Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux

Rattling the snake's cage -Part 1

Arthur and Jean Make Plans. Oh, oh, Las Vegas?

Downstairs, by the fire, a very happy couple was planning a quick Las Vegas wedding. In their opinion, life was too short; they knew what they wanted; and neither wanted just to sleep together.

Arthur had always known most things Muggle were the best, and since the first time he saw her, she had never left his mind. He was lucky to have found great women twice. And Las Vegas sounded to him like a trip to the moon. He wanted to travel the Muggle way and could not wait.

He had to get leave from the Ministry. Or, as they were talking early, he would just quit and not work anymore. They all had enough funds to last them a lifetime and would help with the grandchildren, and maybe have one with Jean. The sky was the limit.

Happy Wolves

Bill and Margie sat outside, in the cold night. The moon was nearly full, and both had the wolf urges starting to flare.

"Do you want to run during the full moon?" Bill asked. Margot smiled, her eyes glowing gold. His teeth gleamed in the dark, and his eyes, also gold, shone with wolfish know-how.

Mommy's day, and Sad Children

It was morning, and Adrian woke up first. As soon as his eyes opened, he remembered, uncovering his soon to be wife, he kissed her belly. He put his ear next to her stomach, felt a soft flutter and a push on his cheek, then a second one, and happy laughter rose to his lips. Yesterday, it had not felt that way; this kick was a strong one.

"Kitten, the tiny flea is up. I felt it twice; a powerful, wicked kick, I did. Let's dance," Hermione was still drowsy and very tired.

"Pucey go away, or I am going to smack you," was her grumpy reply.

With this prompt, Adrian started singing, "Happy day, dear Mommy, happy day to you. He just kicked me. Happy flea-kicking to you," He had a beautiful voice product of years of musical training and was singing as loud as his voice allowed.

"He did, did he? And I missed it, sniff." Hermione pouted.

She was awake seconds later; she was trained with the children, waking up at once. It was a way of life. Besides, she was super-excited. So she jumped out of bed, made a small curtsy, Adrian bowed, held her, and they started waltzing around the room, naked, clothes not necessary.

Kreacher, who was just outside of the room, but who knew if he rushed in the room, he might be greeted with an eyeful of some kind, just popped a tray with two cups of breakfast teas and two glasses of orange juice. There was a small gift-wrapped box, From Kreacher to My Lady.

"Let me open it. I never received a gift from Kreacher." Hermione opened it in a hurry. Inside, she found a small pendant, an unknown symbol, a voice spoke, "Those who wear me will be recognized as one of us."

"Wow, It is warm. Wait, where did it go?"

"There, look at your wrist."

She had a small glowing tattoo, looking like a pendant.

"Powerful elf magic needs to look it up. Kreacher is surprising; you are his lady. Sharing the honor with Wallburga Black." Both laughed, "Now let's get dressed and tell everyone," Adrian proposed, "Princess, afterward we go to my parents. And may I have the boys over? I want to share the news," Adrian had his best-begging face.

"Sure, but you might have to play host. If we are going to Las Vegas tomorrow, we need to get ready. What are we telling the children and Harry?" she asked him, not wanting to ruin the mood. She started walking towards the bathroom.

"Let's go and see Harry first. It was your fault we never made it out the room," Adrian accused her. "But first, let's take a shower; I am going in with you." He smiled impishly, knowing he had been equally at fault, her accomplice.

"Not to ruin the mood, but you should know, I am leaning towards you will only have my babies, Harry, Harry, well, he needs to pay. Think about it. " He thought she had not listened, but he had said it, feeling better for doing so. Judging from her smile, he was right; she'd not heard. He shrugged his shoulders. He would tell Harry. It was more than fair.

"I'll take a shower alone, or we'll never be out—" Outside the door, Teddy was knocking. They could hear Lily crying.

"Mommy, Mommy, open up, is your second birthday day, your real birthday," that was James.

"Get the robes," both Adrian and Hermione smiled, they forgot the children, and they had the children's breakfast cake for them. They had been put to bed before the big celebration, as agreed upon.

In a minute, they were all inside their bed. Teddy, whose hair was a washout green, noticed the TV screen on. "Mommy, what is that?" Teddy said, pointing at the large picture still on.

"Oh, oh," Adrian said.

"Hmm, a baby, a baby that is growing, not ready to be outside the mommy's belly yet,'' Hermione answered.

"So pretty, can you get one?" James asked, his eyes eyeing her suspiciously.

"Err, one day, sure," Hermione answered.

"If you have anodder baby, you won't love us more like Ginny? And why is this not our house?" Lily was now sobbing.

"Of course not, you will all be older brothers and sister; and this is your house," Hermione held Lily close to her. She looked at Adrian, whose eyebrows were knitted, pure anger; something was wrong.

What Teddy told her made Hermione and Adrian mad to no end, "So why was Uncle Ron telling Susi that when you have your real babies with Uncle Adrian, you'll tell Daddy to take us to our house, and she needs anodder job?"

James added, "He tolds her when you have your real babies, we have to go acause my daddy did somephing the most worst."

"When did he say that and where," Adrian was beyond angry. Only a few times, Hermione had seen him this upset. She guessed he was about to make today one of the few times. His hair color had changed. The second time she had seen it, it had streaks of pulsating red, like fire, a manifestation of the dark energy pouring out him.

"A little while ago, outside Lily's room," James answered, and that was when Hermione noticed the tears around James' eyes.

"Mimi, love, stay here with the children. I will be back." Adrian told her.

"Adrian, no, wait, we'll go together," she grabbed his arm.

"No," he bent to pick up his pajama bottoms and changed his mind. With the wand, he cast a spell on both him and Hermione to dress them in house clothes.

"Stay with the children. Today is a joyful day. Why don't you tell them a little about babies, simple explanations okay?"

He raised his eyebrows clownishly, laughing, trying to lighten the mood.

"I will go with you. I am big," Teddy offered.

"No son, you are our oldest son, the big boy, take care of mommy for me, for Daddy Adrian?"

Both James and Teddy caught Daddy Adrian and smiled very happy. It did something strange to his heart; it felt as if someone had pressed his heart and then let it expand. He just loved having all the children around; his parents even said that. What a perfect day or it would be once he fixed up a dissident, a troublemaker.

Adrian, the angry snake, meets 2/3 of the trio-

His first stop was at Harry's room, and who should be knocking at Harry's door, Gabrielle. Adrian had to smile. Poor Harry, how to resist a Veela was Harry's current theme song.

"Good morning Gabrielle. Is Harry in the room?" Adrian asked, looking at her with solicitous eyes.

"Err, not sure. I just wanted to ask him, hmm, if he had seen something of mine. I will come back later," with those words, she ran back to the guest wing.

Adrian whispered thru the door, "Harry, it is fine; she's gone."

Harry came to the door, opened, smirked, and shrugged his shoulders. "A sweet witch, but a pest," his voice lowered to tell him the last words.

"Yup, many of them are. May I come in, I know it is early, but it is important." He was making an effort to appear calm.

A/n well, well. I think that Ron is misbehaving. He might need a heavy dose of AA =Attitude Adjustment. Hmm, one could love Adrian, he is a doll

Harry and Adrian face the past

"Yup, many of them are. May I come in, I know it is early, but it is important."

"Please, but I need to go and get the children. They have to get ready for Hermione's present." Harry told him, moving aside and patted Adrian's shoulder with affection.

"They are all in bed with Hermione, you know they like to come on Sundays, and since today is a personal holiday, they are ours."

They both chuckled at their arrangement; one made to let each of them have a little longer to sleep, every other day. Susi kept track of the days and routed them in the proper direction.

"Harry, in the interest of time, let's sit down, shall we?" Adrian sat in one of the chairs near the bed; Harry took the other and poured a cup of tea for Adrian. He was afraid of what he was about to hear. He had the feeling it was about a big upcoming change. God don't let it be, his hands were unsteady, and he tried to relax.

"Let's get the unpleasant business out the way and put it away for good. I don't want Hermione to have to tell you; after all, she has had too much pain in her short life|, as well as you." He raised his hand to Harry, as in let me talk. Harry sat back and put the cup down before he spilled the tea.

"I am not judging you. Heaven knows what you went through; Mimi has told me about your life with the Dursley Family. I find it amazing you helped them after your aunt's lousy husband died. And the bit of how you were manipulated by that old tyrant Dumbledore; besides, I'm not sure I could have faced Voldemort. We left the country when things got bad. My father comes from a French house, as you know." He never took his eyes off Harry and questioned him with his eyes.

"Yes, I know." Harry almost whispered.

"Hermione told me last night something that broke my heart; I felt bad for both of you. Now that I am so happy, I am sad about what I am about to tell you. It is something that happened long ago." Adrian's face was hard; anyone could have guessed the effort he was making to remain impartial and serene.

Harry's eyes were moist. He knew what Adrian was going to tell him; he felt it on his heart. He had done one wrong thing after the next one. He would come clean, even with something Adrian was sure not to know.

"She is a better witch than I could have ever imagined; she is really the best of them all. And neither one of us deserves her. I, however, would have never betrayed her. Instead, I loved her at first sight, the day we met her running. I broke up with all my past that same day and haven't regretted it, not once."

He paused and walked around the room, he wanted to control the rising desire to hurt Harry, but he had promised his witch. His hand kept going to the pocket where he stored his wand. He breathed deep, twice, and after a couple of minutes, he sat again.

"When she called and told me she had to stay with you, I cried for days; but she said you were her best friend, and she loved you very much, like her brother. That is the reason why I am going to honor her judgment."

Harry's tears were rolling down his cheeks, Adrian had no compassion, the younger wizard needed to face up to his deeds, exorcise the pain; Adrian wouldn't be able to forgive him unless Harry hurt, badly.

Granted that Adrian was an excellent human being, but he was a Slytherin through and through; and Harry had committed a crime against their witch, hence his crime needed a punishment, and he was about to administer what was required.

"When you were out looking for the Horcruxes, you and Mimi comforted each other. The difference was that she was in love with you; and she gave you, even more, she gifted you her innocence."

Adrian whipped, angry tears flooding his eyes. "So you know, it is not that you bedded her; no, it isn't that. I'd probably done the same, except I would have never committed your gravest crime against one like her." By now, dark magic currents ran along with the room.

"Ah, well, Ron came back with news about Ginny, and it all boiled down to your irresponsibility, refusing to meet your obligations, and in your failure to be a gentleman with a precious witch. And for what, for Ginny Weasley, for a witch who was a flirt, and was nothing compared to the one you callously damaged?"

Harry had covered his face; although Adrian could hear his sobs, he could not offer him comfort. He was furious, and, right at that moment, he could have killed Harry for what he had done.

"She, the one who threw away her education, her life to follow you, was terrified and came to your for support and help. She was so young, so alone…Agh, damn, yes, she told you her breasts were tender, and her monthly cycle had failed to show up." Adrian's hands fisted, and the vein in his forehead was visible and throbbing.

"And what was the best friend's reaction? What kind of support did you offer to the witch who gave it all up for you?" He waited for over a minute to see if Harry would offer him a rebuttal or contradict him. After nothing came but more sobs, so he continued.

"Her best friend, the boy-who-lived, the masses' hero, told her that you weren't ready to be a father and that the Muggles had 'solutions' for such a case. I can only imagine the hell she went through. I was asking her to destroy a magical baby when there are so few of us. It is something I will never understand. A child made because she loved you, bloody hell," Adrian stopped again just to breathe deeply. He wanted to kill Harry. In olden times, Harry would be dead.

"What could she do? Well, you counted on that. She absolved you because she wanted you alive to fight that evil git. Therefore, she later told you that she had made a mistake; and I suspect you chose to "believe" her. I have no idea how you could have allowed a pregnant witch to stay with you. You fucking needed her brains, didn't you?"

Adrian stopped. Now he wanted to know. He was full of anger, thinking of his witch, young, pregnant, scared, and alone. Of Harry filled with fear and selfishness; he could have been any young wizard, but never a Pucey, or a Malfoy, or a Flint, or any of his friends. They all had the honor and would have protected their pregnant witch.

His or his friends' parents would have never allowed the endangerment of their grandchild. Even if the mother had been a Muggle-born, he had cousins who were half-blood. A child, whatever the mother was, never killed. Their birthrates were so low that any child was a treasure, and a child of Hermione— damn, even Marcus and others in his class had a crush on her since the Yuletide ball.

Harry knew that he had to answer, and sadly Adrian was part right, but only partly. He wiped his tears with his t-shirt.

A/N who wants an Adrian, so sweet!