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Chapter 19

"Wow!" Alicia said as Warrington held her to his chest.

"Yeah" he said equally breathless.

"The glowing stopped" Alicia mused.

"Shame" Warrington drawled.

"Is it?" Alicia asked him.

"No" he said truthfully.

"I really liked that thing you did with your hips at the last moment" Alicia said as she looked up at Warrington as he chuckled at their afterglow. Both completely out of breath and sated, she nipped at his shoulder playfully.

"I thought you might" he said with a smile as she laughed in joy resting her head back on his chest. "Did Montague give you any other advice about your health and the pregnancy that I should know about?" Warrington asked after a few moments of silence lapsed between them.

"Umm lots of sex and take the prenatal vitamins. I have to find another healer to deliver the baby though" Alicia said he could feel her smile as she said 'sex' but it drifted away as she said the last bit about Montague.

"Why?"

"I don't want Montague delivering our baby"

"Why not?" Warrington asked not offended just curious.

"He'll have to look at my you know what and no, I refuse to let him see that area" Alicia said Warrington couldn't help but laugh at her embarrassment and prudishness though inwardly grateful his oldest friend would not be seeing Alicia so intimately even if it was for medical reasons.

"Ok I'll find another Healer" Warrington said when he calmed down from his laughter he could feel Alicia's face burning with embarrassment.

"I can do that" Alicia mumbled.

"Oh no, you are doing enough as it is and when we tell my mother you will need all your time and energy for her. She will be a terror, I do want to ask your grandfather permission for your hand" he said as he lifted her hand in his and place a gentle kiss on her palm.

"You already got my hand" Alicia told him.

"Your hand in marriage. I'm a traditionalist in some regards"

"Well you'll get your chance this week" Alicia told him.

The next day,

Warrington opened the door to an old run down Pub in Northern Ireland. The pub had been noisy with activity and conversation from the outside but as soon as Warrington stepped in silence fell and the occupants all turned and stared at him. He had decided to seek out Alicia's grandfather and meet him before Alicia introduced them, he also thought it would reflect better on Warrington instead of it appearing he was hiding behind Alicia.

"What will ya drink Boy-o?" The Bartender asked in a thick Irish brogue from the bar. He was an impressive man at 6 ft 3 tall and lean muscles, he was in impressive shape for a man in his late 60's. He had dark eyes and was deeply tan and weathered face with salt and pepper hair and beard all neatly trimmed. He wore tailored suit pants with dragon hide boots and leather vest over a loose white shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows showing his tattoos and scars. The shirt had 3 buttons undone showing more tattoos yet again all of them telling of the man's travels.

"Nothing at the moment, I'm looking for Cillian O'Loughlin. Do you know where I could find him?" Warrington asked as he had already found the records of where Alicia's grandfather lived and apparently the man had bought a rundown pub on the west coast of Northern Ireland. But there was not a lot of information about the man. He did a small stint in Hogwarts before dropping out, not due to bad marks and then disappeared for nearly twenty years before reappearing on the registries for marriages. The man got married, had a daughter and then once again not much just a bar owner there was nothing nefarious it was just completely lacking the answers Warrington wanted. There weren't any photos or a brief description of what the man looked like so Warrington knew who to look for.

The other occupants slowly went back to talking but at hushed levels as they were probably listening in. Warrington had heard of such pubs but never experienced a whole room stopping at his presence.

"What business does a man your standing got with a fellow like him?" The bartender asked as he poured a pint of Dark Ale placing it in front of Warrington and a shot of fire whisky.

"That is between Mr O'Loughlin and me. I'm told he's the owner of the establishment" Warrington said as he paid for the drink knowing it would be rude not to as the bartender forced the drink. But then it wasn't like Warrington would be broke from buying a couple of drinks for information.

"Aye, he is" The man said with a nod of his head.

"Then how would one go about getting a meeting with him?" Warrington asked.

"Take a seat Boy-o, O'Loughlin won't be in for a few hours" The bartender told him before he moved to the next customer.

"Alicia I love you but can't you do potions?" George asked as he sat next to Alicia who was running the accounts for the last few days.

"Can't Healer's orders" Alicia told him and she knew he was only complaining for amusement sake so she didn't annoyed at him.

"Can't we just say you didn't do them but have you do them?" George asked.

"You love Potions" Alicia remarked. George did love potions he just didn't enjoy it at Hogwarts with Snape as their teacher.

"Yeah every once and awhile but 6 days a week in the back rooms get soooo boring!" George told her with a pout she missed as she didn't look up from her work.

"I can't do it" She told him frankly.

"Give me a good excuse" he said, Alicia looked up from the books and turned to face him.

"I'm pregnant" Alicia told him. George looked at her for a moment wondering whether she was serious or not and decided she was telling a joke and cracked up laughing.

"Oh that's a good one" he told her after he recovered slightly only to collapse into laughter again. Alicia didn't see what was so hilarious about her telling him the truth but then she wasn't going to correct him in saying it wasn't joke unless she had to.

"Alicia your grandfather is scaring our customers" Fred called out from the front of the shop. Alicia jumped up from her desk and rushed down the stairs into the shop.

"So I was thinking of getting a tattoo of two 'w's' one on each butt cheek and so when I spread-"Fred stopped with a grin as he was telling his 'wow' joke entirely too rude to be telling in the middle of a shop with little kids and mothers.

"Fred, you're unbelieveable" Alicia said as she reached them. Her grandfather looked thoroughly amused by Fred.

"I know" Fred said smugly.

"Grandfather what are you doing here?" She asked him as she hugged him.

"Oh you know I had a small coronary thought I'd go to St Mungos and figured I'd drop in and see how my little poppet is doing" he said casually.

"Are you serious?" Alicia asked looking at him in deep concern. He looked well enough as he smiled at her. She punched his arm as he laughed knowing she was worried about his health.

"Never, though I received a visit from a young gentleman who told me the most outlandish tales about you" he said rubbing his arm. They stepped out of the way as the only customers finished up their purchases and left. Mondays were always the quiet days which was why George had too much time on his hands.

"Who?" Alicia asked Cillian.

"Lord Warrington?" he answered. Alicia blushed lightly as she knew Warrington had gone to ask for permission for her hand. He of course would not wait for a proper introduction Alicia thought as she shook her head. If he had she could have gone through the long list of warnings that came with her grandfather.

"Oh what did you do to him?" Alicia asked her Grandfather.

"Nothing, we had a few drinks-" Cillian started.

"A few in your terms or his?" Alicia asked cutting him off.

"Don't worry he's sleeping it off at the bar in Ireland" Cillian said looking thoroughly amused while Alicia groaned.

"Oh Merlin" She said covering her face with her hands and taking a deep breath.

"So is it true? That you're in the family way, that you and that pommy b…man are in love as he wants to marry ya?" Cillian asked he corrected his slur of 'bastard' to 'man' quickly but not smoothly, Alicia jaw dropped as this was not the time nor place to be having the discussion with a shop full of strangers and with Fred and George watching on.

The twins loved her Grandfather because he was a man who lived by his own set of rules who also didn't finish his Hogwarts education instead he opted to become what her grandmother called him a 'Brigand' not following the rules and getting into a lot of strife.

"Yes" Alicia said.

"Why am I only hearing about all of this today? You ever heard of an owl or jumping through a fire place?" he asked her.

"I didn't mean for it to happen" Alicia said.

"How is it your- Oh I shoulda told you about that. The glowing, he did mention it" He said with a wry smile as he rubbed the back of his neck. Alicia looked at him in surprise.

"You know about the glowing thing?!" Alicia exclaimed in a hushed tone. She wondered what else Warrington let slip under the influence of alcohol to her Grandfather.

"Told her what?" Fred asked as he and George had been watching on from the side.

"Glowing thing?" George asked, Alicia wondered when the two would transfigure a couch and make popcorn and watch them like a muggle TV show.

"You boys mind if I take my granddaughter back to the pub? She has to pick her future husband off my bar" Cillan said to them as he pulled Alicia out of the shop not waiting for an answer.

"He hasn't asked me yet. He might change his mind after knowing what his future in law is like" Alicia quipped sarcastically.

"Oh don't get yourself into a twist, It's not that bad" Cillian said.

"Not that bad?" Alicia asked Cillian as she gestured to Warrington who was face down on the bar out cold. He was still breathing and steady heart beat, Alicia knew he was going to wake up with a hangover the size of Russia. They had travelled via floo to the nearest tavern and walked up to the pub as Cillian didn't believe in apparating unless it was an absolute emergency but then he was never cold sober as he liked to have a drink or two during the day so it was a hazard for him the apparate. Luckily it was a beautiful day for the walk when they reached his little tavern bar Alicia went straight to Warrington.

"He'll sleep it off" Cillian said dismissively as he had moved back behind the bar. Alicia had greeted the older patrons she remembered from when she was a kid and living at the bar with her Grandfather before moving to Warrington.

"Do you have a sobering potion or at least a Hangover potion?" Alicia asked Cillian.

"You youngsters and your potion sipping habits. I for one am for living the full experience" Cillian said which was a 'no'. He gestured at the scones and tea he placed on the bar along with other pastries. "Drink, eat. We can catch up while he sleeps off the Kilkenny" he told her as he stood behind the bar.

"Shouldn't we put him in a bed?" Alicia said as she took the barstool next Warrington she really hoped when he woke up he wouldn't spew in her general direction.

"Naw he'll hurt no matter which way he's laying" Cillian said with a chuckle. Alicia gently stroked Warrington's hair.

"Grandfather, the glowing? Why was I not told earlier?" Alicia asked.

"Because you never showed a fancy to the boys I thought you were more interested in girls" Cillian said plainly.

"Oh this day just gets better" Alicia said sitting back in her chair and folding her arms in annoyance and exasperation. Why couldn't her side of the family and friends be like Warrington's? Maura didn't make Alicia drink until she was passed out on a bar and Montague didn't say anything negative about her. If anything he probably encouraged Warrington just because Alicia had a nice arse. But still far more accepting, she had to remind herself that her Grandfather was probably putting Warrington through the paces and she didn't exactly tell Warrington what her grandfather was like either.

He was probably expecting a nice short portly old wizard sipping tea and smiling about the weather not a 6ft 3 tall wizard in great physical shape covered in tattoos who misspent a lot of his youth having fun in the muggle world and it's penal system before settling down and having a family etc. to raising her and now he owned his own bar and didn't care who he associated with.

"Oh come on poppet I haven't heard from you in 3 months. You look better for someone who has been released of an evil Russian curse and now you got a fancy man and baby on the way" Cillian said covering all the bases.

"Warrington told you all of this?" Alicia asked.

"Oh and so much more, the information a man gives over a wealth of information after a few beers to a complete stranger. I should be angry at you for keeping such secrets. Why you didn't tell me any of this?" Cillian asked her.

"I didn't know I was cursed until a few weeks ago and the last few years I didn't want to burden you" Alicia said as she picked up the scone and halved it.

"You're never a burden. You're my family. If I had known you were in such dire straits I would have packed you up and brought you back home"

"I know but you've sacrificed a lot for me when I was growing up. Now is your time to do what you want instead of looking after me"

"Well I had to become an upstanding moral role model for you when you were a child. Wouldn't want your grandmother rolling in her grave and beating on me in the afterlife would you? Anyway I like looking after you. You know you look so much like your Mother" Cillian told her, Alicia felt her eyes sting with tears as she really missed him. She quickly turned her attention to the scone and smothered it with Jam and cream.

"So this glowing thing?" Alicia asked him.

"Your Grandmother used to do it too" he said.

"Oh I feel like we are getting into a conversation I don't want to know about" Alicia asked as the 'sex' conversation was not something she wanted to have with her grandfather.

"I'll keep the details of our sex life to myself but it's Old Maltese Magic when a lady reaches a certain age and hasn't had a child the magic kicks in and helps out with the conception of a child. Nullifies any charms on the body among other things, all about keeping the population up" Cillian told her with amusement, Alicia felt extremely uncomfortable with her Grandfather telling her this.

"That's great" Alicia said, it also explained why she didn't feel the magic was her own.

"Just in case you thought it was really your fault. It's not, it's just genetics. Not many Maltese leave their colony so it's not widely known. It's also why they are huge believers in marriage before sex. It's obvious why" Cillian said casually, it did make her feel better that the glowing was genetics as she didn't think she was able to perform complex magic but on the other side incredibly embarrassing.

She wasn't sure if having highly fertile magical genes that forced a body to override the charms was embarrassing or the fact her Grandfather thought he didn't have to tell because he assumed she was a lesbian without even asking her.

"Awesome" Alicia said unenthusiastically.

"Not too thrilled about the pregnancy aye?" he asked.

"Still adjusting to it. It's only been a few of weeks. I only told Warrington yesterday well he figured it out but yeah it's overwhelming with everything else that has happened" Alicia said with a sigh before she took a bite out of her scone.

"You know you don't have to marry him, you can live with me and I can look after you and the babe. I miss having a little chiseller underfoot creating chaos and being cute even if he or she will be half British. I won't hold it against them" Cillian told her, Alicia smiled at her grandfather's dislike for the British.

"I'll keep that in mind and he or she is ¼ British" Alicia corrected him as she continued to eat, she hadn't realised how hungry she was.

"Oh the other ¼?" he asked amused.

"Welsh" Alicia informed him. Alicia chuckled at Cillian who looked relieved at knowing his future great grandchild had only a small amount of British genes.

"Thank the gods! Drink more tea and eat up you're looking as skinny as a reed" he told her.

"I have more weight on me than I have in the past four years" Alicia informed him.

"And still it's not enough. Trust me a man likes something to hold onto" Cillian told her.

"Grandfather!" Alicia said blushing as he knew exactly what he was inferring to. He could give Montague a run for his money with being inappropriate.

"It's also good for the baby, food that is. Honestly never let your man get blind drunk he'll tell you just about anything you want to know" He said as Alicia felt herself go a darker shade of red.

"Tell me how your friends are taking you shacking up with a Slytherin the sworn enemies of Gryffindor house." Cillian said with a hint of humour in his eyes. He was a Slytherin before he dropped out of Hogwarts due to boredom.

"They are mostly ok with it. Angelina is definitely against it" Alicia started she told her Grandfather of everything that had happened with Angelina and her brush with the ministry. She knew he was the only person who would never judge her. She missed how much of a good listener he was, it probably helped being a bartender and in his past professions whatever they were. "So yeah it just ended there" Alicia finished.

"Well we love our friends in spite of who they are but frankly you're better off without the stress. Maybe some space from Angelina is a good thing. Can I just say if you were a trophy to him then he'd be flashing you around every photographer in the world and making grandiose public displays. Definitely would have made a production of making it known he was coming here" Cillian said in a logical manner.

"I know" Alicia said Warrington stirred in his sleep and turned his head before falling back into a deep slumber. "How much did you guys drink?" she asked.

"Oh he drank a few pints and half a bottle of fire whisky. I'm on bar duty I had an odd shot and a pint to wet the whistle but nothing more" Cillian said with a shrug. Alicia chuckled at him.

"Tell me what's been going on with you?" Alicia asked him changing the topic to save herself from shaking her head at him.

"Besides finding out I'm going to be a Great Grandfather. Not much" he said with a shrug.

"I was going to tell you soon" She said she knew he felt sore about her keeping the secrets she did. It made her wish she had told him and been done with it.

"Well don't expect me to wait every three months for another update" he told her.

"Oh?" Alicia asked.

"I want a fortnightly catch up minimum. We've been strangers for too long. I thought you were busy because you were enjoying life not because you were suffering. So Mondays are good for me, the bar is always quiet so it's the best day for me" he told her.

"Ok" Alicia said with a smile

"I'll get the fireplace upstairs connected to the floo network" he added thoughtfully.

"That would be appreciated. It'll make travel much easier" Alicia said.

"He told me you haven't been able to use magic for years. That it's slowly coming back" Cillian said.

"I can't apparate and the only magic I've performed is basic. I can't feel the magic" Alicia told him.

"It will come back, though it probably wouldn't hurt if you got a new wand either" He said as he took a sip of his own tea though his had a dash of rum in it.

"Would you take me to a wand maker here in Ireland?" Alicia asked.

"Thought you'd want one from Ollivander's" he said surprised. Alicia shook her head.

"No I want something crafted from my home country" she said knowing it would please her grandfather greatly to hear her say that. She thought it only right that her grandfather take her as he was there when she got her first wand at Ollivander's.

"Callaghan retired some years ago but I know he still does special requests. I'm sure if I send him word he'd happily make you one from scratch like he did for me" Cillian said thoughtfully.

"What happened to your wand?"

"Broke in a bar brawl" Cillian said with a shrug.

Sometime later,

Warrington woke up to the sounds of laughter and recognised the bartender's voice and Alicia's. His mind swirled as he opened his eyes slowly to orientate himself with his surroundings. The first thing he saw was Alicia sitting on the bar stool beside him.

She looked so radiant as she talked animatedly about something the words were flying way too fast for his brain and the fact she sounded different, she was speaking with an Irish brogue something he thought he'd never hear. It was incredibly sexy he mused as he lifted his head and regretted it immediately as his head spun, he was pretty sure he was still drunk.

"Hey" Alicia said to him losing the brogue from her accent slightly.

"You never mentioned you were Irish" Warrington mumbled.

"You never asked, how's the head?" Alicia asked him.

"The room is spinning" Warrington said as he sat up he looked to the Bartender who was grinning like the evil bastard he was.

"Another drink boy-o?" he asked as Warrington swayed on his stool slightly before righting himself.

"Grandfather, he's had enough" Alicia scolded the bartender.

"Grandfather? You're Cillian O'Loughlin?" Warrington slurred still incredibly intoxicated gesturing to the man behind the bar. All this time the man he wanted to talk to was serving him drinks.

"Aye I am" Cillian told him as he placed a bowl of stew in front of Alicia who picked up a spoon and started to eat. It smelt delicious though Warrington was not inclined to eat as he was nauseated from the alcohol still working through his system.

"Well that makes some sense though I can't remember a good portion of my afternoon" Warrington said he couldn't remember the last time he woke up still drunk. He was pretty sure he made an ass of himself and admitted a few things he never would have to a complete stranger let alone now knowing it was Alicia's Grandfather. Alicia refilled her tea cup and passed to him.

"Drink some tea" Alicia told him with an amused expression.

"Thanks" Warrington said as he took slow tentative sips he knew he was going to suffer the next day as he looked out the window and saw it was dark. It was lucky he had cleared his whole afternoon for this.

TBC~ Cya all in a few days with more!