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Taking Charge of our Destiny.-April 8th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at October 25th, 2007 (09:06 pm)

current location: The Kitchen at the Burrow
Mental State: aggravated
Background Chatter: Tonks telling Remus to step away

It took Harry and I about a half hour to gather all the stuff we thought we'd need to camp again. We haven't really talked about where we are going first. Only that we're going to stay at the Leaky Cauldron tonight before going to Gringotts in the morning.

"Mate," Harry throws the duffel over his shoulder and moves through the garden. "Listen, while I'm at Gringotts you go over to Fred and George's shoppe. I want you to pick up a few of those items Draco had as well as some shielding equipment."

We trudge through the damp grass and as we approach the back door I hear raised voices.

"They're still going at it?" I ask as I toss my duffel towards the house. "Bloody hell, if we waited any longer for them to come to decisions we'd be as gray as Dumbledore."

"Reds don't gray," Harry mutters and sets his bag beside mine. "Let's do this."

I open the back door and I'm more than a bit stunned at the site that greets me. Remus and Kingsley are standing toe to toe, Tonks is trying to pull them apart, and I can see the veins pulsing in Kingsley's neck.

"Remus, see here," Kingsley shouts. "We need to dictate their training! That's what Dumbledore wanted!"

Remus shook off Tonks hand and growled, "They've done as much if not more than half the order!"

"It's what Dumbledore wanted!" Kingsley shouted again. "He told us that he wanted them trained separately to make them stronger."

Harry steps around me and pulls his wand, "That is not what Dumbledore wanted and I've had just about enough of you all trying to run my life."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Potter," Kingsley fixes his black eyes on Harry. "You haven't an idea what Dumbledore wanted for you."

"Bullshite," I say softly.

"Ron!" Mum shouts. "I will not have--"

I look at Harry and watch him square his shoulders.

Kingsley is in for a bit of a shock.

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April 7th - On the stairs
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at July 27th, 2007 (09:00 pm)

current location: First floor stairs
Mental State: horny

Dobby, as usual, has trays of all of Ron's favorite foods ready for us when we reach the kitchens. It was good to see Dobby again and standing there in the kitchen watching Ron laugh at Winky's drunken tirade and Dobby running through looking for another tray for me, I realize I'd missed him as much as I'd missed Dumbledore.

We talk for a bit and after leaving with our pockets stuffed with sweets, we head for the stairs to take a shortcut through one of the portraits to the fourth floor corridor. The image and idea hit me almost at the same time, shagging on the stairwell and I pull the invisibility cloak from my rucksack and tap Ron on the shoulder.

"You know, we should get under the cloak," I say quickly, looking around in case someone comes up from the kitchens.

"Why? There's no one here, Harry."

"There is ALWAYS something or someone at Hogwarts, Ron. Besides, I'd rather not be seen in the castle and have to explain… or talk to…"

He nods and lets me slip the cloak over his head.

"And now, I've got you," I whisper in his ear, running my tongue along the lobe.

"Harry," he breathes. "What are you… what are you doing?"

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April 7th-To Hogwarts We Go
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at July 26th, 2007 (10:44 pm)

current location: Rons Bedroom the Burrow
Mental State: ,waking up
Background Chatter: Ron moaning in his sleep.

We woke early, just as the sun started to rise. Turning to nuzzle his neck, I slowly caressed his chest and watched him sleep soundly. His chest rising and falling with each breath, his skin warm and inviting, his hair mussed and wild. I love watching him when he's not aware of it. There are nuances to my best mate that I've loved from the moment we met, like the dimple on his cheek, the hollow at the base of his neck where his collarbones meet, even his rhythmic snoring is soothing.

Today we would be going to Hogwarts to talk to Dumbledore and the thought of seeing him again, of seeing Dumbledore in his portrait and not know what he might say… would he even know about Ron and I? He IS rather perceptive. Was…. Was, I'm going to be speaking to his memory, not him.

I turn to look at Ron again and kissing his neck slowly, I slide over him, caressing him with my entire body and smile when I see his eyes flutter and feel him harden under me.

"Good morning, sunshine," I say with a smile.

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April 6th--Wands
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at January 6th, 2007 (10:29 pm)

current location: The kitchen
Mental State: okay
Background Chatter: Harry cursing

I came down to make Harry breakfast in bed and have become totally distracted by this article in the Daily Prophet.

I don't know if should kill Fred and George or laugh

"Morning, Mate."

I jump at the sound of Harry's voice and try to quickly fold up the Prophet.

"Morning, Harry," I hate the squeak in my voice. "Are we going to try the wand today?"

"I need food," Harry grins and straddles me in the chair. "Someone wore me out last night and I've worked up quite an appetite."

I blush and roll my eyes.

"Mate that last time was your idea," I grin at him and waggle my eyebrows. "I have to admit that feeling your Quiddtich gloves on my cock was brilliant."

I pull him in for a kiss and try to stuff the Prophet into the rubbish bin.

He pulls away and arches his eyebrow, "Why are you trying to hide the Prophet from me?"

I blush and move it out of his reach, "I'm not."

"You are too," Harry frowns and reaches for it.

The chair spills backwards as he shifts his weight on my lap. We fall into a heap on the floor and he grabs the Prophet from my had. He reads quickly, his eyes scanning the page, and I watch as they widen and his mouth falls open.

"Fred and George," I mutter. "Got us into a bit of a--"

"Lavender Brown! Me and Lavender Brown!"

"Better than Eloise," I mutter and shift underneath him. "Maybe Lavender will send you a necklace."

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The Daily Prophet for April 6th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at January 6th, 2007 (10:16 pm)

The Dynamic Duo
The Boy-Who-Loved and His Red-Headed Sidekick – Ministry Pick-up Artists
By: Rita Skeeter

Rita Skeeter here. Reporting on all the news you want to hear. Last night’s Ministry event: Heroes – Past and Present went off brilliantly. Wizards from all over the world came together to honor all the fabulous achievements of wizard-kind in the past 200 years. And yours truly was there with a front row seat.

Honorees attended from Antarctica to Zimbabwe. Wizards mingled with the portraits of those who have gone on. But the biggest honor of the night was bestowed upon Harry Potter. Harry has been a dear friend of mine since the Tri-Wizard events when he was only 12 years old.

The true story from this night of revelry was not about any of the honors. Rita Skeeter has hunted down the real story just for her loyal readers. The real story of the evening, Ladies and Gentlemen, comes to us from the two lovely ladies I had the opportunity to speak to.

These two ladies who have the dirt inside scoop on Harry Potter and his friend Donald Weasley. Lavender Brown and Eloise Midgen are here today to tell us what happened after the glitz and glamour of the evening.

Skeeter: So ladies, it is nice to have you here with us today.

Brown: Thank you so much, Rita. It’s nice to be here today.

Midgen: Yes, thank you.

Skeeter: So, let’s get right down to it. You are here today to tell us your stories about what happened AFTER the event. Tell me, what happened?

Brown: Well, I had gone to the Heroes event as a personal guest of Minister.

Skeeter: Really? That is sooo interesting. And did you happen meet any old friends there?

Brown: Oh yes, I had a lovely night catching up with many of my old school friends. But I was most excited to catch up with my dear friend, Harry Potter.

Skeeter: Ah, yes. Mister Potter. The main honoree of the evening.

Midgen: I was there, too.

Skeeter: Yes, of course you were dear. And who did you meet?

Midgen: Well, I was overjoyed to finally meet Phineas Fogwater, the man who invented the…

Skeeter: No, my dear. I meant did you meet anyone interesting?

Midgen: He was interesting.

Skeeter: So, Lavender – tell us about Harry Potter.

Brown: Well, I’ve been friends with Harry since we were in school together. He’s always been a lot of fun. And last night was no different. We danced until the band stopped playing.

Skeeter: Yes, and when the party was over, that was when the fun really began, wasn’t it?

Brown: Oh yes. When everyone was beginning to leave, Harry asked if he could walk me to the floo. I thought this would be the end to the night. But as I was preparing to go home, Harry asked if I’d like to come to his place for “a nightcap”

Skeeter: He didn’t? Tell me more.

Brown: So we all went back to Harry’s place.

Skeeter: All? Who else was there?

Brown: Oh, yes – Eloise and the Weasle came along, too.

Midgen: Stop calling him that, Lavender. His name is Ron and you know it.

Skeeter: So, you four went back to Harry’s flat? Tell me, what was it like?

Brown: Well, I had expected a bit more. The flat was a little messy. And it had a strange smell. But, Harry was very charismatic. He made us something called a Mystic Mohito. He and the weasel…

Midgen: Lavender, you promised!

Brown: Fine. Harry and Weasley kept drinking some other foul smelling drink. But they kept telling us it was a “health tonic”

Skeeter: And then what happened?

Brown: Well, after a few drinks, Harry asked me if I wanted to see the moon. I thought he was going to take me up to the roof. But before I knew it, I was up in his room.
Skeeter: His room? Really, tell us more!

Brown: Well, we had a fun night. But when I woke up this morning, he wasn’t there. I went down to the kitchen and the weasel…I mean, Weasley’s brothers were in the kitchen. They said Harry had to leave. But that he “thanked” me for the night.

Skeeter: Oh, really? What an ungentlemanly thing to do!

Eloise: Ron was very nice. After Lavender and Harry left, he flooed me home and made sure I got in safely. He was very much a gentleman.

Brown: And I had thought that Harry was such a nice man. I just don’t know…

At this point Ms. Brown began to cry. I tried comforting her, but could not get anything further from her. I mean, she was inconsolable. Harry Potter, the supposed-to-be Savior of the Wizarding World is a cad. Who uses women and then throws them away. Is this the man we want to be honoring? I ask you, loyal readers, is this the man we want to save us all?

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Degoming the Garden and Twins- April 5th
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at November 29th, 2006 (10:56 pm)

current location: The garden
Mental State: frustrated
Background Chatter: Harry cursed and gnomes giggling

I've checked every room upstairs but I can't find Harry.

Damn it! I told him to rest! He promised!

I swear I'm going to have to tell Mum on him. The prat has only been awake for a couple of hours. He tried to seduce me twice, tried to climb in the shower with me, and he's probably down there making me something like raw oysters for breakfast.

Does he not realize he could have died?

Honestly, you would think after an experience like that he might consider just resting for a bit.

I head downstairs and tug my shirt on when I reach the landing.

Wouldn't want to tempt him.

"Oi, Harry," I call out as I walk towards the kitchen. "Mate, I thought I told you to rest."

I enter the kitchen to find it completely spotless and empty.

Bugger! Where the hell is he? Did Moody kidnap him and force him back to St Mungo's?

"Fucking, no good, worthless—"

The voice is coming from outside and I almost trip in my haste to get outside.

What I see astounds me, angers me, and quite frankly scares the hell out of me. Harry's in the garden, chucking gnomes over the fence, and the words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

"Fucking hell, Harry," I shout as I storm through the grass. "You were injured! Now is not the time to degnome the garden!"

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Battles and Treatments-April 4
by Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
at November 3rd, 2006 (10:19 pm)

current location: St. Mungos
Mental State: worried
Background Chatter: Bells going off and potions being mixed

We got word a half hour ago that they were going to be bringing in a large number of injured from a Muggle village just north of London.

I'm nervous since I've been called into service but no one is here yet and we're waiting.

I think the waiting is the hardest part and there's a rumor that several Aurors were injured. It's scary to think that even seasoned Aurors can be hurt in the line of duty.

I've managed to get together my supplies and I've made sure I've got the potions on my belt fully stocked. Healer Redmond has been bustling about, finding empty rooms, and we've set up a triage with the mediwitches and wizards right in the lobby.

I hope I don't mess things up too badly.

I hope I'm able to help.

I bloody well hope I remember how to do Muggle stitches.

Blimey, I may throw up.

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I've grown accustomed to your face - March 30th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at October 13th, 2006 (11:16 pm)

Mental State: annoyed

I can’t sleep.

Even with the tent to myself, I can’t get to sleep. Moody gave everyone their leave but I get to keep working off my ‘carelessness’, fucking wanker!

I keep thinking about Ron and the fact that I miss his voice. I miss more than his voice, to be honest, but — to bloody hell with this!

I pull the mirror from my pocket and am about to call when I think better of it. He’s probably busy.

Busy doing what at this hour? He could be on rounds.

Or he could be hurt! He’s not hurt.

“How do you know?” Oh hell! I’m really losing it if I’m having an argument with myself over this! I decide to call him and actually end up waking him.

He’s sleeping? While I’m sitting here worried sick over him?

“Wake up, Ron!”

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Owl to Ron - March 15th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at September 22nd, 2006 (09:19 pm)


I owled Professor McGonagall and she said yes to everything.

I miss you so much. How are you?

All my love,


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Owls to sort some things out - March 15th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at September 22nd, 2006 (09:15 pm)

Dear Professor McGonagall,

I'm sorry for not writing sooner. I hope you are doing well.

Ron and I have been concentrating on our training and planning. That is why I'm contacting you. We want to come to visit Hogwarts during the Easter holidays to talk to Dumbledore's portrait and also, if you have it, take a look inside his Pensieve.

And because we need a break.

Look forward to hearing from you.




My dearest Harry,

It was a delight to hear from you. So much so, that I'm not going to scold you for not writing sooner.

You and Ron are more than welcome to visit during the Easter holidays. But please do not expect too much from Dumbledore's portrait. He tends to talk in circles.

His Pensieve is still here with me. You can use it as long as you are here, but due to the delicate nature of its contents, it must remain here at Hogwarts. I'm sure you understand.

Give my best to Ron.

I'm looking forward to your visit.


Minerva McGonagall


Dear Professor McGonagall,

Thank you. We'll owl you closer to the date and let you know when we'll be arriving.

Also, we need to keep this between us. This is not an official visit. I'm sure that you understand.

I'm looking forward to seeing you.



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