Disclaimer: One idea 'borrowed' from 'The Midnight Express.' (Movie not book)
The Great Escape
Bundled in thick wool to ward against the cold, one of Azkaban's few human guards pushed the slop bucket down the hall, delivering meals to the minimum security block's prisoners.
"Lunch time," the guard called out cheerfully. He opened a small slat in the cell door and readied a large helping of gruel. "Means I need your bowl, Potter." He fingered the chocolate frog in his pocket, it wasn't much but it would give the boy some relief from the dementors. "Potter, answer me if you can." Ignoring regulations, he opened the door to check on the prisoner, it was just a boy after all, a boy who never should have been incarcerated in the first place. "God no," he swore. Harry Potter was hanging from one of the pipes from a rope made of torn bed sheets. "MEDIC," he screamed. The guard rushed to the boy and frantically tried to lift up on his legs to get the pressure off his neck. "I NEED A MEDIC NOW," he yelled as loudly as he could.
It didn't take long for help to arrive, but by then it was too late. Harry Potter was dead.
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It all started in the summer before Harry's third year during his short stay in Diagon Alley when a flash of something odd in a shop window caught Harry's attention. Entering the store to get a closer look did little to satisfy his curiosity and in the end, he was forced to ask the shopkeeper what it was.
"What's this?" Harry asked, waving at the odd box in the desplay.
"Muggle world survival kit," the shop keeper explained. "Has everything a wizard needs to survive among the muggles for a few days."
"What's in it?"
In response, the shopkeeper opened up the box to reveal several smaller boxes. "First we have identification, muggles don't go anywhere without it and it'll self transfigure into whatever you need it to be. Next we have one thousand pounds, one thousand dollars, and twenty five Sovereigns in the deluxe model. On the other half we have a key chain, supposed to be able to open any muggle lock. An English, muggle phrase book, and a guide to life in the muggle world."
"Wow," Harry said, more then a bit impressed. "How much is it?"
"Ten Galleons for the standard model, twenty five for the deluxe," the shopkeeper replied. "Overstocked 'em during the last war, means I can let them go for a steal. Deal like that you won't find too often and if you buy the deluxe and I'll throw in two dozen blank maps."
"What's a blank map?" Harry asked, fascinated by what he was hearing.
"Silk handkerchiefs, hold one and concentrate on what you need a map of and it'll print itself." The shopkeeper smiled, misinterpreting the confused look on the boy's face. "Wondering how they got around the fact that it's almost impossible to do any magic on silk?"
"Um." He made a mental note to ask Hermione later. "Yeah."
"They enchanted the dye, not the silk." The man leaned back. "So, do you want one? Always useful to be prepared for an emergency."
"Yeah," Harry agreed. Anything that might give him an edge if he had to escape Sirius Black and that was leaving aside the fact that the money in the kit was worth more then price.
"Standard or deluxe?"
"Two deluxe, please," he replied.
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The warden had a look of horror on his face as he joined the rapidly growing circle around the body of their most famous prisoner.
"Were there any indications that he was going to commit suicide?" He asked reluctantly, news of this was going to create a shit storm of epic proportions.
"Suicide hell," the Sergeant of the guard snorted, "look at his wrists." An indrawn breath told him that they'd spotted it. "What kind of prisoner ties his arms behind his back before he tops himself?"
"For that matter," one of the guards said sickly. "What kind removes the ropes from his wrists afterwards?"
Azkaban's Healer cast a couple of diagnostic charms. "Looks like someone softened him up before hand." He reached down and turned over the boy's hand, revealing bruised knuckles. "Didn't go without a fight."
"Get the Director here now," the warden ordered. "The island is locked down until she gets here. No one leaves and no communication."
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As the chocolate in his mouth dissolved, Harry made a mental note to add the substance to his rapidly expanding emergency kit. He took another bite, better make that a lot of chocolate.
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Amelia ignored the sounds of the rookie Auror vomiting as she stooped down to examine the crime scene.
"Poor boy never should have been here in the first place," she sighed. "Dumbledore and his bloody games." She straightened out. "Well?"
"Faint portkey traces on the shoreline outside the wards," one of her underlings replied. "Having trouble with a trace."
"Why?"
"Looks like who ever it was tried to obscure the trail by activating dozens of portkeys at the same time," the man reported. "We're still trying to work out the tangle."
"I want to know as soon as you find something." She turned to the warden. "How in the hell did you let this happen?"
"Shouldn't be possible," he replied. "Not without inside help."
"And that means you and the entire guard force needs to be investigated," Amelia grumbled. "Wonderful."
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Harry reached into his pocket for his emergency kit, intent on giving it to his godfather knowing how valuable it could be to a man on the run and came up with nothing. It was sitting in his trunk. Harry learned a valuable lesson that night, the best survival kit in the world is useless unless you have it when you need it.
Another thought rocked the boy's world as his godfather made his escape, if Sirius Black, his godfather could be thrown into Azkaban without a trial then it could happen to anyone. He needed to find out everything he could about the prison and he needed to make plans on how to escape.
As it happened, Azkaban was almost pathetically easy to get information on since the Ministry was happy to send anyone that asked free copies of the blueprints along with a map of the island. Hermione was right, Wizards really did have no common sense, assuming everything they'd sent him was accurate of course.
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Amelia frowned as she considered the information she'd been given. They'd finally managed to trace most of the portkeys. Two locations seemed to stand out, Hogwarts and the Malfoy ancestral home. It'd be nice to have a bit more information before launching a raid and showing her hand, but she'd worked with less in the past. She put out the alert to get the tactical team together, this wasn't the time to take any chances.
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Harry wasn't feeling so great. His godfather was on the run, he'd been entered into the Triwizard tournament, and it was a massive pain in the ass it was to carry his emergency kit every day. Speaking of that damned kit, he was currently in Hogsmeade searching for more items that would help him get out of trouble in the future.
"What are these?" Harry asked.
"High security locks," the locksmith replied. "Same as they use in Gringotts and Azkaban. Cold forged iron so they're unaffected by magic."
"Magic doesn't affect iron?" Harry asked curiously.
"Steel is tough to enchant, Iron is almost impossible. No magic will get through these, least none ever has in the past."
"What do you do if you loose a key?" Harry asked.
"If you do, then you come to me and I use a set of these." He pulled a ring of keys out of his pocket. "These will open almost any lock used in England." The magical section anyway.
"Could . . . could I get a set?" Harry asked nervously.
"What do ya want skeleton keys for?" The Locksmith asked suspiciously.
"For the triwizard," Harry explained. "If they're going to force me into it then I'm going to do my best to win."
"Guess it wouldn't hurt then," the man agreed. "Need anything else?"
Harry had a sudden flash of inspiration. "Would magic be able to detect anything in a box made out of iron?"
"Shouldn't be able to, why?"
"Could I get a couple small ones made?" Might as well use the space in the toes of his oversized shoes.
"Got a few things you don't want the Professors to find, eh?" The Locksmith laughed. "I was the same way when I was in Hogwarts. We'll keep this between us then, 'eh."
"Thank you, sir."
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Amelia watched with a satisfied smile as the tactical team breached the wards around Malfoy Manor and stormed the house, emerging a few minutes later with the restrained and enraged Lucius Malfoy.
"You'll pay for this, Bones," he bellowed. "I'll see you broken for this."
"I have no doubt that the Minister will rush to your aid as soon as he finds out you've been arrested," Amelia agreed calmly. "One of the many reasons we're keeping this quiet." She caught a flash of shock on the man's face just before her men slid a sack over his head. "Search the whole bloody place, I don't want a stone left unturned."
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Useless, nothing he'd had with him had been of any use during the confrontation with Voldemort. Worse, he hadn't even remembered he was carrying any of it with him. Something I can use to defend myself if I don't have my wand, he thought to himself, and something I can use to run away. Seemed he needed to make another trip to Hogsmead before he got on the express.
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Amelia felt sick as she looked over the report of Lucius Malfoy's interrogation. The man had spilled everything, names, account numbers, and a laundry list of crimes. Chief among which was the aid he'd given to his good friend Severus in finding a receptive guard at Azkaban.
"I want Snape and Auror Hays in irons right now," she growled to her underlings.
"Snape wasn't at Hogwarts and Dumbledore won't say a word," her assistant reported nervously. "Hays seems to have dropped off the planet."
"Did I ask for excuses?" Amelia said sweetly. "Or did I ask for results?"
"Right away, Madame Bones."
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Harry took a deep calming breath before he walked up to the gaggle of Gryffindor girls that generally occupied the section of the Common Room directly opposite the fireplace.
"Uh . . . could one of you help me with something?" He asked nervously.
A torrent of giggles erupted from the girls. "What is it, Harry?" Lavender asked.
"Could one of you show me how to braid things?" He requested, sounding a touch more confident.
"Thinking of growing your hair out?" Another torrent of giggles erupted.
Harry held up roll of silk cord. "I was hoping to turn this into a belt," he explained.
Lavender drew her wand and sharply flicked it at Harry's hand. The boy watched in amazement as it unrolled itself. "Got a buckle?" The girl asked.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, pulling his newly made iron buckle out of his pocket.
The twisting cord wrapped around the buckle and wove into a belt. "Anything else?" Lavender asked.
"No, thank you for your help, Lavender."
"Happy to give it, Harry."
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Amelia frowned when someone opened the door to her office without knocking. Her frown deepened when she saw just who had decided to barge in.
"What the hell do you want?"
The Headmaster smiled. "I'm told you're looking for Severus and I thought that I'd drop by to clear up any misunderstandings."
"I am and I presume that you're the one that's hiding him from me?"
"I thought the deal I had with the Minister cleared up any lingering problems from Severus' misfortunate youth."
"Your deal with the Minister disgusted me," Amelia said flatly. "Still does for that matter, but that's not why I want the bastard."
"What, then?"
"Severus Snape is wanted for questioning regarding his role in the Murder of Harry James Potter," Amelia said flatly.
The old man's eyes bulged and his lungs emptied. "What?" Dumbledore asked sickly, looking like he'd just been kicked in the stomach.
"You heard me," Amelia growled. "And if I can prove that you're the one hiding him then I'll do everything in my power to see that you're kissed right after he is. Failing that I'll see that you spend the rest of your days rotting in Azkaban where you belong."
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Harry's spirits lifted when Dumbledore rushed into the court room. He knew that he wasn't going to need any of it, not the kits hidden in the toes in his boots or the dagger under his lapel, not the plans he'd made with Sirius, or the trunks he'd taken the time to cache. The Headmaster had arrived and everything was going to be alright.
"I propose a recess," Fudge said loudly. He looked down and caught the Headmaster eye, they had a deal to make.
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Dumbledore didn't say a word as the members of the Order filed into the room one by one. It hadn't been easy to get them to agree to come, but he wanted everyone to see this, to see his first step in making amends for his greatest folly.
"What's this meeting about?" Minerva asked coldly, after everyone had taken their seats.
"Bones told me what you did, Severus," Dumbledore said softly, ignoring the question. Snape's eyes widened in fear as he clawed for his wand, it wasn't half way out before Dumbledore's curse blasted him across the room. "Nymphadora," Dumbledore barked. "Please, take him to Madame Bones with my compliments and tell her that I shall be there to turn myself in shortly."
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An Auror holding each arm, Harry marched numbly down the corridor towards his new cell wondering where everything had gone wrong. Dumbledore had arrived to save the day but after his meeting with the Minister, the Headmaster wouldn't even meet Harry's eyes. The boy's entire world collapsed when the Minister had announced that a deal had been reached. Solitary confinement in Azkaban at the Queen's pleasure, minimum security away from the Dementors in light of the boy's age.
"We're here," the guard on the left said as they unlocked the cell door. "Try to keep your spirits up, kid."
"I'm sure you won't be here long," the other guard agreed, pressing a piece of chocolate into the boys hand. "Dementors don't come down here so it shouldn't be too bad."
"Just try to keep your spirits up," the first guard advised again as the cell door slid shut.
Harry collapsed on his bed and buried his face in his hands. How had everything come to this?
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Dumbledore allowed his gaze to sweep over the Order as he readied himself for the likely reaction to the news he was about to drop.
"I'm afraid that I wasn't successful," Dumbledore said gravely. "Harry has been sent to Azkaban."
"No," Molly moaned.
"All is not lost," Dumbledore said, his voice gaining a bit of warmth. "I've managed to get the Minister to agree to keep him in Minimum security and to grant a pardon on the first day of school in exchange for my promise to be silent in public regarding the return of Voldemort."
"Tell them the rest of it," Tonks demanded.
"I'm not sure what you mean, Nymphadora," Dumbledore said kindly.
"Tell them how you sold Harry out to protect Snape," Tonks growled.
"I'm not . . ." A look of shock appeared on the old man's face. "How did you find out?"
"I'm a bloody Auror," Tonks said. "It's my job to find out."
"You sent my godson to Azkaban to protect your pet Death Eater," Sirius roared.
"Harry will be out and back at Hogwarts in a couple weeks," Dumbledore said calmly. "And the deal I worked with the Minister ensures that he will stay in a private cell in the the Minimum security wing, away from the Dementors."
"Albus, how could you," Molly gasped.
"I did what I thought best," the Headmaster replied, ignoring the looks of horror that had appeared on most of the Order's faces. "One must learn to look at the big picture."
Snape frowned, a private cell in the minimum security section? He'd have to see if he couldn't get a few old friends to ensure that the boy got the full Azkaban experience.
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Amelia looked over the report she'd gotten from the interrogation of Severus Snape with a look of disgust on her face.
"What's this?" She demanded.
"The man's a potions master," her assistant said smoothly.
"I want everything he knows and I want it now," Amelia growled.
"I want your office and an easy life with no responsibilities," her assistant retorted.
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Harry looked up when the cell door banged open and he shivered at the look on the guard's face, the man looked just like his uncle Vernon.
"Got a message for you," the guard said cheerfully.
"What?" Harry asked nervously.
"Severus Snape says hello." The man punctuated his statement with a punch to the jaw and another to the nose. Every guard checked their wand at the beginning of their shift and the wards ensured that they they didn't bring a spare, meant he had to do things the hard way. He didn't mind. "Yoof," he gasped.
Harry drew back his leg and gave the guard another kick in the groin. Wizards, he though in disgust as the man fell to the ground. Take away their magic and they were useless. He gave the man several more boots to the ribs followed by a couple to the head to put the man out.
Harry looked down at the guard with a frown. This certainly complicated things, he thought to himself. On the other hand, a cold smile formed on his face, he did have a couple doses of Polyjuice and with them it wouldn't be too hard to turn the situation to his advantage.
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Nymphadora Tonks walked calmly past the guards and into the holding area. As a rookie Auror, she was forbidden from entering without being accompanied by her training officer and the guards should have stopped her. They hadn't for one simple reason, she was moving with a purpose and she looked like she belonged. She hadn't even bothered to change her appearance.
As she walked down the hall, her right hand slipped into her pocket and donned a pair of brass knuckles. Honor needed to be satisfied.
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'Auror Hays' didn't say a word as he stepped onto the ferry and the expression on his face didn't change as the boat pulled away from the shore. This was the sticky part, he thought to himself. If I can get through the next few minutes then I've got a chance to pull this off.
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Amelia looked up at the polite knock on the door which opened a few minutes later to show the face of her assistant.
"Snape talk?"
"Dumbledore's here," her assistant said. "Said he wanted to give himself up."
"I'll deal with this myself." She got up from her desk and walked into the bull room to find the supposed greatest wizard of the age sitting placidly on one of the spare chairs.
Dumbledore rose when he noticed her. "I won't cause any trouble and I'll tell you anything you wish to know."
"Come with me," she sighed. Didn't look like she was going to be able to charge the old bastard with anything after all. Several Aurors took up positions to cover their boss as she led the old wizard towards the holding area.
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'Auror Hays' sagged with relief when he saw that his cache was exactly where he'd left it. He stripped off the uniform and quickly got dressed. With one last look around to make sure he wasn't being observed, he activated his portkeys and disappeared.
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Their ears were immediately assaulted by the sounds of pained screams when they opened the door to the holding area.
"See what that is," Amelia ordered. The Aurors hesitated, not wanting to leave their boss alone with the prisoner. "Now," she barked. "Wait here," she growled at Dumbledore.
"Of course," the old wizard agreed.
"Aurors, to me," Amelia bellowed down the hall. She entered the holding area and cautiously moved towards the sounds of commotion. She wasn't surprised by what she found. In hindsight, she thought to herself, I really should have expected something like this to happen.
"Let me kill the bastard," Tonks screamed. There were three burly Aurors straining to hold her down. "He deserves it for what he did to Harry."
Another two stood watch over the bloodied form of Severus Snape.
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Sirius was sitting at a bar in Surrey fighting hard to resist the urge to take another look at the clock. This was the third night he'd started his vigil and the fifth location he'd chosen to keep watch over the park that Harry said he'd go to. He glanced up at the clock again. It was only the promise he'd made to his godson that prevented him from rushing out to do something stupid. Only the fact that he'd failed the boy in the past that gave him the determination to succeed this time.
There, Sirius' eyes widened in shock. A slow smile formed on his face, looked like the boy had pulled it off after all and it looked like they were off to start a new life somewhere that didn't have extradition treaties.
AN: Thanks go to Ed Beccerra, Chris Hill, chochoko83, Alex, and Brad Coleman, and everyone else I might of missed for their aid in designing the Escape kit. Typos busted by Ubereng, Tommy King , rhianona, and laros_deejay. More thanks goes to Troy Guffey
Mini Omake
Tonks didn't say a word as the Director of Magical Law Enforcement berated her until the woman paused to take a breath.
"I'll plead guilty to anything, go to Azkaban, get the kiss, whatever." Tonks gave a disinterested shrug. "I just have one condition, I want you to let me have the same cell as Snape."
Mini-omake by Troy Guffey
Harry pulled out the kit, and opened it up.
He was extremely confused, those were not the items he had packed!
The first item appeared to be a miniature picnic basket. He accidentally tapped it a couple of times, and it suddenly grew to a full-sized version. He opened the lid. A tin of something called caviar, a sealed package of muggle crackers, strawberries? A bottle of champagne, and two champagne glasses.. A large blanket. Bottle of chocolate syrup, and a carton of ice cream, but oddly, no bowls.
There was a magical music box with half a dozen records by someone named "Barry White".
A miniature bed, which he carefully avoided tapping. A miniature shiny ball with mirror fragments all over it. A reel of strong silk ribbon.
Then he realized. This was *Sirius's* kit! They must have accidentally swapped.
The final two items REALLY confused him: What were "Trojans" and "Astroglide"?
Omake for "Odd Ideas", chapter 100 by nachoman1_mx
"So, how did it go, Parvati?"
"We go all the way! In three hours, in the DA room!"
"Good! The Monojuice potion's ready too: just needs our hairs and we are good to go!"
"Great!" Parvati replied, as they both pulled a hair from their own heads and added them to the noxious-smelling cauldron. Then they watched how the potion shifted from a purplish tar into something that looked like milk chocolate and smelled of spices. "So, it's good for 12 hours, right?"
"Right." Padma said, as she spooned the potion into a box-full of single-dose phials and her sister corked them. "We can spend all night with him, then take another dose before going to sleep so we last enough to find a nice way of waking him up, and separate in time for lunch on Sunday."
"So, you do the honors, Pad?" Parvati asked, corking the last phial and closing the box. The cauldron still had a full dose. "You came up with the potion and almost made it by yourself."
"Next time, sis: Harry's technically your boyfriend."
"If you so insist." Parvati said, bringing the spoon to her lips and drinking. She then gripped the spoon before swallowing, swallowed, and watched how her sister seemed to disappear. Then she felt a full body crash and felt, for no better expression, full to the brim. She gripped the table, not sure on her feet.
"Okay in here? How it felt?" She whispered, feeling unable to take but shallow breaths.
"I'm okay." Her own mouth croaked out. "Felt like side-along apparition with Mum, but I still feel compressed."
"And I feel like I'm about to burst. Ready for the stretches, like the book said?"
"Right."
They did a few stretches until they felt a sudden full body jolt, and suddenly Parvati didn't feel this weird fullness anymore. Felt much lighter too, and began hopping around the room. Out of her command, her arms began pumping up in turn with the jumps, her legs began to make a real effort, and soon they were hopping higher than the tables. Then she added her efforts to Padma's, and they were grazing the roof without sweating for it. Then, as they wound down, Padma began to give a commentary.
"Our added strengths, stamina and magical power, at no loss of speed or flexibility. We should also have a higher pain threshold and be somewhat spell-resistant."
"Harry won't know what hit him." Their grin was somewhat less than innocent as they picked up their stuff and cleared the room.
Three hours later, following their Mum's old words to build expectation, they arrived 10 minutes fashionably late. They were blushing a storm, wearing an odalisque outfit underneath their cloak. They found the room turned into their dream of coziness: a large stone room with a single overstuffed armchair in front of a small fireplace, a large and luxurious four-poster bed, and cold air drifting in through the cracks of the windows. A perfect room for sharing body heat with their cuddle-boy!
But drat; the odalisque outfit had never been part of such fantasies. More like a button-down flannel nightshirt. But wait: there's one such laying on the bed. Yay!
After closing the door and seeing Harry shivering in front of the fireplace, their first impulse was to run to him, jam themselves down into the armchair and pull him into their cloak. He eagerly latched onto their warm skin and quickly migrated to being below them inside the cloak. Then, while he still fought to stop shivering from the coldness of the room, a chilly draft got their ankles and made them pull up their legs inside the cloak, curling up on his lap. As soon as he stopped shivering and just holding them for warmth, his hands timidly began to explore. Feeling this, they shifted on his lap and ended in a lotus position with their back on his chest, threw their head back over his shoulder and began guiding him hands over their body. He let their hands guide him, but he was still too timid to allow his hands to roam too high on their calves or front. With a contended sigh, they guided his hands around their midsection and allowed him to process it a bit. Not that they weren't blushing a storm, but having drunk a boldness potion kept them from stumbling too much. And he was indeed lost, as he showed with his next words.
"Eh, what are you wearing, Vati?"
They let out a little giggle before replying. "An outfit my Mum gave Pad and me for this day, whenever it came. My great grand father bought it in an Arab Emirate, and gave it to my great grand mother as a
wedding night present. Ever since, the last four generations of women in my family have lost their virginity while wearing this." They felt how his cheeks inflamed in a blush on their neck.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I wanted to speak to you about that. You know I know you and your sister are taking turns to date me, don't you?"
"Yes" they said, nodding, even though it actually was news to them. "So, what gave us out?"
"You too are great at acting like each other, but it was suspicious enough that you would be walking on my left, then find a minute for yourself and return to walk on my right. But still, I didn't know for sure until our first kiss. First we kissed clumsily and shyly, then we were snogging with delight, then you went to the bathroom and came back all shy and clumsy again." Now being capable of watching both parts of the memory, the twins cringed: in retrospect, Parvati's acting had been stiff.
"So, you're angry at us?"
"Not at all, but I do want to talk with the two of you, simultaneously, before we take this step."
They nodded as they pulled his arms tighter around their body, but inwardly they cringed: 'Nine hours before the potion wears off, right?' 'Six AM. We'll finish the day as virgins.' 'Bugger!' 'Actually getting buggered would be good thing right now.' 'Don't make me think, Pad!' 'But we are showing him the potion then.' 'That's a given: this will already be the longest night in our lives.' Outward, they rose and turned, once again curling up on his lap. With their arms around him and glancing up to his face, they continued.
"You don't know how sweet you are, Harry. You just don't know how lucky we are to have you as a boyfriend."
He looked down, looking mortified. "I'm actually a horrible boyfriend. We've been dating for almost two years now, and I still can't tell the two of you apart."
The girls actually giggled at his distress, before rising and giving him a quick kiss on his befuddled face. "Our grandmother and grand-aunt have lived like that their entire lives: grandpa had completely given up on telling them apart by their fifth anniversary, and Mum can't even tell which is her mother and which is her aunt."
"So I better get used to not telling you apart?"
"Call us Pavana if you aren't sure." He had a good chuckle at that. "And, Harry?"
"Yes, Pavana?"
"My sister's supposed to take over at six AM, and I guess we should have our talk then. Even if we don't do anything, could we move over to the bed and cuddle there?"
"Whatever my dearest wants."
They hadn't exactly cuddled: after he dropped down to his trunks and they had shrugged off the Seven Veils in favour to the nightshirt and some cotton panties, they got together under the comforter and holding each other quickly turned into petting, then rubbing their bodies together, and finally them rolling on top of him, straddling his waist and looping their arms around his back, while he also looped his arms around their back and began to dry-hump them. That was an hour ago, their night shirt had long since scooted up, they were still holding tight to him, and he continued to softly rub his trunks right onto their panties. And they couldn't move; wouldn't move: whenever their waist moved at all, he would stop moving, become overcome with a full body shiver and his arms would press down their hips into his own raising waist. Then he would stay frozen like that for a few seconds, before he took a couple of ragged breaths and resumed his earlier routine. His current control was THAT thin.
'I've never felt so desired, or so respected.'
'And no doubt at all that he is the ultimate boyfriend: not a single selfish bone in his body!'
'So sweet and loyal that he won't even seal the deal until he knows neither of us will get jealous.'
'I would strangle him for getting us this hot and bothered.'
'Then I would have his babies.'
'Me too.'
Such a tense night did wonders to their relationship: after they popped apart at six AM, they woke up Harry and demonstrated him the potion. Five minutes later they were proposing to him, he said yes and, when a month later Dumbledore died, they joined the Golden Trio in the search for the Hallows.