Harry Potter and Future's Past

Chapter 38

Chapter 38

I'm back after a long long absence. My muse abandoned me for quite some time when life got a bit complicated. But I now have a great job, live in a beautiful location (Shenandoah Valley in Virginia, US) and recently moved into a new home which we spent the last two months remodeling (and still have a few projects left to do). I'm hoping that I my muse will once again be coaxed into providing me (and you) with continuation with this story and 'Price of Being Noble'. I do expect updates to be infrequent at best right now.

This is a very short chapter. I had hoped that I might add more to it before posting it, but I really want people to know this story is not dead.

Do anonymous reviewers who think they know everything but are completely wrong irritate other people like they do me. I mean some of them write books for reviews complaining about this or that while I read through the review with gritted teeth wishing I could reply to explain their errors (but most likely they would ignore my explanation as they continue to rant and rave in their small worlds).

On another note. In my Price of Being Noble story, I wrote this several years ago about Voldemort

'He knew the secret of seduction. Make the person believe you care about them, give him something he wants and also give him someone to hate.'

Does anyone see any similarities in our current world?

Now on with the story

Chapter 38

"Blast it," Moody said as he followed the two teens down the hall. "My eye's stuck again and a hospital is one of the few places you never want to have a stuck magical eye."

"Expecting an attack in a hospital?" Hermione asked.

"You should ALWAYS be expecting an attack lassie," Moody said as he stopped and moved into a small alcove, "but that's not the reason for the concern though." After looking to make sure his back was to the wall and no one was approaching he pulled the eye out with audible 'pop'. The grizzled ex-auror pulled a small rag from a pocket of his coat and wiped down the eye while constantly muttering curses about the 'idiot Crouch who didn't know how to service a magical eye'. Finally after reinserting the eye with a sound that made both Harry and Hermione stomach's queasy he continued. "Do you want your eyes stuck looking into hospital rooms where people are being poked and prodded in all kinds of manners? Not to mention the maternity ward. Now that's scary stuff."

Harry and Hermione were positive the ex-auror was joking with them but the look on his gnarled face gave nothing away. They decided to remain quiet and discuss what was about to happen.

"What do we do if Molly won't listen?" Hermione asked as they neared Mrs. Weasley's room.

"What we have to do," Harry replied with a mental sigh. "We are not going to be worrying about Ginny's next attack the rest of our lives. Besides, there is no way she and Arthur can still believe she is only suffering from unfulfilled infatuation now. She tried to kill you."

"Do you think Dumbledore will let it come to a trial if we go to Madam Bones?" Hermione persisted.

"If he doesn't, we'll turn the story over to Rita," Harry said after a moments pause. "I don't want to hurt Arthur or the Weasley family, but if they insist on following Dumbledore, or let Dumbledore guide Ginny's punishment, then they'll have to suffer the consequences."

There was only a murmur of low voices when they came to Molly Weasley's room. Voices that became very quiet when Harry and Hermione pushed the door open.

Molly was lying on the bed with Arthur holding her hand while Bill was standing on the other side. Tears were evident in both of the older Weasley's eyes.