Chapter 37
Brunch With The Bones
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There were a few great ideas from reviewers last chapter, including one that I hadn't thought of, but should have. A portion of one of the first parts of this chapter is inspired by one of those ideas.
Saturday, July 5th, 1994
On Saturday morning, three hours before Amelia and Susan Bones would visit Potter Manor, Harry stepped out of the Master Bath, wrapped in a towel after a nice shower, and nearly jumped out of his towel when he found Hermione sitting on his bed, in her pyjamas.
"I am much too young to have a heart attack, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed, "Couldn't you have warned me you were waiting?"
"I actually did," Hermione said, "But you must have had your head under the water."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I assume you wish to use the shower."
"It is much better than the shower in the normal bathroom," Hermione said. "The normal one doesn't have the options of water speed and power like this one does."
"I'm sure if you ask Melina, she could modify it so it does work that way," Harry said.
"But then I wouldn't have an excuse to use your shower," Hermione said, "At least for a few more years."
"Yes, well, I need to get dressed," Harry said.
"I need to talk to you about something," Hermione said, "Can I conjure a bed curtain for you, and you can dress while I talk?"
"Or I could ask one of the house-elves to do it," Harry said.
"These are only temporary," Hermione said, "I'm sure you don't want permanent ones."
Harry shrugged. "Good point. Alright."
Hermione waved her wand toward his bed and muttered something under her breath. Curtains resembling those around his four-poster bed in his old dormitory at Hogwarts appeared. Harry made his way onto the bed, thankful for the foresight to have picked out clothes before his shower. He had chosen semi-formal robes since Amelia and Susan was visiting.
"So I was thinking of something regarding Susan's visit," Hermione said, outside the curtains, as Harry started to dress, "I realized you have not been able to spend any alone time with her since you found out she's one of your Betrothed. She was either with her Aunt, or with us and our friends, and your other Betrothed. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to spend some alone time with her."
"Um... maybe," Harry said, "Though I'm not sure what we'd do..."
"Oh, I'm sure I could think of a few things," Hermione said.
"Hermione!" Harry said, aghast, "What makes you think –?"
"Harry James Potter!" Hermione cut in, with a laugh, "Mind. Gutter. Out. I was not talking about anything like that. Though if you wanted to snog her, I wouldn't care as she is one of your future wives. I meant – well – the front of the Grounds have those beautiful gardens and walking areas, and that small hedge maze. You could walk with her around those areas and just talk and get to know each other. If you do so after we reveal our secret, then I'm sure there will be some things she would want to talk about."
"And what would you do if you were alone?" Harry asked. "One of the reasons we're entertaining her, is so that Remus and Sirius can discuss the investigation on Dumbledore with Amelia."
"Well," Hermione said, "I have not had a chance to explore the library. I might do that."
Harry snorted. "That would give Susan and I a fair amount of alone time, knowing you. Well, alright. I can agree to that. But hang around Susan and I for a little while at least. I'm sure she'll have questions we'll both need to answer."
"Well, of course I will," Hermione said, "I want to get to know her too, after all. I've only known her some through Dumbledore's Army, and also when we sometimes partner up in Ancient Runes and Arithmancy, when she isn't partnered with Hannah."
"Speaking of those two classes," Harry said, "When will we study up to prepare for my exams?"
"I figured we could wait until August after we come back from your birthday holiday in France," Hermione said, "The Assassination Missions will be done, likely, and we'll need something to do aside from your Great Alliance social dinner, and the Quidditch World Cup at the end of August. I'll figure out a schedule so you're prepared for the exams come September."
"Then I can always do some studying for the two classes on the train, and that first night," Harry said.
"Right," Hermione said, "Well, I'm going to take a shower. You don't have to wait up for me. I'll be downstairs in a little while."
"Alright," Harry said.
Hermione's footsteps receded as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Harry finished dressing, then stood from the bed and banished the curtains. He checked his reflection in the nearby mirror, smiled and pleased with his appearance, then left the bedroom. A couple minutes later, he arrived in the event room, and found Remus, Sirius and Tonks sitting at the small dining table. A plate of cinnamon buns were in the center of the table.
"Wotcher, Harry!" Tonks said, "Where's your better half? Or would that be one-fifth?"
"Borrowed my bathroom to take a shower," Harry said.
"Ah," Tonks said, "Melina made a plate of cinnamon buns for breakfast. Simple meal, since you'll be having brunch in a couple of hours with the Bones."
Harry nodded and grabbed a bun. Across the table, Sirius was reading the new edition of the Daily Prophet, and Remus had a glove on his hand and appeared to be carving something into it with a knife.
"Er... is that safe, Remus?" Harry asked.
"This is a dragonhide glove, Harry," Remus said, "Useful for what I am doing since a knife won't cut all the way through and pierce my skin."
"And what exactly are you doing?" Harry asked.
"Well," Remus said, "I thought of a better idea for you and Hermione to summon your knives with. Instead of drawing a rune on your hand every single time you use a knife, I thought you could use gloves. The rune will permanently remain on the glove. A dragonhide glove is best for this type of work, because you can carve into it, and as I said, it won't go all the way through to the skin."
"And we won't cut ourselves if we accidentally catch the blade," Harry said, nodding, "Good idea."
"Gloves are better than Sirius' suggestion," Remus said, rolling his eyes toward his best friend, "He suggested you and Hermione tattoo the runes into your palms."
"Eh... no thanks," Harry said.
"It was just an idea!" Sirius said.
Harry snorted. "Anything good in the newspaper?"
"Well," Sirius said, "Once again, there is nothing about the Death Eaters that were set free from Azkaban. The Ministry is doing an excellent job at hushing it up. Nice to see that the Ministry has become more competent in the last twelve years."
"'Competent' doesn't sound like the right term," Remus said.
"Corrupt?" Sirius asked.
"To a point," Remus said, nodding. "We'll see how they react after we get through with the assassinations."
"Hopefully neither they, nor, the Daily Prophet get wind of the assassinations before we're finished," Harry said.
"Hmm," Tonks said, "Who do you reckon is in charge of keeping track of the Death Eaters who were freed from Azkaban? Anyone?"
"If anyone is 'in charge' of it, it would be Amelia," Remus said, "Since she is the head of the DMLE. Why?"
"I wonder if there is any documentation about where the freed Death Eaters live now," Tonks said, "I'd hate to go in and get residential information, only to find out that I don't have some of what we need."
"Even if Fudge didn't allow it, I imagine Amelia would keep a track of such information," Sirius said, "It is probably in her office. Likely top secret, since Fudge doesn't want it to get out."
"I suppose I'll have to search for it today," Tonks said. "I was going to go to her office anyway."
"I have one more thing you need to search for," Harry said, "I don't know if it will be available yet. I need you to get a copy of the updated Triwizard Tournament Rulebook, and make sure it is up to date for the Tournament starting in October."
"Is that how Voldemort gets you into the cemetery?" Remus asked, "The Tournament?"
"Yeah," Harry said, "Barty Crouch, Junior puts my name in the Goblet of Fire as the fourth champion."
"Why do you need the rulebook?" Sirius asked.
"I want to know about any loopholes, and rules that might not be discussed," Harry said, "Reading my family's Grimoire has already given me strategies for the tasks, and I want to know if they'll be legal. Also, on Christmas, there is a Yule Ball. I want to know if I have to show up at the Ball. Which I probably will, but I want to know if I can be away from Hogwarts for Christmas Break and just come back for that evening. First off, I need to be in attendance at the Winter Solstice Session. Second, well, I was thinking of having a Christmas social party here one of the days during that week. Perhaps a New Year's Eve party."
"I don't think they can make you stay, Harry," Remus said. "Promise to show up for the Ball, and they'll be pleased. Other than that, Christmas Break is meant to be a holiday from Hogwarts. For students to spend time with their family."
Harry nodded. Even if he didn't like to dance, he'd do it for Hermione and his Betrothed. By then his Betrothals would be widely known, and dancing with all four of his Betrothed wouldn't be seen as odd."
"I'll try to find out if the rule book is up to date," Tonks said, "If it isn't, we could always go back and obtain it later."
"Thanks," Harry said, "What reason should we tell Amelia that you're away from the Manor?"
"That I am visiting my parents," Tonks said. "I'll be going home for a visit after I finish up at the Ministry. I need to see them before our assassination missions begin. Just to give me a bit more confidence."
Harry had only realized then that Tonks had never taken a life either. She was in the same boat as him and Hermione. The mood at the table turned somber as it appeared everyone was now thinking of what they would soon be getting into. Hermione's arrival and the following discussion to catch her up with the current discussion didn't help much either.
Harry and Sirius were waiting at the gate on the edge of the property, when Amelia and Susan Bones arrived at precisely eleven-o-clock. Tonks had left ten minutes prior to go to the Ministry.
"Greetings, Madam Bones, Susan," Harry said; Sirius had instructed him to be mildly formal for the introduction, before returning to casual discussion. "Welcome to Potter Manor."
"Thank you, Lord Potter," Amelia said, and Susan greeted him in the same manner, "I trust that is the end of all formalities."
Harry shrugged and grinned. "You're the first guests since I arrived. I needed the practice."
Amelia laughed, then walked over to Sirius and greeted him, with a kiss on the cheek. "Already teaching your godson to play with the purebloods, Sirius?"
"In my own way," Sirius said, "I shudder to think how he might have turned out if he was raised by someone like my parents. But hopefully I can shape him into someone who can be respected at social gatherings and Wizengamot Council meetings."
Harry shuddered comically. Susan caught this and grinned. She walked beside Harry as they followed Sirius and Amelia down the shady lane toward Potter Manor
"You have it easy, Harry," Susan said, "Because I am the Heir Apparent to the House of Bones, Auntie started teaching me about being a 'proper pureblood' in our society at the age of six. All that proper vocabulary was etched into my brain very early on. Most highborn children – those whose family are members of the Wizengamot Council – are taught the same way during childhood. If you were raised in the wizarding world, you would have done the same as you are Heir to the Potter House."
"Perhaps you could teach Hermione and I the ways of the highborn this summer," Harry said, "So we can be proper for my planned dinner party with the Great Alliance. I'd probably like you better as a teacher than Sirius."
"I heard that!" Sirius said.
Harry, Susan and Amelia laughed.
"If Auntie gives me permission, I might have to take you up on that offer," Susan said, smiling. "I have nothing better to do. I'm usually stuck around Bones Manor with the house-elves."
"I think we can arrange that, Susan," Amelia said. "Have you reconnected the Floo here yet?"
"Haven't really had the need to yet," Sirius said, "We mainly travel by Apparation, including Side-Along. But as long as we can make it secure, I think we could hook it up for use by visitors like Susan."
"I'll arrange it at the Ministry," Amelia said, "That way, those who work at the Floo Regulation Department don't have to visit. I assume you're using the Permission Wards?"
"Yes," Harry said, "My Betrothed and their families all have full-time permission. I'll add more temporarily for the dinner party when it comes time in August."
"I imagine reconnecting the Floo should be easy since it was hooked up when your parents and grandparents lived here," Amelia said; she looked around as they walked toward the Manor, "Hasn't changed much at all since I was here last."
"It was untouched for over a decade," Sirius said, "And yet it looked as someone had lived here every day during that time. The Wards and enchantments are simply that powerful."
"Didn't the Potter Family house-elves live here?" Amelia asked.
"No," Sirius said, "It turns out James told them to work at Hogwarts until he, Lily, or Harry summoned them again. Dumbledore became their temporary Master from then on until recently. Turns out they could not contact Harry unless he summoned them. And he knew nothing about them."
"I'm sure Dumbledore had something to do with that?" Amelia asked.
"Indeed," Sirius said, "Harry knew nothing about this Manor until he read James and Lily's Will. And he only found out about the elves because of me."
"Dumbledore didn't want you to know about your family home, it seems, Harry," Amelia said.
"Probably because Dumbledore has been trying to get into Potter Manor," Harry said, "He wants my family's Grimoire. He even placed a Fidelius Charm, an Unplottable Charm, and a Forest enchantment to hide it. Only a Portkey to here found the location, and my family ring undid any alien enchantments."
"Yet another way he has interfered in your life," Amelia huffed.
"Yes, well, shall we take our minds from manipulative old bastards for the time being," Sirius said. "The house-elves have brunch ready, and we have other things to discuss first."
Harry knew 'other things' meant his time-travel secret. As they made their way toward Potter Manor, Susan commented at the beauty of the Grounds.
"I'll take you on a tour of the Grounds after our meal," Harry said, "There are some good places for a nice stroll while having some good conversation."
"I'd like that," Susan said, smiling.
Harry tried his best not to blush. Susan had quite the beautiful smile. He could easily admit – though perhaps not out loud just yet – that she was very cute. He hoped she wouldn't hate him when she learned of his secrets shortly.
Hermione greeted Amelia and Susan at the door when they arrived. Susan seemed mildly surprised Hermione was there. Harry wondered if she had been looking forward to one-on-one time with him without his girlfriend present. Hermione's idea of him spending time with Susan seemed to make a lot more sense now. He wasn't sure if Susan was jealous of Hermione. He hoped any jealousy would vanish when she learned Hermione was one of his Betrothed, like her. He could understand how Susan, or his other Betrothed might have felt at the idea of their husband marrying someone he wasn't contractually obligated to.
Harry led them into the event room, where Remus was seated at the circular table which had been modified slightly to fit seven. He stood and greeted Amelia and Susan when he saw them. The house-elves have already set the table with the meal. They had made a common English breakfast, though also added a few recipes usually seen on a lunch menu as well. Everyone sat down at the table – Harry sitting in between Susan and Hermione.
"Dig in everyone," Harry said, when he remembered that the Master of the House began the meal during formal festivities.
"Where is Cadet Tonks?" Amelia asked, noting the Metamorphmagus' absence, as everyone began filling their plates.
"Gave her the day off on her bodyguard duties so she could spend time with her parents," Harry said. "She doesn't do much around here in the way of bodyguard duties anyway."
"Has she mentioned anything about her bodyguard duties come September?" Amelia asked, "I really liked her idea of disguising herself as a transfer fourth year student."
"I believe she's going to start training herself for that come August," Harry said.
"I'll wait to mention it to her until then," Amelia said, "It should give me enough time to work it out so she's a student again in September. It will be difficult because of Dumbledore, but I should be able to pass it off as DMLE and Auror Department business. He can't find a loophole around that very easily."
"Any news from the Ministry front about the riot at the Daily Prophet?" Sirius asked, "And the free Death Eaters? I tried to find any word of it in the Daily Prophet, and there isn't much."
"You won't find anything about it in the Daily Prophet," Amelia said, "At least when it comes to the freed Death Eaters. Fudge is trying to pass off the riot with a strange strategy. Sort of like he's saying 'well, it is not much of a big deal, but we're going to be extra vigilant about these things from now on'. He's focused on it a bit, to the point where he's trying to make it what the public is looking at, instead of the freed Death Eaters."
"Is it working?" Sirius asked.
"Funny enough, it is," Amelia said, "But only because very few people know about it. Aside from Fudge, only myself, Scrimgeour and those we closely work with know about it. It hasn't even gotten around to most of the Aurors, Hit Wizards, and so on and so forth."
"Surely you're keeping track of the freed Death Eaters?" Harry asked, thinking of the earlier discussion with Tonks.
"Indeed we are," Amelia said, "They have tracking charms on them, so we know where they are at all times. Most of them are roomed up with friends of theirs, those who don't have houses of their own."
"Friends of theirs?" Remus asked, "Suspected Death Eaters?"
"Quite likely, though little evidence to prove it," Amelia said.
Harry glanced at Remus and Sirius. Their expressions were unreadable, but he wondered if they were thinking the same thing he was. Several of their targets might be roomed up together, which could save time, but be more risky and dangerous. But those tracking charms would be very problematic.
"And they're all still in Great Britain?" Sirius asked.
"Indeed," Amelia said, "Actually they've been warned not to travel outside of Great Britain. Ministry tracking charms are useless at far distances. If we lose one, they'll be regarded as fugitives."
"That would be a big problem for the Ministry," Sirius said, "Since I'm the only one who is thought to have escaped."
"Indeed," Amelia said, "So you can understand all the secrecy surrounding this."
"Well, I'm sure I can speak for everyone when we say we'll be quiet about it," Remus said.
Harry, Hermione and Sirius nodded in agreement.
"Thank you," Amelia said, "Forgive the change of subject, but I'm kind of curious. I wondered, Harry, how your other Betrothal meetings went. I know you went to the Lovegood's house, but you didn't say much when we last met, aside from the other event that happened there. And you were planning on going to Greengrass Manor."
"It has been... rather eventful to say the least," Harry said, "Both meetings went very well. I'm officially Betrothed to Luna and Daphne. I signed the contracts making it official."
"Hmm," Amelia said, looking at Susan, "I knew I had forgotten something when we first met. I'll have to bring Susan's Contract by sometime."
"Luna has chosen the Line Continuation Option like Susan," Harry said, "And Daphne will be taking the Peverell name."
"Why not Potter?" Susan asked.
Harry glanced at Susan, then Amelia. "I take it she doesn't know what happened?"
"I didn't want to say anything if it wasn't official," Amelia said.
"What's going on?" Susan asked, "What have you been keeping from me, Auntie?"
"I have a fourth Betrothal Contract," Harry said.
Susan's eyes widened. "Who is it with?"
"Hermione," Harry said, nodding to his girlfriend.
Susan looked from Harry to Hermione, who nodded. Harry then explained to Susan what he had discovered concerning his parents and Hermione's parents. Susan was quite shocked by the end of the story.
"I've never heard of Muggleborn taking part in a Betrothal Contract," Susan said, "No offense, Hermione. I just thought the Muggle world was... against it."
"It hasn't been common outside of Muggle highborn in centuries," Hermione said. "My parents only agreed to it for the protection it would give us. They wouldn't even make it official until they were sure I wanted it."
"And you've already decided Harry's the one?" Susan asked, "At fourteen?"
Harry cleared his throat and looked at Hermione, who looked back at him. She nodded silently, and he knew it was time to reveal their secret. Across the table, Remus and Sirius simply relaxed and let things go on as planned.
"Yeah, about that," Hermione said, "There's something we need to tell the two of you about us. It is a big secret. Bigger than Fudge's secret. This one could ruin a lot of things in the future of the wizarding world."
Amelia and Susan merely looked curious and confused. So Harry decided to 'rip off the plaster' as the saying went.
"Hermione and I are time-travelers," Harry said, "We're from the future. We traveled through time on the second of May in the year nineteen ninety-eight. We returned on the evening of June 6th, and wound up in our younger bodies, with our memories and magical skills and knowledge intact."
Susan's jaw dropped as she stared at Harry. Amelia's eyes wandered back and forth between Harry and Hermione, then she turned to Sirius.
"Is he serious?" she asked.
"We both are," Sirius said, "In two completely different ways. But yes, Harry and Hermione are time travelers."
"So... nineteen ninety-eight," Amelia said, "You were – what? – seventeen?"
"I was eighteen," Hermione said.
"And yet you say you've wound up in your younger bodies," Amelia said, "Time Turners don't do that."
"We didn't use a time turner," Harry said, "On the day we traveled back through time, there was a huge battle at Hogwarts. Hermione and I ended up in a room which got attacked, and wound up in a Vanishing Cabinet. Our attackers found us, and started casting a barrage of spells. Instead of destroying the cabinet, killing us, we traveled through time and wound up in our younger bodies. I'm trying to think of some proof to give you. Susan, I knew you as a fellow student at Hogwarts, of course. But I only met you once Amelia. Wound up in front of the entire Wizengamot because of a simple Improper Use of Magic charge. You – your other self – was very fair to me even though Fudge wanted to find me guilty."
"What about the Betrothal Contract?" Susan asked.
"I knew nothing about any of the contracts," Harry said, "I had not met with my Vault Keeper at Gringotts by then, so I didn't open my parents' Will, or find I had Betrothal Contracts to my name. Perhaps it might have been different after the war."
"The war?" Amelia asked.
Harry sighed. "In our timeline, Voldemort returns to a full body less than a year from now. His return was unexpected. I was the witness to his return. Thanks to Fudge being stupid, he didn't believe me when I told him Voldemort returned. Very few people did. Voldemort went to the Ministry in June of 1996, and Fudge saw him. The Second War officially began then, and it hopefully would have ended with the Battle of Hogwarts nearly two years later. This time, I know how to defeat Voldemort, and will be doing so the night he returns."
"Why you?" Susan asked, her voice shaky.
"A prophecy," Harry said, "A prophecy predicted that either I or Voldemort would kill one another. Because Voldemort believes it, he has tried to kill me. And will keep trying. I have to be the one to kill him."
"I can think of one way to give you proof, Amelia," Hermione said. "Harry and I have been practicing Occlumency, and we need a Legilimens to help us figure out where we stand. Sirius informed us you are a Legilimens. We could show you some memories."
"I guess I can agree with that," Amelia said. "I can check your Occlumency after our meal."
Harry noticed that Susan was on the verge of being upset.
"You are welcome to ask me anything, Susan," Harry said, "In fact, I'll answer any questions after our meal. Gives us something to talk about while we walk around the grounds."
He was quite relieved when Susan nodded, a small smile on her lips.
"Anything you want to know, Amelia?" Hermione asked, "We're working toward changing the future, so much of what we experienced won't happen."
Amelia frowned and looked at Sirius. "Did Sirius and I ever reunite in the old timeline?"
"No," Harry said, shaking his head, "Because I never saw my parents' Will, I didn't know about the Godfather Ritual. Sirius never told me and I don't know why. He could have used it as a defense. He remained a fugitive, always in hiding."
"Do you know anything about Dumbledore I could use to nab him?" Amelia asked.
"Nothing that would be seen as criminal, really," Harry said, "But we could truly ruin his reputation. We made a deal with Rita Skeeter. Much of what we know we're going to give to her."
"That series she is writing," Amelia said, "You're tipping her off."
"Indeed," Harry said, "By Christmas, Dumbledore's reputation should be well and truly injured. You're doing a fairly good job right now when it comes to his criminal charges. For example, Severus Snape. He was never imprisoned. He remained at Hogwarts as either Potions Master, Defense Professor, or Headmaster before we came back in time."
"Headmaster?" Amelia asked.
"Dumbledore died at the end of our sixth year," Harry said, "I thought he was murdered, but I've come to realize it might have been planned. He had been cursed by an object a year prior to that, and I have a feeling it was weakening him. You see, Snape murdered him."
"But you think it might have been assisted suicide?" Amelia asked.
"It is a running theory," Harry said, nodding. "The object that cursed him has been destroyed, so it won't happen again."
"How does Voldemort return to his body?" Amelia asked.
"A dark Resurrection ritual," Harry said, "Not something I wish to mention during a meal. Also I hope you understand I cannot discuss my strategy to defeat him. Can't let it get out."
"I understand," Amelia said, "But if you need assistance, I will help you."
"Thanks," Harry said, "I may need that help. Aside from the two of you, only Remus, Sirius and Tonks know our secret. Hermione and I might tell Daphne and Luna, since they're my Betrothed. But we want to keep it a secret."
"I can understand that," Amelia said.
Amelia had no more questions after that, and settled to wait for proof until the Legilimency test. Susan was apparently waiting for her private conversation with Harry and Hermione. She was rather silent about the entire thing, obviously deep in thought.
After brunch finished, it was time for the Occlumency test. Harry and Hermione focused on their Occlumency shields. Amelia waited for permission, then started her work. She looked rather impressed by the end of her tests.
"Well," Amelia said, "You both have strong shields. Silent Legilimency attacks won't penetrate it before you're able to expel it from your mind. Verbal Legilimency attacks are much stronger, but are easier to defend. Well done. May I now see the proof you were willing to give."
Harry accepted this, and he opened his mind. He focused on two memories – the first was when he met Amelia during his Hearing. The second was when he and Hermione traveled back in time. Amelia's eyes were wide by the time she backed out.
"It's the truth, Susan," Amelia said, to her curious niece, "They are indeed time-travelers. I'm sure you're wanting to know a bit more. So how about Harry and Hermione escort you around the grounds. The grown-ups must talk for a while."
"Yes, Auntie," Susan said.
Harry led Hermione and Susan out of the Event room and started making their way outside. Harry couldn't read Susan's expression. He hoped she would still like him by the time she left Potter Manor that day.
Rather odd ending, but I decided to split it there. If I continued this chapter here, I wouldn't get this out for a few more days. Apologies if it seemed the end of the chapter went rather quickly near the end.
As you can see, I am doing my best to get the other girls aside from Hermione involved with Harry. Daphne and Luna probably won't get much page-time before mid-August in story. And I plan on upping Tonks' relationship with Harry in August, in story. But Susan will get some page-time coming up.
Next chapter: Harry and Hermione talk with Susan. Hermione lets Harry and Susan have some privacy. Possibly Tonks' visit to the Ministry. And (hopefully!) the beginning of the assassination missions!
Hope you liked this chapter!