Harry and Ginny: A Love Story
Chapter 12: Nymphadora's choice
Harry and Ginny awoke after a couple hours, both feeling better than they had when they first came up stairs.
They remained laying down, Ginny being held in Harry's loving embrace. Even though her eyes were still closed, Harry knew she was awake. He gently ran his hand though her hair, something he had secretly wanted to do for quite some time but never felt the time was right.
"Ginny, how are you feeling?" he sent, his concern flooding their connection.
Ginny sighed, "I'm struggling right now," she replied.
"I'm worried about something you said to Mum," Harry sent, tenderly, his "voice" filled with his concern.
He felt Ginny tense for a moment, but then she relaxed and he felt her become very sad as she remembered what she had said. "I guess we should talk then, Harry."
Harry nodded and steeled himself for what was coming.
"Hold me tight Harry," Ginny whispered.
Harry made sure that his arms were wrapped firmly around Ginny and that he wouldn't lose his grip.
Ginny tucked her head in next to Harry's neck, her mouth right near his one ear. Slowly she began to pour out all the vile things Tom had made her endure. Each and every despicable act she was made to perform . All she had witnessed both real and inside her mind as Tom took her over and shared his many "Triumphs" with her.
She spoke of his torturing helpless animals and then people, starting with two young orphans from the orphanage he was raised in. She was made to follow and witness each and every time he used an Unforgivable on some poor helpless victim, usually a Muggle, who was left either maimed or dead. Some Obliviated so that they couldn't remember what, where or who had assaulted them.
Harry felt Ginny shaking with fear and disgust, he felt her as she said she was now dirty and didn't deserve to be Bonded with someone as kind and noble as Harry was. How she had snuck into the shower after everyone had left her sleeping and practically scrubbed herself raw in the desire to feel clean again.
Harry could feel her fear rising, that now that he knew everything, that he would reject and abandon her. That HE would be the one that didn't want her any more.
Harry gently rocked Ginny, softly kissing her on her head, telling her that he still loved and wanted her. That nothing that Tom Riddle did made the slightest bit of difference to him. She was still his Bond-mate and in his eyes, she was someone to be admired and praised for her struggle with Tom Riddle and that she had in the end help destroy the evil that lived inside of the Diary by fighting with all she had for so very long.
That was how Molly found them at lunch time when she brought up a tray with sandwiches and crisps along with water and juice.
Harry at first saw her disapproval and it angered him. Trying very hard not to wake Ginny, who had drifted off to sleep after her difficult ordeal of telling him everything concerning her first year and her struggle with Tom Riddle.
As she came over and set the tray down, Molly was surprised to see the anger in Harry's eyes.
"Harry? What's wrong?" she asked, not understanding what had him all fired up.
Fighting his emotions Harry said vehemently, "She just got finished telling me everything that Tom subjected her to and believe me it wasn't pretty."
Molly was shocked and a bit saddened by Harry's revelation, that her daughter went to Harry and not her. She felt that somehow she had failed Ginny, and that she wasn't worthy of having such a wonderful daughter.
She could see where Ginny had been crying, with her eyes all puffy and red from crying. Again she felt a sense of loss, that something precious had been taken from her, not by Harry, but rather taken by Ginny and given to another, Harry.
Molly nodded at him, keeping her movements to a minimum, hoping that she wouldn't wake Ginny yet. She stared at Ginny's face for a couple of minutes, her heart aching for the tortured look that still graced Ginny's face.
"Let her sleep, Harry," Molly whispered. She was happy to see Harry's look soften, not completely, but enough to have made a huge difference in the way she saw him looking at her.
Harry sighed in relief, and nodded slowly, letting Molly know that he had heard her and would follow her instructions, and it was really because it was what he would have done anyway.
Molly retreated from the room and quietly pulled the door closed behind her. She knew that the gesture could be interpreted as giving in to them, but she wanted Ginny to rest. It was obvious from looking at her that the mornings trials had drained her and opened wounds that ran deep.
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Nymphadora Tonks was just getting off her shift and was fighting a war with herself. She had spent a lot of time thinking about her conversation with Molly and some of the things that were discussed.
The thing that kept coming to mind was the association questions that Molly had asked. They were almost constantly on her mind. It was like something was trying to tell her that piece of information was very important.
She had an idea but she wanted to run it by Molly first to see what she thought of it. She decided to go back to her flat first to change out of her Auror robes and clean up a little. Some days she left work feeling a bit soiled because of the suspects she had apprehended that day, and to day was one of those days.
The case they had been working on was a very delicate one because the suspect they apprehended had been hiring himself out to some Muggle gangster types. He hadn't breached the Statute of Secrecy as he hid his magical abilities but just delivered the goods, which in this case were young Muggle girls who were being smuggled out of the country for the illicit sex trade.
If there was ever somebody that deserved life in Azkaban or the Kiss, Tonks thought it was this guy. He tried to say that he didn't know, but they had recordings of his being told what was happening and even indulging in some "Play" time with several of the girls when given the opportunity.
Tonks felt so bad for the young girls, they were between the ages of 12 and 16, and had been drugged. Even in their condition, they were frightened beyond belief. She was glad that the ring had been broken up and that the Wizard who was in part responsible had been caught.
After changing into some casual clothing she Apparated to the Burrows boundary and slowly made her way toward the door. She looked around as she did, a smile on her face, she loved the calm atmosphere, the gentle breeze and the fresh clean smell of the air.
After being in London so much, she relished getting away to the country and just relaxing, being away from the hustle and bustle of too many people packed together.
She glanced at the ramshackle house before her and felt the warmth it provided, to her is just spoke "Home" and she couldn't help but smile as she approached the door.
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Molly was just preparing lunch when she heard the chime sound that someone had just entered the wards. Since it wasn't the warning gong that the wards had been breached, she wasn't terribly concerned.
Glancing out the window she saw it was Dora Tonks and she smiled, wondering if she'd get the opportunity to find out where she stood concerning Harry.
She opened the door even before Tonks got a chance to knock and welcomed her in with a hug. "Back so soon," Molly said with a laugh.
"Yeah, for some reason I just couldn't stay away. I think it's the smell of the food here. Cooking for just myself in my flat just isn't any fun and I usually end up getting some take away instead.
"You poor thing," Molly said sympathetically, "You know you're welcome here any time you want a good home cooked meal."
Tonks smiled at Molly, "I'll just have to take you up on that."
"Would you like to stay for lunch?" Molly asked with a grin.
Tonks had to laugh, "If it wouldn't be any bother. I'd hate to intrude."
"It's no bother, Dora. I'd be pleased to have you stay," Molly said as she began to set the table. "So what brings you here today?" she asked.
Tonks looked at Molly a bit hesitantly. "You know how we were talking about that word association and I kept coming up with Privet Drive and Minerva McGonagall?"
"Yes," Molly replied, slowly, wondering where Dora was going with it.
"Well, I'm considering going to talk to her about it." Then shaking her head, "I think it's something important but whatever it is keeps eluding me and it's driving me crazy," she said, as she got up and started to pace.
Molly felt sorry for the young Auror, and she wanted to help, but she still didn't know where she stood concerning Harry.
Tonks sank back down and into her seat and looked at Molly intently, but also with a touch of desperation. "Molly if I tell you something do you swear not to tell anyone, and I mean anyone, not Arthur, your kids, anyone?
Molly was very intrigued by Dora's offer, wondering what was so important that she wanted to keep secret. "OK, Dora, I swear I won't tell a soul."
Molly watched as Dora's face relaxed some, as if a heavy burden was being released. "I was helping keep watch on Harry Potter. . . "
Molly felt her breath catch in her throat.
". . . and he's gone missing. Dumbledore is going spare as to where the boy is and has me and Mad-eye trying to find him."
Molly became quite concerned, Mad-eye Moody was known to be able to track down anyone given enough time. It was what he did when he worked at the Ministry and he was very good at his job.
She then noticed the sad look on Dora's face, "What's the matter, dear?" she asked gently.
Dora looked up into her eyes, her own showing sorrow and regret. "The thing is Molly, I'm not sure I want him to be found."
Molly couldn't hide the shock from appearing on her face. "Why's that, Dora?" she asked, trying hard to keep her voice from quavering.
Dora sighed, and she rose once more and started pacing again. "The thing is, I wouldn't want him returned to his relatives, I'm sure that they were mistreating him," her voice laced with her sadness. "I'd do just about anything to keep him from having to go back to that," she said with a harsh laugh.
"Do you mean that , Dora? I mean really truly think that way, even if it meant going against Albus?" Molly asked fervently.
Dora looked at her closely, her eyes intense, looking into Molly's and trying to read whatever she could. "You know something, don't you?" she asked lowly.
"I neither confirm or deny that," Molly said evenly.
Dora looked at her for a moment, neither woman saying anything. Molly was the one who broke the silence, "Dora, If I was to tell you something, something important, would you take a wizard's Oath, not to divulge anything to do with it?"
Dora took in a deep breath, as an Auror, she was very restricted in taking Wizard Oaths, in case it might compromise her ability to perform her duties. Sensing that Molly wouldn't take no for an answer if she was going to divulge what she knew and since it wasn't really a Ministry matter, she decided to comply.
Molly watched in satisfaction as Dora took out her wand and cast her Oath. Once the light had encircled her hand and sunk into her she smiled at Molly and said conspiratorially, "So what's the big secret?"
Molly just smiled back at her and decided to have a little fun. "Why don't you go up and tell Ginny it's time for lunch."
Dora looked at her questioningly, but Molly just gave her a small laugh and said "Go on, and if you haven't figured it out by the time you get back, I'll tell you and if you do figure it out, I'll answer any questions."
Dora was really intrigued now, "Which room is Ginny's" she asked.
"First landing, on the right."
Dora hurried up the stairs, eager to have an answer to the mystery that Molly had presented. She found the door closed so she knocked softly.
"Come in," she heard Ginny say.
Dora opened the door and found Ginny on the bed, though she barely saw the young girl. She had frozen inside the door, her eyes locked on the person laying there with Ginny. She found herself staring into the eyes of none other than Harry Potter.
Both Ginny and Harry had shocked looks on their faces, but they relaxed when Dora said softly, "Ah, your Mum sent me up to tell you it's time for lunch."
Immediately the two kids relaxed, figuring if Molly had sent her it must be OK. They rose and walked hand in hand out the door, right past the still stunned Auror. Ginny looked back and said with a grin, "Coming?"
Dora was shaken out of her stupor and nodding, followed the young couple down the stairs. "When they had all taken their seats, Molly said with a grin, "I see you have figured it out."
Tonks turned toward Molly, her eyes filled with merriment, "OK, yeah I figured it out but you're going to need to answer a few questions."
"Yes, I figured you might have a few," Molly said, sharing a laugh with the young witch.
Dora started asking her questions and Molly answered each and every one of them. By the time they were through, Dora had the complete picture of how and why Harry was at the Burrow and she immediately agreed to help Harry in any way that she could.
Dora though sensed that something was going on between the kids and Molly, though they were polite to her, to Dora it seemed they were overly so, quite formal it seemed. After Harry and Ginny had excused themselves and returned back up stairs Dora looked at Molly and said, "What gives with Ginny and Harry?"
Molly sighed, "Well we're kind of having an issue right now and they don't agree with Arthur and me."
"Anything I can do to help?" Dora asked.
"I don't think so," Molly said with a sad smile. "Though I have invited Minerva to dinner tonight to discuss it with her."
"She should be a big help, if anyone knows children it's her," Tonks said, thoughtfully.
"Why don't you stay for dinner," Molly said, with a smile. "You can talk to her about your problem you're trying to solve."
Dora thought for a moment, "Tell you what. I have a couple of errands to run, but I'd love to come to dinner, like I said, I never turn down a home cooked meal."
Molly laughed, "Well, OK then, we'll be eating about seven, don't be late."
Dora smiled back at her, "I should be back before that, if it's OK with you?"
"I've told you before, Dora. You're welcome here any time."
Tonks got up and as she did so, Molly did too. Tonks came around to her and gave her a big hug. "You certainly have been full of surprises."
"With six boys, I have to be really sharp or else," Molly said with a grin.
"I don't know how you do it Molly, I've heard rumours about the Twins and if half of them are true, you should be up for some kind of reward."
Molly giggled, "I don't know about that but they can be quite a handful."
Tonks sighed as she opened the door, "I'll see you later, and thanks for trusting me in regard to Harry. I'm really relieved that he's safe and away from his relatives."
Molly watched the young Auror walk toward the Burrow's Apparation point, glad she was able to recruit her into the circle of people who were taking care of Harry.
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Mad-eye Moony sat in Dumbledore's office, answering a summons for an update on the on going search for Harry.
The old Auror, was looking at the Headmaster critically, knowing him to be a masterful manipulator and he wondered about Tonks' thoughts about Harry's treatment in Surrey.
"Albus," he growled, "Certain rumours have reached me while I've been conducting my search, some of them quite troubling."
"Concerning what, may I ask?" Dumbledore inquired, trying to keep the conversation light and pleasant.
"About how the boy was treated by said relatives," Mad-eye said, plainly, seeing no reason to beat around the bush.
He noticed Dumbledore's eyes widen slightly, so slightly a normal person would have missed it. "Now Alastor, you know how people are with rumours, you can't believe a thing most of them say," Dumbledore said, off-handedly.
"Aye, that can be true, but it's just as likely that there is a grain of truth to them too," Mad-eye replied.
Dumbledore rose from behind his desk and began to pace in his office and Alastor knew it was one of the things he did when nervous and didn't want to make eye contact with the person he was talking to.
Albus Dumbledore sighed, "Alastor, while Harry's life at #4 Privet Drive may not be ideal, it is the safest place for him to stay until he's of age."
Alastor Moody, thumped his wooden leg down hard on the floor of the office, making a large bang reverberate through the place. "You place too much trust in those damn blood wards Albus. I've told you more than once he can be made just as safe virtually anywhere with the proper wards in place."
"Well that's rather a mute point at the moment," Dumbledore replied, a little testily. "What I'm interested in right now is what progress have you made in tracking him down?"
"Well obviously I haven't found him yet, but I do have a lead or two that I'm following, so don't give up hope just yet, Albus. Have I ever let you down yet?"
"No Alastor, you haven't, but this is a special case and progress seems rather slow," Albus sighed.
"True, Albus, but then you usually have me tracking down criminals and ne'er-do-wells. People who leave traces in the underworld they travel in. Here we're looking for a kid twelve years old. He doesn't leave much of a trace anywhere, much less in the places I usually find the one's you're looking for," Alastor grumbled.
"True, true, Alastor, but we must find him.. So much is at stake and Harry is the key to it all," Albus said, sadly. "I can't even begin to conceive thinking about it if he were lost to us forever."
"Now, now, Albus. It hasn't come to that. In fact if he was dead, I think he'd be a whole lot easier to find!" Mad-eye said with a laugh.
"Yes, dead twelve year olds do tend to draw a lot of attention," Albus said with a chuckle. "Please keep me informed of your progress, Alastor."
Moody struggled to his feet, "That I'll do Albus, that I'll do."
He then turned and stomped to the door, he stopped and gave one last glance back at Dumbledore who looked at him questioningly. Mad-eye just gave a wave of his hand and left, thinking that Albus Dumbledore only thought about what Harry Potter could do for him and didn't really have the kids best interest at heart.
Yes, Tonks was right, wherever the boy was, he was almost certainly better off than under the care and guidance of one Albus Dumbledore.
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The Twins and Ron were laying out by the pond, after their mother had packed them a huge lunch and told them to make themselves scarce till late afternoon. They had spent most of the morning swimming and had just finished eating their lunch.
Feeling full and drowsy in the warm summer air, they were laying around and the discussion had turned to what was going on between their parents and Ginny and Harry.
Fred and George had tested the privacy charms that had been cast but they were stronger than anything that they had encountered before.
"Wow, George, those wards were pretty powerful," Fred said.
"Yeah, Fred. Stronger than anything we've run in to before," George said in agreement.
"What ever they are talking about to Ginny and Harry must be pretty big, don't ya think?"
"That I do Fred, that I do. You don't think her got her pregnant, do you?"
"They're only eleven and twelve George, I know the Prewett women are fertile but that's pushing the limit."
At the mention of Ginny might be pregnant, Ron sat up, his face turning bright red, "Well if he got her pregnant, I'll kill him, Mum and Dad won't matter. I don't care if he's the great Harry Potter or the Bloody Boy-Who-Lived!" Ron shouted angrily.
Fred and George looked at Ron like he'd lost his mind. "Whoa, Ron. We're just doing some idle speculation. We could be way off the mark. Do you have any alternate suggestions that might be feasible?" Fred said watching Ron closely.
Ron calmed a bit but was still very agitated, his anger subdued but not gone totally. His face still in a scowl, "Well I don't know, whatever it is, it must be pretty big."
George rolled his eyes, "We just said that Ron."
"Yeah, well I, ah. . ."
"That's Bloody eloquent of you," Fred said with a laugh.
Ron shook his head in disgust. "You guys just never give me a break, do you?"
"Ron, if you just didn't make it so easy for us, we'd lay off a little, but it's like you're the perfect straight man," George told him, a smile on his face.
"If you would have thought before you started speaking, without having anything ready to say, you wouldn't have given us the opportunity to take the mickey out on you," Fred said.
By distracting Ron, and making him think, they had dispelled much of his anger, sure he was still irritated but he was no longer ready to kill someone.
Seeing Ron relax a little, Fred threw him a bottle, "Here bro, have another butterbeer."
"Where did you get them from?" Ron asked, looking closely at the bottle like it would disappear. "And does Mum know?"
"Don't ask questions, as the Muggles say, Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," George said.
"Eww, Who'd want to look a horse in the mouth?" Fred asked. "I mean they must have terrible breath, don't cha think?"
"Yeah, and what's a gift horse? Is that a Muggle thing like Christmas? Some horse galloping around delivering gifts! Blimey, they sure do have some crazy notions," Fred said, thoughtfully.
"Another thing, what Mum doesn't know can't hurt you," George stated.
"Unless she catches you," added Fred.
Ron smiled evilly, "Guess you'd better be nice to me," he said triumphantly.
"Hump, Why's that O little brother," Fred asked with a smirk.
"I'll tell Mum," Ron answered smugly.
George just laughed at him, "We'll deny it," he stated calmly.
"I'll show her the bottle," Ron said, frowning.
"How will you prove we gave it to you?" Fred said with a chuckle.
When Ron just looked at them, George moved in for the kill, "There you'll be with a butterbeer bottle in your hands, no proof it ever belonged to someone else, with Mum staring at you, giving you the eye."
"Standing there, over you, tapping her foot, hands on her hips, the anger so palatable that the very air you breath is laced with it!" Fred added.
"All right, I get the picture," Ron said as he caved in to the Twin's pressure.
Fred and George exchanged looks, "This is getting a little boring," Fred said.
"Yeah, it is. I wonder if it's clear to go up to the house yet. We could get our brooms and play some Quidditch," George said with a smile.
They turned to Ron, "You in?" Fred asked.
"I guess, but we only have three," Ron said, looking at the Twins.
"We can get Harry to play," said George.
"That's if we can pry him away from Ginny," Fred said with a laugh.
"She can come and watch," George added with a smile.
They all rose and gathered their things and headed back to the Burrow. They saw their Mum out hanging some wash. She spotted them walking up from the pond and smiled at them, "I was going to call you after I finished hanging the laundry," she called out.
They got close to her as she hung the last piece up to dry. "Hey Mum, we were thinking of playing a little Quidditch and was wondering if we could get Harry to play too." George said, being the closest.
Molly frowned, "No, I'm sorry boy's. Harry is being restricted for a while," she said glumly.
"Mum, what's going on, first the talking to Ginny and Harry," asked Fred
"And now Harry's restricted. That means it has to be pretty serious?" finished George.
Though Ron didn't speak, he moved a little closer to make sure he heard what his Mum had to say.
"I'm sorry boys, you know the rules. If you aren't involved then what the others are being disciplined for is none of your business," Molly said sternly. "How about asking your brother Percy to play?" she suggested.
The Twins both rolled their eyes, "You've got to be kidding Mum," retorted Fred.
"Yeah Mum, he hasn't played Quidditch with us for years," added George, derisively.
"Ever since he said he wanted to get a job at the Ministry," Fred said, looking like he had eaten something that tasted terrible.
Molly sighed, though she didn't want to admit it, she knew the Twins were right, Percy had changed since he set his goal of getting what he considered an important job at the Ministry.
"Well, I'm sorry, you'll just have to make do or find something else to do, I can't be lax with the rules just for Harry. He has to learn just like you all have, the rules are the rules," Molly explained.
Ron was taken by surprise, he hadn't even considered that Harry wouldn't be allowed to play and maybe Harry wasn't getting such special treatment after all.
The Twins turned to Ron, "Well if we can't play Quidditch want to play some follow the leader?" George said hopefully.
"Sure, why not? It certainly beats sitting around doing nothing," sighed Fred.
"You still in?" asked George, speaking to Ron.
Ron sighed, he'd rather have played Quidditch, but playing follow the leader was at least flying, "Sure," Ron said with a shrug.
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It was late afternoon when Tonks returned to the Burrow and Molly greeted her warmly. "I didn't expect you till later," she said with a smile.
Tonks looked sheepishly at Molly, "I can come back later if you wish."
Molly shook her head as she took Tonks in a bone crunching hug, "You'll do no such thing, you're here now and here you'll stay."
Tonks breathed a sigh of relief as Molly let her go, trying to check herself for broken bones as Molly led her into the kitchen. She saw Molly was beginning to prepare dinner and she had to smile, wishing she knew how to cook as good as Molly did.
It was almost as if Molly was reading her mind, "Do you want to help?" she asked with a smile.
Tonks looked sceptically at her, "I'm not very good," she said sheepishly.
"Then all the better that you do, you'll learn a lot by helping out. Come on, I'll tell you what needs to be done and if you have any trouble, I'll help you get out of it. Deal?" Molly said, her smile encouraging Tonks to give it a try.
"OK Molly, but I won't be responsible if something goes wrong," Tonks replied with a laugh.
Molly handed her an apron and started her on dicing some vegetables for the stew she was making. After a brief period of instruction on the proper way to hold and use a chefs knife, Tonks began to prepare the items that Molly had set out for her.
It didn't take long before she began to get comfortable in doing her task and before she knew it she had everything done. Molly looked over her shoulder and smiled at her, "Wonderful job," she said, praising Tonks, which left her with a warm wonderful feeling.
Molly then had her help with getting several other things ready for cooking. Tonks was actually having fun, learning to cook with Molly. Though Molly did use magic to keep some things stirring, for the most part they did things by hand.
Molly explained that she preferred to do it that way. Saying that it gave her a great feeling of satisfaction and it was much more relaxing, allowing her to concentrate on cooking instead of things that may be bothering her or any little problems that may have creeped up.
It was a little after five when Arthur arrived home, and though he was a little surprised to see the young Auror helping Molly in the kitchen, he took it in stride and didn't let anything show.
Molly smiled at him and as he sat down at the table to read the Evening Prophet Molly explained Tonks' presence.
Arthur was surprised to say the least but very happy to have such a skilled and personable ally added to the loose "family" that was growing around Harry.
Slowly all the Weasley children made there way into the kitchen as dinner time approached. Everyone was surprised by Tonks' presence but all accepted her without any problem.
Tonks felt the warmth of the family from every member she was introduced to, though she did feel that Percy wasn't as welcoming as the others. It wasn't something she could put her finger on but she knew it felt different and she vowed to pay close attention to Percy until she could figure it out.
As the clock ticked towards seven, everything was ready for dinner. All they needed now was the remainder of the guests. Several of the children were seated at the table, but George was still standing, getting himself something to drink.
Tonks had been shuffled around till she was near the stairs, with Percy and Arthur standing beside her.
"George could you go tell Ginny and Harry that dinner's ready?" Molly said.
George was just about to answer when Tonks spoke up, "I'm right here Molly, I'll go get them."
Molly smiled at her, "Well OK, if you want to climb those steps again."
"It's no problem," Tonks said with a smile as she turned and bound up the stairs.
Fred and George watched her go, "Sounds like one of us," Fred said.
"Yeah Mum, you sure she isn't related?" George added.
Molly chuckled as did Arthur, "Well all the pure-blood families are related somehow," Arthur explained. "I'm sure she's related to us by more than one family member somehow."
Tonks returned a couple of moments later with Harry and Ginny trailing behind. Everyone was sitting down when a knock came at the door. Molly glanced at the clock, "Seven PM, right on time," she said as she pulled the last of the bread from the oven.
Arthur went to open the door, "Remember, she said she was bring a friend, so be nice," Molly chided playfully.
Arthur just shook his head and opened the door, Minerva came through first and smiled at everyone sitting there. Arthur looked past her out the door at her guest. His eyes grew round and he had a shocked look on his face.
Molly noticed that uncharacteristically Minerva was blushing, and for once she was wearing her hair down, out of her typical bun. She then noticed Arthur standing, staring out the door.
"Arthur, get a hold of yourself and invite Minerva's guest in," Molly chided him.
Arthur just motioned with his hand, sweeping it inside, inviting the person in. Everyone was staring intently at the door by now and as the person stepped inside, everyone's jaw dropped open, not believing who they were seeing and who was Minerva's friend.
Molly was the first one to recover, "Well I certainly didn't expect you when Minerva said she was bring a friend."
The man standing there gave a hearty laugh, "Yeah, I know," he said, "Somehow no one ever expects me."
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A/N: Surprise faithful readers, I have another chapter finished and decided to post it now, so enjoy.
Last chance for guesses on Minerva's "Friend".
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