Here begins yet another installment of my Harry/Ron saga. I'm going to
make Draco fall in love with Harry!
Erm, just kidding. ^_^
And now for the seriosity: DISCLAIMER: This story is based on stuff by J.K. Rowling, and I'm not making a cent on it. Oh yeah, and it is SLASH. So you no likee, go read something more....tame?
Yep.
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Part 23
Harry screamed as loudly as he could.
"SIRIUS!" Harry scrambled to his feet, not caring that an irate Voldemort was getting up or that Draco was still unconscious next to him. He ran right up to Sirius and wrapped his arms around him. As he released, Sirius only looked forward.
"Sirius Black." Voldemort's cruel voice. "A very unexpected surprise."
Sirius stood tall, with a look that would have drained the life out of a Dementor.
"You cant protect him forever, Sirius. I will have my day with him." Voldemort smiled widely.
"You may. But he will be prepared and he will beat you, you bloody bastard."
Harry stood next to Sirius, still staring at him. His look of awe shone as he held onto Sirius' sleeve with one hand and vaguely pointed his wand at Vodemort.
"Such language. Such a small man. The ghost of a man. You are mine." Voldemort waved his wand, and a large white blob shot out. As it rushed at Sirius, it spread wider until it looked like a wall. Just as it reached Sirius' wand he muttered something quickly and the whole wall dissolved.
Voldemort didn't look surprised, though he may have been. "Impressive. That is not all I have, however."
"I'm sure. If I were you, I'd beat feet before I make you a lesser Dark Lord in front of Harry."
Voldemort's eyes widened, scaly face scrunching up. "You will do NO SUCH THING! Reparisto!"
Another white blob, but it stayed a blob as it came.
"Blasto." With these words the blob stopped in mid-air and dissolved.
Harry gaped. What he could not do, Sirius was doing with great ease. Harry didn't know whether to be thrilled or frightened.
"Hexus noternus!" Another spell spat out by Voldemort. It took the shape of a thin, bird-like creature.
"Verta hexanon!" Sirius spoke loudly, and the bird burst into hundreds of white sparks before reaching them.
Now Voldemort was positively seething. Breathing heavily, he stepped toward them. He pointed his wand at Harry and spoke. Harry watched in horror as a great, black shape wisped quickly out of Voldemort's wand and slithered quickly toward him. Sirius put Harry behind him. Harry felt confident that Sirius was about to block the spell, but when he didn't raise his wand, Harry screamed.
"No!"
The black snake hit Sirius and began winding itself around him tightly. If Sirius was strained he didn't show it. Then the snake started getting blacker, if such a thing were possible. Harry felt a pit of horror build as Sirius was enveloped by the blackness.
"Sirius! Erm, what spell?" Harry screamed again. "Waddiwassi!" When that did nothing, Harry yelled louder. "Relashio!"
That also did nothing. However, a beat later Harry saw the blackness begin to brighten. As it got whiter and whiter, Sirius' silhouette stood out in great contrast.
"Not while I'm HERE!" As Sirius yelled the whiteness exploded and left Sirius standing there, still looking furious.
Harry was sure Voldemort gasped.
Sirius pointed his wand at Voldemort. "Through now. Vindicto."
A blast of purple flew out of Sirius' wand and rushed at Voldemort. As it neared, it illuminated Voldemort's face, and Harry could make out some counter-spell being recited. Whatever it was, it didn't work. Voldemort flew backward, and he lost grip of his wand.
Sirius grabbed Harry. "We have to leave now!" To Draco's body: "Mobilicorpus." Draco's body lifted up and followed them as Sirius dragged Harry down the hall.
"But....Sirius....wait! Sirius, Hermione! And Ron!"
Sirius stopped and his face looked frantic. "Where?"
Harry shook his head. "Hermione is up ahead in a cabin. Ron...Ron...."
"Harry, we have to go NOW. I don't have a whole lot longer with the major magicks."
Harry's chin dropped. "But I have to go back! You weakened Voldemort, now I can go through and get Ron-"
"Harry, you have to come with me. You have to. If you go back, that'll be you gone too."
"But RON!"
"You'll get him, just not now. Lead me to Hermione."
Harry stood, very torn. Sirius began to drag him again, but Harry shook him off and ran on with them. He had the worst feeling in his gut, as though butterflies were attempting to take over his entire abdomen and not just his stomach.
'Ron.'
Harry opened Hermione's cabin in a sort of daze. He heard Sirius say the spell that allowed Hermione's body to float along. They ran toward the back of the train.
"Sirius, how are we going to get out?"
"Keep running!" Harry sped up. "There is a point at the end of the train at which you can recite the exit spell. Then it will teleport you out."
"To where?" Harry panted.
"Back to your bodies."
Harry was speechless. What kind of 'inconceivable' world was this?
"But Sirius! That means you cant....." Harry had a tinge of the feeling he felt when Sirius was killed.
Sirius stopped. Harry did as well.
"No, I cant." He said this quietly.
"But I just get you back, and....you have to come back! I cant live with the Dursley's...."
"Harry. Harry, look at me." Harry looked up into Sirius' eyes. "Harry, I really - I really died. I don't have a body to go back to. And I wont see you after this." Sirius hugged Harry very tightly. "But....you are so strong. Just like your dad. You are becoming an excellent wizard and a man I am proud to call my godson."
Harry choked on a sob in Sirius' robe. Sirius patted Harry's back. "C'mon, we really have to go." Harry reluctantly let go and they continued moving.
All was still as they reached the end of the train. There were counters on either side of them and a door in front of them. Sirius moved ahead, and touched the door with his wand. Harry didn't hear him say anything.
Suddenly the door vanished and was replaced by a white opening. Harry thought briefly that it seemed somewhat stereotypical, but he wasn't one to argue with white openings.
Sirius deftly maneuvered Hermione's body through the door, then Draco's. Harry walked up to Sirius, and that familiar stinging came back to him.
"What are you....I mean, where will you go?"
Sirius looked like he was fighting emotion. "I will go back to death, Harry. Just-" Sirius held up his hand as Harry was about to interrupt him. "Just remember, I am with you all the time. I love you Harry. You are my family."
Harry gave Sirius another large hug, but this time he took the time to relish it.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry looked up at Sirius. "Goodbye." His voice broke. Sirius pushed him toward the door. Harry dragged his feet until he heard a cackling coming from down the hall. Then he saw another of those flying green skulls.
"Go, now!" Sirius pushed Harry through the door. Harry's last sight was Sirius turning around, knee-length black coat whipping about him.
Part 24
Ron didn't see the bolt of the killing curse hit him. In fact, he looked up, expecting that maybe he had died so suddenly so as to be awakened in the next life. He would have believed it better if Malfoy weren't still standing over him with a look of pure horror and fear on his face. Then the familiar hissing voice:
"If you had killed him, Lucius, I would have tortured you beyond belief." Malfoy merely nodded and backed away from Ron. Ron's head still swam.
"Did you administer the potion?" Ron heard Malfoy grunt in response.
Ron knew that his will was escaping him quickly. What was he going to tell them? Would they hear about the defense strategy of the Wealsey house? The spells that protected it? The love for Harry?
Two cold hands grabbed Ron's shoulders and propped him up. Ron's chin was forced upward and he found himself staring into two very red eyes.
"Raaaaaaaaahnald." The breath of the voice made Ron nauseous. "Where is Harry Potter now?"
This seemed like an easy and reasonable question to Ron.
"I don't....know." His voice was flat and monotone.
"Where are you?"
"I....don't know." Ron knew he could answer questions.
"Where did Harry Potter stay for the summer?"
"Harry stayed....why, he stayed with me. At the Burrow." Matter of fact. Harry stayed with them. Ron's face involuntarily scrunched up in a look of pain.
"How was this possible?"
"I asked him........I asked him to stay with me. He said yes.......he came to stay with us when Dumbledore made sure it was safe."
"And was it safe?"
"Oh yes. Voldemort didn't get us." Ron almost smiled.
"Who are Harry Potter's closest friends?"
"Hermione. Cho. Me." Ron cringed when he said Cho's name. His voice was still flat.
Voldemort smiled. "Cho?"
"Cho Chang."
"Who is Cho Chang?"
"Harry went out with her for a while last year. They still talk."
"Does Harry have a girlfriend now?"
Ron shook his head sadly.
"Is Cho Chang still at Hogwarts?" Voldemort sounded like he was putting something together.
"No. She left last year." Ron felt suddenly like sleep would be a very good thing.
"Where is she?"
Ron strained his brain. He didn't have any idea. Voldemort seemed to sense this. "What will Harry Potter do when he finds out I've killed you?" A twisted smile accompanied this question.
"Harry wont care. He doesn't want me anymore." Ron's eyes suddenly closed.
Voldemort stood and swept past Malfoy quickly.
"See that he stays alive, Lucius. For your sake."
Lucius only nodded.
Part 25
Harry opened his eyes groggily. His body was aching. He heard gasps around him, and a buzzing of words and noises.
"He's awake!"
"Get Dumbledore!"
"Harry! Harrrrr....."
As Harry came to consciousness, he realized he was on the train, but people were standing around him in a large circle. Suddenly his memories came back to him.
"Ron!" Harry yelled weakly. A couple of people leaned down toward Harry.
"Ron's down the hall," a young man said. Harry recognized the face of Seamus Finnigan. "You all right, Harry? We were worried!"
As he finished, the throng of people split in half and Harry saw Headmaster Dumbledore come through. Harry leaned up on an elbow and looked at him pleadingly.
"Ron?"
Dumbledore's face looked extremely grave. Even the smile lines that he usually had looked like lines of worry instead. Harry's stomach felt like it dropped several meters.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and Harry grabbed it. He was brought to his feet quickly. Harry's head swam a bit and Dumbledore led him by the elbow out of the train. They made their way to a carriage, and Dumbledore made sure Harry was in it before getting in himself. Harry leaned against Dumbledore for support.
"Harry, we're going to need to know exactly what happened." Dumbledore's kind eyes were a severe contrast from a moment ago. Harry nodded to this. "Good. Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy are both conscious and heading up to the castle. I wanted to tell you about Ron."
Harry shot to attention. He wanted to ask a million questions, but he knew that they would all be answered if he kept quiet for the moment. He'd learned a bit of patience over the past two years.
"Mr. Weasley's body is mostly fine."
"Ronald's body?" Harry excalimed.
Dumbledore continued. "Ronald's mind, however, is still trapped in the Grendarius Penser."
Harry's chin dropped.
"The Grendarius Penser was an artifact that was being kept by the Ministry of Magic, among other magical items."
"Voldemort told me all that. He told me that it was his world, that he'd gotten some artifact. But....why was Sirius there?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "Why, because he entered that world."
Harry's face dropped. It was true.
"He also said....that he wasn't going to be very powerful for very long. Why not?"
Dumbledore touched his beard thoughtfully. "I suspect that without grounding in this world, one cannot maintain one's power in that world."
Harry's head dropped. "How, then, how-"
"Much more time for questions later, Harry. We must ask you questions soon, so that we may determine the best course of action in getting Ronald back."
Harry went from feeling indignant to feeling guilty for it. He merely nodded.
The carriage pulled up in front of Hogwarts, and what was usually a rather joyous occasion was now painful. Harry exited the carriage and walked with Dumbledore up the familiar stone steps and into the main hall. They walked through the halls and up to the door of Dumbledore's office, where Harry heard Dumbledore say 'Non pareil.' The door slid open and Dumbledore waited for Harry to walk through before entering.
As Harry walked into Dumbledore's office, he noticed that Hermione was sitting to the right of his desk, Malfoy to the left. There was a chair in the middle. Both people looked back, and Hermione jumped up and grasped Harry tightly.
"Oh, Harry! I was afraid you were like....like...." She suddenly burst out into tears, and then apologized profusely.
Draco nodded at Harry. Harry looked at him with a look that was only slightly less severe than normal. He sat in the chair, after helping Hermione to hers. Dumbledore rounded the teens and sat before his great desk. Harry noticed that Fawkes was nowhere to be seen.
Dumbledore looked from one to the other. "I understand you all have been through a very traumatic period."
Draco snorted. Harry glanced at him punitively. Dumbledore seemed unperturbed by the rudeness.
"Beginning with Harry, I would like to hear everything that went on as you remember it."
Harry took a deep breath.
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Well now I'm in the thick of it. I sincerely hope I've stayed in character...erm, rather, that they have stayed in character. Humorously or not, I've just learned what mpreg is. Pregnancy?!? Sorry, much lol here. I didn't say I wasn't thick, I just write fic. (o:`,
A mighty 'Liv tor hich moshma' to those who've taken the time to review: this time, only viu. Thanks!
Erm, just kidding. ^_^
And now for the seriosity: DISCLAIMER: This story is based on stuff by J.K. Rowling, and I'm not making a cent on it. Oh yeah, and it is SLASH. So you no likee, go read something more....tame?
Yep.
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Part 23
Harry screamed as loudly as he could.
"SIRIUS!" Harry scrambled to his feet, not caring that an irate Voldemort was getting up or that Draco was still unconscious next to him. He ran right up to Sirius and wrapped his arms around him. As he released, Sirius only looked forward.
"Sirius Black." Voldemort's cruel voice. "A very unexpected surprise."
Sirius stood tall, with a look that would have drained the life out of a Dementor.
"You cant protect him forever, Sirius. I will have my day with him." Voldemort smiled widely.
"You may. But he will be prepared and he will beat you, you bloody bastard."
Harry stood next to Sirius, still staring at him. His look of awe shone as he held onto Sirius' sleeve with one hand and vaguely pointed his wand at Vodemort.
"Such language. Such a small man. The ghost of a man. You are mine." Voldemort waved his wand, and a large white blob shot out. As it rushed at Sirius, it spread wider until it looked like a wall. Just as it reached Sirius' wand he muttered something quickly and the whole wall dissolved.
Voldemort didn't look surprised, though he may have been. "Impressive. That is not all I have, however."
"I'm sure. If I were you, I'd beat feet before I make you a lesser Dark Lord in front of Harry."
Voldemort's eyes widened, scaly face scrunching up. "You will do NO SUCH THING! Reparisto!"
Another white blob, but it stayed a blob as it came.
"Blasto." With these words the blob stopped in mid-air and dissolved.
Harry gaped. What he could not do, Sirius was doing with great ease. Harry didn't know whether to be thrilled or frightened.
"Hexus noternus!" Another spell spat out by Voldemort. It took the shape of a thin, bird-like creature.
"Verta hexanon!" Sirius spoke loudly, and the bird burst into hundreds of white sparks before reaching them.
Now Voldemort was positively seething. Breathing heavily, he stepped toward them. He pointed his wand at Harry and spoke. Harry watched in horror as a great, black shape wisped quickly out of Voldemort's wand and slithered quickly toward him. Sirius put Harry behind him. Harry felt confident that Sirius was about to block the spell, but when he didn't raise his wand, Harry screamed.
"No!"
The black snake hit Sirius and began winding itself around him tightly. If Sirius was strained he didn't show it. Then the snake started getting blacker, if such a thing were possible. Harry felt a pit of horror build as Sirius was enveloped by the blackness.
"Sirius! Erm, what spell?" Harry screamed again. "Waddiwassi!" When that did nothing, Harry yelled louder. "Relashio!"
That also did nothing. However, a beat later Harry saw the blackness begin to brighten. As it got whiter and whiter, Sirius' silhouette stood out in great contrast.
"Not while I'm HERE!" As Sirius yelled the whiteness exploded and left Sirius standing there, still looking furious.
Harry was sure Voldemort gasped.
Sirius pointed his wand at Voldemort. "Through now. Vindicto."
A blast of purple flew out of Sirius' wand and rushed at Voldemort. As it neared, it illuminated Voldemort's face, and Harry could make out some counter-spell being recited. Whatever it was, it didn't work. Voldemort flew backward, and he lost grip of his wand.
Sirius grabbed Harry. "We have to leave now!" To Draco's body: "Mobilicorpus." Draco's body lifted up and followed them as Sirius dragged Harry down the hall.
"But....Sirius....wait! Sirius, Hermione! And Ron!"
Sirius stopped and his face looked frantic. "Where?"
Harry shook his head. "Hermione is up ahead in a cabin. Ron...Ron...."
"Harry, we have to go NOW. I don't have a whole lot longer with the major magicks."
Harry's chin dropped. "But I have to go back! You weakened Voldemort, now I can go through and get Ron-"
"Harry, you have to come with me. You have to. If you go back, that'll be you gone too."
"But RON!"
"You'll get him, just not now. Lead me to Hermione."
Harry stood, very torn. Sirius began to drag him again, but Harry shook him off and ran on with them. He had the worst feeling in his gut, as though butterflies were attempting to take over his entire abdomen and not just his stomach.
'Ron.'
Harry opened Hermione's cabin in a sort of daze. He heard Sirius say the spell that allowed Hermione's body to float along. They ran toward the back of the train.
"Sirius, how are we going to get out?"
"Keep running!" Harry sped up. "There is a point at the end of the train at which you can recite the exit spell. Then it will teleport you out."
"To where?" Harry panted.
"Back to your bodies."
Harry was speechless. What kind of 'inconceivable' world was this?
"But Sirius! That means you cant....." Harry had a tinge of the feeling he felt when Sirius was killed.
Sirius stopped. Harry did as well.
"No, I cant." He said this quietly.
"But I just get you back, and....you have to come back! I cant live with the Dursley's...."
"Harry. Harry, look at me." Harry looked up into Sirius' eyes. "Harry, I really - I really died. I don't have a body to go back to. And I wont see you after this." Sirius hugged Harry very tightly. "But....you are so strong. Just like your dad. You are becoming an excellent wizard and a man I am proud to call my godson."
Harry choked on a sob in Sirius' robe. Sirius patted Harry's back. "C'mon, we really have to go." Harry reluctantly let go and they continued moving.
All was still as they reached the end of the train. There were counters on either side of them and a door in front of them. Sirius moved ahead, and touched the door with his wand. Harry didn't hear him say anything.
Suddenly the door vanished and was replaced by a white opening. Harry thought briefly that it seemed somewhat stereotypical, but he wasn't one to argue with white openings.
Sirius deftly maneuvered Hermione's body through the door, then Draco's. Harry walked up to Sirius, and that familiar stinging came back to him.
"What are you....I mean, where will you go?"
Sirius looked like he was fighting emotion. "I will go back to death, Harry. Just-" Sirius held up his hand as Harry was about to interrupt him. "Just remember, I am with you all the time. I love you Harry. You are my family."
Harry gave Sirius another large hug, but this time he took the time to relish it.
"Goodbye, Harry."
Harry looked up at Sirius. "Goodbye." His voice broke. Sirius pushed him toward the door. Harry dragged his feet until he heard a cackling coming from down the hall. Then he saw another of those flying green skulls.
"Go, now!" Sirius pushed Harry through the door. Harry's last sight was Sirius turning around, knee-length black coat whipping about him.
Part 24
Ron didn't see the bolt of the killing curse hit him. In fact, he looked up, expecting that maybe he had died so suddenly so as to be awakened in the next life. He would have believed it better if Malfoy weren't still standing over him with a look of pure horror and fear on his face. Then the familiar hissing voice:
"If you had killed him, Lucius, I would have tortured you beyond belief." Malfoy merely nodded and backed away from Ron. Ron's head still swam.
"Did you administer the potion?" Ron heard Malfoy grunt in response.
Ron knew that his will was escaping him quickly. What was he going to tell them? Would they hear about the defense strategy of the Wealsey house? The spells that protected it? The love for Harry?
Two cold hands grabbed Ron's shoulders and propped him up. Ron's chin was forced upward and he found himself staring into two very red eyes.
"Raaaaaaaaahnald." The breath of the voice made Ron nauseous. "Where is Harry Potter now?"
This seemed like an easy and reasonable question to Ron.
"I don't....know." His voice was flat and monotone.
"Where are you?"
"I....don't know." Ron knew he could answer questions.
"Where did Harry Potter stay for the summer?"
"Harry stayed....why, he stayed with me. At the Burrow." Matter of fact. Harry stayed with them. Ron's face involuntarily scrunched up in a look of pain.
"How was this possible?"
"I asked him........I asked him to stay with me. He said yes.......he came to stay with us when Dumbledore made sure it was safe."
"And was it safe?"
"Oh yes. Voldemort didn't get us." Ron almost smiled.
"Who are Harry Potter's closest friends?"
"Hermione. Cho. Me." Ron cringed when he said Cho's name. His voice was still flat.
Voldemort smiled. "Cho?"
"Cho Chang."
"Who is Cho Chang?"
"Harry went out with her for a while last year. They still talk."
"Does Harry have a girlfriend now?"
Ron shook his head sadly.
"Is Cho Chang still at Hogwarts?" Voldemort sounded like he was putting something together.
"No. She left last year." Ron felt suddenly like sleep would be a very good thing.
"Where is she?"
Ron strained his brain. He didn't have any idea. Voldemort seemed to sense this. "What will Harry Potter do when he finds out I've killed you?" A twisted smile accompanied this question.
"Harry wont care. He doesn't want me anymore." Ron's eyes suddenly closed.
Voldemort stood and swept past Malfoy quickly.
"See that he stays alive, Lucius. For your sake."
Lucius only nodded.
Part 25
Harry opened his eyes groggily. His body was aching. He heard gasps around him, and a buzzing of words and noises.
"He's awake!"
"Get Dumbledore!"
"Harry! Harrrrr....."
As Harry came to consciousness, he realized he was on the train, but people were standing around him in a large circle. Suddenly his memories came back to him.
"Ron!" Harry yelled weakly. A couple of people leaned down toward Harry.
"Ron's down the hall," a young man said. Harry recognized the face of Seamus Finnigan. "You all right, Harry? We were worried!"
As he finished, the throng of people split in half and Harry saw Headmaster Dumbledore come through. Harry leaned up on an elbow and looked at him pleadingly.
"Ron?"
Dumbledore's face looked extremely grave. Even the smile lines that he usually had looked like lines of worry instead. Harry's stomach felt like it dropped several meters.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand, and Harry grabbed it. He was brought to his feet quickly. Harry's head swam a bit and Dumbledore led him by the elbow out of the train. They made their way to a carriage, and Dumbledore made sure Harry was in it before getting in himself. Harry leaned against Dumbledore for support.
"Harry, we're going to need to know exactly what happened." Dumbledore's kind eyes were a severe contrast from a moment ago. Harry nodded to this. "Good. Miss Granger and Mister Malfoy are both conscious and heading up to the castle. I wanted to tell you about Ron."
Harry shot to attention. He wanted to ask a million questions, but he knew that they would all be answered if he kept quiet for the moment. He'd learned a bit of patience over the past two years.
"Mr. Weasley's body is mostly fine."
"Ronald's body?" Harry excalimed.
Dumbledore continued. "Ronald's mind, however, is still trapped in the Grendarius Penser."
Harry's chin dropped.
"The Grendarius Penser was an artifact that was being kept by the Ministry of Magic, among other magical items."
"Voldemort told me all that. He told me that it was his world, that he'd gotten some artifact. But....why was Sirius there?"
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows. "Why, because he entered that world."
Harry's face dropped. It was true.
"He also said....that he wasn't going to be very powerful for very long. Why not?"
Dumbledore touched his beard thoughtfully. "I suspect that without grounding in this world, one cannot maintain one's power in that world."
Harry's head dropped. "How, then, how-"
"Much more time for questions later, Harry. We must ask you questions soon, so that we may determine the best course of action in getting Ronald back."
Harry went from feeling indignant to feeling guilty for it. He merely nodded.
The carriage pulled up in front of Hogwarts, and what was usually a rather joyous occasion was now painful. Harry exited the carriage and walked with Dumbledore up the familiar stone steps and into the main hall. They walked through the halls and up to the door of Dumbledore's office, where Harry heard Dumbledore say 'Non pareil.' The door slid open and Dumbledore waited for Harry to walk through before entering.
As Harry walked into Dumbledore's office, he noticed that Hermione was sitting to the right of his desk, Malfoy to the left. There was a chair in the middle. Both people looked back, and Hermione jumped up and grasped Harry tightly.
"Oh, Harry! I was afraid you were like....like...." She suddenly burst out into tears, and then apologized profusely.
Draco nodded at Harry. Harry looked at him with a look that was only slightly less severe than normal. He sat in the chair, after helping Hermione to hers. Dumbledore rounded the teens and sat before his great desk. Harry noticed that Fawkes was nowhere to be seen.
Dumbledore looked from one to the other. "I understand you all have been through a very traumatic period."
Draco snorted. Harry glanced at him punitively. Dumbledore seemed unperturbed by the rudeness.
"Beginning with Harry, I would like to hear everything that went on as you remember it."
Harry took a deep breath.
***---***
Well now I'm in the thick of it. I sincerely hope I've stayed in character...erm, rather, that they have stayed in character. Humorously or not, I've just learned what mpreg is. Pregnancy?!? Sorry, much lol here. I didn't say I wasn't thick, I just write fic. (o:`,
A mighty 'Liv tor hich moshma' to those who've taken the time to review: this time, only viu. Thanks!