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Category: Post-DH/AB Characters:Harry/Ginny, Hermione Granger, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom, Nymphadora Tonks, Ron Weasley Genres: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Drama, General, Romance Warnings: Death, Intimate Sexual Situations, Violence Story is Complete Rating: R Reviews: 59 Summary: Third in the Almost Happily Ever After series, starting at the end of the hunt for the remaining supporters of Tom Riddle and the end of Ginny's Quidditch career. Hitcount: Story Total: 123075; Chapter Total: 4928 Author's Notes: Fleur's revenge, and also Christmas. |
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The middle of December Fleur asked Ginny, “Would you like to write a story for the paper? There will be other reporters there, but I would like you to witness something and write about it as well.” “What about?” asked Ginny. “The Son-of-a-BITCH, Troll ugly inside, bastard who RAPED me and his equally perverted father,” Fleur said. “Thank you for talking to Tracy, Fleur,” Ginny said. “Thank you for agreeing to work with Jan on rape cases. They are so difficult.” Fleur asked, “Has Tracy had her baby yet?” Ginny answered, “Yes, she and Penelope had their daughters the same day, a week or so ago. Roger was pretty short of help for a few days. Both mothers are doing fine. Penelope named their daughter Morgan, and Tracy’s is Patricia. I saw Tracy and the baby yesterday. No father is listed on the birth certificate, and she is going to be Patricia Davis. “Pansy had her baby last month. She had a son, Perth Parkinson. I guess Pansy is nursing the baby, but not much else. It sounds real sad.” “Speaking of rapes, revenge, I have been told, is a dish best served cold,” a grim Fleur said. “Come with me to France tomorrow. Bill and I have been working on serving this dish for a long time, and tomorrow we will have our feast.” Well Ginny was always one for a little revenge, so she eagerly accompanied her sister-in-law to France. Fleur showed Ginny maps of the properties owned by the du la Fontaine families. There were two large and two smaller chateaus, a small Wizarding village, a totally hidden and magical winery and a small winery open to the Muggle public. “I hold mortgages on all of the property Joseph Marie Monford du la Fontaine Senior and Junior own. We have been constructing the mortgages for years, waiting for this day.” Fleur sat at one a large fancy table on one side of the courtroom. She introduced Ginny to several people including a couple of lawyers and accountants. Finally she said, “These are Henri Pierre Monford du la Fontaine Senior and Junior.” The younger of the two men said to Fleur, with a nod too Ginny, “I am so sorry for the actions of my cousin and uncle.” He then spent some time talking to Fleur in French. Ginny sat at one end of the large table, and Henri Pierre Monford du la Fontaine Junior sat next to her. “I spent some time in America, US and Canada,” he said, “and can translate for you’ Ginny did not know if she should take notes with a quill or with her laptop. She finally decided that since she was going to have to use her laptop at class in San Francisco she might as well start now. When Ginny expressed hesitation about using the laptop Henri Jr. said, “I can get a transcription of the testimony and translate it for you. Keep track of the emotions, of what else is going on. If you are writing testimony don’t worry about getting all the words down or if they are totally accurate.” Then Henri Jr. said, “Joseph Marie Monford du la Fontaine Senior and Junior have raped and robbed many people. When my grandparents’ estate was divided they received the larger portion, but have wasted money on lawsuits and paying off parents of girls they raped or paying off the girls. They have wasted money in other ways, living dissolute lives. Neither of their wives will live with them anymore.” Joseph Marie Monford du la Fontaine Senior and Junior were brought into the courtroom, both looking rather bleary eyed and hung over. “Since they first received notice of the court proceedings they have been on a two week long drinking binge trying to forget. They think their lawyers will save them again,” Henri said. “I think we have stayed a couple of steps ahead of them, though.” Fleur started by asking for a demand note to be paid immediately. The note had been given to both Joseph Sr. and Jr. a week ago, but they had not raised cash enough to pay it. They tried to pledge another piece of property, but it seemed that everything they owned was pledged to some loan or another. It also looked like Fleur controlled every one of the loans. Some of the properties could be redeemed, or repossessed from the la Fontaine family, only for cash. When a lawyer for the two men contested the ability of Fleur and the people she represented to pay the notes Fleur had two Goblins roll in a cart containing ten million Gallons of gold, from the Harry Potter Estates, with a promise to bring in more if that was necessary. All the documents were in order showing that Fleur was a trustee for the estate and that the Potter Estates backed up all the commitments made by Fleur, and that she personally controlled all the notes. “Do they really owe more than their property is worth?” Ginny asked Henri replied, “Only about twenty five percent of the value of the property has been pledged or borrowed against, but everything has carefully been constructed so as Joseph Sr. and Jr. ran out of cash Fleur could take not just enough to pay off the loans but everything.” “She’s cheating them!” Ginny exclaimed. “She’s raping them, yes,” Henri replied with a grin. “They deserve it.” The lawyers and accountants conjured up two displays, one showing how each note or loan was related to each other one, and why as one note was defaulted on another one came due, and a second board showing what property was involved. The proceedings were long and drawn out, and Ginny could see the two du la Fontaine’s, father and son, and their lawyers, getting more and more frustrated. Finally, in the middle of the afternoon, Fleur got up and waved two parchments and made a short but impassionate speech to the three judge panel that was hearing the case. The judges looked at the paperwork for some time. Ginny asked, “What is going on now?” “You own all the property, all the real estate, free and clear,” Henri said. “Well, the Potter Estates owns most of it, but Fleur personally has a stake and not a small one either. We, my father and I, are going to manage all the property as if we owned it, and as I understand it over the next couple of generations try and buy back all but Fleur’s stake. As long as my uncle and cousin are alive, however, Fleur intends to keep her stake in the property.” “Is that how you will get revenge?” Ginny asked. “I do not think Fleur is through getting HER revenge. They still owe money on a couple of personal notes, and Fleur has stripped them of everything,” Henri replied. “I think I know what is coming next.” Finally the chief judge handed the parchments back to Fleur and called her two antagonists to stand before her and the court. “She is demanding all their personal property, clothes, even their wands, in payment for the one note,” Henri said with a grim grin. “They are objecting. Fleur is insisting. They are refusing to sign anything. The judges are ordering it to be done anyway. They don’t have anything but the clothes on their backs.” There was another conference, and then Henri said, “There is one more note. It is small, but it has terrible consequences if they can’t pay, and they can’t. Fleur is asking the judges to allow people who they have hurt to make brief two minute statements.” It was obvious that the judges agreed, because for the next hour over thirty people, mostly women but some families, a couple of men, made their statements. Ginny understood a little French, and Henri filled her in on some of what was said. The father and son had obviously been real bastards, raping and cheating over many years. Finally Fleur stood before the men demanding something. “Is she really asking for the clothes off their backs?” Ginny asked Henri. “That’s all they have left,” Henri replied. “She wants to strip even that, and any self-respect, away from them.” There was a brief standoff, and then Fleur touched each of them with her wand and they were left with nothing on but their boxers. She contemplated both men with disgust, wacked their privates with her wand, and the boxers disappeared as well, leaving the two men naked and in pain. Fleur said something in French, and then translated it in English, saying, “You have just been raped by Fleur Isabella Delacour Weasley.” Fleur turned to the court and said something. Henri explained, “Fleur is giving the women and children permission to live in one of the chateaux, and they are agreeing to work for my father and for me as valued family members, as long as those two,” pointing to the two men, who were sitting down with their lawyers still naked and in pain, “are forbidden from entering the chateau.” The lawyers for the two now broke de la Fontaine’s approached Fleur, asking for payment. At the end of a long discussion they left in disgust. Henri said, “Fleur has given them a choice. She will pay for their representing my uncle and cousin, as long as they agree to refrain from representing shady clients. Since most of their practice is in representing shady clients they are going to have a hard time agreeing to that!” Finally everybody was getting ready to go, leaving the two naked men sitting at the one table, no lawyers, and no family. Henri’s father approached the two men, and there was a long and animated discussion in French. Henri finally said, “Father has agreed to provide each of them with a garment and housing in one of the old slave quarters. They are going to have to work for anything else, though.” Ginny looked as the two men left with Henri’s father. The garments were simple smocks that barely covered the men’s buttocks, with PROPERTY OF THE Henri Pierre Monford du la Fontaine ESTATE prominently written on them in the front and back. As they were leaving a still grim Fleur said to Ginny, “Revenge is a bitter dish, Ginny. I hope you never have to serve it.” Fleur turned to Ginny and hugged her, tears starting to fall. “It was NOT worth the humiliation, the pain, of the RAPE. It’s just better than nothing. Sons … of … bitches!” Ginny spent the next evening and morning in France, with Henri Jr., writing her story for the Daily Prophet. Henri Jr. translated it into French. The story, with both Ginny and Henri’s name on it, ran in magical papers all over the world. Ginny went to the Prophet, and the middle of the afternoon went to the Ministry to tell Harry what had been going on. As she was getting ready to leave Ginny looked at the couch in Harry’s office, told Mitzi to leave for a short period of time, and said, “We missed last night and this morning.” “Here, in my office?” asked Harry. “I understand Aurors have good ways of securing places so someone doesn’t surprise you,” Ginny said with a wicked grin. Mary Lou Creevey saw Mitzi outside Harry’s office. “Is Ginny in there?” she asked. Mitzi nodded. “What are Harry and Ginny doing?” Mary Lou asked. Mitzi giggled. “You are out of the room because they are in there …?” Mary Lou didn’t finish the sentence. She didn’t have to. Ginny called Mitzi a few minutes later, and, straightening her clothes, she left Harry’s office with a silly grin on her face. As she passed by Mary Lou’s desk Mary Lou said, “GINNY WEASLEY POTTER, really!” “Harry’s irresistible, and I’m weak,” Ginny said with a big grin. “Harry cannot resist YOU, Ginny,” Mary Lou said. “I doubt if he suggested it.” “Whatever,” Ginny said, leaving with a snarky smile. Witches Rumors somehow found out, and from then on they had Harry and Ginny shagging three times a day. Harry didn’t say much when people kidded him about the Rumors articles. He just grinned. Ginny liked being “Sexy Ginny Potter.” When people kidded her she just said, “You’re jealous.” Sunday Ginny told the family all about the trial, and how smart and brave Fleur was. Fleur was saying nothing, sitting next to Bill holding his hand. Finally Fleur spoke, saying, “No more talk. It was NOT worth it. SONS OF BITCHES!” Fleur sat tightly next to Bill, and you could see a little tear escape. Fleur was always so in control, but the Veela magic was not enough to vanish the pain of the rape. Ginny talked to Fleur privately later, to encourage her to get some counseling. Fleur replied, “I did, for a long time. I think I need to go back.” Ginny learned that Fleur went back to the counselors who had helped her, both in France and in Britain, and Bill attended some of the sessions as well. December Harry and Ginny attended the Christmas dance at Hogwarts. Ginny tried to dance with high heel shoes on, but that was a disaster, so she danced with flats on. She never did get enough of her balance back to feel comfortable in high heels, and her motions were always a little slower than before the accident, no problem for slow dances, but the Potters always sat out the faster dances. Harry left work December Friday December 19, 2003, with word that unless there was an emergency he would not be back in the office in anything like a regular way until sometime in August 2004. Christmas was one of those times when you became very aware of how old all the nieces and nephews were, starting with Teddy. Even though Andromeda was back at the New Burrow, Teddy was still living with Harry and Ginny, and would be living with them until they came back from North America. Teddy was always considered one of the Weasley grandchildren, even though he was not biologically related. Teddy was 5 , still the oldest of the children and a very good, responsible child. He had quite a bit more control over being a Metamorphous, and frequently entertained children and adults by changing his appearance. Naturally he was a very good looking child, and since Victoire pouted when he changed his face he stayed the same most of the time. His hair was a different matter; he usually had strange colored hair, and delighted in changing it into real striking and unusual colors and combinations of colors. The next oldest was Fred, 4 . He had calmed down a little. Some of it was growing up. Some of it was learning how his parents made money. He had learned that he needed to behave to allow the staff at WWW to sell products, and learn about letters and numbers to read labels on merchandise and help sell. Fred’s enthusiasm made him a natural salesman, and as long as you could direct him he had turned into a good student. It helped that Fred did not have to do his schoolwork sitting at a desk. He was much better working on a magical white board while standing up. No one corrected Freddy for being active. Little Molly Weasley was almost 3 , a quiet good girl. She and Fred shared the same Weasley red hair but not much else. They were both bright enough but Molly was as introverted and quiet as Fred was outgoing and loud. Victoire was also 3 years old. She was not boisterous, but she was much more social, aggressively outgoing and cute, and bright. Her hair had gotten darker as she had gotten older, and she was a much darker red now, somehow mostly red with a little blond blending together in a delightful combination. Victoire still looked more Weasley than Delacour. Roxanne was 2 , outgoing, not as wild as her older brother but certainly an active and bright child. Lucy was only 2, younger and quieter than Roxanne but more self confident and outgoing than her older sister Molly. Dominique was just a year old. She was a beautiful well behaved girl, delightful not only to Bill and Fleur but also the delight of her older sister, who tried, to Dominique’s great annoyance, to take care of her. Dominique looked just like Fleur, same hair, same face with just a hint of Bill in her looks. Grandmother Molly was just delighted with all these grandchildren, and Harry and Ginny were enjoying being aunt and uncle to the nieces and nephews. To the great delight of all the grandchildren and their parents Harry and Ginny gave as one Christmas present, a day at Grimmauld Place with Harry, Ginny and Teddy. Between December 20 and December 30 Harry and Ginny had everyone but Dominique at Grimmauld place for an overnight. Dominique was in the process of being weaned, but she still wanted to nurse a couple of times a day and Fleur didn’t mind Dominique playing baby occasionally. Ginny was also trying to get ready to move to San Francisco. They were going to be in a moderate size three bedroom apartment, and except for Mitzi there was not going to be house elf help. The apartment was in a totally magical building with a lot of security. Ginny was determined to prove that she could take care of herself and Harry. The Healers from St. Mungo’s met with their counterparts in San Francisco, and together they made the apartment handicapped ready. Ginny couldn’t carry much without some sort of support, and she hated using a walker. Mitzi was limited in what she could carry to help Ginny. The Healers from San Francisco had what is called an umbrella stroller that could carry a backpack or other things. With an extension charm it could carry several bags of groceries. It was magically charmed so it gave Ginny support. Harry and Ginny were going to be in safe space most of the time, so although there was going to be one Auror couple assigned to them most of the time the Auror couple was going to be going to the same classes as Harry and Ginny. Harry and Ginny had their usual Christmas party for the children of St. Mungo’s and other traumatized children, again about a week after Christmas. Harry and Ginny had a delightful time during the Christmas Holidays, but they did not exactly have a relaxing time. The last day of December Ginny’s underwear were spotted again, the second time since she had gained back the weight she had lost with the Harpies exercise program. ‘Still no real monthly yet,’ thought Ginny. ‘Until I get my monthly back I can’t get pregnant.’ |
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