Author's Note: So I'm not sure why, but I always feel compelled to apologize for the smutty chapters, lol This one is a doozy. But a lot plotty, emotional things as well. One more update before the new year, yeah? Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 60: The Power of Three


"The Ophidian Armilla can join three souls that are only at ease and equal with each another – a state known as true grace. When true grace has been achieved, then and only then, will the bracelets work as designed and connect the Three of One. Contrary to popular belief, each bracelet's eye is not set and will only turn colors when the choice has been decided within the heart of the one they have been meant for. They stand for each representation of the body, mind, and spirit.

The union of three like-minded individuals is strong- representing the beginning, the middle, and the end. Each bracelet will allow a unique offering from each individual to fully form as a whole. It is also believed that once the Three of One has truly been achieved each soul is now joined – bonded – until death. The effect is irreversible and therefore, should not be taken lightly. However, it must be noted here that the rare occurrence of this particular aspect of the bracelets is quite difficult to achieve. The bracelets will still work with a lesser connection, although some properties of the bracelets may never be fully utilized. If the Three of One is achieved and then consummated – then the possibilities of the Armilla's power to protect and defend has been rumored to be unprecedented.

The One to wield the bracelets as Three will be given the control and strength to do as she or he sees fit – each soul joined within the confines of the Armilla will continue to channel their power together into the One so that he or she may use what it needs to survive.

Harry scratched a few notes on his parchment and frowned at them. He had once watched Uncle Vernon put together a stereo component for Dudley when he was younger. There had been gears and screws and everything else strung around his Aunt Petunia's usually very clean sitting room for a whole day while Vernon tried to figure how everything fit together. Harry remembered looking at the instructions once himself and had the same sort of mystified feeling within him then that he was feeling now. It all sounded like absolute codswallop to him. But, if Dumbledore and Aberforth believed the bracelets would help him, then Harry would use them. If it also meant he could protect not only Ginny but Brogan as well, then doubly so.

He stretched and glanced over at Ginny, who was still reading the Copulatus book with a rather focused look on her face. Brogan was resting his head on his arm, half-slumped over the table, dejectedly staring off to the side. Ron and Hermione had left over an hour ago. They were now at the dining table again, having felt as though the library was too big for just the three of them. The whole house was too big for them, to be honest, but Harry also thought that they would be able to tell when Dumbledore returned to his portrait if they were closer to the room near the kitchen.

Harry frowned at Brogan as he watched him – he could feel nothing of the other man's feelings, which bothered him far more than it should have. He realized he was so used to feeling both Brogan and Ginny now that it felt as though he were missing a limb, almost.

Harry shook himself and figured they needed another break and stood suddenly, causing Ginny to glance up at him. Brogan didn't move at all.

"I'm going to uh, scope out the bedrooms, I guess. Find a nice comfortable bed we can hole up in tonight. Anyone with me?"

Ginny shook her head. "I'm almost done with this section. Let me finish it here, or otherwise, you'll distract me, I can just tell, Harry." She gave him a small smile as her eyes met his.

He gave her what he hoped was an innocent look and then glanced at Brogan. Harry sighed inwardly at the lack of reaction from the other man. Brogan was shielding himself – Harry could feel nothing except a vague sense of sorrow. Ginny had warned him not to push Brogan until their friend was ready, but the moping and the lack of sensing their friend's emotions was driving Harry a bit spare.

He decided to try the direct approach. "Brogan? Care to join me?"

"No," Brogan answered, not even turning his head.

"Er, what if I said it wasn't really a request?"

Brogan did turn his head at that and frowned at them. "You're going to force me to join you?"

"Well, no, not force, but…Hell! Brogan! Come off it! Snap out of this!" Harry hated to raise his voice, but he was rather tired of the other man's lack of reaction to things. And if Harry were honest with himself, he was mostly tired by Brogan's lack of response to him, especially.

"Harry!" Ginny exclaimed, a warning tone in her voice.

"What?" Harry said, turning to her. "I can't take all this moping!"

Ginny merely raised her eyebrow at him, and Harry felt his skin heat as he realized that more times than not, it was mostly him that was doing the moping or brooding. Suddenly, the irony of the situation was not lost on Harry. He sighed, feeling absolutely lost and gazed at Brogan again. He tried to put everything he was feeling into one word.

"Please?"

Brogan eventually made a face and then stood up, nodding at him as though Harry had just asked him to clean the bathroom floor with a toothbrush. Ginny gave him another cautionary look as Harry abruptly turned and headed down the hallway towards the living quarters of the residence. He knew Brogan was following him rather unhappily, but at least, finally, he was moving and showing some signs of life.

The first room they found was small, with only a double bed in it. It was done in a bland sort of tone – beige pillows, tan comforter on the bed, and a few paintings of rather dull looking seascapes on the walls. Harry assumed that the room had been used for someone whom no one really cared for.

The next room was better, with a queen-sized bed, and it was done in dark blues and greens. It had a homier feel than the first. There was a desk and a small bookcase as well. The third room was the best in Harry's eyes – there was a giant king-size bed with a canopy. It was also the only room so far that had a window showing the ocean. There were two desks, and this one appeared to have a connecting bath and shower. He went to the bed and sat down. Brogan paused in the doorway, not looking at him. Harry watched him for a moment. Now that he had them here, he unsure of how to proceed.

"Brogan," Harry finally murmured, pleading silently with him in his head to help him out with this part. Harry wasn't an Empath but Brogan bloody well was, and Harry wanted, no, needed him to open himself up again.

The other man sighed and came into the room, finally sitting next to him on the bed. Harry turned and studied his profile for a moment. The problem was, Harry thought, was that he could completely understand how Brogan felt. Harry could remember the betrayal he had felt when Dumbledore had first told them about the spell. But Harry also knew, without a doubt, that Brogan was not under the same spell. He just…knew it. Like the way he had known that he loved Ginny for being Ginny, not because of a spell. And even if Dumbledore had made Brogan a part of their compulsion, Harry knew that it only made them closer in the end. He tentatively reached out and took Brogan's hand into his and squeezed it.

Brogan looked down and didn't say anything, frowning as he closed his eyes. Harry then felt a wave of sadness coming from the other man. It was almost heartbreaking. But at least it was better than not feeling anything at all. Feeling a bit brave, Harry reached up and touched the other man's hair, running his hands through it and then gently cupping his face.

"We are not being forced to be with you. Do you hear me? We are not suffering from some magical compulsion."

"Yeah? And how do you know?" Brogan asked, his eyes opening as he turned to look at him.

"Because it just…it feels different. I can't really explain it. With Ginny, there is…there is how much we love each other and want to be with each other and then with the spell, it becomes…a need that has to be met. Sometimes, it's a desperate, hungry need until we can be with one another, and it feels like we're about to go crazy if we don't touch. But our feelings for you are genuine, Brogan. There is nothing desperate or compulsory about it. It's desire, as plain and as complicated as that is."

Brogan stared morosely at the floor. "I should have known. There has to be a spell on me, Harry, come on. Why else would you two even… want to be with me? It has to be a spell. He did it to make sure I kept connecting you two. That's what he wanted. We all know it. The ironic part is, is I would have done it regardless, if he'd just asked me. I know the two of you are more important than I will ever be. I'm nothing."

"Shut up," Harry said forcefully, using his hand to turn Brogan's head sharply so that they were facing each other. He waited until Brogan's eyes met his, the other man's sadness clear in his eyes. Harry wasn't sure which made him angrier – the fact that Brogan couldn't conceive of he and Ginny wanting him without a spell or the fact that he just didn't get how much the two of them had come to care about him, even after everything they had experienced together.

"That's not true, and somewhere deep inside of you, you know it. You've felt us, Brogan. You know us. Our hearts. You just don't want to let yourself hope. I can tell. I can feel it. Stop getting lost inside your self-pity and feel your own feelings, Brogan. You're a bloody Empath, and you should be able to feel the truth without me pounding it into you. This is not a spell."

Brogan tried to pull his head away, but Harry wouldn't let him, and maybe he was rougher than he should have been, but he didn't care. He brusquely kissed the other man, daring him to argue with him. Harry shifted and used his strength until the other man was lying back on the bed. Harry put everything he was feeling into his kisses, and finally, after feeling nothing in response, he sensed a tiny spark of desire from the other man as Brogan started kissing him back. Harry used his position to straddle him, and he made sure that Brogan could feel how much he wanted him.

"I'll shag you into this bed all night if that's what it takes, Brogan," Harry whispered, moving his mouth up and down the other man's neck. Harry let his hands roam as well, tugging and pulling at Brogan's clothes. Brogan grunted and then finally moaned after Harry planted what he considered a particularly blazing kiss near his ear, and the other man turned his head, capturing Harry's mouth. They fought for dominance, as they always did, and Harry let himself be turned over until Brogan was looking down at him. His eyes were dark and stormy blue and full of unbroken passion. They were each breathing in big gulps of air.

"This. Feeling. Is. Not. A. Spell," Harry said again, looking up at him. "And if this is what you need to believe that it isn't, then take me, Brogan. Right now, on this bed. This is about you and me. I'm offering myself to you because…because…" Harry faltered, but then felt his determination to make Brogan understand grow inside him. "Because, I'm in love with you. And if you think some bloody spell can do that to me without me knowing it, then you really haven't been paying attention. And you really don't know me at all."

Brogan's expression slowly changed from a heated desire to a hopeful wonder as he lowered his head down. Harry's words finally seemed to have sunk in. He sat back, his eyes searching Harry's for the longest time, as though still trying to find the lie. Brogan blinked slowly at him, his expression utterly astonished. "You fucking amaze me, Harry Potter."

Harry pulled him into his arms and held him as tightly as possible. He wasn't sure who was more shaken up by his admittance, to be honest. Brogan murmured something and then kissed him softly. Harry sighed, hoping he had finally convinced the other man that his feelings were genuine and not because of a bloody fucking spell.

"I almost hate to interrupt, but do you have room for one more in here?" Ginny asked as she came into the room. As she reached the bed, she touched them, and their connection kicked into life. Harry relaxed because he could now feel Brogan again as the other man stopped shielding his emotions. Ginny made a soft noise when she noticed it as well. It was a sigh of relief, and Harry knew she must have been hating not being able to feel him as much as he had. Ginny met his eyes and she smiled in understanding.

Harry touched Brogan's face. "Don't ever do that again. Don't cut us out. We don't deserve it."

Brogan sat back and sighed. "No, what you don't deserve is to feel the ugliness inside me sometimes."

Ginny touched his arm and climbed onto the bed, settling on Brogan's lap. She used her hands to wrap his arms around her middle, sighing into the embrace. "You are not ugly inside, Brogan. You're just a human being. You give both of us plenty of allowances. How about you give yourself some, too?"

Brogan rested his head on Ginny's back, closing his eyes. Harry and Ginny gazed at each other in silent communication. Harry knew she wasn't jealous or feeling left out. As always, Ginny had understood him better than he had understood himself, and she had known what he'd needed to do. What he had needed to offer. And what Brogan had needed to hear.

"I love you so much, Gin," Harry murmured, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. She was so bloody brilliant. He leaned forward and kissed her as she threw her arms over his shoulders. He rested his head against hers and felt her emotions mingle with his. She was proud of him. Ginny turned so that she could look at Brogan, touching him gently on the cheek until he met her eyes.

"You know, it goes for me too, what Harry said. If you need to have us both at your mercy to fully comprehend that we really love you, you idiot, then so be it. Spell or no spell, Brogan. You're here because we want you here."

Brogan didn't say anything, but he touched her chin, rubbing his thumb gently across her lips. He lifted his eyes from hers to meet Harry's, a small remnant of disbelief still within them. Harry moved forward and kissed his way around Ginny's neck, lifting her hair out of the way. He was done talking. Ginny gave him a knowing smile as their eyes met again.

"I think we all have far too many clothes on," she declared, catching Harry's mood. The sound of playfulness in her voice suddenly affected the two men. They both smiled at each other and they all moved off the bed, the offending garments in question getting tossed to the floor. Ginny laughed at the mess they'd made and sat back down on the bed, pulling Harry with her, while holding onto Brogan.

Harry moved his mouth slowly up to her ears, kissing and nipping his way. He whispered a suggestion to her and she nodded in agreement. Brogan was still standing and Harry cast a cushioning charm for her. Ginny went down on her knees in front of the other man, letting her hands travel up over his thighs. Harry could recognize her blazing look and felt the warm heat of it flash through him.

Brogan moaned quietly as she took him into her mouth, his hand gently moving to the back of her head. Harry watched them for a moment and then went to stand behind the other man, touching him every place he could reach. He moved his hands down the flatness of Brogan's stomach, feeling the muscles contract as they moved down even lower. Harry brought his hands to Brogan's hips, digging his fingers in, and Brogan threw his head back, groaning. He made sure to rub against him with his body, so the other man could feel how hard he was. Harry stroked himself as he cast the cleansing and lubrication spells and moved his hand down. He teased Brogan with his fingers as he nipped at his shoulder, causing the other man to turn his head. The desire was apparent on his face. Ginny made a sort of approving humming noise, and they both turned to look down at her as she removed her mouth.

"Brogan, why don't you turn a bit and rest your arms on the bed. Don't worry, I'll stay down here," she said when he started to protest. They all shifted, and when they were in position again, Harry widened Brogan's stance with his own leg as the other man leaned forward. Oh, yes, this was much better, Harry thought. He flashed a satisfied smile down at Ginny, who was starting to use her mouth again. Her brown eyes sparkled at his for a moment, and then she returned her attention to the matter at hand, and Harry knew that was his cue.

No longer content to tease, he used a finger to prepare Brogan's body, and the other man hummed loudly as Harry dragged his other hand across his stomach to his hip. Harry placed a kiss at the base of Brogan's neck.

"Feel this. Believe in it," Harry murmured. "Believe in us." He moved his fingers in and out until he felt the other man start to tremble and knew he was ready. Casting the lubrication spell once more, this time on himself, Harry pulled back and then slid forward, unable to keep his fingers from digging into Brogan's hip. The other man let out a half-growl of pleasure and bowed his head. Harry looked down to make sure Ginny was still all right, and she nodded as she brought her mouth all the way up. Her tongue playfully curled around the head of Brogan's shaft as her eyes watched them.

She lowered her mouth back down as Harry finally entered him, and Brogan's legs shook in response. Harry knew the other man was already close and wanted to make it as enjoyable as possible for him. He pulled Brogan against him, their bodies meeting with an almost artless slapping noise.

"Oh, God," Brogan breathed out, his voice ragged with need. Harry positioned himself to go deeper, but moved gently, not wanting it to be too much. Brogan answered his thrust with a pushback of his own, and Harry suddenly knew he was okay with a bit more raggedness. Back and forth, Harry set a steady pace with the other man, and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the sensations. He put everything he was feeling into his touch and heard the other man moan in response. Harry felt Brogan's body tremble and then inexplicably tighten around his. Harry gasped as Brogan then sank forward slightly and heard Ginny finishing him off. She shifted out from under them and sat on the bed.

"Hey, you two, look at me," she ordered, her own voice thick with yearning. They both moved their heads up, and when she made sure she had their attention, she slipped her hand between her legs, laying back so they could watch her pleasure herself. Her breasts were rosy peaks that called to him, and Harry swallowed roughly, imagining them in his mouth. He saw Brogan watching her, his bottom lip between his teeth as though holding back. Harry saw his hands flex on the bed underneath them and heard him whisper the word 'more'. Harry wasn't sure if Brogan meant him or Ginny, so he started moving a bit faster, pushing in deeper.

Ginny reached out and lifted Brogan's hand, linking her fingers with his. Both men watched her as she gave herself over to the pleasure they were creating, and her body flushed as her back arched. Harry knew she was about to come, he could smell the full scent of her arousal, and it was driving him crazy. His own movements were becoming more erratic, and he felt his body gathering for release. Brogan was moaning, his body shaking at each thrust, and when Harry exploded a moment later, they both growled. It was animalistic and guttural and entirely male. Brogan fell forward, swearing, and the movement forced Harry to go with him.

They were a tangle of body parts as they landed on Ginny's legs, and she smirked over at them as they disengaged from each other. Harry crawled up the bed towards her and kissed her, needing to taste her – all of her. He flung off his glasses and lowered his head to her body. Harry finally closed his mouth around one of her nipples, and she moaned, her hands already in his hair. He suckled the other breast and then quickly moved his way down her stomach.

Harry wanted her panting and screaming his name. He hooked one of her legs around his shoulder, and then before she could get ready, he closed his mouth around her clit. She bucked almost immediately, and Harry tasted the sweetness of her on his tongue – she was already aroused from her own fingers and that excited Harry even more. He lapped at her, breathing in the musky, yet heavenly scent of her. God, he loved the way she smelled. Ginny's body was like honey to him, and he selfishly wanted it all. He started moving his fingers in and out of her as he licked and teased her and was rewarded with her breathing out his name as her fingers tightened almost painfully in his hair.

When she came, it was with an outpouring of sweetness in his mouth, and she writhed underneath him, but he would not let her go. She called out his name as her legs closed around his head, and Harry reveled in it, feeling her under him, around him, within him. Her pleasure was coursing through all of them, and only when he heard her begging him to stop did Harry finally pull away.

He let her legs fall down beside him, and she whimpered, her hand thrown over her over eyes, chest still heaving. Harry glanced at Brogan, who had been watching, resting against the pillows. He handed Harry his glasses, and Harry thanked him.

"There is nothing better than that. I love watching you two love each other," Brogan murmured, touching them. Ginny finally sat up and moved closer to them.

"I feel much the same way, you know," she said, resting her head on Brogan. Harry sighed and turned to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, feeling utterly relaxed and unbelievably happy. He felt open and full of so much…feeling. He felt as though that not only had they gone over an important stumbling block for the three of them but they had also just crashed right through it and pulverized it.

A moment later, and he was being pulled towards the other two, and he laughed as they both wrapped themselves on either side of him. Ginny kissed his chest, her hand playing in the hair that traveled from his stomach to his groin. He noticed Brogan was half-up for whatever was next. Harry kissed the top of the other man's head.

"My offer still stands," he said quietly, needing to be understood. "If you want me, I'm yours." Brogan looked at him, blue eyes wide with affection.

"I know, and I thank you, but..I'm okay right now. I just want to feel the both of you."

"Oh, damn, I wanted to see if you have a commanding look too," Ginny joked, flashing them a cheeky grin.

Harry laughed and shook his head at her. He tilted his head towards Brogan, and she nodded in reply. She reached across him and pulled Brogan to her.

"Hi," she said, kissing the other man. "I know I'm not Commander Potter, but will I do?"

Brogan put his hand over hers. "There's no competition, Gin. And yes, you'll do in a hundred, million fucking ways."

"Hmm," Ginny murmured, kissing him again. Harry watched and sighed, placing a hand on each other them. The way they gave to and loved each other filled him with immense peace.

"Why don't you two let me watch this time?" he asked softly when they broke apart.

Brogan was nodding before Harry had even finished speaking and was pulling Ginny to him, wrapping his arms around her. Harry watched as they tangled together, with Brogan finally ending up on top. The other man took Ginny's hands and pulled them together, holding them above her head. He kissed her and then settled in between her legs, their bodies ready. Brogan gazed at Ginny, and then they both turned their heads to look at him, and Harry felt his breath catch. Ginny arched and threw her head back as Brogan entered her, and they moved together, their bodies meeting, slowly at first. Brogan kept a firm hold on her hands and used his lower body strength to push all the way into her.

Harry felt his own reaction and took himself in hand, lazily stroking up and down as he watched them. Brogan was moving with a slow and almost torturous pace, and Harry knew Ginny was dying for him to move faster. She wrapped her legs high around his back, her heels digging in. Harry smirked and had to admire the other man's patience. She pushed herself up against Brogan, her breasts taut with desire, and Harry knew he would not be so patient himself.

Finally, Brogan released her hands and shifted, pulling back so he could move his hips better. Harry felt the need to join in and touched them both, kissing Brogan first and then Ginny. She moaned as Brogan moved his hips in a circular motion, teasing her before settling into a quick rhythm. Harry kissed her again and let his hands fumble into her hair. Ginny moaned when they broke apart, her eyes full and dark. Harry knew then what she wanted.

He rested on his knees so that she could take him with her mouth and let his head roll back, welcoming the sensation of her loving. Ginny's mouth was like the softest, wettest silk around him. Brogan touched him on the shoulder, and Harry turned to look at him, leaning in so that they could kiss. Brogan let his hand linger on Harry's body, and then he turned back to Ginny. He pulled back and moved her legs to rest upon his shoulders as he started thrusting harder. She moaned, her mouth still around Harry, and the vibrations felt so good it made him shake. The three of them moved together, each loving the other until Harry felt Brogan go first – his body shaking forward, meeting with Ginny's in a rush of limbs. Ginny barely missed a beat as her own release tore through her, groaning with Harry still in her mouth. He grunted, shallowly thrusting and let her control the depth. His hand moved to her head only to hold her hair out of the way. A few more minutes and Harry came, his release quick but pleasurable. He leaned forward, over Ginny, letting her finish him, her mouth sweet and hot against his body. They all collapsed together, with Brogan and Harry ending up side by side as Ginny lay across them, breathing deeply.

"Fuck me," Brogan mumbled, and Harry croaked out a laugh.

"I just did, actually. Now I definitely need some downtime," he murmured back, and Ginny giggled. They shifted until she was in between them, and Harry rested his head on hers.

"I knew you could do it if you put your mind to it," she whispered at him, and Harry yawned as he removed his glasses again.

"Do what?"

"Get through to him. Make him see reason."

"Oh, that. It was nothing. Just had to snog his pants off and bugger him to death."

"I'm right here, you know," Brogan mumbled sleepily.

"Yes, we know, and we're glad," Harry mumbled back and pulled Ginny closer to him. "Love you."

They both answered in kind, and Harry relaxed, letting his exhaustion pull him under.

o-o-o-o-o

Brogan wasn't sure how long he slept, but it probably wasn't enough. He glanced at Harry and Ginny and smiled. They were wrapped around each other in the way that only couples who were used to sleeping together for long periods could be – still, Harry's hand was possessively flung across Brogan's chest, as though even in sleep, he hadn't wanted him to feel left out.

He slowly lifted Harry's hand and kissed the other man's fingers. He chided himself for his romantic notions as he slipped off the bed. Not wanting to let Ginny feel left out, even while she slept, Brogan bent down and kissed the side of her face. She sighed as she snuggled closer to Harry's warmth and he pulled the blanket around her. He figured out which clothes were his and moved to the loo. He rested the pile of clothes on the counter and stared at himself in the mirror. Brogan hadn't been doing too great at being a grown-up the last 8 hours, he knew. The deal he'd made with himself over Ginny's pregnancy needed to be reinforced, apparently. But ever since he'd found out about the possibility of the spell… he frowned and cut his thoughts off before they could start up again.

He threw some cold water on his face and then used some in his hair to conform it to some sort of style. He opened a few of the drawers and found a full set of combs and even a razor. After a quick pass with each, he felt a little bit better and pulled his shirt over his head. Once he was presentable, Brogan quietly made it to the hallway, closing the bedroom door behind him. He headed towards the kitchen and looked into the supplies Lupin had left them, spying the coffee gear thankfully. He retrieved his wand from the table and tapped the kettle, and started preparing things for a quick pour-over.

About three minutes later, Brogan sighed as he sipped at the rather strong, black coffee he had just made. He knew he would probably regret it later, but he didn't care. There were some things that one needed to be fortified for. He took his cup over to the window and stared out at the dark view. He could just make out the water churning and figured it was most likely still nighttime, as no hint of the morning could be seen on the horizon yet.

Slipping his wand into his back pocket, Brogan washed out his coffee stuff and grabbed the Copulatus book from the table where Ginny had left it. He headed into the room off the kitchen and used his wand to turn on the lights. As he had thought, Dumbledore had indeed returned. The portrait was feigning sleep, his feet displayed elegantly out in front of him. Brogan closed the door behind him and walked towards the portrait.

He stared at it until the portrait gave a small flinch, and then made a big show out of yawning and then stretching. Dumbledore's eyes were bright and blue behind his half-moon spectacles and not sleepy in the least, so Brogan wished he would cut the theatrics already.

"Ah, Mr Caley."

"Dumbledore."

"I'm sorry I missed you earlier. Is Harry with you?"

"He's asleep, and so is Ginny," Brogan added before the portrait could open his mouth. Dumbledore gave him a calculating look. When Brogan refused to look away, Dumbledore sighed and then folded his hands in front of him.

"Ask your questions."

"We found this." Brogan held up the book so the portrait could read it. "And I just want to know, did you cast any spells on me like you did to Harry and Ginny? Am I part of the compulsion?"

The portrait frowned and didn't say anything at first, resting his fingers upon his chin. Brogan bided his time, knowing that not reacting was the best course to follow when dealing with the portrait, as it had often been the best way to respond to the man himself.

"How close have you grown to Harry and Ginny, exactly?" The portrait finally asked, the tone in his voice implying everything and yet still, nothing. Brogan stayed deadly calm inside.

"What possible reason could you have, as a portrait, to keep the truth from me now?" Brogan eventually asked. He closed the book and set the book on the desk. He glanced back up at the portrait. "I can do that, too, you know."

"Do what, Mr Caley?" Dumbledore asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Answer a question with a question. It's a great deflection tool, I know. But I am not leaving until you answer me. And questioning me about my relationship with Harry or Ginny will not get you the reaction you want, so may as well just tell me."

The two stared at each other – portrait to man – for many minutes. And just when Brogan was about to sigh, look away, do something, anything else – the portrait of Albus Dumbledore did the unthinkable. He slumped into his chair.

"I am sorry, Brogan. My human counterpart was most adamant about explaining some things. He did not wish for you to know that…he had considered including you in the Copulatus. Not at first, but later, after the three of you appeared to remain connected. He toyed with the idea, but in the end…he did not cast the variation of the Copulatus for Three. You are free from any such compulsion. If you feel a desire for them, and they for you, it is of your own free wills."

Brogan swallowed roughly. He had wanted to believe that Harry was right, but still…he had needed to know for certain. He sat down in front of the desk, feeling his stomach still churning with disbelief. He didn't know how long he sat there until he heard Dumbledore calling his name.

"I'm…I'm sorry. I…was absorbing what you told me."

"I take your relief to mean that that three of you have…"

"It's off-limits to you," Brogan said, more forceful than he wanted and cringed when he saw the spark in the portrait's eyes.

"Well. Well," Dumbledore said, looking amused for a moment. But when he returned his gaze to him, he gave Brogan a somber look. "You know your connection will only strengthen Harry when the time comes."

"Yeah, and it may kill us if something goes wrong, too. Aine's prophecy is particular about someone repaying her gift."

"That would be the problem with prophecies, yes. And old, powerful beings who grant powers. There is always a catch I have found."

Brogan looked at the portrait and sighed. "I had already decided…that is, before…that I would be the one repaying her gift. It seems right as her descendant, wouldn't you agree?"

The portrait nodded thoughtfully at him. "Yes, there is a certain…symmetry to it. But Harry has told me already that the portrait at Black Castle has changed and is now blank. Surely you must understand what that means, Brogan."

"It means that Ginny has been released from her obligation, and Aine has accepted me in her stead."

Dumbledore shook his head. "No, if that were entirely true, then your image would have been on the painting this time. No. What I think it means is that the future is a tricky thing, and whatever we think we know will happen, most likely won't."

"Oh, brilliant," Brogan muttered, and he saw the portrait give him a kind look.

"Brogan, since the first time we met, I have always been impressed with your intelligence and your devotion to what you believe is right. My alive self believed in you to do the right thing. I think you should trust in that."

"What if what my heart wants and what my mind wants are two different things?"

"Then, that will make for an interesting decision."

"I was afraid you were going to say something like that."

"I am but a mere amalgam of my real-life counterpart's personality with a bit of magic in the paint. I must play true to type, do you not agree?"

Brogan shook his head at Dumbledore and sighed. "Is there anything of use to get out of this book?"

"Has Miss Weasley finished with it?"

Brogan wondered how the portrait had known that Ginny was the one most interested, but then he considered that Dumbledore had probably known Harry to be less inclined to study up on it.

"I'm not sure, but I thought I could just ask you and save her some time."

The portrait chuckled. "What I told them about the Copulatus Spell still holds true. It does not bring out anything that is not originally there and that is the most important aspect for them to know."

Brogan nodded absentmindedly. He finally looked at the portrait again. "Do you truly believe that Harry is going to win?"

"Yes. He will face his destiny as he has faced everything else in his life – with heart, bravery, and stubborn righteousness. And I believe the universe will reward his endeavor by finally allowing Harry to live a full and rich life as a normal wizard. He has had a lifetime of darkness in only 17 years of life. I dare say he deserves something better."

"You cared about Harry a great deal, didn't you, Professor Dumbledore?" Brogan finally asked.

The portrait bowed his head. "I did. And I hope one day he can forgive me for any wrongs I may have done on his behalf."

Brogan wasn't sure that he really wanted to know what the portrait meant by that and got up to leave. He turned at the door and gazed at the portrait one last time.

"Thank you," Brogan said. "Thank you for being honest with me and, I reckon, thank you for not casting the spell to force us together."

The portrait looked at him over his half-moon spectacles and then nodded. He settled back in the chair again and closed his eyes. Brogan knew he was being dismissed. It was odd how a portrait could do that to a person, he thought. He closed the door behind him and wondered what he should do – the coffee was still humming through his veins, and he didn't think he would be sleepy for a while. Sighing, he headed towards the library, thinking he might as well make himself useful.

o-o-o-o-o

"Hmm," Ginny stretched and opened her eyes, becoming aware of two things simultaneously– one, it was still very early morning, and two, Harry was being very naughty with his hand between her legs.

She watched as he tried to focus his eyes at her, a drowsy smirk on his face. "About time you wake up to my efforts. I was starting to think I'd lost my touch." And, to prove his point, he sped up the action of his thumb, and Ginny shuddered.

"You could have tried actually waking me up, you git," she said, turning and putting her arms around him. He nuzzled her neck, leaving light kisses along her jawline.

"Much more fun this way," Harry murmured. He shifted, and she felt his hardness rubbing against her stomach.

"Where's Brogan?" she asked, looking around and seeing that they were alone.

"Hmm, I think he got up in the middle of the night. He can join us if he wants, but I don't feel like moving out of this bed to find him."

Ginny chuckled as he pushed forward with his hips, and her legs opened, allowing him more access. He gazed at her as he turned them over, settling into the crook of her body, his green eyes growing darker as he looked at her.

"You always look so beautiful in the morning," Harry murmured, lowering his head to kiss her. "How do you do that?"

Ginny shifted, and Harry entered her, both of their bodies knowing the way almost by instinct now. She sighed as they joined and reached up to brush his hair off his face.

"You don't have your glasses on, love, so that compliment is less than believable, you know."

Harry shook his head. "Nonsense. I don't need my glasses to see you, Ginny, and you know it."

He started to move then, and Ginny sighed, bringing her legs up on either side of them, to allow him more room. Harry propped himself up on his arms, and they watched each other. Ginny could tell he was in a very loving mood and gave herself over to it – each thrust made her quiver, and she was soon arching against him, holding onto his arms.

"Ugmngh," she sighed as he hit a particularly pleasurable spot deep within her. Harry shifted his hips, and she felt her body react as he kept on with his slow, gentle thrusts. "Oh, hell, Harry, you have my permission to go a bit faster," she gasped out.

He flashed a wide grin down at her, knowing his pace was driving her to the edge. Merlin, Ginny thought, he's so beautiful like this. She knew Harry would never understand how absolutely perfect he was in these moments. She dug her nails into his arms as he finally started to push in deeper and faster, and she heard herself moan in response. He kissed her and then pulled back, lifting her legs in his arms so he could really bury himself within her.

"Yes," Ginny breathed out, approving of the position. She threw one of her arms back as he made her body shake with the power of his movements. She felt him wish for his glasses so that he could see her. Ginny just shook her head up at him, grinning. All the way inside and then all the back way out, Harry moved within her, settling into his rhythm with that authority she loved so much. Ginny knew she was close and felt herself start to come undone. Harry was still holding tightly to her legs as she felt her climax begin, and she was throwing her head back and forth as the power of it and his feelings coursed through her. He always made her feel so loved; so utterly and completely loved.

Harry released her legs as she finished, and she sat up, pulling their bodies even closer together, and she gave him a blazing kiss, needing him to join her. Harry cried her name as he came a few moments later, holding onto her as though she were the only thing keeping him upright. They collapsed together, and Ginny sighed, moving her hands through the wetness of his hair, realizing they were both reasonably sweaty.

"Good morning to you, too," she murmured, and Harry chuckled. They separated, and Ginny immediately curled herself around him as his hand strayed to her hair.

"I think I was dreaming about doing that," Harry said, sounding amused. Ginny looked up at him.

"You were dreaming about shagging me senseless? I definitely approve, Harry. Much better than some of your other dreams."

"Yeah, true," Harry said, laughing. He kissed her nose, smiling. "Think Brogan would join us in the shower if we asked really nicely?"

"Is the shower even big enough?" Ginny asked, wondering.

"Well, we are magical, as you always like to point out to me," Harry said. "Let's see if we can get him here without moving."

Ginny smirked, and they kissed, each thinking of Brogan. They looked at the door expectedly. Ginny frowned after a few minutes.

"Maybe he's asleep out there or too far away?"

"Hmm," Harry said, his brow furrowing. "Go start the water, and I'll see where he's at."

They got off the bed, and Harry grabbed his boxers and shirt, slipping his glasses on. Ginny found her wand, heading for the loo. She brought the lights up and realized the bathroom was much better than she'd thought. It was a separate shower and tub, which she could definitely work with. She made the shower bigger with a few flicks of her wand and added a few more nozzles, realizing she had made it more like their shower at Thorn Rose Cottage without realizing it. Smirking, she added two benches and cast a couple of Cushioning charms.

She stuck her head out of the door and frowned when she saw it was empty. Well, maybe she could get started without them, then. She needed to wash her hair anyway. She closed her eyes, concentrating to let Harry feel that she was missing them and that they should hurry back.

o-o-o-o-o

Harry padded down the semi-dark hallway and looked for Brogan in the kitchen, seeing the coffee stuff drying near the sink. He glanced at the room that held Dumbledore's portrait and frowned. He couldn't sense Brogan in there and so headed towards the library. The fire in the main entrance was still going strong, which he was grateful for as it was a bit cold in the residence in the early morning. Feeling silly going into the library in nothing but his boxers and tee-shirt, Harry nevertheless made his way towards the sitting area from the day before.

He smiled as he came across Brogan, who was stretched out on one of the cozy chairs, legs splayed out in front of him. There was a book sitting haphazardly on his chest, and the other man had clearly nodded off at some point. Just then, Harry had the sense that Ginny was waiting for them and smiled as he tried to reassure her to be patient. He walked over to Brogan and carefully picked up the book, setting it aside. Kneeling down in front of the other man, he let his hands travel upward until he had pushed Brogan's legs apart, settling in between them.

Harry watched for any signs of Brogan waking up and decided to be a bit more forward. He slid his hand up Brogan's body and then gently brought his fingers around him, cupping him through his jeans. Brogan stirred but remained asleep, and so Harry went another step forward. He used his wandless magic to slowly lower the zip of the other man's jeans and then slid his hand inside, finally finding what he'd been after.

It was just about when Harry was considering taking the other man with his mouth that Brogan finally awoke – a half-moan escaping his lips. His blue eyes blinked groggily at Harry.

"Hi," Harry said, smiling. He gripped Brogan's body a bit tighter to help him wake up and to let him know it wasn't a dream.

"Good morning," Brogan said, his morning voice sounding gruff, just the way Harry liked it. Brogan glanced down at Harry's hand. "You could have just…you know, shaken me or something."

Harry grinned. "Like I said to Ginny earlier, this way was much more fun."

Brogan watched him, for a moment, his cheeks turning pink. "Ginny wants us to join her with this."

Harry nodded. He looked down at Brogan's body and licked his lips. "And we will. But could you sit up for a second?"

Brogan moved immediately as though not even needing to think about it, and Harry bit back a smile. He pulled the other man's jeans down and paused his hand only long enough to jerk his pants down as well. Without bothering to even warn him, Harry put his mouth around the tip of Brogan's body, and the other man swore, his legs moving around Harry as though to pull him in closer.

Harry blinked up at him, lowering his mouth as he cupped the other man. He pulled his mouth away for a moment and smirked.

"You mentioned you had a fantasy about being kissed in a library, but how about this?"

Brogan grunted and murmured his name as Harry went back to work. It didn't take very long, he was proud to note until Brogan was pushing upward into his mouth, unable to control himself. Harry found that he didn't mind and took it, gripping Brogan's hips with his hands. He swallowed as much as he could and then pulled his mouth away, wiping the excess with the back of his hand. Brogan only gave him a glazed look and reached out for him. Harry stood up and then leaned down, kissing the other man.

"Come on," he finally said. "We have a wet and slippery girl waiting for us in what is probably a very hot and steamy shower."

"Mhgnh," Brogan murmured, kissing him again.

Harry grinned at him. "You and Ginny both say the sweetest things to a bloke."

Harry then helped the other man up, and they headed back to the bedroom, holding hands. Brogan stopped him as they passed by the kitchen. Harry turned to him, puzzled.

"He didn't do it. Dumbledore. He didn't cast the spell. I'm…this…we're…it really is just us."

Harry went to him, touching his face. "Of course, it is. Idiot."

Brogan blinked at him, as though still in awe, and then shook his head. "There'll be no arguing with you now, I suspect?"

Harry chuckled. "Was there any arguing with me to begin with? I'm a handful."

Brogan grinned and pulled him closer. "A bit of one, yeah, but somehow Ginny and I deal with it."

Harry laughed, and they turned and went to the bedroom. Brogan started undressing as Harry removed his own meager clothes and went to the loo, poking his head around the door.

"Gin?"

"Finally! Get in here, Harry Potter. I need someone to wash my back."

"Well, it's a dirty job, but…" his voice ran off as he felt Brogan behind him. The other man smirked at him.

"She sounds bossy. You'd think she hasn't been having her needs met or something."

Ginny opened the door to the shower and stood there, in all her amazingly wet and gorgeous glory, and beckoned at them both, her face very stern. Harry was glad he'd kept his glasses on, even if they were now just starting to fog up. He felt his heart beat faster, and he must have licked his lips because Ginny's face broke into a huge grin.

"Well, come on. Honestly. Men."

They both eagerly joined her and Harry was impressed with what she'd done to improve the shower but there were other things to discuss first – such as who was the dirtiest and who would be doing the cleaning and how.

o-o-o-o-o

Ginny sighed as she lay back on the bed, her left hand tangled in Harry's damp hair as he lay in front of her. Brogan curled himself around her from the back, nuzzling her neck with his clever mouth. Harry turned his head to meet her gaze, a lazy smile on his face. She shook her head and handed him his glasses, which he slipped on quickly. His smile grew as he looked at her. He turned and then moved closer, wrapping his hands around her waist.

"You're brilliant," he murmured, kissing the side of her face, his mouth leaving sweet, wet kisses in its wake.

"Hmm," she murmured as she felt Brogan shift behind her. She turned and looked at him. "And how are you?"

He gave her a cheeky grin, his handsome face looking particularly joyful. Their shower escapade had been quite enjoyable, she had to admit. And it was nice to see him completely happy again – Ginny could admit to being able to tolerate some moodiness from her boys, but she much preferred them like this.

"I'm fantastic," Brogan said, moving his hand down to cup her bum playfully.

"We should get dressed," Harry eventually said, sighing. He popped himself up on his arms and looked at them. "I need something to eat, for one thing…well, something other than one of you." Harry chuckled as Ginny swatted playfully at him. "And I reckon we should do some actual research before Remus comes back to get us."

"I wish we could stay here longer. Although, perhaps with fresher clothing," Ginny said as she sat up, frowning at her clothes still lying on the floor. She really didn't want to put the dirty things back on again. Brogan gave her a look as though he understood and picked up her shirt and jeans. He reached around for his wand and fired off a hearty cleansing charm towards them.

She brought them up to her nose as he handed them to her and smiled. "Thanks. You do that well. Almost as good as my Mum. I never got the complete hang of it myself."

"We should decide which books to take with us," Harry said as he slipped his trousers on, running a hand through his hair. "That should help narrow it down. The ones that have to stay, we'll get as much information out of as we can."

"He's being very practical," Brogan murmured, leaning closer to Ginny.

She gave him a smirk and then looked at Harry. "He's also being very single-minded."

They both watched as Harry frowned and stared at something in the distance, as though making a list in his head. Ginny shared an amused glance with Brogan.

"I think Hermione's influence is finally getting to you, Harry. You look positively dedicated to the idea of research over there. Were you extra nice to us this morning just to get us to do your bidding?" she asked.

Harry stuck out his tongue as he pulled his shirt over his head. He straightened his glasses and then grabbed his shoes. He ignored her jibes and frowned. "I still want to talk to Dumbledore's portrait, too." His eyes focused on Ginny for a moment. "Maybe you should do it, actually, Gin. I'm sure you have some questions for him, too."

"Hmm, not especially," Ginny admitted. She actually didn't trust herself not to hex the portrait into next week. She wasn't even sure you could hex a portrait, but she thought she might make a gallant effort for Dumbledore's.

She realized Harry was frowning at her and gave him a brief smile. "I'll try think of some while I make us some breakfast. I hope there's some sausage."

"I only saw eggs when I looked earlier, but truthfully, I was mostly interested in the coffee," Brogan said, following her out of the door. Harry headed towards the library, his list in his hand, and looking very determined. Ginny watched him, shaking her head.

"Feel like being my kitchen accomplice before Commander Potter sticks five books in our hands and demands a report of each before lunch?"

Brogan smiled. "Sure. You want tea, right? I'll put the kettle on first."

Ginny looked into the bags of what Lupin had left for them, still under a stasis charm to stay fresh. She pulled out the eggs and then smiled at the small package of bangers hidden underneath. There was also bread and beans for a proper fry up. She wished he had thought to grab some tomatoes, though. Shrugging, she started looking for some pots and pans as Brogan got his coffee going. She watched as he found an old yellow and chipped teapot for the tea.

"I wonder if that was a Dumbledore family heirloom," Ginny said, nodding at it. "It seems a bit dodgy to keep around for anything other than sentimental value."

"It'll do," Brogan said, inspecting it. "Want me to do the beans and toast?"

Ginny nodded, handing him the butter and a small skillet. She looked in a few of the cupboards for salt and pepper or any sort of spice, really. She smiled when she saw a small collection of bottles in one of them and started pulling them out.

She glanced at Brogan. "This beats our meal of tinned chicken from Aberforth's shack, at least."

Brogan turned and smiled at her. "Yes, it does. Both in mood and food."

Ginny shook her head and grabbed a dish to break the eggs in. "So much has changed since then, Brogan. It makes my head spin just thinking of it."

"For the better, I hope," he said, opening up the can of beans with his wand.

Ginny watched him and remembered their awkward conversation from that day. He glanced at her when he saw her puzzled look.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ginny said slowly. She was wondering about something, though. "You were always interested in a threesome, weren't you? I mean, you never…you didn't need to get there like Harry or me."

Brogan stirred the beans and then lowered the flame on the hob. He rested against the side of the counter. "I admit I…thought about it, yeah. Fantasized about it, even. I think…well, my feelings for you were strong from the start, but…the fact that Harry kept popping in there too, definitely surprised me. But I never…that is, I never thought of just being with one of you. At least, not after we'd all connected. It was always the both of you. Together. It just felt like…that's how it should be. You and Harry have always been a packaged deal, to me."

Ginny nodded and started to season the eggs, handing the still surprisingly fresh HP sauce bottle to Brogan. "I admit I…well, after what happened in the shack, I convinced myself that I wouldn't be with you, ever, regardless of whether Harry was around or not. I couldn't conceive of something past my own nose that would allow us to feel…what we do now. I'm glad I was wrong, Brogan. Being with you has changed Harry and me in ways I never…you make us better, somehow, even though that implies we weren't good before, which isn't true, we were very good together before, but now…it's like more than anything I could even comprehend."

She looked at him, wanting him to understand what she meant. She had admitted to Harry that she wanted to be his everything and she realized with a start that she wanted to be everything to both of them. Brogan smiled at her and crossed over to her, pulling her in for a hug. She felt his lips grace the top of her head as he squeezed her tightly.

"You and Harry are so loving, Ginny. You're making it sound like I do all the work at keeping us balanced, but really, you and he deserve most of the credit. I've said it before, but the two of you are so generous with yourselves and your feelings."

"With our bodies, too," Ginny quipped, and Brogan's laughter started deep in his chest, and she grinned up at him.

"Yes, with those too," he chuckled. "Lucky me."

"How's breakfast coming?" Harry said, coming into the kitchen. He smirked as he saw them still embracing. "Honestly, Ginny, I've told you, you don't need moral support to cook bloody eggs. Let the man go."

"Hah," Ginny said, pulling away and going back to the stove.

"Brogan, you disappoint me! Where's the coffee already?" Harry asked, heading over to the kettle. Brogan shoved him gently out of the way.

"It's coming, Mr Impatient. Why don't you set the table for us?" Brogan pointed to the cupboard against the wall where the dishes were.

Harry grinned and did as he was told. Ginny just shook her head at them. She could just see their future life after the war was over - the three of them, how they worked together, their camaraderie. Ginny paused as she considered it. Was that something that she wanted? The three of them, always together? She knew her future consisted of loving Harry and starting a family with him, Merlin willing, but where did Brogan fit into that? Would she ever be able to tell her family about him? Would any of them ever understand? And what would happen after she and Harry did start to have children?

Ginny didn't know, but she also didn't believe in worrying about things until they happened. But she knew that if she did indeed want that future – the three of them always together – then that day of reckoning would eventually come.

o-o-o-o-o

Later, in the library, Harry set his glasses down and rubbed his eyes. It was the afternoon, and he knew Lupin would be back soon to retrieve them. They had already shrunk down the books they were allowed to take with them and set them off to the side. He was trying to make it through one of the ones that had to stay but wasn't having much luck. Honestly, thought Harry, some wizards write like they're half off their nut.

Ginny was writing on a piece of parchment next to him, her brow furrowed as she read. She had piled her hair up on top of her head in a messy fashion earlier that morning, and now various strands were trying to escape, their wispy tendrils framing her face. Harry smiled at her. Sometimes he just couldn't get over how lovely Ginny truly was.

"You look adorable, by the way," he said. She paused in her writing and looked at him.

"I do? Adorable? Really?"

Harry nodded. He reached out and pulled on one of her strands of hair. "I do so love your hair, have I said it today?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, but then her face broke into a wide grin. "No, not today. I thought you were going to forget, to be honest."

Harry smirked at her. "I think I may be developing a thing for bookworms, too. Did I mention that? Watching you revise is sort of…hot."

Ginny laughed and then closed her mouth as the sound echoed. "I know it's just us here, but that still feels taboo to do."

"All those years of Pince fixing you in her dead stare for breathing out loud, no doubt."

Ginny giggled. "Anyway, should I be worried that you're going to start fancying Hermione now, too?"

Harry grimaced. "Uh, no. I love Hermione, but um, no. On so many levels, no."

"What are you two talking about?" Brogan asked, returning to the desk. "I could hear Ginny's laugh all the way in the back."

"He was being funny," Ginny said, winking at Harry. She suddenly looked at Brogan, narrowing her eyes.

"What did you find?"

Brogan blinked innocently at her, which caused Harry to look at him, too. He could tell the other man was hiding something

Brogan's eyes shifted from Ginny's to his, and he finally sighed, tossing a book on the table. "Although can I just say that I was not looking for this, and it literally fell on me from a top shelf."

"Yeah, the Copulatus book did that for me, too," Ginny murmured as she and Harry looked at the book he'd found.

"Ménages à Trois and the Power of Three, by Edwin Bittlespit, Lucretia Wells, and Delphi Thruplespot. Illustrations by Septimus Hancock."

"This fell on you?" Harry asked incredulously.

"I'm thankful it's not that thick," Brogan said, rubbing his head. He sat down next to Ginny. "I think this library is charmed to give us the books we need, even though I'm not sure I needed this exactly."

Ginny started flipping through the book. "Why on earth would Dumbledore have this?"

"Well, he wasn't always an old man," Brogan offered, looking over her shoulder at the book. Harry watched as she paused on a page, and they looked at each other and then at him.

"What?" Harry asked. Ginny flipped the book so that he could see the drawing. Harry felt himself get a little warm. "Er, um, we've um…never really tried it like that before."

"There's a name for it, and also this old favorite," Ginny said, turning the page. Harry smirked at her as he recognized the position.

"That one we can definitely do again."

"Harry."

"What? Just saying."

Brogan shook his head at him, but he also looked excited at the thought. Harry had to admit that thinking about doing that to Ginny again made his thoughts go one place and one place only…maybe this time he was ready to be the one who….

"But really, why would Dumbledore have this?" Ginny insisted, frowning at them.

"The power of three is fairly well documented," Brogan said, taking the book from her. "Even in the muggle world. We all know Dumbledore liked his old magics – this whole library is a testament to that. I would imagine there are some spells better used with sex as its base. Remember what I told you about Aine and her power being sexual in nature."

"Good thing we didn't get stuck with a witch whose power was based in gardening." Harry deadpanned, making Ginny giggle.

"Really makes you think twice about de-gnoming the garden though, doesn't it?" she chuckled.

"Listen to this," Brogan said, reading from the book. "The Iris flower, known for its three large petals, represents Faith, Wisdom, and Courage. It was often placed on the scepters of Muggle rulers and kings in Egypt, as even they recognized its magical power. It is said that a combination of three magical individuals representing each of these petals would be a force to be reckoned with if joined." Brogan looked at Ginny. "Too bad you weren't put into Hufflepuff, or we'd be unbeatable."

Harry laughed as Ginny made a face. But what she said next shocked him. "The hat asked me if I wanted to be placed there, have I never mentioned that?"

Brogan and Harry both looked at her in surprise. Harry actually couldn't believe it. "You've never told me that, Gin!"

She shrugged. "The hat said Gryffindor in the end, obviously, because hello, Weasley."

"Also, stubborn as an ox," Harry interjected playfully. She rolled her eyes at him and continued.

"But it also said I had a huge capacity for faith and loyalty, and it said I would excel there."

Harry sobered. "You do, actually. You have always believed in me, even when I couldn't or wouldn't believe in myself. And you are one of the fiercest, most loyal people I have ever met."

Ginny gave him a tender smile and reached out for his hand. "It's easy to believe in you, Harry. As for loyalty… I don't think Hufflepuffs exactly have the whole cauldron to themselves on that trait. Us Gryffindors can be fairly loyal, too, you know."

"So, er, how did you convince the hat to say Gryffindor, then?" Brogan asked, looking up from the book.

Ginny suddenly turned bright pink, and Harry noticed her ears had even turned colors. He suddenly laughed as he had an idea of what she had told the hat.

She shook her head. "This means nothing," she grumbled, looking at Harry. He felt his smile grow as she had all but confirmed it.

"Actually, I'm touched, Gin," he said, smirking. Brogan looked confused.

"What I think," Harry explained, looking at the other man. "Is that she convinced the hat to put her into Gryffindor because of me."

"It wasn't just because of you, you big-headed git," Ginny protested, but she was still blushing. "I also wanted to be near my brothers."

"Uh-uh," Harry chuckled.

Brogan laughed and put an arm around Ginny. "It's okay, I probably would have done much the same."

"Do they sort you lot at the Abbey? Er, I reckon they wouldn't, would they? I have always thought you'd be a Ravenclaw." Ginny said, sitting back in her chair.

Harry nodded in agreement. "All the way, Ravenclaw."

Brogan gave them an amused look. "I'll try not to worry about how brave you think I'm not, with that assessment."

"No, it's just that you're so clever," Ginny said, touching his cheek. "Everyone always remarks on it. Also, I've seen you teach a class. You have mad cleverness, Brogan, and you know it."

Brogan gave her a look and then nodded at Harry. "And he has courage in spades, so I reckon we should just hand this book over to the Death Eaters, and they'll quiver at the thought of our threesome kicking their collective arses."

Harry and Ginny laughed. "You'd probably have to teach some of them to read, first," Ginny said after they'd settled down.

Just as before, a loud chiming noise was heard, and Harry realized that meant Lupin had arrived. It apparently was time to leave. As they started getting their papers and books together, he grabbed the book that had fallen on Brogan and tucked it into his bag as well. It wouldn't hurt to read though it later. Or at least, use it for the illustrations.

o-o-o-o-o