Moving Forward ch16
Disclaimer:I still don't own Harry Potter, that honor goes to J.K Rowling.
The team was playing their most anticipated match yet. Wales versus England. The winner of this match was going to the semi-finals. This was another wierd one for Harry because he knew the whole chaser lineup.
After the players were announced they landed so the team captains could shake hands.
"Ginny! It's nice to see you. Congratulations on the baby. Do you know who the father is? Do you think it's safe to play in your condition?" He called to her from down the line.
"What! I'm not pregnant!" She screamed.
"Oh, sorry. In that case maybe you should add some sit ups to your workout. Semen is full of calories I hear." Harry replied.
"Fuck you Potter!" She fumed.
"Sorry, darling but I wouldn't fuck you for practice." He said mounting his broom.
As they rose into the air Patty quietly said "Harry that was mean."
"Maybe but she can't fly for shite when she's angry." He smirked.
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Harry's gambit had worked. Wales was up two hundred and sixty points when they pulled Ginny from the game and sent in the reserve. The whole team dynamic was interrupted and they had trouble rallying. In the end Wales won 540-330. England was out of the running and from the look Angie was giving he would probably be hexed.
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When Andy heard that Harry had only ever had one real birthday party she began planning a surprise party for him. Knowing his love for swing, she made it a roaring twenties party.
Harry had indeed been surprised when Andy gave him a mint green three piece zoot suit with wide brimmed hat to match. She had told him the babysitter would be there in ten minutes and they were going dancing.
Who would have guessed prudish, uptight, respectable Narcissa Malfoy would know how to cut a rug. Dancing with Lavender was nice but Narcissa really knew what she was doing.
Except to drink some giggle water or occasionally iron one's shoes he spent the night on the dance floor. It had been a small party. Luna with her new boyfriend Newt. Andy, Narcissa, Lavender as his date. Neville and Hannah had come as did his assistant Penny and her boyfriend Judd. George with Angie who said she owed him a hexing but for his birthday she would forgive him. He'd worried about George's reaction to his talking smack to Ginny but he said "If you did it off the field I'd be punching you right now. As it is, good strategy." And that was the end of it.
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Harry had a week till his next game, they still didn't know who they were playing. He was hoping for Bulgaria, rumor had it Victor Krum was retiring this year and Harry wanted to play him.
He had two days off. He realized long ago that he liked keeping busy, it kept him from thinking about things best left behind. Perhaps two masteries and a business degree plus quidditch had been a bit much. During the year it wasn't so bad. He only had twenty two hours of lectures a week but at exam time life had been a bit too hectic. Next year would be easier with defense over with. His charms mastery only needed one more major project and he would graduate by Christmas.
But none of that mattered at the moment. He was bored. He'd played his guitar for two hours, Teddy was on a play date at Bill and Fleur's house, he'd given up trying to fish in the UK and Lavender was at work with Luna.
Well he still needed to go through the houses he inherited. He intended to find one to live in then sell or rent the rest. First though he had to decide what to do with all that stuff.
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Maddy Marchbanks house looked like the one he'd keep. It was a three storey Victorian mansion with six spacious bedrooms, a nice sized kitchen and living room, three sitting rooms and a giant library. The old lady had had some very nice things. He especially liked the pictures of his great great uncle, he could see the family resemblance. There was only one portrait in the house, it was of a man about fifty but he was asleep and Harry didn't wake him.
The Burrow's family cottage was nice but a little on the small side. It was in the Scottish Highlands and had a beautiful view but Harry didn't really want to brave another Scottish winter if he could help it.
The Ogden estate was a large and ostentatious manor house sitting on four hundred acres of land used only for gardens. Harry thought that the thirty bedroom house might make a good hotel. Looking over the land he wondered what it took to build a golf course or maybe a vineyard. Too much work.
The last house he looked at was part of the Black estate. This was Andy's childhood home. He didn't know what had gone on in this house but from the look on Andy's face anytime her childhood was mentioned, it couldn't have been good. He was torn between cleaning it up and selling it off or offering to let Andy burn it down. Maybe she might want a portrait or two.
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The next day he had had enough of freezing his nads off and caught a portkey to Monaco for some fishing on the Mediterranean Sea. If it wasn't for all the mega yachts and self important rich arseholes Monaco would have been amazing. The fishing was good, he wanted a Bluefin tuna or a Mahi Mahi. Swordfish would be a little too hard to reel in on a kayak, it probably had been done but he was here to fish not swim.
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Harry sat at the table with his family eating fresh tuna with mixed root vegetables and spinach covered in a white wine sauce. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this relaxed.
"Andy, do you want anything out of the house you grew up in? Or would you like to burn it down?" Harry asked.
"What?" She asked startled.
"The house you grew up in is part of the Black estate. Do you want anything from inside or would you like to go burn it down. I don't know what happened there but I know if I had my choice I might burn down privet drive. It's an option for you. You don't have to go back just tell me what to look for." He said gently.
"Um I. I want the portrait of my grandmother Melania if it's still there. I can't think of anything else right now. Maybe you should ask Narcissa as well." She said.
"Okay, I'll look for it on my next day off. Andy?" She looked at him. "Do you need a hug?" She nodded, so he got up and did.
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A/N: Kind of short but it is my third chapter today. To "iron one's shoes" is to go take a piss. Also what I wrote about Monaco is true. It really is great in the off season, good people, excellent food but during the tourist season, it's full of self important cocksuckers who measure the size of eachothers dicks by the size of their yacht.