Disclaimer: I do not Own D. Grey-man or Harry Potter.

AN: Still a bit sick. Before anyone asks, my chapters will stick to being around 4,000 words each. It's my preference with this story.

Portuguese translations:

Minha Raposa: My Fox

Greek Translations:

I gáta mou: My cat

French:

Petit renard: Little Fox

Chapter~ Nineteen: Cottage and interlude

The door swung open and they walked inside. The hallway of the cottage was the same as it had been back then. A mirror on the right hand wall, an umbrella stand not far from the door, a small table with a simple vase on it, and a hallway closet. Enya's eyes focused on the vase and she noticed that it was diffrent from the one she'd had there. The one that used to be there was a white with blue wave designs. The current one was white with red foxes and red lilies. Enya glanced at Tyki and he offered her a sheepish smile, "A casualty."

Enya snorted softly and reminded him, "You hated that vase."

"That I did," Tyki's smile turned into a slight grin, "This one is a lot better,"

"Guess I'll have to find flowers for this one," Enya didn't exactly mind the loss of that particular vase.

Tyki tugged her through the dark cream colored walls of the hallway and into the living room. The living room and kitchen were a shared space though separated from one another by the diffrent flooring. The living room was covered in dark colored wood and a few rugs. The kitchen had white and purple tiles. Enya put down her bag as she let go of Tyki's hand to move further into the room. Tyki spoke softly, "I'll go put our stuff in the room."

"Yeah," Enya didn't take her eyes away from the room around her.

The living room was done in a mixture of dark browns and blacks with a smattering of other colors mostly brought by the objects scattered around the room. A large mantle and fire place sat at one end of the room and held pictures that Enya could barely remember having. A large painting sat over the mantle. It was of a forest in the middle of fall with leaves falling to the ground. On the wall with the entrance hallway and the hallway leading into the bedrooms, a few bookcases were set up with a mixture of books and knickknacks bought during someone's travels. On the other wall, a desk that she remember spending long nights alone without Tyki around writing letters, books, and poems. Next to the desk, a new feature that Enya knew Tyki had brought in was a T.V. It had a bookshelf dedicated to movies and video games which made her inwardly snicker. The absurdly comfortable couch which she remembered sleeping on far more than in her bed with it's three cushions and throw blanket. The love seat that she spent many nights curled up on while reading a book or two. The two plushy armchairs that she'd taken a real liking to one some trip to the Portugal magical districts. The coffee table that she'd picked up had been replaced by another. Enya didn't hear Tyki when he walked up behind her. She jumped when he wrapped his arms around her before leaning into him. He leaned down and laid his head on her shoulder while asking, "Remembering?"

"It's hard to believe we spent so much time here," Enya murmured softly, "B-but this place, it will definitely help me,"

"Good," He pressed a kiss to her cheek before asking, "You hungry?"

"I could eat," Enya decided after a few minutes.

Tyki chuckled and let her go before moving towards the kitchen. She followed him slowly while taking it in. The kitchen still had it's breakfast nook with the bar stool-styled chairs. A glass sliding door opened up to the back porch and the forest that seemed to stretch on forever behind it. The small table with it's mismatch of chairs was still sat close to the entrance to the bedroom hallways. The kitchen looked the same as it had with it's dark brown cabinets and marble counter top. The stove and other appliances had been changed out with a dishwasher added in. Tyki glanced at her while opening the door to the fridge, "I called the person I'm having take care of this place and he's bringing us supplies every four days. He'll be coming in two to see if we need anything, so we'll have to make a list."

"Alright," Enya slipped off the black jacket she was wearing and asked, "What are you making?"

"I was thinking that since it's rather late that we could just eat breakfast for dinner," Tyki told her and Enya nodded lightly while yawning, "I'll get started on that. Why don't you go put your things away?"

If he'd been planning on cooking anything else, Enya would have been wary as the Tyki she remembered had trouble cooking anything more than that and fish. She nodded while walking over to him and pressing a kiss to his cheek, "Be right back."

"Take your time," He turned to kiss her before she could pull away, "It'll be ten to fifteen minutes,"

"Okay," Enya left the kitchen and headed into the hallway towards the bedrooms.

The first door she encountered was opened and revealed the washing machine and dryer. Enya moved onto the one next to it and found the guest bedroom which had been Tyki's until they got together. Moving to the end of the hall, Enya turned to the left side of the hallway and opened the door to reveal the bedroom she'd spent many nights with Tyki. The bedroom was far larger than the guest room and had a small fireplace. The king-sized bed that took up a lot of the room was covered in a dark purple comforter and quite a few pillows. A large bay window sat across the room from the bed with a pair of dark red drapes set up. A bookcase sat on either side of the fireplace which was on the wall across from the door. The floor was hard wood much like the rest of the house aside from the kitchen, bathrooms, and the room containing the washer. In front of the fireplace, a large bear skin rug was set up which Enya knew Tyki had probably gotten recently as she couldn't remember one being there before. The door leading to the bathroom was on the other side of the bed. Enya tired to ignore how much her mind wished to venture to the nights she spent with Tyki in this room. She quickly moved to her things which were set up on the bed.

Hermione was having a bad two weeks. Last Friday, she'd gotten the news that her first and best friend had disappeared without a trace while her relatives were brutally murdered. In the days after that, she'd been questioned thoroughly by her parents, the Aurors, and the order. After that, Dumbledore's phoenix showed up. Apparently, the stupid bird could actually speak and was rather vocal about not being Dumbledore's familiar. He'd demanded that Hermione call him Solaris before handing her a letter from Enya and disappearing. Enya's letter had been frustratingly devoid of any useful information other than that she was with people she trust and was safe. While Hermione trusted her friends ability to read people, it didn't mean that Enya had the best judgement. The pyro tended to rush in head first and light any obstacle on fire. Hermione rubbed her temples while watching the latest member of the order to question her leave. Her mother, Emma Granger, looked into the living room and asked, "Everything alright, Dear?"

"They're still looking for Enya," Hermione sighed deeply, "I really hope that wherever she is, Enya's getting her summer work done,"

"She hasn't sent you anything?" Emma asked her earning a shake of the head, "Maybe you should try owling her?"

Hermione shook her head, "No one has managed to owl her since she went missing."

"Oh dear, maybe she's behind one of those ward things you talked about?" Emma suggested earning a shrug from Hermione, "Are you alright, Dear?"

"My headache won't go away," Hermione finally understood just how hard it was for Enya to stay calm when her head was hurting, "I think I'll go lie down,"

"Alright," Emma shook her head, "Dinner will be in an hour,"

Hermione didn't both responding as she headed upstairs to her room. She laid down on her bed and wondered if she'd get one of those dreams. Another frustration of Enya's that Hermione was now coming to understand was the dreams that she couldn't remember. They felt important and Hermione could barely remember hearing a male speak in them rather frequently. Sighing softly, Hermione closed her eyes and fell asleep...

"-!" A woman that seemed familiar rushed up to her with golden markings decorating her skin, "There you are,"

"Sorry, E-" Hermione found herself saying, "- and I were working on his shielding,"

The woman let out a soft musical laugh, "I suppose it's alright then. If he needs it, I've made a batch of headache reducer for him."

"I'll make sure he get's it," Hermione felt greatful towards the woman, "They seem to be getting better, but some days..."

The woman waved her off, "Trust me,-. I understand the feeling. Mind reading and Empathy are difficult abilities to deal with."

Hermione found herself jerking awake with the memory of musical laughing and golden markings filling her mind. Not even five seconds later, Emma's voice drifted up, "Hermione! Dinner's ready!"

"Coming!" Hermione replied with a slight sigh.

Blaise Zabini had been having a slightly good week. His mother wasn't bothering about his relationship status with Enya which he was grateful for as those discussions were rather odd and felt wrong on so many levels. The downsides were that Enya had gone missing and he was being questioned on her whereabouts. He was pleased that her troublesome relatives were gone for good which meant the old bastard couldn't force her to go back to them. Another downside he was experiencing was the headaches and odd dreams that he could only half remember. He understood why Enya had trouble keeping her temper in control when around people like Ronald or Dumbledore. He sighed deeply and laid down on the windowsill in his room while ordering his personal elf, "Toffey, wake me up ten minutes before dinner if I don't wake up before then."

"Yes, Master Blaise," The house elf inclined his head lightly and disappeared with an almost soundless pop.

Blaise shut his eyes and fell asleep almost immediatly...

Blaise found himself sitting on a tree branch while glaring down at an annoyed looking brown haired teenager. The teenager was male, but that was all Blaise could really see other than the boy's golden eyes. A woman with fuzzy features save for the golden markings decorating her features laid a hand on the teenagers shoulder, "Brother, leave - be. - and he got back rather late last night."

"But-!" The teen pouted at his sister, "He promised to help me figure out the lyrics for the song I'm making,"

"I know,-" She spoke soothingly, "But he needs to rest. Perhaps you should - or -? They always have good ideas. I'll come help as well,"

The teen grinned and hugged her before disappearing with a shout that Blaise couldn't understand. Blaise looked down at the woman and said, "You didn't have to do that,-"

The woman smiled and said, "I will always look out for my family,-. You've had a busy two weeks with -, so I'm willing to help you out. Just tell me how bad it was, please."

Blaise hesitated and he could practically feel the worry that the woman was experiencing. He sighed deeply before saying, "- will be very displeased with me if I tell you. You need to rest as well, -."

He found himself sitting up as Toffey shook him lightly, "Master Blaise?"

"Thank you, Toffey," Blaise decided that he would spend his time after dinner meditating.

Perhaps, he could use that to get an understanding of what was going on in his dreams.

A hand was pressed warmly against her back. The man walking next to her was smiling warmly down at her and murmured, "I hope our family will grow again soon, -."

"-," She was smiling up at him, "We already have - and -. I don't think we need another just yet,"

He pouted down at her, "But -, we-"

"-," She stopped and forced him to as well, "I want more kids, but I wish to see - and - grow into adulthood first,"

Ginny shot up while gripping her head and muttering softly, "What the fuck?"

Just like Enya, Ginny had been having constant headaches and dreams that she couldn't even remember. A bit of frustration flowed through her as the feeling of a warm hand lingered against the small of her back. She sighed deeply and flopped back against her bed while ignoring the book she'd been reading before falling asleep.

"-," A gruff voice growled against his ear, "Remind me why we're doing this?"

George turned to his partner and smiled up at him before speaking in a girlish voice that shocked the hell out of him, "- wished for us to join everyone. You know that we cannot refuse her."

George felt odd and a glanced showed he was wearing a dress of some type. The fact he actually had breasts and didn't feel a certain part of his biology between his legs left the male feeling shocked. He didn't get a chance to think about it as the giant of a man muttered, "I just hope they have sweet things."

"You know that - will bring some. She always does," George wrapped his delicate arms around the man's waist, "It will be alright, -"

The man leaned down while muttering, "That's if - doesn't seal them all."

George shot up from the chair he was sitting in as the faint feeling of someone kissing his lips lingered. He couldn't remember the dream and felt a little disquieted by that fact. Feeling a headache bloom, George sighed while hoping it would go away as soon as Enya showed up.

"-," He called out while moving a boiling pot of something off the fire, "Do you know if we have anymore Eagle feathers?"

A hazy figure poked their head into the workroom he was in. The figure's head was covered by a mask of some type, but did nothing to hide the feminine voice that drifted out of it, "I believe that we're out of them."

"Damn," He cursed softly.

"Which potion are you brewing?" The masked figure moved into the room.

"A new healing potion," Fred told the masked figure, "- needed some to help with her treatments for those villagers - is letting us help,"

"I think we might have some phoenix feathers let in the cupboard," The masked figure informed him, "I think we still have some of the ones - gave us,"

"Thank you," He lifted up the mask a bit to reveal grey skin and pressed his lips to it.

The mask shifted to reveal a pair of black lips which quickly pressed themselves against his own.

Fred felt frustration as he woke up from his nap and a headache began to form. Now he knew why Enya got so pissy when her head was hurting and her dreams made no sense. He could feel the faint press of someone's lips against his own and the scent of an almost finished potion. He rubbed at his temples and muttered, "What the hell is going on?"

"You're scowling," Neville murmured in amusement.

A man with golden eyes glanced at him. The man sighed deeply and uncrossed his arms, "Do you blame me, -?"

The man was stoic, but Neville could hear the tenderness in his voice. Setting down the plate he was holding, Neville wrapped his arms around the male and said, "No. With - dead, we all have little to be happy about. Neither - or - are coping well even if - still has his soulmate beside him."

The man leaned back against him, "Without - around to ground him, - will turn into a beast mad with grief. It pains me to admit it, but we maybe losing him as well."

Neville kissed the man's cheek and murmured, "At least in death, they will be together once more and no longer suffer."

Neville snorted slightly as he woke up from the small nap he'd been taking. Glancing around the room, he was relieved to find that his Grandmother nor any of his other visiting relatives noticed. The headache he'd had since leaving Hogwarts had lessened, but it wouldn't take much for it to return to it's former strength. Neville sighed deeply as his Grandmother called out, "I believe that is everything we needed to discuss. Please be safe on your journey home."

They all left and Neville began to stand from his seat. His Grandmother held up a hand and he retook his seat. Once everyone save for them had left, Neville finally asked, "What's wrong?"

Augusta looked at him with a frown on her face, "Neville, do you remember that the day before your first year at Hogwarts?"

Neville thought back to that day and found the hazy memory of a conversation rise up in the back of his mind, "We had a conversation about betrothal contracts. Why?"

Augusta sighed deeply, "As of a few days ago, you are no longer betrothed."

"W-hat?" Neville looked at her in shock and a little bit of happiness, "Why?"

"The girl you were betrothed to got betrothed to someone with a far better claim than you had," Augusta informed him, "As a result, you must find your own match and hope that she fits our family,"

Neville almost frowned at his grandmother for saying that. While he'd never said anything to her before, Neville was not attracted to girls in any way. Males? Yes, he found them attractive though never really showed it. Instead, Neville asked, "Who was I betrothed to?"

He did need to know who to send a thank you letter to. Augusta's lips twisted into a deeper frown, "Enya Potter."

"E-enya?" Neville couldn't stop himself from saying, "Grandmother, I see her as a little sister not a..."

Neville almost gagged at the thought. He would admit that Enya was cute, but she was his little sister. Augusta shook her head, "It doesn't matter anymore, Neville."

"C-can I go?" Neville asked earning a curt nod.

Without another word, Neville quickly left the room.

Luna smiled as she felt her friends' dream of their other halves. They wouldn't be regaining their memories for a little while longer though Blaise would probably get them far faster than the others. It wouldn't surprise her as he'd always been the most mentally disciplined besides Ena and Callista among the soulmates. It would take a bit longer than Blaise, but Hermione would remember quickly as well. Luna couldn't wait for George to get his memories back. Ah that would be very hilarious and provide them plenty of things to speak about. Luna was a little disappointed that she wouldn't have dreams as well, but then again, she wouldn't wish to give up her memories in order to have those dreams. At least, she didn't have a constant headache like the rest of them.

Enya and Tyki finished their dinner before moving into the living room. Enya was looking through her summer assignments at the small desk while Tyki had grabbed a book from the shelf. He looked at the work and asked, "What is all that?"

"Summer homework," Enya informed him with a slight grimace, "I need to get this done as soon as possible. If I don't, I won't get it done until the train ride,"

Tyki chuckled softly, "Is it really that dull?"

"The runes homework is interesting, but the rest is a bit boring," Enya pulled a quill and ink pot from her trunk and set them on the desk, "I look forward to the days when I no longer have to do this repetitive stuff,"

Tyki settled down in one of the armchairs, "I suppose you'll want to spend your evenings doing homework until its been completed."

Enya hummed softly while opening her potions text. She figured that it would be smarter to get it done first. If she didn't, Enya was sure that she wouldn't do it just to piss off Snape. She'd done it once before and that was due to the twins keeping her heavily occupied during her summer at the Weasleys. Shaking her head to clear it, Enya asked, "What are we going to be doing?"

"Once you're ready, we can go anywhere you want," Tyki told her earning a glance from Enya, "I have no plans since I put someone I trusted in charge of my clubs for the next two weeks,"

"So two weeks to goof around before you need to check on everything?" Enya clarified before smiling softly at his nod, "Maybe when you do, I could come with,"

"You really want to?" Tyki asked her with a surprised look on his face.

"When you talk about it, I can tell you love it," Enya turned back to her potions work, "I figured that I should see what you enjoy doing. It will be a good way to spend time together and I'm honestly curious about what kind of job you love doing,"

Tyki was silent for awhile as Enya read over the assignment once more before opening her book and beginning to look for the information. She was surprised to feel him hug her and lay his head on hers. Enya leaned into him as he began to speak softly, "You're the only one aside from Nea to take any interest in this. After the beginning, everyone else just stopped caring save for making sure my business is doing good."

Enya twisted slightly in her chair and told him, "I'll always be interested in what you're doing, Tyki."

He kissed her tenderly before laying his forehead on hers, "I think it's time like this that I missed most."

"Well, I'm not about to leave you alone like that again," Enya promised him and he smiled before moving away prompting her to ask, "Nea took an interest in what you were doing?"

Tyki nodded while retaking his seat on an armchair with his book, "I think part of it is due to how close Joyd was to him after your first...death even if none of us remembered it. I also believe it's due to wishing to get an understanding of the places he'd be playing and use as an escape from everyone," Enya turned back to her homework, "Other than that, I guess he became interested in the inner workings of everything. He actually worked in one of my clubs for awhile during his third reincarnation once everyone cooled down."

"Everyone looks the same as they did before," Enya finally asked the question she'd been dying to find the answer to, "Why?"

Tyki was silent and Enya felt his apprehension rise into the air. Whatever the answer was, Enya knew it wasn't going to be pretty.