~*T*~

Lisa gave Tom-the-Jade-who-was-a-diadem another pet, "Yeah, they are kinda cute together, aren't they?" she said, feet curled underneath herself in the left corner of the green chesterfield Victoria had set up in the Chamber. Myrtle and Victoria were arguing with the Basilisk over the cleanup and decoration project. Myrtle was the tiniest bit annoyed, but still smiling. Victoria was grinning, even as she was doing all the wand-work, and the Basilisk was grumpy that she had to relocate her preserved spiders.

~*i*~

"What's wrong, Greengrass?"

"Nothing, Potter."

"If you say so. If you tell me what's bothering you, I'll help you kill it."

"Don't want to kill it," she muttered.

"Then tell me what's bothering you, and I won't help you kill it," Taylor said, held out a hand, "How's that?"

~*i*~

"Another day, another letter," Amy told Hedwig.

"Prek," Hedwig said with a nod.

"It's to my parents," she shrugged, "Hermione's parents. Could you wait for an answer?"

"Pre."

"Thank you," Amy looked at Hedwig, "Do you like cuddles?"

"E. Eck," Hedwig raised a wing in a half-shrug.

"May I give you a little cuddle, then?"

"Pre."

Hedwig submitted to a gentle squeeze, then took Hermione's letter.

~*i*~

Lisa sobbed suddenly, grabbed Amy, and walked straight out of Potions.

"Fuck," Taylor said.

"Two points, Potter, for language," Snape said from the front, without even turning around.

Taylor shrugged, dropped a handful of grey powder in her cauldron, looked to Amy's, then Lisa's. She darted to Lisa's first, and dumped in a handful of grey dust, hooked the bail, and carried it over to Amy's, dropped in a handful of grey powder there, and used another hook to carry it to her own desk. She stirred all three cauldrons, making sure the potion was neutralized, added water and dumped them, quickly gave them a scrub, then cleaned all three desks. She started for the door with all three cauldrons and sets of supplies.

"One point for safeing the potions, and one for efficient cleanup, Potter. You will need to bring the potions to the next class, or get a zero."

"Yes, professor," Taylor said, and followed her wives from the classroom.

~*i*~

"I've been talking with him for weeks, but," Lisa's breath hitched, and Taylor shut the door, shoved cauldrons and potions supplies onto a shelf.

"But?" Amy asked gently as Taylor climbed into their bed.

Taylor sealed and silenced the curtains.

"He's still made of pain," Lisa said, her face wet.

"Yeah, he made a lot of bad choices," Taylor nodded, cuddling into her wives.

Lisa clutched her back desperately.

~*i*~

Sirius looked into the water from the beach, splashing his paws and shivering.

"Look, I know you're from a prudish culture that over sexualizes nudity," Taylor told him, treading water a foot or so from the bottom, "But come in, the water's fine, you can't see anything you don't want to once you're in."

Sirius shook his head, backed up a couple feet, rose to stand, "Yeah, no, I'm cold on the shoreline. I'll start the fire, and we can roast marshmallows once the three of you are dressed again."

"OK. I brought stuff for cocoa, too."

"I'll start some."

"Thank you," Taylor said before darting for deeper water.

~*i*~

"Fucking hell," Lisa said, slumping back against the headboard, "Fucking hormones. Fucking wet dreams. Fucking baby-fevered dark lords. Fucking inconvenient timing. Fuck."

Amy looked at her in shock. Taylor, having sealed and silenced their bed curtains, took her hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Myrtle wants thirty kids, she convinced Tom-the-Jade-who-was-a-diadem a baby or ten would be better than conquering the Wizarding World, and us? We'd finally gotten the world settled, and you'd convinced me I wanted a baby, then-"

"Poof, we woke up as ten and eleven year olds. Fucking hormones."

"I just wanted a baby," Amy said, "I hope I didn't convince you."

"I could see how excited you were," Taylor said, softly, reaching for Amy's hand.

"It," Lisa banged her head on the headboard, thunk, "Babies are fucking contagious."

"No babies until you are seventeen."

"13 October 1997, then?"

~*i*~

"If you are having trouble with the spell, first check the incantation: Win-gar-dium levi-o-sa," Amy said, "with a nice, long gar. Then check your wand movements."

"If you're so smart, why don't you do it?" Ron Weasley demanded.

His feather floated into the air, "Because," the feather dropped back to the table, "You still need to tell your wand the spell you want, but it isn't all that smart, so it is easy to confuse it."

~*i*~

All Taylor had listened to the first time was "Granger," "Terror," and "has no friends," but that was quite enough to go back over what she had heard and listen to it again..

Weasley hit the wall with a crack, his hands went to his throat, and Taylor stalked closer.

"I find your lack of faith . . . " she quoted, "disturbing."

Taylor squeezed his throat a little. Weasley squeaked, his feet kicking uselessly against the wall.

"When a goddess, even one as derated as Amy, offers you help it would behoove you to accept it with gratitude. If you cannot accept it, you should decline it very respectfully," Taylor shook him a bit, his head bobbling a little, "Is that understood?"

He tried to nod.

Taylor pulled him from the wall, pushed him back with a thump, "Is that understood?"

"Yes," he forced out.

Taylor dropped him to his feet, "Tell me what you understood."

"What?"

"Were you dropped on your head as a baby?" Taylor's voice grew shrill, and she forced it back down, "Read back what I told you, so that I can be sure you understood it."

"Don't pick on Granger or you'll beat me up?" he asked, rubbing the back of his head.

Taylor whirled sharply, "Lisa," she said, "Could you?"

Lisa stepped up, and Taylor tucked herself under Amy's chin.

"It's OK," Amy said, "He has no power over me."

"No, it's not. No one gets to pick on you."

~*T*~

Note: A new chapter! An actual new not-posted-before chapter, instead of updated ones.

Every earlier chapter has been edited, and most have been enlarged, since their initial posting.

13 Nov 2018.