James is on his sixth year at Hogwarts which makes him sixteen....I know it's a bit weird but something so out of ordinary and so against the rules seemed like what James would do....For those of you who don't like it though don't worry, he's not gonna be dating her for long....and anyway after this chapter I fear the entire Potter family will have more pressing issues to deal with! Okay, do not hate me for this chapter I gave you a couple of happy ones during Christmas, didn't I? Love you all!!!!! You are the best readers ever!!!! And thank you for reading (please keep doing it!!!!!!)!!!!!! Lol!!!!!

Chapter 29 part 2
When James returned to the table almost his entire family had gathered around it. Cornelia was sitting next to Neville and he grinned a bit at her as he walked all the way around to sit next to his sister. Molly started delivering dishes as Ginny came down the stairs holding the baby; only Albus and Ron weren’t there now.
“Oh, she’s so cute!” Cornelia said seeing the baby. Ginny smiled at her and then placed Hope in her chair next to Harry.
“Molly, how come Arthur isn’t here?” Harry asked the woman.
“Someone had to stay home to take care of the chickens”, she shrugged. “And since I can’t get enough of my new granddaughter he had to be the one”.
“Oh, Hope stop fidgeting”, Ginny said as the baby was refusing to stay where Ginny left her and soon started screaming her head off. “Harry!” Ginny turned to her husband frustrated.
“It’s okay, I got it”, he said standing up as Albus came down the stairs.
“Aunt, where’s Uncle Ron?” he asked her over Hope’s shrills. Hermione looked up at him confused.
“I thought he was at our room sleeping after work, like he always does”, Hermione said. “I mean I didn’t want to disturb him so I didn’t go check but I thought…he’s not in our room?”
“No, and I looked pretty much everywhere”, Albus said.
“Maybe he’s still at the shop”, James shrugged seeing his Aunt’s concerned face.
“But it’s almost ten o’clock”, Hermione protested standing up. “He should be home like three hours ago”, she went on and made to walk out.
“Wait, where you’re going?” Ginny asked her.
“I’ll go look for him”, she said. “It’s not like Ron to be late...at least not so much”.
“Wait…um…Harry maybe you should go with her”, Ginny told her husband taking the now soothed baby from his arms.
“Yeah, sure”, Harry nodded.
“Oh, no guys, let’s not mess the entire dinner over my stupid concerns”, Hermione said.
“We won’t”, Harry reassured her. “I’m sure Ron just fell asleep in the shop. We’ll go get him and be back in no time”.
“Okay, fine”, Hermione sighed and left the room. Harry turned to Ginny, who stood right behind him holding the baby.
“I know it’s hard but will you just try to keep her calm until I return?” he said and Ginny hit his arm. “Ouch! I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to Hope!” he added kissing the top of the baby’s head and Ginny rolled her eyes.
“Just get out of here!” she said and he grinned leaving the dining room.

Harry and Hermione apparated to Diagon Alley. It was a bit late so no one was walking the streets and the shops were closed.
“Wow”, Harry said as they made their way to George’s shop. “I don’t think I’ve ever been to Diagon Alley so late at night. It’s kind of weird seeing it so…empty”.
And he was right. Diagon Alley usually was filled with people and the fact that now there was not a soul other than them walking down the street made the whole scene look spooky.
They reached the shop after a while. It had grown huge over the years and it attracted every kind of customers. The business was going well. Everything appeared to be fine and the shop to be closed. The lights were out and it was obvious to Harry and Hermione, two well-trained Aurors, that the protective alarm enchantments had been casted. Yet, as they walked closer they realized that the door was open.
“Oh, God”, Hermione whispered. “Do you think that someone tried to rob them?”
“Don’t know”, Harry said and pulled his wand from his pocket. “Have your wand ready just in case”.
The moment they got in, it was transparent that there was something wrong. The products were thrown from their shelves and the wall was blown up here and there, which made dust fly all around and their vision quite impaired.
“Harry…” Hermione’s terrified voice said from somewhere next to him.
“I know”, he said and then with a flick of his wand he made the dust disappear so they could see more clearly.
“Oh my God”, Hermione whispered.
The shop was completely destroyed. Parts of the ceiling had collapsed and woods and shelves were everywhere. It was like a hurricane had hit it even if from the outside everything looked normal.
“Hermione, look”, Harry said pointing to a spot above their heads. Hermione followed his gaze and a yell of shock and fright escaped her lips. On the wall right above the destroyed display the Dark Mark was craved and right beneath it was a red A.
“A?” Hermione said.
“Apostollo…Artemis…make your pick”, Harry said. Hermione gulped and Harry could feel her shuddering a bit next to him. She left his side and walked among the ruins.
“RON!” she yelled then. “RON! RON WHERE ARE YOU?”
“Hermione, stop shouting!” Harry ordered following her. “They could be still here!”
“I don’t care”, she said angrily. “Let them come! RON! RON!”
“Fine…” Harry sighed. “RON! GEORGE!”
“RON! RON PLEASE!” Hermione kept yelling and even though Harry couldn’t see her face he could feel her tears as she was at the verse if panicking.
“Wait! Hermione, the mirror!” Harry said.
She turned to face him and he saw the tears he heard at her confused face. Then it dawned to her.
“Right”, she mumbled and started searching her cloak and finally drugging out one of the mirror she and Ron had to communicate. “RON!” she yelled at it. “RON! Can you hear me?”
The echo of her voice came from somewhere on Harry’s left. He turned to look there as Hermione kept calling her husband’s name through the magic mirror. Harry pushed some of the wreckage aside and started searching for a sign of his best friend. The echo of Hermione’s voice was becoming clearer as he walked further into the shop and after a while he heard a small, hardly audible moan.
“RON?” he yelled too. “Hermione, come over here!”
He run forward to see a big shelf blocking his way along with some woods from the ceiling. Beneath it an arm appeared.
“RON!” he yelled again and he hit the shelf with his wand making it return to its normal position. He was in the process of freeing Ron from the rest of the wreckage, when Hermione joined him.
“Oh, Ron”, she said and she knelt beside him as Harry made the last of it disappear. He was bleeding from a place in his head and blood run down his face. His legs were in an awkward position indicating that at least one of them was broken and he seemed burned in places. He was however conscious.
“Hermione…” he whispered.
“It’s okay”, she said wiping her tears away. “It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay”.
But Ron was looking at Harry.
“Harry…they…Artemis…” he tried to say.
“I know Ron, we saw the Dark Mark as we entered”, he said.
“No, Harry…they’re…they’re still here!” he said. “She said that she’ll wait for you”, he added.
Harry stood up and holding on to his wand he looked around.
“Mate, there’s no one around here”, he said.
“Guess again Potter”, a voice called from behind them and Harry turned.
“Dolohov”, he hissed raising his wand.
“Don’t do that”, Artemis said appearing from behind a shelf and standing to Dolohov’s side. “We’re only here to talk”.
“We have nothing to talk about”, Harry shouted restraining the urge to start shooting spells at her with difficulty; there was a great chance that the shop would break down and bury them all in, so he had to remain calm.
“Oh, but we do”, she said with her usual half crazy half mocking smile.
That smile shook Harry’s nerves worse than any sign of aggression or violence. He just wanted to blast the hell out of her and yet he knew that he couldn’t do it without risking not only his life but the lives of his friends.
“See, people have been wondering where we’ve been for the last past months, some idiots even thought we gave up but no. We didn’t give up, Potter. We were trying to solve the riddle of the book and we finally did”.
“That doesn’t explain what you’re doing here”, Hermione snapped.
“Of course you’re right, my dear Mudblood”, she smiled.
“Do not call her that!” Harry grunted.
“Or what?” Dolohov laughed. “We both know that only one curse could make the place break down”.
“There’s something we need, Potter”, she said. “Something we need in order to bring him back”.
“What?” Harry asked confused.
“Your blood”, Artemis said.
Harry’s eyes widened for a few seconds but then he realized it wasn’t something he didn’t expect. Wasn’t that how he came back the last time? The blood of his enemy.
“So you came here today for a transfusion?” Hermione asked them, the sarcasm hard on her every word.
“Sort of”, Artemis nodded. “We came here to ask for some of your blood Potter”.
“Are you insane or just plain stupid?” Harry retorted.
“There are other ways to get your blood, Harry”, she said giving him her cruel smile again. “See, it has to be your blood but that doesn’t mean that it has to come straight from you”.
“What do you…?” Harry stopped and his eyes widened as it dawned to him.
“The blood of any of your kids would probably do the trick”, Dolohov said. “Too bad we cleaned the floor upon which your son bled his guts out, huh?”
Some uncontrolled sparks left the end of Harry’s wand as his hands trembled from anger. Dolohov just laughed.
“Be a thoughtful parent again, Potter and give us some of your blood”, Artemis said. “You don’t want to risk Jamie again now, do you? Or Albus? Or your little, beautiful princess Lily?” she said and then stared at him her whole face radiating relish in the idea of hurting his family. “Or your small baby daughter?”
Harry lost it over this and with a flick of his wand he sent a curse after her.
“Protego!” she yelled and the curse hit upon her protective shield but the bang caused a pile of erupting balls to fall on top them all. They all took cover as the balls started blowing up around them and if they couldn’t cast protective spells they would surely have been blown away. “You idiot!” Artemis hissed.
“He’s not the one who wrecked the shop in the first place!” Hermione shouted at her, still kneeling beside her husband.
“You are not touching my children. You hear me?”
“That’s why we need you to give us your blood Harry”, Artemis explained. “I mean you already know that your pretty, little wife is meant to die, why waste another life?”
"You are the one who’s going to die if you don’t stop this, not my Ginny”, he sneered.
“Oh, be objective here Harry. The Ministry can’t stop us, you are no longer an auror and we have almost everything we need to bring the Dark Lord back. Do you honestly think that your pathetic threats are going to intimidate me?” Artemis laughed. “Roll with us here, Harry. Give us what we want and you might save some of the people you love. If you don’t, I can promise you, you will lose everything”, she ended her sentence with another smile but Harry was grinning too.
“Artemis”, he said half laughing, “the person you call ‘Dark Lord’ once told me the same thing. Tom Riddle told me that I will lose everything and let’s rewind, I didn’t lose. We didn’t lose. He did. So before you go up against the people I love, I’d advise you to think it twice. Believe me I’m the last person you want to mess with”.
“No, you are the first”, she shook her head. “Come on, Dolohov. I think we made our presence noticeable; it’s time to go”.
“Where’s George?” Hermione asked as they turned to leave.
“What the other Weasley? Somewhere buried around here”, Dolohov said and Harry and Hermione were only watching them leave.
Before they did though, Artemis turned her eyes sparkling with excitement as an idea seemed to form in her mind and before any of them could stop her she raised her wand pointing at the wooden ceiling. A red curse left her wand and she and Dolohov run out as the ceiling all around them was on fire. A fire that seemed to be alive.
“Fiendfyre!” Harry exclaimed and run ahead searching the wreckage for George. It took Hermione a few seconds to get over the shock and to get on her feet. When she did she made Ron’s body float in front of her and then looked around.
“Harry? Have you found him?” she yelled.
“No”, he yelled back as he tried to make out an arm or a leg among the destroyed shop and the fire. “Hermione, get Ron and get out!”
“No, we’re not gonna…”
“Hermione get out! I’ll find George and follow! Just go!”
Hermione exhaled deeply and then making Ron’s body move ahead of her she started running among the flames to the exit. When she reached it, Ron already floating outside the shop, she turned to look back. She could no longer see Harry.
“HARRY?!” she yelled. “Harry, where are you? HARRY!”
She turned and after allowing Ron’s body to gently fell on the ground she raised her wand ready to run back inside the burning building. Just as she took a few steps inside though the burning beasts of Fiendfyre caused an explosion that made her entire body flew up in the air and land a few meters from the shop’s door.
Hermione got up to her feet again ignoring her injuries and looked at the almost destroyed by the fire now building. It was impossible for her to get in now. The burning beasts were blocking the entrance and she knew that no spell could stop Fiendfyre. But if it was impossible for her to get in, how was Harry supposed to get out? She and Ron were both out and safe. But Harry and George were both inside and by the looks of it…they weren’t coming out.

-Angie-