How Will He Know?

[Alesia]

Title: How Will He Know?

Summary: A series of vignettes centered on how Harry (and us) might find out Albus and Minerva were indeed a couple. Each vignette is independent of the rest, so what happens in one of them has no relevance as to what happens in the others.

Rating: Everyone

AN: I owe the main idea of how the Bonding spell works to Foci and her fabulous work – ‘Foretold Love’. BTW, Foci this one is for you.

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Vows Revealed

Late into the night, a bright light shone from the small window of Ron Weasley’s room. Surrounded by old books and dusty parchments, Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny scribbled notes and made lists. There were just two days until Bill and Fleur’s wedding. The Burrow had been a bustle of activity ever since the foursome’s return from Hogwarts only five days ago. With Fleur’s family arriving tomorrow, Molly Weasley had heaped loads of chores on the returning students from the moment they stepped off the Hogwarts Express. The cleaning imposed on Grimmauld Place two summers ago was nothing compared the complete top - to - bottom scrubbing the Weasley home had undergone in the last few days.

Despite all the activity, Harry was still intent on leaving as soon as possible to search for the Horcruxes. Ron and Hermione were still intent on accompanying him. Ginny, meanwhile, was intent on contributing where she could, whether Harry’s girlfriend or not. During the long train ride home, Harry had concocted his plan. They would stay at The Burrow until the day after the wedding, and then head to number four, Privet Drive – staying only long enough for the blood protection to take affect. Hermione guessed that would take about two weeks. The next stop was Godric’s Hollow and in search of the remaining Horcruxes. The amount of work Mrs. Weasley required of them during the day had forced the four to study and plan for the trip after dinner and late into the night. Harry had only told Ginny the smallest bits of information about what he, Ron and Hermione would be looking for.

Ginny was in charge of securing supplies and communication. She was making supply lists, arranging the ordering and delivery of anything the Trio might need and did not have. Ginny would accompany them on the journey as far as Godric’s Hollow. She’d then act as the Trio’s point of contact with the Order and the rest of the wizarding world. Ginny and Hermione had teamed up together to find and research as many spells as possible before the Trio would leave on their quest. According to the timeline drawn up by Ginny and Hermione, the four of them would review every spell in the entire Hogwarts curriculum, including the sixth - and seventh - year spells, before Ginny would leave them at Godric’s Hollow.

Hermione, who was in charge of research and facts as usual, was continuing to hunt for references to the identity of R.A.B. She was also attempting to learn as much as she could about the Hogwarts Founders, including any known relics they left behind. She had read Hogwarts, A History yet again and then moved on to lesser-known works.

Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were combing through any Ministry records and reports on known Death Eaters, their property and possessions. Ron hypothesized if Lucius Malfoy had had possession of Tom Riddle’s diary; maybe the some of the other Death Eaters were safeguarding the other Horcruxes either knowingly or unknowingly. While attempting to remember everything Dumbledore told him over the last year, Harry was constructing a list of possible places Tom Riddle might have deemed worthy enough to hide one of his precious Horcruxes.

Ron’s stomach started to rumble; dinner had been several hours ago. Ron headed out of his room announcing he was going downstairs to get a sandwich and some pumpkin juice. Hermione decided it was as good a time as any for a break. She and Ginny immediately started discussing how Hermione was planning to wear her hair for the wedding. Harry shut his eyes in a vain attempt to relax.

Several minutes later, Ron burst through his bedroom door, out of breath and without his midnight snack. “You are never going to guess what I heard Dad and Bill fighting about downstairs.” This immediately caught the attention of everyone in the room. Ron seemed as though he was in a state of shock. “I can’t believe it. Dad was almost yelling. Bill stormed out of the house. I have not seen Dad that mad since the day he throw out Percy. I just can’t believe it.”

“Ron! What is it? What could have Dad yelling?” The concern was evident in Ginny’s voice.

“Bill and Fleur are going to do a Double Bonding at the wedding.”

Hermione’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. Ginny just stared at her older brother dumb struck. “No, they can’t!” Ginny’s voice rang with outrage, as her anger overrode her shock.

Harry just remained in his seat, slightly confused. “Ginny, what could be the problem with them performing a Bonding? Isn’t that normal at Wizard weddings?” Three bewildered faces met Harry’s statement.

Hermione began to explain. “Harry,” she said in her typical ‘where have you been all this time’ tone of voice, “when wizards marry they have the choice of a regular Muggle wedding, a wizard bonding, or the combination of both.”

“Hermione, I know that so I don’t see why a Double Bonding would be that much more of a big deal.”

“Mate, don’t you get it? A regular Bonding can be broken if the couple splits up but only with a series of complex spells. A Double Bonding is, well…” Ron’s voice trailed off.

Hermione broke in, “Permanent. A Double Bonding cannot be broken. The magic ties the couple together forever - in this life and all of eternity. Unlike a normal Bonding, when one dies, the other isn’t able to remarry.”

“Yea, Harry, it’s hugely serious. Mum and Dad didn’t even perform their Double Bonding until their 20th wedding anniversary.” Ginny’s eyes had gone all misty. Ron rolled his eyes until he caught the dreamy look on Hermione’s face as she stared straight at him. “It was a beautiful ceremony - the whole family was there. I was seven. It was the first time Mum bought new robes for herself since Charlie was born. She made me a matching dress, even though it was her and Dad’s special day. When the spell was completed, a golden aura surrounded both Mum and Dad for hours. It was extraordinarily beautiful.” The look of joy on Ginny’s face made Harry’s heart flutter.

“Harry, mate, the point is most couples don’t perform a Double Bonding spell until after they have been together for some time. The spell is traditionally saved for significant anniversaries or for when the couple’s last child comes of age. Bill and Fleur want to do a Double Bonding now, not later.”

“He could be tied to her forever! I cannot believe Bill is even considering it! What if in five years he hates her? What then?” Ginny’s voice betrayed both her love and concern for her eldest brother.

Hermione attempted to be rational. “Maybe they won’t be able to find someone to perform the spell. A Double Bonding is extremely complex and can only be completed by some of the most skilled wizards.”

“No, I heard Bill tell Dad they had already gotten one of the senior curse-breakers Bill used to work with in Egypt to agree to do it.”

Ginny just groaned. “I can’t think about working anymore tonight.” She looked to Hermione. “I am going to bed. Are you coming?”

With one last look at Ron, Hermione followed Ginny out of the room.



In the two days before the wedding, The Burrow was the center of an even greater amount of hustle and bustle, which Harry hadn’t been sure, was possible. Ironically, it was both Mrs. Weasley and Fleur together, who mended the rift between Mr. Weasley and his oldest son. Fleur told both men she loved Bill too much to let a single spell come between her and her new family. Molly informed the two men she had faith in Bill’s choosing Fleur as his wife. With the women in happy agreement, the couple decided to perform the regular Bonding spell and the subject was closed.

At breakfast the morning of the wedding, Ginny explained to Harry that Bonding spells weren’t always successful; no one really knew why. If Bill and Fleur’s Bonding spell was successful, Bill and Fleur would glow silver. She went on to explain that the couples in attendance who were also bonded would glow as well. The more intense the metallic color, the greater and older the bond between the couple. Her parents, and any other couple who was doubly bonded, would once again have the golden aura around them. The thought of the glowing couples brought a bit of sorrow to Harry’s heart. If my parents were here, Harry wondered, what color would they glow?



As the time for the wedding grew closer, Ron and Harry acted as ushers, greeting the guests, and helping them to their seats. The ceremony would take place in the meadow near The Burrow. Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley, along with Fleur’s mother and her sister, Gabrielle, had decorated the area with hundreds of flowers and fairies. Molly had outdone herself with both the amount and variety of food. With their work finished, the women retreated to The Burrow to get ready, leaving Harry, Ron, and Mr. Weasley to greet the arriving guests. Charlie was babysitting the exceptionally nervous Bill. Fred and George had volunteered to mind the food and refreshments, which made both Harry and Ron very nervous.

As the guests started to arrive, Harry was surprised at how many attendees he knew. He had met Fleur’s family over the last few days. The other guests, a few of Bill’s classmates from Hogwarts and his colleagues from Gringotts, had arrived and all happily introduced themselves to Harry. Most of the Order was expected to attend as well.

Remus and Tonks were the first of the Order members to arrive. Harry decided now was the time to ask the nagging question hanging out at the back of his brain. Without even a greeting, Harry marched up to Remus and Tonks, who were in a happy conversation with Ron and his dad, and voiced his question. “Remus, were my parents double-bonded?”

Remus raised his eyebrows. Tonks made eye contact with both Arthur and Ron. She asked what there was to eat and the three of them wandered away from Remus and Harry.

“It’s nice to see you to Harry. Yes, Tonks and I are doing fine. You should come and see us at Grimmauld Place this summer.”

Harry signed, knowing Remus’ response was a direct repercussion of his initial rudeness. “I am sorry, Remus. I just found out about the Double Bonding Spell a few days ago and it has pestered me ever since.”

Remus understood now what had Harry upset. It was the thought of Lily and James not being together in eternity. Taking a deep breath and saying a small prayer, Remus plunged forward, “Harry, your parents were very, very much in love. Although they didn’t actually perform a Double Bonding Spell while they were alive, I know their love for each other, for their lives together, and for you most of all, bound them together both in this life and the next.”

A huge sense of relief washed over Harry. “I just couldn’t live with the fact they might be separated from each other as well as from me.”

Remus gave Harry a hug. “Harry, my boy, I am sure there are a number of souls all confederated together in their watch over you.”
Knowing Remus was referring to Sirius and Dumbledore, just as much as his parents, he grinned, comforted in the thought that those who he loved and lost were watching over him. Putting a hand on the older man’s shoulder, Harry spoke what was in his heart, “They are watching after us both, Remus. I am sure of it.”

Remus returned the grin and guided Harry towards the others.



As the ceremony started, Harry and Hermione grabbed two seats next to Tonks and Remus on the outside end of a row. Ron, decked out in new dress robes thanks to Fred and George, was standing with Bill, along the rest of his brothers, which, surprisingly included Percy, who had the just arrived. The vision of Ginny coming down the aisle in a periwinkle bridesmaid dress nearly caused Harry’s heart to stop. Just as his mind began to play out what it would be like to hold her in his arms while dancing with her in that dress, something moved. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw three figures Apparate to the edge of the meadow. Instinctively, Harry reached for his wand and started to get up. As the figures drew closer, he recognized the familiar gait of Alastor Moody accompanied by Madam Pomfrey. Instantly, Harry knew who the third of the three figures was. She was dressed in black robes from head to toe. Her robes did nothing hide the fact she was thinner and looking older then Harry remembered her being just a short week ago. Alastor and Madame Pomfrey made their way to two seats a few rows behind the four of them. Harry couldn’t help but notice Professor McGonagall stopped at the edge of the crowd just off to the side and didn’t take a seat.

As the ceremony started, Harry’s imagination wandered. He scanned the crowd, wondering what couples among them were bonded and happy. Harry’s eyes refused to obey his brain as they continually found their way back to Ginny. In Harry’s mind, she was a vision of perfect loveliness standing up there with Fleur and Gabrielle. His thoughts drifted from Ginny to his parents, and what it would be like to have them with him here now. Would they have liked Ginny? Harry wondered about his parents. Thinking it over, he was sure they would have. The thought of Harry introducing Ginny to his parents made his eyes water. Harry had to escape. Getting up as quickly and quietly as he could, Harry made his way to the back of the crowd.

Just as he rounded the last row of seats, the spell was completed. Harry felt the wave of magical energy radiate through the crowd. Bill and Fleur emitted a shimmering silver flush. The Bonding spell had been successful! Looking away from where Bill and Fleur were standing, Harry noticed a number of the couples in the crowd starting to glow. Surprisingly, Alastor Moody and Poppy Pomfrey sat hand in hand, glowing a beautiful, pure, light silver. Harry suddenly realized they had been newly married. Molly and Arthur sat surrounded by a flawless golden aura. Ironically, Harry realized the strongest and purest glow was emanating, not from the crowd, but from someone to his side.

Harry turned his head towards the light. Standing just a short distance away from him was Minerva McGonagall. His professor stood surrounded by the most brilliant display of golden light Harry had ever seen. It wasn’t only the light which fascinated him but also the feeling of peace and completeness emanating from her as well. Her eyes were closed. Her face had a look of absolute contentment. Harry slowly realized the light around her had begun to take shape. It appeared to be enveloping her in an embrace. Harry stared, awestruck, as the shape took on the form of Albus Dumbledore. The glowing form of Dumbledore kissed McGonagall on the cheek, whispered something in her ear that made her smile, and nuzzled her neck as his form gradually faded away. Realizing he had just witnessed one of the most intimate displays of love he would probably ever see in his life, Harry swallowed and quietly walked toward his former Head of House. Harry wanted her to know he wouldn’t fail her and Dumbledore.

“Professor?”

Her eyes were wet with unshed tears as they met his. “Yes, Harry?” Her voice was softer then normal.

The use of his first name startled him a bit. “I am glad you loved him. He deserved someone as wonderful as you. You deserved him as well.”

Her mouth curved up a little. She brought her hand up to rest on Harry’s shoulder. “We were very happy together for almost fifty years. Thank you for your kind words, Harry. Albus loved you very much, as do I. I am sorry he wasn’t able to stay with you until…the end.”

Harry gathered Minerva into a tentative hug. “Don’t worry; I know what I have to do. We will win. He didn’t leave you in vain.”

She wrapped her arms around him returning his awkward embrace. “Thank you Harry. The Order and I will be there for you when you need us. You know that right?”

Harry nodded his head as he basked in the warmth of her arms around him. “Come, Harry, I believe it is time for some of Molly’s wonderful cake.”

End of vignette #1

[Sensiblyquirky]

I love this idea, and am so glad you thought of it. As for this one I loved how Harry found out, and the way the light formed into Dumbledore. Can't wait for the next one.

Christy

[JKMcGonagall]

Oh, this is a really wonderful idea for a series of stories. I will be looking forward to each and every one of them. I think it was a wonderful way for Harry to find out about Min and Albus. I, too, really liked the way the light seemed to turn into Albus, and that he and Min were able to share a happy moment even though he is gone. I have read Foci's story and really loved the bonding spell. I think that you have used it wonderfully here.

Kay

[Hogwarts Duo]

Hey! Sounds like you've got a great idea about the vignettes and I am also looking forward to the rest of them. The light taking the form of Albus was absolutely beautiful and so touching. While it was a sad moment, it was also a moment to cherish until Minerva's end.

[TartanPhoenix]

I loved this!! The backstory was perfect, and the ending actually made me sniffle. I'm just waiting for the next one. Great as always.

[hasimausi]

OMG. this was sooo beautiful
I am looking forward to read the next vignette...

[Jessabelle]

That was wonderful, I thoroughly enjoyed it! Please post another one soon!

[Alesia]

Ginny’s Protection

The Hogwarts Express pulled into platform nine and three quarters, returning the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to the world outside of school. The train ride home could only be described as maudlin. All of the students on the train had attended the funeral of Albus Dumbledore, their beloved Headmaster. Harry, Ron, and Hermione spent the entire train trip planning their next moves. Ginny acquiesced to Harry’s request to sit in their compartment. Harry rationalized to her that he just wanted to be sure she made it home safe. In reality, Harry knew he was being selfish but his heart just couldn’t bear parting from her physically, quite yet. His mind had accepted his choice, but his heart was still fighting the decision - even now after telling her they could no longer be together.

Stepping off the train, Ron and Ginny immediately searched for their parents. Molly and Arthur Weasley had attended the funeral and watched the students board the train at the station in Hogsmeade. Ron and Ginny assumed their parents had also taken the Hogwarts Express back to King’s Cross station. Hermione was unable to locate the Grangers. Nor did Harry see Uncle Vernon waiting for him. As the foursome realized everyone they were expecting to meet was missing, Alastor Moody stepped out of the shadows behind them.

“Follow me, you four; grab your trunks and no talking to anyone,” growled Moody. He started herding them toward one of the exits. Moody ushered them off the platform, out one of the exits and through a door marked ‘Private’. The room, a security office of some sort, filled with monitors and computer screens. In the center of the room, pacing, was Remus Lupin; his face clouded and troubled.

Ginny immediately registered their former professor’s unease. “Remus, what’s wrong? Where are Mum and Dad?” Her voice was worried and betrayed an underlying sense of anxiety. Ron stepped behind his sister, placing a hand on her shoulder as if to steady her.

“Your parents are still at Hogwarts along with the rest of the Order, Ginny. They are trying to plan what to do next. Hermione, I contacted your parents to let them know we would be picking you up from the station. The Dursleys are aware we will be bringing the four of you by later today.”

“Huh?” Four very surprised teenagers stared at Alastor and Remus. Remus smiled at their reaction. Moody stumped back and forth, watching the door and the teens.

Harry, first to recover his senses, asked the question on all of their minds. “Remus, I don’t understand. I cannot imagine Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia allowing Ron, Hermione, and Ginny to stay at their house. They barely tolerate me.”

“We will deal with them, Potter.” The old Auror’s voice was stern and brokered no argument. “Unfortunately, the Order is stretched too thin right now. We cannot protect everyone without grouping people together. Not right now, not after…” Moody’s voice faltered.

“That bastard’s betrayal.” Ron’s voice was hard and more grown up than anyone expected.

A sigh escaped Remus as he picked up where Moody’s voice had failed him. “As you all know, Dumbledore was the Secret Keeper for the Order.” Four heads nodded in confirmation as Remus continued. “Well with his…death, we are somewhat exposed. The Fidelius Charm is, fortunately for us, still in effect on Grimmauld Place, so Headquarters and the more important secrets are secure.”

“Only because Kingsley and I insisted he choose a backup Secret Keeper after he injured his hand last summer!” interjected Moody.

“Please tell me Snape wasn’t the backup!” The manner in which the hated man’s name passed Harry’s lips displayed the venom and hatred in the young man’s heart.

Remus and Moody exchanged a knowing look. “No, Potter, he wasn’t, but he does know who the backup is. That person is now a target,” grunted Moody.

Remus continued, “But the names of the members and other things about the Order, such as how we communicate and how often we meet, weren’t protected by the charm. So we have to regroup and take a guess as to what Voldemort may or may not be finding out as we speak.”

“Who is it? And what does that have to do with protecting us?” Hermione, finally recovered from her daze at the news they were going to the Dursleys, spoke for the first time since they had entered the room.

“Always straight to the point, hey, Miss Granger?” Moody nodded at her approvingly.

Remus decided to ignore the first part of Hermione’s question for the moment. “Ginny and Ron, the Order has decided your father should be our next leader. We feel his sense of strategy and politics is the best.”

“Bollocks!” Ron interrupted.

“Ron!” Hermione swatted at him for his choice of language.

“I never thought the Order would choose Dad. That’s amazing. I guess all those chess strategies he taught me really do have a use besides just beating Harry.” Ron grinned and puffed out his chest in an expression of pride for his father.

Remus nodded approvingly as he continued. “This means extra security for your parents and brothers. When the meeting is finished, all of your family will be escorted to Grimmauld Place.”

“Except that git Percy, I’d bet,” Ron interrupted.

Remus, looking toward Alastor, who nodded, ignored Ron’s statement and continued. “We should have the extra wards up around The Burrow in a few days. Until then, we need to keep the four of you in one place - that way we only have to guard three different places.”

“Three?” Harry was still puzzled.

“Yes, Potter, three!” Moody’s patience was wearing thin. His instincts telling him they were staying in one place too long. “Privet Drive, Grimmauld Place, and Loch Laughlin.”

Harry was still confused. “Loch Laughlin? Who lives there?”

“Professor McGonagall.” Looking toward her friends, with a glint in her eye, Ginny spoke for the first time since she asked about her parents. Her eyes were alive with understanding. “It only makes sense doesn’t it, that she would have been his choice for the backup Secret Keeper?”

“You have turned into quite a bright young lady, Miss Weasley.” Moody patted Ginny’s shoulder.

Ginny turned her wide brown eyes toward both Moody and Lupin. There was a loud intake of breath as she gasped and stepped toward the older men. “But, Mr. Moody, if Snape knows she is the back up Secret Keeper, does that mean Snape knows the rest as well?” The pitch of her voice had steadily climbed while she spoke.

Remus bent down to her level so he was looking directly into her eyes, his hands grasping her upper arms as he questioned her. “What rest, Ginny? What do you know?” Remus’ voice betrayed the seriousness of what he was asking the young girl.

Moody chuckled. “She has figured it out, Remus. I can tell by how worried her voice is. She knows their secret.” He chuckled again. “When did you find out, Ginny?”

Ginny suddenly found her shoes very interesting. The Trio stared at her wondering what she knew; they didn’t. Finally unwilling to wait for the young girl to break the silence, Moody spoke again. “They refused to believe they were that obvious.”

“They weren’t! They weren’t that obvious.” Ginny snapped to her Professors’ defense, shaking her head. “They thought I was asleep. It wasn’t their fault.” Ginny was on the verged of tears, Harry grasped her hand. Ginny pushed Harry’s hand away, steadied her voice, and continued. “I found out the first night I was in the Hospital Wing after Harry rescued me from the Chamber of Secrets. Professor McGonagall came in and sat by my bed after Dad made Mum leave to get some rest. Professor McGonagall, she held my hand and spoke softly to me. I don’t think I would have even known she was there if it hadn’t been for the quiet Scottish ballad she sang to me. After a while, Professor Dumbledore came in. He put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her lightly on the cheek. They reminded me of my grandparents. Professor Dumbledore transfigured the chair Professor McGonagall was in into a small loveseat. He sat down and held her in his arms.”

Again, Ginny stopped in an attempt to reign in her emotions. A tear made its way down her cheek. Ron put an arm around Hermione’s waist. Hermione was visibly shaking; the gravity of what Ginny was telling them wreaking havoc on her emotions. Harry made a move toward Ginny.

Ginny held up a hand to stop him. Her blazing brown eyes met his green. “Professor McGonagall was crying into his chest. She muttered things like ‘I can’t believe it happened again’, ‘I should have been able to stop it this time’ and ‘I should have been able to protect our children’. Professor Dumbledore kissed her and nuzzled into her hair, while he held her tightly. They were so beautiful together.”

Another tear escaped the corner of Ginny’s eye. “He told her she wasn’t responsible for either time and she had done her best to mother us all. After she stopped crying, Professor Dumbledore told her he loved her, thanked her for being his wife, and that they would soon be going home to Loch Laughlin.”

Harry swallowed his own tears as he realized how much pain his Head of House must have been experiencing over the last days. He looked away from Ginny. Harry’s heart broke once again and immediately refilled with rage toward the cause, one Severus Snape. Harry met Ginny’s eyes once more, as she started to speak again.

“As they got up to leave, I pretended to wake up. I told Professor McGonagall thank you for everything she did for us.” Ginny almost too choked up to continue. She threw herself into Remus’ unsuspecting arms. “I told her thank you for being our mother and loving us as much as she did. She hugged me as tight as my mother ever has. Professor Dumbledore embraced us both. I think he knew I had been awake and seen them.” Ginny, no longer able to hold her emotions in, sobbed into Lupin’s shoulder.

Shifting Ginny from his shoulder to Harry’s, Remus stood and confronted the other three. “So I suppose this means the three of you knew as well?” Three heads shaking no met his question. Moody laughed outright.

“I vowed I would never tell anyone what I had discovered, Remus. I could never hurt them that way,” Ginny muffled, still sobbing into Harry’s shoulder.

“Well, it appears the young lady here knew before the rest of you. Hey, Remus?” Alastor slapped Lupin on the back. Remus shot a nasty look Moody’s way.

“Moody, what do you mean by that?” Ron said, still cradling Hermione tightly, while holding his sister’s hand.

“Minerva didn’t tell the majority of the Order until today. I only knew because I was there in the beginning when they fell in love. So no, sweet Ginny, Snape doesn’t know who Minerva is to Albus, thank goodness. She is in enough danger as it is.” Moody took up his pacing once again.

“How long, Mr. Moody?” Hermione speaking through her tears, while still cuddled to Ron’s chest. “How long had they been together?”

“Fifty four years, Hermione. Only Poppy and I knew the truth for sure until today.” Moody glanced toward the slowly recovering Ginny and chuckled. “Well, I thought we were the only two who knew.” Making eye contact with Ginny, nodding approvingly and smiling, Moody continued, “Come on, you lot. We have to get you to Harry’s relatives.” The two men started to move towards the door.

None of the teens moved. The four of them were engaged in some kind of unspoken communication. The other three nodded at Harry. Harry turned toward their two former professors and finally spoke. “Not until you two promise, promise to keep her safe, above all else…even me. We owe him that much at least.”

Remus sniffled and blew his nose. Moody looked away, wiping his face with his handkerchief. After a few moments, Remus and Alastor looked each other in the eye, nodded to each other and shook hands. Looking then at the four youngsters, the men promised to keep her safe, over and above all else, even Harry. The six headed out the door, bound for Privet Drive.

End of Vignette # 2

[Sensiblyquirky]

If your goal is to get me closer and closer to tears with each one then you are doing one heck of a job! I loved this possibility: Ginny knowing but not telling, and how Albus comforted Minerva. Can't wait for the next one, even if it might make me tear up.

Christy

[QuillofMinerva]

***sniffle sniffle***

I loved both of these vignette's so far!

I really liked how Albus comforted Minerva at Ginny's side **sob**

Looking forward to the next one

Clayre x

[Hogwarts Duo]

I loved the scene in the hospital wing when Ginny overhears Albus and Minerva's conversation. It just seemed like something they would do.

[TartanPhoenix]

The hospital scene was perfect. I think Minerva cares far more about the students than they realize, and this was an exellent example.

[angeldust]

these are wonderful i can't wait to read more im so chocked up now

[JKMcGonagall]

I can't say you are getting me closer to tears, because after the second one, I am in tears. The scene in the hospital was so perfect and so like Albus and Minerva. That was a hard secret for Ginny to have kept from everyone all those years. She is a very loyal young lady, and every inch a Gryffindor. I loved the promise that the children made Moody and Remus agree to. I hope that they can keep her safe.

Kay

[Jessabelle]

This was very good! It was really sweet and I like that Ginny was the one who something that the others didn't. And, the way she found out was very very moving. Excellent work! Please post again soon!
- Jess

[Orion's Guard]

Awesome. I really like the idea of a series of one shots with the same premise but different plots. Will they all be post-HBP?

[Isabelle]

Oh my, these are wonderful so far! Very sad, but beautiful nonetheless. This was a great idea! Can't wait for the next one!

Liz

[Jessabelle]

Please post another one soon!
- Jess

[Alesia]

AN: I didn't like this one very much when I first posted it. Thanks to some great feedback it is now in two parts and l like it a whole lot better. I hope you do to.

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Hope and Chances

Harry Potter stared out the window of his room on number four, Privet Drive. He had returned from Hogwarts ten days ago. Although this was the last time he would be forced to stay at his relatives’ home, he never fathomed his stay would turn out anything like it had. Aunt Petunia picked him up at King’s Cross Station by herself and took him to a restaurant for supper, which in itself was a huge shock. Harry could only ever remember going to a restaurant once before with his relatives and that was only because Mrs. Figg wasn’t able to watch Harry the day they took Dudley out for his birthday. For Aunt Petunia to do anything alone, except go to the market, was also out of character. What she told Harry that fateful afternoon astonished him more then all of his discoveries since his eleventh birthday combined. During dinner, Aunt Petunia showed him everything she had kept hidden all these years under the bottom stair step – the letters, the mementos, and the wand. The two of them talked for many hours - about his parents, her choices, his life, and what he was facing - although without much real detail. Even as separate from the Wizarding world as his aunt was, Harry wasn’t willing to disclose fully the gravity of the task before him. By the time Harry and his aunt had left the restaurant, they had come to an uneasy understanding. Aunt Petunia was wise enough not to ask for Harry’s forgiveness and Harry didn’t offer it, but a truce was called.

From that first day on, this summer at Privet Drive was a completely different experience for Harry. Aunt Petunia spent several hours telling Harry about his maternal grandparents and showing him pictures of her, his mother, and his grandparents taken as his mother and she grew up. Harry couldn’t decide whether his aunt was showing him all of this because this was his last stay at her house or if she had somehow realized what Dumbledore had been trying to say last summer or if all of this was just because Dudley and Vern where away. Fortunately, for Harry, Dudley and Uncle Vernon had gone on a Smeltings’ sponsored father – son trip to Devon. They weren’t due back until tomorrow. Remus was due to pick him up in two days for Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

In reality, Harry was only staying at Privet Drive as a favor to Professor Dumbledore. “Dumbledore…” Harry sighed as thoughts of the deceased Headmaster caused Harry’s heart to ache. Sentiments of great joy and pride quickly swept over the sadness. Searching his memories, Harry struggled to recall all the things the Headmaster had taught him, not just over the last year, but the last six years as well.

Harry’s mind was replaying their first real conversation during his first year while they stood before the Mirror of Erised, when he spotted a large tawny owl headed toward his window. Harry opened the window instinctively. The owl carried a rather large parcel. Maybe it’s from Ron and Hermione, he thought. Hermione should be at The Burrow by now. She was only going to spend a week with her parents and then head to Ron’s.

Gripping a string on the package with its beak to keep from crushing the parcel, the owl landed on Harry’s desk. Harry untied the package from the bird’s leg and fed it a bit of leftover sandwich. The return address immediately caught his eye – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry wondered who from Hogwarts would be sending a package to him. Did I leave something behind? Harry wondered. Even though he had told Ron and Hermione he wouldn’t be returning to school for his last year, no one else would know of his decision yet, so it couldn’t be about that. Secretly, Harry hoped he could convince at least Hermione to return. He hated the thought that she would sacrifice her chance at being Head Girl for him. Not to mention the deadly fear that gripped his heart when he thought about that by choosing to go with him, Hermione and Ron were putting their lives in grave danger for him.

Shaking his head as if physically chasing the demons of dying friends away, the package captured Harry’s attention once again. It was probably from Hagrid, an early birthday present, treacle fudge most likely. But my birthday isn’t for three more weeks. The more Harry inspected his unexpected mail, the more he realized it couldn’t be from Hagrid. It was much too neatly wrapped. Removing the string and first layer of brown paper packaging, Harry discovered an envelope. The crisp handwriting and the seal on the back of the envelope left no doubt in Harry’s mind who the originator of the package was. “Professor…no, Headmistress McGonagall,” he corrected himself. Opening the letter, Harry read his former Professor’s words.

Mr. Harry J. Potter,

This box contains a Pensieve and a number of memories Professor Dumbledore wished you to have. I know he was using memories in your lessons with him, so I can only assume these are those. Neither I, nor any one else that I am aware of, has seen these memories. You will find one of the bottles is larger then the rest. This bottle was found near the box labeled as yours. If this larger bottle is not related to your studies, please return it to me so I may forward it on to whom it is intended.

Regards,
Minerva McGonagall

Headmistress
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The lack of empathy in the letter struck Harry as overly cold. It was almost as if Professor McGonagall had written this same letter multiple times already. But then again, Harry considered, maybe she has. Who knows how many memories and other things Professor Dumbledore left behind? A chill ran down Harry’s back as the thought of the arduous task facing McGonagall. She was probably in the process of going through all of the Headmaster’s things and distributing them according to his wishes. Harry thoughts drifted to Sirius. I should have done that for him. There must be things Remus, Tonks, or her mother should have. Harry vowed to discuss the subject with Remus when he arrived.

Returning his thoughts to the task in front of him, Harry opened the rest of the package. Under the careful wrapping, he found a Pensieve, smaller and newer then Dumbledore’s. Harry pondered the object before him. But why would Professor McGonagall buy me a Pensieve? Maybe on Dumbledore’s instructions? When the letter said Pensieve, he assumed it would be Dumbledore’s old one.

At the bottom of the package was a wooden box with his name inscribed on the top. Opening the wooden box, Harry discovered 12 bottles. Each bottle was labeled – Hokey, Morfin, Ogden, Orphanage, Slughorn, etc. Instantly, Harry recognized these were the memories he had seen over the last year in Dumbledore’s effort to teach him more about Tom Riddle’s past. The largest bottle, the one Professor McGonagall spoke of in her letter, was located at the back left corner of the box. Harry picked it up, examining the swirling silver liquid inside.

This memory seemed to be different then the others. It was thicker and had a brighter silver sheen. The label was the oddest part – Narrow Escapes. Harry’s curiosity kicked in. Is this a series of incidents when Riddle had almost been captured or stopped? He quickly dumped the thick liquid into the newly unwrapped Pensieve. Fleetingly, he wondered if the Ministry would pick up activating the Pensieve as the use underage magic. Dismissing the thought and hoping the Ministry had better things to be monitoring, Harry submerged his head into the Pensieve.



The swirling mists solidified. Harry found himself facing the wall of an army tent. He could hear bombs exploding in the background. Turning, Harry confronted a much younger Albus Dumbledore. Professor Dumbledore’s hair was shorter and still auburn. Harry realized this memory must have taken place around the time of the first opening of the Chamber of Secrets. In the professor’s arms was a fascinatingly beautiful woman with green eyes and raven hair. Harry could almost hear Hermione’s voice reverberate in his head. It’s during the war, you prat. Don’t you listen at all in History of Magic?

“Please, Albus, just tonight, let me stay.” She pressed her lips to his, in a passionate kiss.

“Minerva…” Hearing the woman’s name caused Harry to start. He looked again, closer this time. The beauty was indeed his Head of House. Memory Dumbledore spoke again and Harry refocused his attentions. “Minerva, I would love nothing more then to have you spend the night in my arms, but I have left instructions to be alerted as soon as we locate Grindelwald’s position. I will not have your reputation or honor tainted by having someone find you here.”

Just as Dumbledore lowered his lips to hers, a voice rang out from outside the tent. “Albus.” Harry recognized the voice as Mad-Eye Moody’s. The couple broke apart, Dumbledore turning to face the front of the tent, McGonagall towards Harry at the back. She had unshed tears in her eyes.

“Albus,” Moody called out again, this time opening the flap of the tent. Taking in the two people in the tent, the much less scarred Moody spoke again. “Er…Sorry, Albus, but we have located him.” With a glace towards McGonagall’s back, Dumbledore exited the tent.



The scene swirled and changed. As the mists cleared, Harry found himself in a rather large office with ten or so people milling about. The office, with one entire wall of windows from ceiling to floor, looked similar to the ones Harry had seen while in the Ministry. Harry recognized the profile of a still youthful Albus Dumbledore; he was staring out the window. His arm was in a sling, his nose appeared broken, and there were several cuts on his face. The movement of one of the other individuals in the room caught Harry’s attention. It was Minerva McGonagall again, she hadn’t aged since the first memory, but she approached with a slowness that portrayed a recent illness or injury. She carried a copy of The Daily Prophet in her hand as she came toward Dumbledore.

Stopping next to him, she held the paper out to him. Her voice rang with same hint of sarcasm Harry had heard several times before. “Well, oh Savior of our world, you will be happy to know The Daily Prophet has ranked you as their number one most eligible bachelor.”

“Alas, I hate to explain this news to my fiancée. I fear she will be most upset with me. She has a fierce Scottish temper you know.” His eyes twinkled and danced while he spoke, his mouth hiding the faintest of smiles.

“I think your fierce Scottish lass would be delighted to know the secrecy of your relationship with her remains intact.”

He moved a step closer to her, as if to confirm by his proximity what she had spoken was indeed the truth. “Are you, Minerva? Are you really?” His blue eyes bore down into hers. Harry remembered what it was like to stand under that stare, the feeling of your very soul laid open before the powerful wizard.

“Yes, Albus, I am,” she whispered so only the two of them would hear. “I want a life with you more then anything in the world. If keeping our life together secret secures that life than I am more then willing to accept it.” She placed her hand over his. “Actually, I find it sort of ironic…”

Just as she spoke a man whom Harry recognized as a much younger version of Elphias Doge walked up to the couple. “What do you find ironic, Minerva?”

Slipping her thumb in between the fold of the paper and deftly opening it to the front page, where the headline read ‘Grindelwald DEAD! Dumbledore next Minister?’ Turning away from Dumbledore, Minerva replied to Elphias, “That our hero here is actually considering not taking the post as the Minister of Magic.” She eyed Dumbledore with a smirk over her shoulder as she sauntered away. “Don’t forget the ceremony starts in ten minutes in the Atrium, the future Minister shouldn’t keep the current Minister waiting.”

Harry couldn’t believe McGonagall was flirting with Dumbledore. It’s nothing like her!



The mist swirled once more and slowly the office of Minerva McGonagall materialized around Harry. The raven-haired professor sat straight backed at her desk, while steam emanated from a cup of hot mint tea, and a few ginger newts occupied a nearby plate. She graded essays while the snow fell against the windowpanes. This was the Professor McGonagall Harry was more used to. The noise of her door opening brought her eyes away from the parchment lying before her on the desk. She smiled at the intruder and returned to the essay.

Stepping into the office, Albus Dumbledore closed the door behind him. The professors both looked just slightly older then in the last memory. The memories must be in chronological order, thought Harry. Professor Dumbledore had rounded McGonagall’s desk, leaned against it, and stared down at her with an impish look.

“What may I do for you today, Professor?” she said without missing a beat in her marking. With great care, he removed the pins buried in her hair, lovingly caressing the locks as ebony waves flowed down her back. “Albus…what…are you doing?” She raised her head, lowered her quill, and closed her eyes, visibly relaxing.

Lowering his head to her ear, he whispered roguishly, “Me? I am merely bringing my lovely wife a present on the fifth anniversary of her first day as a Hogwarts Professor.” A flushed Minerva McGonagall turned her head towards Dumbledore. She stretched up for a kiss.

Just as their lips met, a loud thumping started as someone's hand landed against her office door. The cry of a student rang from the other side, “Professor? Professor?” Sighing in frustration over the interruption, the professors straightened their robes, the raven locks returned to the constraining bun with the flick of a wand. “Professor McGonagall, are you in there? We need your help!”

“Enter!” Professor McGonagall had risen from her desk and headed for her door. A very, very young Arthur Weasley fell through the door onto the stone floor. “What may I do for you, Mr. Weasley?”

Harry smiled. There is no mistaking him. Ron looked just like that our second year.

“Professor! Please come help us.” Hefting himself up off the floor, breathing heavily as if he had run to the Professor’s office, Arthur continued. “Molly just hexed Frank and Gideon for making fun of me. They have flying bat bogeys attacking them!” Pleading, Arthur ran out of the office into the hallway. “Professor, you have to help them! You are the only one who knows the countercurse.”

Turning towards an unmoving Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall spoke while trying to prevent a huge smile from plastering itself to her face. “Professor Dumbledore, I believe we are going to need you as well. It seems all of the students involved are in your House.” She then turned and walked out the door.

“I told you not to teach her that particular curse, my dear. Molly Prewett’s a feisty little first year; just like you were.” Dumbledore quietly chuckled, as he strode out of the office a few steps behind his wife.



Once again, the mists swirled and the scene changed. Overwhelmed by what he just learned, Harry watched amazed as a series of memories passed by and time rolled on. Always, the two lovers were almost caught in an intimate moment. There was Hagrid as they shared a moment by edge of the Forbidden Forest. Madam Hooch as they walked to the Quidditch pitch. The Head of the Merpeople as they strolled along by the lake. Mr. Filch patrolling the Astronomy Tower in the middle of the night. Madam Pomfrey with a potion for a sick Headmaster and a long series of other narrow escapes.

The memory that surprised Harry the most was the one he recognized as causing. It’s the night we rescued Ginny! Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat in McGonagall’s office waiting, Molly Weasley quietly sobbed as her husband held her. Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall stood by the fireplace. Professor Dumbledore tenderly placed his hand on his wife’s cheek bringing her towards him for an embrace just as Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Gilroy Lockhart burst through the door.

The final memory was a room in St. Mungo’s; Albus Dumbledore lovingly cradled a sobbing Minerva McGonagall. A Healer had entered her room too quietly for the couple to notice. A mild Stunning spell, followed by a quick Obliviate spell, and a heavy locking charm on the door from Dumbledore’s wand rectified the situation. The Headmaster returned his wife to his reverent arms as he resumed rocking her back and forth whispering nonsense words in her ears as she cried.



Harry fell out of Pensieve. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to fall as the weight of what Minerva McGonagall was now facing alone, crashed in on him. She isn’t being allowed to properly mourn her own husband! Harry’s ire stirred. One more reason for me to end this War quickly! Harry knew he had to go to her. Tell her how sorry he was. She had to know he would succeed for both of them. Harry wanted nothing more than to hug her and tell her he had loved Dumbledore too.

With his mind processing what he had just learned, Harry experienced a moment of elation. “No one knew! Two people who were as high profile as the Deputy Headmistress and the Headmaster of the greatest wizarding school in the world had managed to have a loving and longstanding relationship and no one knew!” Elation washed over Harry as he talked to Hedwig. “It can be done. We can do it, Ginny and I! They did.” For the first time since the night on the Astronomy Tower, Harry believed there was hope for his life that included happiness with Ginny.

Harry scrawled a quick note to Remus, stating they must go to Hogwarts before going to The Burrow. He sent another one off to his former Head of House, letting her know he was bringing a special gift for her.

With Hedwig dispatched, Harry carefully returned the thick liquid to the bottle and wrapped it gently. Holding it in his hand, he felt the love radiating from the memories and another realization washed over Harry. Dumbledore had grouped these scenes for a reason. They served a purpose not just to remind him of his love for his wife. And make himself laugh. Harry smiled at the thought of the Headmaster’s odd sense of humor. The memories were there to help the wise old man remember happy moments are fleeting and any chance was worth taking. A smile broke across Harry‘s face as he began to laugh.

“That sly old fox! He knew!” Harry yelled with joy. “He knew what I would do. He knew I would leave Ginny to save her! One last lesson, hey, Headmaster?”

A wide smile spreading across Harry’s face, he knew the lesson wasn’t just for him. There was one here for Minerva McGonagall as well. “It’s my turn to teach you, Professor. You have to cherish what was and the love you two made together.” Harry’s mind drifted off to thoughts of the upcoming conversation with McGonagall. Their discussion was sure to bring both the sorrow and joy. Harry wondered what he would say to Ginny when he saw her next now that he knew anything was possible for them.

End of Vignette #3 (part one)

[Jessabelle]

That was veru well written. I quite liked it and think that it is interesting that he found out through a pensive. However, it would almost seem as though Dumbledore intended for Harry to find out if he put that bottle in the same box as the others. Post another one soon!
- Jess

[Kandice]

I enjoyed reading this. I missed it before.

[Sensiblyquirky]

I'm so glad you updated; I've been waiting. I found this option very interesting, and I can see Albus looking at those on certain days. Nice job.

Christy

[Alesia]

Jess - I took your suggestion and added a bit about Albus' intentions. I think I like it a litte better know. Thanks for the suggestion!

[JKMcGonagall]

I really liked this one, and I agree it was very well written. I, too, think that Dumbledore meant for Harry to see it in order to realize that there is a chance for he and Ginny to love one another and have no one know about it. They can love one another and be safe.

I would liked to have seen this carried out to another chapter and see Harry's and Minerva's reactions to each other's news. I think it would be a very sweet scene. I think Min would be mad at first, but then she would be grateful to have someone to confide in. Everyone needs someone who can be there for them, and who better than Harry for Minerva. They have both lost so much and can understand each other's grief better than anyone else. Please consider adding an additional scene.

Keep updating. I'll keep checking for updates. I love them.

Kay

[littlemorgsi]

I agree with JKMcGonagall. It would be good to see this vignette continued.

[TartanPhoenix]

This was incredibly well written. Each instance was believable, and I loved the quick stunning spell on the doctor.

[angeldust]

That was beautiful!! Wonderfully written, can't wait for more

[QuillofMinerva]

Really liked this version of how Harry found out. Loved how Albus left that bottle near the things for Harry and loved the lesson it taught him.

Looking forward to more of these from you

Clayre xx

[tayryn]

tis late... but hey... better late than never...

i am enjoying these vignettes! you're doing a wonderful job on them, and i very much look forward to more.

[amandahleigh]

That first one almost had me in tears.

And I loved the second one too.




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