A/N: YIPPPIEEEEEE! I HAVE SEEN STAR WARS EPISODE TWO: ATTACK OF THE CLONES, AND IT WAS WONDERFUL! THE MOST EXCITING STAR WARS MOVIE EVER! The only thing that disappointed me was that there was no real space-battle in it (just a bit of chasing), but there were other battles that made up for that – the battle-scenes in this movie have been the most spectacular of all SW movies so far – IMHO. Seeing Yoda fighting was absolutely delighting, and the arena-scene… wow! There were two big surprises for me: one of them was Jar Jar who has changed A LOT. I would never have thought that he could change this much. The other big surprise is about Anakin at the end, but I'm not telling you, because I don't want to spoil it for you – it will be a GREAT SURPRISE! It was very interesting to see the (negative) development of Anakin's character, and at the middle of the movie there was a scene with him that made me cry (I had to ask for tissues from my mum:) Hayden Christensen can glare so evilly that it made my hair stand on end! He'll be a cool Darth Vader, really! Seeing Watto again was hilarious… There were a lot of well-chosen lines of foreshadowing – and to top it all, these lines were even humorous! My favourite in the film was C3PO, who has never been this funny before – you'll see why, just go and watch the movie – you won't regret it, it's wicked!

And now to your reviews: haha, I loved the way you all wanted to kill/torture Mileta! Hilarious! :)) I have also received my first 76 death-wishes and a life-sentence at Azkaban, so thanks, I feel special! I know that you are terribly angry with me for being so nasty to poor Harry, but I need to warn you that this is just the beginning. In the near future (right in this chapter) I'll start to be even more cruel to him and for that I'm already apologising. I hope you know me enough to know that I love torturing the characters and the readers, just to solve everything at the end – so even if you are angry with me, don't be too angry, okay? :))

VeRyWiLdWiTcH: no, the Dumbledore brothers have/had a totally different problem, it's not a little bit like Fred and George's problem. Not at all.

Bucky: it didn't occur to Harry to burn the letter, because when he received it he was already terribly sick and wasn't thinking, so he just stuffed it into his pocket. I think the robes didn't need cleaning at all because they weren't dirty or smelly. If you already say I'm a sadist, I don't dare imagine what you'll say later :)) It's not you who keeps torturing herself over the story, it's me who keeps torturing the readers :)) *bad Agi, very-very-very bad Agi!*

teacherchez: before the movie I imagined Minerva as being about 50, but Rowling said she was 70. Now she is about 80 – in my fic.

spangle star: you wanted to write Szeged, right? :)) I'm glad you liked Hungary! Are you the same as spangle*star?

Cassandra Anthemyst: thanks for volunteering for betaing, but I'm not letting anyone read a single sentence of the story before I upload (the only person I let read it is my mum :)

Crazycutee831: ah, so your grandma was Hungarian? Cool! No, Harry isn't going to explode at Mileta, because he has already forgiven her – now he kind of blames himself that he hadn't destroyed the letter. Of course he cannot really be blamed, because he was so sick when receiving the letter that he didn't practically know what he was doing. Yes, you have read about Remus' secret love – but not in my story (in Rowling's).

X_Tow_Naga: no, I don't think there are other wizard hospitals in GB, because Rowling hasn't mentioned any. Ask her about this. Yes, there will be things revealed BEFORE the last chapter :) Why would witches/wizards cook? For fun, maybe? I know lots of people who actually love cooking (my grandpa, for example! Can you imagine him: a 86 year-old guy wearing an apron and cooking! He's such a good cook!) Why didn't Gin see the note when she was ironing? Maybe because Harry's night-gown didn't need ironing (there are certain materials that simply cannot get wrinkled), so the note only fell out of it's pocket when she folded it to place it into the suitcase. Harry – let's say:)) – didn't wear his robes during his stay at GB, because Ginny didn't let him have time to wear anything in their bedroom, LOL :) Packing spell? Interesting idea. I might use it in the future :) Why wouldn't Herm and McGonagall create the tasks? Because they teach at Hogwarts! Remember: in book4 Karkaroff and Maxime wasn't allowed to know about the tasks! Harry is different: he doesn't teach anywhere and he is considered trustworthy enough to keep his mouth shut about the tasks (while women are known to be too chatty).

veronik: yes, Minerva likes Aberforth (though she is reluctant to admit it :)

Ksiezniczka: I thought it was cute to make Lily call Harry as Harry, not dad. One of my teachers in the primary school had two kids and both of them called her Kate. (btw, is your penname Polish or something like that? Just wondering:)

aurora riddle: so you think it's good to see some things going wrong? Good, because in the near future everything is going to go wrong :))

Gwen Fifortry: up till now no dementor has visited me, but I'm still waiting with my wand held at the ready to shout Expecto Patronum!

K.C. Hunter: I'll try and read your fic as soon as I have a bit of time, okay? Nowadays I'm really busy with my exams :(

Moony Lover: don't worry about the ring, just read this chapter.

star queen: oh, so a woman is going to suffer for Remus in your fic? That must be cool :) I guess Rowling might want to write books 6 and 7 as well before book 5 gets published – for the same reason why I only upload my fic when it's about ready. You know it happens often that at the end of the fic I realise that I should have included something into chapter 3 and if it's already uploaded, I can't change it anymore (I'm too lazy to take it off and re-upload.) Rowling might also realise while writing book 7 that she should have written something into book 5, but if book 5 is already published, she cannot correct it anymore. So I guess this might be her reason. I'm still sad about the long wait :)

Saphron: no, this chapter unfortunately doesn't make things a bit better – on the contrary. Sorry…

jo: I don't think I'm sexist, because not all ladies in my fic stay at home. Molly, of course stays at home, but she did in Rowling's original story as well. Ginny only stays at home because she has little Daniel. I just can't imagine Ginny going off to work and let the house-elf take care of her half-year old son. Anyway, if you keep on reading, you'll see her work in my third fic (coming in autumn, I guess). And Hermione is working! She's not staying at home!

Qahira Galetea: you love my story, no matter how evil it may get? Glad to hear, because it WILL get evil :)

Romina: thanks for reviewing twice and I'm sorry for making you have a bad day :(

Harrysgirl: so, you are a little Trelawney with all those hunches, huh? :)) No, the magic isn't gone from the rings, it just isn't working while either Harry or Ginny isn't wearing it.

Super saya-Jin Gotan: I'm going to repair it, don't worry. Just not now… at the end :) But until then lots of complications will come up to turn things even worse than they are now. Bucky is right, I'm really a sadist :))

Toby Haine: wow, you have written me the longest review ever! Up till now X_Tow_Naga has held the record, but now you have taken over! So, you are going to buy me a new PC now that your howler has exploded my older one? Good, I've been thinking I should get a new one :))) Oh no… mum just said reparo and it's restored to its original state. *sob* I'll have to put up the with the old one for a while… You asked whether you were allowed to swear in reviews. Well, why not? – as long as you don't call me this and that… of course you are free to criticise the story, just don't be too rude, okay? The story has 39 chapters (I'll be ready with uploading some time in August, because after 11th June I won't be around the computer too often – mainly once a week, so you'll get one chapter a week.) Yes, I'm writing a third part that will come out in autumn, I hope. Thanks for writing Eternal Labyrinth for me to read… it's very sweet :) How many chapters do you plan to write? You wrote it'd be bloody long :)

Alexander Pheonix: no, Mileta is not the dark queen, someone else is – read this chapter and you'll see.

Katie Bell: I'm not angry at all, just review a bit more often, okay?:)

sarah the kitty kat: you asked what my name meant. Well, Agi is the Hungarian nickname for Agnes (that is my given name), and Vega is the name of a star (I love astronomy).

PepsiAngel: I promise I'll fix the mess, but not now. Wait… a lot:)

Nefertiri: glad to see your old nickname:) No, the bond isn't broken forever, just read this chapter. No, Herm doesn't know about the Harry/Mileta thing. You still like me more than Rita? Hm… after this chapter your opinion might change :) Harry was so angry by the fact that Ginny didn't believe in his innocence, that he simply left – he felt she wouldn't believe him if he started to explain things.

jeanine23Dr: oh, your parents are SW fans and you didn't know it??????? I'm glad you also find LotR boring, because it is. I couldn't really find a page that I loved, either. Good luck with your tests! No, X_Tow_Naga wasn't offended at all, he didn't even read your review (at least I don't think that he did). No, I'm not going to make them divorce – the sequel will be about something else.

Also thanks to: Celtic Ember, makulit, Mabel Weasley, Kit Cloudkicker, AmandaPanda, PadmeSkywalker, Tessa, Faunix, princesswitch, Mauve Lipgloss, Nuttybuddy, Molto Bella, zzxm, goldenstar555, Baladar, jennaration, Mage, Coolio, Ronniekin's Sweetheart, Evil Monkeys Abuser, mazipoto, Almah, Aurumlupi, hogwartsgirl228, apple-pie,Bob33, not fish nor duck, HerbieWerbie, carahartie (should I really die???:), Tinabedina, Lavendar Brown

Chapter 20

Bewitch the mind, ensnare the senses

Harry felt as though his skull was going to split apart from the terrible buzzing in there.

Don't touch me!

Do I look crazy?

Pathetic!

Miserable!

That's what I think of our marriage!

He pressed his hands to his temples, trying to shut out all the voices, but he simply couldn't – for the screams were coming from inside his head. He felt like bawling, felt like hitting his head into the walls, but most of all, he felt like jumping into some abyss from a high cliff, just fall and fall and fall until he reached a depth where he didn't hear those voices anymore… Just end it. Forever.

He felt his body engulfed in a gush of wind, thrusting him forward – was he already falling? Why was it so cold?

He slowly opened his eyes to see several pairs of eyes looking down at him.

"Are you all right?" someone asked in Russian.

"What?" Harry blinked.

"Ah, English!" another guy with a strong Slavish accent said. "Come on, give me your hand! I'll help you up!"

Harry let the people help him to his feet and looked around. No wonder that he felt so cold: he had been lying in the snow for a short time, without having a cloak on. As he looked around, he saw small houses and a frozen fountain. Finally… he caught a glimpse of a highly familiar pub: The Dancing Bear.

"I'm in St. Petersburg…" he whispered, shivering. His mind reeled. How did he get here? *It must have been an instinctive apparition.* he thought, though he had never heard of such a thing before. *I just wanted to leave and my sub-conscious brought me back to Russia where I was supposed to come tomorrow.*

"Come, let's have a nice drink, that will warm you up!" one of the men led him into the inn. "Two QWVs, Svetlana, dear!" the man shouted to the landlady.

"QWV?" Harry asked, feeling too numb to think.

"Quality Wizard Vodka." the man replied. "That's what you need now, young fellow. Here." he pushed a goblet into Harry's hand. Harry looked down at the slightly yellowish liquid that seemed to be beckoning to him to drink it. *Maybe that's really what I need. To forget.* he thought and took a huge draught.

After having finished with the goblet of vodka, he felt a big temptation to drink one more, because those nasty voices in his head still kept screaming, though in a muffled sort of way. He was sure that one more glass would totally stifle those voices, but he knew that he needed to get to Durmstrang, and one more vodka would surely knock him out. He thanked the other wizard for the drink and dragged himself to his feet with great difficulty. He staggered to the fireplace, took some floo-powder and said: "Durmstrang!"

He came out of the fireplace in the Durmstang staff room. There was only one teacher sitting there, immersed in reading a book. She looked up to see Harry stumble out of the fireplace.

"Mr. Potter?" she put her book down. "Are you all right?"

"T…tatyana Fiodrovna." he nodded. It was surprising that he managed to recognise her in his current state.

"Come, Mr. Potter, sit down. You look extremely worn!"

"No, thank you." he shook his head. "All I need now is a bed and a nice, strong sleeping-pill. Well, maybe a painkiller as well, but…" he pressed his hands on his forehead, it was hurting so badly. This time it wasn't his scar – how could it be when Voldemort was dead? No, this time his whole head felt like burning. That wizard back in the pub wasn't right, the vodka didn't help at all. He was only feeling worse.

"Oh, my, you look like someone who is going to faint in any second!" professor Fiodrovna jumped up, gathering Harry into her arms. "I know a potion that will help you."

"Noooo… no more drinks." Harry shook his head.

"It is no wizard vodka, Mr. Potter." she said with a disapproving look. Harry's breath very clearly smelled of alcohol. "It's a remedy that will make you feel all right. Trust me, I'm the potions teacher here."

Harry gave her a faint smile, thinking that he had never trusted a Potions teacher before and wasn't sure whether it was the right time to begin trusting one.

However, he felt too weak to resist, so he let her take him up to her room.

"Come, have a seat." she pointed at a chair and hurried off to get him the remedy.

*What am I doing here?* Harry thought, propping his head into his palms, glaring at the stone table he was sitting at. *Why is this table made of stone? And why am I thinking of such silly things?* he sighed inwardly, barely able to keep himself awake.

Soon Tatyana Fiodrovna returned with a mug of fizzing orange liquid. "Here. This will make you feel okay."

"Thanks." he gave her a grateful smile and downed the potion that, to his great surprise, tasted good. *Much better than Snape's brews.* he thought with drooping eyelids. *Really, really good…* suddenly he didn't feel tired anymore. As though a new surge of energy had coursed through his body, he felt wide-awake. He opened his eyes, blinked, and didn't believe his eyes.

"Ginny?"

* * * * *

"Ginny!" Hermione ran up to the quivering heap that was her sister-in-law. "Ginny, what happened?"

"Haaaary…" she sobbed.

"What happened to him?" Hermione asked. "Where's he? I was awoken by the children crying. Then Dinky came screaming that master Harry and mistress Ginny were killing each other. What happened?"

Ginny handed her a crumpled paper. "He… he cheated on me."

"What? Impossible!" Hermione said, unfolding the paper. She read it through, then let out a small laugh. "Oh, you little goose! This is not what you think it is!"

"No?" the redheaded woman looked up with an intrigued expression on her tear-soaked face.

"No." her sister-in-law shook her head.

"Hey, what's going on here?" Ron entered, yawning. "Is the manor on fire?"

"No, just Ginny and Harry have been quarrelling." his wife said.

"Quarrelling? Why?" Ron asked.

"Because she thought that he had cheated on her."

"What? Harry cheated on my sister?" Ron burst out.

"No! That's what I was about to explain to her. It was just a stupid misunderstanding." Hermione replied.

"What happened, then?" Ginny stood up, wiping her face with her left hand. In her right she was still holding Harry's ring. "Everything that this Mileta wrote made me think…"

"Yeah. The letter is really quite easily misunderstood." Hermione nodded, seating herself on the bed. "The truth is that this Mileta is really in love with Harry and she deceived him, but not the way you think she did. She fed him a story that she had her seventeenth birthday and everyone forgot about it. She shed tears, of course to dramatise the situation. You know Harry's big heart – he immediately felt that he needed to help that poor little thing and Mileta suggested that they should have a birthday-party for her in an inn of St. Petersburg. They went there through the floo-network, and… well, the girl kissed Harry when Viktor arrived there. Later it turned out to that she kissed him when a waiter delivered her a birthday-cake on Harry's orders. Anyway, it was she, who kissed him, not the other way around." Hermione shot a meaningful look at Ginny, who nodded. "But you know Viktor," Hermione carried on, "he misunderstood the situation and wanted to kill Harry. They started fighting, turning up tables and stuff, then the landlady started screaming that they were ruining everything, so they went out into the snow and carried on fighting there. That was where Harry got pneumonia. He got soaked to the skin in minus twenty Celsius degrees… or it might have been minus thirty, I don't know. Anyway, it was a wonder that he survived, really. Since then he hasn't even talked to Mileta Krum. He is angry with her, and with a good reason. He almost died because of her little lie." Hermione finished her speech – of course she had no idea about Mileta's visit to Harry the night before they came back to England.

"Now wait a minute…" Ron said. "How do you know about all these… with such accuracy?"

"'Cause I was there!" Hermione replied, then turned red.

"WITH KRUM???"

* * * * *

Tatyana Fiodrovna looked down at the young man sleeping next to her. She reached out to stroke his face – a face of such beauty that it made her heart sink. His face looked so peaceful, his ebony-black eyebrows and eyelashes in contrast with his pale skin. Not even an ancient Greek sculptor could have cut it to more perfection. The only thing out of place there was a thin, lightning-shaped scar.

Tatyana's fingers traced the line of the scar. "You look so beautiful." she whispered. "Even with this scar." her gaze travelled downwards, taking in all parts of his body: his muscled chest that was rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm, his strong arms that had held her so tightly only half an hour earlier… then her glance returned to his mouth, that had been roaming over her body with such fervour that she thought impossible before.

She ran her fingers down his chest, which made him shiver, but he didn't wake up. "Ginny…" he muttered in his sleep with a smile on his face.

The Potions teacher knew that he was in a deep slumber. "When sleeping you look even cuter than awake, Harry Potter." she bent down and kissed him on the forehead. "Believe me, I did not want to hurt you. I did not want to deceive you… but I had to. I had to make you drink that potion and mistake me for someone else… your wife. Forgive me, please. You know what it is like to love someone with all your heart – I know you do. I know you love your wife so much that you'd die for her if needed… You know love, Harry Potter, so forgive me, please. I did this out of love." she placed a kiss on his lips and picked up her wand, pointing it at Harry. "Cogo per somnum. When you wake up, you won't remember anything. You just dress up and head up to your room without looking at me. Understood?"

"Yes." the sleeping Harry replied.

"Good." she smiled, stretching beside him. "You're a good boy, Harry. Not bad in bed, either… I beg for your forgiveness. I'm sure that you will understand me when it comes to that."

* * * * *

At about three in the morning Harry opened his eyes, but did not look around to see the Potions teacher sleeping beside him. He automatically reached out for his clothes, put them on and left the room.

"Hey, too early for a stroll, isn't it?" Anegin's ghost asked as Harry passed by him. "Heeeeey, I asked you something!" the ghost shouted, but Harry didn't seem to notice. "All right, you wanted it!" Anegin whooshed through the young wizard, who only shuddered, then continued his way up to his room on the fourth floor.

"Mad, isn't he?" the ghost mused as it watched him leave. "Mad… or hypnotised."

Harry was awaken by someone singing at seven o'clock. "…love lifts up where we belong, where eagles fly, on a mountain high…"

"What the…?" he squinted, looking for his glasses. Somehow he felt extremely tired. Then he remembered: he had had a terrible row with Ginny, then got drunk. However, he didn't remember having met professor Fiodrovna at all.

He slipped into his shoes (his slippers were still at Black Manor – in his troubled state of mind he had forgot about his packages last night – he hoped that Hermione would bring them.)

He stifled a yawn and stepped to the window, opened it and peered down onto the snow-covered park. "Oh, no, not that!" he groaned, seeing Aberforth standing under McGonagall's window, holding a balalaika.

"What is this terrible…?" the pane of the window next to Harry's burst open to reveal the furious face of McGonagall. She was wearing a hairnet, and as far as Harry could tell from the little visible part of her sleeve, her night-gown was tartan. "Mr. Dumbledore! It's seven o'clock! What on Earth are you doing down there?"

"Giving you a serenade." the old man shrugged.

"A serenade?" she shouted. "Serenades are supposed to be given in the evening!"

"All right, then, I shall continue at eight p.m."

"No, for heaven's sake, spare me!"

"Oh, hi, Harry!" Aberforth waved as he caught glimpse of him standing at the window.

"Good morning, Aberforth. To you too, professor McGonagall!"

"Potter! What are you doing here? Weren't you supposed to come some time in the afternoon?"

"Well, yeah, but I chose to come last night."

"And Hermione? When is she coming?" Minerva asked.

"In a couple of hours, I guess." Harry replied.

"No. Already here." a tousled head appeared in the window next to McGonagall's.

"Herm! What are you doing here?" Harry shouted over to her. "When did you arrive?"

"At about midnight, I s'pose." she yawned. "Brought your stuff."

"Thanks." he gave her a smile. "Why didn't you wait until today, huh?"

"Ron." she sighed.

"Ron what?"

"A stupid git."

"Huh?"

"Tell ya later." Hermione's head disappeared from the window.

Harry and McGonagall exchanged confused looks.

* * * * *

"So, what happened?" Harry asked Hermione over breakfast.

"Ron was being an idiot." she pouted.

"Would you expand on it?"

"I found Ginny crying in your room. She told me that she thought you slept with someone else."

"For heaven's sake!" Harry sighed. "Will she ever believe me that I haven't slept with anyone else? Never ever?"

"Don't worry, she believes you now. At least I suppose so." Hermione said. "She showed me that letter from Mileta and I told her that it was a misunderstanding. I explained her everything… and that was when Ron got all riled up and started to howl that I cheated on him because I went on a date with Krum."

"What date?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you don't mean that one in The Dancing Bear?"

She nodded. "Ron thinks it was a real date. I couldn't persuade him. So I left. If he's so stupid, then it's his problem. He was quite angry when he found out that I got a present from Viktor, and this supposed 'date' only added fuel to the fire."

"I'm sorry, Herm." Harry squeezed her hand. "You two have fallen out because of me."

"Because of Mileta, you mean." Hermione whispered, so that Krum wouldn't hear. "Everything started with her, after all."

"No. This started much earlier, I think." Harry sighed. "With the birth of Daniel. That is why I left my home and came here, giving an opportunity to Mileta to fall for me and write me that damned letter."

"But… but you don't blame your son, do you, Harry?" she asked, pursing her lips.

"No." he shook his head with a sad smile. "He isn't responsible for anything. He's an innocent little angel. Still, it cannot be denied that it was he who started all this… or rather that great-great-great grandpa of the Evans who first turned out to be a squib." he poured himself a glass of tea with a sour expression. "Drop the topic."

She nodded. "All right, but promise me, Harry, that you will never ever blame Daniel!"

"I promise." he smiled. "He's my son whom I dearly love. And I love Ginny, too. If only she'd love me back again…"

Suddenly hooting filled the great hall – mail had arrived.

Harry didn't care for the owls at all, just carried on eating his toast, when – to his greatest surprise – a snowy owl swooped down on him, perching itself on his head.

"Hey!" he laughed. "Have you brought me something?"

The owl bent down, looking into Harry's eyes. "You're one of Hedwig's babies, aren't you?" he asked. The small owl hooted reassuringly. "But which one? Helga?" the owl shook its head. "Hector? No? Helena? Er, Herold? Hannah? No? Then you must be Hubert." the small owl nodded and dropped a letter into Harry's tea.

Wondering how such a young owl managed to cover such a long distance in such a short time, Harry fished the letter out of the cup – it felt strangely heavy. He took the parchment out of the envelope and started to read (the letter was written in a special wizard ink that does not get blurred when the paper gets wet).

Darling Harry,

Let me apologise for my terrible behaviour. I should have believed you. I should never have thought that you cheated on me. I know you would never do that. Forgive me for not trusting you, I was really horrible. Hermione told me everything and I felt like banging my head into something like Dinky does when she burns the food by accident. All I can bring up in my defence is that I was desperate that I might lose you… or that I had already lost you to that Mileta. I love you with all my heart and plead you to take back the ring and always wear it as the symbol of our eternal love.

Your Ginny

Harry looked into the envelope and saw his wedding ring in there. "So that's why it was so heavy." he whispered, slipping the ring onto his finger with a wide, satisfied grin. As soon as the ring touched his skin, the gem started to glow again – the connection was restored. "I'll never take it off. I love you too, Gin."

A/N2: okay, you are free to throw curses or anything at me, because for the time being I'm so filled with the Force (just having come back from the Star Wars movie) that I can repel all the curses with a single thought of my mind.

Anyway, now you can hate Tatyana instead of Mileta! You might be wondering why Tatyana did that – it will be revealed later and there will be a good reason for it.

Latin explanation (it might not be proper, but this is what I found in the dictionary): 'cogo per somnum' = to compel somebody in his dream to do something

The song Aberforth sang came from Moulin Rouge.