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The Clue In The Cauldron, Chapter 2: A Grand-ish Re-Opening - The Phantom Librarian
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The Clue In The Cauldron, Chapter 2: A Grand-ish Re-Opening
Okay, I know I said in a comment that this chapter would be James's, but I think it'll work better as Al's, and switch back to James for Chapter 3.

Since JKR revealed that Angelina married Fred, I'm just switching Quidditch girls for Dennis's wife. Now, it's Alicia. Imagine she was the one Andromeda spoke to in Forest Guard. And for anyone who doesn't read my Teddy stories, unlike the question of who Dennis Creevey married, I wasn't able to backtrack and change the family I'd given Bill to the three names JKR put on the family tree, so I just left Bill and Fleur with the same passel of kids I gave them in the first place. ;p

Chapter 2:
A Grand-ish Re-Opening

James had offered to do Lily's hair for the party at the Leaky Cauldron, on the grounds that he'd seen Mum do it a lot. Al had tried to warn Teddy about this, but of course, no one had listened. Lily's hair was naturally like Al's--it stuck out in every direction when it wasn't being pulled down by length, and James's attempts to make it lie flat against her head for the hairdo she said she wanted had ended up, by four-thirty, with her looking like a pair of badly charmed knitting needles had been at her head. Teddy tried a detangling spell, which made Lily cry as her hair tugged itself crazily, then tried a comb, which broke in a particularly bad tangle. Al himself gave it a shot at five, and James offered, but after the mess he'd made, Lily swore he was never going near her head again. Teddy, looking quite out of his depth, sent off his Patronus--a hawk, just like his Animagus form--to Victoire Weasley, the Potters' oldest cousin, but her sheep came back a few minutes later, saying she was in the middle of something. Looking lost, Teddy sent his Patronus off again.

With a pop, Teddy's friend Ruthless appeared, looking astounded. "You called me for this?" she asked. "Really, Teddy, my idea of fancy hair is a sparkly clip on top."

"Well, I know it gets tangled a lot. That's the problem at the moment."

Ruthless glanced at Lily's hair, then shook her head and sighed. "All right. But you can explain to my date why I'm showing up with you and your young." She rolled her eyes. "On second thought, if he throws another insecure little temper tantrum, I'm done with him, anyway. Comb?"

Which was why, an hour later, Al found himself sitting down with James and his friends in a dark little corner of the new and improved Leaky Cauldron. Mum and Dad were being quite disgusting, batting their eyes at each other and looking like they were going to start kissing a lot. Teddy was trying to cheer up Ruthless, who'd been forced to ditch her date after he'd thrown a temper tantrum, and Victoire, for whatever reason, seemed angry about the whole business. Rosie Weasley was being insufferable about how she just couldn't quite make sense out of some book written in some dead language or other, and Hugo was off with some of his mates trying to learn the rules of Quodpot, a sport in which Al had no interest whatsoever. Lily was showing off the sparkly clip Ruthless had lent her to everyone who would look. That left James. One thing Al had to admit about James as a brother--he'd never been the sort who said "Get bent" and sent either Al or Lily away when he was with his mates, and even seemed happy to see whichever of them showed up. His friends were the same, and Al found himself between Robert Highgold, a Muggle-born with blond hair that he combed up into some kind of insane puff shape, and Michael Prince, who was some cousin of Severus Snape, whose name was Al's middle name. The cousinhood was distant, but apparently the Princes, like the Blacks, had a particular sort of look to them, because Michael could have practically posed for Snape's portrait, if he could have wiped the constant, goofy grin off his face for ten minutes and avoided washing his hair for a bit.

Well, maybe that wasn't entirely true, but he was sallow and skinny, with a big nose and rather flat long black hair.

"What do you think she has covered up?" Michael asked, pointing at several cubes that had been draped dramatically with sparkly black cloths.

Ahmed Elbaz--who everyone called "Spots" because his face was covered with them--shrugged. "I've been wondering. I can't tell what she's doing."

"As long as it's not filled up with bloody plants," James said, shuddering.

Silas Boyle, a big, round-faced boy, smiled. "Guess we'll see, won't we?"

James narrowed his eyes. "You know something, don't you, Bear?"

"Could be," Silas said. "Could be my grandfather had a shop up the Alley, and my dad and my uncle inherited it, and it could be I heard something about it."

Al looked around, and for the first time, he noticed that maps and photographs now lined the tops of the walls, like a wide ceiling border (that the walls were clean enough to notice that was, in terms of the Cauldron, already a significant achievement). The maps were all of Diagon Alley, and the the pictures of shops and people who worked and lived there. He saw his Uncle George, along with his twin brother--who would have been Uncle Fred if he hadn't died--standing at the door of their brand new shop. And there was the old Fortescue's, demolished not long after the war, now replaced by a sunny park with a statue of Fortescue at the center. This was the picture that the statue had been made from. There was a drawing of Flourish and Blott's, and a picture of Gringotts after Dad and Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione had broken in and escaped on a dragon. (In fact, someone had snapped the picture that day--onlookers were gathering in the street, and Al could see a tiny flicker of motion in one corner as the dragon sped away.)

"Hmm," James said, but didn't offer any guesses. "I was thinking. Now that the teachers' family quarters are empty again, we should use that wing to--"

But they never found out what James meant to do in the row of tiny suites that Neville and Hannah Longbottom would soon be moving out of, because Hannah herself had managed to push through the crowd. She was standing on top of the bar, waving her arms wildly to no particular effect (if Neville had been there, all eyes would have focused, but Hannah said there'd been an emergency, some sort of all-out brawl among the mandrakes he was raising). She grimaced, then drew her wand and twirled it smartly, creating an undulating siren effect that got everyone's attention. Once she had it, she seemed a bit nonplussed about it. "Er, hello, everyone!" she called.

"Hannah!" several people called back, raising their glasses.

"Well, er... welcome back to the Leaky Cauldron."

A cheer rose, and kept going until Hannah raised her wand again, threatening to send out the siren sound.

"I'm glad so many people could come today. It's good to see you! Er. Yes. Well, there are a lot of people here who have things to show you. You see--well, I'm sure you see that there are pictures of Diagon Alley everywhere. I always thought that the most important thing about the Leaky Cauldron was that it was the gate inside. So I... I asked several local merchants to, er, if they had anything that they'd like to... well, I'll let them go on. To start with..." She cast around for the nearest non-threatening face, then said, "Well, I never imagined myself doing business with Borgin and Burke's, but since old Mr. Borgin passed, young Mr. Burke has been quite nice. Maurice?"

Teddy's friend Maurice Burke, who hated his family's shop like poison and planned to hand it off to his brother as soon as Wendell finished school (their cousin had been in line to inherit, but she'd died unexpectedly and without children), stepped forward uncomfortably beside one of the veiled cubes. "Well," he said, "I promise the hexes are broken. To the best of my knowledge, anyway." With a flourish, he pulled away the cloth. There was a wooden sign inside a glass cube, which showed a wizard hovering threateningly over the words "Borgin and Burke." In front of it were several black velvet lined boxes containing items that Al couldn't see clearly, but which looked old and valuable. There was an "oo" among the crowd. Maurice shrugged. "Well, that's that. Knockturn Alley is represented." He grinned. "Now, to the more pleasant--Mr. Wood?"

Oliver Wood, looking bemused that the show had opened with Borgin and Burke, took over, revealing the first pro Quidditch uniform from Quality Quidditch, along with a set of antique balls and two brooms, the oldest and the most modern in Quality's stock. He got a roar of applause. After Oliver, Alicia Creevey had been appointed to reveal Flourish and Blott's display (most likely because she was its best known face). She looked rather uncomfortably at Maurice's collection, then moved on to a great collection of novelty books, including Al's personal favorite, The Monster Book of Monsters--he'd played with Dad's copy a lot when he was little. She passed it on to the Gudgeons, who ran a restaurant called "The Willow"--they'd provided the cake, but were mostly there to present Florian Fortescue's old sign, which they'd acquired upon buying the edge of his property. This also received applause.

Slug and Jigger's apothecary had given an old set of vials; the Daily Prophet, a display of its most famous front pages; Obscurus Books gave a first edition of their first title, and Daffy Apcarne's brand new publishing company, Charmpress, gave a shiny copy of their first best-seller... a brightly illustrated children's book called "Martian's Mistake," by someone who was purportedly named "Jim Wolf." Al didn't think anyone who knew Teddy and James was fooled--it was one of the stupid little cat adventure stories that they had sent each other for years, and if Teddy hadn't come into a lot of other gold at the time it was published, even more people might have made the connection. Uncle George had set up one of the original order forms from Weasleys', along with boxes of Skiving Snackboxes and children's drawings of the great fireworks escape from Dolores Umbridge. The owl emporium and the magical menagerie couldn't very well donate from their merchandise, but they did give pictures of some of the more famous animals, including Dad's owl, Hedwig, who'd died in the war (Dad, out of loyalty to her, refused to own an owl again) and Aunt Hermione's Crookshanks, who was still wheezing around the Romp--ancient, arthritic, and more ill-tempered than ever.

The sentimental favorite came from Ollivander's. Berit had redone things, and she'd donated the little purple pillow and ancient wand that her grandfather and his grandfather had kept in the window for a couple of centuries. She'd got into some trouble with the public when she'd removed from the store window and replaced it with a little gold pillow she'd made, and one of her own wands, but apparently, giving it to Hannah was cause for forgiveness. Other shopkeepers gave other items, and all were displayed lovingly, either in cubes or on the wall. Silas was the only one who gave more than a half-hearted response to his father, who now owned a the old junk shop across from Ollivander's, and had donated several old items that didn't look like much.

Once the presentations were done, people were free to wander and have a look.

James nodded. "I like it," he said after a moment. "It's not plants."

"What have you got against plants?" Michael asked.

"Have you seen the coffee shop next to Uncle George's?" James wrinkled his nose. "It's full of big leafy plants and it has too many windows. It's boring."

They got up and made their way around, looking at the various exhibits. Up close, Al could see that Maurice's case had old coins that had once been cursed, and a pair of sparkling diamond cufflinks. They moved on to Silas's father and uncle, who were glaring at each other over something. The uncle pointed his wand at the case, and the father knocked his arm away. Silas, ignoring all of this, said, "Hey, you did pick the little box!"

His father grinned. "I did."

"Wasn't there a silver thing on it, like on my trunk?" Silas looked over his shoulder. "I think it came from the family. See there?" He pointed to a spot on the side where a swirled shape of bare wood stood out. "It's like that silver thing on my trunk."

They all looked obediently. Along with the nondescript box, there was a selection of tattered old paperbacks and goblets that looked like they might have been someone's idea of a great find, but probably wouldn't turn out to be worth much.

"What does it do?" Al asked, pointing at the box.

"No idea," Silas's dad said merrily. "Things just show up in the Boyler."

Al almost said, Oh, so that's the name of the junk shop,, but stopped himself on the thought that it might not be entirely polite. Silas's uncle sighed. "Ah, well. Personally, I thought he should have donated that old cage with the stuffed parrot in it. We're never going to get rid of that thing."

"The request was for interesting things, not tacky ones."

The brothers went back to arguing, and Al and James went on with James's friends to look at everything else. Near the bar, they ran directly into the family, and Dad cleared a way to their table in back (much to James's obvious chagrin, his friends didn't seem to mind). Everyone settled in. Mum and Dad both looked very happy. Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione were teasing them. Rosie had finally shut up about not being able to read something in her fourth dead language, and was talking like a normal person about going to Hogwarts next week, and Al was happy to join her the conversation. James again affected a tragic air, and said that he'd be sorry to see Al end up in Slytherin, and be cast out of the family. Al wished he'd stop, but didn't bother asking. Mum and Dad apparently didn't hear it. Teddy had persuaded Ruthless to join the family, and she was now talking to Uncle Ron, who was her mentor as an Auror, and Victoire had left her sisters to dancing and joined everyone else at the table. She sat down between Teddy and Ruthless, but talked across the table to Al.

"So, are you ready for school?"

"He needs to get more green jumpers," James said sadly. "And his own flat for holidays..."

Victoire threw a decoratively cut tomato at him, then turned back to Al. "Are you ready for school?"

"Mostly," Al said. "What about you? Are you ready for your N.E.W.T.s?"

"Not until next spring, thankfully," Victoire said, and made a face. "I have my Apparition test the day before we go, though. I'm a little more nervous about that."

"You'll do fine," Teddy told her. "And when you pass, you can come up and see my island."

"If I pass."

"You will. What were you doing earlier?"

"Getting Aimee through a robes-related crisis. Marie re-did her school robes, and they didn't fit right, and... well, you know. Actually, it was more of an 'I'm going to kill my sister' crisis."

"How do you mean, 're-did them'?" Al asked. "I thought they're pretty much... set."

"Marie's determined to make them better-looking. But she's not terribly good at measuring. She's bound and determined to apprentice to Madam Malkin, then open her own shop and beat her at her own game."

Al, who couldn't imagine anything less interesting than tweaking school robes, just shook his head. He looked around and let the conversation go on around him. People were looking at all the items. Silas's father and uncle seemed to have finished their fight, as the father was drinking at the bar and the uncle was gone.

The party droned on, increasingly boring now that the big reveals had been made. James's friends got called home, and Dad was checking his watch every other minute. He made a great show of yawning and said, "What do you say, Ginny? I think the kids are tired."

Mum made a face. "Yes, Harry, I'm sure the children are practically asleep on their feet. Lily certainly looks tired." She pointed at Lily, who was dancing enthusiastically with Kingsley Shacklebolt, then looked for James. Her face went livid white, and she yelled, "James Sirius Potter, you get down right now!"

Al looked up. James had climbed a ladder to examine one of the photographs and was dangerously close to tipping over.

Mum Summoned him unceremoniously. "Honestly," she hissed.

"On that note," Dad said. "I think we may have to forgo the rest of the party to see to it that James pays for his crimes."

Mum looked at him with disbelief then said, "Oh, all right. Fine. We'll--"


The room was more empty now, and the shout that came up from near the Borgin and Burke display carried perfectly well. A skinny old man was pointing at the glass cube. He turned on Hannah. "You shouldn't have let in anything from that shop!" He glared at Maurice, who just looked puzzled, then waggled his finger at the case again. "Just look. It's up to something!"

Dad dropped his good-natured attempted to get out of the party, and Al saw his job fall over him like an Invisibility Cloak. He went to the case. Al and James followed.

"What is it, Dung?" Dad asked, and Al had to squint to recognize Mundungus Fletcher.

"Look," Dung said. "Those cufflinks. They're gone, and I can't think of anywhere good that'd lead, given where they came from."

Al looked into the case, where black velvet-lined box was, indeed, completely empty.

"That's not possible," Maurice said. "Everything's Charmed against theft."

"Who says they were stolen?" the man asked.

"I don't know, Dung," Dad said. "Why do you think we might have stealing on the brain? Or known thieves?"

"I didn't take them," Dung grumbled. "Would I have been yelling about it if I'd taken them? It's from Borgin and Burke's. They probably got out on their own."

Dad glowered. "We'll have to look into it. Hannah?"

Hannah came forward, looking dismayed. "I know. Close back down."

"I don't think you need to do that," Dad said. "But it's time to stop the party. Ron and Ruth and I will need to talk to everyone here."

"Over cufflinks?" Maurice asked. "They weren't hexed."

"That you know of," Dad said. He sighed. "Sorry, Maurice. But you know what comes and goes through that shop better than anyone. We're going to have to make sure there's nothing wrong."

As Dad, Uncle Ron, and Ruthless started to investigate, Mum gathered up Lily, who was angry not to be dancing anymore, then took all three children to the fireplace to Floo home.

Once the rush was over, Al lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling. The door opened, and James came in without waiting for an invitation.

"What?" Al asked.

"I don't think anything was hexed," James said. "Maurice knows everything about that shop."

"I don't think so, either. Dad will figure it out."

James sat down at Al's desk. "I could figure it out, if he'd let me."

"Right. Because Dad needs a twelve-year-old assistant."

"He was figuring things out when he was twelve. That's when he rescued Mum from the Chamber of Secrets."

"I think Aunt Hermione figured that one out."

"She didn't figure out about the bathroom. Besides, she was only thirteen." He sighed. "We need a good dark wizard."

"Don't let Dad hear you say that."

"True." He sighed. "But you have to admit, we have it pretty boring."

"Which is pretty much what Dad wants," Al said.

"Well, maybe it'll shake things up when you get Sorted into Slytherin, and we have to disown you and make you eat slugs and--"

"Oh, shut up."

James laughed, and Al turned over, pulling his covers over his head to get some sleep.


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etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: March 1st, 2010 03:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Poor Al. His big brother is kind of beating that joke into the ground, like real kids do. It will serve him right if Al is sorted into Slytherin.
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 1st, 2010 03:26 am (UTC) (Link)


Fern said she doesn't see Al in Slytherin.

so she probably won't write him there.

and i think fandom is beating the joke to the ground even more than James II is.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 1st, 2010 05:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Like Anon said, my Al's not a Slytherin--I'm mostly using that to set up why he's so worried about it in the epilogue.

But yeah... James needs a head-knock over that. (Mentally summons Gibbs from NCIS; Gibbs obligingly swats the back of James's head.)
ascot_gavotte From: ascot_gavotte Date: March 1st, 2010 04:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, Maurice. I'd rather like it if I had a family shop that sold shady magical items, but I can understand why he doesn't.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 1st, 2010 05:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Poor guy. He's friends with the anti-Borgin+Burke crowd, just wants to manage Donzo's career, and ends up saddled with the shop anyway. Oh, well. I'm also going to have to come up with explanation of why Wendell wasn't at Hogwarts during Daedalus Maze. I think he went to Durmstrang for two years.
From: severely_lupine Date: March 1st, 2010 04:58 am (UTC) (Link)
Michael could have practically posed for Snape's portrait, if he could have wiped the constant, goofy grin off his face for ten minutes

Now that's just funny. A Snape lookalike who constantly grins goofily. I'd like to see that.

I have to say, however, that this chapter doesn't really read like it's from Al's POV, at least for the first part. Since there's so much information about everyone else and what's going on, it's hard to tell that we've switched POVs, and then you have phrases like "much to James's chagrin", which feels like you've gone back to James's POV, since you're describing his mood about something.

I love how utterly clueless the boys are about the whole Teddy/Victoire/Ruthless drama going on around them.

Lily dancing with Kingsley--what a darling image.

Al saw his job fall over him like an Invisibility Cloak -- Ooh, I like that. Nice simile.

"I don't know, Dung," Dad said. "Why do you think we might have stealing on the brain? Or known thieves?" -- LOL! Oh, I do dislike Mundungus.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 1st, 2010 05:05 am (UTC) (Link)
I'll make it "to James's obvious chagrin." Good catch.
From: severely_lupine Date: March 1st, 2010 05:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Yes, that's better.

I find it's hard sometimes, trying to describe the moods of those others than the POV character without always saying things like "apparently", "seemed to", "looked like", etc.
willowbough From: willowbough Date: March 1st, 2010 05:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Enjoyable Boys' Own feeling to this story so far. Also like the way the "older generation" is viewed through the younger generation's eyes. Al is even more clueless than James about
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 1st, 2010 06:24 am (UTC) (Link)
James may have some notion that something's odd, but I doubt he has much more idea than Al about what. He certainly seems surprised and offended by it in the epilogue.
From: (Anonymous) Date: March 1st, 2010 06:08 am (UTC) (Link)
"but he'd died unexpected"

I think you meant unexpectedly? Unless nobody was expecting him when he died (which, in the HP universe, implies he then showed up someplace as a ghost where he wasn't expected, which is certainly possible).

When I first read the line about needing a good, dark wizard, I thought James meant needing a good wizard who understood a lot about dark magic to help figure out what was up with the cufflinks (nonmagical cufflinks dark wizards would be interested in . . . is anyone selling Voldemort's old stuff on ebay?). But that's probably just because my brain's been a bit off lately (colds do that to me).

Also, I can so see Teddy's nightmare with James doing Lily's hair. No, it wouldn't occur to the sisterless, not-yet-twenty-year-old Teddy that James wouldn't have a clue how to do his sister's hair - or that he wouldn't have a clue that he didn't have a clue.

Hermione used that stuff back at the Yule Ball to get her hair under control. I don't know how it would be on hair-practically-turned-into-knitting, but I'm willing to bet there's some kind of charm or potion for dealing with this (and that Teddy, between the being-a-guy thing and being-a-metamorphmagus thing, is completely unaware of).

sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: March 1st, 2010 06:13 am (UTC) (Link)
I can't see a boy-boy like James offering to do his sister's hair without a sinister ulterior motive, unless it's just that James has attention deficit issues and thinks he can do anything.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 1st, 2010 06:20 am (UTC) (Link)
unless it's just that James has attention deficit issues and thinks he can do anything

I don't know about attention deficit, but he definitely thinks he can do anything, and really ought to be able to take care of all needs of his sister, whether or not it makes any sense.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 1st, 2010 06:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Yup, definite meant that. ;p

I expect that the boys don't know about detangling potions because they're short-haired (and one is a metamorphmagus, who, if all else fails, can just pull his hair back into his head and be bald, then grow it back out tangle-free). Ruthless probably has a perfectly good potion to go with the comb. Though Hermione's was less a detangler than a straightener, as far as I could tell.

is anyone selling Voldemort's old stuff on ebay?

Trying to put a kid through college on fandom's tab. ;p
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: March 1st, 2010 06:10 am (UTC) (Link)
I love the image of Ginny Summoning James bodily from the top of a ladder!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: March 1st, 2010 06:21 am (UTC) (Link)
I think she'd need to learn to do that quickly!
From: daphne_23 Date: March 1st, 2010 01:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yes! Me too! So very Ginny :) Really enjoying this so far.
mcgonagalls_cat From: mcgonagalls_cat Date: March 1st, 2010 08:00 am (UTC) (Link)
You are such a delightful writer!

I got busy with silly old RL and haven't stopped by for quite a while, so this is such a wonderful surprise!

From: tree_and_leaf Date: March 1st, 2010 01:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
I enjoyed this lots, especially the younger kids' perspective on Teddy's tangled relationships...
malinbe From: malinbe Date: March 1st, 2010 02:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Very fun chapter, and nice beggining of a little mystery. The hair incident was great, poor Lily. Silly James.

(And I think, up there you meant that Angelina married George?)

From: (Anonymous) Date: April 3rd, 2010 12:24 am (UTC) (Link)

Bill's kids

I just made up a whole sub-plot in my own head to reconcile your version of Bill's kids with Jo's. (Bcoz I'm a bit weird that way and like everything to fit in neatly, hope u dont mind, atleast I'm gonna pretend it works this way in my head, feel free to borrow the idea if u like).

Okay, and I dont remember in the Fernverse what u did with Gabrielle, but for this to work, she has to be killed off :(
And I hope u havent mentioned anybody's middle names before.

Marie is really Dominique Marie, where she hates her first name ala Nymphadora and insists that her Weasley relatives call her Marie, and when she's on holiday in France which will only be for brief periods naturally, her Delacour grandparents unfortunately, insist on calling her Dominique, bcoz she was named after somebody important named Dominique in France (dunno, someone in their family, Fleur's favorite teacher, the first French woman minister of magic, whatever u like), and she puts up with much reluctance and a lot of teasing/hilarity from her siblings.

Aimee is really not a Weasley by birth at all, but by adoption. Gabrielle gave birth to Aimee, but both Gaby and her fiance died shortly after that fighting against renegade death eaters that were forced to hide in France after they were driven out of Britain by the Dark Lord's fall.
Fleur and Bill are Aimee's godparents and they adopt her legally and on her legal papers etc her name appears as Delacour-Weasley. When Aimee is old enough to understand the details are explained to her and she is presented with Gaby's diary detailing her hopes and fears for her baby etc. However, as she has been used to addressing Fleur/Bill as Maman/Dad
just like her other siblings, she continues to do that. Although there may be moments in her teenage angst when she says "U know, if my real mom was here, she would understand me better" causing hurt to Fleur, or says something similarly hurtful to one of her siblings, for most of the time she is a well-loved and adjusted member of the family, and neither she nor anybody else thinks any differently. She is very much more tight-knit with her family than say Teddy is with the Potters bcoz, she lives there full-time, and that does make a difference. She is not prone to very many bouts of missing her parents etc, as far as she has always known, she has always been first and foremost Bill's favorite little girl. Infact, she doesnt have very much details about her birth dad at all, it was a very whirlwind/secret romance for Gabrielle and her family was mostly in the dark about it until too late. (Possibility of subplot involving Gabrielle's tragic doomed romance, and maybe she dies doing something very courageous, saving a lot of ppl etc, and her last thoughts are about how its a very Gryffindor thing to do and wonders if her daughter will be sorted into Gryffindor when she grows up, coz she knows she is dying and her daughter will go to Hogwarts with Fleur's family, not Beauxbatons).

Artie is again, Arthur Louis, he has been named after both of his grandfathers, (dunno if Mr. Delacour's name is mentioned anywhere differently), but unlike Marie, he is proud of his name, and the way it acknowledges his mixed heritage. Also, he is the first boy born in Fleur's family (I mean her matriarchal line) in generations, kind of like Ginny, and he has a lot of attention showered upon him, whenever he goes to France, by all the myriads of Veela cousins etc. (pampered and has a slightly Percy/Draco-esque sense of self importance - forerunner to him being in Slytherin, if u want to take it in that direction. )

Does it all fit neatly now or do u see any loopholes?
I hope u dont think of me as meddlesome, or interfering with ur work, or anything like that, its just that I love ur work so much, you know for me, your work is equally as canon as Jo's is, and I have this need for both of them to fit together.
- Smitha.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: April 3rd, 2010 12:31 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Bill's kids

Not really the way I see it, but if it makes you happy, everything but Gabrielle dying works--she's in one of the Teddy stories, happily married, and the girls write to her and talk to her a lot.
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