It was a surprisingly wet, dreary day in this summer of the sun when I answered the door while Auntie was out. Two policemen entered, looking somewhat... surprised at my wardrobe. I had on a sweatshirt due to the cool weather, though the hem allowed the bottoms of my pendulous tits to show. Fortunately, they didn't see the back of my sweatpant briefs as I ushered them in to sit.The one man tried to comfort me without touching my naked flesh as the other informed me my parents had both been killed. However, Hermione, who had also been brought up by Muggles, had recently travelled to Australia and back by airplane, and had declared that the many hours of flight were, in her words: 'A truly horrid experience!'The Hogwarts Express didn't run during the school holidays, so Harry had decided to use a Portkey into the Hog's Head again. He had sent Aberforth Dumbledore a message, to ask if it would be convenient and, if so, to tell him when he would be arriving. So the next day, shortly after a. Then we took Route 7 to Shelburne and found my sister Susan's farm. She and George had 540 acres of land. They milked dairy cows for their main income, but had other projects going to complement that. Their two sons, my nephews Peter and Paul, were old enough to work. In fact, George had been able to lay off one of his hired men a year ago when the two boys took over his duties.We stayed a week. There was not much time to relax with the family, because all were busy. I knew a little about. She said that she was enjoying it but felt a little strange with me just sitting there watching. He asked her where her friends were and she told him that she was there with her "husband" and that's when they looked in my directions. After he saw me, she said he got really nervous and apologized before walking away without letting her say much back to him.I could tell that she was a bit buzzed from the drinks and quite turned on from her flirting. I asked her if she enjoyed having a strange guy.