Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏. . . 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒂!
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Scratching of pens and humming was the only sounds you could hear at midnight on Sunday in the common room. Only Hermione, Ron, and Harry were up along with Crooks who was sprawled on Hermione's lap. Hermione had her Walkman on and was gazing at the fire enthralled, as she let her eyes droop. Harry and Ron were doing their homework at one of the tables.
Suddenly Hermione blinked and she did a double-take on the fireplace, as the flames changed shape, and, in moments, both she and Harry had slid off their seats and were crouched down next to the fireplace.
"Why—er—Why are you two down there?" Ron asked uncertainly.
"Because I've seen Sirius's head in the fire," said Harry.
"Hey, dad!" Hermione smiled at the face of her father on the fire, that just appeared. Sirius smiled at her and then at the two other boys.
"I was starting to think you'd go to bed before everyone else had disappeared," he said. "I've been checking every hour."
"You've been popping into the fire every hour?" Harry said, half-laughing.
"Just for a few seconds to check if the coast was clear yet."
"Did anyone see you?" Hermione grinned at him.
"Well, I think a girl—first year by the look of her—might've got a glimpse of me earlier, but don't worry," Sirius said hastily, as Hermione clapped a hand to her mouth, trying not to laugh at the thought. "I was gone the moment she looked back at me and I'll bet she just thought I was an oddly shaped log or something."
"Aw. That's a shame. . . ."
"This was the only way I could come up with of answering Harry's letter without resorting to a code—and codes are breakable," said Sirius.
"You sent Sirius a letter?" Ron asked accusingly, "You didn't say anything!"
"I forgot," said Harry.
"Anyway, we'd better be quick, just in case we're disturbed—your scar," said Sirius steering the conversation back on track.
"What about—?" Ron began, but Hermione said quickly, "Tell you later. Go on, dad."
"Well, I know it can't be fun when it hurts, Harry, but we don't think it's anything to really worry about. It kept aching all last year, didn't it?"
