"Does everyone have everything?" Molly called out as the group prepared to activate their portkey.

"Everyone looks ready mum," Charlie spoke up.

"Fred George?" Molly raised an eyebrow.

"We're fine mum," the twins agreed.

"Could you take a look at my hair?" Hannah asked quickly, "I think I've got it looking right but . . ."

"I'll take a look at it dear," Molly agreed.

"Thanks for letting me come with your group," Hannah said. "I can't believe I left my formal robes at home."

"No reason you should have taken them to Hogwarts with you," Molly said.

"I know, it's just . . . I feel like I should have been more prepared." Hannah replied.

"Is everyone here?" Arthur spoke up, noticing that his wife was distracted with some sort of mysterious female ritual.

"Yeah dad," Bill agreed. "We're all here."

"Then let's go," Arthur decided. "Everyone grab hold . . . wedding."

The portkey activated and the group felt themselves pulled south to the mysterious Mr. Black's island fortress.

The group landed in an empty room and looked around nervously, who knew what sort of dark creature might greet them.

"Hey mum," Ron called out from behind the group.

"Ron, Hermione, Ginny . . . where's Harry?" Molly asked with a frown, she had counted the children and found one missing. "Didn't he come?"

"He came," Ron confirmed. "But the portkey made him sick so he's in the bathroom or something."

"That poor dear," Molly said sympathetically. "Do you think I should go look after him?"

"He'll be fine mum," Ron said. "Someone's already looking after him."

"Well . . ." Molly pursed her lips.

"And we really should be getting to Penny," Hermione added. "Her mother hasn't gotten here yet and she doesn't have anyone to keep her company."

"She doesn't?" Molly frowned, "let's go attend my future daughter."

"Harry had better appreciate this," Hermione muttered as she followed Molly out of the room.

"What was that dear?" Molly asked.

"Just worrying about Harry," Hermione replied with a false grin.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Molly said. "The important thing is that we get to Penny and make sure that she's ready for the wedding."

IIIIIIIIII

In another part of the fortress, Harry and Henchgirl were relaxing over a warm mug of tea.

"So then he goes outside and sees all the yuki-onna sunbathing without any clothes on," Henchgirl said with a suppressed laugh. "And I thought his head would explode, he just took a few deep breaths and came back inside. Then he turned to me and said . . . ok, I take it back. I can see why Mr. Black is wors.h.i.+ped as a G.o.d of fertility."

"G.o.d of fertility?" Harry asked through wheezing laughter.

"Some town in Bulgaria," Henchgirl replied. "Something about a pack of Veela . . . so, anything interesting happen to you?"

"Aside from finding out how the rest of the world saw my vacation?" Harry asked with a grin, "no. It's been great, nice and quiet."

"I heard something about a broken jaw?" Henchgirl's nose scrunched up, "and some dead death eaters."

"I broke some idiot's jaw after he put Ginny in the Hospital," Harry said quickly. "And I don't think I really killed those death eaters, it was in the Room of Requirements so I'm not sure if they were really there."

"Room of Requirements?" Henchgirl wanted clarification.

"It's a room in Hogwarts that provides anything you need," Harry explained. "You walk past it three times and think of what you need and a door appears."

"Oh . . . so you don't think it gave you real death eaters?" Henchgirl said with a slow nod.

"No, no my life isn't that simple." Harry agreed, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try it out."

"Would you mind taking a few magical readings with your Hex-Quarter?" Henchgirl asked hopefully, "a room like that could be useful in the testing and prototype stages."

"Sure," Harry agreed. "I'll also see if I can't get the room to show me how it was made."

"Be sure to record anything it gives you," Henchgirl said. "And I'll be sure to show the Architect your raw data."

"I just love the look he gets on his face when we show him new things to incorporate," Harry said with a grin.

"Looks like a child in a room full of Potions Texts," Henchgirl agreed.

"Right . . . any progress on spell book?" Harry asked.

"We've made some," Henchgirl agreed. "But there's something else I wanted to talk with you about."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"The various Magical Law Enforcement agencies have been asking to send people to you for instruction," Henchgirl replied. "And they're offering to give anything to get it."

"I see . . . we might be able to use this," Harry said slowly.

"That was my thought," Henchgirl agreed. "But I wasn't sure how we could arrange things."

"Rather then me teaching them, why don't we have them teach each other?" Harry suggested. "We get each one to teach their spells and specialties."

"Kind of like a finis.h.i.+ng school for the professionals," Henchgirl nodded. "But what happens when they've all taught each other?"

"It'll never happen," Harry said smugly. "Too many people and too many things to learn, tell them that I might drop in occasionally to teach something obscure like how to make an Atlantien omelet or to erect ancient Egyptian wards."

"But who knows," Henchgirl said getting into the spirit of things. "No one can predict when or if the mysterious Mr. Black might decide to show up and who knows what he might teach. I think teaching them to make an Atlantien omelet would be great, it'd really mess with their heads."

"Make sure everyone has a badge and everyone agrees to help if we ask for it," Harry continued. "Or if not a badge, something to blur their faces while they're here."

"Good idea," Henchgirl agreed. "That'd let you attend all the cla.s.ses you want without anyone being the wiser."

"I try," Harry said with a blush.

"Any Problems with your equipment?" Henchgirl asked with a grin.

"Nope," Harry shook his head. "Everything is working the way it should . . . I think."

"Good," Henchgirl replied. "Can I see your motorcycle?"

"Sure," Harry agreed. "Why?"

"He's cute," Henchgirl said. "And I miss him."

"Cute?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Cute," Henchgirl confirmed. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that girls like horses?"

"I hadn't thought of that, how about I leave him here for a while so you can keep him company?" Harry suggested with a grin, "I'm not going to need him with me at Hogwarts."

"If you say so," Henchgirl agreed.

"I do," Harry said firmly.

"Do you mind if I name him?" Henchgirl asked hopefully.

"Sure," Harry said with a shrug. "If you like."

"Yay," Henchgirl cheered. "Thanks Harry."

"No problem," Harry said with a smile. "Whatever makes you happy."

"Should we head back to your friends now?" Henchgirl asked quietly.

"Is it time for the wedding?" Harry said as he checked his watch.

"No," Henchgirl shook her head. "We've still got a bit of time."

"Then I'd rather wait here with you," Harry replied. "They're my friends but . . ."

"I understand," Henchgirl said. "So tell me about your friends, I haven't had a chance to meet with them and I'd like to know what to expect."

IIIIIIIIII

The girls led Molly and Hannah down several halls to the rooms that had been set aside for Penny's use before the wedding.

"Penny," Molly called out as she entered the room. "Are you in here."

"Yes," Penny replied nervously. "Thank you for coming Mrs. Weasley."

"Call me Mum Penny dear," Molly pulled the younger woman into a hug. "You're part of the family now."

"I'm sorry," Penny said as tears began flowing down her cheeks. "Percy left because of me and I'm so sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about dear," Molly replied. "Now dry those tears and tell me when you're expecting my first grandchild to be born."

"Another month and a half," Penny replied with a bit of hesitation.

"That's wonderful," Molly said enthusiastically. "Would you like me to come down to keep you company when you get close?"

"I wouldn't want to be any trouble," Penny demurred.

"No trouble at all," Molly waved off her soon to be daughter in law's concerns. "With the children at school I just sit around the house all day, It'd be good to take care of someone again."

"You don't mind living in Mr. Black's fortress for a little while while you wait?" Penny asked. Color was starting to return to the girl's cheeks.

"Of course not," Molly replied. "I'm sure he's very nice when you get to meet him."

"What's he like?" Hannah overcame her shyness to ask the question that all the girls wanted to hear.

"I'm not sure," Penny replied. "I haven't met him yet, I don't think he's on the island."

"What's it like living here?" Hermione asked, "I heard that Mr. Black had the largest collection of Egyptian scrolls in the world."

"It's empty," Penny said with a smile. "There aren't too many people here right now so it can be a bit lonely."

"All the more reason for me to come down here," Molly interjected.

"Do you know if it's gonna be a boy or a girl?" Ginny asked quietly.

"No," Penny said quickly. "Percy and I wanted it to be a surprise."

Everyone looked up as the door opened again to admit an older version of Penelope.

"Are you in here Penny?" The distinguished looking woman called out.

"Mum?" Penny's voice choked up.

IIIIIIIIII

Harry watched as Henchgirl showered his motorcycle's horse form with attention.

"Mortis?" Harry asked incredulously. "Isn't that a bit redundant?"

"It's a cute name," Henchgirl replied quickly. "Don't you think so Mortis?"

The translucent stallion neighed in in agreement as it took a deep sniff of Henchgirl's hair.

"See," Henchgirl said triumphantly. "He likes it."

"Whateve . . . oh h.e.l.l," Harry said.

"What is it?" Henchgirl asked.

"You're supposed to give a wedding present at a wedding right?" Harry asked nervously.

"The Doctor took care of that," Henchgirl replied. "Mr. Black got them some sort of hovering enchanted ball that will watch over and protect their baby."

"What about Harry Potter?" Harry said quickly.

"Harry Potter got them an everfull jar of milk, it has several settings and he thought it would be good for the baby and because he didn't know if there were cows on Mr. Black's island so he thought they might be able to use it," Henchgirl said with a grin. "He picked it up on his vacation and if they try to trace it back they'll find that they can be bought in a small country town with a large dairy industry for a modest price."

"You guys think of everything don't you?" Harry asked with a smile.

"Yup," Henchgirl agreed. "We've also slipped Hermione a book on useful house hold charms for child rearing to give and Ron a small training broom. They asked the Doctor about it and she told them that Harry had given pa.s.sed off his gift and then worried that his friends might have forgotten. The Doctor worried that this might distress her patient and decided to resolve the matter. Poor Harry, worse case of Portkey sickness she'd ever seen."

"And they say I'm supposed to be the super spy," Harry said with a laugh.

"The Doctor said something about how an efficient support staff is essential to the success of your endeavors," Henchgirl explained. "And then she started telling us what we should do."

"Oh," Harry said with a slow nod. "I guess that makes sense."

"That it does," Henchgirl agreed with a glance at her watch. "We'd better start heading towards the chapel."

"There's a chapel here?" Harry asked.

"Sort of," Henchgirl agreed with a shrug. "The Architect built one when he heard there was going to be a wedding, it'll s.h.i.+ft itself to a dozen different forms depending on what sort of ceremony you want to have."

"He just wanted an excuse to do some more construction," Harry sighed. "Well . . . whatever makes him happy."

Harry and Henchgirl walked down a long hallway and through a set of double doors and into what looked like a large reception and banquet hall.

"Who's going to perform the ceremony?" Harry asked as the approached a large group of people.

"There isn't going to be a ceremony," Henchgirl replied. "They're already married, Mr. Black arranged all this so his friend from Shengri La could give a blessing to the young couple and so their families could have a chance to come see them."

"Shengri La?" Hermione croaked, "it's real?"

"Of course it is," Henchgirl agreed. "You didn't think Mr. Black would ask the Lama of Shengri La to give his blessing if he didn't exist did you?"

"I ment that I thought Shengri La was a myth," Hermione explained.

"Well you were wrong," Henchgirl replied. "They just like their privacy."

"Oh . . . and Mr. Black knows where it is?" Hermione asked, wanting to get as much information as possible.

"Of course he does," Henchgirl said with a nod. "He spent a long time studying there."

"Feeling better Harry?" Hermione asked sympathetically, hoping to change the subject.

"Much," Harry answered. "I even got some stuff for my stomach that might keep me from being so sick after we return to Hogwarts."

"That's good," Hermione said happily. "Looks like things are starting."

An elderly man in a saffron robe entered the room and walked to the front of the crowd. Clearing his throat, the elderly man chanted a couple of sutras.

Percy then walked to his place in front of the old man and waited nervously for his bride.

Penny shot her husband a nervous smile as she walked up the isle to take her place by his side and the old monk began to talk.

"I have been asked to come here to give my blessings to this young couple by my good friend Mr. Black." The old man in the saffron robe said with a serene look on his face. "He told me of their great love for each other and how their devotion was so strong that they gave up everything to protect their unborn child. As you have already married in the eyes of the law, this will be short. Do you promise to show each other love and respect each other?"

"I do," Percy agreed.

"I do," Penny concurred.

"Then I have no reservations and I will grant you my blessing without further delay," the old monk said with a smile. The crowd watched as the old man chanted another sutra. After he finished, a large smile bloomed on the man's face. "Let me be the first to congratulate you and to wish you a long life of peace and happiness."

"Thank you," Penny replied quietly.

"Yes, thank you." Percy agreed.

The crowd cheered as Penny embraced her husband and captured his lips in a long kiss.

"What happens now?" Percy asked after managing to come up for air.

"We eat," the monk replied simply. "If we're following the tradition that I'm familiar with."

"That sounds fine," Penny gave her own opinion of the matter.

The crowd broke up and headed towards the food on the large tables around the perimeter of the room.

"What's this?" Ron asked as he ladled a strange looking food onto his plate.

"That?" The Professor glanced over, "is an Atlantean dish of somesort. I believe Mr. Black said that he got it from a chap named Myrddin."

"Myrddin?" Ron asked, p.r.o.nouncing the strangely familiar name.

"Yes," the Professor agreed. "Mr. Black said that the poor bloke wasn't much of a wizard but that he had some good recipes."

"Oh," Ron replied.

"What are you eating Ron?" Hermione asked when she joined her friend. "h.e.l.lo Professor."

"h.e.l.lo Ms. Granger," the Professor replied with a smile.

"Some recipe from a guy named Myrddin," Ron replied as he shoved a great ma.s.s of it into his mouth. "It's good."

"Don't talk with your mouth full," Hermione scolded. "Myrddin?"

"According to Mr. Black," the Professor began. "While he wasn't much of a wizard, he was a decent cook."

"I'll say," Ron agreed.

"It can't be," Hermione gasped. "What else can you tell me about Myrddin?"

"Not much," the Professor replied. He loved doing this to people. "Mr. Black says that he was some snot nosed kid that was tossed out of Atlantis for being so underpowered, not a bad sort though and like I like I said a decent cook."

"What happened after that?" Hermione demanded.

"I don't know," the Professor said with a shrug. "I think he went to your part of the world, Mr. Black never said much about it one way or the other."

"But . . ." Hermione said dumbly.

"I think you fried her brain," Ron said happily. "I always wanted to see that happen."

"Yes . . . well, I can't imagine why she'd act like that." The Professor said innocently.

"Girls," Ron explained with a shrug. "Are strange and they do things like that for no reason."

"I suppose," the Professor said scratching his chin.

"Hey Ron," Harry said with a smile. "What's with Hermione?"

"Don't know," Ron said. "Still throwing up?"

"Feeling better," Harry replied.

"So did Mr. Black show up?" Ron demanded. "I didn't see him."

"He's here," the Professor confirmed.

"Where is he?" Ron scanned the crowd.

"I told you," the Professor replied smugly. "He could be sitting right next to you and you wouldn't even know it."

"Well . . . I don't see him," Ron said. "Do you see anyone odd Harry?"

"In this crowd?" Harry asked, shooting the Professor a nasty look. "You're going to have to narrow that question down quite a bit."

AN: My computer was being repaired, let's use that as the excuse for why I haven't updated sooner. For some reason I keep typing 'p' when I want to type 'b' and it is really starting to annoy me. Percy and Penny were already married on paper, the monk just came to give a blessing which is about as much partic.i.p.ation as they normally have in Buddhist weddings, granted I could have written out a big long production but why bother.

Omake Part 2 - If the room actually worked that way by MisterQ

A little while ago, the Dark Lord Voldemort was addressing his inner circle.

"Tonight, I must be alone to plan the demise of Harry Potter and Mr. Black!" He spoke with authority. "Now, I shall go to my private thinking chamber. Do not disturb me for any reason, understood?"

The high level Deatheaters all nodded, not wis.h.i.+ng to experience the unforgivable pain curse.

"Good, now leave me!" The dark lord spoke as he walked into his thinking room, a small converted bathroom. He sat on the.. um.. throne and cast every locking and silencing charm he knew of.

"Now to get some ideas in the usual way." He said as while picking up the latest issue of 'Naughty Which Magazine' and opening it to the centerfold so he could.. er.. read the articles. "Heh, and the headmaster of my old orphanage said this would make me go blind."

And Voldemort's head promptly dissapeared.

When Tom Riddle split his soul into horocruxes so he would be able to survive just about anything, he succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. If, 12 years ago, he would have cast any curse other than the killing one at a baby Harry Potter, he would have survived the feedback without any problems. Unfortunatly, a spell to seperate body and soul turned him into a black smokey phantom for more than a decade. Having his head and most of his heart suddenly seperate from his body had no such detrimental effects.

When Voldemort suddenly saw Harry Potter, he immediately tried to curse him. That's when he noticed something was very, very, VERY wrong. For one, he couldn't feel his wand, or the rest of his body for than matter; two - not having any lungs, he wasn't able to speak; and worst of all, he had no idea what happened to his issue 'Naughty Witch Magazine'. All he could do was silently mouth obsenities at the trio of students in the Room of Requirements.

"Oh man, I wish I'd never learned how to read lips." said Harry as he chewed on a piece of Voldemort's heart. "M... dark lord jerky."

Hermione was shocked until she remembered what Harry had said. "Vampire part?"

"Yeah. My vampire side likes the tasty blood of the Dark Lord." Harry said before changing suddenly into his part man - part wolf form. "But my werewolf side loves the chewy center."

If anyone were to listen closely, they would hear the well-oiled gears in the bushy-haired girl's head crash and shread. Hermione promptly decided the best course of action was to faint. Ron quickly followed suit.

The next day, Hermione woke up in her bed and stretched in restful pleasure until she remembered what happened the previous night. "Wow, that was the craziest dream I've ever had!" she said after dressing and heading out to the common room.

"If it involved Harry and the head of a certain Dark Lord, than it wasn't a dream." said Ron. They glanced at each other for a moment and raced up to the Room of Requirements.

They never expected the sight that awaited them. The entire room was cluttered with... stuff! And in the middle of the various items was a quietly contemplating Harry Potter.

"Harry! What is all this... stuff?" exclaimed Hermiony.

"Oh this? I decided to experiment with the room some after requesting you both appear in your beds." Harry said. "For instance, I really need the most powerful magic ring ever."

A small plain golden ring appeared in mid air and fell onto the lid of a golden ark.

"Whoa, do you feel that? This thing feels like one solid Imperius curse. Best get rid of it." Harry raised his head up.

"I really need this ring to be no more."

The golden ring vanished without a sound only to reappear a foot above the caldera of a mighty volcano.

Elsewhere.

"This ring is a great burden, Sam. I wish I didn't have to carry it to Mount Dum, but..." Whatever the small hobbit was about to say was forgotten as the one ring vanished.

Frodo blinked. Then blinked again. Gandolf and Samwise followed suit.

Frodo looked up at his wizard friend and spoke, "I wish Sauron and the one ring were destroyed."

Feeling the ring melt, Sauron chose that moment to explode - destroying Mordor.

Frodo, Samwise, and Gandolf blinked again. The ancient wizard did the only thing he could think of. With a twinkle in his eye, he pulled out a small pouch from his robes and extended it to Frodo.

"Do you want a Lemon Flavored Elven Candy?"

Back in the Room of Requirements, Hermione was puzzled.

"But.. vampire... werewolf.. Harry.. heart... Voldemort.." she said eloquently.

"Oh yeah, I transformed one of my nose bogeys into a bowling ball and encased Riddle's head in it. I hope Dumbledore likes his gift." Harry looked toward said pale green orb with the head of a very angry former dark lord in it, still mouthing words. "No, I don't think that would be anatomically possible either for me or for the doberman." He told the head.

"So what did you bring into this place?" Ron asked, looking around. He supposed if hundreds of students practised magic in the same building for a thousand years, the power of the room would indeed be fantastic.

He gazed around and saw just about everything he could ever imagine. There was a alabaster staff like the one he seen in pictures of Merlin, a black growling book with the word 'Necronomicon' on the side, some red sparkling ladies shoes, a small gold puzzlebox, a huge circle with strange symbols all around it, several small orange b.a.l.l.s with stars in them, a amulet of what looked like a Yen symbol, a ma.s.sive monolithic sword with several glowing orbs in it, a necklace of a glowing pink jewel, a sleek silver muggle car with the letters 'DMC' on the grill, and ma.s.sive boulder with a silver sword stuck in it.

Harry looked over all the things in the room and slowly got up from his chair. "I suppose I should use some of this stuff."

"First, to take care of Peeves." Harry said while strapping on the working proton pack onto his back. He attached a light sabre to his side on a belt holding several odd red and white orbs. "Then, as for the remaining Deatheaters, I'm gonna catch 'em all!"

Omake by Anthony Henry

It was just another day in knockturn alley for Mundungus Fletcher, Suddenly one of his customer looked closly at the crest on one of the silverware pieces he was trying to sell. the customer read the latin on the plate "Toujours pur? d.a.m.n this is the Black Family Crest"

At the word "Black", Half of Knockturn Alley in hearing distance flinched and looked over ther shoulders as if expecting death himself to be walking down the street. The other have did not bother looking over their sholders they just RAN... Straight at Mundungus Fletcher picking him up giving him all the silverware he had sold earlier in the day and closing his case and physical carried him from Knockturn alley throwing him out into Diagon Alley before they crawlled back into their various holes to hide from thier near brush with Mr Black.

Mundungus Fletcher picked himself up off the ground grabbed his case and growled toward knockturn alley mumbling under his breath "think they can throw me out do they!" Just then several loud explosions were heard coming from a near by alleyway as he turned he notice Auror Tonks and Harry Potter's friend Hermione standing just outside the alley watching a lightshow coming from the alley.

"d.a.m.n Tonks and Harry own this stuff better put it back... or else "

Just then a pa.s.sing bystander asked Mundungus "Did you hear Mr Black just killed another 20 Death Eaters"

'Yeap i am definatly returniing this NOW' Mundungus Fletcher thought as he race to the Floo point

Omake: by Dean Angel

(based of the omake by Steve2)which was based off of Chapter 24)

Later that day:

"Oh, I hope 'arrie ees all right," one veela remarked to the other as they started walking into town to pick up some more supplies.

"We should ask someone in town and remember to call 'im Mr. Black, Gabrielle's cousin reminded the other veela.

As the two veelas walked into town they encounter the healer that had treated Mr. Black just earlier that day. The healer in turn noticed the tired appearance of the duet of veela, a result of staying up several nights in a row.

"Oh, you're zee village Dealer, yes?" At the man's hesitant nod veela #2 continued, "EEs Mr. Black all right, we were worried about 'im. We knew it was a bad idea for him to continue s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g even knowing the dangers, but 'ee so wanted to please us." She said referring to him s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g in the light bulb on the ladder as a thank you gift to them.

"Ah, so it was true then," the healer said nodding to himself. "You are doing fine now then, or do you need anything that I can help you with?" The man asked, trying to be helpful.

"Non, we are just tired from staying up ze last few nights playing all the games zat 'ee wanted to." She punctuated this remark with a yawn.

"Did he play with just you two?" The healer carefully asked.

"Non, didn't 'ee tell you? 'Ee played with all nine of us." Gabrielle's cousin innocently said, not realizing that they we talking about two different things.

"By ze way ees Mr. Black alright?" Veela #2 said bringing the question they came to find out back to the forefront.

"Mr. Black will be all right, he just had a cracked pelvis and a severe case of dehydration, which I gave him some potions for," he rea.s.sured the two veela.

The veela thanked him and went to pick up the supplies that they came into town for. As they walked away the healer heard one veela worriedly ask the other if the dehydration was caused by all kissing they made him do.