A Sister's Unexpected Visit

Twenty minutes later Dobby popped up beside them. "Winky is wanting to know what Mistress and Master wants her to do with Rat man?" He asked.

Harry stopped as his eyes went wide. "I mentioned him to Sirius earlier but we got distracted," He looked at Hermione. "Should we just turn him over to the Aurors?"

"Maybe we give him to Sirius," Hermione suggested. "Or Aragog."

"Let's go see him," Harry said. "We'll contact Sirius and see what he wants to do," He turned to Dobby. "Dobby, we'll be there shortly. Tell Winky we're sorry that we haven't gotten to her today."

"Yes Harry Potter sir, Dobby will tell Winky," Dobby said and disappeared.

As they started back to the castle, their discussion with Dumbledore arose again. "Do you think he'll tell us about the Horcruxes?" Hermione asked.

"I think he has to," Harry replied. "If not we need to find a way to force the issue."

"I know. We can get most of them out the way so easily. He should have a lead on the ring by now and the locket is already in his possession. If he checks Bellatrix's vault, that's the cup. The hard one is the diadem. I'm not sure how we can find it and make it look..." Hermione stopped in her tracks. Her eyes widened and she smiled. "I have an idea. We use Pettigrew."

"How...what?"

"We make him think he was here to steal the diadem out of the Room of Requirements," Hermione said. "We then turn him over to Dumbledore who should be able to get that information from him."

Harry stared at his wife for a second before replying. "Have I mentioned how brilliant you are Mrs. Potter?"

"I really did enjoy it when Professor McGonagall called me that in front of everyone," Hermione said. She ran her thumb over the ring on her left hand and smiled. "You know if we do this right, we can have the horcruxes gone by the end of the summer."

"Then all we have to do is find a way to kill Voldemort," Harry said as a wistful look appeared on his face. "You know what I would love to do? I'd love to find a way to kill him and make it look like you did it. I would love to see what Dumbledore would do if it appeared the Prophecy was false."

"If we can think of a way to do it, I'd like it as well," Hermione agreed. "But I'm not going to wait for any fancy plans to fall into place. The longer he is alive, the more people who will die."

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At St. Mungos later that night a drowsy Narcissa Black was just about to go home and get some sleep when she heard the door open. With the ward darkened to allow the patients to go to sleep, she could only make out a few features of the person who stood silhouetted in the light of the doorway.

"Bella?" Narcissa gasped as she saw her sister who was supposed to be dead.

The person in question walked into the room and with each step her features grew a little more defined. "No Cissy," Andromeda Tonks answered finally. "It's me. My daughter told me that Bella died last night and what happened to Lucius. I thought I would stop by and see...well to see if you needed anything."

"But...you…we..." Narcissa started.

"You're still my baby sister Cissy," Andromeda remarked. "No matter what has happened since, you'll always be my baby sister. But if you don't want me here, I'll leave."

Narcissa realized that not a single one of the people she had considered to be her friends had been by to see her. She looked at Andromeda Tonks, the woman who their mother had disowned because she had married a muggle-born. As she continued to stare at her sister, Narcissa's whole world came crashing down on her. She soon found her older sister's arms around her as she cried on the shoulder of the last person she would have ever expected to be there for her.

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Ginny Weasley stirred the last of the cauldrons as she added another ingredient to the simmering liquid. "Sister?" she kept muttering to herself. "That bitch has my Harry very confused. She's the one who probably suggested that," She started stirring in the opposite direction per the instructions. "Next week these will be done and we'll see what kind of sister he thinks I am," As she climbed into bed later another thought came to mind. "Maybe a small lust potion as well," She closed her eyes as she imagined Harry's strong hands roaming over her body. "I bet that bookworm would never let him touch her like that. She'd probably make him read a book on the subject," She smirked as she thought. "Harry dear, write me an essay on the proper places to touch a woman's body."

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