Nothing is mine.

Another one, as we crawl toward the exciting stuff. But a slightly longer AN, for those who are a little put out that their entirely free reading isn't exactly what they would want it to be. There is a way to guarantee a story is exactly how you want it to be, of course, and I wholeheartedly recommend it. I do apologise for anyone who doesn't care about the writer's opinion on writing, or those who're reading with reading aid software, as this will delay you from reading the chapter for a few seconds.

I shall, however, endeavour to explain some of my writing principles, so even those who disagree can at least understand why I do it this way and that it's not just for shits and giggles (not even the chapter title puns, I'm afraid). Those who aren't familiar with me through chatting in PMs or on Discord are probably unaware that I like to make use of perspective in a particular way. To boil it right down, if the character feels something, then I want the reader to feel it. This isn't perfect, I can't actually make readers feel what they don't want to - indeed people will drop my stories rather than engage with a fanfic that isn't beautiful escapism and I don't hold it against them, to each their own - though I certainly can try and sneakily evoke emotions, and there are other downsides, such as when the character is frustrated or impatient as he crawls towards a distant dream and feels he's not getting any closer even as the world slowly starts to catch fire around him and draw him back into the flames he wanted so desperately to escape, the reader will also feel frustrated and impatient as they must too contend with the slow crawl of events that has been built into the story structure, and they might not appreciate that in the grand scheme of the story this makes the happy moments carry their true valuable rather than reduce the emotive scope by skimming through both highs and lows. Now, I will cheerfully write faster-paced stories where the theme fits, such as For Whom the Bell Tolls or any and all of my shorter pieces, but for things that have a grand scale, you simply have to take the time to build them up right - and I'll add, here, that that doesn't mean padding it out with "filler", if there's something included in a scene in my story, then I'm showing it to you for a reason. I might not spell the reason out, because that doesn't happen to people in real life and as I mentioned, I'm all about a very close perspective, but there's always a reason, often there are several, because I like to bury sneaky hints and foreshadowing at the same time as giving the reader what they need to know to predict what's going to come and understand what actually does.

There are alternatives to my style, of course, I could info dump in 10k word chapters, tell you all exactly what's happening so you can coast above the story in a comfortable position of omniscience and time-skip through Fleur's pregnancy and the slowburn stuff until it all picks up later on, but absorbing so much information like that is tricky, it tends not to be retained well, and all that distance and skimming and skipping certainly doesn't give the same impact as if you're shown it through the character's eyes in the same way they experienced it. And I generally believe that if you want to write something that's more than just entertainment, then the actual emotive scope and impact are very important. Of course, those who only want to see Harry curb-stomp his way to riches and romance may not share this opinion, and as tempted as I am to snidely recommend them Megamatt's great archive of questionable fiction, I'll be nice and ask them to have faith and think about it a bit. The build-up makes the pay-off to come worth. It's like the haribo experiment, one sweet now, or two later. And after all, the more it hurts to get... xD

Oh, and because while I tend to be a firm believer in "to each their own" I am occasionally irritated by those who come across as perhaps a little too entitled and discourteous. LOoKiNG aT yOU, YIk (yes, I too can childishly randomly capitalise things, look at that), I do read the reviews from time to time, especially now that FFN tells me they exist now, and it's generally wise not to be too rude. If only because it's entirely unnecessary and just makes people think you're a complete fuckwit. Now, let's see if Yik is brave enough to step outside their own head and consider the practice of writing as more than just their own personal feed of entertainment but also the work of a writer with their own ideas and principles. Find out next time on the review section of the sequel that shouldn't exist because I hate it even though I then inexplicably read every chapter within hours of release.

Oh, and Tony, I do enjoy and appreciate your reviews, among many others who've clearly spent a little time thinking about what they've been shown. Do watch out for the unreliable narrator though, if something seems like it should come to a grand finale and then sputters out in a very anticlimatic fashion, why, perhaps the person who's telling you it hasn't, isn't to be entirely trusted... ;)

Apologies again for that, though I do hope that some are as interested as I am in the actual craft of writing, I appreciate it's not for everyone!

Guess How Much I Love You

Katrina wailed, flailing her arms at the pages of runes on the kitchen table.

Harry winced as she hit top volume and pushed his chair back out of range of the table edge. 'Why so suddenly grumpy, baby bird?' He bounced her on his knee. 'What's wrong?'

Her cries rose louder, ringing back off the cupboards and echoing through the house.

'Do you want your maman?' Harry lifted her up and sat her on the table, sticking her to the wood with a strong charm. 'Maman is off with Auntie Gabby, Katie, but she'll be back soon.'

Katie bawled.

'Okay, okay.' He brushed at her thoughts, wiping his mind blank as a clean pane of glass. 'What's so upsetting, little chick? What's wrong?'

Distress flooded his mind, pouring from a cold, dark void. Katie clutched for a warm, bright feeling, the soft, sweet scent of almonds, silver hair and warm blue eyes.

Harry tugged his thoughts away. 'You want your maman, huh, baby bird.' He sighed and swept her back into her arms, rocking her back and forth. 'I'm sorry, Katie. Your maman's still going to be away for a little bit, it's just the two of us.'

Katie wailed, grabbing for his shirt.

'Let's find you something new and exciting shall we?' Harry conjured a little spark of red magic from the end of his wand and caught it in a bubble of glass the size of Katie's fist. 'And so it stays interesting.' He charmed the little spark of magic to change colours and waved it in front of her. 'Your maman's much better than I am at this, but I hope you like it.'

Katie's cries faded and she grabbed the glass ball in both hands, staring at the flickering mote of magic with wide green eyes as it shifted through colours.

'Wow, it feels really quiet now,' Harry murmured, adding a few protective charms to the toy. 'Does this mean I can look at runes? Or are you going to scream at me again?'

She pushed the orb against her mouth, pressing her tongue against the cool glass.

Harry laughed. 'Does it taste nice?'

The orb slipped from her grip; it plummeted halfway to the ground and zipped back up into Katie's little hands. A huge grin spread across his daughter's face.

'Oh dear,' Harry murmured through a soft smile. 'Now you're going to be even more trouble, aren't you?'

She licked the orb, squishing her nose against the glass to press as much of her small pink tongue against the ball as possible. Harry edged his chair back toward the table and spread his page of runes around either side of her swinging legs as Katie chomped on her new toy.

Now, how to do this? He stared at the swathe of runes, dividing them into two stacks. I could create an anchor, if I had something to use. But the rest… the anchor, how can I even put the feeling of it into words?

Harry sighed and tugged Katie's little striped socks back up. 'You're going to get cold feet if you keep kicking those off.'

She slobbered on the glass orb, watching the colours change with wide eyes.

The little red spark hovered there, flickering, and Sophonissa spread wings of crimson flame before the eye of Harry's mind.

Maybe it doesn't have to be drawn out rune by rune. He slipped his wand from his sleeve, slicing the pieces of parchment apart and merging them back together. Perhaps I can just write a reference to the feeling as I will feel it at the time, like I'm writing a reference to the object we choose as an anchor by writing on it.

A high-pitched wail burst from his pocket. Katie froze, the orb pressed against her mouth..

He dug Violette's ring from his pocket and stuck it on his finger. The shrieking stopped.

'That's better.' Harry pulled it off and dropped it back into his pocket. 'I can't really go off and leave you here, though, can I, little chick?'

Katie stared at him with big green eyes and pushed the glass against her lips, turning the orb around against her tongue.

He laughed and tugged the acorn necklace out from under his robes. 'Why do you think that's so tasty?' Harry pushed a little magic into the pendant. 'You're a silly baby bird.'

A soft heat washed across his skin as he tucked it back away.

Fleur appeared on the far side of the table. 'Is she okay?'

'Katie?' Harry chuckled. 'She's trying to eat the new toy I made her.'

She flashed him a smile. 'Why did you call for help, then? If she needs changing, you're on your own.'

'I already did that.' Harry pulled Violette's ring out. 'I have to go, mon Ange.'

Fleur's smile faded. 'So soon?'

'I'm sorry.' He pushed his chair back and stood up, kissing Katie on the top of her head. 'Hopefully it's not for long.'

'Give me a moment to let Gabby know I'm going to be here now.' She vanished.

'I will see you soon.' Harry unstuck Katie from the table with a flick of his wand and swept her up into his arms. 'I'll miss you, baby bird. You and your maman.' His heart sank. 'I'll miss you so much,' he whispered. 'Be safe. Be happy. I love you very very much.'

Katie squirmed, dropping the orb to crunch into the kitchen tiles and clutching for his face with a low cry.

'Oops.' Harry pointed his wand at the tiles. 'Reparo.'

Fleur appeared, bending to pluck the orb from the floor. 'This is quite heavy for a baby. No wonder she dropped it.'

'She dropped it once already.' Harry grinned. 'But she magicked it right back up into her hands.'

Her blue eyes widened and turned soft. 'Her first magic?'

'Yes.' Harry smiled. 'And now she's able to cause lots of trouble, I give her to you—' he passed Katie into Fleur's arms '—and go off to do something that's probably quite horrible.'

'Be careful,' Fleur whispered, resting Katie on her hip and kissing Harry on the cheek. 'Our little experiment in the Chamber of Secrets is almost done.' Her eyes darkened a few hues. 'We're nearly there, mon Coeur. Your runes. This body. Soon there'll be no more being afraid ever again for any of us.'

'We don't have long,' he whispered. 'I can - I can feel it coming. I've seen the world start to steal dreams, plucking them away, one by one, and every time I see one lost, I feel like I'm watching one more grain of sand falling through the hourglass.' Harry smothered the stab of panic. 'The amber-masked figure is coming. And we - we need this.'

Fleur cupped his cheek, cradling Katie close as she wriggled and scrunched up her face. 'Breathe, mon Amour. Gabby is right. We still have time. This is something to get exactly right.'

Harry sucked in a deep breath and let it out until his heart steadied. 'I have to go…'

'À bientôt,' she murmured, patting the necklace beneath her dress. 'I love you. Don't forget to let me know you're thinking of us.'

'I won't,' he promised, picturing the Sunshine Room and wrenching the world back past him. 'I'm here.'

'Good.' Grise dabbed potion onto his sunburnt, peeling face on the far side of the flickering white flames. 'Vert and I are back from Egypt.'

'How'd it go?' Harry mustered a little humour. 'Manage to get a tan?'

A faint smile passed across Grise's face. 'The Unspeakables threw us out this morning. Five of them. We did a good amount of damage first, though.'

'Ice creams?' Harry asked.

'Yes, they… were named… after… ice creams,' Liliana said, slipping in through the door. 'They were… very good.'

'So Britain has won in Egypt?' Harry studied the purple spiral on his ring. 'The Duforts and I pushed those unspeakables out of Italy.'

'We heard.' Grise studied his fingers. 'Britain has not won in Egypt. There's too much desire for independence now and the Ottoman Caliphate can't be rebuffed so easily as we were given the close border. They'll have to abandon it or oppress the entire magical population, and they don't have the means to do the latter while fighting all over the world.'

'What about… Malta?' Liliana rasped. 'Présidente… Desrosiers… pressured the… Italians into… attacking it… but will they… be able to win?'

'No.' Harry shrugged. 'Not without a lot of help from us. The Unspeakables will massacre them if they try. They should be able to keep the wards up across Southern Italy and Sicily to stop anyone getting out of Malta to cause much trouble, though.'

'That's good enough.' Grise's brow furrowed. 'That group of unspeakables are probably in Greece now to fend off the Ottomans. Janissaries have been seen warding islands in the Aegean. It seems Suleiman has his eyes on reclaiming Greece as well as bringing Egypt back under his influence.'

'Suleiman?' Harry asked.

'Caliph Suleiman is our most important ally if Britain chooses open war,' Grise replied. 'There are only a handful of wizards who faced Grindelwald alone and survived. Albus Dumbledore is dead. Julien Aguillard is dead. Suleiman is the third.'

'He does… not leave… Constantin…ople,' Liliana whispered. 'Not since… the war.'

'That doesn't matter, it's the reputation that counts, like the Duforts, and now, like Violette.' Grise stared into the white flames. 'The Ottomans will keep the pressure on Britain in Egypt and Greece, and even if the Russkayan Tsardom is tempted to try something on the North coast of the Black Sea, Suleiman will still likely be able to uphold that pressure. We will surround Malta, keep a watch across the Channel and on the Dutch, and defend our islands in the Caribbean where the Americans and British are fighting. This should be enough to force Britain into realising war is against all our interests.'

'What about… Gibraltar?' Liliana pressed her wand to the throat. 'That is… the last… stronghold… in the chain.'

'Too close to Spain.' Grise's frown darkened. 'Spain has gone quiet on the ICW from what Présidente Desrosiers said. We're worried they're planning to join the fight across the Atlantic, in which case the last thing we need to do is upset them here in Europe.'

'I don't think Britain is as scared of war as Présidente Desrosiers hopes,' Harry murmured.

Grise shot him a sharp look. 'You don't? Why not?'

'I think they feel a lot of them died fighting Voldemort and now the rest of the world has come to try and tear them down instead of letting them rebuild and have their lives.' Harry grimaced as he recalled Ginny's words on Sint Maarten. 'They are… they're angry. With the Americans and the Ottomans, and, if they believe what their papers are saying, with us.'

'Other nations smelt blood after the second civil war and Dumbledore's death,' Grise said. 'This is just how it works.'

'Britain is… winning in… the Caribbean,' Liliana rasped. 'With Spanish… help they… might win… decisively… and reclaim all… the small states… not fully part of… the Union of… Magical… America.'

Grise sighed. 'I've spent all morning discussing possibilities with Présidente Desrosiers and her ministers. They are endless. It has been decided we will stay our course for now and hope to pressure Britain back into more earnest discussions.'

Liliana nodded. 'Malta.'

'Yes, old friend.' Grise nodded. 'You and I will help keep an eye on Malta and Southern Italy.'

Harry bounced his wand against his palm, smothering the faint rays of hope. 'And me?'

'A brief break.' Grise steepled his fingers. 'We'll wait for that unspeakable team to surface and see if we can't pin it down and wipe it out. Losing them will seriously damage Britain's capability to fight this covert war and may even drive them to talks.'

'So I'm free to go home?' Harry asked.

'Yes,' Grise said. 'But I doubt it will be long before something happens somewhere.'

I wonder if Liliana encountered Strawberry Sundae.

'Vert,' Harry said. 'Have you got a moment first?'

Liliana nodded. 'Of course.'

Grise vanished with a loud crack.

'Did you cross wands with Strawberry Sundae?' Harry asked.

'Yes.' Liliana brushed back her hood and studied him with dark eyes. 'They have a… gift.'

'Is it like scrying?'

'It is called… gleaning,' Liliana rasped. 'Roman… blood magic… passed on… like Voldemort's… parseltongue. Did not know… anyone still… had it. Perhaps it was… recreated.'

'How does it work? Do you know?'

She shook her head. 'Only by… observation. They could… glimpse things like… via legilimency… but not.' Liliana held up her hand with its green-spiralled ring. 'It is no… threat to us.'

'I was just curious. Do we know which family it comes from?'

Is it you, Neville? Harry frowned. No. Neville was never insightful enough.

'No,' Liliana whispered. 'Only that… gifts like those… always come… with a price.'

But they were in the DA. They knew Hermione's spell. I must've known them.

'Merci, Liliana,' Harry said. 'Bonne courage.'

She stiffened. 'Liliana—' a soft gasp left her lips and she pulled her wand from her robes, pressing its glowing tip against her throat '—Liliana needs to rest, pardon.' She vanished with a loud crack.

And I need to get back to those runes.

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