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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."


Posted by: Auror Weasley (auror_weasley)
Posted at: January 28th, 2007 04:33 am (UTC)
Ron: Earnest

"Hold on," I say raising my hand and waving it about. "Hermione wasn't insecure."

Harry huffs and crosses his arms over his chest, "Oh yes she was! Why do you think she always had to be right. She was insecure about everything."

"I'm not insecure," I wave my hand again. "I just am not that powerful of a wizard. My spellwork is a bit shabby--"

"Ron," Tonks chimes in. "Healer Redmond told me about your work at St. Mungo's. There is nothing shabby about your spellwork."

"The point is that both of you are going to have to control your emotions," Remus frowns. "What ever Ginny and Hermione were feeling when they used their wands you're going to feel. What ever the other is feeling you're going to feel."

"What!" Harry shouts. "Well that defeats the whole purpose of my training with Mrs. Tonks!"

"Not really," Tonks says thoughtfully. "What Mum is teaching you is to seperate your self from your mind. It stands to reason that you would seperate yourself from your true feelings."

"I can't do that," I say softly. "I have--well it's just that--" I rub the back of my neck. "So if Harry is angry and full of hate for Voldemort then I'll be same?"

Remus nods, "But I don't believe you can destroy hate with hate."

"I have to hate don't I?" Harry explodes and I can almost see the fear and anger radiating off him. "It's the only way I can cast an Unforgivable."