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CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR

On Wednesday night, the group gathered again in the Room of Requirement. They were not surprised to see Grace Potter walk in with three new members who ended up being the soul mated pair of Fay Dunbar and Justin Finch-Fletchley as well as her Slytherin friend, Mafalda Prewett, whose soul mate was Roy Vizant, a handsome Slytherin sixth year she was too afraid to talk to. Neville was honestly glad to see Fay in the room with them. Ever since her show of support the day before, they found themselves talking more all through class today.

“Not that we’re not welcoming to new members, but, Grace, you can’t keep bringing in new people all of the time,” Ginny remarked.

“Why not? Everyone deserves to know who their soul mate is!” Grace said, happily, flopping down in Mafalda’s lap.

“How do you keep doing it anyway?” Blaise asked curiously. “Aren’t Snape and Dumbledore the only ones with the equipment?”

“Yes,” Grace said slyly. “I snuck into Snape’s office to do mine!” She shot Astoria a meaningful look that the blond ignored. “Anyway, I figured the chances of breaking back in were low so I put a few drops of the ink into an empty phial then brought it to Mafalda! She’s about as smart as Hermione, you know!”

“Is she now?” Draco said doubtfully, eying the strawberry blond witch beneath Grace.

“Mhm!” Grace chirped. “Anyway, she was able to figure out how Snape made the ink. But even that failed, so I had to steal the quill for a few days to let Mafalda study it. Then she replicated it, cast the proper spells on the replica, and presto! We were good to go after that!”

“Why cast the spells on it if you replicated it?” Blaise asked confusedly.

“Replicating magical objects will lessen the strength of the power in the replica,” Mafalda said quietly. “I wanted to make sure it worked right. I undid the damage, so to speak, on the replica, recast the spells, and it was perfect.”

“But why replicate it if you had to remove the magic from it anyway?” Blaise asked.

“Because it was a special quill. It was made differently than your average one, without the magical properties. I didn’t want to take the chance that the creation played an important role in how it worked, so I replicated it,” Mafalda explained with a shrug.

“Oh, Okay,” Blaise said, still looking unsure, but seeming to accept that he wouldn’t get much more information.

“So you have your own means of finding out a person’s soul mate?” Draco asked incredulously.

“Yep!” Grace said happily.

“I’m surprised more people don’t know then,” Ginny muttered.

“Hey! I can keep a secret,” Grace huffed.

The occupants of the room all just stared at her until she blushed then grinned sheepishly.

“So, why is your friend just now joining us if she’s known for so long?” Daphne asked.

“Oh, Mafalda just isn’t into group activities all that much, but I asked her to at least give it a try. So, here we are!”

“I actually expected more than this,” Mafalda said quietly, glancing around.

The group was at one of its lower points tonight. Hermione was hiding in her books again while Harry had one of those longer meetings with Snape. Seamus and Ron had detention while Megan and Susan stayed behind in their common rooms to comfort Hannah, who was reeling from a recent fight with her husband. Morag and Luna, to the amusement of most, were having a date in the Astronomy Tower.

“Not everyone comes all the time,” Grace assured her. “Harry’s usually here because his ‘meetings’ with Snape are usually scheduled before or after ours. But, once or twice a week, he and Snape fuck so he doesn’t show up. Too busy getting his brains buggered out.”

“Ugh, gross,” Ginny muttered.

“Did not want that mental image,” Draco groaned.

“Honestly, she’s said worse about them,” Blaise shrugged.

“And you wonder why I never wanted to come to these things,” Mafalda muttered.

“Wait. Harry and Snape?” Fay asked, eyes wide.

“Mhm,” Daphne said.

“You didn’t even tell them, Grace?” sighed Ginny.

“Well, I can only remember so much at one time!” Grace huffed. “But, yeah. Harry’s knocked up with Snape’s kid. They’ve been boffing each other since the end of summer. You can’t tell anyone though, okay?”

“I don’t think anyone would believe me,” Fay said faintly.

“That’s sort of…sick,” Justin said, looking horribly disturbed.

“So, you two can keep secrets, right?” Ginny pushed.

“Sure, I guess,” Justin said uncomfortably. “But…Well…Isn’t it wrong?”

“Very wrong. But not much we can do about it,” shrugged Cedric. “It’s best just to not think about it, really.”

“Err…Right. Sorry.”

“Ahem,” Cedric said, standing. “Grace, you might want to explain to your friends everything with a bit more detail. But, I do want to say that after looking at everything I could find, I have decided that I will definitely attempt the Transfer.”

“Woo-hoo!” exclaimed Daphne, who had already heard the news.

“Oh, really?” Draco asked, surprised. “No offense, but I half expected it to be too hard to even risk once you read up on it more.”

“Well, it is a bit tricky in that there isn’t much information dedicated to Fetal Transfers. But, the procedure as described in the books, while complicated, looks manageable. I would appreciate all of the help I could get, though.”

“I wouldn’t mind being there to help oversee things,” Mafalda said, raising her hand.

“Really?” Cedric asked skeptically. “What year are you in?”

“Third year. With Grace,” Mafalda replied, sitting taller. “But I make very good grades. I’m very confident I could be of some service.”

“She really is super smart!” Grace offered. “She’s just as good as Hermione, I swear it!”

“That’s possible?” Ginny muttered.

“Look, it’s not as if I’ll be performing the Transfer myself. It can’t hurt to have as much help as possible,” Mafalda replied logically.

“I…Well, that’s true,” Cedric said, scratching his head then turning to Neville. His soul mate shrugged with an uncertain look towards the young Slytherin. He didn’t know much about Mafalda Prewett but she did have a point. Cedric needed all of the help he could get with this! The idea that an unqualified wizard was going to perform such a complicated procedure was terrifying. He knew his boyfriend was beyond scared to do so, but felt obligated to help them out. As he explained it last night, Harry did have a point with his arguments for the Transfer. He would have felt more comfortable with Madam Pomfrey, or a licensed healer, doing it, but understood why Harry was reluctant to let anyone else know. He also knew that Madam Pomfrey would never agree to it. Neville was a bit aggravated with his friends for making Cedric feel like he had to do this, but knew there was no use in bringing it up. Everyone had already made up their minds about it.

“Meet us here during dinner tomorrow.”

Almost every day Severus had the great misfortune of attempting to get along with the Boy Who Lived. Dumbledore could be pleased with himself, as both wizards had learned some form of restraint. Severus still didn’t like the boy, nor did he believe Potter was harboring any fondness for him. They tolerated each other in hopes of strengthening their bond. Agreeing to a Soul Bond with Harry Potter was likely the worst mistake of his life, right behind joining the Death Eaters. There was no use fussing about it now as the damned thing was unbreakable. The only thing that really made the whole thing worth it was being able to fuck the boy now and then. While Potter was still insisting on being able to top every other time, Severus had, by now, learned to make the most of his turn while blocking out the repulsiveness whenever it was his soul mate’s.

Unfortunately, while tonight was his turn to top, Severus had a difficult time getting into it. Ever since the boy had the gall to bring up his condition last night, it was all he could think about. This gawky teenage boy was carrying his children. It was still the strangest concept he had to deal with, as well as one of the most unpleasant. Why on earth the child thought he could care for babies, especially at a time like this, was beyond him and, quite frankly, absurd. Severus, himself, already made very clear that he had no intentions of partaking in the children’s lives.

He was not meant to be a father. Dumbledore had a nice laugh, contradicting him by pointing out how fate must be trying to tell him something since he managed to impregnate his very male lover. Then there was the fact that the triplets, somehow, managed to survive what should have been a lethal mix of potions in Potter’s body, at least to the fetuses, as well as the injuries he sustained during battle. It was all highly coincidental to Severus. Or, perhaps, fate was playing a cruel prank on the both of them. However, he believed it unfair that anyone should pressure him into playing daddy to children he never intended to have, or wanted, in the first place. He could admit to wanting them to disappear for selfish reasons. But, really, what kind of father could he be? As a teacher, he was despised and could honestly say he felt the same for the brats he had the misfortune of teaching. He had no real parental influences to draw from. If the little monsters managed to be born, they would be lucky not to have Severus Snape in their lives and he, likewise, would be lucky to not have to deal with filthy nappies or pathetic wailing.

Thoughts of those children being born made his stomach churn and his blood boil. Who did Potter think he was bringing children into this world? They were in the middle of a war! They’d be better off dying in the womb rather than suffering whatever torments the Death Eaters or Voldemort himself might inflict upon the offspring of the Chosen One. Then there was the obvious fact that Potter was far too young and naïve to care for himself, let alone three helpless beings. It was all he could think of when Potter showed up and it took all of his willpower not to stand there and screech at the boy until he saw sense.

Instead, he immediately drew the boy down onto his couch, ripped his clothes away, then set about performing phenomenal fellatio on the undeserving brat. Unable to help but notice, his rounding stomach was another big turn off that he grimaced at as he took the boy’s hardness into his mouth, sucking brutally while gripping his hips. There was no teasing tonight. Hopefully, giving the boy oral sex would be enough to appease the bond, because he doubted he could get it up tonight. Halfway through, he summoned a phial of lubricant from his bedroom to slick up his fingers, entering one, two, then three into the boy’s anus to finger him while his mouth continued its relentless work. Potter was at least entertaining the way he bucked his hips as he gripped so tightly on the arm of the couch that his knuckles were white and his fingers had to be aching. Then those moans, gasps, and pleas for more were enough to boost any man’s ego.

By the time Potter shot his load into his mouth, Severus found himself achingly hard as well as pleasantly free from all of the troubles that had plagued him throughout the day.

Potter, being a surprisingly considerate spirit, pushed Severus back then sliding onto the floor on his knees, pushing his thighs apart. Clumsy fingers worked with the button but, being as impatient as he was, Severus slapped his hand away, making quick work of unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers, pulling them clean off to give the boy more room to play. The boy licked his lips as he watched, green eyes never moving from his erection once it was revealed. The moment Severus settled back into the couch, Potter was on him, hands grasping his thighs while that hot, deliciously wet mouth enclosed around the head of his cock. He hissed in pleasure, not daring to blink as he stared down at his soul mate.

While Severus had a certain finesse when it came to pleasing his partners, Potter had yet to learn any of it. His continued show of inexperience was oddly attractive, more so than the eagerness he put into each performance. Pink tongue lapped at his dick like it was ice cream, sucking and moaning all around it as though it was a particularly delicious piece of candy. Tonight, Severus decided he would have Potter swallow his come for the first time. He was curious to see if Potter would swallow it down like that butterbeer he never could get enough of. Maybe he’d ask, or rather beg, for more. In his wildest dreams, maybe, but it was a very nice thought.

Reaching forward, Severus ran his fingers through the wild mess of black hair he often ridiculed, enjoying its softness, loving even more the sight of his long fingers gripping that hair while Potter’s head bobbed up and down in his lap. It was nearly as good as the sight of soft pink lips stretched wide around his shaft or slick, firm tongue sliding all around it. It was even a pleasure when the boy pulled back for a breath, strings of saliva keeping his beautiful mouth connected to his cock while his hand took over the job, moving as furiously as it did when the boy was wanking himself. It was such a shame the boy had the tendency of keeping his eyes closed throughout. At least it seemed as though he did because he was too lost in the moment, too busy savoring it all to do otherwise. When his beautiful green eyes were open, they watched Severus just as intently as Severus watched him. They were such gorgeous eyes, even if they were stuffed into James Potter’s face. Just like emeralds in their bright green color, the way they shined, but filled with the burning warmth of passion that the cold stones could never achieve. Often Severus would command the boy open his eyes, at least towards the end, and found himself too captivated by his gaze to even glance at the rest of the arousing show.

Tonight, though, he asked for no such thing, content to go without the vision of green before coming. As it was the first night Potter would get to swallow his seed instead of having it emptied into his arse, he was more intent on seeing the boy’s reaction to it, to see just how well he did. When he felt his balls begin to tighten, he gave no sort of warning, not willing to risk the chance of the boy moving. Nor did he attempt any sort of nonverbal signal, as if the boy wouldn’t even understand what they meant. Instead, he let himself go, groaning loudly as he clenched the sides of the couch, forcing himself to keep his eyes open, on the boy’s face.

Beneath his hands he felt a jerk, as though Potter meant to pull away, but he didn’t need to keep the firm grip on his head to ensure he remained. Potter seemed to be restraining himself, forcing himself to remain, to swallow every last bit of the seed spilled into his mouth. Severus groaned again at the sight of it. He noticed the disgust at the taste, the choking as his soul mate struggled to get his throat to work properly, then the movement of his mouth as he began to get it right, only a small bit spilling out of the corners of his mouth.

The boy continued sucking once he was done. He understood why because, by some miracle, he managed to stay hard even after ejaculating. That hadn’t happened to him in a good few years. It seemed that tonight must have been their lucky night. Severus gripped the boy’s hair a bit more tightly then pulled him off, watching as Potter licked his lips, wrinkling his nose when he swiped more of the come into his mouth. His eyes were glued to his teacher’s proud erection.

“Didn’t you just…?”

Before Potter could finish his question, Severus reached down, grabbed him under the arms then hauled him into his lap. The Gryffindor fought for a moment, making it hard to keep a grip on him, but the boy relaxed fast when he realized no harm would come to him. Grateful that he had fingered the boy while pleasuring him earlier, he pulled the boy’s legs wide apart as he settled him into his lap. “Shall I teach you the reasons a man might remain erect after ejaculation or would you rather I taught you what good uses come of it?”

“Oh fuck. Fuck me,” the boy gasped, wiggling his hips anxiously.

“If you want it so badly, then take it,” Severus teased, sliding his tongue along his jaw.

“Mmm. Yes. Fuck,” Potter groaned, one hand resting on his shoulder while the other reached behind to take Severus’s cock into his hand, guiding himself down onto it. Both groaned loudly at the same time. The younger wizard’s hands clawed at his teacher’s shoulders while he, in turn, reached out to grab onto firm hips, bucking his body up into that wonderful tightness. Potter’s cock, trapped between them, was quickly growing in interest, pressing hard against his stomach.

He had a clever remark in mind about how the boy so clearly enjoyed taking it up the arse but, in a moment of perfect timing, as though he had known what Severus was planning, the boy leaned forward, kissing him deeply as he began to move his hips. The taste of his own come in another’s mouth didn’t bother him at all, unlike some people, so he kissed the boy back, pressing his tongue between his lips. Potter may have been a useless dunderhead at a great many things, mostly anything involving his brain, but excelled in most things that required physical work. Even a talented, needy bottom like Lucius was starting to dim in comparison to this mere child he despised above all others.

They were soul mates, after all. Maybe this sexual chemistry of theirs was the reason for it.

At some point in the proceedings, he went from encouraging Potter fucking himself on his cock to taking a tight grip on the boy’s hips while he slammed up into the willing body on top of him. The young wizard held on for the ride, letting out a constant stream of moans that grew louder and closer together before Potter gripped him tighter, that hot channel clenching almost painfully around him as he came all over his white button-up shirt. While the boy fell lax against him, he continued to pump up into him for another minute until he himself came, holding him tightly.

These were the hardest moments, coming down from the orgasmic high to the irritation of having the so-called ‘Chosen One’ clinging to him. Prophecy or no, if the public saw Potter the way Severus did, they would seriously question who they hailed as their hero. He wanted nothing more than to shove the boy away with some snide remarks that would make the strongest of men flinch. As they had come to an agreement to play nicer though, he bit them all back, letting his arms fall to the side so that the brat would understand that he was done.

In a moment slower than he would have liked, Potter pulled back, slid off of his lap, and lay down on the couch with a wide yawn. “Surely you’re not tired already?” he said sarcastically.

Potter’s bare foot moved over to his groin, smirking when he found his softened cock. “What’s it matter to you?”

Severus scowled then abruptly stood to search for his clothes. “I would hate to see how you adapted to a real night with me.”

“You’re not bad, Snape, but aren’t you overestimating yourself a bit?” Potter snorted.

He raised an eyebrow at the boy, but Harry’s eyes were closed so he couldn’t see it. Rolling his eyes, he pulled on his pants then his trousers. After a few moments of silence, the brat opened his eyes. “That wasn’t a challenge, was it? Because I think you’re pretty done for the night.”

Severus paused with his hands over the button of his trousers. The thrill of his words left him with no doubt that he could possibly get it up again before long, despite what they had already done. Even if he couldn’t naturally, he would cheat by use of potions if need be. Spending more time with Potter was never a good thing unless he got the fuck the boy senseless over and over again. Both did have classes in the morning, but it would be well worth it, he thought.

“If you are unsure of your own stamina, boy, you should leave now,” Severus warned, shoving his clothes back down. “Otherwise, I fear, you are in for a very long night.”

It was impossible to miss the lustful excitement filling the green eyes that followed his every step back to the couch.

Since the whole school realized just days ago that Neville and Cedric were together, things had been different. It hadn’t been as awful as they expected, though. People stared, whispered, pointed, and avoided, but no one had been outright mean.

Until Thursday afternoon, that was. Neville was just leaving his last class of the day, walking to meet his friends by the lake after leaving the greenhouses. He was halfway to his destination when he noticed them approaching. It was a group of Slytherins coming from the side, front, and behind him. Millicent, Crabbe, and Goyle had been in class with him, seeming to Neville they had been following him this whole time without his realizing it. Pansy and two girls he didn’t recognize came up on one side while Tracey Davis arrived on the other with three boys. Nott was coming straight towards him with the largest group of six other people. To his surprise, he learned that a few of the strangers were from other houses.

Nausea filled his stomach, but he swallowed hard, stood tall, continuing to walk. Neville was not going to let them know they scared him if he could help it. Nott only grinned, as though he knew the act he was playing.

“There’s the little fag. We’ve been looking for you,” Nott said.

“Don’t call me that,” Neville commanded, voice trembling.

“Awww. Poor girl doesn’t like to be told what she is,” giggled Pansy.

“I’m not a girl!” Neville snapped.

“We did have a hard time deciding which of you was the girl,” Tracey laughed. “Two pretty boys together, after all. We decided Diggory could be the man, though, since he’s the attractive one.”

“And you’re so fat we thought you wouldn’t have the stamina to give him a good fucking,” Pansy said with a wink.

“I’m not fat. And we haven’t done that,” Neville stammered, gulping as he neared Nott. He kept with his idea, though, and tried to walk right through them, hoping they would be shoved aside by his movement. Not so much. The group cackled as Neville fell back, landing on his rear painfully.

“Can’t blame Diggory for not wanting to touch you,” Nott sneered. “He could do much better, really.”

“It really is a shame he’s queer. I thought he was a decent bloke,” Tracey said.

“He’s a great wizard. I don’t see why being gay changes that,” Neville said.

“You don’t?” giggled Pansy.

“It’s wrong!” exclaimed one of the strangers from Ravenclaw, a plump girl with light brown hair. “Homosexuals are bad! I have a little sister who’s a first year! You can ruin your life if you want, but I won’t let you shove your depravity in her face! She might get the wrong idea.”

“Merlin forbid someone in this school learns acceptance,” Neville muttered. His face was bright red by now, having trouble looking anyone in the face, his body was trembling, but he wouldn’t give up. Coughing then taking a deep breath, he forced himself to speak louder. “I was always taught that love was a good thing. Something powerful.”

“It’s not love. It’s Dark,” claimed the Ravenclaw’s large Hufflepuff boyfriend. His fat jiggled as he jabbed his finger repeatedly in Neville’s direction. “You are polluting our school with your gayness.”

“I don’t really see how my personal life affects any of you,” Neville snapped. “There’s nothing wrong with Cedric and me. We are good people who really care about each other. Those are the only things that really matter.”

“You’re not good people! There is nothing good about a man loving another man!”

“Or fucking another man!” laughed someone else.

“You don’t care about each other. If you cared, you would try to help each other out of this disgusting lifestyle. All people like you care about are your perverted kinks!”

“It’s not like that!” Neville said loudly, calmly. “You don’t know me or him, so keep your mouths shut, okay? Now, let me through. I don’t feel like spending my afternoon with a group of judgmental…” He struggled a moment, not sure what to call them, wavering over anything too mean, before deciding on, “people.”

Above all of the angry chatter and cruel laughter was the sound of applause and cheering. Neville blinked in confusion until a glaring Nott was shoved aside. Blaise and Draco walked through, each grabbing one of Neville’s arms, leading him out of the angry circle to where his friends all stood, clapping, grinning madly then rushing towards him.

Daphne was the first to grab him, kissing all over his face then hugging him so tightly he felt as though he might pop. “You did so good, Nev! You stood up for yourself! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks,” he muttered, stunned.

“Way to go, Neville!” Seamus cheered.

Harry clapped his back. “That was great.”

It took him a moment to realize that Cedric was among them, waiting patiently for his friends to finish. When they had all finished, the brunette glanced up at the lingering Slytherins then smiled at Neville as he walked forward. To his pleasure, as well as surprise, Cedric cupped his face then leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Instantly, his hands shot up to grab his arms for support, whole body tingling pleasantly at the feel of warm, soft lips moving against his.

“WOO-HOO!” called out Daphne.

“Scum!” Millicent screamed.

“Get a room, you two!” Seamus laughed.

“Disgusting!” shouted Pansy.

“Beautiful!” Grace cheered.

“Filthy faggots!” Nott bellowed.

“Those dirt-licking Slytherins are done,” Seamus growled, pulling out his wand. Ron followed him towards the group. Neville and Cedric quickly pulled away to see Harry, Blaise, Draco, and Grace start to follow them. Seeing Professors Black, McGonagall, and Sinistra coming out of the castle, though, Daphne quickly shouted out a warning, reaching out to pull Grace back. The others noticed then stopped, only Ron and Seamus still charging forward.

A few hexes were thrown, though it was hard to tell who had done what to whom. McGonagall shouted angrily while Sirius ran down the hill, using his own wand to shove the Slytherins and Gryffindors apart. Cedric grabbed Neville’s hand while the adults fussed at their students, assigning detentions to Seamus, Ron, Nott, Millicent, and Crabbe. When that was done, Sinistra stayed to talk to the Slytherins while Sirius and McGonagall turned to them.

“Harry, Grace, what happened?” Sirius asked. Grace stepped forward to hug him while Harry explained.

“Diggory, Longbottom,” McGonagall said, wearing a frown of disapproval. Neville suddenly felt dread fill his heart. “You are aware of the rules between staff and students?”

“Um,” Neville said, glancing uncertainly at Cedric. All he really knew was the rule that applied to teachers. But did that extend to all of the staff? Did Cedric even count as Hogwarts staff? He was a student himself, wasn’t he? After all, he was still in medical training under Madam Pomfrey though he did work with her, help her with things, too.

“I thought not,” she sighed. “As it is, the headmaster had chosen to allow the relationship to continue. But you must be careful. I would also strongly advise against such obvious displays.” She looked pointedly to their linked hands. Neville let go, but Cedric held on. Her gaze softened. “You are good young wizards, gentlemen. I wouldn’t want any harm to come to either of you. Do try to be more discreet.”

Neville wasn’t sure if she spoke for her own disagreement with their sexuality or because of the issue of student-staff relationships. He nodded numbly, however, without a word as Cedric did the same. Looking appeased, McGonagall turned to question Fay and Justin about the incident while Sirius continued asking the others.

Cedric rubbed his thumb soothingly over Neville’s hand before carefully letting go of it. He frowned at the emptiness of the feeling, turning to face his boyfriend. “I asked Poppy for the afternoon off so I can get ready for the Transfer tonight. I also thought we might spend some time together?”

He grinned, unable to help himself. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Nothing specific, just you,” Cedric assured him, glancing quickly up at McGonagall before taking up his hand then pressing his lips to the top of it. Neville blushed, squirming where he stood while glancing uncomfortably around them. Cedric only chuckled as he let go again. “Shall we?”

“Shall we what? I thought you didn’t know what we were doing.”

“We can walk around until we figure it out,” Cedric suggested with a shrug, offering his handsome smile that never ceased to make Neville feel like he was melting.

“Sure, alright,” he said breathlessly, sticking close to the older wizard as he led him away.

That night, members of the so-called ‘Soul Mates Club’ gathered for the first time outside of the Room of Requirement. The room was being used for the Transfer. It was nerve-wracking for almost everyone, considering the group had become close over the past months spent together. They got along so much so, in fact, that they had begun meeting more and more frequently. While Ginny had barely known them before, she now sat with Megan, Fay, and Luna, reading today’s copy of the Daily Prophet for what had to be the hundredth time. It was the first peep from the Death Eaters made since the attack on Hogsmeade. They made the front page for invading the homes of two Muggleborns as well as one pureblood wizard and his Muggle wife. Everyone in the houses had been brutally slaughtered. The wording suggested that the Killing Curse had not been used, that they all had been murdered in a more creative fashion. They censored out all of the awful details, but Ginny could still imagine what things must have been like. She almost wished she did know what had taken place, if only in hopes that they weren’t as bad as her thoughts wanted her to believe.

The war was far from over. Sadly, it took this to put everything into perspective for her. Gnawing on her lower lip, she cast her eyes around the room once more. Seeing no sign of him she turned to Megan who was wiping her eyes. “Mr. Erder was an old friend of my mum’s. We used to visit them all the time, you know. My sister Nicole and I stopped going to visit with them, though, the past few years. We were such brats. Had better things to do, you see. And the Erder kids were always so annoying. And now they’re all just dead! I feel so awful. They really were the sweetest family. How could they just do something like that? How does anyone attack someone who hasn’t even done anything to them?”

She was sobbing by now, so Ginny put an arm around her, letting her cry on her shoulder. Fay frowned deeply as she watched them. “They’re barely even human anymore, are they? The Death Eaters.”

“They might be frightened.” Luna said quietly. “The Dark Lord scares plenty of people. I also hear he recruited an army of drartors recently. They’re terrifying creatures.”

“What are…Never mind. They’re still sick,” Fay muttered.

“Some might be,” Ginny agreed quietly. “But not all of them. They’re just cruel, power-hungry, bigoted, selfish bastards who don’t give a damn about anyone or anything other than themselves.”

Hearing the door open, she glanced up, trying to pay attention to what Luna was saying as she watched Blaise walk in, speaking quietly to Demelza. She felt bad about getting up when Megan was still upset, but the Hufflepuff sat herself up, wiping her eyes as she replied to whatever she had said. Grateful she wouldn’t have to be terribly rude, Ginny quickly excused herself, stood up, then hurried over to where Blaise was. Oddly enough, he and Demelza seemed to be having a similar discussion.

“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” Blaise was saying. “Some are insane. Others, yes, are sadistic freaks of nature. Most of the Death Eaters, though, are stuck. The Dark Lord lured them in before they knew just what they were getting into. You have to understand, there aren’t many ‘new’ members. Most joined long ago, before he rose to power, in a time before the whole world understood just what sort of lunatic he was. Or, rather, is. By the time they took the Mark, they couldn’t escape. A few did manage, true, but most were scared because they had too much to lose. The Dark Lord might be this awful excuse for a wizard, but he didn’t get to where he was without some sort of genius. I can’t say I know everything, but he does seem to have something to hold over their heads. Why would he risk them being able to leave so easily? Then there is the point about the new generation. A lot of them are joining out of pressure. Some do hold his beliefs. A lot of them just grew up this way. Not to defend them all, they’re a horrible group of people, but they aren’t all complete monsters. Everyone is different. They all have their own re…reasons.” He finally caught sight of Ginny who was waiting patiently to the side for him to finish talking.

“Sorry,” she said. “I need to talk to you when you have a chance.”

“Go on ahead,” Demelza said warily. She seemed to be holding back a lot of nasty retorts. Ginny couldn’t blame her. Blaise might have a point, but she didn’t want to see that right now. Death Eaters were bad, no matter their excuses. What sort of human being could so easily destroy another person the way they did? Fortunately, something else was at the forefront of her mind, keeping her from snapping at him.

“What is it?” he asked, leading her a little ways from the rest of the group, sitting at a table at the back of the class while most were seated at the front.

“I want to bond because it could be good for the war effort or something. If we were stronger, we’d be better. The same reasons everyone else did it,” Ginny explained, getting right to the point. “You were right. Cedric and Neville were amazing in that battle. But I don’t want to commit myself to something like this if we end up like Hermione and Draco or Harry and Snape. If I agree to this, you have to swear we will always put the bond first, work with it, never letting anything get in the way of it or ruin it. Because, if we don’t, if we let it fail, we’ll be just like them. This bond can be destructive if we don’t treat it right. So I will bond with you if you promise me that. Because, if you bugger this up, Blaise Isaiah Zabini…”

“Who the hell told you my middle name?” he interrupted, frowning.

“It was in the soul mate test results,” she explained with a wave of her hand. “As I was saying, if you bugger this up, I’ll have to kill you.”

The Slytherin grinned. “I promise, Ginevra what’s-your-middle name…”

“Molly.”

“Ginevra Molly Weasley.”

Bright brown eyes studied him for a moment before she relaxed. It didn’t make her feel much better. There was no telling what the future had in store. If relationships were hard work, then going into a Soul Bond had to be ten times worse. It had turned out to be much more complicated than any of them had ever expected. She could see in his eyes, though, a determination that matched her own. Blaise, too, had seen the effects of failed bonds. With that knowledge, surely, they would be better going into it. Knowing what they were getting into had to be an advantage.

It was a bit scary, considering the Soul Bond was permanent. She would be bound to Blaise for the rest of her life, would always have some sort of attachment to him. Her only comfort was that they were soul mates and that had to mean something. As crazy as it seemed, especially with some of the oddball pairings they had heard of, they were mated for a reason. The Soul Bond only worked for soul mates for a reason. Everyone had the possibility of making it work, regardless of their situation. It was all about the choices each person made. Besides, she and Blaise got on well enough.

For a few minutes she just sat there, watching her friends talk amongst themselves. Blaise quietly sat beside her, watching her, until he finally cleared his throat to get her attention. Ginny smiled sheepishly then shook her head. Part of her really didn’t want to do this, but a sense of duty led her to nod her head. “Alright, we’ll do it then. Not right now, but soon.”

“The sooner the better,” Blaise agreed grimly.

“I don’t think I have the brain power to think too much about it right now. I only knew that I wan…need to do it,” she explained. “But, between Harry having the Transfer, Draco and Hermione’s issues, now all of these attacks, it’s all just a bit much.”

“It is,” he agreed, scooting his chair closer to her, placing his hand on hers. “Potter and Daphne are both strong. They’ll come out fine. So will the kids, I imagine. They’re Potters, too, and they do have the damnedest luck concerning survival, don’t they?”

Ginny couldn’t help but laugh at that. Harry was the Boy-Who-Lived, after all. Then James, Lily, and Grace had all survived for years in a Death Eater prison, ending up a few out of only a handful of survivors from the breakout. Not to mention all of the danger Harry had faced these past years, overcoming it all. It didn’t necessarily mean anything, but it did offer some relief.

“Now, Draco and Hermione are just plain being stupid right now,” Blaise said, rolling his dark eyes. “I understand they’ve been through a lot, but now’s not the time to act like prats about everything. We’re in the middle of a war, for Merlin’s sake. They should focus on that instead of letting petty feelings fuck them over.”

“They did lose a baby,” Ginny defended weakly. Only because Draco was her boyfriend did she felt the need to offer that up. It was true but, honestly, she felt the way Blaise did. Sure, they lost the baby. But it had been months ago. There were so many bigger things happening around them, too many for them to afford being distant or mean to one another.

He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment further. By his look she figured he could tell she didn’t have much faith in her statement, either. “As for the attacks. That’s war for you. Things aren’t going to be pretty. Probably won’t get better anytime soon. A lot of people are going to die before the end of this. But we’re going to survive. You, me, all of our dumb friends, and we’re going to win.”

“You’re not about to give me a pep talk, are you?” she teased with a grin, sitting up straighter. There was an odd flutter in her chest as the reassurance warmed her blood, feeling as though she was waking up energized from the depressive sleep she had been sulking in most of the night. There wasn’t any doubt in Blaise at all, something she envied as well as admired. “I didn’t think you Slytherins had it in you.”

“If that’s what it takes to get you people moving, then I’ll do it,” he said, poking her in the side. “But you look like you’re feeling better.”

“I am. Thank you,” she said, leaning forward to hug him. “That might have been just what I needed.”

Blaise breathed in deeply against her neck as his arms wound around her, pulling her close. He really was a good friend to her, better than most these days. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, she pulled back then looked pointedly at the group. “Have that pep talk ready?”

He sighed heavily, but was smiling when he looked at them. “I’ll see what I can do. Or we will.”

“Oh no, you’re not bringing me into this!”

“You’re my soul mate, Ginevra. If anyone can help me, you can.”

“Don’t think that’s going to work on me.”

“You’re the one who wants to cheer up the masses, not me.”

“Well you are simply rude.”

“Ginny.”

“Oh, fine. Fine, fine, fine. Let’s go. If all else fails, we can distract them with embarrassing stories about my brothers.”

“And Draco when he was younger.”

“Oh? These I have to hear!”

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Ten minutes ago, when everyone else was figuring out where to convene for the night, Draco asked Hermione if he could walk her to the Room of Requirement where she would be aiding with the Transfer. They had been outside at the time, closer to the lake, so it had been a long walk back to the castle itself, then another good bit of time spent finding the room. In all of that time, neither had spoken to each other. It was none of the easy silence he once experienced with her, either. There was too much tension between them. He spent most of the time wanting to bolt. Time spent not thinking about his easiest escape was spent imagining what he could say to her, as well as trying to force the words out of his mouth. His lips felt as though they were stuck together while his tongue felt too heavy to even lift. Even his throat felt as though it were being constricted accompanied by an itchy feeling he wanted to cough out, but couldn’t.

He could have easily gone the entire time without saying anything at all, but he had to. Ginny was right, Hermione was in very bad shape. Only recently had he realized just how bad it was. She did need him. If he had to keep quiet about certain things in order to maintain a good relationship with her, then he would. Ginny, Grace, and the others could all try forcing her to open up about what happened but Draco would just be there for her. He’d be her friend again. She needed that more than anything. Someone who wasn’t giving up on her, who would stick by her even when she didn’t want them to. He wouldn’t pressure her because he knew what it was like to have someone forcing the truth out of you. It wasn’t a nice feeling.

Somehow, trying to convey this was trickier than he thought. She already knew he wanted to work on the bond. He could apologize for what happened the other day to help ease that issue. In fact, Draco knew exactly what he needed to do. It was only the actual words that were hard to string together. That, and actually having the ability to speak them.

“H…Hermione?” he finally said. They were getting closer. He could feel himself running out of time.

“Mhm?”

“I just…wanted to say that I’m sorry,” he said quickly.

“Oh? For what?” she asked dully.

“For upsetting you the other day,” Draco replied. “I should have left it alone.”

“Yes, you should have,” she agreed.

Draco faltered, nodding jerkily. He deserved that. The subject was sensitive. He knew that, but he had persisted anyway. Because of Ginny. It wasn’t as if she understood. He couldn’t fault her for not knowing what it was like for them. She thought she knew what was best for them, but she was wrong. They just needed time to process it all on their own. The guilt gnawed at him. The suffocation was returning, causing him to lick his lips then cough as he struggled to find his voice again.

“I’m sorry, too,” she whispered.

“Why? I mean, for what?” he asked confusedly.

“For…Well…” she said, finding she had the same trouble with words as him. Anxiously, he waited for her to speak, wanting nothing more than to hurry her along. Mostly so he could reassure her that nothing was wrong. What on earth did she have to be sorry for? “The…the baby,” she sobbed.

“What? No, Hermione! That wasn’t your fault!” he said quickly as tears began to stream down her face.

“You don’t…you don’t understand,” she gasped. “Oh my God, this is all my fault. Shite.”

“No. No, no, no. It’s not,” he said desperately as her arms wound tightly around herself. “C’mere.” He extended his arms to her, only to have her shake her head.

“I’ve got to go,” she said, wiping the wetness from her face harshly.

“Wait. You can’t help them when you’re like this,” he said, moving closer to her. He didn’t like crying girls or comforting people, but she really needed it. She seemed to think that losing the baby was her fault. How could she even think that? Hermione was probably the last person to blame for what had happened!

“Go away,” she snapped. “I’m fine. Just…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything,” he said as she began to walk swiftly down the halls. “Come back!”

He picked up his own pace to follow her but, sensing this, she began to run. In response, he wanted to run after her, but slowed down instead. Draco had promised himself he wouldn’t push. She was used to hiding by now. Let her distract herself with the Transfer. Somehow Draco would make her understand that she had done nothing wrong, that he cared about her, and that they would be okay.

For now, he stopped in the middle of the corridor, watching as she halted, grabbed a door handle, slung the door open then disappeared inside, the door slamming shut with a loud bang.

The Room of Requirement had turned itself into a nice replica of one of the nice, expensive private rooms at St. Mungo’s. There were two twin beds not even three feet apart, each with their own hangings around them. One was Gryffindor red with a golden lion while the one beside it was pale blue with silver and black floral patterns. They had been used when Harry and Daphne had changed into their gowns. His was the plain white St. Mungo’s normally used while she had experimented by charming hers various colors, finally settling on dark pink with intricate maroon designs in it with matching maroon fur along the v-neck she had given it.

There was a long table a few feet in front of their beds with various instruments and potions that Cedric was going over, mumbling to himself, making sure he had everything. Off against one wall was a large cabinet with every potion, book, or tool they could possibly need for the Transfer or if they needed to fix something that went wrong. Beside it was a rack holdinging the latest copies of every newspaper and magazine in Wizarding Britain. There was also every maternity magazine or pregnancy book that were ever printed in English, French, and Russian, as Daphne could read those languages.

On the other side of the room was a large fireplace with a working Floo. Around it were comfortable chairs and sofas, a huge fur rug, and a long table. Morag and Mafalda had pulled their chairs closer to the table while they read the same book, jotting down notes as they discussed their own theories about this Transfer, sometimes veering off to discuss other medical practices. Hermione sat on her own as far away from everyone as she could be. Lying on a long white couch, she had a book open to a section about Transfers propped up on her stomach while she read it for the hundredth time.

“These Muggles have the right idea with this caesarean section business,” Daphne said, flipping through the pages of Pregnancy & Birth. “If we can do this whole Transfer thing with babies, why not just take them out that way? And why haven’t we developed pain potions that wouldn’t be harmful during childbirth? They have something for that, these Muggles!”

“A few people have tried, but it was never given much thought,” Cedric explained. “Before the Muggles invented the epidural they experimented with it a bit. Everything they developed was either too potent or it just didn’t work. Then, when Muggles made progress where we failed, a few well-known names among the aristocratic purebloods made statements about how this was further proof of our superiority, that witches were unafraid of labor pains, wouldn’t lower themselves to that sort of weakness, how our children were born better off being unpolluted by medication. This was a time when blood purity was more popular than it is now. People took their words to heart and stopped looking for the fix. Only recently have Potion Masters in the medical research departments begun looking into the project again.”

“Oh, wow,” Daphne said, rolling her eyes. “That’s silly. Why put up with pain if you don’t have to? That doesn’t make you stronger, it just makes you stupid.”

Cedric chuckled as he shrugged. “They don’t see it that way.”

“I suppose not or they wouldn’t be doing it,” she huffed. “You think anyone would be willing to try this caesarean section thing? I’d like to do it. You don’t mind, do you, Harry?”

“Erm. I guess not,” he said. The Gryffindor didn’t really know what it was, to be perfectly honest, but with her earlier statements referring to the Transfer, he figured it would be relatively safe. She probably wouldn’t have suggested it otherwise.

“Good, good,” she said happily. “Now, how was last night?”

Harry blushed, though he did his best not to look embarrassed by the question. “It was alright.”

“Just alright? You were limping this morning!”

Even Cedric was blushing now. No offense to them, but the last thing he wanted to hear about was someone else’s sex life! Least of all, having to hear about how Snape was in the bedroom. It was nothing new, however. The whole group liked to badger Harry about shagging Snape every day after they did it. Lucky for him, Harry never really shared too much with them. Unfortunately, everything he said was still more than he ever wanted to know.

“Yeah, well, you say that every time.”

“Not every time. But you do limp every time he tops.”

“How do you know when he tops? He could top all the time. Maybe he bottoms all the time.”

“Oh, I doubt that. You probably take turns. As it is, today was worse than usual. You could barely walk. I thought you were going to cry when you had to sit in Transfiguration.”

“You try getting fucked in the arse, Daphne.”

“I did once. Didn’t like it very much.”

He really didn’t need to hear that.

“Was he extra rough or something?” she asked.

“No, not really. We did it a lot, though,” Harry muttered.

“Oooh, really? How many times?”

“Err…I didn’t really count.”

“Oh, shite. If you can’t even give me a number that has to be a lot! Did he need to take a potion or something? I bet he did.”

“I dunno. Wasn’t paying much attention. Just read your magazine, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine, fine,” she said, resuming her reading. Harry went to frowning as he stared blankly at a wall. Cedric might have been concerned if his head wasn’t too full of this procedure. Several minutes passed in silence, only the quiet conversation of Morag and Mafalda being heard now and then.

“Are you nervous?” Daphne asked, setting aside her magazine.

“Very,” Harry confessed, resting his hand over his stomach. He tore his eyes away from the ornate wallpaper to look at his friend.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said with a smile. “Relax. Read about all of the gross stuff I’m going to have to put up with for you.” She laughed as she tossed him a magazine.

“I’ve read up plenty on it, thanks,” he said with a smile, setting it aside. “You really don’t mind doing this?”

“Absolutely positive that I would love to do this for you,” she assured him. “I’m not even stressing. See? I gave myself a nice little makeover. I’m making decisions about the birthing process. I’ve a very positive outlook on things. And so should you. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

Cedric was tempted to laugh, to point out how crazy they all were for doing this. It took him a moment to realize that she was only trying to calm Harry down. The poor kid had been through so much already, not to mention was taking a big risk with this. He needed all of the reassurances he could get. Cedric was pretty sure he needed some of that positivity himself. How could he do this if he didn’t even think he could? Taking a deep breath, he mentally told himself that everything would be fine as he sniffed the anesthetic he would soon be giving them, making sure it was still good.

“Cake sounds good right now,” Harry muttered.

Daphne laughed. “Dear God, cravings. I’m looking forward to those! What sort of cake?”

“Is there such thing as mango cake? Because that sounds wonderful.”

She giggled. “I’m sure there is. Wonder if…”

A small, circular table appeared between their beds, a plate sitting on top of it holding a big slice of a pale orange cake with lemon frosting.

“Eat up while you can, preggo,” Daphne giggled. “Tonight’s your last chance to have an excuse to eat weird things.”

“Err…You probably shouldn’t eat it. You can’t have anything in your system before…Well, there is a potion that would take care of that. Eat fast, though. We should probably get started soon,” Cedric said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

Grabbing the plate, Harry quickly shoveled the dessert into his mouth while Daphne took amusement in her friend. Meanwhile, Cedric went over to the girls to quickly explain what he was going to have to do. The time the four stood to walk over to their patients, Harry was just swallowing the last bite.

“Here, take this first. It’ll clean out your system. You’ll have to take the second potion quickly after,” he said, handing them each two phials. Each swallowed the pale yellow potion first, then the dark green one while Cedric grabbed the dark blue anesthetic. Without a word, they drank that one, as well. They remained awake long enough to hand the empty phials back to Cedric then fell limp only seconds later.

“You know what to do?” Cedric asked the others. “Prep-wise, I mean?”

“Sure,” Morag replied, grabbing a small jar of off-white cream. Motioning with her head towards the patients, Mafalda followed her. The younger witch lifted their gowns up over their stomachs while Morag dipped her fingers into the cream, rubbing it thoroughly over the skin of their abdomens. When she was done, the area was shiny, wet, and an angry pink. While they did this, Cedric was digging through his own pockets until he produced a phial of opaque sea green potion. Hermione eyed this uncertainly.

“The wrackspurt solution Luna mentioned?” she guessed.

“Yes. I looked at the instructions. It isn’t dangerous or anything. Figured if there’s even a chance it’ll help, why not,” he said with a shrug, downing it quickly.

Hermione just shook her head, mouthing a great number of rude things about Luna Lovegood.

Morag set the jar back on the table then grabbing a thin metal instrument and a dark orange potion. Dipping the end of the thin tool into the potion, she carefully drew straight lines in the pink areas, following the diagram shown in the book. Cedric followed behind her watching, impressed with how neat she worked, each line the correct length, covering the correct section.

“Good job,” he said.

“Is it true that this helps the cutting spell take better?” Morag asked curiously, returning the items to the table.

“Yes,” Cedric said. “No cutting spell is very easy to navigate. Used to be you had to hold your wand perfectly, had to be careful not to put too much force behind the spell, or you could hurt someone. It was more difficult than using a knife. The solution, however, gives the spell something to hit and follow. You can put more focus on cutting too deep rather than having to do that as well as keep everything steady. Especially with things like this when the cut itself is very specific as well as crucial.”

“Ah,” she said, standing back with the others to watch as Cedric drew his wand.

“Hermione, come stand by Harry. I’ll need you to help me keep an eye on things while I’m working,” he explained. “Morag and Mafalda, keep by Daphne.”

The girls all moved into position. Mafalda frowned at her fellow Slytherin, lying unconscious beside her. “You did scan her beforehand, right?”

“Yes, she’s healthy. Her body seems able enough for this,” Cedric assured her. “Does everyone know where the emergency potions are located?”

“Yes,” they all replied.

“Does everyone know who to Floo, and in what order, if things go wrong?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he said, taking a deep breath. Turning around, he looked to the clock again. Enough time had passed for all of the potions to have taken effect. The girls looked as ready as they would ever be. He had already gone over everything multiple times. He knew this procedure, at least in theory, like the back of his hand. But, in actual practice, this was terrifying. While he had aided in magical surgeries while in training at St. Mungo’s, he had never done something like this on his own. His only help had far less medical knowledge than he did. If something went wrong, they would all be in deep trouble.

Why in the world had he agreed to this?

Looking at Harry, he straightened himself up. Because Harry had a point. The children would probably be safer with someone else. Was it worth it, though, if the procedure risked more lives than just the children?

Harry and Daphne were both seventeen, though. They were both legal adults, old enough to make their own decisions. They both wanted this. Both knew the risk yet had agreed.

Before he could chicken out, he pressed the tip of is wand to the top of the line on Harry’s body, quietly uttering the incision spell. Dots of red slowly appeared in the slickness of the cream, eventually forming a long red line of blood that slid down his body. The grip on his wand faltered momentarily as he neared Harry. The first stage was a relatively quick process. In only two minutes, with only a small handful of whispered spells, his flesh was pulled back enough for Cedric to look into, the womb was cut, quickly placed in a protective yellow orb, then lifted from his body, placed into Hermione’s hands. The witch looked sick as she gaped at the magical orb in her hands, holding it as far from her body as she could manage as Cedric sealed the cut on Harry’s body. The orb, only designed to last no more than ten minutes, had him hurrying. Walking around to the other side of the bed where she stood, he cast a few spells to run necessary tests. The fetuses were slightly disturbed within the womb, but were otherwise unharmed.

“Good,” he whispered, carefully lifting the orb from Hermione’s hands with his wand. “Grab the brown cream from the table. Rub it in, gently, over the cut.”

Nodding, Hermione hurried to the table while Cedric hurried over to Daphne’s bed. “Morag,” he said, trusting the older witch a bit more with the precious material. Not looking nearly as disturbed as Hermione had, she extended her hands to take the orb while Cedric repeated the spells necessary to open Daphne’s body, readying it to receive its new visitors. He felt rushed the whole time, half expecting the magical bubble to pop, leaving the womb to jump out of Morag’s hands and land on the floor. Being as Daphne was where the children were to be going, as well as the fact that he didn’t want to hurt her, he probably could have dedicated more time and attention to what he was doing. Every time he finished something he felt as though he could have done it better, but could not risk going back to redo it. He could only afford to study it for a few seconds. Everything seemed fine. He dared to give himself a few extra moments the time he deemed her ready. Nodding to himself, he levitated the orb from Morag’s hands, guiding it inside of Daphne. A minute later, he was able to remove the orb, examining his work a bit more thoroughly now. The womb was attached. Nothing else inside of her body seemed disturbed. Feeling only slightly more confident, he closed her up. Hermione walked over when she heard the familiar spell, immediately repeating the process of smearing the brown cream along the cut, watching the skin smooth over, looking as though nothing had ever happened to the area.

“Thank Merlin,” Cedric sighed. Leaning back against the table he shut his eyes, leaning his head back, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyelids.

“We’re done, but there’s still a chance that her body rejects the womb and/or the babies, correct?” Hermione asked.

“Correct,” he said though he really did not want to consider the possibility. Once his nerves began to subside, he stood up to run a few more tests on Daphne then on the fetuses. There was something strange about the results, he thought, but couldn’t pinpoint it at first. Troubled, he recast the spells for the tests, examining them more closely. Then, his eyes grew wide. “Shite!” he exclaimed. Without another word he turned, then ran for the cabinet that held all of the other potions. The three girls watched in confused horror as he ransacked the shelves, then looked to Daphne, wondering what on earth was happening. She looked so peaceful. What could be wrong?

Hermione spoke first, voice trembling. “C-Cedric?”

Author’s Note: Woo-hoo! Such excitement!

Thanks to all of my reviewers! Also thanks so much to my beta Dani for fixing up this and every other chapter for me!

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