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Chapter 44 Autumn Breezes

The summer closed with a whimper. Autumn cool breezes filtered through the land like a freshbreath, driving away the fear and grief of the past few months. Since their wedding, Harry andGinny had been involved in the events surrounding Morganas glorified escape attempt, and anyattempt at normalcy or routine had been fleeting, at best. The cooling temperatures helped tolevel the fears and anxiety that permeated the Ministry of Magic. The losses to the Cerberusattack turned out to be lighter than first feared. Over the months since the assault, the injuredhad returned to a modicum of health. The dead were mourned, and the granite memorial wall inthe passageway in the Office of Aurors had been appropriately decorated with the names andimages of the seven Aurors that had been lost. Harry walked passed the wall, reflecting on thedead. He saw Masterson, who was ambushed trying to protect Luna Lovegood. Beside himwere faces of Dawes and Milton, forever bound together in memory as they were friends in life.Harry continued to reflect on the images, his eyes passing through and finally resting on GawainRobards. Gawain had been the head of the Office of Aurors for years, and in fact hadrecommended Harry for acceptance to that august group. Robards had fallen, facing the enemy,but his loss was felt to this day.

Harry! The voice knocked him out his reflection. Turning, Harry saw the approaching figure ofJohn Dawlish, newly designated chief of the Office of Aurors. There you are, I thought you were

heading to the training arena?

Im heading there later; Lachlan wanted to run Ron through some advanced scenarios, so Iasked if Sarah could join them. Lachlan is much more devious than I am. Ron and Sarah wereflying through training. Their experience over the summer had allowed Dawlish to take theunprecedented step of passing them through their Year Two M.A.G.E.s. The added bonus wasthat both were now taking accelerated training to take their third and final M.A.G.E. byChristmastime, allowing them to become full Aurors more rapidly than anyone else had, in thehistory of the office. Part of the reason was the holes left by the losses, but both Ron and Sarahhad distinguished themselves in the field and practical experience trumped school lessons anytime.

Lachlan is devious. Dawlish let out a chuckle. When he was my tutor, he liked to set my wand

on fire with a flagrante charm, forcing me to either cast a spell or drop the wand. Speaking ofwhich, how have you been coming along with your trials at wandless magic? Since his return,Harry had been working with Miles Jackson-Smythe on refining his skills at casting spells withouta wand.

Its been inconsistent. I do pretty well with defensive spells and charms. Its the offensive spellsI seem to have problems with. Were working on it. Harry laughed, the level of weakness of hisstunning spells versus his shield spells when he cast them without his wand was over a factor often. Hows Cavendish?

Dawlishs cheeks reddened; a completely different look for the older wizard. His buddingromance with the mysterious amber-eyed Auror had caught the Office by surprise, but wasappreciated, nonetheless. Since his elevation to head the Office, Dawlish had been reticent to

discuss the matter, feeling that he didnt want to show favoritism. Harrys view was entirelydifferent, liking the fact that Dawlish was exhibiting signs of life outside the office. He let his friendoff the hook, Did you need something?

No, Im heading up to the Ministers office. Dawlish gave a wave and made for the bank of liftsat the end of the hall. Harry waved him off and continued his stride down the hall.

With the carnage that had occurred inside the Ministry and in the Office of Aurors, Dawlish hadinstituted a massive overhaul of their facilities. While the training arena was kept, the Aurorswere now housed in one large room lined with office cubicles. Each Auror was assigned a


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cubicle with senior Aurors assigned spaces towards the front of the row. Dawlish made sure thatseniority in the ranks had nothing to do with time in service. His senior Aurors were now LachlanMcCrory, Savage, Proudfoot and Harry. Each had office space at the head of a row of cubicles.The Aurors who sat in the adjacent office spaces in their row were members of the senior Aurorsteam. Each team consisted of eight Aurors, including their leader and the Ministry had mandatedthat the Auror population would not exceed thirty members, unless required by crisis. Dawlishwas aiming for a leaner, more agile organization. The unspoken offshoot of this method, was thatthe Aurors became the elite of the elite. The Azkeban guardians were assigned to the Ministrydirectly and the Hit Team was still being reestablished. For now, the Office of Aurors was theprimary law enforcement mechanism for the Ministry and Harry was a key part of it.

He walked to his desk and sat for a moment, ignoring the piles of paperwork and memos thatwere stacked upon it. A flutter of wings announced the arrival of his owl, Helios, a great goldenowl that had been a gift to him from Ginny when he turned eighteen. A note hung loosely fromhis leg so Harry rose up and pulled it from its binding. Absently, he rubbed the owls proud headas he perused the message, Ginnys unmistakable scrawl marking its words.

Harry, Ive decided to drop in and pick you up at work. If you turn around, youll see me standingjust behind you. Love Ginny.

His hand dropped to his side and he turned around and there she was, bright as day. She waswearing jeans and a sweater, her normal wear for work as she spent the bulk of her time atQuidditch pitches, in her role as the chief Quidditch correspondent for the Daily Prophet. Shewas leaning against a wall, her arms crossed. Her brown eyes sparkled, matching the full lips ofher smile. He soaked in her beauty, her auburn locks framed around her face, making her standout. Her expression was sly, coquettish, the hint of mischief in her face. He felt a pulse ofelectricity cross the space between them and hit him between the eyes and stop his heart. Hehonestly could say that shed never seemed more beautiful and that he loved more, right now,then ever before. Heedless of where he was and what he was doing, he walked over andgrabbed her up off her feet and swung her around in a circle, delighted at her presence. Beforehe allowed reality to set in, he kissed her and the electricity hed been feeling turned into a ful lpower surge. The power of her presence, the softness of her lips, the smell of her hair, her totalessence caused his knees to buckle and he found himself trying to lean against a nearby wall,

overcome with Ginny being, well, Ginny.

What are you doinghere? His question wasnt alarmed; in fact, he absolutely radiated thoroughelation at her visit.

Work is fine; I just finished my story for deadline. I was thinking, She winked at him, turning herhead down slightly, Well, its just that I missed you and I had to find you straight away. He gaveher a wry look, still not really piecing together where she was going.

Have you seen the weather outside, Harry? The turn of the conversation was odd, but seeingthat he hadnt been outside, really outside, not just seeing the weather patterns produced on theMinistrys walls in almost a week, he shook his head no. Its beautiful out. The trees are turningcolors, the wind is brisk, and its one of my favorite times of the year. I love walking outside in the

fall almost more than any other time, but do you know what I enjoy more than walking in the fall?

Harry couldnt stop himself; he was, after all, a man. Ive got a few guesses. His tone wasdecidedly more teasing.

She blushed, telling him that hed not been far off the mark, but she recovered enough to offerhim a playful punch to the shoulder. Manners! Thats not what I had in mind. Her cheeks wereburning furiously, their shade almost matching her hair. What I was saying before your mindwent to the gutter was that what I fancy more than a walk outside on a cool autumn day is takingthat walk with my man.


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She pulled him by the arm; he didnt really offer much resistance. That is, if I dont break his legsfor embarrassing me in front of his coworkers. She was playful and he loved that part of her aswell.

Now that was just dirty! Ron Weasley entered the cubicle area trailed by Sarah and Lachlanwho could barely restrain a tremendous bout of laughter. Rons clothing was in tatters, allshredded save for his boxers which were adorned with large hearts that had H loves R inperpetual rotation around each.

Harry controlled his response, while Ginny hid her head behind his back, shoulders wracking inan uncontrollable bout of hysterics. Ron, what happened?

What happened? Ron turned towards Harry with an obvious attempt to retain some portion ofhis pride. Lachlan overhere used a Reducio spell on my clothes, Harry. Those robes were agift from Hermione! He shrank my clothes and then disarmed me when my shirt sleeves drew tootight.

Harry nodded sagely. Ron, youve been in some nasty rows, you know that there arent anyrules to fighting, except maybe, to win. Harrys neck was turning a brilliant shade of red, and he

was desperately trying not to make eye contact with the perpetrators of Rons predicament.There is one bright spot, though, Ron. Harry choked on his words.

Ron eyed Harry closely, just now noticing the form of his sister who was gasping for breathbehind her husband, unable to stifle her laugh. Whats that, Harry?

You can tell Hermione that Lachlan didnt destroy all of the clothes she gave you. Harry beganto snicker, his control fading. Although, Im hoping that the reducio spell hadnt hit your boxers,because, imagine the size they were before being reduced?

Ginny just managed to pull Harry down the hall before Ron reduced his best friend. As they randown the hallway she leaned to Harry and whispered, Remind me that I have to find you adifferent present for Christmas. She paused, the image of Rons mishap in her mind, Hermione

already stole my idea.

Harry stopped and stared at her for a moment. Cinching up his trousers, he chased after herdisappearing form hoping shed been joking.

Chapter 45 Office Politics

A palpable change permeated the air in Diagon Alley. As the days of autumn passed, themerchants at the various establishments prepared themselves for the Halloween and Christmasrushes. They peddled their wares more aggressively, highlighting specials and exclusives to theincreasing numbers in the throng of shoppers passing by. The crowd both inside and outside ofWeasleys Wizards Wheezes was especially exuberant as its proprietors, Lee Jordan and Geo rgeWeasley took every opportunity to ensure that this seasons new product lines were aggressively

marketed to the masses. This year, they had a new employee. For the most part, muggles didnot flourish in the wizard world, however, the Wheezes had an especially popular section thatspecialized in muggle sleight of hand and illusion. Dudley Dursley had bonded with Lee andGeorge during Harrys bachelor party and his particular expertise in muggle tricks and gaffsoffered Weasleys Wizard Wheezes a unique source of products. The partnership was doingextremely well and the association with George and Lee had brought Dudley out of his shell andmade him more open, more fun.

Of course, Ginny would never acknowledge that something beneficial could be made out of anassociation with George and Lee, but she was willing to give Dudley the benefit of the doubt. She


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shook her head as she passed 93 Diagon Alley, the home office of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes,watching Dudley and Lee trying out an assortment of Whoopie cushions on severalunsuspecting diners at a nearby sidewalk caf. Dudley had purchased several of the rubberbladders and brought them to the Lee, whod added a foul scent to the standard offering, whichcompletely changed the dynamic of the joke. Ginny had to make her way past her brothers shopeveryday she went into the offices of the Daily Prophet, and tried with as much aplomb todisassociate herself with their antics.

Her role as the chief Quidditch correspondent for the Prophet was going well. It hadnt hurt thatshe was still renowned for her prowess on the pitch and she leveraged her past relationships tofind storylines with impact. She made a point to avoid the more salacious aspects of hersubjects. The Quidditch world had been buzzing ever since rumors of a torrid relationshipsurfaced between Gwenog Jones, captain of her former club, the Holyhead Harpies and OliverWood, the starting keeper for the Harpies rival Puddlemere United. While there may be sometruth to the rumor, kindled in part, by their meeting at Ginny and Harrys wedding, Ginny felt thather role was to report real news, not gossip. This did not, however, preclude other members ofthe Prophet staff from trying to dig into the private lives of others, most notably Rita Skeeter.

The wizard worlds answer to tabloid journalism had resurrected her reputation with her exclusiveinterview of Harry for the Quibbler and through her fantastical book on Dumbledore. The Daily

Prophet, in its drive to reinvigorate its own tarnished reputation after the Thicknesse dalliance,had brought Skeeter back as a special investigative correspondent. What this really meant wasthat the newspaper was giving her a blank check to pursue any vapid rumor or story on anyperson of note that she could. Ginnys stomach literally turned at the sight of her and even moreso when Rita made attempts to curry favor while at the same time take surreptitious peeks atitems on Ginnys desk in order to find juicy tidbits on notable Quidditch players or on Ginnysimmediate family, who were celebrities in their own right, especially Harry whos relationship withSkeeter was rocky to say the least.

Such was the case when Ginny was walking to her desk. As she rounded the corner to the openarea that housed their work spaces, Ginny spotted a platinum blonde set of tight curls nestledover the top of Ginnys desk. The flashy hair held a pair of bejeweled spectacles in place and theeyes behind the glasses were busily poring over a journal that had been left on the desk.

Ahem, Ginnys annoyance with Skeeter was rising to the surface, Is there something I can helpyou with, Rita?

Not perturbed at being caught, Rita raised her heavy-jawed face to reveal some thickly penciledeyebrows and gave Ginny a toothy, crocodile smile, Not at all dear, just looking over yourmaterial, seeing if I can give you hand with your prose. Theres nothing like showing the ropes tothe wife of my great friend, Harry Potter. How is dear Harry? Is everything alright with you two?Her tone was syrupy and bracing at the same time.

Ginny opted not to answer the question this time. Any response would have been convoluted intosome impossible situation. If she said everything was fine, then Skeeter would report that Harryand Ginny were barely on speaking terms. If Ginny expanded in any way, then Skeeter would

have Harry running off with the nearest witch in the Office. Ginny decided to ignore Skeeteraltogether and waved the vile woman off.

Rita Skeeters byline the next day spoke of Trouble for the Heroic Power Couple. The storycontemplated a rocky road for Harry and Ginny Potter as their hectic lifestyles had driven themapart. Skeeter speculated that perhaps Ginnys high flying career as a socialite reporter had ledher to ignore her wifely duties. Skeeter then offered commentary as to how sad she was for hergood friend, Harry Potter, who deserved happiness in marriage. Rita Skeeter dedicated herself tomaking sure that Harry Potter had a happy life. She committed a whole series of her columns to


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the endeavor, and she desperately hoped that neither Harry or Ginny were making the problemworse by straying from each other.

Over the next few days, Rita began her series by following Ginny around. Unfortunately, Ginnyherself was writing a detailed story on the Holyhead Harpies and their season. Skeeter had notbeen able to find anything juicy since a woman covering an all-female Quidditch team would notinspire much suspicion. Skeeter than turned her attention to Harry. Whenever he left theMinistry, she would maintain a vigil as to his comings and goings. For the first couple of days,Harry was always alone, and went straight home after work, so Rita decided to loiter in the mainhall of the Ministry during the daytime hours. Her persistence paid off, as Harry came boundingfrom the elevators with Sarah Peebles in tow. The two Aurors were talking in whispers.Skeeters eyebrows raised up in a gesture of satisfaction. Now here was a story she could followup on.

The next day, Skeeter was seated at her desk, filling in the pieces to her big expose on thequestionable relationship between Harry and his protg. As she edited her piece, she sawGinny sitting at her own desk, considerably troubled by something. Rita watched as Ginny threwa folded piece of parchment into a wastebasket and ran from the room. While corroborating factswere never necessary for her stories, Rita was always on the lookout for items that made herwritings half-way digestible. Skeeter walked over to Ginnys desk and eased the discarded paper

from the trash can. She ran back to her own desk and opened the scroll eagerly, smoothing it outto make out the words:

How could they get together? Harry and Sarah, Wednesday, Lunch, Grimmauld Place

Visions of noon time trysts played out in Ritas mind, especially when thrown in with the idea thata noisy confrontation would follow with the rejected wife. Rita wrote a tantalizing piece for theevening edition, proclaiming a scoop of earth-shattering proportions to rival her book on AlbusDumbledore. She was absolutely giddy about her prospects. The only thing that would make thisbetter, she believed, was to have witnesses, credible witnesses. She penned a quick note andsent it out by owl. The stage was set.

Seated at a bench outside 12 Grimmauld Place, Rita wore darkened glasses in some

misconceived notion of anonymity. She heard the footprints approaching,

Ms. Skeeter, I got your note, what is it that absolutely required the interruption of my day?Percy Weasley was visibly annoyed. Skeeters note had been to the Minister, but given Kingsleyoutright contempt for Skeeter, but unable to avoid her missive, the Junior Undersecretary to theMinister was tasked to see what she wanted.

Mr. Weasley, your presence is almost better than the Ministers. You see, Im the bearer of badnews. The great Harry Potter is stepping out on his wife, your sister and you will be witness tothis infidelity. Percys expression became horrified. His stunned face was word enough toSkeeter that her news was more than enough to get his attention. Percy was having difficultylooking at Rita, the disbelief he displayed offering a note of triumph to Rita. She was back, shecould feel it, and it would be at the expense of the great Harry Potter. A couple was approaching

from down the block. From a distance, she could see that the woman was Ginny Potter. As sheneared, Rita saw that she was with Lee Jordan, a family friend. Obviously, Ginny had tried to gethelp from her brother George, and his erstwhile business partner had come to assist her in theconfrontation. This story was getting better and better by the minute.

Approaching from the other direction, Rita saw the great Harry Potter walking up the street, on hisarm, Sarah Peebles. The moment of truth had arrived.

Harry James Potter! Ginnys voice rang through the air, freezing everyone. Ginny stormed upto Harry and Sarah, looking at both of them in anger.


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Youre late! Ginny burst into laughter and kissed Harry and offered Sarah a hug. She motionedto Lee to approach. Lee was somewhat shy, his eyes lowered a bit.

You two have been tap dancing around each other for months. Ginny pulled Lees hand over toSarahs. Its about time you two decided that you liked each other and did something about it.Somewhat chagrined, Lee smiled and closed his hand around Sarahs.

Youre right, of course. Lee bent down and kissed Sarah on the top of the hand, Would youcare to join me for lunch? Sarah was blushing unabashedly, her face beaming. She turned tolook at Harry.

Take the rest of the day. Harry winked and the couple went off. You finished, MissMatchmaker? Harry teased his wife.

Not just yet. Ginny turned and strode purposefully over to where a shocked Rita Skeeter stood.Hello, Percy. What did I tell you?

You were right, Ginny. Quite shocking, indeed. Percy gave a snicker and moved away fromRita Skeeter.

What is the meaning of this? What is this all about? Skeeter was perplexed, trying to figure anangle to pursue on this.

Ginny looked at the tabloid diva with strident expression. This was part one of a two part lessonin Leave the Potters Alone, Rita. Keep your nose out of our business.

I dont know what you mean. What lesson? What are you talking about Mrs. Potter? What areyou up to? Ritas voice was haughty. How dare this strumpet talk to her like that?

Ginnys voice lowered, becoming menacing. It means that I wont stop at fighting you tit for tat.You will find, that I am the one Potter or Weasley, for that matter that will not just get even, I getahead. With that, Ginny handed Rita a small package and turned to catch up with Harry. The

two walked off arm in arm, laughing.

Rita Skeeter looked down at the package in her hand. She unwrapped the plain brown paperoffering and found a mirror with a note attached. The note had a brief message in Ginnys hand.

Rita, Part two of your lesson is in your hand. The paper you stole from my wastebasket wasjinxed, courtesy of my sister-in-law. Remember, I dont get even, I get ahead. Regards, GinnyPotter.

Her hands trembling, Rita Skeeter raised the looking glass to her eyes. The sight caused her togasp and fall to the ground in a dead faint. Her golden curls had receded from her forehead andher brow was covered in large pustules of acne. The welts had formed themselves into a wordthat covered all the skin. There was only a single word, which punctuated the fact that Rita

Skeeter had been had. The acne formed word was,

LIAR.

Chapter 46 All in the Line of Duty

The entire cadre of Aurors was gathered in the training arena. The murmur of individualconversations buzzed through the hall while every few moments eyes darted to the set of doubledoors set onto the far wall. Harry and Lachlan stood huddled together, both conversing but


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neither really hearing the other. Every so often, Harry would take to pacing back and forth, hisstrides were hurried.

Theyll be done when theyre done! Lachlans exasperated drawl finally penetrated Harrysfocus, causing him to look towards the senior Auror. Dont you remember your own? It musthave taken more than few hours to complete.

Harry nodded and resumed his pacing, like an expectant father. A clamor at the doors drew hiseye as the force of two bodies crashed the doors open. Two tired but elated figures burst into theroom holding sheets of parchment over their heads.

We did it! We passed! Ron Weasleys beaming face radiated in elation, matching theexpression of Sarah Peebles who was trailing behind him. No trouble at all, we passed withflying colors!

Brilliant,Ron! I knew you could do it. Harry turned to his own trainee, Sarah, whose smilewarmed Harrys heart. I definitely knew you could do it, Sarah! Her blush highlighted hertriumphant smile.

Ron and Sarah had just sat for and passed their Year 3 M.A.G.E.s, or Master Auror Governing

Examination, the last step for a trainee in the process of becoming a full fledged Auror. Giventhat they were both taking the tests well before their eighteenth month of training was testamentto their experiences and hard work over the past few months. Of course, Harry and Lachlanwould often point to their own tutelage as key indicators of success. Nevertheless, both Ron andSarah had now completed the final stage to becoming Aurors.

The two were surrounded by the new colleagues receiving salutations and congratulatory pats onthe back. The crowd parted revealing the proud faces of Hermione Weasley, Rons bride and, toeveryones surprise, Lee Jordan, Sarahs newly found beau. Hermione ran to Ron and embracedhim fully, smothering his lips with hers in a wildly passionate and somewhat public display ofaffection.

Im so proud of you Ron! Hermione was at a loss for words, the superlatives seeming

inadequate to the accomplishment. Ron smiled, happy for the chance to share this seminalmoment with the person he loved the most on the planet. He knew her support and guidance hadbeen integral to his achievement. He laughed with Hermione as they saw Sarah grab Leestridently and kissed him full on the lips. It had been many years since theyd seen the normallyloquacious Lee Jordan taken aback, unable to speak.

May I have your attention, please? The distinguished form of John Dawlish stepped to the front,carrying two cardboard boxes. He placed the boxes on the floor in front of him and continued,Could I have Mr. Weasley and Ms. Peebles step forward with their tutors?

Harry moved to the center of the room with Sarah and Lachlan accompanied Ron. Dawlish drewhis wand and motioned for Harry and Lachlan to do so as well The three pointed their wands atthe boxes in the center of the room while Dawlish began to intone an oath.

The greatest privilege is to serve others. The choice to protect society through the promotion ofjustice and peace is the one that is not entered lightly. The commitment to protect the innocentand the helpless is one that requires dedication. Ron Weasley and Sarah Peebles, you havedemonstrated persistence, loyalty and courage. It is my pleasure to accept you into the Office ofAurors. Muto Lamnia!

Harry and Lachlan repeated the spell, offering the power of their wands as teachers, MutoLamnia!


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Incandescent beams of golden light struck the nondescript boxes, causing them to glowinternally. The cardboard making up the boxes disappeared leaving two glowing silver pieces ofmetal on the floor. Harry and Lachlan reached down and took one piece each. Holding thebrilliant talismans up for the crowd, the two approached their graduated protgs. The metalpieces had shaped themselves into Auror shields with comets and moons in orbit around theirfronts. Harry walked up to Sarah and affixed the shield to her robes. When hed finished ashower of sparks etched her name onto the shield. When Harry turned towards Ron, he saw thathis name was similarly etched on his own shield. Dawlish approached the two and shook theirhands. The party was just beginning.

Later in the day, Harry had slipped away and was working through a pile of paperwork on hisdesk. Dawlish came up and slapped Harry on the back.

Well done, Harry! You did an exceptional job with Sarahs training. Harry took thecongratulations well. Did you notice that no one had even thought twice about turning downSarah all those months ago?

Well, saving the world tends to buy you a lot of goodwill. Harry harbored no real ill feelingstowards his friends and colleagues. The pain and loss over the past few months had washed thatall away. Dawlish smiled brightly and his laugh was genuine, heartfelt. Harry tested Dawlishs

humor, So, you headed home or have you made plans.

Dawlish stifled his laugh, but couldnt help his smile, Elizabeth and I have plans, if you mustknow. Harry smiled, happy for his friend. What about you, Harry? Isnt about time for you tohead home?

I will, theres a party down at the Burrow to celebrate. Im going to head there, but I think Ill takethe stroll. Dawlishs smile became a little more serious. Harry, youre a good Auror, butremember why you do this. You should go and be with your family.

I will John, I just like to do it. Dawlish nodded, understanding Harry more than most laymenwould. With a wave, Dawlish left the room.

The Stroll was a tradition started by Gawain Robards years ago that consisted of an Aurorwalking the length of Diagon Alley, much like a police officer in the muggle world would walk hisneighborhood beat. In fact, the inspiration for Robards came from his affectation for policedramas on television hed watched at home with his muggle parents. The practice had beenstopped when Voldemort had secretly seized control of the Ministry and the Aurors had becomean extension of his terror policies. Robards had rekindled his Stroll when the Dark Lord had beendefeated, as a means to reassure the public. When Robards had died, Harry had taken up thepractice, as a dedication to Robards and to his colleagues who had passed away.

Arriving at the Leaky Cauldron, Harry found the place packed with patrons knocking back drinksto forget the day. Making his way to the entrance to Diagon Alley, Harry adjusted his robes,ensuring his talisman of office was prominently displayed. Confident that he looked suitable forthe task, he walked into Diagon Alley. Harry nodded to the passersby, taking in the sights and

sounds of the shopping arena. He passed the apothecary and looked in its window. A loud bangfrom the nearby cauldron shop drew his attention.

Watch out! The voice from above was too late, and a flood of liquid poured down onto Harryshead from a second story window. It was green and thick. The perpetrator of the accident wasan rotund face, kindly, but shocked at the mess shed caused. Im so sorry there, Mr. Auror, thepot just got away from me!

Harry shook his hands, the viscous ooze spraying all around him. No worries, maam. Nothingthat cant be cleaned. Harry took a quick look up at the womanwith his one clear eye, Is it?


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The woman had disappeared leaving Harry to wonder. He cleaned himself off as best as hecould and gave serious thought to just heading home, but decided he could continue. As hewalked, he began to notice a peculiar smell, almost rancid. When he turned to find the source, hediscovered that he was the source of the aroma, the liquid emanating a particular rotteneffervescence. Sighing, he continued his walk trying to avoid as many people as possible. As hepassed Eelops Owl Emporium a flurry of feathers and muscle zoomed from the door.

Puck! Come back here! An owl was effecting an escape from the shopkeeper. Withoutknowing, it flew right into Harrys chest, feathers flying everywhere and then landing on Harryssticky robes and holding fast. Im sorry, sir, I dont know whats come over him. Hes normallyvery tame. Harry looked at the owl, one of its eyes pointed up and to the right and the otherstraight down.

I can see how he was able to hit me. Harry chuckled and nodded to the keeper. Now Harrywas covered in an odiferous slime and covered with owl feathers. He tried his best to brush thefeathers off and moved on down the alley. As he approached Florean Fortescues, he made amental note to stay on this side of the alley in an effort to avoid the entrance to Gringotts. Whilethe goblins had said they forgave him for his breach of their vault almost five years ago, he didntwant to give the guards pause in his present state. So preoccupied with this thought he didnt

see the child that ran out of the ice cream parlor and right into his leg. Harry bent over to checkthe boy, and noticed that entire contents of a double chocolate fudge sundae had made its way tothe knees of his robes, coating them with the hot, sweet remnants of the dessert. Topping thewhole scene off, the boy began to cry uncontrollably and was pointing at Harry with an accusingfinger.

He pushedme and made me drop my ice cream! Harry was mortified as were the childsparents who had chased him outside. Trying to apologize, Harry handed the family a few scythesto replace the ice cream and hurried off. When the first mishap had happened, Harry had doubtsabout continuing his walk, now he was sure of his doubts. Harrys wandering made him losesight of his surroundings. Peering up, he found himself outside Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Thehorror that George, Lee or Dudley would find him this state sent him running. As he looked backto check his escape, he failed to notice the obstruction that tripped him up and sent him flying

headfirst into an open trash bin. Harry pulled himself up, bits of flotsam and food hanging fromevery part of his body. He also found himself missing the smell of the green ooze from before,because now he smelled of rotten refuse. Throwing his hands in the air, Harry apparated awayleaving a smoky, trashy smell behind.

Near the trash can, snickers began to turn into full fledged guffaws. Two pairs of shoes, followedby two pairs of pants and so on, began to reveal themselves as two figures were revealed as theyremoved the Invisibility Cloak theyd been sharing.

I win, you said hed leave after the owl shop. George Weasleys carrot topped head beamed ina large smile as he gloated to his partner in crime, Dudley.

Well I thought tripping the kid with ice cream was low, but the trashcan trick was brilliant!

Dudley laughed out loud.

George winked, causing the muscles around his lost ear to contract obscenely, Thats the bestpart, I had nothing to do with the trashcan. You owe me, he lasted longer than you said hewould. The tar and feather trick was classic.

Double or nothing. Dudley didnt like losing a wager. George shrugged his shoulder. I bet hegoes home and changes first, then goes to the party at your parents.


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George pondered the dare, You know, Ginny warned him not to be late to the party, or shedmake him pay. Youre on!

Dudley grinned and reached out to shake Georges hand, sealing the bet. By the way, are yousure that my video camera was able to get the entire thing through that invisible cloakeethingee?

I dunno, lets check.

Dudley rewound a few seconds of the tape in the handheld video camera he was carrying. Hesaw Harrys last forlorn fumble into the trash heap. Dudley looked at George, a devilish grin onhis face, Oh yes, we got the whole thing. Christmas will be fun, this year.

George smiled with his friend and grabbed his arm, side-along apparating, heading to the burrowto confirm the winner of the latest wager.

Chapter 47 Christmas Gifts

He lay awake. He knew it was close to dawn, but winters onset made it harder for the suns raysto permeate the window in his bedroom. He was a slightly anxious, almost nervous lately as the

day approached. Hed been anticipating today almost as much as hed anticipated his wedding.He felt tightness in his chest and it seemed all he could do not to hyperventilate as he reflectedon his plan. He rolled on his side and gazed at her. Her eyes were closed, her long lashesresting on her dimples which were accentuated by the freckles that dotted her face. Her red hairglowed, every strand seemingly with a mind of its own but placed as if they were of the sameintent, which was to frame her beauty. Her red full lips were closed with the hint of a smile, as ifshe were thinking of a joke that only she knew the punch line to. One rebellious tress of crimsonbroke away from its brethren, falling carelessly across her face, tickling her nose causing it totwinkle unconsciously. He reached up and gently moved the recalcitrant strand from her face, histouch soft, loving, trying to avoid disturbing her slumber and breaking the spell of awe he feltevery time he looked at her. He slowly rolled over and quietly rose from the bed. Putting on hisrobe and slippers, he silently made his way from the bedroom and down the stairs to kitchen.

Good morning, Master Harry! Kreacher, Grimmauld Places resident house elf was rustlingaround the kitchen.

Harry looked at his homes only permanent moving fixture. Hed freed the house-elf months ago,but the octogenarian pug decided to continue to service the home and its owners and still insistedon calling Harry, Master. This reality was even more awkward than when Kreacher hadtechnically been a slave, still, Harry could not imagine Sirius old family home without Kreacherand would learn to live with it.

Master Harry, would you like some breakfast?

Harry shook his head, Not yet, thank you, just some coffee. Ill wait until Ginny gets up before Ieat.

Kreacher nodded sagely, Very good, Master Harry. Kreacher will be heading back to Hogwarts,but you will find what you need warmed in the oven. Harry smiled his thanks, but noticed thatKreacher was eyeing him strangely.

What is it? Harry could swear that the house-elf was smiling, only if Kreachers lips werephysically capable of doing so.

Kreacher bowed, Everything is prepared for today. If I may be so bold, Master Harry, Kreacheris not getting younger, it would make his life complete to care for little Potters.


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Harry rolled his eyes. Ever since his freedom, Kreachers favorite words were If I may be sobold, which was invariably followed by something blunt and usually inappropriate. Hermionewould probably hex him, but sometimes Harry found himself missing the days when Kreacherwas a slave and hated him. Of course Harry didnt mean it, but Harry had only really known twotruly free house-elves before Kreacher and his interactions with them hadnt been as intrusive.

Kreacher, Ive told you again and again, it will happen when it happens. Were just living ourlives. We have time enough forall that. Harry grasped the mug of steaming coffee thatKreacher placed before him and took a small sip.

Kreacher bowed, again an almost-smile on his face, Time is a mystery, never enough andsometimes too much, but Kreacher only knows what is. With that, the small gray figureapparated away.

Harry had no idea what Kreacher meant and playing the words over in his head did not make itany clearer. With a shrug, Harry took his cup into the front seating area of the house. He madehis way into the room, adorned like the Gryffindor Common room and saw Kreacher had lit a fireto combat the cold from outside. Instead of making for one of the easy chairs, Harry went tostand in one of the large bay windows. Drawing back the curtains, he took in the winter spectacle

outside. Harry especially enjoyed winter. Its briskness and freshness always seemed to cleansethe landscape. With Christmas near, the worlds denizens, muggle and wizard alike seemedcheerful and happy. Hope was abounding and Harry always seemed to draw strength from thespirit of the season and the time.

A new snow had fallen the night before, covering every part of the street and park outside. It wasearly still, so nothing moved. No birds, no people; all was still. An endless wave of drifts andvalleys covered in a magical white blanket of newness instantly calmed his pulse, settling himdown. The edges of the window were coated in frost and ice painting mosaics of crystal on thepanes like the border to a fine winter landscape. A light dusting of flakes fell in a haphazardfashion, driven to their resting places by a gentle breeze. The best part of this time of year, wasthat magic seemed to permeate all of the society and Harry thought that was perfect.

He heard her steps on the hardwood floors, the soft tread of her stride as she neared him. Hisheart began to race, how was it after being married for six months and having known her for somany years that her mere presence elicited such a response from him? She walked up behindhim and reached an arm around his waist. He raised an arm and placed it around her shoulders.Her body fit perfectly into his; they were meant for each other. He looked down and the vision ofher washed over him, as if he was seeing her for the first time. Her smile was warm, welcomingand always with a hint of daring and playfulness. He reached down and kissed her, the power ofthat simple gesture weakening his knees. She was beautiful, kind, soft and warm, but at thesame time strong, independent and brave. This was not contradictions in personality, but thefoundation of the most perfect person hed ever met and his eyes watered slightly as he, judgedhimself unworthy of her presence, but lucky at his good fortune.

Good morning. His smile was warm. She returned his greeting. Her nightgown was flannel,

extending to her knees. She was wearing a pair of soft fuzzy slippers in the shape of a bunnysears, a gift from Hermione on her birthday. She hugged him tightly.

I love the way you look at me Herbrown eyes glowed, basking in his attention. She reached upand kissed him again. Youre not working today?

Its pretty slow, and Lachlans team is covering everything. I was hoping youd want to spend theday with me, if you donthave anything else planned. Harry had made sure that her calendar atwork was free. Hed even consented to lifting the hex on Rita Skeeter, so that, Ginnys publisher


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would clear the next few days for him. Its only a few days until Christmas and I wanted to havesome alone time with you, before we head to the Burrow.

She thought for a moment, realizing that shed really had nothing planned. No, I think Im freeuntil after the holiday. A wicked smile came over her. So, we dont have anywhere to be andno one is around. She pulled his arm, drawing him to the stairs. Harry didnt need a secondinvitation.

A few hours later, they sat in the kitchen wolfing down the breakfast that Kreacher had left them.As usual, the offerings were delightfully succulent. They enjoyed being in each others presence,casting sly glances at each other, and giggling like adolescents.

I have a surprise for you. Harry broke the silence.

Ginny raised her eyebrows. Oh really?

Yes, were going on an overnight.

You mean you had something planned for today, besides the obvious? She reveled in the torridshade of red his face became.

Yes, so pack a bag. We can go anytime. She bolted from her seat and ran up the stairs.

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They disapparated on a lonely country road near an old stone bridge. The trees were laid bareby winters hand and freshly fallen snow covered everything. Harry grasped Ginnys hand andled her down the lane. As they neared the bridge he waved a hand wiping the snow from thesmall brass plaque affixed to the side of the bridge.

Slaughter Bridge? Ginny read the name on the sign, her breath visible in the cold air.

Harry nodded, This is where the Battle of Camlann was fought. This was the place that Mordred

and Arthur fought to the death. This was where we came to find Nimue, the Lady of the Lake.

Ginny took in her surroundings, a look of wonder on her face. Harry smiled and led her acrossthe bridge to the slope on the other side. The sound of bells rustled in the air. Ginny turnedtowards the sound and found a simple sleigh standing in the clearing near the stream. It waswhite with silver trim. A broad, black leather seat was its main feature with two flame-lit lanternsattached on gambols on either side of the seat. They walked toward the sleigh, the drifts comingup to their knees, making progress difficult. With little effort, Harry leaned down and picked herup and carried her to their conveyance. He gently placed her on the seat and reached on theplatform behind them and pulled out a heavy down blanket, protecting her from the chill of theopen Bodmin Moor. Reaching to the rear of the seat once more, he pulled out a thermos andpoured a cup of steaming hot chocolate, and gave it to her, the aroma surrounding them in thequiet spot.

Ginny took a sip of her cocoa and looked forward to the team that was attached to the sleigh.Two sinewy thestrals nuzzled each other, cooing in their ethereal language. Ginny smiled inwonder and looked up at her husband in amazement. He smiled back at her and drew on thereins lightly, prompting their chargers to move on. They followed the contours of the moor, therolling hills covered in a smooth white blanket. The scene was unrecognizable from last summerwhen Harry, Ron and Sarah had trudged through the muck and mud of the moorland in thesummer. The thestrals maintained a slow and steady gait, while Harry leaned back and put hisarm around Ginny. She put her shoulder on his and opened the blanket to share. They cuddled,taking in the landscape, not speaking, but hearing everything that transpired. She loved the


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sound of the bells as the thestrals gracefully traversed the countryside. The runners on the sleighslid effortlessly through the perfect snowfall. She closed her eyes for a moment, and imaginedthat she could hear Harrys heart beat, pounding in love and care for her. She thought, for amoment that the wind swept cold made her eyes water, but realized in an instant that the love shefelt for this man next to her was close to overwhelming. The moment was perfect.

They continued over the hills, eventually happening on an open area where the hills met therunning stream.

Thats Dozmary Pond. Thats where Bedivere brought Excalibur and threw it to Nimue. Thelake drew nearer, the edges covered in ice, the water a dark black, smooth, almost like ice itself.The sleigh drew to a halt near the edge of the Pool. Harry extended a hand to Ginny, helping herout of the sleigh and walking her near the waters edge.

Do you remember when we were in Avalon? When Arthur freed Nimue from her service?Ginny nodded, remembering the scene. Nimue was delighted, wanting to renew her love forMerlin. Shed come over to Harry and kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear.

She said something to you, didnt she? Ginnys curiosity was piqued. Harry nodded.

She said, You alone understood the hope that love gave me. You realized that love waseternal. You will be blessed by your own love. My gift for you is here. Shed put something inmy pocket. Harry pulled a faded parchment from his pocket and read it. Ginny, take out yourwand, please.

Ginny was confused, the request unexpected. Trusting Harry, she drew her wand and stood nextto him.

Im going to conjure my Patronus and I need you to do the same. Well do it together, outtowards the center of the lake. Ready? Ginny nodded. As one they pointed their wands to thelake.

Expecto Patronum!

A flash of brilliant white light extended from both wands, overpowering the white of the snow onthe ground. Cast against the blackness of the water, they noticed the light changing into theirforms. A large shining stallion was joined by an equally stunning mare. The pair frolickedtogether and ran off towards the middle of the lake, nuzzling each other, helping each otheracross. The Patronuses disappeared over the horizon of the lake.

The surface of the lake began to roil near its middle the blackness frothing white in a turbulentdisplay of energy and power. A small point of white began to rise from the water, slowly growingto become the top of a tall spire. The spire was attached to a tower which continued to rise untilin the midst of the pool stood a castle of ice, shimmering in the winter sun. The castle sat on afloe that was motionless and stable. A long finger of ice stretched from the flow to the point onthe shore where they stood. Harry smiled at Ginny and led her onto the ice bridge, towards the

castle. When they got to the ice floe, they noticed that every structure, every gate, every stepwas made of ice, perfectly formed into its integral parts. They entered the main keep area andsaw torches of white light emanating from the walls and arches. In the middle of the main room,a fountain of water ushered into the air. In the middle of the fountain, a full sized image of Nimuefloated, suspended in the streams of water. The eyes of the image shone a bright solid hue ofemerald, its green hair flowing as if caught in a summer breeze. The image smiled down at them.

Harry, welcometo my winter palace. At first, Id always thought of this place as my prison, butwhat it became was a monument of my love for Merlin. I share this with you so that you can havethe opportunity to display your commitment to your own beloved. This place is yours for the


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evening. All you need do is ask and your every need will be answered. Know that Merlin and Iare together and happy. Remember your own words, Harry, love is eternal and its power is thegreatest magic. With that, she disappeared in a shower of light.

Ginny took a deep breath, finding her voice. This is incredible. Youve planned this all thistime?

Its good to know that I can still surprise you. Harry winked and then kissed her deeply. Letssee how this works. In his minds eye, he pictured a piping hot cup of tea. In an instant, a tablewith cup and saucer appeared in front of them. That was easy enough.

They explored their surroundings and glimpsed the wonders of the place. Doors were adornedwith priceless gems and jewels in their surfaces. Harry got an inspiration and led Ginny up aspiral staircase to the top of the tower in the center of the castle. When they reached the summit,they gasped at the view. They could see for miles across the lake over the snow capped hills. Itwas as if they were monarchs governing their own solitary magic realm. Harry turned to his bride.

Ginny, I have one more surprise. I know that Christmas is only couple of days away, and I havesomething for you when we are at your parents, but I have somethi ng for you, something special.He fumbled in his pocket and withdrew a small gift box. Opening the box, he turned around so

she could see it.

It was a locket. It was very simple and small. It looked to be made of plain gold, smooth, withintricately etched scroll work on its edges. Its chain was fine, thin but sturdy. Ginny smiled andtook the locket, opening it. A small shower of light displayed two images, one of Harry and Ginnyholding each other, and one of another couple, very familiar to Ginny.

Are those your parents? Her voice shook, amazed by the images. Harry straightened hisshoulders.

A while back, I went to meet Dudley out at a small caf near Privet Drive. When I got there, hewas sitting with my Aunt Petunia. Needless to say, I was surprised. Dudley explained that hedbeen working on her, arguing about how wrongheaded shed been, and, well, she wanted to talk

with me. Harry paused, his heart racing, his mind in a whirl as to what he should say. Ginny puther hand on his arm, urging him on.

Anyway, Aunt Petunia apologized forher attitude and well, told me she was happy that Id gottenmarried. We had a good talk. Harry chuckled. The thing of it is, when my parents died, AuntPetunia was given whatever possessions they had to hold for me. It wasnt much, but this locketwas part of the bunch. Shed forgotten about it and when they returned to Privet Drive afterVoldemort was defeated, she found it. Ginny had a sharp intake of breath, the implications ofHarrys words coming clear.

You see, that locket belonged to my mother. Aunt Petunia said that it belonged to Lilys family.Shes right. It belongs to Mrs. Potter. It belongs to you.

Ginny began crying openly, she reached up and hugged him tightly. He drew back and took thelocket by its chain. Opening the clasp, he laid it around her neck and closed the clasp. It fellnicely at the bottom of her neck, as if it were meant to be there. He touched her cheeks tenderly,wiping the tears from her face and kissed her, soulfully, no other person near them, the worldtheirs for this one lasting moment.

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Its nothing, really. She looked up at her husband, the devil may care twinkle back in her eyes.I was going to give you your gift early too.

You dont have to, you know. I can wait until Christmas. Harry was curious.

Ginny gently fingered the locket on her neck, the symbol of the gesture making her float higherthan the tower she was on.

No, I think Ill give you your gift. Looking around the castle and the landscape, she smiled.After all, youve outdone yourself.

Harry anticipated a kiss the likes of which hed never had, much like his birthday present the firsttime theyd gotten together.

Ginnys smile grew wider, Your gift is, well, were going to have a baby!

Harry stopped breathing for a moment. His heart stopped. Everything stopped as he processedher words. He looked at her, his love bursting from every pore of his body. He swept her up andkissed her solidly. Finally letting her down gently, he turned to the open expanse of water andshouted at the top of his lungs.

Were going to have a baby!!!

Chapter 48 Christmas with the Weasleys

The Weasley home near Ottery St. Catchpole consisted of an odd assortment of additions andstories. As more children were added to the family, the more area was added to the home. Fromthe outside it appeared to grow higher and wider, like a boxy inverted pyramid. The only thingreally keeping the structure from collapsing on itself was the magic that Arthur Weasley employedto keep the building sound. The concept of the Sunday Dinner was a resounding success,however, the tradition that seemed to bear the test of time was the Weasley Family Christmas.Molly Weasley would lock herself in her kitchen almost a full week before Christmas, running all

curiosity seekers out with forceful spells. At various times in the past, George or Fred or Ronwould try secretive ways to find out what their mother was up to, to no avail. Even after Georgeand Fred had started their fledgling business and had access to a wide array of gadgets andspells, Molly would find a way to thwart their attempts at premature knowledge of the Christmasfeast.

Arthur, for his part, would take over the living room, trying to create the perfect Christmasatmosphere. His projects were always muggle-inspired and almost always abject failures. Oneyear he was infatuated with Christmas carols, but drew his example from a muggle singing groupcalled Alvin and the Chipmunks. It took Molly Weasley almost two weeks to reverse the spellthat had elevated Arthurs voice to a pitch that dogs could barely hear. Another year, Arthur wascompletely taken with finding the perfect tree. He scanned movies and magazines to find theimage of the ideal tree. Once hed settled on the right look, he began a frantic search for an

evergreen that would fit the bill. Unable to find a pine of the proper height and girth with theappropriate fullness of branch, Arthur found a small Douglas fir sapling and using an engorgiocharm, which caused the small tree to explode up to thirty times its size and density. Arthur hadbeen pinned against a wall by the wayward boughs and the stairs that had passed directly abovethe living room were not navigable until a team of wizards and loggers appeared to clear the way.It was almost three months until the last vestiges of pine needles, cones and limbs were finallycleared from the living room, and a little longer until Molly would actually speak to Arthur inanything but monosyllabic words. To this day, a fresh pine-scented aroma wafted through theliving room as a reminder of the Great Tree Fiasco of 1990.


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This year, Arthur was particularly inspired by the whole notion of The Christmas Village. Hedread that this phenomenon in an American magazine that talked about the lengths people wouldgo to create a perfect Victorian village scene, complete with lit ceramic buildings, landscapes,snow and of course, trains. Arthur adored trains and the idea that he could use magic to enhancea basic diorama of utopian Yule time living was almost too much to ignore. Further, since thisinvolved a panoply of effects and detail; George, Lee and Dudley were more than taken in withthe project, assisting in every aspect of the creation of what fast became a monstrosity of urbanrenewal, right in the middle of the living room. All of the furnishings from the living room wereremoved, except for the Weasley family grandfather clock, and that remained because abelligerent Molly Weasley had stood with her arms folded, head and shoulders covered in flour,toes tapping, and threatened serious bodily injury if the precious heirloom was touched.

The entire living room had been transformed into a rolling landscape of hills, dales and rivers inperfect three dimensional display. Various portions of wizarding Britain were represented:Hogwarts, Hogsmeade, Quidditch stadiums and the like. A scale model of the Hogwarts Expressran from a miniature Kings Cross station up and back to Hogsmeade station. Arthur had pleadedwith some of his colleagues in the environmental section at work to lend him snow spells, whichhe employed to keep a constant dusting of the powder in perpetual covering of the area. Lee hadbeen responsible for the lighting and hed conjured fireworks and flames to represent the sun andthe moon as well as street lights, but always added an explosion here or there to make the

display have what he called character. Dudley was fixated on automobiles and would bring inremote controlled cars and place them on a continuous loop throughout the display. Of course,no one really thought that it mattered that a modern era monster truck was really incongruouswith a Victorian scene. George was responsible for populating their production with humanfigures, people. He started with the mundane, but eventually allowed his base side to carry theday. Soon there were images of Deatheaters on brooms colliding in fiery ways with the ground ora train or other flyers. The plumes of smoke marking their detonation always were a crowdpleaser. As with all of Arthurs Christmas endeavors, he probably would not hear from his lovelybride until Christmas Day. Her issue this time was that given the number of people coming to theparty this year, hed used their only interior entertainment space for his gadgetry. In fact, hedalso blocked their Floo entrance for their visitors, causing a very circuitous trip around thediorama in order to gain access to the rest of the house. Arthur began furiously erecting apavilion in their court yard to accommodate their guests.

Christmas morning arrived with a flourish causing the senior Weasleys to race around attendingto last minute details. George and Lee had stayed overnight, making last minute changes to theircreations on the Christmas Village. The extended Weasley clan began its arrival around midmorning. Ron and Hermione made their appearance, having spent Christmas Eve with herparents. The couple stepped onto the hearth and was immediately struck by a flash of light andsnow that constituted the sunrise and blizzard of the ornate scene in the living room. For amoment, they were stuck in their position, with any one path through impossible. Ron picked hisbride up and tossed her over his shoulder, in a firemans carry, much to her consternation, andtiptoed through the village with minimal damage.

You could have just let me apparate to the courtyard, you git! She gave him a playful smackand turned to greet her mother-in-law. Ron felt a tug on his trousers.

allo, Uncle Ron! A radiant Victoire Weasley was demanding his attention and he was morethan happy to oblige. Nearing five years of age, the tow-headed daughter of Rons brother Billand his wife Fleur was the distinct copy of her mother. Her hair was fair and came down to justbelow her shoulders. She had a regal bearing about her, but Ron noticed, right away that hersmile was distinctly Weasley in origin. Her smile was mischievous as if shed placed a WeasleysWheeze under the dining room table, which, the more Ron thought about it, she just might have.She was the dangerous mix of her mothers brilliant beauty and her fathers family riotousness.


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Hello, sunshine! Ron picked her up and held her close, putting a kiss on her cheek. Ivemissed you so much.

Uncle Ron! Put me down! Im a big girl and a lady. Ladies do not get bear hugs! Ron smirkedat her reaction and put her down.

Well then, Lady Victoire, what is the proper greeting for a lady of your stature? Rons tone wasserious, no trace of mocking or humor.

Victoire stood straight and raised her nose slightly, an air of arrogance in her voice, Well, if youmust know, this is the way a lady is greeted. She put her arm out, hand with its palm down.

Ron gave an exaggerated bow and took her hand, placing a small kiss on the top. Is that better,mlady?

Her cheeks reddened, smile breaking out on her lips. Much, thank you. Teddy!!! All pretenseat decorum dropped as Victoire ran like mad to embrace the new arrivals to the Burrow.Andromeda Tonks and her grandson, Teddy, were wending their way through the door. Teddyheard his name and saw the flash of blonde hair approaching. His own hair turned a dark blackand he rolled his eyes. He looked helplessly at his grandmother and braced for the assault.

When Victoire reached him, she flung her arms around him and hugged him tightly. Teddys hairinstantly turned a deep red, almost matching the purple in his cheeks either from the crushingforce of the hug from Victoire or from the embarrassment of the display. It was probably a gooddash of both.

Merry Christmas, Teddy! Victoire released him and drew a deep breath. Did you bring me apresent? I have one for you.

Teddys hair began to shuffle between a multitude of colors reflecting how flustered he was. Redturned to blue turned to green turned to orange as he stammered through his greeting, Yes, er,Victoire, um, well Merry Christmas to you. Um, no, er I mean yes, we have, that is, mygrandmother and me got you a gift, er His eyes drifted through the room, pleading for rescue,but Teddy knew that there were Weasley boys about who reveled in his discomfort. It almost

seemed as if they ate their own.

Victoire! A lady never flusters a man. Let Teddy breathe! Fleur Weasley came to his rescue,shooing her daughter away. Well, Teddy! You look so handsome! You are what, seven?

Almost. Teddys hair turned a calm shade of aqua, thankful for the rescue.

Fleur smiled, you ave grown so tall. What a andsome young man! She gave him a peck onthe cheek causing him to blush harder while his hair became almost plaid as it flew throughanother range of color changes.

Remind me to teach him how to play poker. George whispered to Lee. Hell never be able tobluff. Teddy saw George and Lee whispering and knew immediately thats where the fun and

mischief of the day would be. He walked over and greeted them. The two role models quicklybegan to tutor Teddy on the fine art of the whoopee cushion.

More and more guests arrived. Sarah Peebles was not too far behind Ron and Hermione, havingdecided that shed much prefer being with Lee than at home. Right after Sarah, Charlie Weasleymade his appearance, looking none the worse for wear for someone that spends his days in thecompany of dragons. The party was hitting full stride with everyone heading outside to theheated pavilion. A large table with a fire pit was set up in the middle and soon everyone began tocongregate around the table. A crack and whoosh announced the arrival of Dudley, his motherPetunia in tow.


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Petunia looked disoriented and clung to Dudley for dear life. George and Lee came up andshook Dudleys hand fiercely. Dudley seemed a little out of sorts.

George gave him pat on the back, Whats the matter, Duds? You have problems with the portkey? It worked, didnt it?

Well, yes, no problems, but Dudley held up the object in his hand, I know you have to usecommon objects, but a toilet seat? Couldnt you have used something else?

His two friends snickered and shrugged their shoulders, dragging Dudley with them to fill him inon their latest caper.

Molly Weasley approached Petunia Dursley and took her hand. Welcome to our home. It mustbe a little strange for you, but I absolutely loved Lily, she was one of a kind.

Petunia was a little shaken and she had problems finding the words, Th -thank you. You have awonderful home. Her eyes widened a miniature witch on a broom flew past her face. WheresHarry, by the way?

As if on cue, Harry and Ginny appeared. They were holding each other, gazing, smiling at eachother, seemingly oblivious to anyone around. Molly looked at them, a memory of the last familygathering where Harry and Ginny had huddled around like that. OK, out with it, what are you twoup to anyway? Molly put her hands on her hips.

Harry didnt hesitate. He looked up from Ginny and at his mother in law, his voice carrying acrossthe entire space. Were going to have a baby!

Everything stopped. There was no noise and no activity. It was if the words hung like a balloonin the air. Molly Weasley was a dedicated family woman. Her emotions were tied to the sanctityand safety of her large family. Her expression was raw, loving. Her only daughter was going tobe a mother. Her youngest child was going to have a baby. Molly Weasley let out a huge wailand started bawling, then grabbed Harry and Ginny up and squeezed them together.

Wonderful! Thats wonderful. Arthur, come here, your baby is going to have a baby!

The mood of the party became more uplifting, more upbeat. Everyone crowded around thehappy couple, clapping them on the back, a surreptitious hand here and there touching Ginnysstomach, as if the baby were coming just then.

Harry saw his Aunt Petunia. Leaving Ginny to enjoy the attention of their moment, Harry walkedover to his aunt. He was unsure of what to do, hug her or shake hands. He was caught in themiddle. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him.

Im so glad you could come. She nodded. It means so much that youre here Aunt Petunia. Iwant you to meet Ginny. Ginny and Harrys communication was much better. As he was saying

those words, he felt a hand in his, Ginny having moved over to where he was. Ginny, this is myAunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia, this is my wife, Ginny.

Petunia smiled, Pleased to meet you. You are so lovely. Congratulations on the news. Petuniaturned towards Harry, Your mother would have been so happy for you, Harry. She spied thelocket around Ginnys neck and smiled as a tear dropped from her eye.

Dudley had made his way over to them, Everything alright, mum? Petunia smiled at her son.

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With everyone abuzz about the news, the feast kicked off in high gear. Dudley had helped Mr.Weasley understand how to work the disk player, so Christmas music piped in to their ears asthey dined and enjoyed each others company. They celebrated another year together andtoasted their lost family members.

Everyone exchanged gifts, the children Teddy and Victoire receiving the lions share of pack agesto open. When everyone had settled in, Dudley and George moved to head of the table and setup a large television on its end.

We have a gift for everyone. George smirked at Dudley. You see, we have in our midst, agreat man, the greatest Auror ever. George nodded at Dudley who started the small videoplayer near the television. George continued, But even the most accomplished wizard and Aurorcan be had, with the proper motivation.

The video showed Harrys Diagon Alley misadventures. Harrys face showed shock and his facereddened. The assembled partygoers broke into applause as Harrys carefully executed faceplant into the trash can was displayed. He couldnt help himself, he laughed. Hed been had.When the video ended, George stood up. Harry rose from his seat and looked at his cousin,accusingly.

He imperialized me. Dudley pointed to George. George held up both of his hands.

Now Harry, you know it was all good fun. I mean, you cant hold a little thing like this against me,can you? A small bolt of lightning struck George in the rear end. Harry looked around, he hadntcast any spells. He looked at his wife; she was as stunned as he was.

Bugger! Ill get you! Lee Jordan had his wand out and began to hurl charms at his erstwhilepartner, who began to flee outside. The noise caused the whole room to become a flood ofnoise, spells and excitement. Molly was chasing after Lee and George, trying to keep them fromescalating the battle. Dudley was right behind, his video camera at the ready.

Andromeda Tonks and Fleur were trying to separate little Victoire from Teddy, who she was trying

to drag towards a tuft of mistletoe hanging over the tent entrance. Arthur, Bill and Charlie werechasing the miniature Hogwarts Express that had escaped its panorama in the living room andwas making a beeline for the front gate. Ron and Hermione had locked arms and walked over towhere Harry and Ginny were standing. They were soon joined by Sarah, who was shaking herhead.

What was that all about? What got Lee so riled up? Harry looked at Sarah, wondering whatwas going on.

Lee feels that it was a betrayal to leave him out of such a perfect gag. He said it was lower thanif theyd done the gag to him. Sarah shook her head. Id better make sure they dont hurtthemselves.

Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny looked at each other and laughed uncontrollably. The riot ofsound and fury was all around them, a continuous cacophony of disorder and mayhem.Somewhere a Christmas tune was playing, not matching the flurry of activity going on. Harryturned to his bride, a bright smile on his face.

You know what? He raised his voice slightly, pointing to the madhouse around them. This isperfect. He reached down and kissed her.

Ginny knew what he meant. Shed grown up in this environment. The fights, the tumult, thecraziness, all these things came with being part of a loving family. She and Harry were starting


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their own family, and as she saw Harry taking every bit of the silliness in, she saw that he wasright. Everything was just perfect.

Chapter 49New Years Resolutions

One of the most interesting things about being newlyweds is that every event or holiday that thecouple experiences in their first married year is a new feeling. The new family is creatingtraditions and memories that will endure for their lives and the lives of their children. Sometimesthe effort that young couples put into making signature holiday events memorable can be harderthan the event themselves. Harry and Ginny wracked their brains trying to figure out how theyshould spend the New Years holiday together. They knew that while they would spendChristmas at the Burrow, they wanted New Years to be something that was uniquely theirs. Inthe end, it came down to history. The Weasleys were family and theyd always have family time.The new Potter family tradition for New Years Eve had been decided.

The man was bent over his desk, the light of a single candle the only source of illumination as hefuriously scribbled into a battered journal. Splayed about were numerous bits of flora set atdifferent angles near his work. Hed lost track of time, as was his wont. He was so engrossed inhis work that he did not hear the approach of the footsteps to his door. He reached for another bit

of leaf sitting on his desk and held it up to the feeble light.

Neville, knock it off! Youre going to miss the whole thing. Dean Thomas was standing inNeville Longbottoms office door. Neville had been so engrossed in his research for theupcoming term that hed lost track of time. The truth of the matter was that as the residentHerbology professor at Hogwarts, Neville was having the time of his life. He often found himselflost in the vagaries of exotic plant life and its relationship to magic. He was uncovering new anddifferent applications of all parts of the plants he cared for and took great pleasure in passing hisdiscoveries on to his students.

Right, sorry Dean. Thanks for coming up for me. Neville grinned and shut his journal.Extinguishing the candle with a wave of his hand, he walked over and joined his friend. Theymade their way down the corridor towards a nearby flight of stairs that led up to the seventh floor.

Absently, they stopped talking and walked past the same place three times. Before long adoorway appeared on the wall nearby. Neville pulled on the handle and held the door open forhis friend.

The Room of Requirement had configured itself into a large ballroom that was filled with revelers.Above them, the ceilings were high, marked with raised arches and grand chandeliers. Whiteflower petals fluttered about and the sound of music drifted throughout the room providing afestive ambience to the party. At the far end of the ballroom, a clock face covering the entire wallkept steady time, a phantom pendulum swinging. Along either side of the room, buffet tablesloaded with all kinds of food and dessert and a bar serving all manner of drink were stationed forthe party goers. The crowd was gathered around a raised dais in the center of the room, amidstthe dance floor.

I found him! Dean waved to the group which cheered in greeting and delight. He was fiddlingwith his weeds, again. Dean pat Neville on the back and guided him to the group. Atop theplatform, standing by a podium, Harry raised a glass of champagne in mock salute to the latecomers.

Now that were all here, Ill continue. Ginny and I were trying to come up with the best way toring in the New Year. We thought about all the romantic or memorable things we could come upwith and nothing seemed right. He took in the faces of the people looking at him. We thoughtabout you, our friends. Weve been through so much together. Weve been through life and


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death and weve survived and won. All we could think ofwas that the only way to spend NewYears was with Dumbledores Army! The crowd burst into spontaneous applause.

Well done, Harry! Seamus Finnegan raised a mug of beer, suds flying. As if by premonition,the lights dimmed and the music began playing in earnest. Harry dismounted from the podiumand it rose up out of the way. The party goers and their dates began to whirl around the dancefloor.

Harry walked over to where Ginny, Ron and Hermione were standing, near a punch bowl. Hegave Ginny a quick kiss, then turned and kissed Hermione on the cheek and shook Rons hand.

Great idea, mate. Ron sipped his drink and took in the room. Using the Room of Requirementwas inspired.

Ginny spoke up, Actually, that was Neville. When we owled him about the party, he came upwith the idea of using the room.

Its beautiful. Hermione admired the dcor. The music was ringing through their ears and therhythm combined with the dance made her do a twirl. Grasping her husbands hand, Come onRon, I fancy a dance!

Harry laughed at his friends and put his arm out to his wife. She took it and he led her out to thedance floor. Fireflies flit about their heads, like fireworks in the night. The light in the raisedceiling blackened and pinpricks of light, like stars gave the illusion of dancing under an open sky.Harry kissed his bride, his hand slyly moved to her stomach, his eyes locking with hers, enjoyingthe moment. The kissed once more and held on tight through the music.

Neville stood by the punchbowl, his toe tapping time to the music. His eyes surveyed the peoplewho had made the party. Cho Chang and Dennis Creevey were holding each other tight, barelymoving on the floor. George had a beautiful blonde woman on his arm and he seemed to bechatting seriously with her. Lee and Sarah were seated on a bench seat, kissing passionately.Everywhere, people were with other people. The fact of it was, Nevilles love was his work andhed not even thought about something social. He wasnt sad about it. It was just life. He sighed

and sipped his drink.

You dont like to dance? The lyrical voice of Luna Lovegood cut into his reflection.

Oh, hi Luna. I really dont dance. Neville turned to his friend, a pleasant smile greeted him asshe sipped on punch.

Of course you do, everyone likes to dance. It seems to me that you just dont have a partner.She held out her hand to him and the walked over to the dance floor. They joined their friends inmoving to the music and Neville found himself more fleet of foot than he expected. There wassomething calming for her friends whenever they found themselves around her. Lunas smilewas innocent but knowing. It was if Luna was the mistress of her own universe and everyoneelse were welcome visitors.

As the night wore on, and the hands of the clock approached midnight, a noticeable anticipationmoved across the crowd. Ron had been congregated with George and Lee, chatting over somenew aspect of their business. As he would always do, his eyes roved the room, looking for hiswife. He spotted Hermione standing by herself and noticed a wistful look on her face, whichdisappeared as Padma Patil walked over to talk to her. Ron saw the look. Something wastroubling her. He excused himself from his conversation and walked over to her.


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Padma had moved on and Hermione noticed Rons approach. Anyone who knew her would saythat nothing seemed awry, but Ron saw the flicker of difference in her eye. He approached andkissed her.

Whats wrong? His question was direct, knowing.

She didnt go through the dance, she admitted that she had something on her mind. Weve beenmarried almost two years. Harry and Ginny have only been married a few months. Its justthat

He jumped to the heart of the matter. Youre ready for children? Her eyes cast downward. Shegave a slight, almost imperceptible nod. If youre ready, then so am I.

She looked up at him, searching his eyes for indications of hesitancy or condescension. She sawnone. Instead she saw an earnestness that filled her heart with warmth and love.

I do, Ron. Im ready.

Hermione, were a family. I love you more than life itself and I cant wait to have children withyou. Her eyes welled with tears, and he pulled her to him, hugging her tight, stroking her hair.

Come on you two! Its almost time! Harry was walking past them with Ginny in tow, movingtowards the center of the room, in front of the large clock. Ron and Hermione followed them andby the time theyd arrived with the rest of their friends, the long tones of the clock marking thearrival of midnight began to toll.

As the last peals of the clock finished, they group exploded in a rousing cheer of Happy NewYear! Here and there, couples marked the arrival of the year with kisses, as for the most part,everyone in relationships saw this new year as emblematic of huge change. Dennis and Chokissed deeply, new love kindling with the promise of something more. Lee and Sarah embracedstill awkward but soft, telling of a new encounter with the promise of something more. Neville andLuna shared a kiss, less romantic but more friendly, symbolic of the fact that everyone here wouldalways be close and there to support each other. Hermione and Ron kissed with a renewed

passion, sealing their commitment on moving forward with the next phase of their marriage.Harry and Ginny kissed, their bodies melded, sharing the energy of new life. Their year had beenmarked by loss, joy and the ultimate renewal.

As was always the case, the Room of Requirement anticipated the needs of the people inside.The lights dimmed and as the New Year arrived, the stars on the ceiling began bursting into alightshow of fireworks and sound. The music began playing Auld Lang Sine and the party goerswere singing along. Dumbledores Army had renewed their commitment to each other and knewthat the D.A. had found a way to express their solidarity.

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The changing over of a new year is an event of renewal and growth. It can also mark a time of

change. The man walked into the foyer of the large mansion. The corners and crevices of theentryway were shadowed in darkness. He walked into a main gallery, where light had notpenetrated in years, save for the flicker of candles surrounding a small figure in the center of theroom. The man walked towards the figure and knelt, his head bowed low.

The time has come. The last of Voldemorts fools have been captured. The figure wasshrouded in a blood red hood and robe. That idiot Voldemort hampered our ascension with hisselfish pursuit of glory and pure blooded nonsense , but now we can proceed.


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The man basked in the glow of the raw power of his patron. His voice was low, supplicating.Perhaps hes unwittingly helped us in our task. The fools are now convinced that they havefaced down the worst evil they will ever face. They are complacent.

The hooded figure looked at its minion. That is true, and I have always been patient. We willdestroy them from within. We will unify the wizarding world and the Minister and his lackeys willhelp us win. Their arrogance will make them unaware. Their compassion will make them weak.Their lack of ruthlessness will paralyze them. Their faith in each other will be their ultimatedefeat.

The man allowed himself a small smile. Truer words had never been spoken and the anticipationof ultimate victory washed over him. His master rose to full height.

You may begin. The end of all things is at hand and there is no one to stop our rise. The manjoined in his masters glee, their laughter echoing through the open space of the gallery. The timewas finally at hand.

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