Author's Note:

Reviews and Comments: To reader777667: Thank you, you are too kind! To ladyinwaiting2005: I did post a werewolf family tree on my Tumblr, I will also provide it in the end author's notes here. To : They can't storm Malfoy Manor legally and definitely not on just rumours alone. They need concrete proof he's there. To LifeonEarth: Aww I love that you have a little Arnold. As to Romione, it is coming… slowly. To tim2604: Thanks that's very nice of you! I'm pretty decent with French though, but I appreciate the offer. As to the Trace, I always understood it as it traces by wand but if it's in a magical household, they can't really trace the kids and hope the parents are the ones to keep the kids in order. To Moony the Sheep: Sorry, I just really suck at writing summaries lol. Volk is dodgy. He's a werewolf who likes being a wolf, but he is better than Greyback. And thank you, I'm glad you can see the difference between the wolves just in their words, that means a lot! Which cheesy bit with Remus and Harry? Love how much I've made people love Draco.

To ironhidensh1: Thanks! Draco is an absolute dick, but I don't think he's evil and I wanted to portray that. To coloredwords: Harry is a better student as with having Remus for his father, he can't not be. I'm proud of Neville too, I hope you like my little boys night for them in this chapter! To alix33: I meant Remus gets to see Frank and Alice's son, James and Lily's son, and now Sirius' children where his friends missed out this. I'll say salt and vinegar crisps. To ManyGrey: I agree. We don't want Zee to have anyone else, but we want her to be happy, it is a contradiction. To decoy73: Definitely not wrong of you, we shall have to see if the Malfoys make it out alive or not. To Lolikiano: There will definitely be more Theo/Finn steamy scenes, I can promise that. To .wills15: Yes, I knew the genders and names of the twins before I even wrote the chapter of Sirius' death. Star and Goddess are what Zee and Sirius are calling them because I won't be revealing the names as of yet. Steel: Love your begging LOL!

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CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR:

Ginny spent her first afternoon home with Charlie playing Quidditch. Her brother was incredibly surprised at her skill and when she scored on him again and again, he was laughing.

"Damn, Jitterbug! How the bloody hell did you get so good at this game?"

"I snuck out and stole your broom," she said, scoring on him again.

Charlie dived for the Quaffle, grinning widely. "As someone who had scouts checking him out to play professionally as Seeker, you're kicking my arse! Though to be fair, I was never a great Keeper."

Ginny caught the Quaffle he threw her way and smiled when he blocked it. "A girl had to show her brothers up somehow."

"Well, you bloody well succeeded," Charlie called out. He gestured for her to fly down and he put his arm around her when they landed. "You want to play, don't you?"

Ginny snuck a look at him. His red hair was windblown, making it look even messier and wavier than usual around his freckled face. He'd grown a full beard since she'd seen him last and she rather liked how it looked on him. "Mum would never approve."

Charlie scoffed. "And like that's stopped us before. Do you think Mum approves of me working with dragons? Or Bill dealing with cursed treasure? Or Fred and George leaving school in the middle of their last year to open a joke shop?"

"I noticed Percy wasn't on that list."

Charlie laughed. "Percy works in the Department of International Magical Relations, I'm pretty sure that alone makes Mum happy. Jitterbug, you can be anything you want to be."

"Mum says a Healer would be a great job for me."

"It would. You have a caring nature and I can see you doing well there. But, I don't think that's something you'd love, is it?"

Ginny shrugged. "I don't know."

"You know what I'd think you'd be great at?"

"Let me guess, a stay-at-home-mum raising a few dozen children, preferably all boys."

Charlie chuckled. "I think you have me confused with Mum and Gamma. No, I always thought you'd go into writing."

Ginny raised her eyebrow at him. "What?"

He shrugged. "You've always kept diaries. Bill and I called them the Ginny Chronicles. You always loved stories and you always wrote some of the best letters of everyone. You're detailed and organized and nothing gets past you when it comes to telling a good story. Honestly, I think that I always imagined you'd be a reporter one day."

"That's funny you said that," Ginny said carefully. "The letter from Colin, he says that he wants me to write for the Hogwarts Herald this year. He does the photography for the paper and he was trying to get me to write something last year and I published a few things, anonymously. But this year he wants me to be an actual writer for the paper."

"You'd be great at it. What does he want you to write?"

"He says anything," Ginny admitted. "But I think that he has something particular in mind. I wouldn't mind writing about Quidditch or something about the school… I like writing about things that matter to me, I guess."

"Well, for the record, I think you should do it. The Ginny Chronicles were always fun to read."

"That was my private diary!"

Charlie stuck his tongue out at her. "How else do you think I learned all of your secrets?"

He ducked when she whipped the Quaffle at his head.

"It's how I learned you kissed Harry when you were four — ouch!" he declared as this time the Quaffle connected with his head. "And how I learned that you thought Tonks was the coolest and how you wished you could have pink hair like her. You also wanted me to marry her."

"You were best friends and I liked her!"

"Yeah, but I was never interested in her like that. I loved her like I love you, Jitterbug, and not to mention that she fancied Remus."

Ginny nodded. "I still can't believe you read my diaries!"

"Only until you were nine," Charlie admitted. "Then you started hiding them too good for me to find. And one time I did find it again, but when I opened it, I was hit in the face with a Dungbomb."

Ginny smirked. "Serves you right."

"Princess of Mischief," he said, making her laugh. "How'd you do that anyway?"

"I'll never tell."

"Bill helped, didn't he?" When Ginny refused to answer, he grinned. "Really though, I think you should write for the Herald. You'd enjoy it and it would give you an idea of something you might like to do later on."

"Like, be a reporter for real? Like Rita Skeeter?"

Charlie made a face. "I'll set my dragons on you if you ever write like that cow."

Ginny laughed. "That's fair. I think I want to."

He nodded. "I think you'd be brilliant at it, but I also think you should talk to McGonagall about getting scouts out to watch you play. You'll get career advice this year as well."

Ginny's eyes widened. "Do you really think that I stand a chance, Charlie?"

"Gin, if you already have an arm that good at this age, you're more than capable of going pro. I'd quite like having a sister who can play Quidditch professionally. You can get me tickets to all the games I could ever want," he said, elbowing her lightly.

She grinned up at him. "Thanks, Charlie."

Charlie put his arm around her again and kissed the top of her head. "You're growing up, Jitterbug, and I'll be damned if I'm not proud as shit of you."

Ginny couldn't stop the grin from forming on her face. They sat out on the stoop and he told her more about his house. How he was painting it and fixing the hard floor floors, how the roof leaked and the garden was overflowing with weeds, how he had a perfect view of the mountains, and she thought it sounded perfect for him.

"Can I come see it when it's finished?"

"Absolutely," he promised her. "I'm hoping to move in by September. With my travelling back and forth to England so much it's taking me longer to get things organized."

"I'm glad of it," she said. "It's nice to see you so much."

Charlie nudged her shoulder, his lips curving. "It's nice to see you so much, too."

She left Charlie outside to talk to her father when he Apparated into the garden and she hurried upstairs to change before dinner. Her eyes widened when she saw the little purple fluff ball on her bed. She read the note from Harry, beaming as she picked him up. The Pygmy Puff immediately snuggled in close to her and she was pretty sure her heart was about to burst with joy.

"Mum!" she cried out, running down the stairs with the Pygmy Puff in her hands. "Look what Harry gave me!"

Molly turned to look at Ginny before she smiled. "Oh, that's sweet, dear."

"Where did he get it, do you think?" she asked, nuzzling the little Puff to her cheek.

"Fred and George," Percy supplied, surprising Ginny who hadn't realized he was sitting at the kitchen table. "They bred them. He must have been visiting the shop today."

"It's the cutest thing I've ever seen," Ginny declared. "I'm going to name him Arnold."

Percy scoffed. "Why? That's hardly a name for a purple fluff ball. Arnold means as strong as an eagle. It inspires leadership and strength. How does that fit that Puff?"

Ginny glared at her brother. "He's Arnold. He can be as strong as an eagle if he wants."

At her brother's look, she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Ginny!" Molly scolded. "Ladies don't stick their tongues out at people. Go upstairs and clean yourself up! Dinner's almost ready and we want to hear all about your trip."

"Come on, Arnold," Ginny said, putting the Pygmy Puff up on her shoulder with a grin.

His purple fur was as soft as a feather and his eyes were a bright dazzling blue, reminding her of the ocean. Arnold was a perfect name, she thought, and she skipped upstairs with him on her shoulder and a smile on her face.

~ ASC ~

It was just after nine when Ron came out of the fireplace, making Zee jump.

"Sorry to startle you," he said, grinning at her.

Zee shook her head. "No, I was very engrossed in this novel. How have you been, Ron?"

"Good," he said, nodding at Harry who was in the armchair next to Zee. "Ginny loves Arnold, that's what she named him by the way. Stupid name, but that's Ginny for you."

Harry grinned. "Arnold sounds perfect."

Zee yawned, closing her book on her lap. "I might head up to bed if you two don't mind. The jet lag on top of the pregnancy is making me want to sleep forever."

"Sure, goodnight, Zee."

Zee smiled. "Goodnight."

Harry led Ron through the kitchen and out into the garden before they headed up to the treehouse.

"Is Neville coming?" Ron asked as he followed Harry up the steps and into the main room of the treehouse.

Harry plopped himself into the hammock and waited for Ron to make himself comfortable on the bunkbed and nodded. "He said so, but he thought he would be closer to ten as his gran needed him to stay for some meeting she was having with someone. I told him to come straight out to the treehouse."

"He's really getting into the Cumbria stuff, eh?"

Harry nodded. "I think it's good for him. He's doing great with it and I think it's helping him step out of his shell. Neville's always been a bit on the shy side. It's part of the reason I'm so bloody impressed that he's the one who found it."

"Found what?" Ron asked, his brow furrowing.

Harry let out a slow breath. "Neville and Luna found the diadem."

"What? Bloody hell! How? When?" Ron exclaimed.

Harry quickly filled his friend in on what Neville and Remus had told him. When he finished, Ron was staring at him with his mouth wide open.

"You should close that before you catch flies."

Ron closed his mouth and shook his head. "I can't believe they bloody found it! That's just… blimey! And he used the sword?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah. Uncle Rem said it fought back, but Nev was firm."

Ron nodded and Harry stared down at his hands, pretending to pick at the hole in the knee of his jeans. He could feel his friends eyes on him and he pointedly didn't look up from the gaze.

"Have you said the words aloud yet?"

"What words?" Harry demanded.

"You know what words," Ron said carefully. When Harry didn't look up or answer, Ron sighed. "You're pissed off that Neville and Luna found the diadem before you."

"No, of course not!" Harry exclaimed. "It's gone! I'm bloody thrilled that another one bit the dust!"

Ron nodded. "Absolutely you are, but you wanted to be the one to find it."

Harry opened his mouth to protest this before he promptly shut it again. Hearing Ron say the words that had been echoing in his mind all day made him feel guilty. "Maybe I did. But I'm not pissed off that Neville found it."

"I get it, Harry," Ron said quietly. "It's hard to think that we've been looking for so long and Neville just stumbled across it in this Room of Hidden Things, but we knew that once we broke through the secret of the room, we'd find it."

"I know," Harry admitted. "And I'm glad it's gone. Considering what Voldemort's followers did to his parents, if anyone deserves to be rid of a piece of him, it's Nev. I'm glad he destroyed it."

"He does deserve the win," Ron admitted. "I conned him into coming to Anthony's birthday with me as I didn't much want to go alone, but I thought it would be fun. After Chardonnay, well, it was different than I expected."

"He says that it was fun though," Harry said.

Ron grinned. "He had a better time than he let on then. You should have seen him blushing when he came back from his garden walk with Hannah Abbott."

"What?" Harry exclaimed. "I thought that she was still with that berk - Entwhistle?"

"She is," Ron said, his eyes twinkling. "Neville didn't say much, but I woke up to find Finch-Fletchley lecturing Entwhistle, who was drunk off his gourd, about treating his girlfriend better. Apparently he tried to get her to do more than she wanted and when she protested, Neville stepped in."

"Wait, he stepped in to help Hannah?"

Ron nodded. "I guess, yeah. Finch-Fletchley was going on about Entwhistle punching him."

"Wait — Neville got punched?" Harry repeated, his eyes widening. "He never said anything about it!"

"Maybe that's because I was embarrassed," Neville said from the doorway, his cheeks flushing. "It was stupid."

"Sounds like you were being noble," Harry said. "What happened?"

Neville shrugged, moving to stretch out in one of the armchairs. "He was being a git and trying to pressure her to, you know, do stuff, and she didn't want to. You could tell he was drunk. The bloke could barely stand, but he was strong enough to hold her in place and she was begging him to stop and it just… it pissed me off, okay?"

"Sounds like he deserved to be punched," Ron muttered.

Neville nodded, looking pleased with this. "I told him to stop and well, he struck out. He didn't break my nose, but he definitely hit me hard enough to bleed and Justin showed up and took him off and Hannah tried to help me. She was sweet."

"And you went for a walk in the garden together?" Harry asked.

Neville nodded again. "It's where I was going before… Mrs Goldstein is known to have one of the most beautiful gardens in all of England and I couldn't sleep so I figured I'd check it out. Hannah kind of… she came with me."

"And?" Harry prompted.

Neville blushed. "And she has a boyfriend so, nothing."

Ron smiled sympathetically at him. "She'll learn Entwhistle's a berk eventually, Nev, and you'll have to slip in there and make your move."

"I don't have any moves."

Harry snorted. "Saving the girl sounds like a move to me."

"Yeah, yours," Ron said, making Harry throw a pillow at him.

"Luna kissed me though," Neville said quietly, making Harry and Ron both turn to stare at him in surprise.

"What?" Ron exclaimed. "Like, our Luna? When? Why? How?"

Neville shrugged. "It was right after we found the diadem. It… when I touched it, Ron, it made me see things… memories I didn't know I possessed of the night my parents… Luna was trying to break me out of the trance and afterwards, she just planted one right on my lips. She said that we both needed it."

"And?"

"And she was right," Neville admitted. "We both did need it. But Luna and I… we're just friends. She's great and I wish that I could see her as something other than my friend, but she's not for me that way. She feels the same."

Harry nodded. "Luna's pretty great, but I can see that. But you and Hannah…"

Neville shook his head. "No. She's with Kevin and besides, she's way out of my league."

"Hermione's out of mine," Ron said slowly. "But I still snogged her brains out."

Harry and Neville both turned to Ron, their eyes wide open in shock.

"What? When? Why are you only bringing this up now?" Harry demanded.

"Doesn't matter," Ron said, his ears burning. "Nothings going to come of it. She's too good for me."

Harry stared at him. "Hermione is… stubborn, but she's not too good for you, Ron."

Neville nodded. "I always thought you two were perfect for each other. I mean, your arguments are basically legendary at this point."

Ron snorted. "Arguing is all we do - that's the problem. I told her that we have to talk about the fact that we kissed and she claims that they were flukes and won't happen again."

"Ron, when did this happen?" Harry asked, completely dumbfounded by this turn of events. He had known his friend had fancied Hermione for a long time now, but he hadn't even guessed that something had happened between them.

"A few times over the last year," Ron admitted. "The second time was how we found the Room of Requirement. She wants to just stay friends though and I have to come to grips with that. I thought maybe when she came home from Spain we'd talk, but… she just wants to be friends."

"Wow," Neville said, his eyes widening. "I don't even know what to say."

"I think it's bollocks," Harry said. "You have to talk to her. You two belong with each other."

"No, that's you and my sister," Ron said. "And no, I don't want to know any details about what you two have gotten up to."

Harry smirked. "That's too bad."

Neville laughed. "You said that you and Ginny had a great time?"

"We did. We even ran into Harley and well, Ginny was a bit jealous."

"Harley? As in your ex-girlfriend?"

"One in the same," Harry said. "She was flirting with me and Ginny put her in her place and she stormed out. We didn't see her again after that."

Ron laughed. "Ginny's always been one to stake her claim."

"She can claim me anytime," Harry said, wincing when a pillow smacked him in the face hard enough to knock his glasses off. "Ow!"

Neville laughed. "It sounds like you've had a great summer, Harry."

"I have," Harry said. "It was exactly what Zee and I both needed, and coming home… it felt right, even without…"

Neville nodded. "We miss him, too."

They were quiet for a moment before Ron stood up. "All right, enough moping about. Let's talk about how sixth year is going to be the best one yet."

"Why?" Neville asked.

"Because I said so," Ron declared. "I got my OWLs back and I'll be taking classes to be an Auror."

Harry grinned widely. "Really?"

He and Ron had talked about being Aurors together a few times last year, but he had never actually thought his best mate was serious about it. The thought of becoming an Auror and having someone like Ron behind him was a comfort he hadn't thought he needed.

"Definitely. I think it will be brilliant, even if the chance of us both getting in is slim to none. The thought is there."

"You got OWLs in every subject then?" Neville asked him.

Ron snorted. "Big no. But Mum and Dad were pleased for the most part. Divination was a big D, no surprise there. I scraped an Exceeds Expectations in Transfiguration, Herbology, and Charms. But I did get an Outstanding in both Defence Against the Dark Arts and Potions. No idea how I scored that in Potions, but I guess the exam wasn't as tough when Snape wasn't breathing down my back."

"Tell me about it, I even enjoyed writing the Potions exam," Harry said with a laugh.

Ron nodded. "Anyway, I'm dropping everything outside of the core subjects needed for the Aurors, but I am taking Wandless Magic because it sounds cool, which means I will only have six classes!"

"Nice," Harry said. "I'm doing eight. Uncle Rem told me I should keep History of Magic and International Magical Relations, which I agreed to, and I also want to take Wandless Magic. It is nice to not have as many classes as last year, it will be a bit of a breather, yeah?"

"I think it means the workload will probably be way worse," Neville said.

Ron groaned. "Nev, don't say that!"

Neville shrugged. "It's probably true."

"What classes are you taking, Neville?" Harry asked.

"Well, I didn't do as well as Gran had hoped. I scraped an Exceeds Expectations in Transfiguration, Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures."

"Wow, good job, Neville!" Harry said. He knew that his friend didn't often test well.

"Remus really helped me with Defence and Charms, not to mention the Defence Club. I think it helped me take a lot in. Transfiguration… ever since we learned how to become an Animagus, I've just found it easier to grasp. I got an Outstanding in Herbology."

"No surprise there," Ron said.

Neville blushed. "I want to write my PLANTs next year and I'd like to get my NEWT in Herbology, but it's not necessary to write the PLANTs exam. As I said, Professor Sprout is letting me work on my own projects under her supervision like an apprenticeship. Most of my focus will be on that."

"Yeah, but you're taking other classes, right?" Harry asked.

"Yes. Herbology obviously, plus my apprenticeship means I will be staying the greenhouses most of the time and I decided to keep Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts along with International Magical Relations. I think it will be helpful for me later on, especially with the Wizengamot stuff," he explained.

Ron nodded. "Brilliant. Blimey, this year is going to be different. Most of us won't even have the same classes together anymore."

"I bet Hermione is taking a crazy amount of classes again," Harry said.

Neville snorted. "I would hope that she had learned her lesson after third year."

"Doesn't mean she won't want to learn everything she can," Harry retorted.

Ron stretched his arms up over his head. "No one should love homework as much as Hermione does. Now, back to my original statement: Let's talk about how sixth year is going to be the best one yet!"

"Is it because you're finally going to tell Hermione that you're in love with her?" Harry asked.

"What — no!"

Neville snorted. "I think it sounds like it's going to be a rather long year, Harry."

Harry grinned. "I think you're right."

When Ron only made a rude hand gesture, he laughed. He was glad to be home and he thought that Ron had a point, this year was going to be a better year.

It had to be.

~ ASC ~

The day after returning from Georgia, Ginny slept most of the day away. On top of the jet lag, she was exhausted and needed the sleep. After eating lunch, she received word from Colin that he would be waiting for her at his home. Since Charlie was still around, he offered to take her to the Creevey home.

Mrs Creevey opened the door with a bright smile and an appreciative look at Charlie. "Ginny, how lovely to see you again. And who is this strapping man you bring with you?"

"My brother Charlie," Ginny said.

"Hello, Charlie," Mrs Creevey said, her eyes glinting in delight. "I'm Cora."

Charlie kissed her hand. "It's lovely to meet you, Cora. Ginny, I'll pick you up at eight, okay?"

"Sure."

He winked at Mrs Creevey before he took off down the walk and Ginny rolled her eyes as the woman not so discreetly checked out her brother's arse. Mrs Creevey seemed to catch herself because she closed the door and smiled brightly at her.

"Welcome, Ginny! Colin's in the garden."

Ginny nodded and hurried out the back to find him. He was sitting on the patio with his books open around him and she kissed his cheek. "Hi!"

"Ginny!" he exclaimed, brightly, jumping to his feet to hug her tightly. "Merlin, I missed you!"

"I missed you, too," she said, realizing how true it was. She hugged him tighter before she let go. "How's your summer been?"

"Good," he said with a smile, gesturing for her to take a seat. "I'm trying to finish up this last essay for McGonagall and then I'm set. How was Georgia?"

"Brilliant," Ginny told him. "Harry's family is wonderful and I had a marvellous time. I saw your postcards when I came home. You went to Norway?"

Colin nodded. "We did! We got back about two weeks ago. I have some incredible photos to show you."

"I loved the postcards! I read everything yesterday when I got home," Ginny said. "And I talked to Charlie about you wanting me to write for the Herald."

Colin beamed at her. "I think it would be brilliant if you joined, Ginny. I mean, you did write a few things last year anonymously and they were wonderful!"

"I think I want to," she admitted. "I just don't know what I'd want to write about."

"Well, I figured that you could first start with something you know. Quidditch is the first thing that comes to mind, but it would be great if you could write from your heart." At Ginny's frown, he smiled. "You're such a protector, Ginny. You're always here for your friends when they need you and your family and I think that you're great at giving advice."

Ginny's brow furrowed. "So, you think that I should write an advice column?"

"Possibly," Colin suggested. "You could be that person who someone can write to anonymously who can help them with their troubles whether it be relationship or school or even something worse. I think after everything you've gone through and with what you've learned from Na'eemah, you'd be great at it."

The more Colin spoke, the more she tended to agree. It sounded rather perfect for her.

"I think I'd like that," she said, smiling at him. "But I don't want to use my name."

Colin nodded. "I agree. I think it will make people more willing to write to the paper as well, if they don't know who they're talking to directly. It will be some secret pen name that they don't know personally or know of, which will make it easier to discuss the deeper topics."

Ginny grinned widely. "I'm really going to do this?"

"Absolutely!" Colin exclaimed.

"I've missed you. You always help me get on the right path with that sunny disposition of yours."

Colin shrugged. "What can I say?"

"Tell me more about your summer. Other than Norway being beautiful, what else did you do?"

Colin bit his lip. "I had a fling."

Ginny's eyes widened. "You had a… in Norway? Tell me everything!"

He grinned. "We met in this art gallery. Her name was Eline. She likes to draw and we got into a discussion on art versus photography. She feels that true art reflects the artist and that can be shown within photography as well; bias of the artist and whatnot, and I agreed with her. We talked so much that we shut the place down. We had coffee at a little café and talked some more. By the time I made it back to the hotel, I couldn't stop grinning. Mum was upset that I was late, but Dad told her to let it go."

"Did you see her again?"

He nodded. "Almost every day. She showed me around and even spent time with my parents and Dennis. It was fun and she was so easy to talk to. Then well, the snogging was rather… delicious."

"Colin Christopher Creevey, you snogged her!"

"A lot," he admitted, grinning widely. "We agreed to write."

"Is she a witch?"

Colin shook his head. "No, a Muggle, but I can have an owl drop off a stamped letter at the post office and they will deliver it to her properly. I miss her terribly already. Look, I have a picture."

Ginny found herself looking down at a pretty girl with a wide smile and short dark hair. "She's very pretty."

"Yeah, yeah she is," Colin said with a grin. "And snogging her was great. I mean, snogging Theo was pretty incredible as bloody hell that bloke can kiss, but Eline was… just so sweet. I liked that we were just getting to know each other, you know?"

"I know," Ginny said. "I'm happy for you."

Colin nodded. "I have tons of photos to show you."

"I expected nothing else," Ginny admitted. "Have at it."

When Colin only grinned at her, she hugged him again.

"I really have missed you."

"Me too, Ginny," Colin said, kissing her cheek. "But with you on the Herald with me, you'll be sick of me in no time!"

Ginny laughed. "I doubt that. You'll have to help me come up with a pen name to write under? Something brilliant and suave."

"Red?"

"And not blatantly obvious," Ginny said.

Colin nodded, tapping his photos. "I'll put some thought into it."

Ginny thanked him before turning her attention to his photos, eager to hear everything about her friend's trip and more about the lovely Eline.

~ ASC ~

Harry settled back into life at home as if he had never left. He kept up on his daily chores when he could, though Kreacher often stopped by to do the heavy cleaning. He kept up his regular exercise routine, determined to be in top shape for Quidditch this year. He jogged and did push-ups and sit-ups. He flew on his broom, practiced dives and broom surfing and did pull-ups from his floating broomstick. It felt great to stay active and made him more anxious for his race with Ginny.

Zee would head into work every morning, telling him to leave her a note and to tell Remus whenever he went out. He was limited as to where he could and could not go, but considering those options included all of the places the Floo was connected to (Neville's, Lupin Cottage, Andy and Ted's, and the Burrow) he couldn't really complain. But today he wanted to head to Clevedon Court.

It was Ginny's birthday tomorrow and he was looking forward to seeing her. It had been five days since they'd returned from Georgia and he hadn't seen her since. Her birthday celebration would be at the Burrow tomorrow evening and he wanted to set up a date at his home to race her.

Today was Saturday and since Zee was off, he wanted her to come with him. Dobby immediately arrived when he called for him and the elf Apparated the two of them to the gates of Potter House. Zee's eyes widened as they walked up the drive.

"Oh, Harry, it's beautiful! Look at this… the stonework and the moss growing up the sides, I love it! It reminds me of Black Cottage on a much larger scale."

Harry nodded. "I thought so too. It felt homey the first time I stepped inside."

Zee slipped her arm through his as he led her up the steps and through the front door into the entrance hall. Harry could already see a great deal of improvement. The house was much cleaner and Dobby had taken it upon himself to organize and redecorate the place. Harry had opted for some of the stuffier portraits to be removed, only keeping ones of family up. The grand staircase on the side had portraits of his grandparents and pictures of his father growing up. He thought that they were perfect and didn't want to remove them.

He led Zee into the living room, showing her the library, the dining room, the tower rooms, and the many bedrooms talking through his ideas on making them look less neglected.

"It's amazing, Harry," Zee told honestly. "This place is wonderful and it just needs a few fresh coats of paint and a little TLC. I wouldn't change much."

"I like the blue in the living room," Harry said. "But it does need to be redone."

"Spruced," Zee said with a smile. "All stuff we can easily do. And the bedrooms, you'll want to choose the master bedroom and make sure it's up to date with what you'd like."

"It's not like I'm moving in any time soon," Harry said. "That can wait, can't it?"

"You should spend the time to make it look like how you want it to be, Harry," Zee said. "That way, when you do decide to move in, it will be all ready."

"I need to spend time with my new siblings first so I can tell them all about how amazing their dad was. I want to be there for them, Zee. I don't want them to… I don't want to abandon them."

Zee reached up to cup Harry's cheek. "Oh, sweetie, you never would!" She took his hands and placed them over her baby bump. "These two babies are going to love you so much! They're going to look up to you and admire you."

"I hope so," he said quietly.

Zee tugged his face down to kiss his cheek noisily. "I know so. Now come on, let's go look at this kitchen of yours that needs a remodel. You said that it was the biggest renovation in the house."

"Well, since I love to cook I want it to be great," Harry explained. "And it has so much potential! Wait, until you see it. Then we have to check out the grounds. I think I know the perfect place to construct stables."

"Lead the way."

Two hours later, Zee had helped him put all of his ideas down on paper. They sat with Dobby, Darby, and Rosa to talk about how to change things and how to redecorate and the house elves seemed rather excited at the prospect of change. And four hours after that, Harry and Zee had returned with cans of paint, new flooring and tile ideas, and orders for new cabinets for the kitchen remodel. The house elves were very excited to get started.

Harry asked Dobby if he needed to hire a contractor to help with the remodelling and Dobby scoffed at him. Apparently, house elves were excellent at all household chores and renovations and they were most excited at the prospect of such a big project to keep them busy.

By the time they made it out onto the grounds, evening was setting in. Zee marvelled at the gardens and the large area that had been turned into a Quidditch pitch. She agreed that the outdoor guest house was perfect to be turned into stables and suggested he could keep the second level as a guest flat if he wanted.

"I just don't know why I need a guest house," Harry told her. "The house has enough rooms for people to stay in."

Zee smiled. "It's nice to have if you're having guests for a long period of time. Take my parents for example. I love having them come, but having them stay in my cottage instead of in our home, makes a big difference."

He chuckled. "I suppose. But this would be great for stables, yeah?"

"Definitely," Zee told him. "And you could open it from the back and make this paddock for the horses to graze in. It would run along the area where you play Quidditch. It's truly beautiful, Harry. This is an amazing home. I can see why Sirius would have loved it here."

Harry nodded, looking out into the garden. "Me too. I wish I'd known Nan and Pop the way he did. He said that they were the best parents. I know that they were much older when they had my dad, and Uncle Sirius said that they kind of adopted him and Uncle Remus and even Peter into their family. From the stories, they sound a little bit like Mr and Mrs Weasley, always taking in strays."

Zee chuckled. "Giving love to those who need it most is an admirable thing. I wish I'd met them too."

They headed back into the house and Harry found himself staring up at the portrait of his grandparents; the chestnut hair of his grandmother and her soft smile and the familiar messy head of dark black hair that he had inherited along with the glasses of his grandfather.

Zee slipped her arm through his again. "The infamous Monty and Fee. They were special, weren't they?"

Harry nodded. "I think so. Uncle Siri said that they died of Dragon Pox when Mum was pregnant with me. They were so excited to be grandparents, and then…"

Zee kissed his cheek. "They loved you."

He stared at them a moment longer before his eyes met hers. "Don't you think it's strange that they're regular portraits, though? I mean… I thought old families always made portraits like they have at Hogwarts."

"Some do," Zee told him. "Granddad has one in his office of his great-grandfather. But not all of them did."

"Uncle Sirius' grandfather's portrait doesn't talk either, but Uncle Siri said that's only because it was never finished."

"I think Sirius sometimes wished it had," Zee admitted. "But yes, it doesn't talk either."

"Mas — er, Harry Potter, Sir?"

Harry turned to look at Dobby who was beaming brightly at him. "Yes, Dobby?"

"There is portraits, Sir. Rosa showed them to me the first night I came here."

Harry's eyes widened. "What?"

"Just follow Dobby, Harry Potter."

Harry exchanged a wide-eyed look with Zee before they followed Dobby down the hall, through the dining room and through the kitchen and down the tiny servant's stairs. They walked through the beautiful wine cellar and out down a long thin hallway that led to another set of stairs. The room was dark before Dobby turned on the lights and Harry found the room was full of boxes, old furniture, and art.

"It's full of storage, Harry Potter, Sir," Dobby explained. "Rosa said that after Harry Potter's grandparents died, Harry Potter's parents packed things up and put them down here. This included the portraits of Master Fleamont and Mistress Euphemia, Sir."

Harry's breath caught before he spoke. "Where?"

Dobby led him through the room to the back where one small frame hung on the wall. It was the size of an oval looking glass and a dusty sheet had been covering it until Dobby pulled it down. Harry found himself staring into the frame. The man and woman there both blinked owlishly at the sudden light and Harry swallowed.

They looked exactly they had in his dream when he'd seen them in the afterlife.

Euphemia had bright chestnut hair streaked in silver. It was pulled out of her face in a lovely bun, a few tendrils hanging loose. Her eyes were a deep blue and she was smiling kindly. Fleamont's hair was the same mess on top of his head that Harry's always was, though cut a bit shorter and sharper along the edges. White peppered through it and at his temples, and he wore glasses in front of his hazel eyes.

"James?" Fleamont asked, blinking at him.

Harry shook his head. "No, Sir, it's… I'm Harry, your grandson."

Fleamont's eyes widened and he turned to grin at Euphemia. "Our grandson, Fee! Look at him, all grown up!"

"I'm sixteen," Harry told them, smiling.

Euphemia smiled brightly. "And you came to visit us, how lovely, dear! I understand we passed away many years ago then. Jamie told us that he couldn't see our portraits for a while. He was understandably quite upset."

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

Fleamont was staring at him. "Where are James and Lily?"

Zee stepped forward, smiling kindly. "I'm afraid they were killed when Harry was only fifteen months old. Lord Voldemort found them."

"No!" Euphemia gasped, turning into her husband's shoulder. "They were so in love! They had their whole lives ahead of them!"

Harry nodded. "Uncle Siri and Uncle Rem raised me and this is Zee, she's my… she's my mum."

Euphemia's blue eyes widened. "It's lovely to meet you, dear. And which one of my handsome sons fell for you?"

Zee smiled warmly at the portrait. "Sirius. Remus is married to Nymphadora Tonks."

"Andy and Ted's little girl?" Fleamont asked in surprise. "I'm glad he realized he deserves to be happy. I always worried about him the most. Where is Sirius these days?"

"He's dead," Harry said quietly. "He was killed… two months ago by Bellatrix Lestrange."

"Oh, my poor baby," Euphemia exclaimed. "How are you, darling?"

"I'm okay," he admitted. "It's been… hard."

Fleamont nodded. "Undoubtedly."

Euphemia held Fleamont's hand tightly as she smiled at Harry. "Tell us about yourself, Harry. We want to know everything."

Zee kissed his cheek. "I'll go talk to Dobby more about the renovations and have a cup of tea." At Harry's look, she smiled. "Non-caffeinated tea. It was lovely to meet both of you," she said to the portrait.

Harry turned back to his grandparents as she left, taking a seat in one of the old high back dining room chairs. "Uncle Siri always said that you were the best parents in the whole world."

"Well, that's an understatement," Fleamont said with a grin. "But considering who his parents were, I imagine we were pretty great in comparison. We always wanted a big family, but it just wasn't in the cards for us. By the time my Fee became pregnant with Jamie, we had given up hope of ever having children."

"And then James married Lily in the most beautiful ceremony and they were so in love. Monty and I thought this was our chance to have that family we always wanted. When Lily found out that she was pregnant, they were scared. They were both so young and they hadn't been married very long, but they were excited. They loved you so much and Lily wanted everything to be perfect for you. I'm sorry that we never got the chance to meet you."

Harry nodded. "I'm sorry, too."

"But Sirius and Remus raised you? I'm damn proud of those boys for stepping up," Fleamont exclaimed, his eyes bright. "What about Peter? Did he stick around, too?"

Harry shook his head, swallowing the anger he could feel rising up at the mention of Pettigrew. "No. Peter he… he sold my parents out to Voldemort and then faked his own death, blamed it on Uncle Sirius, and got him sent to Azkaban."

As Harry started to talk, Fee and Monty only stared at him with their mouths open wide as he told them what happened to his parents and how Sirius had spent time in prison, how Remus had been unable to gain custody of him, and how when he'd finally come to live with Sirius and Remus, his life had improved.

"I always loved Minerva," Fee declared. "That woman was smart as a whip! She always has had a great head on her shoulders. She's bright and insightful and has a heart of gold. She always looked out for Sirius and I admired her for that."

"And Sirius married that Zee?" Monty asked.

Harry shook his head. "He was going to."

He told them how long they'd been together and how Sirius had finally proposed only to be killed at the Ministry. When he told them about the babies, Fee's eyes filled with tears.

"Twins! Oh, that's so lovely! You'll let us see them, when they're born?"

Harry nodded. "I will."

He told them how he was looking to fix the place up so that he could move in in a few years and Monty told him their portrait had hung in the drawing room off the library before James had removed it. Harry promised to return it there.

"And you'll bring Remus to see us? We'd love to see his handsome face again," Fee said, smiling. "We want to thank him for raising our grandson to be such a handsome and bright young man."

Harry smiled. "I'll bring him by one day. And you'll tell me more about my dad?"

"Anything you'd like to know, Harry," Monty promised. "As long as you call us Nan and Pop."

Harry grinned. "I can do that, Pop. Can I — can I ask about your names? It's just… they're rather unusual?"

Monty chuckled. "And then some, I suppose. James hated that we gave him Fleamont as his middle name. But it was my mother's maiden name and she was the last one in her family. She didn't want the family name to disappear so she convinced my father to name me Fleamont."

"Everyone teased him in school," Fee said.

"I became quite a good duelist and people soon stopped teasing me," he told him. "By my second year, everyone called me Monty. As to Fee… well, stubborn as an offended hippogriff that one."

Fee gave her husband a pointed look. "My mother loved the name Euphemia. She thought it was regal sounding. But she wanted everyone to call me Effie, which I despised. My father called me Mia, which I did rather like and most of my friends picked up on that nickname."

"Then why did everyone call you Fee?" Harry asked.

Monty chuckled. "I used to call her Effie just to annoy her and it turned into Fee. It was my name for her and when we married, it stuck in more ways than one. She introduced herself that way to everyone. She told me she wanted to be Fee Potter."

Fee smiled at him, leaning in to kiss her husband's cheek. "It just fit me, I was Monty's Fee and he was my Monty."

Monty kissed her before they turned back to Harry. "And I fell in love with her more every day."

"Oh, Monty," Fee said, resting her head on his shoulder as he put his arm around her.

"Tell us more about you, Harry. Do you have a special girl in your life?" Monty asked.

"I do," Harry said. Seeing his grandparents still so clearly in love made him feel rather warm inside. "Her name is Ginny and she's incredible. I love her."

Fee smiled. "Monty, that's the same look our Jamie had on his face when Lily told him she loved him."

Monty nodded. "Same goofy expression and dazed look — that means it's real love."

Harry chuckled. "How do you know?"

"Potter men have a history, Harry," Monty told him. "We're one-love men. Every Potter for generations can go on hundreds of dates over time, but in the end, there's one person that catches our eye and from the very moment that a Potter recognizes her - he's gone. For me, when I saw Fee across the room at that Ministry Gala all those years ago, I knew she was it for me. As soon as our eyes locked, I knew I needed to talk to her. Jamie was the same. He spoke of nothing but Lily in his letters home and when he realized he fancied her, he talked of her even more, telling us how one day they would be married."

"But that doesn't mean that all Potter men are like that," Harry said carefully.

Monty scoffed. "My father was the same, when he laid eyes on my mother, he never looked at another woman. My grandfather told me that when he met my grandmother, he knew at that moment that they were destined to be together. You don't mess with tradition and fate, well - it finds us."

"And you love your Ginny, don't you, Harry? Can you see yourself being with another woman one day?" Fee asked him, her eyes kind.

Harry shook his head. He knew with absolute certainty that he never wanted to be with anyone other than Ginny. "No, she's it for me."

Monty nodded, looking pleased. "The Potters always know."

Harry couldn't help but grin back at his grandparents. "What about the house? Is there anything about Clevedon Court I should know?"

Euphemia smiled. "A few things I suppose. It's an old home and has it's quirks. There's floorboards that squeak upstairs no matter how many times you fix or charm them."

"The library in the tower has a secret passageway behind the bookshelf on the left that can be opened by pushing in the three red books on the fifth shelf," Monty said. "It leads to a tunnel that allows you to travel from one end of the house to the other faster than by going down from the tower and around. James used to run around in there and play tag. He made a clubhouse of sorts in there one year."

"The wine cellar is enchanted," Fee told him. "It's connected to our wineries and distilleries and every time you remove a bottle from the shelf, it is replenished with a new one."

"Oh, and in my potions room, there's a bookshelf full of old journals from Potters over the centuries. They can be an interesting read and I recommend you check them out. You'll learn new things about potions, about our history, and not to mention a few fun stories over the years," Monty said.

"That sounds fantastic," Harry admitted. "I'd love to know more about the Potters."

Monty nodded, his hazel eyes meeting Harry's. "Are you a Potioneer, Harry?"

Harry shook his head. "Not really. I worked hard to get an Outstanding on my Potions OWL as I think that I want to study to be an Auror so, I know I need to get better."

"James was never much for Potions either. I taught him everything I knew and he was brilliant at it, but he never put much store in it. He preferred to play Quidditch."

"Monty's still bitter that he didn't want to follow in the family business," Fee told him. "An Auror, dear, that would be a very distinguished career."

"I'm thinking about it," Harry admitted. "Uncle Rem and I worked out my timetable for sixth year to base my classes around it."

"Good man," Monty said. "Potters can do anything they want. I always told James that. I never expected him to be anything other than who he was meant to be. I just wanted him to live his life to its fullest and I think he did."

"I wish I remembered him," Harry said quietly. "Him and Mum… Uncle Sirius and Uncle Remus told me so many stories that I feel like I know them, but… I wish I remembered them."

Fee smiled kindly at him. "Fate is a mysterious thing, Harry. The choices we make, the lives we lead… it all connects. Live every moment to its fullest."

He nodded, looking down at the watch on his wrist and smiling at his grandparents. "Uncle Moony gave me this to me for my birthday. He said that you gave it to my dad for his seventeenth, but he thought I deserved it a year early."

"We did," Monty said. "I'm glad that you have it now."

Harry stared at the watch fondly before he spoke. "What did my dad do, if he wasn't a Potioneer like you?"

Monty smiled. "James? Well, he joined the Order of the Phoenix right out of Hogwarts and started working missions. Moody was training him and Sirius to be Hit Wizards or Aurors, but that wasn't what Jamie wanted. Ideally, he wanted to do something with Transfiguration. He expressed an interest in working in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. He liked the idea of what it contained. Jamie was always a mischief maker and he liked to have fun. He was extremely bright and talented and excelled at Transfiguration. Dumbledore and McGonagall both complimented him on more than one occasion on his skill level for the subject."

"And my mum?"

"Ah, Lily was the daughter of my heart," Monty said as Fee nodded next to him. "She loved Potions. She did want to be a Potioneer. She wrote her Potions License exam. She wanted to create her own Potions and I was going to give her a job at one of the Potter apothecaries, but with the war, she decided to put her skills to use for the Order. She had such potential, but the war effort was more important and then, when she became pregnant with you, she stopped any experiments she was doing."

"They were charming together, Harry, and so in love. I wish you could have known them," Fee said sadly.

"Me too," Harry replied. He glanced down at his watch again. "Blimey, it's after ten. I should find Zee and head home."

"It is getting late," Monty agreed. "And Fee and I haven't been awake this long in ages and the two of us need to get some sleep. You'll come back and visit soon?"

"I will," he promised.

"And you'll bring Remus and his lovely wife and your Ginny?"

"Yes," he told them.

"And bring Zee back," Fee insisted. "Any woman who tamed our Sirius deserves my full attention."

Harry grinned at that. "I will. Goodnight, Nan; goodnight, Pop."

"Goodnight, Harry."

Harry stood up from his seat and made his way out of the room and back up into the kitchen. He found Dobby, Darby, and Rosa going over renovation plans. He asked them to put the portrait of his grandparents back where it originally hung and they agreed, smiling at him. He wandered out of the kitchen and smiled when he found Zee sleeping on the settee in front of the fireplace.

Harry shook her arm gently to wake her up.

"Harry?" she asked, yawning. "What time is it?"

"Almost ten," he told her. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to talk so long."

"No," she said. "I think it's wonderful. Did they answer all of your questions?"

"And then some," he replied. "I'll come back and see them again. Let's go home."

By the time he climbed into his bed that night, he was still smiling. He'd spoken to his grandparents and it had been incredible. Tomorrow was Ginny's birthday and he had been invited over for dinner and an evening celebration that he was looking forward to. He couldn't wait to tell her about the portrait.

When he finally drifted off to sleep, he still had a smile on his face.

~ ASC ~

The day of her fifteenth birthday, Ginny couldn't wait for the day to begin. Her mum was throwing her a party that included not only her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins, but would also include Harry and her friends and she was greatly looking forward to it. She wanted to thank him properly for Arnold, who liked to sleep on a pillow near the window.

After showering for the day, she found that her mum didn't want her underfoot as she made her favourite dishes and birthday cake, so she decided to head to Black Cottage to find Harry. When she stepped out of the fireplace, the living room was empty; after calling out, she quickly realized that no one was there. Ginny stepped into the garden and made her way into the treehouse with the intention of finding Harry.

The last thing she had expected was to find him the way she did.

He was sprawled out in the hammock wearing blue jeans and nothing else. The hot breeze through the window did nothing to prevent the gleam of sweat on his tanned, naked torso. But that's not what stopped her. It was the fact that his legs were hanging over either side of the hammock, his jeans opened and pushed down his hips to his mid thigh, and his cock in his hands.

His eyes were closed as he stroked himself. Ginny swallowed at the sight of him. It was the most beautiful thing that she could have imagined. Her eyes were on his sack, amazed at how it pulled and shifted as he stroked his thick cock. Her gaze moved over every pulsing vein and she licked her lips as his fingers stroked that sensitive spot just under the head of his member. Harry's head had fallen back, his hips arching into his hand as he worked himself over. He was panting, the sweat on his chest glistening and then she watched in amazement as he reached up with his other hand and began to flick his nipple.

The effect seemed to make his cock shiver and her own skin prickled in delight as she watched his other hand begin to pump his length faster. Her eyes kept alternating between the fingers playing with his nipple and the hand that gripped his penis as the thick member slid in between his fist. Then his hand shifted, his cock bobbing back and forth as he reached down to rub his balls, massaging the sack between his fingers slowly and gently before he gripped his hard cock again and began to pull and tug on it faster. His other hand was now rubbing his nipples and then he let out a slow moan.

"Ginny…"

Her eyes snapped to his face, but his eyes were still closed, his hand pumping faster. She watched the way his hand fisted, sliding up and down his thick member; the way his bollocks pulled and strained, bouncing with every pump and then she watched as he reached his climax and came all over his chest… again and again and again… He stroked himself, rubbing slowly as he came, milking out the last remnants of his climax. When he finally finished, he let out a slow sigh and his hand rested on his chest.

Then his eyes met hers.

The expression in them was almost comical as he attempted to sit up in the hammock, his sated cock flopping in his movement.

"Ginny, er… how long have you…" He wandlessly cleaned himself up as he hastily pulled up his jeans and underwear. He attempted to shove his spent member back into his boxers, his cheeks flushed from his pleasure as much as embarrassment. "Hi."

Ginny only smiled at him. Then she turned and closed the door to the treehouse.

"I'm sorry that you had to…" he trailed off as she walked towards him, her fingers dancing up his sweaty chest. "Er…"

Ginny looked up at him, her eyes dark in desire. "You were thinking about me."

Harry swallowed and nodded. "Yes."

Ginny let her fingers brush over his nipples. They were still taut she noted, as she felt every little pimple of gooseflesh. "What were you imagining?"

Harry stared at her. "You… I was… I was pleasing you."

"Pleasing me, how?" Ginny asked him, her voice low.

She danced her fingers along his chest, over his ribs, circling his belly button.

"With my mouth," he admitted, his voice coming out in a low whisper.

Ginny dropped her hands and with her eyes on him, pulled her shirt over her head. The soft plop it made when it hit the floor, had Harry's eyebrows rising. Then she reached back and unclasped her bra and it too hit the floor. She took his hands in hers and placed them over the top of her breasts. His fingers kneaded them automatically.

"I want you to touch me, Harry."

Harry only swallowed, allowing his hands to fondle and touch her as she undid her shorts and slipped them off until she was standing in nothing but a pair of light blue cotton knickers.

"Ginny," he breathed.

She smiled at him, sighing as his hands continued to knead her breasts. "Show me what you did to me in your fantasy, Harry. I want you to."

Harry's hands dropped from her breasts and he picked her up by the waist, turning and dropping her into the hammock that he had just been lying in. He slid his hands down her thighs, spreading her legs and dangling them over either side of the hammock before he fell down to his knees.

Ginny's breath hitched. She watched him lick his lips as he stared down at her knickers. His finger trailed over her, feeling how hot and wet she was, and he let out a soft purr of pleasure as if he had just realized that it was all for him. He had made her feel this way. He always made her feel this way, she thought. He bent his head, nuzzling his face against her thighs and his cheek along her knickers and she let out a soft moan at the contact. Her fingers slid into his silky hair and he smiled up at her.

She watched as he turned his head slightly, pressing an openmouthed kiss to the heat, before trailing his tongue along the material in an endless circular pattern that made her squirm above him. He kissed her slowly, his finger slipping along the edge of her knickers, dipping beneath and back again just to torment her.

"Harry, please…" she found herself begging.

"Please, what?" he asked, lifting his head to look up into her warm brown eyes.

"Take them off."

Harry's eyes darkened at her words, but he bent his head and licked her through the cotton and she gasped against him. Then his fingers were slowly inching them down, his lips following down her right leg until the scrap of cloth was tossed behind him. Then he slid his hands up her thighs, spreading her before him and swiped his thumbs along her folds. She gasped in surprise and he did it again, staring at his glistening thumbs in wonder before he sucked them into his mouth one more time.

Ginny's breath hitched and then with his eyes on hers, he put his glasses on the ground and lowered his mouth to her.

The moment his tongue swiped over the bud, she cried out. He lingered on the nub, rolling it beneath his tongue, sucking and flicking it before he'd let go. She whimpered above him and his nose pressed against her as he dipped his tongue into that wet heat.

He moaned. "You taste perfect," he murmured and his words made her tremble as his tongue began moving faster and faster.

She cried out, squirming beneath him. He licked every crevice he could touch, sucking and kissing as he did, sliding his tongue up and over that tiny bud as she trembled and quaked.

He slid a second finger inside of her, pumping achingly slow, and she whimpered. His tongue flattened against her clit, licking the bud in quick succession, suckling it between his lips as his fingers pumped into her, deeper and faster. He slipped his tongue in deeper, as if he was trying to taste every inch of her, circling her clit, over and around, under and above, as she gasped desperately above him, her hands clenching his hair.

—She woke alone in her bed, her fingers rubbing her clit. She arched into her hand and before she'd fully realized what she was doing, she was finishing herself off with quick rubs and flicks. She gasped as she came, looking down at her hand in her knickers in amazement.

That definitely hadn't been the dream she'd been expecting.

Thoughts of Harry had done that, she thought.

Ever since that night in her bed, when he'd told her he loved her, the way his tongue had danced over her breasts… she'd been wanting to experience that sensation again. But whenever she touched herself to thoughts of him, she never seemed to get quite there - until tonight.

She loved starting to explore him and herself and she wondered if what she imagined him doing was what he looked like when he touched himself. She rubbed her hand over her damp knickers and sighed sleepily.

What would Harry think if he knew what she'd just dreamed? The thought of him down there, using his mouth on her was a concept that alarmed and thrilled her in equal measure. He seemed to have liked touching her with his fingers, the way they'd stroked her and slid into her had been incredible but this was… did boys actually want to put their mouths down there? She wondered if it would feel as good as she imagined, if Harry would want to… lick her. She remembered the way he had put his fingers in his mouth, how he'd told her he liked the taste of her…

The memory made her squirm against her fingers and she slipped out of bed, turning on her bedroom light to look at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her old nightgown slipping off of her right shoulder. She shimmied out of her knickers, grabbing her mirror from the dresser and holding it up between her legs. She looked down at the wet red curls in wonder and reached down with her finger to spread herself. She ran the tip of her finger through her curls and then over her sensitive clit, watching herself in fascination before she put the mirror down and flushed in embarrassment.

What was she doing?

She moved back to her bed, leaving her knickers on the floor, and imagined Harry standing in the doorway. Her breath hitched as she imagined him watching her and her fingers found their way between her legs again.

And this time, she explored with relish with no sense of embarrassment and when she felt herself come, she let out a soft cry, her face buried in her pillow. She lay there a moment, breathing heavily before she forced herself to stand. A glance at the clock told her that her birthday had already come and gone. She was officially fifteen now and today everyone would be coming over to celebrate with her.

She couldn't wait to see Harry and to thank him for Arnold. Arnold, she thought, a wave of embarrassment coming over her for what she had just been doing. But when she looked over, she found that he was still sleeping on his pillow by the open window. Ginny stretched her arms over her head. She needed a shower before she could go back to sleep. Maybe this time, her dreams would be even more vivid.

She certainly hoped so.

End Author's Notes:

Yes, it was a dream. Yes, I'm mean, I know LOL.

This chapter is for James, not that he ever leaves me reviews anymore, but it's for him as he inspired me to write this dream sequence a few months back with a little help from blvnk's art.

Here is the werewolf character list as promised:

WOLVES:

Adrian Roberts (Alpha of Southwestern England)

Echo Simpson (Alpha of Northwestern England)

Ethan Simpson (son of Echo)

Maia Roberts (wife of Adrian)

Hawk Roberts (son of Adrian and Maia)

Emily Roberts (wife of Hawk Roberts)

Nikita Roberts (daughter of Hawk and Emily)

Odin Roberts (son of Adrian and Maia)

Rafe Roberts (son of Adrian and Maia)

Clara Roberts (deceased daughter of Adrian and Maia))

Conan (Alpha of second largest pack in Europe)

Volk (Alpha of largest pack in Europe)

Ivory (Volk's daughter)

Cami (Conan's daughter)

Daimon (Alpha of Southeastern in England)

Rune (Alpha of Northeastern in England)

Romeo (Rune's second in command)

Summer (Daimon's second in command)

Ulrik (left Conan's pack when he chose Summer as his mate

Jack Wolf (grandson of Daimon, starts second year at Hogwarts in September)

Maximus O'Ryan (nephew to Rune, starts second year at Hogwarts in September)

Sari Danson (from Echo's pack, starts second year at Hogwarts in September)

Thank you for reading and as always, please review!