Incandescence
Part Eleven
Yule

Disclaimer: Same as always, of course. If I owned Harry Potter I wouldn't be in debt up to my eyeballs. Oh well. And if the Lugovaloses weren't just using me for a medium, maybe I could get Phyrrus to stop laughing. I suppose I can always dream, right?

Warnings: Also, like always, this is slash. Duh. And involved a lot of OCs. But I think we all know this by now. And if you flame me for it. . . well, Phyrrus will certainly be amused.

Author's Note: Well, chapter eleven, already beta'd for me (Thank you Princess XXMoonXX! I love you!) and ready to roll! So, here it is! Mwahaha! Um, aside from that, I've got a couple of blurbs set vaugly in this universe that I plan to post to my LiveJournal Account (I have one now, imagine that. . . ) and I hope you'll go read them. One is a little plot bunny (damn them all!) that was hopping around about Petunia and Chara being on wife swap. Yeah, I know, it's weird, but I was watching and. . . it was born. Dammit. But you'll see Harry, Phyrrus, Cyrrus, the twins. . . and Connor! Yup, Phyrrus' dad makes an appearence since it's set when Harry and Phyrrus are nine. So, check it out! I'll have my LJ link in my profile as the homepage.

She Who Cannot Be Turned: The visions aren't happening because of the bond. It's all whacked out, so Voldie would be recieving something akin to static. The bond between Harry and Moldyass isn't working because Phyrrus is in the way. But you'll see more of that in year five. Hee hee. And Leon, angry, is certainly kind of hot. Smirk. It's Leon, girl, he can't help it. Lol. As for the British thing, I'm trying to show how differnt the cultures are, not that one is better than another. Sadly, though, most of the experience Harry has with the muggle British is the Dursleys. . . and, well, they just need bashed. Sorry.

Rose Midnight Moonlight Black: Hm. . . Percy and Anders as women. That couldn't possibly end well. And as for Phyrrus hitting Harry, the answer is certianly no.

Princess Felton: Nervous Draco. Mwahahaha. I mean, he really hasn't had much interaction with Neville, and he's a Malfoy, so he isn't supposed to get embaressed, but Neville turns him into a big pile of goo. So he kind of. . . spits it out to avoid cold feet (Malfoys don't get cold feet, according to Draco) so, that's just how it went.

maglev: So, if you made it this far. . . um, not to embaress you or anything but. . . this is a sequal. . . you might want to go read the first part. . . But I hope you enjoy it!

To everyone else: Please, enjoy the next chapter! It was fun to write! Hee hee.
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Phyrrus couldn't believe Harry had kicked him out of the dorm room. His boyfriend had forced him to get dressed for the ball an hour early, and then shooed him from the room. Aware that sliding down on the couch and pouting would ruin his clothing, Phyrrus forced himself to stand and pace. It wasn't that he didn't like his robes, but he hated dressing up! Sirius and Remus had chosen the handsome robes Phyrrus wore, a blaze of crimson and red-orange with gold embroidering forming a sort of tribal knot on the hem, neck line, and sleeve cuffs.

The coloring made Phyrrus look like a his nick-name, to brighten even the darkest room. He had also worn his hair differently from its typical top-knot. Instead, he had left it fully down to flow around him like liquid flame. Harry's face had lit up upon seeing Phyrrus dressed in the fancy clothing, but he still shooed him from the dorm.

There were fifteen minutes left until the ball when Harry appeared. Phyrrus felt his jaw drop. Bright green eyes light up in happiness when Harry saw Phyrrus' dumbstruck expression. Harry was wearing rich green robes with a gold and silver phoenix forming a yin yang shape on the back. The collar was mandarin in style, and the robe flowed down Harry's thin frame, making him look like he was floating rather than walking.

Harry had not attempted to order his hair about, instead mussing it a bit more with some sort of hair cream so that it really matched the American bed-head style. Phyrrus watched Harry approach, reaching out to touch him, as though in disbelief. Harry smiled and wrapped his arms around Phyrrus' neck, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"You're. . . amazing," Phyrrus breathed, stroking Harry's cheek.

"You clean up well yourself," Harry complimented, appreciating the way the colors of the robe looked on Phyrrus. Despite living in a magical world, the two just looked so. . . other worldly. Fey-like.

River and Rayne clapped and whistled, glancing at each other and smiling. The two were just perfect.
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At the Yule Ball, Phyrrus and Harry received frowns from several of the visiting board of governors, as well as a few curious looks from some of the other visiting witches and wizards. For the most part, Harry was crooned over, though Rita Skeeter--also there--had a nasty look on her face. Harry, personally, thought it looked as though she'd been sucking a lemon.

"How on earth are we supposed to order?" Phyrrus looked from his menu to his empty plate, frowning. He didn't have a lot of experience with house elves, like Harry, and was unsure what he was supposed to do. Both out of their element they glanced around to see what everyone else was doing. Seeing a pretty girl in a floating periwinkle robe, Phyrrus felt his jaw drop.

"Harry, is that. . . Hermione?" Phyrrus gaped, staring at Hermione and Krum.

Harry half turned, a slow grin crossing his features. "I'd say so," He laughed. "How cute!"

Phyrrus grinned and nodded. "Ron's going to be red with envy."

"Yeah," Harry bit back a snort. Ron was accompanied by Parvarti Patil, as a bit of a favor for Harry, and didn't look like he was having the best time. He spent most of the ball so far glaring at Cyrrus' head. Ginny was sitting across from Cyrrus, engaged in conversation, laughing and flirting. Not that Cyrrus wasn't flirting back. Ron was all protective of his sister, but Harry and Phyrrus thought it was cute. Ginny and Cyrrus made a good match.

Hearing the headmaster whisper his order to his plate and seeing it appear, Harry attempted to get some dinner. Grinning when it worked he proudly showed Phyrrus what to do. It was a nice change, being able to gloat to someone who had been a part of the wizarding world all of his life how to do something. Phyrrus offered a sheepish grin. "Now why didn't we think of that before?"

"I'm new to this world, and you're stupid," Harry smirked, making Phyrrus pout. He didn't look nearly as cute as Harry. Draco offered both a smile before returning to his own date--Neville--and ignoring them most of the night.

"How are you two enjoying this?" Anders' voice made them jump as he and Percy took the remaining two seats at the small table.

"It's really quite fun," Phyrrus admitted.

"I'd prefer not to be the center of attention," Harry grumbled. "I thought we were having guards here tonight?"

"Sure. Sirius and Remus are on duty, somewhere, and there's ten more aurors out and about. Uncle Leon's here, too, but not in offical capacity," Anders gestured to Severus and Leon a few tables away. "Aren't they cute?"

"They give me cavities," Phyrrus replied dryly. "How are you two?"

"Very well, thank you." Percy glanced at Harry. "Did you hear that I'm filling in for Mr. Crouch?"

"I heard that, then I got Anders' full opinion of him, courtesy of Phyrrus there," Harry nodded. "You must be excited. I thought you didn't like him?"

"Dinner was almost disastrous," Percy agreed. "But I'm still the most capable worker. And they know I won't show favoritism to you. Anders would kick my as--um. . ."

Harry stared at the normally uptight Percy. Since when did Percy swear? "Right," Harry agreed, deciding just to go along with it and pretend he hadn't noticed the slip. "How're you and. . . your family?"

Percy shrugged. "Mum still isn't speaking to me, but Dad came over to meet Anders and they get along well. And the rest of my family doesn't care."

"Sorry I asked," Harry blushed. "I figured she'd at least be talking to you by now."

Percy shrugged. "We all got our stubbornness from her. And. . . I think she's still very upset with Grandma. She wasn't thrilled to be spoken to in such a manner."

Harry nodded in agreement, then glanced around and groaned. "Phyrrus, I think this is our cue to lead." Harry gestured to McGonagall who was ready to announce the first dance of the night. As soon as she spoke to begin the dance, Phyrrus was on his feet, a hand out to his boyfriend.

"May I have this dance?" Phyrrus offered the appropriate bow, smiling the entire time. Harry placed his hand in Phyrrus, allowing Phyrrus to help him to his feet and lead him onto the dance floor. Hermione and Krum winked at them, and Fleur smiled. Cedric gave a small motion to the governors faces, making both boys grin. Lucius was the only one that didn't look like he'd eaten a rotten lemon, and Skeeter looked ready to fall over dead.

It was a nice look, Harry mused, watching her. She seemed too shocked that Harry really didn't care what people thought of him. She hadn't displayed his relationship in the papers yet--Harry was sure it'd be everywhere tomorrow--and he wasn't sure he cared either. Phyrrus spun him neatly, and Harry knew he'd been practicing. "Neville helped me," Phyrrus admitted. "While Draco supervised. I, uh. . . wanted to impress you."

A smile grew over Harry's features. Harry had taken easily to dancing once he learned how, thanks to his natural grace, but Phyrrus had more problems than he did. Mostly timing. Even now Harry could see his concentration to get every step right and he leaned closer, pulling Phyrrus head down to kiss him lightly. "You're wonderful."

"You're beautiful," Phyrrus countered, kissing Harry in return.

When asked later, Harry couldn't remember most of the dance, just that he and Phyrrus danced most of the night away, just looking at each other. Sometimes they talked, most of the time they didn't. They just reveled in the feelings of love and contentment they sent and received over their bond.

Both slept well that night, wrapped in each other's arms, the music still playing in their heads as they danced with each other in their dreams.
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On Christmas, Harry wasn't surprised to see their relationship on the morning paper. He frowned, but woke Phyrrus and the other boys in their dorm, then they all headed downstairs for presents. Harry raised an eyebrow as Ron's outburst broke the silence.

"Where the hell did our Christmas tree go?"

"I'd like to know, too," Phyrrus admitted, trying to keep his sisters from wailing about the Grinch stealing Christmas, just like in the book.

"Here, look," Harry held up a sheet of paper.

Don't worry, The note read, Christmas hasn't been stolen, just go to the Great Hall for your Christmas Day surprise.

All the students left in Gryffindor tower looked at each other, then shrugged and tromped to the Great Hall. Shoving the door open, they blinked when they noticed six trees, one for every house and one for each of the visiting schools, were set up in the Great Hall with presents piled around. They reached towards the ceiling and made everyone gasp, just for a moment.

Until they noticed their real surprise. Family members sat around the trees in comfortable looking chairs, drinking hot chocolate and talking merrily. "Harry!" Sirius and Remus called, standing to hurry to him and catching him in a hug.

"Sirius! Remus! What are you doing here?" Harry hugged them tightly.

"The headmaster, Chara, and Lucius conspired," Sirius grinned. "We've got family members for almost everyone here. A few couldn't travel and apologized and some had other plans--Narcissa, for example--but most of us are here." He led them towards Chara, Leon, Severus, the Weasleys, the Grangers, Neville's Grandmother, Lucius, Grandma Lugovalos and Grandma Carlisle, and a few others. Hugs were passed around, and other children began to arrive and open presents. River's and Rayne's enthusiasm caught on around the group and soon it was a large bunch happily passing out presents as River and Rayne raced around, meeting the younger siblings of some of the current Hogwarts residents and playing with their new toys.

Chara smiled indulgently at her youngest and turned to survey the Great Hall. Aurors were still posted, though some of them were even joining in on the fun. River and Rayne were coaxing a large, black man to play with them. His head was shaved and Chara noticed a glint of silver in his left ear from a small hoop earring. Sighing, she went to fetch her hyperactive daughters. "I'm really sorry," She apologized to the auror. "They're a bit over active for their own good, sometimes."

He wasn't much older than she, maybe two or three years, with deep brown eyes and a merry smile. "I don't mind," The man laughed heartily. "They remind me of my family."

"I'm sorry you had to miss Christmas with them," Chara offered.

The man shook his head. "I'm not. It was. . . a long time ago. You-know-who. . ." The man shrugged.

"I'm really sorry," Chara murmured, biting her lip. She'd really stuck her foot in it this time!

"It's all right. It was sixteen years ago." The man shook his head. "A long time past. I doubt I'll ever get over it, but time does dull the pain."

"Yeah," Chara agreed, softly. "I sort of understand. My husband died just over two years ago. Car accident."

The man smiled for a moment and held out his hand. "Kingsley Shacklebolt."

"Chara Lugovalos," The small woman took his hand in a tight grip. "It's nice to meet you."

Kingsley nodded and smiled, twisting her hand slightly to press a kiss to her knuckles. "Believe me, Ms. Lugovalos, the pleasure is most certainly mine."

Chara's cheeks were the same red as her hair as Kingsley flirted lightly with her. The twins broke into a flurry of activity that Chara missed--no one else did--and Phyrrus grinned at his mother. "Finally."

"Finally?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Mom's lonely," Phyrrus expounded. "She loves us, but we're not adults. She misses. . . company. She'll always love my father, but she misses having someone else to look out for her. No matter how independent she seems, she still needs someone to take care of her."

Harry watched the two interact, then grinned. "I think this could be interesting."

Harry had no idea how right he was.
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After Christmas, everyone said their good-byes, and made their way home. Chara planned to walk to Hogsmeade and apparate and was met at the door by the handsome auror from earlier. "Headed home?" He commented lightly. Chara smiled, nodding.

"I'm past due," Chara admitted. "I stayed later than I thought I would. The company staying with me has long since gone, and I should play the good host."

Kingsley nodded in agreement. "What are your plans for tonight, then?"

"Oh, just a quiet night in. We'll probably sing some carols and have cider and cookies. Mom brought some, and Mom Lugovalos brought some cider that we might just warm up. She was going to turn it into wassail, though." Chara grinned. "But I have to get to Hogsmeade, first."

"Would you mind a little company?" Kingsley asked. "I'm headed there myself."

"That'd be nice. What are you planning to do?"

"Truthfully, I have no idea," Kingsley admitted. "Probably just stay in, maybe read or something. Christmas isn't. . . you know."

"Your favorite time of the year," Chara nodded slightly. "I'm just lucky I had my children after Connor died. I don't know what I would have done without them to push me on. You know, we always have extra space at my house. Would you like to join us for some Christmas treats?"

Kingsley nearly declined, then shrugged. "Why not? It's not like I have anything else to do. But I. . . hate to intrude."

"You're no intrusion. The more the merrier. We're not used to having so few people around at Christmas," Chara laughed merrily. "When we celebrated in the States, we all apparated in. Over two hundred of us, since the in-laws always brought their families. It was wonderful. Please come."

"All right," Kingsley agreed. "As long as you don't think anyone will mind."

"Not at all." Chara waved his concern off. "We'll be more than happy to have you. It'll be fun." Then she smiled.

Kingsley thought he had never seen a more beautiful sight than her smiling, and after it faded, he wanted nothing more than to bring it back. It had been so long since his family had died at the hands of Voldemort. Maybe. . . just maybe, it was time to move on.
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Classes had been in session for the new term for about a week and Harry was a mass of knots. He still hadn't figured out what the next task was going to be, and February twenty fourth was just six weeks away. Harry moaned. He'd never figure the egg out in time! Phyrrus approached and carefully straddled his boyfriend, carefully kneeding along Harry's back. Harry moaned in appreciatiation and Phyrrus sighed. "You're worrying yourself to no end, Harry. What's wrong?"

"That damned egg," Harry groaned, sobbing at the relief the massage brought. "I can't take it! It's driving me crazy, and I still don't know what it says. All I ever get is this horrid screeching. . . "

"I really can't help you there," Phyrrus sighed. "I'd tell you to ask River and Rayne, since they obviously know what its talking about, but I don't think they'll tell you."

Harry groaned when Phyrrus found a particularly large knot and started working on it. He was very glad that no one walked in at that moment since it sounded like they were taking things a bit too far, even if they weren't. Well, if nothing else, they were both fully clothed. After several more minutes, Phyrrus rolled off Harry, folding his hands behind his head and letting his feet trail the floor as they laid horizontally across the bed.

"I just don't know what to do," Harry admitted. "I'm at a complete loss with this egg! And I've only got until February! Phyrrus, that's not enough time! I wish I didn't have to compete in this stupid tournament! Someone's out to kill me!"

"I know," Phyrrus sighed and pulled Harry to him, pillowing Harry's head on his chest. "Look, right now you're just too stressed out to think about this. Why don't you get some rest and we can deal with it tomorrow. How's that?"

"Tomorrow's too late. Tomorrow's always too late," Harry sighed, but rose to change. "This sucks."

"I know. But we'll get through this, I promise." Phyrrus vowed, cuddling close to Harry as Harry magicked the curtains closed. Harry rested his head over Phyrrus' heart and closed his eyes. Maybe Phyrrus was right, and everything would be made clear in the morning. . . Harry smiled to himself as he drifted towards the blackness of sleep.
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Harry made his way towards his last class when Cedric grabbed his arm. Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, grasping his chest and panting in fright. "You're lucky Phyrrus wasn't with me!" Harry breathed, trying not to look to startled. "He'd have kicked your ass."

"Thanks," Cedric grinned. "I'm glad then, too."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Sorry about that. It's just. . . I guess I'm paranoid."

"I think you have a reason." Cedric shrugged. Harry had admitted he was afraid someone had entered him in the cup to kill him, and the other champions, not to mention all his friends, admitted that Harry had a point. Harry grinned sheepishly.

"Not that I think you'd hurt me," Harry admitted. "Anyway, what did you need?"

"Just. . . I figured out the egg. It might be a good idea to take a bath and. . . mull it over. Just, you know, don't drop the egg. They sink, you know. Oh, and the prefects bathroom is on the third floor. Pinefresh." Cedric shrugged and Harry frowned, tilting his head. A slow smile spread across his face when he figured out Cedric's words.

"Thank you so much, Cedric! I thought I'd never know!" Harry grabbed the elder in a hug. "Thank you so much!"

"If your boyfriend'll kick my ass for scaring you, what's he going to do if you're hugging me?" Cedric pointed out dryly. Harry just laughed and sprinted down the corridor, dodging a few students. He couldn't wait to tell Phyrrus what Cedric told him. His day was suddenly turning out a lot brighter than it had begun.

Phyrrus was excited, but wasn't sure he should actually be around Harry in the bath-tub, of all places. Phyrrus mentioned it, and Harry nodded in agreement. "You're probably right," Harry agreed, kissing Phyrrus lightly. "I didn't think of it. I'll do it and tell you what happens, all right?"

"Sure," Phyrrus agreed. "Why don't you do that tonight?"

Harry nodded in agreement. "The faster I get the clues, the faster I'll know what to do. I just wish your sisters weren't so picky over who they told what they figure out."

Phyrrus shrugged. "Their eight. What do you expect?"

Harry huffed, but went to get his cloak, map, and egg. "I think you should stand guard, though. Don't worry, I'll lock the door."

Phyrrus laughed aloud, but followed Harry from the room. "Aren't you getting a little paranoid?" Phyrrus asked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, it's just a bathroom."

"Aside from me not supposed to be there, you know some one's after me since I'm in the tournament. And don't patronize me, arudo. I don't like it." Harry crossed his arms, making Phyrrus smile and kiss him lightly.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to sound that way," Phyrrus blushed. "We'll wait for curfew, there'll be less people out, and then we won't have to worry so much. And we can avoid everyone with the map."

Harry nodded and grinned. He was glad Fred and George had given it to him at the beginning of the year--at Sirius' insistence--to help him with the tasks, just in case. Mostly for things like he was doing now. Harry tucked the items into his bag, then followed Phyrrus back to the common room, curling up between Phyrrus and the fire and cracking his potions text. Wretched quizzes. But at least Snape wasn't attempting to annihilate his grade anymore.
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When everyone had gone to bed, Harry and Phyrrus sneaked from the common room, cloak covering them. They dodged Mrs. Norris and at the bathroom, Harry hurriedly slipped in, leaving Phyrrus outside with the map and cloak. Harry gaped in awe at the bathroom. It would be worth being a prefect for access to the bathroom!

The bathroom was huge, with a pool size tub in the center covered with jeweled taps. Harry turned them on and watched in delight as the bubbles bounced around the room and thick foam covered the top of the water. Harry grinned, set the egg by the tub, and hopped inside. Swimming around and enjoying the water for a little while, Harry finally turned to the egg. He grabbed it, stuck it under the water, and popped it open. Bubbles formed above the surface, but he couldn't hear anything.

"You need to go under," A female voice announced, and Harry yelped, and nearly dropped the egg.

"Myrtle!" Harry shouted, sinking down to his neck in the water and hoping she didn't see anything.

"I turned around when you got in," Myrtle pouted.

"But. . . you're a girl!" Harry cried, as Phyrrus burst into the room.

"What's going on?" Phyrrus demanded, and Harry could feel his cheeks lighting up.

"I'm fine," Harry muttered. "Myrtle thought it would be funny to scare me. Please, Arudo, just. . . go back into the hall?"

Phyrrus was also turning red, thankful he couldn't see anything under the foam, and fled to the hallway. Harry grinned slightly, then turned to Myrtle. "Thanks for the advice, Myrtle. . . but could you, um, leave? Please? It's embarrassing."

Myrtle huffed. "You have to come visit me sometime," she ordered, and disappeared through the wall. Harry gave a relieved sigh and sank under the water to listen to the egg, which was still repeating the verse it had been spelled to play. Harry memorized it, then got out and dressed, dragging Phyrrus back to Gryffindor tower and to their bed.

Casting silencing charms, Harry turned to Phyrrus and told him the riddle.

"Come seek us where our voices sound,
We cannot sing above the ground,
And while you're searching ponder this:
We've taken what you'll sorely miss,
An hour long you'll have to look,
And to recover what we took,
But past an hour- the prospect's black,
Too late, it's gone, it won't come back."

Phyrrus offered a thin frown. "That doesn't make sense."

"It's what, and where, and why, I suppose." Harry pondered the riddle. "What can't talk on the ground? And why can't it talk on the ground?"

"Well, the egg couldn't talk on the ground," Phyrrus mused, frowning. "And merpeople can't, either, but I don't see--"

"Merpeople? Phyrrus, are there merpeople in the lake?" Harry demanded, turning.

Phyrrus shrugged. "I'd imagine so. They have them in the Great Lakes, but the closest I've ever seen them. . . well, River and Rayne managed to get one to appear one day, about two years ago, but I wasn't there. That's my closest encounter. Sorry. Maybe you could ask them?"

"Okay, so we've got Merpeople in the lake. That makes sense." Harry nodded. "I'll double check with Hermione, but I bet that's right. Now, what about the next bit?"

"They've taken something, and you have to find it. And it will be, apparently, something you really, really want back." Phyrrus' reply was almost immediate, and Harry gave him a strange look.

"I can't beat up all my cousins," Phyrrus grinned. "And they liked to steal things we liked. Like stuffed animals and stuff. Although. . . this sounds a bit more important."

"And I have an hour to get it back?" Harry nodded thoughtfully. "That all makes sense. There's just one problem." Harry was never happier for the silencing charm he'd put around their bed.

"Which is?"

"I CAN'T BREATHE UNDER WATER!" Harry shouted, leaving Phyrrus with ringing ears and a headache.

"The twins know a spell," Phyrrus muttered. "Mom made them learn it since they're so aligned with water. They didn't always come up for air when they were supposed to. . . Yeah. Anyway, they know a spell. I know it too, but I'm no good with it. Never had much use for it unless I was going after one of them."

"Promising." Harry muttered, glaring at his boyfriend. "This task is not going to be fun." He pouted, sinking against Phyrrus, who smirked.

"Well, I know exactly what you need," Phyrrus turned, pressing Harry to the bed. "A distraction."

Harry raised an eyebrow as Phyrrus leaned over him, pressing a kiss to his lips. Harry tilted his head back to accept the kiss, and returned it happily. Phyrrus wasn't entirely on top of him, just partly, and Harry smiled, feeling warm and safe. Warm feelings drifted over their bond, and Harry wrapped his arms around Phyrrus' neck. The two of them needed just a little time to themselves, which they hadn't really had with Harry worrying about the egg, and their bond thrummed happily with the connection.

Harry had never felt the bond do that before, and almost paused. But even the thought of that made him miss Phyrrus' warmth, so he just allowed Phyrrus to cuddle with him, and kiss him. Returning the favor, of course. They didn't go much past snuggling, but the warmth of the bond just made them want to hold each other. The two fell asleep to the other's warmth, snuggled together and just feeling. . . connected.

Some part of Harry's rational mind still wondered about Chara's non-answer about the flash of white light, and part of him already thought he knew the answer. Their bond had grown, both of them had felt it, but they were still unsure of the extent. Their feelings registered better than ever over the bond, but they still had to concentrate to send them. According to Hermione, once the bond was complete, they'd have to concentrate not to. She'd also mentioned that their bond was different from anything she'd ever seen before. Harry and Phyrrus both described their bond as warm. No one, to date, had ever done so.

Harry suspected it had to do with the phoenix.

But for now, it didn't matter, Because Phyrrus was warm, and gentle, and there. And that was all Harry really cared about.
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