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Birthdays

The remodeling of the house and garden was scheduled to begin July 1, while Ginny was away on a tour with the Harpies. Harry had decided he would also stay elsewhere, though he would check in daily to see how the work went. Harry called all of the elves for a meeting in the dining room. There had never been this many of his elves in one place before, but he had called all of his staff from all of his houses.

"Pack anything Ginny left behind, from clothing to jewelry or letters.

After I leave, certain rooms will be sealed shut until I return. This means attempts to bypass the sealed doors by going through walls, floors, or ceilings are to be thwarted. Any hidden passages or rooms, including elf or servant ways, are to be similarly warded. The house, including attics and basements, is to be completely emptied. I've talked to Dobby about this before, but I wish to repeat it. The work crews that come in are to take nothing out - no furniture, no artwork, no stonework or woodwork or painted ceilings, not even food from the stasis lockers. It must all be gone before they arrive. This is your job, and you may begin the minute I leave. Move it all to the empty house we are using for storage.

Clean out and move all the elf quarters as well as the human ones. I want no female or child elves in this building while the work is going on. Move with all the elderly and ill to our beach home, and get some sun. Play in the sand, and teach the children to swim. I don't want anyone of ours exposed to the paints and potions I am sure will be used.

The elves that remain are going to be very busy. Every person who enters is to be followed by an invisible elf, who will log everything his target does. If all they do is paint and lay flooring, fine. If they place a spell you are to log and identify it. Construction spells should be cancelled when the work is done.

However, I expect there will be many attempts to place spy and tracking spells. I am going to assume that every single item that enters the house, from nails to paintings and mirrors, is a potential privacy failure. Find those spells! Log them by magical signature, and erase them. Give the signatures to Dobby to add to the special Floo wards each night. The mirrors must be simple mirrors, not enchanted, scrying devices or mirror phones. Paintings must be locked in their frames until I can bind each of them to the Family. Statuary must be locked in place.

I am seriously worried about the gardens. I know we have marked out where the new formal one will go, and moved all the flowers from that side of the house. I expect some effort will be made to exceed that grassy area, possible by spraying over the bounadries onto the bare flower beds. I am placing wards to contain sprays, but I will need the garden elves to watch carefully and protect our flowers. There may be an effort to enter my hothouse, or steal roots of the rarer types.

I know this sounds rather like planning for a war. We are being invaded, by hostiles, and you will be careful. Be sure to check each other regularly for interference spells. I will be here every day, and Dobby will report to me everything you find and do. Dismissed!"

Harry and Dobby walked through the house, warding the Library and workshop even more tightly. The upstairs guest rooms were already empty, even the curtains and hardware missing. Behind them, doors and woodwork vanished, and the mahogany flooring began to vanish, down to the studs. Mantles and fireplace tile work vanished, leaving rooms stripped to the bare paint. Wiring appeared in exposed wall spaces.

Harry stopped. "That's something I didn't think about - the wiring. While everything is open like this would have been a good time to check and expand the wiring networks. Shut the whole system down for now. Don't allow the decorator to tap into the systems without one of Ron's certified crews, or to cover the access points and plugs. You might have to mark them and slip some connections in later. Their drawings showed ceiling lights but didn't detail any wiring. They might actually mean to use candles! If they do, we'll wire them with modern lights later. Keep an eye out for candles and torches, and renew all the fire wards."

Harry's own clothes, his computer, and anything he thought he might need in the next week had already been taken to Ron's flat. His empty study was locked and sealed, heavily warded.

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July 1, Harry was at the manor, waiting for the decorator and his crew. The house was gutted, stripped out, even the windows gaping holes in the stone walls. Harry was walking on the sub-flooring in what had been the foyer, poorer quality boards that had supported the fine mahogany floors yesterday. Harry knew the elves were there, invisible.

The decorator bounced through the Floo and stopped in shock, looking around. "What happened? This looks like the wrong house!" He moved to the side, absently, as his crew started following him.

Harry spoke up, "Oh, it's the right house. I had my elves strip it out and do all the preparatory work to be ready for you. Didn't you read the contracts? I marked out all the clauses where your crew was going to remove things. It's ready for you to begin work."

The decorator opened and shut his mouth a few times. He had not read the final contracts, except confirming Harry had signed them and given a billing vault authorization. "But, the bid was including a credit for the second-hand sales of your old stuff, and everything we salvaged. Your wife said she didn't want any of it."

Harry nodded, "And I marked that off the bid, along with those labor charges. I marked off a few specific rooms, too, including my study - you must have forgotten to remove it from the list. I made sure they were not counted in the final total." At that point a bell rang from the Floo, but no one new came through for a few minutes.

Franz came back from the dining room and interrupted, "Boss, the gardens are ready for me to spray. I wasn't expecting to get to that point until tomorrow, but I'm ready to go. Shall I call the sprayer?" His boss nodded, absently, and Franz pulled out a mirror phone.

Harry got a bad feeling, and said, "Sprayer? I'd like to watch this a bit before I go." He began walking to the side door to approach from the garden side, so he would not be in the way. Being outside the wards seemed like a good idea.

The decorator started looking around and getting his men to work. As Harry went down the hall he heard him saying, "Where is Teri? He ought to be here by now. Have him come see me as soon as he arrives! I need to go over this contract!"

Standing well back of the bare flower beds, Harry quietly slipped the tip of the Elder Wand out of his sleeve, and reinforced the spray wards. Above him, yet far away, there was a buzzing sound. It came closer. One of the elves became visible and pointed out an old biplane above the treeline. "Crud! It's a crop-duster! All garden elves, assume positions and put up shields!" House elves seal the windows and other openings!" A quilt of overlapping shields popped into place over the flower beds, and Harry created a solid golden dome over it all. He was glad he had brought the Elder Wand today - he needed the power! Once he had the dome up, he carefully modified it so the new formal garden space was left open. The plane continued to come nearer, and finally swooped down, making several passes over the property before buzzing away.

"What are you doing?" A chorus of voices were practically screaming at him. Harry turned to find the decorator and Franz at his elbow.

Harry was incensed. "You almost destroyed hundreds of years of famous gardens in a few minutes. You were told not to touch them! What did you think YOU were doing?" He turned back to the elves, "Good work. Maintain the shields and transplant all of the gardens to the other house. Keep the shields up until we are sure all the spray is dissipated, so the soil is not poisoned."

Franz was smug. "We always clear out all of the old gardens. Your wife said she didn't want them, that we were to continue with the plan for the large formal gardens. Now that the grounds will be bare, I will continue as she wants."

Harry pointed out, "That isn't in the Contract. Leave the rest of the grounds alone. Your men may not take one step outside the area you are working in. You will make the smaller formal garden I ordered, and get out. Also, just how did that plane find this place? I have strong wards!"

Franz was still smug. "Your wife authorized it, and gave us pass-worded bracelets to allow our muggle staff, including our pilot, to find it."

Harry was speechless for a minute. Then he swung his wand in the air in a full circle, shouting, "Retrieval!" In a few minutes three silvery bracelets appeared. Harry picked them up and pocketed them. "Try to remember your contract is with ME, not my wife. I will be notifying the goblins of attempted breach-of-contract. You have ONE day to put in these formal gardens, as I contracted for them. Then, get out and don't come back!"

Franz finally looked pale, and began shouting at his crew to lay out the gardens in the formerly grassy lawn, already wilting and turning brown. Breach-of-contract was never good when the goblins got involved!

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Harry finally left. He went to his office downtown, but found it hard to concentrate. He did call Slashkilter and relay everything that had happened. Slashkilter was VERY interested and promised to personally scrutinize every bill for incorrect charges.

At the end of the day, as Franz left the manor, the Floo again rang a bell. It had done so for half-a-dozen workers as they left, but nothing happened to them, so everyone ignored it. They should not have. That bell indicated the person's magical signature had been placed on one of Dobby's two lists: one of known criminals and spies, and one of otherwise annoying people. None of them would ever be able to enter again, even if they had the correct passwords. Also, specific banned people who tried to enter would find themselves arriving somewhere they would not like at all, and forced to give some embarrassing explanations.

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Teri LaFytte was having a very bad day. Following his cousin through the Potter Floo that morning, he found himself tumbling out in a barred cell. An Auror in a chair outside put down his paper and looked at the information on the door. "LaFeet, huh? Art thief, and in the country illegally? I'll get a crew down to question you, and check your papers."

"I've reformed! I work for my cousin, who does home decorating, as an art estimator. I'm in this country as part of his crew, on a bulk company permit! I'm LEGAL!"

"Tell it to the Detective. This charge sheet says you were banned from Britain as part of a plea-bargain, so you aren't eligible for any kind of visa. France only accepted you because you have family there who promised to keep you honestly employed. We have a complaint of you tagging a private art collection while trespassing."

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Harry sat in his office doing paperwork. He much preferred working at home. He HAD an office in his broom dealership on Diagon Alley, but too many people seemed to think he was there just to talk. Didn't they have work to do?

First on his pile was a report from his silkworm plantation. The manager was ecstatic. Advertising for falcon clubs had turned up the Uluru club, who were looking for more space to work their birds. The plantation fit their needs quite well. Individuals came out all week, and the whole club came on weekends. He had become fascinated with the lovely birds, and finally bought a young one of his own. The club was planning to hold a tournament next week. Oh, the kookaburra had quietly left the area. The trays of hand-fed worms were no longer being raided.

The rental dress shop was also coming along well. All of Ginny's old clothes (minus a few special garments, like her wedding dress) were now in the climate-controlled warehouse behind the dealership. Harry had been negotiating with high-end fashionistas, in both the magical and muggle worlds, for their overstock and runway samples. He also made deals with resale shops to take the best of their finds. This gave him clothing in many sizes which could be adjusted a small amount. The actual rentals would only be available privately, by owl-order from catalogs, or over the website. Muggles would not know they were dealing with magicals. Magicals might not know the labels, but they certainly would know style. The first flyers would be printed and distributed as soon as they figured out how to get accurate sizes from the customers. Both muggles and witches tended to understate their sizes, and he didn't want clothing ruined by a size 14 squeezing into a 12. Sizing charms could only do so much! He wasn't sure how many times each garment could be rented at all, but was limiting it to once in each county. Once he got a computer map of the overlapping social groups he could plan better. It would not do to have someone turn up at a party in the same dress the hostess had worn last week! He was still looking for someone to manage this business for him.

Broom sales were brisk. His Dragon line was popular, and the Black was a hit. It wasn't intended as a professional quidditch broom, but it was popular among amateurs. It was a bit lightweight for serious racing, too. It didn't meet the professional standards, but it was a great sport broom for individuals. There were quite a lot of young (and older) men who wanted to prove they were as good as Harry Potter!

At the end of the day, Harry felt calmer. He had managed to get quite a lot of work done. As he walked out of the front doors, he smoothly morphed. People watching him from inside saw his black hair and round silver glasses. As he went through the shadows and into the sunshine, from front to back, his hair turned brown and his glasses turned square. If he went into a building where it mattered, such as the bank, he would reverse the effect. Undisturbed, Harry walked down the Alley, out through the Leaky, and into Ron's new office building. The door guard handed him an orange safety helmet.

He found Ron on the 4th floor, reading blueprints, wearing his own white helmet and heavy gloves. Around him were a couple of men pointing at the pages. The entire level was bare frames where the walls should be, with wiring crews working hard. Holes in the flooring revealed more men above and below them, running heavy blue cables up and down beside the black ones.

Ron rolled up the blueprints, canned them, hollered, "TIME", and started peeling off his gloves. Around them the noise of work trickled off as muggle-born finished each bit to a point where they could safely stop for the night. Bright bits of safety tape marked the stopping points. Everyone began walking down the stairs, stamping time cards at the door. Ron and Harry took the elevator up to the penthouse, and Ron headed for the showers. The flat smelled wonderful. Winky had prepared a deep lasagna, with garlic bread and salads. Again, they ate out on the patio.

Ron was fascinated as Harry described his morning at the house. "I can't believe these men! I can't believe my sister! You told them exactly what they could, and would not, do, and they thought her verbal instructions overrode the contract? You are married, not fully bonded, so her word is not yours." That was interesting, thought Harry. Even Ron knew the details of the Bonding ceremony that he had only recently learned, himself. He'd have to make sure Teddy knew these details when he got older.

Ron continued, "What are you going to do about that thief?"

"Well, the thief is in for a shock if he ever tries to come back - he'll wind up in a holding cell in the DMLE. They were very interested in talking to him, and gave me a portkey! The others are just banned, locked out even if they know the passwords. I'll be giving you the ward, as well as installing copies in all of my businesses. I'm going to do some discrete asking around to find others who have used this company. If they haven't already done safety scans, they ought to know about the spy spells. My gardens are saved, and the elves are moving them to another house I own. I'll have them locked under Fidelis for safety. I'm leaning toward leaving the current beds bare for the rest of the Summer. I want to be sure there is no lingering effect from the spraying. Muggles make some nasty weedkillers. The Elements - Sun, wind, and rain - can cleanse the Earth better than anything else."

At that point Ron's pocket Floo rang. It was Hermione, so Ron transferred the call to the big screen in the flat. He and Harry settled into comfortable chairs, and the three of them discussed the two remodeling projects, the kookaburra, and the other projects they were working on.

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Finally, the remodel was finished. The decorator had been furious as he lost men from his crew each day; men who placed spy spells on Harry's home, and could no longer come through the Floo. It took him several days to track down his missing cousin. There had been various other almost-disasters, including a small fire which started, oddly, on the wall outside Harry's study. But, finally, Harry and Slashkilter stood with LaFytte to make the final Inspection of the work. They began to walk down the hall, footsteps echoing off the marble. Harry asked, "Are all the construction spells removed?"

"Of course; we removed all unnecessary spells as we finished," LaFytte huffed.

Harry merely looked at him, and without warning waved his wand in a circle, shouting "Finite!" The marble slab they were standing on shifted and tilted, as did others within view. They could hear crashes of things falling throughout the house, and the fountain outside the window quit running. "Let us have a look. Something seems to be wrong." They walked on down the hall, up stairs and into various rooms. Everywhere, things had tumbled and come apart.

"Dobby," called Harry. Dobby, who had been there the whole time, became visible. Without saying a word, he handed over a complete list of the construction spells that had been left on the house. He vanished again.

The decorator was insulted. "I SAID all unneeded spells were removed. The spells you just cancelled were still needed!"

Harry was not amused. "You were hired to do decorating. You were obviously sloppy, because the work is not finished on time. If it was finished, there would have been no need for spells left. I do not accept this as completeing the contract. The goblins will finish the job, fix your deficiencies, and charge you for their costs."

Harry called Dobby again. "The list of spying spells?" Dobby handed them over. "This list has also been given to our DMLE. Every person on this list was on your crew, and placed spy spells of various types in this house. Dobby, were there any muggle-type spying attempts, such as cameras or listening devices?" Dobby nodded, and pointed out a smaller list at the bottom.

"Each of these has been neutralized, deactivated, and/or removed. Each of the persons who placed them has been banned from this house with a special ward, which I will be duplicating at all my businesses. I will be making copies of that ward available to all my friends and business partners. The fact that you had so many disreputable characters on your staff suggests that either you are very careless in your hiring practices, or you are deliberately engaging in industrial espionage."

Slashkilter spoke up, "I have been examining the furniture and paintings. They are not originals, but are good reproductions. However, you have billed the Potters for originals. There is also some question of quantities of supplies charged not matching the quantities delivered or used. I found several incidents of double billing, such as charging for 'flooring' on one list of supplies, and 'sheet marble' on another. I will make the adjustments on the bills, and calculate the penalties for contract failure. The Potter account will not pay even the adjusted amount until we have repaired the house and been paid by your company. Gringotts of London will not handle any future accounts with your company."

That was a mighty blow, worse than the series of disasters. LaFyttes were trying to break into the British market, and had intended the Potters to be their way into magical Society. Far from being busy, the Potters had been their ONLY account in Britain, and they had expected to make a major profit. They might as well go back to France, because they would not be able to work in Britain without access to the bank.

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Ron, Harry, and Hermione were talking again. Hermione said, "Is it over? How long before you can move home?"

"The goblins say they will be done in two more days, though there is no telling how long it will be before the bills are straightened out. Slashkilter is having a ball, and is using them for a teller training exercise at the bank! I'll stay with Ron until Ginny comes home. That house is colder than a mausoleum. Ginny gets her palace and formal garden, so I hope she is finally happy. I'm just glad it is done."

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When Ginny came home, she was pleased. She loved the marble, and the gilt-trimmed furniture. Crystal chandeliers hung from golden ceilings in the marbled halls. The windows were all tall, arched glass fenestrations. It was several days before she discovered the limits of the formal garden. For one thing, there was only one reflecting pool, though there were a dozen smaller fountains along the paved, curling paths. When she walked between the bordering shrubs, she spotted the expanse of bare gardens behind the house, and she screeched! "I told them to expand the formal garden plan to cover the whole space! The gardens at Versailles go on for kilometers! They cleared the space - why did you not allow them to continue? That looks awful!" Obviously, in her mind, the spraying had worked, but Harry had somehow stopped the expansion.

Harry finally got in a few words, "I stopped them because that was not what I had contracted for. I refused to allow any more. I did save the gardens, and they will be back as soon as the elves and I are sure the soil is safe for them."

The Harpy had not been in his study yet, but continued as though he had not spoken, "If you had a couch I'd tell you to sleep on it! I guess you'll have to sleep in your own bed, but not mine!" She flounced down to her study to call her mother and complain about how stingy Harry was.

Harry's freshly reupholstered couch was, in fact, right back where it had started, as was all his furniture. His rooms had been repainted and re-carpeted by the elves, but in the same warm colors. The main computer had been replace by a terminal on the swinging shelf, and the computer placed in his hidden room. That had been some interesting wiring, because the hidden room was not actually next to the study, but several floors and the length of the house away. Harry thought further was safer if Ginny was throwing things, and who knew what she would throw when she discovered his study was unchanged. Hexes seemed likely, so he installed protective wards. He also had Dobby bring some small, unimportant but highly breakable, decorations to scatter where she might reach them.

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Harry's Birthday was low-key, barely more than the regular monthly family dinner at the Burrow. Charlie came home, and Ron brought Ingrid. Fleur brought her parents, and her sister Gabrielle. Molly baked her usual huge snitch cake, chocolate with strawberry filling this year. It fluttered above the picnic tables until the seekers, laughing, caught it together so Harry could cut it.

Besides the usual boxes of risky candy and quidditch books, he got some French Lily roots. Ingrid gave him a globe of American scenes that changed every few seconds. Neville sent a bag of fertilizer. (Harry had given him one yesterday. It was a running gag gift.) George and Ron gave him their latest laptop computer, with a WiFi card. Hermione could not come, but sent a handsomely carved boomerang. Charlie gave him an inert dragon egg (with a permit.) Ginny's gift to her husband was a large publicity photo of herself, in Harpy uniform and on her broom, waving and winking. It was signed "With Love, Ginny Weasley."

Charlie and Ingrid got along well. Ingrid was fascinated with the many species of dragons he cared for on the Refuge. She had some pictures of American dragons she had seen, including the Quetzalcoatl, the Piasa Bird, Iemisch of Patagonia, Ihuaivulu, and the water dragon, Iwanci. Charlie had never been to the Americas, and was very interested. They opened Harry's new laptop and looked up more pictures on the WWW.

While everyone else was looking at the dragon pictures, Ron had Victoire and Teddy in the kitchen, showing them the basics of chess. Neither seemed particularly interested. They were full, sleepy, and really wanted to look at the dragon pictures. Ron gave up, deciding to try again next year.

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Ginny's Birthday, celebrated a week later on a day the Harpies had off, was as opposite that as possible. Ginny had spent every spare moment planning her party. The food was mostly French, and as much as possible was white. Vichyssoise, poached fish, lemon chicken in cream sauce, and white asparagus with Bechamel featured in her catered 12-course ala Rouise meal. Each course was accompanied by a different white wine. The fruit course was melons, thinly sliced at the table. Each circle of melon was filled with vanilla ice cream, revealed as it was sliced. White cake with gold icing would be served outside, where there was a string trio on the new terrace. People could walk through the new garden, sipping wine and listening to music.

She was going with a white-and-gold French theme, but her dress was Grecian - a white stolla with real white roses on the shoulder knots, and a gold sash. Her gold sandals had white ribbons wrapping above her ankles. Her hair was pinned up, also with white ribbons, with tendrils curling down around her bare shoulders. The elves were following the theme, also wearing white robes instead of their uniforms as they carried gold trays of champagne to the guests.

Before the cake was distributed, Harry gave Ginny her Pocket Floo. She was completely puzzled as to what it was. Somehow she had missed ALL of the advertising! "These are brand-new. In fact, they won't even be available for sale until next week, when I'm sure most of your friends will be getting them. You are getting one of the very first ones - I ordered it last Spring. I'll show you later how it works, but I have it all set up, ready to use now. You can call any Floo, any mirror phone, and even any muggle phone number. Try it - call your friend Ester, over there." He showed Ginny how to flip the phone open and turn it on.

As all of her friends gathered around, chattering, Ginny tentatively said, "Esther Tremblewhite." Her friend looked startled as her mirror phone, in her small bag, vibrated. Before long they were all chattering, passing both phones around. Of course one of them dropped the Floo on the stone pavement, which demonstrated the cushioning charm.

There were many other gifts, all opened by the elves, logged, and displayed on long white tables with the gift tags. Most were small jewelry, hair clips, and ornaments. There was a laptop from Ron. No one was paying any attention to the tables, as all of Ginny's friends were playing with her new phone.

Above them, a buzzing was coming closer. Harry called out, "I suggest everyone sit where you can watch the sky!" Three brightly colored biplanes came into view, and began skywriting 'Happy Birthday Ginevra!' With that finished, they showed they were not quite done: They began looping around each other, trailing colored smoke into a great braided heart around the words. Then they flew away. Most of the audience had never seen anything like it. Brooms, yes, but what was that? The heart and words hung in the still air for quite a while.

Lord Tremblewhite tilted his glass in Harry's direction. "You really did go all out for this party! I don't think any other garden party this Summer comes even close. You must have spent a fortune on the remodeling! About how much DID you spend? Esther is sure to be pestering me to re-do our place next!"

The dozen or so men nearby, and several women, most of whom had been wondering much the same, came closer. Harry set down his glass. "I actually made money on it. After the goblins got through with repairing the incompetent construction, and calculated the corrected bill with the fines and breach-of-contract penalty clauses, a French Bankruptcy Law firm contacted me and offered a settlement. I took it. Talk to the goblins if you want to find an honorable decorator."

Then Harry reached into his deep pocket and pulled out a thick roll of parchments. "These are gifts for you all. It is a security ward for your home and business Floos. I have pre-loaded it with the magical signatures of all of the persons who attempted to place spying spells or devices in my home during this remodel. I include instructions as to how to add more as you catch any yourself. The ward keeps them out even if they know your passwords, and notifies you that the attempt to enter was made." That was quite the amazing 'party favor', as the businessmen recognized.

"Oh," Harry added, "The workers who did their jobs properly got written recommendations and bonuses. I figure they are going to need new jobs soon. Ron's going to hire some."

The small crowd regrouped, talking. Harry discovered he was being approached by the Patil patriarch, Giri Raj, whose daughters were with Ginny. His young sons hung behind him. "I hear rumors there is a new high-end clothing service being developed, and your name keeps coming up. I'm looking for something suitable for my daughters, who are currently running a resale shop in Mayfair. I'm negotiating husbands for them, but even after they marry they will want to keep busy. Parvatti took fashion design, and Padma has a MBA, and both know computers. Are you interested in some staff, or a partner?" Harry was, and they talked quietly as the skies darkened. M. Delacour joined them, still reading the ward..

Just before the party broke up there was one more event, and the house lights dimmed. George had arranged a fireworks display, using the bare gardens as a safe launch point. His art only improved with age. Huge chrysanthemums opened in the sky, raining scented wisps. Galaxies wheeled, then a shower of shooting stars was followed by comets lacing the sky. An orrery of planets blossomed, exactly like their first Astronomy lesson*, and the whole Zodiac of Constellations chased each other. Fantastic magical animals morphed from one into another. Finally a great smoke went up, building into a flaming mountain. Out of its peak flew a flaming red dragon, which rushed low across the gardens toward them before exploding in a great blast! The lights came back up, as the startled people laughed and took themselves home. "Got the idea for that out of one of Tolkien's travel books, actually." Said George, appearing at Harry's side to say goodnight.

Percy, joining them, asked, "Say, Dad sure loved those aeroplanes! Where did you find them?"

"I asked at the nearest airport. Ginny gave me the idea, though she didn't know it. One was the crop-duster she hired to poison my lilies."

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Harry expected Ginny would have been happy after that party. She wasn't! "How could you embarrass me by leaving the gardens bare? Gwenog and some of the Harpies wanted to see the flowers, and I had to tell them they were gone! Then, just in case someone had not noticed, you had to let George use the back gardens to shoot off those fireworks, so absolutely everyone saw how awful they look! I cannot face them!" Fortunately, she had to go back to work. Harry blessed the day Ginny had gotten a job!

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* story ID# 11624891 The Giant's Toy