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Just what is Rita Skeeter doing in, Harry and Ginny’s favourite pub?

Why does Harry wish it to be, forever autumn?

Written as a companion to my previous fics, ‘Whoever It Was Who Brought Me Here…’ & ‘…Will Have To Take Me Home’, which even though they were written pre-HBP, don’t have any conflicts with cannon, and while the style is slightly different this time round, I felt that the world suited the Senses nature of the challenge.

You shouldn’t need to have read them first to understand and hopefully enjoy this one.

Sequel to “Whoever it Was Who Brought Me Here…”

As he steps into the room, he pauses to remove his glasses, using the end of his scarf to wipe them clean; as he does this his face scrunches up adoringly as he struggles to focus.You continue to watch as he sheds his coat and scarf, hanging them on the rack by the door, his eyes darting around the room to try and spot you.

As you remove your coat, and start to unwind the long scarf her mother knitted for you from round your neck, you spot her. The clever witch has claimed the booth nearest the open log-fire…