Last Dance 2

Meanwhile, Caroline and Jon were just returning to the house. Jon had shrunk the broom down to miniature size so as not to attract Muggle attention. "Excellent choice, angel," Jon said smiling at her. "You're going to be amazing on this."

"Thank you so, so, SO much," Caroline said. "I can't wait to use it!"

Jon smiled as he held the door open for his daughter. "You're very welcome, love."

Caroline's smile grew as Jon pulled her broom out of his pocket and enlarged it to its original size. "I'm going to go clean it up. Not that it needs it. But I'm going to fix it up anyway.

Jon smiled. "Okay. I'm sure Olivia and Adam and Em are excited to see it too."

"I'll work on it in the sitting room," Caroline said.

Caroline practically skipped into the sitting room and gazed adoringly at her broom. The moment she had seen it, she knew that it was the one.

She knew for sure she could make the Quidditch team this next year if she used this.

She felt someone tap her on the shoulder and she giggled when she saw Olivia. "Livvie! Did you want to see my broom?"

"Can we go for a ride?" Olivia asked excitedly.

"Not here, unfortunately," Caroline said. "But, we will the moment we get home. I promise."

Olivia grinned at her. "Can I sit on it?"

"Sure," Caroline said.

Olivia sat on the broom. "I'm flying!"

Caroline grinned. "Yes, you are. You are a natural!"

Olivia held her arms up in the air. "Look at me go!"

"Where are you going to fly to, Livvie?" Caroline asked.

"Ummm... to the ice cream shoppe," Olivia said. "And then to Canada."

Caroline grinned. "Canada, eh? That's a long way from here."

"It's the fastest broom ever though," Olivia told her sister.

Caroline mussed Olivia's hair. "It is, Livvie. It really is."

"Ooooh!" Katie said as she came into the sitting room. "You're finally back!"

"Look at Sissy's broom!" Olivia said to her.

"It's neat," Katie said. "Hey listen, can you make sure you really talk it up? Bradley is coming over to see it."

Olivia turned. "Look at Sissy's broom!"

"I did," Katie told her.

"What do you think?" Caroline asked, wondering why her friend was so dressed up.

"It's neat," Katie said again. "Bradley will be here any minute."

"What?" Caroline asked.

Katie hardly masked her impatience. "I just told you twice. Bradley's coming to see your broom, but I'm sure it's an excuse to see me."

"Which explains the dress," Caroline muttered.

"Looks good doesn't it?" Katie asked.

Katie did a little twirl. Caroline nodded. "It's a great dress, Katie."

Katie looked at Caroline for a minute. She was a bit dishevelled but in a cute way. "Do you think I ought to get him some lemonade or something when he gets here?"

"Sure," Caroline said picking up Olivia.

"Why don't you get it when he comes in," Katie said. "And I can work some magic on him."

Caroline wondered when she had become Katie's maid, but she nodded. "Fine."

"Hey," Katie's eyes lit up. "If he wants to take me for a ride, will you mind?"

"Katie," Caroline began. "This place is swarming with Muggles."

"I'm sure we can figure something out," Katie waved off Caroline's concerns.

Olivia squirmed in Caroline's arms. "Sissy, I'm hungry."

"Okay Livvie," Caroline said. "I'll get you some biscuits."

Katie headed upstairs to check on her hair one last time. Besides, she did not want Bradley thinking she was just sitting around waiting for him.

Caroline carried her sister into the kitchen and set her down on the counter. "Okay, what kind of biscuits do you want?" Caroline asked looking in the pantry.
"We have oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip and peanut butter."

Olivia was about to respond when there was a knock on the door. Caroline turned and saw Bradley standing outside. "Hold that thought, Livvie."

"Hurry," Olivia told her sister.

Caroline opened the door and smiled warmly at her friend. "Hiya."

"Hey," Bradley grinned at her.

Caroline motioned for him to come inside. "I was just getting some biscuits and lemonade for my sister. Would you like some?"

"No thanks," Bradley replied. "Heard you got a new broom."

Caroline nodded. "The Sidewinder 5000."

His eyes widened. "Those JUST came out. The test speeds on those were incredible!"

Olivia kicked her leg against the counter. "SISSY!"

"Ooooh sorry, Livvie." Caroline turned red. "What kind of biscuits?"

"Let me guess," Bradley said to Olivia. The little girl looked curiously at him. "You don't think I can guess what kind you like?"

"No," Olivia said solemnly.

"I bet I can," Bradley said. "And if not, I'll give you free ice cream the next time you visit."

"You don't know what you're risking," Caroline said. "Now she's just going to say it's not so she can get ice cream."

Olivia shook her head. "No, I won't!"

"Uh huh," Caroline went to get the lemonade.

Olivia grinned at Bradley. "Guess!"

"I bet you like..." Bradley thought for a moment. "Peanut butter and chocolate chip."

Caroline hid her smile. That was exactly Olivia's favourite. She waited to see how her little sister would respond.

"Maybe," Olivia said coyly.

Bradley laughed. "I see. You know, you are as pretty as your sister, Olivia Weasley."

Caroline blushed more deeply and busied herself with the lemonade. "Sure you don't want some?" she asked shyly.

"It's yummy," Olivia told him.

"Twist my arm," Bradley replied. "Sure."

Caroline poured him a glass and handed it to him. "Here you go."

"Well hello," a voice from the doorway interrupted them.

The three of them turned to see Katie. "Hi, Katie," Bradley said to her.

"I'm so glad you're here," Katie purred.

"Me too," Bradley said. "Though I think Livvie here just conned me out of some ice cream."

"She's so smart," Katie said, touching his arm.

Caroline looked at her friend. "Do you want some lemonade, Katie?"

"No thanks," Katie replied. "Come with me, Bradley. I can show you the new broom."

"Oh, sure," Bradley said. "Caroline, are you coming?"

"Um... yeah." Caroline replied. "Let me get Livvie a few more biscuits."

Katie linked her arm in Bradley's. "Come on."

Bradley looked over at Katie and had to admit the brunette was beautiful. He liked her confidence.

He followed her into the sitting room.

"Here it is," Katie gestured.

Bradley stopped in his tracks. "Wow..."

"It's nice isn't it?" Katie asked, pretending she was interested in the piece of wood lying there.

"It's brilliant," Bradley said.

"Might be fun to take a ride on," Katie suggested.

Bradley nodded. "Except it's impossible here."

"I bet we could figure out a way," Katie said. "Midnight... moonlight..."

Bradley chuckled. "You trying to corrupt me, Katie?"

Katie laughed. "Do I really need to?"

"You're the Slytherin," Bradley joked.

"We're misunderstood," Katie replied.

"I see," Bradley said picking up the broom.

Katie ran her hand up the handle. "It's so smooth..." she let her voice trail off as her fingers moved on top of his.

Bradley met her gaze. "Yeah, it is."

Katie let her eyes widen just a bit and smiled at him again.

Caroline came into the room with Olivia. "Oh," she said realising she must have interrupted something.

Katie sighed in disappointment as Bradley turned away from her.

"Caroline, this broom is amazing," Bradley said.

"Yeah," Caroline said. "I was going to clean it up, but it really doesn't need it. I can't wait to go flying when I get home."

"I'd love to see you fly it," Bradley said.

"Nice try," Caroline said with a grin. "Only on the Quidditch pitch."

Katie watched the two of them and folded her arms. How could she not have seen this before? No, she said to herself. It was not possible. Bradley could not possibly fancy Caroline.

She wasn't about to let that happen, either.

"I have a great idea," Katie said hastily.

Bradley and Caroline turned to her. "What’s that?" he asked.

"I heard it's going to be a nice night tomorrow," Katie said. "What if we go to the arcade?"

"That would be fun," Bradley agreed but Caroline frowned.
"I have to baby-sit Em, Adam and Livvie."

Katie had known that, but she pulled a disappointed face. "Oh, that's too bad."

"Maybe some other time?" Bradley suggested but Caroline shook her head.
"You two should go." she said. "Have fun."

Katie looked at Bradley. "I'm game if you are."

"All right," he nodded. "Around seven?"

Katie grinned. "That's perfect."

"Cool," Bradley smiled at her. "We'll have fun."

Katie nudged him. "Almost as fun as a moonlight flight..."

Bradley laughed. "Maybe that can come after..."

Katie giggled and tossed her hair. "I'll hold you to that, Bradley."

He grinned at her again. "Well... I have to go. Mum's waiting on dinner for me."

Katie gave his hand a squeeze. "I'll see you tomorrow at seven."

"I'll swing by here and walk down there with you," he said, his eyes straying to Caroline.

"I really wish you could come with us, Caroline," Bradley said before leaving.

"You don't mind right?" Katie asked her once Bradley was gone. "I mean, since I'm the one that fancies him and all--"

Caroline shook her head. "No, of course not."

"Okay," Katie impulsively hugged her. "I can't believe it! A date with Bradley!"

Caroline laughed. "You haven't been this happy in awhile."

"I haven't had so much a reason to be," Katie replied.

"He's a great bloke," Caroline said softly.

"Yes he is," Katie chose to ignore her tone. "And trust me, by the time we go back to school, he and I will definitely be together."

Caroline nodded. "Poor Bradley's not going to know what hit him, is he?"

Katie giggled. "No, but I bet he'll like it!"

Caroline smiled. "I'm going to put my broom away."

"Okay," Katie said, flopping down on the sofa. She couldn't believe her luck!

She was going out with Bradley tomorrow night and whatever feelings he thought he had for Caroline would be history. After tomorrow, Katie thought, Bradley would be all hers.

*** *** ***

Gabriel had arrived home from Brighton and gone right back into work. He enjoyed studying and the demands of the hospital but was really looking forward to when he was done so he could grab a cup of coffee and some pie across the street at the cafe.

It was two in the morning and he figured the cafe would be deserted and he would be able to study in peace and quiet.

Melanie smiled at him as she wrote something on a chart. "Rub it in why don't you that you get to go home and I'm stuck here for another four hours," she told him.

"I'm going to get a GOOD cup of coffee unlike that sludge they serve in the cafeteria," Gabriel teased.

"Yeah, yeah," Melanie said rolling her eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Hey," Gabriel said. "Did you want to go for dinner on Friday night?"

Melanie smiled. "I'd love to."

"I'll take you somewhere nice," Gabriel said. "Get you out of the drab white coat..."

"Hey," she poked him. "I make this drab white coat look good."

"Yeah.." he nodded. "You do, actually."

Melanie beamed at him. She was leaning in for a kiss when the attending surgeon came up behind them. She frowned. "I'll call you later," she promised.

"All right," he said. "If I feel like it, I'll bring you something to eat in a bit."

Melanie laughed and gave him a shove towards the elevators.

Gabriel was grinning as he got his things and headed across the street to the cafe.

He was still wearing his scrubs, not taking the time to change into his regular clothes. He stepped inside the cafe and saw that the only other patrons were a couple of nurses that were sitting at the counter. Gabriel took his customary seat at the booth in the back.

He closed his eyes, glad to rest. It had been a really long day and he was looking forward to having something to eat and hopefully to see Stephanie as well.

The girl in question came out of the kitchen and Gabriel waved. He saw her hesitate just a moment. He hoped she was not going to let pride get in the way of their friendship. He did not regret paying for her hospital visit.

"Hi, Gabe..." Stephanie said quietly when she came over a few minutes later. "Your usual tonight?" she didn't look at him, only kept her long hair over the side of her face.

"Yeah," Gabriel replied. "It's good to see you, Steph. How's the wrist?"

"Oh it's good," she said, flexing it. "Just have to wear a brace now."

"Great," Gabriel said grinning at her.

"So coffee and your usual melt?" she asked again.

Gabriel nodded. "That'd be great."

"Coming right up," she turned away quickly.

Gabriel watched her go and wondered if he should bring up the hospital thing again. But, they had already spoken about it on the phone and she seemed okay with it. She had even thanked him. There was no need, Gabriel thought, for things to be awkward between them.

He opened one of his textbooks, thinking he'd get ahead in some reading when she came back with a large mug of coffee. "Thanks," he said gratefully.

"No problem," she said. "So, um...how was your visit to England?"

"It was great," Gabriel replied. "I really like it there."

Stephanie smiled. "And you were able to spend some time with your father?"

Gabriel nodded. "And the weather was nice too, believe it or not."

Stephanie laughed. "I didn't think the sun made appearances in England."

"Here and there," Gabriel said. His smile disappeared as her hair moved and he caught sight of a dark circle around her eye.

"What?" Stephanie asked. "Is something---"

"What happened to your eye?" he asked bluntly.

Absently, Stephanie reached up and touched the bruise under her eye. "Clumsy old me. I ran into the closet door at home. It looks worse than it really is."

Gabriel raised an eyebrow.

"Really," Stephanie said.

"Are you sure you're all right?" he asked her.

Stephanie was silent as he reached out and touched the bruise.

"You need to be icing this," Gabriel said. "Not irritating it by covering it up with makeup."

"I will," Stephanie promised.

Gabriel let his hand linger there for a few moments. "I don't believe you're this clumsy," he said softly.

"I'm hopeless," Stephanie said softly.

"I don't believe that either," he told her.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she let herself enjoy his soft, gentle touch. His hands were so different from Tony's, she thought.

"Steph," Gabriel said. "I'm worried about you."

"I'll be fine," Stephanie told him.

"I don't like this," Gabriel said.

"Well, do you know a cure for chronic clumsiness?" Stephanie asked, trying to make the situation light.

"You're not a klutz," Gabriel said, his face serious. "You're being hurt, aren't you?"

Stephanie shook her head. "Hurt? No..."

"Your boyfriend," Gabriel said, the realization dawning on him. "That's why he was at the hospital when you... broke your wrist."

Stephanie was silent.

"Steph--" Gabriel began.

"No one's hurting me," Stephanie interjected. "I really am just clumsy, Gabe."

"You should press charges," Gabriel said. "Why would you stay with someone like that?"

Stephanie stood up. "Just stay out of it. You know nothing about me. Nothing."

Gabriel just stared at her.

"Just concentrate on your pretty little girlfriend and your pretty little life," Stephanie told him angrily.

"Come on--" he began.

Stephanie turned away from him and walked quickly back to the kitchen.

Gabriel sighed as he sank back into his booth. He couldn’t' believe he hadn't seen this before.

What kind of man would hit a woman?

Stephanie went into the freezer to compose herself. She'd been a fool to think that some concealer could cover a black eye.

It was not the first time he had given her a black eye either.

"Hey," the cook opened the freezer door. "You have orders waiting on the counter."

Stephanie nodded. "I'll be right there, Neil."

She closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths. She would bring Gabriel his food and get him out of there as quickly as possible.

He was still sitting in the booth, looking lost in thought. Stephanie collected her thoughts and purposely walked over to him. She set the plate before him. He put his hand on her arm. "Stephanie, please," he tried again. "Talk to me."

"My life is none of your business," she said coldly, fighting back tears.

"I'm your friend," he told her. "I don

I don't like seeing you hurt unnecessarily."

"It's none of your business," she repeated.

"How long has he been doing this?" Gabriel asked. "Hmmm?"

"Gabriel, just eat your food and go," Stephanie said. "Please."

"Wait," Gabriel said reaching into his bag. He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. He hastily scribbled his mobile number on the paper and handed it to her. "If you ever need me...for anything...call me...anytime."

Stephanie took the paper and shoved it into her pocket.

"Promise me you'll call if you need me," Gabriel told her.

"I won't," she said but averted her eyes.

"You deserve better than this," Gabriel said.

"If you need anything else with your food, let me know," Stephanie managed.

Gabriel sighed and nodded. "Thank you."

"I'll refill your coffee," Stephanie said, whirling around.

Gabriel just shook his head. Stephanie was a smart girl. Why on earth was she staying with someone who would hurt her like this? The wrist and the black eye he knew about. He recalled seeing bruises on her arm here and there the last few weeks. She had said she had bumped into the counter.

"I'm an idiot," he said, pushing away the plate. He was no longer hungry.

Thinking about that boyfriend of hers hitting her made him angry. He wondered how that bastard would feel if he was on the receiving end of someone's fist?

He watched Stephanie as she finished up with the nurses that were at the counter and they left. It was awkward now, with him being the only customer in there and her studiously ignoring him.

He did not want to leave her alone though.

With that in mind, he settled back in the booth, making it quite apparent that he intended to be there for awhile.

Stephanie turned and watched him. Why couldn't he just let this go?

"I'm finished with my shift soon," she said stonily. "So you may want to settle up."

"I'd like some more coffee actually," Gabriel told her.

Stephanie sighed, but went to get the coffeepot.

Gabriel stood up and followed her.

"You can't be back here!" she exclaimed.

"I'm the only one here," Gabriel said. "And I thought you might like to see photos from my trip."

Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Pictures," Gabriel said. "I took some pictures on my trip."

"You want to show me pictures?" Stephanie asked in surprise.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Since you're not going anywhere obviously," Stephanie said with a shrug.

He smiled at her in relief. "Not for awhile at least."

Stephanie followed him back to the table and sat down.

Gabriel pulled his digital camera out of his bag. "I took a lot of pictures in London this time."

"You managed to actually have a vacation?" Stephanie asked.

"I know how to have fun," Gabriel said. "Believe it or not."

"I've only seen you with a book," Stephanie said as he inched closer to show her the photographs.

"I had one of those close by too," Gabriel replied.

"Thought so," Stephanie said, forgetting her anger toward him. She looked at the first photograph. "Who are they?"

"That's my cousin Saffron, her husband Andrew, and their two kids." Gabriel said. "Ellie and Edward."

"They're cute," Stephanie smiled.

"You'd like Saffron," Gabriel replied.

"Yeah?" Stephanie asked.

"She's like you," Gabriel said. "Smart, and really funny. Headstrong..."

"Headstrong is your polite way of saying stubborn," Stephanie said smiling slightly at him.

"Well, yes..." Gabriel admitted.

Stephanie nudged him. "Nice."

"And this is Jon, Allison, and their... brood..." Gabriel said. "Emma, that redhead... she is too funny."

Stephanie giggled. "She's the one that had the crush on you when she was little?"

"Yeah," Gabriel said. "That's her."

"She's adorable," Stephanie said.

"That's Olivia, and Adam behind her," Gabriel pointed out. "And Caroline, the oldest."

Stephanie smiled. "They look like a really happy family."

"They are," he answered. They went through the rest of the pictures.

"I kind of feel like I've been there now," Stephanie said.

"Maybe someday you'll get to meet them," Gabriel said.

Stephanie wanted nothing more than to allow herself to fantasize about something like that.

"I'm only trying to help," Gabriel said as he put his camera back into his bag.

"Gabe..." Stephanie said. "What's going on in my life... you can't help me."

"Why not?" Gabriel asked her.

"Because I owe Tony a lot," Stephanie said. "And I love him. I'm not leaving him."

"You love him?" Gabriel asked. "How could you love someone who would do this to you?"

"Gabe, please." Stephanie looked tired. "Don't start this again."

"Okay," Gabriel relented.

"Thank you," she said in relief. "My shift is over..." she said as her replacement walked in.

"Yeah, I should be going home too," Gabriel said.

Stephanie nodded. "I suppose I'll see you around..."

"Hey, Steph?" Gabriel asked. "Just remember, you have my number. If you need anything..."

"I know," she said quickly as she untied her apron.

"And ice that eye," Gabriel told her. "Doctor's orders."

Stephanie smiled thinly. "I will, soon as I get home."

Gabriel smiled back at her. "Good."

"Have a good night," Stephanie said, walking away and into the back room.

Gabriel watched her go. He was not sorry that he had questioned her about this. He was not sorry that he had given her his number. But, he was sorry that he had not noticed this before. He knew what was going on now and he would do anything he could to help Stephanie.

*** *** ***

Frankie had finally put aside her fears concerning David Wright. For all intents and purposes, Hannah's biological father seemed to be true to his word. He was keeping his distance from Hannah and for that, Frankie was extremely grateful. She had even allowed Hannah to go down the beach to get ice cream with Emma.

"Mummy," Hannah said. "Can me and Em go in the water when we're done with our ice cream?"

Frankie looked up from her fashion magazine. "Sure, sweetheart."

Hannah grinned. "This is the most fun holiday ever!"

Frankie laughed. "I'm glad you're having fun."

"Where's Aunt Mallory?" Hannah asked.

"She said she would be here later for dinner," Frankie replied.

"Good," Hannah finished her cone. "Come on Em!"

Emma grinned and followed her cousin down to the beach. Frankie watched them for a moment before returning her attention back to the magazine. Hannah waded into the water while Emma stood back, collecting shells.

"Hello," a man said to Hannah as he swam beside her. Hannah looked over at him and felt as if she had seen him somewhere before.

"Hello," she said quietly.

"You're quite a good swimmer," he said to her.

"Thanks," Hannah said warily.

"You remind me of your mother," he said moving closer.

Hannah looked at him in alarm. "Who are you?"

He chuckled. "How soon we forget..."

"Leave me alone," Hannah moved to swim away.

From the shore, Emma saw her best friend looking quite distressed. "Aunt Frankie!" Emma called out. "Aunt Frankie! Hannah's in trouble!"

Frankie was on her feet in an instant. "Hannah?"

David Wright let go of Hannah and watched as his daughter hurried for the shore. He waved at Frankie.

"Oh Merlin," Frankie's face went white as Will came running up.

Hannah ran to her mother.

"Come on baby," Frankie hugged her. "Let's go inside."

Hannah was shaking.

Will approached the water, fuming. He scanned the waves for David Wright.

"Son of a bitch," Will muttered.

"Are you all right?" Frankie asked anxiously. "Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?"

Hannah held up her arm where David Wright had grabbed her.

Frankie examined the bruise there and anger swelled over her. "I'll kill him."

"He----jail?" Hannah managed, still shaking.

"He got out, baby." Frankie said. "You didn't recognise him?"

Hannah shook her head. She had last seen him when she was four.

"It's all right," Frankie hugged her. "It's okay, sweetheart. He can't hurt you."

Will hurried inside the house. "There's no sight of him. I rang the police."

Frankie nodded as she pulled Hannah's towel more tightly around her.

"Baby?" Will asked kneeling before his daughter.

"I'm okay Daddy," Hannah managed.

"He left a bruise on her arm," Frankie said to her husband.

Will's jaw clenched. "He's lucky I didn't find him."

"What did he say to you?" Frankie asked gently.

"Nothing really," Hannah said. "Just told me I looked like my mum."

"He's violated the order to stay away from Hannah," Will said. "He's just earned himself a trip back to jail."

"Good," Frankie said bitterly.

Hannah looked at her father. "Why didn't you---why didn't you tell me?"

"We thought it was better that you didn't know," Will told her. "We didn't want to scare you."

Hannah nodded, but still felt a little angry that they had not warned her.

"We wanted you to have a fun summer," Frankie reasoned.

"And we've had someone watching him," Will said. "We had no idea he would pull something like this."

Hannah nodded, looking down at the floor. Seeing her birth father had brought back some old memories.

"Will?" Josh called out. "The police are here."

"I'll be back," Will told them.

Frankie nodded and led her daughter over to the sofa. "Can I get you something to drink, sweetheart?"

Hannah shook her head. "Why is he here, Mummy?"

"I don't know," Frankie replied. "To play mind games with us, I imagine."

"I hate him," Hannah's eyes filled with tears.

Frankie hugged her tightly.

Hannah wiped her eyes. "I miss my mother so much. I hate him for making her go away!"

Frankie patted her back in comforting fashion. She honestly did not know what to say to make this better. She hated David Wright, too.

"Hannah," Will said. "The police want to ask you a few questions."

Hannah looked uncertainly at her mother.

"Just tell them what happened," Frankie said. "That’s all."

Hannah nodded and Will motioned for the police officer to come inside. The female detective smiled warmly at Hannah. "Hello, Miss Barron. I'm Detective Whitewood. I know you're a little shaken up right now so I promise not to ask too many questions."

"Okay," Hannah said quietly.

The detective sat down and asked Hannah a series of questions. Frankie hid her own anger as she heard Hannah describe in detail what had happened in the water. Hannah lifted her arm to show the detective the bruise her father had left on her arm.

"He goes back to jail for this right?" Will asked furiously.

"Well, he has violated his probation," the detective said.

"And he hurt her!" Frankie exclaimed.

"I'll file this report and hopefully we'll make an arrest," the detective told her.

Frankie nodded. "The sooner the better."

"I'll be in touch," Detective Whitewood said.

"Thank you," Will said, taking the detective's card.

Frankie put an arm around Hannah as Will saw the detective out. "It's going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise."

Hannah nodded. "I didn't know him at first."

"It's been a long time," Frankie said.

Hannah wrapped her arms around herself.

Frankie felt completely at a loss as to what to say. She knew that her daughter was angry that they had not told her about David Wright's release from prison.

"I think I'm just going upstairs for now," Hannah said.

Frankie nodded. "I'll check on you in a few minutes, love."

"Okay," Hannah shrugged and went up the stairs.

Will came back into the room and sat down beside his wife.

"She's so mad at us," Frankie said.

"We did what we thought was best at the time," Will said thoughtfully.

Frankie sighed. "I honestly thought he'd leave Hannah alone. I didn't think he could find us here."

"If he comes near her again, I'll kill him," Will vowed.

"I'll hold him down," Frankie said grimly.

Will hugged her tightly. "I wish I'd been there."

"I don't know what to do now," Frankie said, resting her head on his shoulder. "I mean... he's out there, and now we know he's looking for her. How do we let her go anywhere out there by herself?"

Will honestly did not know. "That bastard never should have been released to begin with. I mean, he killed her mother after years of abusing both Hannah and Abbie."

Frankie shook her head in disgust. "What is wrong with this justice system?"

"Hopefully, it won't let us down this time," Will said quietly.

"I'm going to bring her up something to drink," Frankie said. "And hopefully get her to talk to me."

Will kissed his wife's cheek. "Okay."

Frankie got her daughter a grape Fizzy and headed upstairs. "Hannah?" she knocked on the door.

There was no answer and Frankie opened the door to find her daughter sitting on the window seat, staring out at the ocean. "Hannah?"

"What?" Hannah asked.

"I brought you a drink," Frankie said holding out the glass.

"I'm not thirsty," Hannah said.

Frankie set the glass on the bedside table. "I'll just set it here for later."

"Fine," Hannah replied.

"Do you want to talk?" Frankie asked.

"No," Hannah said.

Frankie turned to go but thought better of it. "Hannah, I know you're angry and you're scared and you have every right to be."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hannah asked.

"We should have," Frankie said softly. "But, we thought it was best. You've done so well and David Wright has not been a part of your life."

"But if I knew he was out there I would have been more careful," Hannah said.

Frankie sat down beside her on the seat. "I know that now."

"It scared me when I figured out it was him," Hannah said quietly.

"I can imagine," Frankie said.

"What if he'd taken me away?" Hannah asked.

"That's never, ever going to happen," Frankie argued.

"Don't let it happen to me, Mummy," Hannah whispered.

Frankie put her arms around her daughter. "I wouldn't, baby."

"All right?" Will poked his head in the room.

Frankie nodded. "Getting there."

*** *** ***

Because Ashley was leaving on her trip in the next couple of days, Brittany had decided to take Zander on a shopping excursion in town. She wanted to buy her friend a good going-away present especially after all that Ashley had done to support her during the fashion agent debacle.

Thankfully, Brighton had a lot of small shoppes and boutiques. Zander held the door for his cousin. "This has to be the last one, Brit. I don't want to spend my entire day shopping," he said nudging her. "Besides, I'm starving..."

Brittany rolled her eyes.”We'll eat in a few minutes. I just have to find the perfect present. I can't just buy the first thing I see. You know, I think that's why you're still single. You have no depth."

Zander rolled his eyes. "And you're as shallow as a pond."

"Very funny," Brittany said, glaring at him. Her eyes lit up when she saw they'd entered a thrift shoppe. "I bet I'll find something for Ash here."

"Good," Zander said in relief.

"I can't believe Ash is leaving," Brittany said thumbing through a rack of clothes.

"It does feel weird," he agreed. "We're not going to see her for a year...." Zander tried to ignore the pang he felt at that thought.

"And pretty soon, I will be going too," Brittany said, grinning at the thought of her new job. Kevin's band had offered her the job as band stylist and she had taken only two seconds to tell them 'yes' after clearing it with her parents. "Leaving you all alone...."

"Somehow I think I'll survive," he said dryly. "But I'm happy for you, Brit."

"Me too," Brittany said. "I can't believe this is happening."

"You'll meet some people and be on the cover of Witch Weekly before you know it," Zander said.

Brittany beamed at him. "You think?"

"Sure," he nodded. "I hope you don't expect me to buy a copy, though. I'd look weird walking around with a girly magazine--"

Brittany pulled a jumper from the rack and examined it. "Oh, you'd better buy a copy of it, Zander Murray. I'm family. You should be proud!"

"I'll tell everyone I know," Zander parroted her tone.

Brittany poked him in the side. "I'll be back, you jolly joker."

Zander shook his head as he walked toward a table that was loaded with necklaces, bracelets and rings. He wanted to get his best friend a gift too. But, a part of him did not want to because it was like admitting that it was actually happening. He picked up a bracelet and realised he had absolutely no idea what he was looking for. His heart wasn't in this. The thought of not seeing Ashley for an entire year was one of the worst things he could think of.

He could still remember seeing her the first night at Hogwarts when they were eleven. She had seemed just as nervous as the rest of them. There was something about her that had drawn him in even as a kid. He had watched her from afar those first few days and saw how shy she seemed.

He also remembered their brief relationship when they were thirteen, and more recently, kissing her in the classroom the last night at school. Truth be told, he wondered what would have happened had Debra not interrupted them. He supposed he would never find out.

Ashley seemed happy with Kevin and now that she was going away for a year he was sure they would see each other in some random cities.

"Earth to Zander," Brittany said waving her hand in front of his face. "Hello? I've been calling to you for like twenty minutes..."

"We haven't even been here that long," he retorted.

"Whatever," Brittany said. She held up a dress. "Do you think Ash would like this?"

Zander looked at it. "She would look great in that."

Brittany grinned. "I think so, too."

"I wanted to get her something too," Zander said. "But I don't know what she would like..."

"Oh come on," Brittany said. "You know her better than anyone."

"Kind of," Zander mumbled.

"You do," Brittany said gazing at the necklaces on the counter.

"I guess," he replied. "She would like this one, probably."

Brittany shook her head. "Don't just pick something at random. You know her...you'll know when you find something she likes."

"I just want to make sure it's something she'll wear." Zander insisted.

Brittany smiled. "Okay."

Zander sighed. He wanted to be done with shopping so he could get back to the house. Suddenly, he wanted to see Ashley as much as possible.

Brittany purchased the dress while Zander left empty-handed. He still had some time to buy something for his friend so he was not too worried. Brittany led him to the pizza stand closer to their beach house and they sat down at one of the tables to enjoy their lunch.

"Okay," Brittany said. "Zander, what's gotten into you? You’ve been in a mood all day..."

He shrugged. "Nothing."

Brittany sighed and pouted at him. "You can tell me..."

He shook his head. "I'm fine. Once you're gone and I get some peace and quiet, I can start working on my music again."

"You are so going to miss me," Brittany crowed.

"Not really," he replied.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "I know not as much as Ashley."

"You also won't be gone for a year," he said.

"We'll see her," Brittany said. "She and I have talked about meeting up every now and then. We are witches and you're a wizard. We can see each other anytime we want."

"Yeah?" he perked up.

"That's what she and Kevin are planning to do," Brittany said, frowning when she saw

Zander's smile faded. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing," he said, shoving his pizza slice away.

"Kevin's really going to miss her," Brittany continued.

"Well like you said," Zander replied. "They'll meet up."

Brittany watched as Zander started tearing up a napkin. "Angry, much?"

"No," he said defensively.

"What did that napkin do to you?" Brittany asked raising an eyebrow. Zander rolled his eyes.

"Alekszander Murray," Brittany said folding her arms. "What's going on? Come on. Spill."

"I'm fine," he snapped.

"Uh-huh," Brittany said. She studied her cousin. She knew him quite well and she knew his moods. He was definitely angry about something, but she could not imagine why. "Please tell me you're still not mooning over that droopy Debra. Trust me, Zander you are so much better off without her."

"I haven't thought about Debra in weeks," Zander answered.

"That girl you met on the beach?" Brittany asked. "If you want I could talk to her and tell her that you were just being a good friend looking after Ash and me..."

"It's not that," he said. "I just sort of wish things weren't changing so fast."

"Well, that's what happens after you graduate from school," Brittany said thoughtfully.

Zander pushed back his chair. "I'll see you later. I'm going to go walk for a bit."

"Zander--" Brittany protested. "Wait..."

"I just want to be by myself for awhile," he told her.

Brittany nodded. "I guess I'll see you back at the house."

Zander nodded and headed off down towards the pier.

It seemed like just yesterday they had arrived in Brighton and now in just days Ashley was leaving for a year. And apparently she would be having romantic reunions with her boyfriend all over Europe. Kevin was a nice bloke and he had never done anything to Zander, but at the moment Zander hated him. He wished he had fought harder for her attention- or even said something when Debra had discovered them kissing. Perhaps things would be different now if he had. Those feelings that he had told himself had gone away were still there. They had never really gone away.

Meanwhile, Brittany had finished off her lunch and was strolling back home. Her thoughts were on her cousin and his strange behaviour.

The three of them had a great time on the beach this past week, just having fun and not thinking about the upcoming separation. Zander had seemed perfectly at ease. But with the date of Ashley's departure looming, he was becoming quite morose. Now that Brittany thought about it, his behaviour had changed a couple of days ago when Kevin had arrived to spend some quality time with Ashley.

"He still fancies her," Brittany said to herself. It all made sense now, Brittany said shaking her head. How could she not have seen it before?

She wasn't quite sure what to do about this. Part of her wanted to tell Zander to go confess to Ashley. The other part wanted to go to Ashley and find out if she still harboured feelings for Zander as well. But, if she did this, would it jeopardize her new career with Kevin and his band?

Brittany arrived back at the house and saw Zander approaching from the beach. She waved him over. "I know what's wrong with you."

"If you make some crack about my hair," Zander warned.

"You could use highlights," Brittany waved her hand. "But I've been thinking... I know what's wrong, why you were so upset earlier."

"Brit, just leave it," Zander said making a move for the steps.

"You still have feelings for Ash," Brittany said bluntly.

Zander laughed. "Of course I do. She's my best friend."

"You're in love with her," Brittany crossed her arms.

Zander turned his back on her and headed into the house. Brittany was hot on his heels though. "It's the reason you broke up with Deb, isn't it?" she asked him.

"Don't worry about it," he replied shortly.

"How can I not worry about it?" Brittany asked. "I'm right in the middle!"

"How?" he asked. "You're just butting in."

Brittany dragged him over to the sofa. "Tell me the truth. What's really going on between you and Ash?"

"We're friends," he stated.

Brittany levelled her gaze at him. "Zander..."

He glared at her.

"I'm not an idiot," Brittany said. "You've been in love with her since we were eleven and apparently that hasn't changed."

Zander sighed. "All right fine... you're right."

Brittany leaned back on the sofa with a smug expression on her face. "I knew it!"

Zander rolled his eyes again. "Shut it, Brit."

"So, is it the reason you and Deb broke up?" Brittany asked ignoring him.

"Deb caught me and Ashley kissing in Binns old classroom," Zander admitted. "The last night of school..."

Brittany's eyes grew wide, but she did not say anything.

"And we haven't had much to do with one another since then," Zander said. "She's with Kevin, and that's who she wants to be with, and I'm not going to step in the way of that."

Brittany looked at him. "So you're just going to let her go?"

"I'm not going to stand in the way of her happiness," he told her.

"But, what if being with you is what she wants?" Brittany asked thoughtfully. "You won't know unless you try. The two of you---I don't know---it's like you belong together."

Zander shrugged. "If she wanted to be with me then she would be."

Brittany groaned. "Maybe she would if she knew you had these feelings!"

"Just don’t' worry about it, okay?" Zander asked testily. "And don’t' go bloody telling her this, either."

"I wouldn't tell her," Brittany said to him.

"Good," he replied. "Keep it that way."

"You're going to tell her," Brittany continued as if he hadn't spoken.

"What?" Zander asked.

"You," Brittany said. "Go tell her. She's leaving for a year, and you'll regret it if you don't tell her now."

Zander knew his cousin had a point, but he and Ashley had tried this before. If that kiss in the classroom had meant anything to her, why had she stayed with Kevin?

"Just go tell her," Brittany urged. "I think you'll be surprised."

"Has she said anything to you?" Zander asked.

"No," Brittany replied.

"Then how are you so sure that this will turn out well?" Zander asked.

"Women's intuition," Brittany said primly.

Zander chuckled. "I see..."

"Just go do it," Brittany said bossily.

A slow grin spread across Zander's face. "Okay. I just have to do something first..."

"What?" Brittany asked suspiciously.

"I'll tell you later," Zander said before standing up and hurrying upstairs.

Brittany smiled as he disappeared. Ashley had no idea that Zander harboured these feelings, and this would certainly come as a surprise.

At the moment, Ashley was sitting up in her room, lost in thought. She and Kevin had a nice day on the beach, but her heart had not really been in it. They had apologised not long after their row, but things had been different. She felt distanced from Kevin, and not just because of the journey she was about to embark on.

She was not being fair to him by continuing this charade. He deserved better than that.
Ashley sighed and went downstairs. Sometimes talking to her mother could help her clear her head out. Her mother was sitting in the kitchen and smiled warmly when she saw her daughter. "Hi, love."

"Hi," Ashley said. "Can I talk to you?"

"Of course," Julie said, setting aside her book.

"I'm sort of confused," Ashley said.

"About what?" Julie asked as her daughter sat down.

"Kevin," Ashley admitted. "I care about him a lot, but I don't know if I want to be his girlfriend anymore."

"Why?" Julie asked gently.

"Because I think I'm in love with Zander," Ashley said quietly.

Julie squeezed her daughter's hand. "Oh..."

"Are you disappointed?" Ashley asked with trepidation. "I mean, I know Kev's famous and all, and a lot of people think I'm with him because of that--"

Julie shook her head. "No, sweetheart. I don't think that's the reason you were with Kevin and I am not disappointed in you. I'm proud of you for realising what was in your heart."

Ashley managed a small smile. "It's kind of what you did, isn't it?"

Julie smiled back. "Kind of."

"You listened to yours," Ashley said. "When Dad came to live in England after his parents kicked him out."

"And everyone thought it was so scandalous for a Potter to love a Malfoy," Julie said, shaking her head.

Ashley smiled more genuinely this time. "I'm glad you did or I wouldn't be here."

"Me too," Julie said. "Though it wasn't always easy. But, then again, nothing worthwhile ever is easy. If you love Zander, you do need to tell Kevin."

"That's going to be the hard part," Ashley nodded.

"Just be honest," Julie told her. "He deserves that."

"But should I tell Zander how I feel now, when I'm about to go away?" Ashley asked her mother. "I won't see him much over the next year."

"A lot can happen in a year, sweetheart," Julie said thoughtfully. "If you don't tell him now, imagine what could happen. What if he met someone else?"

"I don't want to think about that," Ashley shook her head.

"Don't let it pass you by if this is what you want," Julie told her.

"Okay," Ashley replied. "I won't."

"I can't believe you'll be leaving soon, baby," Julie said. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"A year will go by so fast," Ashley said,

"Yes it will and it's a great opportunity," Julie said proudly.

"I've got everything packed," Ashley said. "So much stuff..."

"Katie's just glad you aren't bringing Sophie with you," Julie teased.

"I wish I could," Ashley said wistfully.

"I don't think Rome and Greece could handle Sophie," Julie joked.

"Or Katie," Ashley said, laughing.

Julie laughed and started to say something else when Kevin appeared in the doorway.

"Hey," he said grinning at Ashley. "I was hoping to steal you away to go on the beach with me. I have a surprise."

"Oh," Ashley said in surprise. "Okay..."

Kevin offered her his hand. Ashley looked back at her mother who nodded to her.

Ashley took Kevin's hand and allowed him to take her out onto the beach. He had set up some sort of picnic on the patio for the two of them. It was quite a romantic little scene. "Oh..." Ashley said. "This is lovely, Kev, but--"

He continued on as if he hadn't heard her. "Have a seat..."

Ashley reluctantly sat down. "Kevin--"

He poured them each a glass of wine. "Here you go." Ashley took the glass and sipped at it uneasily.

"We haven't done something like this since our first date," Kevin said with a grin.

"That was so long ago now," Ashley said.

"And look at us now," Kevin said, reaching for her hand.

Ashley forced a smile onto her face as he sat down next to her. "Kev... "

"What?" Kevin asked.

"I can't do this," Ashley set the glass down.

Kevin's smile faltered. "What's wrong?"

Ashley fought tears that suddenly sprang to her eyes. "I can't be with you."

"Ashley?" Kevin asked. "Why not?"

"This is just too hard," Ashley said. "With us both travelling. It just hasn’t been the same lately."

Kevin nodded. "I know that, but we're going to change things. Remember, we're going to meet up when we can..."

"Do you really think that's going to work?" Ashley asked gently. "I know how your schedule can change at the last minute."

"Wecan if we want it to work," Kevin said and he watched as Ashley looked down at her lap. "But you don't want it to, do you?"

"It's not that I don't want it to," Ashley said. "I care about you a lot."

"There are words a bloke loves to hear," Kevin muttered.

"Kev, I'm sorry--" Ashley began.

"Zander," Kevin said looking at her. "This is about him, isn't it?"

"No," Ashley denied.

"Right," Kevin said standing up.

"Please don’t' be like this," Ashley pleaded.

"I should have known," Kevin said walking to the other side of the patio. Ashley sat on the bench and drew her knees up to her chest.

"The other blokes in the band said I should have been worried, but I told them no," Kevin said quietly.

"That's not true," Ashley said.

"So, there's nothing between you and him?" Kevin asked, turning and looking at her properly. Ashley couldn't answer him. Instead she turned to look out at the water.

"I see," Kevin said. "What a fool I was, eh?"

"You aren't a fool," Ashley said quietly. "And I never treated you like one."

Kevin walked over to her and knelt before her. "What is it that he has that I don't, Ash?"

"You have everything, Kev." Ashley told him. "You have the world right in front of you. I don't want to hold you back."

"I love you, Ashley," Kevin said earnestly.

"I.... care about you." Ashley said. "I always have, and I always will." Ashley tentatively put her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"I don't want to lose you, Ash." Kevin said, his arms circling around her.

Ashley was silent as she rested her head on his shoulder. Neither of them saw that someone had approached the beach house. Zander stood in the darkness, carrying a bouquet of Ashley's favourite flowers. The smile on his face fell as he took in the romantic scene on the patio---the candlelight, the wine glasses and the couple wrapped in each other's arms.

He felt as if a large weight had dropped onto his chest and completely crushed him. The flowers fell to the sand and he gave them one last look before leaving.

"So this is it?" Kevin asked her. "It's over?"

"I know it's a cliché, but I hope we can still be friends," Ashley said softly.

"Sooner or later," he said.

"I'm sorry," Ashley said.

"I just hope he treats you right," Kevin said. "Because if he doesn't--"

"Thanks," Ashley told him.

He kissed her cheek. "Guess I should get going..."

Ashley nodded. "I hope I'll see you before I leave..."

"We still might see each other while you're gone," Kevin said softly.

"I'd like that," Ashley said sincerely.

"Me too," he said, sitting next to her on the bench.

Ashley reached for his hand. "You're going to make some girl very happy some day."

"Wish it was you," he told her.

"You deserve someone who can give you her whole heart," Ashley said.

He reached for her hand and squeezed it.

They sat together for a few moments before Kevin kissed her cheek and took his leave.

Ashley sighed, leaning her head back on the railing. That was the hardest thing she'd ever had to do in her life, but she knew it was the right thing.
She hated hurting Kevin and she did truly hope that someday they could be friends.

Ashley glanced down the beach towards Brittany and Zander's house. It was lit brightly and she felt butterflies as she got up and headed towards it.

Ashley took a deep breath and hurried up the steps.

She hoped against hope that Zander would answer the door as she knocked. She didn't know how much longer her nerve would hold out.

It took a few moments, but he finally answered the door. Ashley smiled and felt her heart race as she looked at him. "Hi," she said softly.

He did not answer her and Ashley wondered why he looked so cross. She wanted to tease him to see if perhaps he and Brittany had another one of their famous rows, but something told her he would not appreciate teasing at a time like this. She knew him well enough by now when not to joke around.

"Have you got a minute?" she asked instead. "I really have to tell you something."

Zander glared at her. "I just bet you do."

"What's the matter?" Ashley asked.

"Nothing," Zander said sarcastically. "Absolutely nothing. Everything's great. Just fan-bloody-tastic, Ashley."

"Zander," Ashley tried again. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm in--"

"It's late and I'm knackered," Zander said cutting her off. "Goodbye, Ashley."

"You have no idea what I was going to say!" Ashley exclaimed.

Ashley gaped at him, but he closed the door in her face. She stood there for a few moments, completely dumbfounded. What had just happened here? She came over here to tell him she loved him and wanted to be with him and he just shut the door in her face.

Zander stalked up the stairs, pushing past his cousin. "Thanks for the great advice," he said sarcastically.

"What?" Brittany asked.

"I go tell her how I feel and find her all over Kevin," Zander replied. "Yeah, she really wants me."

Brittany raised an eyebrow. "Kevin? No---"

"I'mnot going to bother trying again," he cut her off.

Brittany grabbed his arm. "Zander, something's not right here. I know Ashley and I know you..."

"Not as well as you think, apparently." he said.

He shrugged out of her hold. "Don't meddle in my love life anymore, Brit."

"UGH!" Brittany said. "You two are so obnoxious!!!"

Zander ignored her and stalked upstairs. Brittany shook her head. She was sick and tired of this. They called Ashley and Zander the smart ones, Brittany thought with a laugh. At this point in time, Brittany felt she was way smarter than either of them. Brittany debated going upstairs to tell off Zander when she spotted Ashley's silhouette walking down the beach.

She hurried outside calling after her friend. 'Ashley!"

Ashley turned but kept walking back towards her house.

"ASHLEY BETH MALFOY!" Brittany yelled. "STOP RIGHT NOW!"

"What is it?" Ashley asked impatiently.

"What the hell happened?" Brittany asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Ashley said angrily.

"Well, I think it's a little harsh of you to rub his nose in it, don't you?" Brittany asked.

Ashley rolled her eyes and turned to walk away.

"Oh, just go and snog Kevin for all I care!" Brittany called out in exasperation. Ashley stopped walking and glared at her. "Kevin and I broke up, Brittany. Okay? Happy now?"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Brittany asked. "Go tell Zander you love him! I KNOW that's why you and Kevin aren't together! It's so bloody obvious!"

Ashley shook her head. "I'm done, Brit. I can't do this anymore."

"Why?" Brittany asked in exasperation.

Ashley sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I can't keep putting myself through this. He likes me, I don't know. I like him, he doesn't know. We try and we fail. He and I---apparently, we're not meant to be."

"That's not true," Brittany argued.

"It is," Ashley said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. "I'm leaving for a year anyway."

"I know," Brittany said. "And that's why you can't just let this go."

"Bye, Brit," Ashley said quietly.

"Don't be like this, Ash..." Brittany pleaded.

Ashley silently turned and walked down the beach.

Brittany stared after her wondering just where everything had gone so wrong.

*** *** ***

Although Katie was thrilled that her sister and Kevin had broken up, her interest in the singer had waned in light of meeting Bradley. She had gone to the ice cream stand every day he was working and he'd finally started flirting back with her.

She wanted to ask him to accompany her to Ashley's goodbye barbecue. She checked her reflection in the mirror. Her skin had tanned a bit, giving her face a nice glow, and her new bikini looked smashing on her. "Eat your heart out," Katie said to her reflection.

She grabbed her beach bag and headed downstairs. She found Caroline sitting on the sofa playing a game with Emma. "Caroline, come on..." Katie ordered.

Caroline looked up and raised an eyebrow. "Where are we going?

"To see Bradley," Katie said. "I'm going to ask him to be my date to Ash's party."

"Why do you need me to go with you?" Caroline asked. "Em and I are kind of---"

"If you buy me ice cream, I'll go with you too," Emma cut her sister off.

Katie knew having Emma there would be a good ice breaker. "Deal."

Caroline laughed. "Em's easy to bribe."

"I do love ice cream," Emma said with a grin.

Caroline nudged her sister. "Go get your shoes and we'll go."

Emma scrambled for her trainers and the three girls left the house and headed down the beach.

"I can't believe Ash is leaving tomorrow," Caroline said thoughtfully.

"She's lucky," Katie said. "A whole year, travelling... she can go shopping in all those great cities."

"That's what you'd do," Caroline teased.

"You better believe it," Katie said. "I can't wait to get my inheritance."

"Shopping your way across Europe," Caroline said grinning at her.

"I'll have the best fashion of anyone out there," Katie gloated.

"And she's modest too," Caroline said linking her arm with Katie's. They were nowhere near as close as they used to be, but they had made quite a few strides this summer. Caroline had actually liked hanging out with Katie again.

"You know it," Katie said, straightening up as they arrived at the ice cream stand.

Emma looked at Caroline. "I don't know what I want. I think I'm going to try something different!"

Caroline giggled. "Go for it, Em."

Katie groaned as they joined the queue. She did not like waiting.

Emma gave her a look. "I know, Katie. I hate waiting for my food too."

Katie smiled and put an arm around Emma. "I love you, Em."

"Cause I'm totally loveable," Emma said with a grin.

"Absolutely," Katie said catching Bradley's eye. She gave him a wave.

He grinned at her and nodded his head in greeting. Katie liked the way his eyes lingered on her figure.

They finally made it to the front of the queue and Bradley smiled at them. He looked at Emma. "There's my best customer."

Emma laughed. "I want a double scoop today- strawberry and black liquorice!"

Bradley looked at Caroline. "Your little sister is changing things up on me."

"She's a little unpredictable," Caroline joked.

"What can I get for you?" Bradley said smiling at her.

"Just chocolate is fine with me," Caroline glanced over at Katie.

"Me too," Katie said. Caroline gave Katie a little nudge. "We were wondering if you were doing anything tonight," Katie said stepping closer.

Bradley shrugged. "Not really."

Katie grinned and was about to ask him something when she saw his gaze fall on Caroline.
She sucked in a breath. Caroline didn't even realise that Bradley was watching her, and there was no way she was going to bring that to her friend's attention. "Actually," she said.

"My sister is leaving tomorrow for a year long trip, and we're having a little party for her tonight. Want to come?"

He grinned. "Sure. That'd be nice."

"Well," Katie leaned on the counter. "It's a date." Bradley nodded before returning his attention to completing their orders.

Katie grinned. "Mission accomplished," she whispered to Caroline.

"As if he had a chance," Caroline said with a grin.

"Not with me in this bikini he didn't," Katie said in satisfaction.

Emma's mouth was watering as Bradley handed her a cone. "Thank you!"

"That's an interesting combo there," Bradley said. "I'm not brave enough to try it."

"Em eats a lot of things no one would be brave enough to try," Caroline said. "But we love her anyway."

"Wait until you see me in action tonight," Emma said, biting into her cone.

"I look forward to it," Bradley said handing Caroline her ice cream.

"My grandfather is going to barbecue and he's really good at it," Katie told him. "So be there around six."

"I'll be there," Bradley promised. "Thanks for inviting me, Katie."

"I'm really excited about it," Katie touched his hand.

He smiled back at her. "Me, too."

"I personally promise you'll have a good time," Katie said flirtatiously.

"Oh yeah?" Bradley flirted back with her.

"Personally, promise..." Katie repeated, her tone lower.

Emma looked at Caroline. "What's she doing?" she asked, in a whisper.

"Flirting," Caroline whispered back.

Emma giggled. "She's really good at it."

"She's a master at work," Caroline agreed.

"She reminds me of Aunt Frankie," Emma said before taking another bite of her ice cream.
Caroline giggled.

Katie paid for their ice cream and reluctantly stepped aside so Bradley could deal with the other customers.

"I think he's really into you," Caroline said.

"If he's not already, he will be after tonight," Katie promised. She was glad to hear this from Caroline. Even if Bradley fancied Caroline, Caroline was too clueless to recognise it.

Caroline nodded and glanced over at the boy in question. He looked up and she blushed at being caught.

"You have to help me pick something to wear," Katie said to Caroline.

"Okay," Caroline agreed, almost too quickly.

Katie caught the tone in her friend's voice. Apparently, Caroline fancied Bradley, too. But,

Caroline was a good friend and would never go after a boy if she knew her best friend wanted him, Katie thought.

"I'll have to make sure I look my best," Katie said. "I really fancy him a lot."

"You should wear that white sundress you bought the other day," Caroline said thoughtfully. "It looks really nice on you."

"Perfect," Katie said. "I'll straighten my hair- my mum can do a spell- and I'll use some of that new makeup I just bought."

Emma looked curiously at her. "It's just a family dinner, Katie."

Katie looked back at Bradley. "It's more than that now, Em."

"Katie's in lurve," Emma joked.

"Shhh!" Katie said. "I don't want him hearing that!"

Emma giggled. "Sorry."

"Come on," Caroline said. "We can go pick out your dress."

Katie grinned. "Thanks, Caroline."

"Thanks for my ice cream, Katie." Emma said.

"It was my pleasure, Em," Katie said.

"These two are really good together," Emma replied.

Caroline laughed. "I'll take your word for it, Em." The three girls approached the house and

Katie was surprised to see Kevin and her father sitting outside on the patio.

"I wonder what he's doing here," Katie said.

Caroline shrugged. "Dunno."

"Hiya, Kev." Katie said sweetly. "What brings you by?"

He looked like he had not slept much the night before and Katie's heart went out to him.

"Signing some things," Kevin replied.

Katie nodded. "Are you looking forward to your tour?"

"Yeah," Kevin said. "It will be nice to get my mind off of things."

"Katie," Nick said. "We're busy working right now. You can talk to Kevin later."

Katie grinned at her father. "Dad, you know what they say about all work and no play."

Kevin actually smiled. "You're pretty incorrigible, you know."

Katie beamed at him. "I know."

"Katherine," Nick said, more firmly this time.

"Yes, sir," Katie said giving her father a peck on the cheek.

"By the way," she said. "Bradley's joining us for dinner tonight."

"Who?" Nick asked.

"Katie's BOY-friend," Emma sing songed.

"Not yet, but I'm working on it," Katie said nudging Emma.

"Hmm..." Nick said. "I'll talk to your mother about this."

"Daddy, I'm fifteen," Katie pointed out. "And I'll be sixteen before you know it."

"I'll talk to your mother," Nick repeated.

"You let Ashley date Zander when she was thirteen," Katie said without thinking. At the mention of Zander's name, Kevin's face darkened with anger.

"That's enough," Nick said, his tone edgy. "Go inside before you're grounded tonight."

Katie nodded and shot an apologetic look at Kevin.

"You probably shouldn't have brought up Ashley in front of him," Caroline whispered to her.

"I know," Katie said as they walked inside the house. "I wasn't thinking."

"Come on," Caroline said. "Let's go pick out your outfit. You know your parents will let you have Bradley over."

Katie looked out the window at Kevin one last time, feeling bad for what she had said. Someday, Kevin would realise he and Ashley were not meant to be. Katie always thought she would be the one to help him realise that but now she had a bigger fish to catch.

*** *** ***

The sun was just setting and Darla looked out from her bedroom window down at the beach. The long holiday was nearly over and tonight they'd all be saying goodbye to Ashley Malfoy as she started out on her new life.

Darla could not remember being that young---just out of Hogwarts with her old life ahead of her. Her life had not turned out as she had planned. She had never foreseen herself divorced and raising a child.

"Sickle for your thoughts," Liam said, putting his arms around her.

Darla smiled. "They're probably not even worth that much."

"Everything about you is worth a million times that much," Liam countered.

Darla turned around and poked him in the side. "I was just thinking of Ashley Malfoy. I've known her since she was a baby and her whole life is about to begin. She's not waiting for her life to come to her. She's going out into the world."

"I think it's fantastic," Liam nodded. "Who wouldn't want a year long trip around the world?"

"Did you ever do that?" Darla asked. "Take a gap year before you started University?"

"I went right in," Liam shook his head

"Neither did I," Darla said. "But we'll make up for that when we go on our honeymoon."

"Sounds good to me," he kissed the side of her neck.

"I can't wait," Darla said softly, closing her eyes.

"I just wish it was sooner," he said.

Darla smiled as an idea suddenly came to her. "What are we waiting for, Liam? What are we really waiting for?"

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't need a big wedding," Darla said. "That's not important to me."

"It doesn't matter that much to me either," Liam replied.

"Let's get married tonight," Darla said, her eyes gleaming.

"Tonight?" he asked in astonishment.

"Tonight," Darla said. "We could go to one of those all night chapels or a local vicar or...Las Vegas!"

"You want to go to Vegas to elope?" Liam asked, laughing.

"Why not?" Darla asked. "We'd have something to tell our grandchildren someday!"

"What about all the other plans you and Drew made?" he asked.

Darla shook her head. "I still have my dress and all I really want is my close friends and family there."

"Then let's do it," he said with a grin.

Darla grinned. "Really?"

"Yeah," Liam said, his grin matching hers.

Darla gave him a kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around him.

"I love you," Liam said to her when they broke apart.

"I love you too," Darla said happily. "Now, come on! We have loads to do!"

Liam followed Darla downstairs. "What do we do first?

Darla grinned. "You get your suit and tell your brother and your--parents, if you'd like."

Liam's smile dropped. "I'll owl my mum," he said.

Darla touched his cheek. "Whatever you want, Liam." He kissed her cheek and went to send owls.

"Drew!" Darla called out. "Drew!"

Her twin appeared in the doorway. "What's up?"

Darla looked at her. "We have a very important client who has decided to move up her wedding date."

Drew groaned. "Not that blonde--"

Darla shook her head. "Merlin, no. Not her. It's this pretty redhead who's marring a gorgeous healer..."

Drew gaped at her. "You and Liam?”

Darla nodded. "Tonight."

"Are you KIDDING me?" Drew asked.

"I know it's crazy and spontaneous and completely unlike me, but we just figured why wait?" Darla asked.

Drew shook her head but smiled. "What were you thinking? Where do you want to do this?"

"Las Vegas," Darla replied with a grin.

"So cliché," Drew began to laugh. "All right, what do you want me to do?"

"Tell Josh, Jon, Maddie and RJ," Darla said. "And I'll tell Mum and Dad. And help me get ready."

"Okay," Drew squeezed her hand.

"I'm getting mar-ried!" Darla squealed.

Drew laughed. "The sooner the better?"

"Mummy!" Rafe exclaimed coming out of the playroom with Ellie.

"Hi sweetheart," Darla said. "Guess what?"

"What?" Rafe asked looking up at her.

"Me and Liam are getting married tonight," Darla told him. "So we need you to be ready to leave soon okay?"

Ellie clapped her little hands together. "Wedding!"

"When, Mummy?" Rafe asked.

"I'm not sure exactly, but soon," Darla said kneeling down.

"I have to wear the suit?" he asked.

"Just for a little while," Darla promised.

"Okay," Rafe smiled at her.

Darla hugged him. "That's my boy."

"Do you get to wear a pretty dress?" Ellie asked her.

Darla nodded. "I do."

"I love pretty dresses," Ellie said happily.

"You sound just like my Chloe," Drew said.

"What about me?" Chloe asked, coming into the room.

"We like pretty dresses," Ellie said.

"I hate when dresses get dirty," Chloe replied.

Rafe held up his hand. "Like my hands!"

"Eww!" Chloe squealed.

Drew stood in between them. "Okay, okay. No time for this. We have a wedding to plan!"

"Right," Darla nodded. "I've got to get my dress ready. Liam's going to tell his mum and his brother, and Drew, after you tell everyone else, can you help me find a chapel in Vegas?"

"Absolutely," Drew promised.

"Great," Darla said. "I'm going to pop back home to get the dress."

Meanwhile, Liam was just entering his family home. He had Flooed over hoping not to run into his father. But there was no such luck. His mother and father were just sitting down for dinner. Fiona looked at him. "Liam! What a nice surprise!"

Liam didn't look at his father. "Mum, can I have a word in private?"

"Of course," Fiona said, worry etched across her features. "Is something wrong?"

"Not a thing," Liam said.

Fiona led the way into the sitting room. "Liam..."

"I'm getting married tonight," Liam said. "Probably in a few hours. Darla and I decided to elope in Vegas."

Fiona's eyes grew large. "What---tonight?"

He nodded. "Will you and Connor come?"

Fiona smiled. "Of course! I'd---I'd be happy to be there! Oh, Liam!"

Liam smiled. "I'll have Connor come by for you when it's time to go."

"Go where?" Liam's father barked.

"Don't worry about it," Liam said icily. "You aren't invited."

Thomas glared at him and Fiona moved to stand in between them. "Tom, Liam's getting married tonight...and I'm going."

"You are not," Thomas stated.

Fiona looked defiantly at him. "Yes. I. Am. I'm not going to miss my son's wedding."

"If I'm not going anywhere--" Thomas began.

Liam shook his head. "You're unbelievable."

Thomas sneered at him and launched forward, almost losing his balance.

"Thomas!" Fiona exclaimed in horror.

"You are sick," Liam said to his father.

"Dinner's ready," Fiona said to him. "You can eat dinner and listen to the Wireless and I will be home AFTER I see my son get married."

Liam was surprised. His mother had never stood up to his father like this.

Thomas sank into his chair and put his head in his hands. Fiona turned her attention back to Liam. She put her hand on his cheek. "I'm so happy for you and I would not miss this for the world."

"Thanks," he said gratefully.

Liam gave her a hug. "I'll have Conor pick you up soon, Mum."

"I'll be ready," Fiona promised.

Liam grabbed a handful of Floo powder and tossed it into the fireplace. Within a few minutes, he was back at the beach house and found the house a flurry of activity.

"There's the lucky groom," Jon said. "We already told you if you hurt her you die, right?"

Maddie elbowed him. "Jonathan..."

"I got that one already, from all of you," Liam pointed out.

Drew came downstairs carrying a clipboard. "What are you lot standing around for? We have a portkey activating in ten minutes. I expect you all to be dressed and ready." She turned her attention to Liam. "And you! You need to get in your suit and do not forget the ring!"

"Yes ma'am," he saluted.

"Since when do we listen to her?" Jon asked Josh.

"Since now!" Drew barked.

Jon nearly jumped out of his skin. "Merlin's beard, Drew!"

Drew smiled at him.

"Scary," Jon muttered before heading upstairs.

"Get moving," Drew ordered Maddie. "You have to get the flowers."

Maddie nodded. "I'm on it."

Drew headed upstairs to see her sister.

“You look lovely," she told Darla.

"Thanks to you," Darla smiled.

"This is your special day," Drew said. "Your last one... I hope."

"It will be," Darla said. "He makes me so happy and he's good for Rafe."

"He is good to Rafe," Drew agreed as she zipped Darla's dress up the back.

There was a knock on the door and Luna stepped inside. "Oh, Darla!"

"How do I look?" Darla turned around.

"Beautiful," Luna said softly.

Darla grinned. "How's Liam?"

"He's getting ready," Luna said. "And your father is helping with Rafe."

"Great," Darla replied. "I'm nearly ready."

"Can I do anything?" Luna asked.

Darla shook her head. "I'm all set for this."

Luna smiled. "Okay, then."

"I've got the chapel set up and Maddie should be back in just a few minutes with some flowers," Drew said.

Darla nodded. She could not believe this was actually happening. By the end of the night, she would be married.

She momentarily thought of her first wedding, how handsome Hans had looked waiting for her at the end of the aisle. She had been so hopeful and happy then. Darla was happy that she and Hans had managed to stay friends despite the divorce and everything that had happened before it.

She hoped that he would be happy for her when he found out about this. Though he and Liam were not best mates by any stretch of the imagination, they were cordial with each other.

"Mummy," Rafe knocked on the door. "I'm ready!"

Drew opened the door and Darla grinned when she saw her son. He was wearing his suit and he looked so handsome.

"Ellie wants to go too," Rafe's face was turned up in a slight scowl.

"She can't miss her Aunt Ashley's going away dinner," Darla said.

"It's fine with me," Rafe replied.

"We can bring her back a piece of cake," Darla promised.

Rafe smiled. "She'll like that."

Darla took his hand. "You ready?"

"Liam's ready too," Rafe nodded.

Darla shared a look with her sister. "Let's go."

She followed Drew downstairs and her face lit up as she saw her fiancé. He looked so, so handsome in his suit.

"He's speechless," Drew whispered in her ear. "That's always a good sign."

"I think I am too," Darla replied.

"Portkey time," Drew said picking up one of Ron's trainers.

Liam reached over and wove his fingers with Darla's. "Mum and Connor are meeting us there. Drew sent them a portkey as well." Darla knew how much having his mother there meant to him.

"Let's GO," Drew said. "The chapel will only hold our spot for a half hour."

Somehow, they managed to arrive in Las Vegas without incident. "Okay," Drew began giving orders. "Jon, Josh, Maddie, RJ, you go wait with Mum in the chapel with Fiona and Connor. Dad, you stay with us."

Darla linked her arm in Ron's. "I'm sorry you're missing out on the barbecue, Dad."

"That's all right sweetheart," Ron said. "I wouldn't miss this for all the food in the world."

Darla beamed at him. "Thanks, Daddy."

"Okay," Drew handed her sister a bouquet. "Liam's waiting for you... are you ready?"

Darla nodded. "Yes."

"I go first, right?" Rafe asked.

Drew knelt down. "Just walk slow toward Liam."

"Okay," Rafe said, hugging his mother tight around the middle.

Darla felt tears welling up in her eyes. "You want this, too, right? I just want to make sure that you want this."

Rafe nodded. "He loves us a lot."

Darla smiled and touched his cheek. She was so proud of her son. She turned him toward the direction of the altar and he looked down at his feet as he slowly made his way up the aisle.

Liam smiled at his soon to be stepson as Rafe proudly took his place next to him. "Good job," he whispered.

Rafe beamed at him. "Mummy's coming."

They looked up at the same time to see Darla heading down the aisle on Ron's arm. Darla's eyes met Liam and she felt her heart swell. She reached the two of them and released Ron's arm to take Liam's.

"Hi," Darla said softly. Liam smiled at her as they turned to face the priest. It was not the wedding that they had planned, but it was perfect just the same.

*** *** ***

*** *** ***

Harry had been back at work exactly five hours, thirty four minutes and seven seconds, and it was already proving to be the longest day of his life. Josie had apparently led three raids while he had been on holiday with his family and she was touting this to everyone who would listen.

"Then," Josie continued. "We captured three rogue Death Eaters. And I found out later that it was the shortest raid in existence."

"Harry had the old record," one of the other Aurors said looking over at him. "Josie beat you by three minutes, mate."

"Isn't that something," Harry managed to keep his tone from being completely sarcastic.

"Oh," Josie said patting his arm. "You know, some of us are still stuck in that archaic way of doing things..."

"I do what works," Harry said evenly.

Josie let out a little laugh. "Obviously..."

"Harry's always been one of our best and most faithful Aurors here," Neville said. "And that's not going to change."

"I just wanted the two of you to know that I held things down while you were on your holiday," Josie said grabbing some files from her desk.

Harry and Neville exchanged looks and Neville shook his head slightly.

The office cleared out, leaving Harry and Josephine alone. Harry still remembered the anger he felt when he walked into his office to find her sitting behind his desk. She had claimed to be looking for another file, but Harry knew better. She was snooping.

"Hard to get back into things, isn't it?" she asked conversationally.

"It's fine," he muttered.

Josie smiled. "All that time away..."

"Do you have a problem with it?" Harry snapped.

"Of course not," Josie replied smoothly.

"Then mind your own business," Harry responded coldly. Josie returned her attention to her files but wore a smug expression on her face. Harry silently scolded himself for losing his cool with her yet again. Every time she remained calm and his temper flared it just made him look worse.

There was a knock on the door and the two of them looked up from their respective work to see Lupin in the doorway. "Hello sir," Josie said quickly. "What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to say hello to Harry," Lupin said.

Harry resisted the urge to grin. "It's good to be back."

"Good to have you back," Lupin said smiling at him. "We missed you around here."

"Thank you," Harry replied. "I'm looking forward to the next raid."

"We're going to meet about that in a couple of hours," Lupin told him. "Josie has some Intel..."

"I'm ready to go now," Josie piped in.

Lupin smiled. "That's great. Harry?"

"I'm ready to lead," Harry told him.

Lupin grinned. "Well, let's go into the meeting room. I'll get Neville."

Harry got up from his desk and followed his mentor down the corridor.

Josie followed behind him, still wearing that smug expression on her face.

He hoped that she wouldn't be allowed on this missions seeing as she had completed three others. He wanted a chance to prove that he could hold his own.

"You sure you don't want your wife in here?" Josie asked, nudging him. "Kind of bring home the fact that you're the minister's husband. Ooooh...I know, we'll bring up the fact that you killed good, old Voldie..."

Harry sent her a dirty look. "Bet you wish you'd done that, don't you?"

"THAT was years ago," Josie shot back. "You can't fall back on that forever."

"I never have," Harry told her.

"Right," Josie said smiling sweetly at him as she breezed into the meeting room.

Harry narrowed his eyes as he went in and sat next to Neville in front of Lupin's chair.
"We all know that there is still a group of rogue Death Eaters," Lupin began. "In the last couple of weeks, under the lead of Josephine here, we were able to catch quite a few of them."

"I'll get the rest," Josie said. "Don't worry."

"I think we're going to let Harry lead this next one," Lupin said.

"Thank you sir," Harry didn't need to turn around to know that Josie would be seething at this news.

"Sir," Josie said. "I--I was the one that gathered all the Intel. I really feel that I am more qualified to lead this raid."

"I understand," Lupin said. "But Harry has never led us astray."

"But--" Josie started to protest.

"Harry will lead this raid," Lupin repeated firmly.

"Whatever you think is best," Josie said quietly.

"Neville, you'll be second in command," Lupin said. "Get your group together."

Neville nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Harry, go get yourself ready for the mission and pick your team," Lupin ordered.

Harry knew exactly the people he wanted on his team and Josephine was not one of them. At the moment, he did not put it past her to sabotage the mission to make herself look better. "So I'm not going on this mission?" Josie was asking Lupin as Harry left the room.

"You've already led three," Harry heard Lupin say.

"I know but--" she began.

This time, Harry wore a smug expression as he looked back into the room. Josie caught him and Harry was momentarily surprised at the look of hatred that crossed her face. Turnabout was fair play, Harry thought to himself. He gathered his team- including Ethan, Justin and his old trainee Natalie and brought them back to Lupin.

"Excellent choices," Lupin said. He looked at Josie. "You can brief the team, Josephine."

Harry noted that Josie looked none too enthusiastic as she told them the hideout location and characteristics of the people they would be looking to bring in.

"We'll prepare to leave in ten minutes," Harry told his group.

"We'll follow and go in from behind," Neville told his team. "Meet up in the middle and surround the Death Eaters." Josie reluctantly handed Harry the map she had painstakingly created. The look she shot him was one of pure hatred.

"Hm," Harry said. "This might be of help."

"You know this is completely unfair," she hissed, in a voice low enough so only he would hear.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Harry said. Josie glared at him. "I'll let you know if this is useful," Harry crumpled the map in his hand.

"I can't wait," Josie said sarcastically.

Harry pushed past her to his team. "Let's go." He could feel Josie's eyes on him as he led the way.

"Dad this is brilliant," Ethan said. "I can't wait to get this group." Harry nodded. It would be nice to get back to work by pulling off this raid.

Harry used his wand to duplicate the map and he handed copies to each of the team members.

"Memorize the whereabouts of the Death Eaters and then destroy these," he said. Harry studied the map and decided the best course of action would be to break up in teams of two.

"Ethan," he said. "You take your team around to this side, while Neville comes around from behind. I'll go in the front."

Ethan nodded. He knew how important this mission was for his father and he was not going to let him down.

"Let's go," Neville motioned to Harry and the group Apparated out.

They arrived in the woods just outside the small village where the Death Eaters were camped out. "Quiet," Harry ordered them. "Split up, now."

Harry could not shake the feeling that something was not quite right here.

"Sir?" one of his team members asked. "Are we to move in?"

Harry was about to answer when the house before them suddenly burst into flames.
"Shit!" Harry said. "Get back!"

The adjacent homes also burst into flames and Neville drew his wand. "What the hell?"

"Get down now!" Harry said as a spell shot out towards them. He deflected it and sent one of his own.

Ethan covered Natalie as she made a break for the woods. Harry and his team went on the offence while Neville and his team approached the house. Harry felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he steadied his wand, ready to defend his team. He could not shake the feeling that the Death Eaters had been tipped off to their arrival. He wondered if Josie would go low enough to do something like that.

"There's no one here!" Ethan cursed.

"Everyone retreat!" Harry barked.

Harry knew without a doubt that someone had tipped them off and they had burned the houses to destroy any evidence.

He saw a flash of clothing to his right and pointed his wand. "Stupefy!" he shouted.

The woman stopped in her tracks.

Harry used a spell to bind her arms and legs together. "We'll take her back with us," he said.

"You want me to comb the area to see if there's any evidence?" Ethan asked.

Harry nodded. "Be on your best guard. Who knows how many of them there are now."

Natalie and Justin stayed behind with Ethan while Neville and Harry took the woman back to Auror Headquarters. "I can't believe this," Neville said. "They had us pegged."

Harry was positively seething. Though he had no concrete proof, he was certain Josie was behind this. "You don't think she'd sent us into the lion's den do you?" Neville voiced his thoughts.

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, but I sure as hell am going to find out."

Harry called for Lupin to come to one of the interrogation rooms as he hauled the woman up into a chair.

"Who are you?" Harry asked her point-blank.

"I don't have to tell you anything," the woman spat hatefully.

"You see," Harry said sitting down across from her. "That's where you're wrong."

"Harry," Lupin hurried into the room. "What's happened?"

"It was a bust," Harry said to him. He motioned to the female Death Eater. "Well, except for her."

"Get some Veritaserum," Lupin ordered.

"I'll get it," Josie offered. Harry looked over at her, wondering when she had arrived.

"An extra strong dose," Lupin said.

"Yes, sir," Josie said, nodding at him. "Coming right up."

Harry glared at the other woman. "Lupin, I need a word with you in private when we're done here. Things were really messed up tonight."

"Of course," Lupin said solemnly.

Josie turned and looked back at Harry. "Something wrong with my map?"

Harry glared at her. "Do you mind? I'm trying to do an interrogation."

"This should have been mine," Josie hissed at him so Lupin wouldn't over hear. "I don't know how you managed to goof it up--"

Harry let out a sarcastic laugh. "Oh, that's rich. I goofed it up."

"Potter." Lupin spoke sharply. "Hilson."

Neville sighed. "I'll get the Veritaserum and I'll do the interrogation."

"Like hell," Harry snapped.

"Longbottom's right," Lupin said firmly. "Hilson. Potter. My office. Now."

Josie and Harry glared at each other. "Now!" Lupin ordered. Harry pushed past her and stalked into Lupin's office.

When they were alone, Lupin demanded they sit and give him answers. Josie opened her mouth to respond, but Harry beat her to the punch. "She gave us a map that led us to an area where we were nearly ambushed," Harry reported.

Josie glared at him. "How dare you accuse me of sabotaging your mission!"

"Because you fucking DID!" Harry roared.

"Harry!" Lupin warned.

"She's been trying to sabotage me since she came here," Harry snapped.

"I could care less about you," Josie said. "I'm here to protect the people of the magical world not to bolster your fragile ego."

Harry almost lunged towards her and hit the other woman but Lupin gave him a warning look. "Look," Harry said trying to keep his emotions in check. "The lives of my team were in danger today. I don't take that lightly, Hilson."

"I wouldn't do anything to sabotage a mission, Potter." Josie said icily.

"Unless I'm leading it,' Harry shot back.

"That's NOT TRUE!" Josie was losing her temper fast.

"Why do you think Josephine sabotaged your mission, Harry?" Lupin asked.

"She gave me this map," Harry tossed the crumpled parchment onto the desk. "And it was supposed to reveal the locations of Death Eaters. Instead we walked into a trap!"

"Are you insinuating that I tipped them off?" Josie asked incredulously.

"Would you?" Harry asked pointedly.

"Remus," Josie said looking at the older man. "I'm not going to dignify his question with a response. I think my record speaks for itself."

"Harry this is an awfully serious accusation," Lupin said.

"He just can't stand it that I've beaten his record," Josie said glaring at Harry.

"This isn't school," Lupin said sternly.

Harry looked pointedly at Josie.

"I'm putting both of you on warning," Lupin said. "This behaviour is childish."

"I'm sorry, sir," Josie said quietly.

Harry glared at both of them.

"I think it's best if you both leave for the day," Lupin said. "Neville will handle the interrogation and file the paperwork."

"But I brought her in!" Harry exclaimed.

Lupin folded his arms and levelled his gaze. "Are you questioning my authority, Harry?"

"No," Harry muttered.

"I'll see you both tomorrow," Lupin said firmly. Harry shoved back his chair and left Lupin's office.

He was practically seeing red as he stalked out of headquarters. His first day back and he was being sent home like some spoiled toddler.

It was all that damn Josie's fault too," he thought angrily.

She acted all innocent but he knew she was playing all of them. Harry would not have taken this so personally if she had not jeopardized the team. Someone could have died or been seriously hurt.

Still fuming, Harry arrived back at the mansion and sought out his wife. In the state he was in, the only one who could possibly calm him down would be Hermione.

She was in her home office, just finishing up a stack of paperwork. "You're home early--" she began but stopped when she saw her husband's face.

"Harry?" Hermione asked, noticing the soot and ash on his clothes and face. "What's happened?"

"That bloody woman," Harry snapped. "She's made a fool out of me and my team!"

Hermione stood up and walked across the room to him. "Josephine?"

"Who else?" Harry asked.

Hermione led him over to the sofa, but he shook her off. He did not want to sit down.

"She sabotaged my mission," Harry ranted. "She wants me to fail so she can win the position."

Hermione looked at him. "Are you sure? From what I've seen of her records, she doesn't seem the type to sabotage..."
"I know what she did!" Harry said angrily.
Hermione held up her hand. "I'm sorry. I wasn't there. Just tell me what happened."

Harry detailed the events of the day to his wife, finishing with Lupin's dismissal of the two of them.

Hermione shook her head as Harry finished. From what he said, Josie's sabotage seemed like a definite possibility.

"If this is proven true then it will have a real effect on her position here," Hermione said.

"I would never do this to another Auror," Harry said, still fuming. "She put the lives of everyone on that mission in jeopardy."

"Did everyone get out safely?" Hermione asked. "Was Ethan there? Is he all right?"

Harry nodded. "We're fine. Ethan stayed behind to help collect evidence." Hermione relaxed and nodded. Harry finally sat down and put his head in his hands.

"Hey," Hermione put her hand on his shoulder. "Lupin knows how good you are."

Harry nodded. "I know."

Hermione moved closer to him on the sofa. "I think you're a shoo in, and I'm not just saying that because I have a vote in the matter. Everyone knows how good you are at what you do."

Harry reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Just trust me," she said softly.

"What would I do without you?" Harry asked finally offering her a grin.

"Go completely crazy," she said. "You do have such a temper."

"I'm not THAT bad," Harry said nudging her.

"It's where Saffy gets it from," Hermione pointed out.

Harry chuckled. "That's why everyone's so scared of her."

"We did make some formidable children," Hermione said with a grin.

"That we did," Harry agreed. "Merlin, I'm a mess."

"Go clean up," Hermione said. "I'll make some tea."

Harry gave her a kiss. "Thanks."

"Chin up," Hermione said. "It shouldn’t' be much longer."

"And hopefully she'll be out of my hair," Harry said.

"If you're in charge you won't have to keep her," Hermione called back. Harry nodded. He would gladly send her back to Australia.

"I'll have the tea ready in a few minutes," she said.
Harry nodded and with a sigh headed upstairs to take a quick shower. Hermione busied herself with the tea, wondering if it was time to bring Lupin in and start questioning him about the candidates.

She hated seeing her husband tense like this and she knew he was probably upstairs questioning his decision to go on holiday at such a critical point. She would have to reassure him that no matter what Josephine did, the Wizengamot would be looking at the whole picture not just recent activity. She just hoped that Josephine was not deliberately sabotaging missions just to make herself look better. Harry was right---people's lives were at stake.

Harry came down about 10 minutes later looking a bit more refreshed and a lot cleaner.

"Feeling better?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"You smell really good," Hermione said pecking him on the cheek before handing him a cup of tea.

"Only the best for you," Harry replied.

They sat down at the table and Hermione studied him. He was still preoccupied but his demeanour had improved. She set her cup down and stood up. Coming up behind him, she started massaging his shoulders.

"It's been awhile since you've given me a massage," Harry said.

"I used to do it all the time when you were in training," Hermione recalled.

"Those easy days," Harry said.

"You definitely were not as tense," Hermione said moving her hands over his shoulders.

"Thackeray," Harry recalled. "That giant arse."

"You made it through that ordeal and you'll make it through this," Hermione encouraged.

"You're right," he nodded, closing his eyes.

"Just. Relax," Hermione said soothingly.

"I will," Harry promised.

Hermione kissed the top of his head. "I love you."

"Love you too," he answered. "Thanks for calming me down."

"That's what I am here for," Hermione said.

*** *** ***

It was nearly two in the morning and the diner was nearly empty save for Gabriel in his usual booth at the back and a couple of nurses eating a late dinner at the counter. Gabriel had a big exam tomorrow morning and although he was tired, he knew he had to keep studying. Sleep would be great right now, but it would not help him pass the exam. Absently, he ran a hand through his hair just as Stephanie set a plate of muffins before him.

"I didn't order these," he said.

"Of course you didn't," Stephanie said with a grin. "I just made them and I need a guinea pig. Let me know what you think."

"Hmmm..." Gabriel said. "Am I risking certain death by biting into one of these?"

"Very funny," Stephanie said glaring at him. "Eat."

He unwrapped one and bit into it. "These are great, Steph."

"You really think so?" Stephanie asked, sitting down. "I mean, you're not just saying that because you're exhausted and can barely think straight?"

"Thanks to that strong coffee, I'm more than awake," Gabriel said with a grin.

"My boss is letting me try out some recipes," Stephanie said grinning at him. "It's not much...but it's a start."

"Seems as if you're a natural," Gabriel told her. "They're fantastic."

Stephanie blushed. "Thanks."

"How's the wrist?" he asked her.

Stephanie held out her arm. "See for yourself."

He applied a slight bit of pressure to it. "Seems like it healed up well. I'm glad."

Stephanie smiled. "Well, you see I had this really great doctor..."

"Almost doctor," Gabriel joked.

Stephanie laughed. "This really great 'almost' doctor then."

"Everything's going okay for you then?" Gabriel turned serious. "With Tony?"

Stephanie's smile faltered a bit at the mention of her boyfriend. But, thankfully, he was out of town and she had enjoyed a little freedom these last couple of days. But, he insisted she text or call him every two hours to keep tabs on her. "Good," Stephanie said with a shrug.

"Is he still hurting you?" Gabriel asked point blank.

"He never hurt me," Stephanie said looking down at the table. The lies came so easily now.

"Steph you can't lie about this," Gabriel told her. "We already had this talk."
"You should have another muffin," Stephanie said pushing the plate toward him.

"I just want to help you;" Gabriel ignored the muffins.

"I know," Stephanie said reaching over and patting his arm. "You're amazing, Gabe."

"I can help you leave him," Gabriel told her.

Stephanie looked over at him. "Gabe..."

"You deserve better than him, Steph." Gabriel told her. "You know it."

"He's been very good to me," Stephanie said softly.

"How?" Gabriel was confused. "He hits you. He broke your wrist!"

Stephanie looked at him. She had never told anyone the truth. "Well, my father walked out on my mother when I was really young. For the longest time, it was just my mom and me. She did the best she could, but she was more interested in having a good time than raising a daughter. I took care of her more than the other way around."

"I never knew that," Gabriel said quietly. "What happened?"

"Well, she kicked me out when her new boyfriend did not want me around," Stephanie said, tears welling up in her eyes. "So, I came here to Los Angeles. Tony was the first person I ever met here. He---he took me in and gave me a place to stay."

"That doesn't give him the right to hurt you," Gabriel argued.

Stephanie opened her mouth to respond when Melanie plopped down beside Gabriel, interrupting the moment.

"I thought I'd find you here," she ignored Stephanie and leaned over to kiss him. Gabriel did not respond, momentarily angry at Melanie for interrupting this moment. He had nearly broken through to Stephanie.

"I'm starved," Melanie didn't notice his expression. "I hope they have something fresh here at this time of night. I hate those fattening foods..."

Stephanie stood up. "What can I get you?"

"A mixed greens salad," Melanie said dismissively. "And don't cover it in dressing- put that on the side."

"Sure," Stephanie said. "And to drink?"

"Ice water." Melanie turned to look at Gabriel. "You will not believe this patient I just had."

Stephanie shared a look with Gabriel before turning for the kitchen. He half listening to what Melanie was saying, only feigning interest by nodding and making noises at the appropriate times. Suddenly he realised she was asking him a question. "What?"

"I asked if you were ready for the big Biochem exam tomorrow," Melanie said nudging him.

"I hope so," he replied. "I feel like it's burned into my brain."

Melanie pulled her book out of her bag. "What's got you so preoccupied?"

"Just the test," he lied.

Melanie's nose wrinkled in disgust as she looked at the plate of muffins. "Eww."

"Those are amazing," Gabriel said. "You should try one."

"No, thank you," she said. "Those are loaded with fat and calories."
"Sometimes a little fat and calories are good for you," he said.

"Well, maybe if I can work it off," Melanie said winking at him.

He smiled at her. "Anything else happen tonight?"

Melanie started to tell him about an attending that they both disliked. Gabriel tried to listen to Melanie, but in actuality, all he wanted to do was go back to the kitchen and talk to Stephanie.

"Gabe," Melanie waved a hand in front of his face. "Are you in there?"

"Sorry," Gabriel said, giving her an apologetic look. "I'm not the best company tonight, Mel."

"I guess I can understand," she said. "I was studying for that damn test in between patients."

Stephanie placed the salad and water before Melanie. She took the plate of muffins. "I'll box these up for you, Gabe. So, you can have something for the morning."

"Thanks," he told her. "I'll be right back." Melanie slid out of the booth and moved to the other side so Gabriel could head for the bathroom.

Melanie glared at Stephanie as the waitress picked up the plate of muffins. "Do you make it a habit of sitting down with your customers, Sally?" Melanie asked her point-blank.

"I beg your pardon?" Stephanie asked.

"Can the innocent act," Melanie hissed at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about--" Stephanie began.

Melanie rolled her eyes. "I know what you're trying to do, but it won't work. He's my boyfriend, not yours. Besides, what would he want with a nobody like you. Free coffee?"

"Gabriel and I are just friends," Stephanie said in a controlled voice. "I live with my boyfriend."

"Maybe you should remind yourself of that," Melanie said sarcastically.

Stephanie stared at the other girl and felt herself growing angry. "I've never made a move on Gabriel," she said tightly. "And you have no reason to speak to me like this."

"Go away," Melanie said dismissively. "We're done."

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Bitch," she muttered to herself as she turned to walk away.

"Steph?" Gabriel called out, but she just held up her hand and hurried to the kitchen.

"What's the matter with her?" Gabriel asked, sliding back into the booth.

"Who cares," Melanie replied, putting her napkin on her lap. "She's just a nothing little waitress."

Gabriel stared at her for a long moment. "My mother was just a waitress too."

Melanie silently cursed herself for that slip of the tongue. "I didn't mean that as it came out..."

"She's working an honest living, and I find that respectable," Gabriel said coolly.

"Of course," Melanie said hastily.

He couldn't help but feel that he'd just seen a very different side to Melanie that he hadn't known existed.

"And I'm sure she works very hard," Melanie said. "I couldn't do this."

"It's a tougher job than people realise," Gabriel relaxed a bit. "My mother was on her feet all the time."

"I guess I didn't realise given who your father is," Melanie said.

"He met her at the restaurant she worked at," Gabriel said.

"Oh," Melanie said, hoping this was not a case of like father, like son.

"So maybe you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Mel," Gabriel said. "You have no idea what someone like her is going through."

"I'll keep that in mind," Melanie pasted a smile onto her face.

Gabriel nodded. "Let's---let's go over the notes from Chapter Ten..."

"We'd both better pass this exam with flying colours," Melanie said, grabbing a fork for her salad.

In the kitchen, Stephanie peered out the small window. She could not believe Gabriel was dating someone like her. He thought she could do better? Well, the same applied to him.

She took the box with his muffins and also grabbed the coffeepot to refill his cup. At least now he'd stop bugging her about Tony.

She should never have told Gabriel about her past. She did not know why she had. He was just so easy to talk to. He always had been. She sighed as she watched him bend his head over his textbook. She had to admit she did care about him. He'd been there for her several times when she needed help. If only things were different, Stephanie thought.

She heard a peal of laughter and looked out to see Gabriel and Melanie apparently laughing at something in their textbooks. Stephanie shook her head. How blind could Gabriel be?

*** *** ***

Ashley was two weeks into her trip, and they had just left Cairo and had headed into Rome. She and Brittany were keeping in touch and found out they would be in the city at the same time and were looking forward to seeing one another. Ashley had actually just checked into her hotel and hurried to meet her best friend at the Trevi Fountain.

"Brit!" she squealed upon seeing the brunette.

Brittany turned and her face broke into a wide smile when she saw her best friend. "Ash!"

Ashley hugged her tightly. "I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too!" Brittany exclaimed. "Look at you!"

"How about you?" Ashley said. "You look like a rock and roller!"

"Well, I've only been doing this for about a week," Brittany said beaming at her. "But, I love it so far! In fact, the boys are appearing on an Italian television show tomorrow afternoon and I get to choose their outfits!"

"I bet they'll look fantastic," Ashley said loyally. "I love your purple streaks."

Brittany grinned. "Thanks! I sent a photo home and Zander said--"

"I don't want to hear about Zander," Ashley shook her head. "Not even his name."

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Ash---"

"I don't," Ashley interrupted.

"You two are driving me crazy," Brittany said, grabbing her friend by the arm. "He says the same thing about you."

"I don't care," Ashley said resolutely.

Brittany sat down on a bench and motioned for Ashley to do the same. Ashley reluctantly did so. "So," Brittany said. "I guess you wouldn't care that he accepted an internship for the London Philharmonic..."

Ashley bit her lower lip. She did care. She was happy that Zander was pursuing his dream of being a composer.

"He had to play an original composition to get in," Brittany said. "Do you know what got him in?"

"My song," Ashley said softly.

Brittany nodded. "The one and only."

"Look," Ashley shook her head. "I don't want to spoil our visit talking about Zander."

"He loves you, Ashley," Brittany argued.

"Then he wouldn't have slammed the door in my face," Ashley snapped.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "The reason he did that was because---"

"Stop," Ashley told her. "Don't matchmake."

Brittany held up her hands. "Fine."

"Thank you," Ashley said. "What do you want to do tonight?"

"Admire the scenery," Brittany said as two Italian blokes walked by.

Ashley laughed. "Same old Brit. What happened with Evan?"

"We are still together," Brittany said. "But, I can still browse."

"You're terrible," Ashley giggled.

Brittany grinned. "Well, tell me about how Egypt was."

"Oh it was gorgeous," Ashley said. "I can't believe the pyramids!"

"And how are the people you're travelling with?" Brittany asked.

"They're really cool," Ashley said. "I've made friends with a few of the girls, but none of them are like you."

Brittany giggled. "As if anyone could ever compare. I am one of a kind."

"Thankfully," Ashley laughed, tucking her arm into Brittany's.

Ashley told her best friend about some of the sights she had seen in Egypt as they walked. "The Sphinx is amazing," Ashley said. "I drew it from every angle possible."

Brittany looked at her friend. She could tell Ashley was enjoying her trip, but she could also tell that her friend was still hurting. Zander was the same way. She wanted to tell them how stubborn and stupid they were both being.

"Do you want to get some gelato?" Ashley asked, breaking Brittany out of her reverie.

"Sure," Brittany nodded. "That sounds delicious."

"My treat," Ashley said leading the way. They joined the queue. Brittany felt someone tap her on the shoulder. "Kevin! Blake! What are you guys doing here?" Brittany asked.

"We were headed to that bar across the street," Blake nodded his head. "Hey, Ash!"

Ashley smiled at Kevin's drummer. "Hi, Blake. Good to see you."

Kevin didn't smile as he looked at his ex girlfriend. "Hello, Ashley."

"Kevin," Ashley said, unable to meet his gaze.

"Awkward," Brittany muttered.

"Hey, Brit," Blake said taking her arm. "I wanted to ask you about the event tomorrow."

"Oh I was going to tell you my idea for you guys with your hair," Brittany said.

Ashley knew what they were trying to do, but she really wished they would stop. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with Kevin. She had hurt him deeply and she still felt guilty about that.

Kevin was having the same thoughts as he glared at Blake and Brittany. "Nice..." he muttered.

"That wasn't very subtle," Ashley finally said after Blake and Brittany had walked away.

"Not especially," Kevin looked up at her. "How... how's your trip?"

"Nice," Ashley said quietly. "And--and your tour?"

"It's good," Kevin said. "Brit's been great as our stylist so far."

Ashley smiled. "She's so happy."

He nodded. "Wish I could say the same." Ashley looked down unsure of what to say. "I'm sorry," Kevin apologised. "I shouldn't put you on the spot."

"I deserve it," Ashley said.

"No you don't," he told her.

Ashley looked up at him. "You're just being nice."

"I still care about you," he replied.

"I still care about you too," Ashley said. "I really meant it when I said I wanted to be friends."

"Are you sure you want to just be friends?" he blurted out.

Ashley watched as Kevin took her hand. "Kev..."

"I'll do anything you want," he told her. "I mean it." Ashley gave his hand a squeeze. "We could try again," Kevin said hopefully.

Ashley closed her eyes. She could so easily say yes, but that would not be fair to Kevin.

"Come on," he coaxed. "Give me one more chance."

"Kevin," Ashley said pulling her hand away.

"Where's Zander?" he asked her. "If you two are supposed to be together then why isn't he here?”

Ashley looked away.

"I love you," he said intently. Tears welled in her eyes. "I miss you," Kevin said. "And I can't stop thinking about you."

"I can't," Ashley said. He sighed and let go of her hand. "You deserve so much better than me," Ashley said to him.

"Can't I be the judge of that?" he asked.

Ashley shook her head. "It would be so easy to fall back into this."

"I do love you Kevin, “Ashley said.

"Then-" he began.

"But not in the way you want me to," Ashley interjected.

Kevin looked defeated. "I can't force you to have feelings for me..."

"You wouldn't be forcing me," Ashley said softly. "Kevin, you're so easy to love. But, it would not be fair to you to be with you when I have these feelings for Zander."

"You wouldn't be forcing me," Ashley said softly. "Kevin, you're so easy to love. But, it would not be fair to you to be with you when I have these feelings for Zander."

"I guess," he admitted reluctantly.

"I'm sorry," Ashley said genuinely.

"Like I said," Kevin replied. "I can't force you to have feelings for me."

Ashley was at a loss for what to say. Everything she was saying only seemed to hurt him more which was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I shouldn't be making you feel so bad," Kevin continued.

Ashley looked at him in disbelief. "I should be saying that."

"It'snot going to be easy for me to just be friends with you right now, but I'll try," he told her.

"I'd like that," Ashley said. "I really would."

"Of course, it helps that we probably won't see much of each other," Kevin attempted to joke.

Ashley smiled. "Kev..."

"I'll try," he smiled back at her.

"Me too," Ashley said. "In fact, I'd love to see you guys play."

"I'll get you tickets," he replied.

"Thanks," Ashley said.

Brittany and Blake came back over. "Did we miss anything?" she asked brightly.

"Just Ash shooting me down again," Kevin replied.

"You should hear the stuff he's written since you broke up with him," Blake said. "Bloody depressing-- ouch!"

Kevin had elbowed his friend and band mate hard in the ribs. "Shut it."

"Tactful," Brittany rolled her eyes.

"I'll leave tickets for you at the door," Kevin promised Ashley.

"Thanks," Ashley said. "I'll bring a few friends from my trip."

Kevin stepped forward and pecked her on the cheek. "I'll see you tonight."

"Great," Ashley smiled. "Brit, how about our gelato?"

Ashley watched Kevin go. She had nearly taken him up on his offer. But, those feelings for Zander were still there. No matter how far away she was, she still thought about him all the time. Hopefully, as time went on, she would get over him and put this behind her. But, she did not know if or when that would ever happen.

*** *** ***

In the sitting room of the Weasley house, Caroline and Katie giggled at the sight of Emma pacing in front of the fireplace. The three girls along with Jon, Allison, Adam and Emma were going to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies. Emma had gone loads of times before, but this would be the first time she'd be getting supplies for herself.

"MUMMY! DADDY!" Emma yelled running to the foot of the stairs. "LET'S GO!"

"You're too loud," Adam complained.

Emma glared at him. "We should just leave you at home!"

"Nope," Adam said smugly. "I'm too little."

Caroline came up behind her brother and tickled his side. "He's going to go and look at the Quidditch stuff with Daddy while we get our things. Right, Adam?"

"Right," Adam said. "Going to get a broom."

Jon came downstairs with Allison and Olivia. Emma looked at her mother. "Mummy, can we trade Adam in for another dog?"

"NO!" Adam shouted.

"Emma Madeline," Allison warned. "Be nice to your brother."

"Yeah," Adam said. "Or Snape will lock you in the dungeon at night."

"You don't even know Snape," Emma pointed out.

"I heard about him," Adam replied.

"Okay, okay," Allison said getting in between them. "Let's go and remember we're going to behave."

Emma checked to make sure her parents weren’t watching before sticking her tongue out at Adam.

"Dad--" Adam started to say.

"No more," Jon warned his son.

Adam folded his arms and stalked toward the fireplace. Katie and Caroline shared a look and broke into giggles.

"Come ON," Emma begged. "There's a cauldron with my name on it!"

Allison grinned and reached for her hand. "That's right, baby girl. Are you excited?"

"SO excited," Emma said happily.

Allison gave her hand a squeeze. "Let's go then. Katie, you and Caroline go first. Then, Emma, Livvie and I will follow. Jon and Adam will go last."

"Okay," Caroline grabbed for the Floo Powder.

"I wish they'd make this stuff so it wouldn't get soot all over you," Katie said stepping into the fireplace with her friend.

"Me too," Caroline wrinkled her nose at the smell.

"Diagon Alley!" Caroline exclaimed as she dropped the Floo Powder.

She and Katie were coughing as they headed out into the shop.

Katie dusted herself off and then helped Caroline. The rest of Caroline's family appeared.

Allison looked at the two older girls. "Do you want to go and get your books while we get Emma's wand?" she asked them.

Emma looked over at Adam with a devilish grin. "My wand..."

Adam rolled his eyes. "You can't use it on me, Em!"

"Want to bet?" she asked.

Caroline giggled. "Em, Adam's right. You'll be expelled if you use magic outside of school."

"See?" Adam asked. Emma just gave him her most mischievous look before taking her mother's hand again.

Katie linked her arm with Caroline's and led the way to the book shoppe. "Em's so cute," Katie said. "Poor Adam."

"He doesn't know what he's in for," Caroline replied.

Katie reached into her bag for her book list. She hated shopping for books and hoped they would finish up soon to check out the latest fashions in Lavender's boutique.

"I have a lot to get," Caroline said. "I may be a little while. Did you want to go ahead somewhere without me?"

"You and your books," Katie teased. "I'll just find mine and meet you over at the magazines, okay?"

"Okay," Caroline agreed.

Katie grabbed her list from her bag and headed upstairs. She started browsing, half heartedly picking out her books when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, Katie," Ruby Salinger, a fellow Slytherin said. "How were your hols?"

"Hi Ruby," Katie said. "Mine have been great."

Ruby motioned for two other girls from their year to join them. "Mine, too. Merlin, I can't believe we have to go back to school."

"I know," Katie rolled her eyes. "A perfectly good waste of time, for me."

"Well, you'll be too busy ruling Slytherin," Ruby said grinning at her.

"You bet I will," Katie agreed.

Caroline came around the corner. "Hey, Katie...I found that book that---oh..." Her voice trailed off as she saw her friend surrounded by her minions.

"Hey Caroline," Katie replied. "This is Ruby- she's with me in Slytherin. Ruby this is Caroline."

"I knew I smelled a Weasley," Ruby said disdainfully. Caroline's smile faltered.

"Nice dress," Ruby's friend snickered at Caroline's sundress. "Did you buy that at a second-hand shoppe or did one of your hundred siblings hand it down to you?"

"I helped her pick that out just yesterday," Katie cut in. "I happen to think it's cute."

It was hard to tell who was more surprised at Katie's comments---Caroline or the other Slytherin girls.

"Well..." Ruby's friend recovered. "I don't like it."

"Go away, Weasley," Ruby said turning her back on Caroline. "So, Katie, I was thinking---"

Katie glared at her. "I didn't say you could talk to my friends like that."

Ruby looked at her in disbelief. "You're serious?"

Katie raised an eyebrow. Ruby shook her head.

"Apologize," Katie told her. "Or you'll be exiled next year, Ruby. You'll be so far down the table even Filch's cat wouldn't want to eat with you."

"I will not," Ruby said indignantly.

"It's okay, Katie," Caroline said. "I don't need her apology."

"I wasn't going to give one," Ruby said haughtily. "A REAL Slytherin wouldn't be caught dead with a Weasley."

Katie laughed and looked at the other two girls. "Tessa? Paulina? Do you feel the same was as Ruby?"

"I uh..." Tessa looked a bit lost for words. "Um..."

Paulina stepped forward and extended her hand to Caroline. "I'm Paulina, by the way. That dress is really pretty. Brings out the colour in your eyes."

"Thanks," Caroline said, her tone surprised.

"Caroline is my best and oldest friend in the whole world," Katie announced. "And if I hear that any of you have done anything or said anything to make her feel bad, you'll have to answer to me. I think you know what happens when you cross me."

"We know," Paulina said quickly.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have some shopping to do," Katie said linking her arm with Caroline's.

Caroline looked at Katie in amazement. "You stood up for me to those Slytherins."

"Of course," Katie said with a shrug. "Why wouldn't I?"

Caroline just shrugged too.

"I should never have treated you like I did," Katie said. "I was probably ten times worse than that horrid Ruby. You didn't deserve that."

"It's not such a big deal anymore," Caroline replied.

"It is," Katie said. "I really missed being friends, Caroline. I think we got back a little of what we had before this summer. Don't you?"

"We sure did," Caroline agreed.

"So," Katie said nudging her. "If someone messes with you, they mess with me." Caroline laughed. "And I happen to think that dress looks fabulous on you," Katie said. "And not just because I picked it out for you."

"I like it a lot," Caroline said. "It was nice of you to help me with my wardrobe."

"Of course," Katie said smiling.

"So how are things with Bradley?" Caroline asked as they approached the queue to pay.

"Moving a little slower than I'd like," Katie said. She did not mention how much Bradley had talked about Caroline on their date.

"I'm sure once we're back at school you two will heat up a bit," Caroline told her.

"I certainly plan on it," Katie said. "In fact, could you do me a favour? Since you two are such good friends, could you put in a good word for me?"

"Um... sure." Caroline agreed a bit hesitantly. She wasn't sure why, but she felt strange about helping Katie out.

"Thanks," Katie beamed at her.

"No problem," Caroline put her stack of books on the counter. "Where should we go now?"

"Want to go see how Em's doing?" Katie asked.

"I'm sure she's already at the sweets shoppe," Caroline replied.

Katie laughed. "Em never changes."

"I hope she never does," Caroline said as she paid the clerk.

"She won't," Katie said, paying for her books.

Caroline studied her friend. Today, Katie had really surprised her. She had never in a million years thought Katie would stick up for her in front of her Slytherin friends.

*** *** ***

Harry found himself in yet another foul mood at work that day. This time Josephine had successfully managed to usurp him on a raid and was jubilantly listing everything that she'd done to apprehend the suspects.

"And after that," she continued. "They didn't have a chance. My stunning spell had them all."

"Excellent work, Josephine," Kingsley said, patting her on the back.

"Thank you," Josephine couldn't help but smirk at Harry.

"Easy," Neville said in a low voice to Harry. "You'll have your chance tomorrow."

"I better," Harry snapped. "I'm tired of this. When the hell are they going to make a decision?"

"Word is next week," Neville said.

"About time," Harry grumbled.

"Go home and get some rest," Neville said. He had already led a successful mission earlier that week. "Your big day is tomorrow."

"If she doesn't one up me again," Harry muttered.

"She's off tomorrow," Neville said. "Remember?"

Harry's mood brightened immediately. "That's the best news I've had all day."

Neville grinned. "Night, Harry."

Harry decided to go up and check in with his wife before leaving the Ministry. "Hey Sam," he said, walking into the office.

"Brace yourself," Sam said. "She's not in the best of moods."

"Did she have to deal with that Italian Minister again?" Harry grimaced.

Sam nodded. "All morning."

"Shit," Harry said. "Maybe--"

The door to Hermione's office opened and she stalked out of the room, muttering something as she threw a file on Samuel's desk.

"Hi sweetheart," Harry managed.

Hermione put her hand to her forehead. "Harry, now really isn't the best time."

"I just wanted to say I'm going home," Harry replied.

"Must be nice," Hermione muttered. "Samuel--can you get me something for a headache?"

"I'll get it," Harry said quickly. Samuel picked up the files and excused himself, leaving the couple alone.

"I swear," Hermione muttered. "This has just been the worst day..."

"Sam said you were with the Italian minister all morning," Harry said following his wife back into her office.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "That man is insufferable."

Harry quickly mixed the headache potion for her and carried it over to her. "Why do you let him get to you like that?"

"Why do you let Josephine get to you?" Hermione countered sharply. "Same thing."

"Fair point," Harry said, handing her the glass.

Hermione sighed. "Thanks..."

"Did you get any sleep last night?" Harry asked her. "I went to bed and you were still at work and when I woke up..."

"I never even left here," Hermione answered.

Harry looked at her in surprise. "Sweetheart..."

"There was just too much to do," Hermione replied.

"You need some rest," Harry told her.

"Once I get my work done, I'll rest," Hermione said firmly.

"Let's go home," Harry said. "This can all wait. You're no good to anyone like this."

"Did you not just hear me?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, but---"

"I have work to do," Hermione said. "I’ll be home when I'm done."

Harry sighed. "Fine."

Hermione shook her head and muttered something under her breath before turning back to another pile of papers.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"Nothing," she said testily. "I'll see you later."

Harry stood up. "You obviously had something to say. Say it to my face."

"I just said that you would never understand," she snapped. "You don't face the duties I face."

Harry stared at her for a moment. "I beg your pardon?"

"You don't have my job," Hermione said impatiently.

"If it's making you like this, perhaps you should retire," Harry said. "You've talked about it before."

Hermione glared at him. "I am NOT retiring."

"Why are you jumping down my throat?" Harry asked incredulously. "Pardon me for caring about you."

"Oh aren't you just a saint," Hermione said sarcastically.

"Run yourself ragged, Hermione," Harry said in a similar tone. "Stay up all hours. Do whatever you want. You always do."

"Thanks for your permission," Hermione snapped before turning away. Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione kept her back to her husband as she continued working on her budget.

"Oh, so now I get the silent treatment?" Harry asked incredulously. "How old are you, Hermione? Six?"

"I am BUSY," Hermione said angrily. "Just because it doesn't involve running around and casting spells doesn't make it any less important. In fact, my job is far more important than yours."

Harry folded his arms. "Oh, really?"

"If you can't handle the truth then don't ask for it," Hermione said shortly.

"Your job is more important than mine?" Harry asked incredulously. "You sit behind that desk and tell people what to do! I actually DO things."

"You follow my orders," Hermione countered.

"You have absolutely no idea what it's like for me," Harry told her. "I'm in charge of people's lives. I take that very seriously. I have since I was eleven---what? What is that smirk for?"

"Nothing you'd understand," Hermione waved him off.

"You can't dismiss me!" Harry yelled at her. "I'm not an underling, Hermione."

"Yes you are," she answered spitefully.

Harry glared at her.

"Goodbye," she said, putting an emphasis on the word bye.

"Yeah, goodbye," Harry said sarcastically. "I'm going to stay at a hotel tonight."

"Good for you," Hermione said.

Harry stalked out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Hermione felt momentarily bad for the things she'd said to her husband, but he hadn't been any better.

The nerve of him, she thought. Telling her she should retire. If anyone should retire, it was him. He was running himself ragged with this Chief Auror race and she had been there behind him all along, supporting him. But, he could not give her the same courtesy.

She threw her quill down and rubbed at her eyes. Things had been tense lately due to the Auror position and she could hardly wait to come to a final decision. She wondered how Harry would handle it if he was passed over. Neville and Josephine were just as capable as Harry.

Truth be told, Hermione thought Neville was the best one for the position.

Neville had the same amount of experience as Harry, but he was more level-headed for a position like this. Neville thought out his decisions and acted after careful consideration. Harry still wanted to act first and ask questions later. And Josephine seemed to be much the same way as Harry. Quick to jump in and figure out the details later.

There was a reason Lupin had been such a successful leader and out of all the candidates, Neville was the closest to Lupin in temperament and style. She reached for a blank piece of parchment and began to write her reasoning down for the Wizengamot to consider when they finalized their own decision.

It was different cooking for her family without Emma around, Allison mused as she made dinner. Her middle daughter had turned out to be an excellent cook and she loved learning all the recipes that Allison taught her.

"I'm hungry," Olivia said from the table.

"Nearly ready," Allison said looking over her shoulder. "Adam will you pour your sister some juice, please?"

"Okay," Adam said, reaching for Olivia’s glass.

Jon chuckled as he finished reading Emma's latest letter home. She had written nearly two pages on the foods she had eaten since her arrival. There wasn't a single mention of her classes.

"What's so funny?" Allison asked.

"Em's letter," Jon said folding it and setting it aside. "All about food."

"I miss Em," Olivia said.

Allison set the casserole dish down in the middle of the table. "I know, sweetheart. I do, too."

"I kind of do," Adam said.

Jon smiled at his son. "You do, buddy?"

'Don't tell her," Adam said quickly.

Jon laughed. "Your secret is safe with us, Adam."

"Why wouldn't you want Emma to know you miss her?" Allison asked her son.

Adam shrugged. "Because I told her I wouldn't."

"Adam!" Allison exclaimed, but she started laughing.

"She got on my nerves!" Adam exclaimed. "Always telling me what to do!"

"She's your older sister," Jon pointed out. "You try to tell Livvie what to do sometimes, do you not?"

Adam started to shake his head, but Olivia giggled. "He does, Daddy!" Olivia said before taking a sip of her juice.

"It's just little things," Adam mumbled.

Olivia smiled when Allison put a dish in front of her. "Smells yummy, Mummy!"

"Your favourite, sweetheart," Allison smoothed back Olivia's brown hair.

"Em's favourite too," Jon recalled. "In fact, she had in her letter that she wanted to make this for us when she comes back."

"Yummy," Olivia declared.

Allison smiled at Adam when she handed him a plate. "We can write to her and Caroline after dinner if you'd like."

"Okay," Adam nodded. "That would be fun."

"I want to draw a picture for them," Olivia said.

"We'll send it along," Allison promised.

"Maddie used to send Josh and me stuff all the time when we were at Hogwarts," Jon remembered. "We had to promise to hang up all her pictures."

"Did you?" Allison asked.

Jon nodded. "Of course. You don't cross Mad Dog."

"That's true," Allison nodded.

"Did Aunt Frankie send you stuff?" Adam asked his mother.
"Your aunt Frankie wrote to me and Chiaki to send HER stuff," Allison recalled. "Boys names and the like..."

Jon laughed. "Frankie...."

"Boys are yucky," Olivia said.

"Yes, they are," Jon said grinning at her. "You keep thinking that, sweetheart."

"Jonathan," Allison chastised.

Olivia giggled. "Daddy's in trouble."

"I'm always in trouble," Jon quipped.

"But we love you anyway," Allison said nudging him.

"We do, Daddy," Olivia nodded.

"Thank you, baby girl," Jon said. "I love you, too."

Adam was gobbling down his dinner. "I'm going to tell Em that this tastes better when you make it, Mummy."

"Adam," Allison laughed. "Thank you, but Em makes a good casserole too."

"Not as good as this one," he replied saucily.

Allison just shook her head. "Well, do you remember those peanut butter biscuits you liked so much?"

"Yeah," Adam nodded.

"Em made them," Allison said. "Because she knew they were your favourite."

Adam stopped eating. "She did?"

Allison nodded. "The ones you said were the best biscuits you'd ever eaten."

"I didn't know," Adam said.

"Well, now you do," Allison said. "She's a good cook."

"I guess," Adam agreed.

"Hard to admit when you're wrong, mate," Jon said with a grin.

"I'm done," Olivia said. "Can I go draw?"

"Sure," Allison said. "But after your dad and I finish in here, it's bath time."

Adam groaned. "Do I have to?"

"Yes," Allison said. "Unless you like being dirty and stinky..."

"Stinky Adam," Olivia sang.

"Shut it, Livvie," Adam said sliding out of his chair.

"Adam Jonathan," Jon said. "Don't talk to your sister that way!"

"Sorry," Adam muttered.

Olivia came back with a piece of parchment and her crayons.

Jon started clearing the table. "What are you going to draw, Liv?"

"Some biscuits," Olivia drew circles on the parchment.

"Em will love that," Jon said. "And what about for Caroline?"

"I don't know yet," Olivia said.

Jon patted her on the arm and carried the plates to the counter. He kissed his wife on the cheek. "Frankie really wrote to you for boys' names? "

"Three times a week," Allison replied.

"I take it your dad didn't know that," Jon said with a laugh.

"Of course not," Allison shook her head.

"At least she's settled down now," Jon said.

"Will tamed her down," Allison used magic to clean up the dishes.

"Like you did to me," Jon said.

"You were never too wild," Allison remarked.

Jon nudged her before using his wand to clean the dishes. Allison put the leftovers in the icebox. "I miss them, too," Allison said softly. "I'm really glad Em has Caroline there."

"Me too," Jon said.

"Our little free spirit," Allison said leaning against him.

"She's certainly one of a kind," Jon nodded. "This house isn't quite the same without her."
"Do you think she sounded happy in her letter?" Allison asked, concern etched across her face.

"She's eating three full meals a day," Jon said. "And I'm sure she's snacking in between."

"Not just that," Allison said. "You really think she seemed happy?"

"Sure, she seems fine," Jon replied.

Allison smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

Jon kissed the top of her head. "Why don't you go see what Livvie's up to? I'll finish here."

"Okay," Allison said. "Thanks."

"And you know... I haven't had a bath today," Jon said innocently.

"Oh, really?" Allison asked with a grin.

"Maybe you can come clean me up," Jon said.

"Maybe," Allison whispered in his ear. "If you play your cards right..."

"I know all the right things to say," he told her softly.

Allison gave him a kiss. "And I know all the right things to do."

"Daddy!" Adam shouted. "Livvie took my quill!"

Livvie held it up triumphantly. "Mine!"

"Give it back to him," Jon told his daughter. Olivia's lower lip trembled. "I have plenty of quills in my office that you can have," Jon told her. "That one is Adam's."

Olivia shook her head. "Mine."

Jon levelled his gaze at her. "The puppy dog eyes don't work on me, Livvie. Give that back to Adam."

Adam yanked it out of her hand. Olivia cried out. "Mummy! Mummy!"

"You two," Allison sighed. "I think an early bedtime is in order."

Tears streaked down Olivia's face and she held her arms up for her mother.

"I want it," the little girl sobbed.

Allison picked her up. "It's Adam's, Livvie. You can't just take things that don't belong to you."

"Yeah," Adam said grumpily.

"And you shouldn't snatch things out of your sister's hands," Jon told him.

"It hurted," Olivia buried her face in Allison's shoulder.

"Sorry," Adam muttered.

"Did you finish your homework?" Jon asked his son.

Adam nodded. "Even the maths."

"Good," Jon nodded.

Allison carried Olivia into her bedroom. She gingerly sat down with the little girl and Olivia kept her head buried in Allison's shoulder.

"What's the matter, baby?" Allison patted her back.

"Miss Em and Sissy," Olivia said softly.

"I miss them too," Allison told her. "But they'll be home soon for Christmas hols."

Olivia looked up at her mother and smiled. Allison wiped away her tears. "And next time you want to use one of Adam's quills, ask him first, okay? You wouldn't like it if he just took something of yours without asking."

"Why?" Olivia asked.

Allison tweaked her nose. "Because it's the nice thing to do. You should never take something that belongs to someone else without asking them first."

"Oh," Olivia nodded as if she understood.

"Time for bed," Allison said. "I'll get your pyjamas and you pick out a book."

"I want a fairy tale," Olivia said immediately.

Allison grinned. "You always want one of those."

"I love them," Olivia lifted her arms as Allison undressed her.

"Just like your big sisters," Allison said. Olivia smiled as her mother pulled Emma's old set of Ariel pyjamas over her head.

Jon came into the room and grinned at the two of them. "I hope I didn't miss the story."

"Mummy didn't start," Olivia said, hopping into her bed.

"How's Adam?" Allison asked.

"Taking his bath," Jon answered.

Jon did a dive onto Olivia's bed causing the little girl to laugh. "Daddy you're so silly!" Olivia laughed.

Allison patted his shoulder playfully. "Why don't you read since you do the best voices?"

"I want the Princess Mummy story," Olivia lay back. "About you and Daddy..."

Allison chuckled. "Okay, but then its lights out."

"Okay," Olivia agreed eagerly.

Olivia cuddled up with her father and listened intently as her mother began the story.

She was asleep before Allison was halfway through. They tucked the covers around their daughter and turned out the lights.

"She misses the girls," Allison whispered to her husband.

"I know," Jon said, closing the door halfway.

"I do too," Allison said. "I think I'll send them both a care package."

Jon smiled at his wife as they peeked in on Adam.

Adam was just getting into bed. He smiled at his parents. "Night."

"Did you wash up properly in the bath?" Allison asked him.

Adam nodded. "Yes."

Allisonkissed his forehead. "Good night, love."

Jon mussed his son's hair. "Night, buddy." Adam smiled at them both and pulled his covers over his head.

Allison followed Jon out of the room. He turned and caught her around the waist. "Now, how about my bath?" he asked in a husky voice.

Allison laughed as he picked her up in his arms. "Jonathan!"

"I'm a very dirty boy," he said wickedly.

Allison gave him a kiss and looked impishly at him. "Well let's see what I can do about that."

*** *** ***

"Today's mission," Lupin was saying as Harry slipped into a chair near the back of the room. "It's a dangerous one. Rabstan Lestrange broke out of custody three weeks ago."

"It says here that he's been after unseating the Minister and is looking for allies to help his quest to bring Vol-- You Know Who back to life," Josie read from her parchment.

"Still afraid of saying his name?" Harry could not resist asking. "He's long gone, Josephine."

Lupin cast him a glare before continuing. "I want a group of eight of you to go in and bring him back here."

"Remus and I were thinking we would split into teams of two," Josephine continued.

"Precisely," Lupin nodded. "In fact, Josephine AND Harry will lead."

Harry was already in a bad mood given his fight with Hermione. He had stayed with Neville and Cho last night and had not spoken to his wife since their row. Now, his mission had become a partnership. What the hell was Lupin thinking?

Josephine was obviously thinking along the same lines as she was staring at Lupin in horror as the older man named off the rest of the pairs.

"Use extreme caution," Lupin said to them all. "Lestrange is a ticking time bomb."

"I've dealt with Lestrange and his family before," Harry stood up.

"So you know exactly what you're up against," Lupin said clapping him on the back. "Good luck to you all."

Josephine glared at Harry. "You didn't do so well protecting your godfather from a Lestrange."

The door to the interrogation room slammed shut and the table began to shake. Neville put his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Easy, mate. Let it go."

"Do NOT EVER talk about Sirius," Harry warned Josephine. "EVER!"

"Sorry," Josephine said with a shrug.

"That was really uncalled for," Neville said to Josephine when Harry slammed out of the room.

"And his snide comments when I was giving the briefing weren't?" Josephine countered.

"I’m not saying what he said was right. You just hit below the belt is all," Neville told her.

Josephine nodded. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not the one who needs to hear an apology," Neville said. "Harry owes you one too, but you both have to learn to work together."

"We are working toward a common goal," Josephine admitted. "I guess I can try and be the bigger person and fight fairly."

Neville resisted the urge to roll his eyes and went to go talk to his partner Natalie.

Josephine gathered her notes and took a deep breath to calm down. This mission was going to be her chance to shine. She was sick and tired of playing second fiddle to Harry Potter. That arrogant jerk thought this job was already his, Josephine thought bitterly. She wouldn't let him upstage her on this mission. Not like he had on the others. She could see him just outside the interrogation room talking to his son.

They both turned and caught her looking at them. Harry's eyes were still glinting in anger.

Good, Josephine thought. She would use that to her advantage.

"I hope I don't wind up doing something I'll regret," Harry said to Ethan, pushing his hands through his hair.

"You'll be brilliant like you always are," Ethan said loyally.

"Thanks," Harry said, his son's words calming him down.

"Something else bothering you?" Ethan asked.

"Just had a fight with your mother," Harry grunted.

Ethan looked at him in surprise. His parents rarely fought. "Bad?"

"I stayed at Neville's last night," Harry admitted.

Ethan winced. "That bad..."

Harry sighed as he saw his fellow Aurors gathering. "I have to go."

"Good luck," Ethan said to him.

"I'll see you later," Harry clapped him on the shoulder before heading away.

Harry pointedly ignored Josephine as he readied himself for the mission.

"We need to figure out what we're going to do once we get to the house," Josephine told him.

Harry reluctantly turned to look at her. "What were you thinking?"

"We need to trap Lestrange," she said. "So we corner him in a room with no exits and no fireplace."

"The house will be heavily warded," Harry said. "We have to find some way to break those."

"Should be simple enough with a cleansing spell," she replied.

"Those are your specialty," Harry had to admit. Josephine gazed at him in surprise.

Harry looked back at her. "Look, let's just put aside our differences for the day and just work together to get Lestrange."

"Fine," she said coldly.

"We're Apparating just outside the village," Harry said.

"Everyone ready?" Neville asked, nodding to Harry and Josephine.

Josephine nodded. "I was born ready."

Harry bit his tongue and led the group from the headquarters. They Apparated outside London in a dingy, dirty town.

Harry pulled the hood up on his cloak and Josephine did the same.

"When inside I want you two to go around back," Harry directed. "And you two around that side."

"I'll disarm the wards," Josephine said. "It should only take a few minutes."

"Spread out," Harry said, crouching low.

The team did as he asked and Harry cleared his mind of anything else but this mission. It would be quite a coup to capture Lestrange. He had troubled them for years. He glanced over at Josephine, who was concentrating on removing the wards. Harry had meant what he said. She was very good at breaking through complicated wards. And under most circumstances, she was a good Auror.

It was a shame that she couldn't handle herself professionally in other ways, he thought, looking back at the ramshackle house.

Josephine made quick work of the wards and chanced a peek inside the window. She saw

Lestrange sitting at the table, drinking. An idea suddenly came to her. She could make the collar and send Harry off to the other side of the house. With a wave of her hand, she warded the opposite side of the house. Harry would not be able to get in and she would surprise Lestrange. It was perfect, she said standing up and slowly sauntering over to him.
"When we go in," she said. "I'll go left. You go to the right. We can try and surround him."

Harry nodded. "You took care of the wards then?"

She nodded.

Harry looked over at the house. "Okay, then. Let's do this."

Without another word, he moved silently towards the house, Josephine on his left. "Meet in the back," he told her.

Josephine nodded and hid her smile as she made her way back to the house.

"Surround him and we'll have him." Harry said before ducking right into the shadows.

Josephine rolled her eyes. Give orders now you arrogant arse, she thought with a smirk. You'll be taking them from me in just a few days.

Harry kept close to the wall, his eyes peeled for any movement in the darkness. He made a move to open the door, but the back of the house was completely protected.

He muttered a quick spell to see if it would break the ward, but nothing happened. Harry cursed Josephine. She obviously was not as good at this as he gave her credit for, Harry thought angrily. But, she had assured him that the wards were down. Harry sighed heavily as the realisation hit him. She had sent him back here so she could capture Lestrange herself.

"Bitch," he muttered under his breath. Lupin would assuredly hear of this and she would be kicked out of the running.

"Potter!" someone called out from behind him.

Harry spun around, his wand out.

There was no one behind him and Harry kept his wand at the ready.

He heard a low chuckle from his left and swung his free arm around.

"My sister-in-law took care of your godfather," the man's voice taunted him. "It will be my pleasure to take care of you."

Harry growled low in his throat. "LUMOS!"

A small beam of light shined from the endof his wand, illuminating the yard. There was no sign of Lestrange, but his cold laughter echoed in Harry's head. Where the hell was Josephine?

Harry kept his back to the wall and carefully slid towards the door. This was not going well.

"Show yourself, Lestrange," Harry called out.

Harry backed out of the room still using his wand to see. It was even darker in the corridor as he made his way to the back where he would meet up with his fellow Aurors. He heard the back door creak open and Harry turned quickly around. His hand was steady as he trained his wand at the door.

"Potter," a low voice drawled. "Figured you'd show up."

"And I'm not leaving without you," Harry countered. "Show yourself, Lestrange."

A shadow of a man stepped out in front of him. "I hope you want to see your godfather," Lestrange said wickedly. "You're about to go visit him..."

Harry laughed. "You're the one who will have the family reunion. Give Bellatrix my best..."

Lestrange snarled at him. "You bastard..."

"Unless you prefer going back to Azkaban," Harry taunted. "We've kept your cell just like you left it."

Lestrange just stared at him for a long moment. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs.

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Lestrange just stared at him for a long moment. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" he shrieked at the top of his lungs.

Harry crumpled to the ground just as the other Aurors arrived on the scene.

"Harry!" Neville shouted as Natalie stunned Lestrange with a spell.

Neville ran toward his best friend and knelt down.

"What happened?" Josephine asked, rushing into the room.

"You tell me," Neville glared at her.

Her face grew pale as she saw Harry on the floor. "Is he all right?"

Neville did not answer her and she looked at Natalie.

"He was hit with the killing curse," Natalie said quietly.

Josephine slapped her hands to her mouth in horror. "It wasn't supposed to happen that way!"

Neville looked up at her. "What's that supposed to mean, Josephine?"

"I uh..." Josephine swallowed. "I um... I just was supposed to capture him..."

Neville shook his head in disbelief. "Great job," he said sarcastically. He turned his attention back to Harry. His friend's skin was deathly white and there was no movement. Tears welled in Neville's eyes.

"We have to get him back," Neville choked out. "Harry..."

Back at the Ministry, Hermione was working with Samuel on a speech. She had not slept well the night before and she had not heard from her husband since their fight. The stubborn part of her wanted to hold strong and not back down.

"Hermione," Samuel touched her arm. "Are you all right?"

Hermione nodded. "I'm fine. I think I'm going to go home early. It's late and this speech can wait until tomorrow."

"All right," Samuel said. "I'll send those owls out and then get your agenda ready for tomorrow."

"Thanks," Hermione said to him. "I'll see you in the morning."

Samuel left her alone in the office and Hermione sat back in her chair for a moment and rubbed at her eyes. She hoped her husband would come home tonight. She had no idea where he had stayed last night. Hermione was about to head home through the Floo when Neville's head popped up in front of her.

"Neville!" Hermione gasped. "You startled me!"

"Hermione I need you to come to St. Mungos right away," he said. Even through the fire she could tell his face was pale. "Immediately."

"What's going on?" Hermione demanded.

"Just come over here," Neville pulled his head out of the fire.

Hermione grabbed a handful of Floo powder, trying to keep her emotions in check. It was hard not to think of every worst case scenario.

She found Neville at the nurse's station, pacing in front of the desk. He had a shell-shocked expression on his face and he looked as if he had been crying.

"What happened?" she demanded.

He could not look at her which only made Hermione even more afraid. She had never seen him like this. "Neville?" she asked again. "What happened?"

"We were on a mission," he said, his voice cracking. "Lestrange... trapped Harry..."

"Lestrange?" Hermione asked, confused.

"A Death Eater," Neville said. "Um... and he... he trapped Harry and used the killing curse." a look of real anguish crossed Neville's face. "He um... Harry's--"

"Harry's what?" Hermione asked, pleadingly.

Neville looked around at the crowded lobby. "Maybe we should go sit down--" he began.

"I don't want to sit down," Hermione interrupted him. "I want to know where my husband is."

"He uh..." Neville faltered. "Oh Merlin, Hermione... he's... he's..."

"WHAT?" Hermione nearly shouted in frustration.

"He was hit with the killing curse," Neville said in a low voice. He told her everything he remembered about the mission and how everything went horribly wrong. He told her about Josephine and how she had manipulated the situation in such a way where she would be the hero. Hermione stared at Neville, unblinking and unmoving.

"Hermione?" Neville asked, his voice breaking. "I'm so sorry--"

"No," Hermione shook her head. "It wasn't Harry."

Neville nodded. "I'm sorry, Hermione. But---but it's---"

"NO!" She said forcefully.

She grabbed hold of his robes and looked at him with tears shining in her eyes. "He--"

"Hermione," he said quietly. "Come on. I asked Cho to bring your children here, but you're going to have to tell them."

Hermione stared at him for a long moment, trying to process what he had said. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed into his arms.

"Get a healer!" Neville barked at the nearest nurse.

She nodded and hurried down the hall. Neville cradled Hermione in his arms.

He managed to get her into a private room just down the corridor and lay her on the bed.

A healer came into the room moments later and Neville stepped outside. He could still see the look on Hermione's face when he told her the horrible news. Neville resumed his pacing, wondering how in the world they would all cope with this. The Potter children worshiped their father.

Neville had sent for Ethan back at the Auror headquarters and Cho had gone to get Julie and Saffron. He didn't want to break the news to them. It wasn't his place to do so.
They arrived with Cho a few moments later. It hurt Neville to look at Ethan. He looked so much like his father.

"What's going on?" Ethan asked. "What's happened?"

Saffron had linked her arm in Julie's and she looked at Neville. "Aunt Cho said that Mum was going to meet us here. Where---where is she?" Saffron asked.

Neville sighed. "She's in the room over here."

"Mum?" Julie asked in a whisper. "Oh Merlin..."

"What happened to her?" Saffron asked. "Where's Dad?"

Ethan led the way into the room where the healer was tending to Hermione.

She was just stirring and the healer was helping her sit up in bed. Hermione looked around and felt her face crumple as she saw her settings. She hoped it had all been a bad dream.

"Mum!" Saffron hurried over to her.

"Saffy," Hermione held her daughter tightly to her.

"Mum what on earth is going on?" Saffron asked. "Cho just told us we needed to come over here..."

Hermione's lower lip trembled as she took in the faces of her children.

"Mum," Julie's face was ashen. "Please tell us..."

"Sit down," Hermione said, summoning all the courage she could. The healer stepped out of the room as did Neville and Cho.

Ethan perched on the edge of the bed while Saffron and Julie sat on either side of Hermione. "Did something happen at the raid?" he asked, his stomach heavy with dread.

Hermione nodded, as a tear fell down her cheek.

"Mum please," Saffron begged. "Dad's okay, right?"

Hermione did not want to say the words because it would make it seem real. But, her children needed to know and they needed her to be strong. She shook her head. "No, Saffy. He's not okay. He---he was on the raid and a Death Eater---"

"Lestrange?" Ethan shot up from the edge of the bed.

Again, Hermione nodded. Julie shook her head. "No, it's not possible! Dad's---Dad's fine."

Saffron stood up too and looked at her brother. "Ethan, Daddy survived this before. He was just a baby then."

Hermione shook her head. "No baby. Not this time..."

Saffron looked at her mother. "Mummy," she whispered.

"I need to see him," Hermione said. She knew she wasn't thinking rationally but perhaps... perhaps when she went in there, he wouldn't be dead.

"Us too," Ethan said, knowing that his father would want him to be strong for his mother and sisters.

Hermione nodded vaguely. "Yes... yes. Neville knows where he is."

Ethan helped his mother out of bed and took her hand.

"Where is he, Neville?" Hermione asked when the four of them emerged.

Neville wiped at his eyes. "I'll---I'll take you to him."

Hermione took a deep breath and followed their friend down another corridor. "He's... in here. But-"

"I know, Mum," Ethan said quietly.

"I just..." Hermione had her hand on the doorknob.

"We're right here, Mum," Julie said. "We'll---we'll do it together."

Hermione's hand shook but she managed to open the door. Harry lay sprawled on the bed, his face pale and eyes shut tight.

"Harry..." she whimpered, suddenly feeling lost again. Harry couldn't be gone. He just couldn't be. They were never supposed to leave one another. Her last words to him had been so angry. Hermione started to cry in earnest.

"We fought," she sobbed. "I was so mad at him!"

"He knows you love him," Ethan reassured her. He was not ready to talk about his father in the past tense.

"He didn't even come home," Hermione rushed to the bedside. "And I never got to tell him how much I loved him..."

She touched his cheek. They had taken off his glasses. "Harry," Hermione said, touching his cold skin. "I'm here."

"Daddy," Saffron whispered. "You can't die. You can't leave us yet."

Ethan nodded. "Dad, you know it pains me to admit it, but Saffy's right. You have loads left to do." The four of them sat in silence, all looking at Harry's body. Hermione traced her hand over the scar that defined his existence.

"I don't know what I'm going to tell the girls," Julie said brokenly.

Saffron nodded. "Just---just this evening, Ellie was drawing him a picture."

"Of what?" Hermione asked faintly.

"Her grandpa on a broom," Saffron said softly.

Hermione's eyes filled with tears as she looked back at her husband. "Harry... please..." she whispered.

Saffron stood up to get her mother a tissue when she saw a slight movement of her father's hand. "Daddy?"

Hermione was instantly on her feet. "Harry?"

"His hand moved," Saffron said to Ethan. "You--you saw that, right?"

"I... I don't know," Ethan said in astonishment.

"I saw it," Saffron said determinedly, reaching for her father's hand. "Daddy. We're here."

"Harry, if you're there, wake up," Hermione said, pressing her lips to his temple. "Please..."

This time, Julie saw his hand move. "Ethan! Get the healer!"

Ethan turned and rushed out of the room. Hermione gazed hopefully at her husband's face. Suddenly he didn't seem so pale.

"I love you," Hermione whispered. "We all love you so much."

"Do you think he's okay?" Saffron asked her mother.

"I hope so, baby," Hermione replied as the healer followed Ethan into the room.

"We saw him move!" Saffron burst out. "He moved--"

The healer looked at her sympathetically. "That's not possible..."

"HE MOVED!" Saffron shrieked. "I'm not bloody blind you know!"

"I'll just examine him, shall I?" the healer asked though he did not seem to believe her.

"We all saw him," Hermione gave the healer a hard look. "And he's survived it once before-"

The healer lifted up Harry's eyelids and examined his eyes. He then felt for a pulse by placing two fingers on Harry's neck. "See, it's just as---"

Harry's body jerked violently and nearly flew up off the bed.

Hermione leaned against Ethan for support. Harry's eyes blinked open and Hermione gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. The healer stared in disbelief.

"Daddy!" Saffron flew towards the bed.

His green eyes focused on hers, but he did not say anything.

"I need everyone to stay back," the healer said. "We need to make sure it's him, and not some sort of spell."

Julie put a hand on Saffron's shoulder. "He's right, Saf. Stand back."

Saffron clung to her mother as another healer rushed in and they began examining Harry.

The healers were talking in hushed voices so the family could not hear a word they were saying. Julie leaned against Ethan as they waited. It seemed to take forever. "Hermione," Harry said weakly, turning his head to look at his wife. "Where---where are my glasses?"

Hermione took them from the counter. "Here..." she said softly. She placed them carefully on for him. "How's that?" she asked.

"What happened to me?" he asked her.

"You scared us to death is what you did," Hermione said touching his cheek. "Oh, Harry. I'm so sorry."

He gazed up at her. "Why am I here?"

Ethan stepped forward and told his father what had happened on the mission. "Lestrange is in Azkaban, Dad."

Harry stared at him. "He hit me with the killing curse?"

Ethan nodded. "And you survived. Again." He grinned at his father.

Hermione stared at her husband as the full reality of what just happened hit her. "I want Josephine Hilson brought to my office," she said. "Right now. This minute."

"I'll tell Neville," Ethan said.

"We'll stay here with Dad," Julie said, hardly believing what was happening. "And we'll keep you posted."

Hermione gave her husband a kiss. "I'll be back soon. I promise."

Harry smiled up at her and Hermione thought it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Hermione gave him one last kiss and then hugged her two daughters.

The warm, elated feeling inside her dissipated as she headed for her office to confront the woman who had almost cost her part of her reason for living.

Josephine was sitting on the sofa, a worried expression on her face. The moment she saw Hermione, she stood up. "Minister, I am so sorry..."

"Sit down," Hermione said coldly.

Josephine did as she asked.

"Do you even KNOW what you've done?" Hermione asked harshly.

"I-I messed up," Josephine stammered. "I was only---"

"You are so lucky," Hermione interrupted her. "By some miracle, Harry is alive."

Josephine sighed in relief. "Oh, thank Merlin!"

"Don't even think for a moment that this gets you off the hook," Hermione bristled. "What you did was careless and petty."

Josephine shook her head. "No, all I was---"

"You are determined to make my husband look bad in front of Lupin," Hermione cut her off.

"So you'll get the head Auror position. I can assure you that will not happen now."

Hermione could see the wheels turning in Josephine's head on how to spin this. "Listen, I know that this looks bad, but I had no idea that this would happen, Minister. I never wanted Harry to get hurt," Josephine began.

"That doesn't MATTER!" Hermione slapped her hand down on the desk. "He DIED because of what you did!"

Josephine blanched. "But, but you said he survived---"

"He's just woken up," Hermione said. "Somehow he's survived the killing curse, again."

"But he was dead." Hermione said. "I had to sit there, with my CHILDREN, and try to figure out what to do with their father dead."

"I am so sorry, Minister," Josephine managed. "So very sorry..."

Hermione stood up. "If you ever... EVER... try ANYTHING like this again... I will make your life hell. I'll make it so miserable that you'll wish you could live on another planet."

Josephine nodded wordlessly.

"Go," Hermione pointed to the door. "And remember what I said."

Josephine shakily got to her feet. "Minister, I really am sorry."

"I'm withdrawing my recommendation of you for this job," Hermione said. "I really, really think it would be best if you weren't here next time I visit the Auror department."

Josephine left the office without another word. Hermione stared after her for a long moment before hurrying back to St. Mungos.

Saffron, Julie and Ethan were still sitting with their father. "What's going on?" she asked briskly.

Saffron smiled. "Uncle Neville's gone to get Dad some real food with Aunt Cho. The healers are going to run some tests soon."

Hermione sat down next to her husband. "How are you feeling?"

"Like the Hogwarts Express ran over me," Harry replied.

Hermione ran her hand back through his hair as unexpected tears sprang to her eyes. "I thought I lost you."

Their children slipped out of the room to give their parents some privacy. Harry smiled at his wife. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Mrs. Potter. You know that."

"I know," Hermione wiped at her eyes. "But we fought... and then Neville's telling me you're dead... it was as if everything else died too."

"It was a stupid fight," Harry said squeezed her hand.

"It really was," Hermione said. "I was being selfish."

"And I was being an arse," Harry said touching her cheek. "I'm sorry, love."

"It doesn't matter now," Hermione closed her eyes.

"Come here," Harry said opening his arms. Hermione gingerly slid next to him on the bed. "You were the last thought I had," Harry said softly. "When he hit me with that spell."

Hermione's eyes filled with tears again. "You absorbed the killing curse twice."

"I'm hoping not to go for three," Harry joked. Hermione shook her head. Harry gave her a kiss. "Damn Josephine," he muttered.

"I took care of her," Hermione replied.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What did you do?"

Hermione smiled thinly. "Told her she needed to go before I did something I'd regret."

Harry smiled. "That's my girl."

Hermione stared into his green eyes. "Don't leave me, Harry."

"Never," Harry promised, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm sorry I made all of you worry."

"It's not your fault," Hermione said. "Honestly, the nerve..."

There was a knock on the door and Saffron peered inside the room with Julie and Ethan. "We have food!" Saffron exclaimed happily.

"Eat only a little," one of the healers warned Harry. "Your body has been through quite a shock."

Harry nodded and Hermione helped him sit up. "What did Neville bring?"

"We just went down to the cafeteria," Julie explained. "Neville's back at the headquarters filling out a report on what happened to you."

"We would have been back sooner but the brat had to tell everyone what to do," Ethan said nudging Saffron.

"I just know best," Saffron said, sitting next to her father.

Harry smiled at her. "Thanks, Saffy. Thanks to all of you."

"I'm just so glad you’re okay," Saffron said. "I can't... I couldn't picture what things would be like without you."

"Me too," Harry said, his voice cracking a bit as he thought of what he might have missed.
Saffron's eyes filled with tears as she looked at her father.

"Oh, sweetheart," Harry said hugging her tightly. "I'm not going anywhere."

"I know," Saffron whimpered. "But when we saw you lying here..."

Julie wiped at her eyes. "I can't even describe it, Dad and then Saffy saw you move your hand."

"I could kill that woman for almost destroying our family," Hermione said furiously.

Ethan nodded in agreement. "What kind of Auror does that?"

"One that's likely headed back to Australia," Hermione responded darkly. "I don't ever want to see her again."

"Me either," Harry said, watching as Julie moved the tray table over to him. She did not realise how low it was and she accidentally hit her father's knee.

"Sorry, Dad!" Julie said hastily.

Harry looked over at her. "For what?"

"I just hit you," Julie explained.

"You didn't feel that?" Hermione asked in alarm.

"No..." Harry replied.

"Julie---Julie get the healer, please," Hermione said shakily. Julie stepped back and rushed from the room.

"I'm sure it's nothing," Ethan said confidently. "Just after-effects from the spell."

"It better be," Harry said his tone ominous.

The healer came back into the room and asked the family to leave so they could examine Harry.

"What do you think is wrong?" Saffron asked her mother anxiously. "Is Dad paralysed?"

Hermione shook her head. "I'm sure he's not. It's---it's probably like Ethan said." Her answer did not sound convincing even to her. Saffron couldn't help the sharp pain of dread in her stomach.

They sat outside Harry's room for what seemed like an eternity. The healer came out looking quite sombre and serious.

"What is it?" Hermione asked. "What's wrong with my husband?"

"Mr. Potter cannot feel his legs," the healer said. "Now, since we don't have much experience with people surviving the killing curse, we have no idea how long this will last."

"Is he paralysed?" Hermione asked in a controlled voice.

"Yes," the healer replied quietly. "But, that's not all." Hermione gripped her son's arm. "He--um, he's exhibiting very low levels of magic," the healer continued. "Again, this could be the side effect of the spell, but we have no way of knowing."

"He's lost his ability for magic?" Saffron nearly shrieked.

"For the time being," the healer reiterated. "We have no idea how long this will last. It could be temporary or it could be---"

"Oh Merlin," Hermione sank down into a chair.

"Did you tell him?" Julie asked. "Does he know?"

"Not yet," the healer replied quietly. Saffron sat down beside her mother, unsure of what to say.

"Would you like us to break the news to him?" Another healer offered.

Hermione shook her head. "No, it should come from us."

"Very well, Minister," the healer nodded. Saffron squeezed her mother's hand.

Hermione sighed. "How are we going to tell him this?"

"We should be honest," Ethan said thoughtfully. "Dad will see right through it if we try to sugar-coat it." Hermione closed her eyes and tried to gather her strength. Saffron tried to stave off her tears. She wanted to be strong for her father.

"Come on," Hermione said. "I'm going to need all of you there with me."

Ethan offered his mother his hand and led the way back into Harry's room.

"Hi sweetheart," Hermione said softly.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry asked her point-blank.

Hermione bit her lower lip. "Harry... they say your lower half is paralysed."

Harry nodded. "Which was why I couldn't feel it when Julie moved the table."

"That's not all," Hermione sat down gingerly on the edge of the bed. "They said you're displaying very low levels of magic."

"But it's only temporary, right?" Harry asked hopefully. No one answered him and he looked at the faces of his wife and children and he knew.

"I'm going to be like this forever, right?" he asked angrily. "Fucking immobile and not able to do anything for myself!?

Hermione shook her head. "No, Harry. We don't know that for sure."

"And no magic?" Harry asked furiously.

"It's probably temporary," Ethan said. "I mean, you survived it last time, right? And look what you became."

Harry turned away to glare out the window.

Julie could not imagine what this must be like for her father, but she felt she had to say something. "We're going to be here with you every step of the way, Dad. I can get someone to help with my classes..."

Saffron nodded. "And it's the off-season now. I'll come by every day, Dad."

"Don't bother with a cripple," Harry said bitterly.

"Daddy," Saffron protested.

"Harry, we're just happy you're alive," Hermione said softly.

"Two hours ago, we thought you were dead," Ethan said.

"I wouldn't care if we had to push you everywhere for the rest of our lives if it means you're alive," Saffron added.

"I know this isn't what you wanted to deal with, but you're alive," Hermione said sitting down on the edge of his bed. "And you are a fighter. You can fight this and get it all back, Harry."

"I guess," he admitted grudgingly.

"No," Hermione said reaching for his hand. "You might not want our help, but you're going to get it." Harry cracked a slight smile at her.

"Mum's right," Saffron said. "But then again, she's always right."

"Too right," Hermione agreed. "I know you all don't want to leave, but I think your father needs his rest now."

Ethan nodded and stepped forward to give his father a hug. "I love you, Dad."

"Love you too, son," Harry said. "Keep me posted on what's going on in headquarters."

"Always," Ethan promised.

"I'll stop by and see you tomorrow," Saffron promised. "Mum, you can owl me if I need to bring anything."

Harry hugged his youngest daughter. "Give Ellie and Edward a kiss from their Grandpa."

"I will," Saffron blinked back some new tears. She turned around so her father wouldn't see. Ethan put his arm around her and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Julie also hugged their father goodbye then the three of them left the room. Harry sighed and looked at the plate of untouched food before him.

"You should try and eat something," Hermione said gently. "You're going to need all of your strength, Harry."

Harry looked at her. "This morning, I woke up and everything was fine. You know? I could---I could walk. I could do magic. And now---nothing. I know I should be happy to be alive and I am, but forgive me if I don't know what to do about any of this, Hermione."

"I don't either," she said. "But we'll work through it, okay?"

Harry nodded and picked up his fork.

"Good," Hermione encouraged.

Hermione watched her husband take a few bites of his food. She had gone through a myriad of emotions tonight.

She wished so much that she could take a time turner and go back to prevent everything- his being cursed, their fight... Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at him. The man who had changed her life.

"Hey," Harry said, gazing up at her. "I'm all right, Hermione."

"I know," Hermione said wiping at her eyes.

"I really want to know what's going to happen to Josephine," Harry admitted.

"Well, there's no way she's going to be Head Auror," Hermione said. "Not after this stunt."

"She never deserved it anyway," Harry muttered. "Not that I did either..."

"Of course you did," Hermione said. "You're a great leader, Harry."

Harry shrugged. "Not with this."

"I'm so sorry about our fight," Hermione said. "I keep thinking if I had just listened to you about Josephine that maybe I could have done something to prevent this."

"She would have done it anyway," Harry said.

Hermione moved the tray table out of the way andgot into the bed beside her husband. She rested her head on his chest and listened to the best sound---his heart beating.

Harry ran his hand through her hair. "I think Neville should get the job."

"You're taking yourself out of the running?" Hermione asked.

"How am I supposed to do this now?" Harry asked,

"Harry," Hermione started to say.

"What's the point?" Harry asked. "I'm going to have to take a leave to get myself back in order."

"And so will I," Hermione said lifting her head to look at him.

Harry leaned in to give her a kiss.

"I love you," Hermione said softly. "So much."

"I love you too," Harry said. "I'm not going to leave you."

Hermione smiled. "Promise?"

“I promise," Harry answered.

Harry held his wife close, trying not to feel sorry for himself. So much of who and what he was came from magic. The idea that he would not be able to do it again terrified him.

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Authors' note: This is a long chapter! You get to see what Gabriel has been up to and more with Harry/Hermione as a special someone comes home for a visit! Please read and review!

Gabriel and Melanie had a rare night off and he had suggested going bowling with a few of their fellow interns. It had been a fun evening and Gabriel had liked the idea of letting loose and not thinking about the hospital or studying for one night at least. That was not to say that the group did not bring up the hospital or their classes. In fact, that made up the majority of their conversations.

"And I can't wait until my first surgery," Melanie was saying. "One of these days, Dr. Johnson is going to ask me to scrub in. Mark my words."

"Maybe to remove the stick from his ass," Gabriel joked.

The group laughed and so did Melanie, although it seemed a bit forced.

"I'll go and get us something to eat from the bar," Gabriel offered. "Mel, what did you want?"

Melanie wrinkled her nose. "Don't they have anything that isn't coated in grease?"

"I'll see," Gabriel said. "I'll be back."

His friend Blake joined him in the line. "Is Mel okay?"

Gabriel shrugged. "I suppose. Why?"

"She just seems upset," Blake replied.

Gabriel had noticed something off about her lately, too. On paper, she was a great girlfriend. She was pretty, funny and intelligent. But she seemed to be unsettled lately and on edge. He had chalked it up to nerves and their heavy workload.

"Well, you'd better find something low-fat, low-carb for her," Blake joked. "But as for me, I'm going for the double cheeseburger."

"Who'd have ever wished for a salad in a bowling alley?" Gabriel asked with a sigh. "I guess the pizza is the best thing."

Gabriel looked to his left and saw a familiar face. Tony, Stephanie's boyfriend, was flirting with the girl behind the counter.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. "Jerk," he muttered under his breath.

Where there was a Tony there had to be a Stephanie and Gabriel looked to his right and saw her sitting at the far end of the bowling alley with another girl and guy.

"Tell Mel I'll be back in a few minutes," Gabriel said to Blake. "I see a friend of mine."

Gabriel headed purposely in Stephanie's direction. "Hey," he said to her with a smile.

Stephanie looked at him in surprise. She started to smile, but thought better of it. The couple they were with were friends of Tony's.

"How's it going?" he asked. "I haven't been at the diner lately--"

"You're up, Steph," the other girl said.

"Right," she said, giving Gabriel a small smile. He watched her for a moment, realising how much he had missed seeing her these last few weeks. "Um... can I talk to you later?" Stephanie asked nervously.

Gabriel nodded. "We're---we're at the other end."

"Okay," she replied. "Um... have fun."

"You too," Gabriel said. He gave her one last glance before heading back to the snack bar where Tony was still hitting on the girl behind the counter. Gabriel shook his head in disbelief. The other waitress took his order and Gabriel couldn't help overhearing Tony's conversation.

"My shift's over," the girl was telling him. "Do you think you could take me home?"

Tony smiled. "I think that can be arranged."

"Don't you have a girlfriend over there?" Gabriel couldn't resist asking.

The smile on Tony's face turned to a sneer. He glared at Gabriel. "You."

"Yeah," Gabriel said shortly.

"Not that it's any of your business, but Stephanie and I have an understanding," Tony said rounding on him.

"Sure you do," Gabriel didn't back down. "You do what you want, and when she speaks up you hit her."

Tony grabbed him by the collar. "That what she told you?"

"That's what I SAW," Gabriel retorted.

"Stephanie belongs to me," Tony growled. "She's MINE."

"She's not a possession," Gabriel went to push him away.

Blake came over with Melanie. "There a problem here?" Blake asked.

"There will be if this asshole doesn't get out of my face," Tony said, letting Gabriel go.

"There will be if you lay one hand on her again," Gabriel warned.

"You don't fucking tell me--" Tony began.

Stephanie and her two friends ran over to see what was going on and Stephanie quickly put herself in between the two men. "Tony, calm down," she pleaded.

"You tell your friend to get away from me," Tony said, glaring at her.

Stephanie looked at Gabriel and he could see the fear in her eyes. He imagined in her eyes he had made this a thousand times worse for her. But, he knew she was smarter than this. Why was she staying with someone who treated her like this? "Gabe please," she said. "Just go."

"Yeah," Melanie said looking at her boyfriend. "This doesn't concern us. Let's go back to our game."

"Steph?" Gabriel asked. He touched her arm which set Tony off. Before anyone knew what was happening, Tony shoved Stephanie out of the way and punched Gabriel in the eye.

"Tony!" Stephanie tried to grab for him. "What is wrong with you?"

Tony glared at her. "You're lucky it wasn't you, you little tramp," he said in a low voice.

"What's going on here?" a security guard asked. "Why did you punch him?" Tony did not answer and watched menacingly as Gabriel got to his feet.

"You," the guard pointed to Tony. "Out of here."

Tony looked at Stephanie. "Come on. Let's go."

Stephanie was afraid. She knew what would be waiting for her when they got home and she hesitated. Gabriel, who was being tended to by Melanie, walked over to her. "Steph, you don't have to go with him." She gazed at him uncertainly.

"You don't come with me now, you know what will happen," Tony warned her.

"It's not our problem," Melanie said in Gabriel's ear. "Come on, you need to ice that eye."

Tony grabbed Stephanie by the arm. The security guard went after him. "What part of get out of here did you not understand? Well, seeing as you won't listen to me, perhaps you'll listen to a cop.”

Tony let her go but pushed past her. "Bitch," he muttered. "You're going to get it when you get home."

Tony and his two friends left the bowling alley and Stephanie put her head in her hands.

"Hey," Gabriel said. "Why don't you come back to my place tonight?"

"What?" Both Melanie and Stephanie asked at the same time.

"My grandparents are out of town," Gabriel said. "And I don't think you need to be alone and I'm not going to let you go back to your place, Steph."

"I uh..." Stephanie glanced uneasily at Melanie, who was giving her a dirty look.

Melanie glared at her. "Would you mind giving us a second?"

Gabriel stumbled a bit as he grabbed the bag of ice that Blake brought over to him. "What's wrong, Mel?"

"What's wrong?" she asked taken aback. "What's wrong you ask? Are you serious right now?"

"She needs a place to stay tonight," Gabriel replied.

"Why does it have to be with you?" Melanie asked angrily. "Doesn't she have any friends or family?"

"No," Gabriel said. "She doesn't."

Melanie rolled her eyes. "That's just great. That's just fantastic. Why don't you give me a call when you're done playing hero." Gabriel watched as Melanie stomped out of the bowling alley.

Stephanie walked slowly over to him. "I'm so sorry, Gabe. I've ruined everything."

"No you haven't," he said. "Come on."

Stephanie was silent as she walked back over to where she'd been sitting. She took off her rental shoes and changed into her sneakers. She could only imagine what Tony was plotting at this very moment. There would be hell to pay when she saw him again. But, she was tired of being his punching bag---emotionally and physically.

"I'm sorry," she said again when Gabriel came up next to her. "My life is such a mess and I've dragged you into it."

"You don't have to apologize," Gabriel reassured her. "But, there is something you could do to make it up to me."

"What's that?" she asked nervously.

Gabriel reached into his pocket and handed her his car keys. "Drive? With this shiner, I don't think I'll be able to."

"Oh..." she managed. "Sure."

Gabriel smiled at her. "Come on then."

She silently followed him out to his car. She half expected Tony to jump out of the shadows but it was quiet in the parking lot. "How's your eye?" she asked him.

"Hurts," he admitted. "But I'll be all right."

"Frozen peas helps the best," Stephanie said as she slid into the driver seat. "I don't even like peas, but I keep a bag of them in the freezer just---just in case."

"I think we have some at my house," Gabriel gave her a sidelong glance as they got into the car.

Stephanie started the car. "This is a nice car," she said eager to talk about something else.

"Yeah," Gabriel nodded. "My dad got it for me a few years ago."

“How is your father?" Stephanie asked conversationally.

"He's fine," Gabriel answered. "Busy, as always. Same with Lav."

"And you," Stephanie said softly. "Um---right or left turn here?"

"Right," Gabriel told her.

Stephanie made the turn and they continued on in silence. Gabriel stole a glance at her with his good eye. Even worried, she was a pretty girl. He liked her a lot and had missed seeing her. "Um, right turn at the light," Gabriel said.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, taking a quick turn. "I've always wondered what your house looks like."

"You have?" he asked grinning at her.

She blushed. "Just curious."

"It's not much, but it's home," Gabriel said.

"I'm surprised haven't got your own place," Stephanie said.

"I've thought about it," Gabriel said thoughtfully. "But money's tight these days. I'm saving up."

"That's a good idea," she replied as he motioned for her to go left.

"What about you?" he asked.

"I still dream of having my own restaurant," she said.

"You'll make it happen," Gabriel told her.

She smiled at him. "You think so? Really?"

"Absolutely," Gabriel said smiling back at her.

"Tony always pokes fun at me," she said.

Gabriel just bet he did. He felt a surge of anger toward the other man. "Second house on the left, Steph."

"Oh okay," she said, pulling into the driveway. "It's a nice house, Gabe."

"Thanks," Gabriel said as she parked the car. "My grandparents aren't home. They're visiting relatives in Portland."

"So it's nice and quiet for you," she said. "And then I come barging in..."

He turned to face her. "Steph, you're not barging in. You're invited. Come on. I bet you're hungry. I know I am and there's a bag of peas in there with my name on it."

She had to smile again as she followed him into the back of the house.

Gabriel turned on the lights. "Casa de Boyd."

"I can see you growing up here," she looked around. Gabriel walked into the kitchen, but Stephanie lingered at the fireplace. She smiled when she saw the photographs on the mantle. "You were so cute!" she called out seeing the photo of Gabriel in his baseball uniform.

Gabriel came up behind her. "Were?" he teased.

Stephanie blushed deeply. "Still are," she murmured.

"Even with the black eye?" Gabriel asked removing the ice pack.

"You're just teasing me now," she said, her face still pink. She reached up and touched the side of his face. "I'm sorry, Gabe."

"Not your fault," he told her.

"It is," Stephanie said softly.

"Hardly," he said, his hand covering hers. Tears welled up in Stephanie's eyes.

"You're safe here," he promised her.

"I haven't felt that way in a long time," Stephanie said.

"You don't have to feel in danger," he said. "You can leave him, Steph."

"I don't know if I can," Stephanie said pulling her hand away.

"Why?" he asked. "I can help you. So can my dad."

"He was there for me when I had no one," Stephanie said quietly.

"How?" Gabriel asked.

Stephanie sat down on the sofa, unsure of where to begin. "Well, I told you about how my mother kicked me out and I came here. He was the first person I met and he took me in."

"But that doesn't give him the right to hit you," Gabriel insisted.

"He says I provoke him," Stephanie said. "He said that if I would just listen and do things his way, that none of this would happen. But, it changes every day. What's right on one day is wrong the next and I can't keep up."

"You deserve better than that," Gabriel replied. "So much better..."

"I do?" Stephanie asked him.

"Yeah," he nodded. He reached over and gave her hand a squeeze.

"You said you were hungry, right?" she asked. "I'll make you something..."

"You don't have to do that," Gabriel started to protest.

"I'm good at it," Stephanie forced a smile. "Good practice for when I open my restaurant right?"

"Okay," Gabriel said, smiling back at her.

"What'll it be tonight?" she asked as he led her back into the kitchen.

"Anything's fine," Gabriel told her.

Stephanie studied the contents of the refrigerator. "Denver omelette?"

"Sure," Gabriel replied, sitting down and putting the ice back on his eye.

"Twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off," Stephanie said without thinking.

Gabriel looked over at her, but she was busy preparing their food. Of course she would know the proper way to treat a black eye. How many of those had she received courtesy of Tony? He watched her expertly move around the kitchen. What a jerk this guy Tony was to have a great girl and not treat her right.

"We should talk to the cops about getting a restraining order," Gabriel said thoughtfully.

"What?" she asked, so startled she dropped the spatula.

"A restraining order against Tony," Gabriel said.

"I didn't say I wanted to do that," she said quickly.

"You need to protect yourself," Gabriel said. "This way if he comes anywhere near you, he can get arrested."

"Gabe--" she started to protest.

"I'll help you," Gabriel told her. "Every step of the way."

Stephanie closed her eyes and rubbed at her forehead. "Why do you care so much?"

"You're my… my friend," Gabriel said truthfully. "And friends look out for each other."

"I just... I can't." Stephanie turned back to the skillet.

"You can't live like this, Steph," Gabriel said.

"And I don't need anyone else telling me how to live," she said.

Gabriel sighed. He supposed he should back off, but he did not want to let this go. "How about we just take this one day at a time?" he asked instead.

"Leaving Tony would be a huge change for me," she said softly. "If you want to help me, you'll have to be patient."

"I can do that," Gabriel said smiling at her.

"Thank you," she said gratefully. This was a huge step for her and he did not want to do anything to jeopardise the progress she had made tonight.

"That smells great," he said instead.

"It will be the best one you've ever had," Stephanie promised.

"That I don't doubt," he said. "How about some juice, or water?"

"Juice would be great," Stephanie said.

"I'll get that," Gabriel replied. "I also set a mean table."

"Hidden talent I did not know about," Stephanie joked.

"One of my many talents," he said with a grin. "Believe it or not, I can cook too."

"Really?" Stephanie asked.

"Not a whole lot," he said. "But if I follow a recipe it's usually pretty good."

Stephanie smiled as she plated their food. "Maybe someday I'll get to see for myself."

"Anytime," he told her.

Stephanie set the plate before him. "Do you think you and Melanie will be okay?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Probably. She's been a bit strange lately- probably just school."

"And I'm sure tonight didn't help," Stephanie said sitting down with her own plate. "I'm sorry."

"If she can't accept that you and I are friends then I can't be with her," he said.

Stephanie shook her head. "I don't want to make things difficult for you, Gabe."

"You aren't," he shook his head. "I already told you that."

Stephanie smiled. "I guess that all I can say is 'thank you'. You did not have to do this, but I'm glad you did."

Gabriel smiled back at her. "If you ever need anything, you know you can come to me."

Stephanie blushed. "Thank you."

"Come on, let's eat," he said.

Stephanie watched happily as Gabriel took a bite of the omelette. She wanted to do something nice for him after all that he had done for her. She couldn't help thinking that this would be what it would be like to genuinely be with him.

"This is so good," Gabriel said, taking another huge bite. "Best one I've ever had, Steph."

"Told you it would be," Stephanie said.

He grinned at her. "You do have me beat in the kitchen."

Stephanie was not used to getting compliments and she beamed at his praise.

"You could probably compete with my grandmother." he added.

"Well, you must have gotten it honest then," Stephanie said, remembering him telling her how great a cook his mother was as well. "And they must be so proud of you. Wanting to be a doctor and all."

Gabriel nodded. "I was always interested in medicine but it wasn't until my mom got sick that I knew this was what I wanted to do."

"You're going to be a great doctor," Stephanie said. "You already are." She held up her wrist.

"Glad to hear that's doing better," he told her.

"Thanks to you," Stephanie said. "I don't normally go to the hospital after he does these things, but the pain was so bad."

"It was broken," Gabriel said. "Of course it hurt."

"I never thought I would be one of those girls, you know?" Stephanie said setting her fork aside. "I always said that if someone ever laid a finger on me, I'd be done. The first time he did it, he felt so terrible afterwards. And I took him back. I should have run, but I was scared and he knew that and took advantage of it."

Gabriel shook his head. "I'd never do that. It’s unacceptable."

Stephanie started to cry and Gabriel quickly stood up and walked around the table. He gathered her up in his arms and hugged her tightly.

"I hate him so much sometimes," she sobbed.

Gabriel ran his hands through her hair in a comforting fashion. "I know, Steph. I know."

Stephanie closed her eyes and for a brief moment, allowed herself to enjoy being in his embrace. Gabriel pulled away for a moment to look at her and he brushed a tear from her cheek. Without thinking, he felt himself leaning in. Stephanie caught her breath and her eyes fluttered closed.

Gabriel brushed his lips lightly against hers. Her whole body trembled at his gentle touch and Stephanie leaned into his kiss.

He had not realised how long he had wanted to do this until he had her in his arms. It felt right. She barely realised that he had pulled her to her feet and was leading her into the living room to a sofa.

"Steph," Gabriel whispered bringing her down to the sofa.

Stephanie couldn't bring herself to say anything. Instead they kissed again. She had dreamt about what this would be like and her dreams did not come anywhere close to the real thing. They lay back on the sofa and Gabriel gently ran his hands up over her back. Stephanie arched against him as he trailed kisses down her neck.

"Gabe," she murmured. "That's amazing..."

"You're amazing," he said against her skin.

"I am?" she asked.

Gabriel looked down at her. "So amazing."

"I... I don't hear that very often," she said, her eyes skipping away.

Gabriel touched her cheek. "You should. You should hear it every day."

"He would never do that," Stephanie replied.

"He's a fool," Gabriel said kissing her once again.

Stephanie pushed thoughts of Tony out of her head. Perhaps Gabriel was right. She could do better.

Gabriel wrapped his arms around her and she rested her head on his chest. He wanted her, but he did not want to push her into something she was not ready for.

"I feel safe right now," she said softly.

Gabriel kissed the top of her head. "I'm glad."

"Do you really mean it when you say I'm amazing?" she asked.

"You are," Gabriel said softly. "Inside and out. And you have this smile...that lights up the whole room. Makes me smile, too." Stephanie had never heard herself described in such a manner and she blushed. "You're smart and funny and you're an excellent cook," Gabriel continued. "And you're beautiful."

"I'm okay," she said.

"I realise I have a black eye, but my vision is normally spot on," Gabriel said poking her in the side. "And to me, you're beautiful."

"Thanks, Gabe." Stephanie said softly.

"Get some sleep, Steph," Gabriel said to her.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

Gabriel nodded. "I'll be right here."

Stephanie gave him another kiss. "Thanks again, Gabe."

"You're worth it, Steph," Gabriel said smiling at her.

Stephanie closed her eyes and within a few moments she was fast asleep. Gabriel did not fall asleep right away. He thought about the events of the night. He was going to convince her to file a restraining order against Tony. And... He would have to figure out what he wanted to do about Melanie.

*** *** ***

When Ashley had heard the news about her grandfather she was granted a three day holiday to go back home to see him. She knew she'd have a lot of work to catch up on when she got back but she didn't mind. She'd arrived home late the previous night and slept in a bit the next morning. Her grandfather was still at St. Mungos and was not in the best spirits. Ashley had never seen him like this and it broke her heart.

She got dressed and twisted her hair back into a ponytail before going downstairs where her mother had some tea and scones.

"I have to check in at Hogwarts," Julie said to her. "But I'll meet you at the hospital around lunch."

"Thanks Mum," Ashley said gratefully.

Julie smiled. "Thank you for coming home. I know it doesn't seem like it, but it means the world to your grandfather to have all of us around."

"I wouldn't have missed it," Ashley said, sipping her tea. "Grandpa would do it for me."

Julie gave her daughter's shoulder a squeeze. "I'll see you later, love."

Ashley sat back in the chair as she munched on her scone. She'd gotten an owl from Brittany expressing her sorrow over what had happened to Harry and she was going to see if she could get a day or two off to come home to be there for her.

Ashley picked up the Daily Prophet and rolled her eyes. They had been running "Potter Death Watch" stories from the moment they had discovered Harry Potter was in hospital.
She rolled her eyes as she read an article by Rita Skeeter talking about how the healers expected Harry to combust at any time. The doorbell chimed and Ashley set the paper aside and got to her feet. She opened the door and was floored to see Zander standing there.

"Hi," Zander said quietly.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

"I heard about your grandfather," Zander said. "And Brittany said you were home and I, um, wanted to see how you were."

"I'm all right," Ashley stepped aside so he could come in.

Zander stepped inside. "How is your grandfather?"

"We aren't sure yet," Ashley replied. "He's alive, at least..."

Zander nodded and seemed to not know what to say.

Ashley took pity on him. "I was just having some breakfast, would you like to join me?" she asked.

"Sure," he nodded. "Did you have a lie in?"

"Yeah," Ashley replied. "I didn't get in until late."

He sat down as she got him a cup of tea. "How's your tour going?"

She did not have to ask how he liked his tea, she knew him so well. "It's great. I'm learning a lot and the people are really nice."

"Sounds great," he said honestly.

Ashley set a cup of tea before him. She hesitated a moment before sitting down. This was all so strange. She had not seen him since that day at the beach and that seemed like an eternity ago. It was bizarre to sit here with him like nothing had happened. "How's your internship going with the London Philharmonic?" Ashley asked. When he looked surprised that she knew, she smiled nervously. "Brit told me."

"Oh," he nodded. "It's great. I really love it."

Ashley struggled for something else to say. "And your mum and dad?"

"Good," he answered. "They were asking about you the other day."

Ashley smiled. "Tell them I said hello."

"I will," he nodded. "They miss you."

"I miss them too," Ashley said softly.

Zander sat back in his chair. "Ash... I'm hoping we can be friends again."

Ashley looked at him. "Friends?"

"Yeah," he answered.

Ashley met his gaze. She had missed his friendship, but she was not so certain that they could be just friends. The idea of watching him date other girls made her stomach hurt.

"I miss having you," he said. "To talk to, to write to..."

"You slammed the door in my face," Ashley reminded him. "You said some horrible things to me, Zander."

"I know," Zander scuffed his foot on the floor. She did not tell him that when she had heard about her grandfather, she had wanted to contact him. "I just had a lot of things wrong," Zander made excuse. "And I'm sorry."

"My grandparents had a big row the night before his accident," Ashley told him. "They both said some hateful things and my grandmother was beside herself thinking that the last words she had with him were..." Ashley's voice broke.

Zander moved into the chair next to hers. "That had to be rough... especially since he sort of well... died for a few minutes."

Ashley nodded, her lower lip trembling.

"Come here, Ash." he said, pulling her into his arms. Ashley buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed. "He's all right," Zander reassured her.

Ashley shook her head. "I've never seen him like this, Zander."

"But he's Harry Potter," Zander said. "He can do anything."

"That's what I've always thought too," Ashley said wiping at her eyes.

"He's going to be fine," Zander said again. "I know it." Ashley rested her head on his shoulder and Zander held her. "When are you going to the hospital to see him?" he asked after a few minutes.

"I was going to go after breakfast," Ashley said.

"Want some support?" Zander offered.

Ashley pulled away to look at him properly. "You'd do that?"

"Sure," he answered.

"I'd love that," Ashley replied truthfully.

"Good," Zander smiled at her. "How about I take you to lunch somewhere beforehand then?"

Ashley squeezed his hand. "That'd be great. I just---I need to freshen up a bit first."

"Sure," Zander replied. "I can wait."

Ashley stood up and walked out of the kitchen. Zander moved his teacup around the table in a pattern, thinking about her. Brittany had read him the riot act for what he had done but wouldn't say anything else to him now about Ashley unless it was to tell him what she was up to on her tour.

If it was even possible, Zander thought, she was even prettier than he remembered.

He wanted to go upstairs and tell her the truth about how he felt. What he'd really wanted to tell her that night she was standing in front of him at the door. He knew that she was not with Kevin now, which took him by surprise. He wondered if he should risk it and take a chance.

Ashley came back into the kitchen. "Sorry," she said softly.

"It's all right," he shrugged. "Um-- Ash--"

"Yes?" Ashley asked.

"Remember that--" he began.

He was interrupted by a barking Sophie. Ashley knelt down and picked up her dog. "What is it, baby?" she asked. "Hmmm?"

Zander sighed. "Maybe we should get going." He stood back and watched as she put Sophie away. Maybe that was a sign, he thought.

She turned and smiled at him. "Thanks again, Zander. This is really nice of you."

Zander smiled back. "It's what friends are for, right?"

"Always," Ashley said, tucking her arm in his.

"How's your mum coping with this?" Zander asked as they set off.

"Okay," Ashley said. "I mean, she told me she was a mess of course when they thought he was dead... but she's been trying to visit him in the hospital every day since."

"How about Katie?" Zander asked. "Must be tough on her being away at school..."

Ashley shrugged. "She's all right. Katie really just worries about herself.”

"Some things haven't changed," Zander said.

"Not really," Ashley said dryly.

"So, how long are you in town?" Zander asked.

"Just a few more days," she replied.

Zander nodded. "Brit's going to try to get home, but she doesn't know if she can. She wanted me to come and see you." This was a lie. He had spoken to Brittany, but it was not because of his cousin that he was here.

"If she can... if not I understand," she said. "I'm glad she's busy."

"Me too," Zander said.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked him.

Zander nudged her. "Ladies' choice."

"The Leaky Cauldron is fine with me," Ashley said.

Zander smiled. The two of them had some great memories of that place.

"It always smells the same," Ashley said. "That amazing stew..."

"We can bring some to your grandfather," Zander suggested.

"I bet he'd like that," Ashley brightened.

"Has to be better than hospital food," Zander said.

"Ugh," Ashley wrinkled her nose. "That stuff is so gross."

Zander laughed. "Even Emma Weasley draws the line at that."

"I don't know," Ashley said as they took a booth. "I've seen her sneak bites off a hospital tray."

Zander laughed. "Well, this is the same little girl who nicked kibble from her dog, right?"

Ashley laughed too. "But she denies that to this day."

"Kind of like you and Brit and your wild night at that club," Zander remembered.

"The night that never happened," Ashley replied.

Zander nodded. "Yeah, that wasn't Ashley Malfoy dancing on that table..." Ashley's face turned bright red. A grin spread across Zander's face. "I'm glad I got to witness it for myself."

"You can just forget about it now," Ashley threw her coaster at him.

Zander laughed and deftly caught it. "Okay, okay. I'll just go and place our order. You want the usual?"

"Sure," Ashley nodded as she watched him go. She sat back and closed her eyes for a moment when a bright light popped in her face.

"The grief-stricken granddaughter drowns her sorrows in butterbeer," Rita Skeeter said sliding into Zander's empty seat.

"Go away!" Ashley frowned at her.

Rita's quill and pad scribbled furiously above the reporter's head. "How is your grandfather? Is it true that he is on his deathbed?"

"No!" Ashley exclaimed.

"You poor dear," Rita said shaking her head. "In denial."

“I have NOTHING to say to you," Ashley declared.

"Too emotional to talk," Rita said nodding sympathetically.

"What the hell is going on here?" Zander barked.

Rita looked at him as if he was the one interrupting. "And you are?"

"Her best friend," Zander grabbed the parchment and crumpled it up.

"You can't do that!" Rita protested.

"Just did," Zander tossed the parchment into the fireplace. "Now get out ofhere before I throw your quill in with it."

"Why you little---" Rita started to say.

"One more word and it goes," Zander held the wriggling quill and moved towards the fireplace.

"Fine!" Rita exclaimed holding out her hand. "I'll go."

Zander slapped the quill into her palm. "Go."

Rita huffed and stalked out of the pub with her photographer in tow.

"Thanks," Ashley said. "She kept trying to write all these fake things about me and how I feel."

Zander rolled his eyes. "Vulture. I'm sorry you had to deal with that." Ashley shrugged.

"I heard they put a restraining order out on her for St Mungos," Zander said. "I wouldn't put it past her to sneak in."

"She's a sick woman," Ashley shuddered.

"You okay?" Zander asked.

"Fine," she nodded. "Thanks for the drink."

Zander sat back down. Now was not the time to tell her how he felt. She was dealing with far too much. He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach that perhaps there would never be a good time. Maybe he and Ashley were just not meant to be together.

"How long before the food's out?" she asked.

"Five minutes," Zander replied.

"Great," Ashley said. "I know I just had a scone but I'm still hungry. And I can't wait to get to the hospital."

"We'll eat fast," Zander said.

Ashley smiled. "Thanks again. For everything. This helps a lot." That smile of hers got to him every single time, Zander thought. He had missed having her in his life. Things would never be like he wanted, but perhaps that was for the best. At least, he would keep telling himself that. Maybe one day, he would actually believe it.

"It's no problem," he assured her. "You know... I was thinking the other day about that last night of our first year."

"You were?" Ashley asked.

"The forest," he nodded. "That unicorn..."

Ashley smiled at the memory. "I know..."

"The look on Sam's face when he saw pictures of me from every hour..." Zander continued.

Ashley laughed. "Wiped that smug expression off his face. I wish we'd have taken pictures of it."

"I wonder what happened to him," Zander said. "Evan never really says anything about him."

Ashley shrugged. "I know. But, you know, I think he acted that way because he was jealous of you."

"Jealous of me?" he asked. "Really?"

"Of course," Ashley said. "You were smart, funny and you had friends. People like that have to put other people down to make themselves feel better."

"I guess you're right." he nodded.

The bloke behind the bar motioned for Zander, signalling their food was ready. Ashley grinned. "I am always right, Mr. Murray, don't you know that by now?"

"I learned that about all girls," he returned as he got up.

They enjoyed their lunch and the conversation that flowed easily between the two friends. They stayed far away from that last day in Brighton which was probably for the best.

Authors' note: Tonight's chapter checks in with Harry/Hermione at the hospital. Will a visit from Ashley help him? And how are things at Hogwarts with the younger generation? Please read and review!

A little while later, they arrived at St. Mungos with food for Hermione and Harry. Her grandfather was in a therapy session, but her grandmother was waiting for him in the room. Hermione smiled warmly at her granddaughter. Ashley noticed how tired her grandmother looked and she felt tears well up in her eyes. "How---how is he today, Grandma?" Ashley asked.

"He's all right," Hermione answered, yawning. "He's frustrated."

"How about you?" Ashley asked. "Have you gotten any sleep?"

"A little," Hermione hugged her granddaughter.

"Grandma, you should get some sleep," Ashley chastised. "Go home and freshen up."

"I don't want to leave him," Hermione shook her head.

"We brought some food, Minister Potter," Zander said.

"I thought something smelled good," Hermione said.

"Fresh from the Leaky Cauldron," Ashley said. She decided not to mention the run in with Rita Skeeter.

"We have enough for both you and Mr. Potter," Zander said.

"Thank you, Zander," Hermione said gratefully. "You and Ashley were very kind to do that for us."

"My mum will be by in a bit," Ashley said.

Hermione nodded. "You just missed Ethan and Maddie."

Ashley frowned. "Did they have the kids with them?"

"Just Gwyn," Hermione replied. "Luna and Ron are watching the babies and Kiera's at school."

"I want to try and see everyone while I'm here," Ashley said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know when I'll be back... maybe not until Christmas."

"That's so far away," Zander commented without thinking.

"Too far," Hermione agreed. "But we're happy for you, doing what you get to do, Ash."

Ashley smiled. "It's been great so far. I'll have to show you some of my sketches later and some of my photos."

"Your grandfather would probably love to see them," Hermione said.

"I still can't believe this has happened to him," Ashley commented, sitting down on the empty bed.

"It's like I keep telling him," Hermione said. "I'd rather have him like this than... the alternative."

"I couldn't agree more," Saffron said, entering the room with Edward and Andrew. Edward squirmed in her arms when he saw Ashley.

"Ash-ee!" Edward squealed.

Ashley giggled. "Hi Ed!"

He reached for her and Ashley took him from Saffron. "Saffy, he's getting so big!" Ashley gushed, hugging him to her.

"I know," Saffron replied. "He grows too fast for me."

Andrew clapped Zander on the back. "Good to see you, mate."

"Hey Andrew," Zander said. He had always been a little in awe around him and RJ Weasley and that hadn't worn off in the last few years.

"Where's Dad?" Saffron asked looking around.

"He should be done with his therapy session soon," Hermione said.

"I was trying to convince Grandma to go home and get some sleep," Ashley said.

Saffron crossed her arms. "Mum... you said yesterday you'd go home and rest up."

Hermione waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine, Saffy."

"You're exhausted," Saffron countered. "Doesn't she look exhausted, Andrew?"

Andrew suddenly became very interested in the food on the table.

"He's playing it safe," Ashley smiled as she hugged Edward to her.

Saffron put her hands on her hips and looked at her mother. "Mum, I'm worried about you."

"Saffron, I am staying with your father," Hermione said firmly.

"And people wonder where I got my stubbornness from," Saffron commented.

"They don't have to look far," Andrew muttered. Zander and Ashley shared an amused look.

"Andrew agrees with me," Saffron said, smiling at her husband. "Mum, just go home for a half hour and freshen up. We won't leave until you come back."

Hermione sighed. "Okay, but I'm waiting until your father gets back from therapy."

"Maybe if you hurry you'll be back before he is," Saffron said.

"She's not going to give it a rest, Grandma," Ashley said.

Hermione sighed. "You are too much like me, Saffron. Fine. I'll go home and shower and be right back here."

Saffron grinned. "See? If more people listened to me, the world would be a much happier, calmer place."

Hermione fought a smile. "Ten minutes."

"A small victory," Saffron said. "But a victory just the same." She gave her mother a hug. "I'm just worried about you, Mum."

"I'll be just fine," Hermione replied. "Who's the parent here?"

Saffron laughed. "Get out of here."

"Nice, Saffy," Andrew told his wife after Hermione left.

"What?" Saffron asked. "She hasn't left here since Dad was admitted."

"Maybe she'll take a kip when she gets home," Ashley said, still cuddling Edward in her arms.

"I hope so," Saffron said. She leaned against Andrew.

Ashley smiled at her aunt and uncle. "How's Ellie?"

Saffron grinned at the mention of her daughter. "Good. She keeps telling me she wants to draw just as good as her cousin, Ashley."

Andrew chuckled. "You should see her stick people."

Zander laughed. "They probably look better than mine."

"How is your internship?" Saffron asked him.

"I'm learning a lot," Zander replied. "And it's been great..."

"Have you written anything new lately?" Ashley asked him.

Zander nodded. "Yeah. I'll let you listen to the demos if you'd like."

"I would love that," Ashley said. They all stood up as the door opened and Harry was wheeled inside.

Edward clapped his hands together. "Gampa!"

Harry seemed surprised to see them all. "Where's Hermione?"

"We finally convinced her to go home and get some sleep and freshen up," Saffron said. "But, she'll be back. And Zander and Ashley brought you some food."

Harry hadn't noticed his granddaughter sitting there. "Ashley! When did you get home?"

"Last night!" Ashley exclaimed, handing Edward back to Saffron so she could hug her grandfather.

Harry managed a smile as the healer went to transfer him from the chair to the bed. "Easy!" he barked.

"Sorry," The healer said hastily.

"This is ridiculous," Harry grumbled. "What is the hold-up? I want to start walking again!"

"Give it time, Mr. Potter," the healer said.

"I don't HAVE time," Harry snapped.

"Daddy, you have time," Saffron said trying to calm him. "You survived."

"Time," Edward repeated.

"See?" Saffron asked.

Harry lay back against the pillows and Ashley gingerly gave him a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay, Grandpa." she said.

Harry managed a smile. "Thanks, Ashley."

"Are you hungry?" she asked. "You must be."

Harry nodded.

"Zander and I brought you and Grandma some stew from the Leaky Cauldron," Ashley said as Zander handed her the bag. Harry did not say anything as Ashley placed the food before him.

"Dad?" Saffron asked, concerned. "Are you all right?"

"Just fine," Harry muttered.

"Eat," Edward said to his grandfather.

Even Harry had to smile at that. "Okay, mate."

Ashley felt more relieved as Harry began to eat his stew. She felt someone reach for her hand and she smiled when she saw it was Zander. His presence here was comforting and it felt so familiar, like something she could always depend on.

"You did well, Miss Malfoy," he said softly.

"It's hard seeing him like this," she whispered. "Unable to really do anything."

Zander nodded. He knew how much Ashley loved her grandfather and how hard this must be for her.

Hermione chose that moment to arrive back and Saffron was relieved to see her looking a bit more refreshed.

Ashley and Zander excused themselves, leaving Saffron, Andrew and Edward alone with Hermione and Harry. Hermione pecked her husband on the cheek. "How was your therapy session? " she asked.

"You mean where they sat and poured potions and cast spells on my legs?" Harry asked irritably.

"Yes," Hermione said calmly.

"They won't let me walk," Harry snapped.

"It's not that they won't," Hermione said. "Harry, it's that you can't."

"Yes I can," Harry said stubbornly.

Edward crawled over to where Hermione was standing and tugged on her skirt.

"Oh my," Hermione looked down at her grandson. "Hello, darling.”

"Up!" Edward held his arms up.

Hermione smiled and lifted him into her arms. "Here's a face I can't say no to." He beamed at her and put his arms around her neck. Hermione felt better as she kissed her grandson's cheek.

"We'll bring Ellie by after school," Saffron promised.

"I don't want any more visitors today," Harry said angrily. "I want to try walking."

Saffron sat down. "Daddy, the healers said that you shouldn't push yourself too fast."

"It's my body," Harry said. "I know how hard I can push myself."

"How about the magic?" Saffron asked. "Any change on that?"

"His levels have risen a bit," Hermione said.

Saffron grinned. "Daddy, that's fantastic!"

He shrugged. "Still can't do anything."

Hermione looked at Saffron. "Sweetheart, would you go down to the cafeteria and get a cup of coffee for me?" She wanted a moment alone with her husband.

"Sure," Saffron took her son. "Come on Andrew."

"Thanks," Hermione said.

When they were alone, she looked back at Harry. "What is going on?"

"Nothing," Harry replied tersely.

"Harry, you're alive," Hermione said. "I'd rather you never walk again than not be here at all."

"You don't understand," Harry grumbled. "None of you do."

"Help me understand," Hermione said. "Please. I just want to help you, Harry." Harry just shook his head. "Why not?" she asked.

"Everyone expects me to be grateful to be alive," Harry said angrily. "I can't walk, Hermione! I can't do magic! What the hell am I good for?"

"No one in this room loves you because you can walk and do magic, or the other way around," Hermione said. "We love you because you're important to us."

Harry ran a hand through his hair. "I wish I was home."

"Why don't I see what I can do about that?" she asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Why can't we move you home?" Hermione asked. "You can recuperate there, and we can have the healers come to us. We'll hire on more staff so we have people around the clock."

"I'd like that," Harry said quietly.

"Okay," Hermione brushed his hair back. "Let's get you out of here."

Harry put his hand over hers. "This is the most frustrating thing I've ever had to go through, Hermione. I'm sorry that I'm taking it out on you."

"I know you're frustrated," Hermione said. "But I just want to help you."

Harry nodded. "I know."

"Don't push me out," Hermione said gently.

He realised how hard this must be for his wife. He had been too busy feeling sorry for himself. "I promise," he said.

Hermione leaned in and gave him a kiss. "I'll go speak to the healers now."

"Thanks, my love," Harry said.

"I’ll be right back," she smiled at him.

Once he was alone, Harry held up his hand and muttered a simple incantation. He waved his hand, but nothing happened.

"Damn it," he swore in frustration. He'd taken his magic for granted, as it had been a part of his life for so long. Lestrange and Josephine Hilson had taken something very important from him. But he would do everything in his power to get it all back. He was Harry Potter, after all. He could do anything when he put his mind to it.

*** *** ***

Katie walked into the Great Hall that evening holding Bradley's hand. He had been quite a shoulder to lean on these last few days in light of what had happened with her grandfather. Though Katie was worried about her grandfather, she had to admit she liked everyone coming up to her to offer their sympathy and see how she was doing.

She especially liked that Bradley had been so attentive to her. They had spent all their free time together and he was doing his best to keep her spirits up.

He gave her a quick kiss before heading to the Ravenclaw table. If there was one rule Katie hated about Hogwarts is that you had to eat all meals with your house. She remembered how when her aunt was at school students could often switch tables but it had started getting out of hand, and the headmaster had had to put a stop to it. She took her usual seat at the head of the table with Lindsey on her right side.

"How are you holding up?" Lindsey asked her.

"Fine," Katie said. "I would be better if Bradley were sitting here..."

"I meant about your grandfather," Lindsey said. "I was wondering if you had heard anything."

"I know you meant him," Katie replied. "And he's all right... he still can't walk, but I guess they're letting him go home to try and recuperate there."

One of the first-year Slytherins looked sympathetically at her. "Can I get you anything?"

"No thank you," Katie said. "But it was awfully nice of you to offer. What was your name again?"

"Tegan," the girl replied.

Katie nodded. "Why don't you join Lindsey and me tonight?"

Tegan beamed at her. "Really?"

"She wouldn't ask if she wasn't serious," Lindsey said.

Tegan nodded eagerly.

Katie filled her plate as the food appeared in front of them. "Honestly, these house elves never think of calories, do they?"

Lindsey shook her head. "No. Maybe we should suggest something to your mum?"

"Good idea," Katie nodded. "Tegan, it's never too early to start worrying about your figure."

The younger girl nodded as if taking mental notes. Katie liked this girl. She had a feeling she would be useful. Katie saw Caroline and Emma enter the Great Hall and she gave them a wave. "Late for a meal, Em?" Katie called out teasingly. "Thought I'd never see the day!"

"I hate homework!" Emma complained.

"Me too," Katie agreed. She looked at Caroline. "Speaking of which, I was wondering if you might help me on an essay..."

"Sure," Caroline replied. "After dinner?"

Katie nodded. "I'll meet you in the library. Thanks, Caroline."

Caroline smiled as Emma pulled her over to the Gryffindor table.

"I have a class with her," Tegan said to Katie. "She gets into loads of trouble!"

"Really?" Katie asked.

Tegan nodded. "But, she's funny."

"Em's really sweet," Katie replied. "I've grown up with them."

"They're sweet because they're poor," a haughty voice chimed in from the other side of the table.

Katie raised an eyebrow and looked over to see Angelica Brocklehurst glaring at them. "What did you say?" Katie asked her.

"Are you deaf, Malfoy?" the second year asked.

Katie looked at Lindsey for confirmation that someone was actually speaking to her that way. "Ignore her," Lindsey said. "She's Jemima's clone."

Katie shot the girl a warning look before returning her attention to her food.

"What's wrong with the Weasleys?" Tegan asked.

"Nothing," Katie replied. "Nothing is wrong with them. They're great people unlike some others I know."

"I could say the same for you after what you did to my sister," Angelica said icily.

"Your sister got what she deserved," Katie shot back.

"She got beaten at her own game," Lindsey added.

Angelica rolled her eyes. "So you say."

"And I say," Lindsey replied. "I was there."

"As was I," Katie said. "And this conversation is boring. Now, as I was saying, Tegan..."

"Jemima told me some things about you," Angelica interrupted. "How you couldn't read--"

Katie put her hands on the table and the table shook from the force of it. "Listen, you half-wit. I don't know if you're aware of this, but you do not want to be on my bad side." Everyone looked startled at Katie's display of wandless magic, including a few Hufflepuffs at the next table over.

"Wow," Tegan whispered.

"I'm not afraid of you," Angelica said, but without much conviction.

"You should be," Lindsay warned.

"Don't mess with me," Katie said coldly. "You WILL regret it."

"Whatever," Angelica said getting to her feet. "At least I'm not embarrassing Slytherin with your hand-me down friends and Ravenclaw boyfriend."

"You're just jealous," Katie said. "Because I'm not afraid to have friends outside our house."

Angelica tossed her hair and stalked out of the Great Hall.

"Follower," Katie muttered, sitting down.

Lindsey nodded in agreement. "Lesson Number One, Tegan. Don't associate with people like her."

Tegan shook her head. "I won't."

Katie was about to add something when a brown owl suddenly dropped a letter in her lap.

Post did not normally come at night so Katie hoped it was not something bad about her grandfather. But, then again, her mother would never let her know by owl post.

"What's this?" she wondered, opening it up.

"Katie, I'm in Rome right now and just heard the news about your grandfather. I know how much he means to you and Ashley so I wanted to write to let you know I'm thinking of you. If there's anything I can do, please let me know. Kevin"

A smile spread across her face and a tiny thrill shot through her. "It's from Kevin," she told Lindsey.

Lindsey grinned. "Really? Wow..."

"Who's Kevin?" Tegan asked.

"He's perfect," Katie said dreamily.

"He used to date her sister Ashley," Lindsey told Tegan. "You've probably heard of him--"

"The lead singer of Stone's Throw?" Tegan asked in awe.

"The one and only," Katie nodded.

Katie looked at the letter once more. She could not believe he had actually written to her. He was on tour for Merlin's sake, Katie thought. He had taken time out from that to write to her.

She smiled and tucked the letter into her pocket. Perhaps she'd write him back later. After dinner, she rejoined Bradley. He had a prefect meeting but he had agreed to walk her to the library to meet Caroline. She gave his hand a squeeze.

"What was going on at your table?" he asked her.

"Unnecessary drama," Katie replied, deciding not to tell him about Kevin’s letter. "Some second year thinking she could take me on."

"Doesn't she know better?" he joked.

Katie laughed. "She should."

Bradley put his arm around her. "That's my girl."

Katie leaned against him and felt a twinge of guilt for reacting the way she had to Kevin's letter. "So will you walk me back to my house after your meeting?" she asked.

Bradley held the library door open for her. "Of course." He followed her over to the table where Caroline was waiting. "Hiya, Caroline," he said warmly.

Caroline smiled. "Hi Bradley. What's up?"

"Nothing much," he replied. "I was going to congratulate you on the match yesterday. You guys were great against Hufflepuff."

Caroline's smile turned into a grin. "Thanks. It was a fun match."

"She's being modest," Katie said proudly. "If it wasn't for her, Gryffindor would not have won."

Caroline blushed. "Well... our Seeker managed to catch the Snitch--"

"And she's an even better friend because she's going to help me with my essay," Katie interjected, eager to get the attention back on herself.

"Right," Caroline nodded. "I already got some books you might need."

Katie beamed at her. "She's the greatest, isn't she, Bradley?"

"Sure," he nodded. "The best."

Caroline blushed and looked down at her books.

"I'll see you later," Katie stepped in front of Caroline and smiled up at him. "Have fun at your meeting..."

Bradley gave her a kiss. "I'll see you in about an hour."

"Okay," Katie gave him another kiss, keeping him close for a moment. Caroline looked away.

"Bye," Bradley said, stumbling over a book someone had left on the floor. Katie giggled.

"Are you okay?" Caroline asked.

"I'm fantastic," Katie said. "Why?"

"I meant Bradley," Caroline replied. "Since he almost fell."

"I'm fine," Bradley said. "Thanks, Caroline."

Caroline smiled at him before turning to her books.

Katie saw this and frowned. Did Caroline still fancy her boyfriend? She glared momentarily at her brunette friend. She knew Caroline would never try to make a pass at Bradley but she had a feeling that Caroline fancied him a bit too.

"So," Katie said unpacking her books. "You--um, do you have your eye on anyone?"

"What?" Caroline seemed startled by the question.

"Do you fancy anyone?" Katie asked.

Caroline quickly shook her head.

"We should work on that," Katie said. She turned to get something else out of her bag, not realising the letter from Kevin had slipped out on the table.

"What's that?" Caroline asked.

"What?" Katie asked following Caroline's gaze. "Oh! That's just a letter from a friend."

"Oh," Caroline replied.

Katie decided she would confide in her best friend. "Promise not to tell anyone?"

"Cross my heart," Caroline nodded.

"Kevin wrote to me!" Katie gushed. "Can you believe it? He was worried about me because of what happened with my grandfather."

"That was nice," Caroline replied. "I wonder if he wrote to Ashley, too."

"I doubt it since they didn't have the nicest of break-ups," Katie said.

"It was still nice of him to write to you," Caroline said. She wondered why Katie was so excited about this if she had Bradley for support, but she decided not to question it.

"I know, right?" Katie asked. "I'm going to write him back tonight. I mean, he's on tour! And he took time to write to me!"

"That's really cool," Caroline smiled at her.

Katie also told her about Angelica's comments. "I really do not want to deal with this right now. Jemima graduates and then I have that clone pop up in her place."

"Why would she just assume my family is poor?" Caroline asked. "I mean... what my mum and dad make is no one else's business."

"And your robes are not second-hand," Katie pointed out. "Don't worry. I put that troll in her place."

"Thanks," Caroline said. "I'm glad Em didn't have to hear that."

"Me too," Katie said. "Speaking of which, where is my favourite little redhead?"

"She decided she didn't have enough at dinner, so she was going to sneak into the kitchens then go back to the tower," Caroline shook her head.

Katie laughed. "Em is something else, Caroline."

"And one of a kind," Caroline giggled.

"We couldn't handle more than one of her," Katie said. "Okay, let's get to work. I have to write a six-foot essay on the many uses of Wolfsbane."

"I found this book that will help a lot." Caroline said. "You can probably get most of your essay from here."

Katie beamed at her. "Caroline, you are a lifesaver!"

"I just like to read and I come across a lot of things," Caroline said modestly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Katie said taking the book from her friend.

The two girls worked in companionable silence for a little while, the only sound was Katie's quill scratching across her parchment. She sighed as she looked at Kevin's letter. With everything that had been going on and with her relationship with Bradley, she had honestly not given much thought to the older boy. But, this letter changed everything.

She pulled it closer and read it again. Katie couldn't wait to write him back. The only thing now was to think of what to say. She hurriedly wrote back to him and folded the parchment into her pocket.

"How's your essay?" Caroline asked.

"Fine," Katie said. "Um---actually, I've forgotten something in my room. I'll be right back. Will you keep an eye on my stuff?"

"Sure," Caroline nodded.

Katie practically ran out of the library and Caroline shook her head. She returned her attention to her Potions homework. "Caroline?" Bradley asked, tapping her on her shoulder.

"Oh!" she said. "You startled me!"

"Sorry," Bradley said, taking Katie's vacated seat. "Where's Katie?"

"She said she had to run back to her room for a minute," Caroline said. "She'll be right back."

"My meeting finished early," Bradley explained.

"I wonder if I'll get named a Prefect next year," Caroline said.

"You?" Bradley asked, teasingly. "What with you getting into trouble all the time..."

"Oh right," Caroline joked. "Me, on the straight and narrow."

"I think you will," Bradley said. "I'll put in a good word for you."

"If you think that would help, thanks," Caroline nodded.

Bradley smiled. "You have some ink on your nose---"

"Oh I do?" Caroline asked. "Yuck, sorry."

"Here, let me help," Bradley said reaching into his pocket for his handkerchief.

Caroline blushed as he reached over and wiped her nose for her. "Thanks," she said softly.

"No problem," Bradley said.

“So um… Katie will be right back,” Caroline said again as she shuffled a few of her papers.

"She seems okay, right?" Bradley asked. "I'm worried about her since this happened with her grandfather. She wishes she could go home to see him."

"I think she'll be all right," Caroline nodded. "I mean, he's alive, and he and her grandma seem determined to get him back on his feet."

Bradley nodded. "Yeah. I just don't like seeing her sad."

"Me either," Caroline said. "She really does care about her family."

"It's one of the things I like the best about her," Bradley said. "And she cares about you, too. You know, she said that she was glad that the two of you were friends again."

Caroline smiled. "It has been nice."

"We should do something nice for her," Bradley said thoughtfully. "Maybe this weekend in Hogsmeade."

"That's a great idea," Caroline agreed.

Bradley grinned just as Katie came back into the library looking out of breath.

"Hey," she brightened upon seeing him. "Did your meeting get out early?"

Bradley reached for her hand. "It did."

"I'm still working on my essay," Katie said. "Want to help me?"

"Sure," Bradley said. "Where'd you run off to anyway?"

"I sent a letter to my sister," Katie lied. "She---she's gone back on her tour. Vienna."

"Vienna's nice," Bradley said. "My uncle lives there."

"Really?" Katie asked. "This is the first time Ash's ever been. She was really looking forward to it."

"She likes to draw, doesn't she?" Bradley asked. "Vienna will be a dream come true."

"I hope so," Katie said thinking of her sister. She just hoped that whatever Ashley was doing now, she was happy. And perhaps had moved on from whatever feelings she had for Zander.

Authors' note: We hope that you like tonight's chapter---please read and review! And check at the Orkut group for chapter previews for next week's chapter! And a special shout-out to my co-author, Heaven---Happy Birthday!!!!!!!

Zander was meeting his cousin for breakfast before heading to the Philharmonic. She was back in town for a few days while the band was on a short hiatus from touring. It was nice having her back, but it felt like something was missing from their trio. Ashley. He had not seen her in a few weeks, but she was still very much on his mind.

"Earth to Zander," Brittany said. "I've been waving to you for like twenty minutes..."

"Sorry," Zander said walking over to her and sitting down. She was already nursing a cup of coffee. "Have a lot on my mind."

"I bet I know what you're thinking about," she said.

Zander rolled his eyes. "I am not thinking about highlighting my hair, Brit."

"I still maintain that you'd look good with some blond," Brittany said. "But that's not what I mean."

Zander chuckled. "What do you mean, then?"

"Ashley," she said.

"You turn into a Seer now?" Zander asked, standing up. "I'm going to order."

"You can avoid the topic all you want but it doesn't change the fact that you love her," Brittany said bluntly.

Zander sat back down. "And what brings you to this brilliant conclusion, Brit? I told you to stay out of my love life. I'm---I'm trying to move on."

"How?" she asked.

Zander shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Um..."

"Did you know Kevin asked Ashley for another chance when we were in Rome?" Brittany asked. "And she turned him down."

Zander had not known this. He was a little angry that he was just finding out about this now, but then again, what did it matter. Just because she turned Kevin down, did not mean much. "So?" Zander asked trying too hard to sound like he did not care.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Do I have to spell it out for you? She turned him down because she has feelings for YOU!"

Zander folded his arms. "And she told you this?"

"Kind of," Brittany said. "That night you shut the door in her face."

Zander shook his head. "That was months ago, Brit."

Brittany sighed heavily. "Are you KIDDING me?"

"If she felt that way months ago, what makes you so sure she feels that way now?" Zander asked.

"Why wouldn't she?" Brittany was exasperated. "If she wasn't interested in you anymore she wouldn't have turned Kevin down!"

Zander narrowed his eyes at her. "This isn't some trick on your part, is it?"

"Why would I do that?" she asked

"Trying to play matchmaker?" Zander asked with a shrug. "Look, I don't know. I do know that I have a long day today and I should probably grab my coffee to go and head to work…"

"Fine," Brittany said. "But you're a moron if you don't go look for her and tell her how you feel."

Zander stood up again. "I'll see you around, Brit."

"I'll see you at dinner later," Brittany said. "My folks invited all of you over."

Zander decided to forego the coffee and head straight for work. It was just what he needed to get his mind off of Ashley. Damn Brittany, Zander thought to himself. Trying to make him think he had a chance when for all he knew, Ashley was snogging some bloke on her art tour. But Brittany wasn’t the vicious sort. She wouldn’t send him on a wild goose chase if she didn’t believe that Ashley had feelings for him as well.

Zander sighed and saw the Philharmonic's office straight ahead. He had no time for this. Today was a big day and perhaps he would talk about this with Ashley when she came home for Christmas hols.

He stopped in the middle of the pavement. He could either go in to work and live his life as he did any other day, or he could do something about Ashley.

He found himself turning around and heading toward an alley where he could Apparate. It was still quite early and he hoped he would not wake up Ashley's parents. But, he had no clue where she was at the moment and hehoped they would be able to help. Zander pounded on the door.

Nick came and answered it a few moments later. "Zander?" he asked. "What brings you by?"

"I'm sorry that it's so early," Zander apologised. "But, I needed to know where Ashley is...right now."

"She's in Vienna for the next few days," Nick replied.

Zander nodded. "Do you know where they're staying?"

"Uh... I think we have it written down somewhere," Nick said. "Why don't you come in?"

"Thanks, Mr. Malfoy," Zander said gratefully. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "It's not an emergency or anything. I just---I have to tell her something that's long overdue."

Nick gave him a knowing look. "Come on. We have her itinerary in the kitchen."

Zander followed Ashley's father and watched as the older man pulled a piece of paper from the refrigerator. "It's the Grand Hotel Wien," Nick said, writing down the name and address for him.

"Thanks," Zander said, taking the piece of parchment. "I really appreciate it."

"Good luck," Nick said.

"Thank you sir," Zander replied. "I may need it."

Zander pocketed the paper and said a quick goodbye to Ashley's father. He had no idea what he was going to do or say when he saw Ashley, but he had a feeling it would all come to him the moment he saw her.

He got to Vienna and was able to locate her hotel. Perhaps her group hadn't yet left for the day and he would catch her.

The woman at the front desk smiled warmly at him. "Hallo, Guten Morgen."

"Uh... hi..." Zander mumbled. "Um... can you tell me what room Ashley Malfoy is staying in?"

She shook her head. "I'm sorry, sir. We aren't allowed to give out that information."

"Can you just ring her for me then?" he asked.

"Very well," the woman said, tapping at the keyboard. Zander watched expectantly as the woman picked up the telephone.

"Sorry," the woman offered. "No answer."

Zander frowned. "She's with a group. Art students. Do you know if they've left for the day?"

"I just came on duty," the woman said. "Let me ask..."

"Thank you," Zander said.

The woman came back after a moment. "They left two hours ago," she reported. "I'm sorry, sir."

Zander wanted to laugh. "Of course they did."

"Did you need a room?" she asked.

Zander thought for a moment. "Um, yes."

The woman booked him into a room and Zander stuffed the key into his pocket as he left. He had no idea where a group of artists would have gone to draw.

Zander looked around the beautiful city and decided he would just start walking. He spent the entire day walking around parks, churches and other interesting buildings. It was frustrating and he hoped he hadn't missed her if she had gone back to the hotel and then left again.

While Zander contemplated his next move, the object of his search was putting away her sketch book and pencils. Ashley shivered in the cold. She was ready to go back to the hotel and perhaps order room service. It had been a long, but productive day. She had some amazing sketches.

Her work was not up its usual standard though. Ashley usually found more passion in her art but today they were simply sketches. Part of her felt empty and she knew why.

She had not seen or heard from him, but he was always on her mind.

"Malfoy," a voice drawled. "Why so down? We're in this amazing city..."

Ashley turned. "Henry, for the last time, I am not going out with you guys tonight."

"Why not?" he pouted. "We're not ONLY going to those clubs you know...."

Ashley laughed. "Oh? Where else are you going then?"

Henry was silent a moment. "Okay, maybe we are... but at least you won't have to worry about anyone hitting on you."

"And that's a plus how?" one of girls chimed in. "Oh, that's right. We can watch all the blokes hitting on you."

"Well I AM gorgeous," Henry struck a pose, making them all laugh.

"And oh so modest," Ashley teased.

Henry slung an arm around her. "Malfoy, when you've got it, you flaunt it."

Ashley looked up at him. "Is that so?"

"You know it," he said flippantly.

Ashley laughed and looked down at the city streets below them. "I don't know if Austria can handle---"

"What is it?" Henry asked when she stopped talking.

Ashley had locked eyes with a man on the street and she blinked her eyes to make sure it wasn't just a vision. "Zander?" she asked, more to herself than anyone.

Henry laughed and kissed the top of Ashley's head. "My poor delusional friend. I thought we'd decided to put him behind us..."

"No!" Ashley said. "Zander's here!"

He glowered up at her and Ashley wondered why he was so---angry. To her dismay, he turned and started walking away. She grabbed her bag. "I-I'll catch up to you guys at the hotel..."

She rushed downstairs and hurried after him. "Zander!"

He kept walking and Ashley ran to catch up. "Zander Murray!"

Zander just shook his head and sped up.

"Zander, please!" Ashley called out. "Wait!"

"Why?" He asked. "I can't do this anymore, Ash."

Ashley finally caught up to him and grabbed his arm. "Do what? Why are you here?"

"It doesn't matter," he replied.

Ashley shook her head. "Of course it does if it brought you all the way here."

"I was wrong about something," he said. "Again."

Ashley raised an eyebrow. She was completely lost. "Zander, it's been a really long day and all I know is I was up on the roof packing my things and the next thing I know, I see you looking up at me."

Zander looked over at her. "I came to find you... and tell you..."

"Tell me what?" Ashley asked softly. "Zander?"

Zander stared at her for a long moment.

"Zander, you're starting to scare--" Ashley started to say, but her words were cut off when he suddenly pulled her to him and kissed her.

He hadn't known what else to do. Kissing her seemed like the most logical solution and he was overjoyed when she slid her arms around him.

Ashley kissed him back just as fervently. He could not believe this was happening.

"Zander," she pulled away breathlessly. "I love you."

Zander gave her a grin. "That's my line."

"I'm just a bit quicker," Ashley retorted playfully.

Zander kissed her again. "I'm finally catching up. I love you too, Ashley."

She pulled him close and pressed her lips to his. "How did you find me?"

"Your dad," Zander said in between kisses. "He gave me your itinerary."

"Oh," she said softly. "Zander... I'm so happy you're here. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

"What about that bloke you were with just now?" Zander asked.

"Who?" she asked. "You mean Henry?"

Zander shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose."

Ashley shook her head. "Trust me when I say you are far more his type than I am."

"Oh," Zander said, his eyes growing large. "Oh---so there's nothing there, then. I'm such an idiot."

"Stop saying bad things about the bloke I love," Ashley said. "He's amazing."

Zander rested his forehead against hers. "You can't know how long I've wanted to say this to you."

"We've had too many missed chances," Ashley agreed.

Zander nodded and told her how he had spent the entire day, walking the streets of Vienna looking for any sign of her.

"You went all over the place?" she asked incredulously.

"A man on a mission," Zander said. "I came all this way. I was about to give up when I looked up and there you were."

"Like it was meant to be," Ashley said softly. "I can't believe this... finally."

"Finally," Zander said smiling down at her.

Ashley kissed him again, not caring that they were in the middle of a crowded street. The only person that mattered at that moment was the boy holding her so tightly. She never wanted him to let go.

"How long are you here?" she managed to ask.

Zander laughed. "I'm not really sure. This was a spur of the moment decision. I booked a room at your hotel."

"So you're at least staying tonight," Ashley said with a grin.

Zander grinned back at her. "Well..."

"You wouldn't have come all this way otherwise..."

Zander gave her another kiss. "I just wanted to hear you say you wanted me to stay."

"I always want you to stay," Ashley said, closing her eyes as he touched his forehead to hers.

"What do you want to do first?" Zander asked.

"I don't know," she confessed. "We can go back and drop our things off then head out somewhere."

"I'm actually starving," Zander said. "I haven't eaten anything all day."

"There's a good place to eat just by the hotel," Ashley took his hand.

"Perfect," Zander said giving her hand a squeeze. She laughed as he picked her up and swung her around.

"I'm so glad you're here!" Ashley exclaimed.

"I'm glad you stopped me," Zander grinned at her.

He set her down and they headed toward the hotel. Ashley told him about some of the places she had seen.

"I'm absolutely mad about this city," she said. "I can see myself living here someday."

"Really?" Zander asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. "It fits me..."

Zander had thought that very same thing when he had walked the city streets. The city was perfect for her and while he hated the idea of them being apart, he would never dream of holding her back.

"We did a walking tour," Ashley said. "There are a few really neat places I can show you."

"I'm in your hands," Zander said with a grin.

"Yes you are," Ashley said, stopping to kiss him again.

"Brit's going to take complete credit for this," Zander said.

"I know," Ashley said ruefully. "But if it weren't for her pushing..."

Zander shook his head. "We're going to hear 'I told you so' about six-hundred times."

"We can tune her out," Ashley joked. "Or we can just snog..."

"I like that," Zander said as they entered the hotel. "Merlin knows she put us through it enough with her boyfriends."

Ashley laughed. "Come on..."

Zander did not let go of her hand while they waited for the lift. He had so much to tell her and to ask her, but he knew they had all night.

"The pub is just this way," Ashley said after she had dropped her things off and they were back on the street.. "We ate here last night."

"Sounds good," Zander said.

Ashley waited until they were in a booth together and she leaned against him. "This feels like a dream," she said.

Zander nodded. "I nearly told you that day at the hospital when we visited your grandfather, but I didn't think that was a good time."

Ashley nodded. "You're right."

"And of course that night in Brighton," Zander said shaking his head. "I saw you with Kevin and I thought you were together."

Ashley shook her head. "We had just broken up.... and that's why I had come to see you."

"And I was such a great guy to you," Zander said. "Slamming the door in your face. I'm sorry about that, Ash."

"It's all water under the bridge," Ashley said, kissing him. "None of that matters anymore."

Zander nodded. "It was supposed to happen here. It was supposed to happen like this."

Ashley kissed him again. She didn't care that they were in a public place.

"I didn't even ask you about your internship," Ashley asked after they had ordered. "How is that going?"

He looked at her sheepishly. "I sort of blew it off today to come find you."

Ashley gaped at him. "Zander!"

"I had to come find you," Zander said.

Ashley frowned. "But this is your career, Zander."

"I'll smooth things over when I go back," he said. "I'll find a way."

"I'll talk to them too," Ashley said. "We can tell them it was an emergency."

"I'll work it out," Zander shook his head.

"Well, before you ran out, how was the internship going?" Ashley asked.

"Good," he replied. "I'm learning a lot. And the other day, we had some real composers there."

Ashley grinned. "One day, some intern will be saying the same about you."

"I hope so," he said. "I really, really hope so. I've already written some new stuff."

Ashley beamed at him. "You have?"

"Next time you're home I'll play it for you," he said.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Ashley said. "I love listening to your music. I still listen to that first song you wrote for me."

"Still the best piece I ever did." he told her softly.

Ashley smiled.

"Something tells me I'm going to be more inspired than ever now..." he said, leaning in.

"Oh am I your Muse now?" Ashley asked.

"Do you wear a slinky dress if you're a muse?" he asked.

Ashley poked him in the ribs. "Zander..."

"You'd look good in a slinky dress," Zander replied.

"I don't own any slinky dresses," Ashley said. "That would be the other Malfoy sister."

"You can borrow hers then," he said, earning himself another poke.

"Very funny, Murray," Ashley said.

Zander kissed her again. "You look good in anything, Malfoy."

They enjoyed their meal, catching up on everything in their lives. Ashley confided to him about how worried she was about her grandfather.

"I heard he's still not walking or able to do magic," Zander said. "That's got to be rough."

Ashley nodded. "He's getting the magic back a little now. But it's hard. "

"After being able to use magic all these years I know I'd feel strange without it," Zander agreed.

"He told my mum it feels like a part of him has been amputated," Ashley said. "All my life, I saw him as someone who could do anything."

"When he recovers from this, you'll still think that," Zander said.

Ashley rested her head on his shoulder. "He will recover from this. I know he will."

"Of course he will," Zander reassured her.

Ashley smiled. "Let's get out of here. I still have to give you that walking tour."

They finished their meals then hurried outside. "Over here," Ashley pointed. "That church... you should see the inside."

"Lead the way," Zander said.

"They've closed for the day," Ashley realised in dismay.

"There's always tomorrow," Zander said squeezing her hand.

"Come on," Ashley said. "Let's go to the park over here."

Zander grinned. She could suggest going to the moon right now and he would not deny her.

"It's... nice and dark," she said with a grin.

"Oh, you want to get me alone to have your way with me," Zander teased.

"Hmm," Ashley said. "I don't need a dark corner for that..."

"She thinks I'm easy," Zander said grabbing his chest. "I'm hurt."

"Not easy," Ashley pressed herself to him. "Just... as eager as I am."

Zander gave her a kiss. "Mmmhmm."

"I love you," she said between kisses.

"I love you," Zander said softly.

"What are we going to do for the next year?" she asked.

Zander had known this conversation was coming. "Long distance relationships don't always have the best track record, do they?"

"I think if anyone can make it work, we could." she said.

Zander nodded. "I want to make this work. I can see us going to the distance, Ash."

"Me too," she said, winding her arms around his middle. "I don't see this ending. I don't want it to ever end."

"So, you'll go on with your tour and I'll hopefully still have my internship," Zander said.

Ashley nodded. "And when I come home..."

"What will happen?" Zander asked.

"We'll be together," Ashley said.

Zander smiled. "Unless you meet some Italian bloke..."

"Bet he won't be as cute as you," Ashley said flirtatiously.

"Obviously not," Zander said putting his arm around her.

Ashley pulled him close and kissed him. She could not have asked for more than being in a city she loved with the boy she had loved all this time. They walked around the park, just enjoying each other's company. It was quite cold out, but Ashley did not mind.

They finally headed back to the hotel around two in the morning. "I guess this is good night," she said reluctantly.

Zander nodded and reached into his pocket for the key card. "Room 323 is calling my name."

Ashley nodded. "I'll ring you in the morning for breakfast..."

Zander kissed her good night. "Thanks for the amazing night."

"Been the best night of my life," Ashley said softly.

"There you go stealing my lines again," Zander teased, touching her cheek. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay," Ashley said. "I love you, Zander."

"I love you," Zander said giving her one last kiss.

Ashley watched him go before letting herself into her own room.

She closed the door behind her and leaned against the door. Had this all really just happened? They were finally together- in the same place at the same time. It had taken long enough. Brittany would definitely want details and Ashley would have to thank her for sending Zander.

She went through the motions of getting ready for bed. Pulling her nightgown on, she thought about Zander, just one floor below her. She wanted to go down there just to make sure he was really there. Who was she kidding? She knew why she wanted to go down there.

Zander had just gotten into bed and turned the telly on when he heard a knock at the door.

He pulled back the covers and stood up. He peered into the peep hole and smiled when he saw just what was waiting outside his door. He opened the door with a smile on his face. "Hey...”

"Hi," Ashley twisted her hands together nervously. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," Zander said, standing back so she could enter.

Now that she was there, she didn't know what to say or do. "I um... I just..."

"What?" Zander asked. "Is something wrong?"

"No," she said. "Nothing's wrong."

"Do you want to sit down?" Zander asked.

"No," Ashley said, coming towards him. "I came down here because... I don't want to waste any more time."

Zander smiled. "You don't?"

Ashley slid her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Zander pulled her close and deepened the kiss.

"Mmmm," Ashley murmured. "I'm not leaving tonight..."

It dawned on Zander what Ashley meant and he pulled away for a moment. "You mean--- you want to, that you and I would..."

"More than anything," she said her eyes half lidded.

Zander rested his forehead against hers. "You're sure?"

Ashley nodded. "Never been more sure of anything in my life."

Zander kissed her again. "Me too."

Ashley pushed him back towards the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed again. She tugged on his t-shirt and they broke their kiss so she could lift it over his head. Zander didn't work out a lot but he was pretty fit, she noticed as she ran her hands over his shoulders.

"Pasty Englishman," Zander joked.

"You look good to me," she said softly as he ran his hands up her sides, taking her nightgown with.

"And you're more beautiful than I ever imagined," Zander whispered.

"So you've thought about this?" she asked.

"Since I was fifteen," Zander admitted with a grin.

Ashley laughed. "You got a bit of a head start on me."

"Well, I'm a bloke and I've fancied you almost since the moment we met," Zander said.

"You've always been my best friend and now you're so much more," she told him. "I can't imagine my life without you in it."

Zander leaned in and kissed her. "I feel the same way about you, Ash."

Ashley pushed him onto the bed, and crawled on top of him.

Zander pulled her to him for a long, lingering kiss. After all this time, he could not believe this was going to happen.

"I already protected myself," Ashley whispered in his ear. "So we have nothing to worry about."

"You think of everything," Zander said huskily.

Ashley smiled as she eased his boxer shorts down.

There was a small part of her that was unsure of what to do and nervous, but the look in his eyes, told her she had no reason to worry. He loved her just as much as she loved him.

They kissed again and she arched her back as he moved on top of her.

"Ashley," Zander whispered against her skin.

She made a noise deep in her throat as he cupped her breast in his hand while his other fumbled for the clasp of her bra. He finally managed to free her and he tossed it over his shoulder.

She laughed. "Finally."

"You're beautiful, Ash," Zander said. "Absolutely beautiful."

She smiled at him, feeling bolstered by his compliments. Ashley pulled him back to her, moving his hands where she wanted them.

Desire radiated through every pore of her body and she could feel his erection pressing against her.

Their kissing grew more frenzied and passionate as they shed the remainder of their clothing and pressed their bodies together under the cool sheets.

"Zander," Ashley said closing her eyes.

He couldn't even speak. He raised himself up on his arms and looked down at her.

Ashley smiled. "Yes?"

"I don't want to hurt you," Zander said.

"Its okay," Ashley reassured him. "Just---just go slow."

Zander nodded and began to press himself into her.

"Alright?" Zander asked softly.

"So far so good," she managed breathlessly.

Zander kissed her. "Good..."

Ashley pulled in a breath as Zander buried himself deep inside her. The initial pain that she felt melted away as they moved together. Ashley closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his thighs. Ashley felt beads of sweat form on her forehead as Zander kissed her again.

"Please," Ashley whispered.

Zander let out a moan as he pushed again. Ashley's body went rigid and she cried out his name.

He collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath.

"Oh Merlin...." Ashley said. "Zander..."

He rolled over onto his back and nodded. "Yeah..."

"I can't believe we just did that," she said, a smile spreading across her face.

Zander turned and shot her a lazy grin. "We did."

Ashley moved over to lie against him and their legs tangled together. "It was perfect."

Zander kissed her bare shoulder. "It was."

"Can we just stay here?" she asked. "Never move again?"

"I like that idea," Zander said with a grin.

Ashley kissed him again, letting her lips trail over his.

"Vienna is now my favourite city in the world," Zander said. "Hands down."

Ashley laughed. "It already was mine too now, but even more so."

"It was my first time too," Zander admitted.

"I thought you and Debra--" Ashley began.

Zander shook his head. "We didn't."

"I’m glad," Ashley said. "I mean... we had our first kiss together..."

"First date," Zander added.

Ashley laughed. "We're just full of each other's firsts."

"Yes," Zander said, as Ashley rested her head on his chest.

"I'm so glad it's you," she murmured. "So glad it's always been you."

"Me too," Zander said kissing the top of her head.

"We're drawing again tomorrow," Ashley said. "But you can sit with the group if you want..."

"I don't want to be in the way or get you into any trouble," Zander said.

"You wouldn't," Ashley replied.

Zander smiled. "After I call work and see if I still have a place."

"Of course," she said. "They'd be fools to let you go."

"You might be a little biased," Zander said.

"A lot biased," Ashley corrected with a grin. "But I know how amazing you are."

Zander tickled her. "I like hearing that."

Ashley laughed. "I'm good for your ego."

They were both silent for a few moments and Zander wondered if she had fallen asleep.

"What a waste of a room," Ashley said a few minutes later.

"What?" Zander asked.

"If I'd known you were coming I would have told you to stay in my room," she said. "Sorry... it was a dumb thing to say."

"No," Zander reassured her. "It was last minute and I didn't know if you would be back and they wouldn't tell me your room number so I booked a room just in case."

"I guess it doesn't really matter," Ashley said, tracing a pattern over his chest with her index finger.

Zander smiled and ran his hand through her hair. Ashley felt herself drifting off to sleep. "Sleep," Zander said softly, his arms still around her. "I'll still be here in the morning."

"I know," she said softly.

Zander closed his eyes. "Hey, Ash? I love you."

"I love you too," she sighed before drifting off.

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"Hermione," Harry complained. "Tell me again why I have to go. This has nothing to do with me.... not anymore."

Hermione sighed and looked over at her husband who was slumped back in his wheelchair. "Harry..."

She set his dress robes on the bed and Harry scowled. He had been home for two weeks and was making very little progress. "I just want to stay home," he said firmly. "I'm going to work on those exercises."

"We'll work on them when we get back," Hermione said just as firmly.

Harry sighed. Lupin was scheduled to announce that Neville Longbottom was the Head Auror today. The last thing Harry wanted to do was sit in that crowd and watch the job he had worked so hard for go to someone else. It wasn't because he thought Neville did not deserve the job, Harry thought. Neville was a fantastic Auror and had shown he would make a capable leader.

He didn't want anyone to see him like this in public. They had managed to avoid the press so far but they would be there that day in droves.

"Cho and Neville are expecting us," Hermione told him.

Harry exhaled sharply. "This is not going to be good. I'll be lucky to not get trampled."

Hermione knelt down before him. "Harry, I know this is not going to be easy for you. "

"You have no idea," Harry responded moodily.

"I do," Hermione said softly. "I know you better than you know yourself sometimes."
Harry crossed his arms and looked away from her.

"If this situation was reversed, he would be there cheering you on and you know that," Hermione said gently. "He's your best friend."

"Fine," Harry grudgingly agreed. "But I don't want anyone taking photographs and we leave right afterwards."

Hermione smiled. "I'll help you get dressed."

Harry's mood didn't get any better as Hermione helped him into a shirt and trousers. "Why isn't there a spell to do this?" he snapped.

Hermione decided not to comment on this. She knew that having help with mundane tasks like this were his least favourite. "You look very handsome," she said instead.

"Yeah," he muttered.

Hermione pecked his cheek. "I'm going to finish getting ready. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Harry didn't say anything as Hermione went into the loo to finish dressing. He supposed he shouldn't be so angry with her but he couldn't help it. He was angry at everyone right now.

Therapy was hard work with little results. He wanted to work at it every chance he could, but everyone kept warning him about pushing himself too hard. What did they know? They weren't stuck in this chair, he thought bitterly.

He gripped the arms of the chair and began using his arms to push himself up onto his feet.

"Come on," he muttered, summoning every ounce of strength he had.

He couldn't feel anything in his legs or feet and his entire body shook as he managed to balance himself upright for the first time in awhile.

"Harry, I was thinking---" Hermione said as she came out of the bathroom. "Harry!"

"Look!" Harry exclaimed. "I'm doing it!"

Hermione smiled. "You are!"

"I knew it," Harry wobbled a bit but remained standing.

Hermione beamed with pride at him. "Take it easy, Harry. You're doing great!"

He gripped the handles again as he nearly collapsed back in the chair.

Hermione crossed the room in a few quick strides and knelt down. "That was fantastic, Harry!"

“I want to do it again," Harry told her, grasping the chair again.

Hermione put her hand over his. "Harry, don't strain yourself. Come on..."

"I can do it," Harry said. "Don't stop me."

Hermione stood back and allowed him to try it again. She was only trying to help, but somehow in all this, he started seeing her as an enemy. He rarely smiled these days and Hermione hated the tension that filled the room whenever they were together. It was as if everything she did was wrong.

"See?" he asked struggling to his feet again. Hermione saw the strain on his face. She resisted the urge to help him.

Harry sat back down, sweat beading on his forehead. "I'll be back on my feet sooner rather than later."

Hermione turned away so he would not see the tears in her eyes.

It was quite a different story in Neville's office at Auror headquarters. The announcement would be made in the conference room in just a few minutes. Cho grinned at her husband as she helped him with his tie.

"Head Auror Longbottom," she said proudly.

Neville grinned at her. "I still can't believe it."

"You keep saying that, Dad," Chiaki teased. "Want one of us to pinch you so you don't think you're dreaming?"

"I might need you to," Neville said. "I never thought I'd actually get this."

Frankie laughed. "We all knew you would. Especially me since I was on the receiving end of many of your punishments. You can be quite scary, Dad."

"Some of the people here will remember me when I was a lot younger," Neville replied. "A bumbling fool..."

"Oh, Neville," Cho said swatting at him. "You were never a bumbling fool."

"Did we not share the same first year?" Neville asked, his eyebrows raised.

Cho suddenly seemed preoccupied with one of the grandchildren. Neville laughed. "Even love isn't that blind, eh, Cho?"

"You were sweet," she said.

"Sweet Grandpa," Olivia said, holding up her arms for Neville. He picked her up and held her tightly.

"Sweet Olivia," Neville kissed her cheek.

"Do you like my dress?" Olivia asked grinning at him. "It was Em's!"

"It looked beautiful on Em and it looks just as beautiful on you, Livvie," Neville told her.

Olivia beamed at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. In the corner, Adam was playing with Nathan. The two boys were proud of their grandfather but probably just as excited about missing school that morning. Natalie knocked gently on the door. "They're ready for you, Neville," she said to him. "Lupin's going to make the opening remarks and then he'll make the formal announcement."

"Thanks," Neville said, setting Olivia down to smooth his robes.

Cho looked at Natalie. "Is, um, Harry here?"

"I haven't seen him yet," Natalie said.

"Oh," Cho said quietly.

"It doesn't mean he's not here now," Natalie said hastily. "But I haven't been in the main room in a few minutes..."

"Of course," Cho nodded. She turned to look at her husband. "He'll be here."

Neville nodded distractedly. "Harry should be getting this honour."

Cho put her hand on his shoulder. "You did not get this by default, Neville. You EARNED this. You are fair, level-headed and a good leader. YOU earned this. You weren't handed this."

"Thanks," Neville said. "I guess I still need to hear that."

Cho hugged him tightly. "We'll see you out there."

"Stay," Olivia looked up at her father.

Jon knelt down. "Sweetheart, we have to go and sit while your Grandpa makes his speech."

"No," Olivia poked her lip out.

"Someone's been hanging out with Aunt Maddie too much," Jon said.

"No!" Olivia said again, her face screwing up.

"She can stay," Neville said. "It's okay with me."

"You can't take her out there with you," Allison objected. "We're trying not to spoil her."

"Spoil me," Olivia said.

Jon had to fight not to laugh. "I don't think so, baby girl."

"Daddy!" Olivia protested as Jon picked her up. "No!"

"Come on,"Jon said as Olivia began to cry.

Allison shook her head. "We'll see you out front, Dad."

Neville smiled as he watched his children leave the room and he turned back to his wife. "I'm ready."

Cho took his hand and together they walked down the corridor to the conference room. They could hear Lupin's voice.

Neville looked over at his wife. "I'll see you out there."

Cho gave him a kiss for luck.

"Love you," Neville squeezed her hands in his.

"Remember what I said," Cho told him. "You EARNED this. You DESERVE this."

He nodded. "I did earn this. I've worked hard my whole life."

Cho smiled at him before disappearing into the conference room. Neville paced just outside, listening to Lupin as he listed Neville's accomplishments. He had a lot to live up to, but he felt that he could take on the responsibility.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Lupin said. "I would like to introduce the new Head Auror, Neville Longbottom."

Neville stepped out to a thundering applause. He nodded and smiled when he saw Harry and Hermione sitting next to Cho right in the front. Neville stood in front of the crowd and waited for the applause to die down. He was not used to this at all.

"Thank you," he finally said. "Thank you very much."

"I want to thank you all for coming," he continued. "As a lot of you know, public speaking is not one of my strong suits and some of the newbies back there will probably tell you that many of my speeches have put them to sleep."

"A few times," someone called out, making the audience laugh.

Neville grinned. "I would not be here today were it not for Frank and Alice Longbottom. Though---though I never was able to see them in action, I heard from many that served beside them how brave and courageous my parents were."

Cho felt tears prick at her eyes at the mention of Neville's parents.

"I grew up listening to stories about their accomplishments and I knew that I wanted to be just like them," Neville continued. "One of the happiest days of my life was the day I was accepted into the program. Those three years of training were some of the most intense of my life. There were many times I thought of quitting, but there was someone there who kept pushing me. That person was and is my best friend, Harry Potter."

Harry glanced up in surprise and Hermione moved her hand over his.

"I want to thank you Harry for all that you've done for not just me, but for this department and for the wizarding world," Neville said. "You have never backed down from a challenge and I know that you will be back pushing all of us to be better."

Harry nodded to Neville. His friend's words meant more than he could say.

"And," Neville said turning his attention to his wife. "Cho Longbottom. What can I say about you? Your love and support have carried me through so much. My motivation throughout all of this was to keep you and our daughters safe."

Cho wiped at her eyes and smiled up at her husband. She'd never been so proud of him as she was right now.

"Thank you also to my girls who never liked when I was away on a raid or an investigation, but always welcomed me home with hugs and kisses and in my daughter Frankie's case, a pout when I didn't bring her a souvenir home," Neville continued.

The audience chuckled and Frankie turned red and slid down in her seat. Will nudged his wife.

"Shut up," Frankie hissed.

"I have some pretty big shoes to fill," Neville said. "Remus Lupin led this department with integrity and with valour. He has entrusted me to lead this department and I do not want to let him down."

"I hope he'll continue to grace us with his presence and guide us when we need some advice." Neville finished.

The crowd broke into applause and Neville's family joined him on the small stage.

"That was great, Dad." Chiaki hugged him. "I loved when you embarrassed Frankie."

"Thanks, Dad," Frankie muttered, but she was smiling. "And I wasn't THAT bad."

"Only sometimes," Neville teased gently.

"Very funny," Frankie said, nudging him.

"We are so proud," Allison said. "Sorry that Olivia got bored..." she motioned to the sleeping girl in Jon's arms.

Neville laughed. "I did say that my speeches can induce sleep."

"We're really happy for you," Hermione said. "You really were the best for the job, Neville."

Neville turned to her. "Thank you, Hermione. It really means a lot to me that the two of you were here."

"Congratulations," Harry said as his wheelchair steered itself forward. Neville extended his hand. "Thanks, mate." Harry leaned forward and shook it.

Cho smiled. She knew how hard this must have been for Harry.

"Harry," Lupin came forward. "Good to see you out."

Harry nodded. "I wouldn't have missed Neville's big day."

"Good," Lupin nodded. "A positive attitude is what will get you up out of there again."

Harry offered a slight smile at his mentor. What did Lupin know about this?

Lupin clapped him on the shoulder and turned to congratulate Neville. Harry fumed and looked at Hermione. He wanted out of here.

"What is it?" Hermione asked her husband.

"Let's go," Harry said quietly.

"Already?" Hermione asked. "I have to give a statement to the press--"

"I want to go," Harry interjected. "I can make my own way home."

"No you can't," Hermione responded. "I'll be done in ten minutes."

Harry sighed. "Fine."

Hermione touched his shoulder. "I'll try to hurry up."

Harry nodded wordlessly and watched her go.

Hermione gave a quick speech to the press and explained why she and the Wizengamot had decided on Neville and why they thought he was best for the job. Hermione had not planned on taking any questions, but a pushy reporter stood up just as she was leaving the podium. "Minister Potter, what can you tell us about your husband? Are the rumours true?"

"No comment," Hermione said.

"He's not going to return to the Auror department, is he?" the reporter persisted.

"No. Comment." Hermione said; her tone more cool this time.

Samuel stepped forward. "The minister was only making a statement today. She is not taking any questions at this time. Today is about Auror Longbottom."

Hermione shot her assistant a grateful look as she stepped off the platform.

Harry had slipped out of the conference room and steered his chair toward his office. He had not been back here since the accident. He was surprised to see Josephine sitting in there. When Harry entered the room, she stared at him for a long moment. "Harry," she finally said, standing up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped.

"I'm packing the rest of my things," Josephine managed.

Harry stared at her coldly without a word.

"I'm---I'm so sorry," Josephine said, tears welling up in her eyes. "I never thought---"

"No, you didn't," Harry said viciously. "And look where that's gotten me."

Josephine nodded and looked down at the floor. "I honestly did not think I'd see you again."

"I wish I didn't have to see you again," Harry said. "Get your things and go."

Ethan appeared in the doorway. "Dad, Mum's looking---what is she doing here?"

"Leaving," Harry said shortly.

Josephine used her wand to shrink her boxes. She stuffed them into her pocket and looked at Harry. "Harry, I wish I could take it back. I really, really do. I never wanted this to happen."

"Well it did," Harry said. "And you'll have to excuse me if I'm not too forgiving. I did die, after all, for a few minutes because of you. And now I can't use magic or walk, because of you."

"Just go," Ethan told her. "You've done enough."

Harry shoved his chair back so she could walk by. He hoped he'd never have to see her again.

Josephine hurried out of the room. Ethan looked at his father. "Alright, Dad?"

"No," Harry answered. "But at least she's gone."

Ethan leaned against his father's desk. "I know this couldn't have been easy."

Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Mum said you stood up on your own today. That's great news," Ethan said.

"For a few minutes," Harry said. "I can do better than that."

Ethan grinned. "You'll be out of that chair in no time, Dad."

"I better be," Harry grunted. "And my magic better come back too."

Hermione stepped inside the office. "There you two are."

"I'm ready to go," Harry said shortly.

"Of course," Hermione replied. "It's been a long day."

Ethan kissed his mother on the cheek. "Good speech today."

"Thanks," Hermione said smiling at him.

"Can we please go?" Harry asked snappishly. "It's not as if I can Apparate."

"Dad," Ethan said, taken aback at his father's tone.

"I just want to get out of here," Harry said, but not as harshly.

"Give Maddie and the kids our best," Hermione told her son.

"I will," Ethan promised. "Kiki and Gwyn want to come over soon."

Hermione said another goodbye to her son before pushing Harry's chair. "They're still celebrating in the conference room so you don't have to worry about seeing anyone," she told him.

"Good," Harry replied.

"I'm proud of you," Hermione said steering him toward the lifts.

"Why?" he asked.

"For coming here today and supporting Neville," Hermione said. Harry shrugged.

"And for the progress you made today," Hermione said, touching his shoulder. "You're the most determined person I know, you know that?"

"I guess..." Harry said glumly.

Hermione pressed the button for the lift and kept her other hand on her husband's shoulder. "So what did you want to do tonight?"

"Stand and try to walk," Harry replied.

The lift doors opened and Harry was relieved to see it was empty. He wheeled himself inside and watched his wife as she pressed the button for the lobby.

"Are you hungry?" she asked. "I can make you a nice dinner and--"

"Just leave me be," Harry cut her off. "I can't stand you hovering over me."

Hermione stepped back as if he'd physically slapped her. "Hovering over you?" Hermione asked. "Harry---"

"You're always right here," Harry said. "I need some bloody space."

"I'm only trying to help," Hermione said.

"Then help by letting me work on what I need to work on," Harry responded.

Hermione was silent as the lift reached the lobby. She had never felt further apart from her husband than she did at that moment.

Harry grabbed the wheels and pushed himself out of the lift.

Hermione waited a moment to collect her thoughts before following him. He was frustrated and angry that he had not regained his strength, his magic or his ability to walk. She knew that was where this was coming from, but she could not fathom why he would want to push her away. She did not think she was hovering. She did not want him to hurt himself or push himself too hard. The healers had tried to tell him not to do that, but he seemed to think that he knew best.

*** *** ***

Saffron set her cloak and bag aside. "I'm home!" she called out.

It had been a trying day to say the least. She had a team meeting and then she had stopped off at her parents' house to check on her father. Her father was in a foul mood and seemed to take everything out on her mother.

He had managed to stand on his own, but still was not able to walk and his magic levels had not changed. It was hard to see someone as strong as him humbled by this experience.

Ellie ran into the foyer and launched herself at her mother. "Mummy!"

"Hi baby," Saffron scooped her daughter up. "I missed you today."

Ellie hugged her tightly. "I missed you, too! How's Grampa?"

"He's okay," Saffron kissed Ellie's cheek. "Just okay."

"Daddy and Edward are watching telly," Ellie told her.

"I'm going to make myself some tea and then I'll join all of you," Saffron said.

"Okay," Ellie said to her mother. Saffron kissed her cheek one more time before setting her back down.

She went into the kitchen and set the tea kettle on their stove. She rubbed at her eyes and her forehead as she tried to process everything she'd heard today from her father. He was not the same man he was since before the accident. Saffron had expected that, but he was so distant right now. His sole purpose was to walk and he was running himself ragged trying to make it happen.

Saffron was also upset with seeing how hard this was on her mother. A few times today, Saffron had seen her mother crying and that broke Saffron's heart. She felt helpless and she hated feeling that way.

The tea kettle whistled, making Saffron jump out of her thoughts. She poured a cup and had just entered the sitting room where her family was when the fireplace lit up.

Saffron stared in disbelief as Alexa stepped out of the fireplace. "Lexie?"

"Hiya, Saffy." Alexa said, brushing soot from her hair.

Saffron quickly set her cup aside and hugged her best friend, not carrying about the soot. "Lexie!"

"Auntie Lexie's here!" Ellie jumped up and down. Edward looked at his father, not sure of who this person was. The last time Alexa had seen Edward, he was only a few months old.

"That's your Mummy's best friend," Andrew told him.

Edward glanced back at Alexa and buried his face in Andrew's shoulder. Andrew laughed. "Suddenly, he's shy."

"It's okay," Alexa said with a grin. "It's so good to see all of you!"

"I can't believe you're here," Saffron said hugging her again. "Oh, Lexie..."

"I heard about your dad," Alexa said. "And I came as soon as I could."

Saffron pulled away to take a proper look at her friend. There was something different about her best friend. Was it her hair? It had been chin length the last time Saffron had seen her and now it extended past her shoulders.

"You look amazing," Saffron said. "Tell me everything that's been going on with you. It's been almost a year!"

Andrew stood up and hugged her. "Not before I get a hug, stranger."

Alexa laughed. "Couldn't forget you."

Ellie tugged on Alexa's jumper. "Me too!"

"And look at you," Alexa knelt down. "You are the prettiest four year old I've ever seen! You've gotten so big, Ellie!"

"Four going on fourteen," Andrew said.

Edward glanced over at Alexa and smiled at her. Alexa held her hands out. "Can I have a hug?" Edward glanced uncertainly at his parents before crawling to Alexa.

Alexa scooped him up. "Hey, you."

"Hi," Edward said.

"Andrew's clone," Alexa teased.

"Can I get you something to drink, Lexie?" Andrew asked.

"Tea would be lovely," Alexa replied. "Thanks, Andrew."

"The kettle should still be on the stove," Saffron said.

"Can I have some too, Daddy?" Ellie asked.

"In your little cup?" Andrew asked teasingly.

"Please?" Ellie begged.

"Okay," Andrew said. "If you help me..."

Ellie nodded and reached for his hand.

"Sit down," Saffron said. "We have so much to catch up on."

Alexa sat on the edge of the sofa. "Tell me about what's happening with your dad."
Saffron felt tears well up in her eyes as she told her everything that had been going on with her father. Those horrible minutes that had felt like hours when she thought he had died. The jubilation they'd felt when he had survived. The terrible feeling of finding out he was paralysed and could not do magic.

"Oh Saffy," Alexa hugged her tightly. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here for all that."

"You're here now," Saffron said. "Just when I need you the most."

"I have the next month off," Alexa told her. "So whenever you need me..."

Saffron wiped at her eyes. "You have a month off? That hasn't happened since you started working!"

"Take advantage of it," Alexa smiled at her.

Saffron grinned. "I will. Merlin, I'm so glad you're home!"

"I've really missed England," Alexa said. "Even the rain..."

Saffron laughed as Edward tugged on Alexa's hair. "You know you're homesick if you missed the rain. Speaking of which, where are you coming from actually? The last time we spoke you were in...Russia?"

Alexa nodded. "You won't believe what happened there--" she was interrupted as the fireplace again whooshed to life.

"Ooooh!" Edward squealed excitedly.

"Well as I live and breathe," RJ said, dusting himself off. "Alexa O'Leary, in the flesh."

"And you are?" Alexa asked, squinting at him.

RJ scoffed. "You could never forget me."

"I imagine you're only here for the tea and scones," Alexa said handing Edward back to Saffron. She stood up and gave him a hug.

"That's not even true," RJ said. "Andrew owled and said you were here so Aud and I decided to come over to see you."

Alexa smiled at RJ's fiancée. "It's good to see you again, Audrey."

"You too," Audrey gave her a hug. "You look different for some reason..."

Alexa's cheeks turned pink and Saffron was about to call her friend on it when Andrew and Ellie came back into the sitting room. Andrew set the tray down. "El wanted everything to be perfect."

"That's my girl," Saffron smoothed Ellie's hair back.

"So where you been, Lex?" RJ asked. "Siberia?"

"Yes," Alexa said. "It's incredible there."

RJ laughed and reached for a scone. "Seriously? I was joking. Siberia?"

"Well, Siberia and then St. Petersburg in Russia," Alexa said. "I feel like I've always been on the go."

"And we have her for a whole month," Saffron told them.

RJ fell over and pretended to faint. Ellie started laughing as she pounced on top of him.

"Argh!" Ellie exclaimed.

"Oh no!" RJ said. "Ellie the tickle monster!"

Edward crawled over to get into the action and Audrey shook her head. "Three little babies."

Alexa was giggling as she watched them. "He always has been rather like a big kid."

"Yet, we love him anyway," Audrey said sitting down with the other two women.

"He's so good with the kids," Saffron said. "Ellie absolutely loves him."

Alexa looked at her friend. "Saffy, they've gotten so big. I can't believe all that I missed."

"But you're living your dream," Saffron told her. "We're all so proud of you."

"We are," Andrew agreed. "And Saf and I go to the bakery at least once a week. Your mum shows us all your clippings."

"She said she was keeping a book of them," Alexa replied. "I guess she wasn't kidding."

"We should celebrate," RJ said, struggling to sit up. Ellie picked up a pillow and knocked him back down with it. "Ouch! I mean---get pizza or takeaway or something!"

Andrew laughed. "I'm sure we can arrange that. Lexie, what would you like?"

"You lot don't have to make such a fuss," Alexa started to protest.

"We want to," Saffron insisted.

Alexa looked at her watch. "Um, sure okay..."

"Do you have somewhere else to be?" Saffron asked. "Are your parents expecting you?"

Alexa shook her head. "Not until later. I--I guess I'm trying to get used to the time again."

Saffron gave her a suspicious look but turned to her husband. "Grab that stack of menus we have in the kitchen and we'll pick from that."

"Sure," Andrew said. "Be right back."

"I'm up for fish and chips," RJ said. "Or curry. Pizza's great too--"

Saffron rolled her eyes. "RJ Weasley---pick one."

"Can't we get all three?" he whined.

"No," Saffron said firmly. "You want us to order from three different places, really?"

"I vote for curry," Alexa said. "I haven't had that since the last time I was here."

"There," Saffron said. "It's decided."

"Party pooper," RJ frowned at Saffron.

Ellie laughed. "Party pooper!" she said to Edward. "You're a big party pooper!"

Edward's face fell and he looked at his mother. "No!"

"Elinore," Saffron shook her head. "Don't tease your brother."

Alexa watched everyone and felt such a feeling of home. She had not realised how truly she had missed everyone until that moment. She shared a look with Saffron.

Saffron reached over and squeezed her hand. "You came home just when I needed you. Thanks, Lexie."

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," Alexa said. "And speaking of which, I have presents..."

Ellie shot to her side. "Presents?"

RJ sat up, relieved to be set free from Ellie's onslaught. Alexa laughed and walked over to her bag. Saffron watched her friend pull something out of her bag. It looked like a photograph. Alexa touched it for a moment before sticking it back in her bag. "Okay, presents...let's see if I have anything for Ellie in here."

"You do," Ellie said excitedly. "You do!"

Alexa grinned. "This is from this small little toy shop I found in St Petersburg..."

Ellie took the little wooden figure in her hands. "What is it?"

Alexa took the figure from her and opened it. Ellie gasped when she saw another little doll inside. "Do it again," Alexa told her. Ellie exclaimed in delight as yet another doll was found inside.

"They're called nesting dolls," Alexa said. "Open it again..."

"Mummy!" Ellie exclaimed. "More dolls!"

"I see," Saffron smiled. "What do you say to Auntie Lexie?"

"Thank you!" Ellie said happily.

"You are quite welcome," Alexa said hugging the little girl. "And for Edward..."

Edward looked up when he heard his name.

Alexa grinned. "These are some blocks..."

"Blocks," Edward repeated, reaching for them.

"What about me?" RJ asked. "Hmmm? Hmmm?"

Alexa tossed him a package. "Chocolates from Switzerland."

"That's my Alexa O'Leary!" RJ exclaimed, catching the package. "These will be gone in about five minutes."

Audrey shook her head. "Five minutes AFTER dinner," she told her fiancé.

"Merlin!" RJ grumbled.

Saffron laughed at him. "Going to ruin your supper?"

"Never," RJ said. Alexa laughed and finished handing out her gifts. She gave a scarf to Audrey and another package of chocolates to Andrew. She then handed Saffron a small box. "The best for last..."

"Lexie you didn't have to give me anything," Saffron protested.

"But it's not that she won't take the gift," RJ quipped.

"Shut it," Saffron said, opening the box. "Oh---"

Inside was a pretty multicoloured bracelet. "Those are Murano beads," Alexa explained. "I got them in Italy."

"Lex!" Saffron exclaimed. "This is gorgeous!"

"I'm glad you like it," Alexa smiled at her.

Saffron gave her a hug. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome," Alexa hugged her back. She pulled away when she heard a knock at the door. "That would be my other surprise," she said, glancing at her watch.

"More presents?" Ellie asked, clapping her hands together.

"Not exactly," Alexa said, hurrying to the door.

Saffron raised an eyebrow. "This is too much..." She followed Alexa to the front door and her eyebrows knit together as Alexa ushered the man standing there inside.

"Saffy," Alexa said. "I'd like you to be the first to meet my husband, Dimitri."

Authors' note: Tonight's chapter----you get to learn more about Alexa and Dimitri. Enjoy!

Saffron's eyes grew large. "H-husband?"

"We got married just a few months ago," Alexa said. "On a beach in Bora Bora."

Saffron could only stare at the tall, dark-haired man before her.

"Hello," he said with a slight accent. "The famous Saffron. I feel as if I know you already."

Saffron gaped at him. "I wish I could say the same," she muttered.

"What's going on?" RJ came into the foyer. "Is the food here?"

RJ reached into his pocket and handed Dimitri some money. "This should cover it, mate. Where's our food?"

"RJ," Alexa pushed his hand away. "This isn't the delivery bloke. This is my husband."

RJ laughed. "You married the delivery bloke? Okay, Lexie...whatever. Where's my food?"

"RJ she's not joking," Saffron said, still staring between her best friend and the man at her side.

Alexa reached for Dimitri's hand. "Dimitri, this is RJ Weasley."

"Heard a lot about you too," Dimitri smiled at the other man. "Nice to meet you."

RJ stared at the other man's extended hand. He reluctantly shook it. "Haven't heard a thing about you."

"I know this comes as a surprise," Alexa said. "But I wanted to do it that way."

Saffron stared at her in disbelief. "A surprise? Are you kidding me? My best friend in the whole world has been married for a 'few months' and she never thought to tell me once?"

"You're mad at me?" Alexa asked.

"Not mad," Saffron said truthfully. "Just---hurt."

"This wasn't something I felt I could tell you over a mobile," Alexa said.

Saffron shook her head. "But, you could have Apparated over and told me. Lexie, who is this bloke?"

Alexa sighed. "Dimitri Laskaris, I want you to meet my best friend, Saffron Kirke."

Dimitri extended his hand. "Lexie has talked about you often."

"Yeah," Saffron said. "Like I said before, wish I could say the same."

Dimitri withdrew his hand. "Well, I hope we'll get to know each other better."

Saffron glanced over at Alexa and suddenly she could see how hurt her best friend was. She softened her face and put her hand out. "I'm sure we will, Dimitri."

He smiled. "To tell the truth, I was more afraid to meet you than her father."

RJ guffawed. "You and the rest of the population on earth."

Saffron nudged him hard in the ribs. "What were you saying, Junior?"

"That you're the smartest person on earth?" RJ wheezed.

"Right," Saffron said. "Good boy."

Alexa shook her head. "Thanks Saffy," she said softly.

"Come on inside," Saffron said. "You can meet my husband and children and RJ's better half."

"Hey!" RJ protested.

Dimitri took Alexa's hand and followed her into the sitting room. Ellie looked up from her dolls. "Who's that, Mummy?"

"This," Saffron said. "Is Dimitri. He's Auntie Lexie's husband."

Andrew's eyes nearly bulged out of his head and Audrey coughed on her tea.

"I thought it would be a nice surprise," Alexa was obviously embarrassed. "But I can see I was wrong..."

Andrew stood up and shook the other man's hand. "It's definitely a surprise. We, um, didn't even know Lex was seeing anyone."

"It happened so quickly," Alexa said. "He accompanied me as my photographer on one of my assignments... and it just happened."

"We've been together ever since," Dimitri said putting his arm around her.

"How long ago was that?" Saffron asked.

"May," Dimitri replied. "We were married less than a month later."

"Wow," Saffron said. "Such a short time..."

Alexa sat down and Dimitri took the seat beside her. Saffron had so many questions but she did not want to bombard her best friend. But, this was just so unlike Alexa. Alexa was not the type to meet a bloke and marry him less than a month later. Thankfully the doorbell chimed and RJ hurried to get it. The food had arrived and Saffron excused herself to ready the kitchen.

Alexa appeared in the doorway a moment later. "You are mad at me," she said.

Saffron shook her head as she grabbed dishes from the cupboard.

"Yes you are," Alexa said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Saffron asked turning and facing her. "Hmmm?"

"I honestly wanted it to be a surprise," Alexa said. "I swear."

Saffron set the dishes aside. "It was definitely a surprise."

"Please," Alexa said. "Don't be mad. I need your support."

"You always have my support," Saffron told her. "Come here, Mrs. Laskaris."

Alexa wiped at her eyes and hugged her friend tightly. "Maybe you can help me tell my parents..."

"You haven't told them yet either?" Saffron asked. "Lexie---"

"I know," Alexa said. "It's basically been an extended work honeymoon for us since we got married."

"Are you happy?" Saffron asked her.

"SO happy," Alexa said. "He's so dreamy, Saffy."

Saffron laughed. "Listen to you."

"I think you'll really like him when you get to know him," Alexa told her.

"I'm sure I will," Saffron said.

"Thanks Saffy," Alexa said.

The others entered the kitchen. "You girls done with your pow-wow?"

"Yes," Saffron replied. "Did you eat everything yet, human vacuum?"

"Funny," RJ asked. "Ellie, tell your mum to be nice to me."

"Mummy's just honest," Ellie said loyally.

Saffron picked up her daughter. "That's right."

"Amazing," RJ shook his head. "You have her completely--"

"Be nice," Audrey told him.

"I'm not nice when I'm hungry," RJ replied, making Alexa and Saffron laugh.

Saffron shook her head and helped her daughter into her seat. "Everyone have a seat. Andrew, get the champagne. We have something to celebrate. Right, Lex?"

"We sure do," Alexa wound her arms around Dimitri's middle and he slid his around her shoulders.

"Okay, my love?" Dimitri whispered.

"Everything's great now," Alexa gave him a quick kiss. "I'm so happy."

"Me too," he said smiling at her. "Think they like me?"

She nodded. "They're warming up. I knew they would"

"Come on, love birds," RJ teased. "Or there won't be any left."

"What is this?" Dimitri asked.

"The best curry in the whole world," Saffron announced.

"It smells great," Dimitri took a plate. "Thanks."

"So, where did you go to school?" Andrew asked him. "Durmstrang?"

"Yes," he nodded. "I liked it there."

"And you're a photographer?" RJ asked. "Me too, mate. I take photographs for my mum's paper during the off-season."

"Nice," Dimitri said. "I'd love to see your work."

RJ grinned. "Sure. I'd like that."

"RJ's brilliant," Alexa said. "His photographs are amazing."

RJ beamed at her. "Thanks, Lex."

"So," Alexa said. "I haven't offered either of you a congratulations yet on your engagement."

Audrey shared a smile with RJ. "Thanks."

"That is a beautiful ring," Alexa admired it. "Have you set a date?"

"We're going to wait until after the season is over," RJ said. "Though I keep telling her we should just elope to Las Vegas like Darla did."

"No way," Audrey shook her head.

"Apparently eloping is quite the thing these days," Saffron joked.

"It was very spur of the moment," Dimitri said. "But Lex and I know we want to spend the rest of our lives together."

Alexa beamed at him. "We just knew."

Saffron looked between Alexa and Dimitri. In all the years she had known her best friend, she'd never seen her like this.

"Like Grandma and Grandpa," Ellie said to Alexa.

"That's right baby girl," Andrew told his daughter.

"Grandpa’s sad," Ellie said looking down at her plate.

"He's going to be all right," Saffron smoothed back Ellie's hair as Edward grabbed some cheese off her plate.

"Promise?" Ellie asked.

Saffron smiled thinly. "I hope so."

Alexa reached across the table for Saffron's hand and gave it a comforting squeeze.

"It's been rough on everyone," Saffron said. "But we're trying to be as supportive as possible."

"My parents were going over there tonight," RJ said. "If anyone can make your dad laugh it's my father, Saf."

"I hope so," Saffron's smile was more genuine.

Dimitri laughed. "Ah, you're the family that eats a lot, right?"

"I see Lexie described us well," RJ boasted.

Alexa blushed. "I said other things about you! Not just that you eat a lot."

"You were just being truthful," Saffron teased.

"What did she tell you about Saffy there, Dimitri?" RJ asked.

Dimitri laughed. "Only good things."

"Come on, mate," RJ said. "You can tell us the truth."

"Shut it RJ," Saffron tossed a piece of pepperoni at him.

He caught it deftly in his mouth. "Thank you, Sassy."

"Uncle RJ," Ellie said. "Will you wear your tiara tonight?" The entire table, save for RJ, erupted in laughter.

"Yeah," Edward pointed to him. "Wear!"

RJ's entire face reddened. "Oh no, mate. Not me."

"Why not?" Saffron asked with a grin.

Ellie slid off her chair. "I'll go get it!"

"You're stuck," Audrey told him.

"Too bad you didn't bring your camera, Dimitri," Alexa said to her husband.

"No thanks," RJ said hastily as Ellie flew back into the room, her tiara in one hand and feather boa in the other.

RJ looked pleadingly at the little girl. "El, I love you, but no..."

Ellie's lower lip stuck out. "But Daddy will wear the boa..."

Andrew choked on his drink. "Ellie---"

"Please Daddy?" Ellie asked. "It's so pretty."

"Yeah, Andrew," RJ said. "Go on, mate."

Ellie handed her father the boa and pushed the tiara at RJ.

"Go ahead boys," Alexa urged. "She did ask sweetly."

RJ grumbled but plopped the tiara on his head. It was worth it when Ellie's face broke out in a radiant grin.

"How do I look, El?" RJ asked in a high pitched voice.

"Beautiful," Ellie said. "But Daddy is the most beautiful of them all."

Andrew grinned and put the boa around his neck. "Thanks, El. Don't leave Dimitri out now. Do you have anything for him?"

Ellie turned to look at him pensively. "I think so!" she turned and ran out of the room.

Alexa nudged him. "Uh oh."

Ellie ran back in with a sparkly pair of sunglasses. "These are JUST your colour!"

Dimitri chuckled. "Ah, just what I always wanted."

Ellie grinned at him when he put them on. "Yay!" she cheered.

"Yay!" Edward echoed.

Saffron looked at Alexa and Audrey. "There you have it, ladies. The three most beautiful men in the whole world at our table."

"We are so lucky," Audrey deadpanned.

"This doesn't leave this room," Andrew said to them.

"We know," Saffron assured him.

They finished their meal and RJ and Audrey said their goodbyes. Alexa helped Saffron with Edward while Ellie and Dimitri helped Andrew with the cleanup. "Do you really like him, Saf?" Alexa asked while Saffron changed her son into his pyjamas.

"Yeah," Saffron smiled at her. "He seems like a good guy. And he's obviously mad about you."

"He's fantastic," Alexa said dreamily. "I've never felt this way before."

"Obviously," Saffron teased as she pulled Edward's little shirt over his head.

Alexa laughed. "He was really worried about meeting you."

"Make me out to be scary, did you?" Saffron joked.

"No!" Alexa replied. "It's just that he knows how important you are to me and he wanted to make a good impression."

"It was just a really big shock," Saffron admitted.

Alexa nodded. "I should have told you earlier. Probably not the best way to break the news."

"Well... I suppose an owl wouldn't have been the best way either." Saffron admitted.

"Dear Saffy," Alexa said. "I'm married. Wish you were here."

Saffron laughed. "I would have had to kill you."

Edward squirmed in Saffron's arms. "No sweep."

"Oh yes my baby boy," Saffron said. "You are going to sweep."

"Bad Mummy!" Edward said, poking his lower lip out.

Saffron suppressed a smile. "Do you want to go say goodnight to Daddy and Ellie?"

"Kay," Edward said.

"Want to go to your aunt Lexie?" Saffron asked him.

Edward looked over at the redhead and looked thoughtful for a moment before holding his arms out to her.

Alexa took him and kissed his cheek. "I can't believe how big he is already."

"Tell me about it," Saffron said following her out of the nursery.

"I can't wait to spend loads of time with them this month," Alexa said.

Saffron was glad for that, too. She was still trying to process the fact that her friend was married, but it meant the world to Saffron that Alexa was home.

"Where will you go after this?" she asked.

"Dimitri has an assignment in the States," Alexa said. "And I'm not sure where I'll be going. My editor will let me know."

"How wonderful for you," Saffron commented. "You've been able to see the world in such a short amount of time."

"I've gone places I never would have dreamed of going," Alexa said. "I love it, Saffy. I really do."

Saffron grinned at her. "You're glowing."

"Am I?" Alexa said grinning back at her.

"Completely," Saffron said as Edward yawned.

"There's the party pooper," Ellie grinned when she saw her brother.

"No," Edward frowned.

"On that note, I think we'll go," Alexa said. "I know you want to get them to bed..."

"Oh stay for awhile," Saffron said. "They go down pretty easily and we can have some coffee."

"Okay," Alexa smiled. "We'd love that."

"Gives me a chance to get to know Dimitri better, too." Saffron added.

Andrew picked up Ellie. "She means interrogate you, Dimitri."

“Should I be scared?" Dimitri joked.

"Her bark is worse than her bite," Andrew said.

"Says you," Saffron returned. "Edward wants to say good night."

"Good night, pooper," Ellie said gazing at her brother.

"No!" Edward shouted.

"Elinore Kirke," Andrew warned. "You know he doesn't like that."

"You need a quick bath," Saffron said to her daughter. "Auntie Lexie and I will help you."

"Hate baths," Ellie grumbled.

"You like them when I turn the water purple," Saffron told her.

Ellie grinned. "Yeah..."

"And I bet you'll like it even better when Auntie Lexie does it for you," Saffron said.

Alexa held out her hand. "I think I might have something special up my sleeve, Princess Ellie."

Ellie eagerly went with Alexa while Saffron put Edward to bed. Andrew and Dimitri finished cleaning up the kitchen and sat down in the sitting room with beers. "So," Andrew said. "You and Lexie... married."

Dimitri nodded. "Yes. Married."

"I'm sorry," Andrew apologised. "It's just that I've known her a long time, and this really surprised all of us. But if you love her and she loves you, then I think its fantastic mate."

"I love her very much," Dimitri said leaning back on the sofa. "I learn something new about her every day."

Andrew grinned. "That's how it was with me and Saf at the beginning."

"Lexa told me that you fancied her for quite some time," Dimitri said.

"Yeah," Andrew nodded. "Almost a year before she finally figured things out."

"And look at you now," Dimitri said. "Family."

"It's been a long road for us," Andrew said. "But Saf and I make a good team, especially now that we're parents."

"Lexa told me so much about all of you, I feel like I know you already," Dimitri said. "Of course, I know the same can't be said on your end, but hopefully we'll get to know each other."

"That would be great," Andrew nodded.

"It would be great to have someone to fly with," Dimitri said with a grin. "Alexa doesn't like it much."

"You could fly with Saffron too," Andrew said. "She's amazing at it. Better than anyone I've ever known."

"I know," Dimitri said. "I'm a big Puddlemere fan actually. She's fantastic."

"Don't tell her that," Andrew joked.

They heard the sounds of Ellie's laughter from the bathroom.

"Lexa loves your kids," Dimitri said. "Always getting little things for them and talking about them."

Andrew nodded. "She's a good godmother. Spoils them almost as much as their grandparents."

"Tell me about it," Dimitri laughed.

"I think she kept Ellie in clothes the first two years of her life," Andrew joked.

The little girl in question came running into the room, her purple nightgown flowing behind her. "I'm all clean!"

Andrew laughed as Ellie launched herself at him. "Yes, you are!"

"Can I stay up later?" Ellie asked, casting a look over at Dimitri.

"Not this time, baby girl," Andrew said.

"Why?" Ellie pouted.

"Because it's already past your bedtime and your brother's already asleep," Andrew told her.

"Pooper," Ellie mumbled.

"We'll be back tomorrow morning," Alexa promised.

"Elinore," Saffron said. "Come on. Time for bed."

Ellie sighed and stomped her feet. "Well, this just stinks!"

The adults all had to suppress their laughter. "Come on baby girl," Andrew said. "Daddy will put you to bed."

Alexa knelt down and gave the little girl a hug. "Sweet dreams, El. I'll see you in the morning and since you were so good tonight, I might bring you something from my mum's bakery tomorrow for breakfast."

"A chocolate doughnut?" Ellie asked.

Alexa pretended to think this over. "I think that could be arranged..."

Ellie's grin nearly split her little face. "I can't wait!"

Alexa kissed her cheek. "Night, El."

"Bye," Ellie said, burying her face in Andrew's shoulder.

Alexa sank down on the sofa beside her husband. She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Tired, Lexa?" he asked softly.

She nodded. "It's been a long day."

"Where did you want to stay tonight?" he asked. "Hotel room?"

"Probably be best," Alexa replied softly.

"I really hope your parents like me," he said. "This is a really big step."

Alexa squeezed his hand. She knew that they would love Dimitri because he made her happy. What they would not be happy about was the fact that they had no idea that Dimitri was even in her life, let alone that she had married without their knowledge. When it had happened, it was like a whirlwind. Thinking about what they were doing might have disrupted what was going on between them. But, now everything seemed real. But, she was so happy now that she knew without any doubt she had no regrets about what had happened. This was right.

*** *** ***

Frankie and Maddie had left their husbands and children at home to meet for a little early Christmas shopping. With their larger families, it was easier to get it done bit by bit as they got closer to the holiday.

"That will be so cute on Kiera," Frankie gushed as Maddie held up a little dress. "And she'll love it."

Maddie smiled. "She loves that colour."

"Purple looks good on everyone," Frankie nodded.

"I think Saffy is getting one like that for Ellie and you know how those two like to match," Maddie said.

"Perfect," Frankie nodded.

"Where do you want to go after this?" Maddie asked looking at another set of dresses.

"Harrods?" Frankie asked. "I always manage to get most of my shopping done there."

Maddie laughed. "And they know you on a first name basis."

"I should have my own department there," Frankie agreed with a grin.

"Don't you?" Maddie asked teasingly.

"One of these days, you might just be surprised," Frankie said as Maddie went to pay for the dress.

Frankie looked at some shirts for Nathan while she waited. Her children were growing up so fast. She could hardly believe Hannah was going on thirteen already. It seemed like just yesterday that a four-year old Hannah was peering up at her from underneath Luna's table. She smiled as she thought of what a long way Hannah had come. She was a talkative, happy young lady who enjoyed everything in her life.

Frankie could hardly wait to pick her up in a few days at Kings Cross. She was eager to hear about everything that was going on at Hogwarts.

"Okay," Maddie said, coming back over with a bag. "Let's hit Harrods... they won't know what to do with themselves."

Frankie laughed. "Just doing my part to help the economy."

Maddie giggled. "So what's new with Hannah? You said she sent you an owl last night."

"Oh telling me all about her adventures with Emma," Frankie replied.

"Keeping out of trouble?" Maddie asked.

"Trying to," Frankie said shaking her head. "Apparently Snape is giving our Em a hard time."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Maddie shook her head too. "Snape and my great aunt Muriel... the only two people in the world resistible to my charms."

Frankie looked at her. "Maddie? You actually tried that look of yours on Snape?"

"It didn't go over so well," Maddie admitted. "I got detention."

Frankie giggled. "Maddie!"

Maddie shrugged. "I figured it might make me as legendary as Jon."

Frankie shook her head. "I can just see it. Him looking all stern and you break out the puppy dog eyes."

Maddie giggled. "For a minute, I did think it would work."

"Poor, deluded little Maddie," Frankie said.

"Hey," Maddie nudged her. "At least I never tried to flirt with Professor Binns."

Frankie stopped walking and pulled an innocent face. "I never flirted with Binns!"

"Uh huh," Maddie said wryly.

"I just tried to convince him to change my marks is all," Frankie said. "I can't help that I'm naturally charming."

"And so you asking him what he was doing later- not minding the fact that he's a ghost..." Maddie began.

Frankie swatted at her. "Madeline Weasley Potter..."

"What would you have done with him?" Maddie asked.

"Nothing!" Frankie said laughing. "Eww, gross!"

"Yeah right," Maddie said, still laughing as they entered Harrods.

Frankie smiled. "I love this place."

"I'd rather get the toys from a magical toy shoppe," Maddie said softly. "But I love Muggle clothes."

Frankie grabbed her friend's hand. "Wait until you see the children's section, Mads."

"I know," Maddie said. "I've been in here a few times."

"They have the cutest little boots that you're going to just swoon over," Frankie gushed. "Izzie wears hers all the time."

Maddie nearly squealed when she saw them. "I have to get the girls both a pair."

Frankie's mobile rang and she reached into her bag. She was going to ignore it when she saw her father's name on the screen. "Hi, Dad. No I haven't purchased your gift yet, but don't worry---"

"Frankie," Neville interrupted. "I just wanted you to know that I was in contact with the Muggle police."

Frankie froze. "What? What is it, Dad?"

"David Wright has disappeared off the radar," Neville said. "He's wanted for coming near Hannah, but they're also after him now for breaking parole and he robbed a chemist."

"No," Frankie whispered.

"He can't get to Hannah up at the school, and I've already sent word to Oliver about the situation," Neville said.

That was only small comfort to Frankie. In just a few days, Hannah would be home. "What are we going to do, Dad?"

"I have some contacts with the Muggle police and they're going to watch your place,"

Neville said. "One in back and one in the front, for the next few weeks. If he tries anything, anything at all..."

"Thank you," Frankie managed.

"Don't worry sweetheart," Neville said reassuringly. "We'll find him." Frankie wanted to believe him.

"I'll call Will and let him know," Neville said. "Alright?"

"Thanks," Frankie said. She hung up and put her phone in her bag in a daze.

Maddie put a hand to her shoulder. "Frankie? What's wrong?"

"David Wright," Frankie managed. Maddie gaped at her.

"He's disappeared," Frankie said. "Robbed a chemist... and no one knows where he is."

"I'm sure they'll find him," Maddie tried to reassure her.

Frankie sighed. "I've got to call Will."

Maddie shook her head. "Come on. Let's go home. You should tell him in person. You need him."

"Sorry, Maddie." Frankie said. "I know we were having fun."

"No need to apologise," Maddie said reaching for her hand. "Come on."

They left Harrods then found an alleyway where they Apparated back to Frankie and Will's house.

"Will!" Frankie called out, grateful that Isabel and Nathan were at school. "Will!"

Will came out of the sitting room. "I just got out of a firecall with your dad."

"He told you?" Frankie asked.

"Yeah," Will said grimly.

Frankie looked helplessly at him. "What are we going to do?"

"We are going to live our lives," Will told her. "Be careful with Nathan and Isabelle, and keep a watchful eye on things. David has no idea where Hannah is, and he can't even get near Hogwarts."

Frankie nodded. "Should we tell her?"

"I think so," Will replied. "Remember how upset she was in Brighton when he found her?"

"Yes," Frankie replied hugging her husband. "Will, are we ever going to be rid of him?"

"He'll be going back to jail when they find him and no judge in their right mind will let him out again," Will replied. "I think we should let Mallory know what's going on."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Maddie asked.

Frankie shook her head. "Not right now, Mads... thanks though."

"If you need anything," Maddie offered.

"Thanks," Frankie hugged her best friend. "I'll talk to you later."

Maddie nodded and made her departure. Frankie sat down on the sofa. "He's out there somewhere."

"I think the most important thing to remember here is not to panic," Will told his wife.

"Right," Frankie agreed. "We can't be like this in front of Hannah."

"But let's not bring this up in front of Nate or Izzie unless we absolutely have to," Will cautioned.

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Stephanie awoke the next morning with a smile on her face. Although she was still worried about Tony, she had not heard or seen from him. It was peaceful here with Gabriel, but she knew it could not last. They had spent the last couple of days, holed up here in his house watching movies and just talking with him. This little cocoon of happiness was not going to last forever because his grandparents were supposed to come home that evening.

"Hey," Gabriel poked his head into the spare bedroom. "I'm going to grab us something for breakfast."

Stephanie sat up in her bed and smiled at him. "You don't have to. I could make us something---"

"I'm just going to a diner a few blocks away," Gabriel said.

"I know I keep saying this but 'thank you'," Stephanie said softly. "You've been amazing."

"I'm not that great," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Stephanie reached for his hand. "You are to me."

He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. Stephanie rested her forehead on his. "I like waking up like this."

"Me too," he agreed softly. "And going to bed like this..."

Stephanie blushed. "Almost perfect."

Gabriel kissed her again. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."

Stephanie grinned. "Blueberry pancakes?"

"If that's what you want," he said.

Stephanie nodded. "Please?"

"Sure," he agreed. "Just make yourself comfortable."

"I'll take a shower," Stephanie said pulling back the covers.

"See you in a bit," Gabriel said as he left.

Stephanie was smiling as she grabbed a change of clothes from her bag. She and Gabe had grabbed a few things from her apartment while Tony was at work. She took a nice, hot shower and slid one of Gabriel's larger sized shirts on while she combed out her hair. She heard the front door and she hurried out to greet him.

"That was quick," she said with a grin. "Oh!" Louis and Margaret Boyd stared at the half-dressed girl. "I am so sorry," Stephanie's face blushed red. "I um... we didn't expect you home..."

"Who is this, Maggie?" Louis asked.

Stephanie managed to stammer out her name. "I'm um... I'm a friend of Gabriel's. He was letting me stay here for a few days while--"

Understanding dawned on Margaret's face and Stephanie realised Gabriel must have told her the situation. "Of course," Margaret said. "And, um, where is my grandson?"

"Getting breakfast," Stephanie said lamely.

"It's okay," Margaret reassured her. "Why don't you go and get dressed?"

"Yes ma'am," Stephanie turned and fled back to the guest bedroom. She had never been so mortified in her life.

His grandparents must think the worst about her, Stephanie thought morosely. She had hoped that their first meeting would have occurred under better circumstances than this.

Meanwhile, Gabriel arrived back home with a large white bag containing their breakfast.

"Steph?" Gabriel called out.

He was shocked to see his grandmother step out of the kitchen. "Your friend is getting dressed," Margaret said.

Gabriel paled. "What---what are you doing here?"

"We wanted to come home a bit early," Margaret replied.

Gabriel set the bag down. "It's not what you think, Gran."

"I wasn't sure what to think at all," Margaret said bemusedly.

Gabriel gave his grandmother a quick overview of what had happened the other night at the bowling alley. "She had nowhere else to go. She took out a restraining order against him..."

"Oh my," Margaret shook her head. "That poor girl."

"We hadn't really thought about where she was going to go after this," Gabriel admitted.

Lewis regarded his grandson. "We don't want trouble here, Gabriel," he began. "But we won't turn away someone who needs our help either."

Gabriel nodded gratefully. "Thanks, Grandpa."

Stephanie peeked back around the corner and Gabriel motioned for her to come into the kitchen. "I'm really sorry," Stephanie started to tell his grandparents.

"It's all right dear," Margaret smiled kindly at her.

Stephanie looked at Gabriel for reassurance. "My grandparents said you can stay here until we figure out what to do," Gabriel told her.

Stephanie shook her head. "I couldn't impose---"

"You aren't imposing," Margaret insisted.

"Thank you," Stephanie said. "It won't be long, Mrs. Boyd. I promise."

"Lewis and I will leave you two alone to enjoy your breakfast," Margaret said.

"Thanks," Gabriel said to them.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so embarrassed,” Stephanie said in a low voice. “Walking out in front of them in your shirt…”

"Its fine," Gabriel reassured her opening the bag.

Stephanie gazed up at him as he took the containers out of the bag. If she let herself be truthful, she'd had feelings for him for quite awhile now.

"Blueberry pancakes," Gabriel said setting the container in front of her. "With lots of syrup."

"Perfect," she said. "Thank you."

"Someday you'll be eating them in your own restaurant," Gabriel said.

"I still dream of that happening," Stephanie said. "Owning some five star place where someone like your father and stepmother dine all the time..."

Gabriel handed her a glass of orange juice. "You'll do it, Steph. I have faith in you."

"I have a long way to go," Stephanie replied.

"My dad is always telling me that nothing worthwhile is ever easy," Gabriel said sitting back down.

"I could say that about a lot of things in my life," Stephanie said thoughtfully.

"Me too," Gabriel said reaching for her hand. "But look at what you've done so far, Steph. Taking out that restraining order and leaving that asshole was a huge first step. I'm proud of you."

"I couldn't do any of this without you," she said softly.

"I wish I had done more," Gabriel said. "The day you came in to the hospital with your wrist..."

"It's all right," she looked away.

Gabriel shook his head and moved his chair closer to hers. "Steph..."

"It's a situation I shouldn't involve anyone in," she said.

"Why?" Gabriel asked her.

"I got myself into it," Stephanie answered simply.

"And you're getting yourself out of it," Gabriel said squeezing her hand.

"Thanks Gabe," she said.

"Eat," Gabriel said smiling at her. "Before it gets cold." Stephanie managed a smile back before digging into her food. They sat in companionable silence, eating their food.

"So I'm back at work today," she said after a few minutes.

Gabriel nodded. "You spoke to your boss, right? About Tony?"

"He didn't care for him, so keeping him out of the restaurant isn't going to be difficult." Stephanie replied.

Gabriel was relieved to hear this. "I'm back at work, too. I have a shift at the hospital later."

"Will you come by afterwards?" Stephanie asked.

"Of course," Gabriel said. "We can do something fun tonight if you're not too tired."

"Like what?" she asked.

Gabriel smiled at her. "What would you like to do?"

Stephanie shrugged. It had been a long time since she'd been able to relax and enjoy herself. Normally she had to work all the time so Tony didn't have to.

"Well, how about you and I pick out a Christmas tree?" Gabriel asked. "We usually decorate around this time."

"I've never done that before," Stephanie said, a smile spreading across her face.

Gabriel smiled back. "Usually my grandfather has to do it, but he never picks out a good one. One year he brought home one that we couldn't even fit through the door."

Stephanie laughed. "I think it sounds like fun."

"It's a date," Gabriel said.

She blushed. "A date."

They finished their breakfast and Gabriel dropped Stephanie off at the diner a few minutes later. He was worried, but he knew her boss would watch out for her at the diner. He promised to see her later that evening and set off for the hospital.

He changed into his scrubs in the locker room and tossed his stethoscope around his neck before heading out for his first round.

He joined his fellow group of interns and tried ignore the daggers Melanie was sending his way.

He knew he would have to deal with her soon, but he wanted to put it off as long as possible. Thankfully, rounds with their resident kept them busy. Gabriel tried to concentrate on the patients, but at the moment his mind was elsewhere. He was worried about Stephanie.

Meanwhile, Melanie was positively fuming. She couldn't believe that Gabriel had left her at the bowling alley then ignored her for two days. What he saw in that pathetic waitress was beyond her. She slammed her charts down at the nurse's station and nearly bumped into a red-haired girl who looked lost. "Watch where you're going!" Melanie snapped at her.

"I'm so sorry," the girl apologized politely. "I wonder if you could help me--"

"Help you with what, Mary Poppins?" Melanie asked disdainfully, mocking the girl's English accent.

Alexa raised an eyebrow at the girl. "Where is Gabriel Boyd- Finnegan?" she asked coolly. "He's interning here."

Melanie rolled her eyes. "Probably saving another damsel in distress."

"Beg your pardon?" Alexa asked.

"I don't have 'information' stamped on my forehead, do I?" Melanie retorted, not noticing that Gabriel had come up behind her. "I don't know where he is and I don't care.”

"And I don't need the attitude," Alexa replied. "All I'm asking is a simple question."

Melanie sighed. "You're wasting your time. He's busy tending to some tramp from the valley..."

"What was that?" Gabriel couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Melanie froze. Slowly, she turned around.

"I had you pegged completely wrong," Gabriel said, looking at her as if it were the first time. "I thought you cared about people- about helpingthem."

Melanie shook her head. "I do, Gabriel. Look..."

"You are not the person I thought you were," Gabriel replied, shaking his head. "We're through."

Melanie glared at him. "Big mistake, Boyd. Big mistake."

Gabriel rolled his eyes as she turned and stomped away.

"Well..." Alexa said. "I guess something can be said for my timing..."

"Long story," Gabriel said giving her a hug. "This is a nice surprise, Lex."

"I missed you Gabe," Alexa hugged him back. "You look wonderful."

"So do you," Gabriel said. "So what brings you back to California? Big story?"

"Kind of," Alexa said. "I came to see you. I have something to tell you."

Gabriel nodded. "Come on. I have a few minutes. We can grab a coffee."

"Great," Alexa said. "It's nice to be back here, even if it's only for a few hours."

Gabriel chuckled and led her over to the elevator. He had a feeling she had some questions for him as well. It would be nice to catch up with her. It had been ages since they had last seen each other what with their busy schedules.

"Saffron wanted to write to you, but I thought it better to come see you in person," Alexa said once they'd gotten their coffee.

"You're making me nervous, Lex," Gabriel said. "It's not something bad, is it?"

"No," Alexa said, sitting back. "Not at all." she paused thoughtfully for a moment. "I'm married."

Gabriel gaped at her. "Married?"

"Yeah," Alexa nodded. "Just a few months ago."

Gabriel noticed the ring on her finger. "I didn't even know you were seeing anyone."

"It happened rather quickly," Alexa said. "But Dimitri makes me so happy."

"Dimitri?" Gabriel asked. "That the lucky guy?"

Alexa fished in her bag and showed him a picture.

Gabriel smiled. "You looked beautiful, Lexie. Congratulations."

"Thanks Gabe," she smiled at him. "I wanted to tell you in person, like I did Saffy."

He listened to Alexa as she told him about her new husband---how he was a photographer, how they had met on an assignment. She seemed very happy. Happier than he could ever remember seeing her.

"Everything's just sort of fallen into place," Alexa said. "I hope it's been the same for you."

Gabriel gave her a wry smile. "Not exactly."

"So you've been gallivanting around with tramps from the valley?" Alexa asked, her eyebrow raised.

Gabriel felt a surge of anger toward Melanie. He shook his head. "There's a girl, but she's not a tramp. Far from it."

"I'm sure she's not," Alexa replied, touching his arm. "Tell me about her."

Gabriel leaned back in his chair. He told her about Stephanie---about how they had met. "She drew me in and I didn't even know it. We were friends, but I started seeing Melanie and she has---had a boyfriend."

"How awful for her," Alexa said. "And you're so noble to help her out, Gabe. I'm glad she has someone like you."

Gabriel shook his head. "I just want to protect her."

"The knight in shining armour," Alexa joked.

Gabriel laughed. "Not quite. I mean I'm not some Russian photographer..."

"But you're you," Alexa said. "And you're fantastic."

"Thanks," Gabriel said genuinely. "She's going to stay with my grandparents and me until she can find her own place."

"That's lovely," Alexa said. "She's lucky to haveyou."

"I think you'd like her," Gabriel said.

"Hopefully someday I'll get to meet her," Alexa said. "I want you to meet Dimitri. It's important to me that you two like each other."

"If he can make you this happy, I'm sure I'll like him," Gabriel said.

"We'll pop over for dinner soon," Alexa promised. "For now... my parents are still getting used to the idea of him and me being married.

"How'd they take it?" Gabriel asked.

"Well..." Alexa paused. "I suppose we were lucky that my father doesn't own a gun..."

Gabriel winced. "That bad?"

"My mum ran and cried in the kitchen for about an hour," Alexa said. "And then my father grilled Dimitri for the next day... I seriously contemplated taking him and running off."

"Well, it was a big shock for them," Gabriel said thoughtfully. "And they didn't even know you were seeing anyone, let alone married. Cut them some slack. They'll come around."

"They're already starting to," Alexa finished her coffee. "At least I think so."

"And Saffy?" Gabriel asked.

"She's still waiting for her chance to grill Dimitri," Alexa said with a grin.

"Uh oh," Gabriel laughed. "Is he ready?"

"I'm not sure," she shook her head. "Saffy wanted to send you an owl with the news but I thought you should hear it in person from me."

"I'm glad," Gabriel said. "I've missed you, Lexie."

"I've missed you too," Alexa said. "Hopefully we can stay in touch better. Travelling like I was made it so hard, even to owl."

"So, you're going to be around a little more now?" Gabriel asked teasingly.

"I hope to be," Alexa nodded. "I miss Ellie and Edward... and Dimitri and I want to have our own children."

"You'll be a great mum," Gabriel said smiling at her.

"And maybe someday, you'll be a great dad," Alexa nudged him. "When you take a breath, that is."

"Are you saying I'm a 'workaholic'?" Gabriel asked pretending to be affronted.

"Like father like son," Alexa returned.

"Very funny," Gabriel said, looking at his watch. "I should get back..."

Alexa nodded. "Thanks for taking time to have coffee with me."

Gabriel stood up. "Of course. I'm always happy to see you."

Alexa gave him a tight hug. "Be careful with that girl I met when I came in. She's a bit loopy."

Gabriel nodded, thinking Alexa did not know the half of it. Melanie was not the person he thought she was. He just wished he had noticed it sooner.

"Don’t' be a stranger," she said when they reached the desk where he'd left his folder. "Come visit us too. Saffy, Andrew and the rest of them all miss you."

"I will," Gabriel promised. "Tell them 'hello' for me."

Alexa hugged him one more time then left him at the desk. He watched her go feeling a bit surreal. She had been his first love and she was married now.

It felt a bit strange thinking about that, but he bore no ill will over the situation. Theirs had been a mutual breakup and he only wanted her to be happy.

The rest of his shift passed by without incident mainly because he and Melanie ignored each other. Gabriel prided himself on not missing much, which was why he could not believe how blind he had been about Melanie.

He had a lot of studying to do, but he figured once he and Stephanie had picked out their tree, he could pull an all nighter and cram for the quiz he had that next day.

He arrived at the diner and could not help the smile on his face when he saw Stephanie behind the counter. "Excuse me, miss?" he asked. "What does a guy have to do around here to get a piece of pie?"

She looked up and a grin spread across her face. "Gabe!"

"How'd it go?" Gabriel asked her.

"No sign of him," Stephanie said, pouring him a cup of coffee. "I half expected him to show up and demand me home but... nothing."

"Maybe he's smarter than I gave him credit for," Gabriel said resting his hand on top of hers for a moment. "I couldn't stop thinking about you today."

"Hmmm," Stephanie smiled at him. "That'll definitely get you a piece of pie."

Gabriel smiled back at her. "That's all it takes?"

She laughed. "Well, for the really good pie..."

"I see," Gabriel said as she got them both a slice of pie. She sat down beside him and he could not resist kissing her on the cheek. She blushed a bit as he stuck his fork into his pie. She wasn't used to being treated so nicely by a guy.

"So, how was your day?" she asked him.

He told her about Melanie and Alexa's visit. "I don't know how I could have been so ridiculous," he said. "Not seeing her for how she is."

Stephanie knew all too well what Melanie was really like. "She showed you the person she wanted you to see. You would have caught on eventually. Her true colours would have shone through."

"Like yours have?" he asked with a grin.

"Stop," she said. "You're embarrassing me now..."

"It's not as bad as greeting my grandparents wearing just my shirt?" Gabriel teased.

Stephanie's face turned even redder. "I'm not going to live that down am I?"

Gabriel laughed. "Two or three years tops."

"I see how it is," Stephanie said. "No more free pie for you."

Gabriel laughed as Stephanie took his plate. "Steph!"

"This is my turf," she laughed.

Gabriel nudged her. "Not fair."

"My turf my rules," she said, sliding his plate back over to him.

Gabriel nodded and help up his hands. "Fair enough."

Stephanie looked over and saw her boss behind the counter. He caught her eye and nodded and winked to her.

Stephanie smiled. With each day, she was beginning to think that she would be able to put Tony behind her.

*** *** ***

With Harry's situation, his healers had strongly recommended that he find a place to stay that was smaller than the Minister's mansion. Since Ethan and Maddie had moved out, the cottage was empty and Harry decided it would be best if he and Hermione moved back in there.

Their three children were helping them pack. Saffron was helping her mother in the library while Julie and Ethan packed things downstairs with Harry's instructions. While he still was unable to walk, he was getting some of his magical abilities back.

"Dad are you sure you just don't want to stay on one level here?" Julie asked. "I mean, as long as Mum is the minister you're supposed to stay here right? With all the wards and such?"

Harry was staring out the window and either did not hear or was choosing to ignore her question.

Ethan sighed. "Dad? Jules asked you a question."

"I heard her," Harry snapped.

"The healer said it would be better for him to be in a smaller space where he would have easier access to the kitchens and the loo," Ethan answered for his father. "This house is so big even on one level."

Julie nodded. "I understand."

Saffron entered the room levitating a box behind her. "Mum's having trouble choosing which books to take with her. She said it would like having to choose a favourite between the three of us. I told her it was okay since I was so obviously the favourite..."

"Oh please, Brat," Ethan shook his head. "My nickname isn't Golden Boy for nothing..."

"I gave them their first grandchildren," Julie said with a grin. "And I was their firstborn."

"This is a ridiculous discussion," Harry said icily.

Harry angrily wheeled out of the sitting room. Saffron shook her head.

"We can't say anything right these days," Julie gazed after their father.

"It's not your fault, Jules," Ethan told her. "He's feeling sorry for himself and taking it out on us."

"Well he shouldn't," Saffron said bluntly.

"Just let him be," Ethan said.

"Whatever," Saffron said, closing the box she was carrying. "He should stop taking this out on Mum too."

"How is she doing?" Julie asked.

"Honestly?" Saffron asked. "I think she's barely holding it together."

Julie sat down. "I wish there was something we could do."

"Best thing is to let them work it out," Ethan replied.

Saffron set her box down and decided to go back to the library. Ethan and Julie were too busy walking on egg shells around their parents. Hermione was still using her wand to box up books and Saffron smiled. "You still sure you don't want to take them all, Mum?"

"I can't fit them in that cottage, Saffy," Hermione replied. "It's all right. I can always come back here for any that I need."

Saffron came up behind her and rested her head on her mother's shoulder. "This library was my favourite room in the whole house. I remember sitting with you on that chair over there and you reading to me."

Hermione smiled thinly at the memory. "From the day we brought you home..."

"You'd finish one book and I'd say 'one more, Mummy'," Saffron grinned.

"So we'd read another, and another..." Hermione recalled.

"Until I fell asleep," Saffron said.

"I miss those times," Hermione said.

"Me too," Saffron said. "So many happy memories."

"Perhaps once your father is recovered we'll move back in here," Hermione glanced around the library.

"Of course you will," Saffron said smiling at her. "This is home."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, but so is the cottage."

Saffron smiled. "Your first place."

Hermione sighed. "Maybe living there again will help your father. I don't know what else to do."

"He hasn't been very nice to you," Saffron said, phrasing it as a statement rather than a question.

"He's frustrated--" Hermione began to make excuse.

"Mum," Saffron interjected. "He might be frustrated, but you're only trying to help. There's no need for him to talk to you like that."

"It's not your place to worry about it," Hermione told her daughter. "Come on. Let's get these packed up."

Saffron nodded. "Of course." They finished packing the books Hermione wanted and headed into the main foyer.

"Harry?" Hermione called out for her husband.

Harry came out of his office. "Yes?"

"Are you ready to head over to the cottage?" she asked.

"I suppose," Harry grumbled. "I'm ready to get settled."

"That's good," Hermione said as encouragingly as possible.

Ethan and Julie came over to them. "Looks like everything's ready downstairs," Julie said brightly.

"Let's go then," Harry said sharply. "I don't have all day."

Julie winced at her father's tone. "Um, yeah. Of course."

"I'll levitate your chair down," Hermione said. "And we'll be off once we're clear of the wards."

"Maddie's meeting us over there with lunch," Ethan said.

"Good," Harry said shortly. "Hermione go get my papers off my desk. I need to take them with me."

Hermione made a move for Harry's office, but Saffron levelled her gaze at her father. "She's not your servant, Dad. You're more than capable of getting those yourself. You were just in there."

Harry glared at his youngest daughter. "Don't speak to me that way, Saffron Grace."

"Don't you speak to Mum that way," Saffron told him. "You know you're in the wrong here, Dad."

"Saffy--" Ethan interjected. "Don't--"

"I'll get it," Julie offered.

"No!" Saffron exclaimed. "Dad can get his own papers. He can get his books, his clothes, whatever else he needs! He complains about us hovering too much then demands we drop everything. Make up your mind!"

Harry wordlessly turned around in his chair and angrily wheeled into his office.

"Saffy that was totally uncalled for," Julie said quietly to her sister.

"Someone needed to say it," Saffron said defensively.

"You could have been nicer about it," Ethan said. "Dad's in a delicate situation."

"And we're not helping matters by babying him," Saffron said. "Ethan, you know I'm right."

"It's all right," Hermione said, rubbing her forehead. "I'll go help him get his papers."

Hermione walked into the office. "Which ones did you want to take with you, Harry?"

“All of them," Harry said snappishly, shoving some into his case. "How am I supposed to work from home if I don't have them with me?"

Hermione ignored his tone and started gathering files. "We'll set up your office in the cottage," Hermione said. "I really can't believe we're going back there. So many happy memories. It will be just like old times, I think."

"Old times?" Harry snorted. "In old times, I could walk. This is hardly like old times."

Hermione looked apologetically at him. "Right, I'm sorry. I was just saying--"

"Let's just go," Harry pushed his chair past her.

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes as she followed her husband out of the office. She felt so distant from him.

Saffron opened her mouth to say something when Ethan pinched her arm. "Ow!" Saffron glared at him.

"Just leave it, Saffy," he said with clenched teeth.

Julie looked at her siblings. "Come on, let's go."

Saffron glared at her brother before shrinking down the boxes and stuffing them into her pocket.

They arrived at the cottage a few minutes later. Maddie greeted them with a grin. "I hope you lot are hungry. I made enough sandwiches to feed a small army---or at least a small portion of the Weasley family."

"Harry should eat something," Hermione said. "It's almost time for his therapy."

Saffron nodded. "And while he's doing that, we can unpack and get things settled."

"Great," Maddie smiled at her father in law.

"Thanks for doing this," Hermione said patting Maddie's shoulder. "You've been a great help, Maddie."

"It was nice being back in this place again," Maddie said. "I'd missed it."

Ethan gave his wife a kiss. "Me too."

Harry pushed himself into the kitchen. "Hermione, I want some butterbeer."

Hermione nodded. "Of course."

"A please would be nice," Saffron said to her father.

"It's---its fine," Hermione said hurrying into the kitchen.

"Dad," Saffron said. "I know what's happened to you is awful, but it's been hard on Mum too."

Harry looked away. He knew that he was being horrible to his wife and he hated himself for it.

"Just let her take care of you," Saffron said her tone softer. "You know she'll do anything for you."

Harry nodded and steered himself in the direction of the kitchen. Hermione was busily pouring the butterbeer into a mug. "Maddie's really stocked the kitchen well," Hermione commented.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "It'll be nice to not have to go anywhere for food."

Hermione handed him the mug. "I think this will be good for us."

"Thanks," Harry looked up at his wife. "Hermione--"

"Yeah?" Hermione asked expectantly.

"I think this will be good for us too," Harry said hastily.

Hermione smiled. "You do?"

He nodded. "This will make things easier for my recovery."

"Absolutely," Hermione said kneeling down.

Harry wasn't quite sure what to say to his wife. He knew his behaviour was deplorable, but he was so frustrated and it was easy to blame someone else.

"Your therapist should be here soon," Hermione said. "How about we go ahead and eat lunch?"

"Fine," Harry replied, pushing himself back towards the table.

Hermione called out for the others. "I don't know about you, but I'm famished."

"I'm always hungry," Maddie came into the kitchen.

"We're lucky she didn't eat it all before we got here," Julie joked.

"Especially the chocolate chip muffins," Ethan teased his wife.

"Shut it, you," Maddie nudged him.

"I'm starved," Harry said. "I haven't really had an appetite for awhile." He gave his wife a slight smile.

Saffron was right---he should remember that he was not alone in this. She was here and she was trying to be supportive. He was going to try to remember that.