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Chapter 9

Harry and Ron joined the others downstairs. Molly seemed to have taken Harry's request of 'something quiet' seriously as, while the breakfast she'd made was fit for a King, there didn't seem to be any extreme fan-fare announcing his birthday. What made him happiest was just having the company on his birthday, not the gifts.

The gifts though were an added bonus...

Harry's birthday gift from the elder Weasleys caused him to choke up, tears swimming in his eyes. The gift was a gold watch, with stars circling around the face instead of hands. The watch was actually very old and was slightly dented on the back, but Harry didn't care. It had been passed down through the family, and once belonged to her brother Fabian and had come to her upon her brother's passing. Harry had been about to refuse the gift at that point but Molly explained to him it was tradition to give a wizard a watch when he came of age. As she considered him to be a surrogate son, she felt it was appropriate for him to inherit the watch. He gave her the most heartfelt hug he could and tried to put all of his unsaid feelings into it. Molly in turn teared up a bit and hugged him back just as tightly.

From Hermione, he got a new Sneakoscope, his old one having been damaged in their previous years at Hogwarts. This one was also a Pocket Sneakoscope but Hermione told him that she and Ichigo had managed to carefully charm the thing to only go off in their heads. Essentially, instead of announcing to all and sundry that there was someone with ill intent around it would instead sound the alarm in their heads (only in the heads of those whom Hermione and Ichigo had charmed it to affect, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Ichigo and his group, etc.) while other individuals in the surrounding area wouldn't hear a thing. This would allow them the chance to escape quietly or set a trap for the individual/s who meant them harm. Harry could add others to the Sneakoscopes list of people later on, too. Hermione admitted that she alone would never have been able to modify the Sneakoscope as the actual power behind the alteration was all Ichigo's.

Harry then got an enchanted razor from Bill and Fleur. As he and Ron were now seventeen they both had started to get a little bit of peach-fuzz on their upper-lips. Harry was a bit embarrassed about it, especially when Bill promised to show him how the razor worked.

From the Delacours he received a large 'sampler' box of premium chocolates with various flavors which included anything from white chocolate to truffles to miniature chocolate frogs with various centers like cherry or lemon or raspberry. Harry's eyes had widened in surprise at all the different flavors just in the one box and realized it was charmed to be larger on the inside. Once one 'layer' was finished and the lid was closed, the next layer would be made available. All in all there were twenty layers of twenty chocolates. He thanked them profusely as he realized it was actually a Very expensive gift.

"Anyzing for ze one who saved our darling Gabrielle!" was the Matron Delacour's response.

From Fred and George he got a large box of merchandise from their shop. Everything from Tongue Tied Toffees to Canary Crèmes to Ninja Darkness Powder. There were even a few new items in the box for Harry, items that wouldn't be on their shelves for a few weeks yet. Everyone laughed as the Twins showed off the new pranks (Molly shook her head, but even she had a faint smile on her lips at their antics).

From Tatsuki and Orihime Harry received a box of advanced defensive magical items. Mostly it was books on defense. One was 'Clever uses of every day Charms', another was '101 ways to make a Quick Escape using First Year spells' and had some very clever uses for basic spells. The last book had actually been written by the Twins.

"Even a Firsty needs to know how to protect themselves right now," had been their grim reasoning, "And if it's a Firsty facing a group of Death Eaters, the best thing for them to do is Get Away Fast."

From Ginny... she called him into her room at one point when the others were all busy laughing and joking around while playing with the Twin's gift, with Harry's permission. She turned to him after shutting the door part way and said to him softly, "Happy Seventeenth Harry."

"Thanks," he said, staring at her nervously. Despite the fact that he had never been in her room, he had the presence of mind to try to look around. It was if he had blinders. His full attention was on the girl he liked.

"I couldn't think of what to get you," she admitted softly, fiddling cutely with a strand of her hair.

"You didn't –" Harry started slowly before trailing off.

"I didn't know what would be useful," she said in a rush, "Nothing too big of course, because you wouldn't be able to take it with you if it's too big."

She was not tearful, which he was grateful for. Instead she appeared to be resolute, if saddened, by the knowledge that he would be going somewhere where she could not follow. She stepped closer to him and reached out to gently touch his hand. He turned his hand to clasp hers in his grasp.

"Then I thought," Ginny said softly, "that maybe it would be better to have something to remember me by. You know, if you meet some Veela wherever you end up doing what you're doing."

"I think the chances of that are going to be quite slim, to be honest," Harry admitted with a faint smile. Her lips twitched into a faint smile at his words.

"That's a plus, although Rukia told me that every time she turned around she and Ichigo were running into yet another top-heavy girl who absolutely had to help, or get help from, Ichigo..." Ginny sighed and looked down, "how do I know you won't run into the same problem?"

"Ginny –" before he could reassure her she was kissing him in a way she had not kissed him before and he was happily kissing her back and falling into a blissful oblivion.

Until the door banged open all the way and they jumped apart from the sudden interruption. Both of them turned bright red at being caught.

"Oh," Ron said, "Sorry."

"Sure you are," Ichigo said with a scowl, looping his arm around Ron's neck and dragging him forcibly away. In all honesty Ron hadn't sounded sorry at all and Harry found himself certain that Ron had been in 'Big Brother Mode' despite the fact that he knew Harry wouldn't do anything untoward.

"Sorry about that, he was attacking twitchy as soon as you left the room and he managed to get away from us," Rukia apologized, sticking her head quickly into the room before she pulled the door back to its half-shut state and hurried after the pair quickly to keep Ichigo from killing Ron for being over-protective.

"S'okay," Harry murmured to the now empty doorway. He looked back at Ginny, but she had turned away and was staring out the window at the grassy hills.

"Ginny –" Harry started before again falling silent, uncertain of what to say.

"Promise me," Ginny said suddenly, "Promise me that you'll be careful?"

"As careful as I can be," he promised, moving to take her hand again in his.

"I wish…" she whispered as she leaned into him, "that Ichigo or Uryu – or someone, someone older, someone we know is strong enough and that we trust – was going with you."

Harry knew what she meant; he rather wished Ichigo was going with them, as well. On the other hand...

"Somehow I think they've figured out a way to keep an eye on us," Harry admitted as he gave her a rueful smile. He felt Ginny's shoulders shake with silent laughter.

"Hermione said something similar, only it was more like she knew exactly how they were going to do it," she turned around to smile back at him. "We should rejoin them – before Ichigo kills Ron." Her lips twitched. "I'm surprised he didn't do it sooner, actually."

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arm around her shoulder as they slipped out of the room and started back toward the crowded den. "Ron does seem to manage to push the right buttons there, doesn't he? I imagine one of these days he'll be sporting a pair of bunny ears."

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Harry, to his disappointment, did not get a chance to find out what Ichigo may have said to Ron (or threatened to turn him into) to get him to behave. This was mainly because they were distracted by the arrival of Charlie, the second Weasley son and Bill's Best Man.

Charlie had no sooner stepped foot in the house when his mother was forcing him into a chair, and with a threatening wand, told him he was about to get a proper haircut. Charlie very briefly tried to put up a fight (verbal more than anything) but finally relented with the understanding that after the wedding he was charming his hair back to be the usual scruffy look that he preferred. Molly merely pursed her lips and said nothing while she trimmed his hair to be nice and neat.

It was even more amusing when she tried to force Ichigo into the seat next to Charlie with a glare. Ichigo's eyes widened, surprised and a bit – alarmed, Harry thought, as he appeared to stammer for an excuse not to get his hair cut. His hair was currently shoulder length and looked like it did when he first exited the Dangai after training with his father. Molly had even managed to wrangle Ichigo into the seat when Rukia suddenly put herself between her fiancée and Molly, her arms straight out to the sides in a defense block. She had a very stubborn expression on her face.

"No," she said simply and emphatically.

Molly blinked with surprise at that, her wand half-pointed at Ichigo's head. He was actually watching the wand with the wariness that one gave a potentially venomous snake.

"I'm sorry?" Molly said with another rapid blink.

"I like his hair the way it is," Rukia said forcefully.

Ichigo blushed and scratched the back of his head as the others in the room, including several of the male Weasleys and Mr. Delacour, all had to stifle their laughter. Most of his friends were in the room and were all desperately trying not to laugh save for Tatsuki, who, in knowing Rukia as well as she did, let out a single bark of laughter before shaking her head and grinning at her friend.

"It just needs a little bit of neatening..." Molly said with a raised brow. "I won't take off but a bit to even the edges..."

"No," Rukia said, voice still firm.

Arthur coughed into his hand to hide a chuckle and leaned forward to touch his wife's arm as he whispered in her ear. No one was quite sure what he said but it was something that caused her to back down and relent with a rueful smile at Rukia. Rukia smiled brightly at her in return, as if they'd never had a face-off, and Ichigo heaved a sigh of relief as he was able to stand and move away from the chair he'd been forced into. Ron was rapidly forced into his place with a yelp and a sulking look.

Orihime leaned forward a bit. "That was awkward," she whispered to Tatsuki and Hermione. Both girls nodded in response to the statement.

"Is there a problem with his hair?" Harry asked, curiously.

Orihime nodded. "It's connected to his power-up. It – won't cut. Or is it that it won't stay cut?" she mused thoughtfully, tapping her chin and tilting her head to the side. "I forget which it was…"

Tatsuki snorted and shook her head as she cross her arms. "It won't stay cut; grows out overnight if you cut it. Yuzu's tried to cut it already, both magically and with a pair of plain old scissors. It grew back in less than four hours; you could actually see it growing. It was like watching one of those time lapse videos."

That caused a momentary bout of confusion for those who overheard the comment and had been raised in the Wizarding world. Tatsuki however was not keen on explaining the concept of a 'time lapse video' despite the looks she received so their curiosity was left unabated.

"So – Rukia –" Harry said after a few moments of stubborn silence.

"Jumped in to stop a lot of awkward questions," Ichigo said as the pair joined them off to the side of the room. Rukia sniffed delicately and linked her arm in Ichigo's as she leaned against him.

"Partly. I also do like his hair this way," she admitted with a wink to the others, "it's fun to play with."

Ichigo sighed softly, but he wisely said nothing regarding that particular comment. "Well, I hope neither of us gets tired of it then, because we're stuck with it. Permanently."

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Harry's birthday was celebrated outside as the dinner would have stretched the kitchen's dimensions to the breaking point and that was before Charlie, Lupin, Tonks and Hagrid arrived. Molly had been fretting over the situation for a bit until Harry had idly mentioned that it was such a nice day outside to Ron and Hermione and that he was going to go and enjoy it. The subsequent 'Ah Hah!' shout from the Weasley Matron had startled the Golden Trio when they started for the door and they quickly left when she started shrinking and then floating several items out the windows with no real explanation.

"Best not to bother her when she gets like that," Ron said knowingly.

An attempt was then made to decorate and make the place look cheery, with paper lanterns and other birthday streamers draped artistically over trees and bushes. Mrs. Weasley baked a giant, beach-ball sized cake decorated like a Snitch. Rukia had leaned into Ichigo's side and said to him in an undertone that her cake, while impressive, did not equal Yuzu's cake for her birthday three years earlier. Ichigo agreed with her on that as Yuzu was a much younger cook/baker and had not used any magic in the baking of the cake. This made her achievement all the more impressive in his mind. Of course, he was biased as he was her big brother... however Tatsuki and both Orihime, who had both come to admire the works of art in progress, agreed with him and Rukia. More bias since they too knew Yuzu so well? Perhaps...

Hagrid's arrival of course was always exciting. He showed up via flying motorcycle and while Harry felt a small pang of regret at the sight as he recalled that the motorcycle had belonged to Sirius, he no longer felt the urge to find something to break or a hole to curl up and cry in. Mr. Weasley though, was missing out on an opportunity to look over a charmed muggle/mundane item as he was at work. As the others joked about Mr. Weasley's love of said items, Hagrid made his way over to Harry and he gave him a small, furry drawstring pouch.

"Mokeskin," Hagrid said with a wide grin. "Hide anythin' in there an' no one but the owner can get it out. Rare, they are."

"Thanks, Hagrid!" Harry said as he looked over the pouch.

What Harry had to do was be the first one to put anything in the pouch for it to register his magical signature as its owner. Harry shrugged and popped his glasses into the pouch and then had Ron try to see if he could take them out. No luck for Ron but Harry was able to remove and slip his glasses back on.

They started the party without Arthur Weasley, who was late getting home from work. However, before they could all sit down to eat, a streak of light flew into the yard and landed on the table, where it took the shape of a silvery weasel Patronus, which stood up on its hind legs and spoke to them with Arthur's voice, "Minister of Magic coming with me."

The Patronus then dissolved into thin air. Silence reigned as everyone blinked at where it had been, momentarily stunned by the sudden message. Lupin moved first, standing swiftly and almost knocking over the chair he'd been sitting in.

"We can't be here," he said, "I'm sorry Harry – I'll explain another time but we have to go. Tonks!" he took Tonks's wrist as she jerked out of her seat and pulled her away and outside of the wards protecting the house. A moment later and a Crack! echoed loudly as the two Apparated away.

Molly looked bewildered, staring first at the spot the two had vacated then back to where Mr. Weasley's Patronus had been. "The Minister? But – I don't understand..."

"Harry –" Ichigo said slowly.

Harry looked over at Ichigo and nodded, understanding the older boy's intent to get him 'out of sight out of mind'. He really didn't want to talk to anyone other than his friends and their families. "Let's go inside."

"Good idea –" Hermione started to agree and they were just standing when Arthur appeared at the gate, accompanied closely by the Minister.

The two men marched across the yard. Arthur looked extremely nervous while Scrimgeour appeared much older than he had the last time they had seen him just a few short months ago. He also had a slightly grim expression, or perhaps more that he looked like he was doing something he'd rather not have to do.

"Sorry to be a party crasher," the Minister said, looking over at the birthday cake. He ignored the others at the gathering and turned to look at Harry. "Happy Birthday."

His tone said that it was a belated courtesy that he was being forced to say only to maintain a level of politeness that he didn't even want to extend.

"Thanks," Harry said coolly in response and nodded.

Harry had no idea why Scrimgeour seemed to be in a foul mood but he wasn't going to show the Minister any more courtesy than was expressed by the older man and it wasn't just because Harry wasn't happy with the Ministry itself. Harry wasn't the one crashing a birthday party and being rude about it.

"I require a private word with you," Scrimgeour said, ignoring Harry's tone, "as well as Mr. Ronald Weasley, and Miss Hermione Granger." His gaze drifted over to Ichigo with some distaste. "And Mr. Kurosaki."

Ichigo's name was spoken with mild dislike, barely restrained. One of Ichigo's eyebrows rose as he too tried to figure out what was up with the older man's mood.

"Us? Why?" Ron asked, surprised, sharing a look with the other three.

"I shall tell you when we are somewhere more private," he turned to Arthur. "Do you have such a place?"

"Yes, of course. The sitting room," Arthur nodded, his eyes drifting to Ichigo with some relief; the three teens would not be alone with the Minister. "Ron?"

"Y – Yea, sure," Ron nodded, like his father he was relieved that Ichigo would be with them, and led the way inside to the room in question.

No one spoke while they passed through the house into the sitting room and the Weasley elders carefully made sure that the others stayed outside and didn't try to eavesdrop. Harry lit the lamps with his wand when they entered the room, no longer under Ministry Trace due to being seventeen (He was, he admitted to himself, also purposefully tweaking the Minister's nose with that knowledge) and the Trio arranged themselves on the sofa opposite the Minister. Ichigo moved to stand, more that he leaned, against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He had a faint, suspicious scowl on his face as he eyed the Minister warily.

"I have questions for each of you individually –" Scrimgeour started.

"Like hell," Ichigo said shortly, interrupting the older man.

"No one is going anywhere," Harry nodded his agreement with Ichigo's statement.

Scrimgeour gazed at the pair coldly for several long moments. Again both boys wondered why the hell the man was so pissed off. "Very well," he said, shrugging finally, "I am here because of Albus Dumbledore's will."

Ichigo shifted his weight against the wall, and the four looked at each other with various levels of surprise.

"A surprise! You were not aware that he had left you anything?" Scrimgeour said with a raised brow.

"All of us?" Ron gaped.

"Yes, all of you –" The Minister started but was yet again interrupted, much to his annoyance.

"Professor Dumbledore died over a month ago. Why has it taken this long?" Harry demanded to know.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Ichigo asked snidely, "They wanted to examine everything carefully."

"You had no right to do that!" Hermione exclaimed, her voice trembling with contained rage.

"I had every right," Scrimgeour said firmly as he waved a hand and dismissed her complaint. "The Decree for Justifiable Confiscation gives the Ministry the power to confiscate the contents of a will –"

"That law was created to prevent Dark Artifacts from being passed on!" Hermione snapped starting to stand. Only Ron's hand on her shoulder kept her rooted to her seat, "and the Ministry is supposed to have very strong evidence that the Deceased's possessions are illegal before seizing them! You can't seriously believe Professor Dumbledore was passing on something that was cursed?"

"Very good, Miss Granger," Scrimgeour said, both impressed and annoyed by the outburst. "Are you planning on a career in Magical Law Enforcement?"

"No," she nearly snarled as she sat back and crossed her arms.

Ron stifled sudden laughter and Ichigo's lips twitched at the girl's response.

"So why now? Couldn't think of a reason to keep them anymore?" Harry spoke up.

"Because the thirty-one days are up, and they can't keep the objects any longer if they aren't dangerous," Hermione snapped.

Scrimgeour ignored Hermione's outburst and turned to Ron. "Would you say you were particularly close to Dumbledore, Ronald?"

"Me?" Ron was on the verge of babbling when a crushing heaviness swept over the room, robbing them of breath, but only for a brief moment. The Minister looked baffled by the sensation, pulling a handkerchief to brief pat as his suddenly damp with nerves/fear forehead, but the Trio knew what it was – Ichigo had, momentarily, unleashed his reiatsu as a warning to Ron to keep his mouth closed.

Barely a moment later Rukia, Tatsuki and Orihime came running into the room.

"Ichigo –!" Each of them cried out but then came to a halt when they saw that there was nothing wrong.

"Sorry," he said, giving them a long look. "My – control – slipped a bit. I didn't mean to worry you."

"Uh-huh," Rukia said, giving him a long look.

She knew that he had to intentionally let himself be felt, as he was no longer on anyone's radar. Even Yamamoto couldn't sense him if Ichigo didn't wish it. He'd gotten very good at concealing his Reitsu.

Orihime appeared baffled by situation, but allowed herself to be steered out of the room by Tatsuki. Rukia trailed, looking back over her shoulder at her fiancée before leaving things in Ichigo's capable hands.

The Minister gave Ichigo an assessing look. "You," he finally said, "are a very dangerous young man."

One side of Ichigo's mouth twitched. "To have as an enemy – yes." The pair stared at each other for another long moment before Ichigo spoke. "You were saying?"

Scrimgeour did not reply; instead he pulled a scroll of parchment from inside his cloak, cleared his throat and read aloud, "The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore…." He read, "Ah, yes here it is… 'to Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it.'"

The Minister took an object out of the bag he had; it looked something like a cigarette lighter. Harry knew what it did; he had seen Professor Dumbledore use it before. It would, when clicked, suck all of the light out of a location – sort of like casting a Nox – but it could also light things back up at said location when done. It was like causing a contained/isolated power outage.

"That object is valuable and probably unique. We believe Professor Dumbledore designed it himself. Why would he have left you so rare an item?"

Ron shrugged, as baffled as the Minister seemed to be that he'd inherited such a unique item from the Headmaster. Scrimgeour stared closely at him before speaking again.

"Dumbledore taught thousands of students, and yet you four are the only ones he remembered in his will. Why is that? To what use did he think you would put the Deluminator?"

Ron simply shrugged again, still looking confused. "Put out lights?" he finally guessed, weakly. Really though, that was the only thing the item was said to do so...what else did the Minister expect him to say?

Scrimgeour gazed at him through narrow eyes before he turned back to the will and again cleared his throat before reading aloud.

"'To Miss Hermione Granger, I leave my copy of 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard', in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive.'" Scrimgeour's voice held a note of disbelief in it.

Ichigo blinked at that and he was sure Hermione's mind was already in overdrive as well. The giveaway word there was 'instructive.' He was pretty sure Hermione had picked up on it, also.

Dumbledore knew what the trio was going to be doing. Even though Dumbledore was trying to get acclimated to living in the Soul Society as a 'Spirit' instead of his normal visits (Ichigo knew that there was one saddened instance where the dead Headmaster had gotten up to go 'home' only to stop and realize that 'home' was no longer Hogwarts. Dumbledore had recovered quick enough from Ichigo's understanding but he knew that the Headmaster had taken it hard when reality set in on him, even if he didn't show it), he was trying to assist the trio in their mission and guide them along the way.

Scrimgeour pulled out of the bag a small, ancient book whose binding was stained and peeling. Hermione took the book silently and almost reverently placed it on her lap and several tears started their trek silently down her cheeks.

"Why do you think Dumbledore left you that book, Miss Granger?"

"He... he knew I liked books," she whispered.

"Like doesn't quite cover it," Ichigo said quietly. Hermione turned to look at him, briefly; when their eyes met, he knew they were thinking on the same wavelength.

"Why that particular book?"

"I – I don't know. He must have thought I would enjoy it," she ran a finger along the books spine. "He knew I was interested in history too and... and these Tales are a part of Wizarding history. I've... never read them before..."

"Did you ever discuss codes? Secret messages?" The Minister asked the questions rapid-fire.

"No," she shook her head, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. She looked up at the Minister suddenly, her eyes filled with hostile annoyance. "And if the Ministry hasn't found any codes in thirty-one days, I doubt I will."

Scrimgeour looked doubtful, ignoring the girl's ire and turned back to the will. "'To Harry James Potter,'" he read and Harry tensed, "'I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill.'"

When the Minister took out the small, golden ball, the silver wings fluttered feebly and they all stared at the Snitch with budding anticipation. "Why did Dumbledore leave you this Snitch?"

"No idea," Harry shrugged as he eyed the snitch, "For the reasons you just read, I suppose."

"A symbolic keepsake?" Scrimgeour said with a note of incredulity in his tone.

"It was his style," Ichigo cut in, earning a stern glare from the Minister, which he subsequently ignored. "Besides, what other reason would he have?"

"I am asking the questions," he reprimanded stiffly. He turned back to Harry. "I noticed your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch. Why is that?"

Ichigo snorted with incredulity while Hermione laughed with derision and Ron and Harry just stared at him, slack-jawed with surprise at the sudden...paranoia from the Minister. Hermione muttered a comment about 'reading too much 003' (the Wizarding world's take on 007: James Bond from what Harry understood, with books like 003: Prime Spy or 003: Power of Three) that caused Ron to develop a hacking fit as he tried to hide his laughter.

"Oh, I'm sure it's not a reference to the fact that Harry's a great Seeker, that's just too-obvious," Hermione said, shaking her head. "Secret messages in the icing, perhaps?"

"No, that's not it," the Minister glared at them. "But a Snitch is a very good hiding place for small objects. Do you know why?"

"Snitches have flesh memories," came the prim response from Hermione.

"What?" Harry, Ron and Ichigo all said together, surprised that she knew anything about Quidditch... especially information that Harry and Ron didn't already know.

"Correct," the Minister nodded, "A Snitch is not touched by bare skin at all before it is released, not even its maker, who always wears gloves. There is an enchantment on it, so that the first human to lay hands on it can be identified in case a capture is under dispute. This Snitch," he held up the tiny ball, "remembers your touch Potter, and no others. It's possible that he could have enchanted this Snitch to open only at your touch."

Harry was aware that the others were staring at him. Ichigo's eyes were nearly boring a hole into his back, causing him to fidget and glance over his shoulder at the older boy.

"You have nothing to say? Perhaps you already know what this contains?" Scrimgeour asked with a raised brow.

"No," Harry said tersely, wondering how to take the Snitch without touching it. He wished he knew Legilimency like Ichigo; he could tell Hermione's brain was already whirring away.

"Take it," Scrimgeour said firmly.

Harry stared at the Minister and knew he had no choice but to do so. He nodded and reached out his. The Minister placed the Snitch very slowly and very delicately into Harry's hand before releasing it.

Nothing happened.

"Well," Harry said coolly as the wings fluttered weakly once, the wing-tips brushing almost fondly against his palm before it stilled, "that was anticlimactic."

"Is that it?" Ichigo asked in a bored tone as he shifted against the wall.

"Of course not. Dumbledore left Potter a second bequest," Scrimgeour said, eyes narrowing suspisously on the Boy-Who-Lived.

"What?" Harry asked with a blink

He did not read from the will. "The Sword of Gryffindor."

Author's Notes:

Nox: The wand-extinguishing charm is the countercharm for the wand-lighting charm (Lumos). It causes the light at the end of the caster's wand to be extinguished. harrypotter. /wiki /Wand-Extinguishing_Charm

The Deluminator: also known as the Put-Outer, is a device used by Albus Dumbledore (the first known owner and designer of the one Deluminator known to exist) to remove light sources from the Deluminator's immediate surroundings, as well as bestow them. It looks like a standard silver cigarette lighter. Dumbledore left the Deluminator to Ron Weasley in his will after his death. harrypotter. wikia wiki /Deluminator

Beedle the Bard: (fl. 15th century) was an author of wizarding fairytales. Beedle was born in Yorkshire, England. At some point in his life, he wrote The Tales of Beedle the Bard. The only known image of Beedle is a woodcut that shows him with a "luxuriant" beard. Taking his stories as an indicator of his opinions, he seems to have held Muggles in higher esteem than most of his contemporaries. harrypotter. /wiki /Beedle_the_Bard

Mokeskin (also stylised moke skin and moke-skin) is the hide of a moke. It retains the property of its owner to shrink when approached by someone unfamiliar, and is thus used to make moneybags, purses, and pouches. Gloves can also be made from the material, and are sold at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. harrypotter. wikia wiki /Mokeskin

A Mokeskin pouch is a kind of small bag that is used for storing items, which no one but the owner can get out. It appears small on the outside, but an enchantment allows it to have much greater carrying capacity than any Muggle pouch of comparable size. Harry Potter received one from Rubeus Hagrid as a birthday present. Harry placed inside the pouch several possessions that initially appeared worthless and solely sentimental, but each turned out to be vitally important during the events of the following year. Rufus Scrimgeour also owned one, much larger than the one Hagrid had given Harry, which he used to keep the contents of Dumbledore's will and deliver them to Harry, Ron and Hermione. harrypotter. wikia wiki /Mokeskin_pouch