This chapter was slightly delayed for one good reason. As of uploading (21/04/25) it is actually Leo's birthday! And this chapter especially felt like the perfect one to upload today of all days.

I will have to put a slight warning here, as there are scenes implying, though not actively depicting, sexual interaction. In the UK (minus Northern Ireland) the age of consent is currently 16, with Northern Ireland being 17. In 1997 when this chapter was set however, the age of consent for boys looks like it was 14 with girls still being 16. A strange law looking back, but in any case nothing implied here is illegal in the setting. If any form of sexual interaction between consenting 17 year olds makes you uncomfortable however, then please skip the couple of paragraphs either side of the scene break (you'll know it when you come to it).

I hope you all enjoy this extremely important chapter!

Some dialogue in this chapter is borrowed fromHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Chapter 8 – The Wedding

The grin on Leo's face evaporated almost immediately after he awoke on the morning of Bill and Fleur's wedding. Unbeknownst to him, the magically expanded bed had reverted back to its usual single frame, and he was also the only occupant of the room. Disappointed at the absence of Hermione, he hauled himself upright to drink some water and a brand new pain relieving potion he hadn't tried before. As he looked around the room again he saw his navy blue muggle style suit had been hung up neatly across the floor. Spotting some parchment attached, Leo slowly walked over towards it, smiling at the note from Hermione explaining that she'd chosen the tie especially for him to match his suit.

A few minutes later and he was mostly dressed, though found himself struggling in the mirror with the tie. Grateful for the knock at the door to distract him, Leo called out. "Come in." Before returning to his wrestle with the material.

It was Sirius, dressed in a fine hunter green muggle suit, a black bowtie to finish off. He stayed in the doorway for a moment, looking over at Leo with a sense of pride in his eyes. "What did I tell you…" He grinned. Sirius had been the one to say that muggle fashion was superior to the stuffy dress robes that wizards preferred, and Leo had to admit, he felt good in the suit. "Look at you." Sirius whispered proudly.

Leo shrugged however, more frustrated at that moment as he wrangled with the material meant to go around his neck. "I'm not done yet." He gestured the tie. "Bloody thing…"

"Here." Sirius said, stepping forwards and grabbing the material. "When James and Lily got married, we had to wear muggle styles, so we didn't give the extended Evans family a fright." He laughed at the memory as he began to tie the neck item. "Remus of course knew how to do everything perfectly, but James… he was useless. I meanwhile had spent enough time in the muggle world as a middle finger to my family to know some things about their fashion and how it's so much better." He had a grin, as he looped the material through itself and tightened it to finish off. "There." He took a step back and admired Leo from head to toe. "Hermione won't know what hit her."

Leo grinned, looking over in the mirror to check himself. "Maybe you do know what you're talking about."

Sirius barked a quick laugh. "Git. Here, take this." He offered Leo a handkerchief and showed him where to place it on his jacket pocket. "Trust me, you'll be grateful later." Leo shrugged and folded it neatly, returning to the mirror as Sirius joined him, though very quickly a sadness fell upon the elder man's face. "Your mum would have loved this." He said solemnly.

It was true. There had been a number of times where Mary had left Leo alone with his Grandfather as she ventured off to a coworkers wedding, happily singing love songs as she departed. Leo had often found it embarrassing at the time, though his Grandfather had kept him in line. "You're young now laddie, but when you hear those pipes playin', and watch up as the happy couple speak their vows, you'll believe that love can conquer anythin'." He whispered to himself more than anything.

Sirius however had heard that loud and clear, freezing in place for a moment, before Leo saw a brief smile appear on his lips. "Magnus." The elder man said. Nodding, Leo moved back over to the bed to start tying his shoes, leaving Sirius standing there. "I was going to propose." He whispered sadly, his hand moving to his pocket. "I even saved the ring… when that place burned down, I saved it."

Leo paused, his own emotions threatening to spill out as he thought on a memory that might have been, of leading his Mother down the aisle in the absence of his Grandfather, of his immediate family finally being whole... "She would have said yes." He said softly again, wondering if his dad remembered the same words being said to him weeks earlier. "And she wouldn't want you to be sad about her today of all days. She'd tell you…"

"She'd slap me on the arm and say 'it's Bill and Fleur's day; don't you go spoiling it for them.'" Sirius finished for him. He took a deep breath and nodded, more to himself than to anybody else. By the time he moved again, Leo had finished tying his shoes. "Are you ready?" Sirius asked.

"Are you?" Leo shot back. It took a moment more, but Sirius nodded again. "Come on then."

He walked to the doorway with more ease than he had since the Splinching, realising the pain potion must be working it's magic. "Do you need a hand?" Sirius asked from behind him, though as Leo reached the stairwell and took his first step with a wide grin, he shook his head, thinking about how it was a very good sign to start the day with.

It was around 3 o'clock when all of the guests started gathering outside in the large white marquee that had been erected in the orchard outside the Burrow. He and Sirius were stood behind Xenophilius Lovegood, the eccentric father of Luna, who was just explaining to Ron that Luna had been chatting with the Weasley's gnomes when the Ravenclaw skipped over towards them all.

"Hello Leo, Harry." She nodded back to Leo, and then to the slightly chubby red-headed muggle that Harry had Polyjuiced into so that he could be passed off as the Weasley's 'Cousin Barney'.

"Er… my name's Barney." Harry attempted to convince her about the subterfuge.

Luna, however, saw right through it, dreamily asking. "Oh, have you changed that too?"

"How did you…" Harry trailed away.

Luna shrugged. "Just your expression. Hello, Ronald. I like your robes." She looked up at the tall Weasley with a bright smile. Ron was wearing a set of bright green robes, a much more fitting outfit than the set that Leo remembered Ron had worn during the Yule Ball. Smiling brightly at the compliment, Ron thanked her before escorting the pair of Lovegood's to their seats and finally allowing Leo a good look at the marquee from the inside as he was at the front of the queue.

A purple carpet ran through the middle of the marquee as rows and rows of fragile looking golden chairs had been meticulously placed on either side of it. At the end of the Marquee a small stage had been set up with an enormous bunch of golden balloons hovering over the spot where Bill and Fleur would stand and exchange their vows. He spotted a handful of guests he vaguely knew, before finally a recognisable face waved over at him in Leta Scamander who was happily say chatting to an old man, Elphias Doge, Leo recalled from the Daily Prophet article about Professor Dumbledore's death.

"This way." Harry said, gesturing to Sirius and Leo, bringing him back to what he was actually doing. "Sirius, you're with Remus and Tonks over there." He pointed over to where the newlyweds were sat. "And Leo, you're with us here." He pointed to a grouping of chairs a in the second row where Hermione was already sat waiting patiently. She perked up immediately when she looked back and saw him, rising out of her seat and hurrying towards him. "Leo! Look at you!"

"Whatever potion you left was spot on, I feel great." He said, twirling in a circle to show off his suit and his improved movement. "But you… Merlin, Hermione, you look... beautiful barely scratches the surface."

She was wearing a slim fitting and modest knee length red dress, with sections of layered ruffles on the shoulders and around the waist with some added, flowy ruffles on the skirt cascading down towards the hem… and Leo doubted he had seen anything as stunning in his entire life as he found her in that moment. She blushed a deep pink. "Stop it." She said, unusually shyly, discreetly reaching out her hand to brush his.

"He is correct. You look vunderful." A deep voice sounded from behind Leo, who turned around and was shocked to see a familiar face.

"Viktor!" Hermione exclaimed, a wide smile on her face. "I didn't know you were… goodness, it's lovely to see you… how are you again?"

"Vell." Viktor Krum said, his accent still as thick as Leo remembered. "And how are you, Herm-own-ninny?"

Leo raised his eyebrows in amused surprise as he looked back towards Hermione, who was desperately trying to keep a straight face instead of inevitably slapping him playfully at his look. "I am well, thank you. Viktor, this is Leo." She gestured towards him. "Leo is actually a big fan of yours."

Grinning at her good effort to turn the tables back onto him, Leo tried to remain calm as he reached out his hand to shake the Bulgarian's. "I am. I was there at the World Cup Final, and your demolition of Luxembourg in the qualifiers this year was exceptional. If only you'd sign for Wigtown…"

The gruff look on Krum's face never faltered. "Perhaps one day. I vould like to play in England at one stage of my career."

"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked Krum brightly.

"Fleur invited me." He explained. "Ve still keep in touch after the Tournament." The room was filling up even more by that point and their conversation was being bumped around my people finding their seats, so Krum gave a polite nod to Leo before turning to Hermione. "I shall talk later." He bowed, before finding his own seat the other side of the purple carpet.

Leo quickly turned to Hermione with a grin. "Would you care to take your seat, Herm-own-ninny." He gestured, getting that smack on the arm that was all but guaranteed earlier.

"Prat." Hermione said with a grin. "He's gotten a lot better with his English, but my name… it's difficult."

Leo chuckled as he helped her retake her seat and looked around at the filling marquee. He recognised a few faces on the Bride's side from the Triwizard Tournament a few years earlier, but he was completely distracted by the sight of Fred helping Percy and a woman to their seat in the row in front. "Madame. This concludes your personal escort." The twin bowed exaggeratedly, before spotting Leo and Hermione and rushing over towards them, whispering excitedly. "Percy has a GIRLFRIEND!"

"He what?" Ron asked from behind them, a distinctly pleased look just making way for surprise on his face.

"A girlfriend." Fred repeated. "There I am, put out because apparently those Veela cousins prefer invalids…"

"Men with battle wounds." George retorted, having been listening in from nearby.

"I said what I said." Fred grinned at his twin. "Anyway, and then here comes Percy with an actual woman on his arm!"

Hermione frowned at the Twins. "He's had a girlfriend before… Penelope was really lovely." Leo placed his hand on her leg, running his thumb soothingly as he realised she was remembering being petrified with the former Ravenclaw Head Girl.

"And apparently… so is Audrey!" Fred exclaimed in a low whisper. "None of my embarrassment tactics worked! I called him Perfect Prefect… she simply agreed with his perfection and kissed him!"

Ron gagged and George coughed his surprise. "So it's real?" Ron asked. "He's not… you know…"

"Paid me?" The woman sat beside Percy turned around with a grin. "No, it's real." She then turned to Percy. "You were right babe; they really are quite loud." Leo burst out laughing at the multiple shades of red that the 4 Weasley brothers, Percy included, decided to turn to at that moment. "I've heard a lot about you all. Fred, George, Ronald." She nodded towards each of the Weasley brothers in turn, before pausing as she saw the newly arrived Harry. "And you must be…" She looked at Percy for guidance.

"Our cousin, Barney." Percy stated, lying with ease. "And these are Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Leo MacDonald."

"Pleasure." Audrey said, shaking their hands. "I'm sure we can get properly acquainted after the ceremony; it looks like it's about to start." She nodded behind them, and as all of their heads swivelled, sure enough Bill, Charlie and Mrs Weasley, already a blubbering wreck, were walking down the aisle towards them, and the crowd began to hush as music played from the balloons once Bill and Charlie were stood in position.

"Ooooh." Hermione cooed, and Leo wasn't sure if it was at the delicate, beautiful musical magic on display, or Fleur that had just rounded the corner and was now making her way up the aisle with her Father. Fleur's dress was very simple by her standards, but there seemed to be an unusual, silvery glow that emitted from the dress like wisps that enhanced the beauty of everyone around her, especially Ginny and Gabrielle, her bridesmaids.

The ceremony was shorter than Leo expected, but his Grandfather's words rang true as he couldn't keep the smile off of his face as Bill and Fleur made their vows hand in hand. He heard Hermione sniff and instantly knew that his Father had been right, swiping the handkerchief from his pocket and handing it over to her just in time, as the heaviest tears followed the officiant loudly and proudly calling out. "… then I declare you bonded for life!" He waved his wand high over the heads of both Bill and Fleur and Leo was amazed as a shower of silver stars fell gently over them before picking themselves up and beginning to spiral around the both of them signifying the union had been made. The golden balloons above then burst loudly as small birds and golden bells soared over the top of the gathered guests, illuminating the beautiful noise of the bond being formed. A round of applause was quickly drowned out by the officiant again. "Ladies and Gentlemen! If you would please stand up!"

Leo did as he was asked, offering his hand to Hermione to help her up just in time as the seats rose delicately into the air as the canvas walls of the marquee vanished. With bright golden poles appearing in their place to open up the room to a glorious view of the West Country countryside.

"Look!" Hermione patted him vigorously on the arm, and Leo turned back to look into the marquee again as molten gold began to spread from the centre of the now opened tent, forming a dance floor in the middle as the chairs that they had just been sat on grouped with some newly appeared tables, waiting for the tents occupants to move before they settled down into their places, and almost as quickly as the ceremony, the reception had started as romantic music began to blurt out from nowhere in particular, encouraging Bill and Fleur to the dancefloor for their first dance.

Once the Bride and Groom had listened to the applause from the gathered crowd for their first dance, they were the ones that gestured for the everyone else to step foot on the golden dancefloor. Charlie was the first on, dragging Mrs Weasley who was finally showing off a beaming smile, and Mr and Mrs Delacour quickly followed. Holding his hand out to Hermione, Leo pulled them both onto the dancefloor and settled into a slow rhythm, swaying to and fro to the music as he held her close, her head resting on his shoulder. He looked around at other guests that had entered the dancefloor, quickly spotting Percy and his girlfriend who looked extremely content in one another's arms. Fred and George had somehow managed to convince a pair of Fleur's Veela cousins to dance with them, making the girls laugh loudly as like with the Hogwarts School Anthem, danced to a different, bawdier tune than the music was playing. In the corner of the room he saw Ron and Harry in his disguise chatting with Sirius, and the main thing that sprung to mind was it all seemed so… normal.

But it wasn't normal, as Leo stared over at Harry and Ron he began to think. Tomorrow the pair along with Hermione would depart on their hunt for the remaining Horcruxes, and Leo would be stuck between home and The Burrow for the next month, hoping for any sliver of information that he would be able to find about Harry, Ron and Hermione. He sighed, leaning into her even more, praying that this night would never end.

Three or four songs passed, Leo had lost count after a while, and Hermione moved from her comfortable position to look up at him. Her eyes were slightly reddened and he could see that they had both been thinking the same thing and Hermione hadn't been able to hold the tears completely. "We'll be fine." He said softly, so that only she could hear. Hermione only nodded, but she went to leave the dancefloor then, dragging Leo's hand as she went. He began to eye up a particular glass of champagne when surprisingly, Hermione pulled him straight passed the bar table, and out of the tent altogether. "What are we…"

"Shh." Hermione said, her voice sounding determined. "Just follow me."

They walked for a while, passed the Burrow and the chicken coops, through the next field and into the local woods until they were in a secluded clearing, the glow of sunset barely breaking through the trees, and with no sounds but the light rustling of leaves in the summer breeze. "Hermione…" Leo began, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

"Let me finish first." She said, a tiny note of fear creeping out in her voice. "I know you were thinking it too. That tomorrow I'll be going, and we don't know when… or if… we'll see each other again." He was about to reassure her but she pressed firmer on his lips. "Please, Leo, let me talk." He nodded, and Hermione took a deep breath. "I have faith that we will both make it through this… but faith is never guaranteed and we both know how quickly things can change. So I want to remember tonight for the rest of my life. I want to be here, with you, completely."

Leo was taken aback, and he could see the intense vulnerability in her eyes as she stared up at him, almost pleading with him. "We will be together again." He insisted, moving her hand and gripping it tightly in his. "I don't want you to feel like you're rushing into this because of what we're about to do, Hermione. I love you, and I will carry on loving you no matter what."

"I'm not rushing." Hermione said, her hands reaching up to gently hold Leo's head. "I want this wholeheartedly. I want you… but tonight is the last night of normality. I don't know where I will be tomorrow, and I want to take this memory with me, I want to take you with me wherever I go. And I don't want to wait until later tonight… hoping that we can sneak around again. I want you, Leo."

No more words were needed after her declaration. At the sight of her eyes pleading up at him, Leo leaned down, capturing Hermione's lips in a kiss that held all of their unspoken desperation in that one act. The intensity of their need for one another poured into every movement as her hands slid down his back, her nails raking lightly as she anchored him in place. Their kiss was unlike any before, deeper and more urgent, as though they were trying to bridge every gap between them. Hermione gently pushed him backwards, guiding him down to lie on the soft grass, the fading colours of dusk painting the sky above. Once he was completely prone she stood over him, lowering to straddle him once again before crashing her lips to his once more, their breaths mingling as their connection deepened and their hands began to roam wilder, tugging at the few items of clothing that they needed to loosen. Every touch, every kiss spoke the words they couldn't, their bodies becoming the language of all they longed to express.

By the time they finally managed to calm themselves down from their throes of passion and managed to recover their breaths night had completely fallen, and from their secluded spot they both stared up at the stars, neither wanting to move from their spot in the clearing, desperate to remain in that moment forever. "You see that group of stars there." Hermione pointed up at a small cluster, one that Leo knew very well indeed. "Every time I look up and see the stars now I find myself gravitating towards those in particular. They're rather comforting, I find."

He chuckled, pulling her closer into his body with the arm that was wrapped around her shoulders and kissing her on the forehead. "Leo, the lion constellation." His Astronomy lessons during Hogwarts had come in handy as he recognised them immediately.

"Leo the Gryffindor." Hermione giggled, before her face relaxed and she grew serious again. "I think we'll be camping a lot this year, so I'm going to look up at those stars every night. That way, I'll know that you are with me wherever I go."

"I am always with you." He nodded, wincing at himself as his eyes caught sight of the time on his watch. "I don't want to move." He admitted.

Hermione shifted in his arms and looked over at his watch too, sighing when she saw it herself. "It's 20 to 10; people will be wondering where we've gotten to." They stayed deathly still for a few minutes longer, not saying a word to disturb the small bubble of peace that they had found, but eventually Hermione pushed herself to sit upright, hiking the hem of her dress back down into place to try and hide any evidence of what they had just shared with one another. "Where are my…" She began, before grinning at the sight of Leo's pocket, the memory of kicking her underwear towards him as she took them off returning to her in an instant. She paused, her face showing that she was having an idea that she would normally never dare entertain, though the thrill of the evening seemed to be getting to her. "I want them at some point."

Leo shrugged, smirking as their recent development had lowered any last boundary that they had had between one another. "At some point?" He raised an eyebrow daringly. Hermione just giggled and pushed herself to her feet, flattening her dress again and helping Leo up to his feet, grabbing her beaded bag as he tucked his shirt back into his trousers and tightened his belt. "We'll be heading to bed soon; you can get them back then." He teased, seeing the blush appear on her face, though one he knew to be excitement rather than embarrassment. Once he was redressed he took a deep breath as he stared around the clearing, their clearing now, he surmised, the memory of what they had just done imprinting itself forever. "How did you find this place?" He asked, taking her hand in his as they began the walk back towards The Burrow.

"It's still within the wards of The Burrow; Ginny's been coming here for ages apparently." Hermione explained, her free hand shifting her dress so that it wouldn't ride up. "She told me about it a few years ago. We had a pretty heavy conversation about Harry here, actually. She wanted him to notice her, so I gave her some advice."

"Well, that worked whatever it was." Leo said, allowing Hermione to swing their arms as the tent grew into view. They stopped as they neared the exit of the final field next to The Burrow, and Leo moved to face Hermione. "I love you." He repeated.

Hermione smiled up at him, bringing his face down for another kiss. "Come on." She said, dropping his hand as they returned back to the tent.

Despite their worry, they didn't seem to have been missed at all. Everybody was still dancing, drinking, and having a wonderful time by all accounts. They spotted Harry, still disguised, sat at a table with Ron's Great Aunt Muriel and so grabbed a couple of drinks and veered over towards him, only catching the end of her words. "…that's what I just said!"

"Barney." Hermione greeted cheerfully. "You promised me a dance!"

Harry looked up at her blankly, before blinking a few times and nodding. "Er… yes." He muttered. "Yeah I did. Thanks, Aunt Muriel…"

He was very eager to get away from her, Leo noticed, and so they quickly engineered their way to the drinks table, with Harry almost downing a glass of champagne. "What was that about?" Hermione asked.

"I have…" Harry gasped as he caught his breath after the drink. "So much to tell you…"

Whatever it was that Harry needed to say would have to wait however, as at that moment a silver lynx came falling through the canopy and hovered over the dance floor. The music stopped as everybody inside the tent froze, staring at the Patronus as it opened its mouth wide, and the slow, deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt sounded.

"The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming."

Leo immediately reached for his wand, looking around as panic started to set into the wedding guests. He tightened his grip on Hermione, who was frantically searching around for Ron, finally finding him as people began to Disapparate, scaring Leo even more as it told him that the wards had fallen. "RON!" Hermione called out, waving him over from his spot next to Luna and Xenophilius Lovegood. Ron came racing towards them, leaving Hermione just enough time to turn to Leo and force her lips upon his. It was a frantic kiss, the complete opposite of the many they had shared in the clearing, and Leo knew it. This one meant goodbye.

Once they parted, Hermione's eyes remained locked to his as she dropped his hand and grabbed hold of Harry. "I love you." She mouthed at Leo as Ron gripped her arm, and then in an instant both Harry and Ron seemed to contract towards Hermione's centre, and with a loud crack, they disappeared.

As soon as she had gone Leo's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the scene properly. There were far fewer guests now, but a number of people in black robes had the tent surrounded. Leo ducked under a colourful jet of light and fired a stunning spell back in the wielder's direction, desperately trying to find someone, anyone.

He managed to find a furious Ginny being dragged away by a worried Percy, who also had a terrified Audrey clinging to his arm. Rushing towards her he was forced to roll to the floor to avoid another curse, wincing as he slammed his chest on the ground, breaking through the numbing of the potion from earlier. Without a word of warning he was then forced upwards, his wand clattering to the ground as Leo rose off the ground, unable to move a muscle, spotting the one Death Eater that he was desperate to cross wands with walking over to him.

"I remember you…" He snarled, his high pitched voice grating on Leo's ears before he began to cackle. "How's mummy…"

"Remember this you bastard!" A loud voice came, and a crunching sound followed as Avery flew backwards to the floor, having just received a powerful fist belonging to Sirius Black directly to his nose.

"He's not here!" An even louder voice sounded, and one by one in clouds of black smoke, the Death Eaters fled into the skies and Leo dropped to the floor with a painful thud.

Almost instantly however he was hoisted onto his back by his Dad, who looked down at him with sheer panic. "Are you alright?" Sirius asked, frantic. "Did they hurt you, did they…"

"I'm fine." Leo wheezed. "Just… knocked the stuffing out of me." He hauled himself so he was sat upright, looking around as the once beautiful tent had been reduced to small fires burning and broken furniture everywhere. It was a mess.

Sirius helped him to his feet before pulling him into a tight embrace, which Leo was too tired to do anything but enjoy, melting into his Father as he worried on Hermione, hoping desperately that she got to safety.

"Leo." A small voice came from nearby, and he pulled away from Sirius to see Ginny, finally free of Percy. "Did he…"

"They got away before the Death Eaters got here." Leo confirmed, and Ginny's features melted into relief.

"I didn't get to say…" She wiped away a tear, a sight that Leo had very rarely seen. "We stayed apart today, knowing we'd have tomorrow…"

Sirius was the one to wrap an arm around her. "Come on, let's get you inside. I think you could all use a strong drink after that." Leo looked at him warningly, but Sirius shrugged. "I said you could, not me."

He was too tired and his chest too in pain to even argue, as a glass of Firewhisky sounded perfect right then, and he trudged slowly into The Burrow, letting Mrs Weasley fawn all over him once she had all but squeezed Ginny into a pulp through her hugs and forcing a large glass of the burning liquid down before making his way up the stairs to his bed. On the first floor, however, Crookshanks was sat down by the door to Ginny's room, analysing the scene in search for one person in particular.

"She's not here, Crooks." Leo said, his voice hoarse from everything that had happened that night. Crookshanks meowed sadly. "Aye, I miss her too." He muttered, kneeling down and letting the large ginger feline nuzzle at him, clearly smelling Hermione on him. "Come on." He nodded up to the next floor where he had been sleeping, with the cat quickly trotting up the stairs and pushing its way into Fred and George's room, jumping up onto the bed that Hermione had slept in the night before. It took a while for Leo to get himself ready for bed, but eventually he pulled the covers over him, moving a hand over to pet Crookshanks. "Looks like it's just you and me now." Leo added softly, before a thought came to him. Grabbing his mirror, he stared into it for a moment, grimacing at how tired he looked. Shaking his head, he spoke into the mirror. "Hermione Granger."

The mirror went dark and shadowy, but no hand came to grab it, nor were there any sound to indicate that she had realised he was trying to contact. Sighing, he shut the connection down and placed it back where it came from before turning to the circular window, the constellation of Leo clearly visible in the centre of the pane, shining bright in the nights sky.

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Lightningscar:

In the Half Blood Prince, Dumbledore says this:

"I think I know what the sixth Horcrux is. I wonder what you will say when I confess that I have been curious for a while about the behaviour of the snake, Nagini?"

So they have a good idea about the snake being one of them from then. Yeah, this is sort of the end of the 'fluffy romantic' part of the story that Half Blood Prince became a little bit but I have been enjoying writing the early teen romance. Yes, Leo did do very well but Voldemort was basically toying with him! I would even go so far to say that the only reason he's alive after that encounter, is because he's a Pure Blood… Ah right I understand, that would be absolutely terrifying! Thankfully that isn't happening however.

SkepticPrinceArthur: A somewhat good comparison and good judgement of how Leo and Neville are approaching things in the next few chapters! Yeah, there won't be much early success for the Trio because of the Locket already being destroyed, but their adventures are more interesting as a result of that! There's no mystery surrounding Fay here… she's just writing subtly in case the letter fell into the wrong hands.