Hey everyone,
So this chapter has another flashback and because of that, I will keep with just the characters that are already written. I will be creating new OC's out of the Great Hall student population really soon, but first I want to establish Roxas and his actual bond with Axel a bit more, so the new OC's will have to wait a little.
Have fun,

Venquine1990
PS. More HPxVK romance means more translations. Here they are.
моята любов is Bulgarian for the Italian compliment Mi Amore.


Chapter 36
Abilities And Family

Arthur's POV

I really hope Harry feels as at home at the Burrow as all my children do and, knowing that Remus barely has a home big enough for three and that Sirius would rather die than let his son step foot in a Black Home, I decide to invite the family over for the Summer Holiday until they've found a house for themselves.
Knowing that I can convince Minerva of this a lot easier than I ever could Albus and still hating the man for ruining my son in all but blood's life for all these years, I look at the child I – and I know many other adults – consider my own, smiling at him as he looks at me, but then Sora again groans, worrying me yet again.

Roxas' POV

Entering the world on the other side of the Portal, I come out somewhere I recognize as if it's my own room; Twilight Town, the town where Xemnas found me and gave me my name and temporary purpose. Instantly, knowing it's already way too late for anyone to still be there, I head for the Station and up to the tower.
There I sit down like I always do when waiting for Axel or Xion, but for the first time in little over a year, do I wish neither of them to show up. This makes me look down broken hearted as seeing Axel already be here or arrive here always made my day, no matter how hard the mission I was put on was.

I lie a hand on my chest and for some reason feel something, something I always felt when touching that place. A strange beating, like a pulse that goes on against my hand in some strange yet soothing rhythm I never did it in front of Axel, but now more than ever I believe this to be my heart; my broken heart.
Looking at the sunset like I always do, the color painful enough to almost make me cry yet again, I remember the question he asked me so long ago; the one question I never answered truthfully. 'Roxas, are you really sure that you don't have a heart?' His soft voice asks me as I then remember my false answer to him.
'I don't know. I can't just look inside. But I figure, if there is something in there, inside us, then we'd feel it, wouldn't we?' And he had happily handed me a Sea-salt ice-cream with the words. 'Ha, true enough.' Not even knowing I had lied to him or how that had been the first time I had wanted to lie my hand on my chest.

I had smiled and thanked him with a laugh, but inside I felt a part of me break for lying to him. That was one of the first times I became aware that, maybe unlike Axel and all others, I did have a heart. It was the day my wonders about everything, why I was different, why the Keyblade chose me, started.
And now, I've run away from the only home I ever had, from the only people that ever really knew me and had the answers – and from the only person who really made me feel, really made me believe I mattered for more than the Keyblade or the collecting of Hearts. Axel was important to me and I went and left him behind.

Tears are falling down my blue eyes as I sit there, almost blinded by the sun, but letting the pain enter me, if only to punish me for abandoning that amazing man. I wipe them away and whisper: "I'll find my answers – and come back to him. Then I'll let him know. Then I'll finally tell him –."
I gulp, closing my eyes and looking deep inside, again lying my hand on my chest to make sure I know just what it is that I'm feeling and to have that rhythm soothe me as I seek my answers. The red light of the fading sun shining through my closed eyelids reminds me of Axel and my heart responds.
I then softly whisper: "I love him." And looking back up, I can almost see his gentle, happy smile shining at me from the sun, the blazing color reminding me again of his beautiful feisty hair. I smile, this mental image giving me the belief that – at some point in time – everything will be fine and leave the Clocktower.

But when I walk out of the Train station building, do I notice a weird shadow falling the wrong way, making me stop in my tracks as it covers me. Instead of falling into the building and to the east, does this one set to the west, to where the sun sets. Ignoring this in my need for answers, I don't even look up.
Had I, had I not walked on and left the station, had I made that one simple motion of raising my head upwards, I would have seen Axel, standing there with a fire of hope dying in his eyes. Standing exactly where I was sitting earlier, looking at the same sunset that made me confess my love for him. But I don't look up.

I walk away.

Sora's POV

I shake my head, barely understanding why Roxas is showing me these images. Why he is telling me that he was once in love with Axel. Not understanding how that can be of importance now that Axel is dead, I try to let my other self know this, but Roxas seems to have moved himself back to the back of my mind.
I shake my head again to regain full control and shake away my confusion and uncertainty and Kairi asks: "Another vision, Sora?" I nod at her and say: "It was of Roxas again. He went to his usual spot, the place he always hangs out with Axel and someone named Xion. He – he cried and confessed to love Axel."
The girl looks confused and asks: "But why does that matter now? Axel died." I nod and say: "I know. But when I tried to tell Roxas he retreated back, as if denying it to himself." The girl sighs and I turn back to Riku, once again hoping he can give me an answer to this dilemma and why this could be happening, especially now.

But when I look up at him, my breath gets caught in my chest – like it has been doing since I saw him again in the Castle of the Organization. The sun, now full up in the sky and shining outside and shining through the Enchanted Ceiling, casts a beautiful light upon his silver hair, making it shine like the metal it is named after.
The long fringe he has makes it hard to see those amazing pale blue-green eyes and I feel myself wanting to see them again, just like I do every time they are covered in shadows, if only to delight myself with their beauty, drown in their intensity and feel mesmerized by the amazing colors shining within their depths.
I then realize I'm staring at him again and shake and lower my head, thanking Roxas yet again for stopping me from confessing how I've felt for so long when Riku and I reunited in the Castle. Then my head shoots up and I think: "Of course. That's why Roxas is showing me this. He wants me to realize I can't be with Riku, while merged with him."

I look at the witches and wizards around me and think: "I really have to talk to the people here. Maybe Madam Pomfrey and Kairi, using Naminé's powers can separate me from Roxas, so I can be with Riku. But – then what will happen to Roxas? How can I be happy with Riku, if he can't even be happy with Axel?"
I lower my head, feeling bad for my other half and think: "Maybe Roxas and I should have never merged. Then he could have been with Axel and –." But then a mental voice shouts: "NO!" I look up, not realizing that things seem to move much slower and the voice inside my head, that I now recognize as Roxas, says:

"I first merged with you when you woke from your pod. Had I not, you would not have woken and who knows what would have happened to all those worlds you travelled to. Xemnas would have won and gained his heart from thousands of others if we had never merged. You should never think my love more important than all those people's lives."
I smile at my other self, glad we really share that incredible love and care for those around us and close to us and then he says: "And sorry that I manipulated time a little. Naminé taught me that trick." Only then do I realize that everything suddenly moved with the speed it should and I shake my head at the tricks of little Roxas.

Arthur's POV

The headache, or whatever is hurting Sora, seems over and I look from his friends to him, to make sure they all believe him back and okay. All three give me a sign that things are back to normal and I smile at them before taking the book from Amelia. The kind woman smiles at me and I smile back, having always liked my colleague.
But then I notice how the close-cropped grey hair seems to shine with colors it shouldn't have and smirk, realizing that the wondrous woman is either dying her hair or using a spell to make her look more serious with the use of the hair-color. Wondering what else the woman is hiding, I feel my heart skipping a beat.
Realizing what is happening, I shake my head wildly and think: "No, Arthur! Pull it together! You can't fall in love now! You have to reconnect with your children! Your daughter will depend on you this book! Stay focused!" I take a deep breath, keep my eyes away from the ever-so-tempting Amelia Bones and read the chapter.

The Burrow
"Ron." breathed … twin brothers.

"A magically charmed car?" Andromeda asks shocked and Ted turns to me mischievously, causing me to blush in embarrassment. The man laughs and says: "You and your Muggle trinkets, Arthur. Honestly." I smile at the man, while some students look at me in awe for fixing that and with a returning blush, do I read on.

"All right, … outside school –"

"Did you really believe Harry would do that?" Hermione asks her friend and Ron answers: "Not really. I knew, after all, that he was planning to use fake magic and thought it was just a spell having gone wrong or something. That he was focusing on teasing his cousin and accidentally focused a little too much on it." The girl nods and I read on.

"You should … days, so -"

"You actually thought they would leave you there?" Draco Malfoy asks Harry incredulously before he comments: "Even I wouldn't have done that back then, and that was before I knew you were my cousin by blood." And a lot of those who have grown to care for the boy since the start of the reading nod in agreement with him.
Harry shrugs, smiling at his cousin in a way that proves he knows it sounded stupid how he behaved back then and says: "I was just so desperate for a way out I was finally willing to depend on adults for once. But because I couldn't rely on the Dursleys I barely believed three underage wizards could get me out in time."
The blonde nods in understanding and one of my twin boys mock-pouts as he says: "Harry, you wound us." And the other goes on: "Did you really believe so little on us?" To which Jordan snaps: "Did he have a reason not to?" And the two hang their heads, obviously ashamed of their actions the year previous as I read on.

"Stop gibbering," … with me."
That, unfortunately, didn't make Harry feel much better, but that was because this situation called for subtlety and the twins were known to be loud and wild as monkeys.
"Tie that … the car. Already Harry's stomach was plummeting and he could almost feel his wounds being torn open yet again.
"Don't worry," … the shadows, slightly in an attempt to hide if Uncle Vernon were to come in, next to … crunching noise that made Harry whiten and press his ear against the wall, the bars … air. Harry, having heard nothing that would indicate his uncle waking or coming out of bed, ran back … car. Harry again listened anxiously, … Dursleys' bedroom. Finally, part of him believed he could really have a chance of escaping this personal hell.
When the … the lock.

"Where'd you learn that?" Sirius asks the twins and instead of smiling in pride, do they both look down sad and one of them says: "It's one of the only memories we have left of our uncles." And the other goes on and says: "We might have only been 3 when they died, but we always remembered a few times they were around us."
The man nods and says: "They were the heroes of the Marauders, you know that? They were a few years older and the inspiration of the Marauders to pull a record amount of pranks." The twins smile at the man gratefully, while I smile at the subtle way the man kept his Marauder identity. I then thank Sirius with a nod and read on.

"A lot … said Fred with some kind of reference in his voice that Harry couldn't place, "but we … Vernon cough and more than ever did he want to hurry all of this up – there was a chance for him to escape and he'd be damned if he didn't take it.
At last … coughed again. Harry's stomach jumped in anxiety.
"A bit … the trunk, Harry making sure it wasn't the shoulder connected to his wand arm, and it … Hedwig!" Harry really wanted to knock his head against the banister of his window, but knew there was time to berate himself later. Instead he tore … Hedwig's cage with his wand arm – the pain being a first punishment for his stupidity, dashed to … crashed open.

"Please tell me you're already in the car." Mss. Crenson says worried, while a lot of those around them have moved to the edge of their seats and Harry mutters: "I don't know if you'd believe me, but he's a lot faster than you'd think, seeing his size." The woman sighs and says: "I'll take that as a no." Before I read on.

For a … they could, Harry ignoring the pain in his right arm in his need for freedom.
"Petunia!" roared … to ear.
He had never felt so relieved. His summer holiday was about to start.

Everyone smiles at this, some of the younger years even starting to snicker and laugh, but then Remus asks: "You do know it was plain stupid what you shouted at them, right?" To which Ron laughs as he says: "Remus, the whole bloody action was plain stupid." This makes Remus ask: "Then why do it in the first place?"
And Fred, George and Ron all turn furious as one of them answers: "Because that filthy woman." And the other twin goes on: "That we had to call mum." And Ron takes over: "Kept convincing dad." His twin brothers smile at him and then one of them says: "To wait longer." And the other goes on: "And longer." And Ron says: "And longer."
Before all three of them chorus: "So we took action." And while I am amazed at how dedicated and determined they sound, does Snape growl and say: "A woman like Molly would not postpone something like this – unless she was ordered to. That bastard knew." And while Tonks growls and writes this down, do I read on.

"Let Hedwig … for ages."

"How'd you know that, Weasley?" A Seventh year Slytherin asks and the boy answers cynically: "Oh, I don't know. It couldn't have been the fact that I hadn't received a single letter yet or the lock that was clearly placed on the cage now, could it?" I snigger at his tactical way of making the Slytherin blush and read on.

George handed … violet pudding. He didn't want to tell them about the punishment he had been given, because the bars and the cat-flap were enough of a hint that he was. There was … said Harry.
He personally didn't really see that as a possibility and he thought it very unlikely that it could be true, even if the twins believed it, seeing how suspicious he himself was of people and creatures he didn't know.
"Well," said … hates me."
He knew hate was a strong word for someone of age eleven, but he was sure that the prideful blonde was totally against him for picking the Weasleys over him; not that Malfoy had really made himself look as the better party to choose last school year.

To this said blonde nods and says: "Fair enough and very true." But then he looks at his Potions teacher and suddenly looks down, as if extremely embarrassed over something. Wondering what it could be, I turn to Severus, trying to see if he has a clue. But the man seems not to have noticed the look and I read on.

"Draco Malfoy." … inner circle."

Suddenly I see Remus hug Harry closer and upon closer inspection, I see the boy trembling. Realizing he must be remembering what could have happened had he not used the Time Reading spell, I smile at the poor lad and decide to quickly help him get over it. I scrape my throat and take the glass of water Percy hands me before reading on.

Harry had … family before, Ron had told them to him during their first train ride to Hogwarts, and they … sensitive boy. But then Harry felt his stomach aching again, as if trying to push out the little food it had inside it, and he quickly changed that thought as there was no chance that Malfoy would do that to a brother or cousin.

Again the blonde speaks up and says: "While I don't like being compared to that git, do I have to agree with you, cousin. Never would I have attacked you had I known you were so closely related to me." The two smile at each other and I wonder if Dumbledore kept this information behind on purpose. But then I read on.

"I don't … said Harry, trying to keep the conversation going if only to keep his mind off his pain.
"Well, whoever … our house. . ."

Harry then turns to his parents and asks: "We'll get ours back one day, right? Seeing they could – could have belonged to – to dad." The two smile at him and Sirius says: "Yes son, once you turn off age, we'll search the records whatever happened to everything that is rightfully yours and get it all back." Harry smiles and I read on.

Harry was … would do.

Now Draco shows a small smile and he asks: "Remember that we read about those plans you made over Christmas?" Harry nods and Draco goes on: "I did that too. And one of them did indeed include the use of House-elves, just not that way." A confession that makes some Snakes that I assume are his friends snicker softly.
Harry and most of the older Snakes look intrigued and Draco says: "I planned to let House-elves keep you busy until after curfew and then let them get you caught a whole week long. That would surely expel you." Harry laughs and says: "Good one, cousin." Draco smiles, glad his cousin isn't angry at him and I read on while snickering.

Had Harry … prefect badge...

"Yes, Bill, there is only so many times you can polish a badge." Charlie teases his brother, a teasing he used to do a lot in the end of the summer where Bill became Prefect and the elder Weasley brother says: "Oh, shut up! You were ten times worse when you were made Team Captain." "Were not!" Charlie snaps and Bill says:
"Yes, you were. You bought ten Galleons worth of polish just for one week of polishing." Almost everyone laughs, bar those who seem to recognize themselves in my brothers and start to blush themselves and Charlie turns scarlet, clashing quite badly with his long red hair. I snicker at my son's misfortune and then read on.

You're driving … Artifacts Office."

"It never really sprung to me as the most boring, more most important." Harry muses and I smile at him, before he shocks me as he says: "After all, making sure people no longer pester Muggles with their own items is a good way to step up to the plan of slowly merging Magical Merchandise into the Muggle world."
Everyone looks at him shocked and he says: "I'm not saying we should bring up billboards with signs saying MAGIC IS REAL! WE ARE HERE! With signs pointing to places like the Leaky Cauldron or something, but I did always think we could at least let Muggles get used to the idea of magic being more than just some fairy tales.
After all, I don't think we can really show ourselves before this generation is in their forties, maybe fifties, but if we slowly start advertising magical candy in Muggle stores like Sugar Quills and Cockroach Clusters, we should be able to make a good start. After that – well, I never really thought that far ahead."

My Ministerial colleagues and I all look at each other shocked and then I look at Harry and ask: "Harry, do you think it will be possible for us to show ourselves within the next two centuries?" Harry shrugs and says: "If you can further my plans, then I guess we can, yes. We just need to think a little more forward than just candy."
I smile at the boy and look at Remus, knowing the man to be an expert on how to survive and adapt. The man seems to realize what I'm thinking and nods, agreeing he will continue to think of ways to help Harry's plan further on. I smile at him, having always believed there to be a chance of Muggle-Magical relationships and read on.

"The what?" … Mum mad."

"She should be proud of him." Harry says, now lying on the laps of Sirius, Remus and Viktor and seeming to look up without seeing anything, before he goes on: "Mr. Weasley trying to understand the Muggle world and their technology is a good step forward as it sometimes shows how little wizards know of Muggle technology nowadays."
But then he shoots to sit up and shouts: "Muggle Techonology nowadays!" Everyone's shocked and Sirius asks: "What, Harry? What's wrong? What's wrong with the technology nowadays?" As Harry has turned white as a sheet and I slowly see more and more Muggleborn kids do the same as if they realize the same thing.

Then Hermione brings the answer and says: "The security cameras." I look confused and Harry answers: "Like you have photo-cameras, Muggles have further developed those to shoot more than a single picture. Some of them are connected to a TV station somewhere and through those – security guards keep an eye out for thieves and whatnot.
But that's exactly the problem. Those things can run 24/7, meaning that if any wizard or witch performed magic in front of a camera, it'd be on tape and Muggles would know." I turn white, having never expected Muggles to make something like that and Malfoy asks: "But why would Muggles make such things?"
And Harry answers: "It's mostly used for large companies or on busy shopping streets. It's to make sure terrorists, thieves and extremely loud and obnoxious teenagers don't cause terror, steal things or aggravate the customers. It's actually nothing more than an advanced security system." The young blonde nods and I read on.

"That's the … St. Catchpole."

I see Luna smile at this and one of her House mates asks: "What's so funny about that, Lovegood?" And the girl, acting as if the insulting tone didn't even hurt her, answers: "I live there too. Just a few hills away. It's how Ginny and I became friends." The Ravenclaw looks shocked and I smirk at her before reading on.

Lower and … Ron's house.

"Can't be all that much." A Hufflepuff I heard was named Smith sneers and suddenly Harry shouts: "Hey Smith!" The boy looks at him and Harry asks: "Think I can curse you from where I'm lying or do you think that not all that much too?" The lad looks white at this as Harry has his wand out, but Remus makes him put it back and I read on.

It looked … the yard.

All my sons smile in pride as the description actually gives more credit to the house than it should and then Sirius says: "Now that is a home." Making me tinge red as the man smiles at me sincerely and I thank him, now more than ever determined to take them into my home until they have found one for themselves as I read on.

"It's not … Privet Drive and already knowing that this was ten-times better if not more.
They got … at the –"

"You actually thought that would have worked with her?" Charlie asks his brothers and the twins shrug as one of them says: "We know it sounded pretty stupid and impossible." Before the other goes on and says: "But we were mostly counting on her mother-hen behavior." The elder brother nods, says: "Fair enough." And I read on.

Ron had … winning voice. Harry actually cringed at the guilt almost dripping from those two words.
"Have you … or Percy -"

"EXCUSE ME!" I shout, suddenly infuriated and I read the sentence silently a few more times to make sure I read it right, my grip tightening with every time I find the same sentence on the page and then I turn to my twin sons and almost snarl at them as I ask: "How many times did she compare you to your brothers?"
The two roll their eyes, their derisive snorts shocking and scaring me at what I could have possible missed and then they chorus: "Only every single time she ranted at us." Then one of them says: "Either that or say that we wouldn't achieve anything if we didn't become Prefects or Head Boys or whatever else."
I growl at the woman's terrible behavior and mutter: "No one makes my boys think they should be someone they're not and no one compares my kids to each other as if one of them is better than the other." My kids smile at me in gratitude and I decide to visit her after this book is over, if only to rant her hide full about this as I read on.

"Perfect Percy," … backed away.
He thought the woman to have gone too far with comparing the strict, rule-abiding Percy to the fun, prank-pulling twins and saying that they should be like their elder brother, but had to slightly agree with the idea of this plan having cost Mr. Weasley his job. Still the idea of those two dying of a simple car ride, even if it was one in the air, was overdone and exaggerated, but Harry sure wasn't stupid enough to say something like that to such a furious looking woman.
"I'm very … she said, the kind tone and friendly smile she showed Harry almost giving him the feeling he had landed in another dimension or something. "Come in … followed her. He had heard that women had hormones that could play up, but this was ridiculous.

Sirius snickers and pulls Harry close as he says: "Ah Harry, you're discovering the mystery that is women." He then fakes to sniff and mock-weeps: "My little boy is growing up. I'm so proud." Making Erica and Mss. Crenson turn their eyes skyward, while Harry snickers, making Sirius smile in pride, making it obvious that was his goal.
But then Viktor moves his face next to that of Harry's and asks: "Is this perhaps a forewarning of you being gay, моята любов?" And Harry turns red, while Remus hits the older boy on the back of his head, saying: "Give my son a break, he was twelve. Of course, it wasn't like that." Viktor pouts and I shake my head, reading on.

The kitchen … house before.

Again Sirius pulls Harry close and says: "You sure did too, kiddo. You just don't remember it. Your mother, Harry – oh, your mother. She was just so amazing with magic. She was offered a job as Spell creator right when she left Hogwarts and only when you were born did she quit her job. She even used the small room next to her bedroom as study."
Harry looks at his new mum in shock and asks: "My mum – Lily, my mum – she did that?" Sirius nods, small tears shining in his eyes and he says: "She invented over 40 spells in just the two years she had a job, son, and 12 of those are now spells taught at Hogwarts." Pride shines in the young boy's eyes and I read on.

The clock … - It's Magic!

Now Harry looks up and says: "Wait a minute! Those books can really come in handy. Once we have Muggles used to our candy – and witches and wizards used to theirs, of course – we can broaden their children's book collection with some of our history books and slowly add more and more books, except for those where it's stated you need a wand.
If we do the same for our world and work up from there we can really get a few nice steps into the union of our worlds. We just have to do it step by step and take a few years, put some large areas of time between plans to make it look inconspicuous so that the Muggles won't think we're trying to overthrow their society.
If they see that we want to merge, they will be more lenient to let us, but I would personally wait until after the Millennium change; I'd say somewhere after summer 2005, that will be a nice time to start the bigger plans. For now, we better keep it small." And with that the boy starts to mutter all kinds of things to himself under his breath.

We're all quite shocked at his actual intelligence and then Malfoy asks: "And why wait that long, Harry? That's not for another ten years?" To this Harry, who seems only slightly lost in thought as his gaze is slightly glazed over, answers: "I know the Great Wizarding War was in the Forties, but so was a terrible Muggle war.
And that one is still honored with a feast and other ceremonies every year on a worldwide basis, especially every decade like in 1965, 1975 and 1985. So if we show up to the ceremonies for this year, we can make a first step and show our respect as millions of people died in that war – and most of them weren't even fighting."
Everyone looks shocked and Blaise shouts: "Emergency History lesson right next break!" And everyone shouts in consent, before Mss. Crenson says: "It would be my pleasure to tell you all about the war. My father was member of the English Royal Army and always told me loads of stories of his fights against the German."
The students nod, but then she turns more serious than I have seen her so far and says: "Do know, however, that this war was horrendous. The things that the enemy of the Americans, English and the Russians did are nightmare worthy even for people my age." And while the students look more warry now, do I feel highly intrigued as I read on.

And unless … Celestina Warbeck."

This makes most men shudder, especially all of the male teachers and I mutter: "How Molly could have ever loved her or her terrible voice I'll never understand." Then Ron loftily says: "You know, I always thought she was acceptable but not really talented." He then shrugs and says: "That sure changed after my first."
Students look confused and Blaise asks: "Why after first?" And Ron answers: "I heard Harry sing." As he suddenly looks at my book and then throws his head back with his hand on his eyes as he groans: "Not fair." Making his friends laugh, while Harry asks: "Finally realized it, did you?" My son mock-glares at him and I read on.

Mrs. Weasley … his plate.

This shocks most of the hall and Madam Pomfrey asks: "Is she crazy? Students as thin as Potter need to slowly work up on their meals, not immediately eat more than their stomachs can take. It can worsen the malnourishment or even cause Anorexia." And while Sirius seems to not know this illness does it still make him worried.
Yet at the same time do some Purebloods look confused, including I myself, my sons and a few teachers and the woman looks both exasperated and professionally worried as she says: "It's a disease I discovered to exist only recently. It's mostly mentally, but on the long term it can apparently cause terrible physical troubles.
Short said, it makes the victim constantly think they're too thick or that they eat too many fat foods and that makes them eat less and less until they're thinner than reed. Some even force themselves to puke just to keep themselves thin." The purebloods and teachers look shocked and I read on, not wanting to think about this disease.

"Arthur and … by Friday.

"By Friday? My son might not have even made it until then. How could she not see that it was a brilliant action of her sons, that they saved my little baby of starvation?" Sirius screams, obviously worried about what he just heard and I can only nod, barely believing that this is the same woman I was once in love with as I read on.

But really," … for him. Harry understood her anger at her sons, but thought it stupid of her to still punish them after that hours-upon-hours long rant. He also wondered why she wasn't reacting to the confession George made, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt.
At that … all summer."

Ginny lowers her head and I see Ron wanting to apologize, but she shakes her head and says: "This book is going to be hard enough without me feeling bad about my stupid behavior during summer. I can do that next book." The siblings snicker together and I feel relieved as I worry for my little girl, but then quickly read on.

"Yeah, she'll … and Fred. Harry could barely believe the woman would do this. Her sons had saved his life – his weak body was proof he needed some desperate help – and she was punishing them? Was she really deserving his earlier decision?

"No Harry, you should have trusts your instincts. You should have told us how you felt about her." I tell the boy softly, but he lowers his head and says: "I – I couldn't. You were the first family that proved me how a family should behave together and I didn't want to cause anything that would destroy that.
I – I'd hate myself if I believed I was the cause of you –." But I have walked over to the boy, who has his head low and softly lift it up, looking him in the eye as I say: "You would not have ruined anything, Harry. You would have opened our eyes. Just like your story is doing now." The boy smiles at me and I smile back before reading on.

"You can … wide awake, mostly because of the Pepper-up Potion he had tasted in his eggs, said quickly, … a de-gnoming-"

I shake my head and ask: "You – you were drugged?" Harry shrugs and Snape asks: "Potter, if you recognized the Potion, then why did you take it anyway?" And Harry answers innocently: "Because I wanted to thank Ron and the twins for saving me and knew I couldn't do that falling asleep on them." The man shakes his head and I read on.

"That's very … the mantelpiece.

Instantly I growl as I am more than aware of how my ex-wife had a crush on this fake, but then Harry tenses and Sirius asks: "You alright, son?" Harry nods and says: "It's just – a few meetings during school time. Nothing bad." But this does nothing to ease my worries as I never trusted Lockhart and with a frown do I read on.

George groaned … them all.
Harry stared at it a little longer and, as if his magic connected to the picture, did the photo of Lockhart turn to him and the wink he sends Harry actually made a chill run down his spine. He quickly turned his eyes away, not wanting to look at the man anymore.

My stomach pulls together in shocked fear and I ask: "Amelia, can you and your men please check the books in my home for dangerous spells? I wouldn't put it past Molly to do so just to spite my work at the Ministry." The woman nods, while Harry had turned even whiter at the reminder of what the book had done and she says:
"We will get on it right after the book, Arthur. Auror Tonks, take note of this." The young woman does as asked and I smile at the elder woman, while I see Andromeda smile at her daughter in pride as Tonks seems to take these jobs quite seriously. I smile at the determination that is an obvious Black trait and then read on.

Mrs. Weasley … rather pink. Harry himself wondered how someone could even look at that man for long – but that might be because of the wink earlier. His musings were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley's voice, which sounded both disbelieving and demanding –something which really reminded him of his aunt,
"All right … of frogs. Harry wouldn't have minded asking Mrs. Weasley if he could do some garden work for her, but he really didn't want to destroy any rare or local plants or even risk the chance of destroying plants he had never seen before, so he changed the subject.
"Muggles have … the lawn, his eyes going from one new plant to another, trying to see whether or not he could use his magic on them.
"Yeah, I've … fishing rods . . . ."

Neville smiles at the boy along with many others who seem to share the boy's love for Herbology, whereas Professor Sprout looks giddy and the boy asks: "You really do love plants, don't you?" But Harry looks down sadly and says: "When I grew up only a few things were there when I needed them to survive my Muggle relatives.
Mss. Crenson's visits, Erica and later cooking, where I could work my magic just to make amazing meals and garden work. I always made sure I was alone when I worked on the garden, but that was mostly because I stupidly enough believed that, because things got to regrow and regrow, they could be sentient enough to listen to me.
So always when I had garden duty, would I make sure my relatives were far away and if I was sure the neighbors weren't in their own gardens, would I talk and talk to the flowers and other plants and for some reason did that always help them grow better. It was some kind of win-win situation for me and the plants, I guess."
Everyone looks shocked at the boy and he says: "That's why there's no mention of that in this book. After my Herbology lessons I really believed to have lost my touch, so I didn't even want to try anymore. And Dobby's actions really didn't help with that." I nod, feeling shocked at how the boy believed to have lost his touch and then read on.

There was … said Fred.

"But not bad." I quickly comment, knowing perfectly well this was years ago, but wanting to help my son get over his inferiority complex and I go on: "Especially seeing you had been up all night and it was your first throw." The twins nod at this and Ron smiles, but then he says: "Thanks, but Harry's way better." I look at my son intrigued and then read on.

"I bet … fifty feet."

"And that without really throwing the bugger." Ron laughs and I look at the young lad impressed, while Harry turns red and has his hand behind his head, smiling playfully. I smile at this as it's a positive sign that Harry can overcome the terrors his relatives put him through in his youth and with this hope burning, do I read on.

The air … shoulders hunched.

I see Hermione and Harry look at each other and then he looks at Neville and asks: "Am I the only one getting reminded of spiders when I see a gnome?" The two shake their head, but Ron shudders and while I notice that some others do the same yet less, does my son ask: "How can those funny creatures remind you of creeps like spiders?"
And Harry says: "Well, you never ever had any vermin other than gnomes, right?" Ron nods, still not seeming to get it and Harry answers: "Muggles use spiders to keep insects out of their gardens and the gnomes do the same for wizarding gardens. So gnomes really are the wizard equivalence of spiders." And while Ron grumbles, do I read on.

"They'll be … the house, Harry smiling as he was left behind in the garden, because it showed how much the Weasley kids loved to have their dad home; Ron had been in such a hurry he didn't even grab Harry's arm to pull him along.

I smile at this too, glad there is still such a close bond between me and my sons, regardless of the fact that my job practically required me to have their mother raise them for me and one of my twins says: "No matter how much time we spend being raised." But then Charlie mutters: "More like bullied." The twin nods and goes on:
"Right you are, anyway no matter how much of that we had to withstand." And the other twin says: "Seeing dad come home always made our day, no matter what the time of his return." I smile at my sons, glad they see me as their sanctuary to the terror of that Prewett woman and all of my kids smile back at me before I read on.

Mr. Weasley … and travel-worn. Harry felt for the man, but the twins and Ron rushed at him, all hugging him strongly, making a weak smile appear on his face.
"What a … back turned ..."

"I never really got to ask; but who's Mundungus?" Harry asks me and just like every other time I am reminded of him around family, do I hate my anger as I answer: "He's the Wizarding world's biggest thief and dark object salesman. He's also one of the people who make my job the hardest." Harry looks shocked and asks:
"But if he is and does all that, then why isn't he in Azkaban or banned from the Wizarding world yet?" Amelia sighs and says: "Because we have a contract with the man. He can sale and buy from people – whether light or dark – all he wants, as long as he helps us catch those hurting Muggles and Muggleborns behind the Ministry's back.
The only problem for Mr. Fletcher is that his contract clearly stated he is to harm and trouble people outside the Ministry, not Ministerial members. He better not try again, Arthur, or you'll have all right to send him straight to an Azkaban Holding cell. His contract clearly states the work he does is only his second warning, a third and he's toast."
I nod, shocked at this as I was never told about the exact details of the contract and think: "Seems Mundungus will be in Azkaban for a long time. I after all have over 142 cases of Muggle pestering on his name, 111 of which he tried to attack me when I caught him in the act of it." I shake my head and decide to report later, before I read on.

Mr. Weasley … said George, while Ron and Fred sat a little closer to their dad, obviously wanting to hear more.
"Just Muggle-baiting," … jerked open and for some reason did the brothers move their chairs to the other side of the table. Harry glanced from them to Mrs. Weasley and then to Mr. Weasley, who seemed not to notice. He just stared guiltily … "Harry who?"

"I knew I would love you right that moment, Mr. Weasley." Harry tells me and I smile at him as he goes on: "You after all had Ron for a son and must have known he was friends with me and still you didn't instantly think of the Boy-Who-Lived. You just thought me another kid with that name." I shrug at the widely-smiling lad and read on.

He looked … the house. Harry really wanted to ask Ron and the twins why they moved away from their dad when Mrs. Weasley came in, but decided to first see if there were more of these cases. Last year taught him one thing and that was that he should first have the whole story before he made any accusations. But he still thought there was something weird about that situation, something he was missing.

I look at the child I consider my own and he seems to think about the same situation deeply, if the wrinkles in his forehead and the way he gazes at the stone floor as if it has all the answers are anything to go by. Deciding to wait and see if he can figure it out, do I smile at the boy, shocked I hadn't noticed this myself and read on.

On the … more flights, on the first the twins moving into their own room, until they … the league."

"And that's not even their highest rank." Ron smiles, but then Sirius says: "Ron, the Chudley Cannons aren't bad, but they are a perfect example of what happens when other teams buy away your players. All good players of that team were together in the sixties, but halfway through 1970, half of them were bought away and after that it just went downhill.
You really have to look at how the players form together to judge on whether or not it's wise to follow that team and I'm really sorry but with one of the Top Chasers finding his wife in the German National team and the Top Keeper finding his dream job as Trainer of the Holyhead Harpies, I don't think that team will ever be as great as they were."
Ron looks shocked and Sirius says: "Trust me, Ron, I was a great fan too, but after being chosen for Beater in my Second and having to have witnessed two terrible years of them losing one match after another, I really learned how to view and judge the better and weaker points of all playing teams." My son nods, I smile and read on.

Ron's school … Mad Muggle. In between this Harry noticed some pencils, paper and a few drawings that looked like chessboards. Ron's magic … went pink.

"It really is, you know." Harry mutters, still obviously trying to figure out the thing he must have missed back then and then he goes on: "Although I would still love to see other wizarding Houses." And Narcissa answers: "Well, cousin, you, your family and friends are more than welcome for a sleepover at the Manor this summer."
Harry smiles at her and I decide to offer them what I decided on earlier and say: "And Sirius, I know you detest your family home and I know that Remus' home is never big enough to fit all three of you, so you can stay at our place until you've found your own place. And no, Remus, I've been planning this all chapter, no objections."
The man smiles and says: "Thanks Arthur, we really appreciate it. Harry, would you like that?" Harry smiles and nods and asks: "And can Sora, Riku and Kairi stay too? I don't think they have a house here." I nod and laugh: "Of course, Harry. The more the merrier." All six of them smile at me and I feel proud of my decision.


Hey everyone,
Wow, this chapter was so much more fun and that is only better as I was really worried that Molly would make me hate this chapter, yet luckily enough did I not hate her in the original as I do now and so I kept the bashing in this chapter to a low and I just didn't feel like increasing that as it would ruin the chapter structure.
Merry Christmas,

Venquine1990