Harry Potter and the Rocky Mountain school of available"
Harry hadn't been back to jolly 'ol England in nearly six months. His deployment to Australia seemed to go on forever. The traditionalist faction had taken a page from Hitler and set up extermination camps for everyone they deemed impure, while the other side put the purebloods and foreigners into forced labor camps and tried to work their prisoners to death. The ICW hit-wizards had taken over the country and attempted to keep the peace. However Harry highly doubted that a single Australian witch or wizard that survived would ever find peace again.
While away Harry frequently thought about his date with Katie. After the first two months away he'd been able to send her letters but he was unable to give her a return address. This was in part due to operational security but more so that he never knew where he would be from day to day. He hoped that Katie was still available, he had really enjoyed their date and could imagine spending more time with the woman.
Harry was by no means a "player" but he had dated some. He knew that sending a woman flowers to her home was a waste. Always send them to her at work, so all those nosey bitches can see how awesome her boyfriend is. He had done just that, sending either Orchids or Lilies whenever possible. Roses were for married men trying to persuade their wives to have sex.
He was quite upset that he missed seeing Teddy off on the Hogwarts Express. His little man was a Hufflepuff like his mother had been. Harry was thankful that the Christmas holidays were just around the corner. He missed Teddy.
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Harry entered the hospital through the floor still wearing his combat gear. He'd just arrived by international portkey and this was his first stop, he wanted to see Katie but he'd also been nursing a broken rib for a couple of days and really wanted to get it looked at.
Approaching the receptionist Harry asked. "Is Healer Bell available?"
"Second floor, triage." The receptionist replied without even looking at him.
Harry made his way up the stairs. Spotting the triage nurse he stated "Good Evening Miss. I have a broken rib that needs looked at and I was hoping Healer Bell was available to see me. Also I need you to bill the hit-wizard Corps for this visit" he said taking out his badge and sliding it across her desk.
"Harry Potter! Oh, um, y-yes." The nurse stammered, taking down his information. "Curtain five is free. Healer Bell will see you in about ten minutes."
Harry retrieved his badge and made his way to curtain five. Closing the curtain behind him, he pulled out his trunk and resized it. Taking off his coat, plate carrier and chainmail shirt and dropping them into the trunk haphazardly. His combat pants went next followed by him boots. He grabbed out jeans and a pullover before reshunk the trunk and placed it on the table. He was just pulling on his trousers when a somewhat harried healer pulled back the curtain.
"Harry! Your back. I'd hug you but your chart says you have a broken rib. If you could pull up your pants and take off your shirt, we can get you all fixed up." Katie said with a bright smile.
Harry pulled up his pants and gingerly removed his turtleneck, revealing an eight inch bruise down his left side.
"Ooh, that looks painful. Do you want a pain potion?"
"No, I'm fine. I'd have taken care of it myself but we are advised not to perform the bone knitting charm on ourselves. How have you been?"
"I've been well. I graduated from Healer training. You? I read in the Prophet about Australia. Is that where you were?"
"Yes. It was ugly and if it's all the same I'd rather not talk about it just yet." Harry said a little stiffly.
"Just one more question. Did Hermione Granger make it?"
Harry's face fell. "She's alive but her husband and son were killed. She's not handling it well."
Katie put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my…I'm sorry. Um. Uh. So what are you doing back in England? I thought Boston was home now."
Harry appreciated the change in topic. "I was reassigned to San Antonio in Texas, just before being deployed. I wanted to spend Christmas with my godson and I was hoping you would like to have a second date?"
Katie smiled at him. "I think I could be persuaded into another date. What did you have in mind?"
"Skating and hot chocolate, followed by dinner in Muggle London?" He said with a grin.
Katie shivered. "I don't like being cold but dinner sounds nice. I have this weekend off."
Harry thought for a moment. "Would you prefer a day at the beach?"
"Harry I just said, I don't like the cold. Brighton Beach would be freezing."
"My godfather left me an island in the Caribbean, I was planning to go look at it soon. Want to co.."
"YES! Yes I want to come, er sorry. That sounds lovely." Katie finished looking sheepish and causing Harry to lookchuckle.
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Present Day
"So, one month down only nine more go! Thank you all for coming. For our new professors, we hold a full faculty meeting once a month. Here you can air any grievances or ask for help with any problems. Coffee and snacks are available at the back of the room and there are bottles of Kahlua and Bailey's in the cold box below the coffee. Since I know he has something to report, let's start with Professor Hardy, Michael if you would." Harry said before taking his seat.
"Thank you Harry. I just wanted to announce that Rocky Mountain and Caldwell glassworks have entered into a partnership to supply potions phials. Starting this month students may begin working for them part-time. The rate is one sickle per phial and it wouldn't surprise me if a diligent student made three galleons a day. They are fairly easy to produce in quantity. If any of your students are interested, have them come see me."
"How much is the school making off this partnership?" Professor Ingram asked.
"Three knuts per piece but after expenses about a Knut per piece. However, any student that works for them part-time can move to full-time upon graduation. Mr. Caldwell also suggested that the company will consider a scholarship if this arrangement works out." Michael answered. Seeing as no one had any more questions, he sat down.
"Filius, what are the young entrepreneurs doing this year?" Harry asked to keep the meeting moving.
The professor stood on his chair. "They are partnering up with the culinary arts club again. This year they will be marketing Peanut brittle, Almond bark and three flavours of candy canes. Butterbeer, peppermint and cherry."
"Nice, put me down for thirty tins of the Almond bark. What are they raising money for this year?" Harry asked.
"The baker's would like a tour of the Honeydukes chocolate factory and the rest will be going to provide winter clothing for underprivileged families."
"Make that thirty tins of the peanut brittle as well. Also contact Natalie Rosemerta and see if she'll give us a group rate."
Filius smiled at that. "I already did. She will only charge us one third."
"Rebecca, how did the student medical examinations go?" Harry ask the school nurse.
"The usual. The kitchen has been warned about any allergens. Unfortunately two of our new students show signs of sexual abuse. I have contacted magical law enforcement and have brought in the mind healer. I understand that they may not be welcomed back home however." The nurse stated early.
Harry let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose before addressing his secretary. "Chelsea please get their names from Rebecca and add them to my Christmas list."
Looking up Harry saw one of the new professors with her hand raised. He indicated for her to speak.
"Christmas list? What's that?"
Before Harry could answer Professor Ingram answered. "The Headmaster has a tradition of inviting any student or faculty that doesn't have anywhere else to go, to his private island every Christmas."
"Thank you Lawrence." Harry said exasperated.
"Is this island somewhere warm?"
"Yes, it's just south of St. Kitts and Nevis. My family and some old friends typically join us."
The teacher smiled. "If you need another chaperone for that I'm sure my family would understand."
Harry grinned back. "If you let me know how many to expect before the first week of December, your family might be able to join you." Then Harry outright laughed at her gobsmacked expression.
"Anyone else have anything pressing to report?" He asked.
"Mister Carson and Miss Sullivan are up to their shenanigans again." Madam Summers announced.
"Who caught them? Where and in what state of undress?" Harry said with a groan.
"A group of third years. On the Quidditch pitch and completely naked." Madam Summers frowned.
"Well Joyce," He said to the old librarian at the far end of the table. "It would seem that regaling them with your tales of your no denture, adventures wasn't enough to cause impotency. They are both of age and I have an invitation to their wedding in my desk drawer, so I say give them a portkey and let them go be exhibitionists off campus. Anyone disagree?"
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A/N: I have been criticised because my stories often have some references to rape, child abuse, torture and human trafficking. Well in my stories Harry deals with evil people and there is nothing more evil than those things listed above. I'm sorry but I live in the real world, where people are shitty and no one gives a fuck about your feelings. To the "Stop trying to normalize rape" fuckwits, I hate to break it to you but it is painfully normal. Not talking about it won't make it go away. Hell, in the case of boys being sexually abused the conversation has barely begun! So in response to that criticism, kindly go fuck yourself.
