Seamus and Parvati stayed until well after 2.00, and when they
finally did leave Seamus even managed to kiss Parvati on the cheek with out
simutaneously smacking her upside the head.
"So Lil? What do you think?" Harry asked after Parvati and Seamus left.
"She's very sweet. She seemed rather nervous though."
"She wanted your approval."
"I can't believe she was married to Seamus! She's so professional and neat and he's so-"
"Coarse and unrefined?"
"Well, yes."
Harry laughed. "Opposites attract. But in this case I think Seamus just thought it was best for Caroline. It probably wasn't the right thing for him to do, but it seemed right at the time."
"Dad," Lily started tentatively. "Why do people become death-eaters?"
"Well, it depends on who you are. People like Draco become death- eaters because their parents were death-eaters. They had no choice in the matter. People like Ginny Weasley become death-eaters because, unfortunately, wizards aren't very accepting people. And people like Dean Thomas become death-eaters because they want to save their own lives.
"Hardly anyone becomes a death-eater because they really want to be."
"Dad, did you ever get married after mum died?"
Harry took a sip of wine and held up one finger. "To Madame Chang."
"What? She's married!"
"Not on your life. She had bitty Cedric and settled out of court. Then we got married for about six weeks. And then one morning I put the divorce papers at her breakfast plate and the two of us left."
"Anything else you want to tell me?"
"Uh...nope, I think that's about it."
Lily shook her head. "Bizarre. Completely and totally bizarre." Lily glanced up as the door creaked open and Ugly and a girl Lily didn't recognise stepped in. "Hey Cage."
"Oh! Mr P. I thought you be in bed by now..."
"You are, like, so way over your curfew." Harry said in a wayward tone.
"You have a curfew?" The girl asked.
"Of course he does. And he's broken it. We're going to have to lock hm in his sound-proofed room and leave for a little bit while he get's his thoghts in order. Come on Lil." The two of them got up and left.
"Thanks Harry." Cage whispered as they walked out the door.
Harry just smiled. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"So where are we going, exactly?"
"Ron's."
"It's three o'clock!"
"And I reckon we'll be at Ron's until 15.00."
"All so Cage can snog in peace?" Lily said as Harry wrote a note for Draco on the door.
"Hey, wouldn't you want him to do the same for you and Will?"
"Who told you!?"
"A little bird." Harry said, fluttering his hands.
"God! Anna, I hate her. Are you mad?"
"More at myself than at you."
"Why are you mad at yourself?"
"Well, I always thought I was open, someone you could talk to, but I must have screwed up somewhere."
"No, it's not that."
"What is it then?"
"Well, you did all that I'mdoing right now, without your parents, so I thought that I should be able to do it on my own."
"Oh sugar plum! No, no, no. I didn't do anything on my own, I had Dumbledore and Hagrid, and Mr and Mrs Weasley. I had Ron and Hermione and Seamus. I had Dobby the house-elf and I had Sirius and Lupin. I never had to do anything by myself."
Lily turned up to look at him. "Really."
"Absolutely. Here we are at Ron's place. He can tell you about the good times."
They kncked on the door and slipped inside. Ron was still up, reading Quidditch Through The Ages.
"Hey Ronald." Harry said.
"Hey Harry. What's up? Want tea, scotch?"
"I'd have a rye and ginger if you don't mind."
"Alright. Lily, coke?"
"Yes please. He didn't even ask what we're doing here at three o'clock." Lily said as Ron went into the kitchen.
Harry grinned. "Not on your life."
"So where's the wife?" Harry asked as Ron came back into the front room.
"She stayed at Hogwarts. Apparently Wood is teaching a little seminar there. She wants to be a proper hostess." Ron rolled his eyes. "So how did the meeting with Parvati go?"
Harry's eyes twinkled. "Her personality has changed, but thank god she still looks the same."
"Where's Malfoy?"
"I don't know. He went out somewhere, probably with Dianah."
"Is that her name?" They stayed up until 10.00 when Harry decided he had better get home.
"Thanks for taking us in Weasley. We'll come by later if it's no problem."
They walked back to their house and let themselves in. A few minutes later Cage came down the stairs doing up his pants and pulling is robes over his head.
"Busy night?" Harry asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"She left twenty minutes ago."
"Name, age, occupation." Harry said, leaning against the counter.
"Jenny MacPhair, eighteen, medi-witch."
"Interesting." Harry said, smiling. "Are you going to practise today?"
"I think so. Why?"
"Because I'm not. Tell Wood my mother died."
"Can do." Cage said, smiling.
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"Would you get that flower? I'm kind of busy."
Lily stood up and went to the door, pulling it open.
"Sweet Jesus!" Aunt Petunia scremed, dropping her bags and crossing herself. Harry ran out into the doorway.
"What is it?"
"Good god. You look so much-" Aunt Petunia fumbled in her purse, drawing out a picture. She held it up to Lily and shook her head.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, leaning down to pick up her parcels.
"I brought you two some Christmas gifts."
"Uh-huh. Why are you here Aunt Petunia?"
Petunia looked down at her feet. "I left your uncle."
"Oh?" Harry said, placing the parcels under the tree.
"Yes. Last night."
"So...?"
"I went to see Dudley. He, he wasn't home."
"Dudley wouldn't let you stay with him."
"Well, no."
"I can't help you." Harry said stifly. "I'm sorry, I wish I could. I already have a tenant."
"Of course you do. And, you have no reason to, to take me in anyway." She turned and prepared to walk out the door.
Harry sighed. "Aunt Petunia, wait." He looked at his daughter. "Maybe we can put you up somewhere until you find a place."
"So Lil? What do you think?" Harry asked after Parvati and Seamus left.
"She's very sweet. She seemed rather nervous though."
"She wanted your approval."
"I can't believe she was married to Seamus! She's so professional and neat and he's so-"
"Coarse and unrefined?"
"Well, yes."
Harry laughed. "Opposites attract. But in this case I think Seamus just thought it was best for Caroline. It probably wasn't the right thing for him to do, but it seemed right at the time."
"Dad," Lily started tentatively. "Why do people become death-eaters?"
"Well, it depends on who you are. People like Draco become death- eaters because their parents were death-eaters. They had no choice in the matter. People like Ginny Weasley become death-eaters because, unfortunately, wizards aren't very accepting people. And people like Dean Thomas become death-eaters because they want to save their own lives.
"Hardly anyone becomes a death-eater because they really want to be."
"Dad, did you ever get married after mum died?"
Harry took a sip of wine and held up one finger. "To Madame Chang."
"What? She's married!"
"Not on your life. She had bitty Cedric and settled out of court. Then we got married for about six weeks. And then one morning I put the divorce papers at her breakfast plate and the two of us left."
"Anything else you want to tell me?"
"Uh...nope, I think that's about it."
Lily shook her head. "Bizarre. Completely and totally bizarre." Lily glanced up as the door creaked open and Ugly and a girl Lily didn't recognise stepped in. "Hey Cage."
"Oh! Mr P. I thought you be in bed by now..."
"You are, like, so way over your curfew." Harry said in a wayward tone.
"You have a curfew?" The girl asked.
"Of course he does. And he's broken it. We're going to have to lock hm in his sound-proofed room and leave for a little bit while he get's his thoghts in order. Come on Lil." The two of them got up and left.
"Thanks Harry." Cage whispered as they walked out the door.
Harry just smiled. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"So where are we going, exactly?"
"Ron's."
"It's three o'clock!"
"And I reckon we'll be at Ron's until 15.00."
"All so Cage can snog in peace?" Lily said as Harry wrote a note for Draco on the door.
"Hey, wouldn't you want him to do the same for you and Will?"
"Who told you!?"
"A little bird." Harry said, fluttering his hands.
"God! Anna, I hate her. Are you mad?"
"More at myself than at you."
"Why are you mad at yourself?"
"Well, I always thought I was open, someone you could talk to, but I must have screwed up somewhere."
"No, it's not that."
"What is it then?"
"Well, you did all that I'mdoing right now, without your parents, so I thought that I should be able to do it on my own."
"Oh sugar plum! No, no, no. I didn't do anything on my own, I had Dumbledore and Hagrid, and Mr and Mrs Weasley. I had Ron and Hermione and Seamus. I had Dobby the house-elf and I had Sirius and Lupin. I never had to do anything by myself."
Lily turned up to look at him. "Really."
"Absolutely. Here we are at Ron's place. He can tell you about the good times."
They kncked on the door and slipped inside. Ron was still up, reading Quidditch Through The Ages.
"Hey Ronald." Harry said.
"Hey Harry. What's up? Want tea, scotch?"
"I'd have a rye and ginger if you don't mind."
"Alright. Lily, coke?"
"Yes please. He didn't even ask what we're doing here at three o'clock." Lily said as Ron went into the kitchen.
Harry grinned. "Not on your life."
"So where's the wife?" Harry asked as Ron came back into the front room.
"She stayed at Hogwarts. Apparently Wood is teaching a little seminar there. She wants to be a proper hostess." Ron rolled his eyes. "So how did the meeting with Parvati go?"
Harry's eyes twinkled. "Her personality has changed, but thank god she still looks the same."
"Where's Malfoy?"
"I don't know. He went out somewhere, probably with Dianah."
"Is that her name?" They stayed up until 10.00 when Harry decided he had better get home.
"Thanks for taking us in Weasley. We'll come by later if it's no problem."
They walked back to their house and let themselves in. A few minutes later Cage came down the stairs doing up his pants and pulling is robes over his head.
"Busy night?" Harry asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"She left twenty minutes ago."
"Name, age, occupation." Harry said, leaning against the counter.
"Jenny MacPhair, eighteen, medi-witch."
"Interesting." Harry said, smiling. "Are you going to practise today?"
"I think so. Why?"
"Because I'm not. Tell Wood my mother died."
"Can do." Cage said, smiling.
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"Would you get that flower? I'm kind of busy."
Lily stood up and went to the door, pulling it open.
"Sweet Jesus!" Aunt Petunia scremed, dropping her bags and crossing herself. Harry ran out into the doorway.
"What is it?"
"Good god. You look so much-" Aunt Petunia fumbled in her purse, drawing out a picture. She held it up to Lily and shook her head.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, leaning down to pick up her parcels.
"I brought you two some Christmas gifts."
"Uh-huh. Why are you here Aunt Petunia?"
Petunia looked down at her feet. "I left your uncle."
"Oh?" Harry said, placing the parcels under the tree.
"Yes. Last night."
"So...?"
"I went to see Dudley. He, he wasn't home."
"Dudley wouldn't let you stay with him."
"Well, no."
"I can't help you." Harry said stifly. "I'm sorry, I wish I could. I already have a tenant."
"Of course you do. And, you have no reason to, to take me in anyway." She turned and prepared to walk out the door.
Harry sighed. "Aunt Petunia, wait." He looked at his daughter. "Maybe we can put you up somewhere until you find a place."