Harry Potter and the Six Founders

Chapter 6 - Party

Next morning

That morning, waking up was more difficult than usual for some people. Severus and Remus both emerged from sleep with a raging headache, a queasy stomach and in a confused mental state.

Severus had of course prepared a hangover potion for the occasion. His discomfort lasted only the time it took him to reach his private bathroom. He gulped the brew and immediately his head cleared, leaving only a vile taste in his mouth. A small price to pay for such a reprieve.

We certainly tied a good one last night.

He considered the small bottle with pride. It was another one of his private recipes few people knew about, one of the few perks of being a potions teacher. He hoped he had remembered to give Remus a dose of the stuff. He checked his robes for the other vial he had prepared and found that it was not there. I must have given it to him, or else it was dropped somewhere. If so then that's life.

He didn't remember every detail of their revelry, but it had been a surprisingly pleasant moment. Thinking about the previous day made him glance at his arm. He had to check it one more time.

He held his breath and rolled his sleeve... yes the Mark was still gone.

Snape stared at himself in the mirror. It would simply have to get use to it. I'm not complaining. I probably lost the right to complain about anything anymore. He grunted and started his morning routine.

Remus didn't remember anything about any hangover potion. Waking up reminded him of his monthly transformations. He managed to drag himself to the sink, and he ran some cold water over his head while he sighed in misery. After a while he heard Tonks coming in.

"Well if it isn't the prodigal wolf himself," she called out cheerfully, making him wince in pain. "I hope you're aware that your reputation dropped a notch last night."

He turned a dejected face toward her and mumbled something about being sorry and higher duty, but she laughed and told him it was ok.

"I just received an Owl from Severus that says for you to look in your side pocket."

Puzzled, Remus searched his robe and found a small bottle labeled Morning after.

He opened it and sniffed. It didn't smell too bad as potions went. He drank the dose and sighted with relief at the results.

Severus must have placed it there last night. Damn decent of him.

He must have a pretty stupid expression from the look Tonks gave him. He resumed their evening to her.

"All in all it was a very interesting outing. I expected Snape to have mellowed a bit but he was downright pleasant and he got us drunk to prove it. Not to mention this little gift."

"Well that's nice," she replied. "But speaking of outing this is the day for Harry's party and we just have time for a quick lesson with the kids before preparing the house."

He dressed quickly and stepped out to greet the youngsters at breakfast. At their urging he retraced his evening with Snape and Harry let out a long whistle. Ron kept shaking his head and asking for confirmation of every detail. Remus finally produced the empty hangover vial which shut him up.

Another Owl arrived, sent by Dumbledore, confirming the new teaching positions.

Remus decided to forgo Apparition practice because they actually had to leave the house for that, in any case Harry and Hermione were practically ready to take the exam, and the others would only need a couple more lessons. The morning's training session was therefore a review of combat techniques.

They had already gotten to the level where several of their spells were too dangerous to practice on each other. Harry had asked Tonks how Auror training coped with the problem and she had mentioned the simulator balls. Remus had balked at their price but Harry had overridden him and ordered a complete set of three, as well as other basic equipment he felt they needed.

"Those Galleons are just sitting there. This is the best use I can make of them," he had told him.

The simulators were perfect for combat practice. They could be programmed for different strengths and appearances and could even impersonate friendly fighters and bystanders. Tonks didn't want to teach them the Avada curse, but there were plenty of spells which were be just as good to take out a dark wizard if used properly.

At 11 A.M Remus and Tonks went to Diagon Alley, with the special portkey, to pick up the group of guests.

All those invited was there. A number of them had taken advantage of the occasion to sample the latest of the Weasleys' ware and initial curiosity had quickly turned to fascination. Remus had to threaten the twins of not waiting for them if they didn't agree to stop their commerce. It still took some time before George finally closed the shop, taking with him a very large box covered in mysterious signs and eloquent warnings.

At last everyone was assembled around Remus. He activated the portkey and the group materialized in the garden. Harry, Ron and the girls cheered their arrival.

Fred and George rushed to greet Harry.

"So you've closed the shop for the rest of the day?" he asked them.

"Actually we need the rest," said Fred.

"We didn't take a single breather since the vacation started," confirmed George.

Harry made the round of his friends. He was particularly happy to see Neville and Luna although he was a little bit awkward with her. He knew that if it hadn't been for Hermione he would have considered dating her. As it was he hoped that she would still be as friendly.

Luna noticed his relationship with Hermione immediately and gave Harry a gentle kiss with her quiet dreamy smile.

"I see that your heart has found someone special Harry."

"Er... yes." Harry swallowed. He tried not to sound apologetic but she stopped him.

"You don't have to explain anything. It's a good thing. You seem to be happy."

He grinned boyishly.

"Yeah I really am."

"Then I'm very glad for you both."

She turned to Hermione who greeted her pleasantly enough. Hermione didn't really know what to make of Luna. Intellectually they were complete opposites and her first impression had been rather negative. Hermione valued rigor and analysis while Luna was forever ready to ramble about irrational or imaginary things. Yet at the ministry she had fought well and she knew that Harry appreciated her.

Trying to find something neutral to say, Hermione remembered that she and her father had planned to spot some imaginary animals with crazy sounding names she couldn't remember. Luna's mother was dead and the two were very close and often traveled together.

"And how was your vacation with your father?"

"I'm fine and the trip was nice, but you're not really interested in the details," Luna replied matter of factly but not aggressively. "I know you don't believe in Crumpled-Horn Snorkacks, but it doesn't matter. We didn't find any as it happened."

Hermione was a bit shocked at the direct language.

"Well it's true I 'm not overly fond of your fancy animals but I do care about you. I want to be your friend as you are Harry's." And I do hope that 'friend' is all that you want to be to him.

"I will be your friend Hermione, and you shouldn't be afraid that I could steal Harry from you. I wouldn't try it and I don't think he would go for it in any case."

Hermione tried to laugh but she was very unsettled. It was almost as if she could...

"Do you read minds?" she blurted out.

Luna hesitated and for a moment her expression become more serious.

"No, not exactly but I get flashes, and I can usually guess what people are thinking about me. I always know when someone is lying."

Hermione blushed and started to protest but the other girl interrupted her.

"It's a strange talent and it bothered me at first but not any more. A long time ago I decided to just ignore people when they're unpleasant."

Comprehension dawned on Hermione. That why she often looks dreamy. It's not an affectation. It's her protection against what others think.

"I think I understand you better Luna. I'm sorry I misjudged you, and I really do want to us to be friends."

Luna smiled and she placed her hand on Hermione's arm.

"But we are, even if we don't agree on everything."

"We haven't had much chance to talk, and I'd really like to get to know you better."

Luna flashed a mysterious smile.

"Maybe you will. See you later?" She went of toward another group.

The party was already well under way. For most of them it was their first meeting since the end of the year and a lot of gossip was exchanged.

"...How did you do on your OWLs? I got only six and my parents were furious. I'll have to tutor for all of August...."

"... fancy Harry and Hermione together. I've been waiting for her to do it for two years...."

".. Professor Lupin lives here. Do you thing he'll be back as teacher?"

"...did you see Cho's face...."

It was decided that they'd eat outside. A Quidditch match was organized for the afternoon while most of the rest planned to try out the pool.

Tonks had installed her enchanted gramophone, and a space was reserved for dancers. Hermione looked forward to her first public dance with Harry. She noticed that Ginny was seated next to Dean Thomas but the discussion seemed a bit strained. Hermione looked at her friend thoughtfully. Ginny was going through boyfriends rather quickly. It was nothing serious - yet, but she didn't really approve. Not my business unless it gets out of hand.

Harry was talking with a group which included Neville, Macmillan and Colin. It was remarkable to look at Neville and see the calm assurance of the boy. Harry's consideration and friendship had built him up, and his action at the ministry had given him prestige among the others. His devotion to Harry was evident. All things considered she felt their group was establishing itself on solid bases and that was a good thing.

She looked around for Ron and found him, of all things, talking to Luna. Something about chess and tactical moves he wanted to apply to the DA.

Ron on friendly terms with Luna. Interesting.

She thought about it. Ron needed a girl. If she was reading him correctly, he would be even more sensually demanding than Harry and much less able to endure the usual play and tease of the girls of his age. He'll want to go too far too fast.

How would he make out with Luna? Hermione amused herself at playing matchmaker. With her sight and her intelligence, Luna would control any relationship she'd choose to enter, so she wasn't worried about her. Would it work for Ron? He wouldn't be bothered by her brains. He wasn't stupid but intelligence was not something he felt he had to compete in, and he had other talents.

"Looking at the competition?" Harry said. She jumped at the interruption. He'd followed her gaze on Luna. Does he think I'm jealous?

She smiled and pressed against him.

"No. We talked and I know she's not hunting you."

"Of course not! But, is it my eyes, or is she interested in Ron?"

"I think she's sounding him out." Hermione retraced her discovery of Luna's talent and her own reflections. "What do you think?"

"I like the idea." A pause. "He doesn't look like he's aware of anything."

"He's a boy. You're all kind of hopeless that way." She considered it. "We'll wait for things to develop and assist as needed."

"Er... maybe you'll assist. I'd rather stay out of this."

"You don't have to do anything. Just refrain from telling him it's a bad idea. Ok?" They grinned at each other.

Lunch was announced and everyone converged on the table that Dobby had set up. Harry found that he was seated at one end and everyone seemed to expect him to make some kind of announcement.

"Harry! Give us a speech!" called out Colin.

"Speak to thy followers Oh Great One," mocked Fred. "Yes show us the way, Gentle Thunder Struck Leader," added George.

Others took up the request and Harry decided that he had to give them a few words. Actually he didn't mind the position they put him into. He didn't want to order people around, but it made him feel good to lead them toward an objective which would benefit everyone. He knew that at some time in the future he would have to take more difficult decisions, but he wouldn't dwell on this for now.

"My friends," he began.

"He loves us!" screamed Fred. "We never hoped." said George with a rapt face.

Harry shot them a disgusted look and Hermione raised her wand menacingly. The twins immediately took up the attitude of perfect guests, sitting straight in their chairs, hand clasped in front of them.

"I want to welcome you here, in my new home and I'm very glad to have you all with me today." It sounded pretty lame to him but everyone cheered.

"I don't really have much to say except that I hope to continue the DA next year. Some of you won't be there but others will join, and I will be proud to learn new skills with you."

Applause broke out and Harry grinned boyishly. There was something else he could say but he hesitated. He caught Remus' eye who nodded so he raised his hand to silence them.

"There's something else I can tell you. Those of you who want to try for a NEWT in potions should be aware that professor Snape will teach a remedial class this summer." Groans were heard from various sources. "But you may not know that professor Lupin will share the Defense Against The Dark Arts course with him." The groans redoubled.

"Please! Hear me out." Harry paused for silence. He wanted to put in a good word for Snape so that there would had least be a chance for a more serene year, and he also wanted to start rebuilding relations with the Slytherins.

"We have both talked with professor Snape and a number of, er differences, have been ironed out." Most of them stared at him has if he'd lost his mind. "Although professor Snape is certainly going to be a very demanding teacher, I have good hope for the future."

There were more sounds of disgust. He surveyed them all and spoke in the most convincing tone he could muster.

"Whatever happened in the past, and whatever feelings you may have, there is one thing that I am sure of and that I ask you to take into account." He paused. "I have a lot of respect for professor Snape and I would trust him with my life and that of my friends. That may not have been the case in the past but it is now."

They all stayed silent for a moment. Even Fred and George were looking for something witty to say and seemed lost at words.

Remus spoke up, saving him from acute discomfort.

"If I may add to Harry's words, his opinion of professor Snape is fully shared by me and by Headmaster Dumbledore. It is your fullest right to decide upon such things by yourself, but we do ask you to give him a chance."

He paused to give them a chance to digest his words, and to give them something happier to think about.

"On a more positive note I am happy to be able to tell you that the Headmaster has given me, and Auror Tonks here, the authorization to teach you defense techniques which are not normally approved for pre-NEWT students." A number of smiles re-appeared on several faces and all of them clapped.

Remus sat down and Harry took over.

"Okay. This concludes my 'serious' minute - please remember that you all asked for a speech." This last drew chuckles around the table.

"The rest of the day is devoted to fun and play. We'll have a little Quidditch game." He was relieved to hear some hand clapping and cheers. "And for those who prefer the water and sunshine routine there is the pool, and this evening there will be music and dancing. I also understand that our former comrades will have a little surprise at that time."

He gestured toward Fred and George who managed a set of particularly sinister grins. Some cheered again but several seemed anxious. Then Harry raised his hands one last time and concluded his speech.

"For now all I've left to say is: Tuck In!"

All of them applauded. Harry let out a deep sigh and sat down. Hermione squeezed his hand and he grimaced at her. He didn't think he was ever going to like speech making.

The food was excellent and plentiful. Hermione was extremely impressed by Dobby's work. There were almost twenty of them and, although the kitchen was very well equipped, and even allowing for the use of magic, it was no small feat. She discussed this with Harry.

"I was wondering how Dobby managed all of this."

"He's not alone, he asked me permission to enlist Winky's help, plus he's been preparing stuff for several days now. You know I'm always telling him not to over extend himself but he really enjoys do this." He said all this with a worried expression in case Hermione started on the subject of exploited House Elves.

She noted his face and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Please. There's no need to look at me that way when you're talking about Dobby. I'm not going to shout and rave like..."

"The passionate advocate of Elfish rights," interjected Fred who'd been following their conversation.

"That you are famous for at Hogwarts," concluded George.

Hermione glared at them for a moment before bursting out laughing.

"We've discussed this with Harry," she told them. "And although I don't regret anything, I will do things differently in the future." Fred joined his hands and raised his face to the heaven as if to thank some unseen deity, while George made a show of comforting Harry for what must have been a painful ordeal. Hermione ignored them.

After lunch the Quidditch players left to prepare themselves and some non players took seats to watch the action. The rest went inside to change into bathing suits or took out some reading material or cards.

Luna considered whether to watch the game or not. She was rather interested in Ron, partly because he was unattached and close to Harry and Hermione, and partly because he seemed a nice boy. They hadn't really gotten well along last year but she had been more interested in Harry and Ron had been looking at Hermione, who hadn't noticed or hadn't wanted to.

She smiled at the memory of these clumsy moves, so childish and yet so sweet. Dating was not very important on her mind but friends were and she could sense that a minimum of romantic involvement would be needed to be a member of this group.

And who knows, maybe I will really feel something special for him?

Luna had long ago decided to take a fatalist and cynical attitude toward other people. Her gift made their defects and pettiness so apparent that she had to keep them at bay, except for a very small group of true friends and even then she had needed to wall off most of their thoughts. One of the reasons she favored far stretched theories was that most people's attitudes to these were very predictable.

Harry had been the first person, aside from her father, from whom she had not felt a single unpleasant thought. She had really felt relaxed around him.

She remembered when they'd meet at the last day of school. He had been so sad and engrossed with his problems. His mind was so filled with the need to be accepted and appreciated that sympathy for her troubles had been his first reaction, and she had felt it immediately. She'd been so surprised that she hadn't had the presence of mind to hold on to him right then.

In any case I wouldn't have taken such a decision quickly. I always take my time to make up my mind on something important.

She was honest enough with herself to admit that Hermione was probably a better companion for Harry. Like him she was someone with a lot of decision and drive, able to make choices when needed. Luna considered herself a follower and they were leaders. It was better that way.

What does that leave me with? Ron or Neville...

Harry was very friendly with Neville, who was all right but she didn't feel very attracted to him. Perhaps if things didn't turn out right with Ron she would consider it.

She looked around to see what everyone was doing. She wasn't particularly interested in sports and normally she would have preferred to lay in the sun near the pool but her instinct told her to go and watch the game, or at least the players.

W ell specifically one particular player.

Making her decision, she took a pitcher of pumpkin juice, some cookies and found a nice place to observe.

Ron was keeping the goals and Harry and two others were defending. Ginny was in the opposite team. Last year, until that last game, Ron had suffered from a big lack of confidence, greatly aggravated by the taunting of the Slytherins. He seemed much more at ease now and she admired how Harry was subtly building him up with a mix of direct support when needed, and delegation when he could. Ron also seemed to be handling a lot of the tactical decisions, and he was doing a nice job of it.

Looking at them Luna reflected that she would never be interested in Quidditch per se but they were doing some impressive things with their brooms. Flying is something I would like to do with them.

After a while she found that someone had joined her quietly.

"I didn't know you were a Quidditch fan," said Hermione.

"No more than you are," she replied.

"Well I'm sort of pulled into it by my boyfriend. Is it the same with you?" she asked mischievously. She could see that Luna was following Ron's moves more that the actual game.

Luna smiled but kept looking at the players.

"I don't know yet."

"Are we talking about Ron?"

Luna turned to Hermione, her expression neutral.

"I think he's cute, don't you?"

"I think he's adorable, even if he gets on my nerves now and then. But he and Harry have been my closest friends for a long time so I'm not really objective."

They looked at each other for a moment, then Hermione broke the silence.

"Luna, excuse me for asking but please tell me. Are you considering going out with Ron?"

"Yes. Are you trying to warn me about something?" She could see no animosity in Hermione's mind but she sensed a strong protective feeling.

"I know you wouldn't hurt him on purpose but Ron is the kind of boy who gets his heart broken easily. If you go out together he's going to take it very seriously." She smiled in embarrassment. "I just wanted to tell you that."

Luna considered the other girl. They watch out and care for each others of course. It's another reason I want to be with them.

"Please be assured that I will not fool around with him," she said in a serious voice. "I cannot guarantee anything, but I will be attentive for your friend."

Hermione reached out her hand and touched the other girl's arm.

"Please don't think it rude or un-sensitive of me to have said that. I think it would be a very fine thing if you two were together."

"You make him seem rather emotional."

"He has a big heart and he takes thing rather upfront. But he is really someone you can count upon. He also has a brain when he can trouble himself to use it." She shrugged apologetically. "I'm not demeaning him. His grades suck but I've never been able to beat him at chess. He'll be a fine wizard one day I'm sure."

Luna acquiesced.

"He has a lot of tactical sense. I've seen him organize the players around and I know they think he's good."

They went back to watching the aerial display. When it was over, the players came back toward them. Harry had his arms over Ron and Ginny's shoulders and all of them were flushed with exertion and exchanging lively comments on the game. Nobody had bothered to keep score. It had just been a friendly practice and pure fun.

Harry spotted the girls and went toward them after giving quick indication to the others about bathrooms and showers. Ron followed him.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked as he dropped down on the grass and took a draught from Hermione's glass.

Luna replied that they did, and she proposed her own glass to Ron.

"You must be thirsty. Do you want some?"

Ron hesitated. Luna was evidently proposing her own drink, there was actually some lipstick on it, but he felt it would be impolite to refuse, and somewhat exciting to accept. He drained the glass under the approving eyes of Luna. Hermione and Harry were trying hard not to laugh.

"Thanks Luna. I needed that."

"You're very welcome. Would you like more?" she asked pleasantly.

"Er... Thank you yes."

"You played as if you'd spent your whole life on broomsticks. I'm hoping you could teach me some techniques."

The question was not directed at him specifically, but her eyes rested on Ron's face when she said it.

Ron swallowed. He was not used to being asked to teach something to anybody, much less a Ravenclaw girl.

"Er... Sure. It would be a pleasure." He shot a quick glance at Hermione who just smiled. He turned back to Luna. "What kind of broom do you use?"

"I don't have one. I was considering buying one actually." She smiled at him. "I'm sure you could help me choose an adequate one. Are you planning on going to Diagon Alley one of these days?"

Ron was ready to say yes when he remembered he was not completely free. He turned to Harry who shrugged.

"Actually Ron I think you could go tomorrow. Hermione and I have an appointment elsewhere. "

Hermione jumped and frowned at him.

"An appointment? I don't remember anything?"

Harry grinned.

"You shouldn't as it's a surprise. Trust me."

"Well I do but I hope you're not planning something foolish or dangerous." Harry is foolhardy enough when he's depressed. I can't imagine what he's thinking of with his new found confidence.

"Don't worry I checked with Remus and he okayed it." He gave her a bright smile. "Relax. It's something you will like."

He turned to Ron.

"If you're going to the Alley Ron, there's a couple of stuff that you could buy for us." He started on a list of supplies and Hermione and Luna exchanged a secret smile. Ron was not being offered much choice.

They stood up and started toward the house. The boys went in to change clothes while Luna rejoined Ginny near the pool. Hermione remembered that she wanted to check in on Winky and went to the kitchen.

She found Dobby and Winky busy with cakes and snacks. Dobby was his usual exuberant self and Winky seemed almost happy herself. Certainly she had come a long way from the despondent Elf she remembered at Hogwarts.

"Hello Dobby. How are you Winky?" she greeted them.

The Elves turned toward her, and Winky managed a shy smile.

"Winky is happy to be of help to Harry Potter and his friends. Missy Hermione," she answered.

"I want to thank you very much for that help Winky. And both of you should know that all of us appreciated the fine meal you've prepared. I hope it wasn't too much trouble."

Both Elves beamed with pride and assured her that it was no trouble at all, and that they enjoyed doing it. Then Winky hesitated and Hermione could sense that she wanted to say something.

"Is there anything I can do for you Winky?" she asked gently.

The Elf looked up shyly at her, and then at Dobby who nodded vigorously and urged her on. Winky took a breath and, twisting her pillow dress, blurted out what had evidently been on her mind for some time.

"Winky sees that Harry Potter and Missy Hermione have a fine house now, with many friends coming to visit them. Winky wanted to know if Missy Hermione would consider taking Winky at her service to help Dobby," she finished in a rush, almost cringing with her eyes downcast.

Hermione was thunderstruck. Christ! Is she's asking me to take her on as my personal servant? How could I ever use the enslavement spell on anybody?

She was having enough trouble trying to do convince others that SPEW was a valid project as it was. She could imagine the consequences if she took on a House Elf herself.

On the other hand Winky evidently wanted something like that, and it was likely that she would be very upset if she was refused.

"Winky you know my feelings about House Elves. I think you should all be free to live your lives as you want." She stopped what she saw that Winky was starting to cry.

Instinctively she took the small creature in her arms. She turned to Dobby for help. Why was he the only Elf that seemed to actually want freedom?

"Winky, please don't cry. Dobby, help me. What can I do?"

Dobby placed a comforting arm around Winky's shoulder.

"Does Missy Hermione think Winky should not stay here?" he asked.

Hermione spoke from her heart.

"Winky is welcome to come here whenever she want!" At those words Winky stopped crying and looked up at the girl.

"Listen," Hermione said, searching frantically for a solution. "I don't know everything I should about House Elves but there must be some other way to work together than having you as a slave. Would you like to be paid like Dobby here is?"

Winky considered this. She was clearly uncomfortable with the idea.

"Winky doesn't understand why she must be paid. She wants a master to care for, and who will take care of her."

Hermione realized that she would really need to learn a number of things about Elfish psychology to solve this, and actually to advance things for SPEW. Winky didn't seem to be the right person to ask. Dobby might be a source of information but not right now. Harry had been right. I need to discuss this with others.

"Winky listen to me." The Elf looked at her with her big tear filled eyes. "I promise you that I'm going to find a way so that you can work here. I don't know exactly how, but I will speak with professor Dumbledore. We will work it out."

The Elf nodded.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is a very good wizard. He will help Missy Hermione find a way."

"Yes. In the meanwhile you can stay here with Dobby. I don't imagine there's much for you to do at Hogwarts during the summer anyway. If you need something please ask me or one of the others. All right?"

Winky nodded happily and wiped her eyes. Hermione smiled at them reassuringly and left the kitchen.

I'm going to ask Remus about this also. After all he's going to be the History of Magic teacher and we might even make it into a class project. That would be just perfect.

Harry was trying to comb his hair in the bathroom while Ron finished his shower. Even wet it was still a hopeless job and he gave up quickly.

"Ron?"

"Yea."

"That was a good play we had. You know I've been thinking of something."

"What?"

"Angelina won't be at school this year, so we're going to have to find a new captain."

"You could be it."

"No Ron. I think you would be a better choice."

Ron's head emerged from the shower stall.

"Pull the other one!"

"No I really mean it. I love to play but I have my hands full with the DA and the rest of it. More to the point you're the latest hero of the Gryffindor team, and you have a better head for tactics."

Ron saw that Harry was very serious.

"Whoa. You really meant it?"

Harry smiled at his friend.

"Of course I do, you git. I'm telling it as I see it."

Ron's face took on a faraway look. Captain of the Quidditch team! It was something he'd be daydreaming about since when he was a kid. He had never really believed it would happen one day.

Actually it hadn't happened yet. The captain had to be accepted by the other players.

"Do you think the others will go with it?" he asked.

"Well you've got my voice and probably Ginny's. Who else could be chosen?"

Ron considered this.

"I can't wait for school to start." He looked at his friend. "Thanks mate."

"Don't mention it," said Harry, grinning.

He remembered something else.

"By the way do you need anything for tomorrow?" he asked in an offhand manner.

Ron frowned, Harry was always ready to help him financially and he was very uncomfortable with it. When they were together it was understood that Harry would pay for treats and minor stuff, but this time he wouldn't be there.

"I'll manage," he said gruffly.

Harry looked at him a second then shrugged.

"Ok."

Ron decided to change the subject.

"What are you planning with Hermione?"

"Tomorrow is her mother's birthday, so we'll go and visit them."

"But aren't they still at the Krum's?"

"Yes but Remus and I arranged for us to take our Apparition exams tomorrow morning, and then he'll come with us."

"Cool! Ginny and I sure aren't ready yet." He sighted.

"Wouldn't you prefer going shopping with Luna?" he asked mischievously.

"Come on! I'm just going to help her buy a broom," replied Ron, squirming.

"And that's all?" Harry asked, plainly unconvinced.

"Well maybe we'll go and eat something in a nice place. I'm not sure yet. Don't make me talk about it okay?"

"Ok. I won't tease you for now." He chuckled. But wait a bit and you'll have to bear it.

They finished up and descended to the living room where several students were in deep discussion with Hermione. Luna wasn't there and Harry pretended not to notice how Ron looked around for her and discretely went outside.

Harry signaled to Fred and Georges that he wanted to speak with them.

"Great party Harry," said Fred.

"Yes, nice set up you've got there," added George.

"Quite a difference from last time."

"What can we do for you? Oh Great Financer."

Harry had to laugh. The twins were the only one who treated him with such informal camaraderie. Every one else was either aggressive, in awe, or overly anxious for him. It was very refreshing.

"First of all never change from what you are," he told them. "I take it the shop is doing well?"

"Wonderfully!"

"I have a small favor to ask."

"Name it."

"Ron is going out to the Alley tomorrow with Luna. He won't let me lend him any money but I'm afraid he won't have enough for a proper date. I know you've already been generous with him but could I use you as a front?"

Fred became immediately serious.

"Harry, we owe you plenty for the start up money - we will insist on paying you back by the way - but we're also thinking about Ron."

"And the rest of the family," completed George.

"So we've set up a Gringotts account for Ginny and Ron."

"And another one for Mum and Dad."

"And we arranged for part of our profits to automatically go there."

"So we'll just give this to Ron".

Georges displayed a small key like the one Harry had for his bank account.

"It should be enough for a first date."

"Unless he's going into diamond rings right away."

Harry stopped his head going from one to the other. Their antics were making him dizzy. Then he sighed with relief and embraced them both.

"That's really grand of you. It makes me feel much better. Thanks."

"Don't mention it." The two went into exaggerated contortions of modesty and embarrassment that set Harry laughing.

"So when are you going to open a subsidiary in Hogsmeade?"

"We might at that. Zongo is considering retirement, and we might lease his shop part time."

"Which would be a big boost for us."

Harry was very pleased that the twins would still be around Hogwarts.

"Well it would be great to visit you on week ends. I hope it will work that way."

Harry left them to join the other group of students. He saw that they had been discussing the news about Snape. Most of them were skeptical of the potion master's appointment.

"Are you really sure about this Harry?" Dean challenged. "I mean he's been horrible to all non-Slytherin pupils since the beginning."

Harry snuggled next to Hermione.

"Yes I am sure and I'm going to tell you something about this that I feel is very important."

He waited until he had all their attention.

"What is the greatest menace that we face?" he asked.

Nobody answered at first, then Parvati spoke up.

"The return of You-know-you."

"Yes, but you can say his name. He calls himself Voldemort."

A number of them cringed at the name but most just hardened their expressions. Good they're learning to live with it too.

"Even though Voldemort is the greatest danger right now, I don't think we should just plan on defending ourselves against him, or even to destroy him," he continued. "That's necessary of course but it's not really an uplifting objective. Especially if after him comes another one and we have to start again."

He scanned their faces using the tips Tonks had given him to judge how his words were received. Tell it step by step and don't go to the next step until they've digested the previous one.

"Let me tell you of something which happened long ago."

He reviewed briefly the circumstances of the creation of Hogwarts and the period of peace which followed, and he stressed the importance of the alliance between the four houses and especially between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"To do the same, the first step is uniting Hogwarts, and then we can set it as an example for the rest of the wizard world."

"Each House has strengths that we need. Hufflepuff's values are that of humanity and healing, Ravenclaw is intellectual power, Gryffindor is courage and the will to go beyond oneself, Slytherin is cunning and mental discipline."

"Added together, these values can be very powerful, and that power can once again be put to strengthening our society and undermining the support for Dark Wizards."

He paused.

"Do you accept that?" he asked them.

Some acquiesced and none challenged him. They were not all convinced but at least they were willing to admit the idea for discussion.

"If unity is so important why doesn't the Headmaster impose it on the students?" called out someone.

"Headmaster Dumbledore wants every student to decide freely," answered Hermione. "He knows that if they are coerced into cooperating then it won't mean much. We've got to believe it for it to work and you can't force someone to believe."

Most of them nodded at that. It made sense.

"How do you figure convincing the Slytherins to join in?" asked Michael Corner

Harry had been waiting for that one.

"It will not be easy and to achieve it, we will have to do something about the Muggles problem."

"Muggles?"

"Yes. Specifically our relations with muggles and muggle born wizards. This is a key issue with Slytherins and also as it happens with a lot of Dark Wizards and their supporters."

"It's also something of a problem with some families in other Houses," added someone.

"Right. It's a difficult subject, but I'm convinced we have to tackle it, one way or the other, because it's a divisive subject."

"What's your position on this?" asked a youngster.

Harry turned to Hermione who answered.

"As a muggle born I can't pretend to understand all the elements, but we've been thinking about this a lot, and not just us."

She cast a quick look at Remus and Tonks who were quietly following the discussion.

"There is a big problem of ignorance of each world about the other," she continued. "One conclusion we came to is that muggle-borns should have special courses on wizard customs and culture, and likewise a minimum of muggle studies would be a good thing for pure blood students."

There were isolated sounds of agreement at that.

"Do you think that going to help win over the Slytherins? I don't." said Dean Thomas.

"It won't be enough but it's a start, and in fact it's a necessary first step," answered Ginny. He still looked unconvinced.

"This is really the begining of an open discussion so we can't expect definitive answers right now," continued Harry. "What I would like to have you agree on is that the three problems of Dark Wizards, Hogwarts unity and muggle acceptance in the wizard world are linked together."

He paused and surveyed the group.

"Is there anybody who thinks this is plain wrong?"

Nobody said anything, some exchanged looks and shrugs. It was visible, however, that several of them harbored doubts, even if they didn't voice them.

Harry considered this.

"I can see that it's not that obvious to all of you," he said. "Would I be right in saying that although most would agree on the general idea, some of you have doubts about the actual possibility of doing something about it?"

After another pause, Dean looked around and answered him.

"Yea. I'd say that's more like it."

"It's not that we don't believe you Harry," added Seamus. "I'm not going to doubt your sincerity on this." This brought murmurs of agreement which warmed Harry's heart. "But it looks more like a task for adult wizards than for students." More agreements followed his words.

Harry stood up and walked to a position where he could look at them all and considered the situation for a moment. He hadn't planned it but he could sense that this was a very important time. They were almost ready to follow him but he would have to effectively take his role as leader and accept the responsibility which went with it. If I lead them I'll be responsible for the consequences. Some of them may be hurt and it will be because of what I will have said.

He looked at Remus whose serious face told him that he too understood the stakes. Tonks was also looking at him but her stance was that of a soldier awaiting orders. I don't have to ask her what she'd do.

Remus was torn between his desire to protect Harry, and to prevent him from taking yet this other burden on him, and the knowledge that it was vital that he did. The decision was actually taken long ago. It will be worse in the long run if he pulls back now. The least I can do is to make it easier for him to accept it.

Remus nodded slowly and smiled an encouragement. Harry took it in and turned to his closest friends. Ginny, Hermione, Luna, Neville and Ron came and sat closer to him. It was plain that they would follow him no matter what. He held Hermione's eyes, and the trust he found in them strengthened his resolve.

He made his decision, turned toward the group. They were all looking at him, he could even spot Dobby and Winky huddled together at the back of the room. Suddenly he knew what he had to say. He knew that he wasn't capable of finding more logical arguments to convince them, and he wasn't going to try. He was going to speak from his heart.

He started to speak, softly at first and then more and more decisively. He reviewed briefly the events of his last confrontations with Voldemort, in the graveyard with Cedric's death and then the battle at the Ministry. He didn't dwell on the goriest details and strangely, he found that it wasn't as painful as he feared to recount these ordeals. Actually he wasn't really talking about himself but about the new realities of their world in general.

"These are only the first steps in a fight which goes beyond me and you. But we are part of it nonetheless whether we want to or not. In this war one can hide and hope to be passed by - this is the cowardly way which many will take hoping others will save them. Alternatively one can prepare to defend and fight - this was the DA's goal up till now. It is necessary but not sufficient."

It was much easier to speak to them tonight than it had been at lunch. He could see that he had a captivated audience and it was thrilling.

He told them of the prophecy.

"Even if I can hope to train myself to fight and vanquish Voldemort, and I believe I stand a chance." he flashed his devil-may-dare smile, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Tonks raise her fist in tribute. Parvati almost clapped her hands.

He raised his voice slightly.

"Even if I can do that, and become an Auror, I don't want to spend the rest of my life killing Dark Wizards until one of them kills me."

He raised his voice again.

"I want to dedicate my life to doing something more positive than that. I will fight Voldemort but I will also fight against the causes which produce the like of him. I want to fight against the fear and ignorance and hatred which help him. I want to keep these away as long as possible, like the Founders of Hogwarts did."

This time there were several cheers and he felt that they were really listening to him. He continued with more assurance.

"And more than all of that I don't want to do it alone. I wouldn't be able to anyway but I know how much better it will be if there are many of doing it together."

More cheers. He continued in a normal voice.

"Now you asked why it is for us, students, to act in these matters, and I will tell you why."

He paused and they were all hanging to his words. The silence was almost frightening.

"Where were the adults when most of this happened? What was the ministry doing? I'll tell you what it was doing. It was blocking our efforts by appointing that horrible woman, and trying to hide the evidence."

"Some adults helped us." He gestured to Remus and Tonks. "But they had to fight them to do it."

"Some will say that the Ministry has changed and seen the light. I don't care because I'm not ready trust someone like Fudge again."

They cheered again.

"But there is another reason for us to play a role. Sure, we are students and we are young, but that's just it. We're still learning and able to learn. We can take a new look at things. In the matter of changing mentalities, about the relations between Houses, and between muggles-borns and pure bloods, we can set an example. It is actually easier for us to work this out than for the adults. Because we have less at stake than them, and we can shake out the prejudices."

He looked at Dean.

"All of us have had issues with the Slytherin, and we even hate some of them. But we have to live together for at least two more years, and we're all older and more mature. I say that we make the effort and give them a chance. If none of them will take it then it will be too bad, but I want to be able to say that we tried and gave them a fair deal."

"If they take that chance then together we will have the strength. We will be stronger than the Death Eaters, and maybe even Voldemort."

He paused again and smiled at them, with all his sincerity.

"So, my friends, tonight I'm inviting you join me in this mission. It will not be an easy thing. This is only the beginning and, just as tonight we're having a pleasant evening together, other times will come when a terrible price will have to be paid."

His face became grim and resolute.

"There will be fights during which we will help each other, but despite this some of us will suffer and even die. There will be setbacks and we will lose battles and friends and we will be crying in pain."

He paused again to let them imagine those scenes.

"And when that happens we will comfort each other and I will cry and suffer with you, just as I cried and suffered when Cedric and Sirius died."

He felt tears running down his face but he continued.

"But it will be worthwhile because we'll have chosen, together, to work toward such a worthy goal. And in the end we will succeed because we will never give up."

He had to pause to catch his voice.

"I'm confident that at the very least we'll defeat Voldemort."

"But if we succeed in this greater challenge then we will live knowing what a tremendous thing we will have done. Wizards will remember us like they remember the Hogwarts Founders and, most importantly, we will know, each and everyone of us, how it happened and what part we played."

"And we will be proud."

Harry stopped talking. He was drained of nervous energy. He looked at them hoping that they'd understood at least part of what he had tried to say.

They looked back and he saw that all of them had been deeply moved by his speech. There where no smirks or expressions of doubts among them, and tears of emotion showed on several faces.

Dean was the first to react. He looked around and saw how they were all mesmerized. He wasn't totally convinced of their chance of success, but he wanted to be part of what had been proposed.

He stood up and went to Harry and clasped his arm.

"Okay Harry, I'm on and I think that all of Gryffindor will follow you. You tell us what to do and we'll do it."

Ernie Macmillan came too.

"I can't speak for all of Hufflepuff but I'd be surprised if we wouldn't go along as well."

Terry Boot joined them.

"We'll discuss this at Ravenclaw but I'm convinced myself, and I will plead your case."

The rest of them stood up, and they started to cheer and slap each other and Harry on the back.

Harry was overwhelmed and struggled to find his voice

"Thanks..." was all he could muster. Hermione embraced him fiercely, and he held her close.

It took a moment for the pent up tension to drain away. Drinks were passed around and they gradually returned to normal. The euphoria remained however and they were all looking at each other in a different way. More than ever they felt that they belonged to a special group, sharing something which was bigger than themselves.

They couldn't know that in a distant room, five figures had also witnessed Harry's speech with as much emotion as them.

In his office Dumbledore, and the four Heads of House, were looking at the group of students through a simmering mirror floating in the air. The Headmaster's smile was radiant as he waved his wand and drinks and snacks materialized. He took a glass and raised it in toast.

"My dear friends. Let me simply say that what I have heard and seen here is something I will cherish to the end of my life."

McGonagall was filled with a tremendous pride that her Gryffindors were taking the initiative in this. She looked at Snape who seemed torn between elation and shame that none of his House was present.

But they will be. It is plainly now my task to guide them in this. Merlin knows it will not be easy.

He felt Dumbledore's gaze on him and looked up to the old wizard.

"That time will come Severus," he said gently guessing the other's thoughts. "The next time they meet I know that some of your students will be with them."

"Sir, is this also of your doing?" asked Professor Flitwick.

"I have followed the activities of the DA, and of Harry and his friends but I do not command them," replied Dumbledore. "As Hermione said, it is something which can only come from themselves. We will help of course but they, and the rest of the students, are the key elements, because they are the next generation and if they go through with this then the rest of the wizard world will have to follow."

"Do you think they have a chance?"

"It will be difficult, it will take time, and there will sacrifices, but I do not doubt that they will succeed," said the Headmaster simply.

They digested that. If the greatest wizard in the world, the man who was their god, believed then how could they doubt?

At Grimauld Place the mood gradually returned to the previous partying atmosphere. If anything the students felt more energetic and dynamic than before.

Fred and Georges made good on their promise and brought out an enormous rocket which was set up in the garden. When they lit the fuse most of them were more than a little anxious, but it only produced a tremendous firework, forming a gigantic phoenix bird which flew around them.

Music was played and some couples resumed dancing. Ron found himself standing next to Luna. He noticed that she was looking at him in her calm soothing manner.

"Er... do you want to dance?" he asked awkwardly. Merlin! What an idea. Now all I need to do is crush her toes or ridicule myself.

Luna smiled at him.

"I didn't know you liked dancing."

"Well I'm not all that good at it but I expect you'd like to, and I want to... I mean Id' like us to have fun together." he said lamely.

"Would you like to dance outside, away from the crowd?" she asked gently.

He nodded and she extended her hand. He took it gingerly and guided her to the terrace. They could still hear the music but he felt much more at ease, and holding her hand was very pleasant.

They started a slow waltz, she leading and him following as best as he could. Gradually gaining confidence. It felt wonderful to hold her like this. For the first time in his life he paid attention to a girl's perfume and make up. Now I know why they do it. Funny how I never thought about it before.

"You're very nice," he told her, relaxing into the rhythm of the dance.

"Thank you. You're nice too."

They smiled at each other. The music paused and they slowed down gradually. Ron didn't want to say or do anything which might disturb the moment. The thing he wanted most was to kiss her but he didn't dare. She's probably just being friendly and if I try anything, she'll slap me or something.

Luna's arm came behind his head and her face approached him. He was paralyzed as he realized what was happening. Before he could react, she kissed him softly on the lips and pressed her body against his.

Ron's mind dissolved in surprise and pleasure. She released him and he looked at her with an astonished expression. Then he grinned in pure joy.

"Luna..."

"Yes Ron?"

"This is wonderful." I can't believe it. I'm bloody dreaming!

"Of course it is."

"I don't know what to say."

She cocked her head.

"So don't say anything. Just kiss me again."

He did.

Harry and Hermione looked at them from the door and exchanged a smile. Leaving their friends alone, they went back inside to join the others.

The party lasted for a long time but, one after the other, the guests left. Luna was the last to stay, and she and Ron arranged to meet in front of the Weasleys' shop in the morning. Hermione had to convince him to make it a decent hour. He was practically ready to be there at sunrise. They invited Luna to come back and stay a few days at Grimauld. There was plenty of room. She accepted with pleasure but she would have check with her father first. If he agreed then she would bring back her things tomorrow.

Ron had a dreamy look, and sported a permanent vacant grin when he and Harry went to their room. Ginny found her brother particularly stupid looking but refrained from saying anything. Actually she was concerned and upset about other things, but none of them noticed it.

When the lights were out, Harry reviewed the day's events. His reverie was interrupted by his friend.

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"What did you feel when you and Hermione first kissed?"

Harry smiled in the dark. He knew exactly how his friend felt. He remembered the magic of it.

"I felt warm and secure, and very, very happy. Is that how you feel?"

"Yes." A pause. "Does it mean I'm in love?"

"Kind of seems like it. But I guess you have to wait if it lasts." He remembered Cho, and that it hadn't.

"Still it's always a great feeling isn't it".

"Yes!"

Another pause.

"What was the difference with Cho?"

"Well Hermione is better, but Cho was the first girl I kissed so there was, well the newness of it."

"Hum."

"I think you really have to see how it goes." He thought about it a moment. "Can I offer one piece of advice?"

"Please."

"Whatever you feel, be sincere with her but be gentle. Girls can understand a lot but they can get mixed up if you don't say things."

"What things?"

"Like when you want to play Quidditch and she wants to do something else. You've got to tell her that you love her but also that you want to do other things." He chuckled. "That about covers my experience. If you want expert advice you know whom to ask."

"Hermione?"

"Right."

"I'll remember that." Ron's mind drifted to the other event of the evening.

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"Your speech was brilliant."

"Thanks. I meant every word of it. I really want to do these things."

"And I want to do them with you," Ron said feelingly.

"Thanks mate. So do I."

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