The Escape

Cooperation by Fairywm and Smargden

Smargden for storyline
Fairywm for the English writing, and a lot of improvement

A/N-F: Thanks again for dropping by, I did want to say that I have a poll on my profile that has nothing to do with the story. Go vote. Remember to leave a review, so we know you're still here. In the waits between chapters, I have over 20 other stories you could read, or Smargden had a challenge at the end of this chapter.

Keywords for the chapter; Luna and the Quibbler; Back to London; OWL, NEWT results; More tracking spell pranks.

A/N-S; Foxes behind the ear; It's a Swedish way to say someone is cunning, mischievous, and that type of person. (It can also be seen as he/she has hidden intentions, if it's in a bad way.)

The Kungsleden trail has places where you will need a bridge or boat to pass water, boats and some of the bridges are removed at autumn - replaced for summer at late spring. If you plan to walk it, June to September, other time - make sure it's open.

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Chapter 11 Pop-Splash

The weather had gone from a cold and windy rain to a soft and sunny breeze with about three-eighths clouds. As an Animagus bird using the thermals, Harry was looking at the clouds, and thinking on coming cloudberry picking times as he easily scouted out where and where not to go. And by scouting he'd be able to take others by teleporting, when he found an area was clear of people.

-walking-

Three days later, they had paused at a small lake after following the big long lake whose northern part ended at the mid-summer place. They had taken breaks along the lake, and after that migrated to a Sami camp that was little close to a mile from their trail, it was almost three kilometers, or two miles, extra.

It was possible for visitors to buy souvenirs, so without letting others notice Harry scanned the sale goods with mage sight, and he was surprised. Most of the workers were clean. He did however note that two antlers seemed to glow, a sure sign that they were at least magically influenced. The young wizard was convinced that they once sat on the same magical animal, even as they were not correctly matched in the display.

Harry looked at the antlers, and he chose four sets. There were two types of antlers, one was a fixed pair that was sitting on a piece of head bone, this was from a slaughtered animal. The others were matched, mismatched, or just a one side of the pair. The latter type was naturally felled when the reindeer shed antlers. The Sami youngsters would quickly collect them when they wanted souvenirs, or to help provide income.

Harry's group went back to the trail, and after a couple of miles found a spot and set camp. When they paused, they mostly stayed inside the formidable quarters they had, but they rested out in the open if only to enjoy the surroundings and wave to the other tourists. Harry was outside the tent arranging the campfire with the unseen Dobby's help. They were going to have fresh meat grilled on an open fire tonight.

The dark-haired wizard had made a few discoveries while they were out in wilderness - far from the communities - he now knew that it was impossible to remain unnoticed where they were. In the middle of London it was possible, but not here. There were no trees to create separated sites, and prevent viewing from distance. Here, where they were now, you were able to see what people did from several hundred yards away, from virtually all directions. They could be seen by thousands of yards to those who watched with binoculars. With all the tourists along the trail, or those that have gone up the heights, it was impossible to know if someone was for the moment seen or unseen.

Therefore, the only possibility, in case he needed to do magic transports, was to create their own hidden area, Kajsa's tent. From within it, he could do teleportation to get things they needed, which was rare, because of Dobby's help. With all the eyes on him, he even had to raise the magic tent slowly to not awake suspicions.

There are a few things that one must be aware of, people that like fire places, they burn what they can find where they camped. Hence, good places often stayed cleaned of combustible things. Another thing was that to have a fire you need firewood. Who carries firewood on a trail for hundreds of miles? Not many. So, how can you have a good fire without good firewood, and plenty of it, on the trail? It was like hiding a black car in a parking lot with only white cars. Other people would see it, without even trying to find it. That become Harry's problem, so he cheated again with a Notice-Me-Not spells, which came in good use.

Previous visitors had placed small stones in a ring, and it looked like they had used charcoal, and what they had harvested on their haik. Harry reorganized the stones and fetched a few bigger ones too. It wasn't too much trouble when a big heavy stone could be a little pebble with the flip of a wooden stick. And in no time, he had built a better place for his fire.

But out in the open, with a lot of other hikers who were looking around, how the hell was he going to get a fire going. With a flip with his stick, which other eyes may see, and there could be a roaring fire in less than no time, as he was thinking how he could fix that problem he heard Kajsa.

"Are there some problems, can't our wondrous little magician start a little fire?" she inquired teasingly as she watched his face scrunch up.

"Right," he said, turning her way. "I can put the firewood in my newly fixed fire place and use the 'm' word and have a very good fire, but that wouldn't go without at least some people on the trail to noticing. Yes, of course, I can make me to not be 'in the mind of others', but there'd be smoke, and smoke draws eyes, and they follow the smoke, since it has to come from someplace. Then they'll see a big fire that is less than half a minute new, and it's a roaring fire. That's no good."

"Oh. - I do see your problema," she said with nod. "Do you see what some before us have left? To most people, that little piece of burned tin can over there is trash, what do it tell you?"

"Someone opened it and had food here?" he answered with a questioning tone, looking at the can she indicated, and squinting his eyes. "Maybe sausage, so they might have had grilled sausages. But what a funny way to open it, from the side."

"No, silly," she said with a knowing grin. "To start a fire, you need dry, easy burning material often called tinder. But even with that can have it hard to get a good fire in the open. But if you have a used tin can, or something alike, it's usually already open at one end, with a knife you can cut it open a bit on one side, as they did. And woala, you have a micro-stove, and that is what it is. You place your tinder, and small pieces of dry charcoal or other things for a small fire in it, the fire has cover from cold wind, and wet rain if the type of weather we had first day, be ready with small pieces of what you are going to burn, small cuts of the firewood, and lit the tinder - and in a few - you have an ongoing fire in the micro-stove, that will be the heart of your usable fire."

"How did you know that?" Harry asked as he tried to see the use of it in his mind.

"A hard life is a school, you did see some logs at home, they had a cross saw-cut, that is a one use Swedish stove, place it upprighet and lit it down in the cross. But this little trach is reusable, in the open and a year or two it's roasted away, no lasting, no permanent junk left. This can't be more than a few weeks. Arrange the stones around it and I find the tinder and help you," she suggested as she glanced around to do just that.

Siv watch since she was interested in seeing how her sister taught Harry in wilderness survival. In no time, Harry got his small fire started, and after that it was easy to build it up. And in good time the grilled meat was real delicacy.

The other thing that they had to fix, was that they slept well in comfortable beds, ate good, used bathrooms, and looked fresh in clean freshly washed clothes, when the only resource for anything close to hygiene was to swim in the nearest lake with ice cold water. Therefore, every time they left the tent, they looked in the mirror, and did some make-up — or was it make-down? — to look dirty and worn. With a flip of his wand, Harry helped with the glamors.

The other thing is nature's own design of man… what goes in, must come out. And where to do that? Some needed to be released in a hurry, others have time to plan when and where. Meaning, places hidden from the trail are sometimes used by people, who never needed to go back there. Some hid and cowered, but not all. Group Harry didn't have that type of problem, as they had all they needed. It was Siv that put word to it.

"Here we are out in an open, roadless mountain, living with better comfort than at home," she said as they lazed around the living room of the tent. She waved her hand indicating the accommodations, which none of the other travelers had.

"Not all have what we have, but yes, it can make you lazy. I walk the trail, to gain experience, remind me of nature, get fresh air, and get time to just be... me," replied Harry as he bounced Pavo in his arms, still marveling at the fact that he was a father. He wanted this trip to be a good, easy bonding time with the people around him.

The girls smiled fondly at him.

"About all that crap, yes it's a form of problem," Kajsa said, watching the two males of her new family. "In town, some parks are truly a big loo, heavy rain cleans up a lot. A rule when we make camp, find water high up, piss and skit low, and have your activity are in between. Here, where do they find shelter to do what they need to do, yes in low places where bushes may hide them when they need it. And that is often close to streams of what to be good water. Hence, if I need to fetch water at places like this, I look first for water from cold water source, it come up from ground, natural filtered, second, running water that come from less used areas, a herd of some ten thousand reindeer do some shitting they to. Lastly lakes, the bigger the better. What are the risks? Well viruses and bacteria can come by birds that come from far away, they are not known to be long lived up here. But, we are not that far away from radioactive fouling," she lectured.

"Radioactive?" Harry asked, paying attention. He didn't know that.

"Yes, the Russians did blow a lot of their bombs," she said with a solemn nod. "A lot closer than what it looks on the map, use a globe and find 'Novaja Zemlja' and you see it's in our backyard. Some of it be dissolved in water, most have gone by now, but some of it stays in the ground and can still be found in fruit and berries. Back in fifties, well up to seventies, it was wece but at that time - nobody knows about it, and by now it's a global problem," Kajsa ranted about the pollution. It was one of the things that touched her badly.

"I'm sorry," Harry said trying to calm her down.

"It is okay, it just makes me mad," she said. "We change the subject."

So, they talked of mundane things until bed.

-:-

As the extra dimension in the magic is outside of normal - Apparating or Teleporting from - or to - the inside of Magic tent could result in getting lost in Merlin knows which dimension. Pushing, normal space into making an extra-dimensional room was one thing, such as room, trunks and expanded rooms, but with tents there it was a form of gate you were no longer at the place where the small fabric of the gate might be. If made right, and if the gate was broken, all that was in that space would be dropped into to area if the gate, if wrongly made… well, best it's done right. The other magically made spaces for storing, were just that storage, no living things. You put in a hot burger, five days later, you take it out and it's still hot. If a fly had landed on it as you put it into that space, the fly, and all virus and bacteria, would be dead, no harm to consume.

That afternoon, they were cleaning the campsite up.

"This was a good fire, but now, to have an open fire with burning wood is not so good," Kajsa explained as she doused the fire. "Because, who was dumb enough to carry branches of heavy wood miles on the trail? You can fool some to into believing that you carried the wood - just to be able to for this, once. Charcoal - yes, but heavy wood, not too often, seen by the same other tourists, hence the needed to not do it too often."

"Alright," Harry agreed as he cleaned up from their lunch. He was thankful that one of the practical spells he had learned meant that mosquitoes and gnats held at least five meters away from him.

"Harry?" A voice he had never thought to hear… here sounded from behind him.

"Luna? Is that you?" he asked, turning around with a huge smile. There she was coming towards him with a matching grin.

"Of course it's me, silly," she said as she neared her friend. "So, this is where you've been hiding. Don't you know that all of England is looking for you? Last I heard, they sought you in Liverpool," she added in a stage whisper as if it were a big secret.

Harry laughed and took her hand. "Okay, thanks for that," he said, pulling her along. "Come join us. You can meet my wife, and some of my new family." Luna was Luna and for a short moment her eyes stared at Merlin only knows where, she came back to herself as Harry spoke. "Kajsa, Siv, meet Luna," he said, indicating each girl. "She's a girl from my school in Scotland. She's in the year below me, so she's your age Siv. Luna, meet Kajsa, my wife, and Siv, her sister, and last, but not least, Pavo, our son. Oh, that came out wrong, he's Kajsa's and my son," he said proudly, smiling at the baby in Kajsa's arms.

To say that Luna was surprised was no exaggeration. She was rarely surprised. She was used to knowing most things before someone else.

"Harry," she said a bit sadly. "It's true then, you've left us."

"Anyone who says such things are usually trying to further their own agenda, or are following someone else's word," he answered with a negligence wave of his hand. "I'm my own man, and if I find myself feeling better somewhere else, so be it. It's my life, right? Let's talk about you, what brings you to these parts, on this road far from land?" he asked, not wanting to ruin the visit with talks of manipulators.

"Well, considering what was in the newspapers last summer, I understand," the small blonde said clearly. "I? I'm here with my father. We have our camp, let's see, it's about one mile south and then east," she said, waving in that general direction. "It's a narrow pass between the two mountains. In there, and a bit further up, is a little piece of flat land, and close to that is a little bit on the edge of glaciers. We have an expedition to see if we can take photos of… you know, quite unusual and rare animals," Luna explained, knowing that Harry wouldn't tease her.

"Why there?" the green-eyed wizard asked, looking where she pointed.

"You see, last summer we saw them, but the images were too vague to be useful," she stated, and then beamed. "Oh, and I see you've found some antlers. The left of the three pair you have over there, are from a very rare form of deer. They look very much like a regular reindeer, but they're magical," she informed the group with a smile.

"You can see that?" Harry asked in awe. "That's great, and yes, they are, but not found... well, I found them among others to buy," he explained. "So, Luna, you were here last summer too?"

"Yes, this is the third year we've been here," the young Ravenclaw confirmed. "Why do you ask?" she tilted her head to the side, and looked at him with her large light blue eyes.

"Last summer I was also here, though just a bit further north," he explained. "It's too bad we missed each other. How do you get here?" he wondered, knowing the Lovegoods were purebloods.

"The first year we flew brooms from Nikkaluokta, with invisibility charms, of course. That's how I'm getting around now. I've been bought some interesting things at the Sami camp, and had intended to fly back to my own. It seems I've missed the trail. I dressed in some reindeer skin and an antler, so I look like one running, if it is a bit away. But on the trail, I have to walk the normal way. To get here this year, Papa side-along Apparated me to our camp. You then, what are you doing up here?" she asked, and then quirked her lips. "In addition to making small Harry's, I mean."

"This is purely a tourist trip," he said, rocking back and forth on his feet. "Last summer, it was the small tour, but now we going a little longer distance from Abisko, first leg of Kungsleden."

"That's great, Harry, but you've turned up quite a few storms lately. Between you and me, that's no ordinary tent and since Siv and Kajsa are here, I assume that they know about our world."

"Well," Harry said, glancing around. "They're both magicians, but have only been able to train a little at home. Sweden doesn't have a magical school," he said in a low voice.

"Okay, so you going to teach them a bit," she concluded with a clapping of her hands. "That's lovely, you're a good teacher, Harry. How did your tests go anyway?" she asked, once more changing the subject.

"I haven't received the results yet, but I think it went well, Es and better."

"Congratulations," Luna beamed, giving him a quick hug.

"You then? How did you do on your OWLs?" he asked when she released him.

"Very well, thanks to you," she answered with a nod. "I'm sure I passed the Defense with an excellent. I don't know the results either, but it felt good. And I have something I can tell. As I said, you've torn up a lot of storms lately- just listen:

"Papa runs the Quibbler- as you know, he gets news. Oh, there's more to it, but this is how I can remember it; there was an alert to DMLE, about an 'X' classed event in Liverpool some time ago. That phrase translates to 'more than a week, less than a month'. I heard Papa muttering about something, since he was not to publish it.

"You see, in some police locations in Liverpool, a group of investigators had replayed a video in searching for clues of what was going on," she giggled, looking at Harry who had a smug grin. "They were tracing a teen coming in through the north entrance to a big center point where people come and go, a train station or something. The teen went to the loo, he looked around, left the station, did some walking, visited the library, took a cab, came back with a suitcase he didn't have first visit, left it at the baggage temporary storage, bought a burger and he left the station."

"Wow, Luna, those muggles are pretty smart to have put that together. What did they find next?" Harry asked, a bit worried. He had forgotten those cameras. The girls were listening, while Kajsa bounced Pavo on her hip.

"Hush now, and I'll tell you," the little blonde admonished. "They followed him on other cameras and at a cross between cameras, he just never showed up on any more cameras, nor to pick up his luggage. And to add to the mystery, the fancy magpie-hunters showed up from nowhere. They had gotten to know about them earlier in another event outside of all cameras, went straight to the luggage place, started asking for that particular suitcase, and were denied it. They talked in a close group, two of them couldn't be seen any more, but they weren't seen leaving. Not long after, the two that were still lurking around also disappeared. Neither the teen, nor the hunters, could be identified by images, despite good close-ups. The teen had scribed Pica Germanica as name in the filing receipt, with can be translated to Magpie. Both MI6 and MI5 have been alerted of both of this mysterious events. It must be extraordinary events, as they later being classed 'X' events, which Papa got hold of the films. He did identify you, and those who he knows. Kingsley, Snape, and two names I can't remember. Anything you'd like to tell me?"

"Hell, cameras, I didn't think of them," the dark-haired wizard swore, voicing his earlier thoughts. "They're encroaching our rights, right? As for the 'magpie-hunters', well when I was taking my tests last year at Hogwarts, some staff found thought it was their right to place tracking spells on me," he spat, making his wife rub his shoulder and Siv gasp.

"I can believe they did that. Papa never trusted Dumbledore and his followers." Luna said with a knowing nod. "How did you get them to stop following you?" she asked.

"I had Dobby contain them for later use, and transferred a few to some bird - a magpie to be precise. It was in the paper that an old woman had seen the 'magpie-hunters'. It became public and the keywords 'magpie hunters' were founded. Since I didn't want to hurt another bird, which was my first thought, I placed next tracking spell in a suitcase with a self-dispelling case in a luggage that I dropped off for them to find. I did wonder if they did, thanks, for telling me," he said sincerely.

"It must be fun to be you," his friend grinned. "Whose traces of blood did you leave at Number 4? I know you, and now by talking to you, that what I cried over last summer was not what it looked like. I think you had a good reason," she stated giving him a half approving, half disapproving look. "Well, Harry, who did you want to find it? Was it the non-magicals or the too many jobs old man and his bird club?" At his shocked look, she added, "I know thanks to Papa."

"You know a lot Luna, too much for a normal girl," he said, impressed and a bit confused, "At that time... it was very close … I go lost... nobody to find me… and I hoped that Dursleys would be investigated. However, I've found a reason to live, and now I'm out of the darkness." He hugged Kajsa and Pavo to his side.

"I completely understand," Luna said, giving the small family a kind smile. "I've never been normal, Harry, you know that. But yes, Papa is. . . is helping me to be in a place... to know things others aren't invited to know. I can't say more than that. But you know that dark place, and I'm glad you found the spark to stay living."

"Any other news regarding me?" he asked, seeing she didn't want to talk about it.

"Not much, first there is no one who knew where you were, but then you showed up to take the tests and it got mysteriously quiet," she answered, airily. "And the quiet words whispered in the wind. It's quiet as to not scare you away — for good. But it's not genuine, and there are other whisperings to. The... well, you know what I blame… stay away from them, and be safe. That's my advice."

"Thanks, Luna," he said. "I want you to do the same."

"And, Harry, do retake subscription on the Quibbler. If you look on the first page, you'll see the date of the paper, like June 25, or December 4, putting them in numerical form, you have the numbers 0625 or 1204. Add 0625 and you get 13. Add those, and you get 4. For the other one add 1204 you get 7. You must add until you get only one figure, look at August 2nd, 8 add 2 will be 10 reduce it and you get 1. Go to the runes crosswords, and you'll find the rune of that number. Write that rune on the image in the center of the crossword, and you'll get more," she instructed. "It's like the map you used at Hogwarts; however, this is not connected to anything more than 'behind the lines news'. And after you read that, print your name, nothing more, just your name, the same name you gave for the subscription, in the place for a reviews of the crossword."

"Alright, Luna, sounds mysterious," Harry stated, knowing she wouldn't be telling him this if it weren't important,

"Not so much," she said, "but, if there is a message for you, it'll appear where the hidden text was. Read it. If there isn't nothing will appear. Your paper is, in a way, linked to your subscription. When your done fill in something on the line for your address and that will remove all hidden messages. It works like finite, but only for the paper. Welcome aboard, my friend." She beamed a cheery smile at him, glad she could now get him important news.

"Wow, what are the hidden agendas with that?" the gobsmacked wizard asked.

"Not much, it's a way for you to know what you might need to know. I was authorized to bring you in. So far it's for info, so no requests" she stated. "Please do this, Harry."

"Okay, you know my name, and my current address is Gringotts London. They'll forward it after checking it, and then I can safely receive mail," he said to his blonde friend. 'Or get it myself,' the teenage boy added in his mind.

"Thank you," she said with relief. She had been worried about her friend, and now she could give him the news he so desperately needed. "I'll write it down when I'm back home."

"Thank you for letting me know, Luna," he said sincerely. "So, do you need to tell anyone I'm here, now that you've seen me?"

"No, not need, but what I need to do is go back to our campsite," she answered, looking him in the eye, and a smile on her face. "My food will be rotten if I stay as long I'd like to stay."

"Harry, Luna someone I should be jealous of?" Kajsa asked as she watched the byplay.

"No," Harry answered, looking at his wife. "She is, however, one of the very few people I can walk in front of without being afraid to get something in my back. And no, she is not a competitor. If I hadn't met you last summer, and as you heard, stayed living, then maybe I would've asked Luna on a date, but not now."

"Thank you, Harry. That was both a compliment and a refusal at the same time. Only you can make it so that even a rejection is a compliment," Luna said with a genuine smile, though it didn't hide the sadness in the back of her eyes.

"Okay," Kajsa said, looking between the two friends, "This is good to know. I have to take Pavo, it is time to feed." And with that she and the baby, who had been on the verge of tears and screams, disappeared.

"Harry, you look like you're feeling better than you have in all the years I've known you," the little blonde stated. "Have you been studying up here all this time?"

"No, I'm here on holiday for a few weeks," Harry answered, trusting her with this knowledge, "Then we'll be traveling again, and then back to England, and then more studying."

"Liverpool? If some are to believed, you're Animagus. Are you Animagus?" she asked with a quirk of her head.

"To some extent, yes," he agreed. "I didn't learn it there, and the ones who taught me know, and there I will be home." Harry said in a twisted way - not exposing too much.

"Not here, huh?" she inquired. "Are you going there when your vacation is finished?"

"No, first we'll return to Stockholm, then after some family chores, back to England again, and then back to a school I've found."

"Okay, I'll be careful who I talk about it," Luna said firmly, glad her friend had found what he always sought, a family. "Is it a secret that you started a family?"

"Well, don't shout from the rooftops," he confirmed.

"Right," she agreed with a smirk. "I understand. You should come and visit our camp, say tomorrow?"

"We'll talk about it. I'm not going to decide myself. We have a schedule to stick to."

"I guess I have it back now," she sighed, there was disappointment in her voice. "Say, can you add a glamor to me to look like a reindeer, so I can fly close to ground."

"Okay," he said with a chuckle. "Say hi to your father from me. And, Luna, it was really nice to see you again. When you're back at Hogwarts, and if you tell anyone that you met me on vacation here, avoid mentioning about the rest of the details. Just say that I going muggle, and looked worn."

"Alright, Harry, I'll shape the picture in my memories and leave it superficially at the forefront when I talk about it," the little blonde said. "I'm sure you know that Dumbledore is able to see the superficial memories one thinks of, and that he reads actively."

"I do know that," he said with a nod, and thought of all the dinosaurs that protected his mind.

"Ok, Harry. It's time for me to be going," his friend said, looking at the sky. She then turned her attention to the girl, who had stood quietly all this time. "Siv, it was nice to meet you, and please give Kajsa my farewells. You can also tell her that I see Harry more like a brother than a future husband." With that Harry cast the glamor spell, which included both Luna and her broom. Then she disappeared, looking like a running reindeer.

"Harry, what is she?" Siv asked, looking at her brother-in-law.

"What? As in the witch or a friend?" the confused teen asked.

"Yes, you know what I mean."

"Luna is a very dear friend of mine. She lost her mother when she was nine. Since then, she sees what others don't," he explained. "We used to believe that she imagined all her creatures, but I'm not so sure anymore. There are, according to her, animals I can't even remember the names of. Hermione says they're only fantasies. But Luna's father is a nature lover, or perhaps nature connoisseur, and he claims that there are these bizarre creatures. They're now trying to obtain evidence of the existence of one of them. As long as I've known her, she's been… fuzzy. But, I think it is a defense mechanism. I've never seen her so focused and aware that she was just now," he mused. "I wonder if it's because she's not at Hogwarts."

"As a friend?"

"As a friend," Harry confirmed. "Well, if I had dated at Hogwarts, she is one of the very few I would've asked. She's not the most beautiful, look wise, there are some others who take the prize for that. However, she's the most honest of them all. Besides, she said that she's like a little sister, it's probably the best compliment I could get, but I think she said it more for Kajsa's sake than yours or mine."

"Okay, I looked at Kajsa and saw that she wanted to give you space, but that she also was worried."

"I'll be honest, Luna was the only one at Hogwarts that I could imagine a future with, before I came here and met Kajsa," he confessed.

"You said not to her?"

"No," Harry said softly, looking towards where his friend disappeared, "but she knows it anyway. She's like that, she just knows."

"Have you kissed?"

"Luna and I?" Siv nodded. "No, the only time I have... it wasn't even a kiss, but just a kiss on the outside. The girl was just picturesque, she has the looks, but nothing more, she rather mad on the inside. I've learned about her bullying afterwards," he said with a small growl. Then shook his head and moved on. "Another, Ginny, Ron's little sister, she's in the same year as Luna at school. There was a time where it came close to something that could've been a kiss, but it never got that far. So, no, I've never kissed until Kajsa came into my life, not Luna or any other girl."

"How do you know that you will want to be with her in the future, then? When you don't know what it is to kiss others. Perhaps Luna is the one you want most. She is, after all, from your home, and indeed more appropriate age, like me, maybe it's me you focus on," the very protective little sister asked heatedly.

"You're funny, I appreciate that," he said, smiling down at her anger. "Don't worry, Kajsa is the one I chose to make a future with. Besides, she's my wife, and I'm very happy about that fact."

"Well, Harry, you said before that we are family," Siv conceded, her anger melting away. "It means a lot to me too. It means that, I'm on a corner, as her counsel, do you hurt her, 1I will hunt you to hell and back."

"You don't have to worry about that, and I was hoping that you'd help me calm Kajsa… if I need it." He glanced worriedly at the tent where his wife was.

"You will not have to, Kajsa lost all reason when she met you. But her self-confidence is not the highest when it comes to guys. She has been burned, but do not talk about it with her, unless she takes it up."

"Okay, thanks for that. It's good to know," he said, wondering how to know more about his bride without prying.

Just after a bit Kajsa came to them. "Has she gone? Already?"

"She was short on time," Harry said, taking her hand. "But, she has invited us to their camp in the morning, if we feel like it."

"Siv, what do you think? Should we accept?" the older sister asked the younger.

"We can do it, but it is not necessary, and I think that in some ways is better to give it a pass, given what Harry said about what is happening in England. Luna's seen him here, it is understandable, but if we also go to their camp, then there will be more talk, and maybe the wrong things are said. As Harry said before, if we can say that we come from France, and we speak French then, then it is easier to divert attention up here," Siv reasoned.

"Okay, but we move on early tomorrow then," Kajsa answered, seeing what her sister was getting at.

Harry nodded in agreement, though he was disappointed that he wouldn't see his friend, he did see the value not putting Luna more on the spot.

The rest of the journey was fairly uneventful, except the merger and discussions with other tourists. Harry spoke both French and English so they had many conversations along the way. A lot of the magical education, it was also done.

When they finally arrived at the end of their destination, they chose to follow the crowd and go by bus down to Porjus. While they waited for the bus to the north, they journeyed up to the park by the road and looked at monuments of those who built the power plant. There was the split stone with handprints on. They then played with the hydro models for a while.

After riding the bus to Gällivare, Harry sought out an empty location, and from there he teleported them into the shrubbery at same location he used when he arrived this summer.

Linda lamented that they had been forced to rent out his cottage, since there had been so many tourists, and they believed that Harry would be gone longer. Perhaps, he could stay with Kajsa now, since she still had her room. They had slept together more times than separately before they went on a mountain tour.

Kajsa's room was small, but big enough to open a trunk. And again, Harry had a luxury class apartment, at least when compared to the little room. While they were there, the couple packed down everything that she was supposed to bring. Siv also came with her bags. The younger girl was not going away permanently, so they said. But, everyone knew that if she took off, the chance that she came back was miniscule.

: _ : To GB-land: _ :

The next big step was teleporting to London, and directly into Harry's apartment there.

"Welcome to London," the dark-haired wizard said with a grin. "It can be a little difficult for you to find your way back. Well, not really finding it, but the last steps up here, you must know that Harry Potter lives on the third floor, and you're my guest. It helps if you think about the words."

"Something magical?" Kajsa asked, excited.

"Yep, most will find they need to do other things. Even when they have nothing to do, they'll think it if they come near the staircase. It's a nifty little bit of magic, that doesn't harm them, just detours."

"That is very helpful," his wife stated as she started pulling off Pavo's jacket.

"Yeah, it really is. No beggars at the door, no unexpected visitors. Meaning the Headmaster or Tom," Harry agreed, taking Pavo and tickling his chin. "There's one more thing you should know, I have a friend, a… I think a smaller version from your tales of elves. Do not be afraid now."

The girls looked at him, not worried in the least. Harry would never put them in danger.

"Dobby."

"Master Harry calls Dobby? Welcome home, Sir," the little elf said as he popped into the room.

"Dobby, meet my wife Kajsa, and her sister Siv, the little midget is the next generation of Potter, our son, Pavo." He once more tickled Pavo's chin and then turned to the girls. "To be honest, Dobby's been around helping us, and your folks, a lot, but he remained unseen."

Kajsa started remembering the little things that were done while she and Harry were on the trail. Like stuff being restocked, repaired, moved, and sometime coins were in their purses that they weren't there before. She thought she had been losing her mind, but never asked. She didn't want to appear crazy.

"Harry Potter Sir's heir," Dobby said in awe. His eye widened further, almost to the point they would pop out. He had seen the baby before, but always from a distance. "Dobby is honored to meet the Great Harry Potter's family," he said with bounce, turning his attention to the ladies in the room.

"Kajsa, Siv, meet Dobby. Dobby is what's called a house elf. Usually here in England, it's a very old relic of the slave period. Most of Dobby's kind are under slave contracts. Dobby is a free elf, but accepted to be a member of the Potter family. His kind need to have their magic anchored. For Dobby, it's to my family. They need a bond to a magical human or building. Dobby is paid, although far too little. Furthermore, Dobby is my friend and has been for many years, which is more than I deserve. He is supremely good chef, he can use the household budget to buy what you might need, and as I said, Dobby is a member of Potter family, which includes you. Show us the real you, Dobby."

Dobby, twisted his ears at the praise. And after a few more twists, the little elf grew to what he is now.

"Wow," the girls said, looking at the taller more muscular elf.

"Dobby," Harry said, "how's Winky? Can we work with her? Is she's still free? Free to come here?"

"Dobby thanks Master Harry Potter for asking, Harry Potter Sir. Winky is not being feeling well. She has never accepted being free, and she is on her way into her ending. She is being drinking, and it bes making the end even faster. So yes, she's being free, but only a master can bes getting her to stop drinking. Dobby bes working with her, and... and maybe more," was the answer.

"Will you bring her here?"

"Dobby bes doing that right away," the elf said and popped out, and returned before they could do anything.

"Mas. .chter Potther vijle sche mi -hik-… me?" the very drunk and dirty elf asked, doing her best to stand up. She squinted her eyes to make the images of the people in the room clearer, but as she leaned forward to get a better look, she fell on her face, only to quickly pick herself up.

Harry sighed. "Winky, two things. First, it's good to see you again, and second, it saddens me how miserable you look," he said, kneeling down to her height and putting a hand on her shoulder to hold her still. "It hurts me to see you like this. Now seriously, are you willing to commit yourself to working for me? I do have some requirements, no drinking, and that we have the employment contract. It's as good as a bond, but better. What do you say?" he looked at her eyes trying to catch them.

"Hajjy Poth. th. ther want Vinjky in thansct?" she asked, still trying to focus.

"Yes, Winky," the wizard answered. "I want you to voluntarily bind yourself to me and my family. There may not be much to do now, but we're moving to Canada soon, and then we will need to have a nanny for our son. You, Winky, are a good nanny, but only if you don't drink. It is one of the requirements."

"Winky wants to be happy," the female elf stated clearly.

"Well, Winky, meet Kajsa, my wife, our son, Pavo, and Siv, Kajsa's sister," Harry made the introductions once more.

Again, there were negotiations, or would have been, except Harry stated that Winky must be completely sober. Otherwise, it wouldn't be a valid contract. Therefore, she'd need to be cared for by Dobby for five days, and then she'd have time to recover. Magic power had already begun to stabilize when Harry had promised her a favor.

Meanwhile, Harry took the trunk that had the branded clothes, and teleported himself to Liverpool. His arrival point was the same park as last time, but a considerable distance to the side of the last scene. He began to find a new alert bird, yes, another magpie.

The city central was too heavily overseen by cameras. He knew that now, thanks to Luna. Only when he had the everything ready did he open the trunk, and take out three pieces of the marked clothes. He then transferred the trackers to the bird. He quickly turned into a falcon, and flew away— quite far away, but close enough for his bird eyes to see.

He didn't have to wait more than four minutes, when it started popping up wizards, and a pair of witches. If he had lips he would have smirked. The hunt was in full swing again.

As he had looked at where the magpie was and where they popped up, he was quite sure what he would do next. He was thinking of the article, which talked about comical clothing, and noted this time someone must have done the lessons in fashion, still no one would take the group as normal people.

Back in London, with a hint of metamorphing, he went to Gringotts to see Sikkso. He got the bag that had the letters from all the time he had been in Canada and Sweden.

"Sikkso," he greeted as he entered the office and took a seat in front of the desk. "It's good to see you."

"You as well, Mr. Potter. What can Gringotts do for you today?" the tiny being asked, pushing his paperwork to the side.

"I have two Swedish ladies with me. One, Siv, is a year younger than me, the other, Kajsa, is twenty and my wife. She's responsible for her sister. We'll be in Toronto again this year. It's already fixed. However, you can arrange so they each have their own vault at, say, a million galleons in each."

"That will not be a problem," his manger stated, scribbling a note.

"Great," Harry said, rubbing his hands together in glee. "Also, a house elf named Winky is going on to work for me, in addition to Dobby. She'll be nanny to my son, Pavo. Both Dobby and Winky need access to my household vault, even if Dobby has his own."

"I will add her to the list, and draw up a contract," Sikkso said, making another memo.

"Lovely. Next thing, if something bad were to happen to me, I want it to be known that my son and heir, Pavo and his mother, Kajsa, his aunt, Siv, will equally take responsibility for what I leave behind," he stated, and then rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Hmmm, Luna Lovegood, should have a million as well. I noticed that she wrote a lot of letters during my childhood. They were all quite inspiring, although I didn't get them until much later."

"Inheritance issues," The goblin responded, pulling out a piece of parchment from his desk. "This is the document for that. You need to fill it out, sign it at the bottom, and add two drops of blood next to your signature. I will countersign it."

"Thanks then, as usual, you manage it in the best way. Could you make sure that the letters come to us in Canada through your internal way?" he asked as he filled out the parchment.

"It will be done, and I suppose you would like them scanned for harmful things as well. You do understand that there will be a small fee, of course."

"It's worth it, thanks in advance." And Harry finished his paperwork, and left Gringotts

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After he restored his appearance, Harry jumped home.

"Now that the meeting at the bank is done," he said to the girls as they got comfortable on the sofa. Pavo was down for his nap. "I'll make a few more misleading exercises. As you know, Luna spoke of the things I did. When I was at Hogwarts last, they put a lot of tracking spells on me. Dobby fixed it so that I know that inside the trunk they can't be detected. Before I came up to you, I moved a couple of them to a magpie in a park in Liverpool. They hunted magpies one time while I was in Lapland. And as Luna told me, it's too risky to appear in the city to do it again, because of the cameras, and I've done magpies twice. I must find something new, and I have some ideas. I want to do one the last one at sea. When I last pranked them, I watched as they came, and I saw that they Apparated about fifty meters from where the spell was. That means, that if they do that, they'll end up in the water."

"Are you going to drown them?" Kajsa asked, very concerned.

"No, but you've given me an idea," Harry stated with a small laugh. "I'll tickle me while I sit on a broom and they drop in the ocean."

"Why?" she inquired.

"I'm of age, and they put that kind of spell on me, I have the right to do just what I want with them openly. If I deposit the tracker spells above an active volcano, and they get there, it's their own fault," he answered, firmly. "So, dropping them in the water is ok, in my book. But I thought of doing it as a last warning, after having set up an area that lets them from transport to there, but not out. They have what's called an emergency portkey, which allows them to get away, but it'll be a warning marker. Perhaps they'll get the message and leave me alone."

After Harry explained more, and he received support to do his plan as described.

Then it was time for letters. The bag contained mostly newspapers, but there were also some missives. Among them were Harry's test results.

OWL results for Harry James Potter

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 1997

Arithmancy. O.

Runes, O.

Due to events that we do not understand,
a result of your test last year was missing.
It is with regret that we note this occurrence,
but we consider it appropriate to correct it in this way.

OWL results for Harry James Potter

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 1996

Herbology, E

You have received an additional 3 approved OWLs
to the previously approved 8, for a total of 11 OWLs.
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Continued studies to the next level are possible,
even in the subjects of

Arithmancy, Runes and Herbology.

Good luck

Magrath Hopkins

Secretary of the Department of Magical Education

The next letter had more results:

NEWT results for Harry James Potter

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 1997

Arithmancy, O

Astronomy, O

Care of Magical Creatures, E.

Charms, O

Defense against the Dark Arts, O, Note 1,

Divination, E.

Herbology, O

History, O

Potions, O

Runes, O

Transfiguration, O

Note 1: Result exceeds our measuring scale,
Therefore this counts as double the value.

Thus, you have received 12 approved NEWTs

Good luck in the future,

Magrath Hopkins

Secretary of the Department of Magical Education

"It looks like you really have done well Harry, you're worth a lot of hugs." Kajsa said as she hugged him.

"Thank you," Harry said, returning the embrace. "I have a feeling your results will be much the same. I must remember how to give reward."

They both stood together cuddling, relishing the closeness. After a moment, they reluctantly broke apart, and sat next to each other on the couch, still holding hands.

"When I came to you," Harry said, giving her hand a squeeze, "you promised to marry me, and we did. If it comes to the extreme, because in the eyes of many you and I weren't married when Pavo was born. To me that doesn't count. However, you know how some societies treat those of color? The Purebloods here will treat us the same if they find out that our marriage came after Pavo's birth, even if magic deemed us married and they'll make problems."

His wife noted the concern in his eyes and started to worry. "How will we prevent this?"

"Well, I want it clear with you first, as I said, I personally do not care, but Pavo may hear about it when he gets older, and that I care about. I found out at Gringotts, and Dobby had told me before we went to the mayor, that by the magical records our date of marriage was at our first night."

"And how can that matter? What's done is done." Kajsa stated, wondering where he was going with this.

"If we both accept it as the time of our marriage, then the archives can be altered, as a misprinted date being corrected. It'll change so that we were married a year earlier, but for that to happen we both must be okay with it," he explained.

"Okay, Harry, we'll be in a magical society, so this might be best, we also being magically family, will that mean that we been married a year without honeymoon," she agreed.

"In my eyes, I had best honeymoon ever."

"Okay. It is so different now compared to last year, when I was alone up there, and now this."

"There'll be greater opportunities for education, and you'll know more about our society later."

:-:

Three days later, Harry did his next maneuver. When he was looking for suitable target, he found not what he sought, but rather a bit south of Liverpool it was a strip of land that seemed promising. Several areas looked really muddy. It seemed to ebb and flow, making the place particularly suitable.

He expected to have at least two minutes from when he opened the bag. First, he would put up the ward stopping outgoing Apparation, but allowed incoming. Then it was show time. With the help of a little magic, invisible on his broom, he waited, the water would start coming in soon. A few more minutes, and he saw the coming water so he opened the silk bag Dobby had spelled, put a stone in the fabric of clothes, dropped it, and watched as it sank in the mud. He rose higher in air, a second later he was a falcon, riding the winds in the sky, and looking down.

There were several pop-splashes, and there they stood to their waist in mud. And of course, they swore, as the water rose and rose. Finally, he heard… "Activate portkeys," and they disappeared, and with them vanished a large quantity of water and a lot of mud. Anything that had been in direct contact with portkeys was included in the transport. Oh, how Harry wanted to see how it looked like when they arrived at their location. Making sure no one was left, he didn't think Kajsa would approved if he left someone to drown, he chuckled to himself, as well as a bird can, and went home.

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Oh - was it no more - for no - sorry no, it isn't.

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Next chapter is mostly around Winky, and Luna's Letter, and what problems can be with Pavo, and Harry informing more about Canada and schooling.

By the way - it's a lot of work to rewriting, but If you like to try - and like some old Wild West, I do have a one where Harry being back 100 years - and is somewhere in the West. He became a gunslinger too. If you are in for it, do PM me. Smargden