A/N: Yay another chapter! Insert happy dance!

I've included a bit of gabby/ginny smut as per a guest's request, hope you enjoy! Love the reviews and am happy to oblige request as long as I can make it fit and make sense in the story. As such NSFW! Very smutty chapter towards the middle/end

Moving the story forward things are starting to get interesting!

Disclaimers: I don't own anything! Hopefully that covers it all don't you think?

On with the show!

Daughter of the dark and moon

hidden in mud

Will meet her match with a bird of prey

Their union will be realized in a fury of

Fur joining feathers.

Destined to turn the tide

of the greatest war

Their love will save us all

Flashback

A loud pop of apparition just outside the Hogwarts wards set off alarms and alerted the group assembled around Hermione to a possible attack to their school.

Shifting instantly Hermione and her pack ran towards the sound. Paws beating against earth alerted the coming Veela. Fleur saw her mate flash by in a flurry of fur. She and her flock switched directions and joined the race to the intruders, feathers sprouting as they sped after them.

When the group got there, Hermione screeched to a halt at the sight of her blonde haired cousin clinging to a bloodied and bruised man and a …disfigured… frying pan?...

'Cousin what's going on?' Hermione asked

A nod in the direction of the mess of a man at her feet was the only response she received.

There before her eyes was someone she did not know if she would ever see, besides on the battlefield.

'Father?' Hermione questioned with a gasp

'My her…'. Barely spoken as he passed out finally succumbing to his injuries.

'What are you thinking about chérie?' Fleur asked, breaking the young wolf from her reminiscing

'My father' was the succinct response she received

A nod of understanding was given in response.

Comfortable silence stretched out between the two as they both continued to sit by the Black Lake and stare out into the calm waters in the moonlight. Fleur sensed a need in her wife and easily crawled in the taller woman's comfy lap, calming the worried current wreaking havoc in her sweet wolf.

Hermione had woken in the middle of the night, not being able to stay asleep, constantly tossing and turning in their chambers. Not wanting to worry and wake Fleur, she left a note letting her know Hermione's destination and had been sitting here ever since.

Fleur snuggled closer into her mate's lap, forehead burrowing into the junction where Hermione's neck and collarbone met, both purring softly.

'Do you think it's time to officially meet your father?'

Hermione thought about this for several minutes.

'Well he has been here for several days and Bella has told me that he is recovering from some unnamed torture and has officially switched sides, but has been tight lipped to say much anything else. I can not deny that I am curious to meet him.'

'Knowing whom he is and what he has done, I am not surprised at your conflict….will you see him?'

'I suppose I should…but what about..'

'He is your father'

'But the things he has done..'

'He is your father'

'But does he even care about..'

A softer reply, ' He is your father, petit louvre, people are complicated, not two-dimensional objects. In real life no one is pure evil nor pure good, the world exists in endless shades of grey.' The Veela spoke as she cupped her wife's strong jaw. 'Hear his side out, if I were to guess from what I've heard he has been betrayed, and by all accounts was acting motivated purely on grief all this time. How would you feel if I or a future child of ours was harmed.'

Hermione blanched and replied without pause or emotion 'I would burn this earth the the ground avenging you and ours.'

'The apple does not fall far from the tree I see.' Fleur said without judgement.

At this very moment Hermione finally began to understand her father. She knew he was mislead about her and her mother's demise, and yet it had never been put to her in these terms.

Religion and politics had started too many wars to name, but love…. Love had started just as many. Why, just thinking about the origins of her namesake, the forgotten child of Helen and Menelaus...The love of Helen of Troy was indeed the face that launched a thousand ships all because of a carnal desire of the flesh and an underlying love on both sides of the war, the love of a wife of a mother, and the other side the love of a new lover a brief copulation damning so many to their deaths …

Could her father really be a redeemable source then? Would she have acted in the same way? Looking at her imprint she knew the answer, she would have launched every ship known to man…

'You are right…perhaps I should hear him out...will you go with me?'

'Of course, might I suggest your cousin Bellatrix join as well, she was his most trusted confidant for many years.'

Hermione smiled at that, 'then it's settled.' Hermione stood, still cradling her wife in her arms. 'Let's go to the carriage and write a note to my father. I'm thinking about using my lazy cat to deliver the message, he could use the exercise…

After his heroics he has been fed too many treats and not enough exercise….'

Fleur laughed at Hermione's familiar's antics as she was carried in the moonlight to their destination.

-Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered…

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'Sarah'

Jareth thought

' why did you betray me?'

-For my will is as strong as yours…

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'Did I not offer you the world? I turned the world upside down for you…was fear, loyalty, doing my bidding too much to ask? I would have been her slave…impetuous child!'

-You have no power over me…

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'AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

Jareth dropped to his knees howling in pain.

'Never again! No one will ever have power over me again!'

Sarah had wormed her way into his heart, her brother was his to groom. The little tyke was trouble but his goblin brethren took a shine to him and began adding him to the family.

His fellow goblins had been through several wars against wizards and witches. The result of these wars were horrifying, goblins stripped of their wands, forced into a kind of servitude managing the currency of their world…they had been reduced to muggle bank tellers…

His people…once proud warriors, shrewd intellect and expert wand makers reduced to bean counters not allowed access to the very thing they had created to channel one's own magical core.

Jareth sat there on his knees rage building once again. He and his people would have their vengeance. Plans would go ahead, vengeance, oh yes vengeance would be anything but swift for his foes. The long game…the long game..

With that thought in mind he shifted into his white owl form, heading for Harry's dorm for the remainder of the night. His rouse as Harry's familiar since that first day in Diagon Alley would pay off soon, he was sure of it. His natural animingus may well prove to be the edge their side needed in this upcoming conflict.

'Oh there you are my firey headed lover!' The little blonde terror said as she tackled Ginny to the ground off of her broom.

Ginny had been flying low after Quidditch practice had finished, practicing some intense drills alone. Her other teammates having left some time ago.

'Ooof!' Ginny expelled as she landed on her back with her sexy blonde lover over her.

'My my! So sweaty already, just how I like my lady love.'

'You are so cheesy shortcake'

'And you are wearing too many clothes!'

'You don't say?'

'Oui I do,…well...what are you going to do about it? Hmmm, or are you all practice with no chance of scoring?'

The blonde said this as she snaked her hand down to the red head's center, caressing that needy center at her last words.

A deep moan was released from Ginny's mouth. 'Mmmmm'.

Coming back to herself she rolled them both over. She grabbed Gabby's hands and slammed them over her head on the grass below. Grasping the blonde's wrists in one hand she found her wand and muttered a quick spell binding those wrists immobile. With a smirk she lowered her head and kissed her prone lover deeply.

'But what'

Kiss*

'If'

Kiss*

'Someone'

Kiss*

'Sees us?' The Veela spoke between pecks.

Ginny smiled wickedly at this.

'Let them.'

The Veela's eyes darkened and her exhibitionist side was released dampening her center instantly.

Ginny wasted no time in ripping the baby blue dress down the middle to reveal a full figured woman that had always neglected to wear undergarments. Her breasts rising and falling in time with her breath just waiting to be licked and sucked. Reaching down to the bottom of the dress she revealed the perfectly shaved womanhood just aching to be touched.

Ginny groaned at the sight before her. No they were not mates, but this woman had made her feel things she had never dreamed possible. She had made her into a better person, made her more confident, more open and honest to whom she really was. She had awakened the beast of her desire, and she would repay that gift over, and over again. Multiple ways and lengths of time, she would be repaying her.

A simple -divesto- had her own body naked on top of the disheveled mostly naked Veela struggling to take charge.

'Will you hurry up and fuck me already!'

This broke Ginny from her inner monologue and dove in kissing her bound lover deeply. Breasts pressing into each other, hands wandering, caressing, kneading, exploring, desperately roving. Once she finally reached her destination she broke the kiss and looked deep into her Veela's eyes as she stroked the outer lower lips of her lover.

'You feel so good to me'

'Ah ahhhh, merde oh merde!'

'I need to be inside you, I need to feel you clutch onto me as you climax, let me in sweet, sweet Veela.'

'Oui, Oui, OUUUUUIIII!' Gabrielle screamed in ecstasy as two fingers plunged into her over stimulated greedy center.

A mumbled finite allowed her to grasp the strong red head's back. Hours of Quidditch practice, causing the muscles in her back, arms, and legs to be defined and strain with her efforts. She had the body similar to that of a muggle swimmer, strong but still feminine. A constant contradiction hard yet soft, masculine but also very feminine. She was so tough, but vulnerable all wrapped up in one. Her treasure, her Ginerva.

They moved together hands encased in each other's essence racing to the ultimate finish eyes clutched shut, hips moving erratically, loud sounds coming from each woman until all motion stilled at the exact moment of their joined climaxes, bodies taut the ultimate embrace…and then a release of air they relaxed not disconnecting just yet but placing their foreheads together, blinking slowly catching their breath, and staring into each other's eyes.

A deeply satisfied smile permeated from the pair, which led to a giggle and then outright laughing fit.

Slowly coming back to themselves, Gabby was the first to speak up.

'Zat waz amazing az usual my fiery headed lover. What does this make?'

'115'

'Non I think 118'

'Don't tell me you counted the astronomy tower three times?'

'And why not!?'

'That was the same area!'

'Oui, but it was three different times, and three different locations, and three different positions.'

Smirk

'Plus it was where you popped your toy cherry.'

'Touché, ok, ok 118, and don't ever call it that again. That's just weird muggle imagery…

Well I need a shower…umm want to go for 119?' Ginny asked raising and lowering her eyebrows comically.

'How could I ever deny you anything chérie'

'Well if you did, we wouldn't reach your goal of, what was it?'

'394'

'Well, we have our work cut out for us then don't we?'

'Oui, and you are wasting time.' The blonde leaned up kissing her lover deeply, knocking them both back onto the grass below.