Safir Shore

Early December

Sirius grinned as he moved through the living room of Remus' house, a squad of Duskulls, Dusclops, and Dusknoirs following him around helping string up strands of lights while Padfoot bounced around his feet barking in time with the man's singing. While normally he only kept a single Duskull will him when he was away from Sevii he'd recently decided to bring on some of the friendlier ghostly pokemon to serve as assistants. It helped him out and for the overly nice ghosts allowed them to do something they were better suited for. "On the 5th day of Solstice my true love gave to me… 5 babes with huge titties! Four bouncing asses, three shaking hips, two blow-"

"SIRIUS!" Remus snapped, storming into the room, Harry (who was laying on the couch) looking up from the physical copy of The Quibble he was reading before returning to it, far too used to his guardians bickering. Leafeon was cleared up near his feet, watching with amusement, while Hedwig and Mooney were sleeping in the corner. "Do not sing that way around Harry!"

"By Arceus, you sound like Lily when he was born. "Sirius, don't try and teach Harry how to curse!" "Sirius, stop storing your beer in Harry's pram!" "Sirius, don't tell Harry he was born with both sets of genitals!"." Harry merely raised an eyebrow before turning to the next page. "You know Harry, it isn't fun if you don't react."

"Not fun for you, maybe," he said with a smirk.

Remus tapped his foot, watching as the Dusknoirs began to apply spray-on snow to the windows. "Also I am pretty sure those aren't the lyrics to that song."

"Maybe in your house they aren't," Sirius said before going back to hanging up lights. Leafeon blinked as Ludwig came screeching in with a spray bottle and paper towel and began dueling with the Dusknoirs over cleaning the windows.

"THIS IS MY HOUSE!" Remus exclaimed, flapping his arms about. He watched as two Dusclops fought over who got to put up the tinsel. "Speaking of… I have a few questions."

"Shoot," Sirius said, cocking his head as he tried to decide if the mantle should have solid white lights or multicolored.

"First off… why are you decorating?"

"Because your home is a cheerless tomb and I want Harry to have some light and laughter in his life."

Remus chewed on the inside of his cheek in annoyance. "My house is festive enough. I put a wreath up, didn't I?" He jabbed his finger at a rather tiny wreath that was hanging in the corner.

"Ooooh!" Sirius said, wiggling his fingers. "Mothers, lock up your daughters, there is a wild man out on the town!" He snorted. "Or should they lock up their sons?"

"Not that there is anything wrong with being gay but of the three people in this house Harry and I can accurately claim we never slept with a man."

"I will neither confirm or deny that." Sirius shifted at that and mumbled under his breath, "Stupid sexy Johtoian…"

"And Harry gets plenty of cheer in this house! I just don't feel the need to make it look like a… I don't know…" Remus twirled his hand about.

Harry looked up at the man. "You were looking for a reference that involved a Pokémon and then realized none of them vomit out lights, didn't you?"

"Maybe," Remus said and Harry rolled his eyes, wondering how it was that he was the most mature one in the room at the moment. "Okay, you want the home to be more festive… second question: Why aren't you decorating your house?"

"I'm not going all the way to Modred's End just to decorate. My family's Mr. Mime, Kreacher, is still there caring for the place and he creeps me the frig out."

Harry frowned, brow furrowing. "It's a Mr. Mime… they creep everyone out. That's their thing."

"Kreacher recorded my mother during the last 5 years of her life and now runs the video on loop."

"…well that is odd…"

"He made a life size doll of her that he sleeps with."

Harry looked over and Remus who could only nod sadly in confirmation.

Sirius held up his hand. "Before you ask I plan to barricade the house and build a brand new gym before I officially take over." Under his breath he muttered, "Assuming I can't just blow it up…"

Remus pinched the bridge of his nose. "That aside, I meant the house you bought next to mine."

"Oh right!" Sirius grinned and recalled the Dusk Pokemon. "I sold it last year."

"You what!?" Remus screeched.

"I sold it. Made a killing too."

"Where do you live then?"

"Here," Sirius said. "Haven't you noticed how much of my stuff is in your house?"

"You moved into my house without telling me!?"

"That's what friends do!" Sirius said with a grin.

"…no! That's not what they do!"

Harry leaned down and scratched Padfoot, Mooney waking up with a yawn and ambling over to join him. "Isn't it nice to know those two are the ones guiding me to adulthood?"

"-laundry either. I just wear your stuff. See!"

"TAKE OFF MY UNDERWEAR, SIRIUS!"

Harry cleared his throat. "Why don't we add 'underwear' to our shopping list?"

"Great idea!" Remus said, looking at Sirius in disgust before heading towards the kitchen. "But for me… Sirius can keep mine."

"You should take it as a compliment!" Sirius argued as he followed after Remus. "You have very nice tastes! And these breathe really well!"

Harry shook his head as his guardians continued to bicker. Hogwarts was done for the holiday season and as such he was spending time at home with his strange family, preparing for the holiday. Not just the normal events the three of them had been doing since the year before but new things as well; namely the big party that Sirius had decided to throw.

While it had been Sirius' plan all of them had decided that having a big festive holiday party would play perfectly into Harry's cover story that he was just a cocky minor celebrity who was networking in Hogwarts. By inviting a mix of current friends and potential allies, as well as those who might side against him in the Ministry but wouldn't turn down a chance to hobnob with Lily's Heir, Harry would be able to better establish himself within Avalon society and continue to craft his reputation among those who might stand in his way as someone not to bother with… and thus that could see behind the mask just who he truly was.

'Though if Luna refers to me as Bruce Wayne one more time… last time she dressed as a butler to do it…'

Thus Sirius had dug into his childhood and all the parties the Black Family had put on to come up with an event that would attract plenty of attention. Renting out Pokémon with the Warm Body ability and several psychic types Sirius planned to create an outdoor Solstice Party that would be the talk of Avalon. Sirius already had to make a few stops that day, handle some official business, so it had been decided to add on their shopping and hiring, making the entire day a massive event that would see them crisscrossing all of Avalon in the span of a few hours. Food, music, decorations, and staff for the party as well as normal shopping for their friends and family for the private, quiet Solstice celebration they planned to have the actual day of the holiday.

"Come on guys," Harry said, standing up and motioning for Padfoot and Mooney to follow him, Leafeon walking over and nudging a grumpy Hedwig awaky as Harry grabbed his jacket and made his way towards the kitchen. "We got a busy day today…"

"HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN USING MY TOOTHBRUSH!?"

"I think you mean 'our toothbrush'."

"GAH!"

"…and I have a feeling those two are going to make it longer."

~MC~MC~MC~

Caradoc City

"…turned off some of the more extreme traps Mr. Parkinson had installed and overall I think it's been beneficial to us."

Harry looked about the ornate building he, Sirius, and Remus were strolling through. To Harry's eyes it looked like a manor house, with its three story tall ceilings and balconies on the upper floors that looked down upon the main foyer they were currently strolling through. Pictures of men in armor and women in puffy dresses lined the walls along with suits of ancient Avalonian armor and priceless relics. Or, at least, what appeared to be at first glance to be priceless relics. Harry knew for a fact that many of them were fake, put there to impress trainers that came in and hide their true purpose: observation, surveillance, and entrapment.

"What benefits?" Sirius asked Franklin Goldwright, their guide and Jr. Gym Leader.

"Well, we've gotten less complaints from trainers," Franklin admitted.

Remus nodded at that. "Oh yes, I remember how it was a good week if I only got one complaint on my desk about this place. I was always pushing for more than just a fine but never could get it. Parkinson was just 'taking gym design to the next level', is how I think it was worded." Remus scoffed. "More like he enjoyed torturing trainers who came and seeing them squirm."

Franklin didn't confirm or deny that but Harry had a feeling that the man agreed with Remus. According to Sirius the reason Franklin, who was only a few years out of Hogwarts, was in charge was because he'd dismissed many of the Jr. Gym Leaders who had clearly supported Parkinson's designs and wanted to continue with them. A bit of a scare was fine but the man had apparently used actual poisons not just on Pokemon but trainers, blacking them out before they could even battle and keeping the town doctor in constant need of anti-venom. There were enough people in town though that respected what Patrick Parkinson had done for their home and speaking out against him would see one shunned at best and thrown dead in a ditch at worse.

After the war Parkinson had managed to snag one of the two open Gym Leader positions and put Caradoc on the map. Once merely a town that was one of Avalon's secret tourist destinations that longed to be so much more, with the Parkinson Poison Gym opening its doors business had boomed and the good times had come for all. But with Patrick Parkinson missing (and with what little he'd gathered from the Pack Harry had a feeling that he'd never be found unless it was by archeologists) and Harry and Sirius both looking to reopen the Potter and Black Families' Gyms, the people of Caradoc knew their days were numbers. Perhaps they would remain a strong attraction for tourists but many feared that soon the bubble would burst and things would go back to the way they were… only with having known such good times the 'way they were' would actually feel worse.

Thus why Franklin wasn't going to openly speak of disagreeing with the Parkinsons and why Sirius had been forced to hire outside help.

'None of us saw this coming,' Harry thought as they moved into the main battling arena of the manor, Franklin prattling on about what had been removed from the gym. 'When Parkinson disappeared even Sirius thought the Elite 4 and the Ministry would just install a placeholder Gym Leader until he got the Black Gym up and running.'

But that hadn't been the case. It had been decided that since Sirius was going to be opening the Black Family Gym anyway once Harry finished his 7th year at Hogwarts that he should have a say in managing things at the Parkinson Gym for the next few years. Sirius had already mentioned that he wanted to keep much of the staff on, just transitioning from Poison to Water typing, and give the people of Caradoc a few extra years to prepare before everything shut down. That meant visiting and overseeing how things were going at the Parkinson Gym, to ensure they met not only Avalon's standards but his own. This was a test, most likely set up by Lucius Malfoy to try and catch Sirius failing at being a Gym Leader, and Sirius aimed to pass it easily.

"Of course it's also allowed us to lower costs," Franklin continued. "A bit of an increase in overhead getting things safely turned off… wouldn't do if we didn't get everything shut down properly and a trainer got hit by a trap none of us expected… but the refilling and restocking of a lot of the traps will save us in the long run."

"Good… very good." Sirius looked to his right and Harry spotted a brown skinned man with short curly black hair in a dress shirt and tie, a clipboard tucked under his arm, walking towards them with a familiar face tagging just behind him with her nose in her dex, tapping away. "Ah, Pavan! Good to see you!"

Pavan Patil, noticing Sirius and his group, hurried over and shook hands with the Lord of Sevii. "Lord Black, a pleasure as always."

"Please, Sirius," he said with a chuckle before awkwardly looking over his shoulder. "Lord Black makes me think my father is lurking around, ready to scold me for getting into mischief."

"Maybe if you weren't always getting into mischief…" Remus said with a chuckle as he offered Pavan his hand. "It's been a while, Pavan."

"Not since you cleared my work at the Clearwater Gym! I know others have said they missed your work but I for one am glad you are no longer evaluating the Gyms I renovate! A lot let sleepless nights!"

"Well, considering you'll be building my Gym and Harry's in the next few years don't think your off the hook yet," Sirius teased before shaking his head and scoffing. "Sorry, where are my manners? Pavan, this is my godson Harry. Harry, this is Pavan Patil, the best Gym Builder and Designer in the entire world."

"Well, maybe just in Avalon," Pavan said, shaking Harry's hand politely. "It is good to meet you, Mr. Potter. My girls have told me a lot about you."

"Should I be concerned?" Harry asked.

"Like, not at all, Harry," the young woman behind Harry said, not looking up from her dex.

"Parvati, be respectful," Pavan said, his tone not quite sharp but at minimum firm. "You can chat with your friend Lavender in a moment. Why don't you show Harry around?" The young trainer sighed but did as she was asked. "Now then, I have some ideas of what to do with the trap door on the second story…" Parvati motioned for Harry to follow her, moving out of the main battle arena and into a quiet hallway that was far less decorated than the main floor; clearly one of the Jr. Gym Leader areas.

"So, what are you doing with your dad today?" Harry asked as they walked about.

"He, like, totes doesn't trust me to be by myself, ya'know?" Parvati said, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder. "And Padma is, like, so sick it isn't even funny. And I don't want to, ya know, get sick like her, since we have a bunch of parties ta check out, so I was, like, told I had a choice between goin' with my mom to her work or with dad and mom is SO boring… focusing on law and junk… and she is always trying ta get me ta think about what I'll do after Hogwarts, ya know? At least with dad I can hang out in a breakroom or something."

Harry just stared at her.

"…I'm laying it on too thick, aren't I?" she asked, her entire tone changing.

"Does Parvati know you do that impression of her?"

"Parvati", aka Padma Patil, chuckled, her voice dropping a bit, the fry leaving her vocals, and the vapid look fleeing from her eyes. "You should hear the one she does of me when she doesn't think I'm listening. You'd think I wore suspenders and walked around snorting through my nose!"

Harry laughed at that. "So, you two swapped?"

"For the whole Solstice Break," Padma admitted, motioning for Harry to follow her up a flight of stairs. "My dad wasn't lying when he said he doesn't trust Parvati all by herself… he's already caught her twice trying to sneak out to go snog her boyfriend."

"Is it a case of him not wanting her to date or not approving of her boyfriend."

"A bit of both, actually," Padma stated. "She begged me to swap places with her and let her pretend she was sick so that she can beg off going to any of the Solistice Parties and can instead bring him over." Padma chuckled. "It's my next 5 years worth of Solstice Gifts for her… and she still owes me for it."

"Nice of you… and beneficial."

"Indeed," Padma said with a laugh.

"Isn't there a risk of you two getting found out?"

The girl shook her head. "Parvati only gets caught after the fact and only if she's being brazen about it. The actual escaping? Me and her have been able to get in and out of places for years." She flashed a sly grin Harry's way. "Everyone thinks the Weasley Twins are the best at getting around the castle but the fact that people know they do it proves how wrong that theory is."

"The best at something sneaky would be unknown…" Harry said before adding, "unless someone found out thanks to a Battle Club."

"This is true."

The two of them continued to wander around for another 20 minutes before Harry got a message on his dex from Remus letting him know they were heading out.

"So you'll be attending our party?" Harry asked.

"For, like, sure!" Padma said, slipping back into the act. "I would, like, totes miss it… not! See ya there, Har!"

With a wave Harry separated from the Ravenclaw-Disguised-As-A-Gryffindor and joined Remus and Sirius as they teleported away.

~MC~MC~MC~

Ector Town

"So I assume you want something very classy, Lord Black?" Renee of Renee's Fine Eats and Catering asked as she piled up several menus before him.

"Yes and no," Sirius said with a shrug. "I mean, yeah, we aren't going to be doing sloppy joes and nachos but I do want something people will actually enjoy eating and not just because it is the 'in thing' to put some Magikarp eggs in their mouths and claim it is the tastiest thing in the world."

Renee frowned. "You do know that Magikarp eggs are nearly a foot tall and are utterly inedible, correct? In fact some scientists believe the only reason they aren't poisonous is that Arceus wanted to punish people who were foolish enough to put them in their mouths by removing a quick death from the ways to get the taste off their tongues."

"…scientists said that?" Harry asked, setting down the shopping bag he was carrying and taking a seat next to Sirius, Remus looking over the pictures of some of the spreads the caterers had made for other parties.

"Yes."

"They even mentioned Arceus?"

"Yes… Magikarp eggs taste that bad."

"Huh…"

Sirius waved them both off. "Okay, I was using it in a metaphoric sense. My point is that I want to have tasty food but also food that won't make me look like an inbred hick."

"Well the hick part they can stop but inbred?" Remus said lightly. "I've seen your family tree, Sirius."

"We do not bring up Sister-Aunt Auriga," Sirius muttered before focusing once more on Renee. "So, what do you think? Got something in mind?"

"Oh yes… we commonly get asked to do such selections for business lunches but we could easily adapt it to your party." She pushed several menus towards him while pulling a few more away. "Now, you can just go with one of our packages; that is the cheapest option. Or you can customize but there is a surcharge based on each change and how complex it is. Finally we can just build a custom menu, which would be the most expensive as, depending on your choices, I might need to bring in a larger crew."

"Hmmm," Sirius said, tapping his chin. "I think at minimum we might need to customize. I see some good things on these three," he tapped three of the menus he had been browsing while Renee was talking, "but none of them leap out as better than the others." He paused, pointing to one menu. "I don't suppose you have some samples?"

"We do, Lord Black, in the side tasting room, though they will be cold. For warm food you'd need to either allow us to reheat them or to schedule a separate meeting…"

"Cold is fine. Harry? You in?"

The teen shook his head. "I don't want to spoil my appetite for lunch. You go ahead. I'll wait with Remus."

"Suit yourself! Now, I noticed you had chicken tenders…"

As Sirius and Renee went into the tasting room to sample what they had to offer another caterer entered the main area of the office with a family trailing behind him. "We can have everything read for you before the 20th, Mr. Finch-Fletchley, including your special order cake."

"Wonderful!" the tall man with slicked back brown hair and a wide mustache said in delight. "I know it is short notice…"

"Maybe for you, sir, but not for most people."

"Oh!" the woman who Harry guessed was the man's wife exclaimed, grabbing his arm. "Is that… Remus!"

"Beverly!" Remus said in delight, walking over and giving the woman a hug before clapping Mr. Finch-Fletchley on the shoulder. "Gerald! How good to see you both! It's been… I don't even know!"

"Not since we graduated from Hogwarts, I believe!" Beverly said. "Though I did hear you made quite a name for yourself as a Gym Evaluator!"

"I did, though that is behind me." Remus waved Harry over and he quickly got up and made his way to Remus' side. "This is a day for meeting old friends. I ran into Pavan Patil just a few hours ago. Harry, this is Beverly and her husband Gerald. I went to school with Beverly. She was a few years above me."

"But you were in the same classes, you overachiever!" Bev teased. "Justin, this is my old friend Remus Lupin."

"Hello, Mr. Lupin."

"And I don't suppose we need to introduce these two," Remus said with a smile, looking between Harry and Justin.

"No, of course not." Gerald looked down at Harry and clapped him on the shoulder. "Justin's told us all about your Battle Club… good on you for doing that. With what I hear about that woman Umbridge I was fearing having to hire tutors for Justin just to get him through his G.R.I.M.E.R.s!" He reached over and slung his arm around Justin's body, giving him a half hug. "Good idea suggesting we get the catering handled today for the party, sport! Not only did we get it all locked in but now we can treat Remus and Harry to lunch."

Remus quickly agreed, sending a quick text to Sirius of where they were going (and Sirius responding back that it gave him an excuse to eat more samples) before they group of five made their way out the door where their Pokemon were waiting. "So Bev, what have you been up to? I hear your company is doing well."

"Well enough though it would always do better if the Ministry could ever make a decision."

To Harry Mr. Finch-Fletchley said, "Beverly's company does tech upgrades for buildings and such… you know, replacing normal screens with touch screens, better holocast readers, stronger wi-fi routers, that sort of thing. They did Hogwart's last refit 6 years ago."

"That was a wonderful job," Beverly said. "When they said what they wanted me to do… they actually followed through with it. The Ministry can be such an annoyance… far too many times they ask me for all these different add-ons and upgrades and when I finally get everything done they either change their mind because they need to keep things the same in the name of 'tradition' or 'historical accuracy' or their eyes were bigger than their wallets and when I give them the price tag they pull out. I still get my fees for the planning, of course, but it can be crushing to continually come up with plans you know the Minister is going to reject out of hand." She began to tick off her points. "In the last five years I've gotten requests to look into the Elite 4 building, the Pokemon League itself, the Ministry offices, the Avalon Embassy in Galar, the Knights Buses, the Department of Human Services in Galahad, the Skyway, and I'm sure I'm forgetting others. I slave away at what they want, what I would love to do, and they always find an excuse to back off. I'd do only private sector but the money I do get from the Ministry is far too much to pass on. Still a grave annoyance though."

After that their conversation drifted to other topics, with Harry and Justin discussing the Professional Gauntlet teams while Remus, Gerald, and Bev swapped old school stories. It was only when Sirius showed up and begged off dessert that everyone realized how late it was and they made their goodbyes, with Harry, Sirius, and Remus heading to do some actual shopping.

~MC~MC~MC~

Ywain City

"Hey Daphne!" Harry said, waving to the Ice Princess of Slytherin. Daphne Greengrass smiled politely and told the clerk to wrap up the custom Slytherin colored Ultra Pokeballs before fully giving Harry her attention. While not the best of friends in the entire world the Battle of Le Fay's Landing and their time with the Battle Club had seen Harry and her at least find some friendly ground to stand on and they could carry on a conversation without resorting to insults like most Gryffindors and Slytherins did.

"So, what brings you here, Potter?" Daphne asked.

"Shopping for Solstice. I wanted to get some supplies for Ron… I know he wants to try out making some new time-delay and capture focus Pokeballs and this shop sells the best stuff for that in all of Avalon. Also something for steel types. Figured this would make the best gift for him. You?"

"Ultra Balls for Tracy." She paused and gave him a sour look. "Which you won't be telling her about."

Harry let out a dramatic sigh. "But what will we talk about at our weekly meetings where we discuss only you?"

"No one likes a smart ass Gryffindor, Potter. Especially since it's so rare for 'Smart' and 'Gryffindor' to be in the same sentence."

"Like the phrases 'A Slytherin' and 'Back Up Their Boosting'?"

"Do I look like Draco?" Harry squinted and Daphne snapped, "Don't answer that if you want to live, Potter."

The two of them continued to trade banter for a few minutes until Harry looked down at his watch. "I need to get my items and head out… Sirius and Remus are planning a party and we are getting everything set up."

"Is that your sneaky way of inviting me?" Daphne asked with a smirk. "Because I have to tell you, a lot of the Elites in Avalon already have asked my family to attend their events. The curse of being a neutral family nowadays. The shiny clean families and the dark sneakers all wondering what side we'll fall on."

"No, that was me informing you there was a party. Telling you to check your dex in a few days for the RSVP is my sneaky way."

"Cute," Daphne said, the two parting.

~MC~MC~MC~

Cador City

The Elite 4 Headquarters

"I'm gonna let you handle this," Sirius said, passing the forms over to Remus as they neared the head of the line. All around them were mumbling, grumbling trainers who were clutching their own paperwork, waiting for one of the three lines that were currently in the Secretary of Regional Process to move through each request. The holidays had seen things get even more hectic than normal, with people rushing to get in requests for zoning permits, renew licenses, and finalize legal documents before the New Year. Harry had spent much of the time listening to music on his dex but now that they neared the end of the line he pulled out his earbuds and stored them in his pocket.

"And why is that?" Remus asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because you speak bureaucrat and will ensure we aren't forced to go to another office on another floor just to get a form we don't need."

"…your words are complimentary but your tone somehow makes that insulting." He sighed though and accepted the forms from the Parkinson Gym and what changes Pavan had in mind. "But I want to get back home at a reasonable time so fine. Need to ensure your Dusklops didn't paint it red and green." Putting on a smile that was neither too large nor too small (the former annoying the workers who would see it as false while the later would make them think Remus was up to something), the former Gym Evaluator stepped up and began to discuss just what needed to be done.

"It's very odd to see you here, Sirius," a voice called out, "and not having you be in handcuffs."

Sirius grinned, making sure Remus was fine before moving towards the back of the line where Amelia Bones and her niece Susan were. "You shame me, Amy!"

"Because I think you would be in trouble? Or because I haven't figured out what you are doing?" She scowled slightly. "And don't call me Amy."

"Oh, come on… you still can't be annoyed with that nickname."

"I didn't let James call me that and I won't let you," Amelia said with a scoff.

Sirius shrugged before looking around. "What are you doing waiting in line? I figured the Elite 4 could pull strings and avoid this mess."

"So could Gym Leaders but neither of us are like certain snobs and take illegal advantages." The monocle-wearing woman shook her head and patted Susan on the shoulder, who blushed in embarrassment. "Besides, this one here let her Government ID get destroyed in the wash so we need a new one."

"I… kinda forgot it was in my pocket," Susan admitted.

"Happens to the best of us," Harry said with a shrug, Susan smiling in gratitude.

"So Sirius… what trouble ARE you in?" Amelia asked.

"Nothing at all, nothing at all! Just have to file some paperwork for the Parkinson Gym and the changes I'm making there. I would have been here sooner but Harry, Remus, and I are throwing a Solstice Party and we were running around getting everything ready."

"...so I should send a squad of Aurors around to your house on which day?"

"My party will be completely on the up and up. No drugs, no violence, no hookers."

"Why do I doubt that?" Amelia asked.

Harry smiled and answered before Sirius could, "You're welcome to come. Both of you."

Amelia looked down at him and for a moment Harry remembered that Amelia Bones had been there when Jack had slaughtered the Nocturne Agents and she also remembered how Harry had gone with him when he'd fled the scene. But then she smiled and glanced at Sirius. "I suppose, if we have nothing going on, it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye on you Sirius."

"More than welcome to attend!" he said quickly, realizing it might be good to have the Elite 4 member in charge of the police attending his big party. "Let me get your info…"

~MC~MC~MC~

Hours later, after a filling supper and some family time in the living room, Harry made his way to his bedroom and, quietly, locked the door before going over to his desk. Pulling out a binder from the shelf to his right, he pulled out a sheet of paper that held some very familiar faces:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Ginny Weasley

Hermione Granger

Neville Longbottom

Luna Lovegood

Jasmine Kenway

Daphne Greengrass

Justin Finch-Fletchley

Padma Patil

Susan Bones

Pulling out his dex he logged onto the encrypted e-mail service Ginny had created and sent a text to the other ten people on his list.

'Contact made with all members of team. December 18th day of party. Operation: Potter's Eleven is a go.'