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Brothers And Parents
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Bill asked, climbing out onto the roof to join Ginny in the warm night. She shifted over to make room for him, but didn’t look away from the sky; above her, thousands of stars glittered like diamonds over the busy markets below.
Remus straightened his dress robes and glanced back over the rows of their wedding guests to the cottage.
To Be A Servant
His existence – while markedly better of late than it had been for many months – still mainly consisted of time spent in a meditative sort of state, somewhere caught between dreaming and thinking. Once or twice a week, if he saved his strength, he was able to awaken, and remain awake and alert for a few hours.
It was nice, Ron couldn’t help but think, to be a third year. They’d been able to find a compartment with no trouble at all – all the first years were still on the platform with their families, and all of the second years were in little clusters out in the corridors. Ron and the rest of them were used to the September 1st routine though, and were comfortably sequestered inside a compartment, chatting about the holidays.
A Welcoming Feast
As he clambered out of the carriage and joined the rest of the students heading up the front steps and into the castle, Harry couldn’t help but feel like he’d been hit by the Hogwarts Express, rather than just been riding it.
“Welcome,” Moody said gruffly, “to third year Defence Against the Dark Arts.” His wooden leg clunked on the floor as he limped across the front of the classroom. Everyone was silent, watching and listening, and Moody seemed pleased by that. “If you only learn one thing from me this year, let it be: constant vigilance!”
"My dear... You have- The Grim!"
The Three Brothers
Headaches and Hallows
“Five points from Gryffindor for your tardiness, Potter,” Severus said irritably. “Take a seat – beside Miss Bulstrode will do.”
A surprising number of people were heading down to the Quidditch pitch at the same time as Harry the next morning. He spotted Hydrus – arm still in a sling – and Crabbe, Goyle and Flint the Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Harry also saw Cedric Diggory and a girl who Harry thought might have been one of Hufflepuff’s Chasers, and saw Roger Davies and another boy from the Ravenclaw team.
Harry had expected several things upon his arrival at the Hospital Wing; Madam Pomfrey’s exasperated look and chiding questions, the overpoweringly sterile scent, and to be ushered over to a bed. He did not expect to be greeted by an exhausted looking Hermione, and an irritable Draco.
On The Defensive
"You're looking better," Cho said, falling into step beside Harry, as he and his friends walked to Defence. Cho's friends - Harry recognised the curly haired girl she'd watched tryouts with, but didn’t know any of the others - were a few steps behind them, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw his own friends drop back as well... Or, Hermione did, and tugged Ron back with her.
The Ring And The Rat
It wasn’t Moony that Harry had written to, or Padfoot he’d spoken to, regarding his last Defence lesson; it was Tonks. Her reply arrived on the weekend – so quickly, that Harry wondered if she was in France at the moment, or perhaps visiting Britain.
Aches And Pains
“You boys,” Granger said to Draco, “if it’s not one of you in the Hospital Wing, it’s the other!” For all that her words were exasperated, her tone was concerned, and Wormtail could smell her worry. She moved – probably adjusting her bag – and he bit back a squeak as a heavy book pressed into him.
They'd moved upstairs, into the 3rd year boys' dormitory. From the sounds of things, Seamus was in the shower; faint though it was, Ron could hear him singing. Ginny, who'd followed them up, cast an amused look at the door, before settling herself on Ron's bed. Ron bit his tongue; she’d never have dared try it at home. He suspected, from the smug look she gave him, she knew what he was thinking.
The three of them stared at the small golden hourglass in Hermione's hand. It sat there innocently, though how she was supposed to trust it again after that afternoon, she didn't know.
Matchmaker And Mapmaker
Draco was examining a cockroach cluster with a look of mild revulsion. Harry doubted he’d ever seen one before; it was not something he could imagine ever making its way into the Malfoy household.
Fly Or Fall
“That was better,” Padfoot said, and Harry lowered his wand, doubtful.
Ginny was still sleepy in a well-rested sort of way – she’d had a whole six hours of sleep the night before! - as she shuffled down to the Great Hall for breakfast. She mumbled a vague greeting to Percy as she passed him on the stairs, and was walking down a first floor corridor, trying to decide whether she felt most like eggs or pancakes this morning, when she heard laughter.
Out For Blood
“… and that concludes our work on magical creatures, particularly those that are considered dark and dangerous.” Moody clapped his hands together loudly. Lavender twitched, but she was the only one; a sure sign, in Harry’s opinion, that the class was well used to Moody’s tendency to make sudden, loud noises.
The Concept Of Family
“Ah, Sirius, thank you for coming.”
Padfoot was beside himself, both because Wormtail had been so close and still escaped, but also because of the map’s apparent failure. He and Moony had spent the afternoon before November’s full moon down by the lake with the map, but not had any more success with it than Harry had had in his afternoon with Tonks and the boggart-Dementor.
A Disastrous Date
“All by yourself today?” Padfoot asked, pushing off of the wall of the Hog’s Head.
Wormtail And Padfoot
Growling, Harry felt blindly for the smooth glass of his mirror, and found it, but Wormtail had taken their wands.
Winky The House Elf
“Harry!” Hermione, Ron and Draco looked up from the couches in the common room, but Harry had eyes only for Hermione. “Are you-?”
To Be A Godfather
“Thank you for coming in, Amos,” Dumbledore said politely, but he smelled troubled. Crouch’s house elf let out a low, miserable sound from Diggory’s side; she was wearing an odd, silver collar that Diggory had brought from his Department, and the attached chain was held firmly in Diggory’s hand.
Not According To Plan
The lift slid open and Barty and three others shifted to make room for Black and Robards. Attached to the latter, by a dainty silver chain was a quivering house elf, and Barty glanced at it with nothing more than fleeting curiosity, before reaching past a tiny, grey-haired witch to jab the button to close the doors. The lift jolted sideways.
A Matter Of Perspective
Even without the map - which Ron hadn't thought to grab from Malfoy - Ron was fairly sure he knew where Harry would have gone.
The moment the portrait hole snapped shut behind Potter and Weasleys One and Two - who’d seemed rather stressed about a last minute Quidditch practice that would cut into their packing time - Weasley came and deposited himself in a seat at the table Draco and Granger were occupying.
Return To Privet Drive
The front door of Number Four, Privet Drive was yanked open before Padfoot could even ring the doorbell, and Moony ushered the three of them inside. Harry preferred it that way - quick - because it meant he didn’t have the time to build it up in his head any more than he already had.
The Trouble With Family
“Draco?” Father’s voice came through the ajar door of his study.
Coming And Going
A Christmas Surprise
“I need to talk to you,” Dudley said, and then knocked insistently on the door.
Cho had a nice smile, and Harry was rather alarmed when it was suddenly replaced by a look of horror. Harry became aware of several other things all at once; the first was the sharp, sudden scent of anticipation that spread through the room, the second was that Hermione and Draco - who had previously been on either side of him - had stiffened and drawn their wands, and the third was a jet of yellow light coming toward him.
Theories And Timetables
“Here,” Draco growled, shoving his wand into a baffled Ron’s hands. “I don’t trust myself with it, right now.” He looked furiously at Hydrus, who was talking loudly and proudly with Crabbe and Goyle about Buckbeak the hipporiff’s hearing with the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures; Hagrid had shown Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco the letter at the beginning of the lesson.
“The Cannons?” Chang asked, lowering her quill to look at Ron. Harry looked over his book to glance between them. “Really?”
Admissions And Accusations
“What was the statue in the Chamber?”
Cho didn’t speak to Harry again until the match in March, but they’d made uncomfortable eye-contact several times, and Marietta had growled at him once:
An Unexpected Development
"About time," Remus said, jumping to his feet as Sirius pushed the door open. Matt, who'd showed him in, gave the pair of them a look and excused himself; Sirius' arrival had interrupted his card game with some of the camp's younger occupants.
Home For Easter
Harry flooed into Grimmauld’s kitchen on the second day of the holidays. Kreacher - who’d been decidedly standoffish to Sirius that morning - shoved a plate of toast at him and went to greet Harry, beaming.
Win and Lose
"Did you hear Chang asked me to catch the Snitch for her today- no, of course you wouldn't have - you're still not speaking, are you?" Harry ignored Hydrus, eyes on the red and green of the Chasers. "She's still upset about March, I think."
Cat And Rat
Mrrow! Crookshanks said plaintively, looking first at Hermione, then up at the Fat Lady’s portrait.
Act And React
Ron barely swallowed a groan. It significantly complicated things that the timeturner wasn’t in its usual spot around Hermione’s neck; while Wormtail thankfully didn’t seem to know what it was, there was no way they could leave it in his hands. If he missed with a Stunner, Wormtail might run off with it.
School Under Lockdown
To start with, Draco hadn’t thought much of his friends’ tardiness. Granger was prompt by nature, but neither of the other two were; Weasley was too laid-back to get worked up over things like the time, and Potter had the most incredible ability to get side-tracked. Between mirror-calls with Black, Wood and the Quidditch team, Creevey and his camera and his questions, strange conversations with Lovegood or Zabini, and Potter’s own - occasionally dangerous - curiosity, it was frankly astounding that he ever made it anywhere.
An End To Negotiations
“You’re not going,” Padfoot said, considering Harry’s extended hand for a moment before he set the mirror into it.
Wormtail was on him as soon as he stepped through the doorway.
All Fall Down
Ron awoke groggy and confused for the second time in as many hours. His head stung and pounded, and it took him a moment to remember why, and to remember where he was.
The dementors had retreated but weren’t gone; if Harry strained his ears, he could still hear them. And, with the patronus gone and Padfoot and Wormtail both transformed, Harry’s human emotions were sure to draw them back in.
Thud! Harry stirred.
Questions And Confessions
“Weasley?” Draco pushed the door open and looked around the dormitory. Longbottom was making a token effort to pack, while Finnigan and Thomas sat on Thomas’ bed, their heads bent together over a magazine.
They’d claimed the boy’s dormitory - Neville, Dean and Seamus had taken one look at the three of them and said something about going for a walk.
“Hermione.” Her name was followed by a firm knock on the door, and not a darling or a dear. She knew immediately what it was about, had been expecting this conversation since she stepped off the train, but only Dad had come to pick her up, so it made sense that they’d waited until Mum finished up at work and come home.
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