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Secrets We Keep - chapter 1
I did a thing and posted a new story. I hinestly havent written fanfiction actively since 2013/2014 or so and only wrote a one shot Harry Potter fic. The rest were written many moons ago about a now defunct soap opera called Passions. This story has been ruminating in my mind for about a decade. I hope I can do justice to what's in my brain. Totally Au.
Trigger Warning: mentions of infertility
Ronâs eyes scanned the window of the jewelry store in Muggle London. Heâd been there before - plenty of times, actually. There was a jewelry store Hermione fancied. Their designs were different and for some reason caught her eye more than the goblin made pieces heâd find in Diagon Alley. It had to be perfect. Theyâd been through so much in the last few years. The tears and heartache were so fresh in his mind. The pavĂŠ rose pendant shone in the overhead lights â Ron knew this was exactly what he had been looking for. In a few months, their little Rose would arrive and hopefully, heal so much of the pain theyâd been through.
             With his hand on the buzzer to allow entrance to the store. That was when he noticed it. The signage on the shop was levitating. Ron smile to himself and looked around to find the source. Of course, there were other Wizards and Witches who frequented Muggle London but, he knew this magic was done by a child who had just discovered the things they could do.
             Ron smiled thinking of the trouble he and his siblings had gotten into as children. Interest piqued, he looked around the square to see if he could place the little witch or wizard in training. His eyes fell on a little girl with a mop of dark curls and brilliant emerald eyes that were full of delight as she ran from the woman desperately trying to keep up with her.
             âMaia,â she called frantically.
             Not looking back Ron watched as she made a beeline for the flowers, sheâd set to change color.
Against his better judgement, he headed her off, his height and long gait made ten times the progress of her chubby little legs. He sat on the bench in front of the girl, not wanting to alarm her.
             âHullo there,â Ron said as he corralled her in the small benched area. He swallowed hard when her lashes lifted and he was met with brilliant green eyes, the eyes of his best friend on a miniature version of his wife.
             âRon?â the familiar voice called from behind him, pulling him from his thoughts.Â
Ron gave his mother-in-law a crooked smile. âHullo Thea,â he greeted.
âWon!â
Ron jerked his head back to the little girl with the impish grin.
âWon!â she called again and used his long legs to help her climb the bench beside him. Her balance not quite perfect, Ron grabbed her before she could tumble backwards onto the concrete. Itâs an instinct he never knew he had.
She giggled and hugged his neck. âWon help My-my.â She planted a kiss on his cheek and Ronâs heart melted instantaneously. Before he knows it, chubby little arms are around his neck.
Heâd been angry for so long heâd neglected to realize that there was someone else involved that was perhaps more innocent than any of them.
âHug Won!â she demanded in a voice so much like her mother that Ron didnât know whether to laugh or to cry but, as he did when it came to Hermione, he obliged.
Thea Granger seemed to sense her son-in-lawâs internal turmoil and pried her granddaughter off him.
âIâm so sorry,â she whispered gathering the little girl in her arms.
In an attempt to bring the attention away from the rambunctious girl in her arms, Thea asks âSo, what brings you to this part of London?â
Ronâs eyes never leave Maia. âI wanted to buy Hermione something for when the baby is born,â he says absently.
âThe baby?â Theaâs brows are furrowed when Ron looks back up at her.
âHer-Hermione didnât tell you?â Ron frowned.  She seemed so excited
Thea sits beside him, clutching her granddaughter tighter. âHermione hasnât spoken to me since she dropped Maia at my door.
Ron pondered this a moment. âSo, sheâs never-â
Thea shook her head. He tried his best to wrap his brain around the fact that his wife, the woman who had so desperately wanted children, hadnât laid eyes on her own in the last year and a half. And now, heâd had more interaction with her little girl than Hermione had ever had. For Merlinâs sake, heâd even hugged the girl.
âHow could she just leave her?â Ron asked. âAnd not tell you about the baby?â
Thea looked at her granddaughter sadly. âI wouldnât presume to know what my daughter is thinking. Iâve barely seen her since she was eleven anyway.â
In that moment, Ron realized Thea was right, Hermione had spent most of the holidays with his family since their second year at Hogwarts. Then, there was the year sheâd sent her parents to Australia.
âI havenât tried to keep her away,â Ron sputtered running a hand through his hair.
âDear,â Thea sighed taking Ronâs hand. âDoes anyone make Hermione do things she doesnât want to do?â
âWon!â Maia shrieked âOok!â with that, the colors of the flowers in the closest planter began changing color. It was like she knew what she was doing, Ron mused. Instantly, he realized the danger of exposure.
âUh-Maia, letâs play a little game.â The girl freed herself from her grandmother and managed to stand on Ronâs legs. âLetâs try to only play with the flowers at home,â he suggested. âWhat do you say?â he poked her belly making her laugh in the process.
âNo!â the colors became brighter and far more noticeable.
âWhat if I gave you ice cream?â he asked.
âI cream! I cream! I cream!â she chanted jumping on his lap
âReally Ronald? Before lunch? Honestly,â Thea sighed. Maia would be a sticky mess and wouldnât eat anything she tried to give her in terms of real food. She very quickly felt bad for scolding her son-in-law. âAlright,â she said defeated.
âI was actually wondering if you would mind very much if I took her myself?â
Ronâs face looked so very hopeful, especially when he added, âYâknow, Iâm going to need some practice.â
Thea laughed and gestured to the ice cream shoppe across the way. The truth was, she could use some time alone. She wasnât as young as when Hermione was a baby.
Forgetting about the gift for Hermione entirely, Ron grabbed the diaper bag and excited little girl and made his way to the shoppe.Â
How was it, he wondered, he could think so far as bringing her to Diagon Alley, sending her to Hogwarts, teaching her to ride a broom, all within having met her not half an hour before. Where did this feeling come from?
*~*~*~*~*~*
Ron took his wifeâs hand and led her toward their kitchen table where dinner was waiting. Heâd left a little rose in a bud vase in front of her place setting as heâd done at nearly every meal theyâd shared since reconciling.Â
His level of devotion overwhelmed Hermione. Here she was, the one who, in her own eyes, didnât even deserve forgiveness, and Ron was still fawning over her.
She lightly touched the velvety petals and looked up at her husband with a smile. She held his hand tighter. She wouldnât take his love for granted again. Ever.
ââMione?â Ron brought her hand to his lips and then dropped it to his chest. âIf I tell you something could you promise to maybe try and stay calm?â He felt her hand tense and knew immediately what she could be thinking. âItâs nothing like that,â he assured hurriedly.
Hermione stared at her husband pointedly. âWell?â her brows rose as she sipped the water at her place setting.
âI was in muggle London a couple of weeks ago.â
âO-OkâŚâ Confused, she wordlessly urged him on.
âI ran into your Mum.â He met her eyes to gauge her reaction, âand Maia.â
Her breath hitches. âRon,â she tests her voice and looks at his feet.
âMaia was with her,â he says softly. âI took her for ice cream.â He adds with a half-smile.
Hermioneâs head shoots up and her eyes search his. âI think your mum was a tad put out because it was before lunch.â It was if she had forgotten to breathe. Ron had taken her daughter for ice cream. The child she hadnât seen since she was days old.
âI would like to bring her home, Hermione.â
âRon,â she begins softly. âSheâs notâŚâ she looks away, ashamed.
âShe can be.â He cups her chin in his thumb and forefinger and brings her gaze to meet his.
âHow would this even work Ronald? How could we bring her here?â her throat is tight, but she continues. âYour Mum and Dad would hate her for starters. Then thereâs Ginny. Sheâs barely speaking to me as it is.
âIâll tell her itâs my idea.â He sits in the seat beside Hermione. âIt is my idea.â
âNo, sheâs better off with my Mum.  Weâre all better off that sheâs with my Mum.â
âNo, weâre not.â He says shaking his head. âWeâre doing her a disservice not raising her.â
âReally Ron,â Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes
âSheâs showing abilities already.â With this, Hermione seemed intrigued, Ron continued. âYour mum said when you were a child, you were like her though she didnât put it together until you were older and your abilities didnât begin quite so young.â
Hermione let out a breath. Heâs speaking of her daughter with something akin to pride. âIf we talk to the family â get their buy-in?â he asks.
Her eyes are wet. When did she start crying?
âWe talk to Harry and Gin first.â Her voice is barely audible as he gathered her in his arms and kissed her soundly.
âI donât think this will be a problem.â
Hermione rests her head on her husbandâs chest. âYouâve clearly not spoken to your sister recently,â she muttered.
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*~*~*~*~*
Hermione and Harry had barely been near one another since before Maiaâs birth. Theyâd spent functions at the Burrow as far away from one another as possible. To say being at the same table together was uncomfortable was an understatement.
Not that the Burrow had been neutral territory, it most certainly wasnât but, it was a far sight better than Harry and Ginnyâs home.
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Since the affair â could you deem a one night stand an affair? Maybe when a child was involved, she mused. Hermione had received quite the cold shoulder from Molly. Not that sheâd expected the woman to welcome her back with open arms but, sheâd hoped for at least the same treatment Harry had received. Silent treatment for a few weeks, followed by annoyed glances, a talking to, the likes heâd never seen before, even when doing something incredibly dangerous like bringing her youngest son along on a horcrux hunt. It had taken some time, but sheâd returned to being his surrogate mother.
Was it that she, Hermione, should have known better? Her mother-in-law surely didnât know the desperation and heartbreak of trying for years to have a baby only to be met month after month with failure. She didnât know the way it ate at your soul until you were just a husk of a person. She didnât know the way it felt to let your husband, your partner in everything down month after month as you were sure he was tired of reassuring you when you couldnât reassure yourself that one day you would in fact have a child.
She didnât know that the hormones you would ingest and shoot into your body just to have a fraction of the number of children sheâd borne would give you hot flashes, mood swings, bouts of rage and frustration. She didnât know the oceans of tears that had fallen from your eyes. Until one day when you watched your husband with his new nephew, your best friends son and while he doesnât know youâre there, you hear him speak to the baby and wonder if he will ever get to hold someone so new thatâs his. Wonder if he will ever wake up in the middle of the night to change diapers or warm bottles. To hear his innermost doubts about their future.
And thatâs when you finally crumble inside. Thatâs when you pack just enough clothes and items to get by. Your husband is too good of a man to leave you. You feel completely broken inside.  These are things a woman should be able to do and do easily, are they not?  and find a flat near the ministry. Your job is the only thing you have anyway.
After not taking any visitors for months, your best friend shows at your door with a bottle of firewhiskey. Itâs an expensive bottle. Heâs got the galleons. His son hasnât slept through the night in the last two months and heâs losing his mind. When youâve had half a bottle of very expensive firewhiskey, your mind does very stupid things. It reaches for comfort first of all â especially when youâve devoid yourself of human contact for the better part of two months. She doesnât know who reaches out to the other first, but she does remember tracing his scar with her index finger. Very gently.
âIt doesnât hurt anymore,â he says stupidly, green eyes never leaving hers. âIt used to burn when he was trying to get into my mind. It sounds crazy but, it was lonely at first â after that connection was broken.â
She knows all about lonely and broken connections. His eyes settle on her mouth and then back up to her eyes. Perhaps this is what Ron was afraid of when they were searching for Horcruxes. Perhaps this is what she should have been afraid of when she let Harry in earlier in the evening. Perhaps firewhiskey and an empty stomach donât mix. His body moves over hers and before she her brain can catch up to whatâs happening, their clothes are gone from their bodies and in a heap on the floor.
She knows sheâs awake first because the sunlight streams into her eyes and Harry is beside her on the floor with nothing on but his glasses which are askew on his nose. She throws a pillow at him to cover up and he awakens with a start. Black hair standing on end, he tries to focus and realigns his glasses as she clutches a hand to her head. They both realize very quickly that she is naked as well. She grabs the blanket from the other side of the sofa and covers her bare body.
What had they done?
#harry potter fanfiction#romione#some mention of harry/hermione#oc#au#infertility-this may be the only chapter it's mentioned in#i havent written in ages#secrets we keep
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Summary:Â "If she had asked she would have learned that Aziraphale felt betrayed. He was angry. He was cursing Crowley, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below. It wasnât supposed to turn out this way." In which Azirphale finds a scorch mark and a puddle of...something...in Crowley's office and makes assumptions. Rating: G
Warnings: This is set primarily in book canon. Follow the link to read the reasoning behind that. Also, this is the first time in two years that I have written and posted a fanfiction. I am rusty.
Aziraphale was not having a particularly good day. Any other time he would have enjoyed the events that preceded his current situation. Visiting Australia and Haiti again was pleasant and then being on TV in America! Oh, Aziraphale could hardly believe that had happened. He was still a little flustered over the host claiming that he was being possessed by a demon. The nerve of that man! Aziraphale was far from a demon, the exact opposite if heâs being precise. Then, he really could have gone without being discorporated in the first place. No matter how nice seeing some of the world again had been. He hadnât been able to finish telling Crowley about the airbase in Tadfield and the boy Adam Young because of all the losing his body business.
Finding a new body was always such a chore. Aziraphale never quite knew where he was until he found a compatible host and got them to answer him. There tended to be a lot of confusion and yelling before and answer came. Normally, he would have gone back to Heaven, filled out the mounds of paperwork, and wait until he was issued a new one. But today, that was out of the question. It was Saturday, the Very Last Day of the Rest of their Lives. The hosts of Heaven and Hell were currently waiting for the Antichrist to arrive at the designated area and the long prophesied war between the two parties would begin. It was the war that he and Crowley had been working on trying to prevent, mind you.
It took time, more time than he would have liked, but Aziraphale had managed to find a compatible body in England. In London even! Aziraphaleâs current body, the lovely Madame Tracy, accompanied by the root cause of his problem, Sergeant Shadwell, were on their way to Mayfair as fast as Madame Tracyâs scooter would go. Which was approximately 5 miles per hour with the two physical bodies aboard. Aziraphale would have preferred to go straight to Tadfield but as soon as Madame Tracy started driving he knew they would not get there fast enough. Besides, he still had to tell Crowley about Adam Young, and once he told him they could take the Bentley. Azirphale knew Crowleyâs driving well enough by now to know that they would get there with time to spare. His only hope was that Crowley would be home. The demon had been busy when he tried to call him earlier. Azirphale sensed trouble as soon as the demon has picked up the phone and uttered his first ângkâ. It had been bothering him since the phone call.
Madame Tracyâs scooter pulled up to the front of Crowleyâs apartment complex with a soft putputputput. Â Sergeant Shadwell all but fell off of the scooter in his haste to be on solid ground, face as grey as the concrete, while Madam Tracy carefully took off her pink helmet.
âWe really must hurry my dear lady. Armageddonâs right around the corner and it wonât wait while we dither about," Aziraphale said as Madame Tracy primped her hair after putting the helmet on the seat of her scooter.
âAnd youâre sure your friend, will take us to Tadfield?â Asked Madame Tracy as her feet took her, quite quickly, towards the entrance of the complex.
âI assure you he will.â
âHow will he get through the traffic? It is dreadfully jammed, as you saw on the way here. My scooter barely fit between the cars!â
"Oh, you neednât worry about that. He has hisâŚways.â
âI donât care what âe drives. Anythinâ is better than that blasted contraption we âust rode âere on,â Shadwell said following behind Madame Tracy.
Madame Tracy giggled while teasing Shadwell as the two of them entered the lift. She pushed the button to Crowleyâs floor setting the elevator into motion. With a ding the lift came to a stop and Madame Tracy was making her way down the hall before the doors had the chance to finish opening. Shadwell tripped in his haste to keep up with the woman. He may not be the brightest, but he was quite sure it wasnât Madame Tracy in control of the body. It had to be the Southern Pansy. He hadnât seen the woman move this fast since she was first starting advertising for âIntimate Personal Relaxation and Stress Relief for the Discerning Gentlemanâ decades ago. Shadwell had been glad when her knees stopped being what they used to be. It meant fewer phone calls and a quieter hallway.
The two came to a stop in front of Crowleyâs door. It was slightly ajar. Shadwell looked around waiting for something to happen. "Is this it?"
âYes, this is it.â
âWhy arenât we going in? The door appears to be open," Madame Tracy asked.
âThat would be the problem dear lady. You see, Crowley would never just leave his door open. Heâs too private for that,â Aziraphale said, slowly pushing the door open the rest of the way and peeking inside.
âMaybe he was expecting you. You did say you called, correct?â
âYes, but I didnât say I was going to stop by,â Aziraphale answered, entering the flat.
Something was off. Aziraphale could feel it. There was a slight buzz in the back of his head the further into the flat he got. It was a familiar buzz. Similar to the buzzing he felt when he goes back to Heaven to give a report, but at a much smaller scale.
Aziraphale called out for Crowley, but only silence answered. Crowleyâs flat wasnât particularly large. It was larger than a standard flat, because thatâs what Crowley expected of it, but even with the extra space, he would have heard Aziraphale calling for him.
Aziraphale entered the lounge after checking the kitchen, bedroom and toilet. Crowley only had five rooms in the flat. The buzzing in the back of his head was getting louder and harder to ignore. There was only one thing that the buzzing could be, Holiness.
âThat doesnât make any sense,â Aziraphale muttered out loud. âCrowley wouldnât have anything holy in his apartment exceptâŚâ
Aziraphaleâs eyes landed on the sketch of the Mona Lisa. The sketch was on the floor, leaning against the wall. In the place the sketch should have been was an open safe, an empty open safe that should have been holding an important item that Aziraphale had given to Crowley himself in back in 1967.
âItâs gone,â Aziraphale said, taking a step back.
âWhatâs gone?â Shadwell asked, squinting at the safe.
Aziraphale didnât answer. Instead, he turned and rushed to the office, the last room he hadnât checked. Madame Tracyâs poor heart was hammering in her chest at a speed that was most definitely not healthy for a woman of her age.
âCrowley! My dear, you better be in-â Aziraphale started, but came to a sudden stop in the doorway, looking at the ground. A small gasp escaped his lips that could have been mistaken for the word ânoâ.
âAnâ what are we lookinâ at exactly?â Shadwell asked, peering around Madame Tracy into the office. The office looked clean to Shadwellâs standards. There was a wet spot on the floor by the desk with the head of a plant mister on the floor next to it. Nothing else in the room looked out of place, so Shadwell turned his attention to what Madame Tracy or the Southern Pansy was looking at. Immediately, he scrunched up his nose. What lay before them in a scorch mark on the carpet was a glistening glob of mashed slug looking things with a bucket not too far away. Now that was definitely out of place in the otherwise spotless room.
He turned to Madame Tracy to comment on the disgusting puddle, but instead said, âWhat ye cryinâ âbout wumman? Is jusâ slugs.â
Madame Tracy jumped slightly. Touching her cheeks as if she didnât know they were wet. She looked at Shadwell, but felt her eyes move back to stare wide-eyed at the mess on the carpet, then to the bucket. âI-I donât really know Mr. ShadwellâŚIâm justâŚoverwhelmed with a feeling of sorrow. L-like I just lost somethingâŚor someone...â
Shadwell balked as Madame Tracy moved a hand over her chest and clutched at the fabric there as it if was the only thing keeping her grounded. Slowly, she took as step over the scorch mark into the office and looked around as if to make sure the office was truly empty. Turning back to the scorch mark she crouched down and reached out with a shaking hand over the puddle. Her hand hovered over the goo before being pulled back as she quickly stood up.
âCome, thereâs no time to waste,â Aziraphale said in a clipped tone, briskly leaving the room.
âWhat? I thought we came âere to get yer friend,â Shadwell said.
âUnfortunately they are no longerâŚavailable,â Aziraphale said. If anyone noticed his voice crack on the last word nobody mentioned it.
âAvailable? He wasnât even âere to tell us heâs not. Why not jus' call âim again?â Shadwell asked as Madame Tracy ushered him into the elevator. The last thing Shadwell wanted to do was get back on the blasted contraption she called a vehicle.
âMr. Shadwell!â Madame Tracy scolded. âYou are going to listen to Mr. Aziraphale. If he says weâre leaving, weâre leaving. Come on now, we have an Armageddon to stop.â
The elevator reached the ground floor and the two hurried out to the scooter. Once they were situated, with the Thundergun in its place between Shadwell and Madame Tracy they were on their way. With a quick miracle, the scooter was soaring through the sky surrounded by a deep blue nimbus going no more than two hundred miles an hour.
Silence surrounded the small party as they flew. While Aziraphale was able to put himself together on the outside Madame Tracy could tell that something was still amiss. The tears may have stopped, but the pain in her chest was still there. It clamped around her heart and made it hard to breathe.
Underneath the pain, there was something else. If she had asked she would have discovered that Aziraphale felt betrayed. He was angry. He was cursing Crowley, and the ineffable plan, and Above, and Below. It wasnât supposed to turn out this way. He had been assured that the holy water was just insurance, in the event that everything went pear-shaped, that it wouldnât be used as a suicide pill. But the scorch mark in the office was hard to mistake. It was surrounded by holiness and then glistening glob in the middle was in fact not mashed slugs, but the remains of a demon. Aziraphale knew the scene well. Heâd had to clean up his fair share of baptized demons back when the human churches were more active.
Crowley had promised him and he had been a fool of an angel who had decided to believe and trust a demon.
The anger was a mask though. Underneath the anger there was a little seed of fear, a thought, that Aziraphale was scared to entertain. Crowley had been talking as he answered the phone. He hadnât been alone when Aziraphale had called. There was a chance that Crowleyâs plan had gone terribly, horribly awry after Aziraphale hung up. That the insurance had backfired on him and whoever had been in the office with him had managed to use the holy water against him. That thought was more terrifying to Aziraphale than thinking Crowley had used it on himself. It was easier to be angry, to be mad that someone had betrayed your trust. It didnât hurt as much. Knowing that the gift you had given to protect someone dear to you had inadvertently caused their death. Aziraphale couldnât bear to think about it, so he refused too. There was an Armageddon he needed to stop after all.
Over the flaming ring that was the M25 and through the storm of raining fish they went, reaching Tadfield in record time. A kind gentleman directed them to the airfield and Adam Young, and there they were, arguing with the American guard about why they needed to enter the airbase.
"It really is vitally important that we are allowed to speak to whoever is in charge,â  said Aziraphale. âI really must ask that heâs right, you know, Iâd be able to tell if he was lying yes, thank you, I think weâd really achieve something if you kindly allowed me to carry on all right thank you I was trying to put in a good word Yes! Er. You were asking him to yes, all rightâŚnow-â   Â
Shadwell decided, then, it was his turn to threaten the American guard with his finger, claiming that it would send the guard to meet the Maker. Aziraphale and Madame Tracy sighed. One of them put her head in a hand and slowly shook it. Now as not the time for one of Shadwellâs episodes, once he started there was no way of stopping him. The world was ending, the pain in Madame Tracyâs chest wouldnât go away if anything it was stronger than before, and if Shadwell kept shoving his finger in the guard's face there was absolutely no way theyâd be able to get into the airbase.
Pinging noises coming from behind her caused Madame Tracy to turn around and look at the car that just pulled up. The wheels were gone, along with the paintwork and it was billowing blue smoke. It looked as if it had smoked glass windows, but that was just an effect caused by it having ordinary glass windows but a smoke-filled interior.
The driverâs door opened and a cloud of choking fumes got out. Followed shortly by-
"Crowley?â Aziraphale breathed, so quietly that only Madame Tracy knew it had been said.
âHi,â Crowley said. âHowâs it going? Has the world ended yet?â
"He wonât let us in, Crowley.â
âAziraphale? Is that you? Nice dress,â Crowley said, patting the Bentley.
While the conversation continued on about Armageddon and the car that apparently used to be a Bentley, Madame Tracy could feel a change in her. The tightness that had claimed her heart when they saw that puddle in the office in Mayfair and the anger that had taken hold on the flight to Tadfield had disappeared. It was replaced with relief and a stronger, lighter feeling directed towards the man that showed up in the burning car, the man that currently stared at her in fascination.
âArenât you going to introduce me to your new body?â Crowley asked.
"Oh? Yes. Yes, of course. Madame Tracy, this is Crowley. Crowley, Madame Tracy.â
âCharmed Iâm sure,â Madame Tracy said, she felt her heart quicken, but it wasnât because of anything she was feeling.
âLetâs get on in,â Crowley said, turning towards the gates.
The guard had disappeared and the gates had opened during the time Madame Tracy was mulling about the changes in her chest. As she watched a Jeep pull up full of American soldiers and Crowley lift his arms into the air like Bruce Lee and smile Lee van Clef style, Madame Tracy felt the corner of her own lips quirk up in a fond smile.
Ah! She finally placed what the new overwhelming feeling was.
Love.
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The Rising Sun Workshop x Young Henrys Custom Postie Bike Chopper â The Hopper
The Postie Bike is an Australian institution, theyâre a lightly modified version of the Honda CT110 specifically built for Australia Post â an Australian government institution famous for its ability to find new and creative ways to not deliver your mail.
This custom Postie Bike chopper was built as a collaborative effort between the Rising Sun Workshop and Young Henrys, two iconic Sydney establishments that are very high on the must see list for visitors to the harbour city who have a soft spot for motorcycles, or beer, or motorcycles and beer.
The Rising Sun Workshop
The Rising Sun Workshop is a motorcycle workshop and award winning restaurant, with elements of both a bar and a cafe thrown in for good measure. Anyone can go visit for coffee, tea, beer, lunch or dinner. Locals can sign up and become members, allowing them to bring their motorcycle in and work on it using one of four hydraulics lifts, with fully appointed tool kits and workshop equipment.
Perhaps most importantly thereâs also a resident master motorcycle mechanic on site named Brad Coles, who provides advice, guidance, and assistance to people who have limited experience working on engines. Brad is known for having the skill and patience levels of a Shaolin monk and heâs a talented off-road rider to boot.
Young Henrys
Weâve featured the work of Young Henrys on Silodrome previously, theyâre a rapidly growing craft brewery in Sydney located just down the road from the Rising Sun Workshop in Newtown, not far south of the CBD. The brewery has been going from strength to strength since it was founded in 2012 by Richard Adamson and Oscar McMahon.
The team are known for their frequent releases of limited edition batches, and for their welcoming bar that operates right out of the brewery inside an old warehouse. One of these limited edition batches was called Motorcycle Oil after its rich dark color, and another was âFoo Townâ lager, a special beer created in collaboration with the Foo Fighters to celebrate their ninth studio album and their âConcrete and Goldâ tour down under.
The Hopper â A Custom Postie Bike Chopper
The familiar purr of the Postie Bike is immediately familiar to all Australians, it usually means the junk mail has arrived. Thousands of retired Postie Bikes have now been sold into private hands and theyâre proven popular as cheap daily transport.
This Postie is unlike any other, itâs the result of a months long project at Rising Sun Workshop involving dozens of workshop regulars and staff, all captained by resident wrench Brad.
The primary goal was to turn the Postie into an eye-catching and entirely unique custom motorcycle that could be displayed at music festivals, be put into liquor stores, bars, and pubs that stock Young Henrys beer, and most importantly, the bike had to function as a draught beer dispenser including a tap, hoses, and cooling. You just park the bike next to a keg, hook it up, and youâve got ice cold draught beer on tap.
Fitting all that equipment onto a CT110 with its 87Â kilogram (192 pound) kerb weight was always going to be a challenge, the choice to make the bike into an Easy Rider-inspired chopper made it more challenging still.
At this point Iâm going to turn it over to Brad to explain the fabrication-intensive build in his own words:
We had a meeting at RSW, threw out some ideas on what we wanted it to look like, and took a lot of influences from the 70âs Easy Rider chopper scene. The bike had to have the ability to pour beer from it somehow. It had to be a rideable and registed bike, and had to be over the top.
From that meeting, I drew up a sketch of the bike, and then it was all built from that original sketch.
The fabrication work was quite involved, from the hand bent sissy bar, and forklift tires that would allow the fitment of a custom made mini pallet that allowed a âmagic boxâ to be mounted. The magic box is a special esky (an Australian beer cooler) that allows the beer to be chilled down through the lines as it comes from the keg.
A springer front end was fitted to the bike, and lengthened 150mm. We fitted different wheels to the original hubs, and went with a 19â front, and 16â rear. With the front end and wheels changed, we now needed the frame stretched, so that also got 150mm length added into it. We made up special jigs to allow the frame and front end to be welded back together and remain straight and true. All of that work has been reinforced correctly to maintain structural integrity of the bike.
We hand-bent and welded up the very narrow handlebars, as well as fitted a 5 litre mini keg onto the backbone to supply the fuel to the bike, that runs through a hand bent copper line, that resembles a line on a still. It also conveniently holds a beer can, for display purposes only of course.
The seat pan was made from alloy, hand bent, shaped and welded up, then had it custom trimmed in 70âs metal flake vinyl. The gold and white colours of the seat are meant to resemble the colour of a beer, and beer head. Naturally we also had to get custom length cables made to fit.
We used the original lower frame support, but modified it to fit the new frame length with some custom detail pieces, like the spanner shape that connects the frame to the support. It now has forward control foot pegs, with a custom-made brake linkage fitted. Being a centrifugal clutch meant we could also make a hand shifter, that incorporates the old brewery tasting bar counter top beer tap handle.
The bike also has a custom exhaust with a 70âs style kick up at the back.
We had some alloy plates cut and machined for branding, as well as allowing the beer decal to be placed when being used at events. We also fitted a set of twin rectangle âDixieâ headlights that came out of Japan. Purpose Built Moto blinkers, and a mini speedo. Almost everything else is the original equipment like footpegs, controls etc, or been custom made for the bike.
The biggest challenge on this build was time. We had members help on the build, and that was always going to be the case, but like everyone, life gets in the way, so building a custom bike takes a back seat. We had many delays with the bike, like motorcycle accidents, deadlines shifting, running a workshop, overseas holidays and as the collaboration was always about building an amazing bike on a small budget, the labor or build hours would just be put in whenever possible. It did mean a bunch of 16 hour days, but the end result speaks for itself.
I donât know how many hours went into the build, but it is safe to say between everyone involved, with everything around the build, including filming social media short videos etc we would have hundreds and hundreds of hours in it.
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Tips to Buy Right Forklift Extension Slippers for Application
While forklifts have become a crucial part of a factory, to ensure the safe lifting and movement of goods, you need to buy the right Forklift extension slippers in Australia.
Introduction
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