Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Trinity ❯ Never a dull moment at the Burrow ( Chapter 2 )

Trinity was met with gasps as she entered the room. Hermione jumped to her feet, the book she had been reading falling to the floor with a thud. Quickly, she grabbed a towel from her suitcase and began to dry Trinity's hair, at least until Trinity laughed and took over it herself.

“Arigato Hermione-Chan.”

“ What happened to you Trinity? You look frozen!” Exclaimed Hermione.

“ I was waiting for Mr. Lupin-San.”

“ I didn't know he was coming.” Commented Ginny from the other side of the room.

“ He didn't tell anyone.” Said Trinity pleasantly. “ I just had a feeling he was so I waited.”

“ Trinity do you have any idea what that big bang downstairs was?” Asked Hermione.

“ Didn't anyone tell you Hermione?” Said Ginny with an air of sarcasm “ My brothers Fred and George are home for the holidays.” Ginny sent a look of questioning towards Trinity who nodded in response.

“ Fred-San and George-San blew up the living room. Or at least that's what Mr. Weasley-San said.”

“ Doesn't surprise me.” Said both Ginny and Hermione in unison.

“ I had found it odd that they hadn't caused any big calamity yet.” Said Ginny. “I thought they were losing their touch.”

“ What's the Order's headquarters like?” Trinity asked shyly.

“ It's a dingy little creepy house in London with a ton of enchantments on it, why do you want to know.” Answered Ginny rather bluntly.

“ Uhhhhhhh no reason. I was just curious.” Trinity lied nervously. She had been forbidden to tell Hermione, Ginny, Ron or any other friends that she was in the Order. Lupin had told her that he would tell them when it came time to do so.

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Trinity closed her eyes and tilted her head back in the steaming water. She could almost feel her body-which was like ice before- melting into the comforting warmth. As was her habit she felt her mind start to fill with thought. That was how she used times like this and when she was waiting patiently for Remus to come. She just let herself think and try to answer the many questions that plagued her. The first thought that came to mind now was about her impending visit to Grimauld Place. She could tell quite easily that it was not about giving a report. She could feel the tension of Lily Potter when they told her when they were going. This was going to be about Harry.

Trinity also felt very odd about going there. Though she had never been there before she felt as if she hated the place. It felt like a cage. A cage of iron bars placed an impossible-to-get-through distance apart. She felt bored to death and useless and also like she could do nothing to stop it. Trinity vaguely realized these feelings were not her own. Unlike anytime before however, she couldn't figure out whom these emotions belonged too. The hate was as deep as a bottomless pit and far too complex for her to comprehend. It seemed to stretch forever across the boundaries of her mind and it was this intensity that hindered her as such that she could not pinpoint the exact owner. It made her stomach sick and it made her whole body shake. She pushed herself unsteadily to her feet and cautiously stepped onto the mat near the side of the tub. She promptly pulled the plug so the water would drain. Trinity and after drying any excess water on the floor, dressed quickly in her pajamas after drying off and silently left the room.

An insistent tapping on the hallway window attracted her attention when she was halfway down the hall. She could see what had caused the tapping easily. A snowy-white owl clutching two letters in her talons pecked at the glass so someone would know to let her in.

She opened the window so Hedwig could perch on her out stretched arm. She could easily predict whom the letters were for and surely enough when she looked at the names on the envelopes it was “Ron Weasley” and “Hermione Granger” written across them. Sighing at this new task assigned to her she set out to find the wayward couple. It proved fairly easy to find them however seeing as not ten minutes after she got the letters she came upon them in a lip-locked embrace outside the room Ginny, Hermione and herself were inhabiting. Flushing bright red she cleared her throat as obviously as she could and as expected, the pair looked up and wasted no time mimicking the color of the blush still adorning Trinity's cheeks. Surprisingly Ron was the first to notice Hedwig and the two letters and he eagerly made his way over to Trinity and thanked her as she handed him his letter. Hermione walked the short distance over to receive her letter as well.

“ What!” Ron exclaimed before Hermione could even open her letter.

“ Is something wrong?” Asked Trinity.

“ Harry's at Saint Mungo's!!”

“ What! Is he all right?” Cried Hermione.

“ Yeah, he says it wasn't anything serious.” Ron answered

“ If it wasn't anything serious he wouldn't be in Saint Mungo's” Snapped Hermione.

“ And considering that it's Harry, one wonders about the meaning of `It wasn't anything serious'.” Murmured Trinity.

“ What else does he say Ron?” Asked Hermione figuring what was in Ron's letter was pretty much the same as what was in hers.

“ Just, he wrote because he figured we'd worry if he didn't respond to our letters and not to worry he's fine really and if Trinity comes to stay at my house, say `hi' for him.”

“ We'll have to ask your dad if we can go with him to see him tomorrow, seeing as we haven't passed our apparation test yet and he'll be going to the ministry anyway.” Said Hermione.

Trinity was left once again with the feeling she was talking to an old married couple.

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Trinity once again kicked her bed covers down only to pull them back up. If someone were to enter the room they would witness the usually silent girl tossing and turning frantically and clutching the covers as if she were drowning in her nightmare, all the time crying out in her sleep though not loudly enough to wake the more peacefully sleeping girls in the room. It went on for several minutes until the girl let out one last cry and sat up holding her knees as she shivered and trembled while the few stray tears caused by her nightmare slid down her cheeks, her body aching as if a monster from the dream world had pounded it. Though in reality it was a spirit detaching itself from her senses if only for a little while.

Sirius watched her from the hall, a benefit of being a ghost was the ability to see through walls as well as walk through them. He drifted down the stairs, down another hallway and into a room where a very similar scene was taking place. Though when Remus Lupin sat up shaking weakly he had the fortune of being severely shocked again when he spotted his old friend floating in a seated position just above the end of the bed, the ghostly blue glow once again illuminating his form.

“Padfoot old friend you're going to have to warn me next time you do that.”

“ Why would you need warning for such a pleasant surprise?” Answered Sirius with his usual smug sense of humor.

“ I will admit last time you showed up at the end of my bed it was a pleasant surprise.” Laughed Remus.

“ What were you dreaming about?”

“ You know damn well what I was dreaming about.” Lupin almost growled.

“ Heh I can guess, now wipe that frown off your face before I have to come over there and turn it upside down.”

“ Sirius you're a ghost.”

“ Well spotted.” Said Sirius and he glared at the blue glow around himself.

“ What happened to “Just another adventure to be seized”?

“ Sometimes it's a damn boring adventure.” Mumbled Sirius before he promptly turned into a dog and snuggled up to Lupin's feet, to which Lupin gave a mock dog whine.

“ Oh very funny.” grumbled Sirius this time speaking to Lupin through his mind.

“ You old snuggle hound you.” Remus laughed.

“ Shut up.”

“ You lap dog.”

“ I said shut up.”

“ You pamper puppy.”

“ Don't make me come up there.”

“ What was your name? Snuffles wasn't it?”

“ God forbid I ever share a bed with you again.”

“ Night Mr. Snuffles.”

“ GOODNIGHT Moony.”

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“ Spell Damage, fourth floor, I believe Mr. Potters in the room 212.” Said the witch behind the reception desk at St.Mungo's. “We've had a time keeping other patients out of his room.”

“ Why would they want to go in his room?” Asked Ron incredulously.

“ Autographs and being able to meet him and such. He's a famous young man. We get the same thing with Gilderoy Lockhart a lot.”

Though St.Mungo's was obviously less decorated then the last time they were there, it hadn't changed much. They were able to find Harry's room rather simply. One seems to gain a rather good sense of direction if they went to school at a castle whose hallways and staircases changed direction on their own whim. Several pillows propped up Harry and other then the presence of a rather large bandage he seemed completely fine.

“Oh Harry!” Hermione cried as she flung himself upon him in a hug.

“ What did you do to yourself this time?” Stated Ron rather bluntly.

“ You Know Who has some new powerful friends. I was hit with a curse that caused a big wound and hence I ended up here.” Harry said quietly with disdain.

“ Giants? Demetors? Or Inferi?” Murmured Hermione.

“ I said new FREINDS. I'll tell you at the meeting later today…well after the meeting.”

“ But Harry-San you're still hurt!” Trinity cried.

“ Oh hi Trinity, don't worry my wounds almost healed. The hospital said I could go home today anyway.” As he promptly glared at his friends, obviously Trinity would have heard what they were talking about and he hadn't seen her before because Hermione and Ron had been in front of her.

“ Don't worry Harry-san, I'm uhhh in the Order.”

“ WHAT!” Harry and Ron bellowed in a rather unquiet manner.

“ Well I kind of expected it since…” Hermione began.

“ We all know you knew Hermione, but why? What do you do?” Asked Harry.

“ I'm not supposed to before the meeting. Mr.Lupin san told me not to.”

“ To not what?” asked Ron.

“ To not show you what I can do.”

“ What's the big deal? You're only our age; it can't be that amazing and besides why do you listen to Lupin so much anyway? He's not your dad.” Prompted Ron.

“ He's as good as.” Said Trinity softly, “Actually he's better.” Needless to say that shut Ron up, for a few seconds…

“ But.”

“ We can all find out at the meeting you three.” Commented Remus Lupin quietly from the door, a slightly brighter smile on his face then usual.

“ Mr.Lupin-San! I didn't know you were coming to get us!” Trinity exclaimed even more enthusiastically then usual is short she was really frickin glad for the interruption.

“ Well Arthur's at work and you knew I was coming here anyway, I just left a little later because I ….uh slept in.” Answered Lupin weakly. Trinity caught on quickly, it was hard not to seeing as the reason they were both not feeling so great was only two days away.

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Slowly, one by one the members of the Order walked into number twelve Grimauld place. As they each went by Trinity felt weaker and weaker. The sensation of drowning in the feeling of boredom and uselessness was back again though this time because she was standing in front of the cursed place it had multiplied tenfold. When it finally became their turn she could barely walk, but she kept her head up and tried to do so anyway. On pure mind-over-matter she managed to make it inside the door. The hallway was crowded with people and something was screaming vile curses, she became dizzier and dizzier as the sights around her fluttered into her eyes. As if in slow motion she finally lost her footing and fell to the ground. She heard people gathering around her but her vision was blurring as slowly she lost the ability to think and surrendered her mind to the darkness.