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Harry Potter NR.1

... alone, after she carved 'blood-traitor' over my back. I think it's one of my more clever moments. I wrote 'toujours purin.'" Sirius and Regulus burst into laughter and Harry too began to laugh. Lily, James, and Peter looked quizzically between themselves and then back at Ginny, needing her to explain. "Toujours pur is the Black family motto. It is a French phrase that, not surprisingly, means 'Always pure.' Bellatrix naturally has a keen affection for the motto." "So what does toujours purin mean?" Lily asked over Sirius's bark of a laugh. Regulus chimed in. "Toujours purin means 'Always liquid manure.'" Lily slapped a hand to cover her grin and James and Peter began laughing too. When Sirius could catch his breath he managed to say, "I'll send some turtle necks to my dear cousin," which had them all laughing again. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Chapter 46 – Grimmauld Place Woken by a soft nudge the next morning, Ginny opened her eyes to see Regulus crawling onto her bed beside her. He sat with his back against the headboard and his arms folded. She rolled onto her side and snuggled into the side of his leg. "Morning. Time to wake up." "Five more minutes," she grumbled. "I wish I could give you the rest of eternity. But you need to eat. And Sirius and I need to get to Headquarters soon so we thought we'd bring you with us. You could spend the day there and see the rest of the ...

... Order members you've neglected to call on since you've been back. Everyone's eager to lay hands on you." "I'll meet you there in an hour," she said groggily. "You can't. Dumbledore's Secret Keeper. He's meeting us specifically for you." "But sleep…" she said without much conviction and Regulus chuckled. "Oh come on, Gin, humor me. There's something we want to show you there anyways." She forced herself out of bed and began to change out of her pajamas, still half asleep. Any modesty she could've saved over the last couple weeks living with the boys had been entirely lost. Since Regulus and Sirius were so used living alone they'd had a bit of trouble altering their ways with a girl around. But she could've cared less. Eventually, walking around half dressed was no shocking thing. "Do you ever think the scars will go away?" Regulus asked, eyeing the words on her back with concern. A dark look washed over his features at the thought of how she received them. "Probably not. At least not the magical ones," Ginny answered simply. "The ones from the knife might, after a while, fade. But I wouldn't put it passed your endearing cousin to have jinxed her own knife to create permanent damage." "If you'd let me I'd go kill her now," Regulus complained, as if killing Bellatrix Lestrange was easy. She rolled her eyes while folding her clothes. "You and Sirius both." "I still don't see why you won't let us." Ginny turned on him just as she'd pulled her jeans up. "You're joking. You might ...