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Chapter 92Journeys End

A few miles up the coast from Plymouth there was a small, rocky inlet shrouded in mist. The surfcrashed against the treacherous rocks below and an ancient lighthouse warned passing shipsagainst approaching the unpredictable channel. Dusk was approaching and the high cliffs castthe beach below in shadows, relatively obscuring the crowd whod gathered there. A tall manwith long red hair wearing flowing black robes stood at the end of a long dark pier that ran out intothe inlet from the beach. The man waved his wand and the mist parted from around the pier. Hebegan a slow stroll onto the weathered planking and made his way to where the end of the quaymet the water. Several of the gathered throng followed him out, but gave him some space tofinish his task.

He peered anxiously out beyond the entrance to the little cove, his eyes rapidly growingaccustomed to the fading light. The sun was setting on the western horizon bathing the cloudynight sky in an explosion of reds, pinks and yellows. The man reached into the sleeves of hisrobe and drew out an ash wand and held it before him.

Flagrate! His voice was loud and confident. A fine line of flame burst from his wand and hungsuspended in the air. He moved the tip of his wand in the sky, drawing the large outline of a letterX which remained as fiery beacon in the night sky. Calmly, he replaced the wand in his sleeve

and gazed once more to the horizon. Two figures broke from the crowd and walked up to wherehe stood. One had long brown hair with large bouncy curls. She had the tell-tale bulge of awoman who was late into the second trimester of carrying a child. She walked up beside the manand put her arm through the crook of his elbow while she carefully laid her head on his shoulder.The figure was a woman who also looked to be with child. Her hair was a vivid auburn whichseemed both wild and controlled at the same time. She was carrying a small child, who seemeda little over a year old. The child was ogling the fiery mark the man had made. He pointed upwith glee and gurgled in delight.

Do you see them yet? Ginny playfully grabbed James hand and helped him point to thebeacon.

Ron Weasley gave his wife, Hermione a small peck on the lips and turned to his sister. I think I

see a light out there. It could be them.

Ginny scanned the horizon and caught the briefest speck of light in the distance. With thedarkness rapidly approaching, it was difficult to make out any shapes, but the lights seemed toremain constant and were growing larger as whatever carried them drew near. After a fewminutes, the lights began to shimmer around the dim outlines of a ship, its masts towering abovethe sea and its sails billowing as the ocean wind pushed it home. The sky around the vesselburst into spontaneous explosions as multi-tinted fireworks were launched from the deck of theship. James attention was immediately drawn to the display.

Boot. He pointed at the ship as it entered the channel between the massive cliffs marking theentrance to the cove.

Thats right, James. Its a boat. Ginny smiled, her own anticipation growing as the now shecould clearly see the ship and the scurrying bodies on its deck. Aloft, sailors were reining in thecanvas of the sea-going sails and slowing the brig for its approach to the dock. Daddy is on thatboat.

Da? James looked at her, his face lit in expectation and delight. He looked once more at theship, for once, ignoring the light show. James jabbed his pointer finger out once more, this timeemphatically. Da!


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Ginny looked out once more and followed James finger towards the bow of the ship. Shespotted a figure standing near the bow, one arm holding on to part of the boats rigging to steadyhimself. She could make out a smile on the pale face of the man and in the reflection of thebright bursts of the fireworks, could swear she saw hints of green reflected off the glassesperched on his nose. Ginny held her breath, her heart racing. She didnt hear the brass bandbehind her kick off its triumphant march. She didnt hear James repeated cries of Da! Instead,she saw Harry growing nearer and nearer. Her pulse raced, yet she was calm, almost relieved.The prow of the ship nosed gracefully towards the dock and settled in to an easy approach. Shecould see him clearly now. Harry Potter and the brig, Discooperire, were finally home.

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The dock instantly became a hive of chaos as the final line was tied to secure the Discooperire toits mooring. The roar of the crowd touched the crew and they returned the greetings in earnest.A gangplank was extended and touched the dock with authority. Immediately, Arthur Weasleytrailed closely by his son Percy and John Dawlish walked up the length of the board and hoppedaboard the ship. Captain Barreto, Muireall Innes and Harry, as well as the surviving members ofthe Auror team stood on the main deck to greet them. Arthur extended his hand to the captain.

Welcome home! Arthur greeted each in turn. Im looking forward to your report. Its good to

have you back.

It cost us dearly, Minister. Captain Barreto looked over the remainder of her crew that hadreturned with her. Arthur looked around as well. The Discooperire had come home with lessthan half of her original complement and minus three of the seven Aurors whod started the trip.

I understand. Well, lets not tarry long. Arthur raised his voice. Thank you, everyone! Now, ifwe are to avoid a riot, your families are waiting for you! Therell be time enough later forspeeches.

The crew applauded once more. Muireall Innes looked over at Captain Barreto. Shore leave,Captain? The gorgeous captain pursed her full lips together and smiled. With a nod, Muireallsdelicious Scottish lilt rang out through the ship. Shore leave is granted! Almost at once, the

crew began to file off what had been their home for almost three months.

Dawlish walked over to where Harry was standing. The former Auror noticed that Harry as wellas Williamson and Manchester were barely able to stand. Each was bedecked in a myriad ofbandages. Although an owl had been sent once the Discooperire was in range of the coastline,the extent of their injuries had not been fully appreciated. Combined with the fact that bothSteuben and Coombs had fallen and Burby had retired, Dawlish felt a certain emptiness at theirplight.

Im going to give the team an extended leave. Harry spoke for the first time. The weakness ofhis voice could not hide the iron in his spine. They need time to recover. Harrys voice fell anoctave as the effort still taxed him.

As do you, I suspect. Dawlish watched as Harry bade farewell to his Aurors. Muireall Innescame over to the group. She stopped near Harry and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. With anod to the others, she placed Williamsons arm over her shoulder and guided him to thegangway. Together, they walked off with her whispering in his ear. Even in the fading light, Harrycould see his cheeks redden and his ashen face break into a smile.

Since Leonora is fit, can she handle the expense reports? Manchesters arm was aroundLockley. Id hate to have face the Auditor in such a weakened state. Before Leonora could getin a response, Manchester grunted from where Lockleys elbow accidentally made contact with


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his one uninjured rib. Sorry. Sean Manchester gave another grunt and allowed Lockley to helphim to the dock.

You need the break, too, Leonora. I dont want to hear of you coming back any earlier than amonth. Harry drew a deep breath in order to emphasize his orders. Leonora made to argue.You did well but not all scars are physical. Get your mind rested; therell be work enough in thefuture.

Thanks for everything, Harry. Leonora smiled and turned to leave. She paused and turnedback to him. Do you think well ever see Monroe again?

I wouldnt bet against it. Who knows? Harry smiled at her. She turned for the gangway. A loudvoice called her name. A tall, graying man in a tweed suit raised his hand to catch her attention,beside him, a tall boy dressed in a Hogwarts uniform adorned with a Ravenclaw crest bolted fromthe crowd and plunged her in an embrace. Harry turned to Dawlish. Nice touch, having herfamily meet her here.

Dawlish shrugged. What can I say, I have an in with the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacherat the school. Harry laughed and smiled once more as Captain Barreto neared.

Ah, Signor Harry! Let me help you off my ship. Before he could protest, she pulled his armaround her and directed him towards the ramp. Without protest, he shuffled down and searchedthe crowd for Ginny. She was nearby and set James down on the pier.

Da! He ran as fast as his little legs would propel him and practically leapt into Harrys arms.Harry basked in his sons excitement and gripped him as much as he could. Captain Barretostood to the side as Ginny approached. Harry turned and kissed his wife deeply. His legsbecame unsteady and Ginny reached an arm around his waist to support him. Harry noddedover to Barreto.

Ginny, Id like you to meet Captain Barreto, commander of the Discooperire. Barreto gave anexaggerated bow and embraced Ginny.

Muito prazer! I am glad to meet you, finally. Her smile broadened as a man dressed in a finethree piece suit approached. Ah, Signor Harry. Este e meu marido. This is my husband,Raimundo. He was reserved, yet his dark eyes were glittering as if he were in on a good joke.He shook Harry and Ginnys hands. With a smile, he extended his arm to his wife to escort heraway. Captain Adelina Herminia Liliana Virginia Barreto gave Harry a large embrace and a loudkiss on his cheek. Her eyes twinkled. Tchau! Harry Potter. We will meet again! Bomdivertimento!

Harrys face blushed uncontrollably. All he could manage was, You too.

The bombastic and stylish captain sauntered off the pier on the arm of her husband. Jamespointed at her and smiled.

Pitty lady!

Ginny looked at the receding figure of the beautiful Brazilian bombshell and then looked at herhusband. Yes, Harry. Pitty Lady, indeed. Her gaze told Harry that he had some splainin todo.

After a minute, they were joined by the rest of Ginnys fam ily. Harry made a careful effort to greeteveryone and offer a few words of conversation. Even though he was putting up a front that washardly noticed, Ginny saw him struggling to keep up. Shed been told that hed been injured, butshe watched his every move and every twitch. She noticed how he favored one leg over the


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other and how his shoulder seemed to be twinge every time he moved. She knew in a glance,that hed been hurt more badly than he had let on. He was barely standing, and trying to not letanyone notice, but she did. She knew right away that she had to get him home.

She interposed herself between Harry and her family. Taking James from Harrys arms, shemade excused them from the exuberant Weasley clan and guided him down the pier. Hermione,being the only other person in the group who could really read him, diverted the rest fromfollowing under the pretense of asking about a Welcome Home party for the next Sunday Dinner.Ginny gave her sister-in-law a grateful look. The Potters made it to the end of the dock wherethey stopped.

Kreacher! The stooped, gray house-elf appeared in a flash.

Yes, Mistress Ginny? Kreacher gave a nod to James who was applauding his appearance.Kreacher noticed Harry standing nearby and bowed deeply. Master Harry, it is so good to haveyou home. Kreacher immediately noticed Harrys discomfort and agony. Taking in thebandages and his masters wan complexion, Kreacher quickly looked at Ginny.

Ginny nodded slightly. Can you take James home? Ill get his father back. Harry needs a lot ofrest and we are going to make sure he gets it.

Kreacher offered Ginny a smile while taking a delighted James in his arms. Kreacher will makesure Master Harry rests, even if it kills him. With that, the house-elf disappeared with James intow.

Harry looked over a Ginny and smiled. Rapidly, a puzzled look came over his face. Wait aminute. Did Kreacher just make a joke?

Ginny laughed and took his hand. The confused expression was still on Harrys face as theywinked out of sight.

Chapter 93Harry Potters Day Off

Two weeks passed as Harry tried to return to life at home. Ginny and Kreacher hovered over himdaily to ensure that his treatment for the cursed wounds hed suffered from the hydras bite wasproperly administered. The depth of his injury shocked Ginny. Whenever she helped him pull thebandages off, shed fight to not shudder at how massive the tear in his shoulder was. The skin,while still dark, had lightened quite a bit, but she still struggled at how much damage there hadbeen. The losses had been staggering, and Harry used great effort to provide comfort to histeam and to his friends who were trying to understand the journey hed just returned from. Hewas still ashen and every day was a constant struggle for Harry to even perform the mostmundane of tasks. Despite warning his own people to rest, Harry Potter refused to grant himselfthe respite his body so sorely needed. He would pour through paperwork and force himself toattend to the day to day operations of the Office of Aurors. Ginny resolved herself to gettingHarry a day off, even if she had to hurt him to get it done.

Harrys eyes opened to the familiar confines of his bedroom. His shoulder ached, like it usuallydid and he steeled himself for the pain and effort it would take to get him through the day. Heturned his head to look at Ginny and saw that she was not in the bed next to him. Slightlypuzzled, he figured that she had risen early to take care of James. He raised his torso up androse out of bed. Making his way to the bathroom, he stood in front of the sink and carefullystudied the wounds healing around his shoulder and chest. Slowly, he began to unravel thegauze covering the main wound on his shoulder. It had drained more than usual, last night, and itfelt like every ounce of the poison that left his body seemed to depart with a sharp pain. Hewinced, but was able to remove the bandage and clean the wound. He reached for the bowl on


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the side of the sink where Kreacher placed newly ground apple pieces for his treatment.Carefully, he treated the wound and put on a fresh bandage. He pulled on a tee-shirt and walkeddownstairs to the kitchen.

He was immediately struck by the silence in the house. Usually, there was a frenetic chaos thataccompanied the morning ritual of feeding and clothing a toddler for his day. There was none ofthat. Harry walked to the table, where a large and still steaming breakfast was laid out for him.Harry smiled and sat down. On the empty plate in front of him, there was a large, manilaenvelope. His name was scrawled on the outside of the envelope in the light, flowing handwritingof his wife. He took a sip of his coffee and opened the envelope. Inside was a fresh piece ofparchment with more of her handwriting.

Harry,

Today, you are taking the day off. Ive discussed this with Dawlish and my father and you will beclapped in irons if you show up at the Ministry. You NEED a day where you simply do nothing.Should you get bored, Ive enclosed some tickets to the Chudley Cannons versus PuddlemereUnited (Chudley may break the streak this year!) Oliver is starting so it should be exciting. Ivetaken James to my mothers house and Ive got to catch Holyhead versus Tutshill.

Whatever you decide to do, you will not be allowed to work. Have you ever had a day off, Harry?Simply stated, you do whatever you want to do. If you decide to sleep all day, than do that. Iwant you to enjoy yourself. Well see you for dinner around seven and you can tell us all about it.

I love you.

Ginny

Harry turned the end of the envelope over and dumped out two Quidditch tickets for todaysmatch. He smiled and contemplated this turn of events.

A day off, he mused silently to himself. He smiled and started feasting on the spread of foodbefore him. What to do?

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Harry showered and changed into jeans and a tee-shirt. Hed thought about lazing around for awhile, but sitting idle just wasnt in his nature. He grabbed a coat and walked out into the crisp fallair. The leaves were changing and a cool breeze was filtering through the park across the street.He decided to walk for a bit and soak in the atmosphere of a city in full swing. He put his handsin his pocket and strolled leisurely through the park. Exiting the other side of the park, he hailed apassing taxi. He arrived at the Leaky Cauldron and nodded to some of the familiar faces of thepatrons. He walked through and proceeded on to Diagon Alley. His pace was unhurried and heallowed the sounds of the street vendors and sidewalk cafs to permeate his brain. Eventually,he found himself at Flourish and Blotts. Spying a familiar face, he walked over and greeted theclerk.

Hello, Beatrice. The tall woman behind the counter allowed her face to transform from a scowlto a smile as she recognized Harry.

Harry! How are you feeling? The woman who was dating Harrys cousin Dudley walked fromaround the counter and gave Harry a careful hug. Its good to see you out and about.

Harry smiled. Listen, Beatrice, do you have anything I could read, just for fun? Beatrice thoughtfor a moment. On one date with Dudley, theyd gone to a large chain book store located in themiddle of a muggle shopping mall. Shed been astounded by the selection of items that ranged


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outside of the normal school curriculum or magical reference. Leisure-reading was a marketshe was trying to convince the owners of Flourish and Blotts to try to attract. Ofcourse, wizardsand witches could go and buy pulp novels from those self-same big box stores, but Beatrice wasconvinced there was a market for magically-animated novels. Consequently, she was overjoyedwhen Harry came up and asked for some help.

I think we might be able to find something to catch your eye. Is there any subject, in particular,youre interested in? Harry shook his head. Beatrice led him to a new section of the store whichcontained rows and rows of books. The section was heavy with traffic, as Beatrices idea caughton with a good number of the patrons. Beatrice walked down one aisle and stopped. How abouta good sea adventure complete with pirates and sea monsters? Harry rolled his eyes slightlyand she quickly realized her error and apologized. Trying quickly to move beyond her error, shewalked over to another section labeled as Mysteries. She gave Harry a quick look and he gavean almost imperceptible shake of his head. Hed had his fill of mystery for now.

She paused for a moment and snapped her fingers. She went to a corner of the section andpointed. The sign read Quidditch. Harrys eyebrows rose an inch. Beatrice handed him abrightly adorned tome that showed the Gryffindor Crest with players on broomsticks flying aroundit. Harry smiled as he read the title.

Quidditch My Way: From the Hogwarts House Cup to the World Cup by Oliver Wood.

This is perfect. Harry laughed and followed Beatrice to the counter. He paid for the purchaseand walked out the door, holding the book in front of him. I didnt even know that Oliver couldwrite. He chuckled at his own joke and continued his stroll down the alley. Eventually, he got toWeasleys Wizard Wheezes and made his way through the throng at the door.

Harry! Verity was ensconced behind the counter assisting the line of people. George is in theback! Harry nodded and smiled. With a wave, he pushed his way through the crowd. Hereached the door to the stockroom and walked in. He found George, Lee and Dudley sitting at along table with Isabella Ramirez and Dean Thomas sitting across from them. The discussion didnot seem to be going well for the entrepreneurs.

But they are extraordinary defense articles! Georges high pitched nasally voice rang throughthe room.

A rapid-fire response returned his wail. Por favor, tell me what defensive purpose this, how doyou say? Nosebleed Nougat serves? I may be a muggle, but do not think that I am stupid,Senor Weasley.

Lee and Dudley seemed to have stopped trying to repress their laughter at Georges plight.George glared at Dean as if this situation had been his fault. In some ways, it had. Deanshrugged his shoulders. This was how Isabella handled things and besides, she was extremelyhot when she was auditing someone. Dean felt the better part of valor was his continued silence.

Harry! Dudley noticed his entrance and rose to shake his cousins hand. Lee was immediately

behind him while Isabella and Dean stood to greet him as well. Only George seemed to beoblivious to Harrys appearance and had his nose touching a line of figures on a parchment. Aftera moment, George noticed Harry and pulled at the Head of the Office of Aurors.

Harry, tell them, no, tell HER that we do a lot of business with the Ministry and that these thingswere needed. George shoved an invoice into Harrys hand. Harry barely looked at the items onthe list. Dean had a worried look on his face, afraid that a confrontation between the hero of theMinistry of Magic and his obstinate girlfriend could not end well. A small trace of doubt passedover Isabellas face. She didnt doubt that she was right, but she was hesitant to be as forthrightwith Harry, who was still hurt. Harry looked right at Isabella and smiled.


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Im sorry George, but the Minister has given Isabella full discretion here. My hands are tied.Harry handed his dumbfounded brother-in-law the paper and made for the back door. Besides,today is my day off; Im not handling any official matters today, per Ginnys orders. He openedthe door and turned to Dudley. I saw Beatrice today and she says hi. Ta ta, everyone. Harryleft the auditors and their quarry to their work.

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Harry appeared outside the Hogs Head Inn in Hogsmeade . He walked in the renovatedestablishment and smiled over at Aberforth Dumbledore, its proprietor. Ever since Leonora andSarahs battle and subsequent capture here, Aberforth had set about fixing his old bar and inn.The result was a larger, slightly cleaner version of its former self. He didnt want another ThreeBroomsticks. The original Hogs Head was a reflection of him and so he made the new HogsHead almost the same, only bigger.

Wha brings you this way, Harry? Aberforth was busily cleaning a mug with a dirty dishrag.

Day off, Aberforth. I think Ill just sit and have a pint, if you dont mind. Harry took a seat by thewindow and propped open his book.

Aberforth grunted and poured some ale out of a tap and walked it over to the table. Nothingwrong with that, I suppose. When Harry began to dig into his pocket to pay for the drink,Aberforth waved him off. Save it. Just remember, you owe me the story about Atlantis.

Harry nodded his thanks and promised hed tell the odd younger brother of Albus Dumbledoreeverything about the trip. Just not today, because today was his day off. He gratefully acceptedthe tankard the barman left him and opened his book. He whiled away the time, laughing atsnippets that the erstwhile braggadocios had written. His selection of Harry to seek for theGryffindor squad was an entire chapter unto itself. Oliver was especially forthright in detailingGinnys remarkable catch of the Snitch in the epic match pitting Puddlemere United againstHolyhead. There was even a chapter on his ongoing relationship with Gwenog Jones. Harry losthimself in the writing until the large grandfather clock near the door chimed two oclock. With a

sigh, he closed the book and walked out the door. He had one stop to make and then he wouldhead to the match.

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Tickets? Harry handed over the two tickets and walked Teddy into the grandstand. It was abright day and young Teddy was festooned in the colors of the Chudley Cannons.

Uncle Ron is going to be so crazed when I tell him I got to go! Teddys brain was going througha myriad of scenarios of how hed tell the only other Chudley Cannon fan that he knew. Chudleywas making a remarkable run at the league title. They were undefeated, thus far in the season,and Puddlemere was their only obstacle to advancing to the next level of play. For their part,Puddlemere had gone through a rebuilding season, but had acquitted themselves well, in no

small part because of the fine play of their new captain, Oliver Wood.

Harry smiled at his godson. Part of him wanted to chide the youngster to not make fun of people,while another part was anticipating seeing the look on Rons face when he found out his sisterhad given away the two most coveted tickets of the season to Harry and Teddy. Its my day off.Harry thought. Hed think about that later.

The match was advertised, hallmarked by superior defense at the keeper position. Oliver and theChudley keeper matched miraculous stop with miraculous stop. After several hours, the matchwas deadlocked, nil to nil. The beaters were slapping bludgers about and several key players


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were injured, but refused to leave the pitch. The ebbs and flows of the match swept Harry andTeddy up in its momentum. Both seekers had opportunities to catch the snitch, but each time,the other seeker or beaters would stop their efforts. As twilight was approaching, Harry watchedthe Chudley seeker complete a barrel roll and inverted loop to grasp the snitch, giving the matchto the Cannons. For the first time in almost two hundred years, the Chudley Cannons stood atopfirst place in the league. Harry escorted Teddy to the area where fans could meet their favoriteplayers and Teddys hair alternated from orange to black as he got the autographs of theCannons starting lineup.

Harry! Harry turned and saw Oliver Wood approaching from his side of the pitch.

Tough one, that, Oliver. Your boys played well. Oliver shrugged his shoulders.

What can you do about it? They had to get better one day. Oliver nodded over at the Cannonswho were basking in the limelight.

Harry turned to Teddy. Teddy, Id like you to meet Oliver Wood.

The wide-eyed boy came over and nervously shook Olivers hand. Y-you know Oliver Wood?Teddy was confused, his hero worship for his godfather competing with meeting one of the more

well-known players in the game. For his part, Oliver gave the young fan a bright smile.

Do I know Harry? I taught him everything he knows. He was a passable seeker in his day.Harry rolled his eyes, but the words had a magnetic impact on the boy.

You taught Harry to be a seeker? The awe in Teddys voice was readily apparent. What aboutAunt Ginny?

Your Aunt Ginny has talent. Im glad I dont have to play her anymore. Shes the best Quidditchplayerwith a Potter or Weasley name. How old are you Teddy? When do you start Hogwarts?Oliver gave the boy a quick wink.

Im almost nine. Teddy beamed. Harry smiled at him, part of his brain reflecting on how old

Teddy was getting. He was a little outside of two years from starting Hogwarts.

Im going to play Quidditch for Gryffindor, just like my favorite player. Harry smiled inwardly,humbled by his godsons desire to emulate him.

Oliver chuckled. Really, and what position would you like to play?

Teddy beamed. Im going to be a keeper, just like you were! Harry tried to hide his gapingmouth as he realized that Teddys hero worship had taken a slight shift. Oliver laughed heartilyand signed the copy of his book that Teddy handed him. Harry joined in the laughter andchecked his watch. With a wave to Oliver, he led Teddy away, and started making towardshome. All in all, it had been a good day. He made a note to himself to ask Ginny to pull some ofthe Prophet articles about his Quidditch days.

Come on, Teddy. Lets go home. Harry grabbed Teddys hand and apparated away.

As they were disappearing, Teddy looked at Harry. You never said you actually KNEW OliverWood

Chapter 94 Adulthood

Time passed quickly and found Harry and his team making rapid progress in their respectiverecoveries. Fall passed into winter, and Christmas with the Potters was something special with


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James starting to understand the goings on around him. The Weasley family Christmas washallmarked by a particularly raucous party where George announced his engagement to Verity.Unfortunately for George, he made the announcement after Teddy Lupin had given him a pair ofbinoculars as a gift. Teddy had been ably assisted by Dudley and Lee in lining the eyepieceswith a particularly resilient magical black ink. When George made the bold announcement, hewas unaware of the dark circles around his eyes which made him look like a raccoon confessinghis love for the woman at his side.

The family was ecstatic for George, glad that hed found someone that complemented hispersonality and charm. Verity Hopkins was a strong-willed woman, an orphan, whod found herniche in the business world. She embraced Weasleys Wheezes and its peculiar lines ofproducts. She found ways to expand its offerings and its customer base. With Dudley in thelead, theyd opened muggle-based stores that sold innocuous gag gifts that appealed to all. Mostof all, she adored George. Despite his bluster and bravado, she saw into his heart. Sherecognized the underlying pain that Freds death had on George and how he compensated for hisgrief. She saw through all that and saw much more. In short, of any person George knew sincehis brother, Verity got George, and now, they were going to be together forever.

Christmas passed and New Years Eve was upon them. Harry found himself walking the halls ofHogwarts, taking in the paintings, interacting with the specters and poltergeists of his youth. He

made his way up a staircase to the second floor and found himself in front of a large door. Heknocked loudly and entered when he heard a voice beckon him from within. Harry entered aroom and remembered the many times hed been here. From Lockhart to Lupin, Crouch-Moodyto Umbridge, he had a plethora of memories of this place, good and bad. Harry made his wayinside and saw a tall dark-skinned man standing at a far window. Harry made his way over to theman and joined him in his reverie. The man was bald with a large gold hoop ear ring danglingfrom his ear. He was dressed in a finely tailored three piece wool suit finished by a silk GryffindorHouse tie. He stood with his hands behind his back and was staring at the winter landscapebeyond. They were facing south, the mountains behind the lake covered in a new blanket ofpowdery snow. Harry could barely make out the lines of the Quidditch pitch as the snow hadfilled in every nook and cranny of the structure.

Without taking his eyes off the pastoral scene, Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke in a low, soothing

voice. Happy New Years, Harry.

Happy New Years to you, Kingsley. Harry smiled at the former Minister of Magic. The dcor inthe room was orderly and neat, yet warm and personal. There were mementos of his time in theAurors Office as well as his tenure as Minister of Magic. Centered upon his desk was a pictureof the Order of the Phoenix, before the Battle in the Department of Mysteries. Kingsley figurewas standing right next to Sirius Black and Remus Lupin. Harry allowed himself a brief tinge ofregret, but his smile quickly returned.

Youre more than welcome to join us, if you like. Harry was wearing a tuxedo, complete withblack tie and matching cumber bun. With the numbers increasing, we felt it only fair thatmembers of the Order of the Phoenix be included.

For the first time since Harry had entered the room, Kingsley turned and looked in his direction.That would be nice, my wife and I would be delighted to attend. Kingsley turned and made hisway back to his desk. He motioned for Harry to take a seat. How are you feeling, Harry? Areyou fully recovered?

Just about. I still have some weakness in my shoulder, but Im feeling much better, thanks forasking. Harry took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs opposite Kingsleys desk. You didntask me to come up here to ask about my health, whats up?


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The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts smiled and held up his hands in mocksurrender. I sometimes forget that you arent the same boy I knew all those years ago. Youreright Harry, I did want to talk to you about something. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about twothings. Kingsley saw Harrys lookof concern and rebuffed him immediately. Oh no, its nothingearth shattering orevil. I figured since you were here, Id ask you personally.

Harry looked over at his old friend and breathed a sigh of relief. In many ways, Harrys motivationto be an Auror had been inspired, in a small way, by the Kingsleys approach to the job. Harrywas curious as to what Kingsley needed.

Harry, I was wondering if I could get you to come back and give a couple of lectures to my fifthand seventh year students. I think it would be helpful for them to hear from you before they taketheir O.W.L.S. or N.E.W.T.s. Besides, it never hurts to have the Head of the Office Aurors toemphasize a teaching point. Kingsley chuckled, but Harry was mulling over the request.

Are you sure, Kingsley? Maybe Dawlish or Lachlan would be better suited to speak on thosesubjects. As you know, since I missed my seventh year, I had to make up my N.E.W.T.s. I dontknow what I would say. Harry and his friends had crammed over thesummer after Voldemortsdefeat and had managed to pass the Nastily Exhausting Wizards Tests only by a small margin.

Harry, I can teach the theoretical, but the practical requires some extreme motivation. I can thinkof no one better qualified to speak to why students need the skills you used to defeat Voldemort.Id be very appreciative. Kingsley smiled as Harry nodded yes.

You said there were two things you wanted to discuss? Harry glanced at the timepiece hangingfrom the ceiling; it was almost time for him to return to the Room of Requirement. The party wasstarting.

Right, you owled me to make an assessment of Mortimer Gafney as a potential Auror candidateupon his graduation. Harry remembered asking Kingsley to take a look at Silas Hornsbys friend.I dont know about his past, but the boy is exceptional, Harry. Hes brilliant and intuitive.

What about his heart, Kingsley? Harry related the first meeting hed had with the juvenile

delinquent so many years ago. Im trying to see if hes truly changed.

People can change, Harry. I believe that Mr. Gafney has changed, too. If you are asking for myopinion, if Mr. Gafney passes his N.E.W.T.s, which I have no doubt that he will, then I willrecommend him for entry into the Office of Aurors.

In Harrys mind, an endorsement from Kingsley Shacklebolt was as good as a golden ticket. Helet Kingsley know that hed look for Mortimer Gafneys application over the summer. The twofriends shook hands and agreed to see each other at the party.

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Harry made his way back to the Room of Requirement and found the party in full swing. Harry

walked through the raised foyer and made a scan of the room. The dance floor was situatedbelow him and several couples were dancing a reel to the time of the ghostly orchestra situatedhigh in the rafters. This year, the P.A. had opted to expand the guest list to all those who foughtagainst Voldemort. This included the members of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry saw Arthurand Molly Weasley dancing together. Molly was wearing a royal blue dress and her hair wascarefully coifed to reflect the occasion. Arthur was guiding her through the dance, his eyes neverleaving hers and a broad smile seemed to stretch from his face to her own. Other members ofthe Weasley clan dotted the room. Charlie Weasley was dancing with a tall, exotic lookingwoman who delicate features were hallmarked by a black eyepatch over her left eye. The story


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was that she was a dragon-keeper, like Charlie and theyd met in the hinterlands of Romania,chasing dragon egg poachers.

Bill and Fleur were engaged in conversation near one of the window seats, apparently windedfrom dancing. Fleur was resplendent in a golden gown which concealed the fact that they wereexpecting their second child as well. Verity was standing near the punchbowl, her arms crossedand she was busily scolding George. After a moment, George, with a decidedly guilty look on hisface, handed over a vial of liquid to his fianc and gave her a sheepish grin. Apparently, toHarrys trained eye, George had been intent on spiking the punch with something and Verity washaving none of his high jinks, especially as she stood there looking resplendent in her light bluegown. It appeared as if George took a second look at his bride to be and smiled, his face flushingslightly. With very un-georgelike tenderness, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek, eliciting aradiant smile from the tow-headed woman. She returned his kiss and allowed him to guide her tothe dance floor as a slower tempo song began to play.

A voice from behind him caused Harry to jump a bit. He turned to find Neville Longbottomentering the room. On his arm, Jennifer Crabtree walked beside him, her eyes dancing at thewonder of the event, but never drifting far from Nevilles face.

Harry! Im on time this year! Neville offered his hand to Harry and the two friends shared a

laugh. You remember Jennifer, now that Professor Trelawny has retired, shes the newDivination Professor.

I remember, its so good you could come. Jennifer offered a shy curtsey and smiled. She wastall, almost a half a head taller than Harry. Her raven hair flowed freely down to her shouldersand her brown eyes were dancing in the party lights.

Thankyou for having me. This is the only time I can get Nevie Wevie to dance with me. It wasNevilles turn to blush. She turned to him, seemingly unaware of his discomfort. Lets dance,Nevie Wevie.

Harry touched Nevilles arm and leaned into his friends ear. Nevie Wevie?

All Neville could do was shrug his shoulders before Jennifer bodily dragged him out on the dancefloor, finding a spot next to Dennis and Cho Creevey. Dennis massive arms were wrappedaround his delicate bride. They were oblivious to the rest of the party, as if they were hearingmusic being played only for them. Dennis gazed into Chos eyes and laughed a bit. They weresharing a joke only known to the two of them. After a moment, Dennis reached into his breastpocket and pulled out a long jewelry box. Cho opened the box and saw a bright bejewelednecklace. Squealing in delight, Cho kissed Dennis deeply and then asked him to place thediamond strand around her delicate neck. With one more kiss, she pulled him over to one of themany intimate window seats arranged by the room for the party. It had suddenly dawned onHarry that tonight was the Creeveys first wedding anniversary, which probably explained the gift.

Couples. Harry allowed that single thought to pervade his meditation. This New Years, far morethan the others was marked by the number of couples that had been formed since their time at

Hogwarts. Everyone was moving on with their lives and finding out what it meant to be bound tosomeone by the heart. Adulthood was not determined by how independent one was, but by howone fared in matters of the heart. Loneliness was a bitter thing, but its direct opposite was theability to find someone that complemented you perfectly. All around, examples of that conceptabounded.

Hello, Harry. He turned to find Luna Lovegood standing nearby. Behind her, a rail-thin,smallish man stood, his eyes fixed on Harry.


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Luna! Harry reached down and embraced his old friend. He turned and shook the hand ofLunas companion. Hello, Nathan. I saw the revision you did on your grandfathers book. It wasvery well done.

Nathan Scamander beamed. I couldnt have done it without help from your team. The creaturesyou encountered on the trip to Atlantis were worth a chapter all by themselves.

Really Nathan, you had no problem putting the ceto in your silly book, but you make no mentionof the Crumple-horned Snorkacks. Harry stifled a laugh as Nathan gave a small roll of his eyes.

You know how pressure from the Ministry to publish Harrys exploits made me have to delay mySnorkack article, dear. Harry marveled at how adeptly Nathan had soothed Lunas funk. Therewas definitely a future for them. Now come, lets dance. With a nod to Harry, the couple movedout onto the dance floor, narrowly avoiding Seamus Finnegan and Parvati Patil, who were lockedtogether in a tight embrace, a far cry from the manic nature of Seamus normal dancing. Harryshook his head; even Seamus was not invulnerable to the steadying charms of a woman.

Harry noticed Dean and Isabella dancing with a noticeable Latin flair. Apparently, in addition tohis Spanish lessons, Dean had enrolled in dancing lessons as well. As the music paced, theysauntered around in variations of the mambo and salsa with Dean admirably leading her around

the dance floor. She was dressed in a vibrant red cocktail dress, her dark tresses winding abouther bare shoulders offset by her tan complexion. Her eyes never left Dean, who managed tomatch her gaze as they whirled about the room. At one point, Dean dipped her towards the floorand stole a kiss before lifting her up. She smiled wickedly and allowed him to spin her in towardshis body. As their foreheads met, she grasped the back of his head and kissed him deeply. Fora moment, Dean seemed to lose control and forget the next steps in their dance. He didnt seemto mind, since his fire brand of a girlfriend was his entire world and he loved when she was thisclose to him.

Off to the side, Lee Jordan and his new bride, Sarah, stood talking with Dudley and Beatrice.Sarah was dressed in a small black dress and seemed to hang on her husbands shoulder, adreamy, newlywed expression on both of their faces. Harry thought back to when hed first metthe shy, insecure girl who was now one of his most confident and trustworthy Aurors. On the

surface, they made an odd pair, the happy-go-lucky co-proprietor of a joke shop and the staid,professional executor of the law. Yet together, they were an unstoppable force and Harry wasglad theyd found each other.

Harrys gaze shifted to his cousin, Dudley who was engaged in a whispered conversation with thepretty brunette at his side. Dudley had slimmed down, no doubt in an attempt to match thebeauty of the store clerk who had his heart. Beatrice and Dudley were near inseparable. Overthe past year, she watched as he assumed a mentor role to Teddy Lupin and became the seriouspartner at Weasleys Wheezes. That was not to say that Dudley didnt have a funny side. Noone working with George Weasley could do so without a sense of humor. The difference wasthat Dudley seemed be adamant against degrading people and made sure that whatever wasproduced by the shop did not cross the line from jest to humiliation. Beatrice appreciated that inhim and was more and more convinced that the future was bright for them. She especially loved

the way he was with children, not only with Teddy, but with his nephew James as well as withVictoire, Bill and Fleurs little girl. In her mind, Dudley would make the perfect father. Dudley wascompletely unaware of why she blushed at that precise moment. Beatrice laughed as plans forthe next year began to formulate in her head.

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder, which moved down to his waist. He turned and saw Ginnystanding next to him, her green gown unable to hide the bulge of her stomach. Her brightcrimson tresses cascaded down past her shoulders and her face radiated a beauty that took hisbreath away. Her arms were bare and he placed a hand on her shoulder and lightly caresseddown her arm. He took her chin in his hands and reached down to kiss her gently on the lips.


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Sparks flew between them and they smiled to each other. Finally, they broke their embrace andgrasped hands.

Ive been looking all over for you. She chided him gently. I was thinking that Id have to find anew date. I wonder if Michael Corner is available now that Cho is taken?

She laughed as Harry let a scowl cover his face. He couldnt help himself, her laugh touched hisspine and caused him to join in.

Whats so funny, you two? Hermione and Ron ambled up to the pair. Hermione had her arm onRons and was readily self-conscious about her appearance. Like Ginny, it was apparent toeveryone that she was in her third trimester of her pregnancy and was feeling the ill-effects thatcame with it. Ron walked proudly, unable to take his gaze from his wife. It was obvious that heloved her and words were not enough to convey the depth of his love. What Harry liked about hisfriend was that he wore his emotions on his sleeve. You knew by looking right at him what hefelt, and right now, as ever, Rons world revolved around the lovely woman with long brown hairto his side.

Ginny was piningfor Michael Corner. Harry grunted as his wifes elbow found his ribs. Ronsnorted and let out a chuckle.

Oh, I dont know. Did Viktor Krum get an invite to this soiree? Hermione affected an innocentexpression which broke into a shared smile with Ginny as Ron choked on her response.Hermione smiled and gave her husband a kiss on the lips. Somewhat mollified, Ron reached anarm around her shoulders. Harry looked out over the dance floor, a pensive look on his face.

What is it? What are you thinking about? Ginny was used to her husbands contemplativenature which more often than not, made for very interesting conversation.

Harry smiled and looked at her and his friends. I was just thinking about how weve all changed.A few years ago, this would nothing but drunken debauchery. Now, its something different. Heswept an arm out to the room in general.

Everyone is a couple. Save for Ginny, no one really understood the way Harry thought betterthan Hermione. She focused in on Harrys thoughts almost immediately.

Precisely. Were growing up, were all becoming adults. His friends nodded, agreeing with hisobservation.

At that precise moment, a voice pealed through the room. George Weasley! Put that out now.Verity was standing near George who was kneeling on the floor next to Dudley and Lee. Georgeheld a lit match in his hand and a long fuse trailed along the floor disappearing into a box placeddirectly under where Dean and Isabella were sitting. George turned a decided shade of purpleand the three stood together, heads hung low while their dates scowled. With as much aplombas he could muster, George wet his finger tips and doused the match in his hand, just as theethereal clock began to chime twelve, marking the entry into a New Year.

Chapter 95 Childhood

Teddy Lupin sat in on his bed perusing through his latest additions to his World QuidditchCollectors Cards collection. The cards came in packs with the latest in magical chewing gumstuffed in the wrapper. He sighed for a moment as he found another Viktor Krum card, bringinghis total number to twelve. The European sensation was a great player, but the nine year old washoping against hope that the Chudley Cannons would be properly represented. He thumbedthrough the stack of newly unwrapped cards when he dropped some on the bed by accident.Three cards fell from his hand and on to the orange and black comforter that covered his bed.


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The first made him smack his head in frustration. It was a picture of Oliver Wood making aspectacular stop for Puddlemere United. Hed just seen the phenom a couple of weeks ago andnow Teddy wished he could have asked Oliver to sign his card. Still brimming with enthusiasm,Teddy quickly placed the prized acquisition at the top of his Favorites pile. Teddy returned hisgaze to the second card and stopped for a moment. It decorated in the dark green and gold ofthe Holyhead Harpies. Teddy was a fan of Gwenog Jones, but really hadnt followed the Harpiestoo closely. On the face of the card was a picture of Ginny riding unabashedly towards a Snitch,a broad smile plastered on her face.

Aunt Ginny? Teddy remembered hearing somewhere that shed played for the Harpies rightafter she graduated from Hogwarts, but really didnt think anything of it. He flipped the card overand studied her statistics. Teddy was stunned. His Aunt Ginny was quite good as a Seeker. Hespun the card around and looked back at her picture. Somehow, she seemed well suited to ridingthe broom and she had a carefree look on her face. Teddy took a quick glance at the weatheredbroom that sat in the corner of his room. His Uncle Harry had given him the broom years ago. Itwas much too small to support his weight now, but maybe he could talk his Aunt Ginny intoteaching him some things. Teddys brow furrowed as he remembered that Ginny was due tohave another baby real soon, so his Quidditch lessons would probably never come to be. Hesighed and stared at his Favorites pile for a second and then carefully placed the card thepocket of his pullover. His Aunt Ginny warranted Personal status, which were the select cards

that he carried with him at all times.

Well Im two for two. Lets see what the last one is. Teddy placed a hand on the last card whichhad fallen from his deck. It was a specialty card with the label Classics on the border. Thesewere random cards of Quidditch Players whod merited mentions but different reasons, neverplayed for the professional associations. Teddy turned the card over and looked at the picture.He was so shocked that he dropped the card on his bed as if it were on fire. Teddy stood andpaced back and forth for a few minutes and then picked up the card to look it over once again.

Harry Potters smiling face was on the surface of the card. Teddys godfather was wearing flyingleathers with the Gryffindor emblem and team captains badge affixed at the front. Carefully,Teddy flipped the card over and read through Harrys exploits on the Quiddi tch pitch at Hogwarts.Apparently, his godfather hadnt been a pushover; in fact, Harry had been one of a very select

group that was selected for a House Team in his first year. That was an accomplishment worthemulating. Teddy had been dreaming for months of playing Quidditch at Hogwarts, and now hesaw that his Uncle Harry had accomplished that feat a very young age.

Teddy walked over to the corner of the room and picked up the small broom. Maybe, he thought,he didnt have to suspend his lessons. Maybe his Uncle Harry could teach him how to make theteam in his own first year, too. His mind afire with the possibilities, Teddy almost didnt hear hisgrandmother calling for him to come downstairs.

Teddy bounded to the top of the stairs and leapt up and straddled the banister. With amazingagility and a confidence born of youth, he slid down the spiraling rail jumping to the floor justbefore he slammed into the gargoyle statue situated at the bottom of the stairs.

Teddy! How many times have Itold you to stop sliding down the rail? You could get hurt.Andromeda Tonks was putting on a long overcoat as she chided her grandson.

Teddys hair turned a brilliant purple. Sorry, grandma. I got a little carried away. Rarely one tostay cross for long, Andromeda gave him a quick disproving look and handed him a jacket.

Come on, now. Were going to be late. She handed him a small bag which he took with theend of his fingers, as if it were toxic.


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Thanks. Was all Teddy could muster. Victoire gave a huff and stomped off to the other side ofthe room while pretending to study the Weasley family clock. Teddy was silent for a minute andgave a helpless glance at his grandmother. Andromeda was holding James and smiling at him.She looked over at Teddy and gave him a silent nudge with her eyes. Teddy sighed and pickedup the small bag hed brought from home. He removed its contents and walked over to whereVictoire stewed.

Happy Valentines Day, Victoire. Brusquely, Teddy handed the delicate young girl a card andsingle, red rose. Teddys grandmother made him sign the card and pick out the flower as gestureof kindness. Victoire stood for a moment, remembering that a lady should not allow her suitor toget off the hook too easily. The card was thoughtful, but the flower made her smile. She smiledand gave Teddy a quick peck on the cheek. Teddys hair turned an almost fluorescent crimsonand Victoire did not notice him bring his hand to his cheek to wipe off the offending kiss. Teddywalked outside while Victoire went to show her parents her prizes.

The sun was still shining in the sky in the crisp winter day. Teddy looked over towards the garageand saw the doors were still shut. Arthur hadnt returned from the Ministry just yet and Dudleywas apparently taking Beatrice out for Valentines Day dinner. The rules were pretty rigid; Teddywas not allowed to work in the garage without either one of his co-conspirators. He felt a chillbreeze willow through the courtyard and he jammed his hands into the pockets of his pullover.

Silently, he walked over to a small shed off to the side of the main building. Most of his attentionhad been pulled to the garage, over the years as Arthur and later, Dudley worked on thecontraptions that Arthur brought home. Hed seen the shed, but had not really thought muchabout it. Curious, he tested the knob on the door of the shed. Surprisingly, it turned and the dooropened. Teddy took a cautious look around the grounds and then walked into the room.

The sunlight streamed through the lone window, casting shadows in the corners of the room.Teddys eyes took a few minutes to grow accustomed to the light in the room. When he was ableto focus, his eyes grew wider. On the wall was an array of brooms and sets of Quidditch gear.Hanging above each broom was a name. Bill, Charlie, Percyevery child in the Weasleyclan had a broom with their name on it, except Ginny. Teddy walked up and laid his hand oneach in turn. He paused at one and stared at it silently. Above its hook, the name Fred hung ona placard, its broom waiting an eternity for its owner who would never return to claim it. The

brooms were shorter, made for children to play a childs game. Teddy felt himself breathingfinally and looked over at an adjacent wall. Two more brooms hung there. One had a carefullyhandwritten sign hanging above its hook. Ginny was written boldly in crayon on the card.Teddy pulled out Ginnys playing card and stared at it for a minute and then looked back at thebroom.

The other broom hanging next to Ginny didnt have a name. Teddy walked up and stared at it fora minute. On its wooden handle, the letters H.P. had been crudely etched. Uncle Harry?Teddy stared in wonder. He reached back into his pocket and pulled out Harrys classics card.Remembering a detail, Teddy ran out the door and looked out towards the back of the courtyard.At the back of the apple orchard, three poles stood. They were barely twenty feet high withhoops suspended from them. Normally, Quidditch posts are fifty feet high, but if you are playingamong friends, twenty feet would do just fine. Teddy could barely contain himself, hed found

where his Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry had played with Ginnys family.

Short of breath, Teddy ran back to the shed and pulled down the broom with his godfathersinitials on it. He ignored the equipment hanging on the walls, thered be time enough for thatlater. Right now, he was determined to see if he could handle a broom. We dragged the broomoutside. Carefully, he straddled the broom and closed his eyes.

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Nothing. His hair was a bright yellow and his attempt at playing innocent did not seem to beworking.

I dont think youre supposed to be playing with the broom. Victoire stood with her hands on herhips. You could get hurt.

Teddy snorted as his hair turned a contemptuous royal blue. Ill be fine. Youll see. Im going tomake the Gryffindor team in my first year. With that, Teddy concentrated and held on to thebroom as it soared into the sky. The freezing temperatures didnt have an impact on him. Herode the broom into the air and got his first view of the landscape around the Burrow from a birdseye. He experimented with a quick bank and felt his heart pounding as he tilted to the side toeffect a turn. The smile on his face was evident as he grew bolder with his attempts to turn andcarry speed. He was ecstatic at the feeling of wafting about the clouds. He looked back and sawthe Burrow and Victoire standing in the orchard, concern on her face.

He remembered his Aunt Ginnys card and its description of the aerobatics shed performed.Time to try a loop. He thought to himself. He pulled back on the handle and the broom beganto climb upwards. He held onto the wooden stick and pulled it back farther until he was inverted.Just at that time, his hands numbed as the cold winter air combined with the fact that he was notwearing gloves caused him to lose his grip on the broom. In a panic, he lunged forward to re-

establish his grip. He missed by a fraction of an inch and he felt a brief sensation ofweightlessness until gravity took hold of his body and started pulling back to earth, sans broom.He felt his body accelerating at a frightening speed. For a brief moment, he saw the shock onVictoires eyes as he hurtled down towards the ground. A few feet before impact, he felt aninvisible force grab him, like a hand, and gently lower him to the ground. He lay on his back,breathing hard staring at the sky. A shadow blotted out the sun and stared back at him.

That was foolish. Ginny stood over him. Quickly, he rose up and brushed grass and dirt fromhis clothing. Ginny Potters face was inscrutable and Teddy lowered his head in shame as hishair turned a blackish brown.

Im sorry, Aunt Ginny. I justwanted to, he didnt get a chance to finish, before Ginny cut himoff.

You just wanted to try out the broom so you could learn to fly and play Quidditch, right? Hervoice was stern, but with his head down, he couldnt see the smile playing on her fa ce. Henodded his head silently.

Well, for Merlins sake, wear gloves, its freezing out here. Ginnys response surprised him. Helooked up and finally saw her smile. His hair turned a bright orange as his confusion becameevident on his face.

I dont understand. He looked at her carefully and tried to determine what trick she had up hersleeve.

I used to sneak out here myself, and borrow my brothers brooms to practice, but Teddy, you

need to ask someone to show you how. You could have been hurt badly. She placed a hand onhis shoulder.

Yes maam. He looked up at Ginny and then pulled her card from his pocket. Could you showme?

Ginny laughed and rubbed her prominent belly. Not right now, but why dont we ask Harry togive you some pointers? Then, when Im not carrying this bowling ball around, Ill give you somereal flying lessons from the better Potter player.


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Teddy laughed. Really? Thatd be great, Aunt Ginny. His head dropped once more. AuntGinny? She looked over to him. Thanks. She smiled back at him and placed a kiss on hischeek.

She looked back at the house. I was just dropping off some clothes for James. Why dont wekeep this to ourselves and not tell your Aunt Molly. We wouldnt want her to worry. Ginnywinked at him conspiratorially. He nodded.

Teddy Lupin! Victoires high pitched voice carried to him as she stomped over to where hestood. When she got close to him, she reared back and thumped him soundly on the back of thehead. Dontdo that again! You scared me half to death!

Sorry, Victoire. His shoulders sagged as he braved her assault.

Victoire glared at him and gave a huff. I dont think you are right now, but you will be.

With that, she turned on her heel and walked back towards the house. Ginny reached over andput an arm on his shoulder and led him in Victoires rapidly receding footsteps.

Chapter 96 Bad Luck?

The winter refused to surrender to the oncoming spring. The sky was overcast and a heavy chillbit into the air in early March. Five men sat a table overlooking the city, their eyes focused oneach other and on their strategies as they tried to take advantage of their opponentsweaknesses. It was early Saturday afternoon and Dudley Dursley, George Weasley, Lee Jordan,Ron Weasley and an older man were huddled around a card table set up in Rons living room. Asmall pile of scythes and galleons was clustered in the center of the table and each man held ahand of cards in front of them.

George was wearing a dark green transparent visor on his head. With Hermione only three or soweeks from her due date, an unlit cigar was being furiously gnawed between his lips.

I raise one galleon.

I fold. Hugo Granger, Hermiones father, placed his cards carefully on the table.

Hes bluffing. Lee Jordan had his elbows on the table, his cards perched an inch from his nose.

Dudley, who had a rather large stack of coins in front of him was leaning back, his cards hiddencarefully in his massive hands. How do you know hes bluffing?

Hes scratching his ear. Lee rearranged some of the cards in his hand and looked at Georgecarefully.

Ron watched as George waved a finger in the air. What do you mean, hes just pointing to theceiling.

Lee snickered. Hes scratching his missing ear.

Are you going to be obscene, or are you going to play cards? George had an eager look on hisface as he dared the rest to meet his bet.

Too rich for my blood. Dudley slapped his cards on the table, face down.

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Ron sat pensively and looked back at his own cards. His was the smallest pile of money. Eachbet was bringing his participation in this weeks edition of their winter card games to a close. Hescrewed up his courage and threw one of his dwindling coins on the pile. Call.

Three Aces! George smiled triumphantly.

Lee slapped his cards down and turned to Ron, who had frozen in place. With a heavy sigh, Rontossed his cards down. Thats almost ten hands in a row. I dont seem to have it today.

When do you ever have it? George leaned forward and scooped his winnings up into hisoutstretched hands. Ron gave his brother a scowl.

Just then, the door opened and Hermione walked in the door, followed closely by her mother,Rose. Hermiones parents were dentists and lived nearby. Over her pregnancy, theyd beenmore and more involved in their daughters preparations for motherhood. Her father, Hugo, wasa tall, soft-spoken man with a generous heart and keen sense of humor. Ron got on rather wellwith Hugo and would spend a good amount of time with him asking questions about the vagariesof the muggle world. For his part, Hugo Granger lost no opportunity to play the odd practical jokeon Ron based on the latters general unfamiliarity with technology. There was one occasionwhere Mr. Granger had Ron spend almost an hour searching for needle and thread so that Hugo

could repair the hole in his Internet.

Because of his twisted sense of humor, Hugo Granger was readily accepted as a kindred spirit bythe proprietors of Weasleys Wheezes. Hugo saw his daughter and wife walk in the door andsmiled. He rose quickly to help his wife with the packages she was carrying into the apartment.

For her part, Rose Granger was a beautiful woman, a seemingly older version of her daughter.She had long flowing brown hair with large curls that bounced about her shoulders. She wasfastidious about her appearance and maintained a careful decorum about her carriage. A brilliantdentist, she was widely respected for her skills in orthodontics. Seeing the five men clusteredaround the card table, she offered a disapproving glance and shot a scolding look at herhusband.

I should think that you boys would hold this fraternity party somewhere else. Hermione needsher rest. She set her burdens down on the floor and moved to help her daughter remove herovercoat.

Hello, Mrs. Granger. Ron gave a chagrined look at his mother-in-law. She returned his greetingwith a smile.

Well, would you look at the time! Hugo Granger gave his daughter a hug and kiss; and turnedthe men at the table. Sorry, gentlemen. I promised to take Mrs. Granger out for an earlysupper. He gave them a wink which they gratefully acknowledged as they recognized hisattempt to save them from further admonishment. Wasting no time, he ushered his wife out thedoor, leaving the four men and Hermione alone.

Ron stood and went over to his wife. She looked tired from the exertion of her shopping. Heplaced a hand carefully on her protruding belly and kissed her.

Are you all right? He watched her with worried eyes.

She smiled a radiant smile which melted his worry. Im just a little tired. I think Im going to takea nap.

Ron turned to his cohorts and gave them a meaningful look. They all nodded. Well just playone more hand and then Ill get them out the door.


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She smiled gratefully and walked into the bedroom to lie down. Ron watched her progress thensat back down at the table with a huff.

This has got to be the last hand, boys. She looks peaked. Ron stole another glance at thebedroom door.

George smiled and broke his reverie. Besides, looking at what you have left, one hand shouldjust about finish you any way.

Just deal the cards, you git. Ron faked a swat at his brothers head and put his ante in the pot.

Five card draw, nothing wild. George dealt the next hand swiftly and the men began to plot theirstrategy once more. Ron looked at his cards. He had an ace of clubs, an eight of spades, a twoof hearts, an eight of clubs and a six of diamonds. He held a pair, an ace and two basicallyworthless cards. Dudley began the betting and was aggressive to open. Ron struggled to staywith them as the pot grew. He drew off the two cards that didnt help his cause. He turned theminto George for replacement and carefully looked at his new cards. The first made him pause. Itwas a nine of diamonds, the so-called Curse of Scotland in Contract Bridge. He sighed andthought about the money he was about to lose. He looked at the other card and it was another

ace. Now he held two pair, aces over eights. He matched the betting and felt a tinge ofexcitement.

After several rounds of raising and betting, it was time for the call. First came George.

A pair of queens! He smiled and looked over at Dudley. For his part Dudley gave George aslight shake of his head and a grin of his own.

Pair of kings! Georges balloon deflated as he realized his loss. Dudley glanced over at Leewho couldnt hide his own glee.

Two pair, jacks over deuces! Lee laid down his cards silently began counting his winningsconsidering Rons recent spate of bad luck. The three turned to Ron, who was strangely silent.

The excitement built in Rons chest as he realized that his luck had finally turned. His handsshook as he laid his cards down on the table. Stunned silence greeted him as they realized hedwon.

I won a pot. How about that! Ron began to collect up his winnings.

Dudley stared at Rons hand and shook his head.

What is it? Ron had never known Dudley to be a sore loser.

Bad luck, that hand. Ron stopped and stared at Dudley.

What do you mean? I won. Lee and George looked over at Dudley with puzzled looks, joining

in Rons confusion.

Aces over eights, black suits with a nine of diamonds. Dudleys voice had a trace ofexasperation. The blank looks from his friends only served to heighten the sensation.

He continued. Its the Dead Mans Hand. Its the hand that Wild Bill Hickok had when he wasshot in the back during a poker game.

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Just then the bedroom door opened and Hermione stood in the threshold. Ron! The babyscoming! Hurry!

The four looked at each other in shock while Ron immediately stopped picking up the gold coinson the table.

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Ron bolted up from his seat. Are you sure? Its still three weeks early. He ran over to his wifewho ignored is blatantly insipid question. Instead she allowed him to help her to the bed.

Around the table the three remaining men looked at each other in panic. Lee glanced over atGeorge.

What do we do? George shrugged his shoulders and looked helpless.

Dudley stood and paused at the end of the table. He turned back to the other two. We shoulddo something, shouldnt we? Again, helpless stares reached back at him.

Ron burst back into the room. What do I do? He scurried around the apartment, trying to thinkof who to contact or where he should take his wife. A long, painful wail carried through the room,stopping him in his tracks.

Ron! You and those morons, GET IN HERE! Hermiones pained commands jolted them intoaction. Ron ran into the bedroom followed closely by his three hapless friends. Hermione waspropped up on some pillows, the bed coverings pulled up to her chest. Perspiration was pouringdown her forehead. Ron reached for her hand with his. As the next contraction reached her, shegripped his hand tightly, digging her nails into his palm. He winced from the pain while his kneesbuckled. When the pain passed, she turned to four men in the room.

You! She directed a spite-filled glare at George. Go get your mother! George practicallysprinted from the door.

You! Lee snapped upright. Go get Mrs. Kenilworth! Shes the midwife. Her office is in DiagonAlley! Grateful to be dismissed, Lee dashed off to carry out Hermiones commands.

Dudley. Hermiones voice was only slightly more gentle. Would you please go get myparents? Dudley nodded and looked over at Ron. Beads of sweat were pouring down Ronsbrow and Hermione had not released the death grip she had on his hand. Rons arm wascontorted in an awkward manner and he was trying to maneuver his body to keep from breakingthe arm. Dudley gave Ron a laugh and sauntered off to retrieve the Drs. Granger.

Murmuring through his clinched teeth, Ron looked at his wife. What do you want me to do?

You stay here. Her breathing was rapid and she eased her grip on his hand momentarily.

Ron looked at her and smiled. Isnt this wonderful? Were going to have a baby. You lookbeautiful Hermione. He gave her a wistful glance, the love in his eyes glowing down on her.

Hermione turned to look at him as another contraction hit. She squeezed his hand once more.At the top of her lungs, she returned his loving words. THIS IS NOT WONDERFUL!!! YOU DIDTHIS TO ME, RON WEASLEY!!! NEXT TIME, YOU CARRY THE FLIPPING BABY!!! The restof her words were lost in her screaming and given the nature of the swearing that was involved, itwas probably a good thing.


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Night fell and a small crowd of people were gathered in the living room of Ron and Hermionesapartment. The welcome sound of a babys cry emanated from behind the door. Ron andHermiones extended families were huddled around the kitchen table anxiously awaiting word onthe new arrival. The door opened and Ron walked out, looking none the worse for wear. Hecradled a tiny swaddled form in his arms and a ridiculous smile was plastered on his face. Thecollected Weasley and Granger clans looked at him.

Its a girl! The room broke into spontaneous applause. Ron seemed not to notice as his eyeswere drawn to the delicate face of the child he held. He looked up once more. Hermione is justfine. An unconscious sigh of relief rippled through them.

Ginny walked up and peered at her niece. Whats her name?

Ron looked over at his mother-in-law and back at Ginny. Her name is Rose Ginerva Weasley.

Smiles branched through the room. George walked up and began to hand out cigars from a box.Veritys voice rang out at him. George, take them back, right now.

Chagrined, George began to collect the exploding cigars hed distributed. Dudley walked overand pat Ron on the shoulder.

I guess I was wrong. Ron looked over at Dudley. The gentle giant smiled down at little Roseand smiled. In answer to the question lingering on Rons face, Dudley smiled. I guess thatwasnt an unlucky hand.

Later that night, when everyone had left, Ron sat in a rocking chair in the corner of his bedroom,holding his baby daughter. He glanced over at the bed where Hermione was sleeping peacefully,a smile on her face. Her hair no longer seemed matted or frayed, but every strand was perfectlyset. Every feature and detail of her face, from her well defined dimples to her perfect noseseemed to radiate beauty and peace. Ron looked back down at Rose and noticed that, like hermother, every feature was perfect. He thought about what Dudley had said. He didnt feel

unlucky, not anymore. In fact, as he felt the small heartbeat of his daughter upon his chest, hewas the luckiest man in the world.

Chapter 97 Flying Lessons

Albus Severus Potter was born almost three weeks after his cousin Rose just as spring wasmaking its presence felt. His arrival into the world was much smoother than either his olderbrother or his cousin and his parents could not have been more thrilled. 12 Grimmauld Placeimmediately became a thriving hub of activity that was ruled with a velvet encased iron hand bythe Potters house elf, Kreacher. The advantage that Harry and Ginny had over Ron andHermione was centered on the fact that they had learned with their experience with James thatthe key to running a household with a newborn was to adhere to a strict routine. After the first

week with young Albus in the fold, the Potter home became a well-oiled machine.

Little James was a little disoriented by the sudden change in his home. The noise and theconstant doting on his brother by his parents bit seriously into the attention that heretofore beenexclusively reserved for him. Ginny, having been the youngest of seven children realized thepotential for regression in her oldest son, made it a point to discuss remedies to the problem withHarry. Both tried to carve out special time with James. The ultimate solution, however, came in avery colorful package.


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It was Saturday at the Burrow and Harry and Ginny had brought their growing family for a visit tothe Weasley family home. Andromeda Tonks was there with Teddy. As with most grandmothers,the prospect of doting has a narcotic effect and Andromeda soon joined Molly in making funnyfaces young Albus. Soon, Ron and Hermione arrived with Rose and Hermiones parents. Thegathering wasnt planned, but it was the first ideal day of spring. Winters embrace had releasedits grip on the countryside and the sun was high and bright in the blue sky. The families weresitting in the courtyard, with the largest crowd centered around the infants, who were placed sideby side on the picnic table in their baby carriers. The happy parents were alternately bombardedwith questions and checking on their new charges.

Harry pulled Ron to the side. Ron eyes had noticeable dark circles around their rims. Hisshoulders seemed to slump and his body looked as if it would drop at any minute. Harry clappedhis friend on the shoulder.

So, how do you like fatherhood? Harry smiled at Rons heavy sigh.

I love it, but, Harry, Im so tired. She cries a lot and always wants constant attention and all thefeeding, its a marathon. Ron sat on a nearby bench and his exhaustion seeped from his body.

Harry looked at him knowingly. Who? Hermione or the baby?

Ron laughed then quickly checked to see if his wife had heard him laugh at her expense.

Hermione has been great. Shes been very understanding and patient, which worries me.

Give it some time, shell be back to old self. Rose is beautiful, Ron. Harry looked over to wherethe crowd of older people were taking turns passing the babies back and forth.

For his part, Ron smiled at the sentiment, the words echoing the same thoughts he had everytime he looked at his daughter. The two friends sat together and enjoyed the warm rays of thesun on their faces.

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The flurry of activity around the babies was nothing new to Teddy. He remembered when Jameswas born how confusing it had been for him. Not really bothered anymore, Teddy watched from adistance as the adults continued their shameless banter. Teddys eyes narrowed and he stoodstraighter. Ginny had placed James down on the ground near her as she went to attend to someissue with Albus. James was a little miffed at having his mother place him down and when sheturned to his brother, Teddy began to see the hurt in the olde r Potters eyes. James lower lip wasbeginning to quiver and he raised his arms up looking for someone to give him some attention.All the tall people who before, couldnt wait to see him, were clustered around where his brotherand cousin were. James looked around, bewildered. He couldnt figure out why everything hadchanged. The toddler began to feel a meltdown forming in his heart.

James felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned his head to find its source. Teddy had walked up

to him and knelt down on the ground nearby.

Teddy! The smile on James face immediately told Teddy that any sad feelings the little Potterwas having had been wiped clean by the arrival of his rainbow haired hero. James hesitantly puthis arms out to the older boy, who picked him up and carried James over to a bench away fromthe rest of the crowd.

Teddy sat James on the bench next to him and smiled. James, whose fine motor control was justbeginning to manifest itself, pointed a stubby finger at the table with the babies.


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Brubba. His statement was emphatic and he looked up at Teddy expectantly.

Yes, thats your brother. Teddy acknowledged his understanding and James giggled. Teddyshair changed from blue to orange to pink and James delighted in the spectacle. James gigglesturned into a hearty guffaw.

You know, James. Everything is going to be okay. Teddy looked down at his young chargewho seemed to be hanging on his every word, as if he understood what Teddy was saying.Babies need some extra attention when they are born, but your mom and dad still love you.

Momma. Da Da. Again, it seemed like James understood what Teddy was saying and babbledas if engaged in the conversation.

So you see, everything is going to be just fine. Teddy leanedcloser to James. Tell you what,Ill be around, just in case you want to play, okay? James tittered more at the way Teddys hairchanged from pink to a golden bronze, indicative serious intent. With the laughter, Teddys hairwent back to pink. Soon the two boys began to engage in one of their favorite games, point andname.

James pointed out a nearby apple tree. Tee!

Thats right, its a tree. Teddy confirmed James observation.

Howze Another gesture emanated from James.

Yes, thats a house.

The game continued as they whiled away the time in the sun. Around the corner from them,Ginny stood, her eyes watering slightly at what shed overheard. Even with all the hub bubsurrounding Albus, Ginny never really took her eyes off James. Shed followed the pair as theywent to sit at the bench. Teddys words warmed her heart and she vowed to herself to make it upto the wonderful nine year old sitting with her son. She looked over across the courtyard. As ifsensing her attention, Harry looked up. Silently, she beckoned him over. Harry excused himself

and walked up to his wife. When he arrived, she tugged at his sleeve and pulled him to wherethe two boys were sitting.

Harry, would you mind taking James? I think its time forhis lunch and nap. Harry lookedcuriously at Ginny who gave him a subtle nod. Not fully understanding why, he knew she had herreasons so he whisked James up in the air and swung him around.

Come on, little man. Time for some food! Ginny watched as father carted son through the air,much to the little boys delight. Together, they made off for the house.

May I sit with you? Ginny pointed to the open spot on the bench. Teddy shrugged hisshoulders and moved over to the side. I appreciate what you did for James; that was verymature.

Teddys hair turned a deep shade of red, matching his face. Its what Uncle Harry told me whenJames was born. I was just copying him.

I didnt know that. Ginny smiled inwardly at her husbands constant ability to surprise her. Still,I think it was sweet.

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Id like to make you a deal. Ginny saw that Teddy had a puzzled expression on his face. If youkeep paying attention to James when we visit on Saturday or on Sunday dinner, I promise to setaside some time to give you flying lessons. What do you think?

Teddys face brightened and his hair turned a bright pink into an almost blazing white. Youmean it? Ginny nodded, then Teddys face darkened a bit and his hair became a little moreaqua. Aunt Ginny, you dont have to do that, Id take care of James anyway. I like him.

I know. Thats why Im doing it. She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. His hairwent back to the crimson shade to match his blush. Strangely, he did not bother to wipe this kissoff. Ginny giggled and stood up. She reached her hand down to him. Why dont we start yourfirst lesson?

Now? Really? Teddy jumped up.

Why not? The babies are going down for naps and I could use some time in the air. She ledhim over to the broom shed. Inside the shed, Teddy was immediately drawn to the Nimbus 2000that had Harrys initials. Ginny immediately stopped him.

Well start you with this one. She reached up and pulled down Georges Cleansweep Five from

the wall. She turned and handed the dusty handle to Teddy. The Nimbus can be a little quirkythe first time out. The Cleansweep is a good one start with. She reached over and pulled herold Cleansweep down from the wall. Together they went out to the clearing in the middle of theapple orchard. They stood together and Ginny began his first flying lesson.

What binds the rider to the broom are very specific spells. The cushioning spell is one of themost important because it keeps you locked in place. Teddy was rapt with attention, emulatingevery move Ginny made. Youve got to concentrate a little on telling the broom where you wantto go and what you want to do. You cant treat it like a car or a door. Its not totally inanimate.She lowered her voice to a whisper. Many people believe that brooms are almost alive.

Teddys eyes widened and stared at the broom in his hand. A question came to his mind. AuntGinny, if thats the case, does that mean your brother Freds broom wont fly anymore? Because

it misses him?

It was an innocent question, but painful for Ginny. She did a good job of hiding her sadness. Idont know, Teddy. No one has ever really tried to ride Freds broom since She couldnt finishthe sentence. She shook herself and continued the lessons.

Today well focus on taking off, level flight and landing. No tricks, do you understand me?Teddy nodded. Good, now concentrate. Dont think about flying, just yet. Use your mind andintroduce yourself to the broom. It will take care of the rest.

Teddy straddled the broom and thought. Hi, my name is Teddy Lupin. How are you? In thatinstant, the broom leapt up into the clear blue sky. Close behind, Ginny accelerated, keeping hercharge close by. Whoops of laughter could be heard from Teddys mouth as the pair soared out

above the Burrow.

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Harry had finished putting James down for his nap in Rons old room. He walked out into thecourtyard. The babies had also been put inside for naps and a few of the adults milled aroundchatting. Harry looked around for Ginny and noticed both she and Teddy werent anywhere to beseen. The faint sound of laughter and shouting came to his ears. He raised his eyes up to thesky and spied two specks in the sky. The shapes got closer and he noticed that the one of theriders had flowing red hair and seemed to be hovering over the second rider. The second rider


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had hair that blazed green to blue to maroon. Harry smiled. Teddy was getting flying lessons,apparently. Fortunately for Teddy, Harry thought, he was getting them from the best there was,Ginny Potter.

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Over the past nine months, Sarah Peebles had been emulating the way Harry had tutored herwith her own student, Silas Hornsby. Her pupil had performed well and was very much like Sarahhad been in her first year of training. Today, shed taken him outside the wizard world to gaugehis ability to conceal his abilities while performing his job among muggles. They were at an openmarket highlighted by a variety of street performers. The arrival of spring had created a burst ofactivity and desire to be outside. The pair strolled along the main promenade taking in the sightsof the festival atmosphere.

Silas noticed a tall, thin man dressed in tattered robes standing in front of cardboard box. Magicis a state ofmind, ladies and gentlemen, and a gift that only a few of us possess. The man hada hooded nose and stooped shoulders. He held a knotty wand in his hand. He tapped a batteredtop hat with his wand and pushed his arm inside and pulled out a scrawny rabbit. The crowdgave him a smattering of applause. The man basked in the little attention he was getting andSilas snickered to himself. Just at that time, the rabbit bolted from the mans grasp and jumped

on the box, knocking it and its contents on the ground. The rabbit stopped near the ring of peoplewho surrounded the mans act.

Oh dear. The man gave a sheepish grin and extended his wand. Accio rabbit. The rabbitseemed to be dragged along the ground, much to the delight of the onlookers. As if pulled by arope, the rabbit hugged the ground until it reached the man. The cheers were much louder now.Silas looked across the main plaza and gave Sarah a hard look. Seeing her students concernedglance, Sarah made her way to his position.

Silas turned to the man giving the show. Thats all I have today, but remember to watch for me.I am Frustro the Great. With a nod to the theatrical, the man yelled Flagrate! and carved hisname in fire above the crowd. Coins and currency were eagerly tossed in the open bucket at hisfeet. He shook hands with well-wishers and began to collect his things. Sarah gave Silas a

confirming look. The two Aurors walked up to the man and grasped his elbow, secretly.

Sir, youre going to have to come with us. Silas had been practicing his official voice. It hadcome out quite well.

Whats this all about? Who are you? The man looked between the pair, bewildered. Sarahheld out her Aurors shield, encased in a leather billfold for journeys in pu blic. Seeing thetalisman, the man stopped resisting their pull and allowed them to bring him to a nearby alley.

Sir, what you just did was a major violation of the Magical Secrecy Act. What is your name?Silas was leading the questioning as Sarah stood off to the side, watching the man and herpupils performance.

Zachary Frustro. Look, I didnt violate anything. Im a squib. That magic wasnt real. Silaslooked over at Sarah who stepped forward.

Mr. Frustro, the spells were correct and the magic looked real. Its a violation. If youre a squib,how did you do what you did? Sarah took a slight step back as the man reached into his robes.

I used this. The man pulled out a well-used Kwikspell

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