The Wedding and The Warning

"Just like old times, Hermione," said Harry.

She smiled and nodded, the light from the moon lamp shining off her green nose and cheeks.

Harry disarmed the troll and Hermione sent the club flying into the air and brought it down upon his head.

"Oh, great job," said Sukie clapping. She put an arm around Jason's shoulder. "But if trolls can get in here and paint rude messages, then we're going to have to find another site. Come on Jason."


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Harry and Hermione got married that Summer in the Black's Caribbean resort where Sirius had hidden the previous Summer. It was a great spot for it, the sun blazing down on the white sand and azure sea.

A number of their schoolfriends attended, including Dean and Seamus. Harry noticed that Hermione got Seamus to sign one of those binding contracts as well. She had drawn up their marriage vows. She had drawn a loophole in one of hers. Harry supposed it was so she could have other sexual partners, even though she was giving her whole heart to him. Still, she was the only girl for him.

Hermione looked great in a white dress, her green face an even more amazing contrast as she grinned at him with pearly teeth. Ash cantered after them up the aisle and maintained a respectful silence through the ceremony. Hermione chucked a bunch of flowers away and Sukie swooped down like lightening and caught them. She grinned down at Jason and winked.

They made love on the beach that evening. Harry fell asleep afterwards (this was his first time, so don't be too hard on him) and awoke to gaze into Hermione's soft, brown eyes. She was gazing at him tenderly. Then they went swimming together. The sea was tepid. Hermione's naked body was very pale in the moonlight – a contrast then to her bright green face. Her boobs were really swollen and leaked milk into the sea. When they got back to the shore, Ash woke up – she had been curled asleep in the sand. She nuzzled Harry's hand. "Daddy," she whinnied.

After Hermione had breast fed her foal, she and Harry made love again. Harry could hardly believe it. She was his wife at last.

Then he nodded off again as Hermione kissed him softly on the cheek.

But his dreams were not pleasant. He could see a scene of an underground cavern. It seemed very far away and yet hard and clear. There was a suit of steel armour with weird lenses in the helmet for eyes. Ron was there!

"It is ready, my Lord, just like I said. I knew exactly where the armour could be stolen. Will this really do for a temporary body while you regain power?"

A mist, white as bone, gathered around the armour. There was a flash of red – scarlet eyes appeared in the mist. Then the mist seeped into the armour and the eye piece glowed red.

A voice emanated from the armour. It was the voice of Voldemort!

"It will. This vessel can channel magic and it is virtually unassailable. The blood, flesh and bone potion would have worked too, although it can result in having a deformed body. You have done well, Weasel King," said Voldemort. "Just as I knew you would. And I see you have brought a sacrifice to prove yourself."

Harry gasped to see a pale, freckly, red headed girl lying asleep or unconscious on the cavern floor.

"She has the Horcrux in her as you suspected," said Ron. "When Harry ruined the diary obviously it still had a psychic link to her so could jump back into her subconscious and sleep there until now."

"She is too valuable to me to risk. She will have to be locked up somewhere," said Voldemort. "But you have proven competent and faithful where Lucius was not. Wormtail was right to recruit you."

"No one knew me better than Wormtail. We shared a bed for long enough," said Ron. Harry gagged.

Voldemort's sinister voice echoed around the cavern. "Now Lord Voldemort is ready to return!"

Harry snapped awake and sat up with a gasp.

"Harry, dear… are you alright?" Hermione sounded anxious.

"No, I'm not alright. We've got to see Dumbledore. I saw something. Voldemort is back. He's found another way to get a body."


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They told Dumbledore the next morning. "I fear that Voldemort has indeed returned," said the old Machiavelli solemnly. "But what the Minister's attitude will be remains to be seen."

Unfortunately, it transpired that the Minister refused to accept that Voldemort had returned. The consequences of this are another story…

THE END