Nobody's Hero
Chapter 7: Nightmare's Revelations
Voldemort had his plans all set, he would send several teams to some of the more out lying villages that had a large magical presence, and if some Muggles got killed, so much the better.
He then reminded himself that the raids probably wouldn't be very successful as he was going to be giving the information to Severus so that he had a reason to see Dumbledore.
It didn't really matter to him that much, a few loses were to be expected even if the raids were successful. He was sending only lowly raw recruits and ones that wished to impress him.
He waited patiently in front of the fire, his mind still trying to figure out what the Order of the Phoenix was looking for. It had to be something important for all the effort they were putting into the search.
Just as the clock struck nine, Severus arrived. "You summoned me, My Lord," Severus said with a bow.
Voldemort casually picked up a parchment off of the small table by his chair. "Here is the information for you to pass on to Dumbledore. I expect positive results from this," he said, his voice implying that if it didn't produce as expected, he would be displeased.
"That is good news, My Lord. I will inform Dumbledore immediately that I have vital information for him. I expect to see him in a days time, no more," Snape replied coolly.
"I certainly hope so," Voldemort replied. "That is all for now Severus, but I had better hear from you soon."
"Yes, My Lord," Snape replied, bowing. Once more he backed away, before turning and leaving Voldemort's presence. He hoped that he'd be able to find out something to appease the Dark Lord, if not he was in for a very painful visit.
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Bill, Fleur, Tonks and Remus were gathered in the lobby of the hotel that Al had recommended, and just like he had said, as soon as he mentioned his name, they were treated like old, returning, honoured guests.
They had gotten there a little early, not wanting to keep the man waiting. Bill was still fuming a little because Fleur had insisted that the girls get on room and the guys another. He was fairly certain it was because of Remus and his apparent fear of being alone with Tonks, who had also voiced her displeasure but in a much more relaxed way, teasing Remus unmercifully, which Fleur and he found quite amusing.
It was a couple of minutes till when Al came through the door. He smiled at them as he came over.
Bill quickly introduced Tonks and Remus and they exited the hotel.
"I hope you don't mind, but the place I am taking you to is a little off the beaten track, but I'm sure you'll like it," Al said with a smile. "It's a little of a walk, but no too far."
"No problem at all," Bill replied. He didn't care how far it was as long as they got to talk to him and find out what he knew.
"Iz eet a local or a tourist spot?" Fleur asked, pleasantly.
"A bit of both, but the clientèle is of a rather exclusive and unusual type of person, but I'm sure you'll all fit in nicely," Al replied, with a enigmatic grin.
It was a very pleasant evening with a warm sea breeze wafting gently through the city and in no time they arrived at their destination, on a small side street hung a sign reading Les Tordu Baguette Magique.
Al reached the door first, opening it for the others to enter, it was while doing so the Fleur glanced up at the sign and her eyes widened in surprise. Bill and the others saw the look on her face and wondered what the matter was, but Fleur had spun and was staring at Al.
He smiled at her and said, "Please go in, we'll talk inside."
What is it, Fleur?" Bill asked, in a whisper, but his question died on his lips when he looked around. The place was about half full, but it was the clientèle that caught their eyes. Everyone there was a witch or wizard.
"Butterbeer or Firewhiskey?" Al asked with a grin.
They all sat down at a table in the back of the room, leaving several empty tables in any direction from theirs.
"Cerise!" Al called out to a pretty barmaid.
The girl came over looking saucily at Al, "Ah, Alberr, you rogue, eet iz not your uzual night. But I zee you have zom friends wit you. What weel you 'ave?"
"Hello, my beautiful French Rose, I think a round of Firewhiskey and Butterbeers should make a good start and a plate of your famous hors d'oeuvres if you please," Al said, grinning at the beautiful red headed young woman.
Cerise just grin wryly at him, shaking her head as she went to get their order.
Everyone waited patiently for Cerise to return with their order, not want to get started and have to stop or be overheard.
In no time at all, Cerise was back and placed two large platters on the table and the two drinks in front of everyone. She winked saucily at Al as she sashayed away, looking back over her shoulder once as she went back to the bar.
Al reached for his Firewhiskey, and raised it in salute, saying "To new friends," as he drained it in one gulp.
"To new friends," the others said, and also drained their glasses.
Al looked at them all in turn, a smile on his face, ending with Bill, "I suspect you have even more questions now, don't you?" he asked, his grin wider than ever.
"Yes, you could say that," Bill replied.
"'Ow did you know we were Magique, I mean Magical?" Fleur asked in wonder.
"It use to be my job to know such things," Al replied, the smile never leaving his face.
Tonks looked closely at him, not so much in recognition, but more like she recognized his mannerisms," What branch? The Ministry?" she asked, a frown on her face.
"In a way," Al replied, looking slightly patronizingly at the young Auror. "MI5," he said succinctly.
"As a liaison for the Ministry?" she asked in surprise.
"Not officially," Al replied, his grin wider now.
"This is all interesting enough, but what about Harry and Ginny?" Remus asked.
"Who?" asked Al, quizzically.
"The photographs I showed you this afternoon," Bill replied. "It seemed for a moment you recognized them."
"Why are you looking for them?" Al asked, ignoring Bill's inquiry.
Bill frowned a little, hating to be put off, but Fleur placed a hand on his arm, calming him a bit.
"They're missing," Tonks said.
Al considered her answer in silence for a moment, nodding his head and looking quite contemplative.
"Your photographs look like they are quite young," he finally said, looking more serious, no longer smiling.
"The young lady is my sister, Ginevra, or I should say Ginny, she's fourteen," Bill replied.
"The young man is the son of my best friends, his name is Harry and he's fifteen," Remus answered.
AL looked on impassively, looking at each person as they spoke, but his face gave away nothing. He looked at Tonks, "And what about young Auror?" he asked, "what's your role in all this?"
"What about me?" Fleur asked, wondering why he didn't ask about her.
"Well, you're obviously Bill's fiancée," he said, much to Fleur's surprise. He then turned back to Tonks, "So what are you doing with this group?" he asked again.
"I, ah, I'm a friend of the family and offered my services to help out," she said lowly, her eyes flitting to Remus for a moment.
Al gave a low chuckle, "So the fact that you're head over heals for this older gentleman, never came into it?" he asked.
Tonks' eyes went wide and she blushed deeply, while Remus sprayed out the mouth of Butterbeer he had just taken.
"Never mind," Al said smugly.
Tonks was staring at Remus, wondering what his reaction was going to be, though at the moment he was trying to wipe himself and the table free of the butterbeer he had lost.
"Well do you know anything about Ginny and Harry?" Bill asked, slightly frustrated.
"Never meet anyone by those names," Al answered matter-of-factually.
"But you did recognize the pictures, didn't you?" Bill pressed.
"Well, no and yes," Al said.
"Well which is it?" Bill asked, his anger starting to grow again.
"If you insist. I have never seen the two people in the photographs you showed me," Al said, his demeanour turning decidingly colder.
Fleur looked directly at Bill, "Villiam, calm yourself. It weel do us no good to alienate Mr. Cunningham," she said sternly.
Bill shot a glare at her, but did take a deep breath, trying to calm himself once again.
Al turned back to Remus, "Why are you here in place of your friends, don't they care enough to come looking for their own son?"
Remus bristled and glared at Al, "They're dead," he said with an edge to his voice.
Al looked at him sympathetically, "I'm sorry," he said sincerely. "I didn't know. Recently?"
"No, they died when he was an infant. Though he did just lose his Godfather a little over a month ago," Remus said, much more calmly, his face showing some of the anguish he felt for Sirius' loss.
"I take it you were also close to the boy's Godfather," Al said softly.
Remus just slowly nodded his head, not wishing to verbalize what he wished was not true.
Al looked back at Bill, "Why are you looking for them besides the fact they are missing?"
"If you haven't seen them, what do you care?" Bill asked, though much more under control.
"If they are as young as you claim, as a parent, I am interested in their safety just as much as the next bloke." Al said, looking steely at Bill.
Bill's Curse-breaking senses kicked in, the look in the eye of the man sitting across the table was a look that chilled his spine, and Bill wasn't afraid of much.
"I don't mean to offend, I'm just worried about my sister, we were very close while growing up, not so much since I've graduated and worked overseas for a while, but I love her and want her to be safe," Bill said conciliatorily.
He was glad to see the look in Al's eyes soften some but it didn't go away entirely. "So can you be of any help? Bill asked.
"I have a few means of making some inquires. May I see the photographs for a moment?" he asked.
Bill handed them over and watched as Al drew his wand and quickly made copies. When he was done he handed the originals back to Bill.
Bill tried one more time, "Why did I see a look of recognition flash across your face?" he asked, pleadingly. "Did you see them, but they were using different names or something," Bill said, striking closer to home than he knew.
"I can tell you truthfully that I have never seen anyone of that AGE," Al said, enunciating the word age slightly.
Bill slumped back defeated, but Remus perked up, "Did you see someone who could have been them, but looked older?"
Al smiled at him, "That is a very astute question."
Remus grimaced, almost as frustrated as Bill, "Can't you help us?"
"Why should I help you?" Al asked pointedly.
The four searchers all looked perplexed, "Why wouldn't you?" asked Fleur.
Al looked at her and said, "Hypothetically speaking, lets say I did meet someone who looked like these two," he said, pointing at the copies of the photographs. "Let's say I befriended them and found them to be an extraordinary young married couple, so much in love."
He then looked at Bill, "And lets say it seemed they had no desire to return to where they had come from, and that they seemed happier than anyone I've ever known. Would you want me to betray you if it was you?" Al asked.
Bill nodded in understanding, and he smiled wanly, "Will you be seeing them again? Hypothetically speaking?"
"I don't know," Al answered plainly. "Who knows what the future may bring? I doubt even the Divinators know the future the majority of the time. I'm sure they make most of it up," he added with a thin smile.
Al then stood up, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm an old man and need my rest, so I'll take my leave. Please stay if you wish, order anything you wish, I have it covered. Good night," he said with a small bow.
They watched him go, he stopped at the bar and said something to Cerise, who looked surprised, smacked his arm and walked away shaking her head, though she was smiling.
Tonks looked at the others, "So what now? I'm certain he knows more than he's telling us, but if he really was MI5, and I have no doubt he was, we couldn't force it from him even if we had a gallon of Veritaserum."
Bill nodded, looking quite dejected. Fleur patted his arm and looked worriedly at him, she had never seen him like this before.
Remus though looked thoughtful, "I agree with Tonks, he does know more, but I'm also pretty certain he doesn't know where they are right now, at least specifically."
"What should we do?" Fleur asked. "I hate to give up so easily." she said determinedly.
Tonks sat there looking very thoughtful, "Bill, make me copies of the photographs," she said, her face creased in deep concentration.
Bill didn't understand why she wanted them, but he hurried to comply with her request. Once he had them ready he slide them over to her, watching as she looked at them intently. "Okay," she said softly, almost more to herself, "if they're using some way to age themselves, we need pictures that look like them as they look now."
Remus took the photographs from her, "How old do you think we should make them look?" he asked, looking around the table.
As they were discussing it, Fleur motioned to Cerise and held up her bottle of Butterbeer and pointed around the table. Cerise smiled and nodded, heading directly to the bar.
Bill and Tonks looked at each other, and almost as one they smiled slightly, "Around twenty," Tonks said, with Bill nodding in approval.
Remus looked around and when no one disagreed, he pulled out his wand and cast a spell on the photographs.
Tonks eyed him appraisingly, "Interesting spell there Remus, when did you learn that one?" she asked cheekily.
Remus blushed slightly, "Ah, well, you see, as a young lad with the Maruaders, it was one thing to age yourself to get served but you have to be ready in case they wanted some sort of ID to prove it."
"Remus!" Tonks said in surprise, "I am an Auror you know."
Remus smiled cheekily back at her, "I'm sure the statue of limitations has long since expired."
Tonks just rolled her eyes at him, shaking her head and turning back to Bill and Fleur. "So what's our next move?" she asked.
In the lull, Cerise appeared with their drinks and quickly departed, though Tonks wasn't sure she liked the way the barmaid looked at Remus. She'll take watching," Tonks said to herself.
When Cerise had left and no one said anything, they just looked at each other she said, "Want a suggestion?"
Bill shrugged, "Sure, since we seemed to be so full of ideas we might as well hear yours."
Tonks gave a low laugh, "Well, I say we forget the shopping district, sure they may have been here, but there are so many shops it will take to much time to cover them all. I say lets hit the beach area, there are a lot of kiosks and street stands to get food at, we just might get lucky there."
Bill and Fleur nodded in agreement, so far what Tonks was saying made sense.
"I say we spend no more than a half day at most. We'll only be verifying what we're pretty sure on because of our conversation with Al," she added.
"Okay, then what?" Remus asked, having finished ageing the photographs, making copies so that each couple would have a set.
"Then we get moving. I'm convinced that they're no longer here. Al would have acted differently if they were around. I doubt he would have even talked to us."
"Were do you suggest we move to?" Bill asked.
"Fleur, what is the most common way that Muggles get here to Nice?" Tonks asked the French girl.
"Those oo don't drive, usually take the train," Fleur replied.
"What is the biggest city that has trains running directly to Nice?" the Auror asked.
Fleur looked at her like she couldn't believe the Auror couldn't answer that herself, "Why, Paris, of course."
Looking satisfied, "Then that's were we need to go," Tonks said, confidently.
Bill looked sceptical, "How can you be so certain?" he asked.
"Even if they can learn to Apparate with information in the Marauder's Notebook, they haven't had time to do that yet, I'm certain of that. They spent a week here, honeymooning from the looks of it."
"Yeah, so?" Fleur asked.
"Well I'm fairly certain that they wouldn't risk being recognized coming into a Wizarding place to use the Floo and where would they go anyway, the French Ministry? I don't think so. Harry said he was running away from the Wizarding world. I'm sure they are travelling as muggles, I'd bet my wand on it."
Remus looked at the others, "Then why spend the time searching tomorrow morning?" he asked, confused.
"If we can get someone to recognize the photographs we'll know they look close to what they look like now," Tonks replied.
Bill smiled, "I'm glad you came with us Tonks, thanks for helping."
Tonks shrugged, "I do what I can."
"Okay, anything else we need to cover?" Bill asked.
Tonks looked at Fleur and with a cheeky smile said, "Well since Al let the cat out of the bag, so to speak, any chance of changing room assignments tonight?"
Bill looked surprised, but glanced hopefully at Fleur, who was smiling too. It was Remus who was sputtering and stammering, unable to make a coherent sound.
Tonks signed, "I guess not," she said in defeat.
Blushing heavily, Remus rose and headed for the door, Tonks hot on his heels, because she saw the comely barmaid watching him go with interest. "Not on your life," Tonks whispered to herself, eyeing the girl menacingly.
Bill and Fleur followed at a much more leisurely pace, watching Remus and Tonks with amusement. Fleur said lowly, "'E should just geeve it up now, shee weel win in the end."
"I agree with you about the ending, but the pursuit can be so much fun too. Are you sure about the sleeping arrangements?" he asked with a seductive smile.
"Nice try, Beel, but us Veela, are immune to such feeble attempts at seduction," Fleur said sympathetically. When she saw Bill's face fall, she patted his cheek, saying, "Ah, poor Beel. If you are a good boy, I weel geeve you a kiss later."
Bill just shook his head and guided Fleur out the door after Tonks and Remus.
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Monday dawned bright and clear, though what would have been a spectacular day in Nice, would be a much hotter, muggier affair in Paris. That being the case, Noelle Peters had requested that Bill and Katherine, come to breakfast a bit earlier, so that they could get some sightseeing in before the heat of the day.
She explained that most of the French workers took time off and that those left at the tourist spots, turned even more irritable than normal.
Harry and Ginny were surprised to see James dressed for work, wearing a suit and tie. He explained that he had one client to meet with that morning, but that he would be meeting up with them about 10. They also let Noelle choose their itinerary for the day.
She suggested starting with the Eiffel Tower, that way they could get a good view of the city before the air turned too thick with haze to see much of anythi ng.
So after breakfast they all got ready in a hurry and in no time they were at the Eiffel paid their admissions and made their way by elevator to the top-most floor, where they had a spectacular view of the city laid out before them, Noelle pointed out various landmarks and tried to get a feel for what Harry and Ginny were the most interested in visiting.
Noelle watched the young couple with a smile on her face, they were obviously so much in love. "Katherine" stuck close to "Bill's" side and they shared whispered words and private laughs, punctuated by small soft kisses. It was a joy to behold.
"I beat you've never been this high off the ground before," Noelle said the Harry and Ginny.
Harry and Ginny just exchanged sly grins, both having flown higher on their brooms than they were at the moment, but that was hardly something they could say to Noelle Peters.
After about half an hour, they descended to the bottom and made their way towards the Seine, which was a short walk. Ginny was fascinated by the tour boats that motored past, all crowded with tourists already.
All in all they had a great time, just wandering around, taking in some of the less well known sights and museums in the area.
It was a quarter till ten when Noelle guided them back towards the Tower so that they could meet up with James, do a little more sightseeing before having lunch.
By one, Harry and especially Ginny were ready to take a break, so it was decided to head back to the Peters' apartment to rest and recover, allowing them to be fresh for going out to dinner.
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Bill was disappointed that the vendors down by the beach didn't open till 10:30 and some not till 11. You could see his impatience visibly on his face. Fleur just smiled benignly at him and pointedly told him to grow up.
That of course did nothing to improve Bill's mood, much to the amusement of Tonks and Remus. Fleur took Bill off for a short walk to get him to calm down. She knew he was a man of action, his job of Curse-breaker demonstrating that, but he also needed to learn patience, something that would make his job easier, along with everyone else not being so stressed by him.
While they were gone, several of the street vendors showed up and began to prepare for their day. Tonks and Remus strolled up to a couple of them, showing the photographs of the older looking Harry and Ginny to them.
The first three looked at the photographs and shrugged their shoulders with a universal, "don't recognize them" look. Then they hit paydirt, the fourth vendor remembered them clearly, having seen the little show put on by Harry applying the sunscreen to Ginny.
He also commented that the photographs did not do them justice, especially the one of Ginny, saying "She waz much priteer that za picture," wagging his eyebrows at Remus.
Both Remus and Tonks were glad Bill was nowhere around, because they certainly didn't want a run in with the Gendarmes. Excited, they walked in the direction that Bill and Fleur had gone, finally finding them a short way down the road behind the beach.
Tonks had a smile a mile wide on her face and Fleur knew immediately that they had met with success. "Zo, you found zomeone who recognized them," she stated.
"Yes, but the gentleman said the picture didn't do Ginny justice, because she was much better looking in real life," Tonks said tactfully.
Remus was pretty sure that Bill understood what Tonks was implying, but thankfully he didn't make a fuss. He wanted to get to the train as quickly as possible to see if they could find any trace of them.
They were fortunate in that a train was leaving for Paris with in the hour, so that they had enough time to go pick up their stuff and make it to the station with time to spare.
They easily found seats as the train was not nearly as packed as on the weekends and once underway, Bill and Fleur went to see if they could find a conductor. He ended up being very easy to locate and they politely asked him if he had seen either of the two young people in the photographs.
The conductor, a man named Rene, looked placidly at the photographs, not giving them more than a cursory glance. Bill began to get upset, but Fleur knew how to handle the man. From seemingly nowhere a 20 Franc note appeared in her hand.
"Does this 'elp your memory?" she asked.
Rene eyed the 20 Francs and made a squirrelly face, "Ah, a leetle, maybe I remember better with 50 Francs."
Bill's anger began to increase, but Fleur just put a hand on his arm, silently telling him to shut the hell up, she had it covered.
She waved the 20 Franc note and turned up the Veela charm, "Are you sure 20 Francs isn't enough," she said seductively to him.
Rene broke out into a huge grin, though he did look a little glassy-eyed, "How could I forget, ah the fiery hair of that young woman and she was zo beautiful, the picture, it do 'er no justice. Plus you could tell they were newly-weds, the Amour, the Love between them filled the compartment. Everyone around them was affected by eet," he said with a dreamy smile on his face.
"Do you know where they got off the train," Bill asked, a little tensely.
Rene looked at him a little disgustedly, and looking back at Fleur said "They were not 'ard to notice, like I said, they young woman had such 'air, a man could get lost in eet." Smiling again, he said, "They got off in Paris."
Fleur handed him the 20" Francs and steered Bill back to the car where Remus and Tonks were sitting. Fleur almost burst out laughing when she saw them, Remus was scrunched up beside the window, looking like he was trying to escape from Tonks. She had a mischievous look on her face and was sitting next to Remus, leaning over towards him.
Remus looked relieved when Fleur and Bill returned, Tonks quit her assault on his space and sat up to hear what they had found out.
"The conductor remembered them, and he said they went to Paris," Bill said, much to Fleur's displeasure.
Tonks gave Bill a "I told you so" look,grinning smugly at him.
"I know, I know," Bill said in defeat, "I should have listened to the Auror, she knows what she's doing."
"So nice of you to say so, Bill," Tonks said cheekily.
Remus just sighed, "Great, we had luck in finding them in Nice, a city of approximately 350,000, and what's Paris, somewhere around 2 million. We sure have our work cut out for us, and that's assuming they stayed in Paris and didn't go elsewhere."
"Party Pooper," Tonks said, sticking her tongue out at him.
Remus couldn't help but chuckle at her. Though he was deathly afraid of becoming to attached to her, he knew that his lycanthropy prevented him from becoming too close to most people.
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It was late afternoon when the searchers arrived in Paris, they were all a little tired but decided to ask some of the staff of the train station if they remembered seeing Harry and or Ginny. It seemed the Ginny was the much more memorable of the pair.
They were getting the standard blasé look and shrug, till they got to the small café near the entrance. The young girl working the register remembered them well, smiling dreamily when recalling how cute she thought the guy had been and how jealous she was of the stunning redhead he was with.
"Did you see which way they went?" Fleur asked.
"No, but they were met by the English Woman," the girl replied.
"Do you know her name?" Bill asked.
The girl just shrugged, "She's the English Woman, that's what we call her. She's fairly regular for a month or so and then she doesn't come in for a couple of months, then she's around again."
"Has she been around long recently?" Fleur asked, cutting Bill off.
"Yes, I'd say she is near the end of her time, or I should say her and her husband," the girl said.
Bill frowned as they walked away, if the English Woman was near the end of the time she normally spent in Paris, that didn't leave them a lot of it to look for her. Bill was sure if they could find her, they would be a lot closer to finding Ginny and Harry.
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The Williams and the Peters had a wonderful evening. First James took them on a driving tour of Paris, showing them many of the famous buildings and monuments, They drove through the Arc d'Triomphe, went by Notre Dame and a multitude of the well known and not so well known sights of the city.
They then went for a pleasant, casual dinner before heading back to the apartment. By that time Ginny was beginning to drag and Harry was close behind her.
James and Noelle talked them into having a nightcap, giving them one of their favourites, a liqueur from Italy called Limoncello. Ginny especially loved the sweet lemony flavour.
Noelle cautioned Ginny, "Be careful, my dear, though sweet and wonderful, it has a fairly high alcohol content and it will sneak up on you if you're not careful."
They did sit up for a while talking about Harry and Ginny's trip to Nice and what they had seen so far in Paris. Ginny did indulge in a second Limoncello and had a very happy look on her face by the time she and Harry went off to bed.
At first all seemed normal, Harry and Ginny were sleeping peacefully, but then, something that hadn't happened in quite a while returned. Harry's dream turned from having a wonderful time in Nice with Ginny, to a horrible scene where Harry was tied up and Voldemort and some of his Death Eaters were raping Ginny before his eyes.
Harry struggled to free himself in the dream, but all he accomplished was waking Ginny next to him in bed. The Harry saw Voldemort slicing Ginny in half, her eyes looking at him beseechingly as she mouthed out I love you before she began to scream as the blood began to pour from her violated body.
Harry screamed with her, and fought mightily with whoever was trying to restrain him.
"Harry! Harry!," Ginny shouted, trying desperately to wake Harry from his nightmare.
Finally Harry bolted upright, one last scream leaving his lips as his eyes snapped open.
Ginny was looking at him with great concern, not liking the horrified look he had on his face.
His eyes finally found Ginny's and he hugged her to him violently, sobbing onto her shoulder, "Your alive, your alive," he cried in relief.
Ginny was just about to say something to comfort him when they heard someone clearing their throat from the doorway.
They turned and looked, finding a very confused looking Noelle and James staring at them. Ginny blanched, their ageing charms having worn off as they slept, so it was a much younger pair that looked back at their hosts.
Noelle finally said, "I think you two need to do a little explaining. . . Harry?" she said, looking directly at him.
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A/N: Oops! Darn ageing charms, always failing just when you need them. How do you think Harry and Ginny are going to explain one?
Plus the searchers are getting closer, will the duo slip away once more or be found?
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