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Ravenrin & Slytherclaw	By : ANGELWINGZ1983 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > General Views: 8706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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RAVENRIN & SLYTHERCLAW- Chapter 18

The next morning the smell of freshly made bread, cooked bacon and sausage with the tangible scent of fresh ground coffee woke Honeysuckle, who sniffed the air greedily. She quickly washed in the bathroom opposite her room then returned to get dressed. She tip-toed past the portrait of Mrs Black, who was still, thankfully, asleep and entered the wonderfully scented kitchen.

“Morning Honeysuckle dear. What would you like for your breakfast?,” Molly greeted her and asked.

“Oh, I could just kill for a crispy bacon butty Molly, thanks.” On the table were stacks of buttered toast and a pot of raspberry conserve, along with café tiers of the fresh coffee and strong tea. Next to the jugs was a large jug of cream, another of milk, a tray with lemon wedges and a sugar bowl full of the tiny sweet cubes.

“Help yourself to tea or coffee and the toast Honeysuckle. Oh and what sauce would you like with your bacon?,” Molly said as she saw the ex-Hogwarts student stare, looking rather lost, around again at her surroundings.

“Ketchup if you have it please Molly,” Honeysuckle said as she reached for the café tier of tea, but barely able to touch the handle.

“Need some help?,” asked a quite familiar voice from behind her. It was Remus Lupin.

“Professor Lupin! I had no idea you were here,” Honeysuckle gushed as the ex-school teacher reached over the table and pulled the tea closer to them both. He took the seat on her right hand side, opposite Sirius.

“You may can me Remus Honeysuckle. I am no longer your teacher just as you are no longer a student. How do you take your tea?”

“Erm.., cream, no sugar, as it comes, I’m not fussy over how strong it is,” she replied after being stunned by the request her old professor had asked of her. She could understand Molly asking, same for Sirius, but Lupin.

“Morning Mum, Sirius, Professor Lupin,” chimed the Twins who looked more bright-eyed and bushy tailed than Honeysuckle felt right then.

“Morning boys. Sausage or bacon?” each boy told Molly which breakfast meat he wanted and poured themselves a cup of coffee each and piled a mound of extra buttered toast onto their plates. Honeysuckle sat in silence eating her bacon butty and sipping her tea, which was just right, listening to the banter that was passing between Sirius and Remus.

“How’s the fleas Padfoot?”

“Not half as bad as yours I bet Moony old pal,” Sirius barked back, laughing his reply. Honeysuckle’s eyebrow shot up in question to the Twins, hoping for an answer as to the friendly way Sirius and Remus were talking to each other. George beckoned Honeysuckle closer, making her lean across the table.

“They were friends at school, some 20 yeas or so,” Fred said.

“I believe it’s more closer to 25 years,” Remus confirmed.

“Is it really that long old friend? Damn, I really feel old now!,” Sirius remarked, letting out a loud sigh and slumping onto his folded arms which were resting on the table. More friendly banter passed between Sirius, Remus, the Twins and Honeysuckle once the two older gentlemen had revealed some of the stuff they used to get up to whilst at school. During the course of the day, more members of the Order arrived, gathering in the kitchen, making it seem very cramped and small.

“When do we leave?,” asked a golden ringlet haired witch everyone call Tonks.

“When Alastor gets here,” Remus informed the young witch. She had sat herself down next to Honeysuckle and started to ask her about herself and in return to Honeysuckle a little about herself.

“I’ve just qualified as an Auror. Oh and I can do this,” Tonks said as she screwed up her eyes and scrunched her nose, concentrating hard on her task. Instantly her hair changed from her Irish ringlets of golden blonde to a vibrant purple, in a short, spiky style.

“Wow! You’re a Metamorphagous!,” gushed a very impressed Honeysuckle.

“Everyone, ready to go,” boomed the voice of Alastor Moody. Tonks got up and walked over to where Moody was standing. Remus and Kingsley, as well as another witch Honeysuckle hadn’t met yet joined the pair and then left to retrieve Harry from his aunt and uncle’s home under the cover of night. They were gone for the best part of two hours before the screams of Mrs Black were heard throughout the house. Tonks came into the kitchen with her face quite red and her hair now a vivid bubblegum pink colour, now in a longer style than she left with.

“Sorry. I know, I’m a klutz,” she apologised profusely.

“Troll’s foot again?,” Honeysuckle heard Molly ask. Tonks nodded silently, bowing her head in embarrassment. Honeysuckle turned round to see Sirius and Harry enter the kitchen. Bill and Mr. Weasley had been talking, heads close together over a bunch of parchments scattered on the table, which Bill promptly rolled up as Mr. Weasley greeted Harry with a fond and friendly warmth as Molly started on dinner. Once Mundungus had finished interrogating Harry, Harry turned to Honeysuckle.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were off to Romania.”

“I am, but Molly kindly offered to let me stay for a while before I go. Plus, I think Dumbledore wants an extra pair of eyes there, as well as Charlie’s.” During this conversation, Fred and George were magically moving the cauldron that contained the stew and a flagon of Butterbeer onto the table. They were berated firmly by their very stern mother, as they had managed to scorch the table. The reprimand soon stopped at the mention of Percy, the older brother of the Twins, the one who had decided against joining his family at the Order Headquarters. Bill and Remus quickly covered up for the flustered Molly and soon everyone was enjoying the meal, along with Tonks changing her appearance at the requests of Ginny and Hermione. Talk soon turned to what the Order had been up to since the return of the Dark Lord and Harry asked many questions, to which only a handful were answered. Only when Molly and Remus insisted that enough had been said, the Weasley’s, Harry and Hermione were practically sent to bed.

“I’m willing to join, if the Order will have me,” whispered Honeysuckle, unsure if the defeated students had actually gone to their rooms.

“I can’t see no reason why Albus wouldn’t forbade you from joining. In fact, if you had not offered, I’m sure he would have surely asked,” Remus said, smiling gently at his former student. He knew, despite her reputation in school, she was more than ready and qualified to help them. Her father was well placed within the Ministry, but was a firm friend and believer in Fudge.

‘But yet he has let his eldest child come here, not knowing where she really was or with whom,’ Remus mused. Everyone else agreed with him, even the mother-hen Molly. But he supposed that it was only because she knew that her distantly related niece would be under the safe and caring protection of her second born. The hour was late when Honeysuckle finally found her bed and instantly, as soon as her head hit the pillow, fell asleep with the sounds of the house quieting down around her.

The following morning everyone who was staying at Grimmauld Place was woken fairly early, at 9am and given breakfast before they were shepherded into the drawing room to de- Doxy the curtains. Over breakfast Honeysuckle had received her results and found that she had passed all of her subjects with an Outstanding mark. She felt proud in herself and wrote to her parents to inform them of how well she had done and that all was well. The glow of pride welling in Honeysuckle did not waver or wane, even when faced with the foul, winged, sharp and poison toothed Doxies. Molly had armed them all with the spray needed and was far too busy spraying the flying vermin to notice her twin sons stuff concussed Doxies and handfuls of eggs into their already bulging pockets. Fred swooped down once more to grab some more but was pulled up by the collar by George, who had seen Honeysuckle watching. Between the three of them they just smiled weakly and turned to finish the job at hand. They only broke for lunch and Honeysuckle made a beeline straight to the Twins, hissing at them for being so stupid for handling dangerous creatures so haphazardly. Her tirade fell on deaf ears and she soon just left them to it. If Molly found out, she would have their necks! The rest of the day was spent doing more cleaning, making the once uninhabited home of the Black family habitable for those staying. Cleaning all day, with only breaks for lunch and ending for dinner became the normal routine for the next 4 days.

On the final day of cleaning, Molly had asked everyone who needed washing doing to bring it down into the kitchen. Everyone but the Twins gave her their washing and she was soon nagging them to fetch it down.

“I will not have my sons wearing dirty socks and underwear in Hogwarts. Now, go and get your washing, or I will….”

“You will what Mum?,” Fred asked cheekily, grinning at his twin and then back again to his mother.

“Huh. I am not going into that room of yours to get it! Gods know what I might find,” Molly said with a shake of her head.

“I’ll go Molly! I know these two well enough to expect some kind of trap,” Honeysuckle called from the chair that was tucked in one corner. She leapt out of the seat and Apperated herself upstairs into the room the Twins were sharing. It was a sty.

‘No wonder Molly hates fetching anything from their room,’ she mused whilst reaching into the basket in between the beds. Her hand brushed something quite thick, with sharp edges at the bottom of the basket. She lifted the washing out and dumped it onto the nearest bed. Looking down she saw a carefully banded stack of photos, exactly identical to the one she knew Argenta had.

‘Oh, they will pay for this! I must destroy these and soon,’ Honeysuckle thought as she forced the stack into her jeans pocket and then turned, scooped up the washing, Apperated back down to the kitchen and earned a well deserved smile and thanks from the appreciative Molly.

“Oh Honeysuckle. There’s some post on the side for you dear.” Sure enough there was two letters waiting for her. One from her parents and the other from Argenta. Honeysuckle rushed out of the kitchen and to her room for some solitude. Her parent’s letter just confirmed that they were relieved she was OK, congratulated her on her results and informed her that Ichabod had broken an arm whilst practicing Quidditch with his friend and was currently in St, Mungo’s. Honeysuckle chuckled at her brother’s ability to injure his-self so easily. She put down that letter and picked up the thick document that was Argenta’s update. Honeysuckle picked the wax seal off the parchment, unfolded the hardly creased letter and began to read. Argenta told her friend how she was no longer at home and was, in very explicit detail, still seeing Severus, who was on his way to visit wherever Dumbledore was at the time. Honeysuckle heard voices at the foot of the stairs and just about recognised the sombre tenor of Severus, her friend’s lover. She slowly made her way down the stairs, carefully listening to the conversation below.

“Professor Snape. We know something about you that others don’t!”

“Really Misters Weasley? And just what would that be?” Honeysuckle could just see in her mind a single eyebrow of Severus’ raise questionable.

“We have evidence of you in a compromising position with a student.”

‘Fuck! Please boys, don’t do it!,’ Honeysuckle wished ardently.

“Is that so? Just where is this ‘evidence’?” The Twins were silent. “Do not accuse me of anything if you can not prove it,” hissed the dark and brooding Potions Master. The boys scuttled away and this allowed Honeysuckle to confront her former teacher.

“Professor Snape. Could I have a quick word?”

“Certainly Miss Blonde,” he replied, holding open the now de-pestered drawing room door and allowing his former pupil into the room before him.

“Take these and burn them,” Honeysuckle said immediately after the door shut on itself, handing the stack of photos over. Severus remained silent as he pocketed the evidence. He silently thanked his lover’s best friend for intervening.

“I surmise you don’t have to ask how your friend is. I see she has written extensively,” Severus drawled, nodding to the sheets of parchment Honeysuckle still held in her hand.

“Yes and very explicit too,” Honeysuckle retorted, giving Severus a knowing look.

“Yes, Argenta does have a way with words. If there is nothing else Miss Blonde, I really must see Dumbledore and the rest of the Order.”

“Then we may as well join them. Oh yes, I’ve joined the ranks of the Order. Myself and the others agreed that having an extra pair of eyes and ears in Romania would benefit the cause. After you Severus,” Honeysuckle replied, bowing mockingly to her ex-professor. Severus returned the bow in recognition of the fact she had just got one over on him and they both left to join the rest of the congregated Order in the kitchen. The meeting passed and everyone had finally and officially agreed on Honeysuckle’s induction to the Order.

The Twins, upon discovering that their ‘well hidden’ evidence was now gone, brought down the washing Honeysuckle had not found and that which Molly had chilled them for earlier that day once the meeting was over. Severus did not stay for dinner, so it was a happy and hearty meal which Honeysuckle excused herself from after the offer of second helpings of the desert. She had a task to perform that night and it could not wait any longer.

Once in her room, she changed into dark, figure hugging, shadow concealing clothes and silently crept out of the house and Apperated herself to a small, sleepy hamlet just outside Exmoor. The house she wanted was right at the end and slipped through the darkness to the door she wanted. Luckily for her, the quarry she was after lived alone and found the door unlocked, so she quietly made her way in. She found him sleeping, mouth wide open like a fish, a bottle of Firewhiskey and an empty tumbler on the small side table next to him. She quickly dipped her hand into her jacket pocket and produced a small, folded packet, which contents was poured into the whiskey and swilled in until the fine powder had disappeared into the alcohol. She stood watching the chest of her hated quarry rise and fall, willing it to stop on it’s own. It didn’t. Honeysuckle kicked the leg of the chair he was reclining in, making him jerk awake suddenly. When he realised he had company and who it was, his face lit up with a large grin and a leering, leachy look in his eyes.

“Well, well, my dear. What brings you of all people here to my humble abode?”

“Have a drink. I know how you like it,” Honeysuckle cooed, ignoring his leering and disgusting looks and words. Even his voice dripped with the vile and evil perverseness that flowed through the man. He reached out and poured his-self a generous amount of the whiskey, then took a big gulp, savouring the taste before swallowing. Honeysuckle carried on watching the hateful man enjoy his worse vice, right down to the last drop from the bottle that had been half full. His breathing by the end of the final gulp had become laboured and ragged. But she did nothing to help, no matter how much he tried to plea. She looked deep into the watery grey eyes and saw the light of life go out of them. His reign of terror over her friend was over.

Algernon Maxwell had gone on and now was only an empty carcass of dead flesh and bone. Making sure that she had left no trace of herself behind, Honeysuckle Apperated straight back to Grimmauld Place and because of the late hour, to her bed of warmth, soft feather pillows and duvet, safely knowing that what she had just done was to avenge the friend’s lost childhood. A couple of days passed and then one day Honeysuckle received a short note from Argenta. It read a simple ‘Thank You’. Nothing extra was said about the matter for the next couple of days between the two girls. Nobody within Grimmauld Place commented on Honeysuckle’s night away from the secure walls of the Order’s Headquarters. But then again, nobody knew she had gone out. Once the house was now finally clean from attic to basement, everyone relaxed and just enjoyed the last few weeks of the summer. Countless meetings were held over the weeks and Honeysuckle was now certain that she had defiantly made the right choice.

The day before Honeysuckle’s leaving the Headquarters had arrived, all they had to do was wait for the escort to arrive later that day. That morning, when the post arrived, there was much celebration as both Ron and Hermione had been made the new Gryffindor Prefects. Molly was making such a fuss that she insisted on a big buffet style dinner. As Molly rushed around the kitchen, scolding anyone who got in the way, Honeysuckle was in her room packing away all of her belongings in readiness to transport it all to Romania the next morning. She stacked her trunks one on top of the other with her rucksack and Viv’s cage resting on top before heading down to the kitchen, finding a large banner heralding the good news. Majority of the Order had turned up, including Moody who was showing everyone an old photo. It was of the old Order of Phoenix. Honeysuckle watched as the photo was passed round and then it eventually got to her.

Looking at it made her feel sad and slightly afraid of what was to come. Harry and Moody were now talking, looking at the photo whilst Molly was fussing over the straightness of Ron’s Prefect’s badge. Honeysuckle could see Harry slowly moving away from the rest of the ‘happy’ people. She mingled with Tonks, Ginny and Hermione as Molly chatted to Moody about something. She left the kitchen, but a few minutes later everyone heard a scream of terror from the study just down the corridor, waking Mrs Black’s portrait. Honeysuckle followed Remus but was stopped by Mr. Weasley, who shook his head. Arthur then went to see if his wife was alright as Honeysuckle’s escort arrived. Molly was now being steered into the kitchen, shaking from her ordeal with the Boggart that had been hiding in the desk.

Everyone disbursed to their rooms, leaving a shaky Molly, Honeysuckle, the new arrivals of Charlie and Benny and Arthur in the kitchen.

“Everything ok?” Charlie asked when he saw his Mum in tears. She looked up and sobbed harder, reaching for her second born. Charlie instantly bent down and squeezed her tight. Molly then let go and leaned back, breathing deeply.

“It’s nothing. I’m just being silly really,” Molly said as she patted her eyes dry.

“Boggarts can cause such a reaction, depending on what the person sees,” spurted Honeysuckle in the silence. Charlie nodded, now understanding the reason his usually calm Mother to be in such hysterics.

“Honeysuckle, you had best be off you bed now dear, you have an early start and a long day ahead of you,” Molly said, snapping out of the haze she had been engulfed in. The two women said goodnight to the three men, then went up the stairs. As they reached her room, Honeysuckle hugged Molly tightly.

“Everything will be ok Molly, I’m sure of it,” she whispered as they held on to each other.

“I know dear,” Molly replied weakly as they pulled apart with a soft pat on the cheek for the younger woman. Honeysuckle watched the retreating back of the Weasley matriarch before seeking her own bed for the final time in Grimmauld Place.
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