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Harry was upset, no scratch that he was pissed the fuck off. Sirius had been cleared and had offered to house Harry as he had asked in third year. So Harry should have been ecstatic and contacting his friends and hosting a house-warming party, but that meddling old codger was gumming up the works dealing with his home transfer.
And on top of that Dumbledore had ordered his friends not to write to him about anything other than drivel as to not alert him to goings on. He even had Harry's owl post being closely monitored. This resulted in according to the twins quite the amusing sight of Hedwig Kamikaze bombing the Mugwump when he tried to place the charm on her. Needless to say he had to set up a proximity ward on Number Four instead.
But that little detail wasn't going to stop them, because his friends knew how to work muggle post. Well Hermione and Luna did and between the two, Harry received his letters even if it took a few days longer. And from what was being reported Albus had tried his damnedest to get Sirius to force Harry to stay with the Dursley's and keep him ignorant about the flaming chickens.
Although Harry was being treated as if he was a criminal who was to be denied basic rights he would not be alone at Private Drive.
Harry had been back at Casa de Dursley three days when much to all the house's occupants surprise a knock sounded on the door. Now the knock in and of its self wasn't surprising, it was the attractive brunette that appeared on the stoop when the door was opened.
"Hello is this the Dursley residence?" asked the brunette with an American accent.
Petunia nodded.
"Okay then. My name is Prudence Bennett and I've been sent over by the agency."
At these words Petunia's head was spinning and she almost fainted. She looked outside down the street to insure none of her neighbors had seen this agent. She stepped to the side and motioned for the women to come in.
"Mum was that Piers?" came a bellow from somewhere on the second floor.
"No Diddydums." Petunia glanced over towards the Ms. Bennett, who was taking in the living room with a critical eye. "Maybe you should meet over at his house."
There was a noise of a small herd of animals. "Why we had planned on." But whatever they had planned on would not be revealed as Dudley stopped mid sentence and stared at the pretty stranger then to his mother who had the look on her face when dealing with Potter nonsense. And with a rare show of intelligence he simply nodded and went out the front door without a word.
Prudence sighed when she realized Mrs. Dursley wasn't going to start the conversation.
"Mrs. Dursley," she waited until Petunia looked at her. "Could we sit down and discuss my reason for being here?"
Petunia nodded and gestured towards the sitting area.
"Well I would like to start out with is your opinion on the boys grasp of general studies as well as work out a schedule that would be convenient for the entire house."
"Studies?" Petunia sat with a confused look upon her face. "What schedule, why would you need one?"
"Mrs. Dursley we at Keystone are very professional of course there would be schedules and there especially will be studies." Prudence was beginning to think the woman had to be slow.
"Keystone?"
"Yes Keystone Tutors." it was said as if speaking to a small child.
"The tutor agency," Petunia let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. "You're a tutor."
"Yes and yes, well a Mr. Harry Potter's tutor to be exact."
Petunia stopped breathing again. "Harry Potter's?"
"Yes, he is your nephew is he not, and he resides here as well?"
"Yes, but we didn't call you nor are we willing to pay a private tutor to teach him the Queen's English."
"Well according to the file if Mr. Potter agrees it is already paid for by a Mr. Black." Prudence tried not to feel joy at seeing the horse-faced Petunia pale at the mention of the ex-convict. "So may I go speak with Harry or would you like to discuss things further?"
Petunia shook her head and motioned up the stairs.
As Prudence made her way up the stairs she saw that the conversation had been overheard by the athletic looking teen leaning against the banister at the top of the stairs. He didn't speak as he turned and not waiting for the stranger made his way back to his room. Once inside he indicated the chair as her seat and he shut the door. As he took a seat on the bed Prudence once again broke he silence.
"Mr. Harry Potter?"
"Harry. Mrs. Bennett right?" Harry didn't even bother pretending he hadn't been eavesdropping.
"Miss and I suppose you could call me Prue if I'm to call you Harry."
Harry nodded and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you Prue."
"You as well Harry." Prue smiled at the teen and Harry's brain went foggy before going back to normal.
He had the feeling that he had seen her somewhere before.
"So how long have you been in the Isles?"
"Almost four years now, I used to be an antiques consultant." Prue stopped talking and wondered why she had given him a detail that wasn't in her file.
"That's cool, so you must be really into history."
"Yeah I love history it speaks to me. But my real passion was photography."
"Was?"
"When I was in school, but things came up and well sometimes things just fall by the wayside." Prue mentally shook herself unsure why she was diverting from her mission parameters. She needed to focus on her words more.
"I hope you get back to photography. Dreams shouldn't be put to the wayside, you might lose more than a hobby." Harry's mind had gone back to the graveyard and the fact that he had never thought about his dreams all that much even after he found out he was a seer, and it could have easily cost him Cedric's life. He mentally shook himself to focus back on the woman in front of him.
The two discussed schedules and Harry taking a test to see where he would be and what area he would be needing help in.
After Prue left the house Petunia questioned Harry on who the woman was and if she was part of his crowd. he informed her that she seemed familiar, but she wasn't part of his crowd. Then he promptly went back to reading his book on curses. Petunia however was drifting towards her bedroom while trying to place the suddenly familiar Prudence Bennett.
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It was two days later that Petunia and Harry were once again alone in the house. She went to his room and showing a spark of respect knocked before entering. She held in her hands a leather-bound drawing book which she placed on the desk. She turned and was about to exit when Harry spoke.
"Aunt Petunia?"
"I figured out where you had seen the tutor before." She tried to leave again.
"Where and what's with the book?"
Petunia took a shaky breath and went over to the chair and sat down heavily.
"Shortly after your second birthday you began to have night terrors." she quickly glanced at her nephew to see she had his undivided attention. "We decided to take you to the doctor when you woke the neighbors. We were sent to a psychologist who gave you that book and put you under. While he asked you questions you drew picture after picture. We went to seven sessions and all were the same. We stopped going after you slept through the night. You never were shown your sketches, as the doctor said to end the problem you had to be unbiased as you saw what was hunting you in your dreams." Petunia stopped.
"So this book is them?" Harry asked as he lightly touched the cover.
"Yes. A few years later when the nightmares returned I sat you down and did what the doctor did and you drew. And a few days later you slept silently again." She looked up at Harry and saw him gazing guardedly at the book yet there was want in that gaze as well. "There is some that are beautiful and peaceful, but most are of terrible things. I don't recommend trying to take it all in at once." And with that she made a quick exit as Harry placed the book on his lap and tentatively opened it to the first page.
It showed three women no three witches in slumber with evil creatures hanging on the edge of the paper as if waiting for the moment to attack. He turned the page and was greeted with the sight of a fantastic picture that if most saw it would think it some new wave pop art; however Harry knew it to be a snapshot of the battle in the graveyard. He turned the page once more.
The page held a vision of an attractive brunette with a smirky smile and a determined glint in her eye. You could see she wasn't one to be trifled with as well as one who would be a pleasure to spend time with. The woman was Prudence Bennett.
The page caused a smile to form on Harry's face, it disappeared when he flipped the page. He was looking at a destroyed living room and entranceway. In the wreckage was two bodies one of a faceless doctor and the other was a women late twenties early thirties. She had brunette hair and hazel eyes which were staring unseeing, a vaguely man shaped swirl of wind stood over as if admiring his work.
Harry slammed the book closed and sent it flying into his school trunk, then for good measure he slammed that too as well as locked it. Harry couldn't believe it, he had seen the death of his tutor, and the worst part was that the picture looked to be Prudence's age so it was supposed to happen in the near future. He didn't know how but he was going to stop it from happening.
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Over the next two weeks Harry had lesson three times a week with Prue, and he was becoming quite attached to the smart American. he had put the book at the bottom of his trunk and had no intention of bringing it back out in the near future.
At the start of his third week he had received some post and what he had read was quite infuriating. From what was being reported Albus had tried his damnedest to get Sirius to force Harry to stay with the Dursley's and keep him ignorant about the flaming chickens. Needless to say Harry was just about ready to teleport into the headmasters office and tell him exactly what he thought of this situation. However he was interrupted from his rebellious thoughts as a knock sounded on his door. He spun around to his desk and face-palmed, he forgot today was a tutor day. He took a deep breath and tried to cover his ire.
"Come on in." Harry checked her outfit and mentally nodded. He had done this since he saw the picture so that if she was ever wearing the outfit he would know he had work to do. Of course he also knew that if it took place on one of the days that they didn't see each other this tactic would be useless, but it was all he could come up with.
"Afternoon Harry." Prue looked over her charge and noticed the tense shoulders and sparking eyes. "Everything alright?"
"Yeah." Harry answered a little too quickly and mentally slapped himself upside the head.
Prue nodded and began to set up the work area when she caught sight of a half crumpled letter. Before she even had time to decide if she should scan it or not Harry swooped over and snatched it up and put it in his pocket. Prue sighed as she turned to look at her charge. He was standing like he was trying not to fidget or something. She folded her arms across her chest.
"Nothing's bothering you?" Harry shook his head. "You do know I consider us friends and you can talk to me if you need to right?"
Harry looked away ready to tell her she couldn't possibly understand and that she should just piss off. Then he remembered that he did see her as a friend of sorts and he was trying to keep her among the living. He turned to her and before long he had told her about how Albus was trying to stop him from seeing his godfather and censoring his post and the fact that the old codger was making his life as unpleasant as he possibly could just because he wouldn't kiss the ground the old fool walked on.
Prue listened and made helpful comments when the need arose, Harry didn't realize he needed to speak his frustrations instead of just writing it out between friends, he needed to hear it out loud.
The next week and a half were interesting as the two talked about their lives as much as they did about school work.
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Harry had decided to take a walk down to the park on one of his off days. He was contemplating how to get Dumbles out of his hair when a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see his wall of a cousin and his merry men sneering down at him. The sneering didn't really do it for him, I mean you spend years with Snape and his snakes armatures just leave you wanting.
"Evening gents, out for a jaunting day of beating on children the age of your IQ?" While Big D was trying to puzzle out if he had been insulted one of cronies had come behind Harry and attempted to dump him out of his seat on the swing. It ended badly for him when Harry jumped up as he pushed and fell stomach first on the small strip of material. Harry quickly spun the boy trapping him, then he pushed him and the poor boy went swinging.
"Hey watch it Potter!" Piers broke from the line and went to try to stop the runaway swing. He got kicked in the stomach than puked on for his trouble.
Dudley was about to say something when the sky darkened and the hot day turned chilly. He looked at Harry, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"Yes you are stop it!" Harry was about to tell him again when he sensed the true cause.
"Run!" Harry had cleared the barrier of the park before the others even moved. He paused and looked behind him and found the others sprinting off in the directions of their homes and Dudley was making his way towards Harry, who admitted that fight training had made Dudley faster than before. And with the knowledge everyone was on their way home he started running again.
Harry ducked into an alleyway not to far from Privet Drive, and soon he heard the puffing of Dudley. He was about to go on when the slick ground froze over and Big D went sliding. Harry barely had time to tell him not to open his mouth before he was slammed into the wall.
He felt his wand on his arm and was about to summon it to cast his patronus when he thought better. He so didn't need to have anyone knowing about this right now. So he focused and with a jerk of his head one dementor went flying into the opposite wall and Harry landed back on the ground. He looked towards the other one who was trying to get at Dudley, with a come gesture that dementor was flying towards him as well. He changed the path at the last second knocking the second into the first, they both rose and descended upon him. He teleported behind them and took an invisible hold on their necks. He turned them to each other and forced them to kiss. There was a blinding gray light and then white, when Harry could see again there was only a pile of cloaks on the ground. He blinked a few times and he caught sight of someone watching.
Prue had watched the teens as they flew from the park and had watched ready to intervene when the dementors attacked. What she wasn't expecting was to be grabbed and flung into a wall by an angry fifteen year old.
"What are you doing here Ms. Bennett if that is your real name?" Harry practically growled at the tutor.
Prue tried to get away but found her magical escape blocked. She looked into those fury filled green eyes, and found she didn't want to lie as she had been ordered to. "Bennett was my father's name." She looked down and saw off to the side of the shivering body of Dudley.
Harry followed her gaze, he huffed then waved a hand toward Dudley. "Your mind is weary, so sleep well. When you wake you'll remember nothing, no secrets to tell." As a soft glow settled over the now slumbering Dudley Harry turned his attention back to Prue. "Continue."
"My name is Prue, and I am your whitelighter."
"White-what, explain that and why you are mine?"
"A whitelighter is like a guardian angel for good witches and future whitelighters."
"Oh yeah and how does one become a whitelighter?"
"Someone who did good as a mortal, or witch in my case."
"Did as in your dead?" Harry's mind went back to the leather-bound sketch book.
"Yes I died almost six years ago." Prue looked like she was going to continue but Harry beat her to it.
"There was a battle, some kind of demonic tornado man." Prue nodded her head in awe.
"Yes, how do you know about Shax?"
Harry didn't answer instead he lifted the quick wards he had erected to keep Prue there and walked over to Dudley. "Mind lending a hand."
"But, how?"
"Not here, we need to wake him up then wait a few minutes before going back to number four. Where you'll inform my Aunt that we had an extra lesson today and we can discuss things there." Prue nodded and helped with Dudley.
Once back in Harry's room Prue was told about the book, she asked to see it. As she flipped through it she recognized a few pictures of herself and her sisters. She paused on one page and turned it so Harry could see.
"Who's this?" Harry who was forcing himself not to look at the pages turned and froze.
"He's not real, I just thought him up." Harry shook his head feeling like he was back in primary school.
"Who?" pressed Prue.
"I have had dreams about him ever since second year. He can't be real, no he was just another figment. . ."
Prudence stopped him. "What about me dying in a magical battle, or my sisters fighting demons, or." She didn't get to finish as Harry forcefully snapped the book shut and sent it back into the bottom of his trunk, which slammed closed and locked. "Harry?"
"He is NOT REAL, he DOES NOT exist." Prue nodded and made a mental note to find anyone who met the description of the feral man. "I think you should go now, my aunt wouldn't like you staying so late."
Prue stood and gently squeezed Harry's shoulder, then quickly left as suggested.
Harry couldn't sleep that night, his mind was running with every vision, every dream, every hint of the blond wild man he had seen. He couldn't deny what Prue had said, the book was of his drawings, his visions, and his aunt had said that they were what was hunting him in his dreams.
While Harry tried to sleep, across the pond in New York, a man was discussing the recent spark from the unknown mutant in the isles. According to his contacts the area it had occurred in was off-limits for exploration. This of course didn't make sense to the Professor as he knew it to be a residential area. His contact agreed to try to investigate, but they wouldn't mess with the ones who had laid claim to the area.
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It was two days later on Sunday when Harry received some much-needed good news.
Harry was just greeting his tutor when an owl arrived and dropped his note and left.
"Odd little thing." commented Prue.
Harry merely nodded as he recognized Sirius' owl and picked up the missive.
Get packed pup, I'll see you the day before your birthday!
It was short but it lifted a huge weight off the teens shoulders and Prue noticed.
"Harry?" he just stood there and the note dropped from his hand. "Are you alright, Harry?" She then found herself being lifted up and swung around by a surprisingly strong Brit.
"He did it! He actually did it!"
Prue finally free again looked at her charge and saw him smile for the first time, a real smile and it tugged at something inside her and she couldn't help but smile too. "Who did what now?" Harry stopped dancing around and looked at her somewhat sheepishly.
"Oh right, sorry. My godfather he finally got approval to move me in!" And it seemed that saying it out loud was a little too much for him as he started dancing around the room again.
Prue was happy but a thought occurred to her and she interrupted Harry's celebrating once again. "Uh Harry, Harry! Does Sirius' house have wards by any chance?"
"Well yeah, some of the best in Britain if I've been told right why?" He looked confused then connected the dots. "You got to be able to contact me as a charge! Damn, well I guess you can try to gain entry I'll give you the address of the neighbor and all you gotta do to find the place is look for what's different. Don't look at me like that. The place is under so much wards that only those who are given the exact location by the Lord of the manor can tell others its location."
Prue nodded and the two decided to just talk about families and such instead of school work.
After she left Harry went down to inform his aunt that he would be moving out at the end of the week. To say the Dursley's were thrilled would be a gross understatement.
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It was the day before his Dursley-free exsistence when Prue orbed in slightly frantic. Apparently the wards wouldn't allow her access to the house and she was worried by the dark aura radiating from inside. Harry cursed them and told Prue that he would just have to tell Sirius to change the wards when he got there. It placated the angel for the time being, and they began working on his world history.
The Dursleys had disappeared the next day, not wanting to be around when the ex-con wizard came by to pick up the boy. Harry sat on the sofa in the living room alternating watching the mantel clock and twirling his wand, his bag sat in the floor beside him, all he owned had been shrunk and packed inside. He stood and began pacing, the dogfather was late, and Harry was contemplating teleporting there just so he could get the bloody hell away from the oppressiveness known as Privet Drive. At 2:30 he finally arrived, an hour and a half late, but who's counting well besides a oppressed teen who had been chomping at the bit so to speak. But that is neither here nor there. As Harry touched the portkey he wondered why Sirius seemed so nervous all the sudden, however the thought was whisked away along with the two wizards.
When they landed in the entryway of a dark house he subtly looked around, thinking maybe Sirius was late because he had been setting up some kind of 'Welcome Home' party for him. He couldn't sense anyone else, not even Remus, he could sense a house elf, and a dark presence. He looked expectantly at his godfather, who started up the stairs to show him his room, and the abnormal behavior made him think Sirius was up to something, that along with the twitchyness he was sporting. Harry followed Sirius on the tour of the house that ended in the kitchen.
"Enough already!" Harry stopped hands on hips in exasperation. "What is your problem Sirius? Ever since you picked me up you've been nervous as a bunny. Twitching like it was a sport or something."
"Whatever do you been Harrykins?" He stilled as if to prove his non-nervousness.
"First off don't call me that horrid name, secondly what's the deal?"
"What do you mean Harry?" With his head cocked to the side Harry had no trouble picturing him as Padfoot.
"What I mean is what's going on with this house, where's Remus, or anybody?" At the semi-hurt look on Sirius' face he went on, "I love you and that I finally get to spend time with you, but you said that Remus was staying with you last time I heard, and you said we were going to throw a bash when I finally got to come home and now. . ." He trailed off. He knew he sounded like a whiny little punk-ass, but this was so . . . unsatisfying.
"That would be the deal I made with Dumbles." It was said in a low voice full of shame.
Harry just looked at him in disbelief. "What exactly was included in this deal?"
"Remus could only be here when the flaming flamingos were called, that I could not invite anyone over that wasn't cleared by Albus himself, and he hasn't approved anyone as of yet." At the glare on Harry's face he went on. "It was the only way he would allow me to take you from the Dursleys! He forced me into a wizard's oath." Sirius sat back and watched as Harry jumped up and started pacing mumbling and growling to himself.
"How am supposed to get Prue in here or my other friends? The bastard tries to cut off my lines of communication and now he plans on keeping me locked up in this house like some common thug on house arrest. This is utter bullshit!" One thing caused Sirius pause.
"Prue? You mean Ms. Bennett your tutor?" at Harry's nod he continued, "Why would you need her to come by?"
Harry blushed slightly, "Oh oops. I guess I forgot to tell you about her real job."
"So it seems."
"She's my whitelighter." at Sirius' look of confusion, "It's like a guardian angel for good witches and future whitelighters." At the smile on his dogfathers face he quickly added, "Wiccan magic users are called witch if they are of the light and warlock if they are dark. Gender doesn't matter when labeling."
"Oh alright if you say so Harriet." Sirius dodged the frying pan that flew towards his head. "Now that was uncalled for." At the look he received he moved on. "Right so why can't you just call her here and . . ."
"That's just it genius, thanks to your little oath she can't get through the wards, and that could cause major damage if I should happen to get injured and she couldn't help or do her job! And contrary to what Mia says I do enjoy learning. And now I won't be able to see my friends until the great Dumbles offers out of the goodness of his heart to allow them to visit, as if he is doing me an enormous favor instead of slapping me in the face with the fact he still has some kind of power over my personal life the . . ."
Sirius cut him off. "Harry I said the oath made said that I couldn't invite people over, it didn't say anything about you."
"That's great Padfoot, but one little problem. Only someone with control of the wards can do that and . . ."
Once again Sirius cut him off, "But that is exactly what I did, when Dumbles made the offer I told him I needed to think about it. I came back here and altered the wards then went back and accepted the deal." He smirked at his prank.
"So all I have to do is invite them and they can do as they wish, Dumbles can't stop me?"
"That's right, well as soon as you go into the basement and add your blood to the warding crystal."
Harry leapt on Sirius hugging him like a toddler at Christmas. Then the two made their way down to the basement to complete the prank, and then it would be time to set up the party.
After a marathon of floo calls and an owl or two, the guests had been invited and Prue had made an appearance as to test the wards. Remus was the first to arrive, seeing as he had been in on the whole thing. Hermione arrived ten minutes after Remus, thanks to a few well placed hexes by Harry and a slightly smoking dogfather.
Hermione stepped into the entryway and when her eyes found Harry she sped to him and engulfed him in a bushy-haired embrace. "I've missed you Mia." He sighed through her hair.
"Right back at you Harry." She squealed slightly as he picked her up and twirled her, he was still going from the thrill of getting away from the Dursleys and being able to do what ever the hell he wanted to do, within Marauder-reason. "So when do the others arrive?" she asked when her feet found the ground again.
"Sometime tonight, if nothing comes up." She nodded as she was led up to her room she would be sharing with Luna and Ginny.
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"Damn that bastard!" Hermione jumped slightly when Harry came into the room. "Damn him straight to the icy bowels of hell!"
"Harry, are you alright?" All she got was a jerky shake of his head as he paced the floor.
Dumbles had called a meeting of the order of the sparking sparrows for that night, and thus Harry had to quickly change tactics for when his friends arrived.
The Weasleys arrived along with Neville and Luna, as soon as the teens were sent upstairs Harry began his scripted tirade about how he was pissed off because they refused to send him even a tiny scrap of news about the wizarding world for the past month, and here he finds out that there is some secret group started during the last war, and someone just forgot to give him the memo.
His friends catching the signal from Hermione behind him played along, asking for forgiveness, and blaming the radio silence on old meddling men who they figured knew what needed to be said and what didn't.
Later when the meeting was over it was announced that all the teens minus Ronald was staying at Grimmauld. Of course Dumbles tried to stop them, and then it was revealed that they were staying as per Harry's wish, and that he had made no oath what so ever to his Mugwumpness. This of course set off some harsh words to which Harry simply raised a finger to.
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Over the next week Harry and company helped the older Marauders clean up the dreary house. Although the cleaning went quite a bit faster after the Harry/Kreacher smack down, which resulted in the house finding out about the locket horcrux and Regulus' change of heart during the last war. The adults destroyed the vile soul fragment and then handed the locket over to Kreacher, who became the model elf and quickly banished the humans from cleaning.
The absent busy work finally gave the teens time to properly discuss the major issue of the past month. Communication or lack there of.
"Alright phones would be the best way of instant connection." Mia started.
"Yeah except our houses aren't connected, and our parents aren't all that excited to hook one up either." Neville shot her down.
"Plus they can be jammed, blocked, their lines cut, and tapped into. So unless we want to risk our conversations being monitored . . ." Harry rained on her parade some more.
"Alright, alright, we get it so no on telephones." sulked Mia.
"What about charmed parchment?" suggested Ginny.
"Their weaknesses are similar to the phone, all it would take is someone finding one of our parchments." Luna chimed in.
"And besides we wouldn't know if someone,"
"had taken the parchment,"
"because writing patterns,"
"and vocals are totally different,"
"and easier to fake." came the reasoning skills of the twins.
"The easiest and most idea way would be a cell phone with built in security and keyed to the group only." Harry sighed as he suspected some backlash.
"You just shot down my suggestion for a phone! Why is your's so much better Potter!?"
"Well you said telephone, I said cell as in a mobile." Harry watched his friend just in case he needed to take cover. The rest watched as well waiting to see how the volatile one would take it.
"Uhgg, whatever." she huffed. "Well the only real problem with those, is how do you get it to work in magic-rich areas?"
"Yeah the whole crapping out at the least influx of magic is extremely uncool."
"What about your music player?" asked Luna.
"That isn't as complicated as a phone would be so just a few runes here, and a tweak here, and you got a discman."
"Well if a telephone,"
"is close to a floo,"
"and this cell thing,"
"is a phone that is mobile,"
"why can't we just make,"
"a portable floo!" they finished together. The others just looked at the twins and then the muggle-wise twosome looked at one another.
"That actually could work, all we would need is an understanding on how the normal floo works." Mia said excitedly.
"But how do you take a take a fireplace, and make it so you can hold it in your hand?" asked a slightly confused Neville.
"Lets, look at it like this, a fireplace is a container that produces a flame but doesn't burn the container, takes special fuel, and . . ."
Hermione was cut off as Harry jumped up and ran out of the room.
"Well that was odd." and this coming from Miss Lovegood was saying something.
Harry rushed back in something in his fist. "Something like this?" he opened his hand and there on his palm was a silver rectangle that had his initials engraved on it.
"Oh Harry that's brilliant!" Mia gave him a hug, while the twins took the rectangle.
"Whats so brilliant about a hunk of metal?" they said together.
Neville snatched the rectangle away and opened it, he smirked as he flicked the wheel inside. "I give you fire!" he said dramatically.
The others passed the lighter around examining it as the twins pulled out a notepad and began scribbling ideas in it. Over the next few hours they had laid out what all they wanted the Zipcoms to do, Harry couldn't keep the evil grin from his face as he made his way back to his room. Let them try to keep us apart now. He couldn't help the mental Mwah hahahhaha. Somewhere in Scotland a shiver crept up the spines of several professors.
AN: Idea for the portable floo came from Rorschach's Blot 's Make a Wish via The Professor and Henchgirl.