You probably just read my last chapter so I have nothing to say. (wow, one line, new world record)

Chapter 7 (where's my award?): The Potion

Harry looked at Rose and squeezed her hand encouragingly. Snape looked as though he was going to vomit, even more so than usual. Harry had hated to have to leave the party, but this was what he agreed to, and Dumbledore's plan had to carry on.

Standing in the privacy of the drawing room, was Harry and Rose, McGonagall, Snape, looking as though he'd rather be attacked by Cornish pixies than help Harry Potter impregnate a muggle, and Dumbledore. The potion had been prepared, and all that was needed now was blood from both Harry and Rose.

Dumbledore silently passed Rose a dagger, which she took from him nervously. As she brought it down upon her hand, Harry had a sudden flashback, to the final task of the Triwizard Tournament, six years ago. It was a memory he had tried to forget, blocking it out almost completely; but now it all came back to him.

That night, it was his blood that brought back Voldemort; Cedric, Sirius, Hagrid and all the others dead, because of him. How could he let Rose bind herself to him like this?

"No!" Rose stopped just as the blade had pierced her skin. "I can't let you do this! It will change everything!" Harry shook his head. "You don't understand! Nothing good can come from this!" Rose looked slightly hurt at Harry's last comment, but stood unrelenting.

"Harry, it's alright. I know what I'm getting myself into." Rose looked down at the gash on her hand and smiled feebly.

Harry was unconvinced. "Rose, I care about you." He touched her cheek affectionately. Snape cringed. "I couldn't live with myself knowing that you had been harmed because of me."

Dumbledore frowned. "No. You have to trust me. This child will bring peace."

"What, living the life I did? Growing up in the spotlight only to be attacked by homicidal maniacs every couple of years? Why should anyone have to go through that?"

"This would mean the end of all that. The pain, the torment. Voldemort is gone, the prophecy fulfilled. The only thing that remains are the death eaters, who are determined to wreak havoc with the muggles. Before long they will recruit. We need a leader, someone to show them that the muggles are not the enemy. This child would immortalise that." Dumbledore smiled triumphantly.

Harry looked around, he turned to McGonagall, who was smiling proudly; then to Snape was glaring at him in an annoyed manner; and finally Rose, who beamed encouragingly and kissed him on the cheek.

"Okay," he muttered, grumpily, before turning to Rose and giving her a playful glare.

Rose spilled the blood from her hand into the cauldron, before Harry slashed his hand with ease and did the same.

Snape transferred the potion into a vial and passed it Rose. Taking it, she looked up at Harry, who held her hand in his, and gulped. She held it up to her lips and drank, scowling as if she were drinking mud.

"I think I'm going to throw up." She said, holding her hand to her mouth.

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Not until around...say sixish tomorrow morning?"

The couple happily made their way downstairs, though Rose was feeling worse for wear. Reaching the kitchen, Harry wrapped his arm comfortingly around her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oooooh, lovers," Ron teased, Hermione sending him a murderous glare.

"Everything went well?" Hermione whispered to Rose, but well in earshot of Harry and Ron. Rose nodded, smiling at Harry from the corner of her eye.

The festivities continued well into the evening. Everyone, excluding Ginny, Neville and Lupin, seemed to be fooled and was enjoying themselves. Everyone, that is, except Mrs Weasley, who Harry could not help but notice was sending Rose the meanest of glares.

Taking Rose by the hand, he guided her over to Mrs Weasley, who sat fussing over Charlie and Bill.

"Mrs Weasley, this is Rose, my wife." He smirked at Charlie and Bill while Mrs Weasley composed herself.

"Lovely to meet you, dear," Mrs Weasley said icily.

"You, too." Rose replied politely, looking at Harry expectantly. An awkward moment passed before Harry made an excuse to leave.

Mrs Weasley used this opportunity to absolutely interrogate Rose. "So... you're a muggle?" she asked, trying very hard to be as polite as possible.

"Yes," Rose replied warily.

"...and you have no parents?" Mrs Weasley was beginning to scare Rose.

"Yes,"

"...and you love Harry?" That one blew Rose away. The answer was of course yes; she had loved him for weeks now, but had not admitted it to anyone. Not expecting this, she tried her best to keep her head.

"Yes, with all my heart." She admitted smoothly.

This seemed to be the right answer, as Mrs Weasley beamed and stood up to envelop her one of her life threatening hugs.

"Welcome to the family," she whispered.

Aw, isn't that be-utiful? I reckon that was my best chapter yet, don't you? I love a bit o' fluff, even if I am crap at it. I might put up another chapter tomorrow, cos I have a huge history assignment to do, and I am an even bigger procrastinator.

Alrighty,

a-bientot,

Lucy