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It had been one week since the vanquish of Voldemort, and Cadance had no idea why the press just couldn't let it go already. Sure, they had to sell newspapers, but why couldn't they just leave her alone. They had stopped hounding Harry after Sirius had gotten involved. It doesn't matter whether or not you actually killed someone; once you're convicted for it, the press doesn't act the same way around you.

It was the last week of classes, and Cadance was already running late for her first class. She had been puking through breakfast (she made a mental note to ask Minerva why they called it morning sickness when it lasted all day) and now her first class since Voldemort's vanquish was going to start in about 15 minutes. She grabbed the newspaper that Charlie left on the coffee table and walked out of her common room. However, the minute she stepped out of the portrait hole, three reporters came up to her.

"Damnit," said Cadance under her breathe. She started down the hallway as if they weren't there.

"Mrs. Weasley! Mrs. Weasley! Can we have a word?!" asked one as they caught up with her.

"Polkarific," said Cadance.

"What?" asked one of the other reporters.

"It's a word," said Cadance.

"No, I mean a few words about the past year," said one.

Cadance stopped and they stopped. She turned and looked at them. "It was a year of death, destruction, and Indiana Jones." She continued walking. They kind of stared at each other and then followed her.

"Mrs. Weasley," said another. "Why won't you talk to the press? Do you have something to hide?"

Cadance opened the newspaper, trying to ignore them. She read the headline and gasped. "FRANCE!" she exclaimed.

"You're hiding France?" asked another.

"I know what she's hiding," said a voice from the side. Rita Skeeter stepped out of the shadows right by Cadance's classroom.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" asked Cadance.

"Rita Skeeter; Daily Prophet," she said reaching into her bag and pulling out Quick Quill notes. "So Cadance, how do you feel about your uncle's untimely demise?"

"Excuse me, but I don't believe that I said I was willing to do an interview. Nobody in this castle is, in fact," said Cadance.

"Right, so you're terribly distressed and need to seek mental help," said Rita Skeeter.

Cadance, without warning, turned around and punched her. Skeeter fell to the floor clutching her nose. The other three reporters took a giant step backwards. Cadance bent down and pried the Quick Quill notes out of Rita's hands. She looked Rita square in the eyes and said, "The minute I get back on the Wizengamot I'm going to work my hardest to get these Quick Quill notes made illegal. Until then, if I ever catch you with them again, you will walk away with them up your ass. Have I made myself clear?" Rita nodded and stood up. "Now everyone clear out right now. And spread the word; the next reporter that steps foot on Hogwarts ground will have me to deal with if Minerva doesn't kill them first."

She turned around and walked right into her classroom, slamming the door behind her. She looked at her class. "Oh boy," said Cadance. "7th Years. You're going off in the world in about a week. There are some things that you just shouldn't go off into the world without knowing. And I'm going to teach you one thing today. Take notes."

The 7th Year Gryffindors and Slytherins looked around at each other. They had never heard the words "takes notes" come from Cadance's mouth before now. Cadance snapped her fingers and the chalk raised itself and began writing on the chalkboard as Cadance began talking.

She held up the newspaper, showing the headline to the class. "France doesn't like us much," said Cadance. "But that's okay. We're going to act civilly about this. I'm going to teach you a little something about France. We're going to start with the Military History of Muggle France." The class raised it's eyebrows and looked at each other as the words The Complete Military History of France appeared on the board.

Cadance began talking, "First, there was the Gallic Wars. France lost this war. France was conquered by the Italians. Next, there was the Hundred Years War. France almost lost this war. It was saved at the last minute by a schizophrenic female. This brings us to the first rule of French Warfare. France's armies are only victorious when not lead by a Frenchmen. Next, there were the Italian Wars and the War of Religion which France lost. Then there was the Thirty Years War. France really wasn't a participant, but somehow they managed to get invaded anyway. They called it a tie when all the other armies started ignoring France. Then, there was the Dutch War, which they also tied. Then there was the French and Indian War which was, once again, a tie. Three ties in a row causes crazy French people to call this time period the height of France's military power. Are there any questions so far?"

"Are we going to be tested on this?" asked Hermione.

"You're going to go out into the real world. That's enough of a test I think," said Cadance. "Shall we continue? Alright. After the French and Indian war came the War of Spanish Succession. This war was a military loss, but the French got their first taste of Marlborough and heaven knows they've loved it ever since! The American Revolution followed. France claimed it as a victory, but really the American colonists saw more fighting. This situation will become quite familiar to Americans. This brings us to the second rule of French Warfare. France only wins when America does most of the fighting. Then came the French Revolution. This war was only one because the opponent was also French. The Napoleonic Wars followed. There were some temporary victories due to the leadership of Napoleon. However, Napoleon was not originally French, so these temporary victories go along with the First rule of French Warfare. However, Napoleon was abnormally short. He was defeated at Waterloo, although I really don't know what that has to do with his height. Anyway, moving on, the Franco-Prussian War followed. They lost. It's shocking, I know. Then came World War I. France was saved at the last second by the United States. World War II followed and France basically lost. They were invaded within a few months of the beginning of the war. Then there was the War in Indochina and the Algerian Rebellion. France lost both of them. And that's basically it!"

They all stared at her blankly. "Alright, you're dismissed," she sighed and sunk into her chair as her class left. Cati entered shortly after.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"France," sighed Cadance. "They're just so horrible."

"I know!!!!" exclaimed Cati. "The next time there's a war, the loser has to keep France!"

"I would rather have a group of Voldemort's best Death Eaters in front of me, than France's best wizards behind me!" exclaimed Cadance.

"You know, going to war without France is like going deer hunting without an accordion! All you do is leave behind a lot of noisy baggage!" exclaimed Cati.

"The last time the French looked for 'more proof' it came marching into Paris under a German flag!" exclaimed Cadance.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this cultural enlightenment," said a voice from the doorway. Professor McGonagall was standing there. "But I'm afraid that I'm going to need to borrow Cadance for the rest of the day."

"I have classes, Minerva," said Cadance.

"Cati can cover them," said McGonagall.

"And did you ask Cati if she would mind covering these questions?" asked Cati pointedly.

"No, but I know she'll be happy to," said McGonagall narrowing her eyes at her.

"Yes, yes, she will be," said Cati.

Cadance got up, waved goodbye to Cati, and followed McGonagall out of the office. "What's going on?" asked Cadance.

"Well, there are some things that need to be taken care of," said McGonagall. "There is a whole stack of papers that you need to look at in your uncle's office. And anything that Morgouse, Elaine, and Gwen had with them is in there, too. Jen is already waiting for you."

Cadance sighed. "Well, we can stand around here like the French, or we can do something about it," she said. "I'll come and find you when you're done."

* * *

"I don't even know where to begin!" exclaimed Cadance looking at the piles of papers on her uncle's desk.

"Start at the top and work your way down," said Jen. "It's easiest."

4 hours later, they had finally shifted through the papers and were beginning to open desk drawers. Cadance opened the bottom one and gasped. "What is it?" asked Jen.

Cadance lifted a rag doll with pointy ears out of the drawer. "It's my elf doll!" exclaimed Cadance. "I gave it to Uncle Albus when I graduated because I didn't want him to be lonely without me!"

"You had an elf doll until you were 17?" asked Jen.

"Shutup, Jen, I was a sensitive kid!" exclaimed Cadance. "And besides, it mostly stayed in my trunk after I turned 13!"

"Whatever," said Jen.

"It did!" she argued throwing it at Jen. "Actually, Gwen, Elaine, and Morgouse gave that to me."

"It's sweet, it really is," said Jen.

"So do you think we can make it without him?" asked Cadance.

Jen looked at her. The question had come out of nowhere, yet she had voiced exactly what Jen had been thinking herself. "I don't know," Jen answered. "What do you think?"

"It's going to be hard," said Cadance. "I've never had a problem yet that he hasn't somehow helped me through. I don't know what to do without him."

"We'll make it through," said Jen. "Somehow, we'll do it."

* * *

It was August, and school was about to start up again. Professor McGonagall had become the new Headmistress of Hogwarts. Professor Snape had decided to retire early and was trying to change his name. He almost took Cati's suggestion of 'Iedliekta Seamore Buttz' before he finally understood. He tried to ground Cati until she pointed out that she was 25 years old.

Cadance and Charlie were sitting in their common room when all of a sudden bright lights swirled in front of them. "UNCLE ALBUS!" exclaimed Cadance jumping up. She wrapped her arms around him and he returned the embrace.

"Cadance, this isn't a social call, dear," said Dumbledore. Cadance pulled a way and stared at him quizzically. "This is a matter of life or death."

"What's going on?" asked Cadance.

"I'll cut right to the chase, for my time here is brief," said Dumbledore. "You and Charlie and Jen need to leave before it's too late."

"What?" asked Cadance in disbelief.

"Haven't you noticed an unusually large amount of demon activity lately?" asked Dumbledore.

"Well, yeah, but..." began Cadance before Dumbledore cut her off.

"You think that's a coincidence?" asked Dumbledore. "You need to bind your powers and get away from the Wizarding world as quickly as possible."

"Uncle Albus, We can't!" exclaimed Cadance. "In case you haven't gotten the memo up there... I'M PREGANT!"

"I know Cadance," said Dumbledore. "I've known longer than you have. And that's why you have to get out. Think about it Cadance. You and Jen can fight off demons just fine, but when that baby comes along she'll be defenseless and when a demon comes when you're not around what will you do?! If you're not going to do this for yourself, do it for her!"

Cadance looked at the ground then back up at her uncle. "Her?" she asked.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "A daughter."

"Cadance, we have to go," said Charlie.

"The sooner the better," said Dumbledore.

Cadance sighed.

* * *

"I can't believe you're leaving," said Mrs. Weasley, teary-eyed. She threw her arms around Cadance and Charlie's necks. Everyone was in the Weasley's kitchen waiting to say goodbye.

"Mom," said Charlie. "We'll only be gone until things clear up."

"And there's no telling how long that can be!" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley. "And we won't be able to talk to you until then!"

"It won't be that long," said Cadance.

"Actually, there's no telling how long it can be," said Dumbledore.

"It can't be that long!" argued Cadance. "How will we know when it's safe to come back?"

"When the time is right, you'll know it," said Dumbledore. He pulled his watch out of his pocket and looked at it. "Where is Jen? The sooner you leave the better."

"She and George are still saying goodbye," said Harry raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Maybe I should go and break them up," said Dumbledore.

"Oh, please," said Cadance. "You lost your boyfriend-screening privileges when you died." Dumbledore gave her the hey-I-don't-like-what- you're-saying-but-you're-right look. "And don't look at me like that either. You lost that privilege too."

Dumbledore handed Cadance a potion bottle. "Here, you might as well take this now. This will bind your powers and the baby's," he said. Then he handed her and Charlie another bottle. "Take this when you get wherever you're going. It will change your hair and eye color; subtle changes that should be effective enough to hide you."

They nodded and Cadance downed the binding potion. Just then, Jen and George walked in. "Finally, you're here," said Cadance. "Where are your bags?" Cadance and Charlie had only 3 bags between them. One for each of them, plus a third with all their magical stuff in it. They would have to hid this when they got to where they were going.

"I've decided," said Jen. "I'm not going."

"Jen, we're not fooling around," said Dumbledore. "This is serious."

"So am I," said Jen grabbing George's hand. "I've lived enough of my life away from the Wizarding world. I'm not going anywhere."

Dumbledore looked like he was going to criticize her, but Cadance spoke up instead. "If that's your choice," said Cadance. She gave Jen a hug. "You're still going to have to bind your powers. It won't effect anything but your Sorceress powers."

"Alright," said Jen, taking the bottle from her uncle. "Don't be gone too long."

"We'll try," said Cadance.

Hugs and last goodbyes were exchanged and Charlie and Cadance Weasley left the Wizarding World for an indefinite amount of time.

TA DA!!!!!!!!!! It's finally over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What did you think?! Be watching for the sequel and stuff!