Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse @ghostandmiracle42
Act II, Chapter 10

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As promised, enjoy the final chapter of Act II! Don't murder me for the cliff-hanger. Murder Ghost, it was his idea. – Miracle.

"100 favourites! Wow! That was a lot faster than we expected… MUM! Get away from that!" Crystal yelled, walking into the house with the groceries in one hand and her phone in the other. Crystal's mother was leaned over the Typewriter of Infinite Power, typing rapidly on the keys. Crystal panicked and rushed over, then, seeing what her mother had done, tried to wrench her arms away from the device.

"No! What did I tell you! No dating till you've finished your Masters in Medicine. I'm very disappointed in you!" She said, pointing an accusatory finger at Crystal, who looked horrified as she read through the text and realised the woman had changed the entire narrative.

"Do you realise what you've done!" Crystal screeched, "Miracle! Ghost!"

"Seriously," Crystal's mum exclaimed, "why do you insist on using those stupid names?"

Miracle and Ghost came running downstairs from the bedroom, both flushed and in stages of undress.

"What is going on here!?" Ghost yelled.

"Mum's trying to rewrite the Yule Ball!"

Ghost panicked and helped Crystal pull their mother away from the Cosmic Typewriter while Miracle rushed over and began assessing the damage.

"Looks like I can fix the foreshadowing and the disclaimer, have to let them know that the song 'Enchanted', featured within this chapter is by Taylor Swift. Hmm… the sentence structure looks corrupted… have to start again…" she muttered as the siblings tried to console their mother, who was raging about underage dating, despite the fact that her son had quite obviously just been having sex one floor above her. Thankfully, she hadn't noticed that Miracle had forgotten to put on pants, or that the hastily thrown on shirt she wore was not her own.


Act II, Chapter 10: Enchanted


Ginny sat down next to Hermione and Luna for breakfast, trying desperately to tune out her friends latest rant about House Elf enslavement. Last night, Hermione had dragged Harry, Ginny and the rest of the Defenders down to the kitchens to meet the House Elf population of Hogwarts. It had not gone well. After Hermione had inadvertently insulted the entire elfish community, Jessica had sat her down and explained, with Dobby's help, that for a House Elf, being given clothes was the greatest insult possible. Dobby himself had said that he was a unique case, as his masters had been highly abusive. The House Elves enjoyed working and most considered it a great affront to be paid anything. Luna had then suggested that instead of campaigning for the House Elves, she should campaign with them. Hermione had been highly affronted by this and accused the elves of being brain-washed into their enslavement. Suffice to say, Brains and Alias were currently not talking, which made Duelling Lessons with Sirius, Remus and now Tonks – who had graduated from the Auror Academy in the last week of November – very tense. On the bright side, only Jessica still struggled to form a Patronus.

"Hey guys," Harry said, sitting down opposite them. Ginny looked up at his dazzling green eyes and resisted the urge to sigh. It had been two days now since he had asked her to the Yule Ball, and Ginny was still on a high over the whole deal. They had decided to keep it very secret so Rita Skeeter, who seemed to be able to get interviews with everyone, didn't find out about it. Matt had reported detecting her presence on the Hogwarts grounds very frequently, but none of the others had seen her. Alias, on her continued investigation into Skeeter, had found this highly interesting but refused to say anything.

But while Ginny had been happier than she had ever been before, Harry seemed deeply troubled by something. Something he wasn't sharing. She had found him this morning sitting on the couch in the Common Room, bags under his eyes, a small strip of parchment clutched in his hand, an empty coffee cup on the floor.

Ginny's line of thought was broken when a tawny owl dropped a large box wrapped in white paper next to her plate.

"Who sent that?' Hermione asked, her speech dying on her lips. Ginny frowned.

"No idea."

There was no card. Shrugging, she opened the box revealing a gold and white fabric obscured by a piece of parchment with elegant handwriting.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place.

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face.

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you.

"Wow…" Hermione whispered, her eyes flickering up to Harry, who was keeping his gaze firmly on his bacon. Ginny's heart was beating as fast as it had been during the first task. She was drawing a crowd of onlookers as well.

She gently lifted the piece of paper out of the box and handed it to Luna. Digging into the box once more, she stood up and drew out a gorgeous white and gold dress, that somehow looked like it would fit her perfectly. She resisted the urge to glance at Harry. He had not named the package, so clearly wanted to keep it a surprise.

"Merlin, Ginny!" Demelza Robins exclaimed, gingerly stroking the exquisite fabric.

"Who sent you those?" Katie Bell asked. It was at this point that Ginny realised almost all the girls in Gryffindor were standing around her, staring in awe at the beautiful dress.

"My… my date to the Yule Ball," she stuttered.

"Wow. Must be some date. Who is it?" Lavender Brown exclaimed.

"He asked me not to say," she choked out, still staring at the dress.

"Ooo, surprise date is it Gin Gin?" Fred asked. Hermione swatted him over the head.

"I don't recognise this song," Luna said, handing the parchment to Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot, both of whom had come over to see what the fuss was about.

"It's not a wizarding song. It's really good," Hannah said, before passing the paper to Alicia Spinnet.

"It's not a Muggle song that I recognise either. Did he write it himself?"

"It's only the first verse though, where's the rest of it?" Hermione asked.

The answer came two days later.


Ginny and Jessica – in her Lily Evans disguise – had only just sat down at the Gryffindor table when another owl, this time a small screech, flew down to her carrying another box covered in white wrapping. Ginny glanced up and saw that both Harry and Hermione were not in the hall. Actually, now that she thought about it, she hadn't seen much of Brains since the Alcheringa/Ilvermorny Match. The Australian team had just edged out the Americans 360 – 330, with the Alcheringa Seeker, an eighteen-year-old girl by the name of Clarissa Mayfair, catching the Snitch to take the win. The game won 36 points for Alcheringa and 33 for Ilvermorny, pushing Alcheringa into the first position on the ladder with 82, Ilvermorny in second with 79 and Hogwarts in third with 50. She assumed it was some new S.P.E.W research, as Hermione said she was spending most of her time in the Library.

Ginny opened the much smaller box as the girls crowded around her, eager to see what was inside this time. The first layer held another piece of parchment.

"Read it out!" Jessica said, nudging her shoulder.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you.

Alicia leaned over Ginny and moved the tissue paper aside, revealing a golden necklace with a butterfly-shaped ruby at its peak, four gleaming diamonds set on either side.

Nobody dared touch it. It was just that beautiful.

"Ginny, this is old. Really old. Look at the date stamp on the clasp," Jessica said. There, printed on the tiny clasp, was the number 1712.

"My god. This is a priceless family heirloom. Your boy must be loaded," Parvati exclaimed. Ginny couldn't help tearing up. This necklace had belonged to Harry's parents. Probably his mum. And he gave it to her.

Angelina took the parchment and placed a preserving charm on it.

"Trust me. You're going to want to keep this."


Harry vanished for two days. He wasn't at any meals, he didn't sleep in his bed, and no one saw him in the castle. The only thing that prevented Ginny from breaking down Dumbledore's Gargoyle was the fact that the Home was locked. Clearly, Harry was inside doing something. She just didn't know what. Whatever it was, Hermione told her, it was going to be good.

So, when he showed up at breakfast incredibly bright and cheerful, Ginny immediately started attacking him.

"What have you been up to Harry?"

"Sirius and Tonks were helping me with some stuff. Popped into Diagon Alley for a bit. Don't worry I'm fine."

"That's not an answer, and you know it, Mister. Now spill." Harry was incredibly closed-lipped, and Hermione was no help, as she kept on staring at something over at the Ilvermorny table.

"Ginny, would you just drop it please," Harry begged, "Look another gift from your admirer."

Another owl, a snowy, delivered another white box to Ginny. Immediately she was swarmed by giggling girls while many of the boys were looking at her darkly. Whoever Ginny Weasley's mysterious date was, he was making them all look bad by comparison.

Opening the box, Ginny and the girls were assaulted by the sweet aroma of flowers. Ginny lifted the flowers free from the box, revealing a bouquet of vibrant red Tulips. A note was attached to one of the stems that red: Red Tulips – A Declaration of Love.

"Merlin's beard Ginny, you must have this man of yours tied around your finger," Harry exclaimed reaching into the box and pulling out another sheet of parchment.

"So, it's not you?" Katie asked, opening her mouth in shock.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "I don't think I could write a song if I tried. I haven't played an instrument in my life."

Ginny noticed that Harry didn't actually lie once during that sentence.

Harry cleared his throat and read the next verse.

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey,

It was enchanting to meet you,

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you."

His singing voice was horrible.

"Sorry girls, but I don't think I'm the singing type," Harry admitted. Everyone quickly agreed.

"Well Miss Weasley, I do hope you're thanking this date of yours for all these gifts. He's quite clearly spent a lot of time preparing them." The entire table looked up to see Professor McGonagall standing behind them, a soft smile on her face. She waved her wand and conjured a vase full of water, then floated the flowers from Ginny's hands into the glass.

"Don't worry Professor. I keep telling him he doesn't have to do this, but he keeps sending them anyway." Though it came out as words, they weren't very heartfelt. She had cornered Harry in the Home after he sent the dress, chastising him for spending money on her. But he refused to hear a bar of it.

"I highly doubt your words had any effect. You have quite the thoughtful admirer." She handed the vase back to Ginny and walked towards the exit to the hall. Harry gave the parchment to Angelina.

"I've got to speak with McGonagall about the Transfiguration Homework. I'll see you guys later." Then he got up and rushed out the hall after her.

"You better be treating this boy of yours right Ginny," Demelza said, "or I'm going to snatch him up faster than you can say Quidditch."


Two days before the Ball and the Great Hall was in full Christmas mode. Tinsel covered the fireplaces, a giant wreath hung suspended in the air, and Hagrid and Professor Flitwick's highly decorated ten-meter-tall tree was in pride of place behind the staff table. The weather had also, finally, turned, bringing in a massive snowstorm overnight. The only people seemingly bothered by this were the Alcheringa Students, many of whom seriously disliked the frigid temperatures. Though they continued to wear their customary singlets, t-shirts and shorts (of varying lengths depending mostly on gender). Ginny assumed they utilised Warming Charms, or whatever the Druid version of Warming Charms was.

This morning however did not go off without a hitch like the others. Professor Snape just happened to be walking behind Ginny when an Eagle Owl delivered another white box to her. Before she even had the chance to open it, Snape snatched the box from the table and tore the packaging, drawing the attention of every person in the hall.

"What is this muggle rubbish?" Snape said dryly, discarding the lyric parchment on the flagstones and pulling out a small pale blue box wrapped by a white satin ribbon.

Every girl and several guys in the hall gasped. Even the Purebloods knew the significance of a Tiffany Blue Box. Snape either did not know what it was, or didn't care, as he broke the lid, and the ribbon, and threw it on the floor.

Ginny, seeing red, pulled her wand and pointed it at him. Harry, Hermione, Luna, Matt, Luke, Danny, Foggy, Fred, George, Neville and Demelza were seconds behind her.

"Put. My gift. Down. Now." Ginny said, her voice as cold as ice. Snape looked at her with such hatred that she physically recoiled. What had she ever done to the man?

Then, a massive 'bang!' echoed through the hall, shattering every window in the room and bringing several people's hands to their ears.

The Tiffany Box had been restored to its original state and was resting, with the lyric parchment, on the table in front of her. Snape was floating in the middle of the hall, surrounded by crackling golden energy, limbs spread eagle as his clothes seemed to be squeezing him to the point where he was struggling to breathe. Standing at the doors was Will O'Neill, hand outstretched, fist slowly clenching. Columns of golden energy were sparking off him in all directions, his hair literally on fire, basilisk skin coat billowing in the non-existent wind, and his eyes were solid gold. Ginny and everyone else in the hall couldn't help but shrink back at the terrifying sight.

"Severus Snape!" He boomed. His voice carried so much power you couldn't help but listen, raptured to every word he said. He began walking forward, and each step he took cracked the flagstones beneath his boots.

"What in the name of all the Seven Circles of Hell gives you the right to deface a student's property?!" He released his hand, and Snape fell to the floor, where he slowly and hesitantly began to stand. Professor's McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout and Lupin were standing a quarter of the way down the corridor from the Staff Table, wands at their sides. They must have started moving when the commotion started, Ginny thought. Dumbledore remained seated.

O'Neill was standing right opposite her now.

"Are you all right miss?" He asked gently, his tone suddenly so at odds to his demeanour that it was practically laughable. She nodded several times, not even realising that her wand was no longer in her hand. In fact, none of the students realised their wands had returned to their pockets.

O'Neill turned back to Snape, who was drawing his own wand, and his deep booming voice returned.

"I have tolerated your attitude towards both my students and your own, since my arrival. For the sake of international cooperation. But this is the last straw. If you lay a hand on a single student, from any school. If I even hear you denigrate a student based on blood one more time, I will bury your body so deep not even a volcanologist will find it. One of my Mer students came to me in tears because you covered them in painful boils in a potions class, then refused to permit them access to the Hospital Wing on the grounds that you didn't consider them human!"

Snape looked more furious than Ginny had ever seen him, and that was saying something.

"You dare threaten me?" he sneered.

"Oh, I dare. What I find hilarious, is that you think you even stand a chance against me." Then a grin, so like the twins it was uncanny, manifested on his face. He snapped his fingers, and both he and Snape floated up into the air above the tables. A transparent Duelling Runway materialised out of thin air beneath them, and O'Neill dropped Snape at the other end.

"Very well. Let's see how you do against the infinite power of the Dragon Force. Apollo!" A flash of bright golden light erupted from near the doors to the Great Hall, and a magnificent gold and white phoenix soared into the room. Ginny watched in awe as it flew up and hovered between the Wizard and the Druid.

"On his flame, use any curse you see fit. You can even cast your Unforgiveables if you so wish." For the first time in living memory, Snape smiled. It was a grotesque and vile image that made her want to hurl.

The Phoenix burst into flame and vanished, and Snape fired the first spell.

"Sectumsempra!" He snarled, and suddenly, all the golden light surrounding O'Neill vanished, and he fell to his knees on the platform. Dozens of wounds were crossing his body as if he were attacked by a storm of swords. A victorious light passed through Snape's eyes as he advanced slowly.

"Interesting spell. I'll have to remember that one," O'Neill wheezed. Blood was dripping all over the platform, even drizzling off it in some places. Ginny cast a glance at Claire, who was smirking so massively that Ginny could barely believe it. She looked back to O'Neill, and realised in that, with his head bent to the ground, Snape could not see his face. But she could, and O'Neill was grinning like a madman through the gashes crossing his face. Then she thought further. If O'Neill really was as wounded as he appeared… why was the platform still in one piece?

"The first spell you use is Dark Magic. I think my suspicions are confirmed." Then, as though flipping a switch, O'Neill stood up, and every wound on his body began glowing with golden energy as they knitted themselves closed in less than five seconds. Snape's victory glare vanished, and Ginny couldn't help a smirk of her own blooming across her face.

O'Neill grabbed Snape's outstretched wand arm and stepped inside the man's guard so fast it was as if he teleported. He jerked Snape's arm up, knocking his wand clear out of the arena, where Harry caught it with practised ease. O'Neill then judo-flipped Snape over his head, where he landed with a crash on the platform.

"Now. Let's give little Death Eaters what they deserve shall we…" O'Neill rose up in the air, the golden energy swirling around his body in full force once more and drew a gleaming white sword from the aether.

"Any final words, Severus Snape?"

Snape sneered at O'Neill, but the look of fear that crossed his face was unmistakable.

"Very well then." And he slammed the sword point down towards Snape's chest.

"Enough!" Dumbledore roared, finally standing from his seat, wand in hand. The sword point stopped millimetres from Snape's heart. The Headmaster flicked his wand, and all the shattered glass restored itself, and the cracked flagstones sealed as if no damage were ever there.

"William. Release Severus."

And at that moment, Ginny realised just what the significance of this moment was. Dumbledore was standing in front of the Staff Table, wand aloft, his aura of power filling the room. It was palpable to be sure, and it wasn't hard to see why this was the only wizard Voldemort ever feared. But compared to O'Neill… She wasn't sure what it was, but O'Neill's aura was different. Very different. It wasn't a feeling like Dumbledore's was. It was like a physical force, forcing the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. If she was honest, she wasn't sure who was more powerful. But she did know that, if a fight broke out, it would most assuredly be Will O'Neill who walked out the victor.

"Looks like you live to sneer another day, Snape." The Duelling Platform vanished, and Snape fell face first to the ground. Unfortunately, Dumbledore caught him before he hit. O'Neill, the golden energy slowly fading away, floated down to the ground next to Harry and held out his hand.

"Nice catch, Potter." Harry, a massive grin on his face, handed Snape's wand over. O'Neill examined it for a second, before snapping it in half in one smooth motion. If it was even possible, Harry's grin grew even wider.

"Here you go, Sevy. I trust your boss can use his favourite toy to fix this for you." O'Neill threw the wand fragments on the floor next to Snape's head and turned to Ginny.

"Sorry for the disturbance Miss Weasley. I understand the Tiffany Blue Box is an incredible gift to be treasured at all costs. I could not, in good conscience, allow this waste of space to ruin that for you. I wish you a good day on the Yule Ball." Then he turned to Dumbledore, all of the energy gone, though his eyes were still gold in hue.

"I expect something done Albus. Or your pet will learn quite painfully why showing respect to those you perceive to be beneath you is a good trait to learn. You do not want an enemy of the Dragon Force, Headmaster." Suddenly, as if a waterfall were parting slightly, a large scar running along O'Neill's face materialised from hairline to chin, and he took on the complexion of someone far younger than he usually appeared. Then it was gone, and he turned on his heel, stalking from the Hall. The Alcheringa Students rose as one, Claire in the lead, and followed him solemnly, each of them making sure to leer and hiss at Snape before exiting.

Slowly, but inevitably, the chatter returned to normal levels, though everyone was now talking about the spectacle they had just witnessed. Ginny placed the box and the parchment in her pocket, grabbed Harry and Hermione's wrists, and dragged them from the hall.

Retreating to the safety of the Home, Harry told Sirius about O'Neill kicking Snape's ass in the most colourful way possible. Remus came in halfway through and confirmed that Harry wasn't bull-shitting him. Ginny and Hermione ignored them all in favour of the blue box. Carefully untying the ribbon, she lifted an elegant rose-gold infinity bracelet from within. She turned to Harry and whispered, worried her voice would break as tears slid down her face.

"Why?"

Harry smiled softly.

"Because you're worth it."

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew…

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you.


The day of the Yule Ball dawned and Ginny, like every other girl in all three schools that would be attending, couldn't help smiling wistfully at the ceiling of her four-poster bed as she woke up.

She made her way down to breakfast with Hermione, Harry, Luke and Neville, and sat at the Ravenclaw table with Matt, Luna and Foggy. This was not all that uncommon for them to do, so nobody really questioned it. Danny also joined them, although Jessica remained in Slytherin.

This turned out not to be an overly good idea because as soon as they sat down, Cho Chang and her posse of giggling girls slid into position next to them.

"So, Harry, have you invited anyone to the Ball yet?" Cho asked, batting her eyelashes. Harry, according to the Hogwarts Rumour Mill, had not accepted any of the invites put forward to him by any of the dozens of people that had asked him, so many people were trying to figure out just who he was going with. This it seemed, included Cho.

"Yes," he said, focussing on his food and giving the black-haired girl the cold shoulder.

"Oh. Who's the lucky girl?"

"Not you," Harry said blandly, and the Defenders all snickered into their plates.

Cho scowled and moved to speak, but with perfect timing, another owl, this time a simple Brown, flew down and dropped a final box in Ginny's lap. All the girls, except Cho, crowded around her as she removed the wrapping, and pulled out another bouquet of flowers. Only this time they were gorgeous blood-red roses, and the attached note read: Red Roses – I Love You.

The girls cooed and stroked the velvety petals of the flowers.

"Come on Ginny! Read the song!" Someone, a first- or second-year Gryffindor she didn't recognise, exclaimed.

She lifted the parchment from the page and read aloud.

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

"Wow…" Hermione breathed, "this really is amazing."

Ginny sighed, "I know…"

"You still won't tell me who it is your going with?" Harry asked her, a slight smirk twitching his lips.

"You'll see tonight…"


Ginny and Hermione stood just beyond the stairs down into the Entrance Hall. Together with Demelza, Lavender, Padma and Mandy Brocklehurst, they had spent three hours trying to tame Hermione's hair into the elegant knot it currently sat in. It had not been easy. Then they had all paired up to help with make-up. Lavender had insisted on doing Ginny's, revealing that she had actually gone out and bought golden mascara and eye-liner to match her dress just for the occasion. The Greek goddess-worthy dress Harry had bought her had white tank straps, embellished with swirling gold details that gave the illusion that they were actually rippling across the fabric. The lower part of the dress was the same creamy white, with more gold patterns done in swirls. Lavender's make up had ensured that her eyes mirrored the details on the dress perfectly, and her hair, which had been curled at the ends, drooped over her shoulders. She wore Harry's mum's necklace around her neck, and the infinity bracelet, which she had yet to take off since she got it, around her wrist.

"Are you ready to do this?" Ginny asked her friend. Hermione was wearing an A-line magenta dress with a ruffled skirt and minimal make-up, though she had a pink eye-shadow that matched her dress. She had steadfastly refused to wear heels.

Hermione bit her lip, "Probably not. But let's do it anyway." Then she took a deep breath and walked downstairs, Ginny following behind. They stepped into the Entrance Hall, drawing the eyes of every person still standing there. Harry was busy talking to Claire and a tall dark skinned boy the same age as her who Ginny assumed was Claire's date. Claire's date was wearing black robes over a white shirt and a deep sapphire tie. The tie matched Claire's dress perfectly. The Mer was wearing a royal blue lace dress with spaghetti straps that crossed over at the back. The dress just skimmed the floor, revealing a set of silver strappy sandals adorning her feet. Her long hair was beautifully curled and swept to the side and was pinned by a sapphire brocade.

Harry himself looked quite handsome in a set of dark green-almost black robes with an emerald green lining that matched his eyes, beneath which he wore a white shirt. As soon as he saw her, his jaw fell open and a spark lit within his eyes.

She stepped down towards him, and he held out his hand. She took it and squeezed.

"You look absolutely gorgeous," He said.

"You don't look too bad yourself," She said with a smile. "Thank you again for the dress. The one Mum sent… well, let's just say it's better off it stays buried at the bottom of my trunk."

"Gin, this is Tim Tuhoro from Alcheringa. Tim this is Ginny Weasley."

"Nice to meet you," Tim said in an accent even thicker than Claire's.

"You too. If you don't mind me asking, where about in the Federation are you from, I can't place your accent."

"I'm from Maatau Taone in New Zealand," he said.

"Yep. Kiwi-born and bred. Ask him to say 'Fish and Chips,' it's hilarious!" Claire stated cheerfully. Tim frowned and rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes. Make your jokes."

But Ginny was no longer listening. Instead, she was focusing on Hermione, who was standing behind them. On the arm of Peter Parker.

"Merlin!" Ginny exclaimed, "So this is why you wouldn't tell me who you were going with!" The nerdish boy looked quite impressive in a muggle three-piece suit and tie and had clearly slicked back his hair for the occasion.

"Hi Harry, Claire. Good to see you," Peter said, clearly trying not to laugh.

"Of course, I didn't! You would have all made fun of me!" Hermione huffed.

"No, we wouldn't!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Well, maybe a little," Harry admitted, and Ginny swatted him across the back of the head.

"Ah!" McGonagall exclaimed, rushing over to the champions and their dates.

"Everyone is ready inside the hall. Now, line up in pairs. Miss O'Neill in front, Mr Parker in second, Mr Potter in third. Oh, and Mr Potter, that matter we discussed has been resolved."

Harry beamed, "Excellent."

"Matter?" Ginny asked.

"You didn't honestly think I was talking to her about homework did you?"

Then the doors swung open, and the Champions walked into the Great Hall.

It was like a giant winter wonderland. Snow covered the ground, and ice-sculptures adorned every table. Stalagmites of ice hung from the ceiling, interspersed with mistletoe. The House tables had been replaced by dozens of small round tables, each with six chairs. All except the Staff Table, which had doubled in size and was covered by an elegant table cloth and glass cutlery that Ginny thought was quite ridiculous.

And everyone was staring at them.

Ginny gripped Harry's hand tightly and grinned at Angelina, who had a knowing grin on her face as she sat next to Cedric Diggory. Demelza and Lavender sat together, jaws on the floor. Susan Bones had actually fainted. And Fred and George had identical looks of idiotic shock etched into their faces.

They reached the Staff table and sat down between Will O'Neill and Mad-Eye Moody.

The food was the most delicious she had ever eaten. O'Neill was lecturing Harry over the benefits of steak, while Ginny dug into her seabass. Midway through the meal, Moody leaned back and took a swig of the tankard at his hip, that smelled suspiciously like Firewhiskey.

"That was mighty fine flying at the First Task, Potter," Moody exclaimed, "You thinken about going professional?"

Harry frowned. "I'm not sure. I've had requests from scouts, but I'm not sure if that's what I'd want to spend my whole time doing. I've thought a bit about curse-breaking because I'm quite good at Ancient Runes…"

"Better than good the way I heard it," O'Neill said dryly, "Madison Sheppard, who's one of mine in your year, said she's never met someone who can keep up with her in Runes, and then she comes here and meets you and Miss Granger over there. She said that Granger seems to know everything before she reads it, and you… well, she had quite a few interesting things to say about you, and that shiny Gemini Rune on your neck."

Harry blushed, and Ginny chanced a quick glance at Dumbledore. The Headmaster was quietly eating his food, but Ginny could tell he was listening intently to the conversation. Moody's magical eye followed her glance, and he nodded ever so slightly as if to say, good girl for noticing, be careful what you say.

"Have you considered being an Auror?" Moody asked him, and Harry choked on his steak. Here was legendary Auror Alastor Moody asking him if he wanted to do one of the hardest jobs in the Magical World? Ginny would be shocked too.

"Not… not really."

"Think about it. I've watched your DADA classes. There's a reason you get top marks, Potter. If you ever want to learn anything a bit more flashy, or you want to bring the fight to the types of wankers that killed your folks, let me know."

"Curse-breaking isn't a bad option either you know," O'Neill added, "Opens a lot of avenues. And even if you decide against that, Ancient Runes are incredibly powerful and useful to know. You get an O.W.L in runes, and most jobs will take you in a heartbeat. Get a N.E.W.T in Runes, and you're set for life. I'll warn you though, whether Curse-Breaking or Auror, both will see you facing a lot of danger."

"No offence Mr O'Neill, but I'm always in danger. I'm only in this Tournament because someone's not gutsy enough to say the two words themselves. It would be nice to have a better chance of stopping them though… I'll give your suggestion some serious thought Auror Moody."

Moody nodded. While Sirius, Remus and Tonks were teaching them, so far, they had been focusing on blocking, dodging and maintaining their defences, including both the Patronus Charm and Occlumency, the art of shielding the mind, for the not Harry and Ginny of the group. Hermione was quite good at Occlumency, as was Jessica. Luke and Danny were working hard and were slowly moving forward with success. But Matt and Luna were absolutely terrible at protecting their minds. The sheer amount of input their brains took in because of their strange powers made Occlumency practically impossible for them. On the bright side, it also gave a Legilimens an instant headache.

"There is something I've wanted to ask you, Mr O'Neill," Harry said.

"Ask away," he replied, placing another portion of steak in his mouth.

"That Rune on your arm, I don't recognise it from any books, and I have quite the collection. It's not even in Riker O'Neill's Ancient Runes of Forgotten Civilisations."

Ginny looked to O'Neill's arm and watched as the Dragon and Phoenix Rune seemed to ripple slightly.

"No, it wouldn't be in there. Riker O'Neill, genius that my crazy Uncle was before he disappeared, never knew this Rune existed. Few do. It's called a Firebrand, and it cannot be drawn. Only bestowed."

"And how does it connect to the Council of Fire?" Harry asked. Ginny, surprised by Harry's boldness, glanced at Dumbledore, who had noticeably stopped eating, spoon raised midway between his mouth and his plate. Ginny grabbed Harry's hand, prompting him to turn towards her, and by extension Moody, both of whom were wide-eyed and shaking their heads slightly. Harry frowned, clearly confused.

"The Council is a much longer conversation. One best held where there aren't as many ears," O'Neill said softly.

Then, as though waking from a trance, Dumbledore stood up. The rest of the hall followed, and the Headmaster clapped his hands. The tables zoomed to the edge of the room, and the flagstones in the centre of the hall transfigured into a dance floor with dozens of grid squares illuminating different colours. He conjured a large stage along the right-hand wall complete with musical instruments by the score. The Weird Sisters emerged from the door to the Trophy Room to raucous applause and stepped up onto the stage. Ginny, still holding Harry's hand, followed O'Neill and his date, a woman the same height as he was with dirty blonde hair accented by red highlights, wearing a gorgeous red strapless evening gown, down to the dance floor. Harry, an anxious grin on his face, placed one hand on Ginny's back and gripped her hand with the other. And suddenly, as if an obvious fact were suddenly becoming clear, she gasped.

"The two days you vanished… you were getting Tonks to teach you how to dance!" She exclaimed.

"Busted," He admitted slyly.

She blushed at all the effort he went to and placed her free hand on his. The music kicked in, and they slowly began gliding around the floor. Harry was no brilliant dancer, but then again, neither was she. But she wouldn't change anything for it. This was easily one of the best nights of her life.

They danced through so many songs Ginny lost count. The Gemini Rune was tingling with warmth the entire time, to the point where Ginny thought it might actually be giving them energy, because she didn't feel tired in the slightest.

Dozens of people swung by them to compliment her robes or tell Harry what a good boyfriend he was. Those comments had a tendency to make Ginny's ears burn. They had not discussed in any detail at all just what they were to each other. They were best friends, of that there was no doubt, but were they, boyfriend and girlfriend? It was all very confusing.

Moody's comment on Harry's socks threw her, until Harry explained they were a gift from Dobby, to which she had laughed merrily, and used the distraction to change the position of her arms to around his neck. He slid his arms down to hold her waist close to him, and the Gemini Rune warmed even further if that was even possible.

Ginny's attention was then pulled to Claire, Tim and Roger Davies. Roger apparently thought he was a better choice of date for Claire, and quite brazenly attempted to cut into them.

"Uh, excuse me?" Claire said, knocking Roger away from her.

"I was just going to ask for a dance," Roger replied curtly.

A number of other girls and boys had surrounded them at this point, apparently intending to capitalise on either Claire or Tim being up for stealing.

"Well then you could have asked, instead of just cutting in, and maybe I would have said yes!" Claire snapped.

"Gees. Sorry, I didn't know that wasn't a thing where you come from," Roger said, scratching the back of his head. Ginny almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Where I come from? Where I come from!" Claire scoffed and turned away from Roger and the assemblage of boys. Then, spotting Harry and Ginny and Hermione and Peter, rushed over and resumed dancing, using the two other pairs as a human shield.

"Urgh! I hate humans!" She exclaimed, "They're all so infuriating!" Ginny had to resist the urge to laugh at this point, as Claire continued to moan about how annoying humans, particularly British humans, were.

Shortly after; Harry, Ginny, Claire, Tim, Hermione and Peter all decided to take a break around one of the tables scattered around the hall.

"So, what should we know about Alcheringa before we leave in a few days?" Harry asked.

"Well, since you're cool, I'll let you in on a little prank we've been preparing," Claire said, eyes darting around the hall to make sure none of her friends were near.

"Because it's in the south, it's the middle of Summer down there right now. Which means you delicate fair skinned pommies are going to be scorched to buggery if you head home without protection. You need Sun-Screen, and high-powered stuff at that. I suppose a sun reflection charm would probably work, but I wouldn't know where to find one."

Harry and Ginny, who was even fairer skinned than Harry, nodded furiously. "Where do we get it?" Ginny asked.

"Any old pharmacy will do," she said quietly. Ginny didn't know what a farm A.C was, but Harry nodded, so she decided she'd leave it to him.

"I'm so going to take you down to The Rocks in Sydney though. That's our version of Diagon Alley. It's this massive underground town hidden right under the Harbour Bridge. It's a miracle the Mortals don't notice it really, but hey, that's how it is with most magical settlements. Will is working on this new type of ward that will fool satellites at the Academy. Should keep us hidden for another few decades yet."

Her rant about the Rocks, which Ginny decided she very much wanted to see, was cut off by the sound of a loud buzzing chiming noise that rang out through the hall. Everyone started looking around, trying to find the source, when O'Neill, who was still dancing with his gorgeous partner, reached into his jacket and withdrew a small rectangular object that he flipped open.

"My god!" Hermione breathed, "his phone works at Hogwarts!"

"I thought you said that was impossible," Harry whispered.

"It is. According to Hogwarts: A History at least. I think I need to send a letter to Bathilda Bagshot, she seems to be getting a lot of things wrong," Hermione said solemnly.

O'Neill raised his phone to his ear, which disabled the ringing sound. He spoke softly for a few minutes, before snapping the phone shut and looking to Doctor Strange, who remained seated at the Staff table talking with Professor Babbling. Strange nodded once, then O'Neill kissed his date rather passionately on the lips and started walking towards their table. Claire stood up and gave him a quick hug. He whispered something in her ear, and she nodded back. Then he walked towards the front doors, and his suit started melting away, replaced with his basilisk skin cloak and a strange armour made from a material Ginny didn't recognise. Golden energy began sparking around his body, and as he strode out into the night, a crack rent the air, and he burst into a cloud of golden dust.

"Well that's something you don't see every day," Peter said, sipping his Butterbeer. Ginny, unable to resist, glanced at Hermione.

"I thought you couldn't disapparate inside Hogwarts, Brains. Maybe we should start rethinking your codename."

"Shut it Firefly," Hermione chided, still staring at the spot where O'Neill had disappeared.

"It's called Quantum Entanglement," Claire said, sitting back down, "He's not apparating, that's how he gets through the Wards around the Castle."

"But you can do it too. I saw you do it when we were in the Forest before the First Task," Harry pointed out.

"Well yes. We're taught to do it when we're seven, in our first year at Alcheringa. It's a fast and easy method of escaping danger. Plus, it doesn't tear a hole in the fabric of the universe like Apparation does. We simply exchange our molecules from one place to another. I can teach you if you'd like. When we get to the Academy. It's not too hard," Claire offered.

"Oh yes please!" Hermione gushed.

"Sure, I'm always up for learning new stuff, even if it is unorthodox," Peter said.

Harry frowned and turned to Peter.

"I've been meaning to ask, and I don't want to be rude, but your friend Gwen, the one with the blonde hair and the pink tips, I thought you'd go to the Ball with her?" Harry said, and Ginny had to resist the urge to smack him across the back of the head. She looked at Hermione, who looked shocked he had actually asked that, and mouthed, 'boys.' Hermione shrugged and rolled her eyes.

"Oh, Gwen. Yeah, she wouldn't have gone with me even if I asked."

"Why?"

"She… um… well, let's just say she bats for the home team and leave it at that."

Ginny's eyes went wide, and Hermione giggled. Ginny scowled at her. Harry just looked confused, clearly not understanding.

It was Claire who took pity on him, "She's lesbian, Harry."

"Oh. Sorry."


It was near the end of the night when the Weird Sisters started playing a song that Ginny didn't recognise. Harry grinned and stood up, offering his hand to her.

"May I have a final dance?" He asked her. She blushed and accepted. Harry led her onto the dance floor just in time for the first verse to begin.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you.

"Fits perfectly doesn't it," He said, humming along to the guitar as it strummed through the chords. "Forcing laughter, faking smiles. Seems to be me all the time these days. Especially with this tournament. Until you walk into the room, and I can just be myself."

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me.

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

"The necklace was my mothers. Passed down from mother to daughter or daughter-in-law for generations." Ginny's heart leapt into her throat.

"How did you come up with all this?" She asked as he spun her around. He smiled softly, his gaze a million miles away.

"I had a visit from someone I never thought I'd meet. It was a blessing. She told me that I should show you just how much I care about you. So here we are."

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

"Who was it?" She asked, resting her head on his chest. The Gemini Rune was blazing with such intense heat that she was starting to get dizzy.

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

And now I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say, "Hey,

It was enchanting to meet you,

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you."

"A man called Ghost. He had a message for me. And a gift."

"Harry, you're not making any sense," she said.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew…

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

"Ghost is a Traveller. He brought me a letter from my future self. A letter containing the musical notes and lyrics for the song you're listening to right now. And the Gift… he brought my Mum, from before she died."

Ginny gasped, "you… you spoke to your Mum?"

A tear ran down Harry's cheek.

"Just for a moment. But it was enough. And it was at the perfect time too. My future self knew what he was doing."

Then Harry started singing along, in a voice far better than the one he used the other day.

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

"Gin… I've spent the last weeks. Ever since I talked to Mum, going over this in my head. This and another thing, but that's not important right now. This is the important thing. Ginny Weasley… I think I'm in love with you."

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew…

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Heart pounding, head spinning, tears sliding down her face as the Gemini Rune reached boiling point, Ginny looked up into Harry's emerald green eyes and saw nothing but honest love reflected within them. The chorus played one final time, and both Harry and Ginny sang to the words.

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew…

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you.

Then, as the Weird Sisters played the final chord of the song sent from the future, Ginny, barely keeping her body from shaking in total exhilaration, reached up and kissed him, hard and passionate, on the lips.

The Gemini Rune flared with brilliant golden light across both of their necks, blocking out every other source of light in the room. A blast of magical energy swept the hall, and everyone except Professor Dumbledore, Doctor Strange and Will O'Neill's mysterious date were knocked from their feet, blinded, starbursts dancing across their eyes.

When it cleared, all the snow in the room had melted away, yet all the water had solidified into crystal, shards of the glowing golden light trapped within.

In the middle of the room, lying entwined together on the floor, were the unconscious forms of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, soft smiles creasing their faces.

And in a dark room, deep within the British Ministry of Magic, an obscure white covered book adorned with a golden symbol of two vertical lines bisected by two curved horizontal lines flipped open to a new page for the first time in nearly a century. The quill sitting on the stand beside it rose up in the air and scratched a single sentence down on the white paper.

The completion of the Soul Bond-by-Gemini Rune of Harry James and Ginevra Molly Potter was completed at five minutes to midnight on December the 25th, 1994.

So Ends Act II…


Acknowledgements:

Thank you to the authors, contributors and editors of…

· Pottermore:

· The Superpower Wiki: wiki/Superpower_Wiki

· The Harry Potter Wiki: wiki/Main_Page

· The Marvel Wiki: wiki/Marvel_Database

· Archive of Our Own author 'smallbrownfrog' for their complete sourced index of characters in the Harry Potter world collected in, The Hogwarts Years: Classmates, Birthdays, and Ages /works/1063231/chapters/2132188#workskin

· The Order of the Phoenix by Ruskbyte s/826742/1/The-Order-of-the-Phoenix and its sequel: The Well of Shadows.

· Mutant Storm by Bobmin356 s/7404056/1/Mutant-Storm

· Harry Potter and the Zodiac Charms by PulsarDragon s/9441529/1/Harry-Potter-and-the-Zodiac-Charms

· Backwards with Purpose: Always and Always by deadwoodpecker s/4101650/1/Backward-With-Purpose-Part-I-Always-and-Always

· The Amplitude Frequency and Resistance of the Soul Bond by Council s/9818387/1/The-Amplitude-Frequency-and-Resistance-of-the-Soul-Bond

· A Man of Iron by Mr Chaos s/10156413/1/A-Man-of-Iron

. Taylor Swift and the song 'Enchanted' from the album 'Speak Now'.

· And, the Doctor, for letting us borrow the Tardis.

Finally, we'd like to once again thank Joanne Rowling for creating the incredible world that is Harry Potter and allowing us to play in it. I don't know what the world would be like if we knew nothing about Harry or his world.


Post Credits Teaser:

Next season on Harry Potter and the Gemini Curse:

Act III: The Council of Fire

The Gemini Curse has been lifted! But Harry and Ginny remain trapped inside the City with terrible foes of their own making. When they finally escape, they return to a world very different to the one they left. But while Harry and his friends embark on their World Tour for the Triwizard Tournament, dark forces are stirring in Britain. Who put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire? What is Draco Malfoy hiding? Who is William O'Neill? What will the Second and Third Tasks entail? And what is the Council of Fire?

The Next Adventure Begins April 17th, 2019 on Fanfiction . net and the Archive of Our Own.

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