𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

68

A/n: so this is a nice short chapter to finish off Goblet of Fire.

"Do you remember what I asked you at the end of your second year, Johnny?" Dumbledore asked Johnny three days after the events of the Third Task, and after Harry was dragged off by the fake Moody, who turned out to be Barty Crouch Jr, and the real Moody was found.

"You wanted me to join the Death Eaters," Johnny answered, taking a Lemmon Drop from the bowl if sweets on Dumbledore's table. "I'm not doing it, I can't."

"You can, Johnny!" Dumbledore said in exasperation.

"I can't!" Johnny said more firmly. "My girlfriend is Muggle-Born, Dumbledore, and besides, as soon as I rock up to wherever Voldemort is hiding, he or my father will kill me!"

"Johnny, you don't understand-"

"I think I do," Johnny spat. "You need someone to take the fall for you if this goes south, surely the Ministry wouldn't imprison a teenage boy who hasn't even had his sixteenth birthday yet? In case you've forgotten, Dumbledore, my last name is Grindelwald, I don't mean jack shit to anyone in the Ministry besides Mr. Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black and maybe a few Aurors close to my mother."

"That is most certainly not the case," Dumbledore assured him.

"Onto more pressing matters," Johnny said, ignoring Dumbledore's last remark. "What's happening with Harry and I this summer? Are we staying at Potter Manor?"

"Harry will go back to the Dursley's," Dumbledore said, holding his hand up to stop Johnny's outburst. "This was not my preferred option, but the Ministry didn't deem Gellert sane enough to look after two teenage boys, therefore Harry will return to Privet Drive, and under my supervision, you will return to Potter Manor where Ms. Granger is most welcome to stay."

"We're going to France for two weeks," Johnny told him. "For our anniversary which I missed because I was kidnapped in your school. It seems you've got a bit of a security plus a health and safety problem, Professor."

"I wish you would refrain from your spiteful remarks, Johnny," Dumbledore sighed, showing his age.

"I think I have every right to say such remarks," Johnny spat, glaring at his Headmaster. "Since I've been here a Troll has been let in, so has six Death Eaters under the names of Macnair, Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch Jr, Jakob Grindelwald, Peter Pettigrew and Quirinus Quirrell, a giant Basilisk petrified people, Dementors have roamed the grounds, a dangerous Tournament has happened and I died in it even though I wasn't even apart of said Tournament. Shall I go on?"

"You've made your point," Dumbledore said calmly. "I am very sorry this all happened to you and your friends, Johnny, it was never my intention to bring my students into harm. I was doing it for the greater good."

Johnny froze at his grandfathers motto.

"Can I leave now?" Johnny said through gritted teeth. "I'm having dinner with Hermione and her parents before we catch our flight to Paris."

"Yes, yes you may go," Dumbledore said quietly, motioning towards the door.

Later that night, Johnny stood outside the Granger's household in a casual blue suit, holding to bouquets of flowers in his one hand, and his other hand carried his bag for their trip away to Paris. This was the first time meeting Monica and Wendell as Hermione's boyfriend, and he was absolutely bricking himself. At dead on seven pm, Johnny rang the doorbell.

"Coming!" Johnny heard Hermione yell, and he let out a big sigh of relief that she was answering the door and not Wendell.

"Merlin, you're hot," Hermione groaned when she opened the door to see Johnny in his suit. She herself, looking incredibly hot in Johnny's opinion. Hermione was wearing a white denim skirt that stopped at her knee and a royal blue blouse.