Incandescence
Part Thirteen
Spies

Warning: This story is SLASH. If you haven't figured it out by now, there is seriously something wrong with you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter et al. If you haven't figures this out either, there's something even worse wrong with you. I do own The Lugovalos clan (when they let me) and if you ever want to borrow them, just ask. I need a break.

Author's Note: Wow, so many reviewers! I love you all! And my amazing beta, PrincessXXMoonXX. She makes sure this makes sense for you, and reams me out when it doesn't. Send her lots of thanks, because she is amazing.

To She Who Cannot Be Turned: Leon in actions. . . hm. . . a little towards the end and, here's a teaser for you, you get to see Chara blow her top as well. It's a beautiful sight. . . I'd like to met this OC of yours, I think it would be interesting. I looked on your account, but didn't find anything, so if you get a chance, drop me a line. By the way. . . there is nothing wrong with being a Leon fangirl. . .

To The SlytherinMuggle: I feel. . . so happy you like the way I portrayed Leon and Sev's relationship. I've always had a lot of trouble with the two of them because they hang around so much, and Sev is so difficult to keep in character, espeically when he's got a boyfriend like Leon!

To Lady Bit: I'm glad I managed to brighten your day. I hope everything works out for you. And, just for you, a quote: "Our glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." Confucius.

To Everyone: I'm glad you liked the chapter, and to those of you who complimented on the lake scene, special thanks! I'm really, really, happy, because that has to be one of my favorite scenes in this entire story. I'm so glad so many of you liked it. I also thank you for all the encouragement I've gotten over the past story. It's amazing! I'm also really shy to ask, but if any of you want to draw some pictures of the Lugovalos family, I'd love to see them! I. . . can't draw at all, so seeing the characters in my head as actually pictures is always very exciting. Just the same, if anyone wants to scribble a few side-story type things, and you want to post them, just let me know. I'd like to see those, too! I kind of sound conceited, I think, but the truth is. . . I want to read more about them too! And I can't just wait for the next chapter because I have to go write it. Pouts. But, aside from all that, I'm glad you all like my story and I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the others!

On to chapter thirteen (Wait. . . isn't that an unlucky number. . ?)!
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Harry's magical feat was recorded in newspapers around the country. It almost managed to replace the news of Harry's love life. In fact, the only thing more popular than the story of Harry's legendary power was the news on his love life. Harry wasn't sure if it was because his boyfriend was part of the reason he expended so much magic in the first place, or if it was because half of England was betting on when they'd break up (they'd be in for a long wait). The other champions snickered over the priorities of the reports, and Harry rose a fuss about the other champions getting no recognition, causing several interviews in rapid succession. Phyrrus found the entire thing amusing--not to mention an annoyed Harry cute--but Harry couldn't say he was laughing. In fact, he found the entire thing pretty annoying. The reporters only liked him so much because he spent more time trying not to spontaneously combust than answer questions.

The only answer to that was to start hanging around several people, not allowing them to catch him alone, and insisting that all the champions be interviewed rather than just Harry alone. It solved most of the issue of none of the other champions being interviewed, but the interviews tended to run more towards Harry and his love life than the second task--or any of the questions that the other champions could answer. Harry was lucky they took it all in stride, snickering when Harry blustered over his answers and tried to keep them involved. As Fleur told one of the reporters, "It is very cute, to see Harry flustered like that. He is such a shy boy!"

Said remark sent the reporter into a fit of laughter for at least ten minutes. The other champions found it hilarious. Harry, however, was less than pleased. But after some time, the incident, while refusing to fade from people's minds, had nothing more to be said about it, and passed slowly from the public eye.

At breakfast three weeks after the second task, Harry was pouring over his books and yawning. "I'm just glad I don't have exams at the end of the year," Harry grumbled, banging his head down on the table.

Phyrrus snickered, but moved behind his boyfriend to rub his shoulders gently. "That stressed, huh?"

"Shut up, arudo," Harry sighed at the touch. "I'm so scared about the next task, now. What if they do something like that again? I lost control, I could have killed someone!"

"Harry," Hermione looked ready to bang her head down on the table. "You can't think like that. You were after Phyrrus, but you couldn't even leave the other hostages in the middle of the lake! Think about that! I don't think you're capable of hurting someone unless it's a conscience effort."

"She's right, you know." Ron agreed. "Hey, were we all going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"If you want," Phyrrus was still rubbing Harry's shoulders and grinning at the little groans Harry was making. "But right now we have potions, and since Uncle Leon went home yesterday, it'll be best not to irritate Uncle Sev."

"What did you call me?" Severus' dark voices made Harry cringe. Phyrrus grinned brightly.

"Uncle Sev." Phyrrus turned. Harry nearly groaned--and not at the shoulder rub, as talented as Phyrrus hands were. Only Phyrrus would antagonize the most feared professor in the school so soon after Leon left. "We called you that all summer, and I promise not to do it in class, all right, Uncle Sev?"

"You only did it all summer because Leon wouldn't let me use force to stop you," Severus snapped, glaring at the teen. "Besides, I'm not Joined with Leon yet, so I'm not part of your family."

"Yet," Phyrrus laughed, waving off Severus' protests. "Grandma said you're part of the family. So you're part of my family. So we call you Uncle Sev. But I promise not to do it in class. And the twins will too, okay?"

"Fine," Severus finally had to admit defeat. The only thing more stubborn than a Lugovalos was. . . probably an older Lugovalos. More time to refine the technique, of course. Phyrrus grinned, then glanced at his watch.

"Shit! We're late!" The group gasped and shot away from the table, waving. Severus looked at his own watch in confusion and shrugged. They were not late, yet. In fact, by his calculations, they'd still be early. Turning back towards the door, Severus stalked to his classroom. If they were late, they were in for it. He smirked and snapped the door to his classroom open, waiting for the students to enter, doing his best--and fully succeeding--at appearing imposing. It was going to be a very interesting day.
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Harry curled up next to Phyrrus, resting his head on Phyrrus' lap, enjoying the other playing with his hair as he dozed. He had finished his homework, though Phyrrus hadn't, and was trying to relax. "Why are you so tense?" Phyrrus finally asked, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's forehead. "You don't have another task until spring, but you're wound like a clock."

"I know. But I don't know what the next task will be, and all these reporters making such a big deal of what I did at the lake, and everything else," Harry sighed. "It's so. . . stressful knowing I have another task yet, but not knowing how to prepare."

Phyrrus closed his book, tucking it under his arm, and lifted Harry in his arms, taking him upstairs. "You need to rest," Phyrrus ordered, setting Harry on the bed. "Change, but leave you shirt off."

"Massage?" Harry perked up immediately.

"Slut," Phyrrus teased, eyes glinting with good humor.

"Damn straight," Harry was changed before they even finished speaking, shirt next to him. Phyrrus crawled next to him, large, calloused hands working over Harry's small back, smoothing out the knotted muscles and popping stubborn joints. Harry groaned in relief as Phyrrus attempted to work all the kinks out of Harry's back. The boy-who-lived was almost asleep when Phyrrus finished, and when the teen began to read aloud from his schoolbook, he soothed Harry the rest of the way into dreamland.
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Leon reappeared three days after Harry's massage in full uniform, mask and all, scaring half the children in the Great Hall as he staggered inside at breakfast. Severus rose to his feet immediately, rushing towards his lover. "Byakko!" Severus barely managed to catch the taller man before Leon collapsed. "What happened?"

"Bad news," Leon managed before passing out, nearly sending Severus to the ground under his dead weight. Leon was a lot heavier than he looked since there was very little fat on the man, as he was built almost entirely of muscle, and muscle weighs more than fat. Phyrrus was on his feet, heading towards his uncle, younger sisters, Cyrrus, and friends in tow.

"Cyrrus," Phyrrus called, waiting for his cousin to catch up. They slung Leon into a two person fireman's carry and raced towards the infirmary. Putting a half conscience Leon on a stretcher was a bad idea. They had discovered that the hard way when Leon had gotten a concussion after falling off the tractor and they'd had to return him to the house. Leon woke, fighting the levitation charm, and the fall to the ground nearly made it worse. Leon had also reacted as though he was captured, since he had been too incoherent to realize he was at home. Severus followed Cyrrus and Phyrrus, sending the little twins with Draco and Neville, told Harry to contact Chara, and dashed towards the infirmary himself.

The other students in the Great Hall looked at each other, whispers breaking out moments later. They had known Severus had a boyfriend, but not one as dangerous as the most famed American interrogator. "I wonder when he broke up with that other guy and started going out with this one," One girl in Hufflepuff muttered, frowning.

"No way, I bet they're the same person," A boy in Ravenclaw argued.

"The other guy was so nice! This was Reiketsukan Byakko! He's not nice at all!" A third student, also in Ravenclaw protested. "Besides, how many people would willing go out with Snape?"

"She's right. I bet Snape ate the other one." A fourth student leaned in. "Sucked him dry, and had to get a new boyfriend to hide it, and buried the first on the castle grounds!"

Rumors always spread quickly around Hogwarts, but never had one so vicious begun so quickly. And the only people that knew the truth weren't around to put an end to it.
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Leon woke several hours later with a warm, familiar weight by his side. Blinking open heavy eyes, he managed to turn to find Severus, asleep, on the bed next to him, arms curled around Leon's torso. It was a sign of trust from Severus--and from Leon--for Severus to hold a man that could harm another in his sleep without thought or effort. "Sev?"

"Leon?" Severus stared at the dark blur until his eyes cleared. "Are you all right?"

"Just. . . exhausted. How long was I out?"

"Only a few hours," Severus reached up to stroke Leon's brow. "Good. No fever. We were worried about you."

"I'm sorry." Leon caught Severus' hand and pressed it to his lips. "I didn't mean to worry you. But I have to speak to the Headmaster. It's rather urgent."

"He should be here soon. We put a spell on you to alert him when you woke. I guessed that's what you meant when you said 'bad news.'" Severus shrugged. "The kids are all in the Gryffindor common room. Worried sick, may I add."

Leon shrugged and smiled, starting when the door was flung open, his wand in one hand and a throwing knife in another. It was sheer good luck on the Headmaster's part that the knife was not loosed in the same breath. "Don't startle me," Leon ordered, putting away both wand and knife, then clutching his heart.

"Sorry, m'boy." Albus' eyes were twinkling, making Leon want to throw the knife anyway. "I should know better."

"Damn straight," Leon grunted, allowing Severus to help him sit up. The Headmaster knew exactly who Leon was, and should, therefore, know exactly how dangerous Leon could be. "I'm afraid pleasantries must wait, Headmaster," Leon sighed. "I come bearing bad news."

One gray brow raised, and Leon shook his head. "How bad?" Albus asked, a frown marring his features.

"There are two spies in this castle," Leon sighed. "On the bright side, only one is here for the dark lord."

"And the other?"

"Perhaps better, perhaps worse. . . but in my thinking. . . on the downside, the other is here for the press." Leon offered a bitter smile and Albus sighed. No wonder Leon was more comfortable with a spy for the dark lord. At least that spy could be tortured and turned out. The press they would simply have to deal with.

"I see. Well, no one but us is here, as far as I can tell. Do you know who?"

"Only that the Death Eater is posing as someone, but little more. I first suspected Bartimus Crouch, but he is most unwell. Percy and Anders have been to see him several times. Still won't speak to Anders, but that's not the point. If he were the spy, he'd be here. But I know nothing beyond that. I warned the minister here, but he is a bumbling fool and will do nothing about the matter. My CO told me to talk to you."

"CO?" Severus repeated slowly, wondering what that meant.

"Commanding Officer," Leon explained, shrugging. "2IC is second in command. Anyway, My CO and his 2IC told me to speak to you. We dealt with a great deal, last time. He said you would know what to do with the information. He also told me to warn Severus that his secret is out and the snake is dangerous." Blue-green met fathomless black, and Severus gave a tired nod. Leon paused to press a soft kiss to the other's lips, then turned back to the Headmaster. "Sorry about collapsing. I was running for two days. Couldn't afford to leave a magical signature and nothing runs close enough to this school for me to hitch-hike."

"That's fine." Albus waved absently, already mulling over the latest problems. "I'll send that pack of hooligans up to check on you, then you should go to Severus' quarters and rest. You may stay as long as there is need."

"My CO told me to stay and try to find out what's going on here," Leon informed the man, smiling in relief. "We'll get to the bottom of this."

"Thank you," Albus rose to his feet and exited, allowing Severus and Leon to give deep sighs of relief. No matter how often they spoke to the headmaster, something always made them nervous. Putting the matter aside, Severus settled next to his lover, pressing a soft kiss to Leon's lips as they waited for Phyrrus and all his friends to enter.

The door flew open moments later, allowing River and Rayne through first, so they could leap onto the bed and check on Leon. "Uncle Leon!" River cried, throwing her arms around his neck and Rayne latched onto his other side. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just pushed myself too hard." Leon awkwardly patted their heads and turned to the door to see thirteen other people standing just inside. Leon offered a strangled sound, jaw dropping. "Just when did this group get so large?"

"Huh?" Harry looked around, then shrugged. "Well, Lee's the only one you really don't know--oh yeah. . . Uncle Leon, this is Lee Jordan. Lee, this is Leon Lugovalos."

"Hello, Mr. Lugovalos," Leon looked over the black teenager critically. He waved cheerfully, despite knowing who Leon was, and Leon immediately wrote him off as a trickster with Fred and George.

"Leon, please, Lee." Leon yawned, prying the little twins off him and holding out his arms. Cyrrus and Phyrrus raced to him, hugging him tightly.

"Are you all right?" Phyrrus asked, checking over his uncle for injuries. Leon sighed.

"I'm fine, for the hundredth time," Leon scolded the boy. "Nurse Pomfrey looked me over. I promise it was just over exertion. I'm heading to Sev's to rest once you've all seen that I'm alive and well."

Sirius and Remus both nodded in approval and waved to the exhausted man before leaving. Leon was guessing they were going to tell Chara he was fine--just exhausted--and return home. Phyrrus and Cyrrus allowed River and Rayne back onto the bed before sitting on the edge. Phyrrus wrapped one arm around his boyfriend, allowing Harry to nestle head on the crook of Phyrrus neck. Ginny sat on the floor, head propped up on Cyrrus' leg, and looked over the tired man. "What happened?" Ginny broke the silence first.

Leon bit his lip, debating what to tell the group, but finally gave in. "I was on reconnaissance. I want you lot to be careful." Leon glanced at each in turn. "Voldemort has a man in the castle--and if any of you think its Sev, I'll have your head on a pike--and the press has someone sneaking around too."

"Why would we think it's Uncle Sev?" Cyrrus retorted, rolling his eyes. "Anything else we're allowed to know?"

"All I can tell you, beyond that, is that whomever is sneaking around with the press has some big story to let out, soon. Everything else is classified. Now, I need to rest and I want to get to our bed before I fall asleep. Scram." Leon rose, stumbling, to his feet. Severus sighed, allowing Leon to lean on him, and shooed the others out of the way.

"Put your mask back on," Severus ordered as Phyrrus handed Leon the fox-face. "Unless you want the entire school to know your identity."

"Yeah, thanks. I guess it doesn't matter, but. . . whatever." Leon put the mask back on and allowed Severus to escort him out, followed by all the children. Harry waved, leading the group away, and towards the Gryffindor common room. The talk about the press bothered Harry, and he had a feeling it would involve him somehow.

It was not a comforting thought.
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"Harry!' Ron's frantic voice woke both Harry and Phyrrus from their comfortable slumber. "Harry! Phyrrus! You have to see the paper! That wretched Skeeter woman did it again!"

"Hm?" Harry peeled an eye open, blindly accepting the glasses Phyrrus passed him, and pushed Ron's arm back from his face slightly. "Severus Snape. . . Vampire? All Revealed Inside!" The Headline blared at him from the grayish paper.

"What the fuck?" Phyrrus demanded, grabbing the paper to read. Harry nudged him, and Phyrrus started over, reading it out loud.

"Yesterday after noon, Severus Snape was seen in the company of a seemingly exhausted Reiketsukan Byakko, reports Daily Prophet reporter Rita Skeeter. The daring woman was in the Great Hall when the famous American interrogator stumbled in, only to be caught by Severus Snape. He stumbled around for a bit, as though he had lost a lot of blood, but there were no marks on him, one student stated, afraid to be named out of fear Snape would be after him next.

"The students are all afraid of the professor, who is rarely seen outside the dungeons, and never in the day. His behavior is consistent with that of a vampire, and it is well known that he had a boyfriend prior to Reiketsukan Byakko that disappeared into his room one day. . . and never came out--" Phyrrus broke off, angry. "What kind of. . . of. . . bullshit is this?"

Harry and Ron were already dressed, watching Phyrrus pull on clothing as he spoke. Golden eyes flashed in anger. "Uncle Sev is no vampire," Phyrrus snarled, stomping down the stairs. River and Rayne threw themselves at their brother, wailing, as they felt his ire. Ginny and Hermione frowned.

"See the article?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Phyrrus' voice was tight with anger. "Stop, River, Rayne. I'm not going to hurt anyone. . . yet."

The little twins let go, then exchanged looks. "What I don't get," River stated suddenly, making everyone turn to stare at her, "is how Rita Skeeter says she was in the Great Hall. I never saw her."

"Me either," Rayne agreed, pausing to think. "I don't remember feeling her either, but I wasn't looking, so I don't know for sure."

"Electronics don't work here so she can't have the place--" River stopped, suddenly, glancing at her twin. Rayne nodded, and the two smirked, running towards the portrait hole. Phyrrus made no move to stop them, they would be perfectly safe in the castle, and they were eight. They could take care of themselves.

"We need some pesticide," the twins announced, waving at the exit to the Gryffindor common room. The older students stared after them.

"I don't think I want to know," Ron finally admitted, shaking his head slowly.

"Me either," Ginny agreed. "But that can't end well."

"Just. . . don't ask," Harry advised, heading towards the portrait hole as well. "Come on, we should go see them before breakfast. Uncle Leon's probably in a frenzy about the article, and Uncle Sev'll be no better--if they've seen it."

The others nodded in agreement, heading towards the dungeon. Cyrrus and Draco met them on the way. "Neville's in the Great Hall," Ginny told Draco. "He went to wait for you two there, just in case."

"That's fine," Draco shrugged. "But we should probably let the Lugovaloses do this without us. It's a family affair."

"He's right," Hermione grabbed Ginny's and Ron's sleeves. "It is a family affair. For now. Meet us in the Great Hall."

"Will do. Hey, Ginny, will you Owl Mom for us and tell her what happened? She should know, but just in case?" Cyrrus gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, making her blush, but she nodded all the same and led the others away, Ron protesting the entire time.

"Should I go too?" Harry asked, not releasing Phyrrus' hand.

"No. You're part of the family," Phyrrus and Cyrrus stated together, grinning at each other when they spoke at the same time. "Come on. We need to talk to them before anyone else does."

Taking off at a run, they dashed to Severus' rooms, relieved to find no one outside the doors. That paper release would probably bring the law down on them. Pounding on the portrait, it was some time before a yawning Leon answered. And stared at the wide awake Phyrrus and Cyrrus. "Did I miss something?"

"Yeah, this." Phyrrus shoved the paper into Leon's hands, pushing inside, Cyrrus and Harry following. Leon read the paper, closing the door, and started to curse when he was done. Severus appeared at his lover's cursing, stared at the paper, grabbed it, and read it over, disbelief etched on his face.

"Do they really think I'm a vampire?" Severus finally managed, paper falling from nerveless hands. "That I'm. . . a monster?"

"Who cares?" Cyrrus demanded, stomping his foot. "We don't!"

Phyrrus and Harry nodded in agreement while Leon wrapped his arms around Severus' waist. "I don't think so either," Leon soothed. "And they're idiots for doing so."

"But to think me a vampire. . . a terrible murdering vampire at that. . . what have I done to deserve that?" Severus was shaking as Leon led him to the couch. He sat down, pulling Severus on his lap, and glanced at the three boys.

"How did you find out?"

"Ron. None of us believe that shit," Harry spoke up first. "That's a load of crap! We know Uncle Sev would never hurt you, Uncle Leon, and that he's no vampire. Especially not after this summer. Just show them pictures of how tan Uncle Sev was after this summer! That'll clear things up!"

"I wish I was that optimistic," Leon admitted, rocking Severus gently. "But I doubt it will be that simple. Go to breakfast, you three, and let Dumbledore know that Severus will not be teaching today, at least. I expect him back at work Monday, however."

"All right," Harry compulsively hugged Severus before he left, the action mirrored by Phyrrus and Cyrrus, who sandwiched Severus between them and managed to get a small smile from the shaking man. Severus was not crying, yet, but they all knew he would break down as soon as the three teens were gone. Leon pressed a kiss to his lover's forehead.

"Oh Severus," He murmured, holding the slightly smaller man even tighter. "I love you so much."

Severus just buried his face in Leon's shoulder and continued to shake, letting his hot tears fall only after the door had closed.
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The Great Hall was buzzing about the newsfeed when the trio arrived, fists clenched and faces set. Phyrrus and Cyrrus went white at the talk, trying hard not to allow their anger to over take their senses. Cyrrus sat at the Slytherin table, next to Draco, and caught Ginny's eye, but couldn't even dredge up the slightest smile for the girl. Phyrrus said nothing, fists clenched and shaking with anger. His knuckles were white as he attempted to restrain himself as the chatter grew louder and louder, grating on his very nerves.

"Did you here that Snape drained Filtch's last cat--"

"I hear he drinks the blood of his students--"

"--man here was his latest boyfriend because he drained the other dry--"

"SHUT UP!" Phyrrus and Cyrrus rose to their feet at the same time, eyes snapping with rage, bodies almost glowing from magic. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY SUCH THINGS!"

The Great Hall fell silent in the face of the angry teens, even as Harry put a hand on Phyrrus shoulder, and Ginny hurried to calm her own boyfriend down. "You should all be shamed!" Cyrrus cried, slamming his fists onto the heavy wooden table. "Speaking of a professor like that!"

"And not one a professor, but one who has been through more hardships than most of you could ever contemplate!" Phyrrus shouted, hands clutching Harry's. "He has walked through fire to keep everyone safe, and you treat him like trash? How dare you!"

"Enough, Phyrrus," Harry forced Phyrrus to sit down, and Ginny managed to sit Cyrrus down next to her. Harry, however, remained standing. "Phyrrus is right. Professor Snape isn't always the nicest person, and he isn't always fair, but that doesn't mean we should turn on him just because of an article! An article based on speculation just so the paper would sell. I know for a fact that Severus Snape is not a vampire. I have seen him in the sun, and I know for a fact he did not drain his boyfriend dry, nor has he gotten a new one.

"This tournament is about drawing our school together with those in other countries, but how can we unify the magical world if we can't even unify our school? Shame on all of you for spreading such lies! We should stick together and stand by our own, not allow someone who doesn't even know him to drag his name through the dirt!

"This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, damn it, not Hogwarts School of Turncoats! Where is the Hufflepuff loyalty, to stand next to each other, since we are all part of the same school, with the same goal? Where is the Ravenclaw intellect that should know in a mere moment that Professor Snape could be no vampire? Where is the Slytherin ambition, to further gain acknowledgment of this school rather than drag its name through the mud? And where the hell is the Griffindor bravery that should allow us to stand up for our own, no matter what?

"Right now, we are all a bunch of treacherous, stupid, slothful, cowards!" Harry's fists slammed the table top for emphasis. "How could we do this? We were chosen for our houses based on merits and we sure as hell have not been showing them! How could we, Hogwarts students, act like this? Going against one of our own and believing those terrible lies instead of standing by him and refusing to allow these lies to corrupt us! I won't accept that! We are better than this! We are the students of Hogwarts!"

Stunned silence swept over the Great Hall, awe making every student there turn and stare at Harry, who was turning an embarrassed red, but refused to stand down. Phyrrus grinned as he and Cyrrus started to clap, sending the school into a frenzy. Harry sat down, face burning, but offered Phyrrus a smile. "Did you like your soap-box?" Phyrrus asked, pressing a kiss to Harry's lips.

"Yeah," Harry smiled slowly. "I think I did."

Phyrrus hugged his boyfriend tightly, turning to the head table in time to catch McGonagall offer Harry a proud smile and see Dumbledore wink at the boy-who-lived. Harry turned a little redder. The cheering died down after several long minutes, the whispers changing to something else entirely they began to find flaws in Skeeter's theory. Harry squeezed Phyrrus' hand. Maybe things would turn out for the best after all.

No one but River and Rayne noticed a small bug scuttle from the Great Hall, with eye-glass markings around its antenna. The little twins glanced at each other and smirked. Two could play at that game. . .
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