Harry Potter and the Guards of Gryffindor
(Author's note: Hope I'm not loosing you to all of the new characters. There is a plot here somewhere, just stay with me...)
As the Weasley Tower quieted down for the night, George tossed and turned in his lumpy hospital bed. Earlier in the evening, Mr. Chang and Mr. McGonagall were sent to Azkaban to await their trial. George however, was kept at St. Mungo's to regrow some bones in his leg. The redhead had flirted with the black Medi-Witch who was caring for him and begged for food, but the young woman refused his requests and his advances. George was therefore hungry, irritable, and unable to sleep.
As he yawned, a young witch entered his room wearing a thin dressing gown and a shall to protect her from the drafty old hospital. George lay perfectly still, trying to ignore his pain as the dark haired beauty approached him.
"Can I get you anything?" the woman asked as she cast a pain lifting charm on George's leg. "You needn't pretend to sleep. I can tell you're awake."
George opened an eye. "Oi, then I'd take a pint of ale and some chips if it's all the same to you. Bloody Medi-Witch took my wand and sealed it while I'm here."
The women lit a candle and sat in a wooden chair next to George's bed. "And what do you think your Medi-Witch will do if Igiveyou chips and beer?"
George sighed with exhaspiration. "She'll skelp mefor sure, but I don't bloody care. I'm starving here!" he protested.
The petit brunette rolled her blue eyes, saying, "What the Hell..." and waved her hand, transfiguring a basket of chips and a foamy ale. "Don't let anyone know about that ale or I'll be hexed!" the witch laughed.
George dug into his chips and smiled. "I'll never tell!" he promised as he took a swig of alcohol.
The witch laughed and proped up George's leg and began scanning it.
"So what's the news?" George asked with curiosity.
"You'll live," the witch said mockingly.
"Really?" George said as he fained illness. "I thought it was touch and go there for a minute." The witch laughed and shook her head. "Thanks for the food," George said greatfully.
"Can I get you anything else?" the brunette asked.
"Your name," George said honestly. "I'd like to repay you sometime, maybe take you out to dinner..."
The witch laughed. "I'm afraid that would be unethical, Mr. Weasley. A Healer should not date her patient."
George chuckled. "Ah, you're a Healer then, not a Medi-Witch. Interesting..."
"Yes Mr. Weasely, I'm a Healer," the witch smiled, "my name's Olivia Wood."
"Oli's sister?" George asked with shock. "No kidding?"
Olivia smiled. "Don't worry about asking me out. I won't hold you to it now that you know I'm Oliver's sister."
"Why wouldn't I still take you out?" George asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"Because of Oliver and your... brother," Olivia whispered. "I wouldn't want to upset them."
"I doubt usgetting a bitewould bother them. It's not like I'm asking to get a leg-up or anything," George snickered.
"Ah, that's what you say, Mr. Weasley, but my brother's warned me about the infamous Weasley twins,"Olivia laughed.
George mocked indignance. "My brother and I?"
"Yes you! And I've cared for many of your patrons over the years," Olivia concluded with a slight frown.
"Hey," George said defensively, "all of our products have a lable warning people to use at their own risk."
"Yes, well I'll just make sure to tell my next patient that they were warned, when they come in hemmorhaging from a nosebleed nouget," Olivia said sarcastically.
George paled. "Someone actually bled that badly?"
Olivia giggleed, "No, but I'm always afraid they will..."
George sighed with relief. "Don't scare a bloke like that! I nearly shat myself!"
Olivia continued to chuckle and sat down in the chair next to George's bed, stealing a chip. "And I thought you could take a joke..." she smirked.
"I can, but I really don't want to kill anyone with our products, just make them laugh or piss them off..." George said with ire.
Olivia shook her head. "Right, I'll remember that," she said as she stood. "Well, I'd better let you get back to sleep..."
George laid down in his bed and pulled up his covers. "Yeah, thanks for dinner, Olivia."
"Your welcome," Olivia smiled as she took her candle and left George to sleep.
The next morning, Molly bustled around the kitchen in the Weasley Tower with a whir of activity. She prepared breakfast with a furver and helped Minerva and Cho to some tea before the rest of the residents woke.
"So what do you plan to do?" Molly asked Cho as the young woman sat at the kitchen table. "Are you off to America or are you going to stay with your mother?"
Cho sighed. "I'm going to America. I know my mother will hate me, but it's what I want to do with MY life."
"Well then," Mineva smiled, "Congratulations Cho..."
"Thanks Aunt Mini," Cho smiled brightly as Fred, Charlie, and Aurther crawled downstairs.
"Morning all," Aurther smiled as he took a cup of tea from Molly and began gathering his coat.
"Are you off so early?" Molly asked with a sad sigh.
"Yes Luv, I'm going to see what I can do to help Lee and Micheal," Aurther said as he pulled on his coat.
"You're a good man Aurther Weasley," Minerva said with a somber smile.
"Naw," Aurther gaped, "I just want to lend a hand."
"Well, thank you, anyway," Minerva said as she patted the younger man's shoulder. Aurther nodded and quickly left the tower. Charlie took a cup of coffee as Fred collapsed at the table.
"Where is your wife?" Minerva asked Charlie criptically.
"Upstairs with Hermione," Fred mumbled before Charlie could reply.
"Is she alright?" Cho asked as Ginny wandered into the kitchen.
"They're under house arrest," Ginny explained as she rubbed her eyes. "Ron, Hermione, and Harry spend all of their time with someone watching them. They're never left alone. Never."
Cho took a deep breath. "Why?"
"Didn't you read the papers?" Fred laughed.
Cho blushed, "No."
"Oh well then you missed out on the fact that Ron, Hermione, and Harry tried to escape the Burrow and hunt down the Dark Lord all on their own after Bill's wedding," Charlie explained. "They took the Knight Bus to London and fought us when we tried to bring them home. Your aunt nearly refused them admittance back into the school, but she agreed to let them stay if they were wandless and gaurded at all times."
"You've taken their wands, that's rediculous!" Cho shouted with outrage. "You've taken their protection from them! You've made them sitting targets!"
Minerva nodded with acceptance. "That is why we're giving them back their wands and letting them return to their dormitories when school starts. This summer was just a glimpse of what life will be like if they ever attempt to do something so foolish again."
Harry and Ron perked up as they walked into the kitchen with Hannah and Hermione. Having heard the last part of the conversation.
"Really?" Ron brightened immediately. Minerva nodded. "Mum?" Molly nodded. Ron grinned, "Brilliant!"
Hermione blushed as Ron turned to her, threw his arms around her and lifted her up into the air. They both squeeled in delight and rapture. Harry watched them with an easy smile and for the first time in weeks, sat down and ate a hearty breakfast. Shortly thereafter, a knock was heard at the Tower door entrance and a young women entered with George Weasley in tow. The petit brunette wore a cropped black dress and black sweater with a feathery black hat and large sunglasses ala Audry Hepburn. George's jeans from the previous day had been washed and repaired, as had his shirt. He was pale, but walking without a limp or any pain. The duo, fashion opposites, were quite the pair.
"Georgie!" Molly cried as she ran to her son and threw her arms around him and kissed him. "Oh I was so worried! Don't you ever do anything like that again!"
The young woman blushed and smiled as George squirmed under his mother's heavy embrace. "Mum," he scolded. "I'm perfectly fine, honest!"
Molly wiped away a tear with her apron. "Well, I'm just glad you're home."
"Yeah," Fred agreed as he walked over to his twin and extended his hand to the young woman who accompainied him. "Thanks for taking care of him Olivia."
The young woman smiled. "You're welcome Fred."
Minerva and Cho quickly walked to the young healer. "'Livie," Minerva greeted her warmly as she hugged her niece.
"Aunt Mini," Olivia smiled as she returned the embrace and turned to her sister. "Cho," she sighed as she released her aunt and took her little sister in her arms. "I'm so sorry about all of this. Dad's a real berk." Minerva shot her niece an reproving glare, but said nothing.
Cho nodded and sniffed at her running nose. "It's alright. I'm going America. To Hell with Mum and Lee."
"That's my girl!" Olivia giggled as she let her sister go. "I can't believe they were such arses... this was your decision, not theirs."
"Well now," Minerva coughed to change the subject, "I must introduce you to the rest of the Weasley's, Olivia." Turning to face Mrs. Weasley, Minerva began. "Molly, this is my niece, Olivia Wood, she's a Healer, and Oli's twin. Olivia, this is Mrs. Molly Weasley mother of Charlie who is husband to Hannah, mother of Fred, George, Percy, Ron and Ginny. And this is Hermione Granger and Harry Potter."
Olivia smiled as she nodded her greetings to the group. "Nice to finally meet you all," she said softly. "I'd hoped to meet you earlier, but I'm afraid that I've been caught up at work..." The Healer said nothing to Harry in recognition of him above everyone else in the room, which he was thankful for. Noticing Hannah, Olivia addressed her. "Medi-Witch Shephard."
"It's Weasley now, Healer Wood," Hannah corrected.
"I see," Olivia said as she visually scanned the other woman and winced. "I wished you'd have told us you were going to be wed, we'll have to adjust your schedule."
Hannah frowned. "I don't understand..."
"You will," Olivia smiled wearily. "You will. " Hannah glanced at Charlie and shrugged.
"Thanks for patching up me twin, 'Livi," Fred chuckled as he took George into a headlock.
"No worries," Olivia replied easily, "but you might want to ease up on your grip, unless you want to send him back to hospital."
Fred released George and the two fell on the floor as they began wrestling. Molly shook her head in protest and embarassment, but said nothing.
"Well then, Olivia, you must be busy and you still have to take Cho with you to your flat, so you should probly be off," Minerva said as she stepped into her field of vision, obviouslyanxious to have the young woman leave.
Olivia noticed her aunt's eagerness and became curious. "Why yes, I am busy Aunt, but I would kill for a cup of tea before we go,"the Healersaid as an excuse to stay.
Molly perked up and quickly took the young woman by the arm. "Well, by all means, please sit down, and I'll pour you a cup. You must be famished. I'll get you some breakfast." Minerva shot Molly a pleading look, but the Weasley matriarch ignored her.
"Thank you," Olivia smiled as she sat and took off her hat and sunglasses.
"I could use some nosh too!" George said with a hurt expression as he and the rest of the group sat around the table.
Ron and Hermione sat across from Olivia and she looked at them appraisingly. Molly sat down her teacup, but Olivia was transfixed. She stared at figure before her and his peircing blue eyes and shuttered as they reflected her own. She turned from the tallest Weasley and faced her aunt with an angry glare. "He's a Healer!" Olivia stuttered as she pointed to Ron. "That's why you're so eager to have me leave! You're hiding a healer!" she shouted with anincreasingly shrill voice. McGonagall nodded, but said nothing. Molly shuttered and her children shared anxious glances. "And you didn't report him? Why?" Olivia asked sternly.
"We wanted him to experience Hogwarts," Molly explained with a frightened expression, but Olivia didn't seem to notice.
"So you knew, but kept him here anyway..." Olivia questioned. Molly and Minerva nodded as the rest of the group exchanged curious glances.
"Mum, what is she talking about?" Ron asked with bewilderment. Molly brushed a tear down her cheek and took a deep breath. Charlie turned to Hannah who nodded with an affirmative shake of her head. The twins shared a gleeful expression, while Harry and Hermione stared at Ron with worry.
"Not now Ronald," Molly said coldly.
Olivia continued to glare at her aunt. "How could you do this? How could you keep him here when he should have been at St. Mungo's?" The young Healer spat.
Minerva shuddered as Ron looked at her questioningly. "He's Harry Potter's best friend Olivia..." Harry cringed.
"And that's a good enough excuse to keep him from his magical profession and destiny?" Olivia said with anger. "He should be training and working with his magic, not surpressing it!"
"Miss Wood!" Molly said with barely concealed anger. "This is not your concern!"
"Not my concern?" the petit woman screamed. "He should be at the hospital, training and working, not playing boy hero with his friends!"
"What the Hell are you talking about?" Ron said with a befuddled expression.
Hermione's eyes grew with realization. "Oh my word..."
"Ron," Olivia said with a soft voice, "there are very few Healers at St. Mungo's for a reason, very few are born. We are called Merlin's chosen people, we are strong, but only in the art of healing ailments and conditions. We're bullocks with shields and hexes because we're not meant to perform them. The magic you've been performing in school, it's dangerous."
Ron was quickly turning an odd shade of green and he swayed in his seat until Hermione took his hand in hers. "What do you mean, dangerous?" he asked.
"Do your hexes have a tendency to backfire or come off mediocre?" Olivia asked kindly.
Ron shrugged. "Not as much, now that I've a proper wand, but sometimes, yeah. Why?"
"A Healers magic is meant to heal not harm. It makes it difficult for us to duel," Olivia explained. "And the wand... it's unnecessary for you to cast a spell, it's only hindering your magic."
"And how is it that you know he's a Healer?" Hermione asked with nervous curiosity.
"Look into his eyes, Miss Granger, and then, look into mine. The color, it is specific to the magical gene that triggers natural Healing. Ron has probably already performed healing spells without knowing it. I've heard that he's very close to Harry who spends half of his life in the infirmary, surviving horrible injuries, which I'm sure is in part due to Ron's helping him."
Hermione smiled. "He does wake up at night and care for him when he has visio..."
"Hermione!" Harry stopped her.
"Sorry," Hermione winced. "Bad dreams."
"Right," Olivia said with disbelief. "Anyway all magical schools screen their students for this specific eye color and lack of dueling talent when children are first years. Ronald should have been taken from school and sent to St. Mungos for testing and then training. By denying his magical talents his is repressing his magic."
Minerva shook her head. "Albus and I thought it was for the best."
"We didn't want him to feel singled out..." Molly said with a soft sob.
"Bloody Hell!" Ron sighed as Hermione took his hand in hers.
"You knew and you let them keep him here!" Olivia shouted at Mrs. Weasley. "He's so far behind... I don't even want to think about what this is doing to his magic..."
"He was the only boy with that color eyes, but he's been able to cast hexes and spells... We thought the eye color was a fluke. And then he took to Harry so quickly. He's protected and supported him all through school..." Minerva cut in.
"So you just decided to forgo his destiny for Potter's?" Olivia cried. Harry shuttered with guilt as he looked at his best friend.
"It wasn't like that," Minerva sighed. "We were doing what we thought was best."
"Best for whom?" Olivia shot back. "Best for Harry or best for Ron?" Ron cringed as he chanced a glance at his mate who was pale and had eyes brimming with unshead tears.
Minerva said nothing, but glared at the ground as Oliver and Percy emerged from up in the tower.
"What in the bloody Hell is going on?" Oliver asked as he looked between his sister and aunt. "You've been here what, five minutes, and you've started a fight. Just like our blood father she is..."
"Oh get stuffed Oliver!" Olivia cried. "Did you know Aunt Mini's been hiding a Healer?"
"What?" Oliver asked with tired confusion.
Olivia shook her head with anger and Minerva sighed as she closed her eyes. "She kept the youngest Weasley boy from St. Mungos so that he could take care of Harry Potter. Bloody bint."
"Olivia," Oliver chided as he gazed from Ron back to Olivia and gazed into their eyes. The striking color was noted by Wood, who leaned against Percy for strength. "There is no need to talk like that. And besides, Healers can't be men, everyone knows that."
Olivia huffed out a breath of air. "Oliver, Healers CAN be men, it's just rare. That's just an old witches tale."
"Oh," Oli shrugged good naturedly. "Well then, I'm sure Aunt Mini did what thought was best."
"Yes, well she's hurting him..." Olivia cried as George scooted close to her and took her hand, but Olivia shook him off.
"Ron?" Molly asked. "My Ronnie is hurt?"
"No I'm not!" Ron objected.
Oliviashook her head. "Yes you are! By repressingyour magic,you're damaging it. You'll die beforeyou're thirty if youkeep this up!"
Molly paled and Hermione threw her arm around Ron's waist as he sunk further into his chair. Hannah cleared her throat. "Healer Wood, Ron's magic isn't completely repressed, is it? I mean look at his aura right now, it's beaming."
Olivia waved her hand. "Of course, it's the sexual energy fromthe girlthat releases it, but it won't be enough. If he tries to use his magic to fight, he's going to kill himself or it'll backfire and he'll kill someone else."
Ron and Hermione both scooted apart and blushed with embarrassment as Ron's siblings laughed at them and Molly glared. "Can you fix him?" Harry asked with a shakey voice.
Olivia smiled at his loyalty and obvious concern. "Yes, thankfully, we can."
Molly paled as she stood behind her youngest son. "You can't take him. I won't have it. I know how St. Mungo's uses you healers. You work until you die. You've no life outside of your work."
Olivia frowned. "That's not entirely true. Yes, Healers work hard and give much of themselves to their patients, but we are allowed to have lives. Hobbies, marriage, family, they're all options."
"Along with your own bodygaurd and survalience crew," Charlie cut in suddenly.
Ron looked to Olivia who sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't slow me down."
"But it's not a way to live," Charlie said coldly.
"Charlie," Hannah protested.
"It's true!" Charlie shouted with indignation.
"Well we don't have to worrie about any of this right now," Minerva said, silencing the querreling couple. "St Mungos, the Aurors, and the Healer training program can wait until after the boy has graduated from Hogwarts," she said firmly. Molly visibly relaxed.
"Really?" Olivia scowled. "You think it's fine to just block his magic and slow his progression? You aren't concerned about any hexes he might cast that could backfire? You aren't concerned about the lasting effects of his magical restrictions? You aren't concerned about what could happen to him out here in the open? Fine. Then why bother sending him at all. Let him die young and unfulfilled or let him kill a classmate while trying out a hex..."
Again Molly paled and finally, Ron spoke. "Do I have a say in all this?" he asked as he glared at McGonagall, his mother, and Olivia. "Because after all, it is MY life," he reminded them. Hermione beamed with pride.
"Of course, Mr. Weasley," Minerva said with thin lips.
"In that case, I'm stayin' until I graduate. I don't want to leave Harry and 'Mione here unprotected. They need me right now and I'm fine, really," Ron said with self assurance. Hermione swallowed her comment of concern and held Ron's hand in her own. Harry paled.
Olivia let out a ragged breath. "You can't though," she sighed. "Hannah and I have to report you to St. Mungo's and they will take you, forcably if they have to, to hospital."
"Bloody hell," Ron bellowed with misery. "But it's my bloody life and I'm a bloody adult!"
Olivia gave a sad smile. "Yes, but you are a rare find and are valuable to the community... it's our responsibility to help those in need."
"But I am..." Ron complained.
"You aren't," Olivia sighed. "You need to train, to prepare for your role as a Healer as the war heats up. You shouldn't fight, Ron, it's too dangerous."
"Bollocks!" Ron ranted.
"Wait," Percy interrupted. "Why can't he do both?" he asked Olivia.
"What?" she asked impatiently.
"He cancome to Hogwarts and finish school, but instead of Defense he can go to St. Mungo's and train," Percy explained. "Then he can finish school with Hermione and Harry and can start training to become a Healer. St. Mungos should allow it as he's at least attempting to comply with the regulations and that way everyone can have what they want." Oliva pondered the idea as Oliver kissed his boyfriend with gratitude.
"It could work," Minerva mumbled to herself.
"I can help," Hannah smiled with enthusiasm.
"Yes, yes, it all sounds fine, but I don't know if St. Mungo's will allow it. They're very... possessive over us..." Olivia stammored.
"That's one way to put it," Hannah smirked. "By the way, where is your Auror?"
Olivia shrugged with indefference. "He wasn't at my door when I left. I don't go get him and tell him to escort me places. If he's not there, then he doesn't come."
"Oh lord," Minerva cried. "So you just walk around by yourself?"
"All the time," Olivia replied.
"Great, you sound really safe," Oliver grumbled.
"Oh bite your tongue. Can you blame the guy for wanting a life outside of walking around with little ol' me?" Olivia sighed.
"Oh dear," Molly worried. "Ron will have a watcher.
"It's really not that bad," Olivia sighed. "He'll get usedto it. He probly already has."
Rongrowled. "No I have not. Why do we have to have guards?"
"BecauseDarkwitches and wizards will try and takeyouand force you toheal people. Olivia's been taken twice now," Oliver said somberly.
"Oh dear," Hermione cried. "Ron... you're not safe... you should go with Healer Wood."
"Fat chance," Ron shook his head. "I won't leave you and Harry. My placeis with you."
"Hey," Olivia interrupted. "You'll be with her. Don't worry. I'm sure I can just tell Thomas that I've found a Healer at Hogwarts and that the Headmaster prefers that I let the boy train while he's at school. I'm sure Tom can spare me threedays a week."
"Three days a week!" Ron complained.
Hermione elbowed him in the side. "Ron!"
Harry, who had been odly quiet, felt his gut wrench. "Who is Thomas?" he asked with slight dread.
"The head Healer at St. Mungos," Hannah said with a soft smile. "He is a good man."
Olivia rolled her eyes. "I'm not so sure of that, but he's a good leader."
"He let you come here without an Auror..." Oliver offered.
Olivia shook her head and winced, but her reply went unheard as Kingsley Shaklebolt and another man entered the Weasley tower without knocking. "No he didn't," the young man with Shaklebolt replied for Olivia. He turned and faced the young Healer. "He had no idea where you'd gone to until Mr. Weasley was found to be missing. They did a complete search of the hospital and Ministry, wasting time and resources. Olivia, what the Hell were you thinking!"
Olivia frowned like a scolded child. "I didn't intend to be gone this long. I only wanted to drop off George Weasley and pick up Cho and return to the hospital. I didn't mean to cause such choas."
"Well you did," Kingsley reprimanded. "Bellow is furious. Had he not been needed at three meetings today he would have come with us to bring you back."
"I'm sorry," Olivia appologized half-heartedly.
"Don't be sorry, 'Livie, just don't do it again," the young unknown black man said firmly. "It's not safe for you to be out without protection, you know that."
Olivia looked at George. "Mr. Weasley is an Order member, is he not?" Kingsley nodded in affirmative. "Then I wasn't without protection. Besides, Connor, I'm sure Voldemort dosen't want anything to do with a simple Healer. He has not attempted to capture me for three years now..."
"That's bollocks Olivia!" Connor shouted. "And you know it. He's tried to kidnap you before, and he'll try again if you present yourself as an opportunity."
"Gee thanks..." Olivia deadpanned.
"I'm serious 'Livie," Connor growled. "You cannot leave without your protective unit." Olivia made to protest, but Kingsley cut her off.
"Miss Wood, Auror Shaklebolt is only trying to do his job and keep you safe. Our only concern is for your welfare." Olivia rolled her eyes.
"Did Kingsley just refer to himself in the third person?" Ron whispered to Hermione.
"I think he meant Connor..." Hermione supplied.
"Maybe they're related?" Harry offered. Their whispered questions were cut off, however by McGonagall's yelling.
"Olivia!" Minerva scolded her niece.
Olivia sighed. "Listen, I understand your concerns and how my leaving makes you look, but honestly, I'm not in any danger here. I'm in bloody Hogwarts."
Kingsley frowned. "Yes a building that was recently breached by Death Eaters."
"With the help of a young Death Eater!" Olivia interrupted. "Yes, I know! My aunt told me how Draco Malfoy helped sneak his father's friends into the building and how Albus Dumbledore's prized Potion's Master killed the old Headmaster. I'm not an imbicile. I'm not niave. I know how deplorable our magical community is right now. I know that I'm not safe, that none of us are safe. But I'm not going to let that stop me from living MY life. This is MY life and I can live it any way that I want. I understand that my skills are highly sought and distinugished, but I will not have them forced out of me and I will not allow you to try and hide me from the world in order to keep less noble wizards from abusing me. I am not a child, nor am I defensless."
"Are you quite finished?" Kingsley interjected as Olivia drew a breath.
"N--" she started, but Connor cut her off.
"Yes, she is," he said coldly as he took her arm in his hand and removed her from George's grasp, eyeing the Weasley suspiciously. "Now let's get back to the Hospital."
"Hey now," George smirked as he followed Olivia toward Connor. "No need to get rough..." he said suggestively.
"George!" Molly chastized. George shrugged and Olivia blushed. Connor remained nonplussed.
"You are needed at the hospital," Connor reminded the young Healer.
"Fine," Olivia spat like a tempermental toddler. She turned to Molly, "Thank you for tea Mrs. Weasley." Then to Ron and Hannah, "I'll be seeing you soon."
"Good to see you Sis," Oliver said as he kissed her cheek.
"Ditto," Olivia grinned as she kissed Oliver and Percy on the cheek. "I'll see you all soon!" she smiled. She then turned to her aunt and her gaze turned cold. "Thanks for looking after Cho for me Aunt Mini."
Minerva sighed. "Now 'livie..." she began, but Olivia waved her off.
"I don't want excuses," she sighed as she took Cho's hand. "Oh and Hannah, meet with Poppy for a check up, you'll be needing some nutrient potions soon..." Hannah frowned and looked to Charlie who looked concerned. "It's nothing bad, you're pregnant is all..." the brunette smiles as she took Cho's hand. Hannah gasped and Charlie fainted.
Molly ran to her new daughter and hugged her, squeeling, "My first grandchild!" Fred and Harry helped wake Charlie, while Oliver and Percy shook thier heads and Olivia.and Cho followed Kinsley and Connor Shaklebolt out of the tower.
Oliver sighed as he turned to Hermione. "That's my sister, in all her glory." Ron chuckled. "She takes a might bit of looking after," Oliver laughed. "Got a temperment like me Da..."