Okay, last chapter of the volume.
The next volume will be up as its own story just like all the others.
Volume Five though, is not complete.
Four is, and will all go up together.
"But you guys…you were just going to be lookout! Were you seen?" Hermione asked shrilly.
"Don't you see? I saw us…but I thought it was my Dad…didn't even think about the other two. It's okay." Harry said.
"Wow. That's very, very advanced magic." Hermione told us. "To drive away all of those Dementors…there were hundreds of them…"
"I know it's flabbergasting, but we only have forty-five minutes until Dumbledore locks up the Hospital Wing, and we have to be able to get back in before it's locked. So we need to go and get Sirius, and be back. Buckbeak can hold five of us…can't he?" I asked.
Buckbeak seemed to know what I was talking about and got excited.
I smiled. "I'll take that as a yes."
The five of us climbed on and then Chelsea mentioned something.
"Can he hold six?" Chelsea asked. "We have to get Sirius on here too."
I frowned. "Hmm…I don't think so."
"Well, drop me off at the window of the Hospital Wing." Chelsea offered.
I turned to her.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, if anything goes wrong…actually, drop me off in the East Tower. I know that I can't be seen, but I can sneak back. I have a watch, and I know when we need to be there. So just do it…" Chelsea said.
"I'll be with her." Scott said suddenly. "Let me. She's my lil sis and I'll take care of her."
"Okay." I told them.
Chelsea and Scott hopped off of Buckbeak into the East Tower.
"Be careful." I told her.
She smiled. "When am I not?"
I smiled. "Just go…and don't be seen…"
"I know, I know. Leave! Save Sirius okay…" Chelsea told us.
"We'll be fine." Scott assured me as I looked at them one more time.
So we went to the West Tower and unlocked the window in the cell. Sirius was confused but we told him to get onto Buckbeak and come with us. We told him he had to take off on Buckbeak.
"Um…where's my father?" I asked suddenly.
Sirius smiled. "He's going to be with me. Right now he's seeing your mother."
I sighed. "Good...um…okay. You have to get going now."
"How can I ever thank you guys?" Sirius asked.
"GO!" We told him at once. "The Dementors are coming! GO!"
Sirius nodded, and he and Buckbeak took off.
"Guys…we have ten minutes until Dumbledore locks the door! We have to go…NOW!" I told them.
We had to run all the way across the school. Wow. This will be fun. So we heard Snape talking to Fudge and wanted to hit him…so excited that Sirius was going to get his…and then when we got into an empty classroom near the Hospital Wing, I heard scuffling.
"Where's Chelsea?" I asked. "And Scott?"
"Here!" She said.
Hermione and I screamed, but clapped our hands over our mouths.
"Damn it Chelsea!" I told her. "We're supposed to be quiet."
"Not my fault. I didn't ask where I was, you did, and I answered your question." She said.
"She's right." Scott said, laughing.
"Three minutes." Hermione said.
"What happens if we don't make it back in time?" Harry asked.
"I don't want to think about it." I told him. "One minute!"
"I think I hear Dumbledore…let's go." Hermione said.
We crept along the corridor and we saw Dumbledore's back, him telling us that he was going to lock us in. Dumbledore turned around and saw us. A strange smile crept along his mouth.
"Well?" He asked us.
"We did it!" Chelsea said.
"Sirius is gone!" Hermione added.
"And Buckbeak! We saved him!" I told him.
"He's with Sirius." Harry said.
"And our father." Scott added.
"Well done. I think—Yes, I think you've gone too—get inside—I'll lock you in." Dumbledore said after a few moments.
Once in, we saw that Ron was still motionless and unconscious in the bed, and we sighed happily as Hermione tucked the Time-Turner back into her robes. Then Madam Pomfrey came striding in.
"Did I hear the Headmaster leave? Can I treat my patients now?" She asked.
She was in a very bad mood…but oh well. Then we heard yelling coming from Snape…blaming Harry for Sirius' disappearance…who else? They came storming in and Snape was bellowing that it was Harry, and Fudge and Dumbledore told them it was impossible because we had been locked in. Then they all left, and Ron woke up.
"What happened?" Ron groaned. "Harry? Why are we in here? Where's Siruis? Lupin? What's going on?"
We were all eating chocolate, Chelsea on her Hospital bed, same with the rest of us. But we weren't on her bed…we were on our own. We all looked at each other.
"Why doesn't one of you explain?" Harry asked.
I finished swallowing my chocolate. "I'll do it."
I got up and sat on Ron's bed…being careful of his leg…and told him the entire story.
We were all released from the Hospital the next day around noon. We were talking about the events that had happened before, and Ron, Hermione, and I didn't go to Hogsmeade. Then we saw Hagrid, and he mentioned that Lupin resigned.
"What?!?" I turned around and started to freak out. "Sorry guys. I have to go and see him…now."
"I'm coming with you." Harry said.
"If he's already resigned, then it seems like there's nothing we can do." Hermione said.
"He's my Godfather…he can't leave me without so much as a goodbye or something you know? All my father figures leave me…" I said sadly. "Well except Dumbledore…but that's not what I mean."
"Well duh, I'm coming!" Chelsea said.
"And me." Scott added.
The four of us rushed to Lupin's office. His stuff was packed.
"Hello." He said cheerily. "I saw you guys coming."
He pointed to the map, and Chelsea ran to him and hugged him. He returned it, and seemed really sad, but once she let go he returned to packing and she helped him. Scott smiled at Lupin and Lupin returned the smile, both of them obviously way above hugging each other.
"We just saw Hagrid. He said you'd resigned. Is that true?" Harry asked him.
I was just standing by the door. Silent tears…yes, I'm a crybaby.
"I'm afraid it is." Lupin said.
"Why?" I asked finally. "Is this because of Snape? Or the Ministry?"
"Snape let it slip…er…accidentally…that I was a werewolf." Lupin said.
"But you're not leaving because of that?!?" I asked again.
Lupin smiled wryly. "Lana…this time tomorrow the owls arrive from parents telling them how I shouldn't be able to endanger their children. I could have bitten one of you…that can't happen again."
Tears were streaming down my cheeks.
"You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we've ever had!" Harry said. "Please, don't go!"
"From what the Headmaster tells me, you four saved innocent lives last night." Lupin said…he was just changing the subject. "I'm proud of all that you guys have done this year. So about your Patronuses…"
We explained what had happened, though I was being less talkative than normal, so Chelsea and Harry kind of took over.
"Yes. James was always a Stag when he transformed. Hence the name Prongs." Lupin said.
"But what about ours?" Chelsea asked.
"Well, it kind of relays your inner personality." Lupin said.
"Yeah…okay…" I mumbled.
Lupin was saddened by my behavior.
"Look, you guys can have the map back…I'm no longer your teacher, so you can have it. I'm giving it back to you." Lupin told us. "Oh, and Harry, this is yours."
He handed Harry the Invisibility Cloak.
"You mentioned that the makers would have thought it funny to lure me out of the castle." Harry said.
"And I daresay we would have. I would think James disappointed if his son never found ways out of the castle." Lupin smiled.
Then there was a knock on the door and Dumbledore came in.
"Your carriage is here, Remus." He said.
At that point, I couldn't take it anymore. I ran to Lupin and hugged him with all of my might, crying.
"Lana…it's all right. Not like we'll never see each other again." Lupin told me.
"If you don't write I'll track you down." I told him, trying hard to smile now.
Lupin laughed. "I'll write…I promise you that."
I didn't want to let go. "Do you really have to leave?"
Lupin nodded, and I let go reluctantly.
"Why do you all leave?" I asked suddenly.
Then I left. I took off out of the office and sat by the carriage. I needed to apologize before he left, but it hurt, because now two of the three men I loved most in the world would be far away from me, with only letters as a connection. I hugged my knees to me and cried. Then I felt a hand on my head. I looked up and it was Lupin.
"Here's your carriage sir." I told him.
"Lana…do you want to say something?" Lupin asked.
I shook my head. "Nothing except that I'm sorry for that."
"Don't be. You're upset and you have every right to be. I know how difficult this must be for you. All of your father figures. Harry, Scott and Chelsea explained it before I came out to you." Lupin told me.
"But…I'm just being selfish." I smiled and stood up brushing myself off. "Now go and make that speedy getaway that you wanted to. But if I see you again and you leave without a goodbye…or even try it again…mark my words…" I said.
He smiled. "Consider them marked."
I hugged him quickly and he left, and I wiped my tears away and smiled, watching as the carriage went out of sight…then I went back to the Common Room…where I had a good cry on the couch.
The next morning…I just sat in a mopey state. Chelsea had reminded me that Oliver had finished his N.E.W.T.s and was going to go and play for Puddlemere United, a professional Quidditch Team. I would never see him again…I cried again.
In fact, I was crying at the table while everyone else was enjoying themselves. I put my head on the table and refused to touch anything…forget the last feast…I wanted to go and mope around.
Oliver patted my back.
"Lana…be merry!" He said.
I looked up at him and frowned.
"Do you even know why I'm in a bad mood?" I asked him.
He nodded slowly. "Lupin…your father…"
"You." I said, and put my head back down on the table.
Oliver brushed my hair out of my face.
"Lana…sit up." Oliver said.
I put my hair back in my face. "Noperz."
"Lana…sit up." Oliver said again, only softer this time.
I shook my head. "Nope."
Oliver kissed my cheek after moving my hair out of my face again. I sat up and turned to him.
"You—if you don't write—I will hurt you." I said calmly. "I'll hunt you down…"
Oliver smiled. "Come on now, of course I'll write."
"Good." I said.
He handed me a cupcake. "Eat it."
"Why?" I asked taking it slowly.
"Because…I want you too…"
I raised my eyebrows slowly, but took a bite of it. There was a piece of paper in it. I pulled it out of my mouth and laughed. I opened it and it read:
I beamed. "So what happened…both times?"
Oliver sighed. "You."
I blushed. "Wow. So I should feel guilty…why don't I?"
Oliver smiled. "I don't know…but Alicia broke it off the first time…me the second time…so yeah…"
"Ah. And Puddlemere United will have a lovely new Keeper." I changed the subject.
He nodded. "Yeah…they will."
"You'll get to play against Viktor Krum…" I told him.
Oliver nodded. "Yeah…and I was hoping you could come to the World Cup with me next year…"
I was about to scream…jump out of my chair…dance around…like a ritual dance or something…but…I didn't. I was about to…but I didn't. Instead, I kissed his cheek swiftly, beaming.
"Totally!" I said loudly, but quietly enough that only the table heard me.
And then came the train ride to the station.
"Hey, I'll call you guys this summer…first I'll check with Mum and Dad. I know how to use the fellytone now." Ron said.
"A telephone Ron. Honestly, you should take Muggle Studies next year." Hermione smiled.
Ron ignored her.
"It's the Quidditch World Cup this summer! How about it? You guys could all come with me and see it! Dad can usually get tickets from work." Ron said.
"Me Mum too." I told them.
And then a very hyper owl hit our window, and we let him in…he was holding a letter addressed to Harry, and one to me…they were from Sirius! Harry read his out loud first:
I hope this finds you before you reach your aunt and uncle.
I don't know whether they're used to owl post.
Buckbeak and I are in hiding…along with Sam. I won't tell you where, in
Case this owl falls into the wrong hands. I have some doubt
About his reliability, but he is the best I could find, and he did
Seem eager for the job.
I believe the Dementors are still searching for me, but they
Haven't hope of finding me here. I am planning to allow some
Muggles to glimpse me soon, a long way from Hogwarts, so
That the security on the castle will be lifted.
There is something I never got around to telling you
During our brief meeting. It was I who sent you the
"Ha!" Hermione said. "See! I told you it was from him!"
"But it wasn't jinxed was it?" Ron asked. "Ouch!"
I laughed as the owl nipped his finger…though it seemed that the owl thought it was affectionately. Harry continued to read:
Crookshanks took the order to the Owl Office for me. I used
Your name but told them to take the gold from my own
Gringotts vault. Please consider it as thirteen birthdays' worth
Of presents from your godfather.
I would also like to apologize for the fright I think I gave
You that night last year when you left your uncle's house. I had
Only hoped to get a glimpse of you before starting my journey
North, but I think the sight of me alarmed you.
I am enclosing something for you, which I think will
Make your next year at Hogwarts more enjoyable.
If you ever need me, send word. Your owl will find me.
I'll write again soon.
Harry pulled out a piece of parchment that gave him permission to visit Hogsmeade.
"Hang on, there's a P.S…" Harry said.
I thought your friend Ron might like to keep this owl, as it's
My fault he no longer has a rat.
"Keep him?" Ron asked, as he picked up the owl and showed him to Crookshanks. "What do you reckon? Definitely an owl?" He asked Crookshanks.
Crookshanks purred loudly.
"Read yours." Harry said happily.
"Okay." I told it.
The letter read:
I'm sorry about scaring you when I became human in
Front of you. I know it startled you, but I also realized
That Sam and Marcia have done a good job with you.
Thanks for believing me even when no one else did.
You really don't know how much that meant to me.
I had a talk with Lupin, who misses you, and your father
Talks about you, your brother and your sister all the time.
We're all proud of you. Keep a close eye on your
Friends. With you around, I trust they're in good
Hands. Oh, Monkey will send letters too, but
You know with the circumstances that it will be
Very few letters…I'm sorry. But have a good summer,
And I promise I'll keep in touch.
I brushed a tear away. "Mr. Monkey is so dead…well thought to be."
They laughed with me, and then we got to the station. Chelsea, Scott and I said goodbye to Ron and Hermione—and Scott let go of Katie's hand as he said goodbye to her—and we went to our mother, who was waiting for us to tell her everything having heard things from our father. I had avoided Vernon's eyes, hoping that he wouldn't recognize me, but he was eyeing Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, since my mother knew how to blend in. This summer would be wonderful…