Harry Potter and the Green-Flame Torch

Ceasar stayed in for the night as he had drank too much. When he went for breakfast, he was a given a green drink that instantly got rid of all of his headaches.
‘The others will join you shortly at breakfast, sir.’ Sloppy informed him ‘They says you should get started.
Ceasar heeded him and got started on his food, when in walked Torch, freshly showered. Her wet hair was a bit messy, and she was wearing a sleeveless, low cut, white cotton top with a pair of jeans (picture:http://www.explosivebollywood.com/gif/Movie/Aishwarya_Rai.jpg [/URL] ) Ceasar choked on his maple syrup waffle. Torch ignored him and addressed Sloppy instead.
‘I’m going out for a ride. Tell Sirius that I’ve borrowed his motorbike.’ She said putting on a black leather jacket and tying her hair back. Ceasar watched her and then called out to her ‘Look, I know that you don’t like me much, but please, at least try to look a bit cheerful for our Christmas party on this Monday.’
Torch gave him a withering look but otherwise said nothing.
*

When Torch came back, Ceasar and Dumbledore were gone.
‘Well I see that you’ve made a friend.’ Sirius said greeting her in the drawing room.
‘What friend?’
‘I saw you and Mr Hotshot together last night, outside.’
‘Oh that. Its nothing, he was just sucking up to me last night, saying how sorry he was for publishing that article. As if, that makes any difference!'
‘Be careful, I heard that he is a random womanizer-’
‘What’s that!’ Torch suddenly exclaimed pointing at the stone basin that he was holding-it looked very familiar.
‘It’s Dumbledore’s Pensive.’ He said climbing up the stairs. Torch stared at it.
‘I know what you’re thinking Torch.’ Sirius said warningly. ‘Don’t even think about it.’
Torch smirked. ‘Whatever you say.’ She said.

That night, Torch silently crept up to Harry’s room and holding his mouth shut, woke him up.
‘Whassup?’ he said groggily as he sat up rubbing his eyes.
‘Come on. I want to show you something.’
The two of them crept silently up the stairs and Torch tried to fill him up as much as she could.
‘This way!’ she hissed as Harry meant to enter Sirius’s room. She steered away until they were facing a cupboard on the wall. Torch opened it. There was nothing inside, but she hardly seemed to care and started pressing the inner walls with her hand. A few seconds later, it gave away.
‘This is it!’ she said breathlessly as she pulled her hands and out came with it the Pensive.
Silvery white contents were swirling and ebbing within. Torch poked it with the end of her wand. Instantly, the smoke swirled faster until it formed an image.
The two of them watched as the Pensive relived the meeting between them and Ceasar the other night. It wasn’t much to be honest. Ceasar was mainly repeating the parts what he had told them earlier and in return, Dumbledore and the others filled him up information’s that he might’ve thought was useful, but in fact, those information only brushed the surface.
‘So Mr Hotshot isn’t being feed the real scoops, huh? Pretty ironic, don’t you think? C’mon, lets see what else we can find.’ Torch muttered poking it again.
Now it showed the trial of Bellatrix and her companions. It had bee such a long time since Harry last saw it that he immediately began to watch it all over again until Torch had the sense to change it. She poked it over and over again and each time it came out with scenes that the pair of them had already seen or been to. They were finally convinced that there was nothing interesting in it until Torch poked it one final time.
This time, it showed a scene where a man was sitting in a large clearing of a field. They had never seen this man before; he was tall and thin and had auburn hair. Harry and Torch looked at each other before hauling themselves inside the Pensive. At once, the floor of the mansion lurched, tipping Harry and Torch head-first in to the Pensive…
They were falling through cold blackness, spinning furiously as they went, and then-
They were standing on the patch of field that they saw earlier. Now as they looked around properly, they saw a small stream running in front of them. It looked like the field was littered with all the spring flowers, the sun was warm and the air was cool. They chose a spot near the man and sat down to observe him. The man was about in his mid-thirties and he seemed to have clear light-blue eyes and he was humming to himself. He seemed to remind Harry of someone, but whom?
Suddenly they heard a faint footstep of someone approaching. The man became completely still, as if waiting for the person to surface. Then he turned, with a wonderful smile on his face, to greet the person that he was anxiously waiting for.
It was a woman; she was in her early thirties. She had long, braided, black hair and she was also tall. Her dark blue eyes were sparkling at the sight of the man, and there was a kind aura coming off her that was rarely seen on people these days. Torch thought she was beautiful.
‘Al,’ the woman said ‘I’ve been looking all over for you. Where’ve you been?’
‘Oh, you know. I always love it when you come looking for me.’
The woman burst in to laughter. ‘Oh Al, I love you!’ she said sitting down beside him so that she could rest her head on his lap.
The pair of them looked so happy, Harry thought as he watched them whispering and laughing like a pair of couples who were very much in love. He wanted to go back to sleep but something was stopping him.
‘Aren’t you glad that we’ll be married soon?’ the man asked
‘Oh, yes! I am Al, I am! Aren’t you?’
‘How can you say that!’ he said pretending to be offended. ‘Of course I am!’
The pair of then burst out laughing. Suddenly, the woman grew a bit quite.
‘What are you thinking Jezebel?’ He asked.
‘I don’t know.’ She said sighing. ‘It’s just that…it’s your brother. I’m so worried about him.
‘Why would you be worried about Abe? He can take care oh himself.’
‘But you’re his big brother. He should at least try to listen to you.’ She tried to reason.
‘Jezebel, he is of age now, and besides, I never had a hold on him and never will. It’s his time to live on his own.’ He said calmly.
The woman said nothing and seemed reluctant to persue the subject anymore, and pretty soon they were back to their original cheerful self again.
Suddenly, the scene changed. Harry and Torch found themselves in a whirlpool of colors before halting. This time, they were standing in a semi-dark room. It seemed like an office. There was a circular table with lots of papers and files and behind the squashy armchair was a large shelf of book that was attached to the wall.
The man named Al was sitting on the table, resting his legs on the visitor’s chair, and thinking. Suddenly, the door banged open and a youth of about nineteen bursts in to the room. He too was tall, had auburn hair and light blue eyes.
‘I thought we had a deal Al!’ He said before the other man could say or do anything. ‘You’re not the boss of anymore! You never were! Mom and dad might’ve left me in your care, but I’m too old now!’
‘Abe, if you could just listen-’ Al pleaded.
‘No! You listen!’ the youth shouted. ‘We’re half bloods for crying out loud! There is nothing we can do! Nothing! The pure bloods hold all the power!’
‘If we could just try-’
‘How many half bloods do you think tried, huh? How many do you think tried and never got any recognition for it! Plenty Al, plenty.’ The youth said trying to control his temper. ‘I’ve had it with you Al, I’m out and I’m living the house.’
‘Where are you going?’ Al asked sadly.
‘To my friends place.’ He said looking away.
‘What will you do then?’
‘Find a job. When I’ve earned enough, I’ll open my own bar.’
‘If you need-’
‘No Al.’ He said firmly. ‘I don’t need your help or your money. Good bye and have a good life.’ he turned and without so much of a backward glance, left the room.

Harry’s mind was reeling as he fought to digest all this information. If he wasn’t mistaken, then he thought he knew who these people were. The man named Al was none other than the present day Albus Dumbledore, and that boy, he must be Aberforth Dumbledore! So this meant that these memories were very old, more than a hundred-year-old at least! And that woman…how come Harry had never seen or heard of her before?
The scene changed again. Now Harry and Torch were sitting amidst a group of people who were all wearing black. Harry looked around; they were sitting under the open sky. The sky was cloudy and there were tombstones all around-they were in someone’s burial ceremony.
In front of them was a dug up grave and on top of this grave was a coffin and a man was standing beside it. It was Dumbledore-there was a look of boundless sorrow on his face as he gazed down one last moment at the person on the coffin. Harry and Torch jumped up and went to see who was inside it.
It was none other then Dumbledore’s fiancée, Jezebel, and she was dead. Aghast, Harry and Torch returned to their seat.
‘I told him not to go against them!’ someone wheezed trying to keep their voice even and low. Startled, Harry looked to his right and found Aberforth ranting hot temperdly to an old man with lots of silvery hair and beard who was sitting beside Harry. ‘I told him they wouldn’t stand a half blood trying to be their equal! No, he wouldn’t listen! I told him there was no point in trying to reason with them! But no, there is nothing in this world that could deter my dearest brother. Now look at what they did! They had her killed…’ Suddenly Aberforth’s voice broke and tears filled his eyes. ‘They killed Jezebel! She was like a sister to me!’ The old man put his hands around him and shook his head with understanding and sympathy.
Suddenly the scene changed again and Harry and Torch found themselves in Dumbledore’s office, with him, his brother and the old man-they were still in their mourning clothes.
‘Ok, I’m in.’ said Aberforth determinedly. ‘I might’ve told you not to do it, but that doesn’t matter. Jezebel was like a sister to me. I’d to anything to get revenge.’
Dumbledore nodded silently. Aberforth glared at him for a moment before his eyes softened. ‘I know that you really appreciate it and all, but this is the last time that I’ll ever team up with you. Just remember, next time, even if the world goes to hell, don’t call me up.’
‘I’ll try.’ Said his brother.
‘That’s the way to go my boys.’ Said the old man as he clapped his two veined hands together with pleasure.
The scene changed again and this time instead of forming a new memory, there was nothing. Harry and Torch stood by in white nothingness as silvery gas floated all around them.
‘Um, I don’t think there is anything more stored in that Pensive.’ said Torch tentatively.
‘Great. So how do we get out of here?’
‘I think you put one of your hand up like this and-’ as Torch put one of her hand up, she began to rise automatically. Harry quickly put one of his hands up and in the next few seconds he was laying sprawled on the mansion’s carpeted floor.
‘Now that was something!’ he exclaimed about his nighttime adventure.
*

So, how do you think my story is so far?

Ok...whatever, and here comes the next part of the story...

Harry and Torch wasted no time in telling the others what they had seen on the Pensive. Harry was so excited that he immediately dashed in to Ron’s room and jerked him awake (‘are we having sex again?’ Ron asked sleepily before realizing whom he was talking to).
The next morning, Harry couldn’t hide his curiosity when he saw Sirius at the breakfast table.
‘So, how did Jezebel die?’ he blurted out in front of Lupin, Moody and Mundungus who were staying temporarily with them.
Sirius stared at him for a moment before rolling his eyes, laughing and saying ‘Oh, I don’t know why the hell I told Torch not to look at the Pensive. Bet you tagged along with her, didn’t you?’
Harry smirked. ‘So, how did Jezebel die?’
Sirius frowned for a moment, thinking of how to begin his story, and then he began.
‘Back in the old days, racism was not like as it is today. It was much worse. Half bloods were considered as second-class wizards, and muggle borns-don’t even ask. Anyway, Dumbledore’s great grandparents were muggle borns, but his grandparents and parents were wizards. But despite this fact, he was always considered as a half blood, because in those days (and sometimes still now), pure bloods meant some one whose ancestors were wizards for more than five hundred years.
‘Now, after Dumbledore left school, he became involved in a group that would bring an end to all of this racism-he was actually the head of this group. He sacrificed a lot of things for this causes…even Jezebel. Now Jezebel, she was killed on the order of Adonis Grindelwald.
‘It wasn’t a stealth attack or anything, but Grindelwald actually sent a troop of man who stormed in to Dumbledore’s office and unable to find him, killed Jezebel instead. Grindelwald even admitted in public that it was him who had sent those man-he was that arrogant.’
‘Whose Grindelwald?’ asked Torch.
‘Grindelwald,’ said Moody darkly ‘was a dark wizard. He was a pure blood and the biggest racist there ever was. He use to head a group that was mainly responsible for torturing muggle borns and half blood wizards. He was even a prominent figure in the society.’
‘How did he die?’ asked Ginny.
‘Some say that when Dumbledore took his cause to the Wizengamot and won, that the defeated Grindelwald told his men to kill him, that he committed a ritual suicide.’
‘Hang on, I’m confused!’ Ron wailed.
‘The Grindelwald’s use to take their own life or hire other people to kill them. They believed that if they had failed in their cause, then rather to face the consequences of their failed attempt-which is considered as both a shame and a sin, it was better to die-and an honour.’
‘So Grindelwald felt honored until the moment of his death, huh?’ asked Ginny.
‘That’s what you think.’ Said Lupin smirking, ‘We’ve got the real dirt’s on him.’
‘So what really happened?’ asked Harry.
‘Angry that he was defeated, Grindelwald went after Dumbledore himself. They thought he was alone, but Aberforth along with his other friends were there with him. They tackled the goons while Dumbledore killed Grindelwald.’ Said Sirius.
‘My father helped too.’ Grunted Moody.
'Your father?'
‘Yeah, my father use to be Dumbledore’s friend. You didn’t think I was that old did you?’
‘Of course not.’
‘Whatever.’
‘So what did your father do?'
‘Well, for starters, he frightened the goons in to making them say that Grindelwald had hired them to kill him, and oh, he also helped moving the body and setting all the records right.’
‘How did he convince them?’
‘He threw them in the Centaurs pit and told the that he’d do it again if they didn’t do what he said.’
‘So, what is the Centaurs pit?’ Harry asked eagerly.
‘Deep in the forest, there is a pit guarded by the Centaurs. No body knows how this pit came to be, but whoever falls in to it, never stays the same.
‘Some believe that there was once a great creature’s called Dramera, and that this Dramera only use to feed on Unicorn’s and wizards-two things that other living things shouldn’t mess around with. Anyway, so this Dramera, it use to deposit all of its leftovers in a pit that it had dug. The Dramera it self was a very complicated creature, and one of its abilities was that none of its victims could move on, their souls would hover wherever they were buried and that who ever would come near them, they could still hear the agonized cries of the victims-it was enough to drive anybody crazy-forever.’
There was a long silence after Moody had finished his tale, then Ron snorted.
‘It’s really good to know that Umbridge suffered that fate.’ He said.
‘You really think so?’ Lupin asked mildly ‘Do you really think anybody deserves that fate?’
‘You didn’t mean that, Remus?’ Sirius asked looking at him incredulously. ‘Not after all the stuff that Umbridge put you through.’
‘It’s just that, that pit is a thousand times worse that the Cruciatus Curse and you’ll be left mentally scarred for the rest of your life-’
Sirius turned and exchanged an exasperated look with Harry and Ron.
‘No, I really mean it!’ Lupin said annoyed ‘And stop that!’
‘Your so full of goodness Remus that you’re always considered as a nuisance, so grow out of it.’ Said Moody.
‘I guess you’re right.’ Lupin admitted in a defeated voice.
‘So, what exactly are Dramera’s’ asked Ginny ‘I don’t think I’ve ever read them in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.'
‘Dramera’s were ancient creatures.’ Began Moody. ‘People and most wizards were ignorant about their existence, cant blame them though, as seeing how few in numbers Dramera’s were. Anyway, one Dramera could live up to a thousand years, but their numbers were extremely low because they were even hostile towards each other, so they rarely mated. Most didn’t mate at all. They were as large as dragons but they use to look like a cross between Dragon’s and Chimera’s, that’s why the name “Dramera” see and their diets only included wizards and Unicorns.’
‘Those poor Unicorns.’ Harry muttered.
‘Those Unicorns weren’t pure.’ Sirius said gravely.
'What? '
‘They were a breed of bad Unicorns. Dramera’s only fed on them and their master. No other creature could stop them, Dramera’s were the only one’s.’
‘What are you saying?’
‘Long ago, there use to be other Dark Wizards, just like the today’s Death Eater’s. They use to terrorize and torture people. That’s why Dramera’s were sent or made.’
‘Why-’
‘Every time there was a powerful Dark Wizard, a saviour was always sent. It’s like the law of the universe, there always was, there always is and there always will be.’
‘But…so what you’re saying is that the world is balanced?’
‘Yes.’
‘But…why, I mean how? Who has the power to look after all these things…listen, who tells the Seer’s to make the Predictions and…why?’ Harry asked the questions that he had often asked but that no body seems to have an answer to.
‘Your thought is just as good as ours, Harry.’ Said Sirius.
‘Well, could it be a really powerful wiz-’
‘No, we don’t think it’s a wizard, Harry.’ Lupin interrupted. ‘We think its some one much, much more powerful. Some one who controls all of our fate, even Voldemort’s.’
‘But who could it be?’ asked Ginny.
‘We haven’t got the faintest clue.’ Moody ventured. ‘But there is one thing we know for sure-he has been around since the beginning of the time.’
*

Two days later, it was Christmas and everybody woke up late.
‘Presents!’ shouted Ron bursting in to Harry’s room.
Harry sat up on his bed and reached for his glasses. The moment he put it on, he got a mild surprise
‘Why are all these parcels in my room?’ he asked pointing at the large stack of wrapped up gifts at the foot of his bed.
‘Oh, they’re from your fan club.’
‘Fan club?’
‘Yup, all those people who thinks that you are a great person.’
When Harry still continued to look quizzically at Ron, he rolled his eyes. ‘Remember when Fudge made that speech at the end of last year and how all the truth came out? Well, people were really impressed with you from then on and so they think that you’re some one who deserves their gift.’
Harry’s brow cleared, as he finally understood every thing.
‘Yeah, we all got heaps of present’s this year and you should see what sort of gifts Sirius got.’ Said Ron shaking his head. ‘All of them had pictures of the senders-girls mainly and gay men and half of them were asking whether he would marry them or not-he got about a thousand of them. And mums already getting stressed out about where she should place the rest of our gifts, believe me, both of the presents we receive could fill up one of the room-’
‘Hang on, you’re mum?’ Harry asked, who had remembered Mrs Weasley going back to her husband’s after a day they came home.
‘Yeah, she’s just here for a few hours, she says she came to say hi to us on Christmas and that she cant stay long so come on!’
‘Ok, ok.’
When the pair of them went down to the kitchen, the others who, from the looks of it, had just woken up greeted them.
‘Merry Christmas a-all.’ Sirius said as he tried to suppress a yawn.
‘Whose is that big box for?’ Ginny asked rubbing her eyes.
There, perched in front of the fireplace was a box, big enough for two people to sit comfortably together. It was festively decorated in a wrapping paper with a large red ribbon going all around it and ending at the top with a neat knot. Ron went in for a closer inspection.
‘I can hear some sounds coming from it.’ He said bending over. Then, making him shriek so badly that he had to take several steps backward, Fred and George popped out of the box as the lid flipped to the floor.
‘SURPRISE!’ they shouted wearing what looked like jack-in-a-box customs. Mrs Weasley rolled her eyes and turned towards Harry.
‘How are you dear?’ she said beaming at him.
‘Fine, thank you. How’s Mr Weasley?’
‘Oh, you know him. Arthur’s just so thrilled about his new job that he hardly complains. It’s like he’s married to his job!’
‘Are you jealous of his job then, mum?’ Ginny asked grinning.
‘Oh, don’t be stupid! How can I be jealous of something that doesn’t even have any physical form!’ Mrs Weasley scoffed.
‘Whatever.’ Said Ginny turning away and smirking.
‘And I saw that!’
Lunch that day was, as always an enjoyable affair. But because of the special occasion, the three house elves had worked harder then before, so that the mansion was at its best ever. Magical, warm snow fell from the roof so that when reached the floor, it would disappear. There was a large and beautiful Christmas tree at the drawing room and it was decorated with real life fairies, and all the gifts (minus Harry’s, Ron’s and Sirius’s gifts from their fan club) were stacked at the bottom of the tree.
There were all sorts of food in the table-roast beef, fried chicken, turkey casserole, mud cake, chocolates, ice cream, nougats without the nose bleeds and many more.
Many times Fred and George tried to demonstrate the effect of their modified Firewhisky but Mrs Weasley had put her foot down.
‘No, no and no!’ she said. ‘You have enough freedom when you’re on your own! You can’t do rubbish in front of me!’
‘Mum’s just sour that our joke shop’s doing so well.’ Fred said scathingly, turning towards Harry.
‘Oh, brighten up mum!’ Ginny said cheerfully. ‘It’s Christmas!’ Mrs Weasley said nothing.
'You seem to be cheerful,’ Harry breathed to Ginny in an undertone when no body was looking ‘what’s up?’
‘I just spoke to Dean!’ she said excitedly. ‘And we’re all ok! Oh Harry, I’m just so happy!’
‘Good for you.’ He said smiling at` her.
‘Thanks!
*

Author’s note: ok, guys, I’ve started this forum so that you could trash it, compliment on it or do whatever you might want to do! So, lets see some action here shall we! Comment on whatever you might want to comment and we’ll see what happens next!

Jenny, I dunno why you sunk to that level. You're the first I've seen to challenge people to flame your story. And why do you think that you started this forum so that readers could trash it? You've got, what..nine pages? You going to let that stand for nothing? The truth is, most people just read, they don't review. I started three stories, and I haven't got a review in a long time now, so you're not the only one. Don't let that get to you.

lol. i was just making a point that people should not hesitate to ask me questions about this story, like hat would happen next and would i like to end and why i did the certain things that i did and stuff like that. but, i admit that i shouldnt have used the word "trash", so sorry about that guys. my mistake! 🙂

Hi! i'd just like to say that i love your story! it has taken me about 15 days to read the whole thing but i think it was more than worth it! i was hooked from the first three chapters so much that i had copied the rest in my microsoft word and printed it out so that i could read whenevr i wanted it to! you obviously have the most awesome imagination ever Jenny! your story is not like the others at all! i knew it was different and that you were up to something big the moment i read it.
my favourite character so far is Torch, really a female Harry Potter, who could've ever thought of that! i made my little sister read it and she was totally fascinated by your writing style. she even doubts whether jkr herself would ever have this much of imagination. really jenny, all your manuever in this story is really clever. enough of my babbling and i salute you and hope that you can give us all the satisfied ending that we are all waiting for!

Congrats, Jen...you got yourself a big fan! I'll just say that you more than deserved it, after nine pages. Hope I'll get one, someday. Hopefully.

Thanks a lot for aall of your cooperations guys, and here comes the next part of the story...

An hour before six, they all started getting ready for the ball while Mrs Weasley left them to go there together with Mr Weasley.
‘Well, see ya!’ George yelled as she drove off in her new car.
‘Are you two going to change from your costumes at all?’ Ginny asked him after he had closed the door. The twins looked down at their jack-in-the-box costume and smiled at her grimly.
‘Good thinking! We don’t want that guy to be so happy when he sees us! No sir! Not after all the trouble he has put us through!’ and they went off to their room. Ginny smirked and went to her room to get changed.
She was the first to come downstairs and therefore had to wait for the others to come. First came Tonks, her hair was short and black today and she was properly dressed for the night in a light violet gown. Then came Fred and George, Lupin, Moody and Mundungus followed them, all of them dressed in crisp black dress robes. Then came Sirius and Harry and Ron, the former one looking extremely handsome and sexy.
‘Nice suit Sirius!’ Ginny exclaimed, he smiled.
‘Yeah! You’re looking sexy baby!’ George said, elbowing him cheekily.
Meanwhile, Tonks was complimenting on Lupin.
‘That jacket really suits you Remus.’ She was saying and batting her eyelashes at him.
‘Why thank you.’ He said. ‘Um, would you like to take my hand?’
As she took his hand, Harry turned his head and happened to have glanced at the stairs. He let out a gasp. Torch was climbing down the stairs; she was looking as stunning as ever. She had her hair up and she was clad in a stunning white gown that outlined all of her figures to perfection (picture:http://www.fun4world.com/Aishwarya/pic16.jpg )
‘What?’ she asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs and saw that every body was staring at her with their mouths open.
‘Nothing, nothing.’ Said George mildly.
Just then the doorbell rang.
‘That must be our transport.’ Sirius said and went to open the door, and was greeted by Kingsley.
‘Come on everyone!’ he said to the others and led them on to the familiar black and white Limousine…

The Diggory manor was huge and modern looking. It had a large, cleared ground all around it but that night, it seemed to be filled with all sorts of expensive wizard’s vehicles.
Ceasar had already been waiting for them at the entrance of his mansion and seemed extremely pleased when he spotted them, and he greeted them all warmly.
‘It’s so nice to see you guys again.’ He said smiling. ‘Dumbledore and the others are already here. If you could just follow me, I’ll announce you.’ He motioned his hand for them to pass him first and gave Torch a polite nod in exchange of her cold, haughty look as she passed him by.
The party room that led through to the door was huge and magnificent-about the sizes of one small football field-it was slightly smaller than the one at Grimmauld Place, the ceiling was at least two storied high and it had several magnificent chandelier’s hanging from it. The three sides of the wall were covered in light blue plush curtains that hung from ceiling to floor. The floor was covered in white velvet carpet. There were already about a hundred people in the room-all prominent witch’s and wizards of the society and all of them dressed extravagantly, and when Ceasar had announced the arrival of his new guests, they all stopped and simply stared. Smiling, Ceasar led them forward and began introducing them to the rest.
‘This is Mr and Mrs Joshua Bulstrode,’ he said introducing them to a pair of couple who looked in their mid-sixties. ‘Mrs Bulstode here was the Minister for Magic the last time He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was on power.’ He went on before introducing them to the couple. Mrs Bulstode held out one firm hand and shook Harry’s hand.
‘Never thought I’d live to see the day when he would come back again.’ She said shaking her brown hair that was streaked liberally with white. ‘I don’t know how on earth Dumbledore manages all these. It’s good to see that he is at least spending some time for himself tonight.’
And moving on, Harry realized that she was indeed right. His stomach clenched. How much had Dumbledore suffered so far? He had lost his parents when he was young, lost his fiancée when he was about to marry her, he fought one evil wizard, lost his brother after that, lost the only place that ever offered him sanctuary-that being Hogwarts, and now he is fighting another Dark Lord. Harry wondered what Dumbledore had to do to go on every day. The thought of this made Harry respect the olden wizard ever more. He just managed to take in the names of the other people that Ceasar was introducing him to and was just too happy when he took his place on the table and went back to think about Dumbledore even more.
Harry might’ve not taken much notice about things around him, but other people certainly were. In fact, they were so excited about meeting him that they were doing anything but pointing at him and Sirius. They were flocking around him so that they could just stare at him, listen to him talk, watch him breathe. In the end, they finally became self-conscious and had the sense of living him alone and turned their attention to his companions instead and got a blast of it. Their favorite was undoubtedly Ron because he was so funny and witty, but they were much more fascinated by Torch. She had a mixture of dark and exotic beauty and the presence of her unexpected intelligence really made her simply irresistible. The men were already succumbing to her charms and although the women were determined not to be so much impressed by her, they had to admit that there was no one else like her-she was that beautiful.
With Sirius, there was not single women present who were not having an internal battle with themselves about who they thought was more good looking-Sirius or Ceasar? Fred and George had already made a name for themselves, thanks to the help of their joke shops, and there was not a single person who didn’t know who they were. Ginny was warm and friendly and she had a quick sense of humor that put everybody at ease, in fact she was the only other person apart from Harry whom people (male and female) began to take an immediate liking on.

Torch was sitting on Harry’s right and Ginny on his left. Sitting on Ginny’s left were Sirius and Dumbledore. Harry looked up and down the huge table and realized that all the hundred people were sitting on it. Sitting beside Torch was Ceasar and it couldn’t have been plainer that she was more annoyed about it than anyone was. Indeed, all the ladies were throwing scatching looks at her for being the one who was the whole centre of attention of Ceasar Diggory-who happened to be one of the most eligible bachelor of Britain. Several times she wanted to talk to Ron, who was siting just a seat away from Ceasar, engrossed in a deep conversation with a pretty blonde who happened to be sitting in between them. She gave Ron an angry look as she tried and failed to capture his attention for the fourth time. Ceasar was watching her progression non-stop, which Torch ignored. Finally he cleared his throat and began in a voice that made her look at him.
‘I have done the shopping’s my self, Ms Porter. What do you think about the stake?’
‘What, this?’ she asked glancing down at her half eaten beef and realizing that she was doomed to spend the rest of her meal talking to him. ‘It’s excellent.’ She said.
‘So, are you enjoying the party?’
‘It’s fantastic.’ She replied shortly.
Having realized that he was to get no other answer than this, Ceasar tried a more tactful approach.
‘So how’s your holiday going? Are you having lots of fun.’ He asked
‘Oh yes.’ She answered in the same composed tone that she had reserved just for him. ‘Plenty.’
Ceasar waited for her to go on and when she didn’t he resumed again. ‘So did you get plenty of school work for this holiday?’ he asked.
‘Not at all.’
‘What’s your favorite subject?’
‘Defense Against the Dark Arts.’
‘How good are you at it?’
‘I happen to be the only other person who gets the top marks in it.’
‘Who is the other person?’
‘Harry.’
‘What sports do you play?’
‘Quidditch.’
‘I heard that he is the Quidditch captain-’
‘Of course you have.’ Torch muttered under her breath.
‘Sorry?’
‘Nothing.’
‘So, er, how’s, um,’ he began as Torch finally looked him straight in the eye for the first time. Ceasar took a deep breath then plunged on bravely. ‘ So d-do you p-play Q-Quidditch?’ he finished stupidly.
‘I believe I have already answered that Mr Diggory.’ She said.
‘P-Please, i-it’s C-Ceasar.’
Torch ignored this. ‘Your food is getting coldMr Diggory I heard that stake’s only taste good while they are still warm.’ She said returning back to her food.
‘And so I’ve heard.’ Ceasar muttered and tried to finish his food, with the knowledge of whatever he is eating completely flying out of his head.
What was the matter with him! He thought angrily. He had never felt this nervous in front of any girl before! But then, no other girl had ever approached him as coolly as Torch was approaching him. Then he wondered what one had to do with the another. He knew that woman of all age and race found him extremely attractive. Indeed, he was prepared to bet all his wealth that there was not a single woman who did not succumb to his charms. So what business did he have to charm a girl who did not what to be charmed by him? The knowledge nudged at Ceasar, refused to be ignored. Then as if in an attempt to prove it to himself that he was not so differently affected where she was concerned, he turned to her again and said, ‘Ms Porter, I have hired the best and the most expensive Instrumentalist for this party, and I’ll be awfully grateful if you shared the first two dances with me.’
Torch looked at him, startled. Her first reaction was to refuse him instantly, but she realized that he was their host, if not, it will be very rude if she did and it may damage her and Harry’s reputation badly. She therefore inclined her head and said dryly, ‘I’ll be delighted.’
They said nothing more to each other; they hardly even spoke to anyone else for the rest of the meal. Torch was all stiff at the knowledge that she’d shortly be dancing with Ceasar and was all the more annoyed about it. She was trying very hard not to scowl at her food. Meanwhile Ceasar was surprised at the amount of courage that he had to gather just to dance with her. He found his palms getting sweaty out of nervousness and was very much hoping that Torch didn’t notice it. Who on earth ever thought that dancing with a girl would be as gut wrenching as this? He wondered grimly.
So when the food ended, the table was swept magically across the room along with the chairs so that they were stacked against the walls. Just like it was during the Yule Ball, Torch thought grimly, and then the person that she most wanted to dance with was dancing with him. She thought grimly looking at Ceasar. And now-what a turn of fate! She was dancing with him instead! Concentrate, concentrate! She instructed herself fiercely, you’re not here to hold a grudge against anyone, even though one of them looks like the guy who stole your then love of life!
And without a word or without even turning to him, she marched right in to the middle of the dancing floor and turned towards Ceasar who had followed her close by.
‘Well this is it Mr Diggory.’ She said inclining her head.
Ceasar nodded taking a step closer to her. He then took a deep breath and placed his right hand on her waist, and with his left, he held her right hand. Suddenly out of no where, he felt so shy that he couldn’t even look her in the eye, instead, he looked at her knee point. Torch flexed the fingers on her right hand and entwined them properly with his left and had figured out what he was desperately hoping that she wouldn’t-he was nervous.
Quickly the floor began to fill and soon the music started, it was a slow and dull one. Torch looked around and saw that Ron was dancing with the blonde that he was talking with earlier, who was now eyeing Ceasar as if he were an extremely delicious bit of fudge icing on a cake and she was desperate to consume it, she also threw Torch a scatching look. Torch ignored her and gave Ron an angry look, he didn’t even bother looking at her. Suddenly she felt so cold. Her blood literally ran icy. No, it couldn’t be! She thought desperately, she couldn’t be in this state! And she knew that it was not her physical state that she was thinking about. She must’ve looked agitated for Ceasar asked her what was wrong.
‘Um, I’m just not feeling well.’ She said shakily. Indeed, he could feel her trembling. Quickly he led her out of the dance floor and on to one of the chairs by the wall. Torch was so upset that she didn’t even mind him coming with her.
‘Please,’ she said weakly ‘I’ll be all right. You can go and enjoy the party now.’
Ceasar looked down at her; she looked so fragile and vulnerable, how could he live her in this state?
‘You don’t need to worry,’ he said soothingly ‘I always give out at least one party every week. I’m not missing much, believe me.’
Torch nodded and hugged her knees tightly to her chest. Her breathing was uneven and he could see that she was really upset. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, to comfort her, hold her close, but he didn’t think that he had the guts at the moment, so he quickly reached over the table and poured a glass of water.
‘Here.’ He said handing it to her.
‘Thank you.’ She said taking the glass from him.
Torch had no idea how long she was sitting there, until she realized that she was talking face to face with Sirius.
‘Sorry?’ she asked when Sirius seemed to have looked at her enquiringly- a sure sign that he had asked her a question.
‘I said did you drink too much?’ he asked.
‘No, I didn’t drink at all.’
‘Well then how come you’ve been sitting here for the past hour and a half?’
‘What?’
‘I don’t think she even knows how much time has passed, Mr Black. She seemed to be in a shock or some sort. It had nothing to do with drinking. I had been with her ever since the meal.’ Ceasar said smiling at him.
‘Shock?’ Sirius enquired sharply.
‘No, it’s not shock. I-I was just feeling a bit dizzy, you know, I’ve been dieting the whole day.’ Torch said with a weak laugh.
Sirius sighed with relief. ‘Thank god you’re not drunk like Ron.’ He said.
‘W-What?’
‘Ron’s been drinking the moment he got hold of one that wine filled glasses. I knew there was something wrong about him when we failed to get his attentions. He had been ignoring every one, and he seemed to have given the blonde that he was with a right fright.’
‘Huh?’
‘He toppled on top of her right on the dance floor.’
‘You mean Ron was drunk the whole time?’ Torch asked feeling suddenly cheerful.
‘It seems like it. And now young lady, if I may say so, I think crash dieting is a bad idea, just as bad as drinking. And I’d prefer if you didn’t do it in the future.’
But Torch was hardly listening; she was feeling so relieved that she thought she was actually floating a few inches above the ground. Then as if something clucked back to her brain, she turned coolly towards Ceasar and said ‘I’m so sorry that I had been keeping you occupied for the last hour and a half. I thank you from the bottom of my heart and I really appreciate what you did to me.’
‘No problem.’ Said Ceasar and he found himself staring at her vivid green eyes, and wishing that he would drown in them. Torch nodded and looked away from his imprudent gaze.

The rest of the night passed away without any more incidents. Ginny and Sirius had finally managed to subdue Ron and had led him to one of the rooms upstairs. There, they settled him in the bed where he immediately fell asleep the moment he had come in contact with the mattress.
‘Don’t worry I’ll look after him.’ Torch said looking affectionately at Ron.
‘I should’ve known that Lady Dimitria was a bad idea for him.’ Ceasar said shaking his head. ‘She, er, makes people drink too much.’
‘Even though if she likes them?’ Ginny asked.
‘Er, well actually she um, only does that to people who she thinks um, is getting on her way.’
‘And I thought that shriek of hers was a genuine one when Ron slumped right over her.’ Ginny said shaking her head.
‘You guys go ahead and enjoy the party. I’ll look after him.’ Said Torch renewing her offer.
‘If that’s what you want.’ Said Sirius ‘we’ll be back as soon as the party finishes. Coming Diggory?’
‘Yeah, ok.’ Ceasar took one last look at Torch before closing the door behind him and following the others to the party room.
Torch looked around the room and saw that it was quite extravagantly decorated. The bed that Ron was laying on was a huge four poster with the hangings bunched stylishly at the top. One of the magnificent chandeliers was hanging from the middle of the ceiling. There was a writing desk at the side of the bed and a huge closet just opposite the bed. A still portrait of a beautiful woman with black hair was hanging from the wall. An oval mirror was hanging from the wall-it glowed the lightest red. Torch did a double take. Was she imagining it or did the mirror just glow? She must’ve been imagining it for the mirror did not glow again. She looked down at Ron, who was fast asleep. She smiled and bent over to kiss his cheek, then she settled herself in the armchair beside the bed and dozed off.
She woke up half an hour later, when Ceasar came back with what looked like a piece of folded up white cloth.
‘Um, I’ve just been going through my mother’s old cloths that I had dumped in the attic, and, um, I found this. I thought you might like to rest in it instead.’ He said holding out the cloth, which turned out to be a woman’s sleeping gown. ‘It use to be my mothers.’ He added smiling mildly. The gown was absolutely gorgeous, even though it was only made for sleeping purpose. Torch took it from his hand; it felt very soft to the touch.
‘Thank you very much for your thoughtfulness.’ She said.
Ceasar blushed. ‘My mother never used it. She use to prefer the ones that were made in Saudi Arabia, apparently they were much more expensive and comfortable.’
‘I cannot believe that there could be anything much more comfortable than this.’ She said feeling the soft material against her cheek, as she closed her eyes in contempt. Torch had no idea that Ceasar was taking a mental snapshot of her that he could cherish for the rest of his life.
‘Yes,’ he said breathlessly ‘it’s only nine o’clock, the party may go on well after mid night. It’ll be good for your health if you took the rest of the night off…oh, I almost forgot,’ he said and he reached for one of the closet door and produced one pillow and a blanket, ‘here.’ He handed them to her and reached for the back of the armchair. He must’ve pulled some lever because in the next second it had turned in to a portable bed.
‘You can sleep here.’ He said. Torch nodded her head and managed a small ‘Thank You.’
Torch looked around the moment Ceasar had closed the door and left. Ron was asleep and there was not a single soul left in the room. She reached down and lifted her gown up and out through her head. She then took off the bra that was holding her beautiful and firm breasts together. She reached down and slid off her panty and tossed it away with the bra as well. She reached up and jerked away the white feathery material that was holding her hair. They came cascading down her. Finally she was free of all the constricting material that seemed to have been engulfing her. She started stretching like a cat, completely unaware that if any men had seen her in this situation, then they wouldn’t even be able to lust after any other woman for the rest of their life. She was also unaware that this move of her is being recorded and that one man will eventually see it before the night was up, too bad it wouldn’t be Ron.

She was waken up three hours later by Harry and was given just five minutes to get into her clothes. In her haste, she had gathered everything but her hair accessory, which was lying at the foot of the bed.
Ceasar saw all of them outside his manor and held the limousine door out politely for Torch, Tonks and Ginny. The first thing he noticed when he went back to his room was Torch’s hair accessory; he picked it up and held it to his heart and made for untidy armchair where she had slept. He drank in the scent of her body and ran his hand up and down its length. He held the blanket that she had been using and sniffed madly at it, he felt like he’d die if he didn’t kept on taking her fragrance when he spotted the white gown that she had used. Oh, just the thought of her naked body against its soft content made Ceasar’s body act in a way that he never thought was possible. Just then he caught the mirror on his wall giving off a light red glow. Damn, he thought, he had forgotten to turn off the Recording Mirror that morning! He had mainly used it so that it could record all the nights he had spent with woman. He was quite fond of this mirror and was even fonder of watching his action on it. The mirror gives off a red glow a few minutes after anyone has entered the room-a signal that it is about to record, it turns off all by itself and turns on all by itself as well. Then Ceasar froze as the truth hit him. He quickly scrambled his way towards it and touched it lightly with his wand. Then as if in a command, the mirror re-winded itself and showed him what he wanted to see. He had just given Torch the gown and left the room. He watched transfixed as she looked around and then began stripping and stretching. She had no idea what an enchantress she was, he thought as his breathings fogged the mirror, or how much she aroused in him. Ceasar didn’t think that it was possible, after all, he had been a woman lover and had bedded many of them, they have all aroused him greatly and it was so great that he didn’t think it was possible that there could be something else that could arose him even more, but now it seems that he had been highly mistaken. Well, who the hell care’s about his previous presumptions? For now he was only too happy in observing Torch and all the urges that she brought forth to him.
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Jenny, the more i read your story, the more fascinated i get! i dont know how the hell on earth you manage to come up with all the story lines, but they are damn good! you also seemed to have cracked up a lot of the mysteries surrounding the potter world, but thats just the tip of th iceberg. bringing back sirius again was the most amazing thing you ever did, and then introducing a female harry potter-that was just really awesome, i really do admire your work and i salute the way that you have kept harry single so far, your's is the most sensible story line out of all the hp fanfic that i've read so far. i really like Torch, i thiink she is amazing, sexy, beautiful and a total enchantress. i also like Ceasar who is the exact copy of Cedric. tell me, who is you favourite character?

Thanks a lot for all those all those good things that you have just said Jason, I really appreciate it. Bringing back Sirius was the utmost thing on my mind when I was writing this story. And Torch-well the you see I am a girl and while all the boys who read the HP books imagine themselves to be in Harry’s position, I just thought what it would’ve been like if he was indeed a girl and then he would’ve gone around making all the girls who read the books feel like they were in his position. And then it hit me-introduce a female Harry Potter. And I also decided to make her some thing special, so I decided that she would have the same hair and eye colour, the same built as Harry, almost have the same personality as him, but I also decided to make her drop dead gorgeous and that’s why I went around in the internet trying to find the perfect girl with all the necessary physical appearance, and I must say that I succeeded!
Now, about my favourite character, I’d have to say is pretty much Ceasar Diggor 😉 . I just simple adore him! No secret there that all the girls were wishing that they could have him in their bed! Anyway, that’s not the reason why I like him so much, even I cant explain what there is that just pulls me to him, but there is something…I just fell in love with the idea of having him there. Oh, and here comes the answer to one of the question that one of you guys asked me by sending me a pm: Yes, Ceasar himself doesn’t know it…but he is actually in love with Torch!
Well thanks a lot for listening; I hope you guys are enjoying my story so far!

And here comes the nest part of the story...

‘Oh, my head!’ Ron moaned the next morning at breakfast.
‘Well if you hadn’t been drinking so much last night then you wouldn’t have been having this head ache right now, would you?’ Torch retorted.
‘And stomach ache.’ Added George.
‘Aww!’ Ron gave another groan.
‘Here.’ Said Fred handing him a glass of what looked like green residues. ‘Drink this, it’ll help.’
Ron gave another groan. ‘What is it?’ he asked.
‘Stuff that’ll get rid of your hang over.’ Fred said putting some empty eggshells in the bin.
‘Last night was great fun though wasn’t it Fred?’ George asked.
Fred nodded. ‘Both in pleasure and in business. We also made a business deal with one Mr Keikobad from Pakistan. He was really very impressed with all of our joke shop merchandise and was eager to sell it in his country.’ He said.
‘So we’ve got transactions with seven countries so far, eh?’
‘Tell me about it-’
‘What? Seven countries?’ Harry asked sharply.
‘Yup! China, America, Germany, Switzerland, South Africa, Egypt and Pakistan.’ Said George ticking the countries off his fingers.
‘That’s a lot of countries, you guys.’ Said Ginny staring at him.
The twins smirked at her.
‘And it’s one of the most profitable business now a days.’ They said.
‘How come?’ Torch asked frowning.
‘Because, now on this dark days what people needs most is laughter and lots of them too. So whom do they turn to? Us-the jokers.’
‘But I thought you guys only sold stuff that’s only good for practical jokes.’ Ron interjected.
George closed his eyes as if Ron had mortally offended him.
‘That hurts a lot you know.’ Fred said looking painfully at Ron.
‘What?’ He asked bewildered.
'What ?' George said in a scandalized tone. ‘What do you mean by what ? Our own brother doesn’t even know what we sell while people in seven different countries already know!’
All of them stared speechlessly at the twins and realized that what they were saying were right. They were all so intent in knowing what Voldemort was up to that they had been taking everything for granted and their initial speculation about the twins making a large profit from their business had completely frown out of their heads.
George shook his head. ‘Sorry about that.’ He said abruptly. ‘We know that you guys are much more concerned about what You-Know-Who is up to, as a matter of fact, so are we. Sorry about that, we know that we acted rashly.’
‘We’re sorry too.’ Said Harry tentatively.
‘Guys, let’s just forget all about this.’ Said Ginny firmly.
‘Yeah let’s.’ Said Ron nodding his head.
‘Yes, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t like to hear what you two have been up to.’ Torch said smiling at the twins. ‘So tell us about it.’
Fred and George grinned and launched in to a story detailing all the advances that they had made in their business.
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