Moving Forward ch27
Jeremy Woodward was extremely pleased to hear from Andromeda Tonks. After a year he had assumed she wasn't interested in helping. Her explanation that magic did funny things when blood was taken without the consent of the donor, had made perfect sense. Waiting till the boy Teddy understood the ramifications of giving his blood was smart.
She would bring Teddy back to California in the early spring but she asked that if there was any progress towards a cure that the information be sent to Healer Jacobs at the Garden medical center. As Teddy had a penpal who suffered from lycanthrope and he wanted to be the one to tell her first.
Jeremy had little hope for a cure they were still trying to figure out how the desease/curse worked.
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Lavender was very curious Harry had been spending twelve to eighteen hours a day in the guest house. On two occasions large trucks had come leaving giant crates in the yard. One crate was so large Harry had to vanish a wall to get it inside. That night he'd come in the house covered in grease all the way up to his shoulders. When she asked what he was up to he had just said "Wedding present." And jumped in the shower.
Yesterday a flock of owls flew in and out most of the day and today when she was in the yard she could hear a low kerchunk kerchunk noise coming from inside. This time Harry came into the house with some sticky black goo on his hands, hiding something under his shirt. Now, they had just finished dinner and he was obviously nervous about something.
"Harry, I can tell that you're nervous about something. What are you hiding from me?" She asked with false casualness.
"Two things actually. I've retired from professional quidditch. Next year I'll be teaching part-time at Hogwarts…"
"Why would you quit you love quidditch?" She asked.
"I made the decision before you told me about the baby but since we had planned to start a family I wanted to be home at night. Besides I have wanted to teach since the D.A. in fifth year. As for the second thing I'm hiding."
He slid a glossy magazine across the table. At first she thought it was muggle made but the photograph on the cover moved. Across the top it read Fashion Monthly. She skimmed through it. There were articles written by witch weekly reporters she liked. Fashion tips for teen girls, 'How to show off your figure without showing skin'. A four page article on muggle maternity wear that would soon have Harry taking her to the mall. Near the back was a picture of Harry in his tuxedo and over robes looking absolutely dreamy. The accompanying article was about mixing muggle and wizarding menswear and written by her soon to be husband.
"Look on page four." He said smiling.
She flipping to the page. 'Owner and editor Lavender Potter.'
She looked at Harry before tearing up.
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Hermione was frantic. Harry had come to take her to lunch as he often did. She had been absolutely thrilled with news of a baby Potter on the way. She was even more pleased and touched when he asked her to be godmother to his first born. Then after a lovely lunch filled with joyous good news the insufferable bastard casually mentions he started a fashion magazine as a wedding present for his wife and needs standardized advertising contracts. 'Oh yeah Hermione I just need you to do fourteen hours of work before my wedding in three days. Love you. Mother fucker!' she thought.
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George had woken from his coma and told what had happened. His mother had been banned from visiting after her hysterics upon learning what had happened to both her sons. Arthur was there however when Harry arrived.
Arthur had been apologetic about Ron's behavior and told Harry not to expect Molly at his wedding. Apparently mutilating one of her sons was a step to far for the Weasley matriarch. Forget that he had literally just killed his own brother, Harry was the bad guy. No wonder Ron had turned out like he had.
Harry quickly left after a few words with George.
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Mitchell had planned the perfect stag party for Harry. Harry and guests were on a fishing boat just off the coast of Sicily. They had two coolers of beer, a cooler of ice and another of bait. They told stories, had a few more beers than was strictly healthy and fished. Harry spent two hours fighting a one hundred and fifty pound swordfish into the boat. After taking a picture with it, the boat's cook took it below deck to prepare it for a barbecue on the beach.
Harry was the only one with the presence of mind to cast a cushioning charm and bug repelling ward before passing out on the sand. He was also the only one not nursing sand fly bites in the morning.
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The portrait of Albus Dumbledore watched as Minerva McGonagall got ready to attend her third Potter wedding. He never would have suspected Harry would have been marrying Miss Brown. He doubted few would. Most bets had been on Miss Granger or Miss Weasley. Some silly people had claimed he would marry Miss Chang or Miss Greengrass but he never once saw Miss Brown's name in the betting pool.
He had seen Draco Malfoy's name on a few sheets, Severus Snape once or twice as odd Lord Voldemort. What a horrific match those would be. To think of an abused boy like Harry ever allowing himself to be the submissive in a sexual relationship, especially with a man was laughable. Silly teen virgins with no understanding of human psychology, that's the only people that would believe that.
Gay relationships are like a good friend, you have sex with. Gay men, date men because they are attracted to men. Why do so many people believe that one always has to act the the substitute for a woman? Guys make fun of eachother as a way on bonding. He and Gellert had made fun of each other so hard occasionally one of them would cry. Winner got to top that day. When it comes to male friends the old saying "If you have nothing nice to say… I want to spend time with you." Was almost always accurate.
"Please send Harry and Miss Brown my best wishes Minerva." The portrait announced.
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A/N: Wedding is next chapter. It should be up tomorrow. Thanks for the reviews.