Split Decisions by FootInTheDoor
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There was a small, short rap at the door that startled Harry Potter. It was a rarity that anyone eve knocked on the door of 12 Grimmwald place. Without thinking, he quickly unlocked all 7 locks and opened the door. It was pouring rain, he gave a small yell, as he was face to face with a thin figure whose face was hidden beneath a rain soaked hood.
“I hugged you for what I thought would be the last time. I watched you say goodbye to Remus. Listened when you asked him to take care of me and our child. Remus and I watched as you were thrown into that boat and were toted away to Azkaban,” she whispered as if reliving a nightmare.
And You Are?
“Well good morning to you, Harry. Please sit down and join us.”
A Week In Hell
Sirius gets a stern talking to from Remus.
Let the Meeting Begin
The Order gathers at Grimmwauld Place to attend a meeting.
“What will be solved if we argue within our ranks?” he rhetorically asked. “Old disagreements from our youth must be set aside to better the lives of future youth. Sirius, if nothing else, quiet yourself for Harry's sake. Severus is entitled to his suggestions, Harry's livelihood at Hogwarts and the decisions that make it so belong solely to the headmaster, and that's myself, in case you have forgotten. So please pass judgments and work to accomplish what we had pledged to do."
Sirius reveals his surprise.
Mary finds a shoulder or two to cry on.
SIrius asks Remus to do him a special favor, which only complicates Mary's situation even further.
"Remus? Remus what happened? Did you use a silencing spell?” Mary said confused.
A Surprise Meeting
A Pool of Memories
“I'm not ready for this,” Mary whispered to her mother, who grabbed her daughter's hand. “Why do you have to do this now?” Mary continued. “Sirius has just gone to Azkaban. I've lost my baby. I'm trying to recover. And now you're giving in too?” Mary was malicious, she was obviously confused and scared. “You..you can't leave me now.”
A large crowd erupted from the memory, all of whom were dressed in black. The attendants looked somber as they stood around, apparently consoling one another. Mary stood somewhat away from the group, her long blonde hair blowing in the light breeze.
So this is what its like to have a mother Harry thought to himself.
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