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mssorceressupreme · 27 days ago

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Let Me Help | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: After losing a quidditch match, Fred is frustrated and you help him by giving him a post-match massage, which leads into something more, or well something sweet.

Warnings: massaging, making out, hickeys, moaning ig, praising (ish), slightly steamy but mostly fluffy, fluffy!fred, nap-time together, cuddling, littlespoon!reader, bigspoon!fred, pls i want to have nap-time in fred's arms

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The roar of the crowd had dwindled into murmurs as you, Hermione, and Luna sat on the bleachers, watching the Gryffindor Quidditch team gather on the pitch below. The match against Hufflepuff had ended moments ago, and to everyone’s surprise, Gryffindor had lost after a season of winning.

It wasn’t just a loss—it was a hard-fought game, filled with moments of near victory that had slipped through their fingers.

Fred and George, always the heart of the team, looked particularly worn down. Fred’s usual buoyant demeanour was dimmed, his lips were pressed in a firm line, nodding as Oliver clearly scolded him about something. He wasn’t one to take criticism lightly, especially not when he was already down.

“I think Wood's giving Fred a hard time,” Hermione murmured, squinting at the scene below.

“Fred looks sad,” Luna observed, tilting her head dreamily. “Maybe he’s just feeling the weight of the nargles today.”

You tried waving to Fred, catching his eye. "It's okay Freddie..." you mouthed, attempting to comfort him slightly from the bleachers.

He looked up and, instead of the cheeky grin and exaggerated gestures you were used to, he blew you a small, almost apologetic kiss.

It wasn’t the playful, confident one that usually made you laugh; it was soft, almost sad, and it made your heart ache.

“He’ll be okay,” Hermione reassured you as you all made your way down from the stands.

The walk back to Hogwarts was subdued. The team split off to the showers while you, Hermione, and Luna headed toward the common room. Your mind was on Fred the whole time, wondering how you could cheer him up.

When the players eventually returned, freshly showered but still visibly tired, you led the cheers in the common room to boost their spirits. George gave a half-hearted grin, Angelina and Katie exchanged appreciative smiles, but Fred hung back, his smile never quite reaching his eyes.

Determined to help him, you waited for the crowd to thin out before slipping away and making your way to the boys’ dormitory. Knocking softly, you peeked inside. Fred was sitting on his bed, his head resting in his hands, and the sight made your chest ache.

There was no sight of his dorm mates, they were likely out and about, lurking around campus somewhere.

He looked up when you entered, and his face softened immediately, though the exhaustion in his eyes noticeable.

“Hey,” you said gently, closing the door behind you.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice low. He patted the spot next to him, and you sat down, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, though you already had a good idea.

Fred sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Oliver. He’s... he’s been on my case. Said I was distracted during the match, that I wasn’t focused enough. Maybe he’s right.”

You frowned. “That’s not fair. I watched the whole match, Fred. You were brilliant out there.”

He shook his head, a humourless laugh escaping him. “Doesn’t feel like it. We lost. And Oliver... he’s just so stressed about this season. Guess I was an easy target today.”

Reaching out, you placed a hand on his arm, stroking gently. “Ignore him. He’s just upset because he cares too much about the team. But that doesn’t mean he’s right about you. You gave it your all, Fred. I could see it. And I’m so proud of you.”

You hated seeing him like this, your Fred, who always had a joke or a cheeky grin, now looking so defeated.

Fred gave you a small, grateful smile, his gaze softening further, though the weight of the day still lingered in his expression. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Someone has to be,” you teased, squeezing his hand. “You’re not half as annoying as you pretend to be Weasley.”

The corner of his lips curled up ever so slightly, and you decided you’d do anything to make it stick. An idea popped into your head, and you straightened up.

“Sit on the floor,” you said suddenly.

Fred blinked at you, confused. “What? Why? You’re not planning to hex me, are you?”

“No hexes,” you promised, laughing. “Just trust me.”

Still skeptical, Fred slid off the bed and sat cross-legged on the floor. “This better be good,” he muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone.

You knelt behind him, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. The moment you started massaging him, he tensed, clearly surprised.

“What are you—”

“Shh,” you interrupted, grinning. “Just relax.”

It didn’t take long for him to give in. A low groan escaped his lips as your fingers worked over the knots in his shoulders. “Merlin Y/N, that’s... bloody amazing,” he muttered, his head dipping forward.

“You’re all tense,” you said softly, your fingers kneading the muscles in his neck. “You’ve been carrying too much stress.”

Fred let out a deep sigh, his body slowly relaxing under your touch. “You’re going to put Madam Pomfrey out of a job,” he joked, his voice muffled. “This is—blimey—I could get used to this.”

You smiled, continuing to work your fingers along his shoulders and down his back. The earlier frustration and tension seemed to melt away, his breathing slowing as he leaned into your touch.

“You know,” he said after a while, his voice lighter now, “if you ever decide to quit school, you’ve got a future in saving stressed Quidditch players.”

You laughed, continuing to massage him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

As you leaned closer, you couldn’t resist planting a soft, lingering kiss on the side of his neck. Fred’s breath hitched slightly at the unexpected gesture. Smiling against his skin, you pressed another kiss just below his ear, then one more at the curve where his neck met his shoulder.

“Wha—” Fred started, his voice thick with surprise and something softer, “what are you doing?”

“Cheering you up,” you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin as you spoke.

He let out a low, content hum, tilting his head slightly to give you more access. “Well, I’d say it’s working,” he moaned softly, his grin evident even though you couldn’t see it. “Bloody hell, you’re good at this.”

You giggled, continuing to pepper his neck with light, affectionate kisses. “Good. You deserve a little TLC after today.”

Fred turned his head slightly, his voice a little breathless now. “A little? I deserve this every day.”

“You’d get spoiled,” you teased, kissing just below his jawline.

“Already am,” he admitted with a happy sigh. “And if you don't stop I might just take you here and now." He moaned again, as you left him a hickey, sucking sweetly on the side of his neck.

"You like that Weasley?..." You cooed, continued planting sweet kisses around his neck and he threw his head back, groaning softly.

"Mhm, feels so good love..." He hummed, eyes shut as his breathing grew heavier.

You chuckled, pulling back slightly to look at him. His eyes were closed, his lips curved in the most serene smile you’d seen all day. His usual cheeky confidence was still there, but it was softer now, tempered with gratitude and affection.

When you finally stopped, Fred turned around to face you, his brown eyes warm and filled with gratitude and adoration. “My girlfriend's incredible,” he said softly, reaching for your hand.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied, smiling.

He got up and made his way onto the bed, hovering over you as he pushed you down gently, making you lie down with his hands beside your head, trapping you beneath him essentially.

He then bent down into a kiss, sweet and unhurried, his lips warm against yours. You giggled, as he continued, parting your mouth slightly as his tongue slipped inside.

His lips were soft, pillowy against your own. "Fred..." you moaned into his kiss softly as he sucked on your tongue. You could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath your nose, your fingers running through his hair as you breathed each other in.

He too, had always managed to make you melt at his touch, to feel good, to feel loved, you were weak beneath him.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he let out a content sigh.

“You really know how to cheer a bloke up, don’t you?” he teased, his grin finally back.

“Someone’s got to keep you from sulking,” you quipped, poking his chest playfully.

Fred chuckled, moving to lay beside you on his bed. You curled up against his side, his arm wrapped securely around you.

For the first time that day, he looked completely at ease, the weight of the match’s loss forgotten.

As you lay there together, his fingers idly traced patterns on your arm. “You know,” he said after a while, his voice soft, “I don’t deserve you.”

You tilted your head up to look at him, frowning. “Don’t say that Freddie, you're amazing. You know, despite how much of a git you can be sometimes, you deserve all the happiness in the world.” You turn to face him, brushing some messy strands away from his face to see him, your Fred.

His grin returned, this time with a mischievous glint. “Well, if you insist... I suppose I’ll let you keep spoiling me.”

You laughed, swatting his arm lightly. “Don’t push it, Weasley.”

He laughed too, pulling you closer. “Too late.”

Fred pulled you into his arms, your bodies pressed against each other, your head rested below his, melting into his chest, one of the many perks being the little spoon.

The two of you laid there, tangled together, the world outside fading into nothing. His steady breathing lulled you into a peaceful nap.

When George returned later, he peeked in, grinning at the sight of you both asleep, Fred’s arms securely around you. He quietly closed the door, leaving you both to your well-deserved rest.

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pookha · 2 years ago

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A Promise Ring Chapter 4

Tying Loose Ends

Harry and Luna do their homework in his office. Harry is concerned that Luna's new job may be too dangerous. Grimmauld Place is sold and Kreacher reaches his decision.

A/N Sorry for the long delay in getting this chapter out. RL took some priority. I also realized that if I included the wedding it was going to be a very very long chapter, so there will be one more chapter.

“I heard the third years talking about you in the Common Room,” Luna said after she pulled away from the kiss.

“Only good things, I hope,” Harry said and sat back in the chair. This caused Luna, who was sitting on his lap to fall more onto him. She gasped in what sounded like pain, but then laughed and kissed him again. He put his arms around her and tried to pull her in for a longer kiss, but she pulled back and slid off his lap.

“I’d like to just snog all night, but I really do have to finish this essay and get some sleep,” Luna said.

He watched her as she moved stiffly around his desk. When she caught her sleeve on a corner of it he saw a large bruise on her forearm. He pulled the sleeve back further and the bruise went over her elbow and up to her shoulder.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Oh, I was thrown off a thestral,” she said airily. “Fortunately, it was only four or five metres high, so it wasn’t too bad. You should see the bruise on my thigh.”

“Show me?” Harry asked, making it a question rather than a demand.

She nodded and bent over his desk. She reached back and lifted her robes. The bruise on her right thigh started just over the knee and went under the line of her knickers, which Harry noticed were bright pink.

He touched the bruise lightly and her leg trembled involuntarily. He sighed.

“Are you sure you’ll be up for this?” Harry asked, meaning the Groundskeeper job.

Luna nodded and pulled her robes down. She stood back up, pecked Harry on the cheek and sat gingerly on the chair on the other side of his desk.

She pulled her essay out of her pack, then an inkpot and quill and started scratching away at it, humming a jaunty tune lightly under her breath. Harry watched her for a while, dithered, then seemed to come to a decision. He stood. She looked up at him.

“I’ll be right back; do you need anything?” he asked. She shook her head.

When he left the room, she went back to her essay. She pulled books out of her pack and referenced them a few times, and then put them back. She took a break and looked around Harry’s office. Her eyes landed on a piece of photographic paper that showed a repeating photo of a Hufflepuff student she didn’t know knocked on Harry’s door and then the door opened.

She put it down and looked at the crystal ball on Harry’s desk. She unfocused her eyes and gazed into and suddenly she could see the hallway outside Harry’s office. This was obviously the Charms experiment with the Supersensory Charm that Harry had talked about. She pulled her gaze away from the crystal ball and went back to her paper. A few minutes later, Harry came back with a covered ceramic pot in his hands.

He locked the door behind him and put Charms on it for Silence and to repel casual passerby. Luna knew the Charms and they wouldn’t stop someone who really needed to see Harry or any of the Staff.

“Okay, robes off,” Harry commanded.

Luna arched her eyebrows at him.

“I thought you didn’t want to have sex at Hogwarts,” she said bluntly.

Harry’s face colored slightly.

“I do, but we can’t until after we’re married and have private quarters.”

He laughed and lifted the cover from the pot. The sage-y smell of arnica made it clear why he wanted her robes off.

She stood, pulled her robes over her head and leaned over the desk. Harry put the pot down on his desk with the cover next to it. He dipped out a small amount of an opalescent salve from inside the jar and rubbed it into his hands. Then he carefully began rubbing it into the bruise on her leg. He worked his way up from her knee, kneading very slowly and steadily. Luna gasped as her leg went icy, then hot, then moaned as the salve started to work and the knot under the bruise lessened. She turned her head and watched Harry as worked the salve into her flesh. She could just see the edge of the bruise where it circled around onto the front of her thigh. It was yellowed like a days-old bruise. Harry touched her knickers and made an inquisitive noise. She nodded and he pulled them down and slid them over her legs. She lifted one then the other and stepped out of them. He worked the salve into her buttock up to where the bruise ended and she gasped loudly. Now she understood the Silencing Charm on the door. Anyone listening would assume they were having sex in here. When he was done, he helped her back into her knickers, sliding them slowly up her legs. He kissed her on the back of her unbruised thigh as he put them back into place and she shivered again, this time with wanting.

He stood and she turned in his arms and kissed him. Her breasts pressed against him through her bra and he started to lift his hands to them, but stopped. He repeated the whole process with the salve on the bruise on her arm and shoulder. She watched his eyes as he worked and once he looked up and met them. When he was done, he kissed her at the base of her neck, where he knew she loved it. He finished treating a couple of other, smaller bruises, wiped his hands on a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket and closed the jar. He pulled back reluctantly and picked up her robes from the floor. She laughed and put them on.

“I love you,” she said and kissed him again. This time he let the kiss get deeper before he pulled back.“Thank you,” she said.

“Anything for you,” he replied.

They spent the rest of the evening in his office. She worked on her essay and he reviewed his lesson plans for tomorrow and finished his Transfiguration homework.

Luna cast a drying charm on the ink on her essay, then rolled it up with a snap. Harry looked up at her, then the clock. It wasn’t as late as he thought.

She packed away her stuff, then stood, came around the desk and sat on his lap again.

“I have to go in a few minutes, but I thought I’d snog you silly until then.” She smiled and licked his nose. He started to lean forward, but she pushed him back in his chair.

“My turn,” she said. She hitched up her robes, turned to face him more fully and straddled him. She held his hands down at his side. Then, she snogged him silly until she had to leave. Harry watched her go, then watched her in the hallway through the crystal ball and the Charm in his door; she was moving much easier now. He sighed, packed up his own stuff and left. He made sure his office was locked and Charmed before he left. That night his dreams were of bright pink knickers on the floor of his office and his hands on Luna’s thighs.

When he woke up the next day, he saw Luna’s writing on the notepad on the table next to his bed. He put his glasses on and read.

Dreamed of you last night. We were flying on the thestral together when I fell but you caught me before I could get hurt. Your hand burned my wrist hot and icy where you caught me, but your kisses made it all better. I’ll see you at Potions. Love you.

Harry wrote back.

I need to visit Grimmauld Place this weekend to meet the estate agent and we can check out Saturday and Sunday if you’re able.

She must have had the notepad next to her because she replied immediately.

That sounds good. I have to check the unicorn herd Saturday morning, but should be done by noon. Is that good?

Yes. I do the paperwork for us both with Professor Flitwick today. Love you.

He ate breakfast with Hermione like normal and then went to teach a third year class with Professor Flitwick. He made sure to fill out a check-out form and hand it to him.

“Saturday and Sunday?” Filius asked.

“Yes, sir. I have to check in with the estate agent and my house elf and it will be quite late by then. Luna’s coming with me and we’ll stop by her father’s on Sunday to visit and maybe the Burrow as well.”

Filius smiled knowingly.

“Don’t stay up too late Saturday night.”

Harry started to object, but Filius waved him off.

“I was young and in love once, too.” He smiled at a memory. “Give my best to Molly, Arthur and Xenophilius.”

“I will,” Harry replied.

The students started to come in, so they cut their conversation short. Harry thought the class went well, with most of the students grasping the General Counter-Spell. Harry spent some one-on-one time with the ones who struggled and showed how it worked on a variety of Charms. The only issue he had was a boy who just wouldn’t pay attention and kept just listlessly waving his wand and saying the words. Nothing happened. Harry tried to work with him, but the boy just nodded and went along. When Harry went to help another student, the boy just put his head down on his desk and ignored the rest of the students and the din of them practicing.

When the class was over, he approached Filius.

“What was I doing wrong with Mr Fitzgerald?” Harry asked.

“Mr Fitzgerald has been having a lot of issues this year. He was a good student last year, but something happened over the summer and he won’t tell anyone. It’s affected his schoolwork and he also didn’t try out for Quidditch this year and last year he was very excited for it. I’ve talked with Pomona and she’s talked with him, but he won’t open up.”

Harry sighed.

“I don’t understand why we don’t have mental health counselors here at Hogwarts.”

“Is that common in Muggle schools?” Filius asked.

Harry nodded and told him of his experience in school. The counselor was afraid that Harry was being abused, but Harry had deflected her; he didn’t want anyone to come investigate and make it worse. He hadn’t opened up to the counselor, but other students seemed to like her.

“I couldn’t help myself, but some of the other kids did get help from her and if she helped even one child, I think it must be worth it.” He sighed again.

“I’m finding that being an adult has some thorny issues: how to deal with my House Elf without being like a slave-owner; having to sell a house I inherited, but know I’ll never live in; deciding to get married young or not be able to be together at our job; how to look after my godchild when I’m barely not a child anymore. It’s hard.”

“I’d like to comfort you, but some of it will always be hard, but you’ll also have happiness. Ms Lovegood makes you happy, so do your friends. I can tell that your new research makes you happy, too.”

Harry smiled.

“Luna was the best thing that ever happened to me. She has a way of making everything better; she just sees to the heart of the matter. And, I do like my research and I really like teaching, especially the younger kids. I feel like I can see when they get something and it’s like when Hermione teaches me something after I’ve been thick about it.”

Filius laughed now.

“I’ll have Minerva look into counselors. It seems like an especially good idea now, after the war.”

“Thank you, Filius.” Harry looked at his watch.

“Got to run, Quidditch practice. Still looking forward to crushing Ravenclaw in two weeks.”

Filius laughed again as Harry left.

Harry waited outside Hagrid’s hut on Saturday. It was just after eleven when Luna and Hagrid came tromping up from the forest. Hagrid plowed through the slushy snow and Luna walked over it on charmed snowshoes. She lifted her feet on them expertly and Harry admired how quickly she’d picked up the skill. Hagrid waved and shouted.

“Gotta go and see Grawp. Good to see yer, Harry!”

Harry waved back. Luna reached him a moment later. He opened the door to Hagrid’s hut and she took off the snowshoes, stomped the snow from her boots and went in. She hung the snowshoes on a hook just to the side of the door. When he closed the door behind them, she opened her coat to let in the warm air. She held out her arms and he went into her embrace, both of them hampered by their thick coats.

He kissed her cold, cold nose and then her lips; they warmed quickly under his.

“You’re early,” he said when they were done kissing and she was no longer shivering.

“Hagrid helped when he found we had plans today. Do we need to go to the castle to use the Floo from there?”

Harry shook his head.

“Filius gave me Staff Apparation privileges. I can Apparate to and from Hogwarts now, and on the grounds. You have your pack?”

She nodded and pulled a miniature trunk from her pocket, then put it back. Harry had cast the Reversible Shrinking Charm on it himself when Luna was struggling with it. Hermione seemed impressed with how quickly he was picking up new Charms.

“Ready?” he asked and she nodded. He held her tightly and Apparated. They appeared on the top step outside the front door to 12 Grimmauld Place. Luna inhaled sharply, still not used to Apparating long distances, but Harry was used to it from doing it so often while on the run.

“Okay?” he asked, keeping his tight grip around her waist.

She pecked his cheek and nodded.

“Okay,” she said.

He unlocked the door with his wand and opened it. The first thing he noticed was the odor of fresh paint and the second thing was that the portrait of Sirius’s Mum was gone from the wall. He looked at it and could just see where it had been cut or chiseled out and repaired. He knew he could only notice it because of the work he’d done at Hogwarts restoring the castle.

“Master?” Kreacher’s voice came from down the hallway.

“I’m here!” Harry shouted back.

Kreacher came bustling into the hallway, and Harry could smell cinnamon and cloves over the fresh paint smell. Kreacher was obviously baking something that smelled good.

“You’re early!” Kreacher shouted back, wringing his hands nervously.

“We were able to get away early.” Harry stopped Kreacher from taking his coat.

“No, it’s okay, I’ve got it; you go back to what you were doing. I’ll take care of our coats and put our stuff in our room.”

Kreacher bowed and ran back toward the kitchen.

“He wants to please, doesn’t he?” Luna asked, a strange tone in her voice.

Harry ran his hand through his hair before answering.

“Yeah, but I want to please him, too, you know?”

She nodded and kissed his cheek again.

“You will. I have faith in you.”

They hung up their coats and put their boots on the boot tray. Harry made Luna smile when he pulled Charm-shrunken house slippers out of his pocket, enlarged them and gave a pair to Luna. His were standard issue, but hers were bright purple with spangly stars bedazzled on them. They put them on and then went upstairs. He enlarged both of their trunks and they sat on the bed. Luna ran her hand over the tattered bedspread, obviously enjoying the fine silk embroidery.

“It’s a shame; it’s seen better days, but everything has its time and I guess it’s time to let it go.”

“Yeah, I wish I could keep it, but it just costs too much to maintain and I’ll never live here full time. I’d love to keep it for Teddy, but it’s just not in the cards.” Harry put his hand over Luna’s. He saw his watch.

“We’ve got an hour and half until the estate agent gets here,” he said.

“Plenty of time.” Luna dragged him down onto the bed. Both of their house slippers fell off a moment later.

They cleaned up and made the bedroom presentable again before the estate agent arrived. When she arrived, she was dressed Muggle-style in a slightly out of fashion pantsuit with padded shoulders. Luna smiled at the outfit and Harry knew she was thinking something along the lines of, ‘and people call my fashion sense eccentric.’

The estate agent introduced herself to Luna as Phillipa Gregson and Harry told her that Luna was his fiancée.

Harry ushered her into the sitting room where Kreacher had already laid out tea and biscuits. Phillipa took her tea black and delicately dunked a biscuit in it. She pulled papers out of a satchel that she had to wave her wand at to unlock.

“Sorry, the lock sticks and this is the only way.” She never noticed that both Harry and Luna had their hands on their wands inside their robe pockets.

“Good news is even though we haven’t officially listed yet, we have an offer, but it’s only 80% of what we discussed as price,” Phillipa said, and put a piece of paper in front of Harry.

“Oh?” Harry asked, picking up the sheet and reading it as Phillipa continued talking.

“The Ministry wants to buy it directly. It doesn’t say why particularly, but I suspect they want to keep it as something they could use to house dignitaries. With just a little cleanup, it would be excellent: good location, hidden from Muggles and has just that right ambience of the continent, but with Englishness. ” She laughed.

“I think we should take the offer,” Harry said and handed the sheet to Luna. Her eyes widened slightly at the offer.

“This is 80% of the asking price?” Luna said.

Harry smiled.

“Phillipa says the market is pretty hot right now and especially for wizards around here.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to wait? We could see if there are any other takers?” Phillipa said.

“You told me before that it’s at the top of the market and there aren’t a lot of families that could afford it?” Harry asked.

“That’s right, but there may be some interest from the continent. There are some French and Belgian families looking to have a manor-style house here. But, it’s not assured and a lot of them are looking for a turnkey property and not a, may I speak frankly, a fixer-upper.”

“I say let’s take the offer,” Harry said. He saw a small flicker on Phillipa’s face.

“You can take your commission as if it were the price we suggested,” he said and saw her face twitch again.

“Will you put that in writing?” she asked and Harry nodded. While they were doing the paperwork, Luna got up and went into the kitchen. Harry could hear her talking with Kreacher and Kreacher’s sobs.

“Is everything okay in there?” Phillipa whispered to Harry.

“My house-elf is going to miss this place; he’s served the Black family for a long time,” Harry whispered back.

“And will still, Master Harry,” Kreacher said from right behind him.

He bowed to Phillipa, then said to Harry, “I have decided to go and work with Mrs Tonks and Master Teddy.”

“I think that will prove to be an excellent choice, Kreacher,” Harry stood and offered his hand to Kreacher, who took it and shook it, trembling.

Kreacher went back to the kitchen and Harry and Phillipa finished the paperwork.

“They’ll take over at the end of May,” Phillipa said.

Harry nodded.

“We’ll have everything we want to keep out of here by then. They can keep most of the furniture and do what they want with it.”

They shook hands and she left.

Luna came back in and sat next to Harry.

“What are we going to do with that money?” she asked.

“We don’t need it; I have about twice that much in my vault. I want to give most of it to Andromeda in trust for Teddy. It’s properly his money anyway.”

“I like that idea,” Luna said and kissed him. They kept busy on the couch until Kreacher cleared his throat and announced dinner. After an excellent dinner, Harry talked with Andromeda via Floo and told her about the money and Kreacher. She cried and thanked him profusely while Teddy fussed in the background. Luna promised they’d visit after their wedding and school ended, but before they went on holiday for their honeymoon.

They went to bed early and slept in late. The next day, they visited Xenophilius in the morning and Molly and Arthur in the evening. Bill showed up and talked with Harry about how to set up the trust for Teddy properly. It ended with Bill being appointed Harry’s personal banker and accountant. They got back to Hogwarts late Sunday night, kissed their goodbyes and went to their separate towers.

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