July 24, 2004

Disclaimer: Hmmm… something clever… something clever…. Sorry, nothing is coming to me so how about the standard, "Do you really think I own any of this? Oh, you do. That's sorta sweet!"

Authors Note: "Good things come to those who wait/ They say patience is a virtue,/ But all I've got is the time it takes me to hurt you." - BBMak They really know how to sum it up, don't they? Hope you enjoy Chapter 10! Go! Frolic and read under the roof of your house! Go!


It was 9:30 in the morning by the time Eleanor got around to checking up on Harry. Kyren and Larna of course had done their rounds, but Eleanor had at least fifteen patients to see to before young Harry Potter would be the top of her list.

Entering the room, she found him still to be unconscious, he hadn't moved a finger since the incident. With relief, she found Sirius looked much the same, resting his head on crossed arms, an intermingling of Harry's arm and his own. Harry lay perfectly still, his chest rising and falling almost mechanically with its consistent rhythm which was steadily gaining strength that it had lost with the attack of the spell. Checking over the bruising and bandaged limbs, she eased what pain she could, healed those scrapes that were small enough to take care of, and made sure that the crook of his arm was carefully wrapped; the point where his transfusion had been inserted and subsequently taken out.

An assessment of his arms and legs still showed damage but most was far from severe. The real test would come when he awoke. Would he still be able to walk and write and function, even recall memories like any other person of the world? Or would he have to work to regain normalcy? Like everybody else she prayed for the former but of course only time would tell.

She looked over the various potions and such that were dripping slowly into his system, ensuring that they were all fixed appropriately to his needs before she was satisfied that her inspection was complete. That is until something caught her eye. The flash of reflected light off of a small pair of glasses; glasses that currently resided on the infamous face of Sirius Black.

Slowly she walked around to the other side of his bed, the artificial sunlight from the artificial window lightly dusted around the room, giving a somewhat serene look to the faces of both sleeping men. Softly she approached the thirty-something year old, having only eyes for the tangled mess of hair, the rubbed-red neck, the hunched shoulders. Upon closer inspection, she noted that the glasses he wore had to be his own as Harry's glasses were still lying on his bedside table where they'd been placed the previous day.

A day. 'My word,' she thought. 'I really am getting old. It feels as if I've been with these two for a year, not a day.'

His clothes, though only moderately out of fashion, were rumpled and not just from wearing them for over twenty-four hours; they were obviously straight off the floor, or out of the dryer at least. The dark circles under his eyes were dissipating, but still held a shadow of a life so fearsome that she had to force herself to look away. She couldn't help but notice the faded scars of long ago and she menacingly wondered if they were souvenirs of Azkaban. She couldn't believe that he was actually here, in front of her, opening himself to the entire hospital community. It would be a joke if the Ministry couldn't catch him here.

But despite all of her angry musings, Sirius appeared torn, frayed. His whole appearance suggested that he hadn't eaten in days and that the sleep he was currently under was the most he gotten in the same amount of time. She couldn't help but admit that as horrible as he looked, he almost seemed relieved in his rest. She also couldn't help but admit that she liked that look on him much better than his stressed out and fearful façade. The nurse in her hated the fact that she was charged to rouse him from such a well-needed slumber, and anxiously she looked back out the window to where Kyren stood at the station, now watching her intently. Eleanor gave her a pleading look that begged Kyren to come and wake him for her. She was certain that whatever reaction he conceived at his waking, it was certainly not going to be a happy one and she already knew that there was bad blood between them; this was sure to only make it worse. But when Kyren looked at her with a pointed gaze saying, "Just do it, don't be a little baby!" she hesitantly placed her hand on his shoulder to shake him awake.

If she was surprised when he didn't jump out of seat with a start, she very surprised when he sleepily broke open his eyelids and wiped the sleep out of his eyes with the back of his wrist. He held in his yawn and peered up at her questioningly.

His subtle awakening put her back a few steps but at least eased her fears and, more bravely than she felt, she said, "I'm sorry, Sirius, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave the room for awhile."

Now he was bolt upright in his seat, listening intently to what she had to say.

"What are you talking about?" he asked in a self-placating voice. "I'm not going anywhere."

"It's nothing major, I assure you. We just need to run some more tests on Harry and you can't be here at that time," she tried to explain, some of her fear returning with his withheld outburst and she looked back at Kyren who only stared back in a very, 'You can take him,' sort of fashion.

"No way," he fought defiantly, "all of the other times I've left something bad has happened. There is no possible way you are getting me out of this room."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," she said, taking a cue of strength from out the window. "Nothing will happen to him, you have my word. The tests are simple and perfectly safe."

"Then why can't I be here?" he asked with reason.

"Because you can't," she replied. "We need him to be isolated from any form of contact, even emotional contact. I'm sorry, but you can't even be on the floor."

"What? Are you kidding me?" he said incredulously.

"No, I'm perfectly sincere. Here, take this," she said, and pulled a small piece of paper from her coat pocket.

Taking it in one hand while keeping the other closely laced with Harry's he read and reread it, finally saying, "What is this?"

"It's a meal ticket," she explained, "for the cafeteria on the fifth floor. From the looks of you, you could do with a good meal and with that ticket, whatever you want is free."

"You're not getting me out of here so easily," he said carefully, yet determinedly. "I'm not leaving Harry for something as trivial as this."

"Yes you are. And if you refuse to go, we will have to call security to escort you there." Sirius' mind hit the brakes and he stopped to think about all of the implications in that sentence. 'Calling security to take me breakfast?' he thought. 'That's not a very clever disguise for them to take me away. I wonder how many people have actually fallen for that one.' Seeing that he had no other choice but to do as she requested, he slipped the paper into his pocket and took Harry's hand firmly in both of his.

"Alright, just, um…. Just give me a minute, okay?"

She looked at him skeptically before saying, "You have three minutes. Any longer and security is taking you upstairs, understood?"

"Yes," he said evenly, and she returned a small, "Three minutes," before closing the door all but a crack behind her.

Glancing out the window, sure that she was far enough away that she wouldn't be able to hear, he leaned over closer to his shattered godson's ear and said, "Alright kid, this is it. I know that I was never the best person to guide and protect you and I know I was never there when you needed me but please Harry, you just have to promise me one thing," he begged. "For all the broken promises I made to you in my dreams, you have to forgive me and promise me this: you have to fight. You can not let something like this overcome and destroy you. You're stronger than that, we've all seen it. I'm so sorry but I'm afraid I won't make it, kid, and I'll have to leave you alone all over again. But please, for me and for all of those people out there that care about you, the real you… you have to survive. You have to grow up and be the man you're father dreamed you would be and the gentleman that you're mother raised you as. You have to get married and have children of your own so you can take them to the skate parks and Quidditch matches. You have to become a little old man with coke-bottle glasses and a sturdy cane that plays pranks on the boys in the joke shops. You have to become the man we prayed you would be, even if it is without me, especially without me since nothing I have done has brought you up to be the amazing and caring young man that you have become.

"You have to keep helping Mrs. Weasley. For all that we bicker about, she is the best person I could ever think of to be a stand in mother for you. She has always had your best interests at heart along with the entire Weasley family. You can turn to them for anything, Harry, don't ever think that they won't help you.

"Please, you have to overcome the anger and hurt that you feel towards Professor Dumbledore. He only meant to protect you from the deeper horrors of your life, you must see this. He wouldn't have put it off for so long if he wasn't trying to save you some of the pain that he knew you would feel, the pain you did feel. Forgive him Harry and try to look upon him as the mentor and father-like figure I know you used to see him as. He loves you so very much; he can't bear the self-inflicted guilt and pain that he feels around you any longer. Please help him through this; it will most certainly help you too.

"And don't ever forget that Remus is there for you. Even if he's teaching or he's moved far away, he wants you to know that you can always call on him, no matter the time of day or how menial the cause. I think he felt a little hurt that he wasn't chosen to be your godfather and knew that it was his lycanthropy that held him back from this position. But he's thought about you every day since your parents were taken away. He wants you to know that he loves you very much and… and so do I."

His soliloquy at a broken end, he bent over to hide his eyes in the back of Harry's left wrist, knowing full well that these tears would be difficult to hide. A knock on the door, however, made him quickly sit up and sniff them away as Eleanor said, "Your time is up, Sirius. Out you go."

He nodded quickly in her direction and leant back over to Harry's ear toning a quiet, "I'll be back, Harry. I'll be back as soon as I can." But Harry's pale face showed no emotion, no recognition that he had even heard what was said; he only continued on with his deep, far-reaching sleep. With the deepest regret Sirius pulled away from the closest person he had to a son and walked slowly to the door refusing to allow himself one last look, trying so hard to completely convince himself that he really would be back, but after a speech like that he found the task very difficult to master.

There was no mistaking the fact that he was tense in all meanings of the word as he stiffly stood and as he passed Eleanor and Kyren outside the door he gazed at them, his expression somewhere in the torrent of sadness, fear, and a hidden loathing. He already knew that Eleanor was against him, but now she had apparently spread the word even farther and she was getting help from the other nurses. If the Ministry didn't show up soon, he would probably go mad from the actions of the nurses alone, but still he tried to hide it.

Slowly he made his way to the stairs at the end of the hall, always glancing swiftly into the faces of the people he passed, nervous that any one of them would jump out and try to grab him but his fears were in vain. He climbed the three flights of stairs, always thinking of Harry; what tests they could be doing, why he really needed to leave… if he would wake up soon and find his godfather had abandoned him once more.

Finally he reached the cafeteria on the fifth floor and fleetingly thought that maybe security was already there waiting for him; now as he stood outside the door, perfectly still, the realization fully dawned on him that he hadn't said goodbye. Yes, he was being hopeful and promising at the time, but he had made such promises before and knew full well that his best laid plans often went awry. He now knew that he would never see Harry again and the last thing that he had said was that he would be right back. No, he would never be back; not this time. Knowing that he could now do nothing to escape his certain fate, and feeling a little sick at the thought, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open, taking in the sights and smells that he didn't expect to experience for very long.

'I can't be late! I can't be late!' Ginny thought in a panic as she ran down the final hallway to the potions classroom. Snape was already mad at her, Ron and Hermione since last night, she couldn't risk angering him even more. As she approached the empty doorway she saw with dread Professor Snape reach out to the handle to close the door and she skidded in past him, just barely making it in before the door closed with a loud clang.

"That was very close Ms. Weasley and if you aren't in your seat within the next two seconds it will be house points," Snape said in his quietly menacing voice.

She nodded breathlessly and finished the race to her desk with no time to spare as Professor Snape began the lesson of the day, magically flipping over his revolving blackboard to reveal the potion they were going to making this morning.

"As I'm sure you have all read the chapters in your textbooks concerning the uses of Glyenph Creen extract, I am sure that you will have no problem in brewing this potion, yet as I look across your blank and vapid faces I am quickly realizing that this is not so," he said with a mixture of supreme annoyance and his never-ending disappointment. Ginny sighed, there really was no way to please this man. She only hoped that the list they had been working so hard on, even if it had only been a few hours the night before, would soften him up a little bit. She didn't bother to hold her breath.

"Turn to page six-hundred and thirteen in your textbooks and try not to blow anything up," he finished and all of the fifth years scrambled for their equipment and ingredients, wanting the most time they could possibly get on what was sure to be an impossible potion to brew. Most didn't even know why they tried so hard in his class anymore; like most fifth years, the stress of taking the O.W.L.s at the end of the year was going to be the final straw in keeping them from signing up for potions again in the future and Ginny was no exception to the norm. The sooner she was out of this class the better.

As per the usual, Snape strolled about the room midway through class, insulting and intimidating her peers with the usual, "That color is all wrong," "You've added the wrong ingredient again!" and one of Ginny's personal favorites, "You know, sleeping with your book under your pillow doesn't mean the information will diffuse into your brain." This one was used scantily at best but was a tell tale sign of, "Clean up your station, you are done for the day," and sure enough another over-stressed classmate left the room seething pure frustration that could be felt in emanating waves sympathetically through every student and happily through Professor Snape.

Ginny suddenly felt Colin Creevy, her potions partner, stiffen up beside her as Snape approached their simmering cauldron but Ginny couldn't really care less. Her three bare hours of sleep and relentless worry left her in a state that let her do her work, but not particularly bother about anything else.

"I trust, Ms. Weasley, that you did your reading last night?" he said pointedly. Whether or not he was talking about the potions book or the extra research he had dropped to them she couldn't tell so she nodded and replied just as cryptically, "And then some."

"Excellent. I expect you not to screw this up then. I know it will be difficult for you considering the abilities of your brothers but don't worry, I'm not getting my hopes up."

"Yes sir," she said and continued with making her potion. As Snape stepped away, Colin leaned over and whispered, "What was that all about?"

"What do you think it was about?" she retorted evasively and he set back to work without another a word. Ginny however was lost in thought, working entirely on auto-pilot as Snape's words sunk in. "I expect you not to screw this up then…" Was Snape actually worried, or just trying to guilt her into making sure her research was correct and complete? Either way, she suspected that she would find out soon enough and as class ended and students began packing up their things to go she heard Snape call out, "I expect a research paper from you tonight after supper Ms. Weasley, four feet, no mistakes," but his gaze held a certain understanding sharpness in it and with a mixture of comprehension and crypticality, she replied a simple, "Yes sir," and walked out the door with the rest of her now bewildered classmates.

"Four feet?" they exclaimed around her. "What did you do?" "Was it for being late?" "Ginny, what's he so angry about?"

"Don't worry about it," she said as if the topic was very passé, "I got caught out after hours one night, it's no big deal," she lied but while the Slytherins snickered her house mates new better. Ginny never left the common room after hours, she never even got out of bed. If she had, one of her dorm mates would have woken up and as nobody had they knew something was fishy. Giving each other sideways glances that Ginny missed through her fatigue, the fifth year girls silently decided on a lunch time meeting to try and figure out what exactly was going on.

The cafeteria of St. Mungo's hospital was soothing yet stark, white with light blue trim and soft-on-the-eyes wallpaper. The tables were white and varying in size and shape. Some were rectangular, some were circular; some sat two people, some sat six. All of the food was lined along a wall with trays and flatware at the beginning of the line, with glasses and drinks at the end. The hospital had everything from cereal to steak and apples to zucchini but nothing really popped out to Sirius except for the absence of even one member of St. Mungo's security. He couldn't believe how paranoid he had become of late and as he shook his head of his fears and walked numbly to the carts and trays on the far wall of the room. Nothing jumped out at his as something that he would like to eat. In fact, he didn't really feel like eating anything. It was true he had barely eaten in days but he just couldn't bring himself to it now; he was still worried and that worry consumed all of his thoughts. So instead, he picked up a small plate of hash browns and eggs and moved to a rectangular table off to the side of the fairly large cafeteria hall by himself and didn't stop his musings. With his mind ablaze, he could only bring himself to push around the food on his plate as he sat alone, watch blanking as his hash browns became mashed potatoes and his mashed potatoes became just plain mash. And finally, for the second time in two days, he didn't even notice when Remus sat down at his table, watching the silver fork swirl around in circles and his dark haired friend sigh into the table.

"You know," Remus began, "I thought your mum would have taught you not to play with your food when you were little, or at least last week since she's been running out of things to shout at you from that portrait."

Sirius turned and looked up with a smile, startled, but relieved.

"Hey," Remus said with a smile. "I was wondering when you were going to notice me."

"Sorry," Sirius managed. "I was just thinking."

"I know," Remus replied quietly. "How's Harry doing this morning? Any changes at all?"

"No, he's still out. He's getting some color back but nothing has changed." He paused in thought for a minute before saying, "I just don't understand why they would have done this to him. I mean, I understand why," he quickly covered, "but why did they have to do it like this? You know I want to see Harry alive and well more than the next person but if they were going to try and kill him, why not just get it over with? Why do they have to inflict so much pain on him all the time?"

"I don't know," Remus said sympathetically, thinking the same thing.

"It almost seems like their using him as a…. a decoy or something for something much… larger," he finished slowly, realization dawning on him. By keeping everybody's eyes on Harry, Voldemort could virtually do anything he wanted as long as it was done on the underground and the Order might not ever know. Now nobody but Harry, deep, locked up Harry knew of Voldemort's plan to overrun the famous wizarding academy but Sirius' mind was starting to run on the trail to enlightenment or at least conspiracy. Remus, however, knew that leaving yet another thought for Sirius to toy with could very well end up being disastrous so he quickly smashed the prospect of him thinking of it on his own, claiming it for the Order to deal with.

"You have too much on your mind as it is," he reasoned. "Besides, you still have to make that list for Dr. Jules on all the people that could have done this. You're not taking something else upon yourself until Harry is better."

"But Remus-"

"That's not going to work," Remus said smoothly over Sirius' begging. "It never worked in the past, it's not going to happen now. Just forget it."

They both sat in silence for a time just sort of staring at the table before Remus said, "Well it looks pretty nice in here. Did you find something here that actually tastes good?"

"Just say it," Sirius said, knowing full well that he was stalling on something.

"Kyren told me you were up here. Said you were asked to leave Harry's room."

"Banished is more like it. I was down right kicked out," he said sounding hurt. "Eleanor said they'd send somebody up for me when they were done with some tests they had to do but that had to have been hours ago."

"Well it's only 10:30 now. I'm sure their almost done."

"I'm kind of starting to doubt that. I don't really think I was sent up here so they could do tests on him if you know what I mean," he said conspiratorially.

"Well that would be difficult as they can't arrest you inside the building, now wouldn't it?" Remus whispered as he leant over the table with a smile that showed only in his eyes. Sirius was totally taken aback.

"One more time?" he asked incredulously.

"We talked to Madame Pomfrey last night because she's worked here, you know. She said that the hospital cannot have you arrested within the building unless you prove to be a danger to yourself or anybody else in the facility. As long as you're quiet you're safe." Sirius looked just shy of in shock and Remus continued hastily, "I'm sorry I couldn't get here last night to let you know. The Ravenclaw's launched a full scale attack against the Slytherin common room just after dinner in retribution for something or another and it took all night to question everybody and clean everything up. I was just happy that I didn't have any classes this morning so that I could come down."

"So," Sirius started hesitantly, "so I'm safe here?"

Remus smiled a little sadly. "Yeah, as long as you are your usual charming self, they won't be able to bag you until you step outside but Mad-Eye and I already spoke about it and he's going to try and make up an escape plan for you for when Harry is released. Let's just hope it doesn't involve bewitched trash bins."

"That's so simple though. I mean, are you sure? That sounds so ridiculuous."

"Yeah, it does, but I checked in their rule book before I came up here for visitor rights and it's stated plain and clear that you have sanctuary here so long as you're a non-threatening entity to the community. You might as well be in Hogwarts right now, because that's about the only other safe place there is for you at this time."

Sirius heaved a huge sigh of relief and dropped his head to the table, narrowly missing his plate of former hash browns.

Remus would have laughed if he didn't know how serious his old friend was in his actions. He imagined that nothing could have been better to hear at that point in time. He must have felt like Atlas with Heracles at that moment, passing the weight of the world off of his shoulders onto those of somebody of younger age.

Remus took Sirius' tray of uneaten breakfast from their table and placed it on the next table over so that it wouldn't be in the way should Sirius suddenly lash out in happiness or even anger. But Sirius did neither; he just sat there for yet another moment, letting the feeling of total and complete relief wash over him that he was fine, safe, free from harm for at least another three days. He was a "convict" here, yes, but a free convict and he was open to be himself without the worries of that certain somebody just waiting around the corner. Oh God it felt good to be released from at least one media of stress and Sirius offered up his thanks and praise more than even the most devout religious being on this earth could for such an unexpected and welcome blessing.

When he sat up again he rested his chin on his thumbs, his fists in front of his mouth and he just smiled. If he weren't so exhausted he would be exuberant to say the least. Instead, he just smiled.

"So are you going to be able to sleep now? No more freaking out when people walk past the window?"

"Yeah," Sirius said, "most definitely."

"You were really freaked out weren't you?" Remus asked, half jokingly as he already knew the answer to that question.

"I was surprised I fell asleep last night at all I was so stressed out. I kept thinking they were going to come in for me, but I was still with Harry this morning so I was happy about that at least."

No sooner had he finished his sentence than Larna poked her head in, gazing around quickly before approaching the pair of Maruaders with the utmost haste.

"Professor Lupin!" she called out, "Jamie!"

"Jamie?" Sirius said to Remus with confusion. "Who's Jamie?"

"Professor, Jamie," she repeated, meaning Sirius, when she was finally at their table. "I need you to come with me immediately. You really need to see this."

Without another breath, Sirius and Remus were out of their seats and following Larna out the door and toward the magical lifts at an almost run.

"What is it?" Sirius asked quickly. "Did something go wrong?" He was much more willing to believe that they were doing tests on Harry now knowing that they weren't conspiring his arrest.

"No, it's nothing like that," she said quickly, "but we didn't want you to miss this opportunity."

"Opportunity?" Remus asked confusedly.

"It appears that Harry has been having Rapid Eye Movement and for the last five minutes at that. We didn't want you to miss it. We don't know when it might happen again."

"What?" they asked.

"He's dreaming," she said excitedly.

With nothing more said, the two men practically dashed to Room 293, skidding to a halt next to Harry's bed. Still lying motionless, underneath his eyelids his pupils flashed from side to side and he was making very small sounds in the base of his throat. He really was dreaming. They took up posts on other side of him, Sirius desperately trying to coax him into opening his eyes, to wake up if only for a few seconds. He gripped Harry's IV-ed hand tightly, praying that Harry would squeeze it back, whether consciously or not, and he rested his other hand on his forehead, running his closer fingers through his hair.

"We've never seen anybody show a sign this early that they would be waking up soon. You should consider yourselves very lucky," Larna explained and Remus looked up with a smile to match hers.

Sirius, however, was fully engrossed with his happiness for Harry and barely heard a word that she said. He just kept repeating, "Just open your eyes Harry; just a little crack. Let me see those eyes that your mother gave you. You can do it," but his words and wishes were quickly fading with the shifting of Harry's closed eyes.

Slowly Harry's unconscious noises came to an end and his pupils slowed until they were barely visible even those looking so closely.

"Come on, Harry," he begged one last time, "don't stop fighting now. All you have to do is crack your eyes open and everything can start getting better. They really will," but it didn't work. Much to his dismay, Harry was gone once again and there was no telling when he would be coming back.

Blankly he felt Remus place a hand on his shoulder saying, "See? He'll be up and about in no time. He's very strong," but the words meant close to nothing even though Larna repeated the good tidings.

"He was so close," he said quietly. "He almost made it."

"Yeah," Remus repeated, "almost. Maybe in a few days he'll be fully awake and talking to you, but this was an enormous step for him today. You should be very proud," he pointed out to lighten Sirius quickly descending mood.

"I am," he said, "I just wish that he could have woken up this time."

"I know you do. I do too," Remus said honestly, and they both turned to look at the marvel that was Harry Potter once more.

"So how was your breakfast?" Larna asked, trying to break the silence.

"It was… well, it was… smooth," Sirius said with a slight laugh, remembering how mashed up his breakfast had become in frustration and Remus couldn't help but softly chuckle either.

"I take it that means you didn't eat?" she asked.

"No, not really," he replied with yet another laugh.

"Well, we're just about done with our tests. Do you want me to have them bring something down for you? You can stay for the remaining three."

"I don't know," Sirius said with still a slightly nervous glance out the window. He knew that Eleanor, and now Kyren too, would be watching his every move.

"You know," Remus said, "eating is the first step to admitting that you have a problem."

"What problem?" Sirius asked indignantly.

"Obsessive Godson Disorder. It happens to the best of us," he said with mock mourning.

"Oh shut up," Sirius replied and returned to grasping Harry's hand. The color really was coming back to his flesh and with this new development Sirius couldn't have been happier. Things just might be turning to look up a bit, but one thing was still bothering him.

"Hey, Larna?" he asked.

"Yes?" she replied from farther back in the room.

"Why did you call me Jamie? That's not even close to my real name," he said, and turned around to face her properly.

She couldn't help but put up an embarrassed smile as she said apologetically, "I couldn't think of your real name and Jamie was the first name that came to mind."

"Is Jamie a real person?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, he's my son," she said and with another embarrassed flush she turned on her heel and headed straight out the door.


So there you have it! Another chapter of Tell it to My Face, and things are starting to look up a bit at that! Yeah, so the last part was a bit short but frankly, you're getting tired of waiting and I'm getting tired of relentlessly trying to finish it. I really have been working on this, I'm not blowing it off! lol… Probably some more of the Hogwarts trio in the next chapter… we'll have to see. In any case, I hope you enjoyed it and please drop me a line just so that I know you're out there.

Angel74: Haha! Good guess but I'm not telling! :P

ParanoiaIn2005: About the "Black List"... I wanted to throw out all of the options and make people think. Haha! about your Dumbledore comment... I'm definitely going to remember it!

Gallandro-83: I actually do read Bored Beyond Belief! Isn't she great? Haha, the "Harry's girlfriend" thing... nope, no g/f to speaking of in this fic... I just love to hear Wood say the word "snogging"... (I'm totally in love with Sean Biggerstaff... I'd snog him any day of the week... In case you were wondering...) It is 6th year, I just, "whoops!" didn't abide by that whole veil thing although some items from OotP are accounted for... you'll see as it goes along.

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