Harry Potter and the summer to Remember
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"What do you want Dunbar?" Growled Ron.
"Can't I not come over and see my boyfriend?" Fay replied, stepping around the temperamental ginger. Among the gear Harry had brought, one was a cool box, charmed to keep meat, beer and other perishables separate but also really cold. She pulled out an ale for the older Weasley's and a bottle of water for Ron.
Harry smirked as Ron turned red "Little boys who have tantrums shouldn't be adults. Now shut up and listen." Harry growled, the fire jumped higher than usual.
"Impressive, fire control…I'm a Beast Tamer and when dealing with Dragons one needs to have either have an alignment with either Fire and Water in order to best survive." Charlie explained.
Harry nodded "Makes sense. My fire is okay, but I'm more Storm and Earth for the most part. Anyway, did all my homework within first twelve days of Summer Holidays. Went to America, bought things, learnt things…Surprisingly lax about magic users mixing with mundanes."
That got everyone's attention "Wizards and Muggles mixed!" Exclaimed Ron.
"Don't be so fucking stereotypical. It's a very, fucking simple co-operation. Heard of cancer?" Fay asked. Everyone but Hermione hadn't.
"Very, very, nasty disease. Wherever is infected slowly deteriorates and most of the time you die. Did you know Wizarding salves and potions can increase cancer survivability?"
Hermione's eyes widened "So depending on the cancer, the pastes and salves can be turned into creams and other non-magical means and given to patients…Isn't that illegal?"
Harry grinned "Drug…trials. However, not allowed to cure cancer all at once because that'll break magical constitution. Basically its don't be blatantly obvious you can use magic; put it on your CV; don't use it in the work place unless something is going to go seriously wrong…It's simple common fucking sense. Mundanes love apparation, couple of stage magicians utilise it, so that's the only main thing magicals can use in public but we tend to duck into alleyways etc. to do it. Something about noise complaints."
Harry also went into detail about some of the other things he learnt, then he bumped into Fay and then they got to the Pennsylvanian Wood story. "You went into the Pennsylvanian Pine Woods! Are you crazy?" Screeched Ginny.
"Volume! Not that crazy. Stupid, yes. But not that crazy. What was stupid was the fact that we thought we'd be able to go in, in the afternoon and get out again in the same amount of time. We had portkeys, we had every set of protection we could think of."
"The ambient magic of the forest short circuited them…leaving you alone." Bill said with a tight grin.
"Yeah, thankfully Harry is a juggernaut when it comes to battle magic." Fay commented. Harry blushed slightly.
"It was shrugging those spells off!"
"You shot it with a fragmentation curse and then we stabbed it." Fay retorted.
"That kinda sucked, a lot…Then we learnt, they hunted in threes….Yeah, we stank. The smell only just went away."
Bill nodded "Do you know what Pine Devils can be used for?"
"Dark magic? I mean not the paltry bollocks that the British classify as Dark Magic, but the shit no-one is meant to know about?" Harry asked.
Bill nodded "True, but really they make some of the finest protective gear at a reasonable price. The healing potions, few that they are made from Pine Devil blood and bone are surprisingly effective. If you got some on tap, you'd make a killing with Curse Breakers."
Harry nodded "I'll remember that for next time. So yeah, my summer in a nutshell. Oh and comic-cons were fun. Massive conventions meeting celebrities that sort of thing. It was fun."
"Why didn't you bring me with you?" Pouted Ron.
"You would have hated it Ron." Harry replied shutting Ron down.
"You're staying the night right?"
"Possibly…I'm not ready to surrender my freedom…yet." Harry replied. Fay leaned back into him and rested her head on his shoulder.
Hermione grinned "I won the bet. Fred, George."
The twins nodded "We'll sort that out when we get back to Hogwarts. Although technically you've not won yet."
Harry and Fay raised an eyebrow "What do we need to do?"
"You need to have kissed properly on the Hogwarts Express."
Harry and Fay nodded "Can do."
Soon enough they were distracted as two people arrived. One was tall, lean and kind of gaunt and the other was rather jovial in black and yellow robes that didn't quite cover his cavernous mass. "Bartemius Crouch, Ex-DMLE Head and current Deparment of International Magical Cooperation…Ludovic "Ludo" Bagman, Head of Department of Magical Games and Sport." Mister Weasley said.
"Arthur." Percy Weasley jumped up and tried to get his boss to join them. Ludo needed no prompting, Ludo looked around and honed in on Hermione, Harry and Fay.
"Ah, friends of the Weasley's?"
Hermione nodded "Friends with Ron. I'm Hermione Granger." Ludo, took her hand and kissed it.
"Harry, friends with Ron, Play Seeker with the Twins." Ludo stopped.
"Harry Potter! Pleasure to meet you. Ludovic Bagman, former beater of the Wimborne Wasps."
Harry nodded "Pleasure to meet you. Please, do me a favour, don't get me try-outs because of who I am. Tell them that you think there is talent at Hogwarts and give them the match dates."
Bagman nodded "Understood, you're a lot like your father in that way. I knew him in school. Not well, but well enough. Slightly up himself, brilliant with Transfiguration and gifted on the Quidditch Pitch, would have to say you're more like her temperamentally, look like him and dare I guess you have their talent?"
Harry chuckled "Not that much. I'm better at the more combative arts."
"Harry, you give yourself too little credit. You have their talent and more, you just need to let it in." Hermione replied.
The tents were set up and alcohol began to flow and soon enough it was nearly time to grab some food, drinks and head up to the seats. Harry was subsequently laden down with close to twelve cans of ale, all of which would be split between himself and Fay.
Bill was the same and soon enough everyone was engrossed in the match. The Irish side was formidable, they were plucking apart the Bulgarian plays like a knife through butter.
Eventually it became clear that Ireland were going to win. Harry, smirked he had hedged his bets on both sides. In essence it boiled down to no matter who scored the most goals it was who possessed the snitch. It would be more lucrative for Harry for Ireland to win but for Krum to get the snitch. He was snickered at by the bookies but they acquiesced and were soon dreading the amount of money, Harry was going to be making.
Harry watched with anticipation, he had seen the snitch five times. He was pretty sure Krum had seen it at least four times. Right now, Harry was about to win close to Five Thousand Galleons from the Irish, Fifteen from the Bulgarian and somehow had a wager of a twenty percent increase on that from the Goblins.
Harry cheered as Krum, caught the snitch. He had money to grab from the bookies and money to probably supplement the Twins with. Harry spied, Bagman looking extremely shifty.
"Fred, George…A word." The Twins turned.
"Yes?"
"He's going to try and pay you in leprechaun gold. What did you say you the bet was?"
"What's the conversion rate of 42 Galleons, 15 Sickles, and 3Knuts?" Fred asked curiously.
Harry sighed "If its £10 for a quarter of an ounce…no sorry wrong calculation…Let's call it £5 per Galleon…210…4.50 for that and 3p for that…roughly £214.53p give or take a few pence." Harry replied before opening his fifth or sixth can of the night or his seventh if you counted the story telling drinks.
Fred and George's eyes widened "And Bagman gave us 8 to 1 odds."
Harry's eyes widened "That's close to two thousand Galleons…I'll tell you what, I'll talk to your dad. I need to go to the bookies anyways and pick up my winnings…I've just won big."
"How much?" Ron asked. He had joined them towards the end of the conversation.
"Enough to know that the Goblins aren't going to be happy losing out to me, neither are the Irish or the Bulgarians."
"What did you bet?"
"Four mixed bets. Two with the Irish, Two with the Bulgarians. One of which was Krum gets the snitch but Ireland Win and others to that effect. A goblin walked in and said they'd do that and then match it and add a 20% increase on it."
Ron stared, greed in his eyes "Ron, I might…But, I owe people money. Besides, I owe Fred and George, I'm settling their debt so I can put my own bounty on Bagman."
"That's not…"
"Fair? Honourable? What a good guy does? It's called business Ron. Get used to it. Wizen up, the World is run by businesses, so if you want money and power, get into business. Besides, I might be able to help out Fred and George for a price obviously."
Fred and George gulped "What would that be?"
Harry grinned "I'll send my people to talk to you at some point this school year." The Weasley's and friends assembled at the bottom of the stairs, after a Staredown between Harry and Draco and the blonde leaving in a huff, Harry turned to the conversation.
"Harry, do you need to head anywhere?" Asked Mr. Weasley.
"Yeah, I need to head to the gambling section, also can I have a quick word?"
Mr. Weasley nodded "What about?"
"I'm paying the Twins. Oh and I need to pay you as well."
Mr. Weasley cocked his head "What for?"
"Second year, third year…Don't deny me this. I'm not doing this because I want to, tell a lie. I do. I have money but not what you have. I desperately want what you have for my own, yes I fit in…oh god, I'm a rambling drunk."
But Mr. Weasley nodded "I get it. You want to pay us for the room, board and food…You don't have to…I forget who I'm talking to. I graduated before your parents started Hogwarts. I knew your Grandparents vaguely and only got to know your parents during the First War. I understand, if that makes you feel better, thank you. You are a good lad, a brilliant young man in the making. If not for your circumstances they'd be proud of you. You're like a son to me, Harry."
Harry nodded and he walked in to the gambling area. He left twenty minutes later, with several sacks of galleons. Harry stashed two in his jacket. Harry reached into pouch and in stacks of ten he deposited the two thousand galleons into one pouch and handed the rest to Mr. Weasley.
The group ended up back at the Weasley's tent. Harry and Fay had fallen asleep on the couch. Mr. Weasley had gone to move them when Bill gestured no "They're sleeping in their coats and by their proximity they're prepared to start blasting the moment one of them moves unexpectedly. I've done it before when we've been unfortunate enough to sleep in the tomb we are raiding."
Everyone went to bed and it was around three in the morning when the tent was awoken by a firework, accompanied by the sound of fabric being shredded. Harry was up, his jeans on, his boots magically tying themselves and he had his coat on and wand at the ready, Fay just behind him.
Mr. Weasley rushed into the tent, face white, breathing heavily "Death Eaters…probably drunk former followers…Causing havoc."
Harry and Fay nodded, Harry reached into the side pocket and pulled two short swords and he passed one to Fay "Just be like the Pine Wood."
Fay blanched "Only this time ACTUAL people…Last time I checked that's attempted murder."
"Bollocks to it. Manslaughter maximum, ABH or GBA minimum." Harry replied.
"Harry, this will be murder. They're purebloods…this place is run by purebloods."
Harry snarled softly and thunder crashed overhead "Fuck it. Maim them."
"No, you'll take Ron, Ginny, Fred and George and get to the woods. I, know you're capable but you're minors…"
They nodded soon enough, the aforementioned people turned up "Took you eight minutes…you'd be dead." Harry said.
Hermione went to open her mouth "Save it…We need to move, wands ready, fight to maim."
"But the…"
"Will cover us if life is in danger…Otherwise they'll get my displeasure."
"What will that do?" Hermione asked.
"Harry's status as The-Boy-Who-Lived and Heir to three or four Ancient and Noble houses means he's got a lot of clout. I suspect that's the only reason Fudge is in power, someone's using my votes to keep that sad lump of flesh in a waistcoat in power."
The group made their way through the tents and screaming witches and wizards, a blood-boiling curse flew just over Fay's head and Harry retaliated with a blood-freezing curse in retaliation.
"That's dark magic!" Exclaimed Ron, his respect of Harry plummeting.
"It's medical magic. Shut up." Harry growled as he unleashed a few lightning bolts into the mass of Death Eaters, just visible over the throng of trapped witches and wizards.
"Lumos." Fay called as Harry ignited a crackling palm of lightning. Right now, Harry was running on autopilot and not processing the fact he was utilising bending and channelling magic.
"Well, look who we have here." A smooth voice said, only for it to be replaced by a yelp as Harry chucked a bolt of electricity and it was revealed to be Draco Malfoy. After a tense showdown and Malfoy scuttling off, the group headed towards a clearing when things got out of hand.
"MORSMORDRE!" A voice shouted.
"RUN, YOU BASTARDS!" Shouted Harry, the voice unnerving him and his scar pulsed.
"STUPEFY!" Came a barrage of voices.
"PROTEGO! PROTEGO MAXIMA!" Shouted Ron, Hermione, Ginny and the Twins.
"KIRIN!" Shouted Harry.