Chapter 7 Someday her Princess will come
Author’s Note: Many thanks to my Beta, Letomo. The following ways of notation may be found in this story. This is excluding whatever I need to represent chatting, texting and stuff like that. Speech:
“Who’s on first.” Thought:
*What’s on second.
#I-don’t-know’s on third.# To Cutiepie, Jazzibear, Sunhawk and Zaz, many, many thanks for recommending this story. And I still solemnly swear there is little or no bashing in this story and series! Chapter 7 Someday her Princess will come The Burrow, Ottery-St.-Catchpole
Kennedy was feeling crabby. She had a headache, and she was feeling out of sorts. As if something she’d been missing, a piece of her she’d always known was there but was somehow veiled in mist, was now there, clear and bright and shining like a lighthouse.
It was an odd feeling for someone who thought she knew herself as well as Kennedy did. It was disconcerting to say the least. And all the jumping about hadn’t helped to settle her amorphous feelings.
It had taken some doing to get to the place undetected. Ginny, Amy and Draco had exhausted themselves creating Portkeys to various locations and then they’d travelled over half the world to arrive here, at a rather ramshackle looking house in the British countryside. A motherly looking woman was in the garden, weeding the kitchen plot.
At the sound of their appearance she looked up and her eyes widened as she took in the group. “Merlin, Ginny! What’re you doing here? I thought you were in Canada?”
“Mum!” Ginny ran towards the woman and hugged her. “It’s so good to see you!”
“You too, honey,” Molly’s hug was warm, but she was gazing thoughtfully at the others, until she saw the wrapped bundle Draco carried against his chest.
“Draco Malfoy, did you just Portkey here with that child?” she asked in an ominous voice.
Draco gulped. “It was an emergency! A-and Amy cast a ward on her!”
Molly scowled, released Ginny and strode over. “Get her inside, I’ll see if you did any harm.”
“Harm? What kind of harm?” Amy looked about ready to cry, her eyes tearing up as she moved swiftly to Draco and Nymphadora.
Molly gave her a soothing look. “Don’t worry dear, there’s only a very small chance, but it is there. Portkeying so young can exhaust a magical core permanently if care is not taken.”
Amy paled. “Oh.”
Molly hustled them all inside. Kennedy, rather bemused, brought up the rear. Inside Molly took Nymphadora, changed her nappy, cooed at her, blew in her belly button, making her gurgle with laughter and at the same time managed to cast a number of diagnostic spells.
In the mean time she’d sent Ginny and Kennedy out to gather baby supplies. Ginny seemed to know where everything was quite well and she mercilessly used Kennedy to carry what she could not float.
The ghoul in the attic gibbered in fear when it saw Kennedy and hid in the corner, as Ginny got out some boxes of old baby clothes, and the Weasley family crib.
Once they got downstairs with all of it, they found Amy sitting down at the kitchen table with the baby on her lap, Draco looking relieved and Molly mashing apples, pears and rosehips to make customized baby food.
Amy smiled at Ginny. “I see your point in wanting to go to your mother.”
Molly ‘Hmph’ed’ and smiled. “Now can someone explain to me why it was necessary to Portkey with such a young child?” The ‘and with a wanted criminal’ was unspoken, but clearly heard by all.
Ginny looked at Kennedy, but the Slayer was rubbing her forehead and frowning. Sighing she realized that it was her job. “Well, you see, Draco didn’t escape. He was kidnapped. And so was Amy. And errr… They wanted them to have a boy,” she shot a look at the two blondes.
Molly frowned. “Wanted them to have a boy? What do you mean…” she looked in shock at the two, who were now looking very uncomfortable. Draco had an arm around Amy. “Oh, those vile beasts! Those monsters! You poor things!”
“They were going to kill Nymphy. We-we escaped. I was so angry,” Amy whispered. “I killed some of them. With magic. I’m sorry.”
Molly snorted. “Oh, really my dear. They were threatening your baby. You should ask Draco what I did to those who tried to harm Ginny. And what I did to a man called Yaxley who was responsible for blowing up a wall that killed my son.”
Amy gaped in astonishment as Draco chuckled. “Amy, love, my mother launched a cutting curse at the neck of a man who tried to kill me. His head bounced so hard it rolled half-way across the Great Hall.”
Molly nodded in approval. “Yes, that was quite effective,” she mixed the fruit mash in a little bowl and stood hesitating.
Amy smiled and handed her the baby. “Draco insisted we call her Nymphadora, after his cousin. I wasn’t quite sure, but he said that if she didn’t like it she could always just go by Malfoy.”
Molly threw a shrewd glance at Draco. “My, you have changed, haven’t you?”
Draco smiled, a fatuous father’s smile. “There’s more than one reason for that, actually.”
Molly frowned, then laughed as she saw that the baby’s silver eyes had taken on the colour of her own brown ones. “Oh my. I dare say she’ll be a handful.”
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Harry was kissing Ginny and it was getting old real fast, Kennedy thought. He’d basically not stopped touching or kissing her once he’d laid eyes on her.
And being a Slayer Kennedy could hear all the little endearments. And also that she wasn’t the only one who wanted to peel the little witch out of her Mountie Uniform, layer by layer.
She sighed and moved away, into the kitchen. Molly Weasley was cooking and the smells were incredible.
The older witch smiled at her guest and nodded understandingly. “Don’t worry dear. I’m sure there’s a girl out there for you.”
Kennedy actually blushed. “Ah, I, errr…”
“A pity I don’t have another daughter, one who likes girls,” Molly mused. “I met the loveliest couple the other day,” she smiled at Kennedy’s expression. “Don’t look so surprised dear. As Hermione said, ‘at least there’s one thing in which wizards aren’t terribly backward!’ Of course she was mortified after saying it, but she had a point. I don’t suppose you care for boys?”
Kennedy grinned weakly. “Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. Not at all interested.”
“Such a shame, I’ve a dragonwrangler and my youngest son still to find partners for. Though Harry hinted that Ron may have met someone in Boston,” Molly smiled indulgently at the kissing couple who were visible through the window. With a final peck on the lips the two parted and headed back to the house.
Kennedy sighed. “Well, I’d like someone to cuddle up to at night.”
Molly patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll find somebody.”
Kennedy’s smile was brittle. “Soon would be nice. Slayers have a short expiration date.”
There was a gasp from the door. “Slayer? Another one?”
Kennedy turned around and saw Harry gaping at her. “What? Who did you meet then?”
“Faith. And Buffy,” Harry eyed her suspiciously.
Kennedy froze as Harry went for his wand. Suddenly a huge silvery stag leaped out and bounded away.
Molly coughed in amusement. “Looks like a very happy memory, Harry dear.”
Harry’s ears pinked. Ginny grinned. “Mum, don’t tease.”
“I’ll leave that to you, won’t I” Molly smirked. “Well, I’ll leave you to it.”
Kennedy watched warily as the older woman left. “What did you just do?”
“I sent a patronus to Neville Longbottom. I think you should talk to Buffy,” Harry explained.
“And what if she decides to kill us all and play with our entrails?” Kennedy asked sourly. “Ginny? Didn’t you talk to him or was your tongue just used for other purposes?”
“For the record Kennedy, I’ve never played with anyone’s entrails and never intend to. Like Eeeeew?” Buffy’s voice came from behind Kennedy.
The younger Slayer whirled round and blinked in surprise. Standing on the grass was Buffy, wearing jeans and a padded jacket and a knitted cap, mittens and tucked under the chin of a tall, powerfully build blond man. There was something different about her, a glow. A power.
“Hello Harry, good to see you. You wanted to see Buffy?” The man smiled down at and gently disengaged from the older Slayer.
Buffy smiled back, then looked at Kennedy. “Okay. Let me guess. You think I’m Super Bitch Numero Uno? That I’ve been manipulative and nasty and all sorts of things?”
Kennedy wanted to deny it, but something in Buffy’s voice and manner commanded that she answer honestly. “Yes.”
Buffy nodded. “Okay, don’t worry, Neville is gonna cast a detection spell on you. There may be a very subtle charm on you. If there is, we’ll need Willow to lift it. Neville?”
Neville moved his wand in a delicate, almost floral pattern and then nodded. “It’s there. Not as strong as on you and the others, but it’s there.”
Buffy nodded decisively. “Right, send a Patronus to Wil…” her voice trailed off at Neville’s expression. “What?”
Neville whispered something and Buffy looked at her watch and grinned. “Oh, right. Nookie time.”
“Willow’s with someone?” Kennedy asked, suddenly jealous.
Neville sighed. “You’d think I’d have gotten used to Slayer hearing by now. Yeah, she’s dating Hannah Abbott. You probably don’t know her.”
“Never heard of her,” Kennedy confirmed. “This spell…”
Buffy took her arm and led her away. Kennedy both cringed and wanted to bask in her presence. Buffy gave the younger Slayer a compassionate look. “The spell didn’t affect your relationship with Willow, Kennedy. You’re just not right for each other.”
“Oh,” Kennedy grimaced. “Am I that obvious?”
Buffy shrugged. “It’s what I would’ve asked. Don’t worry, the spell won’t harm you for the little while longer it’ll lay on you until Willow gets here.”
“Well, that’s something,” Kennedy muttered.
Buffy put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “Don’t worry. I’m sure there’s a nice girl out there for you somewhere.”
Kennedy groaned. “If one more person tells me that today, I’ll scream.”