Melanie Rosen: Year 5 (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter 18 Flamed Conversations

Chapter 18

Flamed Conversations

My aunt and uncle took me to the Black Manor. They had an Order meeting and I was to practice spells in a spare room during that time.

We used Floo Powder to travel. When we arrived I saw Mr. and Mrs. Weasley along with Sirius Black on the sofa.

"Well, if it isn't our most infamous rebel," Sirius proclaimed with a wink. "Way to make a stand against a corrupt ministry."

I smiled but Aunt Becky said, "We're not praising her for getting expelled, Sirius."

I leaned over and whispered to Sirius, "They didn't exactly punish me either, you know."

He chuckled as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood up.

"Everyone's already in the room, ready," Mr. Weasley said.

"Right," Uncle Richard said, holding out his arm for Aunt Becky to walk beside him.

She first said to me, "Melanie, there's a room right across from us where you can practice your spells. Perhaps after the meeting you can show everyone how far you've come along."

"Or maybe I can go to the meeting?" I suggested with a shrug. "I got expelled from school anyway so may as well, right?"

She looked at me in disbelief and shook her head. "That's how it works, Melanie."

Sirius laughed and tapped my arm. "Come now, I think I'll sit this meeting out. You kids are so eager to go, but you know, some of them are dreadfully dull. Besides, I want to see what my godson's been teaching you."

I grinned and followed him in the other room.

For the next hour, I showed him everything we worked on, starting with basic disarming spells and ending with the Patronus charm.

"It took me forever to get it down," I said, slithering my snake along the wall.

"It's a very advanced charm," Sirius pointed out with a nod. "A lot of witches and wizards older than you can't do it."

"That makes me feel a little better," I said with a sigh. "For a while I thought I couldn't feel happiness like regular people."

Sirius took a seat on a small couch pushed against the wall and patted for me to sit next to him.

"Anyone can feel happy," he said with a sigh. "I think true happiness is just more complicated for some people. There's nothing wrong with that."

I nodded with a smile, feeling more as ease. I then asked, "Sirius, remember how you talked to us through the fireplace in our common room? Do you think you can teach me how to do that?"

He looked at me, intently, as though to see how serious I was. I kept my own eyes on him in certain.

He finally sighed and said, "I suppose it would be hypocritical of me to say no. I don't know how your aunt and uncle would feel about it. As long as you're careful, I don't see the harm."

"I will be," I assured him.

"I'm sure my godson would be happy to see you but it might not be possible..." He went on to explain, "It is a rather simple charm, but it only works if the other side isn't blocked. I'm afraid last time I tried to contact you all I could not get through."

"Umbridge," I muttered, darkly, but insisted, "It doesn't surprise me she blocked the Gryffindor common room but she might not have blocked every fireplace."

He raised his eyebrow. "I guess the one you're trying to get a hold of isn't my godson, is it?"

"I would want to talk to him, too," I told him, "but you said that's impossible. But there's a chance Umbridge might not have blocked the fireplace in the Slytherin common room. She favors them... well, most of them."