Unspoken
by Teddylonglong
Please refer to chapter 1 for my disclaimer and warnings. Thank you.
At the end of November, Harry could finally play Seeker in the match Ravenclaw versus Hufflepuff, while Hermione took one of the Chasers' positions. Only when they took into the air together with the team, did he realise that Connie was sitting next to Professor Flitwick in the Ravenclaw stands with Sirius and Remus on her other side.
'You're here?' he thought to her with a combination of surprise and happiness.
Her response was ecstatic. 'Of course. I want to see your first Quidditch victory.'
Ravenclaw indeed won, when Harry caught the Snitch twenty-three minutes into the game.
'Well done, Harry.' Connie was the first to commend, when Harry guided his broom towards the ground.
"Well done, Harry." Martin, the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, repeated, grinning in obvious happiness. "Now, will the two of you please for once come to the common room for the victory party?"
Harry sighed. "My godfathers came to watch the match together with my girlfriend. Will she be allowed to join us, even if she's not a student at Hogwarts? And will the older girls behave towards her and Hermione?"
"I'll see to it," Martin promised. "As to your girlfriend, you'll have to ask Professor Flitwick."
Harry nodded in understanding. "I'll do that then."
"Harry, come." Hermione pulled his arm and led him and Connie over to where Professor Flitwick was offering his half sincere condolences to his Hufflepuff colleague.
To Harry's relief, the professor immediately agreed for Connie to accompany them to the common room and merely enquired how she was going to get home afterwards.
With a flick of his hand, Harry cast a silencing spell around the four of them. "Professor, Connie and I are both Mini Unspeakables and have our means to travel," he then explained, knowing that Connie did not only have her Portkey into his suitcase but also to the Unspeakables' office, which allowed her to travel to both places from everywhere.
The professor's eyes widened in surprise combined with apparent delight. "That is amazing." He nodded, knowingly. "That explains why you're so proficient in several of your classes. My colleagues were wondering."
Harry inwardly groaned. "Professor, while I shouldn't have told you about it, please do not speak about this with any of your colleagues."
Flitwick nodded. "Thank you for informing me, and I promise that I shall keep your secret. Well done, Harry and Hermione, ensuring Ravenclaw's victory today."
HP
While the mood of their Ravenclaw housemates was good and the members of the Quidditch team were treated like heroes, Harry did not overly like the atmosphere in the common room. The group of older girls, who used to annoy Hermione, whenever they had the opportunity, was sitting in one corner, shooting the occasional glare at Hermione and Connie. Everyone else was friendly to Connie, and Harry could not help feeling extremely proud of his wife, who mingled so well that no one could suspect that she was anything but a witch. He knew, however, that Connie was feeling uncertain, and Lucy seemed to notice it, too. She remained on the sofa between Harry and Connie with her head perched on Connie's lap the whole time.
HP
By the middle of December, Harry managed to finalise the Beater broom and made one broom for Marcus, while he gave his prototype to the Marauders for reproduction and sale in their shop. Right on time for Christmas, it was announced in the shop and sent out to everyone who had pre-ordered it. Like they had done with previous models, Paws and Turtle gifted two brooms to Hogwarts – much to Madam Hooch's delight.
Harry observed from the Slytherin table how the two brooms were delivered to the high table, much to the students' amusement, as the head table was turned into utter chaos, when the brooms hit plates, cups and glasses.
"Two Beater brooms, gifted by Paws and Turtle again." Madam Hooch all but shouted in apparent excitement. "How will I ever be able to thank them for all their gifts? Minerva, you have connections to them, don't you?"
Minerva shook her head. "Sorry, Rolanda, but no. Nimbus is out of their business now, as they solely sell through the Paws & Turtle Brooms shop in Hogsmeade. As it is owned by the Marauders though, perhaps, Harry Potter could assist if you wish to contact them."
Seeing that the professors were looking over to the Slytherin table in apparent expectation, Harry shook his head. "Sorry, Professors, but as we're not allowed to participate in the Hogsmeade visits yet, I haven't even been able to visit their shop let alone speak with Paws or Turtle."
"Would you be willing to accompany me to the shop?" Hooch sounded extremely excited.
Harry shrugged. "Sure, if my heads of house allow me to go."
Hooch looked at Snape, who fiercely shook his head. "No. First-years aren't allowed to go to Hogsmeade. He can go during the Christmas holidays, which are going to commence in nine days."
"That was clear," Harry uttered, only for his housemates to hear.
"Madam Hooch," Marcus spoke up. "In fact, Harry was so kind as to make the contact for me, and I was even able to directly speak with Unspeakables Paws and Turtle. I gave them a few hints for the Beater broom and even tried out their prototype, which is why I am in the possession of my own Beater broom. I could contact them and ask for a meeting with you."
"Thank you, Mr. Flint. I'd highly appreciate it."
Harry inwardly rolled his eyes. 'I don't have time for unnecessary meetings,' he thought in annoyance, when he became distracted by the overall commotion, as everyone left the Great Hall to hurry to their first test of many during the test week.
"Harry, are you coming?"
Harry nodded, and quickly followed Draco, Hermione and Neville to the Transfiguration classroom.
'Harry, remember to send me the image of every written test, so that I can do them here and have Hermione correct them later on.' With this instruction coming from his wife in mind, Harry set to work.
HP
Ten days later, the students had left for the Christmas holidays. Minerva inwardly sighed, as she took her seat at the high table for dinner, the only meal that Albus insisted everyone had to attend on a daily basis. In fact, she had conducted a huge fight with him about her absence for Christmas dinner, which she had won, surprisingly with the help of not only Poppy but also Severus.
Her surrogate family had invited her to join them on Christmas Eve and stay until New Year's Day, and Minerva had happily accepted under the condition that she would only arrive after dinner on Christmas Eve. Of course, she could not tell Albus about her surrogate family, but still, the headmaster had no reason to deny her a much-needed holiday.
"See, Minerva, Harry even willingly returned home over Christmas. The Dursleys can't be so bad."
Minerva almost chocked on her tea. "Albus, they are horrible. Perhaps, life in Slytherin or Ravenclaw is even worse though, especially if your head of house hates you for no obvious reason. Apart from that, he has godfathers. Why in the world would he return to that hellhole?"
Albus looked up in apparent shock. "You don't think that he's staying with Messrs. Black and Lupin over Christmas, do you?"
Minerva let out a deep sigh. "Albus, why would I know where Harry spends his holidays? Please ask Filius or Severus, considering that he's in their houses."
In silent amusement, she listened how Filius replied in apparent admiration of Harry, who had managed to win their first Quidditch match and excelled in all his tests, and how Severus replied in obvious disgust for the famous boy who lived.
tbc...?
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