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19. Hell is a Bouncing Ferret
Harry Potter was on a mission, with three very beautiful and fun young ladies. However this mission, which he had chosen and volunteered to be on was one that was filled with utter disappointment. The objective was to obtain a present for Neville.
The problem with that objective was that while Harry did consider Neville a good friend, that he really didn't know the boy all too well. He knew that he had a stellar knack for Herbology, and was a crack shot in Defense against the dark arts when pushed into a corner.
Harry was pulled in each and every direction, and this was becoming rather bothersome to him having his three wives with him as they were so dissimilar from one another. Hermione wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts and suggested getting Neville Gottschalks guide to Herbology. Harry thought that was a decent idea, recalling Neville mentioning that particular volume while he was preparing for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament during his fourth year at Hogwarts.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned, quickly getting his attention. "It's a hundred galleons."
"WOW, for a book?"
"Well it is an original edition, and it's signed by the author as well."
"Well, that would be perfect for Neville." Luna chimed in from behind Harry's ear. Harry had been giving her a piggy back ride during their entire stroll through Diagon Alley. Right at this particular time she was squirming on his back.
"Luna, sweety, you're distracting me and..." Before he could say another word, Harry lost his footing, and began to fall backwards. Fortunately, for Luna at this point in time, everything from Harry's perspective slowed down, and he twisted against the gravity falling face forward with a loud resounding thump. "OOF!"
Luna at this point, relinquished Harry and quickly helped her husband to his feet. He was alright, of course, it was the ground that had broken his fall and looked quite cross and this unfortunate impact.
"Luna, Nymmy, before we go, I want every defense book that we don't currently have, as well as a complete set of Sixth year text, and two complete seventh year text for Mione and me. We're going to have to cram a lot of work after tomorrow and this isn't exactly going to be a walk in the park."
"Harry, aren't we planning on returning to Hogwarts anyhow?"
"It really depends on whether or not the Board of Governor s decide to allow the school to be re-opened." Luna chimed in.
"It will re-open, however I'm not sure that it will be the best place for us. We'll have to wait and see. The bottom line is we'll need to train, so make it quick ladies, I'd like to get a battle cloak and a dragon wand holster for Neville."
"That's a excellent idea, Harry." Hermione said, before making a mad dash for tomes upon tomes awaiting her.
One hour later, and a few hundred galleons lighter, Harry and entourage made it out of the book store and into the Alley again. A quick stop at Olivanders, brought things into focus for Harry, forgetting that the old wand maker hadn't been seen for quite some time. He then dragged everyone to Madame Malkins to Order the Cloak, and was advised it would be ready within the hour.
"We're going to be cutting it close, Harry. The party starts in two more hours." Nymmy said as they stepped back into Diagon Alley.
That is when it happened. The big it. The mysterious it that always and eventually happens when you're Harry James Potter, boy-who-lived. Harry just happened to be looking up at the strange black clouds in the sky when twenty death eaters arrived via portkey right in front of them. The one just a few feet in front of Harry was unmistakably Lucius Malfoy, as his platinum blonde hair was exposed cascading down his shoulders.
"Well if it isn't Potter and his whores!" Lucius sneered at him before he continued. "Rudolphus! Rastiban! Antonin! It appears that we've earned our Christmas bonus early."
"Uncle Lucy, that's no way to talk to family. Where's the love?" Harry joked, but at the same point, took position in front of his ladies. Luna jumped back into position atop Harry's back, and pulled her wand from behind her ear and pointed it quickly at Lucius.
"You're no family of mine."
"Oh, I quite disagree, since I'm married to Nymmy here, and she is Andromeda's daughter, who in turn is Narcissa older sister. Surely someone as particularly dimwitted as your self can obviously see the connection."
"Potter..."
"Come now, Uncle Lucy, give us a hug. Congratulate us!" Nymmy chimed in with the egging.
"How dare y..." Lucius started, but Harry heard Luna quickly mutter a spell that he remembered seeing performed two years earlier on another Malfoy , and nearly choked on his laughter as he watched the father take the same transfigured form as the son.
Harry's eyes followed Luna's wand movements and all the death eaters stood in utter shock as the mission commander, now a very blond ferret bounced back and fourth and finally landed down the pants of a very put out looking Rodolphus Lestrange.
Grabbing his wives quickly, Harry brought up the same emerald green shield that he had earlier at the bank as he heard nineteen death eaters scream AVADA KEDAVRA at once. To their shock, the spells simply joined the shield, doing nothing to their intended target.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Antonin Dolohov screamed, as he fired the spell over and over and again and again to no avail. Harry and company simply smirked at the group before walking forward. As Harry's shield came in contact with the closest of the death eaters, they began to fall, one at a time. Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus and Rastaban Lestrange were the first to come in contact. Without a warning, they heard the sounds of emergency portkey being utilized.
What they didn't see was in a dark corner, no less than ten meters from where Harry was standing was a rat with a silver paw. That rat had watched the entire exchange and was currently rolling around on its back in a fit of giggles.
The four of them stood there in shock and moments later, Aurors arrived, surrounding them. They're wands were confiscated briefly while running a Priori Incantatum, showing that none of the group had used the unforgivables.
"Auror Tonks, report." Kingsley Shacklebolt asked loudly.
"Lucius Malfoy accompanied by twenty or so death eaters portkeyed in for some mayhem. Unfortunately for him, he arrived approximately 1 ½ meters in front of us. He immediately instigating an argument with our husband. Luna transfigured him into the ferret that you see," She said pointing down at their feet. "Harry cast this amazing green shield, and it absorbed at least one hundred Avada Kedavra's shot at all of us."
"BLOODY FREAKING HELL!" One of the Aurors exclaimed, taking Harry's wand back in hand and casting the Priori Incantatum once more revealed. "Sir, this wand wasn't used. Mr. Potter, do you have another wand on you?"
"No sir... I didn't use my wand."
"Wandless?"
"Yes sir, I did it wandless."
"Can you demonstrate the shield?"
"I'm not sure... It's only worked one other time, and both occurrences I was rather stressed out."
"Love?" Nymmy said, quietly, getting his attention. "Harry, this could possibly save lives. Think about it. You're the only one whose ever survived this curse, now, we three are added to that very small list."
"Mr. Potter, can you please demonstrate the shield?"
"Back up." Harry said, frustrated. When the Aurors gave him more than enough room, he scrunched up his face, shut his eyes and relived what happened with Uncle Lucy. Feeling the green light surround his wives and him, he opened his eyes. "Whose authorized to use the unforgivables?"
"I am, Harry." Kingsley said.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Auror Shacklebolt shouted at the top of his lungs and watched in awestruck fascination as the rather large emerald green beam rushed at them only to be absorbed by the shield.
"MERLIN'S BEARD HARRY! That was bloody brilliant. We've got to get the Unspeakables in on this so that they can test it and duplicate it."
"Sir, can we put that off until the 1st? I've got to be at the Longbottoms in a little over an hour for Neville's Birthday, and I'd appreciate it if we could keep this under wraps for a bit. I don't know who may have seen what happened today, and if the Prophet gets word, it will ruin the element of surprise."
"Understood." Kingsley said, turning towards his team. "Level one priority, wipe everyone within a hundred meters, and get it done now.
Harry, Nymmy, Hermione and Luna went about their business in Diagon Alley. The finished collecting the gifts and portkeyed to Longbottom Manor with only three minutes to spare. Neville was surround by many people that Harry, Hermione and Luna recognized immediately as members of the D.A.. What caught Harry's eyes was the close proximity of Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott to Neville. Even more curious were the intertwined fingers of all three as the approached.
"What Harry? You're the only one who can have a large need to be loved?" Neville said with a genuine smile.
"Looking good Longbottom." Harry said, quickly, "And no, more power to you. Hello Susan, Hannah."
"Hello Harry, good to see you, and congratulations!" Hannah said with a brilliant smile.
"Thanks Hannah."
"Sorry to hear about the Weasleys." Susan chipped in, and then watching all four faces fall realized her mistake. "Really I am."
"That's Okay, Susan." Hermione said. "And thank you."
Walking towards the house, Harry took in his surroundings. Neville's gardening was even more immaculate as what he himself had done at Privett Drive each and every summer. Looking over at his friends, he decided one thing, then and there.
"Neville?"
"Yeah Harry?"
"Today's about you. Let's leave talk of the others alone and just have some fun."
"That's cool Harry. Dad's got some Jagermeister in the house. Wanna do some shots later?" Neville said with an evil grin which in turn caused all three of his wives to burst into uncontrollable fits of giggles.
The walked through the house, and then out the back door to where the party had been assembled. Harry was in awe of everyone he saw. The whole DA was there, even Marietta and Cho. He started to panic as he noticed the twins walking up to him, a mask of indifference upon there faces. 'It would come to this,' he thought.
"Harry...
May we...
Have a moment...
Of your time?" Each finishing off the others thought without a trace of humor.
"Sure." He finally managed to say.
George started, "First off Harry, we do not blame you whatsoever for what happened with our mum."
Fred finished, "Yeah, Harry, like Forge said, it wasn't your fault that she got a little puckish with your funds. At least you got them back. But what are you planning for our sister and icle Ronniekins?"
"Well..."
"Listen Harry, I would clearly understand if you sent them to Azkaban for the rest of their natural lives for what they did...
"... and what they planned on doing...
"But then, where is the fun then in paying them back...
"Right and Proper." They finished together before starting again. "And Harry, don't think that we didn't know it was you that was helping us out, via your altogether beautiful and blonde wife."
"Thanks Harry." Again, they finished together.
"Well, I have to think things over. Tomorrow is going to be a very busy one, and if the rest of your family hasn't already figured out about my assistance, please don't tell them. I know your dad and he's a very proud man."
"Understood," Gred said, saluting Harry.
At this point, surrounded by his friends and wives, Harry was approached by Alice Longbottom. He couldn't make out her expression because of the myriad of emotions that flipped through the woman, but when she was right in front of him, she embraced him, welcoming him to her home.
"So nice to see you again, Harry."
"Thanks, ma'am. You have a very nice home."
"That's thanks to my Neville. I hope that you'll stay the evening and we can all go to Gringott's tomorrow morning?"
"Well, Andromeda and Ted are coming as well, and we've been staying there." Harry said, finally.
"Harry, I know Andy. Don't let her snarkiness confuse you with being mean or spiteful. Maybe mischevious, as all of the Blacks were, but she's a really nice person, deep down, ask Nymmy." Alice said, nodding towards Nymphadora, before embracing the girl in a hug. "So nice to see you again, dear."
"You as well, and we're not all snarky, you know." She said with a grin, which caused Harry to start a coughing fit. At this she scrunched up her nose, before turning on her husband. "WHAT DO YOU FIND SO FUNNY HARRY JAMES POTTER?!"
"Not snarky, eh?" Harry managed to work out between coughs.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I COME FROM A VERY WELL RESPECTED FAMILY THAT VALUES HONESTY, AND LOYALTY AND ABOVE ALL ELSE INTELLIGENCE?"
"Then would you kindly explain the Marauder known as Padfoot?" Harry asked with a grin and with that she pounced on him, tickling him fiercely.
Unfortunately for Harry, this would be an all out mutiny against him. Harry was flat upon his back, when Luna approached from the Left and Hermione the right. He looked at them with a pleading in his eyes, begging to be saved. To his utter dismay, when they were within arms reach the took his arms, while scissor leg-locking his extremities.
Harry looked at them now in complete shock as Nymmy viciously attacked his midsection. Her fingers were nimble and light in there touch and Harry found himself being savaged with gales of laughter that quickly changed into high pitched girl like laughter and that is when it happened now for the second time.
Harry's hair changed, from dark black to Lily red, while his eyes stayed the same. He, rather than shrink down, elongated his body, knocking Nymmy from him. However, Hermione and Luna held fast to their target.
"Harry, you're a bloody Metamorphmagus!!!" Neville shouted in shock, before Nymmy, Hermione and Luna looked down at him, before back at Neville.
"So, you don't think that should be a reason for us to stop, is it?" Hermione asked with a very devious glint in her eyes.
"Well, no..." Neville said, finally with a smirk, "Far be it for me to step into Potter family business. Sorry mate." He said, before wandering off.
Gred and Forge, however seemed to be deep in thought, and with looking at one another immediately began planning many pranks involving Harry and Nymmy with their unique talents.
"S-S-S-STOP! P-P-Please, s-stop. I-I-I give, I give."
"Say Potter women are always right, and Potter men need to know their place." Never stopping her devilish administration of wiggling nimble fingers.
"YEAH!" Hermione and Luna said, smugly.
"P-P-P-Pot-POTTER WOMEN ARE ALWAYS RIGHT!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs before, once again, bursting again into a fit full of uncharacteristic giggles.
"And???" Luna asked loudly.
"P-P-POTTER MEN N-NE-NEED T-T-TO KNOW THEIR PLACE!" Harry said finally resigning his fate.
Nymmy leaned down, and gently kissed Harry very passionately. Hermione was next to lean across and do the same. Finally Luna ended the process with her own version of the kiss and then helped Harry up. He looked around the back yard now, noticing that every eye was on him, and everyone was laughing, good-naturedly at him and with him.
"Harry, mate, I was going to tell you how bloody jealous I was that you had three very beautiful wives, but after that display, well." Neville said with a hint of fear. However at that point in time Neville felt Susan squeeze his right hand, at the same time that Hannah did the same to his left. He smiled at both of his friends, before looking at Harry again. "You've more than got your hands full, Harry. I'm afraid for you, should you ever make them angry.
"I can say the same for you, Neville. Never underestimate the power of the House of Hufflepuff. I'm sure those two could be equally intimidating."
Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ginny Weasley's Cell
The witch formerly known as Ginerva Molly Weasley was pacing back and forth inside the his cell. He looked at Jonathan Spinnet now with utter uncertainty. What was being asked of him wound certainly tarnish the Weasley name forever more, and most certainly ostracize the family from the Wizarding world.
The was a wild range of emotions going through his head at the moment, but the most prominent of them all was anger at his father. Ginny Weasley had been Arthur's baby girl and yet, during this whole time of being incarcerated, he hadn't visited his daughter a single time. Rage, anger, hatred and a need for revenge were the prominent emotion. There was also a deep sorrow for her father. She, as Ginny, had gone along with her mother's hair-brained scheme.
"Is there a problem, Godric?" Jonathan asked, holding out four small wooden rune-covered cubes. The name that Jonathan had used dug into the back of Ginny's mind and bore into him now. 'I am Godric Weasley. That silly little girl with her infatuation and a need for a prince is gone. I am Godric Weasley. I will have my revenge,' He now thought bitterly.
"No there isn't a problem. Tell me again, what am I supposed to do, and when am I to do it?"
Hogsmeade - Hog's End
Draco Malfoy was not a stupid man. He had done plenty of things that had looked foolish. His constant arguments and fights with Potter was something that he had grown to relish. It wasn't that he was evil, however, he did enjoy the banter and the competition that he had been provided. Unfortunately for Draco Malfoy, he didn't react well to being shown up and tended towards anger when being outdone by Harry James Potter.
Draco paced his room back and fourth. Having only been here a couple of days and not permitted to leave the room whatsoever, he was becoming nervous. There were still many Aurors looking for both him and his godfather. 'Nothing good would come of being here,' he thought. So he paced, making sure not to let his presence be known and staying far from the window.
Draco Malfoy was a man that had grown up with privilege all of his life, at least that is what it had appear to everyone else on the outside. What happened on the inside of Malfoy Manor was something else entirely. Lucius Malfoy was not a kind or loving father. He was belligerent and cruel man. The one thing that Draco loved about his father, which was a consistent thing, was his absence.
With his father's absence came a great many things. The one and most important thing was the attention that he received from his mother. Narcissa Black-Malfoy loved her son and showed it to him on the conditions that he never to reveal what the two of them did together while his father was away. He was provided with attention and guidance. The attention was in the form of providing him with a wizarding education on the aristocracy and hierarchy of the wizarding world and how things worked. She showed him how to network and how to make friends.
Lucius' education of Draco came to be completely counter productive. As a direct result the only friends that Draco ended up with were Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle. The two friends were dimwits and Draco knew this plainly. They would do whatever task that he wished for them to perform. He had is sycophant in Pansy Parkinson, as well, but there was no real love between them.
As he passed the fire place in the corner for the thirtieth time, green flames erupted from the dead logs. Instead of someone coming through, however a face appeared amongst the fire.
"Hello Draco."
"Mum?"
"Yes, Lord Malfoy it's mum." She said plainly before throwing a bit of parchment. At her son. "Say the lines and come through. It is safe." He read the parchment quickly before grabbing a hand full of floo powder.
"Number twelve Grimauld Place!" He screamed and then disappeared from the room.
Harry Potter was on a mission, with three very beautiful and fun young ladies. However this mission, which he had chosen and volunteered to be on was one that was filled with utter disappointment. The objective was to obtain a present for Neville.
The problem with that objective was that while Harry did consider Neville a good friend, that he really didn't know the boy all too well. He knew that he had a stellar knack for Herbology, and was a crack shot in Defense against the dark arts when pushed into a corner.
Harry was pulled in each and every direction, and this was becoming rather bothersome to him having his three wives with him as they were so dissimilar from one another. Hermione wanted to go to Flourish and Blotts and suggested getting Neville Gottschalks guide to Herbology. Harry thought that was a decent idea, recalling Neville mentioning that particular volume while he was preparing for the second task of the Triwizard Tournament during his fourth year at Hogwarts.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned, quickly getting his attention. "It's a hundred galleons."
"WOW, for a book?"
"Well it is an original edition, and it's signed by the author as well."
"Well, that would be perfect for Neville." Luna chimed in from behind Harry's ear. Harry had been giving her a piggy back ride during their entire stroll through Diagon Alley. Right at this particular time she was squirming on his back.
"Luna, sweety, you're distracting me and..." Before he could say another word, Harry lost his footing, and began to fall backwards. Fortunately, for Luna at this point in time, everything from Harry's perspective slowed down, and he twisted against the gravity falling face forward with a loud resounding thump. "OOF!"
Luna at this point, relinquished Harry and quickly helped her husband to his feet. He was alright, of course, it was the ground that had broken his fall and looked quite cross and this unfortunate impact.
"Luna, Nymmy, before we go, I want every defense book that we don't currently have, as well as a complete set of Sixth year text, and two complete seventh year text for Mione and me. We're going to have to cram a lot of work after tomorrow and this isn't exactly going to be a walk in the park."
"Harry, aren't we planning on returning to Hogwarts anyhow?"
"It really depends on whether or not the Board of Governor s decide to allow the school to be re-opened." Luna chimed in.
"It will re-open, however I'm not sure that it will be the best place for us. We'll have to wait and see. The bottom line is we'll need to train, so make it quick ladies, I'd like to get a battle cloak and a dragon wand holster for Neville."
"That's a excellent idea, Harry." Hermione said, before making a mad dash for tomes upon tomes awaiting her.
One hour later, and a few hundred galleons lighter, Harry and entourage made it out of the book store and into the Alley again. A quick stop at Olivanders, brought things into focus for Harry, forgetting that the old wand maker hadn't been seen for quite some time. He then dragged everyone to Madame Malkins to Order the Cloak, and was advised it would be ready within the hour.
"We're going to be cutting it close, Harry. The party starts in two more hours." Nymmy said as they stepped back into Diagon Alley.
That is when it happened. The big it. The mysterious it that always and eventually happens when you're Harry James Potter, boy-who-lived. Harry just happened to be looking up at the strange black clouds in the sky when twenty death eaters arrived via portkey right in front of them. The one just a few feet in front of Harry was unmistakably Lucius Malfoy, as his platinum blonde hair was exposed cascading down his shoulders.
"Well if it isn't Potter and his whores!" Lucius sneered at him before he continued. "Rudolphus! Rastiban! Antonin! It appears that we've earned our Christmas bonus early."
"Uncle Lucy, that's no way to talk to family. Where's the love?" Harry joked, but at the same point, took position in front of his ladies. Luna jumped back into position atop Harry's back, and pulled her wand from behind her ear and pointed it quickly at Lucius.
"You're no family of mine."
"Oh, I quite disagree, since I'm married to Nymmy here, and she is Andromeda's daughter, who in turn is Narcissa older sister. Surely someone as particularly dimwitted as your self can obviously see the connection."
"Potter..."
"Come now, Uncle Lucy, give us a hug. Congratulate us!" Nymmy chimed in with the egging.
"How dare y..." Lucius started, but Harry heard Luna quickly mutter a spell that he remembered seeing performed two years earlier on another Malfoy , and nearly choked on his laughter as he watched the father take the same transfigured form as the son.
Harry's eyes followed Luna's wand movements and all the death eaters stood in utter shock as the mission commander, now a very blond ferret bounced back and fourth and finally landed down the pants of a very put out looking Rodolphus Lestrange.
Grabbing his wives quickly, Harry brought up the same emerald green shield that he had earlier at the bank as he heard nineteen death eaters scream AVADA KEDAVRA at once. To their shock, the spells simply joined the shield, doing nothing to their intended target.
"IMPOSSIBLE!" Antonin Dolohov screamed, as he fired the spell over and over and again and again to no avail. Harry and company simply smirked at the group before walking forward. As Harry's shield came in contact with the closest of the death eaters, they began to fall, one at a time. Lucius Malfoy, Rodolphus and Rastaban Lestrange were the first to come in contact. Without a warning, they heard the sounds of emergency portkey being utilized.
What they didn't see was in a dark corner, no less than ten meters from where Harry was standing was a rat with a silver paw. That rat had watched the entire exchange and was currently rolling around on its back in a fit of giggles.
The four of them stood there in shock and moments later, Aurors arrived, surrounding them. They're wands were confiscated briefly while running a Priori Incantatum, showing that none of the group had used the unforgivables.
"Auror Tonks, report." Kingsley Shacklebolt asked loudly.
"Lucius Malfoy accompanied by twenty or so death eaters portkeyed in for some mayhem. Unfortunately for him, he arrived approximately 1 ½ meters in front of us. He immediately instigating an argument with our husband. Luna transfigured him into the ferret that you see," She said pointing down at their feet. "Harry cast this amazing green shield, and it absorbed at least one hundred Avada Kedavra's shot at all of us."
"BLOODY FREAKING HELL!" One of the Aurors exclaimed, taking Harry's wand back in hand and casting the Priori Incantatum once more revealed. "Sir, this wand wasn't used. Mr. Potter, do you have another wand on you?"
"No sir... I didn't use my wand."
"Wandless?"
"Yes sir, I did it wandless."
"Can you demonstrate the shield?"
"I'm not sure... It's only worked one other time, and both occurrences I was rather stressed out."
"Love?" Nymmy said, quietly, getting his attention. "Harry, this could possibly save lives. Think about it. You're the only one whose ever survived this curse, now, we three are added to that very small list."
"Mr. Potter, can you please demonstrate the shield?"
"Back up." Harry said, frustrated. When the Aurors gave him more than enough room, he scrunched up his face, shut his eyes and relived what happened with Uncle Lucy. Feeling the green light surround his wives and him, he opened his eyes. "Whose authorized to use the unforgivables?"
"I am, Harry." Kingsley said.
"Well, what are you waiting for?"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Auror Shacklebolt shouted at the top of his lungs and watched in awestruck fascination as the rather large emerald green beam rushed at them only to be absorbed by the shield.
"MERLIN'S BEARD HARRY! That was bloody brilliant. We've got to get the Unspeakables in on this so that they can test it and duplicate it."
"Sir, can we put that off until the 1st? I've got to be at the Longbottoms in a little over an hour for Neville's Birthday, and I'd appreciate it if we could keep this under wraps for a bit. I don't know who may have seen what happened today, and if the Prophet gets word, it will ruin the element of surprise."
"Understood." Kingsley said, turning towards his team. "Level one priority, wipe everyone within a hundred meters, and get it done now.
Harry, Nymmy, Hermione and Luna went about their business in Diagon Alley. The finished collecting the gifts and portkeyed to Longbottom Manor with only three minutes to spare. Neville was surround by many people that Harry, Hermione and Luna recognized immediately as members of the D.A.. What caught Harry's eyes was the close proximity of Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott to Neville. Even more curious were the intertwined fingers of all three as the approached.
"What Harry? You're the only one who can have a large need to be loved?" Neville said with a genuine smile.
"Looking good Longbottom." Harry said, quickly, "And no, more power to you. Hello Susan, Hannah."
"Hello Harry, good to see you, and congratulations!" Hannah said with a brilliant smile.
"Thanks Hannah."
"Sorry to hear about the Weasleys." Susan chipped in, and then watching all four faces fall realized her mistake. "Really I am."
"That's Okay, Susan." Hermione said. "And thank you."
Walking towards the house, Harry took in his surroundings. Neville's gardening was even more immaculate as what he himself had done at Privett Drive each and every summer. Looking over at his friends, he decided one thing, then and there.
"Neville?"
"Yeah Harry?"
"Today's about you. Let's leave talk of the others alone and just have some fun."
"That's cool Harry. Dad's got some Jagermeister in the house. Wanna do some shots later?" Neville said with an evil grin which in turn caused all three of his wives to burst into uncontrollable fits of giggles.
The walked through the house, and then out the back door to where the party had been assembled. Harry was in awe of everyone he saw. The whole DA was there, even Marietta and Cho. He started to panic as he noticed the twins walking up to him, a mask of indifference upon there faces. 'It would come to this,' he thought.
"Harry...
May we...
Have a moment...
Of your time?" Each finishing off the others thought without a trace of humor.
"Sure." He finally managed to say.
George started, "First off Harry, we do not blame you whatsoever for what happened with our mum."
Fred finished, "Yeah, Harry, like Forge said, it wasn't your fault that she got a little puckish with your funds. At least you got them back. But what are you planning for our sister and icle Ronniekins?"
"Well..."
"Listen Harry, I would clearly understand if you sent them to Azkaban for the rest of their natural lives for what they did...
"... and what they planned on doing...
"But then, where is the fun then in paying them back...
"Right and Proper." They finished together before starting again. "And Harry, don't think that we didn't know it was you that was helping us out, via your altogether beautiful and blonde wife."
"Thanks Harry." Again, they finished together.
"Well, I have to think things over. Tomorrow is going to be a very busy one, and if the rest of your family hasn't already figured out about my assistance, please don't tell them. I know your dad and he's a very proud man."
"Understood," Gred said, saluting Harry.
At this point, surrounded by his friends and wives, Harry was approached by Alice Longbottom. He couldn't make out her expression because of the myriad of emotions that flipped through the woman, but when she was right in front of him, she embraced him, welcoming him to her home.
"So nice to see you again, Harry."
"Thanks, ma'am. You have a very nice home."
"That's thanks to my Neville. I hope that you'll stay the evening and we can all go to Gringott's tomorrow morning?"
"Well, Andromeda and Ted are coming as well, and we've been staying there." Harry said, finally.
"Harry, I know Andy. Don't let her snarkiness confuse you with being mean or spiteful. Maybe mischevious, as all of the Blacks were, but she's a really nice person, deep down, ask Nymmy." Alice said, nodding towards Nymphadora, before embracing the girl in a hug. "So nice to see you again, dear."
"You as well, and we're not all snarky, you know." She said with a grin, which caused Harry to start a coughing fit. At this she scrunched up her nose, before turning on her husband. "WHAT DO YOU FIND SO FUNNY HARRY JAMES POTTER?!"
"Not snarky, eh?" Harry managed to work out between coughs.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT I COME FROM A VERY WELL RESPECTED FAMILY THAT VALUES HONESTY, AND LOYALTY AND ABOVE ALL ELSE INTELLIGENCE?"
"Then would you kindly explain the Marauder known as Padfoot?" Harry asked with a grin and with that she pounced on him, tickling him fiercely.
Unfortunately for Harry, this would be an all out mutiny against him. Harry was flat upon his back, when Luna approached from the Left and Hermione the right. He looked at them with a pleading in his eyes, begging to be saved. To his utter dismay, when they were within arms reach the took his arms, while scissor leg-locking his extremities.
Harry looked at them now in complete shock as Nymmy viciously attacked his midsection. Her fingers were nimble and light in there touch and Harry found himself being savaged with gales of laughter that quickly changed into high pitched girl like laughter and that is when it happened now for the second time.
Harry's hair changed, from dark black to Lily red, while his eyes stayed the same. He, rather than shrink down, elongated his body, knocking Nymmy from him. However, Hermione and Luna held fast to their target.
"Harry, you're a bloody Metamorphmagus!!!" Neville shouted in shock, before Nymmy, Hermione and Luna looked down at him, before back at Neville.
"So, you don't think that should be a reason for us to stop, is it?" Hermione asked with a very devious glint in her eyes.
"Well, no..." Neville said, finally with a smirk, "Far be it for me to step into Potter family business. Sorry mate." He said, before wandering off.
Gred and Forge, however seemed to be deep in thought, and with looking at one another immediately began planning many pranks involving Harry and Nymmy with their unique talents.
"S-S-S-STOP! P-P-Please, s-stop. I-I-I give, I give."
"Say Potter women are always right, and Potter men need to know their place." Never stopping her devilish administration of wiggling nimble fingers.
"YEAH!" Hermione and Luna said, smugly.
"P-P-P-Pot-POTTER WOMEN ARE ALWAYS RIGHT!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs before, once again, bursting again into a fit full of uncharacteristic giggles.
"And???" Luna asked loudly.
"P-P-POTTER MEN N-NE-NEED T-T-TO KNOW THEIR PLACE!" Harry said finally resigning his fate.
Nymmy leaned down, and gently kissed Harry very passionately. Hermione was next to lean across and do the same. Finally Luna ended the process with her own version of the kiss and then helped Harry up. He looked around the back yard now, noticing that every eye was on him, and everyone was laughing, good-naturedly at him and with him.
"Harry, mate, I was going to tell you how bloody jealous I was that you had three very beautiful wives, but after that display, well." Neville said with a hint of fear. However at that point in time Neville felt Susan squeeze his right hand, at the same time that Hannah did the same to his left. He smiled at both of his friends, before looking at Harry again. "You've more than got your hands full, Harry. I'm afraid for you, should you ever make them angry.
"I can say the same for you, Neville. Never underestimate the power of the House of Hufflepuff. I'm sure those two could be equally intimidating."
Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Ginny Weasley's Cell
The witch formerly known as Ginerva Molly Weasley was pacing back and forth inside the his cell. He looked at Jonathan Spinnet now with utter uncertainty. What was being asked of him wound certainly tarnish the Weasley name forever more, and most certainly ostracize the family from the Wizarding world.
The was a wild range of emotions going through his head at the moment, but the most prominent of them all was anger at his father. Ginny Weasley had been Arthur's baby girl and yet, during this whole time of being incarcerated, he hadn't visited his daughter a single time. Rage, anger, hatred and a need for revenge were the prominent emotion. There was also a deep sorrow for her father. She, as Ginny, had gone along with her mother's hair-brained scheme.
"Is there a problem, Godric?" Jonathan asked, holding out four small wooden rune-covered cubes. The name that Jonathan had used dug into the back of Ginny's mind and bore into him now. 'I am Godric Weasley. That silly little girl with her infatuation and a need for a prince is gone. I am Godric Weasley. I will have my revenge,' He now thought bitterly.
"No there isn't a problem. Tell me again, what am I supposed to do, and when am I to do it?"
Hogsmeade - Hog's End
Draco Malfoy was not a stupid man. He had done plenty of things that had looked foolish. His constant arguments and fights with Potter was something that he had grown to relish. It wasn't that he was evil, however, he did enjoy the banter and the competition that he had been provided. Unfortunately for Draco Malfoy, he didn't react well to being shown up and tended towards anger when being outdone by Harry James Potter.
Draco paced his room back and fourth. Having only been here a couple of days and not permitted to leave the room whatsoever, he was becoming nervous. There were still many Aurors looking for both him and his godfather. 'Nothing good would come of being here,' he thought. So he paced, making sure not to let his presence be known and staying far from the window.
Draco Malfoy was a man that had grown up with privilege all of his life, at least that is what it had appear to everyone else on the outside. What happened on the inside of Malfoy Manor was something else entirely. Lucius Malfoy was not a kind or loving father. He was belligerent and cruel man. The one thing that Draco loved about his father, which was a consistent thing, was his absence.
With his father's absence came a great many things. The one and most important thing was the attention that he received from his mother. Narcissa Black-Malfoy loved her son and showed it to him on the conditions that he never to reveal what the two of them did together while his father was away. He was provided with attention and guidance. The attention was in the form of providing him with a wizarding education on the aristocracy and hierarchy of the wizarding world and how things worked. She showed him how to network and how to make friends.
Lucius' education of Draco came to be completely counter productive. As a direct result the only friends that Draco ended up with were Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle. The two friends were dimwits and Draco knew this plainly. They would do whatever task that he wished for them to perform. He had is sycophant in Pansy Parkinson, as well, but there was no real love between them.
As he passed the fire place in the corner for the thirtieth time, green flames erupted from the dead logs. Instead of someone coming through, however a face appeared amongst the fire.
"Hello Draco."
"Mum?"
"Yes, Lord Malfoy it's mum." She said plainly before throwing a bit of parchment. At her son. "Say the lines and come through. It is safe." He read the parchment quickly before grabbing a hand full of floo powder.
"Number twelve Grimauld Place!" He screamed and then disappeared from the room.
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