"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Hermie, Sephie, and Ginny jumped up in the dorm as Lexi waltzed in happily.
"I got my period!!!!"
They all squealed happily, dancing with her.
"MORE THAN WE NEEDED TO KNOW, THANK YOU, GIRLS!" hollered George from the foot of the stairs... although he knew why they were celebrating. Voldemort's plot wouldn't come into fruition for a while now.
~*~
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sephie, George, Ginny, Lexi, and Draco sat in Dumbledore's office five months later nervously.
"I'd like to begin by congratulating all of you, except, of course, Miss Ginny, on your fine marks in OWLs and NEWTs. George, you and Fred will be graduating at the head of your class."
"What?" asked George stupidly as Sephie squealed and launched herself into his arms.
"Miss Ginny is also, as well as Mister Potter and the twins. Anyway, that is not what I called you here about. As you know, Voldemort is growing ever stronger. As a result, we are keeping many students in other places than usual this summer... meaning you. It is too dangerous to keep you in England this summer."
As they gaped at him, he continued, "Miss Ginny, you will go to Australia to visit your Aunt Rachel, while the rest of you travel to New York, America, to stay with Miss Janelle Snape. Your parents have agreed, but they will be... busy... this summer, anyway."
"Working against Voldemort, no doubt," muttered Lexi.
"You are dismissed... no, Draco and Alexia, stay." The others left with curious glances.
"Obviously, Draco, you parents do not yet realize that you won't be coming home this summer... and by the time they realize it, we hope to have you safe. You do understand..."
"Yes," he spoke without hesitation, "I do."
"Very good. Now, Lexi... part of this summer's work is to clear your father's name, which will catch Pettigrew, get us another worker, and, most importantly, free him. The eight of you are on shaky ground right now, but I need you all to be strong."
"You can count on us, Professor."
"Good."
~*~
The seventh years all looked slightly nostalgic... and ecstatic.... after their graduation. Sephie was crying all over George.
"George... I'm never going to see you...."
"Don't be silly, Seph, we'll be together all summer."
"But... then I'll come back here, and you'll go start the joke shop..."
"Only for two years. Besides... Fred's been having second thoughts, and I can't do it on my own. I'm going to need you to help me out."
"REALLY?!!!"
Fred looked over as his brother laughed at his bouncing girlfriend. He was glad George had Seph... she was a great girl. Speaking of great girls... he glanced over at Angelina Johnson, sitting ON the table rather than AT it. She swung her legs, looking like she'd rather be anywhere but here, in a dress. Fred had an idea. He leapt up and ran over to Dumbledore, whispering furiously. Dumbledore smiled broadly.
"Now, Fred, why didn't I think of that?" he asked with a wink. The he cupped his hands and shouted, "At the request of the seventh years, we'll have an impromptu Quidditch match starting in... say, a half hour." Harry led the cheers of approval.
Angelina leapt off the table and ran for her dorm to don her robes and pads with glee. Thank God for Fred.
~*~
"Here I am, folks... commentating my last Hogwarts Quidditch match..." Lee wiped away a tear. "Seems only yesterday I was a scared first year..."
"JORDAN!"
"Aww, Professor, you know you'll miss us."
"Yes, I will, at that," McGonagall admitted to 'aaawwwwwwwwwwwws' from the entire student body.
"And a last second addition to the Gryffindor lineup... Persephone Lupin, Keeper!" The Gryffindor section cheered. Her mother was leaping up and down happily, pounding on her husband's arm.
"Good thing I've been practicing," Sephie murmured to George with a distracted kiss on the cheek as she flew past.
Angelina came to a halt next to Fred in the air. "Great idea, Weasley," she said affectionately.
"I have one more good idea up my sleeve." Fred winked at his girlfriend. She raised an eyebrow.
"You'll find out if we win," he promised. She blew him a kiss, and he made a show of catching it.
"You're not me, Fred, sorry to break it to you," laughed Harry, adjusting his glasses as he blew past to take his position above them. Madam Hooch took to the air.
"Ok guys, last fling," she said, eyeing the Slytherins across, then grinning sadly at the Gryffindors. "Let's make it clean, but not a ten second game either. Draw it out, have some fun... this isn't official, just a play. LET'S FLY!"
"AND THEY'RE OFF!" Lee hollered to shouts of approval.
"Hi, Malfoy," muttered Harry under his breath as he kept pace with the Slytherin seeker.
"Hi, Potter." Neither boy looked at the other. They were too busy searching for the Snitch. They both saw it at the same time... then exchanged glances and let it dart back out of sight. They hadn't played Quidditch in so long... better to just let it go for now.
"Sephie!" yelped Katie Bell as the Slytherin Chaser set up for a shot. Sephie was immediately on it, firing it back to Angelina.
"Nice save by the GRYFFINDOR KEEPER!" cheered Lee. "Johnson has it... WATCH OUT, ANGELINA!!! Whew! Nice save by Weasley. Way to slam that Bludger, Fred!"
For once, McGonigall just sat back and enjoyed the fun.
"Thanks, hon!" yelled Angelina, rearing back on her broom to slam the Quaffle through the Goalposts.
"TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!!!!"
"Yeah!!!!" screamed Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Lexi, Jessi, and the Lupins. Jessi looked over at her daughter, who shrugged innocently.
"What?"
"I thought you were cheering for Draco," said her mother suspiciously.
"I am... and I cheering for Gryffindor."
Jessi smiled proudly, patting the gigantic dog sitting at her feet, who was barking joyfully.
"AND THE BLUDGER IS FLYING AROUND LIKE A- WAIT, WAS THAT THE SNITCH?!"
Harry and Draco were neck and neck for the Snitch. They both tried to grab it, but Harry got his hand under Draco's and got it, Draco only latching onto Harry's hand.
"AND POTTER GRABS THE SNITCH!"
They was mass cheering from the stands as the school poured onto the field.... but only a dozen saw Draco clap Harry on the back in congratulations.
~*~
Everyone headed back into the school to eat and relax with their families for the night. Mr. Weasley shot a mischievous look at his twin sons. "Do what you have to do yet?" he chuckled.
"On it," they chorused, off to find their girlfriends.
~*~ Fred ~*~
"Angelina?" he asked. She jumped.
"Blimey, Fred," she exclaimed, "you scared me!!!"
"Sorry," he laughed.
"So... what was that good idea you have up your sleeve?" she murmured, looping her arms around his neck.
"Well, I thought I should give you something for graduation," he said, reaching into the pocket of his robes.
"Ooh! What is it? Wait, Fred, you gave me my present," she said, confused.
"Well, this is a kind of dual present... depending on whether or not you say yes," he opened the box to show a ring.
"Will you, Angel?" he asked hopefully.
"Let's see... does this mean I'd spend every day with your prankster, annoying, freckled, immature... incredibly wonderful person?"
"That would be the idea," he said gallantly.
"Why not? I'd never be bored, that's for sure," she said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Angelina Ghanima Johnson!" he cried in mock outrage.
"Weasley, love," she murmured with a grin. "Angelina Ghanima WEASLEY."
~*~ George~*~
George swung Sephie into the alcove where they first kissed.
"George? Of course... who else? Great game, hon."
"You weren't so bad yourself," he told her, eyes twinkling.
"What do you want? I need to go find my OTHER adoring fans." Sephie batted her eyelashes.
"I wanted to give you something." He removed a box and took a ring on a fine gold chain out. Even Sephie was not a werewolf herself, she was born with an inbred dislike for the element silver.
"It's beautiful. What is it?" she asked, taking it carefully.
"A wizard promise ring. Kind of like... reassurance that I'll come back for you when you're ready."
Sephie grinned. She knew what George wasn't saying, but wanted him to say it. "Annnnddddd?"
"Well, when I put it on your finger, it'll be... like.."
"An engagement ring," she finished.
"Exactly." He waited silently.
"Would you clasp it for me?" she asked quietly, turning around and holding it out to him.
"Of course." He did so and turned her back around to kiss her gently. "Thank you."
~*~
Mrs. Weasley relaxed in the Gryffindor Common room. "I've always loved these chairs," she said neutrally, grinned at her youngest son as he intertwined his fingers with Hermione's. "So... you all head out for NYC tomorrow?"
"Yeah," George yawned. "I can't wait."
"And little Ginny off to Australia... where is Ginny?"
"Probably off saying goodbye to every stone in the hallways... as if she won't see them next year," scoffed Ron.
~*~
"Master," began Cho, "what do I do..."
"Silence, impudent child! So... the masquerade with Potter is not working... why?"
"He dislikes me, Master..."
"Then we must change our plans for next term. We shall see what happens over the summer. His Muggle relatives will not be too pleased, I imagine..."
They chuckled together as Ginny pulled back again, thanking God no one would be where Voldemort would think they would be THIS summer.
Hermie, Sephie, and Ginny jumped up in the dorm as Lexi waltzed in happily.
"I got my period!!!!"
They all squealed happily, dancing with her.
"MORE THAN WE NEEDED TO KNOW, THANK YOU, GIRLS!" hollered George from the foot of the stairs... although he knew why they were celebrating. Voldemort's plot wouldn't come into fruition for a while now.
~*~
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sephie, George, Ginny, Lexi, and Draco sat in Dumbledore's office five months later nervously.
"I'd like to begin by congratulating all of you, except, of course, Miss Ginny, on your fine marks in OWLs and NEWTs. George, you and Fred will be graduating at the head of your class."
"What?" asked George stupidly as Sephie squealed and launched herself into his arms.
"Miss Ginny is also, as well as Mister Potter and the twins. Anyway, that is not what I called you here about. As you know, Voldemort is growing ever stronger. As a result, we are keeping many students in other places than usual this summer... meaning you. It is too dangerous to keep you in England this summer."
As they gaped at him, he continued, "Miss Ginny, you will go to Australia to visit your Aunt Rachel, while the rest of you travel to New York, America, to stay with Miss Janelle Snape. Your parents have agreed, but they will be... busy... this summer, anyway."
"Working against Voldemort, no doubt," muttered Lexi.
"You are dismissed... no, Draco and Alexia, stay." The others left with curious glances.
"Obviously, Draco, you parents do not yet realize that you won't be coming home this summer... and by the time they realize it, we hope to have you safe. You do understand..."
"Yes," he spoke without hesitation, "I do."
"Very good. Now, Lexi... part of this summer's work is to clear your father's name, which will catch Pettigrew, get us another worker, and, most importantly, free him. The eight of you are on shaky ground right now, but I need you all to be strong."
"You can count on us, Professor."
"Good."
~*~
The seventh years all looked slightly nostalgic... and ecstatic.... after their graduation. Sephie was crying all over George.
"George... I'm never going to see you...."
"Don't be silly, Seph, we'll be together all summer."
"But... then I'll come back here, and you'll go start the joke shop..."
"Only for two years. Besides... Fred's been having second thoughts, and I can't do it on my own. I'm going to need you to help me out."
"REALLY?!!!"
Fred looked over as his brother laughed at his bouncing girlfriend. He was glad George had Seph... she was a great girl. Speaking of great girls... he glanced over at Angelina Johnson, sitting ON the table rather than AT it. She swung her legs, looking like she'd rather be anywhere but here, in a dress. Fred had an idea. He leapt up and ran over to Dumbledore, whispering furiously. Dumbledore smiled broadly.
"Now, Fred, why didn't I think of that?" he asked with a wink. The he cupped his hands and shouted, "At the request of the seventh years, we'll have an impromptu Quidditch match starting in... say, a half hour." Harry led the cheers of approval.
Angelina leapt off the table and ran for her dorm to don her robes and pads with glee. Thank God for Fred.
~*~
"Here I am, folks... commentating my last Hogwarts Quidditch match..." Lee wiped away a tear. "Seems only yesterday I was a scared first year..."
"JORDAN!"
"Aww, Professor, you know you'll miss us."
"Yes, I will, at that," McGonagall admitted to 'aaawwwwwwwwwwwws' from the entire student body.
"And a last second addition to the Gryffindor lineup... Persephone Lupin, Keeper!" The Gryffindor section cheered. Her mother was leaping up and down happily, pounding on her husband's arm.
"Good thing I've been practicing," Sephie murmured to George with a distracted kiss on the cheek as she flew past.
Angelina came to a halt next to Fred in the air. "Great idea, Weasley," she said affectionately.
"I have one more good idea up my sleeve." Fred winked at his girlfriend. She raised an eyebrow.
"You'll find out if we win," he promised. She blew him a kiss, and he made a show of catching it.
"You're not me, Fred, sorry to break it to you," laughed Harry, adjusting his glasses as he blew past to take his position above them. Madam Hooch took to the air.
"Ok guys, last fling," she said, eyeing the Slytherins across, then grinning sadly at the Gryffindors. "Let's make it clean, but not a ten second game either. Draw it out, have some fun... this isn't official, just a play. LET'S FLY!"
"AND THEY'RE OFF!" Lee hollered to shouts of approval.
"Hi, Malfoy," muttered Harry under his breath as he kept pace with the Slytherin seeker.
"Hi, Potter." Neither boy looked at the other. They were too busy searching for the Snitch. They both saw it at the same time... then exchanged glances and let it dart back out of sight. They hadn't played Quidditch in so long... better to just let it go for now.
"Sephie!" yelped Katie Bell as the Slytherin Chaser set up for a shot. Sephie was immediately on it, firing it back to Angelina.
"Nice save by the GRYFFINDOR KEEPER!" cheered Lee. "Johnson has it... WATCH OUT, ANGELINA!!! Whew! Nice save by Weasley. Way to slam that Bludger, Fred!"
For once, McGonigall just sat back and enjoyed the fun.
"Thanks, hon!" yelled Angelina, rearing back on her broom to slam the Quaffle through the Goalposts.
"TEN POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR!!!!"
"Yeah!!!!" screamed Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Lexi, Jessi, and the Lupins. Jessi looked over at her daughter, who shrugged innocently.
"What?"
"I thought you were cheering for Draco," said her mother suspiciously.
"I am... and I cheering for Gryffindor."
Jessi smiled proudly, patting the gigantic dog sitting at her feet, who was barking joyfully.
"AND THE BLUDGER IS FLYING AROUND LIKE A- WAIT, WAS THAT THE SNITCH?!"
Harry and Draco were neck and neck for the Snitch. They both tried to grab it, but Harry got his hand under Draco's and got it, Draco only latching onto Harry's hand.
"AND POTTER GRABS THE SNITCH!"
They was mass cheering from the stands as the school poured onto the field.... but only a dozen saw Draco clap Harry on the back in congratulations.
~*~
Everyone headed back into the school to eat and relax with their families for the night. Mr. Weasley shot a mischievous look at his twin sons. "Do what you have to do yet?" he chuckled.
"On it," they chorused, off to find their girlfriends.
~*~ Fred ~*~
"Angelina?" he asked. She jumped.
"Blimey, Fred," she exclaimed, "you scared me!!!"
"Sorry," he laughed.
"So... what was that good idea you have up your sleeve?" she murmured, looping her arms around his neck.
"Well, I thought I should give you something for graduation," he said, reaching into the pocket of his robes.
"Ooh! What is it? Wait, Fred, you gave me my present," she said, confused.
"Well, this is a kind of dual present... depending on whether or not you say yes," he opened the box to show a ring.
"Will you, Angel?" he asked hopefully.
"Let's see... does this mean I'd spend every day with your prankster, annoying, freckled, immature... incredibly wonderful person?"
"That would be the idea," he said gallantly.
"Why not? I'd never be bored, that's for sure," she said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Angelina Ghanima Johnson!" he cried in mock outrage.
"Weasley, love," she murmured with a grin. "Angelina Ghanima WEASLEY."
~*~ George~*~
George swung Sephie into the alcove where they first kissed.
"George? Of course... who else? Great game, hon."
"You weren't so bad yourself," he told her, eyes twinkling.
"What do you want? I need to go find my OTHER adoring fans." Sephie batted her eyelashes.
"I wanted to give you something." He removed a box and took a ring on a fine gold chain out. Even Sephie was not a werewolf herself, she was born with an inbred dislike for the element silver.
"It's beautiful. What is it?" she asked, taking it carefully.
"A wizard promise ring. Kind of like... reassurance that I'll come back for you when you're ready."
Sephie grinned. She knew what George wasn't saying, but wanted him to say it. "Annnnddddd?"
"Well, when I put it on your finger, it'll be... like.."
"An engagement ring," she finished.
"Exactly." He waited silently.
"Would you clasp it for me?" she asked quietly, turning around and holding it out to him.
"Of course." He did so and turned her back around to kiss her gently. "Thank you."
~*~
Mrs. Weasley relaxed in the Gryffindor Common room. "I've always loved these chairs," she said neutrally, grinned at her youngest son as he intertwined his fingers with Hermione's. "So... you all head out for NYC tomorrow?"
"Yeah," George yawned. "I can't wait."
"And little Ginny off to Australia... where is Ginny?"
"Probably off saying goodbye to every stone in the hallways... as if she won't see them next year," scoffed Ron.
~*~
"Master," began Cho, "what do I do..."
"Silence, impudent child! So... the masquerade with Potter is not working... why?"
"He dislikes me, Master..."
"Then we must change our plans for next term. We shall see what happens over the summer. His Muggle relatives will not be too pleased, I imagine..."
They chuckled together as Ginny pulled back again, thanking God no one would be where Voldemort would think they would be THIS summer.