Food for your soul Ch9
Harry was having serious second thoughts about leaving. Meghan was doing better since, in absolute desperation he had called in Madam Pomfrey but what if she ran off while he was away? For reasons he couldn't explain he loved Mena as though he was her father. Leaving his baby girl alone with a crazy mother just didn't sit right. He had instructed Dorry that if anyone even Meghan or himself tried to hurt Mena, he was to take her to Hogwarts and contact Harry immediately. Unless of course he was the one hurting her.
He loved Meghan and had seriously contemplated asking her to marry him. They had had a rather different relationship. He thought of her as his girlfriend or maybe the best friend he has sex with would be more accurate. When he was younger he had followed the plan. Go to school, get a job, find the girl you want to marry, marry her, have children. Then Ginny told him that although the sex was good and she cared about him, it never felt right. There was something missing. Turns out he lacked a vagina. That had actually been a hit to the ego. Then he started cooking and low and behold women started throwing pussy at him. He was one of the most famous wizards in the world, yet witches weren't even offering to let him feel them up. Cook a few meals and bam! Swimming in poon.
He would like to say he was above that but no, sex was fun and felt good. He didn't get high or drink very often, so a little fun with equally willing women, what was the big deal? It's all fun and games till someone gets pregnant. Harry took birth control potions to deal with that. Used condoms too. Pissing fire was not something he wanted to experience for himself. Any desease where they shove a steel q-tip up your cock to test for it wasn't something he wanted to catch.
So here they were in an open relationship, if Harry was to get married he wanted the commitment. She had said monogamy wasn't her thing. Why mess up a good thing?
No, he'd wait until after Christmas to see how she coped. He had dreams and he'd sacrificed more than he was happy with for others.
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Christmas at Grimauld was the best yet. Harry had covertly given Teddy the Marauder's map. "Don't tell your Granny I'm encouraging rule breaking." Harry had said with a grin. "Tap it with your wand and say 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' take a look."
Harry watched the look on Teddy's face change it went from awe to happiness and settled on what good only be described as an evil grin. Harry might have been worried but for the boys hair changing color. When he was happy it was black like Harry's, when he was excited it turned bubble gum pink and when he was planning mischief it turned into his natural brown. It was currently pink.
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Harry had gotten the job and had been dismayed to find out he didn't actually need a maritime license, though having meant he would get an extra thirty pounds a week. Because of his references and his ability to speak so many different languages he was starting as a line cook in the Captain's Lounge. The Captain's Lounge had table service unlike most of the food on board that was served buffet style. Normally as a pollywog, he'd start as a kitchen helper. Pollywog was sailor slang for someone who hasn't crossed the equator but among the cooks it was the same as newbie or fresh meat.
He had signed up for a year. He'd be on ship for most of that, though he was told that they tried to give crew time off in Port. This was one time Harry was happy to have money squirreled away. He nearly shit when after shelling out nine hundred pounds for a satellite phone, it was going to cost him another thirty five hundred for a whopping twenty four hours of talk time over the course of a year. He also bought a laptop so he could keep up his correspondence with Hermione and Meghan via email.
Because of the close quarters on the ship, he bought a bottomless bag with muggle aversion Sharma built in. This was more for bringing things home from his travels. He wasn't planning on taking a lot with him. A few sets of clothes, two suits, his toolbox that held his knives, a fully loaded mp3 player, shower kit. Phone and laptop. As for wizarding things just a few books, about a thousand galleons and his new Firebolt Mark III. Two of the ships stops were Brazil and Japan, both of which had magical only cities he wanted to explore. He also for the first time since leaving the auror corp. would be carrying his back up wand.
The papers were ready, he'd been a pin cushion at both the muggle hospital and at Saint Mungo's getting every immunization under the sun and probably a few more. He had contact information for every ministry of magic and wizarding bank in the world. His most interesting purchase was a wizarding world travel book that was loaded full of information about every country. Customs, magic that was illegal or frowned upon, apparition coordinates and imagery, points of interest and things not to do.
He'd given his notice at The Three Broomsticks. He had really liked working there. Madam Rosmerta had been very understanding when Harry hadn't been able to come in for a month. Though she never had children of her own she said she understood and never even gave him a hard time about it. He had given her his recipes and showed her how he prepared them. Harry hadn't known because of how little attention he paid to the wizarding world these days but The Three Broomsticks had been voted best Inn and eatery in the isles. Harry's new menu of course being the reason. The Three Broomsticks tiramisu was one of the most sought after desserts according to Witch Weekly.
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Over the last few months Harry had secretly been working on a book. It had quickly become two books 'The single wizards guild to eating well' and 'Happy wife, Happy Life: Simple meals for married men' Harry thought it was just wrong how few wizards knew how to cook. That it was considered women's work actually pissed him off. So he had written these two books. Just simple meals that tasted good, were relatively healthy and inexpensive and easy to make. He had included a section on the different charms to use for different tasks and explained in the simplest of terms, with step by step instructions how to cook.
His introduction in Happy wife, Happy Life was sure to turn a few heads but he was writing it for men.
Introduction.
They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Let's be honest guys, if a woman wants our heart she'd be better served learning to control her gag reflex and letting us touch her in her special place more than once a month. The occasional uncomfortable sex would also go a long way too, am I right fellas?
No the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach. Learning to make even the simplest of meals will show her that you are not helpless. Children are helpless and only the most depraved want to see them naked. So read this book, send her to the spa or tell her to go spend time with an old friend, take a night off. Cook her a meal for a change. You will thank me later.
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Harry had arranged for Quibbler publishing to produce the books. By shear coincidence they were going to be hitting the stores the day before he left. He had gotten a few advanced copies that he'd signed and sent off to Neville and the Weasley brothers. He of course had to send copies to Hermione so as not to risk her rath. Andy and Meghan too got copies.
He was leaving tomorrow. He hoped the books sold well.
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A/N: Sorry for no update yesterday but I'm on vacation. I had planned on a pajama day, so of course people had to ruin it. Though the girlfriend showing up with ribs and tequila was pretty awesome. Thanks for the reviews.