A/N: Yes, I realize my humungous mistake. since when is Pansy a twin? Sorry, but all the P names get me confused. It was pansy, so just imagine i didn't say she was indian. K?
Disclaimer: This week was very interesting. Bomb threats, knives, fire alarms, kicked-in lockers…that's what's going on at my school. I doubt that I would be going there, or any school if I owned Harry Potter. Oh, yeah. This is going to be a pretty long chapter because I have to get all six characters to the same place by the end. The attack will take place in the next chapter.
Warning: There is smut, lemon, citrus, lime, w/e u wanna call it. I'll probably swear as well, but my crystal ball isn't clear, so pretend to be surprised.
Last WordsHarry slept restlessly. He kept seeing flashes of Voldemort performing an evil ritual of some sort. He woke soon after, and forgot the dream as soon as he tried to remember it.
He looked out of his window and saw that it was about 10:00 am. He quickly showered, dressed, and asked for some food from a waiting Dobby.
After his quick breakfast he went downstairs to go talk to Dumbledore before going to the Order's headquarters.
He walked in as the professor was placing another memory into his pensive.
"Hello Professor. Did I come at a bad time?" Harry asked.
"No, of course not. I was just going to have you woken. Are you feeling better today?" his face showed concern for the young man's health.
"Better than yesterday, and good enough to go to the meeting, but I am still very tired. Seems weird how I can be so tired after sleeping for so long, but I am." Harry said this somewhat sullenly.
"Well that's good. Care for a lemon drop?" the headmaster asked cheerfully.
Why do I always get the feeling he's senile? Harry asked himself.
"No thanks. What I came here to ask you about is Ginny. How is she?" He asked this with obvious concern, as he hadn't learned occlumency or legilimency, and didn't grasp the concept of not showing his emotions.
"Well, ever since the attack last year I have noticed a severe drop in her studies. Also, she doesn't sit with her old friends, or go to parties as she used to. I've tried to get her to talk to Professor McGonagall or me, but she avoids us, and everyone else. I'm wondering if it's because she hasn't seen Ron, Hermione's coma, or you being sick for so long. Maybe it's all of those." Dumbledore finished depressingly.
"Why didn't you tell me! I could have helped her! Why hasn't Ron been there for her?" Harry said, exasperated.
"We don't know. A few days after the attack he said goodbye to all of us, then left. No note, or any way of reaching him. We've tried everything, but we were unable to find him." Dumbledore's mood had sufficiently dropped since Harry had come.
"Holy Merlin. I can't believe him! That bas-" Harry was cut off by a voice in the fireplace.
"Harry, it's time for the meeting. Hello Dumbledore." Said Tonks.
"Oh. We'll talk about this later Professor." With that Harry threw some floo powder into the hearth, and walked in after saying "Grimauld Place"
He stumbled through the fireplace, into an overly crowded room.
"I'm glad you could make it Harry. Why don't you find a seat and we can start telling everyone our newest information." said a very worn out Remus. He motioned to an empty chair at the front, then went to the front of the room.
Dumbledore came through the fireplace next, and walked over to stand beside Remus. Dumbledore cleared his throat as to get everyones attention, then said the following line in all seriousness and sadness anyone could have mustered.
"Fellow wizards, we have cause to believe that many of you will die today."
Ron sat down to play with Sari. She was probably the best out of the whole chess club. This caused her to be asked out by most of the chess students. The ones that didn't ask her out either had girlfriends or were gay, because you couldn't help but like her. Ron himself was falling for her, but he hid it well.
"So Ron, I mean Mr. Weasley, how young were you when you learned to play chess? How long have you been playing?" Sari asked innocently.
"Well, I'd say I was about five. I've been playing ever since then, so I've been playing for...fifteen years. How about you? Your to good to have just started." Ron said the last part quietly. Sari knew male behavior, and knew she had him wrapped around her finger.
"I have been playing since I was eight, so that would be ten years." Sari said, realizing Ron was even closer to her age then she had thought...hmmmm...
They continued, both on even ground for the moment. Sari decided to use this time to learn more about Ron.
"So...do you have any siblings? I have a younger brother, a real pain in the ass." The last part was said with good humor, though you could tell she was telling the absolute truth.
"Actually,I have five older brothers and one younger sister. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, me, and Ginny." He said the third name with disgust, and ended with a few shakes of his head, remembering the hardships he had faced because of his large family.
"Wow, and I thought one was bad." Sari was wondering if all of his brothers were as hot as he was, and came to the conclusion that they weren't.
They continued with such talk for the remainder of the period. Ron won of course, not surprising as he was the chess teacher, and had been playing longer then her. Finally, class was over and he was getting ready to leave for his job as a bartender. He usually worked the hours no one came in, so he used the small wages to help pay the bills. Before he was about to leave, Sari came over to him.
Oh no. I wonder if she knows how irresistible she is...I have to stop this, she's one of my students! And my heart belongs to someone else...His thoughts about the past tormented him. He was never able to completely forget her, or anyone from the past...
"Mr. Weasley? I was wondering if you would be kind enough to come to my house for more extensive training. How would tomorrow at eight be? Or would you rather come at six for dinner?" she said this nonchalantly, as if it didn't matter if he said yes or no, though it would really change her life completely if he said yes.
"Well, is it all right with your parents? I thinkI can come for dinner." His heart was dancing in his chest. He hoped it wasn't evident to her that he had been longing to meet her family.
"Well, seeing as my mom won't be home, she won't mind. My brother won't care either as he's going to be at a friend's house." Okay, so she made up the last part, but she'd make sure she got him out of the house.
"What about your dad?"
"My dad died beforeI was born. I'm sure he won't mind if you come over, though if you really need to make sure you could always go to the cemetery down the street..." she saw the pitying look in his eyes and wanted to make him laugh.
"Well then, I guess that would be fine." he waved good-bye to her and walked outside to find a good place to activate his portkey. All of a sudden a portly man in a maroon silk robe appeared in front of him.
"You are required at a meeting of the Order of the Phoenix. It is extremely important, and if you are not present I can assure you that you will die." the short man was completely serious as he transferrd his message.
"Please come with me Mr. Weasley." and with that he took hold of Ron's arm and they apparated to a filled room of witches and wizards.
Draco ran up the stairs, forgetting that he could apparate, or maybe he didn't really want to get away...
"Come on Draky. You know we'll get you eventually. You know you want us." The twenty women called after him.
Finally, he was at his room. He pulled the door open, and was just about to close it when they reached him. Labonita reached him first. Her clawed fingers pried the door open for the others to attack their newest victim.
Calvine jumped onto him, her naked body severely erecting his member. The others ripped at his clothing, prying it all off in a matter of seconds.
One was giving him a blow job, another fighting to give him a better one. Two were leached onto his neck, another glued to his mouth. Calvine had her fingers playing with his perfect ass. Labonita and another were sharing one of his hands, puting his fingers inside of themselves and over their perky breasts. Four were doing nasty things with his feet, another four dancing sexily, making sure his eyes were on them. One other had his other hand, sucking on it similar to how she would have sucked his cock. Finally, the last was playing with his long ungelled hair, and occasionally trying to rub his back but being almost bitten by Calvine.
Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, oh Merlin! I thought I was gay! This changes everything! God they have great asses! I hope Calvine never stops...Merlin, what's the name of the girl giving me the blow job? Is she an angel?
"You! Dancers! Come closer, and you giving me the blow job, don't you dare stop! Calvine, share me with the girl in my hair!" Then he grabbed the three girls playing with his hands. Throughout that, the girl that had been attacking his mouth moved to straddle his face. He obliged and his tongue slid inside gleefully. The three he had pulled toward him sat on his chest while his hands squeezed, rubbed, tickled, and entered them many times. Finally, the girl who had been fighting for his cock won, and shoved herself on him. This caused some movement, mainly a few girls falling off of him, but they soon got accustomed to the in and out movements.
Oh, shit! I forgot to put a spell on my cock! They could get pregnant, I could get some disease! Hmmm...Well it could be worse. With that he forgot everything and continued. He watched the dancers appreciatively, and only noticed the change of a fucking partner slightly. He didn't even realize when a plump, red headed witch apparated into the room.
"Oh Merlin! Draco! What the fuck is going on here!" Mrs. Weasley screamed.
The women all became silent, and movement stopped. Draco hadn't heard as the sighs, murmurs, and loud moans from the twenty women around him.
"Why have you stop-" he started, before realizing Molly Weasley was standing before him. He jumped up, the women on top of him fell off with slight shrieks. He grabbed for his robe and covered himself while giving the older woman in front of him a death stare.
"Why are you here?" He asked meanly. Not only was she the mother of one of his worst enemies, but she had come right when he was about to have an orgasm.
"Ummm...you were requested at the Order meeting. You weren't answering your mirror, so I came by to see what was up." she stammered. Her eyes kept looking down to where a prominent lump protruded from under his robe.
"Oh...sorry,I was a little...preoccupied...is it important?" Draco put on his snob act and placed a sneer on his face.
"What? Oh, the meeting. It's very, very important. Dumbledore said it was a life or death matter." She was nervous just thinking about her loved ones dieing.
"Oh...well I guess I should go then...Don't move girls! I'll be back...You better drink some more of whatever Lucius was giving you though..." Draco gave the twenty women one more look before taking Molly's hand and apparating to the Order's headquarters, dreaming of naked women...
Neville awoke from a peculiar dream. He had been searching through a large house, trying, he thought, to get out. All of a sudden, he had heard a woman's voice behind him. He had started running toward it, but the door her voice came from kept getting farther away. He warmth on his lips, as if an angel had kissed him, and for some reason he knew. He knew he would never see the woman behind the door. It came to him clearer then any spell ever had, and he felt this truth course through him.
He looked at the clock.
Time for work already...I guess I better get ready. Hmmmm...What a strange dream... He had been having odd dreams for the past few nights. They always seemed to start the same, but the door he couldn't pass through didn't always hide something as peaceful as a beautiful woman.
Soon he was ready. Before he walked through the hearth, he looked back at his bed, and could just imagine sleeping and finding that woman in his dream, but then he was at Headquarters, and all thought was forgotten.
Fred smiled to himself as he thought of George. They were so alike, and yet completely different. For one thing, their choice in girls. George liked the tall blonde type, and Fred liked the more sophisticated brunette or red head that was shorter. His first love had been Hermione, but he soon saw his little brother's own love for her, and anyway, she wasn't interested in him.
That was so long ago. She didn't even have a figure...I wonder what Vian looks like...His thoughts trailed away from women to lunch.
"I think I'll have some pancakes!" he exclaimed to himself happily.
He started making them. His mother had inspired the love of cooking in him, and ever since he had been a child he had wanted to be as good as she was. He knew he wasn't quite there yet, but he was getting close. He wanted a cook so that he would be able to get great meals when he wasn't able to cook for himself. Also, despite the fact that he could create something to clean the house and could make the yard beautiful with magic, he wanted company, and he knew he wasn't very good at designing things like that.
He devoured the delicious pancakes soon after, then went to have a late shower. He had gotten a love for muggle inventions from his father. Their ability to live comfortably without magic astounded him.
All of a sudden, there came a knock at the front door. He quickly put his robe on, and went to see who it was.
He swung the door open, and there stood three people. First was a short red head, with gray eyes and a smiling face. To her left was a slightly taller woman who looked about five years older then the first. Her hair was darker and less brown, though her face was very similar. He assumed they were about eighteen and twenty-three. The third person was a short young man. He had a pointier face then the women, but was definitely related to them. The first woman then started talking.
"Hello. Are you Mr. Weasley?" Fred shook his head 'yes' and she continued.
"I am Vian. This is Keegan and Damek. How do you do?" she stuck her hand out and he shook it warmly.
"I'm so glad you all could come on such short notice. Here, let me show you your quarters.Oh, and please call me Fred?" he guided them through the entry, across the front sitting room, past the kitchen, down a hallway, and into a delicate looking door.
"Oh my." Keegan muttered. In front of them was a medium sized living room. There were leather chairs and couches surrounding a large brick fireplace. One wall had a huge alcove built into the wall with two amazing windows behind it. On another wall were three doors.
"Those doors lead to the three rooms. The two on the right have an adjoining bathroom, while the other has its own. I'll leave you now to get acquainted with your surroundings. If you have any questions, I'll be in my study. It's down stairs, third door on the left." he departed after, sorry to have to leave, but he was expecting a message from the ministry.
When he entered the study, he found a man standing at his desk. His wand was raised immediatley.
"Who are you?" he asked, the past thoughts evaporating.
The man turned around and he saw it was Remus.
"Come on Fred. The ministry has been waiting for you." with that they walked through the hearth and away from the woman who had been just about to open the door.
Blaise had been working for a while when his boss came up to him.
"You're going to have to do that later Blaise. Dumbledore and the minister of magic are holding a meeting and every witch and wizard above eighteen must be present." the stout wizard looked unhappy about the whole thing, but Blaise wasn't paying attention.
Oh shit! This must be important. Dumbledore isn't fond of notifying people of his discoveries, and the Minister isn't fond of Dumbledore, so this should prove very interesting...With that, he put the papers and his pen down, and followed his boss to the auditorium. Once there, he was surprised to see that the room was so full, that the engorgement spells didn't seem to be doing much to help the stuffed people. As he entered, Dumbledore started his speech. How could Blaise have known that him being there would save his life?
A/N: I said most of it at the top. Basically, this will take place over a years time, so after the attack, expect it to skip over a lot of time. after this year is over, I'll start another story that will actually be the 2nd volume.Hmmmm...anything else? Oh. Sarah should have had the first chapter of our story on sataygre up by now, but she's been sick. I expect it to up soon though. The story is RANDOM! so be very afraid. Also, if you are afraid of bald people, remedial potions lessons, and hairy voldemorts, I would advise you to not read this story!lol