Ellie Potter and the Tiger's Eye | Glowfic Constellation

As far as Anathema Potter-Canta is concerned, the end of fifth year has been by far the best yet. Her mom seems on the mend, even if Anathema is trying very hard not to think too much about her mom's taste in girlfriends. (Well. Single girlfriend. Bellatrix flirts with Fay a lot but doesn't seem to actually be doing anything about that, unlike how she's hanging off of Elodie.) They thumbed their noses very successfully at Voldemort, and Anathema's pretty sure there's been fallout from that but none of it's hit her, so. The last month of term is peaceful, despite the Transfiguration NEWT McGonagall insists they take trying to murder Anathema personally. (That is possibly a slight exaggeration. They probably passed, at least.) (She barely even notices it when Fudge loses his runoff against Director Bones in a landslide, except with a vague 'good riddance.')

And, most importantly, Anathema has a wife who is the most beautiful and smartest person in the world, and she has a wedding and honeymoon to plan. It's just family and very close friends, nothing big, and Anathema's never cared about social propriety, so the planning isn't as stressful as she usually hears people complaining about. Her mom lets her draw whatever she wants out of the full family vaults to pay for it, not just the little slice accessible to Anathema at her age. They're sticking with the magic beach Elodie recommended for the party and the first bit of the honeymoon, and Anathema wants music and obscenely fancy catered food, a new dress, jewelry - including a custom ring she commissions for Ellie, with as many runic enchantments woven in as a rune carver willing to work with muggle precision tools can carve.

She's having the time of her life.

Her mom's smiling more often, at ease, by the time the wedding date fully rolls around. Anathema wants to hold it at midsummer - she'd started a lot of this before confirming their venue, but the near date still leaves her rushing to get everything ready (money helps dramatically, as does the small size of the wizarding community - things in general aren't too busy). Smuggling her mom into France isn't hard at all. She's floating on cloud nine the whole time they spend planning, staring at her wife every chance she gets with a broad grin on her face.

(They're married.)

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The Wizarding World

slantwise

"Of course," he says, conjuring himself a sheath for the sword and then two passes. "These are good for the night," he says, "Though I'd like to get to my own bed now."

warrior-my-warrior

"Good night, Professor."

The Wizarding World

slantwise

"Goodnight," he says before strolling off with Fawkes towards the usual exit.

warrior-my-warrior

"That was exciting."

out-of-feathers

"Yeah."

"Not what I expected this morning, but... We've got some good information and another horcrux down."

warrior-my-warrior

"Go us."

out-of-feathers

"We know about the Diadem, suspect the Locket... That makes for five known or suspected horcruxes, three of which we've destroyed."

"It seems more likely now to me that he was going for a numerologically significant number of both horcruxes and anchors... While every number up to twenty has significance, and many higher numbers do, the greatest collisions are among the lower numbers..." She sighs. "It's an active work, but - I think he likely has an even number of created horcruxes, an odd number of anchors - since his body counts as one - and one of the counts will be a multiple of three. An odd number of horcruxes could work, but would be more unstable... If he's not going nuts, I'm betting he made either six or eight horcruxes - six would be more in line with western traditions, which he seems to favor, and given his personal numerology, seven anchors is more directly significant for him... But eight horcruxes and nine anchors would probably be the most solid."

"But that's all guesswork."

Anathema Potter-Canta

up-at-the-stars

"We can keep our eyes open for another one or three, though."

warrior-my-warrior

"It'd be really good if we could know for sure."

out-of-feathers

"I'm trying to find a way to do that... Especially since 'kill his main body and have him stop showing up' is demonstrably not reliable."

warrior-my-warrior

"But if he has to start a hunt himself if one of them goes missing..."

out-of-feathers

"He likely doesn't have an automatic sense of where they are, or if they're even intact... If he noticed that it was already missing, rather than noticing alarm wards being tripped, he's likely also checking on them..."

warrior-my-warrior

"And if there was a way to find them remotely he'd just do that."

out-of-feathers

"Unfortunate when it comes to us finding them."

warrior-my-warrior

"Yeah..."

out-of-feathers

Sigh. "We'll figure it out."

warrior-my-warrior

Suppose they'd better head for bed, for now.

out-of-feathers

She nods.

Fay can walk them to their dorm, if they'd like.

warrior-my-warrior

That'd be nice, sure.

out-of-feathers

She smiles softly and does so, wishing them a good night when they part at the statue.

warrior-my-warrior

And a good night to her as well!

out-of-feathers

Smile.

raise-the-dead

School drags on, as does the slow fight against Voldemort. In a little bit of interest, about two months later Bellatrix tells the Potter-Cantas after the latest Order meeting that she thinks she's gotten the Grimmauld Place library chill enough they can safely go through it - with her supervision, at least at first.

warrior-my-warrior