Chapter 7: Hospital visits and late dinners.

Daphne Greengrass slowly arrived into waking consciousness and found herself surprised by the people at her bedside. She looked at Tracey and found the girl already cracking jokes with the visitors, as she ate something. Daphne then realised that somehow, the trio had managed to sneak Subway sandwiches into Hogwarts. She found herself looking at the characteristic branded bag that was next to her on the bed. She groggily adjusted herself to a more upright position.

"Why do I feel like a Hippogriff trampled all over me?" she complained. Matroness Pomfrey appeared, and once again began her customary tirade:

"Because young lady, what occurred today was far worse than that! You exhausted your entire magical core! The only reason why I won't continue to chastise you, is that you and this one here managed to save two people."

Madam Pomfrey now paused before she explained, "What you did this evening, was admirable. Always liked your father and your mother. And Reginald was a proper gentleman and a romantic. It gives me great pleasure to see both of you are growing up so finely!"

"Thanks?" Daphne replied as she blushed, as this was one of the rare times that she openly showed emotion. Tracey just laughed as she shook her shoulders, before taking a rather large bite of her sandwich. She was only too happy to have something that she thought would only experience during the Christmas holidays. She asked the expected question:

"How did you get Subway into the school?" Tracey asked Neville.

"How much do you know about the Muggle world?" Neville asked.

"I know where to buy things to put in my belly? I know how the pound bills work?" she replied cheekily and Daphne grinned.

"We have a part of the manor that has a magical dead spot. So, I own a laptop and a smartphone. It works off a solar cell array and a battery. My house elf does the ordering for me, and let us say home isn't too far for my elf to apparate here. However, he can't do it regularly."

"I don't know what solar cells are. You will have to explain that one, later. Now I want to cry. Here I was thinking I could get a reliable source of fast food. I wish your elf could make regular trips?" Tracey complained.

"We might have you covered. We opened a small business recently. Small kitchen. Here, is our menu. You can just let us know what you want, and we can get it to you. This comes by floo. Please don't overdo it, and spend all of your allowance indiscriminately." Ronald replied. He then handed Tracey a menu as she began to examine the items.

"How soon can we get this? And why are the items so cheap? I mean, I am not complaining. These prices are Wizarding prices!" asked Tracey.

"Mum has a fair bit of skill in the kitchen, and she uses magic to offset the cost. Neville's greenhouse is providing a lot of vegetables. We also grow a lot of things at home. Only the meat, flour and rice come from Muggle grocery stores."

Madam Pomfrey had returned, and with her was Albus Dumbledore.

"Ah, our young Heroes. Ms Greengrass and Ms Davis, it is good to see that you are much better. This evening was a rather distressing state of affairs."

Both of them nodded, as Daphne summoned enough of an occlumency barrier to keep any passive legillimency attempts out. Both of them also did not keep direct eye contact with the Headmaster. Tracey made an effort to focus intently on the sandwich. Albus decided to switch to his favourite game of distraction:

"Ah Mr Weasley, I very much enjoyed the items. I went to India many years ago as a young man, and the tea and the other small items were just as I remembered them. They were fantastic!"

"Oh, thank you, Headmaster. The kitchen is a joint operation with an Indian family. They migrated many years ago. So, my mum has been learning authentic methods from Ms Singh, and she has been learning British things from mum. I am already hearing talk of some culinary…..experiments?" replied Ronald.

"Ah, excellent! I visited not only wanted to check on the general health of Ms Greengrass and Ms Davis. I would like to speak to all of you, privately as a group. You must understand that we know nothing about the Storm-Lord and the Storm-Priestess, and I am trying to piece together information. I had to tell the rest of the students that wild Thunderbirds were involved. I hope you understand. I must consider all things, as the Headmaster. After some quick diagnostic work, I have ascertained that somebody sabotaged the brooms at the school, and if a single child had died that would have turned everything upside down."

There was a small period of silence, and Neville decided to lighten the conversation.

"Well Professor, I think that is fair enough. Would you mind if we snacked during the meeting? I happen to be pretty good with the Evanesco, so don't worry about crumbs?"

"That would be fantastic. I think perhaps Ronald can extend his menu to these two individuals here. Tomorrow after lunch, I think will be excellent! Oh, before I forget Ms Greengrass and Ms Davis, you have been awarded ninety points each not only for your bravery but for being the first Slytherins to have polite acquaintances with Gryffindors, since the end of the last wizarding war. We need unity in Hogwarts, and I hope that things will change for all of us."

Albus Dumbledore displayed his signature eye twinkle and his grandfatherly smile, as he walked off. Daphne and Tracey looked at each other and laughed.

"That was weird, being in the limelight. I don't like it one bit. Do you three feel like this all the time?" asked Daphne. Suddenly the trio laughed as Luna replied, "Fame is a terrible thing for us. We don't like the attention."

Madam Pomfrey soon arrived to shoo the trio away from the beds. Truthfully, she was happy to see Daphne openly making friends with Neville, and it reminded her of Ophelia and Lilly. When the trio left, she erected a privacy ward as she began to explain her rather unusual findings.

"Now both of you listen. This here is the famous Medi-Bracelet that was developed by Master Healer Ms Priya Singh. She sent these for free. Oh, she was the best student I ever had in the history of Hogwarts. I would like you to put this on…"

"Is something wrong?" asked Tracey.

"Very much so – but I suppose we are in uncharted territory. My dear past student wrote a magical research paper on the effects of high-stress situations on the efficiency of the magical core. It is a new paper, but she claimed that pushing the magical core beyond exhaustion, can cause enhanced efficiency. She had even studied a particular case. However, a lot of people don't ever get that tired, for that to happen. You are familiar with magical maturity?"

"Yes, I am?" answered Daphne.

"Yes, so my dear student makes the argument that magical maturity is not a set stage in development - no it can happen multiple times over a wizard's life. It can also happen with a change in mental state, and it can be uniquely linked to House magic. Now, why do you think I am telling you this, hmmm?"

"The magic we did something kickstarted our development? Is that why we feel hungry and fuzzy?" Tracey asked.

"Exactly. Not a large improvement, but you might be one year ahead possibly? But, slip these on let me check in any case." Madam Pomfrey instructed. As the bracelets were placed on both of the girls, suddenly a holographic-styled illusion was conjured, and the healer began to run diagnostics on the magical core. As the circle began to spin, Tracey asked the obvious question:

"Matroness Pomfrey, why does the magic look like a computer? I know what they look like because my cousins have them?"

"Ah, I have been hearing that comment a lot Tracey. My dear Priya was a muggleborn, and the artefact is patterned after common technology in muggle medicine. She did not build the artefact by herself. She had help from elsewhere for the other components."

"It is very sophisticated! This is amazing. Is this line a representation of my heartbeat?" asked Daphne.

"It certainly is. The muggle doctors don't have magic, so they developed several complex tools to measure many aspects of the human body. Our profession has borrowed much from their medicine. Just try explaining oxygen levels to a pureblood. The English board of healers are considering teaching us to read the new body statistics, that are already standard practice in muggle medicine."

"It is very useful, isn't it?" asked Daphne.

"Yes, it is. Instead of telling other healers that we have a good or bad pulse, we can show them this thing here. I am all for whatever gives us access to extra tools. Much of our medicine is magical adaptations of their medicine, and to an extent, and this is why our job isn't respected by many purebloods. Oh look, we are all done."

"What does it say?" asked Tracey

"You are undergoing a small growth spurt. Like a miniature magical maturity. You could be powerful as a second year, with the stress that your body had to cope with – you will not be casting spells for the next three days whether you are in your common room or in classes. Regular small meals. I will ask the elves to bring a tray to your dormitories."

"Wicked! Ms Pomfrey, do you know that Neville and his gang do breakneck exercises every morning? Absolutely brutal stuff. But the entire group of them can cast far ahead of everyone. Why do I get the feeling, they already know this?" Tracey inquired. Madam Pomfrey's eyes suddenly showed utter surprise, as she thought about such an unusual practice. Daphne began to make connections.

"What if…..hypothetically… Ms Singh whom Ronald spoke about, happens to be the mother of Master Healer Ms Singh. This menu – the name of the place…something is suspicious….I mean how could all of them be utilising barely known research? They have been ahead in everything so far, and it is infuriating!"

"Isn't that a bit of a stretch, Daffy? You are just angry you aren't managing to give them competition?" asked Tracey.

"I admit, that is part of my problem. But I have a talent like my father for making connections. It is part of our family magic. We have had Patels and Malholtras as Minor houses in pureblood circles, but Magical England does not have any Singhs that I have heard about. And we don't ever get many Indians at Hogwarts. Parvati and Padma are the only two Indians at Hogwarts right now? People with the title "Singh" on this magical restaurant menu and the healer herself, are the commonality?"

"Ms Davis, can I see that menu? I have a…hunch?" asked Madam Pomfrey.

Tracey handed over the menu, and then Madam Pomfrey began to scan the menu items for the items that she knew Priya loved – after all, she in the latter years would always bring a hot container of her favourite things at the beginning of the term when she was a student.

"Excellent observational skills Ms Greengrass, this menu is the handiwork of Ms Weasley and Ms Amba Singh. I know all these items all too well. I had all of these, many years ago. I have no idea how they met each other, but I promise they can only do great things! And they are selling the Chai tea? Tell young Mr Weasley that I want a menu, please! As for your observation, Ms Davis and Ms Greengrass, I suggest you join the exercise program. I would like to see the results over an entire year. If I can see a measurable difference, I am going to suggest to the English board of Magical healers that stringent exercise becomes a part of Hogwarts. After all ladies, would you say no to free power?" asked the Healer.

"Nope!" both of them chorused.

Fred and George Weasley who was listening on the other side of the partition laughed. They were slowly figuring out everything, and the extendible ears they had developed had been quite handy for spying on people. Now they knew that their mother's new friend was also the mother of a world class Master Healer. They would continue to collect more information.


It was half past nine and Ronald received instructions on his earpiece:

"Go to the Hufflepuff boy's bathroom, and wait for Mipsy." Harry requested. Ronald followed the instructions, after making sure that he wasn't being followed.

"Right, I am here?" Ronald replied over the earbud.

Mipsy appeared next to him and then she said, "Good. Grace! Instant Zap!"

Ronald could only remember a sudden sparking noise because a second later, he found himself in the primary workshop. However, before he could examine the environment, he found himself looking at his sister, mother and father. Ronald who had changed very much, made it his business to hug his family, which was something he had never openly done before.

"Oh son, what is with the sudden hugs? You don't like them much do you?" asked Molly.

"Er…I read this really powerful idea in one of Harry's books. Let me read it off, it is a bit long…"

Ronald took out a small piece of parchment, that had been inked with some hasty handwriting, as he read the profound quote:

"Do not dream of possession of what you do not have; rather reflect on the greatest blessings in what you do have, and on their account remind yourself how much they would have been missed if they were not there - Marcus Aurelius' Meditations."

"You have been reading son?" asked Authur.

"Yes. Hadrian provided me with a lot of great books. I have this one written down because I thought this quote was…..important. Why are you here? I wasn't expecting anyone else, although it is nice to see you! Wait a moment….who is that bird?"

Ginny proceeded to give her brother a tight squeeze. Ronald was different now. Grace, on the other hand, was sniggering. She always liked when she was the surprise.

"Sit at the table son, and let us tell you about what happened today. It was quite fulfilling, I think. It is always what I dreamed about doing." Molly explained. As Ronald sat down, and the food arrived and the conversation began:

"Well Ronald, we heard about what you did today. You were very brave. Very proud of you, son. Although as to why this sequence of events happened, it is partially because of the mischief that Harry and Hermione get up to?" Molly explained.

"Your name is Harry?" asked Ronald.

"Technically….it is Harry Hadrian Potter."

Ronald stood still, as he furrowed his eyebrows. Instead of yelling and causing a commotion, he merely sat down and began to put things together. He stayed silent for an entire two minutes, as he seemed to be deep into thought. Molly and Authur were quite surprised by the silence – Ronald was usually brash, but the real reason why he stilled himself was that he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of Hermione. Harry was grinning all the while, as he realised that Ronald had merely needed a little push, to manifest many stellar qualities as a young man. He slowly began:

"If I had to guess…..you have been planning this for a long time. I don't know how you did it, but the article in the Daily Prophet can't be true. You are hunting them down, aren't you? Revenge for your parents? This feels like Lorna planned this. She is crazy, but good crazy."

"Not bad Ronald. Go on?" replied Harry.

"So, assuming you are Harry Potter…that means….er…is Master Healer Priya V Singh your adoptive mother? I saw old prototypes for the bracelet in a box. It was labelled 3d printed parts? You helped her with it, I think. I suspect so, I want a confirmation…"

"Correct. What else?" Harry asked.

"I also know that you are keeping an eye on Hogwarts. It was you who uncovered Draco's sabotage. I know that you killed some Death Eaters. I have no problem with that. Old me would suggest you blow Slytherin House into smithereens, but there are a lot of nice people there. So, I don't know what you will do. All I know is that Neville and Luna know the whole story. Hermione…..I don't know about you. You probably met Harry at muggle school, but that is all I can come up with. And your bird has to be special. Did she…apparate me? I think so, only because she is laughing at me. How did I do?" asked Ronald.

"Ha! Harry, you owe me a tenner! Told you he would figure it out! Pay up…..now!" Hermione laughed. Harry took the cash out of his wallet, and Ronald smiled a bit as he realised that his dream girl had bet on his hard work.

"Well Ron, it starts with…"

Harry began to explain his situation and story for the third time.


Two hours later, Ronald was drinking some wine as Harry began to recap the main points, after giving him a tour of the projects, the manufacturing area, weapons rack and the armour alcove. Grace didn't mind hanging around his shoulder for cuddles, as he realised that the bird had saved Harry's life. Ronald was now contemplating everything he had heard:

"So, he will be back, and he did a type of magic so foul that even the Goblins won't speak of it? And you broke into Azkaban and killed the Dementors? And you and Hermione are my age? All that strength, size and talent is the product of exercise and regular studies? I don't think Helga Hufflepuff can keep up with you lot!"

Ronald made his face neutral, as he realised that he had a fair chance of winning Hermione's affection. She was his age – it was like a dream come through. As Ronald thought about this, Harry began to explain the more deviant side of his personality:

"Yes correct, and most of what has happened is very deliberate. I am very much a manipulator when I need to be one. You heard the logs from Dumbledore's office. Do you think he has any right to use Neville as a weapon? And you heard him? He hopes that you and Luna will ride off into battle, unprepared. The most I want the three of you doing when Moldydork arrives is defensive work.

So yes, it is beneficial that I violated his privacy. He would send you off in life-threatening situations so that he can position his chess board as he sees fit?" Harry explained, as this voice became very angry and his eyes slightly glowed.

"I don't know what to say. I am happy that you told me directly, without being dishonest. I would be willing to take on some risk if I knew what I was walking into?" Ronald replied, as Molly and Authur silently nodded.

"He wants to position you as he pleases, but let me ask what are you willing to sacrifice? Are you willing to get your hands bloody? It sounds nice and righteous but let me share an insider secret. Hermione and I have killed. There is no glory in it. We still get nightmares!" Harry replied, with his voice haggard and raw.

"All I can do is help you along by being reliable. I am sorry for your pain. But you saved my mother and my sister. If you asked me to fight at your side, I would join gladly. You should not have to do all this alone." Ronald replied, without a hint of hesitation.

"Ronald that is…." Molly squeaked.

"No mother, my choice to make! Malfoy almost killed sixteen students today. I am surprised he is still breathing! You could have stomped his face in, as far as I am concerned. And Grace, next time hit the moron with another bolt of lightning. Take his silver, slicked-back hair off his head." Ronald replied, firmly.

"Squak!" she replied, as she voiced her displeasure. Harry then explained his reasoning:

"We made an agreement that we would only deal with adults. We have to draw the line somewhere. He is a child and a misguided one of that. He hasn't taken up a wand to cast an unforgivable yet. None of Draco's known associates are full adults. I think Grace did him enough damage in any case."

"He hates me in particular. I don't mind going the extra mile to keep tabs on him. Whatever you need from me, consider it done. War is coming, and nobody touches my family. Nobody." Ronald yelled, and his parents and sister were surprised by his sudden ferocity. It seemed that there was a fair bit of Gryffindor in him yet.

"Well, great to have you on board. It is difficult doing the runaround. It feels good that we can talk the usual business around you." replied Hermione

"By the way, Harry, before I get back to Hogwarts I have a high risk business proposition. I can offer no evidence that I can do it, but yet I feel I could make this work because I do happen to have a very special skill," replied Ronald.

"Oh? Tell us!" Harry replied as he was suddenly excited.

"Buy the Chudley Cannons. Kit them up with the fancy stuff. Then we replace them with Hogwarts talent. Their primary problem is that they need an excellent keeper, and I know who can fix the issue. Douglas from the Appleby Arrows. He left his team because of a pay dispute. He as the keeper and Charlie as seeker? They will DEMOLISH the competition. I also have some special plays to exploit the weaknesses of the other teams."

"Ron, are you a lunatic?" asked Ginny.

"Yes. I am now, because I know these two. The debate is not if we are mad, but how mad we can be?" Ronald replied thoughtfully. Harry and Hermione were grinning. The red-haired boy continued his justification:

"I know Quidditch better than any subject at Hogwarts. I think it is time to put my Quidditch knowledge to use, and I am a hard worker. I can make it work."

Harry was now laughing, and Molly was beginning to wonder if her youngest son had been replaced by a polyjuiced imposter. Sirius Black who was working in the corner of the shop butted in:

"Done! Whether they win or lose, matters not. Having control of a Quidditch Team is a good political move. It will be a chance to push all of our new products through and get free advertising. It will also provide me with a cover identity. How can we be businessmen of unquestionable repute, and we down own a sports team? I don't have a lot of brains, but I do have a lot of charm! Mr Padfoot Snuffles, the new owner of the Chudley Cannons? From what I understand, they cost small money, about 750,000 galleons. Cheap for us!"

"Lord Black, you got a deal!" shouted Ronald.

"Just Sirius is fine, Ronald" Sirius replied.

"Well son, you always said you could make them win. I do hope you are successful. I am going to ask for my one month vacation, and I will be in the kitchen from Monday. Ginny, you can come along, but I heard you like working with Remus?" her father asked.

"I want to be a mechanic? Wrenches are cool? Today I helped with the hydraulics!" she replied, as she recounted pouring hydraulic oil into the Thunderbolt frame reservoir, and attempting to tighten a bolt, with a very long lever.

"That is our Ginny. She was pretty handy in the shop, today. Remus allowed her to fixture some pieces in the machine. Anyway, we already packed a case up for you Ron. Full keeper gear, enclosed helmet, waterproof, all shock absorbent materials. And finally two special things for you, and something for someone else."

Harry opened the case and tossed the outlandish looking broom that looked somewhat like the Rudra to Ronald. He decided to mount the broom and just move around. That was when Ronald realised that this broom had been tuned for maximum sensitivity.

"This, it doesn't have the top end speed I think. But just a small shift can orient the broom quickly. Far more sensitive than Charlie's broom! Just as good as his, but totally for keepers?" asked Ronald.

"Exactly. I present The Morrigan. She is designed not for top-end speed but for sudden changes in direction. As you can see, we have a performance module attached to it. You can retune the thruster performance, and you remount any of the components as you please. Upon successful testing of the broom over the next two months, we will have something waiting for you.

The second thing for you is the gauntlet, It covers the upper and lower arm in a brace. It is powered by something called a Piezoelectric Polymer. You press this button and the material mimics your arm muscles. It will allow you to throw the Quaffle with a lot of force. The force amplification is about double what your arm can do."

"Wicked. Wait a moment, I technically have the opposite things of the twins and Charlie? Against Gryffindor, I can put up a fight. What about Ravenclaw?"

"Luna isn't interested in playing Quidditch. In any case, after successful testing, everyone can buy the gear around Christmas time. So, the next half of the quidditch season next year will be pretty fair. Yes, even for House Slytherin too. Until then, the Weasleys will rule the roost."

"Thank you. I will keep in touch with you on the dataslate and the earbuds. Thanks for the link into the server or whatever you call it." Ronald replied.

"Oh yes right! This is for Daphne and Tracey! Neville can show them the features, it will allow them to chat with you anytime."

"Oh! This will be bloody excellent! Professor Dumbledore plans to question us tomorrow. Anything you need me to do?"

"Nope. Already spoke to Neville. You just relax. Once you have Morgana's band on, it is all good." Hermione replied.

"Oh alright. Mum, can I get items from the kitchen tomorrow after lunch? I don't mind paying?"

"Nonsense. Harry's kitchenware allows us to save so much time, that the food is only a little more expensive than the Leaky Cauldron. Whatever your friends need, call me and I will send it. We have enough customers, and I don't need to charge my son and his friends."

"Oh alright. Well Mum, Dad, Ginny see you guys later. Call me soon alright?"

"Yes Ronald, tomorrow evening dear," Molly replied, as she hugged her son. Ronald closed his eyes and hugged his mother with no shame. For a moment it was very precious, and Harry was reminded of himself.

"Grace, I think it is time to get Mr Weasley back to school?" asked Harry.

Ronald held his package in his hand, as Grace apparated him to the Hufflepuff bathroom. He slowly made his way back to his dorm, as he gently put everything in the corner of the dormitory. Then he changed into his pyjamas and brushed his teeth. As he laid down on his bed and considered the momentous reveal that had occurred tonight. Harry Potter was alive and was a far better person than any of the books that he had read. And to think that he had suffered so much. And his burdens – he had to kill to save his adopted mother.

And the girl he loved had killed to ensure that his mother and his sister were safe and unharmed.

No Harry had not instigated events. While Harry believed that was the case, Ronald did not agree. As far as he was concerned, the reaction to terrorise the public in Death Eater uniforms? And then to use the Cruciatus on random people in the street? He had heard the story of the girl who had been saved in the alleyway. Everybody wanted to rally behind the Storm-Bringers, but they seemed to openly shy away from direct action. Harry had been right – the wizarding world was truly full of sheep. Maybe, they needed someone to lead the flock.

Ronald was no longer fascinated with fame and acceptance from anyone. He made up his mind, that he was training for war. If Luna was the best with charms, and Neville seemed a natural at combat magic, he was going to become strong and durable.

He was going to become the physically strongest Wizard in Hogwarts.


While these events were occurring elsewhere at Greengrass Manor, Cyrus had invited his trusted friend Reginald Davis and his wife Amy for an informal friendly dinner. The purpose of the dinner was two-fold. Reginald had heard from someone that Lucius Malfoy was planning to pass oppressive legalisation, and that needed to be discussed. Finally were the rumours about the trio, who had become the source of rumours in the darker houses. To them, it seemed Augusta's grandson and Authur Weasley were dogging them through their children. And the implications that Luna Lovegood was publishing articles for the Quibbler had caught people's attention. Reginald also desired to honour the fortnightly dinners that had become a habit over the last decade. After all, the neutral block in the Wizengamot was already rather small. As they sat at the table, Cyrus decided to just lead with the facts, as there was no easy way to put across the point, in any case.

"Well Reginald, the big reveal is that we have a pretty good idea of what happened in Diagon alley on Monday. And you will not like to hear this – Ophie and Astoria were there, and had the 'privilege' of having an encounter with the Death Eaters."

"What?" yelled Amy.

"Wife I understand that you are concerned, and so am I. Please not so loud dear. Cyrus, I get the feeling you have momentous things to share with us?" Reginald interjected.

"Reg? You have no idea, For most the Storm-Bringers are an elusive mystery. We however know exactly who the Storm Lord is, but not the other three. They are a total of four people who were in Diagon Alley. And yes, they were responsible for taking the trash out, on Monday. Good riddance, I say."

"How did you come across this information?" asked Amy.

Ophelia began to narrate her experiences:

"We came across the information from the horse's mouth, as the expression goes. When the anti-apparition wards went up, Astoria and I were trapped. And yes somebody has a spell or item that can block elf apparition also. I had heard the rumours about its usage in the war, but now it is confirmed. I could not get Hoppity to collect us. We rushed into an alleyway, and a group of Death Eaters was about to rape a young witch, after dragging her from the main street. Goyle senior was there, and he was rather anxious to get on with it?"

Reginald and Amy now had their hands on their mouths. Astoria had snuck up to a broom closet that was not too far from the kitchen table, by going around a bookcase. She was listening intently.

"Yes, I was disillusioned and Astoria was trying her best to stay quiet. I wondered if we would have to suffer the horror of witnessing the vile act. I covered Astoria's eyes and I prepared for the worse. Then Storm-Lord arrived and proceeded to cut down ten men in under two seconds."

There was silence. Suddenly Amy asked the obvious question:

"Did you say….ten of them in two seconds?"

"Correct Amy. It seems that his sword can burn through objects. He did not use the sword alone, I think he had a gun too. Although I am not sure, don't know much about Muggle weapons. Between the slashing and the gun, they were soon chunks of burnt meat and he cast enough spells at the rest of them in the middle of their forehead."

"So he shot them then? That is what happens if you use a gun on a person. You..shoot them. Shot is in the past. You saw it up close then?" asked Amy.

"Yes, we can look at the Pensieve in a bit. His style of fighting is utterly brutal but calculated. For a young man, you could see that he was physically fit. His muscles were visible, and he can apparate at a rapid speed with great accuracy. He seemed to dart in and out, and utilize unconventional angles and directions. All the men were dead in the blink of an eye."

"Oh crap!" Amy replied. "What else happened?"

"Oh, it only got worse from there," Ophelia replied.

"Were you harmed Ophie?" asked Reginald.

"Not one bit. I think he got a laugh off me. He has ears everywhere, and he was concerned that Astoria could carry information to Draco. He did something almost like a wandless Imperius! He forced Astoria to look at the wall, and see nothing. She can't remember our discussion and even the combat! That implies that he has an advanced grasp of magic."

"Wait, without a wand? How is that even possible?" asked Reginald.

Astoria began to remember the slight hazy feeling, and she realised that she had missed something. She listened on, as she wanted to know why the Storm-Lord had exercised caution. Caution that had designated her as a possible threat. What combat were they talking about? The conversation continued:

"I know how it is possible. Let me explain what happened next before we unravel the rest of the secrets. I began to cast all the curses that I knew, both Pinegrew and Greengrass and it all harmlessly bounced off his armour, like I was an unimportant firstie student. His armour is magically impenetrable. It can conjure shields when attacked. Many artefacts can do this, but never have I seen it so precise and repeatable. As you know, doing a runic array to conjure a protego only works twice before the etching burns out. That is a problem that nobody ever solved?"

Reginald and Amy were now flabbergasted.

"Now if that wasn't novel enough, he was quite amused as he told me that I must think that all magic required a wand. He is quite adept at wandless magic, and…"

Suddenly a small bird alighted on the kitchen table, which Cyrus recognised as the Snyde raven. He collected the small bottle filled with memories, and read the note aloud to everyone.

"Copy of Azkaban Breakout. Identified as genuine. Sending, as we neutrals need to know. There is a new player in the game. Cillian."

After her husband read the missive, Ophelia continued her tale which had Lord and Lady Davis on the edge of their chairs.

"So yes, then after making me feel like a firstie, he casually mentions that some morons recently tried to cast the Avada Kedavra on him, and all it did was make some unimpressive craters in his armour. He explained that he survived and they didn't, which implies that he killed the lot of them."

"I almost don't want to believe you Ophie, but if you have Pensive memories, that is something I want to see?" commented Reginald.

"Oh, don't worry. We have enough entertainment for the night. The final joke I think was when he questioned if Ms Pinegrew was trustworthy. He flat out said that the last time they tried the Avada Kedavra on him, it did not work. At first, I didn't catch on, until I realised that he was talking about before he developed his impressive armour. Think carefully about my last statement. Really carefully."

"Nobody ever survived the Avada…. Wait a moment…Are you saying that the Storm Lord admitted to you that he was…..Harry Potter!" inquired Reginald.

"Not only that – he is challenging me to find him! This is a test. He knows I am Ms Pinegrew because Lilly Potter was secretly my best friend from year three upwards. That means not only did he step into his inheritance from his parents, but he is also using all of the research that Lilly would often talk about and that nobody else could understand. She had magical theories that were decades ahead, but nobody listened to her!"

"You were friends with Lilly Potter? And you never introduced me? But Ophie, I always wanted to meet her! She was the brightest person at Hogwarts!" Amy commented.

"I know. The Potters were on the run from Lord Moldypants and…"

Reginald's eyebrows raised, and Amy smiled a bit.

"Yes, Lilly made that name up for him. I didn't want to risk anything, so I decided to keep her secrets. It was necessary. Anyway, after all that drama and conversation was done, then he was joined by three others. The Rune-Priestess was covered in blood. So, make no mistake – they are all willing to kill, and they fear no one. And they can fly without brooms. They did not look like Aurors, or assassins. They looked like walking death!" Ophelia explained.

"When you consider who was killed, perhaps this isn't such a bad thing?" asked Reginald.

"Perhaps. I know we have no love for that group of nincompoops. Finally, he has a bird that allows him to bypass all wards. He and his group of operatives merely apparated out with no issues. It was the most impossible experience I ever had, in five minutes!" Ophelia exclaimed. Reginald was now scratching his head, as he considered the news article and everything else that had occurred. Cyrus decided that they would have their meal now, and later they could continue the discussion.

"Alright everyone let us eat, and then we can watch the Pensieve memories after. Perhaps Harry Potter is like his father and his mother. He probably faked his death and is leading the whole of wizarding England on a wild goose chase as a prank. And then he is a serious academic like his mother too. That is the only logical explanation. And make no mistake, he wants revenge for what was done to him. And he had already acted."

"Cyrus, he is really something, isn't he?"

"Honestly Reg? I want to send him a fruit basket. I admire him for outright thinning the herd of those morons. I hope Lucius loses his head soon. Wait until you hear about his business acumen. We have roughly calculated he is making one million galleons a year, on just the new portrait ink you have heard about. I think he invented it. The Storm-Priestess is making even more with the Medi-Spray."

Reginald let a long whistle out.

"Hoppity, get a bottle of wine for us. Red. My favourite. Bring glasses for all of us, we are going to need a drink." Ophelia commanded.


After the meal was finished, Ophelia had taken Reginald and Amy into the Pensieve, as they systematically reviewed the combat, the enhanced apparition, the sword, the gun and all the other items. Of course, the tidbit of Lucius Malfoy being a rapist was also sour news. They had decided not to discuss that matter. Reginald appreciated the capability of the armour to fly, and Cyrus had commented on the handheld implement that the biggest man was carrying.

"It looks like a bigger version of their 'guns'. Maybe for blasting walls?" asked Reginald.

"So, they can breach places. We have no confirmation that the bird is a phoenix, but whatever it is, the creature is very beautiful. It even seems to have a lot of attitude for a bird, you don't find?" asked Cyrus

"Yes, the bird is very expressive. So, wards don't mean anything to him. He can fly, he has enhanced range and he can apparate fluidly into battle. And he has impenetrable armour and a deadly sword. Those guns look like they have improved from the initial Malfoy showdown. The energy looks more concentrated and powerful. The choice of the spell has to be something exotic because it burns away flesh. It must have been painful?" Reginald wondered.

"I don't think Death Eaters have ever faced someone who specialises in combat. Death Eaters love to play with their prey. Harry Potter seems to go for your head immediately. No threats, no taunts. Direct and efficient." Cyrus commented. After a small break, they began to watch the memories of the Azkaban breakout, that Lord Snyde had provided. Suddenly the entire chain of events began to make sense, as they considered the differences and the finer details. That was when according to Amy, "Well, shit just got real!"

They observed how Harry Potter had opened up his statement by outright killing Dementors. And worse, there was no understanding of what had killed the Dementors. However, because the group had seen the alleyway confrontation, they guessed that Harry had chosen to fly and use his gun. From Dawlish's recollection, it seemed that the guns had a fair bit of range.

"His spell can kill Dementors? What kind of magic is that?" Reginald exclaimed.

"Probably Lilly's magic. She was a theoretical savant. Her contributions would have changed the magical world. So I suppose it lives on through her son?" Ophelia suggested as she smiled.

"Cyrus, is that about….four hundred feet?" Reginald asked.

"Yes, I think so Reg. That implies that he is accurate from that far and that his artefacts have that type of range. This is an entirely new class of weapons. Between his armour and these new weapons, he is untouchable. I only have about forty feet of range, and that is why I am feared with a wand?" Cyrus explained.

"Aiming a spell while being on a broom is difficult. Seems to be a walk in the park for him. Would he ever need to engage with people on the ground, when he can just fly and drop spells on them? The Dark Lord being able to fly, made him feared. Here, the same thing was achieved, without any dark magic?" Reginald wondered.

"More than one way to skin a kneazle, as the saying goes?" Cyrus replied.

Then the scene shifted to the loud music and the psychological torture over the next few days. The attack from the sky? The loud disorienting music? It was the most novel thing they had ever seen. They observed as Harry wore them down with a strange cacophony of Muggle music, war sounds (according to Amy), and movie lines.

"I can't believe Arnold Schwarzenegger, Samuel L. Jackson and all the other movie stars were used. Dawlish was positively out of his mind!" Amy laughed.

"This is exactly James Potter, with some Lilly mixed in. He is his parent's child," Ophelia smiled, as they looked at the bombardment. Now it became obvious that Harry or whoever was flying around could stay invisible. Now the sudden confusion seemed clear – nobody had seen the fight in Diagon alley. Perhaps Harry had seen Opelia, and decided to reveal himself?

"And they have invisibility too? Did you notice they can fire spells without giving away their location? That cant be disillusionment. Not even a shimmer." Amy wondered.

"Maybe it is a new method for Invisibility. No cloak is involved. Probably the armour can conjure it?" Reginald suggested.

"That is even worse. They would just stand somewhere under invisibility and use their guns to take out people. And if no cloak, you could not summon it? That probably caused the Death Eaters to quake in terror on Monday?" Cyrus realised.

"Good. Time for them to get a taste of their own medicine?" Ophelia replied, almost as if she seemed proud of Harry's achievements.

"You like him, don't you?" Cyrus grinned. Ophelia's face took on a bit of anger, as she explained her reasoning, and the other three were surprised – it indicated that the issue had probably haunted her for a long time:

"He would have been my son if Albus Dumbledore had not meddled! And when he got old enough, I would have had Daphne marry him! That was always our plan, between Lilly and I. He became powerful, yes. The question you must ask is what caused him to suffer this much, that this became necessary?" Ophelia insisted before the three other individuals realised that she had a point. The Pensieve memories continued, and then the young Aurors arrived via boat. Dawlish had screamed at the crowd and had been inside before spellfire was heard. As he rushed outside, the presence of the huge man with the energy shield only added to the impossible things that Harry was building. Maintaining a protego for such a long time was difficult – and this spell looked far tougher and sturdy. It was almost like he had a walking wall. It was also an opportunity to see how much spellfire could be produced by a gun. Now Dawlish and his other four team members were receiving spellfire as if they were facing fifty Aurors, at an impossible range, with perfect accuracy.

"So not just range and power. The volume of spells that his weapons can produce is…mind-boggling. A single gun could clear a room of Aurors!" Amy insisted.

"Let us see some more. That shield? I want one!" Cyrus joked.

As the memory progressed, Dawlish finally got a good view of his enemy. Harry was floating, and whatever he held in his hand was much bigger. Then some objects fell out of the air, and the rookie Aurors were now stunned. When he landed, the adults got a good view of what Harry was packing. The guns came in different sizes and the bigger ones meant more trouble. The bigger gun was shooting at such long ranges – how could anyone deal with that? And the coordination? The assault team had been able to just blatantly launch all-out attacks as the defence was not even a concern.

"Oh dear, he has a much bigger one then?" Ophelia exclaimed.

Once again, shields were no big deal as it was summoned to protect Harry as Dawlish targeted the boy. However, it seemed like a body-sized shield was being used. When he had failed to summon the shield, the other spell had fizzed out against his armour. After the magical shields, there seemed to be a layer of physical protection. So the Armor had undergone some advancement – perhaps this was where he had tested it, and found shortcomings. The final big surprise had been the following:

"Enough of this stupidity, it exhausts me.

My name is Lord Peverell. I give you an oath upon my magic that Sirius Black is innocent. Peter Pettigrew killed Lilly Potter and James Potter. He was the secret keeper. If you hand him over, I will leave you alone.

If you refuse, I will not hurt you or damage you in any way that might threaten your livelihood. But I will cause you great pain. Listen well…Test me and you will receive no mercy.

You will kneel before magical might. You will bow to technological supremacy.

Kneel to the lineage that made the wands of the Four Founders of Hogwarts.

Kneel to the lineage that made the Deathstick!

"How about we watch everything and then we can talk about it? All of this was planned. If we continue to discuss as the memories come long, we will be here all night!" Cyrus suggested.

"This is wild. I always thought that the Deathstick was a myth. And his other lineage made the wands of the founders? Just imagine that knowledge and then, Lilly's research? And let us consider what Harry brought to the table. He was brilliant at Muggle school. He was a top student. I think it is more likely we haven't seen his entire arsenal yet?" Amy suggested.

"Now Lilly's death makes sense. Peter Pettigrew betrayed them! I can't believe this!" Ophelia replied as she was on the edge of crying.

"I knew it. Sirius and James loved each other too much. I had suspicions, but at the time, nobody looked into the matter. Well, those days are back to haunt us, I suppose. Harry found out, and he came prepared to take what was his." Cyrus wondered.

"He was even somewhat….tolerant. He told them that he would not permanently damage them. That is a surprising amount of restraint. These Aurors survived, according to Cillian's letter. So he doesn't kill, indiscriminately?" Amy suggested as she scratched her head.

"Let us look at all of the memories, and then we can work backwards?" Reginald suggested. The Pensieve resumed, and now there were no pauses, as they looked at the entire plethora of memories, one after the other.


"Expecto Patronum! Protect Sirius. Let darkness die here today, permanently. Such creatures do not deserve to exist. Hound them!"

"Fenrir. Welcome to my pack. Hound all of the dementors on this island. Follow the eagle, put all of them into the open. There must be none left to terrorise the world."

So the Patronus was no big deal.


"Are you giving me Sirius Black? Make up your mind" Harry asked.

"No - I will not give you Sirius. He is a wanted criminal." The Auror responded.

"Very well. Pain will make you change your mind." The boy replied. They then witnessed a slightly toned down, but proper beat down.


Cyrus who was a political savant realised that someone had helped Harry Potter to get in touch with the magical world. He had inherited another powerful lineage, that had provided him with what he had needed. He owned two seats in the Wizengamot and that alone made him powerful. He could tip the scales with just his presence! They continued to look on, as they witnessed his acidic vocabulary:


"Consider this demonstration a gift for your forthright stupidity, you ubiquitous, cretinous, bipedal asininity.

aaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH….

SMASH – SMASH -SMASH – SMASH-SMASH!"


Harry had somehow modified apparition to charge into objects. And his armour was sturdy enough to protect him. That meant that the item was very durable. As he ripped the wall down, the lightning sparked from his armoured glove. Ophelia could see he was angry.

He had enough of having his family taken for them. This was Lilly's rebellion.

Then the final grand finale was witnessed before the memory went dark:


I am death incarnate – I am the last thing you will ever see, you foul creatures. Gaze upon the individual that will unmake your existence. Eat plasma you set of upright dildos.


The second collection of memories was merely from many different perspectives. However, what it demonstrated was what the Peverell Magic looked like:

"Familicus Magicus!" the boy yelled, as he collected three killing curses against the armour, that merely seemed to smoke as his eyes glowed. Then, he proceeded to wandlessly levitate men, as he slammed them into the wall. He tore out spines and then he summoned lightning as he shaped it to his desire. Suddenly, Opelia remembered the day she had seen a boy in the bank with an Indian witch. From the collected memories, all that was known was that a woman had been kidnapped.

This was personal, and his rage was that of a dragon. He was unstoppable.

Ophelia quickly reasoned that Harry's adoptive mother had been kidnapped – it had really been him that day. This was approximately three years ago. He had done all this from not knowing a scrap of magic. The memory faded out, as Lord Snyde had not managed to acquire anything from the aftermath of the battle.


They all returned from the Pensieve and sat down. Cyrus Greengrass already understood what was going on:

"Well, that was self-explanatory. I have to admit, best magic I have ever seen. I don't think Dumbledore is that powerful." Cyrus explained.

"But why all this preparation? Who could even challenge him?" asked Amy.

"Dears, hold on I am going to fetch one of Lilly's letters. Actually, let me bring all of them."

Ophelia returned with the entire stack of letters, that seemed to be painstakingly put away in a beautiful ornate chest. She began to browse through the last letter that she had received. She then read aloud:

"…..anyway Ophie, I suspect that the Dark Wanker is playing with soul magic. That is why he can reconstitute himself from such terrible wounds. Some are frightened by such things but not me. He is coming after my husband and my Harry. He will pay rather dearly for his assumptions…."

Cyrus read the entire letter and considered all the things he had seen. After scratching his beard, he spoke:

"Well, I have a theory. It is outlandish but it makes sense. The House magic is pointing me this way

I want to believe that Harry Potter is preparing for the return of the Dark Lord. He must have some kind of confirmation that he isn't dead. Soul magic is more or less necromancy. I would not even bother to open those types of books. But it seems the Dark Lord would flirt with such things. So, I think Harry is going to stay under the radar, and then spring the trap just when the Dark Lord is comfortable. Sirius Black was James' brother, so Harry decided to acquire him. However, I want to believe that the other masked man in the Azkaban breakout is Remus Lupin. The height of the man is a tip-off. Who was taller than Lupin at school?"

"I sometimes used to think that he was the tallest man in magical England. And he looks even bigger! Lupin is a well known friend to that lot. No disagreement from me?" Reginald replied.

"So, he acquired Remus. Now he has Sirius Black. Perhaps Harry met the girl in the Muggle world? She wasn't there for the Azkaban break out. Perhaps she helped Harry with building the artefacts. You would need all types of runes?" Ophelia wondered.

"Didn't Skeeter's article mention that Harry had a friend who was like a sister at the Muggle school? Yes, it now makes sense. Perhaps the girl also inherited powerful magic too? He met a muggleborn witch, like me! Ha! How could I not feel great about that? She kicks ass! She is a muggle born!" Amy explained.

"Somebody pushed for them to have their bloodlines tested. It is normally fifty thousand galleons to test for additional bloodlines. That meant that they probably had money lying about. Maybe it came from the girl? And then they received what was theirs?" Ophelia suggested.

"Wait, hasn't Augusta been pushing hard lately in the Wizengamot? Aren't the Longbottoms allied with the Potters? So, we have at least the Black seat if Sirius takes up the Lordship and the Potter seat eventually. The Peverell seat and the Rune-Priestess' seat could be minted with the money they have. That is five possible seats between the group! Augusta knows, and she has to be involved!" Cyrus exclaimed.

"That makes sense, with another piece of information that came by - I have been hearing rumours from the grapevine. Hogwarts has an infamous group called 'the trio'. Supposedly the Sorting Hat said that they were special. Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood and Ronald Weasley. I heard that Slytherins are complaining that the trio are scoring the most points, and Severus Snape got into an altercation with Augusta herself. The news came from this man, I can't remember his name. His daughter is Merula, that is all I can remember." Reginald replied.

"Lord Oakwood, I think. Do you think that perhaps, the 'trio' know Harry? And that Harry and his friend are already teaching them advanced magic? Almost as if they are recruiting for an army? Because Harry and his friend decided to skip Hogwarts. How did they fool the letter system? That is already madness!" asked Ophelia.

That was when Zeus, Daphne's owl flew in, and Cyrus was only too happy to read the contents of Daphne's letter. She had written that she was enjoying Hogwarts and that Neville Longbottom was "friends with the squid in the Black Lake". She also explained 'the trio', and many other events that seemed to cement his suspicion. That alone was enough to hint to the assembled people, that Harry Potter was causing a ruckus already through his intermediaries. The trio could already shield, and they were taller and stronger than the rest of the students. They were at the top of every subject and they all engaged in brutal exercise. She even detailed the altercation with Severus Snape, and then the open admission that Severus Snape had killed Lilly Potter – or so it had been alleged. She also explained her position in the Triumvirate, and that had been something Cyrus had appreciated. Now he was able to link not only the ink but the Stormbolt broom to Harry Potter as it seemed he had far more outlandish things for flying. Harry was making obscene profits on his old discarded ideas.

The letter also contained a PS, which said:

"Can you please tell Uncle Reginald and Aunty Amy to reel in their perverted daughter? She continues to write these lewd stories about me and Harry Potter (who is dead) engaging in activities that should occur with naked adults, behind closed doors. She even named the characters Larry Hotter and Daffy Redbush.

Like really? Yes, she is still my friend, but I feel kind of sad that Harry is dead. Please, make her stop?"

Ophelia Greengrass considered that she could get her long time dream to come through. Daphne and Harry had a chance! She began to wonder how to get her daughter could meet the boy. Reginald and Amy who knew of their daughter's writing activities merely laughed about the whole situation.

"Should we prank our daughters? For Christmas? Or Yuletide as the magical folk say? Prank them with…Harry Potter is alive? We could introduce them to the boy, unexpectedly over dinner! And oh, let him bring his friends and everyone else?" asked Amy.

"Why not? I do want to see Daphne's reaction. Truthfully, if we got an invitation to their place, I would be very excited to see what they get up to? I want to see how the Priestess does her runes, very much." asked Ophelia.

"From Sunday, we will be supporting Augusta. I will reach out to the rest of the neutrals. If our initial calculations are right and assuming that they have been doing business for at least a year….we are looking at these children being worth at least a million galleons each. We took generations to get there, and that is last year for Harry and his friend. This means apart from being political powerhouses, they also have gold to execute any of their policies. Wife, you are up. Ophie you need to find them." Cyrus laughed.

"You know husband, I think I want to find out if he is truly Lilly's child. Lilly never turned away anybody who asked for help. That was how we became friends, after all. Maybe we could ask him for help with Astoria? I am not saying that we could not be guaranteed a cure, but he would move heaven and earth to do something for her if he is truly his mother's child."

"What is wrong with Astoria?" Amy asked.

"She…..she has the…bloodcurse…." Cyrus replied sadly. Amy covered her mouth and Reginald became immediately distressed, while he contemplated this tidbit of information.

"Do you think we have a good chance to get through to him like that, Ophie?" asked Cyrus.

"I think we do. Write a letter to him, and explain what you know. Send it along with my memory from the alley, husband"

"This would have been the best night of my life, if not for Astoria's condition," Reginald explained sadly.

"I know what you mean. I have made my decision. I am going to do something bold tomorrow. I am going to ask my banker to speak to the Potter Accounts manager, and I will explain that I have something that will benefit him immensely. Time to try out that unique greeting a young man had once used at Gringotts. It is always a method of extreme violence, followed by a desire for a successful business. I think the Goblins prefer this greeting."

"Oh yes Husband, that was Harry, I forgot to mention that," Ophelia explained.

Everyone was now surprised again. Ophelia continued:

"Good grief, Harry has been doing so many things, that it is hard to keep up with him. I saw this boy, and he sounded so much like Lilly, I just felt like it was him. He was with an Indian witch, that day in the bank. I wanted to stop and ask him, but he was already behind closed doors. That was three years ago. I suspect it was she who was kidnapped when Harry decided to splatter the lot of them. Somehow, I feel like I have seen the woman before. I am not sure, however."

"Okay, so assuming that she is a witch…wasn't there a single Indian Hufflepuff girl in school? She was two years ahead of us. That is the only person who comes to mind, and I am very good with faces. I think the Death Eaters used to talk about her a lot. She was considered desirable, because of her rather exotic features. Gosh, she was beautiful? Everybody knew it. She was the first muggleborn Indian student to attend Hogwarts if I remember correctly?" Amy suggested.

Suddenly Ophelia managed not to place the face, built to place the height, the hair and the body shape. And the smile – yes the smile was kind and beautiful. Suddenly, she knew that smile anywhere as a sudden look of realisation dawned on her face.

"That is it! That woman is Master Healer Priya V Singh!" She won the Oder of Merlin first class recently. I had put the article away because I had considered utilising her. I went through the old papers on Wednesday, to get the article after we confirmed that Astoria was sick. Wait let me get it….."

Ophelia promptly returned after the shuffling of paper was heard on a small table.

"Look – she is muggleborn. Amy, isn't this her? The girl from Hufflepuff?" asked Ophelia.

"Yes, that is her! Is that her traditional clothes? It is so beautiful Ophie! Yes! It is her!"

"So, think about this. She was probably at the muggle school. As a staff member maybe, or visiting perhaps? She recognises Harry Potter and then realises he knows nothing, because of Petunia. She adopts him and carries him to Gringotts. He probably undergoes the inheritance ritual and inherits the Peverell Lordship and the Potter inheritance. He begins to work backwards, and then probably encounters evidence of the Dark lord's survival.

Then he decides after inheriting Lilly's research, to combine it with his muggle education and whatever else, he has access to? Of course, there is the question as to how his friend inherited a Ladyship, I am not sure about that. Anyway, then Harry reaches out to people within Lilly's diary. I knew that she often journaled in one. He did all of this in about three years because he had said at Gringotts that it was the first time that he was visiting the magical world. So, his excellence is recent. From that time to now, he works and plans. Then he makes his debut by embarrassing Lucius and the rest!" Ophelia commented.

"There are so many connections that my head positively hurts. Other people must be involved. And to think we haven't even questioned Dumbledore's motivations in this entire affair." Cyrus wondered.

"Husband, I don't think Harry likes Dumbledore. He probably found out Dumbledore was responsible for leaving him with Petunia. He had oversized clothes and he looked thin and small when I saw him at Gringotts. He was so happy with Ms Singh in the bank, that even I found it precious. I think he had been abused, and she got him out. So yes, my suspicions were always correct. He suffered. Now I wonder what he will do Dumbledore and the others?"

"Simple Ophie. He will prank him to kingdom come. James Potter had a reputation for that kind of thing in the lower years. That Wizengamot session Sunday morning? I get the feeling Harry is on a roll, to borrow an expression from the muggles." Cyrus laughed.

"Cyrus, Ophie? This is the best dinner that Amy and I have had. The lad made us work for it, eh? I appreciate the challenge. I think the boy revealed himself to you Ophie because he wanted you to find him. Without that little sentence he supplied you, we would not know any better. When I think about Lucius that scumbag, I will make it my business to disagree with everything he suggests. If Harry can train Tracey and Daphne, nobody in Slytherin could touch them. Why Daphne could be the top snake if she wished. And my daughter Tracey can be the trusty second in command because her priority is to become a romance author and play drums in a metal band, whatever that is. Maybe he might be able to help with Astoria?"

"Wait…imagine if the woman, Priya had been working on her research. Then Harry helps her to produce the Medi-Bracelet because he understands how to build artefacts. And then the other girl has been selling potions, and she is good at runes. That means between them we are looking at several world experts. It might not be hopeless, after all?" Amy suggested.

"That is something to think about. I think it is time we knock Malfoy a peg downwards. He has been pushing for a marriage contract for Draco and Astoria. If you think about it, Harry and his friend technically assaulted Lucius and Draco Yuletide past. I wasn't there, but it was pretty spectacular. It involved being stunned, and a solid kick to Draco's manhood!" answered Cyrus.

"All right we have been out plotted by Harry Potter and his associates. Honesty his name should be Harry Plotter, the-boy-who-out-plotted-everyone. I think I want to go home and sleep. Can you imagine that? We Slytherins are tired, after discussing intrigue. Cyrus, the whole lot of them are walking on borrowed time. Death Eaters? More like Death Droppers! They can only drop dead now!" Reginald laughed.

There was sniggering for a couple of minutes. Lord Reginald Davis and Lady Amy Davis made their way to the floor before he yelled clearly and loudly:

"Davis Manor!"

Cyrus and Ophie retired to the master bedroom, as he hugged his wife. He hoped that Harry Potter would find a cure for his daughter. Astoria who had been listening to the entire conversation sat on her bed and she hoped that Harry Potter or the Storm-Lord could save her. Harry Potter had grown up non-magical, abused and then surprised the world with only his mind. And worse, Astoria began to understand what her mother had been braying for so many years.

Talent is talent.

As she considered what Harry Potter had done, she suddenly felt brave. No, she would not be afraid of Draco. She would scream bloody murder if he ever touched her, but not before kicking him between his legs.