Here's the next chapter and I apologise for the wait but it took me a while to get back in the writing swing of things after having to work on term papers and studying for exams. Really should have done this college stuff after high school instead of years later. I'm also without internet for the foreseeable future. Aparently there's a break in the cable for which they have to break open the ground and stuff. Who knows when they'll get around to actually doing that. Thank god for brother's with working internet ; )

To clear up some confusion that my last an. may have caused. Luna will not be joining the Veela bond. It will remain throughout the entire story Harry, Hermione and Fleur. I simply meant inserting Luna in the previous chapter as opposed too inserting her in the bond.

Thank you for all the lovely reviews people. The amount of reviews I've gotten have absolutely flabbergasted me and I absolutely love them.

Does anybody know about any other stories with this threesome? (not Harem ones). I'm reasonably certain I've read one at one time but all the same I can't find it or remember what it was about.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Potterverse, just having fun and now, finally ; ) on with the story.

Chapter 7

Hermione woke before her bedfellows. With a touch of relief she noted she woke up like her normal self, fully alert and clearheaded. She very much preferred this to the sluggish way of waking of the past few days. At least this one thing had returned to normal. This was comforting since in the space of a few days normality had, at least for now, become a thing of the past.

Like it definitely wasn't normal for her to wake up jammed in between Harry and Fleur. Sometime during the night both her bondmates had migrated closer towards her or maybe to each other. Fleur was sprawled over her so far that she was using Harry as a pillow for her head. Harry was sleeping on his left side with his head against Hermione's right shoulder. With his arm he was hugging Fleur awkwardly to him while his right leg was intertwined with one of Hermione's.

The newly bonded girl was effectively trapped beneath her bondmates. She didn't know how long she'd been in this position but judging from the ache in her lower back it had been quite some time. Though this feeling of discomfort was countered by the fact that having them this close was better then anything she'd ever experienced before. Who or whatever developed the Veela bond certainly knew how to compensate the negative aspects. Every bit of her skin that touched either Fleur or Harry was sending pleasurable tendrils of energy through her body and it resonated pleasantly in her magic.

Unfortunately no matter how pleasant the feeling of discomfort started too increase. Her back started to ache further and soon she didn't have a choice but to try and move. Perhaps she could move enough to change her position without waking one of the others.

"Stop moving," came an unexpected complaint from Fleur. In a sleep blurred voice she continued, "M sleeping."

Hermione didn't think she'd moved at all and only now did she turn her head toward Fleur's. Though all she could see was a large amount of blonde hair. Deciding that if Fleur could complain she was awake and she could simply ask her to move over.

"Fleur, move a bit further to Harry will you?" she whisper asked.

"No," was the only and barely audible reply she got.

"Fleur," Hermione whispered a tad louder. "Just, moemphf"

Harry must have been awake after all since his hand was now covering her mouth. 'What the?'

He slowly removed his hand and quickly put his index finger to his mouth. His green eyes silently emphasising his request. Releasing a small sigh, instead of agreeing immediately, she raised her eyebrows in question.

Harry mouthed the word later but seemed to understand her predicament too, for mere moments later she was free to move. Fleur now snuggled up completely against Harry. Hermione was finally free to change position, though of course she had to make certain to keep in touch with the other two. The word ridiculous crossed her mind again making her wonder at how often it would today.

Fleur finally woke up as well and not long there after they got up. Again magic took care of the cleaning and dressing problems. She was glad for its existence and didn't want to think about the problems they'd have if they'd been Muggles. Then again they wouldn't have had this problem.

The latest addition to the Delacour family took in the breakfast scene with interest. Apolline had insisted they all have breakfast together. It was unlike the rambunctious morning meals at the Burrow or the silent ones she'd know growing up with her parents. Here it was a quiet relaxed affair though several things were addressed. Particularly by Apolline.

"Fleur your grandmother flooed earlier this morning she'll be here in a few hours. She is quite eager to meet Hermione and see the first trio bond in over four hundred years in for herself."

Apolline pretended not to notice her daughter winch at the news. Hermione saw it too as well as Harry's amused reaction and wondered about the reason. She had to add it to her growing list of questions though (a list that was getting so long she feared she'd start to forget a few important questions) since Mrs. Delacour continued without pause.

"She's found what records there are of such previous bondings and will bring copies of them along."

Now that titbit caught her attention. Would those records explain more about what's in store for them? Maybe even how the trio bond had been formed?

Harry squeezed her hand bringing her attention back to the conversation at hand as Apolline continued. "Your grandmother also told me that now that you've been doubly blessed you might consider thanking the goddess a bit more. At the very least she insisted on teaching our customs and history to Hermione and Harry."

Fleur groaned audibly. "Mamam!"

Fleur's parents didn't bother to hide their amusement. "Now dear," Alain began. "You've been very… creative… in finding ways to avoid your grandmother, even at your wedding, but you must have known she'd catch up with you eventually. At least this way you'll only need to sit through it one time instead of once with Harry and again with Hermione."

Hermione and Harry exchanged a look. Neither knew exactly what caused their partner's reaction. Well Harry had an inclination but surely it couldn't be that bad! He asked as much.

"You don't know my gran, not really. She's a lovely person but relentless in trying to teach her beliefs." Fleur explained with a sigh. Turning to Hermione she explained further since she'd explained all this to Harry months ago.

"Remember I told you that some believe the Veela bonds are a blessing from the goddess and others believe it is a biological matter?"

"Yes." A long long time ago in hospital which had been yesterday morning.

"Well gran is someone who holds to the old beliefs. Rather firmly I might add. She always tried to convince me and Gabrielle to take a bigger interest but we aren't exactly interested. Sometimes it seemed it was all she could talk about."

"You're exaggerating Fleur," her mother scolded gently. "Your grandmother only wishes to teach you about your heritage. You used to love that when you were a child."

"Too much of a good thing mother," Fleur muttered. Yes, she'd loved her grans' stories as a child. The mysteries of the stories and rituals had intrigued her but they had lost their appeal as she'd grown older. She knew her attitude as a teenager had hurt her grandmother but back then she hadn't cared. Right after her graduation from Beauxbaton she had intended on correcting her mistakes but soon she'd become too involved in the war with Voldemort to make good on that.

Still she did love her grandmother and she felt, somewhat, guilty about her behaviour. She just wasn't all that keen on repeating her childhood lessons. There wasn't any other reason right?

Though it didn't seem she would have a choice this time around. She'd seen how Hermione's interest had immediately been peaked and to a lesser extent Harry's as well.

Harry had never understood her reluctance in this matter. He rather liked Cecile though there meetings had been brief, (an impressive first meeting aside). Regardless of this, he wanted to learn everything about Fleur's family and history. Anything about her really.

He didn't understand why she would avoid a close family member. Growing up deprived of a loving family and in ignorance of his own history this wasn't surprising. But even though he didn't understand, he accepted her decisions in this without, too much, comment. The word yet hung in there somewhere though.

Having her own ideas about why her daughter became so reluctant to meet her grandmother over the years Apolline decided to let it go. She had tried to get the two of them closer on many occasions with little to show for. Now however was not the time to bring this up again.

"Right, a different matter then. Hermione, I've had a talk with Perdu, our house-elf. He unpacked the things your friend Luna sent here from Sweden. However Perdu informed me there's barely enough clothing and essentials to last you a week. Since it's likely that you'll be staying here for the foreseeable future I think we should arrange for your things to be delivered here from the UK. Or otherwise a shopping trip might be in order. Though that might have to wait until the three of you can manage to shop unglued to each other."

There was something comical about seeing her girl linked to two others. However any further teasing stopped immediately when she noticed Hermione's shocked reaction. The young woman's eyes had widened in shock and the next bite of her half eaten croissant didn't happen.

"Surely the thought of staying here doesn't frighten you?" Fleur asked slightly amused but a trace of worry evident in her voice.

"Yes, I mean no, of course not. At least I don't think so. I haven't given it any thought. It's just my parents…"

"What about…" Harry started to ask. "Oh that's right; they're due home in a few days aren't they?"

"Yes, in..." It was then that Hermione realised that for the first time in her life, because of all the recent turmoil, she'd lost track of the date and she had to ask which day it was. Once she received the information she did a quick mental tally. "Eight days."

"That's more then a week away." Harry said, slightly confused by his friend's reactions.

"I know and that's not the problem even though I promised to call them every couple of days. I even made special arrangements to contact them every few days while in Sweden." Again Hermione's thoughts were racing two hundred miles a minute. How in Merlin's name was she going to explain this one to her parents?

To the Potters and Delacours she explained. "I promised my parents that now the war was over there would be no more surprises, particularly magic related. Once they'd moved back to England I'd be around all the time and we'd finally get the chance to get to know each other again.

They never really blamed me but we haven't spent more then three or four weeks together as a family since my third year at Hogwarts. And even then I was full of stories about a world they couldn't possibly understand or asking permission to join Harry. It hurt them, I hurt them but never realised it.

When I was in Australia we discussed everything and we worked things out. This would be a new beginning with no further magical surprises.

And now the first thing I get to tell them will be about my Veela bond. I can only imagine how that will go down. As for living in France… I was supposed to get thing ready for them, before they arrived in England."

Hermione looked rather unhappily at this realisation. She was about to disappoint her parents yet again.

Fleur grabbed her hand. "We can't change the bond Hermione but we'll try to make it as easy for you as possible. We can always live in England if push comes to shove."

A brief pause before she continued. "Do you really think you're parents will be upset with you? I don't know them but from what you told us about them they seem lovely and reasonable people."

As she was concentrating on Hermione it took a bit longer then usual before Fleur became aware of the fact, by feeling it through their bond, that Harry was upset. In the brief moment she hesitated wetter to change focus from her new bondmate to her old mate and husband she got to witness just how close her mates were, how well they knew each other.

However instead of comforting her friend as Fleur immediately expected she became surprised when Hermione reacted rather fiercely. "Oh no you don't Potter. We've been over this a thousandth times already!"

Harry gave her a rather sheepish look. "I know, I know. I'm working on it alright."

"Just as long as we are clear," Hermione nodded, apparently satisfied.

Fleur looked from her husband to Hermione and back again in confusion, just like her parents. She could feel Harry was no longer upset but why had he been in the first place and why did Hermione react like she did?

"Mind telling us what this is about?"

"Harry's always felt responsible for everything that's happened to me since we met. That I would have been better of without him and that nonsense."

This cleared things up for Fleur… not... "But didn't he save your life in your first year or consider the fact that as a Muggle-born your life was in jeopardy anyhow?"

Hermione looked at Harry with a look akin to triumph as if saying. 'See, she can see the obvious.'

Harry laughed and lifted his arms in surrender.

Things suddenly clicked for Fleur. Harry and the guilt he still carried around. At times it would hit him. Sometimes hard, sometimes less so. Something about Hermione's reaction had set it off but she'd instantly recognised it and responded effectively.

The French quarter Veela shook her head in amusement. "Are you two certain you only bonded yesterday? Hermione knew you were upset before I really became aware of it."

Harry chuckled. "She's always known what I've been thinking but let's get back to the matter at hand, okay? Is there any way you can contact your parents?"

"Yes, by phone."

"Then may I suggest," Alain Delacour interjected, "that you call them after Cecile's visit. Once you have the information she can give you can all make some more informed decisions. At least that is my hope."

Hermione nodded her agreement, though she didn't really see how this new information would help her when she knew so little about regular Veela bonds in the first place. Before she could point this out Fleur startled her by removing her foot so they were no longer touching.

"Fleur!" Hermione called out in alarm, expecting all the negative responses that had come twice before now as she'd, accidentally, let go off her bondmates. She reached out for Fleur's hand but the quarter Veela merely laughed and stepped out of reach.

"It is fine love. We should be good for…." Fleur wanted to say they'd be good for at least fifteen minutes but was proven wrong rather fast. Both she and Hermione made an urgent grab for each other's hand.

"You were saying?" Hermione muttered. Closing her eyes in relieve as the negative feelings abated.

"I'm sorry Hermione. I do not understand though. By the morning of our second day Harry and I were fine for at least twenty minutes after we let go off each other."

"You should expect a few differences with a tribond Fleur." Everyone in the room turned towards the owner of the new voice. "Mind you, I think the differences are rather minor."

"Mamam," Apolline exclaimed happily as she went over to her mother and hugged her, with Alain following. "We were not expecting you for several hours."

"I'm afraid I could no longer contain my curiosity." Cecile Delacour admitted, directing her gaze towards her granddaughter and her bonded.

Fleur couldn't help herself as she watched her grandmother somewhat warily.

"Oh hush, Fleur. I'm just here to meet your second mate and show you what I found." Cecile Delacour resisted the urge to roll her eyes. In some ways her granddaughter could be rather stubborn. Definitely an unfortunate family trait, at times. At least she had the grace to look somewhat ashamed.

Cecile smiled at her granddaughter and moved towards the newly bonded trio who were now standing.

"My granddaughter not enough for you eh, Harry? You had to snatch up another one?" Cecile greeted her grandson in law warmly. "Good to see you again, Harry."

"Can't have too much of a good thing Cecile." Harry returned the hug one armed, since his left hand was held by the other one he'd 'snatched up', but with feeling. Not long after he bonded with Fleur he'd come to the conclusion that being part of the Delacour family equalled getting hugged a lot. While awkward at first he'd happily gotten used too this.

There was some tension between grandmother and granddaughter which would have to be addressed at some point but right now this was forgotten. So another one armed hug, this one with Fleur, later and Cecile could direct her attention to the latest addition to her extended family.

Hermione who had stood awkwardly between her bondmates while they greeted the Delacour matriarch wasn't expecting her own hug. Even though she'd always been an eager Harry hugger she didn't generally expect them from people she'd only seen a few times. At Fleur and Bill's wedding she hadn't even been introduced to the woman. At Harry and Fleur's wedding and the time leading up to it they had talked to each other on occasion. However these conversations had been limited to small talk. Nor had she given much thought to the lady before her after.

Of course she couldn't know that she had been on Cecile's mind and had been under her scrutiny. It hadn't escaped her notice that the English witch had been totally unaffected by any of her relatives. In addition to this the entire European wizarding community wasn't that big that she hadn't heard about Hermione Granger, best friend of Harry Potter. After all she'd heard and seen she had long since acknowledged the fact that the young witch could be a potential, welcome addition to her family.

Even so the fact that she had bonded with Fleur, who already had a bondmate, had surprised her as much as the next person. As a grandmother she was extremely happy for her grandchild. As a ninety five – year – old witch and Veela, who had seen and experienced so much already, she welcomed the new experiences this trio would bring. Not even she had ever contemplated the possibility of Veela triads. It was just such a rare occurrence.

It was regretful that the records had yielded so little. Still there had been a few things worth bringing. First things first however; welcoming someone to the family.

Hermione looked dazed, glad beyond words that Cecile Delacour finally directed her attention elsewhere. She'd been eager to learn what the Delacour family archives had turned up. Instead she found herself to be the one giving information. She'd never realised before it was possible to stuff so many question in two short hours. The woman had been kind but relentless. Jumping from one seemingly random topic to the next.

Hermione quick and organised brain had trouble keeping up. Still answering one question when the next one was being fired at her. Her so-called friends weren't any help. Fleur might have squeezed her hand in support a few times but that was the extent of her 'help'.

Harry on the other hand while looking slightly sympathetic hadn't bothered to hide his amusement. It was as if he'd been telling her 'I've been there. It is your turn now, enjoy.'

It had only taken about twenty minutes before she decided she'd get back at him for that. She was convinced the woman would give McGonagall a run for her money any time. No, scratch that, Hogwart's current headmistress was a rank amateur compared to Cecile.

The young witch swallowed the last of her coffee, wishing there was more. With the way this day was shaping up she needed all the caffeine she could get.

Suddenly a hand was being waved in front of her and she found Harry grinning at her. "Cecile is about to show us her findings. I thought you might be interested."

Hermione looked up to see everyone's attention on her once again. She ignored it and turned towards Cecile who didn't waste any time.

"Right then. I don't think it comes as a surprise when I say there wasn't much. There have been exactly two prior triads in our family. One over six hundred years ago and one nearly four hundred years ago. I hope you won't be too disappointed but the triad bonds don't seem to differ that much from the regular bonds. And that only in so much that every bond has its unique characteristics. And unfortunately because the triads bonds are so rare we have no idea if the things the previous triads had in common are the rule or not. I've requested any and all information from the other Veela clans on their trio bonds but there is no telling when we'll get that."

"Still mother," Apolline interjected, "our records are the only thing we have to go one. So for the time being, I suggest, that unless we find out things to the contrary, we use them as our baseline. Now what can you tell us?"

Apolline and Alain were as eager to learn about the records' content as the three people directly involved.

"Right. One difference is the fact that the levelling out of the bond occurs at a slower pace. You've probably already figured this out yourselves. Harry and Fleur's bond was already fully established but Hermione needs to bond with two others simultaneously. It simply takes longer.

Now, again I do not know if this is a regular thing for every triad bond, but both previous Delacour triads reported a change in nature of the magic of the bonded."

Immediately five faces looked at her in worry. "No don't worry. While this change is not necessarily a bad thing it will require readjusting. What is described in the records boils down to this. Magic is different for every wizard or witch. For some their magic excels in defensive magic, for others their talents are best suited to healing magic and so forth. What the magic seems to do for the triads, much more then with the regular bonds, is change the nature of the wizards or witch's magic.

Now I know that both Fleur and Harry's strongest talents lay in the direction of offensive and defensive magic. Both excelled in courses like defence against the dark arts. May I enquire where your talents lay Hermione?"

Hermione blinked in surprise. Here was yet another question she never contemplated before. "I'm not sure."

"Transfiguration and Runic magic. Hermione is best with precision work." Harry answered firmly.

Cecile nodded. "I suspected such. What I think is that the three of you will find that Hermione will become stronger or better in the offensive and defensive magic and the two of you will become better at transfiguration. The reverse seems to be true too. You two will loose some strength in the defensive magic as will Hermione in her best fields. From what I read the changes will be minute but you probably need to revaluate your responses just in case.

If you expect your magic to react in a certain way and it doesn't when you need it too it could cause problems.

Another thing that might occur while you're adjusting is the return of accidental magic. Both previous triads mentioned this.

All in all, Hermione, I think you aught to consider remaining on the Delacour estate for the time being. You can safely relearn the new specifics of your magic and you needn't worry about causing harm. Which I believe is a realistic worry should you three return to the UK and or live among Muggles."

Thoughts of her parents flashed through Hermione's head. 'Great, just great.'

That evening, after another long day, the trio found themselves back in their bedroom. Hermione had revelled in the fact that she'd been able to take a super quick shower on her own. -All though both Harry and Fleur had been standing on the other side of the shower curtain at most five inches apart from her.-

To the Muggleborn witch magic was fantastic but few things helped her relax better than the lovely feeling of warm water on her body. It had been that way for her since she'd been a small child and she didn't think this would ever change.

The time difference with Australia was such that by the time they'd finished their discussions it had become to late to call her parents. So she'd resolved to do so the first thing the next morning.

Hermione was glad to be going to sleep even though she still hadn't gotten used to the thought of sleeping with both Harry and Fleur in the same bed. But after the problems of the day she didn't really care. Sleep called. Still it seemed she had one more, unexpected problem to deal with.

Fleur had gone through the drawer in which Perdu had put her clothes unabashedly. Harry wisely kept his mouth shut as Fleur looked at her new mate in consternation. "Are these really all the clothes you brought?"

Hermione looked in the drawer that had apparently been allotted to her. "I packed for a stay in the woods Fleur. I didn't consider that I might need different things. I'll just make do with this until I can arrange for someone to send more of my things here or we can pick them up ourselves."

"Besides," she added in a teasing voice while looking at her best friend. "Harry's already proven he's quite adept at conjuring up both day and nightwear. I don't think I'll run the risk of running out off clothing."

"Nightwear and sweaters," Fleur scoffed.

"Hey!" Harry exclaimed, not quite certain if he'd just been insulted or not.

"Hush honey." Fleur temporarily dismissed him. "Hermione, you need more then what you've got here and what we can conjure up. I would love to take you out for a shopping spree like maman suggested but if we're prone to accidental magic we'd better discard that idea."

"Fleur, I'm fine with what I've got." Hermione said exasperated.

Fleur pretended not to hear or perhaps she truly didn't as she tried to figure out to Hermione's wardrobe predicament. "I've got it! Perdu!"

"Fleur!" Hermione protested. No way was Fleur going to order a house elf to buy her clothing on top of his already extended duties.

Perdu appeared near instantaneous after Fleur had called him and the blonde quarter Veela was still ignoring Hermione's protests. "Perdu, do you and your cousin still enjoy designing and creating wizarding wardrobes? Could I interest you two in creating one for Hermione, like you did for Harry?"

Hermione started to protest, or tried to, again. However at that moment she noticed that the small elf was jumping up and down excitedly.

"Oh yes, Mrs."

Fleur laughed at the house elf's obvious joy. She'd known he'd react like this. Perdu and his cousin Verket absolutely loved, human, fashion. This was probably due too the fact that they'd once served the famous witch Coco Channel.

"Good, when Harry and Hermione start their lessons a few days from now you and I will discuss all the details. Including payments." The last part she added more for Hermione's benefit then for Perdu's.

Perdu, normally a remarkably staid house elf was positively bubbling. "Yes Miss, thank you, I'm telling Verket. We start working! Night missus's." And one eager elf disappeared.

Fleur turned to Hermione in satisfaction. "There, all taken care off."

Hermione sighed in defeat. She really didn't need any more clothing. At the same she didn't have the heart to deny Perdu the obvious pleasure he derived from designing a few things for her.

Harry simply grinned, a fact that was missed by his friend. Hermione had no idea what was in store for her. This was going to be fun!

Before they got into bed there was one question Hermione suddenly remembered to ask. "Harry, why couldn't I talk to Fleur this morning?"

Harry chuckled and let go off her hand moving his towards Hermione's shoulder while he moved to stand directly behind his wife. He briefly kissed his wife's neck and left jaw. Fleur sighed contently and moaned softly, revelling in the desire that started to course through both herself and Harry.

However both were mindful of Hermione's presence. For the time being this was as far as they dared to go. So with a sigh of disappointment Fleur stepped back and then laughed silently as she looked at Hermione who was looking at everything except her bondmates.

Hermione waited for her friends to finish. If she'd been able she would have left so they could have their privacy. It didn't take a genius to figure out they were holding back on her account and she loved them for this. But sooner or later they'd want do more and she couldn't help but wonder how she'd deal with that. For now, however, she focused on other things and nearly missed the beginning of Harry's explanation.

"Our Fleur here becomes rather grumpy if you don't let her wake up on her own time. So barring an emergency do not disturb her and we'll always have our sweet tempered lady here." Now standing aside Hermione again he grinned at his oldest mate who was rolling her eyes at him but not denying anything he said.

"Surely, you're exaggerating?" Hermione asked somewhat sceptically. She could not recall ever having seen Fleur anywhere near being grumpy.

"He isn't," Fleur admitted.

Harry seemed to be in a teasing mood because with Hermione's attention on the other witch he subtly drew his wife's attention and held up his fingers, counting down from three. At the count of one both he and Fleur kissed Hermione good night right near her lips.

Laughing at the girl's flustered reaction they laughed and pulled her towards the bed. Somehow Harry ended up in the middle this time. With Fleur and Hermione reaching over him to keep in touch –literally- with each other, Harry quickly fell asleep utterly content with his lot in life.

Fleur followed quickly.

It took Hermione longer to nod off. During the war, specifically during the time she, Ron and Harry had searched for the Horcrux's, she'd learned to relax her mind enough to fall asleep no matter what problems they had to deal with at the time. It was a skill she'd had to learn or go without sleep for a very long time which would have been catastrophic in a time when she had to be on her guard at all times.

For the first time since the war, however this talent alluded her and sleep seemed far away. Maybe it was thus because her life wasn't in danger. There were just a lot of uncertainties. How would her parents react? What consequences would there be for her magic. How would she cope with the development of her respective relationships with Harry and Fleur? Questions she'd asked herself twenty times already that day alone but no answers had been forthcoming.

However if there was one thing in all of this she was grateful for it was that she had bonded with these two. It was simply incredible how open, warm and caring the two of them were around her. Even this early in their three way relationship.

She strongly suspected that the two of them purposely flirted or teased her to allow her to get used to the private dynamics of their relationship. Enabling her to find her own place in this new triad as quick as possible.

She started to grin as she recalled the double goodnight kiss. Oh yes, these two were going to keep her on her toes. It only seemed fair that she returned that favour. This had the potential to be fun.

Finally Hermione started to drift asleep, before her eyes popped open again. She remembered something Fleur had said earlier but which had escaped her notice earlier.

'What lessons?'

A.n. 2 ) Those who haven't and are planning to read the Twilight books might not want to read this an further because of spoilers

but one thing I absolutely love about that series is Alice and fashion and I couldn't resist adding something like that here. I hope it worked.

Okay, this was it for this chapter hope to see you all again for the next one whit ... Neville?