A/N: No Copyrights were harmed in the production of this work. No money exchanged hands; no real ideas were generated; only minor discussions of my attempts of humor occurred.
A/N2: Special note to anonymous reviewer XL. Stephen Fry was unharmed in the creation of this fic… I believe on the night in question he was held up at the studio retaping a scene…
Last time on The Power He has Not:
Ottery St. Catchpole
Lovegood Residence
Luna's Room:
Ron gazed up at his fiancé, as she rocked her hips on his pelvis. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. "Again?"
"Again? Woman I'm not a machine."
"Oh, poo. We make love three times and you're no good to me? I'm going to have to take over your care from Molly; she obviously isn't feeding you enough to maintain your strength." She lay down on him, pulling him into an embrace. "Your punishment for your weakness will be to cuddle me while I plot the destruction of my competition!"
Ron laughed. "You're strict, but fair Luna my love. What competition do you believe you're self to have?"
"Why Daddy and the Quibbler of course. I love him of course, but since I have become a News Paper Magnate, I realize that he must be destroyed."
Harry Potter and the Power He Has Not.
Chapter 40 – Epilog One
Guilford, Surrey
University of Surrey:
October 1998.
Hermione arrived at the lecture hall, early as usual. She nodded to class mates upon recognition, and found her usual seat. This was a light class, Classical Literature, she had read all the books covered before the first day of class, and so far enjoyed the interaction of the class while discussing the meanings behind the meanings of the texts.
It wasn't long before he entered, coming from an earlier class. Marcus Steward was tall, toned, and blond with big blue eyes you could swim in. Her heart started beating faster at the sight of him. He already had a reputation in this and other classes for having opinions that were contrary to that of the professors. He held that, even the classic works were nothing more than the authors telling a story they wanted to tell, and that any deeper meaning existed only in the mind of the reader. Last week he had declared that the 'deeper meaning' important to an author was that the royalty cheque cleared.
She was aghast at that idea. It didn't stop her from smiling when he took his seat next to her and quietly took her hand in his and held it through the entire class.
St. Mungos
Maternity Ward:
January 2000
Colin took the tiny bundle from the arms of his wife, cooing at the little face, and then handed his new son to his father in law.
Arthur Weasley was ecstatic. His third grandchild. He turned to Molly. And she stole little Arthur David Creevey from him.
"Still think of him as a halfblood Molly?" he whispered so that only his wife could hear. She gave him a shocked look, and then hung her head in shame. She carried her first grandson back to his mother and gathered Colin in a bone crushing hug.
"I'm so sorry Colin; I've been a fool about…"
"Don't worry Mum, I figured that as soon as we could turn your Mumness on, you'd come around. Ginny and I make good kids."
"That you do Colin."
"Oi, it seems to me I did all the work" Ginny piped in a happy tired voice.
"Right, so it's only fair I take all the credit!" He took her hand, and looked into her eyes, "We're a team, you and me!"
Bergen, Norway
Fløysletten meadow:
July 2000
Ron stretched as he exited the tent. The air up here was wonderful. Luna and her father were out on the trails searching for the elusive Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Exhausted from his second season with the Cannons, this was exactly what he needed; the quiet and solitude of the Norwegian forests were the balm his nerves needed. And too think, at one time he envied Harry for his fame.
Harry.
Over two years since Harry was lost to them. Luna had held him while he cried like a baby in the beginning. But time heals. The last letter from Hermione told of her impending marriage to a classmate she had met at the Muggle School she attended. It was hard to think of Hermione with anyone but himself or Harry, but he had Luna, and Harry was gone.
Harry.
Oh well. Ron sipped tea from the mug that he carried. Something rustled in the bush in front of him. He approached it and knelt down to see what was hiding. It was small, almost a sphere, no more than 8 inches across, with Blood Red fur, the noise it made was like a throaty thrum, it almost as if he felt its call more than heard it. When the little creature opened its eyes, it was as if its fur parted and a pair of blue sapphires appeared in the depths of its pelt. It had no visible nose, but it made sniffing noises when Ron offered the tiny creature his hand, then (somehow Ron could see no means of movement) it moved onto his hand, and climbed up his arm to settle on his shoulder and rub its self against his neck, making multiple purring sounds like several happy cats.
When it started with its purring an appendage (Tail?) extruded from the body mass to a length of 30 inches or so, and wrapped its self around his arm, and from between the eyes extruded about 3 inches of some kind of antler. The longer the little creature purred, the better Ron felt.
Ron returned to the tent to start lunch for Luna and her father, his new little friend purring happily, especially when offered bits of food. It was especially partial to bits of chopped tomato.
When Luna entered the tent, humming "Weasley is our King" (which she had single handedly made into the Cannon's anthem. The Crowds sang it constantly during games. He would have to send Draco Malfoy a thank you note, just to rub it in.) and stopped dead in her staring at the creature on his shoulder, her father came behind her and did exactly the same thing.
"Oh hi there. Lunch is almost ready." Ron noticed their stares. "Oh this is Scarlet. He wandered into camp this morning, and sort of adopted me. Cute little guy. Know what he is Dad?"
The elder Lovegood couldn't speak, his mouth just opened and closed to open again. Luna finally said "Ronald, that is a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Daddy and I have been looking for one for 8 years and one just walked up to you?"
"I guess so." He smiled "Always the last place you look, right?"
Luna reached out to touch the Snorkack, it thrummed at her touch. Here eyes widened to an unusual intensity. "He walked up to you and made himself you familiar? How is this possible Ronald?"
"I don't know, he just came along. He's my familiar now? Cool."
"Cool indeed Ronald" she turned to her father. "Daddy, Lunch will be a bit late, Ronald and I need to celebrate." Her attention returned to Ron, she had an odd look on her face. "Celebrate a whole lot."
Her father smiled and grabbed the plate that Ron had the prepared ingredients for sandwiches on. "No problem Poppet, take your time, I believe I'll retire to my tent with this to listen to the Wireless."
Luna nodded and watched her father leave the tent. The then took a fist full of Ron's shirt and led him to the bedroom of their tent and she resumed humming 'Weasley is our King.'
Afterward Ron reflected that he needed to find little furry creatures much more often.
Longbottom Manor
Neville and Susan's suite:
September 2001
"To Susan, the first of us to marry!" Lavender lifted her glass.
"Like it's a surprise to anyone at all. Neville sealed this deal that back on that day on the Express." Said Padma following the toast. "Rumour has it that Hermione has or is about to marry a Muggle man she met at the school she's going to."
"And Ron keeps asking Luna to marry him, but she still says he can't until he wins the World Cup" Hannah said shaking her head "I mean sure, he's got the Cannons winning for a change, but… "She noticed the looks she was getting from the other girls "My dad's a big Cannon fan, I hear these things."
"Sounds to me like some one has some unrequited feelings for one of the golden trio" grinned Susan.
"I have not. But if he ever slips Luna's leash, I'm there."
Laughter filled the room. In the next room Neville looked up from his Herbology periodical, and decided that he didn't really want to know.
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