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[After she wakes from her dream and makes it, limping, back to Hogsmeade to hide in someone's shed. Early Wednesday morning. Handwriting almost impossible to read.]

Who was the married couple?


[Draco M]
[Added after this.]

Draco, dear. I can rely on you to keep yourself and your mother safe, can't I? Through whatever might come? Before anyone else?

[After learning about the most recent HP news, Harry reacts...like this! Visible only to James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black and Draco Malfoy]

Hold me back. Merlin help me, hold me back. If it's Voldemort, and if he comes after any of you, hold me back, because I don't know what I'll do this time around. I thought I was done with it all, that I'd finally killed the man...though he changes it after a moment... bastard. And this starts up again. Hold me back, because I'm tempted to go straight to the Ministry with this. To make sure they know this time that Tom Riddle is Voldemort and that he's back. Because last time? They didn't believe me, not even when Cedric died in front of me. He died in front of me, and they didn't believe me when I said it was HIM. They only believed after Dumbledore...[Harry trails off, though there's spots of ink on the page, like he was visibly trying to control his reaction to everthing.]

[Added in later, almost as an afterthought, but it's once Harry finally calms down a bit to properly react]

Narcissa? Please tell me this isn't the work of Bellatrix. Not after I stood up on her behalf. First they go after those who look like myself, and my friends. Then someone...I'm hoping to hell wasn't my mother. I don't know if this is the work of Voldemort directly. I don't...he never did anything really like this himself. Usually sent his croonies after them.

[Notably not as Tom R, but as Voldemort.]

To whom do I owe Are you all enjoying the show?

[After this.]

Are we making an effort to bring notice to our poor decision making skills?

[Draco, after this]

Draco, keep me from doing something stupid, would you? Because right now? I'm more livid than I've been in a long time.

Scrawled on parchment messily, after this: [Public]
What a show of skill, an attack on the defenseless, and a need hex them into allowing your name to dirty their mouths. You certainly have a way with people.

[Locked to MPP + Lily P]
Hell. We need to move fast.

[Locked to Harry P]
Are you safe?

[Locked to Narcissa B]
Tell me your sister was not behind this.

[Private message to Draco Malfoy]

Hi, Draco. Free soon? I've been reading up on potions, though I'm only good at them because of Snape's book. And my dad's going to try to start up the Order again. Not sure...if I like that idea much, to be honest. I'm really not sure. I think I might sign on for the next Auror class after all. Maybe. I'm not certain yet, but I want to do something with my life besides just be a political figure for everyone.

I hate to even ask what is going on out there.

{Rose]
Where have you been? I've tried to contact you before.

[Mum]
Where are you staying? I've got our space. I've also obtained more keys to our vault at Gringotts so you will not be without access.

{Severus]
Are you getting on alright? I'm sure you have felt a bit off since your arrival.

There is a space just off the strip. I'm not sure what sort of business it used to be, but it is large and fairly open. It would make a nice shop, or a nice gallery of sorts. I think I will pick it up and work on a business from the ground up instead of acquiring an already established one. It's time to do something while I am here. It fills the extra time, other than spending it all at Passages. My headmate has been a bit restless lately.

[Trystan]
Where are you, and more importantly how are you? I miss you, which I know isn't your cup, but it is still very true.


{Lin]
Thanks for the talk awhile back.

Another month of this two people one body and I'm going to run mad.

[James, Lily, Remus.]

What's for dinner?

So...

I think I have found an apothecary shop to purchase, or we can start our own. It is in the most damaged section of Diagon Alley, but it is being rebuilt and is nearly ready to reopen. Unfortunately, much of the supplies were damaged in the war, so I will need to restock, but as they say, Location, Location, Location.

{Mum}
So now you know. I hadn't heard from you, but Harry told me that you know.

It shouldn't feel this good to finally be grounded. I'm rather relieved, actually.

[Narcissa Black]

Thank you. I don't know what your true intentions were with that announcement of mine, and I'm certain I more than upset some people, but I'm rather used to that. That I can handle. But I'm actually...for the first time in a long while, I feel like I actually have a family. One that will step in and take the burden off my shoulders for a change.

Er, are you free...perhaps this weekend? I'm grounded for that announcement, but maybe you can work out a day and time to meet with my dad and Mum and Draco, too.

[After this:] I am most certainly not a fan of the new approach. Is this what constitutes a programme in the present?

[After a double-shift in almost two weeks of long shifts with no day off. And yes, she realizes the irony of recently lecturing someone about the importance of taking days off. Early morning after she gets shorted on her percentage of the money she brought in.]

Fuck this. I'm not doing this any more. This is fucking Las Vegas, there has to be some other shitty stage that I can shake my ass on for cash.

SWF, tattooed, ISO strip club that doesn't dick me out of what I've earned, doesn't short-staff every shift ever, and gives me a fucking day off once in a while.

[Draco Malfoy]

Hi, Draco. You've been quiet lately, since we last talked. What's up?
[/Draco]

[Sirius]

...I've really said hi to everyone else except for you, Sirius. I guess you probably know everything, based on what I've heard from Remus and Da...and James. Um. I'm glad you're here. I know that sounds weird and strange, but to me...I'm really glad to see you here again.
[/Sirius]

[Narcissa Black]

Hello, Narcissa. Or Miss Black. I'm not sure which you'd prefer, but I'm guessing it's probably not Mrs. Malfoy, which is how I know you. I don't know how much you know about things that will come to be for the lot of you, but since I've been told that you're friendly with my father, I don't think he's very good at keeping secrets. Um. I think, maybe, we should all meet in person, Draco included.

[Private to James Potter]

I need to tell you something. Something you probably won't like. It's about her, Bellatrix. I...I don't know exactly how to tell you, either.
[/end private]

[Private to Draco Malfoy]

Draco, keep me far away from your aunt, got it?]

[/end]

[Added in after the first two comments from James, message to Lily Evans and Remus Lupin]

Um. hi. I have...news that I want to share with James, but I...don't know how he'll react to it. It's not nice or good news, that's for certain. It's to do with Bellatrix.
[/end]

[Locked to Lily E P]

I am sorry for the other day.

[Public]

What an interesting group of people we've seemed to have gathered. There are some, however, I could do without.

[As Bellatrix B.]

My dearest talking book,

I seem to have misplaced a number of things that I hope you can see returned to me. The list is as follows:

-My family
-Our home
-My intended betrothed
-My belongings
-My name, as it currently appears to be anathema to most with whom I have spoken

In exchange, I have received this thing [frustrated inkblotch] in my head that is beyond any measure of disgusting I had yet to experience in my life. I fear I must demand a solution for this immediately.

Most sincerely yours,
Bella

[Public as Draco M.]
I've really had better days.

[Locked to Harry P]
Where have you been? We need to talk and we need to meet with these people.

Oh, and Mum is here. She's young but she remembers.

Now the added bonus, I think Tom R might be the Dark Lord HIM, at least if those books are correct. Those bloody things may be useful after all.

[Locked to Rose]
How is the Henry situation? Just tell me about something other than all this shite.

[In black ink calligraphy. As Tom R.]

So peaceful. So quiet. The calm after the storm, is it not?