Ginny Weasley: Oh thank Merlin. I was getting sick of all those stories where I am either some perfect soulmate to Harry or a conniving little harlot wanting to entrap him.

Scott the Wanderer: Well, to be fair in many stories you are supposedly brainwashed into the later.

Ginny: Yes, yes, I know which is barmy. If that was the case wouldn't most of the Purebloods and Halfbloods in Hogwarts be the same?

Scott: Yeah, you have a point.

Ginny: Thank you. By the way, I know you have an upcoming story where most of the Weasleys are going to be painted in a bad light. I don't mind it as long as you don't make me stupid.

Scott: Why would not mind it?

Ginny: Well, why do you think Harry likes reading the smarter Dark!Harry stories? It let's use live out the dark impulses.

Scott: Makes sense.

Ginny: Thought it would. Oh, and good choice on having me in love with Dean. I just hope I can make it up to him.

Scott: It's possible.

Ginny: Thanks. Well, Scott the Wanderer does not own Harry Potter or anything you recognize.

Scott: Thank you and thanks for being a good sport.

Ginny: Well, you can thank Gabrielle. She gave me some Veela Tears and look, I gained a cup size and I have booty too. Not to mention no wrinkles or stretch marks. I look twenty five again.

Scott: Let me guess, they were in trade for access to Harry.

Ginny: We may have taken her on as a permanent boarder now that Lily is in school, Fleur may or may not be over constantly as well.

Scott: What about Bill?

Ginny: Eh, he has more time to spend down at the Blue Oyster now.

Thank you for all your wonderful reviews. I was quite shocked that aside from my beta nobody thought of an Elephant for Tusks. Though I will admit that Ron as a Boar or Warthog would make some sense…maybe another story.

Nymphadora Potter-Black nee Tonks groaned as she began to slip back into the waking world. For a moment the events of the day and night before seemed almost dreamlike. That quality ended when her body reported more than a bit of soreness. Hers eyes flew open and sure enough she was looking at the sleeping face of one Fleur Potter nee Delacour. Any thoughts that it had been a dream fueled by three months of sexual repression were banished. That fact was both upsetting and reassuring. It was upsetting in that she was married to Harry Potter instead of Remus Lupin like she had been planning for over the summer. The reassuring part came in that at least she wasn't harboring hebophilic tendencies. She doubted very much the world would see the attraction to mature teenagers as much different than pedophilia. However all such thoughts fled her mind as she saw Fleur's eyelids flutter.

Fleur was under normal circumstance a kind if slightly aloof woman to strangers. To friends she was much more open and friendly. Normally she was a delight to be around and though she did have a fiery temper it did have to be provoked. Unfortunately that wasn't true for the first ten minutes of the day. For some reason that nobody could understand Fleur was the very embodiment of evil dark rage. So a waking Fleur was very terrifying to those who knew her, the sole exception was when she was woken by Gabrielle.

"Bonjour ma belle épouse!" Fleur chirped happily before leaning in to kiss Nymphadora. "I will be in the shower if you want me." With the smile still on her face, Fleur got herself out of bed. The only concession to the night's activities was that she walked very carefully to the bathroom. "If you see 'Arry, tell 'im I will need a raincheck for a few hours before we continue any 'oneymoon activities."

With that Fleur shut the door and in a few seconds the shower could be heard running.

"What the bloody hell?" Nymphadora muttered as she stared at the bathroom door. She still remembered the day she had popped in the Headquarters while the Weasley's and Fleur were there. She had made the mistake of saying good morning to Fleur only three minutes after she rose. There had been fireballs and pain and screaming. Nothing fatal of course, as that would have been a kindness. "Did Harry just shag the evil out of Fleur?"

Harry Potter was more than a bit sore from his wedding night. However he was used to cooking breakfast in pain. The Dursleys were not the nicest people after all. Having befriended Fleur he knew exactly what the Veela liked for breakfast. On Nymphadora's part he was completely clueless, but figured he could find out later. So he was in the suite's kitchen making tiramisu crepes, a pepper tomato onion omelet, southern style sausage gravy with buttermilk biscuits, and sliced Strawberries with Kiwi. Of course he also had a pot for tea and a carafe of coffee waiting.

"Wotcher Husband!" Nymphadora tried her best to startle her new husband only to see him just turn and smile. Pouting a bit she took a seat at the bar. "Aww, you're no fun."

"Sorry, Nymph, I placed a security charm on the floor so I would know when someone is coming out. Coffee or Tea?" Harry asked as he motioned to the cup he was getting for her.

"Coffee, lots of cream and four lumps sugar." Tonks was still a tea lover, but hanging out with Fleur had addicted her to the Coffee early on. "So what are you cooking? It smells divine."

"Fleur's favorite breakfast. I would have done yours too, if I had known what it was." Harry shrugged as he placed the coffee in front of Nymphadora. "I figure if you have to be saddled with me, then I might as well make it pleasant." Turning back to the cooking he missed the slightly incredulous stare he was getting from Nymphadora. "Oh, and since I can't just keep calling you Tonks, can we settle on Dora for public and keep Nymph for more private settings."

"Sure Harry." The newly nicknamed Dora shrugged before taking a sip of her coffee. "How are you moving around so easy? I had to use a slight numbing charm and I'm still walking a little bowlegged?"

"The potions protect from chafing." Harry replied after a few moments as he quelled the initial gloating response that came to mind. "As for the muscle strain, it's not as bad as having to walk around with cracked ribs because of the warning you guys gave Uncle Vernon."

"He struck you?" Tonks blinked a few times as she processed that. "Hard enough to crack ribs? When I find that sorry excuse for a human being I am gonna rip his spleen out through his nostrils. I'll kicks his bullocks so hard he coughs them out. I'll…"

"Dora, it's not a big deal. It happened over a year ago. I was healed in a week." Harry cut off the tirade even as it was still going. "We have bigger fish to fry before we worry about Vernon Dursley."

"Alright, but we will come back to this. If I had known…" Dora cut off her own tirade by taking long sip of her coffee. She knew exactly what was going on. The rituals were helping her redirect her feelings. It was bad enough that she felt protective of Harry already, but now it was being amplified. "So have you contacted Hermione and Ron?"

"Yes, we will be meeting in three days. Luna will be joining us with a second Wizarding tent." Harry responded after a moment. "On a not so happy note the Ministry is now under Death Eater control if I am reading the signs right. Dolores Umbridge is again Senior Undersecretary to the Minister and Head of the Muggleborn Registration Committee."

"That slaad-spawn is back in power?" Tonks nearly spit out her coffee. "Shite. This is not good."

"What is not good?" Fleur Potter asked as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a terrycloth robe, her hair wrapped up in a towel. "Do I smell Tiramisu crepes and southern omelet? Oh, 'Arry you are too good to me. Did you make the sausage gravy too?"

"Oui, ma belle Fleur, and those Southern Buttermilk Biscuits you like so much as well." Harry chuckled as started plating up breakfast. "As I was telling Dora here, I think the Death Eaters have control the Ministry. Umbridge is back and they have formed a Muggleborn Registration Committee."

"Eh, that is not the way I wished to start my 'Oneymoon 'Arry." Fleur huffed as she sat down. "I do not wish to think of that 'orrible Toad woman today."

Setting the platters of the food on the table, Harry could really only nod in agreement. He really had no wish to think about Umbridge either. He actually had many, many more questions. Most of them revolved around the fact that his two wives seemed to be far too accepting of the circumstances. Intellectually he knew they were being influenced by the rituals, but it just didn't seem right. Waiting for the ladies to help themselves, he poured coffee for Fleur, heavy cream and lots of sugar, just as she had taken it during the Tournament.

"Oh Merlin, these are fantastic!" Dora moaned around a mouthful of the crepes. Turning to Fleur the pink haired metamorphmagus of course had to ask the question that far too many jealous witches had wondered over the years. "How do you stay thin eating like this?"

Fleur quirked an eyebrow even as she gave an impish grin. She couldn't respond right away as she too had a mouth full of crepes that she was savoring. Taking the minute to thoroughly enjoy her food she spoke again after she swallowed. "I am blessed with a very 'igh metabolism, ma epouse. My cousins are extremely jealous of me in that regard. I can eat all of this and not gain one little gram. If they even looked at it, they would gain two kilos."

"Well, thank Morgana my talent comes with the same thing." Dora chuckled. "Otherwise we would get fat on Harry's cooking."

"Oh trust me, Fleur's is just as good. Her risotto is to kill for." Harry said before he began tearing into his breakfast. Despite the large wedding dinner he was starving again, though he could lay the blame at his wives' feet. "And don't try to act like you can't cook Dora, I know all about your homemade hummus and pita crisps. So none of us will ever starve, I am sure."

"Well, at least I'll be making it for someone who appreciates it." Dora chuckled. It had been the one downside to dating Remus, many of her culinary skills were based on meatless dishes. Not because she was a vegetarian, but because for some odd reason the only meat she could make correctly was for tacos and burritos. Otherwise it ended up much like Hagrid's rock cakes. "I will handle lunch today then."

"Actually, it's one in the afternoon. So dinner would probably be closer to the case." Harry smiled after swallowing some of the gravy covered southern biscuits. "And I already arranged for dinner. Hagrid sent a few Skrewt steaks." Harry grinned as he saw the ladies' eyes widen. The Blast Ended Skrewt wound up actually having one redeeming virtue. They produced a meat that was more succulent than lobster and nearly impossible to overcook. "I thought that along with steamed asparagus and angel hair pasta with a light lemon sauce they would be a perfect dinner."

"Nope. This is not a dream." Dora said after pinching her arm. "Unbelievably good in the sack and cooks like a five star chef. How the hell hasn't anyone snatched you up yet, Harry?"

"I would have to say, because I suck at dating." Harry said after a moment's reflection. "I also have a habit of falling for the wrong women. But that's not important right now. I'm kind of worried the ritual has affected you more than it should. Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying the fact that you two aren't on a rampage or weeping, but it seems strange that you're this accepting of what happened."

"Ah, I understand 'Arry." Fleur said after a moment. "The Rituals blunt the negative feelings for a while. I still feel them and honestly I will likely take a long bath later and cry. I also have a strong desire to find the person responsible and introduce them to the idea of a fireball enema. 'Owever, you are not to blame in this and you are just as trapped as we are. Making your life difficult makes no sense whatsoever."

"What she said, though I will probably get a little short from time to time." Dora shrugged. "I know you are used to taking the blame, Stud. Well, we aren't gonna let you. So let's finish up breakfast and see if there is a way we can sneak our clothing out of our flats. If they aren't being staked out by Death Eaters I'll eat Hagrid's cooking."

"Given how you two are now married to numero uno on Tom's hit list, yeah." Harry nodded. "I had Dobby check them out. There is a team of six Death Eaters watching each flat. So I sent a letter to Gringotts and offered them a three percent handling fee to pay your rent out of Black Vaults. As for clothes, I think a little shopping is in order. I'm not fabulously wealthy, but I have enough to buy you both camping wardrobes."

"Non, we cannot spend your money like that." Fleur responded first. "I make…what is saying…quite a bit as a Curse-breaker."

"I'm not exactly poor either. Aurors are not underpaid at all." Dora continued.

"Do either of you have a Muggle account?" Harry asked and when both women shook their heads he smiled. "I emptied my trust account at Gringots, melted down the Sickles and Galleons and sold the gold and silver at pawn brokers all over the country. Well, Hermione and Ron helped. After buying a load of supplies I have half a million pounds left. Hermione has access to about the same as well as Ron."

"I'm almost afraid to ask what you did with the Knuts." Dora said after a moment.

"Gave them to Dobby and Winky to secure their services for life." Harry shrugged. "I haven't asked what they have done with them."

"Kreacher must admit, statue of Half-Blood Master is awe inspiring." Kreacher tried to hate the thirteen foot Bronze statue of Harry Potter using the Sword of Gryffindor to fend off the Basilisk. Unfortunately for him he had been conditioned to hold any Black of Black in awe, especially if they had performed great deeds. "How old was Master?"

"The Great Harry Potter was twelve." Dobby said reverently as he put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. "This was just before Harry Potter freed Dobby from the Bad Master."

"Winky thinks Master Harry will love his statue." Winky smiled up at Dobby. "Maybe he will let Dobby marry once he sees it."

"Kreacher is not sure. Halfblood Master is very humble." Kreacher mumbled. "Kreacher does think Master's wives will like it."

"Dobby be knowing Master Harry will not like statue, but it is not for Master Harry to like. It is for Dobby to like." Dobby said with some firmness. "Just like Kreacher's statue of the Dog Father and his Brother and Winky's statue of Master Crouch. They is for us and Master Harry will be happy that we are happy."

"Halfblood Master is a strange sort, like Master Regulus." Kreacher nodded as he looked fondly to his statue of Regulas and Sirius. It was only two feet tall as he wanted to be able to take it to his cupboard. "Perhaps Kreacher will come to like him as much."

"Number one hundred forty three?" Marietta Edgecombe called out from behind the counter. Her internship in the Department of International Travel was a rather ham handed bribe to convince her not to file suit against the Ministry. Sure she wouldn't have won, but the Ministry did not need yet another scandal on top of the Umbridge debacle. Still it gave Marietta another inroad with the Ministry and she was not going to just let that slip through her fingers. That her current position resulted in a bribe of Veela tears to remove the SNEAK mark on her forehead was icing on the cake. Now she was blemish free. "And what can I help you with?"

"Ah yes, some time in the last week these Torcs were enchanted as Portkeys to the Harem Chambers of the Sultan of Iraq. Now, that in itself was a problem and could have gotten me killed, but it also ended up disrupting my wedding." Bill Weasley's voice held a cold edge that would have frozen dragon's blood. "Now I want to know who commissioned these Portkeys and who enchanted them. I want to know before I decide to file possibly Line Theft charges against this entire department."

"Uhm…I can't give out the name of the person who commissioned the Portkey without a warrant from the DMLE." Marietta nearly swallowed her tongue with fear. "I can tell you the original destination was supposed to be Thailand. So I will definitely help you find who enchanted them."

"How do you know the intended destination?" Bill was doing a very good impression of Severus Snape at that moment.

"This department rarely gets any jewelry to enchant. It's always rubbish items. So I remember the wedding torcs." Marietta responded quite factually. It was the truth even if she remembered them for other reasons. Waving her wand at the log book it quickly opens to the proper page. "Ah here we are. The enchanter was one Kelsey Nott. The DMLE will want to handle this as there has been a string of young women who just disappeared via portkey. If she sent them to the same location we might have a case of the Sultan bribing our enchanters."

Bill was not especially proud of what he did next. While it was not needed for his job he was a Master Legilimens, capable of wandless and wordlessly entering another mind with eye contact. Marietta had rudimentary occlumency shields, but since Bill only wanted surface thoughts he was able to avoid them. With just a cursory search he found the name he was looking for: Muriel Prewett.

"Well, thank you for your time. Make certain the DMLE contacts us straight away once they find the culprit." Bill managed to sound disappointed that he had failed to procure the name.

"I will, Mr. Weasley." Marietta smiled blissfully unaware her surface thoughts had been violated.

"So we're meeting Harry tomorrow at Privet Drive?" Ron's tone made it quite clear how ludicrous that sounded. "Didn't we fight through fifty Death Eaters just to get him out of there?"

"Yes, but Winky reports they aren't watching the place, nor did they leave any charms behind." Hermione eased her boyfriend's fears as she massaged his shoulders. He had strained himself the night before during the shower sex. "And we're using strictly muggle means of getting there."

"Oh, well that's a load off my mind." Ron chuckled. He trusted Hermione and Harry to come up with a good plan for the rendezvous, but it never hurt to double check. "As per Luna's suggestion I managed to buy some of those Taser guns. I had to buy one for Dad in order for him to take me to Muggle Edinburgh. The dealer taught us how to use them. They're bloody wicked."

"Language Ronald." Hermione hissed out at his mild profanity. "How are you dealing with Harry having two wives?"

"Better than I would have a year ago that is for…sure." Ron barely stopped himself from swearing that time. "I mean I'm only as jealous as the next bloke. And not because it's Fleur and Tonks, but because I'm not sure I could handle two women. I can't even handle the awesome woman I already have."

"Well, that's a really grown up answer." Hermione whispered in her boyfriend's ear. "How about we retire for the afternoon and play Naughty Librarian?"

"Don't have to ask me twice."

"What have I been doing?" Ginny Weasley was pouring through her journal with ever mounting horror. At first it had not been bad. In fact her descriptions of her dates with Dean were the normal stuff for teenage girls. Then she started that new potion for her monthlies and the nightmare began. She had been stalking Harry convinced that they were soul mates. "This sounds almost like…no…I couldn't have been."

Setting her diary down she reached for her sixth year potions text. She had dreams of being a healer if she didn't make it as a Quidditch player. Something about her actions clicked in her head. Leafing through the texts she found the potion for her monthlies and saw immediately what had been done. The potion was perfectly compatible with Amortentia and since the one potion had to be keyed the other could be easily as well.

"Okay, Ginny work out who did this. Pomfrey wouldn't as it would violate her oath." The ginger girl recounted to herself as she paced. "Slughorn couldn't have as this started in before he did. I don't think Dumbledore has had the time. It has to be Snape. Now I just have to figure out why."

"Why what, Gin-Gin?" Bill Weasley was not a fool. His Aunt Muriel might have not been thrilled that he was marrying a 'French Tart' but she would never meddle with the Wedding Rituals. So when he saw Muriel Prewett's name he knew exactly who the guilty party was. However when he came to confront his little sister for her side of the story, he heard more than he bargained for.

"Bill, I did something very, very bad. Bad enough, that I wouldn't blame anyone if they wanted to kill me." Ginny wanted to cry, her throat caught a few times as she looked up at the Big Brother she idolized so much. She had hurt him and hurt him badly. "I think I was under Amortentia, but I don't think that should excuse my actions."

Bill just stood there staring at his favorite sibling. He was angry with her. He was furious that she ruined his wedding. He was furious on his part, on Fleur's and oddly enough on Harry's as well. If he wasn't used to keeping a firm control on his actions, he might have hexed her. Instead he stood there silently waiting for her to continue.

"It's all in my Journal. I never meant to interfere in your wedding, Bill. It was meant to be Remus and Tonks, I picked the location of a Temple in Thailand so they could get married there." Ginny continued. Thailand was one of three countries in the world with no bias against werewolves. The other two did not allow Portkey entry without submitting passports, which was the only reason she didn't choose them. "I didn't mean to send you away. I swear."

"So, you wanted to set it up so you had to marry Harry?" Bill did not need to read Ginny's mind to see her sincerity. The plan made too much sense the way Ginny related it. "You don't think that would have been just as bad?"

"Well, now that the potions have worn off, I think it is worse." Ginny sobbed. "I don't love Harry and I know he doesn't love me. Well not romantically."

"Wait, how do you know that Harry doesn't love you?" Bill would tear into her later about everything, but he had a bad feeling about what she was about to say.

"Because he was potioned like I was. Mine was in my Monthlies potion and I think his was in his Pumpkin Juice. It always smelled of charcoal pencils and football cleats to me. I didn't think anything of it at the time because he was paying attention to me." Ginny sobbed out again feeling all the more guilty that in the back of her mind she knew he'd been potioned. "This huge mess is all because Snape played with our emotions. I have no idea why either."

"Oh Bloody Hell!" Bill growled before punching the frame of the door. Above them the Weasley family ghoul began to howl only to be silenced when Bill answered with a feral snarl. "How is he not dead from that much Amortentia?"

"Pffft, after the Basilisk bit him and Fawkes cried in his wound, he could probably gargle with Acromantula venom every morning and not even feel woozy." Ginny responded. "And given his resistance to mind affecting magic…"

"Daily dosing would be needed." Bill finished that thought. "So how are we going to fix this Gin-Gin?"

"I have no idea. I just know when Fleur finds out, I am dead or I will wish I was."

Harry Potter had been cursing the fact that both his wives were far too adorable when they pouted. He had been all prepared to just hand over his credit card and let them get in some retail therapy. They had insisted that he should come along as they would need his opinion, then they had pouted. So now he was sitting dutifully on a bench as they tried on outfits. At first they had been fairly tame: T-shirts, jeans, blouses, some skirts. Dora tended towards the more punkish end of the fashion while Fleur was more conservative.

"Merciful Merlin!"

However now they had moved up to more provocative wear and had dressed identically. Harry wasn't sure if those were leather pants or if it was just paint, but he was damned sure there was no way they could be any tighter. Their shirts weren't any roomier as the cropped tops looked almost painted on. Not to mention if the shirts were a inch shorter both Fleur and Dora would be arrested for indecent exposure. Of course to complete the look they had leather boots, gloves and jackets.

"I would say our 'usband approves, non?" Fleur smirked as she watched Harry's eyes roll over her. While she hated when someone under the Allure did that, this was an ego boost. "I say this is definitely our combat look."

"Oh yeah, if we can get Harry to ogle us like that Death Eater's eyes will roll out of their heads." Dora chuckled. "We should get the others something like this too."

"Oui, I definitely want to see 'Arry in tight leather pants." Fleur grinned as she conjured that image in her head. "You would wear Leather for us, wouldn't you 'Arry?"

"Um…Um…Um…If you think I should." Harry was trying to restart the part of his brain that would try to object, but found he couldn't. "Wouldn't Dragonhide be better though?"

"This is Dragon'ide, you silly man." Dora replied in a faux French accent that was a good match for Fleur's. Getting a slight glare from her sister wife she cleared her throat and continued without the accent. "This is Madam Malkin's other set of shops. The ones she runs for Magicals living in the Muggle world. Don't tell me you didn't notice that everything has been perfectly tailored to us."

"Well, I just assume that you two had the dream bodies that every fashion designer designs clothes for." Harry shrugged not realizing that even Veela and Metamorphmagi could be insecure with body issues. So he assumed the bright smiles were just for him being right. "So I assume you want to play 'dress up Harry' with me now, right?"

"Oui, I very much want to play Dress up 'Arry, now. Your clothes are much better than during the tournament, but I think there is a little room for improvement." Fleur said with a warm smile. "So, let us get into more casual clothes and we will start."

"Alright, but I am not giving up boxers for any of those male thongs." Harry replied with a cheeky grin.

"Pfft, like you could fit that thing in anything else." Tonks scoffed. "And don't run or you'll only be allowed kilts."

"Albus, we have a complication in the plan." Severus Snape was not happy having to bring this news to the portrait of his True Master. Yes, he was still a Death Eater and served Voldemort, but only because Albus wanted him to. He had been an integral part of the plan since the day he had come the Dumbledore with the news that Lily's son was the Chosen One. "Potter has married Delacour and Tonks."

"I fail to see how this might be a complication, Severus." Dumbledore said after a moment of quiet reflection. "Harry will be more willing to sacrifice himself for two women he deeply loves."

"That part would be tolerable, Albus. It was an unholy hell making sure that boy never expressed his feelings towards anyone he actually romantically loved." Severus paced back and forth in front of the portrait. "We could have had him married off to Bell, Chang, Bones or any of the others if that had been our goal. You remember why we didn't allow that, don't you?"

"Yes, the Ritual of Osiris and Isis. Harry had more than enough genuine romantic love for them. He might be moved by Magic to make that set of vows. I never understood why the Potters ingrained that in their very blood." Dumbledore shook his head. "Surely Harry wouldn't love two spoken for women that much."

"For once I get to say this to you: You vastly underestimate him." Severus sneered. "He spoke the vows in the same butchered Latin that James did and like Lily did, they unknowingly repeated. The Veela leading the ceremony knew, you could see it in her eyes. The memory provided to me was very detailed."

"This does complicate matters, Severus. Lily and James only died that night because they sacrificed themselves for the Ritual of Protection." Dumbledore frowned deeply. "Somehow, I doubt we can convince all three of them they need to die to kill Tom. If even one of them is slightly unwilling…"

"Is there not another way to remove the Horcrux?" Severus felt he needed to ask. "If it were gone then Potter could defeat the Dark Lord."

"Basilisk Venom and Fiend Fyre could destroy the Horcrux, but Harry is now forever immune to the former and the latter would destroy his body and soul, as well as Fleur's and Nymphadora's." Dumbledore shook his head as he considered the options. "I have not found any other way to destroy a Horcrux."

"Surely a Cursebreaker…"

"No, as much knowledge as they have a Cursebreaker has never had to destroy a Horcrux. At least in the last thousand years." Dumbledore shook his head. "The beings that had Horcruxes did not leave behind tombs filled with gold. They were to the last destroyed by other powerful wizards who had to destroy all the Horcruxes in order to finish them off. At least that is what Director Ragnok told me when I asked."

"So we have a possibly immortal Dark Lord thanks to our own machinations, how lovely." Severus drawled as he absorbed the entire implications. Seeing the confusion in Dumbledore's eyes, Snape decided to explain. "Miss Weasley, under the effect of the potions that you approved sabotaged a wedding in order to attempt to marry Potter. That she failed is most certainly due to the effects of the potion in her system."

"Well, then most likely, my Next Great Adventure was not as blissful as I hoped." Dumbledore sighed heavily. "Severus, do not abandon hope just yet. Harry has pulled off the impossible before we must hope he can do so again."

"I do hope you are right, Albus. If you are not, Hell will be a welcome reprieve from the Dark Lord's rule."