Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the Harry Potter or Neon Genesis Evangelion Franchises or their characters. All characters used are the property of their respective owners.

Note: Somewhat in response to a review this chapter will have a time skip.

Rated M for violence, language, & sexual themes.

Harry Potter & the Dance Macabre XXI

Carkitt Alley, London

Wands by Gregorovitch

Friday, 26 July 1996

Mykew Gregorovitch looked up from his work as a tall hooded man entered his shop, the man quickly approached the counter and dropped a piece of parchment. "Can you do it?"

Gregorovitch frowned studying the parchment for a full minute before replying in a thick Eastern European accent. "It won't be easy, or cheap, and it won't be identical to the original."

"It just needs to pass a cursory inspection. If it works, that's all that matters." The robed man replied, dropping a bag of Galleons on the counter. "Your fee, I expect this done quickly and quietly, tell no one."

Gregorovitch nodded as he slid the Galleons into a draw. He didn't think about where the money had come from as he set to work. Nor did he notice the article in the Daily Prophet the following day that reported that a muggle-born Ministry worker had been murdered with the Killing Curse for all the money he had on him. Or that it was the second such murder since June.

Potter Herren (Manor), Munich, Germany

Friday, July 26, 1996

Daphne Greengrass watched her betrothed fly around the Potter racetrack in the muggles contraption his mother owned when she was alive. Much like his aptitude for brooms Harry had picked up driving quickly and was now completing lap after lap at increasingly worrying speeds if the white-knuckle grip Hermione had on the railing was anything to go by. Occasionally as Harry roared past Daphne would hear Emma Granger laughing and egging Harry on. Evidently, a love of speed was not something that had past from the Granger parents to Hermione.

As she observed her slightly crazy betrothed Daphne reflected on the conversation she'd had with her best friend, Tracy Davis before they'd departed for Munich.

*Flashback*

Daphne sat in front of a mirror in her best friend's bedroom, Tracy was sat behind her brushing her long blonde hair. "My best friend, the Future Lady Black, married to the Boy-Who-Lived. Bet you never thought this is where you'd end up when we boarded the train to Hogwarts five years ago."

Daphne picked up the lipstick off the vanity and examined it. "I suppose not, although I'm not particularly upset at this turn of events. We both know the gossip about Harry, kind, a bit brash, but honourable. Smart when he can be bothered…"

"Since him and Granger split with Weasley and reformed the trio with Longbottom he's certainly been more bothered with schoolwork. I heard his OWL's were near the top of the rankings."

"They were, I was there when he opened them. His and Granger's."

"So, your kids will be smart, powerful, and beautiful, lucky you," Tracy replied with a smirk as Daphne gave her reflection a withering glare.

"Oh, come on Daphne, I'm only kidding."

"Hmmm," Daphne mused in reply.

Finally, Tracy was done brushing Daphne's hair and let the brush drop into her lap. "Daphne, be honest, are you happy?"

Daphne paused and thought for a moment. "Yes, surprisingly, I am. I want to be free to choose my own husband; I want to be able to have what Father and Mother have. But I'm slowly realising that whether he intended too or not, Father may have actually given me exactly that."

"Are you falling in love with him?"

A bright smile crossed Daphne's face. "I think I am."

Tracy squealed, hugging her best friend from behind. "I'm glad, when I heard about the betrothal, I was so worried. I thought he was trapping you into this arrangement. I mean sure you have some solid competition with Granger but you're the most beautiful woman in all of Hogwarts in any year, including the faculty. Men fall over themselves to just be in your presence."

"I know, but that's what makes Harry different. He sees me as Daphne; first, he cares about me as a person, not as a fuck doll or a trophy. When he cares about you, he'll walk through fire to protect you…"

Tracy rolled her eyes. "Typical Gryffindor bluster, I mean we've all heard the rumours, perpetuated by the Gryffindor Gossip queens and the Weasley twins."

"But it's not blustering Tracy, I saw it. When Caracatus Nott came to Grimmauld Place, Harry stood toe to toe with him. He wasn't scared or intimidated. Merlin, if he hadn't stood down as the head of House Nott, I might even feel a little bad for him."

"Why? That creepy old bastard deserves whatever he gets," Tracy replied admonishingly.

"I know that, but you didn't see Harry's eyes when he was in his final confrontation with Nott. They were inches apart, and his eyes were glowing. I never want to be on the receiving end of that kind of anger. But… It was… kind of a turn on," Daphne whispered blushing.

Tracy rocked back on her seat, howling with laughter. "My best friend has it bad for the Boy-Who-Lived."

Daphne pouted. "Shut up and brush my hair…"

*Flashback Ends*

Daphne smiled, shaking her head as she heard gales of Emma Granger's laughter echo around the track as Harry took them around again. Daphne glanced down to the driveway where Susan sat watching, splitting her time between a book and watching Harry. Daphne knew, like her, Susan had gone to visit her best friend before they left for Munich, she couldn't help but wonder what their conversation entailed.

*Flashback*

Susan stepped out of the Floo and was immediately tackled by her best friend, Hannah Abbot. "Susan! Finally! I've been worried, your Aunt said you've been at Harry's for the last two weeks. That's a terrific cover story for sneaking off to snog some boy…" Hannah babbled as she dragged Susan upstairs to her room.

Susan blushed as she sat down on Hannah's bed while said girl sat opposite in her desk chair. A pile of unfinished summer homework sat behind her. While they were both bright girls, Susan had always been the more studious one in their friendship owing to her desire to be a Spell Inventor. Susan played with her fingers as she smiled. "Aunty Amelia wasn't lying, I really was at Harry's, you read about how the Black Family house got attacked?"

Hannah nodded. "Susan, the whole country heard about it."

"Well, Lord Black contacted the Aurors after the attack I asked if I could go see Harry. Lord Black agreed, partly as a favour to Aunty Amelia because she was busy investigating."

"You've been at Harry's this entire time, why…" Hannah asked but then groaned. "Morgana's tits Susan, you're still in love with Harry Potter!"

Susan winced. "Keep your voice down!"

"Susan, he's betrothed to Daphne Greengrass, and I expect the position of Lady Potter is all but Granger's."

"It is."

"Then why I mean we all had adolescent fantasies about the Boy-Who-Lived, I mean the boy from the books was a handsome legend who rode on the back of Dragons and saved the damsel. But then we met the real person…" Hannah paused when she saw her best friend frowning at her. "I-I mean, Harry is a sweet guy, and sure he's handsome and he can fly a broom…"

"But?"

"He can be a moody jerk! You've seen how he treats Hermione!"

"That was before Ron Weasley proved he was a complete asshole! The only reason he ever mistreated Hermione was because Ron Weasley is a jealous git with the emotional range of a teaspoon (A/N: Trademark Hermione Granger). Did you ever see them fight after Neville took Ron's place as their friend?"

Hannah frowned pausing to think. "Well, no, I suppose not."

Susan nodded, looking satisfied. "Thank you."

"But still, you're a beautiful woman Susan, any boy would be thrilled to be your boyfriend, why Harry?"

Susan smiled and blushed. "Thank you," She replied, taking a moment to collect herself. "I don't have a logical reason for it Hannah, I feel drawn to him. I've always felt drawn to him. Yes, ok, I had a crush on the Boy-Who-Lived when I was small, we all did. But then I met him, and he had messy black hair and beautiful green eyes… Even at eleven and scrawny, he was handsome and then he rescued Hermione from a Troll and became the youngest Seeker in a century…"

"Susan, if you fangirl anymore, you're going to need to change your knickers," Hannah observed smirking.

"Hannah!"

Hannah burst out laughing. "What, it's true!"

Susan crossed her arms over her generous chest and huffed. "Even if it is, it's not like you have to say it out loud."

Hannah sighed, reaching out to scoop Susan's hand into her own. "I'm sorry," Susan sighed as well and gave a nod of acceptance. "But Susan, this isn't healthy, you can't pine for Harry Potter the rest of your life. You're only going to get broken-hearted."

"You don't know that," Susan hissed angrily withdrawing her hand and turning away from Hannah.

"No, I suppose I don't, not for sure. But you also can't say for sure, that this will end the way you want," Hannah got up and sat on the bed beside Susan. "You are my best friend; I don't want to see you get hurt…"

Susan nodded, resting her head on Hannah's shoulder. "I know, but I have to try, I need to know. That way at least I won't have any regrets."

"Even if you get your heart broken?"

"Yes."

Hannah huffed in frustration but then grinned. "Ok, but if you do manage to snag the Boy-Who-Lived, I want to hear all the juicy details about naughty time."

"HANNAH!"

*Flashback Ends*

Daphne watched as Harry finally pulled the Mini off the track and back into the garage. She paused for a few moments watching Susan walk back inside and relished the silence before heading in herself.

Daphne joined Susan as they watched Emma and Harry walk up from the garage looking windswept but happy. Emma had an arm around Harry's shoulders as they joined the two girls in the entry hall. Daphne smiled, walking up to brush some hair out of Harry's face. "You've had a busy day."

Harry grinned, grabbing Daphne's hand and kissing it gently before letting go. Daphne blushed but let it pass as Harry spoke. "It was the best, usually," Harry stopped as a small frown passed over his face. "Usually my relatives didn't mark my birthday, but now I get to spend it here with all of you."

"The first of many," Emma assured him.

The five were interrupted by a noise at the door. A flame red-haired girl dragged a raven-haired Japanese boy around the same age as Susan, Daphne, and Harry into the house. "Papa, bist du hier, es ist Asuka und ich haben Shinji mitgebracht." (Dad, are you here, its Asuka and I brought Shinji.)

The girl stopped when she saw the four standing in the entrance hall staring at them. She quickly pulled the boy behind her. "Wer bist du?" (Who are you?) she asked warily.

Harry stepped forward putting himself between his girls and the redhead. "My name is Harry, are you Keifer and Kyoko's daughter?"

"Asuka o ochitsuka se, kikenda to wa omowanai." (Calm down Asuka, I don't think they're dangerous.) The raven-haired boy said in Japanese trying to sooth his companion.

"Orokana Shinji o damara sete, kore o shori sa sete kudasai. Doitsugo o hanaseba, Doitsu ni imasu!" (Shut up stupid Shinji and let me handle this. And speak German, we're in Germany!)

The raven-haired boy sighed. "Ja, Asuka."

"Besser, und ja, ich bin Keifer und Kyoko's Tochter. Das erklärt immer noch nicht, wer du bist!" (Better, and yes, I am Keifer and Kyoko's daughter. That still doesn't explain who you are!)

Harry glanced back at the girls who shrugged in confusion, so he tried explaining himself again. "My name is Harry Potter; my family own this house, and your father works for me."

"Asuka, sie sind Briten, ich glaube nicht, dass sie Deutsch sprechen." (Asuka, they're British, I don't think they speak German.) The raven-haired boy observed.

"Naja, das ist nur doof, jeder sollte Deutsch sprechen." (Well, that's just silly, everyone should speak German.) came the scoffing reply from the redhead.

"Anata ga sō iunara..." (If you say so...) The raven-haired boy replied in Japanese.

"Das habe ich gehört." (I heard that.)

The raven-haired boy grinned and stuck out his tongue in response as the redhead sent him a mocking glare. At the same time, Keifer emerged from the garage. "Asuka, machst du Ärger für Lord Potter?" (Asuka, are you making trouble for Lord Potter?)

"Ich habe keine Probleme gemacht, ich bin gekommen, um dich und Mama zu finden, und diese Leute waren hier." (I wasn't making trouble; I came to find you and Mum and these people were here.)

"Dies ist Lord Potter und seine Familie, bitte seien Sie höflich." (This is Lord Potter and his family, please be polite.)

"Ich bin immer höflich." (I'm always polite.) Asuka replied, ignoring the derisive snort from behind her as she gingerly approached Harry sticking her hand out. "I'm Asuka, Asuka Langley Soyru, charmed huh?"

Harry smiled and scooped her hand up to brush his lips against her knuckles. "It's a pleasure Miss Soyru."

Harry caught the frown that had appeared on the raven-haired boy's face and raised his hands in a placating gesture. He nodded and seemed to relax. Asuka frowned studying Harry's face. "Wait, if you're Harry Potter..."

Harry sighed, reaching to show her his lightning bolt scar when she spoke again. "That means you know Hermione Granger!"

Harry almost laughed, dropping his arm back down to his side. "Hermione is my best friend and my girlfriend. Actually, she's..." Harry answered waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the second-floor library.

"S-she's here?!" Asuka squealed in delight running off upstairs.

The raven-haired boy grinned, shaking his head giving the group a polite bow. "You'll have to forgive Asuka, she's a bit a of a fan of Granger-san. Oh, I'm Shinji Ikari, it's a pleasure to meet you."

This time Harry laughed and waved it away. "It's fine. Actually, it's refreshing to have someone fangirl about Hermione. Usually, they only care about me, well my scar anyway."

Harry saw Shinji's eyes flick momentarily to his hairline but only for a moment. "Yeah, I get that a lot too, but in my case, it's because my Mom is a famous spell..."

"Oh! Your Mom is Yui Ikari, the spell researcher!" Susan gushed happily. "She's done amazing work, and I have all of her books!"

Susan quickly rounded on Harry, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. "Harry, could you send Dobby back to the Bones Manor, it would be so cool to have them all signed... uh, I mean, if that's ok with Missus Ikari of course."

Shinji laughed patting Susan on the shoulder. "It's fine, Mum will be flattered to meet an actual fan. Most of the girls who know who my Mum is only want to hook up with me because my family has money."

As Shinji spoke, Harry led them back out onto the Patio after sending Dobby back to the UK for Susan's requested book, where they sat at a table under an umbrella. "But Asuka is different?" Daphne guessed.

"Yeah, our families have been friends since before I was born. Auntie Kyoko is my godmother, so to Asuka, I'm just stupid Shinji. Her slightly goofy but loveable best friend. To me she's the brilliant light in my life, I don't know what I'd do without her."

Susan, Emma, and Daphne all shared a significant look as Harry blushed. "I feel the same way about Hermione."

"So, if your mother is a famous spell inventor, does that mean you're magical too?" Daphne asked, somewhat bluntly.

Shinji nodded. "That's right, Asuka and I attend the Mahoutokoro School of Magic in Japan, we're just home on summer holidays."

"But, aren't both your families based in Germany, wouldn't Durmstrang or Hogwarts be closer?" Susan asked.

"They are, but Mum didn't like Durmstrang's reputation for producing Dark Mages, and Uncle Keifer has a healthy distrust of Headmaster Dumbledore. And both Mum and Auntie Kyoko wanted us to experience Japanese culture since we'd only ever lived in Germany."

As Shinji finished, Dobby returned levitating Susan's book onto the table in front of said girl. "Dobby be bringing Master Harry Potter Miss Susie's books."

Susan gave the House Elf a bright smile. "Thank you, Dobby."

Eventually, the group re-entered the house and Shinji and Harry were able to pull their respective girlfriends away from the library to eat dinner. It was quickly agreed between the four that Shinji and Asuka would return the next day to hang out after Harry and Daniel finished at the German Grand Prix. By the time they returned to England the four and by extension, the rest of Harry's household had made new friends.

Pottermore, Caithness, Scotland

Wednesday, 31 July 1996

Harry yawned, rubbing his eyes wearily as he traipsed up after returning to the Manor. Tonks was, as always, just a step behind. "Did you enjoy the party, Harry?"

Harry stopped beside the door to his room, turning around to smile. "Yeah, it was great to see Neville smile, he got to celebrate with his parents."

Tonks sighed, ruffling his hair. "That's not what I asked, you goof. I asked if you enjoyed the party. It was your birthday too."

Harry pouted playfully trying to pat down his untameable locks. "I did, but I spent all weekend with my friends and family, and I got to go to the German Grand Prix with Dan. It feels a little selfish to expect everyone to celebrate again."

Tonks groaned, leaning forward to rest her forehead on Harry's chest. "Hermione's right, you're a noble idiot, you're supposed to be selfish on your birthday! It's the one day a year you're allowed to be selfish."

"I guess, I just wanted to spend time with the people I care about,"

Tonks laughed, kissing Harry on the cheek. "Goodnight, my noble idiot."

Harry stood in the corridor, watching Tonks walk away with a smile on his face. "Goodnight Nym."

Platform 9 ¾, Kings Cross Station, London, G.B.

Sunday, 1 September 1996

Harry exhaled, studying the platform, he smiled and nodded at several classmates as they passed by to enter the train. Hermione walked up beside him hooking his arm. "A knut for your thoughts?"

"Hm? Oh, I was just thinking, so much has changed in such a short time…" He explained indicating down at his House ring.

"I'd say most of those changes have been for the better," Hermione commented, pulling him down to kiss him on the lips.

"Oh, definitely," Harry agreed.

"Are you two done making kissy-face?"

Harry sighed. "A responsible owner makes sure their pets are neutered…"

"We should really schedule that," Hermione agreed.

"You wound me, dear lady," Sirius replied covering his heart with his hand, looking stricken.

The two rolled their eyes as they turned around to face the group of friends and family who were gathered behind them. Instead of being embarrassed, Harry doubled down, wrapping his arm around Hermione's waist. Emma shook her head and gathered the two teens in her arms. "Take care of each other."

"Always," They responded as Sirius took his turn, shortly followed by Narcissa, which while slightly uncomfortable was tender and genuine.

The two waited while the Greengrasses, Longbottoms, Bones, Abbots, and Lovegoods, said their goodbyes and then climbed onto the train together. The parents waited as the final whistle sounded, and the Weasley's rushed onto the train. Once it began pulling away, Alice started crying. Frank put his arms around his wife. "It's ok Alice, we'll see him at Christmas."

"I know, it's just so difficult, we only just got him back, and now he's going back to Hogwarts."

Narcissa glanced over at Sirius who was frowning. "You look troubled."

"All five years at Hogwarts, trouble has followed him like an unwanted friend. I'm worried nothing has changed."

"Something has changed Sirius, you're here, Frank and Alice are here. They may be in Scotland, but we're only a Floo call away. Besides, you know better than me, if Harry gets into trouble, Hermione is always there to pull him out of it. If they're together, nothing can stop them."

Harry, Hermione, Daphne, Tracy, Susan, Hannah, Tonks, Luna, Neville, and Astoria walked down the corridor towards the back of the train. Word had gotten around about Harry's confrontation with Nott from the end of Fifth year and was giving his group a wide berth.

Stopping at the far end of the train, they found two almost empty compartment side by side. Harry, Hermione, Daphne, Tonks, and Susan took one compartment while Neville, Tracy, Hannah, Luna, and Astoria took the other. Inside Harry's compartment was an older man dressed in a Hogwarts sweater, untucked shirt and Hufflepuff tie and jeans. The group ignored him for a few moments before he spoke.

"Gees Nym, you get assigned to bodyguard the Boy-Who-Lived, and suddenly you're too good to say hi to your best mate."

Tonks spun around with her wand out only to stow it and squeal in delight rushing into the arms of the man who was now standing. He lifted her into the air and twirled her around, briefly, before putting her back on the ground where she put him in a headlock. "Harry! This is one of my best mates, Nick Carlstrom, we not only went to school together for seven years but we also in Hufflepuff."

"Seven years, seven long years…" Nick commented, wistfully.

"Shut up you," Tonks replied with a grin shoving him back towards his seat.

Nick gave her a grin as he extended his hand for Harry to shake. "It's nice to meet you, Lord Potter, it's good to meet the only person who has ever caused more trouble than me at Hogwarts."

"Oh! So, you're that Nick Carlstrom," Hermione guessed.

"On the nose Miss Granger," Nick replied, tapping his nose for effect.

Harry glanced at Hermione, looking confused. "That, Nick Carlstrom?"

Before Hermione could say anything, the Weasley twins burst into the cabin. "Curse-Breaker!"

The two-gang tackled him and were soon a mess of limbs on the ground as Tonks roared with laughter. They quickly untangled themselves from him and helped Nick to his feet. He gave them both a hug and a smile. "You two look good, damn sight older than the last time I saw you."

"That's because you don't come around to the Burrow anymore," Fred or George, who can tell, replied.

"Yeah, well, your mother is a lovely woman…" Nick began noting but ignoring the huff that came from Hermione. "But she is a tad overbearing."

"That I can agree with," Hermione muttered.

"Yeah, we're still really sorry about her trying to set you up with someone…"

"Bill hit the roof when he heard about that, he knew about you and Penny."

Fred rolled his eyes. "Everyone in the castle knew about you and Penny. Reminds me of another couple…" He cast a smile at Harry and Hermione, who blushed and smile.

"Yeah, well, all good things and all that…" Nick replied, looking down at his shoes.

"Uh, can I cut in?" Harry asked, allowing Nick to walk back to his seat as George nodded. "I thought you two graduated, why are you on the train," a horrifying thought then dawned on Harry. "Merlin, you're not teachers now?"

The twins burst out, laughing at the confused look on the faces of the other teens. "Relax, Harry, not even we would pull a prank that cruel. Mum wasn't happy about us taking your money, even if it was disguised as a loan. She only agreed if we came back to Hogwarts and finished our seventh year and our NEWTs."

"And we must really try this year, not just coast by like we usually do. I think she's onto us tanking our grades."

"You were tanking your grades?!" Hermione and Daphne asked simultaneously looking scandalised.

George shrugged. "Mum would have forced us to take up Ministry jobs if we put the effort in. We've always wanted to open a joke shop; we don't need O's on our OWLs and NEWTs to do that. A's are plenty."

Harry couldn't help but grin at the look Hermione had on her face. Finally, she settled into a scowl shaking her head as she snuggled into Harry's side. He stretched out casually wrapped an arm around Daphne, who rolled her eyes but didn't complain or object when Harry pulled her in close.

Susan looked slightly put out not being able to cuddle Harry too as the Twins retreated and Tonks sat down next to Nick. She tapped his hand. "All good things?"

Nick looked out the window. "After what happened things… things kind of fell apart."

"You could have called, if not me then Rowan, or Charlie, or Bill, hell, even Merula. We're your friends, remember those?"

"I was embarrassed, we were chosen by Alistor, the best of the best and then… and then it happened. I couldn't stop him, and I was too late to help. I didn't know how to cope, and Penny was on the last semester of her potion's mastery. She worked her whole life to reach that point, how could I deny her that… I bottled it up and started drinking when that didn't work. You know the rest…"

Tonks rolled her eyes. "You're supposed to be one of the smart ones. You're not Rowan, but you're close. Penny would have postponed her studies because she loves…"

"Loved."

"Loves you, unlike you, we still talk. I won't tell you what she told me, that's not my business, but you still have a chance, if you try," Tonks finished, emphasising the last part with pokes in the side.

Nick sighed, resting his head on Tonks's shoulder. "I've missed you, Tonks."

"The feeling is mutual."

"Uh, Mister Carlstrom…"

"Nick, or Professor Carlstrom if you prefer Lord Potter," Nick replied with a smile.

"Professor, you're having me on…" Tonks commented.

"Nope," Nick replied with a smug grin.

"McGonagall must be going senile in her old age… which subject?"

"Guess."

Tonks paused for a moment. "Bloody buggering hell…"

"Language Tonks…" Hermione admonished quietly.

"You're the new DADA Professor,"

"Bingo,"

"Wow, they must be desperate..." Tonks commented, poking her tongue out at Nick as he pouted.

"Fine, I'm going to sleep for a while. I'm tired from practice," He said, leaning his head back against the seat, closing his eyes.

"Practice, for what?" Tonks asked.

Nick smiled. "You'll see."

"So, uh, can someone finally explain why Professor Carlstrom is so famous for causing trouble at Hogwarts?"

"Shall I explain, since I was there?" Tonks asked of Hermione, who nodded. Tonks tapped Nick on the leg. "Is that alright with you?"

"Sure, just don't embellish, I'll know," He replied, eyes still closed.

"Spoilsport…" Tonks muttered turning back to Harry grinning. "So, as I said, Nick and I went to Hogwarts together. We were both in Hufflepuff. Nick had an older brother..." Tonks paused, feeling his weight shift beside her. "I don't have to explain this part."

Nick waved his hand. "It's ok, it still hurts, but the story won't make sense without context."

Tonks nodded and went onto explain their new Professor's history at Hogwarts and his connection to the cursed vaults and the death of his brother. At the end, Hermione stared at him incredulously. "You managed to be a Prefect and serve a year's detention?"

Nick shrugged. "I was made a prefect before being given a year's detention by Dumbledore. Professor Sprout stuck up for me and then gave me a bollocking for putting my friends in danger."

"You could have taken me along…" Tonks muttered.

"You didn't need help getting into trouble…" Nick snarked back.

"Still doesn't," Harry observed quietly, but not quietly enough.

"Want to repeat that, Harry?" Tonks asked sweetly.

To Be Continued…

YAY! This chapter is finally over, and I can move on. I had a tough time with this chapter, partly because I got stuck and partly because of outside forces stifling my muse. I hope to get the next chapter out quicker. I apologise if this chapter was a bit wheel spinny, I needed to resolve things in Munich and get them back on the train to Hogwarts. Things will start ramping up the next chapter.

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