THROUGH IT YET AGAIN

DISCLAIMER: see chapter 1 up to chapter 8. Go on read it.

Warning: Blah. Blah. Blah. No, I'm kidding. This may have slash but I'm really not sure. Have several mushy scenes because I want to. Have several mistakes because I don't have a beta. All in all if you don't like that kinds of stuffs, don't read. Simple enough? Good.

Author's notes: The story last chapter should not have ended there but my muse did not know how to continue back then. So sorry.

Chapter 9

The Meal with the rest of the undead people

Dumbledore had taken the liberty of telling the order about Harry. Of course some were really in doubt about the whole parallel dimension thing not to mention that a child could beat the dark lord when no one else can. Not even the great Dumbledore. But due to their respect with the headmaster, they kept their opinion to themselves. At least until they see this child he was talking about. They knew about Harry Potter, the child that died with the Kaler's syndrome but not the Harry Potter that came from the parallel dimension.

It didn't help either when they found out the boy was sick. Surely, how could a person imagine him to defeat the He-who-must-not-be-named if he gets sick this easily? But now they have to drop the notion for a while.

And so, here they were in the long mahogany table, about to eat their morning meal with the rest of the order and their families, well almost all the order since it wasn't really possible to have them all present not with so much things to do out there. Severus Snape for one but that wasn't really surprising because he never attend meals with them if he could help it, the Potters for two but they knew already why they were not present courtesy of a certain boy. But the thing that most intrigued them the most was Albus Dumbledore. The old man never stayed in one place too long, especially not in meals like this. Sure they would offer but the headmaster would always refuse. What was the reason now that he was present? Did it have something to do with the boy from another dimension? Now they really wished they could see him right now when all of a sudden they were interrupted with the voices at the door.

The view that greeted them was James with a boy, which they immediately knew was Harry, guiding him to the dining area.

The boy, Harry looked at them. They could see his resemblance, a very obvious resemblance to James Potter and his bright green eyes much like Lily Potter, on him.

Rian held the door for them, Lily in tow with one potion bottle in hand.

"Are you okay?"

Harry ripped his eyes off of the people at the table then turn to look at his father.

"I'm okay. I told you, you don't have to do this."

"And I wouldn't be doing this if you had stayed in your room to eat like you're supposed to."

Sirius Black rose from the chair as well as Remus who pulled a chair for the boy.

"Why in merlin are you doing bringing Harry here?"

"Now Sirius, this son of mine said he wouldn't settle for lying on the bed and be treated in luxury."

"You are his father, James." Sirius reminded him that he should be the one whose words should be followed.

"Try talking to him, then. He's got Lily's attitude."

"And what do you mean by that?" spat Lily.

By this time James had already settled Harry on the chair provided by Remus. Rian on his left side, James on the right.

"Rian, I should be sitting there." Said Lily standing behind her older son.

"I'll feed him, mom so you don't have to bother yourself."

Harry had had enough of this. They were talking as if he was not there. It was really annoying him.

"I can feed myself, thank you very much."

Lily flounced as she sat next to the older teen. She didn't care if she was being childish but she was really looking forward on feeding Harry. The small gesture gave her an acute sense of happiness. She cleared her head, she sounded like she was competing with Rian, her own son for her other son. She suddenly felt embarrassed for acting this way.

The rest of the order stared at them with open-mouthed. The Potters were acting very strange around the boy. Where were the mature, responsible and composed Potters? What has the child done with them?

Harry watched the people occupying the seats at the dining table. It was really overwhelming to see each and every one of them alive. If only they would stop staring at him with their mouths open. May be they haven't realize it but it was starting to get on his nerves no matter what he was feeling about them.

There were a few new faces to him whom he did not remember in the order in his world and mostly familiar ones. He caught sight of Lee Jordan sitting across him with that same face he had remembered. The guy winked at him and he raised his brow to decipher what it was about. Rian scowled beside him. Then came the Weasley family, still friendly even in this world.

Harry had to blink when he saw Ron Weasley eyeing him suspiciously, Hermione beside him who was obviously elbowing him under the table.

"I'll call Kreacher to get you the plates," said Sirius and Harry's head snapped up at the name of the house-elf.

The said house-elf appeared, looking very reluctant and mumbling something about not being the house-elf of the non-Black family. He screamed suddenly when a bolt of light went his way. He vanished before it could hit him.

All of them looked at Harry who was now standing, his index finger pointing to where the house-elf once resided.

"What the…" someone muttered.

"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Rian in concern.

But Harry was not listening to anyone as he made his way to the open area of the room. His sickness forgotten altogether as he looked around wildly.

"Show yourself!"

James, Lily, Sirius and Remus came to his side at once.

"Harry, what are you doing? That is Kreacher," said Sirius.

"Exactly," he answered. "You have to get rid of him."

"Why? That is my house-elf."

"James, Lily. Your son just used a wandless magic." Said one of the order.

"Of course he could do wandless magic. Didn't you pay attention to what Professor Dumbledore said" Remus said irritably.

The rest of the order excluding the Potters, Black, Lupin and the Weasleys went on talking to one another about this. Dumbledore stood up and told them to be silent because it was not the time to confront the matter.

Harry ignored them, his focus on a certain house-elf which he really wanted to kill.

"Harry please. Stop this." Pleaded James who was really getting worried over his son's behavior. They wouldn't even dare touching him without making sure he was on his right mind.

Harry wouldn't hear of it as he walked on one of the corridors which was still part of the dining area. Everyone watched his moves.

Filthy half-blood. You are a Potter, aren't you? My worthless son added yet another one of my disappointments.

The younger Potter lifted his head on the portrait of a woman on the wall. She was screaming at him with the same arrogant attitude he had known of her.

He scowled and the woman stopped abruptly. She got scared when she saw his eyes glinting with fire. The next thing they knew, the portrait exploded and the woman was heard wailing, fleeing to the next portrait.

Remus, Sirius and James rushed over to his side once again, the last grabbing his upright hand.

"I said stop this! Now what is your reason for blasting the portrait?! That is Sirius' mother."

"Get rid of her as well." Said Harry sharply not to anyone in particular.

"Sirius, look what your blasted half-blood almost done to me." the woman cried.

When Harry saw her on the other portrait, he again attempted to explode her but James held him so firmly that he could not pull his hand off. Remus clutching his other hand didn't help either.

"No more of this, Harold," his father said. "This is Sirius' house. Respect him."

"Listen to me!" Harry shouted. "She was a spy passing information to Voldemort in my world even if it was indirectly. As long as you keep her, you won't know if she would leak your plans."

"You might be forgetting. You are not in your world now." James muttered.

The younger teen snorted. "May be but from where I'm standing, she is still the same arrogant bitch I had known."

A loud slapped echoed the room and they all gasped when they saw Lily standing in front of her son. Harry's one cheek covered with pink-red hand mark.

"Don't use those kinds of words. Don't ever call anyone a bitch. Do you hear me, Harry," Lily angrily said to him. Harry only glared at her. James softly reminded his wife that their son was sick and the slap might be too much for him. She suddenly remembered this and her face contorted with a look of horror.

The not- Harry Potter caused harm to the great lady

All of them looked at the house-elf who appeared at the end of the corridor.

Kreacher protects family of the house of Black. Harry Potter wants Kreacher harm. Harry Potter wants to destroy the great lady. Harry Potter not a family of Black. Kreacher can destroy Harry Potter!!

The crooked finger produced a jolt of red flash, aim on Harry. Sirius screamed as well as the rest of the people in sight. It was all too sudden that none had time to do anything but as quickly it came out, it quickly disappeared before it could reach Harry.

Kreacher stared in shock expression. No one moved as Harry went over to the house-elf, lips curved upright.

"Trying to destroy me, Kreacher? Now I have enough reason to kill you."

The house-elf disappeared again before Harry could use a spell.

By this time, everyone had regained their wits.

"Harry, are you alright?" asked his family as well as Remus and Sirius who huddled around him to check if he was okay.

The order was really in a confused state of mind. They didn't know how to react with this. Even the younger teens were frightened with what they were witnessing.

Harry glanced around again. He was really pissed. He didn't want to play hide-and-seek game. He gritted his teeth in anger.

"Kreacher!" he shouted. "Come here."

A popped was heard and Kreacher stood not ten paces away from Harry. Everyone gaped. How could the house-elf of the Blacks obeyed the boy when everybody knew that Kreacher follow only the family of the Blacks. Even Kreacher was clearly confused.

"I guess that colliding thing of both worlds has its good side." Harry said with a devilish smile. His one hand producing a ball of green light.

Kreacher screamed but the attack never came.

Next thing they knew, Rian was embracing Harry tightly, keeping the younger sibling from doing anything. The ball of light was gone from his hand.

Sirius went to the house-elf at once and punished him sending Kreacher to the dungeon, never to come out until he said so.

Perhaps it was the grief in his brother's voice that opted Harry to abandon his plan altogether. Or may be the warmth of the hug he was feeling. He really lost himself there, he knew that. He breathe a sharp intake of breath.

Just as he was beginning to calm down, a familiar tugged of pain came to him. He collapsed right in his brother's arms, knocking them both on the floor.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Rian asked, looking very alarmed.

Harry clutched at his forehead where his scar was located and screamed in agony.

James and Lily went hurriedly to them, the others followed and in a few seconds they were all crowding around the boy. Even Dumbledore.

"Harry…"

ooo

The two dementors cringed before they disappeared completely in a puffed of smoke. The death eaters watched the scene in horror.

At a time like this, they knew the next one who would give the Dark Lord another bad news or report half of what he expected to be would be either be dead or put in a crucio. They fidgeted together, each praying not the one to be called next.

Voldemort leaned over to his left, putting his chin on his hand as his elbow resting on the armrest.

He was not pleased. He was not pleased at all. This was supposed to be the day where St. Mungos would fall into his hands. He had put off the dance long enough to his liking. Now should've been the end of it.

He has a brilliant mind, he knew it and so was everyone. Some who didn't understand him or didn't share his ideas called him crazy and power-hungry, a murderer who didn't know anything else but destruction. A person who only thinks of himself. He didn't mind, he only had them to be killed and if they annoy him so much, then he would play with them for a while and then crushed them altogether.

That had been the planned for St. Mungos. The hospital was allowing patients- muggles and wizards alike. It enraged him to no ends so he put them in an agonizing struggle for supplies and the constant attacks not to mention the increasing patients. They would have been dead today. All the people inside the blasted building but then the Dementors screwed everything up.

The figure he saw from the once surviving Dementors came to his mind. Raven-haired, green eyes. Was that James Potter? No, the picture he saw was much younger.

"Severus."

The man came forward at once, head bowed.

"You know the Potters, right?"

"Not that well, my Lord."

Crucio

Severus Snape bit back his tongue to keep from screaming in pain but nevertheless he plopped down the floor in defeat.

"I'm sorry, my Lord. What do you want to know my Lord. I'll come back to provide you with the answer, my lord."

Crucio!

Another screamed came. No one interrupted. No one helped the man lying on the floor. They knew better than to come to rescue after all, one would have learned by now after serving the dark lord for quite a long time.

"The Potters," said Voldemort. "They have only one son, right?"

Severus Snape went back immediately to his bowed position despite the hurt he was feeling. "Yes, my lord."

"Tell me, Severus, do you know of any other child James Potter might have had aside from the red haired?"

"No, my lord."

Again Severus was hit with a crucio.

"Then tell me, my dear Severus, why did I see one exactly like him in the dementor's eyes?!"

"I am sorry, my Lord. I don't know anything about this. I will find out immediately, my Lord."

Crucio!

Severus dropped down the floor in full force, his body reverberating from the hurt inflicted by the curse.

The dark lord stood, red eyes scanned the crowd of his followers. "You don't have to look into it. The boy is obviously his son and the mudblood." He said not looking at the potions master. The Picture of a young boy came flying into the minds his death eaters.

"All of you, I wanna know everything about this boy. Why I haven't heard of him and how does in Salazar had he managed to conjure a full-bodied patronus. Go now…"

The death eaters needed not to be told twice as they bowed before him and went out of the room immediately. Severus stood up, trying to regain his balance. Voldemort watched him with narrowed eyes.

"Severus, I am growing impatient with you. Try not to disappoint me again." He hissed and the man bowed before leaving as well.

Voldemort went back to his seat, the boy still in his mind and the patronus he conjured only with his hand. Interesting, he thought to himself. Interesting indeed.

ooo

"The lad is a walking time bomb!" Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody exclaimed. "You saw him earlier. He had almost killed a house-elf. A house-elf for crying out loud."

Lily balled her fist. "He wouldn't have done it if the house-elf has not attacked him."

"No, Lily," said Emmeline Vance said. "He first attacked the house-elf. Kreacher was only protecting the house of Black."

James stood up. "Still,Kreacher should not have attacked not until the master tells him so."

"What is the matter with you lots," said Sirius beside James. "You are talking about my godson here over a house-elf."

"Your house-elf, Sirius Black," reminded Sturgis Padmore. "Honestly, Black, don't you feel any remorse for Kreacher?"

"Not for the life of my godson, no way. If my house-elf had hurt even a strand of Harry's hair. I would gladly behead him myself just like we do back then."

They gaped in shocked. They knew Sirius was not rude to house-elves. In fact even Kreacher, he would never get rid of because the man had so much compassion that he knew there was nowhere else the house-elf can go. And to hear this Sirius talking about beheading him was beyond them.

"You are overlooking the fact that Harry tried to hurt Kreacher." said Hestia Jones.

"Where is this going anyway?" asked Lily bluntly.

"You said the boy comes from the light. Would the light act that way?" said Mundungus Fletch Wisteria Walk.

"All of us are capable of dark things, Dung." Answered Remus. "The boy has gone through a lot. Isn't Professor Dumbledore told you that or you might want him to repeat the meeting we held yesterday?"

"Blah," said Dedalus Diggle. "This parallel dimension thing. Dumbledore, can we have other proof other than that of Severus Snape's potion telling us who he is?" the others agreed at once.

"What, don't you think we haven't taken every precaution in identifying my own son?!" said James angrily.

"Calm yourself, James." Interrupted Elphias Doge. "We are merely saying that may be we shouldn't rely solely on Snape's potions alone. We must not forget what is at stake here."

Lily stood from where she was sitting. "Severus' veritaserum was the best bet. You know how advanced it is. It could penetrate through the glamour or any spells, potions the person has been using or been used at and reveal the truth behind. You know what it is capable of, why are you questioning it now?"

"The fact that may be Severus has been deceiving us all along. I mean this is a lot to believe in." Alastor said again.

"And I did tell you I can vouch for his loyalty," Dumbledore calmly replied and all of them fell silent at his dangerous glare. "I really wish you said these things to me when I first told you about him. You want more proof then I will give you more proof until your thirsts have been satisfied."

He motioned for the tall giant. "Hagrid, would you kindly visit Saint Mungos and ask for Healer Fensan to come here."

Hagrid who was silent all the time jumped up slightly when he was called by the Headmaster. He really had nothing to say on the matter only that he believed what the Headmaster said about the boy. He trusted Dumbledore more than anyone else and had to fight an urge not to punch anyone who said at least.

"O' course, 'Eadmaster." And he left the room immediately.

"While were at it why don't we talk about his wand." Continued Albus and picked out the said wand from his robes. He put it gently on the table for them to see.

"This is Harry Potter's wand. This is made of holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, or so Ollivander told me."

"Well about that." said Nymphadora Tonks. "How come the people in St. Mungos identified who owns it when he is not even part of this world? I mean it should have said unknown owner?"

"It seems his name appeared on the Ministry of Magic," explained Dumbledore. "They didn't even know how it got there. The time when he first acquired it did not even appear in their papers."

"I visited Ollivander and he said he had one just like this but with some unexplained reason, the wand disappeared in his care. Now we all know Ollivander has an impeccable memory. He would definitely remember if he sold it to someone and that someone would be remembered."

"Well may be someone stole it." Muttered Dung.

Sirius Snorted. "Stole? From Ollivander? How long have you been in the wizarding world? NO ONE can steal Ollivander's wands. The only thing a person can get a wand from him is when he himself give it to you or sell it to you. Even force consent won't do."

Dung fell silent, feeling stupid at his rushed words. Of course he knew that, his tongue just acted quickly than his thoughts can process.

"But how come it disappeared when the boy already has his wand? Does this mean his got two?" asked Tonks.

Dumbledore shook his head. "No. Just this one. We don't know anything about parallel dimensions. There were theories but no one has proven anything yet, and no one in our history has experienced it yet."

A soft knock can be heard from the door. Arthur, being the closest to the door opened it and the face of Hagrid came into view with Barry Fensan beside him.

"Ah, you're here already." said Albus.

"Good day, Dumbledore." Greeted the healer and gestured to everyone in the room. "Good day to all of you." Some nodded and some answered the same courtesy as he did.

Dumbledore ushered them inside and Bill Weasley gave the man a seat beside the Headmaster.

All were silent for a while until he was settled in. The tan man was also a member of the order. He joined them when his wife was killed along with his sick son from one of the Death Eaters attack. His expertise in healing surpasses than that of an average healer and with that he was one of the assets in the order and of the wizarding world.

"You called for me, Dumbledore?" said the man in a matter of statement when he was already sitting.

"Yes, yes," answered Albus. "The order is undergoing a rather stress situation about the boy, Harry Potter."

Barry Fensan nodded. He knew that was the reason and reached something from under his medi-cloak and produced a small container of red liquid and a folder that has a printed sign, Patient No. 33323 HARRY POTTER. He both put it down on the table and stood up.

"Dumbledore asked me to give him any information concerning the boy the night after Harry was taken with Black and Lupin. He wanted to be sure that the boy was really who he says he was. He told me this because he knew he would need more proofs for some people who would find it hard to believe about his identity." He started and some who were clearly struck as one of those he was referring to glanced at one another in shamed.

Judging from the looks Fensan were seeing he had made a conclusion that they were arguing about this for a while now. He mentally cursed them for being stupid and himself from wasting his time with their stupidity.

"Well anyway I'm sorry, Dumbeldore if it took me so long. You know how careful St. Mungos when it comes to this and with all confidentiality for patients not to mention that the boy was quite in a spotlight for saving the hospital, I found it hard to obtain this."

"It's okay, Barry. I appreciate what you're doing for the order."

Fensan took a deep breath and opened the unshrunken folder. There were papers on it and with a tap of his wand, the papers produced a multiple copies of each page for the rest of the order to see.

The copies were then given to the orde then he held out his own copy after he has seen them all having one.

"Five days ago, the questus found a boy in one of the forests where they usually get our ingredients in making a potion. As you can see, there were neither injuries present nor any signs of sickness when we first saw him but still we could not get him to wake up. We ran some tests to see whose family he belonged to immediately but this was a long process plus the fact that there were so many patients we were having everyday, it has taken a hold of every staff we had. The only thing that we could get an immediate response at once was his wand since it was registered at the Ministry of magic and even that was a lot to handle. The time that the boy woke up and helped us with the dementors was the time we found out who he was."

The order nodded at this surveying the copies they had and the headmaster watched them in observance. "Now, what else do you want to be answered? We might as well have it all out now." He asked, his twinkling eyes flashed before them.

ooo

The first thing that came to Harry was his sense of hearing and he could hear that there were people talking around him. He was still half-asleep and would want to go back to sleeping had it been for the fact that his brother was almost shouting.

"She shouldn't have left." said Rian as he paced back and forth at the foot of the bed. Fred and George watched him in annoyance.

"You cannot expect her to lie around here. She has other patients to attend to, Rian." said Fred.

"And besides she said she can't do anything not unless Harry wakes up from this." added George.

Rian stopped and looked at his brother who was now peacefully sleeping on the bed.

"Why isn't he awake yet?" he asked. "It's been hours."

Harry who knew he couldn't sleep again groaned irritably. "I would've slept longer if I weren't hearing you shouting." he said and was mildly surprised to see Rian hovering his head against his in a sharp beat. Really how could he moved that fast?

"Thank merlin you're awake." The older teen observed his face for a while.

Harry blinked. "What?"

"How do you feel?"

But before he could answer, Rian bent back and gestured for the twins. "Call Madame Pompfrey, tell her my brother woke up."

Harry groaned again and sat up. "I'm fine."

Rian scowled. "You're fine?" he said sarcastically. "You were screaming and clutching your head before you fainted that ended you up here and now you're telling me you're fine?"

"It happened before. It's normal." He explained.

"Normal?" he quirked a brow.

"Why don't you let him speak first?" said Fred and Rian sent him a glare.

George came to his rescue. Sometimes Rian was forgetting who was older. "Just let him talk to know what really happened."

Rian must have thought of this and went over to look at his brother. "Well?"

"How much do you know about me?"

"Everything you told to our parents as far as I know unless they forgot to mention something from me."

"No. They don't know about this."

How should he explain this? Oh yeah did I forget to mention that my scar hurts whenever Voldemort was near or whenever he was feeling murderous and if he was punishing someone in a crucio that he most likely would feel it, too? There, he could picture now how his brother would react to this. He would throw a fit, bring about everyone he was closed to to throw a fit as well and there goes the holiday.

Personally speaking, it wasn't because he purposely forgot to mention about these consequences with his scar. He just felt liked it wasn't significant anymore since it already stopped when he had defeated Voldemort. How was he to know that he would feel like this again? Darn it, he never liked this in the beginning.

Rian raised a brow at his long silence. "I'm still waiting for your explanation or you want dad and mom to ask you instead?"

The younger teen sighed. "It's part of having this scar from Voldemort. In my world, my scar acted as an alarm whenever he was around. My scar woud burn, er hurt if he was near. If he was torturing someone, I could see it but only if he felt the strong urge in doing it. When he was angry, I can feel his anger or in his case hatred. And last but not that least, when the connection was really really strong, the one he was torturing, I could feel it, too."

Harry stopped suddenly. Torture? Fuck, he totally forgot. He grabbed his brother in a firm grip.

"You have to help him."

"Wha-what? Who?" Rian asked, confusion written to his face. What caused this abrupt changed in behavior? One minute his brother looked annoyed, the next this? He wondered if his brother was mentally stable.

"Sev." Answered Harry.

"Sev?" the twins said in unison.

Harry groaned. "Severus Snape. You have to help him. Voldemort was furious with him and he had put him in a crucio. Get Poppy to help him."

"Sev?" repeated Rian and Harry felt the urge to strangle him for not moving quickly.

"Yes, he was/is stubborn even he was/is in pain. He would always lack himself in his quarters - the dungeons whenever he was/is hurt." He explained. He really should stop doing this. Everyone was alive, he should treat them alive.

Rian still has not moved.

"What are you waiting for?" Harry exclaimed impatiently. If he could, he would do it himself but as of now his body was still throbbing from the crucio where he also felt the effect Severus was inflicted upon.

"Harry, Snape can take care of himself. You should be thinking about yourself."

The younger teen narrowed his eyes. "If you don't help him then I'll do it myself." He said and made a move to crawl out of bed but his brother stopped him.

"You are not going anywhere. I will get help for him." Rian glanced at the twins while he put his brother back to bed. "Look after him. I'll firecall Madam Pompfrey and get my parents as well."

With that, he left the room in a hurry leaving the twins behind.

"That Rian," started Fred.

"He didn't even ask if we want to." Continued George.

Harry watched them now. Fred and George, the two inseparable twins. Both of which had inherited the Marauders gift of pranks.

Flashback

There were clashed of battles again. All of them were busy on each death eater when all of a sudden the building collapsed. It was supposed to be Harry but Fred had taken the fall. George was inconsolable and vowed to avenge his brother's death.

"I will never forgive them, Harry. My brother was everything to me. Without him I am nothing."

End of flashback

George did have taken the revenge he wanted but at the cost of his life. Sometimes Harry blamed himself for being alive that day at the expense of Fred that resulted in George's death as well.

"So." Fred was talking again.

"You can do wandless magic."

"We liked what you did with Kreacher. He really is a big pest."

"Sirius didn't want to get rid of him."

"He said the house-elf had nowhere else to go but here."

"And that Kreacher has been serving the Black family for ages."

"Although that killing thing."

"Is a bit scary."

"To us."

Harry glanced back and forth at them then when he couldn't contained it, he laughed out loud. The twins quirked a brow, their awkwardness forgotten.

"You really are Fred and George."

"Well, who else do you think?" said George.

The two moved closer, sitting on each of Harry's side at the foot of the bed.

"What do you say in telling us about us."

"Ahm, you died," answered Harry.

The older teens didn't even flinch.

"We meant."

"How was our life when."

"We were still alive?"

Harry thought for a moment then he grinned. "I'll tell you if you answer my own questions."

Fred and George looked at each other then to him. "What question do you want to know?"

"Well tell me about this world of yours."

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Hay. Pretty long chapter if you ask me. This was supposed to be a two chapter story but then I realized I'm in chapter 10 already but Harry has not yet seen Hogwarts or anything outside of this house he was living in. Sorry it took so long. My muse and I couldn't decide how to continue with the last three pages so we got stacked for a while.

I haven't bought the last installment of Harry Potter although it was already out so I have no clue about it. So thanks for the information.

I actually can't remember the rest of the Harry Potter books so if I made a mistake about things try to overlook it. (o) Or may be tell me? Just be nice.

Anyway, I wonder where Rowling got the ingredients she had mentioned in her books when it came to potions. My muse wants to toss some here and there in the future.

Thanks for the review and if you haven't reviewed. You are really hurting me because of your silence.