arm yourself for war and love

Title: Stories From All The Corners Of The World
Chapter Title: Bringing Back The Balance
Author: Cella
Ship: Charlie/Harry/Hermione
Challenge: The Prompt Game, gracefully provided by the readers of Universal Laws Of Attraction
Prompt: #30. journeys--stereotype_vamp [yes, I just did made that prompt up]
General Summary: It’s the brink of the war, and the victory depends on three still-children and a dragon tamer. Home doesn’t feel the same, and love might not cut it. The quest for Horcruxes proves to be a hard journey. Harry, Charlie, Hermione and Ron find themselves thrown into a journey that takes them to every corner of the world, in a race against time to save the world and live to see another day.
Chapter Summary: It’s still not solved, the balance has been messed with, and they have to work to bring it back.
Spoilers: Up to HBP. SEQUEL to Universal Laws Of Attraction
Dedications: To ran_huo, who knows when to prod me to write, and who shoved me into this ship in the first place, and to inell, who managed to stick through it all like a loyal reader. To all the readers of ULOA, this sequel is for you.
A/N: Well, here we are. Not exactly sure where 'here' is, but that will undoubtedly change. If you haven't read ULOA, or have missed a chapter of SFECOTW, please update yourself; you can find every chapter in my memories. And Enjoy, because it's going to be one hell of a ride!
WARNING! This chapter is rated R. Please read with caution!
AN the 2nd: I honestly wonder if anyone actually keeps reading this crap. This chapter is shorter. Consider it a needed interlude. Any other thing I might have included would've taken the charm of the three of them coming together at last. I really loved writing about Romania. It brings back so many memories. I only hope someone actually enjoys those descriptions.

::Before::

The cauldron hisses, and green, sickly green smoke rises from it. Then, blinding light, more powerful that a Patronus’, surrounds them, and they vaguely hear an androgynous voice breathe out a “thank you” around them. Then, as quick as that, the brightness disappears, and there is nothing left in the cauldron but an opened, rusted pendant on the bottom of the recipient. On Hermione’s hand, five scars encircle her wrist like fire, not hurting much, but there just as well. And that is that.

It was done.


( There’s the three of them, and the sound of three people making love. )