HP : The Chronicles

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Still, she was confused and she would be damned if she pretended she wasn't extremely curious too. Harry was hiding something and it was of an enormous magnitude. She shook her head dazzled and sighed as she looked at the people walking around in the bazaar beneath her. She had known the green eyed wizard for almost all of her life and she had never noticed anything that could indicate he went around slaying monsters in his free time. But then again, Ginny thought, how much can you know about a boy who is barely even there?

That, she noticed, was Harry's most prominent trait; he wasn't there. He was always with his family on holidays and birthdays of course, but, in all truth, Ron spent more time in Potter manor than Harry did. And where was Harry at that time? Ron had once let it slip that he was staying with Professor Snape. Snape of all people! Her head was spinning on the implications; Harry had a whole life away from his family and none was the wiser. And if the boy himself didn't want it to be common knowledge, she knew she had no reason to act against his will. Not that anyone would believe her anyway…

But one thing was certain; Harry was the most interesting person she had ever met. And she owed him her life too. She could definitely try and spend some time knowing him better. And come next year she would, she promised herself. Even if only to find a way to thank him somehow for saving her life. Not that he would ever admit to it of course. She mentally cringed at her childish attempt to bait him into admitting it on the train; "I can keep a secret, Harry", she had said, or something of the sort. She was immensely glad the boy seemed to be thinking something else at the time and hadn't paid any heed to her words. The last thing she had wanted was to come out sounding like a stalker. She shook her head and sighed; what was done was done. She breathed deeply and tried to calm herself; she had to sleep if she wanted to stay awake during whatever this show was Bill was taking them to. Knowing her brother it was going to be spectacular and she didn't want to miss it.

She returned to her bed, praying to be spared of her nightmares just for a while, although she doubted she deserved it. She had done everything wrong year; she had been so foolish. But she would try, she promised herself, to become better. She knew she would make mistakes in the future but she refused to allow others to suffer for them. And she would start keeping her word to Harry, as crudely as her promise had been made; his secrets were his own and he had saved her life. She had no business telling a soul.

And somewhere far away, in a land untouched by time, a Seer smiled as yet another thread of a prophecy she had made long ago started stepping into her path. Soon, she realized as she went to inform her husband of the latest development, all pieces would fall into place. Soon.

And somewhere far away, in a land untouched by time, a Seer smiled as yet another thread of a prophecy she had made long ago started stepping into her path. Soon, she realized as she went to inform her husband of the latest development, all pieces would fall into place. Soon.

Harry was staring frustrated at the designs in front of him, an action in which he had devoted at least two hours of his time that afternoon. When he had first heard the idea, when he had first learned of the possibility that he could change into another animal but a wolf, he had thought it amazing. Once he realized that other form could be one of a bird, allowing him to fly with no other magical aid than the transformation itself, he was exhilarated. The moment Severus had brought him the anatomically perfectly accurate designs of the falcons they had selected, he had been exhilarated. And once he started to actually study said designs, he felt like banging his head against the wall.

He should have known really that it wouldn't be easy; he should have gathered as much from Severus's warning or the fact that the specific magical practice had been almost forgotten and considered exceptionally difficult long before it was considered forbidden. He should have known but his excitement had clouded all other functions in his mind until he was certain that the second Animagus form wouldn't be so hard to achieve; he had been fooling himself.

"It's impossible." He murmured for what must have been the tenth time in that afternoon. He had to somehow memorize every muscle, every nerve ending and tiny bone the falcon he aspired to turn into possessed. The eyes alone could take him months! He sighed and looked at the hour; he had officially missed lunch. Again.

"Keep skipping meals and Minnie's going to throttle me for giving you these scrolls." The voice of Severus Snape called from over his left shoulder. Harry jumped in fear as he turned around, a hand over his rapidly beating heart.

"Keep surprising me like that and I'm going to throttle you." He retorted as Severus sat next to him, looking at the scrolls the boy had lay on one of the many desks in Silbreith's library.

"Love you too, kid." Severus stated unrepentant. "Still sweating over these?"

"It would appear that way." Harry offered as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. It had been quite an exhausting week for the now thirteen year old boy. First, there had been the meeting with one of the directors of the Nimbus Company. Severus had been right of course; having a goblin as his financial advisor -and a very eager to please goblin from the moment he realized the wizard he was representing spoke Gobbledegook- had stopped any possible attempts to cheat him because of his age. And the company wanted his design so much, that a magical contract was soon signed; in just a few days, he had become an official designer for the Nimbus Racing Brooms and his identity was -until the moment he decided to reveal it- held secret.

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