Destined to Love

Dear Mr. Christian Black,

Headboy and Top Student at Frog's Tail School of Magic for Aspirering Wizards and Witches:

I must congratulate you once again on such an outstanding year.  You have far surpassed my expectations of you.  You are once again at the head of your class with top marks in all of your subjects.  All of your teachers have contacted me, ensuring me of your talent and skill as a wizard.  I feel confident that you will be fully able to handle the adjustment from student life to life in the real world.  Each of your teachers, therefore, has suggested that you should be rewarded for your time and outstanding performance as a student.

Hereto, it is my duty, as well as my pleasure, to inform you that the Facility and Staff of Frog's Tail School of Magic for Aspirering Wizards and Witches has decided to send you as representative for our school to the Triwizard Tournament in London, England which starts on the evening of Halloween.

You will be sent to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, hosting school for the Triwizard Tournament, to meet with the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore in mid to late October.  He will kindly show you around and introduce you to the heads of the Ministry of Magic in London.

We, the Facility and Staff of Frog's Tail School of Magic for Aspirering Wizards and Witches, would appreciate it if you would relate all that is happening in Triwizard Tournament and any current events back to us.

I have no doubt that you will represent our school, as well as our country, to the best of your abilities.

Please, if you have any questions or concerns, contact me by owl.  I trust that your owl Justice will be able to find me.

Thank you and congratulations once again on a job well done.

Sincerely,

Headmaster of Frog's Tail School of Magic for Aspirering Wizards and Witches

Arnold-P.-Windchester

            I had received that letter two weeks before I had to leave.  I had been out of my last year in school for about five months then.  It was crazy.  I never thought for a million years that I would be representing my school at the Triwizard Tournament.  Of course I wasn't in the Tournament but I was showing that the American Wizarding and Witching schools were interested in maybe participating in future Tournaments.  I could only hope that I would do a good job of impressing the wizards and witches in charge of the Tournament.

            I made a quick reply to Headmaster Windchester expressing my deepest gratification for his belief in my abilities.  Justice nipped at my cheek affectionately as I tied the piece of parchment to his leg.

            "Please take this to the Headmaster, Justice."  I said as I stroked his plumage.  "When you return, I'll give you some of those treats that we picked up at Dragon Mall."

            Justice gave a great hoot before he nibbled on my ear.  Then stretching his mighty wings he flew through to window.

            "Mighty wings?  You're making him sound like he's an eagle or some hung bird.  He's barely even as big as half my arm."

            "You don't know what you're talking about William Weasley!  Justice is the best owl that there ever was or ever will be."

            "Oh right."

            "Look what you made me do.  The Message Pen wrote down everything that you said.  You know how hard it is to go back!  The ink never wants to go back into the pen."

            "Oh just shut up Chris and finish your story."

            My parents were very glad to hear that I had the honor of going over to the Tournament.  However, they were both very concerned about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named returning and his latest movements and activities.  They were very fearful that I might have a run in with him.  But though my very best debating skills, I was able to win them over.

            "That's not what your mother said."

            "Oh?  And what did she tell you?"

            "She told me that you cried like a baby, begging to go.  She said you did everything but throw yourself on the floor and cause a tantrum.  But I bet you did that too."

            "Oh go to hell, Billy."

            "I love you too, Chris."

            "I do love you Billy."

            "I know you do sweet heart.  I love you too but you are such a pouter.  Now, finish your story."

            "Where was I?"

            "You were at the part were you were using your overly qualified debating skills to talk your parents into letting you go to the Tournament."

            "Oh!  Right!"

When I arrived in London, I was picked up at the station by a rather large man.  He was easily twice the height of me.  He introduced himself as Rubeous Hagrid, the Grounds Keeper and Keeper of the Keys at Hogwarts.  He told me that he would be taking me to meet Professor Dumbledore at the school. 

            "Follow me please." He said.

            "Hagrid doesn't talk like that."

            "Billy!  Can I please write my story or do you have to give your insight every five seconds?"

            "Well he doesn't sound like that."

            "Well it's my story and he's going to sound however I want him to sound like.  Besides I don't think I can put into words the way he talks."

            "Ok.  I'm sorry, Love."

We stepped onto platform 93/4 looking at the Red and Gold train that would take us to Hogwarts.  It was a pleasant ride.  I met several of the top officials of the Ministry of Magic in London and several other friendly people.  One man particularly caught my eye.

"Who, me?"

"Yes you silly boy."

"Silly-Billy.  That has a nice ring to it."

"I prefer just Billy.  Maybe William is better."

"William is the name that only my mother uses."

"I'm your lover!  Don't I get a name to call you?"

"Yeah.  Fuck buddy."

"Is that all I am to you!  A fuck buddy?"

"Of course not, Love.  I was just kidding."

"Well I find your sense of humor appalling."

"Lair.  That's what drew you to me."

"Maybe then but this is know."

"Come on, Baby.  Please forgive me.  I didn't mean it."

"You know I can't be mad at you when you make that face at me with those big blue puppy dog eyes."

"Good."

"Kiss me?"

"With pleasure." 

Kissing noises

"Wow."

"Wow is right, Chris.  I don't think you've ever kissed me like that before.  It was like I felt your magic in me."

"I know.  I felt yours too."

"Well, I'll talk Albus about it in the morning.  You, finish your story.  It's getting late."

William, Bill, Billy, My lover and Soul Mate, Weasley sat a cross from me on the train.  It was an instant attraction if I do say so myself.

"And you do."

            In no time at all, we were arriving at the school.  Billy and I had become friends in a matter of a few short hours.  We took the self propelled carriages up to the looming castle that is Hogwarts.  Once were at the hung Oak doors that lead inside, Billy pulled me aside away from the others.  Hagrid looked like his job was in question but Billy assured him that I would be back in a matter of seconds.

            "Um, Chris?  I don't know if you felt it between us on the train?" Billy's eyes were looking steadily at the ground.  He seemed embarrassed about what he was asking.  "But I felt something."

            "Felt what?" I asked.

            "An attraction." He said as he looked into my eyes.  His baby blue eyes meet my emerald green ones.  I could see the sparks flashing in between us.

            "Oh.  I felt it." I whispered.  My voice had left me.

            "You did?" He sounded as if he doesn't believe me.

            "Yes.  You're very handsome Bill." Now it was my turn to be embarrassed.  I turned my head away.

            "Well, I have to admit that you are too, Chris."  He pulled my head back around so that he was looking into my eyes again.  The fire was lit and was not about to be extinguished.  "That's why I pulled you aside.  I wanted to ask you something."

            "What is it, Bill?" I asked gazing into the depths of his soul through his eyes.

            "Would you want to go out on a date some time?" He sounded so hopeful.

            "Isn't this a little sudden?  I mean we did just meet." God what a dumb answer.

            "If you don't want to, I understand." Billy said as he turn and started to walk away.

            "No! No, Bill wait!" I yelled as I pulled him back by the arm.  Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him.  It was amazing.  I had never felt anything like it.  That kiss was earth shattering.  It blew my mind.  It was orgasmic.  It felt so right.  Like my lips were made to fit next to his.  Like his body was made to fit perfectly next to me as he pulled me into a tight embrace.

            Then it was over.  Just like that, we parted, gasping for much needed air.

            "Bill?" I whispered as I stared into his eyes.  I could see the dark colors of passion, desire, lust, and even love in those eyes and I knew that my eyes were showing him the same thing.

            "Christian." He moaned.  His voice and tone sent shivers up my spine.  It was so erotic.

            "Did you feel that?" I asked as I rubbed his powerful arms.  He seemed so muscular and strong and I felt safe and content with his arms around my waist.

            "How could I not?  It was amazing." He said tightening his grip on me.  "It felt like we were made for each other."

            "Ah, I see that you have met each other and have begun to fulfill the prophecy." Said a soft but firm voice from behind us.

            Billy and I turned about to face a kindly looking old man that stood at the entrance of the school.  His eyes sparkled behind his half-moon spectacles and his snow white beard was nearly to the ground.  He wore a deep and richly colored robe of purple velvet. 

            "Professor Dumbledore?" Billy asked, his hands never leaving my waist.  They seemed protective and possessive.  Like they almost never wanted to leave me, and I never wanted them to.

            "Yes William." The Headmaster said as he came towards us.  "And this must be our American representative from Frog's Tail, Mr. Black?"

            "Yes, Sir." I said as I shook his out stretched hand.  "Please Sir, call me Christian."

            "By all means." Albus as his eyes twinkled even more.  "Then you must call me Albus."

            "Professor?  What did you mean 'fulfilling the prophecy'?" Billy asked.

            "Ah, well, that is a story which I will explain to you in some time.  It is rather lengthy.  But first why don't we head inside and have some tea?" Albus said with a smirk.

            I was beginning to shiver from the cool fall air and I pulled my cloak tighter to my body.  Billy seeing and feeling me shiver nodded his head.  He pulled me a little tighter to him.   I smiled up at his shinning and protective face.

            "Yes, let's go inside and warm up."

            We followed the Headmaster up the stairs to the massive front doors.  It was here that he turned to us.

            "Boys, I do not mind that of what you are feeling towards the other.  It is a matter of utmost importance that you do both feel those feelings for one another.  However, I do believe that some of the students might not understand, especially your siblings William, although, Ms. Weasley does seem to have a knack for finding things out for herself and for being tolerant of such things.  Yet, I do suggest that you release your grip of one another until you are at a privet location."

            Billy looked skeptical of letting me go.  I could feel it in his body.  He was stiff and ridged.  I must admit that I too was reluctant to let go of Billy and have him let go of me.

            "Billy." I said with a sigh.  "We better do as he asks.  I don't want to cause a fuss."

            Billy looked at me a little oddly but nodded his head and released his grip from around my waist.  I removed my hand that had lain peacefully on his developed chest. 

            "I know this will be difficult, boys, but it must be done.  No one is to know of this relationship, yet anyways.  Understand that there are spies in this school that undoubtedly would report you to the dark side.  I know not who they are but I do know they are there.  You two are part of a very old prophecy that must be met in order to win the war." Dumbledore said quietly.  "I will explain everything in detail after we have the feast tonight."

            "That was an interesting afternoon wasn't it?"

            "You could say that."

            "I never thought I could feel the way I felt that day for anyone, Chris.  You showed me something new."

            "Me too.  It was kind of scary and refreshing at the same time."

            "Of course then that evening, Harry was picked as the fourth champion."

            "I thought you had shit yourself the way you were looking at Dumbledore, Billy."

            "Well, there wasn't supposed to be a fourth champion.  I was a little shocked."
            "That's an understatement.  You were yelling so bad your mother had to slap you to shut you up."

            "Yeah well I was scared and I still am.  Harry's one of my brothers.  The Tournament is so dangerous.  He could be killed.  I mean he's past the first test, just barely, but what of the second and the third.  I mean the first task was a dragon!  What could the next task be?"

            "Don't worry, Baby.  He'll be fine.  Harry is a smart boy and very resourceful.  You saw how he defeated the first task, calling for his broom.  That was genius!  Besides, he has Ron and us to help him."

            "Yeah well you know what the prophecy says, Ron and Harry are suppose to be lovers and you and I are suppose to guide them.  I mean we're just becoming lovers ourselves.  How are we going to guide them?"

            "We take it one step at a time, Billy."

            "I guess."

            Well as you can guess, Dumbledore was a little preoccupied that night when Billy and I met up with him in his office.  It was a rather small room considering that he is Headmaster and other rooms in the castle were so vast and hung that you could fit my school back in America in them.  Books and papers cluttered the desk, cabinets, and floor.  Pictures were hung around the walls of the former headmasters.  A beautiful phoenix was perched in a corner of the room.  As we entered, I suddenly found that the phoenix named Fawks was on my shoulder.

            "Usually, Fawks waits until guests are seated before he picks his favorite visitor." Albus said as he sat behind his desk.  He magiced two chairs for Billy and I to sit in.  "But it would seem that he has a great interest in you Mr. Black, just like he does Mr. Potter."

            "I am honored, I'm sure." I stammered as Fawks began to sing a soft song.  My heart began to soar as I listened to the sweet voice of the red fire-bird.  It was like all my fears and doubts were lifted from my heart.              I turned to look at Billy.  His eyes were focused steadily on mine.  My heart leapt with joy.  The passion that I could see in his eyes was breath taking.  Suddenly, his hand was on my cheek, caressing my reddened and flushed flesh.  I leaned into his hand, savoring the warmth and gentleness of his touch.  Then, before I knew what was happening, his lips were on mine.  So soft.  So sweet.  I was in heaven.  I wrapped my arms about his neck and pulled him closer to me.  His hands drifted down to my waist, beckoning me to him.  I found myself on his lap, kissing him deeply and passionately.

            "Ahem." Albus coughed blushing slightly.  "He does sing a beautiful love song, doesn't he?"

            Slowly, reluctantly, Billy and I parted never looking away from the other.  His hand was on my cheek once more, stroking me gently.

            "I felt it." I murmur to Billy.  "I felt your love in me, for me?" It was meant to be a statement but it came out as a question.  I couldn't believe that such a beautiful man could feel those feeling for me.

            "I felt it too." Billy said smiling down at me.  "I felt your love in me, for me."

            "Yes, just as you should." Dumbledore said.  Fawks was now perched on the back of Dumbledore's chair.  He had stopped singing and I was suddenly very down trodden.  "The prophecy said as much.  That you would share your love for each other as you would share your magic.  Just as young Mr. Weasley will do with Mr. Potter."

            "What?!" Billy yelled.  "Ron and, and Harry?"

            "Yes." Dumbledore said nodding his head.  "'After the Triwizard Tournament of the 21st decade is complete and the fourth champion has won, The Boy Who Lived shall become lovers with his closest friend with the flaming red hair.  Their power and love combined shall defeat the Dark One and send his powers to the four corners of the universe'."

            "But, but Ron and Harry?" Billy said his voice quivered.  "But they can't be gay."

            "Why can't they?" I asked in shock.  "We are, aren't we?"

            "Yeah but…"

            "No buts, Billy." I said rubbing his cheek with my thumb.  "If they are, they are.  And if a prophecy says that they will become lovers, then most chances are they will."

            "That's the second time that you have called me Billy." My Billy said smiling slightly.

            "If you want me to call you by some other name, I will."

            "No.  I like Billy." He said before placing a quick kiss on my bruised lips.  "For some reason, it fits when you say it."

            "Well, I have to say, William that I was a bit skeptical myself." Dumbledore said as he conjured us all steaming mugs of hot tea.  He got us back onto the topic at hand after chuckling slightly.  "When I started to go over the prophecy, I believed that maybe it was referring to your sister, Virginia.  But as time wore on, and after watching your brother and Harry, I knew that my earlier beliefs were not correct."

            "What about Hermione?" Billy asked.

            "The prophecy specifically states: 'The Boy Who Lived shall become lovers with his closest friend with the flaming red hair.'  William, it is most definitely Ronald."

            "So where do we come into this, Albus?" I asked trying to let Billy digest some of the information.

            "According to the prophecy, the two of you are the guiding guardians to the Two Powers joined as One.  You are the guiding guardian to Ronald, William because you are brothers.  Christian, you are Harry's guardian because you too are related to Harry."
            "What?!" Billy and I yelled at the same time.

            "But I don't even know Harry.  Not really anyway.  I only know the stories that everyone knows." I said.

            "Besides, you always said that Harry was an only child and had no living relatives." Billy put in.

            "Actually, he is not quite an only child.  There are some things that the regular populous needs not know.  But Harry does have family both blood and non blood related.  Christian is a part of that family." Dumbdore said as he sipped his tea.

            "Well who is this family?" Billy asked.

            "William, this will come as a shock to you and I do not want you to over react." Albus said after he placed down his mug.

            "Is it really that bad?" Billy asked.  "It's not the Malfoy's is it?"

            "Oh, goodness, no." Albus replied.  "And it is not really that bad.  But you must understand that this news will be a little unbelievable.  I ask that you trust me and take what I tell you as the truth."

            "Of course Professor." Billy said.

            "Christian, have you ever wondered where you have gotten the name Black from?" Dumbledore asked becoming very serious.

            "Um, not really.  My mother always told me that my parents, my real parents, died in a car accident, after I was born."

            "Well, that is not entirely true." Dumbledore said with a little chuckle.  I found out later that I was not the only one given the story of their parents being killed in a car accident.  "Your mother is dead but your father is very much alive although, unfortunately, right now he is a wanted man."

            "You don't mean?" Billy asked who suddenly became very pale.

            "Yes, William.  Christian is the son of Sirius Black who is the Godfather of Harry." Dumbledore said.  "However, the crimes that Sirius is convicted of committing are unjust and untruthful."

            "So he's innocent?" I ask.

            "Yes.  The crimes that were committed were done by one named Peter Pettigrew."

            "But Pettigrew was killed.  All that was left of him was his finger." Billy said quickly.

            "Oh no, William, Peter is very much alive and working for the Dark Lord.  He is the one that killed all those muggles on the street.  He was also the Potter's Secret Keeper unbeknownst to all of us but three people: James, Sirius and Peter.  I was told that Sirius was going to be their Secret Keeper.  He and James believed that the Dark Lord would know this as well.  So they switched Keepers to Peter and told no one.  Not even their friend Remus Lupin."

            "Who are muggles?" I asked.

            "Muggles are what European Witches and Wizards call non-magical people." Billy purred softly in my ear.  A shiver ran down my spine.

            "I don't purr."

            "Yes you do."

            "No I don't."

            "Yes you do.  Especially when I kiss you right behind your ear like this."

            Soft, wet kissing noises on skin

            Soft purring like sound

            "See?  You do purr."

            "Ok so maybe I do purr.  But it's only for you."

            "It better be."

            "So if Sirius Black is my father, who is my mother?" I ask.  Dumbledore looked a little down and seemed to pale slightly.  He was no longer smiling and the twinkle was gone from his eyes.

            "Christian, your mother was a wonderful woman.  She was kind and gentle and very beautiful.  But unfortunately, and I really don't know how else to put this, she made a mistake."

            "I was an accident?" I asked barely in a whisper.  Suddenly, I had no voice.

            "Accident is a little harsh.  Unplanned is a more appropriate word.  You see, your mother was Lily Potter."

            "Lily Potter?" Billy asked.

            "Yes.  It seems that Lily and James had had a fight.  Lily went to Sirius.  Apparently, he was trying to comfort her and one thing lead to another and…"

            "They fucked?" I blurred out without even thinking.

            "Christian!" Billy shrieked. 

            "It's alright, William.  He's a little upset." Dumbledore said going back to sipping his mug of tea.

            "Damn right I'm upset!" I yelled getting up off Billy's lap.  "I mean, just Five minutes ago, I thought my parents loved each other and that I was a product of that love.  Then I find out that I was just some mistake."

            I was pacing the floor now.  I was enraged.  I couldn't control myself.  I kept clenching and unclenching my fists.

            Suddenly, Billy was at my side.  He pulled my into a tight embrace urging his love and control into my body.

            "I love you and I don't know what I would do if you hadn't been created.  I don't care if you think you were a mistake.  You're Christian, my Christian, and nothing could change that.  I will always love you."

            Then, he kissed me.  Not the sweet, soft kisses like before but the urgent, passion heated kind of kisses.  I melted into him.  All my rage was swept away from my body.  His words and his loving touches and kisses wrapped me in a warm hug.

            "I love you too, Billy.  My Billy."  I said when we had parted.  "Thank you."  Then a thought hit me.  What of Harry?  I turned to Dumbledore.  "Does Harry know?  Does he know that he has a brother, about his mother and Sirius?"

            "No." He choked out.  He had nearly spit out his tea at my question.  "I believe that he has had enough hardships in his life at the moment."

             "Can I meet him?" I asked breaking the silence that followed.  "Sirius, my father, I mean?"

            "He's in hiding right now." Dumbledore said before taking out some parchment.  "However, I do believe that we can arrange something.  I'm sure that he would love to meet you."

            Dumbledore scribbled down some notes then got up from his desk.  He walked over to the small window and opened it.  He gave a great whistle and then turned back to us.  It didn't take long before a snowy white owl floated through the window and landed on the desk.

            "That's Harry's owl, Hedwig." Billy said.

            "Yes.  She is a very trustworthy owl and I know that she will get this letter to Sirius fast.  She seems to know right where he is no matter if he's moved or not." Dumbledore said as he tied the letter to Hedwig's leg.

            "Do you keep in touch with him often?" I asked once we were seated again.  I took my position back on Billy's lap.  We watched as Hedwig flew back out the window.

            "Not as much as I would like to, I'm afraid." Dumbledore said sadly.  "Sirius must stay hidden as to not be caught.  Besides he is very important to me."

            "Why's that, Professor?" Billy asked while he rubbed my tummy softly.  I couldn't help but grin.

            "Sirius is part of an underground network that I have set-up in recent years." Dumbledore explained.  "Unfortunately, Voldemort is rising again and is beginning to grow restless.  I fear that something is about to happen.  Sirius is doing some digging to see what is in the works."

            "Hold on.  Did you just say tummy?"

            "Yes, I did.  Why?"

            "You couldn't have said stomach?  You had to say tummy?"

            "I prefer tummy, thank you.  I think it sounds better."

            "I think it sounds childish."

            "Well, I am a child compared to you, Billy.  I mean I am only 18 and you're 27."

            "So?"

            "So?  That's a big age gap.  I mean that's a 9 year age difference."
            "Does it matter?"

            "No.  I would love you if you were a 100.  But I just wouldn't have sex with you."

            "Bastard!"

            "Literally."

            "Hey!  That's not what I meant and you know it."

            "I know.  But it still hurts."

            "I love you, you know that don't you?"

            "I love you too, Billy"

            "Finish your story and we can go to bed."

            "MMmm, sounds good to me."

            "Is he in any danger?" I asked as I had become very worried for the father that I hadn't even met yet.

            "Yes, undoubtedly he is." Dumbledore said solemnly.

            "Then why is he doing this?" Billy asked

            "He is doing this because it is needed of him, William." Dumbledore said.  "As it is, he is also very afraid for Harry's life.  He is doing this to protect Harry."

            "Does he know about me?" I asked suddenly aflame with loathing for the boy I was supposed to guide.  It felt as if I was competing with him.

            "He knows that he and Lily consummated a child.  He never saw you because they agreed that it would be best not to see you, for James' sake.  That is way you were sent to America." Dumbledore said as he looked about the room.  It was beginning to really look dark outside as well as in the room.  "Boys, it's getting late.  We can discuss this further in the week if you have any more questions.  But now I think that it is time for bed."

            "Sir, may I ask you one more question?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.

            "Of course." Dumbledore said leaning back in his chair.

            "You said no body can know that Billy and I feel the way that we do?"

            "Yes.  It is very important that this remains a secret, for now anyway."

            "But, Billy and I just met and these feelings that I'm feeling are very strong and I don't want to be away from him.  I need to be with him."

            "I understand." Dumbledore said nodding his head.  "Ok, boys, this is what we're going to do.  I will set-up a room for you both in a secret wing of the school.  The only way to get there is through a secret passage.  But, I implore you to be careful and to not use it often.  William, you know as well as I do that anything secret does not stay such for a very long time in this castle, especially when Weasleys are involved."

            I giggled softly as the tips of Billy's ears turned a bright pink.

            "I will never forget that night, Chris."

            "I couldn't if I tried.  Not that I would ever try to forget it."

            "You were so beautiful in the firelight as we sat there and talked.  The light seemed to softly playing off your pale skin."

            "We must have talked until two in the morning.  You were telling me about your family and past love life, about some guy that you met in Egypt but as soon as you met me, he became history."

            "And you were telling me how I was the first person to ever kiss your soft, sweet lips; the first guy to ever want or show interest in you, and how you were still a virgin."

            "That didn't last long, did it?"

            "I couldn't help it.  You were so sexy when you came out of the shower with your hair all wet and just a towel wrapped around your waist."

            "So you decided to jump me like an animal when I walked into the room?"

            "The Weasley men have been known for our animalistic ways in the bed room."

            "Well that night, after you had carried me into the bedroom, you were everything but an animal, Billy.  You were so gentle."

            "It was your first time.  I wasn't about to just fuck you fast and furious your first time, Chris Love.  I knew you needed to take it slow."

            "I never knew that I could feel such pleasure.  The way that you made me feel was amazing.  Like my body was going to explode with ecstasy."

            "I can say the same for you.  I have never cum so fast or hard in my life.  You were so tight and hot.  I couldn't take it."

            "I didn't last that long either.  You had me screaming.  I'm surprised that we didn't wake up the whole school."

            "I tried to pull out of you but you wouldn't let me and you begged me to hold you.  Then we fell asleep." 

            "Waking up the next morning in your arms was a dream come true, Billy.  I had been so lonely before we met.  I feel complete; whole when you hold me."

            "It felt so good having you in my arms.  I felt whole just as I always do."

            "I could've stayed like that forever.  But all good things must come to an end."

            "Damn Dumbledore and his: 'You must come down to breakfast, boys.  It would look odd if you didn't.'"

            "He was right, though.  Ron jumped on you as soon as you were in the doors."

            "He needed someone to talk to.  Ron was scared and very mad at Harry.  He thought that Harry had put his name in the Goblet without telling Ron.  But I don't think he did."

            "I don't think he did either."

            "Who could have done it then?"

            "It had to have been someone older.  There was no way around Albus' ago line."

            "That leaves the professors here at school, the Beautibox Headmistress, and that man from Dumbstring."

            "Don't forget any of the students from all the schools that were old enough to pass the ago line."

            "That narrows it down.  Well, at least I know that it wasn't my brothers.  Those devils can play some pretty mean tricks."

            "Fred and George are very sweet, tricky but sweet.  They would not do anything that would put Harry in danger."

            "I know, but sometimes I think they ask for trouble."

            "They are very cute together."

            "What do you mean by that?"

            "I mean that they make a cute couple."

            "What?!"

            "I love you, Billy but sometimes you can be a down right nit-wit.  Its right in front of your face and you don't even see it.  They are in love.  They may not even know it yet, but I can see it in their eyes.  They show their emotion in their eyes just as you do."

            "God, what am I going to do with them?"

            "Love them like you love all you bothers and sister."

            "Sometimes I wonder what I would do without you."

            "You'd die of starvation.  Either that or live with you parents."

            "Either out look looks bleak.  I think I'll stick to having you around."

            "Stick to having me around?  I do believe that I will be letting you stick around me.  I can take care of myself.  You on the other hand couldn't find your way out of a paper bag if your life depended on it."

            "Thanks for the confidence."

            "Any time, Sweetie."

            The next couple of months flew by rather quickly.  Billy and I tried to spend as much time together without being noticed as we could.  Albus drug me away to meet the officials at the ministry while Billy had to go to work with Gringotts.  I began to become close friends with Harry trying to get him to talk to me.  My meeting with Sirius was coming up.  Now this is when the story ends and true life begins: