Harry Potter Boy who Lives

H P Boy who Lives 7th year

Chapter Twelve

Nineteen

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Everyone tries to get used to Harry's new look...

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Hospital Wing – Hours Later

"Mum, will you quit staring at me. It's starting to give me a complex." Harry was sitting next to Hermione's bed. "I can't believe that I've change that much in my appearance."

Lily held up a mirror. "Are you sure about that?"

Harry got his first look at himself. He couldn't believe his eyes. "I look like Dad."

He ran his hand across his jaw. His face was fuller now more defined like it would be at nineteen. His hair was in need of a trim again and fell roguishly across his eyes. He had a three-musketeer's look on his face. He was sporting a red gold beard and mustache; even his eyes looked older in a way. "No wonder everyone is gawking at me. If I had hazel eyes, Dad and I may as well be the same person. I've got to shave this off, before Hermione sees it, or she won't even know me." He didn't know how to react to his new state of appearance.

"I don't know about that, honey. She might like your dashing new look." Lily put the mirror away and sat down in the chair beside him. "All for one and one for all as it were." She winked at him.

"Dad's afraid that this latest attempt will be considered strike three in Hermione's mind. When all is said and done it bloody well comes close to it." Harry felt the fury rising inside him again, but easily tamped it down to embers.

"Harry, this wasn't your fault."

"Morgana tried to kill her this time, Mum. It will not happen again. She has a trickle of power left in her and that she'll save for the Millennium Celebration Ball. I would bet my life on that. Next time I'll be more than ready for her."

"Harry…" Hermione moaned and coughed in her sleep.

Harry wanted blood for what she had done to Hermione and by the gods he was going to get it. "No one does this to my family, or my love, and lives to tell about it."

"It's going to take time and healing, but she'll better in no time." Lily kissed his cheek. "Both her and Ginny will."

"Ginny stayed at Hagrid's, but my angel didn't, so she isn't half as sick as Hermione is and gets to rest in her rooms." Harry cradled Hermione's hand to his cheek.

"She isn't here because of you, so don't even think of blaming yourself. Morgana is a very ancient sick minded Dark witch, who doesn't know when she's defeated." Albus walked into the Hospital Wing as did Minerva.

"Aunt Minerva about the girl's extreme punishments, since Hermione was not of her own mind at the time do they still stand?" Harry turned to smile at his Aunt and Uncle.

"Oh, my stars, you really are older now." Minerva gasped in surprise clasping her hand against her chest, as she had years ago when they had saved Hermione from the troll.

"Yes, I know...now about those punishments is it up for negotiation?" Harry tried to keep his mind set on the task and not think about her reaction to his new look. "I plan on shaving that might help a little."

"Nonsense, nephew, everyone around you will have to settle in with the new you. Now as for the punishments, they are all canceled, and one hundred points will be added back to Gryffindor as we speak." Albus winked at him. "Now how are the girls fairing? Is there any change in Hermione?" He asked Lily.

"Ginny is resting peacefully upstairs in her bed. Gene is looking after her as is Draco. She didn't get nearly as frozen as Hermione nor did she injure her ankle. Now as for Hermione, she is exhausted from her ordeal of being taken over by Morgana. That in itself was enough of a shock to her system. Add the exposure to the elements and she is going to be here in the Hospital Wing for a week. Then she'll be recuperating in her room for at least two or three weeks." Lily gave them her diagnosis. "We will know more when she awakens in a few hours. Right now her temperature is up, which is normal after the ordeal that she went through. The medicine that I gave her a while ago will take care of that."

"Harry, sitting here and staring at her isn't going to do you or her any good. Go upstairs and change into fresh clothes. Then after that we will arrange for you to watch over her tonight." Minerva saw that he was still in his layers of winter clothing.

"Minerva is right you need to eat dinner. Then you will be free to hold Hermione tonight." Albus agreed.

"All of you go to dinner. I can more than take on the task of watching over Hermione. After all I have been doing so for six years." Poppy shooed them all out of the Hospital Wing.

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Pendragon Wing - Common Room

James met the two of them at the Common Room doors. "Lily, it's time for your dinner. Then you need to put your feet up and rest for the night. You and our miracles need rest and sustenance." He pulled her into his arms for a kiss.

Harry not wishing to hear his Dad's commentary on his new look, continued passed him up the stairs to his rooms.

Lily pulled out of his arms and scowled at him. "What's your brilliant plan this time? Are you going to pretend that nothing has changed by focusing on the babies and me and ignoring our son? You know as well as I do that he had no say how the counter incantation was going to play out."

James glanced up at the stairs and sighed in defeat. "He'll want his own space now. I'm not ready for that yet."

"Oh James, it's going to be at least a month or two before that happens. It's going to take Hermione weeks to heal. Harry isn't going to vanquish Morgana until New Years Eve. I suspect that they may elope Christmas Eve, but that's nothing to go mental over and we will deal with that together when that day is on us." She cuddled up against him.

"How's he handling his new look?" James rested his chin on top of her head.

"Not that well. He seems to think Hermione isn't going to know him now." Lily smirked. "I thought that he was going to faint dead away when he saw his reflection. He's just as floored by this as all of us are; only he has to endure being gawked at by everyone."

"It's not every week that you go from seventeen to six, then from there leap all the way up to nineteen. It's gonna take time for all of us to adjust. He's gonna have to take his N.E.W.T'S this month. They're gonna want to see just how much being aged two years has effected him." James glanced up at the stairs again, but Harry had yet to come back down.

"I think that you're going to find that he is very much the next Merlin and not so much in training for anything anymore. I bet that he could pass his Auror trials with flying colors." Lily smiled up at James. "Go have a chat with him, honey. He needs his dad."

"I'll do that while you go have a look in on Ginny." James and Lily headed up the stairs.

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Harry stuck his head into Ginny's rooms. Draco was feeding her some broth. "I'm on my way to my room, but I wanted to check in on my baby sister."

"Come in big brother." Ginny sounded weak as a kitten. "How's Hermione doing?"

Harry paused at the doorway. Not wanting his new look to shake her up, as it had the other members of their family. "She's still out of it, but Mum says that's because of the ordeal that she went through today. Morgana took over her mind. There are also the repercussions that come with exposure to the winter elements." Harry even thought he sounded and acted older. "The prognosis is no less than a week in the Hospital Wing. Then she will be sequestered in her rooms to recuperate for three weeks after that." What the hell had he just said!? He never spoke with such formality!

"Thank you, Healer Pendragon, for that through diagnosis and prognosis on Hermione's condition." Ginny stared wide-eyed at Harry. "My goodness, Draco wasn't joshing me when he said that you'd been aged two years older." Ginny got that out in a weak voice before another coughing fit hit again.

Draco waited out the coughing, before putting a goblet of water up to her lips to drink. "She has a very nasty cold, but Aunt Gene and Mum say that she's going to be fine after a week of bed rest."

Ginny wrinkled her nose at the thought of being stuck in bed for a week. "After that I have three months detention, no Quidditch, no Hogsmeade, no holiday time off, and they took fifty points each off our House." Ginny blew her nose with a tissue and gave him a miserable look.

Harry walked in and stood beside her bed. "That's not entirely true. You see I've had a chat with Aunt Minerva and Uncle Albus and all punishments have been canceled." He conjured a vase of bright sunny windflowers and set it on her nightstand.

Ginny got her first good look at him and really liked his new appearance. "Hermione is gonna be very pleased when she wakes up." Ginny managed a weak smile. "Dragon, can you grow yourself a beard like Harry's?" She looked up at Draco, who was holding her in his arms.

"It might take a week or two, but yes Peaches I can grow one like Harry's." Draco chuckled.

"Good because I really think you would look rather dashing with one." She yawned. "By the way big brother you look devastatingly handsome..."

Harry blushed causing Draco to laugh even harder.

"No. I'm serious. Hermione's gonna really love your new look." Ginny coughed.

"I'm happy that you think so, baby sister. You know to be honest I was going to shave it off." Harry chuckled.

"Don't you dare, it looks smashing. Hermione has to see you like this." Ginny narrowed her eyes at him.

"Okay, Gin the beard stays." Harry kissed her on the forehead. "Get some rest. I have to change, have dinner, and then get back to Hermione."

"How's Dad handling having a near carbon copy of him?" Draco asked as Harry was leaving the room.

"One word sums it up baby brother...Denial. Dad is in extreme denial." Harry winked at him and then left him to tend to Ginny.

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James was waiting for Harry in his bedroom. "Want to talk about it?" He asked as Harry headed for the bathroom.

"I think the actual question is do you wish to talk about it?" Harry called back to him from the bathroom.

"So, your mother was right, appearance isn't the only thing about you that has changed. Exactly what occurred before your first-grandparents sorted you out?" James stood in the bathroom doorway.

Harry turned to look at him. "I lost my temper over the whole Hermione being mentally possessed by Morgana situation. My temper was off the charts." He turned on the taps in the shower.

"I've only been that off the scale a few times in my life. First with Aunt Marge, whom I blew up like a hot-air balloon, after Cedric died I was angry with the world because Voldemort had risen because of my blood. I would say all of fifth year… after Uncle Sirius died. The finale minutes of the vanquishing of Tom Riddle. Vanquishing Toad lady and confronting Fudge at the celebration. Hermione getting hurt during the all-star match and now this Morgana horseshit." He continued to converse with his dad as he went about his evening routine.

"After all the horseshit you went through all those years running, all of that is more than understandable." James could now understand why Mab would have wanted him older. It had been Mab not Merlin, who had overshot the goal of seventeen years. "Did you I don't know, say that if anything fatal happened to Hermione, that you would toss being good away and make their lives hell?"

"Something along those lines, only I added that I would make Tom Riddle look like a kitten who had been declawed." Harry got dressed in his Puddlemere United sweats.

"I believe that we've just solved why you were aged passed seventeen in mind as well as body." James arched a brow at Harry, as he started swearing in Parseltounge. "You beyond lost your temper in front of Mab. She wanted to make sure that you could easily control your emotions and actions after setting you right again."

"Well, at least now if you told someone that I was seventeen going on twenty you wouldn't be lying." Harry could now instantly control his temper and was now perfectly calm. "Is everyone down eating dinner in the Great Hall?"

"That would be a correct assumption. Are you up to facing them all tonight or would you like to wait until tomorrow?" Lily was standing next to James. "The pups or should I say Hogwarts new mascots are down there with Ron and Luna."

"I'm not dressed for dinner. I would have to put my uniform back on." Harry frowned.

"Just wear your Wizarding robes over what you have on. They all know that Hermione is sick in the Hospital Wing." Lily was nearing her fifth month of her pregnancy and had really started showing over the past few days. "Now who's staring?"

Harry grinned at his mother. "Sorry, Mum I guess the twins had a growth spurt."

"It won't be long now before these two start kicking and really move around." Lily smiled. "Now shall we go down to dinner I'm starved.

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The Great Hall

Dinner was well underway when they entered the Great Hall by the professors' entrance. The conversation instantly stopped, as did most of the meal, because almost everyone was gawking openmouthed at Harry.

"Suddenly this seems like a not so intelligent choice." Harry eyed everyone with wary eyes.

"Nonsense after your day you need to sit down, relax, and eat a good meal." Lily gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Exactly where am I sitting? If I go down there I'll be mobbed." Harry hissed at his father.

"Sure looks that way doesn't it son, but then you're an assistant professor, so it's okay to sit by us at the head table." James pointed at the three empty place settings.

"Harry, you sit in the middle. James and I will sit on either side of you." The three of them sat down.

Everyone was still pointing, staring, and murmuring about him.

"Headmaster, perhaps Assistant Professor Pendragon should make a brief speech." Severus suggested to Albus.

"Quite right Severus, perhaps he does need to say a few words." Albus turned to look at Harry. "The choice as always is yours of course."

Harry took a deep breath and got to his feet. "First Hermione is going to be fine. It's going to take a few weeks of healing, but she will be back to herself in no time. Ginny wasn't under the influence of Morgana Le Hag... Sorry that was crass of me Morgana Le Fay. She will be up and around in a week or so. Draco, who is back to his seventeen-year-old self, is watching over her."

Sporadic applause echoed around the Hall.

"You're not seeing an optical illusion. Your eyes aren't playing tricks on you. I was the first to have a never performed incantation performed on me. Now as with most incantations there are always risks that something might go awry, even when the two most powerful magic wielders of our kind are the ones performing the spell. Yes, even my first-grandparents can make mistakes. I'm not exactly seventeen, three months, and four days anymore."

The Hall was filled with murmurs and gasps from the students.

"It's what my birth certificate states, but now that's not entirely accurate. I'm now nineteen. This changes nothing. I'm still the same Harry, as I always was. I at eleven, along with Neville and Hermione, lost one hundred fifty points off our House, because of our quest to get Norbert up to the tower to Charlie's comrades. Norbert was Hagrid's baby dragon. We almost pulled it off, but Draco caught us. That nevertheless is in the past... Most of you have had the privilege to see or had your noses in the set of five books that Gramps, arranged for all of you to have to limit the number of inquiries on my person." Harry took out his wand.

"Now to prove to you that I am who I say I am. I would like you to meet my version of Prongs or it might be an unicorn one never knows." He conjured his Stag patronus. It trotted over to nudge Ron's hair, before ending up standing in front of the main table. "Now lets eat I have to get back to my princess."

"As you can see my Nephew is a bit older, but otherwise the same Harry that many of us are fond of. He does however wish to be with his princess when she awakens, so please refrain from converging on him until the weeks end." Minerva eyed all the students. "Ronald and Luna may come up and say hello if they wish, but that is all."

Ron and Luna raced up to the front of the head table and sat on the chairs that Albus had conjured for them.

"Mum and Dad have been worried sick about you and Draco. Now I have to write her and tell her what exactly?" Ron frowned.

"Hello to you to Ron." Harry focused on his meal of the usual oriental cuisine.

"He really has been worried to a frazzle about you both, as have all of us." Luna confided to him.

"Luna!" Ron flushed crimson with embarrassment.

"Oh, stop it. They're like brothers to you and it was all kept so hush, hush, even from you, Ginny, Hermione, and me." Luna scoffed at him.

"It was a nice effort of our elders to keep her at bay, but she did find out. It means that someone in the castle or at the wedding talked to Cho." Harry's razor sharp detective skills were on high alert. "Oh and Ron it's nice to know that you care. Here have a spring roll they really are quite good." Harry's eyes went from serious to humorous in seconds.

"Did it hurt when they changed you back?" Ron helped himself to some of the food on the platters in front of Harry.

"No it was quite painless, but Morgana's felt like getting stunned. This is peculiar when you think about it, seeing as they were similar incantations." Harry frowned when Ron choked on his spring roll. "What's wrong?"

Ron frowned at him cocking his head to see if the scar, that Harry was famous for, was still in fact there on his forehead. "Oh nothing... It's just that you're acting as stuffy as Hermione when she's all Miss Scholar."

"She's ruined me." Harry glared at his father.

"Who's ruined you son?" James tried not to smirk.

"First-Grams made me a mature, responsible, know-it-all. Just because I went mental and may or may not have stated that if anything happened to Hermione...I would make Tom Riddle look like a kitten, who'd been declawed and incur my wrath on everyone. I was upset. People say things they don't mean when they are upset." Harry grumbled out a response.

Albus' eyebrows rose as Harry grumbled out the answer to his father's question. "Perhaps she wanted to better prepare you for next September." He suggested.

Harry pondered that for a second. "It's still no excuse to take away my adventurous side." He snarled.

"Young one, she allowed you the ability to rein that side of you in, it is key in your Auror training. However, it's not taught until nearly the final year of training." Chen corrected him. "This is most welcoming news."

"I can read ancient runes, fluently speak mermish and dozens more languages. I'm not positive, but today I think I spoke a language that was musical and bird like. Hell, I could probably understand Arithmancy now. All thanks to First-Grams and that's just the tip of the iceberg." Harry was beyond sarcastic at this point. "Hell, bring on the Auror trials and the N.E.W.T'S. I bet my Firebolt that I score O's across-the-board."

"Do ya still fancy Quidditch?" Anthony, Justin, and Colin raced up to see him.

"Do I still fancy Quidditch? Is the sky blue? Do we not need air to breathe? Of course I still fancy playing Seeker. I just don't have that urge to go off and hunt down Morgana at the moment." Harry narrowed his eyes at them in annoyance. "I'm gonna miss my Marauder side." Harry now miserable and depressed buried his face in his hands.

"Maybe you just need to settle in with this new you, before everything is all sorted out again." Lily added a large helping of fried rice to her plate then topped it with wantons and spring rolls.

"Are the twins craving Chinese tonight?" Harry finished his meal before either Ron or his mother could devour it.

"This is delicious. James, can I have some of your ham and potatoes as well?" Lily was craving a bit of everything tonight.

James gave her his ham and roasted potatoes. "Anything for you, my flame."

"Here Dad, have some of mine. I'm off to see Hermione." Harry placed the rest of the Chinese food onto his father's plate. "Even fathers-to-be need to eat," He vanished.

"From your mouth to your mother's ears," James dug into the food on his plate.

"I will arrange to have Harry take his N.E.W.T'S next week. After that Stephen can arrange his Auror trials as well." Albus needed to know just how advanced Harry had become.

"Sure why not let him graduate from school early, after all he's eventually gonna have to take over teaching class." James sighed. "As for his Auror trials, he's been ready to pass those for weeks."

"Uncle Albus, would it be possible for Rory and me to take the N.E.W.T'S as well?" Dromi asked softly.

"I don't see any problem in doing so, but does your sister agree with your decision?" Albus looked over at Rory staring at her sister like she had just sprouted two heads.

"Dromi, are you sure that we're ready for that yet. I mean yes it's true that we were given all the knowledge to pass our N.E.W.T'S, but we're still basically guessing how to use it all." Rory didn't wish Wills to know that she and Dromi were more than capable of passing their N.E.W.T'S with O level marks. Or that she'd been secretly training with her brothers as well, which meant that it was highly possible that she could also take the trials with her younger brother.

"Its okay Rory, no one is expecting you to take them, it was just a suggestion not a request." Wills gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Rory narrowed her eyes at Wills. "Are you suggesting that I couldn't pass them with high marks?"

Wills stared at her in horror. This was not the reaction that he had expected, instead of relief it was fury that he saw blazing in her vivid violet eyes. "No of course not angel, I just don't want you to feel pressured into anything that you aren't ready to take."

"Oh, so now I'm magically challenged as well!? I'll have you know that I can and will pass those N.E.W.T'S with O level marks! You're lucky that you aren't sporting donkey ears and a tail! You know what!? I've lost my appetite! I think I'll go to our studio and work on my current project!" She left in a temper adding lightning to the raging snowstorm outside.

Wills buried his face in his hands. "Next time I'm gonna do the intelligent thing and say nothing."

"She's just in a mood. She'll be fine in a little while." Dromi reassured Wills.

"I see no reason the two of you can't take the N.E.W.T'S with Harry. I have no doubt in my mind that you will both pass them with O level marks." Albus winked at Dromi then focused on Wills. "William, might I suggest that you remember who it is that you are promised to. She is very much the female version of her brother. This makes her a force to be reckoned with. She is not nor ever will be able to settle with being a princess. She has to be whom she is meant and you must let her follow that path."

"I never thought of it that way. Thanks for the advice Uncle Albus. Now if you will excuse me I have a paper to write for a class that's due in a few days." Wills got up and left the Great Hall.

"I support you one hundred percent, my enchantress." Henry brought Dromi's hand up to his lips and kissed it.

"As I do you, handsome," Dromi smiled.

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Hospital Wing

Gene had Hermione propped up with pillows and was giving her a series of potions to drink.

"I feel horrid enough as it is." She croaked out, her voice raw and sore from coughing and sneezing. "These taste awful and all I want is for Harry to come and hold me." She blew her nose and that started her coughing again.

"Harry will be here as soon as he finishes dinner. Now here's the last potion that you need to take at least for a few hours anyway." Gene held it to Hermione's lips and she reluctantly drank it.

"I don't see Ginny in here. Is she going to be all right?" Hermione wheezed.

"She's going to be stuck in her room in bed for a week, but with rest she's going to be fine." Gene handed her some menthol herbal salve to help her with her cough. "Rub this on your chest it will allow you to breathe easier."

"She's awake. That's wonderful news, Poppy. I'll go see her right now." Harry was in the frontward of the Hospital Wing talking to Poppy. "Ok Poppy, I will wait until Aunt Gene finishes her rounds."

Gene shook her head at Hermione, as she hastily lathered the cool salve on her chest, before pulling her pajama shirt back down, and then pulled the covers all the way up to her chin. "I thought that you wished to see Harry."

"Oh, I do Aunt Gene, but I don't wish to flash him either." Hermione coughed.

"You may come in and see her now, Harry James." Gene walked into the frontward. "Does Hermione know about your new appearance?" Gene whispered.

"No not yet and yes they missed the mark on purpose by two years making me nineteen with all the trimmings as it were. I'm now a mature, responsible adult." Harry whispered back. "They reined in my James side and my temper, but increased my intellect tenfold."

"Remus will be thrilled when I tell him." Gene kissed him on the cheek. "Try to make sure she gets some rest."

"Oh, I will." Harry hugged her and then went to go see his princess.

"How's my angel? Are we feeling better tonight?" Harry took off his Wizarding robes, draped them over the chair beside her bed, kicked off his shoes, and crawled into the bed to hold her in his arms.

Hermione reached up and touched his face. "Have you grown older?" She sat up to look at him ignoring her body's scream of protest. "Crawl back out of this bed and let me have a good look at you." She coughed her way through her question.

"Ginny thought you might fancy the new me, beard and all..." Harry now stood beside the bed and smiled down at her. "… She said I looked devastatingly handsome as well."

"How exactly..." She started coughing again, but ignored it. "What I mean is..."

Harry gently pushed her back against the stack of pillows with one hand, while putting a goblet of water to her lips with the other, and succeeded in calming her coughing fit.

"Are my eyes deceiving me or are you in fact two years older than you were last Saturday?" She finally managed to croak out her question.

Harry had never seen her with this bad of a cold. It seemed more like pneumonia and it worried him. "Promise me that you will not get upset and cough out a lung or worse and I just may answer that question." He frowned down at her, worry, and concern for her shown in his eyes and face.

Hermione may have been weak as a kitten, achy, and completely miserable, but that did not mean that she wasn't going to find out what she wished to know. "I have a nasty cold, but I am not dying, nor am I fragile as glass. Now start talking." She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him.

"I'll try to explain, but if you start getting upset, coughing, wheezing, or gasping for air again that's the end of it and I will let you get some rest. Then see you in the morning." Harry warned.

"But, I thought you were going to hold me tonight." She whimpered.

"I was gonna hold you, but not if my being here makes you upset or worse. Sorry not gonna happen." Harry sat down in the chair. "Either you remain calm during my explanation about my change of appearance or I'm gonna retire to my rooms for the night."

Hermione got herself more comfortable then patted the space next to her. "Explain while you hold me."

"Nice try sweets, but not gonna happen. Not until after I explain what you wish to know." Harry chuckled when she pouted. "Nope at the moment I'm immune to that as well."

:Oh, fine then hurry up and explain why you're the carbon copy of your father with green eyes or why you even sound older.: Hermione looked at him concern shinning in her eyes. :Are you all right? Did the incantation have horrible side effects with it?: She used their link to talk with him.

Harry sighed in relief that she still had more than enough energy to use their link to each other. "When I was told about you being hopelessly lost in a blizzard under Morgana's influence...I lost my cool in front of Uncle Albus and the First-Grandparents."

:Lost your cool? Exactly how much of a temper tantrum did you throw?: Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

"Off the charts actually. I even stated quite clearly that if anything were to ever happen to you ..."

"Oh Harry, you didn't." Hermione moaned.

"Oh yeah, I did..." He nodded then continued with the explanation. "That I would give up being good, I would make Tom Riddle look like a kitten, which has been declawed and incur my wrath on everyone..."

Hermione was burying her face in her hands, but that didn't stop him from finishing the explanation.

"Now don't get frazzled, angel. The tantrum only lasted all of two minutes, because I used my two months of training from all of my classes to calm myself down. Still, First-Grams had already seen, heard, and felt my fury, so when the two of them..."

:First-Grams saw that you needed more control over that temper of yours. So, she chose to make you into a mature responsible young adult of nineteen.: Hermione finished his explanation for him.

"She reined in my James side or merged it with my more responsible side. I'm still not sure which, but either way I'm two years older. You missed the big event at dinner tonight when Ron accused me of being the stuffy scholarly type now." Harry buried his face in his hands. "I'm ruined..."

:Harry, you are not ruined. If anything this new you is the old you only better.: Hermione reached out and ran her fingers through his hair.

Harry looked up at her with wary eyes. "You aren't upset about this in any way?"

:Why would I be upset. You're still my prince. Although, that three musketeers look has to go. It's not you at all. It's too much like Uncle James and you are not a carbon copy of your father.: She ran a finger along his beard and frowned.

"Ginny thought you would fancy the rouge look on me." Harry winked at her.

:While you do look devastatingly handsome as a rouge, it's just not you. Now please go shave it off and then come back here and hold me.: She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Harry kissed her on the forehead and headed off to do as he was told. "Be back in a few minutes. I need to shave off the beard." He walked past Poppy and Gene who gave him a look.

"Thank Merlin for that. It's just not you then is it." Poppy sighed in relief.

"To tell you the truth it kind of itches and I don't really care for beards." Harry winked at Gene and Poppy before he left the Hospital Wing doors.

"Oh my, that one is a real catch." Poppy actually blushed.

"Quite right Poppy and he's all Hermione's." Gene grinned.

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Chapter Thirteen

Harry's Choice

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