A/N: I realize some people may be a bit put off by my slight twisting of canon. I can only apologize as I feel it is necessary for future portions of my story. In the long run, it won't really matter, I promise you that much and can only beg your patience!
I would also like to again thank those who have taken time to review my story, as well as my talented Beta (MarkDarcy)!
Maggie spent all of Monday, Tuesday, and now Wednesday trying to become accustomed to her new features. She did a double take any time she passed a mirror, still shocked that the unfamiliar face looking out at her was her own. Her father and Harry had begun calling her Samantha to try to accustom her to hearing it.
Harry had, of his own accord, come to Snape's quarters every evening after dinner. Maggie was surprised that her father allowed it, but she wasn't about to complain.
Now, it was her last evening in Hogwarts. Mrs. Weasley would be arriving tomorrow morning to escort Maggie to the Burrow. She was nervous about spending her summer with people she didn't know. She had met Ron, but he wouldn't know they had met before. As for Ginerva, she knew nothing about her.
As if sensing her thoughts, Harry said, "It's a pity you can't tell me where you're going this summer."
"Sorry, Harry, you know I wish I could. Can we write at least?"
"Of course," he said with a smile. "I don't know if you'll be able to use muggle post…?"
"Er, probably not," she said, unsure exactly where she would be.
"Well," he replied with a shrug, "There's always Hedwig."
"Hedwig?"
"She's my owl," he responded. "She'll find you for sure."
"Well, that's one less worry at least," Maggie said. She glanced around, assuring herself that they were still alone. Her father had just left to do rounds and would be gone at least an hour. "Harry, last Thursday, the night Umbridge disappeared… what happened?"
Harry sighed, rubbed at his scar a bit before flattening his fringe. "I'm not even sure where to start explaining what happened…" He trailed off for a moment and Maggie was about to speak when he continued. "All year I've been having… visions… and I didn't tell anyone about them. I guess I hoped that if I ignored them, that they would go away. Well, on Thursday I had a… vision of someone very close to me being tortured by Voldemort.
"His name is Remus Lupin and he's the last thing I have in the way of family. When my godfather died last year after escaping from jail, Lupin became my unofficial guardian. So, when I saw this vision of him being tortured, I did the only thing I could – I tried to rescue him. Little did I know that it was all a trap..." He paused and sighed. "I tried to find out if it was a true vision, but he wasn't in his house. So I stupidly rushed off. Some of my friends came with me and we ended up fighting Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic. Thankfully, no one died and Dumbledore showed up in time to chase off Voldemort."
"What happened to Umbridge? My father only told me she's gone, but he wouldn't say how…"
Harry chuckled, "That cow didn't know when to keep her mouth shut. Hermione and I led her into the Forbidden Forest and we ended up surrounded by centaurs. Umbridge decided to make a couple… ill-considered comments. Last I laid eyes on her; she was being carried off by the centaurs, and good riddance!"
Maggie smiled, remembering how annoying the woman had been. Her smile faded as she went over what else Harry had told her. "Harry, why did Voldemort lure you to the Ministry?"
"There's this room in the basement of the Ministry, in the Department of Mysteries, where every prophecy ever made is stored. Only the person or people involved in the prophecy can touch them. Since Voldemort knew he could never get there himself… well, he wanted to use me to hear a prophecy made before my birth. Dumbledore told me Voldemort heard the first couple lines, but that he never heard the whole prophecy." Harry closed his eyes and softly recited the lines told to him by Dumbledore, "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows no… And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…" He opened his eyes, fixing her with his emerald gaze, "Dumbledore said the prophecy could have referred to two people, me and Neville Longbottom." He reached up and moved his fringe away from his scar, "But when Voldemort gave me this…" He dropped his hand and shrugged.
Maggie scooted closer to him where they sat on the couch until their thighs were touching. She pulled him into a gentle kiss. She couldn't even fathom what Harry was going through at that moment, but she resolved that she wouldn't let him face it alone.
He brushed a lock of hair from her face as they separated. "You're so beautiful, even with this glamour." He laughed as she blushed brightly. Leaning over, he placed a gentle kiss on her nose, "I do have to say I'm glad you didn't inherit your father's nose."
She would have taken a small offense at that, if not for his teasing tone. "I think it's a good thing I love you, otherwise I might have to hurt you," she teased right back. He paled suddenly and she was afraid she'd said something wrong. "Harry?"
"You…" he paused and cleared his throat, "you love me?"
Blushing again, Maggie reached up a hand to cup his cheek, "Of course I do, didn't you know?"
He pulled her close and kissed her passionately. They separated a short time later and he sighed, "Bloody hell, I'm going to miss you this summer!"
