[a/n1]Yes there is a Ravenclaw Sorting a coming, couple other ideas butted in line.
[a/n0]And why last time did Slytherin have 7 prefects? Snape assigned a special one to watch Potter's spawn! Naw, your auther cant count.
[a/n]A magical moment :: My 300th 1shot twisting of JKR's universe. Amazingly, the ideas don't run out. I've currently got 44 outlined upcoming, including [not more than 10 away] Lucius dying in DE garb during the QWC, Harry using the Map to bag Peter, Harry insulting Dudley. Sometime later; taking Percy to task for CoS, H&G publicly destroying TMR's school trophy.
In HDD#200 I thanked a long list of reviewers alix33,StrongGuy159,Fallow56, magitech,Hands Off MY Wolfie,Slytherin66,Ryan Chessman aka Crys, Miriam1,mwinter1,VashonBeader,Kairan1979,katmom,Vukk,LWJ2 ,nfosurfer, Lord Mortensen,Luiz4200,Noble Korhedron,tumshie,Jimbocous,Jake Crepeau, Polydicta,BJH,old-crow, have all been with the collection from way back {or longer I've been fanficcing since 2007} And are still here today. Hope you'll all still be here in 2023.
Harry Does Different CCC
Live With You
"I imagine we'll see a bit of each other, even with me on the run." The gaunt scraggly man smiled at the teen from aboard the Buckbeak. "If I had the choice- - -"
Harry gave his friend a sidewise glance, wondering what she might be thinking. Ultimately deciding to choose for himself, he scratched at the proud hippogryff's neck and interrupted Sirius "My parents made you my Godfather and my place is with you."
"I am not sure about- -" began Hermione, and Sirius looked reluctant too.
After a bow, he climbed aboard "Either you or Ron take my trunk home please. We can figure it out later. Address a note to me and give it to Hedwig so she can find me."
"Smartest witch of your age." Sirius leaned over, almost dangerously, to kiss her knuckles "And beauty to match your brains. Not sure if this is wise, Harry, but Buckbeak my friend if you would…ummm, thataway!"
Hermione Granger watched as the grey dot disappeared in the black sky. She couldn't move until the red in her cheeks faded from the compliment. Making her way down the tower, she saw Dumbledore and reported "We did it, sir. And Harry's with Sirius."
"Oh no that won't do at all." Complained the Headmaster worriedly "Harry simply must return to his relatives."
The young witch looked after the departing old wizard wondering "Whyever for?"
"Miss Granger if you happen to encounter Mr. Potter or exchange correspondence with him during the summer" he was still walking away "please inform me post haste. It is absolutely imperative!"
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Grimmauld Place was the sight of a spectacle most peculiar. Had anyone witnessed it they would have said they saw a giant bird land atop the unit row of houses. But since it was barely the crack of dawn even the one gentleman who happened to be out with his morning pipe hadn't noticed.
"Few good things I can say about my family Harry." Sirius opened the attic entry to a fully equipped paddock "Here you go Buckbeak, with my compliments. We'll equip it better tomorrow, but this should be comfortable for the night. Thank you for the ride."
The hippogriff walked around and gave regal approval of his surroundings.
"Bit like the Slytherin Common Room." Harry looked around the upper floor with some distaste.
The escapee blinked with newfound respect "You been there? I don't think a Gryff has managed that since the Colonies were founded! That HAS to be a tale!" And after Harry's recanting "I might've underestimated Miss Granger. James' power in Charms AND brewing skills of Snivilus. Not taking away from you and Ron fooling Lucy's spawn in his own nest. Well not surprised you'd be reminded of Snakeville. This is the home of the Moste Ancient and Moste Noble House of Black. Kind of dilapidated, but a decade'll do that."
*yaaaawn* "Right now I could sleep with Buckbeak." Harry cracked his jaw and spread his arms and legs.
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Harry Potter, equipped with quasi-legal driver's license, made a left off the highway onto Grint St. down a few blocks and finally the 600 block of Harris Terrace. He knocked on the house that was the most affluent looking, thinking in passing how outraged Uncle Vernon would be.
"May I help you?" a woman opened the door "And what is that in my driveway?"
The visitor mildly shellshocked replied "My cycle ma'am. And this is … that is … Hermione Granger here?"
"And whom may I ask are you?" her tone chilly, arms folded across her chest.
Unable to repress a snort of amusement he replied "Sorry. Now I know where she gets it from. Harry ma'am, Harry Potter that is. From Hogwarts."
"If that is YOUR motorcycle, I believe you are a bit young to drive it." Mrs. Granger scolded.
He'd been infected quite thoroughly over the last couple weeks by Sirius, he shrugged at her "Well you see" he was interrupted by a half-dried from a shower missile "Hello Hermione!"
"You didn't drive that here did you Harry!" complained Hermione, pulling out of the hug and eyeing the same vehicle her mother had "You could've been ticketed."
Hedwig chose that moment to offer a squawk. Harry chortled "I quite agree. See, I have a license with a nicely modified date of birth. And even at that, I didn't mostly drive it here. I flew it here, with my faithful owl navigating of course." Hedwig preened.
"But you could have been seen!" the young witch pointed out worriedly.
Again only producing more delight "You forgot 'could have died' I thought you'd want to share reports."
"Oh absolutely! Come in!" she nearly popped his shoulder out of its socket dragging him into the house. Pushed him into a seat and practically fell upstairs. "Be down in a minute!"
A man who looked powerful but somehow gave off an aura of nerdiness, for lack of a better term, got up from an ancient rolltop desk "Ian Granger, you man address me as Doctor." *SNIFF*
"Harry Potter, nice to meet you. Lovely house." The young wizard said politely, again and nodding at each parent.
She offered "Young Mr. Potter has a flying motorcycle with a not exactly legal driver's license."
"Does he Really!" the man was suddenly gleeful "Oh come on dear, bout time we saw some of what this witchcraft can do. Even our trip to Diagon Alley was a bit disappointing."
Of course that was when Hermione bounded down the steps "Wha'd'ya get? Wha'd'ya get? Wha'd'ya get? Wha'd'ya get? Wha'd'ya get?" Shoving a scroll into her friend's hand and seeking his. "This is really good, Harry. Well except for Divination and Potions."
"I got sick of predicting my own death." Harry groused "And you know Snivilus hates me."
She frowned "That's not a very nice thing to call a Professor."
"I'd have to concur, young man." The parents were barely a syllable apart.
Harry began to flinch but stopped all at once "The man is a git and a bully. He calls my father names all the time, publicly, in class. And I'm learning a lot about him this summer. But if that's not enough for you, did Hermione happen to mention when he subbed for Professor Lupin? Called her quote insufferable-know-it-all."
"Harry!" the girl nudged him in the ribs as she received looks from her parents.
Unrepentant he added "Or first day, expecting me to know Third and NEWT material." That was when Hedwig landed on his shoulder, to which he requested "Can I get her some water?"
"I understand Defense, how did you beat me in Astronomy?" surprise was tinged with envy.
His eyes darkened a bit "Spent more than one night in the back yard." He said curtly "But, looks like I got a plus fromt it. Anyway, best summer ever. Yours? Sirius is taking me to America tomorrow."
"Pretty good. I've been hitting the books because we're going to Paris in a couple weeks." Answered Hermione, then took serious tone "You do remember what I wrote you about what Professor Dumbledore told me at Hogwarts? And I told you he's written me twice."
This, of course, the Grangers were fully aware of as well and listened in with great interest. From the sidelines.
Harry nodded and made a few impatient gestures "And he got Sirius and my answers on the matter. Now I understand you're on the fast track for prefect, but answer me this: With all of his high Muckity Muck titles, do any of them include Guardian of Harry Potter?"
"No." she admitted monosyllabically.
He flashed a smile and lightly touched his fist to her chin "So, by way of example, Drs. Granger? Suppose you got a letter from His Supremist Muggymist telling you must not to goto Paris next week? You would tell him?"
"To piss up a flagpole." Ian replied, thereby earning a glare from Michelle.
Harry quipped "I think Ron would like your Dad. Sir, you have earned a flight on my cycle."
"Oh I don't think so." Both females cautioned.
Harry only had to half-drag the man onto the three-wheeled vehicle. The women watched through magical glasses as it departed quite normally and headed for the highway. Hedwig following. As soon as the wheels touched the ramp, it vanished from normal view, a special filter activated still allowing them to see as it left the ground. For Hermione they were rather sedate moves from Quidditch practice, still worrying when involving her father, a couple horrified Michelle. But of course, within twenty minutes they were back on the ground and returning.
Getting off, then man clapped the boy on the shoulder "You can call me Ian! Hermione, you'll invite him over as soon as we get back from France. And, Harry, we'd love to meet Sirius if he can."
