Oral Care.
With Tonks tagging along, Harry arrived at Granger Dental. He did not remember the last time he went to the dentist. Honestly, he did not remember going to the dentist ever.
"Harry Potter?"
Harry looked up and saw a beautiful blonde woman, with vibrant blue eyes, dressed in a professional uniform which could do little to conceal how fit and attractive her body was. Over the past couple of weeks, Harry found an extremely enticing amount of beautiful women coming into his life.
"Yes?" Harry asked.
"Doctor Granger will see you now," she said. "I have to say, my Aunt Charlotte, she doesn't take too many personal appointments these days. So I wonder."
The woman motionned for Harry to come in where no one, other than himself and Tonks could hear.
"Are you that Harry Potter?" she asked. "Hermione's friend from school."
"Yes," Harry said and he noticed the name tag. "You must be Hermione's cousin, Dawn."
"Right, I am," she said with a smile on her face. "So, have you heard from Hermione this summer?"
Harry shook his head.
"Not much," Harry said. "She's just told me she can't tell me anything in a letter about where she is."
"Mmm," Dawn murmured. "She used to write to myself and Holly all of the time, but she stopped as of a couple of years ago. After Joyce pretty much disowned us. I'm surprised Aunt Charlotte's letting me work here this summer, she's going to get all kinds of flack."
"Your grandmother disowned you?" Harry asked.
Given what Charlotte said, Harry found himself less than surprised.
"She didn't agree with the choices we made," Dawn said. "But, I'm not worried. I'm free, finally. I just let it go. Holly on the other hand, told Joyce where to shove her expectations."
Tonks laughed with mirth.
"Sounds like my kind of woman," Tonks said with an amused kind of chuckle. "I'm Tonks by the way. I'm Harry's adopted sister. Or I will be when the paperwork goes through."
"Pleased to meet you," Dawn said.
"Her real first name is Nymphadora," Harry said.
"Well, you're getting the obnoxious younger brother thing down," Tonks said while rolling her eyes. "So, your sister…I've noticed how high-strung and obsessed she is with proving herself, to someone. Even if she's one of the top students in her year at Hogwarts."
"Oh, that one the top students qualify likely would not make Hermione happy or my grandmother," Dawn said. "She always pushed us to be better than the rest. And a lot of our cousins, they've achieved some great things, but it's never been great enough for Joyce, has it? Hermione seems to have taken to proving Joyce to some rather unhealthy levels. And Joyce has ridden her hard ever since got that letter to Hogwarts. Don't know why, never asked her, but last time I talked to Hermione, she mentioned how she had to take every elective class Hogwarts had to offer for her third year."
Harry cringed in memory. lead to the time turner. Which to be fair, did help save Sirius, but surely they did not that would be necessary at the time.
Although given all of the revelations about Dumbledore, Harry wondered. He was not quite willing to dive headfirst down that rabbit hole just yet.
"We tried telling her that there's no use in trying to please Joyce," Dawn said. "Holly was a bit more abrasive, and I think Hermione took offense to it."
Harry could only imagine how Hermione reacted when someone told her outright she was wrong.
"How's your sister doing?" Harry asked.
"Busy," Dawn said. "Although she can't tell me much. She's part of some branch of the government and she's tracking down an asset that's gone missing. At least that's what I've been able to get out of her."
Dawn checked her watch and escorted Harry in the examining room.
"I don't know what to do with Hermione, I just hope she can be helped, for her sake," Dawn said. "Doctor Granger will be in to see you shortly."
"Behave yourself," Tonks said.
Tonks winked and smiled and walked off with Dawn. Harry could hear the two women having an animated conversation. He was pretty sure Tonks was hitting on Dawn a little bit.
Scratch that, he was almost certain that Tonks was hitting on Dawn.
Charlotte stepped into the room. She slipped her coat off, to reveal a button up black blouse and modest length shirt. The professional attire did little to hide her amazing body.
"I'm glad you're able to make it, Harry," Charlotte said.
"How are you doing?" Harry asked.
"Better than I was the other night," Charlotte said. "Have you heard from Hermione?"
Harry shook his head.
"I didn't write to her and she hasn't written to me. I don't think I can trust myself to talk to her after the other night. Although we will have a very long conversation in person about how she's been acting. Hopefully soon."
Charlotte just frowned and began to prep Harry to give him a check-up.
"I'm going to file the divorce papers on Monday."
Well this news piqued Harry's interest.
"I know, I should try but I'm sick of making this work," Charlotte said. "Hermione's almost sixteen and I think it's time for me to admit to myself this isn't going to work. I can't live this lie that my marriage with David is going to be anything but toxic. It's been for sixteen years, and it's not going to change. And I just can't deal with Joyce for much longer. I fear I'm going to do something I regret."
"Here," Harry said. "This is the business card of a woman named Andromeda Tonks. She's the mother of my friend Tonks and an attorney. She'll help you make sure you get everything that you deserve."
"Thanks," Charlotte said. "I just hope that this doesn't destroy my relationship with my daughter. Hermione's been pushing herself to please her grandmother and…."
Charlotte took a second to sigh as if struggling for the right words.
"It's never enough for Joyce. I brought this practice from financial ruin and she still finds something to critictize me on."
"It will never be enough for her," Harry said. "Charlotte, you've got to do what's best for you, and work things out with Hermione later."
"I'm going to have to break the news to her and this is not something I want to do in a letter," Charlotte said. "I'm going to have to tell her in person, but I'm not sure when the next time I'm going to see her."
Harry closed his eyes while Charlotte checked his teeth. He did not envy anyone navigating that mindfield.
"When I see Hermione, I'll do my best to make her meet with you."
Well, honestly, Harry had an ace in the hole which he could use to force the issue. He preferred not to, but desperate times called for desperate measures and if Hermione forced his hand, so be it.
"Thank you."
Charlotte left for a minute to check the X-Ray.
"Well, your teeth are completely perfect," Charlotte said. "Joyce never likes it when I don't find something wrong with a patient. But, there's not a thing wrong with your teeth. They're perfect."
Charlotte smiled.
"Everything about you is perfect," Charlotte said. "And that perfect smile of yours can melt a woman's heart and make her feel young again."
Charlotte put a hand on Harry's shoulder, as he stood up.
"Everything about my entire marriage was nothing but a sham. It was an excuse to make something work that wasn't going to work."
"Sometimes you just have to cut your losses," Harry said.
"I guess for as stubborn as my daughter could be, I can be stubborn as well," Charlotte said. "Oh, and remember the other night? How we would revisit something if I was in sound mind?"
Charlotte just smiled.
"I'm in sound mind now."
Charlotte took Harry by the hand and led him over to her office.
"Joyce has been asking me why I've been spending so much time at the office," Charlotte said. "She thinks I'm having an affair."
"You're not," Harry said.
"Not until now."
Charlotte met Harry halfway with a passionate kiss, which Harry returned. The heat between the both of them increased, with Harry's hands working their way down Charlotte's body and pulling her in tight. Their lips met together.
Things got extremely passionate and hands got very grabby. Harry worked off Charlotte's blouse and revealed her tits in a black bra. Harry released her huge knockers out into the wild and grabbed them, making her moan hard for him. Harry edged his lips onto her tits and made her cry out in pleasure. He kissed and sucked her tits making her cry.
Harry undid Charlotte's skirt and revealed her soaked knickers. Harry laid Charlotte onto the desk and kissed her. Every inch of her body just quivered. Harry kissed down her tits, her stomach, and then moved down her thighs.
"You are perfect."
Charlotte never felt so alive. Sex with her husband had been both rare and unfaithful. Hell, Hermione's conception was something that Charlotte would likely forget. She was drunk at the Christmas party, and the less said about that, the better. Months later, they were married, with Charlotte under duress.
Silly, naive she was. She wanted to please the almighty Joyce Granger at that time.
"It's been a long time since a real man touched me down there," Charlotte said. "My husband doesn't match those qualifications….ex-husband."
Harry just grinned and slipped a finger into her wet pussy lips and fingered her. Charlotte gasped when Harry's talented finger worked into her.
"Oooh God!" Charlotte moaned.
Charlotte leaned in and fingered her, aggressively moaning for him. Harry edged her and made her orgasm hard for him. The buxom brunette MILF just exploded for him.
"Taste yourself."
Charlotte leaned in and sucked Harry's finger, letting out a moan.
"Overdressed," Charlotte purred.
"Then why don't you do something about it?"
Charlotte pulled off Harry's shirt and caused his hair to be in disarray. That just made him sexier in Charlotte's opinion. Charlotte kissed and hungered for Harry, before working off his pants and taking his cock out of it. She wrapped her hands around his cock and pumped it while pressing her chest against his.
"For being such a good boy, you deserve premium oral care when you go to the dentist."
Charlotte winked and dropped down to her knees. Charlotte wrapped her lips around Harry's pulsing organ which swelled.
"I don't even think I should waste any oxygen comparing David's pin dick to yours," Charlotte said. "All of those wasted years….mmm…well I had to wait for the perfect man to get old enough to have real fun, don't I?"
Charlotte edged her wet mouth around Harry's cock and did her best impression with a hoover. Harry leaned in and thrusted his cock down into her throat. The beautiful MILF was taking Harry's manhood deeper inside of her throat and hungering for him. Charlotte closed her eyes and gasped him.
Then Charlotte pulled away and gave Harry some amazing head. In some ways, Charlotte's mouth was like magic and underitlized with her weak husband. She licked his cock from the tip, all the way down to the base. Her tongue licked him aggressively. She licked him from the head and swirled all the way down to the base.
Harry sat down in Charlotte's office chair and the buxon MILF drove her lips down Harry's tool. She inhaled him into the back of her throat, hungering for him. Harry edged into her mouth. Charlotte bobbed up and down on his length and sent a pleasurable jolt down her throat, when he kept spilling into her mouth. Harry leaned in and thrusted down into her throat, making him climax.
Like the perfect cock-sucking goddess, Charlotte Granger swallowed it all. Harry groaned when Charlotte devoured his cum. She sucked his balls.
"The gift," Charlotte said when swallowed his load with desire. "Which keeps on giving."
Harry smiled when Charlotte pulled herself up. Charlotte ground on Harry's lap. Her wet pussy lips rubbed against his cock. Harry cradled her breasts.
"Help yourself, honey," Charlotte said. "Oooh, yes, Mummy likes this very much!"
Harry buried his face into Charlotte's tits and sucked them, driving her wild. And then Charlotte planted her wet pussy onto Harry's cock.
"OOOH!"
Charlotte worked back and forth, tightening her inner muscles against Harry's pleasure rod. The beautiful MILF drove her pussy down onto him. Harry leaned back and sucked Charlotte's nipples. Harry leaned in and kissed her nipples, sending a pleasure jolt through her body. Charlotte let out another moan and came hard for him.
"Suck my titties, lover boy!" Charlotte moaned. "OOOH, FUCK ME! MY HUSBAND IS A SMALL-DICKED CUCK! WHO CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITHOUT HIS MOTHER LEADING HIM BY THE HAND!"
Charlotte screamed at the top of her lungs, not giving a damn who heard.
"I'm fucking the big fat cock of this young stud and….loving it!"
Charlotte barely got those words out, before Harry rocked her. The two ended up with Harry laying on Charlotte's desk, with Charlotte riding him up and down. Her hungry pussy gobbled him up. Like a lovestruck teenager, Charlotte pounded herself on Harry's prick with thrusting spurts. Harry leaned in and pressed her womanhood down onto her.
Charlotte giggled like a lovestruck teenager, when impaling herself down onto Harry's cock. Her juices spilled down onto him.
"Knock me up," Charlotte breathed.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Put a baby in me," Charlotte said. "That would be the final fuck-you to my in-laws and husband!"
"Well, if you're…."
"YES, KNOCK ME UP! IMPREGNATE ME WITH YOUR SUPERIOR SEED, HARRY POTTER!"
Charlotte's walls contracted around Harry and milked him hard. Harry wondered if some of Penny's potion still was in effect, and had not completely worn off. It returned for a second round and Charlotte rode him. Harry could smell that she was in heat and demanding his seed.
"I wish this would only be hapen to the women who honestly want it," Harry managed. "Without any doubts."
The flicker of magic indicated Nora granted Harry's wish.
"Impregnate me."
Well that settled it. Charlotte really wanted it. She tightened around him.
"I'm going to divorce this motherfucker now," Charlotte said. "Well, it's more like his mother is the one doing the fucking. Likely pegs him up the ass. David would like that, wouldn't he?"
Harry groaned when feeling Charlotte's pussy wrap around him.
"Show me that you're a real man," Charlotte said. "Shoot that big fat load into me and give me your child!"
Charlotte closed her eyes.
"Sorry, Hermione, but I can't go back to your father after this. The divorce will go through. I'm addicted to this cock."
"You really are," Harry said.
Charlotte tightened around Harry.
"But, maybe Hermione will learn to appreciate her new Daddy."
Their bodies became one and Harry could feel his balls reaching their capacity. He flips Charlotte over into the mating press and slams down into her. A bright glow filled the office and with another thrust, Harry exploded inside of Charlotte…well calling her Granger at this point would be inaccurate.
Charlotte milked Harry's balls. Harry's seed baptized her eggs and fertilized her body with each thrust. Harry soaked her insides with enough cum to impregnate an entire army of internally frustrated women.
"I love you."
Charlotte cradled Harry's face and peppered him with kisses. While she was doing that, Harry performed the same charm Penny did on Chiara.
Pink glow, well Harry just knocked up his friend's, estranged as she may be at the moment, mother. Charlotte and Harry met together.
They heated up for another round. The door opened up and Tonks flashed Harry a thumbs up, while a gobsmacked Dawn peered around the corner, unable to completely process what happened. And yet, she could not take her eyes off of Harry's cock as it plunged into her aunt one more time.
Later that night ,or maybe early the next morning, it was hard to tell, Lita, Penelope Clearwater, and Harry were up going over a few things in Harry's room.
"Firebolt's really booming," Lita said. "It's the broom good enough for Harry Potter after all. Your mother was a genius. And whenever we get off the ground with some of these investments, the sky's the limit for you. Especially with the knowledge I have."
"But, won't anything we do alter what you know in the future?" Penny asked.
"Good question but I think it's good for the most part,if we just invest quietly," Lita said. "Gideon will let us know if there's anything that we need to change course on."
"Gideon?" Harry asked. "Another one of the Legends?"
"Well, without Gideon, there wouldn't be any time-traveling misadventures," Lita said. "She's the glue that keeps us together."
"We should really look into buying out Granger Dentistry, soon," Harry said.
"Mmm, I understand where you're going and I approve," Lita said.
"Hermione's grandmother seems like a piece of work," Penny said.
"Nicest way you can describe that, really," Lita said. "Oh, and you should know, there's going to be some shares of the Daily Prophet that are going to be up in the air. If you play your cards right, you can get the majority share and really shake things up."
Harry looked through the papers.
"Lucius Malfoy is the majority shareholder," Harry said. "Why am I not surprised everything comes back to the Malfoys?"
"Well if you find a way to claim everything from the Malfoys, you could really kill two birds with one stone," Lita said. "Take the Prophet….and also mess up Riddle's resources badly."
Harry wanted to do his own thing with the newspaper. But the Prophet, they did have a mailing list and infrastructure already built in. And from what Lavender told him, there were more than a few competent reporters who had been forced to toe the line and many more, like Lavender's mother, Sienna, who had been blacklisted by the Prophet.
Given how Sienna Brown had tried to expose the misdeeds of the Prophet's key shareholder, it was no mystery why she had been blacklisted.
Lita checked her phone and giggled at something. Harry turned to her, with a quizzical expression.
"Inside joke," Lita said.
Harry noticed Lita sending a text to a "Katherine P." which read "Happy Conception Day." Lita just barely took the grin off of her face.
"And speaking of the Daily Prophet, here it comes," Lita said.
The owl delivering the Prophet arrived which diverted Harry's attention away from this conversation. Harry took the paper and on the front page, Dumbledore's picture caught his attention.
"Dumbledore's going to address the International Confederation of Wizards at 9:00 AM on Saturday," Harry said. "Albus Dumbledore considers to spread misinformation, with a false narrative that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has been returned."
"Typical government mandated media spin," Lita said while rolling her eyes.
"Fudge will also be there to present the Ministry's side of the story," Penny added.
Harry noticed an owl from the Ministry arrive as well. It was an urgent letter from the office of Amelia Bones. The owl which Andromeda told him to expect the other day.
Mr. Potter:
The Office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement requires a personal meeting regarding the petitions you filed in the Ministry. The meeting will take place at 9:00 AM at the Ministry on Saturday Morning.
Sincerely,
Amelia Bones;
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
The same time Dumbledore would be conveniently occupied, along with Fudge, at the ICW.
"Oh, I love it when a plan comes together," Harry murmrued when looking at the letter.
Harry noticed Andromeda's owl next. He figured it was urgent.
Harry:
I will be arriving alongside Nymphadora at 8:00 AM on Saturday morning to pick you up and escort you to the Ministry. Do not speak to anyone in the Ministry until I'm present. And if Dumbledore or one of the Order members comes to suggest you head off with them before then, click this pen three times. It will teleport you to my office and then summon me.
It's going to be a hard road but I think we're finally making some headway.
Andromeda Tonks.
Harry realized midnight passed. Hedwig returned from her nightly hunt and transformed into her human form.
"Happy birthday," Hedwig told him after giving him a brief peck on the lips. "And here they come."
A parade of owls, with Pigwidgeon out in front arrived. Hedwig rolled her eyes at the spazzy owl's undignified behavior.
"He's right on schedule," Hedwig said."And as undignified as ever."
Many owls arrived, many many owls, more than Harry expected. Pigwidgeon had some packages and some gifts from Ron and Hermione, but also from Sirius and Ginny.
"See you later," Hedwig said. "I'm off to hunt down your birthday present."
"What do you mean?"
Hedwig turned to an owl, went invisible, and disappeared into the night without responding.
"Well, you're popular this year," Lita said. "I'll give you one of my gifts when we're at Sara and Ava's."
Harry smiled and took the gifts from Ron and Hermione, along with the messages. More of the same from them. They got Harry chocolates.
Harry quickly scanned the chocolates. You could never be too careful these days. However, they were nothing but ordinary chocolates.
Harry,
Dumbledore told me you would be leaving the Dursleys as soon as possible. Just have to be patient. That's been his answer for the last week. Hope you're keeping occupied and not going too mad from the wait.
I feel your pain.
Waiting Patiently(Still),
Sirius.
Harry could sense an undercurrent of bitterness in his godfather's note. He gave Sirius a bit more leeway than his friends. Meanwhile, curiosity. Harry opened the note from Ginny.
Harry,
Happy Birthday. I know it's a surprise that I'm writing to you, given that I can barely string together a sentence in front of you without getting flustered. But, things change. Hopefully for the better.
We grow up. Although in the case of Fred and George, they merely get older.
I would like to remember Padfoot's words of wisdom. And wish you a happy birthday.
Love,
Ginny.
Harry understood.
"I solemnly swear I'm up to no good."
Dear Harry,
Hey, you cracked the code. Although kind of made it obvious. Took me a while to figure out how to hide a message. I managed to pick Sirius's brain and get an idea. Would have written to you sooner otherwise. Sorry.
I literally can't believe Mum would stand by and let Dumbledore dictate things, saying that you have to spend the summer with those people for your safety. Well, the bars on the window, so totally safe. I can only imagine you being sent back there, with everything that happened, in the Triwizard and with Cedric. I felt a lot of guilt after Tom and the diary, but nothing that happened is your fault. It's because of Tom and Wormtail, and both will get there's at the end.
I just can't believe you keep getting sent back there. Fred and George told Mum and Dad about the bars and how you looked. Mum could even see you were underfed and fussed about it. And yet, once Dumbledore told them he would look into it, they dropped the matter without a question. All you've done for us and you keep getting thrown away like garbage.
Mum's been keeping us busy, at the place which we're at. I can't tell you, because…well Dumbledore's secret. One of the many he has. We've been doing lots of cleaning. The house is against us, I swear. And this batty house elf is not helping, Kreacher is his name. Although he was pretty pleased about some locket. The damn thing was melting. Moody thinks it had Basilisk venom in it. Not sure how that got there.
Harry smiled. Well that was confirmation that it worked.
Moody took it out of the house immediately before any of us get a closer look at it, and mentioned something about some wanker up in Newcastle being right. Not sure what that was all about.
Harry had a clue.
Hopefully Dumbledore budges soon. Stubborn old goat. We just all got to be patient, you will be out of there soon. But, when is soon? I don't know and I wish I could tell you. I feel like we're all going to get grey hairs waiting.
I really hope to know you a bit better. Not as a legend, but a person. My behavior around you has quite frankly been embarrassing and I apologize for it. You've dealt with just as much as anyone. Hell, you've dealt with more shit than all of us put together. And you keep getting sent back there.
Fleur, you know Fleur Delacour from the Triwizard Tournament, has helping me regarding my issues. And it's been nice talking to her. Bill fancies her, but I think she has eyes for one person only and I can't blame her for her good taste. Real nice girl when you get to know her. Although she doesn't suffer fools easily.
Happy Birthday and if you want to talk about Tom and anything that's happened, I'll listen. Whenver Dumbledore decides to parole you, that is. Ugh.
Hopefully seeing you soon.
Love,
Ginny.
Well that was interesting and it just made Harry slightly more agitated with how little Ron and Hermione said. Harry unwrapped Ginny's present. It was a wand holster.
Harry,
Homemade wand holster. Fred and George helped me with the charmwork. Hopefully this keeps your wand safe and also your buttocks, Moody keeps going on about wand safety. This is one witch who prefers your buttocks remain intact, thank you very much. I think others would agree. Prevents a repeat of the Crouch Junior incident at the Quidditch Cup.
Love,
Ginny.
Could be useful, Harry thought. Another box, along with a note.
Hey Harry,
Your favorite twins here, no it's not the Patils, but rather your friendly neighborhood Weasley Twins. We're just here to give you proof of how your donation is paying off. And if you want to talk shop, we'll be happy to hear what you got to say, because this would be a lot slower without your generous donation.
Remember, don't let your charming cousin near any of this stuff. Wink, wink.
Fred and George,
Founders and CEOs of Weasleys Wizarding Wheezes(say it three times fast and get a discount).
Harry would have to investigate this box and turned his attention to the other gifts. He noticed Parvati Patil's handwriting on the letter and moved to check out the gift, as Astra, Zari, and Nora returned. Astra held a gift of her own.
Harry,
I'm really sorry about being harsh with you after the Yule Ball. I know the entire late maturity thing is a bother to you, as it is to many witches. We were excited to see you again after the summer, and then you come back, not looking like you aged. I swear, some of us think Snape put something in your pumpkin juice. That would the sort of thing that a spiteful greasebat like Snape would do.
Harry smiled. He liked Parvati. Would be a good idea to get to know her a bit better.
I hear from a good source that you've bloomed over the summer. Oh, and Padma says hi, and I think we'd both like to get to know you better. And not because of your gifts. We should have assured you that many great wizards are Parselmouths. There's just some unfortunate stereotypes over in the UK about it. Bunch of men jealous, spreading lies.
We're over in India right now, visiting family. Hope to see the new you, soon.
Happy Birthday again.
Love,
Parvati.
Harry unwrapped, revealing two books. The Patil twins sent him a book about Parselmagic and the Tantric arts.
"Spicy," Lita said. "Almost as if they're asking for it."
"Padma feels like she would be a wild one," Penny commented. "It's always the quiet ones."
And there was a book on Potions, written by Preeti Patil. Parvati wrote Harry a brief note, saying that it's all of what Snape should teach. If he actually bothered to teach.
"I know where the Order is meeting, once the letters were sent here," Harry said. "Number Twelve Grimmauld Place."
"I know where that is now," Astra said. "Your magic is stronger than Dumbledore's Fidelius…all you needed was the ability to break it."
"Number Twelve," Nora murmured. "That's not far from…their headquarters."
"What?" Harry asked.
"It's not important now, but we're going to have to deal with them later,' Nora said. "You should enjoy your birthday, take care of things at the Ministry, and get younger Astra out of Hell."
"Yeah, if she has a clue about what's going on, she's going to be fuming," Astra said with a grin. "I should know."
Astra moved over and handed Harry a present.
"Open mine next," Astra said. "It's kind of important."
Harry opened Astra's present for him. Inside, it was a glowing black stone.
"Do you remember the book Mum read us as children?" Astra asked.
"Tales of Beedle the Bard…the Tale of the Three Brothers," Harry said. "And this is…."
"The Resurrection Stone," Astra said.
"And also the Death Totem," Zari said. "The brother totem to my wind totem alongside several others. That's another complicated story. But it's yours by birthright."
"Voldemort made it into one of his Horcruxes," Nora said. "It…caused some problems in the past."
"Wait, does that mean my clock is…the Cloak of Invisibility?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Astra confirmed. "So ,you have two of the three."
"But, you really want to complete the set," Nora said. "To get all of the perks with being Master of Death."
"Where's the Wand?" Harry asked.
"Oh. we'll deal with that later," Lita said. "I actually got you two birthday presents, but we'll save the other one for later. Because that one requires an explanation."
Harry opened up.
"Really, Lita, the Anarchist Cookbook?" Astra asked.
"Dad would have wanted Harry to have this," Lita said. "And Spooner tracked it down for me…we thought it was lost. This is an even more advanced addition than usual and it would put you on several watchlists."
Lita sighed.
"But, considering you're already on several watchlists, Carpe Diem, right?" Lita asked.
"Right," Harry said. "Well, this is interesting."
"For God's sake do not let those twin terrors anywhere near this book," Astra warned Harry.
"What, the Patil Twins?" Harry asked innocently.
"You know who I'm talking about," Astra said.
Harry received a letter from lady Anastasia Greengrass.
Lord Potter;
I've felt something change and others recognize it as well. I feel like this presents certain opportunities. I would like to know whether or not you would indulge myself in attending a dinner party with myself, my daughters, and a few other prominent witches in our society, for a dinner party, the final weekend before you are due to return to Hogwarts.
And you should know that there were mail redirecting spells placed around your place of residence. They have recently failed, but I doubt you consented to put them there. I would have sent you correspondence much sooner, but I could not reach you. And the Hogwarts Headmaster has his own enchantments whilst you are at school, selectively enforcing what mail gets in or gets out.
I hope to see you soon. Should you accept my invitation, I wish to talk to you about a time-sensitive matter regarding my daughters. Have a safe and happy birthday.
Cordially,
Lady Anastasia Greengrass.
Harry noticed some notes from Daphne and Astoria as well, along with presents.
Harry,
Happy Birthday. Mum is inviting you to a dinner party and I think it's time for us to get to talk to each other a bit more closely. I know you have people whispering in your ear, telling you that all Slytherins are evil, but I would like to do whatever I can to change your mind.
Sincerely,
Daphne Greengrass.
Harry opened Astoria's note next.
Harry,
Happy Birthday. I know we haven't spoken, but I would ask you a favor. I need you to challenge Draco Malfoy to a public duel by the end of September and win. If you do this for me, I will be forever in your debt.
I hope you like the ice cream. I nicked it from Daphne's secret stash. Might get you higher than that Firebolt.
Eternally Yours,
Astoria.
Daphne's gift contained ice cream and some elegant robes made of the finest silk. And Astoria had more ice cream.
"That ice cream is legalized crack, you know," Astra said.
"It's the best," Zari said in a dreamy voice.
"It really is," Lita agreed.
"She wants me to duel Draco Malfoy," Harry said. "Astoria."
"You can take him," Lita said.
"I know I can," Harry said. "But why does Astoria want me to do it?"
Harry went through a few more gifts before he caught a letter that really piqued his interest.
"Why would Blaise Zabini of all people be writing to me?" Harry asked.
"Well, only one way to find out," Penny said. "And don't worry, I'm keeping track of all the people you need to send thank you notes to."
"Thanks, Penny, you're a gem," Harry said.
Harry kissed the lovely Miss Clearwater on the lips.
"Nora, I wish to know whether or not his letter is jinxed," Harry said. "Or cursed, or hexed."
Nora snapped her fingers.
"It's clean," Nora confirmed.
Harry opened up the letter.
Potter:
I know you're shocked to receive a letter from me of all people. I know you see myself as one of Malfoy's lackeys, but I'd like to think I have a few brain cells to spare. More so than Crabbe and Goyle. Although that might be damning myself with faint praise.
There's rumors that you've come out of seclusion. Actually, my sister told me, Runcorn and Moon both verified it, along with the Carrows. They will swear that you were at Charlie's last weekend. On the other hand, Parkinson remains a skeptic. She says and I quote, "there's no way that Granger will let Potter out of chastity long enough."
Harry just frowned. So, that's what Pansy thought, did she.
I believe there's something happening. And I'm not the only one. I don't want to be on the wrong side of history. Dumbledore and the Dark Lord are destroying our society, in our own ways, if they continue to do what they're doing. Perhaps you're the hope we need to preserve our traditions, but also move forward into a glorious age. We need balance, but some people favor either staying in the past or completing unraveling everything we are as wizards. Neither side will be good for our future health and survival.
You should be warned that my mother has her eye on you. Stay sharp and don't become number eight.
Zabini.
It just so happened that Harry got a letter from Katerina Zabini.
Lord Potter,
You may know my son from Hogwarts. My name is Katerina Zabini. From what I heard, you have the potential to be a strong wizard, but your potential is only as strong as the people who you surround yourself with. I would advise you to break ties with Albus Dumbledore, as soon as possible and publicly as possible.
I know many of the people who have befriended you regard Dumbledore as a saint who can do no wrong. However, the man's becoming toxic. The decisions he's made over the past ten to fifteen years have poisoned his credibility. Some will cling to him desperately, due to lack of other options, but I find that the man is going to take his followers down with him.
I would have to give you some evidence about the type of person Dumbledore truly is, especially when you don't follow him. My friend, Anastasia Greengrass is having a dinner party before Hogwarts. And she is intending to invite you. If Dumbledore or his lackeys give you any trouble, write to me and I'll make arrangements to get you there.
Thankfully, recent maneuverings through the Ministry gave me some hope you're shedding your Dumbledore created chains. Only time will tell. The Dark Lord's rumored return has been concerned. Fools like Malfoy have gotten themselves in tooo deep.
I wish to see you soon, and see what you're all about. I'm intrigued and if half of the rumors are true, it's about time to shake things up. People on both sides have gotten way too fat and comfortable.
Oh and do not take my son's melodramatic words seriously about me. Blaise, I love him, but he's just like his father. Prone to paranoia and exaggeration. A happy birthday to you.
Katerina Zabini.
Harry read the letter and wondered.
"Could be a useful ally," Harry said. "Although, I better tread lightly."
"She's dangerous, but could be useful if you get her on your side," Astra agreed.
There were a few more well-wishes, mostly delivering candy. Harry scanned them with no potions or poisons present in any of them, or charms, or hexes. Despite the fact Harry was immune to most poisons, one could never be too careful.
Later that morning, Tonks, Tulip, Penny Haywood, Chiara, Cassie, and Merula presented Harry with a gift they all went in to get him.
"A magical trunk?" Harry asked. "Like the one Moody had?'
"That Mr. Constant Vigilance got himself imprisoned in, you mean," Merula said.
Cassie withdrew a drop of blood from Harry to officially key him into the trunk as its owner.
"It's more enhanced than that," Tulip said. "You can shrink it down to a matchbook size and keep it easily in your pocket."
"And no one can open it without your willing consent," Chiara said.
"The results are quite shocking when they try," Tonks said.
It could store quite a bit more and had a study, a couple of guest bedrooms, a dueling area, kitchen, a potions lab, and a hot tub inside.
"It's not a substitute for an actual home, but it will do its job when you're on the road," Cassie said.
"Also, no one can pick it up when you're inside," Merula said.
"Useful to prevent someone from hurling you at a high window," Cassie said.
"I've also got you something else," Penny said. "One bottle of Felix Felicis."
Harry took the golden bottle from Penny.
"The liquid luck potion?" Harry asked.
"Yes," Penny said. "Twelve hours. It's been my pet project to get a working dose for more than two years and I've finally succeeded. And since you can use a bit of luck with what you get up to…well use it wisely."
"They don't really recommend you use it more than twice in your entire life," Tonks said.
"Right, but I'm sure Harry will put it to good use," Penny said.
"Thanks, Penny."
Harry leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Penny just smiled.
"You practically need a dose to brew it, so Penny's a Potions Queen for doing it without the help," Cassie said.
"I do my best," Penny said.
Harry moved in and carefully put the Liquid Luck in his cabinet.
"I've got something for you," Merula said. "While you haven't quite beat me in a duel yet, I figure you deserve a reward for how far you've come."
Merula held out a sword. Harry blinked. It was the Sword of Godric Gryffindor.
"I thought that was in Dumbledore's office," Tonks said.
"It was," Harry said.
"Oh, Merula," Cassie groaned.
"Hey, if Dumbledore wanted to keep it secure, he would have better security spells," Merula said. "And it's Harry's by right of magical conquest. You pull the sword out of the hat, you're worthy to hold it."
"I can't believe you," Cassie said.
"Oh, like you haven't stolen from a teacher's office before. And Lady Shiva was quite pleased I managed to slip in and avoided all detection."
The two looked about ready to bicker about this. Harry studied the sword.
"What could I do with a sword?" Harry asked.
"Oh, you never know when it would come in handy," Merula said. "Especially considering it's been impregnated with Basilisk Venom."
"Yeah, you could sneak up on Voldemort in your cloak and chop his head off," Cassie said.
"Small matter of finding him when no one else can though, right?" Tonks asked.
Fairy Godmother or not, Harry had not found a hint of where exactly Voldemort was hiding out. He must be under some heavy and very powerful enchantments.
Suddenly, an excited Badeea came up the steps.
"There you are," Tulip said.
"It's ready."
She turned to the group.
"But, it's for Harry's eyes only, when I unveil it."
Badeea excitedly took Harry by the hand and led him downstairs. Cassie and Merula just shrugged.
"Artists," Merula murmured.
The moment they were downstairs, Badeea pulled up the tarp. Harry had been spellbound by the beautiful sight he laid eyes on.
"Hello, Harry, darling."
"Hello, Mum."
To Be Continued In the Next Chapter.
