Moving Forward - A Powerful HP Fic

The days passed with relative ease as Harry and his women devoted themselves to properly train for the trials and tribulations they were sure to face in the near future and beyond. It helped that there were so many accomplished witches and wizards already at their disposal who were only too eager to impart their hard-earned knowledge and expertise to the newer generation.

Nym was an auror, and an accomplished one at that. She quickly took charge of her cousin, Ginny, Hermione, the Weasley twins, and even Ron, teaching them numerous combat spells to bring them up to the task. The latter had been a tough nut to crack. Ron wanted nothing to do with more studies and training, but when he saw that everyone else was so eagerly involved, his resolve started to crumble. It didn't take long for him to come to his senses. Even he had to admit that he had already started to improve at a pace much higher than before.

Meanwhile, Nat took charge of providing her healing expertise to everyone who wanted to learn. She was an accomplished healer, and her knowledge was blatant for all to see. Hermione had taken to it like fish to water. The brunette was always more inclined toward delicate magic which didn't require much power but needed finesse. Healing magic seemed to be her forte, as evident by the fact that she could already mend broken bones. If only she knew how to do that back in their second year…

A routine had set in already, and although Mrs. Weasley had been pretty reluctant to let children be involved in the affairs of warfare, she had been quickly shut down by the combined voices of all his women, and the Black sisters.

Narcissa had confronted the redheaded woman once when the latter had stumbled upon Nym training Ginny. The ashen-faced look she had worn when she saw her youngest casting blasting curses one after another had almost made him laugh before she had barged in the room, demanding just what was going on. She had been almost frothing at the mouth when Nym calmly explained everything to her, and was ready to drag her daughter away from all of it. Narcissa had intervened immediately, commenting how she was actively working toward ensuring her daughter remained an unprepared witch who could only wait for some Death Eaters to come for her.

Mrs. Weasley had been shocked at such an insinuation and was ready to tear the blonde a new one when Narcissa calmly explained just what could happen should she intervene and prevent her children and the others from getting the education and training they sorely needed in the current climate. The Weasley matriarch had been shocked at the inferences made, and by the end of it, even she could not deny the quality education the children were receiving. However, she was still against the notion of involving children in the matters of war.

Ginny had immediately stated with all the conviction she could muster that she wanted to be ready for whatever came for her. Staring her mother directly in the eyes, the young redhead had proclaimed for all to hear:

"This is my choice, Mum. I know you care for all of us, but you don't get to decide for us. No one had the right to take away someone's freedom of choice, and neither do you."

Mrs. Weasley had been shocked at that, and in the end, she had been left with no choice but to leave.

Harry felt for the woman, but he had to admit that she was too overbearing sometimes. Still, a part of him could relate with her. The woman had lost her twin brothers in the previous war, and one of her sons had forsaken the family to lick the toes of the ministry, much to the disgust of the entire order and the embarrassment of the family. She wanted to prevent as many people from getting involved as possible, particularly her children.

Alas, such a proposition was akin to a utopia. In this dystopian world, it could not exist.

It was better for everyone to be prepared and not need it than to remain unprepared and be able to do nothing when the time came.

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It had been a week since Cassie and the Black sisters had arrived to live with them at #12 Grimmauld Place, and the week had been filled with fun for almost all of them. Not Narcissa and Andromeda though, who had to stay content with either just watching him or the other women engage with each other, hear them going at it, or imagine what it would be like. None had taken the next step, and Harry was in no hurry. He already knew what the two women wanted. The bond between them had been strengthening over time and he could feel everything, just as he was sure they could feel how much he wanted them in return. Yet, they had not done anything.

He had been flirting with Narcissa almost all the time, but Andromeda was another matter altogether. Nym had told him how she was still somewhat hung up on her deceased husband, and Harry did not want to come too strong with her. She would have to be the one to take the first step, signifying that she was open to it. Only then would he take a step toward her.

Currently, Harry was in his bedroom with Fleur and Nym on either side of him, kissing either side of his neck as his hands squeezed their round bottoms gently, kneading the pillowy flesh while his lovely brunette betrothed serviced his manhood.

His hips lifted as the girl tightened her soft lips around the head, her tongue swirling over the tip as she kept her ass raised high in the air. His lovely Nat was kneeling behind her, eagerly tonguing her wet snatch. He pulled his hand away from Nym and threaded his fingers through her lustrous dark hair, earning him an adoring look from beneath those thick eyelashes. Harry still had trouble believing those were entirely natural and not charmed. In only a week, Nat had trained the girl in the art of pleasing their man, and Harry was immensely proud of both the women.

It was a pleasant morning and the first rays of the sun were streaming in from the open glass windows, casting the room in golden radiance and making the sweaty white skin of all his women glow. He was leaning against the headrest, and the angle was perfect for him to take in all four women in all their naked glories.

Heavenly. That was the only word he could think of to describe it all.

Cassie looked at him and giggled as she dragged her lips away from his cock and placed a featherlight kiss on the tip.

"In a lovely mood today, hmm?" He asked in amusement as she grinned at him.

"We're going to get together with my lovely girlfriends today. Of course I'm excited," Cassie replied.

It was indeed the day. Daphne Greengrass and Tracey Davis – two women who, along with Cassie, had been dreaming to be with him. The three women, as Cassie had told him, had agreed long ago to share him among themselves. Despite never meeting them properly before, Harry already held them in a different regard. These women had come to love him even before he had conducted this ritual, and that made him feel all the more honored that they had deemed him worthy enough of their affection. Probably that was the reason why he had gotten so close to Cassie already. A week ago and she had basically been a stranger, and now if anyone looked at them, one would say with absolute certainty that they had been lovers for years.

Harry believed it would be the same with Daphne and Tracey as well, and he was looking forward to when they would finally be together.

"I wonder what those two would be like," Nym giggled on his left as she rubbed her lovely tits against his body.

To his right, Fleur did the same and turned his head toward her.

"It's my turn now, right?" She asked coquettishly, and Harry chuckled.

"Move over, Cassie," Fleur instructed, and Cassie quickly obliged. Taking Fleur's previous spot, she started to kiss Harry and he felt Fleur straddle him. Within seconds he was buried inside her familiar pussy, and the lovely blonde veela was eagerly bouncing on his cock.

"That sight never gets old," Nym whispered, stroking her lower lips softly as she stared at the vision that Fleur was, impaled on his cock and fucking herself raw on it. Harry noticed and immediately buried his fingers inside her, furiously fingering his lovely metamorph and repeating it with Cassie. The two women turned over so that they were leaning back against Harry to provide him with a better angle, and Harry happily played with them.

Meanwhile, Fleur felt something prod her rosebud and turned around to see Nat smile at her.

"I did this with Nym once. Trust me, it's brilliant," she whispered, and Fleur gasped when she felt something part the walls of her rear door and slide inside.

"Merde!"

Nat chuckled and moaned as the other end of the phallus slipped deep inside her quivering snatch, and she quickly built up the momentum. Her lips planted on the veela's, and the two women started to kiss heatedly. All five lovers pleasured each other simultaneously and it didn't take long for their respective arousal to reach a crescendo. With a loud cry of ecstasy, Fleur creamed around his cock just as Nat started shivering. Nym and Cassie clutched his hand firmly, keeping his fingers buried inside them as Harry's cock shot load after load of his thick, potent seed inside his lovely veela.

Thoroughly satisfied, Nym and Cassie turned around and cuddled up to him as Fleur dropped over his front, bringing Nat with her. Harry could only lay there, panting.

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"Your virility is increasing rapidly," Nat commented as she pulled her panties up.

They were currently getting ready for the day. Even though she shared her room with Nym and Fleur, it was in name only. The three women had for all intents and purposes moved in with Harry in his room, sharing it with Cassie as well. The room and the bed was expanded magically to accommodate all of them, and they fully believed that more expansion was in order. Although the other room still had some of their belongings, most of what they needed was already moved over to this room which all of them slept in.

It had been Harry's proposal, and one that had endeared him more to them than before. He had asked them to move in with him as he wanted to be with them every night. They were family, in his words, and as such, they deserved to live together.

While they knew that it was also his lust speaking, they couldn't complain. They were lustful themselves, and wanted to stay as close to him as possible. It also helped that they were as involved with each other as they were with Harry, and pleasure was never lacking.

Harry looked over at Nat and grinned, staring unabashedly at her naked breasts. The woman pulled her bra over and chuckled.

"What do you mean?" He asked in amusement.

"I am saying that no normal man can ejaculate so much in such a short period, and certainly not in such copious amounts. You filled all of us up so many times and with so much cum that we would've gotten pregnant dozens of times over had we not been on the spell," Nat replied as she walked over, taking a seat sideways on his lap and tapping his nose lovingly. "If I had to guess, you can match fifty wizards at their best, possibly more even."

Harry smirked and held her by the waist, his right hand caressing her soft belly as he looked meaningfully at her. Nat's eyes widened.

"Oh my love, that day won't be too long if we continued like this," she smiled and pecked his lips softly. Unbidden, the image of a lovely blonde-haired child with his emerald eyes materialized in her mind, and Harry smiled.

"Lovely. One day, definitely," he said softly, kissing her.

Tapping his chest twice, Nat got up and looked around at everyone. The other women had already gotten ready and were staring at them with flushed faces. Harry looked at them with a warm smile and nodded.

"You all saw that too, hmm?" He asked. The women simply nodded.

"I've been thinking something," he said softly, looking at them. "My family has been reduced to just me, and one day, I'd like it if it became a much larger one. I'd like for the Potter clan to be a proper clan once again."

Fleur came forward and leaned down, kissing him softly.

"I'm sure that day will come as well. For now though, we need to focus on the problems at hand."

Harry kissed her knuckles and nodded.

"However," Nym said mischievously as she looked at him. "Restoring the clan will need lots of babies. You know what we'd need for that, right?"

Everyone chuckled.

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"I've been thinking about something," Harry said once they were done with breakfast. All the occupants of the house were in attendance, accompanied by Alastor Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and Sirius' newest fling Hestia Jones. His dog of a godfather had not wasted a moment in charming the younger woman.

Some women did indeed want a guy older than them, it would seem.

Nym had been a vocal advocate of tempting her out of Sirius' bed, but Harry had declined. He wouldn't have minded giving the older woman a try, attractive as she was. But he had no intention of going after someone his godfather was dating.

Everyone looked at him inquisitively, wondering what he was going to say. Harry looked over at Nym and Fleur who nodded.

"We don't have someone in a position of power in the ministry, right?"

"Someone from our side? No," Arthur Weasley replied. "We could use someone like that though."

"I was thinking the same thing. And I have an idea about that," Harry replied.

"Out with it already, lad," Moody grunted impatiently, and Harry looked at the man.

"I was thinking of approaching Amelia Bones personally. Nym has vouched for her, and she believes that she will agree to support us if we prove to her that Voldemort has returned," Harry replied, ignoring the usual flinches from a few of those in attendance.

Moody rubbed his chin thoughtfully at the proposal while a few people frowned.

"How do you plan on doing it?" Kingsley asked, intrigued.

"A magical oath? Pensieve memory? Perhaps even taking Narcissa with me. Pretty sure it would add more weight if it came from the former wife of Lucius Malfoy," he replied with a shrug.

"Shouldn't we discuss this with Dumbledore first?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

Harry sighed. She was one staunch supporter of the old man, alright.

"I don't see why we should, to be honest," Sirius replied with a shrug. "It's not as if this has any risk. Amelia Bones is a woman of integrity, and I believe she must know something is wrong. There's no way a woman as smart as her believes that everything is fine, particularly considering she's the one keeping Fudge in check and must wonder why the idiot is so vehemently running a smear campaign on Dumbledore and now Harry as well."

There were glares directed at the table as his women recalled how the Daily Prophet had started printing slander against Harry as well. From calling him an attention-seeking brat to openly insinuating in implicit terms that Harry was somehow involved in the death of Cedric Diggory. If they had their way, the Daily Prophet would've already shut down and the minister and his associates' guts hanging off a pole in the middle of Diagon Alley for all to see.

However, Harry had been the one to tell them to simply ignore whatever the Prophet had been saying and to concentrate on what was truly important – getting stronger and more capable to fight their enemies.

"I agree with Sirius," Narcissa interrupted when Mrs. Weasley was going to reply. "Even Lucius was wary of Amelia Bones, calling her the only person in the ministry who he had never been able to bribe. He had alluded to it once, never again."

"What happened when he tried?" Harry asked mirthfully. Narcissa smirked.

"Let's say Fudge had to plead his case and he came out a few thousand galleons poorer," Narcissa replied with a chuckle.

"Shame he wasn't chucked off to Azkaban."

"He didn't say anything, only indicated that he would be open to it," Narcissa shrugged. "Lucius has always been slippery."

"Don't worry, auntie," Nym smirked. "Pretty sure ol' Lucy will slip soon."

There was a chorus of chuckles at that.

"So it's decided then," Harry remarked. "I'll pay a visit to Amelia Bones with Nym and Narcissa and we'll convince her that Voldemort has returned."

"See if you can also convince her to join the Order," Kingsley replied. "She was a rookie auror in the previous war, just out of Hogwarts, and never knew that the Order even existed. However, I'm sure she must know of its existence now, or at least suspect that something like this exists."

Harry nodded.

"She's climbed through the ranks rather quickly, hasn't she?" Fleur remarked curiously. "If she was barely out of Hogwarts in the previous war, she must be in her early thirties."

"She proved that she was suited to the role, and the fact that she had her niece to raise as well meant she always tried to focus more on administration and less on field work. Many aurors who were senior to her preferred her to take the administrative duties and a few even declined the promotion to be the new department head, only because they preferred the fieldwork more," Kingsley replied.

Fleur nodded.

"I wonder if she's any good with her wand," Cassie mused.

"Don't worry about that, lass," Moody replied. "She's more than good enough."

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Their chance to visit Amelia Bones came earlier than they had planned.

Harry and Nym walked out of Gringotts together, looking around at Diagon Alley from on top of the marble staircase. Harry had visited the Potter Family Vault to pick a few dozen rings that he would surely need in the future. He would be presenting Cassie with one a few hours later.

Nym was sporting her blonde look and Harry had disguised himself to look like your usual brown-haired bloke with a wiry frame. The alley looked the same as usual, with people wandering from one shop to another, going about their shopping. There was the usual noise emanating from Eeylops Owl Emporium, and kids were pressing their eyes against the glass windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies, taking in the Firebolt, starstruck.

He recognized a few students from Hogwarts, none he had talked to previously but knowing them by their faces and he was sure none would recognize him. However, he did see a few students whom he knew very well and who knew him too.

Taking Nym's hand, he walked down the stairs and toward the apothecary where they were standing, and came up behind the boy.

"Hey Nev, Susan, Hannah, don't shout or act weirdly," Harry said, and their eyes widened when they looked at him.

"Wh-Harry! Is that you?" Neville asked in a whisper. Harry nodded and looked at them.

Neville looked much different from the previous year. He had lost a considerable amount of his baby fat and was on his way to sporting a muscled frame. He was surprised to note Hannah holding his hand. He didn't know the two were so close.

Hannah was a pretty, blonde girl with cute pigtails who had always been as loyal to him as a Hufflepuff. She had staunchly supported him when almost the entire school was treating him as the Heir of Slytherin back in the second year.

However, it was the other girl who he felt the slight pull toward, and by the look in Nym's eyes, he knew she had noticed it as well. He looked at her in interest, smiling when she blushed under his gaze.

Susan Bones was regarded as one of the most beautiful witches in all of Hogwarts. She had her crimson hair tied in a ponytail and was wearing a floral white summer dress that reached her knees with two-finger thick straps holding it over her milky-white shoulders. The neckline was entirely horizontal, preventing even a hint of her cleavage but showcasing her impressive breasts in all their natural glory. Her eyes were a shade of pale blue as they stared at him.

Susan had also been loyal to him since the beginning. She had even told him that she didn't believe he was the heir of Slytherin, and during the Triwizard, she was one of the very few who had believed in him. Harry had never told her but he was very grateful for her loyalty, and he wanted nothing more than to pay her back for it.

"That is a very good disguise," she commented. Harry chuckled.

"Thanks. Had no choice, considering, you know," he shrugged, before smirking, "but look at you. Those Hogwarts robes surely do injustice, don't they, Nev?"

Susan blushed prettily at his smooth compliment.

"And you look lovely as well, Hannah," Harry commented, smiling at the blonde. "I didn't know you two were…"

Neville blushed and looked at Hannah with a grin, who gave him a smile and turned to look at Harry.

"It's a rather recent development," she replied. Harry nodded.

He believed they knew he had no involvement in Cedric's death. However, he also believed he should make things clear with them anyway. The girls might not believe the lies the Prophet was insinuating toward, but they didn't know what had happened either. They must be wondering just what had transpired in the aftermath of the third task, and Harry believed they should learn the truth as well. After all, they were now the key to his meeting with Amelia Bones at such a short notice.

"Well, congratulations then," Harry replied with a genuine smile before he adopted a much more serious look. "Listen guys. I'd like to talk to you all about something. Can we go somewhere private?"

Susan frowned and looked at Hannah who leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"This has to do with what happened last year, right?"

Harry simply nodded.

"We were going back home anyway. Let's take it there," the redhead replied. Harry nodded, hoping that he would somehow be able to meet Amelia Bones there, and even if not, Susan could possibly tell her on his behalf.

A disguised Harry and Nym followed the three toward the Leaky Cauldron where they took the floo over to Bones Manor. They moment they appeared, Harry got rid of his glamor and looked around.

Harry had never visited a country manor before, and he took a moment to look at the opulence on display. The manor didn't scream wealth or tradition and was richly decorated in cream paint with gold intermixed in between. A large chandelier was hanging off the ceiling, and it was the only expensive decoration in sight. The Bones were indeed a very wealthy family, but not one to flaunt their riches.

Out of the window, he saw the vast grounds stretched far into the distance, and he realized the Bones Manor was built on a massive area of land spanning acres.

"Most of what you see around you is traditional," Susan commented as they started walking. "We owned a few vineyards around Sussex but they were all destroyed in the war."

"I'm sorry about that," Harry replied. The war had taken a lot from all of them, and just like him, Susan had also lost her entire family apart from her aunt. It must have been tough for her growing up, he realized. She was the last of her family, and it fell on her to ensure the Bones line continued beyond her. Harry couldn't help but take her in, and he had to admit that he wouldn't mind it in the slightest to be the one to help her with that.

Susan looked at him and nodded, and Harry wondered if she had seen him running his eyes over her lovely body. If she did, she didn't show any sign.

They entered through the large, exquisite doors into a wide, brilliantly lit-up living room and Harry frowned when Susan led them beyond it through another pair of wooden doors.

"Where are we going?" He asked, and the redhead glanced at him with a smile.

"To the study. You wanted to meet Aunt Amelia, right?"

Harry looked at her in surprise, and the girl chuckled.

"I know how these things work, Harry. Don't worry, I'm not mad," she replied and knocked on the door.

"Come in Susan," the voice of a woman came from inside, and Susan pushed the door open. She entered, and Amelia looked up with a smile. Her smile vanished and was replaced with a small frown when she saw none other than Harry Potter enter with Hannah, Neville, and a blonde woman she recognized as one of her aurors.

"Wotcher boss!"

Amelia sighed and put her glasses down on the table, rubbing her temples.

"Good day to you too, Auror Tonks. I'd hoped not to see you for a few weeks," she muttered and stood up, walking over from behind the desk. Harry couldn't help but look appreciatively at the voluptuous woman. She was as curvaceous as Narcissa, Andromeda, and Nat, and in the silk shirt and skirt that she must wear under the witches' robes every day that showcased her figure in all its glory, it was hard not to notice her assets. Amelia Bones was a vision indeed.

"And it is an honor to welcome you into our home, Lord Potter."

"I thank you for your hospitality, Lady Bones," Harry nodded, dropping a featherlight kiss on the woman's knuckles, who gave him a smile. "I apologize for interrupting your day."

"There is nothing to apologize," Amelia dismissed and gestured for him to take a seat. "I believe this is not some social visit?"

"You would be right, Lady Bones," Harry nodded.

"Auntie, Harry here—"

"Wants to talk to you about what happened last year," Harry finished for Susan, giving her a small smile. The redhead looked at him in surprise and Harry turned toward Amelia. "I know there are a lot of rumors flying around right now. However no one bothered to ask me anything, which I find surprising considering I was the only one who is a witness to what happened that night. A student of Hogwarts, and not just any student, but the Champion of Hogwarts and one of the brightest prospects of the past decade passed away, and yet not one investigation was opened into what caused his death. Instead, several parties with vested interests decided to use it to further their own agendas. I don't want to be a part of such inaction, and I would very much appreciate it if I could get the truth out there."

Everyone apart from Nym stared at Harry in surprise.

"Well," Amelia cleared her throat. "I'm sure we'd all very much like to hear what you have to say, Lord Potter."

"Please call me Harry," he replied with an easy smile. Amelia looked at him in surprise for a moment before giving a small nod.

"Certainly. It would only be fair if you may call me Amelia as well," she replied.

"I would prefer it if you could allow me to use your Pensieve so that I could show you the memory of what happened when Cedric and I disappeared from that maze?" Harry asked. Amelia's eyes widened.

She whipped her wand and the floating bowl of crystal-clear water came floating from the cabinet behind her. Harry smiled.

"Although not admissible as evidence in the Wizengamot, I believe it would be enough to satiate my curiosities," she admitted. "I am not here in my official capacity, but rather my personal one. I hope to have all my questions answered."

Harry nodded and pulled out the memory strand from his temple, dropping it inside the Pensieve before gesturing for the woman to go ahead.

"Auntie," Susan asked firmly. "If you won't mind, we'd like to see it too."

"I feel it prudent to tell you that what happened there is not for the faint of heart," Harry replied firmly.

Amelia looked at Susan, Hannah, and Neville nodding, and she sighed before gesturing for them to go ahead.

"If it's what I think it is, I believe it's better they see and understand what's to come," she replied.

Harry and Nym sat together while the four remained immersed in the memory. He remembered it all vividly. The trials in the maze, Cedric's fall to the hedges and how he had freed him, them taking the cup together, Cedric dying before he could even catch his bearings properly, Voldemort's resurrection and how he revealed his loyal Death Eaters who had joined him one by one, his gloating as he toyed with him, the torture he had endured at the hands of the monster, the moment he had died, and how he had somehow been sent back to Hogwarts with Cedric's corpse beside him.

When the quartet emerged from the memory, he stared at their ashen faces. Susan and Hannah were shivering, and he saw the latter clutching to Neville with all the power she could muster. The boy was no better, shaking as the realization that the darkest wizard since Grindelwald had returned dawned on him. Susan listlessly dropped into the chair to his left, and Harry gently took her hand. The girl clutched it against her chest like a lifeline, and Harry wrapped an arm around her in comfort.

"You've been through so much, and yet no one has any idea about it," the redhead whispered against his chest. "You don't deserve any of it."

Harry sighed. "I just wish Cedric wasn't there. He was an innocent who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"You couldn't have done anything," Susan replied vehemently, pulling away to look at him. Harry was surprised to see her tear-filled eyes. "No one could've done anything."

Harry nodded with a sigh.

"You survived the killing curse again," Neville whispered and Harry looked over at the shaking boy who was firmly hugging Hannah to himself. The blonde girl looked at him tearfully. Harry nodded with a mirthless smile.

"Just my luck, I guess," he replied and looked over at Amelia who was staring at him, fascinated. Harry almost felt as if she was trying to solve a puzzle.

"There are a few takeaways from that memory, Amelia. I hope we can discuss them all," Harry intoned softly. Amelia immediately understood what he was talking about.

"We can indeed discuss everything, Harry," Amelia nodded.

"Thank you for allowing me to show you this memory, and I hope you finally understand that what I've been saying is the truth. The minister won't do anything, and I'm sure you saw one of the reasons unmasked in that memory," Harry said, alluding to Fudge's biggest backer. Amelia nodded.

"He is truly back," she whispered to herself, gripping the edge of her desk tightly. Harry nodded.

"And this time, it will be worse," he replied.

Amelia nodded, but before she could say anything, she saw Auror Tonks stand up abruptly. Surprised, they saw her reach into the pocket of her jeans and pull out what looked like a medallion. The blonde woman stared at it for a moment with widened eyes.

"Nym?" Harry asked in concern, and Nym turned to look at him.

"Death Eaters attack," she whispered. Everyone's eyes widened.

"Where?" Harry asked, helping Susan into her chair and standing up. His eyes shot open when Tonks replied.

"Greengrass Manor."

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To be continued…

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