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Chapter 12, Developments
'Having knowledge of what the future could be sounds like a good thing. However, it's when new ripples make waves that things change and all your knowledge of what will happen means nothing. It was a good thing I was always pretty good at flying by the seat of my pants.'
Excerpt from the Book of Pestilence, Tale of an Ill Touched Man
Harry lost track of time pretty quickly after Hermione left his room. The night before and their morning talk had been like a breath of fresh air to him. Those events purged a great deal of stress from him that he didn't even realize he was carrying around. As he surveyed his mindscape he had to agree that coupled with the removal of Riddles Horacrux he was moving forward at last. He only hoped that his revelations about what he had done and what he was going to do going forward didn't cost him Hermione. Still, she had to know, there was no going forward with any kind of friendship with her without the truth.
The sky was clear in his mindscape and all the colors were lush and bright. Clean waters sparkled and Harry was pleased with the woodland scent that floated about. The castle walls stood strong with pristine Penates flying their colors proudly. Harry walked over the drawbridge and into the keeps inner court. As he walked along stairways, halls, and eventually the battlements Harry took note of his memories, impressions, and various other bits that made up his mind. He finally managed to integrate all of his previous shades into the mindscape.
Hermione had mentioned before she left his room that morning that he needed to move into his new present and out of his pasts. He'd been trying but obviously he wasn't succeeding. So Harry was here to try something Tonks had him to do in a prior life when he couldn't get past Sirius's death. He exited the bastion he was walking through and into an open area behind it. Harry raised his hands allowing seven holes to manifest with piles of dirt next to them and a single shovel. Each hole had a marble headstone resting before them. Harry looked up from the grave to next to him watching as a visual representation of all he was in his First Shade appear. He was about thirty-seven or so. His temples were slightly greyed and he was dressed in his in his Head Auror Robes. Harry smiled. He watched as the older version of him jumped down into the grave to lay down. He picked up the shovel and starting throwing dirt into the hole.
Harry looked over to the other 'hims'. The second was noticeably younger but dressed in Auror robes as well. There was a wild look to him, like he expected an attack at any moment. Beyond him was a man of about the same age dressed in the violet robes of the Wizengamot. His eyes held a strain to them and he didn't appear too fit. He wasn't much of a warrior in that Shade. By contrast his Fourth round was darker. Shadows seemed to cloak him and his face was hidden by the mirrored mask on his face. His very presence left a chill to any who came near. Next was his representation of his Shade where he was a Specter. He was dressed in a mix of Wizarding and Muggle clothing compete with weapons kit for his wand, stave, pistol, a brace of knives, and his travel pack. Following him was the oldest of all his forms. The old man was over a hundred with a long white beard. He was dressed in leathers that left nothing on his body exposed to the harsh elements the world offered. Various tools and weapons were holstered or strapped to him in various places. Lastly was the man who he was prior to this Shade. He was dressed in the Potter family armor with his sword bared in his hand.
Each shovel of dirt Harry dug up and threw into the hole was a memory from that Shade. A day at the office, the time he captured Dreg's who was trafficking magically altered narcotics to the Muggles and converting the money to gold. Holidays, birthdays, events of all kinds were buried one at a time. These were memories best left buried and served no purpose to his new life. These memories were not memoires or events he wanted to access again. But if he did, he could always come and prey over the graves.
Once he finished he pulled his wand and began inscribing the epitaph on the stones. The process continued until all the graves were done and he stood before them looking at the work he accomplished rereading the epitaphs for each again. He nodded satisfied and felt lighter than he had since this Shade started.
He rose quickly from his mindscape into the real word to notice Kreature waiting patiently for him by the door.
"Good morning Kreature. What's for eating this morning?" Harry asked while he moved himself to the table.
"Poached egg, clementine, fresh raspberries, toast with Lingon Berry jam and Ceylon Tea." Kreature replied while placing the tray on the table. Steam slowly wafted from the brown betty tea pot in the center. Once Harry had sat down Kreature began serving his plate.
"Excellent." Harry spread the jam over his toast while Kreature busied himself with setting up his plate. "What news from the Order today?"
Kreature kept his small smile on his face very happy to serve as he answered. "Hogwarts letters are due today. Headmaster Dumbledore was unable to secure a teacher he needed and the Ministry supplied one. The topic they discussed was the coming book lists."
Harry nodded around his mouthful of toast. He remembered it was last minute before Fudge was able to push the issue and get Umbridge installed. After swallowing he asked, "Who's in the Kitchen today?"
"Dobby Master."
"Ahh. Let Dobby know then Ms. Weasley will want to throw a party this evening to celebrate Ron and Hermione becoming Prefects. More than likely she will try to spring this on him to give her an excuse to take over the kitchen. Cakes, pies, and buffet style foods since most of the Order will make an appearance. If for nothing else than free eats. Figure food enough for fifty but a bit extra to be sure. A couple of them can really pack it a way."
If Harrys knowledge of things startled the little elf it didn't show. "Very good Master I will tells Dobby. Will you wish any of the wines to be brought up for the occasion?"
"Ales, beer, and whatever wines go with the foods Dobby makes. I am sure if neither of you knows what goes with what Winky will. Anything else going on?"
"The Dark skinned Auror and the pink haired woman reported on the break in of Azkaban last night. A lot of comings and goings last night to well into this morning from the back door to the Kitchen."
Harry popped a couple of raspberry's into his mouth digesting that bit. He wasn't surprised they knew already. He half expected it to be all over the Prophet by this afternoon. "They know anything?"
"Only that one man attacked the prison by unknown means, killed several high ranking Death Eaters held there and is assumed to have made off with one other. That is what the Ministry knows, and all the Order knows as well. Amelia Bones is heading this particular investigation according to the Dark Skinned Auror. The Headmaster believes the attack was most likely made by the same person that staged the ambush at your Aunts house."
"Could be worse…" Harry mumbled while pealing the clementine then taking a bite of the sweet fruit. Amelia running the investigation was bad. If he left any evidence behind, she would find it. He was pretty sure though he covered his tracks well enough that she shouldn't be able to figure anything out but still, he was worried. As for the other issue it was working in his favor. Dumbledore believing there was a third player would make some of his future plans work better. He was brought out of his thoughts when Kreature continued talking.
"Also, as you instructed I have been making daily trips to your Goblin to check if there was any messages from him to you. This morning he handed me this envelope."
Harry's mouth full of the fruit he took the envelop that the house elf slid to him opening it with the knife from his breakfast kit. He unfolded the parchment reading its contents nodding occasionally. It was the news he was waiting for. Harry picked up his quill and wrote a reply on the parchment as well as a request of his own. It meant giving up a bit of his knowledge with no way to keep it contained but his options were pretty low if he wanted to get into Bellatrix's vault.
He picked up his mug of tea taking a drink to clear his throat. "Thank you Kreature. I've been waiting on this notice. When you get a chance take this back to Undar if you would. Anything else?"
"No Master."
Harry nodded. It would seem news of Dolohov's head being spiked out on Malfoy's lawn had not reached the Order yet. It would, Snape would be sure to mention it when he found out. At the least to Dumbledore. "Alright. I'll be working on a few things here if anyone needs me."
"Very good Master." The little elf replied before he removed the breakfast try and popped away.
Harry removed the sorcer's trunk from around his neck and removing a satchel from one of its cubbies to place it on the table for him to work on. The stone he acquired from the goblins he placed in the center of the table. He took a moment to climb into his forge to retrieve something he had been smithing over the last couple of weeks before he set to work. He spilled the contents of the satchel onto the table in front of him and began assembling the device. The next few hours should be fairly exciting if his theories were as good as he thought they were.
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Undar of the House of Krill walked at his brisk pace to his meeting. The purpose of the meeting was unknown to him however when the Most High Skirnir Kraltaslamak summons you, you don't ask why. You just do it. The Hall of Laws was filled with the heads of those who didn't. However, it didn't take an engineer to figure out that somehow Harry Potter was involved. He was not ranked high enough to be held at court, nor for his voice to hold any weight there and Potter was the only new element in his life at the bank that could explain the summons.
As Undar walked along the stone hallway he opened the envelop Potters elf had delivered a few moments ago reading the missive through the flickering torchlight. He had agreed to the time and place for the meeting with the Mercenary Ayres which was expected but his other request was odd. Either the man-child had a death wish or he was far craftier than even he had given him credit for. He hoped it was the latter.
It took him close to an hour to walk from his office and arrive at his destination. As he walked into the throne room he took note it was completely empty but for three goblins. The Skirnir Kraltaslamak sat on his throne with a frown, his most trusted advisor stood next to him. What surprised him the most was the third goblin. Krakraw stood ramrod straight with his hands behind his back staring at nothing.
"My Lord Skirnir Kraltaslamak." Undar stated in their grutle language.
Undar waited patiently and respectfully. The goblin king continued to sit on his throne with his chin resting on his steeped fingertips apparently thinking and ignoring Undar completely. Minuets passed in complete silence while he waited. No one ever accused Undar of being a fool and only a fool would impose his will over the strongest Goblin in their clan. When the king finally did speak Undar almost jumped.
"Tell me of the Human who bested Krakraw in the arena. Tell me of Rapkip Tomak." His voice was steady and hard.
Undar nodded. It was as he thought. "His name is Harry Potter, My Lord."
"Yes, Potter. I've heard of his House before. Deeds of his forbearers have reached even to mine ears. Tell me, what kind of human is he?"
"Highly intelligent, respectful, driven and highly skilled, My Lord."
"Impressive for one so young. What is your impression of the man child?"
"As I am sure you are aware my House has been tied to the Potters for several generations." Undar verified.
The imposing king nodded still showing no emotion on his hard face. "Yes, I am aware of the life debt incurred by your ancestor to the Potter man of those days. Your family has served nobly and brought great Honor to your House and name. As I understand it you are the last of your line that serves in this post."
"Correct, My Lord." Undar answered.
The goblin king nodded waving to Undar to continue. "And your impression of the Potter man child?"
"If I was not honor bound to serve his House, I would do so of my own free will." Undar answered honestly.
No expression crossed the goblins face. "High praise. Tell me what deeds have earned such loyalty?"
Undar took a moment to collect his thoughts before answering. "While deciding what he wished to liquidate from his Family Vault Potter found several goblin treasures thought lost ages ago. Instead of doing as any other human would do he gifted them back to the Goblin Nation asking me to return them to the families of the smiths who originally crafted them as per our customs. Those families have made their appreciation known to me in this matter. Every Goblin he has spoken to he does so with respect in our culture and ways though his knowledge of our language is minimal. Of our beliefs and laws this respect is shown, even if it is not in accordance of his own culture."
"If this human were a goblin I would actually consider him a threat for my crown to have swayed my people so. Most unusual behavior, but not a unpleasant change coming from a human. Strange to think complementary thoughts on a species I have despised most of my life. To find a human who thinks beyond his own peoples laws and respectfully upholds the laws of a foreign people… A rare person no matter his species. Tell me what you can of his doings through our bank."
Undar answered but it was clear he was trying to cover his unhappiness at doing so. "He has recently authorized many sales of his possessions liquidating assets for gold. Gold he has spent in great amounts moving several projects forward. His knowledge of his own government is very advanced allowing a great many of his wishes to proceed smoothly despite the handicaps he works under, and all in great secret. He has not confided in me what all his doings will eventually lead to."
"You are not unintelligent, Undar. Surely you have an idea of what the man child is up to." The Goblin King pressed.
"I have a few thoughts on the matter My Lord."
"Share them."
Despite being commanded to do so he hesitated for just a second. It did not go unnoticed by any of the goblins before him. "I believe he is preparing for a large scale war, or at least the possibility of one."
"An interesting thought. What has led you to think so?"
"He has been adamant and unwavering about his belief in the return of the Wizard Voldemort. His own government, as you are aware, is doing nothing to curb this threat as they do not sanction his words. His greatest advocate has been castrated and both have been vilified in their newspapers. Since the Hazard, Potter has taken measures on his own that leads me to the conclusions I have previously stated.
A new Wizarding Guild is being funded and founded by Potter. This guild's primary function is research but there are elements that could be used for development of what it discovers. In addition the guild hall itself is being constructed in a location that will be unlikely to find, improbable to assault if it is found, and if staffed to the floor plans design I have seen, impossible to take by any force known to me. In addition he has made tentative contact with a human mercenary of great loyalty and repute. If hired, I can see him becoming Potters second in command or at least Commander of those in the Guild.
He has done exemplary research into who in his government is bribable, blackmail able, or corhersable to quietly achieve his ends. Using his contacts everything he has so far asked of me to do has proceeded with a swiftness I have never seen. He has intelligence into financial matters that so far is proving to be incredibly accurate if the projections hold, and will make him one of the richest Wizards by this time next year. If not the richest despite the fact he has almost completely bankrupted his House at this time. In short, he is building a powerbase; his information network is unmatched, and we, the goblin people, are the only one's he has trusted to know his secret. Only he knows the full extent of his future reach, though I can see it will be greater than even Dumbledore has ever achieved.
If I was to take what I know and apply it to the rumors or hearsay of the day, I would say Voldemort is indeed back and he is preparing for the war to come in his own way with no regard to the laws of his people. Nor do I think he cares. I find myself leaning toward the theory that he doesn't care what it is going to take, just so long as he wins the conflict. If I am correct, his preparations are very through. It is my belief he has spent most of the last three years preparing for this moment and has decided now to be the time to begin. His enemies will never see his counter coming when he strikes. Nor will his own Government know of his involvement in their rescue or salvation."
"You believe the Potter man child will fight the coming war and seek to intentionally not take any of the honors or glory he will have earned?"
"Yes My Lord. From my own information network I have ascertained it is not his way to brag, boast, or sing of his own praises. He will fight and kill to protect the flock of his people. Even when those very people believe him to be unstable, Dark, and evil."
"A worthy champion." The goblin king turned to the forgotten and ignored solider goblin standing to the side. "And you still wish to challenge this human?"
"Yes My Lord, I do. My Honor demands no less." The goblin Krakraw answered. Undar raised his eyebrow when he did. It was an interesting development.
"Your Honor," countered the goblin King, "…was satisfied when the Human gifted it back to you after your defeat. He spared your life when it was his to take. He gifted you back your Honor by leaving you armed in the arena when he could have left you to live in shame. He was more generous than any goblin would have been in a similar situation."
"I understand this great Skirnir Kraltaslamak. I was foolish to underestimate him. I looked at his age and believed him weak. I allowed his bravado to provoke me into underestimating his skill. My frustration became his allies and I allowed him to have them. These are not mistakes I tolerate in any I have under my command, so for my Honor I request a challenge where I will bring my full talents to the fight."
"And are you prepared for the consequences of failure, should that be the outcome and you are bested again?"
"Yes My Lord. Should the outcome of this Challenge remain the same as the last, I am willing to bind the loyalty of the House of Crinix to that of House Potter, to the fifth generation in servitude." Undar couldn't help but raise his eyebrow. It was a steep debt to pay, he would know. He was the last in his House to pay that exact same debt to the same house.
The goblin king leaned back into his throne. Speaking more to himself he wondered aloud, "What is it with this human that shakes the worlds of those whom are caught in the wake of his passing?"
"My Lord?" asked the until that moment silent advisor, who was ignored by the musing king.
"I am inclined to grant your request, Krakraw, however he is human and is not bound by our customs. Convincing the man child to fight again for no gain to himself may prove difficult."
Seeing his opportunity to advance his clients wishes Undar risked speaking. "If My Lord would forgive my speaking, I do not see this as being a difficult proposal."
"Really… Speak then."
"Potter has asked me if it would be possible to speak personally with you My Lord. He stated he has a proposal that will be of great interest to the goblin people."
"I do not speak to Humans Undar. Let him speak to Ragnok if he has something he believes to be of interest to us."
"I understand Skirnir Kraltaslamak, but he is very adamant. He specifically requested to see you and not Ragnok. Considering his information network it would not be surprising if he knows Ragnok is simply the face you allow to be presented to the Humans. I do not know what he wishes to discuss with you but I do not believe he would make this request without cause. He has stated in his missive to me that Rapkip Tomak would be willing to undergo the Crendiali for his right to stand before you."
"Your Human is not simply well informed Undar, he is highly educated in our ways. So, Rapkip Tomak wishes to speak with me and has chosen the Crendiali as the vehicle to do so..." The Goblin King continued thinking to himself for some time. "Your request to challenge the human is granted. You are aware as the Challenged he has the right to declare what weapons?" The goblin king asked Krakraw.
He raised his chin defiantly. "I do not fear his magic, if that is a weapon he wishes to employ. I will fight with weapons I have won wars with My Lord. I have fought Wizards before and I will be prepared."
"Then it is settled. Undar tell Rapkip Tomak of the Challenge issued by Krakraw. We will settle this issue once and for all on the forty-sixth day of Uncrow. This spectacle shall be my gift to our people on this Holy Day and the entire clan shall bear witness to Krakraw's victory in the arena over the Human…" The stern and predatory face of the goblin King turned to his solider. "Or his complete failure and subjection or death."
"And the matter of Rapkip Tomaks request?"
"Assuming he survives, I will give the man-child his chance to speak if he will quell the bellyacheing of Krakraw. If for no other reason than to shut him up. Now these matters are resolved, leave me. I have Enemy clans to conquer and kill."
Both Goblins clasped their fists to their chests and bowed to their liege. As he walked through the doors of the Great Hall Undar sincerely hoped Harry Potter knew what he was doing because if he didn't it was unlikely he would live past the Challenge.
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Harry looked up from the projection that encased his left arm to the center of the table. The cut Grandidierite stone hovered a few inches off the surface being orbited by a much much smaller orange banded sardonyx stone. A thin arc of bluish-green energy could be seen connecting the smaller stone to the larger one periodically. Harry looked down at the projection surrounding his arm content so far with his work.
The blue-green holographic device had taken him hours to configure and complete to the stage he was at now. It covered him from hand to elbow like a bracer with a moving circle over his hand and under as well. His fingers were held rigidly splayed as if he was holding the bottom circle in his fingertips. With his arm held out before him he looked over every aspect of the device making sure everything was there that needed to be so. In his various shades he relied on a wide variety of tools for communication, protection, and scrying. It was incredibly cumbersome to say the least and walking around with all that gear on all the time was a dead giveaway he was up to something. However, this device would change all that for him. With this device he would be able to do away with keeping vials of the potion he used to make the incense sticks he used for looking at the Arithmancy and Runes of the wards he worked on or tried to crack. The scanning program he installed worked exactly like the spell he never could master. Massively time saving for him.
He allowed his eyes to track to the compass that rotated just above his hand. Again, a spell he didn't need to worry about anymore. Harry brought his right hand over the keyboard that sat just above his forearm and began typing on the key pad to bring up the runic equations that would allow him access to the storage mainframe. A screen extended from the left side of his forearm slightly tilted so he could see diagram perfectly. A few moments passed while he ran through the calculations again. Everything look the way it was supposed to.
"Alright… looks good so far…" He mumbled to himself as he finished.
Harry typed a few more sequences then held it over a book that rested on the table. It was his fourth hear History of Magic text. There erupted an almost undetectable whine and static like snow sparked over the book for a few moments before the bracer chimed and it all stopped. Harry returned his arm to in front of him while typing through the key pad again. A wide smile on his face when he saw that the scanning feature worked perfectly and the entire text of the book was right there on the screen for him to read.
"Wicked…" he breathed.
Harry spent a few minutes going through every text book he had from first to fourth scanning each one until they all were available to view on the small screen. If everything worked out he would be able to set up larger screens. Small screen worked when you were in the field but for home base lab research he was already considering larger workstations.
"Now let's see if it will cross reference and search…" He mumbled while typing a few key words into the data pad and waited to see if those functions came through correctly. He gave a whoop when they worked precisely to his design.
Harry looked back to the Matrix on the table noticing the near constant arc of energy between it and the smaller Sardonyx stone while he accessed the bracer. It looked almost like a tether as the little stone spun lazily around the much larger one. A quick check showed the power levels were well within design specifications and gave a nod of satisfaction that everything was working so well.
"Alright, let's try voice commands now…" Harry started before the door to his room opened admitting Winky.
He looked over the top of his glasses at the little elf. She must have been on Gardening duty because she was dressed in her yellow overalls and was carrying a small potted Hyacinth. The little purplish blue grape cluster looking plant shook a bit in her hands while Winky looked at her shuffling feet. "Um, Master Harry…"
"It's okay Winky. How can I help you today?" Harry inquired kindly.
"I's know we shouldn't interrupt Master Harry when he is working but his Missus Granger be wantings to talks to you…" she hesitantly explained.
Harry relaxed his fingers allowing the device to disappear. "That's okay Winky. Thank you for telling me. Go ahead and let her…" Harry got before Hermione rounded the corner looking rather cross. Directly behind her he could see Kreature peeking around the corner looking positively mutinous at the back of her. It was then he noticed Hermione's clothes looked a little out of place as if she'd been wrestling. Winky popped away almost immediately. Not even letting Harry finish his sentence. "…in, I guess. Er, Hey Hermione. What's up?"
"I've been trying to get in here for the last hour to talk to you. Do you know how long it took me to figure out Kreature put up a glamour over your door? Why would he do that anyways?" Hermione stopped her rant cold when her eyes fell on the massive priceless stone floating above the table.
Harry smiled at the flustered teen. "Most likely because I've been doing things I don't want people to know about." Harry looked at Kreature still standing just outside the door. "Lock the door would you please?"
"Happily Master. I will return when Dobby has finished preparing for the celebration. I will not be long as it is almost time." The old house elf croaked.
Harry looked back to the stunned girl in front of him while his room door was sealed. "Hermione?"
"Harry… what is that?" Hermione asked practically breathless.
He smiled. "It is rather eye catching eh?"
"That, Harry, is an understatement. Will you please explain to me why there is a stone that makes the Hope Diamond look like a creek pebble floating above your table?"
"Just a project I was working on." Harry stated evasively while removing the orbiting stone and putting both away into their protected wrappings. He wanted to trust her with what he was doing but he just couldn't yet. Maybe in time he could, but now was not it. Once both were stowed away in the sorcers trunk he looked back up to Hermione noticing her frown of displeasure at not having her question answered. He also noticed the Hogwarts letter in her hand and decided to deflect her with the Hagridfeint. It was every bit as tricky as the wrongskifient and just as likely to get him ploughed if he mistepped.
"Letters in I see."
"Don't you use the Hagridfeint with me Harry…"
Harry sighed. "I've already told you too much Hermione, and I wouldn't have told you anything if you hadn't already known about my condition. It's for the war effort. Let's leave it at that please."
"Okay, fine. But we are going to talk about his later and you will tell me about it. I told you last night I wanted to help. I wish you would let me. Here, it's your letter. Ms. Weasley asked me to deliver it since no one else could find you."
Harry took the letter while shaking his head. "We are not going to talk about it later so don't get your hopes up of corning me. Like I said, I've already told you too much as it is. Do you know what Legilimency is?"
At her shake of head and her confused look Harry explained. "It's an obscure old branch of mind magics. And no, theres no books on it that I know of and I've never been able to master it. I know, or knew a couple of Slytherins that know it though. Anyways it allows you, if you are skilled enough, to look into your targets mind. You get images, thoughts and such. If your good enough, you can sort of shift through the persons mind and see anything you want. It is usually done with a wand but I know of at least two people at Hogwarts who can do it wandlessly. Dumbledore, and Snape."
During his explanation Hermione was looking paler and paler but she looked positively outraged at the thought of Snape having that kind of power. "No…"
Harry nodded. "O yeah. The wankers pretty good at it actually. The key is to avoid eye contact, which is vital for the skill to work, without eye contact he would have to use his wand on you to get in. There's a counter called Occlumency, which I do know and will teach you so you can keep your mind safe. For your sake, and mine. When you learn it well enough to keep them out, well talk then." Hermione smiled gratefully at him while Harry opened the letter giving the book list a once over unimpressed. It all looked pretty much the same as the last seven times. He looked at Hermione noticing her look of disappointment. "No, I'm not Prefect. Ron is."
Hermione blinked. "How did…wait, you never made Prefect before?"
Harry snorted. "No. Dumbledore always choose Ron. Ron's first perk to being Harry Potters Friend. You earned yours, Ron walked onto it because Dumbledore wouldn't choose me. Bowing to the pressure of the Prophet and Ministry most likely."
"Harry that's not true… I'm sure Dumbledore thought he would do a good job as Prefect."
Harry shook his head again. "I hope your prepared to do the job alone Hermione. He's not going to be of much help. When it gets to be too much let me know, I'll see what I can do. People are afraid of that nutter Harry Potter. Could be useful to make the rebellious younger years toe the line."
"Harry! Now…"
"Master, the celebration is ready." Kreacher interrupted.
"Thank you." Harry turned back to Hermione. "A little party for you guys. Shall we?" He asked offering his arm enjoying the flustered look on her face.
Authors Note:
Thank you all for reading and Please Review. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. I would also like to thank everyone who added this story to alerts or favorites and for the reviews I have received not to mention how honored I am with the Fav Author hits. You are all appreciated. I haven't gotten the next couple of chapters back from my beta yet but I may still post them on here later and replace them with the finished replacements later.