(A/N: I am terribly sorry for not updating sooner. The world was just against me, I swear. Microsoft Word issues and internet issues and writer's block issues and time issues and sibling issues and parental issues and I could go on forever so I'm just gonna stop before I rant any more...but hey, here's a new chapter! Enjoy! And thanks to all my readers of which there are three (maybe four)! You know who you are! Luv to you all and dirdle sucks like a milkshake! Sincerely yours, -Writing Fairy-) (p.s. Feel the burn from the flame within and make Paul and George and Louis proud!) (Snicker, snicker.) (By the way S, Quantum is the quantity of something. Fits. Kinda.)

Chapter 3, Without Further Ado

Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent a bit of time quibbling over Sage Ravenclaw in continually loudening voices until grudgingly heading down for breakfast. They all knew how Mrs. Weasley felt about breakfast. The tables were set up outside because of Bill's wedding, and beyond that there were just too many people arriving to fit inside. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ate their breakfast quietly, avoiding talking to one another, or joining in on the celebratory mood whizzing around the table like an overzealous snitch. But Harry couldn't think of a snitch he despised more at the moment. Hermione and Ron glared at Harry, while Harry stared studiously at his plate, avoiding their gazes at all costs. He sat there fiddling with his fork and knife; as hungry as he had been when he had woken up he was now just as full. He chopped up his sausage, mutilated his eggs, and smashed his potatoes into a pulp until nothing on his plate was discernible from the other.

Did he really want to go see this 'Sage Ravenclaw'? Just how safe was she? His dreams had forsaken him before, many times, so how was he supposed to trust this one? His dreams were the reason Sirius...Sirius was dead. What more proof did he need that he should ignore them? But then again...what if she had a Horcrux? Wasn't it his destiny to destroy Lord Voldemort? And to do that he needed all the Horcruxes. Professor Dumbledore...he didn't die in vain. He wasn't going to...but he didn't want to...what if someone got hurt again?...he'd never be able to live with himself. There were just too many things running through his mind, he couldn't even think straight he was so conflicted. Finally he decided, at least for Bill's wedding, he was going to completely forget everything. Harry was just about to look up, force himself to smile, and congratulate Bill and Fleur when he realized everyone was quiet. And looking at him. Apparently that was going to be rather hard...

"You okay there Harry?" Tonks asked, her hair once again her signature pink. Everybody knew why, it was just really sweet, what that pink hair signified. Lupin had finally been overruled by everyone as they gradually saw Tonks sink deeper and deeper into depression, that if they had feelings for each other, Lupin being a werewolf shouldn't come between them. It was a great day in the Weasley house when Lupin finally kissed Tonks. It was so sweet.

"What?" Harry asked stupidly, ya know, the way you do when you've heard the question but it caught you so off guard you just say 'What?', "Sorry, if I knew I was the center of attention I would've done something interesting." He joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Lupin asked him firmly.

Everyone's eyes went from Harry to Ron to Hermione, all who remained quiet.

"Nothing." Hermione finally managed.

"Why were you arguing about Sage earlier?" Tonks asked, undeterred.

The trio's jaws all dropped.

"You know Sage Ravenclaw?" Hermione asked astounded.

Tonks and the other Aurors laughed, "Most Aurors know Sage. She's everywhere."

"She was supposed to be here today, but work kept her." Moody growled.

"And you're her boss!" Mrs. Weasley chided, "I don't know why you didn't just allow her to come, the sweetheart must be exhausted, hasn't been dropping by as much as usual-"

"She's very busy Molly. I talked to her the other day." Mr. Weasley assured his wife.

"And I did say she could come, but there was a problem with a death eater in Norway. She couldn't not go, according to her." Moody told her, a hint of pride in his voice.

"She sends her congrats." Tonks offered to Bill and Fleur. "Also, she says if either of you ever break up she's going to take that as the symbol that her love life is hopeless too." She paused, smirked, and added, "Just to let you know."

Bill raised his scarred eyebrow. He wasn't fully a werewolf, but during the full moon he had an undeniable desire for meat. Thankfully not the human kind.

"Don't worry, she said the same thing to me." Tonks eyes twinkled as she squeezed Lupin's hand.

"So you...know her?" Harry asked, dumbfounded.

"We're best mates." She shrugged.

"Well." Hermione said, then getting excited, "That's-that's fantastic! You can help us contact her and ask her about the-"

"Hermione!" Harry snapped, her voice died out immediately. It was about the Horcrux! That was between him, Dumbledore, Hermione, Ron, and no one else. No one else. Everyone -but Moody- jumped at the harsh sound of Harry's voice.

"Is there something you wanna tell us Potter?" Moody asked, eyeing him suspiciously.

"No sir." Harry lied, his face apathetic, glaring at Hermione who was trying to shrink into nothingness in the clearly solid wooden chair.

"Is something wrong?" Tonks asked, clearly worried about him, as was everyone else who were giving him various looks of 'Where are the nice men in the white jackets when you need them?'.

(A/N: Or the white men in the nice jackets. Snicker, snicker. Sorry, couldn't resist)

"Sage, she's sane though, isn't she?" Ron asked. "Not like a death eater or nothing, right?"

Tonks gave him a lopsided grin and said, "Best Auror, and one of the most dedicated."

"Could Voldemort have something against her?" Harry asked carefully.

A few people flinched at the name, but most just watched Harry with confused eyes. They had all quickly learned that the three knew a few things they didn't and that meant skirting around subjects and asking questions no one else understood. They had -for the most part- given up trying to understand.

"I believe he has something against everyone, Harry." Lupin responded wisely when no one answered.

"Do you need to talk about something?" Tonks finally found her voice long enough to ask.

"You know what I do need?" Harry mused, not unkindly, "Everyone to stop asking me that." and with a sigh he stood up and walked away, off around the magically held up house, leaving more questions behind than he had answered.

Harry sat in the gardens just thinking. Thinking about the most random things as he watched the little gnome-like creatures dash through the gardens squealing, "Get offa me! Get offa me!" as Harry made half-hearted attempts to grab them just to keep his hands busy and his thoughts in check. His mind was running wild, thinking stupidly impossible things and worrying himself to the point where he would break out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason. Finally, after a what felt like hours but was really only about twenty minutes, Harry decided to banish all thoughts of -I'm not thinking about him- and -I'm not thinking about those either- from his mind all together, which consequentially made him oodles cheerier.

He practically skipped upstairs to get ready for Bill's wedding and greeted Hermione and Ron like long lost dear friends, which shocked them so much that they forgot about their argument over Sage Ravenclaw -for the time being at least.

They laughed and talked and congratulated Fleur and Bill, and just had some plain old fun. For possibly the last time for a long time. Bill's wedding went without a glitch except for all the women -and Ron- crying. And RON?

"Are you crying Ron?" Harry laughed as he watched his best mate rub at his eyes.

"NO! I've just got...got something in my eye." He sniffed.

"Ri-ight." Harry chortled.

Ron whacked him upside the head which then got him a double smack from Hermione and Mrs. Weasley as they both chided, "Don't hit Harry."

"Yes, don't hit Harry." Harry muttered, just containing his laughter. Ron just glared at him with that whole I'm-going-to-get-you-back-yes-laugh-now-while-you-still-can-but-just-you-wait.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione mingled for a while after the ceremony meeting new people and talking with old acquaintances. Ron jumped about ten feet in the air -along with the rest of his family- when Moody roared his name across the backyard, "WEASLEY!" Ron ignored him at first, not sure it was him Mad-Eye Moody was talking to, but as their old professor stormed over it became clear just who he was bellowing for. Ron started to shake.

"Uhh-y-yes Professor?" Ron stuttered.

"Get that wand out of you back pocket boy, you're going to blow a buttock off!" Moody growled at him as Hermione and Harry snickered behind him as he whipped it out so fast it almost flew into the punch bowl.

Equally though, Harry nearly hexed Fleur's little sister Gabriella when she attacked him from behind crying, "My zizter! Zhe iz married!" in a thick French accent. He tried frantically to calm the emotionally unstable girl down but to no avail and it was his turn to be snickered at. When he finally pried himself away from Gabriella -and guiltily to Mrs. Weasley, though it was necessary- he noticed an owl circling the party as if searching for someone, though not sure who. The envelope was red.

"Who do ya reckon that's for?" Ron asked him as he came up with Hermione.
"I pity whoever it is." Hermione said matter-of-factly, "That's a howler."

Suddenly it dove into the crowd, right for a pink head. Tonks.

All three headed towards her and as soon as they came upon her Harry realized it was a very unusual owl. Pure gray with stunningly vivid green eyes. Kinda like...

"Good girl." Tonks grinned, handing it a treat. The owl budded its head against her shoulder and picked off a piece of lint on Tonk's bright pink dress.

"Yes. Go back to Sage and...give her...this..." Tonks strung out the words as she wrote on a parchment that appeared out of thin air with a pen that had as well. The howler started to smoke around the edges. The owl put the letter in its talons and went to Tonk's pink-hair and ripped out a perfectly straight lock from the heart-shaped head.

"Mystic!" Tonks chastised but the owl just got a glint in its eye and with a hoot was gone. Tonks shook her head but turned the envelope over and read aloud, "Wotcher Tonks. Give this to Harry, kay? Lots of love and congrats to BOTH happy couples. Yes, of course I know about you and..." She trailed off, blushing slightly. Lupin patted her arm and addressed the small crowd around them, "We were going to wait until after Bill's wedding..." He said faintly.

"Oh! MY GOODNESS!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"It's alright." Bill smiled, squeezing Fleur.

Lupin nudged Tonks and she cleared her throat and continued, "Yes, of course I know about you and Remus's engagement-"

Mrs. Weasley shrieked, nearly in tears again. Mr. Weasley put a hand on her arm and gestured for her to calm down.

"And congrats girl! Pink wedding of course." Tonks grinned, "Go so well with that pink do of yours. Now scat. And give this letter to Harry. If you don't I'll know! Now remember what I said, and I meant it, if either of you perfect couples ever break up I'll know I'm screwed too! So make it last, kay? Lots of love and funness and cheerfulness all around! Cheers, Sage."

"I just wanna know how she always knows." Lupin smiled.

"That's Sage, quirky but cute. And of course all knowing." Tonks responded with a knowing smirk.

"Of course." Lupin agreed with a shake of his head.

"Here Harry. And don't worry. She sends howlers to everybody. She doesn't really howl though. She just says it's more personal." Tonks handed him the letter and everyone was watching him intently. "I don't think Sage meant that for the whole party." She winked at him.

"Thanks." He breathed before making a beeline for the house, Hermione and Ron at his heels.

He hated to do this but... "Muffliato!" He commanded with his wand when they had reached the kitchen.

"Oh Harry." Hermione grumped.

"It was necessary." He returned.

"Just open it! It's about to burst." Ron cut in impatiently.

Harry broke the seal. This is was going to be interesting...

(Remember the Quantum!)