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A/N OKay I know some of you really don't like how the characters act, but Draco cannot just start yelling at Avy, and Avy cannot just start liking Draco and everything be cool. Is that realistic? No.Avy is a bitch of course, but it's how she is at this moment in time. Well we'll see what you make of this update, if you don't like, well then you don't like it.

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When Harry found his daughter on the road a few blocks down from their house, he didn't know what to say to her first. He'd worked out that he was going to ask someone if they had any 'odd jobs' for Avy to work on, particularly ones that would get the idea through her head she wasn't going to treat Draco the way she had ever again.

Harry walked up behind his daughter, placed a hand on her shoulder in a firm grip, and spun his daughter around on the side walk. Avy glared up at him angrily, but Harry only returned her glare with a stern gaze.

"Avy—" he was about to say before she screamed at him.

"I'M NOT TAKING BACK WHAT I SAID TO HIM!"

Harry growled and his first reaction was to yell back, but something stopped him. Maybe it was the fact they were on the street in front of a bunch of other people, or maybe it was the fact he knew yelling wouldn't get the point through her head.

"Avy, I don't care what you will and will not do. What you are going to do is march straight back home with me, and you will be offering your services free for someone who needs work done. And don't even start, Avy. You're only going to make it worse." Harry told her.

Avy looked defiant at first but when it sunk in that he was serious she made to protest and whine her way out of it. Harry wasn't going to have any of it though. "I'm not doing anything." she said stubbornly, and Harry smiled at her in a creepy sort of way.

"Oh yes you are."

When Harry and a very disgruntled Avy Potter got back to their home, Avy was fed and told to go straight to her room until further notice. Harry was considering taking her snake away but figured that would be a little cruel.
Avy had stayed surprisingly silent throughout it all, and Harry would have liked to imagine, as he cooked the meat for dinner, that it was because she got the idea of how much trouble she was in.
Harry was washing the dishes with his own hands, taking the cloth and wiping off the grime slowly, when an owl came in through the open window, hooting at him and pecking at his arm to be paid for his services. "What the-?" Harry said when he took the red letter off the owl's foot.
He went and grabbed a few knuts for the owl and stuffed it in the black pouch tied to the owl's other foot. Once he finished tying the pouch together securely the owl hooted at him twice before taking off through the window again.

Harry had put the letter down on the kitchen table thinking he'd rather not see what was in it in case it was a howler. He finished the dishes and turned off the taps, taking each clean plate and drying it with a dry towel that hovered in thin air over the kitchen sink.

Avy's second nanny had charmed it do that, Harry believed. Once the plates were stacked up in the cupboards and he let go of the damp cloth, which floated back up to its hovering place over the sink, his attention turned back to the letter in front of him.

He opened it because he noticed the Ministry's seal on it, figuring that the Ministry wouldn't send him a howler. Well it wasn't a howler; it was a letter from a 'Nyx Parker.' Harry knew the name well as it was from a rival Quidditch team of his old team.

Dear Mister Potter,

I am sure you know my name and who I am, the captain for the Trampling Tornadoes. I have heard from a Mrs. Hermione Weasley that you are looking to be signed with another team seeing as that old badger Caulder has terminated your contract with him. I would love to meet you at our practice pitch near Kent in two days time around noon. I realize this is a bit out of the way for you, but I do hope you consider the offer.

Sincerely,

Nyx Parker.

Harry's first reaction was to wring Hermione's neck for this, but as soon as he dropped the letter and started heading to the fireplace for a bit of a 'chat' with her he stopped and thought the offer over.

'I can play Quidditch… and spite a few assholes off that team… But what will happen to me if people find out… Oh fuck.' Harry thought to himself, knowing he'd kept himself holed out from the world just because of that damn article.

Harry stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of his living room that was still covered in soot by the fireplace from earlier. Harry didn't even take notice of this, though, forgetting the room was in shambles because of Draco breaking the wards.

Harry frowned and knew Hermione was sending him silent messages by doing this for him. 'Oh bloody hell, I'm Harry Potter, I have fought Voldemort for fuck's sake… a few homophobes can't be any worse can they?'

His mind wasn't much of a help for building his confidence, though, because it responded to him 'About just as bad.' Harry knew that some people were killed for being homosexual, and the reaction he'd gotten in all those letters proved that much.

'Yeah, and a madman wanted to kill me all my childhood… the difference in this is?' Harry said to himself and saw there was none. Really hiding from the world the way he had been doing was stupid.

Harry sighed and walked back to his room, sitting down on his bed and looking over the room he'd shared with various women over the years. He wasn't sharing it with anyone now and the one he wanted to share it with probably would never want to come back here because his daughter had a major attitude problem.

Harry picked up a book from his nightstand and opened its glossy cover to stare down at the small black print words and start to read them as he lay down on his back. The problems he had right now just kept floating up into his mind.

He barely read the words or even digested what the book was talking about as he kept replaying Avy yelling at Draco and how much will power it must have taken Draco to not retort back at the girl. Draco had been upset by her words; Harry only wished he could have prevented it now.

Harry made his two decisions before the night was out: in two days time he would meet with Nyx Parker and his daughter would be dealt with, somehow.

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