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24

"Why does [everyone] stare at me like [they're] hungry?"

Harry was lying asleep on the floor by the fire in his father's office, lying over his book that Bonnie had bought him for Christmas. He found out from some clever research that Da Vinci happened to be a very clever wizard. The symbol wizards used to identify each other through their books was imprinted on Da Vinci's book, a bit smeared but still visible.

He had spent some days in his father's office while his army was out working on spells with some teachers Harry had asked to help out. So he stayed here where it was quiet to work on finding a spell to kill Voldemort. It was so much quieter in here now that his father, Sirius, Remus, and his mother were always out greeting new families who came to Hogwarts every day.

James came out of his bedroom quarters and yawned as he stepped out thinking of heading down to the kitchens for a midnight snack when he caught sight of his son still by the fire reading. "Harry shouldn't you–" At a closer look he noticed that Harry was asleep on his book, not reading it. He kneeled on the floor beside his son. The boy hadn't slept in two weeks; it was obvious he would fall asleep in front of a fire while reading. He gently stroked his hair back. "Come on Harry. Wake up. You've gotta get to your dorms to sleep."

"I'm not sleeping," Harry yawned, snuggling into his arm. "I'm working."

James smirked down at his sleeping son and gently picked him up. "Come on. You're lucky I asked for an extra room." He walked into the other room he had asked for just in case and gently set Harry down in the bed. He swept Harry's bangs out of his eyes and kissed his hair before leaving to go back to bed.

\-\

"Aww, he's so cute when he's sleeping," Bonnie said, kneeling beside Harry's bed. It was 1o:oo in the morning and Harry still hadn't woken up, which worried the others because Harry never slept in or forgot to give them their orders in the morning. So Bonnie offered to go look for him. James had told her he was still in his office and took her to Harry.

"Must we really wake him up?" James asked, knowing Lily wouldn't be very happy about it either. "He hasn't slept in two weeks. He needs rest."

"Yes, but he'll reject me from the army if I knew he was sleeping this long and didn't wake him up," Bonnie said. She pulled a Tootsie Roll out of her bag, unwrapped it, the crinkling paper making Harry shift. And the airy scent of the chocolate surrounded Harry and he shifted more and groaned in his sleep. "Harry," Bonnie sang, "wakie, wakieeeee."

"I'm awake," he groaned.

"Uh, uh, darling. You're still sleeping. Your eyes are closed."

"No, I'm reading. Go get me my book, I'll read it from behind my eye lids," he said, snuggling back into the pillow.

"Come on dear. You know the boys are helpless if you don't tell them what to do."

"So go tell them to run a lap around the school." He opened his eyes to see her still sitting there waiting for him to get up. "Fine. Go get Fish to get me some coffee."

"Alright," she said. She gave him a light kiss before standing up and leaving the room.

Harry sat up in bed and climbed off of it tiredly. He looked up at his father. "You let me fall asleep."

"I'm sorry. You were already asleep when I found you. And I couldn't bear to wake you. I'm a worried parent. When you haven't slept in a week and then finally give in to sleep, I have to leave you. It's my job."

"It's alright. It's just that now I'm drowsy." He stood off his bed and grabbed the Tootsie Roll Bonnie had left for him. "I have to go visit my minions now." James smiled. "Oh, by the way; how is mum? She's getting close to due date now isn't she?"

"Yeah, bad timing isn't it?"

"No. I'll make sure everything goes fine." Harry smiled and then left the office. He headed down the hall and was quickly beside Fish who handed him his cup of coffee. A lot of things had changed at school. Dorms were not dorms, unless you were the packs of Slytherins. They refused to share. Gryffindor tower had turned into Harry's training, planning, and sleeping grounds for his army and everyone else moved out. Having plainly outed himself, without making any public statement, Harry had basically admitted to everyone that he was running the show and the Daily Prophet was as close to the truth right now as the public was going to find in looking for an answer. So they all gave him space to run his plans and do what he needed. There had been more rooms spread out among the school and classrooms had been switched into dorms for visitors. Hogwarts had become the holding grounds for witches and wizards who couldn't go back home, or were afraid to go back home. Everyone was here who didn't live on a wizard street with barriers around their homes. It was surprising how many there were.

Any purebloods who were on the light side (ex: Potters, Weasleys…) were seeing Madam Pomfrey for calming draughts when they came in because they were the most freaked about the fact that they had been outed to the muggle public. Their secret revealed on a muggle television no less, which Draco claimed had no class toward wizard kind at all, and he actually declared that Voldemort was an idiot, which everyone caught but no one commented on.

Downstairs, in the Great Hall, all had grown larger. Dumbledore had spread the Great Hall and stretched it into an even greater one so as to fit more tables to fit more people. And the poor house elves were working non-stop. Though neither Hermione nor anyone who wanted to could complain since it was the only thing keeping things normal and standardized.

Harry and some other members of his army were wandering down the hall while Harry thought up in his head their training plan for the day. They had already scanned out the plan to no matter what Voldemort ended up doing, Harry even insisted on making plans on things the others thought would never happen no matter how strange this war was going. They had studied spells none had ever heard of; most way beyond seventh year, pre-auror or auror training, and some others that wouldn't hurt to practice on. They had went shopping to gather some extra weapons, military gear, and anything they saw that may help them out or caught their eye; all coming out of Harry's pocket money that he never used. "Everything turns out to have reason in the end," Harry had said.

"Harry!" a girl screamed from down the hall. They all turned to see Fish's sister running down the hall toward them. Long blond hair behind her flowing down to her shoulder in a pony-tail and deep blue eyes wearing jeans and a band T-shirt. Since she knew Harry and his fear of hugging she grabbed her brother instead and grabbed him into her arms showing just how much shorter he was compared to his model-tall sister.

"Sis, get off me. Let go," Fish groaned, pushing her off.

"Why are you so happy?" Harry asked her.

"Because, we've all been outed."

"We knew that, when did you find out?" Fish asked his sister as though she were the younger sibling.

She gave him a glare before turning back to Harry. "I knew. And I'm happy because… well look." She grabbed someone behind her and pulled her before them all. The group took a step back. "No, don't. She's decided she's okay with it."

Ann, her muggle friend, was such a dedicated friend to her that she would stay with Elizabeth (Fish's sister) even though there was a huge war going on between wizards and muggles and wizards against wizards.

"Well you get a hug," Harry smiled. He pulled Ann, who was shorter then him, into a small hug and she smiled at him.

"Why don't I get a hug?" Elizabeth asked.

"Because you're not giving into the community while the rest of your human counterparts are trying to kill us."

Elizabeth sulked quietly for a moment. "Well Ann and I have to go. We're going to go eat. I've been wandering the streets trying not to get us killed for two days. Her parents wouldn't let me into the house. Oh and Fish," she said, turning to her brother, "our parents have gone ballistic and sober. They've joined the dark side with Harry's aunt and uncle." She looked up at Harry. "Sorry, but they never liked you."

Harry just shrugged.

"So there's no going back there till the wars over. Maybe not after either, they obviously hate us. But I'll get an apartment and you can live with me. Kay bro?"

"Yeah."

"Well we're going to go eat. Have to build up strength to keep our sights high. Come on Ann," she said, taking her friend's hand as they skipped down the stairs toward the Great Hall.

Harry looked to Fish. "You alright?"

"Yeah. It was bound to happen. My parents never liked us when they were sober. So make up your mind on what we're doing today."

"Um. I don't know. We could run more laps if you're all that bored."

Everyone groaned.

"Oh come on. You all love your laps."

"When we didn't run them as often and as long," someone complained.

"Well if no one can think of anything better—"

"Harry!"

"Hasn't anyone ever heard of a nice calm greeting?" Harry asked himself before turning around. It was an odd site. The Prime Minister was walking quickly toward him, his own bodyguard cronies not leaving his side even while heading into a wizard school where they were afraid someone would attack them. They looked scared and helpless but they were still there. And then the Minister of Magic was walking as quick paced as he could behind him followed by slow body guards with quick wands. "Hello sir," Harry greeted back calmly, once he was close enough.

"Harry my boy," he said, almost out of breath. "I would have got here sooner but your Minister can't apparate into Hogwarts just outside it. I must apologize to Tim and Tom for criticizing their apparating." He turned to them. "It was wonderful boys." They both nodded and he turned back to Harry. "Might I have a word with you?"

"Go ahead."

The Minister looked around him at all the watchful eyes who were watching him, even though he was Bonnie's father, as though he were going to attack their leader.

"Daddy," Bonnie spoke up. "Don't you have better things to do at the moment? We are at war. Did you forget?"

"No. That's why I wanted to speak to Harry. Could I speak to you alone Harry?" he asked.

"Oh come out with it Price, we don't have time for this," Scrimmaguer said angrily.

"If you want to handle the ticking time bomb go right ahead. No reference to you Harry," he said, turning to him, then back to the Minister.

"Did you want something, from me, sirs," Harry asked.

"Yes," Scrimmaguer said, shoving Price out of the way to face Harry. "You see, Price here has it in his head that everyone has to listen to you because they want to. So he wants you to stand in front of the world and make a statement to the public for him."

"For me? You're the one who made everything worse," Cameron said, angrily. "Using magic against them to protect yourself after you insulted their intelligence. Real way to gain their respect. How did you win votes again?"

"Look Price, this is no time to fight about this."

"No it isn't," Harry interrupted. They both quieted, looking like two ashamed children who had been bickering over a toy. "Now what's going on?"

Cameron took the lead. "Well you know how all the muggles are going on riots and what not? Well I've been trying to get them all to calm down, sending out the army and everything to do whatever they have to, to stop the madness and nothing is helping. People are rebelling against our own army calling them wizards. So we thought that maybe you could help. Because you know, and you can't deny it, when you get in front of a crowd, everyone shuts their mouths and listens to every word you say. And it doesn't really matter if they actually listen to you or not just if they're calm for about fifteen minutes so we can work out a plan or keep them calm for that long at least."

"You think the muggle population is going to listen to a 16-year old wizard?"

"I know you don't believe what everyone else sees but please," Cameron said.

"You have to at least try," Scrimmaguer added.

"I don't have to do anything," Harry said, liking Scrimmaguer less every second.

"Okay. Could you please try?" Cameron asked.

Harry thought about it for a second. If he was going to work on something today it mine-as-well be calming muggles. He sighed. "Fine. Just let me get myself prepped for a public appearance." He looked himself over. "Okay, let's go. Fish, Ron, come with me. Bonnie, give everyone something to do."

"Like what? You couldn't even think of something."

"I don't care. Make them run laps. Go play Quidditch." He kissed Bonnie's cheek and then followed the Prime Minister down the corridor with Fish and Ron walking behind him like bodyguards. The Minister of Magic didn't look very happy but he turned to the others. "It'll be all over the news if you can find some way to watch it," he said before turning to leave with his own bodyguards that he didn't need here because nobody in the hallway at the moment even liked him.

\-\

They were all moved into a limo, bodyguards in a separate one, besides Ron and Fish who Harry insisted sit with him, even though the Minister of Magic told him guards stayed in the other limo so they could talk.

"They're not guards," Harry said. "They're my best friends. They're staying." And whatever Harry wants, Harry gets. He looked up at Cameron. "What am I supposed to say to everyone? Why do I have the power to make everyone shut up instead of someone else?"

Cameron leaned forward in his seat. "I don't think you understand yet, but you draw people to you. They can't help but follow you.

"Understand Harry, they follow out of their own free will. Not obligation, fame, or fear, like Voldemort inspires. You have to understand that people make their own decisions. You do not control their actions, as they do not control yours.

"For one so touched by death and pain, you have a remarkable amount of love to give and you inspire the same in others for yourself. It is a gift both rare and powerful, but I think you are one who can use it wisely."

"That was a beautiful speech sir, why don't you talk to the people?"

"For the reasons I have just explained to you," he said, leaning back in his seat.

"I've never made a speech to a huge group of people."

"What about Sober Day when you start off the dinner," Fish said, "or that time you had to talk about your painting when it was sent to that museum, or that time—"

"Okay, but that wasn't the entire population of the planet of both muggle and witch and anything else that inhabits the earth and is few feet from a television, radio, broadcast system or the place I'm making my speech."

"You'll do fine Harry. Just make sure to speak clearly and not get too pale or you might turn translucent."

"Ha ha, why didn't I take Bonnie with me?"

"Because she wouldn't be able to comfort you with her father in the car," Fish smiled. Harry smacked his forehead and looked away from Cameron. He slowly moved to the back of the limo to think over what he was going to say.

\-\

"Alright now Harry, everyone down there is mobbing so you might have to yell to get their attention at first. Reporters might be the only ones paying attention at first," Cameron said.

Harry nodded. In front of the building outside, was a large platform heading out to the mobbing muggles in the center of London in the same place Voldemort had outed wizard kind over the television. He plucked up all his Gryffindor courage and his "natural warrior strength" that came to him with his powers in will of the prophecy, that he had often used in those such places Fish had mentioned before; and he headed forward toward the roaring crowd he would have to tame into silence just so they would hear the things he was about to say. And they might not even want to hear it.

He stepped up to the podium and the first thing he heard among the crowd was the untamed uproar. Harry was supposed to talk now. Fish pushed him forward a little and he became conscious again. "Wow," he mumbled to himself, but it came out quietly through the microphone to all the listeners below him. At the soft, wondrous tone of his voice the hushed roar of the mass below faded slowly to a curious silence. They were all staring up at him, waiting for something.

\-\

Bonnie and the others made their way into the Great Hall where everyone had gathered for lunch. The whole hall was loud while talking over lunch having no idea what was going on. Bonnie stepped onto the Gryffindor table and yelled "SHUT UP!" till everyone was silent and staring at her. "We all have to watch the television at the moment. Harry's making a statement to everyone." Tim pressed a button on his cell phone and directed it to the center of the room and everyone turned to watch as Harry came up on a large projected screen. All the crowd watching to hear what he had to say to them.

\-\

"For centuries, since the beginning of man kind, there has been a separation of two species of human beings: Muggles and Wizards. Not anymore.

"If you need someone to tell you, a lot of you have no right to be acting like this. Most of you, have been living next to wizards and witches or squibs for most of your lives. They've been your favorite neighbors or your best friend. Just because we happen to carry a wand doesn't make us any different from you. You all just make it such a big deal that it becomes one. We've all been living on the same streets, same cities, same towns, same continents and some of us in the same houses; for millions of years. Beating each other up and trying to murder one-another because you think they're a wizard is stupid. It's like coming out from under a rock and saying "oh my god, war is now part of human nature." Just because we're able to do magic doesn't make you any different from the people around you beside that fact. I should know. I lived with muggles, my relatives; till I was eleven years old and they thought I was a piece of shit for being what I was. But what do they know? To them, and to you, I'm a freak. But to everyone in the wizarding world, I'm a national icon. I'm supposed to save the world from this very war no doubt. My job is to, what many in my world have taken to know as truth for a while now, to defeat the very man who made this whole mess a colossal outburst of hate. I'm supposed to save you people while you're all claiming your hate for my people. Well it's no huge surprise seeing as these things always seem to happen. But you should hardly hate us. Sure we've been keeping this huge secret but it's not like we did anything to you. We've never used our power against you, until now. But that wasn't us. The man you saw killing people in the street not but a month ago was an evil, not even human, wizard who is a threat to us as well as you.

He's just trying to be cocky and take over the world. Show how much more powerful he is than me. It's happened before but it's not on a record that anyone can read. He wants to show how powerful he is to everyone so you lose faith and so that you can distract us… or me. But he's not all that powerful to tell the truth. He's a coward. He let himself be known like he did because he feeds off the way you all react: In fear, and apprehension. He's just watching us all as everyone falls apart and having a big old laugh (if he can do that). This is like a big joke to him because it comes at no cost to him. It's his large inside joke with his cronies that they'll laugh at together as it results in the death of half the world and then most likely the enslavement of the other.

And even though I'm only sixteen, and I'm a wizard, I've been a strange child since before I realized it. I've been training to fight this man since I was five years old. At first I wanted to take over the world so I could give it over to the people but then I just wanted to save it. So if you all want to murder each other, act like animals, and be stupid; you're just making his job easier and mine harder. I have to save you all from this one guy who has the power to kill you all easily. I don't have the time to save you from yourselves to.

"So go right ahead. But if you would like the chance at living, maybe letting my friends and I live and maybe making this war a little easier on me, I suggest you stop fighting and maybe… head to a church or a Synagogue or wherever you go according to your religion. Just stay out of my way. Or you could go ahead and help Voldemort and inadvertently get yourself killed. All government officials should contact the Prime Minister if they have questions.

"So as my closing statement I must say, if you want to live, you'll all learn to get along. Thank you."

He walked away from the podium and everyone was completely silent as he walked away back to Ron and Fish and sat down. "Please kill me now. I just ruined my reputation in front of the whole world. This is why I stay silent. My big speechy mouth and I had to keep talking. I should have told them to stop fighting and then walked away."

"Harry you did fine. It's still quiet. That's got to mean something."

"Oh yeah." Harry put his face in his hands and slouched over his knees.

Cameron went back out to the podium and then came back out with a smile and kneeled down before Harry so they were eye to eye. "Harry, you have nothing to worry about. I just went out there and they don't seem upset. In fact, they're all bowing."

Harry's head snapped up to look at him. "Bowing?"

"Yep. If you were down there they would probably kiss your robes. Told you. Now, I have to go talk politics with some politicians that are sure to be on their way. I'll have a car ready for you to take you back to Hogwarts. Unless you'd rather apparate."

"We'll just apparate. But sir…" Cameron stopped and waited. "If you have a minute, I need to speak with you. It won't take long."

Cameron thought for a second but nodded. "I still have time before they come. They have to take planes. We'll talk in my office."

They walked through the Ministry, passing all the high ranks of the government in Britain. Everyone was staring at Harry as he passed and then got down on their knees to bow to him. Harry looked around confused.

He leaned back slightly to Fish. "Why are they all bowing to me?"

"Because you're going to save them. They're showing their respect."

Harry nodded to them in thanks until they got to Cameron's office. He walked in and opened the door for Harry. Harry turned to Ron and Fish who were following him in. "You both stay out here and wait. I won't take long."

They both sighed and sat down on the floor in the hallway.

Harry then followed Cameron into the office. "Take a seat Harry," Cameron said, sitting behind his desk. Harry sat down on the other side. His office looked a bit like it did at home, only slightly larger, definitely messier and his desk held multiple photos of his daughter and his wife. Harry picked up one of the photos of Bonnie when she was seven years old at her first Communion, wearing her white dress that was designed in the fashion of a wedding dress. What a coincidence, Harry thought. She was being held up by her father, both with huge smiles on their faces and her mother standing beside them with a large smile.

"Harry?" Harry looked up at Cameron. "You wanted to speak to me about something?" he asked, taking the picture from him.

"Right. Well sir, you know how much I love Bonnie don't you?" Cameron nodded. "Well, I do love her. Very much. When we were eleven and you had taken her away from me, I felt like I had almost died. You know that she was always more then a friend to me. And always more then just an army member. She was my best friend; she is my best friend. I could never go on without her."

"What are you getting to here Harry? Or St. Jimmy."

"Harry's fine actually. Sir, what I'm getting at is that I deeply love your daughter. And I would do anything for her and would never let any harm come to her, you know that. I want; as I'm sure you do, for only her happiness. So what I would like to ask you, sir, is if you would give me your blessing to ask for your daughter's hand in marriage."

Cameron sat stunned for a second. "Harry, you're sixteen."

"I know," he said, as though this had occurred to him to. "But I don't plan to purpose until after the war and by time that happens we'll be near our seventeenth birthdays so the wedding won't be util after we're actually of age."

Cameron nodded. "How long have you been thinking this over?"

"Not long actually. I guess I always knew I wanted to marry her…" he trailed off.

"Harry, I know you love her, and I know she loves you to. She has since she met you. She'd kill me for telling you but on the day of her communion, I caught her up in her bedroom, dancing in her dress talking about her future wedding with the great St. Jimmy. And when I told her we were leaving she was so upset. She told me that if we could only wait a few more days you would finally realize how much you loved her. She was so jealous of all those girls you used to date when you were little. She always told me, "It's not serious with them. We're only 7… 8…9…10…11." She'd always wanted so much more then to be St. Jimmy's "pet," as you called her, right?" Harry smiled. "She's always loved you Harry: Whether you were St. Jimmy, her St. Jimmy, or Harry; whether you lived a million miles away or right down the street or even in the room next door or sitting in the hospital without your aunt and uncle. She loved you with and without your faults." Harry lowered his head. "Which is why… I'm going to give you my blessing, to marry my daughter."

Harry looked up at him. "You are?"

"Yes I am. Because I know you, and I know you can and will take care of her. Even if you didn't have money I know you would find a way to make sure she had everything she wanted in life. And I know what she wants most in life is you. But you better know that I'll be making sure that you take really good care of my daughter."

"Yes sir. Of course."

"Do you have a ring?"

"I plan to go buy it. There shouldn't be too many problems now that everyone likes me."

Cameron smiled. He stood up, indicating the end of the meeting. "I'm sure you and Bonnie will be very happy together. You'll be one very rich couple, and very famous as well."

Harry laughed slightly. "Thank you so much sir. I promise to keep her happy for as long as I live."

"I trust you will. I look forward to you being my son-in-law."

"I'm sure my father's looking forward to it as well," Harry smiled. Cameron laughed. "Don't tell him I said that."

"I won't. Now go shopping or finish training or whatever and leave me to the blood sucking politicians who will in no doubt be questioning me about my relations with my witch wife and daughter." Harry smiled sympathetically as they walked to the door.

"I'm sure I will see you soon sir."

"I'm sure you will." He smiled and opened the door as Harry left. He waved goodbye as he headed down the hall, Ron and Fish quickly standing to follow behind him.

"Come on you two. We're going shopping."

\-\

Harry and the other two apparated out of the building from the Minister's floor since Harry didn't feel like walking outside past everyone who was going to bow at his feet. They apparated into muggle London and to a very personal shopping sight where there were hardly any people to bother them. He walked into one of the best jewelers in England and was prepared to buy Bonnie a perfect engagement ring.

"Harry, may I ask what we're doing in the middle of a jewelry store when we should be back at Hogwarts training?" Fish asked.

"Looking for a ring," Harry said obviously, walking up to the counter where a man was looking skeptical at him. "Hello. I'm looking for an engagement ring," Harry said, looking into the case.

"Sir, you're sixteen," the man said to Harry, as Ron and Fish behind him were smiling knowingly.

"Yes, but I'll be seventeen in a few months and I've already received the father's consent, so if you would please sell me a ring, thank you. And please don't ask if I have the money, do you really think I would come in here if I didn't?"

"Yes sir," the man said quickly, and Harry thought he finally realized who was standing before him.

Harry turned to the other two. "Gotta use your power for something," he sighed as the two were silently laughing. "What? It wasn't funny."

"You're going to propose?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, so?"

"Harry, we knew it would happen but do you really think this is the right time?" Fish asked seriously.

"I'm not going to purpose now? I'm going to do it after the war."

The two boys sighed and Harry rolled his eyes and turned back to pick out a ring.

\-\

When they got back to Hogwarts Harry apparated straight to the commons, first to put away the ring in his trunk and so he didn't have to see everyone right away. He then went straight to his father's office still expecting to see him there. And what a surprise.

"Wow, we're so special we don't even knock anymore," Sirius joked, while he stood up. He walked over quickly and pulled Harry into a tight hug. "That was a beautiful speech Harry. You made your mother cry."

"You all saw it?" Harry asked as Sirius set him back on the floor and let go.

"Of course we did. Your friend Tim… or Tom; still can't tell them apart, they did something with their celly-phone things and made a big screen come up in the Great Hall and we all got to watch you make your great speech. You know that first line is going to be your great quote of the century."

"I was so nervous I can hardly remember what I said," Harry sighed, sliding down the wall, thinking over all the people in the Great Hall listening to him make a fool out of himself.

"It wasn't bad Harry. It was a great speech. And everyone in the Great Hall was following suit with the muggles to. It was so cool. Everyone bowing to you like a God. It's great."

"That's not great. I haven't even done anything yet. What will they do when I actually kill Voldemort? Kneel at my feet and kiss my robes like I'm Merlin?"

"I don't think Merlin saved wizard and muggle worlds. So you'll be a bigger commodity then anything in the world. I bet you'll get a statue," Sirius said.

"I think you found your way to be knighted now," James smiled.

Harry sighed. "I don't want a statue." He looked up at his dad. "Maybe I'll kill Voldemort and we can tell everyone that it was you who killed him," he told his dad.

"Sorry, but I still wear glasses and I don't wear tight pants, I'm not as short as you and not nearly as skinny."

"Nobody will be there during the fight."

"Harry, you deserve the fame. Be grateful."

"Fine. But I did come here for a reason other then to talk about my big speech," he said standing up. "But I only need to talk to dad so… the rest of you need to leave."

"Oh fine. Just kick us out," Sirius said, pretending to be hurt while heading to the door. Remus followed shaking his head and patting Harry's shoulder.

"Mum that means you to."

"Whatever you can tell your father you can tell me," Lily said determinedly.

"Fine. You both might want to sit down though."

They both sat down slowly wondering what they were about to discuss.

"Okay. Now, you don't have to worry because I've already spoken to her father and gotten permission and everything so there's nothing holding me back except the fact that I want you're blessing to. After the war… I'm going to ask Bonnie to marry me and I wanted to ask for your blessing."

They both sat stunned for a moment before James was the first to talk. "Her father gave you his blessing to marry his sixteen-year-old daughter?"

"Yes. I asked him when I was at the Ministry. He said he was very excited to see me as his son-in-law."

"I'm sure he was, you're about to save the world."

"Dad, don't be jealous."

"I'm not jealous! I'm just pointing out the obvious."

"Do I have your blessing or not?"

"As much as I think you are still too young I guess you do deserve to be as happy as you can. So yes, you have my blessing. As long as it makes you happy."

"Thank you." He leaned down and pulled his father into a hug.

"And you didn't even want my blessing?" Lily asked angrily, interrupting the hug.

"Mum, it's not that I didn't want it, it's just that usually you get it from the father, you know?"

"Not when you're asking your own parents?"

"Fine. Mom, do I have your blessing as well?"

"Of course honey," she said, pulling him into her own hug.

"And you should both be happy that I'm at least waiting till after the war to propose so we should both be around seventeen when we have the wedding."

"Well that's comforting. When should I be expecting grandchildren?" Lily asked, pulling away.

"Mum! You're having your own baby!"

"When will I be expecting grandchildren?" she growled.

"You won't be. Unless we adopt or something, which won't be for a very long time. Bonnie can't have kids, some disease she got as a baby or something that made her barren or whatever. It's not my place to tell but you asked…."

"Oh that poor thing," Lily said. "You'll be adopting because I want grandchildren, you got it?"

"Can't you spoil your own children?"

"Yes, and then I can spoil yours. I want to be a young grandmother."

"Fine. I'll talk to Bonnie about it after we're married and I hit the age of twenty-five, okay?"

"Fine."

"I have to go now. What have Bonnie and the others been doing while I was gone?"

"I think they're still on the Quidditch field," James said.

"Alright. I'll see you later," he said, heading to the door. "Thanks again."

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For the next week, Harry spent most of his time in the room of requirements or the library that was left empty for him by order of Madam Pince and Dumbledore so that Harry could study and search for the war. He had made up a training schedule for Fish so that he could run the practices while Harry was busy. It was all going well, besides the annoying bowing every time Harry passed someone, and as planned until the very fateful day Harry got his next letter. And last.