Author's notes - The main character of Abby is my own, however, I have borrowed some great characters from the Harry Potter series written by JK Rowling. I am basing my story on her series background, however, please excuse any errors as I have taken liberties in order to make this story my own.
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Abby woke the next morning feeling extremely satisfied. She glanced through the sheer curtains surrounding the bed and saw the sun peeking in through the window. A clock chimed 6 times.
"Montgomery Manor," she thought to herself. "What a way to arrive!" She turned her head and glanced back over her shoulder at her lover's sleeping face. Harry's body cradled her own, one arm tucked beneath his head, the other thrown around her waist. Abby could feel his arousal nestled against her bottom.
Abby quietly laughed to herself as she maneuvered out of his arms. After last night she could not believe that "it" could be in that state, once again. She thought about waking him by using one of the techniques he had taught her the night before, but she knew that her own body was too worn out.
On shaky legs she made her way over to the open wardrobe, wear she could see her clothes inside. Wondering who had put away her things, she took her robe off the inside hook. After she had covered herself, she picked a sundress from off a hanger and slung it over her arm. With a look back to the bed at Harry, she took her sexiest pair of underwear and then turned to leave the room.
The door to the bedroom led into a sitting room. It was decorated in a soft floral pattern. A large fireplace graced one wall. Above the mantel was a painting.
Abby walked over to the painting, a family portrait. The father was very distinguished, with dark hair, graying at the temples. He stood at attention, his shoulders steady and strong. Sitting next to him, the mother was elegant, regal, a classical beauty. Her dark hair was pulled up off her neck, wispy pieces broken free and curling down.
The little girl in the portrait was what caught Abby's eye. She was the exact replica of Abby at the age of seven. She stood in front of her father, a small smile playing on her mouth. Her own dark hair was styled like her mothers. Abby could tell that the painter had captured her personality because she could see the mischievous twinkle shining in the young girl's eyes. Abby knew that she was looking at a picture of her mother.
Then Abby was reminded that she lived in the magical world now. Right in front of her eyes the painting began to move. The lips of the girl parted and she grinned a toothless smile. The father relaxed his shoulders and gave one of the little girl's curls a tug. As she turned her head and laughed at her father, the man looked down at his wife. She in turn smiled up at him as he bent and gave her a quick kiss. It was very clear in the picture that they where a happy, loving family.
"They are the reason your mother joined the Order." Harry stated as he walked into the room, shirtless, with his jeans riding his hips. Abby blushed as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.
"They look so happy. Why where they the reason?" she directed at Harry.
"Voldermort killed them. Your mother came home one night, with the Dark Mark hanging over the house. That's how people knew when Voldermort or his group had murdered someone. They left a skull shining in the sky as marker."
Abby shivered as Harry drew her closer. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. He will never hurt anyone again. I made very sure of that. The rest of his group are being rounded up and taken to prison. That war is over. Now, tell me why you left me alone in bed."
He turned Abby around to face him and before she could answer him, he gave her a tender kiss. He then saw the dress she was holding. " Where you looking for the bath?" He directed her out of the sitting room and down the hall.
"Before I came in search of you, I came here for a few weeks. I wanted to make sure everything was in order, since the house had been lonely for so long. Your mother did not use it much, she preferred to stay on her own property, near Hogwarts, outside of Hogsmeade. After we have handled all of your business in London then we can visit your other estates, before we go to your mother's house."
"How many houses do I own? And, how do I pay for the upkeep for them all? And just where are we going? This hallway is endless. How big is this place?"
Harry laughed as they passed several doors. "You are the heir to one of the richest families in our world.
You now own four homes; your mother's cottage, a villa in Italy, a ranch in Montana, back in the US, and Montgomery Manor. Your trust pays for the upkeep. This house has eleven bedrooms, each with a sitting room and bath, 4 guest baths, two dens, a dining room, a ball room, a kitchen, a solarium, a game room, a libray, a lab, a formal and an informal living room, and servants quarters. You also have several gardens, two pools, a fish pond, a stable and hundreds of acres."
Abby took in all of this not knowing how to react. "Wait a minute," she began, as they rounded a corner in the long hall, "if each bedroom has it's own bath, why are we going so far out of the way. Could I have just used the one in my room?"
Harry stopped in front of a set of double doors. "That was not your room. That was your mother's room. As owner of the house, you will occupy the master suite. I wanted to wait until daytime to show it to you. I have not seen it either"
Harry placed Abby's hand against the door, informing her, "It only opens when the master or mistress of the house touches it. It can sense the bloodline, and it knows the room belongs to you."
The doors swung open and revealed a wondrous site. The master suite was made up of one large room. Thick, cornflower blue carpet cushioned her feet as she stepped inside. Directly in front of her was a wall of glass. She walked the length of the room, noting that it was as large as the entire bottom story of the foster home, towards the floor to ceiling windows.
The room looked out over the back of the property. She could view the stable to one side and the pond on the other. Below her was a garden, full of wonderful, exotic flowers in full bloom. A fountain stood in the middle. A mermaid lay in the basin of the fountain, pouring water from a shell over her head, as though cooling herself from the heat of the sun. Water trailed down her body, where it dripped from her tail into a small wading pool.
She turned around and took in the rest of the room. In the front there was a sitting area around a huge fireplace. Across from it an open door, where Abby could see a toilet and sink. There was another set of open doors leading into a walk in closet as big as the bedroom they had just left. The closet room also contained a vanity and mirror. A few feet down from the closet was a bar. Crystal containers sparkled as they displayed their contents. Across the room from the bar was the bed. This bed was very different from the one they had slept in the night before. The bed was no higher then normal, yet it stretched in all directions. It was at least eight feet wide and 12 feet long. "More room to maneuver." Harry whispered in her ear.
He then turned her towards another door, between the wall and the bed. Abby walked inside and her mouth-hung open. The room looked like a magical garden. Three of the walls and the ceiling where made of glass, showing the grounds and the sky. Grass was growing on the floor! A waterfall traveled from the top of wall behind her. It was the wall that connected the bedroom to the bath, yet it looked like a stone cliff. The waterfall jutted from the top of the cliff on the floor where it slid into a clear pool. Two stone paths lead from the doorway to the edge of the pool and from the doorway to the waterfall.
The two lovers removed their clothing and walked over to the waterfall. A small ledge held containers of bath soaps. Together they washed themselves and one another, before wading into the pool and each other's arms.
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Abby awoke a few hours later. After their 'bath' the couple had moved to the bed, where they took a nap. Now, refreshed, Abby was reminded that they had not eaten yet. She rose from the bed. Harry this time was the one to leave the bed early. She was alone in the room.
She searched for the sundress or robe, both of which she had left lying on the floor. She found both items in the closet, along with all of her other clothing, which had been earlier in the other bedroom. "Someone has been busy," she thought.
Slipping into her sundress, she said to herself, " I wonder where Harry is?" She then gasped for on the wall in front of her appeared a map on the wall, with a small, drawn Harry sitting in the kitchen. Before she could ask, a line drew itself on the wall, showing her where to go in order to reach the kitchen.
A short while later she sat at the table in the kitchen, eating eggs with Harry. "This house is very nice," she told him, "but I'm glad that we don't have to live here. It's much too large."
"I've begun to think so myself. It's like a tome." Harry agreed. "Why don't we leave here early and go directly to your mother's cottage tonight. I have talked to the Minister of Magic and he said he can handle everything here.. In fact, he should be here any minute."
At that moment a green light shown from inside the fire place in the kitchen. A tall red haired man stepped out, brushing soot from his shoulder. Abby then realized why the fireplaces in the house where so large.
"Mr. Weasley, please have a seat. Would you like some eggs? Don't mind Abby's stare; she isn't loony. She hasn't yet been told about the Floo. Abby, I'll explain that to you later. I'd like you to meet Arthur Weasley, the Minister of Magic."
Mr. Weasley smiled at Abby as he took his seat, placing a large leather box-shaped case on the table in front of him. "I knew your mother, Abby. She was a wonderful woman. You look very much like her. It is a shame that you did not know her."
Abby could see the sincerity in the man's eyes. "Thank you, I have learned that she was someone to be admired. I hope you can tell me more about her sometime."
"Mr. Weasley, I brought you some things from my trip to America," Harry stated, handing him a package. "You'll find some American electrical plugs inside, a cordless telephone and a battery powered alarm clock. I hope you will find them interesting."
"Oh, thank you, Harry. I'll just put your gift here beside me until later. A cordless felly-tone, you say? I can't wait to try it out." Mr. Weasley reluctantly put the package to the side. "Now, Abby let's get down to business. I assume the house has already chosen you as Mistress? Well, let's make it official. If you'll just sign this document here," he handed her some papers, "and here, and one more here. Now, I'll need a drop of blood please to seal the documents."
Abby looked uncomfortable at this, but did as Mr. Weasley directed, pricking her finger with a pin, she dripped small drops of blood on the paper. The drops, instead of immediately soaking into the paper, ran across it, gathering into a pool near the bottom, where it began to take shape, as it then sank into the documents.
"That's it, the Montgomery Crest. You are now un-deniably the heir to your mother's trust. As to your father's fortune, there are other circumstances. Since he did not know about you, you where not included in his will. He was a very wealthy man, but also a very giving man. His fortune was split amongst his friends, the majority given to Harry here, and some given to charity."
"I have more then enough money from my mother, Mr. Weasley," Abby interrupted, "I also have my father's diary. I have no need of his money. I am happy it could be used for good."
Mr. Weasley nodded in agreement. "Yes, Harry said he had given you the diary. I am happy that you are able to have such wonderful proof of your parent's love. None in our group knew about the relationship, until Harry revealed the diary. We knew that Dumbledore cared for your mother, and that he took her death very hard, I'm sorry that he could not have saved her."
" I understand from Harry that you still do not know how your mother escaped the explosion at the house, and later came to America. Harry thought it would be best if I tried to help explain. I have brought along a pensive to help us." He then opened the leather box and pulled from it a stone object. It looked like a large goblet, with a very wide mouth. It had a small stand, topped with a large bowl. Mr. Weasley also removed a small bottle. He poured the contents into the bowl. It now contained a softly swirling silver potion.
"This is a pensieve. The liquid inside contains a memory that we obtained from a Death Eater we captured shortly after harry had shared the diary with me. The memory is from a man named Peter Pettigrew. He was a faithful follower of Voldermort, and he was the person in charge of capturing your mother the day of the cottage explosion. Harry will take you inside so that you can see what happened."
Harry stood with her in front of the pensieve. "Just take hold of my arm and don't let go. Lean with me towards the liquid." Abby leaned in as directed. The silver fluid shimmered and swirled. The closer she drew, the more it moved. Then Harry pushed his face into the liquid and Abby felt herself falling into the bowl.