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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ FESTIVITIES ~~~
Whilst the raid and Wizengamot meeting had been taking place; the Dursleys had moved into The Well House; planning a small family blessing on Wednesday afternoon. There had been room in the removal van for all of Arabella’s things so she had moved into her new alms-house home at much the same time.
Unfortunately for the Dursleys, the whisper went round and nearly two hundred beings turned up. Draco and Harry quietly boosted Auntie when she appeared to be becoming too overcome and Winky unobtrusively augmented the refreshments.
“What did you two do?” accused Vernon with a smile on his face after the ceremony. “She’s sprightlier than a rabbit in spring.”
“We can boost people by transferring energy, so now you owe us two big boxes of chocolates, so that we can replace it.” Draco replied lightly.
“Just a minute; will these do? I’ll go to the chocolatiers in London tomorrow and replace them, they were for Dudley and his girlfriend, but don’t let on.” Vernon looked round furtively.
“Going by train?” asked Harry
“If necessary, but I was really hoping to use those portals of yours.”
“Of course you can, just ignore Walburga if she shouts at you. Just show her your medallion; you’ll need it anyway to get through the wards there. She’s guarding us against unwanted callers from the Ministry, all wanting preferential treatment.”
“What for?”
“All the supposedly great and the good saw us use the mirror defences to preserve the assembly when it was attacked on Saturday; so they all want us to protect them first. It’s the people with few defences who should get priority. If I were you I wouldn’t say you’re my Uncle to anyone, that is, unless you want to be besieged by petitioners.”
“And here was I just getting used to being the uncle of the Saviour of Magicdom … Oh well … I’ll just have to revert to my old ignorant ways, won’t I?”
Harry had to look twice at Vernon, before realising that there was a self-depreciating smile beneath the walrus moustache. Draco and Fawkes chuckled quietly.
~~~ ANOTHER ONE ~~~
That same evening, by common consent, the school end of term ball was to be partly Victorian, Dorothy being drafted in to help out with decorations and Hamish for the calling. The Smiling Ones’ plus girlfriends’ orchestra officiated, giving some jazz renditions during the refreshment break, and then the younger ones let rip with pop for the final hours. What surprised the Blakes most was organist Dolores, who managed to keep pace with the youngsters on the Great Hall’s organ almost drowning out the percussion in some places. One or two of the professors’ eyebrows shot up.
Minerva was heard to remark: “My, my … Albus would have loved this and Severus would have hated it. I’m not sure where I stand, but our students are enjoying it. Perhaps I would have sided with Albus, if only to annoy Severus.”
~~~ THURSDAY 23/12/99 ~~~
The steam train arrived at Hogsmeade station two hours before it was due to leave. Douglas came through the portals and had a quiet word with the guard. So two Dumbledorians rode on each carriage holding an adapted, inside-out sack ward. Four more sat in each carriage’s reserved compartment ready to act as combatants and to relieve the ward-holders, turn by turn. Some of the most likely sixth-years were involved, seeing how they would behave under pressure with an eye to adding them to the Society sometime in the New Year. Not that they knew they were being tested. Harry had also informed his seventh-year DADA class that it was part of the curriculum.
One of the open plan carriages set itself up as a jazz club with eight seventh-year youngsters jamming away; despite the Smiling Ones’ earlier stated preferences.
There were a couple of scares, Harry and Draco engineered them later in the journey, just to see how the putative members responded. Otherwise the train arrived on time and the offspring rushed to see their parents, with the younger ones trying to wheedle out of them information on what presents they might be receiving.
Station duties over, the Blakes called in on the Weasley brothers, plotting with them how to transport the whole Weasley clan to Chantry Cottage for the festive season; knowing that the Burrow could no longer hold the expanding Weasley/Potter tribe and all its adherents. They also chatted about the attack on Malfoy Manor.
“Yes we knew beforehand,” observed Percy, “because Mackenzie bought some more extendable ears from us.”
D&H went to Grimmauld Place for dinner with the Order Members, being pleased to welcome Draco to his first meeting. Walburga obsequiously welcomed them, reporting a few incursions, which had been dealt with without needing to disturb her lords. What laughter there was, was slightly strained as they remembered Ronald’s and other people’s injuries.
“Shall we sleep here tonight?”
“Fine!”
Pop: “Your room will be ready in half an hour Masters.”
“Thanks Kreacher, I knew you’d come up trumps.” Draco smiled at the Reeve.
“Better reaction than at Malfoy Manor years ago. It would have been ‘What? Half an hour? Go and beat yourself you lazy elf’.”
“Yes … Well … I’ve mellowed slightly since then … Thanks to Lord Blake, here.” Draco planted a wet one on Harry’s lips.
The two lovers indulged in a long luxurious shower, it filled in the time nicely before their bedroom was correctly furnished to Grouchy’s and Huppert’s meticulous standards.
~~~ SEASONAL PREPARATIONS ~~~
Early in the morning D&H ported to Chantry Cottage, where they found the corps of elves hanging tinsel and holly on everything, with Molly organising them. An enormous Christmas tree filled one of the inner corners of the patio, seeming to sprout out of the peak of a mountain of presents.
Harry looked at them: *You know, Lover, it seems not long ago when I was amazed to have one present at Christmas. I wonder how many are from real friends*?
*I didn’t get many either. It was only Mother’s that was appropriate really. Father’s always had some ulterior motive attached. Even the broomstick was so I could beat you; when I didn’t he threatened to beat me with it*.
“Ah … Harry! I hope you don’t mind me decorating your house?”
“No Auntie Molly, I’m glad you did.” Harry saw Draco nod his head in agreement.
“I’ve left a list of cards for you to write in your study, dear. It’s based on the ones you’ve already received and the ones that Arthur’s clerks think you ought to send. There’s a small army of owls upstairs, in your owlery waiting to take them.”
“Right, then we’d better go downstairs to the study and do something about it, hadn’t we?”
“There’s a list for you as well Draco dear. Perhaps you ought to include your Mum as she’s not too well, mmm?”
Harry felt Draco bristle at being called dear. Draco schooled his face: “Thank you Mrs Weasley, we have been rather busy of late, haven’t we.”
“That’s all right dear; you just run along with Harry and sort them.”
Harry caught Draco’s hand: jerking him away from the acidic retort waiting to burst out and charging towards the stairs.
In their study, Draco spluttered for a moment or two and then calmed down. “I suppose she means well, but I don’t wear antlers yet.”
“Lost them during the rutting season have you?”
“You’re never out of season, you sex maniac, you!”
“Cards first Mr Malfoy, fun later.”
“Is that a promise, Mr Potter?”
“Of course it is. Now don’t distract me while I set up the automatic quills.”
Both of them felt Fawkes approval.
Sometime later, a new elf appeared: “Beldam Winky sent this snack for you Masters. She says that you probably forgot your breakfasts, but if you’d like more, she would be pleased to make it.”
“Thank you, but this should be enough. When we’ve finished here, it should be coffee time, hmm?”
“Yes Masters, it shall be as you wish.”
“Thank you.”
The Blakes giggled as they overheard elfin whispers: “See. I told you they were proper gentlemen, not like our previous lot were, kicking us all over the place.”
The cards were soon written, only a few were joint ones to their near friends. At a signal from Harry, Erwin and Regent organised the other owls so that their windowsill had a procession of winged messengers going off all over Britain, with some of Draco’s going even further afield.
Weasley Father and sons had gone to London and work, plus a recovering, crutch-wielding Ronald, who was promising to help out at the shop and was accompanied by Vernon. After seeing her fiancé safe at the shop, Hermione ported back to tell Francis about the research she had accomplished about other ex-Mudblood families. Meanwhile, the Granger parents were exploring the village with Petunia.
The cards were finished so our two had a quiet sit down with coffee cups in hand, watching the elfin corps hanging skeins of strung cards across the ceiling. They occasionally asked who a particularly striking one was from, asking the nearest elf to read it to them. Some of them were halting readers, but battled through, so an impromptu English lesson got under way. It did not last long because Pullet and Phealey came to remind the Blakes about the carol singing.
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The square was full; everyone was wearing some form of Christmas decoration. Tinsel scarves, bunches of evergreens, badges with ‘Jesus is the reason for the season’ on them, conical red hats trimmed with white fluff and many more. Kreacher had supplied two wide green-trimmed red scarves, with a shepherd embroidered on one side and a king on the other, above each was a twinkling star. John and the parish council members gave short readings between each carol and a large steaming loving cup was being passed from hand to hand; it kept the participants from going hoarse or getting cold and boosted their morale. Harry, received the cup from Ginevra, took a large sip of the hot spiced wine, and passed it to Draco, who did the same and passed it on to Astoria. By the time the happening was over, the cup had been round at least six times and the friends were beginning to feel slightly inebriated.
Chez Blake, Winky had steak and dumplings waiting, followed by spotted dick. These two ingredients soon mopped up any excess alcohol, leaving the eaters feeling pleasantly mellow.
Dean and Seamus were having lunch too.
“Harry?”
“Yes, Seamus?”
“You know this heredity and gene thing. Dean and you have Thomas connections way back; so how is it he’s black and you aren’t?”
“The connection is some way away. Dean’s line stayed in Cardiff, where there’s been a black community since Elizabeth the first’s reign. The Evans line moved north into the Snowdonia area at some time. My golden complexion probably has the same gene based provenance as Dean’s chocolate skin; much depends on the dominant genes in our make-ups. I suppose we could have some kind of test done if we really wanted to.”
“Thomas, isn’t that Peter’s family name? His grandparents are Muggles perhaps there’s a connection there also.”
“There is, Draco;” Dean explained: “Three generations further removed; none of them magical until Peter came along. That gene stays dormant for many generations so Hermione says. She’s developing a theory that encompasses a world-wide magical pool. With so many mages killed off recently; she expects there will be a resurgence of what were called Muggle-borns before the new understanding. Her theory thinks that mages like Peter and herself were the result of the deaths in the first Voldie war.”
They speculated about numbers and relative strengths, wondering if the two Blake’s extra strength came from the same force.
~~~ COMING HOME ~~~
The village-walkers had had lunch at the Farmers Arms and returned; Hermione brought Francis with her. Diagon Alley closed for business at about half past two, the Ministry leading the way by half an hour. The Weasleys brought Vernon with them plus Fiorello Fortescue and Ollivander. So at three o’clock the Blakes and their friends attended the Christingle Service with its concomitant blessing of the new altar. It was placed beneath the crossing almost under the sanctuary arch. The ‘togetherness’ feeling of being grouped around the podium; heightened the meaning of the service.
Back at the cottage they regrouped, with Molly and a recovering Narcissa organising everyone. Hamish was there and he had asked Dolores to come because she would be all alone. A running buffet stood on the sideboard because many Dumbledorians hung around, intending to apparate away early on Christmas morning.
Most people rested or read after eating, so that they were in the right mind and energy level to attend Midnight Mass. Harry and Hermione had a quiet slightly tearful time together remembering the occasion of two years ago, soon recovering to go to church and sing ‘O come all ye faithful’ lustily at the end of the service. Because the church had been full it took nearly three-quarters-of-an-hour to shake everyone’s hand and wish them a peaceful Christmas before the congregation dispersed. Chantry Cottage had mulled wine waiting so it was about two o’clock before the mass Dumbledorian port/apparition took place; after which Draco and Harry crawled into bed, kissed and went to sleep.
~~~ CHRISTMAS DAY ~~~
There was a Christmas morning service, mainly for those who were too young or too frail to attend the Midnight Mass. Because the servers and musicians were expected to attend, so the Chantry Cottage group went to support them. The smaller congregation were more hurried in their farewells, mainly because they were being tugged at by eager offspring wanting to go and open their presents. With a smaller congregation grouped around the new altar there was a feeling of intimacy, something that had been less obvious when the servers and clergy had been at the high altar separated from the congregation by the choir stalls.
Dean and Seamus would not be staying for Christmas dinner because they had two sets of families to appease. On Dean’s side their newly appointed seneschal status had mollified parental distrust somewhat. They disapparated, clutching parcels, just after the morning service and were set to return in the New Year. The mountain of presents was soon given out. Draco and Harry had bought joint presents for most people, so they had quickly added Narcissa’s name to the tags. The Dursleys made trio gifts. The foursome who shared a flat at the Diagon Alley shops plus Gregory were a team of donors, parental and betrothed pairs gave jointly, Hamish and Dolores co-operated too, although Harry and Draco suspected her name had been added in the same way they had attached Narcissa’s.
The Dursleys had come to the Blake’s home for the day making the party complete, Dudley was slightly subdued because Millicent had gone home to her parents. After the present giving, Astoria took Ginevra off chez Greengrass’ yacht. Hortulanus and the three Yates went to Woodyates where they would celebrate at the farm, entertaining the various parents in a family festival, Coleman having eventually called a truce with his disapproving father. Gregory, when invited, said he would like to renew his friendships with them and so departed.
The remaining eighteen mages had a hollow table set up in the Patio near the garden windows. At the head Harry and Draco flanked Narcissa, at the foot Dudley and Vernon flanked Petunia. Hermione, Ronald, the Granger Parents, plus Hamish and Dolores sat on the window side, with four Weasleys plus Ollivander and Fiorello on the house side. Once the food had been placed on the groaning sideboard, Molly ordered the house-elves to go and enjoy their own meal. Some of them looked at Draco and Harry, who both made hurried shooing gestures. They scuttled off to join the corps of elves who were encamped in the ‘L’ shaped living room for their meal, each of them had a small gift [not clothes], given by Kreacher and Winky from their funds, augmented through a private arrangement with the Blakes.
Whilst Kreacher carved a gigantic turkey for the elves’ feast, Draco followed suit on one not that much smaller for the mages. Harry acted as meat waiter from sideboard to table, whilst the various tureens were collected and circulated by some of the others. Molly looked slightly put out, but Narcissa gave her a stern stare whenever Molly appeared to be about to interfere. An hour later two carcases adorned the turkey platters flanked by empty tureens and dirty plates. A quick change round, dirties for food, had Harry serving Christmas pudding with Draco as his waiter, about which some of the extended family pulled his leg.
~~~ REVELS ~~~
Meal over, the elves, by arrangement, all went to continue their celebrations in the common room at Milkwood Hall, leaving room for the Mages’ post prandial relaxation in the ‘L’ shaped lounge. WWW Crackers were pulled. There were funny hats, of course, but with moving headpieces; the small gifts were magical puzzles capable of being solved by a muggle wearing a charmed medallion. There were no mottos; instead there were challenging party pieces. Hamish had a comic song to sing, Dudley had to walk on his hands across the room, Narcissa made a very graceful pirouette or two. Draco had to mime making a pie, which caused great hilarity as he had never cooked before and he was the victim of misleading advice from the ladies.
They found out that Ollivander was a very good story teller, adopting voices for all his characters; so much so, that he was asked to tell another one. Harry was expected to build a house of cards; he never achieved it because everyone would blow it down just when it was on the last storey. One of the highlights was Vernon and Papa Granger pretending to have a wand duel and describing the spells they imagined being used. Diplomatically Hermione managed to loose Ronald’s turn, as he was still a little shaky on his feet. She made up for it by reciting an amusing comic poem about Santa’s elves going on strike. Somehow, Percy and George never had a turn, but they made up for it later with a brilliant firework display, which the summoned elves were also able to enjoy, as well as any villagers who were looking out of their windows.
Somewhere about nine in the evening the Christmas cake was cut and eaten with small glasses of liqueur to accompany it. Afterwards Hamish conjured a piano and Ollivander some sheet music. With Dolores playing, Hamish led them in singing Victorian ballads and such-like; they even managed a few dances, trying to remember Grandpops’ calls. Midnight had the revellers toast each other and depart merrily towards their beds.
The Blakes, on their bed, holding hands in amused peace, recalled some of the best pieces of their day, before kissing each other to sleep.
~~~ SUNDAY ~~~
The Service, the next day, was well attended. In keeping with most people’s feelings, the less boisterous carols were sung, including a beautiful setting to ‘Greensleeves’. The choir and instrumentalists performed an attractive rendition of Berlioz’s ‘Shepherds Farewell’ during the distribution.
It was a quiet day. For a change there was no Parish Lunch. The weather in the village was cold and gloomy. However, chez Weasley, two hundred and sixty miles further south [as the owl flies] it was warm and mild. Using the portals via London was easy and so those who wanted to come were invited to the Weasley home for a picnic lunch. The party included some of the elves. The company relaxed until the sun started to sink and then came back to Number Twelve. The dining room screen was opened, the room was cleared of tables and chairs were set around the sides. This allowed the more active to indulge in party games and races in contrast to the sedentary nature of the previous day’s evening activities.
~~~ BOXING DAY ~~~
Because Boxing Day had officially fallen on a Sunday its actual celebration was postponed until Monday. It had Ginny and Astoria plus the Greengrass parents all turning up in hunting pink for the traditional hunt. In deference to those of a timid frame of mind, someone had been dispatched on a horse, dragging a scent behind. All the farmers were mounted plus many of the parishioners, it was a grand sight as they milled around in the square; drinking the stirrup cup and then streaming off after the hounds, jumping fences, gates and hedges. Astoria had found a horse for Narcissa who rode side-saddle, third behind the Master of Hounds. Draco had on wish to be inclined, neither did Harry but quite a few of the Dumbledorians and their parents had turned up to enjoy themselves. Lavender and Ernie were called upon to repair personal damage, when the hunters had fallen off when jumping an obstacle, or been swiped by low branches, nothing terribly major.
The Parish Marquee was up again, this time to service the hunt ball. It had much the same atmosphere as the one at the Ministry, but no attack, less verbal sniping, and a little more musical appreciation and dancing. Parishioners, students and parents, professors and friends, muggle and magical all mixed together in an easy camaraderie, fed by an elfin running buffet, and watered by barrels of a great variety of beers and wines.
~~~ REGAINING EQUILIBRIUM ~~~
“All this partying is beginning to wear a bit thin,” complained Draco as they climbed into bed.
“Um … Yes!” Harry replied. “The rich food has me feeling slightly off. Still, we have a few days grace before the New Year, maybe we can regain our equilibrium in between times.”
The next few days were slightly milder allowing family walks around the parish; a very necessary antidote the mountains of rich food that had been ingested.
~~~ TUESDAY ~~~
Dudley was collected by Millicent and side-along apparated to her parent’s home, much to his pleasure.
Harry chatted with Narcissa and Draco that afternoon; they were in the lounge at Chantry Cottage. When they revealed their close sexual relationship to her, instead of the expected adverse reaction, she smiled:
“Thank you for being honest with me, Boys, I had suspected. You must live your own lives, both of you have had to fulfil roles that were thrust upon you, now you have a chance to choose. I will support you fully. However, it does seem a pity that two long family lines will come to an end when you die. Consider marriage just to produce heirs, I have heard a whisper of a pair of young witches who might be accommodating of such a proposal, but who prefer each other’s company, as you do. One of the reasons your Father and I got together was just that, Blacks and Malfoys were good breeding pure-blood-line stock. Once he had done his duty by me, Lucius went off looking for fresh conquests; many of them were with young men and women who had cruelty streaks. That is definitely not my scene. We kept up a certain façade until he lost his reason. Then, unfortunately, he tried to obtain those kicks from me, but I wouldn’t play ball; hence my recent state. Remember to be gentle with each other; think of the other’s enjoyment, not just your own gratification and you won’t go far wrong. I’m not sure I really relish the thought of returning to the Manor once it’s cleansed, but then where would I go? We have the apartment in the Chateau des Sorciers and the Mason Malfoi in Guéthary, they were more your father’s favourites than mine, I prefer the English countryside.”
“How about your Uncle’s home at Grimmauld place? We could arrange an apartment there for you, if you didn’t want to take on the whole house.”
“Why thank you Harry, the idea is very appealing, but I’ll miss the garden.”
“There’s the one here, only a portal would separate you there from the garden here.”
“A portal, what is one of those?”
“It’s the proper name for those doors we passed through to get to London and Ottery St Catchpole.”
“Oh … I had assumed they were some sort of vanishing cabinet.”
“The thaums are akin, Mother, but they span greater distances than cabinets can cover and have a greater capacity.”
“We charmed two pairs one after the other and nearly killed ourselves, Auntie. Poppy revived us and we shied away of making any more until we had done a lot more research. We found out that one of the reasons for cabinets was to contain the magical force so that we used less energy. We found the cabinets the death-eaters used to get into Hogwarts and linked them to the London house. We also discovered a cabinet to the Diagon Ally shops somehow turning them into the portals you used. At Samhain we made the connection to the Weasley domicile. We were wearied, but not half dead as before. Thus you can step through our portal into Grimmauld Place just like entering another room.”
“Well now that adds another dimension to my thinking. Can you go to Hogwarts like that, as well?”
“Yes Mother! One is here, leading to the Green Ladies Room and is used by us Tutors. Another is available to all the students and ends up in Milkwood Hall leased out as an annex to Hogwarts. We are considering dividing the line between London and the Burrow taking in the Manor once it has been decontaminated. We hope to keep our own portals and cabinets reasonably private.”
“Perhaps you could make one to La Maison and get someone to undertake the repairs there.”
“We would need to measure the distance first; even portals have their limits. The repairs might make a project for the practical group. It would then be big enough to let small parties of Dumbledorians have holidays there.”
They had to explain about Dumbledorians, Milkwood Hall and Woodyates, which led to the Duindhu heritage and the treatment of house-elves. Then to Kreacher as an elder and the Reeve, including his and their elevation to the Wizengamot, and to Hamish being made a professor and a Seneschal. Harry learned about a French apartment somewhere close to Paris and that La Maison was in Guéthary on the southern Atlantic coast near the Spanish border. Draco averred that there was good surfing available there.
~~~ WEDNESDAY ~~~
The following day they went to dinner at the Dursleys, nothing elaborate, for which Draco’s and Harry’s stomachs were eternally grateful. Narcissa and Petunia started what was to become a close knit friendship, based on many shared interests and prejudices. Dudley received advice about pure-blood attitudes, but it did not put him off his present amour. Vernon was a changed man, firstly in his attitude towards Harry and therefore other mages. Secondly in his new enthusiasm for miniature prosthetics and the quirky humour of George. Dudley reported that, according to student rumours, his father had been a practical joker at school, but one had misfired and affected him very badly.
Vernon told them about it. “… … … It’s well in the past and now I’m developing a different outlook, now I can acknowledge what a malign influence it must have had on me for so long.”
“Yes dear, you’re much more like the young man whom I married, now.” Petunia added, kissing his cheek: “Our bad experiences turned us into mutual sourpusses. I’m surprised you managed to come out of it unscathed, Harry.”
“I didn’t, … … …” Harry gave a précis of the happenings to date and how he was attached to Draco both magically and physically.
“Physically too?” Vernon sighed. “In my day that was frowned upon, wasn’t it Petunia? Our parents arranged our marriage; both of us had inclinations like yours. I envy you your freedom to choose. We’ll place our hopes on Dudley for grandchildren. How did you get on at the Bulstrodes, Dudley?”
“They were reserved to begin with, but thawed somewhat when Millicent said I was related to Harry. Even going so far as to ask if I would inherit a title.”
“If I don’t have any offspring then you just might Dudley. There is one problem though; we’re much the same age and mages tend to last longer than muggles. I think the magic pickles us for preservation.” Harry’s remark lightened the mood.
~~~ THURSDAY + ~~~
This day found them at the Griphooks, along with Hamish and Dolores plus Porlock’s and Tarmindale’s families. So there were hordes of excited goblin youngsters wanting to show off their latest presents.
The cold weather had returned therefore on New Year’s Eve [Friday] it was crisp and clear for the Weasleys’ fireworks display to welcome the new century. By one o’clock it had clouded over and the temperature eased slightly so, when the Blakes looked out of their window on that first day, it was a fairyland of snow that met their eyes.
~~~ NEW YEAR’S DAY 2000 ~~~
Cracks in the apparating area announced Dumbledorians with plans for snow fights in the woods. The temptation for the young professors was too great, so they joined in; coming back cold, wet, rosy-cheeked and roaring with laughter; very ready to drink Winky’s hot spicy vegetable soup.
The ice on the village pond and on the broonies’ pool near the temple had not melted thoroughly since the pre-Christmas cold-spell. The film of water from the slight thaw had re-frozen as smooth as glass; this gave another reason for indulging in the usual seasonal activities until lunchtime. Then they became solemn.
This afternoon had a serious content, the funeral of the former Minister. The official Blake foursome was on show again, with a supporting cast of Narcissa, Weasleys, Greengrasses, Dursleys and Grangers. Septimus made a musical farewell to his Father by playing Dido’s lament in an arrangement for wind octet. His clarinet playing was very poignant; bringing sympathetic tears to the eyes of many. The wake was held in the grand hall of the ministry. The Dumbledorians formed a protective barrier round their mate, his family and his close friends, keeping at bay the crass braying of the great and good; thus allowing him a space for private grieving.
That Christmas seemed to draw a line under the hectic happenings of the previous six months.
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