Initiation, Realization and Reunion Chapter 1 The Morning Commute The main hall of the Ministry of Magic was

s bustling with activity. Arrivals using the Floo Network whooshed in a flurry of dust and noise. The area bustled with a flurry of bodies moving rapidly into the Ministry. Wizards and goblins, muggles and witches of all types moved through the atrium, all with a purpose and destination, barely taking note of each other. Among them, a single wizard garbed in the black robes of an Auror followed along the predominant current of humanity, allowing it to carry him towards the elevators. He was of average height, with a head of dark hair, trimmed relatively short. Perched precariously on his nose was a pair of round spectacles, tilted slightly askew from the jostling the man had endured upon his entry to the great hall. Altogether, he presented a rather ordinary picture among the masses engaged in their morning commute, except if one was to look at his eyes. His eyes had the ability to capture a wandering stare, a vivid green that blazed, as if their owner had seen wondrous things and was sharing the afterglow of that experience with anyone who cared to look. As he approached the elevator, the man seemed indifferent to his surroundings. Without a glimpse around him, he boarded the lift and selected his destination. He barely noticed the doors beginning to close. Harry! Hold the lift, will you! Harry, hang on! Startled out of his morning commute daze, Harry Potter reacted to his name and pushed his hand holding his rucksack between the elevator doors, stopping their closure. Harry saw a pale hand inserted between the doors, followed by a shoulder, higher up on the door, indicating a tall man was trying to pry enough room between them to pull the rest of his body into the elevator. The shoulder was soon followed by a tuft of crimson hair that seemed to pull the rest of the man into the lift. After a moment, Ron Weasley, Harrys best friend, had managed to board the crowded elevator. Thanks mate. Im glad you heard me. Hi Ron, Harry greeted his friend, what brings you down this way? Come to see Hermione? Well, yeah, said Ron, dipping his head sheepishly. What? asked Harry, immediately curious as to what would make his friend so embarrassed? Promise you wont laugh? Laugh at what? Come on now, Ron, what are doing down here, give it up. Ron cast a furtive glance around the lift, making sure there was no one around that he knew, Hermione usually brings her lunch, and she was too busy this morning, she completely forgot to bring it in. Ron, did you make your wife lunch, and bring it all the way down here? Harry raised an eyebrow at his friend. You do remember what happened the last time you tried to make a meal. Oh, now, come on Harry, that was accident. How was I supposed to know that the pot would explode? Eager to change the subject, Ron quickly asked Harry about Ginny, Rons sister and Harrys fianc. We havent seen much of each other lately. Shes traveling with her team, and Ive just finished my Auror training, so Ive been running around, chasing magical lawbreakers, and such.

Anything interesting? A swarm of dementers, a horde of Death eaters? Ron displayed a mixture excitement and anxiety, given the history Harry had with practitioners of the Dark Arts. Nothing nearly that interesting, mostly running down violators of the Underage Usage of Magic Ban. Harry let out a little sigh, Honestly Ron, I dont know if being an Auror was what I thought it was going to be. Chin up, mate. Youre only just getting started. Give it some time. Youre just in a mood, when was the last time you saw Ginny, anyway? Harry was disturbed that he actually had to think about that question. When was the last time hed seen Ginny? Its been almost two weeks, just before the Harpies started their tour of Europe. She should be back tomorrow. See? Things will get better tomorrow, mate, youll see. Ron leaned into his friends ear and whispered, You just have to make some time for the both you, thats the best part of being with someone. The elevator came to a halt. Harry walked out, while Ron remained on board. As the doors closed, Ron gave his friend a wink, Chin up, mate! Everything will be right as rain, tomorrow, right as rain! Harry stared at the closed lift doors, lost in thought. After a moment, he turned down the hallway that would take him to the Office of Aurors. He turned into the doorway and prepared himself for another day of chasing puckish teens bent on casting spells on their friends for a laugh. Entering the Office, as it was known, Harry continued down a long hallway towards his own office. The passage way had white marble floors and walls, all polished to a high gloss, the polar opposite of the dark image presented by the hall leading to the Department of Mysteries. The walls were dotted with wooden doors, each which led to an office of an Auror. Each door had a white, frosted glass window, each emblazoned with the name of its occupant painted in a glowing reddish-gold script. As one of the most junior Aurors in the Office, Harrys office was at the very end of the corridor. Halfway down the hall, there was a large section of wall, composed of a freestanding, floating slab of the darkest granite. On the wall, the images and names of fallen Aurors were inscribed, a living memorial to those who had fallen in both battles with the Dark Lord. Each day, Harry had to pass this wall, unable to miss seeing the images of his comrades. There was Mad Eye Moody, large as day, and Tonks, displayed with her hair in a constant state of change. Taking a deep breath, Harry continued on to his office. The door, recognizing Harry, opened, allowing Harry to enter. Harry tossed down his rucksack, adjusted his glasses and sat down at his cluttered desk. When was the last time you saw Ginny? Rons question seemed to echo in his head. His eyes were drawn to Ginnys picture, occupying the only clean portion of his desk. When, indeed. Two weeks ago theyd given each other pecks on the cheek and scampered off to their respective jobs. Itd really been weeks since theyd spent any time together, simply enjoying each others company. There seemed to be a correlation between his recent funk, and the time since he last held her, and Harry resolved himself to correct this. Tomorrow, everything would be right as rain. How did his friend get so wise anyway? Is that what marriage does for a man? Harry let out a low chortle at the thought. Ahem, excuse me Harry, the voice belonged to Sarah Peebles. She was a year out of Hogwarts and starting her first year of Auror training, Mr. Dawlish asked me to fetch you.

Thanks, Sarah, Ill be right along. With another glance at Ginnys picture, Harry walked past Sarah and out into the hall. As he was leaving the room, Sarah thought shed heard him whisper something under his breath. She couldnt be sure, but she thought shed heard him say Tomorrow. Chapter 2 First Assignment Dawlishs office was back near the entryway, so Harry had to traverse almost the full length of the passage way. Dawlish was one of the senior Aurors, in fact, Harry had followed along with him on numerous occasions. Throughout the Voldemort crisis, Dawlish had served as best as he could. At his core, he was opposed to the Dark Arts, and began his active opposition to the Death eaters when their presence was revealed to the public. Today, he was in charge of the Office, as the senior Auror present. When Harry entered his office, Dawlish was huddled over his desk, buried in bits of parchment, with several owls perched on the stoop near his office window. Oh, there you are Harry, excellent. Dawlish extended his arm, indicating that Harry should sit in a nearby empty chair. Yes, well, how are you, Harry? Dawlish reclined in his chair, his fingers steepled as he contemplated Harrys face. Im doing well, sir, just a little anxious, I suppose. Dawlish allowed a small smile to creep along the edges of his mouth, I know exactly what you mean. When I completed my training, I was bored stiff with the mundane jobs they handed out to me. Harrys cheeks reddened a bit, realizing that Dawlish was spot on in his assessment of Harrys feelings. Well, the senior wizard continued, I think its time we offered you something a little more interesting. Harry was alert now, his eyes drawn up in anticipation. Weve had reports of someone using a banned Crucio curse up near Lochinver in northwester n Scotland. Dawlish rifled through the stack of parchment strewn about his desk, Here it is, a muggle was found wandering the Glencanisp Forest, the apparent victim of a Crucio charm. His rescuers, the man kept repeating, mudbloods, begone, stay away from the Gray Castle Anyway, thats all we have, so far. A nagging sense of dread started gnawing at the pit of Harrys stomach. He wasnt afraid of the assignment, the majority of the former Death eaters had been captured, exiled or killed, and there hadnt been a Dementer sighting in over three years, so the assignment itself seemed pretty straightforward. Harrys torment came from the knowledge of where this assignment was going to take him, which was the wild Highlands of northwest Scotland. There was no way, he thought, that he would be back in time to see Ginny when returned home. Sir, er, what is the assignment, exactly? Well, Harry, youre to go up there, and identify who is using Unforgivable Charms. The Ministry has an office in Lochinver that is in the Floo network. Bring your broom, the forest where the man was found is in a remote area, east of the town. Youll have to find this Gray Castle and see where it leads. Dawlish brought the parchment closer to his face, There is a former Auror living up there, in Lochinver, name of Lachlan McCrory, he retired sometime ago and settled up that region. He may be able to help you. Harry sat still, his mind racing as the wave of elation hed been feeling, planning his reunion with Ginny had crashed to a halt based on the fact that hed have to leave, before she got home.

Alright Harry, anything else? Dawlish stood up, and Harry stood up with him. Right, off you go, I think you should go ahead and leave straight away. Yes sir, thank you sir. Sounding more enthusiastic than he really was, Harry shook Dawlishs hand and headed out to collect his things. A little while later, Harry found himself coming off the elevator, heading out to the Floo Exits. As he was entered the main hall, he spied a familiar face near the fountain. Her familiar brown tresses were drawn up in a neat bun, Hermione Granger Weasley was stooped low, talking to a house elf in a rapid whisper. Abruptly, the elf raised both his hands in exasperation and apparated away. Hermione raised herself erect and stomped her foot in frustration. Harry couldnt help but smile, despite his despair. Trouble? there was a twinkle in the way Harry asked the question. You have no idea! Really, why cant anyone see reason, just once. She rolled her eyes upward, shaking her head side to side. It was easier knitting caps for them, then convincing them of their rights. Her anger slowly fading, Hermione was finally focused in on her friend, noticing that he was wearing his black travel robes. Looking further, she saw his Aurors traveling haversack over his shoulder and his broom in his hand. Going somewhere, Harry? Well, yes, theyve given me my first solo assignment, Ive heading up to Scotland to chase a Dark Arts mystery. Hermione was elated, Well done, Harry, your first job. Wait, isnt Ginny Harry cut her off, I know, Im sick from it, but I dont know what to do. Hermione could see the pain in Harrys face. Dont worry, Harry, youll be back in a flash, Ill tell Ginny whats what, okay? I guess. Harry didnt really think that would do, but he didnt really have any choice. Look, Hermione, Ive got to get going, tell Ron, hello, for me, and tell Ginny, Harry stumbled on what to say, tell Ginny I will. As always, Hermione knew exactly what Harry was trying to say. Harry headed over to a nearby alcove, where an ethereal greenish-purple flame was burning. He raised an arm in a farewell salute to his friend, and felt his body being whisked away. Chapter 3 Homecoming Spring had come to the Burrow. There was a light breeze filtering along the meadow. At this time of the year, the grass always seemed greener, and the stillness of the air, lent an air of peace to the place. A sudden loud crack broke the silence, and if anyone had been around to hear it, they would have sworn that it was the loudest sound they had ever heard. Ginny Weasleys body appeared in the courtyard of her family home. Immediately gaining her bearings, and taking a quick inventory of her collective extremities, her body released the tension of anticipating her return home. She did a quick scan of her surroundings and felt a small pang of disappointment. It was as if shed been expecting something that didnt come about. Picking up her leather duffel festooned with the Holyhead Harpies emblem, she traipsed over to her house.

As she entered the house, she dropped her luggage and broom near the door. The house was quiet, but familiar and comfortable. Moving through the living room, Ginny called out, Hello, Im home. Anyone? Nothing, not a sound, just stillness. Ginny went to the door to the kitchen. Stepping through it, she caught sight of her mother, back turned to the entrance and the upper half of her body inside the confines of the oven. Mrs. Weasley was humming a tune and working feverishly on her stove. Mum? Um, what are you doing? Molly Weasley slowly withdrew her head from the oven. Standing up, she turned to face her daughter. Her hair was wrapped in a scarf, which was dotted with streaks of soot. The soot covered her entire torso, including her cheeks, arms and stomach. Well, Ginny, welcome home, dear! Her mother deftly flicked her wand towards the stove, causing the oven door to close. Let me look at you! Mrs. Weasley placed her thoroughly filthy hands and either side of Ginnys face and kissed her forehead. Mum, please, Ive only been gone a couple of weeks. Ginny snuck a quick look around, as if still anticipating something, and not seeing what she was expecting. Casually, she asked, Where is everyone? Well, Ginny dear, you know, your father is at work and well, and its just the two of us. Mrs. Weasley released a little sigh. Ginny was the youngest of seven, now six children taking into account the loss of her brother, Fred. She was grown, and on her own. She hadnt really thought that the riotous existence that came with a houseful of rambunctious boys and a precocious girl would leave such a hole for her parents. Have you seen Harry? Ginny tried to be as nonchalant as she could in asking this question, she didnt want to seem anxious. Well, no, he hasnt been by in a couple of days. I expect hes been quite busy, since hes a fullfledged Auror and all. The disappointment that Ginny felt was deeper than she expected. That little pang of anxiety that shed felt on arrival had grown to a full grown bout of despair. In her heart, she realized, shed expected him to be here. Shed hoped that hed be here. A small part of her had needed him to be here. Her reaction must have been visible. Her mother placed her hands on Ginnys shoulder, Now, now, hell be along soon enough. Never you fret. Are you hungry, dear? At that instant, a loud crack and a cloud of dust heralded the arrival of Mrs. Weasleys son Ron and his wife Hermione. Im hungry, mum, howd you know? Hermione gave Ron a quick elbow to the ribs, and walked over to embrace her sister-in-law. Ginny! Im so glad to see you! Hermione noticed her friends less than enthusiastic greeting. He wanted to be here, he was looking forward to being here when you got back, its just they gave him his first solo assignment, and, well, he had to go away. Ginny took in everything that Hermione told her. It made sense in a logical way. After all, being an Auror was Harrys greatest ambition, wasnt it? She still couldnt shake her disappointment. He had to go away? Mrs. Weasley had never been quite as enthusiastic with Harrys choice of a career. Considering the battles that had been fought, and the losses that had been sustained, including that of one her sons, Molly Weasley was of the conviction that Harry Potter had fought enough battles to last a lifetime. Where did he have to go? I hope its nothing dangerous.

Hes up in Scotland, I think. Hermione shared her encounter with Harry, He really didnt say what he was going up there to do, although he didnt seem worried. She looked right at Ginny, He just seemed sad that he was going to miss Ginnys homecoming. You sure you dont want to eat, Ginny dear? Ginny wasnt hungry. With a shake of her head, she turned to go up the steps. Oy! Did you run into a bad Floo, then? Ron was stifling a laugh, while pointing at his sisters face. Ginny looked into the mirror hanging near the landing to the stairs. Her cheeks and her shoulder were black with soot, obviously transferred when her mother had greeted her. The apparition in the mirrors reflection slowly showed the edges of her lips beginning to turn into a smile. Despite her sadness, she began to laugh. With that, the floodgates opened as Ron could no longer contain himself. Before long, all four of them were laughing uncontrollably. Chapter 4 The Gray Castle The Ministrys office in Lochinver turned out to be a pub, naturally. Harry emerged from the fireplace and slowly stepped down from the stone hearth into the establishment. The room was small and dark. The stone walls gave a cave-like feeling to the place. A high, crudely made bar with an array of stools was arranged to his right. The rest of the room consisted of tables and chairs situated in no real pattern, taking up all available space. There were few patrons, who were huddled low, sharing whispered conversations. Several of the customers cast quick, sneering glances towards Harry, but upon catching a glimpse of the Aurors emblem on Harrys robe, they would immediately go back to the intense study of the rims of their mugs. In one corner of the pub, a wrinkled, poorly-dressed elderly man sat reclining in a chair. His head was tilted skyward, and his snoring was permeating the relative quiet of the place. Behind the bar, a gruff, ill-kempt man of medium stature, appearing to Harry to look like a cross between Grawp and the hind end of a centaur, was giving Harry an icy stare while wiping a mug with a foul-looking rag. Harry walked over to the bar and leaned in to the bartender. Hello. I was wondering, well, I was wondering if you could help me. Harrys head did a quick turn about the room, just as hed been trained, ensuring that his initial survey of his surroundings hadnt changed. Really now? The bartenders voice sounded like a pail-full of coal being dumped on a slate board. Well, en who might ye be, then lad? Taking the filthy rag hed been working with and flinging it over his shoulder, the bartender crossed his large, hairy arms and glared at Harry. Harry looked around the room and raised the volume of his voice ensuring that his words carried throughout the room, Im with the Office of Aurors. We have reason to believe that someone has used a Crucio Charm on a muggle in this area. What little noise had been in the room stopped with his words, save for the snores of the wretch in the corner. The bartender, who seemed to be the spokesman for the group, let out a snort. We don know of any muggle being cursed, or nothin like tha Harry could detect an obvious sense of smugness from the man. See, an ow do we know, you be from the Arrors office, anyway. You don look old eno to be in here, boy. Whas your name, so I can tell your da that youre out after dark? Harry squared his shoulders. He was getting no where with this man. He was far from home, far from an answer to the mystery, and most of all, he was far from Ginny. Hed had just about enough of this.

My father is dead, and youll do well not to refer to him again. My name is Harry Potter, and I think its about time that we had some straight answers. The bartender had a sharp intake of breath. Harry had not had a lot of exposure to the general public in the time since the fall of Voldemort. Hed had enjoyed a good measure of relative anonymity. Ginny, as a star Quidditch player, was much more widely recognized. That was the key, Harry wasnt widely recognized, because, his time of notoriety was while he was a child and later, a teen. His name however, was legend. Much like Voldemorts name became He-whocant-be-named, Harrys name evoked awe and a little fear wherever it was raised. Even in this remote place, the Harry Potter name offered a modicum of real respect. The bartenders arms dropped to his side. A Crucio Curse, you say? Well, now that I think on it, I might ave heard word of a little happenin out in the Canisp Wood. Thas out east o here. The bartender seemed eager to give the information that would have Harry out of here as soon as possible. Thank you, is there anything else that you know about what happened? Harry slowly made eye contact with each of the bars patrons, his viridian orbs bore right into each one them. Each man, in turn, forced to avert his eyes Harrys gaze. No, n-no, not a thing. The bartender seemed smaller now, less sure of his defiance. Can you tell me where I might find a former Auror, who goes by the name Lachlan McCrory? Who, Lachlan McCrory, you say? It seemed as if the barman was genuinely incredulous at the question. Yes, Lachlan McCrory, do you know him? Harry was getting more than a little impatient. Ya, I know him, youre sure youll be wantin to meet im? Of course, is he nearby? Does he live close by? Well, in a matter of words, yes, hes near. Hesitating slightly, the bartender raised his finger, pointing to the sleeping drunk of a man in the corner, Tha be im there. Harry wheeled about, his robes flourishing behind him. The man had shifted slightly, his head tilting to the side, making his snoring a little quieter. Sir? Harry spoke to him. Sir, Mr. McCrory, sir. Harry slowly increased the volume and intensity of his calls, SIR! The mans head came up abruptly. His eyes flittered around, annoyed at having his slumber disturbed. Are you Lachlan McCrory? Harry stared at the man. McCrory stared back at Harry. He had a high-pitched, raspy voice, but nonetheless, it was strong and clear, Yes, Im Lachlan McCrory, and who are you? Sir, Im Harry Potter, with the Office of Aurors. I was told that you might be able to help me. I told Scrimgeour that I was done. He should know better than to send people to bother me. I told him that more than a few people in the Ministry were under Imperious Curses, but he wouldnt listen. McCrory stood up and put a bony finger in Harrys chest, You tell Scrimgeour that I am not coming back, and thats final.

Harry raised his hands. Sir, Minister Scrimgeour is dead. He was killed by Voldemort and his Death eaters, when they took over the Ministry of Magic, over four years ago. Didnt you know this? McCrory seemed puzzled, Four years? Scrimgeour is dead? Yes, sir. Voldemort was beaten and now the Ministry is back on the right side of things. You were right, a good number of the staff were under Imperious Charms. Well, Merlins beard! I had no idea. Your names Potter? Yes, sir. Any relation to James and Lily Potter? McGrory had leaned closer to Harry, taking a full look at his face. Yes sir, they were my parents. Yes, I can see that now. You look like them. McCrory waved Harry to an empty table. Angus! Two firewhiskeys over here, bring them fast! You wouldnt mind buying an old man a drink, would you? Of course, sir. Harry dug into his pocket and fished out some galleons. As he was about to lay one on the table, he noticed the one he had in his hand was one of the fake galleons that Dumbledores Army carried back during his time at Hogwarts. Harry put it back into his pocket and lay another, this time a real one, on the table. Angus, the bartender, brought the glasses out. McCrory raised his glass in a seemingly mock toast to Harry and took a long pull at his drink. Harry mirrored his toast, but sipped his drink. Dont call me sir. Im Lachlan. Now, Mr. Potter, what can I do for you? Sir, I mean Lachlan, theres been a report of a muggle attacked with a Crucio Charm in the Glencanisp Forest. He was saying, mudbloods, begone, stay away from the Gray Castle. Do you have any idea what he meant. Lachlans face grew a shade darker, The Grey Castle, hmmm. Do you know what it means? What is the Gray Castle? I dont know who might have used the curse, but I know about the Grey Castle. Lachlan scratched the stubble on his chin. The Grey Castle is on the Suilven. Suilven? asked Harry. Its a right notorious mountain, due east of here. You follow the River Inver east, and until you get to Loch na Barrack. The Glencanisp Forest is just north of the Suilven. Harry took this information in, Is there a history of Dark Magic near that area? Not as far as I know. Lachlan drained the last of his drink. Dont get me wrong, its wild country out there, the heart of the highlands. Suilven seems to rise right up out of the bogs and moors. The top peak is known as Caisteal Laith, or Grey Castle. I would start my search there. It would be no small matter for a muggle to be enchanted near the Suilven and left in the forest, like you described.

I appreciate the help, Lachlan. Not a problem. I knew your parents, you know. James was a good man. Lily, though, Lily was an angel. I was devastated when they were murdered. Thank you, Lachlan. Good luck, Potter. Harry walked out of the pub. Looking up at the battered sign, he noticed the name of the establishment was The Targe. The sign itself, was the shape of the round, wooden shield that the name came from. Dusk had fallen, and a cool mist was forming around him. Harry cinched up the collar of his robe and tightened the straps on his rucksack. He straddled his Firebolt, not his original gift from Sirius, obviously. This one, hed bought himself upon his acceptance to Auror training. In an instant, he was soaring above the village of Lochinver. Orienting himself with the North Sea, Harry turned inland, picking up the dark hue of the River Inver. The river seemed to disappear in blackness, darker than that of night. It was almost a portent of something sinister. Putting his head down, Harry guided his broom, directly into the night. Chapter 5 Epiphany Professor Trelawnty was adamant about the power of dreams. If dreams were a testament to understanding the complexities of life, then the dream that was in progress was only serving to bespeak how twisted and complex the life of the dreamer was. The dream had repeated itself, several times. The dreamer would be walking down a dark corridor that seemed to twist and turn, like a corkscrew, of its own volition. At the end of the hall, there were two paths that the dreamer could take. Looking to the right, the corridor was moving much more violently, and doors abutting the hall were slamming open and shut. In the distance, at the end of the cacophony of motion, there was a single door, obscured, but steady, seemingly unaffected by the eruption of sound and movement that marked the path to its jamb. Looking to the left, the way was steady, unmoving. The passageway was brilliantly lit, with doors clearly marked along the way. Each door was ornately decorated, etched with intricate designs of woodland scenes and creatures. The doors were gaily colored, in different pastels that added a dance of merriment in color and fantasy to the hall. The dreamer, naturally, would be drawn to the festive path, moving slowly down the hall, taking in each door in turn. On occasion, the dreamer would stop at one of the doors, and open it. The room beyond was small, barely large enough to accommodate a single person; it was plain, with no decoration and no furnishings. It was if the door was the main attraction to the space, and only served to draw one into its dreary midst. At the end of the corridor of lights, was a massive portal. Edged in gold, it had a large silver-cast crest on its front. Peering closely at the crest, the dreamer saw stars and comets, moving around at tremendous speeds, speeding across and back the front of the crest. Reaching down for the handle, the dreamer starts to open the door. The room beyond is bathed in light, too bright to make out whats happening inside. For some reason, the dreamer pauses before entering the room. Turning around, the dreamer takes a quick look towards the dark, difficult hall. The door at its end has opened, and terrific bolt of lightning comes out of it, landing in its attached, wildly moving passage. The sound is terrific, loud, blotting out all other noise. Despite the sound, the dreamer is certain that a voice has come out it. It was distinct, familiar. The tone was wild and desperate. Ginny, Noooooooo!!!

With a start, Ginny Weasley sat upright in her bed. Her breathing was labored, her chest heaving in rapid motion. Her bramble of red hair was dark, muted; toned down by the perspiration from the experience of her dream. She glanced around the room. She was in her old room in the Burrow. Its dcor seemed dated, as it hadnt really changed since shed graduated from Hogwarts. More than the Weird Sisters Posters or the little girl adornments, the room just didnt seem to fit her, who she was now, a grown woman, with a life. She peeked out towards her window, where the first glimpse of dawn was tickling the curtains that hung loosely around the frame. Taking a deep breath, Ginny arose from her bed and walked across the room to her dresser. She took in her reflection in the mirror over the dresser. Her night gown hung loosely from her shoulders, her arms were limp at her side. They were strong arms, taut from the years of Quidditch matches where she had made a name for herself, in school and now, professionally. Her hair was matted, tangled, as if it too had fought its own demons during the night. Absently, she picked up her brush and began to comb out the tangles and the snarls that were strewn throughout her auburn tresses. The dream had started on the first night she left with her Quidditch team to tour Europe. She had been ecstatic about the trip. The Holyhead Harpies had won their division, and were playing exhibition matches against a number of clubs on the Continent. Yet, the dream took its toll on her. It seemingly sapped a part of her essence, every time she had it. It never changed, in structure or content. The more she had it, the more vivid it became. At first, the voice wasnt audible, its words werent discernible. Each night, it became clearer and louder. She just couldnt recognize who was calling to her, and why she shouldnt enter the door in the bright hall. Her gaze dropped to the bottom of her mirror. Wedged in between the frame and the glass was a small, faded photograph of Harry. He had a sheepish smile, his head turned down slightly. His eyes were haunted, distant, as if theyd seen more than their fair share of life. His expression was more of shyness than happy. In many ways, this was Ginnys favorite picture of Harry, because of his vulnerability. Only she had seen this side of him, and hed told her more than once, that she was the only person that could ever make him overcome that vulnerability. She reached down and pulled the photo from its place, Where are you, Harry? I miss you terribly. A weight had plopped itself firmly on her chest the first day shed returned home and realized that he wasnt around. Every day without word seemed to make the weight heavier and harder to bear. She cupped the picture in two hands and gently brought to her chest. With a sigh, she turned to dress and head downstairs. As with every other night she had her dream, she knew that there would be no returning to sleep. Dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt, Ginny made her way into the kitchen. Her parents were in their traditional places, her father seated at the table, sipping a steaming cup of tea, his nose buried in todays edition of The Daily Prophet. Her mother was tinkering with something on the stovetop, fretting about some ingredient that shed possibly forgotten or added too much of. Seeing her daughter enter the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley allowed a bright smile to cross her face. Good morning, dear! Id expected you to sleep in a bit, after all your traveling. Can I fix you something to eat? Mrs. W easley eagerly rubbed her hands with the folds of her apron, hoping that her daughter would let her mum make her a morning repast. I wasnt really tired, Ginny lied, but I wouldnt mind a good breakfast. I hardly had time while were away to eat a good meal. Morning, Dad. As Ginny passed her father, she reached down a placed a peck on his cheek. Good morning, dear. Mr. Weasley was engrossed in an article within the depths of his paper, It says here that the Muggles are still insisting that theyve been to the moon! How remarkable!

Ginny shook her head in mild amusement. Shortly, her mother placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of Ginny. The sight and smell of the food awakened a rumbling in her stomach that, for the moment, overcame the oppressive weight on her heart. She was hungry, indeed. Later, Ginny found herself wandering the periphery of the property. Her father had shuttled off to his job at the Ministry and her mother had gone off for a visit with Andromeda Tonks and little Teddy Lupin. As she walked, taking in the beautiful day, she reflected on her dream. What did it mean? It was beginning to haunt her. This was a new feeling for Ginny. Up to now, shed always been assertive; she was not one to be rendered helpless by anything, especially a weakness from her own mind. Subtly, her shoulders squared up and her chin rose, ever so slightly. She had to take some action. She was not going to allow these dreams to rule over her night. She appeared in the hallway of a modest apartment building. Looking left and right, to make sure that no one had seen her sudden appearance, Ginny moved down the passage, looking at the apartment numbers on the doors. Upon reaching the door marked Number Seven, she smirked at the small plaque that adorned the front of the door, directly beneath the brass knocker. In a rolling script, it said simply, The Weasleys. Ginny reached up and knocked on the door. A muffled flurry of motion and finally, steps reached out from behind the door. After a time, the door opened, revealing the curious face of Hermione Granger Weasley, her sister-in-law, but most importantly, one Ginnys and Harrys closest and dearest friends. Ginny! Hermione could barely contain herself. She practically flew across the threshold and buried her friend in a tremendous hug. Im so glad to see you. Struggling to breathe, Ginny meekly hugged her friend in return, Er, Hello Hermione, hope Im not bothering you guys. Of course not. Rons at work and I had the day off. Come in, come in. Hermione ushered her friend into the flat. It was large, airy and open. The walls had tier upon tier of shelves with an entire wall consisting on several large panes of glass giving an expansive view of the cityscape. The bookcases seemed to reflect both Ron and Hermiones tastes. On one side, each shelf was crammed with books of all manner and type. On the other side, various jars and glass cases held specimens of Ron and George Weasleys inventions from Weasleys Wheezes. P articularly prominent, above the main bookcase, was a frame that contained the Ministry Edict banning the use of products supplied by Weasleys Wheezes that had hung at Hogwarts during the Delores Umbridge administration. You have a wonderful place, rem arked Ginny. Thank you, I cant seem to get Ron to grow up when it comes to decorating, but Im working on him. What brings you down here? Ginny hesitated slightly, unsure of how to proceed. Hermione immediately registered her hesitancy, What is it? Is something bothering you? I know Harrys off on an assignment, but hell be back soon. Its not just that, its, well, I dont know. The dam burst. Its everything! I havent seen him in over two weeks, and even then it hasnt been for more than a moment at a time. We both have been so busy, it seems like were never together. To top it all off, Ive been having a horrid dream. It repeats itself, every night. I havent had a good nights sleep in forever. Exhausted by her confession, Ginny flung herself like a rag doll into one of the easy chairs by the window. Hermione gave her friend a thoughtful look, and then began to titter slightly, her hand over her mouth in a vain attempt to hide the smirk that she wore. It isnt funny. Ginny crossed her arms and assumed the visage of a petulant child.

Im not laughing at you, silly. Hermione no longer tried to hide her amusement. Its just that Ron had seen Harry the morning he left, and well, he said the same thing you did, in so many words. Ginny looked up at her friend, a look of disbelief on her face. Hermione walked over to where her friend was sitting. Judging by her pose, Ginny could anticipate her friends transformation into that of a know-it-all lecturer. Hermione drew up and assumed the look of absolute surety that typically came when she was stating the obvious to her friends. Both of you are peas in a pod. You and Harry need each other, as much as you need air to breath; as much as I have always needed Ron. You both just need to stop being so obtuse and remember its about the both of you, together. You have to make being together more important than anything in the world. Ginny drew back, a little startled at the conviction in her friends voice, All Harrys eve r wanted is to be an Auror. Who am I to stand in the way of his dream? Being an Auror is something that Harry wants to do. His dream, all that hes ever wanted, has been you, Ginny. Thats it. You are the center. Not fully believing Hermione, I cant be selfish; I thought relationships were about sacrificing for the one you love. They are! Hermiones level of frustration was nearing its boiling point. Ginny was as strong and courageous a person Hermione had ever met, but was as blind as anyone to the realities of love. Hermione decided to turn the tables, Let me ask you something, what if I were to tell you that Harry thought that all you ever wanted to do was play Quidditch, and if thats what you wanted to do, he wouldnt be a barrier to that dream? If you dont believe me, how hard did he fight your trip? When did he ever ask you to shorten your practice time, to make an effort to be with him, instead of being on the pitch? A small light of realization began to form in the back of Ginnys head. Hermione pressed this opening, Both of you are so thickheaded. You both think that you are doing whats right by being the selfless hero, when what you really need to be doing is making sure that there is time for you, together. Its a question of priorities, really, whats more important? Ron and I have found that its about us. I think its completely dreadful that Ron was able to understand this before you and Harry did. At that thought, both Ginny and Hermione burst into laughter. The release was needed, as both continued until their sides hurt and their eyes watered. After a while, Ginny looked at her friend, What about my dream? Tell me about it. Ginny described her dream to her friend in complete detail. Hermione would nod at different points, and ask clarifying questions to make sure she had it right. When Ginny finished, Hermione sat pensively, contemplating what shed heard. Absently, she stroked the chin of Crookshanks, her cat. After a while, Hermione sat up. Its quite easy, actually, your dream, that is. Ginny raised an eyebrow, wordlessly pressing her friend to continue. Your dream is a manifestation of what weve been talking about. The first hall represents your life up to now. Difficult, dangerous, nonetheless, you came through to place where you get to make choices. Hermione stared intently at her friend. One passage choice is bright and attractive; its easy to navigate, but this isnt the one to take. The rooms are unsatisfying, no matter how many doors you open, you are never really fulfilled. The other passage choice is the hard choice. Its difficult to make your way through, but the destination is steady, solid.

Ginny was barely breathing, Hermiones words seared into her brain, making a g reat deal of sense. How do I know whats behind the door? Ginny was wracking her brain, What about the lightening strike? What does that mean about my choice? You really can be quite obtuse, cant you? Hermiones tone was playful, not teasing. She stretched her wand to a point in the room, Accio Picture! A framed picture on a shelf across the room lifted up in the air and floated over to Hermione. Taking the picture in her hands, she looked at it briefly and reversed the frame to show it to Ginny. Ginny focused on the picture. It was actually a framed Quibbler cover from many years back. Prominent on the page was a picture of Harry, from the time just after the Triwizard Tournament. His hair was standing straight up in the front, as it was wont to do when he had performed a certain amount of physical exertion. Ginnys eyes were drawn to a very distinguishing feature on Harrys face. It was a scar, placed there in a stark reminder of the life and death struggle with Voldemort that Harry had gone through. The scar was in the shape and form of a lightening bolt. Hermione allowed herself a smug look. Really, Ron had this figured out, well before the both of you. Ginny cast a searing look at her friend. Just then, the front door burst open. Hermione, help! There stood Ron, his feet were ten times larger. His nose was elongated and hanging down towards his chest. His ears had grown gray and wrinkled and increased in size by a factor of ten. He looked like a rather skinny, redheaded elephant. George said that our ginger snaps would make me smarter! Really! Both girls broke into another round laughter. Chapter 6 The Mystery of the Grey Castle Harry swooped down to follow the course of the River Inver. As he left the town of Lochinver behind him, he felt the darkness of the night wrap around him like a blanket of dread. At first, he was able to follow the soft contours of the riverbank, but as the last vestiges of the day evaporated, Harry knew he could no longer continue. Spying an open field adjacent to the river, he alit softly from his manic flight and gently came to a stop in the open area. Lumos! The tip of his wand glowed a soft blue hue, adding a measure of visibility to his erstwhile blackened surroundings. Using one hand, Harry dropped his haversack on the ground below him. The bag had been charmed with the same incantation that Hermione used during their quest for the Horcruxes, so it held the substantial kit required by Auror in the field. Rummaging around the bag, Harry was able to pull his tent and sleeping bag out, and after a few minutes had the makings of a rudimentary campsite working. Drawing on his experience from that time on the run with Ron and Hermione, Harry made sure to cast the requisite protective spells around the place. Reflexively, Harry thought how similar the circumstances were now, compared to the quest. Very similar, thought Harry, unless you add in hundreds of Death eaters, the hexed resources of the Ministry of Magic, and one Dark Lord bent on your final destruction. Harry laughed to himself, and sat back on the grass, just outside his tent. The evening was cool, with the sounds of the night echoing throughout the air. Looking up, Harry could make out the constellations in the sky. As he did so, an ache began to pervade his chest. It wasnt physical, in the way that he was being attacked, but it was a psychic hurt, that seemed to permeate every nerve of his body. Reaching a hand back to his bag, he pulled out a picture frame. It was Ginnys picture, the one from his office. He stared at it with a longing that transcended the simple feeling of missing her. Harry felt as if a physical part of his being was simply, not there. It was a void, and emptiness that could only be f illed by her presence. He couldnt even let her know where he was, that he was alright. An Auror in the field, first and foremost, must maintain low visibility. That was the first rule of being an Auror.

With a sigh, Harry rose and walked into his tent, clutching Ginnys photo to his breast. Lying down inside his sleeping bag, he tried to fall asleep, thinking of her. After a fitful start, he finally lapsed into a restless, dreamless slumber. As dawn broke, Harry awoke, unable to recognize his surroundings, at first. Rapidly gaining his bearings, he collected his belongings and began to break camp. With the suns first light to illuminate his surroundings, Harry made short work of the process, and before long, he found himself standing in an empty field surveying his surroundings. It was early morning. The ground seemed to hold on to the morning mist like a recalcitrant child would hold on to a blanket, knowing it was the first day of school. The effect gave the rolling heather slopes an ethereal look; mysterious and beautiful. The terrain was remote, rugged. As far as Harrys eye carried, there were hillocks and bogs, gorse bush and moorlands. Looking around him, Harry noticed a large shadow, cast on the meadow, like a dark blight in a tranquil garden. Harrys eyes followed the shadow, towards the direction of the rising sun, and found he was looking at a mountain. The mountain seemed out of place in the landscape. It rose vertically, high above the surrounding countryside, like a rocky fist punched up from the earth. Its sides where craggy and sharp, in stark contrast to the gentle rolls of the surrounding hills. It looked predatory and foreboding, its shape like the dorsal fin of a shark swimming towards the rising sun. This had to be the Suilven that Lachlan told him about. If that was the case, then the highest point must be the Caisteal Laith, the Grey Castle. His objective in sight, Harry donned his bag and brought up his broom. In an instant, he was airborne. Flying in a lazy circle, Harry took in his surroundings. The river was flowing lazily towards the sea, beckoning him to turn around and return the way he came. To the north of the mountain was a large, imposing mass of green that seemed to mark the boundary of the Glencanisp Forest. Suilven dominated the skyline. With a slight movement denoting his natural skill with the broom, Harry did a slight roll to his right and plotted a course towards the impressive promontory. As he approached Suilven, Harry decided to do a quick circuit of the rocky rise, looking for obvious signs of mischief. Close up, the mountain seemed even more forbidding than it did from afar. The sides were for the most part flat, intermixed with sharp, jagged protrusions of rock which seemed to be a defense against those foolhardy souls who would deign to scale it. Moving around Suilven and up towards its highest point, Harry noted the round, bastion-like shape of the peaks highest point. The rock was a dark shade of slate, turning a sinister shade of midnight blue in the shadows. Harry noted that the moniker Grey Castle was appropriate. It was an impressive citadel, repelling times hordes, maintaining its vigil as a specter on the horizon. Harry deftly guided his broom to the apex of the peak. A small, flat area roughly the size of his office allowed him a stable platform to land. Dismounting from his Firebolt, he brought it up in his hands and expertly placed it into the bag on his shoulder. The broom was easily stowed in a matter of seconds. He took a quick look around. The morning sun had fully risen, and the mist in the on ground below had lifted. Harry carefully studied the ground before him. As his eyes slowly studied the various cracks and crannies on the ledge, he noticed a slight depression located at the very edge of the cliff. On closer inspection, Harry noticed that the depression was actually a ramp, a slanted ledge that formed a path down the back side of the platform and led to an opening in the side of the mountain. Harry cinched up his haversack and pulled out his wand. Without a second thought, he proceeded down the ramp, and entered the man-sized cave. The passage was cool; droplets of moisture beat a slow staccato on the angled floor. It was shaped like tube, barely wide enough for a person to fit through, and canted down. The further Harry descended into the cave, the more he noticed that the walls were curved, and as continued to move downward, he was moving in a spiral. After a few minutes, he no longer had the benefit of light drifting in from the cave entrance. In fact, turning around, he could no longer see the cave entrance.

Lumos! Harry was instantly bathed in the comforting and familiar blue glow of his wand. He couldnt see much ahead, as the tunnel continued its twists. Harry continued his slow progress deeper into Suilven. Eventually, Harry began to lose track of time. Hed been walking for so long, he had no idea how far hed gone. The curvy nature of the path and the total lack of any type of adornment or signage had left Harry a little disoriented. After a while, Harry began to notice subtle changes in the passageway. The floor was no longer uneven rock, but had become over time steps, that were obviously carved or cut by human hands. The walls began to straighten, and the incline got a little steeper, along the lines of a flight of stairs. Harry noticed notches in the walls, like hand holds. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Harry noticed the dim glow of a light ahead. The light had a low orange glow, and flickered like a torch. Contrasted with the general darkness of the cave, the light ahead shone like a lighthouse beacon in a storm. Nox! Harry issued the spell non-verbally. He figured that he was getting close to whatever the mystery the Grey Castle held. Creeping along silently towards the light, he noticed that the walls of the passageway had begun to widen, the path becoming more of an entrance to a great cavern. As he neared the mouth of the great cave, Harrys ears began to pick up a sound. It was a low murmur, rhythmic, like a chant, that repeated itself over and over. He couldnt quite make out the words, but as he approached the opening at the bottom of the steps, it was definitely getting louder. Harry stopped his movement and reached into his bag. After a few frantic seconds, Harry was able to find his Cloak of Invisibility, donning it, he moved into the large, fire-lit cavern. He found himself at the top of a large veranda, which had a long flight of stairs extending down into the room. At the bottom of the cave was a river, that flowed rapidly, moving from one entrance to an exit on the opposite side. The river had a large bend in the middle of the cave; it was as if the water were trying to avoid something in the middle of the cave. In the middle of the rivers bend was a chasm. The hole was wide, and circular in shape. It had high, vertical walls with elbows of rock and granite protruding out. Some of the protrusions held torches, and Harry was able to see the distant bottom of the chasm. What he saw shocked him. The bottom of the crevasse was littered with the bones and bodies of various creatures. Some were obviously human, some were the remains of magical creatures. Harry picked out a Unicorn and a Thestral. The entire mass was in various forms of decay, indicating that whatever happened had been going on for a long time, and was still going on to this day. By the time Harrys brain registered this information, hed reached the bottom of the steps and was standing on the lip of the chasm. Looking around further, he spied a path leading from the stairs to an arched opening. As he walked towards the opening, the murmuring became much more distinct. Soon, Harry heard a voice. Investigating closer, the voice was becoming more familiar, hed heard it somewhere before. The walls of this passageway were smooth, lined with hieroglyphics that Harry had never seen before. The passageway opened into a large antechamber, which housed a giant dais. Upon the dais was a fire pit, holding a large black cauldron. The liquid in the cauldron was bubbling, emitting noxious, foul smelling fumes. Around the cauldron were three figures. As Harry neared the dais, he saw that the figures were three old women. Their heads were like skulls, the skin pulled taut, but wrinkled and worn by time. They all had mangy, long white hair, pulled tight into pony tails. They were dressed in tattered black dresses, adorned with the bones, some recognizable, some not. The women looked alike, not only in dress and style, but in mannerisms, as if they were cut from the same sinister cloth. They were addressing someone on the opposite side of the dais from Harry. We Do

Not Fear The Ministry When they spoke, they talked as one. Each word coming out of each successive woman, they were able to complete the entire sentence, rapidly, as if sharing each others brain. Harry heard another voice speak, An I tol ye, that this is no ordinary Arror! Hes Harry Potter! The grating, gravelly voice was instantly recognizable to Harry. It was the barman from The Targe, the pub he had arrived at in Lochirven. Hes the one that killed the Dark Lord! the bartenders voice came out in a whisper. That is of not bother to us the women said in their round about fashion, We are a full coven Furies, and the matters of this world have no meaning here. This Harry Potter, will feed us for a long time to come. Furies! Harry gasped. No one had seen hide or hair of a single Fury in over 400 years, but their power was legendary, as was the appetite for death. They fed on the blood and souls of the living, and were almost impossible to defeat. When Dawlish told Harry that he had an interesting assignment for him, he wasnt kidding. Suddenly, the voices behind him became distinctly louder, There is someone here, sisters! Our guest has arrived. Welcome to Suilven, Harry Potter. Chapter 7 Furies Wrath Harry froze, scarcely breathing. Had they somehow managed to see him? He looked over to the figures on the platform. No one spoke. The only sound was that of the percolating liquid in the cauldron. The bartender cast a wary eye to and fro, trying to see if he could spot Harry. We hear your thoughts, Harry Potter! We know you are near! Well, that explained how they seemed to read each others minds, although Harry hadnt considered that this ability extended to reading his mind. His own thoughts drifted back to his initial Occlumency lessons with Snape. Even during his Auror training, he had barely made acceptable marks with them. Now he was facing foes who could read his mind. Harry concentrated on blocking their access, his face knotted in concentration. You cannot hide from us forever, Harry Potter. We will feed on your soul. The women cackled with delight, Angus, dear, be a good fellow and find Mr. Potter. Angus moved towards the spot where Harry was standing, waving his arms from side to side. Petrificus Totalus! Harrys sub-vocal command took immediate effect on Angus, rendering him totally immobile. Unfortunately, the spell also told the sisters Harrys approximate location. A bolt of lightning struck with a strong concussive force where Harry had been standing, shattering the stone pavers in millions of pieces. Fortunately, Harry had already been on the move, side stepping out of the way, as soon as he had cast the Petrificus charm on Angus.

Harry found an alcove in the wall near where he was standing. Kneeling down, he a wary glance at the women. The Furies had moved away from their cauldron, and stood midway down the steps that led to their dais. As one, they raised their arms and began chanting. As if on command, a light snow began to fall inside the antechamber. Soon, Harrys outline, under his cloak became visible. The sisters soon found where Harry was kneeling. Harry, seeing that hed been found, raised his wand, Stupefy! His aim was true, but as the spell reached the women, it rebounded as if cast aside by some unseen force. Silly man! Our magic is older than anything you can conjure. We are the first practitioners of Dark Magic. With that, another bolt of energy shot its way from their collective fingers, hitting the spot adjacent to Harrys hiding spot. The force of the impact flung Harry to the side, a piece of rock careening off his side, breaking the skin, and, perhaps, cracking a rib. Harry rolled with the blow, allowing his momentum to carry him further down the aisle and away from the Furies. Quickly, he discarded his cloak, throwing it haphazardly into his rucksack. Expecto Patronum! In the blink of an eye, Harrys Patronus stag gracefully glided down the path towards the three witches. Raising their arms, the women chanted in unison, generating a figure in the shape of a serpent, bathed in a fire, crimson red. Harry attempted to keep his concentration, but his Patronus started to lose ground to the hags serpent. Suddenly, both the stag and serpent exploded in a shower of sparks, white and red fire and light, expanding throughout the antechamber. Harry was blown back towards the main passage, his body flying against the rock wall, his rucksack dislodged by the blow. The Furies continued their descent, reaching the bottom of the landing. Harry wearily raised his bruised and battered body to his hands and knees. Looking up, he saw the approaching women, and realized that his strongest magic had failed. Think! Time seemed to stand still, Harry head was groggy from the punishment his body had taken. Suddenly, it hit him. Defiantly, Harry stood up, his wand extended towards the three women. We told you, boy, that your magic cannot hurt us! Who said anything about using my magic? Oppugno! Harrys arm raised slightly, his spell aimed not at the Furies, but at their cauldron, which contained their own abhorrent concoction. It was of their own magic. The cauldron began rolling down the steps, gaining speed with every landing it descended. Too late, the three sisters realized what was happening. They were directly in its path, and could not veer away. As one, they began to shriek, a horrible sound, which shook the foundations of the chamber, causing rock and debris to become dislodged and fall to the floor. When the cauldron hit them, a huge tempest of fire exploded from their bodies, the whole room bathed in tinges of red, yellow and orange. Harry stood, watching the spectacle. Enraptured by the sight, he almost failed to realize that the cauldron was still intact, and still rolling towards him. Grabbing his rucksack, he began to run towards the passage that led to the room with the chasm. The cauldron increased in speed, careening wildly towards Harry. When it impacted on the side of the entrance to the passageway, it exploded in one final orgy of light, fire and force. The fireball lifted Harry off of his feet and knocked his bag and wand from his hands. The force of the impact carried Harry into the main cavern and deposited him on the floor, near the chasm. The momentum of his landing carried

Harry to the lip of the chasm, and over the edge. Desperately, Harry reached out and with both arms extended, managed to grab one of the torch holders on the wall of the chasm. His whole body ached, the pain from countless wounds coursed through his body. His glasses had been ripped from his face and he could feel blood leaving him. He was weakening by the second. Slowly, his hold on the promontory was weakening, his strength fading away. He made one last attempt to pull himself up. His fingers werent up to the task. Harry fell back into the chasm. The fall seemed like an eternity. Finally, he hit the floor below, landing on the pile of bones that dotted the pit. Harry could feel his own bones breaking, and his skin punctured by the jagged edges of bone and rock. The pain was excruciating. Soon, all was still, save the rasping of his breath. His legs could not move, and Harry knew that this may be the end. His wand and his bag were up top. He had no way to pull himself up, and he had reached the end of his endurance. As the edges of his vision began to fade to black, he dug his hand into his pocket. His fingers grasped his last chance at being saved. Concentrating as hard as he could, Harry felt he had done everything that he could do. Lying back, he thought of his Ginny. Her face came to him readily. He knew every line, every brilliant red hair. He saw her eyes and her smile. He could almost smell the lilac scent that seemed to be always around her. Harry smiled, and then slowly let the black on the edges of his vision take hold. Chapter 8 A Galleon for Your Thoughts It had been a while since he had a dream. Lately, his nights had been filled with fitful sleep, bereft of dreams. So, he was pleasantly surprised that he was dreaming. This dream wasnt extravagant, or overly detailed. He was floating in a black space, free of worry and fear. In a flash, he could see her, Ginny. She was as beautiful as hed ever seen her. Her long red hair cascaded playfully around her shoulders, casting a sheen about her face that highlighted her eyes. Her eyes were staring right through him, boring into his soul and registering the unbound love he had for her. She was smiling at him, a smile that could make him catch his breath, if he were conscious of breathing. This was an extraordinarily good dream. He caught a hint of her scent, it was sweet, like lilacs in the morning with just a hint of sunrise. It must be raining, for he could feel the raindrops on his face, and she was so beautiful in the rain. He knew it was a good dream, because all of his senses permeated the darkness to feel, and every fiber of his being was focused on seeing her, being near her. All that was left was for her to call to him, he so desperately wanted to her to call his name. Harry There it was, her voice, calling his name. Her voice rang out again, like a song, Harry Again, he heard her, calling to him, comforting him. Harry Like a choir, a myriad of voices called his name. He thought it odd, but it was a dream Look, heres his bag! I found his wand over here! Have you found him? Theres blood all over, you dont think hes gone? You shut your mouth, hes alive, I can feel it. All in all, this was a very strange dream. There were different voices, and frankly, he only wanted to hear one.

Look, down there, there he is! Harry! There it was the voice he was looking for, that was more like it. Ginny Weasley stared down the walls of the chasm, her eyes carefully avoiding the carnage of death all around the broken body of her fianc, Harry Potter. Her cries brought the rest of the people with her running. Clutched in her hand was a single galleon. This was no ordinary galleon. Ginny was one of the founding members of Dumbledores Army, who had equipped themselves with fake galleons which could be used to send clandestine messages to its members back during a time when the D.A., as it was known, was an outlaw band. The galleon in Ginnys hand was emblazoned around its edge with a simple message, Harry, Furies, Death, Pain, Love You, Sorry, Ginny. Almost immediately Ginny was surrounded by the members of the D.A. who had received the message. Hermione, breathless, came up to Ginny, carrying Harrys bag and wand. Following Ginnys arm, she gasped at the sight of their friend down below. Hermiones heart went out to Ginny, unable to imagine the horror that the scene below must be causing her. Trailing behind them, Lachlan McGrory and Dawlish, peered down and then apparated down to Harrys location. After a moment of hesitation, they were joined by Ron and Neville Longbottom, another founding member of the D.A. Carefully approaching Harrys limp form, Dawlish quickly took stock of Harrys injuries. He shared a guarded look with Lachlan. How is he? Ginnys plaintive plea reached their ears, shaking the four members of the rescue party out of their stupor. Ron had been staring at Harry. The devastated sta te of Harrys body brought a gray, ashen pallor to Rons pale features. He glanced up at his wife and gave her a look Hermione could only understand indicating that he didnt think that this was going to end well. Rons then briefly flitted over to Ginny, an indication to Hermione, that maybe, shed want to get her friend away from this place. Cmon Ginny Hermione tugged on her friends arm, trying to pull her away from the chasm. No! Ginny broke her arm loose from Hermiones hand. Turning her face towards the bottom of the pit, Ginny concentrated and in the next instant appeared down on the floor with Ron and Neville. No one had approached Harry, as if they were afraid to damage him further. Ginny moved towards him, falling down on her knees, ignoring the scrapes from the abhorrent detritus that covered the floor. Harry Harry This was the oddest dream, he thought. Everything was black, as if a whole jar of Peruvian Blackness Powder had been thrown around. All he could make out were familiar voices. It was forcing him to concentrate on the one voice he wanted to hear. He heard it again. Harry? Ginny gently touched his cheek. Forcing herself to ignore the blood that was covering the area on and around his body, she moved to support his head and ran her fingers through his hair. The only sound that could be heard in the cave, was that of Ginny, crying, her tears streaming down onto Harrys face. In some dreams, he thought, you could feel yourself falling. In this one, he felt himself moving. His head was moving. That was strange, he considered, but there was something else, it was

wet, like rain, but beyond that, the movement. He felt his head move, and, well, it hurt! He felt the pain, and it hurt, as if he were conscious, as if he were alive. Ginny had bent her head towards, Harry, her hair fanned out over his upper torso, like a comforting blanket. As she was leaning in to kiss him goodbye, a groan came from his mouth. Harry? He used all of his remaining strength, pushed all of his will and his love into the exertion, and was able to open his eyes. In the back of his mind, the effort was well worth it, because before him was his Ginny. She was real, and not some construct of his mind. Her face hovered near her, a look of shock and relief alternating on her features. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, seemingly moving from adorable freckle to adorable freckle. It was the most beautiful sight he could have imagined. He had expended all of his physical energy to open his eyes. He had so much to say to her, but all he could muster, was a weak smile. Hes alive! Ginny was triumphant. Gathering herself, she started issuing a flurry of commands, her self-assurance returning with the knowledge that Harry lived. Weve got to get him out of here. Hermione! Start getting everyone moving, and send someone ahead to St. Mungos. Tell them were bringing Harry and hes terribly wounded. Dawlish moved towards her, Ill take him to St. Mungos. Ginny waved him back, Ill do it. Im not leaving him, Im not leaving him! She touched her arm to his, covering it, making contact and in a flash, the both of them disappeared. Dawlish cast a glance over at Lachlan and nodded his head upward. Lachlan met his gaze with that, both disappeared. Neville, Ron. Come on! Ron looked over at Neville, Come on, mate, weve got to go. Neville nodded his head to Ron. With that, Ron looked up to Hermione, and apparated to her location. Neville Longbottom hadnt moved the entire time hed been down in the pit. His eyes were riveted on the spot where Harry had been. The dim outline of Harrys body could still be seen in the blood that covered the floor. Neville was rooted there, shocked at what he was seeing. The blood, the bones, the complete evil that the scene represented. After a time, his eyes slowly dropped, as they did, he caught sight of something on the floor. It didnt belong. Among the bodies and dark reminders, it seemed ordinary. Neville reached down and picked it up. It was Harrys glasses. One of the lenses was missing and the other had a large crack running down the middle. The frames were bent, broken just like Harry. Neville took the glasses in his hands and smiled. The glasses could be fixed, they had survived and been found, so they could be fixed; just like Harry. With that, Neville apparated. Chapter 9 Visiting Hours The waiting area had a panel of windows that allowed visitors to see into the ward where Harry was. Ginny was pacing irritably back and forth along the wall of windows, stopping periodically to look into the room; she would resume her trek with a huff. Cmon Ginny, you need to relax. Ron, Ginnys brother , was seated on along bench, on the wall opposite the windows. His wife Hermione lay on the bench, sleeping, her head across his lap. It had been almost six days since members of the D.A. and the Office of Aurors had brought Harry to St. Mungos. Despite the effort of the greatest healers in the land, it had been a touch and go affair. Since the majority of Harrys wounds had been more the result of physical punishment, the

experience had been near fatal. Aside from the moment when he opened his eyes when Ginny found him, Harry had not regained consciousness until today. Ginny, who had scarcely been away from the hospital for the entire time Harry had been receiving treatment, had made a quick trip home to change and eat. Upon her return shed learned that Harry had awoke. Ginny was wracked by guilt at not having been there when he awoke, and now, he was beset by a delegation from the Ministry of Magic, who were debriefing him on his encounter with the Furies. Ron had to almost physically restrain Ginny when the wards burly matron refused Ginny entry to the ward, until the Ministry officials were done. This isnt right! Ron knew his sister had a very short fuse. He smiled at the thought that at least, this time, her temper wasnt directed at him. I should have been there, Ron, when he woke up. How stupid! How selfish of me! Rons eyes tracked his sisters circuit in front of the window. Looking at her face, he saw that she was near tears, and working herself up to a mood that would be legendary in wizard history. Calmly, Ron guided Hermiones head to the bench, so that, he could stand up. Ginny saw the movement and marveled at the tenderness Ron displayed in this simple act. Ron moved over to his sister and stopped her momentum. He opened his arms wide and wrapped her in an embrace. Stop beating yourself up, sis. He knows youre here. Blimey, the way youre carrying on, I think all of London knows youre here. He offered a teasing smile to Ginny. Youve nothing to worry about. You needed a rest and, thank Merlin, you realized you needed to change your clothes. You were rank! Ginny gave Ron a reluctant smile, and then playfully punched his shoulder. I was not rank! He smiled back at her and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, If you say so, but you were rank! A loud bang sounded in the room and George Weasley suddenly appeared to them. I heard he was awake! Whats the news? George had on a plaid patterned muggle suit. Atop his head was a bowler, from under which his longish, bristly red hair seemed to be fighting a losing battle to escape the fashion faux pas. His outfit was completed by a bright red bow tie and his pants tucked into chaps covering his well-worn brogans. No news yet, said Ron, eyeing his brothers garish apparel, Hey, whats with the get up? You look a sight! Oh, this? George bowed with an exaggerated flourish. Lee told me about a muggle showman, P. T. Barnum is his name, I think. Anyway, he showed me a book about him, and well, George extended his arm as if he were a stage actor making a grand entrance, Theres a sucker born every minute! The commotion in the room caused Hermione to stir. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the site of George in his flamboyant pose, and started laughing. Ginny, despite her frustration, couldnt help but join in, given Georges ridiculous presence. The tension in the room dissipated immediately. Hes awake, but now hes with the Ministry people. They wont even let me sit with him. We found him, theres not much that they can keep us from knowing. Ginny plopped down on the bench and exhaled a huge breathe. George reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a couple of non-descript packages. With a conspiratorial nod to Ron, he opened the packages and dumped them into his hand. Extendable Ears, anyone?

George and his deceased brother, Fred, had created the Extendable Ears, which allowed a person to listen to conversations from a long distance. They looked like human ears, with a long strand of flesh-like material connecting them. There use was straightforward, the listener would hold one ear to his or her own, and the other ear would extend on the elastic tether to the area that was being monitored. Ginny jumped from her seat and grabbed a pair outright. Ron, Hermione and George, grabbed their own sets of ears and knelt down next to her by the entrance to the ward. With the listening end of the ear pressed to her ear, the seeking end wiggled its way toward the group surrounding Harrys bed. After a moment, Ginny began to hear the conversation going on clearly. Furies! Dawlish, why didnt we have warning of this? Ginny recognized the voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic. I dont know, Minister, there hasnt been a Fury sighting in centuries. All we knew was that someone was jinxing muggles with crucio charms. That was it. Dawlish looked haggard; the news of Harrys encounter with the legendary witches had him on the run, lately. Minister, Ginny recognized Lachlan McCrorys high-pitched voice, the area around Lochirven and Suilven has always been quiet, magically speaking. Ive been there almost five years, and I hadnt heard of anyone being cursed. Kingsley stroked his chin, deep in thought. His rested on Harry, who was sitting up, trying with considerable effort, to follow the conversation. Dawlish, where did the tip come from about the muggle in the woods? Ive been trying to track it down, Minister. Dawlish ran his fingers through his head , a physical indication of his general exhaustion. The thing of it is we dont know who sent the warning. No one has been even able to find the muggle that was reported to have been cursed. Interesting, the voice came from the figure standing in the corner, who had, heretofore, remained silent during the exchange, this is very troubling, very troubling, indeed. Kingsley turned to the man, Whats that, Miles? The man stepped forward, approaching the Kingsley while collecting his thoughts. Miles Jackson-Smythe had a curious affectation for the muggle-created detective, Sherlock Holmes. To that end, he was dressed in a twin-billed hunters cap, mounted fore to aft on his head. He had a long, draping wool overcoat, ruffled and pleated, as if worn all the time, never removed, probably even to sleep. The effect was topped off by the large, meerschaum pipe, which extended from his lips. The smoke from the pipe cut perfect circles moving and expanding in a concentric pattern above his head. Jackson-Smythes resemblance to the legendary literar y figure ended with his clothing. He was short, and rather rotund, the buttons of his overcoat straining to retain the mass of his figure inside its confines. He had long, flowing white hair that looked askance to the anachronistic hat he was wearing. His beard was also long, falling down to near his waist, looking more like Father Christmas than any special investigator. That was what he was, a special investigator. Miles had a reputation for finding the unfindable. He answered questions that could not be answered. He started his career as an Auror, but his penchant for handling the most troublesome problems earned for him a role which evolved into that of being a special projects specialist. For several years, he was assigned to the Minister of Magic, directly, and tasked by the holder of that office. During the Dark Times, as the imperiousinduced Thicknesse administration was referred to, Miles had tried to poke his nose in too many places. Unlike Lachlan McCrory, however, he was not fortunate enough to simply retire. His banishment to Azkeban still left visible scars, and no one could tell if the incarceration had left any other types of wounds.

Its elementary, my dear Minister! Kingsley rolled his eyes. Unperturbed, Miles continued, We have to find the others. Noticing that his audience was looking at him with blank stares, Miles started to pace, finding a rhythm in his stride to match the cadence of his dissertation. The smoke from his pipe, trailed along, like that of a Christmas t rain in the winter, Based on what we know, Furies cannot leave their sanctuary. These Furies could not have hunted the prey they needed to feed on. Ergo, they had to have outside help. You mean this man, Angus? The bartender? Kingsley interjected. Angus, Lachlan snorted, that man couldnt find his way out of a pack of geese. Precisely, my dear man. Miles had the look of a teacher who seen a brief moment of clarity spark up in a rather dull pupil. But think deeper, if what you and Mr. Pott er have described is accurate, then the help we are discussing is much more substantial. What do you mean, Miles? Kingsley was visibly concerned, Substantial in what way? Are you saying that wizards were helping them? Maybe not wizards, but something able to control powerful magic, a goblin, perhaps. The remains of magical creatures were in that pit, including a thestral. The magic required to see, much less capture these beings has to be, shall we say, extraordinary at the least. Thats outrageous! Even the Dark Lords minions wouldnt cater to serving something as loathsome as a Fury, it would be beneath their hatred for anything not pure-blood. Dawlish was aghast. Perhaps, the brow of Miles forehead furrowed deeper, however, Ministe r, there is another item to consider. I believe that young Mr. Potter here, may have been specifically targeted. This whole episode may have been a trap, a ploy to lure him to a remote place, thence to destroy him. The words caused Ginny to gasp. Who would want to kill Harry? Hermiones whispered question echoed Ginnys thoughts. Who left alive, you mean? Rons retort was lost in the smack to the back of the head by Hermiones hand, as she shushed him, so that, she could hear more of the conve rsation. Thats preposterous! Dawlish was flustered as he contemplated the implication of Miles observation. How could anyone know that I would send Harry into a trap, unless you think Im part of the plot? No, no, dont be ridiculous, dear boy. Miles pulled the tip of his pipe out of his mouth, using the end to emphasize each point he was making. Consider the facts. Over the past few weeks, your senior Aurors were engaged in pursuing random reports, here and there. When this report came in, how many relatively minor cases did you have? Many, I should think. How did you come to picking Harry for this assignment, anyway? I didnt pick Harry, exactly. Dawlish thought back, his memory clouded by his weariness. Suddenly, his eyes lit up in recognition, I remember that I sent a first year trainee out to bring me the first junior Auror she could find. It was Sarah Peebles, I sent Sarah Peebles, and I told her to send me one of the Juniors. Miles turned to Harry, Harry, how far from Mr. Dawlishs office is yours? Weakly, Harry replied, Mine is at the end of the hall sir, Id only just finished training a week ago or so.

Miles neared Harry, Now concentrate, when you came in the office, were there any other Aurors around? Were you the only one in the office? No sir, in fact, I think I was one of the last to arrive. Harrys head was throbbing from the effort to remain awake. Miles stood fully erect, and whirled around to face Kingsley and Dawlish, Minister! I submit to you that Mr. Potter was the target of this attack. Dawlish, here, sent someone to fetch any random Auror, and yet she passed all of the doors to specifically fetch Potter. Thats where we should start, Sarah Peebles! Pleased with himself, Miles assumed a stance he had seen on the cover of one the Sherlock Holmes novels hed read, his body turned to the side, head up, and the pipe held high in a mock salute. Kingsley was less than pleased. Dawlish, find Ms. Peebles and get to the bottom of this. I want to know if this one person, or if we have another Dark Arts conspiracy on our hands. Minister, I would suggest that we keep Mr. Potter in town for the time being, until we figure out whats going on. I agree. No long absences my boy, youre to stay put, until further notice. With that, Kingsley swept the rest of the group with a long stare, We need to get to the bottom of this, immediately. Ginnys heart skipped a beat on hearing that Harry wouldnt be taking any trips, any time soon. There were nods of assent, all around. After a quick goodbye, the group started walking towards the exit. Hurriedly, the four eavesdropping Weasleys pulled their Ears back and tried to settle on the bench, acting conspicuously nonchalant. The Ministers staff walked out, nodding to them as they passed. Kingsley stopped, turned and looked at them, suspiciously. His gaze halted on Ginny and he gave her a friendly smile. Hes fine, why dont you go see him? Ginny stood up and entered the ward before the Minister could say good bye. Smiling an apology to Kingsley, Hermione, George and Ron followed her towards Harrys bedside. As the foursome approached Harrys bed, a large, brooding matron was hovering over him. His eyes were closed as the effort of the past couple of hours had overcome him. The Healer saw the four friends and stepped between them and Harry. Visiting hours are over. Your friend needs his rest, youre going have to come back tomorrow. Ginny was visibly shaken. The emotional stress of the past week had finally torn a hole right through her being. Tears began to form in her eyes, her knees were on the verge of collapse. Wait, the voice was soft, strained, barely audible. Please let Ginny stay, I need her to stay with me. I dont want her to go, please. They turned towards the source of the plaintive voice. Harrys eyes were opening, he had tears streaming down his face. His arm reached out his hand, pleading for the warmth of Ginnys hand. For a moment, it looked like the matron was going to refuse his request, but Harrys eyes were directed at her. The look he gave wasnt pathetic, nor was it begging, it was resolved, deep as if this was his most fervent desire. Understanding the relationship between will and survival, she gave in. Alright, her soft voice belied her external presence, she can stay, but the rest of you will have to come back tomorrow.

Hermione rubbed her tear-streaked face with the front of Rons shirt. Nodding to Ginny, she pulled Ron and George with her, out of the door. The matron walked away to visit her other charges. Ginny hesitated a moment, looking down at Harry. He had lain back onto his bed, his body tired, and weak. His eyes were dancing, trying to communicate his need to touch her. As if drawn in, the tears shed been fighting, began to stream uncontrollably. She reached her arm out to his, taking his hand in her own. She sat down at his side, careful to not displace his tired form. Her touch was light and gentle, but not afraid. She brought her head down to his and placed a kiss on his lips. She held her lips to his, lightly, barely touching, letting him feel her love, but not taxing his spent body. She separated from the kiss, and looked into his eyes. Those eyes told her everything, they were together, and suddenly the oppressive weight that had been crushing her heart had lifted, and she was soaring. Harry smiled, thinking that he had to tell her so much. He wanted to tell her about the trip, and his feelings about being apart and about being in such despair when they werent together. He wanted to tell her that nothing meant more to him that she, and his last, desperate thoughts were of her. His body just wouldnt allow it, so all he could muster was a simple, I love you, Ginny. With that, he fell asleep, with the knowledge that she was there. His words hit her like a lightning bolt. It shocked her to her soul. Theyd said it to each other before, countless times. This time, she knew that hed given everything to saying it to h er. It expressed more than just what he felt, but reflected what he was, what they were. She leaned close to his ear, and whispered, I love you, Harry, always. Unsure whether he heard her or not, she realized that it didnt matter. This time, her dec laration was for her, it was her commitment that they would never be apart. He was her everything, and she would move the Earth for him. Emotionally spent, she lay down beside him and stroked his hair. She would care for him, until the end of time. A thought penetrated the back of her mind as she laid there, someone wanted to kill Harry. Someone wanted to put him in danger. She didnt care what she had to do; no one would take him away from her. She resolved herself to never leave his side; he would never face the darkness alone again. Slowly, her thoughts drifted back to him, for the moment casting aside the danger or the exhaustion. To her, right now, there was only Harry, and life was good. For the first time in a long time, she allowed sleep to overtake her; confident that her dreams would be good dreams, because, her dreams had come true. Ron and Hermione had let George go on ahead. Ron was standing behind her, arms wrapped around her as the watched the tableau unfold through the windows in the waiting room. Taking in the tender scene, Ron bent his head and kissed his wife gently on the top of her head. Hermione closed her eyes and smiled. Turning around and facing her husband, she kissed him on the lips and then pulled away. Harrys been through enough. He deserves a normal life, just like everyone else. Her voice became more and more strident. What do you mean? What do you aim to do? Ron looked down, his admiration for her resolve beaming from his face. We are going to help get to the bottom of this. No more conspiracies, no more prophecies. It all ends. Harry and Ginny deserve to be happy. She paused, and turned to look the sleeping couple, They deserve to be as happy as we are, she needs to be as loved as I am. Thats t he best gift we can give them. She tugged at Rons arm and smiled at him, Come on Ron, lets go home.

Mesmerized by her invitation, Ron allowed her to tug him along. Looking back at Harry and Ginny, he couldnt help himself. Barely audible, he murmured, Gift? Why couldnt we just get them a nice china pattern? Chapter 10 Potters Army Hermione scampered across the room, her feet moving at a feverish pace as she finished the preparations for the meeting. At her direction, Ron had laid out several sets of tables and chairs on one end of their apartments main room and set up a slate board near the windows. Hermione was working to finish the refreshments and preparing her notes for the meeting. Oy, Hermione, Im done with this lot now, what next? Rons face was bathed in perspiration, the result of the work hed been doing. Thats about it, Ron, why dont go ahead and get ready. Hermione hadnt even looked up from her note taking. Ron started to turn for the bedroom and halted in mid-turn. After all this time, he still couldnt believe his luck. The woman sitting at the table was his wife. She was perfect, in every way, and he loved everything about her. Her back was to him, as she sat at the table, concentrating on her work. He loved the way her hair fell about her shoulders. Without seeing, he could picture her brow pinched in concentration, the eyebrows almost meeting as she worked through problems. He loved her passion and strength. She had kept them all sound during the dark times. In spite of everything, she had chosen him, and he loved her most for that. Acting on impulse, he moved up behind her and leaned to kiss her neck. She raised her head and smiled. Now go on, theyll be here any time. Her admonishment was d elivered with out any real heat, and he laughed and turned to go. She caught his arm and looked up to him. He stopped and granted her silent request for a kiss. When he had gone, Hermione sat back and thought on the events of the past few days. She was adamant in her decision, they had to help Harry. Ginny and Harry have earned the happiness of a normal life. They deserved the life that she and Ron had. Harry had almost died twice for greater good; well hed actually died once, now that she really thought about it. The difference now was that he wasnt alone. He had inspired many people and they were stronger for it. Lost in thought, she almost didnt hear the knock at the door. Opening the door, she was greeted by the sight of Neville Longbottom. Neville smiled and accepted her invitation to enter the Weasley home. Hello, Hermione, have you started yet? Youre the first, Neville. Hermione walked him to the meeting area. Thank you for coming, I really appreciate it. I wouldnt miss it for anything, Hermione. I owe Harry a lot. He helped me to a stronger person, I couldnt let him down. Hermione offered Neville a knowing smile, and pointed him towards the sitting area. She turned to answer another knock at the door. This time it was Luna Lovegood, resplendent in a bright green dress adorned with herbs and flowers. She offered a wistful smile and walked in. Her long, blonde hair flowed behind her, and she spoke a gentle sing-song. Hello Hermione, its been so long, Ive missed everyone. Thanks for coming Luna, we really appreciate it. Hermione closed the door behind them. No worries, but I dont know if hell appreciate it. Harry is quite headstrong, and he may not like our meddling in his affairs. With that, Luna headed over to where Neville was sitting.

Over the course of the next few minutes, the pattern continued, where by ones and twos, former members of Dumbledores Army made their way to Ron and Hermiones flat. The Patil sisters, Padma and Parvati, came next. Followed in rapid succession by Seamus Finnegan and Cho Chang. Dean Thomas was next, clasping hands strongly with Ron when they saw each other. Lee Jordan and George Weasley came together, George more normally attired this time, but still talking about suckers and P.T. Barnum. Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott arrived almost simultaneously. Hermione closed the door and she was convinced that this turnout would be as good as she could hope for. As she walked back towards the living room, she heard a quiet rap on the door. Opening the door, she was taken aback. Standing in the hallway was Dennis Creevey. Hermiones first impression was that hed grown. He was as tall as Ron, but broad of chest. He smiled at Hermione and walked in, with a confident stride. The only recognizable feature was his sheepish grin. He was the same Dennis, yet remarkably different. He joined the others in the room. Hermiones gaze swept over the gathering. Of the original twenty-nine members of Dumbledores Army, fourteen were gathered here based on her call. Shed hoped for more, but was happy nonetheless. Part of her felt a little regret that two of their ranks would never again have the opportunity to join them. Fred Weasley, Georges twin, and Colin Creevey bo th died fighting during the horrific battle at Hogwarts. Thank you, everyone, thank you for coming. Hermione called the meeting to order. Ive asked you to come, because Harry needs help. He just doesnt know it, yet. Whats going on, Hermione? Are there more Deatheaters out there? Dennis Creeveys voice was deep, assertive. He was no longer the little boy they knew. Not exactly, Dennis. Hermione looked at each one of them. This is much different. Someone, we dont know who, is trying to kill Harry, theyve made one attempt, and it very nearly succeeded. This is an evil no one can find or identify. Nevilles thoughts raced back to the experience on the mountain. He remembered the chasm of death, and the condition theyd found Harry in. He couldnt shake the memory. Ill help, Hermione, I want to help. Hermione smiled, she knew that she could count on Neville. Ron cleared his throat, Hermione, why dont we tell them what we know so far? Hermione threw a loving glance at her husband, thankful for his keeping the meeting moving. She began to layout what theyd seen and what theyd heard from the Minister. After hearing the tale of the Furies and the idea that Harry may have been lured to a trap. They heard the Aurors suspicion about Sarah Peebles and finally learned how near death, Harry had been. The room was somber, no one speaking as they thought on what had happened. Finally, Cho raised her head, Doesnt it ever end? For any of us? Who could want to hurt Harry? Thats what I want us to find out, Cho. Hermione stood up, ready to defend her position. I want to find out whos behind this and make sure that Harry and Ginny are safe. A small voice spoke up, Padma Patil raised an issue that most had been think ing about, Um, Hermione, we all want to help Harry, wed all do whatever we can, but isnt this something better left to the Office of Aurors? They have Sarah Peebles in custody, after all. They have access to the information. What can we do?

Hermione had prepared for this, Thats true Padma, but we know Harry. We know who has had it out for him. If its someone hes had a row with before, maybe we can find out who it is. The assembled friends considered this response. Ernie MacMillan stood up, Thats all well and good, Hermione, but what do we do then? Do you want us running around like some private vigilante army? No, Ernie. She hadnt expected this question; in fact, she hadnt even considered this issue. Ron stood up next to his wife, Ernie, its not like that. There are a lot of things that we could do. Like what? Dean Thomas could always be counted on to rile Ron. Ron stumbled at first, Well, we could, or maybe we might then he struck on the right response, If we find out whos responsible, we can tell the Aurors. We could offer our assistance to the Minister. Most importantly, we can protect Harry. Several of us could be around him and not be too obvious. Ron beamed at his grace under pressure. Hermione was proud of Ron. As always, he came through for her and she never tired being reminded why she loved him so. Does everyone agree? Everyones hands went up. They were ready to go back into action. Thank you, a relieved Hermione was pleased that the hardest part was over. Now, lets put a plan together, uh, yes Dennis? Dennis had raised his hand to get her attention. Well Hermione, this may seem a little strange, but I was thinking, well Dennis hesitated. Ron spoke up, What is it, Dennis? Come on, out with it. Dennis spoke out, encouraged, Well, seeing that we dont have all the members of the original D.A. here. I mean, even if we had everyone, we wouldnt be able to have, well, EVERYONE. The images of Fred Weasley and Colin Creevey moved through the minds of all the attendees. I was thinking, that maybe we should change the name. Dumbledores Army was for a different time, and for different people. Hermione liked the idea, it made sense. This wasnt about fighting Voldemort or secret Defense Against the Dark Arts training. This was something that they were choosing to do. It was a completely different proposition. Does anyone have any idea of what we should call ourselves? Hermione placed a parchment on the table. Well, Dennis hesitated slightly, I think we should call ourselves Potters Army. It sounded right, it was fitting. The name was accepted without exception. Everyone moved forward to sign the parchment on which Hermione had written, Potters Army. George came up to sign his name, and then stopped. He picked up the parchment and held it to the light. What are you doing, George? He continued his inspection and then eyed Hermione closely. I was just trying to make sure you hadnt jinxed this one too, Id hate to have boils growing out of my face. The thrown book missed his head by inches.

Chapter 11 Mr. Harry James Potter, Auror

As Ginny arose from her bed, the morning sun was already up past its 10 AM position. Stretching briefly, Ginny smiled; she was happy to be home, but, even more so, she was happy that Harry was there in the Burrow with her. Hed been allowed to leave St. Mungos after his physical injuries had fully healed. Ginny and Harry had not been apart for the entire duration of his recovery, but, as she reflected, they had not talked much. The silence wasnt awkward, but more a result of the recovery that Harry was enduring. Ginnys mood blackened a bit; she thought back on the extent of Harrys injuries at the hands of the Fur ies. She was especially furious at the thought that someone had intentionally put Harry in a position where he was vulnerable. As she dressed, Ginnys mind wandered over the events of the past three weeks and tried to put substance to what happened. Shed been so preoccupied with whether Harry lived or died, she hadnt put any thought as to the who, or the why of the situation. She decided that she should talk to Ron and Hermione about this, if she could catch up with them. Ginny hadnt seen much of her brother and sister-in-law, since that day in the ward at St. Mungos. They would briefly flit in and out of her parents house, not really staying for any amount of time. Gi nny thought it was curious. She walked out of her room and saw the door to h er brother Rons old room was open. Mrs. Weasley, her mother, had insisted that Harry stay with them for the duration of his recovery, and, Ginny hoped secretly, for the duration of the crisis at hand. Peering into the bedroom, she saw that the bed was empty, its bed clothing tidily arranged and clean. Ginnys heart skipped a beat. Shed expected to see her fianc there, sleeping, and was surprised by his absence. She went down the stairs at a faster clip than she normally did and burst into the kitchen. Molly Weasley was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of tea and reading her husbands discarded copy of the Daily Prophet. Good morning, Ginny, she greeted her daughter, as she came into the room. Mum, have you seen Harry? Ginnys voice had an edge of concern. The brusqueness of her response caused her mother to raise her head from the newspaper and arch an eyebrow. Molly Weasley took in her daughter. Molly and Arthur were proud parents, and were grateful for the life and energy that seven children brought to their house. Molly was particularly proud of her daughter. Ginny had grown to be an independent and determined woman. Molly especially enjoyed the fact that Ginny wasnt one who suffered fools, or was too reticent to let anyone know her thoughts. For a time, when Ginny was at Hogwarts, Molly was afraid that the qualities that made Ginny special, would preclude her from finding the right person to fall in love with. Molly felt that a boy with too strong a personality would try to stifle Ginny, and one with too weak a personality would not complement her daughter. Who could have thought that the answer to the riddle had been in their midst for all this time? Molly was sure that Harry was perfect for her daughter. Hed make her happy. Hed live only for her. He was the only person that could make her daughter, well, frantic. Molly smiled, Hes just outside, near the boundary wall, dear. I think hes just resting in the sun. Can I make you something to eat? Ginny walked to the kitchen window and looked outside. The Burrows had a wide stone wall that edged the property. The wall wound itself over the various hillocks and through the glens, adding a frame of age and beauty to the pastoral scene. After a moment, she spied the form of a man, lying on top of the wall, basking in the rising sun. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it was Harry; his eyes were closed, his arms interlocked behind his head. He was smiling, as if he was seeing something pleasing, and Ginny hoped, just for a second, that he was thinking of her. She turned to her mother, Im famished!

Harry Potters repose on the wall was enjoyable. He was lying on a section of the wall that was atop one of the larger hills of the property. He was dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt that had to have been one Rons from a younger time, as it fit him snugly about the arms. Nearby, a large English elm, untouched by blight or disease, rose majestically from the hills apex. A light breeze fanned over Harry, its passage only marked by the sound of the leaves of the tree. Sunlight cascaded down on him, warming his face and body. It felt to Harry as if he were a wilted plant, deprived of nutrition, was suddenly being given sustenance by the pure light of the sun. Harry smiled at that thought, Neville surely would have been pleased by that. Harry had been thinking on what had happened to him. First and foremost, he was ecstatic about being with Ginny. Although they hadnt talked specifically about the anxiety hed bee n feeling about their relationship before the encounter with the Furies, he had a distinct feeling, based on their interaction over the past few days, that the anxiety and despair would not return. In fact, he was quite sure of it. He was more surprised as his thoughts turned towards his first mission as an Auror. Harry had been reviewing every action, every response, every minute regarding his travels to Suilven. He had bounced details off of Dawlish and Lachlan, during their visits to him in St. Mu ngos, when they came for follow-up interviews. The startling thing was that Harry was quite satisfied with how the mission went. In the past, especially during his time at Hogwarts, Harry always questioned himself as to what he was doing, and how events had turned out. If he survived an encounter with Voldemort or his henchmen, he would credit his success to luck or unplanned assistance from some ally. Harry had never been sure of what he was doing; hed never been confident of his decisions in criti cal times. On numerous occasions, hed been paralyzed by indecision, which had made for potentially catastrophic results. Even during the final battle at Hogwarts, Harry had always thought that his actions were dictated by a little panic and a lot of anxiety. Up to that last fateful walk towards Voldemort and Harrys eventual death, temporarily at least, Harry had never been quite sure that he was doing the right thing, making the right choice. This uncertainty had carried over into his post Hogwarts life. It had permeated almost every decision he made: Where should he live? How should he be with Ginny? Should he be an Auror? It seemed like in every facet of his life required constant thought and a certain amount of angst. That had all changed with his escapade at the Grey Castle. Harry reflected on the entire journey. He remembered his confidence in dealing with the patrons at the Targe. He made solid decisions, like not flying up to the mountain and night, but waiting for morning. During his encounter with the Furies, his actions were quick and decisive. His responses to them escalated incrementally. He remembered how he tried to stun, then conjured his Patronus and then his final spell to defeat them. Even when hed fallen down into the pit, hed still managed to find a way to summon help. During the entire time, hed not been afraid of dying. Hed already died before, so if that was the worse that could happen, then so be it. Harry had kept his wits about him, and most importantly, as he thought back, he could not think of a single event, a single decision that he made which he would change. Harry sat up and swung his legs around to allow them to hang over the wall. In retrospect, hed done quite well. He had always possessed strong magic, exceptional magic, some would say, but he was a boy then. Now, for the first time, he felt grown up. He felt like he was a man, any doubt about his capabilities were erased. In his minds eye, he felt like he could see images of Remus, Sirius and his father, smiling at him with knowing grins, as if hed finally passed some test of maturity. In a small way, Harrys shoulders began to straighten back and broaden a little, nevermore to slouch in the manner of someone unsure of his path in life. Ginny exited the door from the kitchen. She began to walk towards Harry, her eyes never leaving his figure. He looks different, somehow, she thought. She really hadnt seen him upright, unhurt

in weeks. Physically, he was taller, his shoulders broader. His taut shirt showed the outlines of a more impressive muscularity. Not over done like some of the men on the Harpies, but lithe, athletic, almost predatory. His legs seemed longer, and his jeans were tight against the curvature of his thighs and calves. Even in his relaxed pose, he seemed coiled, ready to leap up at a moments notice. It was as if she was seeing him, again, for the first time. As she neared, she could make out his face, and she could see his eyes. His viridian eyes locked with hers. They seemed almost iridescent as they danced with obvious delight in seeing her. Her heart fluttered, her breath caught in her lungs. She felt a little light-headed. Ever since she was a little girl, that first day she saw him on Platform 9 , shed t hought him handsome. Today, she realized, the man she loved, Harry James Potter, was, for lack of a better term, sexy. Harry smiled as Ginny made her way towards him. The sun was at her back, its rays dancing through the tresses of her crimson locks. He loved her hair, its fiery hue seemed alive as it bounced with every stride she took. It marked the outline of her face perfectly. Harrys breath always shortened, whenever he saw her face. Every facet, every feature seemed to etch a place in his memory. He could place every line, every freckle, every curve in perfect clarity. Her eyes twinkled in amusement, as if the radiant smile on her lips had a connection with them. Years of Quidditch play had toned her body. She wasnt that ten year old girl he remembered, nor was she the awkward teen he first fell in love with. She was a woman, of her own mind, which was incredibly appealing. She walked unhurriedly, but definitely with purpose. Her movements drew his eyes to her figure. Her legs were strong and lean. Her body was beautiful, her growth into adulthood had added curves in the right places. Yes, Harry thought, she was definitely a woman, and, bringing a twinkle to his eye, she was incredibly sexy. Ginny approached the wall and leaned her arms on the top, next to where Harry was sitting. There you are. Hello, there. Sleep well? Harry leaned down to place a kiss on her lips. Yes, youre up early, everything alright? Harry looked at her, Of course, I just got tired of being inside, I needed to get out for a bit. Why? Were you worried about me? Ginnys cheeks reddened, No, dont be silly. You know, you dont need to worry about me, Ginny. What do you mean? Harry paused, What Im saying is that, Im fine. Actually, Ive never felt better. Becoming an Auror was the a good decision. Thats good, Harry. Her tone was less then enthusiastic, maybe her thoughts about his desire to be an Auror were right. Ginny Harry

Both laughed at trying to start the talk theyd wanted to get to. Harry inclined his head, indicating that she should start. Harry, Id thought Id lost you, but the thing of it is, that, Id been worried that Id lost you a while back, before your mission. The look she gave him was almost pleading.

He looked at her, Ginny, Id felt the same way about you! Id thought that, well, with your travel and time with the Harpies, that youd needed to get on with your life. I love you so much, I thought that, well, who was I to stand in the way? Ginnys expression turned puzzled, then amazed. I thought thats the way you felt about being an Auror! Id always thought you were supposed to make sacrifices for the one you love. Harry leapt down from the wall and stood next to her, drawing her to him. Ginny, when I was down in that pit, when I thought I would not make it out, I thought of you, its always been about you. It brought me hope. When I changed the galleon, I knew you would come. I knew, no matter what, you would come. I suppose this is part of learning to be a couple. Perhaps we should really try to work on our communication or something like that. Whered you learn that? Have you been reading Rons book on bewitching witches? There was laughter in her tone. Not exactly, but it was something that Ron taught me, believe it or not. He tried to tell me the day I left. Ginny laughed and told Harry about the talk shed had with Hermione. Can you believe that Ron would be teaching us about matters of the heart? Oh, I dont know, Hermione has always been a great teacher, maybe it works better when you have such a blank slate to work with. Harry and Ginny looked at each other, and the burst into laughter. The emotions of loss and love, pain and recovery were all expunged in that one instant. After a while, their giggles subsided and they just looked at each other. Leaning in, together, they kissed, deep. Harry pulled away slightly, Never again, Ginny, never again will we be apart. I dont mean physically, of course, but I mean, Ill never doubt us, ever. Were linked, we were meant to be, and Ill do my best to make sure we are never apart, here, He pressed his hand to her heart, I love you, and I want to be together, forever. She took his hand in hers, and looked up at him, a tear forming in her eye, Absolutely. I love you, too, Harry, dont ever doubt it again. After a moment, she continued, I guess it took us long enough. Hermione was right, we are a bit obtuse, arent we? I guess it comes with the territory, Harry continued, what with the whole saving the world and all. Together, they burst into another round of laughter. Finally, they came together in a lasting embrace, tender and loving. In one of the outer buildings of the compound, unseen, three figures watched the couple on the hill. George Weasley, Cho Chang and Dennis Creevey were carrying out their assigned guard duties. Cho turned her eyes downward, I know were keeping watch over Harry, but I dont think we need to use your Extendable Ears. Its unseemly. Come on, Cho! George was reeling in the ears, Weve got to be sure theyre safe, were doing our duty. Dennis cheeks were tinged with color, hed been embarrassed at spying on Harry and Ginnys private moment. Just put them away.

Suit yourself, but if we miss my sister slapping an Imperious curse on Harry, well be sorry. This time, the object Cho threw didnt miss the back of Georges head. Chapter 12 Heros Return The next few weeks were ideal for Harry. He spent every waking minute with Ginny. He felt his life had taken a turn for the better. Hed been surprised over the time he was convalescing; at how many of his old friends from his Hogwarts days had taken time out of their lives to visit. Their visits lasted quite a while and he enjoyed every minute of it. As the days passed, he began to feel that the time was right for him to return of the Office of Aurors. Harry thought that the conversation with Ginny about his return would be difficult, and it was. Why cant you just stay here, Harry? Ginny had her arms folded as he attempted to convince her of his desire to return. They havent even found whos behind this. Thats precisely why I have to return, Ginny. He straightened up and took her hand. We have to live our lives. Im not doing anything, here, Ginny. I have to go back and at least try to help. I promise, Ill be back, safe and sound. Ginny wasnt quite convinced, but nodded her head hesitantly. Dinner that night was a quiet affair. When Ginny told her parents that Harry had decided to return to work, Molly Weasley immediately understood her daughters mood. Arthur Weasley was completely oblivious. Splendid, Harry. Why dont we go in together? Harry was relieve d at the offer. He would be ready the next morning. That night, Harry had difficulty falling asleep. His thoughts kept drifting to the woman in the next room. Rising silently, he tip toed down the hallway to Ginnys roo m. Opening the door slowly, he snuck in and whispered her name, Ginny, are you awake? Yes. The reply was immediate. He moved over towards her voice and sat at the foot of the bed. Ginny, I Its alright, Harry. Really. She sat up to look at him. We talked about this. I know its different now, but I cant help but be worried. Youre sure? Harry tried to catch a glimpse of her eyes in the darkness. Im sure. This time her voice was much more confident. I just, well, could you just, hold me tonight? He didnt make any response, but simply moved to the open spot on the bed. Harry rose early the next morning. Easing out of bed slowly, so as not to disturb Ginnys slumber, he made his way back to his room to dress. Hed been preparing for this day, almost s ince the first day he was released from the hospital. He dressed quickly, and gathered his bag and went downstairs. The elder Weasleys were already up and about, in the kitchen. When Mrs. Weasley saw Harry, she didnt speak, at first. After a moment, she caught herself, and asked Harry if hed like breakfast.

After breakfast, Mr. Weasley rose from the table. Well, ready Harry? Harry rose with him. Harry! Wait. Ginny bound down the stairs. She stopped short upon seeing him. Looking him up and down, she smiled, as if a brand new confidence had come over her. I just wanted to wish you luck. He smiled at her, Ill be home for dinner. He went to her and kissed her full on the lips. Mr. Weasley gave his wife a surprised glance. Molly Weasley simply shrugged her shoulders and smiled. Arthur Weasley recovered his composure, Well, I guess we should be off. He led Harry out to the front courtyard and in a flash, both were gone. Ginny sat down at the table, a look of quiet confidence on her face. So, Ginny dear, what do you have planned for today? Ginny looked at her mother, a decision already made. I think Ill drop in on Hermione. I need to discuss something with her. Harry and Arthur appeared in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic. With a nod, Arthur made his way towards his office. Harry paused a moment and adjusted his robes. He took a deep breath; he started his walk into the Ministry. The Harry Potter that strode into the Ministry of Magic today was remarkably different from the one that was dispatched to Scotland. His gait was long, confident. His shoulders were thrown back which accentuated his height. His head was up, allowing him to face forward, presenting a determined figure to any observer. More than his stature and carriage, Harry had changed his overall physical appearance as well. He wore black pants, tucked neatly into a pair high black leather boots, which had a mirror shine buff. Hed put on a white collared oxford with a tie decorated in his old Gryffindor colors. His robes were midnight black, and flowed freely as if they were alive. The only hint of color on the robes was the gleaming silver Aurors shield affixed to his left breast. It highlighted his position, and created an aura of authority around Harry. The most dramatic change could be found on his face. Gone were the round, adolescent spectacles that had been his hallmark. In their place were wire rimmed, more rectangular glasses, which were perched firmly on his nose. The effect made his face look narrower and leaner. A further impact was that Harrys eyes were much better framed, more visible, more mysterious. The only remnant of his uniform from his previous visit was his rucksack. It was beaten and worn from his experience in Scotland and Harry carried it high over one shoulder, displaying it like a talisman, as if to say he had not been defeated. Instead of shuffling through the foyer, one of many functionaries of the government, the crowd seemed to part to let him through. Here and there, people would stop and whisper to each other as they noticed his passing. Harry ignored them, and made a straight line for the elevators. Within minutes he was back in the Office of Aurors. After settling in, Harry went down to Dawlishs office. Knocking on the door, Harry entered to find McCrory and Jackson-Smythe inside with Dawlish. Dawlish had a distinct, exhausted look about him and Jackson-Smythe looked the same as when Harry first met him. Lachlan McCrory had made a transformation almost as dramatic as Harrys. Gone were the tattered, worn rags and the mangy, hunted appearance. In their place, Lachlan was groomed neatly and he had on an impressive set of Auror robes. He greeted Harry warmly. Harry, good to see you. He extended his hand and offered him a firm shake. You look refreshed, ready to get to work.

Thanks Lachlan, good to see you as well. Back with us, I see? McCrory nodded with a smile. Harry turned to Dawlish, Sir, any news on whats behind all this? Dawlish glanced quickly at Jackson-Smythe. Miles gave him quick shrug of the shoulders. Well Harry, we interrogated Sarah Peebles, apparently she was the victim of an Imperious Curse. Miles interjected, We think we have some idea that there was some Deatheater involvement, but right now its just rumor, nothing concrete. So, whats our next step? Harry looked from man to man. Whats next? Look, Harry. The Minister gave us specific instructions to keep you out of this. Dawlish offere d a sheepish look. I think he believes that we cant risk you. Sir, thats rubbish, theres got to be something I can do. Harry was not pleased with the response. Weve got some things for you follow up on, Harry. Dawlish shook his head no at Harrys unspoken question as whether this dealt with the Furies investigation. Your situation isnt the only thing that the Office of Aurors handles, Harry. Harry was visibly disappointed. Dawlish gave him a critical look. Are you saying that the work we assign other Aurors is beneath you, Mr. Potter? Ashamed at the rebuke, Harry shook his head. Then, I suggest you get to work, well keep you up on whats going on. Harry straightened up and nodded goodbye to the three and started back to his office. When he arrived, he heard a rustle of feathers, and Helios, his owl stood perched on his window sill. Attached to his leg was a small bit of parchment. Stroking Helios head, he pulled the paper out and unrolled it. Harry, Have a pleasant day back. I cant wait to see you tonight. All my love, Ginny Harry sighed, the sentiment placating the disappointment he was feeling. He re-rolled Ginnys message and placed it in his pocket. Another ruffle of feathers announced the arrival of more owls with official looking messages. Sitting down at his desk, the new Harry Potter began to file through the pile of Underage Use of Magic reports that had collected in his absence. Chapter 13 The New Recruit After Harry had left with her father, Ginny ate a quick breakfast and went upstairs to change. For the past couple of weeks, Ron and Hermione had been conspicuous by their absence. Ginny had been so wrapped up in caring for Harry, so she hadnt noticed. Now that Harry was back to work, she decided to catch up with her brother and sister-in-law. Later that morning, she apparated back to the building where Ron and Hermione lived. When she turned towards their door, she spied a familiar figure approaching. Luna Lovegood offered Ginny a warm smile. Luna, how are you? What are you doing here?

We have another P.A. meeting, Ive missed seeing everyone. Ginny gave Luna a puzzled look. P.A.? Dont you mean D.A.? Luna smiled sweetly at Ginny. No silly, because were here to help Harry. Its Potters Army, so its the P.A. Luna grabbed her friends hand. Leaning in towards Ginnys ear, she whispered, Anyway, we couldnt be the D.A., because Colin and Fred arent here anymore. It wouldnt be right if we couldnt have everyone from Dumbledores Army. Now come on, we dont want to be late for the meeting. Luna knocked on the door. When Hermione answered, Luna tugged on Ginnys arm and pulled her into the apartment, openly startling the assembled group. Ginnys eyes swept the room, taking in the faces of her friends. What is going on here? She looked at her brother Ron, who quickly lowered his head, as if hed been caught with his hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Her gaze shifted to her brother George, who tossed her a quick salute. Hermione stepped up to Ginny and pulled her aside. Ginny, why dont we go speak privately. The women walked into the adjacent bedroom. Now, dont be upset, we only want to help. An exasperated Ginny pulled her arm away from her friend, Hel p with what? Hermione, what is going on here? Hermione described the events that had led to the creation of Potters Army. When Hermione described what she and her friends had been doing, Ginny was slightly alarmed. You mean to tell me that someone has been watching us this entire time? Ginny thought back to all of the private moments that she and Harry had shared over the past few weeks. How closely have we been watched? Now it was Hermiones turn to blush. Quickly she changed the subject, Youre not mad at us, are you? Ginny grinned, No silly, Id come over here to ask for help. Ive wanted to do something, and I dont know what. This is a grand idea. Hermiones relief was apparent on her face. The two walked back to the meeting. Rap idly, they brought Ginny up to date on what theyd been able to find out so far. Neville laid out the details. From what we know so far, Sarah Peebles wasnt working of her own will. She was given a simple instruction and she followed it. We dont know where or when it happened. Neville pulled out a parchment. Our plan was to take two approaches. First, we would put a protective cordon around Harry. Hermione interjected, We couldnt tell you, Ginny. You were, er, well, close to Harry. We were trying to do this, so that, he didnt have to worry. Hermiones discomfort with their activities was evident. Were sorry about spying on you, Ginny. For what its worth, Im very happy for you two, it was very sweet. Chos words seemed to placate Ginny somewhat. George chortled, Yes, it was very sweet! Ginnys face became a deeper shade of crimson. Neville restarted his presentation before Georges ability to walk became a question of doubt. Er, right, anyway, our second approach was to sit down and identify people that we knew from Harrys past that would harbor so much hate that they wanted to kill him.

Ginny nodded her head in agreement. You started with the Deatheaters, I suppose. Dennis Creevey spoke up, That seemed logical. As far as we know, there are eight still on the loose. Weve each tried to track down their whereabouts. There were nods all around. The first to speak up was Dean Thomas, Goyle Senior is the shadow of the man we knew. Aurors caught up with him last week, and hes cooling his heels in Azkeban. Dean turned to the Lee Jordan on his right. Rookwood is accounted for, he was killed by a dragon while he was trying to hide out in Romania. Your brother Charles found his body, or what was left of it. Le e smiled at the thought. He turned the meeting back over to Neville. That leaves Deatheaters that neither we, nor the Ministry can account for: Dolohov, Jugson, Nott and Travers. Neville hesitated. Ginny noticed the omission, Wait, you said there were eight, youve only named six. Whos left? Ron spoke up, Well, its the Malfoys. The Malfoys? Ginny could scarcely believe her ears, How can they be unaccounted for? Thats just it, both Lucious and Draco have disappeared. Hermione pulled out a binder that contained appeared to contain several issues of the Daily Prophet. Lucious fell out of sight about a year ago, and no one has seen Draco in almost a month. Cho had a thoughtful look on her face. After wrestling with whatever she was thinking about, she spoke up, Wouldnt that exclude Draco? All eyes locked in on her. Well Harry was sent to visit the Furies almost six weeks ago, and Draco hasnt been seen in a month, so, how could he have planned all this being in full view of the authorities? The concept resonated with the group. Ron looked up, Blimey, she has a point, besides that git Draco never had the spine to do something like this. Hes too much of a coward. My money is on his old man. Seamus Finnegan was firm in his conviction. Hes been after Harry for years. He was behind the smear campaign at the Daily Prophet after the Triwizard. Seamus still stung from his parents and his own belief in the lies that were published in the Prophet during their fifth year at Hogwarts. What should we do next? Ginny was up and moving around. She always did her best thinking while pacing. I think we need to concentrate on Lucious, hes the most obvious. We follow up on each one, until we find them and either exclude them or identify them. Dennis was more direct in his words; he was taking a more active role in the organization. His suggestion was a good one, and the others indicated their agreement. Padma Patil meekly raised her hand, Just one thing, what about the Furies? Even if these men were responsible, how did they know about the Furies? What do you mean, Padma? Hermione prodded the quiet girl. If they knew about the Furies, then why didnt Voldemort use them when he ruled? They would have made powerful allies. Padma looked at her friends and gathered herself up, But they

didnt. We all saw that pit, there had been creatures murdered there for years. Who had been helping them? The Deatheaters were helping Voldemort of a good portion of that t ime. The answer to this question was immediately available to the group. Ginny looked around, Well need to look into that, theres still something missing here. Padma has a good point. I think we need to research more of this. Hermiones brain was working at a furious pace. Neville and I are best equipped to this. Im not stupid, you know. Rons hurt expression brought a smile to Hermiones face. I know that Ron, I wasnt saying you were stupid. Its just that I work at the Ministry, I c an use their resources to see if theres any history on the Furies. And Neville is teaching at Hogwarts. He can look through the library there without raising an eyebrow. Somewhat mollified, Ron gave his wife a smile and sat down. Ginny smiled inwardly at their exchange. I think since Harry has gone back to working at the Ministry, we wont have to watch him during the day. Luna raised her voice, Its so lucky we have Ginny with us, she can watch Harry at night for us. Do you think you can keep him close during the evenings? Ginny had to turn away from her friends in order to hide her fiercely burning face and the guffaws that were emanating from George and Ron. Wait, thats not a bad idea. Dennis brow was creased in concentration, With al l the ground we have to cover, Ginny can give us a warning if she needs us. Ginny, does Harry still have his galleon? I dont think so, I havent seen him with it. I think he dropped it in the pit. Dennis was excited, Thats perfect, you can communicate with us, and he wont even have to know. Hermiones eyes lit up at the suggestion. Thats positively brilliant, Dennis. Hermione spoke out to all of them. Anything else? No one had anything further to add. The meeting adjourned. They began to file out, one by one. Ginny shook hands and helped to walk each out. Finally, it was just her, Ron and Hermione. I dont know what to say. Her heart was warmed by the support her friends were giving Harry. She no longer felt alone in her fears, and even better, she was doing something proactive to help the man she loved. Ron sat pensively; he wanted to say something, but was thinking twice about it. Hermione gave him a look that told him to just spit it out. I dont like keeping Harry in the dark about this. Hermione turned to Ron, Weve talked about this. We are trying to take this burden off of him. Hes different Hermione; I dont think hell be happy. Hell want to be involved. Ginny thought about this, Youre probably right, Ron. I dont like keeping anything from him either, but were so close to an answer. Lets see if we can come up with something and then well tell Harry, okay?

Ron was far from convinced. His sister may be in love with Harry, and Hermione was one of Harrys best friend, but Ron and Harry were mates. Theyd fought and hurt together. Ron was also a husband, and knew how the love for someone could blind a person to doing the right thing. Ginny meant well, but her judgment may have been clouded by the potential that Harry could be hurt. Ron had no such misgivings. He knew that Harry was a man of action, and truthfully, if things turned into a fight, Ron wanted Harry with them. Ron kept his thoughts to himself. Instead he turned to his sister, So, how will you keep a close watch on Harry at night? Hermiones elbow was especially sharp this time around. Chapter 14 Rons Choice One of Harrys favorite times of the day at the Burrow was dusk. The sunset this evening was especially dramatic. As he arrived back to the Weasleys home, he stopped himself in the courtyard to take in the scene. The sun had just dipped below the hills on the western horizon. The sky was symphony of rose, pink and gold that seemed to fighting the inevitable darkness of the night. The moon and stars were visible, spectators to the nightly dance. The air was still, an evening mist covered the fields, like a cool blanket that seemed to assure the woodland denizens that it was time for slumber. Harry enjoyed the time hed been spending here, but he felt out of place. He was better, his injuries all but gone. Hed have to talk to Ginny, but his goal was to return to his home on Grimmauld Place. Perhaps she could come with him, or they could work something out. He just couldnt bring himself to feel independent and grown up if he was spending his nights sleeping in Rons childhood room. Harry turned to look at the main house and saw that the first story was brightly lit. The din of laughter was emanating from the structure, giving the impression that a party was going on. Harry started his walk towards the house. The Weasley kitchen was more crowded than it had been in weeks. When Harry walked in, crammed around the table were several of his friends, and when you get right down to it, his family. Ron was sitting across the table with Hermione sitting on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were sitting next to them, the look on Mollys face was almost rapture. Harry grinned inwardl y, thinking that Mrs. Weasleys definition of happiness was a kitchen full of people that she could foist her succulent concoctions upon. George and Lee Jordan sat in the corner, talking in animated whispers, obviously planning their next mayheminducing invention. Harrys eyes finally rested on Ginny, whod been sitting at the end of the table, facing the door. When he walked in, her eyes reflected a look of absolute delight mingled with the weariness of relief. He drunk in the sight of her, and tried to give her a look that communicated that all was well and that hed loved her more now than when he saw her this morning. He often envied the unique way that mature couples had that allowed them to convey a librarys worth of information with a small glance or subtle gesture. Hed seen it with Molly and Arthur Weasley for years, and Ron and Hermione had been developing this ability since their time at Hogwarts, well before their love had even revealed itself to each other. Everyone in the room shouted in greeting. His arrival had been anticipated, apparently. Except for the elder Weasleys and Ginny, no one had seen Harrys physical change in its total presentation and the others in the room felt a spark of surprise and interest, as if the lightning bolt on Harrys forehead had reached out and struck each of them in turn. Ron was especially affected by Harrys presence. Ron took in the transformation, and a slight tinge of guilt passed before his face, before he was able to rein it in. Hermione wasnt one to remain speechless for too long.

Harry! You look splendid! Everythings healed? Hermione did a quick inspection, and took special note of Harrys eyes, now better displayed behind his new glasses. She felt strength from him, the change was more than in appearance, and he just seemed more formidable. Doubt began to filter into her mind, but that was quickly stopped with a brief glance at Ginny. I feel great, Hermione. Ive never felt better. In fact, He hesitated, and gave Ginny had long look, I think that I may head back to Grimmauld Place soon. Looks of alarm and concern passed over everyone. Harry pressed on, Its not that I dont appreciate everything that youve done for me, He made a point to look right at Molly and Arthur, Its just that, I think its time. Around the table, the clandestine members of the P.A. were furiously trying to come up with a reason to prevent Harry from leaving the Burrows. Unfortunately, the answer had not reached any of them before Arthur Weasley spoke up, Thats a brilliant idea, Harry. Id expect an Auror to want to be in his own space. I think its positively smashing. Ginny wondered, for a moment, whether her fathers motives were tied to some discomfort with her relationship with Harry. Hermione recovered her wits, Thats great Harry, I agree. Ron raised a questioning eyebrow towards her. Maybe, you could have someone stay with, just until youre absolutely sure youre better. You wouldnt want Mrs. Weasley to worry, would you? Maybe one of us could stay with you, at least for a couple of weeks or so? I can do it! Ginnys response came out a little more eager than she intended and drew questioning looks from her parents. Well, what I mean is that Grimmauld is closer to the Harpies headquarters, and theres so much room over there and I helped with its decoration. Mrs. Weasley spoke for the first time, Ginny, I think its a marvelous idea. Molly offered her husband a warm smile when gave her a barely audible harrumph. Ron added, I like it. Aside from Harry, Ginny is the only person that Kreacher doesnt hate. With that, Harry smiled and sat down with them for dinner. The meal passed with everyone avoiding questions about Furies or conspiracies. Instead, most centered on George and how Weasleys Wheezes was flourishing, now that Lee Jordan had joined the business. The conversation flowed to Harrys first day back and what interesting things were going on with Hermione and the house-elves. Arthur spoke of some of the wonders that muggles had created like something called a blender and a microwave which both fascinated and appalled the culinary minded Molly. The evening slowly drew to a conclusion and George and Lee took their leave. Harry stood up to announce his intent to pack his things for his return to 12 Grimmauld Place. Hermione saw an opportunity, Ron, why dont you go up and help Harry. Hermione gave Ginny a wait here look. Ron understood Hermiones need to speak with Ginny outside earshot of Harry and jumped up to help. The two friends proceeded up the stairs while Arthur and Molly headed into the living room for their evening toddy. Ginny took a quick look around, So, have you found anything? Not much, Furies had ancient magic. From what I could find out, there was no way for any wizard to control them. Hermione bit the corner of her lip, an indicator that her vast intellect was analyzing the data But the curious thing is that they could not travel away from their lair. They feed on humans and magic, but their prey had to be brought to them. Neville checked the library at Hogwarts and found an interesting item, whoever served the Furies in this capacity doesnt only have to be a wizard. Hed found evidence that goblins and house -elves have served in that capacity.

A knowing look covered Ginnys face. Thats why you want me to accompany Harry to Grimmauld. You want me to talk to Kreacher. Hermione nodded. Ron is a very shrewd person. He was right, you are the only person, aside from Harry that could talk with him. Ginny and Hermione put their heads together and finalized their next moves. Ron and Harry were busily collecting Harrys things, and placing them in a waiting trunk. They werent moving at a brisk pace, taking time to share a laugh about one item or another. As the task neared completion, Ron sat on the bed. So, Harry, you and Ginny are better, yeah? Harry gave his friend a smile, Absolutely superb, Ron. You were right about that. Its been better than I could possibly imagine. Ron gave Harry a look, You know, it gets better than that. I cant explain it, but it really does get better every day. Every time I think that I couldnt love Hermione any more, I find more. We really are two parts of a whole, you know. She doesnt belittle me, she is a part of me. Harry took a second look at his friend. He couldnt help but marvel at his maturity. Ron had grown wise in his time since Hogwarts. Harrys mind reflected on how marriage had helped Ron along to this point, but considering their past, Harry knew that there was a lot more to his friend than was seen on the surface. So hows the Wheezes business, anyway? Harry changed the subject. Its great, really. Lee has brought a lot to us. I think he was raised on Eye-Puff Pastries. Weve never done better. Harry detected a slight note of hesitation in Rons voice. Anyway, has it gotten better for you as an Auror? The whole near fatal collision with mythological evil witches aside, of course. Harry chuckled heartily. Its gotten better. You know, it suits me. Im happy. Even with the minor things I work on, Im making a difference, I have a purpose. Thats good mate, Im happy for you, really. Rons eyes turned downwards. What is it Ron? Whats bothering you? Ron eyed Harry straight on, Do you remember, back in school, when we both had thought wed be Aurors? Harry nodded his head. When we left school, I thought that I didnt want to be an Auror, but now, I think that maybe I made a wrong decision. Harry was taken slightly aback by his friends admission. What are you saying Ron, you want to an Auror, now? Thats what Im saying. I want more out of life. I want to make a difference. I want to be more to me and to Hermione than someone who makes Joopy Cushions for a living. Harry interjected, I think the muggles call them Whoopy Cushions. Whatever, what I want is to be an Auror. Its what Im good at, its what I want to do. What do you think?

I think you should talk to Hermione first, Ron rolled his eyes, sometimes Harry was master of the obvious. Harry ignored the gesture, I think that if this is what you want, Ill ask around at the Office tomorrow. Thanks, Harry. Ron looked around for any other articles that needed to be packed. Wed better get you out of here soon. Judging from my dads expression when he found out Ginny was going with you, he might want to put you in that muggle blender himself. Chapter 15 Home Considering that he really didnt have a lot of possessions at the Weasleys, Harry decided to make the trek back to his Grimmauld Place dwelling, then and there. Ron and Hermione volunteered to help Harry and Ginny carry their things. When the time came to depart, Harry received a grudging handshake from Mr. Weasley which was diametrically opposed to the crushing bear hug Mrs. Weasley had delivered. Harry wondered to himself what his reaction would be, were he and Ginny were lucky enough to have a daughter of their own. When arrived at the front of 12 Grimmauld Place, the neighborhood was very quiet. With very little fanfare, the two couples carried their burdens up the landing and into Harrys home. Told to leave the luggage at the foot of the stairs, the four moved into the kitchen. The change to Sirius Blacks former family home had been extraordinary. Harry and Ginny had spent the past few years remaking the entire dwelling to something that reflected their own time and their own vision. Gone were the portraits that reflected the darkness of the Black family, including the spiteful portrait of Sirius mother. Harry had installed large bay windows in the front rooms which allowed sunlight to flow throughout the home during the day. The baleful tapestry containing the Black family tree had finally been removed and the room turned into a sitting room, a not so subtle homage to the Gryffindor Common room that Harry and Ginny had spent so many happy times in. The place was home, moreover, it was Harrys home. For his entire life, Harry was basically a vagabond, a forced guest in the homes that he lived, whether it be the Dursleys or even the Weasleys. Hogwarts had become his real home, but even there, he did not have a space to call his own. This was one of the facets of his life that, ironically, made Harrys life similar to his vanquished foe, Voldemort. The Dark Lord had been an orphan, shuttled from place to place until he found Hogwarts. Harry glowed at the fact that, now he had something else that set him apart from his foe. The four friends entered the kitchen to find Harrys house-elf, Kreacher, fussing over the stove. Four mugs of hot chocolate, accented with fresh whipped cream and cinnamon were on the table. Greetings Master Harry, Mistress Ginny. Kreacher nodded to them both, but visibly ignored Ron and Hermione. It is pleasing to have you home finally. Hello, Kreacher, its good to be home. The aroma of the hot chocolate and whatever Kreacher was baking seemed to overpower Harrys senses. How did you know wed be coming tonight? Kreacher shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and faced Harry full on. Master Harry, please forgive Kreacher for not helping you. Kreacher was not allowed to visit, but Kreacher knew that you were recovering from your injuries. Really? Did you find out from someone at Hogwarts? Kreacher pulled a tray of fresh chocolate chip cookies out of the oven and placed them directly on the large wooden table. Giving an insistent gesture for Harry and Ginny, and deigning to allow Ron and Hermione to follow, Kreacher answered. Professor Longbottom made a point to inform me of your condition.

He said he would give me updates after his P.A. meetings, and he regularly came to tell me about Master Harry. Ron, Hermione and Ginny shared an inaudible intake of breath. Secretly they watched Harrys reaction to Kreachers statement. The interval seemed to take forever. The actual passage of time was barely discernable. Thats good Kreacher. Never you mind, I am home, and Ginny has agreed to stay with us. Will that present a problem for you? Harry didnt seem to notice Kreachers inadvertent disclosure. Kreacher is elated, Master Harry. I must say, Kreacher can not wait until Mistress Ginny properly becomes your wife. Kreacher is very good at caring for children. The gnome -like house servant cast an expectant glance at Ginny. Ginny tried to hide her embarrassment behind a sip of her hot chocolate. She managed to hide behind the massive mug, but her neck had followed her cheeks in turning a deep ruddy red. Soon, their dessert over, Ron and Hermione decided to take their leave. On her way out, Hermione passed a relieved and knowing look with Ginny. Harry and Ginny bade Kreacher farewell as he made his return to Hogwarts, but he promised to return in the morning. He seemed genuinely pleased that, once again, the Black family estate would have a permanent presence. The couple moved to the sitting room and noticed that Kreacher had started a fire in the large fire place. Holding Harrys hand, Ginny maneuvered him to one of the large, high-backed chairs that flanked the hearth. She had Harry sit, and then moved to sit across his lap, her head resting on his shoulder. They sat silently, enjoying their first taste of being together, alone. To Harry, the moment was perfect, he could feel every beat of her heart. The scent of her hair drifted permeated the air, and it was intoxicating to him. He heard her every breath, slow, rhythmic, he could not imagine a better place. After a while, they decided to turn in for the evening. He clasped her by the hand a led her up the stairs. When they reached the door to his room, he paused, offering the decision of whether to move on to her room, or to do something else up to her. She didnt hesitate, but walked past him into the open door to Harrys room, leading him by the hand. They closed the door behind them. The next morning, Harry woke first and he took the opportunity to gaze at her as she lay in the bed next to him. The sun on the windows cast an aura that reflected gently off her hair. He enjoyed watching her sleep. Today she seemed happier, more at peace, the barest hint of a smile on her face. She seemed to sense his eyes on her, so she slowly opened her eyes and the hint of a smile turned into the real thing. She rose with him and they both dressed for the day. Kreacher was busy in the kitchen when they came down. Harry downed a brief breakfast and kissed Ginny with a new passion, much like he saw with the happy married couples he knew. With that, he headed off to the Ministry of Magic. After hed gone, Ginny sat for a moment at the kitchen table, watching Kreacher go about his morning routine. Kreacher, would it be alright to ask you something? Of course, Mistress Ginny. How may I be of service? Kreacher turned away from what hed been doing and faced her. I was just wondering, well, what do you know about the Furies? Kreacher seemed surprised by the question. Kreacher knows something of Furies.

What do you know about who serves them? You see, we know that someone had to tell whoever who was after Harry, where to find the Furies, and we know that goblins and houseelves have served them in the past. Kreachers features were distressed, Mistress Ginny! Are you saying that Kreacher would send his master to such a horrid fate? He began to wail and turned to pound his head again st the door of the stove. Kreacher would never betray Master Harry, never! Ginny yelled, No, Kreacher, thats not it at all. I need your help. Do you know who serves the Furies now? Who would want to hurt Harry? Kreacher stopped his attempt at self-flagellation. He turned and looked at Ginny, his eyes wide in understanding. Composing himself, he looked either way, speaking in a harsh whisper, The goblins have served the Furies for centuries. Do all of the goblins serve them? Ginny was thunderstruck at the notion that a battle with all goblins loomed. No, Mistress. This is very ancient, very dark magic. I do not understand it fully, but house-elves fear it. House-elves only served the Furies because their masters were servants. Do you know which goblin serves them now? Ginny was close to an answer. She was near a way to save Harry from further harm. Kreacher looked at Ginny, and shook his head. No mistress, the name of whoever serves is stricken from all memory, by very powerful spells. I do not know. Ginny was devastated, she had been so close, and now, the information was really no more than she had before. Her frustration showed on her face. But, Mistress, Kreacher looked up at her intently, I know where they live. Ginny turned incredulously. What? What do you mean? You know where the goblins live? It is written in our ancient texts that if we wanted to serve the Furies, house -elves were to travel to Cape Wrath, in the far north. On the highest cliff overlooking Kearvaig, there is a citadel, the Dark Citadel. All servants of the Furies gather there. Kreacher bowed his head. It is a dark place, mistress, very dark indeed. Ginnys eyes were wide in astonishment. Here was the first and most concrete clue they had to the mystery. Her heart was racing; she needed to deliver this news as soon as she could. Thank you, Kreacher. You dont know how much this means to me. She leaned down and planted a kiss on the top of his head. She ran out of the house, without another word. Had she waited one more minute before leaving, she would have been treated to the sight of the house-elf keeling over onto his back, and passing out from the shock of the kiss. Chapter 16 Sacrifice Harry made his way to his office with a definite renewed vigor in his step. He liked waking up with Ginny. He reveled in the idea that they were together, for real. Todays walk into the Ministry was marked by his nodding and smiling to everyone he encountered, the entire path to the elevators. Upon entering his office, he sat down at his desk. Hed whittled down his past due

assignments to a manageable level. Swiveling around in his chair, he turned to face the window and reclined with his hands interlocked behind his head. His brain was chewing on the puzzle that was his own situation. While the Ministry had said that he couldnt be actively involved in the investigation that did not preclude him from looking into the matter himself. Hed also been noticing some rather odd behavior by his friends. Friends from his past showing up at the oddest times, while enjoyable, seemed to occur more often than usual to be accounted for by coincidence. Ron and Hermione had made appearances during his recovery at the Burrow, but had not dwelled for any meaningful amount of time. Even Ginny, though completely open about their relationship and its course, was holding something back from him. His mind drifted back to the visits from his friends. Luna, Neville, Dean, Ernie, Dennis, even Cho, had been around. He found it strangely odd that former members of Dumbledores Army were suddenly finding convenient excuses to be around. Ron, Hermione and Ginny were members of the D.A. as well. The D.A. A small memory triggered in the back of Harrys head. D.A., D.A Something familiar was tugging at him; something very recently said. Harry suddenly stood straight up, P.A.!!! Kreacher had mentioned something about the P.A. It wasnt exactly the same as D.A., but neither was the fact that Harry was excluded. What if his friends, including the woman he loved, were trying to solve this problem themselves? For a brief moment, the experience within Suilven sent a shiver down his spine. He was a trained Auror, after all, and he barely survived. He had to find out what was going on. He grabbed his bag and flew out his office door. Ginny arrived at Ron and Hermiones apartment and knocked on the door furiously. After a moment, Hermione opened the door to her friend. Ginny burst into the apartment, a flurry of energy and excitement. Several members of the P.A. were present, part of an ongoing strategy session. Neville, Dennis, Cho and Dean were clustered around a table that contained various books and papers that they had amassed about the Furies. Ginny walked to the table and started pacing in front of it. Ive got something. The group turned to look at her. Cape Wrath, the answer is at Cape Wrath! she announced triumphantly. Ginny outlined what Kreacher had told her and the location of the Dark Citadel. The excitement that she felt had been conveyed to them. A flurry of discussion ensued. Hermione caught everyones attention. So, what do we do? Do we go to the Aurors? We need to check it out ourselves, we need to be sure. Dennis looked around to his friends. What if were wrong? What if the answer isnt there? Wed have exposed what weve been up to and theyll put a stop to it. A quiet settled upon them as they weighed their options. It wouldnt hurt to have a look around, I suppose. Nevilles quiet voice took them by surprise. Hermione looked at Ginny, Should we tell Harry? Ginny was torn, she knew that Harry had to know about this, but at the same time, Dennis point was valid, what if they were wrong? Not yet. She pointed to a blank parchment, Maybe you should leave a note for Ron. The six of us can handle the scouting; well be back before dinner. Harry arrived at his home to find it empty. Ginny! He ran up the stairs and searched all the rooms. Not finding her, he ran back to the kitchen. A pit began to form in his stomach. Desperately, he shouted, Kreacher!

A flash of smoke and light marked the arrival of the house-elf. Yes, Master Harry? Have you seen Ginny? Harrys insistent tone caused Kreacher to take a quick step back. No, Master, Kreacher answered her questions about the evil at Cape Wrath and then she went away. The house-elf appeared to forget his bout of fainting. Cape Wrath? Kreacher, tell me exactly what she said. Kreacher related the conversation hed had with Ginny earlier in the day. As Harry took in the account, his eyes narrowed, especially when he heard the context of Ginnys inquiries. An ember began to smolder in the recesses of his eyes, which progressed to a steady burn as he heard the entire encounter. Kreacher had barely finished his retelling before Harry turned and ran out the front door. The six intrepid friends arrived via Floo at an inn in the small village of Kearvaig. Without so much as a look around them, they rushed out the door, brooms at their sides. In the corner of the room, a small, hook-nosed man with black, soulless eyes looked up from his newspaper and watched them depart. He gave a small smile lacking nary a trace of humor. Folding his paper, he walked out of the inn, and out into the town. With Ginny in the lead, Hermione, Cho, Neville, Dennis and Dean flew at breakneck speeds, hugging the nape of the earth. Even though they had arrived at midday, the sky was an ebon black, with dark clouds hovering seemingly on top of the earth. The oddity was that there was no rain, no moisture; just an arid dryness, like that generated in the throat of a person who is facing abject terror. The advance party of the P.A. tore through the terrain towards Kearvaig Bay, coming upon the craggy promontories of Cape Wrath. The place exuded a sense of pure, unadulterated evil. The highest point of land on the Cape was its most northern peak. It stood dark, foreboding, rising straight up out of the ocean, out of place like its soulless brother, Suilven. A fearsome North Sea pelted the cliffs of the rock with a relentless fusillade of power, as if the waters knew great evil dwelt there and sought to smite it from the face of the earth. The mountain didnt move, didnt falter, laughing at natures most fervent attempts to cleanse its midst. They landed at the base of the tiny finger of land that connected the monstrosity to the rest of the world. Leaving their brooms, they inched their way across the narrow isthmus towards the center of the peak. A heavy shroud of fog enveloped the top obscuring the middle from observation. With a look around at each other, they proceeded to enter the fog upon crossing the land bridge. Entering the mist, Ginnys heart started to race. She could not see more than a few f eet in front of her. Every few seconds, she would hazard a glance to either side of her, ensuring that her companions were still in sight. As she made her way forward, her progress would be halted every so often by wild bundles of gorse, forcing her to make a painful extrication from their enveloping thorns. After a time, almost an eternity, the fog began to clear, revealing a squat redoubt. Ginny couldnt help but thinking that it was smaller than shed expected. It was square, rising barely three stories above the ground. In the middle of a its roof, a dome of weathered stone rose above it. The structure was composed of large, ancient rocks that had been smoothed by time and wear. It was a dark gray, dotted with small arrow slits along its periphery. Ivy covered the walls along their entire length, but the plants were dead and looked black as if the building itself were bleeding its evil into the ground and rock itself. It looks deserted. Chos quiet voice seemed to reverberate in a loud echo. Maybe whoever was here left when the Furies were destroyed?

Hermione contemplated the statement. We should look inside, just to be certain. She took a hesitant step towards the fortress. She suddenly felt a tug on her elbow. Hermione, wait. Ginny turned her friend around. I dont think we should go in there. Even if theyre gone, well, look at this place. We should go tell the Aurors. Tell them what? Ginny turned her head, surprised at force behind Nevilles question. Do we tell them that found a spooky castle? Is that it? What help would we have been to Harry, then? We would be laughing stocks then, I suspect. Harry wouldnt trust us to conjure up a cloud, would he? Ginny was stung by Nevilles comments. Easy Neville, just take it easy. Dennis had moved forward and put one very large hand on Nevilles shoulder. Neville shrugged off Dennis hand and started walking towards the large wooden doors at the base of the building. If you wont do what it takes to help Harry, I suppose I will. Stunned, the others followed him towards the doors. When they got to the ancient double doors, they glanced around, looking for signs of occupancy. No light shown from beneath the doors, nor was their any indication of movement. Neville reached up and pulled on the large, brass rings that were mounted on the portals. After a moment, the door began it move. Its passing was silent, smooth, its great mass moving effortlessly leaving barely a whisper as it traversed the whole course of its opening. They walked into the opening, entering a dark, open space, quiet as the dead. A deep, familiar sinister laugh penetrated the silence. Excellent, our guests have arrived. Lumos! Hermione was startled by the sudden brilliance that assaulted her eyes. Recovering quickly, shed almost wished the lights had remained off. RUN! Frantically, she pulled her wand while pushing Ginny back. As she turned to flee, Ginny heard the impact of a spell, then the crumpling of a body. Casting a quick glance she saw Dean fall. Before she could scream, she saw Hermione knocked to the ground by another spell that hit her from above, she was not moving. Ginny turned to Dennis and Cho, Keep moving! Tell Harry! Tell Harry! Cho hesitated for a moment, then was pushed forward by Dennis, breaking into a run. Ginny moved back towards the entrance, trying to see if there were any signs of life from her friends. Suddenly, she noticed Neville, still standing in the same place hed been after opening the door. His eyes were glazed over, his arms were inert, unmoving at his side. Neville, come on! She tugged at him, trying to will him to move. She took a quick look at Dean and Hermione and then was knocked back by a curse that flung her to the ground. Darkness crept around the edge of her vision. She turned her head and saw several pairs of arms lifting Hermione and Dean up and away from where they fell. Neville was still standing, seemingly unaware of the activity around him. As she finally gave in to the approaching darkness, a small tear formed in her eye. Im sorry Harry. Im so sorry. The disembodied voice let out a cry of glee, Perfect, all is going according to plan. Cho and Dennis maintained their suicidal trek through the blinding fog. Dennis led the way, barreling through the cuts and the scrapes of the gorse bushes. The sound of their pursuers never seemed to slacken. Dennis could feel the sharpness of their curses as they flew past his

head or hit the ground near him. Reaching the entrance to the land bridge, Dennis stopped and faced Cho. Youve got to go. Ill hold them here. Forget your broom, apparate somewhere, anywhere, just go get help! he pushed her down the path and assumed a defensive posture, his wand held high. But Dennis yelled over his shoulder, Just go, Cho! Youre our only chance! Cho turned to run. Behind her she heard the sounds of spells and curses being launched. The sound of battle carrying to her ears as she rushed down the hill. Stopping at the bottom, she heard a hideous scream, one that was unmistakably Dennis voice. She froze. At the top of the hill an arm extended a wand, ready to hurl a spell at the figure of Cho. A hand extended itself over the arm and pulled it down. Wait, remember, the plan was for one of them to escape. The wands owner chuckled. Right. Lets get this one back with the others. Behind them, the sound and flash indicated that Cho had mustered the concentration to leave. Harry ran to Ron and Hermiones door. It was wide open. Walking within the apartment he stopped short. Ron was standing in the middle of the room, his face carrying a haunted look of anguish and fear. Tears were rolling from his eyes and he gave Harry a helpless, pleading look. Harry, weve got to save her. I cant go on without her. Harry heard a sound. It was a plaintive, heart wrenching wail. He turned to its source. In a corner chair, her hands in her face, Cho Chang was sobbing uncontrollably. Chapter 17 Evil Most Primal The scene at the Weasley apartment tore at Harry. A rising sense of dread and panic began to build up in the back of his head. Fighting it back, he pulled himself to his full height and walked to Ron. Barely holding himself together, Ron passed a rolled parchment to Harry. Ron, Ginny found out about a possible location for the servants of the Furies. Its near Cape Wrath. We are going to scout it out. Dennis, Cho, Neville and Dean are with us. Ginny says well be back by supper, so no tinkering in the kitchen. I love you more today, Hermione. An unrelenting tide of sympathy hit Harry square in the chest. While Ginny and he had been busy discovering the little nuances of being a couple in love, Ron and Hermione were leagues ahead of them. The blow to Ron was more than physical, more than emotional; it was as if Ron were a ship at sea, being blown by a gale, with no rudder, compass or sail. Harry placed a comforting hand on Rons shoulder. Pausing a moment, Harry turned and knelt in fron t of Cho. Cho? Harry moved his hands to hers, pulling them from her face, trying to look her squarely in the eyes. What happened, Cho? Where are they? Chos eyes darted from side to side, avoiding any type of contact with Harrys eyes, as if looki ng into Harrys eyes would cause to fall into a chasm of guilt and pain. Cho! Harry was more forceful, more in command. Her eyes locked on his, and he softened his tone. Tell us what happened, what did you see?

I cant, Harry. I cant bear it. Dennis, he. Cho was wracked by another bout of sobbing, Dennis gave himself up for me, I cant bear the screams, Harry, and I heard him scream. Rons expression became increasingly forlorn. He didnt see any way for them to find out exactly where they were being held. Theyd been lured into a trap, so retracing their steps was not a move that Ron considered realistic. Harry, on the other hand, had not spoken but was contemplative his eyes searching the room. He stood and walked to where his bag lay. Reaching inside, he rummaged around until he found the item hed been looking for. Returning to Cho, he spoke in a soft, reassuring whisper, Thats alright Cho, theres a way you can help them all.

Eyes closed, the rest of her senses were attuned to what was going on around her. She was hanging with her arms bound above her head, of that much she was sure. Her shoulders had become numb to the ache hours ago and she felt the hard, cold stone wall on her back. Her head was foggy, as if she were waking from a deep slumber. It was quiet, tomblike; the only sound was the occasional drip of moisture running its course down the wall. She had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her, she felt the eyes. They were cold, penetrating and they sent a shiver down her spine. Ah, youre awake. Excellent! It was so good of you and your friends to join us, my dear. Ginny started at the voice. She knew that voice, shed heard on numerous occasions, at many battlefields. It was distinct, contemptuous and it dripped with venom. Slowly she opened her eyes. At first, the introduction of light to her senses was momentarily blinding, she recoiled a little, trying to focus in on the source of the voice. Her vision began to clear and her eyes were drawn to a tall figure in black, standing a few feet in front of her. He was clad in the garb of a Deatheater, black robes covering him from head to toe. He had black gauntlets on that gave rendered his overall appearance confusing as there was no light to contrast the blackness of his eyes. His face was pale, with blue eyes, burning a bright fire that made them seem almost white. His hair was long, and white, a shock of white fire running down his back. The only thing missing since the last time shed seen him was his mask, he wasnt wearing a Deatheaters mask. L-Lucious M-Malfoy I always knew you were a brilliant child! Quite right! A gold star for one of Dumbledores prize pupils. You will make this detention most interesting, Ms. Ginerva Weasley. You will make this evening, special! Lucious Malfoy clapped his gloved hands together and strode along the edge of the wall. Ginny took a quick glance around and saw Hermione imprisoned in a like manner as she on the wall to her left. On her right, Dennis Creevey hung; he looked a little battered, but none the worse for wear. Peering further, Ginny could just make out the hands and head of Neville and Dean. There was no sign of Cho. Ginny allowed herself a small ounce of hope. Maybe Cho had gotten away. The thought caused her to sit up, just a little. Malfoy offered her a bemused grin, Is that hope Im seeing? Are you wondering where Ms. Chang has gone off to? Ginnys stomach turned. We let Ms. Chang get away. She, fortunately, is the last piece of the puzzle. The last bit for us to achieve our aim. Us? Ginny felt the dryness in her throat. Her question was the most she could muster for now. Of course, where are my manners? Malfoy whirled around in a grand gesture of mock humility. Gentlemen, Id like to present to you, Harry Potters betrothed, Ms. Ginny Weasley. Out of her peripheral vision four figures appeared, dressed in similarly to Malfoy. He extended an arm to each one, I believe you know Mr. Dolohov. Over hear is Mr. Jugson. On his right is the esteemed Mr. Nott. Lastly, we have Mr. Travers. The Deatheaters offered Ginny exaggerated

bows as each was introduced. Ginny heard a rumbling, heavy sound of walking coming from behind Malfoy. Oh yes, lest I forget, May I present, Groundhammer, leader of the band of goblins that are assembled for this venture. So sorry, now be a good goblin and run along. The goblin sneered soundlessly at Malfoy, but eased his way back to a far wall. Malfoy turned to face Ginny, his posture upright and arrogant. What you see before you is the culmination of years of careful planning and calculation. While you were whiling away your days acting as Potters concubine or chasing a snitch, we were planning and acting. This ti me he allowed himself a real smile. Tonight, it all comes to fruition. You will fail. Hermiones voice was strong, resounding in the air. Its strength lifting Ginnys spirits. Oh, dear me, I almost forgot. The muggle. I dont know why Dumbledore put so much faith in a person of so undeserving of a witchs power. Maybe he fancied you as a pet. Thats it! You were one of Dumbledores pets. Instead of a useless retort or a plea born of rage or fear, Hermione laughed, in fact, she let out an outright chuckle. Malfoy looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Look at you! Hermiones confidence was growing. All this talk about your bloods purity, and yet you find yourself consorting with so-called lesser beings, hiding in a cold, remote hovel worshiping a long-dead, never to return master. Even your new mistresses are no more. I almost pity how pathetic youve become, Malfoy. A look of loathing crossed Malfoys face, passing quickly and changing to one of calmness. You think this is about the Dark Lord? Malfoy began to pace in front of them, You think this about some grand design to resurrect Voldemort or some other evil to rule your miserable world? Malfoy allowed himself a laugh, Of course thats what you would think. This, he p ointed to the air around him, all of this is about the most primal evil, the most basic sin that man has ever known. It is the most primitive and the most powerful force that can destroy men. Youre talking about Harry! Nevilles voice resounded thr ough the room. Malfoy turned to face Neville full on. Ah yes, my pawn. Neville shouted out, Im no ones pawn! My boy, you have all been my pawns. You were all so predictable, riding off to rescue your hero, Potter. Like you, he will be predictable, too. Hell come flying in to save his friends, to save his damsel in distress, wont he, my dear? Ginnys pulse stopped cold, a look of fear crossing her visage, noticeable to everyone in view, including Malfoy. You see it, dont you? Im right about him, arent I? You see, the most primitive evil, the hoariest of magic is vengeance. Every one of us here craves but one, simple thing, to revenge ourselves on one Harry Potter. Hermiones eyes widened in a glimpse of understanding, You mean this is personal?

Another gold star for Dumbledores pet! Of course its personal. You are all so arrogant, so full of yourselves. You come riding in here hoping to dispel some grand cabal, fighting the good fight. Heroes to the cause! Think on this children, the most basic evil, the most prominent reason to kill isnt for a cause, its always personal. Malfoy stood up and raised his arms, encompassing the dark gathering of goblins and wizards. All of us have some grievance with Mr. Potter. T he Deatheaters, well you know why the Deatheaters hate him. He deprived them of their rightful place in society, cavorting with halfbloods and muggles. He robbed them of their power, their destiny. He made them hunted outcasts. Imagine what the killing of the great Harry Potter will do for their self-esteem. Malfoy laughed at his joke, And the goblins? Why, pray tell, would they ever want to harm a single little hair on Mr. Potters head? Anyone? How about you Mr. Longbottom? Nevilles head dropped slightly, Gryffindors Sword. Gryffindors Sword, Malfoy repeated Neville with undisguised glee. Not only did Mr. Potter enlist the aid of a goblin to break into Gringotts, which did not sit well with them, I assure you, he gave his word that the payment for the help would be the Sword, Malfoy cast a meaningful glance over at the goblins, rightfully belonging to goblin-kind. He then went back on his word, and stole the Sword, again! He did not! The Sorting Hat provided me the Sword! Harry didnt steal it! If it was anyone, it was me! Neville was beside himself with horror, thinking that hed been, even remotely, responsible for Harrys peril. How noble. Of course they blame Mr. Potter. It was his quest, was it not? It was his task. He, in his usual cowardice, just like now, sent his minions to perform the real hard work, but he is responsible. Ginny was stunned. How could they be so stupid? All this time, she and the others thought that they were protecting Harry, and all theyve done was doom him. Malfoy was right, knowing Harry and his heart, knowing how much theyd grown together, and, with a pang of guilt, how much shed forced him to make her the most important person in his life; she knew that Harry would come, that was what he was, and its what hed always been. What about you, Malfoy? Hermiones head was high, defiant. Whats your reason? If I recall, Harry saved your sons life, and you were far from the Dark Lords favorite, so by killing him, Harry saved your life as well. Do you enjoy being a know-it-all? Do you revel in being a freak of nature? Malfoys sneer cast a shadow over all of them. He made my son a weakling, a pitiful whelp! He ruined the purity of our bloodline. Draco was supposed to be my heir, my legacy. He was supposed to be the power that defended all wizard-kind from the likes of you Ms. Granger and from the likes of Harry Potter. Malfoy had lost his composure, his eyes blazed in pure hate and contempt. Why do I hate Harry Potter? I hate him because he made me loathe and hate my son. An uncomfortable quiet descended upon the room. The other Deatheaters looked at each other curiously and then turned to leave. Malfoy regained his sense of control and turned to look at his prisoners, There is no need to fear, we will not kill you, at least not yet. You will bear witness to the destruction of one Harry James Potter. His suffering shall be your punishment. With that he started to walk away. Malfoy! Hermiones voice was commanding, assertive, so much so, Malfoy paused a step, but did not look back. You are a pathetic shell of a man, and I was wrong, I dont a lmost pity you, I do pity you. Her tone was strident taking Malfoy by surprise.

She continued, By the way, my name is Mrs. Hermione Weasley! Please do try to be accurate with your lectures. Chapter 18 - Mobilization Harry helped guide Cho to the Weasleys bedroom. Gently he placed her on Ron and Hermiones bed and bade her to rest, assuring her that all would end well. Returning to the living room, Harry collected his rucksack and made to leave. On his way out, he spotted Ron, still rooted to the same spot hed been in when Harry arrived. Ron! Harry grasped his friend by the shoulders. Ron! Weve got to go. Ron eyes had been blank, but the implied notion of action shook him from his stupor. Go, Harry? Were going to do something, then? Of course, come on! Harry grabbed Rons arm and apparated away from the room. They appeared within moments at the main entrance of the Ministry of Magic. Beckoning Ron to follow, Harry dove into the crowd, walking purposefully, without hesitation. Harry, where are we going? Why are we here? We need to do something now! Ron reached and grabbed Harrys elbow, whipping him around. Harry pulled closer to Rons face. The veins in Harrys neck were visible and he had his teeth drawn tight, in obvious anger. Do you want to see Hermione alive? Well do you? Ron pulled back from the intensity of the question, Well I want Ginny back and theres only one way I know to do that. Now you can trust me and well do this together, or you can stay behind, and Ill do it myself. Whats it going to be Ron? How can you say that, Harry? After all this time, after all weve been through, you know I trust you. Then come on, were wasting time! With that Harry continued his trek further into the Ministry. When they arrived at the Office of Aurors, Harry led Ron back towards his office. When they reached it, Harry shut the door and turned to the pensieve standing in the back corner. This was one of the only personal items that Harry had brought with him to his new office. This was the same pensieve that had called Albus Dumbledores office home until its owners death. Reaching into his bag, Harry pulled out the same item hed used in Rons apartment when questioning Cho. It was a small glass vial, colored a deep blue. Hey, whats that? Rons curiosity briefly overcoming his grief. Cho was too distraught to be questioned. The memory was too raw for her, so I asked her to share it with me. Harry removed the stopper from the vial and poured its contents into the pensieve. Harry found himself drifting as if floating along clouds. He turned to and fro, looking for the memory that Cho had shared. He found her image floating and moved towards it. Soon he found himself viewing a scene from Hogwarts. Cho was sitting with her friend Marietta Edgecombe. Cho had obviously been sobbing, and her friends face was covered in acne, a result of a jinx shed suffered from betraying Dumbledores Army. Cho looked up from her weeping and stood tall, You know, the thing of it is, well, I was beginning to really fall in love with Harry. He was surprised a nd shocked at the revelation. For the longest time, hed thought that her interest in him was solely to be close the person who last

saw Cedric Diggory alive. Harry dropped out of this memory, since it obviously wasnt the one he was looking for. He searched some more throughout the pantheon of images until he found one that seemed likely. He found himself at an inn, just as Ginny and Hermione were arriving with the rest. As they walked in, Harry noted a figure in the corner, watching the group pass. Thats Nott! A Deatheater! Was he the one behind all this, Harry wondered. In moments, Harry was riding along with the group as they careened through the countryside on their brooms. He could see Ginny leading the way. His heart raced a bit, admiring her fearlessness, her ability at guiding the group through the nooks and crannies of the terrain. He raced along with them, taking note of every feature, every detail. Soon he found himself on the ground, walking with them as they approached the Dark Citadel. He heard their every word, especially when Ginny cautioned them to return. That would have been a wise precaution, and Harry was stunned at Nevilles insistence to proceed. He walked to the entrance, standing by Ginny. He wanted to get her perspective as much as possible. Harry reminded himself, that these were Chos memories, her side of the story. He noted that Chos eyes seemed to drift towards Dennis, more often than not. When they reached the doors, Harry braced himself for what hed find. As he studied the room inside the doorway, he noticed that is was a very large and open space. On the far wall was a balcony, which ran the whole length of the building. To Harrys left and right, were large staircases mounted to the side walls that led up to the balcony. At the landing of each stairway and along the banister of the of the steps, Harry saw goblins, at least a score on each side. Looking further up the stairs, he noticed the figures of five men, obscured by the light they were casting down on Potters Army. Harrys eyes drifted upward, taking in the massive dome atop the structure. As Harry focused on the dome, he noticed several wispy figures floating in the space of the dome. Dementors! Harry cringed; there were at least ten of the them, maybe more. When the booming voice of Ginnys captor echoed in the memory, Harry knew immediately who it was. Malfoy! Harry followed the memory to its conclusion. He was proud of Ginnys courage, urging Dennis and Cho to get help. He understood Chos horror at Dennis decision to hold off their pursuit, especially considering the way Cho had been looking at him during the memory. When the memory ended, Harry stepped back from the pensieve and took a deep breath. Lucious Malfoy. Whats that, Harry? Malfoy? Ron turned an incredulous eye towards Harry. Malfoys holding them. Hes got them and hes has a whole lot of help. Harry paced about for a minute and then turned to Ron, Wait here. What do you mean, wait here? Rons voice trembled. Shouldnt we get the others, Ive got my galleon with me, and I can have them here in a pinch. Dont! Ron, havent you learned anything yet? Harrys tone softened at Rons hurt look. Ron, you said you trust me, so just wait here, and dont do anything. Harry left his office and flew down the corridor. When he reached Dawlishs office, he wasnt surprised to find both Lachlan and Miles sitting there as well. Dawlish turned rapidly, surprised by Harrys sudden appearance. Its Malfoy! Harrys hurried pace forced the words out of his mouth faster than hed anticipated. Miles turned to him with a questioning glance, What? What do you mean?

Harry took a deep breath and tried to slow down, The man behind all this is Luc ious Malfoy. Hes got goblins and dementors and maybe some of the other Deatheaters, too, but hes the one. Hes got Ginny and Hermione! Are you sure? Dawlish looked at Harry, already convinced that Harry was sure. Harry told the men what his friends had found out during the course of their clandestine investigation. Makes sense. Was all Dawlish had to add. Weve got to do something! Harry was starting to let the panic overtake him. Lachlan reached a calming hand out to him, Easy, lad. We will. We dont want to rush off, rashly, do we? Miles assumed a fatherly tone with Harry. Thats just what he expects. Malfoy is fighting based on what he knows. Harry thought on that for a bit, Malfoy hadnt met the new Harry Potter. In the p ast, Harry would have run off, and just jumped into trouble, mostly alone. Now he was part of a bigger whole, both with Ginny, but in his life. He knew what he had to do, and he knew, in his heart, that this was the best approach. We need to get all the Aurors we can and go in a clustered apparition. Dawlish was already sending out owls to collect his widely spread Aurors. Do you think that you have enough of the memory studied to act as apex, Harry? Yes, sir. Was all Harry could manage. Dawlish continued, As soon as we mobilized our forces, we can go and get everyone out. We shouldnt be more than a few hours. Harrys face fell. Remember, son, this is about you, not them, they are the bait. We can wait a little before we spring their trap, we have time. H-Harry? Outside the office door, Ron stood shaking. Behind him stood George and Lee, both their faces ashen with shock. Harrys heart stopped, Ron, what is it? Ron extended his hand. Within it he held one of the fake galleons from the P.A. The Protean Charm had been used to inscribe a brief message. Potter. Be Here. Hour. Or Ginny Dies. LM Chapter 19 King Takes Queen Lucious Malfoy was a predatory cat, his eyes constantly roving as he paced the length of the balcony in the Dark Citadel. He had his captives arrayed along the back wall of the platform, allowing him to watch them while at the same time; he could keep an eye on the entrance to the keep. It was from here, he was able to blind the members of P.A. during their capture and he hoped hed have that advantage when Potter arrived. Potter! The name alone made his blood boil. The Dark Lord had been a fool. While Voldemort pursued his own glory, he never really made Potter the priority he should have been until it was too late. Malfoy vowed to himself that he would not make the same mistake. He would not underestimate Potter as being lucky. Malfoy understood completely that if he regarded Potter as a fully accomplished wizard, then he would take the proper actions needed to finally kill him. As he roved the balustrade, Malfoy avoided continued conversation with his prisoners, especially the annoying Granger woman, or Weasley, whatever her name may be. Leave it to the Weasleys to muddle their lineage with mudblood intermixing. His anxiety had started rising; he had

anticipated that Potter would be here by now. Perhaps, he was giving Potter too much credit for being able to figure out where he needed to go. Unconsciously, he let out an audible snort, the only sign of his frustration. Things not going as planned? Hermiones comment dripped with sarcasm. You think, Ginny that our captor has not quite figured out your Harry? Ginny smiled at her friends audacity. Well, you know Harry, always refu sing to participate in plans for his demise. You both have such sharp senses of humor. Malfoy was not about to let them se e his nervousness. He moved towards a table that rest against the balcony railing. The table contained the groups confiscated wands and other items. Malfoy danced his fingers across the items on the table. His hand stopped suddenly, a self-satisfied look on his face. He turned his face up towards the girls and smiled. Ill be frank with you both; Im quite surprised that Mr. Potter has not shown up. Perhaps hes showing himself to be the coward he always has been. Ginnys blood began to boil at the comment. Perhaps hes trying to gather more of his friends together to do his bidding? Malfoy brought his hand up, his hand holding an object up for them to see. It was one of the galleons that held the Protean Charm that allowed them to communicate. Hmmm, what have we here? Protean Charm? How quaint. I wonder if we cant give Mr. Potter the proper incentive to be on time for his death. He concentrated on the coin for a few minutes. Well, that should do it. He held the coin up for Ginny to see clearly. She gasped audibly. With a smile, he showed the coin to Hermione. You know, if Mr. Potter doesnt decide that his fiancs life is worth the effort, perhaps Mr. Weasley will get the message and die in Mr. Potters place. For the first time since their capture, Hermione began to feel a tinge of despair. We dont have a choice, we have to move. Harry was startled by Dawlishs statement. A half hour doesnt give us much time, but I dont see what else we can do. Well just go with who we have. Lachlan looked at Dawlish, How many do we have? Theres me and you, Harry, Cavendish, Milton, and Dawes. Dawlish gave Harry a look of apology. Well have to make this a rescue mission instead of a capture mission. Cavendish was a tall woman, with tanned skin and a shy smile. Her eyes were amber, which were accentuated by long, silky black hair. Milton and Dawes seemed to mirror images of each other. Both were light skinned, with white hair. Neither bore facial hair, but had age lines that did nothing to hide their seniority. Both had been working together for so long, that neither were distinguishable from each other, save for their eyes. Milton had black, coal-like eyes that seemed lifeless, until he was angered. Dawes eyes were a light blue, which seemed to reflect the sky at noon on a springtime afternoon. Well, could you use me? Miles Jackson-Smythe sat comfortably in a side chair, the smoke from his pipe framing his face in a ring. Im still up to snuff, if you know what I mean, and I wouldnt mind having a go at some Deatheaters. Dawlish gave Miles an appreciative nod. That makes seven, enough for a spear. What about us? We can help! Ron spoke up, wanting desperately to have something to do with saving his wife.

No. Dawlish was adamant in his response. Look, Mr. Weasley, I know your wife is part of this, and I know you want to be an Auror. How would it be, if you died on your first time out with us? Ron refused to be denied, I dont care about myself, but if you hadnt noticed, were all good in a fight with Deatheaters, and we were the ones that figured out who was behind this whole thing. Ron gave Dawlish one last desperate plea, Mr. Dawlish, Ive got to be there, we can help. Ten is better than seven, no matter how much training weve had. He has a point, Dawlish. Lachlans intercession surprised Dawlish. They can free the hostages while we make short work of the baddies. Theyll be your responsibility, Lachlan. McCrory gave a nod in agreement. Dawlish looked at Ron, George and Lee in succession. You can come as long as you do exactly what Mr. McCrory tells you. They all gave there assent to his conditions. You will only be there to free your friends. You go in, you release them and you get them out. Do not get in our way; well have our hands full as it is. Dawlish pulled up his own Aurors ruck sack and looked around at everyone, and moved out the door. The rest followed in his wake. They moved down to the main hall of the Ministry, their presence of purpose and black robes causing the passers by to move out of their way. Once in the hall, Dawlish turned to his companions, Okay, form the spear, and ready yourselves for a clustered apparition. In Auror terms, the best way to apparate a large group in the face of hostile opposition was to form a spear. The spear was an inverted vee-shaped formation where the lead apparating Auror, called the apex, would stand. In this case, Harry was at the tip of the spear, since he held the knowledge of where they were to appear. Dawlish assumed a position to the left and immediate rear of Harry, while Lachlan stood to Harrys right and immediate rear. Miles stood to Dawlishs immediate left and rear and Cavendish assumed the same position relative to Miles. The other two Aurors, Dawes and Milton assumed mirror image positions on the right hand side. Once fully formed, the seven Auror spear stood ready to present a front to an enemy that allowed the individual Aurors to fight together and mutually support each other. Dawlish told Ron, George and Lee to assume positions inside the spear, offering them maximum protection. A clustered apparition was performed by having every Auror place a hand on the person in front of them in the formation. In this manner, Harry had both Dawlish and Lachlan placing a hand on his shoulders. Likewise, each Auror laid a hand on the shoulder of the one in front. Dawlish had George and Lee clasp onto Rons shoulders, who then reached and grabbed hold of Lachlans shoulder, to his right. Dawlish looked around at the band of ten heading as they prepared themselves. Right, wands out! In unison, the seven Aurors drew their wands and placed them in their free hands. The three interlopers mimicked their actions. Well then, ready Harry? Harry nodded his head. He was surprised that he didnt feel nervous or tense, in fact, he felt quite reassured. Perhaps the feeling of hands on his shoulders, like supports for the weary, made him feel stronger. He actually felt like he was receiving energy through the connectivity to his comrades. Well, then, we better be at it, then. Lets go! In the presence of all the people watching at the Ministry, the fist of Aurors, warriors all, disappeared in flash of fire and smoke. Malfoys pacing had increased its speed. He was coiled, ready, his eyes constantly roving the doors below. When hed charmed the galleon message, hed turned over a small hourglass in front of Ginny and Hermione, leaving it suspended in the air, in their full view. The sands in the glass were roughly three quarters of the way depleted and his anticipation grew with every grain that dropped. Between circuits of the balcony, he would take time to taunt the hapless captives.

Maybe he doesnt love you as much as he loves his own pitiful life, eh? The words were hurled like missiles and yet, Ginny was calm. This serenity surprised her, but she felt it reflected her true feelings for Harry, her absolute trust, no matter what. Part of her hoped upon hope that he wouldnt show, that he would remain safe and free. However, in the deep recesses of her being, she knew hed come, it was just a question of how. Her greatest fear was that hed arrive as he was wont to do. He was the lone hero, bravely standing up to evils plot; thats what he always did. Thats what he did countless times against Voldemort and thats what he did against the Furies. Ginny Weasleys greatest fear was that Harry would be Harry. Outside the entrance, a loud crack and thunder broke the silence of the tension. Malfoy whirled towards the door, raising his hands in signal to his allies to ready themselves. The fool, Malfoys mouth twisted into a sneer. He didnt even bother to hide his approach. He turned and looked into Ginnys eyes, his own blazing a fire of death and triumph, He was so desperate to save his sweet Ginny. Enjoy watching your beloveds death. In that instant, the two entryway doors exploded in a shower of light, smoke and debris, showering the first floor denizens with dust and shrapnel. The haze hovered at the entrance, obscuring the vision of those within. Malfoy had unconsciously crouched down at the destruction of the doors. Rising, he peered into the white smoke that permeated the entrance. As his vision started to recover, Malfoy noticed a tall figure coming to stark clarity in the middle of the fog. The tendrils of smoke seemed to drop off the mans robes as if unable to cling to the absolute purity of his cause. The figure was walking through the smoke, his robes, dark black, marked with a sheen as if a magical aura covered him. His gait was slow, deliberate, the heels of his boots the only sound in the room as he walked across the cluttered pavestones. Malfoy smiled, a genuinely gleeful smile, the fool had come alone. Ginnys heart jumped when the doors evaporated in a cacophony of sound and force . As she watched his approach through the mist, her pulse ran in a sing song of love and affection. She saw his face and especially those eyes. His eyes glowed with a fire shed not seen before. They roamed the hall, taking in every detail. Then they stopped and locked with hers. Ginny saw the love and the relief that reached out and warmed her entire body in that one look. Abruptly, another thought that stunned her to the core. At her side, Hermione had dipped her head. Hes come alone. Hermione couldnt hide the disappointment in her voice. Time had stood still. Harrys walk through the cloud of smoke wasnt more than a few grains through the hourglass. To Lucious Malfoy, the time was interminable. In a matter of seconds his glee turned to indecision and doubt. As his prey walked further into the room, more figures began to appear on either side of Harry, proceeding through the mist. Malfoy stood incredulous at the temerity of Potter. He had not come alone. Kill them! Kill them all! Malfoys scream was hysterical, uncontrolled as the surprise of the Auror spear wrestled with the reality in his mind. Hearing the words, Dawlish offered a relaxed smile. Apparently were uninvited guests. Ill take the left, Lachlan take the right. Harry, the dementors if you please. The Aurors on either side of Harry sprinted from their positions, attacking the goblins that had positioned themselves on the landings of both flanking stairways. Ron, George and Lee found themselves following the right hand group, keeping pace behind Lachlan. Harry gazed at the domed ceiling. There were at least twenty dementors swirling about in circles making a slow descent towards the combatants. If they reached the embattled wizards, the fight would be as good as finished. Harry raised his wand high above his head.

Expecto patronum! Ginnys eyes were momentarily blinded by the brilliance of Harrys spell. As the effect wore off, the image became more and more clear. The aura of white light and haze that were the hallmarks of a Patronus Charm were especially bolder, clearer than any other shed seen, ever. The spell seemed to burst from Harrys wand in a symphony of light that momentarily stunned everyone in the room to inactivity. As the Patronus manifested itself into its form, Ginny prepared herself for the comfortable, reassuring form of the stag. This time, as Harrys Patronus formed, it was not a stag. The figure that burst through into the air was that of a large steed. Its head kicked back, its nostrils flared; and it literally exploded up in the air as if running across a large meadow. Ginnys heart burst, right there. When Harry was teaching the members of Dumbledores Army the proper method of conjuring a Patronus Charm, hed told them to lock on their happiest memory. In Ginnys case, that had been of her first time shed seen Harry, those many years ago on Platform 9 . Ginnys Patronus had come in the shape of a horse that danced around the Room of Requirement, much to the delight of Harry, as she remembered. Now, here, she saw, Harrys Patronus had shaped itself into a steed, a reflection of his bond with her. Hope rose within Ginnys body, and it followed with a certainty that they would be together soon. Harry was slightly taken aback by the force and the form of his Patronus. In the past, his happy memory had been of his parents, of some imagined scene of their being together with him in the time before their deaths. It wasnt a memory that he d had complete assurance that had occurred, but the power of its love had always helped Harry to produce a powerful Patronus. Its form was of a stag, like his fathers. Harry had not used his Patronus Charm since that day in the cavern with the Furies. The Patronus had been defeated, so Harry had decided to find another memory to build on. Harry now was possessed of real memories that reflected his passage through life. These were happy memories, raw and embodied with love and passion. The memory he chose was that of Ginny, sleeping, that first morning shed stayed with him on their return to Grimmauld Place. Hed remembered her rosy hair, not a tress out of place, laying on her pillow providing a ruby frame to her face. Her eyelids were closed, the lashes caressing the top of her cheeks which were carefully highlighted by freckles and curves. Her lips were round, full and had the barest hint of a smile. The sunlight of the dawn highlighted her exquisite beauty, taking his breath away. This was the memory Harry locked in on. This was the image that conjured a Patronus that was unparalleled in force and beauty. Harry noticed the form of his Patronus and smiled. A stallion was a good form, as he recalled Ginnys Patronus shed created back at Hogwarts. A small, detached part of his brain remembered how Tonks Patronus had changed to that of a werewolf, a reflection of her unbreakable love for Remus. Even more, Harry remembered how Snapes Patronus had taken the form of a doe, the same as Harrys mother, in reflection of Snapes unrequited love for Lily. Even his parents, James and Lily, had forms in their charms that complemented each other and demonstrated the bond between them in the guises of a stag and doe. Harry smiled inwardly, he and Ginny were near complete in their unity. The ethereal stallion launched itself upward towards the domed ceiling casting dementors out of its path. When it reached the top of the dome, it trapped most of the dementors against the surface of the ceiling. The effect of the prolonged assault with no where to escape caused hideous tears in the fabric of the dementors being. Their existence began to erode, bits and pieces of their bodies and clothing falling away. After a moment, the dome itself shattered upward, blowing the remaining dementors out through its top. Littering the floor, were the remains of several of the foul creatures. Malfoy stared at the dementors remains on the floor. No one, ever, had been able to destroy a dementor. They were the personification of fear, doubt and hate. They were the amalgam of all the negative feelings that pervaded human-kind. Yet, Potter had been able to use a weapon that

relied on happiness and love to utterly destroy the hate. A inkling of a doubt began to draw itself into Malfoys consciousness. It was the doubt caused by the potential for failure, which could lead to despair. Malfoy refused to surrender to the doubt. He urged his followers on. When Harrys Patronus had dissipated, the silence of the pause was deafening. The dazed occupants of the Citadel stood agape at what theyd just seen. Malfoys urging knocked the entire room into action. Harry moved to a piece of wrecked stone, using it as cover. He exchanged spells with the Deatheaters on the landing above him. Taking a brief glance around he saw Dawlish on his left, with Miles and Cavendish, in a furious exchange of spells with the goblins in that area. Several of the goblins were prostrate on the ground, both hit by spells from the Aurors and unintentional spells from the Deatheaters above. On Harrys right, more goblins were down, as Ron, George and Lee added the weight of their wands to the assault by Lachlan, Milton and Dawes. In that instant, Harry saw a flash of a spell from the balcony hit Dawes; his body crumpled to the floor. Harry turned back towards Dawlish, who locked eyes. Weve got to get to the higher ground! Harry pointed up towards the balcony. Dawlish nodded his head, Well hold here, you go with Lachlan! Harry gave Dawlish a grin and moved from his hiding place. Ginny watched Harry dart from his protective cover. He raced from rock to rock, using the debris as a shield from the incessant attacks from the Deatheaters above. His movements were fluid, graceful, without wasted effort or hesitation. When he reached the side of the stairway, Harry leapt up and placed a hand on the railing, vaulting himself over banister and onto the stairs, behind the embattled goblins and the Aurors. Ginny marveled at Harrys actions, he showed no fear, no doubt. There was only a cool, calm confidence in his every move, his every step. Harry turned to face the goblins from his higher position. Protego! The shield charm knocked flat all of the goblins facing Lachlan and his group. Just then, a spell from the balcony shattered the stone railing near him, showering him with rock and debris, momentarily stopping his momentum. Ginnys heart stopped an instant, as she looked for signs of Harry. Within seconds she could see his figure, turning to move up the stairs, his head up, his robes flapping a billowing trail behind him, marking his progress upwards. Leaving his friends to paralyze the helpless goblins, Harry turned to make his way up the stairs, to the balcony. At the top of the landing, Harry saw Nott and Travers racing towards him wands raised. Impedimenta! Harrys blocking charm brushed the two Deatheaters back from the top of the stairs, allowing Harry, now joined by Lachlan, the ability to reach the balcony. Lachlan turned to pick up the fight with Nott and Travers. He fell into a round of spell, counter spell as Harry raced towards the middle of the balcony, where Malfoy raged. Malfoy could not believe the turn of events. In his mind, this was not happening. The hourglass that hed used to mark the time until Ginny Weasleys death was almost finished, and now he stood with the dementors all but destroyed, over half of his repugnant goblins overcome, and his fellow Deatheaters engaged in a losing battle. Seven Aurors! Potter! He had cheated! Potter was supposed to be the solitary hero. He was not supposed to do this! He wasnt a real Auror! How had this happened? He turned in time to see Nott and Travers flung back by Harrys Impedimenta spell. Protego! Lucious sent a shield charm which knocked Harry back onto the floor. Lucious turned without a look back and ran towards a door, hidden in the wall between where Hermione and Ginny hung. Stupefy! Harry launched his charm from his knees; the charm whizzed above Malfoys head as the former tormenter ducked into the hidden passageway.

Joined by Milton and the rest, Lachlans stalemate with Nott and Travers quickly reversed its fortunes and within seconds both Deatheaters were bound and controlled. Harry turned to find Dawlishs party had overcome its goblins and was trading spells with Dolohov and Jugson on the far landing. Petrificus Totalus! Harrys spell hit both of the remaining Deatheaters square on, ending the battle in the chamber. Harry turned towards Ginn y and saw the waves of relief in her eyes. Alohomora! The bindings holding her arms released their grasp and she fell the short way into his arms. The kiss they shared was one that hed remember for eternity. It was soft but urgent, reflecting the pe nt of fear of loss hed been restraining in order to effect her release. Her response was of love and understanding, recognizing that he was a different man, a better man, free from doubt and second guessing. He was resolute, confident in their life together. Releasing from their embrace, Harry eyed Ginny carefully. She smiled and tilted her head. He returned her smile and tore off, through the hidden door after Malfoy. Ginny grinned to herself. Apparently, she thought to herself, theyd begun to mas ter the silent communication that lovers have. A shout broke her reverie. Hermione! Ron came running up to where his wife was held. Quickly releasing her, he caught her and held her tight to his chest, taking time to lift his head and shower her with kisses about her face and lips. Ginny watched the pair, basking in the joy of their reunion, melding the whole that came so close to being torn asunder. Ron seemed older, Ginny thought, more upright, confident. It was not unlike a change in someone else she knew. She looked towards the doorway where Harry had disappeared. Dawlish and Lachlan met in the middle of the balcony and shook hands. That was, interesting. Lachlan snickered at Dawlishs penchant for understatement. Dawlish surveyed the ca rnage around him, Whats our situation? Lachlan turned towards the foot of the stairs, Dawes is hurt, but not badly. We have about twenty goblins tied up and two of our Deatheaters friends in custody. How about you? Miles took a nasty fall. Lachlan gave him a concerned look. Hes fine, Cavendish is with him. Weve got the same number of goblins secured over there and we nipped Jugson and Dolohov. Dolohov? Theyve been missing his company in Azkeban. Lachlan mused a bit. That Weasley boy, Ron. He did quite well today. Did you say he wanted to be an Auror? Harry mentioned it to me. He was vouching for him. Dawlish reflected on Harrys actions today. Harry had done well, in fact, hed done better than any Auror Dawlish had ever se en. Dawlish thought that Harry may very well be the best hed ever worked with. Hes a good lad, Ron, I mean. Lachlan watched as Ron and Hermione continued their reunion. Dawlish looked over at his comrade, You fancy having an apprentice? Why not? Cant stay retired forever. Just end up in a pub somewhere for some child -Auror to find me. Lachlan laughed and looked around. Speaking of which, where is Harry? Harry ran down a narrow passage that led from the Citadels main room. Soon he co uld hear the crashing of the waves, as he approached an opening at the end of the passage. Harry sped out of the opening on a wide open area, overlooking the foreboding cliffs, the surf pounding in his ears. Turning quickly, Harry raised his wand.

Expelliarmus! Malfoy had been hiding near the doorway. His spell had sent Harrys wand flying back into the passage. Incarcerous! Ropes appeared from the ether, binding Harry tight, not allowing any movement. Malfoy moved the point of his wand to Harrys neck. You think youve won? Dont you Potter! You think youve beaten me! Now look at you. Rushing out here, in your arrogance! Im going to kill you, Potter. Im going to kill you here and now, but I want you to die knowing one thing. Im going to kill her, too, Potter. Im going to take away the one person you cant afford to lose. Im going to make her suffer and I wanted you to take that with you to your grave. Malfoy stepped back freeing his wand from Harrys neck. His eyes blazed with fury and hate. His mouth was curled into a smile, as the culmination of all his vengeance, all his rage was fixed on the tip of his wand and on the words forming in his mouth. Avada Keda- Expelliarmus! Malfoys wand flew over the edge of the landing, flying off into the surf. Turning to face the threat, Malfoy found his extremities paralyzed, no part of his body responding to his commands. A dark figure moved from the shadows of the landing. Garbed in black, the man was tall, pale with a shock of platinum blonde hair that flowed in the wind. His eyes were blue, but haunted. His cheeks were gaunt, ashen, as if the man had a weight on his soul that refused to be moved. His wand pointed at Malfoy. Draco. Draco Malfoy turned a brief eye towards Harry, barely acknowledging his presence. He turned his entire focus on his father. Lucious recovered from his shock, Draco? You fool! I was about to finish Potter, what are you doing? Be still, father. Draco hurled the name like a curse, his lips twisted. You havent earned the right to kill him. You spent all of your energy, all of your passion, Dracos eyes dropped to the ground, his voice becoming a whisper, all of your love on teaching me. Love? Lucious jeering laughter rang through the air. Do you see how youve failed me, failed our family, boy? Love, you simpering fool? What is love compared to power? What is love compared to fear? You had it in your hands, and you failed, coward. You are not my son! His fathers words hit Draco like blows. A light flashed in Dracos eyes and he raised his wand towards his fathers face. A look of hate and fear permeating his being, the killing curse forming on his lips. As quick as it appeared, a look of doubt that bordered on pity p assed over Dracos face. His wand dropped to his side, a small tear forming in the corner of his eye. Coward! Lucious was livid, hed raised a son that couldnt even revenge a slight. You dont even have the nerve to kill me, youre pathetic. You dont know how to wield real power, and you never will. Dracos face dropped, his shoulders drooped down as if the weight on him had increased tenfold. Hes wielding the greatest power in the world. Ginny stepped from the passage, Harrys wand in her hand. She turned to Lucious, Anyone can kill the helpless. Real power is the ability to grant life, when you have the choice. Draco looked up momentarily, his eyes finding Ginny. She smiled at him and looked back to Lucious, You are pathetic, Lucious. Your whole life has been consumed by power and revenge. Youve lost sight of the power of love and life. What good is power without someone to share it

with? What good is death, if no one remembers you? You worried so much about Voldemort and power and Harry, you lost your most precious legacy, your sons love. Lucious looked away from Ginny, his face taut, his voice silent. Im sorry for you Lucious, Im sorry because you will never have what me and Harry have. I pity you and I feel good about Draco. He can still find it, he can still be a better man. Her gaze had shifted to Draco, trying to impart her words to him, looking for some sign that what she was saying had meaning. Dracos shoulders straightened. He took a deep breath and look of confidence came over him. He cast one last look towards Lucious. Father and son, both filled with contempt for each other, bade each other farewell. Draco turned to look at Ginny and Harry, his bonds having been released by Ginny. Were even now, Potter. You saved my life, now I saved yours. Pray we do not meet again. Draco Malfoy did not look at his father when he left. He simply turned and walked towards the other end of the cliff and disappeared into the darkness. Harry clung to Ginny, his mind racing over the events of the past few minutes. They held each other close, their hearts beating together in time. Voices calling their names echoed up to them from the passage. Harry kissed Ginny sweetly and guided her shoulders away from the evil that was Lucious Malfoy. Lets go home. Chapter 20 New Beginnings Harry and Ginny followed Ron and Hermione into the Weasleys apartment. The hour was late and the two couples were exhausted on their feet. The emotional strain of the past few days had begun to show on them all, but more so, on Ron. Hed been quiet since freeing Hermione from her bonds. The near loss of his wife had reinitiated a train of thought within his head that was leading him down a path that he knew, would be for the best. The past weeks had taught him that he needed to be more serious about what he was going to be in the future. Ron wanted to be more than a jokester. His gaze drifted to Hermione, of all of them, she was the steadiest, the most consistent. She was the rock that he and Harry, and now Ginny had all relied on in a crisis. She was decisive, true and strong. Over the recent weeks, it had been she that had brought the P.A. together, she was the one Ginny relied on for matters of the heart; she had been the one with the most faith in everyone. Rons mind went back to the decision causing the storm in his brain and a path resolved itself. He would be an Auror, he would be provide strength to complement Hermione, so that, as a family no one could ever tear them apart. Now, his brain, exhausted from coming to that conclusion, how should he tell Hermione and avoid a slow death? Ron and Hermione half sat, half fell into one of the large easy chairs in the living room. Ginny, for her part, sat in a chair across from them. She beckoned to Harry to join her, but he held a hand, giving her a look, asking her to wait. While his friends watched him, Harry went in the Weasleys bedroom and saw Cho, lying asleep, her body curled into a ball. Her shoulders were shaking, as if she was still crying, but no sound came to Harrys ears. Reaching down, Harry touched her shoulder, whispering to her. Cho? There was no response. Cho, Dennis is all right. Did you hear me? Dennis is just fine, hes back. Her movement stopped, her body tensed. She turned to look at Harry, her eyes read and swollen from her hours of grief and heartache. Her face asked the question, her voice had not quite found the energy to ask.

Hes at Deans house. Hes not injured, just a litt le bruised. He asked about you; if you had made it back. If you hurry, you might Harry never finished his sentence. She leapt up and ran to through the door. Harry heard the front door slam and he returned to the living room. Harry had a wry smile as he saw the stunned looks on his friends. Ginny, in particular, had a playful, questioning expression on her face. As he joined her on the chair, he told them about Cho. She has it bad for Dennis. I think it might be mutual, but she nearly lost it when she thought he sacrificed himself for her. I understand her feelings. Ginnys retort came without any real bite. She was far too exhausted, far to content to engage in any banter. Harry felt her struggle with consciousness. Well, I think we should be off, dont you Gin? Harry stood and offered a hand to Ginny. Gratefully she let him pull her from the chair. Harry turned to Ron, Thanks, Ron. For everything, I dont know what Id done without you. He turned to Ginny, I dont know what I d do without her. Hermione sat smiling in her chair, watching her friends. She was excited that they finally figured it out. She turned to Ron, looking him over, noticing that he was preoccupied with something. His lips were turned in a manner that he only had when pondering things of great consequence. Shed have to ask him about it soon. Presently, though, she had to get something out in the open. Harry, what we saw, during the battle, do you think we should talk about it? She sat up, her tone was quiet, helpful. Harry looked at her, confused, Which part? The forty or so goblins, the Deatheaters, or the love of my life strung up like a Christmas ham? I think shes talking about you, darling. It was the first time shed used that word with him. Hed have to figure out if he liked it or not. Right now, it sounded sweet. Oh, well, what about it, Hermione? What about my actions do you think is sinister? Its not that at all, its just, well, you displayed some pretty extraordinary pow ers tonight. You moved so fast, and your Patronus, well no one has ever done that to a dementor before. Hermione looked at him steadfastly, That was sweet, however, I do love the change in your Patronus. Harry blushed, then turned to Hermione, Ive been trying tell all of you, everyone, that Im fine. Something happened when I faced the Furies. Call it an initiation, but I feel better than Ive ever felt. You can thank Ginny for the Patronus, her love, her support, is more than enough power to sustain us, just ask Lucious Malfoy. Well talk tomorrow. Ginny led Harry by the hand. She gave a wave to Ron and Hermione and walked towards the door. Hermione saw her give Harry a little wink and coquettish smile and soon they were gone, heading home. Hermione let out a little laugh at their fun. She turned to Ron, who was still sitting, quiet, and his mind racing a mile a minute. Hermione planted a small kiss on his cheek. What is it? The kiss broke Ron out of his stupor. He grinned, sheepishly at her. Its nothing really. The look on his wifes face did not accept that answer. He wilted under her gaze. Hermione, its just that, well, I want to be an Auror. There, it was out, Ron held his breath expecting an outburst.

Hermione looked at him for a moment and then smiled, I already know that, silly. Ive always known that. It suits you, it was just a matter of time until you figured it out for yourself. You knew? I mean, how, er, how long? Hermione thought Ron was cute when he st ammered. Im your wife, I knew it before you did. She rose and gave him an inviting smile, her eyes dancing in the light. Now, come to bed. Ron Weasley did not need a second invitation. As parties go, this one had all the hallmarks of becoming legendary. The room was packed with revelers who were bent on regaling all who would listen, the story of the Battle of Cape Wrath. None were more animated, or more exaggerated than the tales of bravado and heroics being spouted by George Weasley and Lee Jordan. Both men would try to outdo the other in expressing what each others reactions had been to the fierce encounter that included goblins, Deatheaters and dementors. Thrown into the mix were their enhancements of their story telling with various samples of their products. Here and there a casted spell was luminated with a fire ball here or a caterwaul there. None of their respective audiences were disappointed in their display, especially given the firewhiskey that was being freely poured. Harry looked around the room. All the members of Potters Army were there. When theyd arrived, all had given Harry contrite looks of apology, but his smile and reassurance let them know that he harbored no ill will. Harry was curious about how close his guardians had watched him. His gaze turned to Ginny, who was in the corner of the room talking to the Parvati Patil, and his cheeks reddened a bit. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lachlan McCrory and Dawlish speaking together in a close huddle. Miles Jackson-Smythe had made a brief appearance to the party, but was called away by the Ministry. Milton was at St. Mungos, keeping the injured Dawes company until the latter was able to leave. Cavendish was in the corner, casting a haughty look as Dean Thomas and Ernie MacMillan vied for her attention. Harry smiled and walked over where Lachlan and Dawlish were standing. Mr. Dawlish, sir. Thanks for helping me get her back, sir. Dawlish accepted Harrys handshake and rolled is eyes at Lachlan. Harry, weve actually known each other for a long time, please call me Cameron. Harry mouth dropped open. In all these years, hed had no idea that Dawlish had any other name, except Dawlish. Lachlan let out a huge guffaw! Dawlish, no one in the Office has ever called you Cameron, even the ones that liked you, why are you putting this on Harry? Dawlish gave his friend a hard stare which turned into a wistful thought, Based on what Ive seen from Harry over the past few weeks, its more than likely that Ill be working for him. Harry stood, perplexed by Dawlishs candor. He decided to change the subject. Oh, er, sorry, um, Cameron. Anyway, about Ron, I was wondering if youd given his acceptance some thought. Dawlish gave Lachlan a nod. Lachlan spoke, Hes to become and Auror. Hell be assigned to me, Ill train him! Harry beamed, Lachlan was an inspired choice. Tell him to see me in the Office on Monday. Lachlan gave Harry a conspiratorial wink, Tell him to be ready to go to work. Harry bid adieu to the pair and moved off to find Ron. Ron and Hermione were still wrapped together at a table across the room. It was as if theyd just discovered that they were in love recently. They were trading soft kisses, and smiling and laughing at each other. Harry was pretty sure that Ron had told Hermione about his intentions,

this must be the make up portion after the fight. As he approached their table, Harry carefully scanned Rons face and body for signs of injury that Hermione may have inflicted during their conversation. Ron looked no worse for wear. Hey Ron, do you have a minute? Harry decided that discretion was the better part of valor. Its okay, Harry, I told her. Harry gave Ron a skeptical look, unsure if they were talking abo ut the same thing. Men! Hermione snorted with an air of false contempt. Yes, Harry. Ron told me about wanting to be an Auror. You can stop trying to protect him. He held his own quite well, last night. She gave her husband a quick wink. Ron nearly choked on his drink and turned to Harry, begging him to speak up. Harry laughed heartily, Well, anyway, since you survived last night, and I dont mean the Dark Citadel, Ive been asked to have you report to the Office on Monday morning. Lachlan McC rory will be your trainer. He said, be ready to go to work, if I recall correctly. Thats splendid, Harry. Thanks a bunch! Ron gave Hermione a huge hug. Ginny had walked up beside Harry and slipped her arms around his waist. She raised a questioning eye to him. Rons been accepted into Auror training, he starts on Monday. Brilliant, Ron! Ginny gave a look to Hermione, How long before he broke down and told you? What? What do you mean? Ron looked back and forth between Hermione and his sister. Are you saying you knew it too? Ginny gave a mischievous grin. Ron, a woman always knows what her man is thinking. She leaned over and gave Harry a kiss on his cheek. And a woman always shares what her man is thinking with her best friend. Both Ron and Harry looked at each other and at their respective mates, mouths agape. Their amazement was broken by furor by the front door. Look, its mum and dad! Ginny pulled Harry towards her parents. Molly and Arthur Weasley entered the room and took in the party in full swing. Spying Ginny and Harry, they moved over to meet them. We got your invitation. Molly Weasley looked around, registering the faces of the guests. So whats this all about anyway? Arthur Weasley turned to face the couple, Yes, quite right, did we miss something? Harry and Ginny looked at each other, and burst into laughter. Chapter 21 Changes of Plan The next morning, Harry and Ginny slept in, enjoying the comfort of not having to be anywhere, and especially, not having to worry about assassins around the every corner. They lay together, enjoying each others touch and presence. Finally, they rose, and went down for breakfast. Kreacher had left them a wide array of choices for their meal. The house-elf had already returned to Hogwarts, after telling Harry that hed only need to call and the house -elf would return. Harry enjoyed the time alone, truly alone with Ginny.

Harry stared at her for a moment, taking in her beauty, drinking in the sheer joy of being with her. She gave him a playful, pixie-like smile, What? Nothing, really. Harry smiled back at her. So, the season is about to start up again. When do you think youll be heading back to the Harpies? A small cloud crossed Ginnys face as if Harry had raised a subject; she was not quite ready to deal with. I have a few more weeks, but there is an exhibition match coming up this weekend. Thats great, Ginny! Whore you playing? Is it in Holyhead? We could make a weekend of it. Harry seemed genuinely enthusiastic about the prospect of watching Ginny play. Ginnys response was more subdued, No, its against Puddlemere United. It looks like Oliver Wood will be retaining his job at Keeper this year. Harry was ecstatic a t that announcement. During his first year at Hogwarts, Oliver Wood had been the Captain of the Gryffindor House Team. Oliver had made the unprecedented decision to name Harry to the team, and Harry had flourished from there. When Oliver had graduated, Harry was delighted that hed been accepted to join Puddlemere United, but for the first few years, Oliver was carried as a reserve keeper. Last year, Oliver had finally broken into the starting role and took part in the epic title match against Ginnys Harpies which lasted almost five days. The match finally came down to a bit of derring-do by Ginny that involved several barrel rolls to avoid a bludger and a grass-level, inverted pass to catch the snitch. Harry laughed to himself at the memory; Ginny received the Dangerous Dai Llewellyn Commemorative Medal, awarded for players who take immense risks that produce a winning or entertaining result. Harry had been lost in thought, his excitement building about the idea of watching a good Quidditch match, that hed almost missed the cloud over Ginnys response. Is there something the matter? Whats wrong? I dont know, Harry. She hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. That last tour, before everything thats happened recently, took a lot out of me. Of course it did, Ginny, its been a long season, and you were exhausted. Harry reminded her of the Harpies win the Great Britain sectionals, the first in their history. Ginny wondered if every woman involved with a man was similarly handicapped by their consistent inability to see things that were less than obvious. Harry, Im not talking about the sport, Im talking about, oh never mind! She sat back in her seat, in a huff. Ginny, really, I want to know, whats bothering you? Harry was since rely puzzled. He was wracking his brain, covering every conversation, every observation over the past few weeks. What had he missed? What clue had he overlooked? Was this a bad thing? Harry Potter was a good, possibly great Auror, but he had no way to figure out the mysteries that were the minds of women. Ginny watched his face and saw the genuine confusion that reigned there. Her expression softened, because she also saw concern and love in his face as well. He loved her, of that she had no doubt, but maybe shed need to be a little more expressive as to what was on her mind. She chuckled, remembering his comment about working on their communication. Saving the world does put a lot of strain on a relationship. She smiled at him and let him off the hook, just this once. Its not that at all. Ive enjoyed playing Quidditich, but I cant help but think that its a childs game. Ive been playing for three years, and I want more. I want to be married; I want to have children with you Harry. He smiled at that comment. Most of all, I want to be an adult.

Harry had not expected this. Hed always thought that he would be asking too much of her by wanting more of her time. Yet, here she was, expressing the same feelings hed had. Is there something else youd like to do, besides have children with me, that is? He smiled inanely at her. She laughed, Ive been chatting to the senior Quidditch correspondent at the Daily Prophet, he may be retiring, and there may be an opening for me there. A reporter! At the Daily Prophet! This turn was certainly unexpected; hed had no idea that this had been a desire of Ginnys. Given his history with reporters from the Daily Prophet, Harry was sure hed blocked out that possibility subconsciously. He made a mental note to remind himself to have a few more conversations with his wife to be in the future. Hed been handed quite a few surprises, and they were scarcely done with breakfast. Oh Harry, Ginny cast a mocking grin at him, Dont say it that way, its not like youll be seeing a juicy expose about the great Harry Potter, its Quidditch. Harry returned her smile, holding his hands up in surrender, Well, if there were an expose, youd certainly have the goods. She threw a breakfast roll at his head. When theyd recovered from their laughter, he leaned into her ear, So, when do you think youd want to start? Being a reporter, I mean. She looked at him, This year, I would think. Ill talk to Gwenog after this match and offer to stay on until they find my replacement. I hear that Hogwarts has some really talented players graduating this month, so, that shouldnt be a problem. Harry grew serious, Ginny, Im obviously delighted. If you are sure that this what you want, Ill support you as much as I can. I just want you to be happy. Harry, Im happiest with you. I want to have a life together, not traipsing around the globe, missing you. I dont want to dream about missing opportunity, not when my real dreams have come true. She leaned over and kissed him, hard. We dont have anything planned today, do we? Harry drew back and looked into her eyes and smiled, No, not a thing. ********************************************************************************** The Holyhead Harpies played an exciting brand of Quidditch. They were aggressive and innovative led by their long-time captain Gwenog Jones. Ginny had fit in with their style of play from the beginning. She was fearless and innovative, often performing feats heretofore unseen on the pitch, as marked by her capture of the snitch against Puddlemere United last season. Harry loved watching her play and he reveled in being a part of the crowd. Frankly, Ginny was a much more talented Seeker, than Harry had ever been. He marveled at her tenacity, which seemed to match her personality. Today, the weather was exceptionally dismal. Rain and swirling winds, combined with cooler temperatures, assured the fans that the match would be a low scoring affair. Harry noticed Oliver making his way to his goal and smiled as his friend gave a cheerful wave to the crowd. The conditions didnt seem to matter to Ginny. From the start, she soared and swooped, spotting the snitch, almost straight away. She dove in pursuit, and increased her speed to mind-boggling velocities. She veered suddenly to avoid an approaching bludger sent into her path by one of Uniteds beaters. Harry turned his head as the crowd roared from a brilliant stop by Oliver on a shot taken by Gwenog Jones. The opposing Seeker had no problem seeing Ginnys movements. In fact, he took a direct, full speed path towards her, and by association, the snitch. The weather

and her own determination hid the opposing Seeker from her view. As Ginny reached for the snitch, she felt a massive blow that rendered her senseless. Wary of a Wronski maneuver, where an opposing Seeker would attempt to lure their counterpart into an uncontrolled dive by chasing an imaginary snitch, the Uniteds Seeker had seriously misjudged his dive and crashed solidly into Ginny. Both were knocked from their brooms, and both were at a perilous height. From Harrys viewpoint, the collision was not readily apparent. The collective gasp of the crowd caused him to turn his head. In a flash, he saw the two falling competitors, and by that time, it was too late for him to react. Harry stared in horror, helpless to do anything. He could not feel himself breathing. All he was aware of was the rampant, incessant beating of his heart, which seemed to be wedged firmly in his throat. Ginny Harry leapt from the stands and onto the playing area. He ran at full speed, crying out her name as loud as he could, Ginny! He came upon her crumpled form and he tenderly placed his hands where he could support her head. Ginny! Wake up, please wake up! He searched frantically for any sign of life. This was not happening, he thought, theyd already planned out their lives. The worst that could happen to them, had already happened. Ginny, are you okay? Can you hear me? The obvious note of worry in his voice rousted her from daze. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. Not the teasing smile of prankster, but the knowing smile of one who understands the panic that comes with the thought of losing someone dear. Harry had put her through similar situations, a countless number of times. A small part of her smiled at the fact that the roles were reversed, and he could finally understand, in a little way, the anxiety hed put her through. Im perfectly fine, Harry, just a little dazed, thats all. You should know better, its Quidditch, not chess. Harry felt the worry leave his body, he exhaled heavily and gazed down at his fianc. In that few moments between the fear that he had lost her and the knowledge that she would be fine, Harry felt like he had aged years. He wondered, taking in Ginnys face, if this was what she was going through whenever he was putting his own life in danger. How horrible it must have been to put her through the doubt, the fear of their future ending. Now, their future together seemed so far away. In that moment, he didnt want to wait, in that moment, he knew that he couldnt wait. He wanted their future to start as soon as possible. What? asked Ginny, knowing that the look on his face indicated that he had reached some sort of important epiphany. Harry was always amazed, always thrilled about how well she knew him. Their communication was getting much better. I dont want to wait anymore. I dont want to even wait until next fall. Lets get married now, Ginny, no more waiting, lets just do it. Well, if all it took was for me to take a little fall, I would have let some idiot hit me earlier! The twinkle in her eyes displayed the love and amusement she felt. Lets get married next month, Harry. I promised my mother we would have a decent ceremony. One month, please and Im yours forever. One month, I can wait one month. One month isnt all that long, he supposed. He helped her up, to the delightful roar of the crowd. He saw Oliver Wood making his way towards them. Harry raised a hand in greeting and noticed that Oliver had slapped his own hand to his head. Hey, Harry. He turned towards her. Ginny smiled conspiratorially and lowered her arm, allowing her sleeve to slacken as something fell out of it. An object fell from her sleeve and into her hand. Firmly ensconced in her fingers was the snitch! The crowds reaction was positively deafening.

Chapter 22 Sunday Dinner Arthur and Molly Weasley were not the slight bit pleased at being kept in the dark about the Malfoy Incident, as Lee and George had taken to calling the whole affair. Molly was beside herself as the details filtered to her about the danger theyd been expose d to, her anxiety no doubt heightened by the amount of hyperbole George and Lee embellished in their individual telling of the story. Molly was also taken aback by Rons announcement of his intent to begin Auror training the following day. The events of the past few weeks had only served to increase her thoughts that Harry should not have become and Auror, and now her youngest son was following his best friends path. Mrs. Weasley had resolved herself, however, remain silent on the subject during Sunday Dinner. When Ginny had announced her intention to move out of the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley was beside herself in depression. Ginny was her youngest, and with her departure, the Weasleys found themselves by themselves in their home for the first time in years. It wasnt that Molly and Arthur didnt love each other, nor were they unable to enjoy their time together. Having seven children had imbedded in both their hearts, a love of the noise, of the complete riotousness of having so much love in one place. When Georges twin Fred was killed during the Battle of Hogwarts, Mollys need for her children became especially sharp. Now that Ginny had moved on, the hole left by lifes progress was rather large. Arthur Weasley truly loved his wife. Knowing that he and Molly could never go back to the way things were, that is, until his children made a proper go at providing them a whole brood of grandchildren; Arthur proposed the new family tradition of the Sunday Dinner. The family would gather, if possible, every Sunday at the Burrow and partake in a feast that reminded them all of the simpler days, times when all they had were adolescent problems, and no fears; a time when Fred was there. George was all for it, stating that it was a fitting, living tribute to his lost twin. Given that Lee Jordan had drawn close to George during his time as business partner, Lee became an unofficial member of the Weasley clan. At times, Bill and Fleur would attend the gatherings, bringing along little Victoire, the Weasleys first grandchild. Molly Weasley also insisted that Andromeda Tonks be included in the gatherings, since little Teddy was Harrys godson, and Molly had found herself quite taken with the lad. The Weasleys other son Charlie, was still in Bulgaria, working with dragons. He had yet to make an appearance, but Molly knew it was a matter of time. On this day, the merriment of the dinner was especially ribald, given the recent brush with death, the majority of them had just experienced. Harry and Ginny walked through the front door of the Weasley home, drawn tight together, every so often, whispering in each others ears and giggling at the result. Please! You two need a vacation from each other. Mum, I dont think I can eat, Im feeling too sick from the sweetness! Georges outburst caused both Harry and Ginny to blush uncontrollably, and their color deepened as the rest of the extended Weasley clan joined into the frivolity. Harry was saved by a slight tug on his trouser leg. He barely felt the pull, and yet its insistence was compelling and could only be from one source. Teddy! Harry scooped up his four-year old godson in one fell swoop, swinging him about in a whirl, eliciting giggles of delight from the boy. As he laughed, Teddys hair would change color, a kaleidoscope of reds and blues and greens that delighted the others gathered in the room. Hi Harry! Harry was astounded. Little Teddy Lupin had grown a bit since Harry had last seen him. His words carried with a clarity that showed determination and intellect. Where have you been? Simple words from a childs heart can say volumes. Harry hadnt seen Teddy since the day he was given his first assignment. A childs concept of time has no correlation with what the adult world considers the passage of time. In Teddys mind, he hadnt seen Harry in ages and

hed missed his godfather. Harry had missed him too, especially recently, since he and Ginny had made serious progress towards matrimony. Harry picked up Teddy and carried him further into the house. Ginny watched Harrys interaction with Teddy, and felt a warm glow in her own heart. Shed watched Harry with his godson over the years and had not really considered Harrys potential as a father. Now, as she contemplated their life together and her desire to have children, she was very encouraged with his ease around Teddy. She came into the room and greeted her family. Her mother greeted her with a big hug and led her into the kitchen. You sure your alright, Ginny? Ginny felt guilty that her parents had not heard of her capture by Lucious Malfoy until the evening of the party. I just wanted to make sure you feeling well. How are you with Harry? Are you two doing well? Mum! Ginny had never really discussed matters of the heart with her mother, much less discuss her relationship with the man she was going to marry. Were just fine. Molly let the matter drop and went to finish dinner preparations. Being that is was spring, but more importantly, considering that there was no way, magical or otherwise, that the entire extended Weasley clan could fit around the kitchen table; dinner was being held outside. After a while, Molly started shepherding her flock out the door, into courtyard. Ron and Hermione filed out with Percy, while George and Lee worked their way out snickering about some plan they had for later in the evening. Arthur Weasley escorted Andromeda Tonks out, followed closely behind by Molly Weasley. Bill and Fleur carried little Victoire out, cooing to her in two languages. Harry, carrying Teddy, walked with Ginny out the door. As they watched the family work their way to their seats, Harry put Teddy down and pointed him towards his grandmother. Harry took hold of Ginnys hand, looking at her with a question in his eyes. She turned to him and gave an anxious nod. Everyone! The din encompassing the table began to quiet and turned towards him. In countless encounters with the most foul of enemies, nothing compared the stares he was receiving from this particular gathering. Here before him were Ginnys family and his only family. Everyone that made any difference to him in his life was here before him and a rather large frog began to form in his throat. Um, er, Yes, well, we, I mean Ginny and I, he was stammering beyond any real comprehension. As he gazed around the table, his eyes were drawn to Ron and George and Lee, whose simmering hysterics were immediately visible. The task was getting more and more difficult for him. As he began planning his escape, wondering if China would be reachable in a single apparition, he felt the Ginnys hand on the small of his back, drawing him in and reassuring him with her presence. Ginny and I have come to a decision. His voice was sure, solid. The i mpending bouts of derisive laughter were suddenly quenched. Weve decided that we are going to get married, next month, on the first. The family was quiet, the importance of the news slowly permeating their minds. As one, the acclimation was unanimous, loud and in definite agreement. Molly Weasley rushed up and hugged Harry and Ginny at once, the tears had started before the last word in Harrys announcement. Oh, wonderful, my dears, wonderful! Applause spontaneously broke out from all present, with two notable exceptions. Teddy Lupin was a bit perturbed, because there was a warm apple pie on the table and his progress towards one inviting piece had been abruptly stopped by the watchful hand of his grandmother. The other exception to the frivolity found George and Lee, who, as Arthur was walking past them to congratulate the happy couple, kept hearing the words bachelor party bandied about.

Arthur came up to his daughter and gave her a solid embrace, then turning to Harry, he offered a hand. Of course, the Burrow is at your disposal Harry felt uncomfortable, but decided to get his request out. Hed talked to Ginny, theyd mulled over this decision for hours. Finally, he just had to clear this one hurdle. If you two dont mind, His gaze took in both Molly and Arthur, Wed really like to have the ceremony in Godrics Hollow, near my parents home. Theres a nice meadow near the wood there and, well, we were hoping to get married near them. Molly offered a grand, welcoming smile, and simply nodded her head, the thought washing out new tears from her eyes. The party began in earnest, the festivities marked by various plans about the coming nuptials and the events that needed to handled in the immediate month. Again there were two exceptions to the discussions that were in play. Teddy Tonks was exhibiting great perseverance and had finally used Andromedas wedding dress discussion with Hermione to finally secure the entire apple pie. Hed dragged the tin down to his eye level and secured it under the table, and now, he was enjoying the rewards of his effort. The second exception wasnt seated at the table. A shadowy figure was watching the proceedings from the top of the hill, just behind the stone wall. The figure stood transfixed as if imbedding the scene and its participants for a long term. The stranger stood for a few minutes, not moving, hidden in sight, and finally, turned and walked away, never looking back. Chapter 23 Aurors in Training The main hall of the Ministry of Magic heralded another Monday morning with its usual bustle of faceless functionaries. Its broad plaza found the lifeblood of the society meandering its way in droves past the large fountain in the center. Standing near the entryway, Harry stood resplendent, standing out among the throngs. He returned the greetings of several people that he knew and some that he didnt. By this time, news of his exploits had been circulated by every means possible. The Daily Prophet had been running daily snippets, serialized to track his story from start to finish, although Harry was definitely convinced that one of the reputed sources had to be either George or Lee, given the fantastic exaggerations that had been repeated. The Quibbler had run its own series, but had highlighted the romantic aspects of the tale. Stories about Ginny and Harry, or Ron and Hermione; even one recounting the budding relationship between Cho Chang and Dennis Creevey were popular sellers. The most pervasive way Harrys legend had grown, was through word of mouth. In pubs, on Quidditch pitches, in the common rooms of Hogwarts; more and more story tellers made a show of how they had been connected to the Malfoy Incident, but even more so, with more accuracy than could be expected, Harry was the key feature of the stories. He was even more admired, even more feared, even more respected than before. Harry Potter was now known as one of the greatest Aurors in history, and he was extremely uncomfortable with that reputation. Harry brushed an imaginary dust mite from his shoulder and adjusted the front of his robes, aligning the Aurors medallion on his breast. Presently, a loud whoosh signaled the arrival of travelers through the Floo Network. Harry smirked as Ron and Hermione stood before him. Ron was dressed in a set of nondescript, navy blue robes, his long red hair pulled back, tight in a ponytail. He stood tall, his eyes showing purpose, seriousness hinted by no small amount of nervousness. Over his shoulder, he carried a battered leather satchel, worn by time and probably by proximity to one too many Weasley Wheezes concoctions. Rons expression was serious, but he was, from time to time, rolling his eyes subtly. On Rons arm, Hermione was fussing on his appearance, making small adjustments to his robes and chatting incessantly. Im so proud of you Ron, this is wonderful. Well be able to go to work together, we can see each other during the day, just do your best, theres no reason to be nervous Harry wondered if shed even stopped talking during their transit in the Floo.

Hermione! Please! Ill be fine. Rons exasperated outburst silenced her. Hermione stopped talking, her face dropping a little. Im sorry, Ron, its just that Ron completed her sentence, Its just that youre worried and nervous. So am I, but I want to do this, and I know this is the right thing for me and for us. I know, Ron, but with everything thats happened, I cant help but worry. Ron placed a soft hand on her cheek. The expression on his face was kind, reassuring and loving. Good, you wouldnt be you if you didnt worry, and I love you for it. Remember, I love you more today, than yesterday. With that, he kissed her and felt her body relax. Harry felt slightly awkward, witnessing his friends private moment. When they turned to face him, hed turned away, offering them time together. Good morning, Harry. Its safe to look now. Hermiones playful tone indicated that her emotions were once more in check. You will take good care of him, wont you? Harry gave Hermione his best trust-me look, Of course, how much trouble could he get in with me around? Hermione rolled her eyes, and gave one last kiss to Ron, and joined the crowd, heading towards her office. Ron followed her progress until she finally disappeared. With a sigh, he turned to Harry. Ready? Harry looked his friend over one last time, searching for any sign of regret or doubt. Ron stood tall, and faced him squarely. Good! Lets go. Harry tur ned and led Ron into the throng. They made their way through the plaza towards the elevators. The found a lift quickly and filed in with a large group. Harry watched his friend, noticing that Ron was shifting his weight from side to side and gazing at the ceiling of the elevator. Relax, Ron, they wont bite. The elevator stopped at their floor and as Harry led Ron off, at least on the first day. When they entered the Office of Aurors, Harry made a quick stop to greet Dawlish. Harry, good. Hello Mr. Weasley, good luck today. Harry, when you get a minute, can you come by? Certainly, Im just going to walk Ron over to see Lachlan. I should be back momentarily. Harry gave Dawlish a jaunty wave and continued on down the corridor. When they neared Lachlans door, Ron stopped Harry. Do you think I can do this? Rons question had been brewing since his decision to become and Auror. Much like Rons first day on the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts , Ron had been thinking whether his desire to become an Auror matched his ability to be one. In light of recent events, especially watching how the Aurors, especially Harry, had performed at the Dark Citadel, Rons anxiety had grown more. Harry looked at Ron, fixing him with a serious stare, Ron, you are my friend, and have been for years. Weve fought, bled and cried together. You are as close to a brother that I have, or will ever have. Believe me when I say, you are more than capable of becoming and Auror, and there is no one else that Id like to have with me when things get rough.

Ron seemed to grow several inches with this lecture. Harry smiled at him and knocked at Lachlans door. Come in! The high pitched, clear voice penetrated the door and coincided with the doors opening. Lachlan McCrory sat at his desk, already cluttered with parchment and books of various sizes and description. Owls dotted his window ledge, fluttering in and out, bringing and taking away correspondence at a dizzying rate. Harry! Lachlan rose and gave Harry an embrace. Good to see you! You wont believe it, we have reports of an Occamy in Portsmouth! Can you imagine! Harry reached back into his brain, trying to remember Hagrids instructions on magical beasts. Ron spoke up, Occamy, arent they only found in the Far East? Harrys surprise at his friends recollection was clearly evident. Precisely Ron! Excellent, starting off your first day on the right foot. Are you ready? Lachlan offered Ron a gentle smile. Ron made a furtive glance at Harry and nodded. Good, let me see your satchel, then. Ron hesitated, and then slid his satchel down his shoulder and passed it on to Lachlan. Now, lets see what youve packed, shall we? Lachlan began rummaging through Rons bag, commenting on various items that he found. Peruvian Instant Blackness Powder, good, that should come in handy. What exactly is Ton Tongue Toffee? Ron shrugged sheepishly. After a hard look at Ron, Lachlan tossed out the item. Hmmm, what is U-No-Poo? Harry let out a low chuckle and eased his way out of the office. He made his way back to Dawlishs office; the senior Auror was engrossed in conversation with Gawain Robards, the Head of the Office of Aurors. Dawlish greeted Harry with a grin. Gawains greeting was mor e pronounced. Harry! Good to see you! I just ran into Arthur, congratulations! Im assuming youll be wanting some time off next month? Gawain was clad in a tweed muggle suit, colored in various muted shades of brown and gray. Atop his head was gray fedora, the brim perfectly aligned with the line of his brow. Er, yes sir. Thank you sir. No problem, my boy. Robards leaned in towards Harry, his voice dropping in volume level, Just remember the invitation, my wife says this will be the social event of the year! Robards turned towards Dawlish and gave him a brief farewell, and then left the office. Harrys ears were ringing with the echoes of the phrase social event of the year which somehow kept translating in his brain to mean pain in the. Ahem. Dawlish interrupted his musings. Harry looked up, You wanted to see me? Yes, Harry. I have a bit of a dilemma, and I was wondering if you can help me with it. Of course, anything. Dawlish brushed his hands through his hair, a nervous habit he performed, Harry noted, whenever he had to deliver uncomfortable news. Its about Sarah Peebles. Sarah Peebles was completing her first year of Auror training, and during the recent crisis had been the victim of an Imperious Curse, where shed been compelled to help Malfoy lure Harry to

his eventual appointment with the Furies. Initially, shed been under great scrutiny, and had to bear under the pressure of lengthy and intense interrogation. What about her? Harrys tone was questioning, puzzled. As far as he was concerned, Sarahs involvement with Malfoy was as blameless as Ginny was when she was overcome by Voldemort, which is to say, completely. Harry, you have to understand your reputation in this Office. Dawlish wa s very uncomfortable; it seemed as if he would wear away the hair on the top of his head. Many of our colleagues are refusing to train Sarah, because of her role in your, shall we say, adventures. Thats preposterous! Harrys indignation was clearly visible. If an inability to resist an Imperious Curse was a crime, I daresay quite a few of the members of this organization would be in Azkeban, based on their activities during the Thicknesse reign. I know, and I think that guilt is playing a large part in this. Everyone is so adamant about being on the right side. Harry pondered a moment, How many have refused to train her? All of them. All of them? Harry could not believe his ears. Not a one volunteered? Well, Lachlan offered, but we have your friend Weasley assigned to him. Dawlish stopped short, the main point of this conversation seemed to hang in the air. What is it that I can do? Would you like me to speak to the other Aurors, try to convince them? Harry was immediately suspicious of where this was going. No, I dont know what good that would do. No, Harry, Id like you to take over her training. Harrys head spun. It was practically unheard of for a junior Auror to be assigned to the training cadre, much less one under a year out completing training, like Harry was. John, you cant be serious, Im no where near ready to train someone. Im barely out of training myself. Dawlish stopped fidgeting and locked onto Harry. Harry, Ive had quite enough of that. You are, quite frankly, the best Auror in this Office. You are possibly the best that has ever come through. Harry lowered his head, his modesty taking hold. Stop that, Harry! At some point in your life, in your career, you have to acknowledge yo ur strengths and deal with them. You have something very valuable to offer young Sarah, and I expect you to perform the task to the best of your ability, is that understood? Dawlishs expression would not take no for an answer. Yes, sir. Harrys chagrined countenance told Dawlish that his words had the effect hed hoped. Shes waiting in your office. Harry, you know what to do, the most important thing is to teach her to learn for herself. Train her to be an Auror youd want in your spear. Its as simple as that. Shes in my office? You knew Id say yes? Dawlish smiled at Harry, the tension disappearing from his shoulders and from the room.

I couldnt afford to hear you say no. Harry walked from Dawlishs office and shook his head. Passing Lachlans office, he caught a glimpse Rons figure, standing in the same position as before. The sound of Lachlans voice drifted out into the corridor. Goodness, whatever spell you have on this bag, its wonderful! What else do you have in he re? Oh my, candies! Ron made a plea that went ignored. But, sir, you might not want Nonsense, I have quite the sweet tooth. Hello, whats this? I absolutely adore Nougats! Chapter 24 Field Work As Harry arrived at his office, the door opened to reveal the slight figure of Sarah Peebles, sitting forlornly in a corner chair. She was a wisp of a girl, slight, thin, with a pale complexion. Her hair was a russet brown, curly and long, falling about her shoulders in a careless fashion. When Harry saw her, she sat with her shoulders slumped, her robes barely capable of sitting on them. Her eyes were brown, sad; puffiness framed them as if shed been crying recently, and for a sustained time. Harrys blood began to boil on seeing the abject miser y this girl had endured. He offered her a smile, Well hello, Sarah. She tried to return the smile; her attempt was wan, not really reflecting her mood, M-Mr. Potter, Mr. Dawlish told me to come see you, really. Harry shook his head, Sarah had been put through a ringer, he supposed, she was questioning her every move, trying to justify her every action, this was not a good start to resuming her training. Importantly, her condition was not her fault, and this simple fact was the core around which Harry resolved to help her. I know, Sarah, and call me Harry. Her smile turned a little brighter, a little more genuine. Do you know why Dawlish sent you to me? She shook her head, apparently having no clue as to what why she was there, but expecting it was part of some complex punishment that had been devised for her. Ive been appointed your trainer; Im taking over your final two years of Auror training. Sarahs mouth dropped open in obvious disbelief, which Harry mistook for disappointment. I know that this isnt what you wanted. You deserve a much more qualified Auror than me to be your instructor, however, Harry paused trying to find a delicate way to tell her that she was unwanted by the other Aurors, circumstances are such that, Ive been pressed into service. Sarah gaped at Harry for a moment, then her mouth broke into a huge grin, No, M-Mr. P-PotI mean Harry, this is wonderful. Thank you so much! I was certain I was being sacked! She suddenly broke into a fury of rapid fire chat, Im so sorry about before, I dont know what happened, I hope youll give a chance to prove myself, I really want to be an Auror Harry held up his hands, bringing her nervous harangue to a halt. Thats enough of that. Lets get one thing straight, once and for all. I do not hold you remotely responsible whatsoever for what happened before. Period. I dont want you to apologize; youve nothing to apologize for. I dont want atonement; you have nothing to atone for. I dont want you proving yo urself, because I will test your resolve in the normal course of your training. Is that clear? Yes, sir. She had regained control of her senses, delighted in her new worldview and at the turn of events in her life.

Harry was pleased at how rapidly she adapted to the changing circumstances, but now he had to think of something to do. When hed been going through his training, he remembered countless days of drilling and dueling in the Auror Arena down the hall, but in Harrys mind, the most fulfilling training hours were done in the field. At that time, his owl, Helios, his golden feathers bristling in the sun, alit on his ledge with a note. Harry gave Helios an affectionate pat, and read the message. His eyes lit up as an inspiration hit him. Have you completed your training on using Switching Spells? She nodded. Good, grab your bag, and come with me. They filed out of his office. A nasally, high pitched, voice belonging to a rapidly walking figure passed them, What, in Merlins name, did you put in those Nougats? Lachlan came speeding by, his head was tossed back, a handkerchief pressed against his nose. Trailing behind him, looking distraught, Ron was waving his wand, trying spell after spell to staunch the blood flow from Lachlans nose. Finite! No, thats not right. Reparo! No, thats not it. Im really sorry Lachlan, I mean Mr. McCrory. Im sure I can fix it. Wait. Ron gave Harry a baleful look, shrugging his shoulders, and then tore off after Lachlan as the made for the infirmary. Harry couldnt help himself, he laughed heartily at the sight. Turning to his new pupil, See, your day is looking up, your training couldnt be as bad as that. Her laugh told Harry that she just might make it through. ************************************************************************************************************* Mortimer Gafney and Silas Hornsby were not pleasant children. In their third and fourth years, respectively at Hogwarts, they had not been the models of behavior their parents thought them to be. Silas was older, a Slytherin in the old mold. He was a loathsome child, overweight, bordering on obese. His size made him bullyish, a person that enjoyed pushing other, smaller students around. Mortimer was the complete opposite in appearance to Silas. He was small, skinny and awkward. At first glance, he was someone that Silas normally would have made the butt of unending abuse. Mortimer was in Ravenclaw, a testament to his intellect. Despite their differences, the boys found that they were kindred spirits, bad seeds, who sought no other pleasure than to pick at and pick on those weaker than they. Theyd worked out an effective formula. Silas would have the sadistic impulses, the ideas of how to better taunt and challenge their intended victims. Mortimer had the brains, the capability to puzzle out ingenious methods to carry out the schemes, and to cover them up. Both found great pleasure in taunting muggles. This was made more a challenge by the ban on the use of Underage Magic, which was so stringently enforced. Mortimer, as usual, had hit on a unique and innovative solution. He thought that stealing the wands of others, may mask who was casting the spells. On the last day of school, the pair had used the chaos to swipe five or six of their unwitting classmates wands. Up to now, plan had worked perfectly. Theyd spent their time hexing bicycles to bite their riders and putting illusions over open manhole covers, waiting for muggles to fall through. Today, they felt, was truly inspired. Theyd gone to a park and spied several muggle children kicking a white and black ball on a field. They were pushing this ball with their feet and propelling it through goals located on either end of the field. It seemed to be a pedantic form of Quidditch. Mortimers eyes glistened with opportunity. He deftly removed one of the purloined wands, and aimed it at the ball. Instantly the ball grew to about ten feet in diameter. Around its edges, a row of teeth appeared. The ball began to propel itself, chasing the terrorized children around the pitch. When a child would go past one of the erstwhile goal posts, arms would reach out and capture

the child and place it into the goals maw, becoming hopelessly entangled in its netting. Staying a few moments to watch the fruits of their labors, the two boys began to run from the scene. As they ran, they entered a pedestrian tunnel that allowed the park pathway to continue unobstructed across the road. They entered the tunnel and spotted a figure at its opposite mouth. It was a tall man, dressed in a finely tailored muggle suit. The man was leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, giving off a casual air of nonchalance. When the boys reached the part of the tunnel near the man, he stood straight and faced them, a small smile on his face. Now, what have you boys been up to? Harry glanced at the boys, trying to read their expressions, trying to determine if this was going to be a standard encounter, or to see whether the two boys would attempt something foolish. Whats it to you? Silas, the larger of the boys, stepped forward, unimpressed by the presence of a mere muggle, adult or not. Move aside or youll regret it. Harry laughed, placed his hands in his pockets and leaned a shoulder against the wall of the tunnel. Is that a fact, all right. Go on then. Give it a go. Mortimer gave Silas a skeptical glance, and then both boys pulled wands from their pockets. Expelliarmus! Sarahs voice carried through the tunnel, her spell sending the two boys wands flying across the path. Petrificus Totalus! Silas and Mortimer were frozen in place, save for their obviously terrified expressions. Sarah moved towards where Harry stood. She was dressed in a light blue dress, framed in lace with a white bodice. She had white knee-high stockings and black patent-leather shoes. Harry made a mental note to discuss updates in muggle-wear in order to maintain an air of obscurity. Good, Sarah, now what shall we do with them? What is the purpose of this exercise? Harry found himself falling into a role more familiar than he expected, just like when hed been instructing his friends in the Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts. We should arrest them, theyve broken the law. Sarah was sure in her response; she looked at Harry for confirmation. Yes, we could do that; that is a good, sound option, but what is it were trying to accomplish, especially with boys this age? Sarah thought for a moment, not expecting this tack, Well, we want them stop, to not use their magic for mischief. We want them to have a little justice. Good. Exactly, and what is justice for them? How would you conduct their education? Harry swung his arm towards the boys. Sarah smiled. Densaugeo! Immediately the teeth in the boys mouths began to grow at a frightening speed. Finite! Reparo! Harrys voice startled Sarah, the tone indicating that perhaps, shed made an improper choice. She recoiled, expecting an explosion of fury from her mentor. Instead, Harrys response was worse than she expected, it was soft. It was disappointed. I see we have more to discuss. Harry turned towards the boys and leveled his green eyes towards their faces. My name is Harry Potter, from the Office of Aurors. Silas and Mortimer choked in fear. Now as my colleague says, we could simply arrest you both, and you can wait for the mercy of the court. There is no

age limit for incarceration at Azkeban. The boys faces blanched, and both had almost stopped breathing, altogether. Harrys voice softened. There is an alternative. Harry saw looks of desperation, which were turning into a modicum of hope. I didnt say it would be easier, just not Azkeban. You two will return to your parents and arrange for transportation back to Hogwarts. You will report to Professor Longbottom and confess your activities, and hand back your stolen wands. You will then ask Professor Longbottom to assign detention to you for the duration of the summer at my request. You will also tell Professor Hagrid the same. You will perform your summer detention to Professor Longbottoms satisfaction. He will determine the length, it may last all summer, it may last all next school year, it may last two years, but you will not deviate from his instructions. Do you understand? Silas nod was quicker than Mortimers. Mortimer understood that detention tasks with a Herbology professor and a half giant that cared for magical creatures had the potential to be hard labor, to say the least. But it wasnt Azkeban. Besides, theyd have a chance to plot their way out of the predicament. A small smile passed Mortimers lips. Oh no, my young friend. Harry continued. You see, I will know, before you do, if yo u are planning to renege on our agreement. Ill be watching you, Harry looked at each boy in turn, personally. Harrys foreboding presence clarified his position to the boys. With a flick of his wand, and a quick non-verbal command, the boys were released. Harry flit his eyes, and the two former tormenters ran off to accede to their side of the bargain. Sarah was dumbfounded, the elegance of the solution dawning on her. What did you do wrong? Harrys question was innocuous, innocent. Sarah shrugged her shoulders, replaying the entire incident in her mind. She couldnt find where shed failed. You enjoyed punishing them, Sarah. The Desaugeo Charm was hurtful, and that meant you stooped to their level. Harry put a hand on her shoulder. Being an Auror is about justice and peace. We use spells defensively, to protect the innocent and the weak. We must never use our position to exercise power over the helpless. Regardless of what those boys had done, we must never give in to revenge. For a brief moment, the contorted face of Lucious Malfoy leapt to Harrys brain. He smiled at her. He wasnt going to break her down and build her up on the first day. Its not a problem, you did well with their disarming, but I think we need to address your wardrobe. A friend of mine showed me a muggle magazine called Vogue and it may. He led her off out of the tunnel.

Chapter 25 Home Again Ron opened the door to his home and slammed it shut. The silence abounding within told him that his wife had not returned from work, which added another burden to his shoulders, considering that shed probably expected him to wait for her at the Ministry. He crossed to one of his favorite chairs and sat in a huff. The day had been a disaster. Not only had his tutor eaten a good sized piece of Nosebleed Nougat, itd taken the better part of the morning for healers in the infirmary to stop to the bleeding. It finally took an impassioned call out to George Weasley himself, to reverse the effects of the bleeding. Ron had no doubt that the speed that this information would be distributed would be unparalleled in modern history.

The afternoon had been marked by a sub-par performance in the training arena. Lachlan had been of a mind to test Rons defensive skills from the start. At first, Ron held his own, countering spells and launching a few of his own. But in order for Lachlan to instruct Ron, he had to talk, and a residual amount of after-effects remained from the morning fiasco. So Lachlans normally clear, yet high pitched voice, sounded stopped up, blocked, adding a squeak to his inflection and tone, thoroughly distracting Ron from performing the nuances of his defensive spells. Finally, Lachlan waved his hands wearily. Rond, dust gobe hombe. Rons shoulders fell noticeably, the days events carrying him down. He felt as if hed let down Harry, Hermione, his family, but most of all, had let down himself. Sitting in the beginning dusk, the shadows of the day passing him by, he stared out the windows, his thoughts focused on his failures and trying to figure out how hed tell his wife. So lost in his depression, he didnt hear the door open and close behind him. He hadnt realized someone was in the room until the warmth of a hand covered his chest and softness of a kiss touched his cheek. Looking up, he saw her smiling at him, her gaze loving, her eyes wiping away the harshness of his thoughts of the day. Hermione, I She didnt let him speak, but simply placed a finger on his lips. I know, Ron. The statement was simple and yet spoke volumes. She knew of his despair. She knew he was hurting, that he doubted himself, and yet, none of that mattered. Her smile was reassuring; it provided energy to his soul. She knew and yet it did nt matter, after all, she loved him. She kissed him on the lips, the last vestiges of doubt, pity or pain leaving him. He wrapped his arms around her and thought of how fortunate he was, how lucky he was to have her in his life. They had known each other for years. There werent any secrets, really. She grabbed him by the hand, and pulled him from the chair, leading him towards their bedroom. Her smile was teasing, playful. You know, I love you more today, than yesterday. That was exactly what he needed to hear. ************************************************************************************************************** When they returned to the Ministry, Harry told Sarah to go home. He watched her head out and then he returned to his office. He finished some of his more pressing correspondence and then called it a day. On his way out, he stopped at Lachlans door, which was ajar. McCrory was humming a tune to himself and beckoned Harry to enter. What a day, eh, Harry? Lachlan looked no worse for the wear. I was just reading that there were reports of Inferi being seen in Wales. I wonder who was assigned that one? Harry shrugged his shoulders. You could have told Ron that you knew what was in the candies. Harrys tone was scold ing. He probably thinks youre permanently injured or that you hate him. Lachlan couldnt repress his laugh. You know how it is, Harry. A trainee has to be off guard, especially Ron. Hes been in too many pressure situations; there was really no way to put stress on him, other than to make him have doubts of his own. Lachlan pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk. He pulled a glass bottle and two glasses from the bottom, causing Harry to offer a raised eyebrow. Pouring a couple of fingers of golden liquid out of the bottle and in to the glasses, Lachlan offered Harry a glass.

This is called scotch, the muggles have different names for their whiskeys and this one is a fine single malt. You have to have seen death, I think, before you can drink this down. Cheers. Harry followed the older wizards lead and attempted to drink down the contents of the glass. As the scotch went down his throat, he felt it burn, taking his breath with it. The warmth continued down to his stomach and his head became a little light. Yes, not for the fainthearted, and should only be drunk in moderation. Lachlan laughed. Your friend, Ron, hell be fine. He did well with the defensive testing. I had to resort to changing my voice a bit, just to get any type of rise out of him. Ill build him up in the next few days or so. I hear youve taken on Sarah Peebles. Harry nodded, I dont know if Im using the right technique. I had her in the field today, and she was a little too hasty with a punishment spell on some kids. Dont read too much into it. Just get her to be able to learn for herself. You want to be able to trust her as part of your team, even in your spear, if you need her. Harry chuckled loudly, Thats just what Dawlish told me! Good to hear, you see, I was Dawlishs tutor, and Id hate to think that he forgot ten all my wisdom. Lachlans eyes twinkled. Look Harry, being a tutor isnt structured, neither is the training itself. Take Ron, for example. I have no doubt that we can accelerate him through the first year. His experience will help with that. The only formal requirement is that they pass their M.A.G.E for the year. Harry nodded. The Ministry of Magic had only one real, formal requirement for Aurors in training. Those were tests, aligned with their training year group called M.A.G.E.s or Master Auror Governing Examination. M.A.G.E.s were more practical than a written or oral test. They placed trainees in situations where their decision making was measured and evaluated. An Auror in training could take an annual M.A.G.E. at any time, but if he failed, he had to wait at least three months until he retook the test. If an Auror failed any years M.A.G.E. three consecutive times, that Auror was eliminated from the program. Harry had taken his first year M.A.G.E after only two months of training, but didnt take his second year until fourteen months later, when his training Auror felt he was ready. Readiness was purely subjective and the test was tailored each trainees individual traits and abilities. Youre right, of course. Still, this is, well, rather unprecedented, having me as a tutor. Lachlan tossed back his head and laughed, Well Harry, if there was a word to describe you, then unprecedented would fit more than most. Harry couldnt help but be caught up in Lachlans merriment. ************************************************************************************************************* He arrived home, later than usual, his detour with Lachlan helping reassure him, but also inevitably delaying him from returning to his home until after dark. As he entered the long hall, he heard voices. One was obviously Ginnys, but the others he heard were of Arthur and Molly Weasley. Arthur was guiding a set of large clothing trunks down the stairs. Ginny saw Harry standing in the hall, and beckoned him into the kitchen, giving her mother a quick mental signal. Harry, puzzled by the commotion, waved at Arthur and returned Mollys silent hug, before following Ginny into the kitchen. Whats all this? Ginny gave him a strong kiss, when she pulled back, his lips tingled and his confusion upon entry to the house had disappeared. He looked into her eyes, excited. Her expression was different, so Harry referred to his mental catalogue of her face, a catalogue hed been collecting in an effort

to gain a better grasp of her nonverbal communications. He hit on the one that matched her expression. He shuddered, her eyes were saying, simultaneously, she was up to something, shed made a decision, and Harry was pretty sure he wasnt going to like it. Ginnys shoulders conveyed a certain excitement, as if shed had an inspiration that she just had to share. Well mum had a splendid idea. Since were putting together the wedding preparations, she thought that it would make sense for me to move back home, so that, she can help me. Harry wasnt as thrilled with the idea. She did, did she? Ginny hadnt registered Harrys skepticism with the plan, Oh yes! In f act Ginny seemed to be very excited by this proposition. Isnt it romantic? Ill be getting ready, to be your bride over the next month we can prepare ourselves for the big day. The next time we spend the night together, well be Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter. Couldnt you just die? Harrys brain began to calculate the number of minutes in an hour, the number of hours in a day and the number of days in a month. Hed just assume try to figure out how long he could hold his breath unassisted. What is it about a bride that makes her mental as the wedding approaches anyway? I could, just. Chapter 26 The Party As Harry feared, the weeks leading up to his wedding had passed more slowly than he could ever imagine. He would see Ginny, frequently, but she was lost amid the bustle of the preparations for the wedding. Her happiness was his ultimate goal, but after two or three shopping excursions, picking out robes, and colors and place settings, he determined that her happiness was better served by his absence from those activities. He issued her a line of credit from his accounts at Gringotts and stepped merrily out of the way. When hed seen Ron at the Ministry, he noticed that his friends demeanor was decidedly more assertive, more confident. Lachlan had trained many Aurors and his methods were finally taking hold of Ron. Lachlan had miscalculated in one area, Ron had mustered the capability and the will to complete his first year M.A.G.E. in three weeks. Hed passed with an outstanding, much to the delight of Hermione. Harrys own confidence in his ability to tutor Sarah had been increasing as well. Shed taken her first-year M.A.G.E. with Ron and had passed with an outstanding as well. Harry was buoyed by her success, and noticed that she was beginning to come out of her shell. The main quality, it seemed, that all Aurors must have is a confidence in their own abilities and in the their cause. Hed seen it when theyd been seven against many, and hed seen it on countless other occasions. Harrys own abilities seemed to be strengthening. He was able to perform more and more complex spells. His biggest surprise came while he was training with Sarah in the arena. Theyd been practicing defensive combinations. In this way, an Auror could disarm an opponent and immediately stun them. Sarah had sent and effective Expelliarmus spell at him and his wand had flown from his grasp. While she was following up with a stunning spell, hed reacted, unconsciously, by issuing a Protego command, even though hed lost his wand. Sarahs spell rebounded off the shield that formed from Harrys words. Hed been able to generate a sufficiently powerful shield charm, without his wand. He felt guilty, because hed allowed Sarah to think that shed missed with her spell, but Harry wasnt quite ready let anyone know that he had the ability to cast wandless spells, just yet. He wanted to see if this were an isolated incident, or if this was something larger.

His wedding day was fast approaching, and he felt more and more isolated from everyone. His friends were avoiding him. He felt a rising anxiety, not from being ignored; he wasnt at all upset at his isolation. No, he was anxious because he knew his friends were plotting something and given the insidious nature of his friends, it only mean some sort of pre-wedding ritual. It was something the muggles called a bachelor party. Harry didnt know what occurred at bachelor party, hed never been to one and those that participate are sworn to secrec y, using a Fidelius Charm. Therefore, all Harry had seen were the aftermath of such events, and usually only the shells of the people who survived the festivities. Even when Ron was married to Hermione, he only was allowed to attend the bitter, dawn-interrupted end of the festivities. Today was Friday, and he was due to get married tomorrow at 3 PM. Harry felt it was inevitable, his friends, if they were going to do anything, would have to strike today. It was early afternoon, and Harry was sitting in his office reviewing several reports of magical animal incidents. Over the past few weeks, there had been quite a few sightings of creatures that were not necessarily native to the Isles or had not been seen in centuries. Normally, this would be a case for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, but Harry had noticed that there had been an increase in sightings of beasts that were potentially more dangerous. There were rumors of a chimaera sighting in the north to match the occamy seen in Portsmouth. Harrys instincts were telling him that these incidents were related, but as of yet, he was the only person who saw any type of pattern, and to put it bluntly, Harry had nothing concrete to go on. As he pored over the reports, Dawlish leaned his head in Harrys office, Harry, go home. Youre getting married tomorrow, theres nothing going on right now. Harry hesitated, but had no real response, Im heading out right now, Ill see you tomorrow, then? Wouldnt miss it for the world, now pack it up and get out of here. Harry nodded and grabbed his haversack to leave. Harry walked out the office and headed out to catch an elevator to the lobby. Making his way through the main entry hall of the Ministry, he noted that pedestrian traffic was relatively light. Harry made his way to the fires of the Floo Network and absently called out his home at 12 Grimmauld Place. Arriving home, he set his rucksack down and changed out of his robes and work garb. He made his way to the kitchen, mulling over the magical creature incidents. There was a pattern there; he just couldnt figure it out. As he pushed through the door to the kitchen, he was suddenly hit by Petrificus spell. His body went rigid, and Harry had no idea who or what had hit him. His eyes were shrouded as a dark hood was placed over his head. He heard, rather than felt his body manhandled out of his front door. His assailants spoke not a word; their moves orchestrated, rehearsed so as to eliminate the need for talking. Soon Harry was side-along apparated from his home to a new location. Harry heard his captors set him standing. Finally, he heard his captors speak for the first time, a muffled finite. His extremities were suddenly his own to move. He brought his hands to his head and removed his hood. He blinked a few times and took in his surroundings. He was in a familiar place. He was in a single room, a pub, one hed been in on numerous occasions. The room was dirt y and dark. Standing before him was a robed figure, hooded and hidden. He was in the Hogs Head Inn, a smaller, less frequented bar in Hogsmeade near Hogwarts. The proprietor, Aberforth Dumbledore, was nowhere to be seen. The room was empty save for the lone figure, whose robes were crimson, fiery, foreboding. The red garbed figure moved towards Harry and moved to pull his hood back, revealing the smiling face of Ron Weasley. Rons grin was wide, mischievous; Harry felt his tension replaced

by puzzlement and annoyance. Harry had no idea what he was doing here, and why Ron was dressed in such a manner. When hed arisen this morning, he had not anticipated this result. Harry, you are going to have a bachelor party, and this is the first part of it. Harry eyed his surroundings, skeptical of Rons declaration. Harry, there is a ritual to these events. Wizards due to be married are supposed to be guided by their closest, married male relative through the ritual. It was decided that I be your guide. Harry was thoroughly confused. I dont understand. What is this? What ritual are you talking about? I thought bachelor parties were drunk free for alls where my closest friends try to put me in compromising situations that serve to talk me out of marriage. Ron dropped his voice slightly, Thats later on. Ron straightened his back. You see Harry, like I said before, this is something thats passed on within a family, and well, its important. Rons earnestness struck Harry. What does it entail? What are going to do? You see Harry, when you get married, you are committing everything you are to the woman you marry. In one way, you surrender who youve been, but you gain so much more as you join together. Harry couldnt help but notice how much like Hermione Ron so unded, just then. Were going on a journey, where you we will celebrate the gifts you bring to the marriage. Ron motioned Harry closer. Harry assumed that Ron intended a side-along apparition, so he closed in with his friend. Ron smiled and in a flash, they had left the Hogs Head. Almost immediately, theyd disapparated outside the gates of the Hogwarts School. Ron led Harry along the walls to a small cemetery located near the school. Harry recognized the place. It was the place where most of the fallen from the Battle of Hogwarts had been laid to rest. Standing in the middle of the monuments was a large man, whose features became clearer as the two approached. It was Dennis Creevey, standing beside the grave marker of his brother Colin, whod been killed during the fighting at Hogwarts. Colin had stayed behind to fight with Harrys allies, even though he was one of the under aged wizards instructed to leave. Hed been killed during the battle. Dennis drew up his shoulders, his face solemn, serious. His gaze held Harrys as he spoke, Harry, Im here to introduce your first gift to your betrothed. Dennis cadence was unhurried. The gift I speak of is Sacrifice. You may think that the sacrifice was made by my brother, but the sacrifice we are talking about was one you made to help make us free. Your willingness to give your life for all of us made our victory possible. It made Colins death worth something. He would have been proud of you Harry. Dennis voice trembled, slightly breakin g, his will, challenged. Dennis pulled out a small translucent stone, no more than half the size of his palm. The stone was a deep blue, bright with facets that shone in all directions. He pointed his wand at the stone. After a moment, it began to glow, its radiance increasing, until the stone itself disappeared into frenetic beams of light. Dennis reached his hand over towards Ron, who was holding a small leather pouch. Dennis hand placed the shimmering light into the open pouch. When Ron pulled the strings on the pouch, the rays of blue light disappeared. Dennis smiled at Harry, See you later, Harry! Ron waved at Dennis and pulled Harry away from the cemetery. This isnt exactly what I expected. Harry was grateful for the sentiment, but still didnt understand exactly what was going on. Harry, trust me, this is required. Its so important that they usually put a Fidellius Charm on the proceedings. Ron maneuvered Harry along a familiar path.

Maybe they keep it secret so that the grooms dont try to avoid it. Harry was surprised at his own disappointment. The more hed dreaded a traditional bachelor party, the more hed been looking forward to some unadulterated fun. They made their way down the path that Harry knew, led them to Hagrids. Their old friend was standing outside his house, waiting their arrival. Well, arry m boy. Tomorrow, yll be a man! Thanks Hagrid, youre coming of course! Harry couldnt imagine the ceremony without the half Giant. O Course. But firs, I git the pleasure of presentin the second gift yll be givin swee Ginny. Y see, your gift is tha o Compassion. You saved Buckbeak, an for tha yll be blessed arry. At that time, the hippogriff, Buckbeak swooped down, as if timed with the presentation. Come to think of it, Harry thought, it probably was. Hagrid held open his hand, and within was an emerald green stone. He took the stone and seemingly broke it open, like opening an egg. A shimmering green light exploded from the fracture, radiating out from Hagrids hand. He then reached his hand, with the brilliant light over towards Rons waiting hands containing the pouch. Hagrid placed the green light into the pouch. Ill be seein y later, arry! Hagrid waved them off as Ron pulled Harry back towards the gates of the school. The made their way back up to the school in silence. This experience was very strange to Harry, what exactly was this all about? They made their way into the school, where they were met by the familiar figure of Neville Longbottom. Neville was the schools Herbology professor and the role seemed to fit him. He walked like a man familiar with his environment, confident in his place in the world. Hello, Harry! Nevilles handshake was firm. By the way, Ive got Silas and Mortimer diluting a bushel of bubotubers right now. Dont you worry; I think itll be a long time before theyll be causing mischief. Thanks Neville. Harrys thoughts drifted back to his capture of the two boys, his first training session with Sarah. So where are we going? Neville stayed silent. Leading his two friends up to the seventh floor, he found the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance. Neville put his head down and walked past the tapestry three times. On his third pass, a doorway appeared. The Room of Requirement! Harrys outburst broke the silence. Ron nodded his head and pointed Harry ahead of him to follow Neville into the doorway. The room was configured as it had been when Dumbledores Army was being trained by Harry in the Defense Against the Dark Arts. Neville had moved to stand in the middle of the room. He gestured Harry over. Harry, Im to tell of your third gift for your wife to be, that being the gift of Strength. Your strength in the dark times inspired us to learn how to defend ourselves. Even when you had to go on your quest, we were inspired to fight the battle from here. In this room. You are giving Ginny that strength to continue the fight, against all odds, no matter what the foe. Nevilles voice had been strong and steady during his presentation. He removed a clear golden stone from his sleeve and tapped it with his wand. Like the others before him, the light reflected the color of the stone, which Neville also placed in Rons pouch.

After leading his friends back to the gates of the school, Neville shook Harrys hand. Ill be seeing you later, Harry. Good luck! Ron, I dont want to seem ungrateful, but I have to say that this has been quite unexpected. Ron laughed, I believe you, Harry. Think about my situation for a minute. When I got married, I got taken around by my dad. Considering who my brothers are, I was a little disappointed at first, but as you remember, the evening did become, interesting. Harry agreed, the night had been interesting to say the least. Ron tapped Harrys wrist and together they disappeared into the air. Harry couldnt hide his surprise at their next destination. Theyd landed in the pedest rian tunnel near his Aunt Petunias house at 4 Privet Drive. It was in this tunnel that he and his cousin Dudley had encountered two dementors back before his fifth year at Hogwarts. Ron pulled Harry towards the playground where hed spent many a day, hiding from his aunt and uncle, and observed his cousin bullying smaller children in company with his hanger-on friends. As they approached the park, a large, overweight man made his way towards them. It was his cousin Dudley, grown now. Dudley looked different than when Harry had seen him last. His face was the same, but there was a kindness and alertness that Harry had never seen before in his face. Dudley smiled at Harry and offered a hand. Harry took his hand. Dudleys grip was firm, but not overpowering. Hello, Harry. Its been a while. Yes it has, how are your mum and dad? Harrys Aunt Petunia was his mothers sister. The Dursleys were Harrys only remaining blood relatives, yet his life with them had been a less than enjoyable experience. The one key element of living with the Dursleys was that his mothers protection extended to his safekeeping within their house, so Harry endured the harshness of the existence. Dudley took a look at Ron, who returned a wink. Harry, I know Ive never treated you kindly or civilly for that matter. My mother and dad never really treated you as family either. But, you saved our lives, regardless. You saved my life. Ill never forget it. Were family, you and me. Im glad to hear that youre to be married, so I wanted to be part of it. Harry allowed himself a sharp intake of breath; this was beyond his wildest expectations. The fourth gift youll bring to your wife, Harry, is the gift of Family. Despite the fact that youve never had the chance to enjoy a family, youve more than acted the part. This is your familys blessing of your wedding, so that you dont have to be alone. Harry was visibly moved by Dudleys gesture. It meant that some connection from his mother, through her nephew, was going to be part of his wedding. Dudley again checked with Ron, and then pulled out an amber stone. Holding it up in his hand, he threw it to the ground, seemingly shattering it. Only instead of breaking, the stone burst into a bright orange light. Dudley looked at the starburst hesitantly, then reached down and picked it up. Moving towards them, he dropped the light into the pouch. Will you be there tomorrow, Dudley? Harry wanted his cousin to be at his wedding, to get a chance to meet his wife. Wouldnt miss it for the world, Harry, but dont worry, Ill see you later tonight. He gave Harry a pat on the back and walked off away from them. Tonight, why does everyone keep saying that? Is there some other ceremony going on? Wait a minute Ron, does Ginny have to do this too?

I dont know about Ginny, Harry. We only have two more stops. Ron grabbed Harrys arm and apparated away. Their last destination was Kings Cross Station. At this time of the evening, it was less busy, l ess confused. Guiding Harry along, Ron led them to Platform 9 where it all started. This is where he left for Hogwarts for the first time, where he met Ron and Hermione, and where he caught his first glimpse of Ginny Weasley, his wife to be. The platform was deserted, no sounds save for their steps could be heard. At the end of the platform, Hermione Granger Weasley stood, alone, smiling. Hello Harry. Harry leaned towards Rons ear, Some bachelor party, the best man had to bring his wife. Ron laughed, which was abruptly halted on a look from Hermione. Harry, this isnt a bachelor party in the strictest sense. This is part of your commitment ritual. My loving husband hasnt been calling it a bachelor party, has he? Im sure he would hav e told me if hed planned such a juvenile event, wouldnt you Ron? Ron nodded his head soberly. Harrys confusion was at its peak. So, youre part of this commitment ceremony? Im the last part of the gift you are giving to your fianc. Harry looked at Ron, as if to say I thought you said we had two stops remaining. Ron shushed Harry with his eyes. Hermione continued, This is where it all began, for us. You and I and Ron met here. Your gift is that of Friendship. Its a bond that near unbreakable. Youve always been our friend, Harry, and I can think of no greater gift to bring to a marriage. With that, she brought out a red stone, brilliant like a ruby. Pointing her wand towards the stone, it broke into the anticipated radiance Harry had seen from the other stones. Instead of placing the light into Rons pouch, she waited for Ron to approach her. Ron had opened his pouch and waved his wand over the opening. Like butterflies in a summer wind, the four collected radiances fluttered out of the pouch and began a dance in the air, around Hermiones hand. The colors mixed together in a whirl of reds, blues, yellows and greens. Eventually the pallet of lights came together, fusing in one last explosion of energy that flashed a blinding white. When the light cleared, there remained in Hermiones hand, a perfectly round, gold ring. Harry reached over and picked up the ring. Its Ginnys wedding band. His statement was matter of fact, as if hed known it all along, and yet, he hadnt. The wedding ring you give Ginny is built on the energy of your gifts to the marriage. Thats what this is about. Her smile warmed Harry, he reached out and hugged her tight. Thanks Hermione. Thanks Ron. This means everything to me. Ron shrugged his shoulders, then moved over and gave his wife a kiss. Well, I should be getting Harry back, hes got a big day tomorrow. Ron hurriedly pushed his friend back down the platform. Ron. Hermione had not moved from her spot on the platform. Try not to get him too drunk. You had better keep Lee and George in check. I will know.

Rons nervous laugh was lost in her glare. Dont worry, hell be fine. Ron quickly grabbed Harrys arm and apparated the both of them away. They arrived back in Hogsmeade, in the alley just outside the Hogs Head Tavern. Harry brought the ring up to closer to his face, examining its features. It had a simple beauty, unblemished with but a simple inscription on the inside. The scroll work was small, but blazed with its own light. A man sees himself through the eyes of the woman he loves Harry smiled and looked over to Ron. So, that was a bachelor party. It wasnt exactly what I expected. Thanks, Ron. Harry embraced his friend, the memories of years together overwhelming his senses. Behind them, the door to the Hogs Head opened. Hey, theyre here! If you two are done kissing, wed like to start the festivities! Harry turned to find George Weasleys frame filling the door way. Harry turned to Ron in bemusement. His friend simply shrugged his shoulders. What? You really didnt think your bachelor party amounted to something from Dickens Christmas Carol, did you? Harry surrendered to his friends prodding and allowed himself to be dr awn into the pub. The interior of the Hogs Head was noticeably different from his visit only a short time before. The room was packed with his friends, all in various states of inebriation. Aberforth Dumbledore the brother of Harrys mentor, was in his familiar place behind the bar, doling out mugs of something that didnt exactly look like butterbeer. Harrys arrival caused a general tumult of greeting, as the party goers made their way to congratulate him. First to reach him was Neville, who gave Harry a strong embrace and clap on the back. Soon Harry was engulfed by a wave of hugs, handshakes and pats on the back by his friends. Dennis approached him, using his size and strength to clear a path through the well wishers. In his hand, he held a tankard of frothing liquid, amber in color and cold to the touch. He handed the mug to Harry, encouraging him to take a sip. Harry raised a wary eyebrow. What is it? Lee Jordan walked up leading Dudley by the arm. Dudley here brought it. Its calle d beer. Its a traditional muggle drink for these occasions. Whats it do? Not a thing. From what I understand, its just traditional, but has no mentionable properties or effects on the constitution, right Dudley? Lee ushered Dudley away before the large man could utter an intelligible response. Harry gave his shoulders a shrug, much to the delight of the gathering. The party got into full swing, with Harry being handed several tankards of the beer in a very short time. When hed gotten to a point where he felt hed needed to stop, the assembled coconspirators broke into rounds of toasts, in order to ensure Harrys continued consumption. At one point, Oliver Wood stood up holding his stein high. A small, unobtrusive part of Harrys brain seemed to note that the drink in Olivers mug looked a lot like butterbeer, and not the concoction that Harry was drinking. That small cognitive voice was soon drowned out by the placement of another glass of beer in Harrys hand, in preparation for Olivers toast.

Friends, we are here to celebrate Harry. Cheers broke out all around. Let me just say, that I was the first person to recognize Harrys skill in Quidditch, putting him on the Gryffindor team in his first year! We won the cup! More cheers, with some hissing from the non-Gryffindor contingent in the room. Oliver continued, However, I may not be the best judge of talent. I mean, all Gryffindor had to do, was wait one more year. Because as of tomorrow, the best Quidditch player, the best Seeker with a Potter name, will be Harrys wife Ginny! Laughter broke out at that, but Oliver had one more point to make. Heres to Harry, who had the will, the fortitude, the strength and the foresight, to convince Ginny to become a reporter, so I dont have to face her on the pitch, ever again! The crowd roared in its applause, encouraging Harry to down his tankard of beer. As the night progressed, Harry felt warm and lightheaded. His brain muddled by the drink and the fun. On one occasion he found himself taking the scene in. Hed just received a toast from Lachlan McCrory, which included a full glass of the mans infernal scotch. Now Lachlan, George and Dudley were huddled in a corner, casting nervous glances Harrys way. Harry had risen and was walking past them. Harry managed to hear a brief snippet of their conversation. So Dudley, let me see if I have this straight, liquor before beer, everythings clear; beer before liquor, everythings sicker. Now, which did Harry drink first? Positive glee emanated from Georges voice. During a lull in the party, basically a time for the food and drink to be replenished, Harry managed to work his way outside, for a breath of air. He walked down the alley to the main street of Hogsmeade, while the sounds of the party drifted across the night. It was cool, a slight breeze hit his face increasing rousing him. He stood in the street, looking up at the night sky. The stars seemed brighter, closer and full moon shone down on the town below. Harry basked in the moons glow, a brief flicker of memory triggered towards Remus which introduced a flood of reflections, on Sirius, on his father, on his mother. Harrys thoughts drifted to Teddy, and then to his friends. The drink had clouded his vision somewhat, so his memories passed in a rapid fashion, but not altogether unpleasant. Finally, one image crystallized in his brain. Her face came to focus with a clarity that, temporarily at least, sobered Harry with its warmth and vitality. Ginny was his base, his core, his whole life. He smiled, knowing that everything would be different tomorrow, everything would be better. What are you laughing at? The voice shocked him into alertness. Standing in front of him was Ginny. She was there! What was she doing there? Ginny, er, um, hi, um, what are you doing here? She laughed at his confusion. Well, my party is down at the Three Broomsticks, I just needed a breath of air. Harrys eyes grew wide. Party? Ginnys having a party, too? They shared a laugh. The past month had been hectic, to say the least, but the past few months had been positively dizzying. What had come out of their experiences though had been a realization of how much they needed each other. Her expression was amused, playful, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. The moons glow created a halo around her head, filtering through her hair, merging with each lock lending an ethereal quality to her gaze. His breathing grew shallow, her presence taking the air from his lungs; he reached out his hands, grasping hers as a swimmer grasps a life line. She smiled at him; the effect more intoxicating than any drink hed ever had. He drew her towards him and they kissed their last kiss as two separate people. He felt an electric shock through his being, warmth radiating from her lips to his, transferring down to the ground through his toes. After a moment, their lips parted, but Harry felt the residual energy remain, as if they were still connected. She turned from him, her smile glowing wider, Tomorrow, Harry, Ill see you tomorrow.

He gave her a speechless wave, a dumbfounded smile on his own face. He reached his hand to his mouth, his lips still tingling. Hey, there you are! Ron had walked up behind Harry, but had not seen Ginnys receding form, preserving the moment as one that she and him were privy to. What are doing out here? Just getting a breath of fresh air, I dont know whats in that beer, but my head is a little funny. Ron snickered, No, youre imagining that. Come on, now, weve some games to play! Harry took one last look down the street, then turned to his friend. Games? Nothing strange, I hope. Ron gave Harry his best reassuring expression. Fine, lets go play those games. Ron? Ron look ed at his friend, curious as to the question being poised. It might be the beer, but did I see George and Lee leading a donkey into the Hogs Head? Chapter 27 Mr. and Mrs. Harry J. Potter The room was a scene of destruction and chaos. Dawns ligh t had begun to filter through the cracks of the weather-beaten shutters. Here and there, tendrils of the suns warmth would illuminate the aftermath of the devastation. Furniture was flung about in random patterns as if a tornado had ripped through the center of the small edifice. An observer happening onto the scene would immediate lock on to the bodies strewn about grotesquely, the smell permeating the air around them. In the immediate center of the room, one of the fallen had landed directly under one of the tables. His arms were askew in an unnatural angle, his face pressed hard against the cold, stone floor. Upon further observation, the body in the center of the room began to stir. He felt emptiness in his head that seemed to traverse the extent of his body. His mouth felt like hed swallowed a bed sheet with the latter part catching in his throat. The resounding toll of bells seemed to echo in his head, as if his brain had shrunk to a quarter of its normal size and was rattling around incessantly in his empty skull. He made a quick attempt to open his eyes and immediately regretted the choice, as the insides of his eyelids seemed to be coated with broken glass. He knew had to find out where he was, so he attempted the eyelid opening maneuver using just one eye and moving very slowly. After an eternity, he managed to slide one eye open, well half way, anyway. The green of his eye was framed with a bright red, making focusing a difficult proposition. As the room came into focus, he was able to see the dingy gray of the pavestones. He knew they were pavestones, because his mouth was physically attached to one of them. Slowly, he lifted his head from the floor, trying to keep his head attached to his shoulders using a delicate balancing act. Harry slowly moved his body upright and scanned the surrounding area. What was left of his party, including empty mugs, plates, food and especially his friends were scattered across every horizontal surface of the bar. Ron was wedged firmly on the steps, a gentle snore emanating from his body. George Weasley had various caricatures painted on his face, while Lee Jordan and Harrys cousin Dudley were passed out, heads together, with incriminating magic markers in their hands. Dennis Creevey was laid out flat on the top of the bar, his arms hanging limply and Harry had no idea how it was physically possible for Seamus Finnegan to lying on top of the fireplace mantle. All in all, it was a very good party. About that time, he managed to open his other eye. Now armed with both his eyes, Harry noticed that the aftermath of his bachelor party was worse than he thought. There was a slight nagging thought, as if he had something to do, but couldnt quite figure it out.

Merlins Left Eyeball! The shout penetrated his skull like a hot knife through, well, like a hot knife through his skull. Hermione Weasley and Cho Chang stood framed in the doorway of the Hogs Head Inn. Harry, its nine in the morning, of your wedding day. Harry thought, That was it, thats what I have to do today. Then he immediately regret the effort that thinking took and the pain generated by it. Hermione spied her husband Ron, lying peacefully in his corner of the pub. Ron Weasley! Her first attempt caused Ron to turn over onto his side and induced a louder bout of snoring from him. Hermione looked around and picked up a bucket of water, located near the bar. Harry really wanted to warn his friend, but thought the effort wasnt really worth the pain. So he watched Hermione rear back with the bucket, and toss its contents onto Harrys best man. Ron sat upright immediately, sputtering the mouthful of water hed immediately received. Ron, dear. You may want to escort your friend and future brother-in-law home to get ready for his wedding. Harry knew Ron was in deep trouble, because Hermiones tone was level with a hint of sweetness. That was definitely not a good sign. Ron pulled himself up and immediately shot a hand to his head. Good, thought Harry, he wasnt th e only one who had a gnome with a hammer banging on his forehead. Gathering himself with some semblance of pride, Ron walked gingerly across the room stepping over the undisturbed bodies of his friends, and helped Harry stand, a move that caused both of them a modicum of discomfort. Holding his head high, Ron pulled Harry out the door. As they walked up the alley, they heard Cho and Hermione begin the indelicate task of rousing the rest of the co-conspirators of the bachelor party. Eventually, Ron mustered enough concentration to side-along apparate Harry and himself back to Harrys street, not trusting himself to get them too close to the building. Side by side, the two friends made their way into 12 Grimmauld Place. Somehow, they managed to crawl to the kitchen and collapse at the table. It seemed like a good decision to wait for a while, before doing anything at all. Their mutual misery was exacerbated by the loud crack of a disapparation inside the kitchen. Harrys house-elf, Kreacher, was making his morning appearance to Harrys kitchen. Master, good to see you home! The small gray figure of the house-elf held himself momentarily in a bow. Kreacher is so pleased that Mistress Ginny will be returning today, as your wife, no less. Harry managed a barely audible, Thank you, Kreacher. Kreacher took a closer look at Ron and Harry, noting their lack of animation and general comportment. Having served generations of the Blacks, several of whom had been legendary carousers, Kreacher had a good idea of what ailed his master, and a remedy for it. Moving quickly and efficiently around the kitchen, he prepared a special tea for Ron and Harry, adding ingredients in a manner only he remembered. Within minutes, he was placing piping hot mugs of this tea in front of the two men. Master, drink this please. It will prepare you for this special day! Harry was willing to try just about anything at this juncture, so he took a tentative sip at the tea. Immediately, the brass band in his forehead ceased playing. Drinking down a bigger sip, the spike lodged behind his eyes began to withdraw itself, slowly. Soon Harry had downed the entire mug and he was feeling worlds better. Looking across the table, Harry saw that the tea had similar recuperative effects on Ron. Kreacher, you are a life saver. That was splendid, thank you.

The stooped house-elf offered a bow and moved off to tinker in the kitchen. Ron was stretching his arms, checking the soundness of his limbs. Well, that was an interesting evening. Ron had a friendly twinkle in his eye. You ready for today? Harry eyed his friend, I was hoping that youd been able to enact the Fidelius Charm, so that, no one could ever speak of what happened last night. Rons laugh proved infectious and the two friends laughed together. The bachelor party notwithstanding, Harr y was ready for today, in fact, this was a day hed been ready for practically his whole life. Today, he was getting married to Ginny completing a long journey and starting a whole new one. For the greatest part of his life, hed been without family, his parents murders and his blood relatives had not really wanted him. Hed had surrogates, the Weasleys and the people hed met at Hogwarts, but in terms of real family hed been isolated and alone for the most part. Even when hed thought that he was close, as when he finally had met his godfather, Sirius, that was taken away from him as well. Today, the emptiness, the loneliness would be wiped away forever. Hed be part of a family, with Ginny, and no one could take that away. Feeling completely refreshed, Harry went up to his room to gather his formals for the trek to Godrics Hollow. Harry placed his belongings in his charmed Aurors haversack and went down to collect Ron. Together, they made their way to the living room to avail themselves of the Floo Network. Within moments, the two friends found themselves at the pub located at Godrics Hollow. The place was packed, apparently the news of Harry and Ginnys upcoming nuptials drawing guests and curiosity seekers alike to the sleepy hamlet. Upon seeing Harry, many of the pubs patrons offered their good wishes and offered to buy him a drink, which of course, he politely refused, helped invariably by the rumbling in his stomach at the thought of any liquid touching his insides, at that moment. Theyd arrived about noon, so Harry asked Ron if they could pass by the cemetery where his parents were buried. They walked in silence, Harrys thoughts racing as they walked towards the church near the cemetery. As the walked through the kissing gate, Ron fell back a bit, allowing Harry to carry on in private. Harry made his way to his parents resting place and stood for a moment, reflecting on the day and allowing a tinge of regret that they were not there to witness it. Mom and Dad, Harry didnt know why, but saying the words out loud helped him feel closer, connected to his parents. Ginny and I are getting married today. Shes a wonderful woman; shes everything that Im not, and more. Dad, I dont know what you felt , that made you want to marry Mom, but if it was anything like the way I feel about Ginny, I completely understand. He took a moment to brush a small blade of grass that the breeze had blown onto their grave marker. I miss you two. I wish you were here. He dropped his head for a moment and turned to join Ron. They started their walk to the ceremony site. *********************************************************************************************************** Godrics Hollow has a relatively small number of dwellings, surrounded by open country all around and dotted with small copses breaking up the open space. Harry and Ginny had chosen the floor of a hidden vale as the site of their wedding. Ringed by rolling hills, the location was positioned to allow breezes in but shade the midday sun from its visitors. Since their decision to hold the ceremony on this day, Molly Weasley had marshaled a virtual army of compatriots to transform the low valley into a suitable location for the wedding. Andromeda Tonks was especially delighted to help the couple, losing herself in the preparations that seemed to provide a cathartic release for her, a final farewell to her lost family through the happiness of her grandsons godfather.

When Harry and Ron arrived, Molly immediately placed Ron to work at some last minute details of the ceremony. Harry smiled and moved towards an area that held several tall tents, being used as changing areas and gathering places. Harry entered one of the structures and changed into his wedding robes. Hed selected, well Ginny had selected anyway, an ensemble that reflected his career choice as a Auror. His robes were midnight black, solid, impenetrable, yet lacking menace. The robes were softened by his Aurors shield affixed to his left breast, its comet and stars tracing a slow orbit around the perimeter of the talisman. On his right breast, he wore his Order of Merlin, First Class which had an animated crystal attached denoting Harrys second award of the medal. He wore his black leather, knee-length boots, polished to a high sheen, with blousing pantaloons tucked into them. He took one look at himself in a full length mirror, deemed his performance acceptable, and moved outside to take in his surroundings. Checking his watch, a gift from the Weasleys on a Christmas long ago, Harry noticed hes still had well over an hour until the ceremony. Having been shooed away from any attempt to assist in the preparations, Harry wandered up a hill to be alone with his thoughts. He walked to the summit, and stood next to a birch standing sentinel over the countryside. Taking in his surroundings, his mind went over the events of his life, fast forwarding through the harshest parts and dwelling on the most pleasant. As he so often noted, most of the pleasant memories involved Ginny. With a sigh, he made his way down to start greeting guests, who had begun to arrive. Spring was an ideal time in Godrics Hollow. The breezes across the countryside provided a refreshing escape from the midday sun. The valley had been transformed; a large pavilion had been erected to house the ceremony. A sheer white fabric covered the top of the pavilion with the ends charmed to ebb and flow in slow, concentric patterns. Chairs were arrayed in rows, facing towards a raised dais, which was covered in rose petals that constantly replenished their numbers. Daffodils and lilacs seemingly grew wild, in random patterns across the floor of the pavilion, and floated free throughout the air, allowing their scent to permeate the gathering. Soft music pulsed about, its source unseen and its temp changing with the events going on at the time. Harry took in his surroundings and closed his eyes. The setting was perfect because it reminded him of her. The flowery aromas of the lilacs, daffodils and roses blend to just give justice to the scent of Ginnys hair. The soft music danced melodies that gave life to her eyes. The dazzling white of the suns rays through the fabric reminded him of aura of beauty that she held whenever he saw her. Suddenly, he wanted this to happen now, he felt a mild ache, from missing her and he wanted to be with her, at that moment, as if the wait for the next hour would be torture. His discomfort was saved by the sight of some of his approaching guests. He couldnt help but smile at the sight of Dennis Creeveys approach. On Dennis arm, holding him close, was Cho Chang, smiling coyly, her eyes barely leaving Dennis. Hello, Harry. The smile on Dennis face telling the story of his own happiness. I see you were able to revive him, Cho. Her blush made Harry smile. Welcome, you two. Im glad you could come. They smiled and made their way towards the seating area. As Harry watched them go, he felt a tap on his shoulder, Hello, Harry, its about time you two were married, I really dont know what you were waiting for. The whimsical quality of the voice sang in Harrys ear. Hello, Luna. Welcome, Mr. Lovegood. Harry nodded to Lunas father, whod continued his way into the pavilion. Luna offered Harry a smile. You two have a bond, a connection. You should have seen how admirable her restraint was at her party!

Er, thanks, Luna. What kind of situation had merited restraint? Harry never really got a chance to ask the question as Luna had moved on to follow her father. Harry shook his head and found himself seeing a familiar face. Hello, Sarah. Im very glad you could come. Harrys trainee had taken his wardrobe advice to heart. She was wearing a simple black dress which accentuated her figure. You look absolutely lovely. The compliment caused a rush of blood to her cheeks, causing her to turn her eyes down. Thanks Harry. Thanks for inviting me, everything is so beautiful. Harry chuckled as Lee Jordan practically fell over himself to provide Sarah an escort down to the seating area. A commotion drew Harrys attention as several statuesque women made their presence known, led by Gwenog Jones. The Holyhead Harpies had arrived together, but also simultaneously with the Puddlemere United, lead by Oliver Wood. The two teams stood at the entrance, staring each other down, not wanting to cede the path to the other. A scene was in the making. Oliver, ever the diplomat, made a pronounced exaggerated bow, and offered his arm to Gwenog. She laughed openly and took his offered arm, and the two escorted each other down the aisle. The rest of their teams followed their leave, making for a parade of Quidditch excellence. In almost no time, he felt another hand on his shoulder, and turned to see the face of his best man, Ron. Well, are you ready? Rons question was earnest, kind. Its time to get you up on the dais. Harry took a deep breath. Im ready. That was all he could manage. Ron gave a laugh and grasped Harry by the shoulders. Harry, relax. Youre my best friend. I love my sister and shes marrying my best friend. I cant think of anything better in the world. Being with Hermione has made me a better man, and Ginny will do the same for you. So relax, and lets go start the rest of your life. Harry breathed a little easier, and followed Ron down to the dais. Alone atop the platform, Harry was met by the faces of the countless numbers of friends, families and strangers looking back at him. A sudden feeling of vertigo began to overtake him, a nervousness born of his natural unease with being the center of attention. He felt his knees weakening and his mouth drying to uselessness. How would he get through this? Then it happened, as if timed to appear during his greatest distress, the linen parted at the entrance to the tent at the far end of the pavilion. Ginny was standing in the archway, preparing to move down towards him. His anxiety melted and the faces staring at him disappeared as his only focus was the vision of beauty down the aisle. She was resplendent in her white gown, her shoulders bare and intricate beadwork patterns dotting the bodice. The train floated behind her, seemingly floating along on their own volition. Her auburn tresses hung freely, unencumbered by restraint, yet dignified and controlled as if willed to frame her face, providing a crimson aura around her countenance. Her expression was calm, happy and loving, all at once. Her eyes sparkled, somehow dancing with a lively light, yet never leaving his as she made her way to him. Her lips were rounded into a gleaming smile and her cheeks had reddened, offering color to her porcelain complexion. When she rose to the top of the dais, joining him, he sensed the same tingling of energy that they had shared in their previous kiss, except it was more intense, more pleasurable. Grasping hands, he felt the electricity course through his body, almost paralyzing, yet at the same time relaxing. His eyes didnt leave her. He made no acknowledgement of anyone else, except her. She was everything to him, his whole life. He had to remind himself to breathe. She gave him a reassuring glance and they turned to face the figure that had joined them on the platform.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, former Auror and legacy member of the Order of the Phoenix had volunteered to conduct the wedding. He stood before them, his smile genuine, his enthusiasm transparent. He had told Harry, that this would be his most favorite task as Minister. To all gathered here, in this place. We seek to acknowledge the everlasting bond between two souls, Harry and Ginerva. Love is the greatest power on this world, and when we are fortunate to love, we must ensure its endurance. Harry and Ginny have declared their love, and so we join them in matrimony. Kingsley recitation of the words rang throughout the area, but Harry barely heard them. His consciousness, his total awareness centered on her, the vision of absolute beauty before him. The ceremony continued apace. As the approached the ending of the ceremony, the time came for the exchange of the rings. For the first time since Ginny had made her appearance, Harry turned from her to welcome his godson, Teddy up to the platform. Teddys face was serious, his task solemn. He was in charge of the rings, for his Uncle Harry. That made him a big boy, and he was going to make Uncle Harry proud. Teddy made his way up to Harry and held up the pillow holding the rings. Harry and Ginny bent down to retrieve the rings from Teddys charge. Harry touched Teddy on the top of the head in thanks and Ginny offered him a kiss on the cheek. Teddys hair turned a deep shade of red, then green, then blue in reaction to the affection. Giggling, he turned and returned to his grandmothers side. The ritual of the rings was the most important part of the ceremony. It was here that the two become one by the symbol and magic in the rings. Once again facing each other, Ginny offered her hand to Harry, who placed the ring fashioned by his gifts on her finger. A series brilliant shoots of light emanated from the ring, swirling around the couple and forming the letters of the inscription on the ring. Harry intoned the words, that reflected his heart. A man sees himself through the eyes of the woman he loves. Ginnys eyes shone at the sentiment, the love she felt for him penetrating his soul and reflect ing out to the assembled crowd. Next it was Harrys turn to place his hand in hers. She placed a ring on his finger and a matching cacophony of light shared its brilliance. The inscription on Harrys ring displayed to the crowd. I love you - those three words have my life in them . Her eyes never left his as she repeated the words. Clasping hands together, Kingsley waved his wand over the both, causing an explosion of light and sound that danced over their heads. Kingsley closed the proceedings. Harry and Ginny are bonded, they are as one. Let us endeavor to support them and their love as they make their way, together down the path of life. Harry, you may kiss the bride. The last time their lips had met, it was private, under a full moon, a stolen moment between two people. This kiss was a new beginning, the start of their lives together. Their lips met, softly, their smiles matching. As it progressed, a passionate insistence caused the kiss to become more urgent, as if their souls were melding in this one contact. They heard no sound, they had no awareness of their surroundings. There was only the two of them, together at last and this kiss was the seal to the bond between them, that when they sat back and thought about, was fated from the first day they saw each other. Ladies and gentlemen, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minister of Magic, loudly announced. It is my pleasure to present for the first time in public view, Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter.

They were still locked in their first kiss, and did not hear the roar of applause from their friends and family. The reception was as Gawain Robards had promised, the social event of the year. Aside from their friends and family, there were functionaries and self-important dignitaries that had to make an appearance at the festivities. Harry and Ginny did their level best to avoid them. Instead, they focused their energies, on each other. Sitting alone, their first stolen moments of their day, they took the time to survey the party, now in full swing. The members of the Harpies were still paired with members of the United, but the most impressive sight was that of Oliver Wood dancing with Gwenog Jones. She stood almost a half a head taller than him, so when looking from afar, no one could really tell who was leading. Hermione and Ron were also dancing, but seemingly unaware of the music. They danced to a tune only known to them. Her head rested on his chest, his cheek resting on the top of her head. Ginny placed her head on Harrys shoulder. They were meant for each other, werent they? Her voice immediately drawing a small kiss from him. Of course, although it was funny, for the longest time, they were the only ones that didnt realize it. This drew a laugh from his bride. We were meant to be, you know. His tone was serious. Of course I knew that. She gave him a small tap on the head. You were just too busy saving the world to take advantage of that. He smiled, Im hoping to rectify that error, soon enough. Her elbow found his ribs, obviously Hermione had been giving her lessons. The party continued well into the evening, the revelers enjoying the happiness of the newlyweds. Molly Weasleys continued weeping for joy, finally caused Arthur to usher her h ome, hoping that this wasnt a portent of the Sunday Dinners to come. The departure of the elder Weasleys seemed to signal the other guests to draw down the festivities. One by one, couple by couple, the well wishers trickled home. Soon, all that remained were the happily married couple and Ron and Hermione. They sat around a table, recounting the days events. Congratulations, you two, but its time for me to get this one home. Hermione pulled on Rons arm. Come on, Ron. She turned to her friends, her mind reflecting on the how perfect they were together. We dont expect to see you two out and about for quite a spell, ok? Ginny laughed, No need to worry, well find something to do. Ginny watched as Ron pulled Hermione to his chest, wrapping his arms around her and disappearing, together. The simple way their bodies fit together, for an act as common as any, but they tenderness, the love showed through and brought a smile to her face. Come on Harry, lets go home. Harry didnt argue, the exhaustion of the day overpowering him. Ginny pulled him close to her, facing him and realizing that her body fit perfectly within his arms. He smiled at her and kissed her forehead, and together they disappeared. They arrived outside the home at 12 Grimmauld Place. Holding hands, they made their way up the landing. Harry gathered a sudden inspiration and scooped up Ginny in his arms. Kicking the front door open, he kissed her hard on the lips, and carried his bride across the threshold.

As the door shut, a brass plaque on the front of the door was knocked askew. A flash of light and sound announced Kreachers arrival outside the door. He reached a small hand up and adjusted the plaque on the front of the door, and waved his hand over it. Satisfied, he disappeared in a flash. The plague had been cleaned, shined up. The scrollwork had once simply said Black. Now it had a flourishing script in red and gold letters that glittered in the night. Its new inscription boldly announcing the homes occupants to the world: The Potters Chapter 28 Prisoner Thirteen Between the northeastern shores of Britain and the southeastern coasts of Scandinavia lies the North Sea, a foreboding body of water that challenges the heartiest of souls. Oftentimes, it is masked by dark clouds and thundering seas. Only the bravest and the most capable dare to traverse its waters and even then take their lives into their hands. There is a small island in the middle of the sea, its shores besieged by the unrelenting surf and wind, waves crashing in crescendo against the rocks and crags that surround the isle. Rising from the island, a gray stone tower reaches skyward, seemingly meeting the perpetual black clouds that hovered in the sky. The prison called Azkeban had seen its share of tumult over the past few years, the rise and fall of Voldemort had weakened its unassailable reputation as the time was marked by countless escapes by high profile prisoners and desertion by its erstwhile guards, the dementors. The Shacklebolt regime in the Ministry of Magic realized the need to review and rebuild both the prison itself and its reputation. Given the fact that the roundup of Voldemorts Deatheaters had continued at a rapid pace, Shacklebolt knew that the need for a secure holding facility was paramount. The structure of the prison had been rebuilt, its walls smoothed and charmed with the strongest holding spells known. Sphinxes roamed the grounds, answerable only to the Minister himself or his junior undersecretary, who was at this time, Percy Weasley. Trained Aurors patrolled the halls, their loyalty sealed with Unbreakable Vows, to each other and to the Ministers office. Gone were the dementors and with them the experience associated with their presence. No longer were the prisoners subjected to the daily torture of enhanced hopelessness and the madness that had come with it over time. This is not to say that the prisoners were free of discomfort or that their sentences were light or without punishment. Shacklebolt understood the nature of the prisoners that were to be incarcerated within the prison and knew that by their sheer evil nature, they required an environment that illuminated their status. The prison relied on isolation and hard labor as the primary means of punishment. The prisoners were kept from each other with no contact or interaction whatsoever with any other soul, excluding the occasional glimpse of their guards. Even then, the Aurors assigned to Azkeban all wore masks which hid their individuality, keeping their charges from identifying with them. Every day, the prisoner would be led from their cell, the time of day varying, so as not to allow a routine to develop, and would be brought to a room with rock piled to the ceiling. The prisoner would be forced to move the individual rocks from one side of the room to the other. It was backbreaking labor and it reinforced the loneliness the prisoners felt. The prisoners werent even called by name, but only by a number, further reducing their identification with their past. Percy Weasley led the procession into the main arrivals area of Azkeban. His red hair was the only color that could be seen in the place. The only faces were his own and the blindfolded countenance of his charge. Several masked Aurors were leading the paralyzed form of Lucious Malfoy into the room, his face impassive, and a blindfold covering his eyes. By design, no one said a word, Percy nodded at the Auror receiving Malfoy, turned and walked away. When Percy had left, the head Auror uttered the first sounds that Malfoy had heard his entire transit to Azkeban.

You are Prisoner 323. You will only respond to Prisoner 323. Any deviation will result in harsher punishment. Take him away. The procession escorting Prisoner 323 moved down a long hallway, the first steps down the long journey towards the end of his life. In another part of the prison, Prisoner 13 sat alone in her cell. The only sound was the drops of water from the wetness seeping through the cracks in the stone walls. Shed been alone for so long, that shed almost forgotten her previous life, almost. She was a stickler for order, for control. She marked her time in her cell by fastidiously adjusting the bits of rock and dust to meet her rigid standards of propriety. When not straightening the imaginary furniture and articles, she sat on her cot, upright, erect, in other words, proper. She had been close to forgetting who she had been, how she always worked to preserve the order. Shed been close to forgetting her hatred of the unclean and those that lacked purity of bloodline. She almost forgot how much she hated children, especially the muggle loving brats at that hideous school. She was a heartbeat away of accepting her fate and completely discarding her life as it had been. That was until the voice entered her head. When she heard its words and understood their meaning, she resolved herself to never forgetting who she was. She would not forget, that she was Delores Umbridge. The voice was soft, feminine and at first Umbridge thought that she was imagining it. The silence of her surroundings, however, slowly gave a resonance to the voice. It was definitely there, insistent. Umbridge took a while to really comprehend what the voice was saying, but what was time in a place like this, after all? Are you of pure blood, Delores Umbridge? For days, that was the only words that voice uttered. Umbridge would think to h erself, Of course, how silly a question. But the question continued to be asked. Are you of pure blood, Delores Umbridge? Finally frustrated, Umbridge snapped out a retort, Of course I am, thats why Im here, in this place, because Im of pure blood and tried to preserve the real order. These had been first words shed uttered in almost the entire time shed been in Azkeban. The effort was hoarse, but defiant. Shed spoken forcefully and with intent. Will you serve to preserve the true order? Umbridge chortled at the thought. Serve? How? Where? From here? Perhaps the so-called justice-minded officials in the Ministry had developed an Azkeban not unlike the one before, maybe she was going mad. Will you serve to preserve the true order? She stopped herself from jeering this time, her mind racing. Wo uld she serve? Shed always served, that was what she dedicated her life to. The mindless mongrels that constituted the new Ministry never understood what all this intermingling would mean to the preservation of the magic world. She saw herself as a beacon, a martyr to the true order. Would she serve? She had always served, and she served the true order now. I have always served the true order. I serve the true order today. Part of her mind wondered if, indeed, she was suffering from dementia, hearing voices demanding her service would be an indicator. Come to me, and serve the true order.

Not only was she going mad, but apparently her new visitor was mad as well. She was in Azkeban, she was coming to no one. Come to me, and serve the true order. Umbridge was thinking of an appropriately derisive retort when she felt a chill breeze cross her body. Her cell had no window. Umbridge had no idea what part of the prison she was in, what floor she was on. The current of air took her by surprise, there was no obvious source. The wall opposite the door began to shimmer, dissolving into nothingness, exposing the air outside her cell to her. It was storming, rain adding its force to the assault of the surf below. The sky was dark, punctuated by violent flashes of lightning that exposed the lack of horizon in the distance. She rose from her cot, and took a cautious look at her cell door. There was no sign that anyone had could hear the noise of the weather coming from outside. Come to me, and serve the true order. She moved towards the open wall, peeking into the darkness, when the sudden burst of another lightening strike illuminated a scaly body, hovering outside the opening in the wall. There was a leather saddle atop the form, with straps leading up to an unseen head. She paused for a moment, wondering if her madness had started conjuring up visions as well as voices. She took a breath and put her hand out in front of her, testing the reality of the hole in the wall. She drew her hand back. It was wet, from the rain. It was real. She straightened her prison gown and brushed an imagined speck off her front. Drawing herself up, she walked through the opening and climbed onto the saddle. The figure drew itself up and banked away from Azkeban, unseen. The wall leading from her cell slowly resolved itself back into its original form, the only indication that the interior of the cell had seen the outside was a small puddle of water collected on the floor. Overcoming her terror, Umbridge looked at the creature she was astride. It was smaller than a dragon, almost like an adolescent. While dragons had four legs and wings on its back, this creature was more upright, with two legs and true wings instead of upper legs/arms. Umbridge realized that she was on a wyvern, a creature similar to a dragon, but controllable by the darkest magic. Wyverns were fierce, violent and relished the taste of human flesh. Whoever controlled this animal must possess great power. The first rays of hope began to flash in her mind. She would serve. She would preserve the true order. By the looks of things, she would be able cleanse the Ministry of the muggle influences. She would be able to punish those who had led her ordered society astray. One face resolved itself in her mind. Her mouth curled into a twisted grin. She would be able to punish Harry Potter. Chapter 29 Isle of Apples Umbridge noticed that her flight upon the wyverns back avoided land. Once out of sight of Azkeban, the sky had cleared noticeably and her reptilian conveyance had descended to a few feet above the waters surface. Having not been aware of the passage of time while in prison, she had no real perception they had been traveling other than by her weariness in the saddle. Eventually, they stopped making course corrections and seemed to be focused on a nearing destination. She looked ahead and saw a large white fog bank in the distance. The wall of mist extended from the sea to the sky, seemingly without end. The wyverns course was directed at the mist and Umbridge assumed that her mysterious benefactor lie within. They approached the vaporous shroud, and without hesitation, the wyvern plunged into its midst. She felt cold and lost as both as her vision was clouded by the mist and the temperature dropped as they escaped the warmth of the sun. The wyvern continued on its course, suddenly coming to

a break in the wispy barrier, revealing a small island, isolated on the sea. The island was luscious, green with a large volcano at its center, seemingly dormant. The verdant dot of land was covered with a canopy of trees, which rang with the song of birds. The wyvern made a direct line for an area at the base of the mountain. As Umbridge looked towards her bea sts nose was pointed, she spotted a splash of white on the side of the dark rock of the volcano. As they neared, the pale features of the mountain began to show the regular outlines of something constructed, artificial. The horizontal plane of walls and the vertical features of towers began to become clear. It was a castle, carved right into the walls of the mountain. It was made of alabaster stone, gleaming brightly against the black, foreboding surface of the natural rock. After a brief roll, the wyvern alit gently outside the gated entrance to the bastion. Her steed lowered its body, indicating that she should dismount, which she did after a certain amount of awkwardness. Pulling at her prison gown, she glanced over at the wyvern, which leaned its head down towards her and let out a ferocious roar, bearing its massive maw of razor sharp teeth. She cringed backward in terror, pulling her arm in front of her face, waiting for the feel of jagged edge onto her flesh. When her evisceration did not immediately take place, she lowered her arm in time to see the wyvern lift itself into the sky and fly off. Umbridge took a deep breath, and looked at her surroundings. She stood in front of a pair large iron doors, unadorned and massive. Looking outward from the gate, she was surrounded by a large grove of apple trees that appeared to dominate the arboreal population of the island. It was an island of apples. Behind her, the gates began to slowly open, groaning under their sheer weight, scraping across the stone floor as if they had not been opened in centuries. When they had fully opened, she peered into the courtyard that had been revealed. It was dotted with more of the apple trees, with a white, stone pathway leading from the gate into a building at the far end of the plaza. Umbridge started walking the path, her bare feet the only sound she could hear. She could feel the wind as it passed through the trees, but no sound came from its caress of the leaves. As she made her way towards the far building, her throat dried, her heartbeat resounded in her ears. Reaching the entrance to the structure, she noticed that the doors swung open, as of their own volition. She forced herself to enter the open door. The chamber she entered was massive, open. The floors were marble, the walls made mostly of the native slate, but reflective, making the space seem larger, vast. Tapestries depicting a variety of pastoral scenes adorned the walls while torches hung providing more light than would be expected. In the center of the room, a dark pool edged in black, polished stone was the dominant feature. Umbridge walked to the area around the pool. You will serve to save the purity of your line? The voice was louder, familiar. It didnt originate within the confines of her head, but came from a shadow at the far end of the room. I serve to restore order, yes. Umbridges back straightened, finally able to face the source of the voice. Whom do I serve? Surprisingly, the voice laughed, a beautiful, charming laugh. That is not important right now. I must know if you are worthy of service. You must prove your worth. Delores Umbridge was a survivor. She was not one to blindly follow anyone, she did not appreciate being out of control. How do I prove my worth? The figure seemed to consider the question. Who are the guardians of the im pure? Another riddle, Umbridge was perplexed. The only guardians she could think of were the Aurors that had imprisoned her and undoubtedly hunted down the balance of Voldemorts fools. If the impure were those who ran the Ministry, then the guardians would be the Aurors.

The guardians of the impure are the Aurors that do their bidding. Excellent. Attack the Aurors and you will prove your worth. This time Umbridge did laugh. If I could destroy the Aurors, I would have and Id be running the Ministry. Convinced that her mysterious patron was mad, Umbridge made to turn and leave. Stop! The shrouded figure moved forward, coming into the light. The torches revealed the countenance of a woman. She was breathtakingly beautiful, her face unblemished, smooth, and soft. Her hair was long and flowing and had a golden hue that seemed otherworldly. She was dressed in a black shroud, which hugged her figure, accented by her walk. Her lips were red, a deep contrast to her pale skin. Her voice was melodic capturing its listeners with its siren quality. I will give you the instruments to fight the Aurors. Why me? You obviously have power, why do you need me to do this for you? Umbridge took in the vision before her, this woman seemed strangely familiar, but she could not place where she knew her from. I can not leave this place, this island. I am the guardian of our purity, of our order. I wa nt to help you restore what should be. I see, and what then? What do you want? You just want pure -bloods to rule? Is that it? Umbridge suspected that more was wanted, more would be required. No, what I want is for my son to rule, serve my son and you will be rewarded. The woman raised her arm, pointing to a large crystalline block standing to the side. Encased with the crystal was a man. He was handsome, the resemblance to the woman striking. His prison was translucent with an amber hue. My son will rule, and you will serve. Umbridge stood stunned. This person had exhibited great power, and Umbridge believed her when she said that she had ways to defeat the Aurors, but serve her and her son? Shed served others, Fudge or Thicknesse, and served them well. She hesitated for a moment, a spark of intuition striking her. Shed not served these various ministers, shed always served herself. Perhaps, here she would serve herself. She would use this woman to eliminate the mudbloods and then take power for herself. This woman said she couldnt leave this place. Delores Umbridge saw an opportunity, and she would seize it. I will serve, how do I destroy the Aurors? The woman smiled and clasped her hands together. The pool at the center of the room began to froth. An object began to rise out its depths, and was soon free from its watery confines. It floated through the air and set down near Umbridge. She looked at the object. It was a book. Its binding was worn, old, with framings of copper around the edges. Its pages were looked worn, ancient. Warily, she picked up the book. It was relatively small, thin, with very few pages, almost the size of a diary. Carefully, she opened the book and glanced at the first page. Imperium Creatura Periculum Umbridge cast a questioning glance to the woman. This will allow you to transform any animal into a dangerous magical being, a chimaera or manticore, even a nundu. This is dark magic for you will have command of these beings. Your can only compel these creatures to kill and you must be able to see the person who must die.

When she heard what power she was being granted, Delores Umbridge found her humor. Her smile was cold, evil, contemplating the path before her. The Office of Aurors would suffer and she would be the instrument of their pain. The woman interrupted her thoughts, Remember, you must be able to see who you wish to kill, and never lose touch with the book. If you conjure a killing creature and you drop the book, the creature will turn on you. Umbridge scarcely heard the admonition, her mind turning on the possibilities. After two days, she was ready. A wyvern had been placed at her disposal. Mounting it, she felt empowered and refreshed. Shed been provided with clothing arrayed in pinks, lavender and rose. Astride her mount, she looked like an innocuous grandmother riding pure evil. She left with no fanfare. The woman watched Umbridges departure with casual interest. Her lips pursed together and she turned to reenter the building. Approaching the encased body of her son, she mused aloud. She will not succeed, shes too ambitious, too weak, but she will sow confusion, dread. When chaos reigns, then I will send you, my pet. A low snarl emanated from a dark corner of the room. She smiled at the reaction, convinced that the guttural noise was one of delight. And when I send you, it will be to destroy the best of them. When this Harry Potter is destroyed, then my son can awaken, and I will be free of this prison. She glanced back out towards where Umbridge had flown out. I will destroy this abomination of a society that fool, Merlin created. The muggles will cringe in fear of my name. The beasts of the magic world will bow before me. They will rue their mockery of my name as so much entertainment. The wizard world will worship me as before. Her face broke into a smile that was ugly on such a beautiful face. The world will fear the name of Morgana, dark sorceress and Queen of Avalo n. Chapter 30 Gambits Beginning He was awake, but he lay there with his eyes closed. The sounds of the morning rang through his ears. The morning robin was singing outside his window and somewhere a bluejay called to its mate. He could feel her presence next to him, the warmth of her body touching him, energizing his being. She stirred and he heard her offer a low purr of contentment as she stretched. He felt her move, laying her body across his chest. He felt her fingers running across his face, through his hair. He thought he could hear her smile. He opened his eyes, and was rewarded with the beauty of her smiling face, near his. Good morning, Mr. Potter. Her voice had an air of mischief. He smiled, still not believing that she was there, and would be for all time. Good morning, Mrs. Potter. Ginny giggled at his greeting. The words rang in her ear, Mrs. Potter, she was Mrs. Potter and it was wonderful. She loved the way he looked at her, the joy he conveyed with his eyes, and the look took her breath away, still. Her fingers ran through his hair, confirming the reality of their life together for her. She loved him; it seemed, for as long as she could remember. Her fingers traced the line of scar on his forehead, causing her to remember the time of pain and triumph.

She drank in his eyes, remembering the fear and sorrow that dominated them for the longest time, and the elation and adoration that had replaced them, every time he looked at her. She loved him, that was obvious, but she had not imagined how much pure happiness would result from being his wife. Harry groaned, What time is it? He turned his head and looked at the ancient grandfather clock on the other end of the room. Seeing the time, he laid his head back and groaned once more. Im not ready to go back, yet. She laughed, Then dont, but itll just be you and Kreacher. Im starting my first day at the Prophet today. He swung a pillow at her head, but missed. They had disappeared for a month. Using Grimmauld Place as a sanctuary, theyd wake up each morning and decide on some location to visit and go, or they would decide to stay home. It seemed to Harry, that they chose the latter option more often. Not that he minded, they were discovering that married life was better than they had ever imagined. Well, I guess Id better go in. I wouldnt want them starting up a search on my account. She laughed, Oh yes, can you imagine the embarrassment when they found us? He shared her amusement, and sitting up, he turned his legs to allow his feet to touch the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek, her hair covering his shoulders, a silky warm blanket. You dont have to go in right now, do you? Her tone was decidedly mo re impish. He turned his head and kissed her lips. Well, I guess I dont have to rush right in. Good. She kissed him back and grabbed his arm.

*************************************************************************************************************** If it were possible to float and walk at the same time, Harry Potter was the best practitioner of the art. As he walked into the Office of Aurors, he made for a picture of happiness, which thoroughly amused his friend, Ron. While Harry made his way to his office, Ron followed along, pestering him with questions. Come on, mate. Whereve you two been? What do you think? Was it everything I told you? Ron, Harry stared his friend right in the eye, Shes your sister, a fact that makes thi s line of questioning really uncomfortable, and shes my wife. I never bothered you about your honeymoon with Hermione, did I? The response halted Ron in mid question. Harry let his friend off the hook by changing the subject. Hows your training coming? Rons face lit up, Very well. Considering you were, um, away, Sarah and I have been working with Lachlan, and weve done quite well. Lachlan says well both be taking second year M.A.G.E.s in no time. Good for you, Ron! Harry was genuinely pleased for his best friend. I knew you could do it, Im proud of you. Anything else going on? You hear about Umbridge? Rons face was serious. Harry shook his head. She escaped from Azkeban.

Harrys jaw dropped. Ron read his reaction. No one knows how. There were no passages and no evidence of the security spells being violated. She simply vanished. Thats not good. Theres any number of us that she has a grudge with. The whole of the D.A. to name a few. Harrys mind turned towards his wife. Hed have to take action to up her security. Robards has upped a watch on all of our friends, who may be likely targets, but Harry, Ron turned serious, Lets face it, you are the person she most hated. Ron, I can take care of myself. You and I are Aurors, but the others are in the wind. Neville should be relatively safe at Hogwarts, but the rest need looking after. Harry pondered the new development. Im going to talk to Dawlish. Ron nodded his head, Im going to meet up with Lachlan, if you dont mind, hes taking Sarah and me into the field. Some report of mischief on the tube. That sounds good Ron, good luck, and remember, the socks should be under the pants. Ron offered a gesture that told Harry that maybe Hermione should limit Rons access to television. Harry made his way down the corridor, eventually finding himself at Dawlishs office. He knocked, and walked in as the door opened to admit him. Harry, welcome back! Married life treating you well? Dawlish looked rested, calm. Harry took the proffered chair and shook Dawlishs hand. Better than I deserve, I should think. Youre a lucky man, Harry. I suspect youre here about the Umbridge situation. Harry nodded. Well, were making sure that your former compatriots in the D.A. are covered by Aurors. I appreciate that sir, um, is anyone watching Ginny? Harry felt uncomfortable asking something for himself. We have someone watching her right now. Ill keep this up until we have some idea of what Umbridge is up to. Thanks John, it would make me feel better. Harry stood to return to his office. Another thought struck Harry. John, theres something else. Dawlish gestured for Harry to continue. What do you know about being able to cast wandless spells? Dawlish was surprised at the question. Not much, its tricky, difficult to do. It takes a powerful wizard to even predict which spells he can cast without a wand, and even then, to know what intensity he can cast them with. Dumbledore was the best Id seen. Dawlishs memory flashed back to the time in Dumbledores office when he and Kingsley had accompani ed Cornelius Fudge and suffered the shock of a very powerful spell from the wandless Headmaster. Why, Harry? Harry hesitated, and then told Dawlish about the incident in the training arena with Sarah. Dawlish didnt seem surprised. You know Harry, ever since the Malfoy apprehension, Ive believed that you have extraordinary gifts. If there is anyone who would be able to cast wandless spells, it would be you. How do I learn to control it? Can you help me? Harrys interest was more than piqued. Dawlish gave him a laugh, No, Harry, Im just a simple wizard whos been doing this job for a long time. He thought for a minute. You know, Miles has some knowledge in this area. Miles has knowledge in a lot of areas, he might be able to help you.

Great, thanks John. Im going to look through some of the correspondence. Harry turned to leave Dawlishs office. Dawlish stopped him. Harry, with all thats happening, watch yourself. Delores Umbridge can be dangerous, especially to those whove crossed her the most. Harry nodded and walked on to his office. *************************************************************************************************************** Ron, Sarah and Lachlan appeared in the main receiving area of the Ministry, Lachlan lecturing them on their latest trip. You see, the muggles arent typically used to their house plants trying to eat their pets. That was the most obvious indication of some enchantment. The two Auror trainees shared a laugh with their mentor and began to walk towards the elevators. Ron stopped abruptly. What is it? Sarah noticed the pause. Ive got to meet my brother for lunch. Ill catch up with you this afternoon in the arena. With a wave, he hurried off to Diagon Alley. Diagon Alley was bustling with activity as Ron made his way to #93, the location of Weasleys Wheezes. His brother George and his business partner, Lee Jordan had decided to avail themselves of the caf that was situated right outside their shop. Spying Ron, they hailed him and set aside a seat for him to join them. Over lunch, the three talked about George and Lees favorite new inventions and how well the business had been doing. Ron happened to look up the street and spotted a familiar face. Ginny! His sister was walking the alley and smiled upon seeing the three men. She rushed over to join them. What are you doing out here? Im working at the Prophets office down the alley. Ginny motioned behind her. Im just heading out for some lunch. The three men rose to hug her. Ron, standing in the middle, noticed a flash of movement directly behind her. Reacting, rather than thinking, Ron shoved his sister to the side and pulled his wand out, Impedimienta! Rons spell impacted on the four-legged form that was in mid-air, striking towards the spot where Ginny had been. A lions head, with teeth bared roared in surprise as the creature was turned to the side and thrown against a shop wall. The beast had the body of a goat, and its tail was long, scaly, like that of a dragon. Bloody Chimaera! George, get Ginny away from here! The chimaera rolled to its feet. Ron moved to a position between it and his sister. The legs of the beast coiled, prepared to strike, when the flash of another spell struck, impacting its flank, slamming it against another wall. Ron followed that strike with an Incarcerous charm, effectively subduing the creature. He turned to see the source of the spell, his eyes meeting the figure of Cavendish, emerging from her hiding spot in an adjacent alley. Thanks, lucky you were there. Cavendish kept her mysterious amber eyes on the bound chimaera. No luck about it, I was watching out for Ginny, what with Umbridge out and about. Ginnys eyes grew wide, Umbridge is out? Yes, about two weeks ago, she escaped from Azkeban. Dawlish is keeping an eye on all the former members of the D.A. he can, just in case. Good thing he did, that thing came right at you."

Just then, a snarl roared from behind them. Another of the beasts leapt from a second story landing. George pulled Ginny down, forcing Ron to take the full brunt of the animals strike. The force of the blow sent him reeling onto his back. He felt its claws tear into his arms and chest, his head rebounding heavily on the pavement. The chimaera kept running with the momentum of its leap and was on Cavendish before she could react. Its lions head sunk its jaws into her shoulder, eliciting a cry of pain from her lips. In that instant, the Auror found herself driven to the ground, the chimaera biting down harder into her flesh. Protego! Ignoring the pain of his injuries, Ron had pulled his wand up and slammed his shield charm into the attacking chimaera. The beast was knocked onto its back. Petrificus Totalus! All movement from the chimaera stopped. The alley was silent. Rons breathing was forced, the pain from a probable broken rib making respiration troublesome. He pulled himself up and made his way over to Cavendishs prone body. The upper portion of her shoulder and arm had been savaged. Ive got to get her to St. Mungos. Ron looked at George, and pointed to Ginny. George, get Ginny to the Ministry, and dont let Hermione leave until I get back! Ron looked at the figures of the chimaeras laying on the alley floor. Bloody hell. No one noticed the frumpish form in the window of a shop above them. The figure closed the book in her hand, and walked away from the scene. When she did, the two chimaeras began to change their form, becoming in an instant two ordinary house cats. Bloody hell! Ron shook himself at the sight and leaned over to side-along apparate Cavendish to St. Mungos. The furor in the passageway caused Harry to raise his head from the paperwork on his desk. Rising, he went out and was greeted by the sight of his wife, looking more than disheveled, coming down the hallway, Lee and George trailing behind. Harrys heart skipped a beat, something was wrong. He ran to meet her, grasping her to his body as soon as she was near. Whats happened? Are you alright? He looked her over quickly, assessing her injuries. She nodded, almost breaking down. Ron Her voice stunned him, hed not even considered anything had happened to anyone else. He looked around and did not see his friend. Wheres Ron, what happened to Ron? Hes okay, a little worse for wear, but hes taken Cavendish to St. Mungos. George and Lee recounted the afternoons events to Harry. As they finished their tale, Harry caught a glimpse of Hermione entering the Office. Leaving his wife and friends, he ran over to his good friend. Hermione. Her eyes were lost, her expression haunted and fearful. He embraced her, offering support for her weakening knees. For the first time since he could remember, his friend seemed weak, unsure of herself. I dont know what I would do without him Harry. I feel like Ive lost a part of me. Hes going to be fine, Hermione. From what I heard, it was a good thing he was there. Dawlishs voice broke the panic and tension in the air. She turned towards Dawlishs voice while he continued. He saved Ginny and George and basically subdued two chimaeras in a closed public space. Im proud of him. Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes and gave Dawlish a smile, wordlessly agreeing with him. Ginny, George and Lee had came up to join them. They began to prepare themselves to head over to join Ron at St. Mungos. While they talked, Dawlish beckoned Harry over towards his office.

There have been five attacks on your club so far today. Fortunately, the Aurors weve assigned to them managed to stop the attempts, but Ive got four Aurors seriously wounded. Harry chewed on the information. He looked at the senior Auror and Dawlish had begun his nervous hair threading, We have a problem Harry. I have not received any word from the Auror watching over Luna Lovegood. I dont know if he was even in place before this all started. Lunas family home is pretty isolated, difficult to get someone out there secretly. Harrys mind sped, the Lovegoods had rebuilt their tower, but the location was still remote, open. I think were above surreptitious guardianship, dont you think. Dawlish was giving a hidden suggestion. Harry nodded and ran out the door. His family, he still relished calling them that, were making their way towards the exit. Ginny looked at her husband and immediately noticed the change in his bearing. Were heading to check on Ron. You coming? She knew the answer before the question, she just needed to hear his voice, a tinge of worry creeping over her. No, Ive got to check on Luna, we havent heard from her. He saw a figure walking towards them, it was Sarah Peebles, his trainee. Sarah, will you go with them to St. Mungos? He pulled Sarah to the side, out of earshot, I dont want them unprotected, can you watch over them for me, watch over Ginny? I need someone I can trust. Sarah was speechless, shocked at the implied trust of his question. Of course, Harry. Ill take care of her, and of them. You can count on me. She moved to walk with them. Harry couldnt help but notice Lees more than casual interest in her, apparently indicating that his antics at Harrys wedding had not been the extent of his interest in the woman. Assured that Ginny would have protection, Harry straightened his back and turned to his wife. He saw the worry in her face. She saw it returned in his own. For the moment, there was just the two of them, and Harry moved to seal the seconds remaining before they parted. He moved to her and kissed her, soulfully, his relief in her survival releasing itself in the love he was imparting in this embrace. Ill be along shortly. He smiled at her and waved farewell to his family. With that, he ran out the door. Ginny held back the tears that threatened to overcome her. She reached an arm across Hermiones shoulders, lending her sister-in-law support, and guiding her out the door. As they walked, Ginny looked down the hall where Harry had disappeared. Ill see you soon, Harry. Her voice shook, more hopeful than confident.