You are viewing a story from harrypotterfanfiction.com View Online Chapter 1: Lesson One: How to ignore topless Muggle's. [View Online] [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter] The platform was bustling. There were people everywhere. Owls hooting, cat’s hissing, parents fussing over their children. Hugging and kissing them. If only it was like that for me. My parents hadn’t even come through the barrier with us. Just me and Al today. Apparently, they were to ‘busy’ to see their children off. They weren’t usually like that; it was just with what was going on at the moment. Yet, I still hated them so much. “Come on, I can see the clan over there. They’ll be waiting for us. And remember Lily, not a word". Al pointed to a large group of redheads in the corner of the platform. I wanted to stay where I was. The last thing I needed was family; smiling, laughing, acting like everything was fine and dandy. But it wasn't, at least not for me. They didn’t know about James, and we weren’t allowed to tell them. Orders from dad. Al put his hand around my arm gently, and commandeered me over to them. There were 11 of us today, but only because Vic had come to see Louis off “Lily, Albus, thank god you two came, I was getting worried. I was going to go and look for you!” said Rose, nearly knocking me over with her hug. She could be rather protective over us sometimes. We were only her cousins “We’re fine Rose, it was only traffic”. I couldn’t help but sound annoyed. She did annoy me sometimes, even though she only had the best intentions at heart. She stopped hugging me, and looked rather hurt. “Right then, better get on the train. There will be no compartments if we don’t get going”. I think Al could sense the awkwardness between me and Rose. I quickly turned away, heading for the train. I looked around, and found an empty compartment. I sat down, and Al, Hugo and Rose joined me. I could feel the train start beneath me. Students ran to the windows, waving to their parents. I wish that was me. Just feel like they loved me. I looked out the window as the station left us behind. I looked around the compartment. Rose had her nose already stuffed into yet another book. Hugo was polishing his beaters bat, and Al was in deep thought. “Hey sexy, I’ve been looking for you. Oh, and no letters from you over the holidays, dude, what was that all about”. Cecilia, my best friend was standing at the door. She was about mid height, with short, curly black hair and big hazel eyes. The girls in our year called her “The Boy Snatcher”. I called her Cecilia. “Sorry I didn’t write, I’ve been…erm, busy”. Al looked at me. He knew what I’d been doing all holiday. I’d barely come out of my room. Truth was, I was embarrassed to go downstairs, to see what had become of my once perfect family. Mum was borderline alcoholic. Whenever I saw her, she was either drunk, or sober. And by sober, I meant crying. She was always crying these days. And Dad, he was never around for me to know what he was doing. She came and sat next to me, and started showing me some muggle fashion magazine with lots of topless men in. Her idea of heaven. But not mine. I turned to stare out the window again. We were now on the huge stone viaduct, the grass on the hills were gleaming with morning dew, and the hot steam of the train was cutting through the unusually cold September air. Eventually, Cecilia gave up, falling asleep. Al and Hugo were discussing Quidditch in hushed tones and Rose and started reading yet another book. The window was starting to steam up. I wiped it clean, only to see the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts. I smiled to myself. At last, somewhere where I won’t be embarrassed to come down from my room. “Are we….umm…are we here” Cecilia mumbled, having just woken up. The train slowly stopped on the platform, and hundreds of students burst from the doors. I stood up, picking up my bag, heading for the door. As I jumped onto the platform, I looked around. Never had I seen so many students getting off the train before. It was like Kings Cross, but everyone was in Hogwarts uniform. I headed up the slope with Cecilia, joining Al and another boy in a carriage. I couldn’t see his face, but his hair was a wonderful chocolate brown, and he had a deep, Irish accent. “Oh Lily, this is Rory, Rory Finnigan” Al said. He had wonderful, green eyes. Not quite Al’s green, a little paler than his, a short nose, slightly hooked at the end, and a beautiful smile, his pearly white teeth neatly arranged in their rows. I didn’t even know him, but I already liked him “Nice to meet you Lily” he said to me. I nearly died. Chapter 2: Lesson Two: How to avoid Americans with Firewhisky and nail varnish. [View Online] [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter] “Lily, get up, you lazy beggar”. Cecilia stood over me, kicking me. She had ridiculously hard feet. I half opened one of my eyes. Her scorning eyes caught mine. I shut them immediately. They we’re almost as bad a Gran Weasley’s. In the two days I’d been back at Hogwarts, I don’t think I’d ever left bed. “Why can’t I just hibernate, like a bear? That would be a much better life”. I dug myself deeper into the quilt. I just didn’t want to get out. Simple. Why couldn’t she just leave me alone? That’s what I did to her when she wouldn’t get up. “Lily, you can’t stay in bed”! We’ve got DADA in about 5 minutes, with Professor Lupin. You’re Teddy”! I sat bolt upright. I had completely forgotten. Today was Teddy’s first day as a professor of DADA, my favourite lesson. In 5 minutes. I shot out of bed, scavenging for my uniform. I shoved everything on, not caring if it was back to front or not. Cecilia shoved the comb through my hair, and slotted my bag onto my shoulder. We took one quick look in the mirror and ran down the stairs, out of the portrait and down various corridors until we reached the classroom. The lesson had already started, but no-one was looking, so we tiptoed to a desk near the back and sat down. “Miss Smith, Miss Potter, I’ll thank you not to be late to my lesson again”. Teddy had turned to face us. It was really strange seeing him in a suit. His hair was brown today. He’d probably had been told by McGonagall not to change it to electric blue again. “It wasn’t us Professor, honestly. We’ve been here the whole time” I joked, smiling at him. He smiled back. I could always make him smile. He stopped abruptly, and gave me the ‘not here Lily’ look. He turned to address the class. “Right class. My name is Professor Lupin, and I will be your Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for the year. I hate to start you off on a dull note, but I’m sure we can fit some practical work in somewhere. Please turn to page 100 of your workbooks and get a quill and parchment out.” I was proud. He was Teddy, my Teddy, achieving his dream. He’d always wanted to be a teacher like his Dad once was. I opened the book and began to write out the questions on the parchment. It took me almost all lesson. Finally, the bell went. I packed my satchel and started to walk out. “Lily” called Teddy “could I have a word please”. I headed back into the classroom over to the front where his desk was. “What can I do for you Professor, or can I call you Ted now”? I asked “You can call me Ted now Lil, nobody’s here. Anyway, how did I do? Was I alright? You don’t know how nervous I was. Vic kept telling me it would be fine, but I didn’t believe her”. “You were fine, brilliant in fact. You wouldn’t know this is your first lesson”. He relaxed and smiled. His hair changed to a sky blue colour. He looked up, ran it through his fingers and shrugged. I laughed at him. Typical. He was so indecisive sometimes. It once went from canary yellow, to bright red, to lime green. “Lily, how’s James, only I never hear from him”. My smile faded quickly from my face, and I looked at the floor. What was I supposed to say? I couldn’t lie to him, that was Al’s job. Should I tell him the truth? What even was the truth anymore? The original story had been changed so many times that it would even confuse a Ravenclaw. “He’s….great”. My voice wavered slightly. I coughed to pull myself together. I’d been saying that for months now, and I still had to try not to cry. “Egypt’s great, apparently. Loads of tombs and…stuff” I continued. “Great, glad he’s having fun. Well, I don’t want to keep you. Off you go and enjoy your free period” he said, waving me away with his hand. “As you wish, professor” I said, saluting him. We smiled at each other, before I turned and walked out the door, back to Gryffindor common room. The walk seemed shorter today. “Password” the fat lady asked drearily. I think it had been a long day. Bless her. “Godric” I replied. The portrait swung open, and I clambered into the common room. I could feel the heat radiating from the fire as soon as I entered. “Lily”! Albus called cheerily after me. He was sitting with some of his friends on the large sofa that dominated the room. “Not now Al, I’m tired” I said, walking right past him, up to the dorm. I climbed the stone steps until I reached the door. I pushed it open and walked straight to my bed. I flopped down on it, the hangings rippled on the posts. Something floated down off my bedside table, and I swung over the edge to pick it up.It was a picture of me and James, smiling happily at the camera. James. I remember the day I came home to the news. "Ouch” Cecilia cried, clutching her nose, “why did you flick me”? “Because you threw those bloody muggle sweets at me, and they hurt” I retorted. She stuck her tongue out at me, and swung down off the tree. She landed on the ground like a cat. She grinned up at me. I jumped down after her, landing on my knees rather than my feet. “Honestly” Cecilia tutted, picking me up from the ground. We linked arms and walked back to my house. The path was surrounded by trees, their vast leafy branches shading us from the July sun. Soon enough, we were at Grimauld Place. Number 11 and 13 stood in front of us. Their almost mouldy grey bricks were gleaming in the sun. I picked up the metal pole off the ground, and tapped it three times. The ground shook as the houses moved aside, and number 12 popped out. “Right, this is me. I’ll write, I promise. And if I don’t, then I’ve obviously lost my mind”. I hugged my best friend fiercely. This was the last time I was going to see her until September 1st. “Adios, mi amigo!” she said, and started to gallop away down the street. Cecilia. My best friend. God knows why she wasn’t in the mental section of St Mungos. I walked up the small garden path and opened the front door. It was a crimson red, and the knocker was gold. In honour of Gryffindor, I think. “It’s me” I called through the house. Everything was strangely quiet. I could hear almost non-existent whispers coming from the kitchen. I opened the door. Sitting around the table was my Mum, Dad, Al and Kingsley. But not James. He was supposed to be home today. Maybe he was in his room. They all looked sad, like someone had died. “Oh, Minister, I didn’t realise you were coming. Is something wrong?” I asked. My mum turned to face me. Her eyes were red and puffy, tears still running down her pale cheeks. “You might want to sit down”. It was my Dad. He pointed to a seat next to Mum, and I took it. “Has someone died? You just all have that face. Where’s James. Is he up in his room” I enquired. My Mum broke out in a fresh sob, burying her face in her hands. I looked around, confused. What was going on? “Lily, James is…”.My Dad stopped halfway, like he was in pain. “Your brother is missing, Lily, presumed dead” Kingsley said, picking up where my Dad left off. “Is this a joke or something” I said, “is he waiting outside to jump on me”. Mum got a hold of my hand and whispered “No Lily, this isn’t a joke. I’m sorry”. I ripped my hand out of hers and stood up. He couldn’t be missing. If he was he could just apparate back, couldn’t he? But what if he was dead? No he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t die. I felt so lightheaded. My legs gave way and I collapsed to the kitchen floor. Next thing I remember, I was on the sofa. We didn’t speak to each other for days. We just cried. Well, I didn’t. I never came out of my room. When the house wasn’t dead quiet, it was echoing with Mum and Dad’s arguing voices, or Al throwing things off the wall of his bedroom. Then, one day, Dad called us for a family meeting. Now, I’ve called you all for this family meeting for an important reason. It is vital that you listen. As you know, James is not..with us” Dad said. “Harry, he’s not dead, just say he’s missing” Mum said. I hadn’t seen her in days. She looked terrible. Her bright hair was limp and lifeless, and she had dark bags under her eyes. I swore I could smell firewhisky on her breath. “As I was saying, James is has been missing for some weeks, and we would appreciate it if you didn’t tell anybody. That means any of the Weasley’s, Teddy or any of your friends. The Ministry have agreed to this proposition. We agree it is for the best. We don’t need the fuss” Dad continued. Mum stood up, a face like thunder. “We?! WE! You mean you Harry. This is all your idea. Keeping him hidden like it’s some dirty secret. HE IS OUR SON HARRY, WE SHOULDN’T BE ASHAMED. I WANT SYMPATHY; I WANT SOMEONE’S SHOULDER TO CRY ON”! Al grabbed my arm, and we left the room, leaving my parents to argue. It was like that for days. Argument after argument. They had never been like that, and now shouldn’t be the time for them to start. We should be strong, considering what’s going on. “Lily, you missed dinner. You alright?” said Cecilia. I quickly shoved the picture under my pillow. “Yeah, I’m fine. Wasn’t hungry, that’s all. Bit tired as well” I replied quickly. “Good”. Cecilia smiled and shut the door. I relaxed and flopped down again. I looked at the clock. 9:15 pm. Everyone would be coming to bed soon. I picked myself up of the bed and headed to the bathroom. I picked up my toothbrush and caught sight of myself in the mirror above the sink. My hair was falling out of its ponytail, long strands of it everywhere. It wasn’t the fantastic ginger like my Mum’s or Rose’s, it was more a deep coppery red colour. I was the only red in a family of gingers. My eyes were large and an icy blue colour. My pale cheeks slightly flushed, and my short, slightly hooked nose had some trademark freckles dotted about on it. I sighed and carried on brushing my teeth. “And I was like, yeah, but he’s my sister’s boyfriend, you can’t just go fooling around with him”. I turned to the door. I peered out of the door. Stood around a bed were four girls. Only one of them was in Gryffindor. They were chattering noisily about something that happened during the summer holidays. It was probably best to leave them to it. I didn’t usually socialise with the gossipy type girls. I turned to go back in the bathroom, but they had already seen me. “Lil! Oh my god, it’s you! I haven’t seen you in like, days!” one of the girls piped. I turned round slowly. What had I let myself in for? Staring at me was Felicity Halfpenny. She was an American exchange student who arrived in second year. She was tall, had ridiculously straight blonde hair and forever tanned skin. “Hey, Felicity. You’re looking…erm, tanned” I said uneasily. There was a reason why she hadn’t seen me in days. I’m sure she was a nice girl; she just came across as knaggy, annoying, viciously honest and gossipy. She was the type of person who I’d been warned to stay away from. “Me and the girls were just going to crack open the nail varnish and firewhisky. Want to join us” she asked me. The other girls (two Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff) looked at me like I had dragon pox or something. “I’d love to, honestly, but I need to go downstairs. Tonnes of Muggle Studies work to do” I said hurriedly. My feet seemed to move before my brain told them to. I was down the stairs and on the sofa in 30 seconds, tops. “Look like you were in a bit of a hurry there”. I turned to see who the mysterious voice belonged to.It was Rory. Rory. I don’t know how I didn’t know it was him; he was the only Irish kid I knew. His hair looked neater today, and his top button was undone on his shirt. I could see a bit of his six pack. His Gryffindor cardigan was slung loosely over his shoulders, and he had ink all over his hands. And his lips, well, they just looked totally kissable. I’d suddenly forgotten about all my problems as soon as I saw him. He just had one of those faces. “Yeah, well, I’d been bombarded by an American with firewhisky” I shyly replied. He laughed slightly. His laugh was amazing. Then again, I was going to say that, wasn’t I? “Not a good scenario” he said. We both smiled at each other before he coughed and said “so, you on the Quidditch team this year”. “Yeah, I’m playing seeker” I said. My shyness towards him seemed to be disappearing. “Cool, I’m a beater, you know with Al” he said. “Yeah, I know”. He didn’t reply. What had I done? I’d gone and made everything 10 xs as awkward. 10 points from Gryffindor for my lack of knowledge on talking to boys. What should I say? I’ll say something nice like, ‘Yeah, you’re a great beater’. “So, I’ll be seeing you at trials then” he said. That wasn’t fair; I hadn’t even got to say my awesomely nice compliment. “Well, I’m sure I’ll be there. Someone needs to keep the power from going to Al’s head” I said. “Good point. Don’t want him going power mad. He’d be even more unbearable to live with than he is now” he said. We both started to laugh, but only a little bit. “Well, I best be off to bed. See you at trials, Lily” he said, as he got up and left. I waved at him as he walked up the stairs. As soon as he was gone, I let out a girly squeal. He said my name!I sat there smiling at myself like an idiot for a few minutes before the clock caught the corner of my eye. 12:30. Damn. I couldn’t be bothered to go back upstairs. “Accio duvet” I said. My duvet came flying down the stairs, and I caught it. I spread it over me, and snuggled in. “Night Hogwarts” I whispered to myself. It was strange how rapidly my mood could change in a matter of hours. Chapter 3: Lesson 3-How to be completely hopless and introduce my mortal enemy [View Online] [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter] Albus, Lily and most of the next gen kids belong to JK Rowling. However, Cecilia, Cassandra and Rory belong to me. A/N: Hi everyone! So, this is Chapter 3 going up. Thanks for reading, it means a lot, as this is my first fanfiction. Enjoy, and please review!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Right….everyone…can you just….please be quiet”. Al was too polite. He tried to be forceful and bossy, but unfortunately, that just wasn’t him. He was Quidditch captain this year, playing yet again as Beater. He’d tried out for the position in 4th Year, and it had stuck. So, he was stood there, in the ridiculously cold October afternoon, with the wind making it about 10 xs as hard to hear him, trying to control a pitch of chatty, excited and frozen Gryffindor’s. Poor Al. “EVERYONE SHUT IT!” I bellowed across the pitch. They all stopped talking immediately, turning to face us and looking rather sheepish. I don’t know where my random outburst came from. It just sort of, slipped out. Good for Al I was a generally loud person. “Erm thanks Lily. Anyway, thanks for all coming along. I’ll be getting you into groups and be testing your…ability’s” he shouted over the squealing winds. I was lucky I’d tied my hair up. I think I’d have half the Womping Willow stuck in it by now. The students scattered into groups, the largest being for the position of Seeker, the position which I was going for. We all mounted our brooms, ready to play 5 minute games. I was in group 6, along with Jack Morgan, Eleanor Thomas, two 4th Years and Rory. He looked extra nice in his Quidditch uniform, the red material showing each, individual ab. His hair was windswept, some of the chestnut brown locks covering his eyes. Wait, stop Lily. You need to focus. No boy is going to affect your game. It was like I had a devil on one shoulder, telling me fantasise about kissing him and an angel on the other, telling me to pull myself together. “Group 6…ready...mount…game!” Al shouted. We all flew off into the air, battling against the force of the English winter. I was flying higher than the towers, franticly searching for the snitch. I ducked as a Bludger flew over my head. Come on Snitch, where are you? I need to be seeker. I need something to take my mind off current events. Half an hour you’ve had me waiting, where are you? I felt something graze my cheek as it flew by quickly. I turned to see what it was, and saw a flash of gold. Gotcha. I turned my broom and flew towards the Snitch. I was flying higher into the clouds, brushing away the wisps with my hand. It was right in front of me. I stretched my hand out in front of me and made a wild swipe. I paused for a moment. Something fluttered in my hand. I had it. I smiled and flew back down to the pitch. The position was definitely mine. I’d only been searching an hour, tops. It was record time. “Well done Lily, record time. You get back to the common room, you look frozen” Al greeted me. He had a clipboard in his hand now, ticking everyone off. I nodded and headed back up to the castle. I walked quickly, the sharp wind pushing my back. I turned round a corner to see a group of Slytherin girls. Great. I quickened my pace, trying to avoid them. “Well look who it is girls” said a voice from behind me, a voice I’d know anywhere. Cassandra Zabini. We’d been enemies ever since I accidently made her cauldron explode in first year. Technically, it wasn’t all my doing. She made the Gryffindor fruit bowl pelt apples at me every time I went near it the next day. “Sandy. To what do I owe the pleasure” I smirked. I’d caught her dad calling her Sandy once, and it stuck. She scowled at me, and crossed her arms. “None at all, Lil-Bear” she smirked back. Damn, I forgot about that. She was out for revenge after the whole ‘Sandy’ incident, and just happened to see a certain letter, in which my dad called me ‘Lil-Bear’. I was in 4th year. Cringe much? She and her two friends started to giggle loudly, one of them snorting every so often. “Oh ha-ha, it’s so funny I forgot to laugh” I said, my voice monotone. They stopped laughing, one in mid-snort, and crossed their arms, almost in unison. It was freaky. “Well that’s only because you never laugh. Don’t deny it, I see you around, I hear what people say. You’re not annoyingly bouncy anymore. What happened to you? It’s like someone di- She never finished that sentence. I knew what she was going to say. I felt my wand slip into my hand from my sleeve, and I held it up in a threatening manner. “Finish, that sentence, and you will be dead” I spat. She took a step back, her eyes wide. The two girls followed her, looking at each other. I heard them mutter something like ‘she’s finally lost it’. “Come on girls, let’s leave her” Cassandra said, almost cautiously. They turned away, and made speedily down the corridor. I sighed, my head drooping slightly. I’d immediately regretted what I’d done. What had I done? I know they were complete idiots, but I shouldn’t have done that. I was doing this often. Most laughed, thinking I was being jokey. But I wasn’t. I was serious. I did almost instantly, without thinking. It’s like I was being possessed, like someone was controlling my mind. I pushed my wand back up my sleeve and headed back to the common room. It was darker outside than I last remembered, and I could hear people in the hall. I’d missed dinner for the second time this week. “Password?” the Fat Lady asked. “Pumpkin Pasty” I replied. The portrait swung open, and I clambered inside. It was deathly quiet. I started to hum to myself. I turned to sit on the sofa. “Lily?” a little voice asked me. I jumped, not realising anyone was there. I peered over the sofa, to see my brother, still in his Quidditch uniform, sitting down on the sofa with his clipboard. “Jesus Al, you scared me. What are you still doing up here, shouldn’t you be down at dinner?” I asked. He looked up at me, his eyes solemn. “Al, what’s happened? What’s wrong?” I sat down next to him. “I can’t do it Lily. I can’t captain the team. I’m….rubbish” “Don’t say that. You’re just new to the whole thing. It’ll be fine”. “They all expect me to be like him, to be like James. But I’m not like him, and I never will be”. And with that, Al gently placed his head in his hands and started to sob quietly. I sat there, genuinely amazed. Al had never cried in front of me, not once. I placed my hand on his shoulder, unsure of what to do. Al raised his head, his eyes red and his eyelashes soggy with tears. “It’s just, I-I always f-feel like I’m j-just his younger b-brother and nothing else. They always look pass me. I’m j-just his shadow”. He gulped and looked me in the eyes. “I’m not just an s-shadow, am I?” “No, no you’re not. You are Albus Severus Potter. Shadows don’t have names like that, do they? And I know lots of people who see you for a person, not a shadow” I said. I was trying to be reassuring, god knows whether it worked or not. “Well, that’s how I feel about myself” he muttered. We sat in an awkward silence. I didn’t know what to say. “Anyway, I need to get the team sorted” he said, clearing his voice. He picked up a quill and looked at the parchment as if it was going to pick for him. He chewed the quill in his mouth for a moment, before writing something down, and scribbling it out almost instantly. “Well, if your all set, I’ll see you tomorrow. Night Al” I said hastily, getting up quickly and turning to the dormitories. “Lil, would you help me?” Al asked quietly. “It’s just, you’ve always been good at making decisions, and face it, no matter how much I try, I’ll never get it finished. Please?” “Al, it’s you who’s the captain, not me. It’s not my decision” I said. “God Lily, would it hurt it you to help”. “No, but- “But nothing. Doesn’t matter. You’re hopeless anyway” he spat, and turned back to the clipboard. I sighed and turned away, heading up to the dorm. Nobody was there, luckily. I perched on the end of my bed, picking at the stitching on my quilt. Why was he being like that? Al was the calmest person I knew, or at least he was until about 2 minutes ago. It was probably just a spur of the moment thing. But I don’t see why he needed to talk to me like that. I didn’t deserve that. I turned and picked up my pillow, and threw it rather violently at the wall. Bad move. As it hit the wall, I heard the sound of glass smashing, and it fell with a thump to the floor. I gasped, and ran to pick it up. Shards of glass were scattered on the ground. I brushed them away, and picked up the pillow. I rummaged inside, and pulled a wooden frame out. A family smiled back at me, laughing. The two parents had their arms around each other. A young girl sat on a boys shoulder, her two front teeth missing. The eldest boy ruffled the youngest ones hair. My family. Or what was my family. I can’t remember the last time we were like that. All of us, together, smiling. I let my head hang, my hair fall around my face. As much as I wanted to cry, the tears wouldn’t escape. My eyes were more escape proof than Azkaban. “Lily, what’s wrong”? I turned and saw Cecilia standing at the door way. “You ok? What’s that?”. I shoved the photo back in the pillow, and stood up quickly. “No, nothing’s wrong. Just going to bed actually” I threw the pillow back and sat on the bed. “Night Cecilia” I said, as I drew the hangings around my bed. I heard the bathroom door shut, and I flopped down. I sighed and started to change. She’s getting suspicious, I thought. She’s going to start asking questions soon. I slipped into bed, pulling the quilt up to my chin. The light went out in the dorm, and Cecilia started to breathe heavily. I shut my eyes, and turned over. Everything was quiet tonight. It wasn’t usually this quiet, but it was a nice change. My stomach suddenly let out a low, growling sound. Why had I missed dinner? My stomach once again let out a low, rumbly sound. Mental note; never miss dinner again. http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com |