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She stopped outside a door, her hand resting on the handle. “I’m afraid we were not given all information sir.”
“I hope you don’t mind your mum telling me about the baby.”
There was no way he was going to let Ginny get the better of him. Begging for help by tomorrow? He wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a fully grown, fully trained, Ministry Employed Auror. Not only that, he was Captain of the best, most discreet team the Ministry had. If the Ministry trusted him to lead his team into some of the most dangerous situations the former Death Eaters could cook up, than certainly he could be trusted to take care of one small baby.
The Coming Home Party
“Speaking of Ron,” Dean looked around the darkened yard. “Where is he? I expected to see him here tonight.”
Gossip at the Ministry
Hermione stared at the younger girl a moment, her eyes scrunched in disbelief. “You’re talking about Ron Weasley?”
Playing With Fire
Parker chuckled with amusement. “You’re right Ms Granger. I am blunt. I don’t see any reason not to be. And, when I make my mind up to do something I go for it all the way and I don’t stop until I get what I want. That is why I am here disturbing your lunch break. You see Ms Granger, I have plans for you.”
Baby's First Magic
He knocked on the door. Almost instantly it was flung open.
A Family Affair
“I…er…I was hoping we could, well, talk.”
“It’s been five years.”
“Well yes. I am. Come on Parker,” she nudged him when he stuck his lip out in a pout. “Even you have to admit that you haven’t exactly been forth coming with me. How do I really know I can trust you?”
“I do not need to. I do not care. Why do you let him affect you like this? You told me you were finished with him.”
The Naming Ceremony
Ron stepped forward, taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders. “I have put a great deal of time and consideration into the choosing of her name. I wanted to make certain that it suited her in every way possible and I feel that I have finally found the perfect name.”
In Bad Taste
“What are you doing here with her?”
Sometimes Sorry Isn't Good Enough
Ron’s hands darted suddenly forward and latched onto her arms, drawing her abruptly to his chest. “Parker Gale is not the right man for you.” He snarled through gritted teeth.
Parker stared quietly at the dark dwelling for several minutes. He wished one of the two people barricaded inside had taken the time to put on some lights. If he could only spot their silhouette in a window, just to know that they were both still alright, he was sure the tightening in his stomach would lessen.
Parker snarled using his foot to shove Ron back to the floor when he made to get up. “Stay down.” He warned as he withdrew his wand with the speed and agility honed from years of training. “By Merlin, if you hurt her…”
“Or perhaps I’ll let it slip to Mum while I’m helping her wash up where exactly you’ve been sleeping at night.”
The Blythe Baby
“You mean the Blythe Baby?”
Don't Do Anything Stupid
“I’ve gotten on just fine the past five years without people watching every move I make.”
Jillian Oldham leaned back in her seat and watched Hermione intently. She was a stubborn witch, she had to give her that. They had kept her in isolation for the past three days, interrogated her heavily using all their most productive tactics but she still hadn’t changed her story.
An Interview With Hermione
“If you think you can come in here after all that’s happened, after everything we’ve talked about, everything I’ve been through, and say that to me, you are seriously mistaken.”
She Said What
On the floor near the door was one rail of the cot, the obvious sound of the thud she had heard.
Me over Them
Anger flashed behind his green eyes, lighting up his face. “I won’t do it, Ginny. I won’t pick between my brother and my sister. That’s what you’re asking me to do, and I won’t."
Try and Stop Me
“It’s all there.” She assured him. “Every coin.”
She's Damned Herself
“You can feel it happening already. You’re getting lost inside your own head. It’s becoming harder to fight. Harder to find your way back.” Jillian leaned close so that her mouth was right next to Hermione’s ear. “Eventually it will be impossible.” She whispered. “You’ll be lost forever.”
“I thought about what you’ve said.” Ron said in a cool, collected voice. “And I understand what you’re saying. I get it. I do.”
Jillian’s nostrils flared. She stomped forward until her toes were inches away from Hermione’s face. “You and Potter both think you’re so smart. That no one could possibly figure out what it is you’re doing. But I’m on to you. I know Harry took one of those Muggle flying brooms to Spain. It won’t take long to get confirmation of the fact.
In Greene's Office
“That’s it?” She asked. Tossing the paper back on his desktop in what she hopped appeared to be a flippant maneuver. “You called me away from my work to read that?”
Did what I think just happen, really just happen?
“Harry.” Ginny clutched at his sleeve, using it as leverage to help her to her feet. “Did what I think just happen, really just happen?”
All Roads Lead to Madrid
“Jillian Oldham is here, in the city. It’s only a matter of time before she comes knocking at your door.”
Where Have You Been?
"Where the hell have you been?" She asked with no preamble. "I've been trying to reach you."
The Best Laid Plans: Part 1
“I am fighting, Mr Peel.” She turned her body just enough so that she could see him over her left shoulder. “You might not see it, but I am.”
Best Laid Plans: Part 2
“I just assumed…” She stammered. “I mean you didn’t show up to testify the other day… and you’re not there today… I thought you’d made your decision…you know…about what we talked about.”
Now that Harry was here there were no more excuses to keep him from going home. Hermione was waiting for him and there was no more time left to think and plan and know what exactly he was going to say when he saw her.
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