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16. What the hell is normal, anyway?
Harry Potter and Nymmy Tonks walked quietly back into the house after being outside with Luna and Hermione. The discussion that they had, while enlightening on many folds, still left many unanswered questions as to the dynamic of the relationships, going forward. Harry, for his part clearly understood many things, now. He was hopelessly in love with Nymmy. He was also, unfortunately, in love with Hermione and Luna, as well.
Luna had been a sound foundation for Harry in many ways. When he fell apart, she clearly was one to take the initiative and had fortunately shown his true friends that she was completely lucid. She was so loyal it was almost insanity to think that she wasn't placed in Hufflepuff, if it wasn't that she was so clearly brilliant. Harry had always known this. It was because of the clear compassion that she had shown towards him and her open and honest; if not somewhat aloof means of communication that he had decided to take her blood oath completely serious and then the dynamic of his relationship clearly changed when she held him early today at her house. He couldn't deny that she clearly had much deeper feelings for her than she had even mentioned in her letters. She had signed then, love Luna, of course, but that was, now clearly, evident.
Harry was completely confused about what to do for Hermione. He had feelings for her for such a long time. He had hidden them, because of his stupid loyalty to someone who had betrayed; not only him, but Hermione as well. Ron had called dibs, and while Harry had never been permitted to have anything that even remotely resembled friends while sentenced to the initial ten years of incarceration with the Dursleys, he had to choose, and unfortunately chose poorly. He chose to let Ronald pursue her, and watched longingly in the background.
Harry loved Hermione as much as he could ever love another human being. She was able to look into his eyes and would immediately know what he was thinking without so much as a single utterance. He was able to read her just as easily. She had been clear with each and every conversation that they had together. The only thing that had remained a mystery to him was the fact that if the relationship that he had with her was such an open book, then why was it that neither of them spoke of how they felt about the other. He knew the answer now. Neither of them had ever had any friends. Harry because of the Dursleys and Hermione because of being an overly intelligent and somewhat strict "Know-it-all" although he had to admit to himself that he wouldn't of had her any other way.
He knew how to play his roles, and had known so for such a long time that they were second nature. He was subservient to the Dursleys, and was slightly slow to catch on when at school. He continued to down play his marks out of force of habit, however since going to that FREAK school, his aunt and uncle never demanded to know anything of what he did whilst he was away.
Having Nymmy back in his life had brought with that memories that had been so deeply repressed; that once freed, had changed him in many ways. He was losing control of himself. This was something that in a fight might prove to be fatal. He understood this, and was doing as much as he could to get a reign onto the feelings that he had struggled with in his early life. Now, however, he had support with both Nymmy and with Luna. He was curious as to how Hermione would figure into this and if the feelings that he had were really returned at all or just simply the remnants of feelings that she had once started to question that resurfaced once the Amortentia had worn off.
Harry was lost deep in thought of what might have been should his supposed friends, Ron and Ginny, made different choices. Would he have had a relationship with Hermione, and would it have worked out. If he had a relationship with Hermione, what would have become of Nymmy, or even Luna? Would Harry have been as tolerant of Luna's peculiar way of dealing with people had that relationship budded early? Then he thought of Luna. Luna had been his one successful date, that may have led to more but again, thanks to Ginny, that didn't work out.
Eating dinner had been a relatively quiet affair. They had broiled white fish with steamed vegetables and a light salad of tossed and mixed greens with a vinaigrette dressing. The entire time, Andromeda and Ted sat watching the other four quietly. They noticed that under the table, Harry and Nymmy were holding hands while eating with the free ones. Hermione ate in complete silence, while Luna sat quiet smiling to her self while looking and both Nymmy and Harry. This particular person had confused and confounded them. She was a mystery and decided that while she was visiting that they would keep a close eye on her.
"Listen," Harry started, and at once every eye was on him. Having acknowledged this he looked over at Nymmy first. "With all of the drama that we've had today, I'd like to just sit down and watch something funny on the television, maybe a movie, if that's alright?"
With that being said, he looked deep into Nymmy's eyes and saw a mischievous glint in her eyes. Immediately he began to worry, because when she looked like that he knew that he would either love what she had planned or worried at the ramifications of what the evening would bring.
"I think that after dinner I would like to go out dancing. What about you lot?"
"Nymmy I don't dance."
"Everyone dances."
"Not me." Harry said, thinking that he had closed the argument.
"I beg to differ, and furthermore, you will be coming, with us and you will be dancing. I will hear nothing more to it."
"We'll tag along, as well." Andromeda put in.
"Mum, it's my call and it will be my type of music." Nymmy warned.
"On second thought..." Ted said looking worriedly at his wife.
"Enough said, you ladies," Andromeda said looking at the three young women at the table, "And gentlemen enjoy yourself."
"Yes, mum, we will." Nymmy said smiling brightly and standing up. Quickly she took Hermione's hand, and then Luna's and proceeded to drag them, much as she always did Harry, upstairs.
"OK, Tonks, what's the deal?" Hermione said, nervously.
"We're going out... Muggle club... for dancing and drinks... and fun. It is going to be a nice normal night out to relax and enjoy ourselves. No waltzing or foxtrot, just simple everyday ordinary dancing that regular people do to have fun. Something that Harry and guessing by the looks on your faces, you have never been exposed to."
"But..."
"No buts, Hermione," and with that Tonks quickly points her wands at the younger witch and begins to transfigure her outfit into an outrageous gothic dress. It was a black silk low-cut and lace edged dress that showing off Hermione's ample C-cup breasts. The length was just down to her ankles. Her shoes were quickly changed, as well. What she saw was black leather boots with three inch heels.
Turning towards Luna, she noticed that Luna had already started transfiguring her own clothes, although instead of a dress, she chose a similar style with a skirt in black silk and lace, however she chose a tight white blouse which showed off her smaller perky breasts and lithe frame.
Tonks quickly went to her closet and chose a white tank top shirt, pair of jeans, and a black leather biker jacket with silver zippers and buckles. She dawned a pare of Doc Marten boots, and them looking back up at the other two, saw the questioning looks in their eyes.
"What?"
"Well, we appear to be over dressed whereas you look like you're ready to jump onto a motorcycle. Care to explain?"
"We're going to a gothic and industrial club in muggle London. This is how I always dress, while I thought that you two beautiful ladies would look much better in the complete gothic attire than I would. I've never been one for dresses, and I can be a little more cautious and ready, should something happen while we're out and about. As far as your attire is concerned, both of you are absolutely gorgeous in completely different ways. The type of club we're going to caters to people whom tend to be more on the outlandish of appearances and I thought that you might have fun being a little different, this evening. I'm going to go help Harry get ready. The two of you need to work out your make up and hair styles for the evening." Tonks finally finished almost running out of breath.
She quickly existed and went back down stairs, grabbing Harry's hand, tightly, she began to immediately drag him off. She rushed passed her own bedroom door, pushed open his door and quickly closed it behind them. Harry was aghast for just the briefest of moments. Taking in this interesting look that Nymmy was sporting. She hadn't changed her appearance at all so it was the long flowing twists and curls of her hair and pale skin going against the contrast of black, blue and white. She looked relaxed but determined. Quickly she grabbed clothes out of his wardrobe. A black acromatula silk mock turtle neck with matching black trousers.
"Get dressed, quickly Harry, we only have about an hour to spare." She said looking at the bedside clock and noticing that the hour was quickly approaching ten in the evening.
Harry for his part dressed quickly. He was shocked however at what Nymmy did next. With a few wand movements his wind swept hair was completely immobile, and stayed in a frozen state of rebellion. She, very discretely added a few more, and when she was done, smiled broadly. She handed him a conjured hand mirror, and allowed him the opportunity to gaze at her living and breathing walked piece of art.
His hair was up in all angles, but looked rather nice, he thought. That wasn't what really caused the concern, however. His skin was now deathly pale, and she had taken liberties with makeup. His brilliant emerald green eyes stared back at him alarmingly against the deep charcoal and black make up that surround his eyes. She had also thickened his lashes and used a eye-liner which made them stand out even more prominently. His lips were also a deathly shade of a pale pink. Had Harry ever seen a vampire, he would expect that it would look much as he did now.
"We're done, let's go." She said smiling, both brightly and seductively.
"Bloody hell, Nymmy, go where? Dressed like this? Oh bloody Merlin!"
"You'll have fun, and wait until you see the the rest of your girls." She said, smirking at him immediately knowing that he would protest, but not giving him the opportunity.
Upon exit, Harry was told to wait downstairs, and to his horror, Andromeda and Ted were waiting downstairs. He immediately blushed at their looks before he sat down and waited patiently. This patience didn't come without the occasional snide comment that Andromeda made, in all good fun. Ted couldn't hold back either, and being the rather quiet one, laughed at what he could only think to be his son to be.
Harry looked up at the sound coming from the stairs and his eyes attempted to rebel against him all at once. He could not take them away from the three ravishing beauties that gracefully glided down the stair. While Harry's eyes were done in shades of black, Hermione's were just as equally as drastic in shades of brown, while Luna's were done in shades of blue. They were simply gorgeous and Harry was finding parts of himself, further south of the border, rebelling against his gentlemanly sensibilities.
The club they entered was otherworldly with its pitch black walls, and archways. The lights flashed and pulsed to the beat of the music within and the many people there were dressed in similar fashions as they were. That did not mean, however that the four of them did not stand out, and Harry had been approached many times during the evening by both female and males alike, hoping to catch his eyes. Nymmy was still very territorial, and would shoo away the competition.
The drinks were flowing, one into the next, whether it was a fruity cocktail, or pints of bitter. They laughed and compared the concoctions that they imbibed. The one thing that was consistent in the evening was the music and friendship.
Harry, Hermione, Luna and Nymmy were approached over and over, again and again by potential suitors. They laughed and giggled, and while never rude politely declined the obvious intents of those seeking company. Anytime that someone would approach, Nymmy was more than inclined to pluck up the courage to show her claims were laid at this table and to bloody well bugger off.
"You're so mean." Harry said, trying desperately to hold back his laughter, which caused another evil glint in her eyes and she immediately grabbed hold of him and dragged him forcefully to the dance floor.
"You still love me." Nymmy said with a wicked grin.
"I never said that I didn't, love." He said giving her a deep probing kiss, each tongue seeking the other. When they finished there were many dejected onlookers whom went to seek other companionship.
At first he had horrible visions of the Yule Ball and that failure of a night of dancing with Padma Patil. However the rhythmic beats and electro sounds proved to be overwhelmingly seductive and soon. Looking around at the others dancing, he realized that it wasn't a formalized affair. While many of the solitary dancers had routines that they swayed and undulated themselves to, the steps in and of themselves were relatively simple to mimic and fit the music perfectly.
When the song ended, he switched partners with a smile over to Hermione, whom was just as eager to dance with him as some of the others, however not intimidated or apprehensive. She knew that he would never reject her. The one thing that she was worried about was losing him, and she knew that would never be the case with Harry. She swayed with him wrapped tightly and safely in his arms. She noticed that he, indeed, filled out much more this summer than the ones prior and had grown in height as well. She rested her head gently on his shoulder and simply enjoyed the moment.
"'Mione?"
"Hmmm?" She said absently.
"You're staring." He said with a smirk.
"I've just never seen you so happy, is all." She said, swaying to the music, her arms wrapped around his next as his around her waste.
"Well, you know this isn't half bad, but don't tell Nymmy that. As long as it's not structured or formal and I can do what I want, it is fun." He said with a grin.
Luna came next to the dance floor and laid claim to his dance card. The usual dreamy look in her eyes was as present as ever and the whirling pools of blue captivated Harry. He saw her as someone who was on a mission, this evening, and that mission was to ensure that Harry James Potter had fun. Harry smiled brightly at her and she noticeably relaxed at that.
"Bend down here, Harry." She said, smiling up at him, and when he complied she kissed him lightly on the very tip of his nose. Looking in his eyes, she saw the wonder and speculative unasked questions in his eyes as he couldn't break from sight of her. "Better, Harry?"
"Loads better, thanks Luna." He said, still swaying with her. He couldn't help but feel better when he was close to her.
Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ronald Weasley's Cell
"Bloody fucking hell!!!!!" Jonathan screamed at the top of his lungs.
To say that he found himself in a blind frenzied rage would be to put things mildly. All of his plans fell to the ground at that moment and he had to search for a way to fix this and do so quickly. His looked at the blank stair of Rowena Weasley and although he relaxed slightly when he noticed the rise and fall of her chest, the damage had clearly been done.
Waving his wand over the girl, now, in an intricate pattern caused a frown to crease his visage. The diagnostic spell he ran showed clear brain damage and a cracked skull. She was also suffering from bloody loss, with the blow to the top of her head. Fortunately she was a clotter, and hadn't merely bled to death in the cell. He thanked his resourcefulness every day that he had placed Confundus charms on the cells before leaving each and every time. Had someone come to investigate, he would have certainly been nailed on abuse charges.
While he wasn't the most skilled of healers, he did immediately began by releasing the silk strand when suspended her, while maintaining a levitation spell to ensure that she wasn't torn anywhere. He carefully laid her atop a cushioning spell and threw a few quick Scourgify spells to clean up the blood.
Once this was done, Jonathan reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a small golden sphere, and threw it forcefully into the furthest wall from the front door of the cell. A fireplace erupted at the point of impact with green flames already bursting from beneath the mantle.
"What is the meaning of this interruption, Jonathan?" A cold voice rushed into the small room, and bounced off of the walls, causing Jonathan's knees to give out until he, himself, was in the prone subservient position. He trembled at his master's anger, knowing the force and power that came from the man who spoke.
"The Weasley girl Rowena has done herself damage, master. It's beyond my control at this point." He said meekly, never raising his head from the floor.
"What?!" His master bellowed, walking forward through the green flames. Jonathan felt more than saw the visible aura of his master. With a rush of raw magic, Jonathan found himself unmoved but now completely naked. In front of him, a cat-o-nine tails wad dropped, which he quickly picked up. "Suffer for your impotence, Jonathan, now."
Jonathan quickly grabbed the whip, never raising his eyes to meet those of his master. He looked at it and saw the sharp and jagged rocks that had been woven into the leather. Quickly turning his back on his master, he flung the whip with as much force as possible causing stars to burst into his sight as it made contact with his back. He did this over and over, again and again. The gorges in his back added to the many scars there. The blood flowed free, down his ass and onto the floor, and never once did he story in the frequency nor force of any of the blows.
"Jonathan." His masters cold voice sent chills down his spine.
"Yes master?"
"Prepare the other Weasley girl. The time for our ritual is at hand."
"As you command."
Harry Potter and Nymmy Tonks walked quietly back into the house after being outside with Luna and Hermione. The discussion that they had, while enlightening on many folds, still left many unanswered questions as to the dynamic of the relationships, going forward. Harry, for his part clearly understood many things, now. He was hopelessly in love with Nymmy. He was also, unfortunately, in love with Hermione and Luna, as well.
Luna had been a sound foundation for Harry in many ways. When he fell apart, she clearly was one to take the initiative and had fortunately shown his true friends that she was completely lucid. She was so loyal it was almost insanity to think that she wasn't placed in Hufflepuff, if it wasn't that she was so clearly brilliant. Harry had always known this. It was because of the clear compassion that she had shown towards him and her open and honest; if not somewhat aloof means of communication that he had decided to take her blood oath completely serious and then the dynamic of his relationship clearly changed when she held him early today at her house. He couldn't deny that she clearly had much deeper feelings for her than she had even mentioned in her letters. She had signed then, love Luna, of course, but that was, now clearly, evident.
Harry was completely confused about what to do for Hermione. He had feelings for her for such a long time. He had hidden them, because of his stupid loyalty to someone who had betrayed; not only him, but Hermione as well. Ron had called dibs, and while Harry had never been permitted to have anything that even remotely resembled friends while sentenced to the initial ten years of incarceration with the Dursleys, he had to choose, and unfortunately chose poorly. He chose to let Ronald pursue her, and watched longingly in the background.
Harry loved Hermione as much as he could ever love another human being. She was able to look into his eyes and would immediately know what he was thinking without so much as a single utterance. He was able to read her just as easily. She had been clear with each and every conversation that they had together. The only thing that had remained a mystery to him was the fact that if the relationship that he had with her was such an open book, then why was it that neither of them spoke of how they felt about the other. He knew the answer now. Neither of them had ever had any friends. Harry because of the Dursleys and Hermione because of being an overly intelligent and somewhat strict "Know-it-all" although he had to admit to himself that he wouldn't of had her any other way.
He knew how to play his roles, and had known so for such a long time that they were second nature. He was subservient to the Dursleys, and was slightly slow to catch on when at school. He continued to down play his marks out of force of habit, however since going to that FREAK school, his aunt and uncle never demanded to know anything of what he did whilst he was away.
Having Nymmy back in his life had brought with that memories that had been so deeply repressed; that once freed, had changed him in many ways. He was losing control of himself. This was something that in a fight might prove to be fatal. He understood this, and was doing as much as he could to get a reign onto the feelings that he had struggled with in his early life. Now, however, he had support with both Nymmy and with Luna. He was curious as to how Hermione would figure into this and if the feelings that he had were really returned at all or just simply the remnants of feelings that she had once started to question that resurfaced once the Amortentia had worn off.
Harry was lost deep in thought of what might have been should his supposed friends, Ron and Ginny, made different choices. Would he have had a relationship with Hermione, and would it have worked out. If he had a relationship with Hermione, what would have become of Nymmy, or even Luna? Would Harry have been as tolerant of Luna's peculiar way of dealing with people had that relationship budded early? Then he thought of Luna. Luna had been his one successful date, that may have led to more but again, thanks to Ginny, that didn't work out.
Eating dinner had been a relatively quiet affair. They had broiled white fish with steamed vegetables and a light salad of tossed and mixed greens with a vinaigrette dressing. The entire time, Andromeda and Ted sat watching the other four quietly. They noticed that under the table, Harry and Nymmy were holding hands while eating with the free ones. Hermione ate in complete silence, while Luna sat quiet smiling to her self while looking and both Nymmy and Harry. This particular person had confused and confounded them. She was a mystery and decided that while she was visiting that they would keep a close eye on her.
"Listen," Harry started, and at once every eye was on him. Having acknowledged this he looked over at Nymmy first. "With all of the drama that we've had today, I'd like to just sit down and watch something funny on the television, maybe a movie, if that's alright?"
With that being said, he looked deep into Nymmy's eyes and saw a mischievous glint in her eyes. Immediately he began to worry, because when she looked like that he knew that he would either love what she had planned or worried at the ramifications of what the evening would bring.
"I think that after dinner I would like to go out dancing. What about you lot?"
"Nymmy I don't dance."
"Everyone dances."
"Not me." Harry said, thinking that he had closed the argument.
"I beg to differ, and furthermore, you will be coming, with us and you will be dancing. I will hear nothing more to it."
"We'll tag along, as well." Andromeda put in.
"Mum, it's my call and it will be my type of music." Nymmy warned.
"On second thought..." Ted said looking worriedly at his wife.
"Enough said, you ladies," Andromeda said looking at the three young women at the table, "And gentlemen enjoy yourself."
"Yes, mum, we will." Nymmy said smiling brightly and standing up. Quickly she took Hermione's hand, and then Luna's and proceeded to drag them, much as she always did Harry, upstairs.
"OK, Tonks, what's the deal?" Hermione said, nervously.
"We're going out... Muggle club... for dancing and drinks... and fun. It is going to be a nice normal night out to relax and enjoy ourselves. No waltzing or foxtrot, just simple everyday ordinary dancing that regular people do to have fun. Something that Harry and guessing by the looks on your faces, you have never been exposed to."
"But..."
"No buts, Hermione," and with that Tonks quickly points her wands at the younger witch and begins to transfigure her outfit into an outrageous gothic dress. It was a black silk low-cut and lace edged dress that showing off Hermione's ample C-cup breasts. The length was just down to her ankles. Her shoes were quickly changed, as well. What she saw was black leather boots with three inch heels.
Turning towards Luna, she noticed that Luna had already started transfiguring her own clothes, although instead of a dress, she chose a similar style with a skirt in black silk and lace, however she chose a tight white blouse which showed off her smaller perky breasts and lithe frame.
Tonks quickly went to her closet and chose a white tank top shirt, pair of jeans, and a black leather biker jacket with silver zippers and buckles. She dawned a pare of Doc Marten boots, and them looking back up at the other two, saw the questioning looks in their eyes.
"What?"
"Well, we appear to be over dressed whereas you look like you're ready to jump onto a motorcycle. Care to explain?"
"We're going to a gothic and industrial club in muggle London. This is how I always dress, while I thought that you two beautiful ladies would look much better in the complete gothic attire than I would. I've never been one for dresses, and I can be a little more cautious and ready, should something happen while we're out and about. As far as your attire is concerned, both of you are absolutely gorgeous in completely different ways. The type of club we're going to caters to people whom tend to be more on the outlandish of appearances and I thought that you might have fun being a little different, this evening. I'm going to go help Harry get ready. The two of you need to work out your make up and hair styles for the evening." Tonks finally finished almost running out of breath.
She quickly existed and went back down stairs, grabbing Harry's hand, tightly, she began to immediately drag him off. She rushed passed her own bedroom door, pushed open his door and quickly closed it behind them. Harry was aghast for just the briefest of moments. Taking in this interesting look that Nymmy was sporting. She hadn't changed her appearance at all so it was the long flowing twists and curls of her hair and pale skin going against the contrast of black, blue and white. She looked relaxed but determined. Quickly she grabbed clothes out of his wardrobe. A black acromatula silk mock turtle neck with matching black trousers.
"Get dressed, quickly Harry, we only have about an hour to spare." She said looking at the bedside clock and noticing that the hour was quickly approaching ten in the evening.
Harry for his part dressed quickly. He was shocked however at what Nymmy did next. With a few wand movements his wind swept hair was completely immobile, and stayed in a frozen state of rebellion. She, very discretely added a few more, and when she was done, smiled broadly. She handed him a conjured hand mirror, and allowed him the opportunity to gaze at her living and breathing walked piece of art.
His hair was up in all angles, but looked rather nice, he thought. That wasn't what really caused the concern, however. His skin was now deathly pale, and she had taken liberties with makeup. His brilliant emerald green eyes stared back at him alarmingly against the deep charcoal and black make up that surround his eyes. She had also thickened his lashes and used a eye-liner which made them stand out even more prominently. His lips were also a deathly shade of a pale pink. Had Harry ever seen a vampire, he would expect that it would look much as he did now.
"We're done, let's go." She said smiling, both brightly and seductively.
"Bloody hell, Nymmy, go where? Dressed like this? Oh bloody Merlin!"
"You'll have fun, and wait until you see the the rest of your girls." She said, smirking at him immediately knowing that he would protest, but not giving him the opportunity.
Upon exit, Harry was told to wait downstairs, and to his horror, Andromeda and Ted were waiting downstairs. He immediately blushed at their looks before he sat down and waited patiently. This patience didn't come without the occasional snide comment that Andromeda made, in all good fun. Ted couldn't hold back either, and being the rather quiet one, laughed at what he could only think to be his son to be.
Harry looked up at the sound coming from the stairs and his eyes attempted to rebel against him all at once. He could not take them away from the three ravishing beauties that gracefully glided down the stair. While Harry's eyes were done in shades of black, Hermione's were just as equally as drastic in shades of brown, while Luna's were done in shades of blue. They were simply gorgeous and Harry was finding parts of himself, further south of the border, rebelling against his gentlemanly sensibilities.
The club they entered was otherworldly with its pitch black walls, and archways. The lights flashed and pulsed to the beat of the music within and the many people there were dressed in similar fashions as they were. That did not mean, however that the four of them did not stand out, and Harry had been approached many times during the evening by both female and males alike, hoping to catch his eyes. Nymmy was still very territorial, and would shoo away the competition.
The drinks were flowing, one into the next, whether it was a fruity cocktail, or pints of bitter. They laughed and compared the concoctions that they imbibed. The one thing that was consistent in the evening was the music and friendship.
Harry, Hermione, Luna and Nymmy were approached over and over, again and again by potential suitors. They laughed and giggled, and while never rude politely declined the obvious intents of those seeking company. Anytime that someone would approach, Nymmy was more than inclined to pluck up the courage to show her claims were laid at this table and to bloody well bugger off.
"You're so mean." Harry said, trying desperately to hold back his laughter, which caused another evil glint in her eyes and she immediately grabbed hold of him and dragged him forcefully to the dance floor.
"You still love me." Nymmy said with a wicked grin.
"I never said that I didn't, love." He said giving her a deep probing kiss, each tongue seeking the other. When they finished there were many dejected onlookers whom went to seek other companionship.
At first he had horrible visions of the Yule Ball and that failure of a night of dancing with Padma Patil. However the rhythmic beats and electro sounds proved to be overwhelmingly seductive and soon. Looking around at the others dancing, he realized that it wasn't a formalized affair. While many of the solitary dancers had routines that they swayed and undulated themselves to, the steps in and of themselves were relatively simple to mimic and fit the music perfectly.
When the song ended, he switched partners with a smile over to Hermione, whom was just as eager to dance with him as some of the others, however not intimidated or apprehensive. She knew that he would never reject her. The one thing that she was worried about was losing him, and she knew that would never be the case with Harry. She swayed with him wrapped tightly and safely in his arms. She noticed that he, indeed, filled out much more this summer than the ones prior and had grown in height as well. She rested her head gently on his shoulder and simply enjoyed the moment.
"'Mione?"
"Hmmm?" She said absently.
"You're staring." He said with a smirk.
"I've just never seen you so happy, is all." She said, swaying to the music, her arms wrapped around his next as his around her waste.
"Well, you know this isn't half bad, but don't tell Nymmy that. As long as it's not structured or formal and I can do what I want, it is fun." He said with a grin.
Luna came next to the dance floor and laid claim to his dance card. The usual dreamy look in her eyes was as present as ever and the whirling pools of blue captivated Harry. He saw her as someone who was on a mission, this evening, and that mission was to ensure that Harry James Potter had fun. Harry smiled brightly at her and she noticeably relaxed at that.
"Bend down here, Harry." She said, smiling up at him, and when he complied she kissed him lightly on the very tip of his nose. Looking in his eyes, she saw the wonder and speculative unasked questions in his eyes as he couldn't break from sight of her. "Better, Harry?"
"Loads better, thanks Luna." He said, still swaying with her. He couldn't help but feel better when he was close to her.
Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ronald Weasley's Cell
"Bloody fucking hell!!!!!" Jonathan screamed at the top of his lungs.
To say that he found himself in a blind frenzied rage would be to put things mildly. All of his plans fell to the ground at that moment and he had to search for a way to fix this and do so quickly. His looked at the blank stair of Rowena Weasley and although he relaxed slightly when he noticed the rise and fall of her chest, the damage had clearly been done.
Waving his wand over the girl, now, in an intricate pattern caused a frown to crease his visage. The diagnostic spell he ran showed clear brain damage and a cracked skull. She was also suffering from bloody loss, with the blow to the top of her head. Fortunately she was a clotter, and hadn't merely bled to death in the cell. He thanked his resourcefulness every day that he had placed Confundus charms on the cells before leaving each and every time. Had someone come to investigate, he would have certainly been nailed on abuse charges.
While he wasn't the most skilled of healers, he did immediately began by releasing the silk strand when suspended her, while maintaining a levitation spell to ensure that she wasn't torn anywhere. He carefully laid her atop a cushioning spell and threw a few quick Scourgify spells to clean up the blood.
Once this was done, Jonathan reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a small golden sphere, and threw it forcefully into the furthest wall from the front door of the cell. A fireplace erupted at the point of impact with green flames already bursting from beneath the mantle.
"What is the meaning of this interruption, Jonathan?" A cold voice rushed into the small room, and bounced off of the walls, causing Jonathan's knees to give out until he, himself, was in the prone subservient position. He trembled at his master's anger, knowing the force and power that came from the man who spoke.
"The Weasley girl Rowena has done herself damage, master. It's beyond my control at this point." He said meekly, never raising his head from the floor.
"What?!" His master bellowed, walking forward through the green flames. Jonathan felt more than saw the visible aura of his master. With a rush of raw magic, Jonathan found himself unmoved but now completely naked. In front of him, a cat-o-nine tails wad dropped, which he quickly picked up. "Suffer for your impotence, Jonathan, now."
Jonathan quickly grabbed the whip, never raising his eyes to meet those of his master. He looked at it and saw the sharp and jagged rocks that had been woven into the leather. Quickly turning his back on his master, he flung the whip with as much force as possible causing stars to burst into his sight as it made contact with his back. He did this over and over, again and again. The gorges in his back added to the many scars there. The blood flowed free, down his ass and onto the floor, and never once did he story in the frequency nor force of any of the blows.
"Jonathan." His masters cold voice sent chills down his spine.
"Yes master?"
"Prepare the other Weasley girl. The time for our ritual is at hand."
"As you command."
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