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Awakening

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"Good afternoon, sir." Jor-El said as the top and sides of the healing pod retracted into the base, leaving Harry lying on what had effectively become a padded table.

"Jor-El… my everything hurts…"

"As expected, sir." Jor-El replied to Harry's almost-silent whisper. "The healing-pod could only aid with the physical rebuilding and the basic psionic-energy remodulation. I am afraid that the only way to complete your healing is food, rest and solar energy. Please try not to move."

"…How's SssSthss?"

"Her bruises have almost healed and the seventy-six damaged scales will soon no longer be an issue since she is approaching a Shedding Day."

Harry let out a sigh of relief at the news. "Good. The others?"

"Lord Black, Seneschal Lupin, Albus Dumbledore and Director Bones are all alive and have completed their recovery periods. Tom Riddle, Gellert Grindlewald and Peter Pettigrew did not survive the battle while Bartemius Crouch Junior was captured, interrogated, tried and executed. It has been confirmed that all of Riddle's Soul Anchors have been destroyed while notes found in the mansion indicate that no more could be created for several more months."

"Then… it's over? It's finally over?"

"Lord Black has confirmed that the Prophecy Orb has gone dark, sir. All indications are that the threat has been permanently neutralized."

Harry smiled and closed his eyes. Several minutes later, Herriet popped into the sickbay and placed her hand on her Master's wrist, vanishing with him in another almost-silent pop. Once she was gone, floating drones began the process of ensuring that the healing pod was fully sterilized and ready for if it needed to be used again.

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SssSthss opened one eye slightly as a weight suddenly appeared. Turning her head, she looked down at where Harry was lying on one of her coils with two more acting as barriers to prevent him from sliding or rolling off.

"Master Potter needs to sleep in the sunlight." Herriet whispered and SssSthss gave a slight nod to show that she understood. As the House-Elf vanished again, SssSthss lay her head down and relaxed in the warmth of the greenhouse once more.

All was finally right with the world.

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"How will we ever repair this place?" Molly sighed as she looked at the half-tumbled Mansion. "Just sourcing the materials will be expensive…"

"That won't be a problem, Miss Weasley." The witch escorting the Weasley matriarch smiled. "Lord Black has vowed to meet all reasonable construction costs and Seneschal Lupin had an interesting idea, one which we believe will work."

Molly half-turned to give the representative of Cavern Domociles a quizzical look.

"Due to the magic-reliant nature of The Burrow, one of our people suggested we could transfer the rooms across and integrate them into the rebuilding work that needs doing. That way, you would be quite literally moving house."

"I think my brothers would have appreciated that joke." Molly sighed wistfully, looking at the mansion without really seeing it. "…alright. If Arthur agrees, then do it… but I'll miss the orchard…"

"The orchard from the Burrow can be integrated there." The Witch motioned to the large area where the trees had been reduced to shattered stumps and broken branches by the impact of something huge.

Molly gave a long sigh. "Let me call Arthur."

"Call me for what?"

Molly smiled as her husband stepped up beside her and pulled her into a one-armed hug.

"Planning where to put the furniture in our new home, are we, Mollywobbles?"

Molly giggled as she relaxed into his embrace.

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"What's wrong?"

Luna sighed as she looked at the Teachers Table where Remus Lupin had just sat down, putting his cane to one side.

"I just feel guilty." She admitted. "So many people died because of me…"

"It wasn't because of you, it was because of Riddle." Neville pulled Luna into a one-armed hug and let her rest her head against his shoulder. "You may have led us to him, but he was the one who started it all."

"How did you find them, anyway?" Hermione asked from across the table.

"I was looking at a photo of my mother and some of her friends when I recognized the hill in the background as one being fairly near us." Luna said quietly. "I checked with the records Daddy keeps and worked out where the house should have been. I thought it would be a good present to the Weasleys to get the house that Molly's brothers were building."

"It was a brilliant idea." Neville reassured her. "The fact it didn't turn out how you thought it would wasn't your fault."

Luna nodded, but everyone could tell that she didn't believe Neville.

"Change of subject." Ginny declaired. "Neville, well done for getting onto the team."

"Well, I think it was a bit of a stretch, but I managed to hang in there." Neville joked, causing Luna to snort with soggy laughter before trying to slap his chest. "Violent girl."

"Your fault for monkeying around." Ginny sniggered, then she ducked as Luna tried to dope-slap her.

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"That was delicious." Harry sighed in repletion as he leant back against SssSthss' coils. "Thanks, Gilligan."

The House Elf popped into view and bowed, before vanishing along with the small table and the crockery that had been on it.

"Jor-El, any updates I should be aware of?"

The holographic avatar of the Kryptonian AI shimmered into existence.

"The Wizengamot is debating whether to award you an Order of Merlin, First Class, for your confirmed victory over Tom Riddle. Luna Lovegood is also in line for one after she slew Gellert Grindelwald as he tried to escape. At the behest of Lord Black, the families of those who died during the battle are being awarded the equivalent of three years Elite Auror salary.
"On a related matter, Professor Flitwick, Heir Longbottom and Miss Weasley are all going to be awarded an Order of Merlin, Third Class each for their actions in providing reinforcements and Miss Granger is in line for an Order of Merlin, Second Class for the demise of Peter Pettigrew who was attempting to flee the battlefield.
"The debate about the legal status of the Obscurials is still in progress, although both sides have agreed that the matter is somewhat academic since the individuals in question are not residing within the Ministry of Magic's jurisdiction. The main proponant for the enforcement of the Obscurial Control Law is Lord Runcorn, who has repeatedly called for all five to be executed."

"Runcorn… Runcorn…" Harry mused. "Nope, don't recognise the name. Who is he?"

"Lord Albert Runcorn is the cousin of the deceased Lord Burke and inherited the Wizengamot Seat when Lord Burke died at the Battle of Little Hangleton. Records indicate that Lord Burke was the second human casualty of the battle, the first being Lord Malfoy."

"Did I kill him?" Harry frowned.

"No. Lord Burke was slain by Professor Flitwick. Runcorn is aware of this fact, but has chosen not to take any action against Professor Flitwick."

"I certainly wouldn't want to face him in a real battle." Harry admitted with a rueful chuckle. "I still remember how he kicked my ass, Neville's, Hermione's and Tonks' all at once using little more than the Magesaber which he had just learned. He may be retired from the field, but he's still incredibly dangerous."

"Noted, sir." Jor-El commented.

"Back to Runcorn." Harry said as he wriggled slightly to settle more comfortably against SssSthss' coils. "He may be a problem in the future. Give me an overview of him."

"Very good, sir." As Jor-El spoke, a picture formed of a tallish, dark-haired man. "Lord Albert Runcorn, born 1972. Attended Hogwarts and was Sorted into Slytherin. Pureblood. Current occupation, Ministry of Magic, Department For The Regulation And Control of Magical Creatures, Office of Misinformation.
"Social information. Not a member of the Peacock's Rest. Not a member of the Slug Club. Supporter of the Chudley Cannons…"

Harry closed his eyes as Jor-El worked his way through the available information.

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"Thank you for seeing us." Draco smiled at their visitor. To his left, Narcissa sat taking notes, ready to quietly advise and prompt him if needed while to his left, Theodore Nott was trying (and mostly succeeding) to hide his disgruntlement. "I must admit that I am quite a fan of the Cannons, Mr Dorkins."

"Please, call me Ragmar." The heavyset man in orange robes beamed at him.

"Then I would be honored if you would call me Draco." Narcissa gave her son a small smile of approval as he spoke. "I must ask, how is my friend Flint getting on?"

"Oh, he's amazing!" Ragmar almost chirped. "He's arranged for us to get better equipment, the most modern brooms… he's even changed the training so that we're actually winning matches again!"

"I am very happy to hear that." Draco almost purred as Theodore somehow managed not to scowl. "However, I was wondering if I could engage in a little business transaction with you."

Dorkins raised a quizzical eyebrow and motioned for Draco to continue.

"With the resurgence of the Cannons, your stadium is becoming rather crowded once again." Draco began, sliding a folder across to the older man and motioning for him to open it. "Given how Chudley is hemmed in somewhat by the muggle towns of Chudleigh Knighton and Heathfield, finding a place to expand is somewhat… problematic. Yes?"

Dorkins looked down at the map in front of him, then nodded slowly.

"As it turns out, the Malfoy Family owns a small farm in that general area, one which no longer is tenanted after the last inhabitant died of old age a decade ago." Draco gave a slight shrug. "Its relatively small size means that it is not viable for use as a food-production area at this time. It would cost too much relative to how much it could bring in."

"Are you suggesting…?" Dorkins trailed off and Draco smiled.

"Indeed I am, Mr Dorkins. The next page shows the plans for the new Chudley Cannons Stadium. I licensed the design from Evans Enterprises, with some modifications to increase the number of available seats, stands and stores as well as improving the changing areas. You will also note that a full dormitory area is included for times when training goes late and extensive office space has also been incorporated as you undoubtedly will need it given how your fanbase is increasing once more."

Dorkins nodded almost absently as he perused the plans, then he looked up. "And the cost?"

"A simple straight trade. Once the Pitch has been completed to both your satisfaction and passes a full structural inspection by a Gringotts-Approved firm, the Cannons simply move across and I get the pleasure of owning some truly wonderful history… and hopefully a slight lowering of costs if I put in a few of my own shops. Needless to say, this is totally dependent on your approval."

"I… don't see any catches…" Dorkins admitted.

"I will be happy to swear under Veritaserum that there are no catches." Draco replied, earning a surprised look. "As I said, I am quite a fan."

"You must be." Ragmar agreed. "In that case, assuming that the new pitch is suitable, I am happy to agree."

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"And done." Draco smirked at the door through which Ragmar Dorkins had departed. "He really thinks that he got he best of that deal."

"I can't believe that you did that!" Theodore burst out. "Dad spent decades trying to grab that mine and you just… just… AAARGH!"

"Making the new Pitch will be quite expensive." Narcissa commented and Draco laughed.

"Please, we could pay for it out of petty cash if we needed and this way, we get a great deal of publicity for our company, very profitable locations for our restaurants and Quidditch shops… and loads of Mage-Quartz to sell to the Goblins and Warders for obscene amounts of money that will help us expand further, maybe even claiming the largest share of the market for ourselves. In short, we win."

"We do indeed." Narcissa agreed, smiling proudly. "We do indeed."

Theodore ground his teeth in impotent rage.