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This time on A Mid-Winter's Eve: Consequences of a fun Mid-Winter's Eve…
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Chapter 2-oOo-
February 3, 1998Forbidden Forest, Hogwarts, Scotland
Someone shook the tent. Harry opened his eyes. The tent was dark. At this time of the year in Scotland it was always dark early in the morning.
The tent shook again. "Time to get up. Breakfast starts in an hour, and you must attend classes," he heard Professor McGonagall.
Daphne was curled up against his side, still sleeping. Looking down, he could see her chest moving in a rhythmic fashion. Hermione's head was on his chest now. She yawned then groaned. "My head hurts," she told him.
He felt like he had a slight headache but enjoyed the girls naked bodies too much to let it affect him. "Yeah."
As he started to process what had happened last night, he wasn't sure what to do.
"Daphne," Hermione said, reaching over to shake the blonde awake.
"Five more?" she tiredly requested.
"We have to get up," Harry told them. He would have sat up, but that wasn't possible.
Daphne's arm went over his stomach. "What if I don't want to leave?"
Harry's eyes rose some. Hermione shifted to look up at him. He could tell something had really shifted last night. It wasn't just the sex, though that had been really good... at least he thought so with how he was feeling. Something in Hermione's eyes looked conflicted.
"We have to go to class," Hermione told them.
As they started to move, Harry couldn't help his eyes from roaming over their bodies. Daphne seemed to be moving a little more gingerly than Hermione. He felt guilty. Daphne seemed to catch onto it as he watched her slip her arms into her cloak. "Harry, thank you for last night. It was very nice, and I hope whomever I marry will be as nice."
"Did I hurt you?"
She gave him a soft smile. He had never seen her smile before. It made her look incredibly beautiful. "It is supposed to hurt the first time. By the end it felt really good."
"I agree. You were brilliant last night," Hermione told him, kissing his cheek. Hermione looked to Daphne. She bit her lip before saying. "Daphne, this doesn't affect you, right?"
"No. Participating in celebrations do not affect me. I'll see you for our normal study time? I don't think any of us have classes today. You are invited too, Potter," Daphne said, her aloofness coming back.
"Please, call me Harry. I have my workout and training I need to do," Harry told them.
Daphne looked at him curiously. "Training and workout?"
"Harry is taking a special class in duelling. Professor Flitwick has him on a strict workout routine," Hermione explained.
"Is that why you looked like a chiselled statue?" Daphne questioned.
"Probably," he commented, pulling his jumper on. He felt pleased with himself to see the way Daphne had looked at him.
Hermione chuckled. "You liked his six pack too?"
"You are a lucky witch, Hermione. I'll call you Harry if we are in private, but it's Potter otherwise," she told them, standing up and moving towards the flap.
"Hold on, I'll walk you both up," Harry told her.
When they walked out, Hermione's hand in his, Professor McGonagall was waiting. "You are the last ones. If you need, Madam Pomfrey will be in the hospital wing through the end of breakfast."
"I'll see them up there, professor," Harry replied back.
"I can go with Daphne. You go start your workout so we can go to the library this afternoon," she told him, giving him a kiss on his cheek.
"You sure?"
"I'm sure," Hermione replied.
He walked with them to the training yard, getting a peck on his lips from Hermione when they went their separate ways. Harry could see the longing in Daphne's eyes as they walked away. Harry found it extremely hard to leave them both, or to resist kissing Daphne as well. As he had time to really process it, he wasn't sure if last night had been a mistake... especially now that he wanted both girls to sleep with him like that again.
After changing, Harry went back out to the cold grounds, did his stretching and then started his run.
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On the way to the hospital wing..."Hermione, are you alright with last night?" Daphne asked.
Hermione's mind was racing as much as the headache would allow it too. She had always struggled some with how she felt for both sexes. There was no doubt that she really liked boys... men. Harry was a man but seeing Daphne kissing Harry and her tits bouncing just before her face as Harry had her ride his cock, had turned her on as much as it had having Harry in her last night.
This was not what her parents had taught her, and wizards seemed even more conservative than her parents' beliefs in the Anglican church. Hermione was more open though, and the blonde Daphne Greengrass had caught her eye for a while. Even with that, she was feeling a small seed of jealousy creeping up inside her.
Would Harry prefer Daphne or her now that they had had a threesome?
"Hermione?" Daphne questioned.
"I don't know. Last night was... different," Hermione told her.
"It was part of the celebration. I imagine it was different than what muggles would do," Daphne replied.
"I didn't mean like that. It was just... different," Hermione told her.
They were both silent for a moment before Daphne said, "I can't tell you how turned on I was when you took Harry into your mouth. Do you do that often?"
Hermione blushed. "First time, actually. Do you think he liked it?"
"Yes," Daphne told her. After a moment, she said very quietly, "I think I would like to do that to Harry too."
Hermione stopped. Daphne pulled up short, turning to catch her eye. Hermione was so torn at the moment. She was really tearing herself up inside about knowing she was supposed to be monogamous, but she had really enjoyed having more than one partner last night. All she knew was that she meant it when she mouthed to Harry she loved him. "Daphne, I don't know if that should happen again," she finally said, her fear of Harry wanting someone else making her say so.
Daphne looked a little uncertain. "What if Harry was required to have two wives?"
Hermione just stared at the blonde. "What?"
Daphne took in a deep breath. "What if Harry was required to have two wives. Would you accept me?"
Hermione blinked a few times. "Why would Harry have two wives? That's not legal and I can't see him having a mistress," she said... not trying to think of the trim blonde.
"Technically, it is against the law, but technically, Harry is two people in our world," Daphne replied.
"Explain," Hermione demanded after a moment. She was starting to think last night was just an innocent threesome brought on by the magic, but if it could be more...
"Harry is the heir to the Potters and heir to the Blacks. Both families are old, with potential seats in the Wizengamot and are recognized as members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. I know most don't put a lot of stock in that now, but there are laws and traditions about keeping those houses alive," Daphne told her.
Hermione made a face. "You mean like the Malfoys?"
Daphne shook her head. "The Malfoys are relatively new blood here in Britain. Yes, they have a long history in France, but Draco is only the third generation born on our soil. His family only received official pureblood status with Draco. They claim to be part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but the original were the families that signed the Ministry Charter almost eight hundred years ago. My family is considered to be old, but we have only been here for about three hundred years. We came from Norway before then," Daphne explained.
Hermione's mind was racing. "If Harry was that important, why did Fudge and the Ministry try to discredit him and drive him away?"
"Politics. Just because he has the blood and now holds the reigns of two such old houses, doesn't mean that others won't try to get one up over him, especially since the old houses have special privileges when they want to claim them," Daphne said.
"Harry knows that he could apply to be on the Wizengamot, but special privileges? You mean like multiple wives?" Hermione questioned.
"Each house of the Sacred Twenty-Eight is recognized as their own entity. They can't be combined or joined with another house. If you marry Harry, you will be required to give heirs for both. If he was to have two wives, then we could each represent one," Daphne told her.
Hermione's eyes narrowed a little. "You wanted Harry to sleep with you. Why?"
Daphne stood tall, looking more like a lady of an important House. "I was not trying to mislead either of you, but if the goddess accepted the spilling of my blood, then I will be cleansed of all binding magics. My sister and I are bound to marriage contracts to the Malfoys. Since they didn't have a second son, the magic of the contracts could have him claim either, or both, of us."
Hermione was frowning. "You used me," she accused. "You knew I wanted to see some of those celebrations."
"I did, but I didn't," Daphne confessed. She rushed to go on as Hermione put a hands on her hips. "I wanted you to come. I think more Muggleborn should be invited to our sacred holy nights. You must have been curious."
"I was. I am. That isn't all, is it?" Hermione demanded.
"I also wanted Harry. I know he is a powerful wizard. The letting of a virgin's blood may not have been enough. You can't tell me you didn't feel how much magic he was blessed with. He is more powerful than any handful of us. I also know you look at me," Daphne told her. "I've had a crush on Harry for a while. Tracey has teased me how you look at me, and I admit I find you rather attractive too. With the breaking of the bond of the contract, I need another contract bond. I was hoping you and Harry would accept me? If you do, Astoria can break her contract as well. This isn't just about me, Hermione."
"Bloody hell," she muttered. Harry and the red head had been bad influences on her over the years. As she tried to ponder all this, she asked, "Tracey didn't see me looking at her, did she?"
Daphne smiled. "Me. Tracey. Lavender Brown. Susan Bones. You have good tastes."
Hermione felt her face flush a little. She might like to taste Daphne. "Daphne? Is it acceptable for Harry to have two wives?"
"Yes," Daphne replied.
"You still used us," Hermione said. "Harry hates to be used or manipulated. He might be upset about this."
Daphne finally looked a little apprehensive. "Will Harry be that upset?"
"I don't know," Hermione told her. "I never thought he would have a threesome with me and you, so I don't know."
"Are you angry?" Daphne pressed.
"Some," Hermione replied. "Are you sore?"
"Merlin, yes. I still don't know how he fit in me, but, bloody hell, I want him again," Daphne told her.
Hermione bit her lip. "As do I." After a moment, she confessed in a whisper, "I want to see Harry take you too."
Daphne perked up a little. "You would accept me?"
Hermione chewed on her lip. "Let's talk with Harry," she suggested.
Daphne stood tall. "I want some pain relief potion first."
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Around the Black Loch...Harry ran along the edge of the Black Lake. The path skirted the shoreline along the Hogwarts border, then plunged into a section of the Black Forest they were allowed to enter. It was a mile long path that brought him to a grassy clearing at the end of the lake. Not far beyond, the Forbidden Forest started and covered the other side of the lake.
As he ran, his thoughts drifted back to the tingling sensation of having two very naked young woman cuddled against him. Daphne and Hermione were of similar builds. Thinking back, Daphne's hips had been a little wider while Hermione's nipples and areolas had been darker.
A smile had crept onto his face to think that Daphne had also been louder.
As he thought that, a frown replaced the smile.
He had just had sex for the first time. He had had sex with two incredibly beautiful young women. Hermione was his girlfriend of all a month and some change. They had snogged and hands had roamed, but no clothes had come off yet. Well, not before last night. He really cared for her and would never cheat on her or leave her after everything they had been through. On the other hand, he found that he now wanted Daphne too.
How that would work... he knew it wouldn't.
"Bloody fuck," he huffed out.
Harry pushed himself, hoping he could run away from this new conflict. He ran out of the Black Forest at full speed racing towards the rock he usually tapped before turning around. He was about to touch it when there was the screech of an owl.
Harry looked up to see a black eagle owl swooping down. He came to stop, leaning a hand against the rock as he watched the owl. There were two thick envelopes attached to its leg. He slowed, putting his hand on the rock and leaning over. He was heaving for breath, having covered the distance from the school in almost half the time he normally would.
The owl landed on a rock next to him.
"Just a moment," he said, working to catch his breath. He got a sharp rebuke in reply. "You nip me, and I'll fry you up like a chicken."
The owl, who looked about to do just that, took a step back, making him take a step to get the letters. Looking at it, he was wondering why Gringotts had sent him a statement. He had received one over Christmas break and shouldn't get another one until April.
One was addressed to Regent Potter and the other Regent Black. That had been an annoying thing he had found out over the summer once he turned seventeen. The Potters and Blacks were two different Houses. Harry had wanted to disband the Blacks, like Sirius' will requested, but when the goblins told him he couldn't unless he wanted to give the Blacks to Malfoy, Harry had claimed the magical line of the Blacks as fast as he could.
The owl gave him a baleful hoot before flying off.
"You have a good day too," he called after the bird.
He had a quick debate before breaking the seal on the Potter envelope first. "Come again?" he asked no one in particular as he read the letter a second time. Frantically he ripped open the letter for Regent Black. This one contained a cover letter and a multi-page legal looking document.
He scanned it quickly. "Bloody Hell!"
Harry started to run back to the castle.
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Infirmary...Daphne's insides were swirling. She may be cool and collected to the outside world, but that only hid the turbulence she often felt beneath her veneer. For years now Draco had been telling her she was his. As part of the marriage clauses with his mother to Lucius Malfoy, all marriage contracts not fulfilled would head to Draco, supposedly the next inline now that all the other Blacks were dead. Unfortunately, that would mean Draco was going to be head to two houses. The Malfoys may not officially be part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, but with Draco being the third pureblood Malfoy born on British soil, it meant he would now be bound by the old laws, needing to sire children for both the Malfoys and Blacks. He was using that to torture Astoria and her, wanting to excise marriage contracts that would see them both with the blonde ponce.
What sickened her even more was the fact he kept telling her his fantasies to see both sucking him off. If he were to marry them, they would have to comply.
The contracts were written in such a way he could make them. Sharing a guy with her sister just did nothing for Daphne. Sharing a guy with the likes of Granger... now that was a fantasy, she could like... and had enjoyed it last night.
Last night was as much about escaping Malfoy and hopefully freeing her sister, as it had been her hoping she had a choice, at least once in her life. She hadn't lied to Harry and Hermione about that. She really did want to have a choice the first time. A small smile came over face to think of it.
The whole plan about last night had come when she found out over Christmas break that Draco was only an heir, not the regent or primary heir. Potter was. The fact she knew Harry now outranked Malfoy had her hoping the bond would be broken by the true head of the Blacks.
Tracey and Hannah Abbott were also in the infirmary when they arrived. Abbott gave them a knowing smile as she walked past them. "Have a good night girls?"
"About as pleasant as it looks you did," Hermione said from besides her.
"I got my choice. Did you?" Daphne asked.
Abbott smirked. "Susan just left and Neville was grinning all the way to the Great Hall. You tell me? Oh, you know you both have bruises all over your necks, right?" With a cheeky grin the girl skipped out the door.
Hermione blushed, her hands going to her neck. Daphne giggled a little. Apparently, she was still feeling a little loopy because she didn't usually giggle. "Wear them with pride. We honoured Bridgit and the Earth Mother last night."
Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, took one look at them and said, "Both of you?"
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione replied.
"Sit on a bed. Ms Davis, you can go when you are ready," Madam Pomfrey told her.
Daphne's best friend hopped out of bed then plopped rather unceremoniously next to Daphne, bouncing them both on the squeaky springs of the old bed. "You look to be walking a little gingerly," Tracey said with a huge smile. "So do you, Granger."
"You know why, you prat." Daphne rolled her eyes at Tracey.
"So, the plan worked? Does Granger know? Does she approve? Are all those marks only from Potter?" Tracey questioned, a slightly mischievous hint to her voice.
"And what about those on your neck?" Daphne questioned.
"Oh, Blaise and I had some fun. You know he is meeting his betrothed this summer, so he was hoping for a little fling," Tracey said, rocking on the bed looking really pleased with herself. "Now, are all your bruises from Potter?"
Hermione answered. "It was a group thing," the girl said in a tone that had Daphne looking at her. Daphne had been curious what it might be like to be in a good poly-amorous relationship when she had had her better fantasies to escape Malfoy's sick ones.
Tracey gave Daphne a smug look as though saying 'Told you so'.
Daphne's glare said, 'Shove it!'.
Tracey laughed, being prevented from saying anything else when Madam Pomfrey came over with a small tray of potions which she set on a table at the end of the beds. "If you don't mind, I would like to just do a small check-up before I give you anything. All the students I have seen so far appear to have some extra magic in them today."
The way Tracey was still rocking on the bed, a huge smile on her face, had Daphne wondering how much extra magic.
"Is that why I feel so awake?" Hermione asked.
"Most likely, dear. If you received any of the blessing, then I dare say that all of you may find your spells more powerful for a while," the matron informed them. When she ran her wand over her, the matron looked surprised. When she did it again, Daphne was looking at the Healer curiously. "If you don't mind me asking, did you make a sacrifice of your virgin blood?"
Daphne felt her cheeks flush a little. That was something she didn't mind talking with Hermione about, or even telling Tracey, but it was not something she expected the matron to just ask so bluntly. The expression on her face must have said it all.
"I see. And you, Ms Granger, did you do the same?" Madam Pomfrey asked.
Hermione looked more comfortable with the question. "Yes, Madam Pomfrey."
The matron nodded, running her wand over Hermione. The woman nodded as though understanding something. "Would you both mind if I do some other diagnostics?"
"Why? Is something wrong?" Hermione asked nervously.
"I wouldn't say wrong, but something unusual." The matron's wand was going again. When she swished the wand between Hermione and her, Tracey's gasp was louder than both Hermione's and hers. Daphne almost felt like crying. The bond to the contract was still there. The golden cord looking stronger than before. It faded as it raced towards the door. There was also a new one. A silvery cord extended between Hermione and her. Another silvery cord ran from Hermione towards the doors.
"What the bloody hell are those?" Tracy demanded.
Hermione looked at the cords, the representation of bonds. "Are these what I think they are?"
"Magical bonds," Daphne whispered.
"Strong ones at that. Who are you betrothed too, Ms Greengrass?" the matron asked.
"Malfoy," she said morosely.
Hermione took in a sharp breath.
The matron frowned. "I don't doubt you believe that, but I never thought Mr Malfoy had any feelings for Ms Granger. This silvery bond strand is usually only made between those that have some feelings towards each other, and by the strength of it, probably gave their sacrifice to the same young man."
"Daph, you said the contract was with the Heir to the Blacks," Tracey said. "You said Draco claimed that at fifteen."
"It is," Daphne said in a confused voice. "He claimed the contract before Potter was declared primary heir. Last night should have broken that contract."
"When is Draco's birthday?" Hermione questioned. Daphne could see the gears turning in the girl's head.
"Sometime near the end of June," Daphne told her.
Hermione bit her lip. "Sirius declared Harry his heir before the fourth year. We found out at the will reading almost two years ago that Harry had been emancipated when he was declared for the Triwizard Tournament."
Daphne's eyes widened as the realization hit her. "Harry is Regent Black? I just thought him primary heir until he was twenty-one."
"Since Sirius died. The goblins didn't tell him about any betrothals though," Hermione replied dubiously.
"The Malfoys had claimed them. Harry wouldn't get them but should have been able to find them in the family's documents," Daphne replied.
"Harry claimed you last night, with his right of regency," Tracey deduced.
"That would explain the betrothal bond," Madam Pomfrey stated.
The doors to the infirmary burst open. Harry charged in, holding a fist full of parchment work. Magic was radiating off him. "What the bloody hell is all this?" he demanded.
"Oh, this won't be good," Hermione groaned as though she understood the situation right away.
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Infirmary...Harry's chest was heaving as he held up the stack of parchments in his hand. Daphne, Hermione, Tracey Davis and Madam Pomfrey were all looking at him. Davis shied back while Hermione and Daphne seemed to lean towards him. Madam Pomfrey rose her hands. "Easy there, Potter. No reason to be upset at the moment."
Harry looked to the matron. "No reason?" He even sounded deranged in his own head.
"Harry, what's in your hands?" Hermione asked.
He looked to her, noticing a braided silver cord going from her to him. Blinking, he noticed another going from her to Daphne. Even more surprising was the golden strand between him and Daphne. "What the bloody hell?!" Harry blurted out. "Why are their ropes connecting us?"
He didn't realize his magic flared some, making the cords to the two girls increase in diameter.
"Mr Potter, I must ask you to calm down, please," she told him, moving to a rack of potions she had put on a table by the girls.
"CALM DOWN! I get letters from Gringotts that Daphne and I are betrothed. She is the intended Heiress Black and Hermione is now the intended Heiress Potter! What the hell is going on? I thought you said that nothing would come of last night," he asked desperately towards Hermione. "I love you, Hermione, but what is this!"
Hermione stood up. "It's alright, Harry. I don't think this is anything bad," she said.
Harry let out a pulse of magic. After last night, he really did like these two girls, but to be betrothed? To have no say in the matter? He didn't even get to really explore what this all meant before he proposed to one of them... "Merlin, Hermione, don't I ever get a choice!"
The understanding in her eyes had him calming a little. "Yes, you have a choice," she said.
"How! You know what magically binding contracts are like! You told me what betrothals are like as well. Do I own Daphne now? It that what this is? Did I just trap her into this... this... whatever this was that happened between us last night?" Harry begged for an answer. His magic flared more, pushing the two beds closest away from him. "I never meant to trap you like this, Daphne."
Daphne looked like she didn't know what to say. He could see tears grow in her eyes. Madam Pomfrey handed Hermione a small potion vile with a dull red potion in it while whispering into her ear. Daphne stood when Hermione took her hand.
"What about us, Hermione? How can I marry two witches? I like Daphne. Merlin, I like both of you, but you've been my best friends since we first came to Hogwarts," he said. The pull to both grew as they came closer, but he knew he couldn't have them both.
"Harry, it will be alright," Hermione said calmly as she came to stand close to him. Daphne looked to be squeezing the life out of Hermione's hand.
"How will this be alright?" Harry asked her, really hoping she had an answer.
Hermione pulled Daphne so she was standing just besides her. "Tell him what you told me."
Harry looked to Daphne. Daphne looked uncertain for a moment before taking in a breath and standing tall. "You are Regent Black and Regent Potter. According to the old ways and laws enacted for the original Sacred Twenty-Eight, that makes you two people," Daphne told him.
Harry blinked at her, his magic starting to settle some. When Daphne didn't say anything else, he looked to Hermione. "I don't know all the details, but if what Daphne says is correct, you can have a wife for each magical line since they can't be combined. Otherwise, if you only wanted me, I would have to give you children for both magical lines."
Harry blinked again. His mind felt remarkably blank for what should have been a frantic thought stream. As it sank in, his magic pulled in more. "You are telling me," he started, looking at Hermione, then Daphne, "that I'm considered two people before magic?"
"Yes," Daphne said after a moment.
"Because of this, I can have two women? As my wives?"
Daphne nodded. "Yes."
He stared at her for a moment. "Last night, did you intentionally trick me and Hermione into what we did so this would happen?"
Daphne's face crumpled, causing a falling sensation in his gut. He had been betrayed and tricked before and she had used their stupor from the magic and drinks to get him to make love to her, because to Harry, sex just wasn't sex. He would never have just slept with either of them just for that. When it came to Hermione, she was a woman he loved. The last two years had really shown him that. Daphne was someone he was attracted too. Someone that had earnestly asked him for help. The fact he was feeling pulled to her magic hadn't helped... well, it had, but not in the way he meant.
"I didn't ask you to have sex with me to bind you into this contract. I only hoped that with my sacrifice, it would break the contract I was already under. The contract bound my younger sister and I to the Heir of the Blacks. Draco was threatening to claim both of us and what he wanted us to do..." Daphne trailed off, a shiver passing through her.
Harry felt his protective nature kick up. Hermione headed him off at the pass. "Harry, I don't think she meant to trap you or herself. Daphne was looking for a way out of a dire situation. She also told me she has had a crush on you for a while."
Harry looked to Hermione briefly before turning back to the dark blue eyes of Daphne. She was looking at him pleadingly. He let out a breath and the raging magic in him subsided. As it left him, Harry could feel how much exertion he had put his body through between last night, the run out to the end of the lake and to push harder to get back here then the sudden flaring just now. His knees gave out and he crashed to the floor.
"HARRY!" both girls exclaimed, dropping down to keep him from falling over.
"Whoa," he said as a headache came crashing in.
Seeing it was safe to approach now, Madam Pomfrey came rushing over, her wand up and silently working a series of spells.
"Harry! Are you alright?" Hermione asked, steadying him on his knees.
"Fine... though the world is spinning some," he told her. He looked to Daphne. "You didn't mean for me to get this?" He held the papers up.
Daphne shook her head. "I just wanted to save Astoria and maybe see if you and Hermione would want me. I'm not lying that you could have two wives or that I've had a crush on you."
Harry nodded, then looked to Hermione. "Do you want this too?"
Hermione searched his eyes for a long moment before leaning in and kissing him gently. "I won't say no if this is what you want."
"Do we have a choice?" he asked, knowing how magical contracts worked.
"Not really, Mr Potter. There are bonds between the three of you. With you claiming each witch last night, and the sheer power you seem to have now, there is no breaking those bonds. How are you staying upright? According to my scans you are near exhaustion," she asked.
Harry smiled, before swaying some. "I feel like I could still run a marathon," he told the matron before his head lolled back and his eyes rolled into his head.
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Next time on A Mid-Winter's Eve: A concerned headmaster, the trio starts to come to terms with their situation and what about Molly?
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