Don't even have the right initials, so just doodling for fun.

Hiding in Plain Sight

He arrived just as Ron's breakfast dishes were being removed. Hermione was giving Harry a look that Gestapo interrogators would be envious of. "Hey guys. Did you catch any of the Quidditch game from the windows here?"

"No. Just finished breakfast, mate. Takes forever to eat with my arms like they are."

Harry ducked his head, "Maybe if they got you bigger utensils... Think if they got you a bigger spoon you could still eat as much as you like to, and move your arm half as much."

Ron smiled, "Now that's a helpful idea. Hermy here just told me not to eat as much."

"Ron, it's not as if you're getting any physical activity here. I was just pointing out that you shouldn't have as much demand on your energy stores." Hermione tossed her hair back.

Harry held up his hands, "Maybe it's just my guilt speaking here, but I think if he's hungry he should eat. After all, your bodies are working hard to heal." Harry looked towards the windows, "Though maybe they could see about getting you some of those meal-shakes the Americans came up with for dieters. If you could sip your food through a straw, you wouldn't need to stress your arms." Harry looked back at his friends, "Unless you want me to feed you, Ron."

The tips of Ron's ears went red. "No problem. Those shakes sound good."

Hermione eyed Harry a bit suspiciously, for a moment. "I'll make sure to ask Madam Pomfrey next time she's through. I suppose my parents could get samples from the store if she hasn't heard of it."

Harry smiled. "Good to know Dudley's diets have some benefit." They all laughed.

Harry ran his hand through his hair. "Um, I got a letter from Gringotts today. That's why I'm late."

Ron and Hermione shared a look before looking back to Harry. "So what's happening, mate?"

"Well, it was from Sirius." Harry pulled the now edited letter from his pocket and handed it to Hermione. "Seems he made me his heir, and I'm to waste all the money on pranks and brooms."

Ron's face contorted into a variety of expressions, finally settling on 'comforter'. Hermione made a moue of distaste, looking up from the letter, but put on a smile when she looked up at Harry, and passed the letter to Ron. "He wants you to be happy. Of course, you'll need to save some for a rainy day, not to mention the lawyer's fees." She reached for parchment and quill by her bed, and a look of agony shot across her features. Harry was alarmed, but knew better than to say anything. She began writing what looked to be quite a long list. "Since they canceled our classes to take care of all Umbridge's leavings, why don't you get these books for me, and we'll start figuring out what you'll need to handle this."

Harry smiled, and could practically hear Sirius laughing. "And I'm sure Ron here has plenty of Quidditch catalogs to start on my orders." He smiled at Ron, "Unless you think I should just order us all Firebolts."

Ron's eyes were a bit moist looking up from the letter, but he laughed. "Best way to let him get back at me Mum, I expect. But to do this Marauder style, I think you should get all the Owl Post Catalogs from Madam Pince when you get the books."

Harry smiled. "Well, as soon as my orders are complete," he nodded at Hermione, "I think we have pranks to plan for next year."