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TRIANGLE DISEASE –

Part II

CHAPTER
EIGHT

“THE FINAL
PROPHECY”

By the_scribbler

the_scribbler (at) shadowgard.com

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From Chapter 7 - “Hope for peace,
but clan for War”

“I don’t know how you keep everything straight, Harry. I’m completely,
totally swamped right now. Between my studies, our training, Phoenix
Industries, and Luna…I’m going crazy trying to make sure that I don’t forget
anything important.”

“Ron – if something is important – WRITE IT
DOWN. I thought that Hermione had taught you that years
ago. If it’s important, you have to, have to, have to
write it down. Preferably in an organized fashion and in
order. It’s the only way that I keep everything straight and Ginny and
Hermione will tell you that to this day, I still forget stuff.”

“Ron, tomorrow we’ll fill the ossuary and send it on it’s
way. For tonight, I want you to get your studies done, get something to eat, go
for an extended walk with Luna, and then come back to the Castle. I’m
increasingly nervous about anyone staying here at Hogwarts at night.”

“Ok, Harry.
I’ll be about another half hour. If you don’t see me by 3:45, send someone to
find me.”

“Ron, I’ll
hold you to it. We can’t afford to loose anyone. Tom knows our plan by now. We
can’t give him a free shot at us.”

“I know mate,
I know.”


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November 15^th

            Cold. God-damn, miserable cold.
The winds were howling and there was nowhere the students could go that it
wasn’t cold. Harry had done the best he could to make the environment around
the castle – the grounds inside the wards – warm and comfortable. Hermione had
taught him about drawing from the magic of land to alter the weather and so the
two of them had spent one very cold afternoon putting up rune-stones so that
they could create the proper wards and then hide or camouflage all of it. It had not been easy. Dobby finally had to
help them with some of his own magic. Once Harry saw what Dobby had done – or,
more specifically, the way that he had done it, Harry wanted to bang his head
against the wall. So simple. So stupidly simple. Harry resented the fact that
Hermione had understood what Dobby was doing from the moment that he had
started his magic. It had taken Harry six hours of study and extra effort to
get it to the point where he could reproduce it. Of course, even though
Hermione had understood what Dobby had done and even had been able to duplicate
a part of it, she didn’t have the raw power to duplicate it in its entirety. At least not until she shared magic with her husband.
Once she shared magic with Harry, she had not only been able to re-recreate
what Harry had done, but had done it with a great deal of ease.

Once the weather-wards were in place and the students could practice
attacks and defenses on green, warm grass instead of fighting their way through
cold, biting winds, their teamwork quickly improved. The individual pairs were also coming along
at a frightening pace. The improvement came, Harry thought, partially because
of the challenges that Harry and Hermione had set and their accompanying
rewards, but also because of the intimacy of the teamwork. The
legilimency-charmed necklaces allowed those teams who were already intimate to
know what their partner was thinking and feeling at all times. The necklaces
had also helped those teams who were considering becoming intimate make
the hard decisions that were absolutely necessary to get to that point. There
had been some break-ups because of painful discoveries or hidden truths that
had come out, but both Harry and Hermione had been surprised by the ease of the
transitions that most couples had made.

The ‘coupling-up’ of so many couples, and Harry’s insistence that
Dumbledore allow the sixth, and seventh-year couples to sleep together without
interference or their parents’ knowledge had prompted a row of sorts between
Harry, Dumbledore, and Minerva McGonagall. Finally, Hermione had been forced to
step in and restore calm by assuring Dumbledore that yes, birth control had
been thought about and yes, they had had extensive talks to each couple before
giving them the necklaces.   Dumbledore
had been forced to admit that Hermione’s plans were sound and that the couples
who had gotten together first would have gotten together anyway, given time.
Some of the pairings had been unexpected, but welcomed just the same.

There did seem to be a fair bit of ‘follow-the-leader’ though and it might
have bothered Harry or his wives, if the parings didn’t make so much
sense. Fred and Angelina had gotten
together and were living at their shop in Diagon Alley, while Alicia Spinet,
Katie Bell and George were living together and planning a wedding for the next
spring.

At the same time, Neville Longbottom had found real love with Lavender
Brown and Parvati Patil and he could usually be found at night snuggled between
the two of them. His growth, both
physically and in his magic, had been staggering to watch. Neville had turned
seventeen the day before Harry, July 30^th, and while he would never
be able to match Harry’s raw, innate power, Neville had discovered that he had
his own peculiar (and frightening) powers. The most dramatic of them was the
ability to cast lightning bolts of incredible power with pinpoint accuracy.
What was more amazing was that as soon as Neville, Lavender, and Parvati shared
magic together, they were able to create vast lightning storms of ferocious
destructiveness. He also learned that he could make plants grow just by willing
it or kill them just as easily.


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Neville came to Harry one cold afternoon at the beginning of November,
before mid-semester exams as Harry was walking the third-floor hallway on the
way to Dumbledore’s office.

“Oy, Harry! Got a second?”

“Hey, Neville! I’ve got about a minute before I have to meet with the Headmaster. Can
you talk fast as we walk?”

Neville fell into step with Harry, even though it was a very fast pace.
“Harry? What happened to get you together with both Hermione and Ginny?
Did you ask them to marry you?”

Harry threw back his head and roared with laughter. So
much so that he stopped for a moment and just laughed.

“Neville? You don’t
know the story?”

Neville looked nonplussed. “No. No one has ever said anything. All we
know is that suddenly, you three were together and that was that. It was as if
it was meant to be or something.”

“It’s quite a story. Actually, we were cursed by Tom.”

“Same shite, different day?”

Harry nodded. Neville understood. Perhaps better that most all others
who were affected by the war.

He continued. “Anyway, it was an old, old curse that some ancient
wizard scrawled on the wall of a tomb in Egypt. A Gringotts curse-breaker found it sometime between May and July
a year ago. It’s called Trigonum Morbus curse. Hermione thinks
that the translation was wrong though and that it should have been translated
as Trigonum Mortuis or the ‘Triangle death’ curse. Supposedly, at least
according to those who discovered it, the curse was intended originally to be a
way of enforcing marriage vows or something, but it kills those who don’t apply
the counter-curse. So anyway, I was cursed on August 8, a year ago, so were the
two women whom I loved the most. If I hadn’t been such a daft git, I would have
been able to tell you or anyone else that of course, the two I loved
most in the whole world were Ginny and Hermione. So, we had to marry and Ginny
and Hermione had to get pregnant within twenty-four hours or die. Since I already loved both Hermione and Ginny
– differently, but just as strongly - and they loved me enough to be willing to
marry me, I asked for their parents’ blessings and then Ginny, Hermione and I
were married.”

“Harry, that’s…well, I don’t know what to say. Of course, everyone
always knew how much Hermione loved you and it was equally obvious that Ginny
had always loved you - ever since you saved her life in your second
year.”

“Well….yea. She told me and she showed me that memory. You know how
you, Lavender, and Parvati are able to hear each other’s thoughts because of
the necklaces? Well, Ginny, Hermione, and I can do the same thing purely
because of our bond magic. I know how they are feeling and what they are
thinking, no matter where they are. I can also see their dreams and they see
everything I’m thinking or dreaming about.”

Harry chuckled. “Ya know, Neville, Tom’s a fool. He thought that the way to
power was to be an absolute, solitary dictator and lead by fear. We’re going to
beat him by loving each other and working together. In some ways, it almost doesn’t
seem fair. Love makes you so much more powerful than hate ever could.”

“Well – that’s what I came to ask you about. I want to ask Lavender and
Parvati to marry me and I….” He hesitated, and then
said hesitantly, tremulously “I need you to help me make it happen, if you’re
willing”

“Oh my God, Neville! That’s great. When do you want to have it happen?”

“I want to ask them at Thanksgiving”

“That’s in less than a week and a half. How can I help then? Is there
something I can do?”

Neville lowered his eyes, unable to look Harry in the eye “I’m not sure
how to ask this, but I don’t have the money to get rings for the girls. My
family’s fortunes have long since been depleted and….”

“Neville – don’t say anything more. I will transfer galleons to your personal
account tomorrow. You are family to me, and I never, ever let family go
wanting. You will get the rings you girls have always wanted and we will make
sure your wedding is, if you forgive the expression, magic.”

Neville’s eyes went wide, and he grinned, and then Harry saw a tear
begin to form. Harry put a hand on his friends’ shoulder. “Don’t be
embarrassed, Neville. It’s all right. I’m glad you came to me. You have given
me something that I could never buy – your friendship and your loyalty. You’ve
risked your life repeatedly to defend me and mine.”

With that, Harry turned, whistling as he went, and walked the last
steps to the gargoyle in front of Dumbledore’s office.

“Toffee pops”

Harry disappeared up the magical stairs, while Neville stared after
him, not knowing what to think or what to say to the boy-who-lived. He would
never have imagined that Harry could give without even a thought, asking
nothing in return. In that moment, as he watched Harry go up Dumbledore’s
steps, Neville thought that maybe that was what he’d always remember of the
greatest hero of the wizarding world.


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Harry was pacing back and forth. They had been at this conversation for
an hour.

“Professor, we’ve GOT to do this. We can’t leave them up there alone. I
don’t care of Karkaroff was a death eater. He’s dead. Do we really want to lose
access to their library or risk having all of those students
go to Tom simply because we’re unwilling to reach out? I told you
already, the Castle can hold another three or four-hundred students and if I
have to build an addition, I’ll do it.”

“Harry, I know this seems important to you, but we can’t be
side-tracked. You got your way when Madame Maxime brought all of her girls from
Beauxbatons’ to Potter
Castle. I can’t say that
it was a bad idea, either, given how good they are at defensive magic.
Durmstrang is an entirely different matter, however. They emphasize learning
the dark arts and then try to rein their students in when they go too far
afield and start cursing each other in the hallways. I’ve been there and I’ve
seen it with my own eyes. I don’t think we can risk it.”

“Professor – you’ll forgive me if I seem bull-headed on this, but we’ve
already redeemed about a quarter of those we thought we had lost in Slytherin.
I know that it was mostly the Slytherin girls who came to us, but it was a damn
good start. I think that by bringing the Durmstrang students into the fold that
we can concentrate the magical community within these walls and at Potter Castle.
If nothing else, it would give us a standing army of almost two thousand
people. Most all of those, save for the first through fourth year students here
at Hogwarts, have dragon-hide armor now and extra wands. That means we have
just less than twelve-hundred people under arms right now. That’s twice as many
as Tom has and most of ours are better armed, better trained, and far better
motivated.”

“Harry, forgive an old man’s hesitation. I know that you’re probably
right, but I shudder to think what a fifth column for Tom could do to our ranks
inside these walls. I’m hesitant because I can’t bear to lose any more than
we’ve lost already.”

“Professor? Can we summon Ron? He knows much more about what’s being planned and
what our defenses are than I do. I’m just the financier and the idea-guy, not
the tactician.”

Dumbledore looked at him. “Right now, Harry?”

“Yes, right now. If we’re going to have this conversation, than we need
to have him here. I can’t tell you everything that is going on without having
him lay it out for you. Since it’s going to take your magic to make is
possible, I don’t see where not telling you is going to serve any purpose. I’m
not Tom, Professor. I don’t like keeping secrets unless I absolutely have to.”

Dumbledore picked up his wand from the desk in front of him and pointed
it at his own throat. “Sonorous”. When he was satisfied that the spell
worked, he said in a calm and authoritative voice “Ron Weasley, please report
to the Headmaster’s office immediately. Ron Weasley to the
Headmaster’s office. Thank you”.

Harry could hear the Headmaster’s voice booming all over Hogwarts. It
was just like listening to the PA system in his old primary school when he was
living at Privet drive.

The Headmaster dismissed the spell by again pointing the wand-tip at
his own throat. This time, Harry heard nothing at all. He knew, however, that
the Headmaster had used magic again because he could feel its use wash
over him. It was subtle, but he could still feel it.

Three minutes later, a very out-of-breath Ron Weasley came tearing up
the Headmaster’s stairs.

Harry rose to greet him with a hug when he came into the room.

“Harry, what’s this all about? It bloody well better be important,
mate, because you pulled me away from our tactical training class.”

Harry looked up at the Headmaster, which caused Ron to look up too.
“Oh, sorry Headmaster, I Knew you had called me, but I was thrown off by seeing
Harry. What can I do for you?”

“It’s not me, Ron, it’s Harry who insisted
that you be here. He told me that you could talk about what you’re planning to
do to defend Hogwarts and Potter
Castle better than he
could and he seemed pretty insistent that he wasn’t the one to tell me the details
of what you’re planning.”

Ron turned to Harry and looked at him with a pained expression. How
well Harry knew that look!

“Oy, mate, you’re putting me on the spot. I
just got the plans together in their final form and I’ve not even had a chance
to share them with Hermione, Ginny, or Luna.”

Harry grinned. He knew that Ron’s talent for strategy was beyond all of
them and the only reason that Ron mentioned Hermione and Ginny was to disguise
the fact that he wanted to share them with Luna first. It buoyed Harry’s soul to know that his best
mate had found such love in Luna. Molly was having kittens, Harry was sure,
that her youngest son was going to get married before her eldest, Charlie, but
Harry was pretty confident that Arthur was very, very proud of Ron and entirely
satisfied about the fact that Ron was so very much in love that he would want
to get married as soon as he had earned his NEWT’s.

“Ron, stop stalling. Your plans are brilliant. I need to have you share
them with the Headmaster, so that he can tell the other heads-of-houses about
what you’re planning.”

“Okay, okay! Accio war plans!”

The plans quickly enough flew through one of the high windows in the
Headmaster’s office. Ron snatched them out of mid-air, showing that his
Quidditch skills were still up to par. “May I, Professor?” pointing to the
Headmaster’s desk.

“Of course, Mr. Weasley.”

Ron stretched the plans out on the desk and indicated that the
Headmaster and Harry should budge up on either side of him.

Ron began tentatively. “Headmaster, before I begin, I have to tell you
that the only thing that I am sure of is that there are things that I’ve missed
and things I’ve not planned for. I’ve done my best and racked my brain again
and again to try to account for things that Tom could throw against us, but I
know I’m still missing things. That’s why I wanted to show the plans to
Hermione, Ginny, and Luna. They see things differently and I know that they’d
be able to add to what I’ve laid out here.”

While Ron was making allowances for things he might have missed, Harry
was intently looking at the plans. There
were contingencies for most everything that he had brought up with Ron the last
time the two of them had talked.

Harry thought that the better person to be looking at these plans was
the Headmaster himself. After all, he had planned and carried out the attack on
Grindelwald in 1945. The only difference was that the weapons they were going
to get to use were considerably nastier, especially the VX gas that Harry had
acquired. Ol’ Tommy boy was in for a rude
surprise, Harry thought with satisfaction.

The three of them talked for another hour before Harry was satisfied
that Dumbledore had been thoroughly briefed on all of the plans and that Ron
really had thought of everything.

All during the meeting, something about the magical bridge between
Hogwarts and Potter
Castle niggled at him. It
was as though the very idea of a bridge was trying to tell him something.

He didn’t mention it thought and by the time Harry and Ron walked out
of Dumbledore’s office, it was almost five pm. That was the witching hour for
the school. With the exception of Astronomy classes, no teachers were holding
lessons after 5 pm. and all of the students and faculty – those who had chosen
not to live at Hogwarts – were returning to Potter Castle
through the magical bridge that had been built.

At first, Dumbledore was astonished that such a thing could be made,
but then Harry reminded him of the connected vanishing cabinets that Lucius
Malfoy had forced Draco Malfoy to use to let death eaters into the school two
days after Sirius had escaped, almost to the cost of Dumbledore’s life. Had it
not been for a prophecy that Snape didn’t know about, Dumbledore would not have
had time to prepare and cast the Resurrexit charm. As it was, it had been a close thing. Snape’s
Avada Kedavra had blown the Headmaster off the north tower and it had
not been for Fawkes, his body would not have survived the fall.

Once Snape had done what the prophecy predicted he would do, and he was
well away from the school, the Resurrexit charm kicked in and
Dumbledore woke up. The funeral that
followed was a necessity to maintain the illusion that the Headmaster had been
killed. Most of the students had believed it, which is what Albus needed them
to believe, so that other plans could be put into place.

It was Tom’s use of the Trigonum Mortuis that
interfered with Dumbledore’s’ plans and brought him out of hiding many months
sooner than he had anticipated.

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There
was a queue at the portal to Potter Castle and Harry supposed that he could
have waited, but he was anxious to get back and see his daughters, as well as
Hermione and Ginny, so he apparated back to the Castle, using his private port
key. There was still so much do to and the three of them were not nearly
satisfied that with the status quo.

When Harry got back to the Castle, his thoughts were preoccupied with
the fact that there were still four Horcruxes to hunt down and destroy. He
thought he knew were three of them were. The locket was almost assuredly at No. 12 Grimmauld Place
while Helga Hufflepuff’s cup was either at Hogwarts or it was at the Malfoy’s
Castle. If it was at Hogwarts, they were going to have fewer problems finding
it. If it was at the Malfoy’s, it presented a much larger challenge.

Finding Nagini was easy. She was with Tom. Find Tom; find the snake.
Kill the snake first and Tom is human again.
Easier said than done, Harry thought as he walked to the nursery where
his girls were being cared for.

When he got to the nursery, he found Ginny and Hermione sitting in the
overstuffed chairs in the corners, quietly nursing two of their three girls.
Beth was in the far corner, holding Sfinx and Adrianne.   Harry walked over to her and quietly asked,
“May I?”

Beth looked up with a smile and said “of course, Harry. They’ve been
wonderful today!”

Harry sat down and took his two girls in his arms and held them too his
chest. He kissed their faces and felt their warm breaths on his face. It made
Harry choke with emotion. “Ginny? Hermione?” Harry’s
‘voice’ was thick with the sudden wave of emotion that had overcome him. “I
love our girls so much. It’s good to be home! I want to be able to spend all my
time with all of you. God damn Tom to hell for pulling me
away from all of you.”

The two of them answered him in one voice “We know, Harry. We can
always feel your love for us.”

It was one of those moments that he was very glad that muggles could not hear his thoughts or know his feelings.
He didn’t want to have to explain or be overheard talking to his wives. None
the less, he was very happy that Beth walked back into the nursery with two
bottles of warm milk. Harry had not seen her duck out, but she obviously had
done so and he really appreciated it.

Harry had a sudden inspiration. “Ginny? Hermione?
Does either of you have a galleon in your pocket or somewhere in your bags?”

Ginny looked at him quizzically from across the
nursery “What are you up to, Harry?”

“I’m going to show Beth a bit of magic and at the same time, give her
something I think she’ll really appreciate.”

While he was concentrating on feeding Sfinx and Adrianne, his thoughts
were on them. He wanted to make sure that each of them drank enough to quell
her hunger. Once they were full, he held each over his shoulder to ‘burp’ her.
Harry thought it was a little like getting the air out of a bag of crisps
before putting it away, but he wasn’t going to tell Hermione or Ginny that.

Finally, Ginny was able to dig a galleon out of one of the pouches on
the side of her schoolbag. She flipped it in mid air to Harry. He, with the
lightning-fast Quidditch seeker reflexes, snatched it out of mid-air.

“Beth, could you come here?”

“Of course, Harry. What is it? Do you need me to hold one of the
girls?”

“No, nothing like that. It’s just that I’d like to give you something. Can
you close your eyes for a minute? I’ll tell you when to open them.”

Following the transfiguration rule regarding the conservation of base
metals, Harry held the galleon in his hand for a moment. “Ok Beth, open your
eyes and watch.”

Harry looked at the galleon and thought about Fawkes looked like when
she had her wings fully stretched out. He thought she was really beautiful.
Suddenly, the galleon shimmered in his palm and there, in its place, was a
beautiful miniature gold phoenix. He placed it in her hand and looked at her.
“This is yours, Beth, to thank you for what you are doing here for me and for
my girls. I want you to know that I really love and appreciate what you’re
doing to take care of them every day.”

Beth was teary-eyed as she looked down at the amazing, golden phoenix.
Harry looked at her and said quietly “Would you like to wear it as a pin?”

She nodded, so Harry scooped up the pin and placed it on her left
chest, comfortably above her breast so that it could be seen, and used a
temporary sticking charm on it so that she could wear it back to her parents’
rooms in the muggle part of the Castle.

“Harry? That was beautiful. I can’t believe that you’d do something
so wonderful for someone who hardly know.”

“I don’t need to know her as a friend to tell that I appreciate her.
Her sister is Eleanor Branstone and Eleanor is on my team. I wanted Beth to
know that her sister is in good hands. If not good hands, at least

caring hands.”

Hermione smiled brilliantly at him from across the room. “Do you
know how wonderful you are, Harry?”

Harry could only blush at his wife’s praise. Until last August, Harry
had not really believed all the kind things that had been said about him or to
him by those around him. The two women who had come to love him most had
changed all of that. He knew now that he was important to at least eight people
and knowing that made all the difference in the world to him.

Staying alive had suddenly become very, very important to him and he
was determined to come home to his family every night.


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Late Morning, November 21^st

There was no time to waste. Once the four teams, including the
Beauxbatons team, had been organized and started training, Harry knew that it
was going to be a matter of time before they were going to see action. It was
precisely that ‘action’ which gave Harry, as well as Hermione and Ginny,
nightmares.

Bed had become increasingly a place where they didn’t want to be. Not
because any of them felt unwanted or unloved, but because bed was the place
where the awful dreams tormented them and their private, individual doubts
assailed them.

As a result, each of them became restless and was feeling stressed and
isolated. Harry could see it in their eyes. Neither Hermione nor Ginny were
willing to do anything that would disappoint him and or their team members. It
was a horrible thing, they were discovering, to have to lead people, because
what could happen to them – to their friends and those who had signed up to put
their lives on the line – was all too real.

The day had come when the teams were no longer using disarming charms
or simple jinxes. Harry, Hermione,
Ginny, Neville, and the others they could trust had begun training the teams to
perform the curses that would maim and kill.

The first day that the teams trained to use the curses, Harry had
bought several cows and had them brought to the castle. The arguments over doing so had raged between
the three of them such that they caused the castle itself to shake with the
power of their emotions. Harry tried to
explain to both Hermione and Ginny that the team members had to know. They
had to see... what the curses could do; would do to people. Harry tried to convince them, without
success.

Finally, he had one of the cows brought around to a secluded part of
the castle and tied by a short lead to a post, so it couldn’t wander off. Harry asked both Hermione and Ginny to watch
and remember. When he turned back to the cow, he muttered Mortuis.

They could feel it. For as rudimentary as a cow’s emotions were, its
pain was still palpable. It died in terrible, awful pain they knew, and then it
literally exploded, just as the death eaters who had attacked the Hogwarts
Express had died the previous September.
Ginny and Hermione looked at Harry, then at the bits of blood and bone
everywhere, and then promptly lost their lunches, in painful heaves that went
on for some minutes.

Once they had recovered, they looked at him. The argument was over and
Harry had made his point. They silently nodded their understanding and
willingness to comply with his orders, and left to rejoin their teams.

What was more terrible was the need to stress to the teams that they
were not going to take prisoners and no mercy was going to be given. It was
not, as they had so naively believed, a matter of capturing people and turning
them over to the Ministry. To that end,
Harry had given each member of the four teams an emergency portkey in the event
that they were about to be captured. He explained to them all, though he fought
back tears to do so, that if they were captured, they were on their own. It was
horrible and cold, but it had to be that way, because Tom Riddle would do
everything he could to use leverage to get to Harry.

There had been some harsh criticism of that decision and the grumbling
had been loud and particularly harsh regarding his ‘high-handedness’, until he
told them all the nature and the wording of the prophecy. Once they knew the
reason; the policy on prisoners and hostages became apparent. Afterwards, there
was much discussion, quietly, about how that changed each members’
calculus about what he or she was prepared to do to avoid being captured.


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NINE DAYS LATER – November 30^th.

            Hermione was feeling ill. She should have been feeling
great, but she wasn’t. Her nerves were shot and she was not sleeping, except
when she became so exhausted that she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer.
The only peace she was getting was when she was with her girls and she was
nursing. Even then, she could feel the pull of the nightmares; the awful images
threatening to drag her soul down into despair. The screams and the cries of
pain were particularly hard and made her want to crawl under a rock and hide.
Ginny was not in any better shape. Her hair – normally full of luster and
bounce was flat and was developing rats’ nests at the ends. She hadn’t brushed
it in days and she looked like she was going to pass out on her feet.

They both pushed their way through the double-doors that led into the
master bedroom and each collapsed into ‘their’ chairs.

“Harry? we can’t continue….continue at this
pace. We’ve got to get some sleep and recover.”

Harry looked at Ginny and then at Hermione. He was trying to figure out
which of them had been talking to him. His eyes were slightly unfocused and he
looked like death warmed over.

Ron had already collapsed from the pace they were all setting and had
been carried off to the Hospital wing for two days of narcotic-induced sleep.
Cho Chang, Neville Longbottom, and others were similarly fatigued and had
requested time to recover.

When the haze started to close in, Harry called out into the air:
Dobby?

There was a muffled crack! And suddenly Dobby was standing in
front of him. Harry had sent Dobby away
for five days of vacation before the little elf ran himself into the ground and
he had only just returned to work the previous day.

“Master Harry? You asked for me? What can I be doing for you?”

“Dobby? I can barely
move. Hermione, Ginny, and I need sleep. Can you go to Madam Pomfrey at St.
Mungo’s and ask her for potions of dreamless sleep? Tell her that we are
desperate and need her help to get it.”

His eyes closed again, involuntarily, before Dobby could even answer
him. Harry barely heard the crack! that accompanied Dobby’s
disappearance.

Once the girls were all fed, Pisky, Pasky, and the other house elves
took the girls off to be changed and dressed for their afternoon naps. Both
Ginny and Hermione were wiped out and had started to pass out in the specially
designed nursing chairs that occupied the coveted positions in front of the
fireplace.

There was a third crack! And this time, Madame Pomfrey was with
Dobby. She obviously did not have the magic within her necessary to pass
through the wards and charms that protected Potter Castle,
so Dobby had to have brought her.
Harry’s mind was lucid enough to figure that much out, but he couldn’t
remember why Dobby had been sent to get her.

Since Harry was pretty much the only person Dobby would listen to,
other than Ginny and Hermione, Harry knew one of them must have asked for the
medi-witch to have been brought.

It did not take long for the famous medi-witch to start her famous
clucking noise. She did it only when she was really annoyed and it had become a
source of great amusement for students to try to imitate it properly.

First, she pointed her wand at Harry – her most famous patient – and
then at Ginny and Hermione.

“Just as I thought, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter and Mrs. Potter” She made a
hrumf noise that expressed, eloquently, her irritation with their
marital arrangement. Neither Harry, Ginny, nor Hermione
were at all bothered by it. They knew that Madame Pomfrey was the consummate
professional and could separate her personal feelings from her Professional
duties. Besides which, the three of them
knew that her irritation was with Tom and not them. The Medi-witch, more than
anything at all, wanted her charges to be happy and she knew that the three of
them - when they weren’t incredibly, stupidly tired - were very happy together.

“You’re all seriously, even dangerously exhausted. I’m going to get you
all to bed and then each of you is going to take a full vial of the draught of
dreamless sleep. You will not wake for twenty four hours. When you do, you will
each be ravenously hungry. After that, you will sleep twelve more hours. Then you should be fine.”

Madame Pomfrey took out her wand and without warning, levitated each of
them into bed, with Harry in the middle. A second wave of the wand and the
three of them were naked. A final wave and each had a vial of the draught to
drink. She watched them with a studious eye as she made sure the vials had been
completely emptied and then she accio’d the
empties back to her and put them in her pocket.

It took but a single moment and the three of them were sound asleep.

“Dobby? Can you
protect them for the next day? Make sure NO ONE gets in here, except for you
and your friends. If you need help taking care of the girls, send for Molly
Weasley. She’ll come straight away.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Dobby is Master Harry’s elf and his friend. Nothing and no one will
get close to Harry while Dobby is alive.”

“I understand, Dobby. You are quite an extraordinary friend to Harry. Perhaps his most loyal friend, other than his wives. Can you tell me how to get out of the Castle?
I’ve tried to apparate, but I can feel myself going nowhere fast.”

Dobby threw his head back and actually laughed. It was the first time
Madame Pomfrey had ever heard a house-elf laugh and it was it was a most
extraordinarily wonderful sound. She was beginning to see why Harry was so
dangerous. He had in amazing group of friends who were completely dedicated to
him.

“Dobby will bring you home or anywhere you want to go, Madame.”

“I think you’ll do just that, Dobby. Thank you!” She bent down and kissed Dobby right on the
head, just forward of the spot where his ears grew.

Her kiss had an astonishing affect. Dobby started crying. His tears
were glistening jewels as they ran down his cheeks. Dobby gathered them up and
put them on Madame Pomfrey’s arms and hands. As
he did so, he looked up and smiled. It was a smile of hope and affection.

As he smiled at her, she felt the constant pain in her back, and the
pain in her hands and elbows, which had been her constant companion for many
years suddenly leave her. It was as if she was at least forty years younger.
She stood up, straight and tall. The
sensation was almost overwhelming. She had developed the stoop in her back as a
way of avoiding some of the pain in her back and over time, it had become a
permanent posture.

Her arms were no longer in pain and they hanged at her side with no
discomfort at all.

“Oh Dobby! What a gift you have given me. I don’t care if it
only lasts an hour. Thank you, my new friend!!”

She bent down, now that she could, and gave him an enormous hug and a
second kiss to make sure that he felt the first one. “I love it. I feel so
young. Thank you so much!”

Madame Pomfrey made a mental note to herself to go and check on the
properties of the tear of a house elf.


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December First

            There was something magical that happened every time
Harry woke between his wives. That first moment of consciousness when their
minds were fully open to each other always produced a wave of love and peaceful
feelings that were the greatest narcotic that any of the three of them could
imagine.

Harry rolled to his left slightly, so that he could kiss Hermione. I
love you, Hermione, he thought to her. He did the same for Ginny, as he
turned to his right.

He looked over at the grandfather clock above the fireplace. 7:43 am. What day is it? Harry wasn’t at all sure how long they had
been asleep. The last thing he remembered was being feed a potion by Madame
Pomfrey that tasted awful. He had now idea when that was. Draught
of Dreamless Sleep. Harry remembered. It was the peculiar taste of
the damn stuff that he remembered. It was like sauerkraut that had started to
go bad. He had been awake long enough, he was sure that he would have thrown
up. It was truly vile. Or was that vial?
Harry started laughing at his own joke. A truly bad Joke he
thought. It was just perverse enough though that Hermione might actually
appreciate it. Hermione loved language
even more than he did, even though she was actually awful at poetry; while he
reveled in it. Harry had made a point of
going and collecting all of the first print editions of Robert Frosts’ poetry,
as well as that of Alfred Lord Tennyson, Shelly, Keats, and several others.

There was something to be said for living in a castle that had no
televisions; no radios (except the Worldwide Wizarding Wireless), and no real
connections to the outside, except the news brought in by letter or by the Daily
Prophet. One of the great benefits is that it made a person focus on
relationships and the things that were really important. The news, however
interesting, was just not that important in the grand scheme of things. For the
sake of all the muggle families living at Potter castle, he was trying to get
several copies of the Times of London as well as the Financial Times and the
New York Times sent to the castle ever day, but the results had been sketchy so
far.

Where there was no electricity, there were no alarm clocks,
battery-powered or otherwise; no computers…in essence, nothing that would be
called ‘modern’ or even ‘muggle’ – except for the grandfather clock, which was
a necessary evil. The magical side of
the castle was totally devoid of anything muggle, with the exception of some of
the furniture. It was Ginny, curiously enough, who wanted to keep it that way.
She liked the definitive transition between muggle and magical. Ginny, more so
than either Harry or Hermione, reveled in her magical status. Hermione thought
it was because her bond-mate was so extraordinarily powerful whereas Harry put
it down to a more simple explanation. Ginny was simply afraid of the muggle
world because she really didn’t understand that much about it. Hermione thought it her job, after the war
was over, to teach Ginny about what it was like to be muggle.

As soon as the three of them were up and had marched off the bathroom
for their joint morning shower, the talking started. By agreement, the three of
them always gave each other space for the first ten to fifteen minutes of each
day. They spent that time in total personal silence. No communication, mental
or aloud. Nothing. It was their joint way of
transitioning into the day and getting ready to face what was coming. Of
course, before Madame Pomfrey had arrived to help, three of them had been going
hours in between spoken or thought words or desires, because they were so exhausted.

Having rested and showered, the three of them found themselves actually
needing communication and reassurances.

It was Ginny who broke the silence first. ”Hermione?
Harry?”

She looked at the two of them, as the stood in front of the mirror in
the warm bathroom. They saw the love in her eyes and they both muttered, ”Oh Ginny!” and wrapped themselves around her and
each other.

The three of them fell into a ‘cuddle puddle’ on the rug, oblivious to
the fact that they were in the bathroom and not on their bed.


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After the three of them made love together on the floor, each could
sense that the other two were in a better place. It was a much happier feeling
then any they had experience in the previous three weeks.

Are we alright now? Harry asked
his wives.

Hermione squeezed his around the waist. Better, Harry. Still a
little tired, but better than I was. We should get a big batch of that potion
made up and given to everyone tonight or tomorrow night.

Ginny looked at her lovers through sparkling blue eyes. She leaned in
close to kiss Hermione and enjoy the feeling of her
bare breasts rubbing against Hermione’s. Ginny didn’t even have to say
anything. Hermione could see that her bond-mate was back from her ‘bad place’
not only physically, but emotionally and mentally as well.

Harry pulled them as close to him as he could; turning to kiss each in
turn. We’re going to survive this.

“We know” came the joint reply; followed by a giggle.

Harry grinned. He loved it when they answered together. There was
something really special about hearing both of their voices in his head at the
same time.

I’m cold, Hermione
thought.

Not for long, love. Ginny let the
fire that always warmed her radiate out, so that her bond-mate and her husband
would be more comfortable.

I love it when you do that, Ginny. Should I call you ‘hot water
bottle’?

Not if you want to keep enjoying my favors, I think. Ginny said in his mind, with an understated laugh.

It’s a good thing you look so damn sexy in knickers, Ginevra Potter, or
otherwise, I might not be able to put up with your teasing.

Prat.

Hermione laughed. She knew better than to get in between the two of
them, mentally or otherwise, when they were in a teasing mood. She had done it
once when her breasts were heavy with milk, and had been tickled and teased so
unmercifully, that she squirted milk everywhere as she convulsed in orgasm.

Their banter went back and forth
for several more minutes, before the three of them wandered back into their
bedroom, to dress for breakfast.


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“Mr. Potter. Your attention is wandering. I asked you to perform the
transformation.”

He blinked as he realized that his attention really had wandered.
Hermione, Ginny, Neville, and most all of the other seventh-years who had made it into the NEWT transfiguration class were
looking at him, wondering how he was going to do with the task at hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Was thinking about tonight”

“I understand that you’re distracted Harry. Tonight is going to be
exciting, but I need your attention HERE. Now, please do the transfiguration
charm”.

Harry looked down at the pine martin – a weasel type creature that had
been killed for the purpose of teaching – so that they could practice making
Inferi. They hoped that by knowing how
to make them, they would learn how to unmake them. Since Inferi are already
dead, you can’t kill them a second time.

“Remember Harry, I want you to cast the charm as you focus your will on
the creature. I want you to get it to move, first. Once you’ve done that, we’ll
work on it doing more complicated things.”

Harry looked at her and then at the creature. The re-animation spell
was easy enough to say…but it was quite another thing entirely for the witch or
wizard to focus his or her will sufficiently to make it happen. “You have to
want it to happen strongly enough that you can see it already happening in your
mind” McGonagall had said.

Since it was a non-verbal spell or rather, it could be done
non-verbally, Harry had to think “Alacritas Phasmatis” while focusing on
wanting the animal to move. He quickly
found that while it was one thing to want something; a corpse; to move, it was
also important to know how you want it to move.

After two failed attempts, Harry finally got the dead creature to come
to its feet and slink around the room. It was creepy and slightly sickening to
see a creature with no life it its eyes moving around a room.

He
shared the feelings with Ginny and Hermione, so that they knew how much he had
to concentrate on making the spell work. It might have been cheating,
technically, but they weren’t yet being tested for marks in the class and Harry
figured that they need to master this particular spell as quickly as possible.

By the time the rest of the DA had tried, only Ron and Neville had been
unsuccessful.

After class was over, Harry pulled them aside.

“Ron, Neville, come here. We need to talk.”

Ron was looking surly and Neville, just annoyed.

Harry
met Ron’s eyes. “Ron, you can do the Inferi spell. You just need to know how it
feels to concentrate the right way. I can show you, if you want to learn it.”

By
this time, Luna was standing by Ron’s side. His eyes flicked down and saw that
they had interlaced their fingers. Harry noted quietly that their interactions
were as natural looking as his were with Ginny and Hermione.

Ron’s eyes followed Harry’s and a shy grin crept across his face as he
saw what Harry was looking at.

“Good one, mate. I love that the two of you have gotten together.”

Luna reached up and gently swept a lock of hair up and away from Ron’s face. “He’s mine” she said wistfully.

“Focus, Harry” sounded Hermione’s voice in his head. “You’re going to be late for
Runes, if you don’t get moving”.

I know. I’ll just show him and then trot over there. I love you.

I know, Harry. I love you too.

Harry’s eyes focused again, as he looked at his friends. Neville was
off to the side, looking at Ron and Luna standing together and also returning
Harry’s gaze.

“I’m
going to try to teach you, quickly, what the spell feels like when it works.
When I look at you, I want the each of you in turn to drop your occlumency
shields and let me in. I’m not going to look around or anything. I’m simply
going to try to contact you. I want you to listen to my voice in your mind and
take the memory from me as I push it at you. You’ll feel it; see it; and
experience it the way I felt and saw it. You can then use that as the basis of
your efforts.”

Ron looked uncomfortable with the idea, but Luna looked at him and he
settled down.

“Ron, since you’re the most uncomfortable about this, I’m going to do
you first. Once you see how easy it is, Neville will have no problems with it.
Just remember, this is not about bravery. I’m not threatening you or anything.
You’ll hear me in your mind just the way you hear Luna. It’s like I’m talking
to you that same way. The only difference is that you’ll initially feel me
enter your mind – like someone opening a door that you thought you had closed.
Don’t react to it. When you feel the intrusion, just say ‘hi’, the same way you
talk to Luna and it will be over and I’ll be gone almost before you know it.”

Luna had put her arms around Ron, to calm him, and it seemed to be
working. Before Ron had a chance to become any more nervous, Harry thought Legillemens!
- looking Ron in the eye as he did so.
Abruptly, Harry felt the door in Ron’s
mind open. The first thing he pushed across the newly-formed link was the
thought: “Remember! Just say hi…”

It took a moment for Ron to really relax and realize that Harry was not
in his mind to look around.

“Here. See it…feel it. See how I wanted it to do that specific thing?”

Harry mentally guided Ron through the experience of the spell; pointing
him in certain directions when he felt his friend starting to stray from the
necessary mindset.

It took all of two minutes to get Ron to where he needed to be. The
others were standing around, watching as the two wizards stood immobile –
locked in the trance of the shared memory.

The moment that Harry backed out of Ron’s mind, Luna could feel his mood
shift to a confidence that she had never experienced with him before.

“Come with me” Ron said quietly to Luna. Taking her by the hand, he led
her back into the classroom. The dead pine martin was still reposed on one of
the tables near the front of the class. Harry watched as Ron, without using his
wand, whispered “Alacritas Phasmatis”

Glee spread across Ron’s face as the corps stood, shook itself, and
then slunk around the room following the trace of his wand, just as he had
wished it.

“Ron! You did it!” Luna exclaimed as she grabbed him about the
body and hugged him.

Ron was beaming and Luna could feel both his excitement and a bit of
the power that Ron would someday have as an adult.

For the first time, Ron felt that he wasn’t Harry’s inferior, but
rather his best mate and equal. It was a really good feeling.


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Once Ron had succeeded at the charm, Neville quickly followed
suit. Not only did he let Harry into his
mind with no problems, but he was able to cast the charm immediately and make
the dead Pine Martin not just walk, but run around the room. Neville had always
been really close to Harry in terms of his inherent magical power, but it had
never manifested itself in such a dramatic way previously.

Harry, for his part, left the room, bouncing on air, because of what
his friends had been able to do. He felt
like they were all advancing together, working on being the best wizards and
witches that they could be. For the first time, he realized that Professor
McGonagall must have felt the same when her students succeeded. It made him appreciate her that much more.

You’re late, Harry. Professor Vector is not going to be happy with you.

Oh shit. Please tell her I’m sorry. Let her know what I was doing?

The response from Hermione was cheeky. Only this
once, Mr. Potter. No more
covering for you in the future. Her evil chuckle rang in his head as he
tore down one set of stairs and then up another and off to the left-hand corridor
on the fifth floor.

Sliding to a stop in front of the classroom farthest down the hallway,
Harry made a mental effort to slow his breathing and gather himself before
entering the classroom.


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Moonrise – 11PM - December First

A
huge bonfire was burning in the center of the courtyard and huge tankards of
Butterbeer and Mead had been tapped to serve the two thousand people who had
gathered in the courtyard. It was a
night to celebrate, because classes had ended for the semester and reading week
was about to begin. Exams for all of the
students were scheduled to end no later than the Twentieth of December. The older students were particularly excited,
because their NEWT preparation classes had been more exhilarating and more
interesting than anyone could have ever imagined.

One of the huge causes for celebration, to Hermione’s way of thinking,
was that the animagus classes were succeeding spectacularly. She thought it
likely that close to eleven hundred students would be able to make their first
attempt at the conversion in the spring.
That was not what had the three excited this night, however.

The reason for the crowds’ excitement had suddenly appeared at the
center of the gathering in a burst of well-controlled lightning. As the
blinding light faded, Neville, Padma and Lavender
stepped together to the platform that Harry had quietly conjured for the
purpose. They were dressed in their finest dress robes. Those who knew what the
robes meant recognized that Neville was Clan-Lord Designate for House
Longbottom while Padma and Lavender were Clan-Mistresses Designate. It had taken strenuous effort – which
included a couple of outright bribes to certain reporters - to keep Neville,
Padma, and Lavenders’ names out of the paper after their appearance at the
Wizengamot – but it had been worth every Knut.

It
felt great for the Harry and his wives to be able to step back and slink into
the background. They had never felt a
need to be in the spotlight and this night was no exception. It also gave the three the chance to
people-watch – which was almost as entertaining as partying and dancing with
their friends.

Neville’s powerful bass-baritone voice boomed magically throughout the
courtyard. “Parents,
friends, Professors, good evening! It’s amazing to be here tonight.
Thank you!”

Cheers went up from the audience. The light from the bonfire danced and
flickered across the platform

“There is so much to say. First, I want to thank Ginny, Hermione and
Harry for all they’ve done for us. Without them, I would not have learned as
much as I have or found my path. We are
here tonight to talk about that path and about where we are going. First
though, I am announcing my engagement to two amazing young women - Padma
Lakshmi Patil and Lavender Marie Brown.”

If the previous cheers were somewhat muted, the cheers that went up in
celebration of Neville’s statement were thunderous.

Neville took his two ladies into his arms and held them close; kissing
each in turn. After they broke their clinch, they stood arm in arm and looked
out over the assembled throng. Harry
could see the excitement on Neville’s face and for not for the first time, was
really glad to be a spectator.

“Hermione, Ginny, Harry. I need to say something to you now. It is
something that I have thought about for a long while now. I have spoken with my
grandmother and with Padma and Lavender and we have all agreed on this. What I
need to say is this: We are pledging to you three tonight the honor, loyalty
and fidelity of House Longbottom. More, we are ready to swear the Oath of
Merlin, if you will have us. We will never let Tom win, even if it means our
destruction.”

Hermione’s sudden intake of breath was enough for Harry to understand
that what Neville was offering.

Hermione was talking in Harry’s mind fast and with urgency. “Harry.
Don’t take his offer lightly. They are offering to make the survival of their
house contingent on your will. If you tell them to march into hell, they’d do
it, if they swore the oath. It’s as close to voluntary slavery as it gets.”

Harry had to think fast, as well. He couldn’t very well leave Neville
hanging or standing on stage without a public answer. It would have been both
embarrassing and might have given him reason to question whether Harry and his
wives deserved the loyalty.

In the blink of a eye, Harry disapparated from
where he had been standing and was suddenly on the platform next to Neville and
his fiancées.

The first thing that Harry did was to give Neville the hug that he
deserved. Once he had embraced Neville,
He turned to Padma and Lavender and hugged each of them.

Hermione looked at Harry, up on the platform and took Ginny’s hand in a moment of shared understanding and the two
of them instantly by Harry’s side. The two groups looked at each other. Without
thinking about it, Harry reached out to Neville at the same moment that they
young man reached out his hand. Harry threw his arm around Neville and turned
to face the assembled crowd. Hermione, Ginny, Padma, and Lavender followed
suit, forming two more pairs.

“Ladies
and Gentlemen” Harry said; his voice also magically enhanced. “I am taken
aback. Not because I have ever doubted Neville’s friendship or loyalty, but
because, frankly, I didn’t know about - had never heard of – the Oath of
Merlin. Thank god for my wives! They told me what the oath entails.”

Harry turned to Neville, cancelling the Sonorous charm for a
moment, and looking his friend in the eye.

“Neville. I can’t ask
it of you. More, I won’t ask it of you. I’d never do that to a friend. It’s
virtual slavery, and that’s something that Tommy does to his followers. Not
me.”

Both Neville and Padma, who was standing close by, started to protest.

Ginny, who had her arm around Padma’s waist, pulled her close, so that
the young woman was forced to look at her. “Trust Harry, Padma. He knows what
he’s doing. He loves Neville as a
brother.”

“Neville, if you’re prepared to, I would ask you to do something even
more difficult. Take the leadership of the Order of the Phoenix. Ron has his own responsibilities,
but there’s no one who I trust more to take this job. Will you do it?”

Lavender was the first to react. Breaking free of Hermione’s embrace,
she ran to Neville and threw her arms around him. Padma joined them and for
almost a minute, they stood with their heads touching.

When they finally broke apart, there were infectious smiles on their
faces. Harry threw an arm and looked out over the crowd. Enhancing his voice
once more, Harry looked out at the crowd.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I suggested to Neville, Padma, and Lavender that
I needed help in our fight against Tom and his flunkies. I’m thrilled to announce, then, that Neville
has agreed to lead – with the advice and guidance of the Headmaster and the
Deputy Headmistress – the Order of the Phoenix!”
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