Disclaimer: It's JKR's not mine, but as we close in on Deathly Hallows I wish she would at least be whispering in my ear some of the plot now.
As always many thanks to my wonderful beta chem prof
Also thanks to canoncansodoff for some suggestions that I used for the trip to Japan. The karaoke idea was from him also, so if you don't want to deal with that you can skip over it. The songs used are by Carly Simon and The Police, I do not claim that they are mine in any manner.
"Oh Harry I just know we're going to have a wonderful time with Mum and Dad. Their dental conference coincided with a large religious gathering near Kyoto. Professor Dumbledore told me to be prepared for Japanese hospitality, so I wonder what he meant by that?" Hermione babbled happily from her comfortable seat in the Business Class of the non-stop flight from London to Osaka.
Harry's lips quirked upwards at his girlfriend's excitement as he gazed out of his window seat to see the ground passing through the broken cloud cover below. It was amazing having such a perspective on the world Harry realized, it suddenly made the heights he reached on his broom, save one time, seem rather pedestrian.
Hermione nudged his shoulder, giving him a small pout. "Are you even listening Harry?"
Harry reached across the armrest and took one of her small hands in his own. "I am, but I was just thinking about how high we are and comparing it to how high I get in the Quidditch matches. I think I was about a half a mile up when the dementors forced me off of my broom. We must be what ten times that height, and how much faster are we going?"
Hermione gave Harry a knowing smile. "You talk about flying like I talk about books."
Harry quirked an amused eyebrow and replied, "Well at least I don't sleep with my Firebolt, Ms. Granger."
Hermione blushed prettily but tried to regain the upper hand. "Yes well I'm sure you do enough broomstick servicing in your bed to make up for that."
Harry chuckled. "That was desperate Hermione, but I'll give it to you." Hermione stuck her tongue out and they shared a light laugh before the flight attendant came by and offered them a glass of orange juice, which they both accepted graciously.
Nearly two hours later they were somewhere over far Eastern Europe when Hermione finally gave Harry the outline of her itinerary for the trip.
"I think we'll be spending most of our time in Kyoto Harry, but we do have a couple of day trips planned. Dad seems to think you and he need to golf with Dr. Fujiyama, he's an oral surgeon my mum and dad sometimes refer patients to. Apparently, he was here for the conference also, but he has some family in the area that own a golf course. His son David will be joining you three also; I guess a sort of father son match." Hermione explained as she read her rough outline.
For some reason the lightness of Hermione's statement hit him much more bluntly than normal as he allowed himself a brief foray into the what if world of father-son Quidditch matches that he missed out on with his own father. Hermione merely gave him a warm smile when she ferreted out his musings and squeezed his hand briefly before continuing. "Mum wanted to visit Mt. Fuji, so that will be a full day trip also. I think she mentioned something about hiking part way up for a spot of exercise and sightseeing."
Harry nodded. "I'd like to see that. I haven't really seen much in the way of actual mountains you know."
Hermione nodded. "There is also a magical school in Nara, the largest in all of Japan actually. But, since the Japanese go year round in school, we should have the chance to maybe sit in on a class if we contact the school in advance. A couple of simple translating spells and we can keep right up and maybe even learn some new strain of oriental magic."
Harry had actually taken the time to research some of the regional differences in magic over the course of the past few days, and he had found that Japanese magical theory was similar to the Celtic/Druid derivative that was currently taught at Hogwarts. But, the Japanese were much more openly demonstrative towards their religious leanings within the classroom, Harry was certain that if he and Hermione visited they would pick up some Buddhist and even some Taoist theory.
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Neville Longbottom sighed heavily as he pruned various magical plants in his small ancestral greenhouse. The summer had been even more boring than he had initially expected; he had only received two letters from Ginny over the entire time – one detailing that she would be in an unplottable location for the summer and the other detailing how much she missed him and wanted to give him a big kiss when she saw him again.
Of course that letter had put him in the best mood he had been in the entire summer, but even the promise of a kiss from his girlfriend of sorts didn't help with this boredom. He had finished the summer homework weeks ago, and he decided against OWL revision until he could talk to a real expert, one Hermione Granger.
Putting down his pruning shears, Neville picked up his watering bucket and began to make the rounds once again. However, just as he finished watering his new prized plant his gran called out, "Neville dear, we're leaving to do your school shopping in Diagon Alley. Finish up with your little plants and then we can go."
Neville nodded and he began to think of the one thing he wanted the most, a new wand that would match him better. He imagined if he played just the right tune with his gran she would cave and take him to Ollivander's. It wasn't that he didn't cherish his father's wand, but it just wasn't a good match for him and his grades had suffered for it in the past. Being an OWL year Neville needed to do this right if he wanted any chance of being a Professional Herbologist. With a glance around at the variety of magical plants in his greenhouse he briefly totaled their value as potions ingredients somewhere over one thousand galleons.
After taking care of his supplies Neville activated the special stasis charms that kept the plants from dying when he was away at Hogwarts.
Perhaps the biggest worry of Neville's had been the lack of a letter from Harry; after all the past school year had led to what he considered his first real friendship. Harry had always defended him, but now it was almost like Neville was trusted to do the same for him, which was a task in its own right.
Neville ran down the stairs with his booklist in hand, nearly skidding into his gran down by their Floo connection. She smiled at the rare energetic showing from her grandson before her normally stern visage slipped back on. "You have your booklist?"
Neville nodded. "I think I just need my books, some new robes, and there was one other thing."
Augusta Longbottom nodded stiffly, grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and stepped into the connection before she uttered her destination and vanished into the emerald flames.
Neville followed soon after and managed to avoid a total face plant thanks to some frantic scrambling, and he heard some girls giggle at his plight before he could right himself. Standing up with his face flaming he brushed the Floo soot off of his shoulder and spotted his gran a few feet away with an amused look on her face.
She frowned slightly. "What was the other thing you needed, Neville?"
Neville sighed. "I was hoping I could get a wand that works properly, gran. I love Dad's old wand, but my grades in the practical parts of class are terrible because the wand is so poorly matched to me. Seeing as how this year is my OWL year, I figured now would be the last real chance I have to get good enough grades to be a professional Herbologist."
Augusta blinked trying to assimilate this new assertive Neville with the one she had sent off to Hogwarts the past September. Finally she nodded. "Of course dear, why don't we stop there after we do some banking."
Neville gave her a relieved smile before he followed dutifully behind as they left the Leaky Cauldron and made their way out onto Diagon Alley.
The trip to Gringotts was short and sweet. Fortunately, the Longbottoms were a rather affluent family and the goblins always looked kindly upon affluent customers, normally having cash on hand to save them the trip down to their vault.
So here they were, outside of Ollivander's shop, a place they should have been five years earlier, as Augusta Longbottom led the last real hope of making the Longbottom family something aside from a dying line into the old and dusty shop.
The old man walked around a large stack of boxes and he smiled. "Ah Augusta Longbottom, I expected to see you a few years ago, but better late than never I suppose. What was it again, 13 inches of oak with an augury feather for the core? A rather stiff blend if I remember correctly."
Augusta merely nodded as she pulled her wand out of the sleeve of her robes. Finally she said, "I am here to get Neville his first personal wand. He has been using his father's wand the past few years."
Ollivander nodded. "Very well, young man step up here so I can get your measurements. Right handed I presume?" Neville nodded as he cautiously approached the older wizard.
With a snap of the older wizard's finger a measuring tape unfurled and magically measured his right wand arm before it furled up and returned to the box it had been placed in. Ollivander nodded thoughtfully and returned with a small stack of boxes. He pulled the first one from its box and handed it Neville, "Go on lad give it a flick."
Neville flicked the wand and a blast of hot air streamed from the wand blowing a stack of boxes over in a far corner. Ollivander smiled at Neville's sheepish expression. "No that wasn't the one."
Pulling a wand from another box he motioned with his hand. Neville flicked the wand and a swarm of bees came buzzing from the wand. Ollivander gestured with his hand and the bees were vanished. He looked down at the remaining boxes. "The wood is all wrong for you young man. I think we need something older, and perhaps a more powerful focus agent for the core."
Neville looked blankly at him as he thought with no small measure of excitement, something more powerful!
Ollivander walked into the back of his shop and Neville chanced a look at his gran, for the first time in his memory she was beaming at him with pride. It filled Neville with some vague warmth he had always longed for.
Ollivander came back with two dusty looking boxes. Opening the first he said, "Try this young man, one of two Yew wands of its kind. The wood is from a particularly powerful magical area near Stonehenge."
Neville grabbed the wand and before he could flick it he felt a tremendous power wash over him. The old wizard nodded excitedly. "Oh my, I do believe we have found your wand Mr. Longbottom. Only a powerful wizard could elicit such a powerful response from that combination. Ten and a half inches of yew wood, with a Griffin feather as its core. It's rather curious that now I have cleansed my shop of the final connection to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's own wand. You share the same wand wood Mr. Longbottom. While not as intimate a connection as say the same cores, you will find a very unique relationship should occur if you ever cross wands. Something which I would suggest you avoid at all costs, but fascinating nonetheless. I believe you are destined for many great things."
Neville nodded with his heart in his throat. He had hoped for a wand, but to share wand wood with Voldemort, well that was terrifying and exhilarating in one breath.
After his gran paid for the wand she grasped Neville's shoulder and he followed behind her obediently, his wand safely ensconced in his pocket. The rest of the trip would be a vast disappointment in comparison.
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Meanwhile a few miles away in downtown London, a pale haired man was handing over a sack of money in exchange for a set of blueprints.
He glanced at the man and tapped his left forearm before he said, "The Dark Lord will reward you when the time is right comrade. For now remain as you have been, and I will call to you for our next intelligence gathering."
With nary a glance back Lucius Malfoy left the office, the words outside of the door labeling it as:
Ministry Clerical Information.
Lord Voldemort was about to get some very good news.
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Harry glanced around in the large Karaoke/Sushi bar in rapt attention. True, the four Brits stood out in the place like a sore thumb, but they were too busy taking everything in to pay it any matter.
Michael grinned at the awed look on his daughter's and Harry's faces. They had seen more magnificent things in their lives but little new things like this still caught their attention. It made him feel slightly less inadequate as a parent that he could still see that look on his daughter's face.
Bianca spoke first. "Well you already told us about the trip, so why don't you tell us about how the summer is going. We know you both were named prefects, which is exactly why we are treating you here. This is apparently the best sushi bar in the area and Michael promised me one karaoke song before we left. So imagine it as killing two birds with one stone."
Hermione's eyes took on a calculating gleam as she turned to Harry. "You'll do a song for me too, won't you Harry?"
Harry sighed. He could play this one of two ways, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to have a huge favor on his tally for the rest of the trip in case he found something he wanted her to do for him. He grinned and said, "I'll be right back, I need to see if they can do my song."
Michael waved his hand. "Harry, just about any song you want they'll have on that thing, trust me on that."
Harry nodded, a small grin on his face as he remembered his Aunt Petunia's obsession with Sting and the Police. It seemed rare where he could turn something from the Dursleys into a positive, but he figured this was one of those times.
Soon the sushi was served and Bianca said, "The conference was rather boring, but we use them as an excuse to vacation every summer. I'm sure you recall that we were in France a couple of summers ago Harry. Well, the conference was in Paris and then we went to the French coast for a couple of weeks."
Harry grinned as he took a bite of his sushi roll. Things like fish had remained a mystery to him his entire life and he realized he rather liked this. Swallowing his bite he took a small sip from the lemonade he ordered before he asked, "So how do you get up there to sing a song?"
Michael chuckled as Bianca grinned at Hermione. "Patience lad, enjoy your sushi and rice. We have plenty of time to make fools of ourselves and still have a full stomach while we're at it."
Harry grinned sheepishly as conversation drifted to and fro for the remainder of the meal, everyone enjoying the company they kept.
Finally, Michael polished off the last of his food and he turned to Harry. "Let me show you how you get in line to sing. Then I'll show you how to make the request. What song did you have in mind?"
Harry leaned in and whispered into Michael's ear. The older man laughed. "Aye that should be perfect, if Hermione is anything like her mother anyways."
Michael made the requests and he was told that he and Harry were the next two in line to sing. When the previous man finished a rather butchered rendition of Michael Jackson's Billie Jean, Michael took the stage and spoke into the microphone. "This song is dedicated to my beautiful wife Bianca. We've been married for nearly 20 years and baby you're still the best. Carly Simon sends her regards for you love." With this he broke out into song.
Nobody
does it better
Makes me feel sad for the rest
Nobody does it
half as good as you
Baby, you're the best
Harry
grinned as he watched the crowd get into Michael's performance.
Glancing over at Hermione and her mum he laughed as they swayed to
the music, like they were at a rock concert. In a way it reminded of
the fast dances he shared with her at the Yule Ball and he was once
again reminded of how perfect his own choice was. I
wasn't lookin', but somehow you found me And nobody does it
better
I tried to hide from your
love light
But like heaven above me
The spy who loved me
Is
keeping all my secrets safe tonight
Though sometimes I wish someone could
Nobody does it
quite the way you do
Why'd you have to be so good?
Michael
was truly feeling it at this point and gave a small pelvic thrust,
which prompted several dainty giggles while Bianca faked fainting as
Hermione laughed, only somewhat mortified, and fanned some air on
her. The way that you hold me And nobody does it better
Whenever you hold
me
There's some kind of magic inside you
That keeps me from
runnin'
But just keep it comin'
How'd you learn to do the
things you do?
Makes me feel sad
for the rest
Nobody does it half as good as you
Baby,
baby
Darling, you're the best
Baby, you're the best
Baby,
you're the best
Michael dabbed his brow as the crowd broke out into polite applause before he said, "Next up is my little girl's boyfriend. Everyone give him a hand, unless he is really terrible, then you can boo him."
Harry walked out on to the stage, the glare from the lights in front of the stage forcing him to take a moment to acclimate to the light. Harry unscrewed the microphone from the stand and said, "This one is for Hermione, it's been magic since the first time we met. Thanks to The Police I can tell her that every little thing she does is magic."
The music kicked up and Harry began:
Though
I've tried before to tell her Every little thing she does is
magic
Of the feelings I have for her in my
heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As
I've done from the start
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life
before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Hermione
was on her feet at this point cheering wildly along with Michael and
Bianca, and a group of Japanese school girls that were giggling
wildly as they danced about. Harry grinned at the crowd before he
took a deep breath and continued. Every
little thing she does is magic
Do I have to tell the
story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It's a big
enough umbrella
But it's always me that ends up getting wet
Everything she do just turns me
on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for
her goes on
Harry
took some slack from the microphone and hopped down off of the stage
to serenade Hermione in front of the entire crowd. I
resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if
she'll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have
gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue
has tripped me
Must I always be alone?
Hermione
wrapped her arms around Harry's waist and gave him a hug as he
finished. Every little thing she does is
magic Every
little thing she does is magic Every little thing
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life
before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on
Everything she do just turns me
on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for
her goes on
Every little thing
Harry walked back up the steps to the stage and screwed the microphone back onto the stand. The entire crowd remained standing and applauded him right off of the stage.
Hermione pounced on him and gave him a nice long kiss, not bothering to hide the fact from her parents who were sharing a very fond smile in reminiscence.
Finally she broke the kiss and quickly asked, "That was brilliant, but how did you know the song so well? You didn't even look at the screen once."
Harry shrugged as he took her hand and led her back to their table. "Aunt Petunia was a huge Sting fan, so of course she played it over and over again when Dudley and I were younger. Of course, when she actually has to deal with magic it was something entirely different."
Hermione opened her mouth and then closed it, not worrying about Harry's comment; instead she was intent on making it as enjoyable as she could for him during his time away on vacation.
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Meanwhile the inhabitants of Grimmauld Place continued to trudge onward through the nearly crippling boredom of day to day life under house arrest.
"Ginny, Tonks has some post for me and I think it's a letter from Lavender. I need a girl to translate it for me so I don't look like a git." Ron begged his younger sister without any sign of either pride or ego.
Ginny thought long and hard before she said, "Ok, but I expect you to buy me some Bertie Bott's on the Express as payment."
Ron nodded as he handed the letter to Ginny as if it was a ticking time bomb, not that he knew what one of those was. Ginny unfurled the letter and read it slowly and carefully, smiling at parts and frowning thoughtfully at other parts, each change of expression succeeding in driving Ron further up the figurative wall.
Finally she rolled the letter back up and said, "Well, from the sounds of things she is interested. But, you have to make the first move, and it has to be something very public as a show of your intentions. Perhaps you could ask her to the first Hogsmeade weekend in the middle of the common room."
Ron paled at the suggestion and he sputtered, "You mean in front of the whole house?"
Ginny sighed. "Ron, I don't see what the big deal is. This letter pretty much guarantees she'll say yes if you ask her. Anyways wouldn't you look better if you have the confidence to ask her in public?"
Ron sighed in defeat. "Well yeah, but...what if all I manage to do is look like such a big git she decides to say no?"
Ginny smiled in understanding, no teasing at all in her voice as she said, "Ron, you have to have confidence in yourself. If you always believe you're going to fail then that is exactly what you'll do."
Ron nodded absently as Ginny handed him the letter and walked out of the room. His mind was racing with ways of acting cool and confident when he asked Lavender out, this was what he wanted after all, wasn't it?
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Hermione leaned closer and whispered seductively, "So tell me Harry, if I was a snitch would you catch me?" She began to unbutton the blouse that usually remained hidden under her Hogwarts uniform one by one.
Hermione leaned in again and Harry grinned almost giddily as he turned his ear to her soft lips and she opened her mouth to say, "Harry! Time to wake up!"
Harry blinked as he felt a hand on his shoulder, slowly he opened his eyes, oh it was way too bright, but he was just...dreaming...damn. Harry groaned as a small pair of hands gave him his glasses and the world began to shift into focus, not nearly as good as his dreams had been a moment earlier. He shifted in bed, the sticky warmth the only clue as to where his unconscious mind had wandered the night before.
Suddenly he realized that Hermione was eyeing him critically as she asked, "Are you ok Harry?"
Harry blinked and blushed furiously as he squeaked out, "Oh fine, just thinking about having a lie in is all."
Hermione's eyes narrowed and then widened as a faint blush covered her cheeks as the pieces of evidence slid into place. She had a small smile dancing on her lips as she said, "No lie in for you today Mr. Potter. Get your shower; we are going to the magical school in Nara. Some Japanese Ministry workers invited the two of us to observe an ancient ritual in regards to dead family members, or something like that. I'm afraid they were rather vague on details."
Harry had climbed to the edge of his bed and without making eye contact he said, "Ok, well let me get out of bed, I should be ready to go in about twenty minutes."
Harry grimaced and did a quick wandless cleaning charm before he made his bed and grabbed the set of clothes Hermione designated as day #2 with a small slip of paper.
After a quick shower Harry noticed with no small amusement that his outfit matched the one Hermione had been wearing a few minutes earlier. Brushing his teeth carefully Harry finished up in the bathroom just in time to catch Hermione, who appeared ready to hex his hair off for taking so long.
She blinked when he opened the door before she could knock on it and she gave him an appraising look before she nodded. "Good, you like nice by the way. A pair of Japanese Ministry officials are supposed to be coming in about ten minutes and we're leaving by portkey to the school. Now, don't be surprised if there is a lot of finger pointing and whispering, because they have been informed that Harry Potter is coming."
Harry's eyes widened. "But, that's sure to get back to Voldemort, isn't it?"
Hermione sighed. "I thought the same, but apparently the Japanese have some sort of secrecy charms tied into the wards of the school. They could tell eventually, but we'll be back in Hogwarts before that ever happens."
Harry nodded slowly as Hermione took him by the hand and led him out to the small living area in the large suite the four Brits shared. Michael and Bianca were sitting together at the small table in the kitchenette reading a day old copy of the Times when the teens walked in. Michael smiled and said, "Hey Harry, a bit of the jet lag reach up and grab you?"
Harry nodded absently, stifling a yawn before he said, "Something like that. So what plans have you today?"
Bianca replied, "We were thinking of just taking a walk through the city. I hear there are some lovely places for couples to go in the city. Hermione tells us you two are observing some sort of a magical ritual to see dead family members."
Harry blinked, as a fleeting thought of seeing his parents again like he had in the graveyard crept into his consciousness. However, with that thought came the likelihood that he would just be picking at a sore that was slowly healing on its own already. Finally, he decided just to leave it be as Hermione explained some basics of the ritual and how it coincided with the muggle Shinto festival of the same name.
It seemed to be only a moment later as Harry was lost in thought when the swishing sound of a portkey deposited two elderly looking Japanese men into the middle of the room. Harry also didn't notice his wand hand reflexively going to the hilt of his wand, prepared for the worst as his mind had continued to wander on his idle depressing thoughts.
The two men walked over to Harry and Hermione, and one of them spoke with the garbled eloquence of a translating charm, Hello, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger, we are here to escort you to the Nara School of Magic. We are honored at both of your presences here in Japan, and Albus Dumbledore san has made us aware of any potential dangers. Do not worry, it has been five hundred years since any dark lord has set foot on our sacred soil."
Harry nodded absently, glancing back at Hermione, who looked more like she was puzzling out some trifle of Japanese history than actually worried. Harry made a mental note to keep her on her toes more in the future as the other man pulled a stuffed dragon of some sort and motioned with his hand for the two of them to grab hold. As they placed their hands on the stuffed animal they all disappeared with nary a sound aside from a soft pop.
The portkey deposited the quartet in the middle of a quaint courtyard and thanks to their animagus forms the different style of landing didn't throw Harry and Hermione for too much of a loop. Hermione excitedly turned to Harry. "Did you see Harry? Their portkeys are entirely different from the ones we use at home."
Harry chuckled as he kept an eye on the two elderly wizards. "Yes I did notice that; I'll have to ask the headmaster about it when we get back."
Hermione seemed appeased by Harry's reply and wordlessly took his hand as the elderly wizards led them into the heart of an immense building that looked to be a pagoda of sorts. A wizard that looked so old he made Dumbledore look young in comparison greeted them outside of a large set of doors and smiled. "Welcome to my school Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger. I am headmaster Makito Suzuki. You may call me Makito as esteemed guests of our school. I believe I may be encountering you in the near future Mr. Potter, but I shall leave that secret for another time. Please follow me."
The two older wizards turned back at a walk to the courtyard while Harry and Hermione shared a look that clearly communicated, this was about to get very interesting.
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Just outside of Ottery St. Catchpole a decidedly darker task was taking place, a task that would spell all kinds of trouble for the inhabitants of Wizarding Britain.
"Come now Amos, surely you can see a good offer when it hits you square between the eyes," the masked man cackled to the bound and bleeding wizard before him.
Spitting a wad of blood from his mouth he heard some shouts in the distance and said, "I'll never support that monster, so you can take your offer and shove it you cowards."
A second figure stepped forward and almost lovingly whispered, "Crucio."
Amos thrashed about in his invisible bonds for a moment before the spell was lifted. "Never."
The second figure just laughed harshly and said, "Then you shall pay for the folly of your ways." A single shout of Amos' name rang out and the voice cackled, "Pity they'll be too late to help you."
Amos blinked as the figure wielded their wand and screamed, "Avada Kedavra."
The green beam arced into Amos's chest and his blinking eyes stared unseeingly into the night sky, less than a mile from the safety of his home. With three soft pops the deatheaters vanished into the night. A moment later Cedric came sprinting into the clearing and he wailed, "No, Dad!"
The wails of those left behind haunted the night air of Ottery St. Catchpole, because the balance of the entire wizarding world had just shifted in a most unexpected way.
A/N: There it is, another chapter in the books, and yes as you can see I did kill a Diggory, just not the one everyone had expected me to.
Next chapter, we have the continuation of the trip to Japan and some fall out from the murder of Amos Diggory. To any of you that wondered, there will be a flashback to the ritual at the school, but it won't be dealt with in too much detail.
Thanks to everyone that has read and reviewed.
Question of the Chapter
If you had your choice of three things that was to happen in Deathly Hallows, what would it be?
A Harmonious ending where Ron is killed but HHr walk off into the sunset.
A R/Hr ending where Harry survives and lives happily ever after with Ginny. The OBHWF option for those in the know.
Or, an ending with no ships and the entire trio survives.
