AN:/ Hello again everyone. Yes, I am well aware this chapter took far longer than it should have to arrive, and no, I do not have a good reason for it. Nobody died, or got sick, or injured, I still have all my limbs firmly attached to my body, I didn't go away for an extensive period of time(it was only like a week) and no I didn't get a serious case of writer's block. (Although there were a few minor instances). Nope, the main reason this took so long was me getting distracted by other things, which I really can't do much about so I'm sorry for your luck. Anyway, enough about that, this chapter will hopefully do better with the whole names not being where I typed them issue, and hopefully my french is better than last time, yes I'm talking to those of you who were kind enough to critique my french-keep it up please-you know who you are. Well, enough of my rambling, on with the chapter!
Disclaimer: I do NOT, have NOT, and will NEVER own Harry Potter, that's J K Rowling's job.
Harry looked out into the darkness that surrounded him. There was fog rolling around as thick as pea soup, so he couldn't see very far in any direction around him. And that, was quite frankly, unnerving when you had a whole brigade of Death Munchers, Mouldy-shorts, and who knew what else after you.
He sighed quietly gazing at the sky, the drizzle splattering lightly against his glasses. 'Who knew it could be so hard to find these damn horcruxes.' he mused.
'Fucking Mouldy-shorts...why couldn't you make this easier.' he sighed as he glanced at the address written on the scrap of parchment in his hand. Amelia had given in to him, telling him to tell the woman that she had sent him...and to say the "code word", aka Monocle. Personally he thought it was a strange choice of code word, but thinking about some of the Gryffindor passwords like Pig Snout...it wasn't so bad after all.
He was going to see Emmeline Vance, an Unspeakable...he was understandably a bit wary of any members of the Ministry, particularly those who worked in the Department of Mysteries; but he trusted Amelia's judgement. After all, she'd managed to secure him Salazar's locket– from Umbitch no less– which just made it that much sweeter. Not to mention Emmeline was a member of the Order, so that gave him just a little more faith as well. And now, here he was, in Muggle London, outside what looked like a typical suburban home– though he knew no Muggles could see it due to the Fidelius Charm protecting it. Hell, he was probably the only person on the street to be able to see it, so as inconspicuously as he could, he knocked on the front door.
While on his way here, Harry had done a lot of reflecting on some important conversations he'd had with Amelia. Such as the one where he'd asked a question that had largely changed his perspective on not only Tom Riddle Jr. but the whole damn war.
He was sitting in Amelia's living room, as they'd agreed meeting in the Ministry was not the ideal plan by any means, and Susan was spending the majority of the summer at Hannah Abbott's. Amelia's house elf, Trixie, had brought them some tea and biscuits for their conversation.
Amelia had done some snooping and seemed to believe she may have found one of the Horcruxes Harry was so desperately searching for. They had been discussing it for the past hour or so, when suddenly, Harry remembered a question he'd been meaning to get an answer to for quite some time.
"Amelia, sorry to change the subject so suddenly, but I have a question I was hoping you could answer." she raised a brow at this. "What kind of question?"
He shifted a little in his seat before looking Amelia straight in the eyes and asked, "What happens when Voldemort is defeated? Does another Dark Lord just come in the next couple generations? Is that it? One major Dark Lord to lead all the dark families and terrorize the general wizarding public per generation?"
Amelia closed her eyes and sighed quietly. "Unfortunately," she began. "That is very much the truth of the matter, Harry. Once You-Know– oh, alright...Voldemort" she winced a bit, still having trouble speaking the name of the thing that took her brother and his wife from her and Susan.
"Is defeated, there will be probably anywhere between 15 and 45 years of peace before a new Dark Lord rises from the embers of the last one. In a way they, the Dark Lords, are very much like an antagonistic version of a phoenix. When they quote, die, they are typically not truly dead the first time; they will be reborn in their own ashes. After they are truly dead, then the next Dark Lord will merely rise from the embers one of their presiders created."
Harry scowled at this. "Then in a way, there is no point to defeating Voldemort. All it will do is bide time for whoever is unfortunate enough to be stuck with the duty of defeating the next Dark Lord...which, given my luck, could very well be me again." Amelia laughed a little at this, though it was a rather strained one. "Yes...I suppose your past history would indicate that you may be defeating Dark Lords until your death."
That's where their conversation had taken a bit of a lull, and then just changed entirely, but now Harry figured if he was going to be speaking to an Unspeakable he may as well ask ahead of time about any other prophecies containing his name. However, before he could contemplate further, the door opened and a woman's eyes peered out, "Password?" she enquired. Suppressing a smirk, Harry answered quietly, "Monocle." the door opened fully and he stepped inside, taking care to close it quickly behind him.
Emmeline was a stately woman, her robes were, much like when he had met her in the summer of his fifth year briefly, emerald green. She spoke then, her voice alight with anxiety, "You weren't seen? Or followed?" she rattled off quickly.
He shook his head, "I took a couple double-backs, and extra loops on the off chance anyone was trying to follow me anyway." she nodded and ushered him into a sitting room.
It was clean– not "Dursley clean", thank Merlin–but clean in the sense that it looked relatively unused. There were two armchairs, both blue, and a matching chesterfield, the ceiling light; hanging in the middle of the room; cast eerie shadows in the far corners. The walls were the same deep blue as the furniture, and 4 oak coffee tables were positioned around the room. There were two steaming mugs, of what Harry assumed to be tea, sitting on the farthest one with a plate of pumpkin pastries beside it.
He turned back to Emmeline, whose chestnut locks were falling gently across her face, and asked, " – " "Emmeline, please." she cut in.
He nodded and continued, "Er, right. Emmeline, did tell you why I'm here?" she nodded, "Yes something about horcruxes– that's very dark business , I do hope you know what kind of forces you're meddling in." she added.
He nodded, "If I'm going to call you Emmeline you can call me Harry, please." he noted before continuing. "And yes, I am well aware the darkness and horrors that are involved in horcruxes. But I'm not looking to make any or anything, more of the opposite really, I, er, well I'm trying to find Vol– " "Shh! Merlin, boy! Do you want You-Know-Who to descend this very minute?" Harry had the decency to be embarrassed. Amelia had warned him that Voldemort's name was now a taboo, so if he said it then they would indeed be found.
It was very hard not to say it though when he was so used to saying it. "Right, sorry Emmeline I keep forgetting it's taboo now. But what I'm looking to do is find Tom's horcruxes–"
"Tom? Who's Tom?" She asked in confusion. Harry blinked before mentally slapping himself, 'Of course she doesn't know Voldemort's birth given name you half wit!' he berated himself mentally.
Answering her question he stated simply, "You-Know-Who's birth given name. I hate calling him something that makes it sound as though I fear him so, I've decided to use his birth name to display my lack of respect or fear of him." Emmeline looked at him as if he were mad– which, he reminded himself, from her point of view he probably was.
'Oh well,' he thought. 'Such is the life of the so called Chosen One. Seriously, what is it with my luck and making my life suck?' he wondered before speaking. "Look, I know that must sound crazy to you, and I guess it would to most of the Wizarding World, and if they knew about it the Muggles too."
She nodded which caused Harry to have to hold back a snort of laughter. "But, I need allies in this war if I want to win, and before I can count you as one, I need you to swear to me on your magic that no matter what you will not tell anyone in the Order about where I am." Emmeline's eyes widened in an almost comical fashion.
Harry took a deep breath and pressed on. "Look, I know that you'll want to. I know that if they had any inkling that you knew where I was they would drive you nuts tying to get you to talk. Be that as it may though, for their own safety as well as mine and your own, they can't know. I know that at the very least Fleur, Tonks, Hermione, the twins, and Remus would all come for me, and that alone puts them in too much danger. Especially given that, if my information from Amelia was correct, Tonks and Remus have a son now." Emmeline nodded, "They called him Teddy." 'And they want you as the godfather.' she mentally added, not wanting to ask the raven haired young man in front of her the question that Remus or Tonks should.
Harry nodded deftly, 'Teddy Lupin...I like it.' he mused. Continuing on he said, "Do I have your oath, Emmeline?" she nodded slowly. "I, Emmeline Vance, swear on my life and magic to aid Harry Potter to the best of my abilities in whatever way I can in his hunt to destroy You-Know-Who's"
Harry scowled slightly at the lack of use of Voldemort's name. "Horcruxes. I also swear on my life and magic to keep my work with him, his location and any information I have or gain pertaining to him secret from the members of the Order of the Phoenix and the public. So mote it be." There was a flash of white light, and since she was still standing Harry decided to get down to business. "Tell me, Emmeline, how much do you know about the diadem of Ravenclaw..."
Back at the Burrow Fleur was trying her hardest not to collapse on the floor and start hyperventilating. 'Comment est-ce que...? Mais, il ne j'amais me donner l'impresionne qu'il...Pourquoi est-ce que je n'a pas vu?' (*English* How could...? But he never gave me the impression he...Why didn't I ever notice this?).
Finally Fleur just swore, before trying to get control of her thoughts, not to mention the sudden roaring flame in her Veela instincts. "'Ow could 'Arry love me...'e az never zaid anyzing zat would give me ze idea zat 'e 'ad feelings like zat for me...Maybe I am juste imagining zis. Oui, zat could be eet...but eef zat iz eet, zen why am I zinking eet iz like zat? I can't, I mean I don't 'ave feelings for 'Arry like zat...do I?" Fleur asked the kitchen. Hearing only silence in return, she began to pace, trying to gather her thoughts.
Fleur had, of course, flirted with Harry before, and he in turn had flirted with her. Despite that though, Fleur had always thought they were just teasing each other as friends and had never given the matter much thought. She didn't flirt much to begin with, and certainly not with most of her other friends...not that she had many– especially male– due to her heritage. And Harry hadn't ever really flirted much with his other friends...well, Tonks and Hermione occasionally, 'But he did actually gone on a couple of dates with each of them.' she thought bitterly.
Fleur blinked, "I'm not jealouz of Tonks and 'Ermionee for dating 'Arry at zome point in zere lives...am I?" she couldn't believe some of the thoughts that were going through her head right now. Fleur could feel jealousy for Tonks and Hermione stirring in her, ache to see Harry, to hear his voice, to feel his hand in her own like when they were at Hogwarts, to see those beautiful eyes– "Wait...wat?"
Fleur wondered why all these thoughts about Harry and everything she lik– no, loved about him were coming from. This had never happened before, nor had she ever heard of anyone else who'd experienced any similar problems. She seriously hoped this wasn't some kind of unknown Veela gene...but as far as she knew, her heritage had nothing to do with this.
No, this was all her. 'Moi et mon propre pense stupide à propos d'un garçon qui je ne même pas savoir si il m'aime. Pas seulement ça, mais il n'est pas le garçon que je suis supposé de ce marié.' (*English* Me and my stupid thoughts about a guy I don't even know if he likes me. Not only that, but he's not the guy I'm the guy I'm supposed to be marrying).
This was going to cause some major problems for her later, she could feel it in her core and in her heart. Fleur sighed, and tried to stop the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. It was, of course, a futile effort. They were already sliding slowly down her elegant face, leaving salty tracks in their wake. Fleur dreaded the moment she knew would come; the moment when she'd need to speak to Bill about this. These feelings that coursed through her when she thought of Harry, when she realized that her raven-haired friend may indeed love her as far more than just a friend.
This was doomed to cause even more of a rift between her and the rest of the Weasley family. Fleur had observed first hand how attached Molly, Ginny, and the rest of the Weasleys were to Harry. If they found out that Harry may be in love with her, thus probably hurting Bill, and damaging not only her but Harry's relationship with their eldest son, and subsequently family, they would undoubtedly blame her. Whether they'd blame her for her Veela abilities, or just because they didn't want to blame Harry was yet to be seen; however, there was not a doubt in her mind that they would blame her.
Fleur was walking around the outside of the Burrow during the summer before Harry's 6th year at Hogwarts. Harry had only just arrived three nights ago and, logically, had brought a great deal of noise and emotions with him. The Weasley children, particularly Ron and Ginny as well as their mother, seemed to have a particular interest in making sure Harry was never alone with her. Even for a minute.
They seemed determined to keep Harry from spending time alone with any female who wasn't Ginny or , actually. And truthfully it made Fleur more than a little uneasy. What did it matter if Harry was alone with her, or Hermione, or Tonks, or whoever else? That was what she had been thinking of when a thought struck her, and a rather unpleasant one at that.
It wasn't that they wanted Harry away from women in general, it was that they wanted him near Ginny and away from any more attractive women, who were near enough his age to be any type of romantic interest to him. This was more than enough to unnerve Fleur. Just how far would the Weasley women go to get Harry to fall for Ginny? Was this a plan they had been working on for a while? Was Ron or Hermione aware of it? What about the twins? Arthur? Percy? Charlie? Dare she think it, Bill?
All of these question ran through Fleur's head in the seconds following her realization, and then she wondered something else. Something entirely more frightening; what was she going to say to Harry? Then, as if he had heard her thoughts, Harry walked around the corner and almost ran straight into her. "Oh, hullo Fleur. I didn't see you there." he said, though he didn't look even slightly surprised.
"'Ello, 'Arry." she greeted. "Zorry, I didn't realize zere waz aneeone coming."He just chuckled. "Don't worry about it. Hey, I haven't really gotten a chance to just hang out with you in ages, so– if you're not doing anything– do you wanna go for a stroll or something?" he asked.
Fleur blinked, this was unexpected, but pleased her none the less. "Of course 'Arry! I 'ave been wanting to talk to you for a w'ile now." Harry grinned a little at that, "Lead the way then." he said, gesturing with his arm.
Fleur nodded and began to walk outside, but she caught Molly Weasley eyeing them suspiciously, and turned sharply towards the other door. Fleur was by no means a coward; however, she drew the line at confronting someone on something she wasn't even sure was true. Not to mention Molly Weasley did resemble a saber tooth tiger when angry. Which was definitely an unflattering trait the woman had, it agitated Fleur to no end how quick Molly was to loose her temper and start yelling.
Most people didn't realize that, as a part Veela, Fleur's hearing was far more sensitive than average. Thus, Molly's yelling all the time did nothing but make her ears ring painfully, and a massive headache follow. It was definitely the thing Fleur hated most about the Weasley family, most of them seemed very quick to anger, or they just had a love for lots of noise– like the twins. She'd never heard them yell in all the time she'd seen them this summer, but they were always relatively loud unless they were pranking someone. In which case a lot of noise followed afterwards.
So, Fleur lead Harry to a far door outside, which confused him a little, but he shrugged it off as unimportant. After about 10 minutes of walking in silence, they had reached a field that Fleur was content with its distance from the Burrow. Turning to Harry she motioned to a lone tree in the middle of the field and spoke, "Do you want to rest under ze tree, 'Arry?"
Harry smiled a bit, "Sure, you know how much I love sitting under trees." he said in good humour. Fleur felt bad that telling him her speculations would ruin this good mood.
They approached the tree and Fleur could see that Harry was in his own world at the moment, blissfully unaware of his surroundings as his mind travelled to its own world. Despite this though, Fleur knew better than to think Harry was having some typical male related thoughts to do with sex, girls, firewhisky and who knew what else. During the time she had known him, Fleur had quickly come to realize Harry was unlike any male she'd ever met. He would dream of things no 14 year old should have to dream of during the tournament, and when his eyes glazed over and he receded into his own thoughts, it was not out of lust but out of either fear, or anger.
Harry was not one to let his emotions get the better of him if he could help it. It had taken Fleur ages to get him to even mention any sort of 'family' he was living with. Fleur hardly considered them his family though, knowing what she did now about them.
As Harry came out of his thoughts Fleur asked quietly, "Eez zomething wrong, 'Arry?" the man in question blinked owlishly, "No, I'm fine." he responded. Fleur hated that he always said he was fine. She knew perfectly well he was not 'fine'.
Ignoring that for the time being she questioned, "'Ow az your zummer been, 'Arry?" he gave her a look that clearly said, 'Seriously you're asking THAT of all things?' But he simply said, "The usual." which meant, the Dursleys were awful and he hated every moment he was in their presence. Wonderful.
Silence fell for several moments before she asked, "Are you zeeing anyone now, 'Arry?" he blinked owlishly at her. "Er, no. Tonks and I went out for a while...but her heart didn't belong to me. I know that she loves Lupin, and he loves her to– even if the idiot is too stubborn about his 'condition' to admit it. They both deserve each others love, though, and I hope that Lupin finally gets his head out of his arse and agrees to go out with her. It would make everything so much better...for both of them."
Fleur smiled at him. She knew that he was being honest when he said he felt they deserved each others love. Harry wasn't bitter or angry or spiteful to either Tonks or Lupin because not only did he care about both of them, but even if it was Tonks wanting to date some other auror or Lupin with some random witch he'd never met, Harry cared enough about both of them to just want their happiness. He had loved Tonks enough to let her go.
"That eez very sweet of you, 'Arry." she paused. "Does Tonks know 'ow much you loved 'er?" she had been nervous to ask this because in many ways she was afraid that he may react badly to such questioning. She was pleasantly surprised; however, when he smiled sadly and shook his head.
"I never told her how much I love her...I doubt I ever will. I did tell her that I was letting her go, and that she needs to follow her heart though. But...I dunno, I just can't. I can't tell Tonks everything I've ever felt for her, or how much a part of me wishes I could be the one, perfect for her y'know? I guess I just want whatever she wants for her...Makes me wonder how Voldemort could think I'm like him. He wouldn't give a damn if one of his people didn't want something, or wanted something...he just wants for himself..." Harry trailed off, again obtaining a slightly lost look in his eyes.
Fleur couldn't help but feel astounded by how much Harry felt. This young man, who had been through so much, and gotten so hurt...and here he was saying how he wanted only what Tonks wanted for herself. Even despite his own feelings for her. Fleur knew that Harry was selfless, anyone who didn't obviously didn't know him at all, but this seemed so extreme to her, even for him. Yet, she didn't know why.
Dismissing those thoughts for the moment she pressed onwards. "'Arry...'ave you noticed and Ginny 'ave been..." she trailed off, again unsure how to ask this question.
"Clingy? Smothering? Overbearing? Suffocating my personal space and keeping me from being alone with any female that's not them?" Harry asked, a grim smile adorning his features. Fleur felt her jaw slacken in shock at his knowledge of the situation. "You already know..? W'at they 'ave been doing?" she questioned, still shocked.
Harry nodded. "I don't know why, but has always been fixated on having 'One Big Happy Weasley Family'. Which means she wants Hermione and Ron together, and me and Ginny together." he groaned rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Except, and Ginny don't seem to realize that while I like Ginny, I don't like her in any kind of romantic way. She's always just been Ron's little sister...and I doubt that's going to change any time soon unless I swallow so love potion." he laughed bitterly. Fleur thought it didn't suit him.
Closing her eyes to gather her thoughts, Fleur spoke gently, "'Arry, I am sure zat zey would underztand eef you told zem zat you aren't interested een Ginny." she cautiously glanced at him to see his reaction, and saw a frown marring his features.
"I doubt it, Fleur." he said, blowing out a breath in exasperation. "Ginny especially seems hell bent on making me love her...I don't know what to do Fleur. I can't trust the people who I thought of as family, even though I want to. I want to believe that they would never do something to make me love someone, but I can't stop the nagging feeling in the back of my head that maybe they would...Not all of them, of course. Fred, George, Bill, Charlie, ...I don't have a doubt in my mind that they'd never do anything like that...but Ron, Ginny and I'm not so sure. I'm sure you've noticed trying to make Bill notice Tonks?" he asked.
Fleur winced, but nodded. She certainly had noticed! Tonks, Bill and she had all talked though, so that they were all clear that it was just 's interfering. That did not; however, make it any less hurtful to Fleur to know how much disapproved of her as a possible wife for Bill.
Harry seemed to sense her thoughts because he reached over and wrapped an arm around her shoulder and spoke, "Don't you dare keep going on that train of thought, Fleur. You are going to make a brilliant wife, and if you choose later, mother. Bill is lucky to have you." he smiled at her and added cheekily, "And besides, I'm sure you do wonders for his...unresolved temper." at the look on her face, Harry burst out laughing.
Fleur closed her eyes as tears pricked her eyes once more at the memory...she knew that Molly and Ginny had somehow blamed her for Harry not noticing Ginny. Even though they blamed Tonks and Hermione some too, it was mostly her. And she hated it.
Hated that Harry was gone. Hated that she couldn't talk to him about what she thought his feelings might be. Hated that she was blamed for so many things by the Weasley family.Hated that Harry wasn't there. That she couldn't go to him anymore because she didn't even know where he was. She was lost, and for the first time in nearly 3 years, she had no one to run to.
She couldn't go to Bill with this; it would only hurt him to know that his youngest brother's best friend may have feelings for his fiancee. She couldn't go to Tonks with this; while her friend may understand what she was feeling, Tonks was in the midst of having her first child. There was no way Fleur was going to add this to her plate. She couldn't go to her family, because that would result in even more questioning of her choice to marry Bill. And she could no more go to Harry than she could find the lost treasures of the world.
For the first time since before she met Harry, Fleur felt utterly and completely alone. It was an awful, gut-wrenching feeling, that made her want to hurl, cry, scream, and just curl into herself all at the same time. She wouldn't though. If only for the sake that she knew that's not what Harry would have wanted her to do, then she wouldn't. Somehow she would make it through this.
"Zome day...'Arry, I 'ope you realize wat you 'ave done. Wat zis could mean...I 'ope you realize zat you should 'ave told me eef you 'ad feelings for me before now. Eef you even do..." Fleur whispered to the empty room like a leaf floating across a breeze.
Unbeknownst to Fleur, some of her Veela magic had tied into her voice as she spoke, and hundreds of miles away a young Harry Potter could swear he heard a voice that sounded like Fleur's tickling his ear. His head snapping to the right at the sound, he whirled around looking for the source of the muffled sound. "Impossible," he muttered. "Get a grip Potter. Fleur is not here, she isn't speaking to you, or thinking about you. Fleur doesn't see you like that, and she never will. You need to stay focussed here Potter, or else you'll die earlier than you should."
Those thoughts in mind, he turned back to the forest he was currently in. Emmeline had directed him here, stating that she'd heard murmurs among the unspeakables that there was some type of strong, magical signature pulsing from the area. Unfortunately, Emmeline did not know whether it was a light or dark magical signature. So, while it could be a horcrux, it could also just be an exceptionally old unicorn.
Looking around he saw nothing to show signs of a unicorn, but also didn't feel the searing pain in his scar that was associated with horcruxes. Which begged the question, just what was here then? Harry was debating whether or not it was worth looking around when a bright, white light shot out of the end of his wand, and formed a familiar shape. "Prongs." he breathed, taking in the form of his patronus.
The stag acknowledged him with a nod of its head before walking towards something. Not knowing what else to do, Harry followed. The stag walked right onto the middle of a frozen pond before promptly vanishing. Harry gazed warily at the spot before deciding to stand on it and see what happened. A violent cracking noise erupted from below him causing Harry to stiffen, but the ice remained in tact 'For now.' Harry mused grimly.
That's when he saw it; a glimmer of silver at the bottom of the pond. Kneeling atop the glassy surface, he peered into the darkening depths and gasped. There, in the bottom of this obscure pond, was the sword of Gryffindor. "What in the name of Merlin is this doing here?" he wondered aloud.
Despite being more than a little shocked to find the sword in this seemingly random forest, Harry felt a distinct tug in his instincts shouting at him to go retrieve the sword. So, without any further thought, he pulled the vast majority of his clothing off, and murmured Diffindo, lazily pointing his wand at the ice so as not to explode the whole surface.
Gazing into the hole in the surface Harry took a deep, steadying breath, and plunged. The frigid water surrounded his entire body and cursing himself for not doing it faster, Harry performed the bubble-head charm Fleur had taught him after the second task. (Well it wasn't like she could've just given him her strategy!) And down he swam.
His feet hit the sloppy bottom, the muck and leaves on the surface began stirring around when his feet touched it. When he reached for the sword; however, there was a sharp jerk against his neck that caused him to gag. The locket was fighting him, trying to get him away from the sword. Swearing profusely in his mind, Harry tried to swim back towards the sword against the violent jerking and pulling on his neck.
Harry felt his body thrash against the under side of the ice; to thick for his form to break through, it was like being repeatedly smashed into the barrier between stations 9 and 10 to get onto the Hogwarts express. His hands reached up to claw at the chain holding the locket to his person, Harry knew if it weren't for the still-intact bubble head charm, he would've drowned by now. Despite the charm though, the thrashing locket was making him gasp for breath, he could feel himself fighting to stay conscious as he ripped at the chain. And suddenly he heard a scream before his world started to go black.
AN:/ So, was the french any better? Was there enough of an even split between Fleur and Harry's perspectives– probably not. Please feel free to comment, review, flame, whatever the hell you want to call it. And remember all alerts, favourites, PM's, reviews, etc are regarded and appreciated. (Cause seriously, as awesome as it would be if I could, I can't actually tell what you people are thinking. Strangely enough I'm not telepathic...weird thing that.)
Next Time: Will Fleur confront the sabertooth known as Molly Weasley about her treatment of her? How the hell will Harry get out of this one? What about Hermione and Tonks– When do we get to hear about their pasts with Harry in a more 'romantic' light? (Probably in the next chapter if the author gets off their ass and types it).
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