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TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Re-Alignment”

By the_scribbler

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From chapter Ten - “Rage of a Dark
Lord”

Her eyes were bright and she squeezed Draco’s hand a little tighter, as
she looked at the older Malfoy. “Sir, I hope so. Draco has become my everything and he’s all I want in life.”

That caused Narcissa Black-Malfoy to raise an eyebrow in surprise. “Do
you feel the call of your bond, Pansy? Is it that strong between you already?”

The young, black-haired woman – a girl not even of age yet in muggle
society – looked at he soon-to-be mother-in-law and smiled a girlish smile. Her
reply was quieter and more subdued though. “Clan Mistress, I do feel it. It
pulses within me and I know that I can’t resist it. Draco feels it too and we
know we must be together. Already, we know each others’ thoughts at times and
can sense when each of us is feeing particularly strong about the other.”

“Let’s go then, and we will celebrate your joining the family, when we
are safe.”

Lucius had already formed a port key with the information that he had
received from Harry’s Patronus.

The six of them placed their hands on the tree branch port key and on
the count of three, they all disappeared.

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March 6^th

Birds
chirped in the early afternoon sun, celebrating the clear, warming day that
made Godric’s Hollow the place that Harry thought of
as is first home. The long, winding drive that led to the small, yellow home
with a white picket fence and tended garden.

Harry,
Hermione, and Ginny had been secreting away to the Hollow, as they had taken to
calling it, on certain Friday and Saturday nights, when Hermione and Ginny’s
parents had taken the girls off their hands for the evening. This day though,
they were in the Hollow not for pleasure, but for serious business. Lucius
Malfoy had contacted Harry and asked for asylum for himself, Narcissa, Draco,
Pansy Parkinson, and her brother and sister. At first pass, Harry had been
hesitant to grant the request, thinking that it might be better to let Tom
dispose of Lucius for him. Ginny, Hermione, and Professor Dumbledore had
persuaded Harry otherwise, and so Lucius had been given the address to Godric’s
Hollow and a magical means of summoning Harry.

Lucius did
not know, nor could he have known, what was waiting for him and his family in
the Hollow.

The moment
the six of them apparated into the Hollow, wards of Hermione’s design and
anti-disapparation charms of Dumbledore’s design, sprang into existence. Even
if Lucius thought better of his asylum request at the last moment, he was well
and truly stuck and would have no choice but to try to fight his way out. Even
if he had gotten in the first shot, with the forces arrayed around him and his
family, he might have made two steps before he was brought down.

Harry asked
Ginny to be the family’s representative this day, as she was itching for the
chance to ‘lay down the law’ to the Malfoys and he didn’t really want a
confrontation with Draco. He was tired of the dynamic which had defined their
relationship since the first day the two had known each other and would have
been just as happy not have come at all today. However, Harry was the de facto
commander of Dumbledore’s Army.

Lucius,
Narcissa, Draco, Pansy, Danella, and Graham were standing back to back in the
middle of the clearing, expecting they knew not what. When Ginny had thought they had stewed long
enough, she dropped her personal invisibility shields and walked towards the
six.

Draco
recognized her by the red hair and the bright blue eyes, but not by the body.
Ginny had grown at least four inches since Draco had last seen her, and if it
weren’t for her ‘nursing tits’ as she liked to call them, she was far better
built than she had been when Draco had fled at the end of Ginny’s forth year.

“Red! What are you doing here?”

Her eyes
bore into him and there was no friendliness in them. “Draco, you forget
yourself. I am now Lady Potter-Black and you will show me respect, as is my due. I’m no longer a little girl for
you to push around and torment.”

Lucius
Malfoy pushed Draco aside and stepped forward to look at Ginny. Ginny saw his
movement and she executed the formal half-bow as was appropriate between peers.
“Clan Leader, Lord Malfoy, be welcome in our home. Your family is safe here.”

Lucius and
Narcissa were both taken aback by her formal, proper greeting and the deference
that she had shown him already. It left his complaint and protestation about
how she had addressed Draco dead, aborning.

“Clan
leader Malfoy, for what reason do you ask for asylum from War Leader, Lord
Gryffindor and Clan Leader Potter-Black?”

Ginny had
cut to the quick and challenged him to say outright what he wanted.

“I have
renounced my loyalty to the dark lord. He would have killed Draco and he sent
me to kill Dumbledore. It was suicide, and I wasn’t willing to throw my life
away on a futile gesture.”

“And you,
Lady Malfoy? Do also wish asylum for yourself and for your son?”

Narcissa
looked at Ginny and, unlike her husband or son, could feel the barely-contained
power that resonated from Ginny. Lucius also didn’t appreciate what Ginny was
wearing under her robes. Narcissa had caught a glimpse of the high neckline and
the scaly, form-fitting body of the uniform and knew it to be dragon-hide
armor.

“Lady
Potter-Black, for myself and for my son, I ask you…I beg you for asylum. Don’t
let the dark lord have us!”

“Stand
easy, Lady Malfoy. No force in the world could get you now. You are safe.”

“Lady
Potter-Black...I”

“Please
call me Ginny or Ginevra”

“As you wish, Ginny. You will forgive me, but I see only you
right now. How can you claim we are safe?”

Ginny
smiled and focused her magic for a moment. She brought her right hand up and
made a slow sweeping gesture from left to right in front of her, as if she were
wiping away steam from a mirror. Narcissa followed the movement of Ginny’s hand
and saw people appearing, as if from nowhere, twenty meters in front of them.
She estimated that there were twenty or twenty five of them. Each of them was
wearing the black, scaly armor that Ginny sported. Each had his or her wand out
and there was not a smile to be seen anywhere in the group. Weapons of all
sorts hung from bandoliers. Some of the weapons she recognized and others left
her scratching her head. Narcissa
swallowed hard. She stood close to her husband and said as quietly as she could
“Lucius, please, do whatever they ask. One word from her and we are all dead.”

His mouth
barely moved as he said tightly “I know.”

Ginny
turned to Pansy. “Clan Mistress Parkinson, for what reason to
come to our Hollow?”

Pansy was
no fool. She knew, or thought she knew, what the assembled group meant. It
meant that Harry was building an army. How big that army was, she didn’t know,
but the faces staring back at her looked very, very determined and very, very
angry and it frightened her. This was a
bad place to be a Slytherin and a worse place to be a death eater. Of that, she
was certain.

“Clan
Mistress Potter-Black, I ask for asylum for myself, my sister Danella, and my
brother, Graham. They and I have no love for the dark lord. He killed our
parents. I will never, ever serve him. If you have a space for me and my
brother and sister, I will help Dumbledore and Harry where I can.”

“Then you
are welcome in our home, Pansy. We will
ask for a witches’ promise on that, when we get where we are going. Until then,
I release you into the custody of my team.

Ginny
turned away from Pansy long enough for her to shout out to her team “Team
leaders - Anthony, Michael, Stewart, Justin, Laura!”

Four very
tough looking students came out from among their comrades and stepped forward
to where Ginny was standing. “Take Pansy, her brother and sister, and Draco to
the Castle. I want them in holding area one until I get there. Search them, but
do it magically. They are not to be touched and they are to be well fed, is
that clear?”

All five of
the students nodded. Pansy was taken off gently by Laura Madly and her brother
and sister were led off as well. Graham was carried by Anthony, as he was the
biggest and strongest of the five team leaders and he was the most comfortable
doing so. Michael Corner, Justin Finch-Fletchley, and Stewart Ackerly led
Malfoy off. They had put away their wands, but the threat from their presence
was still as real and Draco knew it.

When the
team leaders and their charges had departed, Ginny looked at Narcissa and
Lucius Malfoy. “I’m sorry we had to do it that way, but we are taking a huge
chance by giving you asylum. If either
of you is under the Imperious curse, we will know about it shortly. I don’t
think either of you is cursed, but we have to make sure. I also want you two to
see something. Do you see that boulder at the edge of the drive? The one that
is almost as tall as you, Clan leader Malfoy?”

He nodded,
but didn’t say anything.

Ginny
smirked “Watch.”

Ginny
gathered her power and felt the fire – her
fire – beginning to rage in her. It wanted to lash out – to destroy something.
She let herself think about her parent’s home, which had been destroyed, even
though no one had lived there for months. She thought about the Muggles who had
been killed just outside the Leaky Cauldron when the death eaters had attacked
that favored place, in an attempt to kill several Aurors. The Aurors hadn’t
been there, but the Muggles were killed anyway. Her fire built and built until
Ginny felt that her anger and her fire were enough. She pointed her finger at
the boulder and let the fire pour out. In moments, the boulder was half-gone
and in less than twenty seconds, it was gone to nothing but volcanic slag;
red-hot and oozing in every direction.
The fire was too intense to look at directly and the Malfoys found
themselves moving back and away from the heat of the lava.

Ginny
emptied her reserve of fire into the sky, causing clouds to form as the
superheated gases raced upwards and outwards. From where Harry stood, invisible
to the Malfoys, it looked like a huge rocket was taking off, except that the
fire was going in the wrong direction.

Narcissa
smiled a secret smile. She had guessed that Ginny was incredibly powerful and was
not to be trifled with. It was another thing entirely to see that much power
actually expressed.

Lucius, on
the other hand, stood with his mouth agape. He was horrified at what he had
just seen. He would have laughed if the circumstances had been somewhat
different, because he realized that the dark lord had no idea what he was
facing. Ginny Potter-Black was worth twenty death eaters all by herself, Malfoy
was sure. He was suddenly very relieved
that he had made the choice to seek asylum. Facing that kind of power would
have been certain death. It occurred to him that if Ginny was capable of that
kind of power, then Harry Potter, the student he had so foolishly tried to kill
five years previously, most likely had powers that Lucius did not care to imagine.

Ginny
Potter, as she thought of herself, stepped forward and looked first at Narcissa
(whom she could almost look in the eye) and Lucius, who she treated as her
equal. “I want you two to know something. For all of the power you have just
seen; it pales in comparison to what my sister Hermione can do and she’s meaner
than I am; and that pales next to what our husband can do. You have chosen the
right side, for what its worth. We’re going to beat your former master and when
we do, everyone who supports him will
be killed. We” and she emphasized the
‘we’ “don’t take prisoners. Bellatrix Lestrange found that out the hard
way. So did Durmstrang’s’ headmaster.”

Lucius finally swallowed
hard, too. The Durmstrang Headmaster had been left, naked and chained up by his
arms, to freeze to death at the entranceway of his own school. As he had guessed, Harry Potter and his wives
had been responsible, at least in part, for the deaths of thirty-four death
eaters, including Bellatrix. That meant that the dark lord was down to a
handful of trusted servants, including Wormtail, Dolohov, Caliban Montesquieu du Monteford, Alecto
and Amycus Carrow, Walden Macnair, and Fenrir Greyback, plus the sixty to one hundred
werewolves who followed Fenrir. There were other hangers-on, but the core of
the group consisted of those seven, plus the lycanthropes. Sebastian Crabbe and
Alexander Goyle were loyal to the dark lord, but too timid really to be of any
use. They had limited magical skills and had been bested repeatedly by Aurors.

The elder Malfoy wondered in
retrospect why he had ever thought that the dark lord would prevail. He surely
had lots of followers, some meaner than others, but only a very small group
ever took the dark mark and of those, only a select few were cruel enough and
focused enough to do anything actually useful to advance the dark lords’
plans. Harry Potter, on the other hand,
didn’t seem to have any problems sending what appeared to be only a small
contingent of his forces to corral his family.

He wondered what had become of Dumbledore’s
vaunted penchant for mercy and compassion. Had the Headmaster lost control of
this army that had been built in his name or did he now condone the tactics
that were being used? If it were the latter, why the change?
Was it possible that the Headmaster, too, wanted to win so badly that he was
willing to sweep aside everything that he had previously taught to all of his
students?

He doubted
that he would ever get answers to most of his questions, but he had already
learned things for which the dark lord would have rewarded him handsomely. He
found he didn’t care. That was no longer his life. He wanted to live and he
wanted his son and his wife to live.

Ginny
looked at him and decided that enough time had passed. She looked at her team, who were still
standing at parade-rest, waiting for her to make a decision.

“Team three
– prepare to depart. I need two volunteers for security.”

Hands shot
up and Ginny called a Ravenclaw girl and a boy from Hufflepuff to step
out. Ginny took a disk out of her pouch
and extended it, so that the two guards and the Malfoys could touch it. Ginny
called out to her team. “Team three – go on three. GO, GO, GO.” Team three
disappeared in the blink of an eye and a moment later, Ginny and her traveling
companions slid down the same rabbit hole of magic and disappeared.

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“I’ve got them in the holding area, Harry.
Can you send Luna?”

“She’s on her way, sweetie. Don’t take any
chances. Take the Malfoy’s wands until you’re sure they’re safe. I want witches
and wizards’ promises from them, binding their behavior. Make sure they know
it’s not optional. As soon as Pansy’s cleared, have her released to Daphne’s
care and make sure that Pansy is given her wand back.. Also, coordinate with
Hermione about rooms for them. I want her to feel like she never left the
school – or that the school never left her, k?”

Ginny
closed her eyes once more, as she stood outside the hall that had become the
prisoner holding area at Potter
Castle. “ ‘Mione? have any more
Veritiserum? I want to use it on Lucius as a cover for what Luna is going to
do. I don’t need much, three drops, max.”

The answer
came back from her bond-sister quickly “Gin?
It’s all I’ve got. We we’ve gone through it pretty quickly in the random
screenings.”

“Can you get it and hold up the vial? I’ll
summon it.”

“Give me a sec? I was nursing Adrianne and
Adrienne”

Ginny caught an image of Hermione sitting by the window in their master
bedroom, naked from the waist, up, with two of her three girls, suckling. It
sent shivers down her back and caused her ‘bits’ to throb with desire. Her knickers were instantly wet with her
desire.

“Hermione? I want you.
You just made me wet. I think I need to do a repeat of the other day...”

“Really? Ohhh.
That would be fun. I’m feeling the need too. Maybe we can pull Harry away from
training long enough to play for an afternoon.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Oh yes. That would be wonderful. How ‘bout tonight?”

“Can’t. Meeting with Marietta.
She sent me her wand. I am going to accept her surrender and find out what she
wants.”

“Oh. She’s a bird I’d love to take to
bed, regardless of those stupid spots you caused her.”

“Well – I think those spots are why she
sent me her wand. I get the feeling, though her note didn’t say it, that St.
Mungo’s wasn’t able to help her. She’s probably coming to me to have them
removed.”

“Can you?”

“Oh yes. At first I thought I was going
to have to do the ‘Reconcilio Ritual’, but then I got talking to Madame Pomfrey
and Minerva McGonagall about it and they told me that all I have to do forgive
her. Apparently, however, it’s a specific kind of forgiveness. It has to happen
in bed – or on a love seat or on a rug...... Anyway – the bottom line is we
have to make each other cum.”

“Oh, rough assignment” Ginny’s mental ‘tone’ was dripping with cheekiness.

Hermione’s response was loaded with confusion and embarrassment “Oh Ginny, love. I am really looking forward
to it. Does that make me bad?”

“Fuck, no, Hermione. If I were
you, I’d be wet every moment of every day until it happened. She’s so
beautiful.”

Ginny’s tone went suddenly sad and Hermione could feel the deep
self-doubt that Ginny was feeling “A lot
more beautiful than I am.”

“Ginny? Come here, please. Now.”

Ginny closed her eyes and disapparated to where Hermione was.

“Harry?” It was Hermione.

“Best beloved? What is it?”

“Can you come to our room, right now?
Ginny and I need you.”

“Be right there. Finishing up a
meeting with the Order”

“Leave them. We really need you.”

Harry looked at the assembled Order members who were gathered around
the conference table. “Everyone?
I’m being called by my wives. Please finish without me. Let me know if there is
anything else that I am needed for.”

Harry stood up and silently disappeared.

Fred and George Weasley looked at the spot where Harry had been moments
before “How does….” “He do that?” George finished for
Fred.

Professor Dumbledore looked at the twins with a twinkle in his eyes. “Trade secret.”

Everyone around the table burst into laughter, as Dumbledore was the
only other person who had the knack of disappearing without a sound.

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“Hermione, what is it?”

“It’s not me. It’s Ginny. I was telling
her about my upcoming ‘meeting’ with Marietta
and Ginny started in on how she’s not beautiful enough and how we won’t want
her”

Harry turned to Ginny and reached out a hand and his magic to her “Ginny? Tell me what you’re feeling?”

Ginny was standing by the window, next to the chair where Hermione sat
with Adrianne and Adrienne still in her lap. The girls were almost done
nursing, but their sister Miranda was waiting
her turn.

“Harry? Hermione was telling me
about the evening she’s going to have with Marietta
and I realized that I am never going to be as beautiful as Marietta or Hermione and I got worried you
might not want me or that Hermione wouldn’t.”

“Harry? I thought you should take Ginny
to bed and show her how much you love her.”

Ginny was crying, even as Harry’s arms enfolded her. “The Order will finish up without me, so I
have a couple of hours. Come to bed?”

“Hermione? Ginny was
going to take the Veritiserum to Luna for the interrogation. Can you do it
before you feed Miranda?”

“No problem. I’ll pull on a top and hop
down there. You take care of Ginny, ok?”

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It was not so much that Ginny needed to be reassured that Harry loved
her. She knew he did. The imprint on her palm, and the intensity of the nimbus
lumens which surround them each and every time they were intimate.

What Ginny needed was reassurance that she was special and unique and
that Harry loved her for who she was. He sensed that instinctively as they lay
in bed, in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“Ginny? What do you think is your
best feature?” Harry stroked the
length of her body, constantly amazed at the soft silkiness of her skin.

“I don’t know, Harry. Probably my hair or my breasts. I hope they stay full after
I stop nursing. Why do you ask?”

“Because, Ginny, when you said to
Hermione that Marietta
is ‘a lot more beautiful’ than you are, you got it wrong. She’s certainly
appealing, to be sure, but you have things that she will never have. The first,
Ginny, is my love. You know how I feel. I would die to protect you. You are my
lover, my friend, and a huge part of my soul. Second, Ginny, there are things
about you – your protectiveness, your fiery personality, your sense of humor –
that Marietta,
for all that she might offer someone else, could never touch. You did something
extraordinarily brave when you married me and let me make you pregnant. You
gave up being a child any longer and became a mother. That’s huge, Ginny. Your
mother, for all of her wonderful qualities, never had that kind of courage.
Those are the things about you that I fell in love with and you need to know that.
Those are the things that make you more beautiful than anyone.”

Ginny thought that perhaps the greatest thing about Harry Potter, of
all the things that marked him as special and different, was his innate ability
to say the things that needed to be said, or to say the right thing to make
someone feel better at the right time. Every day that had passed for Ginny
since she had married Harry and become pregnant by him, she had fallen just a
little bit more in love with him.

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Albus Dumbledore was tired. For all the strength that Fawkes had given
him, his body was simply old. It could go only so long. Harry also knew that
his Headmaster – the man that he had counted on through so many things – was
tired of fighting. Tired of the need to keep things secret
and tired of having to risk other peoples’ lives to overcome the forces of evil
and cruelty.

Harry knew
because they had shared magic for the first time during a particularly intense
private lesson on Saturday morning at the beginning of November. While it was not the intimate experience that
sharing magic with his wives always ways, it still had been a great learning
experience and had made him appreciate all of the burdens that Dumbledore had
carried since his wife, Helen, had died.
When Dumbledore had finally relented and showed him his last memory of
Helen, Harry was so shaken by it that he cried for the better part of a day.
Seeing Harry so distraught made Hermione and Ginny furious, but they calmed
down when Harry promised to share the memory with them. Seeing the memory
however, had so moved them, that they had been incapacitated by grief for the
better part of a morning. Once they had regained their composure, their
sympathy for Dumbledore had grown by orders of magnitude.

After they
saw Dumbledore’s memory, Hermione and Ginny had set about collecting memories
from people old enough in the wizarding world to have actually known Helen
Marie Dumbledore. It took both their efforts, night and day, for the two weeks
that followed.

On the day
before Thanksgiving, Hermione and Ginny went to the Headmaster’s office,
carrying the ornately carved, ironwood box that they had bought for the purpose
of safely storing the individual memory vials.
To make the visit more special, the two of them wore dresses that they
had seen Helen wearing in the memory. After they had placed the box on his
desk, and even before Dumbledore had opened the box to see what it held, they
took it turn to ask the Headmaster to dance with them. Once they had each
danced two dances with the Headmaster, they presented the box of memories and
told him each of them loved the old man. Their personal gifts to Albus
Dumbledore were vials containing their happiest moments with the Headmaster.

Albus
Dumbledore was not a person who could be moved to
tears in front of just anyone, but he cried that day, openly and without
hesitation, because of the love and loyalty that Ginny and Hermione Potter had
shown to him. When they had finally gone, the Headmaster asked Fawkes to summon
Minerva McGonagall and bid her haste.

Once he
heard her coming up the winding stairs, he stood up from where he had been
sitting in his office and turned to face his old friend.

“Headmaster,
you asked for me? Fawkes spoke into my mind and bid me hurry.”

“Minerva,
I’ve just been visited by Hermione and Ginny Potter. I want you to see
something.”

Albus
touched his wand tip to his temple and pulled out the fresh memory. When it
touched the surface of the Pensieve, it immediately came to the surface, ready
to be viewed. The deputy headmistress of Hogwarts had used the Pensieve often
enough to know exactly what to do. She stepped up and placed her face to the
surface of the swirling basin. In a flash of light, she was gone.

Twenty
minutes later, when she had seen the entire memory, she re-appeared next to the
table that held the Pensieve. Her eyes, her whole face practically, was wet
with her tears. “Oh Albus, her prophecy
is true then, isn’t it. Everything is going to be all right.”

The Headmaster looked at his life-long friend. “Yes, Minnie, it is
going to work out. We wont’ be here to see it, but
everything will be all right. Harry and his wives will do just fine.”

Neither the
Headmaster nor his friend and loyal deputy-headmistress wanted to talk about
what each of them knew was coming. There was nothing to be done but their
best. Each knew that when the end came,
it would be quick and painless, and each would finally be free of all the
burdens that each had borne for all the many, long, happy years they had shared
together.

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A/N – the next chapter is an
interlude chapter regarding Hermione, Marietta,
and the search for a cure. If you have questions or comments about this story,
PLEASE EMAIL ME: THE_SCRIBBLER (at) SHADOWGARD (dot) COM

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Triangle Disease - Part II

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Re-Alignment”