CHAPTER 4
Ivy moaned as her back arched in orgasm, her hands tangled in the blonde hair between her thighs.
As she came down from her pleasure, settling back down onto the bed, Luna crawled up above her. The younger girl gently pulled Ivy into a slow kiss, allowing the ravenette to taste herself on the blonde's tongue.
When they pulled apart, Ivy softly whispered, "That was amazing Love." She wrapped her arms around the blonde, pulling her in for another quick kiss. "You were amazing."
Luna smiled, snuggling her naked body against Ivy's as she pulled the covers of the bed up on top of them. "Only because I love you," she said, as she settled in next to the other witch.
In the months since their return to Hogwarts, this had become the duo's new norm.
Luna had wasted no time. On the train ride back to Hogwarts, the blonde witch had told Ivy she had fallen in love with her. They were a couple by the time they reached the castle.
They made love for the first time on Valentine's Day.
Since then, it wasn't unusual for Luna to stay in Ivy's room during the night.
"I love you too," Ivy told the blonde. Holding Luna a little tighter, she added, "You have no idea how much."
The two drifted to sleep together, neither worried about what the future would bring, or their exams which would start the next day.
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Ivy was surprised when she was called to the Headmaster's office.
Namely because McGonagall had told her Dumbledore wanted to speak to her, without the bite that had been in the elder witch's voice since Ivy's sexuality came out.
Dumbledore had been forced out of his position as Headmaster a few weeks earlier, after Umbridge caught Ron and Hermione's defense club. Since then, Umbridge had taken on the roll, even if the school had denied her entrance into the Headmaster's office.
If it hadn't been for Luna, Ivy would likely have gotten into trouble with the woman. Umbridge tried to use her new position to bait Ivy even more.
Meanwhile Dumbledore had become the most wanted man in Great Britain.
Between being told he wanted to speak to her in his office, and the politeness her Head of House was showing her, the emerald-eyed witch was both surprised, and nervous.
Stepping into the Headmaster's office, Ivy noticed Dumbledore sitting behind his desk, with his phoenix, Fawkes, perched beside him.
"You wanted to see me Headmaster," Ivy asked, doing her best to be respectful. While Dumbledore hadn't done anything about her bullying, he was still the Headmaster of Hogwarts...apparently. And if she could deal with Umbridge, Ivy could certainly deal with Dumbledore.
"Yes Ivy," the elderly wizard said. His voice was heavy, without the joviality that it normally contained. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Would you please take a seat."
The young witch wearily took her seat.
Dumbledore sighed. "I'm afraid there is no good way to say this," the Headmaster began. "Last the night, Voldemort had his Death Eaters infiltrate the Ministry. The Order was alerted, and several of us responded to the threat. The good news, is that Voldemort's rebirth has finally been revealed, undeniably, to the Ministry, and Magical Britain as a whole. And several Deatheaters were caught and arrested. But this was not without cost. Several members of the Order were injured, and we suffered one fatality."
Ivy found most of what the Headmaster was saying was good. And while she wasn't happy that several members of the Order of the Phoenix were injured, she couldn't say she felt bad either. She didn't really know that many of the Order beyond a passing acquaintance. But it was the one fatality she worried about...she hoped with all her heart the Headmaster wasn't about to confirm one of her worst fears.
Dumbledore took a deep breath before saying. "I'm sorry Ivy, but Sirius is gone."
The young witch felt as though she had swallowed a large rock, and it was lodged in her throat. She could feel the tears beginning to form in her eyes. "What?" she asked, praying she'd head the elderly wizard wrong.
The Headmaster sighed. "There is a...device, in the Ministry. It's called the Veil of Death. Sirius was fighting Lucius Malfoy near it. He had just knocked Lucius out, but another Deatheater, Sirius' cousin in fact, Bellatrix Lestrange intervened at that point. He hadn't seen her, and she stunned him. As he fell however, he fell through the Veil."
"But...he was just stunned," Ivy protested, attempting to grab at any semblance of hope she could.
Dumbledore's shoulders sagged. "Ivy, there is a reason it is called the Veil of Death. Nothing that passes through it, has ever returned."
Tears began to fall freely down Ivy's face. Despite this, she refused to break down in front of the Headmaster. Besides, it wouldn't take her long to get to her room. "Is that all Professor," she asked, her voice seemingly detached.
"I'm afraid not my girl," Dumbledore admitted, and as he did Ivy thought he looked as old as he actually was for once. "I'm afraid I've done you a great disservice."
"Professor?" the emerald eyed girl asked, wondering what he meant, even as she wanted to flee to her room to grieve.
"Do you remember, at the end of your first year, when you were recuperating in the hospital wing after you adventure with Professor Quirrell and the Philosophers stone, you asked me a question?"
Ivy nodded.
"You asked me why Voldemort had tried to kill you when you were but a babe...
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Nothing...
That's what Ivy felt at the moment.
Oh she had been pissed when Dumbledore told her of the prophecy concerning herself and Voldemort...how she was fated to kill or be killed by the man.
She'd trashed his office.
Then shed retreated to her room, broke down, and cried.
She didn't notice when Luna had entered the room, and began to hold her. She didn't even remember going to sleep.
Sirius was dead.
Even if she didn't put much stock in them, there was a prophecy that meant Voldemort would never stop coming for her.
Now, having woke up to Luna holding her...Ivy felt nothing. It was simply too much information...too much anger and too much grief.
She didn't notice when Luna woke herself. Not until the blonde asked, "Are you alright?"
Ivy felt bad, hearing the worry in the blonde's voice, but she refused to lie to her girl friend. "I don't know," she admitted.
Luna hugged her tighter, pulling the ravenette's back against her. She placed a light kiss on Ivy's neck, before asking, "What's wrong?"
The green eyed girl rolled over to face the blonde's worried blue eyes. She heard Luna take a shocked breath as their eyes met, but the blonde didn't say anything. "I don't want to hide anything from you Luna, but please...I...I don't want to talk about it now. I'll tell you...I promise I will...But..."
A petite finger came up to Ivy's lips, and the blonde smiled sadly. "It's alright Ivy, we don't have to talk about it now."
Ivy felt fresh tears, of both happiness and shame pool in her eyes.
"Can you just...hold me?" Ivy asked, feeling so small.
Luna just smiled, and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Of course." She leaned in and gently kissed Ivy's forehead before cuddling tightly against the blonde. "Whatever you need," she assured her girlfriend.
For the first time since Dumbledore told her Sirius was dead...Ivy felt that she, that the world, would be okay.
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