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W.A.T.
"Funny…the amount of damage a book can do." -CoS, Tom Riddle
"Carry Guns" are very popular in the Muggle world. The Glock 17, Beretta 92 and SIG 220 are not weapon wands for daily use. These guns require a written document called a permit for use. The majority of Muggles that wish to use weaponry would rather carry something lighter and less bulky, as they cannot perform shrinking charms for proper travel. Polymer and aluminum (see pg. 34 for more information on Muggle materials) are added in certain places to eliminate unwanted weight. The 1911, the most popular kind of carry gun used by Muggles, is chambered for a ".45 ACP", has a full length guide rod for aiming, and a very light weight when empty…
Harry put down the book after completing the first chapter. What the hell was going on in there? The two of them must be talking about books…Hermione's one true love! It still surprised him that she had turned down several different teaching positions at Hogwarts. It didn't surprise him that she received the Muggle equivalent of a Bachelor's Degree and a Master's Degree in her favorite subject, Arithmancy.
Harry's stomach growled loudly. A witch across the room looked up from her magazine and stared. Harry refrained from sighing loudly. The woman had red hair, like Ginny. His fiancée was beautiful in every way imaginable. He could not wait to see her this evening. The entire Weasley clan was arriving tonight to celebrate Ron and Charlie's return home from Romania, as well as Harry and Ginny's recent engagement. Harry remembered the way Ron acted when he found out that he and Ginny had been shagging. The sound of the shattering vase as it hit the wall rang in Harry's ears. Ron's face was bright red and his skin was completely taut. Harry was terrified that night, while Ginny was laughing, still wrapped up in the towel, legs damp from their shower a few minutes earlier.
When Ron had finally calmed down, he said, "Just don't let me HEAR you shagging, alright?" It was amusing to see Ron overreact so much, but still be promiscuous himself. Romanian women flocked to Ron like flies to sugar. Although he gave himself away to all those ready and willing, his heart still belonged to Hermione. Who, at the moment, was still being interviewed by Percy. Harry yawned and opened the book again.
Just as he was finishing the last sentence of the last page of the last chapter in the book, Hermione came into view.
"I'm so sorry, Harry, but that was the most intense interview I have ever gone through." Harry raised an eyebrow. The two walked outside in silence and DisApparated a moment later.
"I was being interviewed, Harry!" Hermione shrieked. "Ugh. I was being QUESTIONED. I was given an aptitude test, for Merlin's sake! It seems-" she sighed, "that they are not sure what my talents would be best used for. Although Wexler says that they need a brain like mine for detective work."
"Wexler?"
"Albert Wexler. He would be my superior. He's the head of the Department of Criminal and Terroristic Investigation-" Seeing the look of confusion on Harry's face, she continued, "A branch of the Department of Mysteries." Harry grew quiet. The Department of Mysteries always reminded him, and everyone, of Sirius, and his death.
"So, you'd be an Unspeakable?" Harry questioned.
"Not..exactly. There are so many branches of the Department of Mysteries that we aren't aware of because of the secrecy that is involved." Harry laughed.
"So you're going to be a Speakable?"
"At this point, I have no clue of who I am or what's going to happen."
"Ginny, love, congratulations. Harry dear, welcome to our family, officially." Molly Weasley gushed, as she escorted the couple out of the house.
"Molly, let them go! They've been trying to leave for twenty minutes." Arthur Weasley was directing his wife back inside their house. "DisApparate safely, you two. Owl me when you get home?"
"Daaad! I'm twenty three years old!"
"Right."
"Love you, Dad. Night, Mum!" Ginny called, waving back to the house.
Harry held Ginny's hand as they walked down the path to the front gate of the Burrow. Harry pulled Ginny into an embrace before they DisApparated.
"I cannot wait until you're Mrs. Harry Potter, and I can make love to you all day, every day and we can-"
"Who says that we can't do that right now?" Ginny quipped, giggling.
"Right. Your place or mine?" Harry whispered as Ginny rubbed him against him softly.
"Yours." She whispered.
With a crack, they were gone.
"I've owled just about everyone, Harry."
"Right," said Harry tensely.
"Harry, you're an unbelievable Seeker. You will amaze everyone. Again." Hermione spoke in a soft, maternal voice.
"It's only my second game, 'Mione."
"It's your millionth game total though." She reassured him.
She was right. The next day he would be playing his favorite sport, Quidditch with a professional team. He was thrilled to have been picked for the one of the Professional Quidditch League teams, Puddlemere United. His coach, Coach Kneeket, was almost as encouraging as his old Hogwarts Professor, Professor Snape. His coach always called Harry "flobberworm", and criticized his every move. In practice, he never once compliment a single catch, dive, or diversion of Harry's. Of course, he couldn't compliment his skills during a match because he had never been allowed to play. He sat out every game for four months, on the side of the pitch, next to the other alternates and the mediwizards. When the Seeker was injured last week, attempting to do the obsolete Wronskei Defensive Feint, once a classic Seeker diversion, originating from the Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum, Harry was sent in by Coach Kneeket out of sheer desperation. Harry had caught the glimmering Snitch two minutes later, saving the day, and managing to break a few records along the way.
Life was great. He was getting married to Virginia Weasley, the love of his life, he was playing for an unbelievable Quidditch team, and all of his friends and family would be there to see it all happen.
Except Hermione.
"I'm sorry, Harry, I cannot get out of this meeting with Albert Wexler. The final steps in determining my career plans are being taken in this meeting." He could hear the obvious disappointment in her voice as she spoke.
"It's alright, 'Mione. I'm happy for you. It's all coming together. For the both of us." Harry grinned.
"Good luck, tomorrow, Harry."
"Thanks, 'Mione." Harry sighed, "I'll need it."
Please Review! I know it's been FOREVER since I've updated anything, but I'm getting back on track and I'd love to hear from you & know what you'd like to see happen with this story… Any guesses as to what's gonna happen? Send em in a review. ;) -Daisy
