Exactly, it was totally unplanned which makes it even more ironic, don't ya think?
Glad you liked the update

great post! off to read Last Christmas!
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Tara

OOooo...does she like him...hmm...something is definatly up...hmm...i think cody should become good. He sounds hott. lol..Great, fantastic job! PAMS!!!

Aww! I love this...showing a much more gentler side of Cody...kinda like Jake with his Dr. Jekyll and MR. Hyde thing going on!xD

this is such a sweet chapter...last few sentences made me laugh!

I like cody in this chapter it even made me smile.Can't wait for the next post.Merry Late Christmas.
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Ok, things get more interesting
This'll make more sense with the next chapter or two as well. Lupin is kinda O.O.C, I'm aware.

FLASHBACK TIME! (just felt like adding that). After this flashback, chapters after this will have more information that involve flashbacks also... so this is the start.

Enjoy xD

Chapter 14
An Awkward Re-acquaintance

The next day, I rode the train with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. After the day-long ride, which was oddly enough both boring yet interesting, we finally made it to King’s Cross Station. We were greeted by two people I confidently assumed were the Weasley parents. Around them were some other people I hadn’t a clue who they were. One I did know, though, was the Auror Mad-Eye Moody. His ‘mad eye’ flicked around everywhere, and then fell on me. I tried not to recoil. Next to the auror was a young woman with short, bubble gum pink hair. There were two others behind them, but I couldn’t see who they were.

“You’ve grown again!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed first thing. She hurried over to Ron and pulled him into a tight hug.

“Mum... choking...” Ron gasped for breath, and his mother let go. She hugged Ginny, but not as hard.

I heard him mutter, “Yeah, you don’t try to kill her. How sexist...”

Everyone became acquainted with everyone else and looked at me.

“We’ve heard all about you from Ronald,” Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. “Deanne Lyon?”

I nodded. She took me by surprise by pulling me into a hug. I felt her flinch against my icy skin, and freed me moments later.

“Did you hang off the edge of the train?” she joked. “I was surprised the snow wasn’t coming down in icicles, it’s so cold out there!”

I quickly became acquainted with the others. As soon as I was, we were led through the Station quickly and into a bunch of cars. They drove us, swerving every which way at high speeds, until we were out in the middle of nowhere. It was then that we started flying to our destination. It felt like short moments that we were up high until we finally landed on the ground outside of a tall, teetering building with a pig’s pen.

“The Burrow,” Harry whispered into my ear before it could be said. “Home for the next two weeks.”

“Hermione’s coming here on the 28th,” Ron added. “So you won’t be stuck with Ginny the entire time.”

“Oi!” Ginny exclaimed from the front seat.

“You stole my seat; you get what you deserve,” Ron retorted indignantly.

“You can’t run worth your life!” Ginny countered. “If you got here faster, you would’ve got it. Besides, you could’ve Apparated, but you were stupid enough to forget.”

“That’s not new, is it?” Harry added, smiling. Ron leaned forward to give Harry a cold glare. He merely smiled back innocently.

“So... does everyone stay here? Like the rest of the Order...”

“For the day, sometimes overnight but that’s rare,” Harry responded as he opened the door. I followed him out his side.

“So who else is there?”

“Well there’s... well you’ll see them.” Harry said as I followed him to the door. He opened it and let me pass through first, and then he followed. The kitchen was packed with people, half I knew and the others I didn’t. Within moments, everyone was silent.

A smell suddenly hit my nose. I could recognize it from anywhere; it was the strong scent of a dog... a werewolf. Why didn’t they tell me someone in the Order was a werewolf? It’s not something you would normally keep secret if you’re going to visit one, that’s for sure. I scanned the group of people, trying to locate the smell, all the while smiling warily.

“Hello,” Harry said, still by my side.

A chorus of ‘how was your semester?’ and ‘how’s McGonagall handling Hogwarts?’ questions hit us like wildfire.

“And who’re you?”

I looked up and saw a man with dark hair, highlighted with grey step forward slightly. His dark eyes seemed weary, making him appear much older than he was really was. His voice was rather quiet, not as hard or assertive as the others’.

“Deanne... Lyon,” I responded, stuttering momentarily. There was something about him...

“You didn’t read any of the letters, Remus? For goodness sake, they were left on the table for a reason!” Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

“I figured they were private,” ‘Remus’ responded. He turned back to me and said. “Lupin works to.”

I breathed in again. The scent was stronger. He held out a hand, and trying to hide wariness, I shook it. He didn’t flinch like the others had.

“Cold outside, isn’t it?” he commented casually.

I shrugged in response, and subtly itched the side of my forehead. As I brought my hand up, I inhaled and nearly gagged – it smelled like a dirty, wild dog. Memories began to come back...

Snarling encased the screaming around me. As much as I wanted to kill the creature, I withheld, waiting for it to attack me. His black eyes were hard on me, teeth bared. His body was rigid, as if ready to pounce in the way a vampire would on their prey. As I tried to back away, he kept moving forward, seemingly determined to not let me leave. What’s his problem; it’s not like I meant to come here.

He pounced.

The battle was a blur... even if it only lasted two seconds. He managed to scratch me up with his claws, but someone pulled him off of me and threw him towards the nearest tree. The werewolf, Lupin, howled in pain and scampered off. Looking up, I saw who my saviour was.

That damned Cody.

The awkward silence grew. I couldn’t take the silence, or the scent.

“So... where am I staying exactly?” I asked.

As soon as I spoke, Harry and Ron thankfully summoned my things and led me up the steep, winding stairs. By the time we made it up, the two were panting for breath. They realized I wasn’t and looked at me, amazed.

“What...?” I asked warily.

“That... climb and... you aren’t tired...?” Ron panted. “You’re... insane.”

I smiled. I bit back my response and instead said, “Which room?”

Harry summoned my things once more and they brought me to a room down the left-hand hall and into the second door.

“Here you are,” Ron said, now breathing deeply. “Remember, three landings, left on the 4th, second door. Ginny is directly across from you, and I’m four doors down from her.”

“And I’m on a spare bed in Ron’s room,” Harry added, seeming to have caught his breath.

“When Hermione arrives she’ll either share a room with you or Gin. Depends on room...”

“I’d suggest Ginny, I never sleep anyways,” I responded. “Depends on how much space you need though. Who else is staying?”

“Bill and Phl... Fleur,” Ron corrected, shivering at the name. “Maybe Charlie...”

“No bets on Pe...”

“Never speak his name,” Ron growled, taking Harry aback. “Saying that name is just as bad as saying You-Know-Who’s name under this roof nowadays. I’ve referred to him as You-Know-Damn-Well-Who, but mum nearly beat me to death when she heard that.”

“You wonder why?” I asked, starting to laugh.

“Yeah, who’d want to have a son being compared to Volde...?”

Ron’s angry glare shut Harry up. I looked at him, surprised. Only one other dared to speak the Dark Lord’s name, and he was dead. What made Harry so bold as to say His name?

“Yeah,” Harry said instead. He then turned to me and said, “Well... yeah, unpack.” He then pulled Ron out of the room, and I listened to them walk across the hall.

Wow have just caught up with your story again and I love it! Keep up the excellent story. Sorry to take so long to post.

PAMS
Mel

Quote:

I’ve referred to him as You-Know-Damn-Well-Who

ha. ron...that made me LAUGH. IT WAS REALLY GOOOD....and Lupin...gur. thats gonna cause some...uproar.

*Kate*

great post twinneh!
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That had me cracking up.Ron is just so funny.Wow that flash back was interesting.Can't wait for more.
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Heateher

bwahahaha! go Ron!:wppt: beat up that idiot brother of yours...I won't tell your mum, promise!

that was a cool chapter...and again, you have left me wondering why Lupin was chasing Dee in the first place...

ok, long post here.
More hints dropped... even though you all pretty much figure you know by now.
And I had to make Lupin meaner, so he’s a little more OOC in this chapter.

P.S: Title... plain as it may be, relates to the entire chapter. Parts of this chapter will show up later on btw.


Chapter 15
Lupin’s Talk

I lounged around in the room I was given for a few hours, reading books I had brought. I never had gotten bored, actually, even with not being able to sleep for awhile. Flipping the page in my book, I heard the door knock. I recognized the scent of dog; Lupin.

“What?”

“Can I come in?”

“Why?”

“I want to tell you something.”

“Go ahead.”

“Not through the door.”

I got the impression that Lupin was more of a passive... creature. I had never imagined how his voice would sound when he was determined with authority.
“Look...” I started to say.

“You know me as much as I know you. Who else does?”

That got me.

“Fine, come in. No promises, though.”

The door slowly creaked open, and his scent hit me like an ocean wave. I took in a breath and didn’t breathe.

“Your smell isn’t as pleasant either,” Lupin reminded me.

“I can choose not to breathe. Can you?”

He smiled and shut my door. Now I was on guard; what was so important that he had to shut the door? To make it so that no one could hear if something bad would happen? My eyes followed Lupin warily as he pulled the chair from the desk and sat in the middle of the room, looking at me.

“What’re you doing here?” he finally asked.

“I don’t know; what are you doing here?” I countered.

“I’ll disregard that,” Lupin said passively. “Did your master send you?”

“I don’t work for the Dark Lord,” I growled, spitting the name.

“Only his followers refer to him as that,” Lupin reminded me. I glared.

“It’s not my fault my parents are his followers,” I snapped back.

“Then what are you?”

“You made it clear you know. Why aren’t you blackmailing me as well?”

“Who’s blackmailing you?” Lupin asked, attentive.

“Why do you care?”

Lupin sighed lightly. “Look, I’m at least trying to be civil. It wouldn’t hurt for you to attempt it.”

I glared at him suspiciously.

“Enemies... kind to each other? What has the world come to?” I said dramatically, rolling my eyes.

“If I wasn’t who I can be, would you consider me your enemy?” Lupin pointed out.

“That doesn’t make any difference,” I snapped.

“You’re ignoring my question.”

“I wouldn’t know you if...”

“Why not?” Lupin cut in, curious.

“If my blackmailer hadn’t been... rash, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Is your blackmailer the one that left me with a scar on my right shoulder?” Lupin pushed.

Damn it! Can the wolf read minds too?

“Maybe.”

He gave me a condescending look.

“I didn’t choose this any more than you chose your life,” I pointed out, fighting myself to be civil. “I didn’t choose to find him,” I growled the word. “Either. If he hadn’t have found me, I wouldn’t have been pushed across the continent. Hogwarts was my last resort, and he still followed me here. He’s already threatened to reveal my... problem, and it’s barely been 3 months. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t be in this mess. I’d be back in Switzerland, living a normal life as some senior.”

To my surprise, Lupin seemed to be listening.

“I’m honestly surprised you haven’t killed him yet. But considering...” he started.

“Don’t get started, I already had that flashback,” I cut in. “Because of that incident, I left Scotland for here.”

Lupin didn’t look apologetic, that’s for sure.

“How do you handle being around everyone else with your problem?” he asked curiously.

“I’ve mastered self-control.” I emphasized the word.

“Something ‘us wolves’ can’t,” Lupin responded, his tone still calm as he smiled. “I nearly killed a friend because of what happens after transformation.”
I winced. I never like talking about werewolves; it was twice as hard now since I was actually talking to one.

“Nearly?” I realized.

“He was an animagus... a dog ironically enough.” I rolled my eyes at the dry joke. “He pushed me off and I hurt him fairly bad, but didn’t kill. Nearly killed Harry and Hermione too because they were there; he was trying to protect them.”

“What happened to your friend?”

“He’s dead.”

I saw the pain in Lupin’s eyes as he said it. I then thought about it, and started to place it together.

“Did your friend relate to Harry in 3rd year?”

“He told you about his adventures in Hogsmeade, didn’t he?”

I nodded, inching to the opposite side of the bed. It felt uncomfortable not to breathe – it went against my natural instincts even if I didn’t need to - but it was better than taking in the scent Lupin gave off. I stopped when he started to speak.

“What’d he tell you?”

“Just how he nearly got caught, how he got in...”

“Not why he wasn’t allowed, right?” Lupin injected quietly.

If I didn’t have enhanced hearing, I wouldn’t have heard him. I nodded.

“Why was he so resistant about it?”

“It pains him to remember. Sirius Black was a friend of mine and his father’s. He was Harry’s godfather. When one of our friends, Pettigrew, betrayed his parents, Sirius went after him. The coward cut off a finger and transformed into his animagus form and ran off, eventually living as the Weasley rat Scabbers for 12 years. Sirius then had to hide because it was believed he killed Pettigrew and was a loyal Death Eater.

“In Harry’s 3rd year, Sirius escaped Azkaban. It was believed he was going out to search and kill Harry to get revenge for ‘his master’. As a result, Harry couldn’t go anywhere; he was a prisoner in Hogwarts until he came upon a map...”

“The Marauder’s Map...” I recalled.

“Yes. He used the map to get around Hogwarts when he shouldn’t have; it showed him the location of every person on the Hogwarts grounds and passageways. I confiscated it for the remainder of that year when I found out and thought he was putting his life in jeopardy for some freedom.

“You see, two years ago, Harry was seeing things in dreams...”

“Through the snake’s eyes?” I added, knowing Lupin was wary about mentioning it.

“Yes, through the eyes of Nagini. It was found out by You-Know-Who, and he planted images in Harry’s dreams of him torturing Sirius in the Ministry. Harry acted on this... in a rather rash way.”

I would’ve glared at this small take-down, but I felt I had to follow the story.
“He gathered a few students of Dumbledore’s Army, a group of students resisting changes in the school at that time, and flew to the Ministry. They found the Hall of Prophecy, a place he had apparently been dreaming about for months. He found his prophecy, but he didn’t hear it all until the Death Eaters came.

“They fought and were chased into a room. Within this room, there was a veil. It is unknown what the veil truly holds, but we know for sure that once you pass through it, you either come out as a ghost or die.

“Sirius was among us. He was battling his cousin, Bellatrix.”

Lestrange... The name suited her, she was very strange indeed.

“They fought for a long while until she sent a Stunning spell at him. It hit Sirius in the heart. He fell backwards and through the veil. He didn’t come out.” Lupin sounded very dark when he spoke this. “Harry’s been... a bit different ever since the experience. I don’t blame him, in all honestly. He lost his parents to You-Know-You, and they were betrayed by a friend they thought they trusted. His muggle life was... iffy, but it was better than nothing, despite how much he loathed to admit it. His aunt loved him enough to take him in, but not truly show love the way a parent normally would. The last person he had left was a man he had never known and was in danger just being around him because of being wanted by every witch and wizard that didn’t know the truth. He has taken too long to get over it though... he can’t seem to move on enough to talk about it.”

I listened, intent. As soon as the silence built, I remembered I was technically being held here by Lupin, and I put my guard up again. How could I be so stupid and let it drop? And in front of a werewolf, for Merlin’s sake!

“Now I’ve lost my train of thought...” Lupin muttered. I knew he didn’t intend for me to hear. Naturally, I decided to rub that in his face.

“You do know I can hear you as clear as a bell?”

Lupin’s eyes caught mine, and I recoiled slightly.

“When do you plan on telling anybody?”

“As long as I can put it off. If it works out, I won’t be telling anyone ever.”

“Won’t they notice when you don’t age? Or have a real birthday for that matter?”

I glared irritably at the weary-looking man. Wolves always have to make things difficult...

“Why do you care about me? Enemies aren’t exactly supposed to be... how did you say it? Civil to one another? I mean, look at Harry and Draco!”

He flinched faintly at the remark, but ignored what he didn’t want to hear.
“I care about Harry’s welfare as well as his friends’. He speaks highly of you in every letter he’d send, and I can only guess what he intends.”

“Not like he’s going to be able to...”

“It’s more that you’re not going to be able to,” Lupin corrected. “I can tell you still do have self-control, but how much? How long will it take to crack? And he also spoke that you had a tendency to linger about with a certain son of a strong, loyal Death Eater.”

“Look, they all take it the wrong way...”

“Because of who you are, you entrance them. They’re blinded by beauty, but it only goes so deep.”

“Into the body of a girl without a heart...” I muttered, sighing.

“I never said you don’t have a heart,” Lupin pointed out, forcing me to look at him again. “How would you describe a heart? An organ that pumps blood through a human body, or the complex emotions of anyone and anything?”
I grumbled wordlessly and rolled my eyes.

“You should tell them,” Lupin repeated.

“Why do you think I’m here?” I finally snapped. “If someone hadn’t told people about me, I wouldn’t be here. Harry knows I have a secret, and he says no matter how horrible it is, he’ll be there. Every person I know that knew I had a secret said that, and they were the ones that shunned me, refused to acknowledge my existence, sometimes bully me if they were bold enough. If it wasn’t for people not being able to accept me, I wouldn’t be here, like I said.”

“People are different,” was all Lupin responded with a shrug.

I opened my mouth to respond, but stopped dead, realizing something.

“Wh... I don’t need another parental lecture. Why’re you even here?”

“For one thing, to tell you that you should inform people about yourself,” Lupin said, shrugging. “And that if you’re that unwilling, at least act like you don’t hate me, which will be hard for you by the look of it, but for all everyone else knows... you just singled me out to hate. To them, you have no right reason to dislike me.”

I glared at him coldly.

“And to also tell you not to kill the Weasley’s pig, they’re rather attached to that creature and would prefer to keep it alive,” Lupin concluded.

“Why would I kill a pig? They taste sickening anyways,” I said disdainfully.

“Chickens?”

“They have... I won’t.”

“And don’t even think about...”

“Why do you think I live off of animals?” I cut in, knowing what he was about to say. Lupin just smiled faintly.

“How will you handle being around Bill?”

“Who?”

“Ron’s older brother. He got bitten by Fenrir. Surely you know him.”

I shuddered at the memories of Fenrir. He was much, much worse than Lupin, I could say that easily.

“It was between the moon cycles, so he bit Bill when he was still more human than normal. Bill has a... keen interest in rare meats as a result, especially bloodied meat.”

I swore in my head; this would be a problem, and Lupin knew it too well. Damn all werewolves!

“And for that matter, they’d want you at the Christmas dinner. What will be your excuse? ‘I’m not hungry’, while you’re thinking about how the turkey got killed?”

I growled. Now he got that image stuck in my head. I’ve been told Lupin was a kind man and read and heard about him, but how sadistic he was about my problems was just plain... sadistic! He was now chuckling at my expense, for crying out loud!

“You should tell them before your blackmailer does,” Lupin said. Finally, he got up and headed for the door. He opened it and added, “Remember that.” He then left my room.

And the images of me killing a turkey are still stuck in my mind.

great!
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XOXO,
Tara

WOW!A civilized talk between thoes two was a shocker.Great post.
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hmm...interesting.VERY interesting...I LIKE IT.

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*Kate*

ooo..very good very good. it's getting very interesting. sorry it took so long for me to reply to them. but that way i got to read two chapters at once PAMS PAMS PAMS! they were so good. couldn't stop reading them. i think she should tell harry. they need to hook up too. I think harry really really likes her. yeah..i decided for you that they're going to hook up. hope you don't mind lol. love that part about ron not saying percy's real name. that was friggin hilarious. lol..keep up the fantastic work!
~Chelsea

LMAO!

Yes, Dee...kill the tuuurrrkkeeyyyy....

Love this chapter! informative and has a splash of fun too! I actually like how you portrayed Lupin here. I think that Lupin would act that way if ever this happened. can't wait for the rest!

New Reader....

Great story.....hmmm....can't wait for more

PAMS!!!

~Caity~

bleh, sorry for not updating. I just wait a few days to see if any new peeps comment but when I remember I finally should update it's a week or two later
Anyways yeah, finals are coming up and then next semester is on Feb. 1st and I have the most insane schedule ever (I'm meeting up with people that want to take out the person that decided to make the schedules so horribly).
So soon it MIGHT be longer waits. Pathetic tho because I have this story done... months ago. I just post now. It might be that way for the sequel depending on when that gets up.

Yeah, sorry for not updating in forever

P.S: I have yet another story idea so you MIGHT see that one up eventually. It'll be called All You Wanted, obviously Sa16+ (song by Michelle Branch... old song, played on the radio in like, 2001 but it's perfect for this Draco/OC, purely that and no trio in it as main characters and whatnot, idea I had)

Here's the update long overdue (so much for having this one up by Christmas...). It's split in half cause it's so long

Chapter 16
Is Harry Catching On?

Over the next few days, a nagging sensation of yearning hung with me. I kept seeing Draco in my daydreams, his sweet scent mixed with the smell of... either deodorant or cologne, I hadn’t bothered to ask, was overpowering. He was chasing me, which felt very out of place to me. It was then that he would disappear, and it was then that I would go back and find him dead, Cody lingering over his body.

“I’m all you have now.”

“Harry...”

Cody gave me a look that explained everything.

“No...”

“I told you I’d do anything to have you.”

Then he would advance, and just he would reach out to grab me, I would come back to reality. I knew I couldn’t ever sleep... but I never though I could daydream, in all honestly.

The dreaded day came quicker than I ever imagined; Christmas Day. The present exchanging was fun, but when dinner came, I didn’t have much of a lie ready. I did have a plan though...



“Gather around everyone! The turkey’s been cooking all day and I’ve been stuck and left alone in here.” Mrs. Weasley glared at Ron, Ginny, and Charlie, who looked away from their mother, attempting to chat to make it appear as if they hadn’t heard. “So enjoy!”

She summoned the turkey and it was made the centerpiece of the table. The turkey, stuffing, vegetables, cranberry jelly, potatoes... so much food to go around. I never would’ve imagined it would be possible for the Weasleys to do such an elaborate dinner, it was clear they couldn’t afford much (and they made that clear to me too). Politely, I did put food on my plate, but only tiny bits. My plate was stacked full of food by the time everything went around. I watched everyone eat and chat happily amongst each other. All I did was join in conversation, keeping my plate in front of me as a prop.

“Deanne, dear, aren’t you hungry?” Mrs. Weasley asked when she noticed my plate was still full compared to the others.

“Not really,” I responded.

“Have you tried it?”

“It smells delicious,” I said, lying completely. I never liked the smell of anything cooked. “But I’m just not hungry tonight.”

“You haven’t tried anything,” Tonks inputted. I looked at her, and then Lupin, who sat next to her. He was a good actor, I had to admit; he looked just as surprised as everyone else did at this sudden scene.

“Neither has Bill,” I said suddenly, remembering he was still sitting at the table, his plate perfectly clean.

“Ee got too full on zee meat,” Fleur said, defending her husband.

“What meat?” I asked, trying to appear surprised. I succeeded clearly enough.
“Ee dooze not like ze ‘normal’ meat, and I don’t blame eem, zis turkey ees so dry compared to...”

“He has an acquired taste for rare meat,” Mr. Weasley said loudly before Fleur could finish.

“What kind of meat?” I asked him, looking down the table at the scarred face of Bill Weasley.

“Dragon meat is really good, especially with some...”

“He likes the expensive kinds,” Mrs. Weasley cut in after she finished the last of the food on her plate.

“Blood?” I finished. People still eating stopped, and Mrs. Weasley looked at me with an angry flame in her eyes. I was curious about Bill’s choice in meat; he had pretty good taste so far.

“Yeah.”

“Do you like the blood on every meat, or just...?”

“That new garden looks beautiful! I was looking for the gnome that tipped the tree by the fence behind the house and I noticed the flowers. Love the colours, Molly,” Mr. Weasley said suddenly. I got the idea and shut up for as long as I could.

“Thank you, finally someone takes notice.”

“I noticed,” Tonks piped up. “I just know how you can be about things being made public within the house.” She then got up.

“Where’re you going?” Mrs. Weasley asked worriedly.

“Just going to get another cup of tea. This one’s gone cold on me before I could drink it. And I’m full, so I may as well put the plate away while I’m at it.”
Mrs. Weasley’s face was on the brink of terrified as Tonks walked away with the china tea cup and her empty matching china plate. It was a disaster waiting to happen. Sudden clattering got Mrs. Weasley up and out of the room so fast, she was gone before anyone could blink.

“I’m so sorry!” we heard Tonks say loudly from the kitchen. “I thought you pulled them out of this cabinet...”

“I pulled the wine cups out of there!”

A horrified expression overcame Mr. Weasley’s face when he realized Molly was talking about the crystal wine glasses at the top corner of the place-mat. He left as quickly as his wife did moments before.

“Hey Ron, want another helping?”

My plate was already gone from in front of me before I finished my sentence. I looked to the red-head next to me and saw him stuffing his face entirely; his mouth had a ring of mashed potatoes and gravy around it.

“You have teeth, don't you?" I asked flatly.

Ron rolled his eyes and kept swallowing and sucking in food. To everyone’s shock, he never gagged or choked once.

I sat in the bedroom that night, reading a book I had gotten as a gift. Thankfully no one cared that I was awake, they were used to it by now. I thought about the evening, thankful that Lupin hadn’t said or done anything to indicate what my true reasoning was.

When this thought hit me, I realized it had been awhile since I did have anything to fill me. Quietly putting my book down and marking my page, I swiftly tip-toed down the hall. As I was about to go down the stairs, I heard a noise; someone was getting out of bed.

Looking straight down the hall, I saw a door slowly open. I couldn’t see who was leaving, but since it was a dark figure, I assumed it was Harry.

“Wut’re you doin?” he asked, yawning as he finished.

“Forgot something downstairs,” I responded, shrugging.

“At 4 in de mornin’? Wut’re you doin’ at dis hour?”

“Does it really matter?” I said.

“You should be sleepin...”

“We’ve been through that, Harry,” I sighed.

“Yeah, yeah...” he started to turn around, but turned back again and said, “When I’m more awake, can we talk?”

“What about?”

“Can we?” he repeated.

“Why not now? You’re waking up more,” I pointed out, smiling innocently.

“Not really...”

I quickly pulled out my wand and did a wordless Lumos. Harry cringed at the sudden light and yawned. Thankfully he was wearing full pyjamas.

“Fine, I’m up...”

I smiled. Harry closed the door to Ron’s room quietly.

“Can I ask you something? I just want to know I’m jumping to conclusions or something...”

“Go ahead...” I responded warily.

“Do you hate Lupin?”

I did my best to keep a straight expression, only wincing inwardly at the memory of Remus Lupin.

“What makes you think that?”

“I heard bits of your conversation with him a few days ago.”

Anger flamed in my eyes. I saw a look of confusion on Harry’s face; my fury had shown for barely a split-second, just enough time for him to think it was merely his eyes playing tricks on him.

“What’d you hear?”

“The way he was talking about your secret, I’m assuming he knows...”

I nodded. Harry looked surprised.

“Why does he know and I don’t?”

“He figured it out quickly enough a long time ago,” I responded with a shrug. I tried to remain vague about describing the conversation.

“Did he know you before you came here?”

Unfortunately.

“He has a good memory; I met him once,” I responded simply.

“How?”

I was silent. There was no way I’d tell him about that now, and lying can’t be used all the time.

“Ok...” Harry said softly, his tone wary. “What was this about not having a heart?”

I managed to keep my face unreadable, staying silent.

“Dee...”

“Don’t call me that,” I growled. He knew I hated the name.

“What makes you think you don’t have a heart? You hang out with Slytherins and still remain who you are; that’s more than enough proof.”

I inwardly sighed. Sometimes Harry’s attempts at jokes were a bit too much.

“Do you want to know about my private conversations?” I said after a few moments of silence.

Harry opened his mouth to respond, but shut it within moments. I slowly shook my head.

“I can’t believe you...” I turned onto the stairs and quietly ran down each step. I heard Harry try to keep up, but I went so fast he had to stop. I left The Burrow and headed into the surrounding forest. As I walked under the shadows of the trees, the moonlight of a crescent moon shining over me, I smelled a familiar scent in the air. Spinning around, I heard a twig crack.

“Who’s there?” I called rather quietly. If it was who I imagined it to be... I swear! “Don’t be a coward.”

A pale face poked out from behind a tree.

“I told you...” I started to snarl.

“Before you try to kill me, I’d like to point out I didn’t follow you,” Cody cut in, still behind the tree. I left when everyone did and I’ve been just around the countryside ever since.”

“And you managed to land here of all places?” I snapped back pointedly, looking at him skeptically.

“The place that you’re at is protected by many spells; it’s not like I can get through anyways.” I could tell Cody shrugged behind the thick tree trunk.

“Did my scent suddenly stop?” I asked, smiling in a sickeningly sweet way.

“I fought the urge to follow it. You should be proud of me.”

I held a straight face for a moment, but I couldn’t help but break into a chuckle. I managed to stop after a few moments and was able to comment, “Did you stay in the area once you found my scent?”

Cody didn’t respond. My expression lit as I began to smirk.

“Have you been in this area?” he asked me.

“Maybe...”

Cody scoffed and finally stepped out from behind the tree.

“Why do you think I’m in this one forest out of the others around wherever you’re at?”

I thought about it. I then realized something; Cody had actually listened to me. Out of all the times he could’ve actually listened to me, he chose now. Well, it’s better than nothing but still, he stayed away, even if it was borderline ignoring by still being so close, but I didn’t care; he actually left me alone when I asked him!

“Why are you really here?” I finally asked, sighing.

“Don’t you remember what I said the last time you asked me that?

The memory came to me clearly as soon as he reminded me.

Dawn loomed in the sky as a sliver of the sun poked above the horizon. I, being unable to sleep, sat on a fallen log by the shore of the Mediterranean Sea. I was thinking about why I ended up in Spain, having originally started in Switzerland. Why did it have to be me? It’s always me; I’m always the one singled out to be different.

His sweet, enticing scent hit me strongly, like a wrecking ball smashing into my face.

“Go away,” I snarled.

“Are you ok?”

“Not anymore.”

There was a long silence, and as the awkwardness grew, He broke it and spoke. “Why come here of all places?”

“You tell me to leave you, so I do. You come find me, and you’ve left your family, your ethics... and you’ve lost yourself in it all. You’ve chased me here, and you think I’m ok with that?”

“I never said that,” Cody pointed out. I could sense he was barely feet behind me.

“Then why are you really here?” I asked, finally daring to look over my shoulder. Cody didn’t respond at first.

“You. You’re the reason I’m here.”

“You don’t get the hint I don’t want you here?”

“I’m aware of that, but I can’t just stay away.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you.”

The image of his face disappeared from my mind, and I came back to reality looking into his black, golden specked eyes. I saw that somewhere, deep within the mask of mystery and hate, was passion. A passion that drove him to follow me, a passion that was determined to keep me within his reach... the passion he had before he lost himself all those years ago. It was the most vital thing that the Dark Lord had stolen from him. When I thought that, I realized; had he really? Had the Dark Lord really taken all the ardor Cody ever had?

It was then that a song came to my head. I never understood it, but now I finally got it.

On the way down
I saw you
And you saved me from myself
And I won't forget the way you loved me
On the way down
I almost fell right through
But I held onto you...

“Why’re you out here?” Cody asked me, breaking into my thoughts.

I blanked for a moment; why was I out here? I looked back at him and remembered.

“You can guess easily enough. I find it difficult to live in the same house as a man that is half a werewolf that loves rare, bloodied meat.”

I noticed Cody winced sympathetically. What had me going to The Burrow done to him? Why was he so different suddenly?

“Living with werewolves now?”

“Remember the one that attacked me back in Scotland?”

Anger clouded his eyes as he nodded.

“He’s part of the Order.”

“The Order? The Order of the Phoenix? You’re living with them?” he asked, astounded. “Why do they have a dog among them?” He spat the word as if it was poisonous.

“I don’t know,” I responded with a shrug. I saw a rabbit scamper into the bushes, and I said, “I’ll... see you later; I’m going for a walk.”

He knew what I meant. With that said, he disappeared among the trees, stealthily prowling about to leave me be. Throughout my ‘walk’ I was preoccupied with unwanted memories.


I was listening to a song as I was doing the ending and it influenced how it went. I also realized it really suited Cody as a character so I included it.

The song: On The Way Down by Ryan Cabrera

I'm like three quarters from finishing my exams so I sorta know how you feel.I loved this chapter it xplained so much to me anyways.Can't wait for the next chapter.
PAMS
~*<3*~
Heather

Hey!
This story's amazing! I'm pretty sure I know the secret too... seeing as I've read the twilight series a few times ... it's amazing!

PAMS!!!!!!!!!

~Ange-Aimée~

great twinneh!
But I must say...all this Harry and Cody talk has me missing Draco...
I hope they like, go back to school or something, and see him...
you know I love Draco!
PAMS!! PAMSOID!!
XOXO,
Tara

hahaa....LOVEDD IT! and yeah. twas good, as usual! haha!

<3

PAMMSSS!

*Kate*

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I hope they like, go back to school or something, and see him...

Next chapter. Remember what I said about the next chapter (ch. 17)?

Glad you all liked the update! My exam week is from the 28th to the 31st (not even a full week... ) and I only have two exams, one on the first day and one on the last, so I shall update between that time by latest!