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Author: GovCampbell

Story: Defining the Relationship

Part: Chapter Thirteen

Rating: Teens

Setting: Pre-HBP

Status: Completed

Reviews: 34

Words: 5,064

Updated: October 29, 2005, 2:26am

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Chapter Thirteen

A/N: Disclaimer in Prologue.

Thanks to Arnel for her excellent work as the comma patrol! Still not quite there yet in getting it beat into me, but she does keep me in line.

Thanks to VinFan for her support, and a hysterically funny suggestion incorporated into the first five paragraphs.

Thank you to all of you who read this, and who voted for me for Best WIP. I’m so very honoured, and I wish I could thank each and every one of you personally, but this will have to do. Thank you.

And finally, as a note, I will be attempting to participate in National Novel Writing Month, (NaNoWriMo) during November, so the updates may be fewer. Although if I get fed up with what I’m attempting to write, who knows? Just fair warning.

On with the show!

-- -- -- --

Harry rose early on Saturday morning. Ginny was supposed to be coming to help him pack, and he had barely begun to get anything done. Steeling himself, he gritted his teeth and got to work. If he wanted to be mostly done by evening, he was well behind schedule.

As he worked, he thought about the dead man in the photo that Chris had given Ron. The face was annoyingly familiar, as if it was someone he’d met once or twice. Unfortunately, he obviously wasn’t an important enough person to remember. Who might it be then? The possibilities sifted through his head, but nothing made any sense.

The key to this mystery is the who, Harry thought. Once we know who the victim is, we might be able to figure out why he had to die, and that might lead us to the other who.

Harry discovered that when he actually occupied his mind with something, he seemed to be making more progress than before. He closed up a box of Charms reference books he’d saved from 12 Grimmauld Place, and moved it out of the spare bedroom that Ron had used when he’d lived there. Harry saw a box sticking out from under the bed and pulled it out. There was a rag caught on the corner of the box. Harry grabbed it.

It wasn’t a rag, Harry realized belatedly. Rather it was a pair of women’s knickers, which Harry dropped, as if they had scalded him. The thought of Ron and Hermione…on this bed…was bad enough, but the thought of Hermione leaving without her knickers was a little too much information.

Harry pulled out his wand, and levitated the offending object into the trash bag. Feeling squeamish, Harry abandoned the spare room for the moment. At least until he could get the mental image of Hermione leaving without her knickers out of his head.

-- -- -- --

Ginny stuck her head in the fireplace, and looked into Harry’s flat. Boxes lay scattered about the living room.

“Harry?” she called out.

“I’m in the bedroom, Gin, come on over.” She heard his voice call out. A moment later she Flooed into his flat.

She found herself surrounded by boxes half packed, hanging open and half full of knickknacks and books. In the three years since leaving Hogwarts, Harry had begun to accumulate possessions rapidly, despite finding himself entering adult life with little more than his school trunk and the clothes on his back. Beyond the things he had begun buying for himself, a comprehensive search of the family vault at Gringotts had actually turned up a surprising wealth of family items, hidden beneath more than a decade’s worth of accumulated coins from interest payments. His parents, knowing the danger they faced, had stashed away a number of items in vault, just in case. That, added to some of the things he’d kept from Sirius’s estate, (mainly books), and Harry now had quite a collection of belongings.

“Harry?”

“In here Ginny,” Harry called. She followed the sound of his voice down the hallway to his bedroom. Harry was seated on the floor, in front of his old school trunk, looking at something.

“Whatcha got there?” she asked.

“Just an old photo album,” Harry chuckled. “Colin gave it to me when we left Hogwarts.” He showed it to her. It was a collection of images from his time at Hogwarts. There were action shots from Quidditch matches; pictures of Harry, Ron and Hermione; a group from the old Dumbledore’s Army; a picture of Harry and Ginny taken at the sixth year Yule Ball with their mouths hanging open. “That one must have been when Ron and Hermione first kissed.” Harry said pointing.

Ginny nodded, she remembered it well. There were more pictures, from Harry’s seventh year, at Ron and Hermione’s engagement party, his final Quidditch Cup, and then, Harry, Ron and Hermione, smiling broadly at the leaving feast despite the bandage on Ron’s forehead, and the scratch across Hermione’s face, and Harry’s arm in a sling. The smiles didn’t seem to reach their eyes either, as pain of loss and suffering burned in them. The final battle with Voldemort had taken place only days before leaving; the losses had been heavy. Ginny’s eyes stung with the memory of losing two of her older brothers, but she blinked it away.

Harry closed the album and put it away, as if trying to shut away the bad memories from seventh year. “It was a thoughtful gift. I just wish there had been a few more good memories there at the end.”

Ginny nodded her agreement. “What can I do to help?” she asked.

“Well,” Harry said, standing. “Here’s the plan,” he put a hand at the small of her back and guided her out to the kitchen. There were boxes on the kitchen table. The room resembled a junk shop more than a kitchen. “Some of this stuff I’m not going to need to take with me to Hogwarts. Like all this kitchen stuff. So I’m packing it up to give to a shelter where they take in abandoned children. You can help me by putting it all in these boxes, careful to wrap the breakable stuff up in newspaper…I’ve got a supply of Muggle ones; can’t use the Daily Prophet, the moving pictures are hard to explain…and then seal them up with tape.” He turned, handing her a stack of Muggle newspapers with names like The Times, and the Washington Post. She took them absently.

She was still gazing about the disaster in amazement. How did he managed to make this much mess? “But what will you do for food in the mean time?” Ginny asked to fill the void in the conversation.

Harry shrugged. “I’ll eat take out, or I’ll eat at the Burrow with your Mum and Dad. Or up at the Haven, with Ron and Hermione. I could probably even eat at Hogwarts. I plan to try and be pretty much moved out of here by the end of the weekend, if possible. I want to be spending the bulk of my time at Hogwarts getting ready for the term.”

“Why haven’t you just been using a packing spell?” Ginny asked.

“Because I’m rubbish at them. I’d break all the plates. The only thing I can pack properly is my wardrobe, because it doesn’t break. I just have to get someone to charm the wrinkles out when I’m done unpacking. Besides,” Harry shrugged, “it gives me a chance to sort some stuff and get rid of it.”

“What are you going to do while I’m doing this?” Ginny asked, thinking that the task in the kitchen could take her quite some time.

“I’m going to try to finish making sense of the mess in the living room,” Harry admitted. “I got distracted and never finished out there. I’m trying to decide how to pack the boxes, and somehow ended up in the bedroom with clothes and my old school trunk. I’ll be nearby if you need anything; just give a shout.” He kissed her cheek lightly, and disappeared down the hallway, humming to himself.

Ginny surveyed the mess in the kitchen: Harry had opened all the cupboards, taken everything out and had stacked plates, food tins and pans wherever he could find space. She sighed, set her shoulders, and prepared to dig in. All men are the same, she thought, just throw it in the direction of a box, and hope it gets where it’s going. How we’ll ever make sense of this on the other end, I have no idea.

-- -- -- --

Ron Weasley had no idea where to go next. The names from the inn’s guest list that he and Chris had obtained lead no where. None of the men on the list had even a trace of a criminal record. The Hogwarts rolls listed all the men as having completed school – two Slytherins, two Gryffindors, three Hufflepuffs and a Ravenclaw.

Nice, homogenous mix, Ron thought. Could mean something, could just be normal probability.

Ron hadn’t been trained to believe in coincidences though, and the thought that a wizard could be murdered in an alley across the street from a Wizarding inn without any one of the people there knowing about it was far too big to believe to begin with. But when he’d gone to the inn early that morning, not a single suspect was in his room. The innkeeper said it wasn’t a surprise, as most of them didn’t show up all the time, and at least one, according to the innkeeper, only used the place to meet with his mistress. None had checked in within a month of the murder. The fact was, the harder he looked for evidence to connect the inn to the murder, the harder it became.

It can’t be a coincidence, Ron thought, pacing his office. He needed someone to bounce his thoughts off of, and was about to Floo Harry when the fireplace came to life of its own accord.

“Ron?” It was Hermione.

“Yes, love?” he asked.

“Ron, it’s Saturday. You’ve been there all morning, and you’re supposed to be on leave anyway. Come home.” Hermione softened her comment with a smile. “You work to hard.”

Ron sighed, and nodded in acquiescence. “I’m on my way,” he said. “Just let me gather a few things.”

Hermione smiled, and blew him a kiss, before withdrawing her head from the fire.

Ron gathered a few files to look over at home, put out the lamps and Apparated home to his wife and his baby.

Moments after he’d left, an interoffice mail delivery landed on his desk. The neat lettering on the outside of the envelope gave the return address as Scotland Yard.

-- -- -- --

It took the morning and the better part of the afternoon before Ginny had finally tamed Harry’s kitchen. I’m never letting him pack again, Ginny thought, and then furrowed her brow. She blushed a bit at the implications of her own thoughts and then put them aside.

She’d packed up almost everything. Despite Harry’s assertions that he could find food elsewhere, she wasn’t sure how long he intended to stay and left out two of everything, thinking that if he was here more than a day or two he should at least have something on hand to eat with. She took one of the two glasses she had left on the counter and went looking in his…what is this thing called again? Oh yeah, a refrigerator. She found a gallon of milk, checked the expiration date and poured herself a glass. She hummed merrily as she finished up. After she closed the last box, she wandered out into the living room, finding Harry stacking boxes in a corner by the fireplace.

“Almost done here, and in the spare room. Most of that stuff was in boxes anyway.” Harry’s flat had two bedrooms, but he used the extra one as a large storage closet – at least since Ron had moved out – mainly for boxes of books.

“Want anything from the refrigerator?” Ginny asked.

“There’s lemonade in the big yellow pitcher,” Harry said. “I’d love some.”

Ginny retrieved the second glass and brought Harry his drink just as he was flopping on the couch. “I thought you said you wanted me to pack up everything. I guess it’s a good think I didn’t because otherwise you’d be drinking out of the pitcher.”

“And that’s a problem why?” Harry asked.

“You are such a man,” Ginny scolded.

Harry chuckled, letting himself sink into the couch cushions. “I love this couch,” he sighed. Ginny eyed it. It had a couple holes, but it was large, and overstuffed to the point that some of the cushions looked as if they were going to burst. It certainly didn’t match the rest of the furniture.

“Where did you get it, Harry?” Ginny asked, settling herself down on the opposite end of it. It was fluffy and comfortable.

“Bloke who was here before me left it. Said it was here when he took the place. Something about it being too big to bother moving. I’m going to shrink it and bring it to Hogwarts with me, though. I like it more than my armchair.” Harry pointed to an overstuffed armchair that reclined in the Muggle fashion. “Remus gave that to me. Said every bachelor needed a good chair to relax in.” Harry sighed, closing his eyes. “But I think I actually prefer the couch. Can’t count the number of times I’ve woken up on it after a long day at work because I never made it to bed.”

“What do you do out here?” Ginny asked. Harry laughed, and reached for a small grey object with coloured buttons on it. He pointed it at a black box across the room, and suddenly, to Ginny’s amazement, a picture appeared on the screen, a picture that moved and talked. “It’s a…a…televizor?”

“Television,” Harry corrected. “It’s kind of like a movie, on a big screen, only smaller. The pictures are sent through a kind of electric signal, through a wire from a television station to my flat.” Ginny nodded not quite understanding, but following enough to allow Harry to continue. Muggle Studies had covered some of this, but it was vague. “I get different kinds of pictures, or shows, on different channels.” Harry waved his arm. “This is the BBC, the news. I get other channels that give me shows and movies to entertain me.”

“What kind of shows do you like, Harry?” Ginny asked.

Harry proceeded to try and explain Monty Python’s Flying Circus, Are You Being Served, and M*A*S*H to Ginny.

“So it’s a comedy, about war?” Ginny was having a hard time with M*A*S*H.

“It’s a comedy about the absurdity of war. Radar kind of reminds me of Neville, and BJ reminds me of the Twins.”

Ginny just nodded. Nod and smile at the crazy person, she thought.

“And when there’s nothing on, I can watch a DVD.”

“A what?”

Harry stood up and walked over to the box he had labelled Movies and brought back a slim case. Harry opened it up and held out a silvery disc.

“What’s that?” Ginny asked.

“It’s a Digital Video Disk, called a DVD. An entire movie is stored on this disk. I just put it in the player, hit a button on the TV, and the movie comes up on the TV.”

“That’s amazing.” Ginny said. Muggles sure have the best of us in some ways. Although I still wouldn’t trade it for my broom, or Apparition…or that spell Mum uses to do the dishes.

“How about a movie then?” Harry asked, starling her out of her reverie.

“A movie? Well, what kind do you have?”

“I think I’ve got the perfect thing.” Harry grinned, drew out a slip case from the box, and placed a disk in the DVD player. He flipped a switch, and the screen showed a menu of some kind. Harry flipped the empty case to Ginny as he started the movie.

“Star Wars?” Ginny asked sceptically. “Harry, what…?”

“Shhhhhhh…” Harry cautioned.

The words “A Long Time Ago in A Galaxy Far, Far Away…” appeared on the screen, and then the music started.

Ginny was entranced by the music, as it swelled to fill the room around her. Next to her, slipping an arm over her shoulders, Harry was quietly whispering the opening monologue to himself as Ginny read the words on the screen. And the movie started in earnest. Ginny was lost in the wonder of it all.

-- -- -- --

The last bars of the music faded out and the credits disappeared. Ginny blinked a few times, staring at the television. Harry looked down at her.

“Well?” he asked.

“Harry, that was…” Ginny searched for the right word. “Amazing.” She couldn’t think of anything better. Harry laughed heartily.

“I knew you’d like it! Ha!”

“It was brilliant Harry! I mean…how did they do that?” Ginny demanded.

“What?” Harry was still laughing.

“Make the movie? Get the spaceships to fly and the light sabre thingy to glow? And blow up a whole planet? And the aliens, where did they find them, and what sort of creatures were they…”

Harry was laughing, and put a hand up to cut her off. “Muggles call them special effects, Ginny. They use computers, and models.”

“It looked so real!” Ginny had really been captivated by the movie.

“You think that’s good, you should see the third one.”

“There’s more?!” Harry laughed again.

“Oh, yeah. You don’t think Darth Vader was just going to accept defeat and go home to sulk do you?” Harry got up and walked over to the box and handed her two more DVD cases, bearing the exotic titles The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.

“When can we watch them, Harry?” Ginny asked her eyes sparkling. “Because I have to say, I’m really partial to the characters, and I want to find out more.”

“Oh? Which ones?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said slyly. “That Han Solo character is pretty sexy, and since the Princess obviously doesn’t want him…” Harry hooted with laughter.

“What?” Ginny was confused.

“I can’t wait to tell Ron you said that.” Harry had fallen off the couch. This was really too much for him.

“What does Ron have to do with this?” Ginny demanded.

“He’s seen them all already, the three of us have. I had to show them when I saw them the first time.”

“Why?”

Harry continued to laugh. “C’mon Ginny, you don’t see it?”

“See what?”

“Okay,” Harry choked, before getting up. “I can see this will take some time. I’m going to order a pizza, and we’ll start the next movie. What do you want on it?”

“Mushrooms. Thanks, Harry.” Ginny shook her head at Harry’s crazy behaviour, and watched as he called for food, and popped the movie in the player.

-- -- -- --

When the second movie was over, the pizza box sat on the floor between them, they were sitting on the floor with their backs against the couch, hands intertwined.

“You’re a prat, Harry.” Ginny finally stated flatly.

“Oh?” Harry’s voice carried an air of amusement.

“Now I know why you thought that was so funny. I see it now.”

“Really, what do you see?”

“Han is my brother!” Ginny spat, reaching over to tickle Harry. Harry tried to fend her off.

“Hey! No fair! Stop!” he cried out.

“And I suppose that makes you Luke?” Ginny said. “Oh yes, I see it now. A perfect reflection of the three of you.” She continued to tickle him, “So I suppose you’re trying to tell me that Solo and the Princess really do end up together? Hmm…Could have told me that…”

“Wanted…to…let…you…find…stop!…on…your…hey!….own.” Harry finally grabbed her hands, and rolled over her, pinning her to the floor beneath him. “Finally,” he said, panting.

Their faces were flushed; his eyes sparkled at her as he looked down at her. They were suddenly very aware of their closeness. His eyes grew more serious, and he leaned down, ever so agonizingly slowly, and brought his lips to hers.

Harry was lost in the sweetness of her lips, the way she tasted, the way she smelled, even after a long day of packing, cleaning, and an impromptu wrestling match on his living room floor. He wanted to drink it all in. He made a little growling noise in the back of his throat as he moved from her lips and began to kiss the base of her neck.

Ginny could feel the temperature rising in the room impossibly fast, as she kissed his hair, and caressed his back with his hands. Her breath was coming in small gasps as his teeth nipped at her shoulder through her shirt. Desire was flooding her being. Oh Merlin…Ginny thought inwardly. So nice…

And then there was a voice.

“Harry?” the voice called. Hermione’s voice. Harry came bolt upright, and looked over his couch at the fireplace.

-- -- -- --

Hermione couldn’t find Ginny. She’d tried the Burrow, she’d tried Ginny’s flat. She finally remembered that she had been planning to help Harry pack. Tossing some Floo powder in the fireplace, she called out for Harry’s flat and stuck her head in. The room was dark; she could see boxes stacked in one corner, and the faint glow of Harry’s TV over the couch. She wondered if he’d fallen asleep watching TV. Wouldn’t be the first time.

“Harry?” She called, gently.

In a blur, in comic fashion, Harry’s head popped up over the edge of the couch. His hair was dishevelled, he looked out of breath, and his clothes were wrinkled beyond hope.

“Hermione?” Harry looked at her in surprise. “Hi…uh…what can I do for you?”

Hermione felt her stomach drop out…Oh Merlin I really hope this isn’t how it looks…I’m going to be mortified if it is. “Is Ginny there by any chance?” she said tentatively, even though she had a pretty good guess she was.

“Uh…yeah…she’s uh…”

Ginny’s head popped up from behind the sofa, looking equally rumbled and mussed. “Right here, Hermione.”

Inwardly, Ginny was cursing her sister-in-law’s sense of timing. Ten minutes earlier would have been preferable. Or later. Quite a lot later.

Hermione, for her part, was royally embarrassed. “I’m sorry…I hope I wasn’t…interrupting…anything,” she stammered.

“No, Hermione, its fine. We were just watching a movie,” Ginny said quickly. “What can I do for you?”

“Well, actually,” Hermione began. “I was only trying to track you down to see if you wanted to do a bit of shopping with me? Charlie is about ready to stay on his own with his dad for a few hours without needing me, and I need to get out of this house for a while. I was thinking that we might have gone out tonight, but since you’re busy, how about Monday?” Hermione suggested.

“That would be wonderful, Hermione,” Ginny said. “Where to?”

“You should get some more Muggle clothes,” Harry suggested to Ginny. The two women looked at him in surprise. He turned a wee bit red. “Well, not a lot, just one or two more dresses, you know. In case we want to go out to dinner again, or to the theatre.” Harry suggested, without looking directly at Ginny.

“I’ve never been to the theatre,” Ginny said. “What does one wear?”

“Oh, we’ll go poking about, and I’ll make some suggestions.” Hermione said. “It will be a grand adventure. I’ll see you Monday then, Ginny. Sorry to bother you both.”

“It’s all right,” Harry assured her, though he knew it was nothing of the sort.

“Goodnight, Hermione.”

“Goodnight, Ginny, Harry.”

“Night, sis.” Harry winked at her as she disappeared from the fireplace. Harry and Ginny stared at each other for a long moment.

“Hi,” Harry said finally.

“Hey,” Ginny replied, reaching up to caress his cheek with her hand. He leaned into it and sighed.

“I suppose it was just as well,” Harry said finally after a silence.

“Oh?”

“Yeah…well…I…well…there wasn’t self-control going around back there.” Harry waved vaguely in the direction of the floor.

“No, there wasn’t.” Ginny agreed.

“That’s probably not a good thing at this stage of the game,” he pointed out.

“Maybe not.” Her lips still tingled from his kiss, and her body still thrummed with desire, even if it had calmed down.

“Do you want to stay and watch Return of the Jedi?” Harry asked. “You can find out just how this all sorts out.”

“I’d like that.”

They curled up on the couch together, her head on his shoulder, with her feet tucked up under her, his arm around her, as they watched the last movie.

-- -- -- --

“That’s it then?” she said when it was over. “Han and Leia go off and get married, and poor Luke never finds anyone?” She looked at Harry. “That’s not fair. He’s the hero. He should get a girl. That’s not to say he should have had Leia…well, they’re siblings, so…eww…but still, the hero should get a girl.” Harry could see that she wasn’t just talking about Luke Skywalker.

“Well…” Harry paused, thinking of the box with Star Wars paperbacks in the corner of the room. Probably not the time to try and explain that, he thought, thinking of another red-head. “I guess the rest is just up to your imagination.”

Ginny shrugged, and then looked mischievously at Harry. “So, did Hermione ever kiss you like that to try and make my brother jealous?”

Harry shuddered. “Eww. No. I love Hermione and all, but…eww.”

Ginny giggled and then yawned. Harry pulled her closer, stabbing the remote to turn off the telly his other hand. They sat quietly in the dark room. “This is nice, Harry.” Ginny said finally.

“Yeah,” Harry agreed.

“We’re supposed to go on a picnic tomorrow…er…today,” Harry said, checking his watch. It was late.

“I know…but this was nice, I wouldn’t trade it. Maybe we’ll take a rain check on the picnic, Harry. That way we can get all your boxes moved. We can have you all moved in by tomorrow evening.”

“All right, that sounds like a good plan.” Harry nodded in the darkness. “I had a nice time, tonight, Gin.”

He could see her grin in the darkness. “Me, too, Harry.”

“Ginny…” He hesitated.

“Yes, Harry?”

“Ginny, I’m not sure where all this is headed…but I guess I just want to say thank you. And that I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Although Ginny was pretty sure she had a good idea.

“For my second chance. Don’t think I didn’t know that you’ve had other suitors. I’m sorry I wasted my time moping.”

“Harry,” she said softly, turning to him and bringing a hand up to cradle his cheek. “It’s time I was honest with you. I never stopped hoping and praying that you would come around. You’ve always been the one I wanted. I thought you’d come around eventually, although, I’ll admit, it was hard. And you needed the time. To figure out who you are, what you wanted. And this is now, and what we have could be precious.”

“Ginny, you have no idea how much that means to me,” Harry said. “I want this to go well, too. That’s why I don’t want to take this too fast Ginny, you know…earlier. But I wanted to…it just feels like it’s been so long in coming….”

“Shh…I know what you mean Harry.” She touched a finger to his lips. “You don’t have to explain. And you’re right. We should take this at our own pace.” She leaned in and kissed him gently. “I should go home and get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” Harry sighed.

“Yeah. So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, after church. If we’re just going to move all this stuff up to Hogwarts, then I might rope Remus into lending a hand.”

Ginny smiled in the darkness. “Taking advantage of poor Uncle Moony like that? How Slytherin of you, Harry.”

“Maybe the Sorting Hat was right after all…” Harry joked. “He won’t want to hear me call him Uncle Moony tomorrow.”

“Why?” Ginny asked.

“Because, according to him, I only call him Uncle Moony when I either want something, am going to prank him, or I’m going to ask him a question that my father should have had to answer.”

“And what does that mean?” Ginny asked.

“Well, for example,” Harry began. “Remus…well, he didn’t anticipate being the one to have to explain the facts of life to me.” Ginny could see Harry give a mischievous grin in the darkness, but then he sobered. “And it didn’t help that I still couldn’t even call him Uncle Moony at that point either, he was still Professor Lupin. Talk about awkward all around.” Ginny laughed. “I think your dad offered to do it, but Remus told him it was really his responsibility now, since Sirius had left my guardianship to him.”

“My dad? How do you know?”

“Well, at one point, when things were awkward, Remus looked away and said, “I should have taken Arthur up on his offer.”

Ginny laughed again. Her laugher, Harry thought, was a sparkling thing, bubbling like good champagne. She stood and took her wand from the table. “I should really be going, Harry.”

“I know.”

“Goodnight, Harry.” She leaned into him, and they kissed tenderly.”

“Goodnight, Ginny.” He smiled at her, and she closed her eyes in concentration and Disapparated back to her flat.

Harry glanced at the clock and sighed. Morning was going to come far too soon. He cleaned up the mess in the living room, before taking a shower and heading for bed, giving Hedwig an owl treat and pat on the head, on his way to the bedroom.

Ginny sighed as she slipped into bed that night. She set her alarm clock. She hadn’t been to church in years, but she thought she might surprise Harry in the morning. He certainly seemed to enjoy it. And, she supposed, it would be good to show an interest in the things he finds interesting. There were few enough of them. She sighed and drew up the sheet before laying her head down on the pillow. When she did dream that night, she dreamed of a red-haired woman with a light sabre, kissing a dark haired Luke Skywalker.

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