Author Note

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Crossworld 1 - Harry Potter

Part 29

Field. Ottery St Catchpole.

"You look glad to be out of the house" I commented.

I'd not planned to bring Luna Lovegood out for a picnic when I'd popped over to visit the Rookery after my short meeting with Arthur Weasly at the nearby Burrow, but it was an easy thing to put together since I'd gotten in the habit recently of carrying around enough food, drink and small distractions to set up a little party whenever I wanted to treat my young friends.

Before long I would need to restock my supplies as I planned to go visit Harry Potter before Hogwarts started up again. I felt that it was important to maintain these friendships as I might take one or even more of the people I'd befriended out of this universe when I left. If nothing else keeping myself connected to some of the main characters would ensure that I was kept informed of important events.

"My new little brother is very loud," Luna told me as we began to eat "He cries a lot. That makes it hard for me to read and he wakes me up in the middle of the night. He smells funny too. Mummy and Daddy don't seem to care that he smells bad and makes lots of noise".

Since I was the eldest of five children and had more younger cousins than I could remember while growing up. I knew exactly what she meant. I'd often wondered why anyone had more than one child given that the human race was unable to support the population that already existed. It wasn't as if the Lovegoods were one of the more wealthy Pureblood families either, although they were hardly poor, having another child must be taxing their limited resources.

"Are you going to fuss over Helios as well?" Luna asked.

Not if I could avoid him as babies had strange powers over people. They disarmed you with their cuteness and made you lower your guard. Then they consumed all of your time and energy like some sort of adorable and cuddly parasite.

"No, I came to visit my future wife," I said "I figured that you'd like to have someone focus on you for a while".

Luna was very pleased to hear this.

"I like his name at least," she said.

Not a bad choice.

"Helios as in the brother of the moon goddess Selene or Luna as she was known to the Romans?" I asked.

Once Luna confirmed this I decided to change the subject in case she started enquiring into the matter if we were going to have any children or not. I didn't intend to as I'd obtained immortality so I felt no desire to pass on my genes and taking a small child with me to other explore other worlds seemed reckless in the extreme. I had no idea what kind of dangers I might encounter.

"You'll be at Hogwarts soon and there are no babies there," I said "Are you prepared".

She took out her new wand and showed it to me. She didn't stick in behind her ear and had a proper holster for it. I assumed that her mother must have given her some sort of wand safety lecture. Pandora seemed to be the more sensible of the two adult Lovegoods even if she killed herself with an experimental spell in the original timeline.

Judging from the acorn patterns on the wand, it seemed very likely that her wand is made from oak, the wood looked right for that material. I was no expert so I could be wrong I'd only studied wandlore a little.

"Wands of English oak demand partners of strength, courage and fidelity" I heard Cortana tell me in the privacy of my own head "Owners of an oak wand often have an affinity with the magic of the natural world, with the creatures and plants of the magical world".

Well, Luna certainly had an affinity for the natural world and a great love of magical creatures some of which certainly existed.

"It's oak and Unicorn hair," Luna told me "Good for charms. I got mine early as Mummy wanted to avoid the back to Hogwarts rush".

Since she'd shown me hers I showed her mine and not the way some children play that game.

"Aspen and phoenix feather," I said "It's always worked very well for me".

On the blanket, we sat on were a number of treats that I kept fresh thanks to preservation charms. Wizards do have cool boxes and larders to help keep food fresh, but it's the charms that keep it all from spoiling in the long term. I was sure that Professor Flitwick would be thrilled to discover that I had mastered that charm so early into my time at Hogwarts.

"So how's the wandless magic coming along?" I asked as I made a bottlecap float in the air between us "You should be able to levitate a feather without a wand by now".

Luna showed off by making a platter of sandwiches go up into the air. I was impressed as she was able to keep the plate level and avoid dropping the yummy sandwiches. She might not be able to throw a car at someone, but she had a great deal of control over her magic, and I didn't doubt that she'd become a very powerful witch by the time she was done with Hogwarts.

"Well done" I praised.

I licked the tips of two of my fingers and then I touched the wick of an unlit candle when I moved my hands away the flame appeared making it look as if I snuffed out a lit candle in reverse.

"That's a nice trick" Luna praised.

While blood was the best bodily fluid for use in magic you can use saliva for lesser tricks. Not that I needed to it just made it a bit easier. Blood magic wasn't exactly illegal it was heavily regulated and I had no desire to open up my veins for a bit of power not when I could just practice more.

"You give it a try" I suggested after I blew the candle out "Like all magic, it's your focus and intent that matter more than anything. Always keep in your mind that the candle will be lit don't question it. Assert your truth over reality".

It took her a few tries until she got it done. Not only did she have a great talent for magic, and she already saw me as a mentor of sorts. It helped that, unlike many other witches and wizards she'd didn't accept that certain things were impossible. She had a very open mind and that was something you needed to truly harness the power of magic.

"I've been reading my textbooks and practising a little" Luna admitted to me.

Since she lived in a Pureblood home the Ministry wouldn't be able to tell who in her home was casting spells. As such she could practice as long as one of her parents was at home. Not that she needed to worry about that since she wouldn't have the Trace placed upon her until she actually started attending classes.

"Remember the Ministry can only detect actual spells" I reminded my young friend "So you can practice your wandless magic all you want as long no one sees you and the Trace detects spells cast around you so if you want to cast spells with your wand do so at home when your parents are around".

When I visited Potter I should mention to him that the Ministry can't detect wandless magic. He should be able to practice wandless magic. It wasn't as if he had much else to do over the summer. Harry had more than enough raw power to do wandless magic the hard part for him would be developing the focus and the patience that was required.

"Oh, I just remembered," I said.

That was a lie. Cortana needed to remind me.

"It's apparently a tradition for members of the Quidditch team to give their girlfriends their old jerseys," I said as I took the item of clothing out of one of my mokeskin pouches "I know we're not dating, but I wanted you to have it. I've been told that the girlfriends of team members wear them to bed. Apparently this is pleasing to some older boys on the team".

My thinking was that since the jerseys had the surname of the player on them that meant having the girlfriend wear was them was some sort of declaration. The girlfriend was telling her dormmates that she belonged to her boyfriend in some way. Luna was too young for that, but I didn't care and people would find out that we were betrothed sooner or later.

Luna took off her own top without bothering to request that I look away. Not that I wanted to look at her body as she didn't have anything worth looking at and wouldn't for years. I knew that she would grow up to be quite the beauty having seen the films.

"Oh, it's quite comfortable and big enough for me to sleep in without showing everyone my knickers because you are much taller than I am," commented Luna.

Rather than feel awkward I found her frank method of speech to be refreshing.

"I'm glad you like it," I said.

Luna looked puzzled for a moment.

"Why are you number seven?" she asked.

"The team members are numbered" I explained "One for the Keeper, two and three for the Beaters, four, five, and six for the Chasers, and lucky number seven for the Seekers. We Seekers need all the luck we can get".

Being a Seeker was mostly about luck, unlike the other positions which involved some actual skill. I took some time to talk about Quiddich as we ate our dessert.

"I'm looking forward to cheering for you at your games," said Luna.

Over the summer I'd considered quitting the team as I'd already gotten injured once while playing and the rewards didn't outway the risks. But perhaps I was being overly cautious and I still needed to act like a somewhat normal student while at the school. Perhaps it would be better to find out if the Firebolt was available yet or at least I upgrade to a Nimbus 2001.

"It's getting dark" commented once I was done talking about brooms Luna "You best walk me home".

I could at least act the part of a gentleman and she was right the day was passing fast. I should go to bed early as I was planning on taking a trip tomorrow. Something I would tell the young witch about as we talked some more on the way back to her house.

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Paris. The Muggle World.

Hermione Granger had been expecting to see many things while visiting this wonderful city, such as the famous landmarks, the Eiffel Tower and the 12th-century, Gothic Notre-Dame cathedral, as well as some other amazing sights. What she didn't expect to see was anyone she knew, so it came as a bit of surprise to the young witch when she saw a certain friend from school, someone she admired greatly even if she wouldn't come out and admit that since he could be a jerk to her at times.

"John!" she called out.

The young man turned around and faced his friend, then he was forced to step back as Hermione flung herself towards him with a level of sheer ferocity that was unexpected even by her. He'd not anticipated any sort of physical contact, and as such was greatly surprised when a bushy-haired 12-year-old girl, rammed into him before hugging the young wizard like some sort of overly affectionate projectile.

"Oh, it's good to see you!" Hermione stated as she let go of her friend "What are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were going anywhere on holiday".

John shrugged and acted as if this meeting was a casual affair.

"I didn't have any plans over the summer, my cousin has some business here," he said "I just tagged along. I decided to wander while he talks to some people. What about you?".

Hermione was used to be ignored by her parents when they had business matters to discuss. Although she at least was supervised when walking about in this city.

"Oh, we come to the continent every summer" Hermione explained, "I wasn't sure that I told you that".

Miss Granger turned to her parents who for once were paying attention and not focused only on each other or whatever it was that interested them to exclusion of everything else.

"You've met John before," she told them "He came over during the Easter holidays. He took me out for chips. Do you remember?".

If they recalled that her mother and father showed no sign of it. Not that this surprised the young witch as neither of her parents ever showed much interest in their daughter's life and when they did it was fleeting as if they were only willing to devote a certain amount of time and energy into acknowledging her existence.

"Nice to meet you," said Mr Granger as he shook John's hand.

Hermione immediately became attached to her friend's side, beaming with happiness at the unexpected but welcome appearance of one of the few people she'd ever been able to call a friend.

"So where are you staying?" Mrs Granger enquired.

There were lots of hotels so Hermione didn't hold much hope that John would be staying close to her.

"I have a room at a nice place over in Montmartre, that's the wizarding district located here in Paris" he answered, "To find it you need to enter the Place Cachée, which is accessed through a bewitched Bronze Statue that only magical people can see moving. It's basically the Parisian version of Diagon Alley".

Hermione found the idea of visiting this Place Cachée to be a very good one so she suggested it. John was less sure

"We don't even know if Muggles can get inside," the young wizard said, "But I guess we can find out and have lunch there".

Thankfully her parents agreed as they did sometimes show an interest in the magical world that only a few non-magical people ever found out about.

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Place Cachée. Paris.

I was pleasantly surprised to discover that non-magical humans could make use of the entry to the magical part of this city as long as they were in the company of a magic user. Mr and Mrs Granger needed to have the statue pointed out to them before they could see it moving, and even then they had trouble focusing on it. When we tried to get them inside they kept thinking that they needed to go elsewhere due to the Muggle repelling charms, but they got in once Hermione took them both by the arm and led them.

This all made some sense to me, because if Muggle relatives of Hogwarts students could visit Diagon Alley, as Hermione's parents might do this year, then there had to be an easy way for them to do it that didn't involve removing any magical defences. That would leave the magical world too vulnerable.

While I had imagined that I might bump into the Grangers during my visit to Paris, hence why I'd been in my base form, I'd not really planned for it as I decided to visit Paris mostly on a whim after Hermione had mentioned it to me during a meal in the Great Hall. I needed to get out of the basement of my house as I spent far too much time doing research.

I didn't speak more than a few words in French but I did have a Babel fish that allowed me to understand a French person easily as I would hear English, and Cortana could actually make French writing look like English since she was connected to my brain and could alter what I saw.

Actually speaking French was the hard part I had to do my best to repeat what my AI told me to say. Hopefully, I'd learn to speak the language before the Triwizard Tournament started as I wouldn't mind chatting up some French girls who would all be adults by the time they visited Hogwarts. Cortana would help me with that.

"That is the Griffon Buveur," I told the Granger family as we walked around "It's much like the Leaky Cauldron only cleaner".

We'd head there for lunch once I'd given everyone a quick tour or maybe the Cafe Abringer, it was more expensive, but I could afford it and while Hermione wasn't my girlfriend it wouldn't hurt to show off to her parents a little. I didn't think they cared that much about who their daughter spent time with, but I wanted them to think that I was a good friend to their daughter as I didn't want them trying to separate us. They'd be more impressed if I showed off that I was wealthy. Some people thought that having lots of money actually made you better than others.

"Over there is Doctor Aziz Branchiflore, a wizarding apothecary that specialises in the highest-quality potion ingredients at reasonable prices," I said, "Although I've never seen a business that didn't claim to have the best products at the most reasonable of prices".

Mr Granger found that amusing.

"Next up we have the Cosme Acajor" I was now saying "A wand shop, which according to my guide book has wands made from elm, elderberry, vine and ivy".

I'd studied some wandlore so I knew about the different wandmakers in Europe, and that they tended to favour certain materials. Ollivander is known for his great knowledge of wand cores while the owner of Cosme Acajor had a flair for picking the best wand woods. I was sure that each of the wandmakers would state that their products were the best.

"Gaston McAaron's sells brooms and accessories," I said next "Oh and Rammelle's Enchantée is a sweet shop. Monsieur Sanfin Chaudrons sells cauldrons. Also, we have Cafe Abringer and The Hotel De Ginestou which is where I am staying".

They didn't need any of that last part explaining since cafes and hotels were mostly the same everywhere.

"And here is Animalerie, a wizarding pet shop" I informed the Grangers "Interestingly they have ravens which can deliver letters as owls do in Britain, makes me feel as if I'm in Game of Thrones".

I regretted saying that last part right away.

"What's Game of Thrones?" asked Hermione.

I decided to ignore that question as the book series wouldn't have started yet. I avoided the subject by mentioning that they have the magical world's version of fairs and carnivals here. I'd seen one already it was rather odd fashioned in my view and I didn't like the way that the magical creatures were treated. I just didn't care to do anything about it.

"Last of all we have Maison Capenoir," I said, "It's a clothing store".

Hopefully, the female Grangers would keep their mouths shut about that and we could all just go and have some lunch. I loathed clothes shopping unless it involved cool stuff made from dragonhide. Sadly for Mr Granger and myself, Mrs Granger expressed an interest in checking out the local fashion as did Hermione to my horror. We poor menfolk were dragged along to suffer.

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Little Whinging. Surrey.

Overall Harry Potter was having a much better summer than he'd expected. His Uncle hadn't locked away his school stuff in the cupboard under the stairs as Harry had expected, and he was even allowed to let Hedwig out at night as long as she remained in her cage during the day. For Vernon Dursley that was downright kind and the young wizard could be forgiven for wondering if some alien being had taken his Uncle's place.

He still had chores to do, only they were rather reasonable in number and didn't take all day, so Harry actually had time to sit around to do some thinking, and it was amusing to watch his aunt try to get Dudely to lift a finger to help around the house. His cousin kept throwing fits and demanding that the freak do all the work, but Petunia was ignoring Harry and ended up doing more work herself.

Aside from mealtimes, Harry didn't interact much with his family and they were even feeding him more. He still had servings much smaller than his cousin's or his uncles, however, since he wasn't going hungry this didn't bother the young wizard.

His good friend John had advised him to stock up on snacks while on the train home and to hide them in his trunk. The preservation charm John had placed on them made sure that the food stayed fresh and Harry had carefully rationed it out. He'd run out recently, but that was okay as he was used to not eating as much as other boys his age.

Harry had wondered if this was going to last as he knew that while his friend's cousin, a man called Tom Hiddleston, had basically threatened Vernon into treating Harry somewhat decently by buying the company his uncle ran, the young wizard knew that his uncle was likely to lose his temper and forget to behave. Would the older Hiddleston then fire Vernon? If he did then the young wizard expected that he'd be locked up again.

Because of this Harry had decided to keep his head down and made sure to stay in his room when he wasn't off somewhere in the neighbourhood trying to avoid his cousin's gang. This had given him plenty of time to get his homework done and to go over everything he'd learned last year. He'd never been one for studying, and wouldn't be if his friend had encouraged him to learn. Unlike Hermione, his other friend had explained why he should study rather than just demand it and John made learning more enjoyable.

His summer would have been nicer if his friends had written as promised and given that they hadn't he'd started to wonder how much they actually cared about him. Harry didn't consider that some more might be taking his post.

Not that he was thinking about that right now as it was his birthday and yet again it had been totally ignored.

Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly before speaking and got Harry's attention.

"Now, as we all know, today is a very important day" declared the fat man.

Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe that his relatives had remembered.

"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career"' said Uncle Vernon.

Harry went back to his toast and ignored what was going on around him. Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party again. He'd been talking of nothing else for a whole fortnight. Some rich man who ran a very large building company and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from the man called Mr Mason.

"I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be...?".

"In the lounge,' said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home".

"Good, good. And Dudley?" asked Vernon.

'I'll be waiting to open the door" said Dudley as he cleared his throat "May I take your coats, Mr and Mrs Mason?".

In Harry's opinion if Masons had any sense they'd flee upon seeing Dudley.

"They'll love him" stated Aunt Petunia with a smile on her face.

"Excellent, Dudley," praised Uncle Vernon.

The man then turned his attention to Harry.

"And you?" he asked.

The young wizard simply didn't care.

"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I don't exist," answered Harry.

"Exactly," said Uncle Vernon before going back to ignoring his nephew "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen...".

"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.

Harry barely paid attention to the rest.

"With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the News at Ten. We'll be shopping for a holiday home in Majorca by this time tomorrow" declared Vernon.

Harry couldn't feel at all excited about this. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did here in Privet Drive.

"Right, I'm off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you" he said to Harry "You stay out of your aunt's way while she's preparing.'

At least he wouldn't be the one doing all the cooking and cleaning Harry reasoned as his Uncle left the house. He'd be left alone for most of the day. Which was fine with him.

Just before he went back upstairs, the doorbell rang. Of course, Harry was made to go answer it and to his surprise, it was a visitor to see him. John Hiddleston one of his friends from school was here. This wasn't the first time that John had come to this house, yet it seemed odd to see him here. Perhaps it was because Harry had been separated from the magical world for what felt like months even though it had only been a matter of weeks.

"Happy Birthday Harry," said John as he held up a gift that was wrapped in red and gold coloured paper "Are you going to invite me in?".

The young wizard needed a few moments to fully process what was going on here. Not only did he have a visitor someone had come to see him on his birthday. Also, they had brought a present. Stuff like this just didn't happen to Harry Potter.

"You again" complained Aunt Petunia as she glared at the boy at the door "What do you want?".

John refused to be intimated by the housewife.

"I'm here to take Harry out for the day," said the older Hogwarts student "My cousin, the man who owns Grunnings, told me that you'd be busy today preparing for an important meeting so I thought it best to bring Harry back late or even tomorrow if that is better for you".

Potter could tell that right now his aunt was waging an inner battle as while she didn't want her nephew to dare enjoy himself she also didn't want to upset her husband's boss, and in her not so humble opinion it was better when her sister's son wasn't around.

"He has to stay here," said Petunia "Dumbledore says so, but you can out for the day. Just be back around 10".

Harry frowned, he did not like the idea of his school's headmaster talking to his relatives and making arrangements behind his back. However, he wasn't going to argue since he didn't want to spend his birthday inside this house and the park wasn't much better.

"Grab your stuff," said John "And open this up in your room you don't want people to see it".

Harry raced upstairs and tore open the package open to find a knife in a nice box. No, not a knife this was a dagger that was kept safe in some bits of leather much like how his wand had a holster. The Boy-Who-Lived wondered why he would need a dagger and decided he would ask John about it later. For now, he needed his shoes and his coat.

He didn't even bother to say goodbye as he raced out of the house. He was going to enjoy every moment of freedom he had.

"So where are we going?" Harry asked as they walked down the street.

John was smart and must already have a plan.

"Where do you want to go?" the older boy asked "An arcade? The seaside? Theme park?".

Harry was a little confused.

"We're a long way from the sea" he pointed out.

John seemed amused by this.

"The Knight Bus can go anywhere in the country," he told Harry "We could go to Blackpool later and see all the lights".

That did sound like fun. Harry had never been to the seaside. Whenever possible his relatives had always left him in the care of Mrs Figg whenever they went out.

"What about Alton Towers?" suggested John "If you like flying I'm sure you'll love their rides".

Harry had heard about that place and it sounded like fun.

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Restaurant. Horizont Alley.

There was more to the wizarding shopping centre here in London than just Diagon Alley and the dangerous Knockturn Alley. There was also Horizont Alley which contained a few businesses that wouldn't interest school children who wanted to buy supplies for when they went off to Hogwarts such as Pilliwinkle's Plaything a store that sold toys for very young children. A Tobacconists that had held no interest to me. As well as Weeoanwhisker's Barber Shop that I'd taken Harry to once we'd finished with the theme park so that he could get a haircut that he actually liked. Being a shapeshifter meant that my hair was a lot more manageable as it look how I wanted it to.

Tucked away between the Tobacconists and the Barbershop was a restaurant that catered to some nicely dressed witches and wizards. Even Harry who tended to go with the flow and didn't bother commenting on a lot of things noticed that we were underdressed for this place. Yet here we were sitting at a nice table for two and being fussed over by a waiter with a clearly fake Italian accent who I'd been able to send away until we were ready to order.

"How did we even get in?" he asked.

I had to smile.

"By telling them that you're Harry Potter and that it's your special day" I answered "They'd never turn you away on your birthday even if you came in wearing a bin bag".

We might even get our meals for free, not that I minded paying for them.

"Did you have to tell them who I am?" questioned the young wizard "I don't like it when people stare at me".

He really handled his fame wrong.

"You're famous and there's nothing you can do to change it," I told Harry "So you might as well manage it. If you don't people will use it against you".

I was thinking of Rita Skeeter and how much of a pain in the ass she'd be by the time Harry reached his fourth year. Perhaps I should do something about her before the whole Triwizard Tournament started up. I send another note to someone in the DMLE about her bettle form. I was surprised that I hadn't done that already.

"You're a target because of what happened when Voldemort was defeated" I reminded the Boy-Who-Lived as we looked over our menus "That's why I brought you a dagger".

He must have been wondering about that.

"I have a wand" he pointed out "Why do I need a weapon?".

Before replying to that I once again wondered why Sirius Black hadn't taken Harry out for the day. He must care and surely any orders he got from Dumbledore wouldn't stop him from visiting on the lad's birthday. Maybe Dobby had stopped any letters sent by Sirius from reaching Harry so the older wizard didn't think his godson wanted to see him.

Although that should have led to Black going and checking on the boy. Maybe Sirius didn't care about his best friend's child as much as he appeared to in the books. But if he didn't then why risk meeting with him during the Triwizard Tournament? Something seemed wrong about this. Dumbledore must be meddling again.

"Wands can be taken from you," I said "Having a backup weapon is a good idea. Not all of Voldemort's followers ended up in Azkaban. You're famous for winning a war and not every enemy soldier was locked or killed when it ended".

IT had actually been Lily Potter who ended the conflict, but she was a muggleborn and would never get the credit due to the magical world being run by bigots.

"I didn't think of that" Harry told me "Thanks for having my back".

It was rather heartwarming to hear that, and since I had no desire to get sappy I decided to order.

"Very British this cuisine" I mentioned, "Guess they don't like foreign foods in these parts. Makes me wonder why the waiter bothers with the fake accent".

I skimmed the menu again.

"Steak and chips with a couple of butterbeer for me I think," I said, thinking out loud "Or maybe some Shepard's Pie".

I didn't actually care much for butterbeer so it was good that I could my illusion powers to fool my own tastebuds into thinking I was drinking something else. I didn't even like to look at pumpkin juice as that was even more horrid.

"They don't have treacle tart" Harry let me know.

Shame that as it was his favourite.

"It's your birthday so maybe should order a whole cake and you can take the leftovers back home" I suggested.

He liked that idea.

"I want steak and chips," said Harry "I never get chips at school".

That sounded good so I ordered that for the both of us and requested that the restaurant bring us a cake, but without any candles or singing since Harry didn't want to make a fuss about his birthday. I never celebrated mine and I'd never understood why anyone did. The only person who ever really did anything on that day was the poor woman who had to push you out of her vagina.

I felt it best to skip the soup course since I didn't want to make a mess. I'd had to get Harry some clothes while we were out. Thankfully it hadn't taken long since he knew how to clothes shop like a man. Again I wondered what Sirius Black was playing at. Someone needed to keep an eye on the Chosen One and make sure he was looked after.

"You don't need to spend all this money on me" mentioned Harry.

He must feel bad about it.

"My cousin is an international treasure hunter and if we were in the muggle world he'd be considered a millionaire," I told the young wizard "My trust fund is massive and I don't have much in the way of expenses".

This was all pocket change to me.

"Neville's birthday is close to yours" I informed the Chosen One, wanting to change the subject "Do you want to slip away tomorrow and visit him?".

Harry didn't look eager and that was odd since he liked Neville.

"I'm not sure if my aunt and uncle will let me," he said "I'm supposed to stay close to the house when I'm not at school".

Führer Dumbledore's orders no doubt.

"There's no law saying you have to stay at your relative's home" I pointed out "As long as we have your aunt's permission it doesn't matter what anyone else wants. You're not a prisoner".

Harry decided that we would at least drop by for a quick visit. I was glad because he needed to get out and make friends. He would need their support in the years to come.