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TRIANGLE
DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER FIVE

“Oh, What a
tangled web”

By the_scribbler

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From Chapter IV – “Game
On”

There was no way that he was going to be able extricate
himself from the bed without waking both Ginny and Hermione and the girls, so
he did something that he would never have done otherwise and apparated directly
from the bed to the bathroom. He hoped that his sudden disappearance would not
disturb his beautiful family.

He listened for a few minutes while standing in the
doorway of their bathroom, but heard no sound. For that he was also grateful. Seems like I have a lot
to be grateful for these days. If only someone had pulled tom riddle out of his emotional quagmire
and away from his destructive thoughts when he was young. One small act
of courage or kindness might have turned things around and prevented this war
from happening.

Would I give this up, though? for
anything in the world? Harry wondered it was a shameful thing to be thankful
that he had been forced into being both a husband and a father.

A moments' introspection showed him that it was Toms'
fault and not his and that if Tom wanted to be stupid and self-destructive, he
was perfectly happy to oblige him.

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It was time to pick a fight. More
specifically, it was time to start kicking over some anthills to see what came
out. Harry was getting tired of just keeping his head down and trying not to
attract notice.

One of their first achievements was their complete success
in getting all of the parents and siblings of muggle-born witches and wizards
at Hogwarts safely away from their muggle homes and safely installed at Potter Castle.
The gant-chart that Harry, Hermione, and
Ginny had created showed the parents being safely extracted by September First
and it was only August Twenty-Fourth. Harry felt really good about that.

Hermione
had immediately taken over the job of managing the demands of the 900+
additional people in the castle. Their presence made for very noisy hallways at
times during the day and there were more children around than Hermione could
have ever imagined. However, at night, the silencing wards worked wonderfully and
the Castle was quiet. All in all, Hermione was incredible glad, for once, that
she, Harry, and Ginny, were so incredibly wealthy. It made supporting the needs
of so many Muggles much easier.

Of
course, being Muggles, the guests had almost immediately gone about setting up
their own police force, schools, nurses, teachers, etc. It didn’t surprise her
at all that her parents had arranged to have their dental equipment sent to the
castle so that they could continue to help people. It was really wonderful, she thought. The
only thing that rankled Hermione was that the house-elves from Hogwarts had
been largely sent to Potter
Castle and they were now
cooking for all of the parents as well as the Hogwarts students. The only
upside that Hermione saw was that the house-elves didn’t have to clean the
muggle parts of the castle. That duty
was in the hands of the Muggles themselves and they
didn’t seem to mind at all. Hermione thought that this was because they didn’t
know that the house-elves would have done the job if they had been asked to do
it, but they weren’t and actually been asked NOT to do it by Harry and
Dumbledore.

Evening
had set in and it was time for Harry to make a dramatic appearance before the
assembled muggle parents. Ginny had helped him in with planning his grand
entrance, so that he would arrive in a fashion that the Muggles would never
forget.

“Remember Harry, when I set off the
explosion, you need to apparate into the center of the blast AFTER a two-count.
That will give you enough time and you won’t be hurt.”

“Got
it, sweetie. I love you. Thanks for making this
possible. I want them to pay attention and I think they need this little
demonstration.”

“Ok,
knock’em dead, lover.
You’ll do just fine.”

Harry’s
love and affection lit up Ginny’s mind and she felt the touch of his magic as
it reached out for her while Hermione was touching Harry’s cheek with her
finger-tips and kissing him. “God, what
did I do to be so lucky? I love you both so much.”

“We know, Harry. We love
you, too. Now – go talk to the parents. Dinner is in thirty minutes.”

Ginny
sent Harry her countdown mentally. “On three, Harry. One,
two, three…”

There
was a huge roar and a perfect fireball in the main courtyard, and all of the
assembled parents and children winced. Once the over-pressure wave had gone by,
the crowd turned and saw a man walking out of the explosion, completely
untouched. His hair was wild and there was an aura around him that was
palpable, even for the Muggles.

Harry
touched his wand to his own throat and muttered “Sonorous”. He lifted his
hands and the crowd started to settle down. A waved wand and suddenly there was a 10 ft
high platform, to which Harry leapt up magically. “Well, if that bit of magic didn’t exactly enthrall them, maybe this
will” He pointed his wand skyward and thought to himself “Morsemorde”. Instead of the traditional skull and serpent,
the plain visage of Voldemort appeared as a 3D image in the sky.

Once
that was done, Harry addressed the assembled crowd. “Ladies
and Gentlemen! My name is Lord Harry James Potter. I am Lord of this
Castle and your host. Moreover, I am a friend to you all. One of my two wives,
Hermione Jane Potter, is Muggle-born. Many of you have met her and know her to
be exactly what she appears to be: A powerfully driven, amazingly smart,
energetic young woman. She is all of that and more. In the wizarding world, she
is known as the smartest witch that has been seen in over 600 years. She’s also
the reason that all of you are here. Her parents are like you all – that is to
say, non-magical people.

Ok.
So why are you here? Well, that’s easy. If you look up, you can see the face of
the man – and I use that term very, very loosely – who would kill all of us.
His name is Tom Marvolo Riddle. He is,
for want of a better term, a racist. He’s no different than Adolf Hitler or Mao
Tse Tung or Pol Pot. He’s purest evil. The difference between those horrible,
terrible Muggles and Tom is that Tom is the most dangerous wizard to live in
the last century. He’s personally killed
upwards of 500 people. That makes him a serial killer in his own special class.

Tom
believes that only people who are
born in ‘pure’ magical families are worthy of positions of leadership. He
believes that those of us who were born into families where one parent was born
into a muggle family are mongrels. He calls us ‘half-bloods’ or mudbloods.
You’ll notice that the term ‘mudblood’ is what the Germans called the Jews and
others in World War II. It’s a horrible term and is considered deeply offensive
in the wizarding world.

Tom
also believes - and this is why all of you are here – that Muggles should be
suborned or forcibly enslaved.

NOW
– I am also called ‘the boy who lived’. The reason for that is simple. I
survived a killing curse – the most horrible and evil magic possible – when I
was just over a year old. I survived because when Tom killed my mother, Lily-Ann
Potter, she was trying to protect me. I was protected by her willing sacrifice
of her own life. I am sure that some of you remember that in the Bible, John
quotes Jesus as saying “Greater love
hath no man than this: that a man lay
down his life for his friends.” I know that her love was without match
because she died to save me. She made it possible for me to be here and to have
the love of two women who will help me kill Tom and those who support him.

Here
is what I need you all to do: Love each other and take care of each other while
you are here. Enjoy your time here. Don’t be strangers to each other. This castle
is big enough for all of you and there’s plenty of room, but you’ll enjoy it
more if you get to know each other and spend time having fun here. Think of it
as a secluded, private playground. None of you have to work during your time
here. All of your bills and commitments in the muggle world will be taken care
of. You don’t need to know how or why, just know that you won’t have any
financial worries while you’re here. In fact, many of you will have better
credit when you get back than when you got here. Consider it a gift for your patience.

Now
- there will be things that we will come to you adults and ask you to do in the
next six months. You may be asked to protect this castle if it becomes
necessary or you might be asked to serve as conduits of information for us or a
variety of other things that we – and by that I mean those of us who are
magical – might ask you to do.

For
right now, you and your families are safe. You can’t be found here, hurt here,
or anything else. While you are within the grounds of this Castle, no power on
earth can find you. The trade-off is that you can’t be reached here, either. We
don’t have phones and we don’t have internet connections. Those things don’t
work in the presence of powerful magic and as most of you have figured out by
now, I constitute ‘powerful magic’.”

There
was a certain amount of nervous laughter from the crown in reaction to that
statement and Hermione thought that many of those she saw might still be
experiencing ‘culture-shock’. She knew they’d adapt, but that it might take some
time. She wondered just how much of that precious commodity they actually had.

Harry
went on, seemingly oblivious to the crowds’ reaction. “However, you will still
get your mail here and you will be able to write to people back home. I only
caution you not to talk about where you are or why you are here. There may come
a time when you can talk about it. However, you will never, ever be able to
talk about any of the magic you see here. I’m sorry for that. As a half-blood –
only one of my parents was from an all-magical family – and as someone who was
raised as a Muggle, I know how much fun it would be to be able to talk about
some of the things you’re going to see. For good and obvious reasons, we can’t
allow that. It would ruin the Muggle
world and would be disastrous for those of us in the wizarding world.

I’ve
talked long enough and there is a fabulous banquet waiting for all of you in
the great hall. I and my wives will see you there shortly. Until then, have a
good night and welcome to my home.”

Harry
pointed his wand at his throat and muttered “Quietus” as he jumped down to the
ground near where his wives were standing. The platform was vanished with a
wave of a hand and the image of Tom melted back into the starry background of
the sky.

“Time
for dinner yet, Ginny? I feel like Ron right now. I’m parched
and starving.”

Hermione
chimed in “And what am I? Chopped liver?”

“God,
no, Hermione. You know I love you. I’m planning on
eating you for desert!” Harry
sent Hermione a leer for a thought and felt her mental blush in return.

Ginny
chimed in “Well! If you’re going to have her
for desert, what am I going to do?”

Harry
chuckled. “Bring the Nutella and whipped cream
and you’ll find out!”

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It
was a great feast. Perhaps as good as any sorting day feast
at Hogwarts. The 900+ (Harry never bothered to count) Muggles, as well
as the 600 Hogwarts students sat comfortably in the great hall of Potter Castle. Ginny looked out over the assembled crowd, Muggles
and magics alike – and felt really good. Her family was here, except for her
eldest brother, Bill, and his wife, Fleur Delacour. Charlie was there – because
he had come back from Romania
to help take care of a mixed clutch of dragon eggs that Harry had bought. Harry was planning on returning dragons to
northern Scotland,
and while doing so, raising a few for their own purposes.

Fred
and George had decided to use one of the Castles’ outlying buildings to
continue their work. Phoenix Industries, on the other hand, had been moved to
the most secure location that Harry could think of: the Chamber of Secrets.
That is, after he had hired the goblin engineers of Gringotts to come in and
make sure that there were no secret entrances which had been missed by Dumbledore’s
careful exploration of the Chamber.

One
of the nice things about the Chamber of secrets was that it was, in fact,
Secret. Tom was, as far as anyone could tell, completely ignorant to the fact
that the Chamber’s access point was known by multiple people and that it had
been re-opened after being thoroughly cleaned. Part of that ‘cleaning’ was the
professional removal and dissection of the basilisk. Dumbledore told Harry,
when he inquired, that the skin fetched two hundred galleons per kilogram and
the basilisk venom, of which there was an amazing amount, went for five hundred
pounds galleons per cc.

It
had been determined that Harry and Ginny were entitled to share the profits from
the skin equally. The total was just shy of three hundred and seventy thousand
galleons. Harry gave his entire reward, one hundred and eighty-five thousand
galleons, to the Fund for Retired Aurors while Ginny gave her share to her
brother, Ron. When Ron protested, Ginny reminded him that her share of Harry’s
wealth made her, personally, wealthier
than all the other wizarding families in Great Britain; save for Harry and
Hermione as individuals and that she knew that he would do great and wonderful
things with it. When Harry caught Ron
still chuttering about it under his breath several days after the financial
transfers were complete, he pulled him into an unused classroom at Hogwarts.

“Ron,
what are you complaining about? You’ve got all the money you could ever use now
and you’ve no reason to complain.”

“I…I
know. It’s just like I feel I haven’t earned it. I’ve done nothing to make me
feel like I’ve really contributed to all the things you, Ginny, and Hermione
are doing. All I’m doing is taking classes, leading Phoenix Industries when I
can, and playing Quidditch. Oh…and making love to Luna every night.”

“Yea? So? Don’t you
know how much I need you? Don’t you realize that I can’t beat Tommy without
you?”

“Harry...I’m
no good. I’m just an amateur strategist and I can’t handle being responsible
for someone getting killed.”

That
made Harry really angry and Ron knew it. The last time Ron saw Harry glowing
with magic, very bad things happened to two death eaters.

“Ron,
first, that’s BULLSHIT. You played chess with our lives our first year, didn’t
you? You need to get a grip and have more confidence in yourself. I’m tired of
having to tell you how good you are and I’m pretty sure that Luna is getting
tired of it, too. The last time you got like this, she went bawling to Ginny
and Hermione. I can’t have you doubting yourself. I’ll remind you that if you
don’t do the strategic planning, it means I’ll have to do it, and I’m not as
good as you are and I know that if I do it, someone on OUR SIDE is going to get
killed. Do you want to live with that?”

Ron
hesitated. “N.…no. I don’t.”

Harry
exploded with anger. “THEN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT? I DON’T’ HAVE TIME
TO DEAL WITH YOUR IMMATURITY AND SELF-DOUBTS. DO YOU WANT TO BE TREATED, AND
PAID, LIKE AN ADULT OR NOT? YOU BETTER MAKE UP YOUR MIND, BECAUSE I’M GETTING
TIRED OF IT.” Harry’s yelling had brought at least one person running towards
the room. He could hear the footsteps. Everyone knew about Harry’s anger and
knew that something really bad could happen if he didn’t calm down.

Harry
was oblivious to it. He had worked up quite a rage and he was venting at Ron. When
Ron didn’t answer Harry’s question, Harry went at him again “I AM GOING TO SAY
THIS ONE LAST TIME RON. YOU NEED TO STOP ACTING LIKE YOU’RE SECOND FIDDLE OR
THAT WHAT YOU DO IS NOT IMPORANT. YOU’VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A PRAT FOR YEARS,
BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T GET THE ATTENTION THAT I DID. GET OVER IT. MY PARENTS ARE
DEAD AND YOURS ARE NOT. IF YOU WANT TO TRADE FAMILY SITUATIONS, YOU CAN HAVE
THE FUCKING ATTENTION. SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT.”

Ron
paled. He knew that this is what it boiled down to: that Harry’s parents were
killed by Voldemort so that he could kill Harry and take over the world. It was
suddenly very sobering.

He
looked at Harry and tried to judge whether or not he should say anything more
or try to defend himself. In the end, he figured that if Harry had wanted to
kill him, he’d already be dead, so what he needed to do was step up.

He
looked Harry in the eye. “All right. I’ll do it.”

“You
bet your ass you’ll do it, Ron. We all have our talents and planning is yours.
I can’t do it all. I’ve learned that. Dumbledore taught me that I have to rely
on my friends. You’re my oldest mate and I have to be able to count on
you. You’re on my strike team and you
and I will always fight side by side and I promise you that you will never
again be left out of our secrets.”

“Peace,
then?”

“Peace,
Ron.”

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Hermione
caught Harry walking down a disused hallway minutes after his tirade. She had
approached so quietly that Harry hadn’t heard her approach. However, Hermione’s
magic was just as strong, in some ways, as his and he had felt her approaching
from a long way away.

“I heard you and Ron. Did you lay into him a
little hard?”

Harry
stopped and pulled her close, so that she was looking up at him; her hips
pressing against his. “Hermione? I know you have always had a very special
spot for Ron and that he’s cared about you, too. I couldn’t let that stop me,
though, from letting him feel a bit of the frustration and concern that I have
been feeling. If he wants the benefits of being with us, he has to accept also
the responsibilities. Tom desperately wants to kill me, and probably anyone
around me who supports me. Ron wouldn’t be left out of that and Ron knows it.”

Hermione
slumped against him. She knew that Harry had to make sure that everyone was
going to give their best efforts, because one weak link and the entire plan
could fall apart. Hermione also knew
that Ron needed to grow up some more. He had never been tested before as Harry
had been and they couldn’t let Ron’s first taste of adult-level
responsibilities sink him. He was just going to have to step up and take care
of what had been assigned to him.

“Harry? It’s not that Ron can’t do it; it’s
just that I don’t want to see him hurt, either. You know I’ve always loved him
as a brother. You and he have always defended me. I can’t walk away from that
now and tell you that hearing you yell at him doesn’t hurt, because it does.”

“I know, Hermione. I wish
I didn’t have to do it, but Ron really didn’t have much of a father figure in
his life, for as much as I love Arthur. Unfortunately, I think that Arthur
counted on Bill and Charlie, and even Percy too much to raise Ron or at least
teach him. Ron didn’t have that many expectations put on him – at least not
expressly so. He did have the peer pressure of becoming Head Boy and all that
nonsense. He could never have believed, but perhaps he should have been told
anyway – that he and I would be in the same year. It might have tempered what
he thought was going to happen for him in school”.

The
two teenagers stood together in the quiet, dusty hallway, their foreheads
pressed together, neither moving, for fear of breaking their precious
connection.

“I love you, Hermione.”

“I know, Harry. I feel it
every day. Please don’t think I’m angry, because I’m not. I’m just really
concerned. I don’t know how much pressure Ron can take. I know he has Luna with
him and that makes him stronger than he’d otherwise be, but I don’t know if
it’s enough.”

“It has to be. It’s more
than I had our first year, Hermione. More than I had even our second or third
year. I didn’t have your love then or Ginny’s love to support me and to make me
a better person.”

“I’ve always loved you,
Harry. If I could have faced Tom in your place, to protect you, I would have.
But I don’t have your kind of power and the prophecy was about you, and no one
else.”

“I guess standing here is
not accomplishing anything faster, is it, love?”

“That’s not true Harry
and you know it. Anything that brings us closer together is what we should be
doing. We can’t stop Tom apart. We have to work together. It’s what my parents
have said and it’s what Dumbledore said and it’s what your parents would say if
they were here.”

Neither
ever enjoyed breaking a bond like the one they had formed in the hallway. It
was very hard to pull their magic back because it seemed to have a mind of its
own and resisted being untangled, even a little bit, from the others’
magic. It’s why they were always if they
could be. It was just easier and more secure to have their magic intertwined
with the others. Hermione always ‘saw’
Harry’s magic as green, gossamer threads, while hers were deep blue and Ginny’s
were orangey-red. Together, they formed a sometimes purple and sometimes golden
aura. More though, she felt his
magic, and Ginny’s magic, deep inside her. It was as if their magic essences
had wound themselves around her heart and down into her core.

Knowing
that they were inseparable because of their magic and their shared destinies,
she knew she was going to fight with everything she had, to protect her husband
and her bond-mate and their girls.

“Let’s go, Harry. We have things to do, don’t
we? I’m not going to let Tom win.”

“He’ll get anywhere near
you Ginny and our girls over my cold, dead body, ‘Mione.”

With
those silently shared words, husband and wife walked down the long hallway and
out into the sunshine of the courtyard, to start planning another way to
destroy their enemy.

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