Chapter 13: Traveling to Jamaica, Laughing Waters, Lunch, and the Great House.

Monday, September 3rd, 2018, 7:30 AM

The remaining fourteen recruits followed the Graves from their hotel to a coin laundry at the Galleon Marina that morning, after having an early breakfast. The laundry was used by the sailors on the boats and yachts moored outside, and at this time of the morning, it was generally empty. Here, David withdrew a long piece of rope from his pocket, which he enlarged with a tap of his wand, and motioned for all of them to take hold. When Dave spoke the trigger word, a portal opened, where the fourteen recruits, and two case officers, disappeared in a flash.

When the sixteen reappeared, they were standing at a hidden portkey and apparition area just over from the Ian Fleming International Airport at Boscobel. Here, they made their way inside the terminal, where their passports were accepted, and they had some of their money converted to the Jamaican dollar.

When finished, everyone trooped outside, and boarded three mini-vans. However, the Graves had their car there, which was parked and waiting for them. From here, the Graves pulled out, and the three vans followed them west to the Laughing Waters Villa at Steer Town, which was on the northern coast, and close to the Greenwich Estate. Here, the Graves turned right off the costal road, and the vans followed, where they parked just outside the Villa. Everyone deboarded, and they followed the Graves across the grass lawn toward the large white great house. Goodnight almost snorted at some of the others gaping at the neatly trimmed hedges, and at all the palms, banana, and guava trees, etcetera, which were on the outskirts of the grounds. They also had a very good view of the sea at the rear.

Goodnight noticed that you could clearly hear the falls off to her left, as they made their way up a set of steps onto a large walk-around porch. From here, they walked inside the great house, and were led into what was once the drawing room, where a group of padded chairs were placed along several long tables, which were all facing forward toward a podium. Behind it, they had placed a 72" telly on a roll-around stand. At the moment, it was showing the MIA and MDOCS logos side-by-side on the screen.

"Everyone be seated," David said, as he walked up to the podium, and checked his watch. "I wonder where my partner in crime is hiding," he muttered.

At this, a door to everyone's right opened, and out stepped Sir Harry, who had a smirk on his face.

"Da'!" Jimmie and Goodnight exclaimed, as Markie shouted out "Uncle Harry!" Harry had surprised all three.

"Yes," David said with a snigger, "allow me, recruits, to introduce to you Sir Harry James Potter, of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black. He is the Director of International Operations at the British Ministry of Magic's Department of Clandestine Services, and he has graciously agreed to help us with the last leg of your training."

There was stunned silence for a moment, before several started to applaud, but Harry waved it away, as he took a seat beside Debbie, who was sitting just over from Dave.

"Now that my good friend's introduction is over, please retrieve your copy of the World's Magical Hidden History: The Peace of Westphalia and Beyond."

Everyone began to do just that, as they retrieved their textbooks, along with their black five-section spiral notebooks, and their black Montblanc fountain pens that were supplied to them earlier.

"I wonder what Uncle Harry's gonna teach us?" Markie whispered to Jimmie, which Dewayne leaned over to listen to. Dewayne had stuck close to Jimmie, especially after the young British mage had saved his life two days before.

"Probably we Brit's side of things," Jimmie muttered, as he opened his notebook to a clean page under the history tab. Goodnight nodded at this, as she thought the same thing as well.


Monday, September 3rd, 2018, 12:00 PM

It was lunchtime, so as everyone stood, Harry said aloud: "If everyone will follow me outside, I have a portkey ready to take us to a nice restaurant close by at Miss T's Kitchen in Ocho Rios. You're about to have your first taste of Jamaican cuisine."

Jimmie and Markie smiled at this, as that was a favorite eatery of both their families, though Goodnight hadn't been there yet.

"Come on, Dewayne," Jimmie said, as he patted the young mage on the shoulder, "as it's as close to Cajun as you'll get."

The portkey opened in a copse of warded trees just behind a hair salon, where they walked through a parking area, and down a side street that led to Main St. It wasn't very far until they reached the building, which was painted in a light pastel blue. Over the step that led up to the small porch, hang a sign that said "Di Wine Yaad," which Goodnight noted as they all made their way inside. It was already becoming packed, but Harry had reserved a couple of long tables toward the back, where he led them all to sit, along with Dave and Debbie.

First, everyone gave their drink orders, where Jimmie and Markie ordered a Planter's Punch with eight year old Worthy Park Single Estate, since that was the company Jimmie's father was in business with, which Dewayne copied. Goodnight, though, ordered a Mojito with Thunderball.

Next, they began to look over their menus, which contained about anything one wanted. Under "Nyammins" was the starters, where each ordered a "Wing Bashment," which were chicken wings with a "spicy sauce."

For their meals, Goodnight ordered the sliced Sea Trout, and Jimmie, Markie, and Dewayne order the grilled Jerk Chicken, with vegetables, and white rice. They ordered a Red Stripe beer to go with their main meals, as they had drank their cocktails with the starters.

As they were eating, Dewayne wiped his mouth on the napkin in his lap, as he studied Jimmie. "Jim," he said, "I want to thank you, again, for what you did for me the other day. You saved me, and probably the others as well."

Goodnight and Markie all nodded at this, but Jimmie looked embarrassed. "It's what friends do, mate," Jimmie replied.

Though Dewayne nodded, he thought back to what occurred during one leg of their dive training.

When they were doing their defensive training underwater, and offshore in the sea at the west side of Fleming key, where the water was about twelve feet deep over a sand and coral shelf, a Bull Shark came out of nowhere behind them, just as one of the trainers had severed Dewayne's octopus hose with a dagger, which led to his mouthpiece. It was to force him to quickly detach and use his spare mouthpiece, which was for these very situations, or for buddy breathing.

While Dewayne was busy doing this, the Bull Shark plowed into them from the rear, and continued on, where it circled, and came back. Several of the trainers had a bangstick ready, but Jimmie held up the palm of his right hand without thinking, and a magical pulse came from it, which sent a compressed ball of water screaming toward the shark like a torpedo, which struck the shark square on the nose, and with enough force to cave its nose in, thus, killing the shark. It spiraled around in the water a few times, before it stopped moving, and when they hoisted it out of the water after the recruits were in the dinghies, everyone noticed the damage to its head, which caused several to study the young Potter heir. Dewayne became Jimmie's best friend that day, and he would never forget what Jimmie had done.

The trainers, though, had been gossiping about Jimmie's wandless magic later that afternoon, and how powerful the young mage was. Dave swore them all to secrecy.


That afternoon, at 7:30 PM, three light pops were heard at the old Sussex Estate's Great House. It was Jimmie, Goodnight, and Sir Harry. Harry made his way to the great house after saying goodnight, as Jimmie and Goodnight made their way to the guest villa's upstairs apartment. Just as his mother had promised, a queen sized bed was in place, and she had stocked the small kitchen as well.

After the young couple had showered and dressed, Jimmie grabbed a couple of Red Stripe beers from the fridge, and the two walked out onto the veranda, where they sat beside each other on a wicker settee. There, they stared out at what they could still see of the jungle to their left, while they listened to the call of the roosting birds, and glanced at the great house that was just north of them, where they noticed a light turn on upstairs, as Goodnight snuggled up by her husband, and gazed up at the moon and stars. It was truly a beautiful place.

"What do you think about the first day of class, Jim?" Goodnight inquired.

"Well," Jimmie replied, "we had already been given a shorter historical version of it, and what we heard today was just a more detailed explanation, along with the political philosophies of that time. This will lead to the formation of the other nation states, nationalism, expansionism, imperialism, and the slave trade that was occurring during that time, which was started by the Portuguese as far as the triangular trade is concerned, though slavery, itself, is ancient, and was everywhere before that.

"The slavers were guilty of coming ashore close to home, and capturing the Anglo-Saxons and enslaving them before that, as well as capturing Brits off of ships, where they were taken to several places along the Med. Northern Africa was one place, and even on farther east. Really, it was everywhere before the triangular trade ever began."

"Such bad times, those days," Goodnight muttered after she sighed.

"Yea," Jimmie replied. "It seems that only the days after the nation's expansionism are ever taught now, and they always start with the Portuguese, like that is where it all started, when it wasn't. The muggles are bad to repeat this revisionary history, even though the truth takes us back to the days of the Vikings, and before."

Just as Jimmie was about to continue, they both heard a light pop, and noticed a floating gloved hand in front of them, which was holding a rolled up Daily Prophet. The "floating hand" dropped the paper in Jimmie's lap, and then pointed at it before disappearing.

Here, Jimmie snorted. "I see tha' Da' has learned some new tricks!" This made Goodnight chortle.

Here, Goodnight glanced at the paper. "What's it say, Jim?"

Jimmie took a swig of his beer, and unrolled the paper after he conjured a small floating orb of light. On the front page was a photo of his father, and the headline read: "Interview With Sir Harry!" Here, Jimmie began to read aloud.

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Daily Prophet

Friday, August 31st, 2018

Exclusive: Interview With Sir Harry!

After the gossip over the last Wizengamot meeting, this reporter luckily ran across Sir Harry James Potter of the Most Ancient and Noble Houses of Potter and Black at the Wands and Wizards Café, where he agreed to an interview over lunch. My first question was about the rumors that had him siding with the hard right faction. Here, Sir Harry first snorted at the absurdity of it, and then chortled before answering.

"I side with nobody, except those that are allied with me and my wife. One could label us as centrists, as we lean neither to the left, nor the right. We vote for what is best for everyone, and some have named us the 'gray faction.' Don't get me wrong, as we're not one of those always advancing the 'greater good,' which has led to more destruction and bloodshed than any other belief. No, we believe in individualism, merit, and that everyone is different in every way. That makes them the great witches and wizards that they are.

"Because I sided with liberty and freedom, and opposed the alcohol prohibition legislation, some, I have gathered, tried to label me as joining the extreme right. That is nothing but hearsay, gossip, and slander at the worst.

"What triggered this, was the history lesson that I gave the Wizengamot about what occurred within the US, as a warning about how increasing government overreach and taxation triggered their southern states' nullification efforts, their secession, and finally, their Civil War in 1861.

"I also mentioned that promises were made to some of the purebloods by Grindelwald and Voldemort, which led to their rising up, and it was all because they had lost trade and a lot of income opportunity in the muggle world over the Statute of Secrecy, and some of the muggle-reared have also tried to forcibly change the way that the purebloods wish to live their lives. Different cultures are to be cherished, not scorned, because if everything was the same, it would be a rather boring and tedious life, as those who have travelled the world, and have visited these differing cultures, know.

"I do not think we should tell anyone how they should live their lives, nor what to believe. If witches and wizards wish to live under the 'old ways,' then so be it. Who am I to say anything to them, much less try to force muggle culture upon them. I don't want them forcing their beliefs upon the muggle-reared witches or wizards either. That's just not proper from either side. Daphne and I live both partly within the muggle and pureblood cultures, and we still believe in some of the old ways; especially our holidays, etc. We also think that many laws need to be relaxed, or repealed, which have caused a lot of hate and discontent between both groups.

"Purebloods, who were born into this world, which has its own government and culture, saw the actions of some of the muggle-reared as a threat to their culture, and that was on top of what had already been taken away from them, so, much like some did in the southern US, they formed an underground group to put that activist movement down, because the Wizengamot didn't seem to try to halt it. They were known as the Knights of Walpurgis, and they were ripe picking for Tom, or, er, Voldemort, when he came back from the mainland, where he made these dissatisfied folks a lot of promises that he had no intent on keeping. Both of those dark wizards, in the end, led many people astray."

Here, I then asked Sir Harry what his relationships were with both the muggle-borns, and the purebloods.

"Daphne and I get along with each group rather well. The only time that we don't, are when witches or wizards from either group break the law, but we don't blame the entire group for what one, or sometimes a handful have done. When I was young, I was bad for labeling every pureblood as dark, especially a Slytherin, and I made a right jackarse out of myself over it. Now, though, I know better, and I'm ashamed about what I had done in the past. The world is not made up of white and black, Cho; it's all shades of gray, and there are good and bad people in all of it. Everyone needs to remember that."

We chatted on about old times after that, until I just had to ask the question about what is eldest son, and new daughter-in-law were doing now.

"Oh," Sir Harry said with a huge smile upon his face, "Jimmie and Goodnight are travelling abroad, and once back, they are looking at seeking a ministry position. I don't think that they have settled on which department yet, as I know that Jimmie has debated entering several. With as many O's that the two scored on the NEWTs, I do not think that their employment opportunities will be limited.

"Daphne and I are quite proud of Jimmie and Goodnight, just as we are about Lily Helen, Little Harry, Al, Scorpius, and Teddy! Goodnights parents, and the children's grandparents, are proud of them as well."

Goodnight is the nickname of young James Cyrus' wife, Mrs. Mary Elizabeth Greengrass-Potter née Gudmundsson, who is the daughter of William "Bill" Gudmundsson and Bella Farley of Tedburn St Mary in Devon. They are the proprietors of a local hotel and pub in their small village. Four of the siblings still live at home, and young Edward "Teddy" Lupin, who resides at Hook, is rumored to be marrying his childhood sweetheart, Victoire Weasley, the daughter of William "Bill" Weasley, and Fleur Delacour. Fleur was one of the Hogwarts champions with Sir Harry when the last Tri-Wizard Tournament was held. William Weasley works as a curse breaker for Gringotts, and it has been rumored that young Mr. Lupin may be joining his soon-to-be father-in-law at Gringotts in the future. Mr. Lupin is also Sir Harry's godson, who was reared by his grandmother, Mrs. Andromeda Tonks née Black, the sister of Narcissa Malfoy.

After inquiring of others around about the eldest Potter child, several have stated that he is a natural born leader, and, like his father, has the gift of wandless magic. Both Heir Potter and his wife were the head boy and girl at Hogwarts as well, and the staff stated that both were well liked by their peers.

When we have more on the Potter Family, good witches and wizards, the Prophet will let you know, so keep reading folks!

By Cho Chang, Lead Reporter.

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Here, Jimmie folded the newspaper, and handed it to Goodnight as he took another swig of his beer. "I heard Mum speaking to Aunt Hermione once, and she mentioned that Da' once had a thing for Mrs. Chang in school after Cedric's death. It didn't end well. Just think, Goodnight, she could have been my mum!"

Yes, Goodnight thought, and Jimmie wouldn't have been her Jimmie either. She rather adored Dame Daphne, who had been very kind to her over the years, and nothing could replace her Jimmie.

"I'm glad the way everything turned out, Jim, as I quite like you the way you are."


Jimmie and Goodnight crawled into bed that night, and made love until late that evening, before Goodnight curled up beside her husband, and laid her head upon his shoulder, where she closed her eyes. Immediately, Jimmie started running his fingers through Goodnight's long flowing blond hair, before both were out like a light.

The rest of the week would be kind of boring for the young Potter couple, as it was, indeed, all classroom work. Since they were using the Laughing Waters Villa, they didn't have the Goldeneye Resort to loaf around at to have fun. However, they did have the Sussex Great House's pool available in the evenings when they arrived back at the private villa.

After that first night, they would join Harry in the old great house, and Goodnight would make them supper, if they didn't eat out. They also had Markie and Dewayne over for a few nights, and they visited the Graves next door as well, before the week was winding to a close.

Tomorrow would be another day in the adventures of the young soon-to-be agents of intrigue.