Chaos of the Potter Family
Wanda: Shorter chapter, I know, but it's the quiet section before things start to explode. I always like to add parts like that here and there, so I hope you all enjoy this elopement chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 9: Semi Final Preparations
The next week, Pansy and Harry officially eloped. It was during a Hogsmeade Weekend, so no one was really looking for either of them, which was helpful. Taking the Floo out of Hogwarts, they went into the city of London and after a transfer on the Knight Bus, found themselves at the foot of a cathedral. Harry had set everything up the previous Sunday.
Pansy smiled tentatively as the two of them walked inside. They weren't exactly dressed the part, but that was just part of elopement. Waiting there was a priest, four familiar girls, and...
"Weasley?" Pansy said in surprise, staring at Guinevere who was perched at the right side of the podium. The priest was waiting with an open book.
"Potter," The redhead corrected her. "I discovered something last year that Dumbledore hid since I was a little girl. I was born Guinevere Lillian Potter; I'm Harry's younger sister."
"Sister...?!" Pansy let out a rush of air and said, "And for all this time I was expecting you two to get married!"
"Not for lack of trying on Dumbledore and Percy's part," Guinevere responded, making a face. Pansy gagged, and the two girls shared a semi friendly smile. "It's nice to meet the real you, Pansy Parkinson."
"I'll say the same about you...Guinevere." Pansy said, shaking hands with the redhead. She then gave the younger girl a semi uncertain look. "Are you...really alright, with me marrying your brother?"
"I know why you acted and felt like you did," Guinevere responded, her smile becoming sympathetic. "And now you know the truth. I'm fine with you two marrying. I wouldn't wish Draco as a husband on anyone."
"Thank you," Pansy said softly.
Tracey jumped out of her spot in the pew, walked up and gave Pansy an unexpected hug around the middle. Pansy let out a small noise of surprise; something warm and gentle explode in her heart, and she returned the embrace like she would have when she was six. She had almost forgotten this warm feeling of camaraderie and compassion shared between friends; it was a wonder she had managed to go for so long without it.
Releasing her friend, Pansy's eyes flickered over to the pew where Tracey had been sitting. Daphne Greengrass smiled, in that maudlin way that proved she was planning for the storm, and waved her fingers. Luna Lovegood sat aside, her eyes distant; Pansy thought about how she had been jealous of how that blonde haired girl could disappear into another world and forget the bad things she had experienced.
"Hello, Lady Greengrass." She said shyly.
"Hello, Pansy. Please call me Daphne; we will effectively be family." Daphne said pleasantly. "Tori sends her regards; she wanted to be here but it would have been suspicious for us to both be out during the school year."
"That's kind of her," Pansy said softly. "You're Luna Lovegood, right?"
Luna smiled softly, and raised her hand. "Luna Peverell, now. Daddy was there for our marriage. It was late on Wednesday night."
"I'll be next," Tracey said. "Daphne's last because her whole family wants to celebrate with her. We plan to leave school during the Yule Holidays to be there for that."
"Winter is my favourite season," Daphne said, by way of explanation.
Pansy glanced back at Harry. "So that's where you went that evening. I was wondering when I went to bed alone."
Harry smiled sheepishly. "You've been a very sweet distraction, Pansy, but I can't forget the rest of my work. I think – at least, I hope – you and Luna will be sharing a home once, er, everything has been set in motion. Gwen found a great mansion at a lakefront; a good place to raise a family."
"Any luck yet?" Tracey asked, waving a hand at Pansy's stomach. Both teens blushed, while Gwen chuckled merrily.
"If I am, I haven't been able to tell yet." Pansy said shyly.
"Excuse me," The priest interrupted politely, "But our reservation doesn't last all afternoon. Shall we complete the ceremony or not?"
"Sorry sir." Harry said, flustered, bowing slightly to him. "Thank you for giving us your time."
The priest smiled, and gestured for Pansy to walk closer. The twosome joined hands, and the quiet ceremony began. Guinevere worked as the ringbearer while Tracey, Daphne and Luna were acting as the witnesses. Seeing as they were all wives, and Daphne was taking notes for a spread in the Daily Prophet when Pansy got pregnant, it was acceptable.
"I, Harry James Slytherin, do take Pansy Patricia Parkinson as my lawful wife from this day, until my last day. I swear to love and protect her and our children with all the power I possess."
I, Pansy Patricia Parkinson, do take Harry James Slytherin as my lawful husband from this day, until my last day. I swear to love him, and to protect our children with all the power I possess."
Guinevere handed Pansy the second ring as the priest intoned, "Then you are now Lord Harry James Slytherin and Lady Pansy Patricia Slytherin!"
Pansy hugged and kissed Harry, among polite claps and cheers among her soon to be sister wives and sister-in-law.
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"Guinevere...I know it's a bit late, but I'm sorry for all the trouble I've given you over the years."
"I've already forgiven you, Pansy." Gwen said. "I'm sorry about what happened to your Aunt. I think, if I had been in your shoes, I might have acted the same way."
"I'm not proud of it, now. I hope that, between myself and my children, I can change Slytherin's reputation for the future." Pansy said, looking up at the sky as they waited for Luna to summon the Knight Bus.
"We'll all work on that," Tracey said as the bus appeared with a snap. "Our predecessors let Riddle turn us into the house of murderers and opportunists. If we help take him down, we can put that chapter of history behind us. Only then will we be free of the chains of the past."
"Chains can choke people," Daphne agreed. "It's funny that, when the parents sin, it's often the children who suffer the consequences."
"Not this time," Harry muttered. "Not this time."
They all climbed aboard and collapsed onto the various beds. Harry warned them that it was a three hour drive to the house itself, since there wasn't a Floo entrance established in the house for security reasons, nor were there any portkeys to it since the land was Unplottable. Pansy fell asleep quickly, having been quite tired after the stress of sneaking out of Hogwarts during which she had nearly been discovered by Draco. Daphne was meditating, while Tracey was reading a book. Guinevere was quietly talking with Harry about what was going to come next.
"Do you have any marital plans, Gwen?" Tracey asked curiously, glancing up from her book at the mention of the subject.
"Frankly, I can't think of anyone who's good enough for her," Harry responded tautly. "So no."
Guinevere rolled her eyes affectionately. "I'll just take your word for it, Harry. I've had a boyfriend before, but I can't say I was terribly impressed by him."
"There's nothing wrong with staying single," Tracey said, "I was just curious, given our current setup."
"I was hardly offended, Tracey, I was just offering my opinion on the matter," Harry explained.
Guinevere gave him a faux threatening look. "You better not be sticking to that when I run into a man I actually want to marry, Mr Potter."
"Duly noted." Harry said, throwing his hands up fearfully. Both Tracey and Daphne chuckled, while Guinevere smirked.
Eventually, they did reach their destination. Tracey lightly shook Pansy awake, and the five of them walked out of the bus and were immediately struck by sweet, cool air coming off from the lake, which was a five minute walk away. The landscape Gwen had scoped out was indeed incredibly scenic, a stone pathway guarded by an intricate iron gate guarding the path to the house.
"Which name should be put on the gate? Or does it not matter?" Harry asked the girls, as he stepped forward and unlocked the chain on the gates.
"I think we should just call it Harry's Place," Guinevere suggested. Tracey nodded in agreement, while Pansy was just taking in the scenery.
"Hah...! I'm flattered." Harry chuckled, before opening the gate. The five of them started walking forward, mostly quiet, listening to the birds singing in the treetops as they prepared to migrate from the coming winter. The late night sun was splashing against the ground, hitting the multi coloured falling leaves and casting light upon the ground.
"How much property does this place cover?" Pansy asked.
"A couple square miles. There's plenty of paths you can use for hiking." Harry said. "Since we're putting the Fieldus Charm over it, I didn't want you all to be stuck inside this whole time."
"Good," Pansy said in relief. There were rumours of some heriesses who were never allowed to leave their homes in fear of a miscarriage. Harry wasn't going to force that on her, and that further reassured her that she had made the right choice.
Eventually they did reach the mansion, and Daphne made an impressed noise at the sight. It was a five story, modern day house painted red and gold, perched on a hill ten feet from the beach, six feet of sand and seashells before the water rushed in and out. Pansy and Tracey both looked at each other and smiled; their favourite place as children had been the Davis summer home, and this place was just as beautiful if not more.
"This will be home for us." Harry said. "Um, does everyone like it?"
"Oh yes!" "Absolutely." "It's the envy of most pure blood Manors." The girls agreed, virtually as one.
"Then let's go in," Harry said with a smile.
**~The Next Day~**
Pansy woke up feeling sick.
She carefully disentangled herself from her new husband and rushed to the clean, white tiled bathroom – she had to admit, muggles had fantastic taste in architecture – and vomited, hands shaking. She felt different, and a spark of hope rose in her chest.
Taking out her wand, she cast a spell her 'mother' had taught her right after she had gotten her first period. A blue glow greeted her.
The whole house was then woken by Pansy's joyful laughter. A new Heir of Slytherin had been brought into the world.
End Chapter
So yeah, Pansy is now pregnant! Voldemort is in for a very nasty surprise next chapter! Neither is Draco, for that matter, when he finds out where Pansy went. (Get out the popcorn, everyone!)
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