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Triangle Disease � The Remake

Part I

Chapter 11

�Abundance�

AUTHOR:
the_scribbler@shadowgard.com

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The world exploded in sounds � when he opened his eyes, colors
also. For the first seconds he did not realize where he was, but then he saw an
ecstatic Hermione going on and on about babies, Then
he saw Ginny hugging her parents, and Mr. Granger who was grinning at his
daughter.

Harry sat up and watched the scene unfold in front of him.
Hermione was parading in front of her mother. She was trying to talk to
Hermione, but she was very upset. Upset about � suddenly it came to him.

�Triplets!� he exclaimed.

All sound stopped.

�Triplets!?
Oh my God! That�s wonderful!�

�Yes Harry, triplets.� A dry female voice sounded right from
him. Harry turned to the voice, saw Ginny, and calmed instantly. She sat next
to him on the sofa, looking very cute and adorable, and an innocent expression
on her face. He turned to Hermione who was looking very sexy in her low cut
jeans and tight pink t-shirt and a predator looks in her eyes � a hunter!

�Merlin, you two look good,� he thought at them.

Again all sound stopped.

Suddenly Mrs. Granger was giggling � a very strange sound
indeed. Mr. Granger looked unbelievingly at his wife. �You are giggling?� he
said incredulously.

Mrs. Granger huffed. �So what, a girl can giggle sometimes if
she wants. Additionally, it is not every day that you become grandfather of
three grand children in one go, Matt. �

Everyone was laughing now except Mr. Granger, Mr. Weasley, and
Harry.

�My god, triplets � three babies,� Mr. Granger cried.

�Three babies, amazing � wicked,� Mr. Weasley said in a daze.

Harry did not know what he felt exactly about babies, but he
knew that there were two amazing witches � and those witches were married to
him � and he could have his wicked ways � if he manages to calm down Hermione.

He saw Madam Pomfrey standing next to a laughing Mrs. Weasley.
�Does anyone know boys or girls?� Harry asked, looking at Madam Pomfrey.

Madam Pomfrey huffed. �Of cause I can tell you the sex of the
babies, but are you sure you can handle that at the moment?�

�What do you mean with �handling that�, Madam Pomfrey?� Harry
said indignant.

�Well, can�t say that I did not warn you,� she said with a
smirk.

She had the absolute attention of everyone in the room,
including the house elves.

�Hermione and Ginny are expecting girls, Mr. Potter. You are
going to become father of six daughters.�

�Girls,� Mrs. Weasley shrieked happily. �My girl is going
to have girls!� and embraced Ginny again in a huge hug. She grabbed Harry and
Hermione and included them into her hug.

Mr. and Mrs. Granger were still looking shocked. �Girls,� Matt
Granger whispered.

Madam Bones stood up from her chair near the window. �Mr. and
Mrs. Potters, may I congratulate you. I am very pleased that everything worked
out so fine. Maybe it is also a good idea to see if the latest news influenced
the Triangle Disease curse?�

Harry nodded. �Yes please,� he said.

Hermione, Ginny, and Harry stood together while Madam Bones cast
the diagnosing spell. There was no red glow and Madam Bones looked very
relieved.

�No trace of any disease, you are all cured,� she said excited
and happy.

Harry and his girls held each other in a warm embrace. �What ever happens and what ever we have, we
are a family and I love you both for it,� he thought at them. Hermione�s
eyes started to tear, and Ginny tightened her grip on Harry and Hermione.

All parents, Madam Pomfrey and Bones were smiling when they
watched the threesome. They were all happy for the good news, and that such mad
situation turned out to have a happy conclusion.

�� Time had lost
some of its meaning during their first days and weeks together. Mornings, and
in fact, entire days, had melded into the next.�
Harry, Hermione, and Ginny moved about their rooms and parts of Potter
castle, exploring and �consecrating� rooms as they went.� They were as safe as they could be anywhere
on earth. Potter Castle was unplottable and
untraceable.� As soon as Harry had time
to do it, he promised himself that he would create the same kind of blood wards
that protected the Weasley house. It would add to the ancient family wards that
protected against intrusion by anyone but them.�

To finish the magical protections of the Castle, Harry asked
Dobby to come to him in the study.� �Dobby? Can you sit please? I need to ask a favor of you. One that might make the difference between life and death for us
all.�

Dobby looked at Harry and trembled with tears. �Dobby is not knowing what to do, �Arry
Potter. Dobby has never sat in the presence of his master before.�

�Oh, Dobby. I�m not your master. We�re family now. You work for me because
you want to, but not because you have to. �

Dobby started crying. He pulled on his big bat ears and his
breath chuddered in his chest.

Harry dropped to one knee and he looked at Dobby. �I need to ask
you: would you be our secret keeper? I want to perform the Fidelius Charm
on the Castle, so that it can never be found. Second, I�d like you to teach me
your magic, if you can.� I will teach you
what I know, and you�ll be able to practice using my wand. Within the bounds of
the Castle, you�ll be exempt from the rules of the Ministry regarding use of wands
by non-human magical creatures.�

Dobby eyes sparkled
with love and admiration for Harry and he was practically quivering with
excitement. � Dobby would be so happy, �Arry Potter, to be the secret keeper. Dobby is not knowing what to say, �Arry
Potter. Dobby is honored beyond all house-elves. Dobby�s children will be
talking about the greatness of �Arry Potter forever.�

�Dobby
� thank you.
Thank you for all of us. I don�t know how to tell you how grateful I am for
your willingness to do that. This will be our last refuge, should I fail to
beat Voldemort.� My girls will be safe
here, at least.�

It was evening at Potter
Castle. The house-elves
had been dismissed for the evening and the three were sitting up in bed
together. It was preternaturally quiet in the room, but the conversation was
lively anyway, because the three had become so used to their telepathy. Harry
was telling them about some of his plans to begin hunting the death eaters and
Tom Riddle. ��. because there is another
thing as well, and that is Hogwarts and our education. What shall we do about
that?�

Ginny and Hermione were quiet and thinking.

�I have a proposition
regarding school. Hear me out and let me know what you think. We�ve already
agreed that we�re not going to continue at Hogwarts, but rather hire the
teachers and anyone else who is needed. Ginny, you need to finish your O.W.L.�s and have the same level as Hermione and I have.
Then we can start studying together for the N.E.W.T.�s.� Any and all studying we do, we do here,� at the Castle.� What do you think?�

�Yes�, the girls
answered in his head.�

�No more Hogwarts anymore
for us,� Ginny thought to them. �I would not trust Dumbledore with the lives of
my children, my Hermione,�
and my� husband. I want to
stay at home.�

�When do we start,
then? As soon as possible? Hermione?�
Harry asked.

�Well, I think the short
answer is �as soon as possible� However, I also agree with Ginny.� Hogwarts has the best teachers and it is
where we can have contact with other people who can challenge us and motivate
us. BUT � Hogwarts is very risky right now with all those unknowns and spies.
It is much safer to stay here, so
let�s do it. We�ll bring whomever we need and can trust here to the Castle and
we�ll do it via encrypted port key, so the actual location of the Castle
remains secret.�

�Ok. That works. How
are we going to get the port keys to them? Can we use a one-way floo or can we
send them via Hedwig? Perhaps a marble-sized key?�

Hermione thought that was brilliant, but Ginny had reservations
about it. Then something struck her. �Harry?
Hermione? Why can we just use our Patroni? That�s what
Dumbledore would do and those can�t be faked or intercepted in any way. Plus,
we could send them to a different person each time, randomly, to keep the
Aurors � not to mention the death eaters � off guard.�

�Ginny! That�s
brilliant. Of Course. That would keep us from having
to send physical objects anywhere and would really lessen the chances that our
teachers will be tracked. I like it. There�s only one issue then � how do we
send them home? Are we going to force them to walk to the edge of the property,
outside the anti-apparition field, to go home?�

Harry actually laughed at that. Ginny was brilliant and loving,
but she didn�t remember everything. �Ginny,
sweetie, don�t you remember that we can create port keys on OUR end that will
take them home � they just can�t do it to get here because of the
unplottablility of the Castle.�

�Oh, YOU! Prat! Of course. Merlin, Harry. Why did you marry such a dope as
me? Surely it wasn�t for my brains.�

Ginny�s self-deprecations earned her a
hug from her lover and her husband. Harry�s hand went down the front of Ginny�s
pajamas and into her silky panties, to cup her mound. Hermione, who had learned
not to be shy about sexual contact with Ginny, cupped her bond-mate�s breasts
and kissed her. They encountered no resistance at all when they pushed Ginny
back into the bed. She moaned and squirmed under their touch � which
effectively ended one conversation, but started an entirely different one.

*********************************

The trio woke late the next morning without a care and without
thinking about what was happening beyond the protected walls of Potter Castle.
They were also ravenous. It was as if their magical connection was another
person to be fed and so the three of them tackled breakfast with a passion that
they had not felt in a long time. It was wonderful to be independently wealthy,
Harry thought. He had never had money when he was a prisoner at Privet Drive, so it
was a novel thing to him to be able to buy whatever he wanted, without even
considering the price. Fortunately, his wives were much better with money than
he and they had taken over management of the finances.� Harry was just as happy to release control of
that responsibility.� He had never been
acquisitive anyway and thought he had the whole world in his wives and his
Firebolt broom.� The fact that he could
have bought all of Little Whinging, burned it
to the ground, and started over, fazed him not in the least.

There was a lot to celebrate, they knew. Their connection was a
source of wonderment and joy and there was much about it that was unknown to
them. Hermione, of course, was confident that she was going to be able to find
out at least something from one or
more of the libraries to which she had access. If not, there were going to be
many long days of interconnected experimentation, and not always in the
bedroom, as pleasurable as that was for the three of them.

The early morning fog burned off and the day looked to be crisp
and beautiful and it was too gorgeous not to want to go for a ride on the
broom.�

�Ginny? Hermione?
I feel like getting out on the Firebolt. I thought it would be fun to take an
aerial tour of the property and see what�s about. Do you two want to come
along?�

�I�ll come, Harry.� Ginny pulsed at him.

�Harry, you know I hate
flying on brooms. When we flew on Buckbeak, I was scared to death. Maybe this
is one of those things that you and Ginny do together to build your
relationship.�

� �Mione?�� Harry�s
emotions were pretty clear to her. Hermione could feel his incredible hesitancy
in not having her involved in everything he did. His love for her was intense.
�I love you. Will you dance with me
tonight? Can that be our bonding thing?� Harry sent her a picture of her in
her dress from the Yule Ball during their forth year at Hogwarts and a powerful
surge of desire for her. Hermione �caught� the images and blushed deeply.� She was not one to be outdone though and sent
him an image of what she was wearing
under that outfit. Harry�s knees buckled as he felt her desire for him and
caught the image of the lacey thong and demi-cup bra that she had been wearing
under that dress. �Yes, Harry. I would
love that. Come home and dance with me and show me how much you love me.�

�
�Mione, forever and always. Now how am I supposed to fly on a broom
with an erection like this?�

Ginny leapt to Harry�s rescue and even as she cupped his
erection through his pants, she sent him an image of her on the broom, wearing
a very short skirt with nothing under
it, and a salacious image of what she�d like Harry to do to her.

Harry grinned and said enthusiastically �You�re on! Let�s go!�

As Harry and Ginny tore through the front hall, on the way to
the broom shed, they could hear Hermione�s laughter and encouragement in the
background. Harry sent Hermione one more intense pulse of �I love you�.� �I know. I love you too. Go have fun.� �Hermione knew, as she turned to walk back to
their bedroom, that when she had moments of doubt, all she had to do was turn
her hand over, so that she could see the mark indelibly etched on her palm.

****************************************************

Dinner was over. Pasky, Pisky, Dobby,
and the other house elves had joined them for the evening meal � even though
had initially protested most strongly.�
Harry had eventually caved to their insistence and allowed them to share
a table nearby instead of being with them at the main dinner table. Hermione
had thought to ask about what house-elves ate when they were not serving a
master and was very surprised to learn that there house elves have an entirely
different cuisine than anyone knew. When Hermione asked Dobby about it, he told
her politely that most house elves thought that the average meal enjoyed by
British muggles, wizards and witches alike was really bland and had no spice to
it. Hermione laughed when she saw the obvious distaste on Dobby�s face.

Once the dishes were cleared, the trio
retired to the library, so that they could sit in front of the fire and enjoy
each other�s company.�

Hermione and Ginny were both wearing
knee-length dresses; Hermione in dark blue and Ginny
in deep red while Harry was wearing his traditional polo shirt.� Harry had built a fire in the fireplace and
the three of them were sharing a loveseat that Harry had ordered specially for
the three of them. It was made from �butter-cream� brown leather and it was
wonderfully soft. Once the three were settled in, they let their minds and feelings
wander so that the silent conversation was eclectic and funny.�

�How
was the broom ride?� Hermione asked them both, as the three cuddled
together.� Harry showed her pictures of
the landscape that he recalled from their hour-long flight.� Hermione squealed mentally as the images
flowed at her from Harry�s mind. They were mostly of a verdant, green landscape
that was interrupted by occasional streams and rocky abutments. Harry thought
he might have seen a dragon at one point, but he had been told repeated by
Charlie Weasley that there were no more dragons in Great Britain, so Harry
thought he might have been seeing things. Ginny, for her part, sent Hermione
salacious images of riding Harry�s �broom� and shared with her the sensory
memories of their intense coupling.� By
the time Ginny was finished, Hermione�s hand was between her legs, feeling the
wonderful wetness that had suddenly gathered there.

�Oh God, Ginny. That must have been wonderful.� Harry snorted at that thought. �It was more than wonderful, Hermione. It was
incredible. We were making love and when I was on top of her,� I shared with her my vision of you licking
Ginny while she and I made love�she went off like one of Fred and George�s
fireworks.�� Ginny broke into the
conversation, as she listened to what Harry was saying to Hermione �That was really hot, Hermione. I really want
to do that! We can do each other!� Hermione groaned in Ginny�s mind.

�Hermione? I just remembered that I
promised we�d dance together tonight. I�d still love to do that. Would you join
me? Would you dance with me, please?�

�Why,
Mr. Potter! I�d be delighted to dance with you. In fact, I was wondering what
took you so long.�

�Ginny-love? Would do the honor of
some music for us?�

�Only if I can dance with you next, Mr. Potter.
You know I never got to at the Yule Ball. I felt bad about that.�

�I
know, Ginny. I think that was bad night for all of us�well, except Neville. He
seemed to have a great night. Did you both know that he practiced his dancing
every night before going to bed for three weeks before the Ball? He was
obsessed with it. Ron and I were total prats and didn�t take it nearly
seriously enough. I�m really sorry that I was so horrible to you both. Forgive
me?�

�Dance
with us, and maybe we�ll forgive you.�
Hermione pulled Harry to his feet.

�I
have an idea, love.� Harry pulled out his wand and focused his considerable
magical power on the transfiguration he was about to attempt.

Professor McGonagall had always said
that you had to picture the destination object first and then say the incantation. Harry thought that perhaps,
because of all of the wandless magic he�d been able to do so far, that the
incantation didn�t matter. What matter was the will to do the transformation. He had the
will - that was for certain. So he focused on the incredible dress; the hair
style; the perfume; the shoes; everything that was Hermione on the night of the
Yule Ball. Then he put his wand away. �Trust
me Hermione?� �You know I do, Harry. You�re my husband and you�re my very best
friend� �Ok. Here goes� Harry closed his eyes; then opened them, and waived
his hand. A second later, Hermione was wearing the amazing, violet-blue dress
that made so many that night so amazed.

�Ginny?
You next� Another waive of his hand and she too, was transformed. For a
moment, they stood there and marveled at what Harry had done. Then Hermione
shook her head and grinned.

�Harry?
Only you could remember so perfectly.�

�Then
will you dance with me?��

�Yes,
oh God, yes, Harry� So, in front of
the warm fire, Ginny conjured music and the three danced together. They danced
as though there was not another care in the world. Danced to make up for the
times they should have danced at school and danced to show each other how much
they loved what fate had done to them.�
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