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- Make commas italic when associated with Harry's all-italic internal thoughts, non-italic in most other cases such as after incantations.

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             <p>“And don’t you forget it!” Ginny added, pausing to buff her nails on the front of her t-shirt. Harry was amused to hear her sparring verbally with the twins. He didn’t remember her ever putting them in their places before her fourth year. Or was it that she hadn’t felt comfortable doing so in front of him? Harry reminded himself that comparing her too much to the ‘old Ginny’ could be a bad thing.</p>
             <p><em>Don’t question,</em> he told himself, <em>just accept.</em></p>
             <p>Harry helped set the table as Molly turned the sausages over. She was funny about accepting too much help in the kitchen. Setting and clearing the table was one thing, but if he didn’t beat her to the kitchen, Harry usually wasn’t allowed to do much of the actual cooking.</p>
-            <p><em>Of course there are exceptions to every rule</em>, he thought as a knock came at the door.</p>
+            <p><em>Of course there are exceptions to every rule,</em> he thought as a knock came at the door.</p>
             <p>“I’ll watch these,” he volunteered as Molly turned toward the door. He hoped she didn’t look at the clock and spoil things.</p>
             <p>Harry leaned back to watch her progress through the sitting room to the front door. Ron and the twins were still laughing and drinking pumpkin juice, but he noticed Ginny eyeing him curiously.</p>
             <p>Molly opened the door a crack, then let out a gasp. Her sons looked up from the table as she threw the front door open. “Bill!” she cried happily.</p>
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             <p>Remus, however, wore a bittersweet smile. “James would have been proud,” he said sadly. Molly looked scandalized at that.</p>
             <p>“Well, whoever is keeping Sirius locked up is clearly circumventing the law,” Harry replied. “I think we should consider bending a few rules to get him out.”</p>
             <p>Harry went upstairs and retrieved the rough draft of the letter to Rita he’d been working on. While the adults had some input on the wording, Ron and Ginny mainly supplied moral support.</p>
-            <p>Harry wasn’t sure why he wanted them there, but he did know that he didn’t want to be keeping secrets from his friends. He’d learned that lesson the hard way. Harry had secrets kept from him, ‘for his own good’, and he’d also shut his friends out ‘for their own good’. In the end, those good intentions had led everyone straight to hell. <em>No one can really tell someone else what’s good for them</em>, he mused. <em>I need to make my own decisions and let them make theirs. As soon as they all master Occlumency, no more bloody secrets.</em> The thought was both frightening and liberating. And if the twins became more than just business partners in this timeline, he’d have to include them as well.</p>
+            <p>Harry wasn’t sure why he wanted them there, but he did know that he didn’t want to be keeping secrets from his friends. He’d learned that lesson the hard way. Harry had secrets kept from him, ‘for his own good’, and he’d also shut his friends out ‘for their own good’. In the end, those good intentions had led everyone straight to hell. <em>No one can really tell someone else what’s good for them,</em> he mused. <em>I need to make my own decisions and let them make theirs. As soon as they all master Occlumency, no more bloody secrets.</em> The thought was both frightening and liberating. And if the twins became more than just business partners in this timeline, he’d have to include them as well.</p>
             <p>It was getting late by the time they’d all given their input on the letter. Molly was still hesitant about using the venomous reporter, but agreed Rita could be a good backup if everything else failed. Then she shooed them off to bed after Remus departed with a promise to keep in touch by owl.</p>
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             <p>“I think,” Hermione said carefully, her eyes roving from person to person, “we should all think about this, a little, before we ask our questions. If Mr. and Mrs. Weasley know about Ginny, they are probably frantic by now – and maybe the professors know that we’re missing as well.”</p>
             <p>Harry and the others nodded. “You’re right,” he said, “let’s get moving.” He could still feel the tension bleeding off as they walked, but his legs grew steadier. He could hardly believe they let him off the hook like that. They were better friends than he deserved. He felt someone’s eyes on him and turned to the left, only to see Luna shaking her head. He frowned at the girl, one eyebrow raised questioningly.</p>
             <p>“You don’t seem to like yourself very much, do you?” she asked softly, her wire-frames glinting slightly in the light thrown off by Hermione’s <em>Lumos</em> spell.</p>
-            <p>Harry tripped, and barely caught himself before he fell. <em>You’d think I’d be used to this by now</em>, he thought wryly. “I’ve had to do some things I’m not very proud of,” he said quietly.</p>
+            <p>Harry tripped, and barely caught himself before he fell. <em>You’d think I’d be used to this by now,</em> he thought wryly. “I’ve had to do some things I’m not very proud of,” he said quietly.</p>
             <p>“But for good reasons?” she asked.</p>
             <p>“The road to hell is paved with good intentions,” Harry said thickly. He didn’t turn around, but he could feel eyes on his back.</p>
             <p>“I thought it went to <em>Bristol</em>,” Luna said absently, “or was it Gloucester?” She frowned, pursing her lips. “Anyway,” she continued, “how can we be angry with you, if you did it for us because you loved us?”</p>

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             <p>Ginny’s head came back up and she frowned, clearly puzzled.</p>
             <p>Harry smiled again. He’d been doing that way too much lately. “Ginny, the better you are, the less likely you are to get hurt if there’s a cock-up.”</p>
             <p>“You really mean that?” she asked in a small voice.</p>
-            <p>Harry suppressed the urge to frown, knowing it would be misinterpreted. Where was the confident girl he’d told all his problems to a couple of weeks ago? <em>I suppose we all need reassurance at times</em>, he mused as he put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. “Really, Ginny. In fact, I’m looking forward to the look on your Mum’s face when she sees that trophy and realizes what it’s for.”</p>
+            <p>Harry suppressed the urge to frown, knowing it would be misinterpreted. Where was the confident girl he’d told all his problems to a couple of weeks ago? <em>I suppose we all need reassurance at times,</em> he mused as he put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed. “Really, Ginny. In fact, I’m looking forward to the look on your Mum’s face when she sees that trophy and realizes what it’s for.”</p>
             <p>Ginny let out a laugh. “Merlin, Harry, you are awful.”</p>
             <p>“You’re right,” Harry said. “And we’re going to miss the Express if we don’t hurry.”</p>
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             <p>After Harry reassured him that his arm was one hundred percent recovered, Oliver really stepped up the practice schedule. This time around, Harry was too happy to be playing again to complain about the pace. Truth be told, he even missed his captain’s fanatical rants about his beloved game. Being the captain his sixth year and feeling that load of responsibility also gave him a lot more sympathy for the fifth-year boy.</p>
-            <p><em>Maybe he won’t have to wait for his seventh year to see his name on that ruddy cup</em>, Harry thought as he practised a Sloth Grip Roll. It was hard to make sure you slung your body off the broom with enough force to swing up the other side… mainly because if you slung yourself too hard, you might lose your grip on your broom.</p>
+            <p><em>Maybe he won’t have to wait for his seventh year to see his name on that ruddy cup,</em> Harry thought as he practised a Sloth Grip Roll. It was hard to make sure you slung your body off the broom with enough force to swing up the other side… mainly because if you slung yourself too hard, you might lose your grip on your broom.</p>
             <p>Harry knew he could catch the Snitch. Bludgers, on the other hand, had given him issues over the years. After a few practices he’d taken to playfully taunting Fred and George, trying to get them to knock him off his broomstick. At first, they were a little leery of damaging their Seeker and invoking the wrath of Wood. After a while they realized Harry would not be an easy mark and really got into it. Soon dodging their Bludger work became a full time job.</p>
             <p>The first time his friends came to watch a practice, Harry had to stop Ron from telling off his brothers for trying to kill Harry. After that, Harry noticed that at least one of his friends was sitting in the stands every time they had a practice. Harry finally cornered Hermione in the library and asked her what that was all about.</p>
             <p>“Well, if you must know, Ron… well, Ron was a little concerned.”</p>
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             <p>“Yes. I think… I think I understand, Harry. At least a little.”</p>
             <p>“I’m sure you do,” Harry said, cracking a smile. “You are clever, but that’s all I can say for now.”</p>
             <p>Harry’s pulse pounded in his ears as he left the library. He hoped he’d done the right thing. It wasn’t surprising that Hermione figured out something was going on. He just wished it hadn’t been that quick.</p>
-            <p><em>I supposed I’m not quite as subtle as I thought I was</em>, he thought ruefully. <em>At least I know Hermione understands the need for discretion.</em></p>
+            <p><em>I supposed I’m not quite as subtle as I thought I was,</em> he thought ruefully. <em>At least I know Hermione understands the need for discretion.</em></p>
             <p>He chuckled as he remembered the cursed sign-up sheet she’d created for the Defence Association. He had to admit it had also been lonely in some ways as well. He hadn’t had anyone to talk to about changing fate and the future, not since he’d left Albus’ portrait. He chuckled a little at the imagined look on her face when she realized exactly how many rules he’d broken.</p>
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             <p>Harry awoke, momentarily puzzled by the sense of dread he was feeling. Then he remembered and jumped out of bed. Ron was already sitting next to the pile of presents at the foot of his bed. Harry ignored the cold stone under his bare feet as he got up and peered around the corner of his bed.</p>
             <p>There was a present missing.</p>
             <p>The top present was wrapped in thick brown paper marked with Hagrid’s thick scrawl. Harry knew it contained a carved wooden flute, but was also aware of Ron watching him open his first Christmas present. Feeling a bit like a performer on stage, Harry focused on opening it carefully. When he blew on the end of the flute, he idly wondered where Hedwig was at that moment.</p>
-            <p>When Harry moved the wrappings aside, the small parcel from the Dursleys, containing a fifty-pence piece, was not there. He wondered about that for a moment, until he remembered how quiet his aunt became after their last argument, pretending he did not exist. <em>Fine by me</em>, he thought absently, as he stared at the lumpy package underneath.</p>
+            <p>When Harry moved the wrappings aside, the small parcel from the Dursleys, containing a fifty-pence piece, was not there. He wondered about that for a moment, until he remembered how quiet his aunt became after their last argument, pretending he did not exist. <em>Fine by me,</em> he thought absently, as he stared at the lumpy package underneath.</p>
             <p>Ron looked over at him. “I think that may be from my Mum. I, er, may have mentioned that you didn’t expect to get a lot of presents,” he said apologetically.</p>
             <p>Harry was busy opening the paper.</p>
             <p>“Oh boy,” Ron sighed. “She went and knitted you a Weasley jumper. Sorry, mate.”</p>
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             <p>Ron’s ears got redder. “I wasn’t trying to Malfoy your Christmas, Harry.”</p>
             <p>“You didn’t, Ron. If it wasn’t for you, this wouldn’t be near as special, you know? Just don’t forget you have a brilliant family… especially when ignorant people start running them down.”</p>
             <p>They were quiet for a moment, then grinned at each other and resumed opening presents again. Harry sat back and was nibbling on a piece of really excellent home-made fudge when he saw Ron opening the delivery parcel from Flourish and Blotts. When the eye-gouging orange cover of <em>Flying with the Cannons</em> was revealed, Ron’s mouth fell open in shock.</p>
-            <p><em>Now maybe he won’t buy that ruddy book for me next Christmas</em>, Harry thought, snickering under his breath.</p>
+            <p><em>Now maybe he won’t buy that ruddy book for me next Christmas,</em> Harry thought, snickering under his breath.</p>
             <p>Harry sent people a lot of books as gifts this year. Part of this was to reinforce his book-a-holic image, and part of this was because he wasn’t allowed to leave the school grounds and the booksellers in Diagon Alley ran a thriving owl delivery business.</p>
             <p>Ron, true to his food-obsessed self, gave him a box of candy. Hermione sent Ron some Every Flavour Beans, but sent Harry a Muggle book on Aikido, along with a note saying he might find it interesting for their morning training sessions. Harry knew buying Hermione a book was a risky proposition, given the rate she picked up new ones. So instead he just sent her a note explaining he’d set up a small tab for her at Flourish and Blotts, and how their owl delivery system worked.</p>
             <p>Harry also received a small package from Neville. He hoped his friend enjoyed the pocket Herbology field guide he’d ordered for him. When he unwrapped the package, Harry’s breath caught in his throat. There, in a simple wooden frame, was a Wizarding picture with two couples beaming up at him. The women were both propped up on what looked like hospital beds, each holding up a baby for him to see. Next to each woman stood a man beaming with pride one moment and looking down with wonder at their new family the next. Harry immediately recognized his mother and father on the left. The woman on the right had a round face that looked a lot like Neville’s. She didn’t look anything like the grey-haired woman, thin and worn, that Harry met during Christmas break of his fifth year. Harry just sat there, stunned.</p>
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             <p>Harry eased forward toward the prone figure. He walked silently, with a feline grace that seemed drastically out of place on his younger self. Wand at the ready, he used a stick to ease back the hood of the cloak. Harry inhaled sharply when he saw the hated features of his potions teacher.</p>
             <p>Thinking quickly, he levitated the unconscious man behind a tree, out of sight from the path. He then stunned him again to make sure he stayed unconscious for several hours. <em>Well, he can’t do anything overt without proof, can he?</em></p>
             <p>“<em>Obliviate!</em>” he said and a beam of greyish light struck the unconscious professor in the forehead. Memory charms were tricky things, and Harry was loath to use them. Fortunately, all he wanted to do was erase the last twenty minutes or so, and that was probably the easiest application of the spell.</p>
-            <p>He left the professor sitting on the ground, propped up against the tree. He was tempted to do more, but restrained himself. If there was no proof of who had stunned him, then he’d be hesitant to take action and possibly make a fool of himself. <em>Perhaps he’ll catch a bad cold</em>, Harry mused vindictively.</p>
+            <p>He left the professor sitting on the ground, propped up against the tree. He was tempted to do more, but restrained himself. If there was no proof of who had stunned him, then he’d be hesitant to take action and possibly make a fool of himself. <em>Perhaps he’ll catch a bad cold,</em> Harry mused vindictively.</p>
             <p>Harry ran to the hut and just barely arrived before the hatching. He stared at the hatchling and remembered all the damage Norbert and Charlie had done during the war. The second-oldest Weasley son had ridden the Norwegian Ridgeback to England after learning his little sister had been killed at Hogwarts. The ministry had all but collapsed at this point, but the reign of terror the two had committed against known Death Eater holdings was the stuff of legend. It had taken Voldemort himself to kill them, and not before they tore a bloody swath through his forces. Harry always suspected that Norbert remembered more of his ‘mummy’ than they suspected.</p>
             <p>Before they left, Harry used some sticking charms to ensure that the curtains fit securely together. After all that, he didn’t want Malfoy or anyone else being able to peek inside.</p>
             <p>It took a week, during which the hatchling tripled in size, before Hagrid would agree about contacting Charlie. Harry was just happy that Hagrid had named it Norbert again. Those little synchronicities were almost comforting, in an odd way.</p>