The Games They Play

Chapter 53

Harry woke up languidly, trying to stretch out only to realize he couldn't. He was sandwiched between Fred and George, who lay at either side of him, holding him close in sleep. A small smile graced his face, the twins had come to the cottage as soon as their interview was over. Blake hadn't had a chance to talk to him, instead he just told him they'd talk tomorrow but warned the twins that Harry was still very much underage, while they were not. A subtle warning that nothing more than light petting should happen. He craned a little to see the clock, it was early still, no need to get up yet.

Unfortunately, it felt as though he had just literally closed his eyes when a screech and tapping incessantly met his ears. Jerking awake, he apologized profusely to the twins as he slid out of bed, and made his way hastily over to the window. He didn't recognize the bird, why became apparent pretty quickly. It was from the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh," he murmured, staring at the summons, he was a witness for the prosecution, to send Ginny down, and it was this afternoon. Licking his lips, "I…um, the trial…it's today, this afternoon," he told the twins gaging their reactions.

"So soon?" Fred asked, easing out of bed and padding over to Harry, looking at the letter with a frown on his face. His brow smoothing out as he read, "Thank Merlin, it's a closed trial," which might mean there was some salvaging the Weasley family after all. Oh, it would get it, no doubt about it, at some point, but it would only ever be rumors.

"Why haven't you been called as a witness?" Harry pondered that, as he grabbed his robe, tying it around his waist, "I'll be right back!" time to see if Blake was up, considering the time though, he knew they were. The smell of coffee wafting up his nose the second his bedroom door opened confirmed his thoughts.

"You've received your summons?" Blake deduced seeing the letter in his hand, nursing a coffee between his hands, Severus sitting next to him eating his breakfast at a leisurely pace. Nothing screamed being worried, and it automatically made Harry relax just knowing the adults had it all figured out. "Come and get your breakfast before its cold, we need to have that talk before we leave."

"Okay," Harry agreed, nodding his head, returning to his bedroom, "Breakfast is ready if you want to eat with us?" it came out a question instead of a statement. Sure, Fred and George were friendly enough with Severus and Blake, but they weren't exactly eating breakfast every day together…and after yesterday, well.

"I'll be right out, I just need to nip to the toilet," George commented finally getting out of bed.

"The clothes you left here last time are still in the drawer," Harry gestured towards his closet, the walk in closet had more than enough room for all three of them if they chose to stay together. Normally Fred and George wouldn't leave anything anywhere. They only really had enough clothes to do them. It was pure luck that it was their newer wardrobe.

"Hey! I had wondered what happened to these!" Fred called out, first to get there, George wandered in, curious at the noise his twin was making. "Oh, that's where they were." He commented, picking them up, and beginning to change.

"Beats heading to the flat," Fred agreed, they would look half decent at the Ministry, make a good impression. Those clothes cost them more than their entire wardrobe combined. They'd wanted to impress Blake, but it turned out that just spending the money to impress him had the opposite effect. Money meant nothing to Blake Slytherin, once they stopped trying to impress him, they realized he liked them just as they are, the exact reason Harry liked them too. Probably why it had been so easy to forget about the clothes and bungled attempt at impressing a Pureblood.

They should have just asked Harry, who would have told them to just be themselves.

"What if you don't get interviewed?" Harry pointed out, dressing in one of his own classier robes while he was at it. Ignoring the blatant hungry looks the twins supported. They wouldn't try anything, and it wasn't simply because he was under Blake's roof, they had honor, something their sister could have done with learning. They'd promised Blake that they would not cross that line.

"Normally everyone involved is called to give evidence, but considering everything they might not, it depends whether we're called by either the prosecutor of the defense." George sighed, shrugging his shoulders, "I won't be surprised if they just don't want to deal with either of us."

"Then it's their loss," Harry declared crossly, Fred and George might be pranksters, but they knew when to be serious. Yeah, they might go too far with family, without realizing it but that's as far as their inconsideration goes.

Fred and George smiled fondly at Harry, they both kissed him as they left the closet, leaving him hopping on the spot. Harry had seen something in them that even the twins hadn't even a year ago. It's what had drawn them to Harry despite their girlfriends, in the end they did the right thing. Letting them go so that they didn't invest in something that Fred and George were no longer feeling. Instead focused on their business and Harry - who they hadn't approached with the intent of a romantic relationship at that point - but Harry soon made it clear that was what he wanted too.

Sex was a big part of being partners, but not all of it, the twins were more than content to wait.

Harry dressed hastily and followed, listening to the twins greet Severus and Blake in their twin talk, cheerful as you please. The food floated through the air, and landed equally on all their plates, they were left to their own devices for either tea, coffee, orange or pomegranate juice. The house-elves must have been over at Potter Manor again, they always had different fruit drinks after doing the larder at Potter Estate.

"I like this," Fred said, sipping the red drink, "It's really good,"

"It's pomegranate juice, the house-elves make it fresh," Blake explained, "It's not often one sees it in the magical world." Not surprised that neither twin had tried it before. Someone from the Potter family must have liked it, and thus ensured a supply of them. Making a mental note for Dobby to make some for the twins and send it to the flat, although he had a feeling he'd be seeing more of them than ever.

The conversation wasn't even hinted at until breakfast had been finished.

"Here or in the living room?" Blake questioned Harry, both had grown up in a normal house, not estate, so they didn't call them sitting rooms or 'blue rooms' or such.

"Here's fine," Harry said quietly, fiddling with his napkin, he knew instinctively that Blake wouldn't be upset, but the years the Dursley's had done didn't go away overnight.

"Okay, why have you decided to leave Hogwarts?" Blake quired, no judgment.

"I took my NEWTS, the ones I needed to become a Healer," Harry confessed, "I've written to five healers that put feelers out for an apprentice. I'm hoping that I hear back from at least one of them."

"You passed six NEWTS?" Severus asked, "Including Potions?" not sure whether he was in awe or shock. It was no wonder the boy hadn't been around much. They'd just assumed he was spending time with the twins, not setting extra exams in hopes of leaving Hogwarts at the end of the year for good.

"Five Outstanding and one EE," Harry said, exceeded expectations and outstanding wasn't bad grades all around.

Blake smirked, proud of the teen, he had actually gone out with purpose and done it all on his own. Perhaps Harry was more independent than he'd thought for the longest time. It eased many concerns that he'd had regarding that said independence. "I am proud of you, well done," he told the teen, who positively glowed under the praise, still happy to receive praise from a parental figure.

"Which healers have you asked?" Severus questioned, eyes narrowing in contemplation, only the best would be suitable for Harry's aspirations. "Picking a mediocre healer will make it difficult for you to get your ideal job."

"Um, healer Abbott, healer Pince, healer Carrow…um…healer Yaxley and Healer Smith," Harry confirmed the ones he'd sent them to.

"Was Healer Smethwyck not available?" Severus frowned in contemplation, they had been healers for generations, there was always one working at Hogwarts. Natural healers, wonderful bedside manner, and most definitely the most sought after, apprenticing to her was a surefire way to open doors. He knew Harry would never contemplate using his status to do so, now at least, it shamed something in him for thinking the way he used to.

"She requests all O's," Harry confessed, "So I didn't bother filling out the paperwork for her."

"I believe you should," Severus stated, "She's from one of the most renowned healer families, if she accepts you, then it will open doors that might otherwise be closed. Whom you apprentice to defines you, it shouldn't I agree, but nonetheless it's what happens."

"I don't have six O's," Harry pointed out, it would just be a waste of both their time.

"Exceptions are made for exceptional minds," Severus informed him, you might have only been a few numbers away from an Outstanding." It's not every day you met a boy so young determined and resolute in what they wished to do. It only happened to two or three minds each year, and two out of the three just went along with the flow instead of cutting to the chase. He had been one of those people cutting to the chase.

"He's right, you should give it a try, you have nothing to lose," Blake backed his partner up.

"Plus, some of the others will only take you on in order to try to scrub out the blemish their names have caused," Fred added to the conversation. "It's not the sort of apprenticeship you need, it's not your responsibility to help their names recover what their families did." The irony of that statement wasn't beyond him.

George nodded, "The Smethwyck family are natural healers, which means teaching an apprentice is far easier for them,"

"Take your time, look over the contracts, what they expect, and what they can offer you in turn, the pamphlets will come after they've seen your application." Things worked a little different here in the magical world, he knew it would have been the other way around in the Muggle world. "If you need help, let me know." Severus reassured the teen that he'd help, he'd gone through the exact same thing, he knew what to look for.

He may well become the youngest Healer in the magical world should his apprenticeship work out.

"I will," Harry promised, "To both," he added, "After we get back." He'd send out an application to Healer Smethwyck and explain. He wasn't sure if anything would come of it, but he would always take Severus and Blake's advice.

"Speaking of the trial, you understand that Ginny's lawyer might say some…untrue things to try and sway the Wizengamot?" Blake turned very serious, "He'll try and get you to be seen as unreliable, angry, vindictive and try to trip you up to cast doubt on what happened. Even with the evidence on hand, it's part of their job."

"If it's a Ministry appointed one, that probably won't happen," Severus added finishing off his second coffee. "They not very good at their job." Its why they were Ministry appointed, anyone else was bought and paid for, able to get their clients off.

Harry nodded, "Why didn't I have one?"

"You did," was Blake's dry response, "Dumbledore was representing you."

"No matter what happens…we don't blame you," Fred quietly reassured Harry, face solemn, "If…if anyone is to blame its our mum, she let Ginny off with everything…she finally got the daughter she wanted." There was a hint of bitterness in his tone, which to be fair, was entirely expected.

"Yeah, we won't blame you," George added, they'd said it last night, they were saying it again.

Harry gained strength and resolution from his partners, nodding, giving them a small smile of commiseration.

"I'll be in the potions lab if you need me," Severus murmured quietly to Blake, before he stood up and left. He had Dreamless Sleep draughts to brew for Lucius. Luckily it wasn't an extremely long potion, he could get it done before the trial this afternoon, of which he was called as a witness.

"What do you think will happen to Hermione?" Fred questioned, speaking to Blake.

Harry glanced to Blake himself, curiously.

"I honestly do not know," Blake sighed, "It's a difficult potion, very regulated, I don't know how they got their hands on a copy of the book." Which had been taken in as evidence against her, along with the remains of the potion that Severus had been very smart to collect - without anyone noticing not even him might he add - so it was all going towards a airtight case.

Today would decide the fate of not only Ginevra Weasley but Molly Weasley and Hermione Granger as well.

The problem with being a witness was the fact they were stuck in a room while the trial commenced. Sure, once it was over they were allowed out to observe the rest of the trial and it's resolution. Other than that they were stuck, the Ministry didn't even have the courtesy to leave a few magazines, newspapers or books lying around to stave off the boredom. Harry had gone first, then Severus, leaving him alone. He wasn't sure if the Weasley's were in another room or if none of them were being called.

So he waited, the sound of the clock 'tick toking' on the wall his only company.

He should have brought a book with him.

Eventually after what felt like hours, which in probability was only forty minutes since the trial commenced.

"Lord Slytherin?" the Auror stuck his head in the door, "It's your turn."

Blake stood coolly and calmly, nothing giving away his general irritation at having to wait in this bloody room so long. He supposed it would be worth it in the long run. To ensure that Ginevra Weasley did not get away with her attempt to trap Harry. Not that it would have worked. He would have sued her for full custodial guardianship, and likely won. The family could barely afford to live let alone another mouth to feed. He wouldn't have cared what it did to Harry's reputation, happiness meant more than ceding to the archaic rules the Pureblood's love to follow.

He stalked through the door, straight into the courtroom, and straight to the chair and seated himself comfortably. Swearing himself in, he gazed around at the people in the room. Fifty Wizengamot members, the Weasley family, the Minister and of course, Madam Bones and Proudfoot. As well as the other witnesses, Harry was sitting with the twins on one side and Severus on the other.

Ginevra Weasley, Hermione Granger and Molly Weasley were all in the stand, watching with a bleak gaze of what was happening during the trial.

Molly and Hermione both look so very worried, clearly understanding just how this could go.

Ginevra however, was unrepentant, or not showing her worries. He wondered silently if it was because she thought she'd get away with it due to her being underage, or if she honestly just didn't have a care for the trouble she was causing to everyone around her.

"Lord Slytherin, can you tell the governing body what happened on the date…yesterday," she corrected, the words coming seamlessly due to the fact she was so used to saying it. Normally she had to say the date, but that was not really necessary due to the small court and naturally…the incident only occurred yesterday.

"Miss Weasley was acting oddly after Arthur Weasley asked my ward if he wanted another drink. Her actions were odd enough that Severus requested the goblet from him. Which my ward immediately began to hand over, Miss Weasley elected then to yank it away from Harry, spilling the contents all over the dessert and table." Blake proceeded to inform them. "Fortunately, there was enough leftover to fit into a vial, which is what my partner elected to do. He then ran a diagnosis to find out what had been placed into the drink. Everyone was assuming a love potion, you see the girl has an alarming obsession with my ward and operates under the belief that she loves him and that he loves her in turn despite the fact he's dating her brothers."

"What was found in the Butterbeer?"

"Something that would have incapacitate my ward, made him vulnerable and worse ensured he would not be able to remember what happened. It was then deduced she intended on raping Harry and getting herself pregnant with his heir in order to force his hand in marriage." Blake stated coldly, causing everyone on the Wizengamot to shiver. It was a clear warning as it was a ward furious over the potential actions that could have been enacted on his ward.

"How was this conclusion reached?"

"Severus gleaned her surface thoughts," Blake replied unrepentant, uncaring what they thought. "It was a highly tense situation, we were absolutely terrified as to her intentions." Implying it was purely protective and accidental when it was anything but. Highly tense situations bought out the worst in people sometimes.

"What did he say regarding the situation?"

"He stated that she was worse than the Death Eaters ever were," Blake replied, lips pursed in a straight line. The sleep he'd had…helped the anger somewhat, but he was honestly still furious over her actions. It just meant he wasn't liable to scare the crap out of everyone…he didn't let that fury lose often…not since he came back. Severus, naturally, had the entire opposite reaction if last night had been anything to go on. He'd been thoroughly, aroused, Blake pondered on whether there was a saying for someone sexual aroused by a display of power. He would have found the entire thing hilarious if not for the sheer relief that Severus wasn't afraid of him.

That caused a buzz in the air, as fiery whispers spread around the room. Had Severus not informed them of what he said? Hadn't Harry? Then again, the whole point of witnesses is to gather the clearest picture possible. Everyone remembered different things, saw things differently, heard different things. He honestly wouldn't be surprised if Severus' time on the witness 'seat' so to speak was the shortest one yet.

"How did you feel upon realizing what the fourteen-year-old had done?"

"Furious," Blake sneered, green eyes gleaming with rage, "The only thing that allowed me to remain calm was the fact we wouldn't have allowed her free access to Harry in a bid to enact her plan. All bets would have been off if Harry had taken a drink of that drugged Butterbeer." He would have killed her.

"You had plans to deal with it in-house?" came the question.

"Yes, the Weasley's did not deserve to pay for the crimes of the actions of one." Blake answered seriously, "That was until Molly Weasley had the audacity to actually banish the evidence, or rather try. Thankfully my partner had the forethought to save it, its then that I realized that if I did deal with this in-house…she would learn nothing. I couldn't allow her to make another attempt on Harry, I can't be with him every day. Or worse, someone else, if she did do it, that would be on me." A dark look passing across his features.

"No further questions,"

"Is it not true you hate the Weasley's?" came the lawyer's question.

"Hate is a strong word," Blake answered blankly, "There are a few people I can safely say I hate and they're all dead. My relatives, and of course, Voldemort. Do I hate what she attempted? Yes, unquestionably. Hatred is all consuming, after this is dealt with…I doubt very much I will think of her again."

"You had something against them from the moment you hated them didn't you not?"

"I was…unimpressed by their conduct. Entering a ancient and noble house and trying to play a dictator doesn't sit well with me. There's also the fact that they claim to be family to Harry but allowed his return to abusive relatives. That I'm afraid in my book is not what family is about. I have nothing against them per se, I was annoyed by their words." Smothering a smirk, seeing the irritation on the lawyers face.

"If it had been anyone else, absolutely anyone, it would have been dealt with in-house would it not?"

"Depends, I only thought about it because of the elder boys, they don't deserve to pay for the actions of their sister. If there was nobody except the parents then yes, definitely would have immediately decided upon calling in the Aurors." Blake stated seriously.

"You were very quick to suspect Ginevra Weasley of tampering with a drink, you evidently believed she was capable of something…why did you allow her anywhere near your 'ward'?"

Blake arched a brow, "As I said we suspected a simple love potion, a silly prank or some such, we didn't automatically think a fourteen-year-old girl was attempting to rape my ward and get pregnant." His voice chilling as he stared challengingly at her. She was very close to making him want to kill her. Too bad that couldn't and wouldn't be accepted in a now civilized society.

The threat must have gotten through to her, since her eyes widened in fear, as she swallowed thickly. "I have no more questions."

Blake immediately stood, making his way towards his partner and ward.

"I have no more witnesses," came Bones' statement to the Minister for Magic.

"I have no more witnesses either," came the lawyers reply, standing she faced the Wizengamot, "Please, remember that Ginevra Weasley is a fourteen-year-old girl, she allowed her hopes and dreams get the better of her in a moments lapse of judgment. Have mercy and do not ruin this girls life. Does she deserve punishment? Yes, but does sending her to Azkaban fit the crime? No! Hermione Granger is sixteen-years-old, a bet is all it was, she meant no harm to anyone. As for Molly Weasley, does she deserve to go to Azkaban for trying to protect her daughter? Something we are all guilty of ourselves…no, we can all agree she perhaps went too far, but her intentions were honorable and good." With her closing statement done, she reclaimed her seat as Bones stood.

"Yes, Ginevra Weasley is young, but to let her off with this…horrific act will just open the pathway for more severe deeds. As Lord Slytherin says…she might try it again. Would you as a governing body be able to live with yourself if that should happen? Or if she goes further? She needs professional help, yes, perhaps not Azkaban…perhaps St. Mungo's might be a better place to help her recover! You've heard the Unspeakable expert on the Diary possession and how it was not a reflection on how she's acting now, possession doesn't work that way. There's no other scientific data to back it up. Hermione Granger is…impulsive, very smart but impulsive, Azkaban is not what she needs. I know you'll think about this carefully and give it the full consideration it needs." With that Bones finished her own closing statement.

Blake startled at that, "They had someone discussing the Diary?" he'd wondered a bit why it hadn't been brought up in defense. Then again, they wouldn't have asked him, he hadn't been around during that time. Or so they thought at any rate. It made sense that they would try to use what happened to her in her first year to get her off. At least the lawyer was doing a decent job in ensuring doubt was cast.

Severus nodded curtly, "The lawyer tried to argue that the possession directly affected her mind, that she didn't know right from wrong. It was easily refuted when Bones' chosen psychiatrist explained that the youngest Weasley definitely knew right from wrong. That her mental faculties had not been diminished by the Diary."

Blake scoffed, way to play dirty, he was almost impressed, and would have been if it wasn't against Harry. His gaze following the Wizengamot members in their plum colored robes.

Severus chuckled, having a good idea what had gotten to Blake. Ah, how it wasn't so fun when the shoe was on the other foot.

"How long does it take? I mean…trials in the Muggle world take weeks sometimes…" Harry said, entirely baffled that a court trial had basically been completed in an hour and a half. Was that all it would have taken them to have him expelled from Hogwarts if Blake hadn't come? Was it always that quick? Hermione's had been…so what gives?

"You saw Hermione's," Fred said, giving Harry a curious look, but Severus began talking.

"They can take that length of time, but this is a very simple trial." Severus was the one to explain, he doubted Blake had attended many if any trials with the way the world had been. "With a limited number of witnesses, clear evidence, and with a clear remembrance of what happened…trials often take time and witnesses accounts become more blurry. Yes, this case won't take any length of time at all. In fact, trials like these…the longest part is the Wizengamot or council of magic coming up with a suitable punishment."

"Are we going to be here for over an hour?" Harry asked, glancing at the other Weasley's, they were just sitting there like statues.

"As I said, sometimes the longest part is the Wizengamot deciding." Severus explained, "They don't just have the fate of one on their hands…but three." Granger, Weasley and the Matriarch of the Weasley family. Although, technically that wasn't true, there was another woman, Muriel, he believed her to be called. Muriel Weasley. She had hardly any contact with the rest of the family, if he remembered from all the yapping the woman had done during meetings.

"Would you prefer to get something to eat?" Blake asked, getting what Harry had been asking.

"Yes!" Harry agreed, he truly didn't want to sit here with the three witches glaring at him as if they had that right. As if it had been him who was the would-be-criminal. It was a stark contrast to the last time he'd been here, the Weasley family and them weren't leaving for food together.

No, Arthur just sat there heartbroken, waiting to hear the outcome of the trial…wondering if the family would survive this. He had not informed Murial, and he was quite frankly dreading having to inform her.

Fred, George and Harry chatted happily while Severus and Blake retrieved some food for them all.

"It's one thing after another," Blake sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "So much for peace," his tone a little bitter.

"World peace is an illusion, you know this," Severus chided, "All we can do is make the best of the time given to us."

"Is it too much to ask for some bloody peace and quiet?" Blake suddenly looked exhausted.

"No, no it's not too much to ask," Severus murmured, his hand brushing against Blake's, immensely disliking the slumped posture his partner had adopted. "But situations arise, nothing we do can prevent everything. All we can do is try, once this over…perhaps a holiday away from here might be a good thing for all of us?" he suggested, just get away from Britain entirely.

"I like the sound of that," Blake admitted, a holiday, he'd never had one, never gone anywhere, and now he could. Severus was right, he was only seeing the negative. Unfortunately, that was all he was used to seeing, experiencing.

It was time to change that, otherwise he'd never see anything but.

Severus grabbed the food, and nudged Blake, as they made their way back over to the twins and Harry. Already making plans for their little holiday. He had a lot of money, he barely used it except for potion ingredients. Time to splurge a little, they all deserved it. He supposed he'd have to make plans for the twins, he doubted Harry would wish to go anywhere with them.

Once they were all sat down, he was so very grateful when Harry picked a safe subject, and they all piled in, just enjoying the moment. No talk of the trial, the dangers that have passed, or the Weasley's. Eventually there was an announcement called out to inform them that the trial was recommencing.

The five of them immediately left for the courtroom.

The Minister for magic, was speaking for the first time, "…how do you find the defendant Ginevra Weasley?"

The chief warlock stood, "Of the use of restricted potion…we find the defendant guilty, of attempted rape…not guilty and for attempted line-theft…guilty."

"And the second defendant Molly Weasley?" the Minister asked.

"On charges of tampering with a crime scene we find Molly Weasley guilty." The Chief warlock continued.

Arthur Weasley bit his lip, while his children all hunched further at the news.

"And the third Defendant Hermione Granger?" the Minister questioned again.

"We find Hermione Granger guilty for brewing a restricted potion,"

"Has a decision on a punishment been agreed?" if not they were sent to the cells until they realized a conclusion.

"There has been a decision made on all three." The chief warlock agreed, staring at Molly Weasley, "Molly Weasley you are thereby placed in house arrest for one year. During that time should you be involved in a crime, you'll serve out the remainder of your sentence in Azkaban prison along with a concurrent sentence if you're found guilty."

Molly sobbed, almost wracked with relief, Merlin, help her, she was not going to end up in Azkaban.

The chief warlock then turned to face Hermione Granger, "Hermione Granger you are to be remanded in a minimum security cell in Azkaban prison for three years, two of which will be without your magic. You were warned of the consequences and still you elected to break the law."

"What? NO! I…Please! I…it wasn't meant to be used!" Hermione pleaded.

"The potion is highly restricted! It's not meant to be brewed by a child that's already been expelled from Hogwarts!" boomed the voice of the chief warlock, rage written across his features. "Ginevra Weasley you severe out two years in our Magical juvenile detention center and then by which time, you'll be sentenced to Azkaban prison to see out the remainder of your eight years of your ten year sentence."

"They've got a detention center?" Blake and Harry spoke in sync, nobody noticing just how very similar they sounded, if one spoke second later it would have been like an echo.

"NO! NO! NO! NOT MY BABY!" Molly sobbed, hugging Ginny close, tears running down her face, trying to stop the Aurors taking her.

"Molly Weasley I will hold you in contempt if you do not let go!" the Minister demanded.

"Let her go mum!"

"Let her go!"

"Please mummy!"

Eventually the Aurors lost their patience and forcefully separated them, both skidding away from one another. The Aurors grasped a hold of Ginny, as they had a hold of Hermione Granger.

They were escorted out of the Ministry, one to Azkaban the other? To a magical juvenile detention center where she would get the help she clearly desperately needed.

Not bad going! Near enough 6K in a single day :) don't expect another one tomorrow lol ;) BUT for the grammar guys...would you say this chapter is better OR worse than the last chapter when it comes to well...grammar? I'm using Scriviner for a trial use and it doesn't have that paricular handy feature like my Microsoft word does just wondering since scriviner will make sure i never lose another document and I'd like to use it and it has space for everything it's really handy! It's almost worth it really but with my grammar perhaps not ;) and...there we go! Whatcha think? did Hermione get too harsh a sentence? Did Ginny get off too lightly...two chapters to go! humm or maybe just the one...oh no i promised a chapter of Hogwarts starting back up! What do you think of Harry's career? notice when I come to an end of a story I ask what you think a lot instead of possible outcomes ;) hehe :D R&R please and STAY SAFE XX