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caelhinn · 23 days ago
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not so berry : the yellow. a residential lot by caelhinn
growing up you never had a close relationship with your mother and spent the majority of your time alone in your room obsessing over space. you just really love space. you’ll do whatever it takes to get to sixam no matter the cost. (x)
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marked as residential
§90,995 ; cc-free  
two (2) bedrooms ; two (2) bathrooms
30x20 ; located in oasis springs
place with bb.moveobjects on ⚠️
@s4-builds @maxismatchccworld
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writing-is-a-martial-art · 5 months ago
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The next CLH short is almost finished! Lots of new characters in this one, and it's the longest one yet at almost 6k. If everything goes well, you'll get it tomorrow :D
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justalarryblog · 4 months ago
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I was tagged by my beautiful wifey @whatevertearsyou and the amazing @thedevilinmybrain. Sorry taking long time to do it! (I'm using the excuse I'm angry bc of Harry to do this lmao) Thank you so much, babes!😘💗
✨ Tag 9 people to learn more about their interests!
I'm tagging: @theyareloudandproud @larrysballetslippers @larentsbr @chrisltomlinson @halosanchor @justmybeautifulthings@skyyneverlookedsoblue @littleprincepleasdontgo @bluecolouredlou
MUSIC
fav genre? Pop, Rock/pop, MPB, alternative/pop, indie...
fav artist? Rob Thomas/Matchbox 20
fav song? I have tons! hahaha
most listened song recently? Insane by Black Gryph0n
song currently stuck in your head? Say What You Want by Texas (I was talking about my fic to a friend and I told them I wrote almost the whole thing listening to this song so now... lol)
5 fav lyrics?
"I will sing to you everyday, if it will take away the pain" "The person that you'd take a bullet for, is behind the trigger" Miss Missing You - FOB
"When they all make you feel like you're a problem girl remember you're no problem at all" Problem Girl - Rob Thomas
"Maybe you and me got lost somewhere we can't move on and we can't stay here, maybe we've just had enough, well, maybe we ain't meant for this love" Mockingbird - Rob Thomas
"If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to and I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd 'cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud and I know that you'll use them, however you want to" Breathe (2am) - Anna Nalick
Mirrors - Niall Horan (the whole lyrics hits close to home tbh lol)
radio or your own playlist | solo artists or bands | pop or indie | loud or silent volume I slow or fast songs | music video or lyrics video | speakers or headset | riding a bus in silence or while listening to music | driving in silence or with radio on
BOOKS
fav book genre? Fantasy, sci-fi, romance (preferably all lgbt content)
fav writer? Mmmm I remember I enjoyed a lot C.S. Pacat's writing, but I don't have a fave fave writer.
fav book? The Mists of Avalon
fav book series? Harry Potter, His Dark Materials, Captive Prince.
comfort book? I have comfort fic, does it work? haha (CLH and The Murmur of Yearning)
perfect book to read on a rainy day? His Dark Materials
fav characters? Balthamos and Baruch.
5 quotes from your fav book that you know by heart?
I have a bad memory, can't help with that! hahahahaha
hardcover or paperback | buy or rent | standalone novels or book series | ebook or physical copy | reading at night or during the day | reading at home or in nature | listening to music while reading or reading in silence | reading in order or reading the ending first | reliable or unreliable narrator (never paid attention to this) | realism or fantasy | one or multiple POVS | judging by the covers or by the summary | rereading or reading just once
TV AND MOVIES
fav tv/movie genre? Fantasy, science fiction, adventure, superhero,  drama
fav movie? LOTR
comfort movie? LOTR and Harry Potter
movie you watch every year? LOTR and Harry Potter (a bit obsessive I know lmao)
fav tv show? His Dark Materials, Dark, The OA
comfort tv show? The OA
most rewatched tv show? His Dark Materials, Dark
ultimate otp? I don't think I have...?
5 fav characters? Thor, Dean, Mrs Coulter, Lee Scoresby, Iorek Byrnisson, Claudia...
tv shows or movies | short seasons (8-13 episodes) or full seasons (22 episodes or more) | one episode a week or binging | one season or multiple seasons | one part or saga | half hour or one hour long episodes | subtitles on or off | rewatching or watching just once | downloads or watches online
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moonlit-imagines · a year ago
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Pinball Wizard
Scott Lang x reader
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prompt: anonymous: “Can I please request a song drabble with Scott Lang + Pinball Wizard by The Who? Thank you so much! I love your writing btw!”//Pinball Wizard - The Who
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The local arcade was always dead on a Monday afternoon, that’s why it was your favorite time to go. There was no one at the pinball machine, and therefore, no one to interrupt you.
Except there was someone at the only functioning pinball machine there. A middle-aged fellow who, upon closer inspection, had scored more than twice the high score on that machine. How?! You walked up next to him and watched him at work.
“How long have you been playing?” You asked, watching multiple pinballs fly across the multicolored board, lights flashing all around the place. A Pepsi cup sitting on the glass.
“Uh, how long has this place been open for?” He asked while calmly slapping buttons on either side of the machine. You checked the time on your phone.
“About four hours.” You replied.
“About four hours.” He answered your question. “Hey, do you mind grabbing that soda cup for me? I’m starting to get thirsty.”
“Yeah, no problem.” You grabbed the condensation-covered cup and lifted the red straw to his lips so he could take a sip, but he made a disgusted face when he tasted the beverage.
“Ugh, it’s watered down.” He frowned without looking away from the pinball machine.
“Well, Pinball Wizard, I can get you a new one if you want? A reward for beating my high score.” You chuckled and watched his eyebrows raise is suprise without looking at you.
“No way! You’re ‘CLH?’” The pinball master gasped.
“‘Cali’s Last Hope.’” You defined the high score abbreviation. “But you can call me y/n.”
“Well, I’m Scott, but you can still call me ‘Pinball Wizard.’” He joked while still killing it on that pinball machine. “And I’ll take that reward, thank you very much. Pepsi, please?”
“One Pepsi, coming up.” You tapped your hand once on the glass and walked over to the concession stand to get a large soft drink for Scott. Plus some gummy worms for you, you needed to snack while you watched the show. As soon as you got back to the game, you lifted the fresh cup near Scott’s face so he could get a sip.
“Ah, much better.” He sighed. “You know, y/n, we have a lot in common, pinball-wise. Let’s say you and me share a soft pretzel after I finish up this game?”
“I could never pass up a date with the Pinball Wizard...”
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phoenixrisesoncemore · a year ago
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But Whose Deontology?
The Untamed: three-fifths mark
OK, @thearrogantemu​ I finally had a chance to look at a non-work screen for long enough to watch some more Untamed; through episode 30 now! Oh boy. Spoilers for anyone who isn’t this far yet below the cut:
I feel like this show didn’t exactly *hide* that it was interested in poking holes in everyone’s moral system, but it did spend a lot of time... not distracting us, really, but using the other assorted comical, tender, and otherwise emotional aspects of the show to deepen our investment in these characters’ lives and choices before it started really making its moves. I suspect it wouldn’t have had the same effect otherwise.
The long run up is a pacing I’m quite the fan of from almost three decades of JRPGs that start out as light-hearted adventures about teenage angst only to turn into philosophical ruminations on God and the nature of the universe (see my favorite example: Xenogears). Even The Lord of the Rings does something... similar, albeit not intentionally on the part of the author. It’s actually one of my favorite “tropes” in storytelling: the tone shift—the moment the light-hearted and comfortingly simple reveals itself to be something much wider and deeper and which will leave you unsettled in its wake.(1)
I’m really quite impressed with Xiao Zhan and Wang Yibo. Xiao Zhan manages to believably play the process of aging from arrogant and ornery but innocent and lovable “student” in Cloud Recesses, to the (still arrogant and ornery but lovable) rebellious “hero” during the Wen indoctrination, to the (still arrogant but lovable) young man forced to grow up too fast when his adoptive parents are killed, to the Master of Demonic Cultivation and head of The World’s Most Wholesome Farming Co-op (why cultivate only demons when you can cultivate turnips, too!?).(2) And he manages to play it all as believably the same character, always deeply expressive but also somehow... authentic... even when he is putting on a show: his play-acted irresponsible argumentativeness with Wen Qing; his self-infantilization whenever he wants Yanli to mother him. The latter would be laughable if we were to take it as entirely straight-faced—he knows he is playing childish, and he knows that she knows, even if he does legitimately want to be mothered. Jiang Cheng on the other hand seems to never handle the reality of Wei Wuxian as well as Wei Wuxian handles the reality of Jiang Cheng...
I understand there was some criticism of Yibo’s perceived lack of expressiveness when the show first came out, but I think he’s doing a fantastic job portraying a deeply stoic character whose emotional turmoil is buried under mountains of learned and self-enforced composure. It’s not like he’s missing beats; he’s responding, it’s just subtle. He’s responsible for two of my favorite moments so far: when he first smiles ever so slightly when he sees the lantern Wuxian has made him with the rabbit drawing(3) and the scene of him kneeling in the snow as punishment. I don’t know if it’s the lighting or the fact that it’s one of the few times he’s not carrying tension in his eyebrows, but he looks SO YOUNG in that shot. Honestly, he looks more AT PEACE in that shot than I think he does at almost any other time in the show so far. It feels to me like, in that moment, he has no regrets either about what he did nor about the fact that he should have to atone for it. Like he has internalized some sense that both things are right and can exist in tension. The weird effect of this growth next to Wei Wuxian’s feels like watching one of the two grow older (Wuxian) while the other grows younger (Wangji).
Now, I’m a sucker for every last story where two highly disparate-seeming people move from from some variation of dislike (either on the part of one or both) to friendship to, sometimes, something more (no, no BL here, none at all *looks the other way*). Certainly Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have very different personalities. Wei Wuxian has little regard for rules, authority, tradition, taboos, or social etiquette: he uses Lan Wangji’s ming(4) almost as soon as he meets him! The way he interacts with objects and spaces (and personal space!) shows his lack of reverence/respect for the people and things others expect him to have reverence for. He has no problem questioning what everyone else seems to see as obvious up to the point of outright suggesting the use of dark magic. Because...well, why not?? Because “they said so?”
It’s not that he doesn’t KNOW the rules. Another of my absolute favorite moments is during the Wen indoctrination when Wei Wuxian starts reciting not the Wen clan principles, but the Lan clan principles! Sure, he lacks the expected respect for sources of authority be they personal or ideological, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t KNOW them. He’s obviously naturally talented, gifted, a fast learner, curious, but also—and crucially—he has a very strong moral compass! He does not tolerate bullies, especially when they turn their attention to the vulnerable, like Wen Chao.(5) Yanli notes that their father always favors those with moral integrity and who does he favor? Wei Wuxian.
And this is where he and Lan Wangji are more alike than Wangji initially thinks, and why I love that moment, just after they release the lanterns, when you see, just for a second, the surprise on his face at the content of Wei Wuxian’s prayer: that he always be able to “stand with justice and live with no regrets.” It is, I imagine, the moment when it really hits Wangji that this rebel he finds himself irrationally attracted to truly is *good* despite the fact that he shows no outward signs of respecting the same sources of moral authority Wangji does.
So what is the main difference? Where the rules come from. Who makes the rules? Both of them are pretty sure they know.
Lan Wangji gets his moment to present his source just after their rooftop duel when he catches Wei Wuxian drinking: the Lan Clan principles chiseled right into stone. All 3000 of them. Interestingly, even though Wei Wuxian can and does memorize the code and seems perfectly happy with the notion of moral principles in general, I’ll wager a guess that he is confused by the very idea that a moral code would be so strict and unchanging and inflexible that it could be chiseled into stone *in the first place* or that it would *need to be memorized*. Surely you’d just...”know?” Besides, morality is too contextual to treat this way surely?
As a CLH (Confirmed Lifelong Heretic) my sympathies admittedly lie more with Wei Wuxian than Lan Wangji. It’s not that traditional codes of ethics and conduct are bad things. These are the things that provide stability across entire cultures and peoples. If they’re written in stone, at least that means they’re something everyone has a greater chance of pointing to and agreeing on.(7) And just as Lan Wangji has to learn that there are moral codes that aren’t written in stone and that individual minds can have very clear senses of right and wrong outside of group structures, Wei Wuxian has to learn to temper his arrogance—that his actions, for however right he *thinks* they are, can and do have consequences he would not intend for those he loves, as when he stops himself from calling to Wangji during the hunt. I have a feeling he’s going to be learning more...
Then there’s that whole conversation from ep. 29 as Lan Wangji prepares to leave the burial mounds which is just full of whammies (set, naturally, against the exceedingly domestic reality of the community as a whole and their exceedingly sweet interactions with a-Yuan). Wei Wuxian says: “But let yourself be the judge of what is right and what is wrong, leave others’ comments aside, and care little about gain and loss. What I should do. I know it very well. I believe that I’ll be able to control it well.” And then there’s that moment where you can actually feel Lan Wangji’s heart drop into the pit of his stomach as he presses his eyes closed.
This is the reverse of the moment when Wangji directed Wuxian’s attention to the list of Lan clan principles, so solid they are written in stone.(8)
Then there is that wonderful bit about their respective paths—Lan Wangji’s path vs. Wei Wuxian’s path: the wide avenue vs the one-log bridge. I assume this is a literal translation of the Mandarin. Is it an idiom? If so, I may mangle its meaning terribly and for that I am sorry. But it seems to me that a wide avenue is safe, easy, populated; a single-log bridge is comparatively dangerous and only one person can walk it. Which seems a pretty good metaphor for the differences in whose rule-book each of the leads chooses. Not to mention, with my Western ears, it sounds a WHOLE lot like a “straight and narrow path.” Interesting then, that it is The Master of Demonic Cultivation who is choosing it, while Lan Wangji—with his brightness and discipline and clarity—is following the “easy” way.
So, there it is: whose deontology is the right one? How do you choose?
It’s the epistemological aspect of the question of ethics that Newbigin gets right in that quote I posted the other day. Honestly, I disagree with a great deal (like, a lot) of what Newbigin says in that book, and I think he spends far too much time running himself in ever tighter Calvinist circles, (not to mention I have little interest in missiology and am highly skeptical of evangelism). But! I appreciate that he does, at least, recognize the danger of believing we have insulated ourselves completely from uncertainty or of expecting that certainty is even a thing possible to achieve.
But where do we choose to anchor our axioms? And why? Whose deontology is the right deontology? The rules written on parchment and stone? Or the rules written on our souls? Remembering, of course, that both are fallible. 16 years in the future, will the two leads have changed their minds at all?
And now with any luck, I’ll have a free weekend in which to watch the last 20 episodes, assuming no one wants me to do adult things like house cleaning or completing design projects people are paying me for.(10)
Like how Tolkien switches register from the low and comedic to the high and romantic but you’re fully aware it’s all really part of the same story and suddenly, bam!, you recognize that those aspects of life are somehow not able to be disentangled.
OMG is this an intentional play on “cultivation”? Sometimes I can’t tell what might be getting lost in translation, and I’m certainly too ignorant of Chinese culture, mythology, and folklore to really appreciate everything happening in this show, not least of which due to the language barrier.
He is, interestingly, far more moved by it than the drawing Wuxian does of *him* two episodes beforehand—is this merely the result of the progression of their relationship? This is post-cold springs after all.
That took some research to understand!
The main “vulnerable” character that he never seems to swoop in to save is Meng Yao and I wonder if it’s because he can sense something “off” about him. I felt bad for Meng Yao at first but he always put me on edge. Honestly, is there anyone who trusts Meng Yao as far as they can throw him? *looks at Elrond* OK, anyone except Elrond?(6)
Honestly, before I started watching this I saw that one of the characters was being referred to as Elrond and I wondered, going into it, if I’d know which character it was, and then Lan Xichen walked in and I was like “oh, yeah, obviously!” Seriously, what is it about him? Is it his physical appearance? The way he holds himself? His outfit? His pattern of speaking? How is this person so obviously coded “Elrond?”
Except they don’t really. That’s never how it works.
And interestingly, when looking at his name: “Wei Ying,  Ying is his 名, meaning, baby; Wuxian is his 字, it comes from an ancient prose “喜乐无羡赏,忿怒无羡刑”, which means when you’re delighted don’t reward without restraint,  when you’re angry don’t punish without restraint. Wuxian here means exercise your power reasonably.”(9)
The richness of the world in this show really appeals to me as does the carefully choreographed costume design, productions design, and cinematography (seriously, everyone needs to dress like this all the time; end of story; I have spoken). There have been some amazing shots that I can only assume are drone footage that have been ADRed?
20 years in and adulthood still sucks. 0 of 5 stars. Would not recommend.
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tsunflowers · a year ago
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im out at the clh there are a lot of gooses
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halothenthehorns · a year ago
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THE ROGUE BLUDGER
THE ROGUE BLUDGER
Clh left me a comment about how they felt about how I portrayed House Elf's, and Sirius' attitude on the matter during the second book. First things first, I've never read JK's opinion on the matter, so if someone would point me to a sight where I could read that I will enjoy it as much as any other HP related thing. Mostly though, I don't see how Sirius' reaction is too far from how Ron acts. I don't mean for Sirius to come across hating the whole species, and his reasons for hating Dobby were pretty justified. You guys have yet to see him around any other elf. Plus the bit where he said his parents hurt Kreacher I don't find too out there, it's not unreasonable to think Sirius has seen them do that to Kreacher for one reason or another. I'll go more into details on this during the fourth book, just felt like addressing that now.
HPHPHP
Remus was happy to read the next chapter, wanting dearly to see if Hermione could pull off such an advanced potion, and ignoring Sirius and James protest as they complained they still didn't get to have their 'Smarts Debate.' Honestly, Hermione would win that easily anyways.
The narration begins by talking about Lockhart's classes, explaining that he hadn't done anything with live animals since the disastrous pixie incident.
"Thank Merlin," Remus huffed, "or something far worse could happen."
Apparently all he had been doing was reading from his books,
"So basically torture sessions, of unrealistic proportions," James summarized.
and acting out the most action packed parts for the class. He always called on Harry to work as his second for these,
"Why?" All five of them groaned.
and Harry had no choice but to do as told. So far he'd played several embarrassing parts,
"Dumb, dumber, and dumbest," Sirius huffed, the more he heard about this guy the more annoying it got!
and today he was being instructed on how to act as a werewolf.
"Did you at least do the thing properly," James asked, while grinning over at Remus who refused to look up, "you know, spout random facts, be a horrible liar-"
"Have a really bad habit for turning red in the face," Sirius added on.
"Knock it off," Remus snapped, still without looking up. Harry and Lily could see why, since the little of his face they could see had long since turned bright red at his friends teasing. Remus knew he would never understand why his friends joked about something like this, it was a serious problem that shouldn't be taken lightly, but he had never stopped them with any real force either. Their joking simply meant they liked him enough to mess with him, something he had never thought possible in his younger years.
Still chuckling at their antics, Harry corrected them, "No, I had 'turned' into an actual werewolf at the time, fur and fangs and stuff."
Remus gave Harry a puzzled look and then read on a bit curiously.
Harry would have refused to do it, if he hadn't had a reason for keeping on Lockhart's good side.
"Did you try refusing to do it the other three times?" Lily asked.
"Yes," Harry muttered, it hadn't worked any of those times though because then Lockhart had launched into a detailed account, reading word for word. Harry had decided to do it simply to make the man shut up. At least playing those dumb roles had made the process go by quicker.
The teacher was currently instructing Harry to give a good long howl, while Lockhart went on about how despite whether the students believe it or not, he'd slammed the werewolf to the floor,
"Actually, I don't believe that," James said, quirking a brow. Had this man ever even seen a fully grown werewolf? They weren't the kind of thing you could 'slam' into the ground without getting your head bit off.
and had used only one hand to hold him down,
"Definitely don't believe that," Sirius cackled.
while pulling out his wand with the other and performing the Homorphus Charm.
"What good would that do?" James asked, "That's a charm used to restore Transfigured objects back to their original form. It's most common use is on Animagus' when they get stuck for some
reason. It wouldn't work on a werewolf though."
"Why do you know that?" Lily asked, noting his 'most common use' mostly.
"We had to learn it," Sirius shrugged, "for all the times we screwed up our Animagus practice. Came in handy a few times afterwards as well."
Then he told Harry to start moaning, as if in pain, and how the werewolf had shrunk back down to its human form.
"And people believed that," Lily scoffed in disgust. "If it was that easy, werewolves wouldn't even be classified as dangerous. They'd be a class three!"
Harry looked puzzled, not understanding the classification thing, but then Remus said bitterly, "I wish it was that easy," and then kept reading before anyone could comment.
Ending his tale with how he'd saved the village from monthly attacks!
"Really, I want to know how his books are sold without being found in the fictional section," James demanded. "People can't really believe he did that!"
Harry shrugged, he had no answer for that, but he certainly didn't believe it.
The class was dismissed and Lockhart took to his feet,
"Wait, he actually slammed you to the ground!" Remus asked, not having interpreted that from his prattling.
Harry nodded, saying, "more like he pushed me, then he waved his wand in my face a lot, but he didn't let the 'crowd' lose full sight of him, he stayed on his knees in front of the desk. I fell back behind the desk, happily out of the way. Only time I can remember not being afraid of someone's wand in my face." He finished grinning wickedly.
and told them their homework was to write a poem of his defeat of the Werewolf. He'd give a signed copy of his autobiography to the best one.
All five of them looked disgusted that this was even counted as a homework assignment, let alone the horrid prize.
Harry wasn't pleased, but he stuck around after class along with his friends, Hermione clutching a piece of paper.
"Oh," James said, "so when Ron said the teacher would have to be really thick, he meant literally."
"Here I thought they were going to try and pull one over on McGonagall," Sirius sounded as surprised as his friend, "now all they have to do is just walk up to him, give him a cheap
compliment, and they'll be done with it."
"I'm kind of disappointed," Remus sighed, "I wanted to see them pull something on McGonagall to."
"That was the most useful thing Lockhart did all year," Harry laughed.
Hermione was blushing and stuttering the whole time she asked him to sign for the book, stating she wanted it for some extra research.
Lily sighed in both disappointment and disgust, saying, "really? She's still star struck?"
"This is the girl that's about to do a sixth year potion?" James asked in disbelief.
Harry shrugged, he had no defense for his friend since he and Ron had seen him as a fraud on the first day.
Lockhart just praised her for having read his book, asking if she'd liked that one the best? Hermione agreed, saying he was very creative indeed when he'd used a tea strainer to catch a ghoul.
"What on earth?" Remus spluttered in disbelief.
"Doesn't Ron have a ghoul in his attic?" James asked, "I think I'd like to borrow that."
"It might not be there yet," Lily reminded them, not necessarily knocking the idea.
"I'd really like to hear that full story," Sirius said eagerly, "if the wizard populace fell for that, maybe I could use it next time I go to the Leaky Cauldron."
Remus snorted in disgust, not doubting his friend would do this one bit.
Lockhart pulled out a huge peacock quill to sign for the note, and misread Ron's look of disgust as one of admiration.
"If it's anything like your look," James said to Harry, "then he's even dafter than I thought, and that's saying something."
Harry broke out of his shock at the remembered peacock quill and chuckled at his dad.
He signed away on the book, then turned to Harry and offered him private lessons as he remembered the first game was to be tomorrow.
"Oh come on!" James and Sirius groaned, not believing for one second that match would get pushed off for two or even three more chapters!
"My Quidditch match was awful," James groaned, "I want another go at reading."
"I haven't gotten one at all," Sirius muttered, sulking.
"How do you keep getting the good chapters!" James demanded.
"Just lucky I guess," he grinned.
Then he boasted that he'd been a Seeker for his house team as well,
"Was he really?" Harry asked in disbelief, not believing much of anything from him anymore.
"If he was," Sirius shrugged, "it wasn't while we were there."
"He'd be ah, a fifth year I think," James said, "so if we just so happened to pop by, we could find out."
saying how he could have played professionally,
"Still doubt that," James scoffed.
but would rather he spend his life fighting against the Dark.
"By entertaining them on their long dreary travels with my absurd stories," Remus kept going as if reading that.
Sirius choked and snatched the book away, then smacked his friend with it saying, "Jerk, don't give me false hope that man grew a brain."
Remus took it back, grinning like a fool before really reading.
He told Harry that he'd be glad to give Harry some pointers, he was always happy to help out less able players.
"Less able my arse!" James howled, "Harry could go and play for England now if he damn well pleased."
"Really James," Lily huffed, "I'm not disagreeing with you, Harry is good, but don't encourage him to drop out of school."
James scowl didn't lessen one bit.
Harry gave some non-articulate answer back as he followed after his friends, Ron was griping that the man hadn't even glanced at the book he was signing for.
"Prat," all five of them muttered.
Concluding that he was brainless. Hermione tried to argue back, saying he was anything but!
"First time Hermione's ever been wrong I think," Lily said sadly.
Harry phased them out as they went down to the library and came across the librarian, Madam Pince, who reminded Harry of an unfriendly vulture.
"I am forever turning to you whenever I want to describe someone," Sirius cackled.
She was clearly suspicious of why they would want this book as she tried to take the note away from Hermione, but she clung to it and mentioned how she'd like to keep the paper.
Lily face palmed, muttering something in disgust under her breath.
The boys simply looked more annoyed by Hermione.
Ron convinced her to give it up, reminding her they could get another signature just as easily, as Lockhart would probably sign anything that stood still too long.
"I believe that," James nodded.
Pince eyed the paper with suspicion, clearly looking for a forgery,
"She can," Remus sighed, "I knew a Ravenclaw who mirror imaged Flitwick's signature once, and when Pince did that, she saw it somehow. Kid had detention for a week straight."
"I wonder if that's some kind of magical ability, or..." Lily trailed off, now looking like she wanted to go up there and ask herself.
"Well, we're planning a trip up to the school, you can ask her then," James said.
but the note worked as she came back several minutes later
"Wow, even she doesn't know where every bloody book is in there. Either that, or she had to go all the way in the back," James laughed.
with their requested book. Hermione took it and stowed it away, and the three exited trying to look as unsuspicious as possible.
"You gotten any better at that?" Remus asked, "because the last time you tried that, Snape took away a book."
Harry shrugged and said, "well, no one took that book away, we made it all the way to Myrtle's bathroom anyways."
The trio headed down to Myrtle's bathroom and began scanning through the book, coming across some truly terrible things.
"Why do potions like that exist?" Harry asked in disgust.
"The one about being turned inside out doesn't have a practical use," Lily shrugged, "it's a threat potion more than anything, sometimes given as punishment for a short period of time."
"The ministry is barmy," Sirius muttered, but Lily was ignoring him, and continuing, "the other about the extra limbs sounds like a transformation potion, though since you didn't say the name of it I can only guess at what she could have been turning into."
Harry nodded, slightly agreeing with Sirius.
Hermione found the potion she was looking for, and went looking through the ingredients she would need. There were illustrations of the effects the potion would have,
"Pleasant," Remus shuddered, knowing very well how painful transforming could be.
and Harry really hoped the looks of pain on those people were being exaggerated.
"Nope," Lily said, "it is not a pleasant process at all."
Harry didn't look very pleased about this.
Hermione mentioned how this was the most complex potion she'd ever seen.
"Well duh," James laughed, "it's a sixth year potion!"
Listing off several of the ingredients that were going to be very hard to come by.
"I hadn't thought of that," Lily agreed, having mostly thought of the act, "where did she plan on getting the ingredients."
"I don't think you're going to like the answer," Harry said nervously, he only had a feeling after all, but it wasn't a good one.
One part mentioning some of the person they were going to change into. Ron seemed particularly grossed out by this, claiming he didn't want to put anything of Crabbe's in him, but Hermione ignored the outburst.
"Err, what did she mean?" Harry asked.
"It doesn't have to be toenails," Lily said quickly, as Harry looked a little queasy at the thought, "hair is most commonly used, but any bit of them like that will do."
Harry still looked a little green, but nodded all the same.
Then Ron pointed out that they weren't getting this stuff from the student's cupboards, they'd have to steal it from Snape himself.
All four adults spluttered in disbelief, though the boys for a completely different reason then Lily.
"That's brilliant!" Sirius cackled, James and Remus nodding right along. It was high time that slimeball knew what it felt like to get his stuff taken. Hell they wouldn't be surprised if Snape hadn't stolen from Slughorn to make some of his potions in school.
Lily on the other hand practically screeched, "You're going to steal from a teacher!"
"Mum-" Harry began, but Lily cut him off saying, "No. Last year you bent the rules around a few times, and nearly got killed. Now, you are breaking them in half, and for what? Because you think that Malfoy did it? Even if he was, and he blabs it to your face, what would you do? Go to Dumbledore without proof? Harry no, this is one thing I will not approve of. That's even assuming a second year can make the Polyjuice Potion correctly, without the lot of you being poisoned or, or worse or..." she stuttered off as she realized Harry was looking beseechingly at her, and the other boys were giving her pitting looks.
Lily sighed deeply, took several deep breaths then continued in far calmer tones, "I'm sorry."
Harry smiled at once, clearly holding no grudge. Lily continued, "It's just, I hate that you feel you have to do all of these things. I wish you had someone there who would tell you these things. I wish..." she trailed off, then put another stern look on her face and finished, "but I did mean it. I disapprove. I do acknowledge though that these are things that have already happened, so I promise I won't yell again." Then she paused, hesitated for a moment, and added, "about this particular thing."
Causing all of her boys to burst out laughing, James saying, "I love your fiery temper." She smiled weakly at them, before waving Remus on. He had to get his breath back a bit, but did indeed still read.
Hermione lost her temper at him, snapping that if they were going to act like babies about this,
"Ooh," Sirius said, going a little wide eyed, "Hermione daring the other's into doing this."
"It was her idea in the first place," Remus reminded him.
"What's gotten into her this year?" James asked, bemused.
"She's a muggle-born," Lily said in exasperation, "of course she'd be the most worried about this."
All four boys turned to her in shock, then blushed slightly. They hadn't forgotten exactly, but Hermione was just so smart it was a little easy to forget.
that she could go put this right back! Ron quickly said that he had no problems with the plan, and Hermione returned to the book. Harry asked how long it would take for the potion to happen,
"Not going to answer that Lily," James asked.
"No," Lily said, "I want to see if Hermione knows first. It'll make me feel better."
Hermione estimated about a month.
Lily nodded, looking a might bit better. Had Hermione tried to rush the potion by any shorter amount of time, she would have been even more worried.
Ron was not pleased with that, stating dozens of people could be hurt by then, but when Hermione glared at him all over again, Ron agreed it was the best they could do.
"Ron's gotten much better at that," Sirius chuckled.
Then Ron turned to Harry and told him it would be far easier on everyone if Harry just knocked Malfoy off his broom tomorrow. The next day came up bright and early, the whole of the Gryffindor team at breakfast not looking very happy.
"It's normal to be nervous before any game," James said bracingly, he still had no doubt in his mind Harry and his team would do brilliantly.
Wood convinced them all to go into the locker room for a pep talk before the game, starting by pointing out that Slytherin had better brooms,
"Chipper as always," Remus laughed lightly.
but his team had better people on their brooms!
"Excellent sentiment though," Sirius beamed.
Pointing out that they had trained harder, in all the weathers, with George muttering in agreement that he hadn't been dry for months.
All five of them laughed at that.
Then Wood turned on Harry, telling him the match would come down to him,
"Ouch," Remus winced, "does he pressure you before every match?"
"Seems like," Harry shrugged, "but I don't mind."
to prove that it took more than a rich father to make it in this game.
'Which he should have anyways' James thought, knowing that wasn't anything of use, but he still wanted to be there for Harry in some way more than a vault.
Finishing with Harry had to get the Snitch, or die trying.
Lily sighed in trepidation, that didn't make her feel any better. She also dearly wanted to comment that this boy took a game far too serious, but didn't want to elicit a joke from Sirius, or even get snapped at for saying this.
She had no idea the boys might have agreed with her in that moment.
Spirits raised, the team went onto the field, and at a blow of the whistle, the fourteen players began.
The three boys looked very excited to hear this. They felt like it had been ages since they got to hear about a good game, which didn't involve worrying about Harry dying in the middle of the
match.
Lily still looked wary, Harry's track record in this game hadn't been that good, but she was willing to relax and hear about this.
Harry was the only one looking on edge. They put this down to the pressure he must be feeling, not knowing why Harry would be rubbing his right arm for some reason.
The Chasers began in earnest while Harry began flying around looking for his ball, when a voice called out calling Harry Scarhead.
"Scarhead," Sirius snorted, "I didn't think his insults could actually get worse."
Malfoy chose that moment to shoot past Harry, clearly showing off the speed of his superior model.
"Most likely," Remus grumbled.
Harry chose not to respond as a Bludger came pelting towards his head, and he had to either duck or get his head knocked off.
Lily shivered in disgust, hating that mental image.
George managed a quick praise to Harry for pulling that off while smashing the Bludger away and sending it towards the opposing team, but the black ball swerved in midair, and came pelting straight back towards Harry.
Remus voice grew very confused at the end of that.
"What?" Sirius asked, sure he had heard wrong.
"Err," James began, but he couldn't think of anything to say really.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Harry sighed, rubbing his right arm.
Lily went a little bug eyed, but Remus now read on quickly, knowing by now Harry's bad feelings were usually not wrong.
Harry moved to avoid it, and this time George swung out with his full strength, knocking the ball off course. The Bludger was back again at once.
"One game!" James cried in fury. "I want one bloody Quidditch game that doesn't make me hate the whole bloody sport!"
"Why. Are. You. Being. Chased. By. A. Bludger." Sirius said slowly and distinctly, like he was trying to stop himself from yelling like James.
"I, I've no idea," Harry said miserably, very much wondering the same thing.
Lily put her face in her hands, wanting dearly to cover her ears as well so she didn't have to hear this.
Remus said, "Okay, I officially hate getting Quidditch chapters. Next time Sirius, I'm just going to give it to you anyways."
Sirius didn't look any kind of happy as his friend began in a wobbling voice, the horrid mental image of Sirius being bludgeoned the most prominent thing in his mind.
This time Harry chose to fly away in earnest, wondering why on earth the Bludger was still tailing him. The point of that ball was to go after all of the players, why was it so focused on him? Harry made a path and spotted Fred, and was able to swerve around him as Fred took his turn and pelted the ball with his bat.
"Thank Merlin for the twins," Sirius sighed, "they seemed to have noticed the problem already."
"Had enough practice," James muttered darkly.
Fred's triumph was short lived, as the Bludger continued going after Harry who chose to fly off again.
"Who could tamper with a thing like that?" Lily moaned, her face still in her hands. "I know those are very powerfully charmed. It would take some real magic to pull this stunt off!"
"Thinking it was Lockhart?" Remus asked weakly, "Are we still wondering if he's faking it? I kind of gave up on that after the 'werewolf' incident."
"No, he's still an idiot in my book until proven otherwise," Sirius sighed miserably, "and there's no way Malfoy, or any student for that matter, could be powerful enough to do this."
Stumped and with no leads who could do this, Remus forced himself to continue.
The weather wasn't helping, as thick raindrops started pelting Harry's glasses.
"You didn't put a Repelling charm on them?" James asked distractedly. "That's like the only charm any player's allowed to use, exclusive to the face only of course. Otherwise the rain will blind you."
"No," Harry said, no one had shown him how to do that, perhaps Wood thought he knew how to anyways.
The commentary was continuing below, as Lee announced Slytherin in the lead.
"Well that's just peachy!" Sirius groaned, not even having wondered about the game anymore now that Harry was in real danger of getting hurt. Again!
Harry became all the more frustrated as he realized the Slytherin's brooms were clearly outmatched his own teams. Fred and George were trying their best to help, constantly circling around Harry and taking turns swinging at the cannonball like object, but Harry reflected he'd never find the Snitch as he couldn't see around their flailing arms.
"I don't care," Lily yelped, "you're much safer being surrounded by them!"
The boys nodded in firm agreement, Remus asking, "why hasn't anyone called a timeout yet? Clearly something's wrong."
Harry sighed in defeat, knowing full well no one called this particular game off.
Fred managed to point out that someone had tampered with the Bludger
"Then why wasn't the game canceled," Lily ground out in frustration.
"Because Quidditch isn't canceled, not for anything," James sighed, for once in his life wishing the opposite.
"But it's obvious something's wrong-" Lily still tried, but was cut off by Sirius reminding, "Same was true of Harry's first game and that broom, and no one called it off then, even if they'd been given the chance. Quidditch just isn't cancelled Lily."
She sighed in disappointment, but stopped arguing the point in favor of hearing how Harry survived this.
in between smacking the ball away from Harry's head again. His twin somehow managed to call a timeout at the same time as stopping the Bludger from an impending attack.
"Props for multitasking," Harry laughed, but he was the only one who did.
The message came through, and the Gryffindors got a quick break as Harry and the two Weasleys made it to the ground while still having to avoid the rogue Bludger.
"Did it follow you onto the ground?" James asked.
"No," Harry said, "but it circled around me, like some bird in the air."
All four of them shivered, hating that mental image, and still unable to come up with a person who could do this.
Wood took the opportunity to begin yelling at the twins, pointing out they were losing,
"That's what he's concerned about!" James yelped.
"I'm really starting to dislike this kid," Sirius growled.
"He didn't notice," Harry said quickly, not liking that mean look that was flickering across their faces.
demanding to know where they'd been as the Slytherins had used the other Bludger to knockout Angelina.
"Saving my son's life," Lily hissed, only slightly forgiving the comment because of what Harry said.
The twins protested they'd been above, saving Harry's head! They quickly explained that something must be wrong with the Bludger, and Harry glanced over to see their timeout was already almost over.
"Did anyone else notice?" Remus asked.
"Not really," Harry sighed, "I think they noticed a bit more after this time out, but no one stops this game."
All of them looked beyond angry.
Harry then told his captain to tell the twins to leave him alone, let him handle the messed up ball on his own, making the crack he wouldn't catch it unless it flew up his sleeve.
"Really!" Sirius yelped, "That's your plan! At least let them pretend to do their job!"
Harry shook his head furiously saying, "No, I could handle it. I did handle it! Mostly," he finished lamely at their astounded looks.
"Harry," James said weakly, "a game isn't worth your head being knocked off."
"I know-" Harry tried to butt in, but Lily interrupted first, "If you do, then why are you so insistent about this?"
"I don't want our team to lose another match." Harry said furiously. "I didn't get a chance at the tournament last year, and if we called a time off it would be over for us again! I handled this just fine and," he sucked in a deep breath as he said with confidence, "I won us the match." Finishing
with a horrible wince of pain for having dared to tempt his memories.
The four of them exchanged unhappy looks, but finally admitted there was nothing for it. If he said he could handle it, who were they to argue?
"Least it would be impressive if you pulled off a Plumpton Pass," Sirius muttered without any real emphasis. All of them knew they weren't going to be happy until this nightmare of a game was over.
Fred snapped that Harry was being an idiot, that Bludger was going to come away with his head.
Remus winced as he read that, not liking that mental image repeated.
The rest of the team tried to protest as well, and George then turned on Wood and told him this was his fault! He'd been the one to tell Harry get the Snitch or die trying, and Harry had taken that too literally!
Sirius pursed his lips, dearly wishing to agree, but knowing it might offend Harry. If the determined look on his face was any indication, he made a good call.
Wood relented, and told Harry he could have it his way. Turning to the twins and telling them to leave Harry be for this game.
James muttered mutinously, knowing full well as team captain himself once, he would never have made that call!
The game resumed, and Harry had to resort to some pretty out there methods of avoiding the weighted ball. As it was heavier then Harry, it couldn't turn as easily, so despite the laughing crowd, Harry managed a couple of goofy spins to keep it away from him for the most part.
"I do not see how this is funny!" Lily snapped in disgust.
he knew he must look very stupid,
"At least you're dodging, who cares how it looks," Sirius muttered.
and he couldn't hover for more than a second for fear of getting hit, which he was reminded of every time his hair was gusted as the Bludger missed again.
All four of them shuddered in disgust again, knowing that wasn't going to get any better no matter how many times it was said.
Malfoy of course took the opportunity to mock Harry, saying he looked like he was training for the ballet,
Sirius was far too keyed up to make a comment on that lame joke.
but Harry hardly cared when he noticed what was hovering above the blondes head. While Malfoy sat there laughing at Harry, Harry had spotted the Snitch.
James smiled meanly, feeling a slight bit better at this jerk who was more than likely going to get his comeuppance, and a face full of Bludger if Harry went for it.
Malfoy clearly hadn't seen it himself he was too busy mocking Harry,
"So we were right," James said, trying vainly to change the subject to happier topics, "he's a
rubbish player."
"I'll bet Harry never loses a match against him," Sirius agreed.
and Harry remained frozen in place as he feared if he went for it Malfoy might notice and grab it first. SMACK!
Remus choked, bug eyed as he spat that out.
Harry was rubbing his right arm in remembered pain and said, "It hurt, I'm not going to say it didn't, but it's just a break. Nothing worse than that."
They nodded, taking a deep breath Remus kept going.
Harry had hovered one moment too long, the Bludger had finally landed a hit, and smashed into Harry's elbow.
'I don't think I want Harry on the Quidditch team anymore' Lily thought sadly, though decided to keep that to herself since she thought the boys might get mad at her.
Actually, the other three boys did agree. Harry didn't seem able to go a single game without something life threatening happening, it made him too easy of a target apparently.
Harry's vision nearly blacked out right then from the pain of a broken arm, but his determination won out even as the Bludger came back around for another hit this time going for his face again,
"It didn't hit," Harry reassured at once, when they all looked ashen.
only one thought firmly seared into his brain, get the Snitch.
"Credit for determination anyways," James sighed.
Ignoring his throbbing limb, Harry steered his broom one handed and went for Malfoy, who froze up in fear as he seemed to think Harry was moving to attack him.
"Not a bad idea," Sirius nodded, using this as a distraction from the idea of Harry's arm dangling useless at his side.
Malfoy flew away, and Harry's free hand closed around the tiny golden ball. Now he was left holding onto his broom with nothing but his knees.
Remus stopped here to shake his head in wonder at his cub. "You can now tell people you can catch a Snitch with one arm tied behind your back," he told him.
Sirius smacked him, hard.
"Ouch, what! You two can makes jokes, but I can't!"
"No," Sirius shrugged, "I just really wanted a reason to smack you back for all the times you've done it to me. Taking away my joke was just a good excuse."
Lily smiled indulgently at them, almost envious of their ability to joke around while being equally as worried. Everyone coped in their own way she supposed.
Now there was nothing stopping Harry's broom from going towards the muddy ground below, which Harry never felt as blackness continued coloring his vision.
"How did that work out for you?" Lily asked uneasily.
"I think I lost conscious for a few seconds," Harry shrugged, "I wake back up and it's still raining on me anyways."
Lily nodded, slightly content with that.
Suddenly there was mud all around him, and Harry was only vaguely aware that he still had the Snitch in hand as he waved it around and claimed that they'd won, before passing out.
"I'm going to laugh if that was all just a dream," James chuckled, his son never ceased to amuse him.
"He's had some vivid dreams before," Sirius agreed.
"Hopefully he'll wake up with a teacher over him, waiting to heal his arm," Lily grumbled, still unpleased with the whole scenario even if her son came away perfectly fine.
Harry came back to quick enough, rain still falling on his face, and gleaming teeth above him.
"Oh no," Remus groaned, planting his forehead against the book in genuine pain at what could possibly happen next.
"I didn't mean him!" Lily yelped, "I meant McGonagall!"
"Next time when you're hoping for something, be name specific," James grumbled.
Harry's very first words were 'not him!' The guy just laughed, saying Harry had no idea what he was saying.
"He knows exactly what he's saying," Sirius growled.
"You never seem to though," Remus huffed.
Sirius gave him a confused look, unsure if his friend was making a joke at him or Lockhart, but Remus wasn't going to answer.
It was Lockhart, standing amongst the crowd of Gryffindors as he soothed Harry that he was going to fix his arm.
"No!" All five of them yelped in real fear.
"That moron can't handle a pixie, I don't want to even think what would happen if he tried that!" Lily hissed.
"With any luck, a puff of smoke will escape," Sirius said, "then he'll make up some lame excuse, and prattle Harry's ear off up to the Hospital wing."
Harry was still rubbing his arm in remembrance, he had a bad feeling about this. He knew one thing, his arm stopped hurting after Lockhart's spell. It wasn't for a good reason though.
Harry tried to say he'd rather keep it as it was,
The three boys chuckled weakly.
but he was in so much pain he couldn't move away. He also heard the distinct noise of a camera going off, and shouted out that he didn't want a picture of this Colin!
"Why would you take a photo of that," Lily asked in disgust.
"Kid's going to make a great photographer one of these days," Remus smiled, "he's certainly not squeamish."
"That wasn't my point," Harry huffed.
Lockhart ignored all of this as he pulled out his wand, and Harry still tried to protest as he said he'd much rather go up to the hospital wing.
"Because he's a pompous, big headed, arrogant-" Sirius began, while Lily finally cut him off saying:
"Sirius, I'm sure you can keep going for a year, but I want to hear this."
Wood had been one of the onlookers this whole time, and chose now to pipe up and say that Harry really should get help from the professional, but then turned and praised Harry for his marvelous catch.
"I really hate agreeing with him," James grumbled, thinking Wood was too happy for the circumstances. You could be happy about winning after all of your players were healed up!
Harry spotted Fred and George a ways out, still fighting with the Bludger and trying to force it back into its crate, but the ball was still fighting back.
"Whoever cursed that thing, I'm going to curse them into oblivion," James vowed.
Harry wondered why his automatic reaction was to correct his Dad. Why would he want to defend whoever did this?
Lockhart was ready now, rolling back his green sleeves,
"Jeez, wonder which team he was supporting," Sirius said vaguely.
and pointing his wand at Harry. There was no more chance to stop him, as Harry began to feel an odd sensation from the tips of his fingers all the way to his shoulder.
"That's not the feeling you should have," Lily said, real fear creeping into her as she wondered what this inept idiot had done to her son.
"Wish it had said the spell he tried," Remus muttered, "because I'd like to use it on him."
"He said Brackium Emendo," Harry offered brightly, knowing full well Lockhart deserved whatever his family was thinking up, though still having an issue with remembering why.
"That's, actually a real spell," Lily said in surprise.
"So why isn't the feeling he's having the right one," James said uneasily.
Lily bit her lip before waving Remus on, trying to figure that out herself.
Harry got the odd sensation that his arm was being deflated.
"Well," Lily began again, thinking out loud now, "I know that if you don't have enough magical ability to perform a spell properly it often does the opposite effect. That's why you don't walk in trying to do seventh year spells," Lily explained that part for Harry's benefit, "so if this dolt hasn't built up enough of an ability to perform this spell correctly..." she trailed off, puzzling, "what would be the opposite of mending broken bones?"
"I don't want to find out," James sighed as Remus read on, now a little curious himself, and having an abundance of faith Madame Pomfrey could fix it if, most likely, Lockhart simply broke
the bone further. Then of course, he'd just have to hurt Lockhart all the more for prolonging Harry's pain.
Harry was to terrified to see what had been done to his arm even as the crowd around him gasped in shock and the mad clicking of a camera doubled up.
"That can't be a good sign," Sirius muttered.
His arm didn't hurt anymore,
Lily perked up in surprise, perhaps Harry just had a unique reaction to the spell?
nor did it feel remotely like his arm.
"Not a good sign at all," James agreed.
Lockhart tried to brush it off as Ron and Hermione approached, saying he'd done all he could and they could take him up to the Hospital now to tidy Harry up.
"Tidy him up?" Remus asked, "What does that even mean?"
"Fix his screw up," Harry muttered.
"You remember what happened?" James asked quickly.
"No," Harry sighed, knowing he wasn't going to be able to hold the memory until the book said it, "but I know it wasn't good."
Harry got unsteadily to his feet, feeling oddly off balance. Sucking in a big breath for fear of what he was going to find, Harry finally glanced down at his arm and nearly blacked out again.
"Did he remove your arm or something!" Lily yelped.
Harry opened and closed his mouth several times, but now that he seemed to actually remember what he saw, he didn't seem able to spit it out.
Remus read quickly now.
Hanging from his shoulder was a loose pile of flesh. His fingers wouldn't move, his wrist wouldn't turn, nothing was happening.
There was a muscle twitching in Sirius' jaw as he finally realized what had happened.
Remus looked like he really was going to pass out.
James and Lily refused to react until Remus flat out read.
Harry realized that Lockhart had not in fact fixed Harry's arm, he'd removed all of the bones in it.
"He's dead," James vowed. "He is officially a dead man. He-" he spluttered out, most likely to outraged to finish his sentence.
"What I find most interesting," Remus said threw gritted teeth, "is how he managed to switch those spells! You're supposed to stop making those kinds of mistakes at fourth year, at the latest!"
"What spell did he actually use?" Harry asked.
"It's called Ossio Dispersimus," James said, "only used in the most severe crisis, when the bones can't be mended for some reason or another, and you have to temporarily take them out."
"So they will grow back," Harry said eagerly, his family didn't seem that concerned about this.
"Oh yes," Lily said at once, "take a bit of Skele-Gro, and your bones will come right back."
Harry nodded, then still deciding he was curious, asked, "How would you switch spells like that?"
"It's a rookie mistake," James snorted, "but something that can happen when you start learning spells, and then counterspells. If you aren't concentrating on the spell you're intending to use, you can accidentally cause another spell to happen."
"I'm not surprised," Sirius huffed, "that idiot can't focus on anything but his reflection. He shouldn't be trying any spells!"
"Just proves his incompetence all the more," Harry shrugged, "not that anyone should have
needed it."
Still furious, but calmed slightly by the subsequent discussion, they were all willing to keep going without shouting death threats, for now.
Madam Pomfrey wasn't pleased. She was yelling at the lot of them for not taking Harry to her the moment this had happened, while tossing Harry some spare pj's and telling him he'd have to stay the night. Harry was relieved when she promised she could fix his arm though. Ron had to help him put his shirt on, trying to stuff the rubber mess into a sleeve.
"Ew," Sirius wrinkled up his nose at the mental image.
Ron was yelling at Hermione that how could she stick up for Lockhart now! Hermione pointed out that anyone could make a mistake,
"I've never heard of anyone doing that after the age of sixteen," Remus sniffed, "by that time, any idiot can master the concept of focusing on one spell at a time."
"Can't believe Hermione is still sticking up for him," Lily sighed.
and reminding that it didn't hurt Harry anymore. Harry huffed that it hardly felt like his arm either as it uselessly flopped around at his side.
"Gross," James grumbled.
Madam Pomfrey came back with a bottle of Skele-Gro, telling Harry to drink it up, and warning Harry that regrowing bones was a terrible process.
Now it was Harry's turn to wrinkle up his nose in disgust at the remembered taste of that.
"What did it taste like?" Sirius asked, he'd never known anyone who had to take it.
"Nothing you'd ever tasted before, or wanted again," Harry grumbled.
The Skele-Gro tasted terrible and left a foul taste as it went down Harry's throat. Madam Pomfrey began heading back to her office once he'd finished, muttering furiously about dangerous sports and inept teachers.
"The worst part is, I can't even argue with her this time," Remus sighed.
Ron tried to look on the bright side by pointing out the look that had been on Malfoy's face when they won the match. Hermione asked how on earth he could have done that to the Bludger, and Harry said they could just add it to their list of questions they'd ask when they took the Polyjuice Potion.
"Sorry Harry," Lily sighed, "I just don't see him being able to do that. Those Bludgers are charmed especially so that they can't be tampered with. No student should be able to get past that."
Harry nodded, agreeing with his mom's opinion even without the feeling's reinforcing that she was right.
Then he hoped it at least tasted better than the Skele-Gro.
"Sadly not," James wrinkled his nose in disgust, "I had to take some once, Auror training protocol and all, and it doesn't matter who you change into. The stuff is awful."
"Gee, thanks dad," Harry said.
The rest of the team showed up then with proper drinks and candies to celebrate Harry's victory, George praising Harry on his win as well and telling Harry how he'd seen the Slytherin Captain yelling at Malfoy for not grabbing at the Snitch right above his head.
"With any luck he'll get kicked off the team!" Sirius said brightly, finally finding something good about this match.
Madam Pomfrey came back around then, kicking every one of them out and saying how Harry needed rest. So Harry had nothing to distract himself from the burning pain that was beginning in his boneless arm.
"Her intentions are good, honestly," Remus sighed, "but if I'm ever told to rest again, I really will smack someone."
James and Sirius exchanged smiles, knowing full well they had never indulged in Pomfrey's rules. They had always used James cloak, and snuck down to see Remus, and they wondered if Ron
and Hermione would do the same.
Harry managed to fall into a fitful sleep, and woke several hours later. At first he thought he'd been awoken by the horrible pain in his arm that felt like he was growing his own splinters.
"Ouch," they all muttered, not liking that description one bit.
Then he realized there was someone on his bedside, patting a sponge against his forehead.
"Hermione?" James asked, sounding more confused than confident.
"Why would she be there?" Lily asked.
"Because these two knuckleheads were thinking Harry's friends would sneak in to see him," Remus offered, "but I think Hermione doing that is a little odd."
"I think it just proves all the more how much she likes Harry," Sirius snipped, giving Harry a look he didn't understand one bit. Of course Hermione liked him, they were friends.
Harry snapped for whoever to stop it, then he recognized Dobby.
"Dobby!" They yelped in surprise. "What's he doing there?" Remus added on.
"What's he doing there?" James repeated when Harry looked uneasily around the room, his dad's voice coming out between gritted teeth as he guessed what Harry was thinking now.
"Ah, why are you asking me," he finally said, "I've no idea."
All four of them grumbled a bit, having a really bad feeling about this. The last time Dobby had been around, it hadn't been very pleasant, and they were just as weary this time.
The house-elf was obviously distraught, watching Harry with tears leaking out of his eyes.
"Wait," Sirius said, "so does that mean, did Dobby have something to do with paralyzing Mrs. Norris?"
"What makes you think that?" James asked.
"He's trying to scare Harry into leaving, I'm wondering if he might have pulled that stunt to keep that going," Sirius shrugged.
"No," Remus said, going a little pale, "but you're on the right track, I think. What if Dobby was trying to scare Harry away from the school because he knew something like this might happen."
"A house-elf knew a cat would be paralyzed?" James asked in disbelief.
"It's not out of the realm of possibilities," Lily agreed with Remus.
"Well then who paralyzed the cat, and is making Harry hear a voice," Sirius asked, throwing his hands up in frustration. They were pretty well into this book by now, and still had no real suspect.
All five of them sighed, letting it go for now.
Dobby was scolding Harry for having come to school, how he was still in danger and why hadn't Harry just given up when he missed the train?
"Well, guess I was right," Remus sighed, not looking very happy.
"Yes, yes, that does tend to happen sometimes," Sirius scoffed.
"Now I just want to know if I was right about why he did," Remus huffed, ignoring Sirius so that he could read.
Harry pushed Dobby's hand, and the sponge, away as he heaved himself upright.
"That's kind of creepy," James muttered, finding it much less endearing than a girl that was a friend of Harry's.
"It's like he adopted Harry," Sirius nodded. "If Dobby didn't have a family of his own, and Harry was of age, Harry could possibly bind Dobby to his family line."
"Is that really how it works?" Lily asked.
"It's more complicated than just saying it," Sirius smirked at her, "but something along those lines."
Lily huffed, unable to decide if he was being sarcastic, and none of the boys were helping.
Harry demanded to know if Dobby had really been the one to block him and Ron!
"How?" Lily asked in disbelief, "Exactly how powerful are house-elves?"
"Very," Sirius said with a straight face, "they're probably the most powerful magical creature that exist, which is why they were enslaved by wizards so many years ago."
"How were they enslaved if they're so powerful?" Harry asked.
"That's a long, really ugly history on the wizard part," Remus said, "we'll try and explain that later."
Harry nodded in content for now.
Dobby agreed it was him. He'd been so stunned to hear that Harry had still made it to school he'd messed up on one of his chores and forced to iron his own hands.
Lily winced in sympathy for the poor thing all over again, though honestly thinking she was still annoyed at him being the cause of all of Harry's problems this year.
Dobby said he didn't care though, saying how he thought it was worth it because surely Harry didn't have another way to get to school.
"Also proves my earlier point," James nodded, "he clearly has no idea how things work if he thought the train was the only way to get to school."
Dobby had been so surprised to hear Harry was at Hogwarts he'd burnt his master's dinner, and received his worst ever thrashing.
Lily's lower lip quivered in real pain for this creature now, saying, "I feel like an arse. How are there not laws in place to prevent this kind of thing?"
"It's not your fault Lily," James said at once, "exactly how many people are involved in that type of thing, and none of them have said a word either."
"Besides," Sirius shrugged, "I doubt there's anything you could do. Pass as many laws as you like, house-elves belong to their owners. You can't control the way they're treated."
Lily fired up at once, snapping, "Like you can't control the way people treat animals, or their own children! There are laws to prevent that kind of abuse! You see house-elves as less than them!"
Sirius' superior look faltered for the first time. He disagreed with nearly every aspect of his parent's life, but the one thing he'd never had a problem with was their treatment of Kreacher. He was a vile thing, hateful and spiteful to the extreme, to him anyways. So whenever he saw him being punished, never bothering to learn the reasons, he'd had no problems. Never having met any other house-elves besides the ones at Hogwarts, who he'd given about as much attention as the ghosts into their free time outside of politely giving him food, he had no reason to think otherwise about the species as a whole.
Dobby certainly hadn't changed his mind so far, he was being an absolute arse trying to keep Harry out of school. Now, at Lily's words, he suddenly thought of Harry at Privet Drive again, no
one taking the time to care what happened to him. Harry had tried comparing his life to Dobby's and Sirius had scoffed at the idea, there couldn't be any similarities, right?
He shook off his feelings and snapped at Remus to keep going, ignoring the curious looks from everyone else at what exactly had him quiet for so long.
Harry was more exasperated than anything as he told Dobby he'd better get lost before he got both arms back, or he'd probably strangle Dobby himself. Dobby said he was used to death threats, he got them frequently enough at home, then he blew his nose on a bit of his pillowcase.
"Wow, I kind of forgive him," Remus said sadly, "this is just sad."
James and Lily both nodded, Sirius crossed his arms and said nothing. Surely the elf was just trying to get Harry to pity him.
Harry asked why Dobby even wore that, and Dobby said it was a mark of being a house-elf, not being allowed to wear clothes. Dobby could only be freed from his slavery if masters gave him clothes, and they were very careful never to pass Dobby so much as a sock.
Harry went a little cross eyed for a moment, hating that feeling of significance that was gone as soon as he tried to understand why.
Dobby changed the subject then, saying he'd been sure his Bludger,
"His Bludger!" Sirius roared, "he tried to break your head open!"
"Sirius, you said you wouldn't add him to your kill list," Harry said weakly, "whatever he did remember? Dobby's got the right intentions...I think."
This calmed the others, slightly. They were still angry, but they had promised not to take it out on Dobby. He must have a reason for this if Harry said so.
Sirius though, was still furious. He'd only agreed to that because he thought Dobby wouldn't make another appearance, that his worst thing he'd done was make Harry's life even more miserable at the Dursley's, more than enough reason to warrant his fury, but he had given Harry the benefit of the doubt in pitying the creature. Besides, it not being his house-elf, he couldn't do anything about it anyways. Now, he was determined to find out whose elf this was, and silently planning on doing something to the stupid little thing. Maybe not kill him, he'd keep that promise, but he would never take anything threatening his godson's life without taking revenge back.
and Harry cut him off in outrage, demanding to know why Dobby wanted him dead! Dobby corrected he didn't want to kill him,
Dobby corrected he didn't want to kill him,
"What did he think was going to happen when he aimed a weighted ball at your head?" Remus demanded.
"Err," Harry said lamely, he had no response for that.
he only wanted to save his life. Better to go home with an injury,
"So he intended to send you home limbless!" James yelped in disgust.
"I don't care what the elf thinks," Lily huffed, "if you couldn't be helped at the school, you would have been sent to Saint Mungo's, healed there, and then come back to school."
"Like Dad said," Harry shrugged, "Dobby doesn't know how this stuff works."
"That's getting old," James muttered.
then to remain at school. Harry snapped that Dobby needed to tell him why Harry was in such danger.
"If he answers that, I actually will forgive him," Remus huffed in agitation. Clearly Dobby knew something he wasn't telling.
Dobby moaned that he still couldn't, but it was dangerous here! Harry was too important to be lost that way, as he still stood for so much good. How his kind had been treated so much better since the fall of You-Know-Who. Something terrible was happening at school now though, and it involved He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
"Why would that be?" James asked curiously, "people would treat their house-elf's the same without Voldemort being around."
"More of Dobby not having a clue what's going on," Sirius muttered in disgust.
Lily gave him a scathing look. She had thought she'd seen, for just a moment, something pass across his face. Now it was gone, and he looked as surely as any other time elves were mentioned.
Now that the Chamber had been opened again, terrible things were set to happen.
"Once more?" James asked in surprise. "When was it opened before?"
"I've never heard of that," Sirius agreed.
"Wish we had," Remus sighed, "we might have gotten more clues where it is."
"Are you lot crazy?" Lily yelped in disgust, "the 'monster' that's supposedly in there doesn't bother you!"
"Nah," Sirius said, "that's probably just fake, to scare people away from finding it. Slytherin might have hide something really valuable there, and I want to know what."
"So here's hoping Harry might find it," James said, going bright eyed for a moment.
"I want to slap all of you," she sighed, rubbing at her own temple. Harry fought back the urge to agree with his mother.
Dobby froze up as he realized he'd said too much, and he picked up Harry's cup and began cracking himself over the head with it as he scolded himself.
"This elf is weird," James said, "I don't get why that was a secret."
"Well, since we didn't know about it, I'd say it isn't widely known," Sirius shrugged.
"Wonder what happened before," Remus said thoughtfully.
Harry quickly took the cup back and tried to argue that what did this have to do with him? He wasn't even muggle-born, why was he in danger?
"That's another good point," Lily nodded, "his statues, should protect him. Why is Dobby so freaked over Harry in particular?"
"No good reason," Harry sighed.
Dobby pleaded with Harry to stop asking questions, just to please leave. Harry refused, wanting to know who had opened it before, who had done it now? Dobby still insisted he couldn't say.
"So he knows then," Remus said, raising a brow in surprise.
"Geez, I really want to know who Dobby's owner is," Sirius said, ulterior motives aside, he just knew that this elf's owner would somehow be important for Dobby to be knowing all of this.
Dobby froze up then, and Harry heard why. Footsteps were headed up, and Dobby took the chance to disappear again. Harry quickly curled back up in his bed to feign sleep as the door opened.
"Probably for the best," Lily said sadly, "he clearly couldn't tell you anything, or if he let something slip out he beat the crap out of himself."
"Here's hoping he doesn't come back," Sirius muttered.
Dumbledore came in backwards, looking like he was carrying some stone figure by its feet,
Remus stopped right there, glancing up briefly at the others who all looked as scared as he felt.
"A statue," Lily whimpered, "like a human sized statue?"
Harry nodded dumbly, knowing full well he wasn't going to like what Remus was fixing to read.
"Please tell me it was Lockhart," Sirius said weakly.
Remus sucked in a deep breath before reading.
and McGonagall quickly followed with the head. They laid it gently on the nearest bed while McGonagall tore off to go and get Madam Pomfrey. She returned demanding to know what had happened, and Dumbledore explained that Minerva had found him on the stairs.
"Him?" Lily yelped.
"On the stairs?" James said with unease, "It wasn't Ron was it?"
"No," Harry said with confidence.
"Stop interrupting me," Remus huffed, "I want to know who it is."
The married couple went silent at the rebuke.
McGonagall said how she'd found some food next to him, and theorized he had probably been on his way up here to visit Harry.
All five of them shivered in disgust, hoping dearly McGonagall was wrong.
Harry took a chance and glanced over to see it was Colin.
"Bloody hell," Sirius groaned.
"That poor kid," Lily whispered.
"Who would attack him though?" Remus asked, running one hand through his hair in frustration, "everyone hates Mrs. Norris and Filch, but who has a grudge against a first year?"
"Maybe it's random?" James offered.
"Or it really is someone against muggle-borns," Sirius said, fidgeting a bit and hoping he was wrong.
"You still can't tell a muggle-born just by looking at them," James disagreed, "so unless someone knew Colin, that shouldn't matter."
"I still want to know how!" Remus asked when it appeared they still had no new leads on the first question. "The only thing that can petrify people like that is a gorgon. I refuse to believe one is getting in and out of that school without being noticed."
They all sighed as they realized, despite a new victim, they had no more answers than before, and in fact more questions.
"My question is, what's the point?" James grumbled, "this can't all just be to scare the students. There must be an endgame to this."
"Let us know if you figure it out," Harry said miserably.
He was as petrified as Mrs. Norris had been a look of great shock on his face, barely visible underneath the camera he was holding against his eye. McGonagall was muttering in relief that it was just lucky Dumbledore had been on his way to get something to drink.
"I thought Dumbledore said McGonagall found him on the stairs?" Sirius asked, trying to distract himself again, "what, did she really fear she couldn't handle whatever on her own."
"Would you want to handle this on your own?" Remus shuddered.
"Do gorgons eat people or something?" Harry asked.
"They're not known to," Remus shook his head, "they're not categorized as beasts anyways. They haven't been known to make any appearance at any congregation of our kind, so very little is known about their habits."
"They're found in Greece," Sirius added, "there's never even been a sighting of them here."
Dumbledore made to remove his camera, and McGonagall asked hopefully if Colin had somehow managed to get a picture of who'd done this to him.
"Now that's interesting," James said thoughtfully, "has anyone ever brought out muggle things to see what happens when a gorgon stairs at it?"
"Don't even think about it," Lily snapped at once, "I don't even want to think of you lot out there trying those kinds of stunts."
The boys all huffed in annoyance, Sirius saying, "I told you Lily would be a killjoy."
"Be nice," James said at once, "she just means she doesn't want to hear about it, because she wants to come. Isn't that right Lily Flower."
Lily looked to the ceiling, as if praying for patience, and Remus took that as his cue to keep going.
Harry felt like he was going to be sick again, but he was learning to control the feeling the more it went on. It wasn't a gorgon, his instincts were sure of this, but he refused to allow another memory to blast him again. They clearly scared his family, so he would just have to wait and see to find out
what it really was, and in the meantime, ask as many questions as it took to take his mind off this pain.
Dumbledore opened up the camera,
Lily was tempted to point out that under normal circumstances, that would have ruined the film, but this was a magically imbued camera so perhaps there were charms in place to protect this?
Either way she didn't know cameras that well, and didn't want to delay in pointing this out to the others.
but they all yelped in shock with black steam came jetting out of the back of the camera, and Harry could clearly smell melted plastic.
"Well that answers that question," Sirius said, a little disappointed.
"I'm surprised Colin would have still gotten petrified though," Remus said thoughtfully, "after all the only sure fire way to not be hurt by the gorgon's look is to only look at their reflection. I guess looking through a lens wouldn't count."
"Again, something more to test," James grinned.
Lily twitched, and James automatically flinched back like he thought she was going to slap him again. Lily instead smoothed some hair back from her face, exposing a vindictive smile.
McGonagall was stunned as she demanded of Dumbledore what on earth could have done this. Dumbledore simply answered that this confirmed the Chamber was in fact open again.
"How does he work that out?" Lily asked grumpily, more than sick of this whole school being so vague this year.
"I wonder," Remus pondered, having noted something about a monster within the Chamber earlier, it didn't really add up though...
"What are you thinking Moony?" James asked.
He shook himself and said, "let me finish this chapter, it's only a bit left, then I'll explain."
McGonagall asked who,
"That's what we want to know," Lily grumbled.
but Dumbledore corrected it wasn't a who they should be worried about, but how.
"Okay Remus, how?" James demanded.
HPHPHPHP
Actual favorite chapter of this book, I tell even though no one asked.
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cleanhandsrpg · 2 years ago
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━━  baby, it’s cold outside.
      ❝   while shining light may not be known for a lot of good things, the residents still know how to bring in the holidays. over the next week, shining light will be hosting a few annual events that long time residents should known rather well! there will be decorating of the tree in the square, a holiday fair just on the edge of town along with a few food trucks being brought in, and it will all come to a close with a bonfire in the woods.
be sure to bundle up while you’re there. this coming week is supposed to be the coldest one yet.
members: this is our first event that will kick off this coming friday. it’s a simple & sweet event that we figured would be nice to have as we are moving into the holiday season. there isn’t an end date as of yet and members can set their characters where they will when it comes to the specific locations within the event post. members are free to interact as they see fit with gif chats, longer threads, chatzys, etc. members will also be able to use the tag clh: holiday for starters when the event kicks off on friday. if there are any questions, feel free to message the main and please LIKE this post so we know you have read it.
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cassandraclare · 3 years ago
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q&a matthew
So many Matthew questions! So, a lot of Matthew, a little Lucie and Will and James . . .
famouslightpersonstatesman said: How come the faerie woman lied and said that the vial was full of truth serum,when faeries can't lie?
Remember that faeries, though they do not lie, absolutely do love to deceive and you always have to watch their words very carefully. Jem's very aware of this, such as when the faerie says that another potion will blind your enemies, and Jem's like 'Sure it will, it's charcoal-colored sand.' Which, yes, will blind your enemies — briefly. In the same way the faerie doesn't say Matthew IS shallow, but makes Matthew thinks he is, the faerie doesn't say "this is a truth potion" she asks "What need would you have of a potion that would make the one who took it tell you all the truth?" Matthew thinks of it as a truth potion, but it's not one, and she didn’t say it was.
This faerie definitely intended mischief--she doesn't like Shadowhunters, and Matthew very incautiously identified himself to her as the Consul's son. She knows all about him and those he loves.
fernshadow said: After the unfortunate incident in CLH, it seems that much of Matthew's partying/drinking is a way of escaping from his pain. But I would imagine that these activities would not necessarily bring him true relief or comfort. Does Matthew have any hobbies or interests that he can turn to in order to find some form of happiness or pleasant forgetfulness?
Many, many people have not understood that drinking and partying will not be happiness or relief. It has be the downfall of the genius and the artist, the ordinary and the extraordinary. Why would Matthew be different?
That said, certainly Matthew does have hobbies and interests. Matthew the Oscar Wilde buff likes theatre a lot, and the opera. He wants to go live in Paris, if James would come with him! Matthew does genuinely enjoy partying with Downworlders. He and Anna do it all the time: he has fun with Anna. He gets on great with Catarina Loss. Every day he doesn't get to meet Magnus Bane is a day of disappointment, but hope springs eternal! He loves his family a lot, and they do bring him comfort as well as pain. He loves James, and he clings to James: James is the person he loves most who he hasn't hurt. He's at his happiest with James and Thomas and Christopher: they're what brings him the most comfort and forgetfulness. Matthew does genuinely have a great life in many ways. But there's always that cold shadow behind the light now. carolfm28 said: Hello! How are you? I must say that GotSM is making me sooo excited for THL, I just can't wait. Matthew's wild partying behavior is going to be a problem for Charlotte because she's the consul? Will the other characters notice his behavior change after Cast Long Shadows? Thanks for the amazing stories! Love you :)
I'm well and I hope you are too. ;) I'm so happy you're excited for TLH! Matthew's behavior is going to be a problem, but it doesn't immediately manifest as one. The boys were all already mischievous and ran about the place causing chaos, and that continues: it's just that now Matthew is pushing it further and further. 1903 society isn't equipped to deal with what's going on differentiate someone who's partying because they like a good time from someone who to a certain extent is self-medicating. People say “boys will be boys" and "he'll settle down" and "what he needs is to meet a nice Shadowhunter girl." Some Shadowhunters consider Matthew consorting with Downworlders to be far, far worse than him drinking a lot. Charlotte has to deal with rumors, but she doesn't want that to impinge on Matthew's life, so she gives him a lot of latitude. Charlotte and Henry both try to believe the very best of both their sons at all times. Charles Buford is horrified by Matthew's behavior, but "JUST BEHAVE, FOR THE LOVE OF THE ANGEL" from Charles's lips is basically white noise to Matthew. 
Matthew's not being mean or cruel to anybody: all of his anger and hatred is directed at himself. His friends and family all want Matthew to be happy, and Matthew keeps telling them he's fine. Sometimes they believe him. Sometimes they're not sure... but even then, even if he's not fine, they can't help Matthew when they don't know what's going on. jonginflicted said: i'm having such a heart attack, i'm shipping lucie with wAY too many people and i'm choking over all my dreams for all these ships even though only one may end up being real (or none, even)... which brings me to jesse. doesnt jesse die around tlh sometime? bc i'm trying to figure out how LH + JB fits into this and i really can't think of anything Having lots of ships is a sure sign of a warm heart and a good imagination. ;) Everyone in The Last Hours, like Magnus in The Midnight Heir, thinks of Jesse as dead when The Last Hours starts. Are they right? Are they wrong? Are they kind of right, an also disturbing possibility? We don't know! At the same time, we know there's something going on. We know Lucie sees and speaks to Jesse Blackthorn. We know Jesse is a mystery, and I want the reader to solve him along with Lucie. It's fun to write Lucie as a very different character than I've written before, and very different from the people around her--a chipper, intrepid mystery solver. She has one of the most curious minds in TSC, along with Ty Blackthorn.
congratu-freakin-lations said:I feel like Matthew parallels Will a lot especially with the whole "i cant be close to people bc of the bad thing i did" mentality. Was this intentional and is the parallel going to run deeper?
A bit, though fiction is full of people who feel they can't get close to others because of sins of their past. (Lymond, of Dorothy Dunnett's the Lymond Chronicles, blames himself bitterly for a relative's death, though she died because of a collapsing building when he was in a different country.
What Matthew did wasn't killing a brother or a sister he knew as a person. It's very different from him villainously shoving Charles down the stairs. ("Ha ha ha, Charles Buford!" Matthew exclaimed with a wild laugh. "Now my puppy will sit in your chair at breakfast time every day!" - not a real snippet.) Will felt he couldn't be close to people because as far as he knew he was under a terrible curse, and it would kill anyone who loved him. Not that Will didn't feel guilty about his sister's death, and many other things, but the curse was the problem! Matthew's not under a curse, and he's not going to be pushing people violently away: he wants to stay close to the people he loves. The whole point of Will's behavior was to make people dislike him. Matthew is desperate not to be disliked: to keep people's love.
It's just that the secret he's not telling anyone, and the secret guilt he feels, is going to create a distance between him and those he loves. They don't know what it is, but they can tell something is subtly off. It's far more insidious than what was going on with Will. But of course, it might end up being just as tragic.
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dserpentes · 3 years ago
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writing-is-a-martial-art · 4 months ago
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hey, Oleg, hope you're doing okay! just dropping by to tell you I believe in you and hope you keep the chaos going (whether it's CLH or any other tale, I'm always there to see the tea get spilled)! so, yeah! this is a PSA! - 🔮⛈ (@enchanted-lightning-aes)
Thank you so much, Enchant! This really means a lot <3
And the chaos is going, bigger than ever before, hehehe...
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Hi y’all! over the last couple of months I’ve made a ton of new mutuals and friends and I just wanted to make a new updated follow forever of all my lovely mutuals! (also thank you to @rainbowsboa for making the gif banner)
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The Harrie GC: @babyyyhoneyyy @rosebhd @wlwharrie @lickmybooty @magneticxclouds @hellaplantsjpg @kiwiacoustic @theyoualbum @thefirstfloralsuit @niallnit @danyshortlegs @supportivebfs @heartgf @englishtealarry @complicated-honey @larrievibes @itsrainingharry @humblestyles @sweaterpawslou @proudhl @harryandlouistomlinsonn I am so happy I got added to this gc I love yall so damn much wtf
The Ziam GC: @sweaterpawslou @rosealouis @wlwharrie @lovelylarrie @iconichalo @biconziam @letstalkaboutziam @celebratinglouis @hellaplantsjpg @18louis @tommostummie @mxybeimissyou @pridelou @winningziam @inseparable-larry @freelouisankles @scintillalwt @rainbowstyles @ziamxo @ribbonsandinkwells @please-dont-freak-out Okay I know for sure that I’m missing people because I never got everyone’s urls but god I lvoe this gc and Ziam plus nina panina and egg made it so I knew it would be a beautiful gc
The Ace GC’s: @suspendrs @lattelouis @chxrrywhine @floweredhalo @kindharry @louissunshine @rainbowharru @prettyhrry @tominlou @thelyssymarie @sweaterpawslou @mehconomancy @delicatelou @sunshineelouis @godshonestruth @ribbonsandinkwells @wlwharrie @eightiesau @blushlouie @liamsgrammys @ieatficsforbreakfast @paylinshaw @f-l-i-c-k-e-r @crossnecklace @gaylienharry @ziamxo @bardymum @soft-lou @please-dont-freak-out  Okay so this is 2 gc’s in 1 and I’m 100% missing people because I missed some people giving urls but I love all of you yall make me feel so comfortable and happy :’)
✨ My Lovely Mutuals✨ 
(Those that are bolded are either my friends or people that I just love!)
#-F:
✨ @18louis ✨ @1800louis ✨  @17-stylinson-28 ✨  @4foryouhazza ✨  @avocadolouie ✨  @alloutshirt ✨  @angelboyslarry ✨ @actionlou ✨  @adorelouis ✨  @austinattack ✨  @askeleet ✨  @ann-fortunately ✨ @achilleanlouis✨  @alwaysycu ✨  @adidasmodel ✨  @acefluxlouie ✨  @acelouies ✨ @always-pointing-home ✨  @angelharry ✨  @acelou ✨  @alwayzlou ✨ @angelichl ✨  @almiqhty ✨ @availablealways ✨ @axolotlouis ✨ @adoredlou ✨  @babyyyhoneyyy ✨  @billiejeantee ✨  @blushlouie ✨ @bunny-harry ✨  @bardymum ✨  @bigspoonlou ✨ @babyhoneymp3 ✨ @beanielarrie ✨ @blougreen ✨ @babyhoneylive ✨ @babieharrie ✨ @bumblebees91 ✨ @bananasnouis ✨ @bootsftvans ✨  @babyhoneyvevo ✨ @boots-and-dagger ✨ @biofthetimes ✨ @bootyfteyelashes ✨ @bulletnthedark ✨ @biadidas ✨ @babyhoncy✨ @babyhoneyn ✨  @bonnielouis ✨ @biconziam ✨  @bus1pride ✨  @coupleofspirits ✨ @croptoptomlinson ✨ @cinnamonswirlbfs ✨  @crapcrepe ✨  @comebacksoonboys ✨ @celebratinglouis ✨ @chunkyhoe ✨  @cutielouis ✨ @collegeauharry ✨ @crossnecklace ✨ @curlyandsoft ✨ @creamcoffeelou ✨ @champurradolouis ✨ @cinnamonswirlhair ✨ @capricorntomlinson ✨ @curlsandfringe ✨ @chihuahualou ✨ @complicated-honey ✨ @dulcelarry ✨ @dimpledgucci ✨ @daninthesky ✨ @deanogcrman ✨ @domeafavourharry ✨ @dreamgal01 ✨ @definegirlfriends ✨ @delicatelou ✨ @darklarrie ✨ @dualouist ✨ @danyshortlegs ✨ @dumboy ✨ @enkelilouis ✨ @englishtealarry ✨ @eightiesau ✨ @eyes--wideopen ✨ @endlouisly ✨ @eratolouis ✨ @flicker-album ✨ @emperorstyles ✨ @foolsghld ✨ @frenchlouau ✨ @flickerlyrics ✨ @feellikearainbow ✨ @flamboyantloueh ✨ @faithinlouis ✨ @fireproofharrie ✨ @freelouisankles ✨ @foreveragayicon ✨ @fratboyharrie ✨ @flamboyantommo ✨ @fridaaahs ✨ @floweredhalo ✨ @fromthehallway ✨
G-L:
✨ @gaysonlystyles ✨ @glittersuitharry ✨ @glowkink ✨ @gay-lemons ✨ @gimmiesomeghostie ✨ @girlcrus-h ✨ @gimmieshelter ✨ @given-a-chance ✨ @gr8-pot8✨ @gigglelou ✨ @gaylouies ✨ @ghostspf ✨ @givemelouisalbum ✨ @guccicatalog ✨ @godshonestruth ✨ @giggleslarrie ✨ @giadbaltimore ✨ @gigglytommo ✨ @gaylienharry ✨ @honeyhaz ✨ @harrv ✨ @hlvans ✨ @harryftvans ✨ @houie ✨ @heartofmusicandgold ✨ @heyangelonlyangel ✨ @heartoutlouis ✨ @nbharrie ✨ @harrystyleslive2018 ✨ @harryrbbstyles ✨ @harrystylouison ✨ @harrysrainbowtour ✨ @hastyless ✨ @hl-love ✨ @harry-did-that ✨ @honeymittenslou ✨ @honeyhl ✨ @howgreenmetblue ✨ @hsrrys ✨ @hsmp3 ✨ @hawaiianshirtlarry ✨ @harryandlouistomlinsonn ✨ @heyangle ✨  @harry-loves-louis-bitch ✨ @heartgf ✨ @@hogwartzlou ​ ✨ @hazah ✨ @humblestyles ✨ @ilongforlou ✨ @iconichalo ✨ @imissyoulouis ✨ @inkedfears ✨ @intheplaceoflouandme ✨ @icantevenanymore ✨ @inked-withlove ✨ @iloveharrysteeth ✨ @iconicsott ✨ @investigaterainbows ✨ @itslovestylinson ✨ @immyrainbow ✨ @ilearnedtofly ✨ @itsrainingharry ✨ @inseparable-larry ✨ @jimmytfallon ✨ @just-end-it ✨ @kiwi-pose ✨ @kiwistomlinson ✨ @kiwisinnewyork ✨ @kittenlouisunshine✨ @kiwintellect ✨ @kindharry ✨ @kiwiacoustic ✨ @louislittletummy ✨ @lwtrainbows ✨ @ls2k14 ✨ @louisdarlin ✨ @loullabyx ✨ @louispeanut ✨ @louisosoft ✨ @loserhq ✨ @larrydomain ✨ @lavendrharry ✨ @lrrystyles ✨ @louistomlinsonyear ✨ @lionheartlouist ✨ @louppy ✨ @louis2k15 ✨ @louiswckd ✨ @louisfeaturingharry ✨ @louisgirlire ✨ @larrysleeds ✨ @lovemylarry ✨ @loudglitterkingdom ✨ @louisispuresunshine ✨ @louisisloved ✨ @louissunshine ✨  @luois ✨ @littlelarriess ✨ @louisbravado ✨ @lwtvibes ✨ @larriez ✨ @larrysoulmates ✨ @littlelouislegend ✨ @louisfeelshome ✨ @lemonadelarrie ✨ @laureltatt ✨ @lyinginthedark ✨ @lesbianharrie ✨ @larrysfootballfairy ✨ @louisinlace ✨ @lifestyleofpj ✨ @louisbunboy ✨ @littlemixsbrit ✨ @laerrys ✨ @lambooyah ✨ @lovelylouuis ✨ @leiabitch ✨ @lemonpiecat ✨ @lesbianharold ✨ @louihs ✨ @lonelymalik ✨ @larrievibes ✨ @legolou ✨ @larentyouglad ✨ @letstalkaboutziam ✨ @loveislarryislove ✨ @lgbtommo ✨ @lattelouis ✨ @landslidelouis ✨ @louisthelife ✨  @laurel-hips ✨ @louisankletat​ ✨ @louistbh ✨ @larriekisses ✨ @louierainbows​ ✨ @lhstylinson ✨ @louisnightchanges ✨ @louisinfatuation​ ✨ @larrie-trippin ✨ @lickmybooty​ ✨ @lilspoonhaz ✨ @lemonharry ✨ @louistpdf ✨ @lackadaisicalarry ✨ @louist ✨ @louistomli ✨ 
M-R:
✨ @midwestharry ✨ @midwestlouis ✨ @mlmlouis ✨ @mangoeharry ✨ @moonlightlouie ✨ @moranginhos ✨ @mysweetcreatures ✨ @merry-larry ✨ @macyintheam ✨ @mxybeimissyou ✨ @mischievoustomlinson ✨ @mysmutmylarry ✨ @merrykatie ✨ @marrymybed ✨ @mattsmith ✨ @mysmollou ✨ @mehconomancy ✨ @meagaylouie ✨ @magneticxclouds ✨ @nsfwboyfriends ✨ @nexttonjr ✨ @niallhoran2018 ✨ @niallington ✨ @niallnit ✨ @neonillusions ✨ @niiicelittlebody ✨ @nosuchblue ✨ @niallsverse ✨ @oiiilivia ✨ @osnaptomlinson ✨ @omi-palonelouis ✨ @oloveia ✨ @odetolarry ✨ @orlandoharry ✨ @ohsivanwonder ✨ @onehome ✨ @ofrainbows ✨ @onlyhalfthestory ✨ @peachbootylouis ✨ @proudhl ✨ @peaceflagharry ✨ @proudlwt ✨ @polarilou ✨ @panacottalarry ✨ @prettypinklou ✨ @pubssunday ✨ @paisleystyles ✨ @pterodicktyl ✨ @princeofyorkshire ✨ @pinkflaredpants ✨ @petitbby ✨ @please-dont-freak-out ✨ @pinksoftharry ✨ @peterpanaus ✨ @princesspinklou ✨ @prettyhrry ✨ @poshlouis ✨ @queenbeeharry ✨ @rosealouis ✨ @rosegoldeyelids ✨ @rainbowsandgucci ✨ @rainbowstyles ✨ @roseydaggerjpg ✨ @rainboobearharry ✨ @rosebhd ✨ @rosebld ✨ @rosepetalsandlarry ✨ @ropetat ✨ @raconteurart ✨ @roseguccisuit ✨ @rosesau ✨ @rosepetallarrie ✨ @ribbonsandinkwells ✨ @ravioli-cats ✨ @rainbowharru ✨ @rainboh ✨ @rhianonn ✨
S-Z:
✨ @supportivebfs ✨ @spaceboysweater ✨ @sukiandmuzzy ✨ @scintillalwt ✨ @soloutomlinson ✨ @soft-lou ✨ @sweaterpawslou ✨ @stubbornlarrie ✨ @softboyfriends ✨ @soulhmates ✨ @suspendrs ✨ @soverylarrie ✨ @sincewewere16 ✨ @spacelou ✨ @sweaterlouis ✨ @steviestyles ✨ @stevieftharry ✨ @ssoftlou-old ✨ @sbblou ✨ @smolbirds ✨ @sunshine-lou ✨ @sunshineelouis ✨ @ssoftlou ✨ @stylinist ✨  @smileystyles ✨ @sweetlouist91 ✨ @tinkerbelllouie ✨ @trashwars ✨ @tominlou ✨ @thearmyofbees ✨ @theducknoiseinwoman ✨ @tomlinfeeling ✨ @twinflamesneverdie ✨ @t-mlinson ✨ @thatonefruitsong ✨ @tatu28 ✨ @tempolarriefix ✨ @trackninewoman ✨ @thewizardofgays ✨ @thingshlcant ✨ @thewhitecitrus ✨ @thefirstfloralsuit ✨ @theblueau ✨ @thegreenau ✨ @tommostummie ✨ @two2pizzas ✨ @tmlnstyls ✨ @themitamtour ✨ @thelyssymarie ✨  @theyoualbum ✨ @tictactoelou✨ @ummhaz ✨ @vansharry ✨ @viplourry ✨ @wlwmermald ✨ @wlwharrie ✨ @warmlou ✨ @wingedlinerlouis ✨ @warm-the-sun ✨ @whenlouwas18 ✨ @wrappeditmyslf ✨ @winningziam ✨ @wintersnowlarrie ✨  @youfuckingloosah ✨ @yslandvanstrash ✨ @yeahalways ✨ @zourry ✨  @ziamxo ✨ 
I made this at 4 am so I’m sorry if I missed anyone but I love you all!! (also the bolding kept messing up so some people might not have gotten bolded!)
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fairwitch · 3 years ago
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Hi friend! I was wondering if you'd be kind enough to do a reading on my love life. My partners initials are CLH and I want to know what our future together feels like I suppose? If we're right for each other. -KDL, Aries 🌻👑💜
heya!! i drew the 6 of pentacles for ur relationship! i think this is shaping up to be a very balanced and giving relationship- i get the feeling you both provide a lot of comfort to one another, especially comfort that you may not have had in the past. you’re reaching towards the 10 of pentacles, which represents a complete and strong family. i’d say ur relationship is going great places ✌🏻
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halothenthehorns · 4 months ago
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THE DEMENTOR
This is more of replying to clh comments, so if you want to skip by this point I don't blame you, but here you go.
I'm inclined to believe that because JK said so herself, she's not very good at math and her statement of saying Charlie's age in relevance to Percy's is loosely interpreted, so I worked it this way because of the inconsistencies in the book saying how and when and what exactly he did there. I'm not inclined to go back and change it, because I like putting in those random comments in trying to explain the book's mistakes.
I'm sorry you didn't like the parts I put in about Remus, but when you get to this book you'll see that I've got a very big thing about trying to explain a lot of things that aren't even touched on about his character, so I threw in that part about wanting him to be Harry's godfather but the government wouldn't allow it to give him some extra backstory the books never do. I don't think it's too farfetched that the prejudices against werewolf's would try and stop him from having anything to do with kids, and allowing one to be any kind of part of a kids life would be an easy thing to pass in the laws. I do recognize and admit Godfather doesn't equal guardianship, like I made it sound, but it doesn't change my point either that Remus was very forcibly tried to keep out of Harry's life by the Ministry. Yes I know James and Sirius are just that little bit closer and that's why he got picked in the end, but that was just my headcanon and I'm sorry you disagreed.
Despite how that might have read, I love clh and everyone's continued comments and critiquing of these little things I add, please feel free to open any kind of discussion and questions you like!
HPHPHP
Sirius eyed his chapter with more weariness than almost any other before. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand being talked about like this before he really did have some kind of breakdown, and avoiding the issue just didn't seem possible at this point. Still, it's not like he could avoid it, he'd rather break his arm then try to cut off the story here. He still wanted to know more than anything about Harry's life. So with a heavy heart he went to the correct chapter and read.
Harry woke the next morning and packed quickly, then went to find Ron who was grumbling the sooner they hit the road the better, he was sick of being around Percy, who was now blaming Ron on getting water on a picture of Penelope Clearwater, his girlfriend,
"Wow, Percy really needs to figure out which brother he's talking to," James shook his head in disbelief, "I still can't see Ron doing something like that."
Harry began to explain what he'd heard last night, but then Fred and George popped in to praise Ron for further annoying Percy.
"So, the twins didn't do that?" Lily asked in confusion.
"So who did?" Remus agreed, more than puzzled.
"Must have been Ginny," James said with a frown, "there's no one left."
"Well if she takes after those twins, I'll be more than happy to hear it," Sirius agreed.
They headed down to breakfast and Ron asked what Harry was about to say, but Harry said he'd explain later, now surrounded by Weasley's.
Sirius grimaced, selfishly hoping that later never really came up as he didn't want to hear Harry trying to tell his friends there was a crazy person after him any more than he enjoyed hearing Molly and Arthur talk about it.
Everything was by the doors waiting for the cars, all the animals caged up, including Crookshanks who was unpleased to find himself in a makeshift basket.
"I'm sure that cat loved this," Lily giggled.
Hermione was promising to let him out when they got onboard, but Ron protested she couldn't, because Scabbers was going to be in there as well.
"This could be rather complicated," James agreed with a frown, while Harry sighed as he realized his friends had something new to bicker about, as if they needed any more fuel. He had a very bad feeling this one in particular lasted for some time.
The cars arrived and Harry, Ron, and Hermione all got in one, but before Harry could try to explain again, Percy climbed in as well, to Ron's protest.
"I agree, it would have made sense for one of the parents to go with the group," Remus shrugged.
"Guess Percy counts as adult enough," James offered.
They reached the station with nearly half an hour to go,
"A new record for the Weasleys it seems," Lily chuckled.
then the cars drove away, for some odd reason able to jump to the front of the line at the next light.
"Makes me kind of want to get a car," James grinned, "they seem useful, and I'd like to learn about that spell."
Lily furrowed her brow, not one hundred percent sure they really needed another motorized vehicle around here since she still was quite irked at Sirius' bike, and that car had been a disaster no matter the good end results. She didn't argue the point though, not just now anyways.
Mr. Weasley kept close to the trio as they went inside, telling Harry the two of them should go onto the platform first.
'He's not exactly being subtle' Sirius frowned, but didn't say that out loud, wondering if he was just being paranoid.
"I've never asked," Harry said, trying to take away Sirius' perturbed face, he might not have said anything out loud but they could all see it anyways. "How does the platform work?"
"What do you mean?" James asked, looking for specifics.
"How come Muggle's don't just wander into it, or notice us going in?"
"Oh," Lily said in understanding, "there's a muggle repelling charm on it, so they instinctively know not to go in or around the area."
"What about Muggle-borns parents?" Harry pressed.
"They can go in so long as they're lead by a wizard," Lily further explained.
Harry nodded, happy that this little detail had been put to rest. He also realized it must be the same for the Leaky Cauldron. His attempt had worked, Sirius was slightly distracted and looked just a little bit better again as he continued.
Once everyone was joined on the platform, Percy spotted his girlfriend, and puffed out his chest so that she couldn't miss his badge. Harry caught Ginny's eye, and the two had to turn away to stop themselves from laughing.
Harry gave a very happy smile of remembrance, thinking that was probably the first time Ginny had ever met his eyes and turned away for some other reason then blushing. That had been her first instance of finally showing she had a personality other than shy.
"Props to that girl for putting up with him," Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Be nice," Lily chided, she wasn't the biggest fan of Percy's attitude either, but they were seeing him from Harry's point of view. She was sure he must have a kinder side, at least around his girlfriend. She also had to stop herself from pointing out at least Sirius and James were just as pompous about certain things.
They all loaded their stuff into a compartment then exited to say their goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, the mother going around and giving all of her children hugs and kisses, then Hermione, then surprisingly Harry.
"Aw," Lily smiled while the boys rolled their eyes at this mother act in front of school students, all the boys but Harry. He was blinking in surprised shock and pleasure, since no one had ever done that for him before.
He went red in the face from embarrassment, but was quite flattered when she gave him an extra hug.
"Think you were right before James," Remus grinned, "the Weasleys might just up and adopt Harry if he asks."
"I can only hope," James laughed, which was tinged with sadness all the same that this had to be a happy thing at all.
Molly began to hand out sandwiches to her sons, turning to Ron and giving him his while promising it wasn't corned beef this time,
"Wow, she remembered," Sirius grinned.
"Guess someone must have said something," Harry smirked.
"Where'd she make them at?" Lily asked. "Did Tom let her use the kitchen?"
"I guess," James shrugged, not really thinking too much about it.
Harry was pulled away though, by Mr. Weasley asking for a quick second.
"Now what's this?" Lily said in surprise.
"You think Arthur is going to tell?" James said curiously.
Sirius huffed and grumbled something under his breath, but none of them could think of anything to say to him that they hadn't already.
Mr. Weasley led Harry away from the group, but before he could get started, Harry admitted he already knew what he was going to say.
"Wow, not many people will admit too eavesdropping, " Remus said in a laugh.
"I did it so he technically still kept his promise to the Minister that Mr. Weasley didn't tell me," Harry shrugged.
Harry admitted to having overheard the conversation last night, and Arthur was now frowning as he said that's not how he'd liked to have explained this.
"How exactly was he planning to tell you 'hey some crazy guy is coming to kill you'?" Sirius demanded in a snarky tone of voice.
Harry gave him an anxious look, but he couldn't really answer that since he'd never given Mr. Weasley the chance to explain.
Harry assured him it was fine, because know he knew, but Mr. Weasley hadn't broken his promise to Fudge. Arthur tried to ask if Harry was terrified, but Harry shrugged, admitting he wasn't.
Sirius looked up and around in surprise as he said, "okay, I know why you mean it now, but why did you then?"
Harry gave an easy shrug as he admitted, "sorry Sirius, but you didn't exactly scare me more than Voldemort did."
They all grimaced slightly at that, still rather happy Harry wasn't actually afraid for his life since it just wasn't possible Sirius could ever hurt him, but hating the idea all the same that there really was someone out there who did want Harry dead.
When Mr. Weasley didn't look like he believed that, Harry said he was being serious,
Sirius released a surprised snort of laughter and made to say something, but stopped quickly when James smacked him across the back of the head before he got a chance. Giving him a haughty look, he continued anyways this time, "not as serious as I could!"
"Where is your off button!" Remus demanded, while Sirius gave them all satisfied smirks and continued.
how could Sirius Black be worse than Voldemort? Mr. Weasley flinched like all wizards did upon hearing that name, but then pressed on trying to make Harry promise him something, but Harry cut him off by grumbling that he was supposed to stay inside this year. Mr. Weasley said that wasn't what he meant, looking more serious,
"Ouch, dang it guys," Sirius grumbled, he'd been smacked even before he'd finished the word that time.
"How many times can you make the same joke and still think it's funny?" Remus demanded.
"As often as I want," he shot right back, a superior smirk now in place. This was such a turn around to his depressed mood of late that no one really felt that mad at him anymore.
then Harry had ever seen him as he told Harry not to go looking for Black. Harry was stunned, and asked why he would even do that?
That had them all stumped for a moment, until James snapped his fingers and said, "you think Arthur thinks you know everything? That you might know Sirius was a friend of mine, and you would go looking for him because of that?"
"But I didn't now then," Harry pointed out, "and even if I had, that still wouldn't encourage me to go find him, when I thought he wanted me dead." He finished, giving an apologetic look to Sirius for saying that.
They all shrugged then, not really having any better reason why Arthur would think this.
The train gave a warning whistle then, signaling it was about to take off, but Mr. Weasley was still talking, telling Harry to promise him that no matter what he heard but Harry cut him off again by demanding to know why he'd go looking for someone who wanted to kill him?
Sirius grimaced all over again, hearing Harry say that twice in a row made him want to vomit, cry, and scream all over again, no matter how Harry felt now, him thinking this to be true at any point in time tore him to little pieces. He wouldn't let anyone try and console him this time though, blasting on.
The train really was rolling now, and Harry had to bolt inside as it began picking up speed, then before he knew it the train was pulling from the station and the platform was out of sight.
"I notice you didn't actually promise him," Lily said in mild amusement.
Harry shrugged and said, "still don't understand why he wanted me to at all."
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were all waiting for him, and when Harry said he needed to talk to his friends, Ron told his sister to get lost.
"Oh that was nice," Lily frowned.
"I don't blame him," Sirius rolled his eyes at her. "Who wants their sibling following them around."
Ginny snapped that was nice before storming off.
"So now you've mimicked Ginny as well," James grinned over at his wife, "are you going to mimic everyone by the end?"
Lily decided to ignore them in hopes they would stop this annoying gag.
The three of them went moving down the compartments, looking for an empty one,
"I thought you already stored your stuff away in another one?" James reminded.
Harry gave a disgruntled look as he said, "yeah, but some first years had come in and taken it, so we'd grabbed our stuff and decided to move rather than force them out."
but every one they came across already had people in them except for one, which had a man sleeping against the far window.
Harry suddenly went very pale and rocketed to his feet, shaking his head from side to side furiously. Lily reacted just as fast, clutching at his arm and demanding he calm down, or he was going to hurt himself. He relaxed, but didn't glance over at his mom at all, but instead focused on Remus like he never had before. His face scrunched up, and it was all too easy to picture the man before him with a little extra gray hair, sleeping in that compartment. So he had been right, he did know him!
The boys got up wearily as well, Harry reacting like this to something couldn't be good, and the way he was eyeing Remus set said man's intestines churning into themselves. Lily still had her hand on him, looking from him to Remus and back before finally demanding, "Harry, what's wrong?"
"I-" he began, before swallowing hard and still not answering, now rocking backwards on his heels in unease. There was no doubt in his mind, the man he suddenly remembered being in the compartment was standing in front of him, older yes but not nearly as dissimilar to Sirius' later unhealthy looks. He should say something now, because the bomb of a reaction to Sirius being alive was terrible for his family, so he should get it out of the way now, but the words wouldn't come out, jammed down his throat as he kept looking wistfully at Remus.
Sirius, still on his feet and wondering what on earth could be going through Harry right now, read to hopefully ease some of the stress.
They found this odd, since no adult had ever been seen except for the woman who pushed the food trolley around.
James and Lily exchanged uneasy looks, James starting to walk over to the pair in case Harry was going to react to something soon. Harry had been reduced to rubbing furiously at his temple, trying to get a word in, but of course he couldn't say anything even though he knew with every fiber of his being he was right. Remus stayed rooted to the spot, mind going a mile a minute as he prayed he was misunderstanding why Harry was looking at him like that.
They decided to go for it though, entering the compartment to find he'd stored away a battered suitcase above him. He wasn't that old, but between the patched and shabby robes, and the pale complexion with gray streaked brown hair he looked like he'd been through the run. Ron asked who he might be, and Hermione whispered Professor R. J. Lupin.
The book clattered to the floor and Sirius decked Remus so hard he fell with it.
Sirius was standing over him, shaking and pulling back as if fixing to swing again. James cursed wildly and flew towards him, tackling Sirius and all but dragging him away step by step while Remus stayed on the ground, hand pressed to his cheek in shock. Where to begin as his mind stayed on utter lockdown, unable to process too many things at once.
He kept hearing Sirius shouting, but the words didn't seem to be getting through, while Lily and Harry heard quite clearly as they moved to Remus side, eyeing Sirius like he truly had gone mad.
"-let me go! I'm going to kill him, that idiotic, manic depressive, self-loathing-" he tore into several other more colorful words for a few moments, while Lily got to her feet again and stood protectively in front of the pair, green eyes flashing as Sirius finally circled out and actually used proper words again, James still keeping such a tight hold on him it was a miracle he was still on his feet. "What the bloody hell is the matter with you, why weren't you there, huh? Where were you when all this mess was happening to Harry, oh I know, not there for him because you're more afraid of yourself then-"
"Sirius, you know damn well why Remus wouldn't be allowed near Harry while he was living with his Muggle relatives." Lily finally cut in, advancing a step towards him and jabbing him in the chest for emphasis.
He was still puffed up and looked ready to breathe fire at a moment's notice, but the shouting momentarily stopped as Lily's full words registered. There was a tick going on in one of his jaw muscles, but James took this small moment to continue dragging Sirius backwards, all the way into the kitchen and out of sight. Then Lily turned back to Harry still trying to coax Remus into saying something, while the man looked like he'd never speak again.
He'd landed on his arm, and had automatically sat up on it with his other hand pressed to the spot Sirius had slugged him, looking dazed and frozen. He'd known for a while Sirius was going to get over his shock and fear at what was going to happen to him and channel it into something more violent or at least something that involved a lot of his energy. He had not expected that to all be channeled at him, though in that moment he knew he deserved it and more; because Sirius was right. No matter the legal ramifications of his condition, why wasn't he there for Harry? He loved that boy like he would his own, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that if he had an inkling of what was going on while he was living with the Dursleys he wouldn't have joined Sirius in Azkaban, he'd probably be dead on sight for what he owed them.
His whole time he'd been at school, he always wondered if this happy feeling, the miracle he had in his friends, would end sooner or later. Hearing about what happened to his family now was physically tearing him apart inside, and he'd been wishing this whole time he had survived just so that he knew someone would still be out there looking after Harry. Now he'd found out he had survived, and shirked his duty, for what?
There was a light tapping on his forehead, and he finally blinked the static from his brain clouding him from truly registering his surroundings, to find Lily and Harry both watching him with more than concern on their features. Harry had been the one tapping him and trying to get his attention, while having a conversation Remus quickly understood as Lily was clearly explaining to Harry "-I meant that there are laws in place stopping Remus from doing certain things because he's a werewolf, for example he couldn't legally adopt you, but he's also not allowed within a certain radius of Muggle dwellings, or he really could be killed."
"But why?" Harry persisted, his brow ruffling up just like his father's did whenever he didn't understand something.
"All sorts of things dear, prejudices for one, they think he's some dangerous animal all the time and such. It's also to ward off temptations, after all not all werewolves are like him, some would purposefully seek out Muggle neighborhoods, so the law is a general sense that they have a right to kill one before they can do the act."
In the background he could still hear Sirius and James arguing in the kitchen, where James stood in this he wasn't sure he wanted to know since he was still considering slinking out the front door. Then Lily and Harry seemed to notice he'd come back down to earth, and Lily was quick to try and convince him otherwise of those actions. He said nothing, couldn't think of anything to say, as the guilt continued to eat him alive from the inside the longer he realized what Harry had been through all because he wasn't there. Damned those laws, he should have been able to write to Harry at least, set up something with Dumbledore so he could check on him, anything then what Sirius had implied what happened, which seemed likely by this point.
He hadn't ended up in jail, or otherwise physically stopped, he was clearly still alive and...why was he on the Hogwarts express? He blurted this question out before he had time to think on it himself, finally relieving Harry and his mother of the pent up stress they were clearly feeling. Harry was quick to say exactly what Sirius had just read, and stating, "I did recognize you, Professor Lupin, you were my favorite teacher that year."
Something twitched inside of him, a little niggle that he never would have believed he'd truly feel. Whenever Sirius and James had jokingly called him that in the past, he'd brushed them off and snap at them to quit it because they all knew he'd never actually get that profession, what school could ever allow such a thing, except perhaps the very school he'd attended in his youth.
Now, here Harry was, calling him that very thing he would long for, in a completely serious tone of voice. No mocking, no jesting, he meant it with a respectful tone and a sincerity that spoke volumes of truth. This flashed through him so fast, he'd barely had time to register the happy warmth before James and Sirius came back out of the kitchen.
Sirius still looked rather peeved, which he had every right to according to Remus; since he knew full well his friend would feel wronged at himself being locked away and forcefully stopped when Remus himself hadn't exactly been tied down and prevented from their personal duty of looking after Harry. As Sirius marched towards him, he half considered apologizing to Sirius, knowing he'd trade places in less than a breath. Then he was stunned all over again as Sirius bent down and offered his hand to help him back up.
After hesitating a few more moments he took it, getting uneasily to his feet and then rocking back on his heels and pushing his hand through his hair, still at a loss for words. Sirius filled in the silence, while avoiding eye contact and saying, "I'm sorry I punched you, I know it's not really your fault and...what else was it?" He asked, trying to force a joking tone in his voice no one else felt as he turned back to James, who simply raised one brow at him and made a 'go on' gesture.
Sirius released a huffy breath and slightly turned back to him, still looking more above his head then anything and trying to continue, but Remus cut him off and instead said, "honestly, I was going to let you take another swing at me. I can't say what's been going on those past twelve years any more than you can, but I was wrong. What made me stay away, is inconsequential." He came very close to adding on, 'I won't let it happen now,' but stopped himself as he realized that, possibly whatever had happened the first time to set up these circumstances, he may not ever really be able to prevent.
Sirius hesitated, but nodded and seemed to take this as some sort of apology, because most of his hostility drained out of him and he went back over to pick up the book. James hesitated and followed him, making Remus hesitate and ponder if James really was feeling just like Sirius, and just couldn't think of anything to add on. Lily and Harry exchanged uneasy looks, neither of them used to any kind of fight between these three, but when Remus finally decided to go back over and sit next to Sirius, who gave no protest, the other two wandered back to their spot as well.
There was a very sticky silence for a long time, Sirius rummaging for his page being the only noise, and once he found it he began again with a bit more anger in his voice then was normal, but no one said anything. Remus gave a very dark mental laugh, thinking that at least this got Sirius to stop thinking about his problem. *
Ron asked how on earth she could know that, and Hermione gestured above his head where he'd stamped his name on his luggage.
Lily frowned over at these boys, personally annoyed and affronted for Remus at them. She had a very good idea why he hadn't been allowed to go see Harry, and if they didn't cool it with the attitude soon she would shove it in their faces why.
Ron asked what on earth he was teaching, and Hermione pointed out the only position was Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Or Care of Magical Creatures, since we've already established there's an opening for that job as well," Lily offered, watching them all carefully. No one said anything for or against this idea, in fact she was a little more concerned Remus didn't seem stoked at the idea of this happening. He loved teaching people, had always had a special fondness for younger students at school and was well known for being the most approachable of the Marauders little gang. Secretive, a little odd yes, Lily hadn't even figured out that Remus was a werewolf until her and James were engaged. So she had not the slightest problem with this, and would gladly curse anyone who said otherwise.
None of them spoke it, but they were all thinking of the jinx placed on this position that had stopped them or anyone else having a teacher in this job for longer than a year. Ron did voice that he hoped the man was up for it, as he didn't look like much.
Remus gave a wane smile, this wasn't the first time he'd heard this. He'd always been rather small and underdeveloped because of his condition, and Ron wasn't the first person to think he didn't have a source to his wand. It had led to a few instances of teasing and one memorable instance where he had proved a crowded corridor just how stupid it was to underestimate him.
Then he finally turned his attention back to Harry and asked what he wanted to tell them.
Sirius frowned, not at all pleased to be right back on this subject.
James had to force down a strangled laugh as he realized all over again how odd this wasn't for Harry. Twice now, two of his old friends had made an appearance in his life, someone Harry should have rightfully known since he was born, and Harry had not a care in the world for either of them. Then James frowned further, suddenly wondering at the coincidence of this. What on earth were the odds Remus would wind up at Hogwarts, on the same year Sirius had made his grand escape? Was it possible Dumbledore had sought out Remus for this very reason, like he thought one friend would know the other's mind set well enough that Remus would perhaps try to stop Sirius. The longer he thought on this, it actually brought up a whole new round of questions, like where was Remus when that big blowdown happened that wound up Sirius in jail. Did Remus really think he'd done it? That was ridiculous, right? He had defended him now, so what could change in the coming year that would stop Remus fighting tooth and nail to keep Sirius out of there. To be fair, even if he had tried to give credence to Sirius, not many people would have believed him anyways.
Sirius hadn't let himself stay on the matter long, and James was in no mood to bring up any of this, so the reading continued.
Harry told of all he'd heard, and Hermione looked more then freaked out as she demanded that Sirius Black had broken out of prison just to kill Harry!
That finally released a pitiful chuckle from all of them, even at the new tension, they all still found this stupidly funny in the context Hermione meant.
Then she warned Harry he had to be extra careful this year, he couldn't go looking for trouble, and Harry pointed out that trouble usually found him.
"If that ain't the truth," Lily grumbled, having noticed that pattern a while ago.
Ron pointed out that Harry would have to be mental himself to go after the guy who wanted him dead.
'Oh thank you Ron,' Sirius mentally grumbled, though still kept that one to himself.
Harry realized they were taking this a lot worse than he had as Ron continued by reminding that no one knew how Black had got out of Azkaban, which was the most well protected prison there was, and Black had been under twenty-four hour surveillance watch.
Sirius shuddered all over again, he had known at the start of this chapter he couldn't exactly gloss over this, but after the bombshell of realizing Remus was still alive, it almost had less of an impact on him. Almost. His anger at Remus abandoning Harry almost made reading about what was to become of himself semi-bearable. It also brought up the fun question of what on earth happened to Peter. Since their original theory of them all being dead turned out to not be true, exactly how untrue was it? Was Peter somewhere out there as well? Sirius decided right then he would kill him if so. Remus had the vaguest of reasons, Sirius would give him that even if he was convinced there were ways to get around them that Remus should have thought up, but Peter didn't have any reason to abandon Harry.
Hermione was beginning to convince them that he would be caught again, when she heard a noise. They all stopped for a moment, looking around for the tiny whistling.
Sirius couldn't help but let his voice pique with interest, finally bleeding out that angry tone, making Lily finally relax.
Harry found the source of it in his trunk, as the Sneakoscope Ron had sent him was going off.
"What do you suppose?" James asked mildly, deciding for now to at least try to act like this was as normal as before, though the feeling was getting harder and harder to force as they went.
"Maybe Remus was faking being asleep?" Sirius smirked, attempting to do the same thing as James and not let himself grit out his friend's name.
"It wouldn't be the first time he's pulled that trick, he's fairly good at it," James agreed in forced light tones.
Remus didn't add his opinion on the matter, and Lily and Harry had no idea at all, which let Sirius go on.
Ron scoffed and apologized he'd gotten one so cheap, it may even be broken as it had been going off when he'd mailed it to Harry, then he did reconsider that he wasn't supposed to be using Errol in the first place which may have been untrustworthy of him.
"Like I said earlier, those things should be taken lightly, since they go off so easily," Remus said uneasily, which bothered Harry and Lily at once. He shouldn't be trying to stop himself from commenting any more than anyone else.
Harry went to put it back away, not wanting to wake up the stranger.
"Nah," James scoffed, a real smile finally lighting his features as he continued. "I've known him to sleep through the worst of rackets, and it also depends on just how close to a full moon that was."
Harry cocked his head to the side in remembrance, but he didn't exactly watch the lunar cycles very often, so he had no real idea.**
Ron suggested Harry could take it to Hogsmeade to get it checked over, then began listing all of the shops they could go to. Hermione tried to butt in by saying how historically important the sight was to, but Ron was talking right over her, now thinking on Honeydukes. Hermione asked what that was.
"Only the best shop ever," Sirius smirked, wanting to drool again at once as he reminisced about all of the candy in there.
Ron told how it was the best sweet shop in the world! Then he began listing every item you could find on the shelves, including sugar quills which you could suck on in class.
"Those don't really work," Lily rolled her eyes, "the teachers know a student doesn't suck on feathers."
Sirius wasn't listening, he was too busy smacking his lips in appreciation at Ron's very good descriptions and continuing eagerly.
Hermione was still trying to talk about some more scholarly things that had happened, like the Shrieking Shack being one of the most haunted places in their country,
"Is that still running?" James asked in amusement.
Harry wanted to ask what he meant but Sirius, much like Ron, was rather bored at Hermione trying to put in historical type things into a conversation about sweets, so he was still continuing.
The two were still talking over each other, when Hermione turned to Harry and mentioned how much good it would do them all to get out of the castle for a bit. Harry told them he was sure the two of them would enjoy it, and Ron was flabbergasted to hear that the Dursleys hadn't signed his form.
"Ask why," Lily murmured, "please ask why and kick up a real fuss on the matter."
Ron tried to say that surely McGonagall would let him go anyways,
"Dammit," Lily cursed rather loudly.
None of the boys had to ask why, but Sirius rounded on Harry and demanded, "didn't you ever tell Ron and Hermione, anything?"
"They must have noticed something," Remus agreed, finally pushing the last of the general unease from the room as the boys all found something to rally against again, "they did note back during your second year that you lost weight without being told. You never got anything for Christmas from them, even their cryptic little comments about how they 'hope the Muggles were treating you alright' back during the summer."
Harry hesitated a long time, choosing his words carefully as he said, "they, well we never exactly sat around and had it out like you all seem to want to, but I think they were suspicious. Sometimes, I'd just make these snarky little remarks or whatever, but no I don't think they ever really knew. I didn't tell them anyways."
"What about the cat flap then?" James huffed, more frustrated that Harry hadn't at least told his friends about that excuse for a home life.
"What about it?" Harry repeated curiously.
"Surely Ron, Fred, and George all saw it and wondered, or even questioned why they had to unlock you out of your room," Lily pointed out, clearly not appreciating Harry's attempts to be daft.
He just shrugged and admitted, "Ron asked me once, and I just told him we used to have a cat. I also told him all of the rooms were like that, cause they were paranoid about burglars. Didn't really feel like explaining it."
They all sat there gawking at him for a moment, but Harry kept himself tight lipped as ever and was looking pleadingly for Sirius to keep going. Why on earth was the boy still hiding something, even from his best friends? It was driving them all crazy, but they still weren't even sure how to ask him themselves, since whenever they tried he would just shrug and do exactly as he was doing now. They could hardly force him to tell them, it would do more harm than good. So Sirius, grumbling and unwillingly, decided to keep reading anyways.
but Harry knew better as McGonagall was one the strictest teachers, even if she was head of their house. Then Ron said they could get Fred and George to help, as they knew every secret passage in and out of the school.
"Now there's an idea," Sirius said, going bright eyed.
"Harry should know those anyways," James agreed, "it's practically his birthright."
Lily really couldn't come up with a reason to protest this, it's not like Harry was doing anything particularly bad, just wanting to go out and spend time with his friends in a village. The more she thought about it, the more she'd rather endorse the idea, it really would be good for her son to get out more on undangerous missions like visiting the village.
Hermione began to tell Ron off for that suggestion, saying that Harry should be staying inside school with Black running around.
"So what?" Sirius rolled his eyes. "Can't really do too much to Harry in such a public place as Hogsmeade can I?"
"Sirius, I hate to remind you, but you do know what you were put in there for in the first place," Lily asked with a frown.
Sirius opened, then closed his mouth, before nodding and deciding to skip the argument that he really wasn't that stupid, it was a moot point in this future.
Ron tried to argue the point, saying no one would be stupid enough to do something to Harry with them around,
"He's got a point there," James said with a weak grin. "Sorry Padfoot, I really can't see you being able to do anything with Ron and Hermione there as well."
Sirius nodded in agreement, continuing with only the hint of a joke, "I can see them taking me down easy, I'm definitely no match for these three."
Harry smirked, but was honestly unable to decide just how much they were kidding.
but Hermione told him he was being an idiot, that he'd been put away for murdering a street full of people with witnesses abound.
"Thanks, cause I wasn't reminded of that enough already," Sirius huffed under his breath.
As she was doing that, she was getting to her feet and working the slip loose to let her cat out. Ron snapped at her not to, but to late, Crookshanks pounced onto the seat and stretched before going over to Ron and sitting quite close to him, eyeing the pocket Scabbers was in.
"Knew those two pets were going to be all kinds of fun," Remus murmured lightly.
Ron snapped at the cat to get while pushing it away, and Hermione told him don't.
"Don't what?" James frowned, rather on Ron's side for this particular argument. "Don't stop the cat from sitting on him? Don't yell at the cat for eyeballing his pet? Personally, I think Hermione needs to get a grip here."
Everyone else in the room nodded in complete agreement.
Ron was about to snap back when Lupin began to move.
They all brightened, but for different reasons. Lily, James, and Sirius were all dying for Remus to really wake up and get some explaining going on. Maybe he even knew more about Sirius' case that he would bring up, aside from his general explanation of where he'd been.
Harry simply wanted to replenish memories of him, already in these few days he had a high respect for Remus, now he knew he'd get to talk to him for at least a year.
Remus, while still personally thinking he'd never give a good enough reason for his actions to be okay, was simply hoping he and Harry could have a normal conversation about anything, he could only imagine how his life had been without both James and Sirius around. They still had no idea where Peter was, so if he'd truly been on his own for twelve years, the very idea he'd get to interact with Harry would brighten his day.
They all went silent as they watched him, but he only rolled his head and let his mouth hang open slightly as he continued sleeping.
"Okay," James and Sirius said together, "now I know he's faking it." The pair sounded so disgruntled about the fact, no one asked for details.
The weather outside began turning stormy as the train rattled on, and they found more pleasant things to discuss as the lunch trolley came around. Ron asked if they should wake their new teacher,
"Please say yes," Lily sighed, wanting to stop this delay to what she felt would be the most important conversation of this year to Harry.
pointing out he looked like he could use something to eat.
'Ge thanks' Remus mentally rolled his eyes, though he said nothing out loud since he knew quite well how he looked to others, it was one of the things that made him so obviously what he was.
Hermione went over to him,
This time they couldn't help but lean forward eagerly, Remus couldn't possibly ignore this.
and gently spoke his name, but he didn't even twitch.
James and Sirius muttered something foul under their breath, knowing quite well that wasn't exactly enough to wake him up normally, but having a fairly good idea he was faking it and knowing he was just stalling now. Remus snored like crazy when he was asleep, and hardly so much as twitched which had been the giveaway from before, his mouth wouldn't have flopped open like that unless he was just going to start snoring louder. Yet Moony had faked sleep a few times in their youth to listen in on them sometimes, so they knew he could do it well enough to fool most people. James and Sirius weren't most people. Even only hearing a description of him, they knew they were right.
The kind faced woman told them not to worry about it while handing over Harry's food, telling them that if he woke up later and was hungry he could come up to the front and get her.
"Probably the only time I've ever disliked that woman," Sirius scowled over at Remus as he said that, no one needed to ask why as Remus sunk into the couch cushions a little more, rather upset himself.
Ron wondered if the man really was sleeping,
James rolled his eyes, dearly wanting to point out to Ron what he had a good idea of, but resisted anyways for the sake of repeating himself.
then making the joke that he looked like he'd died.
Lily released a surprised snort of laughter, she remembered one time back during their first year where she had come into the common room and saw him passed out in an armchair and wondered the same thing.
Hermione reassured that his chest was moving.
"Well that's a relief," Sirius couldn't help but smirk, being able to picture that all too well.
Professor Lupin may not have been very good company,
"I think I should resent that," Remus remarked, smiling lightly over at Harry.
Harry was quick to return it, saying, "well, no person asleep is actually good company, so don't take it too personally."
James and Sirius couldn't help but laugh at that little exchange, it did help to relieve their mood a bit.
but he did have his uses as the day wore on and they were visited by far less pleasant people, Draco Malfoy, who as always was accompanied by Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.
"Oh joy, cause this was just going so well before," James grumbled.
He opened up the compartment door and gave his common sneer at seeing them, making a clever joke he was sure that he'd found Potty and the Weasel.
"His excuse for jokes have actually gotten more lame," Sirius said in disgust.
"I didn't think that was possible," James agreed with a grimace.
Then he turned on Ron and admitted his surprise at the Weasleys having won that gold over the summer, asking if Mrs. Weasley had a heart attack from the news.
"Wish yours did," Sirius grumbled, then winced as he realized what he'd just said. He'd made joking death threats before, but now at the all too horrible realization he might have carried through with one of them, he didn't seem to find them quite as funny.
Ron jacked up to his feet with such anger he crashed Crookshanks basket onto the floor, causing Professor Lupin to snort.
"Now that might have actually gotten his attention," Sirius nodded eagerly.
Malfoy took a step back from shock while asking who that was.
"Your worst nightmare," James grinned, suddenly lighting up in a whole new way. After finally accepting and adjusting to Remus being alive and getting his dream job, it truly sank in that this meant Remus was a teacher at Harry's school! Once Remus 'woke up' and realized who he was sitting seats away from, Harry would finally get what he'd deserved from the moment his parents had died. He was still ticked at whatever reasons had stopped this from happening before, but the point now was that Harry couldn't get into any trouble this year! Remus would never let anything like the last two years happen to Harry! This raised such a giddy mood in him, he actually laughed out loud, and was forced to explain this to the others.
Lily and Harry beamed, both clearly agreeing with James on the matter. Sirius sulked and didn't say anything, trying to decide if this made up for his previous absence. He'd withhold judgment for now.
Harry pointed out that he was a new teacher, while getting to his feet too in case he needed to hold back Ron.
"Or back him up," Sirius scoffed. "Honestly don't you ever let your friend have fun."
"Not this time," Harry remarked, "for the same reason I knew Malfoy should have backed off, no one's stupid enough to go at it when a teacher's around."
Remus shrugged, honestly agreeing with Harry, while James and Sirius grumbled they didn't really think Remus would have done anything against Harry and his friends.
Malfoy backed down then, recognizing defeat as he and his friends left. Ron sat back down with a huff, stating he was done taking it from Malfoy, and if he said one more thing about his family, then he swung at the air.
"Good on ya," James nodded in approval.
"I'm more than sick of his crap as well," Sirius sniffed.
Hermione told him to keep it down, gesturing at the still asleep Professor.
"Still can't decide if he's faking that or not," James smirked, knowing the answer really, but trying to get a rise out of him and giving Remus an obvious look who just shrugged. He had no idea.
Sirius played along and pondered it for a moment before saying, "I don't know, even he isn't so dense as to snooze right through a bunch of kids being that loud, but then why would he still be faking it?"
Lily honestly wondered if Remus wasn't perhaps faking it out of fear of meeting Harry. This was going to be the first time he'd seen him in years, it was going to be more than awkward for both of them, so she couldn't blame him one bit for stalling.
The weather outside only continued getting worse, smashing against the glass like mini drums, the wind howling as they roared on, but still Lupin slept on.
"That's not the problem," James shook his head, "it's the other noises I'm not buying."
Darkness had truly descended outside when Ron voiced they had to be getting close, and just as he spoke the words the train began to slow. Hermione though was frowning at her watch, pointing out they were still a bit early, and Ron asked why they would have stopped.
Sirius frowned in concern now, his voice matching that expression. The Hogwarts express was one of the most magical objects he'd ever heard of, it hardly just broke down for any reason, and if Hermione said it was too early for it to be stopping, then what on earth could be going on.
Harry suddenly got a very hair raising feeling, something truly awful was fixing to happen, so he blurted out purely to delay it, "you know, I've never thought about it before, but how come school always starts on a Monday that's always September 2nd? That isn't really possible is it?"
"Its part of the Magic of Hogwarts, it kind of exists in its own little time pocket," Lily explained at once. They all noticed how Harry seemed to be slowly losing color, fidgeting and starting to rub at his temple, which were all horrible signs that something very awful was about to happen.
Harry asked for a bit more, still wanting to delay as long as he could, "so you mean the day of the weeks there really aren't the same as they should be."
"Not really," James agreed, "I asked Lily about this a few times, and she said she read it in a few books about how the magic bordering the school, keeping out anything but allowing students and teachers and such, that sustains that magic seems to make a skewed timeline. Apparently it registers the same, for example back during your second year when you got caught in the flying car, it was the same night to you as the rest of the world, but it wouldn't have been a Sunday night to them but a Tuesday...did I get that right dear?" He finished, giving her a cheeky little grin at Lily's indulgent smile.
"Mostly yes, you left out some details I'll forgive, I'm just impressed you remembered that at all." She returned affectionately, and Harry smiled to himself as he realized it had worked, however temporarily, and he was feeling almost at peace again.
Pressing further he asked, "but if the train is what causes that, how come Ron and I made it in the car?"
"You were following the train," Remus reminded, "in a magical object, so the magic the train gives off creating this effect would have affected that Anglia as well. It also would have registered you as two students, so if two adults had tried that same trick, they never would have been able to follow the train in that same manner, they would have had to been invited onto the grounds by Dumbledore, or at least another teacher."
Harry nodded in disappointment as he realized he was out of questions, but he'd done what he set out to do, the others looked far calmer as Sirius continued.
Then the lights went out.
"Sirius, relax," Harry tried to sooth, all the while his tone said the exact opposite was appropriate. His memory was very forcibly trying to show him, or warn him, of some very bad impending things.
Sirius did hesitate for a moment longer to give Harry a reassuring smile, giving them all a brief reminder that Harry was clearly okay with whatever was about to happen physically anyways, his attitude was still scaring them almost as much as the book itself. Now as tense and jumpy as a cat Sirius read on.
Harry asked if the train could have broken, but none of them knew.
"Not possible," Lily whimpered loud enough for all of them to hear, now clutching Harry's hand tightly in hers again just for that small reassurance. Harry had a very strong impulse, which he followed, to squeeze right back; instantly confusing him. What on earth could this memory have to do with wanting his mother?
Lily took the comfort from her son for a moment before properly explaining, "the Hogwarts Express is magically enchanted almost as much as the school itself, nothing could just make it brake."
"Then what's doing this?" James demanded of nothing.
Outside through the mess of the storm, Ron swore he could see people getting onto the train.
"What?" James demanded, looking ready to reach forward and take the book away from Sirius.
He stopped him, swatting him away, while Remus was frowning and offered, "they must have been invited on, there is no other explanation."
"I've never heard of anything like this," Lily groaned, her hand tightening on Harry's all the more. "Who would be getting on? Why?"
"Guess Hogwarts wanted to take pity on some hitchhikers," Sirius grumbled without any humor at all, now rushing on for a real answer.
Outside they could hear people moving about the compartments, all looking for someone else to somehow find an answer, and Harry heard their own door slide open again as someone came shuffling in, and Harry recognized him as Neville.
"Can't blame that kid one bit," James nodded.
Neville made to sit down, and accidentally sat on the cat.
That random comment released a surprised snort of mirth from Sirius, but it didn't last long enough for him to delay.
Hermione made to get up and go ask the conductor what was going on, but she ran into someone else at the door, which turned out to be Ginny.
"Aw, that's so sweet she'd go looking for Ron," Lily murmured.
"I don't like all of these students moving around though," Remus frowned, bouncing around in agitation now, "it's still creepy that something's getting on, it would be safer if they stayed still in one place."
"You can't really blame them for seeking out friends and older siblings," Lily chided at once.
"No," he nodded, "just my personal advice."
They were all talking at once now, trying to decide what was going on, when an unfamiliar voice told them all to be quiet.
They all lit up at once, having almost forgotten Remus was there in their new panic. After all it could hardly be anyone else, since Harry hadn't recognized the voice. James and Sirius at once took back any bad feelings they'd had, now knowing without a shadow of a doubt their friend could handle whatever was fixing to happen that had Harry so on edge in this room.
Professor Lupin had awoken at last, and he quickly drew the attention of all the children as he lit a blue flame in his hand,
"Why would you use the Bluebell Fire instead of Lumos?" Harry randomly asked.
"I prefer that spell because quite a few things are afraid of fire, and it provides just as much light," he shrugged.
showing his pale face, but intelligent eyes as he scanned the room. He told them all to wait here while he made for the door, but before he got there it opened on its own. Harry felt cold at once, a deadly chill creeping over him as he made out a dark hooded figure, a hand creeping out of the folds, which was skeleton gray but gleaming as if wet or still decaying.
Sirius was near fainting by the end of this description. No one, not even Harry after Remus' thorough description of these monsters, needed to ask what had boarded the train, or even why.
"This is ridiculous!" Lily spat hotly, her green eyes shining with light as she continued, "those bloody things shouldn't be allowed anywhere near these children! Sirius can't even get on the train unless a staff member from Hogwarts invited him on, so what do they think they're doing?"
Harry quickly asked very loudly, watching Sirius with concern to make sure he really didn't faint, "what do you mean? Remus was on the train?" He also had a vague feeling another teacher was on the train with him at some point, but that was only the hint of something he knew better than to try remembering.
James, still torn between wanting to yell all over again in defense of his friend, or hug him, answered Harry, "like we said, the train's got all sorts of magic surrounding it allowing its entrance to Hogwarts, not just anyone can get on, only the students. Why do you think the parents never help load their kids' luggage. So unless," then he trailed off, going bright eyed himself and turning to Remus, now almost beaming as he finished, "unless someone did invite him on?"
Remus cocked his head to the side in wonder as he pondered this. He would like to think Sirius would have contacted him after he got out of prison, and it's not like Remus would think twice about helping him. Why wouldn't he help Sirius get to Hogwarts, since as of right now he honestly wouldn't put it past his friend to be trying to get into contact with Harry as well? Aloud he said, "I've no idea. If I did, then I would be regretting it then."
Sirius had to swallow very hard around a lump in his throat, but when no one offered anything more, he finally forced himself to read again.
Then the worst part came, when a sound reached Harry's ears that resembled a drowning man gasping for breath, a soul sucking noise looking for something deeper than oxygen.
"Sirius, do you want someone else to read?" Lily asked kindly.
James and Remus gave her grateful looks, they had been fixing to ask themselves, the only thing stopping them was his response, which he gave to their predictions.
He fired up and went from stuttering and shuddered disgust, he couldn't help but think of himself in the future being crammed inside with those things constantly whenever they were mentioned now, to outrage that Lily thought he needed to be pandered. He snapped, "don't patronize me Lily, I'm a big boy," and went on in more huffy tones.
Lily smiled grimly to herself, and Harry wasn't the only one who realized Lily had done this on purpose.
Harry couldn't see, couldn't hear anything but the terrible noise. He could feel his eyes rolling into his head, cold the only thing he knew as he began falling, the terrible sound getting louder every second,
Then they frowned all over again, Sirius switching back to fearful as he could think of several things that would be considered this poor kid's worst memories. Voldemort sticking out the back of some guys head for one, being poisoned by a giant snake, the worst part is he could go on! Then he glanced over and saw Harry leaning in to Lily, which he found rather odd. Harry had been pretty stoic through most of these misadventures, so what on earth could he be remembering that would make him want his mother's touch now?
Still half afraid, and now half curious, he read.
when something new began to come forward, from far away he could faintly hear someone screaming.
Harry was shuddering, extremely white and going almost clammy as he remembered that sound all too well. The sound of his mother's voice cut in, making him almost jump... it couldn't possibly have been her screaming was it? Her voice now wasn't nearly as high pitched as the memory...but were they the same? Then her words sank in, and he forced himself to remember where he was and what exactly was going on. Giving his head a firm shake he focused back in on this world as Lily said, "-you alright? Harry, please, what's the matter."
He pressed his hand to his forehead, pulling it away when he realized he was sweating, and murmured, "don't know. I've no idea what that could have been a memory of."
This was a lie, his mind knew full well what was being repressed, and he almost wondered if this wasn't one of those moments he might not want to get that particular memory back. His words didn't make anyone else feel any better either. What on earth could Harry have remembered that would involve someone screaming like that? Obviously nothing they had read about covered it, it wasn't from his childhood or he would remember it...then what?
The four of them were exchanging panicked looks, but Harry had no clue what to offer them this time for comfort. Swallowing back bile, Sirius wondered if Harry might come out of it having a better idea, and hopefully tell Remus then, so read uneasily.
He knew he should do something, but there was cold and white everywhere...then someone was shouting his name and slapping him on the face, and he sat bolt upright to find himself on the floor of the train, which was moving along again.
'Thank goodness it's gone,' Lily groaned, hoping she wouldn't have to deal with those things ever again. They caused far too horrible reactions, now in two of her boys!
Ron and Hermione were on either side of him, terror all over their faces as they watched him. Neville and Lupin looked pretty similar as they stared down at him.
'What a lovely reunion,' Remus mentally grumbled, only imagining what he had been thinking of seeing Harry again in this future, and it being spoiled like this.
Harry still felt terrible, cold and sticky all over, and likely to be sick any moment, while Ron helped him back onto his seat and asked if he was okay.
"Oh yeah, he's just peachy," James scowled, hating to hear about his son in such an awful condition.
Harry said that he was fine, then asked who'd been screaming? Ron said he hadn't heard anything like this, and Harry glanced around to find the others saying the same, even Ginny who was huddled up in the corner and looking paler then Harry was used to.
They were all frowning for this poor kid, not even needing to guess that her worst memory was probably still plaguing her nightmares after last year.
Harry insisted he'd heard someone screaming, but cut himself off in shock when he heard a crack. Lupin had dug out some chocolate, and was breaking it apart.
"Why do you have that?" Sirius asked suspiciously.
"Is it so odd for him to have some food on him?" Harry asked, giving a weak laugh at what he thought was an overreaction.
James and Lily were both frowning though, James adding, "no, I agree with Sirius, bit of an odd coincidence that Remus happened to have something on him that makes people feel better after they run into a dementor."
"So, you think you did know about the dementors getting on the train?" Lily asked, still feeling rather odd asking anything in regards to Remus being present for this.
Remus threw his hands up in the air, looking rather agitated as he snapped, "how should I know?"
"Cool it Moony," Sirius grumbled, giving him a nudge in the ribs, "no one's blaming you but yourself. At least you got the thing out." Sirius knew exactly why Remus was on edge right then, he was most likely blaming himself for not acting faster and getting that Dementor out of the compartment before Harry had such a severe reaction.
Sirius' guess was exactly right, and Remus then gave Lily a sheepish smile and slumped back in his seat, still rather annoyed at his future self. He'd been in the room with Harry again for how long now, and he not only hadn't introduced himself to Harry properly, but he'd let that situation go on far too long. He should have used that charm the moment he had awoken, if the others' guess was right and he had been forewarned of Dementors would be on the train. It also answered his earlier question, that no he most certainly hadn't helped Sirius get on the train, the dementors would have found him no matter where he'd been hiding on it.
There was another long, drawn out silence after this horrible moment, and they were all wishing it would just stop soon. They hadn't even reached the school yet, and so far this was the worst book possible for all of them. Still, it's not like they had anything else to do about it, so Sirius forced himself to keep going.
He handed the largest piece to Harry, telling him to eat it. Harry took it, but then just stared at it.
"You don't realize how lucky you are," James said weakly, trying and failing for a joke, "Remus doesn't share food lightly."
Remus didn't raise to the bait, and Harry only gave a halfhearted grin at his father.
He instead asked what that thing was, and Lupin explained it was called a dementor, one from Azkaban. He stuffed the empty wrapper in his pocket, having given some out to all of them now, and told them to eat up while he went to go and find the conductor, before leaving altogether.
"What was that?" Sirius demanded, now scowling over at said man.
Remus shrugged and looked to the ceiling as he murmured, "that was me making a quick exit I presume."
"Leave it Sirius," James sighed, pressing his face into his hands as he finished, "I can hardly blame him for delaying that. It wasn't exactly a very nice time to get into such a topic with all of his friends around."
Remus looked a little better, making Lily and Harry chuckle to themselves that his actions being explained to him by James made him feel better. Sirius rolled his eyes, Remus had more impulse control then he did, since he was sure the moment he laid eyes on Harry he was going to try blurting out all kinds of things. He was positive if the Knight Bus hadn't interrupted, he probably would have already.
Hermione turned back to Harry and asked if he was really okay, and Harry just asked what on earth had happened. Hermione tried to explain that when the dementor had come in, Harry had kind of...she trailed off, and Ron explained that Harry seemed to go into some kind of fit as he fell off his seat jerking around.
"That's a pretty sever reaction to something you can't even remember now," Lily whispered, still keeping a maternal eye on Harry.
He simply shrugged, feeling shame start to replace fear. Why did he have such a sever reaction, when clearly Ron was fine?
Hermione jumped back in by saying that Lupin had stepped in then, telling that none of them were hiding Sirius Black, but when the dementor still hadn't gone he'd shot some silver thing at it, making the dementor go away.
Remus grumbled something foul about himself under his breath, bordering along the lines of he still should have reacted faster mixed in with a few choice words, but Sirius was still ignoring him.
Neville agreed it was the worst feeling he'd ever had in his life, Ron adding on it had given him the feeling he could never be cheerful again. Ginny was still curled into herself and gave a light sob.
"That poor girl," James frowned in concern, "like she really needed to be reminded of her last year."
Harry was frowning in real concern, wanting to go back and hug the girl now and try to make sure she was okay, but he'd been a little preoccupied with his own reaction at the time.
Hermione gave her a small hug, but Harry instead asked hadn't any of them fallen down as well? Ron was still watching Harry very carefully as he admitted that Ginny had been shivering like crazy, but no.
Remus was quick to explain the different reactions people would have to dementor effects. It was all too clear on Harry's face now what he was feeling, and none of them wanted him to feel like that when it wasn't his fault how he reacted to this type of thing.
Harry nodded in understanding, very grateful to have this explained to him now rather than sitting on it, and finally understanding why he might have a sense a Deja' vu about Remus telling him this. He very well might have asked him later this school year.
Harry didn't understand, he still felt like he'd spent a week running a fever, and why hadn't anyone else reacted like he had?
"Your reaction wasn't that bad," Sirius said bracingly, taking pity on his pup and admitting something he was very not proud of. "My first time running into a dementor, I remembered back to when I'd been locked up with that dragon in Gringotts and I ran for it. Didn't think twice about it, course I felt just as ashamed as you after the fact."
Harry gave his godfather a full blown smile then, realizing what it took for Sirius to admit to this. He still thought passing out was still a far worse reaction than running, but he understood what he was trying to do all the same and appreciated it.
Lupin came back in then, and when he saw all of them holding melting pieces of chocolate, he made the joke that he hadn't poisoned it. Harry went to take a bite, and found himself warmed all over.
"Lesson number one, take his advice when it comes to dealing with creatures," James told Harry wisely.
"I'm sure I remember that," Harry smiled right back, more than pleased some of that horrible mood was finally leaking back out of the room. All five of them were almost eager to keep reading now, wondering when exactly Remus was going to pull Harry aside so they could talk, hopefully with a simple and understandable explanation of why it hadn't happened already.
Then he told all of them that they'd be arriving at the castle very soon, before asking if Harry was alright by name. Harry didn't bother to ask how he'd known his name.
Remus' face twisted all over again with self-hatred and annoyance, Harry should have grown up knowing the answer to that dammit, but no one said anything about it this time.
He just muttered that he was fine before turning away with embarrassment all over again. They all remained quiet the rest of the trip, not having much to say as they went out into the weather,
Then they all felt a sinking feeling residing in them as they realized Remus hadn't exactly seized an opportunity quite yet. Then Lily said what they were all thinking, "I'm sure he just didn't want to risk being interrupted, the trains not exactly private after all. I wouldn't even be too surprised if he waits until tomorrow after all of your classes are over, and asks you to his office or something."
She said it with such confidence, it made the other boys feel better at once, but Harry was still frowning. Why wouldn't he believe his mother about this? Surely Remus did come talk to him, explain away what was bothering them all now...right?
and the cacophony of the many pets displaying their protest to the rain, even Neville's toad who could be heard croaking under his hat.
"Glad he didn't lose him again," James smirked, remembering back to their first year and the mysterious missing Trevor, glad Neville seemed to have found a way to keep a better eye on his pet.
They followed the short path up to the school carriages, said their hello's to Hagrid whose job was to escort the first years down a different way to boats, and then climbed into the warm seats pulled by invisible horses.
"Nah, you'll learn about those sometime in your sixth or seventh year," Remus shrugged.
"So, what are they?" Harry asked, feeling grumpy all over again at having to ask a question he should know.
This time Sirius explained, and Harry nodded as he remembered them mentioning these odd beasts earlier, but then asked, "so you can only see them when you've seen someone die?"
"Yep," Sirius agreed.
"Then how come Harry didn't see them after he technically saw Quirrell die?" James asked, now realizing this hadn't exactly come up at the end of the last two books when he would have taken the carriages back.
"Harry passed out before he actually saw Quirrell die," Lily reminded, "we didn't even know he was dead until Dumbledore told us."
"Oh yeah," he nodded.
Since Sirius had given Harry a pretty good description of the beasts, Harry let the matter go, but he was still wondering why he had a good idea he knew these beasts better.
Harry had started to feel better since he'd eaten the chocolate, but still weak. His friends kept throwing covert looks his way, like they thought he was going to pass out again any second.
"I really wish you had explained better what dementors were then," Sirius grumbled.
"So do I," Remus agreed, more than frustrated with himself...which was an odd feeling, being mad at something you hadn't technically done yet.
There were two more dementors hovering just outside the gates of the school,
"Yes, because I'm so sure I'm just going to come waltzing through the front gates, please give me a little credit," Sirius huffed. James and Remus rolled their eyes, but Sirius had said that with an almost normal tone of voice, a first since finding out and referring to himself, so they let the comment slide.
and Harry had to fight hard against another cold feeling creeping up on him again. Then they moved past, and he went back to feeling just semi nauseous until the carriages stopped and they climbed out, to a less then pleasant welcome as someone said behind him that they'd heard from Neville that Harry had fainted.
"Who did Neville tell that would be mocking Harry like that?" Lily said in outrage.
Harry defended his friend at once, still grimacing in annoyance as his memory recognized all too well that tone of voice, but he knew Ron had asked/ snapped at Neville about this later so he explained, "Neville and Ginny had been talking about it in their own carriage when they had been getting in one, and Malfoy overheard. He didn't mean to start this."
Lily backed down, mollified at once, but Sirius was still rather annoyed enough his tone showed it as he read.
Ron turned on Malfoy and told him to piss off, but Malfoy was still laughing, asking if the dementors had scared him as well? None of them had a chance to respond when Lupin got out of his own carriage behind them.
"Professor Lupin is the best," James said, then burst out cackling when he realized how much fun this could be.
Sirius was frowning at him though, slightly miffed as he said, "you couldn't have held off on that? I wanted Ron to punch him."
"So sorry my timing wasn't to your liking," Remus rolled his eyes at him.
Malfoy gave Lupin an unkind appraising look, taking in his thin frame and very old clothes, before giving an unconvincing no, adding on Professor at the end in the most degrading way possible before walking off.
"And I already hated this kid before," Sirius scowled down at the book now, "but if he really gives you crap I'm going to insist someone needs to knock his lights out."
"I think I can handle a third year picking on me Sirius," Remus smirked at him, still warmed all the same, and flashing back to a few times when Sirius had made that threat about any other kid who picked on him for his appearance.
The three of them went into the castle then, only for Harry and Hermione to immediately be called aside.
"What did they do now?" James demanded of nothing, Merlin they'd just stepped foot in.
"Why Hermione?" Lily puzzled, long since used to Harry seeming to get more attention than any of them wanted, "and I agree, what on earth could this be about?"
They turned to find McGonagall waving them over to her,
"Well at least it wasn't Snape or Filch trying to blame them for something before school even started," Sirius grumbled.
with a look on her face that made Harry think he was already in trouble.
"She has that effect on everybody," Remus smirked.
She clearly noticed this, telling them to relax and she just wanted to talk to them in her office.
"A word about what though?" Harry asked, still a little on edge at that remembered look.
All of them shrugged, not having the faintest idea.
Then she told Ron to go inside and escorted them to her office, starting on Harry and telling that Lupin had sent word ahead something had happened to Harry on the train.
"Oh Remus, you didn't," Harry groaned, going bright red with remembered embarrassment.
Remus however was smiling, finally pleased with something he'd done in this future, as he explained to Harry, "oh I'm very sure I did. You shouldn't be embarrassed about what happened to you Harry, but I'd still feel much better if you were double checked by someone."
Harry grumbled to himself, not in any kind of agreement because of the fuss he knew this would cause, but it caused the others to continue smiling more broadly. Finally, here was something they had all been hoping for since the very first book, someone who really was there simply to look after their little Harry.
Harry tried to protest, but then the school nurse came in, Madam Pomfrey, took one look at Harry and stated he must have been up to something dangerous again.
"She makes it sound like I do this on purpose," Harry fumed to himself.
McGonagall explained for him it had been a dementor, and Pomfrey was not pleased as she began checking Harry over, muttering her distaste at those things in this school, around delicate children,
"I'm not delicate," Harry said in outrage, causing Sirius to burst into unrestrained laughter.
He refused to explain why though, swallowing back more laughter as he read.
Harry rebutted he wasn't delicate!
Causing the rest of them to snicker as well at Harry's mirrored response. Harry crossed his arms and grumbled about them picking on him.
McGonagall asked what he needed, should he stay the night in the hospital wing?
"Oh he shouldn't be that bad," James rolled his eyes, "he's really had all the treatment that could be given."
Harry protested this at once, horror already coming to him as he realized what kids like Malfoy would have to say about that.
"I swear teachers were never young," Sirius agreed in disgust, they never seemed to understand what their actions could do to a student's status.
"I think I should resent that comment now," Remus butted in, grinning from ear to ear at being able to say that.
Sirius appraised him for a moment, before amending, "okay, most teachers."
Madam Pomfrey said he should be fine so long as he ate some chocolate, and Harry said he'd already had some, from Lupin. Pomfrey was pleased, saying that for once they had a Defense teacher who knew what they were doing.
"DADA huh," James said in approval, "well I couldn't be happier, at least now Harry finally has a competent teacher!"
"Thank Merlin," Sirius agreed, nearly bouncing in place in excitement. "I'm almost happy to be able to hold off on all those insults I've been coming up with, and push them off for another year."
"I am equally delighted you both have so much faith in me, and offended you think something's going to happen to me at the end of this year Sirius," Remus smiled indulgently at the pair of them, continuing by addressing Sirius again. "What exactly do you think is going to happen? I like to think I might even be able to break that stupid rumor, I'm not superstitious."
"Oh I don't know," Sirius shrugged, not looking very concerned by the matter, "in fact, you've got my vote of confidence for doing just that."
"Well now I'm all settled then," he rolled his eyes indulgently, causing the others to continue laughing at the pairs exchange.
Lily kept her lips pursed and her thoughts to herself, disagreeing with the boys and rather wishing he had been taken up for Care of Magical Creatures instead. There was no curse on that position after all to even be a worry, and the less of that the better.
When Harry confirmed that he really was okay, McGonagall asked him to step into the hallway because she wanted to speak privately with Hermione about her schedule, but to wait for them.
"McGonagall's probably telling her she can't actually take all of those classes," Lily remembered sadly.
"But she's already bought all of her textbooks," Sirius protested with a frown, "shouldn't they have done this before the year started, like last year?"
"Maybe they can come up with some sort of deal so that she can rearrange her schedule?" Harry offered, nodding to himself as he was pretty sure this answer felt right.
"Can't see how that would happen," James disagreed, "like we said, some of those happen at the same time."
Harry waited outside as Pomfrey went away, still grumbling to herself about the things around this school. He didn't wait long though when Hermione came back out looking quite pleased,
"Well lookie there," Remus raised a brow in surprise, "looks like Harry was right."
"How though," Sirius insisted, "private lessons?"
Harry shrugged when he realized they were actually expecting him to answer, saying, "she didn't tell me, that was just me trying to guess."
They speculated a few more ideas, but when they finally realized they wouldn't really know until lessons started, let the matter go for now.
then they all went down to the Great Hall where Flitwick was carrying away the standard stool and hat that was used to sort first years.
"Hadn't thought of that," Lily nodded, "McGonagall wasn't the one to do the opening ceremony. Guess I would have thought that the first years would have just waited on her."
"Something else I've never seen before," James grinned.
Hermione was disappointed they'd missed the event of watching the new students be sorted into Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Gryffindor, or Ravenclaw.
"I still don't understand why this book keeps randomly explaining things we all know," Sirius rolled his eyes.
"Probably some weird catch that has to do with the spell these were created with," Remus shrugged.
McGonagall went up to the teachers table while Harry and Hermione went over to the Gryffindor, taking a seat on either side of Ron, while Harry was trying to ignore all the looks of students watching him, wondering if it was possible the whole school knew of his dementor debacle already.
"Sadly, I can believe that," James said with a wince for his son. Looks like another first week that was going to consist of people gawking at his boy.
Ron asked what they'd been doing, and Harry was fixing to explain when Dumbledore stood up to make his speech, and watching his headmaster Harry couldn't help but feel more at peace right then than he had since before his train ride.
While the boys couldn't help but smile at this, they did tend to feel the same way around such a calming and powerful figure that was their headmaster, Lily felt a sinking feeling as she suddenly wondered if perhaps Harry might even be projecting a sense of parent on Dumbledore? It's not as if he had anyone else to connect to like this.
He began by welcoming them all to school, but pointing out the search of the train,
"Was trying to forget that honestly," Sirius grumbled.
was instructed by the school itself. The dementors were on the grounds of Hogwarts this year by order of the Ministry of Magic, while pausing for a moment leading Harry to remember that Arthur had mentioned Dumbledore's distaste with the creatures.
"And now you know exactly why," James grumbled with his own distaste.
He went on by telling them that there were dementors at every in and out of the school, and could not be fooled by anything, not even invisibility cloaks. Harry and Ron glanced at each other.
"Why?" Remus grinned. "You know he knows you have it."
"Just thought it was odd he pointed that thing in particular," Harry shrugged.
Dumbledore warned that these were not things that could be reasoned with, and it was best to avoid them if at all possible. He then instructed that the Head Boy and Girl were given special permission to make sure no students did anything that had to do with the dementors. Percy puffed himself up, making himself look as important as possible in that moment. Dumbledore took another short pause, continuing on seriously,
"Not as Sirius as I could I'm sure," said man smirked, ducking instinctively as both of his friends made to smack him. He then quickly hurried on, still smirking.
that he did have some good news, and addressed the newest teacher Professor Lupin, who had consented to taking the Defense Against the Dark Arts job.
"Consented," James smirked over at him, "like you didn't faint from happiness when he asked you to."
Remus shrugged though, not exactly arguing with James, but also rather weary all the same. He knew for a fact he could put the same measures in place as he had when he was younger, and make absolutely sure he never did harm a student, but he also had the lingering fear as he did when he was a child. If anyone, students or parents, found out what he was he had no doubts he'd be forcibly removed from the school. Now though, a new tightening was also beginning to happen in his throat as he realized the circumstances he'd been planted in. Not only would he be locked up in the Shrieking Shack without his friends, but he'd be having the ghost of his memories haunting him in that castle. He shook it off, gave a weak chuckle for James' benefit, but Sirius still gave him a perturbed look before reading on anyways.
Very few people clapped at the announcement,
"Ouch," Lily winced in sympathy, but Remus quickly waved her off, saying, "I'm not heartbroken. You didn't hear them applauding Lockheart or Quirrell did you? Being a teacher is hardly a popularity contest."
"Please Remus, don't even bother comparing yourself to those two loons," Harry said, rolling his eyes in contempt. "I've known you for a few days and I don't need memories to know you'll be ten times better then them."
"That's what I was going to say," Sirius smirked, then pretended to pout as he continued, "though now I am slightly upset myself that I have to hold back on all those new insults I came up with for this position."
"My heart goes out for you," James snorted.
the only ones doing it with any real heart were the select Gryffindors who'd been in the compartment that Lupin had saved. Harry couldn't help but notice though how he looked even less then healthy and even more shabby compared to all of the other teachers.
Remus couldn't help but wince, having a pretty good idea his finances over the years hadn't gotten any better, but he wouldn't let anyone pause to give him sympathy for it, nearly pushing the book against Sirius' nose to make him keep going.
Ron then told Harry to take a look at Snape.
"Oh Merlin yes," James crowed, pumping his fist in the air and bouncing around like he had a sudden sugar rush.
Sirius wasn't any better, he started laughing so hard the book nearly slipped from his grip, while Remus rolled his eyes indulgently at the pair and couldn't hide a smirk himself.
Lily gave scathing looks to all three of them, knowing quite well what had them hooting like morons, but Harry was giving them all puzzled looks so she explained to him, "they're being childish idiots dear. You know as well as I do that Severus wanted the DADA position, so they're lording it that Remus got the job instead."
"It's priceless," Sirius insisted, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
"It also means that Snape can't give Harry too much hell this year," James grinned, still squirming with happiness, "because if McGonagall doesn't stop him Remus will."
Remus bit at his lip, he didn't really know what his friends were expecting. It's not like he could sit in the back of the Potions class and tell off Snape for what he did to Harry. He also knew for a fact he was hardly going to dog him in the corridors to make sure Snape didn't unfairly punish him like he had in the past, he was also rather torn on if he did come along how much help he'd really be. Snape was a teacher just like him, and if Harry was doing something wrong, he would hardly want to let Harry get away with it, in fear of showing Harry favoritism. So he remained silent, still grinning slightly as Lily told them both to shut up. Sirius was still chuckling lightly as he read.
Harry easily spotted him. Snape was well known for wanting that position for himself, but Harry was still shocked to see the look of outright hatred twisting his features that he normally only saved for Harry.
"I would hardly be his favorite person to see again," Remus nodded, "though I didn't exactly go out of my way to bug him like they did," he finished, gesturing at his friends.
Lily narrowed her eyes in annoyance, and James and Sirius took that as a sign not to add anything on. What they didn't know was that Lily was actually getting rather annoyed at her old friend this time. She still hated the way he treated Harry, but if he turned and started acting that way towards Remus as well, she really was going to lose her patience with his actions. Remus was hardly innocent in his friend's actions, but she would be the first to snap at him; he was being childish if he was still going to hold a grudge against him now. She hated what these four boys had done, but she had learned to forgive and forget their stupid actions, why on earth couldn't he?
Dumbledore carried on, mentioning they had another staffing change,
"Oh yeah," James nodded in remembrance, "there's supposed to be a new Care of Magical Creatures teacher too," he leaned in eagerly to hear this one.
as the old Care of Magical Creatures teacher had retired, wanting to save his remaining limbs,
Sirius released a surprised snort of laughter, yeah he couldn't exactly blame him for that, though he was sorry to hear him go.
but Dumbledore had hired Rubeus Hagrid as his replacement,
"Really?" Harry beamed.
"Absolutely," Sirius nodded, grinning right along.
"That's awesome," James nodded eagerly, "no one could do better then Hagrid at that."
"Does that mean they'd need a new gamekeeper though?" Remus asked, just as happy as the others, but still thinking more big picture.
Sirius looked down curiously.
for the job, who'd gladly accepted along with keeping his original title of gamekeeper.
"Wow," Lily forced a laugh to hide her disappointment her idle idea clearly had no hope now, "well I'm more then happy to hear that."
"So, for once, Harry will actually get a good education all year," James smirked.
"Just so long as Hagrid doesn't try and bring another dragon to class for a lesson," Sirius muttered, mostly to himself.
The trio more than happily applauded this, noting Hagrid's look of embarrassment. Ron was laughing then, pointing out that it made sense he would be the one to get them all to buy a biting book.
That released surprised and happy laughter from all of them, yes it did seem Hagrid's type now they thought about it.
Hagrid was trying to subtly wipe his eyes on the tablecloth at the staff table.
"Aw," Lily cooed.
"Can't blame him one bit," Remus nodded in understanding. He more than anyone knew what it felt like to be something someone didn't particularly have much faith in, but had been given such a chance as this.
Harry knew what this must mean to Hagrid, as he'd been kicked out of school at thirteen for a murder he had not done, meaning he wasn't technically a full wizard.
"Doesn't matter," Sirius said, though no one had asked him, he kept going anyways, "you don't have to be a fully qualified wizard to teach Magical Creatures."
"Wasn't that charge dropped anyways?" James asked.
"Yes, but I never asked why he didn't chose to go back to school," Harry shrugged.
After the food was served and everyone else was heading off to bed, Harry and his friends went up to congratulate him in person, but Hagrid didn't get much coherency as he started crying with pleasure all over again and McGonagall told them to get to their dormitories.
"Aw," Lily squealed again.
Remus couldn't help but lean down and whisper something into Sirius' ear, causing him to laugh quite loudly, and Lily to shoot the pair poisonous looks, making Sirius quick to hurry on.
They caught up with the rest of their house and went up to their tower, waiting for Percy to get there and tell them the new password, making Neville bemoan. He was well known for commonly forgetting the secret word to gain entrance.
"Write them down on something?" Sirius suggested with a shrug.
"You're not supposed to," Lily said at once, "what if another student found it?"
"I'd rather he did that then get locked out," Remus said in sympathy.
They went inside to find all their stuff already in their rooms, and Harry beamed around finding himself home once more.
"I remember that feeling," Sirius nodded, passing the book along to Harry for his turn.
HPHPHPHP
*I know all of you guys have been hyped up for the big Sirius reveal, and I'm so glad you all found it to be good and in character, but this is the chapter I've been most anxious to get to. Remus is unabashedly my favorite character! (Have you ever noticed if you ask an HP fan who their favorite character is, no one actually says Harry.) I've spent many a long hours trying to understand why and where he was during Harry's life, and I do hope you guys liked the reasons I provided. More will keep coming the more they understand about Harry's and Remus' life later in books five and six, I've got some more theories and add on's then, but until then hope you enjoyed!
** I looked it up, and poor Remus, it was actually a full moon that night, even though Sept. 1st 1993 was actually a Wednesday, but hey logistics of magic means the true full moon was the night before/that morning. He's recovering from it, hence he was okay for the feast that night and why he slept most of the trip; he'd been awake all night as a werewolf.
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✩ ⋆* ☾ I’VE HEARD MANY THINGS ABOUT THAT HAN YEONG HWAN …
An ILLEGITIMATE PRINCE of the palace, they are a TWENTY-FOUR YEAR OLD NEUTRAL and the son of Court Lady Han (Prince #CLH). In another life, I imagine they would look a lot like KANG HANEUL. What a shame that such a person faces such adversity …
HISTORY: 
Yeong Hwan has been misunderstood since his illegitimate birth. When he was young, his reserved and introverted demeanor was often mistaken as resentment and disrespect for the king and his own siblings. Truth be told, he did always feel like the odd one out when it came to him and his siblings. He knew that his mother wasn’t a queen and that his parents weren’t married, but he never felt any resentment towards his family because of this. As people made assumptions about him, however, he started to feel alienated from the royal family, even though he carried the title of a prince.
When he was 16 and people’s doubts about him still hadn’t subsided, he voiced his thoughts to his mother. He felt like he didn’t belong in the palace, that he was a prince just by title–which was a meaningless title at that. That’s when his mother reminded him that king Hyeonjong was also considered illegitimate by his own mother. This gave him strength–for the first time he felt like he had a unique connection to his father that none of his siblings could relate to. It allowed him to dream, that maybe one day, if fate decided it, he could continue his father’s legacy even though the odds were against him. That way he could still be somebody.
Yes, he often felt like his life didn’t have purpose. Why was he here when he was so obviously not the same status as his siblings? The prospect of making something bigger of his life, of taking matters into his own hands, steered him towards martial arts, archery and sword fighting. He discovered that the physical exercise was not only a great way to let out his frustrations and stress, but he started loving having meticulous control over his body. It was the one thing he had complete say over. He grew up to be a talented swordsman and still devotes a lot of time to perfecting his ever growing skills.
His youth was a never-ending struggle with his self worth. He thought himself weak for being so bothered by it in the first place. He often told himself not to be so sensitive, that he was only as worthless as he made himself to be. He grew a lot in his late teens, in both build and confidence. His physical strength was quickly followed by blossoming confidence and determination that he could do anything he set his mind to, as long as he gave himself the time to do so. He admired his father, who he believed also did this for himself, though he never got a chance to tell him this. It devastated him when people suspected him of being the one behind the murder, but because of his personality, he didn’t know how to make people believe otherwise. He has always denied it, but his stubborn and seemingly cold personality left him not very likeable for a lot of people. Aware of this fact but unwilling to pretend to be different, he has given up on trying to convince people it wasn’t him.
PERSONALITY:
Yeong Hwan is a person who believes in hard work, perseverance and relying on yourself rather than other people. He believes he won’t get anywhere in life if he doesn’t put in the maximum amount of effort, and doesn’t mind doing so either. He’ll look down on anyone who takes life for granted, but isn’t someone to quickly call people out when they do. He thinks quitting before getting something done, whether it is perfecting a fighting technique or showing up at an extremely tedious royal event that he really doesn’t want to go to, is not an option for him. He has also taken it upon himself to not get too attached to anyone in the palace. He knows that he is at a disadvantage when it comes to his status, and that some people don’t even consider him a prince, because of his mother. He always expects the worst in people, that way it can only get better. The only person he wholeheartedly trusts is his mother, who doesn’t live in the palace anymore. It would take a tremendous amount of effort to get him to trust a person, and even then, the chance that he has no doubts about said person, is extremely small.
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