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TRIANGLE DISEASE

Part II

CHAPTER ONE

“REACHING OUT”

By the_scribbler

the_scribbler (at) shadowgard.com

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry
Potter characters. All characters are creations of Joanne K Rowling, © 2007, to
whom I am deeply indebted.

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Note One: I’ve just re-read VOX CORPORIS
- fanfiction(dot)portkey.org/story/6586/1. It’s an
amazingly redemptive story. I am going
to borrow, for the sake of expediency, and because it makes sense to me, the
idea that Harry and Hermione become animagi. Ginny has her own special gig
going on in that department, as you will see in the next ten chapters. I hope
that you will stick with this story, if you’ve gotten this far. Thanks – the
scribbler. Also – I’ve used a couple of
family names in here, because it was easier than creating new ones.



From
Chapter 26 – Part I – “Anniversary”

Harry did stop to think about
what he wanted to have happen with his hair. Perhaps it was time for a more
‘grown-up’ look, he thought. Harry conjured a brush and brushed his hair back,
so that his scar was plainly visible. Wouldn’t
shorter hair just be easier to deal with? Harry envisioned himself with a
short, clean, military cut and suddenly, he was face to face with an entirely
new Harry. Hmmmm. Better? Harry turned one way and then the
other, trying to judge whether or not the new hair style worked. He finally
decided that it was too old a look and let the hair grow out a bit, until it
started to curl on its own. It was like watching a slow-motion film, Harry
thought, and really kind of funny. Once his hair reached a length that he
thought he could live with - a length that was much more manageable than the one
he hard started out with - Harry grinned and headed to their master bedroom.

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At 8:15 that evening,
Hermione and Ginny Potter, the wives of Lord Potter, walked to the front hall
of Potter Castle.
Harry Potter, the seventeen year-old lord of
Clan Potter, met them and took each on an arm and disapparated for an evening
of laughter, love, and celebration of their first year together.

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            The pure-white snowy owl, Hedwig,
drifted in the open, upper-story window.
It hadn’t taken her but a half-day’s flight to get from Potter Castle
to where she was currently located and it had been a glorious, even perfect,
flight. She did one lazy circle of the room at ceiling-height; saw her target,
and let herself drift down to her intended target. Upon landing, she held out the leg where the
envelope was attached. The old man, who’s fingers were slowly growing numb from
age, gently stroked the lucky bird and thanked her for her service. When Hedwig
was done, she shot straight up and then out the window, to return whence she
came.

            The old
man slowly unrolled the short scroll and read the following:

Professor –

       We need to talk,
one on one. No Aurors, no other
teachers, no tricks. There’s too much at stake for either of us to be petulant
and fight against the things we cannot change.
September 1 is coming fast and there’s a lot to be done between now and
then. Let me know if you’re willing to
forgive what’s happened and build a working relationship.

       HP



At
first, the long-time headmaster hesitated. He still had pride in his spell
casting and thought he had some modicum of power to draw upon, but Harry’s
magic was so different and so overwhelming that the headmaster could not have
defeated it when they had done battle in Diagon Alley and it shamed him.
However, he still owed a debt of gratitude to Harry for being allowed to live,
if nothing else.

Albus
Dumbledore sat behind his desk and began to compose his note Harry. He was
saddened by the sudden thought that the relationship that he had shared with
Harry Potter could go so very wrong so quickly. He wondered if it wasn’t time
to begin to think about retiring from the position and giving Minerva the
chance to run Hogwarts on her own. God knows, she had certainly earned it.

Dear Harry,

It is not an easy thing to do to admit that you are wrong, but I
think that I owe you that much. I was wrong to come after you and try to force
you to do something so contrary to your nature or to compel you to be anything
but what you are, as James’ and Lily’s son. I will meet you, if it is
convenient, at the time and place of your choosing. Please send me your
Patronus with your answer.

Humbly,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

The Headmaster was not
completely without resources and Fawkes was most certainly one of them. He
rolled up the parchment and sealed it magically, so that only Harry would be
able to open it. Once that was accomplished, Dumbledore stood and walked the
few paces over to where Fawkes stood on his perch. Fawkes? Would you take this to Harry?

Fawkes nodded; lifted a claw so that Dumbledore
could attach the note; and then disappeared in a flash of fire.

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At the top of a great green, lush valley, a castle
rose into the sky. It was a six-spired, gothic castle made of granite, basalt,
steel, wood, and powerful magics that defied description.   Potter
Castle was one of the last and greatest
bastions of magic in all of the United
Kingdom. It covered eighteen acres and was
seventeen stories high at its highest points. Its current lord had explored but
a tenth part of the vast castle, even though he was aware that there was a
great deal more to see and discover.

This day, however, Lord Potter and his wives and
children were reveling in the security of the inner courtyard of the castle,
where no known malignant, malevolent magic could reach them. The sun was out;
the air was warm and the breeze, gentle and his family was safe and together.
For Harry Potter, the ‘boy-who-lived’, all was right with the world.

Adrienne, Adrianne, Miranda,
Sfinx, Vivianne and Anna-Marie Potter were rolling around on a large, soft blue
blanket that had been spread out on the grass.
Hermione was on one edge, Ginny on the other, and Harry was lying on his
stomach so that he could be face to face with his daughters.

He had come to discover, much to
his shock and surprise, how good a little baby can smell and how amazing their
tiny laughter is when you are looking for something about which to smile. Harry
counted himself blessed beyond any measure that he never had to go looking for
something to smile about. Arthur Weasley, eat your heart out he
thought. “I’m the richest man on earth.”

Hermione was looking at her husband as he lay
between his six girls on the blanket “You’re
so good with them, Harry. You are such a natural father. Your father would be
proud.”

Harry choked up a little bit when Hermione said that
James would be proud. His reply to her was strangled “you….you think so? I want to be, Hermione. I can’t imagine wanting to
do anything else.”

Harry had rolled over onto his back, so that
Adrianne and Adrienne could sleep on his chest, there was a flash of fire in
the sky and a shadow crossed over where the nine of them lay on the blanket.
Harry was on his feet with his wand out in a second, as were those of his wives
as they searched the sky for the cause of the shadow. They went back to back to
form a protective circle around the girls as their eyes searched the sky. A
moment later, the thing that caused the shadow swooped low and settled on
Harry’s shoulder. It was Fawkes.

“Harry. He’s
got a note on his leg. Let me get it.” Hermione walked over and Fawkes
lifted his leg cooperatively. The parchment was untouched, despite the fact
that Fawkes travelled by magical fire.

She took the note from Fawkes’ leg; stroked him
affectionately; and turned to Harry. “I
can’t open it, Harry. I can feel the magic that seals it, but I can’t see the
lock which you will need to open.”

“Let me try,
‘Mione. Dumbledore always used a cipher that he knew I’d know. This one won’t
be different.”

Harry took the parchment and held it in his hand for
a moment. He called forth his magic and let it suffuse the parchment, as if he
were bathing it in his magic. Harry grinned as he felt the ‘shape’ of the
magical lock. It was a simple four-digit password with a self-destruct woven
into it if the password was wrongly guessed. Harry didn’t have to guess,
because he knew how the Headmaster thought. Harry closed his eyes and thought
the word “Love”.

The parchment sprang open and Harry held it up so
that the three of them could read it together.
When they had finished reading the brief note, Ginny and Hermione looked
at him. “What are you going to do, Harry? Are we ready to start?”

“No” came his reply. “What choice do we have, though? Ginny, you
still have to finish your testing for your OWL’s and
Hermione and I have to do our NEWT’s – if for no other reason that we have to
be able to work after Tom is disposed of.”

Ginny was quick to respond “Work, my ass, Harry. We’ve enough money that if we never wanted to work
again, we wouldn’t have to. Not for several lifetimes, at
least.”

“But do we
really want to live that way? Do we not want to do fun, productive stuff that
will keep us interested and active? We still have friends – lots of them – at
Hogwarts and elsewhere and we should make sure that we don’t lose contact with
them. They’re largely the reason that we had the strength to come this far.”

“Well – it’s
only the tenth of August. We have another twenty-one days before school starts.
I don’t think that Dumbledore knows that we are so close and won’t have to take
the train, if we decide to go back. If we don’t, we can continue with our
tutoring and our work with Dobby, so that the three of us, at least, know what
he knows and he learns as much as we have to offer. “

Hermione’s mind was always churning. That was just a
part of who she was. Harry had long
since come to love that about her. “Do
the two of you think that Dobby could cast a Patronus? Do house elves even need
to?”

“God,
Hermione. I love you. Why don’t you just call one of them and ask. I’m sure
they’d tell you. That reminds me of something. I want to get a wand for each of
the house elves. That means we’ll need to go see Ollivander or have him come to
us.” Harry frowned
for a moment. “On second thought, I think
I’d like him to come here. I’ll send two of the house elves and let him know to
bring all of his remaining wands. We may want to buy them all. God knows, we’ve
got the money.”

Ginny sat back down on the blanket and took Sfinx and
Anna-Marie in her arms and began undoing her top so that she could nurse them.
Hermione gathered up Adrianne and Adrienne to nurse them and Harry sat with
Miranda and Vivianne; conjured two bottles of warm milk; two pillows; and three
butter-beers; and fed his girls. For the next twenty-five minutes, the six
youngest Potters were loved, kissed, nursed, and held.

Harry had an idea that he didn’t
want to loose, so he conjured a small, glass vial with a stopper and summoned
his wand. Carefully, he put wand-tip to temple and pulled a long, silvery
strand away from the side of his head and placed it into the vial. Once it was
fully transferred, Harry put the stopper in it and incanted so that the vial
was both unbreakable and locked.

“Ginny, Hermione – I want to send the note to Dumbledore and let him
know that we need to meet tomorrow. I am thinking of having the meeting where
we went to see the Quidditch world cup three years ago. Also – as soon as we
can, you and I, Hermione, should start work on becoming animagi. Ginny – you
don’t need to become an animagi and I doubt that the transformation would even
work on you, given what you already can do with fire. I guess you could try,
though. It’s up to you. I just don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Harry! Do you think we can really do it? I mean, becoming an
animagus is a lot of work and requires that the witch or wizard be really
powerful.”

“Oh listen to yourself, Hermione! You are funny. Your magic is
like a bonfire compared to most other witches’ candles. Of course, you can do
the transformation. I mean really…how powerful is Peter
Pettigrew?”

Hermione blushed at the thought
that Harry believed her to be that powerful. It made her feel really good to
know that her husband believed in her that much and thought she was so strong.
She wondered, idly, what her daughters were going to be like.

Harry was on a roll though and he
had another thought that he wanted to share with them. “We need to think about moving everyone from Hogwarts to here. This
castle is more defensible and we don’t have to deal with the number of hidden
passageways and secret entrances that Hogwarts has. Also, we don’t have to deal
with the ghosts, Peeves, or the staircases that move. Plus – we don’t have to
cope with Filch, etc. We also have room for over 800 families, besides
students, if it comes to that. What do you two think?”

Ginny immediately got excited by the idea. Her eyes
went wide and she looked at Harry with tremendous love “really, Harry? Could we really bring families here?”

“Why not? We’ve got lots and lots of room
and it’s going to waste. It would certainly be safer for all the families of
students at Hogwarts to be here than to have them
spread out everywhere. Plus – maybe we can start a ‘continuing education’
program for adults so that some of the advanced things that we’re learning can
be passed around. It would bring up everyone’s knowledge base and give a better
sense of community. Plus, the students would feel better about having their
families close by. We don’t have a comparable village to Hogsmeade, but we
could certainly build one. We have lots of room in the valley nearby and I know
that we own everything within two hundred square kilometers of the castle.”

Ginny was bouncing up and down at the idea, even
though Sfinx and Anna-Marie were still in her lap. “God, I love you, Harry.”

Hermione had a thoughtful look on
her face and so Harry reached out with his magic and with his hand to touch
her. He drew a finger along her chin and brought her eyes level with his. “‘Mione? What is it? You worried about your
parents because they’re Muggles?”

Hermione’s eyes were moist now
with tears. She nodded slowly.

“Bring Adrianne and Adrienne with you. I want to hold you, love. Your
family is never out of my mind. Of course we’ll protect them here. We’ll get a
couple of those dratted bracelets that Hogwarts uses for muggle parents, or
we’ll ask Professor McGonagall to make several so that your parents can be here
too. They’ll be safe, no matter what. It won’t be like my Aunt and Uncle,
Hermione. Maybe they’ll be our test case, just to show that it can be done.
Would that be all right?”

Hermione stood, with two of her
six tiny daughters in her arms and walked the few feet to where Harry was now
standing. He held up Miranda and
Vivianne and used his magic to create a powerful embrace of his wife and his
girls. “Don’t ever doubt me, ‘Mione. I
love you so much.” There were tears in Harry’s eyes that he could hardly
fight back. He knew that he shouldn’t try, because they were tears of love and
Hermione needed to know how much she and all of their girls were loved by him.

Ginny felt the waves of magic and
saw the love and knew that she’d never, ever be alone. Being the powerful witch that she was, she
drew her wand too and bottled yet another memory for them to share as the years
passed. “God, I love magic.” She
thought to herself.

Harry leaned his head close to Hermione’s
“Beloved? Take Ginny, whatever money you
need, your armor and go. Get your parents right now and bring them here. I’ll
take care of the girls with Dobby’s help. Remember that I love them as I love
you – with my whole heart. As soon as you get back, come find me. I want to
make love to you.”

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Triangle Disease - Part II

CHAPTER ONE

Professor –