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Chapter 13: The Meeting

"My lord… did I hear that correctly?" Antonin Dolohov asked, he was kneeling right in front of the Dark Lord.

"Must I repeat myself again, Antonin?" Tom Riddle growled, his wand tip starting to glow with the cruciatus curse.

"N-No, My Lord. It will be as you ordered, I will best the Mudblood… but I won't kill her or use any spells that might cause her Death. Unless there is no other choice," he stood ridged.

"But, My Lord. Surely there would be someone better suited to be at your side? Perhaps the…"

"No! You insolent fool! You do not grasp the power the girl has in her hands. That kind of power is what deserves to be by my side."

He shot out the curse from his wand, and another name-less Death Eater dropped to the ground screaming for mercy. Fools, if they could not see the benefits of such a powerful girl, their blood idealism really was pathetic. No, there was only one thing that matter to him; power. And if Reagan Evans becomes his – they would be the most powerful couple in the magical world, they could change the world to the way it's supposed to be.

Sure, the girl he was using to get him information could potentially be useful to sire heirs, or heiresses. Surely, if his plans went the way he designed them to be, he and his bride would be too busy conquering the world – to have or raise proper children. That is where this girl would be useful.

He simply needed to find a few things before he would be ready, a few more things to put into place. He brushed off a few of the pieces of papers before he viewed his outlined plans.

'You are thinking too loudly, Tom' the hissing of Nagini said, the snake approaching the seat he was currently in.

'I'm surrounded by fools, useful and wealthy, but still they're fools' he replied annoyed.

'We talked about this, Tom, do not lash out at them. You have a poor temper, ever since the orphanage you've had a poor temper' Nagini replied, she shook her head at him.

'They are testing my patience, that damned girl is proving to finally be useful. I've found a person of interest, one suitable to be by my side.'

'Oh, have you really? I don't suppose they share our interests?'

'Not yet, she doesn't. But, I'll make sure she starts to see things our way.'

'I hope so. It would be nice for you to have a mate.'

'You just want someone to spoil you, and fall for all of your tricks.'

'Of course, after all. You stopped doing it. Now, tell me about this plan of yours? Orchestrating the attack on a pureblood lord, by muggles and in the muggle-world seems quite troublesome. Couldn't you just attack him like you've done so many others?'

'Not this time Nagini, we have to do it this way in order to spin the story and get the sheep to follow me. Let me explain further…'

Reagan doubled over again and threw up the content of her stomach, once again. However, she was proud to have lasted as long as she did. In fact, the longest time yet, she had lasted an hour of ancient casting – as Amethyst had called it. Unfortunately, neither Lily nor James were capable of ancient casting but they were capable of the advanced combat magic that Amethyst had allowed them to learn.

Lily was a lot more attentive to their training and often pushed herself to her limits, which made her the perfect training partner for Reagan. James however… he was a bit more aloof and despite trying, he often bowed out and sat on the sidelines watching the two train with a smile on his face. Much to Lily's irritation.

"Impressive… you managed to go an hour before throwing up. But still, that isn't good enough," Amethyst said, god, Reagan hated the fact that every night she couldn't keep her eyes off of her Professor's body.

"I managed an hour though!" she protested.

"And the moment you start to throw up, Dolohov will kill you. Not. Good. Enough."

A few moments later Lily doubled over and threw up the contents of her stomach as well. She had been casting with her wand non-stop for almost three hours. Reagan had stopped with her wand an hour ago to switch to her ancient casting, using up the rest of her magical reserves. Her core was considerably larger than Lily and James', but she was their child and thus Lily had shown she was quite magically powerful as well.

"I hate this," she mumbled, wiping her mouth on the towel James had conjured for her.

"You've grown quite a lot in the few weeks we've been at it. Physically and magically. But there is only three weeks until Samhain, you can't afford to be slacking off in any part of your training, or schooling… We'll call it a night, go to the Kitchen's and get some food before going to bed," Amethyst said. Reagan just watched as the Professor grabbed her things, and left the Chamber through the stairs she had asked for on their way down. More accurately, she was watching Amethyst's ass as she walked away.

"So… were you going to tell us you're crushing on the Professor?" James asked, as they sat around a small table in the kitchen while the Hogwarts Elves went about their business.

"I-I'm what? No! I'm not crushing on Amethyst," Reagan denied.

"Amethyst, aye? First name basis I see. Come on Reagan, I know that look when I see it, it's how I looked at Lily for the first five years of Hogwarts," James said, slinging an arm around Lily's shoulder, the red-head just rolled her eyes and finished her mouth of food before speaking.

"And your father is still an outright prat, but, he's not wrong. I can see it in your eyes," she said in all seriousness. Reagan just allowed her shoulders to drop, no point in denying it to her parents, is there?

"Fine, but, god damn have you seen her body!" Reagan said.

"Indeed, I have, Sirius goes on and on about the things he would do if given the chance…" James shook his head, while Sirius had gotten better, he was still a womanizer, he was just thankful that Sirius had gotten the idea of going after Reagan out of his head.

"However, I've also seen her giving you similar looks… well… more likely she looks at you with a calculated expression, looks like she wants to say something, decides not to. And instead focuses on the job at hand," Lily added and Reagan groaned.

"Are… are you actively suggesting I should seduce the professor?" Reagan's shocked expression caused both of them to smile.

"Look at it this way, darling. Your father and I are both conscious that we have two years until the war, at most. And despite… despite how I wish it wasn't you. We know you're going to be at the center of it, we don't know who will stand by your side. But we do know that the two of us will be there, always, and forever. So, don't worry about immorality – because fuck that, I want you to have some happiness before the inevitable battle with Voldemort," Lily said, James and Reagan stared at her with open mouths, Lily, polite, considerate, kind, Lily, just swore.

"Okay… but, we need to go shopping in the muggle-world for the clothes I need," Reagan admitted.

"Well, how about this Saturday we go to Diagon and then head to muggle-London? I'm sure Mum and Dad would be happy to see us… and I suppose you're overdue for a proper meeting with Petunia and… Vernon," Lily said his name with the utmost of hate that Reagan felt a shiver up her spine.

Albus Dumbledore sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he gathered his thoughts. He really did not expect to be in this situation for quite a few years to come – and it was especially different to the situation that had been detailed to him.

"Minister, I do not believe this is the right time for such an event. The current political state is unstable," he supplied.

"Which is exactly why we need to host the Tri-wizard tournament. But, we need to make it a spectacular event, instead of having three champions, we should offer to have three pairs of champions. Two from each school," Minister Bagnold stated firmly.

"Surely, there can be a better arrangement made? I suggest that…"

"It doesn't matter, Albus. I have already spoken with Lord Bones, the head of Department of Foreign Affairs and he said it would be a good move on our behalf to host the event. Something terrible is brewing in the water, Albus, and perhaps relations with France and the MCUSA might prove beneficial if we are thrust into a civil war," the Minister snapped.

"I see… I suppose I shall have to take up the details with Reginald?" Albus sighed, things were going to get complicated for the next school year indeed.

"You shall," the Minister said before she promptly gestured for him to leave her office.

Albus sighed and walked his way to the lift before making the trip to the Department of Foreign Affairs to have a conversation with Lord Reginald Bones about the event. It was troubling that events detailed to him were happening before their time, but, he could not do much about it. While it was true that he was the center of the Grindelwald war, he had no doubt that Reagan Potter would be the one in the middle of this war.

"Ah, Headmaster. I had no doubt you'd be seeking me out after the Minister called you to her office – please, sit, I have already prepared the documents," Reginald Bones was a kind man, with soft brown eyes and strawberry blonde hair.

"Thanks Reginald, I must say. It is quite the surprise to be reviving such an event," Albus replied.

"Please Headmaster, call me Reggie. And it is true that it is surprising, but, it's timing could not be more suited. With the current political state between Lord Slytherin and his Dark faction, Lord Greengrass and the neutral faction, and Lord Potter and the light faction. The event will calm down the debating Lord's fervor and allow us to build relations with two external communities in order to help the equilibrium of our community."

"As it stands, Reggie, I think putting the students through such a perilous event is ill-advised," Albus supplied.

"And that would be true, were it not for the layers of precaution we're going to be adding, as you can see here students from Hogwarts, Beauxbaton's and the Salem Institute for Witches will be perfectly safe when competing, sure, we will test them, but Mr. Crouch and his elites including Head Auror Alastair Moody will be in attendance through all events. Along with the best Healers from Saint Mugo's to tend to any of the injuries as soon as possible," As Lord Bones spoke, Albus looked through the documents and found that there were indeed many safety precautions put into place.

"You certainly have thought a lot about the safety of the students," Albus said surprised.

"How could I not? No doubt, my youngest daughter, Amelia, will likely try and enter herself. And I would certainly like to see that she survives with minimal damage," Lord Bones chuckled.

"I agree… I suppose I am agreeable to this, though I believe we shall have to negotiate with the other schools and ministries before we can properly announce the event?"

"Naturally."

"Then I believe we shall have quite the time to prepare… I shall notify my staff of the pending event."

"So long as they don't breathe a word of it to the students, that is, until the Ministry has made it official," Albus nodded in agreement and made to leave, before Lord Bone's words momentarily stopped him.

"By the way Headmaster, did you receive an invite to Lord Black's for Samhain?"

Amethyst was looking at her bookcase in her office, having recently purchased new texts to go over for class content. She was currently deciding where to put them. When she felt a body press up against her own, a warm hand slide down the waistband of her skirt and the other firmly held her hip. Phantom lips hovered over the pulse point of her neck before she felt the breath on her ear.

"You've been quite the tease, Professor," that voice, the girl who had plagued her thoughts for the past months.

"I haven't been meaning to – I only…"

"Shh… I know exactly what you were doing," that hand in her skirt went further south, her legs quivered.

"We shouldn't… I-I'm your Professor," Amethyst's protest was drowned out by a sudden moan, fingers rubbing her drenched sex. She couldn't deny it, she was more than ready to be taken.

"No… you're mine. You will submit yourself to me, my dear Amy."

Amethyst shot out of her bed quickly, her whole entire body was on fire. She raised a hand to her brow and wiped the sweat off of it. Frustration, that was something that persisted with her. She wasn't used to ignoring her nature, but, the Duel with Antonin Dolohov had taken up most of her time. More specifically training the person who consumed her thoughts, the small amount of almost daily contact had to be enough for her.

"What am I doing?" Amethyst mumbled, as the cool water from the shower rained down over her body.

"I need to face her about this, but… only a few more weeks until the duel… can I last that long?" she looked up, at nothing in particular as her own thoughts went through her head.

After she got dressed, before she was due to go to breakfast with the other Professor's and the students. She sat down and wrote a letter to her parents, nothing too serious but just talked about her thoughts and feelings, especially when it came to Reagan. That dream hadn't been the first one, but she got them constantly and it frustrated her to no end.

Furthermore, it had become abundantly clear how Reagan's body was adjusting to her new training regime. Gone was the somewhat loose stomach and in its place, was a well tone muscles, with that defined shape that made her ass almost irresistible to look at. And by the gods, her chest was even more pronounced than before, straining against whatever top she decided to wear, even her Hogwarts robes. And those green eyes, every time she looked at them she shivered, imagining how those green eyes would look when they were looking at her own body.

Today was a Saturday and although she would be meeting with Reagan, Lily and James later that night. Currently, she had no other engagements than to attend breakfast with the staff and students as usual.

Jason and Margaret Evans, Lily's parents, Reagan's grandparents. The two of them had waited patiently on the muggle side of the Leaky Cauldron for the small group to appear. Lily came out in a sundress that now looked… small for her, her entire physique had changed, she had gotten a lot fitter. James himself looked quite fit, albeit, not as fit as the girls and Margaret and Jason guessed that his clothes were actually transfigured. Additionally, he was looking around in wonder and amazement, seeing the muggle world for the first time.

Their eyes then turned to their 'niece' who was actually their Granddaughter. Reagan was wearing red jeans, a brown leather belt, some plain black flats and a long-sleeve crop top which left her stomach exposed. A stomach which contained clearly define outlines of a six-pack, in fact, her entire body looked in physical pique. But not only that, her femininity was still very present in the curves of her behind, the shape of her hips and the notable size of her bust.

"Mummy! Daddy!" Lily exclaimed and raced into her parent's arms.

"Is Petunia not with you?" Lily frowned.

"No… she's off with her boyfriend today. But they'll be present for dinner, which, you have leave for. Don't you?" Margaret asked unsure.

"We do indeed Ma'am. Sir, it's good to see you again," James stepped forward and shook Jason's hand before he bent and kissed Margaret's.

"Reagan, no need to hang back. We're family after all, sure, we haven't bonded much. But that'll change as you're staying with us over summer, aren't you?" Margaret said, beckoning the girl forwards.

Reagan was met with a warm welcoming hug from the woman, she returned the hug after a few moments. Lily's parents were so welcoming of her that it was a shock she received no skepticism and only love that a family would give.

"I hope you three don't mind, but Jason and I would like to join you on your shopping trip," Margaret said.

"We'd be happy to have your company," James replied.

James marveled at the muggle-world, looking around in wonder and amazement. He was sitting on a window, Lily sat between the two. She found a strong amount of entertainment in explaining things to him, Reagan snickered a little.

Shopping was an interesting affair, Reagan and Lily were shopping for Reagan with the purpose of 'seducing' the Professor that Reagan was crushing on. James also got himself some clothes… but he and Jason ended up carrying most of the women's purchases much to their chagrin.

The Evans family didn't live in a lush, furnished house like the Potter's did, nor did they have House elves to take care of their property. But, the house still had a certain level of charm to it in itself. And to James Potter, it was one of the most amazing sights he had ever seen, which caused Lily and her parents to chuckle as he went about the house asking what everything was. Well, almost everything.

However, all the novelty of the place quickly evaporated when Petunia arrived home with her boyfriend. She was a lot like Reagan remembered, skinny, and unflattering in the looks department. Vernon Dursley was a lot like he was in her world, although also younger, he was still rather large in size and Reagan wondered how they ever conceived a child, or did she do all the work?

"Pet, who are they?" Vernon asked with confusion, none of the three missed how his eyes stopped on Reagan and he was quite openly checking her out.

"My sister, her boyfriend and my cousin," Petunia ground out.

"They're the freaks you were talking about?"

The temperature in the room dropped significantly. And before anyone knew what had happened James had walked up to Vernon, and punched him right in the jaw.

"Don't you dare call either of them a freak!" James had roared, as his fist met Vernon's face.

The larger boy dropped to the ground, but he quickly picked himself up and tackled James to the ground before he started to lay into James physically. James held his arms over his face as the larger male delivered punch after punch into James's stomach.

"Vernon!" Petunia shrieked.

"James!" Lily screamed, shocked at what happened in front of them.

Jason stalked forwards and picked Vernon up off the ground, essentially separating the two brawling males. He then picked Vernon up off the ground by the collar of his shirt, Vernon was bleeding from his mouth but that didn't matter to Jason whatsoever.

"You called my daughter a freak. How dare you Vernon Dursley!" Jason snarled, the boy blanched at that.

"He fucking hit me! Sir," Vernon had the sense to add that at the end of his protest.

"And you bloody well deserved it. You come into my home and you insult my daughter! Not only that! But you also insult her boyfriend, and my niece! What do you have to say for yourself Vernon?"

"I! er…" he had no reply, not when he was staring down an obviously strong and very angry father.

"I don't care that James hit you, he did so defending my daughter and her cousin's honor. As I would expect of him as a man, now, leave this house. And don't you fucking dare come back," Jason walked to the door with a protesting Petunia on his heels, he kicked the front door open and threw Vernon out before slamming the door shut.

"And you! Young lady! How dare you call your family such names," Jason rounded on Petunia in a furious snarl, the girl shrunk back, with tears on the verge of her eyes.

"B-but they - …"

"You're grounded Petunia, and I don't ever want to see Vernon here again. He is not welcome in this home, or this family!" Jason snapped.

Petunia screamed and then ran upstairs to her room, in the meantime Lily and Reagan were kneeling next to James, their wands out and they were treating his bruises and cuts.

"That was rather dumb of you, James," Lily said shaking her head.

"Hey! I'm not going to let that fat bastard call either of you that word," James retorted, only to be silenced with a kiss from Lily.

"Thank you for protecting our honor," Lily said.

"And thank you for breaking that fight up Daddy," Lily said giving her father a tight hug.

"Your mother and I are going to have a serious talk with your sister… I do not want that boy in this family, especially with how vocal he was of his disgust of you, your boyfriend and your… daughter," the last part was a whisper. Reagan smiled, her grandparents, both sets of them – were the best.