Chapter Thirty-Six:
( harry's birthday )

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DEATH. AN IDEA THAT completely scares majority of the people. It is the end of a life and what makes people fear it is the fact that no one alive knows what it is like to be dead. Spencer finds herself frighten by it as well, but she stares back at it and realizes that death is not something to be entirely wary of. At one point, everyone dies. What happens after death? She does not know. However, death is unstoppable— one day even the most immortal beings will crave it. Mad-Eye Moody and Harry's owl are dead. Whoever they once used to be vanished from the world that they know. Spencer slowly has come to the realization that in the time they are living in, maybe death is not all bad. That perhaps Moody and Hedwig are lucky. War guarantees suffering and pain-struck events that will forever be embedded in the mind. Death gets you out of it.

This is not to say that Spencer wants to die or that it is best for Moody and Hedwig to be gone. No, not good at all. Death does not matter to those that go through it. Nevertheless, it is something that the living do. Those alive watching the ones they love vanish from their view are whose hearts break and changes them completely. They go through every grief possible that makes them challenge who they truly are and it grips their throat tightly making them wonder if they can continue working ahead.

The answer to that wonder? It depends. Every person deals with death differently just like with every other subject there is to know. 

Mad-Eye Moody is not someone Spencer had been close with. He was a mere strong man helping them fight against Voldemort, but she did not know him like how Tonks did or every other Order member. Still, she grieves for him because he was a good man and those small conversations or actions that he has done stuck to her brain.

Spencer pities Ricky. He, unlike her, has a family that he truly loves and knows that they return that sentiment. And yet, her best friend is not with them hiding in France but instead with her. He had to bare the news that someone they know was killed and that she could have also died within that flight. Sometimes, Spencer forgot that in the moment with Voldemort it could have been her last breath— except he did not attack nor kill her. Not for any particular reason, just simple luck in her side. Though, this somehow encouraged Ricky to submit himself with the plan that she, Hermione, Ron, and Harry will be doing.

When he first told her that, she denied his words now realizing it is best for him to stay in the safe hands of the Order members. Spencer could not do much to change his mind, however. He made it clear that this time he would not back down and that he would follow her to hell if that is what it takes. And so, only them five know what they plan to do. The only information Spencer has given Daniel is vague and unclear.

"What do you mean you're not returning to school?" Her brother had asked the day she told him. He was drinking a calming tea to help him relax, files all over his desk with sleep eyes staring right at her. Ever since Mad-Eye died, he spent his time focusing on other topics to let that photographic memory of his to stir away from the older figure. Spencer found it surprising that it worked for him well enough to get him to continue fine.

Spencer gave him half a smile. "Harry has to do something and I promised a long time ago that he would not have to go through it alone. I will be turning seventeen soon and it is my choice to follow him in this situation. School... school will have to wait, plus there is that fact that I used 'under-aged' magic and I don't fancy explaining myself to the Ministry," she explained easily, hoping that her brother would understand why she could not tell him much.

Daniel let the topic go when she told him it was supposed to be kept secret by Dumbledore's orders.

Mrs. Weasley did not take the news well by the looks of it, however. She was already planning on making the kids organize Fleur and Bill's wedding, but she also chose to separate them from their work that they barely had the chance to communicate with one another. Occasionally, Spencer would do sign language or mouth words to Ricky, but Mrs. Weasley caught on and made them work on separate rooms.

The Burrow became the main headquarters. Apparently, for the last past years it used to be Sirius's home place (called the Grimmauld Place's), but Snape knew about it and so they chose to move to the Burrow. This causes for the small house of the Weasleys to be overcrowded. Eating dinner with Order members there became far tight with everyone's arms touching one another. Of course, this did not occur every day and fortunately, only when all the Order members came in to meet.

Still, it does not mean she particularly likes being right on Ricky's lap while eating. They are best friends and she will gladly do anything for him, but it is not really her cup of tea to actually be on top of him. She whispers inaudible words to him occasionally earning a warning glare from Daniel when the two would snicker. Though, their whispers fo not last long when the topic of Mad-Eye is brought up. Spencer stays silent as she overhears them mention that there is no news on his body and his death since Scrimgeour has been wanting to hide behind the truth. For a second, she swears she notices Harry glance down at his hand that had the words 'I must not tell lies'. Her brows furrow and she stares down at hers in recognition.

I must be like Morgana.

The words are still printed and visible in her hand, but they practically have zero meaning to it. Just gazing at it makes her angry at how completely gullible people like Umbridge tend to be and the way Morgana had everyone wrapped around her finger.

"We must decide 'ow you will be disguised, 'Arry," Fleur changes the topic after a while, her English becoming better and a kind smile on her face. "For ze wedding," she adds on when noticing his puzzled expression. "Of course, none of our guests are Death Eaters, but we cannot guarantee zat zey will not let something slip after zey 'ave 'ad champagne."

Mrs. Weasley nods in agreement. It surprises Spencer how the two woman tend to get along now. For the better, she supposes. The young Montague notices her long list of duties to do and she internally groans knowing she will have to help too. "Now, Ron, have you cleaned out your room yet?"

"Why?" Ron exclaims, slamming his spoon down and glaring at his mother. Spencer leans back and silently drinks her pumpkin juice while wanting to see how that works out for him. To her, yelling at her mother would only guarantee her punishment (like no food, clean every inch of the house, have Morgana follow you). Then again, the Weasleys are not cruel like her own. "Why does my room have to be cleaned out? Harry and I are fine with the way it is!"

Calmly, Mrs. Weasley tells him, "We are holding your brother's wedding here in a few days, young man—"

"And are they getting married in my bedroom?" Ron questions furiously. "No! So why in the name of Merlin's saggy left—"

Spencer begins choking in her drink at Ron's exclamation. Ricky quietly snorts in amusement and begins hitting her back to help his friend. Daniel shoots her an unamused glance while the young girl herself returns back to her normal state. When her small distraction came up, Mr. Weasley practically makes Ron swear that he will listen to his mother.

"I can help, some of it's my mess," Harry offers to Ron, except Mrs. Weasley cuts him off immediately.

"No, Harry, dear, I'd much prefer you help Arthur with the chickens. Ricky, would you please help me with the dishes organizations and Spencer, I'd like for you to water the gardens. As for you, Hermione, I'd be ever so grateful if you'd change the sheets for Monsieur and Madam Delacour; you know they are arriving at eleven tomorrow evening," Mrs. Weasley orders all the five kids, giving them a gentle smile. Spencer knows that smile is only on there for tricks. All she wants to do is separate them from talking.

Turns out, the chores did not last very long. Spencer and Ricky along with Hermione find themselves on Ron's room, sitting in the corner of the still messy area. All of them except Ron had done their part in helping around. Spencer does not complain to him about not doing anything, however. She just simply lies her head on Ricky's lap and has a small conversation with Hermione about what they have found. Truth be told, Spencer absolutely adores that Gryffindor girl. She is as brilliant as people can get. Apparently, Hermione found some books about Horcruxes before leaving Hogwarts. Dumbledore had them hidden in his own office, but perhaps after his death, the enchantments died off and Hermione was able to Accio them. When they had time, the two girls would read the books in hopes to realize what they tend to be.

Spoiler: Spencer feels like throwing up after reading about them.

Harry enters the room not much later and blinks confusedly. "How did all three of you— obviously not Ron— manage to get away?"

Hermione glances up at him and gives a short grin. "Mrs. Weasley forgot she told Ginny and I yesterday to change the sheets," the girl answer easily. His attention diverts next to Ricky.

"Daniel was already putting half of them away," Ricky informs him, a thankful smile on his face. Spencer enjoys the fact that her brother and her best friend found themselves liking one another. She hums slightly when Harry stares at her next. "Watering the garden isn't hard work, you know?"

Ron stretches in his own bed and sighs deeply. "You reckon the Death Eaters tidied Mad-Eye or is it possible he made it out alive?"

Spencer begins frowning at his question. She can hear the slight hopefulness in her friend's voice. He does not want to believe that Mad-Eye truly died. Ricky stiffens for a few seconds before relaxing under Spencer's calm fingers fiddling with his hair. Although, she truly wishes that Mad-Eye has not died under the plan they had, no one else would hold the title of surviving the Killing Curse like Harry did at the age of one.

"No one's found him like how Barry Crouch turned into a bone and buried in Hagrid's front yard—" wait, what? Spencer sits straight up and fixes herself beside Ricky, "—they probably transfigured Moody and stuffed him—"

Hermione squeals loudly, "Don't!" Spencer swallows deeply noticing how her friend began bursting into tears. She even notices that Harry, although startled, sits up in hurry to try and reach his friend. Before any of them can try and comfort her, Ron practically flings himself toward Hermione and lets her cry on his shoulder. He fishes through his pockets and gets out a revolting-looking handkerchief. Instead of dumbly giving it to Hermione, the redhead simply casts a cleaning spell on it before handing it over. Spencer would find it adorable if it were not for Hermione's continuous sniffles.

"T-thank you, R-Ron," Hermione, after moments later, hiccups out. "It's just so awful, isn't it? R-right after Dumbledore... I just n-never imagined Mad-Eye dying, somehow, he seemed so tough!"

"It's not about how tough a person is, Hermione. Not in this life," Spencer sighs, letting her eyes wander to the dull and bumpy floor. She feels a lump in her throat, but does no indication in wanting to cry— it just makes her sick thinking that more people will die. More children, more parents, siblings, loved ones... why can't it just stop? All of them silent down for a couple of seconds before Hermione weakly begins separating books in orders of which one they will need or not.

Spencer stares at them interestingly. From the looks of it, Hermione will be planning on taking them with her. Clearly, not all of it, but those that she finds useful. The idea is smart, but Spencer figures she only needs the ones she has not yet read. Every other book is fresh on her mind word-by-word. By now she is used to how visibly she can see every word on her mind whether it is small or not.

"Listen," Harry begins talking, his word in a low tone while staring down at the four of them. Spencer rolls her eyes already hearing the next word come out of his mouth. "I know you said after Dumbledore's funeral you'll come with me—"

"Here he goes," Ron sighs with annoyance. Hermione nods in agreement and then glances back at her hands. "You know, I will take Hogwarts: A History, I know you could remember each word, Spence, but it gives me comfort if you don't mind...?"

Spencer smiles at Hermione. "Take any one you want. It is for you either way," she shrugs uncaringly. Harry huffs at their obvious way of ignoring him and sends them a glare.

"Listen!" Harry exclaims loudly.

Ricky sits up straight and narrows his eyes. "Harry, we're going with you. And that's final," Ricky orders, his eyebrow raise as if daring him to go against his words.

"I mean— are all of you completely sure?" Harry frowns, his eyes wandering to each one of them in complete worry. Spencer lets his word echo inside her mind. Is she sure? Absolutely. The mission they will be doing is outrageous and truth be told, it might lead them to their deathbed. However, ever since Harry told her he is scared to face him alone... she knew then that she would follow him anywhere.

"Harry, I've— we've all packed for days," Hermione begins, slamming down a book with a fierce look. "I've stolen Polyjuice Potion from Mad-Eye's stack. I've modified my p-parents memory's so they can think that their names are Wendell and Monica Welkins and that they want to move to Australia and that they have n-no child! Assuming I survive, I will lift the enchantment, but if I don't— well, I think they'll be safe."

Her eyes begins swimming with tears again and Spencer forces herself to glance away from her friend. She does not have to sacrifice much to head in this journey. Her biological family do not care and she cannot make up an excuse like Ron... Spencer Montague will be force to be classified as a 'runaway' and hunted down like Harry. She will not be able to say anything to Blaise or Theodore about it in case Morgana plans to get their word out of it— and they know that too.

"Like Ricky said, we're going. I told you once that you would not have to do this alone— I'm holding onto that. Daniel knows I won't change my mind. You've known me longer to realize that too," Spencer glares at him, letting her hazel eyes connect with his green ones. What Hermione said about packing is correct. Spencer already has a bag filled with clothes, daily necessities, books, maps, money (muggle and wizard kind, utensils, anything and everything useful. Harry purses his lips defeatedly and slowly nods.

"Plus," Ricky adds in, "Ron already has done something. Show him, Ron."

Ron shakes his head embarrassingly. "Nah, he's just eaten," the boy mumbles out. Spencer smiles softly and urges for him to show him as well. Spencer sees no use in trying to hide herself, but Ron has come up with something brilliant. After some time, Ron finally gives in and went to show Harry what he has done. Spencer gets another book having to do with the Horcruxes and begins reading it carefully.

"When we leave, the ghoul's gonna pretend to be me but with spattergroit. Good, eh?" The redhead grins, though, it slowly begins to fall with Harry's confusion. Spencer and Ricky nod in agreement. "It is! Look, when we five don't turn up at Hogwarts again, everyone's going to think we all went with you— which is obvious, but yeah. This means the Death Eaters will go after our families to see if they got information."

"But hopefully it looks like Ricky and I ran away with our parents to go into hiding," Hermione mentions smartly.

Harry turns to Spencer in curiosity. She raises an eyebrow at him in return. "Oh, I'm not doing anything. My family are Death Eaters, Harry. Daniel can handle himself so they could just assume I'm on the run with you," Spencer maintains. "I'll be turning seventeen soon and if we happen to leave before that I'll make sure to not use magic unless necessary."

Silence follows along after that with Harry finally getting the realization set that his friends will not let him deal with this alone. Her attention diverts back to the book and flips ten pages before Hermione speaks up again.

"Have you decided where we will head first the moment we leave? I know you said you want to go to Godric's Hollow and I understand why, but don't you think there is a possibility that Voldemort is keeping an eye on it?" Hermione questions, continuing to place books on one side and then the other. The question makes Harry wonder to himself and Ron seems to have a different question of his own.

"This R.A.B. person," he starts off slowly, "you know the one who stole the locket...? He said in his note he was going to destroy it, right?"

Harry takes out the letter and fake necklace. "I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can," he repeats the words mentioned in the letter. Spencer furrows her eyebrows curiously as she takes the information that she has read about them. Destroying it is difficult unless you have Basilik or something incredibly powerful. Smashing or cutting it won't help at all. It is unlikely this R.A.B. person destroyed it, but what comforts her is that he at least tried and hid in where Voldemort would not be able to.

Good for him, Spencer thinks to herself.

"How in the name of Merlin's pants did you get your hands on those?" Ron sounding extremely surprised causes Spencer to stare at him. She takes notice that Hermione had pointed in her direction to motion to one of the Horcruxes books. Spencer lifts it up and grimaces.

"Well, I just did a Summoning Charm after his funeral... I have been showing them to Spencer so she could memor— I mean, remember the words in her own mind while I read them," Hermione explains with fluster. While they begin talking about how and why Voldemort would do such thing, Ricky leans forward to take a peek at the book and his face immediately pales.

Spencer scrunches up her nose and nods slowly. "I feel cursed just by reading this, Ricky. It is absolutely horrible," she whispers, swallowing deeply remembering about how unbearable and excruciatingly painful it is.

"How do you put yourself back together?" Harry wonders.

Hermione shares a look with the Ravenclaw. "Remorse," the Gryffindor answers. "You've got to really feel about what you have done and, well, Voldemort doesn't seem like the type."

Before Spencer can reveal how they could try and destroy the Horcruxes they find, there is a knock on the door and then it opens slowly. Daniel's face makes an appearance and he gives the kids an awkward smile. "Uh— can I borrow Spencer?" He questions warmly, one of his eyebrows raised up curiously.

Spencer stands up from her place and gives the four a small wave before slipping in beside Daniel. Her brother ushers her into the porch outside, fiddling with his hand something fragile-looking. He glances at it for a second before placing it away. He keeps his lips into a thin line before slowly saying, "It just occurred to me that... when I was sixteen, my girlfriend died in front of me and during the time of war— everything in my mind somehow became far overwhelming to deal with. You're sixteen and you'll turn seventeen in a couple of weeks. The same thing is occurring right at this moment and your boyfriend didn't die on you, but you have face the fact that Sirius Black and Mad-Eye has..."

She keeps herself quiet knowing he has more to say despite him pausing to gather his thoughts.

"Your mind, Spencer, will be the most helpful and hurtful part of you," Daniel reveals, his eyes staring past hers and into the plants surrounding them. "Remember when I told you that I know how it is to be afraid of your own mind? During that time... it had become increasingly overbearing, but somehow, I push through it. You are one of the strongest and most brilliant person I have met, Spencer. And I know nothing will change your mind in following Harry wherever he is going so I won't stop you, but I want you to remember this: I am incredibly proud of the person you are. Kind, smart, beautiful. You are my sister and... and for you, I am glad to be a Montague."

Her own eyes widen in surprise, letting his words sink in to her soul just thinking about it. And how he just—

"You heard that right," Daniel chuckles softly. He is smiling brightly and kisses her forehead. "For years before, the Montagues were known for their pureblood and wealthiness, but you represent the light in the midst of a dark family. For you, I'm Daniel Montague, an older brother."

Spencer blinks numerous times (trying to hide her watery eyes) and she gently laughs. "You're gonna make me cry," she admits nervously, letting her head turn away from his.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, I'm still smarter," Daniel teases with a small smirk.

She rolls her eyes and gives him a raised eyebrow. "I'll prove you wrong soon enough," Spencer challenges. Their attention goes toward a redhead man who makes his way toward them with an easy grin.

"Hello, Spencer," Charlie Weasley beams at her, his hand swiftly running through his locks of red hair. She is surprise to find that Mrs. Weasley has not cut it... yet. It is a matter of time before she somehow finds a way to do it. Probably by threatening him, nonetheless.

Despite not wanting to, Spencer feels the slightest blush appear on her cheeks— yeah, let's not tell Blaise about that, she thinks to herself as she responds back quietly. Daniel gapes his mouth at her and then ends up laughing loudly. Charlie sends him an odd look before grinning at her knowingly.

"Ignore your brother. He's just ignoring how good-looking I truly am," Charlie smirks, sending a flirtatious wink toward Daniel. Spencer stifles her own laughter knowing how any sign of flirtation would make him flustered. As suspected, her brother's cheeks blushes. Spencer then gasps and stares at Charlie excitedly.

"So, how is it working with dragons?" She wonders with enthusiasm, completely falling into the trap of continuous rambling coming from both her and the redhead. Daniel glances at them with an amused smile, leaning back on his space as he listened to the two of them (while occasionally putting in his own marks) blabber on.

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FOR THE LONGEST TIME, Spencer struggled trying to find the right present for Harry. Last year she gave him a bracelet similar to the one she wears now. This time she hopes he will enjoy the gift more than not. Having wake up early than anyone else, she is quick to begin making breakfast knowing it is a full house nowadays. Madam and Monsieur Delacour along with their youngest, Gabrielle have arrived not too long ago. Immediately upon arriving, the younger Delacour hugged the life out of Spencer and Ricky having remembering them from their fourth year at Hogwarts when helping Fleur out (in school grounds and in the tournament). Spencer figures making Harry a 'Happy Birthday' breakfast along with the normal ones for everyone else would be benevolent.

The young Montague raises an eyebrow in surprise when noticing Charlie entering the kitchen room. The second oldest Weasley grins as his greeting and wanders next to her. Taking in how she is making breakfast, he offers some help and does not let a kind 'no' take as his answer— although, he also warned her that he would help in organizing since the most he can do is make food for dragons.

"So, uh," Charlie begins talking, easily washing the dishes that Spencer would no longer use. His arms bulky and veins visibly appearing indicating the muscles he has. Burns and scratches surrounds them, some appear fresh others empty scars. She continues stirring the mix for pancakes and glances at him curiously while wondering what he has to say. "Your brother... does he— um, travel much? Like to Romania, or other countries apart from the states?"

Spencer pauses for a couple of seconds letting the question linger in her mind. Then, a small smirk takes over her face as she answers, "Not necessarily. Why? Are you interested in him?" Her eyes widen excitedly and for a split second forgets about the breakfast. That is until the egg she has on the stove begins whizzing silently and she moves it around to get them scrambled.

Charlie lets his cheeks blossom the same shade as his hair. "Just asking for future references. He is not bad in the eye, however," the dragon-lover answers quickly, letting his smile slightly grimace at his own words. Spencer only gives him a knowing grin and continues working on the breakfast. She swears she heard him mumble 'Merlin, I'm an idiot' over and over again. Charlie is the same age as Tonks making him nine years younger than Daniel. Tonks and Remus still have the highest age gap with thirteen years since Remus is four years older than Daniel. And there is an age difference with Daniel and Charlie, but her brother has not necessarily loved anyone else apart from Estela so she truly hopes that one day he will find someone. And if that person turns out to be Charlie, she definitely would not mind.

Speak of the devil, about ten minutes later of small chatters going among them and whatnot, her brother enters the kitchen with his bed hair. Curls rests on his forehead having clearly not done his hair. Somehow, he still appears young and youthful. Taking a look at him now, there tends to be quite some similarities between their father and him— small curls, same eye color, tall in size. It reminds her to when she first notice him back at Christmas in her fifth year. The reason he seemed so familiar to her was because of their father.

"Good morning," he greets warmly, smiling at the two figures helping out.

Spencer smirks to herself letting the redhead return the words back to him. She focuses on the pancake being especially made for Harry and tilts her head in wonder. Having decorated with icing to comment 'Happy Birthday' and fruit on the side (she has to somehow balance the two). Mrs. Weasley and a few others begins heading down and the elder woman gasps in surprise. She then takes over the cooking allowing for Spencer to finish Harry's breakfast for the meantime. Monsieur Delacour begins eating his own with Bill (the two seem to be getting along well).

When she hears Harry and Ron head down to the table, Spencer brightens up immediately and starts heading with his breakfast all in both her hands. She passes by Hermione and Ricky (the two of them by the stack of presents for Harry) and happily calls out, "Harry!"

The green-eyed boy stares at her in surprise and quizzically. "What've you got there?" Ron questions for him hungrily.

Spencer rolls her eyes. "Yours is in the kitchen waiting to be served, but this is yours, Harry," she answers, smiling brightly at the end toward her friend. Ron grumbles something about wanting one like his while trudging toward the kitchen. Harry helps her place it down on the table and he grins gracefully.

"Thank you!" Harry exclaims, giving her a hug the moment her hands were free. Spencer returns the favor before raising up her finger to tell him to wait a couple of more. She heads to the side and grabs a wrapped gift before heading back to him.

"I got you this too," she starts off slowly, letting him unwrap it carefully. His eyebrows raise in surprise when he takes out a new pair of round glasses. They somehow look closer to the ones his father wore in the pictures Hagrid gave him years ago. Harry takes the one he has on and then carefully puts on the new ones. He blinks numerous times before smiling widely. "They're clearer!"

Spencer chuckles in amusement and fixes them by putting his hair slightly to the side. "I notice you have a tendency to get into loads of trouble and while you can magic up your glasses, these are already enchanted. It has a better prescription and it changes depending on the intensity your eyes need. Daniel also charmed them for me, since I can't legally do magic, so they are unbreakable," she explains quietly, unsure if he truly enjoys his gift or not.

Harry, noticing her doubtful appearance, wraps her in his embrace once more. "Thank you," he mumbles warmly.

Ricky comes out all filled up and goes beside Spencer. She lets Harry eat his own breakfast while she accompanies Ricky to the couch. The two Ravenclaws sit beside each other where Spencer rests her head on his shoulder and Ricky lets his legs rest on top of hers.

"How'd you come up with the glasses idea?" Ricky questions, letting his arms wrap around her shoulders. She seems to find it familiar how the two of them always are close— almost like if they are back at Hogwarts in the Ravenclaw dormitory. Sometimes, Anthony would sit with them and interfere in their conversation (and he is quite hilarious too!), but usually the two of them hung out by themselves since most knew the two are inseparable. It is easy finding Ricky with Spencer and vice versa.

"Remus showed me a picture of the 'Marauders' which is what James Potter, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, and him would call themselves. Harry's father had these round glasses and I found some more similar to them than the ones Harry had," she tells him honestly. It surprise her how young and happy all four of them had appeared in the picture. Sure, Remus had some scars and wore down, but even then his eyes seem to glisten with mischief.

Ricky widens his eyes and grins. "Let's take a picture! We've already got one with everyone else, but just the two of us," Ricky mentions, standing up to grab the camera the Weasleys had around. Spencer laughs at his excitement before waiting for him to reappear. He holds up the magical camera and grins widely as beside him stands Daniel looking slightly amused.

"I brought a cameraman," Ricky whispers to her, letting his arm casually wrap around her again. She snickers in amusement before noticing that Daniel already clicked on the camera and instantly grins toward it. He gives them a thumbs up and calls for a second one. However, the next one is completely ambushed by familiar twins apparating beside the two of them causing Ricky and Spencer to jump in surprise— the latter letting out a small yelp of surprise. Two more clicks are heard.

Daniel heads to them and shows them four different moving pictures. The first one is where Ricky and her are laughing in the beginning before posing right before it ends. Next is them actually being prepared and barely moving. The other two is Fred and George appearing just in time to take it with their surprise expression and the last is all four of them laughing.

Spencer turns toward the twins and stares at George in concern. His head—most specifically the ear part of it— is wrapped in a white bandage. Is he even suppose to be apparating? She voices her thoughts toward him in question.

George grins at her amusingly. "Definitely not, but I could not help myself," he exclaims dramatically.

"Idiot," she mumbles loud enough for him to hear. Big mistake when he begins tickling her nonstop and she tumbles down to the floor with a thud. Daniel leaves to his guest room and tells Spencer to meet him in a few (which most likely means later on). All three of them continue conversing (they have no clue for how long) until they hear another dramatic Weasley shout in fake despair.

"My hair!" Charlie Weasley cries out, getting out of a room with his hair shorter than it had been in the morning. The twins begin snickering at their brother's haircut. Daniel reenters the living room at the sudden commotion and furrows his brows while staring at the redhead. Charlie instantly quietens down and pats Daniel's arm with an unfortunate sigh. "Mother just wanted to embarrass me in front of you," he tells him solemnly, shaking his head sadly.

Daniel frowns in confusion, but before he can ask what he means, Charlie leaves the room to cry off to another person about being disgraced off his nature-look. Spencer widens her eyes in surprise and then shares a look with Ricky, George, and Fred. "My brother isn't too bright, is he?"

Ricky snorts and exposes, "When it comes to romance, your intelligent diverts to negative zero—"

"Negative zero doesn't exist—"

"Exactly," Ricky triumphantly comments. His words make Fred let out a laugh. "Three galleons that Daniel and Charlie get together faster than Blaise and Spencer," Fred bets, raising an eyebrow toward Ricky.

Ricky rolls his eyes. "No, I'm with you on that one despite Daniel being oblivious right now," he tells him. Fred turns to his brother with his hand out and George finds himself grinning in agreement.

"You're on," George shakes his brother's hand.

Daniel clears his throat and all their attention suddenly goes to him. They seem to have forgotten he is still in the room and is listening to each of their words. Even then, the words do not manage to pass through that overwhelming head of his. Spencer sighs in disappointment and shakes her head.

"You'll figure it out someday," she comforts him.

"Right..." he trails off awkwardly before gazing at her seriously. It is then she realizes that he holds something in his hands. "I was hoping to—"

Spencer nods before he finishes. "Yeah, alright," she shrugs, blowing a kiss to her friends before following her brother to the guest room where he sleeps. Daniel quietly closes the door to get some privacy before revealing a small box. He opens up the case and a fragile-looking ring is visible. A red heart imprinted right on the front of it. It is silver and gentle... beautiful.

"This used to be Estela's," Daniel reveals, smiling sadly as his fingers sweep by it. He glances down at it with a look of remembrance before expanding more on it, "She used to tell me that whenever I feel lost... to look down at this ring and remember to find my way back home. Es... she gave this to me when we first began dating and I had to go back to Hogwarts. I think I've found a permanent home now."

"I was planning on giving this to you on your birthday, but seeing as I don't know when you're planning to leave... I figured giving this now won't hurt," Daniel hands it over, gazing at it softly. Spencer smiles lightly and tightens her hold on it. She knows how much it must mean to him if he is giving her something of Estela. His first girlfriend, first love, first everything... This is him choosing to let go part of her and planning on slowly moving on. A big step to finally letting himself get better.

She flings her arms around him and his head finds a way to snuggle on her shoulder comfortingly. "I swear Daniel, if you make me cry..." she warns quietly, separating from him when he begins chuckling.

"Wouldn't dream of it, little sister," Daniel huffs out, ruffling her hair for a few seconds before motioning for her to leave the room.

By seven o'clock, Harry's small birthday party had been set up. A large table is placed outside by the garden having it be clear for the amount of people there. Spencer sits beside Ron and Ricky and lets the redhead help her put back the necklace Blaise gave her. She took it off only to place Estela's ring with it since she figures having it on her finger would be too much.

"Is it on good?" Ron questions, his head tilts to the side when Spencer stares back at him. She nods enthusiastically and gives him a short thanks. He goes on to continue complimenting the ring and necklace, even letting the words 'Blaise is warming up to me!' come out of his mouth. The three of them stare at the cake longingly (it is shape as a snitch), but wait patiently while Mr. Weasley takes a bit longer to arrive.

Suddenly, a bright streak of light comes flying across the yard and onto the table where it resolves into a bright silver weasel (isn't that ironic?) and it speaks with Mr. Weasley's voice, "Minister of Magic coming with me."

What? Spencer realizes she is not the only one appearing surprise by the information. Remus and Tonks stand up from the seat and gets ready to leave. The werewolf gives a small and weak smile to Harry as he tells him, "We shouldn't be here. I'll explain next time—"

He leaves rather quickly with his hand holding Tonks's. The two disappear from sight the second they reach over the fence where the barrier no longer holds. Only those two leave while everyone else just simply share a look of confusion. The Minister—

A few seconds later, Mr. Weasley appears in their view with a familiar man by his side. Spencer lets her smile fall from her face as she glares at the Minister. She just cannot help it! The Ministry is something she so dearly despises at the moment and with Voldemort on the rise, she only figures it will only worsen. Though, this time the man appears far older than he had last been. For a moment she remembers about the former Minister and then scrunches up her nose in disgust.

"I require a private word with you, Mister Potter," Scrimgeour speaks up, letting his eyes linger at the giant Snitch cake and then right at Harry's eyes. Spencer raises her eyebrows softly when he then briefly glances at her. "Also with Mister Ronald Weasley, Miss Hermione Granger, and Miss Spencer Montague."

Her? "Us?" Ron widens his eyes in surprise, pointing at the girl beside him. Spencer glances at Ricky with wide eyes and he innocently shrugs not knowing why either. The Minister gives them a sharp nod and then stares at the Weasleys.

"Is there a place more private?" Scrimgeour questions Mr. Weasley, letting his eyes fall to the tall man sitting beside Charlie and an empty seat where Remus was sitting moments before. He stares at her brother quizzically before turning his attention to the older red haired man.

Mr. Weasley nods nervously. "The, er, sitting room," he answers uncomfortably. Spencer notices how he stares at his wife with a worried expression not knowing why the Minister is there either. Well, they were about to figure it out, Spencer thinks to herself. She gives her a brother a small assuring nod before standing up and following the others back in the house. Was it possible he knew they were not...? She grabs Ron's hand nervously and finds herself slowly calming down as he easily finds a way to comfort her.

The Minister makes them sit all bundled up together in the sofa waiting for him to speak. Spencer finds herself in the edge of it with Ron practically on top of her, Hermione almost on top him, and Harry— well, you get the point. The youngest one of the four eyes Scrimgeour with distaste, noticing his grizzled hair and scraggy, grim face. She figures he knows that she does not like him by how he avoids her glance and focuses primarily on the other three. There is just something about Ministry workers that gets on her nerves and it is meant to be specified on those working right for the Minister (yes, she is talking about Dolores Umbridge!) and not those minimum paid workers or the Aurors (actually, it is just Tonks and Kingsley she likes).

"I would like to question all of you individually—"

Harry immediately cuts him off with a scoff. "We're not going anywhere," he makes it clear, raising an eyebrow that Spencer swears is meant to be threateningly. "Speak to us together, or leave."

"Very well then," Scrimgeour states with a bitter smile. He glares at all of them hotly. "I am here, as I'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's Will."

What? Spencer turns to Ron wondering if he had a clue on what the man is about to go on about. He does not. Neither do the other two. The Minister notices their shock and his lips curl with fascination. "Ah, so you don't know. You were not aware Dumbledore left you anything?"

When he says 'you' it is not just directed at Harry. Spencer realizes that the moment he let his eyes wander to all four of them with suspicion. Dumbledore left her something? Why would he do that? She barely even spoke to the man before his death— only once in her sixth-year! Once. Somehow he still chose to leave something behind. It just has to be a joke. Right?

Spencer does not stop from an amused laugh to escape her throat. Scrimgeour stares at her curiously and chins up while narrowing his eyes. She lets her laughter fade away slowly when it comes to her that maybe this not a joke? Even Ron appears surprise by it, but she can understand him. Her? Not so much. Silence follows after her laughter dies out and she clears her throat awkwardly.

"You're— uh, not kidding?" Spencer presses on the topic, letting her fingers fiddle with Ron's hands. They are cold and clammy, plainly obvious that he does not tend to be the 'comforting' one or even the 'touching' type. He does not let go, however, and instead allows her to ease her nervousness.

"No, Miss Montague, I am not 'kidding'," Scrimgeour repeats distastefully. Before Spencer could question why Dumbledore would do such thing, Harry cuts in.

"Dumbledore died over a month ago. Why has it taken so long?" Harry questions suspiciously, glaring daggers at the older man. He did not like how he responded toward Spencer. Scrimgeour does not even get to answer the question as Hermione intervenes. "They wanted to examine whatever he left for us. Which, by the way, you had no right!"

The Minister scoffs at her words. "I had every right! The Decree for Justificable—"

"The Decree for Justificable Confiscation gives the Ministry the power to confiscate the contents of a will to stop wizards from passing dark ratifícate which means that this wizard would have to be known for using them in the first place," Spencer interrupts him coldly, arching an eyebrow as if daring the man to go against her true words. She should know since she has read the books herself. Scrimgeour clenches his jaw in annoyance.

"I thought the Ministry were suppose to have powerful evidence that it was illegal before seizing them? Did you think Dumbledore was trying to pass us something curse?" Hermione adds in with defiance.

"Are you two trying to follow a career in Magical Law?" Scrimgeour asks, narrowing his eyes at the two girls. Spencer scoffs as her answer while Hermione crosses her arms and exclaims, "No, I am not! I'm hoping to do some good in the world."

Spencer snorts in amusement while the boy beside her does not bother to hide his laugh. The Minister glares at the redhead before his expression turns more serious and he leans toward him. "Would you say you were close to Dumbledore, Ronald?" He questions in suspicion.

Ron stops laughing and widens his eyes. "Well, no, not really... he was always closer to Harry..." Ron stammers through his words before noticing the warning glances coming from the others. Scrimgeour seems to have expected this answer and then turns to Spencer. "What about you, Miss Montague?"

She shifts in her seat uncomfortably. "No. We've only talked a few times," she answers honestly. Spencer does not know why Dumbledore would leave her something. Even if it is something to help Harry, why did he give it to her? She makes sure to not ask the questions to the Minister, however. He is far too greedy for answers to receive them.

"And what did you talk about?" Scrimgeour leans closer to her, tilting his head sideways.

"Detention," Spencer responds vaguely. Actually, it was more about Morgana being a Death Eater and his odd words that to this day linger in her mind. She begins to believe it had to do with Theodore since when the darkness fully came he made his choice to help. Either way, she knows how odd of a person Dumbledore had been. The Minister does not seem please with her answer, but instead takes out a scroll and bag from his robes.

He unrolls the parchment before reading aloud, "'The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore'," the man starts off. Spencer scrunches up her nose in full surprise and forces herself not to laugh at how big of a name Dumbledore had. "Here we are... 'To Spencer Montague, I leave my pocket watch, in the hope that she will continue to tell time and let the stars guide her through the night.'"

Scrimgeour takes out a small circular device and opens it up to have a glance at it one last time before handing it to Spencer. She takes it carefully and notices the familiar symbols, numbers, and planetary movements. It takes her a moment before she finally takes note of the time. She does not tried to read for any more details in case something comes up. The Minister stares at her in suspicion and then asks her what it says.

Spencer raises her eyebrow and tells him, "The time... it is eight o'four." The older man takes a look at his own normal watch before nodding sharply to indicate that she is correct. Ron leans in and takes a look, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion having no clue how she figured that out.

"'To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it,'" Scrimgeour continues, taking out another object that appears like a silver cigarette lighter. He leans forward and passes it to Ron who takes it with surprise and turns it over. "That is a valuable object, unique even. Why would he have left you this?"

Ron swallows deeply confused and shrugs unknowingly. Scrimgeour narrows his eyes and questions, "Why would he give you this Deluminator?"

"To put out lights, I suppose," Ron smartly responds, his voice still seemingly in shock. The Minister squints at the two who have earned their objects and then glances back at the scroll.

"'To Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive,'" the Minister sighs out, practically rolling his eyes by the time he takes out the familiar children's book and hands it to Hermione. Spencer almost stiffens at the sight of it before forcing herself to appear normal. It could not be a coincidence that she once told Daniel about this book, right? Dumbledore did not know about their investigation regarding Ollivander's disappearance, but perhaps he had his own lead on something else? Or knew something others did not? She bites back her tongue to keep a void expression on her face and makes sure she does not bring her hands up to her chin.

Scrimgeour stares at Hermione in wonder. "Why did he give you this book?"

Hermione is almost in tears, rubbing her eyes to try and stop them from coming out. Spencer scowls at the Minister and defends her, "Can't you give her a break? She likes book, so what it? Don't tell me there is a Decree of Types-of-Books-You-Can-Read!"

She high-pitched her tone to make it sound like how Umbridge used to. They all seem to notice who she is impersonating and while her friends let half a smile grow on their face, the Minister glares at her.

"'To Harry James Potter, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill,'" Scrimgeour finishes off reading the scroll, taking out a familiar Golden Snitch from the bag. Before handing it over to Harry, he raises an eyebrow and asks again, "Why did he leave you this snitch?"

Harry shrugs. "No idea. I suppose for that reminder you just told me," he sasses, holding out his hand patiently.

Spencer makes an annoyed face and steps in before the man could ask anything more, "Harry became one of the few who was accepted in the Gryffindor Quidditch team in his first year at Hogwarts. Not many are chosen immediately and have to wait until their second year to try out. If you have not notice, he is the Captain of his team, he enjoys playing Quidditch which is why Mrs. Weasley kindly made the cake that form... anything else that I am missing here?"

Scrimgeour clenches his jaw before sneering, "Yes, actually." He pats his suit for a few seconds before continuing, "I can clearly see that he thoroughly enjoys Quidditch. Except, Miss Montague, you have forgotten that a Snitch would be a very good hiding spot for a small object. You know why I'm sure?"

The young Montague internally makes a look of realization knowing what he means. Though, she stays silent and is thankful that Hermione steps in and reveals, "Because Snitches have flesh memories."

"Correct," Scrimgeour acknowledges. "A Snitch is not touched by any other member except the seeker. This Snitch will remember your touch, Potter. It occurs to me that Dumbledore might have enchanted this Snitch so it would open to you only."

Spencer bites her lip nervously. Everything the older man said is completely true and it definitely sounds like a Dumbledore move to have it be that way. Does that mean whatever is inside will be revealed to the Minister? She dearly hopes not.

"Take it," Scrimgeour demands. Harry, who appears slightly nervous, holds out his hand and grabs the Snitch. Spencer feels her breath freeze the moment it connects.

Nothing happens.

All four of them gaze at it with interest and it stays completely still. Harry raises an eyebrow at the Minister and coolly comments, "That was dramatic."

Hermione shifts in her seat so she can stand up. "So, that is all then?"

Scrimgeour glowers at the kids appearing furious by now. "Not quite," he continues in his drawling voice. "Dumbledore left you a second bequest, Potter."

"What is it?" Harry questions excitedly. If it were not for the situation they were currently in, Spencer would have laugh at his innocent expression.

However, what the Minister says next shocks her to the core. "The Sword of Gryffindor," he reveals bitterly. Spencer gapes at the man in complete disbelief and she does not need to turn to the others to know they are doing the same thing. Now wait until she tells Ricky this...

"Unfortunately, that sword was not Dumbledore's to give away. It is an important artifact and as such it belongs—"

"To Harry! It chose him, he was the one to have found it from the Sorting Hat—" Hermione tries arguing, anger covering her brown eyes.

"According to historical sources, the sword appears to any worthy Gryffindor. This does not make it so Dumbledore could give it away to whomever he wants," Scrimgeour interrupts coldly. "Why do you think—"

"— Dumbledore wanted to give me the sword?" Harry clenches his jaw obviously holding in his anger. "Maybe he thought it would look good on my wall."

"This is not a joke, Potter," growls Scrimgeour, his eyes raging red while staring down at them. "Was it because Dumbledore believed that only the sword of Godric Gryffindor could defeat the Heir of Slytherin? Did he wish to give you that sword because he believed that you are the one destined to destroy He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?"

"Interesting theory," Harry starts off lightly. "Has anyone ever tried sticking a sword in Voldemort? Maybe the Ministry should put people on that instead of wasting time trying to unravel some curse in these objects or covering up mass breaks from Azkaban. So, this is what you've been doing instead? Shut up in your office still trying to demonize the dead elder wizard? People are dying— I was nearly one of them— Voldemort chased me across three counties, he killed Mad-Eye Moody, but there is absolutely no word about any of that from the Ministry! And you still expect us to cooperate with you?"

"You go too far!" Scrimgeour shouts. He limps toward Harry and jabs him hard in the chest with the point of his wand; it singes a hole in Harry's T-shirt like a lot cigarette. Spencer gasps horrified by the man's actions while Ron raises his wand against the Minister to defend his friend.

"You old b—"

"No! You don't want him to arrest you!" Harry brings down Ron's wand and gives him a look of warning. Spencer scowls at the Minister in annoyance and anger— who is he to barge in the Burrow with no motive except wanting answers that they could not give him?

"Remembered you're not at school, have you?" Scrimgeour asks, breathing hard into Harry's face. "That I am not Dumbledore? You may wear that scar like a crown, but it is not up to a seventeen-year old to tell me how to do my job! It is time you learned respect!"

"It's time you earned it," Harry snaps back all the same.

Spencer does not bother stifling her laugh and instead smirks proudly at her friend's words. Scrimgeour allows for his face to glow completely red. The floor seems to tremble and a few seconds later, the door bursts open and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley enter in the room with a worried look.

"We— we thought we heard—" Mr. Weasley began, his eyes widen in disbelief while noticing how the Minister and Harry were nose to nose.

"— raises voices," Mrs. Weasley pants, leaning on her husband with the same alarmed expression. Scrimgeour takes a few steps back from Harry with his face flush in embarrassment and perhaps still in anger.

"It was nothing," he growls out. "I... regret your attitude. We ought to be working together, not apart."

Harry glares at him surely. "I don't like your methods, Minister. Remember?" Spencer watches in slight awe as the boy raises his fist and just while she thinks he is going to punch him, he only shows him the printed words on his skin making hers tingle in familiarness. The Minister's face hardens and then turns away without another word. Mrs. Weasley follows him and then a few second lates announces that he left.

Spencer releases a breath of relief and stands up from her seat. She lets the pocket watch that Dumbledore gifted her go inside her pockets before all of them returned back to the small dinner party outside. The Delacours and rest of the Weasleys were waiting patiently. Daniel glances up immediately and raises his eyebrow questioningly wondering what the meeting was about which is basically the same thing Ricky is thinking about too.

"Shall I serve dinner now?" Mrs. Weasley mentions after everyone is seated down.

After the party is over and everyone is far too full that it gets them sleepy, the five kids go up to the attic room with Hermione and Spencer making sure they do not wake Ginny up. Spencer heads beside Ricky while taking out the pocket watch and the others take out their own gifts— apart from Ricky, of course. He stares at the objects in interest and sits down first allowing for everyone else to follow.

Ron holds up his Deluminator and presses on it. The solidarity lamp they had on lit went out at once. He presses it again and the light returns. Spencer purses her lips carefully. Yeah, she thinks to herself. She has no clue why Dumbledore gave him that. Hermione seems to have the same thought, but they both had to admit it is pretty cool.

"Surely this must mean something other than the use of lights?" Spencer mentions curiously. "I mean— Dumbledore made it himself so I figure it probably has some hidden clue."

"Well, that man was brilliant and yet extraordinary odd. Leaving Harry that old Snitch? What the hell was that all about?" Ron snorts in amusement, gesturing to the tiny golden ball in Harry's hand. Ricky watches the ball in slight awe before shrugging.

Hermione nods in agreement. "I was so sure something was going to happen!"

Harry grins at his friends. "I wasn't going to try hard in front of him," he tells them mysteriously. He raises his finger telling them to wait before he presses his mouth to the Snitch. Spencer makes a look of realization. Although, she had not been friends with any of them in their first year, Spencer still recalls when Harry nearly swallowed the golden ball in his first game. It just happens to be one of those moments you definitely cannot forget had happened to someone.

However, the Snitch does not open and disappointment lingers in the air. Up until Hermione cries out, "Writing! There is writing in the back!"

Harry nearly drops the golden snitch before turning it over and reading the words, "I open at the close." Spencer lets the word echo in her head, but to no avail. Those are completely new and mysterious as always. Perhaps one day Harry will figure it out, but until then she knew they are completely baffled.

"And the sword?" Ron changes the topic after some thought.

Spencer raps her chin curiously. "I'm thinking it could have been used as a Horcrux destroyer," she confesses, waving her hand as if she were holding the sword and cutting something open.

"Actually, it could be," Ricky agrees, his eyes staring around the attic in thought. The others seem to not find the idea crazy, but they do not linger on it.

"And what about the book?" Hermione questions confusedly. Spencer finds herself surprise that only her and Ron seem to recognize it.

"You're kidding, right?" Ron laughs lightly before stopping as he notices their dumb-founded expressions. "You haven't heard of the book?"

Hermione, Harry, and Ricky shake their head immediately. "No, what is it?"

Ron shares a look with Spencer before telling them, "It's a children's fairytale book! Our parents used to read them to us when we were kids."

Well, not her parents, but she did read them, Spencer notes to herself.

"Except this one is the original," Spencer connects immediately, noticing the old runes that she only knows because of her own studying. It would make sense for Hermione to know more of it since she took Ancient Runes for the whole year while Spencer learned it herself. Seeing as this is the original story... perhaps there is more to it not described in the children's version. "You remember how I told you Daniel and I were investigating what happened to Ollivander, Harry?"

Harry nods slowly and tilts his head in confusion. Spencer gently grabs the book from Hermione's hand and admires it. "Well, I have the children's one. There is where I found the word 'Eld'. I told Daniel about my theory but he did not seem so sure of it. Perhaps it is of importance, however. For Ollivander to go missing with 'eld' as our main clue and Dumbledore giving Hermione this book? There is something definitely important in all of our objects."

"What about yours then?" Ricky motions to the pocket watch. Spencer returns the book to Hermione and opens up the watch.

She stays silent and narrows her eyes down at the watch. Spencer could already tell time with this, but what did Dumbledore mean? Her own mind continues to unravel the symbols, planets, letters, and numbers trying to find a pattern in the system. If to tell time is this way... then maybe... Spencer taps her chin in deep thought and lets her free hand swipe over the small screen. With the simple touch of her hand, the watch suddenly has its hands swirl around in two circles before having a completely different time than it should be.

"Uh, what just happened?" Ricky questions from beside her.

Spencer frowns. "It changed when I touched it..."

"Have you touched it before, Spencer?" Hermione asks with a thoughtful look.

"One time he told me to tell the time with this," she answers simply. Hermione nods in understanding and offers, "What if he did the same to you as he did to Harry? Let the clue finally hit when you touched it seeing as you once did?"

"Man, I am incredibly sorry for this, but fuck, Dumbledore is filled with riddles, isn't he?" Ron groans, rubbing his face with his hands in exasperation. No one disagrees with him seeing as he is telling the truth.

Instead of answering him, Spencer glares at the watch in interest. Her mind continues putting some clues together, mixing them, rearranging them, everything of the sort before she finds something odd.

"The small hand is no longer moving," Spencer realizes. Hermione leans forward and gazes down at it with a frown, "You're right," she acknowledges confusedly.

"What does that mean?" Ricky rubs his temple, already laying down on his bed as if all this thinking tired him.

Spencer furrows her brows. "I think... they're... days?" She hears their interested mumbling and ignores it as she tries a different way to get her set of numbers. The symbol here represents beth which is 2... the planets is motioning to Uranus which is the seventh one from the sun... and using mathematical proportions then using the natural log formula of the numbers represented then that last number is... 5?

"Days? What do you mean?" Ron repeats with his face scrunched up.

Spencer exhales in defeat. "I have no utter clue, but I may have found the numbers."

"What?" Harry wonders loudly.

"Two hundred seventy-five," she answers unsurely. The rest of them blink in confusion.

Ricky clears his throat and sits up from his spot. "Two hundred seventy-five? I don't get it..."

Ron claps his hands together and sighs disappointedly. "Yeah, me neither. Though, I think it is best if we go back to sleep since tomorrow is finally the 'big day'."

Spencer puts the pocket watch away and gasps in surprise. "The wedding!" She exclaims happily, smacking Hermione's arm. The older girl hisses in pain before glaring at her.

Ron and Harry share a similar look before smirking at her. "Oh, we know you're not excited about Bill and Fleur getting married," the boys teases carefully. Hermione laughs at Spencer's embarrassed expression. Ricky, however, does not join in the fun with his face the same as Spencer's. And while the boys stay in the room to sleep, Hermione and Spencer find themselves sneaking back to their own room for a restful sleep.

(For tomorrow will be the big day and familiar faces will manage to make an appearance).

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
anyway, next chapter is the wedding !
blaise and theo are gonna make an
appearance 🥰💖

hey, this chapter is so long and for what