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The House on the Moor	By : sinophile Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: I would like to sincerely apologize for not posting this two weeks ago when I originally planned to. I have been busy to an extreme, what with school, night school, kendo, work and all, but I'm sure you can imagine. I am also really sorry I have not had a chance to look over my e-mail and respond properly to you that sent me messages. For that I am really really sorry, don't give up on me, I'm just helplessly disorganized. You who volunteered to Bata, you know who you are, please feel free to do so still and again I apologize for not getting back to you.

Chapter Three: Must Come to an End
Remus was not surprisingly, the first to wake up the next morning. He rose carefully due to his somewhat precarious position on the extreme edge of the bed. For a grown up Sirius apparently still had the child's bad habit of kicking and tossing in his sleep, so rising must have been more of a relief than a punishment. Rolling slightly and catching him self on one foot before he fell bodily out of bed. Standing he shivered in the cool of the morning and stretched stiffly.
He very wisely made no move to wake the sleeping Padfoot. With the quantity of liquor that he had consumed the previous night, or more accurately earlier this morning his headache would be extreme. If Remus had had a headache he did not show it. Perhaps that was one of the few benefits of being a werewolf, but since no one had seemingly ever thought to ask one, it is assumed we will never know.
Pulling on a shoddy dressing gown that had been hanging inauspiciously over the door, Remus shuffled out of his bedroom. His face was grim as if he were going over all that he had herd last night and was only now processing it's implications. This is so often the case in humans. Big shocks can on occasions not effect a person until after they had considered a thing of the past, then as if it were lurking under the bed, as a child hood terror, shock sinks in. and leaves you week kneed and scared to move. In this was it can be said that it is indeed true that the past still hurts us.
It has however been found, if not strictly in the most scientific manner, that coffee is always good sustenance to take in at such a time. Perhaps it is not for it's chemical properties but that it is the habit of humans to slow down and contemplate while they drink it. That, it can be concluded, is the root of it's healing power. So like any normal human being, and similar to many other wizards who had also herd the news, Remus with a flick of his wand set the fire blazing in the old cast iron stove and moved to the sink to fill the empty kettle.
By the time the coffee was dribbling through the now stained filter into the chipped enamel coffee pot, and the delicious aroma of percolating coffee had filled the small house, ominous rustling could be herd form the bed room. Remus still looking grave, rose his eyes from his contemplation of an empty shelf to look in it's direction in time to see a bare like figure emerge warped in the bed clothes. It looked for all the world like something that had just crawled out of a den and 5 months of hibernation.
"Good morning. There's coffee if you what it." Considerate as always, Remus, after a moment of not receiving more than a grunt, continued. "� and a pep-up on ion in the cabinet above the sink make sure you check the expiry date before you drink it." To this he received what looked to be a nod of thanks and another grunt, but that might have merely been the rustling of the sheet, and blanket as Sirius continued his unsteady pilgrimage to the loo.
Continuing to gaze into his coffee cup in a highly distressed manner, but giving no other outward sign of his thoughts Remus sat unmoving until Sirius looking decidedly less bear-like reappeared. He was still caring the bedclothes but this time over his arm. Steam still rose for his ears and his nose twitched as if he would like very much to sneeze, the after effects of a pep-up potion.
"We'll have to walk to the village today, I am completely out of flour, tea and milk powder and I must find an owl."
"Wizarding or Muggle?" Sirius asked retreating once again into the bedroom.
"I'm sorry what?" Remus looked, with some confusion at the doorframe through which his friend had just disappeared.
"The village." Sirius prompted sounding slightly flustered as if trying to make the bed and not able to properly tuck in the side nearest the wall. This is of course a guess, but that is what is perhaps the most logical explanation. "Is it Muggle or Wizarding?"
"Oh! I'm sorry. Muggle, Dumbledore thought it wise that I should not run the risk of being found out by too many wizards, come to think of it perhaps he already knew you would be coming here and expected a situation like this all along."
"Omnipresent old bat. That would be just like him. But Ild hld have assumed that if he had even suspected such a thing he would have taken some sort of action. Harry was in very serious danger, he was very nearly killed. It was really a completely irresponsible move on his part if he even so much as suspected that Voldemort would come back for good..." As he tra off off his face darkened in anger and although he had not said it he looked decidedly put out by the thought of any premonition on the part of the headmaster.
"Come now Padfoot, think of it reasonably, I don't know weather you heard it from Harry or not but there has been some sort of adventure concerning Voldemort every year since Harry stated at that school. It would have been preposterous for Dumbledore to close the whole school on the off chance of yet another attempt on Harry's life and safety. And if he were to give any more attention to Harry, students like Malfoy would surly pick up on it and Harry would be more segregated than he already is." This statement thought quite reasonably stated did not however appear to quiet Sirius's temper.
"I hadn't known that Voldemort attacked both years, how can Dumbledore have not been more prepared? How could he have not noticed that Madeye was a fake? He must have known!" he growled the last letting full meaning of his words fill the air and drip though the still dribbling coffee filter to embitter even further Remus's cup.
"Sirius that was totally uncalled for." Remus replied not looking up as he spooned extra sugar into his second cup. "Dumbledore would have done something had he known. I am sure he always has Harry's best interests at heart whatever mistakes he might have made last year. Furthermore he is, as we all know the only wizard Voldemort was known to fear and our best leader when it comes to facing him again, we can not go doubting him now." He set down the mug his voice echoing around the small room with a sternness that it did not often command. Sirius could only look at his hands as if reluctant to meet his friends eye. It was a long minuet before either of them spoke.
"You said something about going to some village or other, is there anything I can do?" this obvious plea for forgiveness must have fallen on feeling bec because when Remus replied it was in his normal gentle voice.
"No, I wouldn't want to put you in danger, but I won't say no to the company, I can manage just fine, you stay in your anamigus form and everything should go well."
Sirius who seemed a little miffed at being dismissed grumble for a minuet, before raising his head some looking somewhat shamefaced"Wha"What happened last night� exactly" for a second there was a heavy pause, them in a perfectly even voice Remeplieplied.
"Absolutely nothing." At that they both looked a bit uncomfortable, Sirius perhaps slightly more so.
"It has been a long time, and I would understand if�" Sirius seemed unwilling to finish this thought but one can only guess why, Remus' response was equally as cryptic.
"NO!� no not at all, I would have no objections, in fact I am happy to, but that is another matter� perhaps when everything has calmed down again�" his companion merely sighed.
"Sometimes I wonder if that day will ever come." Was Sirius's morose reply. Then again after a pause that seemed heavy and meaningful in an altogether too comfortable way. "You said something about a village, when are we planning to go."
"Yes, yes. That of course, we can go right now if you like" Remus rose seemly regaining much of his usual composur he he did so. "Just give me a minuet to get everything together and we'll be off." Robes swishing he left the room leaving Sirius staring hopefully at the abandoned coffee cup.
***
The sun fell hot on the backs of the man and the dog as they toiled up a rigorous incline the first ladened with packages form their excursion. It had been a successful one or so it appeared from the quantity of brown paper bags the man carried. The man would occasionally make some comment on the landscape of their trip to his canine companion, seeming not at all discouraged by his lack of reply.
"You see that hill way off in the distance, over the moor to our left. That is the closest unchartable location form my house." Then a pause. "It's horrible in winter, you feel cut off from everything but the spring makes it all seem worth while. I can't tell you the joy one feels when one first sees a fresh new green tendril make it's first tentative appearance or the rush of pleasure that one gets when the brooks run with the melting snow." At this last the dog looked decidedly skeptical and if a dog could be described as looking such, mocking. The man in his turn only continued to smile pleasantly. As at last the two approached incline of the dell in which Remus's cottage lay.
Upon descending into an area more hidden than the rest, they stopped and they dog began to change form, not of course to anyone's great surprises, into the be-robed figure of Sirius.
"Hony. Iy. I'm sure you wouldn't have such a poetic view for spring if you had lived through it every second with no hope of escape or shelter from wind rain and the elements, winter too for that matter." Remus's only reply was a smile as Sirius took up some of the heavier packages, despite them being almost at the door.
20 yards further on a rough stone bridge over a trickle marked the beginnings of Remus' land, and with in ten more they were standing on the front step. Sirius waiting idly as Remus fumbled in the pocket of him Muggle trousers for his wand.
"Alohamora. Take your shoes off will you. I'm just going to run these through to the kitchen to put them away. Then why don't we have some tea, this time there's fresh milk." With that Remus disappeared through the living room into the kitchen.
The house was a totally different place in daylight, the pervious night it had been a shadowy infinite mass of unknown dimensions. Day showed it to be a comfortable, practical if slightly rustic cottage. Probably once belonging to some poor shepherd or self proclaimed hermit. Despite it's age everything reflected it's owner, the chairs rugs and indeed all the objects that filled every corner of the house were old and worn, but still comfortable and serviceable. Uniting his shoes Sirius arranged them beside his friend's and passed out of the tiny passage and through the living room to the kitchen were Remus was carefully storing his purchases away in the many cupboards.
It might be merely the imagination of the author but for moment Sirius' eye rested on Remus' turned back in amore then friendly manner, if it was there the look vanished the moment Remus turned.
"I'm sorry but would you mind making the tea. I have to change into my robes" Remus looked up at his friend.
"Sure. I can put the rest of this away too if you like."
"Thanks that would be wonderful of you, could you put the kettle on while you're at it?" Remus then turned disappearing thought the door and presumably into his bedroom.
Sirius stood for a moment seemingly at a loss, he looked slightly uneasy, perhaps even disappointed, but then again since he seemed in no hurry to offer an explanation for his particular change in facial expression to the empty room one must only guess what had changed his mood.
Rummaging thought the remaining bags he started to dispose of the goods, opening cupboards to see what when were. Everything seemed to have a home with the exception of a box of elastics and a pot of some ambiguous substance. Moving on Sirius picked up the kettle filling it at the white enameled sink. Once full he crossed back to the giant old-fashioned cast iron stove, thers hos however no fire and glancing arounriusrius must have all so seen that there was no wood, this of course was not in the least bit surprising but offered a problem to the wandless wizard.
"Damn it, why didn't I think to get a wand for Dumbledore before I set out here. Merlin's overextended elbow! Why didn't I think of this before!"
Muttering he let the kettle rest on the cold stovetop, it's contence sloshing wetly, before he followed the footsteps of his friend. The door to the bedroom was ajar and Sirus pushed it open seemingly without a second thought. Remus was standing still before the window, his hand's resting on the sill fastened buttons of a Muggle shirt that was beginning to fray a little at the cuffs, but still retained an air of longsuffering which it transferred to the wearer. He was apparently lost in thought, which accounted for why he was not long changed and back in the kitchen.
"You look like you did when there was something on your mind back in school" Sirius said as he stepped further in to the room, Reshifshifted as he did so, looking up from his examination of the sun spang ong off what could be see of the tiny brook. Somewhat uneasily he turned back to Sirius as if caught out the latter raised his hands
"I'm sorry, I can't start the fire for the tea."
"Oh yes. I'm sorry, I'll be out in a minute" Sirius turned to leave but stopped as his friend begin again. He turned back in to the bedroom. "Do you ever think back to those days, to Hogwarts." He was unbuttoning he shirt as he said this fiddling with the small buttons.
"Ye-es." Sirius answered his voice strange. He cleared his throat.
"There goodgood times, those days, weren't they." Remus sounded wistful the gray in his hair picked up by the light might have remind the onlooker of an old solider or a jaded monarch, perhaps the Anglo-Saxon Christ before crucifixion. His torso bare awaiting penetration. Perhaps not.
"They were" Sirius said. He seemed at a loss, merely looking at his friend.
"We had our troubles just the same. Some times I worry that Harry has so much more to trouble him than we must have done, then I think back to what we were like at that age, how we felt untouchable, we were gods." He gave a slight laugh, not so much bitter as amused.

"We weren't." Sirius' voice was truly bitter but edged with regret.
"No indeed we were not." Again, the laugh.
"Do you regret what happened after?"
"After Hogwarts?"
"Yes."
"Of course gretgret Lilly and James' death, with out question, it would be heartless of me if I didn't. They were too young, it was cruel that they died, not merely for Harry's sake but for us and all their friends. " Remus seemed mildly shocked that Sirius would even ask such a question but Sirius just continued to look at him as if there was more he had meant but now seemed hesitant to put into words.
"They weren't the only thing I missed." Sirius' words seemed waited as if baring a burden that he could not truly hide. Remus continued to change out of him Muggle attire, unfastening his trousers.
"For all the gods," Sirius exclaimed "didn't' you miss me?" He looked tense, angry. And continued to stand perfectly still for a long moment.
"So that's what you were getting at." Remus' cool response seemed to though the other man for a loop. He just stared at Remus as he reached for his robe. Worn, like everything else he owned. "Yes� I think I missed you most of all."

"Good, I'd hate to find that I took second place" Sirius replied the repressible youthful grin back on his face all his anger gone.
"Do you what to discuses this more over tea?"
"Not in the least" Sirius stepped across the room as he said this all the dour attitude the the night before dropped. He reached out grabbing Remus' hand as he did so pulling him roughly too his feet.
"There we are then." Remus said smiling but still clam even though he looked slightly squashed in his companion over-exuberant embrace. Remus moved as if to free himself.
"Doesn't all of this strike you as a bit sudden, you have been gone for such a long time. I won't pretend that I have been loyally awaiting your return all these years." Sirius' face darkened and Remus addestilstily, but sill in the same reasonable voice "..all thought I have been hoping." He let his words trail off the purr leaving a suggestive and echo floating around the room. Sirius however still looked a little put out.
"I waited." The man's pride was obviously hurt.
"Even as a dog?" to this there was a pause. The silence became heavy in the room; not even the small mirror in the living room seemed to have any comment as it observed through the open bedroom door.
"No, no I�" Sirius looked cornered but made no move to release the other man.
Moving in Sirius' embrace Remus this time succeeded in disengaging himself from the darker man. He grasped Sirius' arm and taking the few steps to the bed where he sat down pulling the other man with him.
"We're only human�" Remus smiled at his friend, before adding with a heavier note of sadness. "and we know it only too well, let's not worry over what's done and over with, from what you told me last night there are in all likely hood greater concerns that lie ahead of us with out our wasting our energies on what is unchangeable."
Sirius' seemed to have no verbal response to this, and he moved in a quick almost invisible motion to crush his friend against the bed. The swift change in mood brought everything back into sharp focus, but Remus' words remaining in his taught shoulders and fast jerky movements.
After the initial scuffle of bodies posited in open but clumsy desire resolved it's self, Remus pushed himself up, his lips red and his usually neat hair ruffled, the gray strands at the temples flying off to the side as if the moorland wind had sweat thorough the cottage.
"Tea?" he said making another attempt at rising only to be pushed back firmly into the mattress by his amorous companion.
"Ah�Hell�num�" Were the only distinguishable words of Sirius' reply. Recovering once again Remus made a move to get up as Sirius began to unfasten the buttons of his robe.
"I said I didn't want tea." Sirius frowned irritably as his fiend rose from the bed in a sorely disheveled state.
"There are other things in the kitchen besides tea." Remus said smiling as he disappeared heading unhurriedly for the kitchen. Leaving Sirius' baffled expression in his wake. He returned a moment later with the container Sirius had noticed earlier.
"You planed for this?" He sounded incredulous.
"The possibility of this occurring had crossed my mind." He smiled Sirius' only response was a hearty laugh as he grabbled his friend and none to gently yanked him back onto Remus' small twin bed were they fumbled with each other's robes.
"Sirius, be a little more careful, my wand's in that pocket." A chuckle and the rustling of worn cloth was Remus' only response.
Soon they lay naked on the bed, pale flesh turned a darker healthier hue by the orange rays of the lowering sun, the jar that Remus had set on the night stand casting a long blue translucent shadow as Sirius moved to pick it up.
"I had no idea they still made this stuff, and in the same damn jar too, Remus you are quite the shameless sentimentalist." Form his sprawled position on the bed Remus responded with a characteristic smile, his quite dignity not the least impeded by the oddness of his position or lack of garb.
"I thought you might appreciate it, you can't accuse me of forgetting." Another laugh.
"Certainly not, not the way you've been carrying on. I'd even go so far as to say�" here he trailed off leaving the room at large at some what of a loss as to what he meant, Sirius only, by his expression seemed to understand.
"I would not doubt your expertise in that, we aren't school boys in the shower room any more, this isn't merely to prove ourselves. At least not for me." Remus continued looking serious.
"Perhaps being locked away also stopped me from advancing in other areas, but no, I agree, we aren't boys anymore." The silence that followed this was a comfortable one, perhaps the kind to be found in a warmed green house, occasionally interrupted with the movement of some primordial force.
On the bed the two moved restlessly. A volley of curses as the jar refused to open. Then the lid was thrown irritably onto the floor were it rolled dejectedly; now excluded form the bed's activities. Fast, unplanned movemenntrantrasting and emphasized by the slow silence that flowed unheeded through the house.
"Gently� not so far all at once"
"Is that better?"
"Yesss�"
"Here put some on yourself� no I'll do it"
"Were did the lid go?"
"We'll find it latter."
"Well oh amorous one� um-um� ahhh-ummm"
Their bodies tangled in weird complex knots, the house contunuing it's quite rhythms undisturbed, but in the sphere of their intent lay all forms of sound and touch. So involved were they that they did not feel the room cooling, and the last slowly fading rays of the sun as it left, dwindling slowly as if on tiptoe so as not to interrupt, but regretful to miss such a sight.
A moan rose from the pair, long and low it held its carnal note clearly only punctuated by another's heavy breathing. In the now shadowy room, the bed creaked rhythmically. Everything was stillness and silence save the two enjoying the physical delights like the most sensuous candy on the old bed.
Unaware they continued their adult games with a childlike delight, a hand playing over flushed skin, tousled hair, a bare expanse of neck. All of this rising to a crescendo, thought it was lost on the shirt flung over the chair that overlooked it all unmoved. From the bed the muffled sounds intensified and the sound of sweat slicked flesh meshing together became more irregular. This had happened before, but this time silence followed and the rustle of sheets and blankets as the chill of the darkened room finally once more arrested it's self on the still pink skin of the two on the small bed.
Looks of contentment filtered through the darkness, as would dimly glowing beacons. Voice still rough sounding more beast than man. Sirius first spoke as if troubled by something.
"What was that then?"
"The sex?" Sirius nodded. "Just another event in our haphazard relationship." Sirius looked at his partner sharply a quick move that cut through the growing gloom.
"Is that all?" his voice was tight, volatile perhaps not angry as of yet but easily pushed to explosive extremes.
"If you want it to be more I have no objection, but as of right now lets enjoy it without adding to it the weight of significance."
Sirius chuckled at this, his face a little flushed, and he fumbled to light the lamp by the bedside.
"We must find that lid or else this stuff will be wholly unusable, why are you turning on the light?" Sirius had disentangled himself form the bed clothes in a tired fashion and now was riffling through Remus' robe. His foot was only inches away form the lost lid but he made no move to pick it up perhaps he had not noticed it.
"I don't like the dark." He replied simply as he moved back to the bed, tapping the lamp, neither the lamp nor the wand responded in the least.
"Here I'll do it, you get the lid it's right there." Remus said taking his wand form his friends hand and pointing to the floor, the shadows hid it, and it was not till Remus had lit the lamp that Sirius could see it, and bend down to pick it up. His flesh shone on his darker sink imbue it with an inner radiance, that the living room mirror found decidedly indecent and screamed that he should, "Shut the door you hooligan!"
Catching it with his foot as he returned to bed for the second time they both laughed, as children caught out in some prank and knowing they were guilty but not fearing the consequences.
"Were in the world did you find the old bat?" Sirius asked sober but still smiling.
"I think she came with the house." Remus replied smiling indulgently.
Despite the glow of the lamp the room felt dark, or was it just that worry returned to haunt the faces of the two who had lain so conformably in the small be just moments before.
"About what you said, why was it just sex?" Sirius did not look angry this time but there was a darker quality to his features as if shadowed by some external force more worrisome than the night.
"It isn't as if I don't want you, it is only that from what you told me last night, I think that everyone can see that there are black times ahead." Sirius' jaw worked.
"We've waited for years, it isn't fair" Sirius might have sounded childish if his voice was not so deadly earnest.
"I merely do not wish to complicate matters further, when all of this is over then, we can think about sex being more than just sex, in the meantime there are other things to do and more important actives we should focus our attentions on." Sirius sighed in defeat thought with every movement of his body language it looked like he was set against the arrangement.
"Harry and Dumbledore should be told that I have found you, and there are others I must notify, I think I should leave tomorrow." Sirius said gruffly. Remus looked sad as if he were blaming himself for pushing his friend away so soon, but from the silence that followed the exchange neither looked likely to withdraw their statements.
Dark settled threateningly at the edges of the lamp's glow. The invisible spaces beyond once more becoming a place of dangerous unknown. Both seemed to feel its malignance and did not stir.
"Harry will win." Sirius was the one to voice this random comment. Remus only nodded but both seemed to feel how weak it was hanging in the air like a feeble hope in a great void of pressing despair.
At length they did rise, but with little talk the nigh seemed heavy on every thing and brought it's courtly host of depressions with it. The two puttered about fulfilling menial tasks. When they were to retire Sirius moved to stay on the couch for the night, and Remus with out much protest agreed, both seemed too separate now in the dark to share a bed. Misery only loves company when not already companion to guilt.
***
The morning dawned bright, and all traces of the dark were obliterated by the soft rays of morning and the twitter of birds. Sirius had risen early, and Remus soon followed. They had sat silent but comfortably so, through the better part of breakfast but now the pressure to speak was once more making it's self felt.
"were do you go form here?" Remus said addressing his friend calmly but with a touch of what could perhaps be mistaken as regret.
"On down to Devon, to scare up as many of our old allies as possible and to spread the word" Sirius looked haunted as if thoughts of the purpose of his journey stirred unpleasant doubts, but he did not mention them if such thoughts did so one can only guess.
"Do you need anything." Remus looked hopeful, but his face relapsed into its customary look of gentle concern when Sirius merely shook his head.
"I can't take anything as a dog, and as a human I would be caught almost immediately."
"in that case I will make sure that you will at least have a good lunch." Remus smiled ruefully as if regretting that there was no greater service he could provide. "What of me thought am I to sit here until called upon?" there was this time an unmistakable edge of bitterness to his words that seemed to surface from no were.
"I don't know Dumbledore only told me to inform you of our circumstances and tell you to be ready should he give notice. Cryptic as always, if you want to know details you'll have to owl him yourself." Sirius must have not picked up on his friend's mood change or if he had he had chosen to ignore it for he made no inquires and sat at the table filing his rough and chipped nails with a handy file, the picture of self absorption.
Remus moved to the stove muttering lunch possibilities under his breath.
***
At noon sharp the two sat down to what looked like at first glance to be a full-scale banquet, vegetable soup, a roast, fresh bread of the French variety, various clod meats and cheeses and several varieties of potatoes and vegetables. Despite the temperatures being quite warm the two drank mugs of butter bear, and in Sirius case a very little Goblin's old, conjured like magic by Remus just before they were to begin.
They did not talk much over the meal, but this time it was more for physical reasons than any disinclination. The sun was high over head, and the house had once more returned to its friendly state. Voldemort and thoughts of possible raids, Death Eaters, and ultimate failure were banished in the face of a hearty meal. They ate with gusto, until finally sitting back Sirius spook.
"You know Moony I really should be going, I'm hoping to reach the motorway by 4 and hopefully make it to York tonight." Getting up as if he were taking his leave of a collogue at the ministry who he would see bright and early in the office the next morning never the less his voice had sounded strained and Remus must have picked up on this thought he chose to merely nod replying in kind.
It was not till they were at the door and the moor stretched before a riot of chaotic life, wild and full of hidden holes and unforeseen descents that they said more
"It looks bleak even in the sun" Sirius turned surprised
"Yes, it does but not always"
"Perhaps it will be more inviting in future."
"When it is all over, let's return here." Remus said as the tow stood before the door of the cottage the brook tinkling off to one side and the breeze cooling the heat of the sun as it climbed higher and higher over head.
"It's nice here, this house on the moor." Sirius said a he made a move to go shifting were he stood.
"Yes it is." Remus smiled. Sirius as he had been no longer stood before him, but in his place stood a some what less shabby looking dog than the one that had arrived only two days previously. Remus bent down and gave it a hearty scratch behind the ears before it turned and trotted off over the babbling rill and disappeared into the heather.
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If you enjoyed my story and like slash I recommend my soon to be released fic; "the Darker Side of Financial Planning". Draco and Ron go at it, while trying to workout a successful investment plan for the Deatheater war chest.
Sorry, I know that is a shame less piece of pub but form the number of review my stories seem to get I need all the help I can get. Thanks for baring with me and I'll love you forever all of you that reviewed. Comments and criticism are very much appreciated.
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