Arthur and Molly meet their children at the station.
Molly opened, "I've got great news everyone, we won the Daily Prophet sweepstake and we're going to see Bill in Egypt for the month."
There was a chorus of cheers from the boys, but Ginny looked towards Dudley.
"Go, enjoy yourself, and if you really want to, ask your parents if it would be ok for us to visit. I'm sure I could persuade Harry or Hermione to take us to you."
"Dad, I was really hoping to do some extra work with Luna and Dudley, if they can get there, would it be ok for them to visit?"
"I don't know sweet cheeks, it all depends on the goblins."
"If it helps, we're all Warlocks, look. And Harry and Hermione are Magi." She shows him her signet ring.
"I have no idea what that means. But we need to go to Gringotts to get the portkey to go to the dig, so we can ask then."
"Ok dad, what are we doing first?"
"First we need to go to the Daily Prophet in Diagon to receive our winnings and have our photo taken, then it's off to Egypt."
"I wonder if I can get Luna to give me a letter of introduction for the Library as we're so close."
"Write her a letter when we get there."
"Ok Dad."
The entire family bundle off to the Daily Prophet offices with a paid for wizarding limo courtesy of the Daily Prophet. Once there, Ron puts Scabbers on his shoulder so that he doesn't get crushed with all the jostling that they're doing keep knocking into his jacket and pockets.
Several photographs later, including one with Minister Fudge and the editor, the group was heading off to Gringotts.
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Deep in the library of Alexandria, an old man sits up from an old Egyptian scroll, a look of triumph on his face. He's found it, the missing link between Herpo the Foul and the Egyptians. Now he just needed to get hold of the materials and one of the tablets of life and he could do the ritual himself without damaging his own soul.
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In a dank cell with salt water algae growing on the walls, a man with a shaggy beard and haunted sane eyes listened to the voices as they came down the corridor, the insane screams of the other inmates calling out offering favours if he would just open the door. Eventually a man in a green bowler hat came down the corridor a news paper under his arm. Deciding to take a different tack to the rest of the inmates the prisoner looks the man in the eyes.
"Please sir, could I have your paper if you've finished with it. I want to see if Harry's safe."
The man takes the paper and throws it contemptuously at him, "There you go, he's doing well despite your best efforts Black." The man spits the word black, as though it should mean something to him.
"Thank you sir." The prisoner swallows his pride and secretes the paper under his bedding until the guards have gone in case one of the decides to take it from him. As soon as he feels the dementors come back his skin ripples as though made from liquid and where once a man sat was now a black dog.
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"Mother, Uncle, I would like to introduce you to Petunia of No Clan who saved my life and taught me to live with iron without pain. May she be known to you."
"Petunia, be welcome in our home and our clan, we would share meat and wine, but they are in chronically short supply these days. Please forgive us for not being able to greet a guest correctly, is there anything we can do in recompense?"
"Teach me."