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Mrs. Weasley was a short woman - though still much taller than Harry was - with shoulder length red hair that curled slightly at the ends. She was a little plump, but that wasn't a big deal. She had a kind face with laugh lines and dark blue eyes that twinkled a bit. Not as much as Dumbledore's did, but a good bit on their own.

When he walked in the door, trailing after Fred and George, the woman had turned around, spatula in hand, looking ready to dole out some choice words to her sons, when she noticed Harry. She immediately placed the spatula on the long, wooden table and bustled on over to throw her arms around him, welcoming him to the Burrow.

She patted his hair down and turned his head from side to side, commenting that he needed to eat. She tsked over the state of his clothing and murmured something about knitting another jumper.

"It's good to have you, dear! Are you hungry? Dinner will be finished soon!"

She patted his cheek twice, before giving the twins a stern look, "Take his things up to Ron's room. Be mindful of poor Percy, he's been a little unwell this summer."

The twins saluted her and trudged across the room toward the staircase. Mrs. Weasley shook her head at them and sent Harry a smile.

"Now, how did you get here?"

"My friend Varix, she…" he stopped, looking down at the green watch on his wrist. It glowed for a second, before disappearing, with Varix popping into view beside him.

"I'm his fairy godmother, ma'am."

Mrs. Weasley was wide eyed, but she did nod quietly. In fact, she looked a little sad.

"That's a good thing, dear. Now, why don't you go upstairs, straight to the top before the attic. Ron's room is up there. I'll call when supper is finished." She patted his cheek once more and turned back to the spatula.

Harry nodded and followed where the twins went, noting that Varix did not join him.


Varix looked at the witch in front of her, who was stiff in the shoulders. She waited, knowing the question was coming.

The woman finally turned around and she looked miserable.

"Was his life with the Muggles really that bad that he qualified for a fairy godparent?" she finally asked, sounding broken.

Varix nodded. "Mind you, not all Muggles are like them, but he was left with his mother's sister, who callously attacked her sister for having magic. Who hates magic. And she hates Harry.

He was the House Elf. He'd be the perfect wife. Cooking, cleaning, gardening. Sometimes they didn't feed him if he didn't get all of his chores done on time. They don't call him by name. It's always, 'boy'. And they let their son and his gang bully him constantly and they call him, 'freak'. He has no toys, no clothing besides what he's wearing and his school uniforms. He never watched the television before. Never got to play because he either, 'worked to pay his way' or was being bullied.

The Enchantress informed me at my majority celebration that I was to be his fairy godmother. And I'm trying to show him how to be more subtle, more clever and cunning. Teach him how to word things correctly to remove loopholes. I have to push him to make wishes because he isn't greedy. The one thing he's only ever wanted it something I can't give.

I can't bring back dead humans. It's one of the laws for my kind," she sighed. "He's a good kid, he just needs a lot of help."

"Then I'm glad he has you," the woman sighed as well.


Harry passed Fred and George on his way to Ron's room. They grinned at him, waving him on. The moment he stepped in the doorway of Ron's room, the freckled redhead threw himself at Harry.

"Harry! Hermione and I have been so worried about you!"

He was pulled into the room and the door was closed quickly. The room was rather small, but still larger than his at the Dursley's. The ceiling was slanted toward the window which faced the backyard.

The walls were covered in orange. Mostly Quidditch posters of the Chudley Cannons, which wore a lot of orange. Obviously they were Ron's favorite team, Harry remembered him talking about them several times the former school year.

A Chudley Cannons bedspread along with pillows and sheets. There was an open book on the bed.

His old school books were piled in the far corner, the floor was littered with various wizarding comic books. His wand was resting on the dresser next to Scabbers the rat, who was sleeping in a patch of sunlight that was streaming in from the window.

Outside, Harry would see a group of Gnomes not so subtly sneaking into the yard by going through a large hedge. One acted as watchmen as the others tried to squeeze through.

"It's not much," Ron remarked, sounding a little put off.

"I think it's brilliant," Harry smiled. "There's so much space!"

Ron sent him an odd look but didn't question him.

"So what's be happening, mate?"

Harry prepared for a long explanation.


Dinner was nearly an hour later. Harry and Ron were the very last down to the kitchen. Harry was immediately greeted by Percy, who shook his hand and asked about his summer.

"It's mostly been like any other summer I've had," he managed, not wanting to really give anything away.

Fred and George came up from behind Percy, throwing their arms around his shoulders and smirking at Harry.

"You haven't heard yet?" asked George with a wink.

"Yeah, guess who is still a Prefect? Perfect Percy, the Prefect!" Fred laughed.

"He's been shining his badge all summer!" the twins chortled together.

Mrs. Weasley came on over, glaring at them. "Leave him be. He's setting a rather good example for his younger siblings, you might learn to take a leaf from his book and do the same!" she chastised.

"No thanks!" the twins grinned, leaving Percy alone in order to sit at the table.

Mrs. Weasley gestured for Harry to sit beside Ron.

"I could help," he offered.

"Oh that's okay, dear. But you're the guest."

"It's okay. I usually do chores and I'll feel bad if I'm just staying and not helping out."

Her lips pursed and he thought she'd argue, but instead, she just nodded a little. "How about you help me with a little cooking and help the boys de-gnome the garden and we'll call it even, okay dear?"

"Okay!" he answered eagerly.

As he helped dish out the food, a tall, thin man let himself into the house. He wore a black wizard's hat and long green robes that looked a bit tattered. His hair was just as red as everyone else's was and he wore large spectacles that magnified his blue eyes.

He looked tired.

The brood of redheads all greeted him with a, "Hi, Dad!"

He gave his wife a peck on the cheek and grinned at the lot of them, eyes stopping on Harry.

"Merlin's beard, you must be Harry Potter!"

Harry placed Ron's plate down on the table and shook the man's hand. "Hello Mr. Weasley, it's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine, lad."

The rest of the food was plated up and the various bowls were all placed on some available space on the table. Mrs. Weasley even had to pull up two smaller tables and place them between Harry and Ron's chairs and Fred and George's chairs.

Harry and Ron were across from the Twins. On Ron's right way his little sister Ginny, who had been a nervous wreck since Harry walked into the room. Harry had a feeling that she was just another one of those people infatuated with the idea of him. He was polite but curt to her because he didn't want to encourage any fantasies.

At the other end of the table, which was to Ginny's right, was Mrs. Weasley.

To Harry's left was Mr. Weasley who sat at the head of the table. The twins were to his left followed by Percy. It was all very cozy.

It was the best meal of Harry's life.


Mr. Weasley loved Muggles. There was no other way to say it. He even worked at the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office in the Ministry.

The man had questions and unfortunately, Harry couldn't answer some of them. But he did manage to do his very best on what he did know. And whatever he couldn't answer, Varix would answer. And if she somehow didn't know, she would make 'how it works' books appear for Mr. Weasley to read.

Harry learned how to de-gnome a garden and they even made a game of it. Harry's gnome went the furthest, over the hedge, past the large tree in the far distance. The twins gave him a Wizard Card as a reward. Wendolyn the Weird who was burned dozens of times at the stake and giggled every time.

They got to play quidditch in the large clearing a ways from the house that was blocked by a lot of trees. So long as they kept low, no Muggles would see them.

Harry loved the Burrow.


On August seventh, Ron received a letter at breakfast, from Hermione. Conveniently, their Hogwarts letters for what they'd need in the upcoming term, also arrived.

Mr. And Mrs. Weasley agreed to meet Hermione and her parents at Diagon Alley the next Wednesday. Harry ended up writing the reply letter to save Ron the boredom. Besides, he'd like to send a word to his other best mate.

Their school lists, were annoying.

Harry had learned of Gilderoy Lockhart from Mrs. Weasley, who had every one of his books. She was enamored with the wizard and his magical skill. She relied on his books for everything.

Magical Me, the man's most famous book, was thick. And it had a moving and winking photograph of Lockhart himself on the front cover. Tall, with wavy blonde hair, light blue eyes, and bright, white teeth. Somehow, he managed to have all teeth showing just from one smile. Though Harry was calm with Mrs. Weasley's prattling, he wasn't that interested in the man. He seemed annoying.

Very Malfoy like, without the sneer.

Ron not so quietly said, "Mum fancies him."

She made him go quiet the ghoul in the attic as punishment.

Lockhart had written most of their book list. The twins were bemoaning the price of it all and Harry couldn't help but cut in with, "Just buy one set. You have all the same classes and sit next to each other. Why waste money when you don't have to?"

They stared at him for a moment, before nodding.

"Makes sense."

"Couldn't have said it better myself."

A few days later, the Weasley family, plus one, were ready to go shopping. Harry was then introduced to the Floo Network.

Mrs. Weasley held a large flowerpot between her hands. The Weasley's all formed a line with Harry standing back, wondering what was going on.

She held the pot out to him and gestured to the fireplace. "After you, Harry dear!"

He stared at her and then down to the Varix watch on his left wrist. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Oh!" Ron gasped. "Harry's never traveled by Floo Powder, mum. Sorry Harry!"

Mr. Weasley looked ready to begin another questioning when Mrs. Weasley hushed him and gestured to Ron. Ron took some of the black powder out of the pot and tossed it into the flames. The reddish, orange fire suddenly turned green!

"Diagon Alley!" yelled Ron before stepping into the flames!

Fred and George mimicked him immediately, their flames going much higher than Ron's had.

"See?" Mrs. Weasley smiled. "It's perfectly safe. And make sure to speak very clearly."

Harry took some of the powder.

"Don't fidget, close your eyes, and have your arms tucked in," warned Percy with a knowing look. "Got lost in the wrong fireplace too many times to count."

"'Wrong fireplace'?" Harry repeatedly with worry.

"You'll be fine, don't worry."

With that 'reassurance' Harry tossed the powder into the flames and stepped into the fire that thankfully wasn't burning him to death, and sadly coughed, "Di-Diagon Alley!" He got the soot in his mouth and it tasted gross.

There was spinning. Unholy spinning. He was being pulled downward by some unseen force. When he tried to see what was happening, he became ill from all the swirling around him. He was going to vomit. Like going down the drain in a sink or a bathtub.

And just as it was getting worse, he was thrust forward, falling into something extremely cold and hard. His glasses, frail as they were, slammed into the floor and broke on contact.

He never wanted to do that ever again. He'd just ask Varix to take him back to the Burrow because he was never getting into a fireplace ever again. He got to his feet, though swaying a bit. He could see his glasses and could only make out the fuzzy shapes in the dark room.

Varix appeared with a pop beside him.

She snapped her fingers and handed him his repaired glasses. "We're getting you new ones. Those are hideous and dorky. You look like a dweeb. Or you could wish your eyes fixed."

His jaw dropped. "You can do that?"

"Yep. It's not against the rules."

"I wish that I had perfect vision."

She snapped her fingers and just like that, the fuzz became crystal clear. He'd never seen this well before. Never mind that the room he was in was old and creepy, he was amazed at the clarity around him. The detail in the wood of the bookcase to his left!

"Thank you!" he breathed happily.

"No trouble," she shrugged. "Now, I think we should get out of here."

Harry was about to nod, when the door on the far side of the room, opened, ringing a bell. Varix slapped a hand over his mouth and snapped her fingers. "Disillusion. No one can see us," she whispered lowly.

Cool.

Hey! Maybe that was how Dumbledore had sneaked up on him while he watched the Mirror of Erised! He needed to learn how to do it too.

The person who entered what Harry realized was a shop, was none other than Draco Malfoy, with a man who looked very much like him, in toe. The man had the platinum blonde hair, but it was long and straight, not gelled back like Draco's was.

The man wore black dress robes and walked with a fanciful cane. He warned Draco not to touch anything, before greeting the greasy looking man who came to the counter.

The man was unctuous and so false it made Harry's head spin. He was coy, but Mr. Malfoy didn't fall for it. He was trying to get rid of some artifacts that would get him in trouble with the Ministry.

A few minutes of talking and drawing up a schedule for Mr. Borgin to pick up some things from Malfoy Manor, and Draco whining about wanting a new broom and how Harry had a better one and that he wasn't as good at quidditch as people said he was.

Harry stuck his tongue out childishly, though he knew they couldn't see him. Malfoy was just jealous. Prat.

When the three wizards were gone, Varix pulled him out the door and down the long, cobblestone street. "This is Knockturn Alley," she murmured. "While not as bad a place as some people would try to tell you, it is known for having more less than reputable people walking around. Stick close."

After a while of walking, dodging smarmy looking people left and right, she turned them into a new road and up ahead, Harry could see the great whiteness that was Gringotts!

Varix snapped her fingers.

"We're safe now. Go on."

His 'watch' appeared again.

He hurried along, coming out toward the large white steps of the grand building. And who should be standing at the top? None other than Hermione Granger of course. She was all smiles and flying, bushy hair from the moment she saw him.

"Harry!"

She threw her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. She had grown a bit and was actually taller than him by a little. He was too short!

"Are you by yourself?"

"I got lost in the Floo," he mumbled, flushing a bit. "I came out in Knockturn Alley."

"HARRY!"

The pre-teens turned to see Mrs. Weasley darting up the street as fast as her legs could takes her. Behind her, was most of the Weasley brood, minus Percy and Ginny. She wrapped her arms around Harry the moment she was close enough.

"Thank goodness! Where did you come up?!"

"A Place called Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley."

By the time the others caught up, they could hear Mrs. Weasley fretting over the dangers of the alley and being glad that he made it out of there safely. Fred and George asked for details and Ron moaned about how they weren't allowed in there.

While Mr. Weasley asked after his health, his wife pulled a large brush from her handbag and began dusting Harry off. He was covered head to foot in soot.

"Where are your glasses, Harry dear?" she asked, looking frantic.

"Varix fixed my eyes, Mrs. Weasley. I don't need them anymore."

"That's a relief. And your eyes are so lovely too, dear. Just like your mother's," Mrs. Weasley smiled.

Harry's stomach felt warm. He didn't know that. His eyes were like his mum's. There wasn't much detail in the photo album Hagrid had given him and the Mirror of Erised was always dark because he visited in the dark.

"Well, now that we're here, we might as well go to Gringotts!" Mr. Weasley said cheerfully.

Inside, they met up with Hermione's parents, who were looking around a bit nervously.

Hermione proudly shoved he and Ron in front of her parents and jabbered away excitedly telling them that they were her friends who 'saved her life and everything'.

The Grangers were very kind and Mrs. Granger even pried Harry's mouth open to check his teeth, she was a dentist after all.

"Your cuspids are very sharp and your teeth are well taken care of. I've never seen teeth so straight!" she smiled. The woman gave him a tight squeeze and said, "And thank you for saving my baby."

He flushed. "I-It was the right thing to do."

Ron's ears blended into his hair when the woman cuddled him as well.

Mr. Weasley stole their attention away, already burning with questions about Muggle money.

Varix appeared beside him, making Hermione and Ron jump. She waved at them before turning to Mrs. Weasley. They talked lowly for a moment, before something passed hands between them.

Varix slung an arm around his shoulders. "We need to talk to your account manager. It won't take too long."

He waved to his friends, promising to explain later.

"I assume you haven't been told of your duties?" Varix asked as they neared the podium at the end of the room.

"What?" he asked nervously. He had duties?

"As the last Potter, you are the Potter Heir. Probably heir to other lines too. Your line was once pureblooded before your father married your mother. There is an old history. Probably older than that Malfoy boy from earlier."

She stepped up to the podium and cleared her throat. The Goblin leaned over the edge, it's beady eyes losing some edge when they landed on Varix.

"My Fairy Godson would like to speak with his account manager, sir."

"And your godson is…?" the Goblin drawled.

"Mr. Harry Potter," Varix said, holding out his Vault Key!

The Goblin accepted the small piece of gold and looked it over. He then turned and whistled, alerting a nearby Goblin at once. "Take Mr. Potter and his Fairy Godmother to Silverfang's office."

He handed the key back and the two bowed before following the new Goblin. Harry recognized him immediately and waved, "Hello, Griphook."

The Goblin stared and Varix sent him an amused look. "You remember his name?" she asked, sounding insultingly shocked.

"Yes."

"Wizards don't usually bother to remember Goblin names," she told him.

"That's rude," he frowned, nose wrinkling in distaste. How bad were wizards?

She gave a laugh, "Indeed."

They continued on their way.

Silverfang was an older Goblin who got right down to business the moment they arrived and Harry thanked Griphook for leading them there.

"I've been trying to contact you for years, Heir Potter-Black."

"I've only been to Gringotts once before, sir. I only found out I was a wizard on my eleventh birthday."

Silverfang did not look pleased.

"You never received correspondence from us?"

"My first letter was my Hogwarts letter, sir."

"Then someone has been tampering with your mail," the Goblin growled, rifling through the parchment on his desk. "All statements and updates have been completely unknown to you. Do you even know what power you possess financially?"

Varix stepped in then. "He knows nothing at all. Forced to live with Muggles who neglect him."

"I'm not neglec-"

"You are. And any neglected or abused kid would deny the facts even though they are right in front of them. It's a defense mechanism and it doesn't work with me," she interrupted. Then, looking at Silverfang, "They treat him like a House Elf."

The Goblin did not look pleased.

"Then we must rectify this situation immediately. I'll require Heir Potter-Black to drink a potion that will give every piece of information about his recent lineage and current status."

Varix smiled reassuringly, "It'll just tell you how much money you have and who your ancestors are. It'll be fine."

He relaxed and accepted the vial the Goblin handed him.

He chugged it back, feeling it tingle in his throat.

Varix was looking up, so was Silverfang. Harry looked up too, seeing words appear above his head. They were bright green.

Harry James Potter

Parents: James Charlus Potter, Lily Anne Potter nee` Evans, Sirius Orion Black III(through blood adoption).

Status: Halfblood.

Heir Potter, Heir Black.

Potter Main Vault 688: 3,000,000,000 Galleons, 4,000 Sickles, 52 Knuts.

Heir Potter-Black's Potter Trust Vault 687: 100, 000,750 Galleons.

Black Main Vault 812: 0 Galleons, 0 Sickles, 0 Knuts.

Heir Potter-Black's Black Trust Vault 811: 25,000,000 Galleons.

Boy-Who-Lived Trust Vault 1001: 3,000,000 Galleons, 247,009,983 Sickles, 4 Knuts.

Residences: Potter Manor, Cornwall. Grimmauld Place, London. Merry Berry Cottage, Godric's Hollow(national monument). Winsidor Keep, Edinburgh. Black Villa, Russia.

Guardians: Petunia Dursley nee` Evans. Sirius Orion Black III(imprisoned godfather). Værix̂ Tɛmpaʊð(fairy godmother).

"Who is Sirius Black?" Harry asked, looking at the name cautiously.

"The Ministry arrested him for the murder of twelve Muggles, his friend Peter Pettigrew, and for the supposed betrayal of your family to the Dark Lord. However there was never a trial so we cannot truly tell if this is truth or not." Silverfang answered.

"Isn't that illegal?"

"Yes."

"The wizarding world is messed up."

"Indeed. Now, these will tell you of your duties. I suggest visiting Potter Manor in order to collect the proper books to educate you on how pureblood heirs are to act. You have many businesses that your family name is connected to and I've been making investments in you place for the past eleven years. Study the information on it all, closely. I'm sure your fairy godmother will assist you," Silverfang said, handing over a lot of parchment.

"The rings will allow you to enter any of the residences listed above you. Say the name and the ring will take you there. Specialized Portkeys if you will. They also allow you into any vaults of yours. You donot need the key, just show your rings."

Harry took the two rings and looked up expectantly.

"One on each index finger," instructed Varix.

"Thanks."

"Please note that you cannot remove anything from the main vaults in your possession until you reach your majority. Your trust funds are fine however."

"Thank you, sir."

"We need to set up a new mailing system if your mail from us is being watched."

"I'll help," Varix volunteered with a raised hand. "Just call my name, 'Varix' and I'll hear you."

"Will do," Silverfang agreed. "Heir Potter-Black, Griphook will take you to your chosen vault now. It's been a pleasure."

"Thank you, sir."

Varix led him to the door, but Harry turned back and smiled a little, "Have a nice day."

They left the gaping Goblin in the office.

Griphook took them down to Vault 687, one of Harry's trust vaults.

"How much should I take?" he asked Varix, since Hagrid hadn't really been helpful the previous year.

"Do you want new clothes, already used clothes, do you intend to buy normal clothes for when you don't have classes? Are you buying anything new? Do you have an idea in mind for snacks?"

Harry groaned and took the bag he'd used last time, from his pocket. It was made by the bank and was larger inside than it appeared on the outside. Magic was amazing.

Harry ended up grabbing a thousand Galleons and some Sickles and Knuts as well, just in case. He didn't know how prices were because Hagrid had him by secondhand things the past year.

"We're all set," Varix smiled at Griphook who grunted.

"Griphook, can the carts go faster?" Harry asked, feeling his adrenaline rush like in quidditch.

The Goblin gave a toothy smirk and the cart shot off, much faster than it had been before. Harry giggled the whole way.


Harry ended up buying a lot of clothing because he didn't have any and needed some that actually fit him. His uniform was easy. It was everything else, even the pants, that was difficult.

Varix dragged him into Twilfitt and Tattings for his normal clothes, getting only the best of the best because he was too used to rags and she wanted him to look good. He spent a quarter of his money on clothes alone.

Next was wasted on school supplies and back up quills and inkwells at Scribbulus Writing Instruments. He got Hedwig a canister of owl treats at Eeylops Owl Emporium. He bought a large assortment of sweets from Sugarplum's Sweets Shop. He needed to be stocked up for the upcoming term.

Harry's most expensive item came from Quality Quidditch Supplies. He couldn't help himself, but Varix said he deserved to splurge every once and a while so he didn't feel all too bad. Besides, he'd just donate his other to the Gryffindor team.

Be bought the newest broom, the Nimbus 2001. It cost one hundred Galleons, but it was worth it. It was green, black, and silver! And he really liked it.

Just because he could, he also bought Ron a Chudley Cannons Jersey that was signed by their Seeker, Dragomir Gorgovitch. That should make his day.

Harry's last trip was to Flourish and Blotts because he'd been avoiding it. Apparently, Gilderoy Lockhart was there signing books and the entire shop was filled with witches. Giggling girls up and down the street. It was annoying.

And when he got there, Hermione with standing with Mrs. Weasley, staring at the man in powder blue robes like he was a god or something.

Ron caught his eyes and huffed, "I don't see what's so great about him. Do you see his teeth? They bloody sparkle! Literally!"

It was truth. Harry would swear that he was nearly blinded by the whiteness of those teeth, all large and ridiculously straight.

"I don't like him," groused Ron.

"Neither do I."

"Git. And look at Ginny, she's doing it too!"

Indeed, like every other woman in the shop, Ginny was smiling at Lockhart too.

A man with a large camera entered the shop, parting the crowd while announcing that he was with the Daily Prophet. He made it all the way up to the front and proceeded to take photographs of the beaming blonde man.

And then… it all went to hell.

Lockhart glanced in Harry's direction and his entire body snapped toward Harry's, eyes fixed on him intently. It was creepy and it made him a little uneasy.

"I can't be, Harry Potter?!"

Harry hated him.

All those people were looking at him now.

He was grabbed by the sleeve and pulled forward until he was at the front of the crowd. Lockhart pulled him in, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and smiling brightly for the camera. "Nice big smile. Harry. We're worth the front page."

Harry did not smile.

And not once did he react when the man announced that he'd be the new DADA professor. Or when he handed Harry his entire collection of works for free. He was released and made his way back to the Weasley's, depositing everything into little Ginny's cauldron. "You can have them, I'm all set."

He was not buying any of those books.

He'd borrow Ron or Hermione's but not personally, would he ever own them.

And then Malfoy appeared, unwanted like always. He made some snide remarks, Hermione put him in his place. His father then showed up and he got into a fight with Mr. Weasley. Literally a fight. Fists and everything involved.

They knocked over a bookcase which had nearly landed on Ginny had Harry not pulled her out of the way. Though the jostling had her drop her cauldron. Harry helped pick up the scattered books, leafing through the mess to help her out. Once everything was right as rain, he grabbed Ron and Ginny and pulled from them from the shop to get away from the angered salesman.

Hermione joined them a moment later and Harry's decided to take them to Fortescue's across the way until the hullabaloo passed.

An hour later, they said their goodbyes, Harry and the Weasley's returning to the Burrow - Harry by Varix - and Hermione and her parents to the muggle world.

Ron loved his jersey.

Dinner was amazing like usual.

Harry secretly went about the house, stashing Galleons in random places, trying to pay for the food he'd been eating. They'd be found when Mrs. Weasley was cleaning and no one would know.

Varix shook her head but didn't say anything.

Not that anything would change his mind.

He didn't want to be a burden.

Harry went to bed feeling a lot better.

He was looking forward to the remaining days of the summer holiday and his return to Hogwarts, his home.


A/N: Another is done.

-In case anyone didn't notice, Mrs. Weasley is not pleased with Harry having a fairy godmother. It's not because she doesn't like Varix, its because children who qualify for a fairy godparent are usually abused or neglected. The fact that Harry has one is proof that his life isn't all sunshine and roses like people have been led to believe.

-Remember, Varix can travel to any time in the mortal realm of earth and she mentioned living in America for a while until 2017. She knows the future of the wizarding world already.

-Also, I mentioned that Varix is severely tanned with a purple dress, no shoes, green and black wings, and violet eyes. I didn't add this last chapter but I will now. The human who is exactly what I want Varix to look like is Lilly Singh 'iisuperwomanii', a comedian and Youtube personality who is amazing!

-Varix has lived long and skipped a lot of classes to chill in the mortal realm. She knows things and that's why she took Harry to Gringotts.

-rix̂ Tɛmpaʊð.- V-ah-ricks T-eh-m-pow-th. I took the name Varius and I made a feminine form that seems fairy like. It means 'versatile'. I twisted the word tempest to make her last name.

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