As always, JKR owns everything canon.

On Thursday at Noon Harry headed for Andromeda's house to spend the afternoon with Teddy. He was wearing a dark green t-shirt with the gold Harpy talon logo; and gold lettering on his back read "My Wife is a Harpy!" In his pocket he had a smaller shirt for Teddy, which read, "My Aunt is a Harpy!", and a few other Harpy-themed items.

Teddy spent the mornings being schooled by Andromeda. At the moment - he was only 5 - the lessons were mostly simple Kindergarten lessons, but also included manners, controlling the metamorphamagus talent, and what was expected of a Black. Harry was glad Andromeda had been raised a Black, because he would have had no idea what was necessary. Indeed, he sat in on many of the lessons and learned a lot of the basics all Pureblood children knew.

He had already taken Teddy to his offices, and to see the Wizagamont. When he got a little older Harry would begin to teach him how to manage the Black accounts. He also took Teddy to frequent Quiddich matches. Wanting the child to grow up knowing both sides of the world, Harry alternated with trips into the mundane world. They had been to both types of Zoos, to movies and parks and playgrounds of all kinds. Teddy loved the Splash Pad at Hyde Park, which they reached by riding the Underground. Hamburgers, hot dogs, and pizza were popular snacks while they were out, though neither of them thought much of fizzy sodas. Outings were endeavors in controlling hair color, for both of them. Harry usually chose a light brown in the mundane world, but Teddy was allowed to chose any color. It just had to stay the same for the whole outing. Harry sometimes had to help with a quick spell when Teddy got excited. Teddy usually chose a bright turquoise, and Harry received a lot of compliments on 'allowing his son so much freedom.' Mundanes were amused by the bright colors. Magicals knew who he was, immediately, even though they could achieve the same effect with a spell.

Today they were going to watch the Harpy's afternoon practice. First, they were going to have Pizza in London.

The stands were absolutely full of children, with their assorted relatives and caregivers chasing them. Elves popped in and out of the crowd, bringing juice and snacks. All of these children belonged in some way to the Harpies, if you included the sponsored orphanages and home school groups in their matching outfits. Teddy and Harry were wearing Harpy shirts, but they sat with his home-school group, anyhow. It was becoming a bright, hot day, so Andromeda produced hats. Dobby popped in and gave them each a large lemonade.

"And they're off!"

The A and B squads of Harpies, followed by the substitutes, free agents trying out for any vacant slots, and probably by every manager and water-girl they had came swirling out of the locker room. "A" squad was wearing home team whites, and "B" was in full-colors. Cheerleaders (male) danced and did stunts on the grass to Weird Sisters sports melodies. The line of flyers curved around the hoops, and then took a lap over the stands, ruffling the excited children's hair with their slipstream. Ginny, in green, rode sixth in her squad, her flaming hair loose as a comet. She really was good, thought Harry, but so were the rest.

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Though the Prophet had been delivered in the morning, Harry had read only the business pages. As he happily ate his beef stroganoff and chatted with Ted, Andromeda brought a copy to the table and opened it to the Society section. As Harry had expected, he and Ginny were large and colorful. The Headline read "New Harpy On The Runway!" Around the large center shot were a dozen smaller ones that must have been file photos, showing her playing quiddich at Hogwarts. Finally, there were a couple of shots that must have been taken at yesterday's Harpy practice, showing Ginny in Harpy uniform. Harry wondered how the paper had gotten those last shots, as he knew the pitch was tightly warded, and closed during practices. On the next page was an interview with Ginny. She praised her new teammate's skills, and talked about how her own skills could enhance the team.

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On Monday morning Harry packed his case with all his ledgers and notes, and headed for his regular appointment with his Gringotts accountant, Slashkilter. As always, his accounts were a mess, and he needed help sorting them out. He had taken several evening classes on bookkeeping and accounting, and thought he had spotted some of the trouble.

"Look here," he pointed out, "this is one of the Black houses, one we vacationed at recently. Most of the bills for this house are small, just the ordinary housekeeping. But here'" he pointed, "is what has to be the most random entry ever: it's for shoes and purses. Ginny must have used this vault key on a shopping trip."

Harry pulled more books out of the pile, and opened them to marked pages. "In fact, I've found a multitude of such charges on almost every vault I have, even the business ones." Slashkilter nodded, taking notes quickly on the offending entries. "Does Ginny have an account of her own?"

The goblin nodded again. "Miss Weasley opened a new vault in her own name Wednesday, and arranged for her pay from the Harpies to be automatically deposited. She took two keys, and assigned one to her mother, who was with her."

Harry thought about that as the goblin continued to make notes. "Two thoughts: first, make sure the proper numbers from that account are included on our annual taxes. Otherwise, keep that account separate from any of mine. It's hers, completely." Harry didn't like the idea that everything a woman owned was her husband's the moment he married her. Since Ginny hadn't mentioned the account, or even reminded him she would be paid as a Harpy, he suspected she felt the same way. If she wanted a nest egg of her own, that was fine.

"Second is that I want to set up another new account for her, under 'Ginevra Potter', though she may sign any name she likes. You can identify who makes charges by magical signature, so do so, and sort any store accounts she starts or already uses to bill into this new vault unless she designates them to her own. None of her shopping should bill to any of my other vaults unless I sign for them to do so.

I want it to be filled with 100,000 G to start, and refilled to this amount on Quarter Day, when my interest checks come in. I want an immediate alert notice if it ever reaches 20,000. My point is not to restrict her, but simply to redirect all of her scattered charges into one account so I can keep my books easier. Once I see how much she actually spends I can decide if she needs a different base amount. I want two sets of self-updating statements for this; one for my office with my regular accounts, and one directly to her. I want two keys, no more. One, I will take with me today. I will tell her to come in to get her new key, in person. When she does, collect all other keys of mine she has and give her the new one. And, whatever else she has, she should NEVER have access to my business accounts."

Slashkilter was already filling out the long application (in triplicate) for the new account. Harry waited as the goblin filled in check boxes and numbers. Finally, the paper was passed to Harry to read (a long, dull job) and sign, "here, here, here AND here," donate a drop of blood, and tap on the seal with his wand. The document split into identical sheets, one of which vanished to the key office, one the goblin took, and one rolled up in the air for Harry to keep. A small gold key dropped into a silver bowl on the desk. Harry added it to the ring from his pocket.

A new ledger appeared on the pile. Harry opened it to see the balance already at the top. As he looked, an entry appeared and a shockingly high charge was listed. Ginny had ordered a buffet lunch delivered for her team. Harry hadn't spent that much for his supplies for any year at Hogwarts.

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At home, Harry waited for Ginny to arrive. When the Floo flashed, he rose from his chair and walked to her bedroom, where she was getting ready for a shower. "Ginny, I need to talk to you for a minute." Ginny stopped shedding workout sweats and looked at him. "I arranged a present for you today. I set up your own vault at Gringotts. You will have to go in person to pick up the new key from Slashkilter, which will be sensitive to only you."

"You're putting me on an allowance?" The red color in her face was not from her exercise.

Harry quickly put up his hands and said "No, no. I've made a large deposit to start, and it will be regularly refilled. If you need more I can increase that, easily. This way you won't have to carry around a big key ring, nor wonder which vault to use." Harry mentally waited, and hoped she would accept without a fuss.

After a moment Ginny smiled. "Really? This does sound easier. I suppose I'll have to reset my drawing accounts at my favorite stores?"

"No, I told the goblins to figure that out and redirect the accounts. All you need to do is go in to the bank and pick up your new key. Drop off any duplicates of mine you have, and they can go into the storage vault until we need them again." Harry didn't mention that the goblins would be collecting any keys she forgot, nor that any charges she had used them for would automatically go to the new account. She was the pureblood; she ought to know how the bank worked.

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Tuesday morning, as Harry was going by his study, a golden rain of small keys began landing on his desk blotter. Ginny must have rushed to the bank early, before her practice. The rain continued longer than he expected, finally ending as a pile of keys that could not possibly have fit on one ring. Last, a receipt landed, signed by Slashkilter, for '16 surrendered vault keys, and unspent gemino.' Then he realized most of these keys were brass, indicating they were temporary duplicates of the originals. The usual reason for a brass copy was to allow a substitute, or a child, to make one purchase on your account - but why so many? Harry sorted the 16 originals onto a small chain, checked the numbers against his ledgers, and put them in a lock-box in his hidden room (with an anti-summoning charm) to put in the vault later. The duplicates he left in a box on his desk. They were deactivated, and he was curious about where they had come from. Meanwhile, he was going to the Tonk's.

Today they were going to play Quiddich, using Teddy's children's set. His child's broom flew neither high nor fast, and the half-scale Pitch was completely padded. The child's Snitch was slightly larger than the regular version, and also flew low and slow. The bats and Bludgers were rubber. They might leave a bruise, but were unlikely to break a bone. The last ball, the child's Quaffle, was smaller, and had thickened seams to make it easy to grip. These were sold as a set by WWW, sized for various ages. Teddy was going to join his first child's League this Summer, and was thrilled to have his first real gear. Today, Harry was going to work with Teddy on the Chaser position.

"Your Aunt Ginny is to be a Chaser for the Harpies, and we will watch some of her practices. A Chaser works as a set of three players, passing the quaffle back and forth until one of them can shoot it through their hoop for a goal. I'll fly around you and we will practice passing it back and forth as many times as we can until you get close enough to try to get it through the hoop. Each time we go down the field I want you to try a little further out, until you can't hit the hoop any more. Then we'll use that spot as a point to practice shooting from." This was a drill they had done before, and Harry was pleased to see Teddy becoming more accurate with his passing and shooting. Harry would shoot a temporary blob of color at the grass to mark where shots were made (blue) and missed (red). Pretty soon there would be enough spots to tell where more practice was needed today. Teddy and Harry also turned their hair red or blue, just for the fun of it. They pulled on their goggles, gloves, and pads, and took to the air. Yips and whoops filled the yard as the quaffle went through the hoop and reflected back to them.

Andromeda watched from her gardens. Raising Teddy made her feel young again. The child was tall for his age, slim, intelligent and polite. Raising him would not give her daughter back, but she knew what he needed to know, and being needed gave her purpose. She intended to go back to work as a Healer when Teddy went to Hogwarts. Ted had all the work he could handle as a Lawyer. Harry had tried to recruit him for the corporate needs, but he preferred being independent. Though they protested they didn't need the money, Harry had insisted they receive a generous stipend for Teddy. He remembered, far too well, the Dursleys calling him a burden. Teddy did age-appropriate chores, such as picking up his toys and keeping his room neat. He did gardening and cooking lessons as part of his schooling, side-by-side with Andromeda. Ted played games with him every evening after dinner. He was a cherished child, but not spoiled.

Andromeda straightened her back, dropped her clipper and gloves into her basket, and called, "Cara?" A quick 'pop' produced a particularly tiny elf in a yellow doll dress. "Please arrange these roses on the dinner table tonight, and put the basket and tools away in the mudroom."

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Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

As he came down the stairs from their bedroom suite, Harry heard an odd noise from his study, so he turned that way rather than to the dining room. It was still a few minutes until 7, so he wasn't late for dinner. Ginny insisted on them dressing for dinner, even when they were alone, so he was in his simplest formal robe.

Ginny, in peach chiffon, was seated at his desk, idly flipping brass keys from the box back onto the blotter. When Harry entered the room, she began speaking, "Imagine how surprised I was when I reached in my purse and discovered I had no gemino in my change. Luckily I had galleons enough to pay a tip on my lunch, and my key to pay the bill. When I got home I tried to make new gemino from my new key, and it won't do it." She suited action to words, laying her key on the desk, saying "Gemino". A gold beam came from her wand, illuminating the key and a couple of knuts, but nothing happened.

Enlightenment struck Harry. "Oh, I think that may have been something I said when I set the account up. I told Slashkilter not to make any extra keys on your account, and to collect mine. I didn't know about, or even think about, any gemino being around, because I never use them. These appeared on my desk this morning - there is a bank receipt there. I can't imagine why you would need any gemino. Just use your key, and keep a few galleons in your bag."

As they spoke the deactivated gemino began changing into knuts.

"You don't understand at all! I use gemino all the time! It's quick and easy to hand over gemino and keep going, rather than sign a bill and press the key to the box." Ginny was hitting a fast stride, getting redder and higher pitched.

Harry got the idea that Ginny had a false idea of her own importance. Perhaps not even signing her bills made her think more highly of herself? Using gemino for tips was insane - they were open invitations to take any amount at all. Harry had been wondering at some of the chargess in his accounts, because they didn't look like things Ginny would have bought. There were dinners in pubs, cases of beer, and small appliances, as well as stranger things. It was a wonder nothing expensive or illegal had been charged to him.

"Well, if I can't make gemino on this new account - and I will see if Slashkilter can change that setting - you will just have to give me back the household keys so I can make them." Ginny sounded satisfied with having come up with this solution.

Feeling as though he couldn't breathe, and gripping the back of one of the chairs to stay standing, Harry said, "No. Your account has plenty to cover your expenses. The extra keys are in storage and I see no reason to get them out and activated again." Harry felt exhausted, emotionally drained. He was desperately trying to keep control of any part of his life, even if it was just the paperwork. He also knew she could, if she needed to, make gemino on the vault she thought he didn't know about - she just didn't want to spend her own money.

Ginny stood up, sputtering, and then flipped the desk blotter, with all its contents, over Harry's surprised head. As she stalked out of the room she shot back at him, "I'll send your dinner here, and you can sleep here for a while, too. I don't want to see you until I get this adjusted to my liking. This has not turned out to be a nice present."

Harry had the feeling that she was going to punish him by spending even more money. He wondered what she would find to buy now.

Dobby popped in with a tray and plated Porkolt over noodles on the desk, before cleaning up the mess on the floor. Harry was glad he kept the computer on a tuck-away shelf under the desk so it hadn't broken. Perhaps he should see about keeping the actual computer in the hidden room, with only a terminal out here? As he sat down on the chair Ginny had vacated, Dobby put bedding on the couch.

"What should Dobby be doing with the change?" Dobby's hands were heaped with knuts from the floor.

Harry had to think a minute to answer that. "Start filling a large jar. Add to it any change you find loose around the house, or in the laundry. When it is full we'll use it as a guessing game for Teddy's friends. Surely they will have some kind of party, sooner or later." The Porkolt was delicious. Harry hadn't thought about eating, but it was so good he ate it all.

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As he relaxed in the breeze on his small balcony, watching the lightning from an approaching storm, Harry's Pocket Floo rang and lit up. He had forgotten it after practicing last week. It was sitting on his bedroom table, set into a charger port that Dobby had arranged. Harry answered it, wondering who would call so late but knowing it had to be one of only a small group.

It was Hermione. She was finally home in Sidney, and working late. "Harry! I took the chance you might be still awake. I emailed the tentative advertising, and production schedules, for the Black. Everything looks good here. I've got the factory setting up a new line, and we're training more workers to inscribe the runes. We'll have several lines running different brooms at the same time, so the scribes will need to be trained independently. It just isn't safe to switch staff from one line to another." She was excited, and happy, and it showed as she spoke in short, rapid sentences. The Floo transmission was clear, and he could see every loose curl bouncing. "This is my new company Floo. I'm using the call 'Missy Grangy', and set it up as unlisted, just as you did. I'm texting the number to you. I'm keeping my cell to use when I'm dealing with business, because I already have that number on my business cards. I'm going to pre-order Floos for my parents as soon as the order forms are ready."

Folding the Floo closed, later, Harry found his stress had evaporated. He went to bed with a smile on his face, and slept well to the sound of rain.

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On Friday morning there was a Wizagamont meeting scheduled. There really wasn't much on the schedule, because it was the end of the month, but it meant wearing those awful plum robes. Harry hated them. They were of heavy wool, with full capes and hoods, and were several centuries out of fashion. Cooling and featherweight charms couldn't be used, as the Chambers cancelled all magic at the doors, as a security measure. As he stepped out of the Floo in the Atrium, and spent a minute in a futile effort to get the ash out of the wool (only an elf could manage that), he heard a jolly voice call his name. He looked up to see Jefferson (Eric) Tremblewhite approaching.

Together, they walked to the lift to go to the Chambers, down on the 10th floor. Tremblewhite had a lot to say. "I am so glad you sent your brother-in-law to that dinner. I have never had such an interesting time." Harry smiled - he had expected the two Cannon fans to get on well. But, Tremblewhite had something else in mind. After all, he was a businessman, too. "That young man is setting the whole world on fire with his ideas. He's wonderful, and I think he's going places! I've told my banker to get me in as an investor in as many of your companies as he can. I also arranged to have my houses connected to the Ley lines, and ordered sets of all the electronics for every house and my offices. He hinted at something new coming out soon, and I want to be in on the ground floor!"

Harry started to speak, but Jefferson didn't give him an opening, and continued, "Ron did mention that you are having trouble finding enough qualified staff. I might be able to help, a little. I have a niece who works in America, for a company called Microsoft. We'd love to get her and her parents to move back to England. They left about the time you were born."

Walking through the doors Harry felt the charms lift. He unclipped the heavy cape and hung it on the wall. Finally hearing Jefferson take a breath, Harry spoke up, "We have headhunters recruiting all magicals, and their relatives, who work for any computer or electronics company in America, or in fact any other country. We're desperate for workers and offer a very good package if they will come here. If you could give us her name and details, we can have someone try to tailor an offer for her. Such as, is there a particular town she might like to live or work in? Also, George is negotiating to open branches in other countries, so we may be able to advertise positions in America soon.

One of our hiring difficulties is that Microsoft, and a few other companies, ask their workers to show them any real offers they receive, and will often match the offer to keep the employee. We know of several people we would love to get who have done this. We suspect they have even had their own headhunters approach their own employees with test offers. Knowing someone might be interested in a non-financial reason to move might help us make a better offer."

Jefferson clapped him heartily on the back, and moved off to his own comfortable seat. Harry had a choice of four seats, but always sat in Potter. Four tiny gold lights lit above his head, indicating his four votes. A moment later a page brought him a scroll sealed with Tremblewhite's signature. He tucked it in his pocket to take to Ron's office.

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