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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 06:12 am (UTC)

"I'm not sure about this," I mutter and look at Harry. "Mate, you were just knocked out--"

Harry rolls his eyes, "Mum, I'm fine. Now the sooner we do this the sooner we can go flying. We've still go two days and we're going to Hogwarts tomorrow."

"All right then."

I'm not mothering him I'm just concerned.

Despite my uneasy feeling and the butterflies in my stomach I wrap my hand around Harry's and the wand. I take a deep breath and say a brief prayer to Merlin that we don't mess this up.

Remus sets Dad's workshop down and I exhale slowly. Harry shivers and I feel his body tremble against mine as we both level the wand at the shed. I concentrate hard on simply enlarging it and I feel the magic flowing through me, over me, and it surrounds Harry and I.


The shed begins growing and keeps growing. It adds a second level, sprouts a terrace balcony, and as wand shakes in our hand we watch as it finally haults.

"Bloody hell," I whimper as the wand burns our hands. "Bloody hell."

We sink to the ground panting and I hold out my hand to Remus. He looks at the blisters that formed on my palm and when Harry turnes his hand over he's got the exact same mark.

"Remus?" Harry whispers. "What is all this?"

"I'm not completely sure, Harry," Remus helps Harry stand and Tonks summons a bandage to cover the blister. "I don't want you to heal that. I want Madam Pomfrey to look at it tomorrow."

"Can we go flying now, Harry?"

"Hold on a moment," Harry insists. "What do you mean you're not sure? You said--"

"It's a theory, Harry." Remus replies. "Nothing more. I want you to talk to Dumbledore's portrait."

"But--" I begin.

"No buts, now eat your chocolate and go fly," Remus says and takes Tonks hand. "We're having lunch with Andromeda today. I'll be back in the morning to escort you to Hogwarts."

Remus and Tonks Apparate and I look over at Harry.

"What the hell is all this?" I sigh.

"I don't know, Ron," Harry lifts his hand to my cheek. "I just don't know and if you don't want to do this I understand."

"I'm in this all the way, Harry," I say softly. "I'm with you all the way--no matter what."

"Then lets go fly," Harry kisses me softly and helps me to my feet. "Remus took the wand."

I shake my head slowly and pull him towards the broomshed.

I wonder what I'm going to tell my dad.