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TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

Chapter Six

“Hope of a Headmaster”

By ‘the_scribbler’

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From
Chapter Five – “Oh, What a Tangled Web”

“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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Chapter
Six

            Another note. Another ‘request’ from Harry
Potter. It was getting so that he wasn’t running Hogwarts anymore. More
specifically, he felt like he hadn’t been running things since the beginning of
September. The students weren’t even sleeping at the school each night. They
came and went through a magical passage to Potter Castle
each night. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and the core members of the DA were
actually making the decisions when it came to how things were organized for the
students. Harry had taken his role has head of Clans Potter and Black very
seriously and was organizing for war.
Dumbledore would have admired his pluck, if he weren’t so tired.

I’m getting old. All I
want to do anymore is read, smoke my pipe, listen to music, and sleep. Muggles retired when they grew too old and
frail to work. Albus didn’t know what old schoolmasters were supposed to do.
Was it so bad that he really didn’t want to work anymore? Would everything be all right? What would the students do if he
weren’t there? They’d be just fine, Albus. You’ve trained the teachers
well. Trust them.

Albus Dumbledore stood
wearily, and walked over to Fawkes. The phoenixes’ eyes whorled as his current
master reached out for the note tied to his leg. The Headmaster reached out a frail
hand to stroke his faithful friend. “It’s all right, Fawkes. Not too much
longer will I be here. The prophecy will be fulfilled and I can sleep. I shall
miss you, my loving friend when the time comes.”

Fawkes leaned his head
close to his master’s gentle hand and silvery tears fell from the phoenixes’
beautiful eyes. Where they struck the Headmasters’ skin, they were immediately
absorbed. The tears fell in a steady beat for several long seconds and when
they were finished, Fawkes looked up at his master – the one he had loved and
served for so long – and cocked his head. There was a single tear on the
Headmaster’s cheek.

“You give me your most
precious gift, Fawkes, and I don’t know how to thank you for what you’ve done.
I’ll have the strength now to do what must be done, until the end. How do I
repay that loyalty?”

An image sprang to
Albus’ mind. An image of Harry and Hermione, both dressed in Headmaster’s
robes, and Fawkes, perched on his shoulder. It was enough for the Headmaster to
understand what had to be done and why it must be so. It eased his mind and
gave him hope and that was something more precious than gold.

Fawkes spontaneously
combusted right at his perch, only to emerge as a chick, out of a pile of ash.
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head. Watching the phoenixes’ re-birth always
amazed him.

Reinvigorated, with
the amazing strength he had not felt since his youth, Albus Dumbledore took the
note from Fawkes’ leg and walked briskly back to his desk. There was a lot to do
and he thought that there was no reason not to get started immediately.

The Headmaster took the parchment and
rolled it out on his desk. It was not long, and it clearly had been written in
haste, but it was of no small import, either.

September
22nd

Professor
Dumbledore:

          I need to meet with the heads of all
of the families whom we know we can trust. Your relationship with the clan
heads vastly pre-dates my own and therefore, I am hoping that you would be
willing to contact them and ask them to come to the great hall for a meeting on
Nov. the First at Ten AM. It is my belief that we must build a coalition and
pool what resources the families have left to counter what Tom is going to
throw against us. I am going to ask the Goblins to join us as well as the
elves, the centaurs, and any others who would lose if Tommy wins.

Professor – I can’t do this without you. I may be
clan leader, but I’m not a war leader. They won’t follow me for my own sake and
we don’t have time to be under multiple banners. You are clan leader of House
Gryffindor. They will follow you, if only to avoid having to follow me. Will
you help?

Your student
always,

Harry

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“Fawkes? I need
Minerva. Would you go and fetch her here?”

The Phoenix nodded and disappeared in a flash of
sparkles. A moment later, there was
another brief flash and Deputy Headmistress McGonagall stood in front of her
friends’ desk. “You sought me, Albus?”

“Minnie, we have, I
think, our leader, finally. Read this.” Albus handed her the parchment from his
desk and leaned back against the edge of it while she read Harry’s missive.

After a pregnant
moment, Minerva McGonagall looked up at her old friend. “Can he do it, Albus?
Can he really pull off building a war clan? That’s what he’s doing, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Minnie. That’s
what I believe he’s planning on doing. Whether he can do it or not is largely
up to the Heads’ assessments of whether or not Harry really can beat Tom. Given
what he did to me in Diagon Alley at the end of January and what he did to the
two death eaters who attacked the Hogwarts Express in September, I’d say that
the Heads will decide that Harry is more than capable of doing anything he sets
out to do. I do get the feeling that we’ve not seen any of Harry’s real powers
yet.”

“Albus – has word
gotten out about what he did to those two death eaters? It could look really
bad if it became known that Harry killed both of them with just a word.”

The Headmaster sagged visibly
for a moment, as if weighed down by the awful truth of what Harry had done that
night. What had shocked Albus was that
Harry had given him the memory for his pensive, so that the Headmaster could
study it. What he learned about Harry frightened him sufficiently that he had
called all of the Hogwarts professors together, except for Snape, and showed
them the memory. It had been a very unpleasant thing to have to watch a second,
and then a third time. It was that much more disturbing, having to watch it in
the company of others. The communal viewing only grew worse because it was
necessary to slow down the playing of the memory, to catch certain details.

Professor Flitwick was
the most disturbed, because of the nature of the magic involved. Harry, or
someone he knew, had combined a bone-breaking charm with dissolving charm and
then bound those magics with a boiling charm. It was an elegant curse, if
absolutely, unspeakably evil. Professor Flitwick also recognized that there was
only one witch who had the kind of knowledge necessary to create a killing
curse of that magnitude. That witch was married to Harry Potter.

Harry had stood in
front of the train, after it had come to a sudden and violent stop, four hours
north of London.
Two death eaters were magically blocking the track, waiting for Him to emerge.
Harry stepped off the train and walked along the side, until he was face to
face with the two death eaters. They raised their wands to begin the
incantation for Avada Kedavra. Harry looked at them, lifted one glowing hand,
and uttered one word: “Mortuis”.

At first, nothing
happened and the two death eaters laughed. Then came the sound of major bones
breaking and their screams filled the air. The cracking sounds then came with
the speed of a machine gun on automatic and the bodies twisted and convulsed as
all of their bones broke. When the screaming was over, all that was left was
the sounds of their bodies twitching involuntarily on the ground. The memory
zoomed in on the faces of the two death eaters. Their masks were gone and their
faces were plain to see. Or they would have been, if it had not been for the
blood pouring from the eyes, mouths, noses, and ears. Once the bleeding
stopped, the two bodies began to steam. The steam poured from every orifice and
then, suddenly, the bodies exploded – leaving nothing but blood and bits of
bone everywhere.

Harry looked at the spot where the two
death eaters had been, shook his head, and walked back to the train.

The charms professor was the first to
speak, but his usually happy voice was gone. In its place was a very subdued,
very scared voice. “Albus? I’ve never been one to question your judgement, or
to contravene your orders, but I feel that I have to ask whether it is safe to
have someone wandering around Hogwarts who has the power to commit such an act.
These two deaths are the fourth and fifth that we know for a certainty Harry
has committed. ”

“Filius, we’ve spoken
before about Harry and about his feelings and his control. You will get from me
no argument about the fact that Harry’s power is beyond anything we could have
ever taught him here. However, Harry has been the most gentle of all students
while he has been here and has only ever risen to extreme provocations by
members of Slytherin House or from others with use of his fists. He has never,
ever, to my knowledge used magic to hurt, denigrated, or otherwise even so much
as offend another student here. In other words, his self control has been 100%
intact.

Filius continued.
“There’s another thing that bothers me, Albus. The curse that Harry used
against the death eaters – it was too powerful for just any witch or wizard to
have created and it was not Harry’s ‘style’.
But - I will bet sugar quills to galleons that Hermione Potter was the
one who created it. It has all of the hallmarks of being something she
invented. It’s most definitely an
unforgivable, but that’s not within our purview. Right now, we’re the only
people who know about it, save for the conductor and the engineer about the
Hogwarts Express and we don’t have to worry about them because I personally
wiped their memories of that afternoon.”

The Arithromancy professor looked
around the group and said “So, if Hermione created the curse; that means there
are at least two people who can perform it immediately?”

Albus looked at Professor Vector and
said, “Actually, there are three who should be able to do so. Harry, Hermione,
and Ginny”.

Septima Vector and the
others immediately understood why.
Harry’s preferred means of communicating with his wives was not widely
known and in fact, there had been a need to obliviate several visitors to
Hogwarts because they had seen Harry, Hermione, and Ginny doing things together
silently that should had to have been impossible without organized, thoughtful,
verbal communication. It was known among
the teachers that the golden trio had some special form of communication and
that it could be unnerving to be around them when they were conversing that
way. The professors, save Severus Snape, had inquired about how the connection
had come to pass and whether it made the trio more or less vulnerable to mental
‘snooping’.

The trio, and several
of the other professors, had the chance to enjoy an extended laugh at Snapes’
expense one morning in the early part of September when Snape had tried to use
legilimency to get into Ginny Potter’s mind.
The failed attempt at intrusion put Snape on his back, on the floor
behind the teacher’s table. As he stood
up, he found himself facing three wands. Ginny looked at him and said, as
contemptuously as her upbringing would allow, “Do that again professor, and
you’re frogspawn.”

Snape had his wand out
in a second and was about to reply to Ginny’s challenge and deliberate insult
when he saw how angry Harry was. Snape may have been a death eater, but he was
assuredly not stupid. He remembered the last time he had angered Harry – Harry
had blown a door apart that was thought to be indestructible.

Harry’s wand was pointed
between his eyes in a moment. “Don’t even think about it, Severus. You forget
that I’m no longer just a student – I’m head of two Great Houses. If you push
it, you’ll find yourself in duel you cannot win. Now sit.”

The professors
present, including the Headmaster, witnessed the exchange at the Head table,
but did nothing to prevent it. They knew all knew that Snape had been goading
Harry for years and that Harry had every right, given that Snape had sold out
Harry’s parents to Voldemort, to hate him totally. Attacking one of Harry’s wives was, in the
collective estimation, an incredible act of stupidity. After all, it was Hermione who had, most likely, invented
the killing curse that Harry had used on the two death eaters. The staff had
witnessed how that bit of magic had
worked out for the death eaters and while not one of them really wanted to see
it used first hand, they also knew that Snape seemed to be beyond reason when
it came to anything related to Harry and might just get himself killed if he
wasn’t careful. Ginny, on the other hand, was an unknown. No one had idea of
what Ginny could do, but they were really sure that it would not accrue to
Snape’s benefit to find out. Harry they knew about. His demonstrated powers made them shutter.

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The note appeared in
mid-air about Harry’s head and drifted down to him. It was another of the
encrypted texts that the Headmaster had taken to sending. This one, Harry
quickly realized as he scanned it, didn’t have a magical lock to it, but rather
a muggle cipher. Brilliant!!, Harry
thought. No witch or wizard would even know where to start with it. Harry did,
though. He had been studying with Hermione’s father, Matthew, who had been in
the British SAS before becoming a dentist. In less than a month, Matthew
Granger had already taught Harry numerous useful things about self-defense,
interrogation techniques, ciphers, and most importantly, muggle weaponry.
Harry’s thoughts strayed for a moment to a horribly nasty creation that the
Americans had come up with. It was a gas called VX and it was almost instantly
fatal. Harry mused about where or how he might get some of that. Voldemort
would never, ever expect such an attack – which made it perfect for Harry’s plans.

Back to business. It took ten minutes of careful effort before
Harry had the message decoded. The body was short and to the point:

October the First.

Dear Harry:

         I have arranged a meeting of the
plenipotentiary session of the Wizengamot for Tuesday, November First, at
10:30AM. I will go with you as the Head of the Wizengamot and introduce you to
the membership. I am afraid that this is not a meeting we could have kept
secret for very long and I suspect that Tom will know about it within a day of
its happening. You and I will need to be prepared to move with our plans very
quickly after the meeting, so that Tom’s ability to rally sufficient troops to
attack those who sign onto your plan will be limited by time.

I recommend that
Hermione and Ginny accompany you, dressed in house formal robes. Tell Ginny or
Mrs. Weasley that you need them. They’ll understand and can help you get what
you need. You may also want to bring those seventh-year students who you trust.

Regards,

Albus Dumbledore

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Harry sat back. There
was a tremendous amount to do before Harry faced the Wizengamot. He wasn’t even
sure what he should say to them, other than ‘please help me’. Maybe Arthur Weasley would know what to say.
Arthur’s always been good with people, Harry thought.

Harry had not shaved
yet, so port keyed back to their master bedroom; undressed, and headed for the
bathroom. It would feel really good to shave and shower and dress better than he
had been doing during the prior week. It wasn’t that Ginny or Hermione were
going to say anything, but he felt he owed it to them to dress well and be
presentable. Hermione had told him often that when Harry was showered and
clean, he was amazingly shaggable. Hermione had blushed when she had said it,
which Harry thought was adorable, and he had thanked her with a powerful
snogging session.

Once he was done, he
threw on a dark green polo shirt, khaki pants, a belt, and decent shoes. He
took a moment to tame his unruly hair and to put on his contact lenses. Much better, he thought.

It was just after 1 pm, so he decided to go off and
see his beautiful daughters, before returning to school for his 2 pm class. After all, he figured,
he hadn’t seen them since he had left to go to classes this morning at 9 am. and he missed them.

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On his way to see his
girls, in the muggle section of the Castle, Harry called into the air “Pisky!”
A diminutive elf appeared next to him and looked up with her great big brown
eyes. “Yes, Harry, Sir? What can Pisky do for her master?”

“Pisky, would you be
willing to do an errand for me? This is something I meant to do but never got
around to doing. Could you see to it that Mr. Olivander in Diagon Alley is
brought her for dinner tonight? Tell him for me, please, that I need him to
bring the entire rest of his stock – all the wands that he as made that are not
already sold – and bring them here? Oh, and would you tell him that if he would
consider moving his base of operations, I have a secure location already in
mind for him.”

Pisky was bobbing up
and down, she was so excited. Her eyes were bright and she looked like she had
just been given a present. Harry couldn’t resist giving her one more treat. Her
clothes were ragged because she had been working in the kitchen for the morning
and hadn’t changed into her normal clothes – which Hermione had insisted be
good quality robes, that were warm and comfortable. Harry knelt down in front
of Pisky and looked at her. “What is it, Harry Potter, Sir? You are looking at
Pisky very strangely.”

“Pisky, I just
realized that if you are going to go out on an errand for me, that you should
be wearing the best elvin wear. So, let me do this: “Accio twenty meters acrimantulous silk!”

The two waited. And
waited. By Harry’s internal reckoning, it took almost ten minutes for what
Harry summoned to arrive. By magical standards, it was an eternity. However,
when the silk did arrive, Harry knew he could work quickly, because the
conjuring that he had in mind was fairly easy. In Harry’s mind, he pictured
Pisky in a sleeveless top, matching pants, a Hogwarts-style traveling cloak,
with a scarf to match, because it was very cold out. He closed his eyes and let
his magic flow, just as he had done when he did the conjuration in front of
Dumbledore. In the blink of an eye, Pisky was dressed in style. The tunic and
pants were a dark grey, which Harry thought was a dignified color and the heavy
traveling cloak was dark blue. The effect of the two colors together was
smashing, Harry thought.

One last detail
remained. Harry took out one of the galleons from his pocket and transfigured
it, allowing for the rules on the conservation of base metals, and wove the gold
together with the remaining silk, so that a patch with the House of Potter was
created. This he fixed to her tunic with
a permanent sticking charm.

When he stood up, he
conjured an elfish-length mirror and let her see herself. Her squeal of joy and
happiness said it all. “Congratulations, Pisky. You’re the first Elf to wear
the crest of the House of Potter in over two hundred years. Soon all the elves
here will wear it. Do you like your clothes?”

“Oh, yes, Harry
Potter, Sir. I am loving them!”

“Well, good, Pisky.
I’m glad. Remember that this is the way that elves and wizards should care for
each other. I want you to have pride in being a part of this house.”

“You ready to go to
Diagon Alley then?” Pisky nodded and Harry smiled. “Off with you then, now. Be
careful!”

Once she disappeared,
Harry turned and continued up the long hallway that led to the child-care
rooms, where his daughters were. He
thought absentmindedly that Hermione would appreciate Pisky’s new clothes, if
no one else did.

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As Harry
walked into the nursery, he saw that Adrienne, Adrianne, Miranda, Sfinx,
Vivianne and Anna-Marie were on a blanket in front of a warm fire. They were
mostly asleep, but Harry could feel their magic, even at the age of just over
four months old. The three young women
in the room - two Hogwarts graduates (one from Hufflepuff house and the other a
Gryffindor) and a pretty, but very shy muggle who’s name he did not remember –
came over to him.

“Hello,
Harry. Here to see your beautiful girls?”

“Hello, Victoria. Hiya, Susan.
Yes, I thought I’d stop by and play with the girls for a little while. I’ve
missed them. I was up and gone so early this morning that I hardly got to see
them.”

“They’re
wonderful, Harry. I think they can hear each other’s thoughts or something.
I’ve been watching them and they seem to move together. When one cries, the
others seem to want to touch her and reassure her. It’s the most amazing
thing.”

“Victoria? Are you
willing to swear a witches’ oath?”

She looked
puzzled, but then nodded. “Of course, Harry. What would make me want to do so,
though?”

“Well, I
can tell you something about their mothers that will make things a little
clearer and might help you take care of them.”

She
thought about that for a moment, and then nodded. Harry turned to the other
girl, Susan
Fawcett, and looked at her. “Would you swear, too?”

Susan nodded her
ascent, but Victoria
went first. “I, Victoria Frobisher, swear a witches’ oath on my magic that I
will never divulge the information that I am about to receive from Harry
Potter, under pain of death.”

There was a startling
blue light that wrapped itself around her and then faded away.

Harry looked at Susan
and it promoted her to step in front of him and look him in the eye. “I, Susan
Fawcett, swear a witches’ oath on my magic and on my life, that I will never
divulge the information that I am about to receive from Harry Potter”. A darker
blue, more intense light surrounded her and then dissipated.

Harry’s eyes went
wide. She had taken the old wording for the oath. That made it an absolute
guarantee that she would never, ever discuss what he was about to tell them.

He looked at her, took
her hand in his, and said quietly “Thank you. That was very sweet of you to use
the old wording.”

“I meant it, Harry. I
wanted you to feel safe about telling us whatever it is that you feel is so
important.”

Harry looked at her
and spoke very quietly “Ok. So here’s what you need to know. Ginny Potter, my
wife, is an Empath.”

Susan’s jaw dropped. Victoria’s did too, though she covered hers
with her hand. Finally, Susan said ‘She’s an Empath?”

Harry nodded. “Yup.
Not only that, she and I and Hermione all share magic, and we know - we can
hear – each other’s thoughts. Ginny’s talents as an Empath are really cool –
but she doesn’t need to use them with Hermione or me, because she knows what we’re feeling. We’re like
open books to each other.” Harry saw the
looks Susan and Victoria were giving him. “So – to answer your unspoken
question – yes, she knows what the girls are feeling. Ginny felt their life
sparks when Hermione was only four or five months pregnant. She was able to get
Adrianne, Adrienne, and Miranda to calm down inside
Hermione by reaching out to them and reassuring them. What Ginny thinks happened was that all six of the girls somehow bonded or
connected in that moment – by using Ginny’s magic as a bridge.”

Susan’s smiled
widened “It makes sense. We’ve noticed that if you calm one of them and get the
one comfortable, the rest start to calm down too.”

Harry
noticed that the young muggle girl who had been in the room was staring
wide-eyed at all of them, but hadn’t said anything yet. Harry waved her over to
him and motioned her to sit down nearby.

“You’re
confused by all this, aren’t you?” Harry took off his school cape and sat down on
the blanket with his girls.

The young muggle, Beth
was her name, stuttered “Yessss…Llllll Lord Potter.” Harry smiled.

“Just call me Harry.
I’m only a ‘lord’ in the Wizarding world, not in the Muggle world.” Harry
turned his attention for a moment to his girls. All six of them felt his magic.
He scooped up the two who were awake – Miranda and Sfinx. They looked so
different – and yet there was absolutely no doubt that they were Harry’s girls.
None at all.

He looked up at Beth.
“I’m sorry you’ve gotten thrown into all of this, Beth. You and I are probably
pretty close to the same age. You should be out at the mall with your
girlfriends or with your boyfriend or doing anything but being here, trapped.
The only thing that I can say is that I’m trying to keep you, your parents, and
your magical sibling alive and in one piece. The only way I knew how to do that
was to bring everyone under one roof.”

Beth looked at him and
then reached out to touch Sfinx. “It’s all right, Harry. Your girls are
beautiful and I’m having fun. Honestly, I didn’t much like high school and
there are so many other kids here and the library is so amazing….”

Harry chuckled. “You
sound like my wife, Hermione. She loves the library, too.”

“Harry, love. Five minutes and you’re going
to be late for Transfigurations.”

“Thanks, Hermione. I love you. I’m with the girls
in the nursery. I’ll be in class presently.”

“Beth, I’m
sorry. I have to go. I have Transfigurations class in five minutes. Thank you
for all you’re doing here. My girls seem to be happy in your care and I really
appreciate that.”

“No
problem Harry. Thanks for protecting us all. You’re pretty special.”

Harry got
up to leave. There were times when Harry felt terribly, horribly inadequate.
This was one of them. Seventeen years old was young as a father – extremely young – way too young, he thought sadly.
He knew, because of conversations he had with some of the much older muggle
parents who were staying at the Castle, that trying to care for six babies
would have been nearly impossible without magic. Ginny and Hermione still
breast fed the girls four times a day, every day, and had been extremely
faithful to it, so it fell to Harry to play with the girls; dress and change
them as often as he could, and play with them. It was hard at times and he
despaired of ever getting the things done that he knew everyone was counting on
him to accomplish.

Beth
called out to him on his way out the door. “Harry? What’s Transfigurations?”

Harry
smiled. He thought “Accio Pencil” and
Beth watched as a pencil flew to him from a nearby table. Harry took it and
transformed it into a wooden mouse with graphite eyes. He thought about it for
a moment and waived his hand over it, so that the mouse became a deep brown. He
gave it to her with a smile.

He turned
on his heal and walked out of the nursery, whistling.

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He was getting
restless. It had been too long since he had done something really productive.
Classes had been interesting, but somehow less than satisfying. Once he had
gotten out of Transfiguration and then Potions, it was time for Advanced
Applied Herbology.

Herbology didn’t let
out until close to six fifteen and by that time, the girls needed to be taken
off Susan and Beth’s hands. Victoria
had left already by the time he got to them.

Hermione and Ginny were
busy with there training and getting house issues settled, and they were
content to let Harry gather the girls together and take them for a long walk,
before bringing them back to their suite for dinner and playtime.

Some of the
restlessness that Harry had been feeling dissipated when he saw his girls all
together on the main rug in front of the fireplace.

They were very close
to their five-month mark, given that they were born May Fifth, and they were all rolling from their backs to
their sides and holding each other’s hands.
They were also sucking on their toes or each others’ toes. It didn’t
seem to matter, really. Harry thought
that because of their in utero exposure to Ginny’s magic and the fact that
somehow, they had created magical links to each other as a result of Ginny and
Hermiones’ magic, they were going to develop more quickly than was normal, even
if their bodies followed the normal course.

Harry fell to his knees
and wormed his way in between them. They smelled so good and their smiles were
so beautiful that it pained him that he couldn’t take care of them each day,
every day. The fact that Susan and Beth were watching him intently didn’t even
faze him.

One of the things that
only Ginny and Hermione knew about Harry was the fact that he struggled to stay
motivated at times. There was nothing he
wanted more than just to be with is family and shut the rest of the world out.
That meant, at least for him, that work…a job or a career...was of very
secondary importance to him. He knew
what he had to do – to destroy the
Horcruxes and to kill Tom – but wanting to do it, like a full-time job, was
something else entirely.

This evening was all
about the girls though. They were big enough that taking them for a walk, once
they were bundled up a bit, was something that they were going to enjoy.

After kissing the
girls and reassuring each of them that she was loved, he bade Beth and Susan
good night and set about taking care of the girls. They had to be changed, fed,
changed again, and dressed before he could take them outside.

The evening air was
cool and crisp, but there was an enormous full moon and the long, winding road
that went away from the castle and out towards the main road, a mile away, was
well lit and a great walk. The hardest thing Harry had asked to have done by
Matt and Miranda Granger was not giving their permission for him to marry their
daughter, but rather finding a six-seat stroller for the girls. Ginny and Hermione had been pretty confident
that they could fashion one with magic, but rather than go through that, they
thought would be easier to just buy one in muggle London. They were both right and wrong on
this score. They found a store that did
indeed sell them, but since they were custom orders, it took six months to have
one made.

Ultimately, it had
required Hermione to make a discreet visit to the factory in Birmingham, to encourage them to make it on an accelerated schedule.

Whatever, Harry thought. Just so long as they were able
to get it.

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Once they were outside
the castle itself, Harry felt much better. The girls were cooing to themselves
and touching each others’ faces and hands and they seemed in very good spirits
to be going for a walk.

If only it had been
that simple.

They were on their way
back – the seven of them – when He felt it.
It was an enormous dagger, pushing at his metal defenses. His scare
burst into flaming pain and he fell to his knees.

Where are you, Potter.
Avoiding me? You can’t run forever. Surely you don’t want to prolong
this agony, do you?

Fuck you, Tom. You’re nothing but a worthless horses’ ass.
When I’m ready, I’ll find you, and then I’m going to bury your ass permanently.

The fire and the
pressure in his head was building towards unbearable levels.

Dobby!

His cry was desperate
and weak. It was only a matter of time until Tom was able to breech his mental
barriers.

CRACK!

Harry was holding his head,
unable to move or to do anything more than focus on pushing Tom out of his
mind. It was getting harder by the moment. It was a sustained attack of
unprecedented power.

His voice was dry and
ragged. “Dobby. Get my wives. Hurry!”

Crack!. Dobby disappeared in a flash.

Crack! This time, he felt hands on his shoulders. Harry?

‘Mione! Help. Help me push him out of my head. Share
magic.

Both Ginny and
Hermione instantly dropped their mental blocks and poured their power into
Harry. They entered his thoughts and found him
, hiding and afraid. Their mental selves picked him up and formed a
powerful shield around the three of them. When Tom assaulted Harrys’ mind
again, he ran right into the shield.

What is this, Potter? What is this barbarity that you’ve
created?

Having recovered
somewhat, Harry was able to laugh. Tom,
you sniveling pile of toad-shit, this was entirely your doing. If you hadn’t
cursed me, I’d never have married my two wives and we’d never have formed a
golden triangle. But now…well, the three of us can keep you at bay forever.
What’s more, we’re going to hunt you down like a dog and kill you.

Now, get out of my mind.

With an enormous
mental shove, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny pushed Tom out and away from Harry’s
mind.

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