Harry Potter & the Honeychurch Institute of Magic
By Darkmoore
"Here we go Mister Potter here is the price for the number you requested, will there be anything else?"
"Yes," Harry replied, "a proper set of balls."
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Chapter Four: Some Surprises Are Good, Some Are Not
Ron's face turned slightly red in a vain attempt not to laugh and said "Mate if there is one person in the world who has a proper set…."
"Quiet! You know what I meant Ron." said a slightly embarrassed raven haired wizard when he realized what he had said.
Even the salesman was chuckling appreciatively. Harry knew he was doomed and finished his business in the store as soon as possible after ordering the brooms and trunk of Quidditch gear to be sent to the school. He also purchased a book on the care, maintenance and repair of the Quidditch pitch. Harry thought to himself 'That is going to be my toughest job, getting that pitch back in shape.'
After depositing his hysterical friend back at Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Harry apparated away thoroughly red faced with his selection of words in the Quidditch shop.
* * * * *
With a crack, Harry appeared in the kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place where he found his father's only living friend, Remus Lupin, who had returned from his errands and was sitting at the table having a late lunch. "Hey Remus" called Harry.
"How was your trip?" Remus asked in an amused manner.
"How did you know about that? I only just got back this morning. Did one of the Weasley's tell you?" asked a confused Harry.
"No, no, it was Dobby. He just got back himself from doing some furniture shopping for your new quarters at the school." replied Remus, even more amused.
'Furniture shopping? What has the little elf done now?' thought Harry in a moment of panic.
It seems that Dobby had decided that his Harry Potter needed all new furniture for his quarters and office at the Honeychurch Institute and had spent the morning out making all the appropriate purchases for him. Harry grimaced at the idea of what Dobby had picked out for him and imagined a sock motif in his future. However, Harry was brought of his stupor when he realized that Remus knew about his new job already.
"Did he tell you about the job interview as well?" asked Harry annoyed that he didn't get to tell Remus about his new job.
"Yeah." smirked Remus in a knowing manner.
"Alright, out with it Remus, your up to something, what is it?"
"Now what makes you think that young man?" replied Remus using his best mentor face. Harry wasn't buying it and was about to press further when Mrs. Weasley came barging into the room.
"Oh Harry dear, your back already, how did the…. Er…..you-know-what go?" asked a very surprised Mrs. Weasley.
"It's okay Mrs. Weasley, it seems Remus already knows all about my trip yesterday." replied Harry giving the werewolf a look.
"Well then don't keep us in suspense, how did it go?" bellowed the kind hearted woman.
"I got the job, and I'll be teaching both Defense Against the Dark Arts and the first years in their flying courses." beemed Harry. Then it occurred to him, "Mrs. Weasley, what are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing dear, I just came into London to visit Diagon Alley and wanted to make sure that you lot were all taken care of." she said in a rush.
"Mrs. Weezey, Winky and Dobby is taking good care of Master Harry and don't you's forget it!" bellowed Winky from the pantry.
Remus chuckled and said, "I guess you heard that Molly?"
"I guess I did." Mrs. Weasley chuckled back. "Well I'll be off then, maybe I'll visit that retched little shop of my son's and see if they need anything." and then apparated out.
Harry laughed and then helped himself to a butterbeer and sat down with Remus, wondering what he and Mrs. Weasley were really up to today, but said nothing on the matter.
* * * * *
A few hours later, while Harry was up in his room working on several items on his Honeychurch list, a knock came to his door. Moments later Hermione walked in saying "Hello Harry, am I disturbing you?"
"Of course not Mione, I didn't even hear you come in, I was too busy working on lesson plans for my new job." he said with an air of importance.
"So you're not cross with me?" she asked somewhat timidly.
"Cross with you?" Harry asked confusedly, and then it dawned on him, "Oh you mean for the references? Not really, but you better hope she doesn't check up on them or else I'm out of a job."
"Harry, those were all genuine references. I knew you'd never use them yourself, so I gave them to Dobby to give to the headmistress. Every single one was legitimate."
"Why would they do that?" then the thought 'more charity for the man who can't find work' crossed his mind.
Hermione must have realized what he was thinking because she interjected, "Oh do stop feeling sorry for your self Harry. You must know the whole world does not go around feeling sorry for you. Some time or another your just going to have to realize that the only one feeling sorry for you is you!"
Harry stared at her for a few moments and responded, "You've been holding that one back for awhile haven't you?" Then they both burst out laughing as she nodded in the affirmative.
"Did you know that Dobby was out all morning buying me new furniture to take with me to the school when I move in next month? And to top it off, he won't even let me look at it. He has it hidden somewhere, along with a new trunk and few other things." supplied Harry in mock horror.
"No I didn't, but it doesn't surprise me at all. You never buy yourself anything"
"That's not true, I bought myself a new wardrobe today." said Harry defiantly.
"New underpants and a support cup, don't count as a new wardrobe Harry." giggled the bushy haired woman.
"I'll have you know Ms. Granger, that I bought myself a wardrobe that will make the most distinguished teacher in the school." Harry said as he leapt to his feet in a mock bow that would put Gilderoy Lockhart to shame.
They pair laughed some more as Hermione discretely looked at her watch and promptly said, "I'm getting hungry Harry, how about you?" Just then Harry's stomach grumbled and he laughed and shook his head 'yes.'
* * * * *
As the pair entered the kitchen to get something to eat, Harry led the way and what he found shocked him to no end. The room was packed with witches and wizards all screaming "SURPRISE!" at him all at once.
"Wha…" Harry asked. "It's not my birthday yet."
"Well dear, its getting harder and harder to surprise you, you know, with all that Auror training you have, so we figured if we had your birthday a day early, we'd get the job done." beamed Mrs. Weasley at her almost son.
Many of Harry's friends were at the party, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, all of the Weasleys (minus Percy, or as the boys called him now, Weatherby), Dumbledore, McGongall, Alastor Moody, Hagrid, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and her twin sister Padma were all there to wish Harry a happy early birthday.
Hagrid picked Harry up and deposited him at the head of the kitchen table where a pile of birthday presents were waiting for him. Harry began to open his gifts, from Mad-Eye Moody he received a new wand holster what would attach itself to any part of his body, from Hagrid he received something that he could quite identify, but thanked him just the same, from Fred and George he received a box full of experimental wheezes from the store and Tonks gave him a set of dress robes in the most lurid shade of pink possible. Harry looked at her and she explained, "There for when Seamus gets you to switch to his team." Everyone in the room laughed.
Seamus, not being one to be outshined, particularly in his gayness, shouted out "I've been tryin' but he won't play ball."
Ron choked on his butterbeer and about spit half a mouth full out trying not to laugh at the earlier joke from the Quidditch shop.
"Shut up, Ron" warned Harry and then continued in a mock Irish accent "You know hard it is to keep a horny Irishman down!" Everyone burst out laughing at that one, as once again Harry realized what he had just said. He made a mental note to himself 'Must start censoring myself, must start censoring myself.'
"Here Harry, open this one next, it's from the children at the facility." gleamed Ginny. As a favor to Harry after she had graduated from Hogwarts, Ginny had become the administrator of the Sirius Black Memorial Child Care Facility, which was an orphanage Harry had created to care for all the orphaned children whose parents died at the hands of the Death Eaters during the war and had no where else to go. If no one had adopted them by the time they would reached 11-years-old, then Harry sent them to the school of their choosing, as long as it was in Britain. When he opened the gift it was from the youngest children in the facility, they were all drawing and painting they had done for him, usually of him. He thought they were simply brilliant.
Harry received a kiss from each of the Patil twins and from Lavender too. He blushed through them all. Seamus tried to give him one also, but Harry managed to deflect it at first, but eventually Seamus grabbed hold of his head and planted a big wet one right one Harry's mouth. Again the room was filled with laughter as Harry sputtered about.
However, it was then that Harry spotted a large thin object wrapped in brown paper propped up again the wall. Harry walked over to it and pulled the paper off of the surface to reveal a painting.
For his birthday, Albus Dumbledore had commissioned Dean Thomas to create a life size portrait of Sirius Black. Dumbledore, Remus and McGonagall had all performed the necessary spell work on the portrait to make it appear lifelike. Harry was shocked to his core that they had done that for him. Harry and Dumbledore had long ago put their differences aside to work together on Harry's learning Occlumency and defeating Voldemort. Harry had never been able to stay mad at his mentor for too long, no matter how much he wanted to.
"Professor, I don't know what to say." started Harry with tears in his eyes as he stared at Sirius face looking back at him.
"It's quite alright Harry and please call me 'Albus' I have no idea why my former students have such a hard time calling me by my first name." twinkled Dumbledore.
Harry laughed and said "Hello Sirius, how ya been?"
Sirius didn't reply, but nodded at his godson with a great deal of love in his eyes.
"He can't speak yet Harry," Dumbledore informed him, "he only just woke up this week and it takes awhile for the magic to take effect. When it does I suspect you may have a hard keeping him quiet." The painting of Sirius nodded in total agreement.
Just then an owl burst through the kitchen door and deposited a red envelope in Harry hand and flew off again before anyone could say a word about it. The red envelope began to smoke…it was a howler.
Soon the screeching voice of Narcissa Malfoy was filling the room… "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO KEEP ME FROM MY FAMILY'S VAULT? YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO AUTHORITY IN THIS MATTER WHAT SO EVER AND I DEMAND THAT YOU RETURN CONTROL TO ME THIS INSTANT!" 'Well,' Harry thought, 'this explains that letter I received from Gringotts today.' Narcissa continued "AND FURTHER MORE, HOW DARE YOU TREAT MY SON IN THIS MANNER DO YOU KNOW HE WASTING AWAY IN LOVE WITH YOU? YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A HYPOCRITE AND A MURDERER FORCING HIM INTO THIS TORTURE AND SLOW DEATH. I DEMAND THAT YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT IMMEDIATELY!" then the howler exploded into a pile of ashes.
Bill and Fleur Weasley who had been witness to the howler had no idea what she was talking about and Bill asked "Harry, what does she mean her is wasting away because of you?"
Hermione began before Harry could and said, "Well it all started near the beginning of our seventh year at Hogwarts, when Malfoy turned seventeen. His grandmother was a Veela." At this point Fleur understood perfectly, being part Veela herself. "Anyway, after spending our entire sixth year trying to hex and curse Harry, he turns around and spends our seventh trying to seduce him and mate with him every chance he got and doesn't understand why Harry has rejected him." Bill still looked confused, so Fleur helped out.
"Bill, when'zever a Veela reaches seventeen, they come into, what you call it?, ah, yes, they come into heat. They will begin to search out their one true mate, usually it takes a Veela awhile to find that mate, but sometimes they find him or her right away. Like I did with you and they will pursue that mate with everything they have."
"'Arry, how did you manage to get Draco off your scent? It is almost impossible to do." Fleur asked when she realized that Harry had yet to be subdued by the male Veela.
Harry and Hermione both smiled and said it was a secret and they weren't telling. Of course, it also helped that the house was under the Fidilius charm still and Draco couldn't get through it.
As the evening drove on, many people started to leave the party until there was only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus and Tonks left. Harry had convinced his two best friends to spend the night and they were up talking and laughing. Remus had taken the painting to bed with him in order to talk to him, which Harry didn't mind, they had a few things to say to each other, or rather Remus did, as Sirius wasn't yet talking.
* * * * *
The next morning was utter Weasley chaos, Hermione was trying her best to get to work on time and the boys were holding her back as much as possible just to watch her get flustered by it.
Hermione of course, was working for the Ministry of Magic in the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hermione had her choice of ministry jobs after she had been head girl and graduated at the top of their year from Hogwarts, but Hermione's passion was to help house elf and the S.P.E.W. However, because of her manner to help the elves, she had been given a wide birth by many others in her department and allowed to do as she pleased as long as she didn't bother them. So she had spent hours and hours in the libraries of the ministry researching the history of the elves, manners of them, anything she could get her hands onto. Ron and Harry both thought she was mental, but wisely kept their mouths shut.
After she left, Ron looked at Harry and said, "So mate what are we gonna do today?"
"I thought you were going to work?"
"Nah, I took the day off, the twins don't mind and I thought we might pop up to that new school of yours and have a more detailed look at that decrepit pitch you were telling me about." said Ron in a childlike manner.
"Okay" and then they were off.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
Some of you wrote to me asked why Harry and Dumbledore aren't speaking to each other in my fic, the truth is they do speak to each other, I just mentioned that at one time they had a strained relationship, sorry that wasn't clear enough, my bad.
Gaul1 - To answer you, career counciling was not something I had planned on introducing in the fic, but as you read, you'll understand why.
Kandace - Yes there are houses, but since this isn't Hogwarts, not all schools are set up the same way. Wait, you'll like what I have in mind.
Tanydwr - Does Harry get a girl? Well, just wait and find out for yourself. :)
jwbartle - Who said anyting about Honeychurch being an all girl school? Harry just thought that when the elf was screaming. In Chapter 3 he meets a muggle born and his mother who are shopping for their Honeychurch supplies.
Everyone else, please keep up with the comments and reviews, I even incorporated one or two of them already because they fit in so well. :)
Lastly, I'll give everyone a spoiler for the upcoming chapter, Honeychurch is one of the smallest magical schools in Britain, with only about 50 students. Also, we really get to see how things are different here than at Hogwarts.
Ooops, I forgot, the other fic I wrote (You, Me and Moaning Myrtle) does NOT connect to this story in any way shape or form. However, the other one, "Will Beagle and the Acceptance Letters" does, as a companion piece, but it may not be posted yet.
By Darkmoore
"Here we go Mister Potter here is the price for the number you requested, will there be anything else?"
"Yes," Harry replied, "a proper set of balls."
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Chapter Four: Some Surprises Are Good, Some Are Not
Ron's face turned slightly red in a vain attempt not to laugh and said "Mate if there is one person in the world who has a proper set…."
"Quiet! You know what I meant Ron." said a slightly embarrassed raven haired wizard when he realized what he had said.
Even the salesman was chuckling appreciatively. Harry knew he was doomed and finished his business in the store as soon as possible after ordering the brooms and trunk of Quidditch gear to be sent to the school. He also purchased a book on the care, maintenance and repair of the Quidditch pitch. Harry thought to himself 'That is going to be my toughest job, getting that pitch back in shape.'
After depositing his hysterical friend back at Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Harry apparated away thoroughly red faced with his selection of words in the Quidditch shop.
* * * * *
With a crack, Harry appeared in the kitchen of Number 12, Grimmauld Place where he found his father's only living friend, Remus Lupin, who had returned from his errands and was sitting at the table having a late lunch. "Hey Remus" called Harry.
"How was your trip?" Remus asked in an amused manner.
"How did you know about that? I only just got back this morning. Did one of the Weasley's tell you?" asked a confused Harry.
"No, no, it was Dobby. He just got back himself from doing some furniture shopping for your new quarters at the school." replied Remus, even more amused.
'Furniture shopping? What has the little elf done now?' thought Harry in a moment of panic.
It seems that Dobby had decided that his Harry Potter needed all new furniture for his quarters and office at the Honeychurch Institute and had spent the morning out making all the appropriate purchases for him. Harry grimaced at the idea of what Dobby had picked out for him and imagined a sock motif in his future. However, Harry was brought of his stupor when he realized that Remus knew about his new job already.
"Did he tell you about the job interview as well?" asked Harry annoyed that he didn't get to tell Remus about his new job.
"Yeah." smirked Remus in a knowing manner.
"Alright, out with it Remus, your up to something, what is it?"
"Now what makes you think that young man?" replied Remus using his best mentor face. Harry wasn't buying it and was about to press further when Mrs. Weasley came barging into the room.
"Oh Harry dear, your back already, how did the…. Er…..you-know-what go?" asked a very surprised Mrs. Weasley.
"It's okay Mrs. Weasley, it seems Remus already knows all about my trip yesterday." replied Harry giving the werewolf a look.
"Well then don't keep us in suspense, how did it go?" bellowed the kind hearted woman.
"I got the job, and I'll be teaching both Defense Against the Dark Arts and the first years in their flying courses." beemed Harry. Then it occurred to him, "Mrs. Weasley, what are you doing here?"
"Oh nothing dear, I just came into London to visit Diagon Alley and wanted to make sure that you lot were all taken care of." she said in a rush.
"Mrs. Weezey, Winky and Dobby is taking good care of Master Harry and don't you's forget it!" bellowed Winky from the pantry.
Remus chuckled and said, "I guess you heard that Molly?"
"I guess I did." Mrs. Weasley chuckled back. "Well I'll be off then, maybe I'll visit that retched little shop of my son's and see if they need anything." and then apparated out.
Harry laughed and then helped himself to a butterbeer and sat down with Remus, wondering what he and Mrs. Weasley were really up to today, but said nothing on the matter.
* * * * *
A few hours later, while Harry was up in his room working on several items on his Honeychurch list, a knock came to his door. Moments later Hermione walked in saying "Hello Harry, am I disturbing you?"
"Of course not Mione, I didn't even hear you come in, I was too busy working on lesson plans for my new job." he said with an air of importance.
"So you're not cross with me?" she asked somewhat timidly.
"Cross with you?" Harry asked confusedly, and then it dawned on him, "Oh you mean for the references? Not really, but you better hope she doesn't check up on them or else I'm out of a job."
"Harry, those were all genuine references. I knew you'd never use them yourself, so I gave them to Dobby to give to the headmistress. Every single one was legitimate."
"Why would they do that?" then the thought 'more charity for the man who can't find work' crossed his mind.
Hermione must have realized what he was thinking because she interjected, "Oh do stop feeling sorry for your self Harry. You must know the whole world does not go around feeling sorry for you. Some time or another your just going to have to realize that the only one feeling sorry for you is you!"
Harry stared at her for a few moments and responded, "You've been holding that one back for awhile haven't you?" Then they both burst out laughing as she nodded in the affirmative.
"Did you know that Dobby was out all morning buying me new furniture to take with me to the school when I move in next month? And to top it off, he won't even let me look at it. He has it hidden somewhere, along with a new trunk and few other things." supplied Harry in mock horror.
"No I didn't, but it doesn't surprise me at all. You never buy yourself anything"
"That's not true, I bought myself a new wardrobe today." said Harry defiantly.
"New underpants and a support cup, don't count as a new wardrobe Harry." giggled the bushy haired woman.
"I'll have you know Ms. Granger, that I bought myself a wardrobe that will make the most distinguished teacher in the school." Harry said as he leapt to his feet in a mock bow that would put Gilderoy Lockhart to shame.
They pair laughed some more as Hermione discretely looked at her watch and promptly said, "I'm getting hungry Harry, how about you?" Just then Harry's stomach grumbled and he laughed and shook his head 'yes.'
* * * * *
As the pair entered the kitchen to get something to eat, Harry led the way and what he found shocked him to no end. The room was packed with witches and wizards all screaming "SURPRISE!" at him all at once.
"Wha…" Harry asked. "It's not my birthday yet."
"Well dear, its getting harder and harder to surprise you, you know, with all that Auror training you have, so we figured if we had your birthday a day early, we'd get the job done." beamed Mrs. Weasley at her almost son.
Many of Harry's friends were at the party, Hermione, Remus, Tonks, all of the Weasleys (minus Percy, or as the boys called him now, Weatherby), Dumbledore, McGongall, Alastor Moody, Hagrid, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil and her twin sister Padma were all there to wish Harry a happy early birthday.
Hagrid picked Harry up and deposited him at the head of the kitchen table where a pile of birthday presents were waiting for him. Harry began to open his gifts, from Mad-Eye Moody he received a new wand holster what would attach itself to any part of his body, from Hagrid he received something that he could quite identify, but thanked him just the same, from Fred and George he received a box full of experimental wheezes from the store and Tonks gave him a set of dress robes in the most lurid shade of pink possible. Harry looked at her and she explained, "There for when Seamus gets you to switch to his team." Everyone in the room laughed.
Seamus, not being one to be outshined, particularly in his gayness, shouted out "I've been tryin' but he won't play ball."
Ron choked on his butterbeer and about spit half a mouth full out trying not to laugh at the earlier joke from the Quidditch shop.
"Shut up, Ron" warned Harry and then continued in a mock Irish accent "You know hard it is to keep a horny Irishman down!" Everyone burst out laughing at that one, as once again Harry realized what he had just said. He made a mental note to himself 'Must start censoring myself, must start censoring myself.'
"Here Harry, open this one next, it's from the children at the facility." gleamed Ginny. As a favor to Harry after she had graduated from Hogwarts, Ginny had become the administrator of the Sirius Black Memorial Child Care Facility, which was an orphanage Harry had created to care for all the orphaned children whose parents died at the hands of the Death Eaters during the war and had no where else to go. If no one had adopted them by the time they would reached 11-years-old, then Harry sent them to the school of their choosing, as long as it was in Britain. When he opened the gift it was from the youngest children in the facility, they were all drawing and painting they had done for him, usually of him. He thought they were simply brilliant.
Harry received a kiss from each of the Patil twins and from Lavender too. He blushed through them all. Seamus tried to give him one also, but Harry managed to deflect it at first, but eventually Seamus grabbed hold of his head and planted a big wet one right one Harry's mouth. Again the room was filled with laughter as Harry sputtered about.
However, it was then that Harry spotted a large thin object wrapped in brown paper propped up again the wall. Harry walked over to it and pulled the paper off of the surface to reveal a painting.
For his birthday, Albus Dumbledore had commissioned Dean Thomas to create a life size portrait of Sirius Black. Dumbledore, Remus and McGonagall had all performed the necessary spell work on the portrait to make it appear lifelike. Harry was shocked to his core that they had done that for him. Harry and Dumbledore had long ago put their differences aside to work together on Harry's learning Occlumency and defeating Voldemort. Harry had never been able to stay mad at his mentor for too long, no matter how much he wanted to.
"Professor, I don't know what to say." started Harry with tears in his eyes as he stared at Sirius face looking back at him.
"It's quite alright Harry and please call me 'Albus' I have no idea why my former students have such a hard time calling me by my first name." twinkled Dumbledore.
Harry laughed and said "Hello Sirius, how ya been?"
Sirius didn't reply, but nodded at his godson with a great deal of love in his eyes.
"He can't speak yet Harry," Dumbledore informed him, "he only just woke up this week and it takes awhile for the magic to take effect. When it does I suspect you may have a hard keeping him quiet." The painting of Sirius nodded in total agreement.
Just then an owl burst through the kitchen door and deposited a red envelope in Harry hand and flew off again before anyone could say a word about it. The red envelope began to smoke…it was a howler.
Soon the screeching voice of Narcissa Malfoy was filling the room… "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO KEEP ME FROM MY FAMILY'S VAULT? YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO AUTHORITY IN THIS MATTER WHAT SO EVER AND I DEMAND THAT YOU RETURN CONTROL TO ME THIS INSTANT!" 'Well,' Harry thought, 'this explains that letter I received from Gringotts today.' Narcissa continued "AND FURTHER MORE, HOW DARE YOU TREAT MY SON IN THIS MANNER DO YOU KNOW HE WASTING AWAY IN LOVE WITH YOU? YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A HYPOCRITE AND A MURDERER FORCING HIM INTO THIS TORTURE AND SLOW DEATH. I DEMAND THAT YOU DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT IMMEDIATELY!" then the howler exploded into a pile of ashes.
Bill and Fleur Weasley who had been witness to the howler had no idea what she was talking about and Bill asked "Harry, what does she mean her is wasting away because of you?"
Hermione began before Harry could and said, "Well it all started near the beginning of our seventh year at Hogwarts, when Malfoy turned seventeen. His grandmother was a Veela." At this point Fleur understood perfectly, being part Veela herself. "Anyway, after spending our entire sixth year trying to hex and curse Harry, he turns around and spends our seventh trying to seduce him and mate with him every chance he got and doesn't understand why Harry has rejected him." Bill still looked confused, so Fleur helped out.
"Bill, when'zever a Veela reaches seventeen, they come into, what you call it?, ah, yes, they come into heat. They will begin to search out their one true mate, usually it takes a Veela awhile to find that mate, but sometimes they find him or her right away. Like I did with you and they will pursue that mate with everything they have."
"'Arry, how did you manage to get Draco off your scent? It is almost impossible to do." Fleur asked when she realized that Harry had yet to be subdued by the male Veela.
Harry and Hermione both smiled and said it was a secret and they weren't telling. Of course, it also helped that the house was under the Fidilius charm still and Draco couldn't get through it.
As the evening drove on, many people started to leave the party until there was only Harry, Ron, Hermione, Remus and Tonks left. Harry had convinced his two best friends to spend the night and they were up talking and laughing. Remus had taken the painting to bed with him in order to talk to him, which Harry didn't mind, they had a few things to say to each other, or rather Remus did, as Sirius wasn't yet talking.
* * * * *
The next morning was utter Weasley chaos, Hermione was trying her best to get to work on time and the boys were holding her back as much as possible just to watch her get flustered by it.
Hermione of course, was working for the Ministry of Magic in the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hermione had her choice of ministry jobs after she had been head girl and graduated at the top of their year from Hogwarts, but Hermione's passion was to help house elf and the S.P.E.W. However, because of her manner to help the elves, she had been given a wide birth by many others in her department and allowed to do as she pleased as long as she didn't bother them. So she had spent hours and hours in the libraries of the ministry researching the history of the elves, manners of them, anything she could get her hands onto. Ron and Harry both thought she was mental, but wisely kept their mouths shut.
After she left, Ron looked at Harry and said, "So mate what are we gonna do today?"
"I thought you were going to work?"
"Nah, I took the day off, the twins don't mind and I thought we might pop up to that new school of yours and have a more detailed look at that decrepit pitch you were telling me about." said Ron in a childlike manner.
"Okay" and then they were off.
To Be Continued…
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Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed, thanks again...
Some of you wrote to me asked why Harry and Dumbledore aren't speaking to each other in my fic, the truth is they do speak to each other, I just mentioned that at one time they had a strained relationship, sorry that wasn't clear enough, my bad.
Gaul1 - To answer you, career counciling was not something I had planned on introducing in the fic, but as you read, you'll understand why.
Kandace - Yes there are houses, but since this isn't Hogwarts, not all schools are set up the same way. Wait, you'll like what I have in mind.
Tanydwr - Does Harry get a girl? Well, just wait and find out for yourself. :)
jwbartle - Who said anyting about Honeychurch being an all girl school? Harry just thought that when the elf was screaming. In Chapter 3 he meets a muggle born and his mother who are shopping for their Honeychurch supplies.
Everyone else, please keep up with the comments and reviews, I even incorporated one or two of them already because they fit in so well. :)
Lastly, I'll give everyone a spoiler for the upcoming chapter, Honeychurch is one of the smallest magical schools in Britain, with only about 50 students. Also, we really get to see how things are different here than at Hogwarts.
Ooops, I forgot, the other fic I wrote (You, Me and Moaning Myrtle) does NOT connect to this story in any way shape or form. However, the other one, "Will Beagle and the Acceptance Letters" does, as a companion piece, but it may not be posted yet.