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Chapter Sixty-eight

Family Discussions

An hour and a half later Taylor was crawling through the portal with her brother, Ron, Hermione and Ginny as well as a number of other Gryffindors as they returned from supper in the Great Hall. The main topic of talk was, of course, quidditch.

"Do you think the extra week of practice is going to help Harry?" Colin Creevey asked almost breathlessly. "We're going to win the Quidditch cup this year, right Harry?"

"With you as Captain and the best seeker there ever was, it should be a snap!" Dennis Creevey piped up.

"It's all going to come down to the score," Seamus said, "We have a perfect record just like the Hufflepuffs but they have more overall points. They beat Slytherin a lot worse then we did. So we are going to have to make sure we are leading them by about sixty points before Harry can catch the snitch."

"Their seeker isn't as good as Harry, but it will depend on if they need to replace Hunter as beater or not," the Gryffindor beater said, totally unaware that Taylor was behind him. "He's a crack beater and they'll be hurting if they need to replace him. They were just lucky against Ravenclaw when he didn't play."

Ron turned to look at Taylor but she just shrugged and continued over to a chair in front of the fire. The Gryffindor beater's face went red when he saw she had been behind him.

A few minutes later the other four joined her in front of the fire. The talk about quidditch died out between the friends, and then Hermione discreetly put up the Muffliato charm and then leaned forward. "How is Greg doing?"

Taylor sighed, suddenly glad that her friends hadn't asked her before. "It's been a really rough week. Though he is doing much better today."

Hermione reached over and put her hand on Taylor's. "How are you doing?"

Taylor shook her head as she looked down at the floor, "It's been one hell of a week. I'll take losing my wand any day over how this week was. But today was better, a lot better."

"You look exhausted. Maybe you should get some sleep tonight instead of going to the hospital." Ginny said gently her brown eyes filled with concern.

The fearful look in the Hufflepuff's eyes flashed in front of her mind's eye, and she shook her head, "No, I need to go. It's harder at night. It's always so much harder at night…" Taylor stared at the floor not seeing it as her voice trailed off, as vivid images passed through her mind.

Hermione nodded as she gave her friend's hand a squeeze.

The five friends spent a quiet evening just talking mostly. Ron and Hermione had to leave for patrol at nine thirty and after they left Taylor turned to her brother.

"Is all our stuff still up in your trunk?"

Her brother nodded and she got up, "Mind if I go get something?"

When her brother said he didn't, she hurried up the boy's staircase and into her brother's room. Dean, Seamus and Neville were still down in the common room. Going to his trunk she knelt beside it and opened it, pushing his socks and things out of the way to get to the bottom where she saw Hermione's magically enlarged hand bag. Pulling it out of the trunk she opened it and peeked inside. It was crammed full of everything they had taken with them when they went searching at Christmas. Taylor scrunched her face up in thought as she wondered if the wrapped little box would still be in the tent or not. She rummaged around for a few minutes and then in a huff pulled out her wand and tried summoning the present. It didn't work. Taylor put the hand bag on the floor and started rooting through her brother's trunk again when she emerged a few minutes later, still empty handed, she noticed him leaning against a nearby bed post, arms crossed watching her.

"What are you looking for?" he asked with a bemused expression.

Taylor rolled her eyes at him before answering in a huffy voice, "If you must know, I'm looking for a little wrapped present Greg gave me for Christmas." Taylor picked up the handbag and opened it again starting to think she was going to have to empty everything out in order to find it.

"It's not in there."

Taylor's head came up and she looked at her brother curiously. "Well where is it then?"

"It's in the other bag. I put it in the bag with the Dark books for safekeeping. I figured you'd want it some time." He looked at her intently as he spoke.

Taylor felt her cheeks turn red, as she mumbled her thanks before reaching into his trunk and pulling out the magical bag in which they kept the Dark Magic books that they had taken from Briggs Cottage. It was charmed and heavily warded so that only one of the four Gryffindors could open the bag. Peeking inside she saw the little wrapped box and carefully reached in and took it out. The ribbon was a little wrinkled, but other than that it was the same as when she had gotten it. Setting the present on the floor she put the bag and Hermione's handbag back in the trunk, as well as a couple pairs of socks and even a pair of underwear that had fallen out. Then with a wave of her wand she rearranged his stuff so it was all folded and neat before she closed the lid.

Standing she noticed her brother was still watching her.

"Come here and have a seat please." Her brother asked as he waved to his bed.

Thinking that this was twice today she had been asked to sit down on a bed, she wondered what her brother wanted.

He didn't move from his position against the bedpost as he asked, "What's been going on this week sis? And don't tell me nothing."

Taylor sighed and flopped back on his bed staring up at the ceiling. "I feel like I've been put through a wringer this week." She said honestly, turning her head so she could look up at him.

Harry sighed, that much he already guessed. "Did the Hufflepuff give you a hard time?" he asked shrewdly.

Taylor looked back up at the ceiling. "He took what happened to him really hard. In a way I can't blame him. His life is never going to be the same."

"Did he hurt you?" It was asked quietly but there was a hard edge in her brother's voice.

Taylor sighed and closed her eyes. She was still reeling from the pain of this week and hoping against hope that this afternoon wasn't some sort of cruel joke on the Hufflepuff's part. Deep down she knew he had been sincere in his apology, but still a part of her, the part that had been hurt so badly, was unsure and uncertain. She felt the bed shift as her brother sat down beside her. A tear squeezed out of her eye and ran down into her hair, a testament to how much she had hurt all week.

"Hey, come here," Harry said gently, as he pulled her up and hugged his sister.

"I'm sorry. I've just been a mess this week." Taylor whispered. "It has hurt so much to see him like that. Lupin talked to him last night and he was so much better today. He's just scared Harry. He's never been through things like we have. He just really lost it."

"And he took it out on you." Her brother said quietly.

Taylor pushed back from her brother and searched his green eyes. She could see he was a little angry but mostly concerned. "He's not the only one who has lost it before and been irrationally angry at me." She chided him gently.

A corner of his mouth pulled up slightly as he kissed her on top of the head. "Duly noted little sister, duly noted."

Taylor told him about how the Hufflepuff had improved that day and saw his friends, hinting towards him and the others coming to see the Head Boy tomorrow.

The curfew bell rang and Taylor jumped up, grabbed the present off the bed and said a hasty goodbye as she raced down to the common room and out through the portal. She had the invisibility cloak inside her robes and she pulled it out as she raced down the hall and swung it over her body as she hurried down a hidden passage out of sight of anyone. By the time she reached the Hospital Wing doors she was out of breath, and she was worried she might be too late. To her great relief the door opened and she slipped in as quietly as possible.

Trying to catch her breath as she headed across the ward when she heard voices and slowed, creeping the rest of the way. Peering around the screen she saw Pomfrey doing her evening check on her patient before turning to go. "Just let me know if you change your mind Mr. Hunter." Then the nurse left and Taylor heard her locking the hospital doors.

Moving quietly she walked to the end of the Hufflepuff's bed and then she stopped, suddenly uncertain. She could see him turning his head as if he was searching for her but his eyes passed over where she was standing. When the door to Pomfrey's office clicked he called out softly.

"Taylor? Are you there?"

She pulled the cloak off her head and smiled when he jumped a little at the sight of her.

"You know it's a little disconcerting to see your head floating in mid air."

Taylor grinned as she came up beside his bed and whispered. "Sorry I forget about that." She went to kneel on the floor but he grabbed her and pulled her onto his bed to sit.

"I realized today that the floor is rather uncomfortable." His arm was still resting around her waist and he rubbed his hand slowly in a circle on her invisible thigh. "I missed you tonight," His voice had gone husky and her heart responded by starting to race. "Did you have a good time with Potter and the others?"

Taylor couldn't help but grin as she caught the little hitch in his voice when he mentioned her brother. "It was a quiet evening. We just talked. Though I did find this." Taylor said as she pulled the little wrapped box out from under the cloak.

Greg smiled, as he reached put and pulled the invisibility cloak off of her shoulders, his eyes seemed to smolder as he glanced down over her body and back up to her face. "I like seeing you too much, even in a school robe and heavy sweater, to have only your head floating above me." His hand slid up her back to her neck where he pulled gently, bringing her face down to his. He inhaled deeply before his lips feathered across hers. "I want to kiss you witch." He breathed the words, and was rewarded when she kissed him back.

A few minutes later breathing hard, they separated.

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to distract me so I can't finally open your present," Taylor whispered with an impish grin.

"What can I say? I like to distract you." His voice was husky even as he joked.

She grinned at him and picked up the present from off his bed where it had been forgotten during their kiss. Carefully she began to untie the ribbon and then unwrap the box. Slowly she opened the top and she gasped when she saw the necklace inside. It was a fine intricately woven gold chain with a beautifully carved pendant of a winged horse standing nose to nose with a dragon.

"Oh Greg! It's beautiful." Taylor whispered as she took it out of the box and held it up close so she could see it better in the dim lighting.

"Would you like me to put it on you?" He asked sitting up and when she nodded he took the necklace from her and carefully fastened it around her neck.

That night the young werewolf slept soundly curled up on the hospital bed with his witch, his arm possessively around her holding her protectively against his body. If anyone had happened to look they might have noted his odd position, but they wouldn't have seen the underage witch lying beneath her brother's invisibility cloak. With his eyes closed the werewolf didn't care either. He could feel her and smell her and that was more then enough to keep his fears at bay.

Slowly Taylor woke up and for a long while, part way between being awake and asleep she lingered, too content and comfortable to move. Slowly though she became aware of the warm body curved around hers and the arm wrapped around her front. The slow deep breathing told her he was still asleep, and her mind wavered in that direction again too.

The sound of the Hospital doors opening as well as voices caused her eyes to fly open as awareness of where she was and what she was doing flooded her mind like a bucket of ice water.

Scrambling to get out of the bed, she elbowed the Hufflepuff hard in the ribs and heard him grunt as he let go of her. She barely had time to get out of the bed and look down to make sure she was completely covered before three people stepped around the screen.

"Good morning son. Sorry to have to wake you." Greg's father said in a solemn tone.

Taylor was frozen in place standing beside Greg's bed, too scared to move in the bright sunlight that was pouring in through the hospital windows. The sun was already above the tree line of the forest.

Greg looked up at his father as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Even as groggy as he felt, he realized that he'd almost been caught. "That's fine dad." Embellishing a stretch he glanced sideways where he knew Taylor had to be.

Pomfrey glanced at her patient and then back to the two wizards before saying briskly. "I shall be in my office if you have any questions or need me for some reason."

After the nurse left Greg's father spoke again in a serious tone. "I thought it would be better if we came early. There will be fewer students about."

Greg slowly sat up in his bed as he realized what his father was talking about. In the wake of all that had happened Friday night and yesterday with Taylor and his friends, he had somehow completely forgotten.

"Son? What's wrong?" Mr. Hunter asked as he saw the alarm on his son's face.

"I… I don't want to go home. I've changed my mind."

"Changed your mind? When? I was just talking to Alaster on Friday and he told me that you were still adamant that you wanted to leave." Mr. Hunter said in a clipped voice.

Greg could see the displeasure in his father's face and was fairly sure he knew what his father was thinking. "Look Dad, I know what I told Moody on Friday," He remembered all to well being very sarcastic with his father's friend, and yelling at Moody because he had to wait until Sunday before his father could come get him. Running a hand through his hair, he suddenly wished Taylor wasn't here to hear all this. "It's just that, I've changed my mind."

Mr. Hunter stared hard at his son, noting that he was more relaxed and instead of yelling insults, he seemed to be acting more like himself.

Greg sighed, and looking down at the floor he remembered what his witch had told him. "Dad, I'm sorry…" taking a deep breath he looked up at his father. "I'm sorry I acted like such an ass. I'm sorry to for all those things I said. At the time all I could think about was that I was now some monster." He snorted humorlessly, "I was a monster, but it wasn't the werewolf speaking, it was fear. All I can say is I'm sorry again, and hopefully you can forgive me. And you too Uncle Mike."

Taylor wished she could melt into the floor. This was a very private conversation and not meant for her ears or eyes. She knew she could have tried closing her eyes and plugging her ears, but her time on Monday hiding taught her that it wouldn't do any good.

So feeling like some peeping Tom, she watched as Greg's father walked over to his son and hugged him.

"Of course I forgive you son. I've been so worried about you!"

"Thanks Dad. I'm sorry." Greg whispered thickly as he hugged his father back.

When his father released him and stepped back his uncle moved into his place.

"You sure had us worried, Greg." His uncle hugged him too.

"I'm sorry Uncle Mike. I really am."

When his uncle released him he sat on the bed beside his nephew.

Taylor was so relieved she had been on the left side of Greg's bed and not the right where his father and uncle now were. Slowly, inch-by-inch she started to make her way out from between the beds and around the screen. She wanted to give the three of them the privacy that they deserved. She'd wait by the door until she could get out.

"What happened to bring about this change?" His uncle asked seriously.

Greg looked down at the floor as he began to speak. "If Mum knew how I acted this past week she'd have my hide. I was a real git."

"Yes, we heard, so what happened?" Mr. Hunter asked firmly.

"Remus Lupin came in and talked to me. Friday night. He was brutally honest with me, and it didn't hurt that he scared the be'jeebers out of me. I think he was a little mad at me actually. Maybe more than a little." Greg looked up at his father as he talked.

"Why was he angry at you?" Uncle Mike asked.

Greg glanced at his uncle and then ran a hand through his hair. He knew he was going to disappoint his father and uncle with what he had to say next. He had been brought up to behave better. "Moody wasn't the only one I said things to that I shouldn't have. I… I was terrible to Taylor, all week. I thought she couldn't stand to be near me, as it turns out she was only trying to help."

"I see." Greg's father said sadly.

Greg felt ashamed. His father didn't need to shout, the disappointment in his father's voice was harder to bare.

"Son?" Greg looked up at his father. "A man takes responsibility for his actions. I hope you have apologized to Miss Porter."

"Yes sir. She accepted my apology, though I know I have a lot of things to make up for. She has allowed me to start trying at least." His father nodded at him. Greg told his father and uncle about what Lupin had said, and the three of them talked for a long time about what had happened to him and what they knew would happen the next full moon. By the time they were done Greg felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His father and uncle, though very worried about him, weren't appalled or disgusted.

Taylor had made it to the door finally and wondered what she should do. She remembered what the Hufflepuff had told her about seeing the door open, so she didn't dare go out. Here by the door she only caught the odd word that was being said and a new idea began to take shape.

Straightening the wrinkles from her robes with a spell and doing her hair, she pulled off the invisibility cloak and opening and shutting the door, as if she had just come in she walked towards the screen and the three wizards behind it.

"Oh sorry," she said as she came around the screen hoping she was convincing. "I didn't realize you had visitors, Greg. I can come back." She knew if Greg really wanted her to go, so he could speak some more to his father, he would say.

"Taylor!" The Hufflepuff couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice. "I… ah, good morning." He grinned sheepishly at her. "Oh ah, you've met my father but this is my Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike, this is Taylor Porter."

Taylor smiled, "Good morning Mr. Hunter, and ahh Uncle Mike." The two wizards greeted her warmly, Greg's uncle continued on with, "You're more than welcome to call me Uncle Mike, all Greg's other friends do."

"I can come back, I didn't mean to interrupt." Taylor offered again.

"Oh no, please we were almost done." Mr. Hunter said with a smile.

"No, please stay," Greg asked as he waved at her to come closer. "We were just talking about… what would happen when… the next full moon came."

Taylor met his eyes and saw the fear in them. Sitting on the foot of his bed she asked. "Has Pomfrey talked to you about it? You mentioned Lupin explained some of what would happen."

"No, I told her I didn't… care because I wouldn't be here."

Taylor felt panic rise up in her as she asked worriedly, "You're leaving?"

"No! Not now." Greg hurried to reassure his witch, "I wanted to at first, well all week, but… not now." He met her worried hazel eyes and tried to reassure her even more with his eyes.

The sound of the hospital doors opening and then the sound of muffled voices stopped any further comments as the witch and three wizards turned to see who came around the screen.

"Alastor! Good morning, I wasn't expecting to see you here." Mr. Hunter exclaimed as he stood to shake his friend's hand before turning to the other wizard who had walked around the screen with Madame Pomfrey. "Remus, it's good to see you again. Thank you for talking to my son." Greg's father said gratefully as he shook the older werewolf's hand. Greg's uncle also welcomed the two men, before sitting back down.

"Miss Porter, I see you are up and around bright and early this morning," Moody said in a gravely voice as he gave her a hard look with both of his eyes.

Taylor felt her face heat up but she managed a snappy reply, "I always was a morning person. Growing up on a farm you just get used to getting up with the sun."

Moody's only answer was a grunt before he turned to Greg and asked gruffly, "Poppy tells me that you are thinking of staying here at Hogwarts, is that right, boy?"

Greg met the old auror's searching gaze as he said firmly. "Yes, I've decided to stay. I want to finish the school year and sit my NEWTS."

The old auror grunted but nodded his head. "Then I believe there are some things we need to discuss."

Taylor glanced at Lupin and saw his serious expression and then glanced at the others quickly before looking at Greg. She knew Moony was about to tell the Hufflepuff the rest about what was going to happen, every thing that he hadn't told the Head Boy Friday night.

Standing, Taylor said gently as the Hufflepuff met her eyes, "Well that's my cue. I'll see you later okay?"

"No wait!" Greg exclaimed as he sat forward. "I want you to stay." He glanced at his father quickly and then back at his witch. He could see the indecision in her eyes and he added, "If you want to, I mean. You should know what's going to happen to me too."

Taylor could see the fear in his blue eyes, as they searched hers and she knew he was asking her not only to stay with him here for the talk but also if she was going to stay with him as his girlfriend.

Taylor smiled tenderly as she said softly. "I've told you before Hufflepuff, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay now too, if you want me to."

The room had shrunk as if it were only them in it as he nodded his head. He didn't see any doubt or fear in his witch's eyes, and he said thickly. "I want you to stay."

Moody picked that time to clear his throat and Taylor felt her cheeks heat up, knowing that the adults had been watching this very personal exchange, the spoken and the non verbal as well. Stepping forward a few steps she sat on the Hufflepuff's bed again, much closer to the headboard that the young werewolf was leaning against, turning so she could see the adults better. She slid her hand closest to him behind her and felt his fingers close over hers.

Over the next hour Lupin explained in great detail what was going to happen to the Hufflepuff come the next full moon. He also explained about not being able to use the Wolfsbane Potion for that first transformation and how Greg would be taken to the Shrieking Shack, where he would be unable to harm anyone, except himself.

Greg was quiet for the most part, allowing his father and uncle to ask the questions.

Taylor could feel how some of the things upset the Head Boy as he held her hand tightly squeezing it, even painfully at times.

They then went on to discuss the transformations that would follow and the Wolfsbane Potion that would help him to keep his mind after the transformation. Plus numerous other things that could be expected now that he was a werewolf. Pomfrey was able to answer some of the questions, as well Moody had several things to bring up, the most important being Voldemort and his desire to recruit werewolves.

"So, my son will be able to lead a mostly normal life except for his transformations on the full moon?" Greg's father reiterated when Moody and Pomfrey had finished.

"Except for the suspicion that most of our kind have for werewolves, yes." Moody said heavily in his gravely voice.

"I have heard of a werewolf harming someone even when it wasn't the full moon… what about that?" Greg asked a little nervously.

"You're talking about Fenrir Greyback, and yes unfortunately that is true, however Greyback is an exception to the rule. We believe that is because he is a killer in either form. You do not need to worry about that." Pomfrey explained kindly.

Greg nodded and then he voiced another concern he had, one that had tormented him ever since he first realized he was a werewolf. His face turned red as he asked, "What about… well what about if I want to… get married. Is that still safe? Or possible?"

Taylor's face went bright red and she looked at the floor. The men's faces all turned a little pink but the nurse spoke up in a kind professional tone. "Yes that is most definitely possible and I have never read anywhere that there is any danger to the wife or subsequent children. Other than during the full moon of course."

"Uhm, thanks," Greg mumbled embarrassed, but greatly relieved.

Taylor shot a look part way between mortification and exasperation at the Hufflepuff and saw the apology in his eyes but also the relief.

Greg's father cleared his throat as he stared at his son intently for a moment before speaking again, "Well that clears that up, I suppose. Is there anything else we should know?"

Moody stared at his friend, as he said, "No, I think that about covers everything on werewolves." The old auror was watching the two young ones on the bed, had been since he walked into the Hospital with his magical eye. He had seen the invisibility cloak on Porter immediately and suspected the witch had more than likely spent the night in the hospital ward again. His suspicion had been proven correct when he saw through her little lie about getting up early.

Moody flicked his magical eye over to the boy on the bed, noting that the pair was still holding hands. His lips thinned. He was going to need to warn Dan about the dangerous nature of the witch, though he doubted that the man would be able to sway his son away from her at this point, not when he could see how physically attracted the boy was to the witch, as well as emotionally.

A few minutes later the ex-auror and older werewolf excused themselves and left. The nurse went to her office and returned right away, "Here you go Hunter you will be wanting this back then, where you are staying at the school." She said as she handed him his wand. "I wish to check you over once more before I release you, so just let me know when you are ready." The nurse then turned and went back to her office.

"Pomfrey took your wand?" Taylor asked as she swiveled on the bed to look at the Hufflepuff better.

The Head Boy's face turned a little pink as he answered her, "Yeah well, everyone thought it was for the best. They didn't want me to hurt anyone."

Greg's father spoke up in an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry son, but we thought it was for the best. We were worried you might do something stupid."

Taylor couldn't stop her snort of laughter or the sarcastic remark that fell from her lips. "I wonder where you'd ever get an idea like that?" and she made a face at the Hufflepuff and he returned it.

"Look witch, I just might have to teach you a lesson!" he joked twirling his wand in his hand.

Taylor snorted again louder this time as she rolled her eyes at him, "You and what army, Hufflepuff?"

"Little cocky this morning aren't we?" Greg asked cheekily.

Taylor grinned at him and was about to reply when Greg's father cleared his throat, again bringing the two teenagers' attention to the fact that they weren't alone.

"Taylor, would you mind excusing us for a few minutes? I'd like to have a private word with my son. You too if you don't mind, Mike."

Taylor glanced at the Head Boy and saw the laughter fade from his eyes as he glanced up at his father, "Sure Mr. Hunter, no problem." She stood from Greg's bed and started out as Greg's uncle joined her and the two walked across the hospital ward and stepped outside to give father and son some privacy.

Greg's father's face was somber as he stared at his son, waiting until he heard the doors close before quickly putting up a silencing charm.

"What's up Dad?" Greg asked. He knew that look. There was something very important his father wished to discuss with him.

"I want to know how serious your feelings for that witch are."

Greg met his father's pale blue eyes, and didn't look away as he answered honestly, "I love her."

"I see. So you were thinking of her when you asked about taking a wife?"

"Yes Sir."

"Do you think this is a little…abrupt? You didn't even want her in the same room with you only a week ago."

"Dad! I had just found out I was a werewolf! I was terrified I might hurt her! As well as scared and…" Greg ran his hand up through his hair in agitation. He couldn't even begin to explain to his father all the things he had been feeling: disgust, revolt, terror, anger and loathing to name but a few.

His father sat on the side of his bed and put a hand on his son's shoulder as he watched him struggle.

"I love her Dad. If it wasn't for Taylor I don't think I could have handled this. She has been like a rock in a sea of emotions. She has been here for me even when I tried to hurt her. Even when I did hurt her, with what I said to her. She was still here. For some crazy reason she doesn't fear me, or what I have become. I have loved her since Christmas, even before…"

"There is a big difference between a school yard crush, gratitude and love." Greg's father said firmly. "A lot has happened in the few short months you have known this girl."

Greg met his father's eyes again as he said, "I am not a boy any longer. I know the difference between love and a crush."

"Okay son. I just don't want you rushing into anything. You are still so young. You're not even out of school yet and now you have to deal with being a werewolf… I just don't want to see you make a mistake you will live to regret."

"I'm not getting married tomorrow Dad! I haven't even brought it up with Taylor yet. I am not even a hundred percent sure if she feels the same way about me. I only asked Pomfrey because it was one of the things that was bothering me."

Greg's father studied his son for a long time before he said cautiously, "I'm glad to hear that." He paused for a moment again before he broached something that had been bothering him for a long while. "Greg, son… I like Taylor I really do, but there is just something… son, she has secrets and no past…" He saw his son glance away from him, a hint of color staining his cheeks as his son's jaw set.

"I know her secrets, Dad." Greg turned to look back at his father and didn't flinch from his father's intent gaze. "She told me a long time ago. It's not so different from my problem, really. I've accepted it. You are just going to have to trust me and Taylor."

Greg's father looked into his son's eyes and saw a man staring back at him, one who wasn't about to be budged from what he believed was right. Mr. Hunter prayed that his son wasn't making a mistake, but for now he would accept his son's trust in the underage witch.

"Alright Greg. Just be careful. These are dangerous times we live in and putting one's complete trust in the wrong people can be fatal."

"I know that Dad."

After a few tense moments father and son moved on to easier topics, mainly the Hufflepuff's mother and her concerns for her only son.

A/N Wow, so there was a lot that happened in that chapter! How did you like how Harry was there for his sister? Or the necklace that Greg gave Taylor? (I love horses and dragons so that was where the inspiration for that came from!) Then there was the talk with Greg's dad at the end... I could just see Greg worrying about stuff like that even if he hasn't mentioned it yet. Hope you liked this nice long chapter! :)

So with this chapter my story will be over 300 000 words! WOW! And there is still lots to come! :D

Thank you to those who have reviewed, Alerted and Favorited this story! As well THANK YOU for just reading this far! That in itself is a compliment! Thank you as well to my beta barbc... cause she has read this whole story once already and is re-reading it again as she is correcting my grammer and spelling errors! Well until next time, cytpotter.