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Ten

At the end of a very busy week, Harley got the reply from Narcissa that she had been waiting for.

Harley was digging into a somewhat large pile of bacon when Draco's eagle owl swooped in with the other owls delivering the morning post. The letter was dropped in her plate as the bird flew over to Draco to deliver his package of sweets.

"What is it?" Hermione questioned, fork full of eggs.

"A letter," Harley smirked before seeing the Malfoy crest on the back. "It's from Narcissa!" she grinned. Hermione leant over to read the letter over her shoulder.

Dearest Harleen,

Yesterday afternoon, Lucius and I had a meeting with Minister Fudge to discuss the matter of your guardianship.

Cornelious was very distraught upon hearing about the current situation and even less than happy when we told him what Dumbledore had been doing with your finances. He sent for Sasha Brunsworth from Wizarding Social Services and spoke with Griphook via floo.

An emergency meeting was held and your guardianship was granted to both Lucius and myself. I will sit in the Potter seat on the Wizengamot and vote-with consultation to Lady Potter of course.

Since the situation involved Dumbledore and his blatant disregard for the rules, he was excluded from the meeting. He will be receiving a summons to answer to the Wizengamot to answer for his actions. He should receive this today.

Evidence has been collected against him, something that the Goblins were more than happy to help with. Many of us feel that Albus Dumbledore has far too many offices that take away from his principal position at Hogwarts.

I am thrilled to hear that you have been sorted into Ravenclaw. After the little amount of time we have spent together, I had come to the conclusion that Ravenclaw or Slytherin was the house for you.

Tomorrow I will enclose a package containing a book detailing the Potter family tree as well as the many alliances-broken and still intact-from over the years.

Cornelius had expressed the desire for us to join him at dinner on Saturday night with reporter Rita Skeeter present to chronicle his first meeting with the Girl Who Lived. Please wear the blue dress robes your aunt packed.

Lucius and I will pick you up from Professor Flitwick's offices promptly at five thirty.

Both Dumbledore and Flitwick will be notified.

Love,

Narcissa Malfoy.

Harley grinned and folded the letter back up. "Well that's good news."

Hermione glanced over at the teacher's table and giggled. Dumbledore looked furious. He couldn't hide his anger no matter how hard he tried. "I had a feeling that Dumbledore would get his way once again. At least I was wrong."

Harley put the letter inside her book bag and tried to finish her breakfast. They had potions first up, so so far her day was going great. "I have no idea how to wear those dress robes…maybe Pansy will know."

"You should ask her," Hermione suggested. "I'm sure she'd be glad to help you. Only that Slytherin's aren't allowed in our tower. Maybe you could ask Professor McGonagall if Pansy can help you dress in her rooms or something."

"Oh speaking of which," Harley grinned, pulling a catalogue out of her bag. "Draco gave me this yesterday to read over and look what I found on page eleven."

She handed it to Hermione and the young witch looked at the circled product. "Two-way mirrors from Wisaecre's Wizarding Equipment?" she asked her.

Harley nodded. "We could use them for holidays and that. But I was thinking more along the lines of requesting mirrors be made for all of us. You, me, Dudley, Draco, Pansy and Neville. We get small gems put on the bottom of them-emerald for Draco, sapphire for me, topaz for Dudley as an example and when we want to speak to the person we want we say Draco Malfoy and it alerts Draco to the fact we wanna talk to him. What do you think?"

Hermione grinned. "I love it. It'll probably be expensive though."

Harley snorted. "Why I am Lady Potter after all."

The two girls started giggling.

"I see Ronald still isn't back," Hermione pointed out.

Harley looked over at the Gryffindor table. "He's a prat. I deserves it for what he said about me."

Yesterday afternoon, all the first years had flying lessons. Madam Hooch, the stern flying instructor had hoped that Harley would have inherited her father's knack for Quidditch but the young girl wasn't even interested in the sport despite the fact she had indeed inherited his skills. It had been boring up until Dudley pushed Ron off his broom for making comments about his cousin being a traitor and consorting with useless Slytherin's. He lost fifty points from Hufflepuff but he and Neville made them back up in Transfiguration.

Ron was still in the infirmary growing his bones back apparently.

"Congratulations, Harley," Draco grinned behind them as he sat down at the Ravenclaw table. "I just read mum's letter. Dumbledore looks like he just died and came back."

The three of them laughed.

The older Ravenclaw students were looking at the three of them as they were joined by Neville, Dudley and Pansy. Yes there were no rules about other students of other houses sitting at another houses table, but it was a given.

"Hey!" Harley growled as Dudley took some of her bacon. She grabbed her fork. "Mum's not here to stop me stabbing you!"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Dudley, you know Harley gets defensive over her bacon. You think you would have learnt after what happened to Draco." She was referring to Wednesday's bacon fiasco where Draco stole some bacon and Harley made his ink well explode in his bag.

Hermione had cleared it up.

"Mind if we-"

"-join you?"

The first years grinned.

"Gred and Forge!" Harley and Dudley sang. "And Cedric too!"

The third years sat down with a chuckle.

Draco sighed. "I think we should take this elsewhere. We're getting stared at."

The group looked around to see they were indeed getting stared at by most of the students in the hall. And they weren't friendly looks.

"TWENTY POINTS EACH TO RAVENCLAW, HUFFLEPUFF, SLYTHERIN AND GRYFFINDOR!" Professor Sprout suddenly shouted, catching everyone off guard. "FOR INTERHOUSE RELAIONSHIPS! IT'S A SHAME A GROUP OF FIRST YEARS AND THREE THIRD YEARS KNOW BETTER THAN THE REST OF THE STUDENT BODY."

Flitwick walked past the group with a smile. "Add an extra five for the added addition of Gryffindor's. Well done. I told you."

"We heard you pushed Ickle Ronikins off his broom!" Fred grinned.

"Brilliant work, Dudley!" George laughed.

Dudley sniggered.

Harley growled. "You'd think he'd learn, honestly! First he calls Hermione a mudblood on the train and then insults me at flying lessons yesterday. He's been making Dudley and Neville's time in classes a nightmare!"

Draco laughed. "I think Harley might hex your brother."

"Don't worry," the twin chorused. "We put a spider bomb in his bed. When he returns he'll go crazy."

Hermione shivered. "I hate spiders."

"Mum's a bit upset that McGonagall had to write her and dad about Ron," Fred spoke as he picked some food from the Ravenclaw table. "Hmmm-even the food tastes smart over here."

The small group started laughing, ringing above the sounds of students eating in the Great Hall.

And it was quite a sight to see.