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A/N: Sorry about another short chapter, but I've got a few ideas up my sleeve I can't wait to get to! I'm excited…Prom is exactly two months away! WOO HOO! As always, REVIEW POR FAVOR! Having more chapters than reviews saddens me : (
"It's your daughter, Potter." Ginny said to a very confused and flustered Harry. She was mad, he could tell, because she had not only called him by his last name, but she bore a striking resemblance toward her mother in Mrs. Weasley's saber-toothed tiger moments. "She's too curious for her own good. She has more news than I think you even have…"
"She told you about Ron, then? I know about that…"
"Not that, you git. At least, not just that. He's alive… Hermione found him."
"Really! How could Darcie know…?"
"That's what I asked her. And here's what I wanted to talk to you about. She's been messing around with your old school books and the library here and…"
"Spit it out!"
"Let me talk, would you! She made a potion! She found it in a particularly nasty looking book, called 'Moste Potente Potions'…It doesn't sound like a normal text."
Harry's jaw dropped. He remembered when he, Hermione, and Ron had brewed polyjuice from instructions in the same book his daughter now had. In his memory swarmed pictures of gruesome transformation, men inside out, body parts in the wrong places, like some twisted Picasso portrait… and he muttered "Oh crap" under his breath.
Ginny seized the quiet moment to continue the story. "Darcie said it's called the Soporus Solution. The potion is meant to give the drinker more vivid dreams. Harry, she wanted so badly not to let you down. She figured if she practiced a little that she'd do well in her classes, and you would be proud of her. You are quite a hard act to follow…"
Harry sighed deeply and began to pace the faded carpet. "I still don't understand what this has to do with Ron."
Ginny sent him another death glare. "Let me finish! She messed up the ingredients. Darcie doesn't know what she did, exactly, but it turned out a different color and consistency than it was supposed to. Even though it looked and smelled odd… 'Almost sweet… like rotting wood.' She drank it."
"SHE WHAT!"
Ginny chose to ignore Harry's outburst, and continued. This time, however, her head and voice were directed to behind the ancient desk and past the green tallchair... "Darcie, come out here."
A head of blazing red hair and a pale white hand appeared from the shelter of the mahogany and leather. "Sorry Dad. I just wanted to make you proud of me. Andy's good at Quiddich, Mom is really cool, you and your friends saved the world…" Darcie ran to Harry and held onto him, burying her soggy, freckled face into the black shoulder of his mussed robes. She pulled away, and gave him a weak smile. "I am too lazy to explain this all over again, and I don't think I'd do it justice… but Dumbledore had a brilliant idea…" She winked at a small portrait along the wall and pulled a small phial from her shallow pocket.
It contained a swirling, silvery substance Harry immediately recognized as a memory. 'Probably of what happened when she drank the potion…' He carefully took the phialand pulled the cork stopper with a muffled squelch. Walking over to the old stone pensieve in the cabinet Harry was curious. What an adventure this was turning out to be…
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Draco was extremely worried now. Either Andy had the wrong place or the door to this room had vanished… either way he wasn't too happy. He was just about to tell Andy off, (feeling superior had always made him feel better before), when he realized that a plain, wooden door had appeared in the stone. He ran over to the brass handle and the door pulled in before he even reached it. The boy he had seen run into Hermione's office when they heard the news about Ron's death stood in the frame. His short, brown, and curly hair was frizzy from all the activity. He was swerving as he walked out of the room, like he had just walked off of a muggle merry-go-round.
"Mr. Malfoy, sir! I kidnapped your daughter. My condolences." Castor fell into a shelf, barely able to hold himself up. "Emeline! It's safe…"
"Thank Merlin!" Emeline, too, was swerving. "Damn rotating rooms!"
Draco grabbed her arm to steady her and then pulled her in for a hug. He pushed the liquid silver hair away from her flushed forehead and kissed the white skin, just like he did when she was younger. "I missed you, Emmie. You scared me."
"It's his fault entirely!" She sneered at Castor. "I would be just fine without him!"
"Yea. Just fine, but under an imperious curse, probably. Andromeda wants that power. So you can thank me now."
"You are such a…" She stopped, and her scowl turned upward into a pretty smile. "Andy, you found me!"
She pulled out of Draco's arms and ran to the dark silhouette of Harry's son, and draped her arms around his neck. She kissed him.
Draco groaned. This was definitely going to take some getting used to. Emeline was her mother's daughter, after all. Her great grandmother was a veela. He should have expected something like this to happen sooner or later. He wished Gabi was alive.
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'I missed you, Em.'
'And I missed you. I was getting sick of chess.'
'OW! Em, you bit my tongue!'
'I know…'
'You did it on purpose!'
'Only because you're stepping on my foot!'
'Oh. Sorry.'
'My dad is staring at us, Andy.'
'Let him!'
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"OW! Not again! You're drawing blood, Dracula!'
Emeline pushed Andy away, not knowing if it was because she didn't want her dad to see or just a need to come up for air. She was confusing herself. 'Later. We can do this later.' He was a good kisser, just bad with his feet.
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