Ivy's magic;book 3; the forbidden forest

The memory book

Ivy left the office, thinking. She couldn't tell moony, at least not at the moment, he was living underground with werewolves until Christmas. Ivy doubted that he would've brought Sirius along underground. Ivy knew that Moony had one of the 4 way mirrors that Ivy used to talk to Sirius for most of last year.

Maybe moony left it at his house, maybe she would be able to tell Sirius about it. She shook her head, no, she told herself, I can tell them at Christmas. She walked into her dorm and was relieved to see Marie there, with a piece of parchment and completing her transfiguration homework. She looked up as Ivy came in. "I have some stuff to tell you." Ivy said, getting dressed into her nightgown. She began to tell Marie about what she had seen.

"You have to tell Lupin" Marie said after a moment's of stunned silence. Ivy looked over at her trunk, thinking about the mirror. "I can't. Moony's doing something for the Order right now." Marie looked out the window at the lake, thinking for a moment. Eventually she returned to her homework without another word.

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"Harry please stop avoiding me!" Ivy called as Harry made another attempt to avoid her by ducking through a door pretending to be a wall.

"Go away Ivy" he said, turning to face her angrily.

"This is about Sirius isn't it?" She asked, looking at him with pity. "I miss him to. But you can't avoid me because of it. You aren't the only one who has lost parents because of voldemort, your not the only one that gets followed by stares and whispered because of a scar on your face. I lost Sirius just as you did. He was the last living family I had." Of course he wasn't dead, but Harry couldn't know he was alive, Voldemort targeted him a lot more than he targeted her and she didn't want Sirius to actually get killed.

The anger in his face lessened and he looked at her. "I'm sorry, you just remind me of him a bit. I don't really want to think about him." Ivy rolled her eyes and looked at him. "I made some pensive if you need to get a few things off your mind." She said. He looked at her questioningly.

Moments later, they were sitting at a table in the library. Ivy with her wand and pensive, Harry with a bit of parchment so he could write down the spell you used to pull your memories. "Memoria" she said, and a strand of silver memory latched itself on the end of her reed and dragon heartstring wand. Madam pince, the vulture like librarian, seemed to have apparated behind Ivy, and it startled her. She dropped the memory onto the piece of parchment, and words came spreading onto the parchment like an ink spill. Harry looked at her, bewildered, As she picked up the parchment .

Harry walked to the Defence against the dark arts classroom, sulking. Hermione was still the only person who managed to do the nonverbal spells that they were told to do in so many classes. Snape sneered as Harry walked in. "Your late again, Potter." He said, "that will be ten points from gryffindor

Ivy read the parchment again, then handed it to Harry. He read it himself, and finished, looking stunned. "Do you think this is how Lockhart wrote his books?" She asked Harry. "Maybe" He replied. They spent some time putting memories on parchment before Ivy had an Idea. "Harry?" She began cautiously, Harry was like a volcano, who could explode if you said the wrong thing. "Would it be ok, if we put your years at hogwarts, into books." She asked. He gave her a look and she quickly said, "only if you want to, It would only be me reading them." He considered her for a second, seemed to think over an Idea, and nodded. "I'll do it later, The library closes in about 45 minutes. I'll do it, only if you promise to only show people like Moony. I trust him, but nobody else." Ivy nodded packed up her now finished homework, and left for the common room.