Author's Note: I don't own Harry Potter but I do own any OC's you see in this story (there's going to be a lot of them!)
Key:
This- Journal entries
This- Memories
This- Modern world
000- Scene break
Chapter Four
Setting Out
Harry Potter entered the owlery more confused than he could ever remember being. He had just had sex with his best friend! She had approached him after that day's reading and pleaded that he take her virginity. Harry, being noble, had tried to resist, saying that she was just aroused from seeing Amoda have sex in the Journal and that she wasn't thinking clearly. But Hermione countered with the fact that she had been thinking about who to give her cherry to for nearly a year and Harry was always close to the top of that incredibly narrow list. When Harry countered with the fact that she fancied Ron, she had literally exploded in indignation...
"Ronald!" screeched Hermione, her hair looking more bushy than it had in years. "There's no way in hell I'm shagging Ron bloody Weasley!"
"B-but?"
"Harry, I told you I want my first time to be special. That mean's that the boy I shag will both understand and appreciate the gesture of making him my first lover. I want to trust the guy absolutely, and I don't trust Ron right now! Hell, I don't know if I will ever trust him the way I used to! Had he not been a prat who started chasing after his precious 'Lav-Lav' then I might be with him right now... As it is..." Hermione stepped forward and kissed him once more. "Please Harry, make love to me!"
Needless to say, Harry's will broke under her big, brown-eyed stare. The boy-who-lived had used every trick he knew from Cho and those that he remembered from Padfoot and Moony's talk to make Hermione's first shagging one for her to remember (and treasure) forever.
And now he was confused. He didn't know what Hermione expected of him anymore! Was this a one-off thing or would she be expecting more? Did she want to date him? Would she regret this and wish that it had never happened once she was thinking clearly? He didn't know and that bothered him!
So, while Hermione used an elf to pop directly into the girl's showers in Gryffindor Tower, not wanting everyone to see her with a 'just shagged stupid' look and spread rumors, Harry penned a note to Remus Lupin explaining his situation before spelling it to only show after the werewolf uttered the Marauder's passphrase. Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and cast a Disillusionment Charm that would make the owl blend in with the sky so she wouldn't be identified and intercepted.
Harry grinned as he watched his beloved familiar fly into the horizon; he just had sex, confusing emotions aside, he had just driven his best friend to multiple screaming orgasms and he was feeling pretty good with himself. Suddenly, the scent of their shagging wafted to Harry's nose and the black-haired boy called for his own elf. Asking it to apparate him to the boy's showers, Harry grasped it's hand and disappeared with a pop.
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Several hours later, Harry was laying on his bed thinking over the day's events.
Hermione, it turned out, was an amazing actress, because, to the casual observer (and Ron, but he was dense that way), Hermione and Harry's relationship (that being one of close friendship) hadn't changed. But Harry wasn't an average observer. Hermione had been silent for most of the night, sitting curled up on a couch next to Harry staring into the lit fireplace. She seemed to be unnaturally content, but she was subtly trying to be as close to Harry as possible. Every time Harry would change his sitting position, Hermione would move gingerly so that some piece of her bare skin was touching his in an unconscious need to be close to the man she had just given herself to.
They sat like that for a while and Harry was rather impressed when Ron brought Lavender into the Common Room, snogged her at the foot of the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory, and Hermione didn't react to the sight in any way. She simply burrowed deeper into Harry's side and laid her head on his shoulder before closing her eyes and drifting in and out of consciousness.
Harry had waited until the Common Room was nearly empty before rousing Hermione and sending her to bed. Climbing the stairs, Harry had cast a preemptive Bubble-Head charm so he wouldn't be subject to the smell of 'Ron-after-sex.' He cleared the air without smelling it and opened the window nearest to his bed. Changing into his pajama's, Harry canceled his spell and sank into his covers.
Harry was drawn out of his musings when Hedwig ghosted into the open window, a letter clenched in her talons. "Hey, girl." said Harry softly, "Back so soon?" Hedwig gave the owl equivalent of a shrug and Harry chuckled while untying Hedwig's letter. Giving her an owl treat, Harry watched as she flew out the window and headed to the owlery. Harry sank back into his blanket's and unfurled his missive
It read:
Cub:
To say that I was surprised to see Hedwig soar into the kitchen at Headquarters was an understatement. I was further surprised to see your reason for writing (though I am pleased that you thought to ask for my advice.)
I admit that Sirius would have been more helpful - being the ladies man of the Marauders. But I've been around the block my fair share of times and I can say only this: Talk to Hermione! It'll probably be awkward, stilted, and more than a little uncomfortable, but it's necessary.
I'd be lying if I said that you and Hermione aren't a good match, you are, but what matters most in this situation are both of your feelings. If you want to give it a go, then do it! Don't worry about a breakup affecting your relationship adversely, I think that your friendship is strong enough to withstand practically anything.
Write soon,
Moony
Talk about it... Right, Harry assumed that that was the only thing he could do. Otherwise, nothing would change. Sighing, Harry placed his letter in his bedside cabinet and went to sleep
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Harry woke relatively late in the morning and, after fighting the pull to run to the journal and read, he left bed and shuffled to the bathroom, all the while thinking on getting Hermione alone so he could talk to her.
Completing his morning rituals, Harry dressed in some loose fitting casual clothes just in case they watched Amoda do anything sexual. Leaving his dorm room, the black-haired teenager heard a squealed 'Harry!' before his vision was obscured by a large mass of hair.
"Hi Hermione." said Harry, subtly looking around the Common Room, if Hermione wanted to fight against rumors then doing anything overtly affectionate was out of the question.
"It's okay, Harry. I've already checked, the only two living people in the tower are us..." There was a small silence. "Harry, thank you. You made yesterday a day that I'll remember forever."
Harry smiled in response and buried his head in Hermione's vanilla-scented hair before pulling back. "We need to talk, 'Mione..."
The Gryffindor bookworm sighed. "Yeah," she said hesitantly. "We'll do it later, but right now we're both missing breakfast. If we hurry, then we'll be able to grab something and take it to the Reading Room."
Harry nodded, and Hermione pulled her best friend out of Gryffindor Tower.
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Harry, Hermione, and Ron popped into the guest quarters each clutching some sort of snack and, with very little fanfare, Harry started the reading, the Journal's feminine voice drawing their attention as they munched.
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My training continued for nearly two months. During that time, Elfradr continued to surprise attack me using different weapons so I would know how to combat them, as well as having scheduled spars using Both my axe and daggers. He would also take me on regular hunting trips where I'd learn how to properly use a bow, and where I'd get over any uneasiness about taking an animal's life by being made to finish off anything we'd catch.
Elfradr and I would also regularly have sex. After I performed fellatio on him, thus proving that I knew what I wanted, Elfradr introduced my to a world of sexual delights I hadn't even known existed. I'd share in his bed instead of setting up a cushion of furs on the floor and he'd take me over and over again nearly every night. Sexual release truly became a blessing when I needed to relax after a hard day's work.
This pattern ended one day before my departure...
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Amoda awoke one morning nearly two months into her training, the sun was fully up and Elfradr was nowhere to be seen. Stretching, Amoda left her and her lover's bed and dressed in her training clothes. She looked different since the previous day's reading; she hadn't grown taller - at least not notably - but she was more confident, and walked with a sure stride that was as different from her unsure steps as night and day. A collection of faint scars crossed her arms, chest, and legs - reminders of her training. Her lopsided hair was more even and hung to her shoulders in what would be known in the future as a bobcut.
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After seeing her have sex, all three teens were barely affected by the sight of her changing from a large, tunic-like, night slip to her normal day clothes.
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Grabbing her weapons and shield, Amoda left the house cautiously, she wouldn't put it past her mentor to try and ambush her as a final test... Readying her axe and holding her shield in front of her, Amoda slowly walked through the threshold of Elfradr's lodge, her icy blue eyes scanning the forest.
The sound of parchment flapping in the wind drew Amoda's attention to the tree Elfradr was wont to sit under and relax with a bit of wood and a knife. Slowly shuffling her way to the message with her shield and axe at the ready, Amoda plucked the paper from the tree and read in a stilted voice that said that she was still learning how to decipher the written word (or rune in this case)
Smafugl:
Amoda smiled at the pet name.
I am going into town today to pick up supplies. You leave tomorrow, and though I wish I could come with you, my adventuring days are over. I will return soon.
Elfradr.
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It wasn't long that I had to wait. Nearly fifteen minutes later, I heard the shuffling gait of my first lover and mentor entering the clearing where I sat under his favorite tree...
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Amoda stood from her shady bit of ground and brushed grass clippings from her brown, patched breeches. Walking to the source of the noise, Amoda greeted a much better groomed Elfradr with a smile and a quick kiss before she helped lighten his load by grabbing a few of the many sacks he carried in his hands and strapped to his back. "What's up?" asked the Viking girl, leading the older man back to his cottage.
"Nothing much, Smafugl. Just getting you some supplies for when you set out tomorrow."
Amoda cocked her head but stayed quiet as she entered her temporary home.
Elfradr entered and led Amoda to the bed where he deposited his parcels. He sat on the edge of the pallet and nodded to the pile of bags.
Again, Amoda cocked her head but set to unwrapping her gift. Amoda's mouth dropped open Elfradr had gotten her a wonderful set of new armor.
"Go on!" said Elfradr, taking great pleasure in Amoda's reaction.
At once, Amoda stripped down to her chest wrap and woolen knickers. In her excitement, she missed the gleam in Efradr's eyes. She shucked her new tunic on and tied it around her waist with a strap of cloth. Bringing her hands up, she loosened the pull strings on her collar and breathed a bit easier. Bending over to grab her new breeches, Elfradr moved quick as lightning and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Amoda stilled and then smiled when she felt Elfradr's hardness pressed against her thigh. "Insatiable man!" purred the Viking girl, a heat building in her loins. She dropped her pants and braced her hands on the bed. She rolled her arse into Elfradr's groin and reveled in his moan of pleasure.
000
Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at each other and gulped before they turned back to the journal, their faces slowly going redder.
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The older man peeled Amoda's knickers off her dripping mound and his breathing grew heavier at the lewd sound. He then lowered his pants, not bothering to kick them away and allowing them to pool at his ankles. He ran the length of his rock hard cock between her slick slit.
"Wait!" panted Amoda. "M-my bum. I'm ready!"
Elfradr's jerked back. "Really?"
"Yeah, you asked a month ago and I said that I needed to think about it. Well, I have, and I'm ready! Take my final virginity! Sodomize me!"
Elfradr looked down to his nearly dry cock and nodded before he put it at Amoda's wet fuck hole and thrust in once. Amoda groaned as her tight sheathe stretched to accommodate Elfradr's uncircumcised member. "What are you doing? I want it in my ass!"
"My prick's too dry! It'll hurt if I'm not lubricated enough."
"Hurry up!" moaned Amoda.
Elfradr reached up and grabbed at Amoda's clothed tits. The ex-Viking pinched hard at her nipples while he slid out of her well explored cock-sleeve and placed the spongy helmet of his dick at her puckered rosebud. "G-go slow." breathed Amoda.
Elfradr nodded and pressed against his younger lover's ass. Amoda grunted in response and clenched her teeth. "You have to relax, Smafugl." whispered Elfradr. "It always hurts the first time, but it's even worse if the girl fights it!"
Amoda nodded and the tension drained out of her face. Her body relaxed, including the entrance to her back door, allowing Elfradr a second chance to bury his dick up her virgin ass. He started slow, simply prodding his penis in slightly and then pulling back when Amoda would grunt in discomfort. Finally, Elfradr presse harder and popped just the head of his thick cock passed the ring of tight muscles that sealed her arse.
"Great Odin's Ghost!" ground out Amoda, a tear streaming from her squinted eyes as she unconsciously pushed against the invader. Elfradr moaned as the tightest oriface he had ever stuck his prick in rippled around him.
Elfradr spat in his hand and rubbed the lubricant around his dick, re-wetting it in preparation for a proper sodomy. "Relax..." he commanded one more time before he slowly forced his cock into Amoda's clenching anus.
Amoda was breathing heavily through a painful pinched feeling as Elfradr buried his cock up her ass to the hilt. "Oh... Gods... You're so tight, Smafugl." They both stood there for a long minute and neither one was moving, Elfradr knew that if he moved that he would both blow his load too soon and that, more importantly, he would hurt Amoda.
Finally, the pain in her arse lessened to a far more manageable amount and Amoda smiled. She clenched experimentally around the foreign invader and shivered; there was something gloriously naughty about having a dick in her back door. She reached down and ran a finger along her dripping mound, shuddering at the contact. "It's okay," panted the Viking girl like a bitch in heat. "Bugger me!"
Elfradr grinned and forcibly pulled his dick out until just the head remained encased in Amoda's quivering anus. He slammed his prick home, eliciting a moan of both pleasure and pain from his smaller lover. "Your ass is so hot around my prick, Amoda!"
"And what of your dick in my ass? It feels as though I have a rod of heated iron shoved up my most secret of places! Oh gods it feels so good! Fuck me harder!"
Elfradr obliged and for nearly ten minutes they two Vikings rutted like animals. Elfradr's cock stabbed and slammed it's way deeper into Amoda with every thrust and he reveled in the tight, quivering heat wrapped around his member.
Finally, Elfradr gave one final roar and he emptied himself into Amoda's bowels, filling her in an entirely new way. "Hammer of Thor! I'm cumming from being fucked in my ass!" Fluids practically poured from her front fuck hole. Their legs gave out and they fell on their sides on their pallet of furs. Elfradr didn't even have the ability to pull his softening member out of Amoda's ass before they fell asleep, content with what they had done.
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Every member of the trio was beet red, but still, Harry didn't end the reading. They were forced to try and compose themselves as they listened to the Journal's feminine voice.
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That was the first time I had ever been sodomized (though it certainly wasn't the last!) and I can honestly say that I don't know what I liked more; being fucked in my cunny, or being buggered...
Now that you had seen me in two sexual situations you're probably wondering: ' Amoda! don't you have any shame? Most people would be embarrased with other persons seeing them having sex!' My response to that is: NO! Over the course of my life I have had relations with so many men (some who's names I can't remember and even more who's name I never knew) that I am honestly desensitized to strangers seeing me in the buff!
*sigh*
Well, anyway, We slept through the rest of the day and night and woke on the morning of the day of my departure...
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Amoda's eyes flickered open and, for a moment, she didn't realize where she was. Then a pleasent soreness in her posterior and the crusty feeling of dried semen between her bum pulled the memory of the previous day's activities to the forefront of her mind. Amoda smiled and allowed the memory to wash over her.
She had been luxuriating for nearly ten minutes when she felt her older lover stirring behind her. Amoda sat up and stretched similar to a cat, thrusting her hands in the air and putting her back taught but It was her loud yawn that finally pulled Elfradr from his own slumber.
"Good morning, Smafugl." grumbled Elfradr.
Amoda threw herself down on top of the ex-Viking. "Good morning, Elfradr. I don't want to get up but the feeling of your dried cum is rather itchy between my cheeks and I need a bath."
"I'll join you..."
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The memory skipped.
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Amoda stood, clean and dry, in the new armor Elfradr provided for her. She wore a leaf green tunic cinched at the waist, and brown breeches tucked into knee-high leather boots. Over her tunic she had a short sleeved shirt of linked metal rings and a padded leather vest made to comfortably fit her feminine frame. She had bronze pauldrons and bracers and a muted grayish-green cloak and hood to help her blend in with the forest. She had two belts with pouches large enough to hold herbs and small loot and two sheathes to hold her knives
Elfradr came up behind her, inspecting his charge with a critical and professional eye. "Well don't you look like a right proper Ranger!"
Amoda blushed and Elfradr handed her her shield, axe, two daggers, short bow and quiver of arrows which he helped strap to her back (Bow and quiver), right arm (shield), right hip (one dagger and her axe), and left hip (second dagger).
Elfradr looked upon his protege and smiled grimly."I've prepared you for many trials ahead. You have the knowledge to develop your skills out in the real world! The final gift I give to you is this." He pulled a folded piece of parchment from his belt. "It's a map of the surrounding area." he said in response to her questioning gaze. "Follow it and you should find your way to the nearest village easily enough."
"Thank you, Elfradr..." said Amoda more choked up than she'd ever admit. She held her hand out and accepted the map from her mentor with a tremulous smile.
"I'm sorry that I can't provide you with any money." said the Viking. "But I traded many of my old weapons for just the armor-"
His apology was stalled when Amoda dropped her faux toughness, flung her arms around him, and cried into his broad chest. "Please, Elfradr..." begged Amoda. "When I leave don't stay here! Remove yourself from your self-imposed exile! Move to civilization and rejoin humanity! Being by yourself will slowly drive you mad!"
Elfradr flinched at the accidental reminder of his attempted rape. "I will, Smafugl. It will take a while, but I will..."
Amoda nodded and they separated. The Viking girl pulled her hood up and Elfradr walked her to the edge of his forest clearing. "This is it, Smafugl. I don't know if we'll ever see each other again, but I just wanted you to know that you saved me. I was just hanging on by a thread and you pulled me back from the brink of absolute loneliness. You saved me and that is worth more than I could ever say, Smafugl. Thank you."
Amoda nodded and she dried her eyes on the hem of her cloak. "I'm going now..." She took a step away from the safety of the little cabin in the woods. With damp eyes, Amoda left the place that had quickly become a second home to her at a brisk run.
Elfradr simply smiled at her retreating back and whispered: "Fly, Smafugl, my Little Bird..."
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Harry abruptly stood and stopped the day's reading with a tap of the wand. "Well guys, that's it for the weekend reading. Tomorrow we'll have to balance the book with our homework." It was obvious that Harry was not happy about their semi-return to daily life.
"Don't worry, mate." said Ron, also standing. "We'll be through the reading soon enough. Then whatever happens, happens, and we deal with it. It's not worth worrying over."
Harry smiled at an example of Ron's rare wise moments. "Yeah..."
Ron turned to leave. "I'm going to spend the rest of the evening with Lav, I'll talk to you tomorrow."
Harry nodded as Ron left the room on Air-Elf, when he saw something from the corner of his eye. "Not so fast, Hermione!"
Hermione swore uncharacteristically; she had been trying to leave the room with no one noticing. "Y-yes, Harry?"
"We need to talk, Hermione," began Harry uncomfortably. "What happened yesterday? What are we now? What does this change between us?"
With every question, the Gryffindor bookworm cringed and flinched as though someone was beating her over her brilliant head. She sighed. "What do you want me to say, Harry? Yesterday, you did me a wonderful favor." she breathed out shakily. "Many, many, amazing favors... But if you're asking if I-I love you or something... I would have to answer in the negative. I love you no more than I did yesterday before the reading - that being the love of one best friend to another."
Harry simply nodded but gave no other reaction.
"As to what we are now... Harry, we were both raised in the muggle world and we both know that what we did is much more common than in the magical world. I don't see why we can't just remain best friends just with some... some extra benefits..."
At this, Harry's eyebrow's met his hairline. "You're saying that you want to be... Shag Buddies?"
Hermione blushed at Harry's blunt assessment. "W-Well, yeah. Why not? We're both nearly adults we can make such decisions!"
Harry nodded to himself. "Well, if we do this, then we need to set ground rules." Hermione cocked her eyebrow and Harry elaborated. "We can't just go into this all willy-nilly! One, or both, of us could get hurt if we do this without a plan. Say one of us starts dating another person. It'd kind of be a slap in the face to the other."
Hermione made a noise of agreement; It was true, if Harry had abruptly ended their mutual shagging so he could go off and chase after another girl then she would probably feel horribly inadequate and more than a little jealous...
"Right." said Harry. "How 'bout this: If someone else catches our eye then we have to talk about it with the other so neither one of us is blindsided. It wouldn't be so sudden and we'd have time to prepare."
"I agree, Harry. That's one rule down. Any other's?"
Harry sat next to Hermione and thought hard. "Not that I can think of right now. I do nave a question for you though: What, if anything, should we tell Ron?"
Hermione's face went blank and Harry could practically hear the whirring of cogs as she thought through the situation. "Well, on one hand..." began Hermione tentatively, trying to picture Ron's reactions. "We could tell him everything." Harry flinched. "Yes," coughed Hermione, "He'd be furious with us, but he'd eventually calm down and we'd be able to explain ourselves to him..." Harry made a face at the thought and Hermione had to agree with him. "Or we could tell him nothing. We'd hide it from him and everyone else. It seems easier, but Ron would react worse if he found us hiding something like this from him..."
Harry sighed. "What if we're really careful not to get caught?"
Hermione chuckled. "If you think that's for the best..." Harry nodded earnestly and Hermione grinned. "Alright..." she said in a breathy tone of voice. "I do believe that seeing Amoda buggered still has me all hot and bothered..." She fanned herself comically. "Is there something you can do to... alleviate the problem?"
Harry grinned and scooted closer to Hermione. "I have a few ideas..."
"Oh goodie..." whispered Hermione as she extracted her wand and, with a silent flick, plunged the room into near darkness.
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Author's Note, the first: Sorry about the long wait! About halfway through writing this chapter I went back to college (Culinary School) and it took a while to both get the gumption to start writing again, and have access to reliable internet. (Seriously, was blocked on the local wifi...) But anyway, I'm back and normal updates SHOULD start soon.
Author's Note, Part Deux: How was the second lemon? A few people asked for more detail so I hope this wets your whistle.
Omake: Here's an amusing excerpt from when I had planned on having the Order read the Grimoire with the Gryffindor Trio. I eventually decided to make it a Harry, Ron, Hermione exclusive thing on the grounds that it would be too awkward to have all the Weasleys there (I can only imagine how horrible it would be to be forced to watch porn with your family and professors in one room.)
Without further ado...
"Neville, Ginny, and Luna should come with us. They proved last year that they'd always fight the Death Eaters. If this book helps us as much as you think it will, then they should be there!"
Mentor and protege stared at each other for a moment before Dumbledore's eyes crinkled in a smile. "Very well, Harry. I will have a house elf bring them to my office where I will escort them to Headquarters."
Harry nodded tiredly and stepped up to the floo clutching Amoda's memoirs like a lifeline.
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Stumbling through the floo, Harry looked around the home of his deceased godfather. It was still gloomy, with it's peeling wallpaper and dank atmosphere, but there was a sure sign of traffic; scuff marks dotted the hardwood floor and the stove gave off heat as though someone had just made supper.
In a flash, both Ron and Hermione stumbled out of the fireplace. "Dumbledore's explaining things to Ginny, Neville and Luna." said the Gryffindor bookworm.
Harry nodded dimly, stealing covert glances at the book.
It only took a few moments before Neville, Luna, and Ginny stepped through the floo followed shortly by Dumbledore. "Still cheerful, then?" said Ginny, apparently addressing the house itself.
The Headmaster hid his smile, but his eyes twinkled extra hard at Ginny's cheek.
Neville and Luna, having never been to Grimmauld Place, stared at the grimy walls with some form of disgust. At least Neville did; Luna just looked vaguely interested, as though she wasn't standing in the middle of the Headquarters of the anti-Voldemort resistance.
"More of our number will arrive soon." said the revered Head of Hogwarts. "Of note, we will have the Weasleys - sans Charlie, who is away on a mission." Ginny and Ron perked up. "Remus, Nymphadora, Alastor, Fleur, Kingsly, and Minerva. Severus would join but, alas, he has other duties." Dumbledore ignored the muttered insults aimed at his dour Potions Master and continued. "Once we are assembled, I will explain recent events. Then Molly will try and have you kicked out only to be rebuffed by Alastor. I will back him and then we shall get down to business while Molly sulks like a petulant toddler."
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Twenty minutes later, everything had indeed happened as the Headmaster predicted, right down to Molly muttering something about, 'just my babies' despite never having met either Neville or Luna.
"Wow, sir." said Ginny. "Do you have any seer's blood?"
Albus chuckled.
There it is! I hope you all enjoyed that. I might post more amusing deviations in plot when I can find the time to do so.
Reviews of all kind are welcome!