The Escape

by Fairywm

After 5th year, Harry gets to the point of no return, and he does something about it. Will his plans come to a good conclusion, or will he be dragged back into a war he never wanted to fight in the first place? Non-graphic minor character death. No Slash! Translated from Swedish and Co-written with Smargden (the original writer). Read AN chapter 13.

10. Money

The Escape

Cooperation by Fairywm and Smargden
Smargden for storyline
Fairywm for English

A/N-F: thanks again for your patience, Google Doc only translates so much so we must go over every word and make it flows right. I hope you like our efforts. Remember to give reviews to Smargden, it's his baby.

A/N-S: Keywords for this chapter:
Family; Magpie Hunters; Revenge; Haik planning; Haik starts; Money;
We have added more to pranks at Liverpool, and updated the revenge on Dursleys, as thank you to our beloved reviewers.

Storytime; 1997 as this chapter starts late April.: This is from south Lappland as the roads are to be opened for the summer.
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Chapter 10 Money

Harry realized that he was in a phase of half consciousness, and he was experiencing a dream, or maybe it was a nightmare. He saw himself on one side of a huge fence, a grid, an impenetrable grille. On the other side was Kajsa, and it was completely impossible for him to reach her. Not even his words penetrated the barrier to reach her, even though he could see her and her surroundings.

He saw her crying, and how alone she was. Sometimes, she brought her hands to her growing belly, and he could see how she stared into the distance. He watched, her pain in the birth, to experience it alone, not knowing if he would come back, if he would abandon her now. Would he just pay money and disappear into the distance? If he came back at all.

All those thoughts and emotions ran through the girl suffering in his dream, and he felt it all. He believed that parts of this nightmare were what could have been happening during the time they were separated. He worried that she would feel that way. Would she resent the fact that he left? Did she really suffer alone? He didn't think the family he met last summer would do that to her, so there was hope.

After the images faded, there was darkness, it slowly seeped into his consciousness until he heard voices. Voices that spoke a foreign language, but one he was vaguely familiar with. As he laid there, batting away the nightmare, he remembered. It was people talking, like the way Kajsa talked with her family, or when the Dursleys spoke when they didn't know he was there, it wasn't the same as he heard on telly or the radio.

He did not understand what he was hearing now, although last summer he had learned a few words, they weren't going helped him now. The words he was hearing, he didn't recognize at all, but Kajsa sounded worried. He decided to listen a little more, before he showed them that he was conscious. That and he could take his time to get his thoughts together.

'What should I do?' he thought as he played possum. 'Okay, it could be someone else who is the father, but it's hardly likely. And if I assume that I am the one, then there's only one thing to do. That's to ask for a continued joint life. If she wants it, then it's the way to go. If she doesn't, well, then I'll help her, and her family. Oh, and hope they don't see the bank card as me buying myself free,' he fretted internally.

The voices continued rapidly, and he was getting more concerned as to what they were saying.

'But what do I... we do?' his worried thoughts spiraled. 'Am I'm staying here? There's the risk that I could draw Dumble and/or Voldi here, that's a scenario to be avoided. I've got to think of a way to take us away from here, in a manageable,and soft way.'

He still listened to the family talking as he made plans, though he discardedmost of them. It sounded like they were eating, so he had a few minutes.

'Okay… Where?... Toronto, maybe?... We can have the same mentor," the thoughts raced through his head. 'She'll definitely learn everything she needs. Then after that, we'll determine the next step. In two years, she can have her OWLs and NEWTs while I take my Masters at Hogwarts. Just to mess with their heads. But until then, we'll have a summer. We can bond right now and worry about schooling later,' he thought, and then groaned like he hadn't been laying there making plans.

"Oohhh - what happened?" the teen said weakly, putting a hand on his forehead.

"Oh, Harry, you are awake!" Kajsa cried with a worried voice, getting up from the table and making her way to the bed, sitting on the side. "Sorry, I did not write about the baby, but I've been so afraid that you would abandon me and not come. Now that you are here, then we can talk about it, and everything more. Then when you feel like it, you decide if you and I will continue. . . Together," she rambled and bit her bottom lip showing how very worried she was.

"Hey, Kajsa. It's good to see you too," Harry said casually to indicate that he was not angry. "What is the name of… I don't even know if it's boy or girl," he mused looking around for said child.

"Pojke… ummm… boy… and he's called Wilho Harry Pavo Korvaniemi. Korvaniemi, my family name if you remember from last year," the new mother said, giving a weak smile, which grew brighter when he nodded. "Wilho, after my father, Pavo by my grandfather, and Harry after you. We say Pavo to him, do I get it approved? He is not named yet for we waited for you because you would have to approve the names. You can add if you want." she played with the hem of the blanket, until Harry laid his hand on her nervous one.

"Okay," the dark-haired wizard said awkwardly, giving her hand a squeeze. He could see that she was very concerned about his reaction. "I'd like it if we can squeeze in a James for my father," he said, looking into her eyes, and gathering up courage.

She gave him a watery smile, and nodded her head. "This is easy enough to do."

He took a deep breath, giving her captured hand a squeeze in thanks. Still staring into her soft brown eyes, he said, "There's another thing that affects his name. I'm going to be all clumsy, but I'm sure that I feel deeply enough to ask, if I'd known then I'd have planned better. Not that I didn't think about it before, but I thought we had more time. Anyway... before I get too carried away and start babbling further. Will you marry me?" he asked, lifting her hand to his lips and looking at her stunned face for a reaction. "If your answer is yes... then the family name will be Potter," he finished proudly.

"Yes, Harry," she said, as tears of happiness poured out of her eyes. She grabbed his hands, lifted him up and gave him a bone crushing hug. "Last summer I dreamed about it, and the answer is an unreserved - YES. But you... just so you know, I speak about it because, you do not need feel forced."

"I don't," the new father denied quickly. It was simply the right thing to do.

"I can see you do not," she answered, after searching his face for telltale signs. When she saw none, she smiled. "I just wanted you to know, that it is quite common that girls get pregnant, but then they not be married to the father of the baby, if married at all, but still werry meny do not get married. I give you of course the possibility, but I want you and I become a couple. Although I am a little older than you. Now it can matter, but in some years it do nothing."

"I was thinking of it while I came to my senses," he confessed, rubbing the back of his head with his free hand. He pushed himself into a more comfortable position, and said, "There are two things that bind us together. The child, of course, but also last summer. We're both quite powerful, if you know what I mean," he said slyly, cutting a quick glance at the people talking at the table.

"I do understand," she confirmed.

"Our children will carry both of our legacies," he explained his reasoning. "To leave one part out can make huge problems in the future… for the child. It's my duty to keep in contact and give him, and you, every opportunity I can. That means if you don't want to be paired with me, then I must give you, and the child, everything I can of my life's possibilities. But, I look forward to us being together, that was also one of the things I thought of."

"Oh... I... I…" she stuttered, glancing the whispering people, "Well, we'll talk more about that later. But I want to say right now, there was not any planning from my side that there would be children. I actually tried to protect us. Now, we can talk about later."

"Alright," Harry agreed with a nod. "Let me out of this bed, so I can meet my son, and the rest of the family, again."

"Pavo is sleeping now," she said as she stood.

"Oh, well, in the morning then," was the disappointed reply. "I was wondering, when he was born," he mused as he got out of bed and grabbed his backpack.

"He is born on March 25, on the full moon. It was almost in the day nine months after the lovely night," she answered.

"Thanks," he said with a blush.

They joined the table and after that there was a renewed presentation, and some gift dividends. Harry had bought a lot of normal things, both in Toronto and in London, before he went to Hogwarts for the tests. So, he got hugs by Siv well.

After five days of bonding with Kajsa, Pavo, and Siv, he had learned to change diapers without turning his head away from the smell. He knew he could use magic to help, but he wanted to learn everything the regular way.

As Kajsa's family was not true Christian, they preferred to marry out of church. Therefore, it was decided to have community marriage with only the eight members of the family. Kajsa and Harry with Pavo, yes. Kajsa's parents and two siblings and one in-law.

Directly after the marriage, would be the naming of Pavo with the family name of Potter. There would be no chance to call him a... Harry had hard time even thinking of the expression illegitimate, or worse 'bastard'.

Harry had to make his part for what was the impediments, and that he was not married, was not close related. He just didn't know how to get right documents to certifying himself.

"Harry Potter, Sir..." Harry's little friend said as he popped next to the soon to be groom, startling him.

"Dobby, you're here? Of course, you're welcome here, but why did you just pop up?" the flustered teen asked, looking at his tiny friend.

"Dobby is bringing you important things, Sir. He is being having your documents, and your family wedding bands," Dobby said, handing each item over, bouncing in excitement. "They is being very good rings, Sir. Dobby is even putting more elf magic in thems too. Helps Dobby to help if bad Whiskers or bad Riddle, tries to be coming. Dobby will be being here - unseen."

"I don't understand, how did you get them Dobby?" the nervous, yet grateful teen asked.

"They is family items," the little elf said with large joyful eyes. "To Dobby, Harry Potter, Sir is being married last summer. Kajsa and little baby is being family," he explained, with a knowledgeable nod.

"You knew, and didn't tell me?" the flabbergasted young man accused. "You could have helped me help them, and let them know that I knew."

"No, no, Harry Potter, Sir, Harry Potter must be choosing for himself," Dobby said standing firm. "If Harry Potter is choosing other ways, then Harry Potter is being forced, like bad headmaster is being pushing Harry Potter all these years. This way, Harry Potter, Sir is being choosing for himself," the tiny elf insisted, complete with stamping of his foot.

"I should've known that you had a reason, Sorry, Dobby," Harry said contritely, feeling bad for having accused the elf of misconduct.

"Dobby will take Harry Potter, Sirs apology. And be letting him knows that Dobby bes helping," Dobby said with a sly smile. "Dobby did tell Harry Potter Sir, that Dobby did helped - unseen. Goblin at Gringotts know too - they see Harry Potter, Sir's magic bond so they be telling me what they knows. But Dobby be telling the bank goblin not to be telling Master Harry, then Harry Potter, Sir is not being pushed."

"What if I didn't come here? What if… Dobby?" Harry asked in confusion, which was par for the course when dealing with Dobby.

"No, Sir - Harry Potter come here. Dobby knows. Dobby lets Harry choose himself, help - yes, but no pushing. Harry Potter, Sir's Pavo is being a Potter, born to a Potter in life of magic. Dobby is being blessing wedding elf magic - unseen."

"Well thank, Dobby. Right now, I need to get ready for my wedding," Harry said, putting it aside for now.

"Dobby bes helping. He is being bringing Harry Potter, Sir better clothes," the little elf said and with a snap of his, fingers a suit appeared.

"Umm, thanks, Dobby," the groom stated, looking at the clothes and agreeing they were better than what he had. And with the two got him ready.

It was a short and simple ceremony with the city's Mayor and his staff. The girls had on some nice dresses, and Kajsa admired the suit that Dobby had brought. They said their vows, and had their kiss and then the family went home. The honeymoon was to be the haik at the trail with Siv as nanny for Pavo.

On the way, they talked and made plans for the dinner, in the sheltered area of the camp that could sit all guests at the same time. When they got there to start cleaning up and setting the table, it was already done.

Dobby had also set place for everyone, and there were many more then they had invited, with plates from the Potter vault. They were nice white ones with a silver trim. There was a cake large sized wedding cake, with replicas of Harry and Kajsa, and a variety of food. It wasn't over the top, as Dobby is wont to do, but just enough for the couple, who were too surprised to do anything but enjoy, and many guests.

What astonished them the most, was all the people milling around and congratulating them. They were all guests at here at the campsite, and the group wondered how they knew.

Well, what else could they do when there is a note and a wrapped present? The note did explain why there were many more people buzzing about. They were all laughing at Harry and Kajsa, when they held identical gobsmacked expression upon reading the message, which they were later told was written in four different languages: English, Swedish, German and Japanese.

There is being a wedding.

A friend from far away is being married to young girl in our community. We would like to give them a good evening.

For that reason, you are invited to the following dinner. And please bring the present that was with this note. It contains both fun things a newly married couple can need, or have fun with. But also things they can need as they are to be walking the Kungsleden in next month for their honeymoon.

This is our way of payback for not being told in advance.

So, please say nothing of why or how you know of this. And nothing about why giving unknown people presents.

The presents are not expensive, but well thought of.
-:-

Yes, Dobby had put some hands in a lot of pots unseen.

In the presents was a new digital camera that uses AA batteries, which they were going to make use of. They were very thankful for the two extra memory cards. Harry made sure the make a mental note to thank the little guy.

No one knew how, but not even one mosquito, or other bloodsuckers, got to feed that evening, which was great.

In the days following the wedding, Harry found out just how stubborn his in-laws could be. It took some time to get the old folks to accept the bank card, but after some explanations that he can afford it, and more, they gave in and accepted it. In a way, they reminded him of the Weasleys, poor but proud. He knew they needed the money, so he was persistent.

He also learned that Siv was almost more spontaneous than Kajsa. She had a twinkle in her eye, and a fox behind both ears. It turned out, when they tried, that she too was magical. Harry had forgotten, they didn't test the younger girl last year, still she was a magician in his mind.

Already at an early stage, they began to plan for the future. Now that Kajsa was married with a child, it was easier for Siv to come with them. She was the youngest child in a family of fourteen children. The older ones had already left home. Kajsa lived with her parents for practical reasons, she did a lot of work with the cabins, but now with a secure retirement, things could be seen in other ways for the elderly.

Olle, a brother of Kajsa and Siv, and his wife Linda, gladly took over the camping business. Harry had met them before, as they were a sibling and an in-law. It came a bit earlier than planned, but the retired older couple could continue live as before.

Harry also needed to explain magic to the parents, and prove that both Kajsa and Siv had the power, and needed an education to catch up with the others in the magical world. They needed to get some knowledge and training. Kajsa was now Harry's family, as were the rest of them, hence, he also covered the training for Siv.

He explained to the family where he had been, and how it was certainly possible to have a high tempo training, but individually suited to both. He invited Siv to be his guest, and Kajsa would be her guardian until she was an adult. After all, Siv was only a year younger than Harry.

And of course, all this talking and explaining was with help of Kajsa as an interpreter.

-:-

Harry did a few quick visits to Toronto, and booked the schooling and a cottage for the three. He realized it would cost a bit more for the house, but it was worth it. After all, it was very little compared to what the school costs.

The house was two bedrooms, a kitchen with a dining table, a living room. A small water closet, and a generous bathroom with steam box. The kind that was form of steam for the entire body, except the head. It would be well suited for all four of them... well the steam box for three of them.

After that was done, they started looking at what they would do during the summer. Since the camp was reallocated, Kajsa and Siv received easier chores than they normally did at the family campsite.

"Harry, I was very sure you used glasses last year," Kajsa commented one day. "But not now, I did notes, but I don't mind, but lenses out in the wilderness can be, well . . . oh, your tent, you have all you need."

"Oh," the dark-haired wizard said, rubbing the back of his head. "No, I got my eyes fixed last Christmas break. I needed five days to rest my eyes, with them covered with a ninety-eight percent gray filter, making it possible to see just what I needed, like food and the loo, but that's was all I did those days. However, it was worth every minute of that."

"Yes," the new bride stated, looking at her husband and admiring his startling green eyes. "The glasses you had was a disgrace, you could have chosen better looking ones, but now you look good without them."

"And the other way around too," he teased, touching her nose. "You look better too without them."

"I was not wearing them," she laughed, and thumped his chest.

"No, but I was, and you look better without me seeing through them as a bad filter," he said with a brilliant smile.

The first month was fairly quiet for Harry and his in-laws. They were doing many things that had to do with change of ownership. He made a lot of trips to Liverpool, England. To get some routine, he needed to arrive in a safe way. Liverpool Lime Street Station was a big switching point for many people, as they came and went. On his second time in the city, after the tests, he did pay the ten pence to get into the loo. /*/

Taking his time and visit all the cubicles, where he left a trace of magic, to sense if there were anyone inside. He had come to the functioning of the 'seite magic', and added his own magic to it. He then linked himself to it. If for any reason his form of magical beacon was gone, the place was not safe anymore, and his new form of teleportation would not activate. After that, he had somewhere safe to aim for, as he was to visit this, or other places, known to him.

As he was looking around, the fox behind his left ear started to whisper. And yes, that would be great, but first, he did a Hermione. He went to the library, the closest was just out at Lime St., down south to William Browns St., was the Central Library. He spent a little time reading backdated Liverpool Daily Post looking for news on of his little prank with the birds. It wasn't big, but there it was.

The article told that some lunatic fancy dressed people that had been chasing birds. According to the paper, they must have used single-handed air-gun pistols as they made no noise. It became known, because a wheelchair-ridden old lady, who often sat just looking out the window, had seen the strange event unfold.

Four people with out-of-fashion clothing just showed up, and she had no idea how they got there. "I didn't see them coming. I must have dozed off, because when I looked up there they were," she told the police, and described that they had pointed what looked to her like what her late husband used, a Crossman 2240, a carbon dioxide caliber 22 pistol. She swore they hit the magpie as she seen it fall to the ground. They took up the bird, and they must have used a flash camera, since they took a photo of the poor bird. "The flash did dazzle me, and when I could see again, they had vanished, and I saw them no more," the old lady told this reporter. She even showed her late husband's pistol.

The police information of the incident was, 'No trace of a wounded or dead bird could be found at the pointed location, the locals are not to apprehend any suspects - but call 999, or the new number 112. And if possible, without exposing themselves, take photos.'

Harry had some good moments thinking of the magpie hunters. And what they did to the bird, trying to get it to transform to the black-haired teen. He had indeed intended to do more magpies, but he thought of a new idea.

Three trips by cab and a visit by Dobby later, he was back at the Lime Street Station, north part. He then went into the Consigns & Lost Property Office with a rather large and old suitcase. Inside was one of Dobby's bags, it would block spells for an hour and a half. Dobby had altered the spell to be time delayed.

"I'll be looking around, and having a bit to eat before I be on my half past three train to London. Can I leave this here too then?" Harry asked in broken English, pointing to his luggage, which he just picked up at a secondhand shop, along with everything inside, bar the bag and the Walkman.

"Can you just open to show what's inside? The police asked that this week we look for a few things," the bald man behind the counter said, grumbling under his breath about barmy coppers and birds.

"Tjore thing," the dark-haired wizard replied and opened to show that there was nothing dangerous. At top was a Walkman with earplugs on a bed of old clothes, very much used, with a towel and a pair of socks. The only thing that wasn't old was the silk bag, which wasn't opened.

The man with a name-tag hanging off his chest, which claimed his name was Bob, had no problem with it. "That's good, close it up. That'll be three pounds for four hours. Keep track of your receipt. You'll need it to retrieve the bag," Bob said, as he filled out the tag for the bag, making sure the receipt showed the locker number.

"Thank you - I do that. See you," the teen replied as he left, chuckling under his breath. Five minutes later, he paid for a burger and left the station chewing his lunch. It was a very good feeling.

If they, that is the magpie hunter's, tried to confiscate his suitcase, and if by chance they got the Walkman to operate, they would be able to hear magpies 'cawing' for thirty minutes. But the fun would be, them trying to convince Bob that they must have suitcase, or get a description of the person who left it. And them waiting for him to return. By that time, he'd be in the Arctic.

Now that he finished all his plans and pranks, and was waiting until they left for the honeymoon, Harry was bored. He tried not to show it, but Kajsa saw that he was in need to do something to do. There were some repairing that he could do, like replacing railings on some of hut entrances. That kept him busy, and as a reward he got a dogsled ride, not as a passenger, but as a driver.

Well, first time was learning. He had three dogs, Daniell and Kajsa had five dogs each. They were to transport building materials to something they called möki or kesää'möki, or something like that. It was a small house, close to a stream, which they rent it out to tourists.

At first, it was steering commands like 'Ookeeey Heeer Wee gooo', for Harry. Daniell didn't call like that. But as Daniell and Kajsa got moving and Harry called out - well it went on. There was no problem for left and right as they followed a well-used track. And as they reached to mökis the dogs were a bit tired. When Daniell and Kasja stopped their teams, so did Harry's dogs.

There was one rule, that was to never ever let go of the sledge when on the move. And there was a line, going up to the lead dog to Harry's hand. In case of accident that line was going to stop the first dog, which stopped all at his sled. If they parked for a rest or something the anchor was to be secured. Harry didn't completely understand, but he did think that it was connected to his safety-line, in some way.

The second day, he had eight dogs, and two very young Japanese girls. Daniell and Kajsa had two older adults each. The trip was to the möki, and to Harry's relief all went very well.

A week later it wasn't possible to do the same trip with the dogs. So, this time they were fetched by snowmobiles. Harry heard later that the group they had taken liked the dog laid trip very much.

As much as Harry would've liked to do some fishing, he only got to watch others, and most of that was out of sight. He got to see snowmobiles with mobile homes on skis behind them. Yes, he got a look inside, and there were seats for four, and a hole... no, four holes in the floor. Bottomless plastic buckets, were fitted in the holes, and they connected with the snow below, thereby making it so no wind blew into the shelter. Electric motor drills bore holes down three to four feet in the ice.

The one he got to look at, even had a woodstove for heat, and the oh so important coffee. With the stove, they could even cook food, which would be needed, since they were out for a long time. Sometimes all day, which were right now were from very early morning to very late at night. Not quite 24 hours, but very close.

A few day trips up the road to Riksgränsen, and even over to Narvik, showed the difference in the winter retreat. Green in Kiruna was still full winter up the road, and it was full blooming summer at Narvik

Five days later, Harry was back in jolly old England, and at place he almost sworn to never be back to — Jailhouse Number 4. But he left sunshine to turn up in black night, one o'clock am is dark in Southern England. To get in by magic was no problem at all. All wards were down, even Dumbledore's tripping wire, which would've alerted him if someone with magic entered the area.

Harry wanted to hurt them for all they'd done to him. He looked at the stairs a long time. He pictured Dudley and Vernon rolling down them. In the images that he wove in his mind of Vernon falling, the fat vile man would break his neck. The wizard shook his head, no, that was too fast.

Besides, hurting them physically didn't feel right. To kill or maim in defense was no problem, but to kill or even hurt from behind, or in secret without very, very good reason, was not his style. But, there are other means to be mean, and revenge is best served on a cold plate.

His face took on a mischievous look as a wicked thought formed. Who can fall asleep with a dripping water tap from the sink in the kitchen, combined with dimensional sound amplifying spell, keyed to someone personally— Vernon Dursley. If anyone did examine the tap, the drips, which could only be heard of you were very close to the sink, that's if they did drip. But as soon as someone, namely Vernon Dursley, entered the twilight zone just before falling asleep... then 'BONG', and then for a long minute nothing, and when you thought it was no more... 'BONG', and it would go on for hours.Repairing the taps wouldn't help.

And, of course, if the two males snuck to the to the refrigerator at night, so Harry made it so the hinges would be stick at first, making them must tug hard, and when they pulled harder, the door would open with a metallic screaming, which of course would wake up Petunia, who would then screech at them, because her little Dudikins was supposed to be dieting.

The third little prank was again with water. Only this time it affected everyone. He had never been allowed to use hot water when bathing, and no longer than a few minutes, so why should they? After he was done here, the Dursley's would experience random drops of water supply. When they most needed water, it wouldn't come. For example, if Vernon was late for work, and there was soap in his hair, then the water would turn off, right after it turned a freezing temperature.

Harry shuddered at the thought of that fat tub of lard showering, but proceeded to hex the water pipes anyway. He made it so it was random, so that it would randomly shut off, or randomly change temperature, or both at the same time. If the plumbers were called, they would find nothing wrong. He almost giggled at the thought of all the money they would spend on the plumbing. But with it being magic well...

He almost forgotten— housecleaning. He thought of something that would make that giraffe scream. Petunia was an obsessive clearer, so the teen made it so, some here and some there, his lovely aunt would find 'rat droppings'. Again, they would appear erratically, in corners, in different rooms, and worst of all in the pantry. His face took on a wicked grin as once again he imagined all the money that would be spent on an imaginary rodent.

'Well, that was easy, now on to the hard bit,' he thought, preparing what he needed. Four cornerstones were placed at the corners of the property, then he charged with them with his own blood to awaken the old blood wards Albus had once erected. However, they were now strongly powered. No one with magic would ever be able to see the property, or even know of it. If they did find the place, and tried to pass the wards, they would then have less magic than a muggle. Even if they used magical means to get in, such as Fawkes or a portkey. It was one form of defense for the Dursley's, but also a curse, because no one with magic would be able to get in to help them remove Harry's work.

And no one was ever going to be able to buy the house if they tried to sell it, as long as one named Dursley lived there, they would never be able to find somewhere to move to. Dudley would never be able to find a job where he need to move, so he too was stuck there, and as he couldn't move, no girlfriend would ever move into the house. And with the premise being forced to move in by marriage, it would never be a new 'Mrs. Dursley'. The Dursleys couldn't move, and with that Harry would never have a new relative by that hated name. The problems in the house would be more infrequent over the years - but never cease completely.

-:- planning for the haik -:-

The whole winter turning into spring amazed Harry. When he came, it was still like winter, except for the sunny places. You could have more than five feet of snow, hard enough to walk on — hell, he'd even seen them drive cars on hard snow. Double hell, they crossed the river— well, the frozen river — on snow. And then ten feet away, there was green grass, flowers, and insects flying around. He watched as the green areas became bigger and bigger by hour, it was amazing for Harry to just look at the retreating line of snow.

In early June, they started planning the mountain trip. They'd go Kungsleden, so Harry thought. That was until he began to realize that it was 45 mil, more in the style of 450 kilometers. He knew what it meant now, although he had more muscle than last year, 450 kilometers in the mountains was is still a huge distance. Additionally, you could not walk entire route Kungsleden. A few places you had to be helped by boat, in one place it's a 31-km road, where you can cheat and take a bus, then boat across the water, before you can go back in the trail.

The first leg they'd go with help of boats over some small streams. They'd split it up into smaller pieces, the first part would be only slightly longer than last, summer's first day.

Finally, they had a rough plan based on the recommendations in the tourist brochure. /**/ It was new to Kajsa too, since she had always walked tourists the same route as last summer, two days down the trail and back. It looked to be eight nights here. However, when they looked closely at the map and compared the stages laid out towards making some shorter, especially the 'killer hill', then to walk another 15 km, Harry knew could be bummer to the hiking joy, so they put a few extra nights in some places.

Similarly, the last day of the hike, although it would be recreational for it, but why push it, when they could just as well make a night perched on top of the last height per the map, and would trail walk between two small pools of water.

"Too small to be called lakes," said Siv as she pointed them out to Harry.

But, it was where would they be able to do last night in the mountains, for an overnight stay, there would about five kilometers left, but to go downhill Harry knew was harder than going up, but in a different way. It tore at the ankle when the foot had a new angle.

"It's just because you're a guy," Siv laughed, and continued when her brother-in-law's facial expression clearly showed that he didn't understand. "We dance, and sometimes walk around, with high heels. It is not just the foot angle which feels the performing, it's somehow bumpier for the entire body to go downhill than to climb uphill."

Harry would use 'Fjällräven mountain backpack' loaded to the brim. Neither he, nor Kajsa, wanted gossip to start about Harry's special convenience to Siv or others. So, they loaded the backpacks, but said they would buy most food at STF cabins along the way. They packed freeze-dried food as reserve provisions for all and doubled the number of planned days to do otherwise would show irresponsibility.

Harry would wear the heavily loaded Fjällräven, and Siv and Kajsa would take turns carrying the soon to be 3-month-old Pavo in a special Snuggly that Harry spelled to the gills with warming, cushioning, and alert charms. Not that he told Siv that, to her it was just an expensive Snuggly.

-:- On the trail - first day start -:-

The first stage was different from what they have wanted; rain was not in the plan. A cold rain fell that made everyone depressed. After just two kilometers Harry stopped, and took them a couple of steps off the side of the trail and expressed his low mood.

"This isn't working," he said, running a hand over his wet face, really glad he didn't wear glasses anymore. "Sure, we can keep going and suffer, but this is a bonding trip and we should be happy and feeling good, we aren't. We can choose stay here and camp, and hope for better weather tomorrow, or maybe we can join forces to get the weather to get better then... " he was interrupted by Kajsa.

"Do not, Harry," she hissed quickly, "unite us do you and I - not Siv."

"Okay, it was not the kind of joining I was thinking of," Harry said, Weasley-hair-red in the face, making Siv look between them, "I was talking about us staying here, thinking that there will be better weather tomorrow. If we think that together, maybe we'll succeed," the embarrassed teen tried to get off the hook, shooting Kajsa a look.

"Oh, right, of course," the new mom said, looking at the younger girl on the sly to see if she bought it.

"Whatever," the unimpressed girl said, rolling her eyes and adjusting Pavo.

"Okay then," Kajsa said, looking around for something else to talk about. "It's just that we are in a national park, and the next place that has tenting allowed is first up at the lake," she stated, waving her hand in the general direction of where they need to be.

"Wait here a minute, I'll be right back." Harry said as he unloaded himself of the Fjällräven, and stepped up on a rock. Before they could do or say anything he threw himself off, and looked to fall head over heels into the ground. The girls screamed, but before their eyes he transformed himself to a falco peregrinus, and flew away.

"What?!" exclaimed both Siv and Kajsa in their native language, while they looked surprised at the flying bird.

"I know he is special, very special. But that I knew nothing about," said Kajsa devoutly, her eyes firmly glued to her flying away husband.

"Well, I've seen his eyes, and he looks at one as he looks right through them, but he does not undress with a gaze that other guys do. Is he good..? I mean, you have to have... because you have children together," her sister answered maturely as she too watched the human/bird become a speck in the sky.

"He's fine. Without going into details, I can say that when we do it. He does it with all his soul, and it emotions. I cannot explain it differently, but he is unique, not because I have so much experience on that topic, but I've talked to other girls about it, and experienced it myself, so yeah he's good," Kajsa said, looking her sister with a knowing look.

"Do you think there are more... like him?" was the answering questions, dripping with a great deal of hope.

"Is that why you are so interested in coming with us?"

"A little, but everyone wants to get out of here.," Siv replied, meaning the town she grew up in. She then handed Pavo to Kajsa and lifted the Fjällräven - and was extremely surprised its weight, which was almost nothing "Oh my, this is…" she started with a look of wonder. She then handed to Kajsa, who took it with one hand and narrowed her eyes.

'I'll be speaking to Harry about this cheating,' she thought, and then brought the subject back to the uniqueness of her husband. "As I understand Harry, there are bores even among those who are like him, with magic," she said, lowering the Fjällräven to the ground, and bouncing her gurgling baby. "But maybe there are more like him too. We can only hope," she stated with a wink. "You are absolutely sure you want to come with us when we leave here?"

"Well, if not for anything else, I can be nursemaid for you, sometimes anyway. But he says I need education, and where can I get that if not coming with you?" the younger girl replied, looking to the sky to see if Harry was coming back. They were standing in the rain after all, but the baby was protected, so it wasn't that bad.

"Okay then," the older girl agreed with a nod, "we will have several evenings and nights to talk about it as we are on the trail."

"Do you think we will come back here sometimes? I mean, it is not free to fly here, although we may live free of Olle and Linda, but it'll costs to come here. By the way why did we not met him at the airport?" Siv said out of the blue, thinking that maybe Harry flew in his falcon form.

"He did not come by air," was the short answer, dispelling her of that notion.

"Okay, so we would have met him at the train then?" the disappointed girl asked.

"He did not come by train either."

"Okay, he did not come by plane, did he fly like that then?" once more hoping the answer was yes, because that would be so cool.

"No," was the sly reply, "and I think we will be able to come here, when we want. See, is it he who comes there," Kajsa said, pointing. Indeed, a Peregrine went in for a landing on the stone, and soon Harry was back.

"Surprised?" he asked with a quirky grin.

"Guess if… You'll have to explain later. But what did you do?" Kajsa said, reverting to English.

"Just a little scouting," he said vaguely, and then added, "I can take us to a shrubbery not quite two kilometers before the camp. We'll have to walk the last bit. If I understand the clouds right, it'll become clearer later this afternoon. I don't know how the clouds work here in the mountains, but I from what I saw of them and learned about the weather in Canada, it should be better soon."

"Take us to?" Siv wondered. She didn't think he could turn her into a bird, but that would be so cool.

"Yeah, I have at least two ways to do that," the wizard answered with an indulging smile. "I choose a less strenuous method, given Pavo. It requires a little more from me, but when it's used, it's not so stressful for anyone else," Harry specified as he easily putting on the Fjällräven. "Now, hold onto my arm and I'll take us."

They did so and a moment later, they were in the new place, it was like no more than walking through an unseen door. They all stopped and Kajsa quickly checked Pavo, who was squirming, so she rocked him a bit.

"Here we are," Harry said cheerfully. "Let's follow everyone, and make sure to walk casually. Forget about the people looking at us strangely. They'll know that they were ahead of us, and they'll see us when they arrive. It'll puts ants in their head, that's why it's a bit bad to do this too often where there are others, but just ignore them and they'll forget about it."

They did as he suggested, and Siv looked around in surprise, before she exclaimed, "We are already here! We'd gone barely two kilometers, we are now less than two away from being gone fifteen, more than eleven kilometers in a few seconds, right, Harry?"

"We know you can perform magic. This is the kind of magic I use. You'll be even more surprised the next few days," Harry said in a hushed tone, making quiet gestures with his hands.

"Will I ever be able to do so?" she whispered back, looking around to see if anyone had heard her outburst.

"Maybe not what I just did, but something that corresponds to it. I'll take both of you, individually, on something called 'transfer'. It has other names too, there is another way, the usual way that we move over distances. So basically, yes, you will be able to move around easily," he replied with a comforting grin, though he hoped they could do it his way, because apparation was just uncomfortable. Let's not even get into portkeys.

"Cool. When can I learn?" she asked as she leaned in to hear his answer, like it would be better news the sooner she heard it.

"Not for a while yet," was the disappointing reply. "In England, where the magic savvy kids begin when they're eleven. They then go to school for seven years. It's only when they reach the seventh year, that they can learn it," he explained, and then paused in thought. "Actually, it's when they're seventeen. Hermione, one of my classmates, has a birthday a few weeks into September, and because school starts September 1st, she was twelve few weeks after, so she's one of those who can take the course during sixth year."

"They are there, but what about me?" asked Kajsa, since she was older than seventeen.

"Okay, I've booked us in Toronto Canada, everything's in French," he explained, "I was told to take a course or go out and pick up out in the city. But picking it up by being with locals isn't easy, one of the reasons is, if people in town speak French would take many months, hence course. For me that meant I first had to take an English-French lesson. Unfortunately, there are no Swedish-French classes, but for some strange reason there's a Swedish-English one in the catalog. You… we can take that first, so I can learn more of your native language. Then you start the English-French, after that you can utilize the rest."

It was about this time that they walked in the campsite where there were more people, and it's wet. The girls really hoped that Harry was right and it would stop soon, but they were very glad they were here. Pavo was starting to fuss and Kajsa bounced him in a gentle way, making him doze.

"For a while I had thought that you could take the English exams at Hogwarts," Harry mused, now that the baby was napping again. "But, when I had considered it a bit more, I think we'll pass on that."

"From what you tell me in letters, I am glad for this," Kajsa stated, remembering all the trials he went through just from the staff.

"Right, however, when I take the rest of my exams. I'm not going to tell them where I studied. I want to finish them at Hogwarts, which is in Scotland. I want you to know that there are magical terrorists in Britain," he warned quietly, looking around to see if they were being listened to. When he was that they were not he continued, "They'll stop at nothing to fuck with me. I intend to keep you safe as much as possible. So, whatever you do, never ever mention that you are from Kiruna and Lappland. Say Stockholm, it provides a wider range, if no one has encountered us before we return from Canada, then you say you came from, either France or Canada. It gives smaller tracks back to your relatives. It's only to protect them, I want us to do so." He looked each girl in the eye to make sure they understood just how dangerous this was. Siv could still back out if she wanted.

Kajsa began to think, Harry had written that he had invested too much money in the course to cancel it. "Harry, what quantities of money are we talking that it costs. . . in Canada. . . for us, Siv and me?" she asked, she didn't want him to waste money, but...

"Don't think about the cost. I've already set aside for it. I did it while you were dealing with the change of ownership." He shook his head, to show that he didn't care about the money.

"Harry… How Much?" she insisted in a loud whisper.

"Shite… okay… My studies cost about one hundred thousand," he answered vaguely, hoping she drop it.

"A hundred thousand... there will be two hundred for us, then, there is a lot of money, how will we pay you back?" she mused, doing the numbers in her head. Then she caught on to what he didn't say, "A hundred thousand what?"

"One hundred thousand galleons," was the shy reply. "One of those is worth about five pounds, and a pound is about ten crowns."

Now both Kajsa and Siv swallowed repeatedly. Harry had just said that the course cost... cost five hundred thousand times ten... five million crowns. And he thought to do that for them too... each. Both stopped suddenly.

"Five million crowns, Harry? Stop right now, it cannot be true that a course costs so much. It is the first, the second is that I refuse to let you waste that money on Siv and me. We will be in for a great debt to you. Me, I can in a way understand that you want, but what are you thinking when you offer Siv it, she does not have any ability to repay it?" Kajsa objected, not wanting her little sister to acquire that kind of debt.

"Let's not talk about it now," Harry insisted, knowing talking about money in public was a bad idea. "For now, we'll go to the camp, eat, and see if we can get in better mood. Then we can talk education, cost, and the future. Okay?" he asked softly, rubbing his hand up and down her arm in a soothing manner.

The girls nodded quietly, and they continued to the site. All three of them broke out smiles, when the campground came into view. They saw an open area and made their way there, setting down everything, but Pavo, which Kajsa handed to Siv, so she could help set up.

Harry pulled out his 'special' tent, and Kajsa smiled when she noticed it. She made sure he had Siv closer to the opening when it was time to enter.

"Så, så, var så goda att, come in," Harry said a well repeated phrase to welcome his guest, but noted that he missed 'komma' and said come instead, but he continued. "Unfortunately, I haven't had any time to clean up since last time, so don't be angry if you find some rosk in the corners."

'Huh... in... through... out... "Göta Petter….'' mean?!" a shocked Siv exclaimed loudly, very surprised as she glanced around the spacious interior.

"Ah, you haven't seen my tent. I understand," he said, snickering. "It's soundproof, so everything we say here, won't be heard outside. No visible shadows on the canvas, either." He beamed proudly at the stunned look on her face, it was a prank well played.

"Harry, how is this possible?" the younger girl continued, still looking around in wonder.

Kajsa stayed, giggling, in the background. She knew just how Siv felt.

"It's magic," he replied with a grin. "In reality, it's a para-dimensional space. Technically, we borrow some space from other dimensions. Much like when I moved us here earlier. I used a similar room to move us, while we, ourselves, were standing still. Here the para-dimensional spaces are bigger than regular. What I did was shrink the space between two places," he tried to explain. "The catch is, I needed know the outstepping area in detail as to not step out over a cliff, which is likely here, or a heavily trafficked road. I can go so slow that I'll be in the other dimension for some time, and that's populated too. There are beasts that can be very hard to convince to stay away from me, if they see me as food. Therefore, I prefer to just open canals, then it's just a step."

"That's unbelievable," Siv said, not quite understand what he said, but getting the gist.

"It's like this here," he waved around the tent. "Or the principle is. This is normal in my world. Now that we're here, Kajsa and I will use that room, you can take that one," the tired wizard said as he pointed to the rooms in question. "Dobby, a friend of mine, who you'll meet later, uses that when he is here. But, until further notice, he's on his own."

"Thank you," said Siv, putting Pavo on the couch, making sure there were cushions to prevent his falling. and looking into the room.

"The kitchen is there," he took up the tour again. "It might be best if I take care of the cooking, because it's a magical kitchen and I know how it works. Kajsa has seen it in operation before, and I'll teach you both later. For now, you girls take a shower and change into dry clothes, while I start dinner. And… ummm... sure Pavo, he also has that choice. Had I known about him, I would've filled up on what he needs, too." he said looking fondly at the couch where the tiny boy laid. The baby was still wrapped up like an eskimo, with black hair sticking out of his hat. He mostly looked like his father, but with hazel eyes that darkened brown in lower light.

"Harry, filled out what he needs? Breastfeeding, would you also have it in stock?" laughed Kajsa, making her husband blush.

"Okay, maybe not, but aren't there some baby foods to buy?" Harry answered, quite red in the face.

"Yes, there are, in a month, or so, it be time for that too. Okay, but you start with the shower, and when you're done with it, you start with the food, so it is better for you, too."

They all went their separate ways and took turns wiping the grime for the rain off. Pavo was fed and laid down in a crib, which no one had any idea where it came from, though Harry suspected a sneaky house elf.

When they were done with most of dinner, Kajsa took up the discussion about money again. "So, we're to talk money, we know the value of it now. Five million, Harry, it's not worth it. How can you ever imagine Siv can pay it back?" she demanded.

"Who said anything about payback?" he asked calmly with a tilt of his head.

"If not, Harry, how would you have wasted that fortune. It's luck that we got to talk about this before it is too late," his wife insisted strongly.

"Too late?" he inquired, not really understanding what she had issue with. "First, I've already paid, booked and secured the courses. Then, I don't expect any forms of payback— at all. But okay... right then…ummm, I know, we'll hire Siv for five years as a maid, or nanny, for a million a year. It's fixed then," Harry state with a smug smile.

"Harry, be not stupid now, no one hires a nanny for a million a year, unless of course included in the job for her is to produce the children too. Is there something like that on your mind?" Kajsa asked, her brown eyes narrowed.

"No," Harry said lamely. "She's family, and I want to take care of her and give her what she's worth. You're getting the same thing for the exact same reason. You are family, and I'm not buying you, or that kind of services. You need training, and you and Siv shall have it," he persisted, strongly.

Both females shook their head in denial at Harry, so he continued, "Look, love, before we met last summer, I arranged things with my bank. They hired a lawyer to examine some stuff back home. A newspaper had been defaming me for years. It turned out that the time was right to do something about it, and while I was away from home that paper was sentenced to pay damages for what they did to my family name. And there were royalties for toys, dolls and Merlin knows what else," he said with a sigh. He had to get them to understand that he was filthy rich and this was not a burden.

"Still, it is a lot of money," Kajsa said, not letting it go.

"Sweetie, they paid me over two million in my currency," he stated to the two girls, earning an awed look. "Now, take that times five and then ten times... you know how much money in terms of 'kronor'. Of the two million, some was to pay for the help, but there was still a lot of money left. Money I didn't have when I came here. I used a hundred thousand to educate myself, and now two equal pieces for you two. It means that my last year, and our coming year, cost roughly one third of one million, leaving my own money untouched."

Again, Kajsa swallowed slowly and looked at Harry with eyes almost big as Dobby's. "Harry, about what level are you good for, that is not because I need to know, but here is a young man, throwing a bank card to Mother and Father, an account with half a million kronor on it, completely without flash. Much of what level is it about?"

"I truly do not know myself, could care less about it," he replied with a negligent wave. He really wanted them to understand that money didn't matter.

"Okay, we don't fight about education, then, okay?" his wife finally conceded.

"Good, well... just so you know if we meet... when we meet people that I know, don't mention anything about money. Some, most, have considerably less than me. You could say I'm filthy rich, and, all except the two million, is money I inherited. I'd give it away without a second thought, if I got back those I inherited them from."

Kajsa reached over and took his hand, and gave it a squeeze. She would feel much the same if it were her.

"Ron, a classmate," Harry said, giving her a smile, "he's what you might call poor, well, was poor in any case before last summer. Anyway, he's jealous, but too proud to even take a single galleon without reason. He's richer than I was, in my opinion, because he has family. A mother and father, and a whole bunch of siblings. But, I have that now," he gave the two a warm smile, and squeezed Kajsa hand. "He feels poor since he had to use the hand-me-downs, or clothing purchased from secondhand stores."

"Oh," Kajsa said, wondering why the boy felt that way. She felt like her family was everything to her, and she wouldn't trade them for the world.

"I've had the opportunity to buy everything money can provide, but it hasn't given me a family. That's until I bought time from a guide, and as a spin-off came a whole family," he once again gifted the two females with a soft smile, which was returned. "I had intended to put a few million, in my currency, on that account your parents received, but then I thought of Ron, so I compromised. Now I can see approximately how much they'll burn, and make sure it's filled at the right pace. Precisely because they're family."

"I understand now," his wife offered and got up and gave her husband a hug and was soon joined by her sister.

After that the discussion turned to how schooling would be more practical in Canada, and how the lessons would be learned. Harry explained the principle of how it happened.

"In Canada, they can use, like I used, and plan that you use, memories from another person. It's great," Harry enthused, excitedly. "They clean of all side info and divide it into sections of knowledge. A lot of it makes many parts of the memory. The easier the course, the fewer number of memories they need to assimilate. They produce these memories, examine them to be clean from all personal info that easily can be passed by mistake. The danger of this method, is if the memories contain anything other than just the learning material, like personal thoughts and personal lifestyle, it can add to your own personality, and you can get some form of dual personality. Hence, the memories must be cleaned. All of this, and the certifying is rigorously controlled, to my knowledge there is only one supplier for that, and it's in France - therefore all courses are in French, and that cost a lot. It's fast, it's easy and it works - I know."

"That does make sense," Siv agreed, she didn't want another person's personality in her brain.

"Right, the possibility to use someone else's memory is very danger if not done with extremely care. Just think of you learning to write, single letters, at start just the letters, later small words like, ape, ball, and sun. Well things like that. When you think of that time other feelings come with the memory. If you donate that memory and I insert it to me, I insert a large part of you as well, therein lies the danger."

"Are you sure it is safe?" Kajsa asked, looking at her sister.

"Yeah," he answered reassuringly. "Let me explain further. To be able to do this, all donated memories are sifted, for wont of a better word, and clean from all form of extra feeling that a donor gives. This is repeated until only the lesson remains."

"Oh," Siv said.

"When the school was started, around 1730, by a group of French magician's, they did use memory transfer from person to person. That gave a lot emotions from mentor to learner, but they all knew each other. As more students came, the more memories were needed, and they started to make the clean memories, and copied them. As time passed the need became more and more to have certificated material, as there was a lot of unclean stuff. The memory vial I used first was a memory of a memory of learning. I think it's three steps before copying, that's a way to filter away any even small parts of the donor. Had I looked for language, I most certainly would've taken the Swedish-English one myself, but my needs then was what I was shown."

Kajsa gave him a knowing smile, but he said he would learn her language, so it was okay.

"Now in Britain, that form of learning is forbidden, as are direct memory transfers. There are some small private places in France, the French Caribbean, and in French Polynesia that uses memory vials too, but the costs hold many back. Rightly done, there's no danger, the Canadian School uses only certificated material, and strictly oversees the students by using a personal mentor. For us that's the only way to do the education, in the short time we have. Hence, the large cost, but it's fast, and it gives results. It's all set to start as summer ends," he finished with an accomplished glow, knowing he was doing what was best for his new family.

"Harry, do we not need a wand?" his wife asked.

"Yeah, I've got some in my backpack. Let's try a few out," he answered, getting up from the table and retrieving said backpack, causing Siv to gasp in surprise at the next surprise - the trunk, which was the size of a matchbox, and grew to a large trunk. Harry just grinned and looked for the wands.

They tested the girls with wands the Potter family vaults, none of them were a good match, but they were ok to use for now. The dark-haired wizard was sure they were better matches than what Ron and Neville used.

Then it was a little while with practice and learning a few techniques. Thanks to Harry's basic courses last summer, he knew about how they would learn, so he followed the syllabus as close as he could.

When they were done for the night, they looked outside and were saddened to see that it was still overclouded. Harry then realized that they would be taking more and longer breaks along the trail than they had originally planned. They knew before they left that they could take more time than they originally thought. The trail was so busy that if something happened to them, help was not far away. A lot of hikers carried a sort of com-radio with them, that they could get message out.

The next morning met them with brilliant sunshine, so they walked the 'killer hill' so they could camp early. Just a little bit up the 'killer hill' Siv asked if Harry can 'cheat' them up the hill.

"The climb up the hill is a good memory" he stated with a fond smile. "It makes the trip better, so, sorry, no cheating, if not for a good reason. We already have cheating's the baby snuggly and our backpacks are lightweight. Not to mention that our shoes and socks are foot friendly. It's the sort of cheating that others don't see. You saw some others going with dog's? Last summer I saw a dog carrying his own food, and helping his human, by dragging him uphill. Daniell might have some dogs to rent, but then we have to turn back and start all over," he teased. "If I read the map right, this is the only killer hill. Oh, and we'll have to go downhill at the end."

He was thinking of the same place as the last midsummer's night, which they finally came to. They put up two tents this time, one was Kajsa's mountain tent, which was on the power location. While Harry's 'cheating' tent was raised a bit to the side. Siv and Pavo bunked down in one tent to give the couple a night alone.

Harry hadn't thought about time, it was now he realized that it was time again for the correct midsummer. He began to imagine what Kajsa had planned.

"It'll be difficult to bring you to the school pregnant," he mused. So it was a little conversation on family planning.

"It should not have to be so last year," she said as she prepared for bed. "I thought I did enough and there would be no consequences. But I think the magic played in there. And so you do not distrust anything, Pavo is loved and desired, even if it was unplanned."

What followed was an embarrassing conversation on women's ways of protecting oneself, and how magic interfered last summer. Kajsa explained how it was less risk now.

"Okay," the embarrassed male said, rubbing the back of his head. "That was a lot I didn't know about... and, maybe I should've known about the risks, but I... I didn't think about it then, not even on all the times later. Not that I have anything against it, but it came as a bit sudden."

"Well, I did not notice anything myself either until I started to imagine, but I did not say then. It had felt like a blackmail you then. Then when you were gone, it was empty after you. Very empty," she confessed sadly.

"It was empty for me, too," he said, pulling her into a hug, and running his hand through her hair. "Though I had planned things, rather difficult things, so I pushed all those thoughts back, and focus on my studies."

It was a little breastfeeding, which she did earlier, and other chores, and then during the midnight, they were again in a blissful intoxication. Not that they hadn't loved each other several times after he had come back, but he also noticed that the place and time did so much. It was power. Here he noticed now that he knew the difference. Ley lines - oh Merlin - magic lived at this place.

And as he now had the skill to use mage sight, he was close to blinded by the magic of the place, not three ley lines crossed - but four, as far as he knew Hogwarts only had two lines crossing.

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And with that, folks, chapter ten ends, spoilers for the next chapter - Meeting with Luna, and it might come news of last trackingspellpranks.

A/N-S:

/*/ 3*10 pence (or 20+10) for the loo, well that was in 2012, as this is 1997, let's say it was 10 pence only at that time

Exchange rates should not be seen on the exact value, but only as a very rough estimate, by the one that not know so much of fact - Harry.
(easy count 1 galleon eq 5 Pound, eq 50 Skr - for rough estimate arithmetic)

High up north it's very much like; "snow today - flowers tomorrow", well maybe day after tomorrow. But not all over, some places are with one foot, others may have six or more feet of snow, some places have a lot of sun - others not - and it shows.

Places with natural magic, In Fatmomakke a little bit out of most tourist display locations , there is a 'stone' when I was there I did stop to feel - I bet a lot of sami Noids have done rituales on that stone and around it, the hair did rose, my arms locked as of was very cold - but it was a warm sunny summer day. Fatmomakke is in South Lappland, Abisko in North.

In the Swedish edit I wrote the plan more in detail - but scratch that here, also the hiking itself are shortened, some things need to be hence some hiking the trail.

And in the Swedish, is a rather large bit of what a female can do to not end up with a child - that too is heavily reduced here.

/**/ Tourist brochure recommendation looked;
Abisko - Abiskojaure 15 km
Abiskojaure - Alesjaure 20 km and it starts with a killerhill
Here, they put in an extra night just after a few kilometers.
Alesjaure - Tjäkta 13 km
Tjäkta - Sälka 12 km
Sälka - Singi 12 km
Singi - Kaitumjaure 13 km
Kaitumjaure - Teusjaure 9 km
Teusjaure - Vakkotavare 16 km
here, they put in an extra night.
Vakkotavare - Saltoloukta 31 km bus ride

-: And that is just the first part of the trail: -

"Göta Petter" is used wording for 'very surprised' not as often as Americans use 'oh my lord' well not often used - but sometimes it can be heard, and used alike as that. It originated from a children's book 1956. And it was used in Advent Calendar TV as well