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Friday, August 5, 2005
“They look like they’re having a great time,” Jamie said, watching enviously
from the window in the staff tower as the Giant Squid tossed the girls ten to
fifteen feet in the air and then permitted them to splash back down into the
lake before scooping them up and repeating the process.
“Why don’t you go join them, Jamie?” Hermione suggested. “It’s not like we have
that much packing to do.”
“I’d love to except I haven’t written to Alex today, and we pledged to owl each
other every day,” Jamie answered.
Jamie and Alex would be starting their seventh and final year at Hogwarts in
the autumn and had been best friends since their first year. Last year they had
finally acknowledged that the feelings they shared for each other went far
beyond friendship. Both Alex and Jamie planned to train as Aurors after they
completed Hogwarts and then, in due course marry.
When Jamie’s parents died during her fifth year, she had thought that life, as
she knew it, would come to a crashing halt. Jamie envisioned saying good-bye to
Hogwarts and having to seek some sort of menial employment in order to support herself
and her then ten-year-old sister, Emily.
Professor Granger, who had been a mentor to Jamie, refused to think about this
alternative. Since the girls had no living relatives, she and her fiancé, Harry
Potter, insisted on caring for Jamie as a sister and becoming guardians to
Emily. Harry and Hermione did this without hesitation despite Hermione having
previously adopted Caitlin, a then eleven-year-old girl who had been orphaned
and abused.
And so Harry Potter, now at the ripe old age of twenty-five and married for
only slightly over a year, finds himself the father of three children: Caitlin,
who would soon turn thirteen and start her third year at Hogwarts; Emily, now
twelve and entering her second year; and Benjamin, Hermione and Harry’s newborn
son, just over two months old.
“Harry, will we be able to Portkey all the way to Fort Lauderdale or will we
have to do it in phases because of the distance involved?” Jamie inquired as
Harry entered the room.
“That is the one advantage a Portkey has over Apparating,” he answered. “There
is no limit to the distance you can travel. Our group is rather large, however,
and so I’ve arranged for three Portkeys.”
“Three? Why so many? And what about Timmy and Ben?” Jamie inquired. “Timmy is
rather young to understand he must hold onto the Portkey and Ben, well he just
can’t.”
Timmy is the four-year-old son of Samantha Bowman, an American witch. Sam had
originally come to England searching for Timmy’s birth father but, after a year
of no leads, had given up and settled in Hogsmeade where she met and fell in
love with Ron Weasley, who suffers from lycanthropy. He had just been released
from Azkaban and, at the time, was working in a joke shop owned by his twin
brothers, Fred and George.
It was at Harry and Hermione’s wedding that Samantha and her son were initially
observed by Timmy’s birth father, none other than Draco Malfoy. Draco made a
legal attempt to gain custody of his son, but upon failing, begrudgingly
accepted the state of affairs and his current role in his son’s life.
“I secured three Portkeys mainly because of Ben and Timmy,” Harry explained.
“Traveling by Portkey can be rather rough treatment, especially with a large
number of people thrashing their limbs about. I propose that you girls use one
Portkey. That will allow Hermione and me to secure Ben between us and the
Weasley’s to do the same with Timmy.”
“But will all three Porkeys have the same coordinates?”
“Yes,” Harry said assuredly. “The only drawbacks are that we have to allow ten
minutes between departures, and that we will be arriving in an area that none
of us are familiar with. But I’m sure everything will go well.”
* * * * * *
“I’m tired,” Kim whimpered, “Can we get out of the water for a bit and take a
break?”
“I’m rather exhausted myself,” Caitlin agreed.
“You two are worse than two old ladies,” Emily complained, but she conceded and
headed for the shore. “I wish we could shrink Elmo and take him on holiday with
us,” she said glancing back at the Giant Squid.
“I’m sure that would go over spectacularly with the other ship passengers,”
Caitlin said sarcastically. “Somehow I don’t think they would take
kindheartedly to a giant squid in one of the ship’s swimming pools.”
“Nah! I guess not,” Emily said sadly. “I’m going to miss him though while we’re
away.”
“I’ve never been on a cruise ship before,” Kim said excitedly. “I’m so glad
your parents invited me to go along.”
“We are going to have a great time,” Emily commented enthusiastically. “I
understand that they have food available twenty-four hours a day and you can
eat as much as you like.”
“You’re starting to sound like Professor Weasley,” Caitlin observed. “I think
that’s the only reason he’s agreed to go.”
“Speaking of food; could any one else go for an ice cream cone?” Emily
suggested.
“That sounds good,” Kim said. “Do you know how to get down to the kitchens?
Will the elves give us a little?”
“I don’t think Emily is interested in asking the elves,” Caitlin said.
“Actually, I don’t think its even ice cream she truly wants, but rather the
clerk that serves it.”
Kim looked at both Emily and Caitlin questioningly, not understanding what
Caitlin was talking about. Kim, who was Emily’s best friend and dorm mate, had
gone home at the end of school to visit her mother, only returning yesterday in
order to go on the ten day holiday cruise with the Potters and Weasleys.
“When you shopped for your school items last fall in Diagon Alley, did you
happen to notice Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor?” Caitliked.ked.
“Oh yes!” Kim answered. “ My mum and I stopped there for a sundae after we
first met you at Madam Malkin’s.”
Meeting Kim at Madam Malkin’s had been the first of a succession of events that
changed Emily’s life. The final event was Emily asking the Sorting Hat to place
her in Slytherin House, instead of Gryffindor with Caitlin and her sister, so
that she could watch out for Kim.
“Mister Fortescue has opened a parlor in Hogsmeade and his son Roger is running
it,” Caitlin stated. “Emily seems to find him more attention grabbing than any
sundae on the menu.”
“He may not be a sundae,” Emily proclaimed, “but he is quite tempting.”
“May I remind you that he is also twenty and you are only twelve,” Caitlin said
shaking her head.
“No reason I can’t look,” Emily insisted. “Besides, I think he likes me.”
Kim gave Caitlin a questioning look, as if to ask if this was true. Caitlin
nodded her head in response. “He can’t take his eyes off her. It’s revolting.”
“So, who wants to walk into Hogsmeade for ice cream?” Emily asked hopefully.
“We’ll have to go back to the castle first and change and get money,” Kim said.
“I have enough money with me,” Emily said, “and the shop is right on the edge tow town; we can go as we are.”
“In just our bathing costumes?” Kim questioned, looking nervous. “Emily, yours
is practically nonexistent.”
Kim was wearing what would be considered a very reserved one-piece costume.
Caitlin had on a small bikini and Emily…. Emily’s swim costume was very
minimal. At a distance, she appeared to be nude.
“Actually, both Caitlin’s and my bathing costumes are non existent,” Emily
responded. “We are only wearing the concealment charm.”
Kim looked at her best friend in disbelief and then reached out and touched
her. Physical contact negated the charm and allowed her to see Emily in what
she was actually wearing, which was absolutely nothing.
“I should have known you guys wouldn’t actually wear swim costumes,” Kim said.
Then she stared at Emily. “Even micro-mini ones.”
Both Emily and Caitlin are naturalists and preferred to be unclothed whenever
possible. Jamie and Emily’s parents were nudists and they raised their
daughters in the naturists’ ways. Both girls feel extremely uncomfortable when
clothed and would much prefer to always be naked even if others about them are
clothed. They don’t see being unclothed as wicked or sexy, but rather as
natural and comfortable.
Jamie befriended Caitlin when she first started Hogwarts, and was the first
real friend and positive role model Caitlin had ever had. It was by accident
that the young girl discovered Jamie was a naturist. Caitlin was so impressed
by Jamie and her explanation of her lifestyle that she was tempted to try it.
She became an immediate convert.
“Okay!” Kim agreed. “I’ll walk into Hogsmeade with you, but only if we all
cover ourselves with our towels.”
Emily and Caitlin both raised their eyebrows in annoyance, but agreed to the
condition.
“Should we tell your parents?” Kim asked Emily. “They might become concerned when
they see we are gone.”
“We won’t be gone that long,” Emily said reassuringly. “Besides, if they miss
us, I’m sure they’ll guess where we are.”
“She’s been dragging me into Hogsmeade almost daily,” Caitlin complained
quietly to Kim as Emily walked away to get her towel. “Mum and Dad would have a
stroke if they knew the true reason why.”
“I can understand her having a crush on an older boy, but,” she looked
fretfully at Caitlin, “why would a twenty year old boy be interested in her?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not putting her down. Emily is very attractive, but
r alr all she is only twelve.”
Caitlin nodded her head in agreement. “I feel the same as you; it’s weird. Guys
that age shouldn’t be attracted to a little girl,” she declared. “But don’t try
telling Emily that. She’ll bite your head off.”
Once Emily had retrieved her money, the girls wrapped themselves in their
towels for the long walk.
Although the girls are best friends, they have uniquely different personalities
and attitudes. Caitlin and Emily both abhor clothing and prefer being nude,
even when in the company of clothed people. Caitlin accepts the fact that they
live in a textile world and nudity under certain circumstances is just not
acceptable. Emily, however, is and always has been an extremist when it comes
to nudity, sometimes pushing the limits of socially acceptable behavior. She
resents being forced to wear clothing and considers the term ‘private parts’
ridiculous. To her mindset, a bodrt irt is just a body part, and she shouldn’t
be forced to cover any of hers just because other people have dirty thoughts.
Kim is a most unenthusiastic nudist. In order to avoid lingering embarrassment
from a cruel prank on the Hogwarts Express in her first year, she had all her
cartoon-imprinted underclothes destroyed. This caused her dorm mates to
mistakenly assume that she, like Emily, was a nudist. She now uncomfortably
lives that lie. She has actually become at ease being naked with Caitlin, Emily
and their family. The cruise, on the other hand, will be her first experience
at public nudity, and she is exceedingly apprehensive.
Even the way the girls draped their towels about them was indicative of their
different feelings. Kim used the towel to its fullest extent, wrapping it
around her body just under the arms with it reachmid mid thigh. Caitlin wrapped
hers around her waist as a long skirt reaching near her ankles, but leaving her
tummy and bikini top exposed. Emily folded her towel several times and then
wore it as a short skirt. Her torso was bare except for two triangles of
material that barely covered anything. .
Kim looked briefly at Caitlin, but then stared blatantly at Emily. “I’m going
to be nude on this cruise for the next ten days,” she said entreating. “Can’t
you guys at least humor me by fully covering yourselves whilst we walk to
Hogsmeade?”
Caitlin and Emily exchanged aggravated glances, but then begrudgingly
repositioned their towels in a manner similar to Kim’s before they began
walking toward the path that led to the main gate and eventually to the all
wizard village of Hogsmeade.
“Its just not fair,” Emily complained as they approached the pair of
magnificent wrought iron gates that were flanked with stone columns, topped
with winged boars and guarded the entrance to Hogwarts. “What harm would befall
the world if we were allowed to stroll into Hogsmeade nude? I want the feel of
air and sunlight on my body, not a damp, clammy towel.” Emily looked like she
was about to shed the object of her frustration, but instead looked at Kim and
relented.
They had only gone a few hundred feet past the gate, when Caitlin came to a
sudden stop. “Did you feel that,” she cried nervously.
Kim looked at her questioningly. “Feel what?” she asked, a bewildered look on
her face. “I didn’t feel anything.”
“I did,” Emily piped up. “It felt as though something hot was trickling down my
back. Kim, remember when Professor Flitwick demonstrated the Disillusionment
Charm on us last Christmas, the charm that made us blend in with the
decorations. It felt exactly the same as when he lifted it.”
Kim nodded her head. “I remember the charm and the feeling it created when it
was applied and lifted, but I didn’t sense anything like that just now.”
“That’s exactly the sensation I had,” Caitlin agreed. “But what caused it and
why didn’t Kim feel it. I’d think it had something to do with the wards that
hide the castle from Muggle view, but I’ve never had that feeling before when
entering or leaving the grounds. Besides we’re all witches. Why would you and
me experience it and not Kim?”
The rest of the journey was occupied with questions and hypothesizing, but as
they approached the edge of the village, they agreed to table the discussion
until they returned to the castle. If anyone could give them an answer, it
would be Hermione.
“I can’t get over how fast they built that store,” Kim said, admiring the
colorful ice cream shop. “They hadn’t even started construction at the end of
the school year, and now in just over a month, it’s open.”
“It’s been open for three weeks,” Caitlin commented.
“Wizard contractors take some short cuts not available to Muggle builders,”
Emily added.
“Yeah!” Kim said. “One might call it magic!” They all chuckled.
It was nearing two o’clock as they entered the nearly empty shop, the lunch
hour rush having ended.
“Well, what have we here?” the clerk behind the counter asked. It was
undoubtedly a rare sight to have three towel-clad girls enter his
establishment. Although he had addressed all three girls, his eyes only inspected
Emily. “Did you girls just get out of the shower?”
“No silly,” said Emily dreamily. “We were swimming and had the urge for some
ice cream. This is my good friend Kim. She is going on holiday with Caitlin and
I.”
Roger gave Kim a smile of recognition, but quickly turned his attention back to
Emily. “I’d say Kim was extremely fortunate. I would really enjoy being on
vacation with you for a week.”
At this comment, Emily blushed, but Kim and Caitlin exchanged uneasy glances.
This smooth talking git might entrance Emily, but, although she didn’t know
why, Kim had taken an immediate dislike to Roger.
“I was hoping perhaps you had come to visit me,” Roger said suggestively. “But
since you prefer ice cream, what can I get you?”
Emily seemed content to stare at Roger; therefore, Kim decided to place her
order. “Could I have a small cone of chocolate, please?”
“I’ll have a small cone also,” said Caitlin, “but make mine vanilla, please.”
“And what about you, beautiful,” Roger said.
“Could I have one of those swirl mixes of both kinds?” Emily asked sweetly.
Roger purposely served Caitlin and Kim first. The girls sat down at one of the
many empty tables as Emily waited to be served and pay.
As Roger handed Emily her cone he got a mischievous grin on his face. “Do you
know what they say about people who get mixed ice cream?” Emily shook her head,
no. “They say they go both ways.”
Emily blushed a deep shade of red, but made no comment. Instead she asked, “How
much is the total bill?”
”That depends,” Rogaid aid devilishly. “Perhaps we could work out an agreement
that would be both easy on your pocket and easy on my eyes.”
“What do you mean?” Emily asked innocently, not understanding.
“I envisage you looking quite nice in your swim costume,” he said, licking his
lips. “If you drop the towel and model it for me; all three cones are on the
house.”
Emily licked her ice cream, both to prevent it running down the cone and to
give her time to think. Her bathing costume was rather skimpy and dropping her
towel and modeling seemed like a rather sexual thing to do. On the other hand,
she was a naturist. If the world were fair, she’d be happily standing here
completely nude at the present time. Besides, she’d sort of like Roger to see
her in her bathing costume and free ice cream in the bargain sounded like a
great deal.
Emily looked around the room. There were only six other patrons in the shop;
four pre-teen boys at a table near the rear and a young couple near the window.
This felt so weird. She had absolutely no qualms with the entire world seeing
her naked. She had even walked naked to the grocery when she was ten, yet
modeling a bathing costume in an ice cream store somehow seemed wrong.
“I’d really love to see how nice you look,” Roger said entreatingly.
Her decision was made. “Would you hold my ice cream?” she asked passing the
cone back to Roger. “Now don’t snicker. I’m only twelve and with a bit of luck
my figure will develop considerably more.”
“I’d never laugh at you, besides I think you have an excellent figure,” Roger
said.
“Okay, here goes,” Emily said, stepping back from the counter. She couldn’t
believe how nervous she was as she undid the towel and in order to avoid seeing
Roger’s expression stared anxiously up at the ceiling.
As she felt the towel brush her body on its way to the floor, she began turning
slowing, allowing Roger plenty of time to scrutinize her before finally looking
him in the eyes and saying, “Well, what do you think?”
Roger had dropped Emily’s ice cream on the floor. The young girl that was
sitting near the window had grabbed her spellbound boyfriend and dragged him
from the shop as the four young boys at the rear went wild. Caitlin and Kim,
who had been absorbed in conversation and paying little attention to Emily,
jumped to their feet.
“What happen to your swim costume!?” Kim asked in a panic as Caitlin ran to
pick up Emily’s towel and toss it to her.
It was only when Kim asked what had become of her costume that Emily realized
that she was indeed standing there starkers.
“Roger, I’m sorry,” Emily said. “I don’t know what happened. I’m sorry if I
made you ill at ease you. Somehow the concealment charm that covered me was
canceled.” She started to wrap the towel around herself.
“I’m not embarrassed,” Roger said, not taking his eyes off Emily, “and you
shouldn’t be either. You’re splendid.”
“I’m not embarrassed,” Emily said, letting the towel slip off and into her
hand. “Do you really think I look nice?”
Roger corrected her. “I’d say fabulous. Nothing would please me more than to
have you spend the balance of the day in my shop just as you are.”
“Maybe that could be arranged,” Emily said boldly.
“I don’t think so!” Caitlin said, giving Emily an appalled look. “We have to
go! Emily, please cover up!”
When Emily made no effort to do so, Caitlin grabbed her arm. “Suit yourself,”
she said with frustration. “Kim, please help me.”
Before Emily realized what was happening, Caitlin and Kim had dragged her out
the door and on to the thankfully deserted street. “Now will you put that towel
on?” Caitlin asked.
“Why?” Emily answered defiantly. “There is no one about, and I’m quite
comfortable like this.” Emily tossed the towel to Kim and started boldly
walking away from the shop and in the direction of the path that would return
them to Hogwarts.
Kim and Caitlin exchanged exasperated looks before following after her.
“What happened in there?” Kim asked Caitlin as they followed a few steps behind
Emily. “What happened to her swim costume?”
“I’m not sure what canceled out the charm,” Caitlin answered, turning to Kim
and flipping open her towel. “Did it affect me, too?”
“Yes,” said Kim after glancing at Caitlin. “You’re totally starkers, too. You
don’t think I was affected, do you?
“I doubt it,” Caitlin answered. “You’re wearing an actual costume. Let me have
a look just to be positive.” Kim lifted her towel confirming that her swim
costume was indeed intact.
Suddenly, Emily stopped walking and turned back in their direction. “That was
so humiliating,” she said crossly. “I can’t believe the two of you actually
dragged me out of Roger’s shop. I’ll never be able to face him again.”
“You don’t consider your actions embarrassing or what he was doing with you
over the line!?” Caitlin shouted. “There is a huge difference between
being a naturist and being put on display. What you did in there today was not
naturalism, and I’m ashamed of you and furious at Roger!”
Emily was about to retort, but then glanced at Kim who was hanging her head
sadly. “What’s the matter, Kim?” Emily asked concernedly.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two fight before, and I don’t like it,” she
answered.
Emily’s anger came to an abrupt halt as she turned to Caitlin. “I was a real
tart, wasn’t I?”
“No!” Caitlin answered with a smile. “Had you had an actual bathing costume on,
you would have been a tart. I’m not sure they’ve even invented a word for what
you were today. How does tart-arse sound?”
Kim giggled. “Emily, I love you. Caitlin loves you. We’re just concerned for
your welfare.”
“I know,” she said pulling them into a group hug. “Sometimes I don’t use my
head when it comes to boys. I try too hard. Maybe I am a tart-arse.”
“In some cases, maybe you shouldn’t be trying at all,” Kim said tentatively,
then quickly changed the subject. “Do you want your towel back?”
“No, she doesn’t,” Caitlin answered for Emily.
Emily stared at her in surprise.
“Now you are being a naturist, and I’m envious,” Caitlin said as she unclasped
her towel. “I’ve always wanted to walk this route with the sun and air
caressing my body.”
“I can’t believe you two,” Kim said, as she watched her two friends walk naked,
arm in arm toward the main gate. “What if someone comes along and sees you?”
”Then they’ll see us,” Emily responded. “Why don’t you take that confining damp
swim costume of yours off and join us?”
Before Kim could respond, a horseless carriage, apparently coming from the
castle, came into sight around the corner. Even if Emily and Caitlin had wanted
to cover up, there was no time because the carriage was rapidly upon them
before it came to a halt.
“Good afternoon ladies,” Professor Malfoy drawled. “You’ve certainly adopted
the proper attire for our humid, hot summer weather.”
“I wish I had such courage when I was your age,” Ginerva Weasley added, seeming
quite sincere.
“You’re never too old to practice nudism,” Emily suggested enthusiastically.
“Your brother is going on a cruise with us. Why don’t you and Professor Malfoy
join us for a swim?”
“I’m afraid we’ll have to pass,” Draco said. “Miss Thatcher, it was my
understanding that you were also going on this clothes free- cruise. Shouldn’t
you be adapting your skin to the sun?”
“The Professor has a point,” Ginny added. “Skin that has never experienced
sunlight has the tendency to easily burn. The last thing you want to do is
spend your holiday stuck in your cabin with sunburn.”
“I’ll take that into consideration,” Kim said timidly as the carriage continued
on its way.
As they watched the carriage disappear, Kim turned to Emily and Caitlin with a
look of beaten acceptance on her face. “They’re right about one thing,” she
said admittedly. “If I’m going to play the part of a nudist for ten days, I
best get accustomed to it.” Without another word, she unclasped her towel and
subsequently wriggled out of her bathing costume.
“Now what?” Kim asked.
“It’s still early,” Caitlin said. “Let’s see if Elmo is still in the mood to
toss us around.”
“Like we are?” Kim questioned.
“I don’t think Elmo cares if or how we dress,” Emily answered casually, and
then added. “Mum likes us to use the concealment charm, but it’s really not
necessary anymore on the school grounds. Most of the staff has seen at least
one of us nude. It’s really no big deal any longer.”
‘Maybe not to you’, Kim thought and then turned toward the castle and
said, “let’s go.”
* * * * * *
Sunday, August 7, 2005
“Ron, will you please cheer up,” Sam said with annoyance, as she and Ron
finished packing. “We’re starting our vacation tomorrow, not going to a
funeral.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Ron groaned. “If I had your body, I wouldn’t be
concerned with being seen nude either.”
“If you had my body, I doubt we’d be married,” Sam said with a laugh.
“It’s not funny,” Ron moaned. “You know what I mean. I feel like I’m the king
of the string bean geeks going on vacation with the Perfect Body Club.”
“We don’t all have perfect bodies,” Samantha insisted. “Well, maybe Jamie and
Hermione do. Hermione is going to have men losing concentration and falling
overboard.”
“Perhaps you haven’t looked at yourself in a mirror lately,” Ron commented,
“but you should put yourself in the same category.”
“You’re sweet,” Sam said brushing against him as she gave him a kiss on the
cheek.
“And that’s another problem,” he said, looking down at a specific part of
himself. “It’s totally out of control. It’s ready for action and you barely
touched me. If it were the day before a full moon, that’s to be expected, but
the next full moon is a ways off. I think I’m turning into some sort of sex
manic. Emily and Caitlauseaused a reaction the other night and they’re little
girls.”
“They aren’t that little anymore,” Sam declared. “Their bodies are becoming
more womanly every day. Besides, I don’t think that even calm, cool Harry could
have handled what happened to you.”
“I wasn’t doing too badly watching them play Twister , although I had to turn
away a few times,” Ron said. “Don’t they realize the view they afford when they
get into some of those positions?”
“I’m sure they do, but they don’t care. I have to admit that it bothers me a
little knowing that my now smooth front will afford people a better view of me.
I’m not nearly as comfortable with my body as the girls.”
”Well I certainly wasn’t comfortable when the two of them fell into my lap
while they were horsing around after their game,” Ron sighed.
Sam laughed. “I’m sorry Ron. I know I shouldn’t laugh, but I wish I had a
picture of you with Emily on top of you.”
“It wasn’t funny,” Ron protested. “It seemed like they took forever to get up.”
“It wasn’t forever, and they thought it was comical. You do realize that they
both trust you completely. They know you’d never do anything wrong.”
“And they’re right,” Ron affirmed. “But that didn’t prevent me from getting a
stiffee anyway. Sam, I love you. You mean everything to me. I would never even
think about cheating on you. But… I’m afraid I’m going to spend the next ten
days with a semi permanent erection.”
Sam smiled. “In that case, I hope we can get the girls to watch Timmy often
because I know just the remedy for that problem. Would you like me to
demonstrate?”
“That would be nice…”
* * * * * *
Monday, August 8, 2005 8:00 AM
“The Weasleys will be here any minute now,” Harry said anxiously. “Are one and
all sure they have everything they need packed?”
“Why are you insisting we take so much clothing?” Emily questioned. “We are
permitted to be unclothed at all times aren’t we?”
“When on the ship and at nude beaches, yes,” Hermione answered as she did a
cleansing charm on Ben’s bottom and readied him for the trip. “But when we
travel about the islands or go souvenir shopping, you will need to be dressed
and not just by the concealment charm. I have qualms about any of us even using
that anymore now that you girls have discovered yet another imperfection with
it.”
Crookshanks and Alfred both paced the room as if sensing that the family was
shortly going to be deserting them.
“Can’t we take them with us?” Caitlin begged. “They’re going to be lonely.”
“No we can’t,” Harry said emphatically. “Beside, they will be much more content
here, where they have free rein to roam about our quarters and the castle
grounds, than they would shut up in a ship’s cabin all day.”
“You are sure that Professor Bell won’t forget to look in on them and see that
they are properly fed?” Emily asked concernedly.>
“Katie loves animals,” Harry responded. “She’ll see to it that our pets are
well taken care of.”
As the others finalized their packing, Kim had been reading the cruise brochure
and checking their itinerary with animated anticipation.
DAY PORT
ARRIVAL DEPARTURE
1 Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, United
States 5:00
PM
2 Princess Cays 9:00
AM 4:00 PM
3 At Sea
4 St. Thomas 7:00
AM 6:00 PM
5 St. Kitts 7:00
AM 3:00 PM
6 Barbados
8:00 AM 5:00 PM
7 Antigua 9:00
AM 6:00 PM
8 St. Maarten
7:00 AM 6:00 PM
9 At Sea
10 At Sea
11 Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, United
States 7:00 AM
“We’ll actually be anchoring at six different islands,” Kim
stated with enthusiasm. “I’ve never been further away from home than Hogwarts.”
“I’m looking forward to having a wonderful time,” Hermione said as she began
breast-feeding Ben.
“Professor Potter, there’s one thing I don’t understand. Why are we leaving so
early?” Kim inquired. “Isn’t the United States’ east coast five hours behind us
in time? If we leave at nine, it will only be four in the morning there, not
even light yet.”
“You’re correct,” Harry said rather perturbed. “The American Magical Authority,
which is the counter part of our Ministry, insisted that we arrive before sun
rise; less chance of us being seen.”
“What the hell are we going to do from four o’clock in the morning until five
in the afternoon,” Emily blurted out.
“Maybe we should spend the time teaching you to talk like a proper young lady,”
Hermione suggested.
“I’m sorry Mum, but that’s thirteen hours,” Emily said apologetically.
Hermione looked concernedly at Harry. “Exactly what are your plans for all that
time? she asked.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Harry responded. “I rented a hotel room nearby,
where we can all crash or watch the tele until checkout at eleven. Then we can
head to the dock and board the ship. Even though we don’t sail until five
o’clock, there will be food and drink available for us from noon, and we can
take a tour of the ship.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” Jamie said, tearing herself away from her
latest epistle from Alex.
“Most certainly,” Kim agreed. “I don’t fancy getting lost.”
“How can you get lost on a boat?” Emily chortled.
“You haven’t read the brochure, have you?” Caitlin inquired. “The ship rises
fourteen stories and measures nearly three hundred meters in length. I would
imagine that it is extremely easy to become disoriented.”
“Not only that, but the cruise is sold out. That means that there will be
nearly 2,000 passengers on board,” Hermione added.
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“I just hope a good portion of those are our age,” Emily whined. “I’m tired of
seeing nothing but naked potbellied old bald-headed men. I want some young buff
guys to ogle.”
Hermione just shook her head in consternation at Emily’s remark, but Kim
literally trembled. If she had to be naked the next ten days, she’d much prefer
it to be in front of old potbellied men rather than hunks of her own age.
A rapping at the door interrupted the conversation, as the young voice of Timmy
called out, “We’re here!”
Caitlin rushed to the door and ushered the Weasleys in.
“Why are you dressed?” Timmy asked disappointedly. “I thought we were going on
a nudie coose?”
“We are Timmy, it’s just that we can’t get comfortable until we’re actually on
the ship,” Caitlin responded.
Without warning, Timmy grabbed the hem of Caitlin’s tiny skirt in his hand and
pulled it up to her waist.
“Caitlin has no knickers. I can see her gina!” he shouted.
Caitlin leaned over and lifted Timmy into her arms. “You, young man, are
getting to be more and more like your Aunt Emily,” she said giving him a big
hug. “Your mother better break you of that habit before you enter primary
school in the village or all the little witches will be practicing hexes on
you.”
Ron looked at Caitlin and then around the room. He could not understand her and
the others’ lack of reaction to what Timmy just did. Then he finally
comprehended that this girl was normally naked, and that it didn’t bother
anyone. Why was he so different? Why did it bother him?
“You’re here!” Harry shouted in greeting as he entered the room. He checked his
watch and then rubbed his chin. “I imagine that the first thing we should do is
collect and miniaturize our luggage.”
After everyone assembled their luggage, Harry performed the charm that shrunk
it to doll size and then Ron and Harry placed all the tiny parcels into their
pockets.
“We’re scheduled for three portkey departure times: 9:00, 9:10 and 9:20,” Harry
stated. “Ron, suppose you Sam and Timmy go first, the girls will follow, and
Hermione, Ben and I will bring up the rear.”
Ron nodded in agreement and then they all waited nervously for the rest of
their free time to pass.
* * * * * *
When the clock displayed 8:59, Harry picked the first of three Portkeys off the
kitchen table; it was an old battered umbrella. “Now Sam, if you and Ron will
hold Timmy tightly between you and all grasp the umbrella in your hands. Sam
perhaps you should hold Timmy’s hand tightly beneath your own.”
They stood waiting nervously, the others watching, waiting there turn.
“Forty-five seconds.” Harry counted down. “Thirty seconds.”
“Mummy, I have to go potty. I have to go really bad.” Timmy wailed.
Sam looked anxiously to Harry. “When he says he has to go, he has to go. He
always waits to the last minute,” Sam announced.
“Damn,” Harry murmured looking nervously around the room. Hermione could
never get Benjamin into his harness quickly enough. Harry didn’t like
sending the girls first, but he had no choice. Fortunately, Jamie was a
powerful witch, so he figured that they’d be okay.
“Girls! Hurry! Over Here!” He shouted. “Each of you, hold onto the umbrella.
Don’t worry! You’ll be fine. The Weasleys will be along in ten minutes and your
mother and me shortly thereafter. Move at least twenty-five feet from your
landing point, but don’t leave the area.”
Jamie, Kim, Caitlin and Emily had barely clutched the old umbrella when Emily
felt as though a hook just behind her navel had suddenly yanked her
irresistibly frontward. Her feet left the floor; she could feel Caitlin, Jamie
and Kim as their bodies bashed into hers; their legs becoming entwined as they
sped forward in a howl of wind and whirling color; their hands stuck to the
umbrella as though it was pulling them magnetically onward.
Emily had only expected the trip to last a few seconds, but instead it was
minutes before they finally slammed to the ground in a bruised entangled mess.
“Emily, will you please get your privates out of my face,” Kim asked as if
gasping for air.
“Caitlin never complains,” Emily retorted without thought and then looked
nervously from Jamie to Kim and then Caitlin, hoping that in the confusion no
one had heard her comment. Neither Jamie nor Caitlin seemed to be paying her
any attention as they disentangled themselves, but Kim had definitely heard her
and was staring at her piercingly.
_ _ _ _ _ _
“Will they be all right?” Hermione questioned nervously.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine,” Harry said in his most convincing voice. “I would
have preferred that they not gone first, but under the circumstances, there
wasn’t much choice. They’ll only be alone for ten minutes, I’m sure they’ll be
fine. I just wish I knew more about the area in which they are landing.”
Hermione glanced nervously around the room.
“Hermione, they’ll be okay,” Ron said in his moeasseassuring voice. “What could
possibly happen in ten minutes?”
_ _ _ _ _ _
“I wonder where exactly we are?” Caitlin said as she staggered to her feet.
“That trip threw my equilibrium out of whack.”
“Me too,” Jamie said leaning against a nearby wall.
“Well, one thing is certain,” Emily commented. “Whoever programmed that Portkey
has never actually been here.”
“You’ve got that right,” Kim added nervously. “I understand transporting to a
discrete location, but this is a dirty, filthy back alley.”
“Yeah, I’m glad we won’t be alone here long,” Jamie said. “Lets move closer to
the main street and more light. It’s eerie in here.”
“Now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings,” a voice echoed from the shadows ahead
of them. “This alley is our headquarters. Perhaps we should clean up, but most
ain’t stupid enough to come here uninvited.”
“And there are four of them,” a voice from behind commented. “One for each of
us.”
“I get the older one with the big titties,” shouted a third voice from the
dark.
“Hey, they’re just kids,” said a fourth disembodied voice. “From the sound of
them, from England and probably lost.”
“Lance, are you a faggot? ‘Cause if you are, how ‘bout suckin’ my dick,” the
first of the boys to speak responded. “Pete, what is the name of our club?”
“The ’Chasers’, Art. And you’re our president,” answered the boy who had
commented about Jamie.
“And what do the “Chasers” do, Phil?” Art asked his voice sounding as if he
were extremely intoxicated.
“We’re tit-and-pussy chasers.” Phil answered, laughing raucously as he stepped
from the shadows and was soon joined by his compatriots.
As the gang closed their circle on the girls, the one referred to as Art,
snapped open a long switch knife and waved it menacingly.
Jamie whispered softly to the girls, “Wands on three. One… Two… Three…
End of Chapter One
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Thank you to my wonderful betas: Amber, Paul, Peter and Matt. I’d be lost
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