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𝟏𝟏𝟐 - 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙺 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 -- 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 -- 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 <𝟹

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𝙇𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙊𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖, 𝙍𝙤𝙣, 𝙂𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙤𝙜𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨. The Ministry had arranged this one-off connection to the Floo Network to return students quickly and safely to the school. Only Mrs. Weasley was there to say good-bye, as Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur were all at work while all parents were present for Ophelia and Harry's send-off. It seemed that upon the day finally arriving her mother was more anxious than ever -- Gwen was cradling her bump with one hand and cradling her daugter's face with the other.

"You'll write to us every single day, the very instant something is the matter I expect you home here where we can protect you--"

"Mum--"

"And you must make sure you're eating properly." said Remus, "You heard Madam Pomfrey, don't want your blood sugar levels dropping nor your iron levels."

"Dad I'll--"

"Be sure to have fun though, but don't be putting yourself into any danger!"

All the while Harry was being lectured on safety in the very farthest corner of the room by Sirius and James while Lily was in the kitchen packing his lunch into his bag, being sure to doublecheck he had everything.

"I know you're going to be excited to start doing certain exciting activities but we must insist that you use protection, you are both still children yourselves and I don't want to be grandpappy just yet." said James.

"Puer Praesidio, works like a charm." said Sirius, "Remember a nonverbal puer praesidio, tap on your wing-wang and then you're good."

"Yeah, and afterwards if you forget you can use "lenire" on her, it'll cool her down and then, "Pura." will clean up any mess." said James, "Me and Sirius trialled and tested that one ourselves with wonderful results."

"Don't need to know," said Harry grimacing, "I'm not going to remember this."

"You better," said James, "Your mother will kill me if I didn't tell you this stuff, and then you'll have to be the one to explain to Ophelia exactly why she's resurrecting me for the second time."

Mrs Weasley dissolved into tears at the moment of parting. Admittedly, it took very little to set her off lately; she had been crying on and off ever since Percy had stormed from the house on Christmas Day with his glasses splattered with mashed parsnip (for which Fred, George, and Ginny all claimed credit).