Okay, so this is Kelia. I wrote this yesterday. I wrote it by hand, so thats why there's so many breaks. Everything feels so much longer by hand!
Chapter One
The dragon was huge. Its arched neck looked like a mountain ridge, the snow startlingly blue. But what mountain ended in a fearsome head, gaping with teeth?
“No way, am I riding that,” I stopped short, ignoring Rin tugging on my arm.
“Come on,” he urged. “You’ll love it.” It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen Rin riding dragons around the city - I was well accustomed to the sight - but now that it was so close and so big….
“Uh-uh.” I folded my arms and almost started walking away, but something about the dragon made me look at it. Its eyes weren’t fearsome like the rest of it, they were calm and serene, the deep blue hinting at hidden wisdom. “Do they like being ridden?” I asked suddenly.
“I don’t know,” rin shrugged. “I don’t think they mind. Though some of the younger ones can be-- temperamental. The real hotheads go live in the mountains, though most of them realize the benefits of staying with humans.”
I wasn’t really listening to him, I found myself just staring deeper and deeper into the dragons eyes. All of a sudden I saw in its eyes a lake, rippling gently. Then out of it burst a dragon - at first seeming to be made of shimmering water, then solidifying into an intense blue.
“Seraphim,” a booming voice spoke in my mind, and the image was gone.
I admit it: I was shocked. Rin must have sensed something was wrong, because didn’t argue with me to ride the dragon, like he usually would of. Instead, he let me go back to my room where I thought over the events.
‘How could that have happened?’ I thought. Humans hadn’t been able to understand dragons for thousands of years. Fortunately, they could understand our language, but they’d never been able to speak it. And I was certain that dragon had told me his name. I must have fallen asleep
puzzling over it, because the next thing I knew Rin was knocking on the door.
“Anything the matter?” he called in.
“No…well…come in,” I said indecisively. Once he was in the room I broached the subject cautiously. “Would you think I’m totally crazy if I said the dragon spoke to me?” I asked.
“Maybe not,” Rin said, smiling a little. “But it would depend on how plausible your story was.” So I told him, as matter of factedly as I could. He didn’t say anything for a while, just looked thoughtful. “I don’t know,” he said at last. “I don’t think that’s ever happened before. If I were you I would want double proof, to make sure I didn’t imagine it.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” I said. “The dragons on his rounds now?” and rin nodded. The dragons and humans worked together to make a defense system, dragons and riders flying around the city and keeping enemies at bay. There was another group of humans, who made sure no one hunted dragons. That was the exchange, and that was why Rin was used to flying
and I wasn’t. “I’ll visit him tonight, then.” I said determinedly.
The moon slipped under a cloud, and I darted from the protectors house to the dragons forest. I wanted to remain unseen if at all possible. I skirted the protectors path, and out of habit watched for hunters. They were always easy to find, as the majority were outfitted in clanking
armor and had battle horses. They still insisted on thinking there was glory in killing a dragon, which was way wrong. We had only had a treaty with them for a two hundred years!
The caves that housed the dragons were coming up, and I stepped clearly into the open. With dragon’s lightning quick reflexes, it was no use approaching from behind. I had never actually been in he caves, so I had no idea which on Seraphim was in. Nervously I peered into the darkness of one, and found twelve pairs of colorful eyes staring back at me. They were very big caves.
“Uh, do any of you know where Seraphim is?” I asked hesitantly. There was evident surprise among them, and they conferred in their strange language for a few minutes before one of them stepped out. Its nodded to the cave at its left, watching me with careful green eyes. “Thanks,” I
said and quickly left.
The next cave was much smaller, and I only found one pair of eyes gazing at me. “Seraphim,” I said questioningly and stepped forward. Seraphim regarded me cooly for a moment, and I was afraid nothing would happen. But then the voice spoke in my mind again.
“Aleandra,” the dragon said and I nodded quickly, my eyes bright. “You have come at last.”
Chapter Two
“You were expecting me?” was all I could say at the moment.
“Yes,” Seraphim said, and waited patiently as I sorted my thoughts out.
“But why me?” I asked. “Why did you speak to me and not Rin? Or anyone?”
“You have to look the dragon in the eye, for one thing,” Seraphim said.
“Riders are much too familiar with their dragons to ever really do that. Especially as you have to see the dragon as an equal.”
“Can all dragons speak to people?” I asked excitedly.
“No,” seraphim said, a bit sadly. “I am somewhat different. But that’s why I spoke to you. Dragons and humans have been separated for far too long. It is time for humans to learn our language again.”
“Wait, you cant mean…” I began to realize just what he meant. “I cant learn your language! Let alone teach it to other people!”
“But you must!” Seraphim’s voice grew agitated. “The knowledge of certain things has been held back too long! All barriers must be broken down!”
“Why?” I asked quietly. “What’s going to happen?”
“It is not my place to reveal it,” Seraphim turned away. Then more gently, “You will need to think. It is a big responsibility. And you may not think you are old enough, or wise enough, but you are. Else I would not have spoken to you. Go.” And so I went.
I think I can continue it, I have a basic idea of whats going to happen, except for right after that. I need her to have some problem or a bad guy show up, but I cant figure it out! At least I'm finally writing! :D
KrazyK
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Dragon's Back!
Hey ya'll! Okay I'm am 'replying to the the plea' rofl. I am posting the next chapter in my 'Dragon story' it is MUCH smaller than the usual chapters only because I had to really struggle to get through it, I was bored and I can't wait for the upcoming chapters. So. Yeah....it's alittle shorter. Not my favorite chapter but I still find it somewhat entertaining in parts. And if you pay close attention, especially to the clip of Chapter 4, there's a HUGE "Spoiler" so to speak about Dragon. *batts eyelashes* By the way, the Pictures above are of Dragon and Voldemort I found them quite fitting for this chapter :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the original Canon, charactors etc...or any of that junk, they are all the Wonderful work of J.K. Rowling, all I own are MY plot ideas and MY charactors. I'm just a girl who enjoys writing and has too much time on her hands or too much of an imagination-which on it is, is still undecided.
Stuff: 1st There are some spoilers but unless you read the book most of them aren't there so yeah just 'read-at-your-own-risk', 2nd My made ups are my made ups and I'd appreciate that if anyone that I don't know/do know are reading this to PLEASE DO NOT TAKE MY CHARACTORS. They are mine*hugs* I love them and they are close to my heart. Whether or not they are real doesn't matter, they are mine and I love them. 3rd I have some lines and stuff directly from the 5th H.P. book "Order of the Phoenix" in this chapter, I did not make them they are J.K.R's creation and I take no credit same for the fact that somethings have come from the 5th movie-again I take no credit.
With that done....Enjoy!
Fan Fiction Book: A World of Difference
Chapter 3: A Turn of the Tables
By: Katie LaGassie
Chapter 3
Several days had passed since Harry’s trial-ever single one was jam packed full of some sort of hoopla. (painting, wizard work a.k.a. Order work, etc...) When Hermione and Ron found out they were Prefects-mum threw a party-everyone was there:
“Oh Ron, Hermione, I’m so happy for you!” Mum said as she hugged them tightly, “Prefects!” She exclaimed, “That makes everyone in the family!”
I saw Fred and George raise their eyebrows, “What are we three the next door neighbors?” they muttered to me and I couldn’t help but laugh. I knew mum didn’t mean it the way she said it but still they had a point. Neither Fred, George, Ginny, nor I were prefects though I had 2 more years of school and Ginny was too young.
I glanced over at Harry; he looked far from happy as much as I knew he was trying to be. I heard Remus and Sirius mention that James had never been a prefect or anything else like that due to the trouble he was always in and Harry looked a bit happier.
Carmen walked over to Ron and Hermione from where she had been standing talking to Tonks whom had changed her hair to a tomato red color that was some where around mid-section length. She gave them each hugs and talked to them before going over to Harry. “Hey kiddo,” She said brightly, “enjoying yourself?” she asked Harry.
“Yeah,” Harry said after a pause.
Carmen’s coffee brown eyes sparkled, “You sure?” by the tone of her voice I knew she knew the truth. Harry glanced at her but said nothing. She set her eyes on his, “You are a great wizard Harry-we all know that, especially Dumbledore-I’m sure there is a logical explanation...I just don’t know it.” She finished and smiled at Harry in a kindly sister but motherly manor and stood strait. She looked remarkably professional despite her teenager like appearance and attitude, though from the stories I’d heard from Kingsley she was not far from Tonks when it came to abnormal dressing-even at work.
Mad-Eye was rummaging around the kitchen continuously checking for any sign of tracking devices or anything else-Especially boggarts. Several days ago mum had been cleaning upstairs and released the boggart which was being kept in a locked drawer up there, it then began shifting into everyone of the family dying, including Harry and several others including members of the Order such as Tonks, Carmen, Caroline etc…Mum was utterly devastated when Remus came and destroyed it but she seemed some what fine now, though she hasn’t spoken of it since. She has however been trying to get Carmen to go to Romania earlier than the train station drop off in a completely obvious (or at least for me it was) gesture to get her and Charlie closer together…perhaps more than friends? Much to mum’s dismay Carmen stated she was not leaving till she made sure each one of us were safely on the train and off to Hogwarts and everyone else was safely back at Head quarters or their jobs. I couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of when she told mum that, it wasn’t like Carmen to normally stand up to mum but some certain subject she put her foot down, that just happened to be one of them.
Dad tapped his goblet and stood up to make a toast and from then on that night was just crazy, hectic and fun-even Harry looked like he was enjoying himself. That had to be the best thing of all for Harry-he was finally, fully, truly enjoying himself. I smiled and continued to enjoy the evening.
The day of the train ride to Hogwarts came all too soon. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Dygon and I all packed quickly-we were all excited to be going back, though Harry felt slightly guilty to be leaving Sirius behind. Caroline had left a few days ago to make sure everything in the Library and Hogwarts was in order, Bill had returned to Egypt temporarily and Carmen was preparing for her return to Romania.
At about 8 A. M Carmen whistled from the base of the stairs and we all, in unison, ran down the stairs while carrying our luggage, "Ah," she smiled, "I just love being powerful." She said over the noise of Mrs. Black’s screaming which we all-somehow- managed to ignore and winked at us. She was dressed in a slightly fancy red tank top, black and grey pin striped knee length a-line skirt, short sleeved mini jacket that came just below her chest, and vibrant neon green heels. It was quite obvious she worked and was friends with Tonks just by the way she was dressed-though it looked quite nice. She popped gum into her mouth and played with the carefully spiral curled hair she had put in a bouncy pony tail with two strands on either side of her face.
"Nice look." Ginny said playfully and smiled as she indicated Carmen’s outfit.
Carmen rolled her eyes in a light teenage like manner, "It'd be better if I didn't have to where the fancy skirt, it makes the outfit look ridiculous." She looked at us, "Any who, you ready?" We all nodded, "Alright, good, leave your luggage here, Moody's taking care of that-" She turned her head to look into the Kitchen, "Mrs. Weasley are you ready?"
Mum hurried in, "Sorry just finishing up some things," She looked at us, fixed our hair and clothing (we all squirmed and fidgeted in dislike but she didn't seem to notice) and then rushed us out the door, Carmen following at the rear right by Harry.
Sirius, in dog form, ran after us, "Merlin," Carmen muttered almost sounding aggravated under her breath but the smile on her face showed her true emotion to the playful behavior. "Sirius," she said lowly as they walked up to a transformed Tonks (she had made herself into an older woman for the walk to the station), "make sure you keep a low profile." The dog looked at her, "Don't you look at me like that," She pointed her finger at him, "If anyone finds out who you are you know what could happen-be careful." She finished as Tonks walked over to her and mum began chewing out Sirius. Carmen looked at Harry who was smiling at Sirius' playfulness, though you could still tell something was bothering him; she rested a hand on his shoulder and bent down towards him, "Everything's going to be alright, Harry, you know that right?" If I didn't know better I'd say the Aurrors and Caroline could read minds like Moody. Harry shook his head lightly. Carmen came in front of him and stopped him, she set her eyes firmly on his, "We are going to make everything alright," she smiled, "soon enough Sirius will be cleared, you and Dumbledore will no longer be discredited, and you will be perfectly happy living with Sirius." She ruffled his hair, "We're going to do our best, Harry." She smiled and stood and began talking to Tonks. Some how I believed there was more than one mistake in her theory, though I knew she was trying her best to be optimistic for Harry's sake I knew she was as troubled as us all by the situations and knew what it would take for everything she said to happen to happen but I did notice it made Harry happier which I supposed is all worth the while. I turned from looking at Harry and surveying his facial expressions to conversing with Ginny while in the background we could hear Harry’s laughing at Sirius.
“When do you leave, Carmen?” Hermione turned and looked at her.
Carmen stopped talking to Tonks-they had been discussing something about men and their occasional obstinate behavior- and turned to Hermione, “Once the train leaves.” She played with her jacket, attempting to make it look right, as she spoke.
“What are you going to do in Romania?” Ginny asked, moving from our conversation and looking at her.
“Well,” Carmen began and I swear Tonks murmured something about kissing someone but I decided not to try and delve into her personal life, “work, tidy up my flat, help out my land lord, Mrs. Hardly, hang out with your brother Charlie- just usual stuff for me.” I knew ‘work’ was code for dark wizard and witch hunting, I had over heard her, Moody and a couple others discussing her duties over in Romania-none of which were simple or safe.
“Charlie?” Ron said as a questioning look came across his face, “I thought he just showed you around when you arrived.”
Carmen shook her head, Tonks murmured again and nudged her arm, and I swore she blushed, “No, we talk often.”
Tonks, still in her older woman form, looked at us, “Quite often-he also visits that much too,” She smiled at Carmen who I swore blushed once more. “he watches her flat too, even when she’s there just to make sure no one apparates in when they aren’t supposed to and hurt her.”
Carmen lightly rolled her eyes, more so resembling a teenager than she did before, “It’s not Charlie’s choice,” She glanced around unsure if she should bring up the topic. “He, the others and Dumbledore agreed on it. We’re all taking precautions.” She said quietly, and held her finger to her lips in silent gesture, “no more talk of this-not here-the opens too dangerous.”
We all nodded and finished out walk in silence. Once at the train station everyone hugged and said good bye over the loud noises, promised to write (as usual) and keep us informed and then we climbed upon the train.
“You’re mother sure is full of love isn’t she, Dragon?” Harry said wiping his cheek from the dozens of kisses she had given him.
Ginny giggled and I smiled from ear to ear, “Yeah she is,” my eyes twinkled, “but I like that.” That was true; I’d rather have her than Harry’s Aunt Petunia.
“I suppose it’s not a bad thing…” Harry trailed off unsure. Ginny lead us to a compartment and we all sat down.
“It’s Loony—” Hermione began but corrected herself, “Luna Lovegood.” She acknowledged the blond haired girl sitting next to me.
Luna glanced at me out of the corner of her dreamy eyes and smiled, “Hi Dragon.” Her mystical and dreamy like voice said.
“Hi,” I said and glanced at the Quibbler; I couldn’t help but smile, when I read it I usually did. Its outrageous stories of creatures that didn’t exist and other such oddities were the best of amusement in this day and age.
Almost immediately Luna, Ginny and I began in on a conversation about the Quibbler and its recent animals featured in it. We were so deep into conversation I barely noticed when Neville joined us.
“W-What are you talking about?” Neville finally asked us.
“Nargles,” Luna said and a bewildered look came across Neville’s face, “they’re talked about in here.” She indicated the Quibbler.
“Neville,” I said excitedly and leaped over Ron to hug him. “It’s wonderful to see you!” I said excitedly as he hugged me back. Neville was not a stranger to me hugging him; I often did it, he was one of my very few guy friends I could do that with.
“It’s wonderful to see you too.” He replied as I sat on his lap and placed his plant pet on my lap to examine it. People had often teased Neville and I about dating-something utterly ridiculous. We were and always have been since 1st year the best of friends, nothing more and nothings less.
For the rest of the train ride I talked with Ginny, Luna and Neville while Hermione, Harry and Ron discussed things I didn’t pay attention to and I doubted they wanted me to know.
It was dark when we arrived at the carriages, the sun was down and the stars and moon had risen high in the sky. The Thestrals stared at us as Luna told Harry he was just as sane as she was-which I knew didn’t really help him any. To over half the school Luna was known as “Loony” Lovegood-which is understandable considering the things she believed but still unfair to call anyone nevertheless. Though she doesn’t seem bothered by it-or by people taking her things, she believed it a game and by the end of the year they’d be return-course if they didn’t Ginny and I usually went in search of the culprits and got back her items for her in time for her to pack them and leave on the train. I guess Ginny and I kind of tend to look out for her in things like that though, Luna was tougher than some would think. She was smart and brave and I knew she was quite clever and could do anything she put her mind to-considering she was in ravenclaw.
The ride to the castle was fast, or so it seemed. Neville and I discussed Herbology-his favorite subject- while Luna and Ginny discussed Nargles, other such mythical creatures and of course- pudding and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat quietly almost believing the rest of us critically insane. That was a thought that made me smile-the though of Hermione, Harry and Ron believing the lot of us critically insane was simply amusing to me, seeing as it wasn’t that hard to picture.
It’s was very dark and cool when we arrived at Hogwarts Castle and you could hear the owls and other such creatures in the forbidden forest becoming active as the light faded. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna and I got our things and entered Hogwarts-it felt so good to be back. After the past months I had wanted nothing more than to get away.
We entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. “Where did you go?” I asked Dygon while slapping him lightly on the shoulder, “You ditched us.”
Dygon laughed, “I didn’t do it on purpose-I lost you guys in the crowd but I found Nathaniel, Fred, George and Lee so I sat with them.” I pretend to look hurt and he smiled, “I promise next time we’re in a crowd you can loose me.”
I jokingly stuck out my tongue but smiled, Dygon was like my cousin and if Caroline and Percy ever worked things out, Percy leveled his head and they got married Dygon would be my cousin. I sighed jokingly, “Alright, it’s a deal.”
Dygon smirked as sorting began before Dumbledore stood and began to give his usual speech. Course Dumbledore’s speeches were usually far from normal but this was beyond his normally unusual speeches. As he spoke all my muscles tensed, as if something was not right; something wasn’t right. There was a tone in his voice, one I was not used to hearing from his mouth-it was not calm and cheerful; it was grave and uptight. Far too serious for his usual self.
Ron glanced at me and I knew he knew how tense I was-he leaned in from his seat across me to ask if I was alright but he never got the chance. Dumbledore introduced Dolores Jane Umbridge as high inquisitor to Hogwarts and my throat dried as anger boiled within me. She was from the Ministry. Harry had told me about her, she was at his trial.
“That’s her,” Harry said leaning in to Ron, Hermione, Dygon, Ginny and I, “That’s the woman who was at my trail.” I looked over at Dolores. She was a sickly sweet woman (kind of reminded me of Fleur in that way) but there was something about her- something that made me want to cringe. It was like being around a dementor, I wanted nothing more than to take out my wand and defend myself. “She works for Fudge.”
Carmen rolled her eyes in a light teenage like manner, "It'd be better if I didn't have to where the fancy skirt, it makes the outfit look ridiculous." She looked at us, "Any who, you ready?" We all nodded, "Alright, good, leave your luggage here, Moody's taking care of that-" She turned her head to look into the Kitchen, "Mrs. Weasley are you ready?"
Mum hurried in, "Sorry just finishing up some things," She looked at us, fixed our hair and clothing (we all squirmed and fidgeted in dislike but she didn't seem to notice) and then rushed us out the door, Carmen following at the rear right by Harry.
Sirius, in dog form, ran after us, "Merlin," Carmen muttered almost sounding aggravated under her breath but the smile on her face showed her true emotion to the playful behavior. "Sirius," she said lowly as they walked up to a transformed Tonks (she had made herself into an older woman for the walk to the station), "make sure you keep a low profile." The dog looked at her, "Don't you look at me like that," She pointed her finger at him, "If anyone finds out who you are you know what could happen-be careful." She finished as Tonks walked over to her and mum began chewing out Sirius. Carmen looked at Harry who was smiling at Sirius' playfulness, though you could still tell something was bothering him; she rested a hand on his shoulder and bent down towards him, "Everything's going to be alright, Harry, you know that right?" If I didn't know better I'd say the Aurrors and Caroline could read minds like Moody. Harry shook his head lightly. Carmen came in front of him and stopped him, she set her eyes firmly on his, "We are going to make everything alright," she smiled, "soon enough Sirius will be cleared, you and Dumbledore will no longer be discredited, and you will be perfectly happy living with Sirius." She ruffled his hair, "We're going to do our best, Harry." She smiled and stood and began talking to Tonks. Some how I believed there was more than one mistake in her theory, though I knew she was trying her best to be optimistic for Harry's sake I knew she was as troubled as us all by the situations and knew what it would take for everything she said to happen to happen but I did notice it made Harry happier which I supposed is all worth the while. I turned from looking at Harry and surveying his facial expressions to conversing with Ginny while in the background we could hear Harry’s laughing at Sirius.
“When do you leave, Carmen?” Hermione turned and looked at her.
Carmen stopped talking to Tonks-they had been discussing something about men and their occasional obstinate behavior- and turned to Hermione, “Once the train leaves.” She played with her jacket, attempting to make it look right, as she spoke.
“What are you going to do in Romania?” Ginny asked, moving from our conversation and looking at her.
“Well,” Carmen began and I swear Tonks murmured something about kissing someone but I decided not to try and delve into her personal life, “work, tidy up my flat, help out my land lord, Mrs. Hardly, hang out with your brother Charlie- just usual stuff for me.” I knew ‘work’ was code for dark wizard and witch hunting, I had over heard her, Moody and a couple others discussing her duties over in Romania-none of which were simple or safe.
“Charlie?” Ron said as a questioning look came across his face, “I thought he just showed you around when you arrived.”
Carmen shook her head, Tonks murmured again and nudged her arm, and I swore she blushed, “No, we talk often.”
Tonks, still in her older woman form, looked at us, “Quite often-he also visits that much too,” She smiled at Carmen who I swore blushed once more. “he watches her flat too, even when she’s there just to make sure no one apparates in when they aren’t supposed to and hurt her.”
Carmen lightly rolled her eyes, more so resembling a teenager than she did before, “It’s not Charlie’s choice,” She glanced around unsure if she should bring up the topic. “He, the others and Dumbledore agreed on it. We’re all taking precautions.” She said quietly, and held her finger to her lips in silent gesture, “no more talk of this-not here-the opens too dangerous.”
We all nodded and finished out walk in silence. Once at the train station everyone hugged and said good bye over the loud noises, promised to write (as usual) and keep us informed and then we climbed upon the train.
“You’re mother sure is full of love isn’t she, Dragon?” Harry said wiping his cheek from the dozens of kisses she had given him.
Ginny giggled and I smiled from ear to ear, “Yeah she is,” my eyes twinkled, “but I like that.” That was true; I’d rather have her than Harry’s Aunt Petunia.
“I suppose it’s not a bad thing…” Harry trailed off unsure. Ginny lead us to a compartment and we all sat down.
“It’s Loony—” Hermione began but corrected herself, “Luna Lovegood.” She acknowledged the blond haired girl sitting next to me.
Luna glanced at me out of the corner of her dreamy eyes and smiled, “Hi Dragon.” Her mystical and dreamy like voice said.
“Hi,” I said and glanced at the Quibbler; I couldn’t help but smile, when I read it I usually did. Its outrageous stories of creatures that didn’t exist and other such oddities were the best of amusement in this day and age.
Almost immediately Luna, Ginny and I began in on a conversation about the Quibbler and its recent animals featured in it. We were so deep into conversation I barely noticed when Neville joined us.
“W-What are you talking about?” Neville finally asked us.
“Nargles,” Luna said and a bewildered look came across Neville’s face, “they’re talked about in here.” She indicated the Quibbler.
“Neville,” I said excitedly and leaped over Ron to hug him. “It’s wonderful to see you!” I said excitedly as he hugged me back. Neville was not a stranger to me hugging him; I often did it, he was one of my very few guy friends I could do that with.
“It’s wonderful to see you too.” He replied as I sat on his lap and placed his plant pet on my lap to examine it. People had often teased Neville and I about dating-something utterly ridiculous. We were and always have been since 1st year the best of friends, nothing more and nothings less.
For the rest of the train ride I talked with Ginny, Luna and Neville while Hermione, Harry and Ron discussed things I didn’t pay attention to and I doubted they wanted me to know.
It was dark when we arrived at the carriages, the sun was down and the stars and moon had risen high in the sky. The Thestrals stared at us as Luna told Harry he was just as sane as she was-which I knew didn’t really help him any. To over half the school Luna was known as “Loony” Lovegood-which is understandable considering the things she believed but still unfair to call anyone nevertheless. Though she doesn’t seem bothered by it-or by people taking her things, she believed it a game and by the end of the year they’d be return-course if they didn’t Ginny and I usually went in search of the culprits and got back her items for her in time for her to pack them and leave on the train. I guess Ginny and I kind of tend to look out for her in things like that though, Luna was tougher than some would think. She was smart and brave and I knew she was quite clever and could do anything she put her mind to-considering she was in ravenclaw.
The ride to the castle was fast, or so it seemed. Neville and I discussed Herbology-his favorite subject- while Luna and Ginny discussed Nargles, other such mythical creatures and of course- pudding and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat quietly almost believing the rest of us critically insane. That was a thought that made me smile-the though of Hermione, Harry and Ron believing the lot of us critically insane was simply amusing to me, seeing as it wasn’t that hard to picture.
It’s was very dark and cool when we arrived at Hogwarts Castle and you could hear the owls and other such creatures in the forbidden forest becoming active as the light faded. Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna and I got our things and entered Hogwarts-it felt so good to be back. After the past months I had wanted nothing more than to get away.
We entered the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. “Where did you go?” I asked Dygon while slapping him lightly on the shoulder, “You ditched us.”
Dygon laughed, “I didn’t do it on purpose-I lost you guys in the crowd but I found Nathaniel, Fred, George and Lee so I sat with them.” I pretend to look hurt and he smiled, “I promise next time we’re in a crowd you can loose me.”
I jokingly stuck out my tongue but smiled, Dygon was like my cousin and if Caroline and Percy ever worked things out, Percy leveled his head and they got married Dygon would be my cousin. I sighed jokingly, “Alright, it’s a deal.”
Dygon smirked as sorting began before Dumbledore stood and began to give his usual speech. Course Dumbledore’s speeches were usually far from normal but this was beyond his normally unusual speeches. As he spoke all my muscles tensed, as if something was not right; something wasn’t right. There was a tone in his voice, one I was not used to hearing from his mouth-it was not calm and cheerful; it was grave and uptight. Far too serious for his usual self.
Ron glanced at me and I knew he knew how tense I was-he leaned in from his seat across me to ask if I was alright but he never got the chance. Dumbledore introduced Dolores Jane Umbridge as high inquisitor to Hogwarts and my throat dried as anger boiled within me. She was from the Ministry. Harry had told me about her, she was at his trial.
“That’s her,” Harry said leaning in to Ron, Hermione, Dygon, Ginny and I, “That’s the woman who was at my trail.” I looked over at Dolores. She was a sickly sweet woman (kind of reminded me of Fleur in that way) but there was something about her- something that made me want to cringe. It was like being around a dementor, I wanted nothing more than to take out my wand and defend myself. “She works for Fudge.”
“That witch?” Dygon said and I heard the disgusted tone in his voice. “She wears anymore pink and she’ll look like Barbie’s new best friend ‘High Inquisitor woman’.” At this we all snickered. Dygon had a way of lightening almost any uptight situation. His home life was anything but light so the ability of having to lighten moods wasn’t one hard to achieve by he and his siblings. Even though they had senses of humor they were quite different-fact is the whole family was quite different from one another.
Caroline, his older sister (the only girl in the family) is Percy’s age and a former Ravenclaw. She’s quiet and reserved, much so the shy type though she’s extremely smart and intelligent, McGonagal once told me that Caroline could have been an Aurror if she choose to but the comfort and protection of Hogwarts walls and books called to Caroline more than such a job. She isn’t the person to take action in violence to solve a problem so it slightly surprised me that she was on the Order but I know Dumbledore trusts her and knows that she’d do anything to help him, her family, friends, Hogwarts, the faculty, and the students.
Nathaniel, one of his three older brothers is Fred and George’s age. He’s the only sibling to ever rest in Slytherin-why he’s there still makes no sense to me. He’s a jokester and best friends with Fred, George, and Lee Jordon. If one gets detention you can be sure the others have it too. What Nathaniel does when he leaves school is an utter mystery to me. Most of all he spends any spare time of his with his Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff buddies being the “Malfoy police” Merlin bless him.
Aleah, a pureblood and a former Hufflepuff, was Dygon’s mother; she had been murdered when Dygon was 4 and seeing as his father wasn’t and isn’t very loving his older siblings took him under their wing. She was a kind, timid, loving and fragile witch-out of all the children she much resembled Caroline.
Snare, a pureblood as well and a former Slytherin, is Dygon’s father. He’s cruel in nature, he is not loving or caring-not even toward his own children and Dygon claims to have had him try and kill him before (could he be exaggerating or lying? If so-why?). Snare works within the Ministry close to the Minister though I am not aware of what his job status is. He is controlling and has, more than once, attempted to keep his children from coming to Hogwarts. Odd man huh?
Andy was the eldest of the siblings, an Aurror and a former member of Gryffindor just like Dygon. He was quite a bit older than Dygon; he was about 27 when Dygon was 12. Andy was the strength of his siblings after their mum died he was the one who took everyone under his wing. Though his usually serious and kind attitude he also had a heavy sense of humor which he left out often, especially around us and his siblings. On the 2nd day of Hogwarts in Dygon’s 3rd year he got a note telling him Andy have been killed in an Aurror accident. Nothing more, nothing less. It crushed the whole family-except Snare.
Then there left one more. Tommy. Tommy is the same age as my brother Charlie and is a former Hufflepuff. He is kind and sensitive; he’s kind of the soft one-even softer than Caroline even though that doesn’t seem possibly. He got a job within the Ministry that aloud him to travel so he could stay with Andy and his family as he got older and when Andy went on more Aurror adventures he could help out Caroline and Nathaniel. Many believed Tommy a coward do to certain actions such as after his brother’s death. After Andy’s murder Tommy took off, he ran away to Australia saying that the house, London and everywhere else had far too many memories of Andy for him to stay without it hurting. He still keeps in touch and makes sure they’re doing alright; he hasn’t come back since Andy died. That may however change, Dygon said Caroline and Tommy were talking one night and they were talking about how Tommy may urgently come to the London area to take care of some important business. By the way Dygon worded it, it sound social. Family oriented maybe? Or Friend?
“I do not doubt that,” Harry said agreeing with Dygon on Dolores’ outfit. “It’s atrocious.”
“Who wears that much pink?” Ginny spoke up, “Something’s got to be wrong with her.”
I surveyed Dolores with my eyes as she spoke, I clenched my jaw as I felt her fighting against my tries at entering her mind and it was tiring-battling for ones mind or mind control is not an easy matter, it takes a lot of strength. She swooped her gaze down upon me. She knew who I was-the whole Ministry did. I was of no secret. “There is.” I kept my eyes on Dolores making up my mind towards her not that it took much effort. “I don’t like her.”
“Why would you?” Ron said and Hermione whacked him.
“You never know, Ron, you can’t always go on first impressions,” She turned to me and I knew what was coming, “Why don’t you like her? How do you know you don’t?”
I glanced at Hermione I probably should have told her long ago about who and what I was and the abilities I obtained. But I didn’t. “I just do know, there’s something about her that makes me cringe-it’s an awful sensation.” A chill went down my spine but I kept from shivering. “I don’t like it.”
“I know what you mean.” Both Harry and Dygon spoke flatly at the same time but I knew it was about two different instances. They glanced at each other and smirked. Dygon and Harry were quite close, as close as Harry was to Hermione and Ron. Now that’s saying something.
I smirked but turned my attention to the teacher and staff table, none of them seemed pleased with Dolores-probably about the fact that the Ministry was invading Hogwarts. Hogwarts was not their business; they should’ve just butted out. Caroline was sitting between Minerva and Hagrid; they seemed to be whispering between each other while shooting glances to Dolores and Dumbledore. They obviously didn’t think this was going to turn out well. I had taken to paying close attention to how people acted to know what they were thinking and feeling considering Dumbledore had strictly told me not to read minds too often, it opens me up to Voldemort. Good old Moldy Shorts. Ugh.
Dumbledore soon had Dolores take her seat and then continued his speech. He soon finished and we ate our usual feast and talked with out friends. Dean told me he had spent most of the summer at summer camps and Seamus had spent most of the summer being antagonized by his mother about Harry. Neville had spent most of the summer creating a garden in his grandmother’s yard, Athena (Andrew Wood’s girlfriend-he’s our Quidditch Captain) spent most of her time taking care of and playing with her animals and helping out at animal shelters, Andrew and Christopher (Wood) visited their older brother, Oliver and stayed with him for a good portion of the summer, Luna helped her dad with the Quibbler, Collin took a ton of pictures (he showed me every one or them) and Nathaniel and Lee spent the summer at Lee’s house mainly-with the occasional visit to or from Fred and George. All in all our friends had an active summer-which is a good thing.
Soon the feast was over and we all headed up to the common rooms, “I am not looking forward to Potions tomorrow.” Harry said grimly and I just smirked.
“I promise, Harry, I’ll make sure to get detention to keep you company.” I tried to keep a straight face as I spoke, the truth was I knew I was lucky to have stepped a foot into Hogwarts and not already have a detention. I swear Snape was out to get me.
“You’ll make good on that promise.” Dean commented and lightly nudged my arm, I couldn’t help but laugh. He knew me far too well.
I nodded and Harry spoke up, “I’ve never had a detention she was not in.”
“She takes after,” Ron began but didn’t continue, he just made it seem like his train of thought slip but I knew who he was talking about, Sirius. I did have the mischief Sirius had but I tended to follow the rules better than he did. I had more self control.
“I’m not helping you two with your homework this year,” Hermione said to Ron and Harry, “You’re on your own, it’s O.W.L.S. this year and I don’t want to be responsible for your passing if you shouldn’t have.” She paused, “Not that you won’t pass, I’m just saying.”
“We’ll just die, that’s alright.” Harry said sounding sarcastic.
“I’d say I’d help but….have you seen my grades?” Dygon said with a slight smirk. Failing or passing really didn’t matter to him all he cared was he was away from his father and close to his friends and other family. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much help.”
“True.” Harry said and Dygon shoved him light and both began laughing. I swear Harry was running a temperature he was actually acting happy now-a-days. When he first arrived at number 12 Grimmauld place he was extremely mad and upset and now he was happy, truly happy.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Dygon went on talking to our friends about the things they did over the summer, cleverly made up stories. We were sworn to secrecy about the Order, their work, and their location for security reasons, of course.
“Ms. Weasley.” McGonagall’s voice came from behind the group of us. We all stopped and Ginny and I turned, McGonagall was walking towards us, she adjusted her glasses and locked between us before extending her finger towards me, “Meygan, come with me.”
I heard whispers behind me and couldn’t help but know what they were thinking. How could I be in trouble already? “Yes professor.” I lightly waved and walked off quickly.
“Albus wishes to speak with you immediately.” McGonagall’s lips barely moved as she spoke. “He should have awhile ago.” I glanced at her and she looked at me and patted my back at we walked, “You aren’t in trouble; wipe that guilty look off your face, Meygan Ann.”
I ducked my head, I didn’t mean to seem guilty and usually I could hide my expressions but I had thought I had done something wrong. Apparently not. Why else Dumbledore would wish to seem me was of a mystery to me, though? Not like I sit down at night and drink tea with him usually, he’s my headmaster-okay so we were a little closer than headmaster and student but still-why would he wish to see me unless I had done something wrong? Perhaps he was telling me not to do something wrong. The list of reasons was surprisingly endless.
We arrived up at Dumbledore’s office door within minutes, “Alright,” McGonagal said after opening the doors, “I’ll be up soon, you go now.” She lightly pushed me towards the door and I climbed onto the stairs, I had a dreaded feeling hanging over me. I don’t like dreaded feelings.
The stairs stopped and the doors open, I was directly in front of Dumbledore’s desk. I stepped out and onto his office floor and the doors shut behind me. Dumbledore looked up at me and locked his eyes with mine in a cut-throat hold, “Please take a seat, Meygan.” A seat appeared in front of him and he pointed to it.
I hesitated but moved forward, something didn’t feel right. “Please do move along, Ms…..Ms Weasley.” I froze. I didn’t turn, I just froze, I was staring straight over Dumbledore’s head. I didn’t want to look at the owner of the voice. “There are matters to discuss.” Dolores Umbridge walked out from the side of me to in front of me and took a seat next to mine. Next to mine. I felt like I was gonna hurl.
I looked at Dumbledore who nodded for me to sit down and then I shot my eyes at Dolores before sitting down next to her. Sitting next to her felt horrible. “Has everything been alright, Meygan?” Dumbledore asked me and locked eyes with me once more. I began to nod but soon realized what he was talking about…..my dreams. This had to be about the last thing I wanted to discuss with Dolores Umbridge around if Harry didn’t like her first and then I didn’t like her there had to be something wrong with her.
“Yes.” I spoke softly, Umbridge was breathing down my neck and it was uncomfortable.
“Dear girl,” Her voice a shrill of joyful terror, “Don’t lie,” I blinked, what was she my mother? “We know the truth.” That was a creepy thought, the last thing I wanted was the ministry knowing my business. “Tell us about these dreams of yours.”
My heart nearly stopped as I sat down; why would Dumbledore tell her such things? Mum and Dad didn’t want anyone outside of family and the Order knowing. How could Dumbledore tell them? After everything the Ministry’s doing to him, why would he ‘rat me out’ per say? “They really aren’t anything.” I really didn’t want to discuss this in the room with Dolores Umbridge or the man whom I thought I could trust but apparently was wrong about. “Just dreams, you know the usual unicorns and fairies.” I shrugged.
Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann, please do cooperate, this is important business.” ‘Yes my business’ I thought.
“I am cooperating.” I said sternly and leaned back into my chair with my arms crossed. If he thought I was going to cooperate they way they wanted he had another thing coming.
“Why do they cause you to loose sleep if they’re nothing?” Dolores’ sickly sweet tone was directed at me.
I narrowed my eyes and focused at the dark wood grain of Dumbledore’s desk. The only two people that I was aware of knowing about that detail of my ‘dreams’ were Ron and Harry. Neither of them would rat on me…not that I was aware of anyway. “I don’t loose sleep, I just wake up earlier.” Okay that was not a total lie, I just stretched the truth and twisted it with a lie. Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann,” he began but his office door opened and Minerva and several of the Hogwarts staff members entered.
“Sorry,” Caroline’s gentle voice came from the farthest corner of the group, “we got hung up.” I didn’t turn to look at her, I was afraid I’d glare and make her think I was mad at her. She walked over and rested her hands on my shoulders, it was a comforting gesture and it was also a relaxing one. “You wouldn’t mind recapping would you?”
“Not at all,” Dumbledore moved his gaze from my eyes to hers and back to mine as a smile etched his lips. “We were talking about Meygan’s,” he paused, “…dreams….”
I could feel eyes rest of me and I shuddered on the inside, each stare had a different intensity. “Do tell.” Professor Snape’s drawl was noticeable in the dead silence.
“She’s been having dreams, about dark nature that have been disturbing her sleep.” Dolores spoke and looked at me; I was still glaring at the wood. “Though she denies it.” The last bit of her tone was almost bitter; I gritted my teeth.
I heard a soothing cooing sound come from Caroline’s throat, it was a sound only loud enough for I to hear and she put a hand on the top of my head and lightly stroked the gentle waves. It was a moment before she spoke, “Dark nature, really? Hmmm….” Her voice was an odd, unfamiliar tone it seemed to lash harshly at Dumbledore and Dolores but turn gentle around me. Like she knew exactly what they were talking about. She rubbed my head again and I glanced at the hand still on my shoulder to notice that it was laced with fresh scars as if she’d recently rolled in a thorn bush. “I believe you got your information wrong,” Caroline placed the hand on my shoulder again, “I’ve spent the summer with the Weasley’s and I spend a lot of time with the children here, I know every secret the hold-I assure you she has no such dreams or lack of sleep.” I had never once heard Caroline lie and I had to admit I was impressed, I never pictured her lying, ever.
“But Professor Dumbledore said,” Dolores began but Caroline cut her off, her tone irritated.
“The information was mis-read.” She paused, “If you and Dragon would leave the rest of the staff and I alone I believe I could clear things up and then I’d be more than willing to tell you what happened and what is really going on.” I looked up as she ended and noticed that Caroline and a picture perfect smile on her face as she looked at Dolores.
Dolores gave an irritated sound and stood, “Fine but I suggest you clear it up quickly, the Ministry will want answer and will want them fast.” She looked at me as she walked off, “We’ve got our eye on you.” Her voice was so quiet I guess no one but I heard her as the door shut behind her.
The room was silent for awhile, “I’ll take her back to the common room.” Caroline said as she finished musing with my hair once more, “I’ll be back in less than five minutes,” She patted my arm and turned to the door, “Come along, Dragon.”
I stood and quickly followed her out; I wanted nothing more than to leave that room. “You lied.” I said once we were far from the door way to Dumbledore’s office.
Caroline laughed, stopped and turned to look at me, her golden-blue eyes looked tired, “It’s not that unusual.” She smiled; her face had the same marks as her hands. “It’s human nature to lie at some point in your life.”
“Why’d you do that?” I asked as her and I began walking again.
“I dislike her as much as you already do, Dragon,” She tucked her head behind her ears, “plus I’d like to know how she knows, and why he told her.” She looked at me again, “I’m sure you and your family would like to know the same.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” I muttered as we walked along the hall.
Caroline smiled, “Try to perk up, we’ll clear everything up don’t worry, it’s gonna look like one big mistake. Trust me.” She patted my hand and was silent the rest of the way.
Once we arrived at the portrait of the fat lady I turned and looked at her. “Thanks,” I said and went to turn back.
“Wait.” Caroline said and I turned back, “I want to talk to you.” She patted the railing beside her as she sat on it herself. “Ron and your parents told most of the Order and I about your dreams, as you know.” I sat down and she looked at me, “Are they still bothering you?”
I hesitated before nodding, “Yes, I’m still having them often and to be truthful I haven’t been sleeping more than 2 or 3 hours a night.”
Caroline’s brow furred and she turned away from me a thoughtful expression on her face. “Have you tried blocking it?”
“I’m a sleep.”
“True,” She swung her feet around like a three-year-old as she chewed her lip thoughtfully, “You have no control over it?”
“Well especially not when I’m sleeping.”
Caroline’s eyes widened and she looked at me, “It happens when you’re awake?”
I blinked, “Mum didn’t tell you?”
“No.” She said and curled her legs up on the banister while dangerously balancing on it, “This is serious, Dragon,” she chewed her lip, “if Tonks and them are right,” she lowered her alright quiet voice to almost a whisper, “Voldemort is tapping within your mind, he’s getting into your head and seeing what he wants and,” she paused placing thoughts together, “what it sounds like is you go into his mind or others he’s torturing.” She glanced at me, “He’s using you and it’s dangerous. You know that.” She rubbed her neck thoughtfully, “Have you tried Occlumancy?”
I shook my head, “No,”
“I’ll talk to Albus about that.” She slipped childly off the banister and onto the ground, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” She patted my hand and smiled, “I’ll let you know how things go but I can assure you, it’ll be fine, I promise.” Her eyes twinkled and seemed to liven as she turned and walked down the stairs and into the darkness.
I stayed outside the portrait for awhile thinking. ‘If Voldemort was using Harry why would he need me? Why was Dolores here? Why was Caroline so scratched up? And what is up with Dumbledore?’ I thought quietly to myself as I sat on the cold floor. I wasn’t looking foreword to sleeping nor did I expect to get much sleep but I was tired. I leaned my head against the cool brick and closed my eyes as sharp knife-like pain and burning raged my right arm as usual, I rubbed the spot where it hurt the most and felt the twisting of skin harder and winced as pain seered my body. Of all the things a metamorph could do they could not shield the design or the pain of the Dark Mark. It was a scar thoughs certain individuals would have to live with. Forever.
Caroline, his older sister (the only girl in the family) is Percy’s age and a former Ravenclaw. She’s quiet and reserved, much so the shy type though she’s extremely smart and intelligent, McGonagal once told me that Caroline could have been an Aurror if she choose to but the comfort and protection of Hogwarts walls and books called to Caroline more than such a job. She isn’t the person to take action in violence to solve a problem so it slightly surprised me that she was on the Order but I know Dumbledore trusts her and knows that she’d do anything to help him, her family, friends, Hogwarts, the faculty, and the students.
Nathaniel, one of his three older brothers is Fred and George’s age. He’s the only sibling to ever rest in Slytherin-why he’s there still makes no sense to me. He’s a jokester and best friends with Fred, George, and Lee Jordon. If one gets detention you can be sure the others have it too. What Nathaniel does when he leaves school is an utter mystery to me. Most of all he spends any spare time of his with his Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff buddies being the “Malfoy police” Merlin bless him.
Aleah, a pureblood and a former Hufflepuff, was Dygon’s mother; she had been murdered when Dygon was 4 and seeing as his father wasn’t and isn’t very loving his older siblings took him under their wing. She was a kind, timid, loving and fragile witch-out of all the children she much resembled Caroline.
Snare, a pureblood as well and a former Slytherin, is Dygon’s father. He’s cruel in nature, he is not loving or caring-not even toward his own children and Dygon claims to have had him try and kill him before (could he be exaggerating or lying? If so-why?). Snare works within the Ministry close to the Minister though I am not aware of what his job status is. He is controlling and has, more than once, attempted to keep his children from coming to Hogwarts. Odd man huh?
Andy was the eldest of the siblings, an Aurror and a former member of Gryffindor just like Dygon. He was quite a bit older than Dygon; he was about 27 when Dygon was 12. Andy was the strength of his siblings after their mum died he was the one who took everyone under his wing. Though his usually serious and kind attitude he also had a heavy sense of humor which he left out often, especially around us and his siblings. On the 2nd day of Hogwarts in Dygon’s 3rd year he got a note telling him Andy have been killed in an Aurror accident. Nothing more, nothing less. It crushed the whole family-except Snare.
Then there left one more. Tommy. Tommy is the same age as my brother Charlie and is a former Hufflepuff. He is kind and sensitive; he’s kind of the soft one-even softer than Caroline even though that doesn’t seem possibly. He got a job within the Ministry that aloud him to travel so he could stay with Andy and his family as he got older and when Andy went on more Aurror adventures he could help out Caroline and Nathaniel. Many believed Tommy a coward do to certain actions such as after his brother’s death. After Andy’s murder Tommy took off, he ran away to Australia saying that the house, London and everywhere else had far too many memories of Andy for him to stay without it hurting. He still keeps in touch and makes sure they’re doing alright; he hasn’t come back since Andy died. That may however change, Dygon said Caroline and Tommy were talking one night and they were talking about how Tommy may urgently come to the London area to take care of some important business. By the way Dygon worded it, it sound social. Family oriented maybe? Or Friend?
“I do not doubt that,” Harry said agreeing with Dygon on Dolores’ outfit. “It’s atrocious.”
“Who wears that much pink?” Ginny spoke up, “Something’s got to be wrong with her.”
I surveyed Dolores with my eyes as she spoke, I clenched my jaw as I felt her fighting against my tries at entering her mind and it was tiring-battling for ones mind or mind control is not an easy matter, it takes a lot of strength. She swooped her gaze down upon me. She knew who I was-the whole Ministry did. I was of no secret. “There is.” I kept my eyes on Dolores making up my mind towards her not that it took much effort. “I don’t like her.”
“Why would you?” Ron said and Hermione whacked him.
“You never know, Ron, you can’t always go on first impressions,” She turned to me and I knew what was coming, “Why don’t you like her? How do you know you don’t?”
I glanced at Hermione I probably should have told her long ago about who and what I was and the abilities I obtained. But I didn’t. “I just do know, there’s something about her that makes me cringe-it’s an awful sensation.” A chill went down my spine but I kept from shivering. “I don’t like it.”
“I know what you mean.” Both Harry and Dygon spoke flatly at the same time but I knew it was about two different instances. They glanced at each other and smirked. Dygon and Harry were quite close, as close as Harry was to Hermione and Ron. Now that’s saying something.
I smirked but turned my attention to the teacher and staff table, none of them seemed pleased with Dolores-probably about the fact that the Ministry was invading Hogwarts. Hogwarts was not their business; they should’ve just butted out. Caroline was sitting between Minerva and Hagrid; they seemed to be whispering between each other while shooting glances to Dolores and Dumbledore. They obviously didn’t think this was going to turn out well. I had taken to paying close attention to how people acted to know what they were thinking and feeling considering Dumbledore had strictly told me not to read minds too often, it opens me up to Voldemort. Good old Moldy Shorts. Ugh.
Dumbledore soon had Dolores take her seat and then continued his speech. He soon finished and we ate our usual feast and talked with out friends. Dean told me he had spent most of the summer at summer camps and Seamus had spent most of the summer being antagonized by his mother about Harry. Neville had spent most of the summer creating a garden in his grandmother’s yard, Athena (Andrew Wood’s girlfriend-he’s our Quidditch Captain) spent most of her time taking care of and playing with her animals and helping out at animal shelters, Andrew and Christopher (Wood) visited their older brother, Oliver and stayed with him for a good portion of the summer, Luna helped her dad with the Quibbler, Collin took a ton of pictures (he showed me every one or them) and Nathaniel and Lee spent the summer at Lee’s house mainly-with the occasional visit to or from Fred and George. All in all our friends had an active summer-which is a good thing.
Soon the feast was over and we all headed up to the common rooms, “I am not looking forward to Potions tomorrow.” Harry said grimly and I just smirked.
“I promise, Harry, I’ll make sure to get detention to keep you company.” I tried to keep a straight face as I spoke, the truth was I knew I was lucky to have stepped a foot into Hogwarts and not already have a detention. I swear Snape was out to get me.
“You’ll make good on that promise.” Dean commented and lightly nudged my arm, I couldn’t help but laugh. He knew me far too well.
I nodded and Harry spoke up, “I’ve never had a detention she was not in.”
“She takes after,” Ron began but didn’t continue, he just made it seem like his train of thought slip but I knew who he was talking about, Sirius. I did have the mischief Sirius had but I tended to follow the rules better than he did. I had more self control.
“I’m not helping you two with your homework this year,” Hermione said to Ron and Harry, “You’re on your own, it’s O.W.L.S. this year and I don’t want to be responsible for your passing if you shouldn’t have.” She paused, “Not that you won’t pass, I’m just saying.”
“We’ll just die, that’s alright.” Harry said sounding sarcastic.
“I’d say I’d help but….have you seen my grades?” Dygon said with a slight smirk. Failing or passing really didn’t matter to him all he cared was he was away from his father and close to his friends and other family. “I’m afraid I wouldn’t be much help.”
“True.” Harry said and Dygon shoved him light and both began laughing. I swear Harry was running a temperature he was actually acting happy now-a-days. When he first arrived at number 12 Grimmauld place he was extremely mad and upset and now he was happy, truly happy.
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Dygon went on talking to our friends about the things they did over the summer, cleverly made up stories. We were sworn to secrecy about the Order, their work, and their location for security reasons, of course.
“Ms. Weasley.” McGonagall’s voice came from behind the group of us. We all stopped and Ginny and I turned, McGonagall was walking towards us, she adjusted her glasses and locked between us before extending her finger towards me, “Meygan, come with me.”
I heard whispers behind me and couldn’t help but know what they were thinking. How could I be in trouble already? “Yes professor.” I lightly waved and walked off quickly.
“Albus wishes to speak with you immediately.” McGonagall’s lips barely moved as she spoke. “He should have awhile ago.” I glanced at her and she looked at me and patted my back at we walked, “You aren’t in trouble; wipe that guilty look off your face, Meygan Ann.”
I ducked my head, I didn’t mean to seem guilty and usually I could hide my expressions but I had thought I had done something wrong. Apparently not. Why else Dumbledore would wish to seem me was of a mystery to me, though? Not like I sit down at night and drink tea with him usually, he’s my headmaster-okay so we were a little closer than headmaster and student but still-why would he wish to see me unless I had done something wrong? Perhaps he was telling me not to do something wrong. The list of reasons was surprisingly endless.
We arrived up at Dumbledore’s office door within minutes, “Alright,” McGonagal said after opening the doors, “I’ll be up soon, you go now.” She lightly pushed me towards the door and I climbed onto the stairs, I had a dreaded feeling hanging over me. I don’t like dreaded feelings.
The stairs stopped and the doors open, I was directly in front of Dumbledore’s desk. I stepped out and onto his office floor and the doors shut behind me. Dumbledore looked up at me and locked his eyes with mine in a cut-throat hold, “Please take a seat, Meygan.” A seat appeared in front of him and he pointed to it.
I hesitated but moved forward, something didn’t feel right. “Please do move along, Ms…..Ms Weasley.” I froze. I didn’t turn, I just froze, I was staring straight over Dumbledore’s head. I didn’t want to look at the owner of the voice. “There are matters to discuss.” Dolores Umbridge walked out from the side of me to in front of me and took a seat next to mine. Next to mine. I felt like I was gonna hurl.
I looked at Dumbledore who nodded for me to sit down and then I shot my eyes at Dolores before sitting down next to her. Sitting next to her felt horrible. “Has everything been alright, Meygan?” Dumbledore asked me and locked eyes with me once more. I began to nod but soon realized what he was talking about…..my dreams. This had to be about the last thing I wanted to discuss with Dolores Umbridge around if Harry didn’t like her first and then I didn’t like her there had to be something wrong with her.
“Yes.” I spoke softly, Umbridge was breathing down my neck and it was uncomfortable.
“Dear girl,” Her voice a shrill of joyful terror, “Don’t lie,” I blinked, what was she my mother? “We know the truth.” That was a creepy thought, the last thing I wanted was the ministry knowing my business. “Tell us about these dreams of yours.”
My heart nearly stopped as I sat down; why would Dumbledore tell her such things? Mum and Dad didn’t want anyone outside of family and the Order knowing. How could Dumbledore tell them? After everything the Ministry’s doing to him, why would he ‘rat me out’ per say? “They really aren’t anything.” I really didn’t want to discuss this in the room with Dolores Umbridge or the man whom I thought I could trust but apparently was wrong about. “Just dreams, you know the usual unicorns and fairies.” I shrugged.
Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann, please do cooperate, this is important business.” ‘Yes my business’ I thought.
“I am cooperating.” I said sternly and leaned back into my chair with my arms crossed. If he thought I was going to cooperate they way they wanted he had another thing coming.
“Why do they cause you to loose sleep if they’re nothing?” Dolores’ sickly sweet tone was directed at me.
I narrowed my eyes and focused at the dark wood grain of Dumbledore’s desk. The only two people that I was aware of knowing about that detail of my ‘dreams’ were Ron and Harry. Neither of them would rat on me…not that I was aware of anyway. “I don’t loose sleep, I just wake up earlier.” Okay that was not a total lie, I just stretched the truth and twisted it with a lie. Dumbledore eyed me, “Meygan Ann,” he began but his office door opened and Minerva and several of the Hogwarts staff members entered.
“Sorry,” Caroline’s gentle voice came from the farthest corner of the group, “we got hung up.” I didn’t turn to look at her, I was afraid I’d glare and make her think I was mad at her. She walked over and rested her hands on my shoulders, it was a comforting gesture and it was also a relaxing one. “You wouldn’t mind recapping would you?”
“Not at all,” Dumbledore moved his gaze from my eyes to hers and back to mine as a smile etched his lips. “We were talking about Meygan’s,” he paused, “…dreams….”
I could feel eyes rest of me and I shuddered on the inside, each stare had a different intensity. “Do tell.” Professor Snape’s drawl was noticeable in the dead silence.
“She’s been having dreams, about dark nature that have been disturbing her sleep.” Dolores spoke and looked at me; I was still glaring at the wood. “Though she denies it.” The last bit of her tone was almost bitter; I gritted my teeth.
I heard a soothing cooing sound come from Caroline’s throat, it was a sound only loud enough for I to hear and she put a hand on the top of my head and lightly stroked the gentle waves. It was a moment before she spoke, “Dark nature, really? Hmmm….” Her voice was an odd, unfamiliar tone it seemed to lash harshly at Dumbledore and Dolores but turn gentle around me. Like she knew exactly what they were talking about. She rubbed my head again and I glanced at the hand still on my shoulder to notice that it was laced with fresh scars as if she’d recently rolled in a thorn bush. “I believe you got your information wrong,” Caroline placed the hand on my shoulder again, “I’ve spent the summer with the Weasley’s and I spend a lot of time with the children here, I know every secret the hold-I assure you she has no such dreams or lack of sleep.” I had never once heard Caroline lie and I had to admit I was impressed, I never pictured her lying, ever.
“But Professor Dumbledore said,” Dolores began but Caroline cut her off, her tone irritated.
“The information was mis-read.” She paused, “If you and Dragon would leave the rest of the staff and I alone I believe I could clear things up and then I’d be more than willing to tell you what happened and what is really going on.” I looked up as she ended and noticed that Caroline and a picture perfect smile on her face as she looked at Dolores.
Dolores gave an irritated sound and stood, “Fine but I suggest you clear it up quickly, the Ministry will want answer and will want them fast.” She looked at me as she walked off, “We’ve got our eye on you.” Her voice was so quiet I guess no one but I heard her as the door shut behind her.
The room was silent for awhile, “I’ll take her back to the common room.” Caroline said as she finished musing with my hair once more, “I’ll be back in less than five minutes,” She patted my arm and turned to the door, “Come along, Dragon.”
I stood and quickly followed her out; I wanted nothing more than to leave that room. “You lied.” I said once we were far from the door way to Dumbledore’s office.
Caroline laughed, stopped and turned to look at me, her golden-blue eyes looked tired, “It’s not that unusual.” She smiled; her face had the same marks as her hands. “It’s human nature to lie at some point in your life.”
“Why’d you do that?” I asked as her and I began walking again.
“I dislike her as much as you already do, Dragon,” She tucked her head behind her ears, “plus I’d like to know how she knows, and why he told her.” She looked at me again, “I’m sure you and your family would like to know the same.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” I muttered as we walked along the hall.
Caroline smiled, “Try to perk up, we’ll clear everything up don’t worry, it’s gonna look like one big mistake. Trust me.” She patted my hand and was silent the rest of the way.
Once we arrived at the portrait of the fat lady I turned and looked at her. “Thanks,” I said and went to turn back.
“Wait.” Caroline said and I turned back, “I want to talk to you.” She patted the railing beside her as she sat on it herself. “Ron and your parents told most of the Order and I about your dreams, as you know.” I sat down and she looked at me, “Are they still bothering you?”
I hesitated before nodding, “Yes, I’m still having them often and to be truthful I haven’t been sleeping more than 2 or 3 hours a night.”
Caroline’s brow furred and she turned away from me a thoughtful expression on her face. “Have you tried blocking it?”
“I’m a sleep.”
“True,” She swung her feet around like a three-year-old as she chewed her lip thoughtfully, “You have no control over it?”
“Well especially not when I’m sleeping.”
Caroline’s eyes widened and she looked at me, “It happens when you’re awake?”
I blinked, “Mum didn’t tell you?”
“No.” She said and curled her legs up on the banister while dangerously balancing on it, “This is serious, Dragon,” she chewed her lip, “if Tonks and them are right,” she lowered her alright quiet voice to almost a whisper, “Voldemort is tapping within your mind, he’s getting into your head and seeing what he wants and,” she paused placing thoughts together, “what it sounds like is you go into his mind or others he’s torturing.” She glanced at me, “He’s using you and it’s dangerous. You know that.” She rubbed her neck thoughtfully, “Have you tried Occlumancy?”
I shook my head, “No,”
“I’ll talk to Albus about that.” She slipped childly off the banister and onto the ground, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” She patted my hand and smiled, “I’ll let you know how things go but I can assure you, it’ll be fine, I promise.” Her eyes twinkled and seemed to liven as she turned and walked down the stairs and into the darkness.
I stayed outside the portrait for awhile thinking. ‘If Voldemort was using Harry why would he need me? Why was Dolores here? Why was Caroline so scratched up? And what is up with Dumbledore?’ I thought quietly to myself as I sat on the cold floor. I wasn’t looking foreword to sleeping nor did I expect to get much sleep but I was tired. I leaned my head against the cool brick and closed my eyes as sharp knife-like pain and burning raged my right arm as usual, I rubbed the spot where it hurt the most and felt the twisting of skin harder and winced as pain seered my body. Of all the things a metamorph could do they could not shield the design or the pain of the Dark Mark. It was a scar thoughs certain individuals would have to live with. Forever.
Clip from Chapter 4
I sat staring at my desk, usual detention with Snape I disliked but this, this I hated. I had to be-excuse me-Harry and I had to be stuck in the same room with this....human blush-puff-ball, just because we were trying to defend the truth and everyone Dumbledore and Harry had said. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my hands around Dolores Jane Umbridge and.....no...I must not think of that....it weakens me to be just as low as my Grandfather. No. I would keep my temper and take my punishment.
"Alright." Dolores said and walked over to me after giving Harry what to write, he stared at us for a minute and then looked at his paper,"Write this 20 or so times." She hand me a piece of paper with 2 or 3 lines of words on it. "Only the first line please. Perhaps this will teach you not to get out of line." Her tone was still sickly sweet but I could feel the pleasure of giving us detention within.
I looked down at the paper and felt the blood drain from my face, my throat went dry, my heart pounded, and I felt nauseous. I quickly compused myself and set the paper down with shaking hands, I took three deep breaths and glared down at the paper, I could not believe she wanted me to do this. I gently cleared my voice and glared up at her my voice harsh but quiet so Harry could not hear."I will not write this, I won't-I'm under protection of the ministry writing this would make me a walking-"
"Then dear" she turned to look me strait in the eye but I did not waffle, "cross it out after writing it. Then when you're done use your other hand to write the second group of words on your list."
I furred my eyebrow, that made no sense."Why my other-" I began but yet again she cut me off.
"You'll see" She said and I glared at her and then at Harry. Neither of us had begun to write. I looked down at her paper clearly written on top was 'Meygan Ann Riddle, Heir to Voldemort' and underneath was 'Angel of Darkness.' I gritted my teeth and picked up my, or more shall I say Dolores' special quill. I would obey. This time.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
A slightly desperate plea
Dude people.
Someone post. Please. I'm begging you. Do it now.
I know what you're saying now - you're saying "Anna if you so desperately want someone to post, DO IT YOURSELF!!!!"
But you see, I can't.
I haven't been writing.
I know, I know, lammmmeeee.
BUT I know someone who definitely has *coughKatiecough* annnd I refuse to see this site die out, even if it's only for a month! I'm down to not even checking it every day!! That's horrible! Terrible! Disastrous! We must fix it!
Wow... I can be so inspiring sometimes...
ANYWAYS
I will have some stuff to post shortly if you really want to read another crazy Christmas pageant, which I should write this weekend. Until then.... PLEASE SOMEONE. SAVE YOUR SUPPORT GROUP!!!!
Kthanxbyeee! =P
Someone post. Please. I'm begging you. Do it now.
I know what you're saying now - you're saying "Anna if you so desperately want someone to post, DO IT YOURSELF!!!!"
But you see, I can't.
I haven't been writing.
I know, I know, lammmmeeee.
BUT I know someone who definitely has *coughKatiecough* annnd I refuse to see this site die out, even if it's only for a month! I'm down to not even checking it every day!! That's horrible! Terrible! Disastrous! We must fix it!
Wow... I can be so inspiring sometimes...
ANYWAYS
I will have some stuff to post shortly if you really want to read another crazy Christmas pageant, which I should write this weekend. Until then.... PLEASE SOMEONE. SAVE YOUR SUPPORT GROUP!!!!
Kthanxbyeee! =P
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
PICTURE MANIA!
Okay so you all prepared for a REALLY long post??? rofl. We'll as I was scanning my newly drawn pictures onto my computer I found a bunch of others soooooo heeeerrrreee wwwweeee arrrreee!!!! I'll narate each picture beneath it for you guys :). For those of you who I don't know, these are me and my friends pictures we drew them please don't use them for personal use, we have our names and dates we drew them on the pictures aswell.
Before we come to my own pictures these are two pictures my friend drew having to do with Dragon:
Okay so this is a picture based on a R.P.G. with me and a couple of friends. The boy on the left is Harry(Dragon's ex-boyfriend in the roll play), Dragon's in the middle, and Danny (Dragon's new boyfriend/new ex) is on the left....if any of you want more information i'll tell you but I'm trying to refrain from making this post longer than nessecary! Harry's thinking how he wants to kill Danny, Danny's thinking of Harry dead and Dragon and him married and Dragon's thinking of saying "YOU BOTH ARE MORONS!" and then killing them both O:) and then both Harry and Danny in thought bubbles are sticking tongues out at eachother.
This is Dragon and Ginny sitting in the Great Hall. Dragon's on the left and Ginny's on the right-I REALLY like how my friend portrayed Dragon. On the bottom is a spilled ink bottle with ink that says "I did't do IT!" 
This is Dragon and Seamus sitting on a bench on the hogwarts grounds.....hopefully you can tell the difference between Seamus and her :)
This is Dragon and Ron walking on the hogwarts grounds, one of the few times they can get along without well....fighting
This is one of my first attempts at Dragon as you may notice I got it from staring at a picture of Bell from Beauty and the Beast.
This is my 2nd Dragon with Bell look I did I guess it kind of shows her transtion from 1st ,2nd ,3rd and 4th years to her 5th, 6th, and 7th years. The older she got the more attitude look she got though still, at times, usually had her sweet look. I guess you could call her the Rebel child or as my friends say "And Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were worried about Fred, George and Ginny."
This is Dragon in her and Ron's bedroom at the Burrow. They share the same room with a bunk bed, Ron has the bottom she has the top. On the wall is a picture of Dragon and her few girlfriends, including Ginny, a bunch of anti-spider posters and quidditch posters along with a Gryffinder on too, and a shelf with acouple books, a lamp and a picture of the whole family. then on the floor is a homemade rug, a trunk both Ron and Dragon share with Dragon's things ontop of it and of course the floor and Dragon rofl.
This is my first attempt at Tonks, I got bored and went all hi-ho with color-sadly I didn't have anything to use for skin color. And by the way her eyes are orange rofl.
This, I love, this is my favorite picture of Tonks I made out of the two. It's also my 2nd attempt-god bless the 2nd attempt.
Those of you who have seen the 3rd H.P. movie may reconize this picture resembling the profile of Professor R. J. Lupin when we first meet him on the Hogwarts express.
This is a drawing of Emily Evans a made up charactors and the youngest (and deceased) sister of Petunia and Lily Evans. She is the mother of a charactor who will be appearing soon in my Fan Fictions. The words around it say, "I spent my years as a teenager trying to find myself; dating Snare, making friends with Remus and the other Mauraders, marrying my husband and now when I finally know who I am....everything's falling appart."-Emily "Remus, is it weak to be scared?"-Emily "Not at all, Emily."-Remus "Remus?"-Emily "Yes?"-Remus "I'm scared."-Emily "I hate snare, I hate Voldemort, and I hate the Ministry. If it weren't for them my nephew would be living with me. But no. He can't. Sometimes I just hate my life."-Emily "Isn't this house beautiful guys? For once-finally for once-I feel fine, I don't feel hunted, I feel safe. I'm safe. I'm not scared. I, for once in my life feel like Andrew and I aren't being hunted."-Emily "Andrew Riley Dumbledore, if you would shut up for one minute I could tell you I love you too!"-Emily
This is Emily-Evans-Keldrun-Dumbledore with one of her best friends Remus Lupin while they were in school. Remus also happens to be the best friend of her husband and the godfather of their child. (YAY! Remus is a godfather! rofl)
NOW FOR THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: MY RECENT PICTURES THAT I DID YESTERDAY!
This is a picture of Dragon in the 7th book whose sitting rubbing her right arm which is in extreme pain. Diagnolly across is the Dark Mark-the sign of Voldemort. I don't know whether or not you can see the words but on the top is says "A World of Difference" the name of the Fan Fiction book and the Fan Fiction book Series I'm writing through Dragon's eyes and on the bottom it says "Granddaughter of evil, embodiment of innocence."
This is Dragon in her 6th year school picture-and yes she is wearing the locket that Cedric gave-it's in the shape of a heart.
The top picture is a cartoon like picture of Dragon wearing the locket Cedric gave her and the sweater Harry gave her. Beside it is says, "Do you ever take that thing off?"-Harry "You know I just hapen to like it!!" Pause, "And yes, I do take it off-just for your information."-Dragon. On the bottom is Dragon in her Quidditch uniform(minus the cape/robe thing). The words beside it say, "Hey Weasley go swim in a sewer!!"-Draco, "Good idea, Draco, see you there...I mean considering you live there and all."-Dragon, The quidditch team laughs as Draco walks off angrily muttering under his breath.
Finally, the last one. This is Harry and Dragon in their 7th year infront of the Forbidden Forest-kind of a cute couple huh???
Before we come to my own pictures these are two pictures my friend drew having to do with Dragon:
Okay so this is a picture based on a R.P.G. with me and a couple of friends. The boy on the left is Harry(Dragon's ex-boyfriend in the roll play), Dragon's in the middle, and Danny (Dragon's new boyfriend/new ex) is on the left....if any of you want more information i'll tell you but I'm trying to refrain from making this post longer than nessecary! Harry's thinking how he wants to kill Danny, Danny's thinking of Harry dead and Dragon and him married and Dragon's thinking of saying "YOU BOTH ARE MORONS!" and then killing them both O:) and then both Harry and Danny in thought bubbles are sticking tongues out at eachother.
This is Dragon and Ginny sitting in the Great Hall. Dragon's on the left and Ginny's on the right-I REALLY like how my friend portrayed Dragon. On the bottom is a spilled ink bottle with ink that says "I did't do IT!" Nooooowwww onto mine; Here we goooooooo:
This is Dragon and Seamus sitting on a bench on the hogwarts grounds.....hopefully you can tell the difference between Seamus and her :)
This is Dragon and Ron walking on the hogwarts grounds, one of the few times they can get along without well....fighting
This is one of my first attempts at Dragon as you may notice I got it from staring at a picture of Bell from Beauty and the Beast.
This is my 2nd Dragon with Bell look I did I guess it kind of shows her transtion from 1st ,2nd ,3rd and 4th years to her 5th, 6th, and 7th years. The older she got the more attitude look she got though still, at times, usually had her sweet look. I guess you could call her the Rebel child or as my friends say "And Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were worried about Fred, George and Ginny."
This is Dragon in her and Ron's bedroom at the Burrow. They share the same room with a bunk bed, Ron has the bottom she has the top. On the wall is a picture of Dragon and her few girlfriends, including Ginny, a bunch of anti-spider posters and quidditch posters along with a Gryffinder on too, and a shelf with acouple books, a lamp and a picture of the whole family. then on the floor is a homemade rug, a trunk both Ron and Dragon share with Dragon's things ontop of it and of course the floor and Dragon rofl.
This is my first attempt at Tonks, I got bored and went all hi-ho with color-sadly I didn't have anything to use for skin color. And by the way her eyes are orange rofl.
This, I love, this is my favorite picture of Tonks I made out of the two. It's also my 2nd attempt-god bless the 2nd attempt.
Those of you who have seen the 3rd H.P. movie may reconize this picture resembling the profile of Professor R. J. Lupin when we first meet him on the Hogwarts express.
This is a drawing of Emily Evans a made up charactors and the youngest (and deceased) sister of Petunia and Lily Evans. She is the mother of a charactor who will be appearing soon in my Fan Fictions. The words around it say, "I spent my years as a teenager trying to find myself; dating Snare, making friends with Remus and the other Mauraders, marrying my husband and now when I finally know who I am....everything's falling appart."-Emily "Remus, is it weak to be scared?"-Emily "Not at all, Emily."-Remus "Remus?"-Emily "Yes?"-Remus "I'm scared."-Emily "I hate snare, I hate Voldemort, and I hate the Ministry. If it weren't for them my nephew would be living with me. But no. He can't. Sometimes I just hate my life."-Emily "Isn't this house beautiful guys? For once-finally for once-I feel fine, I don't feel hunted, I feel safe. I'm safe. I'm not scared. I, for once in my life feel like Andrew and I aren't being hunted."-Emily "Andrew Riley Dumbledore, if you would shut up for one minute I could tell you I love you too!"-Emily
This is Emily-Evans-Keldrun-Dumbledore with one of her best friends Remus Lupin while they were in school. Remus also happens to be the best friend of her husband and the godfather of their child. (YAY! Remus is a godfather! rofl)NOW FOR THE MOMENT WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR: MY RECENT PICTURES THAT I DID YESTERDAY!
This is a picture of Dragon in the 7th book whose sitting rubbing her right arm which is in extreme pain. Diagnolly across is the Dark Mark-the sign of Voldemort. I don't know whether or not you can see the words but on the top is says "A World of Difference" the name of the Fan Fiction book and the Fan Fiction book Series I'm writing through Dragon's eyes and on the bottom it says "Granddaughter of evil, embodiment of innocence."
This is Dragon in her 6th year school picture-and yes she is wearing the locket that Cedric gave-it's in the shape of a heart.
Finally, the last one. This is Harry and Dragon in their 7th year infront of the Forbidden Forest-kind of a cute couple huh???Sunday, July 22, 2007
Bee-boop. :D
I couldn't think of a better title. Really. I'm that tired right now. Haha.
WHERE DID EVERYONE GO?! :O
Anywhats.
I wrote this at the beginning of the year, but didn't really think about it much. It has potential, though it's way depressing, and I'm considering starting back up on it.
:)
[Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows ROCKS my mismatched SOCKS, baby.]
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Prologue.
The road I was on wasn’t exactly friendly to teenage drivers. I’d heard a lot about it, and had even seen several accidents post-crash, driving along this road, not counting the small wooden crosses that haunted the sides of the road curve after deadly curve.
The speed limit was seventy, and I was following it faithfully, right on the dot. What had started out as a steady rain pinged on my windshield in the form of hail, and I almost stopped.
I can’t, I thought. There’s no place to pull over that would be any safer than driving this thing.
So instead, I kept going. The road was the only thing between me and home, and the only thing I was concerned about. The hail came down harder, threatening to break through the windshield, and I was leaning over the steering wheel to see.
Panicking, I was almost completely void of visibility. The two feet of road that I could actually see in front of me did close to no good, and slowing down to forty, I started praying.
That’s when the first piece of hail broke the windshield, and everything happened too fast to even think about.
I screamed, I think, because I knew that I was going to end up covered in glass and hail, not to mention blood from the cuts I’d have, if I could get home at all.
There was a hairpin curve up next with a forest surrounding it, and with my hands guarding my face from the glass that was flying in, I didn’t make it.
The crash of metal and glass, and everything in between squealed as an oak tree stopped the car suddenly. The tree didn’t even sway. My head slammed the steering wheel and the airbags deployed, but… I was breathing.
I climbed out of my windshield, bawling, as the hail kept hitting me. I assessed the damage through blurred vision and cold wetness, but that wasn’t enough to numb me for what I saw next.
I wasn’t dead, I found out quickly, because I’d caught someone else about to go around the curve, obviously going slower than I was, and rear-ended them, driving them between the oak tree and my car.
I was sobbing hysterically as I walked over to the window of the other car, completely afraid of what I would see, and trying not to think too much about what had just happened.
Slumped over the steering wheel, he lay, blood everywhere, unconscious or possibly dead. I acted without really knowing what I was doing, and crawled in through the passenger door, into the seat next to the person I’d hurt, cradling his head in my lap, covered in blood, hail, and assorted car parts.
That’s how they found us.
Chapter One.
Eleven seventeen. Eleven seventeen. Eleven seventeen. Eleven sev- no, eleven eighteen.
I exhaled as the clock ticked another minute and I was hit by the quietness of the hospital room. Aren didn't move, and I felt some sort of disappointment welling up inside of me.
It had been a week and a half since the accident, and over that time, I'd learned more about this boy than I ever thought I'd know about anyone. We had never talked, but I'd met him through his friends, family, and the people that had known him best.
Stevan, my brother and one of the doctors attending to him, said he'd be fine, and that at this point, he wasn't dying, just in a deep coma. I didn't know whether to believe him or not, but he was the only one of my siblings that sided on me with seeing him every day like I'd done since I escaped the hunk of metal wreckage that was left of my car.
I'd been questioned, and they even had thought, since I couldn't tell them differently through my tears, that I'd caused the wreck. Luckily, his family had shown up, told the officers that my car had run into the back of his, and that they wouldn't press any charges, then had the ambulance take me to the hospital, as was mandatory, to be checked out.
I’d been released, an hour and a half later, when my brother made sure I didn’t have internal bleeding or any other defects.
I stayed at the hospital all night, in the waiting room, while Aren, who at that time, I didn’t know, was in the middle of surgery. His parents accompanied me, all of us pushed to the point beyond exhaustion.
Once I didn't turn up at the house, Eric and Sebastian, my two other brothers, showed up, pulled me into Stevan’s office, and demanded I leave.
"He could wake up and decide to hate you for doing what you did to him." Eric argued alongside Sebastian. "Plus, it's not like you've ever met him."
"I feel responsible for this."
Stevan, the eldest, eventually won them out, and when the hospital was clear of most staff and visitors, he came and sat down next to me.
"Look, Hayley, I understand that you don't want to leave him, but you've got to understand that while he may be able to hear you, it's nighttime and you need to rest. I promise you, with all of me, he won't die. Okay?"
I glared at him. "How should you know? It's not like you can see that he's dead, dying, or soon to be."
He looked at me, surprised, and then laughed. "Well, yes, I guess that's impossible. But how do you know he's not going to die? Do you have a medical degree?"
We went back and forth for a while, and eventually he agreed to let me sleep with some generic wool blankets on the orange plastic seats in Aren's room.
I'd done that for a week and a half.
Now, as I sat here, staring at him, it was only me in the room. Visiting hours had long since passed, and I settled down into the orange chair with reserved sadness. The flowers around the room were plastic for the most part, since no one was sure when Aren would wake up. I'd never brought him anything, but I sat with him in silence, reading or writing. I sighed and snuggled down, used to the life I was living at this point and easily relaxing as the plastic seat left indentions in my skin.
“Hayley,” Stevan said, poking his head in the door. “I’m going to be taking care of Mrs. Duncan and then I’m leaving. Do you need anything?”
I shook my head. “No, thanks.”
He hesitated. “Hayley…”
I sighed. “What?”
“You do realize that he’s totally unaware of his surroundings, right? He’s in a dream-like state, and could possibly have severe cranial damage to his head.”
“Yeah.”
Stevan frowned. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up too much. He’s a vegetable, and may always be that way.”
I nodded. “I promise not to hope too high. Can I sleep now?”
He smiled. “Yeah. See you later, Hay.” He flipped off my light.
“Bye, Stevan.”
I made a show of laying my head up against the chair arm and closing my eyes, but once I heard the elevator ding and the doors close, I pulled the cover off of me and left to check on Mr. Parcelli.
Mr. Parcelli, or Darien, as he liked to be called, was my nighttime patient. He was always sleeping in the day, giving the illusion of someone in a coma, just so he wouldn’t be disturbed by the nurses, but he stayed awake at night, usually reading some exciting Italian adventure he would translate for me and me only, full of the Mafia, mythical creatures, and swordfights that one could only imagine.
I crept down the linoleum, my bare feet hitting the floor noisily, towards the snack machine at the end of the hallway. The nurses complained that Darien wanted his door left open at night so he could sneak out and spend the money that his niece left him on cokes and candy bars, which, as I could tell anyone, wasn’t true. He would only give me the money – I was the one getting the coke and candy.
Sticking a few quarters in the machine and punching in the number for a Snickers and two cokes, I looked down the hall. It was kind of forlorn, the lights dimmed to the point of almost no visibility and the room lights all off, with only the TV flickering on in some of them.
I shivered. It looked like a nightmare.
Grabbing the snacks, I hurried back down the hall, checked on Aren, and then walked a few doors down to Darien’s room.
When I got there, the lights were off, and the sound of heavy breathing was coming from the bed, though the door was open. I sighed. He’d fallen asleep before I could…
“Hayley?” Darien’s voice whispered. I walked into the room. “Darien? Weren’t you sleeping?”
He snorted. “No, darling. I only sleep when others are awake, you excluded. Ignoring that, do you remember exactly where we were last night?”
He sat up in the bed and patted a spot at the foot. Smiling, I moved onto the bed and nodded.
“Geo was in Barcelona, and Alicia got so depressed without him that she was on her way there to tell him that she loved him. Geo was fighting off the crowd of admirers who followed him from the movie set of ‘Treasures’ to Barcelona while trying to call Alicia at the same time. He can’t get a hold of her, and thinks that Alicia doesn’t even care anymore, so he’s starting to lose his career over her.” I recalled, eager for the rest of the story.
“Good, good.” Darien said, and I could hear him dig for the flashlight that he used when he read, “but what page?”
I felt myself blush in the darkness. I had kind of gotten attached to the story, and obviously, it showed. “One hundred and fifty-seven.”
The flashlight flipped on and the story began. Darien would always read the first sentence the way it was written, in what he called “American-Italian”, and then in English until he reached the next chapter.
“Chapter fourteen.” He paused dramatically. “Finally pushed to the limit of his emotions, Geo had given up most hope of Alecia ever wanting him again. Alecia, likewise, was feeling down, not having talked to Geo since he left, when she swore that she would never have feelings for him. Both of them, through their stricken hearts, would not have even guessed that the other felt the same, and that they would soon meet again.”
When I’d met Darien, he’d been on the last few pages of The Godfather. I’d been up in the middle of the night, crying, it being the first night I was left alone with Aren. As I was walking down the hallway, looking for nothing in particular, I ran across an old Italian man with a flashlight, reading out loud to himself.
I wiped away my tears, and out of curiosity, had stood at his doorway until he looked up and saw me.
“What?” He’d demanded harshly, shining the light on me. “Why do you look at me like I am a monster?”
I didn’t answer, and after a minute, he sighed dramatically and motioned with the light at the end of the bed. “Either get out of my room that my niece has paid for, or come in and listen to me read. It’s your choice, little girl.”
I’d found what I’d been wandering the halls for, I assumed, and sat on his bed until some time in the earliest hours in the morning, until he finished the book. After that, he’d showed me his book collection and told me he’d let me pick one if I’d come in at night with his candy and listen to it.
I’d accepted, hands down, and now, I was completely engulfed in the terror of the moment. After traveling to Barcelona, and to the place where Geo was supposedly living, she’d run into a hideous, lying girl called Sarina who claimed to be his fiance. All the while, Geo was across town, at his real home.
“Alecia stared at the girl, not knowing whether she was lying or not. ‘You cannot be serious’, she stated.
“‘Oh, but I am’ Sarina explained fiercely. ‘Geo and I are getting married. He does not want you here.’
“‘Where is Geo? I need to speak to him.’ Alecia said, looking around the small house. ‘He does live here, no?’
“Sarina told her that he was away, working on a new film, and that she should go before he got home; that he would be upset if he saw her there, and that they would call the police. Alicia was terrified of the rejection Geo would give that Sarina talked so freely about, and quickly told her that she would leave immediately and never bother Geo again.
“This is not what happened, though, for even as much as she had lost hope, she was still intent on finding Geo in person and discovering the truth.”
Darien paused and looked over at my face. He could tell that I was relieved that she wasn’t giving up on him, and winked at me, grinning. “You do not know how many times my niece has looked like that when I read her this story. You are like her in many ways.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
He shrugged, and carried on the story, coughing once to clear his throat.
The book continued as Aleica hurried to the movie set and, being a trespasser, was almost arrested before the director, who knew her from Geo’s descriptions, saved her. He said he had sent him to a doctor to help with his depression and gave her his real address.
When she arrived there, the chapter came to a dead close.
Darien closed the book, keeping his finger in the place where we’d stopped, and peered up at me through his reading glasses. “That would be the end of the chapter, my dear.”
I checked my cell phone, one that Sebastian had given me to keep on at all times, since I “was retarded enough to stay next to a vegetable kid”. The blinding light of the screen flashed on reading 1:42am. I saw Darien frown. He didn’t like cell phones; there were no cords to trust.
I sighed, shutting it and plunging us back into the sparse glow of the flashlight. “Do we really have to quit right now? The orderlies haven’t even gone through the hall on their rounds yet.”
He put a piece of paper in the book, marking our spot, and set it to the side.
“He did not wake up, and you are in here not to read, but to seek comfort.”
I just looked at him. I didn’t try to act appalled, shocked, or even upset. I was just… there.
“You cannot seek comfort in the stories offered in books, Hayley. That will not change reality.”
I didn’t move.
Darien nodded to himself, picked up and re-opened the book without anymore preface. “Chapter fifteen; the last and shortest chapter of the book.” He glanced up at me.
“Geo happened to be on his couch when Alecia arrived, thinking about nothing but what he missed of Italy, love, and of course, Alecia. In that moment, he decided that he would move on, and that love was not so important as to spend life on a couch, waiting for what was going to happen to happen. If he wanted to make something of himself, he would go out and make it happen, not just wait.
“Alecia, not aware of this revelation, was standing outside of his door, unmoving. Thoughts of how she missed him ran through her head, but with that came an underlying thought of how she had done fine without him before any of this had happened. Is it really worth it, she thought, if I am doing nothing but chasing after people all of my life because I miss the part of my life in which they were part of?
“She tried to ignore her thoughts. She tried to push them into the back of her mind, but she knew all too well that she could not and would not be able to proceed with her plans. Geo was a part of a chase for the past which Alecia now realized would end up being a wasted effort.
“She began to walk down the driveway, broken and sad, just as Geo came out of his house, feeling the same way.
“Geo was stunned to see Aleica in his drive again and smiled widely at her. She smiled just a little. ‘I can’t love you anymore, Geo, darling. My past cannot be my future, and that is all you will be if you stay with me and I with you.’
“’That’s okay,’ he said. ‘I, too, have thought about this for a time, and though I have missed you with such longing, I must go out and make things happen, not sit on my couch, crying over something already gone and waiting for something new.’
“They hugged each other tightly and exchanged telephone numbers. As Alecia drove off, she was happier and knew that she would always have a friend in Giovanni Altre. Geo, as well, knew that a girl like Aleica Doani would always be there to lean on in time of need.”
I was frowning, and when Darien stopped, I about exploded.
“That can’t end that way, Darien! No normal person, American or Italian, would ever travel all over the place for someone, only to end up both having a change of conscience! You’re not serious!”
Darien shook his head. “It is not over, darling. I only…”
“Excuse me, Mr. Parcelli, what are you doing up? And Hayley!” Marnie, the orderly for the night, rebuked. “You two are both supposed to be sleeping!”
“It’s my fault.” I said, sighing. Before Marnie could send me back to my room, scolding me the whole way there, I slipped off of the bed. “Goodnight, Darien.”
He winked at me, switching off the flashlight. “Goodnight, love.”
I silently made my way back to Aren’s room. He still lay in the same position, the machine next to him beeping out his heart rate, assuring me that he was still there.
“Hi, Aren.” I whispered, crawling into the chair right next to his bed. “It’s Hayley again. I’m still here, I promise.”
The simple statement that I was still there had become a routine. In my mind, it had to bring some sort of comfort to him, knowing that someone was almost always there.
It was to me.
WHERE DID EVERYONE GO?! :O
Anywhats.
I wrote this at the beginning of the year, but didn't really think about it much. It has potential, though it's way depressing, and I'm considering starting back up on it.
:)
[Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows ROCKS my mismatched SOCKS, baby.]
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Prologue.
The road I was on wasn’t exactly friendly to teenage drivers. I’d heard a lot about it, and had even seen several accidents post-crash, driving along this road, not counting the small wooden crosses that haunted the sides of the road curve after deadly curve.
The speed limit was seventy, and I was following it faithfully, right on the dot. What had started out as a steady rain pinged on my windshield in the form of hail, and I almost stopped.
I can’t, I thought. There’s no place to pull over that would be any safer than driving this thing.
So instead, I kept going. The road was the only thing between me and home, and the only thing I was concerned about. The hail came down harder, threatening to break through the windshield, and I was leaning over the steering wheel to see.
Panicking, I was almost completely void of visibility. The two feet of road that I could actually see in front of me did close to no good, and slowing down to forty, I started praying.
That’s when the first piece of hail broke the windshield, and everything happened too fast to even think about.
I screamed, I think, because I knew that I was going to end up covered in glass and hail, not to mention blood from the cuts I’d have, if I could get home at all.
There was a hairpin curve up next with a forest surrounding it, and with my hands guarding my face from the glass that was flying in, I didn’t make it.
The crash of metal and glass, and everything in between squealed as an oak tree stopped the car suddenly. The tree didn’t even sway. My head slammed the steering wheel and the airbags deployed, but… I was breathing.
I climbed out of my windshield, bawling, as the hail kept hitting me. I assessed the damage through blurred vision and cold wetness, but that wasn’t enough to numb me for what I saw next.
I wasn’t dead, I found out quickly, because I’d caught someone else about to go around the curve, obviously going slower than I was, and rear-ended them, driving them between the oak tree and my car.
I was sobbing hysterically as I walked over to the window of the other car, completely afraid of what I would see, and trying not to think too much about what had just happened.
Slumped over the steering wheel, he lay, blood everywhere, unconscious or possibly dead. I acted without really knowing what I was doing, and crawled in through the passenger door, into the seat next to the person I’d hurt, cradling his head in my lap, covered in blood, hail, and assorted car parts.
That’s how they found us.
Chapter One.
Eleven seventeen. Eleven seventeen. Eleven seventeen. Eleven sev- no, eleven eighteen.
I exhaled as the clock ticked another minute and I was hit by the quietness of the hospital room. Aren didn't move, and I felt some sort of disappointment welling up inside of me.
It had been a week and a half since the accident, and over that time, I'd learned more about this boy than I ever thought I'd know about anyone. We had never talked, but I'd met him through his friends, family, and the people that had known him best.
Stevan, my brother and one of the doctors attending to him, said he'd be fine, and that at this point, he wasn't dying, just in a deep coma. I didn't know whether to believe him or not, but he was the only one of my siblings that sided on me with seeing him every day like I'd done since I escaped the hunk of metal wreckage that was left of my car.
I'd been questioned, and they even had thought, since I couldn't tell them differently through my tears, that I'd caused the wreck. Luckily, his family had shown up, told the officers that my car had run into the back of his, and that they wouldn't press any charges, then had the ambulance take me to the hospital, as was mandatory, to be checked out.
I’d been released, an hour and a half later, when my brother made sure I didn’t have internal bleeding or any other defects.
I stayed at the hospital all night, in the waiting room, while Aren, who at that time, I didn’t know, was in the middle of surgery. His parents accompanied me, all of us pushed to the point beyond exhaustion.
Once I didn't turn up at the house, Eric and Sebastian, my two other brothers, showed up, pulled me into Stevan’s office, and demanded I leave.
"He could wake up and decide to hate you for doing what you did to him." Eric argued alongside Sebastian. "Plus, it's not like you've ever met him."
"I feel responsible for this."
Stevan, the eldest, eventually won them out, and when the hospital was clear of most staff and visitors, he came and sat down next to me.
"Look, Hayley, I understand that you don't want to leave him, but you've got to understand that while he may be able to hear you, it's nighttime and you need to rest. I promise you, with all of me, he won't die. Okay?"
I glared at him. "How should you know? It's not like you can see that he's dead, dying, or soon to be."
He looked at me, surprised, and then laughed. "Well, yes, I guess that's impossible. But how do you know he's not going to die? Do you have a medical degree?"
We went back and forth for a while, and eventually he agreed to let me sleep with some generic wool blankets on the orange plastic seats in Aren's room.
I'd done that for a week and a half.
Now, as I sat here, staring at him, it was only me in the room. Visiting hours had long since passed, and I settled down into the orange chair with reserved sadness. The flowers around the room were plastic for the most part, since no one was sure when Aren would wake up. I'd never brought him anything, but I sat with him in silence, reading or writing. I sighed and snuggled down, used to the life I was living at this point and easily relaxing as the plastic seat left indentions in my skin.
“Hayley,” Stevan said, poking his head in the door. “I’m going to be taking care of Mrs. Duncan and then I’m leaving. Do you need anything?”
I shook my head. “No, thanks.”
He hesitated. “Hayley…”
I sighed. “What?”
“You do realize that he’s totally unaware of his surroundings, right? He’s in a dream-like state, and could possibly have severe cranial damage to his head.”
“Yeah.”
Stevan frowned. “I don’t want you to get your hopes up too much. He’s a vegetable, and may always be that way.”
I nodded. “I promise not to hope too high. Can I sleep now?”
He smiled. “Yeah. See you later, Hay.” He flipped off my light.
“Bye, Stevan.”
I made a show of laying my head up against the chair arm and closing my eyes, but once I heard the elevator ding and the doors close, I pulled the cover off of me and left to check on Mr. Parcelli.
Mr. Parcelli, or Darien, as he liked to be called, was my nighttime patient. He was always sleeping in the day, giving the illusion of someone in a coma, just so he wouldn’t be disturbed by the nurses, but he stayed awake at night, usually reading some exciting Italian adventure he would translate for me and me only, full of the Mafia, mythical creatures, and swordfights that one could only imagine.
I crept down the linoleum, my bare feet hitting the floor noisily, towards the snack machine at the end of the hallway. The nurses complained that Darien wanted his door left open at night so he could sneak out and spend the money that his niece left him on cokes and candy bars, which, as I could tell anyone, wasn’t true. He would only give me the money – I was the one getting the coke and candy.
Sticking a few quarters in the machine and punching in the number for a Snickers and two cokes, I looked down the hall. It was kind of forlorn, the lights dimmed to the point of almost no visibility and the room lights all off, with only the TV flickering on in some of them.
I shivered. It looked like a nightmare.
Grabbing the snacks, I hurried back down the hall, checked on Aren, and then walked a few doors down to Darien’s room.
When I got there, the lights were off, and the sound of heavy breathing was coming from the bed, though the door was open. I sighed. He’d fallen asleep before I could…
“Hayley?” Darien’s voice whispered. I walked into the room. “Darien? Weren’t you sleeping?”
He snorted. “No, darling. I only sleep when others are awake, you excluded. Ignoring that, do you remember exactly where we were last night?”
He sat up in the bed and patted a spot at the foot. Smiling, I moved onto the bed and nodded.
“Geo was in Barcelona, and Alicia got so depressed without him that she was on her way there to tell him that she loved him. Geo was fighting off the crowd of admirers who followed him from the movie set of ‘Treasures’ to Barcelona while trying to call Alicia at the same time. He can’t get a hold of her, and thinks that Alicia doesn’t even care anymore, so he’s starting to lose his career over her.” I recalled, eager for the rest of the story.
“Good, good.” Darien said, and I could hear him dig for the flashlight that he used when he read, “but what page?”
I felt myself blush in the darkness. I had kind of gotten attached to the story, and obviously, it showed. “One hundred and fifty-seven.”
The flashlight flipped on and the story began. Darien would always read the first sentence the way it was written, in what he called “American-Italian”, and then in English until he reached the next chapter.
“Chapter fourteen.” He paused dramatically. “Finally pushed to the limit of his emotions, Geo had given up most hope of Alecia ever wanting him again. Alecia, likewise, was feeling down, not having talked to Geo since he left, when she swore that she would never have feelings for him. Both of them, through their stricken hearts, would not have even guessed that the other felt the same, and that they would soon meet again.”
When I’d met Darien, he’d been on the last few pages of The Godfather. I’d been up in the middle of the night, crying, it being the first night I was left alone with Aren. As I was walking down the hallway, looking for nothing in particular, I ran across an old Italian man with a flashlight, reading out loud to himself.
I wiped away my tears, and out of curiosity, had stood at his doorway until he looked up and saw me.
“What?” He’d demanded harshly, shining the light on me. “Why do you look at me like I am a monster?”
I didn’t answer, and after a minute, he sighed dramatically and motioned with the light at the end of the bed. “Either get out of my room that my niece has paid for, or come in and listen to me read. It’s your choice, little girl.”
I’d found what I’d been wandering the halls for, I assumed, and sat on his bed until some time in the earliest hours in the morning, until he finished the book. After that, he’d showed me his book collection and told me he’d let me pick one if I’d come in at night with his candy and listen to it.
I’d accepted, hands down, and now, I was completely engulfed in the terror of the moment. After traveling to Barcelona, and to the place where Geo was supposedly living, she’d run into a hideous, lying girl called Sarina who claimed to be his fiance. All the while, Geo was across town, at his real home.
“Alecia stared at the girl, not knowing whether she was lying or not. ‘You cannot be serious’, she stated.
“‘Oh, but I am’ Sarina explained fiercely. ‘Geo and I are getting married. He does not want you here.’
“‘Where is Geo? I need to speak to him.’ Alecia said, looking around the small house. ‘He does live here, no?’
“Sarina told her that he was away, working on a new film, and that she should go before he got home; that he would be upset if he saw her there, and that they would call the police. Alicia was terrified of the rejection Geo would give that Sarina talked so freely about, and quickly told her that she would leave immediately and never bother Geo again.
“This is not what happened, though, for even as much as she had lost hope, she was still intent on finding Geo in person and discovering the truth.”
Darien paused and looked over at my face. He could tell that I was relieved that she wasn’t giving up on him, and winked at me, grinning. “You do not know how many times my niece has looked like that when I read her this story. You are like her in many ways.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”
He shrugged, and carried on the story, coughing once to clear his throat.
The book continued as Aleica hurried to the movie set and, being a trespasser, was almost arrested before the director, who knew her from Geo’s descriptions, saved her. He said he had sent him to a doctor to help with his depression and gave her his real address.
When she arrived there, the chapter came to a dead close.
Darien closed the book, keeping his finger in the place where we’d stopped, and peered up at me through his reading glasses. “That would be the end of the chapter, my dear.”
I checked my cell phone, one that Sebastian had given me to keep on at all times, since I “was retarded enough to stay next to a vegetable kid”. The blinding light of the screen flashed on reading 1:42am. I saw Darien frown. He didn’t like cell phones; there were no cords to trust.
I sighed, shutting it and plunging us back into the sparse glow of the flashlight. “Do we really have to quit right now? The orderlies haven’t even gone through the hall on their rounds yet.”
He put a piece of paper in the book, marking our spot, and set it to the side.
“He did not wake up, and you are in here not to read, but to seek comfort.”
I just looked at him. I didn’t try to act appalled, shocked, or even upset. I was just… there.
“You cannot seek comfort in the stories offered in books, Hayley. That will not change reality.”
I didn’t move.
Darien nodded to himself, picked up and re-opened the book without anymore preface. “Chapter fifteen; the last and shortest chapter of the book.” He glanced up at me.
“Geo happened to be on his couch when Alecia arrived, thinking about nothing but what he missed of Italy, love, and of course, Alecia. In that moment, he decided that he would move on, and that love was not so important as to spend life on a couch, waiting for what was going to happen to happen. If he wanted to make something of himself, he would go out and make it happen, not just wait.
“Alecia, not aware of this revelation, was standing outside of his door, unmoving. Thoughts of how she missed him ran through her head, but with that came an underlying thought of how she had done fine without him before any of this had happened. Is it really worth it, she thought, if I am doing nothing but chasing after people all of my life because I miss the part of my life in which they were part of?
“She tried to ignore her thoughts. She tried to push them into the back of her mind, but she knew all too well that she could not and would not be able to proceed with her plans. Geo was a part of a chase for the past which Alecia now realized would end up being a wasted effort.
“She began to walk down the driveway, broken and sad, just as Geo came out of his house, feeling the same way.
“Geo was stunned to see Aleica in his drive again and smiled widely at her. She smiled just a little. ‘I can’t love you anymore, Geo, darling. My past cannot be my future, and that is all you will be if you stay with me and I with you.’
“’That’s okay,’ he said. ‘I, too, have thought about this for a time, and though I have missed you with such longing, I must go out and make things happen, not sit on my couch, crying over something already gone and waiting for something new.’
“They hugged each other tightly and exchanged telephone numbers. As Alecia drove off, she was happier and knew that she would always have a friend in Giovanni Altre. Geo, as well, knew that a girl like Aleica Doani would always be there to lean on in time of need.”
I was frowning, and when Darien stopped, I about exploded.
“That can’t end that way, Darien! No normal person, American or Italian, would ever travel all over the place for someone, only to end up both having a change of conscience! You’re not serious!”
Darien shook his head. “It is not over, darling. I only…”
“Excuse me, Mr. Parcelli, what are you doing up? And Hayley!” Marnie, the orderly for the night, rebuked. “You two are both supposed to be sleeping!”
“It’s my fault.” I said, sighing. Before Marnie could send me back to my room, scolding me the whole way there, I slipped off of the bed. “Goodnight, Darien.”
He winked at me, switching off the flashlight. “Goodnight, love.”
I silently made my way back to Aren’s room. He still lay in the same position, the machine next to him beeping out his heart rate, assuring me that he was still there.
“Hi, Aren.” I whispered, crawling into the chair right next to his bed. “It’s Hayley again. I’m still here, I promise.”
The simple statement that I was still there had become a routine. In my mind, it had to bring some sort of comfort to him, knowing that someone was almost always there.
It was to me.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Dun Dun Dun....I'm baaaack
Hey ya'll, before I start talking I just want to say if you don't want any form of H.P. 5 spoilers just stop reading. Don't go any further-just stop. Okay with that done...Here's the 2nd chapter of the last H.P. fan fiction I posted (the only H.P. fan fiction I have posted on here actually). They are at Grimmuald Place (mis-spelled) which is Sirius' house, the "others" is Harry's guard (they aren't really called the guard in the movie so I could have said it but I hadn't seen the movie when I wrote the begining) which come and take him from the Dursley's too Grimmauld Place. (Awesome group of people). Carmen ( Jennifer Garner/ Katie Holmes), above is a made up charactor I recently made up, there is something within the chapter that hints towards who she likes. Caroline (Shandi Finnessey) is another made up of mine, most of her is discribed in the chapter but he family will be discribed later on and once you know about them you'll wonder why her and her brothers are as sweet as they are. Dygon is Caroline's younger brother who is in Harry's year and in Gryffindor he's gonna end up being a really cool charactor :) . I was actually quite please while writing this because I dicovered most of the "spoilers" aren't even in the movie but in the book so-I was kind of happy 'bout that. The red haired image is Dragon again, just thought I'd let you know and the purple haired girl is Nymphadora Tonks *squels happily*
I do not own J.K.R.'s charactors, cannon, or anything. All I "own" are my made ups, and my "plot". I have included actual words from the 5th HP book but for some of the lines I changed who said them and made it fit the charactor for some of them others it's as is-I do not take credit for those lines, they are all, 101 % J.K.R.'s and you can find the lines in the 5th H.P. book in the 4th, 5th, and 9th, chapter. I love J.K.R. and I absolutely positively respect her work but sadly I don't own it but I'm glad someone wrote the book and it just so happened to be the awesome J.K.R. :) .
I do not own J.K.R.'s charactors, cannon, or anything. All I "own" are my made ups, and my "plot". I have included actual words from the 5th HP book but for some of the lines I changed who said them and made it fit the charactor for some of them others it's as is-I do not take credit for those lines, they are all, 101 % J.K.R.'s and you can find the lines in the 5th H.P. book in the 4th, 5th, and 9th, chapter. I love J.K.R. and I absolutely positively respect her work but sadly I don't own it but I'm glad someone wrote the book and it just so happened to be the awesome J.K.R. :) .
Fan Fiction book: A World of Difference
Chapter 2: The Order
Chapter 2
I was sitting curled up in a chair listening to Hermione and Ron chatting when Harry and the others arrived. The room got dead quiet, not because they heard them arrive but because foot steps were coming up the stairs.
Harry entered the room; I glanced over from looking out the window to see Hermione rush over and hug Harry about as hard as my mother would. Ron smirked and shut the door before walking over to him too.
Something happened and Harry began to yell, I flinched-I hated arguments especially ones that lead to yelling. I must have gone un-noticed because he never once indicated me through the whole argument-it was more like a one sided argument but it didn’t matter to me, all that mattered was the fact there was yelling.
“Harry,” I said and turned my head from the window, I could not take the yelling and shouting any longer. His head turned toward me I could tell he wanted nothing more than to snap the words ‘What do you want’ at me but ever since I had told him how jerky he had been treating me in 4th year he was careful how he was around me-like I was a child that needed to be handled with care. “We’re," I paused, "….they’re your friends, they’ve been with you through everything-do you seriously think that they’d purposely with-hold information from you? If they said they could not tell you or they didn’t know then you should believe them because they’ve been there no matter what-they are your friends Harry-they care about you-we all do.”
Harry was staring at me like he’d never seen me before, like he didn’t believe I was real. He lightly shook his head and looked at me, “You’re right,” he turned to Ron and Hermione, “I’m sorry guys, I guess this whole thing has gotten me a bit stressed,” I could not believe what he was saying-I with just a few words had made him apologize, perhaps that’s what he was thinking and why he had stared at me in such a way. Harry looked over at me, “Thanks Dragon.”
I smiled at Harry and stood up; Harry had come back to us-the Harry that I had always thought of as a friend, as another brother like model. “You’re welcome.” I ran over and hugged him, it took him a minute to respond-he probably didn’t expect me to do such a thing to me-but finally and hugged me back. I had realized Harry wasn’t much of a hug-person but he would just have to deal with this whether he liked it or not. “We’ve missed you Harry.” I said truthfully; we all had missed him since school ended-even I did.
Harry smiled and I released him from my hug and walked over and sat down once again while pulling my multi-purple-and-white colored turtle neck sweater closer to me; The house was slightly drafty so I had taken to wearing warm clothing. I curled myself back up in the position I had been in when Harry arrived. Harry looked over at me and smiled as he, Ron and Hermione sat down. “You’re wearing the sweater I gave you.”
I looked down at my shirt, he was quite right. The soft, long sleeved, multi-purple and white, horizontally striped turtle neck sweater and dark purple scarf that went with it had both been a belated birthday gift Harry had given me at the end of the last school year. Seeing as our relationship had been slightly rocky that year he had not given me a gift and only given Ron his, he felt extremely guilty once we patched things up after Cedric’s death and gave me my gift though it was not necessary-his sincere apology and ‘friendship’ was enough of a birthday gift. I looked up and smiled at him, “It’s a nice sweater.” He smiled back and I looked out the window allowing him, Hermione and Ron to catch up-he and I could do that later.
Minutes past and Harry got up and left the room-I assumed it must have been to try and find out about the meeting going on somewhere downstairs (aka stick his ear against door and try to listen in or use one of Fred and George’s new contraptions to listen in), I’d like to be doing the same but after the dreams I had been having mum and dad would nearly wring my neck for such actions.
“How did you do that?” Hermione asked and looked at me.
I turned my head and looked at her, “Do what?”
“Make him change his attitude-he usually doesn’t change it so fast.” Hermione’s face was slightly stunned-I would have thought by now she’d have realized that I was slightly different in both bad and good ways.
I shrugged but Ron put his input in for me-saving me (hopefully) from what could have been a terrible fate of having to explain the complete and utter truth, “She has that effect on people.” He smirked on me and his eyes twinkled-I was safe-Merlin bless him, “She makes Fred and George fear her all the time.”
“But he didn’t seem to fear her-he just…changed his attitude-like some one hit him in the head and made him see some sort of light.” Hermione said and looked between me and Ron.
I glanced around the room-suddenly far more uncomfortable by the whole conversation than before. Very few people-very few-new of my deepest, most dark secret-a secret that if it got out I’d probably be hunted down like a murderer. “Maybe he just realized what he was doing was wrong.” Okay I knew that was a lie but they’d never know….at least I didn’t think they would.
Hermione looked me up and down, I held my breath till she stopped and picked up a book. I truly hated it when people scanned me like that, I felt like a doll on display or something.
Ron looked at me and locked eyes with me, when we did that it’s like we could read each other’s minds without effort. It was an odd feeling, but a feeling I enjoyed nevertheless. He lightly smiled at me and I knew everything was alright-Hermione hadn’t caught on and I was safe. Thanks be to Merlin.
It was several moments-about 15 minutes-before Harry came back into the room with Ginny accompanying him. By that time Ron and I had gotten into a conversation about Quidditch-something I couldn’t wait to start up again. I had been a Quidditch Chaser since my 2nd year when Alicia Spinnet’s family moved and she had to transfer to some foreign school in another country. (This makes it all even more surprising that Harry and I did not befriend each other sometime earlier than our 3rd year.)
Harry and Ginny sat down by us; we were all sitting in a deformed crescent shape, they waited for the conversation to fade before speaking. “You can’t hear anything in the kitchen.” Ginny announced, “The doors been shielded-mum’s making sure we have no knowledge of what’s going on.” She turned to me, “Do you know what’s going on?” I saw two pairs of eyes look at me-Harry and Hermione-I knew they were wondering why Ginny asked that of me. Ron was not looking up at me, he was well aware of what Ginny meant-it was of no curiosity to him.
I wasn’t sure what to say, but I began to open my mouth in hopes that just something would happen to spill out. Luckily Fred and George appeared just at that time. Hermione shrieked and jumped-it always seemed to do that to her when they apparate.
“You can’t hear anything!” Fred said, the tone of his voice was between depressed and stressed. I knew they hated it more than anything when one of their contraptions didn’t work. I smirked, slightly too happy with that fact-Fred and George had been on my case for weeks ‘Don’t go there’, ‘do do that’ while mimicking mum and dad’s voices. They had taken my dreams and other such happens as a joke. So this little something that had brought them down for a bit made me slightly happy-though I knew it shouldn’t.
“Ginny just informed us,” Ron said slightly depressed. “It’s too bad too-I’d really like to know what’s going on in there.” Both he and Ginny looked at me and I looked away, the last thing I wanted to do was cause problems. "Probably something to do with you-know-who, just like always.” Hermione said as she picked up a charms book.
“Voldemort,” both Harry and I said at the same time.
The room slightly shuddered at his name and Ron cringed. I rolled my eyes and Harry sighed aggravated. Neither of us feared Voldemort or his name, well in a way I did but not nearly the way others did. I had my reasons to fear him in the way I did-if you could call it fear.
“You might as well get used to calling him that Ron,” Harry pointed out, “He’s coming back and sooner or later people are gonna have to except both that and his name.” Harry was right, Voldemort was on the rise whether or not we liked it and there would soon enough be no way to escape his name-it’d soon be blasted over the media.
“He’s right ickle Ronikins,” George said teasing him, “the more you get used to calling him that the better-if not he’ll come and get you.” I heard the joke within both his words and his voice and narrowed my eyes-I hated it when they were like this. I knew they believed Voldemort was on the rise and that they probably didn’t mean to make it sound the way they did but I still didn’t like it. Voldemort was no laughing matter.
“George.” Ginny and I said at the same time while sounding remarkably like mum which seemed to scare several people within that room. I heard George mutter ‘Merlin’ under his breath at the tone of our voice, and Fred muttered ‘Oh brother’. Ron snorted, Harry looked quite beside himself (I suppose something like talking like mum could be slightly…erm…un-nerving), and Hermione had just glanced up from her book while muttering, ‘You deserved it’.
I smiled satisfactorily to myself and rubbed the locket Cedric had given me. Alright so smiling at the was kind of sinister but the site and sound of Fred and George cringing at that tone coming out of I and Ginny’s mouth felt good. I rubbed the locket once more, it was still empty-I’d yet to fill it since Cedric gave it to me. I just was not sure of what to put in it.
Foot steps hurried up the stairs and the house creaked horribly-this house was beginning to give me the creeps; which was quite unusual for me. “Alright,” Mum said as she entered the room, I saw Fred give a quick tug on something and guessed it to be one of their contraptions, “we’re done, and you can all come down stairs for supper-it’ll be ready soon.” We (all the kids) all looked at one another-carefully catching the others eyes. Mum turned to Ginny and asked her something about dung bombs or some other exploding devise, and Ginny replied “probably Crookshanks” with a strait face. I smirked to myself-no body ever expected Ginny of lies but I could tell by the air of her voice it was not at all Crookshanks who had done what ever it was that mum had asked about.
I got up and followed the others out of the room while being closely followed by Ginny, when we reached the hallway I smirked laying on the floor was about 17 dung bombs-most had already been set off. It was in an obvious attempt to break the sound barrier mum had put on the door to keep our prying, information thirsty ears away. I leaned over to Ginny, “I’d say Crooky had some fun.” Ginny laughed quietly and whacked my arm, “Nice one,” I said and lightly held out my hand for her to tap so mum couldn’t see.
She smiled brightly and tapped my hand lightly so mum wouldn’t see, then she whispered “Tonks said it would be a good way to see if a door was magically sealed, I did one or two and they exploded then I did a couple more-you know to make sure- and it just kind of….sprawled out from there.” Both of us entered the kitchen laughing hysterically at something that truly wasn’t at all that funny. I’m still not really sure why we did-perhaps Mad-Eye Moody put at laughing charm on the door or something, who knows.
Bill was clearing the table of some scrolls when we entered, mum snapped at him about how he should have cleared them earlier. I glanced at the papers, with my owl like vision (“x-ray” according to Fred and George) there was an entire blueprint of a building on at least one of them, I tried to see the others but my head began to hurt and I realized Mad-eye was looking at me.
I glanced at Mad-Eye and his eyes lightly narrowed, “Shouldn’t be stickin’ your nose where it doesn’t belong.” He growled at me and walked towards me, “It’s dangerous for people like you.” What is it-like having Voldemort after me wasn’t dangerous or something? Everything about my life was and is dangerous-what was just a little more danger gonna do? “Don’t question me.” He growled again while his magical eye pierced through me. For once in my life I would have loved it if mum had butt her nose in but sadly she was scolding Bill for not clearing the scrolls sooner.
“Alastor,” A familiar female’s voice said in a scolding manner, “leave, Meygan alone.” Her voice was a harsh whisper and I cringed at my name. The woman’s voice had come from behind mum but of course she hadn’t noticed since she still going frantic over Bill and the scrolls.
Mad-Eye made some odd sound, looked at me suspiciously and then limped over to the table.
I felt the woman lightly roll her eyes as Moody’s magical eye looked at her disapprovingly. “For Merlin’s sake, Alastor, please.” The woman said as she walked out from behind mom and placed some things within the cupboard that had obviously been bought not that long ago.
I looked questionly at her, that woman looked quite familiar. Usually I could tell everyone’s name and everything about them just by looking at them but at Dumbledore’s advise because of the current events I had learned how to somewhat control it.
Mum looked at me, “Oh, Meygan, you remember Carmen-one of Charlie’s friends from school.” She indicated the chocolate brown, blonde highlighted haired woman that had spoken to Moody. “She got in tonight-just before the meeting-from Romania.”
“Romania?” I questioned, last thing I knew she had left school after graduation, gone into the ministry for a job and her and Charlie lost all and complete contact.
“Yes,” Carmen spoke up, “I got transferred to Romania nearly a year or two ago.” She place some more things in the cupboards, “Your mother was kind enough to contact Charlie and asked him to show me around and such, which worked out perfectly considering I ended up moving in next to him.”
I gently rolled my eyes without anyone seeing as I walked over to the table. That was so typical of mum always attempting to set my brothers up-next thing you know it’s be me and Ginny’s turn. I shuddered lightly to myself-I didn’t even want to think about that.
I sat down at the table next Hermione and Ginny who were sitting next to Tonks who was talking with them. Tonks looked over and saw my mother and Carmen begin cooking and immediately stood up-knocking over a few chairs-while trying to find something to do.
“Well I don’t,” Mum began hesitantly as Tonks blurted out things she could do to help, “I guess you could.” She hesitated again but agreed to Tonks helping out and then gave her something to do.
I smiled to myself, Tonks loved to help out but her clumsiness always made mum hesitate. There was some crashing and such and then I heard Fred and George freaking out-almost crying. I turned my head, Sirius and Harry were roaring with laughter but Fred and George looked near tears. “Fred! George!” Mum yelled, “I warned you!”
“Mrs. Weasley,” A gentle girl’s voice said from the door way, “It was just an accident, and obviously Fred and George are upset by it.” I turned my head again to see the 5’5”, slender, honey blonde haired, blue-green eyed figure of Percy’s ex-girlfriend Caroline.
Mrs. Weasley looked from Fred, George, Sirius and Harry to Caroline and back again before sighing. “Don’t let it happen again.” She shook her finger at Fred and George before turning back to cooking.
Caroline smiled and sat down beside Harry and she hugged him happily. Harry seemed slightly uncomfortable but I knew he really was used to Caroline doing it. Caroline was the librarian at the school and she had been for the past year so she got to know all of us kids quite well. She was like family (Bill and Charlie called her an honorary Weasley) and before Percy began to get pig-headed they were quite a cute couple. For the past several years Caroline had begun to get annoyed with Percy and his new stuck up ways and when he had been promoted earlier this year and got into that fight with mum and dad, Caroline ended the entire thing (broke up with him) -she told him he had two choices; make up with his family and apologize or never see her again. He chose the second option apparently. She had gone back 3 or four times before, during and after mum had and tried to get Percy to go home and apologize but it always ended in arguments and Caroline would usually come back crying. Especially the last time, she had gone over to Percy’s in one last attempt to make him ‘see the light’ per say and when she did yet another argument broke out that consisted of him also putting down her, her family, our family once again, and the job she chose to have-she stormed out, quit upset, and hasn’t gone back since. Not that I blamed her for not trying again.
Mum had Tonks sit back down and then she and Carmen served us our food and we all started eating and talking. Ginny, Hermione and I were being mainly entertained by Tonks who was transforming her face for us who seemed to enjoy our constant laughter and giggling.
I continued my giggling but allowed my eyes to travel around the table to see what each and every person was doing. I looked down at my food and began eating I wasn’t extremely hungry but I knew if I didn’t eat mum would just fuss. Tonks was continuing to amuse Hermione and my sister, Sirius and Harry were discussing their isolations from society and the wizarding world, Remus, my father and Bill were discussing goblins, and Fred, George, Ron and Mundungus were talking through fits of laughter in the middle of the table.
Soon both dinner and desert, of which I ate very little, was through. The table was cleared and most of the table was yawning as some tiredness sunk in.
“Almost time for bed.” Mum said looking around at mainly us kids as she yawned deeply.
“Not yet, Molly,” Sirius said and mum scowled. She was never quite happy with Sirius and his not-so-always-mature ways, I on the other hand was quite fond of him and his erratic ways. He turned and looked at Harry, “I thought, by now, you would be bubbling over with questions about Voldemort and his current events.”
And that’s when it started. Everyone was tense and alert, mum looked like she could faint she was so white. Harry began to explain that he had but Hermione and Ron (I noticed he notably glanced at me but left my name out) had told him that they were not allowed to know of such information. “Quite right,” Mum spoke through gritted teeth, “They’re too young to know such things-as are you!”
I saw the arrogant and defiant look in Sirius’ eyes; one quite like my own could be at times, as he looked at my mother. “Some one does not have to be part of the Order to ask question, Molly-he has full right to know what’s going on. For Merlin’s sake Mol, He’s been stuck in that dreaded house from at least a month with no way of finding out the current events-he at least deserves to be filled in.” With that I could not disagree, with Voldemort on the rise we all- especially Harry- deserved to know what we were up against. No matter what it took to find out the information.
“How come he gets his questions answered?” George said springing from his seat.
“We’ve been trying to pull answers from you lot for ages but every time we ask you’ve told us we aren’t aloud!” Fred said crossing his arms angrily.
“We’re not old enough; we’re not in the Order.” He counted off the excuses mum had used to keep them and most of us blind sided from the current events. “Harry isn’t either!” Sirius began to open his mouth to make excuse but mum cut him off pointing her finger at him in an angry stance, “Sirius Black, it’s not up to you to decide what is and isn’t good for Harry!”
Sirius’ eyes glistened and flashed dangerously as he stood, the air at the table finally tense, “Molly, do not tell me what is and isn’t good for my god-son.” He began as he stared my mother down. I shifted uncomfortably and glanced around the dead silenced table-not even Harry had dared to put his input into the conversation. Sirius glanced at Fred and George, “I cannot control what you are aloud to know,” He turned back to my mum, “but I can however control what Harry is aloud to know. He is not your son, Molly; he is my god-son.”
I saw the pain and anger within my mother’s face, “Remember what Dumbledore said?” She stared within Sirius’ eyes, “Do not tell Harry more than what he needs to know.”
“And he won’t be told more than what he needs to know!” Sirius fumed, “I think I can judge what is and isn’t enough for Harry to know-I think we all can!”
Carmen lightly cleared her throat and leaned forward in her chair, “Perhaps Sirius is right, Mrs. Weasley,” She turned to look at my mother with keen eyes; she seemed to be the only one other than Sirius who dared stand up to my mother. “Keeping them in the dark is dangerous for them-especially Harry.” She paused and swallowed hard as if unable to believe what she just did, “We at least need to tell him the basics.” She quickly recovered.
“I know Voldemort’s back-how can you get more basic, if you call that basic.” Harry said as he looked over at Carmen.
Carmen turned her head lightly and rested her coffee brown eyes on Harry, they were fierce, intense and keen but yet gentle and loving like a mother’s gaze-I noticed Harry shivered like he did occasionally when mum looked at him. I smiled lightly. “There is much more than just that going on, Harry. Voldemort—”
“Enough!” Mom shrieked and Carmen barely jumped on the outside but I could tell on the inside she had down a full air jump. “I may not be able to pick the information Harry hears but I can do it with my own children and Hermione.” She turned, “Fred, George,” She began but they cut her off.
“Mum we’re of age!” They said at the same time.
Mum began to open her mouth but dad butted in, “They’re right, Molly, we can’t stop them-they are of age.”
Mum’s face flustered angrily, “Fine! Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Meygan,” I flinched at my name as some would at Voldemort’s, “upstairs and get ready for bed! Now.”
“Mum!” Ginny, Ron and I said at once but Hermione was silent.
“Now!” Mum’s voice was threatening as she spoke.
“Harry is staying-why can’t I?” Ron asked angrily.
“Because I’m your mother and you’re my son!” Mum said as she glared at Sirius for beginning this mess.
“I want to stay too, mum!” Ginny said as she stood up in front of her seat.
“No!” Mum said furiously.
“This isn’t fair!” I finally spoke up and saw my mother’s glare shoot at me.
“You are not staying-any of you!” She lightly stamped her foot on the ground in an authorative manor.
“Harry will just tell us later,” Ron said and then glanced from Hermione to Harry, “Right?”
Harry paused but nodded, “Right.”
“Fine,” Mum said feeling angry and defeated, “Ron, Hermione, Fred, George you may stay-Ginny and Meygan-Bed!”
“Mum!” I stamped my foot on the ground as I stood, “If Ron and Hermione stay why can’t I-I’m the same age as they are!”
I saw mum’s eyes flash; I knew that last part wasn’t entirely true and I knew several members of the Order knew that-but not all and I thought that might have been enough to help me stay. I was wrong, “Bed.” Mum said as her eyes flashed and I opened my mouth to speak, “I will not subject you to such information Meygan Ann, not bed!”
I was sitting curled up in a chair listening to Hermione and Ron chatting when Harry and the others arrived. The room got dead quiet, not because they heard them arrive but because foot steps were coming up the stairs.
Harry entered the room; I glanced over from looking out the window to see Hermione rush over and hug Harry about as hard as my mother would. Ron smirked and shut the door before walking over to him too.
Something happened and Harry began to yell, I flinched-I hated arguments especially ones that lead to yelling. I must have gone un-noticed because he never once indicated me through the whole argument-it was more like a one sided argument but it didn’t matter to me, all that mattered was the fact there was yelling.
“Harry,” I said and turned my head from the window, I could not take the yelling and shouting any longer. His head turned toward me I could tell he wanted nothing more than to snap the words ‘What do you want’ at me but ever since I had told him how jerky he had been treating me in 4th year he was careful how he was around me-like I was a child that needed to be handled with care. “We’re," I paused, "….they’re your friends, they’ve been with you through everything-do you seriously think that they’d purposely with-hold information from you? If they said they could not tell you or they didn’t know then you should believe them because they’ve been there no matter what-they are your friends Harry-they care about you-we all do.”
Harry was staring at me like he’d never seen me before, like he didn’t believe I was real. He lightly shook his head and looked at me, “You’re right,” he turned to Ron and Hermione, “I’m sorry guys, I guess this whole thing has gotten me a bit stressed,” I could not believe what he was saying-I with just a few words had made him apologize, perhaps that’s what he was thinking and why he had stared at me in such a way. Harry looked over at me, “Thanks Dragon.”
I smiled at Harry and stood up; Harry had come back to us-the Harry that I had always thought of as a friend, as another brother like model. “You’re welcome.” I ran over and hugged him, it took him a minute to respond-he probably didn’t expect me to do such a thing to me-but finally and hugged me back. I had realized Harry wasn’t much of a hug-person but he would just have to deal with this whether he liked it or not. “We’ve missed you Harry.” I said truthfully; we all had missed him since school ended-even I did.
Harry smiled and I released him from my hug and walked over and sat down once again while pulling my multi-purple-and-white colored turtle neck sweater closer to me; The house was slightly drafty so I had taken to wearing warm clothing. I curled myself back up in the position I had been in when Harry arrived. Harry looked over at me and smiled as he, Ron and Hermione sat down. “You’re wearing the sweater I gave you.”
I looked down at my shirt, he was quite right. The soft, long sleeved, multi-purple and white, horizontally striped turtle neck sweater and dark purple scarf that went with it had both been a belated birthday gift Harry had given me at the end of the last school year. Seeing as our relationship had been slightly rocky that year he had not given me a gift and only given Ron his, he felt extremely guilty once we patched things up after Cedric’s death and gave me my gift though it was not necessary-his sincere apology and ‘friendship’ was enough of a birthday gift. I looked up and smiled at him, “It’s a nice sweater.” He smiled back and I looked out the window allowing him, Hermione and Ron to catch up-he and I could do that later.
Minutes past and Harry got up and left the room-I assumed it must have been to try and find out about the meeting going on somewhere downstairs (aka stick his ear against door and try to listen in or use one of Fred and George’s new contraptions to listen in), I’d like to be doing the same but after the dreams I had been having mum and dad would nearly wring my neck for such actions.
“How did you do that?” Hermione asked and looked at me.
I turned my head and looked at her, “Do what?”
“Make him change his attitude-he usually doesn’t change it so fast.” Hermione’s face was slightly stunned-I would have thought by now she’d have realized that I was slightly different in both bad and good ways.
I shrugged but Ron put his input in for me-saving me (hopefully) from what could have been a terrible fate of having to explain the complete and utter truth, “She has that effect on people.” He smirked on me and his eyes twinkled-I was safe-Merlin bless him, “She makes Fred and George fear her all the time.”
“But he didn’t seem to fear her-he just…changed his attitude-like some one hit him in the head and made him see some sort of light.” Hermione said and looked between me and Ron.
I glanced around the room-suddenly far more uncomfortable by the whole conversation than before. Very few people-very few-new of my deepest, most dark secret-a secret that if it got out I’d probably be hunted down like a murderer. “Maybe he just realized what he was doing was wrong.” Okay I knew that was a lie but they’d never know….at least I didn’t think they would.
Hermione looked me up and down, I held my breath till she stopped and picked up a book. I truly hated it when people scanned me like that, I felt like a doll on display or something.
Ron looked at me and locked eyes with me, when we did that it’s like we could read each other’s minds without effort. It was an odd feeling, but a feeling I enjoyed nevertheless. He lightly smiled at me and I knew everything was alright-Hermione hadn’t caught on and I was safe. Thanks be to Merlin.
It was several moments-about 15 minutes-before Harry came back into the room with Ginny accompanying him. By that time Ron and I had gotten into a conversation about Quidditch-something I couldn’t wait to start up again. I had been a Quidditch Chaser since my 2nd year when Alicia Spinnet’s family moved and she had to transfer to some foreign school in another country. (This makes it all even more surprising that Harry and I did not befriend each other sometime earlier than our 3rd year.)
Harry and Ginny sat down by us; we were all sitting in a deformed crescent shape, they waited for the conversation to fade before speaking. “You can’t hear anything in the kitchen.” Ginny announced, “The doors been shielded-mum’s making sure we have no knowledge of what’s going on.” She turned to me, “Do you know what’s going on?” I saw two pairs of eyes look at me-Harry and Hermione-I knew they were wondering why Ginny asked that of me. Ron was not looking up at me, he was well aware of what Ginny meant-it was of no curiosity to him.
I wasn’t sure what to say, but I began to open my mouth in hopes that just something would happen to spill out. Luckily Fred and George appeared just at that time. Hermione shrieked and jumped-it always seemed to do that to her when they apparate.
“You can’t hear anything!” Fred said, the tone of his voice was between depressed and stressed. I knew they hated it more than anything when one of their contraptions didn’t work. I smirked, slightly too happy with that fact-Fred and George had been on my case for weeks ‘Don’t go there’, ‘do do that’ while mimicking mum and dad’s voices. They had taken my dreams and other such happens as a joke. So this little something that had brought them down for a bit made me slightly happy-though I knew it shouldn’t.
“Ginny just informed us,” Ron said slightly depressed. “It’s too bad too-I’d really like to know what’s going on in there.” Both he and Ginny looked at me and I looked away, the last thing I wanted to do was cause problems. "Probably something to do with you-know-who, just like always.” Hermione said as she picked up a charms book.
“Voldemort,” both Harry and I said at the same time.
The room slightly shuddered at his name and Ron cringed. I rolled my eyes and Harry sighed aggravated. Neither of us feared Voldemort or his name, well in a way I did but not nearly the way others did. I had my reasons to fear him in the way I did-if you could call it fear.
“You might as well get used to calling him that Ron,” Harry pointed out, “He’s coming back and sooner or later people are gonna have to except both that and his name.” Harry was right, Voldemort was on the rise whether or not we liked it and there would soon enough be no way to escape his name-it’d soon be blasted over the media.
“He’s right ickle Ronikins,” George said teasing him, “the more you get used to calling him that the better-if not he’ll come and get you.” I heard the joke within both his words and his voice and narrowed my eyes-I hated it when they were like this. I knew they believed Voldemort was on the rise and that they probably didn’t mean to make it sound the way they did but I still didn’t like it. Voldemort was no laughing matter.
“George.” Ginny and I said at the same time while sounding remarkably like mum which seemed to scare several people within that room. I heard George mutter ‘Merlin’ under his breath at the tone of our voice, and Fred muttered ‘Oh brother’. Ron snorted, Harry looked quite beside himself (I suppose something like talking like mum could be slightly…erm…un-nerving), and Hermione had just glanced up from her book while muttering, ‘You deserved it’.
I smiled satisfactorily to myself and rubbed the locket Cedric had given me. Alright so smiling at the was kind of sinister but the site and sound of Fred and George cringing at that tone coming out of I and Ginny’s mouth felt good. I rubbed the locket once more, it was still empty-I’d yet to fill it since Cedric gave it to me. I just was not sure of what to put in it.
Foot steps hurried up the stairs and the house creaked horribly-this house was beginning to give me the creeps; which was quite unusual for me. “Alright,” Mum said as she entered the room, I saw Fred give a quick tug on something and guessed it to be one of their contraptions, “we’re done, and you can all come down stairs for supper-it’ll be ready soon.” We (all the kids) all looked at one another-carefully catching the others eyes. Mum turned to Ginny and asked her something about dung bombs or some other exploding devise, and Ginny replied “probably Crookshanks” with a strait face. I smirked to myself-no body ever expected Ginny of lies but I could tell by the air of her voice it was not at all Crookshanks who had done what ever it was that mum had asked about.
I got up and followed the others out of the room while being closely followed by Ginny, when we reached the hallway I smirked laying on the floor was about 17 dung bombs-most had already been set off. It was in an obvious attempt to break the sound barrier mum had put on the door to keep our prying, information thirsty ears away. I leaned over to Ginny, “I’d say Crooky had some fun.” Ginny laughed quietly and whacked my arm, “Nice one,” I said and lightly held out my hand for her to tap so mum couldn’t see.
She smiled brightly and tapped my hand lightly so mum wouldn’t see, then she whispered “Tonks said it would be a good way to see if a door was magically sealed, I did one or two and they exploded then I did a couple more-you know to make sure- and it just kind of….sprawled out from there.” Both of us entered the kitchen laughing hysterically at something that truly wasn’t at all that funny. I’m still not really sure why we did-perhaps Mad-Eye Moody put at laughing charm on the door or something, who knows.
Bill was clearing the table of some scrolls when we entered, mum snapped at him about how he should have cleared them earlier. I glanced at the papers, with my owl like vision (“x-ray” according to Fred and George) there was an entire blueprint of a building on at least one of them, I tried to see the others but my head began to hurt and I realized Mad-eye was looking at me.
I glanced at Mad-Eye and his eyes lightly narrowed, “Shouldn’t be stickin’ your nose where it doesn’t belong.” He growled at me and walked towards me, “It’s dangerous for people like you.” What is it-like having Voldemort after me wasn’t dangerous or something? Everything about my life was and is dangerous-what was just a little more danger gonna do? “Don’t question me.” He growled again while his magical eye pierced through me. For once in my life I would have loved it if mum had butt her nose in but sadly she was scolding Bill for not clearing the scrolls sooner.
“Alastor,” A familiar female’s voice said in a scolding manner, “leave, Meygan alone.” Her voice was a harsh whisper and I cringed at my name. The woman’s voice had come from behind mum but of course she hadn’t noticed since she still going frantic over Bill and the scrolls.
Mad-Eye made some odd sound, looked at me suspiciously and then limped over to the table.
I felt the woman lightly roll her eyes as Moody’s magical eye looked at her disapprovingly. “For Merlin’s sake, Alastor, please.” The woman said as she walked out from behind mom and placed some things within the cupboard that had obviously been bought not that long ago.
I looked questionly at her, that woman looked quite familiar. Usually I could tell everyone’s name and everything about them just by looking at them but at Dumbledore’s advise because of the current events I had learned how to somewhat control it.
Mum looked at me, “Oh, Meygan, you remember Carmen-one of Charlie’s friends from school.” She indicated the chocolate brown, blonde highlighted haired woman that had spoken to Moody. “She got in tonight-just before the meeting-from Romania.”
“Romania?” I questioned, last thing I knew she had left school after graduation, gone into the ministry for a job and her and Charlie lost all and complete contact.
“Yes,” Carmen spoke up, “I got transferred to Romania nearly a year or two ago.” She place some more things in the cupboards, “Your mother was kind enough to contact Charlie and asked him to show me around and such, which worked out perfectly considering I ended up moving in next to him.”
I gently rolled my eyes without anyone seeing as I walked over to the table. That was so typical of mum always attempting to set my brothers up-next thing you know it’s be me and Ginny’s turn. I shuddered lightly to myself-I didn’t even want to think about that.
I sat down at the table next Hermione and Ginny who were sitting next to Tonks who was talking with them. Tonks looked over and saw my mother and Carmen begin cooking and immediately stood up-knocking over a few chairs-while trying to find something to do.
“Well I don’t,” Mum began hesitantly as Tonks blurted out things she could do to help, “I guess you could.” She hesitated again but agreed to Tonks helping out and then gave her something to do.
I smiled to myself, Tonks loved to help out but her clumsiness always made mum hesitate. There was some crashing and such and then I heard Fred and George freaking out-almost crying. I turned my head, Sirius and Harry were roaring with laughter but Fred and George looked near tears. “Fred! George!” Mum yelled, “I warned you!”
“Mrs. Weasley,” A gentle girl’s voice said from the door way, “It was just an accident, and obviously Fred and George are upset by it.” I turned my head again to see the 5’5”, slender, honey blonde haired, blue-green eyed figure of Percy’s ex-girlfriend Caroline.
Mrs. Weasley looked from Fred, George, Sirius and Harry to Caroline and back again before sighing. “Don’t let it happen again.” She shook her finger at Fred and George before turning back to cooking.
Caroline smiled and sat down beside Harry and she hugged him happily. Harry seemed slightly uncomfortable but I knew he really was used to Caroline doing it. Caroline was the librarian at the school and she had been for the past year so she got to know all of us kids quite well. She was like family (Bill and Charlie called her an honorary Weasley) and before Percy began to get pig-headed they were quite a cute couple. For the past several years Caroline had begun to get annoyed with Percy and his new stuck up ways and when he had been promoted earlier this year and got into that fight with mum and dad, Caroline ended the entire thing (broke up with him) -she told him he had two choices; make up with his family and apologize or never see her again. He chose the second option apparently. She had gone back 3 or four times before, during and after mum had and tried to get Percy to go home and apologize but it always ended in arguments and Caroline would usually come back crying. Especially the last time, she had gone over to Percy’s in one last attempt to make him ‘see the light’ per say and when she did yet another argument broke out that consisted of him also putting down her, her family, our family once again, and the job she chose to have-she stormed out, quit upset, and hasn’t gone back since. Not that I blamed her for not trying again.
Mum had Tonks sit back down and then she and Carmen served us our food and we all started eating and talking. Ginny, Hermione and I were being mainly entertained by Tonks who was transforming her face for us who seemed to enjoy our constant laughter and giggling.
I continued my giggling but allowed my eyes to travel around the table to see what each and every person was doing. I looked down at my food and began eating I wasn’t extremely hungry but I knew if I didn’t eat mum would just fuss. Tonks was continuing to amuse Hermione and my sister, Sirius and Harry were discussing their isolations from society and the wizarding world, Remus, my father and Bill were discussing goblins, and Fred, George, Ron and Mundungus were talking through fits of laughter in the middle of the table.
Soon both dinner and desert, of which I ate very little, was through. The table was cleared and most of the table was yawning as some tiredness sunk in.
“Almost time for bed.” Mum said looking around at mainly us kids as she yawned deeply.
“Not yet, Molly,” Sirius said and mum scowled. She was never quite happy with Sirius and his not-so-always-mature ways, I on the other hand was quite fond of him and his erratic ways. He turned and looked at Harry, “I thought, by now, you would be bubbling over with questions about Voldemort and his current events.”
And that’s when it started. Everyone was tense and alert, mum looked like she could faint she was so white. Harry began to explain that he had but Hermione and Ron (I noticed he notably glanced at me but left my name out) had told him that they were not allowed to know of such information. “Quite right,” Mum spoke through gritted teeth, “They’re too young to know such things-as are you!”
I saw the arrogant and defiant look in Sirius’ eyes; one quite like my own could be at times, as he looked at my mother. “Some one does not have to be part of the Order to ask question, Molly-he has full right to know what’s going on. For Merlin’s sake Mol, He’s been stuck in that dreaded house from at least a month with no way of finding out the current events-he at least deserves to be filled in.” With that I could not disagree, with Voldemort on the rise we all- especially Harry- deserved to know what we were up against. No matter what it took to find out the information.
“How come he gets his questions answered?” George said springing from his seat.
“We’ve been trying to pull answers from you lot for ages but every time we ask you’ve told us we aren’t aloud!” Fred said crossing his arms angrily.
“We’re not old enough; we’re not in the Order.” He counted off the excuses mum had used to keep them and most of us blind sided from the current events. “Harry isn’t either!” Sirius began to open his mouth to make excuse but mum cut him off pointing her finger at him in an angry stance, “Sirius Black, it’s not up to you to decide what is and isn’t good for Harry!”
Sirius’ eyes glistened and flashed dangerously as he stood, the air at the table finally tense, “Molly, do not tell me what is and isn’t good for my god-son.” He began as he stared my mother down. I shifted uncomfortably and glanced around the dead silenced table-not even Harry had dared to put his input into the conversation. Sirius glanced at Fred and George, “I cannot control what you are aloud to know,” He turned back to my mum, “but I can however control what Harry is aloud to know. He is not your son, Molly; he is my god-son.”
I saw the pain and anger within my mother’s face, “Remember what Dumbledore said?” She stared within Sirius’ eyes, “Do not tell Harry more than what he needs to know.”
“And he won’t be told more than what he needs to know!” Sirius fumed, “I think I can judge what is and isn’t enough for Harry to know-I think we all can!”
Carmen lightly cleared her throat and leaned forward in her chair, “Perhaps Sirius is right, Mrs. Weasley,” She turned to look at my mother with keen eyes; she seemed to be the only one other than Sirius who dared stand up to my mother. “Keeping them in the dark is dangerous for them-especially Harry.” She paused and swallowed hard as if unable to believe what she just did, “We at least need to tell him the basics.” She quickly recovered.
“I know Voldemort’s back-how can you get more basic, if you call that basic.” Harry said as he looked over at Carmen.
Carmen turned her head lightly and rested her coffee brown eyes on Harry, they were fierce, intense and keen but yet gentle and loving like a mother’s gaze-I noticed Harry shivered like he did occasionally when mum looked at him. I smiled lightly. “There is much more than just that going on, Harry. Voldemort—”
“Enough!” Mom shrieked and Carmen barely jumped on the outside but I could tell on the inside she had down a full air jump. “I may not be able to pick the information Harry hears but I can do it with my own children and Hermione.” She turned, “Fred, George,” She began but they cut her off.
“Mum we’re of age!” They said at the same time.
Mum began to open her mouth but dad butted in, “They’re right, Molly, we can’t stop them-they are of age.”
Mum’s face flustered angrily, “Fine! Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Meygan,” I flinched at my name as some would at Voldemort’s, “upstairs and get ready for bed! Now.”
“Mum!” Ginny, Ron and I said at once but Hermione was silent.
“Now!” Mum’s voice was threatening as she spoke.
“Harry is staying-why can’t I?” Ron asked angrily.
“Because I’m your mother and you’re my son!” Mum said as she glared at Sirius for beginning this mess.
“I want to stay too, mum!” Ginny said as she stood up in front of her seat.
“No!” Mum said furiously.
“This isn’t fair!” I finally spoke up and saw my mother’s glare shoot at me.
“You are not staying-any of you!” She lightly stamped her foot on the ground in an authorative manor.
“Harry will just tell us later,” Ron said and then glanced from Hermione to Harry, “Right?”
Harry paused but nodded, “Right.”
“Fine,” Mum said feeling angry and defeated, “Ron, Hermione, Fred, George you may stay-Ginny and Meygan-Bed!”
“Mum!” I stamped my foot on the ground as I stood, “If Ron and Hermione stay why can’t I-I’m the same age as they are!”
I saw mum’s eyes flash; I knew that last part wasn’t entirely true and I knew several members of the Order knew that-but not all and I thought that might have been enough to help me stay. I was wrong, “Bed.” Mum said as her eyes flashed and I opened my mouth to speak, “I will not subject you to such information Meygan Ann, not bed!”
“I deserve to know too!” My eyes flashed back-they were probably a spitting image of Sirius’ defiance. “I should know too.”
“Molly.” Dad began but mum was not backing down.
“No Arthur, we’ve discussed this-she’s lucky I’m letting her step foot onto Hogwarts grounds. I will not let her hear this! No!”
“Molly,” Moody said as he looked at her with his good eye and his magical one swirled in his head while looking at me, “She has the blood right to know.” He voice was low as he spoke, I saw a questioning look on Harry’s face and my heart stopped, praying he wouldn’t catch on, Bill had set down the water he was drinking before he had taken a sip, Dad’s face temporarily changed color, and Mum’s eyes danced.
Sirius looked from my right arm, to me, and finally to my mum, “He’s right, Molly.”
“Fine, Fine! Meygan Ann sit down, Ginny bed, come on.” She took Ginny and pulled her out the door and upstairs, Ginny was raging the entire time.
Those of us who were standing sat down and turned our full attention to the members of the Order.
“What do you wish to know?” Sirius asked as he laid his eyes on Harry.
“Anything,” Harry said, “such as….Where is Voldemort? What’s he doing? Why haven’t there been any deaths?” He paused getting his thoughts together, “I’ve been watching the news and Uncle Vernon’s and Aunt Petunia’s I haven’t seen any suspicious deaths or anything yet.”
“There hasn’t been any,” Kingsley spoke up, “none that we no of anyway and we know quite a lot so if we didn’t know-it would be surprising.”
“We know a lot.” Sirius added.
“Much more than he thinks we do,” Remus added as well. “More than he’d like us to.”
“Why isn’t he killing anyone,” Harry asked, “I know he isn’t usually afraid of such things.”
“He doesn’t wish to draw attention to himself.” Carmen spoke up, several eyes rested on her as she spoke. She leaned forward and rested her arms on the table while looking right at Harry and us. “That’s the last thing he wishes to do at the moment. I would be too dangerous; he wouldn’t have enough followers to fight back an angry ministry and Order.” She paused, “You see-his comeback didn’t turn out as planned. No one was supposed to know he was back except for his dedicated followers.”
“You messed that up,” Remus said.
“You surviving allowed us and everyone else who believed you to know that he was back, that he had returned.” Sirius said and then added, “The last person he wanted to know he was back was Dumbledore, and you told him straight away-yet another complication to his plan.” He smirked, “Dumbledore’s the only one Voldemort’s scared of.”
“And the reason he-who-must-not-be-named never entered Hogwarts personally.” Bill spoke and then paused, “Or at least not when Dumbledore was around anyway.”
“Thanks to you and your going straight to Dumbledore, Dumbledore was about to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned.” Sirius said. My heart was racing at the thought of Voldemort’s return, I wasn’t exactly afraid of him but I was anxious in knowing that I would-some day-come face-to-face with him.
“What have you all been doing?” Harry asked.
“Keeping an eye on you-know-who,” Moody spoke up and limped over from his seat in the corner, “and make sure that any of his plans don’t make it past the planning stages.”
“How do you know what his plans are? Or that he has plans?” Harry asked.
“We don’t know them all,” Tonks spoke up, “But we know some-or at least Dumbledore has some ideas and most of the time…usually, his ideas are right. So just in case we are keeping a close eye on him and what we know he has of his followers.”
Harry opened his mouth to talk but he was cut off, “First off,” we all turned our heads, surprised to hear the sweet, gentle and quiet voice of Caroline talking. Harry closed his mouth and leaned in-obviously she was answering his next question. “Voldemort wants to build up his army once more, years ago-during the first war. He had huge numbers in his command, a large variety of dark creatures, his ever loyal and ruthless Death Eaters, Poor witches and wizards he’d bullied or forcefully bewitched into following him. You name it, he had it. He’s planning to recruit giants, but we can assure he’ll be after more than just them soon enough and he’s not going to start a war with only a handful of Death Eaters. He’s going to be recruiting more help and going to try and get it from anyone he can-even students at Hogwarts.” Caroline fingered the braid her hair was in as she finished, she knew all too well of the lifestyle of Death Eater worthy witches and wizards and the families that lived with them.
“Are you trying to stop him from recruiting help?” Ron piped up.
“We’re trying out hardest,” Tonks said, “But it’s terribly difficult, there are massive amounts to recruit, few of us and Voldemort’s on the move and fast.” She lightly shook her head and her bubblegum pink hair flailed out helplessly, “He doesn’t wish to waist any time.”
“We’re mainly trying to try and convince the public-or as many people as possible- that You-Know-Who is back, so that they are on guard and prepared for what ever could be coming or is coming.” Bill said and lightly sighed, “It’s not an easy task for sure.”
“How come?” Both Hermione and Harry said while leaning forward.
“Because of how the Ministry’s attitude is toward the subject,” Tonks said as she crossed her arms under her chest and changed her hair to neon green and shoulder length, “You saw the minister after You-know-who came back, Harry. He hasn’t changed his mind in one tiny ounce of a bit. He’s absolutely refusing to believe that he’s back and that it all happened. He’s being excessively naive.”
“Why?” Harry asked and I seriously considered saying, ‘because Cornelius Fudge is a big git’ but I suggest otherwise to myself, “Dumbledore said—”
“That’s just it,” Dad said, “Dumbledore.” He said with a wry smile, “Fudge is frightened of him.”
“Frightened?” Hermione paused in awe, “Why?” Some how I could see how some one could easily be frightened of Dumbledore, although being frightened of him to the point of not believing him or choosing not to, takes it over the limit of just being frightened in my vocabulary.
“He’s frightened of what Dumbledore’s doing behind closed doors, he’s afraid Dumbledore’s plotting to overthrow him. He’s afraid Dumbledore wants to be the Minister of Magic.” Dad said
“But—” Harry began.
“He doesn’t want to be the Minister, Harry,” Caroline continued, “though the majority of the public wanted him to before Fudge came to ‘power’. Fudge has never forgotten Dumbledore’s popularity and support which frightens him, even if Dumbledore never wanted or applied for the job.” Once again everyone seemed slightly shocked at Caroline for speaking up.
“Fudge knows-somewhere inside of him-that Dumbledore is much more clever than he is and much more powerful. In the beginning days for him at the ministry he’d even ask him for help occasionally.” Remus began and paused thoughtfully, “He’s become far too greedy, confident and fond of power now to do so. Or so it seems. He simply adores being the minister and he’s managed to convince himself that Dumbledore’s just making trouble because he needs something to do and that he, himself is the clever one and is seeing through lakes of lies.”
“How could he think that Dumbledore’s making it up-that I’m making it up?” Harry said desperately.
“The Ministry doesn’t want to believe he’s back,” Kingsley said, “if he came back-which he has-it would mean trouble that the Ministry hasn’t had in ages. It’s been 14 years since they’ve had to cope with anything that bad-14 years they never want to end.”
“Hence our problem,” Remus said, “with the Ministry denying everything and the Daily Prophet printing outrageous stories it’s difficult to convince people he’s come back to power-especially since they don’t want to in the first place. All of this makes most people heavily vulnerable to the Imperius Curse, which once again does not help us in the least bit.”
“As it is its difficult anyway,” Sirius said, “I’m an escaped ‘mass murderer’-or so everyone thinks anyway-and I have a price on my head for anyone who stops me or turns me in. I can’t really hand out fliers now can I?”
“And, I’m not everyone’s favorite dinner guest; with most of the public anyway-there are occasional few.” Remus said and then added with a light smile, “It’s a hazard of being a werewolf.”
“Tonks, Carmen, Kingsley and Arthur would loose their jobs if they tried doing such things,” Moody said, “and their assistants to us is important, we need spies inside the Ministry because most likely You-know-who will have them himself.”
“We’ve managed to convince a few people though,” Dad said optimistically, “Kingsley’s in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so far he’s been giving the Ministry information that Sirius is somewhere around Tibet, Tonks and Carmen here are new members-too young to be in the Order the first time-are both Aurrors and having Aurrors on our side is gives us a huge advantage.” I smirked lightly to myself, no wonder Carmen and Charlie could get along-Charlie and her got into a fight as friends and Carmen could tie him up and lock him in a closet with one flick of her wand.
“Dumbledore’s doing his best to get the word out, but everyone’s twisting his words around-that’s why he’s in such trouble,” Carmen said and lightly shook her head, “I never thought I’d see Dumbledore’s name being dragged through the mud like it is now. His name used to be like speaking of royalty in the Ministry but now it’s like you’re talking about someone who doesn’t exist if you mention him. He’s being exiled.” She sighed, “They’re striping him of each and every title he has, he’s lucky to still be Head Master.”
“They couldn’t do that could they?” I finally spoke up and sat forward in my seat, “take him from his Head Master position.”
“They wouldn’t dare try.” Caroline said, “It would be a costly venture to do so and he does still have many dedicated and loyal followers,” She eyed the room, “this room is full to bust of them. The only way they could strip him or that is to scare him away from the school-he’d have to leave and not return and the chance of that happening is extremely unlikely.” I let out a breath which I had found myself holding.
“Another reason he wouldn’t leave is if he left Voldemort would have a clear field to do as he please with nothing left to truly fear. Though at this rate Dumbledore could end up at Azkaban, and the same consequences would arise.” Remus said.
“Is all he after followers?” Harry asked.
“No,” Bill said, “He’s after a weapon, a powerful weapon-a weapon he didn’t have last time.”
“How powerful is it? What does it do? Is it worse than Avada Kedavra?” Harry asked.
“I think that’s quite enough.” Mum said as she moved into the kitchen, she seemed edgy and not very happy as she crossed her arms under her chest, “I think they’d found out all they need to.” Her eyes narrowed lightly at the lot of members in the Order. Fred and George went to speak but she glared intensely at them, “If you believe that I can’t tell you what to do anymore you better watch me. I’m still your mother.”
Fred and George got up angrily and went up the stairs, Ron and Hermione took an extra long time to get up and exit their chairs-just incase anyone had a need to slip some information and Harry got up quickly and walked over to Ron and Hermione. I stood up and began to walk over to them, “Meygan,” Sirius said and I halted immediately and turned around, Ron, Hermione and Harry did the same. “Stay, we need to discuss some things with you.” ‘Voldemort’ I thought to myself but nodded. Harry, Ron and Hermione glanced from Sirius and the Order, to me, to mum and back at each other before mum snapped at them and forced them up to bed.
I walked back over and sat down, I felt suddenly uncomfortable with all these eyes on me. “I didn’t want her to be subjected to this.” Mum said exasperatedly.
Remus looked at my mum, “Molly, relax-we aren’t the Ministry-we care about her as much as you do.”
I swallowed hard, some how that introduction was not comforting. Moody limped over and came close to me, “Been seeing dark things have you?” He said loud in my ear-loud enough for everyone to hear. I paused unsure of what to say, I hide the sudden panic within me from my face and eyes but searched the table frantically for help.
“It’s alright, Meygan,” Bill said kindly, “just answer everything truthfully.”
I nodded lightly and looked at Moody, “Yes…”
Moody’s magical eye scanned me, “You’re vulnerable to the Dark Lord.” He spat at me, “He can feel you and he doesn’t approve.”
“I’ve noticed.” I meant to think that but somehow that came out of my mouth instead.
Moody peered at me and his magical eye swirled like I’d never seen it do before. “He knows where you are….he knows you’re alive.” I heard mum make a sound like she almost fainted and I heard her sit down and turn as pale as a ghost.
“Alastor,” Carmen scolded and got up and was by my mother’s side in a split second, “that’s quite enough of that.” She said as she got up and got mum a glass of water.
Moody’s magical eye followed her as she did so, “It’s true,” He paused and his eye spun again, “it’s also what we kept her here to tell her.”
Carmen gave mum her water and pointed her finger at Moody, “Alastor the last thing we need is you scaring her and causing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to have a heart attack.” She sat next to mum and rubbed her back gently, “I think there are better ways of putting the current situation.”
“Peoples lives are in danger, a mass murderer is at large how else am I suppose to put it?!” Moody said and I looked at mum who made that noise again and buried her face within her hands. Dad was speechless but looked in better shape than mum and Bill was not pale at all but was staring at his glass while running his finger along the rim of it.
“Alastor!” Carmen scolded again; I couldn’t help but smile at the tone she dared to take with the retired Aurror. “That is enough.” She said firmly, “Will someone else please take a hold of this and have Alastor sit down.” She rubbed mum’s back, “Mrs. Weasley don’t worry-everything is alright, nothing’s going to happen to anyone within your family or anyone sitting at this table.” She said soothingly. “Everything’s alright.”
“Alastor,” Mr. Weasley said, “please sit down.”
“How would he know,” I spoke up once Moody sat down, “all I’ve had are dreams, nothing face to face.”
“What do the dreams consist of?” Caroline asked.
“Occasionally Cedric’s death, something's that happened in third and fourth years and rarely I see Voldemort himself.” I added the last part thoughtfully.
“Seen him?” Remus looked at me carefully, “what do you mean by seen him?”
“In my dreams, at times he’ll appear-towards when I wake up-he’s laughing and I always feel pain, sort of something like the Cruciatus curse I suppose, then he talks to me, reaches out towards me-I usually wake up after that though.” I shrugged, “It’s not much.”
Remus shifted, “I wouldn’t say that.” He chewed his cheek thoughtfully, “In your dreams-does he ever interact with you?”
I went to open my mouth but mum turned to look at them, “Is this all necessary?”
“Molly,” Sirius said looking at her, “Voldemort is on the rise, if you don’t think he’s going to find anyway to access Meygan if he knows she’s alive you have to be just about nuts!”
“Accessing me?” I suddenly felt really strange-almost to the point of nausea.
“If you can feel within the dreams,” Tonks began, “It’s quite possible he’s getting inside you or your mind.”
“I’m going back in time not seeing events that happen now-I’m dreaming.” I didn’t like the idea of Voldemort in me or my head.
“You, because of the amount of power within you are most vulnerable when you sleep; your alertness isn’t at the same level. If you were awake and he attempted to do that you could easily block it with or without meaning to or you would most likely go get help-not something he truly wants you to do.” Kingsley said, “He wants you to fear him.”
“I don’t fear him.” I said firmly, the truth was I didn’t truly know what I was afraid of.
“Of course not,” Sirius’ eyes twinkled, “I suppose ‘fear’ isn’t even in your vocabulary?” He smiled at me, “It’s what he wants you to do, though. If he inflicts fear on you, you are less of a threat.”
“How could I be a threat to Voldemort? I’m not even out of school yet.” I said though that was quite true Ron and our friends and I were pretty much all going into our 5th year this year.
“You are more powerful than you make yourself out to be,” Moody spoke up and Carmen shot a warning look in his direction, “within your blood is powerful magic-no matter who your parents may be. Do not underestimate yourself.” Tonks and Carmen’s eyes sparkled like diamonds, “We may even have a future Aurror on our hands.” He continued.
I had to admit I always had an eye on wanting to be an Aurror-not that I was a fan of Cornelius Fudge or the Ministry but the job itself was one that was quite tempting to me.
“You have to be careful though;” Remus spoke up, “being powerful can be just as dangerous as not being powerful.” He looked at me, he looked quite tired and drawn, “You don’t have full control over the power you have and because of that you could do harm to you or others without meaning to.” He paused and smiled, “You didn’t get that fiery temper just from being in the Weasley family.”
I smiled, I had to admit when I did get mad and my temper did flare it was not a pleasant site in any way shape or form. “The fact is You-know-who is coming back and fast, if he gets a hold of you, Meg, and is able to control you in anyway or find out anything within your mind anyway it could be completely and utterly dangerous.” Bill said as he looked up from his glass.
“It would be as bad as Harry or Dumbledore going bad or any other powerful wizard, it would be mass destruction.” Sirius pointed out.
“What we’re trying to get across to you,” Caroline said carefully as she noticed the growing fear in my mother’s eyes and my father growing more pale, “is if anything happens you need to go strait to a member of the Order. That way we can help you; this is no laughing matter or one to be taken lightly-do you understand?”
I nodded, “Yeah, I do.” I had full comprehension of the danger I was coming closer to with every tick of the clock and every time the sun set and rose. I was not oblivious to the fact that my meeting with Voldemort was becoming inevitable-sooner or later blood would be reunited. But there would be a difference. I was good.
“Are we quite done?” Mum asked as color slowly returned to her face.
The Order exchanged looks, “Quite so, Mrs. Weasley,” Carmen said, “I think we’ve covered the basics of everything she needs to know,” she paused, “at the moment. I’m afraid whether you like it or not Mrs. Weasley we will have to keep her informed. She needs and deserves to know-they all do.”
Mum sighed, “I know.” Then she turned to me, “Time for bed-upstairs, now.”
“Mum,” I looked at her, “Can I at least have 10 minutes.”
The aggravated look came across her face again but she didn’t argue, “Fine, go get your pajamas on and then you can come down and read or something, but be quiet.”
I nodded, smiled; hugged mum, dad and Bill then said good night and went upstairs. I quietly entered the room, took my clothes, went and changed and came downstairs. I didn’t really listen to mum; I stayed up reading till about midnight and then fell asleep down stairs on the couch.
“Molly.” Dad began but mum was not backing down.
“No Arthur, we’ve discussed this-she’s lucky I’m letting her step foot onto Hogwarts grounds. I will not let her hear this! No!”
“Molly,” Moody said as he looked at her with his good eye and his magical one swirled in his head while looking at me, “She has the blood right to know.” He voice was low as he spoke, I saw a questioning look on Harry’s face and my heart stopped, praying he wouldn’t catch on, Bill had set down the water he was drinking before he had taken a sip, Dad’s face temporarily changed color, and Mum’s eyes danced.
Sirius looked from my right arm, to me, and finally to my mum, “He’s right, Molly.”
“Fine, Fine! Meygan Ann sit down, Ginny bed, come on.” She took Ginny and pulled her out the door and upstairs, Ginny was raging the entire time.
Those of us who were standing sat down and turned our full attention to the members of the Order.
“What do you wish to know?” Sirius asked as he laid his eyes on Harry.
“Anything,” Harry said, “such as….Where is Voldemort? What’s he doing? Why haven’t there been any deaths?” He paused getting his thoughts together, “I’ve been watching the news and Uncle Vernon’s and Aunt Petunia’s I haven’t seen any suspicious deaths or anything yet.”
“There hasn’t been any,” Kingsley spoke up, “none that we no of anyway and we know quite a lot so if we didn’t know-it would be surprising.”
“We know a lot.” Sirius added.
“Much more than he thinks we do,” Remus added as well. “More than he’d like us to.”
“Why isn’t he killing anyone,” Harry asked, “I know he isn’t usually afraid of such things.”
“He doesn’t wish to draw attention to himself.” Carmen spoke up, several eyes rested on her as she spoke. She leaned forward and rested her arms on the table while looking right at Harry and us. “That’s the last thing he wishes to do at the moment. I would be too dangerous; he wouldn’t have enough followers to fight back an angry ministry and Order.” She paused, “You see-his comeback didn’t turn out as planned. No one was supposed to know he was back except for his dedicated followers.”
“You messed that up,” Remus said.
“You surviving allowed us and everyone else who believed you to know that he was back, that he had returned.” Sirius said and then added, “The last person he wanted to know he was back was Dumbledore, and you told him straight away-yet another complication to his plan.” He smirked, “Dumbledore’s the only one Voldemort’s scared of.”
“And the reason he-who-must-not-be-named never entered Hogwarts personally.” Bill spoke and then paused, “Or at least not when Dumbledore was around anyway.”
“Thanks to you and your going straight to Dumbledore, Dumbledore was about to recall the Order of the Phoenix about an hour after Voldemort returned.” Sirius said. My heart was racing at the thought of Voldemort’s return, I wasn’t exactly afraid of him but I was anxious in knowing that I would-some day-come face-to-face with him.
“What have you all been doing?” Harry asked.
“Keeping an eye on you-know-who,” Moody spoke up and limped over from his seat in the corner, “and make sure that any of his plans don’t make it past the planning stages.”
“How do you know what his plans are? Or that he has plans?” Harry asked.
“We don’t know them all,” Tonks spoke up, “But we know some-or at least Dumbledore has some ideas and most of the time…usually, his ideas are right. So just in case we are keeping a close eye on him and what we know he has of his followers.”
Harry opened his mouth to talk but he was cut off, “First off,” we all turned our heads, surprised to hear the sweet, gentle and quiet voice of Caroline talking. Harry closed his mouth and leaned in-obviously she was answering his next question. “Voldemort wants to build up his army once more, years ago-during the first war. He had huge numbers in his command, a large variety of dark creatures, his ever loyal and ruthless Death Eaters, Poor witches and wizards he’d bullied or forcefully bewitched into following him. You name it, he had it. He’s planning to recruit giants, but we can assure he’ll be after more than just them soon enough and he’s not going to start a war with only a handful of Death Eaters. He’s going to be recruiting more help and going to try and get it from anyone he can-even students at Hogwarts.” Caroline fingered the braid her hair was in as she finished, she knew all too well of the lifestyle of Death Eater worthy witches and wizards and the families that lived with them.
“Are you trying to stop him from recruiting help?” Ron piped up.
“We’re trying out hardest,” Tonks said, “But it’s terribly difficult, there are massive amounts to recruit, few of us and Voldemort’s on the move and fast.” She lightly shook her head and her bubblegum pink hair flailed out helplessly, “He doesn’t wish to waist any time.”
“We’re mainly trying to try and convince the public-or as many people as possible- that You-Know-Who is back, so that they are on guard and prepared for what ever could be coming or is coming.” Bill said and lightly sighed, “It’s not an easy task for sure.”
“How come?” Both Hermione and Harry said while leaning forward.
“Because of how the Ministry’s attitude is toward the subject,” Tonks said as she crossed her arms under her chest and changed her hair to neon green and shoulder length, “You saw the minister after You-know-who came back, Harry. He hasn’t changed his mind in one tiny ounce of a bit. He’s absolutely refusing to believe that he’s back and that it all happened. He’s being excessively naive.”
“Why?” Harry asked and I seriously considered saying, ‘because Cornelius Fudge is a big git’ but I suggest otherwise to myself, “Dumbledore said—”
“That’s just it,” Dad said, “Dumbledore.” He said with a wry smile, “Fudge is frightened of him.”
“Frightened?” Hermione paused in awe, “Why?” Some how I could see how some one could easily be frightened of Dumbledore, although being frightened of him to the point of not believing him or choosing not to, takes it over the limit of just being frightened in my vocabulary.
“He’s frightened of what Dumbledore’s doing behind closed doors, he’s afraid Dumbledore’s plotting to overthrow him. He’s afraid Dumbledore wants to be the Minister of Magic.” Dad said
“But—” Harry began.
“He doesn’t want to be the Minister, Harry,” Caroline continued, “though the majority of the public wanted him to before Fudge came to ‘power’. Fudge has never forgotten Dumbledore’s popularity and support which frightens him, even if Dumbledore never wanted or applied for the job.” Once again everyone seemed slightly shocked at Caroline for speaking up.
“Fudge knows-somewhere inside of him-that Dumbledore is much more clever than he is and much more powerful. In the beginning days for him at the ministry he’d even ask him for help occasionally.” Remus began and paused thoughtfully, “He’s become far too greedy, confident and fond of power now to do so. Or so it seems. He simply adores being the minister and he’s managed to convince himself that Dumbledore’s just making trouble because he needs something to do and that he, himself is the clever one and is seeing through lakes of lies.”
“How could he think that Dumbledore’s making it up-that I’m making it up?” Harry said desperately.
“The Ministry doesn’t want to believe he’s back,” Kingsley said, “if he came back-which he has-it would mean trouble that the Ministry hasn’t had in ages. It’s been 14 years since they’ve had to cope with anything that bad-14 years they never want to end.”
“Hence our problem,” Remus said, “with the Ministry denying everything and the Daily Prophet printing outrageous stories it’s difficult to convince people he’s come back to power-especially since they don’t want to in the first place. All of this makes most people heavily vulnerable to the Imperius Curse, which once again does not help us in the least bit.”
“As it is its difficult anyway,” Sirius said, “I’m an escaped ‘mass murderer’-or so everyone thinks anyway-and I have a price on my head for anyone who stops me or turns me in. I can’t really hand out fliers now can I?”
“And, I’m not everyone’s favorite dinner guest; with most of the public anyway-there are occasional few.” Remus said and then added with a light smile, “It’s a hazard of being a werewolf.”
“Tonks, Carmen, Kingsley and Arthur would loose their jobs if they tried doing such things,” Moody said, “and their assistants to us is important, we need spies inside the Ministry because most likely You-know-who will have them himself.”
“We’ve managed to convince a few people though,” Dad said optimistically, “Kingsley’s in charge of the hunt for Sirius, so far he’s been giving the Ministry information that Sirius is somewhere around Tibet, Tonks and Carmen here are new members-too young to be in the Order the first time-are both Aurrors and having Aurrors on our side is gives us a huge advantage.” I smirked lightly to myself, no wonder Carmen and Charlie could get along-Charlie and her got into a fight as friends and Carmen could tie him up and lock him in a closet with one flick of her wand.
“Dumbledore’s doing his best to get the word out, but everyone’s twisting his words around-that’s why he’s in such trouble,” Carmen said and lightly shook her head, “I never thought I’d see Dumbledore’s name being dragged through the mud like it is now. His name used to be like speaking of royalty in the Ministry but now it’s like you’re talking about someone who doesn’t exist if you mention him. He’s being exiled.” She sighed, “They’re striping him of each and every title he has, he’s lucky to still be Head Master.”
“They couldn’t do that could they?” I finally spoke up and sat forward in my seat, “take him from his Head Master position.”
“They wouldn’t dare try.” Caroline said, “It would be a costly venture to do so and he does still have many dedicated and loyal followers,” She eyed the room, “this room is full to bust of them. The only way they could strip him or that is to scare him away from the school-he’d have to leave and not return and the chance of that happening is extremely unlikely.” I let out a breath which I had found myself holding.
“Another reason he wouldn’t leave is if he left Voldemort would have a clear field to do as he please with nothing left to truly fear. Though at this rate Dumbledore could end up at Azkaban, and the same consequences would arise.” Remus said.
“Is all he after followers?” Harry asked.
“No,” Bill said, “He’s after a weapon, a powerful weapon-a weapon he didn’t have last time.”
“How powerful is it? What does it do? Is it worse than Avada Kedavra?” Harry asked.
“I think that’s quite enough.” Mum said as she moved into the kitchen, she seemed edgy and not very happy as she crossed her arms under her chest, “I think they’d found out all they need to.” Her eyes narrowed lightly at the lot of members in the Order. Fred and George went to speak but she glared intensely at them, “If you believe that I can’t tell you what to do anymore you better watch me. I’m still your mother.”
Fred and George got up angrily and went up the stairs, Ron and Hermione took an extra long time to get up and exit their chairs-just incase anyone had a need to slip some information and Harry got up quickly and walked over to Ron and Hermione. I stood up and began to walk over to them, “Meygan,” Sirius said and I halted immediately and turned around, Ron, Hermione and Harry did the same. “Stay, we need to discuss some things with you.” ‘Voldemort’ I thought to myself but nodded. Harry, Ron and Hermione glanced from Sirius and the Order, to me, to mum and back at each other before mum snapped at them and forced them up to bed.
I walked back over and sat down, I felt suddenly uncomfortable with all these eyes on me. “I didn’t want her to be subjected to this.” Mum said exasperatedly.
Remus looked at my mum, “Molly, relax-we aren’t the Ministry-we care about her as much as you do.”
I swallowed hard, some how that introduction was not comforting. Moody limped over and came close to me, “Been seeing dark things have you?” He said loud in my ear-loud enough for everyone to hear. I paused unsure of what to say, I hide the sudden panic within me from my face and eyes but searched the table frantically for help.
“It’s alright, Meygan,” Bill said kindly, “just answer everything truthfully.”
I nodded lightly and looked at Moody, “Yes…”
Moody’s magical eye scanned me, “You’re vulnerable to the Dark Lord.” He spat at me, “He can feel you and he doesn’t approve.”
“I’ve noticed.” I meant to think that but somehow that came out of my mouth instead.
Moody peered at me and his magical eye swirled like I’d never seen it do before. “He knows where you are….he knows you’re alive.” I heard mum make a sound like she almost fainted and I heard her sit down and turn as pale as a ghost.
“Alastor,” Carmen scolded and got up and was by my mother’s side in a split second, “that’s quite enough of that.” She said as she got up and got mum a glass of water.
Moody’s magical eye followed her as she did so, “It’s true,” He paused and his eye spun again, “it’s also what we kept her here to tell her.”
Carmen gave mum her water and pointed her finger at Moody, “Alastor the last thing we need is you scaring her and causing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to have a heart attack.” She sat next to mum and rubbed her back gently, “I think there are better ways of putting the current situation.”
“Peoples lives are in danger, a mass murderer is at large how else am I suppose to put it?!” Moody said and I looked at mum who made that noise again and buried her face within her hands. Dad was speechless but looked in better shape than mum and Bill was not pale at all but was staring at his glass while running his finger along the rim of it.
“Alastor!” Carmen scolded again; I couldn’t help but smile at the tone she dared to take with the retired Aurror. “That is enough.” She said firmly, “Will someone else please take a hold of this and have Alastor sit down.” She rubbed mum’s back, “Mrs. Weasley don’t worry-everything is alright, nothing’s going to happen to anyone within your family or anyone sitting at this table.” She said soothingly. “Everything’s alright.”
“Alastor,” Mr. Weasley said, “please sit down.”
“How would he know,” I spoke up once Moody sat down, “all I’ve had are dreams, nothing face to face.”
“What do the dreams consist of?” Caroline asked.
“Occasionally Cedric’s death, something's that happened in third and fourth years and rarely I see Voldemort himself.” I added the last part thoughtfully.
“Seen him?” Remus looked at me carefully, “what do you mean by seen him?”
“In my dreams, at times he’ll appear-towards when I wake up-he’s laughing and I always feel pain, sort of something like the Cruciatus curse I suppose, then he talks to me, reaches out towards me-I usually wake up after that though.” I shrugged, “It’s not much.”
Remus shifted, “I wouldn’t say that.” He chewed his cheek thoughtfully, “In your dreams-does he ever interact with you?”
I went to open my mouth but mum turned to look at them, “Is this all necessary?”
“Molly,” Sirius said looking at her, “Voldemort is on the rise, if you don’t think he’s going to find anyway to access Meygan if he knows she’s alive you have to be just about nuts!”
“Accessing me?” I suddenly felt really strange-almost to the point of nausea.
“If you can feel within the dreams,” Tonks began, “It’s quite possible he’s getting inside you or your mind.”
“I’m going back in time not seeing events that happen now-I’m dreaming.” I didn’t like the idea of Voldemort in me or my head.
“You, because of the amount of power within you are most vulnerable when you sleep; your alertness isn’t at the same level. If you were awake and he attempted to do that you could easily block it with or without meaning to or you would most likely go get help-not something he truly wants you to do.” Kingsley said, “He wants you to fear him.”
“I don’t fear him.” I said firmly, the truth was I didn’t truly know what I was afraid of.
“Of course not,” Sirius’ eyes twinkled, “I suppose ‘fear’ isn’t even in your vocabulary?” He smiled at me, “It’s what he wants you to do, though. If he inflicts fear on you, you are less of a threat.”
“How could I be a threat to Voldemort? I’m not even out of school yet.” I said though that was quite true Ron and our friends and I were pretty much all going into our 5th year this year.
“You are more powerful than you make yourself out to be,” Moody spoke up and Carmen shot a warning look in his direction, “within your blood is powerful magic-no matter who your parents may be. Do not underestimate yourself.” Tonks and Carmen’s eyes sparkled like diamonds, “We may even have a future Aurror on our hands.” He continued.
I had to admit I always had an eye on wanting to be an Aurror-not that I was a fan of Cornelius Fudge or the Ministry but the job itself was one that was quite tempting to me.
“You have to be careful though;” Remus spoke up, “being powerful can be just as dangerous as not being powerful.” He looked at me, he looked quite tired and drawn, “You don’t have full control over the power you have and because of that you could do harm to you or others without meaning to.” He paused and smiled, “You didn’t get that fiery temper just from being in the Weasley family.”
I smiled, I had to admit when I did get mad and my temper did flare it was not a pleasant site in any way shape or form. “The fact is You-know-who is coming back and fast, if he gets a hold of you, Meg, and is able to control you in anyway or find out anything within your mind anyway it could be completely and utterly dangerous.” Bill said as he looked up from his glass.
“It would be as bad as Harry or Dumbledore going bad or any other powerful wizard, it would be mass destruction.” Sirius pointed out.
“What we’re trying to get across to you,” Caroline said carefully as she noticed the growing fear in my mother’s eyes and my father growing more pale, “is if anything happens you need to go strait to a member of the Order. That way we can help you; this is no laughing matter or one to be taken lightly-do you understand?”
I nodded, “Yeah, I do.” I had full comprehension of the danger I was coming closer to with every tick of the clock and every time the sun set and rose. I was not oblivious to the fact that my meeting with Voldemort was becoming inevitable-sooner or later blood would be reunited. But there would be a difference. I was good.
“Are we quite done?” Mum asked as color slowly returned to her face.
The Order exchanged looks, “Quite so, Mrs. Weasley,” Carmen said, “I think we’ve covered the basics of everything she needs to know,” she paused, “at the moment. I’m afraid whether you like it or not Mrs. Weasley we will have to keep her informed. She needs and deserves to know-they all do.”
Mum sighed, “I know.” Then she turned to me, “Time for bed-upstairs, now.”
“Mum,” I looked at her, “Can I at least have 10 minutes.”
The aggravated look came across her face again but she didn’t argue, “Fine, go get your pajamas on and then you can come down and read or something, but be quiet.”
I nodded, smiled; hugged mum, dad and Bill then said good night and went upstairs. I quietly entered the room, took my clothes, went and changed and came downstairs. I didn’t really listen to mum; I stayed up reading till about midnight and then fell asleep down stairs on the couch.
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Several days later I did the same routine, I fell asleep on the couch around midnight or later, a trait I seemed to be getting into. I woke early the next morning, some where 4ish, I guessed it was that because the sun hadn’t risen yet. I dressed, brushed my hair and sat down again. I covered my legs with the throw on the back of the couch and began to read again. At about 6 I put the book down and went over to the fire place that was dimly crackling, I poked and prodded it to increase the flame. I heard Kreacher in the back ground mumbling to himself and I lightly scrunched up my nose. Every time Kreacher noticed me he began yelling at me or calling me “blood traitor”, “mud blood”, “fowl of the earth” he was beginning to sound like the portrait of Mrs. Black in the hallway. Luckily he didn’t notice me and walked upstairs to clean Mrs. Black’s portrait.
I sat down stairs curled up on the couch staring at the fire, watching the embers intently with the throw over my legs. I heard footsteps but did not jump or spook like some, I just sat and kept on staring.
"Hey," Harry said as he sat down next to me.
I turned and looked at him while pulling the throw that was keeping me somewhat warm closer, "I thought you'd be with Ron, Hermione and Ginny-though they are sleeping."
"I decided to come downstairs," he looked at me and then glanced down at his hands, within them was two mugs of hot chocolate. "I was thirsty and thought you might like some." I smiled at him, "What are you doing down here anyway? Kind of lonely isn't it?"
I lightly shrugged and looked back at the fire, "I suppose, but I just felt like...like thinking." I didn’t know he got up this early, I figured he must have had a dream that awoke him. I looked back at Harry and our eyes met. For once I felt like more than just 'Ron's sister' around him, to me he felt like my friend. I released my eyes from his and looked back at the embers, "Thanks." I said as he handed me my hot chocolate.
"Meygan," He began. I narrowed my eyes lightly at the embers but bit my tongue and took a sip of the hot chocolate (which happened to taste very good)-I'd let it slide...this time. "Meygan, listen," It sounded like he was searching for words-something I had rarely ever seen him do. ".......I know what's been going on with you...Ron told me. He told me everything."
My heart stopped and I nearly dropped my mug of hog chocolate. Ron told him. He told him of all people. He told Harry my deepest, darkest secret in the entire world. How could he! “He did?” I croaked.
“Yeah he did,” Harry said and looked at me, “I know how you feel,” I blinked, he did? “I’ve been having dreams too, somewhat like yours but still a little different.” I let out a with-held breath. He hadn’t told Harry.
“Really?” I asked as I glanced at him, “I thought I was just all alone.”
Harry shook his head, “No, you are far from that.”
I lightly smiled under my mug as I sipped some of the hot chocolate within it. He had no idea what that meant to me and he probably never would. “That’s reassuring.” I paused, “Harry?”
“Yeah?” He looked at me.
“Do you ever…dream about when Cedric died?” I knew he had seen more than I had but still I couldn’t help but wonder if he was haunted by that too.
Harry looked at me; both of us were quiet for a long time, “Yeah….I do…” He looked into my eyes, “Do you?” I knew he thought that I had been in love with Cedric and so he usually tried to avoid the subject, afraid I couldn’t handle talking about him.
I nodded, “Yeah I do,” it was slightly hard to talk about it, Cedric had been my friend after all but I was no where near as sad as Cho probably was-being his girlfriend and all. We were both silent for awhile. “Harry?” I finally broke it.
“Yes?” He looked at me.
I took in a deep breath, “Do you ever see Voldemort in your dreams?”
He looked at me, “No, not other than the one when Cedric dies….why-do you?”
I contemplated telling him but I heard the Order coming and I wasn’t sure if they’d want me to tell him, “No,” I said quickly, “I was just wondering,” I paused trying to find an excuse, “You know because you and him are so connected and all and him on the rise….” I trailed off and he nodded understandably. We both had finished our hot chocolate when the Order entered followed by Ginny, Ron and Hermione.
“Morning,” Caroline said brightly to Harry and I as we walked over to the group.
“Morning,” Harry said and smiled. Did I just die or something? He has hardly smiled since he arrived, first he smiled when he saw Sirius (understandable), then me, then Caroline-was he sick???
We all sat down at the table as mum began cooking. I looked around the table; Carmen, Moody, Tonks and Bill were missing from the group. “Mum?” I turned, “Where are Moody, Tonks, Bill and Carmen?”
Sirius spoke for mum who seemed to still be slightly shook up from last night, “They’re talking, they should be down soon.”
Mum had placed the food on the table by the time they all entered. Carmen walked over and whispered something in Caroline’s ear; Caroline stood and walked out without even thinking about excusing herself. “She’ll be right back.” Tonks said for her and sat down. I guessed it was probably a family issue-she seemed to have a lot of those.
Carmen sat down next to Bill by Sirius; she looked at us kids, “Are you all excited for school.” Harry went to open his mouth but she shook her head, “You are not going to be expelled, Harry, everything’s fine.” She spoke calmly as she put food onto her plate and looked back up at us.
We all-including Harry-nodded vigorously, “We can hardly wait; we just want it to skip till school.” Ginny said enthusiastically.
Carmen smiled and moved her hair off her shoulders as she ate. “Are you staying here all year round?” Harry asked.
Carmen shook her head, “Oh no, I live in Romania most of the time. Though lately I’ve been spending a lot of time in London and such,” she glanced at the calendar. “In fact after you are all safely on the train to Hogwarts I’ll be on my way back to Romania.”
“For how long?” Ron asked while stuffing a huge sausage in his mouth-I cringed as I cut mine, we may be ‘twins’ but we are complete opposites half the time.
“Only a few months,” she paused sipping her water, “Charlie and I will be back up for a couple weeks around Christmas.”
I smiled beneath my glass of water as I noted the twinkle in her eyes at the mention of Charlie’s name. I glanced towards the doorway, where did Caroline go?
Tonks took five minutes to decide how she wished to look for the day, butt length neon orange hair, bright purple eyes and magenta finger nails. Sirius glanced in his cousin’s direction and smirked at the brightness that illuminated from her hair.
“Done? Good.” Mum said and took the plates from us the minute we finished eating, “Come one time to get ready, Harry-your hearing is soon.” Mum wet a comb and began to take it to his hair.
I saw a look of dread come across Harry’s face before he said, “It won’t work-it doesn’t tame.”
Mum gave a tired sigh and looked down at his hair, “There must be a way.”
Carmen finished washing the table and looked at Harry, “He’ll look fine once he’s dressed in a suit, Mrs. Weasley.”
Tonks winked in Harry’s direction, “You’re too cute for anyone to convict.” She then turned to Carmen, “Come on-we should go.” Carmen nodded and waved, “We’ll see you guys later.” Tonks said and both apparated to the Ministry
Kingsley stood, “As should I.”
“I’ll be taking you with me, Harry, there I’ll drop you off on my way to checking in.” Dad said as he stood, “So go on and get dressed.”
Caroline entered the room once more; her plate mum had left on the side board with another untouched one next to it. Dygon, her younger brother, entered at her side. “Sorry, I had to pick up, Nicholas.”
Molly waved a hand as she gave up on Harry’s hair, “Not a problem dear.” She turned to Remus and Sirius, “You’ll keep them company won’t you? I have some errands to run.”
“Don’t worry, Molly, the kids will be fine, and we’ll keep Caroline and Nicholas quite entertained.” Remus said. They made it sound like we were 2 years old.
Mum smiled, kissed Harry’s cheek loudly and hugged him while wishing him luck before leaving. Harry went upstairs, got change and him and dad left. Harry had a dreaded look on his face the entire time till they left.
I sat down stairs curled up on the couch staring at the fire, watching the embers intently with the throw over my legs. I heard footsteps but did not jump or spook like some, I just sat and kept on staring.
"Hey," Harry said as he sat down next to me.
I turned and looked at him while pulling the throw that was keeping me somewhat warm closer, "I thought you'd be with Ron, Hermione and Ginny-though they are sleeping."
"I decided to come downstairs," he looked at me and then glanced down at his hands, within them was two mugs of hot chocolate. "I was thirsty and thought you might like some." I smiled at him, "What are you doing down here anyway? Kind of lonely isn't it?"
I lightly shrugged and looked back at the fire, "I suppose, but I just felt like...like thinking." I didn’t know he got up this early, I figured he must have had a dream that awoke him. I looked back at Harry and our eyes met. For once I felt like more than just 'Ron's sister' around him, to me he felt like my friend. I released my eyes from his and looked back at the embers, "Thanks." I said as he handed me my hot chocolate.
"Meygan," He began. I narrowed my eyes lightly at the embers but bit my tongue and took a sip of the hot chocolate (which happened to taste very good)-I'd let it slide...this time. "Meygan, listen," It sounded like he was searching for words-something I had rarely ever seen him do. ".......I know what's been going on with you...Ron told me. He told me everything."
My heart stopped and I nearly dropped my mug of hog chocolate. Ron told him. He told him of all people. He told Harry my deepest, darkest secret in the entire world. How could he! “He did?” I croaked.
“Yeah he did,” Harry said and looked at me, “I know how you feel,” I blinked, he did? “I’ve been having dreams too, somewhat like yours but still a little different.” I let out a with-held breath. He hadn’t told Harry.
“Really?” I asked as I glanced at him, “I thought I was just all alone.”
Harry shook his head, “No, you are far from that.”
I lightly smiled under my mug as I sipped some of the hot chocolate within it. He had no idea what that meant to me and he probably never would. “That’s reassuring.” I paused, “Harry?”
“Yeah?” He looked at me.
“Do you ever…dream about when Cedric died?” I knew he had seen more than I had but still I couldn’t help but wonder if he was haunted by that too.
Harry looked at me; both of us were quiet for a long time, “Yeah….I do…” He looked into my eyes, “Do you?” I knew he thought that I had been in love with Cedric and so he usually tried to avoid the subject, afraid I couldn’t handle talking about him.
I nodded, “Yeah I do,” it was slightly hard to talk about it, Cedric had been my friend after all but I was no where near as sad as Cho probably was-being his girlfriend and all. We were both silent for awhile. “Harry?” I finally broke it.
“Yes?” He looked at me.
I took in a deep breath, “Do you ever see Voldemort in your dreams?”
He looked at me, “No, not other than the one when Cedric dies….why-do you?”
I contemplated telling him but I heard the Order coming and I wasn’t sure if they’d want me to tell him, “No,” I said quickly, “I was just wondering,” I paused trying to find an excuse, “You know because you and him are so connected and all and him on the rise….” I trailed off and he nodded understandably. We both had finished our hot chocolate when the Order entered followed by Ginny, Ron and Hermione.
“Morning,” Caroline said brightly to Harry and I as we walked over to the group.
“Morning,” Harry said and smiled. Did I just die or something? He has hardly smiled since he arrived, first he smiled when he saw Sirius (understandable), then me, then Caroline-was he sick???
We all sat down at the table as mum began cooking. I looked around the table; Carmen, Moody, Tonks and Bill were missing from the group. “Mum?” I turned, “Where are Moody, Tonks, Bill and Carmen?”
Sirius spoke for mum who seemed to still be slightly shook up from last night, “They’re talking, they should be down soon.”
Mum had placed the food on the table by the time they all entered. Carmen walked over and whispered something in Caroline’s ear; Caroline stood and walked out without even thinking about excusing herself. “She’ll be right back.” Tonks said for her and sat down. I guessed it was probably a family issue-she seemed to have a lot of those.
Carmen sat down next to Bill by Sirius; she looked at us kids, “Are you all excited for school.” Harry went to open his mouth but she shook her head, “You are not going to be expelled, Harry, everything’s fine.” She spoke calmly as she put food onto her plate and looked back up at us.
We all-including Harry-nodded vigorously, “We can hardly wait; we just want it to skip till school.” Ginny said enthusiastically.
Carmen smiled and moved her hair off her shoulders as she ate. “Are you staying here all year round?” Harry asked.
Carmen shook her head, “Oh no, I live in Romania most of the time. Though lately I’ve been spending a lot of time in London and such,” she glanced at the calendar. “In fact after you are all safely on the train to Hogwarts I’ll be on my way back to Romania.”
“For how long?” Ron asked while stuffing a huge sausage in his mouth-I cringed as I cut mine, we may be ‘twins’ but we are complete opposites half the time.
“Only a few months,” she paused sipping her water, “Charlie and I will be back up for a couple weeks around Christmas.”
I smiled beneath my glass of water as I noted the twinkle in her eyes at the mention of Charlie’s name. I glanced towards the doorway, where did Caroline go?
Tonks took five minutes to decide how she wished to look for the day, butt length neon orange hair, bright purple eyes and magenta finger nails. Sirius glanced in his cousin’s direction and smirked at the brightness that illuminated from her hair.
“Done? Good.” Mum said and took the plates from us the minute we finished eating, “Come one time to get ready, Harry-your hearing is soon.” Mum wet a comb and began to take it to his hair.
I saw a look of dread come across Harry’s face before he said, “It won’t work-it doesn’t tame.”
Mum gave a tired sigh and looked down at his hair, “There must be a way.”
Carmen finished washing the table and looked at Harry, “He’ll look fine once he’s dressed in a suit, Mrs. Weasley.”
Tonks winked in Harry’s direction, “You’re too cute for anyone to convict.” She then turned to Carmen, “Come on-we should go.” Carmen nodded and waved, “We’ll see you guys later.” Tonks said and both apparated to the Ministry
Kingsley stood, “As should I.”
“I’ll be taking you with me, Harry, there I’ll drop you off on my way to checking in.” Dad said as he stood, “So go on and get dressed.”
Caroline entered the room once more; her plate mum had left on the side board with another untouched one next to it. Dygon, her younger brother, entered at her side. “Sorry, I had to pick up, Nicholas.”
Molly waved a hand as she gave up on Harry’s hair, “Not a problem dear.” She turned to Remus and Sirius, “You’ll keep them company won’t you? I have some errands to run.”
“Don’t worry, Molly, the kids will be fine, and we’ll keep Caroline and Nicholas quite entertained.” Remus said. They made it sound like we were 2 years old.
Mum smiled, kissed Harry’s cheek loudly and hugged him while wishing him luck before leaving. Harry went upstairs, got change and him and dad left. Harry had a dreaded look on his face the entire time till they left.
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It took Fred, George, Ginny, Dygon and I 15 minutes to stop dancing and chanting the Harry was off the hook. All the while Harry, Ron and Hermione were bemused by us but mum was constantly trying to get us to shut up. Once we stopped I ran over and hugged Harry, this time he didn’t take as long to respond though there were a few minutes between me hugging him and him hugging me back. “I’m so glad everything’s alright Harry!” I said happily and I heard him chuckle but no one else saw. Harry chuckle? I never had really seen him truly happy….but I guess now was a very good reason to be chuckling.
“I told you everything would be fine.” Carmen said pointing her finger at Harry once I released him. She went over and hugged him from behind, her red and black robes draped over his shoulders, “We’re all extremely happy, Harry.” She said and gave him one more gentle squeeze before standing up and going over to Tonks and Kingsley. Tonks had already enthusiastically hugged Harry (nearly toppling him over in the process) the minute she had heard he was alright and Kingsley had already told him congratulations.
Fred, George, Dygon and Ginny began chanting again as mum was taking the food off the stove.
“HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF—” They said while dancing.
Mum turned frustrated and looked at them, “SHUT UP!” She roared before calming down, “Please, we’re all extremely happy about Harry getting off but no more singing-we’d like to be able to have a decent conversation.”
Carmen, Caroline and Tonks immediately got up and went over to help mum, partially to prevent a further out break.
Carmen placed the food on the table, “Can we all please try to get through the meal without an argument?” she looked at mum, Sirius and Moody as she spoke, waiting for their agreement. They all nodded so did we and then we began to eat. All of us glanced at each other while smiling because we were happy that Harry was off the hook. Some how suddenly we all had the strongest urge (more than usual) to step back into Hogwarts.
“I told you everything would be fine.” Carmen said pointing her finger at Harry once I released him. She went over and hugged him from behind, her red and black robes draped over his shoulders, “We’re all extremely happy, Harry.” She said and gave him one more gentle squeeze before standing up and going over to Tonks and Kingsley. Tonks had already enthusiastically hugged Harry (nearly toppling him over in the process) the minute she had heard he was alright and Kingsley had already told him congratulations.
Fred, George, Dygon and Ginny began chanting again as mum was taking the food off the stove.
“HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF—” They said while dancing.
Mum turned frustrated and looked at them, “SHUT UP!” She roared before calming down, “Please, we’re all extremely happy about Harry getting off but no more singing-we’d like to be able to have a decent conversation.”
Carmen, Caroline and Tonks immediately got up and went over to help mum, partially to prevent a further out break.
Carmen placed the food on the table, “Can we all please try to get through the meal without an argument?” she looked at mum, Sirius and Moody as she spoke, waiting for their agreement. They all nodded so did we and then we began to eat. All of us glanced at each other while smiling because we were happy that Harry was off the hook. Some how suddenly we all had the strongest urge (more than usual) to step back into Hogwarts.
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Carmen whistled from the base of the stairs and we all ran down while carrying our luggage, "Ah," she smiled, "I just love being powerful." She said and winked at us. She was dressed in a slightly fancy red tank top, black and grey pin striped knee length a-line skirt, short sleeved mini jacket that came just below her chest, and vibrant neon green heels. It was quite obviously she worked and was friends with Tonks just by the way she was dressed-though it looked quite nice. She popped gum into her mouth and played with the carefully spiral curled hair she had put in a bouncy pony tail with two strands on either side of her face.
"Nice look." Ginny said playfully and smiled.
"Nice look." Ginny said playfully and smiled.
Carmen rolled her eyes in a light teenage like manner, "It'd be better if I didn't have to where the fancy skirt, it makes the outfit look ridiculus." She looked at us, "Any who, you ready?" We all nodded, "Alright leave your luggage here, Moody's taking care of that-" She turned her head to look into the Kitchen, "Mrs. Weasley are you ready?"
Molly hurried in, "Sorry just finishing up some things," She looked at us, fixed our hair and clothing (we all squirmed and figitted in dislike but she didn't seem to notice) and then rushed us out the door, Carmen following at the rear right by Harry.
Sirius, in dog form, ran after us, "Merlin," Carmen muttered almost sounding aggravated under her breath but the smile on her face showed her true emotion to the playful behavior. "Sirius," she said lowly as they walked up to a transformed Tonks (she had made herself in an older woman for the walk to the station), "make sure you keep a low profile." The dog looked at her, "Don't you look at me like that," She pointed her finger at him, "If anyone finds out who you are you know what could happen-be careful." She finished as Tonks walked over to her and mum began chewing out Sirius. Carmen looked at Harry who was smiling almost at Sirius' playfulness, though you could still tell something was bothering him; she rested a hand on his shoulder and bent down towards Harry, "Everything's going to be alright, Harry, you know that right?" If I didn't know better I'd say the Aurrors and Caroline could read minds like Moody. Harry shook his head lightly. Carmen set her eyes firmly on his, "We are going to make everything alright," she smiled, "soon enough Sirius will be cleared, you and Dumbledore will no longer be discredited, and you will be perfectly happy living with Sirius." She ruffled his hair, "We're going to do our best, Harry." She smiled and stood and began talking to Tonks. Some how I believed there was more than one mistake in her theory, though I knew she was trying her best to be optomistic for Harry's sake I knew she was as troubled as us all by the situations and knew what it would take for everything she said to happen to happen but I didn't notice it made Harry happier which I supposed is all worth the while.
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