Disclaimer: You know the drill: if you recognize it, it ain't mine.
*blushes in obvious embarrassment* I can't believe I wrote 'involucroul' instead of 'involucre' (which is a real word, and it's that kind of cocoon that bugs hide in when they change shapes, like butterflies for example). My spell check is kinda screwed up, and I don't blame my betas for not noticing that (or whatever other mistakes I made in that chapter) because those poor souls were hit with the entirety of my first FOUR chapters at once (something like sixty pages) and chapter 3 alone was a real whopper, so I understand that their attention might have wavered at certain points. I may one day go back and fix that chapter, but I won't promise that it will be anytime soon. For what I said about the reviews last time, I guess I kinda phrased that wrong, because it's not like I'll stop writing just because it's not getting much response. It's just that I tend to get demotivated and lose interest if I don't have any outside input. But I do love my reviews (and reviewers!). Liongirrl4eva: *blushes* Thank you so much for your praise! And no, unfortunately, I am not JKR in disguise *sigh* I'm only a 20 year old fashion designer (and I love Fuyumi's stories, too!). Victoria87: thanks for reviewing again after I posted the wrong chapter ^____^' Okay, I already said that the Petunia thing will be explained later on, and as for Harry and Hermione, I also already said that in THIS (as in the Bite) I had planned on no romance at all between H/Hr (they'll get a clue in the seventh year sequel, which is bound to be a fluff fest…as much as can be with all my angst) it's just that those two get out of control when they're together, and I keep them from having moments like the one at the end of the last chapter, so those will be popping up at intervals ^_^' I have no control over them whatsoever. Favo de Mel: Hey, babe, interesting how you're the only one who picked up on the connection between what I said about Sirius and the possible title of the sequel! You are such a rocking clever witch! I'm not telling you what's going to happen though! ^_^ davaca: Harry thinks that he can't play Quidditch for the simple reason that Umbridge had not limited herself to banishing from his team, but gave him a life sentence (I believe the exact words were: Banned for life). I might be wrong though, so correct me in that case, k? Besides, his Firebolt was still at Hogwarts, wasn't it? Or am I wrong about that, too? Willow: I absolutely love it when my readers pick up on the little things! Smacks to you! Demosthenes: Cool name by the way, and no, I don't hate you because I happen to appreciate constructive critisism, and I still can't believe I wrote THAT! In any case, could you point some of the other mistakes? I might not notice them, so I'd appreciate knowing what they were (living in Italy, my english is getting really pretty rusty) ^_^. Muirnin: I was just giving my readers a little time before I hit them with the thick of it. Already here you see a little more plot then before. I actually just wanted Harry to have a good birthday before things start to go bad. Anyway, I noticed that JKR seems to take a bit of time in the first chaps to get into the plot, too, or maybe that just my impression *shrugs*. I think this chapter should satisfy you more, and, if it doesn't, I'm sure the next one will overwhelm you, and, if it doesn't…well, I'm just wasted as a writer ^_^' MissLexiRe: Yep, Sirius is lost, but…possibly he'll be found. Bamaslamma29: I actually have two betas (one of which is an english major…I guess they just get distracted sometimes ^_^)
This chappy is kinda short to compensate the last one, (and the next one will be another whoppy!). There was actually a whole piece of about two pages where Hermione spoke to someone of slightly relevant importance, but I chose to chop it out because of the next chapter. Anyway, enough of my ramblings, on with the fic now.
Chapter 4: Happy Birthday, Harry Potter!
The morning of the fifth day of August, Harry was awakened in what he thought was definitely not the best way to start the day. An owl was madly pecking at his ear. He should have been trying to shoo it away, but the second his hand went anywhere near it, it risked being nipped off.
"Stop that," he mumbled, and, immediately, it obeyed, and bounded off to find a perch next to Hedwig. Putting his glasses on, Harry noticed that his ear was bleeding, that it was precisely 7:30 in the morning (and therefore there must not have been many Weasleys awake) and that Ron looked as though he'd been victim in one of those Muggle killer bird horror movies. Obviously the tawny owl that had tried to eat his ear had gotten his fill on Ron first. Hedwig was watching the newcomer rather wearily. Ron was snoring away peacefully, which made Harry realize that the bird was not just insane with his carnivorous hunger, but had been trying to wake up the redhead, and, not managing that, had moved onto Harry in much the same way.
Unfortunately, Harry's slumber was not as heavy as Ron's.
Looking over at the ruffled bird Harry noticed that the tawny owl was carrying two envelopes bearing the Hogwarts seal. He was about to walk over to retrieve what had to be his and Ron's Hogwarts letters when a female scream reached his ears from the recesses of the room that Ginny and Hermione were occupying. It sounded like Ginny. Ron was up instantly. Harry dashed into the girls' room just in time to watch Hermione scream as she stared at her own Hogwarts letter. When her voice ran out her face was still in the mold of the previous scream, her eyes not wavering from the sheet of paper.
"What in bloody-!" Ron began sputtering as he entered the room behind Harry, just as confused as the latter.
"I'm Prefect," Ginny squeaked.
"What?" Ron asked surprised, as though he wasn't sure whether he heard right.
"I'm Prefect," she repeated, her voice gaining a little confidence as she held up a fist while in the other hand she clutched her Hogwarts letter.
What?" Ron repeated, sounding like he'd heard right but refused to believe it.
"I'M PREFECT!" She screamed as she began jumping up and down in glee, while Ron had no idea what to make of the news.
As though summoned by the sound of the 'P' word, Mrs Weasley, followed by her mischievous twins, burst through behind Ron. "Ginny dear, what did you just say?" Mrs Weasley asked with a squeak, her voice far too vibrant for the early hour (after all, it was the middle of summer).
"I'm prefect," the youngest Weasley repeated again, this time opening up the palm that she'd been fisting to show a familiar small badge with a detailed P glistening in the morning light.
Instantly, Mrs Weasley began to gush over her as was her usual. "Oh, Ginny dear, I'm so proud of you! Oh, now all my babies have been prefects!"
"There she goes again," mumbled Fred.
"She's forgetting all about us again," George added.
"But when she's done fussing with Ginny she'll chew our blooming arses," they agreed. Mrs Weasley ignored them. She was trying to cope out of-a rather speechless-Ginny what she would have liked as a present (especially now that they were earning rather well thanks to Fred and George's activities) and planning a trip to Diagon Alley when Harry's eyes fell back on Hermione during a lull in the exchange. She was still staring open mouthed at her Hogwarts letter, looking as though the need to breath or blink wouldn't be able to get past whatever shock she was under until someone decided to slap her silly, since the ongoing ordeal hadn't even fazed her. Well, maybe that wasn't the most pleasant way to go about it, Harry thought.
"Hermione," he called to her quietly. No reply. "Hermione," he tried again, this time a little more persistantly. Still no answer. Placing his hand on her shoulder and shaking her slightly, he brought his lips close to her ears and enunciated her name clearly. She blinked and turned to him, almost not seeing him at all, her mouth still agape. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked, wondering if her mind had acknowledged him at all. She simply handed him her sheet of parchment.Quickly he read through its contents, wondering if anything horrible had happened to her parents.
Miss Hermione Granger,
Enlisted below you will find a brief description of your results for your Ordinary Wizarding Level tests. A more detailed retelling of your examinator's judjement will be provided to you by your Head of House upon your arrival at Hogwarts.
Potions-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Transfiguration-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Charms-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Defense Against the Dark Arts-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Herbology-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures:
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Ancient Runes-
Written: O Average: Outstanding
Arithmancy-
Written: O Average: Outstanding
Astronomy-*
Written: O Average: Outstanding
History of Magic-
Written: O Average: Outstanding
Muggle Studies-
Not listed
Divination-
Not listed
The above grading demonstrates that you have scored the highest number of OWLs in your grade and in the last two decades, placing you (in percentage) next to Lily Evans in the list of highest grading students through the centuries.
Based on this, and on the exceptional devotion to your position as Prefect of the last term, such Prefect position will be extended until the end of the starting term. Attached you will find a schedule to match your results and your choices in possible future careers and a detailed list of what you will need. If you find that it does not suit you please inform your Head of House before term begins to agree on a new schedule.
In closing there was McGonagall's trademark signature.
Harry blinked at the parchment. What was Hermione so shocked about? It wasn't as though it came a surprise that she'd come first on the highest grading students list. However, maybe it had been the fact that somebody bothered to mention it that shocked her and pleased her. After all, they were so used to her brilliance that they took it for granted. He turned and smiled at her. "This is great, Hermione, I'm really proud of you," he told her honestly. He'd expected nothing short of what had been stated of her, but the fact that she'd managed to stay humble in all her successes made Harry realize that, perhaps, following the troll in the girls bathroom might have been one of the best things that he'd impulsively done in his life. For some reason, when he was around Hermione the numbness that he constantly felt (especially after the dreams of his birthday night that he still hadn't told anyone about) completely disappeared, though most people didn't notice the difference, since they spent most of their time together.
"Hey, what're you two grinning about?" Ron asked, sounding defeated and slightly angry, probably because his status of only current Weasley Prefect had been taken from him, forcing him to share the glory with his baby sister. Harry, ignoring his best friend's tone of voice, allowed his grin to grow wider.
"Hermoine got the highest score on her OWLs of the last two decades," he announced, making Hermione blush as red as Weasley hair and twirl a poor strand of hair around a finger, though she was smiling proud of herself nonetheless. Before any Weasley could begin to shower her in congratulations she turned the topic away from herself. "Ron, Harry, didn't your letters arrive?" As though she'd summoned it, the murdering owl swept into the room and onto her shoulder, facing Harry with the letters attached to its leg.
"Yeah, they did," Harry mumbled taking the envelopes from the bird and handing Ron the one with his name on it. "Too bad the owl that brought it wasn't very well trained in how to wake up the person who's supposed to receive them," he added, gingerly touching his wounded ear. Hermione, along with the rest, looked confused as she handed the owl a treat before it flew off and away, probably to devour someone else.
"Aren't you going to open them?" Hermione asked eagerly. Harry watched her a little wearily, afraid that she wouldn't be as proud of his scores as he was with hers, but opened his letter nevertheless. Skipping through the heading that was very much like Hermione's, with the exception of his name at the top, he went straight to the grading results.
Potions-
Written: O Practical: E/O Average: Outstanding
Tranfiguration-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Charms-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Defense Against the Dark Arts-
Written: O Practical: O* Average: Outstanding
Herbology-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Care of Magical Creatures-
Written: O Practical: O Average: Outstanding
Astronomy-
Written: A** Average: Acceptable
History of Magic-
Written: A Average: Acceptable
Divination-
Practical: P Average: Poor
Ancient Runes-
Not listed
Arithmancy-
Not listed
Muggle Studies-
Not listed
*Your examinator expressed an insistant wish to give you a higher score still, however, this in not allowed by the commitee
**Your grade has been raised one level after taking in consideration certain distracting events during the testing
From then on it closed much like Hermione's.
Harry found himself blinking again. How in Merlin's name had he managed to get an average of 'O' on his Potions test? He could understand Hagrid's class (after all, Hagrid taught it, though it hadn't been him for too long in Harry's opinion). He could even understand Charms and Herbology (after all, he was Hermione Granger's best friend). And he could stretch that fast as to understand even Transfiguration. But Potions? He knew he'd done rather well on his testing (especially since it hadn't been Snape to test him while trying to break his vials) but an 'O' seemed rather pushed.
Could that be the reason for why Snape had not shown for the Occlumency training as had been the agreement? He'd been missing for five days now, and Harry figured that it had something to do with the dream-or rather nightmare-that had attacked him the night of his birthday, ruining a rather perfect day that had been filled with life. Only Hermione, and her complete understanding, made him feel something (though he didn't know what precisely) and manage to draw him out of the state of emptyness that his mind seemed to automatically go into. Since then, though, nothing had happened, so, perhaps, it was Snape's hatred of Harry that made the Potions master disobey one of Dumbledore's direct orders.
Or perhaps he'd gone back to the Dark Side, as he called it.
"Oy, Harry, what did you get?" Ron asked looking over his best friend's shoulder, pulling Harry out of his reverie. Confronting the two sheets, the redhead frowned. Harry had gotten an average of six Os, two As, and a P. Ron had four Os (Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures), two Es (Tranfiguration and History of Magic), two As (Potions, where Harry had gotten an unbelievable O, and Astronomy), and a D (in Divination).
Hermione congratulated them both very sincerely on their achievements, but Ron did not seem satisfied with his. "You both did so well! I'm so proud of you both! Let me see your schedules," she said as she grabbed both their result papers and turned them over to look at their weekly timetables that had been drawn there. After a quick scan she cursed. "Oh, bugger!" She huffed loudly. "The only classes that we all share are Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, then Harry and I have Potions and Transfiguration on our own," she complained. She scanned the papers once more, hoping to see that she'd missed something. She knit her eyebrows. "Ron," she turned to him, "your schedule is very unusual," she told him.
He shrugged and snatched his paper back, seeming uncomfortable. Fred and George looked over their brother's shoulder to see what was so unusual about his schedule, and laughed out loud.
"That" Fred started, "is the schedule of someone who doesn't have a bloody clue as to what he wants to do," he explained.
"Or," George added, "the schedule of someone who didn't get enough OWLs to get what he wanted."
"Sod off, you two," Ron told them as he crossed his arms and looked cross himself.
"Hey, Mum!" Ginny intervened, trying to save the moment, "when are we going to Diagon Alley?" She asked, in an attempt to divert the conversation off her temperamental brother. She was finding out that the random angry outbursts seemed to be a regular step in a boy's growth, though it would have seemed strange that Harry would go through it before Ron.
"We'll floo as soon as you're all ready," she told them, as all the boys exited the room with the intention of preparing for their first outing in nearly a week.
°*°*°
There was something definitely wrong.
This was the first thought that had run through Harry and Hermione's mind as they stepped through the wall that had just opened up to reveal Diagon Alley.
Already back in the Leaky Cauldron people had been rather subdued when the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione had stepped through it, but, then again, that could have just been because everyone had to acknowledge Voldemort's return.
That, though, did not explain why, in Merlin's name, the street that had always been populated by hords of Hogwarts students in need of supplies for the beginning of the year was so incredibly quiet.
Full of people, but incredibly quiet. Everyone shuffled around, their eyes shifting in every direction, trying to keep any and all necessary conversation down to a hushed minimum. If anyone crossed Harry's eyes, their own would widen and search for anything else to look at, generally finding the floor a good choice. Mrs Weasley seemed suddenly uncomfortable, but, to Harry, it was obvious that she was trying to feign ignorance or nonchalance, attempting to not let any of the underage wizards in her care notice that something was off, forcing herself to sound as sharp and chipper as usual, though her mother goose expression seemed rather obviously forced to him. He knew that she was aware of what was going on, and he also knew that she had no intention in having him, or anyone else, know.
"Harry," Hermione called to him in a whisper as they passed Florean Fortecues Ice Cream Shop (is that what it's called in english? Not sure). He turned to her as the both of them slowed their pace down enough to put the right distance between themselves and their friends, so that they couldn't be overheard and wouldn't arouse notions of suspicious behaviour. "Harry, did you notice that everyone is hiding newspapers?" Hermione asked him, as she looked around with a frown of puzzlement and suspicion.
Harry followed her gaze to the few people occupying the tables outside the ice cream parlor, and realized that his friend was right. At the sight of him they would hide copies of the paper under the table, sneaking it out of his eyes reach just in time. He nodded to her. "It looks like the Daily Prophet," he told her, his judgement based on the type of parchment and the style of heading.
"Sunday Prophet," Hermione corrected. "Today's Sunday, and the Sunday Prophet gives a detailed retelling of the most important events of the week. But why are they hiding it? What could have happened?" She wondered out loud, just as a shop owner grabbed an entire stack of the aforementioned paper out of her selling shelves and nervously took it to a back room. Over the spot that had been occupied by the stack of papers was a sign reading:
As of August 1st the selling of newspapers or informational magazines has been strictly forbidden to underaged wizards or witches by order of the Minister of Magic. No such items will be sold to any wizard or witch, of age or not, after the hour of 11:00 am. All adults are advised to not leave any copies of papers uncostudied.
The seal of the Ministry was at the bottom of the warning poster.
It had just turned 11.
"They've gone bloody mental!" Ron exclaimed upon reading it.
"They're trying to hide something," Hermione spoke out loud.
"What?" Ron squeaked, completely startled by her statement.
"It's like the Quibbler. Umbridge forbid people from reading it so that nobody would know the truth about Voldemort," she ignored Ron's shudder, thinking how annoying it must have been for Harry to be subjected to it continously since first year, "but we all know that it's the worse thing to do. Remember how everybody managed to read it somehow? All the students here have already read the Sunday Prophet, and if it hadn't been forbidden they might have all ignored it to begin with."
"Yeah, but what are they hiding?" Harry wondered out loud, afraid that it had something to do with his nightmare.
"Honestly, Harry, I think it's pretty safe to say that it has to do with you," Hermione stated dryly. She knew there was no point in skirting around the matter. Harry was always able to pick up on it and he never liked it when he did. He also had a way of finding and figuring out things on his own. She knew she was just stating the obvious. Harry gave a sound of acknowledgement as he remembered how Dumbledore had promised that he would not keep things from Harry anymore. If he hadn't drawn himself into his numbness he would have felt betrayed.
Hermione sighed next to him. "It's no wonder that there are hardly any first years today," she whispered, looking dejected and hopeless. Harry looked around, noticing for the first time that there were hardly any fresh faces around. "I bet all of these are Muggle born, and they don't know what's going on, but the atmosphere scares them." She tried to smile at the uncertain Muggle parents, that seemed out of place and confused, trying to encourage them, thinking that, for them, this could not have been as it had been for her on her first Diagon Alley visit, where everything had been bright and new and completely magical.
As Mrs Weasley said that it would be best to head to Gringott's first Hermione caught the sight of a couple with their son. They were looking around, curious yet out of place. "You go ahead, I already have what I need, I'll meet you later," she told them. Harry gave her a curious look. "Prefect instincts," she murmured to him as she turned in the direction of the-obviously-Muggle family. Harry didn't want her to go, but didn't stop her. Hermione seemed reluctant to leave him alone, but she any case, so he followed the Weasleys into the Wizarding bank known as Gringotts. He noticed that the goblins looked even more cross then usual.
Had Hermione been there, he would have tried to conjure a reason of this with her, but she had remained outside and had been left feeling along in a sea of Weasleys, wondering what had caught his best friends attention enough to keep her from consiping with him.
*°*°*
"Were your Prefect instincts right?" Harry asked Hermione as she parted from a red headed Muggle holding a piece of parchment, his voice sounded distant, and a bit hurt. Being alone with the Weasleys must have been harder on him than she thought it would be.
Taking hold of his hand and squeezing it tightly she grinned at him before releasing his fingers. "More than I thought," she told him in a whisper. "More than you'll know, Harry." She saw his eyebrows furrow at her, but he shrugged it off like she knew he would. Better this way. She needed time to think a few things over.
"So," Mrs Weasley drew their attention, "where should we go first?" She asked, obviously invigorated by the feel of a few heavy Galleons in her pocket, glad that she could finally spend a little money on her children.
Hermione caught sight of Harry watching the sign forbidding the sale of newspapers to underage wizards as he said, "I'd like to visit Fred and George." He was hoping that, perhaps, since they were in the Order, they might tell them what was going on. Harry looked at Hermione and noticed that she looked like she could already begin to guess what.
Mrs Weasley was suddenly apprehensive, but agreed nevertheless, though she tried to make the short walk much longer than it would have been by making comments on the minimal changes of Diagon Alley, but not managing in the least to derail them from their destination.
The shop was incredibly…overwhelming. Tacky and exaggerated, just like the brothers that owned it, and loud and full of eager joiful students and filled with life in general, the only thing resembling the Diagon Alley that they all knew and loved. And it was filled with a ridiculous amount of…well, ridiculous things.
There was an entire section for the fireworks that had terrified Hogwarts only months prior (though the scale had been diminished), and Canary Creams, and Jelly Beans (turned your legs into jelly for the duration of time they stayed in your mouth), and fake wands, and countless of other things. Thankfully, Hermione thought, the Binoculars from Harry's party had not been patented yet.
As they stepped through the brightly colored (fuschia and lime green with lemon yellow and cobalt blue) shop they saw George at the cash register, and Fred demonstrating several items to some third years, who, having seen the possibilities the year prior, were studying intently everything that was shown to them. Harry deflated. They seemed to be completely unaware of their entrance, and, even after acknowledging them they would probably say 'hello' and go straight back to their clients.
"Hey mates, been waiting for you for the last few days!" Fred shouted from the far corner, stepping forward, leaivng the third years to marvel at the display that he'd kept at his shoulders while speaking.
"Hey, Mum!" George called to the matron. "Come help me with the register while Fred shows them the store, will you?" He made it rather obvious that she really didn't have a choice. Mrs Weasley threw her twins a skeptical suspecting look, but moved away from her two youngest children and thier friends, making her way toward one half of the Mischievious Miscreants that were her sons. Fred immediately turned to them secretly. "Come into the back room with me," he ordered, moving quickly around the milling students, and opened a small door in another corner. Quickly they all stepped in behind him, Harry and Hermione surprised to find a room twice the size of the shop, cleanly kept, and full of strange looking, bright inventions, most of which seemed Muggle based. There was an endless amount of rubber duckies. Fred's behaviour, suddenly so serious, made it quite clear that some answers would be given.
"Harry," he started, "Dumbledore wanted us to give you these," he stated as he pulled a small stack of newspapers and an envelope from a hidden drawer in the table that was at the center of the room.
"We've been collecting them for you for the last few days," he explained, "but you don't need to read them all, the Sunday paper is the most informed one yet. We expected you earlier, but we found out that the Ministry's been filtering the mail. They read everything that goes everywhere. That's why your Hogwarts letters weren't addressed to Grimmauld Place. McGonagall sent the owl that the Order uses to send messages to Grimmauld Place when nobody can bring the news directly from Hogwarts so that you couldn't be traced."
Wordlessly, he took the envelope and pulled the parchment out to be read, recognizing right away the complicated flourishes. It was Dumbledore's hand.
Harry,
Certain events have happened on the night of your birthday that you need to be informed about since I believe the Ministry will try to keep them from you in every way possible.
No more secrets
Albus
Nodding to himself he looked at the papers, his's indecision on whether or not to trust the Headmaster's promise was dented, but not destroyed. He looked at Hermione, hoping that she would read the news that he was supposed to be told about for him. Wordlessly, she picked up the paper on top of the stack, the Sunday Prophet, and, clearing her throat, she began to read out loud.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRY POTTER!
"On the night of July 31st the dozen Death Eaters that had been captured only a few weeks prior escaped. At the time the prizoners were being guarded by an elite team of Aurors.
At the estimated hour of 10:20 pm, an average of six well known Death Eaters, whom the Ministry has been after for months, irrupted into the fort of Azkaban accompanied by an army of Dementors. The Aurors managed to keep them back, almost forcing them into a retreat, when, misteriously, the prizoners were provided with their wands by another Death Eater who had remained in the shadow till that moment (many believe he may have been an unregistered Animagi). At a disadvantage, the Aurors were forced to retreat and escape, however, three of them received the Dementor's Kiss and are now lost.
Among the Auror ranks there were two casualties reported, and a full of thirteen of them is still in St Mungos in critical conditions. The Death Eaters suffered less losses, two gravely injured, and no deaths.
The Aurors were prepared for a breech attempt of the fort on the Death Eaters' part, as well as a special appearance from the Dementors, they did not, however, know that the prizoners' wands had not been broken. They had, instead, been kept in the safe that held the captives' possessions.
Surprisingly, the intruders were aware of this, and were also informed on the safe's opening charms and protective spells, making them able to retrieve the objects easily.
Upon further investigation it was discovered that, under order of a signed document from Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, the distruction of the condemned's wands had been strictly forbidden. The Minister will soon be interrogated on the matter, and, be his response not accepted, trialed before the Wizengamot, where is title, and his freedom, will be placed on the line. His entire staff denied the knowledge of such a document, making the Minister's position even more precarious.
However, as it is, most believe that the entire ordeal will reflect itself in much heavier terms on someone else. Evidently, it was not by chance that July 31st had been picked as the right day for breaching. The date coincided with Harry Potter's sixteenth birthday.
To prove that it was not left up to coincidence, in Bellatrix Lestrange's cell, on the cold stone wall, written in blood were the words: "Happy Birthday, Harry Potter! Enjoy your last."
To be continued.
Heheheheheh! The plot thickens! Yes, there IS a plot! Well, you know the drill, just tell me what you think and I'll love you forever ^_^.
Love
Pearl