Harry Potter and the Nymph’s Song

Harry Potter and the Nymph’s Song (2/?) By Selena and Taiorami

A/N: Chase and Brennan won’t be sorted with the younger kids because…the people have to make the rooms larger and need more time?

Harry Potter was, by all outward appearances, a perfectly normal, though short and quite thin, fourteen almost fifteen-year-old boy. Messy black hair that never laid straight, the brightest green eyes anyone had ever seen, if you’ve ever meet him you understand what that means, and pale skin. Though there was that scar on his forehead, which was shaped like a lightning bolt of all things, but lots of people had scars.

But Harry wasn’t a perfectly normal child, no matter where you put him and what you did, he just couldn’t be normal, which was ironic. Everyone else wanted to stand out and be different, noticed and he just wanted to fade into the fabled woodwork and be forgotten about for a little while.

But more importantly then Harry’s desire to be normal was the fact that he was a wizard. Most people would laugh at that, but that’s because they’re ignorant Muggles, and what more can you expect from them? But Harry was a wizard, and on the road to becoming a strong one at that, right down to the wand and the pointed hat he wore on occasion.

He had seen hundreds of spells cast over the past four years and had learned quite a few as well, though there were a few he hoped never to use. Spells that could put a person under your control, spells that could make a grown man cry out in pain, and a spell that could kill without leaving any marks or signs of how it happened.

It was safe to say that these things were not helping in his quest to be a normal teenager. But he was slowly learning to deal with everything in his life; bad good and even that confusing gray are in between. He was learning that over time even the most horrible of memories started to fade and that even the darkest events in life can be gotten over.

He guessed that was true anyway, there was always the strong possibility he was dead wrong.

But, whatever the secrets of life and not dying along the way happened to be, he was willing to take it one crisis at a time. And he had a major one at the moment.

“Excuse me, did you say you’re going to visit Aunt Marge?” He asked, trying to get the attention of his far too excited to be visiting that giant…well never mind, family.

His uncle, Vernon Dursley, looked at him like he had forgotten Harry was even there. “Yes, boy, we are. Is there a problem with that?”

Harry’s mouth dropped open in shock. They could not make him, he refused to get anywhere near that woman’s house without some kind of fight. “She hates me!”

“Margie did always have the best taste in people.” Vernon said distractedly. His aunt, Petunia Dursley, his mother’s sister, looked down her long pointed nose at him.

“You don’t think we’re taking you do you?” She asked, smiling thinly. “After what happened last time?”

Harry tried not to grin too much at the memory. Shortly before his third year Aunt Marge had come over for dinner or a visit or something, he had to admit he didn’t care which, and had gotten properly pissed then had seen fit to insult his mother. Which may have set Harry off and caused him to blow her up like a hot air balloon, but she had been asking for it. It might not have been the best course of action, any other time he would have been expelled from Hogwarts and…well he didn’t know what would happen after that, but since everyone had thought there was a killer out to get him, he hadn’t been punished.

But if he had, it would have been worth it.

But, even if he didn’t want to go with them, they couldn’t just leave him here could they? No, that was kind of against the law wasn’t it? If someone found out it would surely ruin their reputation for being the perfectly normal people they liked to pretend they were. Harry hoped they weren’t what normal was or else he would have to rethink his goals.

“So what are you doing with me?”

Aunt Petunia’s smile grew a little bit. “Mrs. Figg has been kind enough to agree to letting you spend the rest of the summer with her. She said her nephew will take you to the train station when you leave to go to that school of yours.”

“But but but but.” Harry sputtered senselessly. He’d rather deal with Aunt Marge’s dogs for the next five weeks then have to stay with Mrs. Figg and listen to her blather on about her cats. “No!”

“Well, maybe next time you’ll think before you go blowing people up.” Uncle Vernon said, large face red with delight. Harry frowned.

“But she deserved it.”

Uncle Vernon’s expression changed dramatically and Harry gulped. “I will not have you talk about my sister that way!”

Harry crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at his aunt. “But you would let her talk about my mum that way?”

“Because your mother and that husband of hers were good for nothings, abnormal ones, unnatural with their magic and creatures and such.” Vernon boomed, making Harry’s ears ring. “And you’re just the same, mark my words, you’ll-”

“Never amount to anything and get myself blown up.” Harry finished rolling his eyes. “I know, I know.” He pushed back his chair and stood up. “I’d rather stay with Mrs. Figg then you people anyway.”

In the end it was true. So Mrs. Figg had a cat obsession and her house smelled, he supposed it could be worse. At least she was nice, feed him regularly, had never locked him up, and didn’t ask him to do unreasonable chores because she was bored.

“We’ll be leaving to pick up Dudley at four, be ready to get going.” Uncle Vernon shouted after him. Harry stopped and laughed humorlessly.

Of course they were leaving today, like they would tell him in advance so that he could find away out of all of this. Not that there was a way out, but they were making sure he’d be miserable. If he was at Mrs. Figg’s it was most unlikely that he could owl the Weasleys and hope they could get him out of it. Mrs. Figg didn’t know anything about the wizarding world and probably wouldn’t take kindly to a family popping out of her fireplace.

But after what happened last school year he couldn’t leave Privet Drive until the new term started, or at least that’s what Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, had told him. Mrs. Weasley had tried to argue with the man but Harry had gotten an owl form his best friend Ron Weasley saying that he was unquestionably stuck there for the time being. Lucky him.

He made short work of packing everything into his trunk, which the Dursley’s were letting him keep in his room this year, for some reason or another. He wasn’t sure, but he thought it was because it was cluttering up the cupboard he used to sleep in. It didn’t matter much to him why they had done it, it just meant he didn’t have to sneak his stuff out of his trunk to do his summer homework this summer.

He frowned and looked at his empty owl cage. He had sent Hedwig, his snowy white owl, with a letter to his godfather close to a week ago and he shouldn’t have been worried, since he didn’t know where the man was and he could very well have been more then a week away, but that didn’t keep the sick heavy feeling out of his stomach.

It was only one o’clock and he had nothing to do for the next three hours. He shuffled over to his bed and laid down. He had been doing this a lot lately, sleeping when there was nothing to be done, and then feeling tired when he woke up which only lead to more sleeping.

But it was either sleep or think, and he wasn’t in the mood for any serious thinking at the moment, so sleep won out once again. He set his glasses aside and closed his eyes.

It was sometime later when the sounds of his cousin Dudley throwing yet another tantrum woke him up. And things had been peaceful for a change too. Dudley had spent the past week at his friend’s house and Harry had been quite content with the arrangement, but all good things must end. Harry knew about that type of thing all too well.

He sighed and reached for his glasses. He put them on and looked around then yelped. There was a man standing in the doorway, with a somewhat annoyed look on his face.

“Who are you?” Harry asked, moving backwards.

“William.” The man replied, standing up straight. “I’m supposed to take you to Aunt Arabella.” Harry blinked at him. William rolled his eyes. “Your aunt let me in, but you were asleep and I was wondering if I should wake you or not. Well, get your stuff, I haven’t got all day.” Hell, he hadn’t even wanted to be here to begin with, he was no ones baby-sitter.

Harry still looked a little confused but got up anyway. He glanced at his trunk, which was far to heavy to carry on his own. William followed his gaze then sighed. He walked over and grabbed one side then motioned for Harry to get the other. Harry did and the two of them navigated the trunk out of the room and safely, not counting when Harry accidentally rammed it into William’s stomach, to the front door. Aunt Petunia was standing there, a very wide and fake smile plastered one her face. She was holding a plate with tinfoil wrapped over it.

“Give this to your aunt, Will, and tell her thank you again us. We don’t know what we would do without her.”

‘Own up to your responsibility? Treat me decently?’ Harry asked silently. Him, bitter and disgruntled. Obviously. But he digressed.

William graced her with a smile every bit as fake as her own, but with less effort, so it resembled a grimace of pain. Or, Harry reasoned, maybe it was a grimace at the thought of eating whatever his aunt had cooked. Because she didn’t…cook that was. Harry did most of the actual stuff, since she was incapable of doing more then boiling water.

“Thank you Mrs. Dursley.” He said taking the plate delicately, either afraid to drop it, or afraid to touch it, Harry wasn’t sure which. He set it on top of the trunk then faced his aunt again. “I’m sure your nephew and I will have a great time.”

Uncle Vernon chortled nastily. William’s eye twitched and he rolled his eyes. Harry covered up a laugh with a cough, catching the young mans attention. He quirked an eyebrow then went back to smiling.

“He’s nothing but trouble William, believe me. If he bothers you or your aunt just give him a good whack on the hide and take away his dinner.” Uncle Vernon said, smiling as if he had said something very important and secret, as if Harry weren’t standing right there. William nodded then picked up his end of the trunk.

“I’ll remember that.” He looked at Harry. “Come on kid.”

It wasn’t a long walk, since Mrs. Figg only lived across the street from Harry’s family, but the boy did notice that his aunt and uncle were already loading bags into their car. He wondered idly while William opened the door, if they had any idea that he disliked them as much as they hated him. He guessed they didn’t, but at the same time, they didn’t really think he could enjoy their company, could they?

William raised an eyebrow at the boy who was still watching his pitiful excuse for a family. “Hey, Aunt Arabella should be in the kitchen, go take that,” He motioned to the plate. “To her and I’ll get this thing upstairs.”

Harry nodded and picked up the plate then walked down the hall to where he knew the kitchen was. Oddly enough the house smelled more or less normal, kind of like lemons, and he had yet to see one cat streak past him. It was strange in a not strange way. If that actually made sense.

He walked into the kitchen and Mrs. Figg standing next to the stove, stirring something in a pot. Her long brown and silver streaked hair was done in a tight braid and her brow was furrowed in concentration. Harry stood there, not sure if he should say anything or just put down the plate and go find out where William was putting his stuff and if the man needed help with it or not. Before he could make a decision the woman turned around and looked at him, quickly taking him in.

“Harry, how are you?”

“I’m fine Mrs. Figg.”

She pursed her lips. “Is that aunt of yours feeding you properly?”

‘Nope.’ He thought, but didn’t say it loud. “Yes Mrs. Figg.”

“Wonderful.” She took the plate and set it on the counter. “I know just the person to give these to. In the meantime, make yourself a snack, but don’t fill up before dinner. I want you to look presentable young man, I’m having guest over and I won’t have raggedy little boys at my dinner table, understand?”

“Uh hu.” She turned and raised an eyebrow and he corrected himself hurriedly. “Yes Mrs. Figg.”

He fixed himself a sandwich and ate silently, watching as the older women hurried around the room, adding things to her pot and mixing, glancing in a nearby book and muttering things under her breath every so often. If there was one thing he liked about Mrs. Figg it was the fact that she could cook and cook very well. That was sure to be an upside for the next few weeks. He was not going to go hungry.

When he was done he slunk out silently so not to disturb her and walked down to her study. This was one of the few places in the house that he was allowed to go to no matter what, because Mrs. Figg encouraged him to read and she had a large collection to choose from.

He walked in to find William sitting in a chair, wire rim glasses balancing on his nose dangerously, while he poured over a large and kind of dusty book. He didn’t look up when Harry walked in and gave no sign that he knew or cared that the boy was in there. Harry stared, once again not sure how to handle this before walking over to one of the book cases and picking up a book then sitting on the windowsill to read.

He was soon rather engrossed in the book, something about the cynical tone of the book made him want to know how it turned out, and he didn’t notice that William watched him for a good five minutes before leaving and coming back close to thirty minutes later.

He was still reading when the sky began to turn a pinkish orange color around seven o’clock and might have kept going had someone not spoken to him.

“Interesting book?”

Harry all but dropped it onto the floor at the startling familiar voice. His shock only grew when he saw who was standing in front of him with a giant grin on his face. His godfather, Sirius Black, who shouldn’t have been anywhere but laying low, was looking at him expectantly.

“Sirius…what’re you doing here?”

The man laughed. “Came to see how you were doing…mostly. Well, get up, I would like to eat.”

“There’s the shock of the century.” Another person commented and Harry looked around Sirius to see Remus Lupin standing in the doorway looking amused. Remus raised a hand in greeting then returned his attention to Sirius. “Like you didn’t just eat a plate of rock hard cookies.”

Harry blinked, eyes wide. “You ate those things? And you lived?” Sirius nodded.

“Impressed?”

Harry cracked a grin. “Even Dudley won’t eat those things.” Which was saying a lot since Dudley could, would, and usually did, eat anything he could get his sausage like fingers on. Not that it was a lot these days, since his aunt and uncle had finally grown a little backbone and were sticking with the diet they had had him on since last summer.

“I find that hard to believe.” Mrs. Figg said, walking by with a bowl in hand. “Hurry up boys before the young ones eat it all. William, hurry up!”

“Yes Aunt Arabella.” William muttered, trailing after the woman, looking sullen.

“You know Mrs. Figg?” Harry asked, amusement giving way to surprise.

“She was only the best Potions teacher Hogwarts has ever had.” Remus said, smiling some.

“You flatter me Remus.” Mrs. Figg hurried past again. “Even if it is true. I still can’t believe they gave my job to Snape. Scaring the poor kids into learning, of all the ideas.”

“If it works.” Remus pointed out then blinked at the look she gave him. “I’m not saying it’s a good idea, but the first years I taught barely paid attention to a word I said, but in his class no one says a word.”

“They’re afraid he’ll poison them.” Harry put in. “When he had us brewing antidotes he said that he might slip something into our drinks to test us on them.”

“I wouldn’t put it past him.” Mrs. Figg muttered.

Remus snorted then started in the direction of the dining room while Mrs. Figg headed back into the kitchen. Sirius and Harry followed Remus and Harry found that the room looked the same as he remembered. Large with deep red walls, which matched the curtains hanging over the glass doors which lead into the back yard. All of the furniture was cheery wood and gleamed like it was newly waxed. The table was large and round with nine tables seat around it. The table had been completely set except for the silverware which was being floated over the table by William.

The blond glanced at them, finished his task, then took a seat. Harry sat down as well, Sirius and Remus taking the seats on either side of him. Harry glanced at William who flashed him a small smile. So he was a wizard too. Why had no one felt the urge to tell Harry these things before hand? He hated being the last one to know stuff, that was part of the reason he was always in so much trouble all of the time.

“Who else is coming?” Harry asked. Remus frowned thoughtfully.

“You wouldn’t like it if I told you.”

“I don’t think he’ll like it either way.” A oily voice commented dryly. Harry turned and saw three of the people he hadn’t expected nor wanted to see anytime soon. Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin who had nothing better to do with his time then annoy the hell out of Harry and his friends, his father, Lucius Malfoy, who looked like an older version on Draco and apparently encouraged his behavior, and Severus Snape. Snape was the only person his hatred for was even close to what he felt for Voldemort. The dark haired man went out of his way to get Harry in trouble, mock him, and all around did anything to make his day horrible.

Frankly he thought the man needed a new hobby.

“You’re here.” Mrs. Figg observed, pushing past them. “Wonderful. Where’s Vare?” She glanced at Snape to clarify who she was speaking to.

“Do I look like his baby-sitter?” Snape asked, black eyes cold. Harry frowned. Remus and Sirius had said that Mrs. Figg had been their teacher so she had been Snape’s as well, but he obviously had little, if any, respect for her.

“Yes.” She paused. “Are you wet?”

Snape blinked then looked rolled his eyes. “No, I just look that way.”

“Don’t patronize her.” A voice came from somewhere, followed by a towel, which hit Snape in the back of the head. “Oops. Sorry.”

“I’m sure.” Snape muttered, pushing the wet hair on his forehead back.

“Why don’t you just use a spell.” Harry said without thinking. Snape fixed a unpleasant look on him.

“Brilliant Mr. Potter, I wonder why I didn’t think of that.” Harry flushed and sunk low in his seat.

“You are such a prick.”

“You’re observations continue to astound me Vector.”

A young man, he looked about William’s age, walked out of the hallway and raised an eyebrow at Snape, humor dancing in his dark brown eyes. “I learned everything from you.”

“Vare, if you and your boyfriend are done.” Mrs. Figg said, looking at Snape pointedly. Snape glared and Vector sighed.

“For the hundredth time this summer, if you’re going to imply that we’re sleeping together, at least be kind enough to make the effort and come up with something to back it up.”

That must have been the end of that because Vector took the seat next to William, Snape sat next to him. Draco sat next to Snape and across from Harry, his father sitting next to him. Mrs. Figg sat down between Lucius and Sirius. The meal began and other then a few nasty looks across the table it continued in total silence.

Snape looked sideways at Vector who was pushing his food around on his plate and looking a little sick. Not that Snape was surprised, the younger man hardly ate anything and it showed. He was practically anorexic, as Snape had said on more then one occasion. All he got in reply was a nasty look and a long stream of words he couldn’t repeat in the present company.

“Are you planning to stare at me all night?” Vector muttered, not looking up from his plate.

“And if I am?” Snape asked, looking away. Vector looked up, brow furrowing.

“Figg would finally have that evidence I make such a big deal about.”

“May she use it wisely.”

Harry looked between the two of them. He was going to go out on a limb and assume that this was the Professor Vector that Hermione went on and on about all of that time, but he didn’t get the connection between him and Snape. He was sure there had to be one for Mrs. Figg to say something like that, unless she really didn’t like either of them. They were talking quietly, he could see their lips moving, but neither one seemed to particularly like the other.

He looked away, feeling eyes on him, and meet the steady ice cold gaze of the other boy at the table. Draco’s stormy gray eyes were like chips of ice, holding almost no emotion and reflecting the light perfectly. Harry managed to hold his gaze for a little bit then had to look away, whatever Draco was hiding behind his eyes was a little too intense fore Harry.

“Not to rush this.” Lucius said finally fed up with the false civility everyone was being forced to display. “But what did Dumbledore want us to do here?”

Mrs. Figg sighed and nodded. “I suppose this is as good a time as any. I’m sure everyone knows everyone and the purpose they serve, right?”

Harry started to speak but Lucius beat him to the punch. “What, if you don’t mind, is the purpose of having my son and the Potter boy here?”

“You know the saying, the youth have all the luck?” Vector smirked. “We figure if they die then we’re really and truly screwed.” Snape coughed and looked away, but Harry was wiling to swear he was smiling.

“Vare, if you have nothing constructive to add, leave.” Mrs. Figg said, frowning sternly.

Vector chuckled and leaned back in his chair. “So sorry. By all means, continue.”

“Draco and Harry are here because, whether any of you like it or not, they will be on the same side of this fight, so they might as well learn to get along.” Mrs. Figg fixed a glare on both boys. “So this petty rivalry from your parents day is over with. Understand?”

“Yes.” They said at the same time then looked at each other. However they did refrain from speaking and thus insulting the other.

“Good. Now, Vare, if you can us how things are looking with the Muggles-”

“Uh…well…you aren’t going to like it.”

“It‘s bad enough we have to work with you, can‘t you at least do your job? Or are you having problems?” Lucius asked, voice even. Draco winced and looked at the ground. He wasn’t going to argue with his father obviously, but there were times when the man was most annoying. Truthfully Professor Vector was one of his favorite teachers, but it might have been because of Snape’s influence on the younger man.

“Hey Lucius, why don’t you-” Vector began but Snape glared at him warningly. “In that case, I’ll be brief about my useless contribution. The Death Eater murders are officially going on around the world and the Muggles are getting suspicious, since when ever someone dies there is a mysterious puff of smoke in the sky. We can’t perform memory charms on all of them and if it keeps up at this pace things are going to get that much harder.” He frowned. “The more powerful governments already have people on it all around, its only a matter of time before things get exposed if something doesn’t happen quick.”

He licked his bottom lip then leaned forward, setting the front legs of his chair on the ground with a thud. “Basically, unless you want us magically retarded Muggles to come after you with a few thousand troops carrying very big guns, I’d figure out a way to cover this up. But since I‘m just a Muggle-born, feel free to ignore me.” He folded his arms over his chest and looked at the ground, apparently done for the time being.

Mrs. Figg blinked, slightly taken aback by how offended Vector sounded, but she recovered quickly. “Lucius, Snape, can either of you tell us what the Dark Lord might have planned?”

“Not yet.” Snape said carefully. “After everything that’s happened we have to work our way back up in rank.”

“However.” Lucius continued. “We know he’s trying to gain numbers and is trying to get more followers, and is succeeding. The numbers have gone from under twenty to upwards of a hundred.”

“Fantastic.” Came the bitter reply. “Sirius, Remus, anything to add?”

Remus nodded. “Hagrid and Madam Maxime have returned from their task. They are somewhat successful, but we aren’t too sure if our new allies are to be trusted, yet.” He glanced at Sirius who smiled slightly.

“I’ve talked to the people we know are with us.” Sirius looked sideways at Harry. “Arthur and Percy Weasley are working at the Ministry to gain Dumbledore more support, but the last I heard it wasn’t going to well. Fudge is set against acknowledging that Vol-err- the Dark Lord has risen again.”

Mrs. Figg snorted. “That man never was terribly bright. Well, William?”

William rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I’ve petitioned with the Head of Student Services and Teaching, but they don’t want to grant me the power to do anything more then what’s always been done. At this rate we’ll be going over the most dangerous Witches and Wizards, as opposed to me teaching how defend themselves against those people. Not that I care whether or not I have permission to do what I intend to do anyway, but I don’t want the school in trouble because I hexed some kid.”

“I hear they are testy about that.” Vector said, humor returning to his voice. “But you have a point. For example, Sixth years in Severus classes will be learning healing potions the first half of the year, but that’s hardly helpful if you’ve been captured by Death Eaters. And as much as I love teaching, what the hell is Arithmancy going to do? Most of the kids think its an easy period and couldn’t predict an atom bomb dropping on their heads if they could see it in the sky.”

“Atom bomb?” Lucius quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s a Muggle weapon.” Snape said. “It was used to blow up entire cities and kill millions.”

“Basically.” Vector agreed. “That’s hardly to important phrase in that sentence though. The point is, how the fuck are we going to teach a bunch of kids who can’t even remember the Dark Lord or what it was like, and because of that brush it off as something their parents were afraid of, if we can’t do anything?”

“I don’t think all children think that way.” Harry said suddenly then blushed. Why was he talking? Where had those words come from? And why was Vector looking at him like that?

“No, not all. Not you and your friends, you all know, you’ve seen it for yourselves. I was fourteen when the Lord was defeated and up until a few months ago I couldn’t have cared less what was going on with him. Then somebody who shall remain nameless, Sev, thought I’d be a good addition to this little group. But trust me, even with the death that’s going on, parents won’t believe it and neither will their kids.”

“Oh.” Harry squeaked, the spark of…life and anger in the black man’s eyes sending that infamous Gryffindor courage out the window. There was something in there that scared the hell out of him.

“You’re scaring him.” Snape whispered. Vector coughed to cover up his laughter.

“Well, I had to get my point across. And I still learned it from you.”

“That was…most…enlightening, Vare.” Mrs. Figg said, suddenly feeling sorry for all of the students at Hogwarts.

Vector shrugged and looked up at the clock on the wall. He was officially done for the night, he had nothing else to add to this conversation. There was a long silence, broken by a pained hiss from the younger Malfoy, whose hand went to his arm. Then he stopped and looked around, managing to look paler then he normally did. Snape and Lucius exchanged wary looks.

“I do believe we’re being summoned.” Lucius said finally. “Come on, Draco.” Draco stood up, glancing at Harry, who’s eyes had gone wide as awareness hit him. Draco’s arm had burned, because Voldemort was calling them, so there had to be a dark mark there. Draco looked away, but Harry didn’t miss the sudden flood of shame in his eyes.

Snape stood up as did Vector. Snape shook his head. “Sit down.”

“Do I look like your dog?” Vector’s eyebrow went up.

“Vare.” Mrs. Figg said warningly.

“Please, don’t call me that.” Vector sighed. “You’re fighting a losing battle and you know it. If Severus is going then I’m going.”

“You’re insane.” Lucius said, eyes glinting with an odd kind of humor. “And then you’ll be dead.”

“I’ll adapt.” Vector said easily. Snape looked him in the eye and Vector just stared back steadily. Then Snape smiled, a genuine smile devoid of mocking and sarcasm. Vector blinked. “I know I just won, so why do I feel like I lost?”

“You’re smarter then you look?” Snape guessed.

Lucius put a hand on his son’s shoulder then drew his wand. There was a pop and the spot formally occupied by them was empty. Snape touched Vector’s shoulder then, switching back to his usual emotionless look, focused on where they were going.

Harry blinked and they were gone. But… “Vector’s Muggle-born?”

“Professor Vector.” Remus corrected. “And yes he is. And yes, he just went to meet the Dark Lord face to face with Snape. And yes, he is insane.”

“Stupid boy.” Mrs. Figg said, shaking her head sadly. “He’s one of the best teachers around and now he’s going to get himself killed over Snape.”

Next Chapter: Look mom, I’m a Death Eater, that hurt, where there’s smoke, and finally, it’s September.