Luminescent

by Amaya Natsuya

Sequel to Incandescence! Contains SLASH! Year five was going to be hard, especially with Voldemort's recent rise, but Harry never expected the wizarding world to turn on him or Phyrrus. As the two cope, they quickly learn the importance of real friends.

6. High Inquistor

Luminescent
Part Six
High Inquisitor

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, otherwise this would be cannon, which it so very clearly is not. I do own the Lugovalos family (crazy as they are).

Warnings: As I've mentioned in two prequals and the five previous chapters. . . THIS IS SLASH. You have been warned. . . again.

Author's Note: Well, chapter six. I make no promises for chapter seven, and I have to send in my computer to get the keyboard replaced over break, so it'll be awhile before I can update, but I might get the next chapter in during school. I'll have to talk with my beta. Anyway, chapter six for everyone.

By the way. . . I do have an LJ account with a few Pyrotechnics side stories on it. The link is on my profile, if you care to go check it out.

TO EVERYONE: (A NOTE ON THE BOND!): Hopefully that got everyone's attention. . . Anyway, I've been asked about the consumation of the bond. There will be a few conditions for it, one of which is that Harry and Phyrrus will, indeed, be Joined. The other is that they will, most likely, be of age. While this isn't necessarily set in stone, it isn't likely to change. There are a few reasons, and I will go ahead and offer two. First, I'm over eighteen. There is a slight squick factor for me with two minors involved. However, I am running on two ideas of the legal system: first, if they are joined, it's legal and not so. . . squickish; second, the wizarding legal age is seventeen. The second reason is that I see Harry wanting to wait. He's been through some bad times with his relatives and I can see him wanting to make sure his family and life is stable before taking a relationship to the next level no matter how much he wants to. That's just my take on things, and I'm sorry if I disappoint. I also have no intention on writing the actual lemon (sorry), but I promise you will get to see the completion of the bond.

To AquaRias: I'm sorry you hate Cyrrus? When I added him, I wasn't sure what I thought about him, really. As for Cyrrus butting in. . . I see him as the best friend, kind of like Ron to Harry. He keeps his nose out, for the most part, but he's around to help make trouble.

To Fae Child19
and
TheSlytherinMuggle: I wasn't going to have the slap in there, orginally, but it just seemed in character for Phyrrus. The Lugovaloses are very physical, and I honestly think that's what he would have done. He will not ever hit Harry, but I can see him smacking around his sisters. Hell, if I got a nickle every time my and Aniki fought, I'd be rich. So I just think it's part of the sibling relationship.

To Everyone: Another note. . . heh. On a lighter note, I hope you enjoy chapter six!
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The rest of that week and the next passed smoothly, and Harry sometimes found it difficult to find they were still in the first month of school. Even so, at least detention was over and Phyrrus didn't look like he was death walking anymore. And, for the moment, their bond was fully under control. At least in the daytime. Harry wasn't so sure about the night. He had been having very strange dreams, lately, about a dark hall full of doors. Every time he woke, his scar burned.

Phyrrus also admitted to having the dreams, but felt no pain upon waking, so Harry passed them off as anxiety. Not surprising with Umbridge about. Harry sighed heavily, putting away his homework and stretching. "All done?" Phyrrus was still bent over his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay, book open on the table next to him.

"Finally," Harry muttered, clearly annoyed. "What about you?"

"Three more paragraphs," Phyrrus continued to write feverishly. "I hate this bitch."

"Phyrrus!"

"She is! She's more snarky than Uncle Sev was when we first met! And that's saying something!" Phyrrus scowled. "Damn this homework of hers! Who the fuck cares about the theory of defensive spells? If I can't practice them, what good'll it do me?"

Harry shook his head. He hadn't thought about how bad it would be for Phyrrus to learn strictly theory, because Phyrrus was extremely hands on. Not that he couldn't memorize the theory, but unless he could practice it, he really wouldn't understand it. Harry, however, could read through the spell, flick his wand a few times for the movement, put the two together, and call the spell out with sheer willpower. "At least it'll be over tomorrow."

"And she'll torment me with another essay," Phyrrus growled, their bond thrumming with annoyance. Harry quickly evened out his breathing, and Phyrrus followed. "Sorry, Harry."

"It's all right," Harry waved a hand. "No big deal. Feel better?"

"Yeah," Phyrrus laughed, throwing down his quill. "I'm done!"

Harry rolled his eyes, dragging his boyfriend up the stairs. "Good. I'm tired."

Phyrrus offered only token protest as he was dragged away, rolling his eyes when Ron glanced in his direction. He smirked and returned to talking with Parvarti and Lavender, and Phyrrus had to wonder what sort of trouble the other red head would be getting into with the ladies that year. After all, he was the best friend of the savior of the wizarding world, who was gay and in a relationship, so he had to get kickbacks somewhere. "Hey, Harry," Phyrrus finally managed to get Harry to release his collar. "Is Ron dating anyone?"

"Ron?" Harry wrinkled his nose. "He hasn't told me, why?"

Phyrrus shrugged. "I don't know, it just seemed like he's had a lot of girls around him recently."

"Probably." Harry grinned. "He still won't give up the secret on his crush on Hermione."

"Shame. He knows she broke up with Viktor, right?"

"Hell if I know," Harry made a face. "Not like he tells me."

Phyrrus rolled his eyes and climbed into bed after his bonded, snuggling up with Harry and sighing. "He's really got to stop trying to make her jealous. You know what River and Rayne told me?"

"I have a feeling I don't want to, but let's hear it anyway." Harry eyed his boyfriend speculatively.

"They said--together, mind--that the jealous energy those to exuded for each other would power Vegas for the next ten years." Phyrrus smirked.

Harry snorted, shaking his head. "That's so. . . pathetic and yet. . ."

"Oh so true." Phyrrus wickedly agreed. "Don't you think?"

"We're not going to talk about this." Harry put his foot down. "I'm going to sleep, and we are not going to have crazy dreams--Phyrrus, why is there an owl pecking at the window?"

Both boys stared in stunned shock at the huge barn owl pecking at the window, and Harry shoved at his boyfriend. "Go let the poor thing in."

"What if it's a bomb?" Phyrrus protested, even as he pulled open the latch. The barn owl swooped passed to land on Harry's knee, cocking his head slightly and holding out a leg.

"Oh, thank you," Harry smiled, untying the letter the owl had. "They're from Percy and Anders, Arudo."

"Hm? Move over you lump," Phyrrus shooed at the owl, who clicked his beak in annoyance. "Yeah, yeah, right back at you. Food is in the owlery. Stay tonight if they need a reply, we'll send it in the morning."

The owl gave Phyrrus an irritated stare, but took off all the same, swooping down the stairs instead of back outside. Phyrrus rolled his eyes. Anders' owl had been specially trained to cause pandemonium, which--if the screams were anything to go by--it was doing quite well. Harry snickered, but pulled open Percy's letter.

Dear Harry and Flame, Percy's letters, always formal, had taken on a slightly different tune since he and Anders had been together. Just wanted to see how you were, and because Anders has been annoying me non-stop about me writing the rest of my family and I thought a lesson in patience would do him good. Anyway, he and I are well. I have been promoted at the office, for which I am quite proud, and Anders thinks in rather humorous. Probably because I am now the assistant to the minister. Prime Minister Fudge has not yet met the Lugovalos family, and only knows someone in his office is being joined with an American. I'm not entirely sure why, but he thinks it's quite scandalous. I haven't the heart to tell him it's me.

Besides, we're invited to dinner with him next week and he'll find out then.

"That has to be Anders' influence," Phyrrus commented absently, as Harry nodded in agreement and continued on.

I have heard, and this is far more important than the silly bit about dinner with the minister, that the ministry is keeping a much closer watch at Hogwarts. I've heard about Umbridge--Ron went into enough detail, and Uncle Leon wrote Anders about that blood quill, which is certainly dreadful but not my main point--and the minister means to make her something he termed a "high inquisitor." I'm unsure what all this means, but I don't like it in the least. Be careful, Harry, the minister has already painted you as mad, and from what I've heard around the office, Flame is their next target.

I know the most of anyone about this, since I'm the personal assistant to the minister, which is quite worrisome. We've all been comparing notes constantly, and while Sirius and Remus are digging, there is little to find. Aunt Chara has also done some digging at the hospital, and all those people quote as calling you mad claim they were misquoted terribly. Several are seeking retribution for the crime, but that means they will have to find a new focus, which is where Flame comes in. Well, the entire Lugovalos family, really, so be mindful of River and Rayne.

Anders says to add that he thinks they found out about that one. . . Independence day with the fireworks, rocket launcher and. . . should I ask what a Christmas tree was doing in your yard on the fourth of July? No, don't tell me. Any of you. I really do not wish to know. He also says they know about the time you and the rest of the cousins managed to knock the power out in seven counties and nearly took out the main grid, just to try to--did Anders just tell me you attempted to light up the farm bright enough to be seen from space? Once again, I don't want to know. Just be careful. Please. And don't do anything. . . weird, or stupid, or damaging in any way, shape or form. And tell River and Rayne to behave. Please.

Watch the papers for news about the High Inquisitor. It should be in the Daily prophet tomorrow, with the latest on Harry's heart-throb and why Flame is the one sending Harry out of his mind.

As Moody would say, "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"

Tell us how things go with all that, please.

Percy and Anders

Harry sighed and shook his head, nibbling his lip, and waited for Phyrrus to open the other letter. He had a sinking feeling about all this. Phyrrus finally managed to pry the letter open, making a face at it. The handwriting, much sloppier than Percy's, was clearly Anders' hand. "Well?" Harry finally demanded as Phyrrus flipped it over several times to figure out which way was actually up as he attempted to read it.

Dear Harry and Phyrrus,

I--"Er. . . something. . . something. . ." Phyrrus wrinkled his nose--letter. . . finds. . . you. . .

Phyrrus gave an annoyed grunt. "You'd think Percy's handwriting would rub off on the assface, or he'd at least figure out he needs to print. Can you read this?"

"Beats Dudley's writing," Harry muttered, taking the letter from his boyfriend and starting over.

Dear Harry and Phyrrus, I do so hope this letter finds you well and--I need to tell Percy that this. . . formal thing just isn't working. Okay, whatever. Listen up. Percy did the pleasantries, so I'll skip them because. . . I'm a lazy ass and I'm mad at you. He stayed up for an extra thirty minutes instead of coming to bed to make sure that damn thing was perfect and I had chocolate sa--

Harry grimaced, and decided he'd better skip the next three paragraphs. Finding a point at which it was safe to resume reading, he settled back in. I've also heard some on-campus rumors. You know the Uni. If its gossip, its here first. Which is funny, because half the people here know stuff they aren't supposed to. Percy said I get better information than he does, half the time, but we really can't pay it much mind because, well, half of them are drunk off their asses and don't know down from up.

What I have heard--and managed to verify--is that you, Phyrrus, are abusing Harry to keep you two together. You forced the bond, raped Harry to get it to take, and now you beat him to keep him submissive. Apparently, you're a dark wizard trying to take over by getting Harry to take your side. Yeah, I know. I laughed too. But that's the spin Percy and I think they're going to take. So be careful. I know you two have a good rep at school, but don't count on it to keep you safe.

Harry, people are probably going to try to force you to admit things, and maybe even try to keep you two separated. I want you both to be careful. You're two of my favorite little cousins, and I don't want anything to happen to you.

Anders signed off, then, with little more than two scribbled signatures that Harry thought was his and Percy's names, and both boys stared at each other, opened mouthed. Phyrrus narrowed his golden eyes. "If they attempt that, they've gone too far."

Harry sighed and shook his head. "We'll see," He told the other, nibbling his lip. "But in the morning. We can do nothing until then, anyway. Come on, Phyrrus, go to sleep."

Phyrrus clenched his jaw, and Harry was grateful their bond wasn't sending him all the irritation Phyrrus had to have been feeling, and forced the other boy to settled down. They were in for a long night, and the next day could only get worse.
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Phyrrus and Harry quickly found Anders and Percy were right. A week after they received the letters from the two, and the last week of September, the papers came out with the latest story on Phyrrus and Harry. A story that, the year before, had made its way into the heart of most of the magical populace during the second task of the Triwizard Tournament. The screaming headlines made the Great Hall break into whispers and turn to stare at the couple. Harry shrank back against Phyrrus at their stares, and even more whispers swept through the hall.

"Harry, you have to see this!" Hermione grabbed the paper, tossing it to Harry. He had shown his friends the letters from Percy and Anders, warning them about what was probably coming.

Harry glanced over the headlines, sharing the paper with his bonded, and clenched his eyes shut, hoping it would all be a dream when he opened them. The paper was still there, still blaring the headline. Boy-Who-Lived Coerced Into Bond? Harry wasn't sure where the picture had come from, though he could remember the event well. It was from last term, when Harry had been worried and stressed and gnawing on his fingernails. Phyrrus had gotten a mischievous look on his face, pinned Harry to the wall, and kissed him senseless. This particular picture had been taken near the beginning of the kiss, and Harry did look slightly forced, though both Harry and Phyrrus knew that was not the case.

The make-out session later had been proof enough.

But right now, Harry was concerned with the picture in the paper and the headline following. "Phyrrus, what on earth are we going to do?"

"Not let it affect us," Phyrrus put his foot down. "We can't let it get to us, or they've won. We'll just take each accusation as it comes. How's that?"

Harry nodded, leaning against his boyfriend and sighing. "Why do they always have to attack me?" He muttered, burying his face in Phyrrus's side.

Phyrrus just shook his head. He really wished he knew.
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As October went by, the stories in the paper grew worse and worse, accusing Phyrrus of everything from using Harry for his fame to beating him to rape. "Eyewitnesses" had stated that Harry had seemed unhappy and frightened of Phyrrus, and that Phyrrus had clearly terrified Harry into submission. Several pictures of Harry burrowing into Phyrrus' side--more to get away from the accusing looks of everyone around than anything--were said to hide injuries Phyrrus had given Harry.

Because of Phyrrus' large size, and Harry being smaller than normal, it wasn't hard for people to imagine that Phyrrus was big enough to control Harry physically. There was nearly a foot and a hundred pounds difference in their sizes, which only helped fuel the fire. Harry hated going to the Great Hall anymore, where people traded glances and whispers. What Harry didn't know was that, to Phyrrus, the halls were worse. There, the whispers and glances turned into attacks. People tripped Phyrrus, and threw things at him. But he never told Harry. He also didn't tell Harry about the letters that found their way into his hands filled with insults and anger, and sometimes dangerous substances.

And Harry wouldn't have found out, except for the few that managed to get into his hands at breakfast three weeks into October. "What's that?" Harry leaned over Phyrrus' arms to stare at the letter in his hands. "I don't recognize the writing. Is there no return on it?"

"It's probably nothing," Phyrrus went to put it away, but Harry caught his arm.

"Oh, come on, Phyrrus, let's see," Harry poked his boyfriend, grinning impishly. "Please?"

"I was just going to open it later--" Phyrrus started, but Harry grabbed the letter before Phyrrus could react. Flicking one finger under the seal, Harry started to open it. "Harry--!" Phyrrus ripped the letter away from his boyfriend, scared of what was inside. Harry, flung off the bench from the force Phyrrus grabbed the envelope with, slammed into the stone floor of the Great Hall.

"Phyrrus!" Harry's voice was drowned out with Phyrrus' pained scream. Harry would have liked to say he was the first person to react, but he was so stunned he sat there for several moments as Cyrrus barreled across the room, ripping the letter from Phyrrus' swollen and burned hands and throwing it on the table, mindful of whatever was in the envelope. Harry finally jumped to his feet, jaw dropping when he realized Phyrrus' hands were slowly blackening from whatever he'd touched. Blankly, Harry stared at his own, small, hands and looked back to Phyrrus.

By then, Cyrrus was dragging him from the hall and towards the hospital wing. "Harry?" Ron's voice was soft, a hand dropping onto Harry's shoulder.

"He. . . I hurt Phyrrus." Harry stared at the letter still sitting innocently on the table.

"It was an accident, Harry," Leon's deep voice drifted over his hearing. The man reached for the envelope, dodging when Harry attempted to stop him.

"Don't!"

"Calm down, worry wart," Leon teased gently, hoping to help calm the teen. "I'm wearing gloves. Ron, why don't you take him to the hospital wing. I'll take this to Sev and we'll see if we can't figure out what's on this. Hermione, will you call Chara for me? Ginny, Draco, can you two take the twins? Go ahead and go to class once you calm them down. There is nothing more to here, and nothing to worry about, I'm sure."

The other teens exchanged glances, but allowed Leon to herd them from the room. "When did you get here?" Draco asked, lifting River from the ground.

"Yesterday. My CO told me to lay low for a few days, and since I haven't seen Sev in a week, I came here." Leon shrugged. "I guess it's a good thing. I knew about the newspaper, but I didn't know Phyrrus was getting hate mail."

"Harry didn't either." River finally spoke up.

"Phyrrus never told him," Rayne added. "He didn't want Harry to worry."

Leon shook his head and sighed. "I think Harry's more worried now. I just hope no one got a picture of that. That might do more damage than that letter would have done."

The twins exchanged looks and shook their heads, frowning. Leon put a hand on each of their heads. "Be careful, you two. Repercussions don't only go to one person."

Both of them nodded at him, exchanging a second look and allowing Draco and Ginny to take them from the hall. Neville followed slowly, glancing back to Leon who was rushing to Severus and then from the room. He just hoped everything would be all right.
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Phyrrus was sobbing in pain by the time Harry arrived at the hospital wing, his hands so burnt they had already blistered and turned black. Madame Pomfery was pouring potions over the teen's hands, managing to get off whatever it was on them, and carefully laying them out on the bed. "Ph-Phyrrus?" Harry sniffed, reaching out to wipe away the pained tears on the taller's face. "I'm sorry."

"Did you get anything on you?" Phyrrus managed to grit out, smiling painfully at Harry. "Please tell me you aren't hurt."

"You're the only one hurt. Uncle Leon got the envelope to give to Uncle Sev. He's going to see what's in it, and. . . and Madame Pomfery'll fix your hands and it'll be okay--"

"Harry," Phyrrus' soft voice made Harry look up. "She can't fix my hands--"

"She--she--"

"Harry! Yet, baby. She can't fix them yet. She needs to know what was on them, just in case it reacts with something. Uncle Sev would get that anyway. Just calm down, baby. I'm going to be fine." Phyrrus soothed. "Are you okay? I know you hit the ground pretty hard."

Harry wrapped his arms around Phyrrus' waist from behind, pressing his cheek to the other's back. "I'm all right. Just a scrape. I shouldn't have grabbed your letter."

"You know I don't usually mind," Phyrrus was doing a poor job of keeping the pain from his voice as Harry continued to cuddle him from behind. "Just. . . since I've been getting these letters. . . I knew it might have something in it. I made the choice to take the letter and risk getting hurt."

"It's my fault. If I hadn't--"

"I never told you, Harry." Phyrrus reminded him. "I didn't want you to worry about me."

"Because I'm not worrying now? What if this can't be fixed? What if your hands are like this forever? What if you can't ever use them again?"

"Harry, they'll fix my hands." Phyrrus soothed. "Calm down."

"And why didn't you ever tell me! Phyrrus, you do all kinds of dangerous things for me, you take on all kinds of dangers, you can't hide these things from me!"

"What would you have done about it? It only would have made you worry!"

"Of course I'm worrying! Look at your hands! What if it had landed somewhere else? What if it had killed you! You could have. . . you could have. . . died. . ." Harry collapsed to his knees. "You. . . you can't. . . hide these things. . . from me."

"I didn't want you to worry, Harry. It wouldn't have made a difference--"

"You could have died!" Harry's near hysterical voice made Phyrrus cringe, and the smaller teen raced from the room in tears, ignoring Phyrrus' pleas for him to come back. Phyrrus stared at the door, gold eyes still bright with tears, cheeks wet. Ignoring his pain, Phyrrus stretched one, blackened hand towards the door.
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It was some hours later before anyone found him, curled up in a hidden corner of the castle, tear tracks dried on his cheeks. A gentle hand slowly stroked the exhausted child's hair, making the teen whimper in his sleep, green eyes fluttering open, to regard the owner of the hand. It was not who Harry expected. "Grandma Carlisle?" Harry managed, despite his tear-laced voice.

"Hey, green eyes," Grandma Carlisle offered an affectionate smile. "How're you feeling? You gave the lot of us quite the scare when we came to see Phyrrus."

"Is he okay?"

"He will be," Grandma Carlisle smiled, waving a hand. Odin Carlisle, Chara Lugovalos' younger brother, appeared and lifted Harry easily off the ground, frowning slightly at his weight. "Let's go talk over on that window seat there, how's that? You can tell me what upset you so."

"All right," Harry sniffed, not struggling as Odin carried him to the bench and set him down, allowing Grandma Carlisle to sit on one side as he took the other. "Why are you here?"

"Aside from looking for you?" Grandma Carlisle smiled, gently and teasingly, at the teen. "Chara got the call from Hermione, she sounded pretty desperate. Chara couldn't leave work longer than coming and making sure Phyrrus was fine, and sooth the girls, and then she called Odin and I to come and watch over Phyrrus and find you. Kiera would have come, but Chara knew there was a lot to do at the farm and told her Odin and I were coming instead."

Harry nodded. He wasn't as familiar with Grandma Carlisle or Odin, since he spend most of his time on the Lugovalos family farm, but they had visited enough for him to consider them family. "So you came for Phyrrus?" Harry curled his knees to his chest. It wasn't like they would have come all that way for him, after all. He was just Phyrrus' stupid boyfriend.

"We came for the both of you. Chara was worried sick when she couldn't find you, she thought you would have been with her son. But she had to go back, which was one of the reasons she called us. So what happened? Phyrrus wasn't exactly. . . forthcoming."

"He's been getting hate mail and didn't tell me," Harry choked out. "I. . . I was just teasing, I promise! I didn't mean for him to get hurt!"

"We know that, green eyes," Grandma Carlisle soothed. "But we don't know what happened."

Harry flinched back, burying his face in his hands. "I grabbed it, just to tease! I didn't mean to hurt him, I was just going to open it and give it back, but he yelled at me, grabbed it from my hands so hard I went to the floor. He didn't mean to hurt me, I swear, and. . . and then he started screaming and his hands turned black, and. . . Cyrrus grabbed him and took him to the hospital wing. I was sitting there like an idiot while he was screaming in pain. I didn't do anything! I didn't try to help him or anything, and he was screaming so loud. . . I didn't mean to hurt him--" Lips trembled as tears formed in his eyes again. "--I didn't mean to, I swear--and this is. . . this is all. . . all my fault."

"It wasn't your fault, Harry," Grandma Carlisle soothed, wrapping her arms around him. "You didn't know about the mail. How could you, when Phyrrus didn't tell you?"

"He must be so mad at me!" Harry wailed, cling to the elderly woman. "I'm so stupid! I. . . I was so mad he didn't tell me, and I yelled at him! What kind of monster am I, to yell at him when he's hurt?"

"Trust me, he probably needed it," Grandma Carlisle pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

"It wasn't stupid of you." Odin's voice made Harry start. He'd almost forgotten the quiet man was there. Odin was very awkward around people, and he was very shy and quiet. Going for so long without saying anything made Harry forget that he was sitting there. "It was probably very intelligent. Phyrrus has a very thick head."

Harry stared at the man for several long moments, seeing Chara in Odin for the first time. "You think it was smart?"

"Phyrrus has a protector's complex," Odin shrugged. "Rather like your hero complex, I'd imagine. You both have to save people, but you would save everyone if you could, and Phyrrus doesn't honestly care about most of the populace as long as the ones he cares about are safe."

Harry continued to stare at the man. He had also never heard anything so. . . strange before. "What. . . are you. . . exactly?" Harry was aware it was probably a rude question, but Odin didn't seem to take offence.

"I work in the muggle world as an engineer," Odin shrugged. "Chara often tells me I'm an insensitive prick." Grandma Carlisle glared at her son for using such language in front of Harry.

"Phyrrus is the one at fault here, Harry. You have every right to be angry and worried. I don't blame you at all. Leon has told me about the other stupid things Phyrrus has done to protect you, often without consulting you first. Part of being in a relationship is having communication. Phyrrus wants you to be happy so badly he. . . neglects to tell you about some of the important things, if he knows they'll hurt you." Grandma Carlisle heaved a sigh. "I'm afraid that may be something you'll have to get at least partially used to. However, today he did receive a good reaming out from his mother for hiding this particular secret."

Harry nodded, dejected, and rose to his feet. "Will his hands be all right?"

"They will be stiff for a week or two as new skin regrows, but he will be fine in no time. But Harry, I want you to remember that this couldn't have been your fault, all right? There is no way you could have prevented this not knowing that Phyrrus was receiving dangerous mail, especially since he usually lets you steal his letters." Grandma Carlisle put her foot down. "It will be fine. I promise."

Harry bit his lip, but nodded anyway, allowing Odin to lead him back towards the infirmary. He hoped she was right.
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