Vi: Savage Garden is a genius band! yay for underapreciated bands! I have all their albums on my ipod, Crash and Burn and Two Beds... are my favorites. It's so a Remus/Tonks well really Remus/anybody song...hehheh... Girl you read my mind on the Aimee-Charlie thing, just you wait...just you wait... And about helping them well it gave me a chance to give more of a background of her...shall we say...special talents. Hint: take her making the potion into her personal background theory...it will help on figureher out :) I am attempting to write the third chapter of Flirt...its coming along...And yay Death Day Par-tay! w00t w00t. cheers MB.

A/N: I have no idea my I named this Farming and Agriculture it just came to me. Maybe I'm a genius, maybe I'm not. Who really knows...

Disclaimer: bladyblahblah...don't own...bladyblahblah...same thing as last chapter...bladyblahblah...why do I keep writing this...

Draco: Cause your wierd!

Neville: Well so are you.

ME: Well hello Neville, where did you come from?

Neville: uh...your head...

Draco: uh...excuse me hear...I thought I was the center of attention.

Draco has been knocked unconcious again, this time by Seamus who knocked him over getting here.

Seamus: Oi, you guys havin' party with out me?

Light

by

mingingbent

There are two kinds of light—

the glow that illuminates,

and the glare that obscures.

– James Thurber

Chapter Ten: Farming and Agriculture

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"We should have become farmers."

- Me and My Friends

result of really bad GM (my silly nerdy friends)

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"How does light enter a person? Through the open door of love."

- Paul Coelho

"Well?"

"Yes?" Harry was unsuccessfully trying to heal a cut on his elbow.

"Explain..." Aimee observed until finally she took out her own wand and healed it.

"Just a little problem with a nasty boggart on the third floor. Remus, Ron, Hermione and I were going through Sirius' old things."

"I see you found the feisty one of the bunch."

Harry frowned, "Yeah."

"I hear you called a meeting today."

"Yes I did."

"Do you want me there?"

Harry looked hopefull, "Please, I think I may need some back up."

So once again the remaining Order of the Pheonix sat around the kitchen table debating their favorite argument lately – course of action.

"We know for a fact-" Pierce's voice carried over the small talk, "that the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters will be celebrating Samhain then. If the attack is to succeed it must be carried out under the cover of darkness while they are at their revels unaware."

Some members nodded in agreement, some looked more skeptical.

"He's right, they wont be expecting it but we're are going to be on their turf so everyone has got to watch out and don't hold back." Harry sighed he really didn't like this, putting so many people in danger but it was his only chance to get close enough to Voldemort.

"They wont hesitate to kill," Aimee's voice rang over the din and each member swivelled their eyes on her.

"Remember that they wont hesitate to kill any of you. You must also be of the same mind. Don't hesitate to strike, for if you don't it might be to late."

"Hey anyone for a game of Exploding Snap?" Harry asked a the meeting started to break up.

"I'm in..." Seamus said from the end of the table.

"And me..." Ginny called as she got up to sit closer.

"Aimee, Charlie?" Harry asked enthusiastically.

Aimee turned to Charlie who hunched his shoulders in ambiguity.

"Sure why not?"

"So and then Maris was like – Oh my god – and we all laughed..." Aimee smiled a little as she listened to Gavan rattle on.

Stretched out of the couch, she lay there phone in hand, drink in the other. She thought about the past a lot lately, it being so close to Samhain and only a glass of Ogden's with soda and a twist could clear her head.

Gavan had stopped talking.

"Yes, hon?"

His small voice carried over the line, "Is Harry there?"

"Yes, he is."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, "Can I speak to him?"

"I don't know, can you?"

Gavan gave a frustrated grunt.

"May I?"

"Yes you may. Oi Harry!."

The young man was curled up across the room with his book. He looked up, and pushed his glasses back up on his nose from where they had slipped while he was reading.

"Yes."

"Gavan wants to talk to you."

Harry grinned.

"Catch!" Aimee launched the phone which he caught expertly, years of quidditch and fighting Voldemort honed reflexes.

"Gavan..." She heard Harry ask holding the phone close to his ear.

Aimee leaned back, downed the rest of her frink and sighed. Closing her eyes she settled into the couch and distantly listened as Gavan and Harry prattled on about quidditch and the like.

"Aimee..." Aimee was jostled out of a very pleasent dream by Harry.

"Yes," she struggled to push herself into an upright position on the couch.

"Gavan says Donovan wants to speak with you."

"Oh...okay. Hand it over. By the way, how long was I out?"

"Only a few minutes."

He volleyed the phone back at her.

"Gavan...?"

"No, Mum it's Van." Her older, much quieter, somber son answered.

"Oh, hello dear."

There was a slight pause as if he was trying to figure out what to say.

"When are you coming home?"

"Harry," Aimee sidled up to Harry, a wooden box in hand.

Carefully she opened in a pulled something square out, Harry looked on.

"I've had this for years, forgot I even had it. It's the only picture I have of them together."

Aimee handed over a picture fram which Harry took gingerly. It was muggle but the two occupants in the picture were most obviously wizards. They wore dark looking robes, opened, revealing muggle clothes as the sun shinned off them. The taller of the two was lanky though filled out, with incredibly messy, black hair that spirited in ever direction. His hazel eyes were filled with laughter and there contented smile on his tanned face. The other, shorter of the two was more stocky and had a smattering of freckles on the bridge of his nose, which looked as if it had been broken a few times. His eyes were a most brillant bright blue (just like Gavan's) and his hair auburn with flecks of a darker cherry color in it, that shinned in the sun.

When Harry spoke is was soft, "I didn't know you knew my dad."

Aimee chuckled, "Everyone at Hogwarts knew James Potter."

She gave him a conspiratal wink, "No this was right when Aiden and James-your father were deciding who to play for, well that was before Voldemort reared his ugly head out in the open and your parents went in hiding."

Harry looked at her then.

"Aiden and James," she continued, "were both going to sign with Puddlemere. I think James was planning to play for the Tornadoes but they were offered a deal for them both at Puddlemere, both being Chasers."

He hadn't known his father played Professional.

"How long did they play?"

"They didn't." She said shortly. "By the time the season came round, James and Lily-your parents were in hiding and Aiden and I were working for Dumbledore, Aiden full time for the Order, and me trying to locate would be Death Eaters."

"Oh," Harry said before handing the picture back to her.

"No you can have it," she offered looking down at it.

You were right Aiden, she starred at their smiling faces, we should have become farmers.

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Draco: Finally she con- oh shit!

Me: Harry what have you done now?