll of
parchment.
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ry’s right – all with yellow and black ties
- cheered as Hannah sat down.
“Boot, Terry!”
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moment later a girl with curly brown hair
named Lavender Brown went to join the
Gryffindor table, which exploded into ap-
plause. Millicent Bullstrode, a tall, thick-
ly set girl with a square jaw was the first
Slytherin of the evening.
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too.
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ry thought he could hear Draco talking to
it.
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changed the way he thought and the way
he acted... Draco, untouched, and left to
grow up the same way Hydrus had, would
be a lot like Hydrus, although, Severus
suspected, he would be an little kinder;
Draco had always had that tendency.
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And, with those three, he would have a
choice, and therefore freedom that few
people had; when the time came, he could
serve the Dark Lord from Gryffindor,
the way Pettigrew had. Or, perhaps, like
Severus, he would change sides and play
double agent. If Potter was anything like
his mother – and Severus, very grudging-
ly, had to admit there were some similari-
ties – then friendship with him would not
be an easy thing to turn away from... or
at least it wouldn’t be, if Draco could keep
himself from making Severus’ mistakes.
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next word. They had a tentative friend-
ship already, but if Draco didn’t make it
into Gryffindor, he’d never make it – prop-
erly – into Potter’s circle of friends, never
have the chance to offer himself as a spy,
or have the reasons to turn on the Dark
Lord. He would have no choice but to fol-
low in his father’s footsteps, and kneel at
the Dark Lord’s feet, and he would have a
life of servitude whether he wanted it or
not.
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preciated.
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Chapter 8:
Sorting things out
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“And the spell you used?”
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I-look stare.
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because of the potential link to the Grin-
gotts case and the first attack on Remus,
but they had nothing, and Morton knew
it. Sirius could, if he pulled a few strings,
get Morton questioned under Veritas-
erum, but it wasn’t worth it. There was
something off about the man, and he was
a prejudiced git, but neither of those were
things that they could condemn him for.
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door held open for him.
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tector. “This one went off a few times.”
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ings, but Sirius had managed to learn
that Hemsley wasn’t particularly comfort-
able around humanoid magical creatures,
except goblins. He didn’t want them all
killed or anything, but he wouldn’t go out
of his way to help them either.
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stopped by his cubicle to collect a few case
files to look over that night.
“Sirius!”
“Yeah-”
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ner?”
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anymore, he told himself. But he was cu-
rious, now.
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help out.”
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could feel the shock radiating off the Sly-
therin and Gryffindor tables. Draco tugged
the hat off his head, looking horrified.
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brother’s offered handshake. Harry tried
to catch his eye, but Draco wasn’t looking
at anyone or thing.
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Harry took a deep breath; there weren’t
many people left now. Lily Moon was sent
to Hufflepuff, Christopher Morton – the
son of the man that had tried to hex Moo-
ny on the platform – went to Slytherin and
so did Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkin-
son. Padma Patil was sorted into Raven-
claw and her twin sister Parvati was sort-
ed into Gryffindor. Sally-Anne Perks was
sorted into Ravenclaw and then, finally,
“Potter, Harry!”
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“The Harry Potter?”
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None taken, Harry said quickly; he knew
that.
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of a House you’re not particularly keen on.
Or stupid.” Harry didn’t reply. “Brave and
stupid,” the Hat said, “and no real ambi-
tions to do anything with your fame. Bet-
ter be... GRYFFINDOR!”
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“Thanks,” Harry said awkwardly. He
wanted to offer the same, but doubted it
would be well received. As Price, Leanne
was called, Draco went back to staring
at his hands. Hermione beamed at Har-
ry from across the table, and Neville of-
fered him a timid smile too. A ghost in a
ruff patted his arm, startling Harry – it
felt like someone had just pressed a block
of ice against his arm - but he mustered a
smile and shook his head; the ghost had
started to apologise.
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Harry did a double-take. In the wake of
Draco’s Sorting, and the nerves leading
up to his own, Harry had completely for-
gotten about Blaise.
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and Percy clapped loudly as Ron passed
the hat back and joined Harry. Draco
groaned and buried his head in his hands.
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was beaming around at them all, his arms
open in welcome.
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“Roll?” Harry asked, offering Draco the
bread basket. He shook his head, and con-
tinued to stare at the table. “Potatoes?
Steak?”
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head fell off his neck and rested on his
shoulder.
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and Dean all looked over at the Slytherin
table, where a ghost in chains and blood-
stains was sitting beside Hydrus. Hydrus,
Harry was happy to notice, did not seem
impressed with the seating arrangements.
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“You could get your brother to ask,” Sea-
mus said, prodding Draco, who flinched.
He looked up slowly, his face changing
from uncomfortable to blank in less than
a second.
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offer any sort of insult back.
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Seamus said something funny about his
that Harry missed, and then Ron asked
Neville about his.
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castically.
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“So does Padfoot,” Harry muttered to Ron,
who choked. Lavender grinned at him,
and Ron smiled back uncertainly. Harry,
though, was watching Neville again; he’d
gone back to eating, but there was a tight-
ness around his shoulders that hadn’t
been there before.
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will also advise you keep your distance
from the Whomping Willow.” Harry could
have sworn that Dumbledore looked at
the Weasley twins again, and then at the
entirety of the Gryffindor table. “Those of
you that had Professor Gudgeon last year
will know that it is not to be trifled with.”
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and anyone interested in playing for their
House team should contact their Head of
House, their Quidditch Captain, or Mad-
am Hooch.” Madam Hooch, a witch with
spiky grey hair, lifted a hand and waved
from the staff table. “I’d also like to intro-
duce Professor Lupin, who will be taking
over for Professor Gudgeon as our Defence
Against the Dark Arts teacher.” Moony
stood and waved, and the majority of the
students clapped politely – Harry, Hermi-
one and Ron clapped the loudest – while
some didn’t clap at all. Moony sat again.
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dore to give them a reason, but none came.
Percy seemed to be thinking along the
same lines; Hermione asked him some-
thing, looking horrified, and Percy replied,
“He’s serious, I think, but I can’t imagine
why this is the first time I’ve heard about
it... we Prefects really ought to know about
these things.”
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Teach us something please,
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Some people, who’d picked very lively
tunes, finished early. The rest – Harry in-
cluded – finished somewhere in the mid-
dle, shortly before Draco, who was singing
in a very low, very depressed sort of way.
Last to finish, though, were the Weasley
twins, who were standing on their bench-
es, with their arm over the other’s shoul-
der, singing along to a slow funeral march.
Dumbledore conducted the last few lines
of song with his wand, and when they fin-
ished and started bowing and applauding
each other, Dumbledore was one of those
that clapped the loudest.
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out amongst the older students, whisper-
ing something to each of them.
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the first years, and ushered those closest
to her - Hermione, Lavender, Dean, Nev-
ille and Parvati out of harm’s way. Draco
made a quiet snarling noise – obviously he
was not in the mood – and held Scabbers
closer, so the rat wouldn’t be hurt, and
then he stomped after Annette.
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“Padfoot sends his regards,” Harry said.
Peeves frowned for a moment, and then
his eyes glinted. “And Moony’s a teacher
this year.”
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fair idea of what Percy thought of that.
“This way.”
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Harry found himself in a cosy room full
of squashy red armchairs, some of which
were already occupied by students who
fell silent and turned to watch them walk
in. Harry suddenly wished he’d waited to
help Neville so that he hadn’t been at the
front of the group of first years.
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whispered. Harry nodded. She waved and
followed Annette and the other two up the
stairs.
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got the bed next to Harry’s but eventually
Ron won and flopped down.
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“Hi, Padfoot,” Harry said. “How was work?”
Padfoot shrugged.
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question. “The train was good. I sat with
Ron, mostly, but Draco and Hermione
were with us for a bit, and a boy named
Neville.”
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changed the subject.
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ered across his face. “That said, just be-
cause there’s another option, doesn’t mean
it’s the best one; I hexed a tonne of people
when I was at school, and so did James,
and so did Moony, and I don’t regret as
many as I probably should, because I be-
lieved, and still do, that they deserved it...
I also spent half of my time at school in
detention, or being yelled at by teachers.”
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ny, but I don’t regret that for a second.
And same goes for escaping Azkaban and
taking you.”
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he was already going over what Padfoot
had said. “I still would have jinxed Malfoy
today, if Moony hadn’t intervened.”
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lot of time fighting for what he believed in
– the Order, and later, his freedom – and
so obviously he wanted Harry to find and
fight for Harry’s own values.
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that’s what growing up is. I just want you
to think about things, so that when you do
slip up, you don’t almost kill someone, like
I did.” A shadow passed over Padfoot’s face,
but it was superficial; he still regretted it,
obviously, but he’d long ago learned from
it, and moved on. “You can take comfort
from that, actually; no matter how badly
you mess up, you can just about guaran-
tee that I’ve messed up worse.”
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over the parental-imitation he did today.”
Harry chuckled.
“I will.”
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“Let me finish!” Harry laughed. “I didn’t
say anything, and the Hat told me that
was either brave or stupid...” Padfoot
chuckled.
“Er...”
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“Uh oh-”
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“Good, and let me know.” Padfoot checked
his Sidekick. “I’m helping with training
at four,” he sighed, “and you’ll have les-
sons tomorrow, I imagine.” Harry nodded.
“Bedtime?”
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ly at the wall. Harry sought out his tooth-
brush, brushed his teeth in the bathroom,
and then crawled into bed.
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beside it. He brushed his thumb over it,
smiling, as it sank in that James Potter,
his father, had sat on this very bed, had
lived and breathed in this same room...
Harry wiped his damp eyes on his sleeve
before anyone could notice. “I know you
know,” Neville said after a pause that was
filled by the other boys’ snoring. He hadn’t
looked up.
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properly. He wasn’t sure whether it was
appropriate to apologise, or whether he
should wait for Neville to speak again in-
stead. Thankfully, Neville beat him to it.
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“Thanks,” Neville said, looking relieved.
“I’m sorry for being... well, I’m not really a
very talkative person, but I was even worse
today, because I thought you might recog-
nise me and say something. Sorry.” Harry
shrugged. Neville sighed and tucked him-
self into his bedding. The dormitory was
silent for nearly ten minutes, and Harry
was just starting to slip into sleep, when
Neville spoke again. “I wish they weren’t
missing this; my Sorting, and my first
night here... I think they’d be happy for
me, if they knew.”
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snuggled down into his bedding.
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Chapter 9:
A proper welcome
Narcissa,
We did it.
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ty in the house, without the boys around.
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for what she’d done. “Firstly, he got up
and moved compartment about halfway
through the ride. And guess where he
sat: with Potter, and Weasley, and some
mudblood girl.” Lucius just looked puzzled
now, and Narcissa’s heart clenched again
– he didn’t know what was coming any-
more than Draco or Hydrus had. “I went
to go and get him, but halfbreed Lupin
interfered. And that’s not even the worst
part. I-” Lucius paused, his face draining
of colour.
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“What?” she asked.
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Lucius’ hand trembled as he set the letter
down by his teacup, and also when he ges-
tured for Narcissa to come over. She got
to her feet and went to Lucius, who pulled
her down into his lap and kissed her cheek.
“For-”
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son to be a bloodtraitor, a Gryffindor... And
I- my actions have brought us to this same
outcome; I’ve ruined him, without even in-
tending to.”
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“It’s not your fault,” Narcissa said, and
was reminded of her conversation with
Draco in his bedroom, at a function a few
days after Sirius’ trial.
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Harry blinked himself awake to the sound
of general morning bustle; Seamus was
trying to talk to Neville and brush his
teeth at the same time, Ron couldn’t find
a pair of matching socks and Dean was
struggling to tie his tie. Harry rolled out of
bed - rather ungracefully, but no one was
looking - and staggered over to his trunk.
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not a sleeping boy.
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him, opened his mouth, closed it, and then
got out of bed and disappeared into the
bathroom. Harry heard the shower start,
and sat down on his bed to wait, wonder-
ing which of Draco’s many personalities
he’d be dealing with that morning. He
also wondered whether he’d have Defence
Against the Dark Arts that day; Moony
had hidden his lesson plans away, so Har-
ry had no idea what he had in mind, and
was eager to find out.
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look.”
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Draco though, took one look at him, curled
his lip and drawled, “Good morning,” loud
enough for everyone to hear. The rest of
the school looked rather surprised, but
Harry saw Snape smirk into his breakfast.
“Flattering as this is,” Draco said, “hav-
en’t you got anything better to do?” With
that, Draco grabbed Harry and hauled
him over to the Gryffindor table, where
Ron and Hermione shuffled over to make
space for them. Harry sat at once, eager to
blend in, but Draco remained standing for
a few moments; he was giving the Slyther-
in table a longing look.
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“Hungry?” Hermione – who had pancakes
in front of her – asked.
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that. Hedwig had two letters tied to her
thin leg, but only let Harry take one. The
writing was vaguely familiar, and when
Harry opened it, he was touched to see
that it was from Tonks. Hedwig took the
second letter up to the staff table, to Moo-
ny.
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I’ll see you soon, I’m sure!
Love,
Tonks.
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Professor McGonagall came by with their
timetables.
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all heard, I’m your Defence Against the
Dark Arts teacher for the year.” A boy in
Gryffindor robes – Figures, Remus thought
to himself – flung his hand up. “Yes? Uh,
Mr-?”
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tered to the other, glancing at a trio of Sly-
therin boys. Remus’ lips twitched.
“Bloody hell.”
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He stepped over to a large trunk that
Snape had – very reluctantly – helped him
move out of the dungeons the night before.
“We’re going to be doing a bit of work with
Boggarts today.”
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finally escaped to lunch.
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without looking at the Gryffindors.
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“I don’t know what happened,” Draco said
miserably. “I should be in Slytherin, with
all of you-”
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right up until curfew, to limit the time you
have to spend upstairs. There’s not a lot
to be done about lessons, or sleeping ar-
rangements, but the rest can be helped.”
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“Deal,” he said, holding out his hand. Hy-
drus looked relieved, and shook it.
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Draco didn’t know.
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ognised; the Mortons weren’t initially
from wizarding stock – too many mug-
gles and muggleborns popping up on their
family tree, Father always said – but had
kept their line ‘pure’ for a few generations
and were constantly striving to get into
the pureblood circle, but Father and a few
others had turned them down enough that
they hadn’t bothered in the last few years.
“Sorry to hear about your Sorting.”
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looking appalled. Draco wondered what
Weasley had said.
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Blaise gave her a cold look.
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– if it was possible – harder at the trio on
the other table.
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“Yeah, that’s what most of us think,” Hy-
drus said, smirking. Everyone else snig-
gered and carried on, but Draco was silent,
and so, interestingly, was Blaise.
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and items.
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offered the chance to stay on and learn to
properly write with a quill – muggleborns
had very little experience with that, as
Harry knew all too well from his pre-Pad-
foot life – and so Hermione and quite a
few others stayed behind to get some ex-
tra help.
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“Wish I had her memory,” Neville said
sadly; he’d been ten minutes late to the
first year meeting and Snape told him off
– quite nastily - for it. Ron patted him on
the shoulder.
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into her homework. She didn’t stir until
dinner, and would probably have studied
all the way through that, had Harry not
poked her until he got a response.
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It’s not my business, Harry told him-
self, and smiled when Draco caught him
looking. Draco started to smile, and then
checked the movement and looked away
with a sneer. Harry frowned and turned
back to his dinner.
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like the timetable’s still the same as it was
when we were young and innocent, like
yourselves.” Ron snorted – probably, Har-
ry thought – at the ‘young and innocent’
bit. Hermione just glanced at them, seem-
ing amused. Then, she caught Harry’s eye
and nodded down the table; George was
now trying to slip some sort of insect into
one of the girls’ gravy without her notic-
ing.
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“Yeah, Remus- I mean, Professor Lupin. I
call him-”
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“What?” Ron asked.
“Who?”
- 387 -
Fred and George returned during dessert,
looking livelier than Harry had even seen.
Ron had joined Percy in looking scared, but
that quickly turned to irritation when he
was shoved out of the way so that George
could sit down beside Harry. Fred sat on
Harry’s right. Both were entirely focused
on him, and it – unsurprisingly – discon-
certed Harry.
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fore we take action to make you move.”
“Harry-”
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“-we’re going to play a game.” Fred’s eyes
were gleaming in a rather maniacal way.
Harry could well believe he’d been squeal-
ing in the Entrance Hall, though Merlin
only knew why.
“The Marauders.”
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ploding, all at once. “Come on, Harry; the
Marauders.”
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“Wha-”
- 392 -
tear-streaked faces and all – beneath the
banner. Confused murmurs raced around
the student tables, but the staff table
seemed to know what was happening.
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Chapter 10:
Slytherin and Gryffindor
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lack of success; how in Merlin’s name was
he supposed to turn himself into a wolf, if
he couldn’t even manage a match? He lis-
tened carefully as McGonagall tried to ex-
plain the theory behind the matches, and
what their homework would be, and he
even slipped his match into his pocket so
that he’d be able to practice with it later.
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Harry tried to go over to talk to Blaise and
Draco several times during the lesson, but
was stopped by the rest of the Slytherins.
Hydrus, the third time, thought it would
be funny to use the Finger-Twitch jinx on
him, and once Harry had recollected his
wand, he used a full body bind in return
and was rather pleased when Hydrus fell
to the ground with a thud. He blinked an-
grily at Moony.
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after only a few minutes, for calling Nev-
ille a bloodtraitor. That seemed to delight
the Slytherins to no end, and that in turn,
made Harry suspect Draco’d been told to
do it. Ron didn’t appear to have made that
distinction though.
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“That’s enough, I think,” he said quietly,
but firmly. He did not look impressed. No
one lost points – Moony had been distract-
ed with other students and so couldn’t tell
who’d said what and when – but he dis-
missed them all early; he let the Slyther-
ins (and Draco) leave five minutes before
the Gryffindors – probably to avoid any
casualties in the corridors – and then let
the Gryffindors go. Harry stayed behind.
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“About the train-”
- 399 -
“Even if you weren’t supposed to have done
it,” Moony added.
- 400 -
Gryffindor, can’t he? I mean, he is one; if
he belonged in Slytheirn, the Hat would
have put him there.”
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She nodded distractedly from behind her
book on Occlumency; Merlin knew she
had some secrets these days. Lucius left
to write back to Hydrus, and Narcissa
sighed.
- 402 -
Draco had taken the offer, which would, in
the long term, work just as well.
- 403 -
pushed him away faster. The same, she
was sure, would work with Draco.
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in tow, Hermione was in tears, and at the
mercy of the Slytherins, and Blaise, par-
ticularly, seemed determined to upset her
as much as possible. Only Draco, Nott and
Davis looked uncomfortable. Before Har-
ry or Ron could step up and defend her,
Snape arrived.
“The mud-”
- 405 -
patiently. For the first time it occurred to
Harry that whatever fondness Snape had
had for Draco might have gone after his
Sorting; Snape had never made it a secret
that he hated Gryffindors.
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Snape then turned back to Draco. “So
she provoked you, and you handled it
as a group?” Snape asked, fixing Draco
with a look that made him wilt. He nod-
ded, though. Harry thought Snape looked
disappointed for a moment, but his usu-
al scowl was back a moment later. “Very
well. Miss-”
- 407 -
started off with the class list. He hesitated
when he got to Harry’s name, and for a mo-
ment, Harry thought he was about to say
something, but in the end, he just drawled,
“Harry Potter.” Harry couldn’t shake the
feeling that he’d just been spared some-
thing very unpleasant.
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Harry smiled, before he could stop him-
self.
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“Well, it seems you’re not entirely useless,”
Snape said, making the Slytherins laugh
appreciatively. Harry didn’t really care.
Compared to the way Snape had treated
him when they first met three years ago,
Snape was being downright friendly. Her-
mione, next to Harry, put her hand down,
looking a bit disappointed that she hadn’t
been allowed to answer.
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complicated potions – his Form-Revealer,
for one - and had experience with Snape
– though, admittedly not in a teaching en-
vironment. Their partners though, Dean
and Ron, were criticised for not helping
enough, and told to pay attention because
Snape would pair them together next les-
son.
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cauldron. Ron passed him the next ingre-
dient, and then ducked his head; Snape
was heading back their way.
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mained standing.
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“You know what else is disappointing?” he
said. “This!” He tugged on his tie. “This
isn’t how it’s supposed to be! I’m supposed
to be in Slytherin with everyone else, but
I’m stuck in stupid Gryffindor!” Draco
wiped his cheeks, angry. “It’s not fair!”
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said. “These things-”
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“I’ll write to her,” he said tentatively. “To-
night.”
- 416 -
Just before he stepped into the Great Hall,
for lunch, he pulled off his tie and tucked
it into his pocket.
- 417 -
not talking... they just sort of watch me,
and seem completely content with that...
It’s- I offered them tea yesterday, and they
panicked and ran off. I’ve got no idea what
to make of the whole thing.”
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figurations.
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won,” she added, looking a bit put out. “All
seven times.”
- 420 -
in Defence. And, judging by the way that
Hermione’s eyebrows drew together, she
didn’t care much for him at the moment
either.
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Moony seemed disappointed, but Harry
figured it was an opportunity to hit two
Bludgers with one bat; he’d defended Her-
mione, and he’d also earned himself sev-
eral hours with Blaise. His hopes for hav-
ing a civil chat with him diminished but
didn’t disappear, when Blaise shoved him
into the doorframe on the way out of the
classroom.
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Professor Sprout, and Neville, of all peo-
ple, proved himself a very capable student.
Once, he even beat Hermione in answer-
ing a question. Harry’s plant experience
was limited to weeding and watering – the
things he’d done for the Dursleys – so he
partnered with Ron, figuring that at least
they could have no idea together.
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fence with Moony, and, until Christmas,
they now had flying lessons in the after-
noons (though that was, regrettably, with
the Slytherins).
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punishment, and Snape hates us already,
so we’ve got nothing to lose.”
- 425 -
ry still remembered Wormtail’s shrill,
babbling confession at Padfoot’s trial,
and knew all too well that Wormtail was
doomed to spend the rest of his life in the
cold company of his deepest fears.
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twenty minutes, and only ten the time af-
ter that.
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“I’ll remember to practice,” Neville said, as
they made their way to lunch. “Look what
Gran sent me.” He pulled a glass ball out
of his pocket and lifted it up to show Har-
ry. “It’s a Rememberall; it’ll fill with smoke
when I’ve forgotten something.”
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have to prove I won’t lose this one before
she’ll let me have a real one.”
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“There,” Harry said; he’d spied a rather
unusual addition at the very end of the
bench. Ron frowned, but followed him
over with Hermione. Neville bade them
goodbye to sit with some of his Hufflepuff
friends.
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the four of them drinks, and wasn’t the
only one that seemed startled when Draco
thanked her for it. Harry saw her expres-
sion soften a tiny bit and then she asked
rather briskly, “If you don’t like us, why
are you sitting here?”
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quality brooms, so they wouldn’t know the
difference.”
- 432 -
“It’s nothing,” he said. Hermione, never
content not to know something, folded her
arms, and frowned at Draco, who didn’t
seem to care at all.
- 433 -
and was surprised when he earned a smile
back. “I like McGonagall. She’s tough, and
she’s terrifying, but at least she’s fair.”
“-without magic.”
- 434 -
in, more than one? Who-”
- 435 -
fending item and flushed.
- 436 -
them?” Harry persisted, directing his at-
tention back to the twins; it was impossi-
ble, because while Moony was here, Pad-
foot was back home in London, Peter was
in Azkaban, and James was dead.
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Can’t hurt to ask them about it, though,
Harry thought. He glanced up, just miss-
ing the punchline of whatever joke George
had told the other three. Hermione looked
scandalized, but rather pleased at the same
time, and Ron and Draco were laughing.
- 438 -
seat, looking far more guilty than Har-
ry had expected him too. Draco’s eyes
flicked over to the Slytherin table, and
he twitched. Harry didn’t blame him; the
entirety of first year Slytherin, and a few
students from the older years were star-
ing in his direction.
- 439 -
his bag while Weasley One was still con-
fessing to the frog spawn. The others were
laughing – even Granger, who Draco’d no-
ticed didn’t usually laugh about pranks
– and Draco was tempted to laugh too;
had it happened a month ago, he probably
would have. But Hydrus had been... well,
not nice but certainly accepting... of Draco
anyway... mostly.
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“What were you doing?” Hydrus asked,
looking horrified.
- 441 -
as they come.”
- 442 -
and stayed silent whenever one of the oth-
ers insulted his House or his Housemates,
and tried not to spend too much time look-
ing over at Potter, Granger and the Wea-
sleys, who were still talking and laughing
over on the Gryffindor table.
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Chapter 11:
Helpless, hindered, hero
- 444 -
then a third time. He glanced through the
closest window; light was on in the kitch-
en, but he couldn’t see anyone. Irritation
crawled up his neck.
“Help!”
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his chair, face ashen, breathing heavily,
as if he’d just been running, or to a par-
ticularly vigorous Quidditch training. He
also appeared to have lost several pounds
in the past two weeks.
“Bl-”
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“Don’t talk: listen. I’m at Morton’s; big,
stone house between Lockswood cemetery
and River Avon, in Bath. Morton’s- not
well.” Sirius glanced up at the list of diag-
nostics that had written itself in the air be-
side him. “He’s bleeding internally at the
base of his brain; lower skull-higher neck
region-” Morton started to flail and choke
in Sirius’ arms. “I need you and Hemsley
here now,” Sirius said urgently, “and bring
a Healer.” There was no way that he could
use any sort of transport with Morton in
this state; it’d probably kill him.
- 447 -
tricky for experienced Healers, and Sirius’
healing abilities were limited to broken
bones, torn muscles, and cuts and bites.
The closest thing to this that he’d ever
dealt with was a torn throat, but he’d been
able to see what he was doing there, and
had had Dittany to help.
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Sirius tossed his Sidekick to the ground.
- 449 -
“Rennervate,” Sirius said, several times.
Nothing happened. He cast two spells
in quick succession; one to keep Morton
breathing, and one to keep his heart beat-
ing, and then sat there beside him, help-
less, waiting, until Hemsley swept in with
Brown and Healer Leatherby. Leatherby
came straight to Morton, his wand already
dancing through the air. Sirius got to his
feet and out of the way.
“Is he-”
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and then lowered a hand and put his fin-
gers to Morton’s neck.
- 451 -
he was worth investigating-”
“He’s not-”
- 452 -
“You think I killed him?!” Sirius snarled.
- 453 -
saying, is watch out.”
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all.
- 455 -
Sirius left the house just after midnight,
and went straight into the office, intend-
ing to find Scrimgeour and tell him what
had happened; it was usually best to get
these sorts of things out of the way as soon
as possible, and the older man would be
around, because he was taking a session
with the trainees that ended at midnight,
and meeting with Moody, Robards and
Dawlish – the three most senior Aurors –
until one, like he always did on Thursday
nights.
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when he got home, or Kreacher would. His
jeans, thankfully, were fine.
- 457 -
“You could say that,” Sirius sighed. “A
man’s dead and he said it was my fault...
that I didn’t see... whatever that means.”
- 458 -
don’t know. And Hemsley’s right – if the
wrong people hear about this, then I’ll be
up for investigation, and off work until I’m
cleared, and without Harry and Moony
around, I won’t have anything to do.” Mar-
lene was silent, and Sirius glanced down
at her. She dragged her eyes away from
his collarbone and met his gaze. “This is
where you say something comforting.”
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“It’s seems strange there,” she said, trac-
ing it once more before letting her arm
drop back to her side. A significant amount
of Sirius’ stress dropped away, and he
watched Marlene with interest. “Unfamil-
iar.”
- 460 -
was willing to take this. She didn’t back
away, though, and his hand met robes,
and then she tilted her head up, ever so
slightly, eyes still locked on his. It was an
all too familiar gesture, and Sirius’ stom-
ach lurched in a rather pleasant way. He
bent his head-
- 461 -
“What the bloody hell was that?” Dora
asked.
- 462 -
Sirius decided he was going to punch
Remus the next time he saw him.
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“-he’d have fallen on me.” The Slytherins
looked thoughtful, but a few smirked, and
Draco relaxed.
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to do before – but he thought helping him
was a good way to start.
- 465 -
wasn’t the best at everything.
- 466 -
(to practice turning and ascending at the
same time) and there were also a series of
hoops for the more advanced fliers to use,
which would combine several skills.
- 467 -
up.
- 468 -
flew past Weasley, shoving him as he
went. Weasley, though, was bigger than
Hydrus, who wobbled a bit and then man-
aged to stay on his broom. Draco watched
him rejoin Vincent and Gregory.
- 469 -
and Weasley flew off to the sides; Long-
bottom had just scattered them and kept
going up. Potter shouted something at
Longbottom, but Draco didn’t hear it, or
Longbottom’s response. Potter flew up
after him, still talking, but unable to get
too close, because the broom was spinning
and Longbottom was flailing. The Slyther-
ins were laughing, but Draco didn’t think
it was funny at all; there were Cushioning
Charms, certainly, but they’d only do so
much. Longbottom could be seriously hurt.
- 470 -
broom gave a particularly violent jolt, and
then Longbottom was off, falling toward
the ground. Potter urged his broom into
the tightest dive Draco thought he’d ever
seen outside of professional Quidditch.
- 471 -
“Ventus,” Draco heard Potter say, and for
a moment, Longbottom went up. Potter
was level with him now – he’d moved to
the side – and his hand clamped onto the
back of Longbottom’s robes. Potter’s spell
wore off, and Longbottom plummeted a
few more feet, dragging Potter with him.
Potter’s wand fell onto the grass and his
face scrunched up they jerked to a stop,
level, once again, with the second storey
windows of the castle.
- 472 -
dismissed. Mr Weasley, help me with these
two.”
- 473 -
grass, and then held it around for every-
one to see.
- 474 -
said, walking past him, and up toward the
castle.
- 475 -
her office.
- 476 -
school jumper and robes, and tucked his
mirror safely into his pocket. He checked
his watch, and smiled; it was dinnertime,
and just as well, because he was starving.
- 477 -
Hermione was sitting with Percy when
they arrived, and leaped to her feet.
- 478 -
“Man of the hour-”
- 479 -
Chapter 12:
Time to talk
- 480 -
bing another slab of meat from the pile at
the end of the bench.
Giovanna happened.
- 481 -
ping board. “I just grew up.”
- 482 -
at the bucket of cut meat, and then at the
door to Lupin’s office. “-during full moons?”
Blaise asked, to change the subject.
- 483 -
“Sad,” Potter said. “Tired. Or he was at the
end of last term, anyway.” Blaise couldn’t
honestly say he expected any differently;
he was writing to Dad almost daily now,
which helped, but it still wasn’t the same.
- 484 -
curious as ever, and Blaise felt like he was
being too friendly, and giving information
up too quickly. Zabini can’t like Evans or
Potter. Blaise threw a small pile of meat
into the bucket. Potter did the same. “I
don’t suppose there’s much point asking if
you’re happy in Gryffindor; from what I’ve
heard, no one but Weasley and mudbloods
like Granger could be happy there.” Potter
finished slicing his last chunk of meat and
set down his knife.
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drawled.
- 486 -
“You’re going to talk to me about change,
Evans?” Potter dried his hands, and waved
into Lupin’s office.
- 487 -
him, thinking this was probably one of the
most horrible things he’d ever had to do.
- 488 -
“But he wasn’t d-dead.”
“Who?”
- 489 -
at the Ministry, then he’d flown to Hog-
warts, and, grieving or not, was not about
to sit there and listen to anyone that was
saying he hadn’t tried hard enough. “And
I’m also going to do everything I can to
find out what happened and who was re-
sponsible.”
- 490 -
“What gave you that idea?” Morton asked
sarcastically.
- 491 -
lines some of your options. The second one
is a set of questions, from the Aurors, to
see if you know anything that could help
us find the person or people responsible.
We thought that you could write your an-
swers down and post them to us, instead of
having to be questioned... that that might
be easier for you. If it’s not, the third is
just an envelope, but it’s addressed to me,
and should you need to contact me for any-
thing - whether it’s to ask me any more
questions, or you’d like an update about
the case – this will let you do that.”
- 492 -
I’m so sorry, Christopher.” Sirius left the
office and stepped out into the dungeon
corridor where Snape was waiting impa-
tiently.
- 493 -
§
- 494 -
on Draco; it was something he’d not been
able to do, and had desperately wanted
since they arrived at Hogwarts.
- 495 -
“Harry?” Hermione said, staring at him.
She’d seen the bike on visits to Grimmauld,
so when she spotted it, her eyes widened.
“Oh! That’s not-”
- 496 -
ly. “Maybe he’s in the Hall already.” With
a last, curious look at Padfoot’s bike, he
and the others pushed the heavy doors
open and entered the Great Hall. Padfoot
was not seated at the head table – Moony
was, though, talking to Hagrid - or at the
Gryffindor one, or even waiting off to the
side. Harry was a little disappointed.
- 497 -
Draco sighed and moved past Harry to
follow his brother and the other Slyther-
ins. He didn’t look happy – irritated was
probably the best word for it – and Harry
also noticed, that, for the first time, Dra-
co didn’t remove his tie when he sat down
with the Slytherins.
- 498 -
Charms teacher straightened his hat and
shifted as close to Professor Sinistra as he
could manage.
“I said-”
- 499 -
and nodded at the Gryffindor table. “Fred
and George are present though, so we can
probably rule out a kidnapping.” Harry
laughed, but his frown didn’t go. “I’m sure
he’ll turn up,” Moony said, but he looked
concerned; he, like Harry, had probably
worked out that if Padfoot hadn’t come to
see the pair of them, that he was probably
here for work. And that, Harry doubted,
was a good thing.
- 500 -
with a small, sad smile. “He accepted my
offer to stay for breakfast.”
- 501 -
a glance at Dumbledore. Remus nodded.
- 502 -
Padfoot brightened when he saw Harry,
though, and ruffled his hair as he passed,
but didn’t say anything. Harry watched
him separate from Snape at the staff table;
Snape went right, while Padfoot went left,
to where Moony was. Flitwick and Sinis-
tra had left, and now McGonagall was in
Flitwick’s vacated seat, talking with Moo-
ny.
What in Merlin’s-
- 503 -
§
- 504 -
McGonagall’s lips twitched. “I saw that,”
Sirius told her, and she pursed them at
once.
- 505 -
sheepish.
- 506 -
grunted and helped himself to scrambled
eggs. Remus waited until Hagrid and Mc-
Gonagall were engaged in conversation to
ask, “So, what’s happened?”
- 507 -
“You shouldn’t be flying, then,” Remus
said.
- 508 -
“We never found it,” Sirius said, rather
sadly. “I didn’t even know the place existed
until Dumbledore took me there. I think I
remember where it was. I might head up
there now, actually.” He chugged a goblet
of pumpkin juice and got to his feet.
- 509 -
“Harry, yes,” Remus supplied.
- 510 -
over to the sink by Kreacher the house elf.
- 511 -
slumping and coming to sit down.
“I would’ve-”
- 512 -
“Is that all?” Marlene asked, holding his
gaze. Sirius stared at her, and then, with-
out meaning to, his eyes flicked downward,
to her lips.
- 513 -
Sirius was saying. “So-”
- 514 -
faced with her potential destruction, and
still managed to be entranced by it.
- 515 -
They were like that for a while, but Sirius
was the first to move. Not far; he kept a
hand on her hip, but his other hand moved
to her ear and he tucked her hair behind
it, and out of her face, and then his hand
moved to her chin. His eyes were warm –
warmer than any grey she’d ever known,
and warmer than any grey had a right to
be – and held hers as he tilted her chin up.
- 516 -
blame, attempted murder, and running
away and being found again, and fighting
side-by-side in a training exercise, and too
many shared lunch and coffee breaks to
count - after their last kiss, Sirius’ mouth
found hers.
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Chapter 13:
Lion-hearted
- 518 -
talking to Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle at the
same time, from next to Morton, and Daph-
ne was refilling her goblet with pumpkin
juice on Draco’s other side. They’d tear
Morton to pieces.
- 519 -
that he wouldn’t draw attention to either
of them, or their conversation – glanced
over. Zabini was frowning at the Gryffin-
dor table, and his calm mask was not as
well tended as it usually was; rather than
looking detached, Zabini looked angry,
and a bit confused.
- 520 -
sound of the owls arriving with the morn-
ing’s post.
- 521 -
“No one’s talking to me,” Draco said, and
hated how petty that sounded.
- 522 -
looked surprised, and then confused, and
then swiped his eyes and grabbed the let-
ter and parcel. His knuckles were white
around the envelope as he opened it, and
his hands were shaking. Draco forgot
what he was saying, and watched him in-
stead, curious. Morton let out a noise like
a sob, and cradled the letter and the small,
wrapped box to his chest.
- 523 -
it; the owl was flapping its wings around
helplessly, and Morton didn’t seem to
think there was anything funny either;
he was gaping at it, his expression blank
with shock.
- 524 -
teacher. He limped forward and lifted the
owl, deftly dodging its wings. He man-
aged to brace it against his side, and then
awkwardly passed it to Severus so that he
could use his only hand to draw his wand.
Other than the Prefect that was escort-
ing an irate Hydrus and the others out –
and somehow forgot Draco in the process
– it was silent. Dumbledore looked grim,
though.
- 525 -
onto the bench. Draco picked up his letter
and parcel, and gave them to him. Morton
didn’t say anything.
- 526 -
him, but both seemed neutral when they
did. Draco, from what he’d seen, thought
the man seemed odd, but harmless. He,
after all, could relate to being odd.
- 527 -
“and then Morton took the letter and parcel
from it, then it started to twitch and make
those awful noises, and then I called for
Severus- I mean, Professor Snape. No one
even touched it, really, it just happened.”
Dumbledore seemed lost in thought for a
moment – and looked rather worried all
the while – and then looked down at Dra-
co again.
- 528 -
even Professor Snape if you need to talk
to someone about what you’ve seen this
morning.”
- 529 -
Theodore and Tracey - were waiting by the
door that led to the dungeons, and waved
Draco over when they saw him. He looked
around for an escape, but no one else was
around, so he sighed and headed over.
- 530 -
“Words with her?” Draco scoffed. “She’s a
Prefect, who was following the teachers’
instructions-”
- 531 -
allowed in there; no one from any of the
other Houses had been in there for centu-
ries, apparently - Draco wasn’t sure how
true that was – and it had been made clear
that he was no exception.
- 532 -
Draco said, facing resolutely forward.
- 533 -
“Apology accepted,” Hydrus said serious-
ly. Draco rolled his eyes. “Now-”
- 534 -
patient with him, or Hydrus had; Daph-
ne was still just as quick to throw verbal
barbs in his direction. “-which has been
more than you’ve deserved lately, after
that business with Potter’s wand after fly-
ing. I think it’s time you were a little more
grateful.”
“I just do.”
- 535 -
“But why?” Draco said nothing. “All right,”
Hydrus drawled. “Why don’t we compro-
mise?”
“Why not?”
- 536 -
pink.
- 537 -
“Are you feeling quite well?” Two asked,
putting a smelly hand on his forehead.
Draco batted it away, revolted.
- 538 -
“What did you call us, before?”
- 539 -
The twins – whether they were reward-
ing him for his impressive observations,
or whether they were just genuinely talk-
ative – told him funny stories about life in
the Weasley home, and about their first
two years at Hogwarts as they headed up-
stairs. Draco had never laughed so much
in his life, and, by the time the three of
them clambered through the portrait hole,
he was pink in the face, and out of breath.
- 540 -
“What’ve you done now?” Prefect Wea-
sley demanded, staring at the twins. He
was sitting with a group of older students
– those from about fifth year up – on the
central cluster of couches in the common
room. Two of Prefect Weasley’s compan-
ions were discussing Sirius Black’s appear-
ance at breakfast the day before, two more
were discussing that morning’s breakfast
and Morton’s owl, and one of the seventh
year girls had a teary Lavender Brown
on her lap. Draco gave her a curious look,
but she didn’t see him. “Fred, George, I’m
warning-”
- 541 -
think. As the twins moved away to soothe
their ruffled brother, a voice called out to
Draco. He smiled when he saw who it was;
Potter, Weasley and Granger had found
themselves a comfortable corner in the
common room. It wasn’t over by the crack-
ling fire, but as he drew closer, Draco no-
ticed they were seated around their own
little fire; a blue one, that was flickering
prettily in a jar, giving them light to do
their homework in.
- 542 -
Brown smile at something, and wipe her
eyes. He glanced back at the three on the
floor in front of him.
- 543 -
school, and it was still his favourite sub-
ject.
- 544 -
“No, I just- wanted a break from the oth-
ers,” Draco said, and waited for them to
laugh. They did, but not in a cruel way.
- 545 -
knew that his reasons for sticking so close
to Hydrus and the others were more to do
with familial loyalty, and trying to keep
his parents happy than they were to do
with his own happiness. It was only be-
cause he cared what they thought that he
hadn’t cut them out of his Hogwarts life
altogether. If he was as brave as Gryffin-
dors were supposed to be, then he’d have
just got on with things – either toughened
up and stuck with the Slytherins, or left
them behind entirely.
- 546 -
and then jumped as Weasley slammed his
book shut and tossed his quill down, spot-
ting the dark carpet with darker ink.
- 547 -
“What about inside?” Padfoot said. “’My
heart shines-”
- 548 -
“Well, other than that moon bit, what’ve
you got?”
- 549 -
foot said. “I like the storm one better, to be
honest. Your scar’s an important part of
you - whether you like it or not,” he added
ruefully, “and I think it’s good it’s in your
incantation now. As for the moon... well,
maybe it’s just not you. There’s nothing
wrong with that. I wanted to put a serious
pun in mine, but couldn’t make it work-”
- 550 -
“So what is it?” Harry asked.
- 551 -
ings blurred a bit as he moved. He passed
a short, moving thing that was the right
shape and colour to be Kreacher – Harry
called out a hello – and eventually, Pad-
foot settled in the library.
- 552 -
as stubborn as my hide is brown, prey
with a predator’s heart. I will fight for my
herd with hoof and antler, the maraud-
ing stag, brother to dog, wolf and rat.” He
grinned at Harry. “Prey with a predator’s
heart sounds better than dog with a cat’s
insides, don’t you think?” Harry shrugged.
“I always did. Peter’s was something about
a rat with a lion within, but I can’t remem-
ber the rest.”
- 553 -
smiled.
- 554 -
was muttering to himself in the library,
trying to do his, and said the part about
hoof and antler, and managed to give him-
self antlers and hooves. We were able to
say I’d hexed him, but you won’t get away
with that in first year.”
- 555 -
sort of like we were before Azkaban and
her ‘dying’- I don’t really have a word for
it- I know you didn’t like her after the hold-
ing cells, but she’s- I like her, so-”
- 556 -
“All right,” Harry said easily. Padfoot
looked relieved. Harry waited a few sec-
onds to see whether he had anything to
add, and then asked, “Are you still coming
tomorrow night, for Moony?”
- 557 -
at some point. Have a bit of time...”
- 558 -
Chapter 14:
Help from the Headmaster
- 559 -
probably want me to be friends with the
Slytherins, but-” Draco bit his tongue and
counted to five, but his voice still wobbled
when he next spoke. “I don’t know what to
do.” Severus’ expression and demeanour
hadn’t changed, so Draco added a sneered,
“Professor.”
- 560 -
“Ridiculous,” Severus said, smirking. “Yes,
it is. Well picked.” Draco blinked, and then
scowled again.
- 561 -
“Life isn’t fair,” Draco retorted, and could
have sworn he saw a gleam of approval in
Severus’ eyes.
- 562 -
tents of the jars on his shelf than ask the
Weasleys for help, but Draco stored away
the Headmaster’s suggestion. “I think it is
a penchant that troublemakers have; I re-
member another group of boys who were
also very good at knowing where people
were.”
- 563 -
ledore as a confidant. “An Auror is here,
to talk about yesterday’s incident with the
owl. I was wondering if you would speak
with him, Draco? Young Christopher has
indicated a desire to be left alone.”
- 564 -
followed Dumbledore out. “I apologise for
interrupting what was probably an im-
portant conversation,” Dumbledore con-
tinued, looking genuine. Draco nodded to
acknowledge that, but didn’t say anything.
“How have you found it, having Severus go
from merely you godfather, to your teach-
er?” Somehow, it didn’t surprise Draco
that Dumbledore knew Severus was his
godfather.
- 565 -
dict... or that’s what I like to think.” Draco
thought he agreed. While Severus usual-
ly responded with sarcasm, or a pointed
question, Dumbledore seemed to respond
with smiles and odd statements “It’s not
an easy thing to do.” He glanced at Draco,
apparently waiting for some sort of com-
ment.
- 566 -
that likes red, they will always clash.”
- 567 -
when he says that it’s true. It is far better
for our hypothetical wizard to wear red,
if that is what makes him happy, and be
consistent in doing so. If he wears green
every now and then, or – as you suggested
– wears that daring mix, then the green
wizard will be hurt each and every time
the red things reappear. If the red wizard
is consistent in being red, then the green
wizard will come to expect it.”
- 568 -
He just had a very odd way of doing so.
- 569 -
or the other. We can only do what we
think is right, and fair, even when we face
what we think is unfair, and wrong.” Dra-
co found himself rubbing the scar on his
palm. Dumbledore placed a hand on Dra-
co’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “Your
opinion is your own, Draco,” he said, start-
ing up the stairs again. Draco followed.
“And remember the red and green wiz-
ards.” With that, he pushed the door open
and led the way into the hall, where Pot-
ter and Black were talking.
- 570 -
“Draco,” Black said, and Draco was re-
lieved it was him. “Thank you for agreeing
to talk to me.” Draco shrugged. “Thanks for
finding him,” he added. Draco was a little
surprised by the lack of ‘sir’, or ‘Professor’
or ‘Headmaster’, but then he remembered
back to the trial. Black was obviously able
to work with Dumbledore, but it was dif-
ferent from the implied relationship they’d
had during the war. Dumbledore didn’t
seem to mind, though, or at least didn’t
show it.
- 571 -
“Would you mind doing this in the Hall?”
Black asked.
- 572 -
and in his left was not Harry’s Galaxy, but
a sleek shiny Nimbus 2000.
“But-”
- 573 -
Harry’s attention.
- 574 -
the air. “Catch me if you can,” Padfoot
called down to him.
- 575 -
Draco bumped into Potter again in the
Entrance Hall, on his way down to dinner.
He’d had a chess game with Weasley after
talking to Black, and then he, Longbottom
and Granger had gone to the library. Sur-
prisingly, he’d stayed longer than she had;
she’d gone down to dinner with Longbot-
tom, and so Draco was alone.
- 576 -
make Draco the green one? Green like Sly-
therin.
- 577 -
more and more irritated with himself, and
with the Headmaster. “Are you all right?”
Potter asked worriedly. “You look a bit-”
“A bit what?”
- 578 -
“Er... I promise to actually read that dic-
tionary?” Potter said. He had such a ner-
vous look on his face that Draco couldn’t
help but smirk. “Use bigger words, and all
that.” Draco laughed before he could stop
himself, and Potter looked relieved. “Is it
something I’ve-”
- 579 -
ter glanced between Draco and the Sly-
therins, and pushed his glasses up. “Do
you want to come? Then we can come back
down together.”
- 580 -
“Morning,” Hermione said, as Harry and
Ron sat down. Draco had already settled
himself across from Hermione, and was
adding cinnamon to his french toast.
- 581 -
“You look tired,” Hermione told Harry.
He shrugged. He’d spent time with Moo-
ny and Padfoot after dinner, and then left
before Moony could transform. He hadn’t
gone back to the dormitories, though;
he’d gone to the library, to make a start
on translating his incantation. He’d been
there until midnight, and made nowhere
near as much progress as he’d hoped, and
had, tiredly, sneaked back to Gryffindor
tower, taking care to avoid Filch and the
other professors.
- 582 -
once.
- 583 -
later in the year, apparently, and he had
the control of a second year. Seamus, in
the seat behind Harry, tried to melt his
marble. It sort of worked; he did manage
to melt the marble, but he also set his desk
on fire, and lost five points for doing so.
- 584 -
After lunch, they had Transfiguration
which went well, Harry thought; McGona-
gall gave them each a match at the very
beginning of the lesson, and had them
show her, one by one, that they were able
to change it into a needle. The rest of the
lesson was spent going over the theory
they’d need in Thursday’s lesson, when
they tried to turn salt into sugar. His extra
reading had paid off; he understood what
she was saying, and was actually disap-
pointed he’d have to wait until Thursday
to try it out.
- 585 -
didn’t think he was a bad wizard; he was
certainly smarter than Crabbe and Goyle
(but then, so were the candles that floated
above the tables in the Great Hall), and
he was more consistent than Ron. Magic,
though, didn’t come to him as naturally as
it did to Hermione. It took effort to under-
stand things, and practice to manage to do
anything useful with what he’d learned.
- 586 -
Harry couldn’t wait.
- 587 -
a Ravenclaw second year, looked up at him
expectantly.
- 588 -
without a fight breaking out, or an explo-
sion of some sort. “I won’t be much fun this
afternoon.”
- 589 -
el for her ability to embrace her condition
as much as she did, but also couldn’t help
himself from condemning her for the same
reason; she had the same vicious delight
for her lycanthropy that her ‘father’ Grey-
back had had. Silverear, though... Remus
watched him closely, and couldn’t help
but feel sorry for the boy; his expression
grew more and more tired and miserable
as time passed, and Remus couldn’t help
but be reminded of himself.
- 590 -
or Sirius. Peter and whoever’d been left
standing would go to the lessons and fill
the other two in later.
- 591 -
Silverear on the outside.
- 592 -
Ethan swept his things off his table and
into his bag, and shuffled up to the front
desk. He gave Remus a baleful look, which
turned into surprise and then suspicion
when Remus pressed the note into his
hand, but he was smart enough not to say
anything.
- 593 -
“See you tomorrow night, Harry!” Angeli-
na called. He’d seen her around the com-
mon room, and the Gryffindor table in the
Great Hall, but never been introduced.
He’d also met Alicia Spinnet – who was
in Fred and George’s year, with Angeli-
na, and met Katie Bell, who was the year
above him.
- 594 -
and Hermione’s bushy one, and smiled.
He wasn’t sure what had happened be-
tween Draco and the other Slytherins, but
the youngest Malfoy had been sticking
close to his Housemates for the past few
days. Harry was glad he’d come around,
and stopped acting like a git, but he also
worried; Hydrus could make Draco’s life
very unpleasant if he wanted to, and Har-
ry didn’t want to see that happen.
- 595 -
“Good. Surprise is important with these
things, dear; trust me on that.” The speak-
er’s voice soured, and Harry grinned,
pleased by that. “But I have experience
with this, now, and I think we can both ac-
complish what we want, here.” He frowned,
not liking the sound of that at all.
- 596 -
Chapter 15:
Zabini and Benson
- 597 -
what you’re doing here?”
- 598 -
their line of sight, and then ran the rest of
the way to his dormitory.
- 599 -
important, but you can’t just expect every-
one to drop everything on your-”
- 600 -
St Mungo’s – to try to work out whether
it had been a disease that killed Morton
and his owl; Sirius wasn’t sure if it was a
disease, but he was sure that it had been
the same thing. His biggest concern – in
the short term – was working out if it was
contagious; the owl had probably come via
the Owlery, and had contact with sever-
al Hogwarts owls... if whatever had killed
Morton and his owl was spreadable, all
of Hogwarts could be at risk. “All right,”
he said, rolling his shoulders. “See you-”
Right then, his pocket tingled and started
to warm.
“What’s wrong?”
- 601 -
his way back, thankfully, and Harry was
more important to Sirius anyway, so he
pulled his mirror out and resized it. Har-
ry’s face was already centred in it, look-
ing impatient. His hair was sweaty, and
brushed to the side, so that his scar was
showing.
- 602 -
he, after the stories he’d heard – but wasn’t
quite sure what the problem was.
- 603 -
“Excuse me!” he said.
- 604 -
from the mirror.
- 605 -
bright red lips and flatteringly cut robes,
she was nothing short of stunning... and
he suspected she knew it. Sirius kept his
eyes on her face, and only for a moment,
before they moved to the occupant of the
other seat. Dolores Umbridge looked even
frumpier than usual compared to the oth-
er woman, and was dressed – as usual – in
a sickly shade of pink.
- 606 -
response, did not find anything remotely
funny about the situation. Thanks to Har-
ry, he knew Umbridge was working on
Morton’s case... and, if she was here with
a solicitor, it could only really mean one
thing.
- 607 -
“I spoke with Auror Dawlish this morning,
and he has agreed to take up the case,”
Umbridge said. “Your involvement in Paul
Morton’s death will be looked into, and-”
- 608 -
have that mention Black’s involvement in
the case,” she added. Zabini inclined her
head.
- 609 -
“Not that Auror Black is struggling for
money,” Zabini said. Her smile would have
been lovely, all red lips and white teeth,
but it didn’t reach her eyes. Sirius looked
away and saw her frown out of the corner
of his eye.
- 610 -
“Your time off will start tomorrow,” Scrim-
geour said, cleaning his glasses on his
robes. “I’ll be in contact as things develop.”
- 611 -
his chair back. “I’d like to apologise,” she
said, folding one leg over the other. “Do-
lores Umbridge has a personal issue with
you – that much is clear – but I want it
known that I’m approaching this from a
professional stance, and only a profession-
al stance. I don’t have anything against
you.” Sirius grunted. Zabini gave him a
thoughtful look, and then sighed loud-
ly. “I’m only in it for the money... my last
husband died at the beginning of the year,
and I have a son to support. You’re a sin-
gle parent too, from what I’ve heard-”
- 612 -
the school’s funding. Students really only
had to supply their own wands, uniforms
and school things. Zabini’s smile dropped
off her face. “And you said you’re ap-
proaching this from a professional stance,
so I hope you won’t be offended that I don’t
want to discuss my family life with you.”
- 613 -
“What will you do with your time off? With
your godson gone, things must be awfully
lonely-”
- 614 -
the book he’s been reading, and then cast
a Shrinking Spell and tucked the rucksack
into his pocket with his mirror.
- 615 -
“Goodnight, Madam Zabini.” He left his
cubicle without another word, and headed
for the lifts. Marlene fell into step beside
him on the way. “Where’d you come from?”
he asked.
- 616 -
“When have you ever not been able to han-
dle unwanted female attention?” Marlene
asked. Sirius grinned.
- 617 -
when Weasley was tripped and Draco was
grabbed – rather roughly – and dragged
into the nearest classroom. Draco saw Za-
bini standing over Weasley as the door
snapped shut.
- 618 -
not to bother coming back-”
- 619 -
“But you’re a wizard!”
- 620 -
Not ‘we miss you, Draco’, Draco thought,
sighing, but ‘it’s not proper’... It always
comes back to blood. He rubbed the scar
on his palm.
- 621 -
said wearily. “We should embrace our dif-
ferences, instead of condemning each oth-
er for them.” He’d stolen that from Dumb-
ledore, but he didn’t know how to say it
any better than that. “We’re still brothers,
still family. Still blood. I’m still a Malfoy,
still the same Draco... I just- I wear red
now, that’s all.”
- 622 -
his nose crack, and then felt warm blood
dribble down his face. Tears sprang into
his eyes in response to the pain.
- 623 -
Percy used to get blood noses all th- Never
mind.” He shook his red head, and put a
hand on Draco’s shoulder to guide him to
the door. “We’d better go, before Filch sees
this mess and blames us.” Draco’s eyes
widened, and he nodded. The pair of them
hurried down the corridor, up two flights
of stairs and down another corridor. Sever-
al portraits let out horrified exclamations
when they saw Draco’s bloody face, and so
did a group of Ravenclaws who were on
their way to class.
- 624 -
lar.” He grimaced. “Are you- you were cry-
ing when I-” Weasley faltered, apparently
torn between wanting to help Draco, and
not wanting to upset him.
- 625 -
than stand there. He followed Harry in.
- 626 -
at Harry again. Harry’s expression was
wary, and Ron got the feeling that Harry
knew exactly what this was about. So, ap-
parently, did Zabini. “You know?”
“And Malfoy.”
“Malfoy?”
- 627 -
Dean had a poster in their room; the stu-
pid thing didn’t move, but Dean still liked
it, which puzzled Ron (and Draco, who he’d
caught talking to it on the weekend) to no
end. Zabini looked stricken, but the ex-
pression vanished quickly behind a calm,
blank face.
- 628 -
Harry, a Gryffindor?
- 629 -
“So what are you going to do?” Ron asked.
He decided he’d stick close to Harry – when
it was reasonable to do so - just in case any
of the Slytherins tried anything.
- 630 -
he’s being investigated. I s’pose Morton
thinks I’m guilty by association. And Hy-
drus... he’s not stupid, but Blaise is right
that he doesn’t have much common sense.”
- 631 -
Chapter 16:
Midnight madness
- 632 -
whatever Severus usually gave students
for detention; Draco had defended Grang-
er in Potions the day before, and Severus
had given him detention for talking back
to a Slytherin.
- 633 -
“Very good. What else?”
“Which is?”
- 634 -
“Do you mind?” Blaise asked, wrenching
free. Hydrus, who was walking with him,
paid no attention to Draco, and instead
curled his lip at Harry.
- 635 -
“I really don’t have time for this,” he
drawled. “See you around, Potter-”
- 636 -
“You think I’m an idiot?” Blaise scoffed.
“Hex you, in front of your silly little friends,
in a place where a teacher or Prefect could
see?” He curled his lip. “You’re stupider
than I thought.” His expression hardened,
but his eyes widened imploringly. “Mid-
night tomorrow, in the trophy room,” he
sneered. “I’ll put you back in your place.”
- 637 -
“Are you, though?” she pressed. “Blaise
isn’t- Blaise isn’t Blaise anymore, Harry.
He’s arrogant, and rude, and I don’t think
he cares about us like he used to.” A hurt
expression flickered over her face, and
then vanished behind a frown. “Blaise has
to go up three flight of stairs to get there
tonight. You have to go down four, and
cross the castle! Do you really think you
won’t get caught? That’s what he wants!
You’ll lose so many points for Gryffindor,
and for what? For Blaise?” She shook her
head, looking sad. “I- I don’t think he’s
worth it.”
- 638 -
“He won’t,” Harry said, with as much con-
fidence as he could muster.
“But-”
- 639 -
“Put in his place,” Malfoy finished, eyes
gleaming. “Exactly. Someone left Filch
a note saying students were planning to
duel and cause a mess in the trophy room
tonight, at midnight… He and that cat
of his will be waiting for Potter.” Blaise
stared at him. Malfoy laughed, and ac-
cepted a goblet of pumpkin juice from Par-
kinson, who was watching him adoringly.
“If he even shows up,” Malfoy continued.
“I’ll bet stupid Potter isn’t half as brave as
he’d like to pretend.”
- 640 -
“What are you, some stupid Gryffindor?”
Malfoy looked angry now. Parkinson just
looked confused. “You’ll lose us house
points!”
“Black.”
- 641 -
“Have you got a moment to talk?”
- 642 -
“I’ve got a job for you.”
- 643 -
Aurors to look into yet, but I don’t have
anything better to do, so…”
“All right.”
- 644 -
She smiled at him and left through one of
the three doors on the left wall.
- 645 -
glanced at Croaker.
- 646 -
“Letter? No, it was by Floo. He spoke to
me about power, and about- well- necro-
mancy. Or rather a branch of it; restoring
someone injured beyond what can be fixed
by ordinary methods of magical repair to
a functional state.”
- 647 -
academic reasons.”
“Chamber of Death?”
- 648 -
ence understands the subject matter.”
Sirius groaned. “Initially, I didn’t worry
about it, but now, with things so quiet on
his end, my fear is that my knowledge may
have been placed in the wrong hands, and
that Quirinus may have done something
foolish with it, and hurt himself or some-
one else.” He wrung his hands, and then
brightened. “Of course, he could simply be
travelling, and out of touch for the time
being. I can’t be sure.”
- 649 -
“Have you really?” Croaker asked, excit-
edly. “How-”
“Anything else?”
- 650 -
“No, that was it,” Croaker said brightly. “I
just- well, I’m worried. Probably just being
silly, but well, better to be safe, isn’t it?”
- 651 -
Harry was lucky; he made it all the way
down to the third floor of the castle with-
out being caught or spotted. Flitwick had
been patrolling parts of the staircase, so
Harry had had to be patient and quiet to
sneak past him, but he’d managed. There
hadn’t been any sign of Filch, though, or
the Prefects, which Harry thought was in-
credibly lucky.
- 652 -
They said? They as in Blaise? he wondered.
Blaise certainly wasn’t anywhere in sight.
And, he couldn’t have been caught, or Filch
wouldn’t be there. Was- Blaise was trying
to get me expelled? Harry backed further
down the hall, eyes on the trophy room in
case Filch came out. He tried, over and
over to think of a better explanation, but
couldn’t. Hermione was right.
- 653 -
“P-Potter?” Blaise looked at him, startled.
He was panting, and pale underneath his
tanned skin. Harry gestured for him to be
quiet, all ideas of Hermione being right
gone at the sight of the other boy. Blaise
wouldn’t have risked point loss and expul-
sion if he’d known Filch would be around.
- 654 -
you’re out here, and you’ve got nowhere to
go.”
- 655 -
Filch stopped in line with them, lantern
aloft, and began to turn to check their al-
cove – Harry’s heart was pounding so fast
that he thought he might have a heart at-
tack, and Blaise looked like he was about
to be sick – when noise erupted in the cor-
ridor on their right. Filch set off – distract-
ed - toward the clanging and shouting, and
a moment later, Mrs Norris streaked past
them too, after her owner. Harry slumped,
so relieved that he thought he might be
going into shock.
- 656 -
“Do you reckon one of us should have gone
with him?” Weasley asked. It was almost
one in the morning, and Potter still wasn’t
back.
- 657 -
said he was meeting Zabini to talk, and
that was it. He’ll be back any minute, I’m
sure.” Weasley chewed his lip. “Pawn to
F4.”
- 658 -
he kept his pieces in.
- 659 -
Potter she’d see him in the morning if he
hadn’t been expelled, said goodnight to
the rest of them and then stomped up the
stairs. Draco could have sworn he heard
her sob, but had no way to check, because
the staircase wouldn’t let him, and be-
cause the other two Gryffindor first year
girls had gone to bed before Granger.
- 660 -
“But what if he needs us?” Weasley pressed.
“Zabini’s all right, but Filch is out there,
and Morton and your brother are appar-
ently after him.”
“Pardon?”
- 661 -
“I think they know each other.” Weasley
shrugged. “Harry said it was complicat-
ed.” Draco decided he’d be having a word
with Potter about that at the first possible
opportunity. Zabini and Potter… friends?
- 662 -
“Won’t know unless we try,” Weasley said
with forced cheer.
- 663 -
an hour... Damn it, Potter.
- 664 -
take a shortcut to the trophy room, got lost
on the third floor, and then disturbed an
obscene suit of armour. Ron wondered ab-
sently, whether Fred and George had had
anything to do with it, and decided he’d
kill them if he lived to tell the tale. Light
shone around the corner of the corridor.
- 665 -
“Who’s that?” Malfoy demanded, obvious-
ly trying to sound calm, but it was difficult
when he was sprawled on the floor, with
someone’s leg over his chest.
“Harry?”
- 666 -
“Rescuing you,” Malfoy drawled. Zabini
snorted.
- 667 -
come from.
- 668 -
“Clever,” Ron said, grinning. Harry
grinned back. Malfoy and Zabini did not.
- 669 -
“Dumbledore said painful death was down
there,” Zabini whispered, backing off, as
light from the Prefects’ wands came around
the corner, “so I’ll take my chances with
Filch and the Prefects, thanks. All the best
getting back to your common room, and
not dying, though.” He disappeared into
the teacher’s office that Ron and Malfoy
had come through. Harry watched him go.
- 670 -
“I can definitely hear footsteps,” the fe-
male Prefect said. The three of them skid-
ded to a stop.
- 671 -
“Alohomora,” he whispered. The door
clicked, and the three of them hurried in-
side.
- 672 -
Chapter 17:
The Marauders
- 673 -
small, it was huge, so Harry backed off.
- 674 -
“Got them!” she shouted, and movement
revealed a panicked looking Prefect Ed -
with Moony of all people - at the end of the
hallway. Harry’s entire body flooded with
relief.
- 675 -
quiver. They walked in complete silence to
Moony’s office, on the floor below. He lit
the lamps with dim, orange fire – Harry
was grateful for that, because bright light
probably would have blinded them after a
night sneaking around in the dark - ush-
ered them in, conjured them chairs, and
then sat down at his desk, looking unusu-
ally stern.
- 676 -
and why you were up there-” Moony jabbed
a finger at the roof of his office, which was
below the forbidden corridor. “-in a place
you have been told specifically not to vis-
it.”
- 677 -
ing, don’t you think?”
- 678 -
and well-”
- 679 -
felt better at once. “Sorry for waking you
up,” he mumbled.
- 680 -
think he believed him, but he didn’t know
why Moony would lie about it. “They can’t
let it run around the forest, with me spend-
ing full moons out there, and there wasn’t
really anywhere else to put it.” Draco
moved slightly, and Moony gave him an
odd look. “Ten points from Gryffindor from
you, Harry. You’re smart, but your actions
tonight didn’t reflect that at all.” Harry did
shrink in his chair this time. “Five points
from each of you,” Moony added, looking
at Ron and Draco, neither of whom said
anything. “And I hope you’ve learned that
when Professor Dumbledore gives a warn-
ing, it’s not without good reason.”
- 681 -
“Night,” he said.
“Pardon?”
- 682 -
“Professor Lupin,” Draco clarified. “About
that dog.”
- 683 -
“Did either of you actually look when we
were in there?”
- 684 -
“They’re either keeping something in, or
something out,” Draco said. “Either way,
Lupin’s going to be the next best thing af-
ter the dog – except for Dumbledore – to
help with that, because he’s the Defence
teacher.”
- 685 -
pid enough to go against Dumbledore-” He
gave the pair of them a rather pointed look.
“-but when a quarter of the school is spe-
cifically known for taking stupid risks…”
He trailed off, shaking his head.
- 686 -
him… and then Theodore Nott edged past
them, muttering about blocking the door,
and greeted Blaise as he sat down.
- 687 -
Hermione narrowed her eyes and opened
her mouth, but a rippled whisper of,
“Snape!” ran through the Gryffindor side
of the room. Harry grabbed Hermione’s
arm and dragged her over to sit next to
him, while Draco and Ron sat down near
Neville.
- 688 -
ry. I shouldn’t have gone to bed, I should
have come to help you, with Ron and Mal-
foy. And after I told you I’d see you in the
morning if you hadn’t been expelled, and
then you didn’t show up to breakfast- I felt
awful, I thought something had happened,
and-”
- 689 -
peeled violet petals into little strips and
sprinkled them into the cauldron. “I’m
sure he’s not too angry-”
- 690 -
and Hermione ended up with a function-
al invisible ink revealer, which was bet-
ter than most of the rest of the class - and
they had the afternoon off. He didn’t feel
like flying when Ron asked, though - he
had Quidditch that night anyway - didn’t
go to the library with Hermione, or take
Draco and the twins up on their offer of a
game of Exploding Snap.
- 691 -
didn’t say so. Instead, she sighed.
- 692 -
school, and I bet he got told off for them
too.”
- 693 -
Fred and George were just at good at ap-
pearing and disappearing mysteriously
in the air as they were around the castle,
and were more than a match for the pair
of bludgers. The chasers, Alicia, Angelina
and Katie worked well together, and what
they didn’t have in muscle mass, they more
than made up for in speed and skill.
- 694 -
“Yeah but young and innocent?” Harry
asked. “You two?”
- 695 -
“Padfoot’s the biggest rule-breaker of the
lot and Prongs isn’t much better.”
- 696 -
“Prove it,” Fred said.
- 697 -
“We’ll talk it over with them, see what
they think.”
- 698 -
first thought, but he was still a very dif-
ferent boy to Blaise Benson. Perhaps Her-
mione was right, and he just wasn’t worth
the effort. That thought left Harry stom-
ach in knots, though, and he knew, deep
down, that he’d probably still keep trying
to get through to Blaise.
- 699 -
foot about his time off (and the job he was
working in the meantime, searching for a
man called Quirrell).
- 700 -
ble, because, while interested by the trap-
door, she maintained that it wasn’t their
business. She was probably right, but it
made for an interesting conversation any-
way.
- 701 -
head. Draco scowled.
- 702 -
first year dormitory - it sounded like Dean
and Seamus were stirring, and arguing
good naturedly over a pair of socks - and
up to the third year boys’ dormitory. “Am
I allowed?” Harry asked. There were no
rules against it, but even Ron - who had
brothers in the higher years - rarely vis-
ited the other dormitories. Most of the
socialisation was done downstairs, in the
common room.
- 703 -
“Close the door,” Fred added. Harry did so.
- 704 -
and, what appeared to be Percy’s Prefect
badge. Harry chuckled.
- 705 -
“Prongs demanded we bring you here,”
Fred added, “as soon as we said your
name.”
- 706 -
Mr Moony passes on his greetings, and
thinks it is a pleasure to meet Harry.
- 707 -
“Hi, Prongs,” he whispered, holding the
parchment with shaking hands. “I’m Har-
ry James Potter.”
- 708 -
Chapter 18:
Talks among friends
- 709 -
her into a tight hug. Her hair turned a
bright, pinkish red, and Sirius’ bark-like
laugh sounded out behind them.
- 710 -
The three of them settled in a booth and
placed their orders with the lovely Mad-
am Rosmerta, and Sirius didn’t seem to
mind that neither of them paid him all
that much attention in the beginning. He
just sipped at his butterbeer and fiddled
with his Sidekick, while Remus and Dora
chatted.
- 711 -
ra’s hair lost its remaining pink and went
red.
- 712 -
made an annoyed noise and pulled her
dinner plate out of the way of Zabini’s dan-
gling necklace.
- 713 -
“And your apparent hesitance to even hold
a conversation with me outside the Minis-
try is very unprofessional, Auror Black,”
she said curtly.
- 714 -
brow.
- 715 -
feeling horrendously guilty about telling
Harry off?”
- 716 -
told me so – so don’t worry.” Remus grunt-
ed and stuffed a chunk of bread into his
mouth.
“Yeah; Quirrell.”
- 717 -
Sirius shook his head and said, “Croaker
said three things; phoenix feathers, uni-
corn blood, and the Philosopher’s stone…
and all of those-” He lowered his voice. “-are
at Hogwarts.” Dora already knew – in fact,
she’d known before Sirius; Remus had told
Sirius after Harry almost got himself eat-
en by Hagrid’s guard dog. If Harry was at
all suspicious, he’d take it to Sirius, who
could hopefully smooth it over. “It makes
sense that Quirrell – or whoever he was
asking the questions on behalf of – would
be trying to get in, or close to it, right?”
- 718 -
Remus nodded slowly. Dora had an inter-
ested look on her face; she, apparently,
was trying to follow Sirius’ reasoning. “I
reckon Quirrell got scared. It was some
dark stuff he was asking about, and he
was always curious, but everyone’s said
he was no Gryffindor. I reckon he ran for
it – or tried to.”
- 719 -
him and would probably have managed to
kill him. “Quirrell was an eccentric… not
really the type to have someone sharing a
room with him, by all accounts. If some-
one went for him, they’d have got him.”
- 720 -
“We knew it was coming,” Remus told
her. “All the teachers did. Maybe Quirrell
didn’t, but then we’re assuming that the
stone was his top priority. Unicorn blood
and phoenix tears are at the school too,
and I’d have thought he’d want to keep his
options open.”
- 721 -
Mr Moony would like to ask if Harry James
Potter is named after a James Charlus
Potter, and if the James in question is his
father.
- 722 -
Mr Moony thinks that’s a cruel joke, and
that Harry Potter wouldn’t have told it if
he was the one that would have to deal
with James afterward.
- 723 -
Mr Padfoot hopes that he’s crying some-
where, the greasy git.
Harry frowned.
- 724 -
“Is this all it does?” Harry repeated, look-
ing at the twins.
- 725 -
ple answer. Moony they already knew, and
they obviously understood there was only
so much Harry knew about Wormtail and
even James, but Padfoot, apparently, was
fair game for a rigorous round of question-
ing.
- 726 -
had expected, just different. It wasn’t un-
til a few weeks after his fist talk with the
Marauders’ parchment that Harry came
to the realisation that the James in the
parchment hadn’t grown up like Padfoot
and Moony. He wasn’t alive in there, just
an imprint, like a portrait or a memory.
He was forever stuck at the age he’d been
when they made it. Harry sort of wished
he could have known his father - not the
man that would become his father – but
he couldn’t deny teenage-James was fun
too.
- 727 -
asked James about himself, or told James
what was happening in Harry’s Hogwarts.
- 728 -
away from the office. Blaise approached
Harry a few days after that, and told Harry
that Padfoot needed to be careful around
his mother; she was a dangerous woman,
and used to getting her way. That hadn’t
made sense to Harry, but he’d passed the
message along, and Padfoot had obviously
understood it, and appreciated the warn-
ing.
- 729 -
tions lesson.
- 730 -
“Would you look at all of this?” Ron ex-
claimed in delight, pouring himself a glass
of pumpkin juice.
- 731 -
kin too but her robes were still soaked.
- 732 -
the dungeons, Professors!”
- 733 -
with them.”
- 734 -
thought darkly. Someone could be hurt-
Harry latched onto Ron’s arm.
“Ow. What?”
- 735 -
“Me too.” He frowned, wrinkling his nose.
“Can you smell that?” It was foul, what-
ever it was, like a mix between old socks
and a blocked toilet. Padfoot had always
said trolls had poor hygiene. “This way?”
Harry said.
- 736 -
was huge - a good twelve feet tall - with
lumpy, grey skin. It had a round body and
perched on top of broad shoulders was a
small bald head with huge ears. The troll
grunted again as it stomped past Draco’s
hiding place and the large wooden club
it was carrying knocked the bench Ron
was under; its arms were so long the club
dragged along the ground.
- 737 -
“Thank Merlin!” Harry said, his legs weak
with relief. Now if we can just find Hermi-
one... There was a loud, horrified scream
from inside the room they’d just locked.
- 738 -
“Confuse it!” Harry shouted desperately
to Ron. Draco had crawled under the clos-
est cubicle and was making his way to the
other end of the room. Harry grabbed a
tap and tossed it as hard as he could at
the wall.
- 739 -
it.
- 740 -
didn’t seem bothered. Ron scrambled out
of the corner and tossed another pipe at
the troll. The troll came at Harry now. He
dodged the club once, slipped in a puddle
and fell, sprawled at the troll’s feet.
- 741 -
Chapter 19:
Fight and flight
- 742 -
ished, that the toilet would shatter, and
just hoped the club didn’t hit. Hermione
screamed something, and then everything
went silent. Harry looked up.
- 743 -
her wand in her hand. She had a collection
of small cuts on her cheek and bits of wood
and porcelain in her hair. Draco, who was
next to her, had a long, thin scrape on his
forehead. The key from the door still dan-
gled in his hand.
- 744 -
“What’s the countercharm?” Ron asked.
- 745 -
itself into a chain and secured the troll to
the stone wall. Then she rounded on them.
“What on earth happened here?! Why ar-
en’t the four of you in your dormitory?!”
- 746 -
up,” Hermione said, looking like she might
cry.
- 747 -
face burning. Ron’s ears were still red, and
Draco was wilting at the sight of Snape’s
arched eyebrow.
- 748 -
gall stared at her, and then at Harry, Dra-
co and Ron. They were silent for almost a
minute.
- 749 -
said. “I’m not going to punish you for a sit-
uation where you – apparently – had no
choice but to act, but you certainly won’t
be receiving house points for your reck-
lessness, either. You’re lucky to be alive.”
Snape watched them all with dark eyes.
She flicked her hand again, dismissing
them, and Harry didn’t need telling twice.
- 750 -
utes earlier. Had she been a cat, her tail
would have been flicking uncontrollably.
“Unfortunately, we were not the first.”
- 751 -
right. He seems to have inherited his fa-
ther’s luck-” Remus’ mouth twitched, but
then his expression twisted and she knew
he too was thinking of the night James
Potter’s luck had run out. “-thankfully.”
- 752 -
Granger was unaware of the danger and
was alone in the bathroom-” Remus’ eyes
closed briefly. “-but even so, there are al-
ways options! Why not inform a teacher
or a Prefect the moment they remembered
she was gone? Why not send one of the
three of them to get a teacher, while the
other two went to the rescue, if that was
what truly had to happen?”
- 753 -
“A body bind. It’s almost lucky they were
first years. If they’d known any better
spells, they might have tried to Stun it and
had the spell reflected back onto them.” She
shook her head. “I love my House dearly,
and I’m very proud of the people that have
passed through that common room, but by
Merlin, it’s a wonder some of them make
it to adulthood.”
- 754 -
boured a small dislike for unfamiliar ones,
and for exceedingly large ones, thanks to
her Animagus form. “Speaking of which,”
she added, arching an eyebrow, “the fact
that you’re here alone means you didn’t
find anyone?”
- 755 -
“So who, then? And to get the stone, obvi-
ously, but why? Wealth? Immortality?”
- 756 -
his mum wasn’t allowed to know, Hermi-
one had shaken her head and said hers
wouldn’t understand, and Draco had giv-
en a flat ‘no’. Harry had hesitated; Padfoot
was only a mirror call away, and Moony
would no doubt know anyway, when the
decision had been made for him; Moo-
ny, had apparently Flooed Padfoot from
Dumbledore’s office and Padfoot had come
through at once.
- 757 -
“We’re just making sure,” Padfoot assured
him. “You’re lucky, you know.”
- 758 -
“And not let go,” Remus said.
- 759 -
drink. Padfoot narrowed his eyes and
looked at Harry, who was fighting to keep
a straight face.
- 760 -
“Does too,” Padfoot argued, and then stuck
his tongue out for good measure. “So, is
the match this weekend, kiddo, or next?”
- 761 -
ly about a strategy he’d come up with.
“Was he good?”
- 762 -
“Our mutual friends wish you luck, by the
way,” George said.
- 763 -
ry stared at Higgs’ retreating back; he
wasn’t that much taller than Harry, but
his arms were longer, and he didn’t need
glasses. George seemed to sense Harry’s
worry. “He’s a decent sort; second year.
He’ll play fair.”
- 764 -
er nervously.
- 765 -
but it was too quick.
“JORDAN!”
- 766 -
“Jordan!” McGonagall snapped, as laugh-
ter rang around the stands.
- 767 -
Lee was saying. Flint made a rude gesture
in his direction, and Harry spotted the
snitch, just on the other side of his knee.
He urged his broom forward. “And speak-
ing of first games, Potter’s doing well; on
the move, perhaps he’s spotted something-
yes, there it is, Potter’s seen the snitch-”
Harry saw a smear of green – Higgs – start
toward Flint too.
- 768 -
gone. Higgs pulled to jerky stop, looking
disappointed.
“Jordan!”
“Jordan!”
- 769 -
er. Spinnet still has possession, and…”
- 770 -
ground, and then went sailing across and
collided with the bottom of the stands. Har-
ry’s mouth fell open, and he turned back
toward the snitch, when something hit
him in the throat. He gagged and yanked
his broom to a stop. He gagged again, and
Lee made some joke about Quidditch not
being for the faint-hearted. Harry put his
hands to his mouth and coughed again,
and felt something cold and round drop
into his gloved hand.
- 771 -
“Well done, Harry!” Katie said, patting
him on the back as she crossed the chan-
gerooms to the shower block. “Brilliant
catch.”
- 772 -
wipe the grin off his face.
- 773 -
“No idea,” Harry said honestly. The three
of them started off toward the castle, and
Harry listened with amusement as Ron
ranted about Flint’s foul.
- 774 -
“We won,” Hermione told him. Hagrid
beamed.
- 775 -
“Yeah,” Harry said. Ron’s eyes were nar-
rowed at Morton, who still just looked
shocked.
- 776 -
teacup.
- 777 -
stopped ter think about it.” Harry said
nothing. “An’ then his owl… almost as
sad about that as he was about his dad,
I think; he’s a lover of animals. Gets on
great with Fang.”
- 778 -
heard him.
- 779 -
Chapter 20:
Harry and Higgs
- 780 -
“Not really,” Brown said, grimacing.
Hemsley sighed and put his mitten back
on; Padfoot didn’t think he was overly
warm either, and that the only difference
between him and Brown was that Hems-
ley didn’t complain as much. Brown gave
Padfoot – who was sitting in the snow,
waiting patiently for his human compan-
ions – a sad look, and adjusted his scarf.
Obviously he was wishing he had warm
fur too, and trudged forward through the
snow.
- 781 -
ports would have to be filed, and a report
about the attempted thievery of the phi-
losopher’s stone from Hogwarts would de-
feat the whole purpose of hiding the stone
there in the first place.
- 782 -
days. Any teacher or student would have
been missed, and so it had to be someone
else. And that was exactly what Aurors
were for.
- 783 -
was dark enough to be the afternoon.
- 784 -
robes, and was more tolerant to cold in hu-
man form – thanks to his Animagus form –
but the chilly wind still scraped across his
cheeks and burned his nose, and seemed
to get between the layers of his robes and
cloak.
- 785 -
of course, that Sirius was going on this
trip through the mountains, and that he
wouldn’t make it to the match, but Sirius
had also promised he’d try to stay in touch.
“Hemsley?”
- 786 -
I’ll talk to Harry when we stop next, Siri-
us thought, shrinking back down into Pad-
foot. Immediately, he was warm again – or
rather, not cold – and his nose was flooded
with troll-smell again.
- 787 -
seemed to be watching Harry more than
the pages.
- 788 -
“No,” Ron said. “He had pumpkin juice with
breakfast, and he sort of nibbled on a piece
of toast, but he said he wasn’t hungry, and
then there was Quidditch, and next thing
he’s on the floor of Hagrid’s hut-”
- 789 -
ing it to try to reach Sirius all night, but
hadn’t had any luck. Either Sirius hadn’t
taken it with him, or he was Padfoot and
the mirror was tucked away in the magic
of transformation, and out of reach. It was
unfortunate – because Sirius, as Harry’s
guardian, would want to be there, and be-
cause Sirius was good at working through
these sorts of puzzles, because he had such
a unique perspective on things.
- 790 -
“He’s been confused,” Adrian said, helping
Terrence down onto a bed.
- 791 -
instead of his spoon- I just-” Adrian bit his
lip. “Maybe- I don’t know, he could stay
here for a bit?”
- 792 -
glanced at the three first year Gryffindors,
at Remus, and then back at Adrian and
huffed; she didn’t like visitors very much,
Remus knew, though she’d always seemed
to have a soft spot for the Marauders
when they were visiting Remus. She prob-
ably couldn’t wait for her Hospital Wing
to empty in an hour, when Remus had his
first class of the day, and when Ron, Draco
and Hermione’s History of Magic ended,
and they had a class they’d be missed in
and actually needed to go to.
- 793 -
ers, he didn’t. Harry didn’t stir.
- 794 -
sult her book.
- 795 -
time.
- 796 -
out of the brewing room, smiled tiredly,
and came over. The elves passed the food
over and vanished with a slightly louder
pop that woke Hermione. She yawned and
pushed her hair out of her face, looked em-
barrassed about the small dribble patch
she’d left on Ron’s shoulder - but resolute-
ly did not mention it – and reached for an
apple.
- 797 -
“May I?” Remus asked, drawing his wand.
Terrence nodded slowly. Remus flicked
his wand, murmuring a quick charm that
would tell him if there were any jinxes or
hexes currently acting on Terrence. The
reading came up blank. Not disheart-
ened, Remus cast a charm sensor. A small
white mark appeared, showing a symbol
– a wand movement, to be precise – and
Remus stared at it for a moment.
- 798 -
ed, but not surprised, Remus nodded. “I
think you’ll find that you’re better now…
perhaps just a bit concussed.” He smiled
faintly, but his mind was racing. “We’ll
get Madam Pomfrey to have another look,
in any case.” Remus went to knock on the
matron’s doorframe. She glanced up.
“Confunded?! But-”
- 799 -
cast a frightened look in Harry’s direction.
- 800 -
that looked out into the cold, starry night.
The snitch that has caused them all so
much trouble sat innocently on the desk.
“Lupin brought it back?” he asked.
- 801 -
“Has he awakened?”
- 802 -
usual venom, though. He still harboured
a strong dislike for James Potter, but his
feelings toward the younger Potter were
not nearly so clear; on the one hand, he
loathed the boy for being tangible proof
that Potter had won the battle for Lily’s
heart, and also for being the thing Lily
had died for… on the other hand, howev-
er, Severus had called a truce with Black
that would almost certainly be broken if
he bullied the man’s godson, and, more
importantly, he was one of Draco’s closest
and only friends.
- 803 -
“No,” Severus said stiffly, but it was a lie,
and he thought Dumbledore knew it. Like
and dislike aside, Lily had died for the boy,
and Severus was not about to let that be
for nothing, and have the boy die at elev-
en.
- 804 -
Don’t remind me, Severus thought; his
godson had been amongst them. He’d en-
couraged the boy to embrace his House and
yearmates, and it seemed Draco had done
so wholeheartedly; he was on the way to
becoming as reckless and stupidly brave
as the rest of the Gryffindors, and that
wouldn’t do for a spy at all. But Severus
would deal with that later.
- 805 -
I managed to construct. The Aurors could,
potentially track the ingredients-” Some
were rare enough that it could work. “-to
the poisoner.”
- 806 -
pressed look. “Sorry,” Severus muttered.
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled for the first
time that night.
- 807 -
“I beg your pardon?”
“You’re joking.”
- 808 -
“Perhaps I misinterpreted them.”
- 809 -
The boy was still unconscious, but had
more colour than he had an hour earlier,
and his breathing was stronger, more reg-
ular.
- 810 -
that – to come back, or show signs of be-
ing back, so soon. Severus had expected
– and hoped – that his return would be
years away, when Potter was a grown
man, trained, competent – probably an
Auror like his idiot father and godfather
– not when Potter was a child, and had no
chance at all.
- 811 -
flicked his wand, apparently casting sev-
eral diagnostics of his own. There was a
grim silence as Black read the results, and
then he reached for a chair and lifted him-
self into it. He was wearing thick robes, a
heavy travelling cloak, and mud and snow
was still caked onto the sides of his boots.
Obviously, he’d left wherever he’d been in
a hurry.
- 812 -
“Nothing I recognised.”
- 813 -
“If he’s not awake by the time Draco and
the others return from their last class,
send one of them to fetch me,” Severus
said curtly, “I have better ways to spend
my time.”
- 814 -
Chapter 21:
Denial and desire
- 815 -
and gone straight to Hogwarts. “Anything
here?”
- 816 -
sooner, and it would also give him some
time to think about Harry, or rather, who
would be interested in killing Harry.
- 817 -
it would be the last.
- 818 -
ny blinked and stared at him.
- 819 -
“The- poison? I was- by who? Slytherin?”
Padfoot pushed him back onto the mat-
tress.
- 820 -
at him, for Merlin’s sake; he’s just woken
up-”
- 821 -
Moony?” Padfoot’s voice cracked, and de-
spite how determined he seemed to be,
Harry still thought he cared for Moony’s
approval.
- 822 -
“How does soup sound, Harry?” Moony
asked.
- 823 -
“Do you remember what we talked about?”
Still Padfoot toyed with the thread.
- 824 -
only ones he had of his parents – filled his
ears.
- 825 -
light flashed behind Harry’s eyes again.
“Kiddo-”
- 826 -
“They could have lived!” Harry croaked.
“If all he wanted was- he asked Mum to
stand aside, and she- he- all he wanted
was- No.” And with that, Harry crumpled.
- 827 -
knew the first half; The one with the pow-
er to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...
born to those who have thrice defied him,
born as the seventh month dies... and the
Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but
he will have power the Dark Lord knows
not... and either must die at the hand of
the other for neither can live while the
other survives...”
- 828 -
had, maybe Disarmed him and accidental-
ly won the allegience of his wand in a duel
then that would also, probably, count, and
if they’d have done anything to stop him,
died for the child in the prophecy, maybe,
then that would probably count as a third
time-”
- 829 -
“Neville?”
- 830 -
“Me?” Harry asked. “I- I’m supposed to- to
kill-”
- 831 -
Horcrux-”
- 832 -
“We don’t know,” Padfoot said. “But we
don’t think so.”
- 833 -
Moony looked at his face and reached out
with his free hand… but to grab Padfoot’s
arm, not Harry’s. Harry ran before Moony
realised what was going on.
- 834 -
said, setting the soup down on the table
beside Harry’s empty bed. He dragged Sir-
ius into one of the chairs, and took another
for himself, looking sad. “Give him time,
Sirius. I don’t think I’d handle that news
at my age, and Harry is eleven, Sirius. He
was never going to take it well.”
- 835 -
“Leave me alone,” Harry said.
- 836 -
must look horrible, and that idea was con-
firmed when Blaise’s annoyed expression
faded at once. He looked uncomfortable,
and let Harry go.
- 837 -
“It’s the middle of the night,” Harry said,
“and I don’t really want to see them at the
moment. Any of them.” He didn’t want to
imagine Hermione’s look of piteous horror,
or Ron’s pained worry, or Draco’s genuine
fear, and he certainly didn’t want to see it
in person.
- 838 -
“Have fun,” Harry told him, and stalked
off.
- 839 -
were chipped or rested on uneven legs.
- 840 -
“I don’t want it after you’ve wiped your
half-blood hands all over it,” Blaise said
in a flat, unpassioned voice. “Eat it, Pot-
ter,” he said, and there was feeling in that
statement. More than there had been in
anything Blaise had said to him that term,
in fact. He almost sounded like Blaise Ben-
son.
“Giovanna-”
- 841 -
said, still staring at the chocolate in his
hands. “I don’t have a mother, and I don’t
want a mother, and any cow that thinks
she can just-” He took a deep breath, and
Harry suspected the words that tumbled
out next weren’t entirely deliberate. “She’ll
kill Dad.”
- 842 -
“I’m sorry,” Harry said.
- 843 -
himself. At least he had Padfoot and Moo-
ny to help him. Blaise was up against his
mother with no support, and if he seemed
a little bitter, he was probably perfectly
justified in feeling that way.
- 844 -
Harry said, frowning. Blaise snorted, and
Harry wasn’t sure if he was playing his
role, or if he genuinely thought that. “It
just… it wasn’t the right House for me; I
don’t have the work-ethic, apparently. So
it said Gryffindor, because I’m brave and
stupid,” Harry said, shrugging. “Can’t
say I disagree.” I’ve definitely showed the
stupid part of me tonight, and absolutely
nothing of the brave one. He sighed and
pushed his glasses up.
- 845 -
“Ooh, touchy,” Blaise said, putting his
hands up. But no comments followed. Har-
ry glanced at him, thankful, but confused.
“You look like you’re about to cry,” Blaise
told him.
- 846 -
For a moment, Harry thought he might
apologise, but he just shook his head. “Point
is, she almost told everyone that I’d gone
to school with her. It wouldn’t have taken
a genius to work out one of us was lying,
would it? And then there’d be questions,
and Dad-” His chin came up. “I didn’t like
it, but I’d do it again and I won’t apologise
for that.” Blaise cocked his head. “So what
about you, Evans?”
- 847 -
Sorry.” It was one of the most genuine ex-
pressions Harry had seen on his face since
starting Hogwarts. Harry waved a hand,
not trusting himself to speak. “I don’t know
what’s worse,” he said after a moment, in
a defeated voice. “You, with a dead family
you can’t help, or me, with a father I can
help… but only by becoming the world’s
biggest git… what if I stay this way? What
if I pretend for so long that I stop pretend-
ing?”
- 848 -
pair of them sat there in silence; Blaise
ate his half of his chocolate bar (which he
seemed to have forgotten about while he
was talking) and Harry thought.
- 849 -
“Could you get rid of this?” Blaise asked,
passing Harry the Mars Bar wrapper. “I
can’t risk it falling out of my pocket in the
common room.” Harry took it and put it in
the chest pocket of his hospital wing pyja-
mas. “Thanks,” Blaise said and left.
- 850 -
behind Harry; Dad. Harry thought he
knew what he meant when people said he
looked like James; they looked uncanny in
the mirror, standing side-by side.
- 851 -
again, and looked up at Lily, who planted
a kiss on his smooth, unmarked forehead.
- 852 -
At least he can sleep, Sirius thought. He’d
been fretting that Harry would be sitting,
wide-awake and terrified in a corner of
the castle all night, worrying about Volde-
mort.
- 853 -
As Sirius looked closer, Charlus and Dorea
appeared behind him and James, looking
old, but happy, and Marlene appeared on
Lily’s far side, looking much the same as
she did now. She winked at Sirius through
the mirror, and he stared back, curious.
The last figure to appear, though, was
Regulus. He looked older too, still wiry,
but more filled out that Sirius had ever
known him to be.
- 854 -
ing his shoulder gently. “Padfoot, what-”
- 855 -
“Madam Pomfrey will be awake soon, and
if she finds your bed empty, we’re both
dead.”
- 856 -
Erised, desire?
- 857 -
My child, Remus thought, reaching out to
touch the glass. Such things were impos-
sible, given his condition, but that didn’t
seem to matter inside the mirror; neither
his mirror self, or the child seemed both-
ered by the full moon outside. Sirius ap-
peared behind Remus, tickled the child in
his arms, and then nudged Remus, who
passed the boy to Dora. He and Sirius
crouched into a wolf and a dog – willingly
– and moved toward a door Remus hadn’t
noticed, where a stag was waiting impa-
tiently, its antlers too big to fit through the
door. A red haired woman was stroking
the stag’s nose, laughing as the canines
bounded toward them.
- 858 -
Chapter 22:
Forewarned is forearmed
- 859 -
“He’s a boy,” Albus said softly. “A boy, Sir-
ius-”
- 860 -
arms. “You had your chance with Harry,
with making decisions about what he could
know, and when, and how he would live,
and it didn’t work. Remember the bright
idea that was Petunia and her husband,
Dumbledore?”
- 861 -
“Safe,” Sirius said, curling his lip. “Safe-
ty’s not knowing about his parents? About
magic? Being pushed around by that cous-
in of his, and yelled at by his aunt and un-
cle? He was miserable-”
- 862 -
asked. Sirius’ chin came up.
- 863 -
and about the war-” Sirius gave Albus a
look that made it clear he blamed Albus
– however indirectly – for Harry’s lack of
knowledge on all of those things. “- and I
thought that was enough for him to take
in for the night. And, he was too young,
and he wasn’t in any danger.”
- 864 -
next few years-”
- 865 -
if this is the only attempt for another ten
years, brilliant, but what if it’s not? You
know how Voldemort works, how he uses
people. And I think that Harry would take
this – a bit of stress and worry on his part
– over losing one of his friends.”
- 866 -
ready,” he said, looking across the desk at
Sirius.
- 867 -
that gets in the way of you making the
hard choices.” Albus, who’d thought such
things in his moments of doubt, had no de-
fence, though Sirius seemed to be expect-
ing some.
- 868 -
Albus to the window; the first rays of sun
were just creeping over the stone ledge.
“-one way or the other.”
- 869 -
“Work?” Albus asked. “Perhaps you should
rest, Sirius… return home for a few
hours..?” Sirius gave him an unreadable
look. “Forgive me,” Albus murmured, “it’s
not my place.”
- 870 -
me when I say I want what is best for the
boy.”
- 871 -
disappear into the green flames of the fire-
place in Potter Manor. It was a grand old
house and had served them well; the Or-
der sheltered there after a Death Eater
attack in James and Lily’s seventh year,
and many an Order meeting had been held
there in the years before its destruction.
Despite it being his family home, howev-
er, Albus had always thought the neat lit-
tle cottage in Godric’s Hollow had suited
the young Potter family better.
- 872 -
in this memory, they seemed just as bur-
dened as he’d been.
- 873 -
is desperately searching for the rest. I
have no doubts, whatsoever, about Sirius
and Remus being trustworthy, but I worry
that Voldemort will seek them out, that
they’re in danger now, from-”
- 874 -
They trusted you with Harry, Sirius, Al-
bus thought, so I shall trust you.
- 875 -
chair back to talk to Draco and Hermi-
one at the desk behind Harry’s and his.
“If he says he’s fine, he’s fine.” Hermione
was probably biting her lip, and Draco
was probably scowling, but Harry didn’t
turn around to check. He kept his eyes on
the front, eager for a distraction from the
images from the mirror in that classroom,
and from Padfoot’s voice saying the proph-
ecy. He was yet to share either with his
friends, and had no immediate plans to do
so.
- 876 -
he tipped his chair forward with a quiet
thud. “Could I have your attention please,”
she said, addressing the whole class now.
“We will be making pipes, today-” She
tapped her wand on the blackboard, and
a diagram appeared, as well as several
paragraphs of theory, and, in large block
letters, the incantation. “-from, as you
ought to have guessed, snails. I will not
be walking you through this as I have in
previous lessons. We are almost halfway
through your first year, and I’d like to see
what you can manage so I know how best
to teach in later lessons.”
- 877 -
them to start, and Harry saw Zacharias
Smith’s hand go up. His questions had a
tendency to be sarcastic and occasionally
insulting, so Harry wasn’t surprised when
McGonagall went directly to him instead
of asking him to speak.
- 878 -
“What’d you do?” Ron asked, accepting his
normal looking snail back.
- 879 -
“Now?” he asked.
- 880 -
On the other side of the room, Dean and
Seamus started to laugh, and Neville’s
hand rose slowly into the air. McGona-
gall sighed and went to his aid. Hermione
managed hers about thirty seconds after
she’d gone, and so missed out on points,
and Harry stared at hers – which was
prettily engraved with a leafy pattern -
and at his – which was just plain, smooth
wood. Then he looked at Draco’s and felt
a bit better; Draco, in his frustration, had
tapped the snail too hard, and shattered
its shell. He and Ron were talking in low
voices about how best to fix it; Ron was dig-
ging through his bag for Spellotape, and
Draco was muttering about the repairing
charm. Hermione had put her hand up, ei-
ther to show McGonagall her pipe, or to
get McGonagall’s attention on behalf of
the other two.
- 881 -
working out how to undo his transfigura-
tion.
- 882 -
them.
“What a complete-”
- 883 -
edly. He’d lit his wand and was reading
the signs above each door, obviously look-
ing for the one he needed. He stopped af-
ter about two minutes, in front of a shabby
door – labelled Herbs and Fungi -unlocked
it, and entered. Marlene followed him. In-
side were shelves as high as the ceiling,
and on each shelf were hundreds of boxes,
all filled, Marlene knew, with books and
files and articles from publications – both
magical and non-magical. “I’ve got castor
bean,” Sirius said, consulting the refer-
ence list on the wall. “Do you mind check-
ing meadow saffron?”
- 884 -
reports about poisonings. She grabbed a
handful and started to sift through them,
looking for any that mentioned castor
beans, aconite or hemlock as well.
- 885 -
check the old Auror case files and reports.”
“Supposedly?”
- 886 -
ry is Tom Riddle, talking to Smith, about
some cup or other… supposedly it was sup-
posed to counter the charges against the
house elf, but it was pretty weak evidence-
that’s not important,” Sirius said, looking
agitated. “Point is, Tom Riddle is linked to
a case where three of the four ingredients
used on Harry showed up, and I’ll eat my
Sidekick if that’s a coincidence.” Marlene
took a moment to let that sink in. “Did you
find anything?”
- 887 -
we found the Inferius ritual in… I don’t
know if or how Morton’s death fits into it
all, but whoever attacked Moony and who-
ever attacked Harry and whoever broke
into Gringotts are the same person… and
after reading about that memory…” Chills
crept along Marlene’s hairline, and she
slipped her hand into Sirius’.
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Chapter 23:
Answers and avoidance
- 889 -
and it would explain a lot if he’d been ask-
ing about unicorn blood, phoenix tears
or the stone on Voldemort’s behalf. And
Dumbledore had said he was distracted…
Croaker likely didn’t know how right he’d
been when he’d worried Quirrell was in
over his head with some dark and danger-
ous things.
- 890 -
some point. If they’d been able to get to
the stone before it made it to Hogwarts,
they wouldn’t have needed to worry about
finding a way into the school.
- 891 -
sible Voldemort had been responsible for
that too? It wasn’t his style at all; Sirius
had never known Voldemort to use diver-
sions. Oh, he’d hide, and give orders from
the shadows, but diversions were compli-
cated, and required trusting another par-
ty… no, it wasn’t his style at all. But may-
be that was the point… if it had worked,
brilliant, except it had failed… but, it had
still fulfilled another purpose; it had con-
fused Sirius at the other Aurors.
- 892 -
No matter how Sirius looked at it, he
couldn’t find a way that Morton was in-
volved, and was leaning more and more
toward the fact that the man’s death had
been a horrible accident. He’d certainly
wanted to injure Remus on the platform,
but on Voldemort’s orders…? Sirius doubt-
ed it. It was far more likely that the man
was just horrendously prejudiced.
- 893 -
pull off everything that had been happen-
ing. It was more than the average man or
woman could manage, that was for sure,
but Sirius knew now that there were prob-
ably two – Quirrell and Voldemort – of
them working together, and, given that it
was Voldemort, Sirius wasn’t going to rule
out the possibility that other Death Eat-
ers had been involved as well.
- 894 -
“You can’t access Black’s case files, to see
if anything-”
- 895 -
trainee sessions, and when she’d guarded
him before his trial, but she knew a mon-
ster when she saw one, and Black did not
fit the description at all. The cow across
from her, though…
- 896 -
ly.
- 897 -
“Of course, Madam,” Florence said. She
stood, deposited her full teacup on the
desk, and left.
- 898 -
comfortable. The guards had returned her
first two parcels, worried that Fletcher
might try to strangle himself, the guards
or other prisoners with the blankets – like
a few of the high security prisoners had
done in the past – but he’d signed a good
behaviour form, and was now receiving
the things she sent.
- 899 -
warm slippers and gloves, and had access
to the occasional chocolate frog.
- 900 -
she knew it all backward, but she re-read
it again, just to make sure. She couldn’t go
directly against Umbridge just yet, but an
anonymous tip to Black once she worked
out what had happened to Morton was per-
fectly reasonable, she thought. Then he’d
have solved it and would be praised, in-
stead of having his reputation torn apart
by Florence’s wretched ‘saviour’.
- 901 -
“I’ve been up for hours,” she said airily.
Lyra snorted. “I have; I’m even at the
Ministry, heading over now. I’d have been
there sooner but I got held up.”
- 902 -
sighed, putting up Occlumency walls; it
wouldn’t do to have Donald know why she
was sore and tired.
- 903 -
Snape had been vicious in lessons, taking
points for the most trivial things – Her-
mione’s hand was taking up too much air
space, could she please put it down, Mr
Weasley your hair’s giving me a headache
– but he wasn’t only targeting the Gryffin-
dors. Hydrus lost five points for talking
too loudly, and Daphne lost ten for having
her hair down in a theory lesson. Draco –
Snape’s obvious favourite – lost five points
for asking a question – “Weren’t you pay-
ing attention, Mr Malfoy?” – and then got
ten back at the beginning of next lesson
before the lesson had even begun; all he’d
done was sit next to Harry.
- 904 -
when Ron said, “Yeah, or maybe he’s just
a git.”
- 905 -
mione, even. Flying was of course, anoth-
er favourite of his – even though he had
a lot of opportunities to fly during Quid-
ditch trainings – and Harry was rather
sad when they had their last lesson on the
Thursday before Christmas. He got over
that quickly though, because, as of Satur-
day morning, he was going home.
- 906 -
“Er, yeah, that was the plan,” Harry said,
thrown.
- 907 -
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked.
- 908 -
the conversations. Now that he thought
about it, he couldn’t recall Draco ever
mentioning what his holiday plans were…
though, it was now apparent that he was
planning to stay behind.
- 909 -
Draco didn’t sit with them in the com-
mon room that night; he stayed over by
Fred and George, and went to bed earli-
er than usual; about the time Hermione
usually did. Harry and Ron exchanged a
look, packed up their game of chess, and
headed up to the dormitory. It was empty,
other than for Draco – who’d drawn the
curtains around the bed – because Dean,
Seamus and Neville were still down in the
common room, playing Exploding Snap.
- 910 -
alone,” he said irritably. “Obviously you’re
too thick to have worked that out, but con-
sider this a warning for next time.” Harry
rolled his eyes, and Draco bristled. “What
do you want?”
- 911 -
way, but Ron had siblings, and had prob-
ably seen a fair bit of this before, so Harry
decided to trust him. With a last, troubled
look at Draco’s bed, Harry went to brush
his teeth.
- 912 -
Yeah, and you’d have told her to mind her
own business if she had asked, a voice in
Draco’s head told him.
- 913 -
snoring would be vehemently denied, and
great lengths would be gone to to ensure
the blame fell on someone else. In Gryffin-
dor, no one denied it – it was common for
Longbottom to wake up apologising, or to
apologise before bed, in fact – and the rest
of them took part in good natured teasing
about it.
- 914 -
en asleep.
- 915 -
They were friends, of course, but even Pot-
ter – the friendliest person Draco had ever
met – wouldn’t want him for that long.
- 916 -
light flickered behind them.
- 917 -
Oddly, Potter’s casual response reassured
Draco, rather than making him feel un-
wanted.
“I wasn’t-”
- 918 -
an idiot when you don’t and if we’re going
to make it through these holidays, you’ll
need to be decent company.”
Potter chuckled.
“Hydrus-”
- 919 -
that just proves it even more.” Lucius put
a hand on his son’s shoulder in a rare com-
forting gesture. Though he didn’t say it,
she thought he agreed with Hydrus.
- 920 -
Fix him, you mean, she thought sadly. Lu-
cius had let that phrasing slip a few nights
ago, and Narcissa didn’t think he’d be un-
kind, but she also doubted Draco would
enjoy attempts to fix him. Sirius certainly
hadn’t, after his first term at Hogwarts,
and Draco and Sirius now had a lot more
in common than she’d hoped. It seemed
Draco, too, was now going to avoid his
family at any cost. Narcissa had another
quick look around the crowded platform,
for her son’s platinum head.
- 921 -
“Wait?” Hydrus asked. “I’m tired, and
hungry, and if Draco’s not here now, he’s
not coming.”
- 922 -
ignore the whole thing. “Can’t say I’m sur-
prised; I’m sorry for you loss, Mr and Mrs
Malfoy.” Hydrus’ lip curled.
- 923 -
glanced at the source, and looked away
in disgust and Narcissa followed his gaze;
Lupin had stepped off the train and right
into the rather enthusiastic embrace of
Narcissa’s niece, Nymphadora. “Nice one,
Professor!” a seventh year called.
- 924 -
walked, was Potter’s untidy head and a
red one – probably a Weasley.
- 925 -
toward the barrier – Nymphadora had re-
joined them – and Draco was more visible
now, in the thinning crowd. He was trying
very hard not to be seen, though.
- 926 -
Hufflepuff robes, and was towing a lanky,
brown haired boy – with a rather grue-
some cut on his cheek – toward a group of
four or five uncomfortable looking adults.
Narcissa looked away. The train started to
move back, and Narcissa could see the con-
ductor moving through it, checking each
compartment. “I don’t think he’s coming,”
Lucius said, and then turned and stormed
toward the barrier.
- 927 -
Chapter 24:
Housemates
- 928 -
He was allowed to wear his pyjamas
around the house all day if he wanted to,
and no one talked about mudbloods, or
teased him for acting like a Hufflepuff, or
anything like that.
- 929 -
or a pat on the shoulder; Kreacher was a
lot bolder than Dobby - who Draco missed
rather more than he’d expected - and on
his first morning there, Draco had walked
into the kitchen to see him telling Black
off for sneaking off to see the neighbours
in the middle of the night.
- 930 -
“I asked: what were you doing there in the
middle of the night?”
- 931 -
He still looked half-asleep, but was wo-
ken quickly when Black greeted him with
a loud, cheerful - and, Draco thought, re-
lieved - exclamation of “Moony!”
- 932 -
in general to know that Lupin would be
pursuing that avenue of discussion later.
- 933 -
“Obviously not very hard,” she said, drop-
ping an Exploding Snap card onto the pile.
“I win,” she announced. Harry groaned.
- 934 -
Draco looked at Harry, who said nothing
- though he did give Sirius a curious look -
and Draco had no choice but to follow Sir-
ius out of the room.
- 935 -
to add. “And I’ve got no intention of send-
ing you home, but- I saw how you were on
the platform-”
- 936 -
sumed I was at the Potters’. Yours...”
- 937 -
Sirius a lot of grief in the past, and he’d
only begun to appreciate it in the last year
or so, after the development of their more
or less civil interactions. “Anyway, I’m not
here to try to push you into talking with
anyone you don’t want to, but I do want to
let you know that you’re more than wel-
come to borrow Hedwig, or to use the Floo.”
- 938 -
“I understand,” Sirius said, with a grim
smile.
- 939 -
Sirius and then disappeared into Harry’s
room again.
- 940 -
I was right to come, Sirius thought, nod-
ding to himself. Maybe. It felt like a bit of a
betrayal; he’d certainly have felt betrayed
if someone had done the same to him.
- 941 -
led.
- 942 -
“I appreciate it,” Snape said, looking as if
he’d struggled to say the words. Sirius just
nodded. “May I... ask why Draco hasn’t
contacted me himself?” Snape’s expres-
sion flickered. “Have I... done something,
perhaps?”
- 943 -
heading back... I have three Gryffindor
boys in my house-”
- 944 -
“If you get soot on my carpet, Sirius, I’ll-
mmph.”
- 945 -
up. “Are you staying tonight?”
- 946 -
“I don’t know, Sirius,” she said. “I didn’t
make a very good impression on Harry
when I was guarding him at the Manor,
and he- does he understand that we’re- I
know you told him, but he might not-”
- 947 -
“You’re right,” she said, laughing. “If you
lot in second year was anything to go by,
anyway.” She, of course, hadn’t known
them in first year, because she’d been the
year below them. “I suppose I can’t let you
go into that without backup, can I?”
- 948 -
him toward the fireplace.
- 949 -
room was on the third floor, underneath
Harry’s. All three boys would doubtless
be up early the next morning, wanting to
unwrap presents, and so Sirius thought
Remus ought to take the sleep while he
could get it.
- 950 -
later and spied Marlene. A wide, mischie-
vous grin spread across his face, but Siri-
us beat him to it.
- 951 -
With a shaking hand, he reached out and
read the label on the closest present.
- 952 -
maybe, since you’ve settled in now, that-”
- 953 -
muttered, his ears turning red, when Dra-
co stammered a thank you. Kreacher had
given Draco and Weasley a large box of
gingerbread cut into the shapes of various
magical creatures, and Lupin and Black
had given them both a large, varied collec-
tion of sweets. Draco unwrapped his last
present. “Oh no,” Weasley said, looking
between Draco and Potter.
- 954 -
disliked.
- 955 -
“Great,” Weasley muttered, but looked at
the bludgers on the clock hands, the play-
ers flying in the picture that was the clock’s
face, and the little quaffles and snitches
that marked each hour-line, with interest.
- 956 -
it Charlie at Christmas,” Weasley said.
“Fred and George got ahold of it.” Potter
sniggered. Draco, though, was getting an-
noyed. “Who sent it?” Weasley continued.
“It wasn’t Tonks, was it?”
- 957 -
ing pleased with himself.
- 958 -
first to have a view of the kitchen. Ini-
tially, all he could see was Tonks, who’d
grown reindeer horns, a bright red nose,
and had darkened her skin for the occa-
sion. Bells, hanging around her neck, and
strung along the hems of her robes, and
her sleeves, jingled noisily as she moved.
- 959 -
smile. Black rubbed the back of her hand.
Since Potter seemed surprised, but not
worried by her presence, Draco continued
downstairs and seated himself beside Lu-
pin. Weasley followed, but Potter hesitat-
ed, his eyes on Black. He sat down before
anyone said anything, but he was quiet.
- 960 -
“What a lovely scarf,” Lupin said, smiling
at Draco, who couldn’t help smiling shyly
in response. “And yours as well, Ron.”
- 961 -
“Potter?” Draco asked. Potter snapped his
album shut.
- 962 -
“Exactly,” Draco told him. Potter frowned
for a few seconds, and then, abruptly,
laughed and shook his head.
- 963 -
anne and Ryan from my primary school
did once and they were dating too. But
Padfoot’s not- he and McKinnon are just-
Do you think they’re… together, then? If
they’re holding hands?”
- 964 -
“You could ask him?” Draco suggested.
“Black seems pretty up-front about… well,
everything, so far.”
- 965 -
“What the bloody hell,” Weasley said
shakily, mostly to himself. He obviously
saw Draco’s impatient look, because he
glanced at the doorway, swallowed and
said, “Snape’s here.”
- 966 -
Chapter 25:
Cloak and cub
- 967 -
Severus lingered behind him, dark eyes
looking nowhere but at Draco.
- 968 -
“It occurred to me,” Draco said. “I just
didn’t like the idea overly much, so-”
- 969 -
“Visiting you,” Severus said, rolling his
eyes. “I’d have thought that would be ob-
vious.”
“Wh-”
- 970 -
the red and white striped man on the cov-
er. “What’s-”
- 971 -
it with Potter’s owl the night before. “I
should be on my way.” Draco gave him a
curious look. “I have the staff Christmas
party, and I made the mistake of telling
the Headmaster I would attend.”
“Sir, my parents-”
- 972 -
mouthed.
- 973 -
just trusted him in the first place. Lupin
went with Severus to the staff party, and
Tonks and McKinnon went off to do Auror
things, so it was only Draco, Potter, Weas-
ley, Black and Kreacher around the house
for most of the day.
- 974 -
Potter was distracted by that for another
two days; whenever McKinnon was around,
he’d be lurking near Black, looking and lis-
tening for evidence, and he even recruited
Draco and Weasley to listen from the cor-
ner of the kitchen while Black and McK-
innon talked late one night over tea; they
were under the cloak the entire time, and
the only thing they learned was that Au-
ror Moody was going to retire when Tonks
made it through, and that Black was busy
looking at old Death Eater names to find
any potential accomplices of a man called
Quirrell.
- 975 -
all books. Weasley received a puzzle book
about chess, Potter got one about the his-
tory of the broomstick, and Draco’s was an
updated edition of Hogwarts: A History.
They spent Granger’s visit playing card
and board games – magical ones, that
Potter had around the house, and muggle
ones that Granger had brought from her
house.
- 976 -
and Dad, and he’d been trying not to miss
them too much.
- 977 -
“This is where Padfoot grew up,” Harry
said, nudging George. His mouth had fall-
en open, and he and Fred had started to
examine the house with the same rever-
ence Ron had seen on Percy when their
family had visited a museum of magical
history.
- 978 -
ideas,” Professor Lupin said, chuckling at
Mr Black. “You’ve got quite a record on
your own-” Fred and George glowed with
pride. “-and you three – and Hermione –
seem to get into enough trouble without
even trying.”
- 979 -
“Have you said it?” Black asked. “That’s
the only way to know for sure-”
- 980 -
mauld, when everyone rose early anyway,
but Ron doubted Seamus, Dean or Neville
would be happy when the clock went off at
ten to six on a Saturday morning. “It’s not
coming to school.” Harry sniggered into
his tea.
- 981 -
carpet. Then, he reached for his father’s
cloak, which was tucked into the pocket
of his jeans, and pulled it over his head.
Then, skipping the step that squeaked,
Harry made his slow way down the last
few flights, and peered around the corner.
- 982 -
into the hallway, and to his horror, the
cloak fell off. Padfoot, who’d been grin-
ning, jumped and turned around.
- 983 -
“The trouble we got up to with this…” Pad-
foot murmured, his voice sounding rather
thick. “Where did you find it? I thought it
was gone-”
- 984 -
thing,” Harry said.
“Pardon?”
- 985 -
fore-” Harry felt his face heat up again.
- 986 -
“Harry!” Moony called. “Is this your trunk
blocking the stairs?” Padfoot chuckled and
Harry grinned at him and hurried back
upstairs to move it.
- 987 -
them; he’d seen them so many times it was
a wonder he wasn’t reciting it in his sleep.
He’d finished it – or thought he had – over
the Christmas break, but it hadn’t worked
when he’d tried it in Moony’s office on the
second day back at school. He’d been go-
ing over it in the month since, double and
triple checking his grammar and spelling,
and was fairly sure he had it right, now,
but hadn’t had a chance to test it.
- 988 -
rambled his way through his incantation.
“Oi, One, it’s just Potter-”
- 989 -
sitive ears as much as the panicked cries
of the other three.
- 990 -
posed to make him say what he was think-
ing, like the others we got before,” George
said. Harry could smell his panic, all hot
and prickly, and oddly contagious. Harry
wrinkled his nose, and whined again.
- 991 -
change back… It didn’t take long for Har-
ry to reach the horrifying conclusion that
he didn’t know how; he’d always assumed
that Padfoot or Moony would be there with
him, to supervise, and help him. Padfoot
just changes… Harry thought. Change. He
waited for a few seconds. Change? he tried
again, trying to remember what it felt like
to have arms and legs and a human body,
and no tail and no fur… This is bad, Harry
thought, when nothing happened.
- 992 -
came out as an odd, growling yelp, and
Draco backed off, looking a bit frightened.
- 993 -
Harry tried to remember what floor he
was on. He was jealous that Padfoot could
remain so focused when he transformed.
Harry was struggling to process all the
sounds and smells and wolf-things, and
was forgetting human ones in the process.
Third floor. I was on the third floor. He
nodded to himself. Moony’s office was just
downstairs.
- 994 -
“Potter,” Draco said exasperatedly, mov-
ing after him. George though, had drawn
his wand with a grimace, and was point-
ing it in Harry’s direction. Danger, Har-
ry’s human and wolf sides thought, and
instinct kicked in. He sprung to his feet,
hackles rising, and bolted around the cor-
ner. He heard someone swear, and heard
footsteps. He had to check once that they
weren’t right behind him, because the
sound was so clear. It was very disconcert-
ing. He skidded down the stairs, bowling
over a pair of second year Ravenclaws,
who shrieked, but given Fred and George
were behind Harry, they’d – hopefully –
assume it was a prank.
- 995 -
Harry, though, was so filled with relief that
a familiar face was there – even if it was
human – and was so comforted by the fact
that that face also smelled wolfish that he
jumped on Moony as soon as he was close
enough. Moony, having not turned until
the last moment, fell over. Some embar-
rassingly happy whines escaped Harry’s
throat, and he even licked Moony once or
twice.
- 996 -
“They saw?” Moony murmured, and Harry
whimpered. Moony’s scent grew exasper-
ated – an interesting smell, all thick and
it came in large, overwhelming clouds.
“Dare I ask what happened?”
- 997 -
Finite? Harry thought. All I have to do is
think- But it had already worked; Harry
grimaced as his hipbones moved, and his
legs grew, and paws elongated, and as his
tail shrank into nothing. Some part of him
was relieved to notice he was still wearing
his robes, but the rest of him was just sore.
- 998 -
ed look, however, and said, “but, if I hear
you’ve tried this spell again, I’ll be very
disappointed… human transfiguration is
not something to fool around with.” They
nodded quickly, and Moony smiled at
them. “Harry should be back in the com-
mon room after dinner.”
- 999 -
the Floo roared, and then sneezed several
times as Padfoot shook ash off his robes
and out of his hair, and came over, still
stinking of fire.
- 1000 -
“I did it,” Harry said hoarsely. “I changed.”
- 1001 -
moons must be like for Moony. It must
have shown on his face, because Moony
shrugged in a helpless sort of way.
- 1002 -
puts it off, the harder it’ll be. None of the
books tell you that… remember Peter?”
Moony made a face.
- 1003 -
Chapter 26:
The dragon
- 1004 -
only had one other try, some weeks later,
in Moony’s office.
- 1005 -
Not that his human self was quite the
same, though; since transforming, Harry
had noticed a difference with his sight; his
vision without his glasses had improved
slightly, but he’d also noticed reds and
greens appeared more washed out than
they had before, and that yellows, blues
and purples were more pronounced. More
noticeable, however, were the improve-
ments to his scent and hearing.
- 1006 -
were feeling, and impossible to be any-
where lower than the third floor without
catching a whiff of the kitchens and feel-
ing hungry as a result.
- 1007 -
nient to hear Ron shouting his name from
the other end of a corridor, and amusing
to hear Draco mutter to himself, Harry
found himself overhearing all sorts of in-
teresting and embarrassing tidbits from
students in the corridors. Quite a lot of
it, he didn’t feel like he had any right to
know, and tried his best to forget about.
- 1008 -
friends, either; while Ron would think it
was cool, Hermione would probably be
protest at the illegality of it all, and Draco
would probably be offended Harry hadn’t
thought to share it earlier, particularly
since Draco had been there the first time.
He was equally torn between wanting to
tell them, and being terrified by how they’d
respond. Thankfully, though, while they’d
noticed the sneezing and headaches as
Harry adjusted, they’d had other things
on their minds, which gave Harry time to
work out how to broach the topic.
- 1009 -
rauder’s Map to avoid his brother; Harry
didn’t begrudge him that at all, after all,
he was the one that had worked out the
parchment even was a map, though Harry
rather suspected Fred and George might
have helped him along.
- 1010 -
Hermione helped Ron too, in her own
way, by providing company; with Draco
dodging the Slytherins, and off with Fred
and George, and Harry trying to wrap
his head around being an Animagus, and
being dragged off to Quidditch by Wood,
and Hermione off studying, Ron had been
feeling a little neglected. Hermione had
valiantly taken him under her wing, and
while Ron later grumbled – though rath-
er good-naturedly – about the hours he’d
been forced to endure in the library, Harry
thought it had done both of them good; un-
der Ron’s influence, Hermione had settled
in regards to study – admittedly only mar-
ginally, but it was still more than Harry
had ever managed with her – and Ron had
gained a firmer grasp of the theory side of
their school work.
- 1011 -
even from his own reading, Harry didn’t
know, but Ron was level with Draco – and
above Harry – when it came to magical the-
ory, though Harry still outstripped both of
them when it came to pure, practical abil-
ity, and in Defence and Transfiguration,
he tended to do better than Hermione as
well.
- 1012 -
and Draco had been planning to stay at
Grimmauld Place again. Unfortunate-
ly, however, his brother spotted him on
the platform, and Mr Malfoy was over so
quickly Harry thought he’d Apparated.
Draco winced, and his scent tangled itself
up in a strange ball of so many conflicting
things that Harry had to rub his nose and
turn away for a moment.
- 1013 -
“Let me help you with that,” Mr Malfoy
said, taking Draco’s trunk. “Say goodbye
to Mr Potter; Dobby’s expecting us for din-
ner.”
- 1014 -
shoulder, and led him toward the barrier.
“Where’s Draco?”
- 1015 -
“Marly’s looking,” Padfoot told her. Tonks
grew several inches anyway, so that she
could look over the crowd.
- 1016 -
“Here they come,” she said, mouth twitch-
ing. Padfoot chuckled. Because he was
shorter, Harry had to wait a few moments
to see, but when he did, he couldn’t help but
laugh. Ron and Ginny laughed too, though
Mrs Weasley’s face darkened; Moony had
a one hand on Fred’s shoulder and one on
George’s shoulder, and was politely, but
firmly leading them through the crowds to
where the others waited.
- 1017 -
“What have you done!?” Mrs Weasley
cried, marching forward. “I’m terribly sor-
ry, Remus- Oh, look what you’ve done to
your robes!” Fred passed Ginny to George,
who pushed her back toward the others,
and out of the range of Mrs Weasley’s ire.
- 1018 -
his great surprise – and apparently that
of everyone else gathered, Mrs Weasley
threw her hands up in the air and rushed
forward to hug them both at once. Fred
and George exchanged bewildered looks
behind her back, but seemed relieved they
weren’t going to be yelled at.
- 1019 -
“I’ll write,” Ron said, “so we can organise
something.”
- 1020 -
found a solution; he and Padfoot trans-
formed and went across the road to the
park – Harry had been so excited and dis-
tracted that he was almost run over by a
bicycle – and Moony threw sticks and balls
for them to chase. Harry didn’t find either
sticks or balls very exciting toys – he sur-
prised himself by wishing for a rabbit or
something similar, and then repressed
that at once - but the competition with
Padfoot made it fun.
- 1021 -
he was still reliant on his incantation to
transform.
- 1022 -
the pain had subsided into a dull itch, and
tried to commit as much of the dream as
he could to memory, so that he could tell
Padfoot in the morning; Harry’s scar had
only ever burned when Voldemort was
somehow involved.
- 1023 -
in a good mood) Draco. The Burrow had a
very lived in, very warm and welcoming
feel to it, smelled like fresh baked bread
and the tingly smell he’d come to associate
with magic, and Harry liked it at once.
- 1024 -
“Does it hurt them?” Harry asked.
- 1025 -
“I don’t,” Ginny said.
“No, I didn’t.”
- 1026 -
nearby bush. Ginny burst out laughing,
and Harry could hear Ron swearing on the
other side of the garden.
- 1027 -
Charlie at Christmas, obviously, but it
was odd not having everyone there.” She
was silent for a few moments, and then
said, “I got to see a dragon, though!”
- 1028 -
“Yeah,” Ginny said, and showed him the
burn scar on her palm, as proof. Harry
winced. “They’re not very friendly.”
- 1029 -
inside to help Mrs Weasley with lunch,
he got up to help get rid of the last few
gnomes. He was nursing a few bite marks
on his hands and shins by the end of it,
though none had broken the skin, and he
forgot all about them when Mrs Weasley
put a plate of toasted sandwiches down on
the table.
- 1030 -
though he supposed Draco – who’d spent
the last few months attempting to avoid
letters from his parents – wouldn’t have
had much use for it at all. It certainly
hadn’t been at Grimmauld over Christ-
mas, and Harry wondered if it had been
at the Owlery, or if it had been living at
the Manor. Either way, the owl didn’t
seem impressed at all, and ignored Hed-
wig when she clicked her beak at it.
- 1031 -
“Fine,” Draco said, not looking at them.
Harry and Ron exchanged troubled glanc-
es.
- 1032 -
Hydrus came looking for Draco at one
point, but Blaise – who was with him –
managed to distract him and get him out
of the compartment fairly quickly. Blaise
left after him, with a nod and very, very
faint smile at Harry. Moony dropped by
as well, to steal a chocolate frog, and say
hello to the others, and before long, they
were climbing out onto the platform, and
lining up for the carriages.
- 1033 -
they walked into the Entrance Hall, and
she wasn’t alone. Harry felt a prickle of
unease at the sight of Morton behind her
– Morton had always made his dislike
of muggleborns very clear – but Morton
looked just as panicked as Hermione, so
clearly their interests were aligned, at
least for the moment.
- 1034 -
“He’s got a dragon,” Morton moaned. “He
got an egg somewhere a few days ago,
apparently, but he’s gone and hatched it
now! Hatched it! A dragon, at the school!
A dragon in his little wooden hut! What
was he thinking?!”
- 1035 -
Chapter 27:
A letter to Charlie
- 1036 -
“All right? Morton said. “No, it’s not all
right! What do we do?”
- 1037 -
sleeve.
- 1038 -
“Well, you sound like you’ve got that un-
der control,” Morton said, watching Harry
with interest. “Let me know when it’s done,
so I can visit Hagrid again, all right?”
“You’re not-”
- 1039 -
Harry reluctantly allowed himself to be
drawn into a conversation about Quid-
ditch, which lasted until the food appeared.
Then, with the others distracted, he was
able to turn back toward his friends.
- 1040 -
hissed. “Dear Ron, how are you? I’m good,
but guess what I found out; Hagrid’s keep-
ing a baby dragon in his hut! From Hermi-
one. What if it was intercepted?”
- 1041 -
It was the first time Harry had tried to fit
more than one person under it, but with a
bit of squeezing, the cloak covered the four
of them comfortably. Pleased, but not sur-
prised, Harry realised it had probably cov-
ered all four Marauders once upon a time.
- 1042 -
fifth floor, “Ron, that was my foot!”
- 1043 -
door opened a tiny bit, and one of Ha-
grid’s eyes appeared in the crack. Then,
he beamed and pulled the door open.
- 1044 -
covered in scratch and scorch marks. Har-
ry exchanged a look with Draco, who gri-
maced.
- 1045 -
“Fluffy?” Harry asked, looking around. He
half expected ‘Fluffy’ – whatever that was
– to wander out from behind the table,
or under Hagrid’s bed. The only one that
moved, however, was Fang, who rolled
over to allow Draco to scratch his stomach.
- 1046 -
and Ron moved back so that Harry could
come forward. There, lying in the fire, was
the dragon Norbert.
- 1047 -
as a broomstick by the end of the week.”
- 1048 -
“I’ll wait fer him to get a bit bigger,” Ha-
grid said, as if that was obvious. “Make
sure he can hold his own against the other
creatures, an’ all.”
- 1049 -
a job with dragons. “I’m sure they’d love to
have Norbert.”
- 1050 -
Draco’s last statement seemed to have
reached Hagrid, though; he looked trou-
bled, and sad – almost nostalgic, Harry
thought – and he wrung his hands, and
gave the fire a sad look. Norbert had
crawled out, and was trailing ash along
the wooden floor as he made his way over
to Ron. Ron stood very, very still as Nor-
bert’s tongue darted out to touch his shoe.
- 1051 -
scuttled after him. Hagrid gave him a fond
look.
- 1052 -
of time with Hydrus, apparently grooming
him for the next Quidditch season.
- 1053 -
no small amount of trepidation. Fang had
hidden under Hagrid’s bed.
- 1054 -
the process – while Harry cleared the table
so that Ron and Draco could fix the table-
cloth. After that, they talked some more;
Hagrid told them, in a rather low voice,
that one of the unicorns had been killed
over the Easter break. Thankfully, while
they talked, Norbert dozed off in the coals
again, and didn’t cause any more trouble.
- 1055 -
grid, it’s after curfew, and we’ve got class-
es tomorrow.” Hagrid was very apologetic
as he bade them goodnight, and told them
to blame him if a Prefect caught them.
Harry knew though, and suspected the
others were thinking the same, that men-
tioning Hagrid could result in Norbert be-
ing found, and so there was no way they’d
risk that.
- 1056 -
ridor, his mind jumping from thought to
suspicion to emotion to memory to worry
to thought too quickly for him to keep up.
Occlumency and rationality had kept the
worst at bay, but it was the small things
that were niggling him… and those small
things had a tendency to accumulate.
Severus scowled and folded his sleeves
to the middle of his forearm. If someone
looked, they’d see the faintest tinge of the
black of his Dark Mark, but most of the
people Severus was likely to encounter at
this hour of the night would be so terrified
to see him that they wouldn’t care what
was on his arm.
- 1057 -
hoped… and things had been quiet ever
since, at least until the holidays; Severus
didn’t think it was a coincidence that his
Dark Mark had twinged the night before
the unicorn was discovered, dead, on the
outskirts of the forest.
- 1058 -
but wasn’t sharing them.
- 1059 -
Then there was Draco himself… Sever-
us shook his head. Draco had progressed
better than even Severus had dared hope,
and had fought his way free of his family
and found his way to acceptance amongst
his Gryffindor classmates. Potter was im-
possibly slow at times, Weasley rather un-
couth and Granger insufferable, but Dra-
co could do worse as far as friends went.
Severus would even say he approved. Dra-
co’s relationship with the Weasley twins
was cause for worry, but Severus would
deal with it when it became an issue and
not before; he trusted Draco enough to
grant him that.
- 1060 -
only letter he’d had from Draco during
the break – saying that Draco’s plans had
changed, and that he’d be at the Manor for
the holidays instead.
- 1061 -
son – though whether she showed that ex-
ternally was another matter – Lucius had
certainly been troubled. He would, doubt-
less, have tried to ‘fix’ Draco, at the first
opportunity.
- 1062 -
have appeared as a wall – blocking him,
but still there. Oddly, though, Severus
found nothing; no noise and no block, but
he knew something was there.
- 1063 -
chase was on.
- 1064 -
together.
- 1065 -
ing.” Potter nodded eagerly. “Harry want-
ed to practice, and we lost track of time.”
- 1066 -
down into one of the common room arm-
chairs and buried his head in his hands.
He looked tired and angry, but not upset…
not like Hermione, who was sobbing into
her hands on the couch. Malfoy gave her a
wary look and sat down as far from her as
possible. Ron sighed and went to pat Her-
mione on the back.
- 1067 -
cloak on his lap. Next to Ron, Hermione
sighed. “I just don’t know why he was so
angry. Ten points would be fair, twenty’s
tough but we were out late, but fifty…? It
seems extreme, even for Snape.”
- 1068 -
long after. “Or whatever killed it, I mean.
Hagrid said whatever it was would have
to be pretty dark…” Harry’s expression
spasmed and some of the colour drained
from his face.
- 1069 -
“Now?” Hermione asked. “Harry, you
heard Snape, we’d lose a hundred points if
we’re caught!”
- 1070 -
ry swelled slightly, and Ron half expected
him to start shouting. Instead, he let out a
gusty breath.
“Fine,” he said.
- 1071 -
Blaise.” Ron glanced at Harry, eyebrows
raised.
- 1072 -
lowed Malfoy upstairs. Harry went to the
bathroom, Malfoy began to dig through his
trunk, and Ron yawned and found himself
parchment and a quill.
Dear Charlie…
- 1073 -
Chapter 28:
The best laid plans
- 1074 -
that whatever it was the unicorn had died
for was Dark, and so not likely to be in the
easily accessed books in the library. They
were taking turns using the cloak to sneak
into the Restricted Section, and Hermione
and Ron had gone off to do just that; Har-
ry’d already found something promising.
“How were your holidays?”
- 1075 -
“Why don’t you tell anyone?” Harry asked,
looking up. He pushed his slipping glass-
es back up his nose. “I wasn’t joking last
term when I said Padfoot would be happy
to-”
“But-”
- 1076 -
“You need bad memories to be affected by
Dementors,” Blaise said, rather bitterly.
“I don’t think she has bad memories, the
stupid cow. So unless you’re offering to kill
her, then just leave it.”
“But-”
- 1077 -
“How was the rest of your train ride?” Har-
ry asked instead. “Thanks for dealing with
Hydrus, by the way.” Blaise shrugged, his
expression becoming difficult to read.
- 1078 -
before saying, “They’re not all bad; Davis
and Nott are all right, though I haven’t
made my mind up about Bulstrode yet…
Morton’s… I can’t say I like the kid, but
I’ve dealt with worse…. Greengrass is a
piece of work.”
- 1079 -
buried in her book within seconds. Harry
grimaced at Blaise, who waved a hand.
- 1080 -
“I was talking,” Harry said, a little guiltily;
he was the one that had dragged Ron and
Hermione to the library with him, to work
out the importance of unicorns, and so far,
he was the one that had done the least
to help. Ron just shook his head, though,
smelling exasperated rather than angry,
and opened his tome to the contents.
- 1081 -
at his desk, wishing for a butterbeer, or
better yet, a quick mouthful of Ogden’s.
Unfortunately, he had Draco and the rest
of the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years
after lunch, and Severus also wasn’t the
sort to drink during the day, if he could help
it. He knew what Draco was going to ask,
though; he was going to demand answers
about last night, and all the points Sever-
us had taken from him and his friends.
- 1082 -
“Let me guess,” Severus said, trying to
keep his face impassive. “You’d like those
points back?” Draco gave him a very cold
look – one that Narcissa would have been
proud of, Severus thought – and shook his
head.
- 1083 -
“Draco, enough,” Severus said, holding up
a hand. Draco fell into a sullen silence,
but there was a gleam in his grey eyes
that gave Severus the impression that he
was rather pleased with himself. Severus
curled his lip.
- 1084 -
us who flinched. Draco always addressed
him as ‘sir’. “So I thought I’d ask first, and
then decide my course of action, based on
what I learn.” Draco clasped his hands in
his lap, and for the first time, Severus had
a glimpse of the man his godson could be-
come… a very, very dangerous one.
- 1085 -
lievable story, by staring at Draco, as if
assessing him. Draco struggled with eye
contact more that he had before the Eas-
ter break, and Severus had to repress his
curiosity.
- 1086 -
Lupin and I don’t talk terribly often.”
Draco absorbed that in silence. He looked
thoughtful, and Severus suppressed a sigh
of relief; clearly, Draco had believed him.
“And speaking of, we haven’t spoken prop-
erly, for quite some time…” Draco looked
up at him. “How was your stay at the Man-
or?” Severus asked.
- 1087 -
stand.
- 1088 -
Draco shook his head. “Potions starts in
half an hour,” Severus said. “Perhaps you
should make a quick trip to the Great
Hall. I won’t have your rumbling disrupt
my class, am I understood?”
- 1089 -
fingers through his hair – which felt al-
most as good as an ear-scratch when he
was Padfoot – sighed.
“Nothing else?”
“But?”
- 1090 -
him even less now that he’d learned his
official job was to execute magical crea-
tures the Ministry deemed threatening…
creatures like Remus, if the Ministry ever
decided he was a threat. Macnair was one
of the few people actually authorised to
use a Killing Curse, but from what Sirius
had heard, his weapon of choice was not a
spell, but a very heavy, very sharp axe.
“Was he paid?”
- 1091 -
guess no; if it is Voldemort, then Mac-
nair’d be happy to do the old git a favour,
free of charge.” Sirius made to stand, so
that he could pace, but Marlene put her
hands on his shoulders to keep him in his
chair. Sirius let her hold him there. “This
case has been going for almost a year,” he
said, frustrated. “And every time I think
I’ve reached a breakthrough, something
else gets in the way.”
- 1092 -
and Moony too. And Harry’s not ready-
he can’t- he’s too young to have to wor-
ry about- I don’t want that monster any-
where near Lily and James’ son, not if I
can help it… and at the moment, I can’t.
I’m one step behind, and I’m terrified I’ll
miss something, and that’ll be it-”
- 1093 -
When he thought he was feeling a bit bet-
ter, he gently slipped out of her hug, and
sat down again. Marlene, still perched on
the desk, watched him, looking troubled.
- 1094 -
“Can you recite that without looking, yet?”
she asked, rolling her eyes.
- 1095 -
to stupid and unprepared criminals, rath-
er than people that knew what they were
doing, and liked it even less when Harry –
along with the stone - was the target.
- 1096 -
been back at school for two days, but Sirius
had learned not to underestimate Harry’s
luck (which seemed to put him in harm’s
way on a regular basis, but had, thus far,
kept him from being hurt too badly).
- 1097 -
think they killed it for blood. Do you- do
you know what unicorn blood does?”
- 1098 -
aging it, all right?”
- 1099 -
Harry didn’t appear to have heard.
“The wha-”
- 1100 -
“That’s all I can say,” Sirius said. “But you
can work it out from there. Harry.” Harry
looked at him, frowning. “Promise me you
won’t go looking for the stone, or Volde-
mort, or do anything silly. Promise.”
- 1101 -
out of Hogwarts.
- 1102 -
Harry guessed.
- 1103 -
“Oh, brilliant; your godfather tells you
things,” Draco said, looking put out.
- 1104 -
he come after you, then? He already has
once- well, twice if you include when you
were a baby.”
- 1105 -
“It’s fine,” Harry said. “I just- I’ll under-
stand if you want to keep your distance
until we know for certain where he is and
what he’s planning-”
- 1106 -
oblivious as you, I suppose it’ll have to be
me.” Harry stared at him, and a slow an-
swering smile spread across his face. Ron
was grinning, and Hermione looked like
she might cry.
- 1107 -
Harry said. Hermione looked relieved.
“Moony’s a teacher, so he won’t get in trou-
ble if he’s caught, and I can give him the
cloak to cover Norbert, and the map, so he
can be quick about it.”
- 1108 -
gold glitter. Every teacher snapped to at-
tention, and with a quick flick of his wrist,
Remus’ work was done.
- 1109 -
lately… the children might not know why,
but they’re not blind. It might be good for
everyone to have a laugh, and Gryffindor
really can’t afford to lose any more points.”
McGonagall glanced at the tables, and her
nostrils ceased their flaring.
- 1110 -
At lunchtime, that same day, Remus was
again next to McGonagall, and the Huf-
flepuffs were slightly less shimmery –
having trailed their glitter all over the
castle during the morning. Remus almost,
but not quite, felt a pang of sympathy for
Filch.
- 1111 -
“About an hour after breakfast I just start-
ed to feel… well, feel ill,” she decided.
- 1112 -
and blew her nose loudly in a tartan hand-
kerchief.
- 1113 -
“An early night,” McGonagall agreed, look-
ing relieved. She played with her soup for a
few more minutes before she stood and left
the hall. Remus saw Hermione watching
her, and then watched Hermione nudge
Harry. Harry gave Remus a thumbs up.
- 1114 -
Hermione had vacated a few minutes ear-
lier; it hadn’t taken them long to work out
that whatever it was the unicorn had died
for was Dark, and so not likely to be in the
easily accessed books in the library. They
were taking turns using the cloak to sneak
into the Restricted Section, and Hermione
and Ron had gone off to do just that; Har-
ry’d already found something promising.
“How were your holidays?”
- 1115 -
relief. “But he’s alive, which is what mat-
ters…”
- 1116 -
“But-”
“But-”
- 1117 -
going badly wrong.
- 1118 -
“Please,” Blaise sneered, and then paused
before saying, “They’re not all bad; Davis
and Nott are all right, though I haven’t
made my mind up about Bulstrode yet…
Morton’s… I can’t say I like the kid, but
I’ve dealt with worse…. Greengrass is a
piece of work.”
- 1119 -
Hermione gave Blaise a rather frosty look,
and chose another chair. Her head was
buried in her book within seconds. Harry
grimaced at Blaise, who waved a hand.
- 1120 -
“Found anything?” Ron asked Harry.
- 1121 -
at his desk, wishing for a butterbeer, or
better yet, a quick mouthful of Ogden’s.
Unfortunately, he had Draco and the rest
of the Gryffindor and Slytherin first years
after lunch, and Severus also wasn’t the
sort to drink during the day, if he could help
it. He knew what Draco was going to ask,
though; he was going to demand answers
about last night, and all the points Sever-
us had taken from him and his friends.
- 1122 -
“Let me guess,” Severus said, trying to
keep his face impassive. “You’d like those
points back?” Draco gave him a very cold
look – one that Narcissa would have been
proud of, Severus thought – and shook his
head.
- 1123 -
“Draco, enough,” Severus said, holding up
a hand. Draco fell into a sullen silence,
but there was a gleam in his grey eyes
that gave Severus the impression that he
was rather pleased with himself. Severus
curled his lip.
- 1124 -
us who flinched. Draco always addressed
him as ‘sir’. “So I thought I’d ask first, and
then decide my course of action, based on
what I learn.” Draco clasped his hands in
his lap, and for the first time, Severus had
a glimpse of the man his godson could be-
come… a very, very dangerous one.
- 1125 -
lievable story, by staring at Draco, as if
assessing him. Draco struggled with eye
contact more that he had before the Eas-
ter break, and Severus had to repress his
curiosity.
- 1126 -
Lupin and I don’t talk terribly often.”
Draco absorbed that in silence. He looked
thoughtful, and Severus suppressed a sigh
of relief; clearly, Draco had believed him.
“And speaking of, we haven’t spoken prop-
erly, for quite some time…” Draco looked
up at him. “How was your stay at the Man-
or?” Severus asked.
- 1127 -
stand.
- 1128 -
Draco shook his head. “Potions starts in
half an hour,” Severus said. “Perhaps you
should make a quick trip to the Great
Hall. I won’t have your rumbling disrupt
my class, am I understood?”
- 1129 -
was Padfoot – sighed.
“Nothing else?”
“But?”
- 1130 -
tures the Ministry deemed threatening…
creatures like Remus, if the Ministry ever
decided he was a threat. Macnair was one
of the few people actually authorised to
use a Killing Curse, but from what Sirius
had heard, his weapon of choice was not a
spell, but a very heavy, very sharp axe.
“Was he paid?”
- 1131 -
free of charge.” Sirius made to stand, so
that he could pace, but Marlene put her
hands on his shoulders to keep him in his
chair. Sirius let her hold him there. “This
case has been going for almost a year,” he
said, frustrated. “And every time I think
I’ve reached a breakthrough, something
else gets in the way.”
- 1132 -
ry about- I don’t want that monster any-
where near Lily and James’ son, not if I
can help it… and at the moment, I can’t.
I’m one step behind, and I’m terrified I’ll
miss something, and that’ll be it-”
- 1133 -
sat down again. Marlene, still perched on
the desk, watched him, looking troubled.
- 1134 -
she asked, rolling her eyes.
- 1135 -
doing, and liked it even less when Harry –
along with the stone - was the target.
- 1136 -
luck (which seemed to put him in harm’s
way on a regular basis, but had, thus far,
kept him from being hurt too badly).
- 1137 -
“Yes, I know,” Sirius said, mind racing.
What was he supposed to say now?
- 1138 -
“All right,” Harry said.
- 1139 -
“So he wants something else… he’s wait-
ing.” Harry’s eyes, brilliantly, piercingly
green, stared through the mirror and at
Sirius. Lily was there, in the shape and
colour and warmth of the eyes, but there
was a lot there that was stubborn and re-
signed and alert and entirely Harry. “Isn’t
he?” Sirius nodded. “What for?”
“The wha-”
- 1140 -
looked at him, frowning. “Promise me you
won’t go looking for the stone, or Volde-
mort, or do anything silly. Promise.”
- 1141 -
“It’s a good plan,” Sirius said, “or as good
as it can be, given the circumstances…
But kiddo, I think there might be a slight-
ly better, slightly less risky way to do it.”
- 1142 -
Voldemort, settled into Harry’s mind with
complete certainty.
- 1143 -
“Secondly,” Harry continued in a slightly
louder, but still quiet voice, “it’s in dan-
ger.” Harry stared at his friends’ faces.
“Voldemort’s after it.” All three of the oth-
ers flinched – Hermione’s was more out of
surprise, but both Ron and Draco twitched
as if they’d been hit with a stinging hex.
- 1144 -
“It’s possible,” Harry said.
- 1145 -
“Don’t be silly,” Hermione said.
- 1146 -
she might cry.
- 1147 -
can be quick about it.”
- 1148 -
nodded back. Harry grinned and turned
to Draco, who was receiving enthusias-
tic back-pats from Ron. Remus shook his
head.
- 1149 -
“I suppose,” she said stiffly, but her face
softened; Gryffindor table was laughing,
as were most of the Slytherins, and more
Ravenclaws were laughing than not. And,
the beauty of the target having been Huf-
flepuff was that most of them were laugh-
ing too; all of the other Hufflepuffs were
in the same situation, and Hufflepuffs
weren’t proud or tetchy enough to flare up
over something that hadn’t actually hurt
or embarrassed them. McGonagall took
a sip from her goblet, and Remus looked
away from her, and focused on his plate
instead.
- 1150 -
Filch.
- 1151 -
“I have classes this afternoon, and then I’m
on patrol tonight,” she said. “I’ll manage,
don’t you worry about that.” Remus made
an apologetic gesture, and went back to
his lunch.
- 1152 -
gave him a look of utter loathing, and Siri-
us hastily turned around to talk to Snape.
- 1153 -
Harry. Harry gave Remus a thumbs up.
- 1154 -
Chapter 29:
A night gone wrong
- 1155 -
“While both of the Potter boys seem to
have an affinity with trouble, James pre-
ferred to cause it, while poor Harry just
seems to find it.” His eyes twinkled in the
gloom. “Better?”
- 1156 -
as well received as you told me it would
be.”
- 1157 -
also foolishness, Sirius; remember that.”
- 1158 -
you see or hear something?”
- 1159 -
several metres to the left of the source of
the first noise, caught Sirius’ attention.
- 1160 -
er separating was a good idea; he plunged
after his own target. After several min-
utes of chasing – which Sirius had had to
spend as Padfoot, to keep up – the reason
for his target’s inhuman speed and endur-
ance became apparent.
- 1161 -
bered, didn’t like men much, and this one
would be particularly mistrustful. It braced
itself, as if preparing to run, but its legs
were shaking and it sank to the ground
instead, eyes rolling around in fear. Sirius
glanced at its horn – which was very long
and sharp – and stopped advancing.
- 1162 -
Sirius tracked his own scent through the
forest as Padfoot, to the place where they’d
separated, and then followed Dumbledore’s
instead. There was another scent there –
a vaguely familiar one, that he knew must
be Quirrell’s – and it made Padfoot wrin-
kle his nose. There was something unde-
finably… dark about it. It made his canine
side jittery.
- 1163 -
the halls with the cloak at his side – cov-
ering Norbert’s hovering crate – and their
old map clutched in his fist.
- 1164 -
he was protecting his students (four first
year Gryffindors, in particular, who’d be
in trouble if they were caught), he was
helping a colleague (Remus was fairly
sure Hagrid’s role as gamekeeper allowed
him to be counted as a colleague) and he
was protecting the school (from a dragon
that would grow quickly and be difficult to
control).
- 1165 -
and unlocked the door. Lupin’s office was
empty, and a quick spell revealed the
quarters behind it were also empty, which
did nothing to alleviate Severus’ mood;
Draco had, somehow, seen through his lie
about the trapdoor, and all of Gryffindor
had been particularly troublesome that
week after learning he was the one that
had taken points.
- 1166 -
someone – Severus suspected the Weasley
twins, but wasn’t sure how they’d man-
aged it, when they’d have been in class-
es – had broken into his office that very
afternoon and thrown the contents of his
desk and desk drawers around the room.,
and Severus had been too busy brewing to
right it.
- 1167 -
night, but returned in full force a moment
later.
- 1168 -
smile.
- 1169 -
to meet you; name to a face, and all.”
- 1170 -
that he was surprised at that fact, Remus
set off toward his office.
- 1171 -
him the trapdoor hadn’t been breached,
and he calmed a little.
- 1172 -
ably would have been sick at the mangled
sight that met his eyes. Snape glanced at
it and slumped back against the wall, look-
ing very pale. “Did Fluffy do that?” Remus
asked. Mutely, Snape nodded. “Here, let
me-”
- 1173 -
Shack all those years ago – scared. “Sever-
us?” Snape just shook his head. “Snape?”
- 1174 -
ed his help… “I’m going to take you to the
Headmaster,” Remus said, mind racing.
- 1175 -
“I- no,” Remus said. He lifted his wand
again. “We’re going to see McGonag-”
Sharp, stabbing pain lanced through
Remus’ forehead, and he bent over, clutch-
ing his head. Snape limped past him, and
Remus found he couldn’t move. Physical
pain was something Remus had a ridicu-
lous tolerance for, but this was different,
this was mental, and it was excruciating.
By the time the sensation stopped, Snape
was – somehow, despite being barely able
to walk – gone.
- 1176 -
ledore and Remus were both still in the for-
est. Remus’ stomach twisted. Snape was,
as he had said, in his office, but Remus
still thought it prudent to wake McGona-
gall. She was not impressed at being awo-
ken, but allowed Remus to tell her what
had happened.
- 1177 -
need to keep him here, in the school. Es-
pecially since he’s injured.” After a mo-
ment’s thought, McGonagall nodded; she
shut down the Floo network, banned the
house elves from interacting with Snape,
and reinforced the Apparition and Port-
key wards.
- 1178 -
Remus wandered back to his office, deep
in thought; Dumbledore trusted Snape,
and oddly, so did Sirius. But would they if
they’d seen what Remus had seen? Remus’
instincts were saying Snape hadn’t done
it, but the facts were pointing right at him,
and this wasn’t like Sirius and Peter… no
one had been there to frame Snape, and
he’d admitted it himself… which was odd,
because Snape was a good liar, or meant
to be.
- 1179 -
He glanced at the clock – it was now three
in the morning – had another look at the
map, and couldn’t find Dumbledore or Sir-
ius anywhere, so he flicked Sirius a Patro-
nus message, paced for ten minutes, and
then flopped down into his desk chair to
write a letter to Dora.
- 1180 -
I don’t know how much I’m able to put in
a letter. I know you of all people under-
stand that. What are you doing tomorrow?
Could you visit? Or even get a spare half-
hour alone with your Sidekick; I’ll try to
get my hands on Sirius’, if that’s the case.
Remus just hoped Sirius was all right.
Remus.
- 1181 -
before he slipped into sleep.
- 1182 -
Chapter 30:
A memorable morning
- 1183 -
“You Know Who is here,” McGonagall said
grimly. Trelawney gasped from the corner,
and made a superstitious sign, and pan-
icked whispers broke out amongst most of
the others. Flitwick and Sprout looked un-
surprised; obviously they’d been aware of
that for a while, like Remus. “The Head-
master was attacked in the forest tonight-”
- 1184 -
“The- he’s inside? You Know Who is here-
?”
- 1185 -
“Yes, but the servant has betrayed the
master,” Professor Trelawney murmured
to herself, and sighed. Remus glanced at
her.
- 1186 -
said. She dabbed at her eyes with her
handkerchief. “He has agreed to stay put
until Dumbledore can speak with him.”
- 1187 -
§
- 1188 -
they were in, or used to be in, or anything
else useful. All it remembered was being
approached, and then nothing; whoever
had attacked it had not Stunned or Con-
funded the office’s guardian, but actually
undone the anthropomorphic charm that
animated the gargoyle. It was very high
level magic, and showed a rather impres-
sive knowledge of how the school actual-
ly worked. Sirius didn’t think he himself
would have thought of it.
- 1189 -
The feathers around his eyes were damp,
and Sirius privately suspected that was
the reason for the attack; Sirius hadn’t
noticed anything else in the office missing
or misplaced touched, except for the Sort-
ing hat, which had been Stunned, and the
portraits, which had been blindfolded.
- 1190 -
§
- 1191 -
wounds and put Dittany on them – but for
bad injuries, spells were better and Sever-
us’ healing abilities were very limited.
- 1192 -
might be a danger.”
- 1193 -
and swear – and forced him to sit. Then it
skidded into the corner, with him still on
it. Black followed him over, wand aloft.
- 1194 -
completely the opposite of Severus’ an-
gry one. He flicked his wand and Severus’
trouser leg rolled itself up neatly. Black
made a face at the messy bandaging, caus-
ing Severus to shift, embarrassed. “He’s a
little busy at the moment.”
“What?”
- 1195 -
“He still- he trusts me?” Severus asked,
flabbergasted.
- 1196 -
know why, but it was a good enough rea-
son to get you a trial when even I didn’t
get one-”
“I’m not-”
- 1197 -
“I did try to take the stone,” Severus said,
folding his arms.
- 1198 -
“I’m aware,” Severus said.
- 1199 -
he remembered trying to do so, so it must
have happened.
- 1200 -
touched one of the bite marks – which
Severus noticed was still oozing blood -
with his wand tip, and Severus snarled at
him. “Sorry,” Black said, making a gesture
for him to sit still.
- 1201 -
implant a memory in a subject’s mind…
difficult, but possible. It requires talent in
Legillimency – significant talent – as well
as an understanding of the subject’s mind,
but it can be done.”
- 1202 -
sions hours ago, but was no closer to re-
moving the memory than he was to finding
out what had really happened. He sighed.
“Pardon?”
- 1203 -
“To be honest,” Black said, “it was probably
a matter of wrong place, wrong time. He
knows I’m on his trail, knows I’m getting
close to finding him – we almost caught
him last night… this is how he works…
he’ll turn the attention onto someone else
so he can slip away into the background in
all of the confusion.”
- 1204 -
his disguise-”
- 1205 -
somewhere,” Black said. “We just have to
find it. Or you do.”
- 1206 -
I can count, and hundreds of broken bones,
but have no idea where to start on this?”
- 1207 -
thing’s properly sealed… you just poured
Dittany over the whole thing, didn’t you?”
- 1208 -
“Then kindly get on with it,” Severus
snapped. “The fresher the better, you said,
and now you’re wasting time.” Black’s
mouth twitched, and Severus promised
himself that if Black laughed or smiled, he
would strangle him. Black didn’t, though,
just turned his attention to Severus’ leg.
Severus lowered his hands and clenched
them into fists, so he wouldn’t be tempted
to strangle Black just for the sake of it.
- 1209 -
make an announcement at breakfast, but
so far, the only teachers in the Hall were
Sinistra, the Muggle Studies teacher Har-
ry didn’t know, and Flitwick… And a few
Aurors and trainees Harry recognised
from Padfoot’s trial, like Shacklebolt, Wel-
lington, Yaxley, Finch, Prewett, and Dawl-
ish. Even Moony wasn’t there; he’d come
to talk to Harry, and then vanished again.
- 1210 -
When Harry had finished explaining, Ron
and Hermione were exchanging troubled
looks, and Draco stood.
- 1211 -
back. Harry hoped nothing was wrong.
He didn’t like Snape, but for him to have
betrayed them all…? Surely he couldn’t
have. Could he?
- 1212 -
“Pardon?” Harry asked.
- 1213 -
interested. Hermione shook her head, and
Ron glanced at Harry, apparently uncom-
fortable.
- 1214 -
information.
- 1215 -
“Is it worth staying to find out? Or should
we- Malfoy!” Hermione said. “Did you-”
- 1216 -
Chapter 31:
King and Croaker
“Are-”
- 1217 -
imagine how Snape must be feeling, other
than very sore. Sirius had a multitude of
leg-related jokes he could have used, but
didn’t think Snape would appreciate any
of them, the way Remus or Harry would,
or the way James would have. “Leave,”
Snape said.
- 1218 -
again quickly, and unluckily for him,
Snape noticed.
- 1219 -
duced Injuries ward, to the fireplace, and
then Flooed back to Hogwarts; Sirius had
re-opened the Floo network from Snape’s
fireplace before they left, and thankfully,
it was still open.
“Are you-”
- 1220 -
propped the crutches against the side of
the desk, with an expression of loathing.
- 1221 -
stance with his wand tip and murmured,
“I have some mental searching to do.”
Trusting Snape would tell him if or when
he discovered anything important, Sirius
headed for the door, and had just laid a
hand on the doorknob when a soft knock
sounded on the other side. “Tell them to go
away,” Snape said.
- 1222 -
twelve hours after the first one, a sec-
ond staff meeting was called. This time,
Dumbledore and Kettleburn were present
but Snape, Remus noted, was still absent,
as was Sirius.
- 1223 -
teachers.
- 1224 -
Heads, that no students would be allowed
outside the common room after nine in the
evening, and that no students would be al-
lowed out on the grounds after dark, with-
out supervision.
- 1225 -
“Sorry,” Remus said, and looked up to
see that it was Sirius. “You’re still here-
I thought since you weren’t at the staff
meeting, you must have gone ho-”
- 1226 -
able to cry until he’s at least a month old
again.”
- 1227 -
Sirius grinned briefly and said, “True. But
he and the others were at Hagrid’s, mak-
ing sure he’s not missing the dragon too
much, so I stayed with them-”
- 1228 -
er pointedly. Dawlish glanced at Sirius
again, frowned, and then swept back the
way he’d come.
“But he admitted-”
- 1229 -
tried to take the stone.”
“But Snape-”
- 1230 -
“He might have,” Sirius said. “But think
about it; if he’s moving around the school in
the middle of the night, he’ll have to blend
in. He can’t just wear a black cloak… He’ll
have a tie, or a school robe, or a teacher’s
hat or glasses or something that wouldn’t
immediately make people suspicious of
him, and if he’s got anything like that,
we’re one step closer to working out where
he might have been, or who could be help-
ing him from inside the school.”
- 1231 -
Harry and Draco were running a few
minutes late; Draco had, once again, at-
tempted to visit Snape, and been ignored,
and so, after a few minutes, they had as-
sumed Snape would already be in the
lesson – Dumbledore, after all, had said
Snape wouldn’t be around much, not that
he wouldn’t be teaching. And since Har-
ry was with Draco, had assumed Snape
would glower at them, and tell them to sit
down, but not be too angry because it was
him they’d been looking for.
- 1232 -
“Well, if it isn’t Harry Potter,” the man
said softly, his dark eyes resting with un-
nerving focus on Harry’s face and fringe.
After a moment, Harry realised he was
expecting the man to comment on how
much he looked like James, or how he had
Lily’s eyes, but the man did neither. “And
you must be a Malfoy.” The man’s eyes
lingered on Draco’s tie. “Interesting,” he
said, and his eyes flicked to Hydrus. Har-
ry was sure he was looking at Hydrus’ tie
as well. “Very interesting.” Harry shared
a helpless look with Draco, whose face was
a rather unflattering pink colour. “Take a
seat, please,” he said, waving a hand at an
empty desk. Harry and Draco didn’t hesi-
tate to do so.
- 1233 -
wrote KING on the blackboard. “I was in
Ravenclaw when I attended Hogwarts,
and when I graduated, I spent some time
in the Department of Mysteries before I de-
cided to pursue my other interests. Since
then, I have worked in the Department of
Magical Discoveries, and my specialty is
poisons.”
- 1234 -
“Well, he knows what he’s talking about,”
Hermione said, at the end of the first les-
son.
- 1235 -
“Oh, shove off,” Ron said. “Harry agrees
with me, right Harry?”
- 1236 -
noticed, though, how King’s smile never
seemed to reach his eyes, and how his eyes
had a tendency to rest on people for longer
than King probably intended. One lesson,
Harry caught him staring at Neville for a
full minute, with a thoughtful look in his
face, before he was interrupted by Daph-
ne’s hand in the air.
- 1237 -
tried visiting in person, sending letters,
talking via Floo and Flooing directly in
(from Moony’s office).
- 1238 -
isn’t he? Why don’t you ask if Professor
King can replace Snape? You wouldn’t
mind being our teacher all the time, would
you?”
- 1239 -
“Black!” Croaker said, mopping his fore-
head with his sleeve. “Thank you for com-
ing.”
- 1240 -
Croaker said, wringing his hands. “I as-
sume, since I haven’t heard from you, that
you’ve made no progress finding- finding
Quirinus?”
- 1241 -
here today,” Croaker whispered, guiding
Sirius into the Chamber of Death. It had
changed significantly since Sirius was last
there. No longer was it an excavation site,
but now it was a large, round pit, probably
twenty feet deep, and its walls and floor
were etched with symbols.
- 1242 -
in the department that he knew so well.
“Hear them?”
- 1243 -
expression; Sirius supposed he was enjoy-
ing the chance to show off his work. Un-
speakables didn’t often get that opportu-
nity. “They can feel you. Our best guess
– guess, because no one has come back to
confirm it – is that they come to carry you
into- well, into the afterlife, or whatever
else you’d like to call it. In theory, if you
enter in a corporeal form, you can come
back through – it’s a door, is it not? – but
no one has ever managed to do so here, or
at any of the other six sites.”
- 1244 -
away from the Veil, and back to Croaker.
“So, now that we’re here, what did you
want to talk to me about?” Croaker’s ex-
pression changed from thoughtful to anx-
ious in less than a second.
- 1245 -
He wrote back, yesterday.” Sirius’ heart
thudded in his chest.
- 1246 -
at the Leaky Cauldron tonight, between
eight and ten, if you’re interested.
Quirinus.
- 1247 -
“I met with him.”
- 1248 -
his head snapped toward Sirius. Just for a
moment, Sirius could have sworn his eyes
flashed red. Sirius was confused, but is in-
stincts were screaming – along with the
Veil – and Sirius could usually rely on his
instincts.
- 1249 -
He could hear Croaker moving around
behind the cloud of dust, but was star-
tled when he appeared only a few inches
in front of Sirius. This time, his blue eyes
were definitely a reddish colour, and Sirius
finally realised what – or rather who – he
was dealing with. He took another small
step back, wary of how close he was to the
Veil, and reached for his wand again.
- 1250 -
have to wake him up at all. The last time
she’d done anything like this, it had been
years ago, to tell him his friend Matt had
been attacked by Greyback.
- 1251 -
think they’ve found his wand, but they
need help identifying it. Eric from wand
security isn’t in yet, and the Department
of Magical Records won’t be open for an-
other few hours, and McKinnon’s working
a job with Robards and can’t be in before
morning either-”
- 1252 -
“Dumbledore knows,” Tonks said. “Mad-
Eye sent him a message before I came
through to fetch you.” She wiped her eyes
impatiently and Remus caught her hand,
kissed it, and then gave it a squeeze. Tonks
didn’t look at him then, because if she did,
she thought she’d cry. She steeled herself,
and put on her best Auror face. Remus
looked a little hurt and confused. “Ready?”
she asked him briskly.
- 1253 -
“We’re waiting,” Mad-Eye said, and then
Tonks snapped her Sidekick shut.
- 1254 -
ferent length outlines of his legs under
the bedding, but he locked those thoughts
away before they could bother him. His
mind mattered to him more than his body,
and so he’d deal with his memories before
he dealt with his leg, or lack of. He sighed
and settled back into his pillows.
- 1255 -
a memory would have been clumsy and
stood out. Severus could only conclude
that he himself hidden it, or rather, his
mind had; just as a well trained Quidditch
player would gain instincts from practice,
Severus’ mind had gained reflexes from
the long years he’d spent conditioning and
maintaining it. Memories would be tucked
away safely behind his defences, whether
he meant for it to happen or not.
- 1256 -
question it, because it was easier and fast-
er to move around.
- 1257 -
his office door to apologise, and call a truce
between them. Severus made a face and
put those aside as well.
- 1258 -
Chapter 32:
Aches and pains
- 1259 -
Remus had spent the whole morning on
Level Two, answering questions, helping
Dora and a few others research various
concepts, and pacing to try to clear his own
head. Then, the investigation had moved
to the Department of Mysteries, and, while
the Unspeakables had very reluctantly al-
lowed the Aurors in, they’d put their foot
down when it came to Remus.
- 1260 -
next to Unspeakable Croaker in a heavily
damaged room. He’d told him Croaker was
dead, and that his body was in St Mungo’s
to pinpoint the cause. Remus knew it was
being treated as suspicious, with Sirius as
a suspect, but Remus hadn’t been able to
get any more information than that.
- 1261 -
given him permission to sleep in there to-
night, so that he could be near the Floo
and on hand as soon as Remus had news.
- 1262 -
when he was nervous or worried.
- 1263 -
“Yesterday,” Draco’s voice said. One of the
other figures on the couch turned toward
him, but Remus couldn’t tell if it was Ron
or Hermione. “It was; I noticed.”
- 1264 -
inflamed scar.
- 1265 -
parent or a cool older brother like Sirius.
Harry needed Sirius a lot more than he
needed Remus.
- 1266 -
years.
- 1267 -
returned to its pink curls.
- 1268 -
Marlene said firmly. “Everyone’s talking
about things over food, so it’s a chance for
you to listen in-”
- 1269 -
If Sirius had been there, he’d probably
have said Marlene was being bossy, and
pulled a face at her back. Only Sirius
wasn’t there – that was the whole prob-
lem – and so Dora just tugged gently on
Remus’ hand to lead him after Marlene.
- 1270 -
None of the others were awake yet; Draco
was still drooling on the couch, Ron was
snoring and Hermione’s bushy hair was
the only thing visible of her in a large pile
of bedding. Despite Ron, it was quiet; the
windows were closed, the fire had gone
out and so wasn’t crackling, and Moony’s
office was far enough from the common
rooms, and far enough from the Hall to
not be noisy in the morning.
- 1271 -
pected growing up in a large family that
included Fred and George would do that
to a person – and so Harry just tapped him
on the shoulder and Ron stirred sleepily.
- 1272 -
fore they could even sit down. They went
to speak in the corridor, and while Har-
ry couldn’t quite hear them – he supposed
McGonagall accounted for Animagus hear-
ing ranges without even thinking about it,
given she was one herself – he gathered
from the glances in his direction that they
were talking about him.
- 1273 -
§
- 1274 -
“I don’t know,” Florence said honestly.
“The investigation’s ongoing, and I’m not
involved in it.” Umbridge’s expression
soured at once.
- 1275 -
would want, and so had placed herself in
the least helpful place.
- 1276 -
“I wouldn’t know, Madam,” she said sweet-
ly. Umbridge harrumphed. “I’ll ask around
though, if you’d like?” Umbridge made an
affirmative grunting sound. “I’ll go and do
that now, in fact.”
- 1277 -
“Booth,” she said.
“For-”
- 1278 -
“Thank you, Booth,” she called loudly, as
she stepped into the fireplace and said, “St
Mungo’s.”
- 1279 -
only spoke with him briefly early on Fri-
day morning; Harry couldn’t contact Moo-
ny, because he moved around the Ministry
so much, and so had to wait for Moony to
contact him instead. In the end, the con-
versation was disappointing; Moony knew
nothing about the scar pain, and more im-
portantly, there were no developments on
Padfoot’s case, but Harry knew the fact
that no one had seen or heard anything
didn’t bode well; he knew better than any-
one how good at avoiding detection Pad-
foot was, but Marlene was watching the
house, Remus had spoken to Kreacher,
and even if Padfoot had wanted to avoid
everyone, he’d have still contacted Harry
or Moony.
- 1280 -
Draco, Hermione and Ron seemed to have
worked that out too; Harry heard them
whispering to each other through the bath-
room door when he was doing his teeth,
and was of half a mind to tell them to go
and do productive things – like study – in-
stead of mope around with him.
- 1281 -
the table, Harry saw Ron and Hermione
exchange a look. Exams were a mere two
weeks away, and Hermione, who’d had
her head in a book at every spare opportu-
nity for weeks now, hadn’t even bothered
to take it out that morning.
“Happy?” he asked.
- 1282 -
table.
- 1283 -
Potions can be a distraction.” Distractions
wouldn’t last long, he knew; sooner or lat-
er, the Aurors would find something more
definite than a wand, and Harry would
know – for better or worse, where Padfoot
was. He’d take distractions while he could
get them.
- 1284 -
asking questions that Harry didn’t want
to think about, while Ron would be sub-
dued, but normal, other than a few wor-
ried looks. Worried looks, at least, Harry
could deal with.
- 1285 -
man’s back for almost a minute, mind
racing despite the pain, and then his at-
tention was drawn away by Ron clearing
his throat gently; Harry turned to see him
looking worried, and then Blaise, who was
at the desk behind Harry, kicked his chair
and arched an eyebrow. Morton and Nott
were watching him too, looking confused,
and Draco threw a piece of parchment at
him and made a concerned gesture.
- 1286 -
“It’s not nothing, poor boy; I heard about
Sirius Black,” King said. His tone would
have been sympathetic if his eyes hadn’t
been gleaming so much. Harry clenched
his hands under his desk. “If you need
anything, Harry, feel free to-”
- 1287 -
“Fine,” Harry said shortly, rubbing his
forehead again.
- 1288 -
“Potter, are you all right?” Morton asked.
“You look like you’re about to be sick. And
what was King saying about Black?” Most
of the class was out of the room now, ei-
ther watching Harry with concern, or tell-
ing him to stop being dramatic and stop
blocking the corridor.
- 1289 -
hind him.
- 1290 -
he hasn’t been here all year, but King was
a student. He’d know ways in and out of
the grounds. It doesn’t explain the troll,
but- Of course!”
- 1291 -
“And got the teaching position,” Ron said.
- 1292 -
on the shoulder.
- 1293 -
person after the Stone, not in protecting it
directly,” McGonagall said, and Hermione
was glad her voice was gentle, or Harry’s
temper might have gone off.
- 1294 -
turning to her normal, brisk self. In doing
so, she seemed to remember something,
and frowned. “I also spoke to Poppy Pom-
frey this morning; she wanted to know if
you needed another anti-ache potion, Mr
Potter… might I ask what for?”
- 1295 -
Hermione the whole time, as if knowing
she’d call him on it if he lied. She frowned
at him, because she was only trying to
help, and a teacher was going to have more
idea than she, a twelve-year-old, did. “It’s
just been sore, and I thought it might have
something to do with the Stone.”
- 1296 -
§
- 1297 -
Then, there was a wooden clatter at the
end of the corridor, and Severus saw the
outline of someone move to pick something
up off the ground.
- 1298 -
Chapter 33:
News in the night
- 1299 -
that Draco took to Hedwig.
- 1300 -
worked it out sooner-
- 1301 -
cracked, and eyed the woodpile. He almost
got up, but he was so comfortable where
he was and so he shrugged, pulled out his
wand, and decided to practice his Charms
work since he was awake anyway.
- 1302 -
my own,” she said. Dora opened her mouth.
“Don’t ask me why, because I’m not go-
ing to tell you,” Prewett continued. Dora
frowned at her. “I’ve also been involved in
Croaker’s case.”
- 1303 -
“Yes,” Prewett said, almost defensively.
The two women stared at each other for
several long seconds, and then a look of
understanding – which Remus didn’t un-
derstand at all – passed between them. “I
gave him the files to look over-”
“But that’s-”
- 1304 -
them left their bodies. It’s interesting, ac-
tually. If a body spends too long support-
ing two souls, and then one of them leaves,
the brain can’t cope and it-”
- 1305 -
it. “Point is, when it leaves one vessel, it
needs to go into another or it gets… well,
lost for a bit. And what - or rather who –
was there the whole time?” Remus knew
what she was suggesting, but it made no
sense at all.
- 1306 -
“And he’s been himself?”
- 1307 -
“Thankyou, Florence,” Dora murmured.
Prewett left, and then Dora got up and
sat down in Remus’ lap. He stared at her,
puzzled. “Just because,” she said, sound-
ing annoyed, “you’re scared and sleep-de-
prived doesn’t give you the right to be rude.
Everyone’s trying to help, or at least work
out what might have happened-”
- 1308 -
tic, or snap, or just start crying, and that’s
not going to- we don’t know anything for
certain yet, so-”
- 1309 -
his cheek.
- 1310 -
“About Sirius?” Tonks asked. “Remus, you
said it yourself; you’d have noticed if your
best friend was possessed.”
- 1311 -
“But it’s Harry… Sirius would do anything
for Harry-”
- 1312 -
“Maybe,” Remus said helplessly. “May-
be not. We know Quirrell’s working with
Voldemort, and no one’s found him yet ei-
ther.”
“What? Why?”
- 1313 -
Minerva hadn’t been lying when she’d told
her first year Gryffindors that she wasn’t
worried about the Stone, and that it was
well protected, but something about the
whole thing was still niggling at her.
- 1314 -
her out to double-check the tower pass-
words, and Brown had, to tell her Pansy
Parkinson was being nasty, and Patil had,
to ask if she could visit Ravenclaw with
her twin sister. Even Potter’s friends had
sought her out; Granger to ask about les-
sons, Weasley to ask if he could Floo his
family during a bout of homesickness, and
Malfoy had to let her know his plans for
the holidays.
- 1315 -
since Remus had had a lot more involve-
ment with Potter than Minerva had.
- 1316 -
did happen, and she ignored the warning.
And, with everything that poor boy had
going on at the moment, she thought it
might calm him to hear that she’d told the
Headmaster about his concerns.
- 1317 -
goyle squinted at her – the way it did at
everyone since it had been attacked a few
weeks ago – and then the wall behind it
rumbled. Minerva swept up the staircase
and was a little disconcerted when Albus
didn’t invite her in before she could knock.
Feeling odd, she did knock, and then heard
movement inside.
- 1318 -
“Sirius’s body was found,” he said heavi-
ly, and several tears ran into his already
damp beard. Minerva’s clenched her
hands in the fabric of her dressing gown,
and fought to keep her lips from quivering.
The news wasn’t unexpected, given every-
thing that had happened, but Minerva
had been clinging to the hope that Sirius
would somehow pull through, despite the
appearances, like he always seemed to. It
seemed, though, like James’, Sirius’ luck
was finite. “The Aurors are keeping it qui-
et, but the Prophet will know by morning
nonetheless. They need me to go in to as-
sist with the early discussions regarding
Harry’s custody-”
- 1319 -
help him. But you know as well as I how
the Ministry views Remus…”
- 1320 -
“No,” Albus said. “Let him sleep while he
can – I fear sleep will be hard to come by
for him after tonight.” He removed his
spectacles, wiped them clean, and then
stood to retrieve his travelling cloak.
- 1321 -
“I don’t know!” Hermione shouted back.
“It just started-”
- 1322 -
“You were there,” Draco said, looking at
Harry and Ron. “He set the alarm so that
he’d know-”
- 1323 -
ing to be down there,” Potter said, “right?”
- 1324 -
a little horrified that he himself, was toy-
ing with the idea of accompanying them.
If the Dark Lord or Voldemort, or whatev-
er they were going to call him, was down
there, Draco really didn’t think they stood
much of a chance… Potter might, being
the boy-who-lived and all, but Potter was
only marginally better than Draco in their
subjects – except for maybe Transfigura-
tion – and Draco didn’t like his own chanc-
es either.
- 1325 -
go too; Potter was wincing now, and rub-
bing his head – that gesture had grown fa-
miliar over the past weeks – and Granger
had folded her arms while she waited.
- 1326 -
My family. Draco hadn’t even thought
about them. He was a Malfoy, and they
had – once – served the Dark Lord. Father
had been highly ranked, as had Draco’s
Aunt Bella. It was in his blood.
- 1327 -
Fear settled over Draco. He didn’t want to
die. He wasn’t even twelve yet! Potter had
talked about the Dark Lord, and about how
Black and Dumbledore would stop him…
only Black was dead, and they didn’t have
time to find Dumbledore, and now Draco
was involved. Draco had to choose, rather
than just watch things unfold, and it was
looking a lot like Draco would die, regard-
less of what he chose. He laughed, then,
because only a few hours ago, his biggest
worry had been Severus and his exams,
and both now seemed rather insignificant.
- 1328 -
“But you’re not-” Weasley turned confused,
hurt eyes on Draco. “You can’t- you don’t
want Him to come back, do you?”
- 1329 -
the red and gold tie draped over the arm
of the couch, the tie he’d so loathed once
upon a time, and he couldn’t be sure that
he wanted things to change. He put the tie
into the pocket of his dressing gown, and
reached for his wand, which was resting
on the coffee table.
- 1330 -
Chapter 34:
Passing through
- 1331 -
curred to Harry that they should, at some
point, have endeavoured to find a way to
subdue the dog, as King had obviously
managed to do. One of the heads yawned,
and blinked, and Harry and the others
crept forward toward the trapdoor and out
of its line of sight.
- 1332 -
“Seriously,” Harry said, holding Ron’s eyes
with his own. “Get out of here, and get Mc-
Gonagall or Dumbledore or someone. Oth-
erwise, watch for sparks, then follow.” Ron
was scowling at him, but Hermione nod-
ded. Draco was just watching him, with a
hard-to-read expression.
- 1333 -
A moment later, Hermione landed next to
him with a whimper. Draco dropped down
next, and then there was barking up above.
For a moment, Harry’s heart stopped, be-
cause Ron hadn’t appeared yet, but then
he did, tumbling rather than jumping.
Fluffy’s teeth tore at the stone and wood
above, and must eventually have knocked
the trapdoor shut, because everything
plunged into darkness.
- 1334 -
“Just my hand,” Ron said, sucking in a
breath. As he and the others stood and
straightened themselves, Harry made his
way over to Ron. Ron’s hand had two large
punctures in it – obviously teeth marks
– which were quite deep and bloody, but
thankfully, Harry didn’t think they’d bro-
ken anything.
- 1335 -
and tucked his hand against his chest,
obviously embarrassed by the attention.
Draco had moved away from them, and
down a passageway which seemed to be
the only way to get anywhere. With a look
at the other two, Harry followed.
- 1336 -
“Like birds?” Hermione asked. She was
right; when they reached the archway,
they found themselves in a tall-ceilinged,
very bright room filled with glittering
birds.
- 1337 -
same one Draco had done on the night they
first saw Fluffy, and then huffed. “It’s still
locked.”
- 1338 -
er if he wasn’t any good.
- 1339 -
to just get in each other’s ways.
- 1340 -
he flew, but he forced the broom forward.
If the key hit the ground, it would be lost
amongst the others, and they’d have no
way to follow King.
- 1341 -
ugly, mottled purple colour. Oddly, Harry
found himself thinking of Uncle Vernon.
“Here,” he said, shaking his head to clear
it, and passed Hermione the key.
- 1342 -
when he slipped on a pile of keys. Harry
was grateful that he didn’t comment, but
he could smell how worried Ron was.
- 1343 -
“Not to the rest of us,” Draco said snippily.
“Tell us, would you?”
- 1344 -
“Right,” Ron said. “Just let me think…”
He glanced around. “I guess we have to be
four of the black pieces…?” Ron looked at
the knight. “Oi! Do we all have to play?”
The knight nodded.
- 1345 -
“Harry you’ll play Bishop,” Ron said shoot-
ing Draco a look.
“That’s-”
- 1346 -
“Quiet, Potter,” Draco said again, and
sounded so much like Snape that Harry
subsided with a grumble. “So, who do we
need to protect through this, no matter
what?”
- 1347 -
“If Potter’s King - no matter what happens
to us - he’ll be the last piece standing,”
Draco added.
- 1348 -
“I’m going to be a Knight.”
- 1349 -
The first piece they lost was a pawn. He
was knocked down by a white Castle and
dragged off the board where he lay unmov-
ing.
- 1350 -
ing not to breathe either, because it hurt
so much.
- 1351 -
Draco, who was off to Harry’s left, glanced
at the white Queen and swore quietly,
pressing his eyes shut for a moment. He
made to take a step.
- 1352 -
“We’ve been set up!” And then Harry no-
ticed the Queen, set to slide onto the
square on his immediate left, where she
would be protected by the Knight that had
moved moments before. And he would be
in Checkmate, since Hermione barred him
in on his right and he couldn’t escape di-
agonally since there was a Bishop behind
the Queen...
- 1353 -
protected. “NO!” he and Hermione shout-
ed together.
“Malfoy-”
- 1354 -
Draco ignored him.
- 1355 -
dragged Draco off and dumped him with
the other taken pieces. “Take her,” Ron
said shakily, directing their Queen to the
white Queen. “And Check,” he said, as
the white Queen crashed to the ground. A
white Bishop slid down between the King
and the black Queen. “Take it,” Ron said
again.
“Checkmate.”
- 1356 -
“He’s breathing,” Hermione said, holding
her hand under Draco’s nose.
- 1357 -
“And maybe one of the other teachers,”
Hermione said. “Percy said the older
years have divination and ancient runes
and care of magical creatures and muggle
studies and arithmancy.”
- 1358 -
water, and gnarled trees and reeds that
were almost as tall as they were.
- 1359 -
“Okay,” Hermione squeaked. She seized
Harry’s hand, and the pair of them stepped
out into the marsh, toward the small, wa-
vering light in the distance. It wasn’t an
easy journey. Harry wasn’t sure if King
knew they were there, or if he was just
lost, but his light was constantly moving,
and would regularly go out, and then re-
appear a fair way from where it had been
a few seconds later. If that didn’t make it
bad enough, there was the mud, which was
constantly sucking them in to knee depth
– and Harry’s side was so sore it was a
struggle to get out again – and the reeds
were spiky, and the tree branches too low,
and the water too cold, and it seemed the
plants in the area were constantly trying
to trip them or hit them or grab them.
- 1360 -
a particularly boggy part. Harry glanced
back at the doorway they’d come through,
which was still completely visible, lit by
the light from the passageway.
- 1361 -
hold his wand. Hermione’s knuckles were
white around hers, and her heart was rac-
ing.
- 1362 -
“N-no idea,” Harry said, dimming his
wand, because it seemed to have star-
tled the creature. The creature’s outline
blurred until it was looking rather smoky
again, and its lantern shone a little bright-
er.
- 1363 -
her arm was red and sore underneath.
Her hair was singed – and Harry thought
his probably was as well – and she had a
rather painful looking burn on her jawline.
Harry’s own hand was sore but not bad-
ly hurt, and he held it in the water while
Hermione splashed water on her face and
sniffled.
- 1364 -
surprised – a Whomping Willow. It was
smaller than the one on the Hogwarts
grounds, but it was still large enough to
be dangerous to them. Harry retreated an-
other few steps, only to have his feet swept
out from under him. He landed hard on his
back, and tears stung his eyes as his ribs
stabbed with pain. He couldn’t move or
talk for several moments, only stay where
he was, looking up at the moon-
- 1365 -
“What?” she asked.
“How do you-”
- 1366 -
was at Hogwarts on full moons,” Harry
said.
- 1367 -
“Oh, thank goodness,” Hermione sniffed.
Before them, sat a table, upon which rest-
ed seven different bottles of potions. There
were no keys, or chessmen, or strange fog
monsters, or horrible plants, just bottles.
Harry felt an odd surge of affection for
Snape. The pair of them stepped into the
room properly, and then flames burst into
life, blocking the door they’d just come
through, and the door in front of them.
“But-”
- 1368 -
“It’s a puzzle; not magic, logic. A lot of the
greatest wizards haven’t got an ounce of
logic; they’d be stuck in here forever.”
- 1369 -
“That small one’s barely a mouthful,” Har-
ry said. “Only one of us-”
- 1370 -
with me.”
“Harry-”
“But-”
- 1371 -
larger bottle. “Drink that.” Hermione did,
and shivered, and, at Harry’s insistence,
disappeared through the flames. Harry
picked up the smaller bottle and tipped it
into his mouth, understanding why Her-
mione had shivered; it was like drinking
ice, and actually quite pleasant on his side.
He took a deep breath and strode through
the fire.
- 1372 -
you,” he called, knocking again. This time,
there was definite movement, and the door
opened. McGonagall’s face was red and
blotchy, and she had a damp handkerchief
hanging from her hand. “What’s wrong?”
Remus asked, aghast.
- 1373 -
has gone to put in a word- I’d assumed you
would be there-”
- 1374 -
“Unless he died like he others, after,” Dora
replied, looking sad. “But then who-”
- 1375 -
then stopped to consider that; when had
he been burned? He remembered it, but
couldn’t remember how. Sirius tried to
lift a hand to his face but is arms weren’t
working either.
- 1376 -
“Look! Look at this; it’s a wand!”
- 1377 -
for them, growing frustrated.
- 1378 -
face older. Sirius’ eyes flew open as the
memories of Croaker, of Voldemort, of
the Veil. “James!” he said urgently. “No,
no, no, I can’t-” James put a hand on his
chest, pushing him back down, and smiled
at him with a warm, rather teary expres-
sion. Then, the second figure came crash-
ing through the trees.
- 1379 -
Harry.
- 1380 -
“Up,” she said again, waggling her fingers
at him.
- 1381 -
Evan Rosier, dressed in the clothes he’d
died in, walked right past where they
were hiding. Sirius reached for his wand,
and found it wasn’t in his pocket, but re-
laxed when he saw it was in Noddy’s other
hand. He gestured to her, and she shook
her head, ears flapping. Sirius frowned at
her, but didn’t dare move.
“Waiting?”
- 1382 -
“Waiting,” she agreed, edging out from be-
hind the tree. “This is- We is all waiting.”
“Well, disappear-”
- 1383 -
impatiently. “But I can help-”
- 1384 -
“Mistress will be off, watching,” Noddy
said, with a soft smile. “Master spends
time watching too, but Master gets rest-
less-”
- 1385 -
“She knew?” Sirius asked, frowning.
- 1386 -
that might be the case, but he’d also said
no one had ever managed it. “How?” he
asked, his voice sounding raw.
- 1387 -
“Noddy is sorry, Master Sirius,” she said,
shaking her head. “But Noddy has no
body. And Master and Mistress are bones
now, and other Master Regulus…” Sirius
knew from Kreacher what had happened
to Reg, and grimaced. “But Master Siri-
us… Master Sirius was not dead when
Master Sirius came through. Master Siri-
us has his body, and Master Sirius will go
to his body.” She nodded once, firmly.
- 1388 -
matter how much Sirius asked about it,
Noddy would only say he mustn’t pay at-
tention to it because it wasn’t his time to
go ‘on’. “Why don’t you just Apparate us, if
you’re in such a hurry?” Sirius asked.
- 1389 -
“Master made it,” Noddy said, “same as
always.” She reached up to tap his head
again, and then surged forward, her
small, bare feet pattering on the dirt. They
crossed the train tracks once more, and
then came to a hill with a large archway
on it. It, like the one in the Department of
Mysteries, had a black veil draped across
it, a veil that seemed to be moving of its
own accord.
- 1390 -
Sirius dragged in a breath through dry lips,
and tried to push himself off the ground,
but couldn’t.
- 1391 -
walls…
- 1392 -
and he’d die for real if he stayed… Pad-
foot stepped through the nearest one, and
came out in some sort of ruin on a rocky
outcrop that over-looked a blue ocean. The
sight of all that water made Sirius thirsty.
With effort, he transformed again.
- 1393 -
Sirius couldn’t even sit up, but he did roll
over. And, while he couldn’t speak, he
could whisper.
“Kreacher!”
- 1394 -
Chapter 35:
The boy with two names
- 1395 -
and, since she hadn’t said they couldn’t,
Remus followed.
- 1396 -
boy shrank into his chair. “Could you fetch
Mr Potter for me, please.”
- 1397 -
and Remus just shook his head, still try-
ing to think.
- 1398 -
“Saving distressing maidens-”
- 1399 -
looks with each other. “I mean it; one hun-
dred points will be taken if any of you are
found in the corridors. Am I understood?”
- 1400 -
“You’re not leaving the common room,
though?” Neville asked.
- 1401 -
you.”
- 1402 -
§
“Them?”
- 1403 -
suggesting the Stone was in danger… no
doubt he and the others have set up some
sort of guard outside the door.”
- 1404 -
“Alive?!” Dora yelped. Remus felt like he
was floating, the feeling of relief was so
heady. McGonagall was sniffing quietly.
“He- how?”
- 1405 -
saying Sirius had been confirmed dead. If
Sirius is alive, that means-”
- 1406 -
burst out into the main part of the third
floor corridor, and Mad-Eye appeared at
the bottom of the stairs, limping toward
them as quickly as he could.
- 1407 -
when he bent to pick it up – beating his
chagrined companion to it – he found that
the object was a small, roughly carved
flute.
- 1408 -
had appeared by his bed. How long had
he been asleep for this time, he wondered?
He limped out into his office.
- 1409 -
Except for one.
- 1410 -
Severus used his wand to open the door,
knowing it would be quieter, and crossed
the threshold, wand raised.
- 1411 -
“Morton?” Harry asked, warily. “Where’s
King?”
- 1412 -
“We?” Harry asked, glancing at his wand.
Morton smiled in a rather grim way. Har-
ry’s scar burned for a moment, and Mor-
ton looked like he was listening – to what,
Harry had no idea – before he focused on
Harry again. Harry’s wand went soaring
out of his hand, and landed with a clatter
on the stone floor on the other side of the
chamber.
- 1413 -
you got suspicious about me – they’d think
it was House rivalry – but Black would, or
Lupin, and I’ve known since that business
with Umbridge that you were keeping him
informed.”
“But lately-”
- 1414 -
Harry said nothing.
- 1415 -
“All me,” Morton said calmly.
- 1416 -
“Because I realised everything was hinged
on Black,” Morton said. “With him out of the
way, you and Lupin would be too preoccu-
pied to do anything about me, and Dumb-
ledore would, at some point, be called in
to discuss legalities.” Again, Harry stayed
silent. “I knew, if I was to stay alive, and
not end up like Paul Morton and that owl,
that I’d need the phoenix tears.”
“Yes,” he said.
- 1417 -
him-”
- 1418 -
thing, you know.”
- 1419 -
This is the last challenge? Harry wondered,
staring at it. Dumbledore, he thought. But
how does it work?
- 1420 -
He flinched suddenly, and Harry’s scar
burned.
- 1421 -
work very well. I can miss him when I’m
safe, Harry thought, swallowing. Right
now, he’d want me to think, he’d want me
to stop Quirrell so that he didn’t- so that it
wasn’t for nothing. And I need the Stone
to stop Quirrell.
- 1422 -
“I see Padfoot,” Harry said thickly, seeing
no reason to lie. ‘He’s alive again- he’s-
we’re laughing.” Quirrell snorted, and
Harry’s scar suddenly exploded with pain.
He turned toward Quirrell, whose eyes
were red, and expression slightly differ-
ent. Harry’s eyes widened.
- 1423 -
plicated, yes, and fools like Dumbledore
would never dare, but I am strong enough.
I have explored the depths of magic more
completely than any other wizard. I can
return them to you… if, you help me in
return.”
- 1424 -
enough?”
- 1425 -
Voldemort waved a hand and Harry went
soaring through the air. He couldn’t stop
the whimper that escaped when he land-
ed, but Voldemort wasn’t paying him any
attention. He’d turned back to the mirror,
and was looking into it, intent. Harry pat-
ted his pocket to make sure the Stone was
still there, and almost smiled to himself.
- 1426 -
A green spell exploded just above his ear.
Harry didn’t look back. The fires had gone
out around Snape’s obstacle – after all,
they’d only gone up when he and Hermi-
one entered on the other side of the room.
Harry raced through, unable to see or hear
Voldemort behind him, but was not going
to stop to make sure.
- 1427 -
– that was when he heard Voldemort,
crashing about in the water behind him,
and into the chess room, but that was
where his luck ran out. Harry noticed with
some relief, that his friends had obviously
made it out.
- 1428 -
Get out, Harry thought, and sent a body-
bind in Voldemort’s direction to distract
him. Voldemort stepped out of the way
without any effort, and flicked Quirrell’s
wand at Harry. An orange spell burst out,
which Harry only just managed to dodge,
and exploded on one of the black pawns.
It burst into flames – Harry’d never seen
stone catch fire before – but thankfully,
the pressure on Harry’s head had abated.
“Where is it?!”
- 1429 -
tered behind. Panting, Harry looked down
at his wand. How was he supposed to beat
that? He, who knew only the spells that
he’d been taught as a first year, and a few
other ones that Padfoot had taught him at
home. He didn’t even know how to block
spells!
- 1430 -
me? I am the most powerful wizard of our
age, and you really think you even have a
chance?”
- 1431 -
hand to snarl at Harry again. Harry was
already moving, though, toward his own
wand.
- 1432 -
§
- 1433 -
friends, and Merlin knew what state they
were in.
- 1434 -
hexes at the person that had materialised
there.
- 1435 -
trapdoor, where Mad-Eye was still wait-
ing. At first, Remus thought Fluffy might
have awoken, but it was voices he could
hear, not growling. The cause became very
clear when it was Snape - looking thin and
paler than usual – that dropped onto the
cushioning charm.
- 1436 -
They made it that far? he wondered.
Hermione was sobbing – likely with re-
lief – and then made a noise of surprise
as Snape came to relieve them of Draco.
Then she started to cry again, and Dora
put an arm around her shoulders, saying
things Remus couldn’t hear.
- 1437 -
ering his temple. “Rennervate.” Draco
groaned as he awoke, and then flung his
arms around Snape. Snape asked him all
sorts of questions about pain levels, and
location, and Draco ignored them all en-
tirely, and just clung on, trembling.
- 1438 -
ty when he came down to create his pro-
tection. Now, however, there were keys all
over the floor, and a pile of broomsticks
in a corner. Dumbledore’s mouth turned
down, but he waded through to the open
door across the room, without any difficul-
ty at all.
- 1439 -
Chapter 36:
The patients
- 1440 -
them. Harry took a step forward, and then
stopped.
- 1441 -
“Severus was right,” Dumbledore said. He
took one look at Harry, who Remus was
now trying to revive with every spell he
knew, and stood. Morton coughed blood,
and then managed to tip something down
his throat. He went still at once. Dumble-
dore flicked his wand to summon the phial
that had just dropped from Morton’s limp
hand, and raised it to his nose. He glanced
at Fawkes. “Phoenix tears,” he murmured.
- 1442 -
“Dead,” Harry said, closing his eyes again.
Though his face didn’t change much at all
– Remus thought he was too tired to – his
scent was sharp, and all over the place.
“Padfoot- the Veil. He’s dead.” Harry’s face
scrunched up.
- 1443 -
“Everything all right?” Remus asked Dora,
as she walked back into the hospital wing,
tucking her Sidekick away. She cast a sad
look at the curtains – which were blocking
Harry and Madam Pomfrey from view –
and then sat down beside Remus.
“Oh no-”
- 1444 -
knew Sirius was alive, Remus wanted to
see him, wanted to talk to him, and try to
forget those few nightmarish days where
he thought he’d never see his best friend
again.
- 1445 -
behind the curtain, and Ron’s soft snores,
the hospital wing was silent. There really
wasn’t much to keep an eye on.
- 1446 -
a pale pink colour when he pulled away.
“Will you be back tonight?”
- 1447 -
versationally.
- 1448 -
lems,” Albus replied. “I have you here, un-
armed, and unable to escape. I’d like some
questions answered, if that’s amenable to
you.”
- 1449 -
were helping him, weren’t you, Christo-
pher?” Christopher said nothing. “And
willingly, I daresay.”
- 1450 -
your father back?”
- 1451 -
dore, there’s no returning-”
- 1452 -
only reason I didn’t is because I thought
he might do exactly that, and came pre-
pared.” Albus watched him closely. “No,
he thinks I’m dead, and given that I’ve
failed tonight, he won’t be happy to learn
that I’m still alive.”
- 1453 -
harboured the wizarding world’s greatest
enemy within my school for the duration
of the year, and in doing so, put hundreds
of lives at risk. You attacked Fawkes,
Severus, Harry, and even me, that night
in the forest, and you have attempted to
still one of my dearest friend’s possessions
from my care-”
- 1454 -
Christopher through his spectacles. “A
second chance is a privilege, not a right.”
“I have-”
- 1455 -
“You’ve not even told me your real name,”
Albus said, and Christopher’s mouth
twitched. “You’ve boasted of your Occlu-
mency skills, though, and Lord Volde-
mort, no matter how desperate, would not
spend a full year in an eleven year old’s
head. Possess them briefly, certainly, or
manipulate them into doing his bidding,
but share a mind, and a body… No. Nor
would you have accounted for the possibil-
ity of betrayal.” Albus shook his head. “I
don’t know where the real Christopher is,
but I know you are not him.”
- 1456 -
“No, but I think a person’s actions tell you
more about them than a combination of
letters does,” Albus said. “I have no issue
with continuing to call you Christopher, if
that’s what you were worried about.”
“When I wake-?”
- 1457 -
floor.
- 1458 -
“You must be She-Weasley,” he said. Her
eyes narrowed.
- 1459 -
fered.
- 1460 -
your family?”
- 1461 -
to tell me later.” Draco felt a sudden stab
of jealousy for the apparently close sib-
ling relationship Weasley and She-Weas-
ley had. If it had been Hydrus rather than
Draco down the trapdoor, Draco wouldn’t
have been told anything at all, and Dra-
co was fairly sure he wouldn’t be telling
his brother much of what had taken place.
“What’s Gryffindor like?” she continued,
oblivious. Draco stared at her for a mo-
ment, trying to focus on what she’d said.
“You don’t like it?” she said, mistaking his
silence.
- 1462 -
sley said.
Oops, he thought.
- 1463 -
“How do you feel?”
- 1464 -
to convey that with a look – since Father
didn’t tolerate hugs – but Father was
watching She-Weasley with a supreme-
ly unimpressed expression. Severus was
frowning at Father.
- 1465 -
er’s expression went from icy to gentle
in less than a second, and for a moment,
Draco thought she might hug him. She
didn’t, though; instead she turned and ap-
proached Madam Pomfrey, wanting some
sort of official report on Draco’s health. Fa-
ther was still watching the Weasleys, and
Draco watched too; Mother Weasley was
sitting on Weasley’s bed, fussing over his
bandaged hand, and peppering him with
hugs and pats and kisses, while She-Wea-
sley chatted animatedly.
- 1466 -
out and put a hand on his shoulder, and
Draco – despite being angry at Severus for
ignoring him for weeks – leaned into the
contact and felt a little bit better.
- 1467 -
be in St Mungo’s for a while – at least a
month, the Healers were saying, if only to
make sure he didn’t try to go back to work
until he was ready – but that he was al-
ready awake and complaining about being
stuck in bed, and that he was desperate
to see Harry. Moony had promised to take
him as soon as Madam Pomfrey gave Harry
the all clear, and had promised to retrieve
Harry’s mirror from his office (where Har-
ry had left it the night they went down the
trapdoor) in the meantime. Harry hadn’t
been able to stop smiling since.
- 1468 -
doing something to keep everyone from
knowing-”
- 1469 -
out, and Dumbledore closed the curtains
behind them, and then flicked his wand at
them. The sound of their footsteps, and of
Madam Pomfrey healing a girl with a nas-
ty cough vanished at once. “Firstly, Harry,
I must commend you on your efforts last
night.” Harry suddenly remembered what
he’d gone down there for in the first place.
- 1470 -
the best,” Dumbledore said wryly. “I spent
the majority of my time wading through
the swamp, thinking you might have
tucked it away there, or buried it.”
“Sorry-”
- 1471 -
name either.
“A shame,” he sighed.
“Is he-”
- 1472 -
Moony’s. I mean, that wasn’t supposed to
be- that was meant to be a secret.”
- 1473 -
Voldemort has never understood love, par-
ticularly not of that magnitude. Her love
for you lingers still, protecting you – it’s
how I made the wards around your aunt
and uncle’s home, all those years ago –
and is within you. Quirinus was tainted,
sharing his mind and body and soul with
Voldemort, and when he tried to touch
you, someone so innately good, someone
marked by something so good, he was un-
able to.”
- 1474 -
And again and again, until the prophecy
resolves itself, one way or the other, Har-
ry thought, sighing.
- 1475 -
Chapter 37:
The cost of freedom
- 1476 -
check on him every hour. Still, his outlook
had improved considerably since Dumb-
ledore had arrived with news that Harry
was awake and well enough to play card
games. “-has caused considerable damage
to both of you; yours was personal, Sever-
us-” He glanced at Snape’s leg, and so did
Sirius. “-while Sirius, it was your godson
who bore the brunt of Quirrell’s attention.
Were Harry older, I’d take his opinions
into consideration, but given that he isn’t
yet twelve, and you are his guardian, I
thought it was appropriate to consult you
in his place.”
- 1477 -
him over to the Ministry.” Snape shift-
ed, looking a little uncomfortable. “That’s
what I thought.”
- 1478 -
he’d be Kissed on the spot.” Snape, Siri-
us wasn’t entirely surprised to see, didn’t
look too bothered by the idea. “Still, the al-
ternatives are keeping him in your pocket
for the rest of his life, Dumbledore, or let-
ting him go, and neither of those seems…
right.”
- 1479 -
“Surely he knows?” Sirius asked.
- 1480 -
no more.” He clasped his hands together.
“That does, of course, give us some free-
dom with how we choose to handle the sit-
uation.”
- 1481 -
“I take it,” Dumbledore said heavily, “that
the pair of you are familiar with the con-
cept of Unbreakable Vows?”
- 1482 -
to see this was the best deal he was going
to get; anything else would end up with
him dead or in prison, and Quirinus re-
spected Dumbledore far more than he re-
spected the Ministry.
- 1483 -
what you can within reason, to help and
protect those that Lord Voldemort or his
followers seek to harm?”
- 1484 -
piece of parchment in Severus’ hands,
upon which, the conditions of the Vow
were written. Judging by the number of
scribbles, it had taken them some time to
formulate the terms. Severus glanced at
Dumbledore, who tapped the parchment
with his wand, duplicating it. Quirinus
received one, while the other was tucked
safely into Dumbledore’s robes.
- 1485 -
as possible, and wanting Quirinus close,
where he could keep an eye on him. A light
Legillimency probe brushed Quirinus’ de-
fences, which he strengthened with a mere
thought. Severus scowled.
- 1486 -
sion could have curdled milk, but Dumble-
dore’s was inscrutable. He didn’t – regret-
tably – give Quirinus his wand. It seemed
he didn’t trust him that much yet. But he
did rap Quirinus on the head – Quirinus
went shooting up to an adult’s height - and
conjured him a mirror.
- 1487 -
with him, and then the pair of them made
their way over to a pillar, where several
red heads were visible together. Percy was
very obviously not talking to the twins,
nor had he for several weeks. They’d lost
points for leaving the common room (de-
spite getting trapped in the floor and not
actually making it very far) the night that
Harry and the others went after Morton.
Neville had won points (apparently, he’d
stood up to them), but despite that, the
twins had done enough damage to knock
Gryffindor into last place for the House
Cup.
- 1488 -
Ginny off.
- 1489 -
ment. He’d hoped that he’d be able to use
his injury as an excuse to not be able to
write, and that he wouldn’t have to do his
exams.
- 1490 -
notices.”
- 1491 -
“Here, give me that, and then we can go.”
Moony took Harry’s trunk, cast a shrink-
ing spell and tucked it into his pocket,
where Harry could only assume his own
trunk was. Harry let Hedwig out of her
cage with instructions to go home, and
then Moony cast his spell again and put
the cage in with the trunks. Then, Moo-
ny offered Harry his arm, and pulled him
into Apparition.
- 1492 -
looked as grim as ever. Tonks glanced at
him, looking nervous; Finch had sobbed
her way through congratulations for her
trainees, and Robards had made a very
moving speech about Marlene graduating,
despite all the challenges she’d faced, and
Padfoot had helped Hemsley recount fun-
ny anacdotes about Brown.
- 1493 -
ing at Harry, and went to talk to someone
else. Padfoot pulled Harry into a hug, and
the pair of them found seats.
- 1494 -
friends out of trouble,” Moony said, ap-
proaching them with a grin. He collapsed
into a chair with a grateful sigh.
- 1495 -
“There’s a rumour going around that Har-
ry got one hundred and six percent in De-
fence,” Moony said, with a very straight
face.
- 1496 -
“The gall,” Padfoot said, gasping, and
then chuckled. “Ah, well. Hopefully next
year he’ll have settled a bit.” A wicked
grin crept over his face, accompanied by
a very playful scent. “Speaking of settling
down… where’s Dora got to?” Moony, for
whatever reason, flushed a bright pink co-
lour, and hissed something at Padfoot that
even Harry’s ears couldn’t pick up. Harry
glanced between Padfoot and Moony, puz-
zled.
“What-”
- 1497 -
say more about whatever it was that had
antagonised Moony, but he only said, “So
what’s the plan for summer? Quidditch?
See some of your friends?” Padfoot frowned.
“Speaking of friends, I half expected you’d
have Draco with you.”
- 1498 -
ground. One was Dobby, with a basket of
gardening tools hanging on his scrawny
forearm, and the other was Draco, follow-
ing him from rosebush to rosebush, looking
more than a little lost. She couldn’t help
but remember that he’d looked comfort-
able in the hospital when he was speaking
with the Weasley girl – a blood traitor –
and yet here, in his own home he looked
nervous and kept to himself.
- 1499 -
sculpting him to be independent enough
to choose things for himself, would mean
losing him.
- 1500 -
enced. She could change everything, with
a few gentle words. She knew she could,
and she was tempted to. She wanted him
to be happy, but she didn’t want to lose
him, and she was, even now; she only had
to look at him to see how uncomfortable
he was in his own home. Surely Narcissa
wasn’t a bad person for wanting to keep
her son close?
- 1501 -
I will lose him, she thought, and was a lit-
tle surprised that no tears followed that
revelation. Perhaps not for a while, but
one day… She glanced out the window
again. At least I have him for at least one
more summer.
- 1502 -