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batsutousaiTitle: To Be A Woman
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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Hermione/Ginevra and Tom/Draco/Harry
Warnings: AU, Transsexualism, Slash, Fem-slash, Child Abuse(mild), Cross-dressing
Summary: Harry's known his whole life that he is different from his male cousin, but his relatives, who take care of him, did everything to hide it. When given a chance to live as he wishes, what will Harry do?
Disclaim Her: Hn. I need to make that fudge soon if it's gonna be ready for finals....
Feedback: Lovely, as long as you’ve read the author’s notes and don’t ask stupid questions. *glares at readers pointedly*
Chapter Eight: The Great Potter Mystery
"Did you know that we're being tailed?" Luna inquired as she and Harry stepped into the loud candy shop - Honeydukes.
Harry's expression tightened. "Yeah, I know." He'd known since they'd started being followed in the book shop. Weasley hair was always a dead giveaway, and three of the four redheads were wearing bright red hats or shirts. "They're not the best of stalkers, are they?"
Luna laughed faintly and Harry got the distinct impression that he didn't know anything at all about Luna - the girl couldn't be as out of it as she appeared. "No, they're not. But Tom Riddle isn't half bad." Definitely not that out of it.
"No, she's not," Harry agreed. "Should I go tell them off?"
"No. Let them think we're fooled," Luna suggested dreamily.
Harry grinned. "Of course."
"Chocolate lolly?"
"Don't mind if I do."
Harry and Luna spent a good twenty minutes in Honeydukes pointing out different candies and discussing what they'd get if they had any money.
"Let's go over to the toy store," Luna suddenly said while they were standing in front of a display of stuffed animals that were holding boxes of chocolate - 'Get your sweetheart something sweet for the holidays that she can cuddle long after you're gone!'
Harry blinked a few times. "Okay."
Luna and Harry wandered across the street to the local toy store, ignoring their five stalkers.
After only a few minutes worth of browsing the shelves of toys, Luna observed, "They've left."
Harry, who'd been admiring a baby doll - he'd wanted one for years - glanced around. "Wonder why?"
"Maybe they're meeting back up again with the others?" Luna suggested.
Harry glanced up at Luna. "You really are a Ravenclaw, aren’t you?"
Luna looked a million miles away. "That's the House I belong to, yes."
Harry shook his head, amused. "Want to go get some hot cocoa?"
Luna nodded. "I've heard that Madame Puddifoot's has the best cocoa in Hogsmeade."
"Isn't that the tea shop where all the couples go to kiss over coffee?" Harry replied suspiciously, recalling something he'd heard a couple of the upper-year Gryffindors talk about.
Luna smiled airily, though mischief danced in her blue eyes. "I like it when people think I'm headed for Hell."
Harry grinned, recalling how much fun it had been to disturb one of his Aunt Petunia's very religious friends the one and only time Petunia had invited one over. "Let's go, then."
-~/\~-
"Learn anything?" Gin asked as the group that had returned to Hogwarts fell into empty seats.
"Absolutely nothing," Blaise groaned, rubbing at her eyes.
"He gave us tea and biscuits, and then proceeded to tell us about a chess game that he'd lost ten years ago," Draco growled. "When we finally managed to ask him why You-Know-Who attacked the Potters, he told us that wasn't something we'd ever have to worry about Binns giving us a test on, so we needn’t concern ourselves with it. Then he sent us back to Hogsmeade to 'enjoy the first bites of winter'."
"I hate that man," Tom grumbled.
"We know," Hermione replied, looking slightly haggard.
"Did you lot learn anything?" Pansy inquired of those who had remained in Hogsmeade.
"Yeah. Harry prefers milk chocolate over dark and likes baby dolls," Tom replied sarcastically.
Hermione burst out laughing.
"You okay?" Gin asked, looking concerned. Tom looked a little miffed while everyone else was staring at Hermione as if she'd lost her marbles.
"Sorry," Hermione whispered, calming down. "Har's wanted a baby doll since the girl two doors down from her got one when we were seven. I thought she'd given up on that years ago."
"I guess not." Draco turned to look at Tom thoughtfully. "Show me the doll later. We'll get it for Harry for Christmas."
"We could get her some chocolates too," Tom agreed, also looking thoughtful.
"You two spoil her too much," Pansy said, amused.
"She deserves to be spoiled," Draco and Tom chorused.
"I can't believe I agree with a Malfoy about something," Ron grumbled, scowling at Draco.
"Feel free to disagree with me about something else to even it out," Draco shot back with a smirk. Tom kicked him under the table. "Tom!"
Tom smiled faintly. "Yes, Draco?"
"I'll get you later, you little bitch."
"Okay, stop it," Gin ordered. "None of us feel like listening to your latest argument."
"Hey! That's it!"
Everyone looked over at Hermione again as if she'd lost her mind.
"What are those looks for? No, never mind. Look, Har hates it when Tom and Draco fight, right?"
"Duh."
"Shut up, Blaise." Hermione grinned at all her friends. "If we can stage a serious fight between Tom and Draco when Harry's walking by, that should get her talking to at least Tom and Draco again, right?"
"Now I remember why we keep you around," Draco muttered, smirking when Hermione shot him a furious look.
"Oh, stop it," Pansy ordered, rolling her eyes. "Let's go find Harry."
-~/\~-
"What did you just call me?"
Harry's head shot around at the sound of Tom's angry voice. Luna paused beside him and observed the ground with quiet wonder.
"I called you a whore, you little bitch!"
"Guys, stop..."
"Shut up, Hermione!" Tom and Draco both shouted before returning their attention to each other.
"Hey, don't you tell 'Mione to shut up!" Gin jumped into the fray. None of Harry's friends seemed to have realized that they were drawing a crowd.
"I'll tell her what ever I feel like telling her. Why don’t you go back to your little shack where you belong, Gin?" Draco said nastily.
"Get over here, you bastard!" Ron stepped forward to protect Gin.
Harry grimaced as he noticed Fred and George narrowing their eyes at the Malfoy heir. "This won't end well."
"Might as well put an end to it, then," Luna suggested with a smile.
Harry glanced over at his new friend sadly. "Okay. I'll see you at dinner?"
"Of course." Luna waved, and then wandered off into the crowd, looking like her head was in the clouds.
Harry sighed, then headed for his friends. "Of all the stupid stunts you lot have pulled, this tops them," he informed his friends loudly. "If you don't stop pretending to fight right now, I'll never speak to any of you again."
"How'd you know?" Hermione asked as Harry's friends formed a small circle around him, looking quite at peace with one another.
"First off, neither Draco nor Tom is stupid enough to start a fight in the middle of Hogsmeade. Second, when Tom and Draco start going at one another's throats, everyone walks away and lets them attempt to kill each other, except me. And third off, Draco swore to me at the beginning of last month that he'd leave Gin and Tom alone about their money situations under threat of losing something precious." Harry glanced pointedly at Draco's crotch, making the other boy blush a bright red.
"It was Hermione's idea!" Draco said quickly.
"How did I know?" Harry rolled his eyes. "Forget it. I'm going back to Hogwarts to get some homework done before dinner. Anyone coming?"
"Of cours-" Tom started.
"Harry!"
Harry turned, blinking at his cousin in confusion while all of his friends narrowed their eyes. "Dudley?"
Dudley pursed his lips, then held out a leather wallet. "Here. Mum told me to give this to you if I saw you."
Harry took the wallet carefully. "What's in it?"
"Christmas money. It's from Aunt Lily and Uncle James' accounts," Dudley replied evenly. "According to Mum, your guardian is supposed to be giving you an allowance from that account monthly, starting on your eleventh birthday. Mum wasn't comfortable sending it through the mail, so she gave me that before I left."
Harry stuck the wallet in one of the pockets of his pants. "Thanks, Dudley."
Dudley shrugged. "Just tell your guards not to kill me and I'll call it even. Bye." He hurried off.
Harry looked up at Fred and George. "You heard him. No beating up on my cousin."
"Oh, fine," Fred grumbled. George looked rather put out.
"Are we still heading back to the school?" Draco asked carefully, noticing that Harry was looking over at the toy store.
Harry nodded. "Yeah." With one last look at the toy store, he led the way back to the other side of town, where the Hogwarts students and the St Anthogals students would split.
-~/\~-
Dumbledore stood at the Head Table once he was certain everyone was in the Great Hall for dinner. The chatter slowly died as everyone looked up at him. Once the Hall was silent, Dumbledore spoke, "I am proud to announce that the Christmas Ball will be held this year after all. Instead of having it here at Hogwarts, though, we've rented out a dance club in Edinburgh for December fourteenth. St Anthogals will also be joining us so you will have some dance partners.
"For now, the cooks have made us another fine feast, so eat up and be merry!" As Dumbledore sat down, a line of chefs came in through the side door of the Hall with platters piled with food, as usual.
"Now we'll have to go out and get dresses," Pansy sighed.
"I won't be going," Gin muttered, spearing some zucchini.
"Nonsense," Pansy shot Gin a firm look. "We'll all go shopping together and I'll pay for your dress."
"Pan, you really don't have to-"
"Of course we do," Draco cut in. "We're all going to show Chang up so she's well aware that she's not as pretty as she thinks she is."
"I thought we'd already established that fact," Tom remarked dryly.
"Of course we have. We just need her to understand that," Draco replied easily.
"You're hopeless, Draco." Blaise rolled her eyes.
"Miss Potter," Professor McGonagall stopped behind Harry's seat.
Harry glanced up. "Yes, ma'am?"
"When you're done with your dinner, the Headmaster would like a word with you in his office."
Harry nodded. "Of course."
Behind Harry's back, his friends all traded worried looks.
-~/\~-
"Ah, Harry!" Dumbledore looked ecstatic to see Harry again.
Harry smiled faintly and took a seat in the empty chair that sat before the Headmaster's desk. "What can I do for you, sir?" he asked softly.
"Two things, my dear child. First, I happen to know that there is a gown that your mother wore to her first Christmas Ball in your inheritance vault. It should fit you and I can certainly have it sent for, if you'd like."
Harry bit his lower lip. "Do you happen to remember what this dress looks like, sir?"
"I have a picture, actually," was Dumbledore's response before handing over a picture book that was open to a picture of Lily Evans wearing a red ball gown that poofed around the waist before flowing down to the floor.
Harry chewed on his lip and tried not to get emotional. His mum had never been fond of pictures, he knew, and there was only one in the Dursley household - it sat on the mantle in the living room between masses of portraits of Dudley. He hadn't been able to do anything more than stare at that picture, but perhaps... "Sir?"
"Yes, my child?" Dumbledore's eyes were sad as he watched the boy stare at the picture of his mother.
"Could I..." Harry paused and seemed to steel himself before continuing weakly. "Could I have this picture, sir?"
"Harry, child, look at the front cover of that book," Dumbledore suggested.
Harry closed the book and his eyes filled with tears. Written across the front was, 'Pictures of the Potters and Their Friends' and, beneath that, it stated, 'Property of Harry J Potter'. "...thank you, sir..." Harry whispered, hugging the book to his chest and wiping at his eyes.
Dumbledore leaned forward and held out a tissue to Harry, who accepted it quietly. "Call it a late birthday present, if you would. All of your parents' friends helped me put it together for you."
Harry just nodded - he had no words for what this meant to him.
"Would you like me to have that dress sent here?"
Harry nodded again.
"Very well." The Headmaster made a note on a pad of paper on his desk, then looked at Harry with a mixture of sadness and seriousness. "I'm afraid this next matter won’t be good news."
Harry took a deep breath, then glanced up at the Headmaster seriously. "What is it, Headmaster?"
"Some of your friends were up here earlier asking about why Voldemort attacked your family."
Harry's expression went blank and his voice, when he spoke again, was hollow. "I am not surprised."
Dumbledore nodded. "That was all."
Harry stood, clutching his newest possession to his chest. "Good night, sir."
"Good night, my child."
-~/\~-
"Har! What did the Headmaster want?" Hermione asked as Harry took his normal seat next to the fire in the group of chairs he and his friends had claimed in the beginning of the year.
Harry smiled faintly and turned his new book around so they could read the title. "The Headmaster got a bunch of pictures from my parents' old friends and put together a picture book for me."
"That's wonderful!" Gin exclaimed. The rest of their friends nodded in agreement, all smiling.
Harry hugged his book to his chest again and stood. "I'm going to turn in, I think," he reported. "It's been such a crazy day, you know?"
"Good night, Harry," the group chorused, all sounding relieved.
Harry smirked and decided to burst their bubble. "And, guys?" Harry looked over his shoulder at his friends, eyes hard. "Don't go to the Headmaster behind my back again." Then he stepped lightly up the stairs to his dorm.
The group of Slytherins and Gryffindors whom Harry had left behind turned to stare at one another.
"Well, shit," Tom whispered, voicing the whole group's thoughts.
-~/\~-
-~\/~-
A/N: Whuahaha!! More questions! Bow down before my evileness!!
I'll be using the doll maker to create pictures for Harry's scrapbook, which will then be posted on the site for this. You'll need to keep checking back, of course, since I'll probably be adding pictures whenever I get bored. *sheepish smile*
Read, review, and visit this fic's site for any basic questions.
~Bats
Chapters:
First 5 chapters on website.
6 - Intruding Nightmares ||| 7 - Luna Lovegood |||8 - The Great Potter Mystery
9 - The Scrapbook's Curse ||| 10 - What it Means to Be Wanted ||| 11 - Iona Gates
12 - Dresses & Partners
Discontinued
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Hermione/Ginevra and Tom/Draco/Harry
Warnings: AU, Transsexualism, Slash, Fem-slash, Child Abuse(mild), Cross-dressing
Summary: Harry's known his whole life that he is different from his male cousin, but his relatives, who take care of him, did everything to hide it. When given a chance to live as he wishes, what will Harry do?
Disclaim Her: Hn. I need to make that fudge soon if it's gonna be ready for finals....
Feedback: Lovely, as long as you’ve read the author’s notes and don’t ask stupid questions. *glares at readers pointedly*
"Did you know that we're being tailed?" Luna inquired as she and Harry stepped into the loud candy shop - Honeydukes.
Harry's expression tightened. "Yeah, I know." He'd known since they'd started being followed in the book shop. Weasley hair was always a dead giveaway, and three of the four redheads were wearing bright red hats or shirts. "They're not the best of stalkers, are they?"
Luna laughed faintly and Harry got the distinct impression that he didn't know anything at all about Luna - the girl couldn't be as out of it as she appeared. "No, they're not. But Tom Riddle isn't half bad." Definitely not that out of it.
"No, she's not," Harry agreed. "Should I go tell them off?"
"No. Let them think we're fooled," Luna suggested dreamily.
Harry grinned. "Of course."
"Chocolate lolly?"
"Don't mind if I do."
Harry and Luna spent a good twenty minutes in Honeydukes pointing out different candies and discussing what they'd get if they had any money.
"Let's go over to the toy store," Luna suddenly said while they were standing in front of a display of stuffed animals that were holding boxes of chocolate - 'Get your sweetheart something sweet for the holidays that she can cuddle long after you're gone!'
Harry blinked a few times. "Okay."
Luna and Harry wandered across the street to the local toy store, ignoring their five stalkers.
After only a few minutes worth of browsing the shelves of toys, Luna observed, "They've left."
Harry, who'd been admiring a baby doll - he'd wanted one for years - glanced around. "Wonder why?"
"Maybe they're meeting back up again with the others?" Luna suggested.
Harry glanced up at Luna. "You really are a Ravenclaw, aren’t you?"
Luna looked a million miles away. "That's the House I belong to, yes."
Harry shook his head, amused. "Want to go get some hot cocoa?"
Luna nodded. "I've heard that Madame Puddifoot's has the best cocoa in Hogsmeade."
"Isn't that the tea shop where all the couples go to kiss over coffee?" Harry replied suspiciously, recalling something he'd heard a couple of the upper-year Gryffindors talk about.
Luna smiled airily, though mischief danced in her blue eyes. "I like it when people think I'm headed for Hell."
Harry grinned, recalling how much fun it had been to disturb one of his Aunt Petunia's very religious friends the one and only time Petunia had invited one over. "Let's go, then."
"Learn anything?" Gin asked as the group that had returned to Hogwarts fell into empty seats.
"Absolutely nothing," Blaise groaned, rubbing at her eyes.
"He gave us tea and biscuits, and then proceeded to tell us about a chess game that he'd lost ten years ago," Draco growled. "When we finally managed to ask him why You-Know-Who attacked the Potters, he told us that wasn't something we'd ever have to worry about Binns giving us a test on, so we needn’t concern ourselves with it. Then he sent us back to Hogsmeade to 'enjoy the first bites of winter'."
"I hate that man," Tom grumbled.
"We know," Hermione replied, looking slightly haggard.
"Did you lot learn anything?" Pansy inquired of those who had remained in Hogsmeade.
"Yeah. Harry prefers milk chocolate over dark and likes baby dolls," Tom replied sarcastically.
Hermione burst out laughing.
"You okay?" Gin asked, looking concerned. Tom looked a little miffed while everyone else was staring at Hermione as if she'd lost her marbles.
"Sorry," Hermione whispered, calming down. "Har's wanted a baby doll since the girl two doors down from her got one when we were seven. I thought she'd given up on that years ago."
"I guess not." Draco turned to look at Tom thoughtfully. "Show me the doll later. We'll get it for Harry for Christmas."
"We could get her some chocolates too," Tom agreed, also looking thoughtful.
"You two spoil her too much," Pansy said, amused.
"She deserves to be spoiled," Draco and Tom chorused.
"I can't believe I agree with a Malfoy about something," Ron grumbled, scowling at Draco.
"Feel free to disagree with me about something else to even it out," Draco shot back with a smirk. Tom kicked him under the table. "Tom!"
Tom smiled faintly. "Yes, Draco?"
"I'll get you later, you little bitch."
"Okay, stop it," Gin ordered. "None of us feel like listening to your latest argument."
"Hey! That's it!"
Everyone looked over at Hermione again as if she'd lost her mind.
"What are those looks for? No, never mind. Look, Har hates it when Tom and Draco fight, right?"
"Duh."
"Shut up, Blaise." Hermione grinned at all her friends. "If we can stage a serious fight between Tom and Draco when Harry's walking by, that should get her talking to at least Tom and Draco again, right?"
"Now I remember why we keep you around," Draco muttered, smirking when Hermione shot him a furious look.
"Oh, stop it," Pansy ordered, rolling her eyes. "Let's go find Harry."
"What did you just call me?"
Harry's head shot around at the sound of Tom's angry voice. Luna paused beside him and observed the ground with quiet wonder.
"I called you a whore, you little bitch!"
"Guys, stop..."
"Shut up, Hermione!" Tom and Draco both shouted before returning their attention to each other.
"Hey, don't you tell 'Mione to shut up!" Gin jumped into the fray. None of Harry's friends seemed to have realized that they were drawing a crowd.
"I'll tell her what ever I feel like telling her. Why don’t you go back to your little shack where you belong, Gin?" Draco said nastily.
"Get over here, you bastard!" Ron stepped forward to protect Gin.
Harry grimaced as he noticed Fred and George narrowing their eyes at the Malfoy heir. "This won't end well."
"Might as well put an end to it, then," Luna suggested with a smile.
Harry glanced over at his new friend sadly. "Okay. I'll see you at dinner?"
"Of course." Luna waved, and then wandered off into the crowd, looking like her head was in the clouds.
Harry sighed, then headed for his friends. "Of all the stupid stunts you lot have pulled, this tops them," he informed his friends loudly. "If you don't stop pretending to fight right now, I'll never speak to any of you again."
"How'd you know?" Hermione asked as Harry's friends formed a small circle around him, looking quite at peace with one another.
"First off, neither Draco nor Tom is stupid enough to start a fight in the middle of Hogsmeade. Second, when Tom and Draco start going at one another's throats, everyone walks away and lets them attempt to kill each other, except me. And third off, Draco swore to me at the beginning of last month that he'd leave Gin and Tom alone about their money situations under threat of losing something precious." Harry glanced pointedly at Draco's crotch, making the other boy blush a bright red.
"It was Hermione's idea!" Draco said quickly.
"How did I know?" Harry rolled his eyes. "Forget it. I'm going back to Hogwarts to get some homework done before dinner. Anyone coming?"
"Of cours-" Tom started.
"Harry!"
Harry turned, blinking at his cousin in confusion while all of his friends narrowed their eyes. "Dudley?"
Dudley pursed his lips, then held out a leather wallet. "Here. Mum told me to give this to you if I saw you."
Harry took the wallet carefully. "What's in it?"
"Christmas money. It's from Aunt Lily and Uncle James' accounts," Dudley replied evenly. "According to Mum, your guardian is supposed to be giving you an allowance from that account monthly, starting on your eleventh birthday. Mum wasn't comfortable sending it through the mail, so she gave me that before I left."
Harry stuck the wallet in one of the pockets of his pants. "Thanks, Dudley."
Dudley shrugged. "Just tell your guards not to kill me and I'll call it even. Bye." He hurried off.
Harry looked up at Fred and George. "You heard him. No beating up on my cousin."
"Oh, fine," Fred grumbled. George looked rather put out.
"Are we still heading back to the school?" Draco asked carefully, noticing that Harry was looking over at the toy store.
Harry nodded. "Yeah." With one last look at the toy store, he led the way back to the other side of town, where the Hogwarts students and the St Anthogals students would split.
Dumbledore stood at the Head Table once he was certain everyone was in the Great Hall for dinner. The chatter slowly died as everyone looked up at him. Once the Hall was silent, Dumbledore spoke, "I am proud to announce that the Christmas Ball will be held this year after all. Instead of having it here at Hogwarts, though, we've rented out a dance club in Edinburgh for December fourteenth. St Anthogals will also be joining us so you will have some dance partners.
"For now, the cooks have made us another fine feast, so eat up and be merry!" As Dumbledore sat down, a line of chefs came in through the side door of the Hall with platters piled with food, as usual.
"Now we'll have to go out and get dresses," Pansy sighed.
"I won't be going," Gin muttered, spearing some zucchini.
"Nonsense," Pansy shot Gin a firm look. "We'll all go shopping together and I'll pay for your dress."
"Pan, you really don't have to-"
"Of course we do," Draco cut in. "We're all going to show Chang up so she's well aware that she's not as pretty as she thinks she is."
"I thought we'd already established that fact," Tom remarked dryly.
"Of course we have. We just need her to understand that," Draco replied easily.
"You're hopeless, Draco." Blaise rolled her eyes.
"Miss Potter," Professor McGonagall stopped behind Harry's seat.
Harry glanced up. "Yes, ma'am?"
"When you're done with your dinner, the Headmaster would like a word with you in his office."
Harry nodded. "Of course."
Behind Harry's back, his friends all traded worried looks.
"Ah, Harry!" Dumbledore looked ecstatic to see Harry again.
Harry smiled faintly and took a seat in the empty chair that sat before the Headmaster's desk. "What can I do for you, sir?" he asked softly.
"Two things, my dear child. First, I happen to know that there is a gown that your mother wore to her first Christmas Ball in your inheritance vault. It should fit you and I can certainly have it sent for, if you'd like."
Harry bit his lower lip. "Do you happen to remember what this dress looks like, sir?"
"I have a picture, actually," was Dumbledore's response before handing over a picture book that was open to a picture of Lily Evans wearing a red ball gown that poofed around the waist before flowing down to the floor.
Harry chewed on his lip and tried not to get emotional. His mum had never been fond of pictures, he knew, and there was only one in the Dursley household - it sat on the mantle in the living room between masses of portraits of Dudley. He hadn't been able to do anything more than stare at that picture, but perhaps... "Sir?"
"Yes, my child?" Dumbledore's eyes were sad as he watched the boy stare at the picture of his mother.
"Could I..." Harry paused and seemed to steel himself before continuing weakly. "Could I have this picture, sir?"
"Harry, child, look at the front cover of that book," Dumbledore suggested.
Harry closed the book and his eyes filled with tears. Written across the front was, 'Pictures of the Potters and Their Friends' and, beneath that, it stated, 'Property of Harry J Potter'. "...thank you, sir..." Harry whispered, hugging the book to his chest and wiping at his eyes.
Dumbledore leaned forward and held out a tissue to Harry, who accepted it quietly. "Call it a late birthday present, if you would. All of your parents' friends helped me put it together for you."
Harry just nodded - he had no words for what this meant to him.
"Would you like me to have that dress sent here?"
Harry nodded again.
"Very well." The Headmaster made a note on a pad of paper on his desk, then looked at Harry with a mixture of sadness and seriousness. "I'm afraid this next matter won’t be good news."
Harry took a deep breath, then glanced up at the Headmaster seriously. "What is it, Headmaster?"
"Some of your friends were up here earlier asking about why Voldemort attacked your family."
Harry's expression went blank and his voice, when he spoke again, was hollow. "I am not surprised."
Dumbledore nodded. "That was all."
Harry stood, clutching his newest possession to his chest. "Good night, sir."
"Good night, my child."
"Har! What did the Headmaster want?" Hermione asked as Harry took his normal seat next to the fire in the group of chairs he and his friends had claimed in the beginning of the year.
Harry smiled faintly and turned his new book around so they could read the title. "The Headmaster got a bunch of pictures from my parents' old friends and put together a picture book for me."
"That's wonderful!" Gin exclaimed. The rest of their friends nodded in agreement, all smiling.
Harry hugged his book to his chest again and stood. "I'm going to turn in, I think," he reported. "It's been such a crazy day, you know?"
"Good night, Harry," the group chorused, all sounding relieved.
Harry smirked and decided to burst their bubble. "And, guys?" Harry looked over his shoulder at his friends, eyes hard. "Don't go to the Headmaster behind my back again." Then he stepped lightly up the stairs to his dorm.
The group of Slytherins and Gryffindors whom Harry had left behind turned to stare at one another.
"Well, shit," Tom whispered, voicing the whole group's thoughts.
-~\/~-
A/N: Whuahaha!! More questions! Bow down before my evileness!!
I'll be using the doll maker to create pictures for Harry's scrapbook, which will then be posted on the site for this. You'll need to keep checking back, of course, since I'll probably be adding pictures whenever I get bored. *sheepish smile*
Read, review, and visit this fic's site for any basic questions.
~Bats
First 5 chapters on website.
6 - Intruding Nightmares ||| 7 - Luna Lovegood |||
9 - The Scrapbook's Curse ||| 10 - What it Means to Be Wanted ||| 11 - Iona Gates
12 - Dresses & Partners
Discontinued
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Date: 14/12/05 21:33 (UTC)no subject
Date: 14/12/05 21:58 (UTC)Wow, when you update, your really update dontcha?
Hope you get home safe and come update whenever...
Damn you for more questions though...
Floss
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Date: 14/12/05 22:04 (UTC)where you found time to write during finals totally escapes me....
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Date: 15/12/05 23:16 (UTC)