oooOOOoooOOOooo Chapter 34
Harry bounced when he landed in England. He moved quickly out of the way out of habit from being instantly attacked in England.
"You'd make a hell of an auror, lad," said Moody in a deep burr that made women sigh to hear it.
"Not a chance. I don't trust the government enough to work for them," said Harry.
Moody grinned in approval at the statement. Kingsley just shook his head. Not that he didn't agree, just sometimes you have to do what you can to be on the side of good.
The group had arrived in the French Ministry of Magic. Their first stop, as much as Harry hated it, was to attend Ron's hearing. Harry tried to keep his face neutral when all he wanted to do was scowl at everyone around him. He wouldn't stop scowling until his ladies and his lads were with him again.
"This way," said Albus. He led them through the halls of the French Ministry. The French Ministry was above ground. The entire front and back of the building was made of glass. It rose a soaring 12 stories and covered a full city block. The walls were a light blue plaster with artistic designs in the molding showing magical creatures, plants, and historical figures of France.
They hurried down one of the long corridors lined with wide, stately white doors. The ceiling vaulted above them, making the sound of their hurrying feet echo on the ground.
They arrived at a hearing room. Dumbledore ushered them inside. The room had two tables facing a raised dais with a table with three chairs. Seating spread out behind the tables in four neat and even rows. Arthur and Molly Weasley were already sitting in the first row of seats. They looked gravely at the people milling about.
Harry ground his teeth for a moment, then walked over to them.
"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," said Harry.
"Please, dear, it's Arthur and Molly," said Molly.
"How are you holding up?" asked Bill, concerned.
Molly snorted in anger. "That boy. I can't believe he would double down on doing the wrong thing."
Arthur looked grave. "The case against Ron is a good one. I think he'll see some time in prison. France isn't as lax as the UK in prosecuting criminals."
Molly couldn't help the tear that leaked out of her eye despite her anger.
The bailiff called the room to order. Everyone moved to their seats. Ron was brought into the room. They could tell he'd been silenced. His ears were red and his body taut. He saw Harry and tried to scream. He jerked away from the two aurors holding his arms, with his wrists shackled before him. They pulled him back between them sharply. Ron scowled at the two somber faced aurors.
They forced Ron into a seat. They cast a charm to stick his bum to the seat and prevent him from getting up. Then, they unshackled his arms. Ron tried to turn and yell at Harry again. He was still silenced. Harry stared coldly back at the other boy.
The tribunal of three entered the room and sat at the front. Jean Claude had considered attending these meetings but he didn't want any possibility of people questioning Ron's guilt. This wasn't a vendetta from the minister, it was justice.
"All rise for Chief Tribunal Member Marchelie Joliet, and Associate Tribunal Members Jacques Marsh and Ambrosia Alfred," called the bailiff. Everyone shuffled to their feet as the justices entered the room.
"Please, be seated. We are here today to determine Ronald Bilius Weasley's responsibility for several attacks against minor children under the age of one year old," said the Tribunal leader.
Ron slammed his hands on the table and tried to bellow. Chief Tribunalist Joliet gave him a dirty look.
"You will have your opportunity to speak. Until then, I expect you to respect these proceedings," said Chief Tribunalist Joliet.
Ron looked outraged and upset but everyone else ignored him. They went through the rest of the procedural matters then turned to the representative for France.
"While Ronald Weasley is a minor child, he has acted with extreme prejudice against those in a less powerful position than himself. He has attacked two innocent babies not even six months old. He has also threatened a muggle with death. He is in this country illegally but I suggest we hold him until his sentence is served. If he is found responsible, then we suggest he be committed to the Rejuvenating Youth House until his 25th birthday with wand restriction to lessons and supervised use only."
Ron slammed his fists on the table. They could all tell he was trying to say, "Not fair." He pointed angrily at Harry. Harry looked coldly back.
"Lord Potter Black Gryffindor Slytherin Peverell is the parent of the aggrieved victims. I would like to call him, Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, Security Specialist Moody, and Lead Auror Wentz to speak of what they know of Mr. Weasley's conduct," said the representative for France.
"We will hear them speak," said the Head Tribunalist. Harry grit his teeth and tried not to get too angry while listening first to Lead Auror Wentz talk about what he found when he arrested Ron in Harry's enclave and then listened to Headmaster Dumbledore talk about why he expelled Ron. Moody got up and shared his memories of both events.
"Now, please let us hear from Lord Potter Black Slytherin Gryffindor Peverell," said the French representative. He thought it was a moot point. Ron Weasley was already convicted in the eyes of the tribunal.
Harry wasn't expecting to testify but as Ron gave him a look of hate, Harry stood and walked up to the interrogation seat.
"We have seen two vicious attacks upon your children, Lord Potter. Could you tell what you remember from each attack?" asked the representative.
Harry gave his memories and answered questions for a few minutes before Ron managed to break the silencing spell on himself.
"He's a cheat and a liar! You can't listen to him! I was set up!" said Ron.
"You were caught red handed in Lord Potter's enclave, were you not?" asked the French representative.
"I don't know how I got there. For all I know, Potter forced me!" said Ron, hotly.
"Lead Auror Wentz has already testified that you were not found to be under any mind control potions or spells," said the French representative.
"He's lying! Potter is a parselmouth! He probably put me under a dark spell," spat Ron.
Arthur shook his head at his son's attempts to shift responsibility for his own actions to someone else. Molly started to cry again.
"I'm willing to take veritaserum," said Harry, blandly.
"No!" said Ron, getting upset. "He can lie even with veritaserum."
"That will not be necessary, Lord Potter," said Head Tribunalist Joliet. "We have seen and heard enough to make our ruling."
Harry inclined his head and stood. He walked by Ron's table. The boy managed to break the hold the seat had on him. He dove at Harry and knocked the other boy to the ground. He punched Harry twice before Harry flipped them over and pinned the bigger boy to the ground. The aurors put Ron in a body bind, which he struggled to break.
"You'll get yours, Potter! And your little brats, too!" shouted Ron.
Harry didn't say a word. He just let the aurors drag Ron up to stand.
"We're ready to give our verdict," said Chief Tribunalist Joliet with a frown.
"Due to the violent nature of Ronald Bilius Weasley's attacks upon Lord Harry Black Potter Gryffindor Slytherin Peverell and upon Heir Jameson Potter and Heir Julius Black, we are granting the state's request to remand Mr. Weasley to the Rejuvenating Youth House until his 25th birthday. He will be bound to the grounds of the House until he completes 520 hours of community service and a minimum of 16 counseling sessions. Then, his case will be reevaluated for probationary status. He will pay restitution in the amount of 10,000G to the family of Lord Potter for the harassment they have suffered at his hands," said Associate Tribunalist Afred.
"What? You're blaming me? I didn't do anything!" cried Ron. He looked at Harry with hate. "This is all his fault!"
No one acknowledged his outburst.
"So reviewed, so determined," said Associate Tribunalist Marsh.
"You can't do this to me!" cried Ron. The aurors silenced him once more as the tribunal members stood and left the room.
Ron had to be literally floated out of the room after he tried to throw himself at Harry again. Harry had a swollen lip from Ron's earlier attack but he still grinned when Ron looked at him before he left the room for good.
Molly looked at Harry. "Are you alright?" she started fussing about Harry's injured face.
"I'm fine, Molly. It's just a little sting. I'll heal it as soon as we leave here," said Harry.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that," said Arthur.
Harry shook his head. "I just hope he learns and gets the help he needs," said Harry.
Molly gently cupped his face.
"You're a good boy, Harry," she said.
"Come on, Molly. We need to go see to it that he's properly processed," said Arthur.
"We'll see you at the wedding?" asked Harry.
Arthur smiled. "If not before," he agreed. Arthur ushered Molly from the room, following the path of their wayward son.
Dumbledore looked sadly where Ron had disappeared.
"We should move on to our next destination," said Dumbledore.
He ushered the group from the French Ministry and out into the streets of Paris. They hopped into the floo and were soon stepping out at Jean Claude and Julia's home. Harry was eager to go see his lads and his ladies.
Julia was waiting for them in the entrance hall, sitting with a book in a comfortable chair. She looked up when Harry stepped out of the floo.
"Fils!" she cried, reaching out for Harry. Harry let himself be hugged but he was looking over her shoulder for his ladies. Julia noticed. She smiled.
"They will be coming here as soon as you are reported as present," said Julia. She watched the rest of Harry's group come through the flames. She greeted them all and stuck her head back in the fire. A moment later, Harry saw the most beautiful sight in the world. His two ladies stepped out of the fire, each carrying one of Harry's baby boys.
"Dadadada!" chortled his boys, reaching for him. Harry rushed forward and put his arms around the ladies, squishing his lads between them. The boys giggled and Harry laughed to hear it. It was the most wonderful sound in the world.
Harry kissed Hermione and Gabrielle full on the mouth, no matter who was watching. He pulled back and lifted the babies into his arms. They snuggled in and grabbed Harry's robes. Harry kissed the tops of their heads and breathed a sigh of relief.
He looked up and saw Dan and Emma grinning at him. Sirius came into the room with Reggie. Remus was off at his own house with Tonks.
"Thank you, all of you, for keeping my family safe," said Harry gratefully.
"We wouldn't have it any other way, pup," said Sirius.
"The pleasure was ours, son," said Julia, as she smiled at the young man holding his baby sons.
Harry cuddled the babies while the girls stayed close to his side. Harry looked up with tears in his eyes. "I don't want to leave you all again."
"Let's not worry about that now, Harry," said Hermione.
"Please, mon amour, that is a problem for tomorrow. Today is a special day to be celebrated," said the blushing Gabrielle. Harry's face instantly turned bright red. He glanced at his ladies and gave them a look of promise and desire then looked at everyone else and choked.
Bill and Sirius laughed. Everyone else grinned knowingly.
"Let us relax today. Tomorrow, Nicholas and Perenell will join us for lunch, with plans to begin the ritual in the afternoon in the hour of Venus," said a sparkly eyed Julia.
"Then, we have time," said Harry, relaxing finally now that he was safe with his family.
Harry didn't waste a moment of his evening. He spent almost the entire time with his boys, Hermione, and Gabrielle. The only time he left their company all day was for the hour his lads were taking their nap. Harry returned from spending that hour with Bill and refused to speak of what they did but his face was both red and hungry looking for the rest of the night.
The next morning dawned with Harry cuddling between Hermione and Gabrielle. He sighed in contentment and relaxed into the gentle, possessive touch of his girls.
Harry couldn't help but think of the Troi Amants Purifier ritual that would take place today. His mind went back to the loving session he had with his girls the night before. They moved together like music. They were all beyond ready for the ritual to take place. Harry gave a deep shuddering breath. Today, Harry would fight for his life.
Gabrielle woke first. She stretched against Harry's back as his thoughts whirled in his mind. Gabrielle noticed his tense state. She curled into his strong back and sighed. She kissed his clavicles and felt him relax. She smiled against his back and moved up to kiss his neck.
Hermione felt the change in the atmosphere of the room. Her dreams turned from innocent to erotic as Gabrielle's allure leaked out for the first time. Hermione moaned in her sleep as Harry moaned, feeling that amazing kundalini for the first time.
Hermione couldn't help herself. She reached down and touched herself. Gabrielle and Harry started chanting on instinct. They watched as Hermione slowly woke while she pleasured herself. Gabrielle reached down to do the same to herself and to Harry at the same time. The sight of Hermione's naked body under the thin acromantula silk sheets, writhing slowly as the slick sound of her intimate touch filled the room.
They moaned one at a time in a never ending round, the chanting continuing even as the symphony of whimpers and moans increased.
Hermione's eyes opened completely as she orgasmed. Harry and Gabrielle followed like a cascade of dice, reaching the pinnacle in a close race with one another.
Hermione sat up and kissed first Harry and then Gabrielle as she let the languid feeling of early morning orgasm flow through her. She shivered in anticipation of the ritual today as she watched Harry and Gabrielle kiss one another gently.
"Bonjour mes anges," said Harry in a sexy rumble. The girls giggled to hear him speak the French language. He'd been trying to learn but he would only practice when he was alone with his ladies.
"Today," answered Gabrielle in a husky promise. They all shivered as one.
"Your allure, Gabrielle, I felt it," said Hermione in awe.
Gabrielle blinked. "It rose? I did not feel it," said the surprised girl.
"I felt it," said Hermione and Harry together in a needy tone.
Gabrielle looked self conscious.
Hermione took her hand after Harry pulled her on top of him. Gabrielle squealed at the sudden movement. Hermione pushed Gabrielle's hair behind her ear.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, ma cherie. It felt amazing," purred Hermione.
Harry sat in thought. "I don't feel it now," he said.
Hermione blinked. She paid attention. "I don't feel it either."
Gabrielle smiled in relief. "I think if the fire rose within me, it burned itself to flame and now just simmers inside me. I hope it stays that way," said the sweet young woman.
Harry tickled her. She giggled and squirmed on top of him until Hermione reached over to tickle Harry. He laughed and turned his attack on her as well. They rolled around, laughing and teasing one another for a few minutes more before they stood and went to the loo to get ready for the day.
The three young people who were in love walked into the breakfast room with joy in their hearts. They didn't realize it but they were literally glowing with love. It raised the spirits of everyone that saw it.
Dumbledore was waiting at the end of the table. "You're ready, my boy," said the old man confidently. He could tell. Harry would succeed.
Harry looked at Dumbledore seriously. "If I don't, don't let me leave that bed."
Dumbledore studied Harry's eyes. He nodded solemnly.
"I will avenge you, if it comes to that," said Dumbledore. Harry could barely hear him over the sound of everyone else confidently assuring Harry that he would win. Harry nodded at the old man. He knew Dumbledore meant it.
Harry could barely eat. He was gearing up for battle. His lads appeared, awake and happy. Harry smiled and looked at his precious boys. They drooled back adorable mischievous smiles. Harry couldn't help but feel his determination grow to scary proportions. No matter what it took, Harry would win.
Harry had something special for his lads today, too. The almost seven month old boys were becoming pros at sitting up unaided. Harry meant to test their skills today.
"Let's go outside," said Harry when everyone else was finished eating. "I've got a present for my lads."
Everyone was curious about what gifts the father might have for his sons. They all went outside. Emma had the feeling something precious was about to happen. She grabbed her new magical camera and went outdoors.
Harry sat his boys on the grass on a blanket and sat a long, slim package before each of them. Sirius grinned. He had a feeling he knew what was in those boxes.
"Go on, now. You remember how to open presents?" asked Harry, indulgently. Hermione and Gabrielle got down and helped each boy open their package while Harry crouched, ready to help his lads take their first ride.
The boys shrieked with joy as they tore off pieces of the wrapping paper and flapped the ribbons around, chewing on them before Hermione and Gabrielle gently took them away.
Harry helped lift the lid off of each tiny broom box. The second he lifted the lid off, the brooms rose out of the box, hoovering at around knee height. The boys gasped and went wide eyed. They reached out as one and took the small brooms in hand.
Harry smiled. "That's my boys. Now, who wants to go for a ride?"
"Dadadadada!" cried the boys excitedly. Harry laughed and picked them both up at once and sat them carefully on the brooms. Hermione and Gabrielle held onto their little brooms to make sure they wouldn't move at an inopportune time.
Harry waited for his lads to grab the handle before he carefully let go. They wobbled for a second before they leveled out. Harry scooted back a bit.
"Come to da," he said, with a wide grin on his face. The boys scooted forward slowly. They laughed uproariously as they flew towards their father.
Everyone cheered for the little boys. They looked at one another with mischievous little toothless grins and made their way back to Hermione and Gabrielle. After a few minutes, they were puttering all over the yard, happy baby yells and adult laughter echoing around the courtyard.
Harry spent all morning with his boys. The lads loved their brooms and wanted to putter around on them everywhere they went. Harry decided to take them for a real fly. He put them in a baby carrier on his chest and his back and took to the skies. His lads were ecstatic with the sedate show.
Harry took hungry, happy boys in to eat when they started signing the words for hungry and thirsty.
They were yawning by the time their pudding came around. They still ate the healthy mango sorbet with relish. Harry cleaned them up and went with Hermione and Gabrielle to tuck the boys in for their nap.
When they came back downstairs, the Flamels were waiting for them.
"Good afternoon," said Nicholas.
Everyone greeted him. Harry introduced Nicholas and Perenell to those who they had not met before. Then, he led everyone into the dining room for a nice long lunch.
When everyone was relaxing with after lunch tea, Nicholas said, "Your ritual room is ready?"
"I don't think I have a ritual room," said Harry, perplexed.
"You do. There used to be one in the dungeons but we had it cleansed and filled it. Who knows what dark crud is clinging to that place," said Sirius.
"We built a new ritual room in preparation for this day," said Remus. "It's in the attic. The natural light will help," said the man.
Harry looked unsure about that but he nodded in relief. "Thanks for thinking of that. It never crossed my mind."
"We are here to help you, son," said Jean Claude. He would be present for this attempt. He would give every resource he had into making sure Harry came out of this alive and well.
Harry looked so grateful it broke Jean Claude's heart.
"It's time," said Perenell.
"First, a ritual bath. Dress in these and only these when you return," said Nicholas. "Be back in 20 minutes. Bath separately and conserve your sexual energy."
The teens blushed but nodded. They left to go upstairs and take care of what was required. Bill was waiting for them when they returned.
"Everyone else went to help cleanse the room. Everyone except the Grangers and Julius and Jameson. They went back to the Delacour enclave with Julia and Neomie," said Bill.
Harry breathed a bit easier when he learned that. He wouldn't risk his sons. He would protect them, even if he had to protect them from himself.
They followed Bill to the ritual room in the attic. It was a huge, airy room. There were skylights above them and pure white marble walls, floor, and ceiling. In the center of the room was a beautiful circular bed covered in white silk. Harry swallowed hard to see it.
The room smelled of jasmine and incense smoke. The sound of resonantly ringing charms echoed around the small space.
"Please, immerse yourselves in the incense smoke then go sit on the bed facing one another in a triangle formation," said Perenell. She and Nicholas were wearing robes of pure gold. They glittered in the light.
"Good luck," said Sirius. He hugged Harry and walked out of the room. Everyone wished them well. Dumbledore stopped before them.
"We'll be outside," said the man. A sudden ball of flame appeared before them.
They both jumped. The vibrantly colored phoenix before them laughed and turned easily into a woman. "I come, as promised," said Nagini.
Harry gave her an askance look. She just smirked and winked. "Thanks?"
"My pleasure. May you succeed or I promise I will set you free," she said, in a deep voice.
Harry took a deep breath and nodded.
Dumbledore offered his arm to Nagini. She took and and let him lead her out into the antechamber. Harry's vassals and family members were waiting for him. Moody stood ready, as did Kingsley. They wouldn't let another Voldemort loose on the world.
The Flamels shut and locked the door. They had no intention of involving anyone else if this young man failed. They would stop him themselves if it came to that.
"Begin," said Perenell. Harry escorted his ladies over to the small cauldron leaking incense smoke into the room. They immersed themselves in the smoke then turned to walk over to the bed. Harry helped his ladies up on the bed.
"We will disillusion ourselves to make it easier for you to concentrate. Listen to our voices and let your love flow unbridled. We will chant with you while you work. Begin," said Nicholas. The Flamels faded from view but started the chant. Harry, Hermione and Gabrielle gazed gently into one another's eyes. They joined the chanting.
Harry reached forward and kissed first Hermione, then Gabrielle. The girls kissed as Harry watched. He felt his desire for them both begin to rise. They kissed again and again as their chanting voices became more needy. Harry reached forward and pulled Gabrielle's robes from her shoulders to pool under her on the bed. He gave her such a look of love that she felt her allure rise around them. Her allure was based on pure love. Harry and Hermione gasped.
Harry's hands shook as he reached forward and pulled Hermione's robes from her body. She looked proud and free before their gazes.
The girls reached forward and pulled Harry's robes from his body. They never missed a beat of their chant, their tone became loving and needy as they reached forward to kiss again.
Hermione moved behind Harry and kissed his neck as Gabrielle moved to kiss his chest. Harry pleaded with his girls as they teased him with mouth and hand.
Harry pulled his wand and silently cast the birth control spells that would last for the rest of their session. His voice spoke only the words of the chant as his magic reacted to his will.
The girls gasped at the feel of Harry's magic on them. He grinned and laid them both on their backs. He tapped his trusting partners with the tip of his wand and they whimpered as one, the feeling of a dozen hands running all over their bodies at once overwhelmed them.
Harry moved his mouth to their luscious breasts and beautiful rounded stomachs as their chants turned to prayers.
Harry let his tongue and hands slide over their skin for several tantalizing moments before he leaned back and touched his wand tip to each of them. This would stop them from orgasming until they were ready.
The girls groaned out the chant as the feeling of slickness slid between their thighs while Harry moved his mouth down to their stomachs and their thighs. Hermione and Gabrielle took hands and started to kiss. Harry chanted as he watched, his hands gently exploring the sacred place they opened to him as Hermione and Gabrielle tangled one leg together and spread the other like a dove taking flight.
Harry moaned out the chant as he touched them, their voices becoming desperate pleas as he pulled back and tapped the last spell he had for their amusement. A spell that took their most precious bud and kept it buzzing like an angry bee. His girls cried out in tortured ecstasy.
They looked at Harry with smoldering, desperate eyes. He felt the deep slick need at his fingertips. He pulled back, his own voice breathy and pleading. Hermione rose up and slid over behind Gabrielle. She gently put her lover's legs over her own. She cupped Gabrielle's breasts and kissed the girl from behind before they both turned back to Harry and looked at him. Ready for him to come and claim what was on offer.
Harry whimpered at the sight but didn't stop chanting. He went forward, his body sliding into place between Gabrielle's thighs. He looked deeply into her eyes and leaned forward. As gently as he was able, he took himself in hand and lined up with her ready passage.
He pushed in and they both groaned. Harry bit his lip and thrust forward, ripping the plaster off quickly, the way Bill had told him to do, hoping the slight pain would wear off fast. Gabrielle cried out in pain but also in pleasure. Hermione massaged her breasts and nuzzled her ear as Harry froze completely. He waited several agonizing seconds, his chanting voice strained.
Then, a miracle happened - Gabrielle moved.
Harry and Gabrielle both cried out. The flash of magic was brilliant and electric. Gabrielle's allure pulsed around them all as they fell into the drug of sex.
Harry moved gently at first but then with more vigor as Gabrielle's voice turned into a desperate plea.
She cried out as Harry recast the spell to stimulate the aching pinnacle of her mound. Harry couldn't breathe, the feelings coursing through him were overwhelming.
Finally, Gabrielle cried out, her orgasm caught in a tableau, on an edge that wouldn't end until she willed it. Instead of giving in, she whimpered desperately and rose up, pushing Harry back on the bed. Gabrielle turned, shaking in Hermione's arms. The two girls kissed desperately. Harry moaned and chanted as he watched.
Gabrielle pulled Hermione forward. She helped the girl straddle Harry. Hermione's entire world was caught on the look of love and lust in Harry's eyes. She felt Gabrielle line Harry up and Hermione did what was natural to her. She took control and sat down.
Harry cried out as Hermione moaned deeply in a strangely enticing mix of pain and pleasure. Gabrielle massaged Hermione's breasts and stroked her anching opening as Hermione relaxed and accepted the intrusion of Harry into her body. Harry looked strung taunt as a bow when he looked up into Hermione's eyes with concern and barely restrained animal lust.
Hermione let out a deep groan and started to slide forward and back, minutely. She felt the pleasure overtake the pain and let herself go. She rode Harry like he was a stallion and she had to make the border by sunrise.
Gabrielle saw Hermione's orgasm rise and felt her own desire overcome her. She moved to straddle Harry's face. Harry moaned his approval of this idea as the girls leaned together to start to kiss.
They moved together, rising, falling, and chanting as one. The triangle they formed froze momentarily as orgasm took them all simultaneously. The wave broke over them like a tsumani of love, of lust, and of unbridled magic.
Light flashed around the room as they bonded in mind, body, magic, and soul. The feeling of love was so strong in the room, the scar on Harry's head broke open. Harry seized up as the evil spirit infecting him felt the unbearable flame of the divine, which burns at the center of all true acts of love, passion, and connection.
"Harry!" cried Hermione and Gabrielle, their voices still heavy with orgasm.
Harry screamed through gritted teeth, his nails cutting into his palms, his fists were clenched so hard.
Harry's eyes slammed shut and he thrashed.
Inside his mind, a war was taking place.
When Harry orgasmed, he felt a vision overtaking him. He cried out in joy and ecstasy as his mind cried out in horror and fear. Harry saw his lads being tortured by Voldemort.
Harry wanted to jump up and run away but he was trapped in his own mind. He felt the pull of fear, anger, and pure unadulterated violence that the vision made Harry feel. Harry wanted to kill whoever was hurting his babies.
Voldemort's cold voice laughed. "You're so weak. You'll never save them," said the evil man with red eyes.
Harry looked up at the bastard and prepared to jump when he noticed something. His boys were screaming but they weren't crying. Harry couldn't tell where they were but it looked like they were somewhere in Paris. Harry knew for a fact his boys weren't in Paris.
Harry stood slowly. He realized the truth. "This isn't real," he said.
Voldemort smirked dangerously and cast the killing curse on one of the baby boys. He lay still, his eyes unmoving. Harry flinched but he grit his teeth and remembered where he'd been before this vision began.
He was in his own house, completing the Trois Amanda Purifier ritual. "This is a trick. You're in my head but I'm going to throw you OUT!" Harry screamed.
Voldemort laughed cruelly. He stopped torturing the babies and they disappeared.
"You're weak and pathetic, Potter. You can't even protect your own children. You're right. This isn't happening now. It's my memory. They're both already dead," said the evil wizard.
Harry growled. He felt a deep need to flee, to run, to give in to fear or hatred but Harry just shook his head and shook himself out of it. He had a flash of a vision of Dumbledore, Bill, Remus, Regulus, Moody, and Nagini all sitting in a room together, chanting and channeling their power towards Harry.
"You'll never escape me. You are mine," hissed Voldemort.
Harry laughed scornfully. "I'll never be yours. I will destroy you, even if it means destroying myself," said Harry.
"So be it," said Voldemort. He held his hands up and pulled hard. Harry screamed on the bed in the ritual room. He spasmed violently. Gabrielle and Hermione were crying and holding him down.
"Tell him you love him. Call him back to love," commanded Nicholas. The girls started crying out their love for Harry.
Harry heard the faint sound of his ladies crying out his name. He rose from his knees, which he'd fallen to without realizing it. He forced his own hands up and pushed with all his might towards Voldemort.
"Get out!" screamed Harry. Voldemort looked like he was slammed with a lory. He flew backwards and bashed into nothing. When he rose up, he wasn't a formed man, but a red, angry spirit. The spirit hissed and flew at Harry. It crashed into the young man, knocking him back off his feet hard.
Harry gasped and his eyes opened in the ritual room. They were blood red and slitted.
"He's failed!" said Perenell.
"NO!" shouted Harry. He pushed with all his magic and something ripped itself from his scar. Harry fainted on the bed.
Nicholas and Perenell jumped forward, shooting powerful banishing spells at the now screeching spirit. The vile spirit burst into shards of smoke and light when it flew out the window into the full sunshine.
The girls were sobbing over a dead-looking Harry. Nicholas and Pernell rushed over. Perenell pulled the girls back. She conjured robes for them just as the door burst open and people poured in, looking ready to do business.
Harry was laying on the bed, unconscious with blood and black goop pouring out of his head.
"He needs a healer," said Perenell.
"He was victorious," said Nicholas.
Jean Claude relaxed. He leaned out the door and called for the healer that he had on standby, just in case.
The healer rushed into the room. The sobbing girls were pulled into their mother's arms as Harry was worked on frantically by the healer.
In just a few minutes, the group hurried to follow the healer as she floated Harry out of his home and off to the Sacred Heart Magical Ward for Healing and Recovery.