Chapter 4: Archive Two, Cont.
During the first one hundred days of reign of Lord Baron Potter Black the least appreciated of his Noble Council was Hannah Abbot, Lady Durovernum. In later years her accomplishments were many and lasting, not the least of which was the Durovernum Center for Magical adjustments, the research facility which led to the breakthrough in the causes and cures for those previously referred to as 'squibs.' In that first one hundred days, owing to the Brazil Incident, the subsequent engagement of Lord Weasley (lovingly referred to as Lord Knufflebunny by the media) to Princess Luiza of Brazil, not to mention the state occasion of the wedding of Lord Dobby and Lady Winky, towing to those highly charged events he Lady Durovernum was seldom covered by the press. Photos taken during that initial phase of Lord Baron Potter-Black's reconstitution of the foundation of Britain's social and political systems show Lady Durovernum at the far end of the official photographs. In the famous wedding party photograph of Lord Dobby and Lady Winky she is partially obscured by Press Secretary Luna Lovegood who stepped in front of her to wave at her father, Xenophilus Lovegood, proprietor of The Quibbler.
Her accomplishments and abilities during that first one hundred days should not be minimized; owing to the great amount of stress Lord Baron Potter-Black and the Noble Council were under her skill as The Heart ensured that each member was able to see to their duty with an honest and full heart. If the Noble Council had not been able to have peace in their private lives who knows how much attention they would have been able to pay to the seismic shifts in magical Britain? Due to the full release of archives by Lord Pretanoi III, Samuel Potter, Lord Baron Potter-Black-Granger, we now have a more complete understanding of how the magic of The Heart manifested itself within the Noble Council.
The importance of the pensieve memory that follows cannot be overstated. It appears for the first time outside of the private collection of Libraries of Lord Baron Potter-Black.
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Pensieve Recording 10 September, 2001. Potter Manor, Lord Pretanoi's private study, 11:20 pm.
Harry Potter sat in front of the fireplace on a large, soft leather sofa while a small fire danced in front of him; it generated little heat but instead simply provided a distraction. The documents he was supposed to review for the upcoming meetings with the Wizangamot and Minister for Magic Remus Lupin were strewn across the floor. He was deep in thought and did not hear anyone enter.
"Harry?" Hannah Abbot walked into the room with her hair piled up on her head, two cups of tea in her hands. "Harry, I thought you might need this."
Harry sat up, adjusted his glasses and took the cup of tea from Hannah with a resigned smile. "Yeah, I do. Thanks, Hannah. How'd you know?"
Hannah sat on the other end of the sofa and tucked a leg underneath. "I just knew, Harry." She tapped her chest, right above her heart. "I actually felt it, to be honest. Want to tell me about it?"
He sighed and leaned back against the sofa. "You can probably guess, right?"
"I think everybody knows, Harry. I'm surprised that it's taken you two this long to get together, actually. We always thought you and Hermione would end up together. Well, at least Susan and I did. Are you worried about how Ron will take it?"
"Ron?" Harry laughed but ended it quickly. "No. Actually, no, it's not Ron. We've talked about it and he was...you know, people don't give him enough credit. He realized that even though he'll always love her they just didn't work. Plus he's got Luiza now and a baby on the way. That's really changed him, Hannah. Never seen him like this."
"People do grow up, Harry. So if it isn't Ron is it Ginny?"
"No. It's not Ginny. We definitely didn't work. Too competitive. I guess when you're the youngest of seven, and the only girl, being competitive comes naturally. Perfect for her, with the Harpies and all, but it really didn't make things easy, especially when I was playing with Chudley. She and Hermione were like sisters for a long time, so I'm not sure about that. Hermione hasn't really said anything." He took another sip of tea and stared at the fire. After Hannah's silence went on for a while Harry looked over to her. "I never would have told you any of this at school. Outside of the DA..."
"I know. But you told me things when I started working at The Leaky Cauldron."
"That's different. Wasn't that part of the job description old Tom gave you, psychologist to the drunks?"
"It should have been, I might have made more money." Both of them laughed and Hannah gave him a soft smile. "So it isn't your ex's, and you two seem to be doing well. After all, she did take on your uncle." Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth Hannah had it; she knew what was bothering him. "Family. It's family, isn't it?"
He sighed deeply. "It's just not fair, Hannah. I mean, we're having her parents over for dinner soon and if...if, Hannah, it's always an 'if only' that I can never have. I've got a ring, by the way. I asked Dobby to go through all my vaults and find any rings that would work to ask her and he brought me over a trunk full! I've got rings, oh yeah, I'm lousy with rings. If life was fair, and trust me, I know it's not, but if life was fair I'd have my parents over for the same dinner and we'd tell them together. That's if she says yes." He looked panicked for a moment and stared intently at Hannah. "Do you think she'll say yes? Can you tell? You're The Heart, you know."
Hannah laughed softly, reached over and patted Harry on the arm. "I don't have to be The Heart to figure that out, Harry. I think even Goyle could figure this one out. She'll say 'yes' Harry, don't worry about that. I think even Trelawney could make that prophecy."
The two were quiet for a while and Hannah felt a wave come over her, a wave as if someone had put the perfect temperature warming charm on a blanket and slowly spread it across her. She felt her emotions flare, she felt the depth of Harry's longing to have his parents, and then her own regret flooded her; she had made a joke to Harry about a prophecy by Trelawney! How could she be so insensitive? Was she really The Heart? She wished at that moment, above everything else, that she could give Harry what he wanted, that she could give him his parents for that meeting with the Grangers, that they could all share in the happy moment but she knew it was not to be. The sadness of the moment hit her like a Stupefy, making her breath catch, and it took a few moments before she realized that she was crying.
The voice that spoke made both Harry and Hannah sit up in shock; Hannah in surprise, Harry in disbelief. Hannah had never heard that voice but Harry? Harry had heard that voice and never thought he would hear it again. The last time he had heard that voice was right before he willingly walked into Voldemort's killing curse.
"Mum?" Harry looked wildly behind the sofa and there they were, two shimmering figures. His parents.
"Harry!" James Potter seemingly bounced over to the sofa, his feet never quite touching the ground. "Harry, my boy...I have no words for how proud I am of you!"
"Dad!" Harry was off the sofa and reached out for his father, knowing fully in the back of his mind that they were only spectral images, ghosts, magical representations of his parents. He remembered the Forbidden Forest, how his attempt at touching them only left him with the same feeling as being passed through by the Hogwarts ghosts.
But then his hand touched something solid.
"DAD!" Harry gripped his father's arm as if life itself depended upon it. "Dad, I can...can you feel that?"
"I can. Merlin's short and curlies, I can! LILY!"
She was over to him in less than the blink of an eye. The moment that Harry had dreamed of for so many years, the moment that in his darkest hour he wanted more than anything was there; his mum was hugging him tightly. And then the feeling doubled as Harry felt his father join the hug.
Tears streamed down Hannah's face as she watched Harry's fondest desire come to fruition. She didn't know how it happened but there it was, right in front of her. She could not help herself in that moment, as she sat down her teacup, wiped her eyes and joined in and hugged the Potters, feeling the warmth of only Harry but the solidity of all three. Once they could regain some sense of composure the Potters sat on the sofa, Harry close in-between his parents. Hannah sat on the chair facing them and a euphoric feeling flooded her, filling every fiber of her being with one emotion; love.
"Mum, Dad..." Harry looked at them and laughed. "We're the same age."
"It is odd, that's for sure." James swelled with pride. "And you, Harry, you...I always hoped you'd play Quidditch but this...Lord Pretanoi? Merlin's pants, son. Talk about making your old man proud."
Lily rolled her eyes at her husband and put her finger on Harry's chin, turning his attention towards her. "I'm very proud of you, Harry, but there are more important things to talk about, aren't there? Or should I say more important people to talk about?"
"Can...can you see things, Mum?" Harry's voice quivered. "Do you know..."
"We see some things, Harry, but not all." Lily smiled. "I felt so bad for you and the Weasley girl. You both wanted it to work out but it just wasn't meant to be. I wish I could have been there to tell you, but I know you would have made the right decision."
James smiled. "Hopefully you didn't listen to Remus about the whole 'Potters and redheads' thing. It's just coincidence about your mum. Your Gran had red hair but that's only because your Grandfather liked it. She had Blix, our house elf, dye it for her for years. If anything you've continued in the tradition of Potter men marrying women smarter than they are."
"Flatterer." Lily smiled at her husband but shifted to Harry. "She's quite remarkable, your Hermione. We saw what happened with Petunia and Vernon. I'm not going to spoil this moment talking about them because I don't know how long we have." She turned to Hannah. "How long do we have?"
Hannah wiped away the tears that would not stop falling. "I don't know Mrs. Potter. I don't know how long and I don't know how this is happening."
"You have a good heart, my dear." Lily wiped away one of her own tears. "You are truly The Heart and I can never thank you enough."
Harry reached out and took his mum's hand. "I'm going to ask her, Mum."
"We know, Harry." Lily reached up and brushed his hair away from his forehead. "We know. All I ask is that you be happy, Harry. That's all we ever wanted, that you be happy and safe."
James leaned forward and raised an eyebrow at Hannah. "Lady Durovernum, will you be able to do this again?"
Hannah waved him off in embarrassment. "Oh, stop that. I'm just Hannah. I really don't know. I mean, no idea."
"Well..." James looked over to Lily, who nodded in agreement. "If you can we'd like to be able to attend the dinner with the Grangers."
Hannah nodded, as she had no words.
For the next hour the Potters sat with Harry as he told them everything that had happened to him since the defeat of Voldemort, all the highlights and important moments. Hannah could tell every now and then that the Potters were aware of what had taken place but they listened to it rapturously. But at the end, when James and Harry started talking about Quidditch, Hannah felt a wave of exhaustion come over her, the opposite of the previous warm blanket as it felt as if someone had taken a damp towel and draped it across her face. She closed her eyes once, twice, and then looked over to the Potters. Their image flickered, and instead of holding his mum's hand Harry's hand seemed to fall and land on his leg.
"Our time is up, Harry." Lily smiled at him. "But with Hannah's help we will see you soon."
As they began to dematerialize the Potters told Harry how much they loved him, regardless of his titles and accomplishments; they loved him because he was not only their son but because he was a good person. Their kisses on Harry's forehead were barely complete when Lily and James' images began to fade into nothingness.
And then they were gone.
Harry sat there for a few moments before he took off his glasses, tossed them on the floor and covered his face with his hands and wept happy tears, tears he had welled up all those years at Privet Drive, tears of joyous relief. After collecting himself he went over to Hannah and engulfed her in a tight hug.
"I don't know how you did it, Hannah, I don't know and I don't care. Thank you."
Although she felt exhausted, mentally and physically, Hannah Abbot had never felt more alive in her life.
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Phoenix Guard Archives. Archival Entry Date 31 October, 2001
Society for Wizarding Heritage Intelligence Dossier, captured by Phoenix Force One, Viscount Ron Weasley commanding officer.
The Society for Wizarding Heritage Most Wanted List
1. Harry Potter
2. Hermione Granger
3. Ron Weasley
4. Neville Longbottom
5. Hannah Abbot
6. House Elf 'Dobby'
The Top Six need no further details. Eliminate on site with extreme prejudice. Bonuses awarded for intact heads.
7. Nymphadora Tonks-Weasley
Head of the Phoenix Guard, Potter's private guards. Married to Charles Weasley. Is a metamorphagus so extreme caution must be utilized to ensure subject is actually the shifting traitor. Target likes to go to Muggle establishments that do karreyokey and drink heavily. Suggest termination attempt after she's good and squiffy which shouldn't take long.
8. Charles Tonks-Weasley. Currently employed at Hogwarts as the Care of Magical Creatures instructor. Intelligence has determined that using his contacts in Romania this sorry excuse for a wizard is training dragons to serve as combat units for Potter. Part of that endless parade of Weasley morons.
9. Luna Lovegood. Press Secretary for Potter. Intelligence units are unable to determine if this bint is mental or a genius. Father Xenophilius Lovegood runs disreputable rag called The Quibbler. Possibly use him to get to her.
10. Kreekle. Gringotts historian and goblin advisor to Potter. DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ATTEMPT TO ENGAGE TARGET AT GRINGOTTS. The Society for Wizarding Heritage is already experiencing enough meddling by the goblins with our members' vaults.
11. Remus Lupin. Werewolf that Potter somehow made Minister for Magic. Highly guarded by Ministry forces. Suggest coordination of elimination proceedings to occur during appropriate moon phase or directly thereafter with poisoned chocolate.
12. Arthur Weasley. Father of Target 3 and 8, father-in-law of Target 7. Suggest trapped Muggle item as incendiary device. Contact Mu Li regarding fiendfyre traps.
For related Targets see Appendix 1.
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From the Diary of Lady Hermione Granger, 27 September, 2001
Dear Diary,
I know it's been a while since I...oh sod it.
HE ASKED ME HE ASKED ME HE ASKED ME HE ASKED ME HE ASKED ME HE ASKED ME OH MY MERLIN HE ASKED ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OH MY GOD EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
OF COURSE I SAID YES! OOOOOH.
Well. Ok, ok, ok, it's really happening it's really happening I can't believe itlkjllllllllllllllsdafffffaaaaaaaaaaaa
Oh, Diary, I think my excitement took care of both the spell and..it broke the quill! I don't think it could handle...doesn't matter. The spell's working now and oh my God I completely have to hide your key, Diary, because if anyone EVER saw this I would never hear the end of it. I think my secret of transfiguring your key to be a charm on my bracelet has to stop because that seems like such a rather obvious place now that...of course it's going to be in the press but I won't let Luna...
I'M GOING TO BE MRS. HARRY POTTER! HERMIONE POTTER, I'M GOING TO BE HERMIONE POTTER!
Oh bloody hell. I'm not going to be Mrs. Harry Potter, I'll be Lady Potter-Black. Oh. That's not quite it. That's not it at all. I'm...I'm going to be Lady Pretanoi.
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Uhhhhhh. Oh Diary, I cannot believe that, that is so unlike me. Diary, I just fainted. I've never fainted! Dinner this weekend will be...I cannot believe this, I'm going to tell my parents that their daughter is...yes. Yes.
Godric's goolies, now I have to find a book on weddings. Not those horrible Muggle magazines, though. Kreekle will know what to do or maybe Ron's fiancée will have some advice since she's a princess. Wait. Did I just think about asking my ex-boyfriend's fiancée about wedding advice? I really have gone around the twist, haven't I? If Dobby's wedding with Winky is a state occasion, and Ron's marrying the daughter of the Emperor of Brazil, what will everyone do for my wedding with Harry?
OH MY GOD I'M MARRYING HARRY! And this ring? Eat your heart out, Lavender Brown.
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Interview with Professor Snickfang, Gringotts Historian and Professor of Non-Wizarding History, Hogwarts. Taken from Unpublished Excerpts of A History of Magical Post-War Britain, Chelsey Saxet author. Professor Snickfang was interviewed by the author. Reprinted with permission by Red Hippogriff Publishing, London, 2150.
Chelsey Saxet: Professor, I'd like to go back to Lord Potter-Black's first one hundred days, specifically how it affected established institutions such as the Wizangamot and the Ministry.
Professor Snickfang: Yes, a fascinating time. Both bodies were deconstructed and built anew, but in order for that to happen and for the change to be permanent political shifts were required of the old guard. The key in the reconfiguration of both the Wizangamot and the Ministry, my dear, was the wedding of Lord Dobby to Lady Winky.
CS: The wedding of Lord Dobby and Lady Winky? I don't understand, Professor.
PS: It made everyone decide, even foreign magical governments. Choose to attend and publicly support not only Lord Baron Potter-Black's changes, specifically regarding house elves, or decline and be forever branded as a part of the previous, failed administrations. The administrations that not only contributed to the development of Voldemort, the self-styled 'Dark Lord' of everyone's hidden fears, but also a part of the previous administrations that allowed Voldemort to rise again. Two wizarding wars proved that the old ways were not working anymore. You see how such a simple thing as a wedding, a wedding between two house elves, forced the magical world to make a decision. [Laughter] Plus, from all accounts, a smashing good time.
CS: The official accounts...
PS: Oh hang the official accounts. Yes, we know that the Emperor of Brazil attended, yes, we even know that the King and Queen of America attended and they hated the British magical empire for decades. You know, after the...never mind. I'm sure I don't have to lecture you on Anglo-American wizarding relations. Just know that the wedding was all terribly proper as decorum demanded. But think about weddings you have attended, Mrs. Saxet...a highly charged atmosphere in multiple ways, am I correct?
CS: Oh. Well. Yes. That's where I met Mr. Saxet. My cousin married a Phoenix Guard and there he was, standing next to the groom afterwards, in his uniform robe, just back from a tour in South Africa...
PS: So do you see...[laughter]. Oh my dear, I do apologize. You seem to blush very easily.
CS: Yes. But point taken, professor. So the wedding reception must have been something, everyone in their early twenties, flush with new nobility, money, power...
PS: And The Heart. Remember, Lady Durovernum attended the wedding as a member of the Noble Council. Any and all weddings ever attended by The Heart resulted in quite a few engagement notices shortly thereafter. Not to mention several months down the road all the new births.
CS: Is that where Lord Longbottom and Lady Durovernum met their spouses?
PS: Not exactly.
CS: I've been meaning to ask you this, Professor; how do you know all these things? It seems as if you were a fly on the wall for everything.
PS: My father told me stories, my dear. Goblins live a long time, much longer than witches and wizards and exceedingly longer than non-magicals.
CS: Duke Kreekle was your father?
PS: The very same. Thankfully my older brother inherited the Goblin Liaison position, leaving me free to indulge my love of stories. Only now, instead of listening to my father and the elders I pass down stories to people like you, Mrs. Saxet. Now where were we? The political fallout in the first one hundred days?
CS: The hell with politics. You know how The Heart and The Shield met their spouses, don't you?
PS: How good is your transcription spell, my dear? This could take a while.
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Transcript from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, Janus Thickey Ward, Surveillance Recording Device Evidence Spool (Pat. 132123-AALKJ34-IM-A-BAT1.K Geo. Weasley & Fred Weasley). Sunday 7 October, 2001 7:34 PM. Bed 4A, Bed 4B. Speaker Lord Neville Longbottom until indicated.
Hi Mum. Hi Dad. It's me. Yeah, I know, you heard the Healer. Rather embarrassing, actually. Lord Longbottom. Yeah. Spent all of last night at the wedding reception saying 'Neville Longbottom, Lord Pretanoi's Shield. So very nice to meet you, please call me Neville.' That wasn't fun.
[Three minute pause]
Ok, I'll admit, I came because what Hannah told me at the wedding. She was a little drunk but I knew she wasn't having me on, she said she came to see you two. After the whole Heart thing. Kreekle said that The Heart is supposed to be really good at healing, and she said that she had to come see you and maybe do something. Han wasn't going to tell me but, like I said, she was a bit drunk. Didn't want to get my hopes up.
But that's sort of the reason I'm here; actually. I do have my hopes up. Gran said I should've taken a date to the wedding, that it looked bad, but I didn't take anyone. Who am I going to ask? Only girls I know I went to Hogwarts with and let's face it, outside of Ginny Weasley I didn't date a lot. Sorry Mum, but I did snog Luna a bit. I know I told you I wasn't interested in her then, and I really wasn't, but she wanted to snog. It's not like I had a lot of options back then. An' that's the problem, right now I've got a lot of options and I really don't want most of them. Like Lavender Brown. She wouldn't give me the time of day back in school, but now that I'm Lord Longbottom? Pffft.
I did get to dance with a lot of pretty women, though. Glad I learned how to dance, it really paid off. Before the wedding Kreekle said that Dobby an' Winky's wedding was like having an official embassy opening, we were all ambassadors for Harry, and we could start good friendships with people that'll affect our countries. We didn't need another Brazil, though that's come through ok in the end, especially for Ron. Sorry Mum, but I'm a bloke. Dad, Ron's girl is fit. And her dress? Merlin.
[Laughter]
Right then, where was I? Oh yeah, so I've got to dance with a lot of ladies and be nice because it could prevent a war or worse. I thought that I could do ok but then Fred Weasley was a right git and I don't care if he's a Duke or whatever of Occidamus, calling it the Pretty Princess Parade of Husband Hunters was more than a little rude. Let's just say that the Duchess of Australia, who's really rather nice, let's just say that she didn't like it at all and it took the whole song before I could calm her down. From there it was ok, but...they were throwing themselves at me. One woman who is older than you and Mum, Dad, she suggested things that I didn't even know were possible.
So there I was, finally sitting one out, when she came over and sat next to me and asked me to hide her. She was rather pretty, and I didn't know exactly why I had to hide her but I did anyway and cast a quick Notice Me Not charm on her. I guess being The Shield pays off in some ways because a really large man in rather bright red, white and blue robes came over and asked if I'd seen his daughter. I told him I hadn't, because I didn't know who his daughter was, so it wasn't a lie. But then she thanked me, gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me who she is.
Can't really believe it, still don't in some ways, because she's the American Princess, Persephone Franklin, descended from King Benjamin. We started talking and can you believe it, she didn't know who I was! She didn't know about me being The Shield or Lord Longbottom or what happened at Hogwarts with the Sword of Gryffindor, she didn't know any of it. So I listened, and...well, she isn't very happy with her parents. They still act like it's 1776 and the Minister for Magic wants them to pay taxes on potion ingredients, and they complained the whole way over to London that they had to attend Dobby and Winky's wedding.
So I summoned up a little Gryffindor courage and asked her to dance. She's really pretty, Mum. She's got dark hair, brown eyes and her skin is a beautiful color that she says is because one of the kings a long time ago married an Indian princess. Native American, maybe that's the proper term. I'll have to ask Hermione, she'll know. But she said yes! We danced a lot after that and she cast a Notice Me Not charm on me because you know you can't cast one on yourself, never really takes for long. After dancing we took a walk outside and before I knew it the party was over and everyone was leaving. She kissed me, really kissed me, and then she left and that's when I realized that she only knows my first name, that's it.
[Long pause]
I guess I'll have to get the guest list and send her an owl. Maybe I'll invite her over for Ron and Luiza's wedding. But I don't know if she'll be able to come with her father hating Britain so much. Politics.
[Indistinct female voice]
Hannah?
[Hannah Abbot] Neville, there's someone out in the hall that wants to speak to you. Someone from someplace called America. Ring any bells?
[Neville] Merlin! Hannah, how'd you...
[HA] I'm The Heart, remember?
[NL] Thanks, Hannah. I really appreciate it. If there's anything...
[HA] Get out there, you pillock! Her security team will be here soon, go give her your private address so she can get past the Fidelius!
[NL] You really are a great girl, Han.
[HA] Oh shut up and go snog her, you big idiot. Gryffindor courage my arse.
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Album Review, The Wrocking Wizard Magazine, 20 October 2001 Issue 1934322, page 23
"Servin' Cuz We Wanna" - Lord Dobby and the Tea Towel Two
The first in hopefully the last of the house elf hardcore rap genre, Lord Dobby and the house elves 'Aight and Thud Brudda update what is apparently traditional house elf music. To this reviewer the only thing worse than listening to this album again...scratch that. There's nothing worse than this album. Dragon Pox is better than this album. The only way I'd ever listen to this complete waste of time is if I was Imperiused.
Then again what do I know, it's only been at the top of the charts for the last six weeks. Apparently house elves are starved for music, since it's earned sixteen million Galleons. Lord Dobby must really be Lord Pretanoi's purse because he's making Galleons out of Thestral droppings.
Negative Stars
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Excerpt from International Witch, 20 October 2001 article "World's Most Eligible Wizards." Archivist Note: International Witch magazine is charmed to display in the reader's native language. Article in original form displays in Icelandic.
1. Harry Potter, Lord Pretanoi, Lord Baron Potter-Black.
Harry Potter needs no introduction to the wizarding world, but what witch wouldn't want an introduction to him! Wealthy, handsome, oozing magic and sporty as well. (The Chudley Cannons haven't been the same since he left.) Escaped the clutches of Harpy Ginevra Weasley, so he's officially back on the market.
Where You'll Find Him
Ruling Britain from Potter Manor, and from what we've heard it's quite the little shed even though our informants say its the most strongly hidden building you'll ever not find.
If You Do Find Him
Don't be a fangirl, act like you have a brain and for Merlin's sake don't ask to see that scar!
Your Chances
Slim to none. Word on the street is that he's been seen in many a 'conference' with Lady Hermione Granger. We expect an announcement any day now.
2. Neville Longbottom, Lord Longbottom, Lord Pretanoi's Shield
The girls from Hogwarts say they never saw this one coming, who knew he'd grow into a tall, rugged drink of butterbeer? Head of House Longbottom, play your cards right and you could be the one pruning magical plants with Neville (he's quite the gardener.) Steer clear of his ex-girlfriend, Hannah Abbot, Lady Durovernum, though. Even though they aren't picking out china patterns she's very protective.
Where You'll Find Him
Helping #1 rule Britain. Dancing quite well at royal functions. Outside tending the venomous tentacula.
If You Do Find Him
Believe it or not you'll be the one to start the conversation (and maybe more) because he's rather shy.
Your Chances
Not bad, actually. He's officially not seeing anyone although we've heard rumors from America about a certain princess, but an American Princess and a British Lord? We're not putting a Sickle down on that bet.
3. William Weasley, Duke Occidamus
British boys number 1, 2 and 3 on the list? Brush up on your English language skills, girls, or at least your French. Back on the market after a torrid affair and public breakup with fellow Gringotts employee Fleur Delacour, a Tri-Wizard Tournament champion, Bill is quite the catch. Don't let those scars turn you off, we witches know those are the sign of a man who's not afraid to fight for what's right.
Where You'll Find Him
Gringotts Bank or out in the field breaking curses on some horribly trapped ancient site.
If You Do Find Him
Be ready to drop everything at a moment's notice to take a portkey anywhere in the world for adventure!
Your Chances
Pretty good, as long as you don't bring up his ex-girlfriend or try to compare yourself to her. Have you seen her latest paparazzi shots? And remember girls, his mum's quite the cook so you'd better brush up on your household spells!
