Chapter 18
Rules and Laws

7th of August 1995
Grimmauld Place, London
James' POV

"I just have to know what that little rat thinks he can do against my little boy." Goes through my head angrily, even if my anger isn't really seen by anyone else as my main priority lies with how my little family feels – especially my youngest son and my long lost, beloved mate, who has definitely suffered the last few years.
Feeling as if I never really had anything to complain – as I only had Molly's nagging and whining to listen to and nothing else –do I wish I could go back in time and switch places – especially because I'm pretty sure Molly wouldn't try to complain about half the things she did with Sirius as she did with me over the years.
This makes a small, satisfied smile appear on my face and I think: "And that would have just been for what she had been nagging about. Can't wait to see the Veela fury unleashed on her when Siri decides to get her back for kidnapping me and whatnot." But then I lie my focus back on the topic at hand and grab the book.

Everyone looks at me in shock and I say: "I need to know what Fudge will try with my baby." All the adults and some of the kids – especially Ron and Hermione – nod in agreement and then I think: "That and Harry always calmed down when he heard me read to him. At least when I still had him as my little baby boy."
I shake my head at this and look at my son, knowing that the light currently shining from him was at least a dozen times brighter when he was a baby and – for the umpteenth time – curse Dursley, Molly, Fudge and Voldemort for all of their combined influences that – in essence – ruined just about every aspect of my son's life.
"Too bad the one thing you shouldn't do with a Potter is touch their children. Bad for those four, that is." I think furiously, only to be calmed by the fact that Molly and Dursley are already facing heavy punishment, that Voldemort is too much of a threat to try and get revenge on and that Fudge already tasted some revenge.
"Some, but not all of it." I whisper softly and then ask: "Arthur, when you leave for that meeting with your sons, can you leave a message with Fudge and tell him I need a minute of his time?" Arthur nods and while I'm pretty sure that he – and my amazing Siri – are already onto me, do I focus on the book in my hands and start to read.

The Hearing … in Azkaban.

This makes Riku get thin lips, but then Sora hugs him tightly and whispers: "They'll pay. Magic of this world might not help, but no one here uses a Keyblade and we've both seen what Curaga can heal." And Riku nods, while in his eyes, I can tell that he's already planning something for back-up as I read on.

The walls … your seat."

By now I am almost seeing red with fury over how my little boy is being treated, but then I see Sirius smirk and he says: "We can use that. That comment on taking a seat, we can definitely use that." And while I wonder what his amazing devious mind can come up with, am I glad for the interruption as it calmed my anger and I read on.

Harry dropped … frank curiosity.

By the end of this paragraph, do I regret my decision to read as anger fills me from the tip of my toes yet again and I think: "An underage minor trialed by the entire Wizengamot? Fudge is a dead man!" But unlike me, does Sirius seem immune to this anger as he is again smirking deviously and he whispers huskily:
"There will be no chained seats for my son, no sir. Not at his real hearing, I assure you." And while I know that some people are now worrying that Harry was indeed right and that Sirius has indeed been affected by Azkaban, do I know that it's really just how my mate works when he thinks out his plans and with relief, do I read on.

In the … looked forbidding.

By now relief is felt in my heart and shown on the faces of many of the adults, especially those working at the Ministry themselves like Alastor and Arthur and I whisper: "Amelia, she'll be on your side no doubt. She hates it when Justice isn't being served." This makes my son smile at me in relief and I quietly read on.

On Fudge's … his hand.

At the end of this paragraph does Arthur have his head down and do the faces of the Weasley brothers resemble the same anger as I felt earlier and even Harry has his head down a little, proving to me that my little boy still cares for Percy, even after reading about the betrayal of the third Eldest Weasley to the rest of his family.
I look at my son, wondering how he will take the rest of this story as I doubt that this trial will make Percy open his eyes to Fudge's disgusting ways of acting, but then see something happening that makes me feel some relief as Lea seems to sense Harry's hurt and wraps his arm around the boy, pulling him closer.
This makes me smile at the slightly older teenager, but Lea seems to have only eyes for Harry, which makes Harry look at the redhead and which apparently makes him able to see the need to care in Lea's eyes as a small smile appears on my son's face, causing for Lea to smile back and causing for me to read on with relief in my own heart.

"Disciplinary hearing … Jane Umbridge

At this name I stop, my eyes wide and my heart pounding as I recognize that name like no other, those three words almost burning themselves onto my retina as memories of that terrible woman and her horrible actions against my friends – especially Remus – during our school years and after ring through my head.
Sirius seems to understand my shock and fear at seeing this name as he nods his head, while his lips are tight shut and he says: "I heard from Kingsley that she just about threatened her way into that position. She's made a lot of enemies and hasn't had help from the Auror Department since she started there, or so I heard."
To this Kingsley nods and says: "She constantly comes for the craziest reasons, trying to get us to break our own codes and whatnot and saying that it's on orders from Fudge himself. Of course, we have Amelia and she constantly checks this, but Fudge has still been defending her and using her despite her amount of lies."
This makes me close my eyes as I just don't want to think of how similar that sounds to how she behaved as a student at Hogwarts, where she constantly pushed Slughorn to the limit of his patience, only to wait a few weeks or months to have him calm down and then to go back to her old habits and lies all over again.

I then look at the book yet again and then suddenly notice how an aged hand lies on the side of the cover. Looking up, I see Albus standing beside me, the man's face proving he knows what is going through my mind and he softly says: "I'll take it, dear boy, you need your family too much to handle this chapter."
And while I want to shake my head, do I feel Sirius lie his head on my shoulder as he whispers: "We've been apart for too long, babe. Your emotions are just all over the place and while Albus can see them, can I sense them. You need to cool down, babe." This in itself makes me feel annoyed and relieved at the same time.
Annoyed that I can't even read a simple chapter after being stuck in the same position for over thirteen years, yet relieved that – after more than a decade – Sirius can still read me as well as I was able to read him when he tried hiding our destiny together from me and with that memory in mind, do I hand Albus the book.

Albus' POV

James is obviously struggling with the chapter and his own emotions and I just know that we need to move the reading to a location where Harry can sit with his mates and still have his family surrounding him. Yet, that is currently not of order and I smile at James as he hands me the book, an annoyed smile adorning his face.
I am, of course, quite well aware as to why James has trouble with the Umbridge family as Charlus and Dolores' mother – Ambriana Juliette Umbridge – never got along either and Ambriana even went so far one time as to try and spread rumors about Charlus and his loyalty to Dorea during a party hosted by Charlus himself.
The woman had been severely punished for this, but I have no doubt in my mind that Dolores has been taught that Ambriana was in the right and that the Potters were in the wrong, which makes me worry for her presence at Harry's hearing, now trial. Focusing on this matter entirely, do I try to keep a calm exterior as I read on.

Senior Undersecretary … his neck.

This one sentence alone seems enough for everyone in the room to calm down with renewed hope and while I feel blessed to have the loyalty and trust of so many here, do I still wonder what Cornelius could be planning as any man worth his intelligence would know that putting a minor on a trial is against the English Code.
"Is this because of Voldemort, Cornelius, or is there more behind your sudden decision?" I mentally whisper to myself and while I sincerely hope that this action is not Cornelius' own, do I fear for that same thought as that means Dolores can do whatever she wants without Cornelius trying to stop her and with that, I read on.

Dumbledore was … flustered Fudge.

At this I feel a pang of guilt as I – had it not been for this reading – would have tried my hardest not to interact with Harry out of sheer fear that Voldemort would notice and that he would use Harry's connection with his mind to control the boy, which I know can only cause new amounts of pain to the young teenager.
Hoping beyond hope that the release of the glamour and the many amazing abilities that were hidden inside Harry's heart will keep the connection far away enough it won't affect the boy during the reading, do I send him a quick apologetic glance as a sign that this won't be the last time book me will ignore him before reading on.

"Ah," said … changed, then?"

"Definitely Dolores then." I whisper softly and everyone looks at me as I say: "If Cornelius had done this in an attempt to discredit Harry, he would not have wanted me here, but he sent me the message, meaning he still cares for Harry enough to give him a fair chance." Everyone nods, but then Lea humps and says:
"If that's the guy showing he cares, he's doing a pretty bad job at it." At this I nod as Cornelius had grown more and more difficulties with showing his emotions behind his actions due to – back in 1990, 1991 – how badly the Prophet, especially Skeeter, would harass and slander him for it, something he now does to Harry.
Hoping that my old friend will soon see his mistakes, do I think: "We really need a different plan of attack. If Cornelius leads a trial that was thought of by Umbridge, then my presence will not be as much of a help as those currently around me might think." And while my mind races with possible game plans, do I read on.

"I must … of Secrecy.

"That's her! That's not an official report, that's her disgusting work!" James shouts and I can only nod in agreement as Horace had often come to me due to other teachers complaining about the wording and the choice of words Dolores decided to put in her essays, many of which had passed my eyes as well during these cases.
I had been most disgusted with some of them and had even often wondered how someone as young as the girl had used to be could write such discriminating and vile pieces of work, something I always made sure to let Horace punish her for, if only to let her, hopefully, see sense, a hope I had grown to give up on over the years.

Now the woman is not only Cornelius' right hand – and I suspect a person who continues his beliefs of Harry being a liar – but has also been showing her true colors in several Wizengamot meetings, meetings I can no longer attend, something that makes me fear for the laws and rules she will surely try to push through.
I then look at James and Sirius, the latter currently comforting the former and reminding him how they have plans to put this whole trial nonsense to an end, and think: "The only family that – besides me and my own – can defy her are exactly the ones she hates the most. I can only hope this works." And with that I read on.

"You are … said Harry.

This makes all those that know Harry had lessons from Remus look at the man, who blushes and says: "I never name it that. I just call it a Patronus when it's fully functional. My bad." This makes the tension of anger, that had been growing the longer I read, be broken by some good-humored laughter and I read on while chuckling.

"Your Patronus … of the –"

By now the tension is back in the room, while Kingsley and Arthur have their heads in their hand and Kingsley says: "I can understand why Cornelius doesn't give Harry a chance to finish, but I had higher hopes of Amelia." But I laugh softly and say: "She was always like that, Kingsley, even when still in school, I assure you."
And I remember the many times Amelia came to my office, simply because on the previous visit she had seen something that had caught her interest and that she wanted to ask me about. The girl would never even allow me to fully finish my sentences as she had a knack to put all the pieces together by herself during these visits.
Smiling at the fact that this little trait has not yet left her character, something I have experienced myself first hand when she would be present for the trial of a true criminal, do I say: "It's just her way to figure things out. She gathers small bits of information and puts them together, always coming to the right conclusion afterwards."

The man nods, while many of the others are now at ease and then James stands up and says: "Lea, Fred, George, Harry, over here. I want my family together for this." The four nod and with Harry's hand in his, does Lea lead Harry over to where his parents are sitting before taking a seat next to Sora and Riku.
The twins then seat themselves at the other side of James and with Harry in their midst, do James and Sirius quickly hug their son tightly, James even whispering: "I missed this." Making many of us smile at the happy family, while Harry smiles at his mother with love and I quickly bring all their attention back to the reading.

"Impressive," said … a Muggle!"

"One that has known of magic for the last five years straight, something Cornelius would have known seeing he knows who Harry used to live with." I think angrily and I just know that this whole thing was set up, but then my mind catches up with me and I say: "It was a set-up." Everyone looks at me and I say:
"The whole attack. It wasn't to get Harry out of the way and it certainly wasn't Voldemort's work. Someone either wanted Harry out of the picture or have a chance to badly disgrace him at an official trial. That's why the Dementors were there that night and why Cornelius is forgetting about what Muggle he is talking."

Everyone looks at me shocked and then James says: "If that's so, then my money is on that disgusting bint." Everyone looks at him and Harry says: "It has to be." This makes even James look at his son and he says: "Umbridge is the only one hating me, who is also in constant work-contact with the Minister.
She would have the perfect opportunity to – without anyone noticing – gather up those Dementors, send them my way and – when I escaped them – whisper at Fudge all of the ways he can disgrace my name and have me make a fool of myself. She's the one behind the attack and she's the one behind how this trial is run."
By now everyone is shocked, except for Ron and Hermione, who are smiling widely and then Sirius says: "He knows nothing about how the Ministry or the Ancient Families work and still he knows exactly how to figure out diabolical plans like that." And Ron and Hermione chorus: "That's Harry." Before I read on.

Those who … me explain.

"This just can't be good." Sirius mumbles darkly and then suddenly Harry lowers his head and says: "I wish I had Percy on my side." Making the Weasley brothers turn angry, while James and Sirius are quick to throw their own anger to the side in order to comfort their little boy and I feel angry at my former student as I read on.

He's been… well-rehearsed story –"

"Who in their right mind would think up of a Dementor attack? Has Fudge lost all sense of reality or something? How can he not realize how dangerous those monsters are?" Hermione then asks in anger and Harry says: "It's because he believes I'm lying about Voldemort, who is also very dangerous, Hermione."
The girl looks at him and he says: "Fudge thinks that, because I lie about something as dangerous and threatening as Voldemort, that I have no fear of other dangerous creatures and therefore no restrictions on lying about them. He just thinks that way." The girl huffs in anger, while I personally feel awed with Harry as I read on.

Dumbledore cleared … I mean."

Now everyone turns my way and Alastor asks: "Albus, Dursley himself can make or break the whole trial. You should have just reminded everyone of his five years of knowing about the magical world. That instantly takes down half the charges." This makes me sigh as it seems I already have a game plan at hand and read on.

Fudge's plump … at them.

To this I cringe inwardly as it proves just how strongly Percival's loyalties have altered from me, his friends and his family to his job and boss and while Harry doesn't hide the cringe inwardly, his head lowering in hurt defeat after hearing this, do the twins see this and share an angered glance with each other before I read on.

A moment … your story?"

By now many people around me are furious with how the story is going, but Harry seems to have a change of heart as he used to have his head down hurt, but now has a hand on his face with shame and he mutters: "And that's the man representing our entire country and how we think of our own people and residents."
This makes me cringe as I had never looked at Cornelius' position from that point of view and while I wonder whether or not Cornelius does, does Lea suddenly ask: "Just a question, this whole thing will happen in three days, right?" Some of those at the table nod, while many of us look at him confused and he says:
"I'll be right back." And before anyone of us can respond, does he cloak himself in the dark swirls of magic, with which he came here, only for his whole person to be gone a second later, when the clouds and swirls disappear with him. Wondering what the fiery tempered man could be on about, do I lie the book down.

Lea's POV

"If that trial is in 3 days, then those 3 ass-bastards are probably already planning the whole thing, meaning Fudge and Umbridge are probably speaking of what Harry could say to his defence right around now. Better make sure my little mate has the back-up he deserves in all this – and from the one person who owes him that."
Goes through my mind as I focus on getting from one spot to another, having already mentally asked Master Yen Sid to guide me to the Minister's office after telling him of what I had heard being read and when I arrive at the man's actual office, do I wonder how this man can even have such a high job in the first place.
The whole office is filled with trophies and awards that, upon closer inspection, I realize are belonging to several departments in this Ministry, but instead shine and gleam with bright cleanliness in glass cases all around the left, right and back wall, the trophies there hidden behind a desk that can easily fit six to eight people.

Instead of that are there only two people seated, a man and woman that I can instantly tell are Fudge and Umbridge as neither of them has red hair and so, while the two have their heads close and their eyes wide as they look at me, do I look around some more, my opinion of the man not rising any by what I see standing around.
Then suddenly do I notice a small wooden door in the left wall that opens to the left and that is standing ajar just enough for me to see a small bit of red hair swaying from one side to the other and I smirk, giving a two fingered salute to the two at the desk, but before I can reach the door, does the woman open her mouth:
"And who do you think you are, barging in and shocking the Minister and me like this? How did you get here in the first place? Explain yourself immediately." But I keep my face passive, even if the memory of what I already read of the woman makes the fire within me burn with anger and I turn my face her way slightly.
Showing her my anger only through my eyes, but keeping the rest of my face passive, I see the woman reel back a little and say: "Why don't you explain why you two think it legal to try and put a full Wizengamot trial on a Minor?" And while the two whiten and sputter, do I turn myself away from them and pass the door.

Closing it behind me, I make sure to cast a small burning spell on the doorknob from both sides to make sure the lad doesn't try to escape and that those two numbskulls don't try to interfere and then honingly ask: "So, found your loyalties, have you?" And the redhead looks up from his paperwork in shock as he sees me.
"Who are you?" He asks as he pushes his rimmed glasses back on his nose, his tone filled with a small ounce of fear and his eyes slipping to the door behind me, but I draw his attention back to me and say: "That's currently none of your concern. What you should worry about is how your family currently feels about your behavior."
The fear on the boy's face quickly changes from shock to anger and he turns himself away from me and back to his large tome and paperwork as he asks: "Why should I care how that traitorous father thinks of me?" This alone makes me want to shoot an array of fireballs his way, but I take a deep breath and say:

"I didn't mean your father and I would watch my language about that man around me, if I were you. I meant the rest of your family, the people you left behind because you just couldn't settle a little argument with your daddy." Now a twinge of guilt goes through the boy and I think: "Maybe there is hope for him."
But then he makes me want to burn him or turn him into a Heartless all over again as he says: "They'll see things my way soon enough. They just need to get to Hogwarts and live under McGonagall's roof for a few weeks. Then they'll realize that father is following the wrong, blind-sided fool and they'll come join me."

"Yeah, when Hades becomes Lord of Olympus." I growl inwardly, my anger seeping through my voice and being heard by the lad as he looks at me with renewed shock before I ask: "I got a question for you. I myself am currently 23, but I plan to take a De-Aging potion soon and become 19 again. How old are you?"
The young man looks at me curiously and says: "I'm 19 myself." This makes me hold back a wince of my own and while I try to reason with myself that not all 19 year olds are like him, do I decide to continue my little mind game with the idiot as I ask: "Tell me lad, how many Assistants did the minster hire that are under 20?"
The boy looks shocked and says: "I – I – I'm the first." This makes me tilt my head, while that is exactly the answer I was waiting for and I ask: "The first – ever?" The boy nods and I fake a look of wonder, putting my chin in my hand and tilting my head slightly upwards as I ask: "Gee, wonder why that is, don't you lad?"
But then the lad makes my whole plan come crashing down as he puffs up his chest and says: "Because the Minister knows I have talent. A talent to lead and guide whoever needs to be led or guided in other Departments. The Minister saw that when I took over from Mr. Crouch during the Tournament last year."

But the more the lad talks, the more I change my stance and at the end of his little rant, do I have the tips of my fingers against my forehead, my head bowed to my chest and am I shaking my head, before I say: "No, because no Minister before this guy would hire someone with only a single year of experience, you little twit."
The boy looks shocked and I say: "I can easily go to at least seven Departments here and now, pick up several people from each department and prove to you they have more talent than you ever will, because they have the experience that comes with exactly that talent. They have had years to develop those talents."
By now the boy has a red face and I can tell by the look in his eyes that it's because of embarrassment and not anger and then, deciding to just let the boy think things through by himself and to check on him later – perhaps tomorrow – do I say: "And that's exactly why your dad didn't want you to take this job. Think about that."
And with that, do I focus back on my heart, do I let swirls of darkness surround me and transport me back to my beloved and the two boys that are still stealing my heart and do I leave behind a shell-shocked Percival Weasley, hoping against hope that I actually gave the boy a chance to come to his own senses and realize the truth.

Dumbledore's POV

I don't know what Lea did that made him be gone for almost twenty minutes, but the confident, proud smile on the man's face makes me know that it has to do with either Cornelius, Dolores or Percy and that it definitely has to do with Harry, something I already guessed when the man asked about the date of the trial.
"Where were you?" Harry asks, the worry and fear in his voice confusing me and Lea softly hugs him from the back as he had phased over to appear behind the boy and he says: "Just helping the Light a little, that's all." Then Harry explains why there was so much fear and worry in his voice earlier as he asks the man:
"How? You've never been to this world. You don't know anything here!" This makes many people look at each other in shock as they realize that the young fifteen year old is right, but then Lea smiles and says: "Master Yen Sid has studied this world thoroughly and he guided me. Knew exactly where the idiot's office was."

He then shudders and I smile in agreement as Cornelius' greed has been growing with each new trophy and award that the Departments – by state of a law that was inducted a few months before he was chosen – are forced to set in his office whenever any kind of inspection believes this Department worthy of them.
Knowing that Dolores' own greedy ways of living and beliefs are no help for this matter and hoping that, with the team we can gather from those that Sora has met during his journeys, we can get through to both Cornelius and Percival and make Cornelius the man he was when he first started as Minister do I continue reading.

"I had … surrounding air…

This alone makes a shudder run through the room and Fred, who had gone to sit next to James, reaches past the man to softly touch Harry's arm, while James has Harry in a tight hug and Sora is hugged from both sides, from one by Sirius and from the other by Riku, both of them looking at either boy in great worry.
Erik, in the mean time, has Ariel wrapped thickly inside a warm hug as both of them have one hand on Ariel's belly, while the rest of the Weasleys go to seek comfort with each other and Tonks even goes so far as to grab Remus' hand, proving to me that the woman does indeed have a crush on my favorite werewolf.

The man does indeed respond with a soft tightening of his own hand in hers, but anyone with eyes can see that the man does this out of instinct as his eyes are focused on James, Sirius and Harry, which proves to me that the return of James also means the return of Remus' full pack, at least in the eyes of the werewolf inside.
Hoping with all I am that, in due time, Sora and Riku can find their way into Remus' pack as well – as Sora just wasn't around Remus long enough for the werewolf to get a proper chance of sniffing out and recognizing the new cub of the pack, do I wait for everyone to calm and settle down, before I smile at them warmly and read on.

In the … may go."

"He doesn't believe her one bit." Sirius snarls, obviously having grown angry since I read about Cornelius fidgeting with his papers, but I shake my head and say: "On the contrary, dear boy. Deep inside, he does indeed believe her. He just shows up an act that he doesn't, that is all." But this does nothing to repel the anger as James says:
"Yeah, so he can win his little case. Seriously, why has no one yet stood up to the fact that this is a full-Wizengamot trial on a minor? Does Fudge really think he can push people that far into breaking the law?" But before I can answer in a way to calm the man down, does Harry, his tone hurting me as he says:

"To quote words I heard Fudge mutter just before I fully lost my trust in him: Harry Potter, you know… we've all got a bit of a blind spot where he's concerned. In other words, his fame allows him to break the laws and for us to break the law for him, whether that's in his benefit or not won't matter, it's Harry Potter."
Harry growls at the end and Sirius is this time the one to take over as James just seems stunned by the anger in Harry's tone and he whispers as he has his face in Harry's hair: "People have been taking advantage of you being an orphaned minor for long enough, son, it won't happen anymore and people will know that soon enough."
And while I worry for what the man – who was known as the Devious one of the Marauders – could plan for our world, does it seem as if Sirius again knew exactly how to calm his son down, but then I see Sora and Riku whispering together, their eyes locked with one another and the worried looks on their faces worry me as I read on.

Mrs. Figg cast … and silent.

"Wait what?" Ronald Weasley suddenly asks, his eyes wide and his mind – which I can almost read through his eyes alone – suddenly seeming to have started whirling as I read and the boy turns angry with a suspicious glare as he seems to draw some kind of conclusion before he asks: "Can you read that last sentence again, sir?"
I nod at the young lad and read: "The witch sitting to the right of Fudge, with her face in shadow, moved slightly but everyone else was quite still and silent." And the further I read, the further I get with realizing what young Ronald did that made him interrupt, think and frown when he finished thinking as I whisper:
"She wouldn't." But James growls: "She sure has the perfect alibi. And without people willing to speak of her eternally terrible behavior back in school because she has such a high position, it would take someone with equal the amount of her power to get her not only to confess but for her to be punished as well.
It's the whole reason she and Fudge set up this whole farce in the first place. It was to make sure she would have an extra alibi and that the people around would doubt Harry enough no one would even question that one single move she made. They would just ignore it in favor of finding out who of Harry and Fudge would win."

At the end of this everyone looks shocked and Ron says: "I knew she was behind it, but that all I couldn't even try to realize." But James shrugs and says: "Once you have experience with someone's bad side, you can pretty much always predict their next move even from their most subtlest of acts or signs of behavior."
He then turns to his son and says: "Something Potters are a Master in as – no matter how well we run in society – we have the skills to pick up on exactly those signs that prefer to live and work in the shadows, which is pretty much why at least one of our friends is always a wallflower." And he winks at Remus as we laugh and I read on.

"And what … barked Fudge.

"Wait a minute, first he says that her witness testimony isn't all that stable and then he goes and makes a comment about them strolling around?" Alastor asks in angered shock and I shake my head like many others, hoping that, in the book-trial, others will take note of this and that it will help Harry in the end before I read on.

"Not if … of August."

"Because someone's mother just cannot accept that at an important party quite a few years ago, she was at the wrong and punished correctly, that's why." I hear Sirius growl and see Sora and Harry look inquisitive, the two boys almost looking like perfect twins and making many of those around them smile at the sight as Sirius says:
"It all happened at an official party the Potters used to hold annually, before James became married to someone who was in danger of Voldemort and all that, and it was the first party where mother wanted me to represent the House of Black again as I had been in the Summer of my Second and mother wanted to try and reform me."

At this the man shudders and I shake my head, wishing that people like Walburga and Augusta could just accept their Heirs for who they are and then the man goes on and says: "I was doing the best I could, speaking politely, making Political Smalltalk, keeping up the appearance of a Perfect Gentleman – all for you, of course."
He then smiles at James who rewards him for this with a quick peck on the cheek, making the happiness of the man almost radiate off of him, something that makes me know that he truly, deeply, has missed the affection and love his mate had given him in the years they hid their bond from the outside world and then Sirius says:

"Anyway, I was actually doing my mother proud when I suddenly noticed an Elder Lady – as Ambriana was already in the sixties – talking with Lady Bones, you know her as Amelia, and the look that was on Lady Bones' face as she kept trying to get the attention of your grandfather intrigued my twelve-year old mind.
I wandered over and heard the Elder Lady say all I'm saying is that a man of Charlus' age, who is so close to becoming an Elder Lord himself, is bound to one day slip up and – as the teens say these days – hook up with an Elder Lady. After all, the Black Ladies were never known for their spark in the bedroom now, were they?"

By now everyone is just about seeing red, but then suddenly a sound is heard that no one expected and we all look around, before I suddenly notice that Ariel, the beautiful red-haired queen of another world, is crying her eyes out, one hand over her pregnant stomach, the other in front of her eyes, her fringe hiding her hand partially.
Erik is instantly at her side, where he had been sitting the entire time on a different chair, and hugs her closely, whispering words of comfort in her hair and kissing her temple, cheek and cheekbones before softly asking her: "What's the matter, my angel?" And the answer the woman gives him shocks us all: "Stupid hormones."
Everyone looks at her shocked and then James lies a hand on his own temple and says: "Trust me, I know all about it, Ariel. And Erik, trust me when I say, this won't be her first unexpected reaction to something." This makes the man look a little worried, while Sirius cringes along with Arthur and I smile at the three.

Then Ariel calms down and asks: "How – how was she punished?" And Sirius takes a deep breath, obviously relieved for the chance to forget the point of subject – if only for a little while – and says: "She was banned from several Ancient Family Annual Parties and sworn to Secrecy when it came to the Ancient Line Grapevine."
This makes several look shocked and then Tarzan asks: "That's all?" And Sirius smiles at him as he says: "Trust me, in the eyes of a Politician, that means a lot. You can, after all, get a good grip at a Political Debate by – at the right time and place – bringing out any kind of dirt you got on that family from said Grapevine.
Also, the Annual Parties are also often the ones that Ancient Families use to create powerful connections between themselves and those that have the same political agenda. It's also very common for such parties to often lead into bonds being strengthened by the parties involved in said bond, such as marriage proposals and whatnot."

The man nods and then Sirius smiles at James and says: "James even used an Annual Bones Party, back in 1978, to announce to those that had already graduated before him, that he had proposed to Lily at our own Graduation Party and that she had accepted. We'll probably have to use another such party to tell the truth, but –."
The man shrugs and Riku asks: "Won't my gran hold such a party for Sora and me to announce our new bond?" And Sirius smiles as he says: "The Longbottoms do often hold an Annual Party three days before school starts. I wouldn't put it past that Elder Lady to announce your return and your bond with each other next party."

And everyone smiles at this prospect before the twins ask: "Can we announce our bond as well?" And Harry retorts: "Why not announce all bonds at the same time?" But Sirius shakes his head at his son and says: "Augusta is the Head of the Longbottom line, so it will befall Riku to announce his bond with Sora.
She will, however, be the one to announce his existence, just like I will announce the existence of Sora and it will befall either the twins or Lea to announce your bond. Such is the duty of either the Head of House or the Dominant Partner of the bond. Ancient laws that have been in place for exactly five-hundred years now."
Harry nods and says: "Politics and Family affairs sure are complicated." But James shrugs and says: "We can easily teach you the basics in the next three days, together with some other basic lessons in other areas where you will need to excel if we want to stand a strong front against Fudge and his little schemes." Harry nods and I read on.

In the … said Fudge.

"She knew. She knew Albus would make such a claim. Her being recognized just by moving into plain sight proves this was a planned procedure." James growls and Lea leans back on his chair as he says: "Probably what I saw them mumble about during my little trip." And while Harry again looks at him in worry, do I read on.

The witch … really amused.

"Followers of her agenda." Sirius says coldly, his glare and tone almost as cold as the atmosphere around this room whenever the Order ends off a meeting and when Sora looks confused, does Sirius say: "Her Political Agenda, things she wants to see done in the Wizengamot and with that in the Wizarding world."
The boy nods and James says: "It's like how Potters are all about getting the Wizarding World forward, whether it be through the means of dark or light magic as we Potters don't really believe magic can be either Dark or Light and how the Blacks are all for keeping their Bloodlines and those of other Purebloods exactly that – pure."

This, while I am shocked that the Potters don't really believe magic to be Dark or Light, does Riku seem very relieved to hear these words and it seems as if Sora knows why as he smiles at the elder boy and says: "I guess I really am a Potter then." Making everyone, including Riku, look at him as he looks at Riku and says:
"I never really believed that the Darkness that was inside Riku could be used for evil purposes. It couldn't because – well." And before he goes on, does he quickly kiss Riku's cheek and mutter: "Because it just attracted him to me more and more every time I saw him use it during either a battle or training practices."

This makes Sirius and James smile at the two widely and Sirius says: "Blacks are definitely attracted to those of power and Riku can obviously use his ability over the Darkness to protect you, so in that way it – I guess you can say – stimulates your Black genes, while your Potter genes get attracted to the strength inside Riku's Dark ability, really."
Sora nods, while I personally feel intrigued at how this one boy is the actual living representation of the Potter and Black beliefs and Riku seems very, very happy with the results of this little conversation as he pulls Sora closer and lies a hand on the boy's cheek before rewarding him for his loyalty with a heart-melting kiss.
Smiling widely at the two beloveds, do I turn my attention to the one boy who has – apparently – been deprived of this kind of attentive affection for much too long and while again feeling terribly guilty for my constant mental excuses that I told myself to keep sending Harry back to those Muggles, do I distract everyone as I read on.

"If it … been proud.

And again my guilt is proven to be rightful as Harry shudders at hearing the comparison, but then Sirius seems to draw his attention without really speaking and the silent conversation that goes on between the two worries me as Harry seems terrified of the meaning behind his father's glances at first, before he resigns and nods.
I look at the two, but they ignore everyone around them bar their own beloveds and while Sirius pulls James – who seems as worried as I feel – against his side to comfort him, does Harry send his own mates a look that clearly says we need to talk. This shocks the three, but they all nod and I read on, knowing nothing else will be said.

"Of course … today, Dumbledore!"

At these words the entire room tenses up, the air actually suddenly seeming to stop moving as if the molecules in the air itself have stopped moving out of pure shock and while I wonder if Harry has again lost control over his Empathic abilities, does another part of me believe that it is because so many around me are shocked at this.
I personally feel nothing short of hurt and disappointed as this is not the same Cornelius Fudge that took to the Minister's position four years ago and while I can't help but hope that Dolores has a large hand in all these changes to the man's beliefs and character, do I know there is much more going on than just that one woman.

Then James, who's entire face is a mask of rage, growls: "We are definitely going to be present for this disgusting hearing." And Sora, Riku, Lea, the twins and Sirius all nod, the fury the seven of them combined feel enough to even make me feel relieved I won't be in Cornelius – or Dolores' – shoes in a few days time.
Then Arthur goes on and says: "And I will make sure that before that Hearing even starts, Percy will be on our side and that he will wherever possible keep that filthy woman in check and keep Fudge on the path of the Code as he should." And all of the Weasleys nod, all of their fury apparently aimed more at their brother than anyone else.
Then I look at the reason behind all these people being angry at the man and Harry seems quite uncomfortable with the whole situation, proving to me that he isn't causing the tense feeling in the atmosphere as his emotions seem completely different from that of the others and I decide to relieve the poor little lad as I read on.

"But naturally … years ago –"

"A Hover Charm that wasn't even questioned about and that was only responded to by a single Letter of Warning, while it was later discovered that the Magical Signature wasn't even Harry's." Arthur grinds out and while I wonder if the man had been drugged to keep his anger all these years, do I fear for that to indeed be true.
The man, right now, seems almost too easily angered, even if the situation does call for it, and I look from him to Harry, wondering how much he knows of that event, as Dobby had later contacted me to tell me the entire story, having done so after I had enlisted him and Winky into the list of Employed House Elves At Hogwarts.
Smiling in simple delight at the vibrant little creature – who's loyalty, I know, lies more with Harry than myself – do I try to let my thoughts become a magic of calm to make sure the rest of the chapter won't cause my fellow readers to lose themselves in their anger and when I feel certain that they have calmed down, do I read on.

"That wasn't … of ink.

But this seems to be the wrong thing to comment on as the atmosphere again seems to freeze up, but this time does it not seem as if magic has made the molecules in the air stop moving, but rather as if someone has caused for winter to suddenly appear inside the room as the entire air around us freezes up in pure fear.
Looking at the only source I can think of to be responsible for this, do I realize that Harry's sense of discomfort of earlier had nothing to do with the way others were behaving, but more with what was being read about and I realize that he must have anticipated for Fudge to bring up this so-called violation of the law.

However, it seems as if the boy had anticipated it, yet not prepared for it as his blue-green eyes are now a very, very dull blue, the color itself void of any emotion but undiluted terror and their depths almost too deep to watch as it seems as if Harry is lost inside the memory of that event, something that worries me greatly.
Lea seems the first to respond to seeing Harry like this as he phases over – using that same dark magic as he used to get to Cornelius' office earlier – and takes a seat on Harry's left, apparently putting all his focus on his right hand before he lies it on the boy's back and slowly draws circles on the skin there as he does.
This, somehow, actually seems to catch Harry's attention and relief floods through me, before suddenly – just when Lea's hand goes down to Harry's lower back – the boy freezes up all over again, his blue-green eyes turning icy blue – colder and harder than Riku's crystal colored eyes – and before I realize it, does the boy flee.

Harry's POV

I had expected Fudge to use my past mishaps against me during the Hearing as the man seemed determined to get a guilty verdict out of me and had anticipated for him to shout about the night Aunt Marge insulted my parents, yet I had not expected the man's wording and to hear the words blew up reminded me of one thing.
The pain of how my own virginity had been blown to pieces by that incredibly thick walking cane – the one that, without any mercy, had been pushed into my rectal area and had been pushed in and out of it, regardless of my screams, my cries and my tears, for minutes on end, minutes that still feel like hours all these years later.
I had actually felt that same pain down in my seating area yet again as the words rushed through my mind again and again, making me vividly remember that night, only to suddenly feel something else, something that wasn't part of the memory at all and that made me slowly again realize where I was – and who I was with.

Feeling relieved to be with my beloveds and my family – and not with that woman – do I slowly feel myself growing new strength over my subconscious memories and feel my ability to repress growing with each stroke of that warm, comforting hand on my back – only to suddenly feel that hand move just a little too low.
This had caused for that same memory to hit me in the mind like a jackhammer, just like the memories of my aunt Lily's murder was constantly pushed to the surface by the Dementors and – knowing I can't perform magic again – had I done the only thing I could – I had pushed away from the hand and fled the room.
Feeling like a coward and an idiot for doing this, as the realization of where I am has yet to be defeated by the power of the memory, do I run and run and run and run, not caring that I woke my grandmother's portrait or that I am knocking over other portraits and heirlooms spread around the hallway floor.
All I care about is getting as far away from that hand and that book and that memory and then suddenly – that hand is back. Back around me, back around my body together with the arm and body that are attached to it and its partner hand, a left one, is also around me, both of them holding me strongly as I struggle against their hold.

Lea's POV

The reaction my little flame gave to those words worry the living flames out of me and I had done the only thing I thought of doing, I phased over and used my control over my most basic element, fire, to heat up the skin of my hand and to allow for Harry to feel the warmth that flows through my blood as it flows through my hand.
I had laid my hand on his back and had caressed it as I had seen Sirius sometimes caress either his sons or his mate and as I had seen Sora caress the skin on Riku's cheek every now and then and it had actually been working for the shortest of time, Harry calming down under my touch and slowly but surely moving himself to lie in my arms.
Yet, when my hand had, accidentally, moved itself to caress the lower part of Harry's back had the boy tensed yet again, his body even tighter than before and his eyes making me want to kill whoever hurt him enough to cause that kind of cold-blooded fear and before I had been able to do anything else, had Harry fled.

Everyone had been shocked by this, some of them even apparently paralyzed by the effects of Harry's Empathic magic, yet I had felt nothing but my own worries for my mate keeping me focused and I had allowed for a very small flame to attach itself to Harry's shirt before the boy had been able to flee out of the room completely.
I had then quickly connected my mind to the flame continued to sense it out and after sensing its host bumping up against various artifacts, that I just know will hurt Harry in the long run, did I realize something terrifying – Harry was heading for the room of the Weasley Matriarch without even knowing it himself.
Instantly reacting to this, had I used my phasing ability to get out of the room myself and I had transported myself slightly ahead of where I sensed my little flame heading off to and while I worry for as to why Harry would instinctively do such a thing, had I been just in time to catch the boy as he ran right at me.

I instantly wrap my arms around him, not caring for how he struggles or how his fists try to pump against my chest in order for me to let him go and while I can't help but wonder what memory could have resurfaced from what we just read and why my hand lowering down to his lower back causes all of this, do I not relent my hold.
Harry fights and struggles, the tears in his eyes breaking me apart and making me want to let him go out of fear that I am causing him this pain, but I just know that he will be hurt even more if I do, so I keep my hold on him firm and strong, knowing this will be one of many tests for my skill as his Dominant mate.
Then Sirius seems to use his own form of transportation as the man appears close beside me and seems just as intent as me to comfort the young man, until he sees that I am already holding him and he nods, his eyes wary and worried, yet his stance proving that he relies on me to do this as he slowly moves back to lean against the wall.
I keep my eyes on him a little longer, but then focus back on the still struggling teen in my arms and whisper: "Harry, it's me, little flame. Open your eyes. See where your feet are leading you. Don't let them get you, babe. You can't let them get you." And only then does even Sirius seem to realize how close we are to the Weasley women.

The man's lips thin out and he growls softly in the back of his throat, but otherwise keeps himself calm and turns back to us as I keep trying to let Harry open those tightly closed eyes, of which tears are still falling and that – I just know – are closed in fear of whatever is haunting this poor little one's memories and mindscape.
Then finally does it seem as if my grasp on him is stronger than his need to fight and he lowers his arms, crying in my arms as he leans against me, his form defeated and his voice sounding as if he just saw his father get murdered before his very eyes, the sound making me silently wish I was a Nobody all over again.
Instead of that, do I further lower my head, burying my nose and lips in his beautiful hair and whispering: "Open your eyes, Harry." Believing against even my own hopes that these words will be enough and getting my beliefs proven right as Harry slowly opens his eyes, blinking in confusion before he tenses again.

Instantly Sirius is at our side and a single glance from the man is enough to make me let go, Sirius taking Harry's form in his arms only a second after I did so and somehow making a sound that isn't quite a purr, yet not quite the whistling tone of a bird either, yet the sound itself calming even my worried nerves as I listen to it.
Harry instantly seems to relax upon hearing the sound and then Sirius whispers: "He deserves to know." And Harry tenses again, yet while Sirius spoke, does he instantly go back to making the comforting sound that I can only revert to as some kind of humming and while Harry calms, does he still whimper in soft fear.
This makes me want to hold Harry just like Sirius is now doing, but the man sends me a very short, very stern glance that tells me to wait even if the glance takes only two seconds, before he whispers: "He barely knows you, Harry, yet he was the first to respond. There is obviously more to your bond than you know.
He is obviously meant to be closer to you than the twins for some reason and you owe it to him for responding even before we could. It won't take him long to figure things out, not when he starts to put the pieces of the puzzle inside this memory together. Be the one to tell him, Harry, trust him and let him know – on your terms."

And while feeling as if I should feel insulted for being spoken about as if I'm not here, does it seem as if Harry agrees with his father as he makes a very soft, agreeing noise before sending me a single look, the worry and fear in his eyes breaking my heart as they have nothing to do with whatever memory was brought up by the reading.
The fear and worry are due to Harry being afraid of where our relationship will go once he tells me this hidden truth and I slowly move over to him, making sure I keep an eye on Sirius to see if I have the man's approval and when the man responds by letting go of Harry as slowly as I am approaching them, do I send the man a quick smile.
I then finally reach Harry and bend myself down to his level, my hands warmed up by the fire ability within me that I again awakened and I try to get those beautiful blue-green eyes to shine like they did before as I lock eye-contact and while fear and worry do have the upper hand over my little mate's eyes are they not alone in there.
Along with the worry and the fear, do I - deep down behind these emotions – see a strong hint of need, desire and love and somehow, between these two stages of emotions, do I see determination and strength growing within my mate's eyes, as if these five emotions are evolving within them and turning into that strength.

This all together causes for the cold void of the icy-blue color of my mate's eyes to turn back into a very strong aquatic green and while I feel relieved to see those beautiful gems shine yet again, do I just know that – whatever Harry is about to tell me – it will be my reaction to the strength growing inside those gems that will determine everything.
Then Harry speaks and says: "L-L-Lea, I – I really – I really don't want to tell you this, as – as I have always been told to keep things like this to myself and that no one would believe me even if I did, but – but I don't want this to remain a secret while you, the twins and I evolve our bond with each other and grow as close as my – as my parents."
This makes me smile at my little mate, grateful beyond words that Harry – while being afraid – is still willing to share this terrifying secret with me and I nod at him once, telling him with that one nod that I will listen and that I will accept whatever he wishes to tell me, not to mention that nothing he tells me will change how I feel.
Harry seems to realize this as he locks his gaze with mine and then he takes a deep breath, his gaze lost to mine for a short second as he closes his eyes before he opens them again and says: "If – if we were – to – to ever grow – grow close enough that we – we wish to – to prove our love or to – to consummate our bond – then –."

Here Harry stops, his determination apparently having left him the longer he spoke, but his words, together with the memory of him tensing up when my hand reached his lower back, already does exactly as Sirius said before as I finally realize what my mate fears and what memory was brought up by the reading.
My eyes widen and the fire inside of me dies out with a strong gust of wind that seems to have been caused by the shock I feel coursing through me and while I can't believe that anyone would be cruel and disgusting enough to do that – let alone to their own supposed nephew – can I think of only one way to respond to this.
I pull Harry close and hug him to myself as tightly as before, my need to protect him against the emotions caused by this memory rising with vigor as the thought of him having been raped courses through my mind again and again, the thought sounding like some kind of demon wanting to torture me with this fact.
I shake my head at this, knowing my mate can't take it for me to be fighting such an inner demon right now and I whisper: "You remain beautiful, love. This fact does not change how I feel. I still love you, Harry. Nothing can destroy the love that shines within my heart for you, no darkness, no Dark magic, no disgusting facts or memories."

And again Harry's body starts to shake in my arms, but this time because of tears that fall down his eyes and sobs that wrack his lithe form as he clings himself to me, his arms wrapping themselves around my waist and his hands almost tearing my robe apart in my little one's need to bury his fingers in the fabric on my back.
I let go off his back with one arm and softly move it up to his head, pushing it inside my shoulder before softly letting my hand go and down the back of his head, my fingers getting lost in his tresses, only to gently untangle themselves again and to move back up to the top, burying themselves in his hair and caressing his skin all over again.
All the while do neither Sirius or I say a single word, both of us knowing without speaking that words won't make a single difference to Harry and that the boy just needs the physical confirmation that we are here right now, something Sirius responds to by moving back to us and hugging his son from the back, one arm around me as well.

Albus' POV

I don't know what happened after Harry left, or what happened after either Lea or Sirius tracked the boy down and followed him, but whatever it is, it seems to have actually caused for the bond between Lea and Harry to strengthen and it seems to have also caused for some kind of inner peace to settle within young Harry.
The boy has tear tracks all over his face, his hair is again very messy thanks to what I can only assume is either Sirius' or Lea's hand having gone through it continuously and, yet, his entire form seems to disappear with a loving happiness into the warm embrace Lea gives him by just having a single arm around his shoulders.
Sirius then leads the two in and takes James on his left, while causing for some space to appear on his right and while James sends a worried glance their way, does Lea take Harry over to the seat and does he gently lead Harry into sitting partially onto the man's lap, one of his legs entwined with Harry's as he keeps Harry's frame under his arm.

We all look at the two of them, Harry shockingly enough responding to this by hiding his face in Lea's shoulder and Lea being as gentle as a mother treats her newborn infant as he lies his hand on the side of Harry's head in such a way, his eyes and cheek are actually being hidden from view before Sirius gathers the attention of all of us.
We all look at the man and he shakes his head, his eyes haunted like they were after he escaped Azkaban, yet stern and shining with the strength that befalls the Lord of a Powerful family and I realize that whatever happened, actually caused for Lea to be emotionally adopted by Sirius as another son before I quickly continue reading.

"And you … at school."

This makes me feel the need to halt in my reading as Cornelius' blind determination now annoys even me, but then I notice how two other residents in this room are as angry as I feel annoyed and one of the twins growls: "And how does he know of those actions?" And the other goes on: "Certainly not from parents within the Wizengamot."
And Arthur lowers his head in shame, while I personally feel as if this was neither the time nor place for the two to bring us all this new revelation as I look at Harry worriedly, feeling he won't take this new piece of information well, yet the boy seems suddenly obvious to the happenings going on around him and Lea.
Lea has changed the point of view of his mate and Harry is now gazing into Lea's eyes, the man having tilted his head a little as he smiles at Harry and softly lets a single hand go from Harry's left eye down to his jaw line and back up, the caress and the emotions shining in Lea's eyes apparently captivating Harry as I read on.

"But, as … Fudge savagely.

"Not during a trial or Hearing and certainly not within the period of time where this took place." Sirius replies to the reading coldly, his anger not as strong as I had expected and I realize that the man is holding back just to make sure he doesn't draw the attention of his son, Harry having reverted back to his old position.
I personally feel amazed that Harry and Lea can close themselves off from the rest of the world just by Harry being encased in Lea's embrace and Lea's continuous caressing of Harry's hair and now upper back, both of them having very peaceful, loving smiles on their faces and while I hope that this event can be repeated at later chapters, do I read on.

"Of course … been kissed…

This actually causes for a small reaction to come from Harry as the boy shudders ever so softly before he actually pushes himself deeper into Lea's embrace, but the man merely lowers his head a little more into Harry's hair and whispers: "I'm still here, Harry, I'm still here." And while shocked at these simple words, do I read on.

Twice he … than half!

This causes for the tension that had been growing within the room all chapter to be released by a sigh that is released from the throats of everyone around me and even I catch myself releasing a breath I hadn't even known I was holding and while the smile on Harry's face grows after these sighs are released, do I still read on, almost done.

Breathing very … all charges."

This, while the clear evidence of Cornelius having been against wanting to say these words angers me from the inside, still makes the happiness over the end results of this chapter over win any other emotion that courses through me and a single look around proves me that others are feeling the same as they all smile and smirk as I read on.

"Excellent," said … the dungeon.

This makes me cringe as I know darn well why my book-self is doing this, do I feel my determination to do so lower and diminish and die with every paragraph that I read over the last hour or so and I shake my head, not even knowing why I thought I could do such a thing to a boy who has grown to become such a strong part of my heart.
Knowing that, in the end, I will only end up hurting the both of us, do I look at Harry, but the boy seems still obvious to his surroundings and Lea instead catches my glance, the redhead shaking his head to indicate that now is just not the time for his mate to return to the rest of us and I nod, accepting the man's decision regarding his mate.


BLOODY HELL!
Okay, I was totally not planning to let this chapter take this long, have this many interludes in between or for Lea and Harry to grow this close this quick. I just felt an undefeatable need to get some HarryxLea romance and I wanted to follow up with that little thing Sirius told Harry when he went to comfort him.
Sorry, but I just want those problems with those Muggles out of the way and it was REALLY hard to find a good way and chance for Harry to come clean to anyone. I just felt that Lea – next to James and Sirius – was the best candidate and because James had accepted for Sirius to go and because Sirius already knew – well, do the math.
Okay, from here on out there won't be any more CR chapters for a while. The next few chapters will be about Harry and the Potter-Blacks moving, Harry and Sora learning of the basics regarding their Heritage and their roles as Primary Heirs and – of course – the Hearing and how the Potter-Black-Longbottom family takes it to storm.
I'm doing it like this because 1. I hate this part of the CR story – okay, I pretty much hate OotP, but that's just my problem, not yours. 2. I hate Umbridge and want to get things with her over with. 3. I want to get to that Weasley Meeting. 4. I want to divide the chapters of this story evenly between CR and none-CR-chapters.
Okay, enjoy

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