Chapter 16: Sixteen: Cry of the Wolf
Thursday had been dismal all day, though more some than others as the 'dark' Slytherins were glaring at Draco. The blond had received a message from his father as the Daily Prophet had proclaimed the dissolution of his marriage and losing his Heir.
"How does it feel being a Black?" Harry smirked as he walked alongside Draco towards the Great Hall. Harry's hand was bandaged but was hidden well in his pocket.
"Lighter," Draco replied, noticing Granger was now holding Harry's other hand. They walked into the Great Hall to a wet evening.
"I did notice the Daily Prophet seems to be telling the truth more and not slandering you," Hermione spoke as she noticed Colin Creevey and Ginny talking by a long stage. Harry tried to contain his laughter but could not.
"What have you done?" Draco asked.
"It was not me. Dad discovered he owned seventy per cent of the Daily Prophet. Let us just say the Editor was willing to do anything in his power to help dad out," Harry guffawed.
"You are quite comfortable calling Sirius dad now," Hermione remarked.
"Yeah, it sort of—" Harry did not get to finish his sentence as tiny Professor Flitwick clapped his hands together. Standing beside him was Madam Umbridge, who appeared sour. It had been announced that morning at breakfast that any disciplinary measures would be taken by the pupils' head of house. Harry's detentions had been transferred to Professor McGonagall.
"Good Evening, welcome to the Defence Club, Professor Umbridge and I are here to supplement your defence classes. In the Club, we will be learning about offensive and defensive spells, especially during duals. But I will also take questions at the end on any subject within Defence," Professor Flitwick explained. Draco had moved over to stand with Nott and Greengrass while Harry, Hermione and Neville were with the rest of the Gryffindors. "Now, can anyone name an offensive spell?"
"Stupefy," Ron replied with his hand in the air.
"Partly, stupefy can also be used as a defensive spell, but three points to Gryffindor for the attempt," Flitwick told the group of teens. "What about a defensive spell?"
"The Patronus Charm," Draco answered lazily.
"Excellent, five points to Slytherin. That was the answer I was looking for. First, we are going to look at the Patronus Charm. After, we will have a small duelling tournament to see what you already know," Flitwick explained, "The Charm, when it works correctly, conjures up a Patronus, usually an animal, Muggle or magical that is tuned to you. It is notoriously hard to do, but if you can persevere, the spell is really useful."
"The spell is Expecto Patronum, though you must be thinking your happiest thoughts," Madam Umbridge continued reluctantly. Though her happiest memory was probably being away from all these children.
"Now, Mister Black, I've heard you are exceptional when performing the Patronus charm, perhaps a demonstration?" Flitwick looked at the dark-haired boy hopefully.
"Ok, Expecto Patronum," Harry called out, flicking his wand in the correct movements. From the tip, a great silver raven emerged. There were many gasps of surprise, and hushed whispers ran around the Great Hall.
"I thought Black's Patronus was a deer," Zambini said loudest of all.
"Sometimes trauma or great emotions such as love can affect the Patronus, changing it into something else entirely," Flitwick taught the room, "Perhaps you would be so kind as to walk around helping other students, Mister Black?"
"Of course," Harry nodded, taking a walk around. Lavender and Parvati approached him.
"What is your happy memory?" Lavender asked, ready to gossip.
"I will not be revealing that," Harry returned, a blush colouring his cheeks. Though he did take a quick look at Hermione. Lavender and Parvati with their friends swooned.
"Expecto Patronum," Ginny Weasley said but only got a tiny wisp that appeared from the end of her wand.
"Well done, great for a first try," Harry complimenting her. She began to get excited but went quiet as a silver crow settled on Harry's shoulder. The pair looked over to Hermione, who appeared embarrassed. Slowly the hall began to fill with the cries of 'Expecto Patronum.' Several of the sixth and seventh years were getting wisps close to an hour later. Harry and Professor Flitwick had been circulating the room helping other students while Umbridge watched with distaste. A sudden squeal of delight had Harry turning his head to see a silver panther roaming around the Slytherin's. Pansy Parkinson cooed over Draco as the blond looked over, nodding his head.
"Well done, a full Patronus can be quite rare. Twenty points each to you and Miss Granger," Flitwick spoke over the din. "Now, duelling has been a part of history for over millennia from swords to firearms, so Wizards have had magical duelling. Though Gilderoy Lockhart began to give you lessons, the knowledge was short and not complete. Therefore, it has been decided to start duelling lessons again. I was once the international duelling champion of Europe."
"We are going to have a small tournament to see how much you know," Madam Umbridge's smile was positively nasty before she pointed at Ron, "perhaps Mr Weasley and Mr Mal-Black should duel first."
"Come now, Dolores, let's give the fourth-years some time to shine; Miss Weasley and Mr Creevey are ideal candidates to showcase their talents," Flitwick dismissed the Defence teacher. Both Gryffindor fourth years stepped onto the provided stage on either side.
"The rules are simple; no Unforgivables, no advance Magic, only use what you have been taught in the last four years," Umbridge expected this to be a short match. Colin and Ginny followed the niceties of duelling by bowing to each other, then stepped back into their former positions, wands raised and ready.
"Wands ready, Begin!" Professor Flitwick cried.
"Tarantallegra," Ginny cried, immediately catching Colin off-guard. He managed to cancel the leg-dancing jinx before rolling out the way as Ginny sent a second jinx at her opponent.
"Impedimenta," Colin fired off the hex, which hit a shield flaring grey. Harry exchanged looks with Hermione. How did Ginny know that spell and perform it without her wand and silently? They each fired off a couple more hexes or jinx at each other. Colin got caught with a severing charm to his arm, which only glanced off his arm.
"Densaugeo," Ginny fired another spell, but luckily Colin rolled forward out of the way. Being Muggle born, the boy had done PE, but Colin had also confided in Harry he had also done Gymnastics before Hogwarts.
"Langlock, Locomotor Mortis," Colin cried out, only to see one of the spells hit a shield as Ginny dodged the other attack, but both Harry and Draco noticed something in the gleam of Ginny's eye.
"Nochte Loupè," Ginny screamed, a silver light bursting forth from her wand. Both Harry and Draco recognised the curse from their earlier lessons with Remus. They both reacted within an instant creating a shield around Colin, but it was not enough. The curse, one which had not been seen in over a thousand years, wrapped itself around Colin's body. He fell to the floor with a scream that would haunt many of the students for days to come as the silver fire burnt his clothes from his body. Before the student's eyes, muscles could be visibly seen racing across the fourteen-year-olds body, giving him the appearance of an athlete as his eyes changed from blue to silver to blue again. Finally, a sea of fur raced across his body before two loud voices called out.
"Finite Incantatem," Draco and Harry both called out at once. Nothing seemed to happen for a few precious seconds as Colin heaved and convulsed before collapsing into a shivering mass sobbing in pain. The silver light dissipated, and the students stared at his naked body, shocked.
"Draco, Hermione, watch Ginny," Harry jumped into action as he took off his cloak and draped it over the small fourteen-year-old. "Professor Flitwick, can you get Dumbledore and McGonagall to meet us at the Hospital ward?"
"Now see here, boy, I'm the teacher," Umbridge snarled as Flitwick ran off to the Headmaster's office. Umbridge stopped when she realised she was facing Harry's wand.
"This is an ancient curse. If you know a way to stop it be my guest," Harry stopped and nodded when the older witch did not do anything. "Neville, I need you to run to the Hospital ward and have Aunt Andi Floo Remus and Narcissa."
"You can't detain my sister; she was only duelling!" Ron protested, but Neville had already run off with Harry not far behind carrying Colin. Draco followed sedately, taking Ginny with him. Hermione joined the blond in escorting the red-head witch up to the infirmary.
Harry plunged through the doors as the Floo activated, discharging Remus followed shortly by Narcissa.
"What happened?" Remus asked as Harry placed Colin on one of the beds. Immediately Andromeda began running diagnostics on the boy.
"We have about half an hour before the Bestial Curse is permanent," Harry replied, getting a look from Remus. "Draco and I borrowed your book and did our own research; it seems there is a certain amount of time before the curse takes full effect."
"But there is no known counter-curse; it has been lost to the sands of time," Remus replied as the others all looked at him.
"The boy has been infected with an especially virulent form of Lycanthropy," Andromeda butt in as the doors open, admitting Professors Flitwick, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape. Harry stiffened at the sight of Snape.
"What has happened?" Dumbledore asked.
"Ginny Weasley performed an ancient curse, not used in over a thousand years, that basically turns someone into a raving werewolf," Harry summarised, "But we really do not have time; we have to find a counter-curse."
"Wolfsbane Potion," Draco interjected, coming through the door with Ginny and Hermione.
"You think that would work?" Harry asked the blond, missing the shock on Severus Snape's face, that the two seemed to be talking nicely together.
"It is a modern update; the potion Mum's been providing for Remus has helped him a lot. I think the variant she is creating might work to stop the effects, but not completely counter it," Draco suggested.
"If I am following you correctly, the curse turns someone into a maddening animal?" Narcissa looked between the two getting a nod. "I think you are correct; it sounds like the Hellebore would need increasing, which I did. It may counter the effects. Do you mind?"
"Go ahead," Andromeda allowed Narcissa to perform her own diagnostic charms, murmuring to herself as she went.
"Yes, you are right, Draco. We cannot stop him from changing on the full moon, but if we introduce the wolfsbane potion now, we may stop him turning into a mindless beast. The boy would be like a normal werewolf on the potion without the need for it," Narcissa said looking at Andromeda and Remus.
"Go ahead."
"Now, see here, this is my school," Dumbledore tried to protest.
"If you do not do anything now, you will be worse than Voldemort," Harry spat to the shock of everyone in the room, then turned to Narcissa. "Do it! If there are any consequences, I shall take them."
"Minerva, I think you should contact the Weasleys and Creevey's. Call them in for a meeting," Andromeda suggested.
"Perhaps it would be prudent to contact Madam Bones and the Duke of Anglia," Remus suggested getting a nod from Harry. No one noticed that Harry had taken charge of the situation.
"I should be providing the Wolfsbane," Snape said abruptly as Minerva left the Hospital ward just as Narcissa arrived back with a steaming goblet.
"This is a different wolfsbane to what you provide, one of my own concoctions," Narcissa told Snape.
"Perhaps we should wait; it may not be sensible to give a non-tested potion to a minor," Dumbledore once again stepped in.
"I have been using it for months," Remus snarled, a little protective of Narcissa. Hermione, Harry, and Draco all shared looks and grins with each other. Narcissa gave the goblet to Andromeda. Between the pair of them, they managed to get Colin to take the potion. Everyone watched with bated breath as Colin began convulsing as the two witches worked closely with him. Within a few minutes, Colin settled down, falling into a natural sleep.
It was approaching curfew when everyone met up in the Board of Governor's room. The Headmaster was there with his Deputy Headmistress, Flitwick and Umbridge representing Hogwarts. Griselda Marchbanks and Cyrus Greengrass represented the Board, while Amelia Bones and Nymphadora Tonks represented the DMLE. Remus and Narcissa were beside Harry and Draco. Ginny was with her parents while the Creevey's seemed to be the odd ones out.
"What's this meeting about?" Mrs Weasley asked, looking at the assembled company.
"Perhaps Professor Flitwick can explain," Dumbledore was trying to take control of the situation.
"Madam Umbridge is our Defence Against the Dark Art's teacher," Flitwick indicated the pink toad, "she is a superb teacher, but the Board felt we could supplement her teaching with extra lessons. Last night was the first Club, Miss Weasley and Master Creevey were chosen to duel each other. All seemed well until Miss Weasley used a spell of which I have never heard. Lord Rendlesham, you seem to know about this spell."
"Ginny used an Archaic," Harry began.
"What's an Archaic?" Mr Creevey asked, focusing on Harry.
"An Archaic is an old spell which has been forgotten by most or not used in five hundred years. During the summer, Draco and I were doing some extra Defence research when we come across a description of this spell in the Black library," Harry answered, looking tired.
"What does this spell do?" Arthur asked though he was dreading the answer.
"I am afraid, Mr and Mrs Creevey, that your son is a werewolf," Harry said sadly.
"A-a werewolf, you've got to be kidding me," Mr Creevey laughed aloud. It was absurd; this child was telling them that his eldest was a creature from a horror movie. What would his milkman pals think if he ever told them this?
"I assure you, Mr Creevey, this is not a joke. I think we all wish it were," Andromeda told the man softly. " I would be willing to bet you and your wife did not believe in Magic before Professor McGonagall visited you. In our world, many stories that you might have heard or believed to be myths are very much true."
"How did it happen?" asked the stunned father, slumping down in his chair. He was holding his wife's hand tightly; she appeared fearful, "was h-he bitten?"
"Werewolves are most infectious on the full moon, and we're still four nights from a full moon," Remus explained.
"Then someone tell me how it happened? Were you teaching?" Mr Creevey glared at Harry, "Who's running this crackpot school to allow a thirteen-year-old to teach any lesson?"
"I—" Draco started to say something, but Remus put a hand on his shoulder. Quite a few people bristled around the table at the insults to Hogwarts and Harry.
"No, sir, I was not teaching, but I already knew about the curse used as I came across it while doing my research during the summer," Harry explained again patiently, "plus I have lived as a Muggle, a non-magical person, for most of my fifteen years so might be able to relate to you."
"I'm sorry about my husband; it's a bit overwhelming. First Colin is magical, then Dennis, we were very shocked when Professor McGonagall visited us four years ago," Mrs Creevey explained.
"It is no worry. I was the same as you when I had my visit. Unfortunately, my mum died when I was younger, and my father did not know about me, so I was left in my aunt's care, who was not magical," Harry explained sympathetically. "This has all been a wonder for me, so I know exactly how you feel, but I have embraced it, and now I do plenty of reading during the summer to supplement my education."
"You seem very grown-up for your age," Mrs Creevey told him. Harry heard some snickers from his Remus and a few others but ignored them.
"I have had to be," Harry shrugged.
"Are you the Harry Potter? My son always goes on about you?" Mrs Creevey would have embarrassed her son if he had been in the room, but Harry went bright red instead. Most of the room laughed, several knowing exactly what little Colin Creevey was like.
"Yes, ma'am, though I am Harry Black now. Though I am friends with your son," Harry told a little white lie.
"I think we have gone off track a little bit. Professor Flitwick, what happened today?" Dumbledore said, the room instantly becoming tense again. Remus stiffened up, watching the Headmaster like a hawk.
"As I previously stated," Flitwick sounded annoyed, "Miss Weasley and Master Creevey were duelling, Mis Weasley used a curse, Nochte LoupèI believe."
"If what Harry says, then yes, it a curse over a thousand years old. It was a curse the boys' discovered in the ancient Black Library, known as Bestial," Remus stepped in, "a Dark Wizard used it to terrify the population. This curse was used as a weapon; at every full moon, the victim would become a beast and be released to slaughter innocents unless they did as they were told. Often the victim would become insane with the bloodletting and would kill him or herself."
"You mean to tell me that my son is to become an inhuman monster each full moon and possibly kill himself with the grief?" Mr Creevey shouted, standing up as though to go after Ginny Weasley.
"Fortunately, not, Harry and Draco were able to cut the spell mid curse," Professor Flitwick explained. Remus and the Charms professor knew Mr Creevey preferred adults to do the explaining.
"With magic, it is all about intention, so Draco and Harry managed to stop the curse progressing, if I am understanding right," Remus added getting a nod from the small professor. Luckily, in this modern era, we have a potion that keeps a werewolves humanity during a full moon," Remus looked to Narcissa, "Perhaps you can explain?"
"Madam Tonks, the Hogwarts Healer, and I were able to give Colin the potion soon after he was cursed. We think the potion has reversed many of the effects of the curse," Narcissa explained.
"You think?" Mr Creevey asked, unsure.
"We cannot be sure until after the first change. Unfortunately, he will still change, but we think Colin will retain a human mind," Andromeda clarified.
"He will, of course, have to be registered with the Ministry and imprisoned on the twenty-fourth to ensure he does not harm innocents," Umbridge looked down at the two Muggles in their midst.
"You are?" Mr Creevey asked, not liking the woman at all.
"Madam Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic."
"Professor Umbridge, you no longer hold that title. You do not represent the government," Amelia Bones eyes were lit up with amusement as she dressed down the other woman.
"I have the ear of the Minister, and I was placed here under his orders," Umbridge argued, effectively admitting she was a spy. Harry shared a grin with Draco.
"This is a Gryffindor matter; you are not needed here in either of your roles," McGonagall stepped in as her role of Deputy Headmistress. She ushered the protesting woman from the boardroom. Harry watched Dumbledore, who appeared angry with his deputy.
"As you can see, the magical world is a bit prejudice against Werewolves, though we are currently seeking to overturn this. Mr Lupin is a werewolf," Andromeda pointed to the man, "his employer, and Harry's father, the Duke of Anglia, is currently trying to repeal the Werewolf act,"
"Your father is a duke?" Mr Creevey blinked at the boy, now understanding a little why he seemed so influential even in this small room.
"Yes. Madam Bones, will Colin be able to stay at Hogwarts when he changes?" Harry asked the DMLE director.
"As Professor Umbridge said, Colin will have to be registered, but as long as Madam Marchbanks has no problems, we shall allow it provided there is a safe location," Bones answered.
"There is a school location. I used it when I attended," Remus replied, smiling at the woman.
"I am the Headmaster here. Do I not have a say in the matter?" Dumbledore demanded almost petulantly.
"No, Professor Dumbledore, you do not. The Board of Governors have the final say in matters like this, granted it is unusual, but I think they will agree with the proposals," Madam Marchbanks glared at the man.
"Then perhaps we should turn to the punishment of Miss Weasley, as this is such a heinous crime she should be expelled," Dumbledore suggested getting a surprised look from Harry. Dumbledore knew how to provoke a reaction; he could use the girl to get Harry under control.
"What? Expelled? My sweet innocent Ginny would not do this," Mrs Weasley looked as stunned as her husband after listening to everything.
"Why, Mother?" Ginny sneered. "I am not your precious and wholesome little doll you seem to think I am. I discovered my true self while in America. I do not want to live in that pathetic place you call home."
"Oh my," the older woman was shocked. Everyone stared at the girl, though Draco noticed Harry had closed his eyes. He knew what the other boy was attempting. Harry allowed his senses to explore the room, using his empath skills. He discovered that Ginny's aura was surrounded by a deep velvet black colour with the fuzzy outline of someone standing behind her.
"Well, I had wondered why you had been quiet for so long, Tom," Harry spoke out loud. Everyone in the room except for the Creevey parents wondered who Harry was talking to; some knew about Voldemort's real name. Then they realised Harry was looking directly at Ginny.
"What are you talking about? I love you, Harry. Colin would be the first warrior in our army," Ginny almost purred.
"You can drop the act now Tom, I have obviously not been attentive enough to know you were possessing Ginny," Harry spoke calmly as everyone stared, though Amelia looked curious. "You've possessed her once with the diary; was it because of her love for me?"
"I see you have come into your abilities. I had wondered why I could not reach you anymore," Ginny/Tom replied coldly, "Emotions are weakness, and the weak are easily possessed."
"I can see you get on famously with the women, Tom," Harry said lazily, "I applaud your choice of a curse, though. No-one would have known about it had Draco and I not done the study. I would guess Colin would have gone on to have bitten one or more students making for more arguments against werewolves in the Wizengamot."
"Yes, your pet Malfoy's idea was ingenious, but he will soon learn not to betray his master," Draco gasped as Ginny/Tom looked at him. "Oh yes, I know all about you. Your mother and you will not get away from me."
"Is that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?" Mrs Weasley screeched. Tonks looked a bit shocked, but Harry could see Dumbledore was looking at the girl with a calculated look.
"She was easy to possess, mother," Ginny/Tom laughed.
"Harry, is there any way you can remove him?" Draco asked.
"Why do you think Harry can do anything?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"Harry's an empath; he can see auras remarkably similar to Luna Lovegood. I skimmed over some of the books Harry was reading during the summer. I remember a chapter on possession," Draco explained. Harry nodded his head, not for one moment taking his eyes off Ginny.
"Asellan ϸes Déofolscin thou Onsægednes," Harry spoke fluently in a strange language, though Professor Dumbledore, Andromeda and Remus recognised it as Old English. As he uttered the words, a soft, evergreen light swallowed and enveloped the youngest Weasley child, and for a brief moment, the shadowed form of Lord Voldemort stood behind Ginny, red eyes alight. Then Ginny fell forward, sobbing with relief. Harry read her aura. It was now a royal purple. "Tom's left the building!"
"What did Harry do?" Mr Weasley asked.
"Harry used an old Druidic spell to exercise V-Voldemort from Ginny," Draco provided the explanation.
"So, he's gone?" Mrs Weasley asked.
"Yes!" Harry answered, suddenly very weary.
"What will happen to Ginny? Will she be expelled?" Mr Weasley asked, looking to the Headmaster.
"Perhaps it would be for the best." Mrs Weasley broke down in tears, unaware of the Headmasters' machinations.
"Perhaps, Professor McGonagall, she should receive three weeks Detention, as she was not at fault, but it would show Hogwarts she was being punished," Professor Flitwick stepped in. The transfiguration teacher seemed to be arguing with herself. She looked at the Headmaster and nodded to herself.
"Yes, I do not feel Miss Weasley should be expelled in this case. Clearly, this was not her fault, but she needs to be shown to be punished," McGonagall agreed. "I agree with your proposal, Filius."
"The Board of Governors will back you on this, Minerva." Griselda told the deputy.
"In that case, I think, Mr and Mrs Creevey, we should take you to see your son. Remus, will you come with us?" Andromeda asked the werewolf. The Creevey's left with Narcissa, Remus and the Healer.
"I shall need a statement from you and Harry," Amelia smiled at the small professor.
"Harry and I should both be able to do that," Flitwick replied.
"I need some sleep first," Harry replied, getting some help from Draco as he left the room before Dumbledore could collar him. Bones, Tonks, Marchbanks and Cyrus Greengrass followed the three of them out of the room, murmuring, leaving the Weasley's with Dumbledore and McGonagall.
Night had fallen on Hogwarts. Harry had just finished escorting the new first years from the library with Hermione. He was bone-weary tired, but he noticed Colin sitting in the corner staring out the window. The boy was still pale from his first change a few nights before. As predicted, he had changed but had human intelligence without the need for wolfsbane. He looked up as Harry sat across from him.
"What do you want?" Colin asked sullenly.
"You know that attitude will not work with me," Harry told him mildly, "now what do you have on your mind?"
"Well, let us see why? I'm going to become a great monstrous creature one day a month. I'm not going to be able to get a decent job now I must register," Colin replied angrily, "oh yeah and if I don't want to become a murderous animal, I have to take a sodding potion once every month."
"That sounds like your typical woman; monthly potions and becoming a beast," Harry tried to joke, but Colin merely glared at him, "Seriously though, I thought you did not have to take the potion?"
"I suppose not," Colin conceded.
"You do not really become a murderous creature, do you?" Harry prompted the boy.
"No, you're right, but I still lose my rights. Not only am I Muggle-born, but now I cannot get a job because I am a werewolf. I can't even live in the muggle world because of my condition; the Ministry won't let me," Colin complained.
"Dad is doing everything in his power to help you with the werewolf laws. He may even be able to hire you from school if he has not sorted out the laws by then."
"That'll be wicked. Thanks for being on my side," Colin enthused. Hermione grinned at him from where she was sat by the fire. She loved seeing her boyfriend help people. Harry wished the boy goodnight and then came over to Hermione, giving her a quick kiss before going to bed. Neville watched from one of the tables as Ron glared at the two. He would bear watching.
"You are so lucky," Lavender sighed.
"What do you mean?" Hermione looked at the girl sat in another chair by the fire.
"Harry! He is rich, handsome, and so gentlemanly. Some of the boys here could take a lesson from him," Parvati answered for the girl glaring at Seamus, who had the decency to look a little ashamed.
"Harry has always been like that. He would not say a bad word about anyone despite people spouting off about him," Hermione reminded them all of Seamus' rant the first night about what he thought of the so-called saviour.
"I apologised to him. He knows I'm sorry," Seamus grumbled, getting a smack round the head from his girlfriend.
"Anyway, you never did tell us what happened over the summer?" Lavender fished for gossip.
"Nothing really—" Hermione was interrupted by a scream coming from the fifth-year dorms. "Neville, go get McGonagall."
Hermione seemed to launch herself over the seat, dashing up the boys' stairs followed by several Prefects yanking the door open. As the bookworm entered the dorm, she immediately noticed a snake's tail-end disappear under one of the Gryffindors' beds. With not a second to waste, she quickly conjured up a glass jar.
"Accio Snake." From beneath the bed, a copper-coloured snake about three foot long emerged. It flew straight into the glass jar, which was sealed and made unbreakable. Hermione was not sure who to trust, so she kept the pot close to her as she reached Harry's side. He was rolling around in pain, clutching his leg. Sweat dripped off his face, and he looked awfully white.
"What is going on here?" McGonagall demanded, pushing through the group of Gryffindors. Hermione sighed in relief as Neville followed the transfiguration teacher in, quickly handing him the jar. The one person both she and Harry trusted beside Draco.
"I think Harry has been bitten by a snake," Hermione pointed to the glass jar.
"Somnum," McGonagall put the boy into a deep sleep. The teacher levitated the dark-haired boy being careful not to jostle him. "I will be back later to take statements."
"The snake is hyper-aggressive. It keeps trying to bite through the glass," Hermione explained some thirty minutes later to Dumbledore, Remus, Sirius, and Madam Tonks. A whoosh of the fireplace alerted them all to a newcomer. Healer Ward stepped through with a box in his hand and a messenger bag over his shoulder.
"It's always you," Healer Ward told Andromeda, then answered the look she was giving him, "I was on call tonight. You reported needing anti-venom. Do you know what species it was?"
"It appears to be a Lowland Copperhead," Remus spoke up. The snake was handed over to the Healer for inspection.
"Yes, I've seen them in Australia though they are not quite this aggressive," He jumped as the snake tried to bite him through the glass. He once again handed the snake back to Hermione then began to search through the wooden box.
"Is he going to live?" Hermione asked, tears now streaming down her face. McGonagall moved to comfort the girl.
"Yes, once we administer the anti-venom, it should heal him though there may be muscular damage. The venom of the lowland copperhead contains neurotoxins; do you know what that means?" The Healer asked, taking the vial, and placing it on Harry's leg. Neville chuckled, knowing Hermione would spout off a whole dictionary.
"Short answer," Neville grinned at the girl.
"It causes nerve damage," Hermione answered, glaring at her friend. The Healer murmured a few words, and the contents of the vial disappeared. He began to wave his wand over Harry as the boy relaxed, his face gaining a little colour.
"He'll sleep now, but his leg is already showing signs of damage," the Healer explained, going over some treatments with Andromeda.
"I'd like to know what happened?" Professor Dumbledore gestured everyone away from the Healers. Sirius was torn between watching his son and joining the conversation. Reluctantly he moved behind Hermione, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Harry went up to bed as he was quite tired. About fifteen minutes later, we all heard him scream. As I reached the door, I saw this snake slither under the bed," Hermione explained. She handed the snake over for Remus to examine.
"Well then, it's someone's escaped pet or someone's idea of a prank," Dumbledore chuckled. Everyone stared at the man like he had gone completely mad.
"Do you not care for Harry? He nearly died?" Hermione asked at the same time Sirius exploded.
"Are you completely barmy? There was just a murder attempt on the Heir to an Ancient and Noble House, and you want to pass it off as a prank," Sirius looked at the man incredulously. Dumbledore dropped his grandfatherly act, his eyes darkening slightly.
"I will not have you speak to me like that in my own school,"
"Perhaps you should not be in charge," Sirius returned, glaring at the man. "Remus, can you please contact Madam Bones? I would like a full investigation into the attempted murder of my Heir."
"That's going a bit far," Dumbledore protested. Remus ignored him and immediately went to use the Floo.
"I am inclined to agree with His Grace; this was not some prank. Someone tried to murder Lord Rendlesham," Professor McGonagall spoke relatively formally.
"This is my school," Dumbledore replied angrily, "I will not allow Aurors on these grounds."
"Excuse me, sir, but we have permission when a crime has been committed," Auror Proudfoot replied, following Remus. "Madam Bones has sent Junior Auror Tonks and me to perform a preliminary investigation. We ask that you seal the castle and have everyone sent to the Great Hall; there will be more Aurors coming through within the hour."
"Do what you like!" Dumbledore whirled around in anger stalking out of the Hospital ward.
"You shall have our co-operation on this," McGonagall replied, leaving more sedately to organise everyone. Sirius acted in loco parentis for Hermione while she was interviewed by the two Aurors. Next, the Aurors interviewed the two Healers before getting reinforcements. Within the hour, two full squads had arrived to begin checking people's wands and interviewing everyone.
Chapter 17: Seventeen: Junior Auror Tonks
24 hours Earlier
"So, what brings you back to England?" Nymphadora Tonks greeted her long-time friend Charlie Weasley. She hugged him before they both took a seat at their table.
"Things are changing in the UK," Charlie shrugged. "War is coming!"
"Yes, I have heard a lot of what is going on through the Department and my mum," Tonks replied as she looked out the window over Carkitt Market. The Hard Spell Café was a favourite haunt of Charlie and Tonks, whenever he was in England they met up. Fitted into a narrow gap between a food store and a second-hand book found on Market square.
"How does it feel being a fully-fledged Auror?" Charlie gave the woman his signature smile, her heart thumping in her chest.
"Junior. I have only been a Junior Auror for a month, I am still under probation for another twelve months," Tonks answered.
"Have you got a partner?" the redhead asked. Tonks thought she saw an emotion flicker across his face.
"No, it is to whoever I am assigned. Usually, it is Auror Captains Shacklebolt or Proudfoot," Tonks replied.
"I hear Sirius Black took on the mantle of Duke of Anglia. How does it feel being back in the family?" Charlie asked changing the subject. He took a drink from his Gillywater with a raised eyebrow. Tonks laughed but noticed a ring she had never seen before. It was silver with an engraved circle and two swords in the centre. She considered asking about it but instead answered his question.
"Not much different for me, now I have an extended family," the woman replied.
"And the Boy Who Lived as your cousin," Charlie stated.
"Harry hates that term, but yes we are officially family," Tonks retorted then looked around, seeing no one taking notice of them. She whispered an incantation. "Sirius and Harry are starting a third side in the war."
"You what?" Charlie spluttered as he took a drink from his water. Before Tonks could reply a waitress came to take their order. As soon as the server left Charlie gave his friend a look.
"Sirius and the family have found out a great many things about Dumbledore, he is not as light as he seems. Harry will kill me for telling you, but he was abused at the hands of his Muggle family," Tonks revealed. Charlie whistled lowly.
"My mum adores Dumbledore, so do Ron and Ginny. Though I think Ginny was upset with the Headmaster after the Chamber incident."
"A lot of the pure-bloods sway to the side of the dark, opposing Dumbledore for his 'Muggle-loving' ways on principle. But even the Progressives are beginning to look at the old man differently," Tonks told her friend insightfully. She stopped as a waiter produced their food.
"Bill leans towards His Grace for advice, since dad stepped down as Lord Weasley," Charlie explained once the waiter had left. "I think he is shifting the family to more neutral leanings. He has made me his heir, until he and Fleur produce a child."
"I heard all about Fleur, Bill seems rather taken with her," Tonks laughed. "That was the whole reason for coming back to England."
"Mum does not like her, and Ginny calls her Phlegm," Bill admitted.
"Yes, well, no offence, but if Harry's stories are anything to go by Ginny is not very nice," Tonks pulled a face.
"None taken. I can see my mother has gotten her claws into the two youngest. Percy moved out as soon as he could while Fred and George look like they have a premise in Diagon Alley," Charlie shrugged as Tonks looked out the window. As the sky darkened a wizard came around and lit the old-fashioned lamps.
"I heard about Ginny's possession recently. Was it the second time?" Tonks asked.
"Yes," Charlie replied with a frown. "After she was possessed, nothing happened, and I think that was down to mum and Dumbledore. She travelled to Germany for a Wizarding Youth Camp in the summer, but when she returned dad had arranged a Mind Healed."
"When was she possessed a second time?" Tonks asked, taking the man's hand.
"Dad and the Mind Healer think sometime time in Germany; however, the healer did not notice anything when he started their sessions," Charlie answered grimly. "If You Know Who is that good at hiding, could anyone be possessed?"
"So, what is the real reason you have come back to England?" Tonks asked trying to change the subject. "Do not tell me it is the War."
"Perhaps I just missed your scintillating company," Charlie shrugged leaning back in his chair, having finished his meal.
"You are full of bull," Tonks returned.
"I love Romania and the Dragons, but it is very lonely out there. I have a transfer back to a small reservation in Wales. I want to see more of my family," was the answer Tonks got. She looked at her best friend and wondered whether the redhead returned her feelings.
"Do you want to come back to mine for coffee?" Tonks asked hesitantly. Charlie looked at her for a long few minutes before finally nodding. They quickly paid up and headed into the frosty night. Few were around Carkitt Market and the surrounding streets at this time of night. Everyone hurrying to get home to warmth. The pair swiftly made their way to Horizon Alley and the residential area of Diagon Alley. Tonks led Charlie to her small third floor flat unlocking the door.
Charlie looked around as Tonks went to the small kitchenette. The living room cum diner cum kitchen was a chaotic mess, but he knew Tonks would not have it any other way. In the corner the fireplace sat ready to receive or travel by Floo. Tonks' couch was shabby, and he took notice of the old Wizarding Wireless on the kitchenette counter.
"Do you want a coffee or a tea?" the woman asked.
"You know that is not the real reason you wanted me to come back here," Charlie strode forward with several long steps until he took the purple-haired woman in his arms. "I know you have liked me for a long time."
"But you could have anyone. I did not think you would even consider me," Tonks looked away.
"You are so daft, Dora. You are the only woman I have ever looked at," Charlie replied gently turning the meta-morphmagus' head towards his. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own. Tonks clung to the muscled back of the redhead as she finally let her emotions go. She never expected for the kiss to be so good. She was the first to pull away looking up at the man with a silly grin.
"I am not that easy on a first date," Tonks told him.
"Good thing we have known each other for over a decade then," Charlie replied as Tonks sauntered towards her bedroom unzipping her dress as she went.
26th September 8.45pm. Auror Bullpen
Nymphadora Tonks had a silly grin on her face as she twiddled the quill in her hand remembering the night before with Charlie. He had left her flat this morning with a kiss promising to come back. She loved the new relationship with Charlie, glad he returned her feelings.
"What's got you so happy?" Callum Proudfoot, Auror Captain asked leaning over the desk. He wore the dark grey combat robes of a senior Auror. He was well kitted out with a vambrace and shoulder armour. Proudfoot's deep brown hair was greying at the temples, but the neatly shaven side made him look youthful even at thirty-eight.
"Nothing, happy to be at work," Tonks replied quickly. She shifted the red combat Auror robes she wore into a more comfortable position.
"I didn't know you liked the graveyard shift," Proudfoot drawled.
"She got laid last night," one of her colleagues yelled from across the bullpen. Proudfoot's warm brown eyes twinkled with laughter.
"So, who's the lucky fella that has finally plucked your heart? Don't tell me it's that Lupus fella?" Proudfoot grinned.
"Nah, I realised he's a bit old for me," Tonks answered.
"It must be Weasley," Shacklebolt boomed striding up to the pair. Tonks groaned smacking her head on the desk.
"We have a winner," Proudfoot laughed at the woman.
"It's about damn time," the dark skinned Auror gave the woman a proud look. She had been his partner for the last year of her training. Before either of them could say anything, Madam Bones and Remus Lupin appeared from the Director's office. Scrimgeour loped along behind them. All the Aurors come to attention.
"There has been a serious attack on a student at Hogwarts," Madam Bones began, "Captain Proudfoot, Junior Auror Tonks you will be the initial investigating, Team. I will gather Red and Blue squad to send through within the hour."
"Yes, Ma'am!" Tonks and Proudfoot snapped off salutes.
"Mister Lupin will fill you in on the way to the Floo room," Bones concluded. She and Scrimgeour bustled off as Proudfoot and Tonks fell in beside Remus Lupin on the way to DMLE Floo room.
"Harry Black was attacked about thirty minutes ago by a snake. He has sustained serious injuries and is currently in a coma," Lupin explained drawing a gasp from Tonks. "Miss Granger managed to capture a snake, a lowland Copper according to Healer Ward. It is hyper-aggressive."
The trio reached the Floo room as Lupin finished his explanation. The trio quickly passed through the Floo emerging in the Hospital Ward at Hogwarts to hear angry voices.
"This is my school," Dumbledore replied angrily, "I will not allow Aurors on these grounds."
"Excuse me, sir, but we have permission when a crime has been committed," Proudfoot strode forward slightly behind Lupin. "Madam Bones has sent Junior Auror Tonks and me to perform a preliminary investigation. We ask that you seal the castle and have everyone sent to the Great Hall; there will be more aurors coming within the hour."
"Do what you like!" Dumbledore whirled around in anger stalking out of the Hospital Ward. Tonks was stunned seeing the grandfatherly visage destroyed.
"You shall have our co-operation on this," McGonagall replied, leaving with more dignity. Tonks took in the small group of people surrounding the bed of a peaceful looking Harry. Sirius Black, of course, was leaning over his eldest son. Hermione Granger, the Muggle-born witch that had captured Harry's heart was stroking his hand. Tonks' own mother was talking quietly to a Healer in the green robes of St Mungo's.
"Who was the first person on the scene?" Proudfoot immediately asked taking a notebook from an expanded pocket.
"Me, sir, Hermione Granger," the frizzy-haired witch replied looking at the two Aurors.
"As you are underage, we cannot interview you without a guardian present," Proudfoot automatically replied.
"She is a Vassal of the House of Black; therefore I can function as her guardian," the Duke of Anglia straightened up.
"Ok, your Grace, perhaps we can go to an empty classroom and interview Miss Granger," the senior Auror told them. Getting a nod from both, they had soon found an empty classroom to sit in comfortably. Tonks immediately set up a parchment and a dicta-quill.
"Auror Captain Callum Proudfoot and Junior Auror Nymphadora Tonks interviewing Hermione Granger on the Twenty-sixth of September Nineteen Ninety-Five at Nine thirty-four PM. His Grace, the Duke of Anglia, Sirius Black the Tenth acting as Loco Parentis." Tonks looked over the parchment, reading what the dicta-quill was writing. She looked up at Proudfoot giving him a nod.
"Miss Granger, you were the first one on the scene? Can you tell us what happened?" Proudfoot settled back in the hard chair opposite the teen.
"Harry and I had not long returned from the library with the first years. He had a brief conversation with Colin Creevey then went to bed," Hermione explained without any embellishments to the story. "Perhaps ten minutes later everyone in the common room heard him scream. A prefect and I were first in his bedroom, I saw a snake go under one of the beds and summoned it."
"Can you tell me who sleeps in the same room as Lord Rendlesham?" Proudfoot asked with his notebook flipped open.
"Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Ronald Weasley," Hermione answered. Proudfoot and Tonks continued to ask questions trying to draw out any information, even small nuggets from Hermione. Finally, the Auror Captain called an end to the interview.
"Have you got the snake with you?" the man asked. Hermione handed over the clear jar with the reddish snake in. The snake instantly tried to bite the Auror. Proudfoot placed the jar on a desk, then vanished the jar. Before the snake could move an inch, it was frozen.
"Can you identify this snake?" Proudfoot questioned his partner. Tonks could see Hermione was itching to answer.
"That is a non-magical snake called a Lowland Copperhead typically found in Oceania," Tonks returned.
"Has the snake been Imperiused?" Tonks immediately began performing several spells. Hermione was leaning over eager to see what the older witch was doing.
"No, preliminary tests show several spells, but no trace of the Imperious Curse. It has been made hostile using several curses and one I am sure aims it towards a target, but I do not recognise the spell."
"Well done, those are the spell's I detected also. The targeting spell is an old dark spell, I have barely heard of it myself," Proudfoot explained.
"Can you detect a Magic signature?" Hermione asked curiously. Proudfoot looked surprised and Tonks grinned at the girl.
"You know your magic, Miss Granger. However, in this case the signature is garbled, I cannot get an accurate reading to exam against others," the Senior Auror returned, but was interrupted from saying anything else as knock interrupted them. "Come in,"
"Captain, we were told you were nearby. Red and Blue squads have convened in a room off the Great Hall," a Junior Auror told him. Proudfoot thanked the Auror and concluded the interview. Sirius led Hermione to the Great Hall as Proudfoot and Tonks made their way to the 'investigation room.' Inside were the two Auror squads, made up of five men and women. Tonks could see the two senior Aurors by their grey cloaks conversing in the corner. Already someone had set up a board and placed a picture of Harry on it. The Meta-morphmagus followed her partner as he approached the other Senior Aurors given them a run-down of the events.
"Tomorrow, I want you to start interviewing the Gryffindors, then we will look at the wider school," Prroudfoot told them as the highest-ranking Auror. "Tonight, we will interview the Fifth Year Gryffindor Boys before we lose any information."
"Ok, we will secure the dorm room and process it," Captain Warrington answered him. The Captain gave him some folders on each of the four boys. Tonks was astonished at how quick they had got some information. She, herself, spoke briefly with Proudfoot telling the man everything she knew about Harry and his dorm mates.
Tonks followed her partner out of the room and into the Great Hall, where all the students were talking. They approached Professor McGonagall, her arms crossed with one hand tapping her arm. Light glinted of the teacher's House ring catching Tonks eye for a moment until she looked into the stern face of her former deputy headmistress.
"Professor, we require—" Proudfoot consulted his piece of parchment, "Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and Ronald Weasley."
"Is it not a bit late to interview them?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"No, while it is fresh in their minds it is best to interview them," Tonks replied for her partner. The Deputy headmistress just hummed and nodded. She sent a prefect to gather the four boys.
"We have set you up a proper interview room here on the fourth floor," the Gryffindor Head of House told them. McGonagall showed them to the room. Proudfoot took a seat behind the desk with Tonks set up with a small desk nearby. She set up the dicta-quill and parchment. The Head of House stayed to act in loco-parentisfor all four boys. Dean Thomas strode in first, the tall dark skinned athletic boy looked unusually sombre. The interview barely took any time as Proudfoot questioned the fifteen-year-old as the lad gave his explanation of where he had been.
Neville quickly followed and his interview was the same, done quickly and efficiently. Though he was one of the first people on the scene, so he had a bit more information than his dorm mate. The sandy-haired fifteen-year-old Seamus Finnegan entered next. Tonks was instantly on alert, something in his posture set her off. After going through the opening questions Proudfoot looked at the boy.
"You say you were in the common room?" Proudfoot asked, also noticing the twitching fingers of the boy.
"Yes, with Lavender Brown and Dean Thomas," Seamus answered. The boy's eyes flickered to the right, almost as though he was looking at McGonagall. Proudfoot shuffled through some parchment then read what was written down for several minutes.
"Mister Thomas failed to mention that you were with him," the man stated.
"Perhaps he forgot," Seamus replied with a slightly nervous laugh.
"Maybe, are you sure you were with this pair?" the Auror stared at the boy with deep brown eyes.
"Yes, I was snogging Lavender," Seamus stated casually, feeling more confident. Proudfoot knew he was hiding something but was not sure what exactly.
"Ok, I think we are done here. You may leave," Proudfoot said finally after a few minutes. The teen was eager to leave as Proudfoot leaned back in the chair contemplating the boy.
"Ronald Weasley for you," a seventh-year prefect opened the door allowing a confident redhead to enter. The boy took a seat looking at the senior Auror.
"Auror Captain Callum Proudfoot and Junior Auror Nymphadora Tonks interviewing Ronald Weasley on the Twenty-sixth of September Nineteen Ninety-Five at Eleven Twenty-one PM. Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall acting as Loco Parentis." Tonks looked over the parchment, reading what the dicta-quill was writing. She looked up at Proudfoot giving him a nod. Proudfoot quickly went through the basic questions such as full name, age, residence, and parents' names.
"Now, we have interviewed a couple of people. Can you tell us what happened this evening?"
"I'm not really sure, to be honest," Ron scratched his ear, a slight glow on his face. "I was down in the Common Room playing as game of Wizarding Chess when we all heard a scream. The book-worm quickly ran up to the dorm followed by a prefect and Longbottom. Soon Professor McGonagall and come in, then Black was taken out towards the Hospital Wing, I assume."
"I have been told you are not on the best terms with Lord Rendlesham and Miss Granger," Proudfoot stated slightly taken aback by the venom in the redhead's voice.
"We're not friends, yeah, but I wouldn't hurt him. I thought he was going to date my sister," Weasley suggested casually. Tonks almost snorted but knew that would be unprofessional.
"That would be Ginevra Weasley, correct?" Proudfoot consulted his notes.
"Yeah, Gin and Harry seem to really get on. So how can I hate him, if he ends up my brother-in-law," Weasley sat back looking smug. Proudfoot asked several more questions at different angles until the door slammed open making everyone jump. Albus Dumbledore strode in looking stern.
"I think it is time the interviews ended," the once-grandfatherly visage gone.
"Headmaster, I was assured of your cooperation in these matters," Proudfoot replied. McGonagall ushed the smirking redhead out of the room and the Captain knew the interview was over.
"You do, but it is getting late now. Surely, the students should be in bed," Dumbledore seemed to change tactic.
"That was our last interview for the evening," Proudfoot pointed out. "I only had a few more questions."
"Well, you can ask them tomorrow. His mother will be here to sit in on his interviews."
"Professor McGonagall is quite capable of acting in Loco Parentis," Tonks spoke up getting a glare from her superior.
"She is very capable, Nymphadora. However, she is NOT the boy's guardian. His guardian wishes to be present for the interview and is bringing a law-wizard," the older man answered. Tonks nearly growled at the use of her full name.
"Why does he need a law-wizard, does the boy have something to hide? Do you?" Tonks blurted out before she could reign herself in. Dumbledore turned his steely eyes in the Junior Auror, then back to her superior.
"I believe your partner needs to learn to keep silent."
"Indeed, she does," Captain Proudfoot agreed. Tonks seethed at her superiors' words. "Thank you, Headmaster, we shall continue our interviews tomorrow."
"Very well," the grandfatherly look had returned, and he bowed leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Immediately spell fire race around the room warding it. The portraits went blank, and nothing could enter the room.
"That old goat-shagging peacock. Something smells at Hogwarts, and it is coming from the top," Tonks let out before she could help herself. Proudfoot settled back in his chair rubbing his nose.
"I agree, there is something suspicious about Ronald Weasley. And Dumbledore wanted us off his trail," Callum Proudfoot agreed. Tonks turned on him in astonishment.
"You seemed to agree with him, cosying up to the man."
"Tonks, you have a lot to learn," the older auror laughed, "I have to make nice, so he doesn't get sceptical of us and close down all our avenues of investigation."
"Ah, Ok, sorry," Tonks replied with humility.
"Right, let's join the rest of the team to see if they have learnt everything," Proudfoot told his partner as he gathered up the folders and parchment on the desk.
29th September
Harry floated in a sea of darkness, occasional flashes of light and conversations drifted past him as he tried to remember where he was, but nothing seemed to be working. The Boy Who Lived did not know how long he was in the dark place before it seemed to grow lighter as the pain began to emanate from his thigh. He cried aloud.
"Madam Tonks, I think he is waking up," the voice of an angel spoke. Harry blinked his eyes open, seeing only blurry objects above him. It smelled like he was in a hospital. The last thing he remembered was talking to Colin, but nothing after that. "Here."
"Thanks," Harry tried to say as someone handed his glasses to him. When the dark-haired boy could see again, he realised Hermione was standing over him looking pale.
"Harry, take this," Aunt Andi came over, handing the boy a flagon of iridescent green potion. He looked at it, screwed up his face and swallowed the potion down in one go. Surprisingly, the taste was not too bad. Andromeda smiled at him. "Narcissa has been providing me with potions instead of Professor Snape."
"What happened?" Harry asked scratchily. Hermione handed him over a glass of water so he could take small sips from the glass.
"You were attacked by a snake, ooh Harry, someone tried to murder you," Hermione explaining flinging her arms around Harry. The boy was quite stunned as his girlfriend did not usually get this emotional. He looked over her shoulder to see it was night outside the window.
"How long have I been out?"
"About three days, you were damn lucky your girlfriend caught the creature that bit you. Otherwise, we might not have been able to save you," Andi looked a tad upset herself. "Your father has only just left your bedside an hour ago when I chased him out."
"Is he mad?" Harry asked, trying to move, but his left leg would not cooperate with him for some reason. "Why can I not move my leg?"
"The neurotoxins of the snake have caused damage to your thigh. We are going to have to perform several spells while we do physical therapy, though I warn you, your leg may never be the same again," Andi told him sadly.
"Will I be able to play Quidditch? Will I make the first game?"
"Your first game is the end of October?" She got a nod, "then yes, you should have enough mobility to play your first game and be able to play Quidditch in general."
"Well, there is some good news," Harry sighed.
"I will leave you alone; call if you need anything," Andromeda told the pair, then returned to her office to go over some paperwork. Harry realised Hermione was half hanging off the bed.
"Well, this is not how I anticipated getting you into my bed for the first time," Harry joked as he moved over slightly so that Hermione could settle next to him.
"Oh, so you have been thinking of getting me into bed, Mr Black?" Hermione looked at her boyfriend with an arched eyebrow. Harry flushed bright red.
"That's Lord Rendlesham to you, darling," he drawled just like Draco used to.
"If you think I am going to call you Lord Rendlesham, you have another thing coming," Hermione poked him in the side before settling her head on his shoulder. "Harry, how much Defence Against the Dark Art's did Remus and Sirius teach you over the summer?"
"Quite a lot, though the physical side might be useless now that my leg is dodgy," Harry failed to joke. He got a serious look from Hermione, "why?"
"After what happened with Colin, I think Umbitch is going to get the Defence Club cancelled. I wondered if you might tutor me privately?" Hermione asked, though her face flushed bright red from the innuendo.
"Why, Miss Granger, are you propositioning me?"
"Well, I have already got a little personal with you. Who do you think has been messaging your leg for the last three days?" Now it was Harry's turn to blush as he imagined Hermione messaging his leg. He shifted uncomfortably as his body began to react. Hermione just laughed at his squirming.
"Look, can I just think about the Defence thing. I do not know how my leg is going to be yet." Hermione nodded before getting comfortable, allowing the two to enjoy the silence in the presence of each other. "Did Andi say anything about being out tomorrow?"
"No, but you have just woken up."
"I was thinking about our Wizarding Etiquette lessons," Harry returned, unconsciously rubbing his hand up and down Hermione's back.
"I am pretty sure Susan and Neville can handle it," Hermione answered, almost spitting out Susan's name. Harry looked at her.
"Are you jealous?" he asked, trying to hide a grin.
"No, why would I be jealous?" came the return though her voice was higher than usual.
"The way you say, Susan, makes me think you may be jealous," Harry returned casually, staring at the ceiling.
"Fine, the girl is pretty, and has got a great body, of course, I am jealous," Hermione snapped.
"The Great Hermione Granger is human; she can be jealous," Harry crowed, getting a harrumph from his girlfriend who turned over, so her back was to him.
"No need to shout it to the world," Hermione replied bitterly. Harry realised he had hit a sore spot. He tried to turn to reach her but moaned in pain. Instantly she had turned over to look at him with concern. Harry stroked Hermione's cheek then gently kissed her.
"I do not want to be with Susan, or Cho, or anybody else. I choose you; you are so special to me," He told her. Hermione had tears in her eyes as she carefully cuddled up to her man.
"You are so sweet, Harry. You always seem to know the right words to help me." Harry's hand returned to her back.
"Good evening, Lord Rendlesham, it is a pleasure to see you awake," a deep voice spoke. Harry looked up to see his cousin, Tonks, and a strange man. The man wore grey robes with a vambrace on his right arm and shoulder pads on his left.
"Wotcher Tonks," Harry greeted his cousin with a grin.
"Lord Rendlesham, this is Captain Proudfoot, Senior Auror. He and I are investigating the attack on you," Tonks spoke, uncharacteristically serious.
"Did you wait until his Grace has left before ambushing my patient?" Aunt Andi stalked over to Harry's bed.
"No, Madam Tonks. We came to get an update on Lord Rendlesham's condition but found him awake," Proudfoot bowed slightly. Harry could see a glint of humour in the man's eyes and knew he would like him.
"Well, he is not ready to be interviewed yet," Madam Tonks answered.
"Yes, Ma'am. I have learnt never to argue with a healer," Proudfoot stepped back raising his hands in defeat.
"You may return tomorrow. If Lord Rendlesham is well enough to talk, you may interview him then," the older witch told the pair sternly.
"Yes, Ma'am." Tonks tried not to laugh at the senior Auror cowed by the healer. Proudfoot turned to the teens, "Goodnight Lord Rendlesham, Miss Granger."