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Old 04-06-2012, 04:14 AM   #51 (permalink)
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Despite Flora’s request and Harry’s promise, they did not meet again for weeks. They both knew what had happened and neither of them wanted things to be this way. Harry loved Ginny, Flora loved Felipe, and even so, Harry and Flora fell in love. Therefore, they did not exchange a word; neither through owls, nor through e-mails. They fell silenced before the inevitable reality of their last kiss.

Harry tried not to think of her, but to no avail. He was angry; how could she assume he would be able to kill her? Why did she assume he loved her less than Felipe? Harry snorted through the corridors of the Ministry. He needed to talk to someone, but it could not be to his best friend Ron who eventually would beat up Harry for his sister’s betrayal. But it surely had not been intentional.

Harry took a huge pile of papers that needed to be organized, signed, and shipped; among them raid reports that had to be written. He smiled when he realized that all that bureaucracy would be useful for something noble: to hide him. He went to his desk and sorted out tons of papers by making four high towers with them according to the type of service each one required.
Afterwards he hid himself behind them. Doing this was very unusual for him, since he hated bureaucratic work (that was why there was so much accumulated work in his office). Normally he would be directing the other Aurors on raids or patrols, or when all was quiet, he would be in the other departments giving them a hand. Even Draco had noticed that something was wrong with him. Harry was strange, angry, and very, very quiet.

Guilt was consuming his bowels and it was as intense as his anger, or as the kiss Flora had given him. If all she wanted was that he eventually kill her (she should know he had not killed Voldemort, but rather only made things easier for this to happen), then she would not have kissed him. “That's it”. He concluded pleased. Flora was manipulating him again. Convinced that, in reality the woman who was now assumed as being Slytherin’s heir, had kissed him deliberately, he got a little peace along his working day.

Filled with guilt, Harry brought a bouquet of flowers for Ginny when he got home (a baffling cliché) and invited her to go to Ron’s place.

“You have been so strange, love.”

“I’ve had a lot of problems at work, so I haven’t been able to concentrate. I think I need holidays. Let's see if a little chat helps it.”

They came to the Ron’s and found Hermione, Angelina and George also there.
Actually their in-laws light chitchat and good humour helped Harry forget Flora for a moment. It was all right till Hermione told them that Flora had helped Hannah, who had now reached final stages of her pregnancy.

“She is amazing. She finds time for everything! And see, she doesn’t even have a time-turner. When I told her about them, she was delighted, and said it’d be the perfect solution for the hyperactive ones like her former patients. She also said that she preferred to stretch time her own way, by enjoying every minute, or by savouring it like it was a delicious dessert ... Speaking of it, she has sent a delicious blueberry pie, would anybody care for it?”

“I don’t know, she is Voldemort’s daughter... How we’ll know it’s not poisoned?”

“Ron Weasley! I can’t believe you’ve said that! You know-all, I’ve seen her baking it and I assure you there’s nothing wrong with it.”

“So, you can cut three large pieces for me. I'm growing sideways, you know. If I neglect it, I lose weight, and then you get a smaller husband per square yards to grab.” Ron replied, smiling and chiding Hermione a little.

Hermione served the pie for everyone. Harry relished it and could not stop thinking about Flora. He even smiled when he remembered how much she was loved and dotted on Hannah (and on everyone else around her). Hermione was right: she was amazing! What a monster he was to judge her so badly. He shook his head; he needed to go back to the conversation. Now everyone was laughing, but he had completely missed the joke, yet he grinned.
Ginny and Harry got home late. They fell asleep in bed hugging each other in the blue sheets like the blueberries in the pie.

Harry dreamed of Flora; of her beauty and hair in the wind as well as of her usual pink lips, and pale skin, skipping lightly on the roofs of houses, and making her look like a cat. He woke up happy with that picture in his head and looked at his wife who was sleeping peacefully by his side. He felt a terrible guilt, so he silently wept as Truth hurt. He loved two women, but he had no choice: he had taken his decision 15 years before when he got married.

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Things were not much different in Hogsmeade either. Flora's heart was bleeding too. So as to not think about Harry, she tried to keep herself as busy as she could. She was feeling vulnerable and abandoned for not having received any news from him. She did not ask anything to Hermione in their almost daily meetings which had started almost two months before.

She was sad, especially so, because, since the news that Voldemort was her father had spread, some people were treating Felipe and her differently, no matter how much they tried to prove that they were quite unlike her father. Customers went away from Felipe’s shop and training school.

She went to bed exhausted. She had spent the day with Hannah, and helped her out with the household chores. Flora had also massaged her to help blood circulation, since Hannah was having cramps more and more frequently in her late stages of pregnancy.

The dream was vivid. It seemed that she was there. She walked among the trees, no one could see her. She reached a clearing, there were people there. Hagrid was bound to a tree. He shouted when her invisibility cloak fell to the floor. Her father was in front of her. He was saying something regarding the delay and other things that she did not quite understand, as it was not her, Flora, who was there in front of him. He pointed his wand at her and a jet of green light erupted from it. And then, everything was very white.

Flora woke up, with light beads of sweat on her forehead. Felipe was snoring loudly beside her. He had not witnessed anything. He was protected. She did not understand the dream, it seemed to be about another person’s life; but whose? It was not clear at all. What she had seen could not be the memory of anyone alive. After all, she had already heard of the green spell; the spell of death. But no one could escape it, no one unarmed...She struggled a bit more to remember where she had seen those memories before. The light breeze that escaped through the cracks of the window flapped the curtain. That looked kind of spooky. She smiled. She was not afraid of ghosts. In fact, she did not fear anything else but death of her loved ones.

The moonlight shone outside. The tree was almost bare. Nevertheless, a single leaf that was still green while all the others were already red-yellowish or had fallen, remained. Her eyes were fixed on that single green leaf. It reminded her of an eye ... Of course! They belonged to the only one who had survived the death curse: Harry Potter. She surely had seen his recollection, and very likely of that moment when she asked for the most difficult thing in her life: her own death. So that was it, he had asked to die too. Or had surrendered exactly how she would surrender to him when she could no longer bear her darker impulses, that everything which was freezing her soul.

Flora got up from bed to admire the green leaf. She smiled. He had kissed her. It was good. But Felipe was her safe haven; she could never betray him no matter how much that pair of green eyes called for her. She went back to bed and found the warmth in her husband’s arms. Before falling asleep, she decided that she would treat herself to a "Muggle’s day” next morning, and would find a beauty salon in the nearest town. It would be nice to ease the pressure of being herself.
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Next morning she received a gift from nature: snow. Small flakes were falling, forming a white layer still modest on the ground. Flora was about four years old last time she had seen snow. It was on a visit to her Muggle grandmother who lived in the south of Brazil. Excited, she ran outdoors in her robe to see the tiny flakes that fell from the sky, but then she slipped on the footpath and felt flat on her backside. She laughed at herself. Felipe rushed to her and slipped too. They laughed a lot, and kissed each other. Flora turned her face to the sky and opened her mouth:

“What a pity! In my distorted recollections the snow had a sweet taste. If I hadn’t tasted it again, it’d be sweet forever.”

“You are amazing, dear.”

“Felipe, help me up. Today I’m going to take Yan to school and pass by the beauty salon. If I’ve had a bride’s day once (1), now I can have a Muggle’s day to forget about everything. I need to let the hair dye run through the pores of my head and poison my mind with nonsensical things.”

Laughing, Felipe shook his head.

“Just don’t come back bald please. I guess I wouldn’t get used to you.”

He said it with love while pulling her hair to kiss her. Afterward, he tried to get up just to find he was glued to the ground, because of thin ice. Flora was also like that. He commented:

“What a situation!”

She rebuked him:

“You don’t seem to be a wizard!”

She took out her wand that was in the pocket of her robe and the two came off quickly. While doing this, she remembered Merope Gaunt and got sad: she should not have said that to Felipe:

“Sorry, love. Sorry; I didn’t mean it.”

Felipe smiled again the way she loved and said that she needed have her hair dyed deeply, beyond her pores ... she needed to decontaminate her blood, it might be too pure.

After breakfast and before getting the car in the garage, they said goodbye.
The car was with its battery lowered. However, this was not much of a problem for her, since with a touch of her wand everything was all right. Flora dropped by Hannah’s place first to see how she was doing, as she did not want to leave her friend alone at this delicate time. She drove off carefully not to slip, passed by the home of the boys who shared the ride with Yan and drove along the road. Due to bad weather, she was about forty minutes late.

She left the kids at school and went to her Muggle’s Day.

After asking for directions to some people who were talking in a grocery store, Flora found a small beauty salon with a sign hanging from the door written "open” and "come in”. Flora went inside. It was a makeshift place in front of the hairdresser’s house. It just had a basin and two red chairs with height adjustment. One had a broken leg and was resting on a rustic wooden stump. Flora regretted not being able to do a spell to repair the foot of the chair. After all, today was her Muggle’s Day and nothing would change it. The walls were covered with a worn, but beautiful wallpaper of tiny flowers.

The salon's owner arrived soon afterward, and her nice appearance matched the decoration, including her flowery dress, that looked a lot like the wallpaper. Flora smiled. They talked quickly. Flora asked for a “treat” in hair, nails and if it was possible, she would also like to have a relaxing massage.

The owner seemed to find the request strange. She said that usually she did not make massages except in the scalp, when she hydrated someone’s hair.

“Whatever. Do it then please. Don’t worry about the cut. I can see you have a good taste and you’ll cut it in the style that looks better on me. Play as you like with my hair, do your art.” Flora smiled at the woman.

With this "carte blanche” to do whatever she wanted, the poor hairdresser looked at her for a moment, then flipped through some old magazines and decided what to do. She started to tell her plan to Flora, who cut her short and asked it to be a surprise. Her only demand was to have a lighter hair – she wanted to look more like her aunts than her mother. She did not worry about the result, nothing would happen that time could not fix. She was determined not to use magic to change her looks. She closed her eyes and almost fell asleep. She tried to think of her dogs running in flowery fields. She remembered Narcissa’s letter that had arrived three days before, telling that the customs had finally allowed the dogs to enter the country. She would soon be bringing them over. Flora tried to distance herself from her worries as much as possible, but as soon as she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes reminded her of the little Tom Riddle’s. She closed her eyes again and fell asleep.

“Ready.”

Flora opened her eyes and saw a blonde woman in the mirror; her hair was straightened and its length went just below her shoulders. Her new coloured hair matched her eyes. However, how it looked didn’t matter, since she had got what she sought: a little peace. She paid for the work, and gave the lady a good tip. The time spent there was invaluable.

When she opened the door, she saw across the street one of the same men she had talked to at the grocery store. Disguising his intent, he began to follow her. She had left the car near her son’s school, a few blocks away.
Realizing that he was still following her, she walked onto a deserted street (doing the opposite of a Muggle woman, but Flora wanted a chance to defend herself by using her wand if necessary). She searched for her wand in her bag but could not find it. She began to run then. The man behind her ran too.
Flora could not think of anything, he was too close. She stumbled and he held her tightly, ripping her blouse. In rage, she managed to channel the magic in her body without the wand and threw the man away from her. She then, soared to get faster to the car. She got in the car, and found her wand in the front panel. She was so distraught when she went to the beauty salon that she had forgotten to take it. She started to cry, while she repaired the blouse with a spell. She knew she’d broken the law and she worried about this.

Two wizards came about the entrance of the alley in which the offender still laid unconscious. Sometime later they came back to find her. She got out of the car and went to them. One of them, the tallest one with black eyes and a rough look, said:

“So, Voldemort's daughter has begun to attack innocent Muggles? We knew that it’d happen soon. Do you do it for pleasure or because you’re bored?”

Flora could not reply, she was still in shock. She could not believe that after an assault her aggressor was the victim, not her. She looked at the wizards from the ministry with anger and indignation. The shorter blonde one handed her an envelope:

“You'll have to explain yourself. We had to do a lot of work to repair the damage you did. You’re being summoned to the ministry to explain yourself.”

Flora took the envelope and walked back to the car without saying a word.
She shrank back up and starts crying. She decided to go home and ask Felipe to fetch the boys. She needed a rest.

When she got to Hogsmeade she was in shock. Someone had painted on the wall of her house the same black mark found on her uncle’s arm. She was aware the men from the ministry had spread the news.

Flora got in and closed all the windows. She found a note from Neville on the kitchen table informing her that he and Hannah were in another wizarding town a little far away. He had already said that when the time came, they would go there for Hannah to have her baby with a well-known midwife. She regretted not being able to be with her friend at that time.

Her whole body ached from an intense pain. She knew that her suffering was not just physical pain. Her world had collapsed. She wept huddled in a corner of the kitchen. She remembered of her children. She had not asked Felipe to pick up the children. Yan and his friends’ school bell would be ringing soon. With a lot of effort, she stood up, got changed, washed her face, picked up her wand and started walking toward her husband’s shop. She felt prying eyes on her, but did not face them. She took a deep breath and quickened her step. Felipe had just learned what the two men from the ministry had spread about. He met his wife in front of the shop and looked at her with a question on his face:

“What is it they're saying, Flora?”

She found it odd, as he did not usually call her by the name. But she tried to summarize what happened to her, taking a deep breath at every moment so as not cry again. He understood it, believed his wife and hugged her. She handed the envelope to her husband. Felipe read it quickly and said that unfortunately they were forbidden to leave town until the hearing date.

“I'll close the store and we’ll get Yan. He may have come out already.”

Felipe noticed a small crowd of people in front of the shop. He signalled to Flora stay inside. He came out and asked what they wanted. The people outside demanded that Flora come out, as they would not allow her to disturb the local peace. Felipe tried in vain to explain that she had done nothing but defend herself. However the crowd did not want explanations. As he would not back away, three wands stuppored him at the same time. Felipe fell to the ground unconscious; a trickle of blood running down his nose. Flora went to the door as soon as she heard the thud of her husband falling to the ground. She saw the blood, and got into despair. She had no time to take him from the ground, as she would also be attacked. So in an act of desperation, she cast Stunning spells everywhere. She was hardly attacked by the inhabitants of Hogsmeade. She was agile, but feared that some of the spells might hit her husband again, so she flew over the shop. Some people chased her with brooms. She tried to be fast, but a curse hit her arm. She felt a searing pain and saw that she was bleeding. She tried to fly higher, to run away. She did not want to hurt anyone. They insisted on the pursuit.

She jumped from roof to roof, while casting Expelliarmus everywhere. The idea of throwing curses occurred to her, but she tried to dismiss it by throwing her hair about like she was waving an insect away. She was aware that she was alone right now. She only saw people coming from everywhere and throwing on her jets and more jets of red light. She did not know how to Apparate; she could not escape. In the sequence, she blocked various spells and was hit by a Cruciatus Curse. While she writhed in pain, she could see that it came straight from the tall ministry officer. She looked down and realized that she was back on top of her husband's shop, but could no longer see him lying on the floor. She got in despair, but soon saw old Aberforth carrying his still unconscious body into the Hog's Head. Though this distraction almost disarmed her, she quickly returned the spells that came from all sides. She dodged the jet of green light coming out of the same man who had cast her the Cruciatus Curse. She flew to another roof, but she slipped when landing. While she was falling was hit by an Expelliarmus and lost her wand. It would be her end. The enraged crowd would not spare her. But nothing happened to her. A Harry Potter coming from nowhere apparated by her side. He took her by the arm as she slipped from the roof, hurting all over. He stunned her opponents and disapparated with her the instant she fainted.
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well, well, well...

his comment doesn't surprise me .... yeah, that's my boy.
and for him I'm writing the Flora 3, with a lot more action ... I really think this thing of romance makes the story so cloying sweetness...

and how about you, Droo? Are you enjoying the course of my FF?
what you would like to see happen in it?
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But I don't have a emotional range of a teaspoon.... perhaps a little more than a teaspoon... Hermione!!!! Where are you? I'm single!!! kkkkkkk Emma Watson??? kkkkk

Mom, it's serius: nice chapter. PAMS (is this way?)
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I do not know if I would be Emma's mother-in-law... anyway ...

I will post new chapter in 5 days ... please wait!

But I warning you: it's a bit cloying....

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I will post new chapter in 5 days ... please wait!

But I warning you: it's a bit cloying....

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So I'll have to find another mother to me?:O

I can't wait to read your next sweet chapter ... (ugh)

Tomorrow, right? What time zone? From SS or here at home?
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i can't wait to read your next sweet chapter ... (ugh)

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When she woke up they were in an uninhabited dirty wooden house with nailed windows. She laid on the floor with her head on Harry's legs. He was taking care of the wound in her arm as well as of another one in her face that she was not aware of yet.

“Thank you.” She whispered.

“Shhhhhhh.”

Harry signaled her to be quiet. Her head and arms were in pain. Her wounds were still bleeding a lot, but Harry cast a counter-spell that temporarily closed the cut.

“I didn’t do anything; the Muggle man attacked me. I didn’t even have my wand with me.” Flora tried to explain herself.

He looked at her:

“Stay calm, I believe you. Later on, you can tell me what happened exactly, but, for now, you need to rest.”

“I can’t! Where is Felipe?”

“Stay calm. Draco and Hermione were with me to calm down people and take care of your family.”

“How did you know what was going on?”

For a moment she thought that she might be getting tracked.

“You will not settle down if I don’t tell you, right?”

Flora shook her head slightly. Harry explained:

“Draco heard a talk in the ministry halls; they were saying that Chris Burbage had commented that he would have the revenge he always wanted. Draco came to me at once, he knew that Chris was watching you, waiting to attack you in case you were at any fault. His mother, who was the teacher of Muggle Studies, was coldly tortured and killed by Voldemort in the dining room of Draco’s house. Damn! I can’t close this cut!” Harry got a little disappointed and furious with himself. “It seems like a spell I casted on Draco in the sixth year of school ... Snape invented it and knew how to cure it, but I think the correct counter-spell died with him. Maybe at St. Mungo's they know what to do, but I can’t take you there. Not yet. I'm waiting for Hermione to send a message saying that everything is under control. If we go back before that, we won’t have any chance.”

“Did you cast this spell on Draco? Was it an accident?” Flora asked carefully.

“No, it wasn’t. I told you: Draco and I were not friends in school days, quite the contrary. Since Voldemort had already returned and was arranging things to take power again, the ministry had finally recognized that he was back.
Before school started I saw Draco and his mother in Diagon Alley acting suspiciously. Lucius was in prison and they blamed me for that (Draco couldn’t see that the error lies in who commits the crime; if his father was in prison it was because he was a Death Eater).” Harry took a deep breath and shook his head sideways. “Definitely Draco and I were never best friends. We started that year with him breaking my nose...” Harry smiled. “I spent that year with an eye on him. I suspected him, I thought that he was a Death Eater. There were several murder attempts at school and I believed he was the criminal.
And he was. One day, I cornered him in the bathroom and tried to force him to tell the truth. That's when we fought. I had no idea of what the spell did. I was a little scared, but Snape came and saved him. Later I learned that Voldemort had threatened him with death in case he didn’t kill Dumbledore, who was the only wizard Voldemort ever feared. I only learned about that after Snape’s death, because he asked me to gather his memories just before it happened. So I finally understood Draco.”

Harry stopped talking, to try and recast the spell that would stop the blood that ran again from her arm.

“Wow! And how come Draco and you ended up working together after so much hostility?”

Harry snorted. She seemed to talk as if nothing was happening.

“After all was finished, I knew that Draco was not so bad. Then, when I became head of the department, I invited him to work with me because his knowledge of black magic would be very useful. He’s always thought that I did so to keep him under my eyes, and that was not entirely wrong. But after all these years, we now can get along reasonably well. We aren’t friends, but we respect each other enough. And he is becoming a better man every day.”

“I see.”

He caressed her face. The day was getting dark, so he turned on the light with his wand. He asked her:

“Why did you think I could kill you?”

“I'm sure you’d do the right thing. I'm afraid one day I can’t stop myself ... I must admit that when I found myself under attack I thought of casting a few death curses. I was cornered ... And I knew exactly how to do them.”

“Why didn’t you do it?” Harry asked curiously.

“Because I’d never kill anyone! What a ridiculous question!” Flora could not believe Harry had asked that.

“Me either.” He said looking in her eyes deeply.

“But you killed my father... I know you would do the right thing. You killed him and would kill me too if I become like him.”

Harry got angry:

“No, I didn’t kill him. His curse hit my disarming spell and rebounded back on him. What I did was to make him vulnerable to it. However, this is a story I want to leave for another day ... You should know I’d never kill you.” Harry sighed and said, his heart pounding: “I love you. It hurts, you know?”

Flora swallowed hard before answering:

“I love you too… And it hurts me too.”

They were silent, listening to the echo of what they had just said. She huddled over in his lap. The weather got cooler, so he lit a flame to warm them. Even so, Flora began to shiver. She had lost too much blood and was having difficulties in keeping her body warm. He unbuttoned his shirt to better warm her with the warmth of his own body. Every ten minutes he needed to recast the healing magic.

“What have you done to your hair?” Harry broke the silence to distract his mind from the touch and feel of her skin against his.

“Oh, I’ve instituted myself a Muggle’s Day. In it I went to the hairdresser; then I had my hair painted, cut, and brushed. Now I'm blonde.” She smiled, but felt uneasy about being in such close contact with him, especially just after they had declared their love for each other. It was hard to pretend that it was all natural and to keep talking as if her face was not pressed against
Harry's naked chest, feeling his heart pounding erratically.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, a bit uncertainly, wondering if he should say or not, chewing his own lips.

She smiled. She brushed his hair from his forehead, showing the lightning-shaped scar. Then, she said:

“Neither our looks nor our ancestry matter. What matters is who we are. And you're here. You’ve saved me.”

She took off his glasses. She brought her face closer to his, feeling his hot breath penetrating her soul. Green and blue eyes again indulged in a brief kiss. Brief because Flora was in pain and her nose was becoming blue with the cold.
Harry realized it and brought her closer to his body. She wanted to touch him, and almost did with her hand opened close to his chest. However, she ended up shrinking the tips of her fingers and pushed him away instead. Her face contorted in pain; not from the physical pain she felt when they kissed, but rather from the psychic pain of wanting and not wanting something she was not meant to do. She got out from his lap and sat in front of him. Her teeth started to clatter against each other:

“I'm cold.” She said.

He shook his head sideways, with a half smile on his face:

“Come back here. You’re gonna freeze to death. There’s a snow storm on its way.”

She pressed her nose against his chest to warm herself up. He gently held her head and she fell asleep. She was not trembling any more.

The dawn broke. Harry had dozed off. A noise awoke him up. Hermione was standing in front of him. Flora was snuggled up to his bare chest, he was embracing her, and both were under his cloak.

“She is still bleeding; I don’t know how to stop it. I think it was sectumsempra.”

He showed the cut on Flora’s arm. Hermione examined it:

“You'd better take her to St. Mungo’s.”

“Is it safe?”

“Yes, sorry, I forgot to tell you. I’ll explain it all later.”

Hermione was bewildered with the picture. She did not want to misjudge her friends. She helped Harry to button his shirt and stand up. He picked Flora still unconscious, and they disapparated to the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

As soon as they found someone to look after her, Hermione said:

“The maniac that attacked Flora is in jail. Afterwards he also attacked a Muggle woman, who is now dead. Flora was very lucky since she was unarmed. He detailed the chase, the attack and his intentions in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement before they erased his memory. Now everyone understands that she was just defending herself. The ministry found out that Chris Burbage had paid some men to hurt her in Hogsmeade and also to follow her everywhere. He too has been arrested.”

“And her family?”

“They’re with Draco and Ab in the Hog's Head. They had to take the boys from school, since the news that their mother had attacked a Muggle somehow got there, although nobody knows how, and they were being persecuted. But nothing bad happened to anyone. Felipe came to consciousness after a few hours.”

“Good…” Harry replied a bit absent-mindedly. Then he softly muttered
“Hermione?”

“Yes.”

“Please don’t tell Ginny about anything you saw. She wouldn’t understand. Flora would freeze to death if...”

“You needn’t explain anything to me, Harry. I won’t tell her a thing.”

“Thank you.”
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thanks for praising me ... I needed an incentive to finish her ​​story, really ... is very difficult to write after JK without feeling too mediocre, even it's though only one FF ... I'm just thinking: as we count the years before and after Christ, the history of literature should also be divided as before and after JK Rowling ...

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I'd write you're right, but I'm just thinking about this...

Two people who always hated each other never would be friend because a mere causality. Saving someone who is in death danger is a matter of principle and not of friendship... By thinking in Harry and Draco as friends is the same of thinking Snape and Sirius became BFFs... it's girls' stuff!

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I'd write you're right, but I'm just thinking about this...

Two people who always hated each other never would be friend because a mere causality. Saving someone who is in death danger is a matter of principle and not of friendship... By thinking in Harry and Draco as friends is the same of thinking Snape and Sirius became BFFs... it's girls' stuff!

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First of all Draco may have hated Harry, Harry hates Voldermort and maybe Umbridge... but she doesn't hate Draco.

... Mere causality? Saving You, Your Mother and Father, not to mention THE WORLD AS A WHOLE (as this was not going to stop at the wizarding world) is a mere causality?

No No No...

Look. I see what you are saying. And to Harry (A Gryffindor like you) it is a matter of principle, but to Draco that's different. Harry didn't have to save anyone in Draco's mind. He could have run away... he could have hidden as he had all that time he was searching for Horcruxes. And if he hadn't found it to be a matter of principle, he would have let someone else go after Voldermort. Any self respecting Slytherin would have convinced Neville HE was the chosen one, that HE was the one who should go after Voldypants.

It isn't girl stuff! I didn't say they were going to do each other's hair!

Snape and Sirius have a lot of history of Sirius being a jerk to the kid. Snape had a bad childhood, no friends except those who wanted to use him. He was cruelly teased and humiliated by the cool kids.

Draco had friends, he was a leader, and he wasn't teased. He was the one who did the teasing. He just wasn't brave enough or strong enough to fight against the dark lord. He was CUNNING enough to LEAVE the battle and let the others get killed instead.

Friendship can develop from that. I'm not saying they became BFFs. But there is a level of respect Draco probably feels for Harry, that would have led to some sort of friendship. Plus if some other baddie comes along and threatens Draco's way of life... you want Harry on your side. And don't give me any of that "Matter of Principle" stuff... You are looking at it from Harry's view... not from Draco.

So Draco WOULD want to be Harry's friend and he is a better man for it. He became a father who seems attentive to his son. That makes him a better man too.

Harry on the other hand would give Draco a second chance cause he IS a Gryff, and gives people second chances.



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and finally realized that I had held my breath as I read it all ...

but as you couldn't see anything like that, here I am, defeated at your feet, where I'll lay my sword.

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I can't believe I had said that... I'm just taking my sword back...

I guess that I acted under the mesmerizing effect of a snake (or was just very tired, or the fact that this new picture you had added to your profile make some difference...)


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"... Mere causality? Saving You, Your Mother and Father, not to mention THE WORLD AS A WHOLE (as this was not going to stop at the wizarding world) is a mere causality?"

Harry saved Draco and his family because they were part of world, that's is the mere causality that I said... I know Harry saved Draco, but THAT was a matter of principles... But... ok. You and my mom should be right: Draco is like her mom, at the end he could be a better man...

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This should not generate much discussion, because as the title puts it: "Waiting for the dust to settle" is not really anything to arouse great battles...

Hope you all enjoy it, because the end is coming! And I hope you enjoy the name I had choosen for Neville's and Hannah's baby!

I can't wait for more comments! Please don't you let me talk alone!

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Flora spent some days in the hospital until the wound in her arm finally stopped bleeding. Hermione had stayed with her, since Felipe was at home with their children. Harry visited her every day. One day before Flora’s discharge from hospital, Hermione asked Harry to replace her for a few hours so that she could go home to her children who were on vacation. Flora and
Harry had not talked alone since she had been admitted in the hospital, as Hermione was always by her side:

“How are you?” Harry asked worried.

“Physically, I’m well. I just wanna go home. My arm seems healed now, though it hurts a little. But it hurts a lot less than here”. She showed her heart. He held her hand, and said:

“I’m very distressed about this situation. It’s heartbreaking. Really… I don’t know what to do.”

“There is nothing we can do.” She said trying desperately to hide her feelings from him as well as herself.

“I know. But I can’t get away from you.” He said slightly nervous.

“Don’t, anyway. Gradually the energy will get into something else. We’ll be like brother and sister, so...”

Flora smiled. Harry brushed his forehead, pulling his hair back, his eyes closed. He did not want to have this conversation so he changed the subject:

“In a way, we already are relatives.”

“What d’you mean?” The sudden change of subject took her by surprise.

“We have a common ancestor, Peverell. There is even a tale on the Peverell brothers, Hermione can tell you that. She's better at it than me.”

“I’ll ask her to tell me...” She commented, but that she would not have changed the subject, she felt confused, did not expect him to so easily accept the proposal to be just friends. In fact she did not want it, she had just wanted to be polite. At the same time she felt that she should respect his wishes. The conversation that took place then, got even more tense: “But it isn’t only my feeling for you that hurts me so much: what will become of me and my family?”

Harry took a deep breath. For a moment he had forgotten all she went through, so he went on:

“You’ve been found not guilty. I've managed to put in the Daily Prophet, a note, denying that you usually attacked defenceless Muggles... I don’t know to what extent this will put an end to the persecution of your family, but that's all I can do. Fortunately, at the moment I enjoy some respect.”

“I can imagine that ... Some every world’s respect. Thank you, Harry.” She was relieved by the answer. In fact, Hermione had told her it was okay, but Flora needed to hear that from Harry. . “Neville and Hannah’s baby is born? Is she okay?”

“Yes, she is. She’s well, and her mother too. Neville doesn’t stop saying that despite being his daughter, she’s so beautiful. He's right about both things, I guess.” He smiled, seemingly relieved too by change of the subject.

“What's her name?” Flora asked.

“Joanne, after Hannah’s mother. We all ended up doing this, giving our parents’ name to our kids.”

Flora did not reply.

“What happened in the Shrieking Shack…” He began to say.

“This is the name of that house? Like scream? How interesting ... While it is impossible to forget, it’ll soon be just a pleasant memory. Rest assured, if the house doesn’t scream, no one will ever know.”

“No , it doesn’t scream.” He smiled looking her with curiosity.

“Why this name then?”

“It's a long story.” He sighed.

“I think you have the time to tell me about that before I catch the next train.” Flora said smiling.

“Will you catch a train?” Harry shook his head.

Flora showed him her arm still fully covered by bandages, from which a small trickle of blood ran down.

“Oh, I see: we do have a lot of time as you aren’t going anywhere. I'm sort of numb, I can’t think straight anymore. It’s very difficult for me to stay here besides you, but I have won worse battles.” He grinned.

“I believe that being close to my parents was even worse.” She nodded.

“Actually, it was clear then against whom I had to fight ... By your side I fight against myself....It’s worse.” He said, raising his eyebrows and tightly smiling.

Harry took a deep breath, and looked her in the eyes. Flora bit her lips and raised her eyebrows, then taking a deep breath, she said:

“Harry, it all will be settled soon. Even the heart aches heal... You were gonna tell me about the screaming house.”

“Shrieking, Shrieking Shack. Well, the house was a hideout for my friend Remus Lupin during the full moon in his school days. Can’t remember if I told you this, he met my father at school and they became great friends. He was in fact a werewolf, so the house’s howling and shrieking came in fact from him. Sirius, Peter Pettigrew - also known as Wormtail, the traitor that gave my parents’ address to Voldemort - my father and him, the four of them, were great friends. Sirius, Wormtail, and my father, were animagi. They turned into animals to give company to Lupin as animals. It is very dangerous for a man to be with a werewolf. The house is connected to Hogwarts through a tunnel, whose entrance is under Whomping Willow. Few people know how to immobilize it in order to use the passage. Are you getting me? I know I look like Hermione when I'm talking on and on.”

“Sure ... Wow! I didn’t know that wizards could turn into animals.”

“Oh, they can. Not all of them, though. Professor McGonagall can become a cat, my father was a stag, Sirius was an all black big dog... It's been so long.”

So Harry amazed himself by excitedly telling her the several times he had seen his godfather in his version as a dog, Padfoot. Both had fun, thinking how life would be like with a tail to wag.
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