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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
3,138
Reviews:
49
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 23 - Demented
I\'m so proud of myself for posting so regularly :-D I might fall behind a bit starting soon. I\'ve started work on my second story, The Adonis Effect, which will be a Hermione/Sev story, so I might not be as far ahead of myself as I\'d like to be. I\'m currently writing chapter 25, and I\'m usually 4 or 5 chapters ahead of posting. Adonis won\'t be posted for a while though. I haven\'t even figured out how \'ll be dividing the chapters yet.
But on to the review love!
Carmen - Lucius will get his for being the world\'s biggest jerk! And more Hermione/George smut to come.
Emel_Raines - yes, feel free to beat up Lucius, just make sure he lives for me to work my evil fanficcy shenanigans on him!
I told you this story would get away from me!
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*Chapter 23 – Demented*
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“Hey Harry.” Ginny kissed her boyfriend on the cheek as the rest of the group stepped out of the fireplace.
“Hm? Oh, hey Gin.” Harry rubbed his eyes and stretched. He had fallen asleep on the couch about thirty seconds after he got home from the Ministry.
“Long day?” Ron knocked Harry’s feet off the couch and sat down next to him. Ginny flopped down in an armchair across the room.
“Hm.” Harry nodded in agreement and moved to the floor between Ginny’s knees. He propped his head on her knee and fell back asleep.
“So much for that.” Sephera took the spot Harry had just been occupying.
“I’m gonna go take a shower and get in my pajamas.” George made his way up the stairs to his room.
“Ginny, do you still have that drawer full of my clothes, or did I take them home? I can’t be arsed to check,” Hermione asked, yawning widely.
“Should still be there. If not, you can borrow a shirt from me. Toss me that magazine, will you?”
“What, Witch Weekly? Rubbish.” Hermione threw the magazine to Ginny and followed George up the stairs.
Sephera and Ron stretched out on the couch. She rested her head on one of his arms, and he slid two fingers of his other hand into the waistband of her jeans. Sephera covered his hand with hers and fell asleep.
“Anything good in there, Gin?”
“Not really. Unless you want to hear about The Ten Most Useful Spells Every Witch Should Know.”
“Pass, thanks.” And Ron nodded off too.
Ginny heard water running up stairs, followed by what she could have sworn was a giggle. She read Useful Spell Number Six.
“The sixth most important spell every witch should know is how to charm your hair into a braid…” She rolled her eyes. Her mum had taught her how to do that when she was eight. She heard another giggle upstairs, then a squeal.
“George! Stop that! Not the soap!” followed by more giggles. Ginny rolled her eyes again.
Ten minutes and half a crossword puzzle later, Hermione came down the stairs wearing her pajamas and carrying a pile of towels. But her hair was dry.
“Thought I heard you giggling in the shower,” Ginny asked, eyebrow raised.
“No. George kept trying to pull me in with him, but I didn’t want to. So he kept splashing me.” Hermione grinned. “I showed him.” She held up the pile of towels to show Ginny.
“Aren’t those…”
“All the towels from the bathroom. Yes.” Hermione grinned even wider. Ginny stifled a laugh to avoid waking Harry. Hermione dropped the towels on an armchair, went to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses of water, and came back to the living room. “Listen, if Fred gets home before you go up to bed, would you politely ask him to crash in Ron’s room? I’m pretty sure Ron’ll be down here for the night…”
“I see what you’re getting at. Sure, I’ll tell him. I’ve had to pull the same move for him a few times when Angie comes over.”
“Thanks Gin. Owe ya.” Hermione ran back up the stairs clutching her glasses of water.
Not two minutes later, Arthur Weasley came in the door.
“Evening dad. Busy day at the office?”
“Awful. Harry didn’t tell you?”
“No, he was asleep when we got back.”
“We recovered Voldemort’s wand from the quidditch pitch after the battle, but when our committee went to pull it out of the vault for research, it was gone.”
“Was it? Well, the joke shop was ransacked. Fred is still there restocking the shelves. I suppose he’ll be back soon. They’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, no doubt.”
“Who’s that?” asked Arthur, pointing at the ebony-haired girl asleep in his youngest son’s arms.
“That’s Sephera. She’s Professor Snape’s daughter.”
“His daughter?!”
“He had to keep her under wraps because of You-Know-Who.”
“Ah, makes sense. Well, I’m exhausted. Is your mother in bed already?”
“She was when we got back.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Goodnight Ginny.” He kissed his daughter on the forehead.
“Night dad.” Ginny slowly began nodding off, fingers entwined in Harry’s black hair.
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“PERCY! STOP!!!” Ron awoke in the middle of the night and sat bolt upright on the couch, nearly throwing Sephera off the edge.
“Ron! What’s wrong?” Ginny leaped from her chair, nearly tripping over Harry, who was already scrambling on his hands and knees to the edge of the couch.
“Oh Merlin…” Ron tried to catch his breath, eyes as big as dinner plates. “That was horrible.”
“What was?” Sephera grabbed his hand.
“Was it the same as last time?” Ginny asked her brother, sliding into the other seat on the couch next to him. Ron nodded.
“What was it last time?” Harry asked.
Arthur stuck his head out into the corridor and listened. He had woken up to the sound of Ron screaming and the rest of the kids shouting, but now everything was quiet. He sat at the top of the stairs and kept listening.
“I’ve been having the same nightmare for months. I should really have told you about it, but I’ve been putting silencing spells around my bed at school I’ve been so embarrassed about it. I told Hermione about it a few months back.”
“What was the dream?”
“Well, you know how the Dementors went over to You-Know-Who’s side, right? Well in my dream, they set the Death Eaters loose from Azkaban. Then I keep dreaming that the Death Eaters kidnapped Fudge and take him to the Dementors. The Dementors give him the Kiss and suck his soul out of him, then the next morning, Percy finds him slumped over in his desk at the Ministry. He tries to shake him awake, but Fudge just sits there in his chair and dribbles and looks terrible. Percy finds a note on his desk. I can’t really read it in my dream, but Percy starts crying. Then he gets this look on his face. Like he feels sorry for Fudge or something. But then his face goes all icy, and he kills him.” Ron crumbled in Sephera’s arms and started to cry. She smoothed his hair and whispered soothing things in his ear, gently rocking him back and forth. The rest of their friends just sat around looking surprised. Ginny fell back into her armchair, Harry leaned back between her legs, and Ron curled up, still sobbing, with his head in Sephera’s lap.
Arthur stood from his spot on the stairs and went back to his bedroom. What he’d just heard from downstairs confirmed some suspicions he had held for the longest time: His son was gifted with hindsight.
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But on to the review love!
Carmen - Lucius will get his for being the world\'s biggest jerk! And more Hermione/George smut to come.
Emel_Raines - yes, feel free to beat up Lucius, just make sure he lives for me to work my evil fanficcy shenanigans on him!
I told you this story would get away from me!
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*Chapter 23 – Demented*
-~-~-~-
“Hey Harry.” Ginny kissed her boyfriend on the cheek as the rest of the group stepped out of the fireplace.
“Hm? Oh, hey Gin.” Harry rubbed his eyes and stretched. He had fallen asleep on the couch about thirty seconds after he got home from the Ministry.
“Long day?” Ron knocked Harry’s feet off the couch and sat down next to him. Ginny flopped down in an armchair across the room.
“Hm.” Harry nodded in agreement and moved to the floor between Ginny’s knees. He propped his head on her knee and fell back asleep.
“So much for that.” Sephera took the spot Harry had just been occupying.
“I’m gonna go take a shower and get in my pajamas.” George made his way up the stairs to his room.
“Ginny, do you still have that drawer full of my clothes, or did I take them home? I can’t be arsed to check,” Hermione asked, yawning widely.
“Should still be there. If not, you can borrow a shirt from me. Toss me that magazine, will you?”
“What, Witch Weekly? Rubbish.” Hermione threw the magazine to Ginny and followed George up the stairs.
Sephera and Ron stretched out on the couch. She rested her head on one of his arms, and he slid two fingers of his other hand into the waistband of her jeans. Sephera covered his hand with hers and fell asleep.
“Anything good in there, Gin?”
“Not really. Unless you want to hear about The Ten Most Useful Spells Every Witch Should Know.”
“Pass, thanks.” And Ron nodded off too.
Ginny heard water running up stairs, followed by what she could have sworn was a giggle. She read Useful Spell Number Six.
“The sixth most important spell every witch should know is how to charm your hair into a braid…” She rolled her eyes. Her mum had taught her how to do that when she was eight. She heard another giggle upstairs, then a squeal.
“George! Stop that! Not the soap!” followed by more giggles. Ginny rolled her eyes again.
Ten minutes and half a crossword puzzle later, Hermione came down the stairs wearing her pajamas and carrying a pile of towels. But her hair was dry.
“Thought I heard you giggling in the shower,” Ginny asked, eyebrow raised.
“No. George kept trying to pull me in with him, but I didn’t want to. So he kept splashing me.” Hermione grinned. “I showed him.” She held up the pile of towels to show Ginny.
“Aren’t those…”
“All the towels from the bathroom. Yes.” Hermione grinned even wider. Ginny stifled a laugh to avoid waking Harry. Hermione dropped the towels on an armchair, went to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses of water, and came back to the living room. “Listen, if Fred gets home before you go up to bed, would you politely ask him to crash in Ron’s room? I’m pretty sure Ron’ll be down here for the night…”
“I see what you’re getting at. Sure, I’ll tell him. I’ve had to pull the same move for him a few times when Angie comes over.”
“Thanks Gin. Owe ya.” Hermione ran back up the stairs clutching her glasses of water.
Not two minutes later, Arthur Weasley came in the door.
“Evening dad. Busy day at the office?”
“Awful. Harry didn’t tell you?”
“No, he was asleep when we got back.”
“We recovered Voldemort’s wand from the quidditch pitch after the battle, but when our committee went to pull it out of the vault for research, it was gone.”
“Was it? Well, the joke shop was ransacked. Fred is still there restocking the shelves. I suppose he’ll be back soon. They’ll tell you all about it tomorrow, no doubt.”
“Who’s that?” asked Arthur, pointing at the ebony-haired girl asleep in his youngest son’s arms.
“That’s Sephera. She’s Professor Snape’s daughter.”
“His daughter?!”
“He had to keep her under wraps because of You-Know-Who.”
“Ah, makes sense. Well, I’m exhausted. Is your mother in bed already?”
“She was when we got back.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you in the morning. Goodnight Ginny.” He kissed his daughter on the forehead.
“Night dad.” Ginny slowly began nodding off, fingers entwined in Harry’s black hair.
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“PERCY! STOP!!!” Ron awoke in the middle of the night and sat bolt upright on the couch, nearly throwing Sephera off the edge.
“Ron! What’s wrong?” Ginny leaped from her chair, nearly tripping over Harry, who was already scrambling on his hands and knees to the edge of the couch.
“Oh Merlin…” Ron tried to catch his breath, eyes as big as dinner plates. “That was horrible.”
“What was?” Sephera grabbed his hand.
“Was it the same as last time?” Ginny asked her brother, sliding into the other seat on the couch next to him. Ron nodded.
“What was it last time?” Harry asked.
Arthur stuck his head out into the corridor and listened. He had woken up to the sound of Ron screaming and the rest of the kids shouting, but now everything was quiet. He sat at the top of the stairs and kept listening.
“I’ve been having the same nightmare for months. I should really have told you about it, but I’ve been putting silencing spells around my bed at school I’ve been so embarrassed about it. I told Hermione about it a few months back.”
“What was the dream?”
“Well, you know how the Dementors went over to You-Know-Who’s side, right? Well in my dream, they set the Death Eaters loose from Azkaban. Then I keep dreaming that the Death Eaters kidnapped Fudge and take him to the Dementors. The Dementors give him the Kiss and suck his soul out of him, then the next morning, Percy finds him slumped over in his desk at the Ministry. He tries to shake him awake, but Fudge just sits there in his chair and dribbles and looks terrible. Percy finds a note on his desk. I can’t really read it in my dream, but Percy starts crying. Then he gets this look on his face. Like he feels sorry for Fudge or something. But then his face goes all icy, and he kills him.” Ron crumbled in Sephera’s arms and started to cry. She smoothed his hair and whispered soothing things in his ear, gently rocking him back and forth. The rest of their friends just sat around looking surprised. Ginny fell back into her armchair, Harry leaned back between her legs, and Ron curled up, still sobbing, with his head in Sephera’s lap.
Arthur stood from his spot on the stairs and went back to his bedroom. What he’d just heard from downstairs confirmed some suspicions he had held for the longest time: His son was gifted with hindsight.
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