Hello Owen. I do so much love this chapter. You did exceptional quality writing especially with the conversation between Ginny and Hermione. I'm sooooo relieved Hermione isn't having some mid life crises the way she was dressing and the place she chose to eat. It all makes sense now that we know what her plans were. I can imagine her shock when Harry comes strolling along with Ron. Anyway, Ron shouldn't have left. It looks like they had a great week-end planned.
Poor Hugo. It doesn't look like he'll be getting a response back from his dad anytime soon.
Albus is in a world of hurt. I hope he's ok. It sounds like he needs to get to the hospital wing on a stretcher.
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Sighing, he sent his last obliviator team to Glastonbury and began reading the file attached to the memo, his face frowning ever deeper with every passing detail. It certainly explained why there was no trace of 'death boy' near Hogsmeade.
I'd love to be reading that file attachment over Harry's shoulder. I'd need more light though.
But, I am ever so curious as to what it says. Something helpful to Harry I hope.
It's good the girls are released from the hospital Wing. And I would loved to have heard more from the fat lady about Cei's descendants. But, of course Rose wouldn't be interested in that. I bet Lily would have listened to more before she went into the common room.
Hugo was adorable with his thoughts and drawing of the Centaurs. I wonder why there aren't any woman centaurs in JK's story.
Loved loved loved the message Hermione sent Harry. The perfect thing to say. And you wrote this wonderfully,
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he'd been dreaming of Ginny and unaware of the smile that crossed his face when Hermione's message arrived. "Go home, Harry, and show your wife what she means to you."
Like a lovestruck teenager, Harry dropped everything and sprinted out of the office; Hermione's message telling him that Ginny was not mad at him anymore.
Bouncing through his front door, Harry remained unaware of Ginny's presence until he noticed the smell coming from the kitchen - his favourite meal was being cooked. Silently, he crept into the kitchen, a bouquet of roses in each hand. still silent, he wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed the top of her head, whispering "I love you" as he held her.
Ginny took a deep breath taking in the smell of the roses and her man. revelling in being back 'where she belonged.' How could she ever have doubted him?
Breaking apart after an eternity, they apologised, giggling as they talked over each other. Ginny conjured some vases for the roses, setting them down on the kitchen worktop before pulling Harry into another embrace and kissing him fiercely.
An hour later, the dinner was a forgotten, burnt mess. Harry and Ginny were snuggling in bed, enjoying their reunion, neither looking foward to the morning and having to get the house ready for four teenagers.
Makes my heart sing!
Poor Hermione, waiting for her husband and he won't be returning anytime soon it appears. My heart goes out to her.
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Ron involuntarily shivered, the dark surroundings and overwhelming sense of evil he felt from them was beginning to crush his spirit. Every few feet he could make out the features of serpent-esque carvings, there was something different to the ones he had seen in the Chamber of secrets but he did not want to risk increasing the chances of being detected - he felt like he was being followed but could not tell where the stalker was, if there was one. He could not even summon the will to examine the broken pottery and scroll fragments that littered the floor
Ahead, a torch with a green flame lit the entrance to a stairwell. The shadows of the serpents near it seemed to come alive as the flame moved. The laughter had long gone, replaced by murmuring voices that were always close but too far away to understand.
Ron stumbled on a cracked flagstone and before he could stop himself, swore loudly. Before he could recover from the shock of hearing his own voice, wind assaulted his senses and he saw two robed, hooded figures in front of him. One, more comfortable in the eerie surroundings than the other, quickly bound Ron and hauled him from the floor, the conjured ropes hanging him from the ceiling and cutting into his skin.
This you wrote brilliantly. I was able to see completely with every step Ron took. I actually was telling him to be careful walking over the pottery that was scattered on the floor. But, alas, he couldn't hear me.
I was soooooo afraid of this.
Tremendous chapter Owen. I loved it so much. I'll be watching for your next post.