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"Were all insane, some of us are just better at hiding it"
EPISODE 4-THE UNEXPECTED AND THE GOLDEN FELINE
"Wormtail" Screeched a horrid voice through the darknees.
"Yes my lord"
"Crucio" screamed the Dark Lord in twisted glee. "Peter" Voldemort spat as if the name alone sickened him.
"It has come to my attention, or rather some unkown sorce has brought it to my attention, that there is a traitor in our mist." Said Voldermort idely while Wormtail convulsed on the floor before him.
"Myyyy Myyy Lorr Lorrrd pleassssse" Wormtail begged unable to say anymore due to the unbearable pain caused by the cruciatos curse.
Voldemort snorted like a hard headed teenager, and began to chortle. A long time ago he learned never to reveal what he was really thinking in the presence of company. The Dark Lord knew Wormtail knew nothing of this supposed traitor, unlike Lucias he was not ambitious, unlike Bellatrix he was not a sadistic servent of the dark side. No, the life, the man known as Peter Petegrew lived was one strictly out of fear, fear for his own well being.
There was time's when the dark lord questioned Goldric Griffindor magical abilities, for it was he who created the hat that placed children in their respected houses. It appeared to Voldemort that there was a flaw, and his proff was right in front of him pleading for his pathetic life like the rat he was.
"Myyyy Myyy Lorr…"
"Shut you're mouth you insolent fool" demanded the Dark Lord with aggitation. "I cant her my self think with you're constant bable"
"My Lord?" Came a famine voice from behind the wooden door. Voldemort did not answear. Bellatrix Lestarnge entered the dark chamber with her head bowed.
"My lord, perhaps this warning from this unknown source is simply a hoax. Perhaps this is simply that fool Dumbledore, up to his treachery…"
"Crucio" Voldemort Spat once again draped in a screech.
Bellatrix Lestrange lay next to Peter Petegrew, anger painted on her face, how could "she" be reduced to such a punishment. It was not her first time being punished by the dark lord for speaking out of term, in fact she did it quit often. But only out of love and worship, her every thought revolved around her twisted master.
And she was positive he knew this, which explained why he some what valued her company. At least that's what she thought. She did thing's that she knew would anger him only enough to land her in front of her beloved master, submitted to his control. She was attracted to the thought that this bought him much elation.
And of course he trusted her beyond a reasonable doubt, respected her so much that he held her in higher regard then all other's, except "Dumbledore's Monkey" of course Sirvius Snape. Sirvius Snape, who as far as she knew could count on his finger's the amount of time's he'd been punished, but to be laying next to one Peter Petegrew, was unexceptable, unimaginable.
What had she done to deserve this? Something was seriously wrong. Bullocxks! There she was again, laying on a hard damp floor in bone rattling agony, yet she was thinking of that courageous fool of a cousin she murdered.
Murdered in an instant, but in that instant had she really meant what shed done? It didn't matter, the fool would have died anyway, he was to prideful, then again he was a Black at heart ready and willing to fight to the death for what he believed in, better it was her then anyone else, anyone less worthy.
"Bellatrix Lestrange, I am going to kill you" Voldemort whisperd in a disgusted tone.
If Bellatrix wasn't in immense pain she would have heard her master's heart break before she was engulfed in the all to familiar green light.
"Get me some milk Wormtail" Voldemort hissed, finnaly releasing Wormtail from his convulsions of pain. The man, if that's what one decided to call such a foul being, slowly made his way to his full height and quickly limped out of the room with out so much as a glance in his master direction.
"Draco Draco Draco, should I desolate the entire black line tonight? For you and your silly mother is all that remains of "The Most Noble House of Black" Cackled the dark lord addressing the motionless figures in the far corners of the room, stupefied. Voldemort raised his wand ominously in the directenion of Draco and his mother.
"Myyyy Lorrrd" Stuterd Wormtail announcing his return, with the dark lords request.
Voldemort shot him an evil glare before accepting the beverage and lowering his wand. He drank, and then a mischvious smile spraed across his reptillian like features.
"I think I may have use for you yet boy. Wormtail! Dispose of Be…Bellatrix"
As Wormtail began to raise Bellatrix Lestarnge with his wand, Voldemort threw his half empy glass of milk at him.
"With your hands you filthy rat!"
"Of course my…my…lor…lord, My deepest apolgies!" Wormtail said scurrying away with Bellatrix Lestarnge lifeless body with in his bare hands.
Voldemort raised his wand toward the dark corner once more with the exception that he seemed less enthusiastic then before. He waved his wand idley releasing Draco and his mother from their paralyzed state. Draco grabbed his mother's hand and dashed for the exit only to be thrown backwards by an unseen force.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet Draco my darling. You're father has failed me, The Dark Lord, one to many times. His punishment, besides his cozy little flat in Dear old Azkaban, shall be you! His precious Draco…"
Sing me to sleep….Sing me to sleep….I'm tired….I want to go to bed.
Sing me to sleep….Sing me to sleep…I'm tired….I want to go to bed.
"He speaks the truth Harry, I know you're tired but this is not where you belong. And when you get here don't tell Lily I said this, but I always liked…Harrison."
"Harry bloody Potter! Youre freaking me out mate." Ron said panicing.
"Scream a bit louder Ronald I don't think the rest of ottery st. Catherpole heard you clearly enough." Hermione saased concerned.
"Bugger off" Harry said grumply turning over. He felt cold all of a suden and began sleepily reaching for his blanket.
Ron and Hermione exhaled with sighs of relief.
"Well let's leave him to it then, obviously the prat loves the great outdoors." Ron said indifferently, holding in his laughter and nudging Hermione. Hermione stared at him with an exasperated expression, shaking her head in that Hermionish way.
Harry then slaped his face rescuing it from a persistant insect. Then is when he began to stir, finnaly opening his eyes, he immeadtly shot up, the first thing he noticed was the terrible ache in his neck.
"Where am I? I thought I was dead" Harry demanded holding his chest, franticly searching for his wand.
The smirk on Rons face subsided instantly, Hermione eye's began to sweal up with tears, as she breathed in to the muzzle around her mouth that she'd created using the palm of her hand.
Harry tried to stand but his legs refused to oblige, he tried to breath but his lungs seemed to despise oxygen. He felt great sorrow, he felt pain, as if it was the first time he'd ever experienced the damned emotion
"Harry" whimpered Hermione, who he'd noticed whas the only thing holding him up beside's Ron. "You're scar is bleeding"
Ron ripped off a piece of his pajamas and began to whipe Harrys forhead, Hermione began to to dust him off apparently he was lying in the garden. How had he got here? How had he slept in a garden full of gnomes undisturbed? Was he sleep walking? Harry remeberd Dudley metioning people who actualy had such a diease. But this was different wasn't it. Harry Potter was no sleep walker, he think he would have noticed by now, no, this smelled like Voldemort. Hermione and Ron lead Harry back into Burrow.
"Listen don't tell any one about this ok, I really don't feel like answearing anymore questions." Harry managed to say holding the blood soaked rag tight to his forhead, afraid to reveal what was underneath in the fear that it might actualy be a open wound; it hurt just that bad. Ron and Hermione looked at each other wearily, but shook there heads in agreement none the less.
The sky was lavender, the air was cool, and Harry felt as though he'd lost Sirius all over again.
'Arry you look so pasty and pale, it was the Dark Lord, yes?" Fleur Delacour shot straight up with her wand in hand, and dashed towards the kitchen window searching for the dark lord or rather some unknown perpatraitor.
"Fleur I'm fine" said Harry as he walked through the doorway with the assisstance of his two best friends in the entire world.
"No, you are bleeding you silly boy, I knew 'zere was some'zhing awful about the way you looked yesterday. Zhese people are blind! No?" Fleur fussed defiantly, rushing to Harry with utter disdain planted on her face. She traced her wand across his own focusing on his forehead, the same spell Hermione had attemtempted right before they walked through the door although Fleur's spell felt far more affective.
"Thanks Fleur that feel's awesome" said Harry feeling the spell soothing effect take hold of him. Through his peripheral vision he could see Hermione's face harden, Fleur seemed to have noticed this also, at least that's what the smug look on her face told him.
"But do you know where that short bloke is with the weird hair? Yesterday he gave me a pepper up potion and it worked wonders." Harry asked with out thinking about it.
He was sure the rest of the Weasley family would wake soon, especially Mrs. Weasley and he wanted to look as normal as possible. Yesterday, he, Hermione and Ron had managed to explain to Ron's mom that the smoke she "thought" she smelled was from Ron botching up a spell Hermione was attempting to teach them( they where afraid to get the little guy in trouble the lad couldn't be a day over fifteen).
This excited Mrs. Waesley to no end , she commended Ron for his studiousness seeing as though one could never be pepaired enough for NEWTS. They where so caught up in there deep conversation about Voldemort and his mysterious plans they'd failed to mention there OWL results.
"Sorry 'aary I do not know of zhis person with obscure 'air you speak of, besides I don't like short men 'eenyway." Fleur stated, as if she was searching for her dignity. She then offered some French dishes, so as to help him regain his energy.
The sun rays was barley peaking through the clouds, he realized how paranoid he was earlier, it would be a couple hours before any one else awoke.
"Fleur why are you up so early?" asked Harry rubing his neck as he pulled out a chair to take a seat. As did Hermione and Ron apparently gridlocked in a private conversation.
"My sister, Gabriella, is suppose to write to me Zhis morning." Fleur said after a long pause. Harry deduced that this was not the truth, or at least not the whole truth. Fleur looked so graceful and elegant as she prepaired their breakfast, Harry felt as though he hadn't ate in ages.
Yet he couldn't help wondering just who exactly was this bloke with the lively hair that seemed to show up and dissapear at the drop of a he be scared? No, this was the burrow, it was well guared and protected, no one could just come and go as they pleased unless they were authorized too. At least that was Hermione thoughts on the matter.
Fleur made a satisfied snort signifying that she was done with their meal. she placed some French crates in front of Harry with two bowl's, one of whip cream, and one of mixed fruits(mostly strawberries) she did the same for Hermione and Ron.
She then made a second round and poured them liquid of a distinct bronze coloring with flakes of lily's. Harry unlike the new and improved Ron took no time in trying to impress Fleur with manners but immeadtly stuffed his face. Even Hermione looked delightfuly satisfied with the glorius dish.
When Harry took a sip of this new concoaction whitch Fleur placed in a silver mideveil flask( she must have conjured from home) It tasted similar to chapagne but not as dry, it was sweet and upon making contact with his tongue begin to pop in his mouth, which prolonged the taste of the bronze liquid all in one sip.
"Fleur does this beverage have a name?" Said Harry happily gulping down more of his drink. Fleur blushed and placed some of her loose hair behind her ear.
"Fleur-de-lis!" Fleur mumbled as as she ran to the window, as soon as she opend it a beautiful grey owl swooped in and nibbled her ear affectionately, similar to Hedwig when she greetd Harry after long periods of time apart.
"Look Georgie, it seems we weren't invited to these most delicious festivities-" Fred said as if he was taken aback after entering the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand..
"In our own humble abode" George said flabbergasted, rubbing the noticeable bags under his eye's.
"Why I never, although id be willing to overlook such disregard, if the most gracious Mrs. Delacour would be willing to.."
"Sod off you morons, or ill tell Mom you've been working on dangerous experiments in your OLD room, not to mention that muggle coffee maker machine you had dad construct for you."
"You wouldn't dare-". George started.
"I wouldn't be so sure Geourge, ickle Ronnikens sackage finnaly droped during that Ministry ordeal, me myself, I wouldn't put anything past the love struck bloke. Its almost kinda cute." Said Fred eyeing Hermione mischvelousy.
"Come on Fred, I can tell when our presecnce isn't wanted ." Said Geroge with a a grin on his face, after trying to shake every last drop out of his coffe mug.
"Sure ill be taking this though" Fred said snatching Hermione bowl of fruit, while geourge robed Ron of his remaining crates.
"You insolent barbarians" Hermione began to argue.
"Ah ah sister in law of mine, if mom caught you lot,excluding dear old Harry of course, chowing down on some other woman's breakfast, in her own house, shell have you're head."
"Were only looking out for you're best intrest, really, besides I thought you were team "Phlegm". Teased George, taking Fred's lead and walking out of the kitchen with out another word.
Hermione looked confused and a bit upset, while Ron sat there eating his fruit and whiped cream, with a brillant smile, and vague eyes. Harry silently applauded the twins for their short showcase they always knew exactly what to say to throw the self conscious genius, Hermione Granger, of her high horse and into a state of utter bafflement.
Fleur was oblivious to the whole conversation since she was stuck on her sister's letter.
Harry enjoyed the rest of his meal in silence, although his head still hurt a bit, all he could think of was the relationship forming between his two best friends. He stared out the window and watched the sun shoo away vast amounts of clouds and finally reveal itself.
"Happy birthday Harry" said a voice from Harry's bedside, he reached for his glasses but they where already lying next to him, he put them on and a beautiful red head came into focus, no, it was only Ginny.
"Ginny you didn't have to get me anything, Honestly I think you where the only one that remembered." Said Harry covering himself up a bit he'd told Ron ad Hermione that he was still a bit tired earlier that morning and decided to take nap and skip Mrs. Weasley breakfast.
Ginny had caught him slump with only a pair of nickers on, but he couldn't remember being so embarrassed about it before.
"Just open it" Ginny said amusingly, hitting him in the arm.
It was covered in gold wrappings with a maroone bow. Harry pondered that she must have choosen it herself and knowing ginny she didn't want to ask for help when she couldn't find the exact griffdnor color scheme. Harry smilled to himself knowingly.
Harry unwraped the huge box and a small gold pendent in the shape of the griffydor Lion was lying there.
"Thanks Gin-Gin" Harry said laughing. He watched as her checks turned rosey red. And she got up and began to walk from the room.
"It isn't just a pendent, its real gold, and it has strong magical properties. Look at the back." Harry did so and seen the intials A.D.
"Professor Mcgonguel gave it to me last year, when she found out I was apart of the D.A. She told me a friend had given it to her during the war against Grinwald." Ginny informed Harry, then she abruptly left the room.
There was a letter in the box also.
Dear, Potter
Their planning a little surprise party for you in the scullery, I wasn't suppose to say anything of course but I hate surprise myself, and thought that you should have a heads up.
Your friend
Ginny
P.s. Don't open Fred's and George present in public.
Harry had a laugh, then realized for the first time in weeks he hadn't had a nightmare, he drifted back to sleep praying to find solice once more.
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"Were all insane, some of us are just better at hiding it"
EPISODE 4-THE UNEXPECTED AND THE GOLDEN FELINE
"Wormtail" Screeched a horrid voice through the darknees.
"Yes my lord"
"Crucio" screamed the Dark Lord in twisted glee. "Peter" Voldemort spat as if the name alone sickened him.
"It has come to my attention, or rather some unkown sorce has brought it to my attention, that there is a traitor in our mist." Said Voldermort idely while Wormtail convulsed on the floor before him.
"Myyyy Myyy Lorr Lorrrd pleassssse" Wormtail begged unable to say anymore due to the unbearable pain caused by the cruciatos curse.
Voldemort snorted like a hard headed teenager, and began to chortle. A long time ago he learned never to reveal what he was really thinking in the presence of company. The Dark Lord knew Wormtail knew nothing of this supposed traitor, unlike Lucias he was not ambitious, unlike Bellatrix he was not a sadistic servent of the dark side. No, the life, the man known as Peter Petegrew lived was one strictly out of fear, fear for his own well being.
There was time's when the dark lord questioned Goldric Griffindor magical abilities, for it was he who created the hat that placed children in their respected houses. It appeared to Voldemort that there was a flaw, and his proff was right in front of him pleading for his pathetic life like the rat he was.
"Myyyy Myyy Lorr…"
"Shut you're mouth you insolent fool" demanded the Dark Lord with aggitation. "I cant her my self think with you're constant bable"
"My Lord?" Came a famine voice from behind the wooden door. Voldemort did not answear. Bellatrix Lestarnge entered the dark chamber with her head bowed.
"My lord, perhaps this warning from this unknown source is simply a hoax. Perhaps this is simply that fool Dumbledore, up to his treachery…"
"Crucio" Voldemort Spat once again draped in a screech.
Bellatrix Lestrange lay next to Peter Petegrew, anger painted on her face, how could "she" be reduced to such a punishment. It was not her first time being punished by the dark lord for speaking out of term, in fact she did it quit often. But only out of love and worship, her every thought revolved around her twisted master.
And she was positive he knew this, which explained why he some what valued her company. At least that's what she thought. She did thing's that she knew would anger him only enough to land her in front of her beloved master, submitted to his control. She was attracted to the thought that this bought him much elation.
And of course he trusted her beyond a reasonable doubt, respected her so much that he held her in higher regard then all other's, except "Dumbledore's Monkey" of course Sirvius Snape. Sirvius Snape, who as far as she knew could count on his finger's the amount of time's he'd been punished, but to be laying next to one Peter Petegrew, was unexceptable, unimaginable.
What had she done to deserve this? Something was seriously wrong. Bullocxks! There she was again, laying on a hard damp floor in bone rattling agony, yet she was thinking of that courageous fool of a cousin she murdered.
Murdered in an instant, but in that instant had she really meant what shed done? It didn't matter, the fool would have died anyway, he was to prideful, then again he was a Black at heart ready and willing to fight to the death for what he believed in, better it was her then anyone else, anyone less worthy.
"Bellatrix Lestrange, I am going to kill you" Voldemort whisperd in a disgusted tone.
If Bellatrix wasn't in immense pain she would have heard her master's heart break before she was engulfed in the all to familiar green light.
"Get me some milk Wormtail" Voldemort hissed, finnaly releasing Wormtail from his convulsions of pain. The man, if that's what one decided to call such a foul being, slowly made his way to his full height and quickly limped out of the room with out so much as a glance in his master direction.
"Draco Draco Draco, should I desolate the entire black line tonight? For you and your silly mother is all that remains of "The Most Noble House of Black" Cackled the dark lord addressing the motionless figures in the far corners of the room, stupefied. Voldemort raised his wand ominously in the directenion of Draco and his mother.
"Myyyy Lorrrd" Stuterd Wormtail announcing his return, with the dark lords request.
Voldemort shot him an evil glare before accepting the beverage and lowering his wand. He drank, and then a mischvious smile spraed across his reptillian like features.
"I think I may have use for you yet boy. Wormtail! Dispose of Be…Bellatrix"
As Wormtail began to raise Bellatrix Lestarnge with his wand, Voldemort threw his half empy glass of milk at him.
"With your hands you filthy rat!"
"Of course my…my…lor…lord, My deepest apolgies!" Wormtail said scurrying away with Bellatrix Lestarnge lifeless body with in his bare hands.
Voldemort raised his wand toward the dark corner once more with the exception that he seemed less enthusiastic then before. He waved his wand idley releasing Draco and his mother from their paralyzed state. Draco grabbed his mother's hand and dashed for the exit only to be thrown backwards by an unseen force.
"Oh, I'm not done with you yet Draco my darling. You're father has failed me, The Dark Lord, one to many times. His punishment, besides his cozy little flat in Dear old Azkaban, shall be you! His precious Draco…"
Sing me to sleep….Sing me to sleep….I'm tired….I want to go to bed.
Sing me to sleep….Sing me to sleep…I'm tired….I want to go to bed.
"He speaks the truth Harry, I know you're tired but this is not where you belong. And when you get here don't tell Lily I said this, but I always liked…Harrison."
"Harry bloody Potter! Youre freaking me out mate." Ron said panicing.
"Scream a bit louder Ronald I don't think the rest of ottery st. Catherpole heard you clearly enough." Hermione saased concerned.
"Bugger off" Harry said grumply turning over. He felt cold all of a suden and began sleepily reaching for his blanket.
Ron and Hermione exhaled with sighs of relief.
"Well let's leave him to it then, obviously the prat loves the great outdoors." Ron said indifferently, holding in his laughter and nudging Hermione. Hermione stared at him with an exasperated expression, shaking her head in that Hermionish way.
Harry then slaped his face rescuing it from a persistant insect. Then is when he began to stir, finnaly opening his eyes, he immeadtly shot up, the first thing he noticed was the terrible ache in his neck.
"Where am I? I thought I was dead" Harry demanded holding his chest, franticly searching for his wand.
The smirk on Rons face subsided instantly, Hermione eye's began to sweal up with tears, as she breathed in to the muzzle around her mouth that she'd created using the palm of her hand.
Harry tried to stand but his legs refused to oblige, he tried to breath but his lungs seemed to despise oxygen. He felt great sorrow, he felt pain, as if it was the first time he'd ever experienced the damned emotion
"Harry" whimpered Hermione, who he'd noticed whas the only thing holding him up beside's Ron. "You're scar is bleeding"
Ron ripped off a piece of his pajamas and began to whipe Harrys forhead, Hermione began to to dust him off apparently he was lying in the garden. How had he got here? How had he slept in a garden full of gnomes undisturbed? Was he sleep walking? Harry remeberd Dudley metioning people who actualy had such a diease. But this was different wasn't it. Harry Potter was no sleep walker, he think he would have noticed by now, no, this smelled like Voldemort. Hermione and Ron lead Harry back into Burrow.
"Listen don't tell any one about this ok, I really don't feel like answearing anymore questions." Harry managed to say holding the blood soaked rag tight to his forhead, afraid to reveal what was underneath in the fear that it might actualy be a open wound; it hurt just that bad. Ron and Hermione looked at each other wearily, but shook there heads in agreement none the less.
The sky was lavender, the air was cool, and Harry felt as though he'd lost Sirius all over again.
'Arry you look so pasty and pale, it was the Dark Lord, yes?" Fleur Delacour shot straight up with her wand in hand, and dashed towards the kitchen window searching for the dark lord or rather some unknown perpatraitor.
"Fleur I'm fine" said Harry as he walked through the doorway with the assisstance of his two best friends in the entire world.
"No, you are bleeding you silly boy, I knew 'zere was some'zhing awful about the way you looked yesterday. Zhese people are blind! No?" Fleur fussed defiantly, rushing to Harry with utter disdain planted on her face. She traced her wand across his own focusing on his forehead, the same spell Hermione had attemtempted right before they walked through the door although Fleur's spell felt far more affective.
"Thanks Fleur that feel's awesome" said Harry feeling the spell soothing effect take hold of him. Through his peripheral vision he could see Hermione's face harden, Fleur seemed to have noticed this also, at least that's what the smug look on her face told him.
"But do you know where that short bloke is with the weird hair? Yesterday he gave me a pepper up potion and it worked wonders." Harry asked with out thinking about it.
He was sure the rest of the Weasley family would wake soon, especially Mrs. Weasley and he wanted to look as normal as possible. Yesterday, he, Hermione and Ron had managed to explain to Ron's mom that the smoke she "thought" she smelled was from Ron botching up a spell Hermione was attempting to teach them( they where afraid to get the little guy in trouble the lad couldn't be a day over fifteen).
This excited Mrs. Waesley to no end , she commended Ron for his studiousness seeing as though one could never be pepaired enough for NEWTS. They where so caught up in there deep conversation about Voldemort and his mysterious plans they'd failed to mention there OWL results.
"Sorry 'aary I do not know of zhis person with obscure 'air you speak of, besides I don't like short men 'eenyway." Fleur stated, as if she was searching for her dignity. She then offered some French dishes, so as to help him regain his energy.
The sun rays was barley peaking through the clouds, he realized how paranoid he was earlier, it would be a couple hours before any one else awoke.
"Fleur why are you up so early?" asked Harry rubing his neck as he pulled out a chair to take a seat. As did Hermione and Ron apparently gridlocked in a private conversation.
"My sister, Gabriella, is suppose to write to me Zhis morning." Fleur said after a long pause. Harry deduced that this was not the truth, or at least not the whole truth. Fleur looked so graceful and elegant as she prepaired their breakfast, Harry felt as though he hadn't ate in ages.
Yet he couldn't help wondering just who exactly was this bloke with the lively hair that seemed to show up and dissapear at the drop of a he be scared? No, this was the burrow, it was well guared and protected, no one could just come and go as they pleased unless they were authorized too. At least that was Hermione thoughts on the matter.
Fleur made a satisfied snort signifying that she was done with their meal. she placed some French crates in front of Harry with two bowl's, one of whip cream, and one of mixed fruits(mostly strawberries) she did the same for Hermione and Ron.
She then made a second round and poured them liquid of a distinct bronze coloring with flakes of lily's. Harry unlike the new and improved Ron took no time in trying to impress Fleur with manners but immeadtly stuffed his face. Even Hermione looked delightfuly satisfied with the glorius dish.
When Harry took a sip of this new concoaction whitch Fleur placed in a silver mideveil flask( she must have conjured from home) It tasted similar to chapagne but not as dry, it was sweet and upon making contact with his tongue begin to pop in his mouth, which prolonged the taste of the bronze liquid all in one sip.
"Fleur does this beverage have a name?" Said Harry happily gulping down more of his drink. Fleur blushed and placed some of her loose hair behind her ear.
"Fleur-de-lis!" Fleur mumbled as as she ran to the window, as soon as she opend it a beautiful grey owl swooped in and nibbled her ear affectionately, similar to Hedwig when she greetd Harry after long periods of time apart.
"Look Georgie, it seems we weren't invited to these most delicious festivities-" Fred said as if he was taken aback after entering the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand..
"In our own humble abode" George said flabbergasted, rubbing the noticeable bags under his eye's.
"Why I never, although id be willing to overlook such disregard, if the most gracious Mrs. Delacour would be willing to.."
"Sod off you morons, or ill tell Mom you've been working on dangerous experiments in your OLD room, not to mention that muggle coffee maker machine you had dad construct for you."
"You wouldn't dare-". George started.
"I wouldn't be so sure Geourge, ickle Ronnikens sackage finnaly droped during that Ministry ordeal, me myself, I wouldn't put anything past the love struck bloke. Its almost kinda cute." Said Fred eyeing Hermione mischvelousy.
"Come on Fred, I can tell when our presecnce isn't wanted ." Said Geroge with a a grin on his face, after trying to shake every last drop out of his coffe mug.
"Sure ill be taking this though" Fred said snatching Hermione bowl of fruit, while geourge robed Ron of his remaining crates.
"You insolent barbarians" Hermione began to argue.
"Ah ah sister in law of mine, if mom caught you lot,excluding dear old Harry of course, chowing down on some other woman's breakfast, in her own house, shell have you're head."
"Were only looking out for you're best intrest, really, besides I thought you were team "Phlegm". Teased George, taking Fred's lead and walking out of the kitchen with out another word.
Hermione looked confused and a bit upset, while Ron sat there eating his fruit and whiped cream, with a brillant smile, and vague eyes. Harry silently applauded the twins for their short showcase they always knew exactly what to say to throw the self conscious genius, Hermione Granger, of her high horse and into a state of utter bafflement.
Fleur was oblivious to the whole conversation since she was stuck on her sister's letter.
Harry enjoyed the rest of his meal in silence, although his head still hurt a bit, all he could think of was the relationship forming between his two best friends. He stared out the window and watched the sun shoo away vast amounts of clouds and finally reveal itself.
"Happy birthday Harry" said a voice from Harry's bedside, he reached for his glasses but they where already lying next to him, he put them on and a beautiful red head came into focus, no, it was only Ginny.
"Ginny you didn't have to get me anything, Honestly I think you where the only one that remembered." Said Harry covering himself up a bit he'd told Ron ad Hermione that he was still a bit tired earlier that morning and decided to take nap and skip Mrs. Weasley breakfast.
Ginny had caught him slump with only a pair of nickers on, but he couldn't remember being so embarrassed about it before.
"Just open it" Ginny said amusingly, hitting him in the arm.
It was covered in gold wrappings with a maroone bow. Harry pondered that she must have choosen it herself and knowing ginny she didn't want to ask for help when she couldn't find the exact griffdnor color scheme. Harry smilled to himself knowingly.
Harry unwraped the huge box and a small gold pendent in the shape of the griffydor Lion was lying there.
"Thanks Gin-Gin" Harry said laughing. He watched as her checks turned rosey red. And she got up and began to walk from the room.
"It isn't just a pendent, its real gold, and it has strong magical properties. Look at the back." Harry did so and seen the intials A.D.
"Professor Mcgonguel gave it to me last year, when she found out I was apart of the D.A. She told me a friend had given it to her during the war against Grinwald." Ginny informed Harry, then she abruptly left the room.
There was a letter in the box also.
Dear, Potter
Their planning a little surprise party for you in the scullery, I wasn't suppose to say anything of course but I hate surprise myself, and thought that you should have a heads up.
Your friend
Ginny
P.s. Don't open Fred's and George present in public.
Harry had a laugh, then realized for the first time in weeks he hadn't had a nightmare, he drifted back to sleep praying to find solice once more.
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