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Molly Makes Things Right	By : DevilKiwi Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 104811 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Molly Makes Things Right

Posted August 24, 2013

Chapter One, Part 3(Final)

The End of the Beginning of Something Amazing

Arthur sat, on the edge of his seat in a comfortable wicker chair. He lay back, nude, arms akimbo on the armrests, his engorged member being tended to by Ausanat, a muggle Thai woman of about twenty. Her full-lipped mouth glided over his cock, engulfing it expertly from tip to base as the head dove deep into her throat, her tongue massaging the underside of his shaft with a care only a skilled fellatrix could accomplish. As she continued to please her benefactor, her hands were pleasing herself; one hand sensually massaging her small tit, the other slowly rubbing her drooling pussy.
As Ausanat made love to his dick with her mouth, Arthur watched, with great pleasure, as his wife was being tended to by the woman's three younger brothers.
Her three, significantly, younger brothers.
Molly was on her hands and knees, with one of the boys, Thanarat, no older than twelve, beneath her, pounding her sloppy cunt with reckless abandon, her copious fluids splashed across his thighs in great squirts, while he was squeezing, groping her fabulous, hanging and huge tits, and sucking on her nipples with as much force as his lungs would allow.
Behind her, the boy's slightly older thirteen year old brother, Erawan, was thrusting mercilessly into her ass, the slap of his hips into her glorious ass cheeks bringing Arthur nothing but joy. Her plump derriere was also being grabbed by the handful and spanked periodically as his magically lengthened cock, the same process as his brothers, penetrated her sucking, fist-tight asshole.
The third and final brother, Pakhdi, stood in front of Molly, his ten year old, ten inch pole being sucked by a mouth so expert at its task, she might as well have invented the blowjob. She moaned and screamed around his cock as she twisted her head this way and that as she took him to the root, varying the degree of suction from one of the young boy's thrusts to the next. His small hands on either side of her head were unknowingly massaging her scalp, heightening her already peaked level of pleasure.
The couple had come across the quartet during a vacation to Thailand in the mid eighties; their parents were trying sell them to a sex trafficker to be pimped out to wealthy foreign businessmen, when Molly made the wretches an offer they couldn't refuse. Aquiring the papers to emigrate them to England had been easier than they expected, but that may have been due to the bribes they were willing to pay to take them to the isle of their birth.
Ausanat, fifteen at the time, was easily capable of caring for the three children and was quickly learning english to help with acclimatizing to their new homeland. Arthur paid for them to live in a cottage a few miles from The Burrow, so that they were always in touch when the children needed them. Molly had a house elf bought to take care of anything they could possibly need, and the creature fell in love with them shortly after being indentured to their service.

The almost nightmare of being a sex-slave worker was overshadowed by the dream-life they were living, and it was all thanks to the Weasley's kind nature. Ausanat quickly found herself falling in love with the pale, ginger-haired man, developing a crush that the Weasley matriarch was happy to allow to come to fruition, climaxing in their union as man and girl.
Molly took pictures.
The boys found Molly to be better mother than their own, and loved her without reservation. While She was more than willing to keep them pure and innocent for as long was feasible, they happened to stay awake one evening when they were entertaing(and entering) Ausanat with a threesome, when they decided to let the boys have a little fun of their own. Molly was more than happy to oblige them.
Such glorious memories.
As Arthur watched his wife being gangbanged by three (Very) underage boys with a smile and a soft sigh, a single thought escaped from the haze of sexual bliss that clouded the room like a thick fog.
Life cannot get better than this.

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Within two days, of their rather unique introductions in the Hogwarts entrance hall, they began dating. For many of their friends, seeing Molly and Arthur together so quickly seemed as though it was love at first sight. And, to be honest, it was.
They quickly begin to explore their fetishes and divulging their secrets and fantasies.
Two years after graduating Hogwarts, they were married and they couldn't be happier, despite their various hardships. Work had initially been a hard thing to come by; even though they were both from old pureblood families, neither were what you would call "prestigious".
At least work in the magical world had been hard to find. In the muggle world, work happened to be plentiful. And it paid very, very well, if you knew where to look…

Two months after they married, and they were still living with his parents in the Weasley homestead. Despite being purebloods, prefects for fifth and sixth year, while holding the top marks and were head boy and girl for their year, they could find no work worth doing for ones such as themselves.
They had both tried to acquire gainful employment in many different fields, but met with rejection at every turn for seemingly the most mundane reasons.

Molly had tried out to be a cook at a well-known and highly frequented restaurant in Diagon Alley, more than willing to start at ground level and work her way up, but the head chef had found her lacking in one department: her gender. The portly man had found her being female to be a rather unsavory characteristic for a cook under his tutelage. While this might be true, her lack of status in certain social circles was the main reason for her being denied employment.
While Molly was getting the bad news from the chef, Arthur was being told no from a guildmaster who specialized in modernizing magical enchantments and creating new magical items for the average magical’s everyday use. Arthur’s lack of “experience” in the field had been the reason for his dismissal. What wasn’t said, though, was that he failed to have the proper connections needed to gain access to the guilds resources and training.
As the days passed, so too did the rejections from seemingly every field of work in magical Britain.
Cook. Artificer. Cobbler. Seamstress. Apothecary. Bookseller. Journalist. Mediwizard/witch. Auror. Spellmaker. All of these ended in failure, and all were from primarily the same reason: they didn’t have the proper connections.
After another failed attempt at finding a job, Arthur had decided to have a walk in the muggle world for a bit, get his head on right before heading home. He needed to find something that he could do (which was quite a lot actually), that paid at least moderately well (which there were next to none; at least for purebloods of his class).
Walking down the street on that chilly December evening, he walked past a great many people, coming and going, shopping for the holidays or just enjoying the night air and the cool, crisp weather.
As he made his way down the sidewalk, making a circuit around a neighborhood park, head down in shame that he could not find a means with which to provide for his family, he took notice of a pair of men talking amongst themselves in what they had tried to be on the quiet side, but soon became rather loud.

“Come on, Ollie!”, one of them whined at the other, “You said that you was a go for this mate! Why the sudden cold feets then, eh?”
“Fuck all, Edgar! I thought you were makin’ a legitimate film, bruv!", Ollie spat in a hoarse whisper. "Weren’t but a moment ago that I get a ring that it’s to be a fuckin’ porno! A fuckin' porno, mate! I’ll not be havin’ it on me damn resume, I won’t! Christ Almighty, mate! I can’t, Ed, I just can’t do it.”
“Dammit, Ollie! Yer leavin’ me out here, pissin’ in the fucking wind, mate! ‘The fuck am I going to get to do the camera work now!? The shoot’s to begin in three hours!”
For a moment, neither man said anything and Arthur was beginning to think that that was the end of it, but then Edgar looked to his friend, desperation clear on his face, and said, “I’ll pay you double! Double what I promised! In cash, Ollie, I fuckin swear it mate!”
For a moment, it looked like Ollie was going to go for it, the promise of double pay almost enough to persuade him, but after a few seconds thought, he shook his head.
“Sorry, Ed, I can’t. You’re going to have to find another bloke to do your camera work. I’m married, Ed, I can’t be doing this; she’d leave me if she ever found out and it’d break me mum’s heart if she found out, and you know how secrets like this stay hidden. It’d get out quicker than either of us could spit, and I’d be fuckin ruined, mate. Sorry.”
Edgar sighed and his shoulders sagged, “S’all right, mate. I understand. I do. Ga'wan then, Ollie. Give Muriel my love. And for pete's sake, mate, offer up a prayer for me. Cuz if this falls through, I'm fuckin' ruined I am. Jaysis, will I be ruined."
"I will Ed, promise."
With a brief moment of silent contemplation between two good friends, Ollie gave Ed a nod, and made his way home. Edgar walked, with all the enthusiasm of a man to the gallows, to a nearby bench and sat heavily upon it, before burying his head into his hands.
As he watched Ollie walk away, and Edgar stew in his own misery, Arthur wasn't completely certain, but he felt like an oppertunity was trying to slap him in the face. He wasn't sure what a porno was, but if there was an offer for double pay, or at least a possibility for double pay...Not sure if he could pass it up, whatever it was, he summoned up his inner Gryffindor Courage, and pushed on.
"Er, sorry to be a bother, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with your companion. Something about a, um, porno, was it?", ending in a hushed whisper.
Edgar slowly lifted his head from his hands and raised his gaze to see a short, red-headed man, with an aire of innocence. He wasn't sure what it was that he wanted, but he looked like one of those pious, religous nutters.
"Shite in a bag n' punch it...Heard that did ya? What of it then? Come to give me a line from the bible that I'm fuck all doomed and already on my way to Hell? Well, if that's what your on about, then -"
"Oh! No! No, no, no. I'm, uh, not really the religious type. No, I was curious about the, um, oppertunity, you were offering your friend."
"Oh? Oh!"
"Indeed. You see, I find myself without an expendable income, or rather any income at all, and am in need of work, so long as it's, you know, not something illegal."
"No, it isn't illegal, but it is somewhat...frowned upon, I guess you could say."
"Hmm...well, so long as it isn't against the law, I don't much care what it is, so long as it isn't humiliating, and pays moderately well. That being said, what does this job entail?"
"You won't be doing too much. Ya see, I'm making a film-"
"A moving picture?"
"Er, yeah, moving picture. Anyway, I'm making a film, an adult film, and I find myself in need of a cameraman."
Arthur looked pensive for a moment. While he knew what it was, and had seen them used before, he wasn't sure how to operate one of these muggle cameras.

Seeing the confusion on the ginger man's face, Ollie stood up and offered his hand to him and said, "No worries, mate. We'll get you trained up right proper. Edgar didn't know how to use it either. It's easy peasy, lemon squeazy."
Arthrur didn't know what that meant, but how hard could it be?

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As it turns out, not hard at all.
"Yer doing good, mate, damn good. Now, zoom in just a pinch...aaaannnndd...yes! Perfect! Fuck! Artie, are ya sure ya've never done this before? Yer a fuckin' natural, man!"
Arthur knelt at the edge of a circular bed, camera on his shoulder, lens zoomed into the dripping, swollen-pink pussy of Stella, a tight little slip of a girl. She was currently getting plowed by some John Holmesian bloke that he didn't bother to get the name of.
She lay half on the bed, legs hanging over, screaming into the matress as the bloke pounded into her with loud, resounding slaps.

Without being told, he slowly, steadily crept around to her face, flushed a deep rosy pink, as she drooled and screamed out her pleasure, her eyes almost rolling into the back of her head.
Ollie was watching it on a close circuit television, his dick so hard he could stab holes in concrete. What Arthur was caturing with his magic eye was nothing short of perfect. He somehow knew when to shift the camera to a given angle to get the best shot possible. It was awe inspiring.
Half an hour later, it was over; the film segment completed with time and film to spare. There would three more before the film as a whole was completed, but, if they managed to finish the rest as fast as the first, Ollie would be shitting gold bricks of pure joy.
"Arthur, I got to say, mate, that was some spectacular camera work. I've never been that hard after a shoot, ever."
"Er, glad to help with that I guess."
"Ha! Sorry about that, didn't mean to embarrass ya."
The two men sat at the far end of a bar in a in a run down pub, nursing a second round of beers.
"So", Ollie began nervously, "What did ya think? Something you'd consider doing fulltime?"
Arthur thought about it for a moment; he wanted to say yes, his voyeuristic fetishes all but demanding it. But, he knew why he couldn't, at least not yet.

"I can't."
Ollie was about to voice his complaints, and possibly even a little begging, but Arthur interrupted him before he could even get any steam.

"I didn't say that I wouldn't, but that I can't; leastwise not yet. I've got to take it up with the wife first."
Ollie sagged into himself, resigned to the fact that he was going to have to get a new cameraman, who was, hopefully, half as competent as Arthur was.

The ginger-haired man looked at his companion and had to fight not to laugh. If only he knew Molly, then he would happier than a pig in shit. He clapped a hand on Ollie's shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze.
"Calm yourself, Ollie. It'll be alright. I'm sure she'll be fine with it. Don't worry; It'll work out. Trust me."

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Needless to say, Molly was ecstatic! That he was able to find a very well paying job(despite the fact that it was a muggle one) was spectacular; the fact that it was one as a cameraman for an adult film maker was simply icing on the cake.
Arthur's camera work instantly made him a success in the adult film world, which translated into deeper and deeper pockets. As he became more and more successful in the muggle world, his mind was ever working on how to bridge the gap from muggle to magical when it comes to matters of an adult nature. He and Ollie managed to build an empire that almost rivaled some American porn magnates.
The Weasley's now had significant liquid assets, which were used to buy gold, which was then turned into magical galleons via Gringotts.

For the first time in centuries, the Weasleys were actually wealthy.
It was shortly after their second child was born, Charlie, that they decided they needed to secure their place in the magical world.
Surprisingly enough, it was Molly who came up with the idea to open up a magical adult book store, something that, as unbelievable as it was, had not been done before. They aquired a deed to a shop in one of the offshoot alleys to Diagon -with help from a loan from the goblins- and filled it with all manner of things from the muggle world, with a magical twist; something that Arthur had considerable knowledge of, and great skill at creating.
Self-fucking dildos and cock-sleeves. Vibrating cock rings, anal beads, over 25 different types of lubrication, lingerie, pornographic magazines(both moving and non; there were even interactive ones with sound!), adult novelties and all manner of devices for slaking one's lusts, and fulfilling their fetishes to their hearts delight.

The initial test trials for the toys had been overwhelmingly positive, and with everything else coming into place, all that was left was naming their store. It came quite easy to them.
So, their store...

Ginger's Adult Novelties Emporium

(For the Discerning and Discrete Witch and Wizard)

...was born.

Within a year, they had made back both their, and Gringotts, investments twofold.
Both Molly and Arthrur were careful to keep their names out the store so as not to taint their image in the eyes of the public, which could be detrimental were it known that it was theirs. At least at first.
The store catered to everyone that desired to reach the heights of pleasure, and all manner of magical folk entered it's doors; from the freshest muggleborn, to the high society purebloods from the most ancient and noble familes as well. With so many of the elite buying their ecstacy inducing wares, there was little worry of a backlash; the amount of blackmail material pair was able to build against their enemies was staggering, and so quickly too! (Who knew Narcissa Malfoy found realistic inflatable dolls in the form of young boys, with unnaturally large breasts, so titilating?)
Business for the loving couple boomed; even at the height of the war against The Dark Lord Voldemort, sales only slacked marginally. Why, they skyrocketed, surprisingly, after his fall; apparently no longer having the pall of impending doom made folks quite randy!
By Ginny's birth (which, after seven children, they decided would be their last) they found themselves having quite the fortune, rivaling that of the Malfoys, and almost as high as the Potters, or at least their son...bad business what happened to them. Bad business indeed. Thankfully, their son managed to defeat the Dark Lord shortly after they were killed. The Weasleys had tried to send the young man gift baskets as thanks, but they were always returned.
Ah well, they would be able to do it in person soon, what with him starting Hogwarts the same year as their youngest son, Ron. With any luck, they would be fast friends; young Ron gets so lonely sometimes...

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Pakhdi gave a high pitched squeal that turned into a scream, his legs wobbling nigh uncontrollably as his cock began to spill its load deep into her belly. One, two, three shots filled the hebephile's chubby tummy, before he stumbled back a step or two, grabbing hold of his throbbing member and jerking the rest of his spend on her flushed, sex-glazed face. She sighed as the young boy fisted his cock's sweet cream onto her nose, forehead and lips, moaning as he rubbed his helmeted mushroom-tip across her face and sweat-slicked hair. When he was fully spent, her lips pulled the head back into her hungry mouth, sucking and licking, her tongue swirling around and across his shaft, ensuring it was clean of everything save her saliva.
Watching his brother come, and feeling Mama Molly cum herself, the already tight ring of her sphincter squeezing around his length, Erawan gave a few more pounding thrusts before he slammed his dong deep into her colon, spraying the inside of her ass with his jism. His fuck batter splattering deep in her shithole caused the already cumming Molly to seize up as she came again, lengthening his own orgasm by some time. When he finally ran dry, he slumped forward a bit, before taking a few steps to the side and falling on his back, panting heavily. He very much loved her asshole; it was his perfect piece of heaven.
Thanarat was still going strong, stuffing Molly's cunt with as much cock as he could give her. He was sweating profusely, panting in shallow breaths in conjunction with her cries of pleasure as she slammed back on to him, hips meeting hips, hot, throbbing cock meeting volcanic, drooling pussy. Despite his brothers already finishing inside her, he did his best to hold on, slowing down considerably as the two orgasms she experienced a moment ago almost brought him over the edge. While he loved fucking her up the ass, and getting one of her loving blowjobs, it was her pussy that he loved the best. The way it varied from light, loving grasp, to an undulating, rhythmic suction like sensation; he loved it all, and her quim could do it like no other. He loved the feeling of his magically lengthened cock as she squeezed around him, delighting in all the tricks that her glorious cunt could do. He was getting close again, time to slow down.
"Mama Molly", Pakhdi exclaimed, still standing in front of her, hugging her head to his crotch, "Mama Molly! I wanna try it again! Can I ride your pink pickle?"

Molly laughed gaily; she was delighted in the pleasures that these boys were willing to experience with her, and her favorite was Pakhdi. The young Thai boy loved to both ride and be ridden by her, taking immense joy in all forms of sexual gratification. "Of course dearie! Just give us a moment, ok? We need to reposition ourselves."
"OK!"
"Arthur", she began to ask of her husband, that beautiful man that made her the happiest woman alive, as she rolled to her back, pulling Thanarat atop her, "Could you bring my pickle out of her jar? I seem to have misplaced my wand."
"With pleasure Mollywobbles!", he exclaimed, bringing his wand to bear, pointing it at her distended clitoris, engorged to the size of a large grape from frequent magical manipulation. Not that she minded; dear heavens no! The pleasure it brought, as it got bigger, grew with its size.
"Appendi Engorgio."
The bright, pussy-pink light shot from his wand to her clit, instantly bringing the fleshy nub to a nice length of five inches. Thanarat leaned back, resting on the tops of his feet, slowly, lovingly, thrusting into Molly's love tunnel with his magically fattened member, small hands caressing the inside of her thighs. Pakhdi stepped over her big fleshy belly until he was astride her, facing her recently grown clit-cock, his own penis resting limply between the valley of her awesome, marshmallow soft, 40 HH titties, her breasts having grown significantly from having seven children. The youngest brother leaned forward and spread his lips, his mouth sucking the tip of her magically grown love button slowly into his waiting mouth. Swirling his tongue around the end of her fleshy nub, he sucked her deeper into his hungry maw, lovingly licking and gently gnawing on the pink girl meat.
Molly screamed aloud at the sheer sinful pleasure of it all, climaxing again around Thanarat's pole, his slow thrusts the only thing keeping him from filling her womb with baby batter.
Pakhdi, finding her "Pink Pickle" to be sufficiently lubricated, rose to his feet, replacing one foot with the other on either side of her belly, and slowly lowered his tender little asshole until his rosebud was touching the tip of her swollen clit. Relaxing his sphincter, he plunged down till his young, developing butt cheeks smacked against her hips. He groaned loudly, his limp tool once more beginning to harden. Once he felt comfortable with her inside him, he began to rise and lower himself, inches at a time, until he was slapping down on her twice; once with his ass, the other when his cock smacked against her belly.
Arthur, coming back to himself a bit, looked down at the gorgeous Thai girl lovingly sucking his cock and decided it was time that he made Ausanat feel as good as he was. At least as good as he was.
Placing a hand on either side of her face and gently pulled her mouth off his member, he leaned down and kissed her soundly. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting his cock on the inside walls of her cheeks. She brought her own hands up and grasped his forearms tightly, not wanting the man she loved to ever let her go. She knew she was the other woman, but when Molly accepted her, and made her feel as loved as Arthur did, she didn't think it mattered too much. The occasions that the both of them made love to her, having them both inside her, pumping in and out at a deliciously slow pace, their hands gently caressing and massaging her, one kissing her delectable, full lips while the other kissed and licked the back of her neck or nibbled on her ears...Bliss. There was no other word for what she felt.
Arthur leaned back breaking the kiss, while Ausanat cutely tried to follow his lips, whimpering at their loss of contact with her own.
"Up, Ausie", he whispered playfully, as he carefully pulled her up to a standing position; and with good reason. As she first rose fully on her knees and then to her feet, it became obvious why, when her belly cleared the space between his knees; her big, hard, and very pregnant belly that was filled with life, the life that the two of them made together. Ausanat couldn't be happier that she was going to have Arthur's baby.
The only person happier than her was Molly, who couldn't wait for the baby to be born, so that she could spoil it rotten(as she had Ausanat's three younger brothers) as an aunty was meant to do. It was her right after all. It was Molly who had begged Arthur to give the young Thai woman a child of her own, as proof of their love for her. The tears that Ausanat shed that day were from sheer joy.
Arthur turned the beautiful muggle girl around and sat her upon his lap, his cock slipping into her drooling folds with practiced ease. She cooed quietly as she made her descent, his hot pole filling her with both pleasure as well s fathomless happiness. When her pussy lips kissed the base of his cock, she leaned back until the hot skin of his sweaty chest met her equally slicked back, sighing happily as she relaxed against him.
His hands came around, resting on her hard, baby-swollen belly and caressed the skin with a loving delicacy, tracing unseen lines up to her milk filled tits, gently cupping and squeezing the soon to be mother's mammaries, grasping her diamond hard nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisting them this way and that, sending shocks of torturous pleasure coursing through her. Soon his hands were once again on the move, bringing his playful fingertips back down, past her stomach, inside her thighs to her fur lined mound stuffed with his cock. Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling him down so that she she could kiss those lips she loved so much.
Needing more from him, more pleasure, more of his moans and caresses, more of his sweet, pink tongue inside her mouth, she brought her feet to his thighs and began to pump her tight Thai pussy on him in long loving strokes. Ausanat leaned to his left, pulling his face to hers, their lips meeting and breaking apart for the sole purpose of breathing, only to meet once more and continue the cycle.
For long minutes that felt like hours they did this; their lips meeting in playful combat as their tongues dueled, her tight ass meeting his hips, his roaming hands finally resting on her petite breasts, doing things to them that made her moan into his mouth for more. They made sweet love together, and as they did so, Molly and her brothers continued their deliciously sinful activities.
But all good things must come to an end, and thankfully that end was explosively pleasurable.
"Artur! Artur! COMING!", Ausanat screamed out as her inner walls rippled around his cock, her face and upper chest down to her nipples flush with the exertion of her orgasm. The stimulation too much for him, his dong belched forth his seed into her demanding pussy, feeding the maw with what it desired most.
Not more than a few seconds after, Pakhdi screamed out girlishly, his long, thick cockmeat shooting his white hot jism all over Molly's belly, tits and face, his tight, ten-year-old asshole squeezing up and down the length of her magically enlarged clit, that, combined with Thanarat's own fat schlong stuffing her fully (and scratching her g-spot vigorously), gave her another earth shattering orgasm. This time, the young thai boy fucking her couldn't hold on, filling her deeply with his baby-making cum.
For several long moments, the room was silent, save for the loud panting from the orgy's participants. When everyone was finally breathing normally, Molly, tired from the gangbang she recieved from her three, delightfully overzealous young lovers, managed to get their attention by saying, "Okay Darlings! It's getting time for bed; let's go get a bath and then it's off to dreamland. School starts tomorrow, and I want you all up bright and early!"

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DEAR! FUCKING! GOD!

It's been over a year?!

Fucking hell, this just sucks.

I'm not going to lie; this was a pain to write. A lot of the ideas just weren't fleshing out together at all, and it took so damn long to get it to where everything was flowing semi-seamlessly.

I've already got the idea for the next chapter fleshed out, now I just need to write it. Hopefully it will come out faster than this one did. For those curious about the Weasley's Thai family, they won't be making too much of an appearance from this point on; they were just a convenient plot point, telling you, the reader, that even though they're adults now, their perversions and fetishes are still a big part of them.

Anyway, with the end of this chapter I'll be up to the initial train ride to Hogwarts, and, with everything that was put into this chapter, it will mean that I won't have to go into as many flashbacks as I would have otherwise; I'll still probably have to, in order to fill up any plot holes along the way, but I'll keep them to a minimum.
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