Sirius grinned and gave Harry the rest of his half-eaten frog. Harry frowned at it but saw how happy Sirius was to share. With an internal grimace, he ate the other half. "I think my mail is being screened. Do you know of any other way we can talk?" Harry asked, swallowing the tasteless chocolate.
Sirius thought for a minute before smiling widely. "There were mirrors James and I used to talk to each other when we were in separate detentions. I'd need to find them, but yeah…they must be in the house somewhere! That would be great! I could see you then too!"
Harry smiled at the broken man fondly. "That would be great. Send it with a post owl and ward the package so that only I can open it when you find them, ok?"
"All right, pup, now, tell me all about this Luna girl…"
"Dobby!" Harry called out in a screech at around 1am after the Hogsmeade weekend.
With a pop, the house elf was jumping up and down in front of the dementor that was hovering in the library. "Harry Potter, sir! How may Dobby help you?!"
"Do you happen to know of a room that over a dozen people could meet in and practice spells without getting caught by Umbridge?" Harry asked in as quiet of screeches as possible.
Dobby thought for a minute. "Just evil, toad-woman or everyone?" He asked in contemplation.
Harry chuckled at Dobby's description. "Actually, yeah, everyone who isn't invited would be good. We don't have a sponsor like the other club I'm in."
Dobby smiled. "Professor Potion Master good sponsor. He asks elveses for the best snacks for students."
"Something tells me he wouldn't be excited to sponsor this club though. Any ideas?" Harry smiled. He had noticed the snacks were quite good, for those who actually like food that is…or blood, or crickets, or caviar surprisingly.
"I knows the room!" Dobby excitedly grabbed Harry's skeletal hand and pulled the hovering dementor behind him. "Dobby knows the Come and Go Room. All elveses use room occasionally."
They ended up by a portrait of a man trying to teach trolls ballet. "Harry Potter walks three times and thinks of what he wants," Dobby motioned for Harry to pace by the portrait.
"Ok, Dobby…" Harry would have an eyebrow raised and a speculative look on his face if he had eyebrows…or a face. He did what he was told though and gasped as a door appeared in the wall.
Dobby clapped his hands and rushed to open the door. "Yes, this works!" He nodded happily.
"Merlin, Morgana, and Mordred," Harry breathed out in surprise. It was perfect!
"Harry Potter just needs to think that no one finds it when he asks for the room," Dobby continued explaining as he checked out the dueling platform, dummies to practice on, pillows for soft landings, and mirrors to see what was going on.
"Thank you, Dobby," Harry smiled and pulled out his lip balm, a habit that was starting to cross over even to when he was in Jamie. "This really is perfect. Now I just need a lesson plan."
"Harry Potter will be the bestest teacher!" The elf assured him as they made to leave the room.
Harry stopped at the door and cocked his hooded head. There was something in the room…something like the locket that was calling to him. It was so faint, he eventually brushed it off and followed his friend out of the room. "You guys need any help in the kitchen, Dobby?" Harry asked, wanting something to do. It was a little boring wandering around alone every night. "I'm a pretty good cook and not above washing dishes."
"Yes, Harry Potter help," Dobby grabbed his hand once more. "He talks to Dobby and Winky while they work."
"But that's not…" Harry sighed and gave up as he was pulled through the air behind the now running house elf like some kind of dementor balloon, it was kind of fun.
Jamie was definitely sick. The first meeting of the Dumbledore's Army club was a huge success as they learned the disarming charm, Hedwig was doing great, Dobby and Winky were kidnapping Harry at night to hang out in the kitchens at least once a week, Remedial Potions was relaxing after long days of people thinking he was an insane liar, and Umbridge was more and more evil by the day. Also…Jamie's hand was without a doubt infected.
This time as Harry began writing lines with the blood quill, he fumed with the certainty that this detention was completely unwarranted. Not that any of them were, but Umbridge just didn't like the way he looked this time and that was the excuse for the detention. He felt feverish and his inflamed hand had hurt even before he started writing, now it was on fire. He felt like he was betraying Jamie. Yes, Jamie was him…but also not. It was hard to think of the soulless body as an extension of him when it just felt so...not him. He felt like he were hurting Hedwig when he hurt Jamie, and that made him warm with anger. Actually, it made him hot. Actually…he was hot…
After being freezing cold for so long, Harry was confused why he was suddenly stifling in the room. Oh no! He finally thought in dread as he realized he didn't have any hold on his aura at all anymore.
Afraid at what he was going to find, Harry put down the quill and slowly looked up from his parchment. He sighed and kicked himself as he took in the sight of Professor Umbridge cowering in a ball behind her desk with tears streaming from her eyes. "Shit…" he mumbled. Ok, so he didn't feel bad for her at all, but as soon as she recovered, she was going to know something was wrong with him…hopefully she recovered. Harry also felt wonderfully full at the moment, so she probably wasn't doing too well.
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