Your Love Is All The Magic I Need

A/N: Don't own a thing, especially not HP. I hope you enjoy Chapter Three. Italics denote thoughts. Bold is for spells.

Chapter Three: Fish Stew, a Baby, a Brother, and a Report

Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione when the delegations from the two schools came in. Like the other students, he clapped politely as they welcomed the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. I am still mad that there won't be Quidditch this year and holy Merlin is that-

"That's Viktor Krum!" Ron said in a near whisper of absolute awe. Others at different tables repeated those words, and not all of them quite as quietly as Ron had. When the Durmstrang students sat with the Slytherins, Harry was certain that Ron would begin crying.

He felt something strange when the students from Beauxbatons arrived. One of them, a witch with hair so blonde that it was nearly silver, seemed familiar to him somehow. He wasn't sure why, but it felt as if he knew her already.

Fleur didn't know why she was felt a connection to the dark haired boy at the Gryffindor table. She knew who he was once she focused on him, everyone in the wizarding world knew who Harry Potter was. But this wasn't just knowing the name. This was seeing him in person, should I ask for his autograph? I could send it to Gabrielle, she would love getting a note from the hero of her storybooks. She thought. Like most children growing up in the post Voldemort world, Gabrielle had a few unofficial Harry Potter storybooks. Her favorite being 'Harry Potter and the littlest Giant'.

There was something though, a thrumming in her soul that puzzled her. She decided that the best thing to do at the moment was to ignore it and figure it out later. Still...She thought as she rose from her spot at the Ravenclaw table and walked towards the scarlet and gold colored tablecloth of the Gryffindor table.

"Excuse me, are you wanting the bouillabaisse?" She asked, looking specifically at Harry when she asked. Up close, she could better see his eyes. They are very green...She thought as those green eyes brought a flicker of something, whether dream or something else she couldn't say.

Harry watched her during the ball. He seemed to want to ask her to dance, but each time he gathered the courage, something would happen and his face would drop. 'Maybe I should give him a break' she thought to herself as she danced with her current partner, Roger something-or-other she thought.

Rogers hands were far too familiar for dancing, she noted as she moved them again to her waist. From the corner of her eye, she saw Harry glaring. Roger began to lead her out towards the carriages. Not wanting to cause a scene, she went with him, knowing that she could always scorch his trousers if he tried anything.

He didn't get the chance. Harry had apparently followed them out, when Roger put his hand on her backside again, Harry shoved him away from her.

Fleur blinked, she took the stew from the table. Her hand brushed Harry's and she shuddered very slightly. When she got back to the table, she sat beside her cousin and began to converse in rapid French.

"There is something strange going on, every time I look at Harry Potter, I get a shock or something, it's like the dream I had over the summer." She said to Evangeline.

The other witch laughed softly, "Maybe he's the one you were dreaming of. Maybe Fate was giving you a warning that you were meant to be with him.." She teased her cousin before taking some of the fish stew from the serving bowl.

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Tonks sat in her flat, this was her off day. She was looking forward to some rest before she began her time at Hogwarts. Fucks sake, I didn't want to go back to that place...She thought as she leaned back in her chair. Hestia would be over soon. She'd had to reschedule their Divination/Getting drunk time to today, something had came up and Hestia had needed the time for her own work.

She'd seen more 'flashes' as she'd begun calling them. Images of herself older, loving the older version of Harry Potter desperately, but being unable to make it work. The worst dream had been the one that took place immediately after he'd asked her out.

Molly Weasley was supposed to be her friend. That's what she called the thing she was doing now 'friendly advice'. It didn't feel friendly. In fact, it felt like she was trying to warn Tonks off of something she felt belonged to someone else.

"He's too young for you. Imagine what would happen if someone found out." Molly said, looking oddly close to drawing her wand on Tonks.

"Relax Molly, it's not as if we're going to suddenly decide that we can't live without each other. It's just some harmless fun. He's had such a young time. First there was the tournament and Cedric Diggory dying in front of him. Then Sirius going through the Veil..he just needs someone to help him feel better." Tonks said, putting her hands up to try and calm the older woman. She had liked the little smile Harry had given her when she'd said yes. It was different than Remus. Remus always acted like he was talking to her against his better judgment. "Besides, what's so bad if it did work out? We just keep everything about the waist for a couple of years and everyone's happy."

"The happiest people, in that case, would be the writers at Witch Weekly or the Daily Prophet," Molly told her still frowning. "You're six years older than him."

"Remus is twelve years older than me and I didn't hear you telling him that it was too scandalous, so what's different this time?" Tonks had a feeling she knew the answer. Molly was convinced that Harry and Ginny were meant to be together. Despite the two being in different years and not actually spending that much time together.

"That's different. You are both adults. Harry is a child." Molly said, defending her argument with the what she thought was an unbeatable point.

"Yeah, he's underage right now. Except that he's a legal adult. He's been one ever since the tournament. Only of age wizards could compete and thanks to the fake Moody, Harry was considered of age." Tonks replied, "Seriously though, this is about Ginny isn't it? You want those two together and so you're trying to talk me out of it so your daughter gets the hero."

"It's not that." Molly said, "It's also your job. What would happen if Madam Bones were to find out that you were going out with an only technically of age Harry Potter?"

Tonks wondered for a moment if Molly was threatening her. But the question was a fair one. The short answer is she'd be fired at best and in Azkaban at worst. That niggling detail ate at her for the rest of the night.

Tonks felt the wards thud, telling her that Hestia was at the door. Sure enough, there was a soft knock and a call of "Tonks, are you in?" She rose from her chair, crossing the floor so that she could open the door for her friend.

"Wotcher Hes." Tonks said in greeting as she stepped aside. Hestia had her usual deck of Tarot cards in her hand, but also a bag from a muggle liquor store.

Looking at the bag, Hestia smiled, "This is not a night for breathing fire. This is a night for fruity drinks with near-lethal amounts of alcohol and the two us trying to figure out what exactly is up between you and Harry Potter."

And so the mixology began. Hestia and Tonks each added splashes of various liquors into their glasses before settling in at the table. Hestia began to draw the cards, pausing for a sip of her cocktail before speaking. "Okay, this says that you are bound by the past. So maybe it's because your cousin is his godfather?" Hestia asked.

Tonks shook her head, "None of the dreams have really mentioned Sirius. Well, I mean a few have, but it's always been in the background." Hestia nodded, when she'd been unable to come and see her when they'd originally planned it, Tonks had sent her a list of the dreams.

"Hmm, now this card says the two of you will be family. Which is strange because you are family..." Hestia frowned, "Unless it's that baby you saw..."

Teddy...Tonks had felt the strongest about that part of her dreams. Even in the waking world, she could see that little baby in her arms. She smiled without knowing it, imagining holding him and looking into those green eyes.

Hestia noticed and smirked, "So, you definitely want the baby I take it. In that case, who gives a toss about those dreams? Just take your time, wait until he's legal and that'll be that." She wanted her friend to be happy. Morgana knows that she's the only person I know with worse dating luck than me. Sometimes it feels like no one knows who I am...

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It was the Hogsmeade weekend and against his better judgment, Harry was going to meet with Narcissa Malfoy. He'd already split from Hermione and Ron, telling them that he would meet them at Honeydukes later and made his way to the Three Broomsticks.

Upon entering, Madam Rosmerta motioned him towards a private booth at the back. Sitting there, making the old and worn booth look like a throne was Narcissa Malfoy. She looked just as well put together as she had when Harry had first met her at the World Cup. She gave him a small smile and motioned for him to sit down, "Hello Heir Potter..." She said, victory flashing in her eyes as she noticed the confusion in his own.

"I'm not sure what you mean ma'am..." Harry began. He had been here for three seconds and he was already lost like Ron's homework. What does she mean Heir Potter? Harry was aware, vaguely, that when he came of age he would have full control over his family vault. After all, that's what a family vault is right? It's the vault that holds the family's treasures...

"I'm sure you don't." She said, putting a gentle touch to her voice, "You are the Heir to House Potter. Your father was the last Potter before you came into the world and saved us from the Dark Lord. Ergo, everything that goes with the Potter name is yours. That would be quite a lot if I'm not misremembering what I heard from my father." Here she smiled with a teasing wink, "You and Draco could have been brothers if he'd had his way. He wanted to arrange a marriage between myself and James Potter. Mother wouldn't hear of it of course, that is why I ended up married to Lucius."

Draco Malfoy as my brother? Oh no no no no no no no no no please no. Harry couldn't help the shudder of revulsion that overtook him. Narcissa noticed the gesture. For a moment anger flooded into her as Harry insulted her son. Calm yourself Narcissa. Remember the plan. Harry will have plenty of time to come to grips with Draco when Draco is his step son.

"Is the idea of your father and I being together completely distasteful to you Heir Potter?" Narcissa asked evenly, "I will admit that Draco has not been the most gracious towards you but-"

Harry stopped her, "Let's start with him insulting the first friend I'd ever made. Then he steals Neville's rememberall. Then there's all the times he's called Hermione a mudblood." He looked at her, "Your son has been nothing but a bigot and a bully since the day I met him."

"Draco has perhaps too much of his fathers nature in him." Narcissa suggested, "Lucius does not allow dissent at home, so I am unable to mitigate his influence. Were I still Narcissa Black, I can assure you there would be a very different Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts." It was a lie, but it was a good one to work with for now. Let Harry think that the key to changing how Draco acts is me becoming a Black again. At any rate, perhaps if Harry thinks it will hurt Draco he will be more eager to do it.

"Yeah, your husband. He tried to kill Ginny Weasley with a cursed diary. That's how I learned that if you get bitten by a basilisk, you'd better be friends with a phoenix." Harry said, drawing his sleeve back and showing her the scar on his arm. Without meaning to, Narcissa touched his arm, tracing the scar briefly before looking into his eyes.

"The 'Heir of Slytherin' unpleasantness...yes. I remember that, that was how Lucius lost his Elf." Narcissa said quietly, she saw the flash of anger in Harry's eyes and held her hand up, "I suppose near tragedy would be a better choice of phrase since several students including your Miss Granger were petrified. In any event, Lucius is a very slippery fellow, it's rather difficult for someone to catch him in his little schemes. Much as I cannot do anything to circumvent my husbands wishes regarding Draco, I would not be able to assist in snaring my dear husband in his own web. Family bonds you know..." Internally, Narcissa smiled as she put a less subtle hint in her next statement, "Again, were I Narcissa Black, I could do whatever my Lord Black wished in regards to Lucius and Draco's actions."

"Who is Lord Black?" Harry asked.

Narcissa pretended to think for a moment, "Considering the members of our family that are dead or disowned. It would most likely be my cousin Sirius. If he were to go to Gringotts and claim the Black family Headship, he would be capable of doing quite a lot. For an example, he could use Gringotts private courier service to send an owl to Madam Bones and request that she look up his trial or rather lack of one."

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Amelia Bones found the report on her desk nearly unbelievable. The Dementors were no longer affecting Bellatrix Lestrange. She frowned as she re-read the paper, trying to make some sense of it. The only time a Dementor ignores a human is once they've had their soul sucked out. But seeing as she's conscious and alert I doubt that is the case. I don't get this... She sighed and stood from her chair, stretching her back with a groan.

Amelia had been proud to take this job when it was offered to her shortly after the defeat of Voldemort. But slowly and surely she found the constraints of bureaucracy were growing worse and worse to deal with.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

She remembered being Head Auror. She felt like she was making a difference. Here she just made orders and listened to idiots complain about how her order that all paperwork had to be written by hand and not with an auto-quill made things too difficult.

Idiots. We have to do our jobs the correct way, not the easy way.

She was annoyed by the way the Ministry itself worked. Fudge sent his cronies to give his orders instead of speaking face to face. Only people he sees personally are the ones giving 'donations' to the Ministry...

She twisted her back, groaning softly as she felt the knots in her spine pop. She slowly rubbed her lower back, digging her thumbs into the sweet spot in the small of her back. She needed to get back to work. Apparently Mrs Lestrange wants a meeting with me. I'll head to Azkaban sometime next week. I'm sure whatever dreadfully important reason she has to speak to me can hold until then.