The Test:
As Gris walked down the corridor, he arrived at a small intensive care wizarding hospital and called for the Head Master Healer. He quickly explained that the boxes contained a newly created healing potion and that his associates (pointing to Hermione and Harry) were responsible for the development. Everything was confidential, and he wanted the most critical wound case to test the potion. The Head Healer who had earlier determined that a young man would not make it through the night hoped that this would be the answer she needed. The young man had a severe wound he had sustained due to some dark unknown curse. If there was a time for a 'Hail Mary', it was indeed now. The group arrived at the bedside of the young man, and Clementine stood back as Harry and Hermione along with the three potioneers stayed close by to observe the results. The nurses took out their wands and began to undo the bandages as the Head Healer began to liberally apply the spray to the areas which were dripping large amounts of blood. The wounds to the incredulous reaction of the Head Healer began to slowly close up as a black scummy substance was left on top of the skin as the wound healed. The material seemed very pale and ghastly, almost like necrotic tissue.
Harry looking at the situation commented "Rune-Priestess, I am thinking a possible unknown rotting curse. The tissue looks terrible?"
"Probably so Artificer, use those fantastic eyes for me. I want you to see how the magic flows…..."
Harry switched to his Mage sight and his eyes could easily be seen behind the darkened glass. The Head Healer was already quite amazed by whatever this thing was, but she listened in case she could learn anything new. She was quite surprised to see the boy's eye flare with magic. Mage sight was an almost extinct gift.
"From what I see, the curse looks like it was designed to breach the skin and then some type of rot sets in. The rot is consuming magic. This would eventually empty his core which would make him more suspectable and deplete his ability to heal."
The Head Healer was flabbergasted that the young man could see that much with his eyes. She continued to listen:
"It seems the magic in the Medi-Spray is pushing the infection out by providing enough magic to heal the skin, as the infection cannot absorb any more magic. I don't know what that stuff is. Maybe it is magical bacteria? Whatever it is, it is alive."
Harry's magic then flared out as his helmet became impassive. The Head Healer then began to distribute the spray to nurses and she instructed, "Only use on critical cases and the worst wounds. Experimental Potion. Report results when finished."
The nurses nodded.
"Would I be allowed to have your names?" asked the Master Healer.
Hermione replied:
"Sadly not – what we will say is that we are the same wizard and witch that made the English wizarding newspaper this morning. Should my Medi-Spray save lives and truly do an excellent job at healing wounds, let the French know that we would be willing to work with them more closely. Let your people know that we are friends."
Harry who understood that this was an attempt to combat the news back home decided to add in selective misinformation.
"Perhaps you might be concerned about what you saw. We do not harm innocents if you consider what we are doing right now. We, however, do not negotiate with terrorist scum like Lucius Malfoy and his cronies back home."
Clementine who understood exactly what was going on realised that the French Wizards would be the first to benefit from their products and services laughed. She would become even more notorious and famous for knowing these two wizards and all this, along with the portrait ink?
It would be a business boom.
Clementine laughed as she observed the children play mental gymnastics that would leave adults feeling threatened. And all this while dragging Lucius Malfoy's name through the mud. The mystery and mystique created here would make a good impression on the French. Soon enough, the reports began to come in, as the spray seemed to heal terrible gashes, burns and infections that generally took many days to treat. The spray was also quite successful with curses that specialised in burning skin and wounds that were contaminated. Many of the healers shook Hermione's hand and offer her congratulations. Harry upon seeing the crowd, stepped back, and observed Hermione closely, as he took in every detail carefully, for a truly vivid experience in a Pensieve.
Clementine then spoke to Harry. "I hope the potion is compatible with my granddaughters. Plans for this evening?"
"If it isn't, she will make it compatible. We will keep you company while you paint."
"I certainly will be doing that. I feel young again. I heard you like to play music loudly? Loud and angry music?"
"You are in for a treat if rebellious is what you are looking for!" Harry laughed.
Gris and Otto continued to run diagnostic spells as the Medi-Spray was applied to various patients. As far as they were concerned, Hermione Granger was already a fellow guildmember. Antonio whispered to Gris as he suggested for him to send a Patronus to the French Minister of Magic, with the necessary details. Gris agreed - after thinking about the medical value of the potion, wanted permission to access up to one million bezants from the contingency fund to mass produce the potion immediately. The French research institutes were well funded, and taxes went exactly where they were supposed to go. Gris also decided that the best way to get Hermione's cooperation was to offer her something in return, whatever she wanted. These accommodations were considered when he sent the message.
Gris soon received a Patronus that whispered in his ear, "Do what you must to secure the potion. If the potion can stitch large wounds, cure wounds caused by minor curses and cure the werewolf infection, offer the girl whatever she needs. Our Aurors have a hard enough time already. We will manufacture and respect the patents. In return, she gets a competitive royalty and perks."
Gris summoned the Head Healer and the Nurses and explained that he was returning to the Potions lab. As he walked out, the rest followed.
When they returned to the lab, Remus was enjoying a sandwich and Grace was snoring on Fleur's lap. Fleur had bought her phone along, and she was playing the games. Harry considered this good news, as the phone had survived transportation by floo. He had wondered if the device would undergo problems Gris sat down on his stool as his colleagues sat next to him. He looked at Hermione, who had taken off her helmet.
"So far, it seems like there are no problems. The development of new potions is sometimes rife with death. I would go as far as to say this potion is the safest thing we have tested. This brings me to what the French want. I studied here in France on scholarship – so there is a certain agreement I have with the French Prime minister. While we are part of the I.C.W, I serve primarily French interests here. The Prime Minister would like for the guild here to manufacture the potion and in return, you get a royalty."
"Well, tell me more about this proposition. Surely, I would get maximum profit if I made it myself. But the idea of someone else doing the work is quite appealing. I need more time to experiment. I do have a lot of other things going on. Why is this offer being pitched to me?"
"Essentially, it would be a good public image for France to be involved. France and England often cooperate but there is a rivalry between both places. Ever since the days of the first Tri-Wizard Tournament. But more so, if this was a potion that was a personal beauty product, we would have charged a fee for the analysis and be done with it. It would be your own business to manufacture it. This can save lives. We are willing to pay the start-up costs and any other expenses to adopt it earlier. In that way, we can sell the potion to other countries through trade agreements. It would put us in a favourable place.
I have been ordered to haggle by my superiors. Whatever you want?"
"Well – there is something you can give me. A couple of things actually and none of them involves any large sums of money or exorbitant favours. But you will have to ask your superiors."
"Ask away?"
"All the projects that we do require both Harry and me to collaborate. You will not be able to use any of the equipment I use in magical areas. If you decide to run the operation elsewhere, you will still need access to unique engineering solutions. Hadrian is the only person who can manufacture the energy delivery device. Naturally, I will want his work to be kept under the same secrecy that I am requesting for my work. I want access to Beauxbatons as a visitor when I feel like it. I want Fleur to show me around. We might also want citizenship and residence in France, as we do like to buy property."
"The minister would consider that arrangement to be delightful. Snatching up talent like you and Harry? Why not? Remember you are also getting a guild fellowship here. Any potion you develop if it passes testing will be legal in any I.C.W country. No paperwork, no legality to handle. No manufacturing either. That is the purpose of the Guild – we do the jumping around and the individual certifications for each country. We want our potioneers to spend the maximum time experimenting. Anything else?"
"I also want access to your best magical library. Your curated collections. It is from obscure research I normally get ideas. Finally, as for Harry, his mother is a Master Healer. She was denied an opportunity back in England. She currently teaches at a non-magical primary school. We haven't spoken to her yet, but she might be amenable to an employment opportunity.
We have an upcoming device that will change how medical diagnostics are done worldwide and this is something the French will want to jump on. If we get these favours, we don't have to haggle over money. And if we get these favours, let us say…the French will have our gratitude."
Gris immediately understood the play – if the French gave them these odd and unusual favours which they needed for some reason, they could benefit immensely. And a chance to rub it in the face of the English?
Priceless.
Gris who had been taking notes of the accommodations rolled the parchment and left the lab, before handing the parchment to a secretary. Clementine stepped forward, and Gris who had re-entered the lab explained, "Hermione, priority mail has been sent to the Prime Minister. He is generally very hardworking and is always available. We will get a reply soon enough."
"Excellent! Gentlemen, I am interested to know if this new potion will work on my granddaughters. They are part Veela as you already know."
"The easiest way is to test it on a wound. I think Gris would be best qualified to do this if we must test this on Fleur. It will certainly hurt a bit. It will require a…..…incision?" Otto informed the group.
"Ah not to worry Fleur is a brave girl. Clementine, get Fleur for us." Gris requested.
Fleur walked over and he gently held her hand as he explained the procedure. Fleur was quite apprehensive, but when she considered what the wound cleaning potion felt like – maybe it might not be such a bad thing to help with the testing. Hermione sensing how apprehensive Fleur was, came over and held her hand. Fleur closed her eyes and Gris gently sliced a tiny skin deep ten millimetre incision and immediately sprayed on some of the Medi-spray.
Fleur shut her eyes tight, and was waiting for the unbearable burning to begin, only to hear Gris say, "All healed up, take a look."
Fleur opened her eyes only to see clean pristine unmarked skin. Not a single scar. Nothing. Clementine was clapping loudly and Gris out of curiosity sprayed on some more of the spray and made a much bigger and deeper incision. He questioned, in French:
"Any pain or is the area numb?" Otto asked
"Numb" Fleur replied.
"Any burning or uncomfortable sensations? You should have only felt pressure" he continued.
"No? Could feel my flesh being cut, but it was…numb?"
"Gris and Antionio? Works as a very good anaesthetic potion. We could use this to do small, local surgeries. Blood transfusions for the tube entry and exit?" Otto suggested while Gris scratched his goatee. Fleur once again assaulted Hermione with a suffocating hug and then an entire set of French words was spoken so quickly that all Hermione heard was a blur.
"Well, Hermione. I can vouch at least for cuts and bruises. No problems there. I take it Clementine will organise to acquire the potion for her granddaughters."
On cue, a Patronus came to Gris and it indicated that the arrangements were acceptable. The French prime minister was quite pleased that they had acquired the rights to manufacture the potion and Gris would be responsible for acquiring the materials and running the project. The pilot project would run at a small scale and the primary goal was to supply critical cases and Aurors with the innovations first. It would take about two weeks for the funding to clear and for the arrangements to be made, and the pair understood that trips to France would be a regular occurrence. Perhaps this would not be a bad thing at all – it was a good chance to learn the language.
It was late afternoon and as the group made their way back to the floo. Gris and his colleagues had expressed their sentiments - they were looking forward to working with Harry and Hermione and were hoping to get access to their innovations. Hermione explained that if their intellectual property rights were respected, it would not be a problem.
The group soon found themselves at the floo, as they departed from the Potions Guild. They once again found themselves at the outhouse as they continued to walk toward the studio. Harry and Hermione had already discussed the plans for the evening. First, they would look at possibly brainstorming some ideas for new products. After that was done, then they would relax as the work on Invictus continued.
By the time Clementine had returned and prepared herself to begin painting, she found Harry and Hermione already discussing some rather interesting ideas. She listened on as she considered that many of the ideas had merit.
"Well Harry, I was thinking we should get into the cauldron business – but what I am suggesting is some copper antennas to soak the magic up better. Maybe a heater element wrapped all around the surface. Nichrome wire? We could power it from standard power runes, instead of your caps."
"Yes – I don't want my power cells in the hands of the masses. Perhaps we could probably upgrade the standard power rune with better ink. Something much better than what the Wizarding world has now, but nowhere near my stuff."
"What about just a tiny cylinder filled with ink? It would act like a really poor battery probably? That design was used for the Gringotts Auction?
"Correct. I don't want the wand emitters out in the public either until I can epoxy them properly. Take it apart and you end up with useless slivers. Ink batteries? We could try those. Talking about ink…Clementine?" Harry called.
"Yes?" she answered.
"Do you have any inks that glow when they absorb magic? We want to make an indicator for our power sources."
"Ah – I do have a particular pigment that I don't use. Let me get it for you."
Clementine handed Harry a bottle of a pigment called Outremer. The preparation was simple – equal parts of the powder, water and charcoal which would be replaced by his Graphene powder. Harry took the pigment and set it aside thinking about how he could make a magical power indicator from it.
"Yes, that would be a check on the non-critical projects. We both have to consider the manor repairs and the hydroponic retrofit for the vineyard."
"We will see what happens?" Hermione replied.
"Clementine? Ready for some of our music?" Harry asked.
"Ah yes! Please go ahead."
"Hermione – Before the Dawn. Deadlight."
Tuomas Saukkonen's growls graced the studio as Harry assembled small ink-based batteries and attempted to test them with a little pocket flashlight. At least for light bulbs, they certainly worked. Harry unpacked a rather heavy hardshell case, which immediately piqued Hermione's interest.
"Harry, what is that?" Hermione asked.
"Just you wait and see" Harry replied grinning.
Hermione realised that Harry had taken a 3d Printer and made it foldable. Harry quickly unfolded the Z-axis from its horizontal position to its vertical position and plugged up an extensively modified control box to the lithium battery pack.
"Well, that is pretty neat! How did you manage that, Harry?"
"Spring-loaded tie rods. All the electrical parts are shielded too. Never did a print in a magical place before. I have a rather large piece of copper tube. Going to make a large flashlight for Luis. I will scrap one of the bigger torches and put some bits and bobs together."
Mipsy arrived with a rather large number of Jambon-Beurre sandwiches accompanied by spring water. Harry decided that perhaps he could provide his kidneys with some mercy by skipping the coffee. Harry admired how the French consumed water liberally – maybe it might do him well to cut out the large number of Monster energy drinks that were a favourite. Harry and Hermione were surprised that merely thinly sliced ham, butter and bread could be that fantastic. While the parts were printing, Harry began to assemble the other parts for the torchlight. Clementine had stopped painting and came over and observed as Harry monitored the print.
"Ah – That is rather clever. Are you saying this object is exactly what you have designed here?"
"It is. Maybe off by a fraction of a millimetre for the most," replied Harry.
"I must purchase one of these devices. I am very interested in making physical forms of my more abstract paintings."
"This is exactly the right tool for you. I will have to help you pick something appropriate."
Hermione who had left the music on shuffle soon heard one of Harry's more recently acquired favourites. Silent Waters by Amorphis graced the walls of the studio as Tomi Joutsen's doleful voice sang a song that Harry felt was beautifully in reverse to his current situation. Rather than the passing of a man's son, Harry often interpreted the song with the passing of parents. Harry often would sing the song loudly when alone – after all, he still missed his parents dearly, even if he never mentioned it openly. His trips into his memories to see his parents were sacrosanct to him. He had promised himself, that one day he would sing the song for his parents properly as a performance, and if they existed in the great beyond or Beyond the Veil as the legends said, perhaps his parents would support his endeavour by listening.
Clementine who had appreciated the slow haunting melody of the song, managed to catch Harry's face as his eyes were closed. She immediately understood the boy's pain and felt sad. His family had been torn apart. After a momentary pause, Clementine continued to work on the portrait, and she chatted with Invictus softly about the boy and his habits behind a privacy ward. Clementine soon found out that the boy had told mostly an honest story but he had not mentioned that he was the infamous Harry Potter.
The child who had resisted the killing curse – the only known instance of it in the entire magical world. He had been abused, starved, and left to fend for himself. Approximately twenty two months ago, this brilliant boy was living in a cupboard full of broken bones, approaching severely malnourished and barely socialised. Unknown to Harry and Hermione, Clementine shed a tear as she heard how the boy had to resort to wandless magic to survive. In many ways, his childhood was already gone. He studied like an adult, exercised like an adult and planned for situations like an adult.
Sadly, Harry had to grow up before his time.
Invictus explained his adoptive family – how merely a displaced healer had found him and how her entire family pitched in to provide him with safety and love. Harry was loved, spoiled rotten and enjoyed the company of his adoptive family very much. Invictus was quite proud when he mentioned that the boy considered himself a child of magic, a follower of his mother's religion and a person protected by the kindness of his grandparents' culture. His grandson's favourite possessions were his mother's crucifix and a Ganesha pendant that came from his grandparents. Finally, the fine bracelet on his wrist was an heirloom from his grandfather. Clementine smiled. She wanted to meet this woman and her family very much.
Priya Singh was a name worth remembering.
She now understood why Hermione had asked for a job on her behalf – she suspected that Hermione considered Priya to be the reason why she had a friend like Harry.
"Attack one wolf and the whole pack descends on the aggressor", she thought to herself.
"Perhaps it is fate, he found himself at my house. Fleur and Gabrielle will be good for him. He needs friends outside of Hermione, non?" Clementine asked.
Then an explanation of the plan to break into the infamous Azkaban prison to rescue his wrongfully convicted godfather followed. She was shocked to think that a young man could possess an ambition that big, as she asked how he planned to deal with the Dementors. She was shocked to find out Harry could produce a fully corporeal Patronus. He also had a prototype weapon that could kill Dementors and testing would be soon underway. She requested that if Harry was truly going on such a mission, she would like updates via any of the new technologies that she was surely planning on purchasing. An agreement was made, and Invictus would insure that she was informed.
Invictus felt comfortable speaking to Clementine. Older people were more likely as kindred spirits to understand sacrifice and appreciate the bird's eye of life's affairs. Clementine, upon thinking about Harry's attitude realised something startling about the boy.
"He might say that he wants revenge, but he lies. He loves so deeply – he will do anything to protect his family. And if that means he must spill blood, so be it. He will win because under all the darkness he has suffered, his heart is pure."
"He certainly is. He still stiffens a little when you hug him. He is accustomed to evaluating the environment for threats. I hope he will heal with time. My poor grandson will be required to kill. Rapists, Murders, the worse kind are his opposition."
"I only hope whoever is the woman who will be his partner will support him all the way. I will ask for Lady magic to guide the boy. He is righteous and helps without asking for much in return, at least in his personal life. He asked for little to nothing for all the assistance he provided me with. I will paint you as best as I can. If you being the purveyor of his knowledge will help him, let it be so!"
While this rather heartfelt conversation was occurring, Harry had opened his eyes and nodded to Hermione. They were going to work on the magical indicator. Harry's reasoned that if the pigment glowed with magic, there was no reason why the glow would not be related to the energy required to produce the light involved.
"Well children, I am done. I think the objects are ready. I however must paint a background, and frame this portrait. I suppose it is time for your item?"
"Let us see about the keyboard triggers first. Mione help me get connected."
The pair used a very unknown but light sticking charm to attach the ends of the optical triggers. When they were finished, Harry then booted up the microcontroller and opened a Word document. Each light pad was covered by a plastic cone, that captured all the light from the painted pad. The light was sent down a fibre optic filament, which was connected to a photosensor. As long as Invictus preseed a key on his portrait keyboard, the sensor would send a signal to the microcontroller, and the USB cable was sent an appropriate keyboard signal. Time to see if everything worked.
Hermione then said, "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog. It has all the letters in it. Go…"
The letters were already there. Harry had not seen anything happen. Suddenly the screen began to flash rapidly as all manner of menus were being opened up.
"Er Gramps, what is going on?" Harry asked.
"Oh, nothing – I am trying some of the keyboard shortcuts I have seen you use. You forgot I have watched you work and study for many nights now? I am trying all the known windows shortcuts that I remember. The mousepad isn't painted yet, but I am getting around with Alt, Tab and Spacebar, Arrow Keys and Enter quite well."
Invictus switched into a Chrome Window and began to use Tab to cycle every element until he found the search box. He then searched for all the Windows keyboard shortcuts and began to use them.
Every single one of them.
All that could be seen were small black boxes running through every element of the window. He began to search for a pleasing Si-Fi image that he wanted for his environment. He quickly fired off multiple Control+T keypresses as he searched also for whatever objects he wanted for his environment.
"Well damn! That works well. I guess you will pick what you want for your background?"
"I certainly will. Grandchildren, prepare the mouse trigger for me please."
Clementine began to paint a flat movable black slate and also painted in the necessary buttons. Harry enabled the mouse sensor, and Invictus was now fully connected. It seemed that the normal operation speed for Invictus was absolutely blinding – perhaps he was thinking much faster? Harry could only see the edges of the trigger pads lighting up in random locations as he typed and whirled around the mousepad.
Invictus began to open all of Harry's webcam feeds and monitor them. He checked Harry's e-mail and sorted through all the junk. The best part, was when Invictus opened Borderlands and got himself into an online match and began to frag every player with pinpoint accuracy. After hearing complaints about "Aimbot!" and other random complaints in French, Invictus started a game of Halo Combat Evolved and resumed the Truth and Reconciliation map.
"Ah Harry, this is so satisfying. I am playing Mass Effect by myself when we get home. My name is Invictus Shepard and I am here to save the galaxy. Anyway about the elite running down the cliff…."
Headshot. Headshot. Headshot. Headshot. He then exited the game and opened and began creating his desired environment by dragging and dropping pictures. He also seemed capable of making accurate selections around complex shapes easily. He soon had an image that he liked for his background.
"Well never would have I thought that we could make portraits do this! This is amazing! I take it he can control many non-magical implements? He is operating everything isn't he?" buzzed Clementine in excitement.
"I certainly can operate many things. This is very satisfying. I even think I am capable of limited problem solving myself. For example, I think I know what to do with all this wall-sized parchment." replied Invictus.
"Oh Monsieur, do tell?" laughed Clementine
"I only need a space of about say 120 centimetres by 240 centimetres. For the rest of the parchment, you can cut slits and roll them up like a carpet. It will make me bulky, but my good looks are already in the portrait so no worries there."
"That is brilliant! Let us continue painting this magnificent picture you have made there, I love the colours and the lines. Excellent choice! I will also refurbish the smaller frame, in case Harry decides to carry you anywhere!"
Clementine continued for the next two hours as she painted a masterful Si-Fi diorama that made Invictus almost seem like an A.I. from a videogame. He even asked Clementine to change his clothes and he was rocking a facsimile of Harry's robe.
"Well, the job is done until we need further modifications. Clementine, thank you for your work. I think I will be here long enough to see Harry succeed. And as agreed we will keep in touch." replied Invictus.
"We certainly will. What will you be doing for the evening both of you?" Clementine asked.
"While it has been fun, and we did enjoy our stay here, I have many urgent big projects coming up. I need to get back to the lab. We will start packing up."
"Certainly. But you are having dinner with me. Non-negotiable. I will organise a portkey directly from the outhouse to Gringotts in London. Considering you have not asked for anything much, you will let me spend this on you for my sake. When you are finished packing up, we will speak about how you may extricate yourself from the situation with your mother at dinner. I have a feeling it is related to those headlines. I suppose she doesn't know. When we are done, I will come and see you all off.
I think Jean explained that her husband was looking forward to the bread, so I am sending you some of our best bread and other things. I also think Fleur and Gabrielle will want to see you off too. You were lucky you caught them at home – Fleur and Gabrielle often floo home on the weekend because they rather not stick around on the school compound with the allure. Hermione, I believe you will exchange the contact information?"
Hermione nodded excitedly.
"And you, you magnificent girl Grace! I hope to see you soon. Let Harry come to France and take his morning run when you are able! France has very beautiful countryside. I think you will enjoy flying here. I am going to refurbish the small picture frame and just finish the boxing of the frame. I will also apply some special weight reduction charms."
Grace nodded as Harry and Hermione wasted no time in organising tools and packing up the gear. Clementine used her wand and summoned many pre-cut pieces of wood and began to box Invictus's new home, into a door-sized slab. She also repainted the small frame and reworked the paint. Hermione began to pack down the optic triggering interface, while Harry prepared the charging device he had brought for Fleur's smartphone.
After dinner, Harry found Mipsy in possession of a rather interesting basket – it had an extension charm applied to it and she had all the delectable items safely in tow. Clementine encouraged Harry to be honest about his actions when he explained his reasoning to his mother – he merely needed to state that if people were not scared off by his presence and that was not enough stimulus to change, the only other alternative would be for him to kill his enemies. It was understood that it was only a matter of not if but when the war would arrive at their doorstep. Sacrifices would be made. Of course, she also suggested that Harry should mention that it was because the events had played out in exactly that manner that she had the option to receive a job in France.
Harry realised that with Clementine's advice, he would be fine. But most endearing was when Fleur messaged her first Salut! in the group chat. Fleur found that the allure that she and Gabrielle possessed did not even seem to bother Harry and Hermione, and it was truly a sign of how developed and powerful they were as a young wizard and witch. Naturally, Fleur and her sister made it their business to hug Hermione and Harry, which was quite unusual by French standards, but enjoyable for all the parties involved. Contact information had been exchanged and Luis was sure that the French could reach out over email or any other method to arrange further business. Luis was happy to receive the completed flashlight. Being magically was a great advantage.
As they stood in the outhouse with all their gear and Invictus' new door-sized portrait, the five individuals and phoenix found themselves at Gringotts back in England, after the portkey was activated. Bloodaxe himself was there to receive them, and he shared his sentiments on the memories that had been provided to him. He also informed that a "Ministry Manhunt" was raiding all suspicious homes for "Dark Artefacts that violated the Muggle Modification Artefact Law."
Harry smiled. They had behaved exactly as he predicted.
"Had a good time Lord Peverell and Lady Granger?"
"We did. We already scored some nice contracts. Profit is coming to a bank account, near you!"
"Excellent, we look forward to your innovations! We will keep in touch. By the way, Silverdagger is having a hard time. When Malfoy threatened to withdraw all his money after we refused to provide your name, we delightfully informed him that he was not the largest client that we had.
We also warned him that if he slighted Gringotts anymore, we would not take his money in any country."
"My my, his pale face perhaps improved in complexion?" Harry replied.
"It surely did! I had some time with the gun. King Ragnok and a small set of selected friends had a go at some rocks. We are interested in purchasing at least twenty. Let us know when you are ready to manufacture."
"Ah, Malfoy's troubles please me Bloodaxe. Keep checking the papers you will know when we are the centre of attention again."
"Oh, I can't wait. Don't tell me anything more. I want to be surprised, Harry."
Time to get back down to work. We did get a great portrait done. We will keep in touch." The boy answered.
Grace who had been resting took the entire group of individuals and all the items to the Granger residence. After Jean and Hermione were dropped off along with the gift basket, Grace took Harry and the equipment to the null-box, while Mipsy carried Remus home.
Harry was only too happy to shower and lie in his bed within the null-box. Invictus had jumped into the smaller frame to keep him company. Harry messaged Fleur good night and sent a picture of him and Grace safely at home. Hermione replied with a picture of her father, much too busy digging into the Gift basket to castigate her over weekend activities. Fleur and Gabrielle replied with undignified tongues sticking out of their mouth, as they were unhinged over the new device.
"Padfoot, I am coming for you, just let me survive mum first. Mom up there in the Veil, say a prayer for me. I am doing the best I can."
"I know. Proud of you. Sweet dreams my boy" whispered Lilly.
Harry then said his nightly prayers and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day of plotting, planning and engineering.