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sua_layAuthor: Rimau Sua Lay
Rating: overall NC-17, Angst, Drama, Action/Adventure, First Time
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry/Snape, Ron/Draco, (Sirius/Remus)
Date: December 2002 - ?
Disclaimers: Not mine, borrowed without permission, am not making any money. Please don't sue. Sherbet Lemon?
Summary for Book Two: -Voldemort has a plan. To make it work, he needs his most loyal Death Eaters and their progeny. After a vicious attack, two Slytherins must decide if blood is thicker than potions.
The tension filling Harry was a familiar one. It had followed him these last few days, his constant companion.
He'd thought the weekend had been bad; worrying about the people he cared for, not being able to do anything to help had been pure hell. Paling every lonely night spent in the cupboard under the stairs.
Compared to the scare he'd had at dinner, those worries now felt insignificant.
"You think Malfoy was serious?" Panting the words out as he scrambled up the stairs in near run after his friends, Ron voiced the thought filling everyone's mind.
Hermione shrugged. She had no idea. "I really don't know. It seems like an obvious trap, but we must consider the reactions of the other Slytherins as well. They're not that good actors." The horror on Pansy's face hadn't been faked. She'd seemed completely shocked.
Harry didn't say anything, he just hurried up the stairs, heading towards the corridor where the familiar gargoyle was.
The day had started out well, even with just the few hours of sleep he'd caught after Sirius had finished with his stories and ushered him to bed.
Thanks to Ron and Seamus' loud bickering, he'd been woken up even earlier than usual. Since he hadn't really felt sleepy, he'd joined his friends at breakfast. Feeling energized, he'd followed his friends to Hagrid's hut only to hear that the classes were cancelled.
With hours of relatively free time, he'd headed towards the dungeons.
It had been a good decision, and he'd enjoyed his stay with Snape as usual. Going to the dungeons to work on his homework had been the best option for the day; everyone was busy with studying so no one would really miss him. Even Ron had seemed to be immersed in his Arithmancy book.
Harry muttered out the password and then rode up the turning staircase with Ron and Hermione right behind him. Maybe he shouldn't have been so pleased with the way things were going with him and Snape. Seeing Malfoy walk to the man with his wand drawn had definitely felt like every other nasty surprise the universe had thrown at him.
Reminding him of the wonder of hearing he was a part of a world that had nothing to do with wearing torn clothes that didn't fit and being treated like dirt, followed by the explanations of Voldemort. Finding the one person who really loved him and wanted to take him to live with him only to have that yanked away a moment later as the full moon came from behind the clouds and Sirius' chances to have his name cleared disappeared.
Cramming the thoughts of unfairness somewhere to the back of his mind, Harry stepped into the Headmaster's office.
Most of the Order members who had stayed at the castle were already there. The three Gryffindors joined the small crowd around a chair on which Draco Malfoy was sitting facing Dumbledore.
Snape was standing at the boy's side, holding a small vial in his hands. His eyes were a mystery as he watched the scene before him.
The expressions on other Order members ranged from appalled to disgusted. Seeing Harry approach, Sirius gestured him to join him and Lupin by the wall, looking a bit pale.
"What did we miss?" Whispering the words, Harry leaned closer to his godfather. The commotion on the Great Hall had prevented them from following Dumbledore immediately after lunch.
"Snape gave the boy veritaserum." Sirius kept his gaze on the Headmaster. "Then everyone started asking questions all at once, and the poor kid looked like his head was going to explode." In their haste, they had forgot how compelling the truth serum could be, forcing the wizard to give all his information at once.
A smile appeared on Ron's face at the thought. "I'm sorry I missed that." He grimaced at the anticipated jab to the ribs, and didn't even bother to look apologetic even though Hermione would expect that.
Harry ignored Ron's muttered words and kept his gaze on Malfoy. There was a blank look on his face as he answered Dumbledore's questions with slow, precise sentences.
"All right." Nodding, Dumbledore leaned forward a little. "Have you told us all you know about Voldemort's plan? All the details. Both those told to you and those you managed to overhear."
That certainly made Harry perk up. What had he missed? What had Malfoy told to the others? He wasn't completely certain he wanted to know.
Draco nodded. "I have told you everything I know about the plans." He paused for a moment and then added, "But I also suspect that Voldemort," the name came out without difficulty, "will use any means necessary to avenge this deception. Mine and professor Snape's. He will not lose his focus on the plan, but will definitely have someone come after us as well."
There were stunned exclamations at that. Sirius and Remus exchanged worried glances, but didn't say anything.
Snape didn't even flinch. He had expected nothing less.
"We must be prepared for anything. Filius, you should go back to the class. Keep an eye on the Slytherins and don't let them go wandering around the castle until the classes are finished. Esme, I believe it's time the rest of the seventh years are brought up to date on the situation. Everyone else, go back to whatever you were doing." His voice holding a dismissal, Dumbledore looked up.
There was steel behind that command, so no one dared to object being sent away. People were still murmuring about the revelation as they filed out of the room.
Speaking softly, Dumbledore added, "Sirius and Remus. Stay." He completely ignored the smirk that flashed on Sirius' face. Nodding at Minerva's questioning look, he turned his attention to the three youngsters standing by the wall. "Harry, you and your friends should stay as well."
Harry hadn't made any move towards the door. He felt Hermione and Ron inch a little closer to him, offering silent support. This was it. He'd finally know what was the great plan the Dark Lord would use to bring him down.
When the door slammed shut behind professor Sprout, leaving only the chosen few in the Headmaster's office, Harry and the others took seats. Snape was the only one remaining standing. He kept his gaze on the blond boy sitting next to him.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Harry, before you arrived, Mr. Malfoy here explained to us all he knows about Voldemort's plans. It seems that we have been wrong all along." He paused to allow some shocked exclamations to echo in the room. Then he went on. "Apparently, he will not try to kill you at the end of the school year. Or attack Hogwarts."
Harry didn't know whether to be worried or relieved by that. At least the school would be safe now. On the other hand, the Headmaster's expression suggested something bad was still coming.
"Do you know about the ancient cycle of the year?" It was a discreet way to ask the boy if he'd actually been awake in the class the day professor Binns had explained the ages old concept. Seeing Harry nod, Dumbledore said, "Good. It seems Voldemort is holding certain dates important. Your birthday this year is one of those."
"When I'll be eighteen," Harry mused out loud. He didn't know there was a significance with that age. After all, he'd been told all about the two biggest things defining a young wizard's life. His sixteenth birthday that marked the end of his childhood and made him approachable by all the innumerable people who were enthusiastic about getting closer to him. Closer to the famous Harry Potter.
Ron had joked about the whole thing, calling him a lucky bugger.
He hadn't shared the view with his friend. It was hard enough to dodge the ones trying to get his autograph. It was twice that hard to dodge those wanting to get into his pants.
The other big day would be when he'd attend his Leaving Feast. A huge signpost in the life of a wizard or a witch. This was the day he was considered to become an adult.
"Yes. Some wizards still hold the day significant. Mostly the pureblood families." It was the first thing Snape said since he'd led Malfoy here. "Our traditions are about power and who wields it. Those under eighteen are seen to be under the rule of the Head of their family."
It was obvious where he was pointing at with that.
Dumbledore nodded. "It is Voldemort's plan to kill you the next day, when the summer starts to wane. When you're a man in the eyes of the tradition." This time he didn't pause to give anyone a chance to make comments. "I believe his initial plan was to make you do something rash and go looking for trouble by destroying people important to us. And to you personally. That way you would have put yourself to Voldemort's hands. After Minerva's death, the Death Eaters would have targeted Hagrid."
"Fuck!"
Everyone turned to look at Ron, who blushed under the scrutiny. He lowered his gaze to the floor, unable to meet McGonagall's stern glare as he muttered his apologies. "Um... Sorry about that."
Since it was more or less the sentiment everyone shared, no one cared to comment on his choice of words.
"Severus here ruined that plan, though." Hiding the smile that made his eyes twinkle, Dumbledore looked at the Potions master who refused to look back at him. "That brings us to young Mr. Malfoy."
Harry turned to look at the boy he'd spent years hating. "Did they give you some orders?" It was a nice yes or no question a person under the influence of the veritaserum would find easy to answer. After a nod, he asked, "What were you supposed to do?"
"My father ordered me to kill professor Snape because of his treachery." Draco showed no signs of emotion as he spoke the words out. "Then I was supposed to kill the Headmaster. If possible, you were to be taken to my father's Master after that. Either by me or some of the other Death Eater children."
That brought a stunned silence to the room. Minerva McGonagall almost hissed with anger at that. She was still sore all over, only her stubbborness keeping her away from the infirmary. Somehow she could understand what had happened to her. She remembered the two familiarly gigantic forms grabbing her outside the Three Broomsticks, knowing well she saw the progeny of those Death Eaters at school every day.
It was different for the adults to wage war. It was insane, but at least most people were able to make their own decisions, even when those decisions were dismal. To force a child to do terrible things was different. It was disgusting.
She was certain the next time she came face to face with Lucius Malfoy, she would happily hex him with the deadliest of curses. Not only for what he had done to her, but for what that arrogant bastard was doing to his own child.
To other children as well.
Hermione frowned. "But they are still here. Crabbe and Goyle and all the others. What will happen next? I mean, you didn't do any of the things you were supposed to do."
"They will undoubtedly be told to kill me." Some of the familiar smirk was on Malfoy's face, as if he found the whole thing amusing. "Then they will do what I was ordered to do. Vince and Greg and Pansy and those black haired Ravenclaw twins and all the others who'll be following Voldemort will obey without hesitation."
"Why didn't you? Why didn't you just kill Snape and professor Dumbledore and then try to take me away?" Harry couldn't help asking that. He'd heard the crap Malfoy had sprouted from day one. Could still remember the exultant crows he made when they'd found the victims of the Basilisk. There were dozens of similar memories.
He didn't know what had brought Snape back from the darkness those years ago. He had theories, but nothing solid. Snape would never answer him if he asked, but Malfoy would. He would tell him everything now.
Resentment shone in Draco's eyes as he said, "Because I do not want to become Voldemort's slave, Potter. He is a madman and anyone who follows him is insane. I never want to become like that. Like my father."
That's noble, Ron thought with a sneer. He didn't say it out loud. Didn't want to be the object of another stern glare.
"He is telling the truth. The serum is still potent and I did brew it myself." Snape cast a brief look at the vial.
"Yes." With a slow nod, Dumbledore surveyed the young Slytherin sitting in front of him. He saw anger and pain and fear in the grey eyes, but none of the desperation. It was a blessing. At least with this one, there would be no years of self flagellation and remorse. "Thank you Mr. Malfoy."
Draco nodded, sitting still. He would wait for Snape to tell him what to do next.
"We seem to have a problem on our hands. Severus, I believe it's best if you and the boy go into hiding somewhere. We can not throw a large number of students out of the school, especially now, but we can't risk having you two here either." Dumbledore raised his hand to silence any objections. "Just for the rest of the school year. You know it's for the best."
"What about you? This isn't simply about Malfoy and I; they are targeting you and Potter as well."
The Headmaster sighed. "I can take care of myself. No one will be able to harm me inside Hogwarts." He would not explain it more. "But you are right about Harry. We will have to do something about him as well."
Hearing Dumbledore order Snape to leave had frozen Harry. It couldn't happen again! He'd just got over worrying about the man and now he was going to be sent away for who knew how long. It would make the rest of the school term unbearable.
He knew he probably shouldn't worry about Snape, but if the man went away to some unknown place with Death Eaters looking for him, he would spend hours worrying and wondering. He'd have nightmares about Voldemort torturing Snape, about the man dying. And he would miss him terribly. Miss all the times he'd spent in the dungeons talking to him, or just being with him.
Earlier, in the Great Hall, he'd really thought Snape's life had been in danger. He hadn't thought of throwing the good old expelliarmus at Malfoy's back. No. He'd been completely prepared to use whatever means necessary to stop the Slytherin from harming Snape.
It bothered him a little. Using the Unforgivables was not only illegal, it was also immoral. He had been forced to use them two years ago when a friend's life had been in danger, but even when he had actually said the two words he hated above all else, he hadn't experienced such anger as he'd felt today.
After a scare like that, watching Snape leave would be impossible.
Squeezing his hands to fists, he fidgeted in the chair. The truth was, he would miss Snape because he liked the man. There had to be a way to prevent this whole thing. Except he was really in danger, and would be safer away from Hogwarts. Staying would be idiotic, and whatever else Snape might be, that wasn't one of his traits.
Then it hit him. It was so simple it almost made him laugh. "I think I should probably go with them. Into hiding." He even managed to make it sound as if he wasn't all that enthusiastic about the whole thing.
"No way in hell!" The yell came from Ron and Sirius at the same time, both jumping to their feet and glaring at Harry.
"What an excellent suggestion." Ignoring the loud protests, Dumbledore nodded at Harry. He'd been confident the boy would figure it out himself. "I know just the place where you, Severus and Mr. Malfoy can stay." He was already thinking about the small cottage not far from here. Voldemort would never suspect the place; it was too close, too open. Not a real hiding place and as such perfect for the moment.
Sirius muttered dark words that made McGonagall glare again. Ron on the other hand was panicking. He couldn't let Harry go to some dismal dungeon all alone with two damn Slytherins!
He'd been in the dark for so long, never really knowing what was going on with his friend. It would be impossible to abandon Harry now that he probably needed him the most. "Then I'm going with him!" he challenged.
It was probably a good thing Draco was still under the influence of the truth potion. He was feeling a bit sluggish, and didn't get really annoyed by the words or the familiar tone.
"And so am I." Growling it out, Sirius stared at the Headmaster.
The whole scene was making Dumbledore sigh with exasperation. "All right. Everyone sit down." He waited for a moment. Then repeated it, sounding a little miffed. "Sirius. Sit!"
Since he was hardly ever angry, his command was obeyed immediately. Even Snape left his post by Malfoy's side and went to sit on the couch.
"Now, I want you all to listen. I agree with Harry, he has to leave as well. His life is not safe here anymore, and I can not risk all the students. If some of the children try to attack him, there will be a war inside these walls. I will not have that." It had been close a couple of times during the centuries, but no war had ever divided the students of Hogwarts before. Not until this Dark Lord who wasn't hesitating to use children to do his dirty work.
Harry wasn't letting himself feel relief yet.
Dumbledore turned to look at Ron. "I understand your concern for your friend, but are you sure you really want to leave Hogwarts? Your life will be in more danger out there than it is here, for I can not guarantee your complete safety." There was nowhere they'd ever be completely safe until Voldemort was defeated.
"I'm sure. Please, sir! You can't expect me to stay here when he's in danger." Ron didn't often beg; his pride didn't allow it. Now he was ready to do anything to be able to go. "I can make this decision. Weasleys are pureblood as well, and even though we don't give a rat's a.. um... we don't follow the stupid traditions, I am eighteen now, and can decide for myself."
"I don't think your mum would like you to do this." There was doubt in Harry's voice. He didn't know which would be safer, to go away with him or to stay here and face possible Death Eater attacks.
Ron shook his head vigorously. "It doesn't matter." He was damned if he was going to let his friend go through with this all alone.
After a moment of contemplation, Dumbledore nodded. "All right. You can go." He cast a look at Sirius. "You and Remus have a mission."
"But..." Sirius saw the slight shake of the Headmaster's head. "I have to..." He turned to Remus for support. The way his friend looked down made him want to break things.
Remus was quiet as he said, "Albus is right. We have work to do, and we can't just abandon it now. Harry will be safe with Severus." He looked at his old colleague, his amber eyes shining with some disguised emotion.
"I'd like to go as well." Hermione's soft voice drew everyone's attention to her. She hadn't said a word since the whole argument had started. Fingering the badge on her robe, she shrugged. "But I can't leave Hogwarts. Terry can't do the job alone, and people depend on me." She'd always taken her duty as the Head Girl seriously.
Her gaze was apologetic as it met with Harry's. Seeing the understanding in the green eyes made her feel slightly better. Yes. Harry knew all about duty.
Sirius bit his lip hard, his shoulders slumping. He absolutely hated this.
"So... Where will we go and how?" Harry didn't want there to be another silence. "Are we going to leave today?" He was pretty sure that the answer would be yes.
Dumbledore cast one last look at Sirius. "Yes. I believe it's best if no one knows where you'll be going. I will make a suggestion to you Severus, and then you can obliviate me if you think it's prudent." Of course it was probable the charm would not work on him. It was a nice gesture nevertheless. "You'll be staying there for the rest of the school term, so we'd better make it so that no one will be able to contact you, and that you won't be able to leave before the time's up."
That made Minerva, Snape and Remus Lupin raise eyebrows, the identical expressions on their faces almost comical. With those kinds of wards, the place used as a hideaway would be a complete secret, but it was extremely dangerous. What if one of them got sick or injured himself? What if someone did find them? There would be no way for them to go and get help.
"Do we need... Secret Keepers?"
Harry's question made Sirius flinch; reminding him of a similar moment almost twenty years ago. It had been the beginning of the end. He didn't want history to repeat itself.
"No." Dumbledore shook his head. This would be even more complicated. Also easier in a way. After all, there wasn't a small baby to be thought of. All four were grown wizards, they could take care of themselves. "No Secret Keepers."
There were sighs of relief all around the room. Snape didn't make a sound, but was glad anyway. He didn't know he trusted anyone outside this room -- and not everyone inside it either -- with his most rudimentary potions book not to mention his life.
"You should go and pack. Mr. Malfoy, I'll ask professor Sinistra to pack your things for you and bring your trunk here." Then the Headmaster would see to it that there was nothing dangerous in the trunk. Just as a precaution. "We'll meet back here in an hour."
Dumbledore's words sounded final.
Padding down the stairs, Harry kept his gaze on Sirius. He knew how his godfather had to feel right now, knew how big a thing keeping him safe was to him.
The whole thought of having Sirius anywhere near Snape for a long time was ridiculous. It was best this way. Dumbledore would do everything to have him, Ron, Malfoy and Snape safe. Sirius would have to be satisfied with that.
Knowing there was something he had to say, he touched Sirius' arm as they reached the hallway. He waited until the man turned to face him before saying quietly, "You do know that if we had performed the Fidelius, I would have asked for you to be our Secret Keeper." He saw the dark eyes widen with surprise. "I trust you, Sirius. You would have been the right choice."
Sirius let out a sob and hugged his godson tight. To have Harry say it like that washed some of the old pain away, leaving him shaking. "Thank you." He felt Harry hug him back just as tightly. Then, before he could really embarrass himself in front of the others -- especially Snape of all people -- he let go and let the familiar transformation wash over himself.
It was easier to keep intense and complex feelings at bay in the Animagus form. A dog did not know regret or doubts or old wounds that were still festering inside his mind. That simplicity helped now and Snuffles was able to pad towards the Gryffindor tower without falling apart.
"Try to be careful out here." Following the group of Gryffindors to the staircases, Snape looked at Harry, still amused by the idiocy he'd sprouted a moment ago. Well, if that made Black feel better and stop pestering everyone... "I know my Slytherins. They may be in shock now, but sooner or later they'll regroup and try something stupid. After all, they are all teenagers."
Harry nodded. "I'll be careful. You watch your back too." With that, he jumped on the stairs that were leaving the platform.
It didn't take the whole hour. The dormitory had been empty, everyone was in class. Both Ron and Harry had packed in silence, neither wanting to talk while Sirius and Remus were there, fussing with their belongings. Since they had no idea where they were going, they packed everything. It wasn't much. Harry didn't have a lot of stuff, only his clothes and books and a couple of mementoes. Ron had even less.
When the trunks were packed, they carried them back to the Headmaster's. Harry wasn't sure why they weren't flooing straight to the office until he saw one of the fourth year Hufflepuffs stare at them with her eyes wide open as she rode a staircase leading to the third floor. The whole school would probably hear about them leaving in less than an hour.
This way, everyone at Hogwarts would be safe. No need to start a war if the enemy wasn't even there.
It was probably what Dumbledore wanted with the very pompous farewells too. He and McGonagall escorted the small party outside, lingering in the hallway long enough to get the attention of anyone passing by. Then the doors were opened to show a small carriage waiting.
Snape and Remus loaded the trunks up to the carriage while Snuffles stood by Harry, obviously trying very hard not to whimper or bite anyone. Ron was trying not to stare at Draco Malfoy who was huddled in the corner of the carriage, looking slightly nauseous.
Everything felt miserable. Even the weather was dismal, the air cool and misty. It would probably rain again soon.
All in all, not a very good start for their journey.
"Don't do anything stupid!" Her voice trembling, Hermione hugged Ron. She knew her friend, especially when Malfoy was concerned.
Ron shook his head. "Of course not." He tried to make it sound light, to make this whole thing easier, but he didn't think it worked out all that well. For once, Hermione made no comments about that. She simply hugged him again, and went to hug Harry next.
Looking a bit sheepish, Ron handed professor McGonagall a small piece of parchment. "Would you please send this to my mum? I would contact her now, but... She'd just yell."
"Indeed." Accepting the letter, McGonagall couldn't help thinking how she'd feel to simply receive such a note. "I will floo into the Burrow later today, Mr. Weasley, if you have no objections."
It was clear from the relieved smile that Ron didn't have any objections to that.
Once the carriage was loaded, Ron and Harry joined Malfoy inside. Neither said anything to the Slytherin. Snape lingered with Dumbledore for a moment longer before nodding. He took the reins then and climbed on board as well.
Without words, Snape flexed the reins and the carriage started moving.
Feeling definitely more awkward here than in Mr. Weasley's new green Ford Anglia, Harry kept looking back at the castle. Ron was following his example, waving at the five people standing there.
It looked strange. McGonagall and Dumbledore standing by the door, almost hidden in shadows. The Headmaster was waving back. A few steps farther outside, Remus was looking at the departing carriage, his hand moving slowly down Snuffles' back offering comfort and support.
Hermione stood alone, her robes billowing around her in the wind. She seemed devastated, barely able to conceal her tears as her friends got farther and farther away.
Soon they'd be gone, and she'd go to the Arithmancy class and act like nothing was wrong.
Hopefully later on, she would manage to sneak back to the dormitory before dinner. If she was lucky, she'd get some time alone before someone needed her help.
Inside the carriage, Harry turned to sit properly, sighing as Ron joined him a moment later. "Is it just me, or does this seem really crazy?" Seeing the crooked smile, he added, "I mean, we're supposed to be in the Arithmancy class. Not here, going off on some kind of a deranged field trip." Remembering one of the art books his aunt had kept on the living room table occasionally in case she needed to impress an important guest, he added, "Life just became one huge Dali painting."
"What's a Dali?" Asking absentmindedly, Ron didn't really listen to the explanation. Some Muggle thing of course. There was something bothering him. Everything had happened too soon. Harry was right. They should be in class or studying for the N.E.W.T.s or...
"Oh bugger it!" He hid his face in his hands, moaning out as the small carriage disappeared into the mist. "I can't believe I did all that studying for nothing!"
Book Three is complete and currently in beta. Will start posting it as soon as I get it back, which probably means somewhere around the beginning of June.
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Date: 2006-05-22 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-22 02:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-23 06:53 pm (UTC)*facepalm*
Two Gryffindors and two Slytherins alone at a cottage means trouble no matter how they might try to coexist. :) I kind of like Hermione, even though sometimes she's just so damn annoying.
Writing a gigantic saga like this makes it actually impossible to make everything great or even good. Some plotlines may also be more interesting than others. As long as the first thought about the whole fic isn't 'incredible crap', I'm happy.
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Date: 2006-05-23 06:53 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-05-24 05:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-24 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-05-24 06:53 pm (UTC)Can't wait for Book Three. I really don't know what I shall do in the meantime. ;P
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Date: 2006-05-25 07:06 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2006-05-25 07:10 pm (UTC)*hides*
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Date: 2006-05-25 07:15 pm (UTC)Must go and tell my beta to hurry up.
*cracks the whip*
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Date: 2006-06-25 01:47 am (UTC)You have a true gift with descriptive phrases!
*scrambles off to start Book 3*
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Date: 2006-06-25 07:49 am (UTC)Even though she really has no part in book 3. But later on, yeah.
Thank you!
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Date: 2006-08-24 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-31 09:14 pm (UTC)A wonderful story so far. I love the slow build up and can't wait to start reading the next book.
I am more a H/D shipper than HP/SS but so far I like their relationship
(well or not relationship) very much. I have never ever read any Ron/Draco and I am quite curious how this will work.
I am so very glad that I found this story now and not a few months ago so now I can simply go on reading and enjoying.
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Date: 2006-09-01 06:33 am (UTC)I started the fandom with H/D, and even though this story will definitely be Snarry and R/D, I've always been curious about a mature Harry and the way he would treat Draco... as a possible ally at least. Whatever relationships there can be between these men, they'll take a while to build... And then some.
When you finish book 3, you'll probably want to kick me.... 2 more books coming up after that....
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Just so good!
Date: 2006-10-04 01:04 am (UTC)Re: Just so good!
Date: 2006-10-04 07:24 pm (UTC)*dances*