All things Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. The storyline is mine.
Be aware. Rated M for language and some soft sex scenes.
Previously on; Merlin Made Me Do It: Choices
Somehow Ilir and I never get around to discussing the book. We touch on a few topics but nothing germane to the book. We are as comfortable with each other as if we'd been friends for years.
I wonder if our familiarity is part of the magic of the prediction. Then I realize I haven't accepted the prediction. The magic shouldn't be working on anything. Curious, I mention this to Ilir.
He responds stoically. "It isn't the magic Harry. I appeal to wizards of all shapes and sizes."
I reply with a snort. "You wish."
Ilir laughs as well. He's becoming a bloody comedian. Git.
Before Ilir leaves, I want to address our schedule of meetings. Initially he and I had agreed on Tuesdays at 7:00 pm. I question whether we should be more flexible.
After a few minutes discussion, we agree to meet at least twice a week, days and times to be determined later. With a smile worthy of a Cheshire cat, Ilir bids me goodnight before apparating out.
/*/
Twenty minutes later as I am eating some dinner, an owl tap taps on my window. I don't recognize the bird, but I retrieve the message and reward it with a piece of bread. The message is from Ilir and contains two words.
Thanks brother.
With a smile on my face, I place the note on the table. I started this day feeling good and it is ending the same way.
I walk to the floo, and throw in some powder. "Seamus' flat."
I'm going to see my witch.
/
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Harry and Ilir grow closer while Harry and Seana experience their first separation. Ginny pulls a fast one. Hermione is put on the spot. Petunia is released from hospital. There is drama on the Dramione front. Oh my.
From time to time, we will cross from fan fiction to fandom and back. Don't be alarmed. It's all good. Harry is way OOC but he's grown up, and the man he is, is not the boy he was. Harry Centric, but nods to Dramione. Humor/Fluff/Anxiety/Drama. Enjoy.
Chapter 7: Stand Together or Fall Apart
I have a lovely albeit too short visit with Seana. It is a short but shag filled visit.
Now that Seamus realizes Seana and I are serious about each other, he doesn't begrudge me time alone with his sister. However, courtesy dictates we don't let Seamus catch us in compromising situations. We always put silencing and locking charms on Seana's room when we are together whether we shag or not. Seamus may be tolerant of my visits, but his tolerance only extends so far. Good old Dean doesn't even look in Seana's direction when I'm around. Good. Like I previously told him, if he puts one toe out of line with Seana, I will not hesitate to curse him into another life.
Seana is my dream witch. She can make me cum just by looking at my dick. Yes, I know, Harry Potter is whipped. Whatever. Seana knows how to get me worked up. She will sit across the room in one of the bedroom chairs, and spread her legs enough to make me start thinking about her small, pink rosebud. This not only makes big dick hard, it makes him start crying as well. Big dick has ruined many pairs of boxers crying over Seana. Seana will then lean her head back against the chair, stick her hand inside her knickers and rub her sex spot. This is foreplay. She doesn't want me to approach her just yet. I know this because me and big dick have tried. She rebuffs us until she is ready for us. By that time, even my tongue is leaking.
My witch knows how to make me want her. Seana has spread her legs wider and pulled her knickers to the side so I can see her most intimate part. The first moan has escaped her lips. The first moan is my clue to get over there. Usually, I would slide her soaking wet knickers off and suck every inch of that slit until cum is running down her bum. But, I haven't seen my witch in several days, big dick wants to shag. I pick her up, pull off her knickers and slide into her in one motion.
Good thing for silencing spells because Seana is panting and moaning louder than Dramione in 8th year. I ram into her, but she screams for me to go harder. My guess is that she missed me too. She is holding onto me as though her life depended on it, thrusting and grinding that hot, wet pussy against me. I am ramming her, calling her name, and sliding my tongue across her mouth. She digs her nails into my back and my fire erupts. I tell her to cum for me. She whimpers, that she's right at the edge. I am too close to hold the orgasm any longer, but she is right there with me, and we go over that edge together. She grinds against me two or three more time to get at every last drop. Then, we fall back down to sanity, together.
She was magnificent. Hell, I was magnificent. This witch can do with me what she wants, anytime she wants. I am whipped. Sinking down onto the bed, we gulp for air. Once my breathing returns to normal, I tell Seana that I love her. Rubbing her hands across my chest, Seana tells me, she loves me too.
I know I'm her first man and I'm determined to be her only man. I will curse a wizard over this witch. In fact, I will curse a witch over this witch.
Phew! Calm down. I'm beginning to sound like Draco.
Lying in my arms, looking so satisfied and so peaceful, Seana makes me think of what Merlin has predicted for us. When I look at her, I hear Legend Master's melodious voice telling me that Seana is the witch destined to bear the precursor to wizard peace. I wonder how she would react if she knew. I shake my head to clear it. I don't want to think about any prediction right now.
My moving around rouses Seana. She stretches that beautiful body and climbs down between my legs. Oh shite. Daddy is going to get a blow job. I just love jobs, big jobs, little jobs, auror jobs, but especially blow jobs. It's just the male in me.
Seana is on fire tonight. She licking and sucking my balls. I'm wiggling like fish trying to get her to take my dick in her mouth, but my witch moves at her own speed. Now she is gently sucking the underside of my dick. It's like little bolts of electricity are running through my body. When she finally takes me in her mouth, it only takes two sucks on the head of my dick for me to let loose a blast of liquid.
My turn. I flip myself around and start nibbling on her clit. She starts shagging my face. I pull my face away to slow her down. Stupid move on my part. Seana grabs my hair so hard, I scream. I have definitely gotten the message. I put my face back between her legs and continue what I started. I lick her slit from top to bottom. I suck on her knob. I flick her with my tongue. She's moaning and moaning. With a scream, she cums. I have put my tongue inside her so I feel her cum. She is like a faucet and I have her cum all over my tongue. Tastes like chicken. I move on top of her and we enjoy another glorious shag. Afterwards, lying side by side, we are both spent. Neither of us can move. We remain wrapped up in each other for about fifteen minutes, contemplating nothing but savoring everything.
I realize that it's time for me to go home. I take a quick shower because I don't want to face Seamus smelling like sex. Seana takes a shower while I'm getting dressed. I remove the charms, and together we go out into the living room. Seamus isn't home. So much for smelling good. I pull Seana to me and give her a kiss, tell her goodnight, and head for the floo.
I am totally knackered, but it a good knackered. I go to the kitchen to get myself something to drink. Nigel has made some fresh pumpkin juice. I pour myself a glass. I'm
on my way to bed when I hear my mobile ringing.
Looking at my wonder wizard watch, I see it is 11:10. It can only be trouble if I'm getting a call at this time.
/*/
Hello?
Hey Harry. It's Theo.
I know that Theo. I have caller-id. It's 11:10 pm. What is so important that can't wait until morning?
Theo seems either excited or at the end of his rope.
Your aunt. I just left Dudley and Romilda. Evidently, they want to get your aunt into a new place as quickly as possible. It'll be temporary until we can find Dudley a bigger flat. They said your aunt is very uncomfortable living at Privet Drive.
I ask myself, what does that have to do with calling me at 11:15?
Sounds like a smart move.
This is where it gets a little sticky Harry. Dudley doesn't want his mum staying alone while she is recuperating and his flat only has one bedroom.
Oh no. Here it comes.
The only place big enough for her to stay would be your house.
My house!
Right off the top of my head, I can think of one hundred reasons why she should not stay at my house, but I don't voice any of them to Theo. To Theo I give excuses.
Theo, I'm working on my relationship with Seana and I'm working on a book. I really don't need any distractions.
What I don't say is that I'm also in the process of weighing the merits of accepting a prediction of epic proportions.
Theo is quiet for minute.
Is that a no Harry?
Fuck! I growl. Talking about being pinned to the mat. I'm not all that fussed about saying no, but I really don't want to let Dudley down.
It's not a no Theo. I was weighing my options. Dudley already has a key. He can bring Aunt Petunia round tomorrow. How temporary is temporary?
Theo hesitates.
Um, maybe….
Spit it out Theo.
About two months.
It could be worse, I reason. I do have four extra bedrooms. Well three if I consider that I've made one into my study.
Alright Theo, two months it is, I agree. I'll talk to Dudley tomorrow because there will be rules.
Thanks Harry. You are the last one on my list. Everybody else said no.
You bloody wanker.
Theo wants one last thing.
It will be easier to clear out Privet Drive if we use magic. Would you get an authorization from the Ministry?
Anything else you sneaky git? Did you want me to turn over my firstborn son?
That's funny Harry. I'll have to remember that one.
It flashes through my mind that my firstborn son is already spoken for. He can't be considered bait. He belongs to wizard kind. Another awkward thought flits through my mind. Am I thinking about going along with the prediction? Feeling a bit barmy, I answer myself. Nope. It doesn't mean that at all. Just a slip of the tongue.
I'll get the authorization, then you and Dudley can go about selling the place.
Agreed.
We say goodnight and I switch off my phone. All the way off.
/*/
I bellow for Nigel directing him to spruce up the bedroom suite on this main floor. I also tell him to redecorate with pastels and to make sure the bathroom is stocked with towels, toiletries, etc., advising him we will have a houseguest for the next two months. She will arrive tomorrow, and I expect her to be treated just as you would treat me.
Nigel nods and is gone.
/*/
I head for my bedroom at a run. I don't want anything else to keep me from sleeping. I make it to my bed without interruption and within five minutes, I've drifted off.
/**/
Wednesday seems like it will be another glorious day, if I don't count Aunt Petunia moving in. Don't go there Harry, I tell myself. I'm still not thrilled about her moving in, but it's my house, so it will be my terms. Helpful Helena, I hope so.
I shower, dress and head downstairs.
Nigel has fixed a nice breakfast which I inhale. I'm chewing my last bit of pancake when I hear a key in the front door. No bleeding way. It's only 7:00 am. In the States, they would call this 0:dark 30 which is not a viable hour to come to a wizard's home.
I'm not ready to face my house guest. I grab my robes and apparate to the Ministry before Dudley and Aunt Petunia get in the front door.
/*/
My mood has darkened ever so slightly. Even though it is fairly early, Hermione and Megan are sitting and chatting in the lunch area. The ladies beckon me over. I hold up a finger to indicate that I will be there in a minute. I have to get water for my office. After I get my water, I head over to their table. Both witches are grinning at me.
"What?"
They start laughing. "Last one on the list, eh Harry?"
I get it, but I'm not in the mood for it. "Not now ladies. It's way to early for me to be hexing other employees."
In unison, they channel the Patil twins. "Sorry Harry."
/*/
Changing the subject, I inquire about our group date. Where do we want to go on Friday?"
Hermione wants to go to a new Wizarding club. "Let's try Suite, Sweet, Suites. It's a club, a dining establishment which specializes in exotic desserts, and a hotel all in one. Blaise, Draco and Dudley own a bit of it. It is nice. The place is doing well. I'm a little sorry I couldn't go in with them when they were looking for investors. Employees of the Auror Department, MLE, or Department of Mysteries cannot own any portion of any establishment which serves hard beverages. Ministry law."
"SSS sounds perfect. Can you fine ladies make sure everybody knows?"
"I'll make dinner reservations for 8:00 pm. An 8:00 pm dinner will give us time to eat and maybe do some dancing afterwards."
Megan hasn't said anything. "You're awfully quiet Megan. Does that mean you don't want to go?"
Stupid, stupid wizard. It's too early on Wednesday morning. I know Ilir hasn't had a chance to talk to her yet. Megan shakes her head and declines the invitation. I don't want to play Ilir out so I don't say anymore.
/*/
It is close to 8:00 am and time for me to head to my office. The ladies ride the lift with me. They head towards MLE and I head for the Auror Department to check on things. It's quiet. Most of the younger aurors are off to a curse breaking seminar. Training days for the Auror Department often mean a reduction in noise and fewer young wizards about.
I stop to speak with Ron, Michael and Anthony. I ask after their significant others. Everyone is good. They ask after Seana. I tell them she is good.
With the niceties out of the way, Michael mentions that a few miscellaneous calls had come in overnight. He, Ron and Anthony have split the calls up among themselves and will be leaving shortly. Sounds brilliant to me. I give a wave and head to my office.
There is a memo waiting for me about spell reversal training in September. I am to lead the training. Sounds good to me and I mark my wizard calendar accordingly.
I do remember Theo has requested an authorization to use magic at Privet Drive. I fill out the form and send it to Ministry Muggle Relations. I should have a response by tomorrow, or, Friday at the latest. The various other files and folders are waiting for my review and signature.
I haven't looked at the first file before I am thinking about Seana. I want to ask her to marry me. What I don't want, is for her to be caught up in some Harry Potter drama. I want to marry her and have a nice, normal life. Obviously, I can't do anything until after my meeting with Legend Master. If I ask Seana to be my wife now, will it automatically put the prediction in motion? I make a mental note to speak to Ilir about it.
My mobile rings. Speak of the devil. It's Ilir. He wants to know the plans for Friday night. He wants to ask Megan out before somebody else does. I relay the plans for Friday night.
That's great. I'm going to owl Megan to ask her out.
If you're not busy, would you mind stopping by the house tonight? We can work on the book since we didn't get to it last night. There's also a private matter I'd like discuss.
Of course. I'll be there by 8:00.
Thanks mate. Sounds like a plan
We switch off and I finally get down to work.
/*/
I am entrenched in my work when I hear a soft cough. I look up to find, Ginny, she-wolf, Weasley standing at the door. Without an invitation, she waltzes in and sits down. I'm puzzled. This witch doesn't want anything to do with me. She's rebuffed my apologies and made it clear that she could care less for my friendship. She's up to something. She knows it and I know it. I just don't know what it is.
Unknown to me, she has locked and silenced my office door. Before I can get, fuck off out of my mouth, she has come round, sat on my desk with a leg on each side of me. She is spread out before me like the tunnel from Hogwarts to Honeydukes and she isn't wearing knickers.
I try to get up but she has wrapped her legs around me and is trying to force my face between her legs. She slides her arse closer to my face. Ginny is a strong witch. I move my head trying to get free and she starts moaning like I'm eating her out.
This is the picture which greets Seana when she opens the door to my office.
Again, unknown to me, Ginny has removed the silencing and locking charms. It is a full minute before Seana can react. When she does, she comes for me. She calls me every wanker, lowlife, ponce, bastard and cheat she can get out of her mouth. Anger gives me strength. I push Ginny onto the floor. Ginny immediately picks herself up off the floor, smoothes her clothes and hurries away from my office.
After one last, stay away from me you bastard, Seana runs away. Unfortunately, I can't run after Seana in my state. Yes fellows, even though I can't stand Ginny, my dick had hardened up in the face of the uncovered pussy. Oh please. I'm embarrassed enough as it is. Don't pretend your dick doesn't get hard at inopportune times and for inelegant reasons.
By the time I can go after Seana, she is long gone.
I am hot and not in a good way. For some reason, I think I know what is going on. I hurry over to Hermione's office where I see Ginny laughing her arse off at something. I think I know what that something is.
I storm into Hermione's office. An innocent looking Ginny greets me. Hermione is beet red. I ignore Ginny and light into Hermione.
"Is this your idea of a joke? You think sending this harpy into my office to seduce me is funny? Do you really think I'd lose Seana over this bint?"
By now, a crowd has formed listening to everything I'm spewing.
"Which one of you called Seana to come down here?"
Hermione starts to say something but I cut her off.
"Don't fucking say one thing to me Hermione. Not one fucking thing."
I turn to Ginny. "I'll have your arse for this."
Ginny replies in her smug, Weasley tone. "Didn't you just have me? Ask your dick. It was hard as a rock."
I go flaming red. I never wanted to hex a witch as much as I wanted to hex Ginny Weasley at that moment.
Hermione stammers out a comment. "I didn't know Harry. Please. I didn't know Ginny was going to do this."
I turn back to Hermione. "So this was your idea Hermione? I can hear you. Try Ginny. Try one more time Ginny. Harry still loves you Ginny. You and Harry belong together. I've fucking heard it all before. I have told you over and over. I want nothing from Ginny Weasley. I don't want her near me. She and I will never be anything ever again. I know you know everything Hermione." I am spitting fire. "What you don't know is that I love Seana and I'm going to marry her if she'll have me after this. I'm telling you this for the last time. I'm telling you both. Ginny Weasley doesn't exist to me. Get over it."
Ginny pulls her wand, but Michael and Anthony draw on her.
"If you so much as throw even the tiniest spell, we'll see your arse in Azkaban before you can say slag. Drawing your wand against an auror is a Ministry offense. Drawing your wand against an auror in a Ministry building is punishable by incarceration. We're giving you a break. Get the hell out of here and don't come back."
Ginny glares around the room, tells Hermione, thanks for nothing, and leaves. Hermione stands up with her mouth flapping, repeating, I didn't, I didn't.
Michael, Anthony and Adrian follow Ginny to make sure she leaves the building.
I glare at Hermione. "You are a pitiful friend." Then I stalk off to my office.
I am so angry I can't see straight. I throw things, I break things. I want to curse someone. I can feel tears of embarrassment for me and for Seana sitting just behind my eyes. I know I need to get out of the Ministry before I hurt someone. I send a patronus to my guys to let them know I'm gone.
/*/
I apparate to Seamus' house but can't get through. The wards are locked against me. I apparate home and try to floo to Seamus' flat, the floo is locked against me as well. I can't get to Seana. I can't get to my witch.
As a last effort, I try her on the mobile phone I bought for her. She picks up the phone.
I start off begging.
Seana, baby. Please let me come over and explain. It wasn't what it looked like.
She doesn't say a word, but I can hear her sobbing hysterically. My heart is breaking.
Please Seana, if you don't want me over there, floo here.
Suddenly Seamus is on the mobile. He's yelling and swearing. Telling me what a fucking lowlife piece of shit I am. He ends up telling me, never fucking talk to his sister again. Then the line goes dead. I know I'm screwed.
My relationship with Seana is broken in half. I don't think I can hold it in anymore. I head to my study for some privacy because just as Seamus hangs up the phone on me, I see Aunt Petunia from the corner of my eye. I'd forgotten she was moved in today. I didn't need any witness to my humiliation. Actually, I didn't need anyone additional beyond the thirty or so who were there at the Ministry. Aunt Petunia calls after me but I wave her off and keep going.
/*/
Once inside my study, I close the door. I reflect on the fact, even though I'm stronger than I've ever been in my life, at this moment, over this thing, Harry Potter is letting the tears flow as if he was a baby.
I don't know how long I sat there. Maybe it was ten minutes. Maybe it was twenty minutes. Maybe it was an hour. Time just isn't relevant. I continue to sit in my study thinking about Seana. Thinking about losing her for good. Thinking how I will not rest until Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger make this right with Seana. They have embarrassed and humiliated her and I will not let that lay.
The door to my study opens. In walks Draco, Dudley, Theo, Blaise, Anthony and Michael. I stare at them. "Where's the rest of the army? I'm chuffed you all decided to visit, but I need to be alone for a bit."
Draco starts to say something but I cut him off.
"Draco, my wizard. You are like a brother to me, but I can't do this right now. Especially with you."
Trouble is coming. I've stressed out the volatile Malfoy. His temper flares up and he does his normal thing. He starts shouting. "You're going to let a witch come between us? A stupid witch at that."
I hold up my hand to stop him keeping my voice level. "Draco, it isn't only Ginny."
"I know that."
We look at each other and I realize he knows exactly what happened.
Dudley hands me a fire whiskey which I down in one. I hear more footsteps on the stairs. Ilir appears at the door. I imagine Megan has told him the story. Because I've been around him much more than any of the other wizards, I'm the only one who can tell he is furious. However, if you aren't familiar with him, you wouldn't know.
Draco addresses Ilir's appearance in the study. This is a private matter mate. We'll see you downstairs in a bit."
Ilir bristles. Draco is a strong wizard but Ilir is stronger. Before there is a misunderstanding, I hold up both of my hands in a gesture for silence. Then I turn to my other mates to advise them of certain facts.
"You only know I.M. as my ghostwriter. I want you to know him as a friend and mate. May I introduce my friend, Ilir Merle Nota. I have come to feel about him as I feel about all of you. Just as you all have come to support me, so has Ilir."
I hear, Okay Harry. No problem Harry. Too right, Harry. It's all good. Draco reaches out first, followed by the rest. They shake hands all around as we pass the bottle.
Draco and Theo tell us they tried to speak to Seana but Seamus wouldn't hear of it.
"I'm not surprised," adds Blaise. "Seamus isn't too fond of us former Slytherins."
Ilir says nothing. He just listens. I believe, Ilir is so angry he is actually radiating heat.
Even in my state, I know I have to counsel him. "Ilir, my friend. Have a drink. This will get worked out."
He accepts a glass of fire whiskey. I feel like I'm going to explode and I'm trying to calm someone else down. Go figure.
I was heartened a bit when Dudley related that Seana had come to the phone to speak to both Romilda and Lucia. But, I sank back down into misery when he said Seana wouldn't discuss Harry or Ginny. From what Lucia gleaned from the conversation, it appears, Seana has taken emergency time off. She plans on going to Ireland to stay with her parents for a couple of weeks.
Grimly, I respond to the conversation.. "Face facts boys, Seana has been humiliated and embarrassed. She thinks I've betrayed her. She wants to be away from here…. and away from me."
Commiserating sounds are emanating from my mates.
My anger surfaces once again. I look each of my very good mates in the face to share my truth. "I will not rest until I put paid to what Ginny and Hermione have done. One way or another."
Draco adds his truth. "Until we put paid to it. All of this was so unnecessary. Hermione will hear from me."
"Stop right there Draco. I will not let you do anything that interferes with you and your witch. Stay out of it. Don't do anything rash."
Total silence encompasses the room as each man looks away from Draco. I understand Draco realizes his mates are uncomfortable. I also know he doesn't give a shite at the moment. The things that transpired today have him extremely upset. Then came the eruption.
Draco explodes. "I've told her and you've told her Harry to keep out of it. We've told her that your life is with Seana. No, she's Hermione Granger and she won't give up until she brings about something like this. I'm pretty sure she didn't mean it to turn out like this. Nevertheless, her meddling has to be dealt with."
It is at this point that Ilir comes up with a brilliant plan. "Aurors are trained in memory retrieval, are they not? As head auror, Harry is probably better than most. What we need to do is secure the memory records of Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger and yours as well Harry. Those records will tell the whole story. Those memories will reveal the truth."
Here! Here! they all shout. It's worth a try.
/*/
Brainstorming about how we will handle the memory retrieval, we decide to send two or three aurors for Ginny Weasley. It is also decided, should she refuse to come willingly, we will have a warrant in hand. She will make an appearance at the Ministry tomorrow, one way or another.
Ilir turns to Draco. Before Ilir has a chance to speak, Draco tells him Hermione will be wherever you want her.
Ilir stands straight up from his chair. "Perhaps someone should pick up the Weasley witch immediately. If she's as smart as she is cunning, she might leave for her training camp tonight."
I think it's an excellent idea. "Good thinking mate. I'll owl the auror night desk to have a no-name warrant made up for blackmail, fraud and pulling a wand on aurors. I'll let the night aurors know we will be there shortly to pick it up."
After I say this, shouts of dissension ring about the room.
Ilir raises his hands for quiet. You cannot have any part of the arrest if it comes to that. You are part of the case Harry."
I really hadn't thought of that. I agree with my mates promising to remain at home until I am called to give my memory records.
Ilir asks Draco to go home to ask Hermione if she will give us her memory records for anything relating to Harry and Ginny from today. Draco agrees and leaves the room without a backward glance. We all know he is raging that his witch had a hand in this.
/*/
The impromptu meeting breaks up. Theo goes downstairs to take Lucia home. Blaise takes his leave to go home. Dudley heads downstairs to check on his mum and Romilda as well.
It's just me and Ilir in the study. I confide to him that, only this morning I had thoughts of looking for an engagement ring for Seana. I hesitated because I didn't know if the prediction automatically kicks in at the time of our engagement. "How could so much go wrong in such a short period of time?"
"First of all Harry, we will get this all back to right with you and Seana. It may not happen as quickly as you'd like, but it will happen. As for the prediction, it is not a trap Harry. It doesn't automatically kick in, as you say. There are steps which need to be performed. Important steps. The primary step is, your acknowledgement of and agreement to the prediction. You are free to ask Seana to marry you, you are free to marry her, free to have children with her. The difference is, without the prediction activated, the bearer of light will not be born." Ilir holds his hand up as he sees me ready to question him. "Yes Harry. You are allowed a child, but your son will not be the bearer of light."
I don't know whether to be chuffed or remorseful.
Gently, Ilir reminds me of his job. "I am here to guide you Harry. As a friend for now, but as a guardian if you decide to activate the prediction."
/*/
Ilir and I talk long into the night. He regales me with tales of his family through the ages. He speaks of healing and binding the wizarding world so that the likes of Gellert Grindelwald or Tom Riddle will never be able to control wizard kind again. He alludes to the fact there will always be dark magic and those who use it. However, if a bearer of light is born, there will be peace for at least one hundred years. In a whisper, he explains more.
"The bearer of light will have the ability to persuade, the strength and prowess of a giant, and powers almost equal to Merlin. The bearer of light will be a leader to be reckoned with. You do not know this yet Harry, but I'll tell you now. His true powers will not manifest until he is twenty one. He will not be an anomaly that is shunned or disparaged. He will be a boy who grows into a powerfully magical wizard."
I'm stunned.
Ilir goes on. "The most I can say at this time, is the burden of keeping him alive and well falls to his parents and to me. That would be you and Seana. Because he will grow to be who he must be, there will be dangers for you all. Dark forces who learn of the prediction, or, who, through family traditions know of the prediction will try to stop him from coming into his powers. Know this Harry. If you choose to enable the prediction, I will give my life for the bearer of light and his family."
I put my hands over my face and let my head fall back against the chair. "I'm not that strong Ilir. I do not want to endanger Seana or our children. I choose not to do that to them."
Ilir looks sad, but he nods his head in understanding. He gets up, clasps my shoulder and tells me we'll talk more. I hear him wish everyone a goodnight. Then he is gone.
/*/
Dudley comes back into the study to tell me he didn't want to interrupt, but he'll be spending the night.
I ask him what brought all this on. "You've never needed my permission to stay the night."
Dudley looks at me like I'm mad. "I'm not asking for your permission now, you git. I'm trying to be sensitive."
I laugh out loud. It's the only laugh I've had all day and it feels good. "Okay. Thank you for coming upstairs to not ask my permission."
Dudley smiles at me and heads for the door. Without turning around and with one foot out the door, he makes a statement. "I'm here for you mate. Don't discount me because I'm a muggle." He continues walking as though he hadn't said anything.
Dudley has just offered support to me, his wizard cousin, and I'm feeling better for it.
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It's been a shite day. I don't think I'll be able to sleep, but I'm going to bed anyway. Before my arse can touch the mattress, I feel my wards shake. Someone has apparated in. I'm too full of self pity to care. Besides, if it is someone who is up to no good, they might settle for Aunt Petunia and Dudley instead of me.
Arrgh. I can hear the harmonious bellow of git number one. Draco is back. I don't want to know why. I want to get in bed.
Two minutes later, he is in my bedroom pacing and growling.
"Draco, please don't go all Veela on me. Tonight is just not the night to sprout your wings. Calm down and tell me what happened."
As always when he's upset, he's shouting. All this shouting must be scaring Aunt Petunia to death.
"I can't calm down Potter. I can't fucking calm down."
Oh! Oh! This isn't good. He called me Potter, and not in a joking way.
Trying to lighten the mood, I inject a bit of humor. I'll be Potter. You can be Malfoy."
This lightens nothing. It does earn me a very fierce glare from Malfoy.
"Okay. If you don't have anything to say, go somewhere else to not say it."
With that, I put my head on my pillow to wait for sleep.
Draco stops pacing, so I look up at him. His eyes are shimmering. My volatile mate puts his head against my bedroom wall with his back facing me and let's me know what's what.
"I'm tired of that bloody, self righteous, know-it-all. I'm staying here tonight. I've left Hermione."
