Finding The Way {A Harry Potter FanFiction}

Chapter 29: Who You Love, And Who You Have

Helloooooooo people!

Well, I'm posting again. Not a whole lot to say.

I wanted to wait to see if I could get those last vote and comment, but, I just wanted to get something up, 'cause I might not be able to post for awhile. It's a bit of a filler chapter, kinds building up to some bigger things... ;)

Anyhoo, I'm going to say 30 votes, 20 comments! Hehe...

I want to let all the people who gave me ideas for what Draco had to do know that I REALLY APPRECIATE ALL THE HELP! I'd name names, I really would, but I used parts of so many ideas, along with my own I'm not sure I could really say where I got what. So, if you see your ideas in this chapter, I'm giving YOU the credit right  now!

And, I'm still struggling a bit with writers block! AND- when I finally get an idea, it's when I should be studying for a BIG geomatry test I have in a few days. So, any ideas/imput would be really appretaited.

 

Well, here's the chapter! And wish me luck on my test!

~Christianne

 

Leo POV

I fell onto the sofa in the common room, and ran a hand through my hair in shock from the information I’d just heard.

“Really?” I asked, looking at Hermione who was next to me on the sofa, and Ron and Harry who’d taken the two chairs. They all nodded sadly, Hermione about to cry. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees, and rested my face in my hands as I tried to think of what I could do.

“We can’t tell her.” I said into them, referring Phoenix.

After we had gotten back from Hogsmead, Harry had run into Snape. ‘Someone’ had told him that us three where in Hogsmead. Well, we where, but the poor-loser that he is went off and told Snape. I was considering going easy on him, but now, son-of-a-bitch was gonna be in his own little personalized, Leo White designed, hell. He would probably have gotten expelled had it not been for Lupin and Trinket intervening. He did get the map confiscated though, we (By we, I mean Harry, Ron, Phee and myself, not Hermione) where all mourning the loss of that, it was what happened after that, that I was concerned about telling Phoenix.

She’d been a bit on edge the last few days. There was more and more talk about Sirius Black around school. People where writing to their parents, and telling what they got back. Stories about him in school, how awful he was to everyone (Except to girls, I guess I had to get my charm from somewhere…even if it was from him), and, basically, that it was no surprise that a Black Sorted into Gryffindor would end up killing someone.

I was numb to the whole thing. As far as I could be concerned, he, and mum, lost any right to attempt to be parents the second Sirius Black left to go kill 13 people, and Waverly Trinket-Or should I say Black?- left me and Phoenix on the door step of and orphanage. They may be responsible for me and Phee being here, but they have no right to come back into our lives.

Phoenix on the other hand, was too caught up in the whole idea of it. Two children finding their parents after 13 years. One breaking out of prison just to find them and be together, a happy ending with rainbows and unicorns. What people where saying was like twisting the knife already plunged into her heart. She was asleep now, after crying for a good half an hour. She’d been holding it in, and that wasn’t good for her. So, I said some things I shouldn’t have, then asked Hermione to go up to the girls dorms and make sure she was ok. I felt terrible about it. I didn’t want to make my baby sister cry, I was supposed to protect her, not make her cry. Even if it was for her own good.