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Shadows of the Past	By : LadyLaran Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 12317 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Authors’ Note – Rogercat and I are very pleased with the acceptance of a competent Fudge; he’s been rather fun to work with. The acceptance has meant a great deal to us, inspiring us to work harder on the next chapters. We hope you all enjoy this next one!

WARNING – MASSIVE TIME SKIP TO FIFTH YEAR!!!!

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Chapter Eight – Contemplations and Discussions

Hari looked out from the window in her room in the house she and Sirius lived in. There was only a week left until her fifth year at Hogwarts began and ever since her godfather had been found innocent in the trial, things in her life had greatly changed for the better. While Sirius had inherited his family home at the death of his mother, he did not find it to be a healthy place for a young teenager to live in, especially as it also brought up unpleasant memories of his childhood too. So he and Hari had moved into a new home just outside of London. Not wanting to take risks with her safety, her godfather had hired goblin warders from Gringotts and the house was more secure than most of the ancient manors that the older families lived in.

She, Ron, and Hermione had talked about the reincarnation issue and finally brought Sirius in on what was going on. They explained about her dreams and flashbacks, even sharing what had happened on the quidditch field when the dementors had attacked. Her godfather had sworn on his magic to tell no one unless he was given permission to do so, and he’d raided the libraries from several of the houses owned by his family in hopes of finding something that would help explain everything. He hadn’t found anything yet, but the man was determined to get his goddaughter the information she needed.

“Hmm, so from what we have gotten together, Hari, it seems like you might have been a jewel-smith named Celebrimbor in a past life and you were killed by someone named Annatar in that life as well. All this results in you having some serious issues with blonde guys?”

Well, not all blond males set her on her guard but Hari didn’t mention that. There was one thing that had started shortly after third year that she had kept to herself. She had started dream-sharing with a dwarf, and she suspected that he was from the world where she had lived in her past life.

“I think I was Celebrimbor, but I don’t have anything to really confirm it. Everything is so scattered that it could be I knew this person and was harmed by this Annatar as well. It’s difficult to really say yes or no without having more memories to work with,” she shared, tugging on one of the small braids she habitually wore with the main braid.

“It will come, pup, just give it time. Good news about your issues with blond guys is it that should keep you away from the Malfoys at least. Since Narcissa Malfoy is my cousin, I wouldn’t feel too comfortable with you possibly marrying into that family,” Sirius said, moving a hand through his hair.

Since he’d been proven innocent and regaining his health, he was now looking a lot more like his younger self now that he’d shaved off the beard as well as keeping his hair at shoulder-length. While his handsome looks had faded a bit because of being in Azkaban for twelve long years, he had come a long way from the half-mad, starved person he had looked like at their first meeting. The medical aid had been facilitated by Minister Fudge, who had genuinely wanted to help, and the man had kept both the press and the headmaster from hounding them, especially once the trial with the Dursleys had taken place.

Hari sighed softly, shaking her head as she pulled her attention back onto the conversation they were having.

“I’m not looking to marry anytime soon,” she told him. “More to the point, I wouldn’t marry anyone I have a blood tie with, no matter how distant. That’s beyond creepy and disgusting, Sirius.”

Her godfather smiled, pleased to hear that answer. He had spent some time researching the effects caused by the pureblood families intermarrying so often and he was of the strong belief that if he ever married, it would need to be a muggleborn witch as the Black family was in desperate need of new blood that would lessen the genetic damage caused by generations of inbreeding. Hermione, hearing of his quest to understand the issues with interbreeding, had brought him books about genetics and then introduced him to her parents, who had explained the information in a way the man could understand.

“I’m glad to hear it, pup,” he said to her. “You should think about bed soon. Your friends will be here tomorrow, and you’ll want to be rested up to hear about their summers.”

“Ron’s been excited about his summer work at Ollivander’s shop so I know he’ll be chatting about that for a long while,” she answered, rising to her feet to give her godfather a kiss on the cheek. “Sleep well, Sirius.”

After he’d wished her good night, Hari headed to her bedroom, thoughts on the dream to come. She’d been wary of the one in her dreams at first, which had been the response he’d had as well, but she’d come to form a strong friendship with him as time went on. When he’d realized she was undergoing stress from the transition from an abusive home to a loving one, he’d dropped the wariness and offered to help.

From that moment forward, Hari had someone who would listen without judgment, offer advice without pulling punches, and he also helped with the doubts and inner pain she had carried for so long. Her Golden Lion, as she’d nicknamed him, had been her source of comfort and peace. Everything he offered had been so desperately needed during her fourth year of school when she’d gotten roped into competing in a tournament she had not entered. No one knew how it had happened, and Hari had openly protested against having to be part of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, pointing out that she was underage and would not be legally allowed to compete. She’d even gone so far as to swear a magical oath declaring she had not entered herself in front of the student body, faculty, and guests, but not even Fudge and Sirius had been able to help her get out of it.

Her lion had not been pleased and gave her exercises to learn in hopes of being able to defend herself. Even now, after the tournament was over, he still helped her train for a part of the night and she took what she had learned to apply it in the waking day to help strengthen her body. He had been her rock during all of this, soothing her terrors throughout each part of the competition.

~And people wonder why I asked Madame Olympe Maxime if there was a chance to change schools to get away from this madness,~ Hari thought, recalling the Headmistress of the French magical school known as Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. The woman had been interested in taking her and Hermione, but Dumbledore had put a stop to it as soon as he had heard of the girls’ interest in transferring.

The young witch pulled herself out of her thoughts, readying herself for the night’s rest. She was tired of debating with herself about Albus Dumbledore, especially once she’d finally heard her parents’ will. It had been revealed, clearly and without any doubt, that Hari was to NEVER be placed in the care of Petunia Dursley because Lily and James had been aware of her dislike for all things magical. If Sirius, for some reason, was unable to take her in after their deaths, Hari was to be placed with either Remus Lupin or another family in a small list of foster families they had left in the will. She’d been surprised to see the Longbottom family mentioned in that list.

Between the contents of the will as well as the outcome of the trial of the Dursleys, Dumbledore had a lot to answer for and Sirius and Fudge were doing their best to get the answers Hari deserved. They were determined to get more than “it’s for the greater good” out of the man. They all agreed it was a very weak answer to all the dubious things that had happened after that Hari had become an orphan. Her lion had agreed on that point too, commenting that his uncle would never place an orphan with someone who had not actively agreed to take in a child if the wishes of the parents were not known. Hari had been calmed when hearing that, which he had wanted and was pleased to see.

With all of this going on, she and her lion had finally exchanged names the night of Voldemort’s return. He’d held her as she sobbed, listening to her tale, and he’d advised her on what to do. Occasionally, he’d have advice from his uncle or mother and she’d treasured each one, following it carefully. It was his knowledge of politics that had helped her with Fudge when he had asked for an explanation as to what had happened when she’d touched the cup. His advice had been useful while she sat in the minister’s office, recounting her tale in front of Fudge, her godfather, and the head of the aurors.

Hari climbed into bed, drifting off to sleep to find her lion waiting for her at the nice little fire that tended to be burning at their meeting spot. He lifted his head as she appeared, smiling warmly in welcome.

“It’s good to see you, Emerald-Girl,” he greeted, hugging her after she sat down.

“It’s good to see you too,” Hari told him. “How’s your day been?”

“The usual - chores, lessons, training,” he answered. “I spent part of it ducking pranks from Kili. The ideas you gave me to use on him were great; they worked really well. Kili was caught twice in the water one.”

She laughed at that, eyes shimmering in the light like the gemstones he often felt that they looked like.

“I’m glad to hear it; Sirius is devious when it comes to planning pranks,” the witch told him, feeling a bit more relaxed.

“So, how was your day?”

“Long,” Hari answered, sobering. “I spent most of this morning in the Department of Mysteries talking to several Unspeakables about the ritual Barty Crouch Junior used to give Voldemort a new body. They’re still confused about how he survived; Minister Fudge said they’d been working on that since they heard about the times I’d faced him since starting at Hogwarts.”

At Fili’s recommendation, she’d told Fudge about all of the encounters she’d had with Voldemort before telling him the story of what had happened at the graveyard. Between the stories, her magical oath, and the memories she’d donated for the aurors to study, the man had been quick to call in the Unspeakables.

While it was somewhat understandable that Voldemort wanted to kill her because he had failed during his first attempt so many years ago, it did not explain why he had targeted her on that tragic October night. At least, it hadn’t until today when one of the Unspeakables had entered the conference room where they were and had shared the shocking news that they had found a prophecy orb. She had gone with them to retrieve it, listening to it with a sinking stomach.

In a quiet voice, she explained all of this to Fili, who listened with a look of concern on his face.

“Are all prophecies so vague,” he asked after she’d recited it for him.

“I don’t know,” Hari said. “I took ancient runes over divination because I don’t have the gift needed for it and don’t believe the future is set in stone. The Unspeakables are working on trying to determine if it’s genuine and what needs to be done if it is.”

“It is genuine,” a new voice spoke, causing both of them to turn to spot the new speaker.

Standing a few feet away from them was a man clad in dark robes and a beautiful woman. Both were watching them with expressions of loving concern, and Hari had a feeling she’d been in their presence before.

“You are…?”

The words were caught on her tongue, but the woman seemed to realize what she was asking.

“I am Vairë, the weaver of fate, and this is Mandos, guardian of the halls of the dead,” she said. “We have information you must know before you start school this year, daughter of Eru.”

Fili’s eyes widened, and he bowed to the two figures next to them.

“Be at peace, son of Mahal,” Mandos told him, voice gentle but full of power. “I mean no harm to either of you and have come to lend my aid. Daughter of Eru, the reason your enemy in the world your soul was reborn into has survived all this time is because he split his soul and stored them into objects to anchor him to the world of the living.”

“The diary,” Hari gasped, putting it together as she recalled the image of Tom Riddle becoming stronger as Ginny Weasley grew weaker.

“Indeed,” he answered. “I brought your soul to me when the foul beings attacked you, and I discovered one of those anchors in your own soul. I removed it and spoke to the representative of death in your world. Because this is magic beyond most wizards, Death and Fate agreed to assist you in regards to the prophecy given in your name. He sought out the anchors this wizard created and took the pieces of the soul beyond the veil with him. All that remains is the body that harbors what is left of his soul. He cannot create another anchor; his soul is too mangled, and it would kill him.”

“Your headmaster is aware of these anchors but does not know others have intervened to destroy them,” Vairë said. “He knows you once bore one of them and has been struggling to find a way to be rid of it.”

Fili’s eyes widened, remembering what Hari had told him about Dumbledore’s actions and realizing what the man had been doing.

“That’s why he didn’t want the Dursleys punished for what they did to you and why he wants you back with them,” he said in growing horror. “He wants you broken, desperate for freedom so you’ll willingly die to kill that anchor inside your soul.”

For some reason, the words seemed to trigger something inside Hari. She was terrified of being used again for something that would not just take her life but also steal any chance of happiness she may find. It was something she suspected had happened in her past life, and the witch did not want it to happen again.

“It’s gone, right? I don’t have to die?” she asked, her eyes pleading for an answer that would not make her even more afraid.

“It is gone,” Mandos assured her. “All that is left is to deal with the final portion of Riddle’s soul. Once that is done, you will be free of destiny in this world and will find something from your past life that will be important to you. It is something which never got the chance to fully flower and will finally transform into what you needed back then.”

As he spoke, Mandos used some spiritual magic to show a ghostly flower bud just outside Hari’s heart. It was still very small but when Hari took hold of it, she felt a gentle heat from it.

“I know this confuses you, daughter of Eru, but you will understand when the time is right. The ability to defeat the foe of your current world lies within who you were in the past. Once your story here is finished, you will find yourself on another journey and this time, we will ensure that happiness will be granted to you.”

Mandos looked to Fili, who was rather confused and worried. He was glad to see the bond between them was growing, and he knew that the dwarf would be necessary in the second part of Hari’s journey.

“Train hard, warrior of Durin, for your strength will be needed. The two of you will be the ones to heal a rift that should never have been formed. Rely on each other, now and in the future, and your bond will see you through the shadows.”

The two Valar disappeared, leaving the pair to stare at each other in confusion.

“What in the world was that?”

Fili had heard tales about how the Valar would sometimes show themselves to those who were destined to do things to help Arda, but he’d never thought he’d be one of the ones to be spoken to. In truth, he probably should have given the dream link he had with Hari as well as the dreams he’d been having whenever he hadn’t met up with her in Irmo’s realm.

“That was the Valar,” he said. “They worked along with Eru, the All-father, to create the world of Arda, where I live. Each one has a particular realm or talent they control. Mahal, who is the creator of my people, is known as the Smith. His wife, Yavanna, watches over the things that grow.”

“Sort of like the gods here,” she answered, getting a sense of familiarity from his explanation and knowing she probably knew all this at one point. In fact, the mention of Mahal seemed to cause an extra strong reaction. There were times she felt the sensation of holding a hammer, and she suspected her past self may have called upon Mahal for strength and aid.

“Hey Fili, do your people believe in reincarnation,” she asked curiously.

“Well, I know my ancestor, Durin the Deathless, is said to be reborn six times after his first death. So yes, we do. Why do you ask?”

“For as long as I can remember, I’ve had dreams of people and places I could swear I recognized but logically know I’ve never seen before,” she answered softly, watching him as she did so. “Given what that man said, I think my soul originated from your world.”

“Do you know who you might have been?”

“I have my suspicions, but I’m not certain,” she admitted. “Sometimes names pop up in my dreams or random memories, but I don’t have anything to really confirm it. I do know that I seemed to disown my father for something really bad he had done, disowning my family as well, and that I was killed by someone named Annatar.”

Fili, who had reached for a beer tankard at his feet, suddenly dropped the mug when he heard the name.

“I know that name,” he said, looking at her. “You know I told you I’m of the line of Durin? Well, the last elf to ever bear the title of ‘dwarf friend’ was brutally murdered by him; the line of Durin did what they could to avenge their friend. In fact, he’s buried with the one he called his best friend in Khazad-dûm with full honors after they saved his body from being dishonored more than what it already had been. The two are buried together according to our history books.”

“I once saw a creature of my world take his form for a couple of moments during a lesson. I freaked out in a way that I have never done before,” Hari whispered, shuddering at the memories.

“I would have too knowing who Annatar turned out to be,” he said to his friend. “Sauron. The Enemy of this world, a Fallen Maia who betrayed Mahal by going over to the Dark Lord Morgoth a very long time ago. Morgoth is no longer in this world, but Sauron is or so some suspect. Some people think he died during the battle when Isildur cut the One Ring from his hand.”

A shudder made its way down her spine, and Fili felt it and wrapped an arm around her to try to comfort her.

“He sounds far worse than Voldemort, and I never thought I’d say that.”

“From what you told me of the snake and his actions, Sauron was a lot worse,” he answered. “The death toll was catastrophic. He was named enemy of the line of Durin when Celebrimbor was murdered, and our clan has done everything it could to ensure his demise.”

“Celebrimbor was the dwarf friend you mentioned earlier,” she asked.

“He was,” Fili answered. “He and Narvi were the ones who created the Doors of Durin in Khazad-dûm. We have drawings of it, but no one of my line has seen them since we lost the mountain.”

Narvi. That was a name that sounded familiar, but she wasn’t sure why. It was frustrating recognizing names but not knowing why it was.

“Do you know what he looked like,” she asked. “Maybe that’s one of the faces I see when I sleep.”

“There’s drawings of him and Celebrimbor,” the dwarf replied. “Some of the scribes were able to save a few of the books during the losses of both Erebor and Khazad-dûm, and those have been preserved over the years to ensure our history isn’t lost.”

“True book lovers there,” she said, giving a soft laugh. “My friend, Hermione, would definitely approve. She’d be grabbing what she could to save of the books before running too.”

“Not you?”

“If I had a bag of holding and time, yes but I would probably grab items that were necessary and maybe a few sentimental items, especially things that we females can need at times,” she said. “I tend to be the more practical of the three of us.”

“Same,” he replied, chuckling. “I’ve no doubt Kili would be grabbing the more sentimental things after making sure he had his bow and quiver.”

The two laughed for a moment before Fili set himself back on task. They’d discovered shortly after starting sharing dreams that they could manipulate their surroundings. It had taken practice, but both could change the scenery and create items at will. He focused for a moment, pulling an image from his memory, and the figure of a dwarf appeared in front of them with an elf beside him.

“Is that Narvi?”

Something in that dwarf’s appearance made Hari’s heart ache in a strange way. That dark skin and the golden hair felt so familiar, as did the elf at his side. It was like she was staring at an old friend; the laughing eyes were almost as deep a blue as Fili’s, and they were filled with affection and mischief like her friend’s were.

“I know him,” she whispered. She wanted to touch that face, to plead with him not to leave her despite not knowing why.

“Want to know what’s strange? The first time I saw a picture of Celebrimbor, I could swear I knew him too,” Fili shared. “I knew he sweetened his tea with dwarvish whiskey and a dab of honey. He preferred sweets over sour things, and he would steal every biscuit he could get his hands on.”

“Really?”

Strangely enough, Hari recalled an odd argument about stealing biscuits and not eating enough while working. She’d once thought it was because Hermione and Ron were always trying to get her weight to a normal range but apparently, this argument was an older one. Had she been having similar weight issues in her old life?

“Reminds me, how is your godfather?” Fili asked, making Hari tell him about how Sirius was doing since being proven innocent and his secret task to find a possible wife. He laughed when she told him about the list of qualities he had devised and her suspicions he was being too picky so he’d have to stay single.

“Then again, many of the pureblood families are related to the Black family in some way so his only chance of bringing in new blood into the family tree would be by a marriage to a foreign witch or a muggleborn,” she said. “He doesn’t have a problem with marrying a muggleborn, provided he finds one who is willing to work within the traditions of our world and teach their children to embrace both worlds.”

In that way, Sirius was a lot like his disliked forefathers in regards to his wish to keep the traditions of the magical world intact. He was aware there was a huge risk of revealing the magical world to the muggle world. People would start seeing magic as the solution to every single problem and that would mean a lot of danger for magical beings and creatures.

Her greatest fear was the exact opposite of his fears of being exploited by the non-magical world; she knew that most of the muggle religions were intolerant of magic as well as the gods worshiped by the people in the magical world. If their world was exposed, there would be a mass panic by the religious people and every witch, wizard, and magical creature would be hunted down and destroyed. From that point, she could not help but agree with Salazar Slytherin in his fears of witch-hunters.

Hari had spoken to Fili about these fears, saying that she felt that muggleborn witches and wizards should be identified early and brought into the magical world as soon as possible so they could learn about the culture of the world they were to live in. If the parents were abusive or could not tolerate their child’s magic, like what had happened with the Dursleys, then the child should be removed and adopted into a pureblood family. She felt that if the children were taught early, then they would assimilate into the new culture easier and prevent the bigotry between purebloods and the muggleborn. If it didn’t, there was a high risk of that the magical world would destroy itself eventually.

Her dwarf friend had encouraged her to speak to her friends and Sirius about this, and all three had agreed with her that something needed to be done to keep the magical world balanced and prevent exposure. Sirius had gone to the Wizengamot and presented his ideas. Oddly enough, all of the pureblood families agreed with him but the measures were slowed down thanks to Dumbledore and his cronies.

“How is your own family, Fili? Any sign of a possible princess for you,” she teased, ignoring the twisting feeling that surrounded her heart.

“Amad would kill anyone who dared to bring up the idea of an arranged marriage,” the prince said with a smile. “Uncle would be right beside her too; they both want Kili and I to find our Ones and marry for love. It’s not like we have to worry about it right now since we’re not of age yet.

“There’s been some whispers about uncle needing to marry, but he’s refused since he has heirs in my brother and me. We have time since there’s not a lot of rules regarding marriage outside of the courtship rituals and steps to taking a husband or wife. The only thing that is really frowned upon is an age difference of more than forty years between a husband and wife; that’s because of the higher risk to be left as a widow or widower in the best years of their lives.”

Hari nodded, seeing the point of the risks with a big age difference. Losing your life partner before you reached old age would be horrible.

“That’s understandable, but what if the spouse is of a different race? The age difference may not be a problem due to the way some races mature faster,” she asked, shifting position to get comfortable.

“That doesn’t happen too often,” Fili answered. “There’s a bit of wiggle room for that due to the maturity issues.”

She felt a faint smile on her lips. Around them, the dream shape started to fade, a sign of that Hari needed to return to her world. She bade her friend farewell, waking with a sigh before getting ready for the day.

When the witch went downstairs, she found Sirius sitting at the breakfast table, toast held between his teeth as he tried to read the newspaper. He looked up when Hari entered the kitchen. As usual after the dream meetings with Fili, she was a little more tired than she usually was.

“Morning, princess. There is hot tea for you in the teapot,” Sirius greeted, noticing her tiredness with concern.

“Thanks, Sirius.”

Hari had just added a little honey into the tea, pausing when she suddenly spotted the small bottle of muggle whiskey that Sirius had used for adding some flavor in the gravy for the dinner yesterday. Seeing that her godfather was focused on the newspaper again, she quickly added a small amount of whiskey to the tea while pretending to open the honey jar again.

“Well, it’s nearly time to leave for your fifth year at Hogwarts, Hari. With some luck, you won’t make a fool out of yourself in front of someone you may fancy. Your dad was a bit of a love-struck idiot when it came to your mom, and it was worse when we started our fifth year in school. Some things happened that I am not too proud of now that I look back,” Sirius said, almost looking like he wished to go back in time and slap some common sense into his younger self.

Spending twelve years in Azkaban had stunted his emotional development, but Sirius tried his best to be a reasonable adult for his goddaughter. Because she was a teenager and rather mature in her own way helped to create a close bond between them. She helped him adjust to life outside prison, and he helped with the nightmares that came from her past life as well as the confrontations she’d had with Voldemort.

Oddly enough, she had also managed to form a bit of a friendship with the house-elf her godfather had deemed to be insane. He always called her ‘great lady’ and was happy to help her with whatever she needed at that moment. Kreacher served her, and Dobby happily worked for Sirius; the house ran smoothly and was peaceful for them for the most part. The only chaos was when Sirius and Hari engaged in prank wars, but Remus usually ended them by pulling something that the pair couldn’t counter whenever he visited during the chaotic times caused by the two.

“Excited to have your friends come over?”

“I am, yeah,” she answered as she sipped at her tea. “I know I’ve mentioned it before that Ron’s been working a summer apprenticeship with Mr. Ollivander; he’s been enjoying it a great deal. Hermione and I both agree that he’s never written so much in letters before this summer and now, he has loads to say about what he’s done and learned.”

“He’s found a career that he enjoys and will have job security; every witch or wizard needs a wand at least once in their lives,” he told her. “I hope his parents are happy with his decision.”

“Mr. Weasley is ecstatic,” Hari said. “Mrs. Weasley has her heart set on all of her children working for the ministry; so far, only Percy seems to be following her wishes. Truthfully, I can’t see Ron working at a desk or as an auror. The only child she has that doesn’t mind bureaucracy is Percy.”

“From the ones I’ve met, I agree,” he replied. “Each of her children have their own special talents and interests; she’d do well to remember that. While I can understand her wish for them to have good jobs, they are not copies of each other or their father.”

Sirius had been rather impressed with George and Fred and after hearing about their business goals, had agreed to back the twins in opening their shop after graduation on the condition they got good grades on their OWLS and NEWTS as well as ensuring their pranks and products were designed for fun and not humiliation. The twins had promised and scored remarkably well on their OWLS, much to their parents’ pride.

Hermione had stumbled into spell crafting after reading one of the books Sirius had placed in the library, and she’d been in contact with a master spellcrafter after Hari’s godfather had introduced them when he’d found out about her fascination with the subject. The two had been exchanging letters after they’d been introduced and if Hermione did well on her OWLS, she would be working on a summer apprenticeship as well.

The only magical subject Hari found very interesting was runes, which she added to jewelry. It was a surprise to Sirius to find that his goddaughter had a knack for working with jewelry. Oddly enough, she hadn’t required a lot of instruction and he’d converted a room into a workshop for her.

In the back of her mind, she kept comparing it to the workshop she saw in her dreams and knew they weren’t the same. However, it was more than enough to create gifts for those she cared about. It calmed her to be able to work with jewelry in a manner similar to her past life. She never tried to make rings because of what she suspected had lead to her death but creating other kinds of jewelry kept her quite busy. In fact, she had just finished a nice necklace which would look cool on Sirius. Hari would be giving it to him after she engraved runes for protection into it.

“You look tired; did you not sleep well or is it that awful monthly visitor making an appearance,” Sirius wondered, getting ready to plate some breakfast for them.

“Not due for that for another week,” she admitted. “Reminds me, thank you for recommending that healer. The potions she suggested helped a lot last month.”

“That’s part of what being a godfather is,” he said, passing her a plate of eggs, mushrooms, and bacon. “Do the three of you have any plans for the time they’re here?”

“I have an appointment with Croaker tomorrow,” she said, reminding him about the visit with the Unspeakable.

“Oh yes,” he answered, nodding.

He had worked with Hermione and Ron in convincing Hari to finally open up to someone about the reincarnation issue the witch was having. She’d only been convinced in doing this when Croaker had proven himself to be trustworthy when he’d listened and believed her during the interview Fudge had set up so she could speak with him about the Voldemort issue.

“You really think he can help?”

“Unspeakables make a study in odd obscure knowledge,” he answered. “If anyone can figure this out, it’d be him. He’s trustworthy and reliable. Even if he can’t help, he might have suggestions about how to handle the memories returning. You’re spacing out at the worst times, and I’m worried about you.”

The spacing out was happening more and more, and she’d had to pull out of playing quidditch because of it happening a lot during practice and games. Sirius had used his authority to ensure that Gryffindor House didn’t turn on her because of having to quit the team; he’d willingly taken the heat for it, and she loved him more for it.

“I think seeing Voldemort return in front of my very eyes may have triggered something else from my past life. Getting killed by torture is NOT a pleasant way of dying, after all.”

Sirius was far from the only adult who was worried by the way Hari seemed so calm about the fact how she had died violently in her past life. Granted, it belonged in the past but it was still a traumatic thing. He was concerned that she might be repressing a lot of things to get through this, which was unhealthy. If he had a chance to talk to Croaker alone, he would bring up his concerns and ask for advice.

The pair enjoyed their breakfast, passing the time with idle chat as they waited for Hari’s friends to arrive. Sirius hoped that their presence would keep his goddaughter relaxed before school started back up.

Authors’ End Note - You know, I honestly thought I would need to break this into two chapters but I couldn’t find a natural break where I could do it and not throw things off. So you guys get this nice long chapter to read today. Thank you so much for reading, and please let us know what you thought of the chapter. See everyone next time! ~ Laran & Rogercat
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