Chapter Four Celebrations and Break-Ins Luna and Neville had settled into parenthood without a glitch and with many visitors to their flat, all bearing gifts of some sort for the new arrival. The week had been hectic with the birth of Latimer Longbottom, Harry's ongoing murder case and Hermione's bookstore plans almost finished. She and Ginny had decided to go to pick out carpeting for the new store while Harry and Ron discussed tomorrow's Quidditch World Cup. Ron was stuffing his mouth with crisps while Harry was sipping a Muggle beer brought in by Dobby minutes before. He had decided to rest today, because for the next three weeks, his life would be nothing but hectic. Hermione's grand opening was in three days time, which he had reluctantly volunteered to help out with. And in three weeks from this very day was the double wedding of himself and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione. Besides the chaotic wedding plans, he still had to report to work for the mysterious Muggle murder case.

Hermione has researched for hours on the famed book and had concluded that it was indeed the Book of Mystics. It was a good start, but still left much to be discovered about the murderer and the motive behind the killing in Salem. It was half past three when Ginny and Hermione apparated into the back garden of Grimmauld Place with a faint pop.

"Well, the carpets have been laid, the books are in place, and the curtains have been hung," Hermione said, flopping onto a nearby armchair. "Now all I have left to do is wait until the doors open, and hope all goes well." "Itll be wonderful Love. How could it not be, with you as the owner?" Ron said with a smile as he kissed her softly on the lips. Ginny crossed the room and sat down on Harry's lap. He snaked his arms around her waist and kissed her in quite the same fashion, stroking her long red hair in the process. "I can't wait until we're married. It'll be wonderful hearing people call you Mrs. Potter," Harry said, grinning up at Ginny. She leaned down and kissed him again and whispered in his ear, "I can't wait until the honeymoon." Harry waggled his eyebrows suggestively which caused them both to burst into fits of giggles. Ron and Hermione hadn't been paying attention to anything but each other, until they heard Harry and Ginny giggling across the room. "Oh gross, cut it out you two!" said Ron, disgusted at seeing his little sister snogging his best friend. "Some things never change," Hermione said to Ginny, shaking her head and smiling.

They had all went to bed early that night to make sure they were up in time to catch the eight o'clock Portkey from the Ministry to the Quidditch World Cup. Ron, however, had left Grimmauld Place at five o' clock, to meet his team and prepare for the match of their lives.

After getting up, dressed, and fed, Hermione, Ginny, and Harry flooed directly to Harry's office at the Ministry of Magic. After showing his two best girls around his brand new suite, he led them down the hall to Kingsley's office. They were all to take the same Portkey as the Minister, since they were sharing the Top Box at the match. Upon entering the office, they found the Minister standing in his best traveling cloak placing an old Daily Prophet on his desk. "This is our Portkey, it leaves in two minutes," Kingsley said, in his casual deep voice. Harry put an arm around Ginny's waist and the other on the old newspaper, while Hermione and Kingsley follow suit.

They landed with a soft thud on the top of a grassy hill. Harry noticed that it was the same spot that the last Quidditch World Cup he had been to in his fourth year at Hogwarts had been held. Kingsley turned to Harry and the two girls and handed them each their tickets, along with a map of the grounds. Since they would be taking a Portkey back to London after the match, they headed straight for the stadium instead of to the campground. The Chudley Cannons were up against Puddlemere United this year for the Cup. Oliver Wood, who had been made Captain of Puddlemere had retired last year, leaving in his place a less aggressive, but certainly able bodied captain in his place. They began the long ascend to the Top Box up the purple carpeted stairs, and when they arrived, they found Mr. and Mrs. Weasley already seated. Fred and George, along with their wives and children, showed up shortly before the match commenced.

The Cannons had scored 250 points within the first half hour of the match, largely due to Ron's superb Keeper skills. The crowed let out a collective gasp as the Cannons Seeker Omar Olsen went into a dive. He had apparently spotted the Snitch, and within seconds of slamming into the ground, did a hairpin turn. The crowd roared as Olsen sat up on his broom, the snitch clasped firmly in his hand.

"CANNONS WIN THE CUP!" shouted Kingsley's voice, magically magnified by his own wand.

After many photos, autograph signings, and congratulations from friends and family, they all made their way back to the Burrow for a celebratory meal and party. All of their friends were there, including the entire Chudley Cannons team. They had set up a row of tables out in Mrs. Weasley's garden, and it was soon feeling the strain of the many plates, dishes, and bowls of her superb cooking. After the dishes were cleared and the tables were levitated back into place, Fred and George put their children to sleep inside and joined the loud party outside. Many bottles of butterbeer and Ogden's Old Firewhisky later, Arthur Weasley accompanied Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione back to Grimmauld Place. They had all been far too tipsy to Apparate back, so with the help of the eldest of the Weasley clan, they arrived safe and sound in the sitting room. Ron and Hermione had went straight to bed, no doubt to fool around, for the two had been snogging each other silly right before coming home. Harry turned to Ginny, both of whom were giggling at the situation, and Harry waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Ginny winked at him, gave him a quick peck on the lips and grabbed his hand. They had practically raced up the stairs to their bedroom.

The next morning, the foursome, all with a rather coincidental glow about them, trooped into the kitchen. Dobby had already prepared his famous Hangover Potion, and had it waiting next to their steaming plates of bacon and eggs. Just as Harry was opening his copy of the Daily Prophet, Dobby rushed into the kitchen, a dustrag in hand. "Harry Potter sir, Minister Shacklebolt is in the fire sir. He is saying it is important business concerning Godric's Hollow sir, in the sitting room sir." They all got up at once and ran to the sitting room to find Kingsley Shacklebolt's head appearing in the grate, surrounded by green flames. "Harry, I hate to bother you, but the wards around Godric's Hollow went off late last night and we couldn't reach you. Someone's broken in and we think it might have to do with the Salem case," Kingsley said hurriedly. "I'm on my way there now, thank you Minister," Harry replied, already standing up and heading up the stairs to get dressed.

When Harry arrived at Godric's Hollow, Kingsley was already there, along with Remus, Tonks, and Sirius. Sirius clapped Harry on the back and gave him that award-winning smile before heading into the small cottage. After the war on Voldemort, Harry had refurbished and fixed the tiny cottage as a getaway house for weekend vacations. But now, the door was hanging on only one hinge and the inside was disheveled. Everything had been overturned and knocked out of its rightful place. Harry walked straight to the large white fireplace, placed the palm of his hand on the large hanging photograph of his parents and mumbled a spell that only he could hear. A tinny whistling noise followed this barely audible spell, and Harry turned his attention towards it's source. He bolted up the staircase and into the Master bedroom.

Entering the room, Harry cast it into total darkness, mumbled yet another spell and a tiny ball of light shone on top of the chest of drawers. Harry walked over to it, placed the tip of his wand over the ball of light and muttered Lumos. The lights in the room immediately flickered back to life and sunlight once again poured in the windows. Harry looked down on his wand tip and saw one long, fine strand of black hair.

She was the last to have it, Bellatrix thought as she paced the cold cave floor. She had discovered the last known whereabouts of the moonstone by accident earlier that week. She had transformed into a blonde woman, whose hair she had plucked from her sweater while hiding behind the bushes in Diagon Alley. From there she had made her way to he Wizard Public Library to research the stone. While scouring old Daily Prophets she had seen it. Lily and James Potter's wedding announcement, complete with a large picture had given her proof. So the most logical place to look had been Godric's Hollow and the small cottage where Lily and James had lived, and where the Dark Lord had first fallen at the hands of Harry Potter. She had searched and scoured the house, only to find nothing.

For the next two days, Harry had been held up in his office at the Ministry while the Intelligence Aurors ran multiple tests on the strand of hair. Harry had placed the ward on the house himself to reveal anything the thief had left behind to identify who it was. It was half past eleven when he finally packed up his briefcase and headed to the lifts to meet Hermione, Ron, and Ginny at the new bookstore in Hogsmeade.

A grand purple and gold banner had been strung up above Hermione's beloved bookshop. It really was rather nice, Harry thought as he walked in the door. There were rows upon rows of books, with many tables, sofas and armchairs placed about the large room. Tables laden with food and drinks had been set up here and there around the shop ,and he helped himself to a cup of coffee as Ron and Hermione walked through from the back room. "Congratulations on the shop Hermione, it really looks great!" Harry exclaimed, as he hugged his friend. "Thanks, Harry. It's been alot of work, but it's finally here. And once the wedding's over with, we'll all have a chance to relax finally." She smiled. Ron wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her on the forehead. "I'm proud of you, Love," he said to her, giving her another kiss, this time on the lips. She smiled lovingly up at him and then turned to Harry. "Any news on the hair yet?" she inquired. "None yet, but hopefully something useful will turn up soon," he replied.

The grand opening couldn't have went better. Hermione had been kept busy until closing time at five o' clock that afternoon. Harry, Ron, and Ginny had also been busy, restocking shelves and replenishing food and drinks to the many customers. By the end of the day, the foursome were completely knackered and headed home to Grimmauld Place where Dobby had dinner waiting for them. Now with the Grand Opening behind them, it was onward with the final wedding plans.