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The Dark Lord scowled at Wormtail, “Still no word of Nott?”
“My Lord,” Wormtail swallowed nervously, hoping that he would not be taken to account for Nott Sr’s failures, “The Dark Witch has him, and the Snatchers who were with him. The word is that he has been turned over to the Department of Mysteries.”
“What does it matter?” Bellatrix smirked, “Nott is no great loss. We already have what we need from him, and he was not a Secret Keeper...”
“But what of our Army of the Dead?” Voldemort hissed dangerously. “Where do our numbers stand?”
“We are nearing completion... Master,” purred Bellatrix, batting her lashes coquettishly. The Dark Lord relaxed. He knew that his Consort was just buttering him up, but he had to admit that it pleased him greatly when she called him ‘Master.’
“Nott’s team’s contribution was minimal at best,” Bellatrix continued. She gestured towards the enormous flat-screen television, “And in any case, these muggle entertainments have given me an idea for a new breed of Inferi--With my latest modification, Inferi shall be able to pass on the Inferius Curse to the living through their bites... much as Lycans do.”
The Dark Lord’s features altered from an expression which promised danger, to one which indicated malevolent glee.
“Good, good...” Voldemort nodded, his red, slitted eyes narrowing as he stroked his chin and considered the possibilities such magically endowed Inferi presented, “That will do nicely indeed...”
Wormtail quietly let out a sigh of relief. The Dark Lord had been treating him very well and Wormtail much preferred to keep it that way.
~o0o~
Neville found himself under attack from behind by a red haired missile at Teatime the day after he had arrived at Hogwarts while the Unaffiliated all watched in amusement.
“Guess who Neville!” giggled the freckled girl who had her hands covering his eyes.
“Ginny...” Neville beamed.
“Right in one,” Ginny responded happily, firmly planting a wet kiss on her boyfriend’s lips.
“I’m glad you’re back... I missed you,” Neville managed to gasp when Ginny’s lips released his own. He turned pink when he realised that they were the center of attention.
“Hi Ginny! How was Egypt?” asked Harry with a grin.
“You have to tell us all about it!” Hermione exclaimed, her furry ears twitching eagerly.
“Especially about the Mummies,” Harry chortled, just to make it perfectly clear what was at the top of everyone’s minds.
“Oh! Those...” giggled Ginny as she rolled her eyes, “I bet Ron told you that he saved Seamus from twenty of them.”
“Only half a dozen actually,” Hermione smirked.
“Well it was really more like two Mummies,” Ginny answered wryly. “And Ron didn’t so much save Seamus as he did trip over his untied shoelaces while they were being chased. He fell on top of Seamus, accidentally knocking him to the ground out of reach of one of the Mummies which was attacking them.”
“Then the Egyptian tour guide incapacitated the Mummies easily with a spell... it all started when Ron and Seamus snuck into a side-chamber in a pyramid while Mum and Dad weren’t paying attention,” Ginny finished.
They all had a good chuckle, then Ginny spent a few minutes regaling everyone with more tales from the Weasleys’ Egyptian Holiday.
“You should have seen this chamber inside the Sphinx. It was magnificent...” Ginny faltered when she realised that she didn’t know two of the girls sitting with the Unaffiliated--though the one with ash-brown hair seemed familiar.
“Oh, this is Jennifer,” Luna serenely introduced the girl with ebony hair to Ginny. “She just started Hogwarts.”
“Hi,” Jennifer squirmed under Ginny’s puzzled gaze.
“Hello,” Ginny smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare, but you look older than 11.”
“Oh... er... I’m a... l...late-bloomer,” Jennifer stammered. “I’m 15...”
“We’re helping tutor Jennifer,” said Hermione, coming to her rescue, “so that she can at least be prepared for Fourth Year classes when term starts.”
“It’s nice to meet you Jennifer,” Ginny surprised the dark-haired girl with a warm hug. “Welcome to Hogwarts. Did they sort you into a House yet?”
“Er.... I’m going to be Unaffiliated...” Jennifer gulped, reddening slightly.
“Oh... of course....” Ginny smiled perceptively, then she glanced at the girl with light-brown hair. “I suppose you’re a new Unaffiliated too?” Ginny chuckled.
“Heh!” Dora grinned. She had never been formally introduced to the youngest Weasley, but she had seen her around during the school-year and she liked the girl’s good humour and fiery spirit. “Don’tcha recognise me then? How about now?”
Dora’s hair flashed neon purple and Ginny gasped in recognition. “Oh, you’re the Auror from the Triwizard Tournament...”
“Technically I was still in trainin’--but not anymore,” Dora responded. “I decided... it... er... wasn’t really me. So I’m back at Hogwarts for a bit. And yeah, I suppose I am a new Unaffiliated too...” Dora giggled, then she glanced at Harry, not sure how far to go in front of Neville and Ginny.
Harry peered questioningly at Hermione and she purred approvingly. As he glanced around the rest of the table, Parvati, Luna, Daphne, and Fleur, all nodded in turn.
“Er.... Ginny, Neville, you should probably both know that Dora is a member of the Order as well--the Order of the Phoenix I mean,” began Harry. “She was helping to train me--train us--during the Triwiz... and Dora’s a... erm.... really good friend now,” Harry took a deep breath to steel himself.
“We’ve all been practicing spells together,” Harry continued nervously, “I... I can’t really go into detail, but we’re all... er...”
“A Coven...” Ginny snickered. “You’re all a Coven aren’t you?”
Neville gasped and blushed furiously. Covens were rare, but they had a reputation which was as provocative as it was awe inspiring.
“What the...?” gasped Harry in astonishment. “How did you know?”
“Oh please!...” Ginny rolled her eyes and giggled. “I’ve read all about them... and I know you lot too well now! It was bound to happen eventually. It’s obvious how tight you all are...”
“That’s an understatement,” Luna chortled, her furry ears and tail twitching with amusement. Hermione giggled and her fluffy tail quivered mirthfully. Parvati and Fleur smirked while Daphne blushed, palming her face. Of course it was obvious.
“Don’t worry though,” said Ginny. “Your secret’s safe with us. Right Neville?”
“Er... yeah! Of course,” Neville responded quickly, his face still burning.
“Thanks guys,” Harry sighed with relief, glad to have got the embarrassing bit out of the way. “Anyway... we’ve been practicing combat spells and training to fight together for a long time. And... er... well, obviously you're not part of the Coven--but... but still, you're our friends, and I think you should learn how to fight and practice a bit with us...”
After Harry explained that Voldemort was probably going to attack Hogwarts, a strange glint flickered in Neville’s eye.
“The Lestranges... they’ll be with him won’t they?” asked Neville.
“Very likely!” Harry agreed.
“I’m in then,” Neville muttered hoarsely. Ginny gave him a puzzled look.
“The Lestranges...” Neville gulped, his face stricken with grief and anger. “They tortured my parents--until their minds snapped. And now they’re in St Mungo’s--probably forever... they don’t even really know who I am....”
Ginny’s eyes filled with tears and everyone gasped in horror. Neville had never talked about his parents before, and now it was clear why. Harry and Jennifer’s stomachs lurched. It was bad enough to have dead parents, but to imagine them still being alive and not knowing who you were, struck them both as even worse somehow.
~o0o~
Neville and Ginny were blown away by the magic of the Room of Requirement, and they promised to keep its secrets.
Neville was thrashed by the calisthenics the first day of practice. But over the next few days, his stamina improved, and side by side with Ginny, they both rapidly picked up the basics of the combat spells and hand to hand fighting techniques.
Harry wanted to train them in everything, and tried teaching them both how to perform a Patronus Charm. Ginny showed promise, and by her fifth lesson she managed to conjure a Corporeal Patronus, which turned out to be a Mare.
“That’s brilliant Ginny,” Neville said a bit enviously. “I’m still struggling just to generate the basic shield...”
“Don’t worry Neville... You’re doing great...” said Harry encouragingly. “Just keep practicing--you’ll get it eventually! I know you will.”
Harry gave Hermione a pointed look and they both glanced at Ginny. Hermione’s furry tail and ears flicked in understanding. While Neville kept at it, Hermione and Ginny conferred in whispers and giggles. Ginny’s freckles were lost in the crimson flush of her cheeks as she fixated on Hermione’s every word and took mental notes.
“Maybe next time,” Neville sighed glumly when the Unaffiliated concluded the afternoon training session.
“I’m sure you’ll get it then Neville,” Ginny embraced Neville and gave him a kiss. “Come on you... let’s have dinner alone together tonight--just you and me... I have a late birthday present for you.”
“But you already gave me one...” Neville replied in perplex.
“Another late birthday present...” Ginny giggled, wondering how some boys could be so thick.
~o0o~
Neville woke up the next morning and yawned, wishing that he could hold onto the dream a little longer. It had been the best dream that he could ever remember having, and he felt enlivened. At least he had the entire Gryffindor boys’ dormitory to himself. Neville could relieve his invigoration in complete privacy.
He rolled over in his bed and his eyes widened when he saw red hair strewn across the pillow next to him attached to the beaming freckled face and the partially covered nude figure of his girlfriend. Ginny snuggled right up against Neville’s own nakedness and his breathing quickened in excitement.
“It wasn’t just a dream...” Neville murmured giddily.
“Of course not, silly billy!” chortled Ginny. “But you woke too soon. I was just about to try something Hermione told me about to wake you up...”
“Er...?”
Ginny almost lost her nerve seeing Neville peer awkwardly at her, but she and Neville had shagged twice in his bed before passing out last night, giving of themselves to each other for the first time, and she really wanted to try this. Last night had been amazing, and what Hermione had told her about sounded like it would be just as much fun.
Heart beating rapidly in trepidation, Ginny fortified her resolve. Before she could talk herself out of it, Ginny leaned over, wrapped her lips around Neville’s morning erection and began to suck it vigorously and wetly.
~o0o~
Ginny beamed proudly and pounced on her Neville gleefully as Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the Unaffiliated cheered. Neville had finally managed to produce a Corporeal Patronus at the next practice session in the Room of Requirement.
When the ethereal Shire Horse stamped the ground and sauntered over to the silvery spectral Mare, giving it a gentle nudge with its head, Ginny squealed and snogged Neville silly in front of everyone.
“My Lord,” Wormtail swallowed nervously, hoping that he would not be taken to account for Nott Sr’s failures, “The Dark Witch has him, and the Snatchers who were with him. The word is that he has been turned over to the Department of Mysteries.”
“What does it matter?” Bellatrix smirked, “Nott is no great loss. We already have what we need from him, and he was not a Secret Keeper...”
“But what of our Army of the Dead?” Voldemort hissed dangerously. “Where do our numbers stand?”
“We are nearing completion... Master,” purred Bellatrix, batting her lashes coquettishly. The Dark Lord relaxed. He knew that his Consort was just buttering him up, but he had to admit that it pleased him greatly when she called him ‘Master.’
“Nott’s team’s contribution was minimal at best,” Bellatrix continued. She gestured towards the enormous flat-screen television, “And in any case, these muggle entertainments have given me an idea for a new breed of Inferi--With my latest modification, Inferi shall be able to pass on the Inferius Curse to the living through their bites... much as Lycans do.”
The Dark Lord’s features altered from an expression which promised danger, to one which indicated malevolent glee.
“Good, good...” Voldemort nodded, his red, slitted eyes narrowing as he stroked his chin and considered the possibilities such magically endowed Inferi presented, “That will do nicely indeed...”
Wormtail quietly let out a sigh of relief. The Dark Lord had been treating him very well and Wormtail much preferred to keep it that way.
~o0o~
Neville found himself under attack from behind by a red haired missile at Teatime the day after he had arrived at Hogwarts while the Unaffiliated all watched in amusement.
“Guess who Neville!” giggled the freckled girl who had her hands covering his eyes.
“Ginny...” Neville beamed.
“Right in one,” Ginny responded happily, firmly planting a wet kiss on her boyfriend’s lips.
“I’m glad you’re back... I missed you,” Neville managed to gasp when Ginny’s lips released his own. He turned pink when he realised that they were the center of attention.
“Hi Ginny! How was Egypt?” asked Harry with a grin.
“You have to tell us all about it!” Hermione exclaimed, her furry ears twitching eagerly.
“Especially about the Mummies,” Harry chortled, just to make it perfectly clear what was at the top of everyone’s minds.
“Oh! Those...” giggled Ginny as she rolled her eyes, “I bet Ron told you that he saved Seamus from twenty of them.”
“Only half a dozen actually,” Hermione smirked.
“Well it was really more like two Mummies,” Ginny answered wryly. “And Ron didn’t so much save Seamus as he did trip over his untied shoelaces while they were being chased. He fell on top of Seamus, accidentally knocking him to the ground out of reach of one of the Mummies which was attacking them.”
“Then the Egyptian tour guide incapacitated the Mummies easily with a spell... it all started when Ron and Seamus snuck into a side-chamber in a pyramid while Mum and Dad weren’t paying attention,” Ginny finished.
They all had a good chuckle, then Ginny spent a few minutes regaling everyone with more tales from the Weasleys’ Egyptian Holiday.
“You should have seen this chamber inside the Sphinx. It was magnificent...” Ginny faltered when she realised that she didn’t know two of the girls sitting with the Unaffiliated--though the one with ash-brown hair seemed familiar.
“Oh, this is Jennifer,” Luna serenely introduced the girl with ebony hair to Ginny. “She just started Hogwarts.”
“Hi,” Jennifer squirmed under Ginny’s puzzled gaze.
“Hello,” Ginny smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare, but you look older than 11.”
“Oh... er... I’m a... l...late-bloomer,” Jennifer stammered. “I’m 15...”
“We’re helping tutor Jennifer,” said Hermione, coming to her rescue, “so that she can at least be prepared for Fourth Year classes when term starts.”
“It’s nice to meet you Jennifer,” Ginny surprised the dark-haired girl with a warm hug. “Welcome to Hogwarts. Did they sort you into a House yet?”
“Er.... I’m going to be Unaffiliated...” Jennifer gulped, reddening slightly.
“Oh... of course....” Ginny smiled perceptively, then she glanced at the girl with light-brown hair. “I suppose you’re a new Unaffiliated too?” Ginny chuckled.
“Heh!” Dora grinned. She had never been formally introduced to the youngest Weasley, but she had seen her around during the school-year and she liked the girl’s good humour and fiery spirit. “Don’tcha recognise me then? How about now?”
Dora’s hair flashed neon purple and Ginny gasped in recognition. “Oh, you’re the Auror from the Triwizard Tournament...”
“Technically I was still in trainin’--but not anymore,” Dora responded. “I decided... it... er... wasn’t really me. So I’m back at Hogwarts for a bit. And yeah, I suppose I am a new Unaffiliated too...” Dora giggled, then she glanced at Harry, not sure how far to go in front of Neville and Ginny.
Harry peered questioningly at Hermione and she purred approvingly. As he glanced around the rest of the table, Parvati, Luna, Daphne, and Fleur, all nodded in turn.
“Er.... Ginny, Neville, you should probably both know that Dora is a member of the Order as well--the Order of the Phoenix I mean,” began Harry. “She was helping to train me--train us--during the Triwiz... and Dora’s a... erm.... really good friend now,” Harry took a deep breath to steel himself.
“We’ve all been practicing spells together,” Harry continued nervously, “I... I can’t really go into detail, but we’re all... er...”
“A Coven...” Ginny snickered. “You’re all a Coven aren’t you?”
Neville gasped and blushed furiously. Covens were rare, but they had a reputation which was as provocative as it was awe inspiring.
“What the...?” gasped Harry in astonishment. “How did you know?”
“Oh please!...” Ginny rolled her eyes and giggled. “I’ve read all about them... and I know you lot too well now! It was bound to happen eventually. It’s obvious how tight you all are...”
“That’s an understatement,” Luna chortled, her furry ears and tail twitching with amusement. Hermione giggled and her fluffy tail quivered mirthfully. Parvati and Fleur smirked while Daphne blushed, palming her face. Of course it was obvious.
“Don’t worry though,” said Ginny. “Your secret’s safe with us. Right Neville?”
“Er... yeah! Of course,” Neville responded quickly, his face still burning.
“Thanks guys,” Harry sighed with relief, glad to have got the embarrassing bit out of the way. “Anyway... we’ve been practicing combat spells and training to fight together for a long time. And... er... well, obviously you're not part of the Coven--but... but still, you're our friends, and I think you should learn how to fight and practice a bit with us...”
After Harry explained that Voldemort was probably going to attack Hogwarts, a strange glint flickered in Neville’s eye.
“The Lestranges... they’ll be with him won’t they?” asked Neville.
“Very likely!” Harry agreed.
“I’m in then,” Neville muttered hoarsely. Ginny gave him a puzzled look.
“The Lestranges...” Neville gulped, his face stricken with grief and anger. “They tortured my parents--until their minds snapped. And now they’re in St Mungo’s--probably forever... they don’t even really know who I am....”
Ginny’s eyes filled with tears and everyone gasped in horror. Neville had never talked about his parents before, and now it was clear why. Harry and Jennifer’s stomachs lurched. It was bad enough to have dead parents, but to imagine them still being alive and not knowing who you were, struck them both as even worse somehow.
~o0o~
Neville and Ginny were blown away by the magic of the Room of Requirement, and they promised to keep its secrets.
Neville was thrashed by the calisthenics the first day of practice. But over the next few days, his stamina improved, and side by side with Ginny, they both rapidly picked up the basics of the combat spells and hand to hand fighting techniques.
Harry wanted to train them in everything, and tried teaching them both how to perform a Patronus Charm. Ginny showed promise, and by her fifth lesson she managed to conjure a Corporeal Patronus, which turned out to be a Mare.
“That’s brilliant Ginny,” Neville said a bit enviously. “I’m still struggling just to generate the basic shield...”
“Don’t worry Neville... You’re doing great...” said Harry encouragingly. “Just keep practicing--you’ll get it eventually! I know you will.”
Harry gave Hermione a pointed look and they both glanced at Ginny. Hermione’s furry tail and ears flicked in understanding. While Neville kept at it, Hermione and Ginny conferred in whispers and giggles. Ginny’s freckles were lost in the crimson flush of her cheeks as she fixated on Hermione’s every word and took mental notes.
“Maybe next time,” Neville sighed glumly when the Unaffiliated concluded the afternoon training session.
“I’m sure you’ll get it then Neville,” Ginny embraced Neville and gave him a kiss. “Come on you... let’s have dinner alone together tonight--just you and me... I have a late birthday present for you.”
“But you already gave me one...” Neville replied in perplex.
“Another late birthday present...” Ginny giggled, wondering how some boys could be so thick.
~o0o~
Neville woke up the next morning and yawned, wishing that he could hold onto the dream a little longer. It had been the best dream that he could ever remember having, and he felt enlivened. At least he had the entire Gryffindor boys’ dormitory to himself. Neville could relieve his invigoration in complete privacy.
He rolled over in his bed and his eyes widened when he saw red hair strewn across the pillow next to him attached to the beaming freckled face and the partially covered nude figure of his girlfriend. Ginny snuggled right up against Neville’s own nakedness and his breathing quickened in excitement.
“It wasn’t just a dream...” Neville murmured giddily.
“Of course not, silly billy!” chortled Ginny. “But you woke too soon. I was just about to try something Hermione told me about to wake you up...”
“Er...?”
Ginny almost lost her nerve seeing Neville peer awkwardly at her, but she and Neville had shagged twice in his bed before passing out last night, giving of themselves to each other for the first time, and she really wanted to try this. Last night had been amazing, and what Hermione had told her about sounded like it would be just as much fun.
Heart beating rapidly in trepidation, Ginny fortified her resolve. Before she could talk herself out of it, Ginny leaned over, wrapped her lips around Neville’s morning erection and began to suck it vigorously and wetly.
~o0o~
Ginny beamed proudly and pounced on her Neville gleefully as Harry, Hermione, and the rest of the Unaffiliated cheered. Neville had finally managed to produce a Corporeal Patronus at the next practice session in the Room of Requirement.
When the ethereal Shire Horse stamped the ground and sauntered over to the silvery spectral Mare, giving it a gentle nudge with its head, Ginny squealed and snogged Neville silly in front of everyone.
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