More letters arrive for the Ginny, Hermione and Ron. New opportunities are opening for the four friends.

For the next four hours Fleur presented Harry with his holdings. First, she showed him the deeds to Number 12 Grimmauld Place and his parents’ house in Godric’s Hollow. Next she showed him the deed to the Potter family estate house and informed him that he also owned 2 house elves that were assigned to that property.

“That was Elven magic…Old magic. The house is now yours, Master Harry, in the deepest way possible. You may do what you will with it – no magic will hinder you from now on."

“Uh…before we all pack it in for the night I think we forgot a couple of presents, so wait here just a minute and I’ll be right back.” Harry quickly ran upstairs and, just as quickly, returned holding a familiar beaded handbag.

As they approached the front door, Harry noticed the large knocker that used to be a large snake biting its tail was now a large lion head holding a ring in its mouth.

“Harry, what’s wrong? What happened? What did Kreacher mean about Dobby?” Harry was sobbing heavily. He finally choked out a response.

“That’s the last thing Dobby said to me as he died in my arms.”

“Great…Merlin’s…beard!” gasped Ginny as she covered her mouth with her hands.  She knelt down beside him and wrapped her arms around him, setting her head on the back of his shoulders.

Monday morning, August 30th, came entirely too soon and Grimmauld Place was in a tizzy.  Harry and Ron were quickly devouring a scrumptious breakfast that Kreacher had prepared for them while Hermione picked at a pastry while trying to get all of her files, scrolls and parchments in her new briefcase without damaging any of them or going completely mental with anxiety about her first official day as a Ministry employee.

“Welcome again, Master Harry. And welcome Mistress Ginny and most honored guests Mister Weasley and Miss Granger. Welcome to Potter Hall.”  Harry made the introductions and Leal and Constance gave them the full tour of the property and Potter Hall proper.

Harry had eked out enough free time to visit Kingsley for a private meeting to discuss Ginny’s question of a Ministry program or orphanage for children who had lost their families in the war.
“I’m sorry to say, Harry, that we don’t have the funds at the moment to implement such a plan. There is a proposal for a program called ‘Brighter Futures’ that includes an orphanage, a school, a medical facility and an adoption/fostering agency to place children with wizarding families and it has met with very little resistance in the Wizengamot."

“Why do you Weasley men always feel the need to attack in a pack, like rabid dogs. You nearly drove Ginny mental!”
“I, for one, am truly hurt by your representation of us as dogs, Mum. I rarely ever scratch anymore and never lift my leg to waz.”, said Bill with a smirk.

“Miss Granger…Mistress Ginny. It is a most appropriate question to ask. At our first meeting I introduced Constance as my mate, so you can see now that Master Harry is, as always, thinking of our welfare and happiness. No, we have no children. Yes, there is a reason we do not.” Leal gave no indication that he would continue his explanation.

“Hawee…Gin-Gin…Gamaw Andy…Teddy pwesents?” Harry looked around to try and gauge everyone’s mood. He picked up Teddy and set him on his forearm, using it like a chair seat.
“How ‘bout we eat lunch first, then we can all open our presents together? Whatcha think of that, little man?”
“Mhmm. Gamaw Andy…me sit Hawee n Gin-Gin?”

Dear Miss Granger,
The Wizengamot has requested your presence for the initial hearing of the proposed new regulation “Regulations for the Health, Care and General Welfare of House Elves”. Please be prompt, present and prepared for the start of session on Tuesday, January 4th at 9 a.m. sharp.

“I have upwards of a hundred more letters like these on my desk and more coming in every day. What are you playing at, Potter? Do you think that fans run this league? Are you having your fans write these letters in the hopes of getting a starting position? What do you think should be done about all of this?”, Deverill asked, his voice rising slowly as he vented.

The last of the guests had said their goodbyes to the Golden Quartet and headed off to their own abodes, so Harry asked Hermione and Ginny if he and Ron could have a stroll together…alone. Harry and Ron meandered through the park across the street from Grimmauld Place in silence for a few minutes.

“You were just sitting there, taking Rita’s tripe. I know you were getting aggravated, I’ve known you long enough to tell. Then, out of nowhere, you stood up, closed the distance from you to Rita and punched her in the face. I know you’re a Seeker and are trained to move fast, but that was unlike anything I’ve seen you do before. It was so fast…I barely saw any of it.”, explained Hermione.

Molly was sitting at the table helping Teddy with his sandwich, which he had eaten all of the meat from and left the rest on his plate, when the three men burst into the kitchen.

“Oh, good. You’re sitting down. Stay right there, Molly…the boys have something to tell you. Go ahead, boys.”

“Hey there, little Chaser girl. What’s your name?”, asked Harry in a quiet, yet lightly humorous, voice as he slowly approached Ginny.

“Ginny ‘Loser’ Weasley. What’s yours?”, she said, trying to keep the sob out of her voice.

“Harry ‘Got-My-Bloody-Arse-Kicked-By-Your-Brother’ Potter.”

“Pull your head out of your arses, Harpies! We’re not going down like this! Pull it together! NOW!”, she screamed as she turned her Firebolt Shooting Star towards the goal posts and took the position of Keeper.