The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

So, what are the plans of the slytherin girl? We'll have to wait and see. I am posting this at the same time as a Parody story, hope I don't mess up the files.

Chapter Three: Fun in the Sun

The Weasleys were packing baskets with food and supplies as Harry arrived.
He had moved into Grimmauld Place after Arthur had renewed the secret keeper magic and Harry had chosen Neville as secret keeper.
None of his adoptive family seemed insulted by his choice, especially after they had each been unequivocally invited to come at any time and Harry spent more time with them at their place, anyway.
Kreacher had become a model house elf after they had returned to find him despondent by the treatment he had received from the Death Eaters.
The little elf was even willing to believe that muggleborns were not to be scorned and hated, after Hermione had helped to heal him of the injuries he’d gotten in the final battle.
Today, the family was going on a picnic in the camping grounds where the Quidditch cup was held and Harry was hard put to stay out of the way of preparations.
Bill and Fleur arrived just in time with Charlie, who had been staying in the Shell Cottage for awhile.
Percy had invited Penelope Clearwater, and Hermione was along, also.
George, who was still a little aloof since the death of his twin, was taking advantage of the attentions of Angelina Johnson. Harry had been surprised that Fred and George had actually competed against each other for her attentions for years.
They had agreed, George said, to keep things civil and let her choose, but in the end, fate had chosen for her. Angelina seemed to be giving the surviving boy both shares of her love, now.
Harry and Ginny had agreed to take things slowly and they kept Charlie company, as the rest paired off and tended to ignore the elder brother.
“You could join them,” Charlie said as the three sat on the spread out quilt under a shady tree. “I’m not in need of a babysitter.”
“Charlie, we enjoy your company. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?” Ginny asked as she leaned against Harry’s chest. “We want to stay here with you.”
“Well, I want to take a walk. By myself.” Charlie said, rising and brushing off his tan pants. “Not that I don’t love being around you two, but I’m no third wheel. Enjoy, Mate.” He said to Harry as he walked away.
Harry smiled up, apologetically, then looked down at the girl in his arms. Ginny had turned to face him and threaded her arms around his neck. “He really was getting depressing. I wish he would just find himself a girl, already.” she said, her eyes looking into Harry’s intently.
“Didn’t you listen, Ginny. He’s not looking to find a girl.” Harry said as Ginny rubbed the tip of her nose against his. “He has other plans."
“That was all nonsense, Harry. He’s just sad because he hasn’t got a girlfriend. And because he’s getting old.” the rest of her words were broken by kisses she pecked on Harry’s mouth. “He . . . should . . have . . found someone. . . by now.”
Harry stopped these speculations by kissing her deeply, but his mind stayed on the topic.
Charlie had been talking about his plans to return to Romania and only one name had surfaced more than once.
Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Quidditch player.
He had wanted to talk to Ginny about the thought this had brought to mind, but she was single-minded in her devotion to the idea of all her siblings happily married and settled down to raise families.
Harry both loved her for this and was frustrated by it.
He knew that he had promised the portrait of Dumbledore to live a simple life and ensure that the curse of the elder wand ended with him. But Harry had become listless over the last month and his mind had been drifting at the oddest times to memories of his previous quests and the thrill he had felt at his accomplishments.
Something inside of him was begging him to move and something in Charlie’s eyes was drawing his mind to memories of other eyes. . . Eyes that had looked at him with an intensity of emotion every time they had been near each other.
Charlie looked this way every time he had mentioned the Bulgarian man, though the emotions never seemed to be of hate, it was still strong raw feelings.
Harry was beginning to wonder what had been the true nature of the feeling that had been root behind his own drives. He loved Ginny, but there wasn’t the same degree of feelings that he had shared with another.
These things excited and scared him.

Pansy watched carefully as the couple played among the trees. Gregory Goyle stood behind her looking irritated and gruff. He made little growling noises every so often.
“If you don’t be quiet this will never work,” she growled back at him.
“Why don’t we just grab the girl and use her,” He asked.
“You aren’t afraid of him, are you?” Pansy teased. “He’s just a wizard, like you.”
“No. I’m not afraid of ‘im. I just wanted to get to your house.” Goyle said shifting “And your promise.” he added smugly.
Pansy glared at him, only once, then returned to spying on the two lovers.
The girl sped to a group of trees and hid among the trunks as the man chased blindly. When he entered the copse, the girl sprinted off to the other side and ran up the hill and over, out of sight.
“Now, do it.” Pansy said, pushing Goyle forward.
The other pulled out his wand and waved it toward the trees. “Expelliamos.” He shouted as he aimed it at the view of clothing between the two trees and a wand flew away from the man. “Petrificus Totalus.” he added and the body stiffened and fell against two saplings. The trees leaned, but did not snap.
Goyle pulled out a black cloth bag and lumbered forward, covering the captive from behind and wrapping him securely.
“Okay. Let’s go.” He said, lifting his burden and apparating away. Pansy picked up the wand and followed behind.
Hermione turned around when she heard the two cracks and scanned the trees she had just left.
There was no sign of her red-haired boyfriend among the trees and she called out, desperately. “Ron? RON!”