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Darkness revealed
Kingsley was bombarded with questions as he was lead into the homely little shack, but it was too much and he just muttered away to himself. Molly dropped him into the chair at the head of the kitchen table and hushed everybody whilst she magiced up a strong, sugary tea for the distressed wizard. Incredibly the rich thick liquid seemed to do the trick.
He took a long swig of the tea sputtering slightly, but his eyes seemed to focus and without further delay started to relate the tale of what had happened that day. Amazingly the room hushed as the tail began.
With the last details settled back at the Ministry , back up and all other precautions set in place , Harry , Ron , Neville and Kingsley , joined by two other seasoned ministry wizards , Prancer and Godolphin had ported to what they hoped was a safe distance away from the enemy held castle . The party broke up into two groups, with Godolphin going with Harry and Ron, leaving Prancer to join Neville and Kingsley. The two groups had arranged to creep up on the castle, Harry's party from the west and Kingsley's from the south and thus try to gain access by stealth at the pre-arranged time. All had seemingly gone well and Kingsley's party had entered the castle successfully, or so the had thought.
That had got in by a small gate and had entered a corridor running around the outer walls of the castle when it had so badly gone wrong. Without warning, Prancer managed to detonate a booby trap. A magical bomb that blew him of his feet, throwing him several meters and into a wall, as well as shocking Neville and Kingsley. They had no chance to recover when they were attacked by the armed statues defending the castle. Neville and Kingsley, dragging the unconscious wizard, had no choice but to fight their way back out of the castle, hard pressed as they were. Kingsley took several blows from the large stone hammers of a particular nasty warrior statue before Neville had managed to blast it. Eventually they managed to get outside to safety, but by now Neville was virtually carry the other two.
Kingsley had had enough wits about him to teleport himself and Prancer away to safety , and to get the back up plan in motion , as Neville had rushed of to see what had happened to the other group .Kingsley was worried about the others as during their escape they had heard a cacophony of disturbing noises , distressing ones .
There was a stifled scream and a groan from Ginny, and everybody turned to face the distressed young woman. "Oh Merlin's beard ", shouted Molly "Not now, you're not ready yet " and she jumped up and grasped a teddy bear that was sitting on the mantelpiece above the fire. Hermione and Arthur quick realized what was going on, for the teddy bear was a port key ready to be activated at the right command to take them to St Mungo's, the maternity ward . Hermione went to Ginny side and whispered words of support and comfort as she helped her up, as she did, Arthur rushed of to get the bag that had been readied in case of this very emergency. Molly barked out orders to the rest of her family before herself, Arthur, Ginny and Hermione grasped the port key, and on her uttering 'baby booties' where ported away.
The staff at St Mungo's sprang effortlessly into action, whisking Ginny away and getting her settled into a bed ready for the delivery, the right spells to ease the birth already in place. Ginny was just starting labour, when in burst a senior matron, who headed straight for them. "Mrs. Potter "she started, "you can just stop all this panicking nonsense, everything is going to be fine, especially as we have baby's father here already." She went on to tell them that Harry had been bought in earlier in a bad way , but he was well on his way to recovery , and would almost certainly be up to see his new child , soon than later . They asked , among all the questions about Harry but she had no news of Ron .she kept the bad news from them , the news that Godolphin was dead and Prancer wasn't expect to make it either .
The birth went pretty smoothly, considering the tension the new mother was still feeling and stressing over. Soon after Harry was to wake to the sound of his new baby crying him into the new world.
As time went on, Hannah became less worried about her husband, less concerned at the clutching terror that had gripped her. She knew that these things often ran on for a long time. The most dangerous part of any raid like this was always going to be the early part of action, and that was long past. If anything had gone wrong, she was certain she would have gotten informed of it by now, if not through the ministry then certainly by Hermione – no news was good news. She was of course still royally pissed at her husband , but at least it would be her who would kill him when he got back later , she grinned to herself as she looked after the customers in the leaky cauldron.
A/N well that's it for part four and yet again I'm sorry about the delay but please review and help make the other chapters better , thanks .
Considering my ending still, happy or sad, what do you think?
