Ok, The format may change when I upload this but that's due to moving to google docs to write this. Word is frustrating me to no end!

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The Price of Fame

9 May 1998

"It's a shame they have to sell this place. It's growing on me." Stated Hermione as the teens lay in bed. It took until two am to finish packing everything, the only thing left were the beds which Hermione would shrink in the morning. Maybe I could buy it for her-them? Hmmm.

"It'll be good to get home though. I still need to figure out where I'll live for the rest of the holiday's, and then what I'll do for the rest of them." I'll visit Teddy a lot more that's for sure.

"You can always stay with us Harry, Mum and Dad love you."

"I love them too. I just think you all need some time as a family without strangers around."

"You aren't a stranger."

He shrugged as much as he one can in bed. "Mmm."

"I'm serious."

He sighed. "I know. I just need some time to myself that's all."

"Alright then. If you need anything, you know where to find me."

"Aye aye." God. How can I stop myself when she's like this? That's it, He'd get Ron to see the error of his ways. If he couldn't be with the gem beside him, might as well be with someone he trusted with her. Sort of. He fell asleep well after she did as he pondered the future once more.

...

The house was looking as empty as Harry had ever seen it. And Dan was looking at his daughter with wonderment. "I still can't believe all of our stuff fits in that bloody thing."

"You and me both." Replied Harry.

Hermione huffed and looked at her mother. "Are you ready? We need to get these two home."

"Yes darling."

"Good." The teens held out their arms to their travel partners and disappeared with a crack.

They appeared in the same spot they did the day before and Hermione dragged them through the Atrium. "We aren't going to be late Mione." Said Harry as he panted.

"Say's you. You're the one who disappeared this morning."

"I had something I needed to do ok?" Replied the annoyed Wizard. She had nagged him all day so far about where he had disappeared to. He wasn't going to tell her yet but he had bought the house from the Grangers. Not that they knew that yet as he kept his name out of it.

When the reached the reception he noticed there was more working than yesterday. After looking closer most of them were wearing different clothes, like they worked in different departments. ALL of them stared at him as he stepped up. "Err, Harry Potter for four pm? Sorry I'm a bit late."

The Receptionist looked surprised. "No no, That's fine Mr. Potter it happens. Erm, have a seat."

He flashed them a smile. "Thank you." The gaggle behind the desk giggled as he led the Grangers to the rows of seats off to the left of the counter. Of course Hermione had a book to distract him but all he could do was try to avoid making eye-contact with anyone behind the desk. He couldn't avoid hearing their rather loud whispers. "Is that really him?" "He's hot!" One conversation stood out to him. "Isn't Granger is girlfriend?" "She doesn't act like it." "Urgh, do you think I could get him to stay if I promise to suck his cock twice a day?" "You're not going to town on him without me." Harry broke into a sudden coughing fit and Hermione clapped him on the back.

"You ok Harry?"

"Yeah. Fine." Involuntarily he glanced at the desk and was vividly reminded of the Receptionist in the Minister's Office that looked at Hermione. Bloody karma. He needed a distraction but there was none. So instead he daydreamed, they eventually turned into those girls being his personal sexual servants. When he realised what he was thinking about he shook his head, he couldn't afford to react to those thoughts here.

"Mr. Potter? You can go into the next room now."

Slightly scared to stand up, he rose slowly. "Thanks." He looked at the Grangers and saw Jane smirking at him.

Hermione seemed to not know what was going on. "C'mon Harry," and led the way through the archway, he followed right behind her. He could hear her parents chuckling behind him. Oh god.

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"Lord Potter-Black?" Yep, I'm home alright.

"Yes?"

The woman with the clipboard elaborated. "The Minister would like to meet you now if it's possible."

Actually glad for a distraction from his feelings for a certain witch he replied. "Sure, I'll be there in a couple minutes." He turned to the Grangers. "Sorry but it looks like I'm needed."

Dan replied. "That's ok Harry, stop by later to pick up your stuff."

"Thanks, I'll see you all tonight." The Grangers left after Hermione hugged him, ! and he turned to the woman who addressed him. "He's in his office?" the woman nodded. Harry turned and exited through the waiting room, ignoring the stares more successfully this time. When he made it to the Ministers office the same receptionist was working and recognised him.

"Lord Potter-Black, thanks for coming her on such short notice. Just go straight through." She looked either side of him. "No Miss Granger this time?" He grinned at her, "I'll try to bring her next time." She blushed as he made his way through to Kingsley's office and knocked.

"Enter." He opened the door and entered to find Kingsley leaning on his desk. "Ah Harry, How was Australia?"

He smiled and shook the offered hand. "Brilliant! Thanks for organising everything."

"It was the least I could do." He gestured at the seat in front of his desk, which Harry took. "Now, I hear you've spoken with Ragnok?"

"We had a chat after the wills were read."

"What did he ask?"

He thought back. "He asked for more Equality and integration into the Magical community."

KIngsley looked away in thought. "Was that all?"

"He mentioned the rights to perform magic freely."

"Ah."

"He said you didn't offer anything for his help."

"That's true. It's far easier to have a Goblin ask for what they want instead of deducing it." Harry gave him a silent look of understanding.

Kingsley misinterpreted Harry's look. "Equality and integration is far more doable than the rights to perform magic. I assume that with the right, they would sell services such as warding to Witches and Wizards."

"Why did he ask me though?"

Kingsley sighed. "I know you're uncomfortable with your fame Harry. But with fame, comes to ability to direct hearts and minds. That is the reason we all fought with you in the Final Battle. The things YOU say hold sway over a sizable portion of the population. And combined with your two Hereditary seats on the Wizengamot, you can influence change. As it's improper of a Minister to discuss this with you, you should really talk to Andromeda about this."

"Any excuse to see my Godson."

Kinglsey chuckled. "You do not need ANY reason to visit Teddy Lupin. You are now as much his father as Andi is his mother now."

Harry felt warm inside at those words. I now have a purpose. "I'll go see her soon. But first I need to get back to Hogwarts."

Kingsley moved away from the desk. "By all means Harry. Use my floo."

Harry stood and shook his hand. "Thanks Kingsley."

He took a pinch of the powder. "Hogwarts, Headmistress's Office."

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He dusted himself off to find Minerva dosing at her desk. "Hem hem." She didn't move. "Hem*cough*herragh" That woke her up.

"Harry! How was Australia?"

"Uh, enlightening. What do you know about Wizarding Homes?"

She raised an eyebrow at him. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Well, as I just got back today. I was thinking of staying at, Potter Manor was it?" She nodded. "I have no idea if I need to do anything extra or whatever when I get there. Or even how to get there."

"I will not claim to be an expert of Wizarding Homes but I have been there before."

Harry was instantly shocked. "You did?"

"Of course. I was at your parents wedding and it was held in the gardens of the Manor." He was stunned into silence. "I assume you have the ring?" He held up his hand with both rings adorned for her inspection. "Hmm, would you like to go now?"

"If possible Minerva, though it looked like you're quite tired."

"Not to worry laddie. The air will wake me up. Plus, I'd rather like to visit myself." She wordlessly summoned her cloak and put it on. "Take my arm." And they disappeared with barely a sound.

They appeared on a gravel road, Harry could not see anything except for marsh. Minerva had anticipated his question. "The Wards keep anyone from seeing the place unless they are a certain distance away. And anyone that travels here like we did will always appear in the same spot."

More to himself Harry mumbled. "Why didn't they stay here?"

"I'm sorry to say you will never get the full story of your parents lives but the curiosity is understandable. Everyone knew about the existence of the Manor as it has been in your family for generations. Barely anyone knew about the cottage, it was safer there." She led the way down the gravel and after walking barely ten metres a huge building came into view. His mouth dropped open. It was huge, but somehow only two stories high, covered in light grey stone. It looked rectangular with octagonal towers on both corners. That was all he could make out before the reached the front gate, which was dark wrought iron, a gigantic 'P' filled a fair proportion of the metal. There was no latch, or keyhole (not that he had a key anyway).

"Err, how do I get in?"

She smiled at him. "You're guess is as good as mine Potter."

He glared at her for a second, convinced she was messing with him. Instead of insisting that she answer him he decided to ask his inner Hermione what to do. Tap it with your wand Harry. Hmm that didn't feel personal enough, so he saved her suggestion for later and touched the gate with his ringed hand.

And the gate swung open instantly.

He looked at the woman beside him and grinned. "Would it have made a difference if I just tapped it with my wand?"

"Not to you Harry. But anyone else to try that would have been moved to a holding cell in the basement of the Manor."

They entered the grounds. "Like Gringotts."

"Exactly. Though if the visitors are approved they won't share that fate. I remember Lily changing the wards after James stayed out too late with Sirius. When he touched the gate he found himself in the basement."

Harry smiled. "Even though he was a Potter?"

"They were married by then Harry, both of them were Potters."

"Ah."

"Of course James thought it was hilarious after the fact. She always did keep him in line, when she could see him at least." They made it to the stone steps. "Now the door should-" The door in question swung wide open.

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