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Always and Forever
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Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters associated there with belong to JK Rowling, and Scholastic. Also, any similarities to any other work is unintentional. I make no profit from this story. I wrote it, just for fun.
AN: As always, a very special thank you to, Dementor149, for his tireless efforts in helping me with this story.
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Chapter 29
Parties and Prophecies
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Harry closed the door and turned around, and found eight concerned faces staring back at him. His new bedroom suddenly seemed a little small. Everyone had managed to squeeze together on his bed; everyone except for Hermione, she had sat herself down at his desk, and that where Harry found himself heading. Not caring for the fit, Fred and George stood back up and started exploring the room. Harry made a quick mental note; to check for pranks before he went to bed. Standing next to Hermione at the desk, Harry got started. "Well, I'm not sure what you've all heard, but the jest of it is; my uncle hates magic, and I mean… really hates it. So when he saw me getting some potions out… he kind of, went bonkers. Then later when the dementors showed up…"
"Dementors, Harry, here… ah, I mean in Little Whinging?" A surprised Neville asked.
Harry leaned back, and sat on the edge of the desk and nodded, but didn't answer right away; he was still trying to figure that one out himself. "Yeah… Don't know what they were doing there, but two attacked Dudley. That's what sent my uncle over the edge."
"We heard…" Ginny hesitated a second, not sure if she should say anything.
"That he beat me up?" Harry finished for her.
Ginny nodded.
"Yeah, he a…" Even though it had been a couple of weeks, Harry found he was still having trouble talking about it.
Hermione took his hand and continued for him, "Mr. Dursley had taken Harry's potions away right off, so Harry was already in a bad way." Hermione thought that was putting it lightly, but she knew Harry wouldn't want her to go into detail about it, and she didn't want to embarrass him either. However, she also didn't want to just gloss over it. She wanted to make sure everyone in the room knew just what kind of monster Mr. Dursleys was. "Harry hadn't had his potions, had barely eaten, and had not been allowed out of his room. Yet Mr. Dursley still blamed Harry for what happened to Dudley." Hermione swiped at a tear that had started down her cheek. "That… animal beat Harry so badly, he…" Hermione had to stop as the memories came flooding back.
Harry slid into the chair next to her and put his arm around her, and whispered to her, "It's Okay, Hermione… they get the picture." He pulled up their joined hands and gave them a quick kiss. "And I'm fine now," he added tenderly.
Seeing Harry next to her, healthy, and in one piece helped her to regain control of her emotions. Hermione nodded, then turned back to a silent group. "… He nearly killed Harry."
No one said a word as the seriousness of what happened sank in. Ginny was sure, that if she hadn't already known it had been that bad, she would have been crying. Luna and Susan both looked as though they were struggling with their emotions.
Ron shook head in disbelief, "Bloody hell," was all he could to say.
Thinking this was supposed to be a party, and seeing as Harry was obviously alright now, Seamus stood up with a smirk, "Bloody hell don't seem to quite cover it Harry. I'd say you've had a rather rotten year."
Everyone realized how serious it must have been, but Seamus's remark did wonders to lighten the mood; even Hermione smiled briefly. Harry chuckled, "You have no idea, but things are better now," he said, as he smiled at Hermione.
"Mum, said it was Dumbledore's fault, did he ever apologize?" Susan asked shyly.
Harry and Hermione then summed up what Dumbledore had said, and then they answered a few questions before Harry finished, "He seemed sincere enough, but…"
"But you don't trust him," Neville said plainly.
"Would you?" Hermione asked.
"No… not really, I don't think so."
Knowing what it was like to be kept in the dark, and also knowing how she sometimes had to conveniently leave a few things unsaid when talking to her mum or brothers, Ginny quipped, "I'm guessing you didn't say that straight out to him?"
Harry just smiled back at her and shook his head, "Nope."
"Dumbledore made a lot of mistakes because he kept too many secrets from everyone," Hermione smirked. "We don't want to do that, but two can play that game. If he wants to be evasive and hold back information; which we're sure he is, then we can do the same to him."
Ginny snickered and wiggled her brows, "Ah, a battle of wits."
Fred clapped Ron on the back, "Don't worry, little brother, we'll explain everything to you."
Except for the one question about Dumbledore, Susan had been pretty quiet so far. After the long conversation about Dumbledore, Harry turned to her and asked, "Alright, Susan? You haven't said much."
Susan nodded enthusiastically, "Oh, I'm fine, Harry, thanks." Then after a quick look around, she figured, she should say more. "It's just… I know I'm not really your… part of your regular group." She was going to say friend, but thought that might have been kind of harsh.
"What?" Harry said, as he turned more fully towards her. "You don't think we only invited you, because of your aunt or something, do you?"
Suddenly, Susan felt like a deer caught in the headlights, as everyone waited for her answer. "Well… yeah, sort of." She took a breath, and then added quickly, "It's no big deal, Harry. You really don't know me all that well; it was actually a nice surprise."
"Susan," Hermione started, "Harry and Neville worked on that list together, and both of them wanted, not only you, but Hannah as well; it really is too bad she couldn't make it."
Susan's eyes shifted back and forth between Harry and Neville for a second, then with a shy smile she asked, "Really?"
"That's right," Neville said, "Harry and I wanted to invite all our friends, which includes you." Neville leaned forward and added, "You know, he even wanted to invite a little second-year he met last year. What was her name again, Harry?"
"Natalie."
"Right, Natalie, but McGonagall talked him out of it; said it might cause her problems at home. So…"
"So, the point is," Harry finished, "We invited you because you're our friend, not because of your aunt."
A little misty eyed, Susan said softly, "Okay… thanks guys."
George turned to his brother, "Wasn't that beautiful, brother? It brings tears to my eyes, it does."
Fred nodded while wiping at imaginary tears, "Oi, that it does, brother."
"Oh, knock it off you two, or I'll give you something to really cry about!"
Fred and George shifted away from their sister. "I think she means it, George."
Harry laughed at their antics, while Hermione just shook her head and smiled. It wasn't long before someone else had another question.
Luna, who had made herself comfortable, sitting between Neville's legs and leaning back against him, asked, "Is it true you've been learning magic at home?"
Harry laughed again, "Is there some sort of Harry Potter newsletter I don't know about?" He asked with smirk.
Luna turned pensive, "Not that I know about… but it would make it easier to stay up to date."
"Sorry, Harry," Neville interrupted, "I overheard my Gram talking to McGonagall. They asked me not to say anything, but I didn't think you'd mind me telling Luna. You're not mad are you…? I didn't say a word to anybody else."
Harry shook his head, "Naw… I would like to keep it to the people in this room though. Wouldn't want some Dark Lord coming around testing me or anything."
Everybody got a laugh out of that, and quickly agreed it was better not to let your enemies know what you're up to. Harry and Hermione then went on to tell everyone all about their special permit, which allowed them to practice magic at home. They explained their reasons for getting them, and what they were learning. After that, they filled in the rest of what had been happening in the Granger home since the start of summer.
~oOoOo~
Down in the kitchen, the conversation had turned serious as well. Amelia started right off, wanting to get a few things done before the kids came back down. "While we have a chance, I'd like to talk about a couple of things," she began. Turning to Emma, she said, "First, I'd really like to see you at the Longbottoms. There is a matter of some importance I'd… we'd like to discuss with you."
Emma sat up slightly worried, "Is there a problem, can't we talk now?"
Amelia apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to alarm you… and no, there's no problem. I really just don't think now is a good time talk. Also, I'm quite sure Madam Longbottom, and perhaps a few others will want to be in on this conversation." Then turning to Dan, she added, "Please don't feel slighted, Mr. Granger, but this really only applies to your wife. I'm sure she'll tell you all about it once you're back home."
Dan looked at his wife then nodded, "A women's thing I suppose?"
"Exactly," Amelia said relieved he understood. Returning to Emma, she continued, "It really is nothing to be concerned about now. I only brought it up, to try and made sure you'll be there, when the children come for a visit."
Emma was still a little concerned, and now more than just a tiny bit curious. However, she felt that Amelia probably had good reasons for waiting. "It's fine, Amelia, and don't worry, I'll be there."
"Excellent," Amelia said. Then after a quick glance around the table, she surprised everyone with her next topic. "Now, I'd like to talk about… Sirius Black." The reaction was immediate, and she couldn't help but smile. The Grangers looked nervous, Tonks suddenly found the table very interesting, and poor Remus started choking on a biscuit he'd just taken a bite of. "Are you alright, Mr. Lupin?"
After washing down what was left of the biscuit with some tea, Remus answered timidly, "Yes ma'am."
Amelia laughed outright this time, "Mr. Lupin… Remus, am I that intimidating… and do you really expect me to believe you own a dog?"
"No ma'am," at her raised brow, Remus corrected himself, "No, Amelia… on both counts."
Turning serious again, Amelia started what she wanted to say, "I knew Sirius back then; not well, but well enough. I remember being shocked after hearing what had happened that dreadful night. I found it almost impossible to believe he could have done such a thing." Amelia looked down for a moment as she remembered that night. "I was only an Auror at the time, and so wasn't entitled to know what had happened afterwards. I heard the rumors of course, and I assumed he got a fair trial; he was fighting for the light after all." Amelia sighed, "It wasn't until he escaped from Azkaban, that I; as the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement started looking into his history. I was more than a little surprised to learn he never got a trial."
Even though Emma had only known Sirius for a short time, she thought he was a good man. She liked him and found it unconceivable he would have been able to do the things he was accused of. Curious, she asked, "Do you think he's innocent?"
"Please understand, I have to be objective here, it's my job."
"But you're still entitled to an opinion, aren't you?" Dan asked.
Amelia smiled, "Yes… although, some seem to think otherwise." Leaning back in her chair, she took a moment to consider her next words. "I'm ashamed to admit I took this long to start investigating. Between the events at the World Cup, and the Triwizard Tournament… well, it's been a busy year, but I can't change that now. What I can do, is work a little harder, and dig a little deeper. The thing is, the more I learn, the angrier I get." Turning back to Dan, she asked, "You wanted my opinion? I'm convinced more than ever, they sent an innocent man to prison."
Remus sat up; that Amelia Bones thought Sirius was innocent gave him hope. It also explained her actions of late. Thinking about a day when his best friend might be a free man again, Remus asked, "Amelia, what can we do to help?"
"Tell him not to give up hope, and to continue to be careful," Amelia answered. "And, Remus, when the time is right, I'm going to have to speak with him… in person."
Remus nodded in understanding, knowing that meeting would be dangerous for both of them.
"Good," Amelia finished. "Now, until I have substantial evidence, I cannot have any contact with him, or any knowledge of his whereabouts, or I'll be forced to act. As it is, I'm pushing the limits of my authority." Looking around for a moment before going on, she then added, "So please keep that in mind when planning… events." Knowing exactly what she meant, everyone nodded, the two could not afford to have another accidental meeting.
Seeing Tonks squirming like a child badly in need of the loo, Amelia decided to ease her situation. "Auror Tonks, since you are related to Sirius Black, and you are on special assignment with someone who is also related to him; I am hereby releasing you from any legal responsibilities regarding him. I don't want you to have any conflicts in your duties. Your first and only concern as an Auror, will be the safety of the Grangers, and Mr. Potter. Are we clear on that Auror Tonks?"
Tonks was gobsmacked, her boss had just effectively told her, she wouldn't have to hide the fact, that she was not only aware of his location, but that she also saw him on a regular basis. Around Sirius, she could be just Tonks, not Auror Tonks; it was a huge load off her. She had always held Madam Bones in high regards, but her respect for the older witch just went up a couple of levels. With a bright smile, she answered loud and clear, "Yes ma'am, crystal."
Amelia nodded, "Good." She knew that the young Auror had been bending, even breaking the rules with regards to her older cousin, but under the current circumstances she really didn't blame her. She liked Tonks. She had initiative, and drive, something seldom seen in younger Aurors; that had to count for something.
Feeling better now that business had been handled, Amelia smiled and said, "Well, I think now I can relax and enjoy the party."
Emma laughed, "Indeed." Then she got up and started for the stove to check on dinner. "I'll be right back."
Molly got up as well and followed her over. Standing right next to her, Molly fidgeted for a second, then just started talking. "Mrs. Granger, I'm sorry for my… attitude earlier." Molly had to raise her hand to keep Emma from interrupting. "I'm not used to this…" she said, as she gestured around the kitchen, "and I think I felt a little out of place. I didn't know what to do, or what was expected; I reacted poorly." Smiling, she added, "Minerva was right, your cooking is excellent." Molly tentatively reached out her hand, "Please accept my apologizes."
Emma turned and grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze, surprising her. "Mrs. Weasley, the differences between our worlds can sometimes be so drastic that… well I completely understand. So, no apology is necessary, but I do appreciate the offer." Emma shook her head, "I only hope I can act as calmly as you when I visit the Longbottoms."
Molly quickly relaxed, grateful that Emma wasn't still mad. "Thank you, Mrs. Granger…"
"Molly, if I may? Please, if we are to be friends, call me Emma."
Molly smiled, "I'd like that… Emma." Then looking around, she asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"
Emma laughed, "Ordinarily, I'm sure I would have found something, but with Dobby here… well he keeps one or two steps ahead of me, so right now it looks like there's nothing for either of us."
Molly nodded, then raised a brow, "I've been meaning to ask, how is it you have a house-elf?"
"Oh, he's not ours," Emma said shaking her head, "He's a friend of Harry's. When he heard about the party, he wanted to help, and of course we couldn't say no." Emma looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the little guy. "To tell the truth, I was a little nervous around him at first, but he's such a joy to have around… I'm really going to miss him when he leaves."
Molly nodded again. She'd never had a house-elf before, but she knew how helpful they could be.
~oOoOo~
No matter how many candles she lit, nothing seemed to cut the darkness that had invaded her home. As she made her way to her son's room, Narcissa Malfoy tried to put recent events into perspective. Voldemort was sleeping in her bed, in the master bedroom. While she and her husband were forced to sleep in one of the guest rooms. And since he detested house-elves, she had to take on the role of servant. In the last few weeks, she had done everything from turning down his bed, to cooking and serving his meals.
In the beginning; years ago, she had agreed with Voldemort's ideologies, and although at times quite ruthless, his methods as well. She had been young and foolish. Now, years later, she still considered herself and her family superior to most others, but not just because of their blood. It was their wealth and standing in the community; their family history, and upbringing. That was what made the Malfoys better than most. They were real, and tangible reasons; easy to see, and hard to dispute. Yet here she was… doing the work of a house-elf.
Narcissa, had always considered her husband to be a fairly intelligent wizard. When she had first meet him, he already had a good deal of gold. His voice in the Wizengamot was taken seriously, and he was quickly moving up the political latter. He already had more power and money than most when he met the Dark Lord, but he had been seduced by the promise of even more; "More than you can possibly imagine," he had said, and so, he had taken the dark mark. After that, he started doing the Dark Lord's business; quietly behind closed doors. She watched him give Voldemort everything he asked for. Their money, their home, even the very bed they slept in. Lucius refused him nothing. She wondered if he now felt even half as foolish as she thought him to be.
As Narcissa knocked on Draco's door, her final thought, was that she wasn't going to allow her husband to give away their greatest treasure. She would do everything in her power to keep Draco from making the same mistakes as his father; she would try and keep Draco from taking the dark mark.
After being invited in, Narcissa closed the door behind her and cast a privacy charm around the room. At Draco's questioning look, she explained, "Some things are best kept between a mother and her son."
"You want me to keep a secret from father?" Draco asked surprised.
"The following conversation… yes," she answered seriously, "do I have your word?
Draco studied his mother. He had started to notice little changes early last year, and since he'd been home, those changes were impossible to miss. His mother was worried; about what he didn't know, but at times, she had looked almost terrified. Coming home and finding out the Dark Lord was living is his home had been a huge shock, and the implication, scared him to death. Draco could only assume, that the Dark Lord's return, and his presences here, were the main reasons for his mother's current state.
Draco had always respected his father, and had always tried act in ways he thought would please him. On the rare occasion his father actually did notice him, nothing of late seemed to be to his liking. Draco was finding his father's actions, harder and harder to understand. As for his mother, Draco's respect had always ran deeper. While he cared about his father, and worried about how he was changing, he never really felt that he loved him. Maybe because he never felt his father loved him in return. He knew his mother loved him just by the way she treated him, and by the things she would say. Draco also knew he loved his mother just as much. The short times they had been able to spend together, were some of his happiest memories. With those thoughts in mind, Draco answered without hesitation, "If it is your wish, mother, then you have my word."
Narcissa bowed her head slightly to indicate that it was, then said, "While I fear for your father, Draco, there is little I can do to help him. You on the other hand, are a different story. I also fear for you, Draco; I fear for your future, and perhaps even your very life."
If his mother had wanted his attention, she surely had it now. Unable to hide his alarm in his voice, Draco asked, "What? W-Why, what's happened?"
"The Dark Lord has been asking about you."
Draco swallowed hard, the last thing he wanted, was to have the attention of the Dark Lord.
"He's been asking your father about when you might be ready to serve him."
Draco nodded, he actually didn't know all that much about being a Death Eater, and he really wasn't ready to take that step yet, but it was certainly better than having the Dark Lord mad at him for something. "Oh, well I guess it could be worse." Then he remembered what his mother had said about his father. "Wait, why are you afraid for father?"
Narcissa sighed, "The Dark Lord makes promises of riches and power, but I have yet to see him actually give any."
"But, surely that's only because he is still fighting to gain control. Once all of the impure are dealt with…"
"And once he is in complete control; why would he just give any of that away, what would be his motivation? And more importantly, who could make him?" Narcissa shot back.
Draco was almost trembling at the thought of what his mother might be suggesting, but he had to be sure, "Mother, what are you trying to say; that I should oppose the Dark Lord, oppose father?'
Narcissa sat down next to her son, and took his hand in hers, "No Draco, I'm not. I don't think you'd live very long if openly tried to defy them."
"Then I don't understand…" Draco started.
Narcissa nodded, "Times are both difficult, and confusing, and I fear it will only get worse from here on." Seeing he was about to interrupt again, she held up a hand to stop him. "Draco, what I want you to do… is to keep your options open. Your father will soon start talking to you about taking the dark mark. I want you to stall. Delay as long as possible… because, as soon as you take it, your life will belong to the Dark Lord, and he will forever be your master."
"But what will happen to me if I don't, and he… he takes over?"
"And what will happen to you, if you do, and he fails… again?" Came her cold reply. "Make no mistake Draco, war is coming…again," Narcissa said dejectedly. "And no matter what your father says, there is no guarantee the Dark Lord will be victorious. As long as you are not marked, you'll have a chance either way it goes."
"Do you really think the blood traitors, and the Mudbloods stand a chance against us?"
Narcissa sighed, this was a good example of the deceptive rhetoric his father was teaching him. "Draco, we are pure bloods, and I'm very proud of that, but that along does not make us better." At his confused look she gave him an example, "We are smart and cunning. We have influence and money. However, not all pure bloods are like us. Some; too many actually, are lazy, they sit back do nothing to earn the respect they demand. Worse, they do nothing to better themselves, they don't see the need." Narcissa was privy to the school records, since her husband sat on the board, so she knew just who was getting what, grade wise. Looking her son directly in the eye, she asked, "Goyle and Crabbe are friends of yours at school, right?"
Draco nodded yes.
"Who do you honestly think would win in a contest, or a… fight between them and the Mudblood, you call Granger?"
Draco had to admit, Granger would wipe the floor with them, and wouldn't even break a sweat doing it. Draco nodded, "Well Granger of course, but that's an unusual situation, she's special."
Narcissa nodded back, "Perhaps, perhaps not." Seeing his exasperated look, she explained further, "I agree, she is special, but where there is one, there are probably more, maybe not quite as good as her, but… And how many Goyles and Crabbes are there… who knows." Narcissa pushed on, "Draco, all I'm saying, is sooner or later you'll be forced to take a side. All I ask, is that you do so based on facts, not promises or hearsay. Do not believe everything you are told, no matter who is doing the talking; think for yourself. Choose for yourself, with your own free will. Otherwise, someone will come along and take it away from you."
They sat in silence for a moment while Draco thought about all his mother had told him. She had never lied to him before, and he had no reason to suspect she was now, looking up, he asked, "What should I do mother?"
Narcissa smiled, happy that her son was willing to listen, "Keep your eyes and ears open, and stay in the shadows… for now at least. Watch, and learn, then you'll be able to make your decisions based on knowledge. Hopefully, it will see you live a long and prosperous life, carrying on the Malfoy name with pride." Narcissa stood and pulled Draco up with her. After a brief hug, she smiled and said, "It won't be easy son, but I have complete confidence in you. You have done well, and I couldn't be more proud of you; never forget that, and never forget how much I love you."
Draco squared his shoulders and blinked away the tears that threatened to fall, "I love you too, mother. I won't let you down."
Narcissa kissed his forehead, then turned and left, she had a meal to prepare.
Draco watched her walk out the door. This was the first time his mother had ever said anything so serious to him. Somewhere, deep inside, he knew she was right… about everything. Though he'd only seen a glimpse of the Dark Lord, and his doings, he'd seen enough. Draco had seen his own father leaving the Dark Lords chamber, barely able to walk, and unable to look his own son in the eye. He could only imagine what horrors his father had seen or been though. Now, it would seem that, sooner than he would have thought, he was about to be pulled into his father's world. He honestly hadn't thought much about the growing conflict… or the coming war as his mother has put it. Perhaps he had been too self-absorbed to notice. However, he thought, as of tonight, that would have to change; he'd have to change. His mother's advice made sense, and he knew she only wanted the best for him. He would do as she asked.
~oOoOo~
As Snape walked pass Malfoy's private office, he noticed the privacy wards were up. 'Probably in a meeting with Lucius,' he thought. A moment later as he rounded a corner, Snape ran into him and his shock was clear to see.
Lucius raised a brow, "Surprised to see me, Severus… I do live here you know."
Snape schooled his expression quickly, "Yes…" he sneered, not appreciating the humor. After a quick glance back towards the office, he asked, "Do you know who is with our Lord?"
Lucius shook his head no, "They came in through the private passage."
"I see," Snape said, with a single nod, then continued on his way without saying anything more.
~oOoOo~
As the doors closed behind her, Voldemort spoke, "Ah, my newest recruit. Tell me, how are things at the Ministry?"
It was the first time she had been alone in the Dark Lords presence. She was both excited, and terrified at the same time. She bowed low from the waist before she answered; she had learned not too long ago, that failing to show the proper respect was rather painful. "My Lord, Minister Fudge continues to give ground to Dumbledore, and Madam Bones has received additional funding for the Auror program, no doubt some of Dumbledore's doing as well."
Voldemort sat back in his chair and eyed the witch standing in front of him critically. She had neither the intelligence, nor the cunning he had hoped for considering her position within the Ministry. 'That would have made her much more useful,' he thought. Since she also lacked any real courage, he reasoned it was only a matter of time before something happened, and she tried to run away. He smiled to himself thinking, he'd deal with her personally when it happened. For now, though, she served a purpose. In a cold calculating voice, Voldemort stated, "Please tell me, that you bring me some good news as well."
The nervous witch took a tiny step forward and tried to smile, "Yes, of course, my Lord. As you have asked, all the final preparations will be in place for late Monday night, just before the start of Hogwarts next term. The Department of Mysteries will be open to us from midnight until four in the morning."
Warming just slightly at the news, Voldemort then asked, "This is very important to me. I hope for your sake all goes well. I don't need to remind you what will happen if it does not… do I?"
"No my Lord," she answered quickly.
"Good!" Voldemort said with a sadistic smile. "Leave me now, and don't contact me again unless it is important… we don't want you to attract undue attention. For now, your loyalty to me, must remain a secret. I will meet you at midnight, where we discussed."
"Yes, my Lord," she said, and then quickly left the room. As she was making her way from Malfoy Manor back to the Ministry, she had a disturbing moment of doubt. She enjoyed the power her position at the ministry afforded her, but she also knew she had reached her limit. She would never raise any further. Additionally, she knew that her position was tied to others. With a war approaching, those ties could become liabilities. If things went badly for the Ministry, she knew she'd lose her position of power and influence. But her main reason for joining Voldemort, was the subtle, but constant loss of power and influence of the pure bloods to the lower class. It wouldn't be long, she thought, before a filthy Mudblood rose to power, and that was something she couldn't tolerate. However, the price for failure at the Ministry was insignificant, compared to failing the Dark Lord. It was that last thought that had given her pause.
~oOoOo~
Harry and Neville sat at the head of the table, with Hermione and Luna sitting in the first seat next to them on either side. The rest of their friends and family sat mixed together around the rest of the table. Dinner had been delicious, and a bit unusual. It consisted of a traditional style Beef Wellington, and a Cobbler for afters. What made it odd, was the addition of a couple of homemade pizzas, mainly for the kids. However, it didn't stop some of the braver adults from the magical side from trying a slice. The meal was a huge success, with the pizza easily being the kids favorite. Mr. Weasley liked it so much, he made Emma promise to give his wife the recipe.
The chatter died down as Dobby carefully levitated in the cake, and gently sat it down in front of the two boys it was meant to honor. The cake was shaped like the Hogwarts castle, and decorated to match. It was so exquisitely detailed, that the people at the far end of the table got up to get a better look. On opposite sides, in tiny courtyards, burned fifteen candles, each shaped like tiny little torches, begging to be blown out. Dobby had really out done himself; the cake was a stunning work of art; so beautiful, no one wanted to cut it up.
Emma had her camera out and ready, "Well come on you two, make a wish and blow out the candles before the house burns down."
Neville turned to Harry, "On Three then?"
Harry nodded, and together they counted, "One, two, three…" and together they blew out all thirty miniature torches to the cheering of their friends.
After everyone had enjoyed a piece of cake, presents were handed out. Harry and Neville graciously thanked everyone for their thoughtfulness. As he had expected, Harry favorite was from Hermione.
"It's brilliant, Hermione," Harry said with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.
"You really think so?" Hermione asked hesitantly.
"Of course," Harry said as he got up and gave her a peck on the cheek.
Hermione relaxed and smiled, glad that he was happy with his gift. She had gotten the idea for his present, after hearing what Sirius was giving him; his personal journal on becoming an animagus, with additional notes from Remus. But Harry's journal was far more than just a fancy notebook. It had several spells on it to protect itself, and Harry's privacy. The pages were spelled for easy copying, much like the copy parchment he had gotten her for Christmas. And finally, photographs could be imbedded right into the page, as if they were printed that way.
Later, when they were alone, Hermione showed him the notes that McGonagall had given her on animagus training, while she looked over the journal from Remus and Sirius. Harry quickly agreed, they should copy them into the journal as soon as they had time.
Harry laughed, "Looks like they think we should give it a try."
Hermione laughed too, "Sure… with all our free time; shouldn't be a problem," she said jokingly.
~oOoOo~
As the night wound down and the kids were getting ready for bed, all the adults, except for Tonks and Remus said their good-byes. Molly had insisted that the twins return home with her, and to everyone's surprise, Ron decided to leave also. That left Harry and Hermione, Neville and Luna, Seamus, Ginny, and Susan to spend the night.
The furniture in the living room was pushed aside, and the kids jockeyed for a spot to roll out their new slumber bags. It had been just one of the things Dan had bought earlier when he was out. Tonks took up a strategic position by the kitchen door. She claimed it was so she could keep an eye on all of them to make sure there was no shenanigans. Harry laughed, and said it more likely so she could slip out later and see Remus.
Tonks put her hands on her hips and said quite frankly, "I'll have you know, Remus will be outside on patrol, keeping a sharp eye out for trouble."
Without missing a beat, Hermione added, "Oh, so he considers you trouble now!"
As Tonks thought of a come-back, her hair started changing color, a sure give away she was getting flustered. Finally, she settled for, "Oi, my love life is none of your business."
Harry and Hermione turned to each other holding back a laugh. It was Hermione who turned back and said with as much drama as she could muster, "Oooh… I didn't realize we were talking about your love life."
Tonks raised her hand and pointed at the two smirking teens. She was about to start asking about their love life, when she heard Emma chuckle behind her.
"Tonks dear, I'm afraid they're on to you."
"Yeah, but…"
Emma gestured to the seven teens staring back at them with mirth in their eyes. "Besides, you're outnumbered."
Tonks glanced back and forth between Emma and the kids for a second, before throwing her hands up, and plopping down on the couch muttering, "Bugger."
Emma knew she was more frustrated with Remus, than with the kids. "Talk to him dear."
Tonks just sighed and nodded okay.
A little while later with the teasing forgotten about, they managed to talk Tonks into playing a Muggle game called Twister with them. It looked like fun, and since it was a Muggle game, Tonks was willing to give it a try. She started off having fun, but soon found herself in a very unladylike position. She was beginning to see why the boys in particular, liked this game so much. Trying to decide if she should just fall on her bum and forfeit the game or continue on, she glanced up at Hermione, hoping for some inspiration. What she noticed instead, was Harry and Hermione both slowly reaching for their pillows. "Hermione?"
"Yes Tonks," Hermione answered innocently.
Her alarm bells were going off. Tonks eyed her critically, "Are you planning on hitting me with your pillow?"
Hermione smiled sweetly, "No… But I think he is."
Tonks only just managed to turn in time to see Sirius's manic grin, just before he wacked her with a giant pillow. A moment later, and it was an all-out war. A free-for-all, and since she had been playing twister, Tonks was caught smack in the middle of it.
Emma not wanting to waste a second, quickly set her tea down, and grabbed the nearest pillow and joined the battle. In short order, the ruckus had caught the attention of Remus, who decided to step inside to see what was going on. Seeing Dan standing in the doorway to the living room laughing, he walked over and joined him. Looking into the room, he couldn't help but laugh too. Sirius had made good on his pillow fight threat, and it was a sight to behold.
Finally, the last pillow lost the last of its stuffing, and with no weapons left, a truce was called. The kids had collapsed to the floor in fits of laughter, while Emma and Tonks tried unsuccessfully to control their giggles. The room was a wreck, with feathers everywhere, some still floating in the air. Dan thought it reminded him of a snow globe.
Remus shook his head and chuckled, "Well, I'll just grab a cup of coffee and head back outside… where apparently, it's safer."
Dan clapped him on the back, "I'll join you, don't want to get drafted into cleaning that mess up."
By the time Dan and Remus sat down outside, Dobby had already collected all the feather, and was busy re-stuffing the pillows. Emma and Tonks retired to the kitchen for some tea and left the children to settle down.
~oOoOo~
The following day, the Grangers took everyone into town, to explore it from a Muggle's point of view. There first stop, was at a large department store, so everyone could get something Muggle to wear. Once Ginny, Luna, and Susan saw the seemingly never-ending variety of clothes, the boys didn't think they'd get out before dark. But with a promise from Emma to come back someday soon, the group was able to quickly move on. Next, they stopped in an electronics store and played with some of the latest gizmos. For some reason, Luna seemed fascinated with a simple red laser pointer; Neville made a mental note about it. From there, it was a short walk to a park that had a small carnival set up. The kids enjoyed themselves on the rides for a bit, while the adults sat back and watched. By the time Emma had managed to pull Tonks and the kids off the rides, it was getting late. They decided to have an early dinner at a little restaurant near a private airport. They all watched as little airplanes took-off and landed while they ate, but it was Neville who couldn't take his eyes off of them. Although he didn't care for flying a broom like Harry, this looked interesting. Seamus promised to try and find out more for him from his dad.
For Harry, Hermione, and Seamus, it was a fun filled day. Being able to show their pure blood friends, a few of the wonders of the Muggle world. For Neville, Luna, Susan, and to a lesser degree, Tonks, it had been a day full of surprises. Never in their wildest dreams, did they imagine the Muggle world to be so exciting. It truly was an eye-opening experience.
Dan and Emma stood and watched with knowing smiles, as Harry and Hermione's friends packed their things and got ready to leave. They were all still very excited and talk animatedly about all they had seen. Dan was sure there would be more days like this in the future.
Finally, packed and ready to go, Ginny couldn't hold back any longer. She got up and ran to Emma, wrapping her arms around her. "Thank you again for the clothes, Mrs. Granger, but thanks especially for today." Ginny stepped back, "My dad had told us all about the Muggle world… but I can see now, he really doesn't understand it. I think I learned more today than he has his whole life. I guess, you just have to get out there and be part of it, to really understand it."
"I'm just glad you all had a good time," Emma said with a bright smile, "And if you happened to learn a little more about our world, then that's good as well."
After a few more hugs, and promises to write, the last of the visitors were gone.
~oOoOo~
With the house being quiet again, by the following day Harry and Hermione were back to their regular routine. They had been studying, and working out hard, and didn't plan to let up. Recently, to improve the quality of their combat training, Tonks and Remus had been side-along Apparating them to different locations to train; like old buildings, or out in the forest. Both were impressed with how fast the teens seemed to learn. In the beginning only a few weeks back, either one of them could easily take on both Harry and Hermione together. Now, they had to work together, or the fight was over almost before it begun. Even together, they were starting to have a hard time handling them. Harry and Hermione just worked so well together, they were just that good of a team. Tonks said she'd try and get Moody to surprise them, both she and Remus were looking forward to that encounter.
"Same time tomorrow," Remus yelled at the two students as they headed up the stairs for a badly needed shower. Harry gave him a wave, just before he disappeared down the hall.
Remus and Tonks went out back and sat down together on a swinging bench under a tree to cool down. Remus glanced towards the house for a second, then back to Tonks, "Can you believe those two?"
Tonks rubbed the side of her head. She had been taking karate with them and had asked them to try and incorporate some of it in their training. "I didn't think she could kick that high," Tonks laughed.
Remus chuckled, "Did it hurt?"
"Well yeah. Told them not to go easy didn't I."
"Think they can take Moody?"
"If he doesn't take them seriously, they will." Tonks snickered, "I like to see the look on his face if they do."
They sat quietly for a while until Tonks decided to bring up something else. "Remus, can we… talk?"
Remus looked at her, he had a feeling where this was going, "Sure."
Cutting straight to the chase, Tonks asked, "I know you like me, and you must know I like you… are you ever going to ask me out?"
Remus closed his eyes and took a long breath, "You're right, I do like you… a lot. But I can't. It's… it's just not a good idea to get involved with someone like me."
Of course, she knew what he was really referring to, they had skirted around this conversation a couple of times now. Tonks was getting tired of it, tired of his stubbornness. "Remus, look at me. I know what you are, but more importantly, I know who you are. I don't care about your little problem."
"No, you don't, you don't know me completely. You don't know the worse part of me," Remus shot back. "You've never seen me when I'm like…"
"Then show me," Tonks countered.
Remus turned and looked at her in disbelief, "You can't be serious?"
"No, I'm his cousin," Tonks said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm a big girl, Remus. I can take care of myself."
Remus smiled, he couldn't believe she used that old joke. But his smile didn't last, "Tonks, I… I don't want you to see me like that."
Tonks got up and knelt down in front of him and took both his hands in hers. "What you become once a month for a day, is by far outweighed by who you are the rest of the time. Remus, do you know how hard it is to find a good and decent man in this world… a man like you?" Tonks didn't give him a chance to answer, "Damn hard, I know because I've been looking for a long time." She squeezed his hands, "Give me a chance, Remus, give us a chance. Show me if you think it might change my mind, but let me decide if I can handle it or not."
Remus stared at the witch in front of him. Oh, how he wanted someone to be with, and maybe someday, even start a family with. But with his condition, he could only dream. Yet here was a woman, willing to try… did he dare? She was begging him with eyes to say yes, and he was finding it impossible to say no to anything she asked. His resolve finally gave in, and he nodded, "Okay, if you are still crazy enough to want me after the next full moon, we'll give it a try.
Tonks stretched up, and kissed his check, "Thank you, that's all I ask."
~oOoOo~
Even though she could have slept in as long as she wanted today, Ginny woke up early; today was her birthday. Dressing quickly, she then made her way down stairs knowing her mother would have made her a special breakfast. Sure enough, as she entered the kitchen, her mother was busy at the stove, "Morning, mum," she said brightly.
Molly turned around and smiled, "Good morning dear, and happy birthday,"
"Thanks," said Ginny as she poured herself some juice. While her mother prepared her favorites, she looked at the presents scattered around the table. There were several from her family; mum and dad, Charlie and Bill, and one from her aunt. Luna had made her a nice card to go with a small gift from her and Neville. And lastly, one from Harry and Hermione, which she decided to open first. "Mum, can I open this one now?"
Molly thought for a second, then gave in, "Just that one, you'll have to wait for the rest of the family to come down before you open anymore."
"Thanks, mum," Ginny said as she tore the wrappings off. It was a wand holster, not unlike Harry's, though not quite as fancy. It didn't have all the charms that his did, but it was still a very thoughtful gift, and certainly not one the Weasleys could have afforded. With a grin, she strapped it on, and slid her wand into it, anxious to see the looks on her brothers faces when they came down. She had only been fourteen for a couple of hours, but the year was looking good so far.
~oOoOo~
The last week before school was a busy one for Harry and Hermione. Besides their normal routine, they had to shop for school supplies, and test with Master Kim for their green belt. Although they had both been practicing really hard, they weren't quite ready, and so didn't get the belt. They were both a little disappointed, but Master Kim reminded them, that they were still far ahead of where most student would be at this point. He encouraged them to continue practicing, and to come back over the Christmas Holidays and try again.
The best part of their last week though, was their visit with the Longbottoms.
After being Apparated side-along, the group took a moment to catch their breath, and marvel at the beautiful country side before approaching the main gate. A short walk took them through the wards and up to the gate. As they neared, the heavy iron gate opened by itself. Reaching the massive front door, it was easy to tell, this was an old, but well-maintained home. Dan didn't really think the term 'home' quite fit, it was more like a small castle, or large manor, either way, it was a magnificent home.
Neville met them at the door and invited them in. He was so excited, he almost forgot his manners. Remembering at the last second, he bowed, and said, "Dr. and Mrs. Granger it is an honor and a privilege to have you in our home, please come in and make yourselves comfortable."
Emma didn't care about formalities, "Oh enough of that," she said as she reached out and pulled the startled boy into a hug. "It's good to see you again Neville, thank you for having us."
When Emma released him, he stepped back a little looking confused, he wasn't sure what kind of protocol he should follow after that.
Hermione came up next and gave him another quick hug, then set him at ease, "Relax, Neville, it's just us."
That seemed to snap him out of it, and he finally smiled again, "Right, good to see all of you as well. Come on, I'll show you to the drawing room, Gram is waiting for us there."
Their first surprise came when they entered the drawing room; besides Madam Longbottom, there were several other witches present. McGonagall, Bones, Pomfrey, Irma Pince, and two others that neither Harry nor Hermione recognized. Neville quickly announced them, "Gram, the Grangers, and Mr. Potter."
Madam Longbottom got up and walked over and took Emma's hands and gave then a gentle squeeze, then turned to Dan and gave him a slight bow. "Welcome to our home, we are delighted you could make it. Please come in and have a seat, and I'll introduce you to the others." She then looked at her grandson, "Neville dear, why don't you take Mr. Potter, and Miss Granger on a tour of the grounds. I'll call you back for dinner, in a little while."
Neville, like the others, knew they were being dismissed, "Yes ma'am," was all he said before turning and motioning for Harry and Hermione to follow.
As they walked away, Harry turned to Hermione and mouthed, "Mr. and Miss?"
Neville gave them a quick tour, and then lead them up to his room. There second surprise came as soon as they entered his room. With a squeal of delight, Luna jumped up and ran over to give them both a big hug.
As soon as everyone was seated again, Hermione stated, "No offense Neville, but with your Gram being so proper and all, I'm a little surprised she allows Luna in your room."
Neville smiled, "Oh she really isn't all that proper, mostly just around certain people, or people she doesn't really know." Pointing to his girlfriend, he added, "And she really likes Luna."
"Plus, I made a promise not to take advantage of him while I was here."
Hermione smiled, "Only while you're here?"
Luna just shrugged with a small knowing smile, while Neville tried to change the subject, "So, how did your karate test go?"
They spent the next couple of hours talking about karate, school, and some of the new spells they were learning. At one-point Harry demonstrated a new shield spell while Hermione fired hexes at him.
"I can't believe how much you're learning," Luna said, "both of you."
"Yeah," Neville quickly agreed. "Oi, I wish… hey, do you think you could teach us some of that, I mean, you know, if you have some free time later, at school?"
Harry rubbed the back of his head, "Well sure, glad too, but I'm not sure what kind of teacher I'd be. Hermione would be a better…"
"I wouldn't worry, Harry, you'll do great. Both of you will," Luna said with certainty.
~oOoOo~
Downstairs, being the only male, Dan was starting to feel more than just a little out of place. Fortunately, Madam Longbottom gave him an out. "Mr. Granger, I'm sure all this woman talk will bore you to no ends, why don't you relax out back on the veranda with Mr. Lupin and Miss Tonks? We'll take good care of Emma."
After a nod from his wife, Dan wasted no time making a hasty retreat for the rear of the house.
Emma smiled, "Poor man, he looked like a school boy at his first dance."
Minerva chuckled, "He did look rather uncomfortable."
Emma glanced over her shoulder, then turned back to the witches in front of her, "Well, now that it's just us ladies, would one of you like to tell me why I'm really here?"
Minerva smiled, when Amelia said, "Told you," to the rest of the group.
Minerva got right to business, "The reason we wanted you here today Emma, was to offer you a place in our little group."
Emma nodded, "Okay, I am guessing this, group, does more than just sit around and swap recipes."
"Quite right," Minerva said, "when unusual situations occur, or things just start to get out of hand, we work quietly in the background to try and bring things back under control. For the most part, the Ministry of Magic in run by Wizards. The Order of the Phoenix is run by Dumbledore. What you see here, is a group of witches who have connections or associations with people of influence in both those organizations. We call ourselves simply, 'The Group,' and we take it upon ourselves to help those organizations see the forest, despite the trees."
"How exactly, do you go about doing that?" Emma asked.
Minerva gestured around, "We keep our eyes and ears open, and watch for signs of trouble."
Amelia jumped in, "You see, sometime, one side or the other get a little… carried away. Sometimes they end up working against each other for one reason or another, even though they are both trying to do the right thing." Amelia took a sip of tea before continuing, "The Ministry, and The Order, are the two biggest groups working for the light. We act kind of like watchdogs to both groups."
"So, you keep the boys in line." Emma offered.
"Sort of," Augusta started, "When something important comes up, and it looks like they are going to miss-handle it, or maybe act too fast; we meet and decide if we sure get involved. We take our time and check all the facts, then meet again and decide what to do. Sometimes, we do nothing, other times we meet with them and show them our findings. And on rare occasions when someone is being particularly stubborn, we subtly manipulate events to bring the truth out."
"Okay," Emma said, "but how can you be sure your truth is any truer than theirs?"
Minerva shook her head, "We can't really, but we can make sure everyone gets a good look at it. In the end, it's still their decision."
Emma sat quietly for a moment, then said, "Right, I can see how that would work, but what does this have to do with me; I'm not a witch, who'd listen to me?"
"We would," Augusta said sternly. "Occasionally, we need information from, or about the Muggle world; sadly, a world we know little about. There are large gaps in our knowledge, and what we do know is sometimes badly out of date. Of course, we've known this for a while, but finding the right person has been challenging. That why we took an early interest in you. You are intelligent, and more importantly, you are comfortable with our world."
Amelia laughed, "When Susan came home from your one-day trip into your world, she couldn't stop talking about it. She went on for hours, and frankly, I didn't know what she was talking about half the time. After talking with the other parents; who had similar stories to tell, I realized we needed you, or someone like you far more than I had imaged."
"And it's obvious you care about our world, perhaps as much as you care about your own," Augusta added. "And the way you took Mr. Potter into your home and cared for him; especially considering the circumstances surrounding him, speak volumes about your character."
Emma smiled, "Harry is an outstanding young man, he deserves a far better home than the one the Dursleys gave him."
"And you provided it, which is yet another reason we feel you make an excellent addition to the group," Minerva said kindly.
Emma shook her head slightly, "I'm flattered, but do you really think I can be much help?"
"Most Muggles tend to shy away from magic, and understandably so. You and your husband though, not only show a genuine curiosity about it, but a desire to learn about it as well. You don't just accept magic, you embrace it. And I think I can speak for the group here, when I say, Yes, I think you could be a tremendous help."
"What exactly would you want me to do?"
"On occasion, we would ask for your help, or opinion on things that are Muggle in nature. Some of the things surrounding the investigation into the Dursleys are a good example.
Emma nodded, "Okay, but I will not keep secrets from my husband."
"And we wouldn't want you too; we don't operate in the shadows, like some people. In fact, if you think he might be able to add some insight into a problem, then we would love to hear from him." Minerva sat back in her chair and paused a moment, then asked, "So, what do say, Emma?"
"Well, what can I say? A chance to be more involved in my daughter's world. A chance to make a difference, make it better… I'd be honored to be part of the group. However, before I commit, I'd like to talk it over with my husband."
Amelia clapped her hands, "Excellent! Take your time, talk it over. You can send word later."
~oOoOo~
With the meeting adjourned, Emma rejoined her husband. As they took a short walk around the grounds, she told him all about the group, and her invitation to join. Dan thought it was a good idea and was happy he'd be welcomed to contribute.
Arriving back on the veranda, Emma asked what Remus and Tonks knew, or thought about the group, explaining she had been asked to join.
"They're a powerful bunch of witches," Remus said, "always standing up for the underdog." Smiling, he added, "I know I'd be a lot worse off if not for their help."
"I thought about asking if I could join," Tonks said, "But decided against it. I can do more working on the outside, like with the Order."
"You can just ask to join?" Emma wanted to know.
"Yeah you can, but unless they already have their eye on you, it probably wouldn't do much good. They set the bar pretty high."
"I'd say you'd pass that easily enough," Emma said with a smile.
Tonks smiled back, "Thanks, but really, I'm more of a fighter. I'm better at kicking butt, than sitting around talking and planning."
"They don't fight, physically I mean?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, they can all fight, and will if necessary." Tonks nodded slightly, "Yeah, they can be a scary bunch if you get them riled. But normally, they try and keep things from getting that bad."
"Oh…"
"So, you going to join," Tonks asked with a huge smile.
Emma looked at her husband; who just nodded, "Yes, I think I will."
~oOoOo~
Conversation around the dinner table was light, and friendly. With the recent experiences the children had in down town London, the most popular topics were the differences between the Muggle, and the magical worlds. There was talk about the advantages each had to offer; like in communications, transportation, and medicine. Of course, other more simpler comparisons were made as well. Clothing styles, and even the pen verses the quill. And since several of the witches present were associated with Hogwarts, education was a popular topic as well.
Amelia had intentionally sat down next to Harry, so she could eventually have a quiet word with him. As dinner wound down, she turned to him and spoke softly, "Mr. Potter, I want you to know, that things are moving forward with regards to the investigation of your godfather. I'm hoping to have his name cleared by Christmas."
Harry's face lite up, it was perhaps the best news he'd heard all night. "Thank you, Madam Bones, that's great to hear, I can't tell you how much that means to me." After a quick glance across the table at Remus and Tonks, he added, "And to a lot of others as well."
Happy she could put such a large smile on his face, she finished, "You're welcome, Mr. Potter. I'll try and keep you up to date."
"Thanks," he said, then turned to the girl sitting next to him, "Did you hear that, Hermione?"
Hermione nodded once, then wrapped him in a hug, "Oh, Harry, that's wonderful news."
A little further down the table, another interesting conversation was taking place. A middle-aged witch with short brown hair, who had been introduced as, Agatha Cauldwell, was talking to Dan and Emma. "I used to teach politics, and old school customs, and protocols. It was mostly for those who expressed an interest in working for the Ministry, or who came from families who didn't teach it at home."
"I'm surprised they still don't offer it at Hogwarts," Dan said.
"It kind of fell out of favor years back, but I hear there's been some talk of bring it back. It would be of considerable help to the Muggle-borns. Well… we'll see."
Emma sat up as a thought occurred to her, "Would you be willing to teach a couple of old Muggles?" Emma gestured to herself and her husband.
Agatha looked thoughtful for a moment, then said simply, "I don't see why not." Then after another short pause, added, "Would you be willing to return the favor, and teach me about Muggle politics?"
"That's a wonderful idea, of course I would. We could teach each other at the same time and compare notes as we went."
Agatha nodded, "That would be a great way to approach it."
They went on to discuss some of the finer details, like when to start and so on. Finally, Agatha had to ask a question about something she had heard about earlier. "I've heard, you have a house-elf, is that true?"
Emma and Dan both laughed, they were getting that question a lot. It was Emma who explained, "Everyone seems surprised by that, but the truth is, he's not ours, or anybody's really. He a good friend of Harry Potter's.
"But doesn't he live with you?"
"Well, sort of, at least for now." Emma smiled as she remembered her talk with Dobby not so long ago. "You see, he came to help with Harry and Neville's party, and at some point, my daughter asked him to stay. Well she meant for the whole party, but Dobby; that's his name, understood it to mean… well, a lot longer. So after the party, he never left. I think he enjoys staying with us, as much as we enjoy having him."
Agatha laughed, "House-elves can be quite literal at times. That said, you are lucky to have him around, he could be of great help to you in more ways than one."
"I suppose, at some point, I'm going to have to sit down with him and have another long talk."
~oOoOo~
The tension in the room was running so high, that Snape thought, that any moment now someone would say the wrong thing and curses would start flying. It was to be his last meeting with the Dark Lord before school started in three days. For some reason, Voldemort had insisted on his presence, and one never refused his requests. Voldemort had left a couple of hours ago on a solo mission to the Ministry. What was so important, and private, that he'd risk going alone, no one knew, except maybe Snape, who thought he had a fair idea of what it might be.
Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Voldemort returned and smiled at his followers; much to their relief. "Ah, I see you all waited up to hear my good news, well I shall not disappoint you. You see, many years ago, a prophecy was made concerning me and the boy-who-lived." Voldemort glance at Snape with what passed as a smirk. "Unfortunately, I was only able to hear a portion of it, before. However, that shortcoming has now been rectified, and with the knowledge of the full prophecy I can make the proper plans."
Voldemort never did say just what those plans were, or even what the prophecy actually said. Leaving Snape to wonder why he had been called. Did the Dark Lord suspect him of spying for Dumbledore, was this a test of sorts? He didn't know. But one thing was certain, next year things at Hogwarts were going to get dangerous.
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AN: A couple of years ago I had an ill family member, and I had to step away from Fanfiction for awhile. Until recently, I didn't have enough free time to try and write, yet alone read. Sadly, because of that, I only just found out about the passing of a very talented fan fiction author, Broomstick Flyer. Most of you may already know this, but for those who don't, I wanted to make sure you were aware. She was an incredible writer, and one who greatly influenced my own writing. If you are not familiar with her stories, I urge you to visit her author's page and read some of her work. Then I think you'll agree with me, when I say, she will be missed.
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