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Chapter Eleven

Letters and Brooms

Before heading home harry made two side trips first to Florence's Ice Crème Parlor and second to Quality Quiditch Supplies. Harry wanted to talk to Florence. "Hey, Florence can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked timidly.

"Of course, Mr. Potter; to what do I owe the pleasure?" Florence said taking Harry over to a secluded table.

"Well Florence, its actually about your business. It has come to my attention that I won the building Where Shop resides. Were you aware of this?"

Florence looked flustered, "Yes, Mr. Potter I was aware of this. You see I first started renting this place from James and part of the rent was a free ice cream every once in a while. There was one night when Lily was pregnant with you and James came banging on my front door; all because your mother wanted some of my ice cream. I gave him a tube so maybe I wouldn't have anymore midnight calls. So your free ice cream was part rent and par thanks."

Harry's mouth was side opened. It took him a minute before he could talk. "Florence, are you comfortable with your rent?"

Florence looked at Harry for a minute before answering, "Yes Mr. Potter, as I have one of the cheapest rents in Diagon Alley."

"Alright Florence, we will keep your rent as is. Thank you for honoring your rent after my father had passed." Harry said as he got up to leave and headed to Quality Quiditch Supplies. There Harry brought eight Firebolts (having his own being given to him a day before); one for Ginny as an anniversary present and the other seven were for the rest of the Quiditch team and two extra to get a reserve team to help (the reserve team was Ron's idea). Harry knew Ginny and Ron would cringe at the gift thinking that it was charity.

'Well,' Harry thought as he told the shopkeepers to send one to Ginny Weasley that day and shrank the other seven, 'They will have to get use to gifts; since we are family.'

Harry disaprerated to The Borrow; today was Ginny and his four month anniversary for their engagement and fourteenth month for their being together. They had gotten together on June 2, 1997 right after the Quiditch final in Harry's sixth year. Harry wanted it to be special and he knew Ginny wouldn't object to his gift if he presented it this way. Harry headed upstairs to his room to hide the rest of the Firebolts. Then he headed to Ron's room to deposit his broom on his bed. Harry knocked and heard Hermione call, "Come in."

Harry opened the door to Hermione sitting on Ron's window seat with Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7 open on her lap. "Oh, Harry." She said closing the book with a snap. "How did the meeting go with the goblins?" Hermione had obviously been worried because Harry saw she only had the book open to page two when she had closed the book, when usually she would have half way through the book by now.

Harry decided to ignore her worry and answer her question for now. "The meeting went fine. Hogwarts get to keep the sword."

"How?" Hermione interrupted.

"Griphook broke his own goblin contract by not waiting for me to present the sword to him." Harry said calmly pulling Ron's Firebolt from his pocket and placing it on the bed to enlarge it.

"Harry, what's that?" Hermione asked knowing the answer.

"A present for Ron by the way where is he and Ginny?"

"Practice." Hermione said simply. "Let's go downstairs Mrs. Weasley will have lunch ready soon." It was almost noon when Harry got home. So he and Hermione went down to the kitchen right as Ginny and Ron came through the door. Ginny hurled toward Harry who caught her and kissed her passionately and Ron did the same with Hermione.

"So let's eat shall we?" Mrs. Weasley interrupted the kiss between the two couples. "Alright." The four teens sat down for lunch.

Lunch was almost over when Ginny said, "Mum, why are there three owls coming this way?"

Mrs. Weasley looked up confused. "I don't know. The post already came today." At this point Harry had already cleared the table in front of himself and Ginny. Two owls swooped in the window and dropped their package on the table and flew over to the mantel. The third owl dropped its note and left again. Ginny recognized the snowy owl as the one Harry had gotten the other day but the Eagle owl she didn't; so Ginny opened the note to read it hoping to find the answer:

Dear Ginny,

In the parcel is your new Firebolt. You've unknowingly have had my heart for twenty-one months and knowingly for fourteen months, and you just made me the happiest man on earth four short months ago. Happy Anniversary Gin. Join me in the orchard in a half an hour.

Harry

Ginny opened the parcel and squealed throwing her arms around Harry and whispering "I'll meet you in the orchard." Ginny picked up her new br3eoom and walked out the door.

"Ron, would you mind going up to your room ad getting my broom while I read the letters from my vault?" Harry asked laying the letters in front of him.

"Sure, Harry, but why is it in my room and not yours?" Ron was confused. Harry never left his Firebolt in Ron's room, it was either in Harry's or Ginny's rooms.

"I must have left it there the other day." Harry answered before turning to his letters. Harry heard Ron go upstairs as he started Lupins letter.

October 13, 1997

Dear cub,

I wanted to tell you that you were right. Your father would have called me a coward as well. After our confrontation I went back to Dora and begged her to forgive me. I don't know what I did to deserve her. All I can hope for is the child she is carrying doesn't have my afflictions. Well now the only reason your reading this is either (hopefully you went to your family vault without me or I'm dead. If I am dead hopefully Dora and I named you Godfather. Your dad, Sirius, and I all agreed to be godfather to one of the others kids; Sirius would godfather James's; I would godfather Sirius's kids; and James would godfather min. So Dora and I decided that you would be the best option as her option was unavailable due to death, she wanted first Sirius, then Mad-Eye, and well I always wanted you, Cub. Take care of them for me if I'm the only one dead and tack care of your godchild if both Dora and I are dead.

Mischief Managed,

Remus (Moony) Lupin

Right as Harry finished the letter From Remus he heard a yell of delight from upstairs and moments latter Ron came bounding down the stairs bolding his Firebolt in one hand and a note in the other. "What do you mean you brought Firebolts for the whole team and two for the reserve team." Ron exclaimed.

Harry just looked at his best mate till Ron muttered something about throwing money away. "I am not throwing money away, Ron. That broom your holding is last year's Christmas and this year's birthday presents. Besides the reserve team was your idea." Ron just stood there staring so Harry took this as his cue to keep reading his letters the next one was from his dad (the only handwriting he didn't know).

July 31, 1981

My Son,

I hope you got to know us but if you didn't know that your mother and I died to bring you a better world. We named Sirius Black as your godfather. He was my best mate basically my brother. Live life to the fullest. Find a good woman and when in doubt date a redhead. Those always keep Potter men in line. Stay good don't lose your temper too often, cause you seem to have gotten that from your mother.

Your Father,

James (Prongs) Potter

The next was from Sirius.

July 31, 1980

Pup,

You were just bron and your parents are entrusting you to me if they are ever not able to be there for you. I love you pup but telling you that through a letter isn't ideal. If none of the maurder's are around to watch you grow up I'm sorry but we are trying to bring peace in to our world for both wizrard and muggle worlds. There's a tradition in my family that the godparents buy their god children their first toy broom stick and later their first racing broom. So on your first birthday you will have a toy broomstick, then on your twelfth I'll take you to pick out your first raccing broom. So till later Pup.

Your godfather,

Sirius (Padfoot) Black

The last letter was from Lily.

October 10, 1981

Harry my son,

I hope your father and I didn't make the wrong choice in switching our secret keeper from Sirius to P:eter. Peter has been very distandt since we performed the Fidleus Charm back on the First. I'm so sorry my dear if you are reading this then both your father and I are dead. Please understand that we died to bring peace to our world. Harry you do have family they are in hiding. My parents, James parents, and James's twin sister are all hiding in France. James also has a younger sister who married a muggle named Mathew Ceavery and forgone her magic however she will have problems with that since she just had a son back in June who she named Colin. I sincerely hope you met them. Grow up well. Try not to let the Mauder gene take over too much. Remember above all else that your father and I both love your very deeply.

Your Mother,

Lily Potter

Harry sat at the kitchen table till Ginny Came looking for him asking if he was going to come out soon: "Yeah, I'm coming Gin." Harry said leaving the letters on the table and summoning his broom. Harry and Ginny flew till dinnertime that night.

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