Harry Potter and the Legend of Imlach

Chapter 4 - The Visitors

A few weeks passed with little incident. They were both getting along well with the family and things seemed almost normal, at least the Dursley version of normal. Hermione had the wisdom to use the normal postage system, and wrote a very detailed letter to Ron on how to do the same thing. Uncle Vernon was a little upset with the first few letters, but when he thought about owl mail, he dealt with it.

Harry was mowing the lawn one day and happened to notice a large black dog down the street near the park. It couldn't be he thought. He quickly finished and put the lawn mower away, then walked in the house and let his wife know he was going to take a walk to the park. She smiled at him, because of course she already knew, but it was just a technicality for his aunt who seemed a little stuffy these last few days. He grabbed some food from the fridge and headed for the park.

When he got to the park he sat down in the most discrete bench he could find and waited. After a few minutes a large black dog came and sat at his feet. Harry took out the food he brought and feed it to the grateful dog. When the food was gone, the dog got up and Harry followed.

Had anyone been watching they would have seen a black dog and a young man come in one side of the alley and a black dog and a malamute leave on the other side of the alley. However, no one was watching, and Harry had to admit being telepathic did have advantages. Harry felt a guilty about being an unregistered Animagi, but he was starting to wonder if there were more unregistered Animagi than registered ones. They were just about out of town when a wild cat with blue eyes joined them. They were an odd trio, but no one seemed to notice them as they made their way out of town. The black dog finally left the main road and they entered an old run down barn.

Harry and Sirius turned back into their human form and sat down on some old hay bales. The cat jumped up and took a place in Harry's lap.

"Why didn't she change? I want to meet her," Sirius asked.

"Uh," Harry thought for moment and laughed. "She says in a few minutes, she rather likes being a cat and has not had the chance to be one for centuries. She is enjoying the moment."

Sirius laughed.

"She can trade places with me. I spend so much time as a dog, I am starting to try and scratch myself with my leg when I am human."

Just then Moira darted off after a mouse.

"Doesn't get out much?" Sirius commented.

"No, I guess not. So what brings this visit on?"

Harry was getting into the report Sirius was giving him on tracking all of the movements of the dark magic side of things when he stopped short. Sirius was starring over his shoulder at what he was sure was his wife, now in her human form. Harry turned around, laughed and stood up. He walked over to his wife who held out her hands. Harry looked inside to find one terrified mouse trying to find some way out. He laughed and started to pull pieces of straw out of her hair. He was getting no where, so he pulled out his wand and did it magically. He turned to present her to Sirius.

"Sirius this is my wife, Moira Imlach"

"A pleasure to meet to you."

Sirius stepped forward to take her hand and in so doing the mouse got away. Moira looked a little disappointed; she had worked hard to catch that mouse. Sirius was trying hard not to laugh and Harry could hold it no longer. When she realized how pathetic she must have looked she started to laugh too.

Sirius felt like a spell had been cast on him when her laughter reached Sirius' ears. He fought to stay conscious, but it was a losing battle, he was beginning to fall. Harry caught him and helped him to a bale of hay. In a few minutes he was fine.

"What happened, Harry?"

"She laughed at loud."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Her voice just has that effect on magical people, thank goodness not on muggles though or this summer would unbearable. She never stops talking at home. I think it is because she can talk without having to worry about hurting anyone, besides the fact that it is helping her English considerably."

Harry smiled at his wife who was feeling a little down at the moment.

"But, Harry, you are a wizard."

"Yeah, well it has a different affect on me. It's kind of like getting an extra boost of energy or something. I love it, but we have a pretty good system worked out so that she can function at school, it should work well this year, now that her speaking is better."

"What?"

"Well, she just puts the thoughts she wants to speak into the person's head and moves her lips as if she were talking. Unless they pay close attention they do not notice the difference."

"Excuse me, puts thoughts in their heads."

"Oh, yeah, you don't know we are telepathic do you."

"We? Telepathic? Explain?"

Sirius was wide awake now as Harry explained all the details and told the story one more time. Harry thought it still sounded good, and could not believe it was actually his life sometimes.

"Okay now you know what has been going on in my life, back to yours."

"Whoa, hold on a minute here."

Sirius stood up and walked over to Moira.

"Moira, correct?"

She nodded and stood as Sirius took her hand.

"I am Sirius Black, Harry's Godfather. It is my sincere pleasure to meet you and to know that you have filled a void in Harry's life that has needed filling for a long time. I could not be happier for the both of you."

Harry was taken back by the sincerity of his words and stood along side his wife. Sirius looked at Harry.

"You are one lucky man Harry. You should have told me sooner."

"I know I'm lucky, you don't have to tell me that. Sorry about not telling you sooner too, but we had to work things out before telling everyone."

Soon the evening was approaching and as much as Harry wanted to stay and hear every little detail, they knew they needed to get back. Besides he had all of the update that was needed. Sirius told him he would visit one more time before the summer was over. He turned back into the large black dog and was gone. Harry followed his lead and turned back into a malamute and he looked back as a sassy wild cat trotted passed him and out through the door, he followed.

When they arrived at the park next to the house they found a hidden place and turned back. The walked hand in hand up to the house and then Harry froze. In the driveway Aunt Marge was getting out of the car. The last time Harry had seen her, he had unintentionally made her swell to many times her already swollen size. Moira pulled him across the street and around back while Aunt Petunia greeted her at the door. Harry caught his Uncle Vernon's eyes as they went past. They had that don't you dare do anything abnormal look in them.

Harry was sitting at the kitchen table eating leftovers when Aunt Marge walked in.

"Well, I see you are still not behind bars."

Moira brought a glass of water over to the table and Harry took it and played with it in his hands.

"Who are you?"

Harry started to wonder if this was the Dursley's way of paying him back for what he did to them.

"My name is Moira Potter, Aunt Marge it is a pleasure to meet you."

Moira extended her hand and Aunt Marge was not sure what to say for the moment.

"Potter, hey, so how are you related to that delinquent."

"Harry is not a delinquent," Harry liked the way she said that with such conviction and Aunt Marge was taken back by it too, "and Harry is my husband."

"Your what!"

Aunt Marge stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room. The conversation going on in the next room was rather loud, but Harry was on his way upstairs. He saw Aunt Marge's bags by the front door and picked them up and put them in Dudley's second bedroom where Aunt Marge was sure to stay. Then he went to his room. He felt a little guilty for leaving his wife downstairs to handle things, but knew she would handle things many times better than him. All wanted now was sleep.

Aunt Marge came back into the kitchen to find Harry gone and Moira cleaning the small mess they had made. Aunt Petunia was right behind her trying to calm her down.

"Where is he?" She demanded.

"Harry took your things up to your room, and went to lie down. He was tired."

Moira spoke softly and calmly as she put some water on for tea. She then turned to face Aunt Marge.

"I am making some tea, would you like some?"

She could tell Aunt Marge wanted to yell some more, but she said yes and went to take her place at the table. Maybe her voice did have a calming affect on muggles. She prepared the try and sat it in the middle of the table and poured everyone a cup. All of the Dursleys had joined them; obviously not wanting to miss the integration they were expecting Aunt Marge to give Moira. Moira decided to be the first one to speak and went on to tell a few thing from her childhood, and then talked a little of Harry and their relationship. She did not want to flat out lie to them, so she elaborated on the things she could tell them. When she finished, every one was done with their tea, so Moira collected all of the cups and washed them.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Aunt Marge. If you will excuse me I think I will go see if Harry needs anything."

Once she left the kitchen Aunt Marge finally spoke again.

"How on earth did Harry end up with a woman like that?"

Moira didn't need to hear the Dursley's response to the question. She knew exactly why and how she ended up with Harry, and with that she went up to join her husband.

Harry was sleeping and Moira gently nudged him awake. He looked into her eyes and she saw relief wash across his face. He was amazed at how she could smooth things over. He loved her so much and she made his life so much better. He took her in his arms and kissed her in an effort to not only express his gratitude, but also his love and his need for her. She understood and made every effort to tell him, it was the same from her side.

Harry woke up sometime latter, for minute he just listened. He could hear a few snores and new the house was asleep, and he was hungry. He had not had much of a dinner so he carefully went down stairs to remedy the problem. He made himself a sandwich and turned to go back upstairs and about dropped his food. Standing in the doorway was Aunt Marge. Shock turned to panic when he remembered he was only half dressed. Not that he cared that he did not have a shirt on, but he was sure his Aunt Marge would.

"Make me one of those and then sit down at the table I want to talk to you."

Harry handed his sandwich to her and went back to the fridge to make himself a new one. By the time he sat down to eat his, she was done.

"Well, that is some young women you have there. I don't approve of how you went behind you uncle and aunts back and got married, but she is a good women."

"I know she is."

"Now you listen up boy, you better straighten up and take care of her. You shouldn't be a burden on you aunt and uncle for the rest of your life."

"I have no intention of doing that Aunt Marge."

"Well, then why are you here! You should be in you own home."

Harry could tell his aunt was starting to get annoyed. He took a deep breath and ran his hands through his hair.

"We talked about all of the places we could go this summer and we felt this was the best place for us."

"You mean you could have done somewhere else?"

Harry was pleased with the shock that crossed her face.

"Yes. It was both of our choice to come here, and we are trying to make it as easy for the Dursleys as possible. It is not our intention to be a burden to anyone."

With that said Harry felt much better, but he knew the questions and answers were not over.

"You still have a year of school left don't you? Are you going back?"

"Yes, we both still have a year left. We have already made arrangements with the headmaster of the school."

Aunt Marge seemed pleased with that answer.

"Good, you need a decent education to make it in this world. Maybe that school has knocked some sense into you."

Harry laughed a little.

"Yeah, maybe it has."

Harry got up and took the plates to the sink, washed them and put them away. He turned to find Aunt Marge standing at the hall door. Once again he became very self conscious that he did not have a shirt on. She looked him up and down, he did not even what to try and read her mind when she seemed pleased with what she saw.

"Maybe there is some hope for you after all Harry. One thing is for sure, this woman sure thinks highly of you."

"I think highly of her too Aunt Marge."

"You will have my wrath to deal with if you do not treat her right Harry Potter."

"If I do not, you have my permission to come at me with all that wrath Aunt Marge."

Aunt Marge seemed very pleased with the answer and headed up the stairs. Harry followed his Aunt up the stairs and they said good night. Harry gently closed the door behind me and looked at his wife. The moon light made her look even more beautiful and Harry did not know how long he was looking at her before he realized she was looking back at him.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

Harry was taken back as his wife walked around the bed and ran her hand across his chest. Now he was very glad he didn't have a shirt on. He laughed a little and was amazed at the power which filled them both as they made love. Harry wasn't tired and so he just keep teasing his wife as she tried to pretend she was not noticing and loving very moment of it. It seemed like the perfect moment. Then a searing pain gripped Harry's forehead. It was the first time in their married life she had every experienced the link between her husband and Voldemort, the affect it had on her was not what she expected. When it happened she could not only read Harry's mind she could also see into Voldemort's. Once the pain was gone and Harry was asleep she got up and wrote a letter to Mr. Weasley. She hoped it would get to him in time. Hedwig was excited for the opportunity and she tried to make the owl understand the urgency.

Harry was still sleeping when Moira woke up. She went to the window and looked out. She just hopped they had made it in time. This put a whole new light on things and brought the inevitable a bit closer. She looked over at Harry and hoped the future was as peaceful as he looked sleeping at the current moment.

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Aunt Marge only stayed a few days, and Harry was happy that the summer was passing quickly. He felt a need to get back to Hogwarts and feel like he was in the loop of things. They had received a return letter telling them that their message was a life saver, and the ministry would do all they can to prevent Voldemort's forces from growing. They had only a few weeks until their trip to the Burrow, and they were both hoping, wishing it would just get here.

Uncle Vernon was late at work and had taken Dudley with him as normal. He seemed to think Dudley was actually enjoying learning the business. Harry thought Dudley was having a horrible summer. Aunt Petunia was out shopping, so Harry and Moira were enjoying a quite dinner together when with a pop Mr. Weasley appeared in the kitchen.

"Sorry, to drop in like this, but we need your help with a few things. Can we push your visit to the Borrow up a bit? Sirius and Dumbledore are waiting there."

Harry went up to back their things and was back down in minutes. The cats followed in him, refusing to get in their cage. Moira scribbled a note to the Dursleys thanking them for a wonderful summer and hoping to see then again some time. Mr. Weasley made quick work of their stuff.

"Now, I can take you one at a time with me seeing as you don't know yet how to approbate."

"No need Mr. Weasley, Moira knows how and she can take me."

With that the cats jumped on Moira's shoulders and Harry stepped up to take her in his arms. In a pop they were gone. Mr. Weasley smiled and followed.

In a minute they were all sitting at the kitchen table of the Burrow. The large house seemed a little empty with most of the children gone now. Dumbledore and Sirius were happy to see the Potters and in a minute they were down to business.

The situation was worse than Harry had hoped. Their message that Voldemort was attacking Azkaban came just in time for them to get reinforcements there before the attack. Voldemort and his forces only succeeded in freeing a few of his faithful followers. They did not want to imagine how much worse the situation could be if all of them had been freed. Harry was only happy the prison was now guarded by magic and wizards. It was common knowledge the Dementors were now on the other side of the battle. Harry hated to think what the possibilities where if Voldemort decided to do something drastic.

The group sat and talked until late into the night catching the two up on all of the things they were doing to try and keep track of Voldemort and his movements.

"The bottom line is," Mr. Weasley said, "even with all of the stuff we are doing we had no idea Voldemort was going to attack Azkaban. That is what we wanted to ask you two. How did you know?"

Harry and Moira looked at each other and Harry turned back to the group. He ran his fingers over his scare.

"We were lying in bed and my scar started hurting, I was concentrating on the pain and what I was seeing, but Moira realized when she went to talk with me she was not just reading my mind, but Voldemort's too. She realized what he was going to do and wrote to you. The whole thing only lasted a minute."

The three men were looking at each other in awe. This was obviously not the explanation they were expecting. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Dumbledore roses to his feet.

"Well, it is late and we need to think things over for a bit. I guess we can meet again tomorrow. Let's go to bed for now."

"Harry and Moira you take Percy's old room. I am sure Ron will be excited to see you in the morning," Mr. Weasley said as he looked into the fire.

Harry had half a mind to go in and wake Ron up, he was just as excited to see him, but he was tired and he did not like the expression on the faces of the three men he trusted most. Besides, he had not heard much from Ron all summer, just surface information. He was sure Ron was still upset with him. So he led his wife upstairs to Percy's old room, and they went to bed.

Moira waited until Harry was asleep and then went down stairs again. She could hear the three men still talking, and so she just walked into the room. There was something more she needed to get off of her chest. The men stood to meet her.

"I think you'd best stay seated." She put the thoughts in their head and Sirius reaction was instant. He knew what she was talking about. Mr. Weasley followed suit, and Dumbledore sat with a bit of laughter.

"I came down to tell you a few more things I think will help. Harry has been the happiest I think he as ever been this summer, I hope I have had a lot to with that, but since that night both of us have come to know we will never be able to get on with our lives until Voldemort is out of the picture. I want to get it over with as soon as possible, but Harry is having more problems with it. I have proposed a couple of things I think would help, but he frankly doesn't want to think about it. Being telepathic has it advantages and disadvantages. I completely understand and feel how he feels about it, yet at the same time he knows exactly how I feel. The long and short of it is, I think with some work we can establish that link with Voldemort again and maybe find out some helpful information. Harry would like to just wait and let it happen on its own. I think he doubts his abilities and I need a chance to show him what he is capable of doing. He grew up in place where people who were supposed to love him treated him like he was worthless. Well, I grew up in a mountain, surround by those who loved me and prepared me for what I was to accomplish in my life. Now Hogwarts and all of you have done a great job in helping him come along way these last six year, but that fact still remains that he does not realize who he is and what he can do."

"And who is he exactly?" Sirius asked.

"I could tell you, but it is not something easy to put into words, I would rather show you all if you would consent. I am not sure you will understand completely, I'm not sure I even know, but I have an idea and I have felt his power. Will you let me show you what I mean?"

The three men looked at each other and Mr. Weasley stood.

"I think I would like to understand."

The three men were soon standing together.

"Well, like I said you'd better all sit down."

Moira had all three of them set on the sofa. She sat Dumbledore in the middle and then she looked at them.

"Alright I have never done this before, so I need to warn you about a few things."

Mr. Weasley and Sirius exchanged worried looks, but Dumbledore just sat there.

"First off you have to understand, magic comes from within, not from wands or spell or anything of that sort."

With an upward motion of her hand all three of the men's wands flew into her hand. The men were starting to get a bit uncomfortable so she quickly continued.

"These things help us focus our energies and augment our natural abilities. Wands were just beginning to take hold when I went to sleep hundreds and hundreds of years ago. I guess the thing I am trying to say is...well like I said I can't but it in words. What I want to show are battles. These are things I witnessed or was shown, and I want to see how the witches and wizards are fighting and most importantly watch what they are using to fight."

With that she sat the wands down on the table and knelt down in front of Dumbledore.

"Okay I need to touch all three of you Dumbledore please put your hands on my shoulders."

She held a hand to each of the other men and they took it. With that she closed her eyes and concentrated. She tried to show then some of the worst battles she had witnessed when darkness had raged in her time. When she had showed them all she thought they needed to see, she asked them a question.

"Do you what to know what it feels like?"

"Yes." The three men said in unison.

"You will all pass you when you have taken all you can, but no harm will come to you."

They all still agreed. She played a battle her mother and father had fought in, which they had shared with her. This allowed her to share the feeling and internal power it took to fight not only with the wand, but also with magic that comes deep from within. When she realized all three men had passed out, she stopped. She sat back and waited. Dumbledore was the first one to regain consciousness. He simply looked at her.

"That was amazing, I have never seen, or felt anything quite like that before."

"That is my life," she said in his mind.

He looked at the men on either side of him.

"I will see to them, you go up and get some rest."

She stood.

"Moira"

She turned to face Dumbledore again and nodded.

"Can Harry deal with or withstand these kinds of things?"

"Dumbledore that is what I am trying to explain. There is nothing I can do that can made Harry pass out. My voice makes all have ever heard it, except my family, black out almost instantly, it is like power to him, he feeds off of it. He is the only one I have ever been able to be myself, unrestrained in anyway. He knows, technically and logically, he had to be more powerful then me to wake me up, but he doesn't possible understand how. I want to take him back to the mountain. There are things I think I can show him there to help him understand. I also need to figure out how to do something so we can attempt to contact Voldemort from this end. Do you think we can spend a week or so there before school starts?"

"Yes, I think that can be arranged."

"Thank you."

"I will to these two sleeping beauties."

Moira smiled and went up to bed.

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Harry woke up late the next morning and was startled by the fact that his wife was not there. He thought for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief. She was out chasing garden gnomes. He went down stairs and saw Ron eating at the table and ran down and stopped right behind him.

"Harry!!"

Ron bolted up and they gave each other a manly hug. Then Ron stepped back and looked at Harry.

"You should have told me," Ron said still looking hurt.

"I'm sorry Ron, really I am, but it was hard for me."

Ron looked confused so Harry continued.

"Try and think what it would be like to be married all of a sudden. It was right, but it was weird. We had to figure out how to be us, before I could just go telling you about it."

"I might have been able to help," Ron said as he sat down at the table.

Harry sat down beside him.

"Maybe, but please understand. I did not keep this a secret to hurt you. As soon as we thought it wise we told you."

"Is that it, is it going to be 'we' from now on."

Harry shrugged.

"At times yes, I am still me though."

"Where's your wife?" Ron looked a little concerned.

"Oh, don't worry she is out chasing garden gnomes and having a ball."

"What?" both Ron and Mrs. Weasley said in unison.

Harry laughed. Mrs. Weasley was cooking eggs and nearly dropped one.

"You will see in a minute she is on her way back in."

Just then a wild cat came through the open kitchen door and sat down next to Harry. Ron just sat back and shook his head. Mrs. Weasley was the first to speak.

"Well, you two are just full of surprises aren't you? Next thing you know Harry is going to be telling me he is an unregistered Animagi too."

Ron and Harry exchanged glances. Harry was an unregistered Animagi, but so were Ron and Hermione. They just let is pass. Harry was a little concerned when the cat curled up beside him and went to sleep. He figured she was tired from all the chasing, but he could not help but feel something was wrong and she just was not ready to face him yet. Dumbledore soon joined them.

"Mr. Weasley and Sirius had a late night. I am sure they will be joining us in a few hours. Harry could you take a walk with me please?"

Harry took a look at Ron, who shrugged his shoulders. He got up gently so as not to disturb his wife and followed Dumbledore. They walked for quite a while before Dumbledore spoke.

"You have had to grow up too quickly Harry. You've never had a chance to be a kid who didn't have to worry about the problems of the whole world. You've fought more battles then most wizards living and have lived though a handful of battles with Voldemort himself. At your young age you have accomplished more than most people will in a life time."

Harry just kept walking not knowing where they were going or what the point of this thing was.

"Your wife came down to talk to us after you went to sleep."

"Is that why she wouldn't let me look her in the eye this morning?"

"That would be my guess." Dumbledore spoke as he walked across a field a field and continued. "She wants to take you back to the mountain."

"Why, I woke her up, is that not what you sent me there to do?"

"Harry, I said there where many things you can learn there. Like I said, I never expected you to wake her up on your first visit. You went straight to the last lesson, so to speak. There are still many things to learn there which will open the eyes of your understanding."

"What if I don't want to go? What if I want to stay her and goof around with Ron, go and visit his brothers at their joke shop and chase my wife around as she tries to catch those stupid garden gnomes? What if I want to have a normal life?"

"Huh, Harry that does sound delightful, and I am sure that you would enjoy all of that for a time, but what is normal to one person in not necessarily normal to another.... Harry, I have a theory I would like to try out. Could I have your wand please?"

Harry gave Dumbledore his wand, knowing that Moira had told more than once he did not really need it. Dumbledore took out his wand and placed both of them by the rock he had stopped by.

"Harry, see the stick on the ground call it to you."

Harry still had both of his hands in his pockets. He was mad, very mad and getting madder by the second. He wanted to know just what his wife had told them. He had trusted Moira with everything and in his heart he knew she had not betrayed his trust, but she had told them things he was sure he would not like. He did not want to make that stick go anywhere let alone humor Dumbledore. Dumbledore knew Harry was not happy and wondered what was going on in his head.

"Harry I am not your wife. If you want me know how you are feeling you are going to have to tell me."

"I don't want to even try," Harry said looking at the ground.

"Why? Do you think you can't do it?"

"No, just the opposite, I know I can do it."

Dumbledore paused to think, that was not the answer he was expecting.

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No." Harry refused to take his eyes off of the ground.

"Then how do you know you can do it."

"The first magic I ever did just happened. I didn't even know I was a wizard. When Moira told me it possible I did not doubt it."

"Well, I've never done it before and I want to try so you sit there and give me pointers."

Harry tried not to laugh as he sat there and watched Dumbledore try to move a stick. Harry was sure Dumbledore was trying to make him laugh and cheer him up; Harry had to admit it was working. He was also certain Dumbledore could do it. He could remember many things Dumbledore had done over the years without a wand.

"So are you going to give me any pointers?"

"Like I said, I've never tried."

Dumbledore walked over to him.

"Well then why don't you see if you can do any better?"

Harry stood up and closed his eyes. When he opened them he looked at the stick, and it flew into his hand. Harry closed his hand over the stick. Dumbledore saw the anger rising in his face and was about to say something when the stick blew up into a thousand pieces. Harry turned around and ran. He did not even care that he had no idea where he was running to. Dumbledore breathed a sigh and picked up the two wands on the rock and looked at them. He pondered if they really were necessary. He placed them in his robe and started back to the house.

Everyone turned when Dumbledore entered the house. Moira had a concerned look on her face knowing Harry was not with him.

"Your husband went to go blow off some steam. If he doesn't come back on his own in a little while we will go get him, but I have hope he will."

Harry was not sure how long he ran. When he thought his lungs would explode, he collapsed on the ground. Part of him wanted to scream part of him wanted to cry. The only thing that kept crossing him mind was why him? How come it could not be someone else? Why did his life have to be the one? Harry sat there for a long time and then he looked down at his hands. Just what could he do? He was not sure he wanted to find out, but part of him wanted to know. When Harry was done he sat back down. He had tried everything he could think of and he had done it all. He had move a full grown tree, change a rock into a piece of wood, rerouted a little stream and many other things. All on his first try, with what seemed like little effort and no wand. He wondered where the end was, was there a limit to what he could do? He knew he should go back to the Burrow; they would be worrying about him.

Harry looked around and knew he was lost. He had no idea which way was even north. So putting in all on the line he closed his eyes and thought of the living room of the Burrow and simple willed himself to be there. When he opened his eyes everyone was looking at him.

"And who said it was hard to Apparate."

Harry tried to smile, but he could tell his joke was not found funny. He went upstairs to his room. Moira looked over at Dumbledore, and then got up and followed him.

"When I went to get them from his aunt's house he could not do that. No one learns to Apparate in one day." Mr. Weasley was obviously shocked.

"My guess is that he had just never tried." Dumbledore simply stated it and patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder.

"Ron, finish getting the table ready for dinner." Ron got up to do as his mother asked.

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Moira closed the door gently behind her. Harry was standing at the window.

"If we are going to do this we are going to this, we are going to it right. No half attempts and no letting anything get in the way."

Harry didn't even turn around when he said it. Moira sat down on the bed not sure what to do. He had never blocked her out like this and for the first time in her life she had no idea how Harry felt, and it made her nervous. Harry walked over to Moira and knelt down in front of her. She was looking down at the floor and Harry slowly lifted her chin to look him. There eyes meet and he took her in his arms to fully be able to communicate all that he had felt and why. He understood why and what she had told the other men and all was settled within a few minutes.

They talked for a while and made a schedule for the next three weeks before school started. They would spend the next two weeks at the mountain. In that two weeks Harry and Moira wanted to learn how they could establish a link to Voldemort. They also wanted to push there power and see if there was a limit to what they could do. Then they would spend the last week here with the Weasley's in an attempt to have some sort of normality in life. They walked down stairs hand in hand with a new termination.

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Draco was lying on his dark green bedspread, arms behind his full head of blond hair, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and sighed. The summer was quickly passing and in many ways that was both good and bad.

Staring at the insides of his eyelids, the memories of the past few weeks came flooding back to him rapidly. Since their first date, Draco and Sabine had been on a handful of more dates. A small smile flicked across his face as he remembered each one. All of their dates had been fairly successful, but there were also rough patches too. She could be so stubborn! He thought and his smile got a little bigger. She definitely knew what she wanted and usually would get it. That is to say, she had usually gotten what ever she wanted until she met Draco. He loved nothing more than to make her mad by not giving her what she wanted.

He sighed again and the smile disappeared from his face. They were going to get married, and that was all that there was to it. Whether they liked it or not, there was no way around that. Now it was up to them to decide what kind of marriage that they would make for themselves. He knew for sure that he didn't want a marriage like his parents, where they would pose together for parties and social events, but the minute they were alone in the manor, would retreat to their separate suites. Sometimes they went days without talking to each other. Since he knew he would be tied to Sabine for a long time, he was trying his hardest to at least be civil with her.

Then again, being tied to her wouldn't be so bad after all! The smile on his face returned as he thought for a minute, but he shook his head quickly, trying to rid his mind of the images his imagination was playing before him.

He sat up and got off his bed, crossed the room to his desk and opened the top center drawer. He removed a small cedar box and opened it with his wand. Inside were the things important to him he had collected during his life. He removed two small pictures and then closed the box again. He looked at the first photograph. A young man and young woman stared back at him from the photo, with very awkward smiles on their faces. On their first date, while at the theater, they had their picture taken. Draco studied the picture. It was definitely apparent they were both uncomfortable, but were trying to make it look like they were not. I thought I was better at hiding it than that! He thought to himself, but apparently not. He looked at Sabine and the familiar small smile crossed his face. She was so beautiful that night. He put the picture down and picked up the next.

They went on a picnic one summer afternoon and he asked a passerby to take their photo. The couple was sitting on a blanket under a weeping willow next to a small pond. This photo was very different from the first. They waved at the photographer and both had smiles on their faces. He closed his eyes, and it was like he was almost there. She had thrown a grape at him for not bringing the right jam and he tackled her and tickled her till she was laughing hysterically. Then they asked the gentleman walking by to take their picture. That was a good day. I just hope there are more to come. He opened the little cedar box and replaced the photos, locked the box with his wand and put it back in the drawer of his desk.

Sabine, she was so like him in so many ways, but so different as well. She was very demanding, but could be generous as well, usually only if there was something for her to gain. She was manipulative in a hidden way and usually got people to do what she wanted by making them think it was their idea in the first place. She was scheming and devious. She was insulting in a charming way; he liked that about her. However, she had a wicked temper which usually came out in revenge instead of screaming outbursts. She was also snobbish and could be cold as ice.

School would start in a few weeks and with the schedule his mother had for him there would be no time for him to see Sabine again until they were back at Hogwarts. The last thing he wanted to think about right now though was to think about another year at school. He walked towards the door to his room, grabbed his broom and headed outside. Nothing cleared his head better than a good ride.