Kara: thankies again...here it is...enjoy :)
Vi: Did Remus and Aimee date? hmm...to answer that all I can say is not really...but...well you'll see not in this chappie but in the next one. Now did they want to? Yes... About town gossiping its all fair in love and war dearie...hehheh. Is this story canon? Not exactly...well I guess...yes, if you count Tonks and Remus being together, which theyare...sort of. I'll explain later in chapter nine. Tension ah beuteous tension. The one shot is coming along, slowly but soonly...yay! Harry impersonating the Governator...yeah had me laughing at the thought too. well...cheers hon, and enjoy.
kudos all and now onto the story...
A/N: welcome to chappie number seven...more for the lovely fodder mil, as per usual. Its pretty longish too. I love Dragons...I love Dragons...lalalala...I love Dragons...
Draco: Has she finally gone insane?
Harry: I think she has.
Draco: Thank god! I was being to think that petulant muggle would never leave us alone...
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter Inc, not that I don't borrow him from time to time. (snatches Remus, Charlie and Harry and stuffs them in her closet) shush...be very, very quiet were hunting for heros...
sidenote: wouldn't I make a great elmer fudd...hahhah.es una broma...
Light
by
mingingbent
There are two kinds of light—
the glow that illuminates,
and the glare that obscures.
– James Thurber
Chapter Seven: Dragons
She's the only one who knows, what it is to burn
- What It Is To Burn, Finch
·
Do not trifle with dragons,
for you are small and crunchy
and taste good with ketchup.
- Author Unknown (isn't that the best quote ever)
Harry had stretched himself out on the large couch in the now much cleaner living room. He had just begun Chapter Three: School for Wizards when Hermione interrupted a very, smug and delighted look on her face.
"Harry look what I found," she pushed a news clipping under his nose.
Harry breathed a heavy sigh, if he ignorned her know he would have to look at it later. And the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he would get back to his book. It was a Prophet clipping, most the words were smudged, it looked like it had come from the announcments section.
"Where did you find this?" Hermione looked even more pleased with herself. "It was in a book Remus lent me on Boggarts...but come on Harry, read it."
He tried to give her his most withering stare before he looked down.
The Wedding of Aiden Carlisle to (smugded name)
Aiden Carlisle, First-Class Auror and future Chaser for Puddlemere Utd. announced today his impending...
Harry couldn't make out the woman's name but he was sure it was Aimee. Most all the words and inscriptions were too hard to read, maybe if he asked, Aimee would tell him more. Although it was interesting, he had better things to do.
Turning back to Hermione he grinned, "Thanks for the bookmark."
Harry heard the click on the front door being closed. That means Aimee's back. Harry put his book down, and padded out to see her.
She smiled when she saw him, "Just the man I was looking for, come with me."
Aimee led him through the house, toward the back and finally out to the back porch.
"Look what I found."
Harry frowned at her words, he could see nothing except a garden in disrepair. Aimee smiled apologetically, and with a wave of her hand the illusionmnent charm wore off. The object was covered in a dirty, yellowish-brown tarp.
"Here, come help me." Harry did grabbing one end of the tarp and pulling.
What he saw made him freeze.
It was in need of a good wash and wax, and the engine probably needed work and the chrome needed polishing, but it still was there, intact. Staring back at him was Sirius' bike.
"How?" Harry got out, when he had recovered the ability of speech.
"Well, I was over at the Ministry and at Gringott's picking up a few things and this came to my attention."
"How did?" Harry reached out to touch it. Sirius would have loved this.
"Oh...a little bird told me." Aimee came over to stand next to him, "Put out your palm."
Harry did with compliance, his attention was still on the bike. She dropped a pair of keys into it, "All yours."
Aimee made her way back into the house, a grin on her face, when she had heard they were holding Sirius Black's bike, well she just couldn't resist. Faintly she heard voices from one of the parlour rooms.
"Remus, how can you defend her like that...you of all people."
"Because she's right." She could hear Remus' heavy sigh.
Oh dear, this should be fun.
Aimee made her way into the kitchen, wondering how she ever get around the inquisition to come. Taking a seat the table, she started rubbing her temples hoping that the headache that had breached would be cut off at the source.
"You know," said a voice behind her, "I don't believe half of what they say, and you shouldn't either."
Aimee turned in her chair to see a young red-headed man (most likely of the Weasley clan) pouring two cups of hot tea. His strong hands were covered with little white scars, that ran up under the long sleeves of his shirt.
"Charlie, right?" Aimee racked her brain for all the names of the Weasley children. She rapidly went through descriptions Harry had given her: Charlie, second-eldest, stocky shorter than Bill, works with dragons, Romania- she hoped she was right.
"Yeah, the one with the dragons and the deathwish, that's me. And you must be Aimee."
"More like the-hateful-woman-who-must-die."
He chuckled at that, a very pleasing sound:all warm and honey-like.
"No," he ammended, "you know they just don't trust much anymore."
He passed her a cup, which she held in her hands for a moment before taking a sip.
"Thanks," she mummured over the rim and watched as he sat down.
"So you're not afraid of me, Mr. Weasley?"
"Please call me Charlie, and no I'm not afraid-far from it. I'll deal with dragons on a daily basis, you are much more refined and cultured than any of those overgrown lizards I keep in the back."
Aimee almost spat out her tea from laughter but managed to pull off a dignified, "I hope so."
Aimee was about to ask him what working with dragons was like before members of the Order started streaming in through the door, for the daily meeting.
"Save me." Aimee whispered, as Charlie gave her his most winning grin.
Here they come...
Charlie had scooted his chair over next to hers, when the commotion began. All the members except for Harry who was mysteriously, but no so, absent and McGonagall were seated around the table, eyeing her like a Hippogryff eyes fresh ferret.
"Ms. Carlisle. We are wondering why you are still here? You claim that you came to help Harry, well you have, don't you have better things to do with your time." The scathing remark cut at Aimee, and she fought the urge to run.
Before she could come up with an answer though Charlie whispered, "And no one expects the Spainish Inquisition."
Fighting then the urge to laugh at them all, she cleared her throat.
"I am here because I can do some good. Harry still needs help if he is to defeat the Deatheaters and Voldemort. He asked me to stay, so I have."
Oi, she thought, thisis only beginning ofwhat looks to be very long day.
Aimee slumped down in a chair, closing her eyes hoing they would finally leave her alone. They about hexed her in there and she wouldn't put it pass them to try it again. At least Charlie seemed supportive. Remus, the generous soul that he was, tried to help her case but she had almost outright told him to in no uncertain terms to 'fuck off' before they crucified him too.
"You okay?" Charlie took up a seat next to her.
"Yeah. Thanks, though."
"No problem. They can be a lot to handle, especially my family and I grew up with them."
Aimee grimaced at the thought, "So, where did you pick up that obscure Monty Python reference from?"
He raised a chestnut eyebrow before he spoke, "I had a girlfriend for a time in Romania who was muggle-born and she made me watch every Monty Python film and skit out there, said it would improve my knowledge of the world."
"Good on her. I have the whole collection at home, the kids and I watch it when we get the chance."
"Uh...where are your kids?"
"With friends, wasn't about to bring them here, right into the lion's den."
"Or the dragon's." Charlie added grinning.
"Well, I'm glad you find some amusement in this." Aimee muttered, but Charlie's grin didn't waver.
"Aimee..." Harry rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway, "about the bike..."
Charlie sent her a questioning glance.
"Yeah?"
"I really have no idea..." He gestured his his hands, his vulnerability.
"You mean you never-" She looked up at that.
With a sheepish look, Harry shook his head, "No, what with Voldemort on my tail I haven't had time...not that anyone," he trailed off.
"Oh boy...where do we start?"
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