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TRIANGLE
DISEASE

Part
II

CHAPTER
THREE

“MEETING
OF THE MINDS”

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From Chapter Two – “Retrieval”

Matt and Miranda Granger did a quick walk around. When
Matt emerged from the closet, he was holding three sealed cases. Each case had
the name “Beretta” on it. Hermione had never seen the cases before, but she
didn’t question her father. Those cases were shrunk as well and tossed into the
larger storage bag.

“Ready then?”

Matt and Miranda looked around and then nodded. “Ok. Hang
on.”

Hermione and Ginny looked discarded Frisbee that had
fallen out of the front-hall closet. They muttered together “Portus” and the Frisbee glowed blue for
a moment and then stopped. Hermione looked at her parents and said “put one
hand on the Frisbee and the hold hands with each other.” Hermione picked up the carry-all bag and then
placed one hand on the Frisbee as well. “One, two, three”. A blue-white light swirled about the four of
them and they disappeared down the proverbial rabbit hole.

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He was
standing on a wind-swept moor in northern Scotland. The air was brisk and
there were high, puffy clouds overhead. There was probably not a soul in any
direction for over one hundred kilometers and that was just fine.

From waist-coat pocket, the old man drew a pocket watch
that among other things, told the time. Two
minutes to Noon.

There was a sudden disturbance in the magical ‘feel’ to
the area, as if a monstrously large force had suddenly just appeared. Harry.

Dumbledore was, and always had been, extremely sensitive
to magical fields. It was part of what made him such a powerful wizard. He
thought that, perhaps, even a squib could feel the power radiating from Harry
Potter; so powerful was his magic. It was as if Tom had suddenly appeared, such
was the force of will and magic that Harry now projected.

The old headmaster turned. “Prompt as usual, Harry.”

Harry
smiled at him, for the first time in a very long time. “Yes sir. You always
taught us that.”

“And so I did,
Harry. Promptness is a sign of respect. I am glad that you still feel that
way.”

“Of course, sir. It was
not an easy lesson to forget.” Harry
grinned, for the memory of when he had been late for an important meeting one
afternoon with the headmaster was still with him. Dumbledore had transfigured
Harry into a grandfather clock for the duration of the meeting, so that he
might have a better feeling for the passing of time. It worked. Harry’s
time-sense was very, very good now.

“Shall we begin,
Harry? I’m afraid there is much that we must discuss and not all of it will be
pleasant.”

Harry’s
smile fled “Yes, sir. I agree. Will you do the honors or should I?”

“The practice will be good for you, I
think, Harry. Can you do it wandlessly?”

“I believe so, Sir.”

“Very good. Let’s see your best transfiguration
for two chairs.”

Harry put away his wand and stretched forth with his
feelings. He let his magic reach out for
the ‘feeling’ of wood – for a tree or drift-wood – something that he could
summon. When he had sensed what he was looking for, he focused his mind and
thought “Accio fallen beech tree.” He
had never understood why the thing that was being summoned had to be named with
particularity, but that was what seemed to work best, so he didn’t fight it.

A cheeky thought struck him and he did a second summoning,
“Accio fallen goose feathers”.

A
moment later, an enormous fallen beech tree crashed to the ground not twenty
meters from where Harry stood. Beside the tree, a
enormous pile of white goose-down feathers neatly arranged itself.

Albus Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled brightly as he realized
what Harry was doing. Harry was not going to do the standard transfiguration,
which was almost always impermanent, but rather a transformation, which would be permanent. Transformations were much
more difficult to do, because the destination object had to be clearly fixed in
the caster’s mind and the witch or wizard had to have tremendous force of will
to make the transformation occur. Transformations also required that the base
components were available to the caster in order for the magic to flow
smoothly. Insufficient resources always resulted in bad or broken magic. Harry
did one more bit of magic, because he realized that he had a piece missing. He
focused on their master bed at the castle and thought “Accio blue cotton blanket”.

Once the blanket had arrived, Harry looked at the
assembled pile and focused his will and his mental image on the chairs in
Dumbledore’s office. They were high-backed chairs with blue, down-filled
seat-cushions. He ‘saw’ two of them, side by side, in his minds’ eye. Once he
was sure of his ‘destination’, he put his will and his magic to it, as Dobby
had shown him and let the transformation happen. What Dobby had really
demonstrated to him was that, if the will was right and the magic was there to
be used, the transformation would
happen. All he had to do was trust that it would and let the magic flow.
Hermione had learned the lesson fast, as had Ginny, leaving Harry to founder
for control of this new way of thinking.

The Headmaster watched as Harry did his preparations. He
was sure that Minerva McGonagall would be amazed to see Harry working his will
in the way that he was doing. He had never been one of the top students in
Minerva’s class and she had privately expressed her doubts to the Headmaster as
to whether or not Harry was going to be able to learn the discipline quickly
enough to be able to defeat Tom Riddle and go on to be the Auror that he wanted
to be.

In the blink of an eye, there was a great rush of magical
power and, in the place of the component parts, stood two perfectly formed,
high-backed beach tree wood chairs with blue, down-filled seat cushions. They
were facing each other. Between the chairs stood a beautifully fashioned,
polished beech tree coffee table and on the table lay a full tea service.
Dumbledore doubted that he could have done a better job of it, even in his
youth.

Harry looked up at his headmaster “Should we sit? The tea is hot, I think. At least, it should be.”

The headmaster smiled at Harry. “The devil is always in
the details, Mr. Potter. I’m sure one or both of your wives have told you that
by now.”

Harry grinned, in spite of himself, and said “Yes, Sir. They have and they do.”

“How
are they, Harry? I have not seen the pair of them now in over a year.”

“They’re fine, Sir.
Both of them have their figures back - well, at least mostly – and so they’re feeling
much better about themselves. The last few months of the pregnancy was hard on
each of them. They’re much happier now that the girls are sleeping through the
night and are not quite so ravenous when it comes to breast-feeding.”

“And the triplets? Can
you tell them apart? I have not seen any pictures of them. I assume that the
Weasley red is still as strong in this generation?”

Harry laughed. A long, full laugh, as he thought of his
girls. Sfinx, Vivianne and Anna-Marie were very much their
mothers’ daughters. Their hair was uniformly curly and wonderfully, shockingly
red. Adrienne, Adrianne, Miranda – Hermione’s daughters – had his unruly, curly
black hair. Harry had hoped that they’d have had Hermione’s gorgeous brown
hair. As much as Hermione resisted his entreaties, he had always asserted to
her that her hair was one of her most appealing features and that he would
never have wished for her girls to have been blessed with anyone else’s’ locks.

“Here” He waived a hand lazily in the air
and holographic images of his six girls and two wives appeared before the
Headmaster.

Dumbledore looked at each image and saw how Ginny’s green
eyes and red hair ran with her children, as Harry’s eyes and black hair was
dominant in Hermione’s girls. Dumbledore
could also see how Ginny and Hermione both looked older; more mature and wiser,
for having become mothers and wives at such a young age. Dumbledore noticed how
each girl wore a braid strand in her hair. It was the mark of a wife of a clan
chief, if he wasn’t mistaken, and it showed that the girls had completely
bonded with Harry. Neither, he thought, would ever identify herself
again as being a member of the family that bore and raised her.

The
Circle of life. It goes on. Harry is very lucky. Dumbledore thought to himself. Then a
thought that he had suppressed for a very long time came to him. I miss you, Helen. Has it been so long since
I thought of you? I loved you so much. Soon, Helen. Soon.
Just a few things more to do and then I’ll be with you.

Harry
watched his Headmaster intently. He saw something that he would never have
believed could happen: tears. Tears in Dumbledore’s eyes - for no reason that he could fathom.

“Headmaster?
What is it?”

Dumbledore’s thoughts were interrupted. “Harry. I am an
old man. I have been alone for fifty-three years and seeing your wives and your
children today made me realize that I miss my wife, Helen, more than you can
know. My time has come and gone and I’ve realized that I just want it to be
over. I have decided to retire after this semester.”

Harry’s world was shaken to its foundations. While he had
known that Dumbledore was an old man, eighteen was simply not old enough to appreciate what the
Headmaster had experienced.

“Sir?
I need your advice now. You can’t retire on me! You got me into this fight
against Tom and I need your help to finish it.”

“Harry – you don’t need my help any longer. It’s past the
time when I could be a help to you. You have Hermione – the brightest witch by far of the age – and you have Ginny.
Ginny is much more powerful than any other witch, save
Hermione. If I am right, as I often am, Ginny can do things with fire that have
not been seen in eight hundred years.” Harry nodded. He didn’t know how
Dumbledore knew, but as was often the case, he knew all the same.

“Harry, you also have Ron. He loves you like his own
brother and he is the best strategist I’ve ever seen – and I’ve seen the very
best that wizarding kind had to offer – ME. Ron is a much better tactician than
I could ever be. Use him wisely. He will never fail you.”

Ron Harry already knew about. The red-headed, gangly
teenager was as masterful a planner as the Headmaster said he was. Harry was
counting on him to plan the school’s defenses and to help protect the castle
when the time came.

“Harry – don’t forget about Luna. She’s a mind-leach and
the most dangerous spy that our side could ever possibly have. She makes
Professor Snape’s talents at legilimency seem paltry and weak. Use her wisely
and carefully and let no one know what she can do. Mind leaches are the most
hated of all wizarding talents – even more so than parselmouths.

Be mindful! Nothing is safe from her, Harry. I don’t know
if she could break the magic that bind you and your wives, but don’t put her in
a position to want to know something because you’ve not told her enough. Be
completely honest with her and she will never have cause to want to dig into
your mind.”

“Sir?
That brings up some things that I need to say to you and to ask of you. It’s
not going to be easy for you to accept all of what I have in mind, but I have
good reasons to ask for the things that I want.”

“Such as?”
Dumbledore was curious to know what the young wizard could want that he
didn’t already have. The answer surprised him.

“I want to move the
school.”

Dumbledore
looked confused. “What do you mean by that, Harry? How do you propose to move
it?”

“Not really the
school, but rather the students and the teaching staff. I am proposing to move
them to my home.”

“Your home, Harry? I don’t understand.”

“I know. Give me a
moment and we’ll clear up some questions. DOBBY!”

There
was a discernable “POP” as Dobby made his appearance. The diminutive elf looked
up at his master and then saw Dumbledore. He dropped to one knee and looked up
at the Headmaster. “Master Dumbledore! I wasn’t knowing
that you were here. Harry Potter, Sir! You should have been telling Dobby that
Master Dumbledore would be here. Dobby was not dressed properly!”

Dumbledore smiled and reached out with a hand. In an
instant, Dobby was dressed in miniature, finely tailored wizards robes. Harry
conjured a mirror and looked at Dobby. “Better, my friend?”

Dobby’s enormous eyes began to leak with tears. He pulled
on his ears and looked up at the two most powerful wizards in the entire world
with something akin to awe. “Don’t cry,
Dobby. You’re one of us, now. This is how friends treat each other.” Harry
knelt and put his hand on Dobby’s shoulder and as he did so, whispered in his
ear. “I need you to tell the Headmaster
the secret. Can you do that?”

Dobby shivered; looked at his master, and then
at Dumbledore. “Master Dumbledore, Sir? My master and my mistresses live at Potter Castle,
on Lochalsh Mountain, at the Kyle of Lochalsh.”

The
Headmaster blinked. “Harry, that’s only one hundred kilometers from Hogwarts!
How could I not have known about your home?”

Harry
grinned. “Fidelius domus omnis
amor”

The
Headmaster’s eyebrows threatened to ascend into his hairline “Truly? You are
aware, Mr. Potter, that that particular charm is only taught in the most
advanced courses during university studies?”

Harry did his best ‘aw
shucks, it ain’t nothing’ impression as he kicked the dirt with the tip of his
shoe, but he could not fool the Headmaster. “I was right, Harry. Your bond with
Ginny and Hermione has made you powerful beyond description. You’re the only
student I have ever heard of, in all of the thousand years that Hogwarts has
existed, that has ever been able to do that particular charm.”

It was Harry’s turn to
blink. Hermione was going to scold him again, he was
sure, for not having read “Hogwarts – A History”. Of course, to Hermione’s way of thinking, it
was very, very selective; extremely biased history of Hogwarts and much of it
was, she had discovered, just flat out not true. However, she still thought he
should have read it by now. She had called it, mirthfully, light reading.

“Headmaster? Can we get back to
what I need from you? I don’t have a lot of time. My girls are going to be
hungry and I have to get home to take care of them. Hermione and Ginny are
doing coursework right now and I still have to train for an hour and then go
for a run. Somewhere in there, I need to eat; get some reading in; sign some
bank documents, and make love to my wives.”

Harry waited. He
wanted to see if that last little bit would get a rise out of the Headmaster.
It did. He went scarlet. Ka-ching! Harry
thought to himself, with a chuckle.

“Mr. Potter. Please do
not do that to an old man. It is most assuredly not fair to tease your elders
like that.”

Dumbledore said it
with a rueful smile, but Harry understood the message underneath. I miss my wife, Harry.

Harry was not cruel.
He, better than most, understood what it was to miss loved ones and he would
never do to Dumbledore what Harry’s aunt and uncle had done so often to him. He
looked up at his teacher and said very quietly, “I’m sorry”.

“Don’t apologize,
Harry. You, of all people, have nothing to apologize for.” Then he thought for
a moment “Well, perhaps there is the matter of my office door.” He said with a
grin.

“Touché, Sir.”

“So, let me tell you
what I want to do.”

Harry then launched
into a twenty-five minute description of the things he was planning and the
things that he needed help and cooperation with. When he was finished, Dumbledore
was stroking his beard, repeatedly. “I think, Mr. Potter, that you have been
channeling your friend, Ronald Weasley. What you have proposed, is in large
measure, masterful. There are, of course, one or two details that are beyond my
power to change, but I feel very confident that I know the right people and who
can make them possible to change. Have you any idea how much all of this will
cost?”

“About
seventeen million galleons. A good portion of which will work its way
back to Phoenix Industries, which I own, or back to companies that are
controlled by Fred and George Weasley, or in worst case, back to companies
controlled by families that owe their allegiance to Clan Potter. I can’t say
that I care, one way or another. It turns out that I
recently sold a property in the United
States and I made something right around
seventy million galleons from the sale. Money is not the issue. Actually, I’m
seriously worried that dragons will become endangered because of the amount of
dragon hide I’m planning on buying.”

Dumbledore chuffed.
“Don’t be. They breed like rats.”

“Oh...Well then, one
less thing to worry about. I’m sure that Charlie Weasley is going to be
gainfully employed for a very long time, provided that we can keep him alive
and away from the death eaters.”

The Headmaster
straightened up. “As for your plan for the muggle parents,
Harry. You will have access to the student files as soon as I return to
Hogwarts. I’m giving you extended Head Boy authority and will extend Head Girl
powers to Ginny and Hermione. Ginny will be, if you’ll forgive my presumption,
the head enforcer in the school. Her...’talent’ with the fire will ensure that
she will have not arguments from anyone.”

Harry was nodding in
agreement. He saw the wisdom of having complete access to Hogwarts and all of
the files, even if they were not actually going to be living there – just
attending classes. All the students at the school, as they had just agreed,
would live at Potter
Castle, along with their
families and the professors. Snape would have free reign at Hogwarts, but would
not be allowed to entire Potter
Castle. Filch, it had
been decided, would be retired and Mrs. Figg would be
brought in as head of housekeeping. She would also be allowed a staff,
consisting of other squibs, who would see to the order
and upkeep of the school.

There was a great deal
to be done. The staff at the Daily Prophet were going to have to be ‘talked to’ and the
Minister for Magic was going to have to be brought around to Harry’s way of
thinking. Where they stood seemed to be a good neutral ground, so Harry cast a
permanency charm on the chairs, the table, the tea set, and then, as he and
Dumbledore walked several paces from the area, hid the entire conjuring under a
disillusionment charm. That would keep any stray Muggles away and keep it
prepared for the meetings that he knew he would have to have.

As the Archmage and
his protégé prepared to apparate away, the younger wizard looked at his mentor.
“Albus? For what it’s worth, I am sorry I hurt you. I
have always loved as a father or an uncle. Will you forgive me for my
obstinance?”

“Harry, will you forgive an old man his mistakes in not
realizing the power of young love? Will you forgive me for not realizing that I
could never make you choose between me and the women you love?”

“You never had to ask, Professor. I’ve already forgiven you.” Fighting back tears, Harry apparated home.

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Triangle Disease - Part II

“The practice will be good for you, Ithink, Harry. Can you do it wandlessly?”

“The practice will be good for you, I
think, Harry. Can you do it wandlessly?”