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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"You know I'm not gay, right Harry?"

"Sure Nev."

"Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"Not a thing."

"Being young and gullible and picturing a dude's sister… I mean that's not gay, right?"

"Course not."

"Innocent youthful curiosity."

"Exactly."

"I mean it's like anchovies. Just because everyone tells you that you won't like them, you never know for sure until you try them, right?"

"Right."

"Could've happened to anyone."

"Anyone at all."

"Even you?"

"Well," Harry scoffed with more than a touch of disbelief, "if I were gay, maybe."

Neville sighed.

"But I think I could do better than Ron."

Neville just looked at Harry oddly.

"Not that you have bad taste in men, he's just not my type."

Neville opened his mouth to defend himself then thought perhaps he shouldn't.

"Maybe Oliver Wood," Harry pondered. "He's got that fierce intensity and those smoldering eyes."

Neville almost pointed out that Oliver's eyebrows were scary thick, but restrained himself. That would sound like he was paying a little too much attention. After an awkward pause Neville just concurred. "Err... right."

"Besides Nev," Harry helpfully added. "It's another thing you have in common with your dad."

"Aww crap," Neville remembered. "I forgot my dad is gay."

Albus Dumbledore looked at the Ministry representative he intercepted at the gates and was now officially interrogating, although stalling might be the more unofficially apt term. The two aurors escorting him were standing behind the bureaucrat, waiting vigilantly. Augustus Hollings was an old-fashioned pureblood wizard. He was Deputy Head of the Department of Magical Regulation. It was a department that's primary purposes seemed to be ensuring pureblood practices, and to essentially resist change in all forms, clinging to tradition with all the might old money can support. The man was well-known to be discriminatory towards muggle-borns and halfbloods but he was a non-violent man. He had been outspoken against the Dark Lord and Death Eaters, condemning their actions but supporting their general philosophy. Albus wondered if the man had ever even met a muggle. "As Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, as well as headmaster for this institution, I should be informed any time you bring aurors with you and intend to arrest members of my faculty on my watch."

Hollings frowned. "You know as well as I that you would warn and help Mr. Potter in any way you could. This is in direct conflict with our investigation."

Albus insisted, "If I found your line of inquiry worthy I would be doing everything in my power to assist you, but you come here with only baseless rumors. I will not allow you to disrupt my school, harass my faculty, and do your best to publicly humiliate the instructors here."

"These are very serious accusations! He must at least come in for questioning immediately."

"If you had sent Mr. Potter a letter and invited him to the Ministry, I'm quite sure he'd be willing to comply with any polite request."

"You won't even tell us the full names of the members of your staff! Padfoot? Prongs? Bessie? Do they even have a first name? Or last name?"

Albus sighed and took off his glasses to clean them. "Augustus," Albus sighed. "I can understand how you may not like to see your beliefs about magic and its nature being forced to change and adapt but you must maintain your dignity. And think about what you are claiming and exactly who you are accusing."

"Harry Potter is a just a wizard like any other." Hollings insisted.

Albus sat back and smiled. "Really? Like any other?"

"He must observe and follow all the same laws the rest of us do."

Albus grinned. "That's an interesting line of thought. You have always insisted that the parents of muggle-borns should have no legal say in the magical world. You've even gone so far as to restrict the rights of squibs. It sounds like you're defining the value of a person's voice on their magical power."

"Wizards of noble descent have always had the most exposure and understanding of the magical world. It should fall to us to govern ourselves."

Albus nodded. "In the muggle world, most democracies believe in one person, one vote, for everyone regardless of strength or ancestry. But without magic, the strength of men cannot be defined as clearly as something like magical power. I've always been given a fair amount of leeway because of the respect my power commands. Do you really wish to antagonize Mr. Potter?"

Hollings frowned. "It is those who are capable of the most that must be most closely monitored. If Mr. Potter has been practicing necromancy, he will be sent to Azkaban. The law is clear on that."

Albus shrugged. "What good would that do?"

"What?"

"I'm asking what volunteering him for a vacation will accomplish other than directing his ire towards you."

"I hardly think prison would be considered a vacation."

Albus was rubbing his chin in thought. "Even if the dementors didn't already respect him as a friend, I assure you that you do not have any prison capable of holding him, if he wishes to escape. Frankly I'm a little curious if he would even need wizard magic to free himself from any attempts at holding him. If you truly believe that it is magic that makes one's opinion count then I assure you, we're all here to adapt to Mr. Potter."

"There's no doubt Harry Potter is powerful," Hollings argued despite a little uncertainty creeping into his voice. "But that does not give him the freedom to break the law on a whim."

Albus shrugged. "I'm quite sure he never knowingly or intentionally broke any laws, but honestly… how many ants does it take to order around and govern an elephant?"

Hollings looked at Albus oddly. "Sometimes I wonder if you're losing it, Albus."

Albus smiled. "I happen to think it is the ants that should be adapting to the elephant." He tilted a candy dish towards Augustus. "Hot tamale?"

"No," Augustus snapped back. "I don't want…" He trailed off as Harry Potter began to grow out of the stone floor directly in between Deputy Head Hollings and the Headmaster.

Harry looked over his shoulder at the Headmaster. "Thanks, Albus. Don't mind if I do."

The two aurors' eyes widened and their bodies obviously tensed.

Harry smiled at them. "Relax boys. Your wands are portkeys back to Auror Headquarters if you want. Just say 'Thanks, Harry' and you'll be back at the office in no time. I'll make sure Deputy Head Hollings gets his answers and makes it back safely."

The two aurors glanced at each other and smiled. "Thanks, Harry." As they both disappeared, one of them was shrugging and saying "Oops."

Augustus Hollings' eyes widened and he was getting visibly nervous.

Albus just sat back amused.

Harry crossed his arms and looked sternly at the older bureaucrat. "Now Deputy Head Hollings, I'm going to humor your ill conceived inquiry just so that you will leave me alone in the future."

"Th- thank you, Mr. Potter," he stuttered nervously in response. "There have been some reports-"

"I'm well aware of the erroneous information you are following up on," Harry interrupted demonstrating just how little he thought of this man. "Now I know you have been working in the Ministry through both rises of Voldemort." Harry took pleasure in the shudders that only the older people still made when they heard that name. "Are you familiar with the standard auror pre-interrogation identification charms? Specifically those to detect Polyjuice?"

Hollings looked confused. "Umm… yes, I am."

"Excellent," Harry grinned. "Because as you know, I am heavily involved in a research project, of which most details are still protected under Merlin's Laws of Discovery. I will happily share with you one of the stable and already privately disclosed capabilities. That is to make a Polyjuice transformation permanent and only counterable by the inverse potion. Polyjuice potion is controlled substance, but I have authorization for this usage, as anyone within the Department of Mysteries can attest to."

Hollings' eyes widened as he was unaware of this Ministry approval.

"Now you seem to be under the mistaken impression," Harry explained. "That simply because three people strongly resembling my father, mother, and godfather are suddenly out and about that I have been tinkering in necromancy. A very dangerous assumption to make, I assure you."

Hollings got the feeling his investigation was not going to be lasting much longer.

Harry sat back on the edge of the Headmaster's desk and just stared defiantly at Augustus Hollings. "I'm going assume your opinions of blood purity have absolutely nothing to do with this. I'm also going to assume you are not here on some crusade to try and publicly dirty my name. For that reason, I'm willfully divulging the fact that I have had three research partners or experiments if you will, under permanent Polyjuice. This was to perform a long term test on the Polyjuice yet again, before publicly announcing it and making it available to reputable sources and Ministry regulation. And this was also to keep secret the identities of my research partners. While I could have chosen clones of myself or other people, or even any of the many wonderful muggles out there, I elected that the deceased made the most sense and chose people close to me."

"Oh…" Hollings said meekly. "I… I did not know that."

"Of course you didn't," Harry agreed with a nod. "As secrecy on a research project of this magnitude is a necessity. Had you made any effort to contact me or inquire about this, I would have determined whether or not this information would be best kept from you or not. Instead you came up with wild theories, asked around until you felt justified and decided to storm in here to make an arrest. Now…" Harry slowed his speech and his eyes glinted dangerously. "Why don't we just get this over with quickly, so you can get on with the rest of your day?"

Hollings gulped.

"What's up Harry?" a voice asked from directly behind Augustus Hollings, startling him from his seat.

"Oh…" Sirius sighed and helped himself to a chair. "Another one of these."

"More bureaucraps?" Lily asked, making no inflection on her pronunciation, leaving Deputy Head Hollings wondering if his ears were deceiving him. She continued. "Haven't we done enough of these?"

The first voice, now identified as James, tiredly asked, "Who is it this time? War Mage Advisory Council again?"

"As long as it's not the Ancients," Padfoot insisted. "Those bloody relics are so boring."

Lily nodded. "Even the muggles' inquiry didn't take that long."

James agreed. "I thought the Elemental Masters were fun. Best chairs of the bunch."

Sirius nodded. "The Elder Elves had the best food though. Hands down."

Hollings just kept snapping his head back and forth in confusion, having only ever heard of these groups in legend, though appalled to here about a muggle inquiry.

"No no," Harry smiled and explained. "It seems the lovely wizards of Britian and the Ministry around here has finally found the time to intervene. And while I'm sure they could prepare us an adequate buffet if you felt like heading down to the Ministry, I figured we could just get this over with quickly."

Hollings jumped in. "Mr. Potter, what are you talking about? War Mages, Ancients, Elementals, Elves? And muggles?"

Harry nodded. "Of course. You wouldn't think the muggles would let something this landmark pass them by without determining our intent or providing assistance where they could? They convened a CDM within three hours of their intelligence network picking up notification. After the Privet Drive incident they kindly requested a second CDM."

"Harry," Lily scolded playfully.

"Oops," Harry shrugged. "I may have just broken the Statute of Secrecy on Muggle Intelligence to an uninformed wizard. Somehow I don't think he'll need to be phaser-beam mind-wiped though, will you Deputy Head Hollings?"

"What?"

"See," Harry said looking at his mother. "He doesn't even believe it when he hears it. Most wizards will happily believe what they want to. No need for mind-wiping at all."

"What are you talking about?"

James nodded and waved his hand slowly in front of him. "Nothing at all Augustus. Wizards are superior and secret… as always." James finished by waggling his fingers to really drive the subtle suggestion home.

"Now," Sirius asked. "What do you need to know before we can get back to work?"

"Umm…" Augustus seemed a little lost.

Harry jumped in and suggested, "Perhaps you should test them for Polyjuice? And if you'd like we can sit here and wait for an hour to demonstrate that it isn't a normal Polyjuice? Will that be sufficient?"

"Oh… right," Hollings nodded. "If you will all hold still…" Augustus waved his wand loudly incanting, "Probatur prabeo!" All three Assistant Professors responded to the spell with the dirty green colored haze indicating a Polyjuice potion.

"Surprise," Sirius lackadaisically said. He turned to his godson. "Why are you even making us go through this, Harry?"

"Yeah really," James added. "It's not like the Ministry of Magic has any jurisdiction over you."

Harry shrugged. "It makes them feel important. Gives them something to do."

Lily nodded. "And it should make things easier in the future."

"Kind of like those wheels you give to hamsters?" Sirius asked looking at some of the trinkets on Albus' shelves. He turned back to Harry. "So they don't just sit around and get fat?"

Hollings was getting angrier and angrier just listening to these people talk. He blustered, "I will not sit here and listen to you insult and berate the Ministry of Magic!"

"You could stand," James suggested.

"What?"

"Then you wouldn't be sitting here."

Augustus grumbled quietly.

Albus finally reminding everyone of his presence suggested, "If you would prefer Augustus, I do have a giant wheel in that closet you could spin for the next hour while we wait. It might help with those love handles."

Harry shook his head. "His abs and glutes we need to work on first. The love handles will take care of themselves."

Lily was tapping her chin. "Cutting out all the meat from your diet would be a great first step." She nodded and smiled. "The cows would certainly thank you for it."

James nodded. "I've got this moisturizer made from manticore sperm. Wrinkles disappear before your eyes and it exfoliates those pores like nothing you've ever seen. It's far better than pearl cream."

Sirius nodded staring at the Hollings' head. "Your T-zone definitely could use some help. Hell your whole forehead is practically turning purple right now."

"If we're making him over into a proper looking wizard," Lily suggested. "We have got to do something about those robes. They look centuries old."

"They are centuries old!" Hollings yelled back. "These have been passed down in my family for over a dozen generations."

Harry looked surprised. He leaned forward and quietly offered, "If you need to borrow some money to get new robes, I'm sure I could recommend a good loan officer. Logjam practically runs that department and he's an old friend of mine."

"I don't need money," Hollings was getting more and more upset. "I choose to wear these robes of my ancestors because they are the most proper and best looking."

Albus jumped in. "I know a number of good eye healers. They could fix your vision problems with a custom potion."

Hollings snarled. "I don't need-"

"I used to be like you," Harry interrupted with a sad shake of his head. "Angry at everything and everyone. Then I met a muggle psychotherapist. He helped me through many of my issues."

Hollings' jaw just dropped at the audacity of Harry.

"He could certainly help you at least deal with your purpling problem."

"I don't have a purpling-"

"You're turning purple right now!" Sirius insisted.

Lily shook her head. "Denial is the first obstacle to overcome."

"How can you hope to help anyone else," James paused to make a show of frowning, "if you can't help yourself?"

Augustus Hollings jumped up. "Fine, Mr. Potter. You've answered the questions and have the stupidest, most annoying secret research partners. I'm through here." He angrily stormed away.

Harry called out, "Would you like me to escort you back?"

An irritated voice replied, "Not a chance in hell!"

"What the hell am I doing Harry?" The extremely frightened but smartly dressed groom asked. "I'm too bloody young! Hell, she's way too bloody young! We've got our whole lives ahead of ourselves!"

Harry just smiled. "You love her, right?"

"Yeah, of course," Ron said. "But that hardly seems like enough."

"It's the most important part."

"I know that," Ron whined. "But it's just… one woman… for the rest of my life, you know?"

Harry could certainly sympathize with that fear. "Hmm. Well if you call it off, you mind if I ask her out?"

"Fuck you!" Ron snapped immediately.

Harry laughed. "I'm just kidding, mate. Besides… think of it this way, you ever slept with a married woman before?"

Ron smiled at that thought. "No. I can't say that I have. Have you?"

"They're far and away the freakiest," Harry assured him without actually answering the question. "And this way, you can sleep with a real hot one tonight."

Ron brightened at the possibilities. "Thanks Harry."

"You're welcome," Harry assured him. "Don't think of it as sacrificing your individuality, your identity, relinquishing control of your testicles, and basically giving up being a man. Instead think of it as taking all the fun away from her keeping you whipped."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah yeah. Laugh it up. You could be heading down this road soon too."

"I'm not so sure about that," Harry argued. "I figure I'm a long ways off from the ball and chain shackling. Freedom suits me and I still got some growing up to do."

"Well I do too!" Ron whined petulantly.

Harry shook his head. "Naw, not exactly. A big part of it is discovering just who it is that's going to be growing up with you. Today's another big part of it. Today we celebrate the death of Ronald Weasley, swinging superstud free to secretly snog Neville anytime he wants, and in his place we celebrate the birth of Mrs. Ronald Chang, kept man."

Ron grinned. "It is pretty nice to be getting married because I want to. I always figured the time would be right because she's due soon."

"I think a lot of us figured that as well." Harry nodded. "And for what it's worth, I doubt you'd survive telling your Mum you called this off anyway."

Ron's eyes widened and he gulped. "Right. Let's do this."

Ron was standing up the altar, pretty much wearing that deer in headlights look permanently plastered on his face, waiting for his bride to be to walk down the aisle. Harry kept swatting at Ron every time he started fidgeting entertaining thoughts of fleeing. The previously agreed upon muffling charm was around Mrs. Weasley's seat, though she seemed to be fighting the urge to run up and hug someone.

The bridal party came down the aisle at their musical queue decked out in ruffles and puffs that wouldn't look out of place on Ron's old dress robes. The Maid of Honor, Cho, was easily recognizable by the bright wide smile on her face, and steady trickling stream from her eye dribbling off her chin. Ginny was following dutifully and flashed her brother and Harry a warm smile.

Ron's youngest cousin Jon brought the rings, as he and the adorable little flower girl hurried their way up to the front. The music changed signifying the final two people who were going to be coming up to the altar.

Michelle Chang and her father appeared at the back of the hall, and Ron's unintentional charm was shining through. Without thinking he blurted out, "Good God, that's hot."

Harry had to pat Charlie on the back to help him stifle his coughing laughter, while Ron didn't seem to notice that he had spoken aloud.

Mr. Chang reluctantly dropped his daughter off at the front, and Albus, presiding over the ceremonies, began. "Welcome friends and family members on this glorious day. We are here to bear witness to the union of two kindred spirits, two gentle souls, two large and wonderful families." Harry once again had to pat Charlie on the back at the Headmaster's gift for understatement.

The ceremony continued on in a typically stuffy and overly archaic fashion. Ron rarely tore his eyes away from his bride, and merely responded as he had memorized, thanks in large parts to Harry's telepathic reminders and nudges. The first major deviation from tradition was when the happy couple turned to each other and gave their own personal vows.

"Michelle," Ron began looking her in the eye with the most honest face he could muster. "I may not be the smartest man. I may not be the most beautiful man. I may not be the kindest man. I may not be the most understanding man. I may not be the best cook. I may not…" He struggled with this one. "I may… not even be the best Quidditch player. I may not make the best husband. I may not make the best father. I may not be the best at remembering things. I may not… I may…" Ron turned to Harry and franticly whispered, "What the hell am I saying?"

Harry shrugged uncertainly. "No idea."

Ron turned back and smiled at his bride. He fell back on the most important lesson Hermione had drilled into his head. When all else fails and you're out of options, you might as well try the truth. "Shit babe, I love you."

Michelle's face split into an ecstatic smile. One look at how retarded for each other these two were, particularly in the face of Ron's ad-libbed conclusion to his vows, was all everyone present needed to know these two were a perfect match.

Michelle squeezed Ron's hand and looked into his eyes. "Ron, I love you too. I want you to always remember this." She took her right hand and placed it over her heart. With all the conviction and honesty of a magical oath, she announced, "Rub a dub dub, thanks for the grub. Yay Ron."

Harry managed to hold back a snort, and thankfully Bill had silenced Charlie before he could make a scene. Harry looked over at his best friend. Ron's bottom lip was quivering as his eyes welled up. Finally, Ron surrendered the fight and hurriedly wiped his eyes. "Gets me every time."

Albus just looked at the raw emotion these words managed to stir up in confusion. After giving the happy couple a few moments to compose themselves, he turned to Jon. "Did you bring the rings?"

Cheeky little boy replied, "You think I can't 'member all one of the things I'm 'posed to?"

Albus startled before adopting an ashamed small smile. "I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply anything."

"S'right old man," Jon pouted.

Albus slammed Harry a cold stare.

Harry refused to meet his eyes. He coughed lightly and asked Jon, "The rings?"

Jon lifted the pillow he'd been stuck holding a lot longer than he wanted. After putting the rings on each other's fingers, lighting a candle together, and some other uninteresting promises, Ron and Michelle reached the moment they had been waiting for.

Albus smiled at their excited impatience. "Ronald, Michelle. I now pronounce you husband and wife." Albus' eyes twinkled joyfully. "You may kiss the bride."

Ron nodded his head in acceptance of the offer and scooped up his wife. They embraced in a kiss that was beyond the limits of good taste. Harry had to look away when Ron started pawing Michelle's ass.

Albus paid no mind to all the over the clothes groping going on in front of him. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I proudly present Mr. and Mrs. Ronald and Michelle Weasley."

Arthur just barely got off a stunner on his wife when she broke free of the muffled area. Everyone else was cheering and applauding the lip-locked newlyweds.

Several minutes later the continuous cheers began to die down and still neither Ron nor Michelle had come up for air. Harry gently stepped forward and tapped Ron on the shoulder. "Ron!" He whispered loudly.

"Jusstakecarmmblmumph," Michelle mumbled from inside her and Ron's sealed mouths.

Harry cleared his throat a little louder.

Ron turned his head when Michelle began to lick up the side of his face. "Just take care of it, Harry!"

Harry rolled his eyes while the crowd laughed at the graphic and inappropriate show being put on. Harry waved his hand and levitated the latest Weasley baby factory a couple feet off the ground. He walked them back down the aisle slowly waving to the crowds as he went. Showers of rice were thrown, with surprisingly no response from Ron on the indecent use of food. As the smooching pair were loaded into the back seat of the patiently waiting wild Ford Anglia, Harry cast a slight obfuscation charm on the windows. He went to the front of the car, patted it on the hood, and tickled it under the hood ornament. "Go ahead and take the long way for them. Swing on by and say 'Hi' to Aragog if you like."

The Ford responded with two affirmative honks and drove off in the distance while two sweaty hands slapped up against the fogged windows of the backseat.

"Open bar! Thanks be to Potter!" Tonks exclaimed arriving at the reception. Tonks had downed two shots before Ginny and Luna joined her.

"Doing okay there, Tonks?" Ginny asked with a smile.

Tonks got herself a nice double scotch neat and decided to just nurse that for a while. "Yeah. Beautiful ceremony, wasn't it?"

Ginny nodded and took a swig from her daiquiri. "It certainly had all the characteristics of a Weasley wedding. Though their vows were definitely… unique."

Luna nodded. "I especially enjoyed watching Ron's tongue go on that dig for gold in the back of Michelle's throat." Luna helped herself to a shot of water, and then chased it with a large glass of whiskey.

Tonks shrugged. "It's hard not to wonder if it'll ever be you up at the altar getting married at these things, you know? A reminder that I could do without, thank you very much."

Ginny had a half-smile. "Makes you wonder if you'll ever meet the right guy?"

Tonks grumbled into her scotch. "Maybe I have met the right guy. He's just too dense to realize it."

Ginny's eyes narrowed dangerously, while Luna sat back serenely. Ginny faked a smile. "Oh really, Tonks? You think you found the one? Has Harry met this mystery man yet?"

Tonks frowned and looked over at Ginny. "How are you so sure Harry's not the one for me?"

Ginny scoffed. "Oh honestly, Tonks. I'm a Weasley. We're practically his family. You and I both know that Harry and I getting together in the end is inevitable. He's just got to work his way through this wild streak."

"Right," Tonks forced a smile. "Goodness knows all the times we've slept together he's always talking about how much he wishes I had no breasts. And how he wants to raise a whole farm full of pale freckled freakish looking ginger kids."

"Really?" Ginny snarled. "That's funny. Every time he's on his knees between my legs, he's always so glad that I actually have my own constant face, and that I don't have to use magic to hide my cottage cheese thighs."

Tonks was about to snap back irritably, when Luna threw out. "That's odd. With me he's always just telling me that he loves me and asking my opinion on love and the future." Luna was calmly sipping her whiskey. "Maybe I should try and get him to not be so open. I'm missing out on some hollow gossip."

"What?" Ginny snarled.

"He's told you he loves you?" Tonks asked incredulously.

Luna looked at the others and nodded with a small smile. "Certainly. Lots of times. Sometimes he just wants to be naked and snuggle. Considering all the sex he must be having with you, I'm not surprised."

Ginny and Tonks just stared at the blonde with their mouths agape.

"Oh look, Ron and Michelle are here." Luna stated as she walked over towards her assigned table. Ginny and Tonks narrowed their eyes at each other and found they were at the same table as Luna.

Ron strolled right up to Harry and swung a punch right at the face. Harry smiled having seen it coming and subtly shifted some of the tissue just underneath the skin into stone. Ron's hand connected with a loud crack, while Harry didn't even budge from his spot.

"God dammit, Harry!" Ron insisted cradling his hurt hand while Michelle just laughed at her husband. "That wasn't funny."

Harry was smiling brightly. "What did I do?"

Ron was rubbing some feeling into his hand, which Harry numbed and healed for him. "I was making out with a married woman for the first time and had to stop because of all the clicking going on. Nearly pissed myself."

"But you didn't sweetie," Michelle assured him. "You were very brave."

Harry laughed.

"Stupid old thing called me 'Friend of Harry' and then spewed his juice on us!"

Michelle was calming her husband. "He was blessing us with some of the finest acromantula silk I've ever seen. You should be thankful."

"See?" Harry said pointing to Michelle. "Today's the birth of a new Ron Weasley. Only the old one had to fear gigantic, man-eating, flesh-devouring spiders. This new one could happily visit Aragog any time you're up for some chat."

Ron just grumbled and sat down at the head table with his wife and their parents. Ron smirked viciously, "Go sit at your own table."

Harry didn't like that look and noticed a nearby empty seat with his name card in front of it. Sitting around the table, with extremely angry tense faces were Hermione, Tonks, and Ginny. Luna was there too, but tense was never a word to describe her. Smiling happily interspersed among them all were Remus, Sirius, James, and Lily. Harry gulped and nervously sat down in between Ginny and Tonks, while Luna smiled brightly at him. "Hello everyone. Wonderful weather we're having, isn't it?"