Morning came and Harry went to the bathroom to prepare himself for the coming day's

activities. He looked around the house and realized that he wasn't at Number Four anymore. It

felt strange, but somehow very relaxing.

"Great, you're up," Gris said.

" Good morening, Gris," Harry said through a half yawn.

" Today, we're going to Diagon Alley to re-open Auntie 'Belle's shop. I can't wait. It'll

be like I'm my own woman."

" I wish I were my own man," Harry commented.

" You are. You just have to get your bearings in the world, speaking of which. The next

time my mom comes, we'll take you to Canada to learn a little wandless magic. Nobody there

should bother you about it," Gris offered.

"That'd be great, Gris" Harry said smiling. It felt good to have somebody else in control

for a change. He thought back to the time last year when he tried to teach defense against the

dark arts to his fellow school mates. Fat lot of good it did. Sirius was dead.

" What's wrong, Harry?," Griselda asked him seeing the depressed look that now dark-ened his face.

" I was just thinking back to my godfather Sirius Black. He died jut last year in a duel

against Lord Voldemort's supporters. I miss him so much. I'd give anything to be near him again.

He was the only adult that I could connect with, you know?"

" Gotcha," Griselda said nodding.

" I'll bet you think that I'm a bit more than you can handle right now, don't you?"

" Are you kidding, Harry? You don't know Fenny and me very well. We were quite the proverbial handful," she said.

Fred and George came to his mind when she mentioned handful. He started to laugh as

images of last year's fireworks fiasco blazed past his conscious thoughts.

" What's so funny?" Fenella asked coming down the stairs dressed and ready to go.

" Griselda just told me how you two were a handful at your old school, and it made me

think of two pranksterish friends of mine named Fred and George."

" Do they both have red hair?" Fenny asked looking as if she'd just figured something out.

" Yeah.... as a matter of fact they do. How do you know?"

" Fenny and I met them just yestreday on our way to find Auntie 'Belle's' shop," Griselda said.

" I'd like to see them again. I'd like to know if their tricks can match mine and Griselda's,

since you say that they're pranksters too," Fenny said rubbing her chin.

" This I'd like to see," Harry said. His spirits were lifted. Maybe Fate was dealing him

another hand, a good one for a change.

Bellatrix Lestrange lay in a corner sore from Lord Voldemort's latest 'Cruciatus' session.

She hadn't been in this much pain since....

"Bella, tell me, what troubles you so? Surely, it can't be our little disciplinary

assessment," the Dark Lord asked feeling a twinge of dread and longing in his servant. He liked

the sadness and regret that seemed to well up inside Bella, but he hated the sensation that

followed immediately after. It was grief born out of something he most despised..... love.

"It is nothing, my Lord,...nothing at all," she lied.

She saw him raise his wand and she cringed in fear of him hitting her again with the 'Cruciatus' curse for lying to him.

He hated it whenanyone lied to him. He could always tell......he always knew.

"Shall I tell you, Bella? You miss somebody very dearly, somebody who was a very big

part of your life. Somebody you had to abandon for our great cause. It's not your blood traitor

cousin or that incompetent Rudolphus....nooooo.......it's....a child, a girl. You wonder where your

dear little one has gone. Mmmmm.......quite curious, such longing and worry coming from you,

Bella. I never thought of you as the maternal type. Never fear, succeed at my next mission for

you, and I'll find her for you. Fail, and your darling little baby girl will be the farthest thing from

your mind as I truly punish you," Lord Voldemort said in his most icy of voices.

" You guys have really brought me out of the dumps. I was just sitting here missing my

godfather, and you and Gris just made me feel so relaxed. I thought that you two were sure to

dump me with all of my problems,"Harry said.

" No....we would never think of doing that. And as for your godfather, at least you have

somebody to miss. I never even knew my parents, much less even had a godparent to care for

me. Sometimes I want to look for my parents, and sometimes I get the feeling that some things

are better just being left alone. For all I know, they could've been maniacs or criminals," Fenny

said laughing her head off.

Back at Lord Voldemort's lair, Bellatrix thought of those damned Longbottoms and Lily

Potter and their holy crusade against her and her husband for their alleged criminal activities. The

ministry took little Leonie from her arms. She wanted to take her wand out and blow Alice

Longbottom to bits as she watched Lily carry her baby away. For all she knew, they could've

put her precious little pureblood jewel in a home with mudblood lovers or even worse, just plain

mudbloods. She thought of the amusing torture she inflicted upon the happy Longbottoms as

their liitle pudge of a boy watched crying. It was funny to watch them beg as she hurt them. Oh

yes did she hurt them. She had to deliver on the Dark Lord's wishes. She had to know where her

baby was, what she looked like, and how powerful she was.

" That's some fancy handwork, Fenella," Harry complimented as he watched her point

her finger at Uncle Vernon's pants and make them shrink until they tore open revealing his white

boxers with red hearts. It was hilarious as the gang watched Vernon drop all his paper work from

his briefcasein a failed attempt to cover himself in front of passersby. She even made an extra

effort to close his work jacket in his cardoor and forbid it to open. She even made it rain on Aunt

Petunia's new hairdo. Fenny was scary but a whole lot of fun.