Chapter 4: Wedding planning, the Montague visit at Beaulieu, and the Potters visit Covent Garden.

Friday, July 27th, 2018, 8:00 AM

The Potters had taken the day off. Daphne was running water in a silver tea kettle at the sink in the kitchen of Potter Manor, where she was now looking out the window that faced the roundabout at the front. Here, she yawned, as she looked past the fountain, and across the vineyard at Medland Lane, while wondering if Little Harry, Al, and Scorp were safe that morning, as the three had left early for a bit of rabbit hunting on the farm. They had taken Draco's three red beagles with them for the hunt. All three had promised her that they would practice gun safety, as all three were carrying James Purdey & Sons "side-by-side" 20 gauge doubles. The three shotguns cost a small fortune and were custom built and fitted to the three teens not long ago at the Audley House, which was located at 57 - 58 South Audley Street in London. Who knew, Daphne thought, that muggles created bespoke firearms, and they were a present from their uncle Draco.

Daphne had caught sight of them leaving that morning via the large stone mullioned gallery windows, which were over the inglenook fireplace's landing as she came down the stairs earlier. The teens were all dressed in tweed, cap and all, and were wearing khaki riding britches, with beige knee-high wool socks and black gum boots. The three had been walking toward the vineyard while leading the three beagles, where they had their shotguns broken open, and were carrying them across their forearms while discussing something, and laughing.

Just as the kettle filled, and just as she turned off the tap, she heard a roaring automobile coming, which caused her to quickly look up. It was a dark metallic grey, 1973 Aston Martin V8 Grand Tourer, with the tall Series 3 hood scoop, and it was moving west along the lane at a lightning pace. She also caught sight of the driver as they passed the hedgerow between the vineyard and upper pasture, where it started to slow down to turn left, and it was Jimmie driving. It almost caused her to drop the kettle in the sink, as he was literally flying, but just not airborne yet. Oh, he had a scolding coming when he turned up, and she was also wondering where he had obtained that car.

As she heated the water and made her a cup of Darjeeling Spring Clonal Black Tea, she was building up a head of steam for Jimmie's arrival. One kilo of this tea was gifted to the Potters, along with another kilo of Upper Namring Spring Black, for stopping a counterfeit tea ring operating in Darjeeling, which was selling Nepali tea in Darjeeling packaging and exporting it to Britain. There was a huge difference once one looked at and tasted the two different teas themselves. Counterfeit tea, they found out, was a huge racket, just as was certain coffees.

As her tea finished steeping in the silver infuser in her cup, she heard the car pull up out front, the doors open and close, and the gate to the side patio open. As she turned in her chair, she saw Jimmie and Goodnight pass by the window, and come into the rear hall, where the door to the kitchen opened, and in traipsed her son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law in two days' time.

"Hello mum," Jimmie and Goodnight said, as they sat down. However, both noticed the annoyed expression on Daphne's face, and they started to fidget. "What's up?"

"Are you trying to get yourself and your fiancée killed?" Daphne scolded. "You were practically flying young man, and could have wrecked!"

"Well, you see..." Jimmie muttered while Goodnight stayed silent.

"What?" Daphne demanded.

"I just wanted to blow the soot out of it, that's all," Jimmie quickly stated, "and see what it would do on the straight stretch. I couldn't do that close to town, or I'd get a ticket!"

Daphne pulled out her wand and sent a stinging hex under the table that struck Jimmie in the knee. "Ow, shite, mum!"

"I should hex you all the way through the house for that stunt young man," Daphne scolded. "You will not do that with Goodnight in the car!"

"Yes, mum," Jimmie muttered while rubbing his knee, and scowling at the breakfast table.

"Where's Lily Helen and the twins?" Goodnight wondered while hoping to take the heat off Jimmie.

"Lily's just waking up, the twins are off with Scorp rabbit hunting here on the farm, and Harry is in the office tying up the loose ends for the wedding reception," Daphne explained. "Now, have you two had breakfast?"

"Yes, mam," Goodnight said, "We ate when we stopped by Mum and Da's just before we headed here."

"Where were the both of you last night? Your mum was worried sick, and so was I," Daphne complained.

Here, Jimmie blushed but explained. "We stayed the night in London at the Savoy, since it was late when I picked up the car from the garage. This morning, we arose early, I shrunk the car down and apparated us back to Tedburn St Mary. I unshrank the car behind the King's Arms, and then we went inside for brekkie."

Goodnight couldn't hold back the snort. "Jimmie's not telling you everything mam."

"What?" Daphne replied as she stared at her still fidgeting son.

"Well, he wanted to try his hand at some Baccarat so, we ended up at the Horizons Casino."

"Jimmie!" Daphne scolded, as she watched her son shakily make he and Goodnight some tea. He was just like his father, she thought.

"What?" Jimmie asked. "I won ten grand!"

"He did, mum," Goodnight explained. "though I could tell toward the end that those at the table were becoming a little bit upset and that Jim had a bit too much to drink. I believe he drank about five Rum and Cokes while I had about three Margaritas. We were too pissed to carry on, drive, or apparate, so we hailed a cab, and Jimmie had the driver to take us to the Savoy by the river. We had a wonderful supper, and we stayed the night in a junior suite. It was very nice."

"I won back the down payment on the car," Jimmie remarked with a smirk.

"How much, and where did you obtain it?" Daphne asked.

"Well, you see...," Jimmie hum-hawed.

"Jimmie!" Daphne scolded, and Goodnight swatted him on the shoulder.

"All right!" Jimmie explained as he took a huge sip of his tea. "I found the car at an estate sale, where it had been in a barn for a while - covered in dust but had a great interior. The berk had lost it in a bankruptcy, they said. I bought it and had it completely overhauled with new paint. Now, it's like new inside and out, and I wanted it for our family car after we settle down."

"How much?" Daphne asked again.

"I paid £80,000, or 16,000 galleons once everything was said and done. £10,000 was the down payment on the loan."

"Jimmie!" Daphne scolded.

"I can afford it, mum," Jimmie said, "and we needed a good car."

"Yes, well I was thinking of something more along the lines of a Mini Cooper, etcetera," Daphne muttered.

Jimmie looked at his mother as if she had gone all loopy. A Mini, really, Jimmie thought!


"Good morning father," Lily Helen said, as she walked around Harry's desk, and kissed her father on the cheek before she sat herself down in her mother's swivel chair by her desk.

"Morning Pumpkin," Harry replied, as he kept looking at bill after bill while poking the keys on a desktop adding machine, which was spitting out a long strip of paper tape that was now reaching the floor.

"Gin, Beefeater," Harry muttered, and keyed in the amount, "Bombay, Gordon's, and Tanqueray." Here, he hit more keys, and the paper became longer.

Lily Helen called for Winky to bring her some Lady Grey, as she sat back and smirked at her father.

"Vodka," Harry muttered, as he started poking more keys, "Absolut, Grey Goose, Smirnoff, and Stoli."

"Everything all right father?" Lily Helen questioned.

Harry only nodded, as he looked at the bills before him, and pushed the rum bill to the side. "Now whiskey," he muttered and began poking at more keys, "Bourbon, Scotch, Irish or Rye, and Irish Creme. Two fifths each of three different brands per type, and mustn't forget the Ogden's."

Winky brought Lily Helen her tea, which she began to sip while watching her father's antics. As he got toward the end, he was muttering about three cases of Moet Imperial, two of Rose Imperial, and one of Ice Imperial. Here, he started to look a little green, and there was some sweat now showing on his brow as he scowled at the total.

Harry must have forgotten that Lily Helen was still there, as he soon muttered out, "For feks sake, this would bankrupt a man! G3,000, not counting the rental of the Tiki bar, paying the bartenders, the band, and all those coconut palms that Daph wanted to be imported and put into wooden tubs! Nev is really goin' to love me, and my fat wallet!"

Lily Helen couldn't help herself, and snorted, which quickly grabbed her father's attention.

"LILY!" Harry exclaimed, quickly blinked, and then blushed. "You did not hear me say that!"

"Mums the word, Da'," Lily Helen said, as she stood and patted her father's shoulder. She then walked out of the office and made her way across the great hall toward the kitchen.

"What a morning," Harry muttered, as he signed a cheque for the entire bar bill. The wedding reception was going to be the death of him, and then it hit him about what his daughter's words could have actually meant!


At the back hall's patio door, Lily Helen saw Little Harry, Al, and Scorp walk across the patio, and towards the stone outbuildings where her father had his smaller still. Scorp was leading three adorable-looking beagles, and Al and Harry were holding seven freshly killed hares. They would be having fresh rabbit tonight, she thought.

Lily Helen pushed the kitchen door open and noticed her mother, oldest brother, and her soon-to-be new sister sitting at the table. For some reason, Jimmie looked like their mother had cuffed him. "Hello Brother and Sister dear," Lily Helen said, as she walked over to Daphne, "and hello to you too, Mum." Here, Lily Helen wrapped her arms around her mum's shoulders, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek, before she sat down where Winki brought her some more tea. "What's up?"

"Your brother just bought a car," Daphne explained. "A death trap if I'm honest."

"A what?" Harry said, as he walked through the kitchen door by the island, and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Lily Helen could envision a rusty junk heap sitting on four flat tyres in her mind at the moment until Jimmie started to explain.

"I am now the proud owner of a 1973 Aston Martin V8 Series 3 Grand Tourer, which I had completely overhauled, rebuilt, and painted," Jimmie explained. "It's like new!"

Harry perked up at this and grinned as he took a seat beside Daphne. "Really? I've always wanted one of those, you know like Moore drove in The Persuaders! You'll surely allow your old man to give it a test drive?"

"Harry!" Daphne admonished.

"What?" Harry asked while looking oddly at Daphne.

"Jim will get his killing done in that car!" Daphne complained. "He was flying up Medland Lane in it this morning, probably doing 150 kph!"

"128 to be honest," Jimmie muttered.

"Jimmie!" Daphne scolded him again, which caused Lily Helen and Goodnight to snort, and Harry make himself busy by fiddling with the napkin in his lap, though he did give Jimmie a slight smirk.

Just then, the door opened again, and in walked Little Harry, Al, and Scorp, who had taken off their gum boots, and were only wearing their knee-high wool socks.

"What did we miss?" Little Harry asked as he looked at his older brother.

"Yea, and who owns the car out front?" Al asked.

"Whoever it is, they found themselves a fast one. They're ace!" Scorp said as he sat down with Al and Little Harry after Kreacher floated in three more chairs, and enlarged the table. "By the way, we got seven rabbits this morning, Uncle Harry!"

Daphne leaned forward in her chair, placed her elbows on the table, cupped her face in her hands, sighed, and shook her head. Men, she thought!


"All right everyone, go upstairs and get ready," Daphne said at the end of their late breakfast, "as we're taking a trip to Covent Garden today to do some shopping."

Jimmie looked over at his father at this.

"Your father has a meeting with Graham Montague today over in Hampshire," Daphne explained with a scowl, "so he won't be going with us."

"Montague?" Scorp questioned.

Here, Harry sighed. "It's about a case, as he sent an owl yesterday evening asking me to drop by."

"I've been there once," Scorp stated. "He lives in a Tudor manor at the very end of Dock Lane, not far from their old manor, the Palace House. Father said that Graham doesn't like discussing his family, as he's from the Montagu family, which became squibs. Graham's father changed their surname by adding an "e" on the end to distinguish them. It seems that the wealthy squib line no longer wanted anything to do with the magical side of the family, and that was what turned them against each other back in the thirties."

Harry became tight-lipped at this and gave Scorp a nod. "Yes, he gave me directions. I'm going to apparate close to the Palace House, and walk the rest of the way. By the map, it looks like about a one and one-half-mile trek, so it'll give me a bit of exercise. It's supposedly right on the Beaulieu River."

"You want me to come?" Jimmie asked.

"No," Harry said and shook his head. "You and Goodnight are to go with your mother in case something untoward happens."

Jimmie nodded, as he and Goodnight stood. They were already dressed for the day, but they would have to wait on the twins and Scorp to change out of their hunting apparel, which had also been gifted to them by their uncle, and which was also purchased at James Purdey & Sons. Both left the kitchen and made their way toward the media room to watch a bit of telly during their wait.


Harry apparated to a graveled entry at a farm gate, which was within a hedgerow that was part of the Beaulieu parkland and was hidden across the road by a high privacy fence. He'd been on this road before and remembered this very place. Here, he walked out, and made a left, taking a footpath beside the B3054, which was Palace Lane. It was only a small walk until he spied the entrance to Dock Lane on his right, which he took. It was a smaller gravel road, which had a small bus stop and an older brick two-story house at the mouth of it. Luckily, there were plenty of shade trees along Dock Lane, as it was part of the forested estate that stretched southeast along the river.

Harry continued his trek, as the road did open into a few fields here and there before it become tree-covered again. Finally, after passing several drives and gates, he came to a small stone bridge, with two square stone columns on either side. After he crossed the bridge, he noticed a long and slim Tudor-style brick two-story rental house, with an attached lookout tower that was probably four stories tall, to his left. This was part of Montague's estate, and it was smack in the middle of the woodlands, though Harry knew that the river was to his right through the trees.

Finally, the road came to an end in a long elliptical roundabout, and on his right sat a three-story Tudor manor, with a thatched roof. It was a nice-looking manor house and was of wattle and daub construction, painted white, with black beams and trim, but it didn't seem to sag like the other old Tudors did, such as the Nott's. Harry walked up onto the portico, where he knocked up the door and waited.


Daphne had arranged a portkey to the back grounds at St Paul's Church Covent Garden, which had a small copse of warded trees for the magicals to apparate or portkey into. She led her large brood out onto the sidewalk in front of the church, which was beside the brick terrace and street of the Covent Garden Market.

Here, Jimmie leaned over and muttered to Goodnight, "Welcome, dear, to London's old grounds of debauchery, where the aristocrats would pick up hookers close to this very church, and visit the many bars, pubs, brothels, and rooms for the night. They even had a printed book with the prices, and what each hooker specialized in!"

"James Cyrus, that's enough!" Lily Helen scolded, as she stomped past her older brother, and cuffed him on the back of the head. Of course, this brought a roar of laughter from Little Harry, Al, and Scorp, much to the disapproving look from their mother.

"What?" Jimmie stated. "Well, it's true! I've read the history, and even found a copy of the said book in the restricted section at Hogwarts. It's called: The Harris's List of Covent Garden Ladies, and it's a compendium of information about London's prostitutes! Oh, the 'delights of Venus.'"

This caused his three brothers to all belt out another laugh, as they made their way toward the entrance to the Covent Garden market building, where they saw people sitting at outside tables under umbrellas to their right while enjoying brunch.

Just as they were making their way to the entrance, Lily Helen cried out and covered her face. "Oh, Merlin!"

Everyone looked over toward King Street, and here came a long swarm of bicycles, but the people riding them were completely nude. It was a nudist bike rally, and many of them were too overweight and old to be there, which made everyone cringe.

"Merlin, that has to be hell on a bloke's bollocks," Little Harry muttered with a scowl, as Al and Scorp snorted and cringed. "Come on, let's get Mum and Sis inside before they're both scarred for life!"

"Crazy muggles," Scorp stated, as he followed his cousins and brothers into the building. "Doesn't look like much has changed since the eighteenth century then, does it?"

"No," Al said, "it hasn't."


Harry was led into the drawing-room of Spearbed Copse, which was also known as Montague Manor, by their house elf. When he walked through the doorway, Graham stood and held his hand out toward Harry. "Sir Harry, it's so good of you to come! Would you care for a drink, as I was about to pour myself a cognac?"

"Lord Montague, it's been a while," Harry said, as he shook the man's hand, who he noticed was starting to lose his hair. "Let's drop the titles, eh, as we both have more than we need. Besides, we've known each other since we were kids, and battling it out on the pitch."

Graham was a case of the Weasley Twins going too far, and it almost killed the young Montague heir. He had tried to apparate out of the vanishing cabinet and ended up stuck in a U-bend in a sewer over Hogwarts' wards. He was in the hospital for a long time, and Harry could remember his parents coming to Hogwarts. They were in a rage, and rightly so. Graham hadn't been the same since, and he couldn't get around well either, even though he wasn't much older than Harry. That incident really messed the young man up.

"Hear, hear," Graham said, as he poured two glasses on the rocks, and handed one to Harry, who was looking around at the large room. "It's not as old as you think," Graham remarked with a smirk.

Harry noticed that even though the walls were paneled, these weren't oak boards, but a veneered plywood, which had been expertly stained and varnished, and then trimmed out. It was a very nice look, but not antique.

"This was built by my grandfather as a retreat," Graham stated, as he pointed at the house with his glass. "The property was built in the 1930s, and is constructed in a Tudor style of timber and rendered walls under a thatch roof, with leaded light windows. It's nowhere near as old as your manor, which is late 1800s I believe?"

"Not really," Harry replied, "it was all built in 1907. The site on which our current home sits can be traced back to the Saxon Charters of 739 and 967 AD, and was listed in the Domesday Book. The Georgian manor house was destroyed by fire in the late 19th century and was replaced by the Edwardian House I have today.

"Now the original Potter Manor, the Hawfield in Blakeney, is old, as it's a 16th-century country house with Edwardian additions. That is where Hardwin's descendants ended up, and where my grandfather and grandmother passed on from Dragon Pox just after I was born. Luckily, Tom's idiotic goons burned the wrong building that night."

Graham winced when Harry stated that.

"By the way, Graham," Harry said, as he raised his glass, "I wish to thank you for the large donation you made to the orphanage. It was much appreciated!"

"You're welcome, Harry. We have to protect the children, as we haven't many of us left." Here, Graham walked over to the large leaded glass French doors at the rear of the room, which he opened, and motioned for Harry to follow. "Come, let's go outside to get us some fresh air out by the pool, and see what's happening out on the river."

Harry followed Graham out by the pool and took a seat in an iron lounge chair, which was cushioned. He sat his glass down on the matching table, as he gazed out at the sailboats and yachts moored on the river. "Beautiful place you have here."

"I like it a damn sight better than that bloody stone palace," Graham scowled, "which we still visit every few years. All to keep up family appearances, mind you.

"They turned against magic and the magical, and practically disowned us, though we ended up with the forest. It's their religion you see." Here, Graham belted back his drink. "Now, they have to run the place like a feckin' museum to pay for it all."

Graham sat there for a few quiet minutes as he contemplated what to say.

"Harry, I fear something bad is coming, and I've heard some bad rumors from some of the old crowd. That Abazi fellow has invested a large sum of money with a British biological company. It's a muggle company, and they study diseases, aging, DNA, and a whole host of other stuff. I hear they do contracts for Porton Down as well and have a facility inside the gates there. You know the lot; those that are still looking for the fountain of youth. Cranks that want to merge man with machine, and replace us with AI.

"It's about biological and chemical weapons, Harry, and Abazi's in with Grindelwald and You Know Who's old lot. You know, Le Cercle in Europe; that lot. They still believe in eugenics, Harry, and claim to want to thin the population by 30%. I hear that they'll target the minorities first, and in our world, that'll be the muggle-borns and half-bloods, and it's you that stands in their way. Do some snooping around about certain biological trials in India, Africa, and China."

Harry sat there stunned for a moment, before he picked his glass up, and downed the rest of his cognac. "Tell me what you know, Graham."

"It's those damned Trotskyites, Harry," Graham growled out, "and I know that you know who they are. They infested both main political parties within the muggle government here and the US after the 1930s, and we have the likes of them on both sides of the magical governments as well, what with Grindelwald and Dumbledore. Two sides of the same flippin' coin, which is where You Know Who got his ideas. Feckin' radicalized warmongering blighters who're always willing to do anything to spread their so-called socialist cause for the supposed 'greater good,' and Salazar have pity on anyone that stands in their way! In reality, it's to force a change in other nations' cultures, civilizations, and politics so they can be exploited, and I've heard my cousins brag about it. 'Liberal democracies do not fight each other.' They use trade treaties, trade organizations that require a cultural change, and central bank loans with certain rules to do it. All of it, Harry, is just lipstick on a pig for the amoral and greedy."

Here, Graham paused and sipped his drink, before he looked back over at Harry.

"The anti-Stalinist side," Graham continued, "the Trotskyites that claimed to be intellectuals against 'Soviet socialism,' you know, the 'Bloomsbury and Cliveden Set' and the 'New York Intellectuals' that were indoctrinated by the Frankfurt School ideology. They even went so far as to join the feckin' fascists of Italy and Germany, and then later broke with the left-wing to infest the right-wing conservative parties of both nations after the thirties. Greedy little ladder-climbing hoodlums that'll do anything for a galleon, and they have zero morals. They're the ones shouting for 'free trade,' and dropping regulations left and right. It's all about international trade, money, and the exploitation of natural resources and labour of other nations with them, and it's fek the people of their homeland that they put out of work, and fek the people they exploit. They've made the UK and US an importer instead of an exporter, and it's about the all mighty Galleon, Pound Sterling, and Dollar. They have no real loyalty to any nation, and they travel around the globe to stay in expensive hotels, while never calling any one place home, so, it's fek the other nations that don't play along, as they don't give two shites about anyone but themselves. That's who these people are, Harry.

"Yes," Harry sighed, "I know them well, Graham. They're the ones flooding in to buy up the terrace houses in London, which is causing an artificial inflation where nobody can now afford a home. That's now spreading all over England, and the Cotswolds especially, with people fleeing from it. Hell, I was one of them! The properties are owned by shell companies in the secrecy jurisdictions down in the Caribbean, Central and South America, and a few in the US and Europe. It was the banking scam that started post-WWII with the Marshall Plan. One of them bought the old Black House from me."

Here, Graham nodded. "The Italian Medici family slogan puts it best: 'Money to get power. Power to protect money.' Funnily enough, I was just reminded of that motto over a book that I was reading.

"Now, all of this brings me to my point. There's a muggle, Harry, in the Fortune 500, a damn malcontent and pervert, and the CEO of..."


Daphne and her brood were now inside the large Covent Garden glass-roofed building and were looking at all the shops on the two levels. Finally, Lily Helen tugged on her mother's sleeve and spoke. "Mum, you and Goodnight go on to Chanel, while I take my dear brothers to go shop for some presents." Lily knew that her mother was going to buy Goodnight a bottle of Chanel No. 5 for a wedding gift, as well as other bits and bobs.

Daphne studied her daughter for a moment, as she knew that she could be sneaky. "Where will you be going?"

"Oh," Lily Helen innocently replied, "just off to Benjamin Pollock's Toyshop."

Daphne raised her right eyebrow at this but motioned for Lily to lead her brothers off, who were now complaining about where their sister wanted to go.

As the group of siblings made their way toward the shop, Jimmie spoke up. "A toy shop, now, really?"

"Jim," Lily Helen said, "you know that Da' never had anything growing up over Vernon, so I'm looking to remedy that. Also, Mum enjoys Alice In Wonderland figurines, and I hear they have some antiques."

This left the four brothers stunned, so they followed their sister into the shop, where she walked up to a young man behind the counter, who was probably Jimmie's age. Here, she cleared her throat and became the most snooty.

"My good sir, I am looking for antique Alice In Wonderland figurines, and myself and my siblings would also love to purchase a set of antique tin medieval knights or toy soldiers."

"Well," the young man said, "we do have a set of Alice In Wonderland figurines, which contain Alice, the Mad Hatter, and the White Rabbit sitting at a table having tea.

"The tin soldiers might be hard to obtain, though we did take in some new antiques the other day. I'll have to look in the storeroom. Er, uh, do you like Alice?"

While he was talking, he led the Potters over to a glass display case and pointed out the hand-painted and antique Alice In Wonderland set, which was £300. Immediately, Lily Helen spoke up. "My good sir, I'll have you know that my brothers and I live the life of Alice In Wonderland every day." Of course, the real meaning of this would be lost on the young salesman.

"We'll take them, good sir," Lily continued, "and I'll have you to carefully wrap each piece in tissue, box it, and ship it to our home just outside Exeter. Here is my father's business card, which has our address on it."

The young man looked at the card, and his jaw dropped.

Sir Harry James Potter, GCMG, OOM, RVO

Potter Manor

No. 1 Medland Lane

Cheriton Bishop, Exeter EX6 6HE, UK

"Er, uh, yes Miss, right away!"

This brought a round of smirks and covered snorts from her brothers at the scene. Lily Helen always had a way of getting exactly what she wanted. Of course, a lot of it could be due to the fact that the young man was drooling over their sister, which was starting to upset her brothers. Here, Jimmie cleared his throat and startled the young man, where he noticed that Jimmie had his arms crossed, and was glaring at him.

"Now my good sir," Lily Helen drawled, "please show us what you may have in those tin soldiers."

As the five left the shop, they had obtained what they wanted, and one was a complete set of hand-painted antique tin knights, with the box, for their father. Jimmie promised to make a walnut display case for them, which could be hung on the wall. He would build another to house his mother's new Alice collection as well, which could sit on her desk.

Also, Lily Helen had made the entire purchase, which was £500, after her brothers promised to pay her their share within a week, which would be G20 each.

As they walked out into the main area of the market, Lily Helen looked at her brothers. "Anywhere else before we meet up with Mum and Goodnight?"

Here, Jimmie smirked. "Yup, as I have something else to buy for Da' and Grandda', so let's head over to the Segar & Snuff Parlour. I'm going to buy Da' some new Romeo Y Julieta Churchill Cubans, and Grandda' a new Sherlock pipe."

This cheered up Little Harry, Al, and Scorp, who enjoyed the Scotsman statue outside. They were all decent ventriloquists and could throw their voices, thus spooking the muggles that walked by the statue. They thought it was a right gas.


AN: Sorry for the long delay, as I ordered several books on this subject, and wanted to do a bit of research before I continued. I would recommend two books for now, titled: For The President's Eyes Only: Secret Intelligence and the American Presidency from Washington to Bush, by Christopher Andrew, and: MI6: The History Of The Secret Intelligence Service 1909-1949, by Keith Jeffery. Citizen Hughes, Supermob, and Live By The Sword are three others.