Chapter 6:
Everyone jumped up excitedly. Tonks was practically jumping. Harry noted to himself that she seemed to have finally forgiven Remus for falling in love with Evelyn. Or maybe she just liked babies? Either way, she was going crazy.
"Oooh, can I come?" asked Lavender with excitement.
"Yeah! Me too!" said Parvati enthusiastically. "Babies are so cute…"
Tonks frowned at her. "No, sorry, but the only people who can come are Americans, godparents, and… peoples' names that begin with an 'H.' Parvati scowled.
"Fine then. But I'm GOING to get out of this bloody pyramid!" Harry turned to Hermione questioningly.
"It's like house arrest. We aren't allowed to go anywhere for the time being…"
Tonks sighed loudly. Today she was wearing one of the shirts Fred and George had given Harry for his birthday. "Well, come on! We're Portkeying to St. Mungo's." She started digging through her pockets for a portkey. She pulled out several gum wrappers, a key, a letter, and, finally, the Portkey, which was a mini-calendar. She looked at her watch. "It goes off in thirty seconds," she said, suddenly dropping the letter. "Oops," she laughed, "I'll get that…"
"No, Tonks, it's fine," said Lenore, bending to pick it up.
"No!" yelled Tonks, as the letter had fallen face-up and open, "I've got it!" She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, nearly shoving Lenore out of the way, but before she managed to get it, Harry saw the first line and read it hurriedly.
My Dear Tonks, I am so sorry that I can't make it up this week. But we'll definitely be able to see each other when Fleur goes into labor, I'm sure I'll be able to come—
"Okay," said Tonks loudly, "Five seconds! Everyone grab it!" Harry reached out and touched the pocket-calendar. In a moment he felt the familiar pull from his navel. A moment later he stood in the lobby of St. Mungo's, thinking of the letter. Who was Tonks seeing?
"All right- we are on floor 4. They have the birthing ward with Spell damage because nothing there's contagious, and usually those people are in and out on the same day. Follow me." Tonks walked hurriedly over to the lift, where they rode up to the fourth floor. In the elevator, Harry was busy thinking when Asher finally noticed him.
"Oh, hi, you must be Harry?" Harry turned and nodded, smiling.
"Yes, I'm Harry- and it's Asher, right? I've heard a lot about you from Lenore." Asher grinned.
"Yeah. I've heard a lot about you, too, eh? Boy who lived and all?" Upon seeing Harry freeze for a moment, he laughed easily. "It's fine; I was joking. I don't care about any of that."
"Oh, good," said Harry. "For a moment I thought you were serious." At that, Tabby laughed.
"Asher, serious? That's a good one," laughed Tabby as the door of the lift opened. Everyone laughed lightly, except for Hermione who glared at Tabby. Harry wondered what had ever happened between those two. They all hurried out of the lift and walked down the hallway that said "Maternity Ward." There were about twenty rooms, though it didn't sound as if they were all occupied.
"Evelyn is in room…" began Tonks, fishing out a piece of paper, "211." The room was about halfway down the hall, on the right. Tonks knocked twice before opening the door.
"Hi!" she called as the six people entered.
"Hello," said Remus, rushing over. "Thank Merlin you are all here… I'm not ready; I can't handle this! Evelyn's going crazy or something… and Calli's not here yet- What a disaster! Evelyn just keeps saying that she NEEDS me here and she NEEDS a woman!"
"How much has she dilated so far?" asked Hermione concernedly. Harry, Remus, and Asher, the only males in the room, exchanged slightly panicked looks. Lenore, Tabby, and Hermione were all talking with Evelyn.
"Wanna go to the tearoom?" asked Harry to Asher suddenly.
"That sounds really, really good," said the boy. They both exited the room, laughing at Remus's pleading look. As soon as the door closed, they started walking as quickly as possible.
"We need… to get out… of this ward," said Asher seriously.
"I know," agreed Harry. "Come on; let's go upstairs." Asher nodded and they hurried up to the tearoom, which was nice and crowded with non-in labor people. "So," began Harry as they sat down at a small table together, "Lenore said you were dead… where were you for the past year?" Nice conversation-starter, he thought to himself.
Asher sighed and pushed his golden hair to the side, grinning. "Where to start?" he asked. "Well, after the terrorist attack, Aurors came in, almost immediately, finding survivors. My family and I were all underground in a really safe structure, and we were injured, but not killed. The Aurors found us and said that my father was very high on the terrorist hit-list, being an Ambassador, and all, to Wizarding Russia. So they put our names on the list of the dead, forbid us to tell anyone, and sent us to a secret house in Siberia, where we were the past year. Then, however, we applied for Wizarding Witness Protection, and were given a new last name, and Dad applied to be Ambassador of America to England's wizarding world. And we got it, and I was enrolled in Hogwarts. I had no idea that either Tabby or Lenore were alive- I heard that Lenore died around the same time as I supposedly did and I heard about the attack on our school… I was so surprised when I ran into none other than Tabby at the Pyramid, where my family's staying until summer's over."
"Wow," said Harry, impressed. "So you were in Siberia? Funny, that's where Calli stayed while in hiding."
"Calli?" asked Asher. "Was that one of the girls in the Pyramid?"
"No, no," said Harry. "Those were Padma and Parvati and Lavender… Calli is Calista Wentworth. She was our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, along with Evelyn, who's having the baby right now. They're best friends, and were my mother's best friends at Hogwarts. Calli was also engaged to my godfather before she went into hiding."
"Oh," said Asher. "I know a bit about your parents… but who's your godfather?" Harry tried not to think.
"Sirius Black… but he died in my fifth year."
"Oh," said Asher. "I'm really sorry-"
"It's fine," said Harry, waving it away. But was it really? No, he decided, it wasn't. After a moment of silence, Harry spoke once more. "So you're going to Hogwarts?" he asked interestedly.
"Yeah," said Asher, grinning. "It'll be cool; last year I was home schooled, in Siberia, and I couldn't wait to get back to New York. But then… you know, with my school and all… that was what made a lot of Americans agree with Britain and join the fight and everything. I was a little bit nervous about Hogwarts, but now I'm not, really. So far everyone seems really nice, and since Lenore will be there, it shouldn't be bad at all!"
Harry laughed. "Wait until you meet the Slytherins- or most of them anyway. You won't think everyone's nice anymore. They're obsessed with Pure-bloods and Voldemort and hate everyone else." Harry noticed that Asher didn't shake at the name Voldemort, but that was probably because he grew up in another country. Asher frowned.
"Are you a pureblood?" he asked Harry. Harry vaguely wondered if Asher was like a Slytherin, but dismissed the thought as he recalled that Lenore wasn't pureblood, and neither was Tabby.
"No," said Harry. "My Mum was a muggle-born, and as far as I know, my Dad was a pureblood." Asher nodded.
"Yeah. I'm a pureblood, but I don't really care about all that. It doesn't matter what kind of blood you have; I mean someone in our school was Muggle-born and he was one of the most powerful. We didn't have houses there; just random dormitories. I guess we kind of did have Houses, but it was more like, 'Hallway One,' and hallways two, three, four, and five. But our school never had inner-school competitions. We competed with schools in other states- it was a lot of traveling on weekends! But you made friends with people all over the country." Harry nodded slowly.
"That's a good idea- but I suppose Hogwarts is probably the only school in all of Britain, so it would be a bit more complicated."
"True," said Asher passively. "What House are you in?"
"Gryffindor," said Harry somewhat proudly. Asher laughed.
"Sheesh- I haven't met any Slytherins or Ravenclaws, and only one Hufflepuff, but about ten Gryffindors or more!"
"Tabby was a Slytherin," noted Harry. Asher looked surprised.
"Really? Tabby, a Slytherin? Hmm, I guess I can see that. But it's still weird. I hope I'm a Gryffindor; I'd like being in the same house as the people I've met so far. There are a lot of hot girls at your school!" he then said. "Which House do you think has more?"
Harry shrugged. "In my fifth year I went out with a really pretty girl from Ravenclaw- and last year and so far this year I've been with Ginny Weasley- she's going to be a sixth year Gryffindor."
"Oh- is she Ron's brother?" asked Asher vaguely.
"Yeah," said Harry. "How'd you know?"
"Their Dad's the Minister of Magic here, and my Dad's an Ambassador here from the United States. We've had dinner with them a few times. Yeah; Ginny's really pretty."
"Did you say that you knew Lenore?" asked Harry. "I'm surprised they never wrote about you."
"No," said Asher. "They never said anything about her. I didn't find out she was still alive until I came to the pyramid. But 'no letters in or out,' so I couldn't even Owl her! But at least I saw Tabby- do either of them have boyfriends?" he then asked abruptly. "I don't like either that way, but I'm just curious."
"Yeah," grinned Harry. "Lenore's seeing a Slytherin named Draco Malfoy, that used to be all of our enemies- and then we became friends after I got really mad and cast an Unforgivable on him."
"What?" asked Asher, impressed. "You cast an Unforgivable? As in Imperio, Crucio, and… Avada Kedavra?" he ended in a whisper. Harry laughed bitterly.
"A few fair times… and I never enjoyed doing any of them, except the one on Malfoy, of course." Asher's blue eyes looked surprised. "Just kidding," he added.
"Wow," complimented Asher. "I've never even tried one. I want to be a professional Quidditch player when I graduate. I'm said to be very good, actually. My school's tem, where I was Seeker, won the National championship," he boasted. "I'm definitely trying out for the team..."
"Really?" asked Harry, stomach sinking. Hopefully he wouldn't be good enough to get Harry off the team or something. "I'm a Seeker too, for Gryffindor."
"Oh?" asked Asher, unimpressed.
"Yeah," said Harry, feeling the sudden need to prove himself. "I was the youngest to get on the team in a century." Asher suddenly looked less smug. "The only game I ever lost for the team was when dementors invaded the field once in my third year, and we still won the Quidditch Cup anyway." Yes, Asher definitely looked less smug. Harry decided to leave out the fact that that was the only year, due to strange technicalities, that Gryffindor had ever won the Quidditch Cup with Harry on the team. "So what were you saying? You're trying out?" asked Harry politely.
"Yeah," said Asher defensively. "But I'm a really good Chaser, too."
"Oh," nodded Harry, feeling a bit happier. Suddenly, he heard several voices in a quick succession, two from one lift and one from another.
"Harry!" came Hermione's voice, nearly quivering with excitement. "Harry!"
Then came another voice. "Hermione; Harry! What are you doing here?"
"Harry! Harry, guess what? Oh my- what are you all doing here?"
Harry ignored the first voice and turned to the second two. There stood Ron- taller than ever, and beside him, Ginny. Merlin, she was beautiful! She was smiling with excitement, eyes sparkling, and silky red curls falling gracefully down her back. "Ginny!" he yelled happily, as Ginny ran over to him. As he caught her, he knew that it had been too long a time to go without her. He picked her up and kissed her, while she laughed happily.
"Harry!" she said teasingly. "Put me down- what if you drop me? And Happy Birthday! I wanted to give you my present in person, but I didn't know you'd be here…" Harry smiled and whispered into her ear, "I would never drop you. And thanks. But you know you don't need to give me a present." He laughed as he put her down and kissed her again.
"Harry, watch what you're doing with my sister!" said Ron, scowling. Harry laughed.
"Sorry, mate…" He then looked into Ginny's eyes. "Later," he whispered. She nodded, brown eyes dancing with excitement.
By this time, Hermione had reached them. "Hi, Ron," she said breathlessly. Ron smiled and his ears turned a light crimson. He then gathered her into his arms and kissed her, much deeper that Harry and Ginny had kissed. Ginny started tapping her foot teasingly and loudly cleared her throat.
"Sorry," said Ron, grinning, releasing Hermione, who, although she seemed more composed than Ron, was a bit pink.
"So what are you guys doing here?" asked Ron and Harry at the same time. Ginny laughed.
"Well," she said, taking it upon herself to answer first, "Fleur is having her baby! I'm so excited; I'm going to be an Aunt! Auntie Genevra…"
"Fleur's in labor already?" asked Hermione, surprised.
Ginny nodded excitedly. "Yeah; the baby's three weeks early!"
"Wow," murmured Hermione. "Anyway, we're here because Evelyn's having her baby! Her baby's late. Wouldn't it be fun if they had the same birthday?"
"Yeah!" said Ginny excitedly. "Don't you love babies?" Hermione giggled, and Harry, Ron, and Asher exchanged looks, rolling their eyes.
"So you two know Asher?" asked Ron to Harry and Hermione.
"Yes, and did you know that he was best friends with Lenore and Tabby?" said Hermione knowingly.
"You never told us that!" accused Ron.
"Well I thought she was dead," shrugged Asher.
"Oh," said Ginny. "Oh my goodness- have you seen each other yet?"
"Yeah," grinned Asher. "Tabby and Lenore are in that woman's room with that other woman with the pink hair."
"Tonks is here?" asked Ginny excitedly. "But Wait! Harry; Hermione! Guess what?"
"Did you get Prefect?" asked Hermione, holding her breath.
"No!" said Ginny delightedly, laughing.
"Well what's the good news?" asked Hermione, confused.
"Just that," explained Ginny. Harry looked questioningly at Ron, who shrugged. "I didn't want to get prefect, but I thought that I would! And I didn't!" She burst into another fit of giggles.
"Why didn't you want to be a Prefect?" asked Hermione, scandalized. "It's a great honor, and—"
"Trust me, 'Mione. I did not want to be a Prefect. Plus, Fred and George said they'd buy me a broom if I didn't become a Prefect, which I didn't."
"Great job, Ginny!" said Harry supportively. "What kind of broom are you getting?" he then asked eagerly.
"A Nimbus two-thousand one!" said Ginny excitedly. Ron's mouth dropped open.
"I was a Prefect and I only got a—"
Hermione tutted loudly. "Honestly, anything to do with Quidditch… I have better news!"
"What could be better than Quidditch?" asked Ron seriously. He had apparently started to let his hair grow out a bit, and it went down to his ears. He had also risen to the height of 6'4, in some way or another.
Hermione smiled with excitement. "Our letters from school finally came!"
"What's so good about that?" asked Ron, scowling. "Ours came last week."
Hermione just went on grinning. She handed one to Harry. Harry looked down at the scribbling on the outside of the envelope. "Uh, 'Mione?" he asked hesitantly. "Who's 'Hermonininy?'" She sighed loudly and made to grab the letter and give Harry the other one she was holding, but Ron grabbed at the letter and opened it, jaw falling open.
"Viktor Krum?" he asked blankly.
"Ron!" said Hermione angrily. "Give that back!" But Ron had a sour expression on his face and moved away, reading the letter. He moved it as Hermione snatched angrily at it.
"Ronald Weasley!" she screeched. "Give that back!"
"No," said Ron moodily. "What the hell is it?" They were starting to attract stares.
"My dearest Herm-o-ninny," Ron mocked. "I am so thrilled that fate has brought us together once more, even if it is in a pyramid… I would like to make the best of our time while I am at the International Wizards convention. Maybe I can even get them to let you do a presentation for S.P.E.W. Meet me tonight, in the Top Room.
Love, Viktor. " Ron was bright red by the time he finished reading the letter.
"The top room?" he repeated. "The TOP ROOM? So you could go snog and who knows what else all night, while you don't even attempt to send letters to your own boyfriend?" he demanded.
"Ron!" yelled Hermione. She was beginning to cry. "I only ran into him one time, two days ago- I swear, I wasn't going to go tonight! I don't like him that way! I like you, Ron! I… I tried to write letters to you! I did-"
"Yeah, right!" snorted Ron. "That's what it all comes down to, isn't it? You go for the famous guy who will join spew, or whatever the hell that bloody thing is!" he spat.
"Ron, you're not listening!" yelled Hermione. "Let me EXPLAIN!"
"What is there to explain?" demanded Ron, tearing the letter in half. "You are a cheating, self-absorbed bitch! I can't believe I ever believed you!" With that, Hermione fled out of the room in tears, leaving the room in the silence that settles between two storms. The ten or so others in the room were all staring at Ron, some nodding in approval, but most shaking their heads angrily.
"You IDIOT!" yelled Ginny suddenly at her brother. "What is the MATTER with you? Don't you care about her at all? She loves you, Ron! It isn't her fault that Viktor Krum wrote her a letter!"
"She should've burned it, if she really didn't care about him… or yelled at him to stop hitting on her! She likes him because he's famous and rich- she's about the shallowest person I know!"
"YOU'RE the shallowest person I know!" yelled Ginny in frustration. "You don't even care about any of the things she loves! She is always doing things for you, always forgetting about the things she wants to do to make you happy! And you just threw it all away! What is your problem, Ronald Weasley?" Ginny then stormed off, looking extremely angry, face flushed. Then Ron huffed off as well, muttering something about 'needing a quick walk.' Harry and Asher exchanged helpless glances.
Harry sighed in defeat, leaning against the counter. "Butterbeers?" asked the person working. Harry laughed shallowly.
"I think so…" he groaned. This would be a long year…
After he and Asher both paid for a butterbeer, Asher inquired about Ron and Hermione. "Do they always fight like that?" he asked. Harry took a long sip.
"Not since before they started going out. But they used to fight just about every day before that- it was never that harsh, though." Asher nodded.
"Tabby and I used to fight like that a lot," he stated. "But I don't think we ever would've worked out… Does Hermione really have something with that Bulgarian Quidditch guy? I met him briefly in the Pyramid."
"No," sighed Harry. "She went to the Ball with him our Fourth year, during the Triwizard Tournament, and they may have dated briefly. But nothing big… I always thought she did it to make Ron jealous."
"Oh," said Asher. He paused a moment. "She's really pretty and seems nice."
"Yeah," agreed Harry. "But she's my best friend, along with Ron."
About ten minutes later, Harry and Asher made their way to the waiting room, which was full of nervous men. Actually, Lenore and Tabby were there as well, watching a TV (which worked since St. Mungo's was in the middle of Muggle-London), that was showing a game Harry remembered as baseball. Both girls were wearing baseball hats backwards. Tabby's auburn hair was pulled into pigtails with pieces hanging out around her face and Lenore's hair was messily thrown behind her ears. Suddenly Tabby jumped up in triumph.
"They caught the Snitch!- I mean, the baseball!" yelled Lenore giddily. Several men looked up from their newspapers, including Remus. Harry waved and sat down on the floor, trying to pay attention to the game. Suddenly Bill Weasley sauntered in, looking very warn out.
"Harry!" he said, grinning. "How are you? Gin told me you were here; she and Hermione are with Fleur I think, and they just went all emotional or something… Hermione started crying and Ginny started cursing Ron and Fleur threw a shoe at me and told me to get out…"
"Ouch," said Tabby loudly.
"Hi, Bill," said Harry, standing up and shaking his hand. "Do you know if it's going to be a girl or boy?" he asked curiously.
"Not sure," grinned Bill. "We wanted to be surprised." Suddenly, there was a loud scream.
"BILLLL!" Bill gulped nervously. "The wife calls… be back soon," he said, grinning.
"Bye," called Harry, watching the baseball game, bored.
"Oh Merlin-" came two voices suddenly, running into the room, belonging to Calista and Ginny.
"Evelyn's having the baby!"
"Fleur's really in labor!" Mr. Weasley, on the other side of the room, whom Harry had not even seen, jumped up, as did Remus, Charlie and Tonks (who had been behind a sofa, also hidden from sight), Harry, Asher, Lenore, and Tabby all jumped up.
"Which one should we go to?" asked Lenore frantically to Harry. Harry was torn- they were being born at the same time!
"Well," he began, "I'm going to be Remus's kids' godfather, so…"
"And that would make me kind of related to it," said Lenore. "Let's go."
Harry and Lenore walked down the hallway with Remus and Calista. Asher and Tabby decided to stay in the waiting room, and, on the way down, Hermione walked out of a room and over to Lenore and Harry, eyes red and puffy. In the background, Harry could hear Molly Weasley yelling, "GET THOSE TWINS IN HERE! AND WHERE IS RON? Ginny, go find them!"
"But Mum!" protested Ginny, "I want to see the baby born!" When they reached Evelyn's room, Harry became nervous, and he, Lenore, and Hermione decided to wait outside. Remus went in with a crazy grin on his face.
"Hermione," said Harry as the hallway emptied, "Sorry for what Ron said earlier- he's a real idiot…" Hermione nodded, tears starting to overflow again.
"I didn't even do anything!" she said tearfully. "And I- I'm not… I'm not- I'm not Headgirl!"
"What?" asked Harry and Lenore incredulously.
"Y-you heard me," she sniffed. "And it's all because I was stupid enough to neglect my studies for that arrogant—"
"I'm sorry, 'Mione!" said Lenore sympathetically, engulfing her in a hug. After a few moments, Hermione regained composure.
"I wonder if the baby's nearly here," she sniffed, slightly opening the door and sticking her head inside. Suddenly, eyes wide, she turned back around as Evelyn screamed.
"The doctor just said that a head was crowning!" she said excitedly. Harry's eyes widened.
Hermione opened the door, and, slowly, the three teenagers crept into the room. Remus looked as if he was about to faint from Evelyn holding his hand so tightly. Evelyn let out another scream. Harry winced at the noise. And, suddenly- there was a baby cry. Harry looked with enthusiasm. It was a boy!
Cries filled the room the next moment. Evelyn sat up, panting, as the doctor did a scourgify on the baby and handed it- no, him, Harry corrected- to Evelyn. Harry, Lenore, and Hermione tip-toed over and peered at the baby, who already had wisps of blonde hair on its head.
"Hello, Austin Sirius Lupin," cooed Evelyn, tickling him slightly as he cried. Evelyn's curls were tangled and matted, and she was bright red and looked quite swollen, but Harry was sure that she looked younger than he'd ever seen her before. Evelyn then looked to Remus as the doctor left the room. "Want to hold him?" she asked.
"Yes," said Remus, with a tear in his eye. Hermione started crying again, but Lenore was crying too! So was Calli, on the other side of Evelyn.
"Why am I the only one not crying?" whispered Harry to Lenore as Remus took Austin into his arms. Remus heard, and laughed.
"Sirius asked the same thing when you were born, Harry," he laughed.
"Really?" asked Harry. He was suddenly hit with the impulse to cry. After Remus and Calli took turns holding the baby, Evelyn asked Harry if he wanted to. Harry was nervous at first, but he accepted. As he took the bundle, Calista warned him to be careful with the baby's head. The baby, Austin, had blue eyes. He shook his fist at Harry, starting to cry again. Harry uncomfortably handed him back over to Evelyn, but, nonetheless, smiling with pride at his new godson. He would teach him tons of stuff- all of the things that would get him into and out of trouble- like the Marauder's map. And he'd introduce him to all of Fred and George's inventions- having a godson would be great!
About ten minutes later, Harry and Lenore ran into Fleur's room. Hermione said that she'd prefer to spend a few moments with Austin, but Harry knew that she just didn't want to run into Ron.
Outside of Fleur's room, Ginny was pacing angrily. "What's wrong?" he asked as he approached.
"I'm too young to be in there," she said angrily. "I'm not the immature one; it's Ron! Hermione was so excited for Fleur's baby because she thought that one day she'd be its Aunt. But Ron has to go break her heart- and then I have to go find all of my immature brothers who don't evn care about the baby, and they and their girlfriends take up too much space, and I'm kicked out! UGH!" She kicked the wall. Almost as if on cue, Fleur started yelling inside.
Harry could hear a woman speaking French to Fleur inside. "Oh, and I'm not even its godmother!" she huffed, "it's the little eleven year-old sister Gabrielle, who's only starting her first year at Hogwarts!"
After a few minutes of suspense, there was suddenly a baby cry. Ginny opened the door and ran inside as fast as she could. "I don't care- It's my niece or nephew!" she fumed. Harry and Lenore cautiously followed her in.
"It's a girl!" yelled Bill with excitement. "I'm a Daddy!" The room suddenly became noisy with people congratulating Fleur and Bill.
"Shut up!" yelled Fleur in a thick French accent. "Adele and I are going to sleep…"
"Sleep?" asked the doctor. Harry stood on tiptoe to see over everyone. "The other baby will be here in less than five minutes…" The room became quiet.
"What?" asked Bill loudly. "What other baby? We're only having one!"
"No," corrected the doctor, "you're having twins!"
"When we said we vanted to be zurprised, we didn't mean 'zis surprised!" yelled Fleur.
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"Sorry, but you're having twins, and the other one is crowning. You need to push!" Fleur growled in frustration and started pushing. Suddenly, though, she laughed.
"Twins!" she said in delight as she pushed again. The room was filled with short screams. Suddenly, another cry broke the tension.
"Another girl!" yelled Bill. "What are we naming her?" he called to Fleur.
"Laela!" she called back as the baby was handed to her. Harry exchanged amazed looks with Ginny, who was smiling widely.
A/N: Yay! Another chapter :-D Thank you to ALL who wished me a happy birthday; it was wonderful, and even though I didn't get 20 reviews… I updated. What do ya know? Lol! Thanks for all the reviews! Make sure to… review, and I am kind of falling into a 4-day update pattern, but I don't know how long it will stay that way! Cheers,
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Next Chapter…
We find out who's Headgirl.
Something happens to one of the babies…
Draco makes an appearance!
We find out the headboy!
Fred and George appear once more!