A/N: Wheee! Back! Listen, I apologize for not updating in so long. I got really sick, really fast, and we had to move around a lot. Sorry! …Not sorry for the previous A/N though. Your faces! HA!! XP Anyways, R&R like always. Oh, and thank you to Kingdark for pointing out that the word Pheonix was supposed to be Phoenix. ~_~ I feel smart…NOT! Evil not-working spell-check… *Grumble-grumble*
Wizard: O_o o_O *Backs away* … *Slowly*
Rage: … (Snicker)
Giovanni: This is why we all believe in a thing like School.
Harry: How does school have anything to do with this?!
Giovanni: If you don't go to school, Harry, you'll end up like the author.
Harry: O_O …Oh…
Author: HEY! I'm not that bad!
Everyone else: (Disbelieving looks)
Author: …Fine, maybe I AM that bad… (Sulks) I'm gonna find a kitten and cuddle. IT wont make fun of me! ^Sniffle^
A/N2: Okay, a special thanks to ReflectionsOfRealityfor expanding my knowledge in Murphy's Law. And it has been requested that I get rid of my Muses dialog. I understand their reasons, but people seem to like my random muse-interaction, so I'll make it a vote.
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AGAINST Muses - 0
PLEASE VOTE!!
"People Talking"
"Pokémon Talking"
Thoughts
PokeDex Talking
PokeGaze Talking
Chapter Fifty-One
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They stayed at Brocks for dinner (Lasagna and Mashed potatoes with corn-on-the-cob) before heading home. Harry was so tired he fell asleep on Giovanni. The business man didn't mind, wrapping and arm around the almost-eleven-year-olds shoulder and hugging him gently. He smiled slightly and kissed Harry's forehead lovingly.
"Awwww!" Lyn and Heather whispered, giggling. Ric wrinkled his nose.
"Gag me," he muttered; Heather gave him a considering look. "What?!" he demanded, unnerved. The blue-haired girl merely smirked.
"Didn't think you swung that way, is all," she replied with heavy innocence. Giovanni had to clamp his mouth shut to keep from laughing. His silent shaking made Harry sleepily smack him on the chest.
"Stop movin," the ten-year-old muttered fuzzily. "M'tryin' ta sleep." Lyn and Heather giggled some more, and Ric snickered softly. When they finally got to Sarah and Marks, Giovanni obligingly carried the exhausted ten-year-old in. Sarah smiled, kissed Giovanni's cheek and Harry's forehead, before taking Mary and Charlie to their room, the two having refused to go to bed until Harry got home. Mark stayed long enough to make sure everyone had plenty of blankets and pillows, before he left for his own bed.
Giovanni sat in the only chair for a while afterward, just listening to the children breath. He looked at them, and smiled slightly. They're all like a Team all by themselves, he thought with amusement. The follow a code of conduct, report to a leader, and deal with Pokémon. Maybe… Suddenly, he stood and went to the kitchen, pulling a notebook and ball-point-pen from his briefcase. For the rest of the night, Giovanni planned and wrote.
With Dumbles…
He'd finally escaped the Mental Ward! It had taken weeks, but he had done it! Now he stood in a Muggle Hotel room, and plotted. He had to find the Potter brat, and he had to put his plans back into play. He'd have to make the world believe that he'd saved the brat, make them trust him again. And make them give him his damn Lemon Drops!
Grumbling about the evil of stealing his candy, Albus Dumbledore, once the most powerful man in the Wizarding World, sat down in an old recliner, and brainstormed while watching Teletubies.
Back with Harry…
Harry and Scorch entered the kitchen the next morning, to find Giovanni nursing what seemed like his tenth cup of Super Strong Coffee, black with no sugar. The Charmeleon and psychic shared a look, before shrugging and starting on breakfast. Giovanni looked up from his work long enough to ask for hashbrowns, before going back to scribbling whatever notes he was scribbling. Harry smiled slightly; amused despite the fact that his soon-to-be father had spent a sleepless night working on something that was most likely about him.
Shaking his head, Harry decided it was best if he just cooked and said nothing.
"You dad is odd, Harry," the Fire-Type said as he cooked bacon; Harry hummed in agreement, pouring pancake mix into the waffle-maker, before closing it and stirring the hashbrowns.
"Grab some sausages out of the freezer, will you?" Harry asked; Scorch nodded, going to the freezer and pulling out two boxes of sausages. Harry pointed with a spatula to a heating and waiting pan and the Charmeleon obligingly poured the twenty-four sausages in. He'd help keep an eye on them as he continued to cook bacon.
It took Harry and Scorch forty-five minutes of cooking before the others began to sleepily trickle in. Mark stumbled in wearing nothing but his boxers and a robe, rubbing his five o'clock shadow and muttering about an evil bedside-table. Harry giggled and handed him the newspaper, which Giovanni had already finished reading.
Mark grunted appreciatvly, stuffing a spoonful of hashbrowns into his mouth sleepily. Harry giggled again and handed him a cup of coffee. Mark took a gulp and sighed blissfully.
"Coffee," he said, serene.
"Goodmorning to you too, dear," Sarah said with a smile.
"Coffee," he replied simply, smiling and nodding his head. Mary, Charlie, and Harry all looked at eachother and giggled softly.
"You guys want wafflles?" Harry asked them; they cheered loudly, waking his friends. The group staggered in, muttering about 'atrociously loud midgets'. Harry smiled and made them plates.
"Ready for your battle today, Harry?" Sarah asked; Harry nodded happily, finally getting around to making a plate for himself.
"I can't wait," he said warmly. "Today's going to be so awesome! A birthday party, a battle, and I get a legal dad," he added with a shy but sweet smile to Giovanni, who reached over to gently ruffle his spiked hair.
"And you get to look over your business reports," the businessman said cheerfully.
"Yippee," Harry remarked dryly; everyone laughed. Well, everyone except Mark. He just looked around, smiled, eyes lidded sleepily.
"Coffee."
A/N: Ta-da!!!!! Next chappy is finite!! X)
