I don't own Harry Potter.

"Dear Harry,

I am sorry that I did not really think about your dress robes. Of course, we must remedy this. And of course, you will not buy one of the rags Madam Malkin sells. If you are up to some experiments, you could wear something I have designed. Maybe we should look and find a seamstress in the muggle world to produce it? I would like to try. If you would be willing to, we could meet either later today or tomorrow and find one. So, my birthday is May, 11th. Your letter to the others is great. I think we should get together and send them the morning after the ball. For the activities, I think we should try to give the participants time to get acquainted, maybe organise that they visit their partner's families for one or two days during the Christmas holidays?

What can you expect from our party? Mostly, a lot of dancing, good drinks, a wonderfully decorated garden and maybe one or two of the guest who will not think that you going to our ball with me is the most interesting piece of gossip in this year. Honestly, if you are as shy as you pretend to be, expect to hate it a bit. Everyone and their uncle will want to meet you and get your ideas on this and that. I promise I will try my best to shield you, but please do not expect too much from me. I will meet you around four, then show you around and introduce you to some members of the family. The other guests will arrive around five, then there will be refreshments and talk until about 6 when all important guests will have arrived. At six, Grandfather and Grandmother will open the ball and then we will dance, walk in the garden, eat and drink a bit here or there, until the break around ten. I will make sure that Uncle Raginald protects you during that, and then we will dance again until about three or four. After that – we will see.

Love, Ernestina."

"Hi Harry.

So you really are going to the Greengrass ball with Ernie de Bokken. We will see each other there, though I will not have an official date. I kind of wanted to invite Hermione after hearing that you went with someone else, but she would not really fit, as much as I like her. You are aware of the rules governing such a ball, are you? If not, please write to me and I will tell you about it. I know very well that you hate your fame, but this ball will – like it or not – confront you about what has happened. And you would shame your host as well as yourself if you don't behave.

All the best,

Neville"

"Ron,

I have needed a night to sleep over it. If you want, we are still best mates.

At least you now have incentive to clean old Grimmauld, hm? How are the others? And what did your Mum say about this? I would guess that the twins are teasing you mercilessly about it? Anyway, I wish you all the best and hope to see you soon.

All the best, your friend

Harry"

"Dear Ernie,

I feel adventurous and will try your collection. We have a clothesmaker in Little Whinning, so if you could come over again? I think we would need to do that soon, so that they can produce the robes in time. I have never had clothes made for me in the muggle world, so I don't know how long it will take.

By the way, do you know anything about the rules of the Triwizard Tournament? It seems that I am supposed to organise the next one. Or could your uncle help me there?

And I am really looking forward for the ball.

All the best,

Your friend Harry"

"Neville,

I have already been advised by Fleur Delacour. Just one question – how would I recognize a Head of an Ancient and Noble House? And as long as we are there – what exactly is an Ancient and Noble House? I know that there are 50 and that they make up the majority of the wizengamot. Potter isn't one, incidentally? I'm looking forward for seeing you there.

Best,

Harry"

"Dear Victor,

I have learned from Fleur that I am supposed to organise the next Triwizard Tournament. So, if you have been expecting a letter from me for quite some time, please excuse me, I didn't know better. Yes, I should have asked around, but with the events after the last task, I was happy not to think about the Tournament any longer. As I have never organised much, I think I will need your and Fleur's help. Would you be free in the last week of August?

How has life been treating you? I read that you now play for Spartakus Moscow and lead their league. Small wonder.

Best from

Harry Potter"

After the last letter, Harry went out into the garden and carefully watched the bushes. Tonks was making it easy today, and he took out the hose, dousing her with cold water. But the voice that answered was male. "What do you think you are doing there?"

Harry's wand flew into his hand, and he let himself fall flat. "Stupify!" He hit, but he stayed down, looking left and right. A motion on the right let him train his wand there, but it was only his auror friend, taking off her cloak.

"Come inside!" she ordered, pulling him into the house. A moment later, the distinct sound of apparation showed three aurors, combat-ready in the Dursleys' garden. "We did get more efficient since the Euros took over," she muttered.

Ten tense minutes later, they heard a knock on the door. "Strike-eagle."

"Spare-birdie." Tonks opened the door. "Hi Johnson. How many were there?"

"Just one. Looks like that attorney Diggle. We'll know in an hour if he is. Who bagged him?"

Tonks pointed to Harry. "That's not procedure. Still, nicely done. And don't worry about the edict. This was reasonable use if I have ever seen one. I would say that we just have a fan gone wild, but still..." He pointed outside, where an old man was heavily manacled and mostly undressed. "You two did good. I'll let you know as soon as I can."

"Sir?" Harry stepped to him. He stretched out his hand. "Thank you. It was a good feeling to see you come as quickly and professionally as you did."

"Just doing our job, Mr. Potter. Finally, we are allowed to do our job." The auror hesitated. "I've got a nine-year-old daughter..."

Harry grinned. "What about the other two guys?"

"If you don't mind, I think four autographs would be appreciated." Harry nodded, went up to Dudley's room and returned a moment later with for wizard's photographies. "What's their names?" "Judith, Tom, Harry and Harry." Harry chuckled, signed them and gave them to the auror. "You can tell the kids that they are the first ones I ever did."

"Thanks a lot, Mr. Potter. And have a nice evening. Tonks, see you later."

He left, and Harry turned to Tonks. She had an evil grin on her face. "What's the matter? I though..."

"Oh, no, not you, Harry. You did great. You handled that extremely well. It's just..." She giggled. "It's just that the auror you talked to is Tom Johnson. And one of the others is Harry Smith. Oh, I love it!" She cackled evilly. "I'll never again have to work on Christmas Day!"

"Tonks, that's unethical." Harry's voice had some mild reproach.

"Sure is, but so what?" She hugged Harry. "You really did great, Harry. With Diggle – if he was Diggle as well as with the aurors."

"Do you think it was Diggle?"

"I would bet. He's in Professor Dumbledore's order. And I think they want to have someone to check on you other than your irresponsible yours truly."

"How did they get here so quickly?"

"New procedure. You know I am on celebrity duty here, and I have this little device to call in the big wands if something happens. Good to know that it works. And now, it's time to celebrate!"

Harry looked at her. "Why?"

"Because this was the first fight I got into as an auror. Ok, I didn't do too much, but still."

When Harry finally got Tonks to lie down, it was past 12 in the evening, and the young auror was completely pissed. Harry himself was not quite sober, but he was amazed at the quantities of alcohol that his friend could ingest before succumbing.