HP: MAGICAL LIFE CHAPTER 25 (Patreon)

Chapter 25

FAY DUNBAR

Fay walked into her room in the carriage and found Fleur crouched down beside her bed as she was trying to reach for something under it.

“What happened?” she found herself asking. Though it seemed that Fleur was startled by her voice as she suddenly bumped her head on the bed’s side in trying to look up.

“Ouch!” Fleur screamed as she held the side of her head and gave Fay a small glare.

“Did you really have to do that?” she complained, making Fay shake her head.

“Don’t blame me for your carelessness. Plus, what are you even doing down there?” Fay retaliated for she had done nothing wrong. Though it seems Fleur did not think so, evident from the small glare she was still receiving. Fay just resigned herself as she raised her hands.

“Alright, alright. I apologize,” she said as she walked towards Fleur and sat beside her, and gave her friend a small hug.

“Though, can you now please tell me what you were doing down there?” she questioned once more. Fleur suddenly frowned as she looked towards her with an accusatory gaze.

“Don’t play coy with me? I know what you have done?” and Fay was perplexed by the accusations.

“What are you talking about? What have I done?” Fay questioned. Fleur simply gave her a stare and simply shook her head.

“Come on, don’t play dumb with me. Edward has already told me about it. You can drop the act now," and all this was still not making any sense to Fay as she simply got up while shaking her head.

“I don’t know what you are talking about, and dear, I haven’t talked to your boyfriend for days,” though it seemed that Fleur still did not believe her and was still looking at her with a narrowed gaze. Fay was getting tired over this.

“Can you stop being so cryptic and tell me what’s wrong?” she asked, and Fleur simply pointed at her bed.

“Are you sure you don’t know what’s hidden underneath my bed?” Fleur asked, and Fay shook her head.

“Of course not, and why would I….” and then suddenly it all made sense.

“Oh, so this what it’s all about,” she said as she looked at Fleur with a small smile and added.

“Well, I swear o had nothing to do with your boyfriend’s plans, but now you have got me intrigued, so tell me, what is it?” she asked, and Fleur leaned on the floor once more as she reached for something under her bed.

“I don’t know. I was just trying to get it out when you came in,” Fleur replied as she finally got a hold of it.

“GOT IT!” she said as she slid out a box from underneath it. A very luxurious box, from what Fay could tell.

“Oh, this is gonna be nice,” Fay said as Fleur straightened up and finally got a hold of the box. Fleur then looked at the leather box and looked towards her.

“What do you think is in it?” Fleur asked her, and Fay simply shrugged.

“Well, open it up,” Fay replied as she got down on the floor to sit beside Fleur. Fleur opened the lid of the box, her eyes going wide as she spotted the contents of it. Besides her, Fay’s reaction was much more animated.

“DAMN! It seems your little boyfriend is not holding back,” Fay said as she looked up towards her friend’s face and could see her surprise as well, with a single thought running inside her head.

It seems my acting skills are quite good. As she laughed internally for having fooled her dear little friend.

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SIRIUS BLACK

Sirius Black had often dreamt of this day. Dreamt how he would celebrate this special day, on how he would spend the whole day partying and getting drunk and reliving his teenage dream. Yet it was nothing like this. Sirius simply stood in front of a grave. A newly built one amongst a myriad of older ones in their family’s private graveyard.

“Sirius, it’s been enough time,” came the voice of his old friend. Lupin had come to meet him when he had heard the news about his freedom. Yet even meeting lupin had not elevated Sirius’s spirit as he had thought.

Sirius gave the name on the grave a final look before turning to face his friend.

~REGULUS ARCTURUS BLACK~

~ The greatest resistance is often

the most silent~

“Yeah, let’s go back,” Sirius said as he joined Lupin as they began to walk towards the estate.

“You shouldn’t blame yourself this much, Sirius. Those were tough times,” Lupin said, and Sirius could understand his friend’s sentiment, but that didn’t mean he agreed with it. He should have tried. He should have listened to Regulus that night.

He should have given him a chance.

“Has Andy figured something out about the tapestry?” Sirius suddenly asked, and Moony simply nodded.

“Yeah, your cousin was still looking at the books when I came out. Though I don’t know whether she has figured something out or not,” Sirius frowned at this as they both entered the house.

“Andy!” he called out. A reply came from the library.

“In here,” Sirius walked towards the library and found Andromeda looking at a book with a narrowed gaze.

“So, have you figured something out,” he asked her, and she gave him a nod.

“Yeah, it seems that your guess was right. There is another way to make the tapestry work though I believe the results will not be perfect,” she replied as she passed him the book she was reading. Sirius simply gave her a stare.

“Do you think if I were into reading, I would have asked for your help?” he joked, making her roll her eyes as she snatched it back from him.

“God! How did you even pass the NEWTS with that attitude,” she complained, and Sirius just smirked as he replied.

“With my dashing looks,” and he posed confidently, making Lupin chuckle behind him as well. Andromeda did not find it funny as he did and simply got on with her explanation.

“As I was saying, the tapestry can still give an indication as to Regulus’s child though it will only give us a face and the nature of the relationship, neither the name nor location of the said progeny,” and Sirius nodded at this. At least this was something, a small lead.

“Do we have some of his blood?” he asked her, and Andy gave him a forlorn nod.

“Yeah, we do,” and Sirius then began to walk towards the drawing room as he spoke.

“Well, then bring it here. Let’s do this,” he said as he walked up to the huge family tapestry once more. He passed his hand over the burnt parts having his and Andromeda’s name.

“Perhaps I should have it restored,” he muttered.

“Well, you could. After all, everything belongs to you now,” said Andy from behind as she passed Sirius a silver vial. Sirius held it up and removed the cap, and looked towards his cousin for instructions, who simply shook her head.

“Three drops on Regulus’s face should be enough,” and Sirius nodded as he gingerly placed his mouth over Regulus’s face and tilted the vial. Three drops of blood came out and reddened the tapestry.

Sirius handed the vial back to Andromeda and frowned as he stared at the unchanging tapestry. The blood began was soaked up by it, yet there seemed to be no change.

“So did it work?” questioned Moony in what Sirius would call his nerdy voice. He was probably fascinated by this piece of magic though it seems it was not working, given he spotted no change whatsoever in the family tree.

“It seems not,” Sirius said, a bit miffed about this, and began to walk away.

“Why, though? The grimoire was quite clear about this?” questioned Andy as she reopened the book leaving only Lupin to stare at the unchanging wall.

“Well, it was probably the work of one of our poncy ancestors as he thought about fooling us all. They might have just put it there to show th....” but Sirius would stop mid-sentence.

“IT’S CHANGING! SIRIUS! It’s CHANGING,” Lupin suddenly shouted, making Sirus rush back towards the ancient tapestry.

And it was. Sirius watched with a quickening pace as Regulus’s face glowed for a second as the branch extending from his face extended and coiled around a new entity as a new date appeared on the tapestry.

“September 1979! They might be at Hogwarts then!” Sirius exclaimed as the picture began to clear up. A portrait began to form, and Sirius would find it quite familiar, and as more and more of the features were detailed out, his heart beat faster and faster. That frizzy hair and that freckled face with characteristic dark eyes.

Sirius had seen that face. And he was not the only one, as Lupin would mutter in disbelief beside him.

“IMPOSSIBLE! This has to be impossible!” yet it seemed highly unlikely. And Sirius’s suspicion was proven right as he stared at the very familiar face with a thumping heart and a huge smile growing across his face.

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HARRY POTTER

Harry was feeling very groggy as he sat at the breakfast table with his friends. He had been having trouble sleeping once more due to frequent nightmares once more. However, that was not the only reason though. Another one of the reasons was the upcoming Yule Ball.

Harry was yet to find a date and was running out of time. A couple of das ago, he had thought of asking Hermione out, but then the news about her going with Viktor Krum had come out.

“Hello, Harry,” came the familiar voice of Hermione as she took the seat opposite to her breaking up his thought process.

“Good morning Hermione,” he said as she stifled a yawn making her frown. She narrowed her eyes at this, and Harry could feel the question coming.

“What happened, Harry? It seems that you have not been sleeping well,” she asked in a voice filled with concern, yet Harry could not tell her the truth.

“Yeah, a bit. It’s just that the boy’s dorms are quite rowdy this year for some reason,” and that was partly true. For whatever reason, the Twins had made it their purpose to make the dorms their business center, and the whole dorm was now filled with joke items.

Harry felt slightly guilty for not telling her about his nightmares but knew that she would overreact about them and ask him to go to Dumbledore. Harry knew that this would be futile and had been thinking of writing a letter to Sirius once more about this.

“Yeah, the twins have been out of control this year. Maybe I should talk to Edward about this, and he could control them,” she humphed as she began to look ahead and look for the famed senior.

“Hmmm, he is not here,” but she was looking in the wrong direction as harry saw him entering the Hall.

“He has just arrived,” he said to Hermione, who then looked toward where he was pointing. Though, it seems that he was coming for them as well. And Harry saw how Hermione’s expression shifted upon seeing him though Edward’s reaction was a bit abnormal.

“Good morning,” Hermione greeted the Headboy as the boy came and stood by their side.

“Hello, Hermione,” and then he turned to face Harry and spoke up once more.

“Hello, Harry, could both of you come with me for a second,” Harry frowned at this though Hermione seemed equally surprised.

“Why? What happened?” she questioned though she was beginning to get up, so Harry joined her as well. The boy simply smiled and replied.

“Don’t worry, it’s just that the Headmaster wants to see you,” and they walked out of the Hall, and Harry was still frowning.

“Why, though? Why would Professor Dumbledore want to see us?” Harry asked once more as they began to walk up the stairs. However, instead of giving him a reply, he simply gave both of them a rolled-up newspaper.

“Open the first page,” Edward said, and harry would unfurl the Daily Prophet and would stop as he read the headline on the first page. The headline under a very familiar face.

~JUSTICE AT LAST! SIRIUS BLACK FOUND INNOCENT~