Kurt's attention was pulled by knocking on the kitchen door as he was walking from the bathroom. He considered ignoring it but knew that it had to be important for someone to interrupt his vacation. His obligation to the rebellion compelled him to answer the door, hoping that he could resolve the issue swiftly so that he could enjoy his last afternoon of romantic bliss.

Disappointment flooded through Kurt's body as soon as he opened, he felt bad that this was his reaction to his friend. Hermione stood there on the cottage's kitchen stoop sobbing and Kurt couldn't help rolling his eyes as he stepped aside to let her into the cottage. She sniffled loudly as she entered the kitchen and tried several times to start speaking but her thoughts failed to form into anything resembling the English language.

"Kurt?" Charlie called from the bedroom.

"Hermione's here," Kurt smiled politely, "because I don't deserve happiness."

"Oh," Hermione seemed to realise, for the first time, that Kurt was wrapped only in a negligee and she was interrupting, "I can come back later."

"No," Kurt shook his head, "it was in bad taste to break in someone else's bed." Kurt pulled his best friend into a hug, "now that you've found your words, tell me what happened."

"I left it for today," Hermione sobbed, "they got on the red eye."

"Oh," Kurt cupped her face in his hands, wiping away her tears as they fell, "you poor baby, let's have a cup of tea and you can tell me all about it." she shook her head, "or not."

"Harry says his aunt liked Lisa," Hermione hiccupped as she pulled herself toward herself.

"Lisa informed me," Kurt agreed, "apparently, it was a very strange night." Kurt stopped short of putting the kettle to boil, "I just replaced everything in here, can we have tea later?"

"We're about to fight Death Eaters all through England," Hermione gaped, "this could be my last meal."

"Mrs Weasley was adamant that she would serve dinner," Kurt shook his head, "she would have vultures rip your liver out if you declined a portion."

"Fine," Hermione huffed. She was quiet for a moment, Kurt waited for her to be comfortable enough to speak again. After letting the moment stretch longer than was comfortable, she made eye contact with him, "so, you're sexually active, tell me about that."

"That's not any of your business," Kurt shook his head.

Hermione scoffed, "I'm your best friend! We share everything! I told you about mufftown!"

"Because you're a dumb bitch," Kurt shook his head, "I'm not giving you a blow by blow of how things went down, that is very high on my list of things that aren't happening."

"You don't have to pretend for me," Charlie smirked, leaning against the door frame in just a pair of jeans, "you're going to tell her anyway. So, tell her."

He pulled on his shirt and both teens tilted their heads to drink in the way his muscles rippled when he lifted his arms. Hermione's mouth fell open, "You had that on top of you?"

"I was on top a few times myself," Kurt bit his lower lip and wagged a suggestive brow.

"Is that all you two did for three weeks?"

"We also read quite a few books," Charlie countered, he stepped up to Kurt and kissed him chastely on the cheek, "expanded our world views, promised to travel and planned our lives together." He pulled Kurt's head down and kissed him on the forehead, "I'm going to go set up and meet you there."

"Of course, I will see you later," as soon as he turned around, Kurt gestured for Hermione to watch. The pair broke out in a fit of giggles, "That makes it worth the fact that he can fit into a baby carrier."

"I heard that," Charlie shouted, throwing jeans and a t-shirt at him.

"What?" Kurt gaped at him, "Am I supposed to pretend that you're tall?"

Charlie stormed back into the room, wagging an angry index finger in Kurt's face, "just for that, I'm going to die tonight."

"You wouldn't dare," Kurt stared him down, "not when you've committed yourself to being Bill's best man."

"Maybe letting people down and breaking my promises is my new mode of operation."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Kurt smirked.

"Goodbye Hermione," Charlie kissed him on the cheek again, "later."

He picked up their luggage and disapparated. Hermione looked at Kurt in awe, "You two have a very strange relationship."

"We're very different people," Kurt shrugged, "the little bit where our personalities overlap is amplified when we're together."

"I see that," Hermione nodded, her shock not gone, "you two enable each other."

"Well," Kurt shrugged, "there is more to Charles than meets the eye."

"Is that so?" Hermione's lips twisted into wicked grin, "more, you say."

"That's enough on that matter," Kurt scolded her.

She shook her head, "you have to tell me, that's how this friendship works."

"Maybe," Kurt crossed his arms, "it isn't working anymore."

"Does protecting your modesty mean that much to you?"

"I don't feel right," Kurt shook his head, "I think some details are too intimate to share."

"Well, he whisked you off the platform and brought you here…" Hermione put her face in a cradle made of the backs of her hands, "then what?"

"He brought me here," Kurt dropped into the chair opposite hers, "and poured me a glass of champagne as soon as we arrived." A blush creeped up Kurt's neck, "I was tired from the train ride, so we took a bath and went to bed."

"I don't follow," Hermione shook her head.

"I took off all my clothes and got in the tub," Kurt smirked, "Charles joined me…"

"Ellipses?"

"Yes," Kurt nodded coyly, "then he carried me to the bedroom, I didn't have time to put on clothes before… ellipses."

"Another ellipses so soon after the first?" Hermione gaped at him, "you must have been exhausted."

"An ellipses first thing in the morning," Kurt pursed his lips but the urge to smirk was too strong, and his lips settled on a middle ground, "it's quite the refreshing experience."

Hermione chuckled, "just three weeks of that?"

"We read a few dozen books too," Kurt blushed more violently, "while I was in his arms, or he was in mine."

Hermione got to her feet, "I have plans to… ellipses with Viktor, I was hoping to do it tomorrow before things go pear shaped."

"Because things are going and you don't want to die a virgin or-"

"No," Hermione shook her head, "I'm grown, I'm ready to take this step and I want to take it with Viktor."

"Well," Kurt shrugged, "who am I to judge your choice to become sexually active."

"Yes," Hermione turned her nose up, "I am woman, hear me moan!"

"If need be, you can do anything," Kurt teased, "You are strong, you are invincible!"

"I am woman!" Hermione exclaimed with a giggle.

"Okay woman, let me put my pants on and you can roar allover London," Kurt got to his feet and stepped into his pants, took off the negligee and pulled on a t-shirt, "where are my shoes?"

"Here they are," Hermione handed him a pair of running shoes, "isn't this a little dressed down for you?"

Kurt shrugged, "I'm trying my hand at pragmatism over style."

"How's it working for you?"

Kurt stepped back and twirled on the spot, "You tell me."

"Damnit," Hermione groaned, "I'd convinced myself that it was all bells and whistles but you're really pretty."

"And don't you ever forget it," Kurt held his hand out for his best friend, "come with me."

She stepped forward and extended her hand before hesitating, "you're not going to kiss me, right?"

"In your dreams," Kurt rolled his eyes and grabbed her by the wrist, they side-by-side apparated to the suburban splendor of Little Whinging. Kurt and Hermione stood on the curb holding hands for a moment longer than they needed to, "time to save Harry Potter… again."

"At least you don't have to become him," Hermione shrugged, letting go of Kurt's hand, "I'm going to be short."

"You and Harry are the same height," Kurt quirked a curious brow.

"Which is short for a boy," Hermione countered, taking off ahead of him, "which one is it?"

"That one," Kurt pointed to the house without a station wagon parked in the driveway, "number four." They followed the path to the front door, "they have a lovely lawn."

"You are so domestic," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Do you think it's Kentucky bluegrass?" Kurt stared down at the lawn, "ours isn't this perfect, this can't be the same strain."

"Kurt," Hermione called for him from the doorway, where she and harry were waiting for him.

"Hello Harry Potter," Kurt smiled politely, "your aunt has a lovely lawn, what species of grass is this?"

"Is he quite alright?"

"I'm well," Kurt entered the vacant foyer, "thank you."

"Anyone else here?" Harry shook his head, "pity, I wanted to get this over with."

"Nymphadora and Remus got married last week," Kurt announced, "it was a cute little ceremony at Andromeda's."

"What?" Harry gaped at him.

"Just close family," Kurt explained, "actually, it was the couple and Nymphadora's parents. I was Andromeda's guest." Kurt observed the crown moulding as he spoke, "they decided against a large wedding because of the times and you couldn't make it."

"I would have gone!"

"How?" Kurt quirked a curious brow, "you can't apparate because you're still underage and the ministry has made it illegal to bring a portkey anywhere near here. You're being monitored, remember?"

"The whole reason we're here," Hermione corroborated Kurt's claims, she stepped to the door under the stairs, "is this the cupboard in question?" Harry nodded, "Kurt, you are truly an asshole."

"Don't make it real," Kurt shook his head, "you're ruining the joke."

"Yes Hermione," Harry scolded, "you're ruining the joke."

The doorbell rang and Harry moved to answer it but Kurt stopped him, "what if like vampires in books, the act of opening the door to them breaks all the wards you have set up?"

Harry looked confused, "what wards?"

"You didn't put up any wards?"

"I thought Dumbledore had," Harry shrugged.

"Those would have been deactivated when he died," Kurt shook his head, "same way my baby grand disappeared when the Headmaster died."

Harry shrugged again, "I guess I got lucky."

"This is why you're famous for being alive," Kurt shook his head, "it confounds the mind that you're still doing it."

"Mean," Harry gasped.

"Could one of you open the bloody door," Alastor Moody called from the porch. Harry opened for him and a convoy of people filed in through the foyer and into the empty lounge, "Hummel, Granger. Good to see you're already here, all we're missing is Tonks and Lupin."

Kurt shook his head, "they can't make it."

"What?"

"It'll be fine," Kurt smiled comfortingly, "seven is just as good as eight."

"It's less," Fred pointed out.

"Thank you for pointing that out," Kurt glared at spiffily dressed Weasley, "your numeracy is improving." Kurt turned to the group as a whole, "I won't become a Potter, Charlie and I can take their places. Simple."

"Seven is supposed to be a powerful number," Alastor agreed, "I guess it's some kind of omen."

He produced the same hipflask that Barty Crouch Jr had used when he was posing as the former auror. Harry shook his head, "What is going on? Why is Kurt talking about 'becoming' a Potter?"

"Six of us are going to drink Polyjuice," George explained.

"And become ugly beyond compare," Fred continued.

"Then we'll travel to seven different locations," Hermione picked up the thread.

Ron snatched a hair from Harry's head, "then we'll have a dinner party afterwards if we survive."

"No," Harry shook his head, "that's too-"

"Shut up," Kurt raised a silencing finger, "nobody wants to hear it, this is how things are happening." He crossed his arms, "it will confuse the Death Eaters and improve the odds of everyone's survival."

"This way they'll be forced to separate and give us a better chance at beating them one on one," Ron explained, "as a group with one Harry, they'd work as a group to pick us off one at a time until they got to you."

Alastor passed the flask to George, then it moved on to Fred, Hermione, Ron and Fleur. Then the former auror handed it to a short scruffy looking man, and it was Kurt's turn to object, "who the fuck is this?"

"Mundungus Fletcher," the man gave a small bow, "at your service."

"Why is there an extra from a sad production of Oliver here?"

"Dung was in the original order," Mr Weasley came to the man's defence, "and this is his plan."

Kurt raised his hands in surrender and the man smirked, "the original plan did call for six decoys, and it cost a pretty penny."

"Don't worry," Alastor smiled as he tipped over his satchel and poured out identical sets of clothing for the Potter doubles to wear. The smile unsettled Kurt, reminding him of Barty Crouch Jr, "I'll keep my good eye on him."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I am so done. Hermione?"

"Yes," Harry answered, dressed in a lavender jumper.

"You're with me."

"Shouldn't one of the older more experienced Potters be with you?" Bill queried.

"Brightest witch of the age," Kurt pointed at Hermione and then to himself, "most powerful wizard alive." He smiled condescendingly, "I think we'll be fine."

"Don't," Charlie shook his head and the taller brother retracted without a word.

"Then Ron's with Charlie," Alastor Moody starter to list off the pairings, "everybody paired up?" there was a resounding agreement.

"You ready?" He asked Hermione, she moved to speak but something caught Kurt's attention, "look, Harry Potter's kissing Bill Weasley."

"Gross," Hermione chuckled.

"If the plan had gone as intended, I'd be kissing Harry Potter too," Charlie teased, he kissed Kurt deeply and his world tilted as it always did, "I'll see you at dinner."

Kurt smirked and then pulled Charlie in for another kiss, "I bet you this is a hundred times better than the boy who lived could dream of doing."

"That's enough," Hermione scolded them before they could go for a third lip lock.

"Wow," Kurt shook his head with disapproval, "finally, the little green-eyed monster is revealed."

"Hey," Harry and Charlie chorused.

"You can't dig on the green eyes," Harry protested, "They're just like my mother's."

"And lay off on the short jokes," Charlie sulked.

Kurt leaned forward to whisper in his boyfriend's ear, "You're tall in all the ways that matter."

"Yes, we get it," Hermione rolled her eyes, "he's taller in more way, let's go."

Kurt rolled his eyes and threw his arm over Hermione's Harry shoulder, "yes Harry, let's go to Andromeda's."

"You're not going to Andromeda's," Charlie rolled his eyes, "you're going to your house."

"Oh," Kurt nodded, "my house is easy, it's right here. Where are you going?"

"To Remus and Tonks' place," He smirked, "I'll see you later."

"Let's go use expilliarmus and stupefy like we don't know any other spells," Hermione lead him out of the front door.

"I heard that!" Harry protested from the crowd.

"That was intentional," Hermione called back.

"They're making us fly," Kurt rolled his eyes, "we could be there in an hour if we took the train."

"On broomsticks?"

"They sourced a thestral for us."

"If we get on the thestral, do we disappear or do we look like we're floating in a sitting position?"

"That's a very good question," Kurt nodded, "most of these people saw Sirius or someone else die, we can't ask any of them."

"Who do you know who hasn't seen death?"

"Almost everyone I know saw Finn die."

"Tracey wasn't there," Hermione exclaimed as she mounted the thestral, "she was watching the children when Finn died, and she wasn't there to see Sirius die."

Kurt nodded to himself, "Her parents are both alive, I think that means she's never seen death… I'll have to check with her."

"She'll probably have seen death by the next time you see her," Hermione shook her head, Kurt held on tightly to Harry Potter's waist.

"Sad but true."

"I hope this is like riding a horse," Hermione muttered.

"Okay, nobody stops," Alastor Moody announced, "Not till you make it to your respective destinations, not even if one of us is killed." He got onto his handicap adjusted broomstick, "to dinner or bust."

Kurt held back a chuckle at the silliness of the war cry, "to dinner or bust."

Hermione nudged the thestral into motion and they took off, Kurt kept his wands at the ready. Hermione would be too busy flying to help him ward off any attackers, he needed every advantage on his side and that meant simultaneous spellcasting. Kurt didn't expect that they would be pursued because the plan had been kept top secret, but if the Dark Lord had half the foresight Kurt had then somebody would be watching the house and dozens of Death Eaters would arrive to chase down Harry Potter.

They hadn't been flying over the uniform suburban rooftops for long when Kurt heard a distinctly familiar cackle. The group scattered immediately; Hermione steered them in a northwesterly direction. Kurt scanned the periphery to see if they were being followed, he spotted Charlie and Harry on broomsticks on one side of them, Harry and Mr Weasley were just behind them, and above them was Hagrid's oversized flying motorcycle with Harry in the sidecar.

"If they make us, I'll take them out," Kurt whispered in Hermione's ear, "You go on to my place and we'll meet there."

"I don't need to be saved," Hermione rolled her eyed, "I am woman!"

"Not right now Hermione," Kurt shook his head, "you're Harry Potter and if you were the real thing then I would be expected to sacrifice myself to save you."

"Well," Hermione shook her head, "I'm not like that, that is not expected of you today, we'll fight together." Hermione moved to tuck a tuft of hair behind her ear but came up short because there was no hair there, "I won't have you stepping in front of me, I saw what that did to you."

"This isn't about that," Kurt shook his head.

"Isn't it?"

The cackling grew louder and the Death Eaters were upon them before they'd left Little Whinging, Hermione took evasive maneuvers and the group fractured further. Kurt pointed his wand at the group that pursued them, he saw his father and uncle leading the charge. Kurt fired off a number of defensive spells, the disarming charm, but they were moving too erratically for him to make his mark.

"Did you just say expilliarmus?"

"Yes," Kurt furrowed his brow, "why?"

"Don't pull your punches now," Hermione scolded him, "shoot lightening or something."

"what if it spooks the thestral?"

"Don't do that," Hermione shook her head, "don't act like you're not afraid you'll kill them." She scoffed, "were you going to throw yourself to the wolves and stupefy them into submition."

"Well…"

"You're Kurt Elizabeth Hummel," Hermione giggled, "bad ass and all-round good guy, nothing you do will change that."

"I've stepped away from the l-"

"This isn't the time for this conversation," Hermione shook her head, "but you're a good guy, now save our lives."

"Swing back around for me," Kurt instructed her.

He let go of Harry Potter's waist and loosened his thigh muscles, allowing inertia to pull him off the thestral. Lightening exploded from all of his pored as he whispered his first spell, "Aresto momentum."

His movement slowed and created the illusion that he was floating, he twisted mid air and pointed his wand at his uncle- Kurt blew the man out of the sky with little regard for what would become of the man, whether he would splatter on the A-road below them. He scanned around him for his next target and he caught sight of Thorfinn Rowle, another relative for him to attack. This one would be personal, his bleach blond distant relative was the death eater who had killed Finn.

Kurt pointed both wands at the pale man, "Aro." Large plumes of blue flames lit up the night as Rowle tried to evade his blasts. Kurt caught sight of Hermione circling back out of the corner of one eye, and Rodolphus raising his wand out of the other. He made quick work of turning one wand to his father, throwing the large man's flight pattern- and aim- off and allowing Hermione the opportunity to swing by and grab him by his t-shirt.

There was a display of aerial aerobics and Kurt was twisted back onto the thestral, his body regaining weight when he was settle in his seat- between Hermione and the thestral's head, facing their rear. Thorfinn and Rodolphus were hot on their heels, still in pursuit of the boy who lived. Kurt had a better vantage in his new seat and was able to point his wands at both of the men simultaneously; firing off curse, after jinx, after Hex in an effort to throw them off. Both were agile flyers, Rodolphus' history as a quidditch player made itself obvious in the grace with which he moved in the sky. Kurt held back a chuckle and it manifested as a smirk- he thought of his father's prowess for, and his aversion to flying.

"Legumina," Kurt fired the jinx from both wands and the resulting pulse of energy threw both men off their brooms and accelerated their thestral to such a speed that the beast neighed in fear. It took a while for Hermione to regain control of their flight and they were flying over London now, "land this majestic beast."

"What?"

"just land," Kurt insisted.

"Where?"

"Anywhere," Kurt shrugged, "we can lose them in the city on foot, then apparate to my place and take the floo to the burrow."

"Okay," Hermione touched down on the rooftop of a town house at the end of a row. They disembarked and Kurt took Harry's hand, jumping off the roof while the thestral flew off to whatever pastures if called its own. He breathed deeply, relaxing for the first time since they'd left the Dursley's house, "Aresto momentum."

They touched down on the pavement in front of the unknown house, Kurt didn't recognise the neighbourhood but without letting go of the hand he held in his own he took of at a run. They tried to keep to the shadows, looking to the sky to see if any of their pursuers were still following them. Hermione pulled him into a dark snicket and stood him up straight against the wall, she looked dead in his eyes as if she were searching for something and Kurt turned away from her.

They apparated and they were in the formal lounge of his home, Hermione held his face so he was looking Harry Potter dead in the eye, "what is wrong with you?"

"I could have killed them," Kurt's voice sounded more shaken in his ears than he expected, "oh god, I probably killed them."

"Kurt," Hermione shook her head, "what is going on with you?"

"Oh Hermione," his voice had steadied itself and turned to ice, "You cannot be this naïve."

"I don't know what you mean," Hermione shook her head.

"In a room of five people, two end up dead," Kurt shook his head, "Draco is an emotional mess and Harry Potter doesn't have the stones to kill… what do you think happened?"

Hermione was silent and a wicked grin twisted onto Kurt's face, watching his features distort in Harry's eyes. Now he held Hermione in place, looking into his eyes, "did you think Professor Snape and the Headmaster fired killing curses at the same time and both fell over dead?"

"I hadn't thought about it," Hermione shook her head.

"I killed Professor Dumbledore," Kurt spoke the words to the second person ever.

"Why?"

"He asked me to," Kurt shook his head, "and now I might have killed my father, my uncle and the man who killed Finn… I'm a killer now."

"Did you smack your head on the pavement?"

Kurt chuckled manically, "not that I recall, no."

"You helped the headmaster protect Draco," Hermione held his face as she slowly melted back into herself, "tonight, you were defending yourself and me. You were pulling your punches tonight, don't. I want to live and you should want the same."

"I don't feel bad," Kurt shook his head, "this is supposed to be heart wrenching, the thought of being a killer is supposed to haunt me and fracture my soul but I feel fine."

"And that's why Professor Dumbledore picked you, not Harry," Hermione smirked, "you're wise enough to know that there's a higher purpose."

Kurt chuckled, "I could be a monster and you'd love me for it. Everywhere I go people die and you people cheer."

"Killing bad people doesn't make you bad," Hermione shook her head, "killing good people out of necessity doesn't make you evil, it makes you strong enough to do what has to be done." Hermione kissed his cheek, "you don't have to be afraid of magic or your power. When it is time for you to be afraid of yourself, I'll let you know."

"Yes, let me know," Kurt nodded, "don't put me down like Old Yeller."

"Promise," Hermione smiled broadly and they both let go. She got to her feet, "now, I'm going to blow smoke up your ass because you were electric out there."

"Literally," they chorused with a chuckle, Hermione threw a handful of floo powder into the fireplace, "the Burrow, Ottery Saint Catchpole."

They walked into the fire hand in hand, emerging in the crowded lounge of the Burrow. Charlie flew across the room and engulfed both of them in his arms, "I'm so glad you're okay."

Hermione flipped her hair, "we had the shortest distance-"

"And you're last to arrive," Ron scolded, "we were worried."

"We're fine," Kurt dismissed their concern, "How did you do?"

"Mad-eye's dead," Charlie spoke without inflection, "Voldemort went after him first, Mundungus disapparated the moment he laid eyes on him." Kurt gasped, "Fenrir Greyback mauled bill, they took him to St Mungo's. He'll be fine because Greyback wasn't turned, but the scarring may be permanent."

"George lost his arm," Ron continued in the same disorienting impassive tone, "Got luck, raised his arm and the severing hex hit it instead of his throat." He shook his head and pointed to the kitchen, "dinner is on the stove."

Tonks got to her feet, "I'll be mum."

"Don't you dare be me," Andromeda teased, trying to lighten the mood.

Harry got to his feet, "I knew this was a bad idea the mo-"

"Shut up Harry," Ron snapped, "You might be the chosen one but not everything is fucking about you! Nobody got hurt because of you, nobody died because of you! These people died because they believed the world could be better, you might be part of achieving that but this isn't your fucking party."

"I…" Harry was speechless, "What I…"

"You," Ron walked up to his best friend and gently nudged him into the seat by his shoulders, "need to sit down and wait for supper, eleven out of fourteen of us made it through unscathed and we'll live to fight another day."

"this is what it felt like the last time," Remus spoke with sombreness that filled the room, "counting ourselves after every engagement until it hurt too much to see who was missing, how many we'd lost… Alice had a notebook of charcoal sketches of all the people we'd lost." He was silent for a moment and the solemn energy in the room sat heavy on everyone's shoulder's, "I wonder if she would see herself as deserving of one of those sketches."

Kurt cleared his throat, "Alice Longbottom suffered a fate worse than death, the long goodbye." Kurt smiled, "let us not pity the dead but rather let's celebrate that we knew them."

"Not every life can be celebrate as an experience shared, some deaths are meant to be mourned."

"If I die, I want you all to celebrate me," Ron forced a chuckle, "even if I'm as batty as Mad-eye. Tell lies about how great I was."

"Obviously," Kurt agreed, "Weasley is our king. You will obviously be remembered as such."

"We'll get Pansy to sing the song at you funeral and everything," Hermione agreed.

"Not what I meant-"

"What song?"

"The Slytherins composed a song in Ron's honour when he started playing quidditch," Hermione explained.

"It's not a thing," Ron tried to get his brother off the trail.

"If I'm remembering correctly," Remus spoke, giving into the energy around him, "Pansy Parkinson was quite the pill, her work will speak for itself."

"A student of yours?" Nymphadora asked as she distributed plates of fish pie.

"She had an attitude problem," Remus shook his head, "her schoolwork had it's hip cocked, daring you to challenge it."

"I want to hear this song more and more," Charlie grinned, feeding Kurt from his plate.

Hermione shrugged, "I'm not off book with it."

"Weasley cannot save a thing, he cannot block a single ring," Harry sang from his seat, "that's why all the Slytherins sing, Weasley is our king!"

Hermione chimed in, "Weasley was born in a bin, he always lets the quaffle in. Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our king!"

Kurt rejected another spoonful of fish pie so he could sing along on the final verse, "Weasley is our king, Weasley is our king! He always lets the quaffle in, Weasley is our king!"

"The Gryffindors tried to claim it back but it wasn't as catchy," Ron shook his head, "Pansy did too good a job on the original."

"Isn't Pansy your friend?" Charlie furrowed his brow.

"Pansy?" Remus shook his head, "Kurt was the only Slytherin I saw Ron be civil with, and even that wasn't consistent."

"She wasn't my friend when she wrote the song," Ron agreed with their former defence against the dark arts professor, "but we've come so far since then, the Slytherin girls are elite."

"Amen to that," Charlie echoed, kissing Kurt's neck and feeding him more dinner.

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