Info: Sequel to" Shadows swallow. "
Spoilers then.
Characters: a bit 'all
Rating: NC-17
Sensations
"So these are the rooms of teachers ..."
It was there that their luggage had been made to deliver, crates of owls and Crookshanks basket included.
Ginny looked around, strolling along the circular walls of the apartment of four rooms, which took exactly the size and shape of the tower to the northeast.
Lupin had just accompanied them there with Winky, after the gloomy conversation with Fiorenzo, and had wished them good night with a vein of concern, especially given the two girls who had everything to smile and reassure him.
A minute later, Hermione had decided to go into the room of his parents, seeing that the elf had said they were still awake. But a moment before he had dragged Harry into the room where they put the suitcases, peering carefully before you speak as if they were to decide ... the most delicate to deal with an argument that the distressed.
"What is it? "Harry asked her then.
"It would be the first time I really sleep together ..."
"Hermione, if you want to sleep alone, I'm not offended. I'll understand. "
Harry had been ordered not to put any hurry because they start to sleep with him. Nor wanted to force it to a real relationship after what Madam Pomfrey and other nurses had reported on the torture she suffered.
But now, Harry included, convince her of his willingness to wait would be much more difficult, in front of that bed. He knew that Hermione is still often wake up in the middle of the night, screaming nightmares, and he would like them to be close. But what he thought, if he were to introduce the topic?
However, he knew of having to reassure especially with your attitude. "Look, I think? No forcing, Hermione. "
She smiled and nodded, but his brown eyes were veiled with tears.
"Hey ..." lifted her chin with one hand, "Your mother would die if I went to their room with tears in his eyes. "
She hastened to dry them. "Right, I'll be right. "
" See you later. "
"I fell completely asleep" I consider Ron loudly, when they had views out.
Ginny was standing in front of a library, overflowing with tomes that have had hundreds of years. "Only one of these books could lie down for eternity ... assuming you will be able to pick it up without breaking apart. "
" There is hope that an old tenant has forgotten a checkerboard here, right? "
Ginny shook her head, yawning. "You're sick, you know? "
" You're giving up ... can you sleep? "Asked Harry.
"I hope with all my heart. See you tomorrow, guys. "
" Night "the two said goodbye, knowing full well that would no longer asleep until dawn.
"I'm tired, you know ..." said Ron, after a long silence.
Harry did not feel the need to ask him what he meant.
The attempt to live in the moment, putting aside the blows inflicted by the bad news, it was becoming a real challenge, after hearing the warning of the centaur. Ron was definitely thinking about this, sitting on a couch next to him very similar to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry shut his eyes, leaning back. "I am no longer sure of anything. I tell myself that everything will work out, but it is as if ... "was silent for a moment, trying to untie the knot in my throat that felt," They found a way to separate us again, like we have taken ... like when we thought you were dead. "
" Harry ... "
" And I have the same feeling then, that you are hurting me through. "
" Oh no, Harry. This time will not let you continue. You have to stop to hear him all the blame for what motivated you to do in that damn room. Bill is striving to overcome it, and you can too.
"Harry, I was not dead ... and you were not alone. Above all, you did not cause all of this. "
" How can you say, with confidence? And I, how can I be sure you have written all the Shadows I had called up, it shows all of them behind the veil? "
" That 's what you fear ... But Harry, you could not know at that time. Do you have caused, Voldemort has challenged you because you ... "
" ... because I lost my calm and succumbed to anger. He succeeded in full. Meanwhile, by that damn veil may be out of everything. "
" Harry ... "
Both turned, and stood in silence, watching Hermione closed the door and came and sat beside them. " You have to listen to Ron, from now on. E 'became much wiser than me, perhaps the only one who can make you think. "
Red looked at her, confused for a moment. "What kind of joke? "
But Hermione did not seem to tease. "I'm serious. The phoenix is a creature very wise, Ron. If you are no longer able to completely transfigured, some of its features has been growing in you. "
'It is true, Ron. You seem much more mature of us, after what has happened. You are what you are reacting even more to what's going on. "
" Let's talk, "said red, "I have a fear on him that only I know. "
" Afraid of what? "Asked Hermione.
"... I fear for those who fear for me, Ginny, for my father ... for both of you. I'm strong as long as you are all with me, but just ... "
Harry gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Let's go to bed, come on. There must be something in the air tonight, that really hurts, if you're also beginning to be afraid. "
Luckily for them the next morning no one came to wake them up, even Winky showed up before five o'clock in the afternoon. At that time, Hermione felt a smell of cookies spread in the air of the room, and when he opened his eyes slowly, lying with his face to the half-open door that led to the central living room, he saw a hand to Ginny stretch to take a handful of the food of the gods.
traveled by a subtle chill, Hermione tried to cover the sheet, but his hands did not find him with that limited movement that had been prepared to do.
the girl discovered the reason when he turned towards the inside of the bed. Harry was wrapped in a sheet with a lot of work, including the part that he had stolen, and now his head was visible only unkempt.
"When the two princes deigned to descend among us ..." Ron was saying.
"will ... on an empty stomach, "he concluded to Ginny," this morning I am unable to stop the jaws. "
" This morning? "Hermione got up from bed and joined them in the living room," Look, I know that it is afternoon. You wanted to trick us. "
" It 's the law of survival, my dear. "
Hermione sat down beside Ron and poured himself a cup of tea. "When we were preparing MAGO were very good and conscientious. We will recover the good habits. "
" You little smart, you. We've discovered on the second night, you know? "
Ginny looked at them, quizzically.
"This hyena "Said his brother glared at Hermione," we had a spell. "
" Monster-awake, "she said, all proud of herself.
Ginny laughed. "Monster that? "
Monster alarm 'said Harry, who stood a second before he was shocked to say the least, and walking toward them trailing behind the sheet. "If we do not wake up within a certain time, we were a little dragon in the stinking bed. "
" Congratulations, Hermione, "Ginny was admired," He wants me to teach. "
" Chie-I beg your pardon, it is allowed? "Harry turned
and gave a big smile when he saw the newcomer. "Dobby, come. Come on. "
" Harry Potter, sir, he fell out of bed? "
" Maybe, "Hermione whispered," would at least cuter. "The dark
turned to her with sadistic expression on his face. "Ten minutes of uninterrupted tickle" ruled.
"Excuse me, but Dean has sent me to ask you to go to his studio, at about seven and a half. "
" Of course, Dobby. "
" Dobby, you want a cookie? "Ginny offered.
"Bi ... Biscuit, Miss? "Her eyes are round barred even more. "I do not ... I could never ..."
Ginny took a face injury. "Call me young lady, and still am angry with you ... seriously. "The stretched his shortbread. "Courage ..."
"No, you see, the fact is that in the kitchen ... we just made out a whole tray, me and Winky, so ... gentlemen ..."
Ron stopped mid-route that was bringing the cup to his lips, following alarmed that the first tears down home-eyed elf. "Oh-o"
"Dobby, no! "
Harry stopped him in time, just a second before it started to hurt himself to punish himself. The snatched the kettle with which he was about to get burned, and laid it on the tray. "Listen, if you know what to say to the headmaster? "The question
elf managed to distract from its mission to self-punitive. "Oh, no, Harry Potter, sir. I could never listen, never this ... "The statement made her laugh even
who had just made.
was seven and a quarter, when they left the apartment and they set an appointment with McGonagall. Until they came downstairs, the corridors were semi-deserts: Gazza and met only a couple of other house-elves. Harry wondered where were all those teachers had mentioned the night before Hagrid.
arrived a few hundred meters from the spiral staircase, while Ron was about to pronounce the slogan "Zenzerot ...", a noise reached them somewhat left behind, like something metal was closed.
Ginny and Hermione turned abruptly, and Harry saw clearly lead a hand to his pocket where he guarded the wand. He came back in the path traveled, and soon discovered the offending noise. The visor was lowered by an old armor.
When lifted, Harry felt that the joint was loose, preventing the visor to remain in the position in which it was made. Hastened to meet the others, because Ron had already repeated the slogan, and now he was going with Ginny on the first rung of the spiral staircase.
"Come on," said Hermione, "you first. "
When they entered the study who had been Dumbledore and McGonagall had left the same, found it full of people, full of those who were to be at least all the professors of the Master. A dozen high-backed chairs had been gathered in a circle, but the faculty remained standing next to Dean. The
McGonagall greeted them with a smile, but soon regained his professionalism and severity, and invited them to sit. Neville and Luna, enthusiastic, invited them to sit next to them.
Ginny greeted with joy Seamus and Parvati Patil, occupying the empty chair between them. There were also
Padma, Colin Blaise Zabini and Canon.
Behind it, Harry recognized the discomfort with a thin tall, austere Jacques. The
willingly let aside to watch the others present. There was a lady elderly, with thick white hair, awfully similar to Professor Sprout. Now that I thought it was eerily similar. The Herbology teacher had a sister who taught in the Masters?
Harry's curiosity rose to a thousand. He saw
Ylena, the Witch Norwegian known the night before. Hermione must have noticed the absence, because he looked around frowning.
"Very well," he began the Dean, interrupting his thoughts, "now that you, the new students of the Master, you are all here, you will know all the professors and get the schedule of courses, to follow from next week. "
When the presentation ended, Harry thought that it would take more than a week to remember the names of teachers and associate them unerringly to their faces. With close to his chest, he found himself yearning for the relative calm of recent years. He was realizing that during the orientation meeting professional was the fifth year, although even then he expressed a desire to become an Auror, he had not had even a remote idea of what awaited him.
Well, we have now, he thought to himself. Want to get you back? No, if all that I can deal with Ron and Hermione. They remained in the study of McGonagall
until nine o'clock, when one after the other teachers took leave and returned to their apartments.
The boys got together and Colin asked McGonagall - on behalf of all - you can fill with one tower.
"Yes, indeed ... Some house-elf could be hysterical, if you were one of the dirty four towers student dormitory. The luggage of those of you who came today will have been taken to the tower where they stayed Potter and others. "
" Oh, well. "Colin smiled. "So," she turned to Ginny, "we do not make way? "They went out from the studio behind the
Professor Jacques and the lady who turned out to be really the sister of Sprite. Harry stiffened when he heard the man speak ill of Ylenia, only because he had not made the appointment.
He must have had his reasons, right? It did not seem an irresponsible person, far from it. She walked between Ron and Hermione, smiling when She shook my hand affectionately.
took a turn different from that taken by the two professors engaged in conversation, speaking with several voices of the future that awaited them training, the children arrived at the portrait of the Fat Lady almost without realizing it.
were a short walk from their old town hall.
"Nostalgia? "Asked an occupant of the painting. Seemed to have been busy with the sweets in the short time in which they were far from the castle.
"Good evening, well met" Colin greeted her warmly.
"Oh, she is really a gentleman, boy. I will miss it, you know? I might even reveal the password even when out of from this school, only to her. "
" Did shot, Colin! "Ginny joked.
The redness of the cheeks of the boy even greater than that of all the Weasley hair.
"What did you laugh? "Canon tried to change the subject," You know that in the coming days we will have to work hard as elves dome ... "
Hermione glared at him.
"Um, ok ... do not get mad, huh? "
That evening, over the last game of Shoot-pop, while the newcomers carving up beds in the rooms still free, Harry decided to take a walk. He asked if Hermione was going to accompany him, but he answered by Only when he saw her dozing on the couch.
silently opened the door to the living room and mentally repeated the slogan to be delivered to the return.
walked very slowly, letting the thoughts you disentangle yourself in your head. After all, the truly hard work would begin gradually, they would not be a leap into the void itself.
He found himself, step by step, in front of the infirmary, recovering from the past and reminded that winter there. It was a very critical period, and the thing that made him the most pleasure was to see Hermione's efforts to get out. If Harry could better control their angry shots, was credited with Hermione. If finally felt loved was protected thanks to Hermione and her best friends.
He stopped to look at the clear sky, outside the high mullioned windows of the castle.
He could not say how long you keep that perfect silence, but he knew with certainty that the cry that broke in could not be ignored.
Continued ...
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