I've said many times before, Little Rosy is four years old.
Chapter 6: Champions of the World, Letters, Shopping in Diagon Alley
The entire British Wizard World was in shock as the weeks went by, England against all odds, finished first in their group, knocked out Italy in the first knockout round, the three time World champions, were stunned by a 790-350 score line. England then proceeded to defeat Spain in the Quarterfinals, who were the champions of the last World Cup and Ireland in the semi-finals in a heated derby. Critics and Quidditch pundits quickly changed their views on the current England side, labeling them as the best side since the team who won the Cup back in the 40's, however the team refused to celebrate just yet, there was simply no room for complacence.
Reporters were frustrated that the players refused to be interviewed, the training sessions were completely closed to the public.
Ray was adamant in making training a living hell for his players, pushing them beyond their limits, this was the crucial time of the tournament, the final, success or failure was all down to this match, especially as it was against the French. The French National Quidditch Team had the best chasers second only to England, Harry, Elan and Roger were intrigued as they watched the matches of the French chasers from memories projected from a pensieve an hour from the match held in Paris.
"They're good, but not as good as I predicted." Elan muttered. Roger and Harry nodded, it wouldn't be much of a challenge.
"They might not seem so now but wait until you get in the skies." Ray said with a serious face.
"Yes boss." The three chasers chorused and the team crowded around a Quaffle portkey, which would transport them to the stadium in Paris.
"Activate." Immediately, they were sucked into a vortex and were regurgitated into a tent obviously expanded by magic to house the players.
"Alright, here we go." Ray said as he straightened his tie and walked out of the tent, Harry smirked while he followed suit, already in his white Quidditch robes. The team was immediately greeted by the cool night filled with loud screams and roars from fans who were struggling against men who were dressed in black suits, and sunglasses with communication ear pieces in their ears. The team waved to the fans while strolling towards the stadium, the bodyguards situating themselves in a row on both sides of the team, barring the fans off.
After entering the stadium, the team brought out their shrunken brooms and casted an engorgement charm on them, returning them back to their normal state.
"Alright lads, this is it, we're one step away, one step away from being world champions, from showing the world that England's era has begun. Go out and enjoy." Ray said animatedly.
The team nodded and positioned themselves at the tunnel entrance for their queue.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final of the Under 17 Quidditch World Cup, today we are blessed with a great match between two fantastic teams, both who had won all their games so far in this tournament- first the home side, France- Keeper: Bernard, Beaters: Petit and Martin, Chasers: Moreau, Durand and Dubois and Seeker: Richard." The French commentator bellowed. Loud cheers erupted in the French section as their team flew out of a tunnel near the top of the stadium wearing deep ocean blue robes. They did a lap around the stadium before steadying themselves at their half of the pitch.
"I agree with my French counterpart that this will be one cracking match, now ladies and gentlemen, I give you, our finest English team since 1944, Keeper: Jones, Beaters: Jason and Jeremy Bale, Seeker: Diggory, Chasers: Davies! Malfoy! annnddddddd POTTER! At the mentioning of their star chasers, the stadium was drowned with loud cheers and screams, mostly from the female fans. The screams and cheers furthermore intensified as the English team flew out of the tunnel and did their pre-match lap around the stadium.
The referee than signaled for the captains, Harry and Moreau to shake hands, then both teams got into position. In the top box, Draco Malfoy was cheering wildly for his elder brother and Harry, not caring that his father was face-smacking himself for his son's un-purebloodish way, Narcissa just smiled proudly as she saw Elan and Harry's faces projected on a large magical screen, seeing Harry smile so happy warmed her heart, a child as special as Harry should have never been treated so poorly as he did.
"Where is my dear cousin, Elan told me that Harry did send tickets." Narcissa pondered and suddenly, like a summoning charm; Sirius Black was walking confidently towards her with a large Cheshire cat grin on his face, wearing a black Miu Miu suit.
"Hello dearest Cissy." Sirius said with a large grin on his face. Narcissa smiled back and hugged Sirius, who had been like a brother to her since their toddler days.
"I'm so glad you could make it tonight, Harry would be very happy to know that you're here for him." Narcissa said.
"Of course I came, my brilliant awesome godson's the best chaser of England since father's time." Sirius said proudly.
Lucius just rolled his eyes but smiled when he shook Sirius' hand, he was very sure that Sirius would have ended up in Slytherin House, as he was very famous for cracking devious jokes on unfortunate people; to say Lucius was surprised would be a very large understatement when Sirius was sorted in Gryffindor, however so, they still had mutual respect towards each other, especially after Narcissa was married to him.
"Where's Remus?" Narcissa asked, looking amidst all the people in the box.
"Umm, Moony couldn't make it tonight, Dumbledore sent him on a mission not long ago. I rarely see him these days" Sirius said sadly, shaking his head.
"Father, Mother, Uncle Siri, match's going to start now." Draco shouted animatedly, drawing a disapproving look from Lucius, a giggle from Narcissa and a wide smile from Sirius.
Indeed, the English team had finished talking about their game plan in a huddled circle on their brooms and was in position. The referee threw the Quaffle high into the air from the center of the pitch, instantly Harry caught the Quaffle and immediately sped full speed towards the French Hoops, dodging two French chasers, Harry threw the Quaffle and the English fans roared with delight as they opened the scoring.
Instead of celebrating wildly, Harry retreated back to defense along with Elan and Roger, who immediately won back the Quaffle and after doing a quick one two with Elan, scored again. In another end in the top box, a silver haired blonde was watching a certain black haired youth who intercepted the Quaffle and flew at an astonishing speed towards the French Hoops.
Ever since that fateful encounter in the café several days ago, Fleur Delacour found herself thinking more and more about Harry Potter, even the smallest things that he did; such as the way he smiled that seem to say "I care", the soft tone of his voice when he spoke, and those gorgeous emerald eyes that could see through her.
All the boys Fleur had seen and met at Beauxbatons either just drooled at the sight of her or just stared at her well shaped chest, however, Harry had treated her like a normal woman- no- lady with total respect; something which she had never felt from anyone except her father. She couldn't help but feel drawn to him, he was just different in a very special way, her thoughts were lost as her hands covered her mouth in fear when she saw Harry narrowly dodge a bludger before passing the Quaffle to the blonde chaser.
Fleur also had to admit, Harry was as good as the press had had said he was, again Fleur smiled, Harry didn't openly flaunt and boast about his skills, his humbleness impressed her greatly.
"He is very dashing, if I have to say so myself." Apolline said to her eldest daughter with a knowing smile, making Fleur blush slightly.
Gabrielle, meanwhile was cheering loudly for her idol and huge crush on her father's shoulder, behind her magically charmed binoculars; whilst her father tried to calm the little veela down with no avail. Meanwhile, in the air, Harry received the Quaffle from his keeper, and accelerated towards the French hoops, noting the positions of the beaters and the opposing chasers, Harry darted, feinted and flew passed all of the opposition players and chucked the Quaffle through the middle hoop, it flew passed the keeper's helpless arms, gasps could be heard as Harry nearly got slammed in the face by a roaring bludger which only whizzed past the side of his face.
The English fans were all crazy with delight as they watched the solo effort, the stadium was now filled with loud chants of, "HARRY! HARRY! HARRY! HARRY!" Harry just held out a number one gesture as he did a quick lap around the stadium. England soon controlled the match's tempo as they led by 400 points. Then after what seemed to be hours to the fanatic fans, the match ended with Cedric catching the snitch again, keeping his one hundred percent record in all their matches in the World Cup.
The magical screen showed Cedric being swarmed by robes of white as the whole team hugged each other tightly, they had finally done it, and they were now young champions of the world. Together as a team, England landed on the grass pitch dropped their brooms temporarily. Forming a line, they waited patiently for the French National Team who received their silver medals quickly.
Finally, with Ray in front leading, it was time for the English National team to receive their gold medals, surrounded by loud roars of cheering, the team made its way up to a small area where the U-17 Quidditch World Cup was gleaming brightly. After every member of the team had been donned with a gold medal and have shaken hands with the officials of the International Games Association, Elan and Roger pushed Harry towards the cup with massive grins on their faces.
The screams and cheering only become more deafening as Harry stood up on the small podium and accepted the cup from Jonas Davies, who was the Head of International Magical Games Association, Jonas gave Harry a manly hug and whispered his congratulations before moving away to congratulate his son, Harry raised the cup with both hands, immediately, white and red confetti littered down from the air, while fireworks of white and red filled the skies. The English supporters were now cheering with pure ecstasy. Harry sighed in relief as he looked at the golden cup above his head, it had been his most difficult professional match since the start of his career.
Slowly, Harry stepped down from the podium and descended down the stairs and stepped onto the pitch. Handing the trophy to Elan, Harry found the game Quaffle, which Daniel tossed to him with a knowing smirk, Harry then blindly threw it into the crowd.
Fleur was snapped from her thoughts when people around her were screeching insanely about a Quaffle. She looked up and her eyes widened as she saw a Quaffle flying towards her. Moans of displeasure and disappointment could be heard as Fleur caught it, with the Quaffle in her hands, she looked down and was shocked to see Harry smiling warmly towards her, the alluring green eyes met the mesmerizing blue for a moment. No words were needed as Harry gave her a nod of acknowledgement and smiled one last time before walking off towards his teammates.
A bright smile appeared on Fleur's face as she watched Harry walked off; he had remembered her.
"You're so lucky Fleur!" Gabrielle screamed, eying the Quaffle with awe. Fleur just smiled as she looked on, meanwhile Apolline just studied her daughter with an analyzing expression, she knew that look, it was the exact same look she had when she had first met Alain, her baby girl had fallen in love, whether she knew it or not.
After a quick shower, Harry came out of the dressing room with black jeans with a white t-shirt along with a black short sleeved dress shirt over it and his usual Dior sunglasses over his eyes. Soon he was sitting down on a chair behind a desk with his Ray sitting next to him. The coach had requested him to accompany him to the after match press conference, since he was the best player in the final and captain for England.
Harry stared emotionlessly behind his sunglasses as the cameras flashed annoyingly.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter, from Daily Prophet, congratulations on winning the world cup, do you believe now that we might have a chance winning the Senior World Cup?" Ray looked at Harry who looked to have thought for a while then answered
"I'm not going to assert anything right now, we'll let our playing do the talking when the matches roll in."
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter, rumors has it that Quidditch heavyweights, Puddlemere United, Caerphilly Catapults and Vratsa Vultures all are competing for your signature, are those comments true?" Another reporter asked.
"Those are all fantastic teams with great history but they are only rumors, right now I'm only focusing totally on the upcoming World Cup Qualifiers." Harry replied.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter, do you have any romantic interests of late?" A reporter shouted, making all the reporters in the room look on with anticipation.
"Mr. Potter is not here to answer questions about his personal life." Ray interjected quickly much the reporter's disdain.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter, from what we have heard from Filius Flitwick, your head of house at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, you are quite the star pupil, having all Outstandings in all your final exams and class work, did your parents play a huge part in your childhood." A reporter asked.
Harry's knuckles instantly shook and all color was drained from it, leaving it bone white. Harry took several minutes to calm himself down and replied quietly, "Most of it was self study as my parents were often busy with my sibling." Silence then filled the conference room, this wasn't an answer that the reporters were expecting.
"Anymore questions?" Ray asked, noting the intense situation, when no one asked Harry stood up and promptly left the room with Ray not far behind him. The two portkeyed back to the England Camp, it was noisy with loud bantering of teenage boys.
"Harry, a word if I may?" Ray asked, Harry stopped in his tracks and nodded after taking off his sunglasses. Together, coach and player walked.
"You have extraordinary talent Harry, you still have many many more years ahead of you. I hope you won't lose what is most important to you…like me, as you step into the Quidditch World." With that Ray waved a hand in dismissal and walked off alone towards the coach tent.
Harry was in a pensive mood as he walked in, the entire team was celebrating wildly, Roger had his letter sent from Elena Turpin stolen by Elan and was chasing him all over the tent with a pillow in his hand, Cedric was playing exploding snap with the Bale brothers.
"Yo Harry." Harry smiled in thanks as his keeper Dan Jones threw him a bottle of butterbeer.
"This is it huh?" Dan said as he took a sip from his bottle.
"I guess so…it seemed so slow when we first came here, now we have to go back home tomorrow." Harry said sadly.
"Don't worry mate, we're gonna meet up very soon for the actual World Cup Qualifiers very soon." Jason Bale said cheerfully.
"And guess what? Coach Anderson's going to be our manager for the senior World Cup." His twin, Jeremy Bale said happily.
"Really?" Roger said, chasing Elan temporarily out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, the entire English Quidditch Association was literally begging him on their knees to take charge." Jeremy said.
"That's great, he's an awesome coach." Elan yelled.
Everyone was immediately excited by the news, "Picture, picture." Roger shouted, procuring a camera from his trunk.
"Remind me why you bring the oddest of things." Elan muttered and got elbowed hard in the ribs. The team locked arms around each other's shoulders, forming a line and FLASH!
"Wonderful!" Roger pranced as the photo came out immediately. He then waved his wand and made six duplicates and handed them out to the team.
The party by now had wind down a bit, "Yo itty bitty Harrikens, an owl just dropped a letter." Roger said, one hand holding an envelope while the other held more butterbeer.
"Really?" Harry asked without a care in a world, he suspected that it was another fan mail until Roger said, "Yeah, from a Fleur Delacour."
Immediately, his chaser instincts flared alive as he snatched the letter from Roger's hand faster than one can say Stupefy. Harry retreated to his bed, ignoring all the teasing from his teammates, broke the seal of the envelope and took out a folded piece of parchment. It was written in neat French
Dear Harry Potter,
I'm not quite sure how to start this letter but congratulations on winning the World Cup you played very well, I was watching in the top box. Thanks for the Quaffle, Gabby was ecstatic and pouting on how lucky I was, she was begging me if she could take it to bed... Anyways, I know that this must be very difficult for you but I want to be your friend, PLEASE DON'T STOP READING…I want to know the real Harry Potter, not the brother of the Boy Who Lived. You are the first person to show me kindness and treat me like a normal woman besides my family, it must be a surprise to you but I am quarter veela. All girls and women hate me because they feel that I would steal their men away and men only look at me with lust. Only when I'm with you I can be myself….. sorry for ranting….I would understand if you want nothing to do with me…
Love,
Fleur Delacour
Harry read and re-read the letter, in his childhood, too many times had he been heartbroken when he met people who only wanted to use him to know his younger brother. It was the reason why he froze himself when in the presence of others, it was only with the help of Little Rosy, Uncle Sirius, Uncle Remus, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, Roger, Elan, Cedric that he slowly returned back to the boy who could smile.
Fleur's response had truly surprised him, she wanted to know the real him. Quickly taking out a quill, a bottle of ink and some parchment, Harry wrote his reply and used Elan's silver feathered owl, who hooted happily at the request of having something to do as it carried off the letter. Then Harry, exhausted from the day, fell asleep as he hit his bed not before giving the photo of Little Rosy who was on his shoulder one final glance.
The next morning was melancholy for Harry, after one final breakfast with his teammates and coach, he waved goodbye as the Bale brothers, and Dan Jones took the portkey back to America, they had mentioned that many English had emigrated there and that America was a more entertaining place than England. Harry sighed as they disappeared in a whirl, even though it was merely an au revoir, he still felt sad.
"Alright I guess this is it then." Elan said quietly.
"Don't worry, we'll see each other soon at Diagon or at Hogwarts when term starts." Cedric said reassuringly.
"Yeah yeah, whatever just go already and snog Chang will you." Roger said, making Cedric go red with embarrassment in the face.
"Arsehole." Cedric muttered, before giving each of his friends a Hufflepuff handshake and activating his portkey.
"Take care, H" Elan said before portkeying away, Slytherins just do not do hugs, no matter how friendly.
"I'll see you real soon Harry. Remember to write us." Roger said with a grin before whirling into a vortex.
Harry took one last look before activating his portkey and disappeared into a vortex. He sighed as he appeared at the front door of Potter Manor, taking out his keys from his jean pocket, Harry unlocked the door and closed it behind him. Once in his home, Harry immediately went upstairs to his bedroom with his magically charmed sports bag slung over his shoulders.
Harry placed his sports bag on his bed and was suddenly pushed onto his bed. Before he realized what was going on, his baby sister was jumping up and down on his stomach.
"Yay…Hawrry is back." The four year old chirped.
"Hello, beautiful…" Harry said with a warm smile making Little Rosy giggled loudly.
"You wanna go to Diagon Alley?" Harry asked, Little Rosy immediately squealed with joy as she gave Harry several sloppy kisses on his face.
"Alright, lets go." Harry said with enthusiasm as Little Rosy jumped onto his back with a loud cheer. After casting a wandless shrinking charm on a heavy looking pouch and slipping it in his pocket, Harry left his room but not before casting a powerful locking charm on the door. With Little Rosy situated comfortably on his shoulders, Harry walked down the stairs just as Eric Potter was walking up the stairs. Little Rosy immediately quiet down when she felt Harry stop.
"So, finally remember this home do you? Jealous spotlight stealing jerk!" Eric Potter sneered at his older brother. Harry just yawned and watched with immense amusement behind his sunglasses as Eric Potter's face became red with rage.
"Look who's talking, must be hard to feel that you're not on the front page anymore. Not that you've done anything to earn it." Harry sneered back.
"I'M THE BOY WHO LIVED, IF IT WEREN'T FOR ME, YOU-KNOW-WHO WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!" The fat boy ranted angrily.
"Blah blah blah, like I give a damn, you can't even say his sodding name. Go sulk in your own miserable fantasy world, I actually have a life to live." Harry retorted, immediately Eric sputtered angrily, his face turning a deep purple. Harry then walked pass and out the front door.
"Sorry Rosy…" Harry started but was cut off by a childish giggle.
"Hawrry always good person." Little Rosy chirped as Harry waved his hand on the sidewalk, immediately a three deck purple bus pulled up out of thin air with a loud bang.
"Welcome onboard the Knight Bus, my name is Stan Shunpike and I'll be your conductor today." A skinny man in a purple uniform said.
Harry pulled out several sickles and handed it to the light brown haired conductor and said, "Diagon Alley."
Stan nodded and pulled out two tickets and handed them to Harry who stuffed it into his jeans pocket and climbed onto the bus.
"Careful Rosy, hold on tight." Harry warned as he placed both hands on a pole.
"Alright Ern, start her up Diagon Alley." Stan shouted and the bus shot off with a loud bang, making Rosy scream loudly with excitement. Harry was struggling to keep his balance as he saw the bus compress itself between two double deck muggle buses. After a few more twists and turns and sudden stopping and starting Harry arrived at the Leaky Cauldron with legs of jelly.
Upon entering, Harry was greeted by an elderly old man with a hunchback.
"Hello Tom, how's business recently?" Harry said, taking off his sunglasses and stowing them inside his black denim jacket.
"It has been good, people have all enjoyed gathering here to watch the World Cup on our projector. Congratulations are needed I think" Tom said, forcing a butterbeer into Harry's hands.
Harry was about to say something but Tom just shook his head and said,"It's the least I can do Harry. No arguing."
Harry just thanked the man as he went out of the back of the Leaky Cauldron and pulling out his Elder Wand, tapped several bricks and Rosy looked on with o-shaped mouth as the bricks begin to twist and turn before revealing a clear passage.
Meanwhile in Paris, France, a pair of sapphire eyes opened, Fleur Delacour stretched on her bed like a cat before smiling widely at the Quidditch Quaffle that Harry had thrown towards her, it was placed intentionally so that it was the first thing she saw the first thing in the morning. Unwillingly, she got out of bed and donned on a silver silk short gown, her eyes widened when she saw a enveloped on her desk, on it was the name From: Harry Potter written in neat and fancy calligraphy. Immediately awake, Fleur broke the seal and hurriedly took out the piece of folded parchment.
Dear Ms. Delacour
It was indeed surprising to receive your mail, I hope you liked the Quaffle. Thanks for your congratulations, it meant very special to me, especially since it was from you. I am very happy that you want to be my friend, making friends has never been easy for me when I was younger, people only wanted to know me because I was the brother of an infant that survived a killing curse. Really Ms. Delacour, you didn't have to reveal your heritage, I don't think of you as a veela but a breath-taking, smart woman who cares greatly for her sister. I believe that everyone should be treated with respect and fairly. It may come to you as strange but I am a good friend with several goblins, a werewolf godfather and a helper to a half giant. So whenever you're feeling down, I'll always be there for you.
Yours truly,
Harry Potter
P.S.- Say hello to Gabrielle for me, it really bugs me of how similar she is to my sister. Maybe you'll see her real soon.
As Fleur finished reading the letter, tears of happiness filled her eyes, she couldn't believe it, Harry had called her a breath-taking, smart and caring woman; from what she heard from Magical Britain, magical creatures were looked down upon. But again, Harry surprised her with his loyalty and ideas of equality. She couldn't explain it but her heart was pounding hard and she felt her room's temperature had risen significantly. Heading for a shower, her head was filled with the thoughts of the Quidditch superstar. Everyone at the table noticed the rare, huge happy smile on Fleur's face as she came down to the kitchen for breakfast.
"So, what has you smiling so widely this early?" Apolline asked, her blue eyes twinkling madly along with a knowing smirk on her face.
"Harry Potter replied my letter…" Fleur said.
"And?" Apolline pressed on, her daughter just handed her the letter and a smile grew on her face.
"Handsome and kind hearted…Gabby would be brokenhearted. Don't you think so Alain?" She teased and grinned when her eldest daughter begin to flush bright red, while her husband just grunted in response causing Apolline to scowl playfully.
"Stop being such a killjoy Alain, at least act like you're happy." Apolline said.
"But they aren't even dating yet. I really don't want to play the mean and protective father just yet." Alain groaned from his Quidditch magazine which, ironically had Harry charming smiling face on the cover, underneath were three words, Harry Potter, Exclusif. Fleur was just stared off into space as she ate her breakfast, wondering what Harry was doing right now.
Harry smiled as he walked into Diagon Alley, the brick wall re-constructing itself behind him. Partway down Diagon Alley, near its intersection with Knockturn Alley, stands an imposing snow-white marble white building: Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Harry couldn't help staring with awe at the towering structure which dwarfed all the shops surrounding it.
It was still how he remembered it as Harry walked into the bank, he nodded respectfully at the goblin guard who was dressed in a uniform of scarlet and gold. Now with Little Rosy holding his hand much to her displeasure, Harry walked passed the entrance hall and another set of doors.
Then a vast marble hall with hundreds of goblins working rapidly at their counters awaited them. Little Rosy clung onto Harry's robes tightly as they walked across the hall, Harry saw his baby sister's scared reaction and chuckled; it seemed just like yesterday when he entered Gringotts holding onto Sirius and Remus' robes.
"Master Griphook, may your gold continue to flow." Harry said in Gobblegook, causing said goblin to fall from his chair with a startled cry, Harry again mentally thanked Lucius Malfoy for having the patience to teach him the Goblin language; Harry learnt that if a wizard could speak the goblin tongue, they would gain respect from the goblins and that it is worth more than all the gold in the world.
All the other goblins cracked smiles as they saw the wizard that even Ragnok, their director respected.
"Mr. Potter, may your gold flow as well. Now what do I owe this pleasure" Griphook said, returning back onto his chair.
"I wish to make a deposit." Harry said, sliding off his sunglasses and taking out the shrunken pouch, which he enlarged with his wand.
"Deposit for…. Twenty million galleons." Griphook wrote down, his narrow black eyes looking inquisitively at Harry, who was desperately trying to keep Little Rosy from running around the place.
"Wolfsbane Potion, Pepper Up Potions, Sleeping Draught, Nutrition Potions. The rest is from the Quidditch Team and commercials." Harry stated, making the goblin laugh.
"I didn't say anything." The goblin said to which just Harry rolled his eyes.
"Is there anything else?" Griphook asked.
"Isn't there a card which can allow a person to pay for a transaction without actually having gold in their pocket?" Harry asked.
"Ah yes, those have become very popular lately, please fill out this form and I will get it all set up for you." Griphook said pulling out a form along with a quill dipped in ink. After filling in all the necessary information and re-reading it several times much to Griphook's amusement; Harry handed the form in exchange for a blue credit card with his name suddenly etching itself in gold letters as well as a number code.
"This card will work in both the magical and muggle world." Griphook explained. "Now, I have to go deposit your gold to your vault….do you have anything else you need?"
Harry pondered for a while and then asked, "Master Griphook, do you know any decent places where I can buy a house?"
Griphook instantly froze and closely studied the green eyed wizard. "I might but you aren't planning to run away, are you?" the goblin asked.
"I wouldn't call it running away…besides after this year with my Ordinary Wizarding Level Examinations, I don't necessarily have to stay put with my parents. As you no doubt have heard from the Daily Prophet, I can take care of myself now." Harry said casually.
"I see, I shall owl several destinations, please contact me if any of those are to your liking." Griphook said, then goblin and wizard shook hands, much to the surprise of the recently employed goblins.
Harry chuckled lightly to himself when he heard Griphook mutter something along the lines of "That boy sure knows how to get quick money…" to the other goblins as he climbed onboard the small cart which went deep underground.
"Hawrry speaks weird." Little Rosy chirped as her brother lifted her back onto his shoulders.
"It's called Gobblegook, the goblin language." Harry replied with a chuckle as they returned back to the busy streets of Diagon Alley. He smiled when he saw Little Rosy with a pensive look on her face, she was just unbelievably cute whenever she did that.
"Ice Cream?" Harry asked as they neared Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream shop, he was rewarded with a tug of his dark locks.
"Lets go!" The little redhead shouted as if Harry was her stallion.
Many onlookers were smiling and giggling at the older brother with his baby sister on his shoulders.
"Awwh, isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?"
"I wish I had a brother like that!"
"Oh my god, that guy is so hot, and he's good with kids!"
Harry just shrunk and thanked himself for having his sunglasses with him as he neared the Ice Cream shop.
"Hello Harry, congratulations on winning the tournament, show the world we Brits aren't going down without a fight, now what flavor do you want today?" Florean said from behind the counter. "Mr. Fortescue, how on earth did you-" Harry started but was cut off by a warming laugh.
"I wouldn't forget my most loyal customer ever, I still remember when you were still a wee tiny little boy, barely able to see pass the counter. Now what flavor would you want to try today?" At this Harry just scowled lightly, when he was eleven, he was one of the shortest in his year when he arrived at Hogwarts for his first year. Many older girls would often cuddle him as a teddy bear due to his short stature and cute looking face. Sirius did nothing but boast with pride that his godson was becoming an attracting babe magnet like him when Harry complained about all the women swarming at him.
"I'll take a strawberry cheese cake in a cup and a vanilla on a cone please." Harry held out his card. After the transaction was down, Harry was given a cone and a small cup, he then slowly went to an empty table outdoors and after settling Little Rosy down on her chair, handed her the vanilla ice cream cone which she squealed her thanks at.
Lifting his sunglasses to his messy black locks, Harry smiled truly at his little sister who was devouring her ice cream in the most unlady like way. He then grabbed a plastic spoon and started to eat his treat when suddenly loud girlish screams erupted in the alley.
"Look, its Harry Potter!"
"Quick, gimme a quill!"
"Oh my God, he's so sexy!"
"I want him now!"
"Do you think he will sign my panties?" Harry just groaned when he heard the screams, Little Rosy just giggled as she saw what was happening. Soon cameras were flashing dangerously at the superstar chaser who could do nothing but stay seated and smile, causing more screams erupt. After finishing their respective treats, Little Rosy resumed her place on her brother's shoulders and both became invisible after Harry casted a disillusionment charm on both of them.
Harry inwardly smirked when he heard the disappointing moans and cries.
"HeeHee, Hawrry has girlfriends." Little Rosy chirped teasingly.
"Oh no…not you too, I must have a word about this with Uncle Padfoot for influencing you with his perverseness ." Harry said with fake worry in his voice. The rest of the afternoon went by smoothly as Harry went into the Madam Malkins', the apothecary and Flourish and Blott's to get his school robe, potion ingredients and books. Harry grinned widely as he saw his face etched on many hair products in a hair product store, he had signed several contracts with several companies who specializes in hair products right after the World Cup and he could tell that business was booming. Quality Quidditch Supplies was absolutely swamped, people were in long lines for the newest England replica robe, many fans were disappointed to hear that the Harry Potter name printing was all out of stock. Harry chuckled lightly, his bank account would certainly overload during the next few months, his contract with the English team had stated that anything with his name and face on it, 70% of the profits went to him.
Then with a napping Little Rosy on his back, Harry flooed back home from the Leaky Cauldron just before dusk had came. With a sigh, Harry lumbered up the stairs with his little red headed angel on his back. Gentle as ever, Harry slid Little Rosy beneath her bed sheets and smiled warmly when she protested sleepily. Then, without making a sound, Harry closed the door behind him, only to find Lily Potter staring at him. Harry raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Explain, now." Lily Potter said, holding up an envelope with a broken G seal. Harry casually took out the parchment and his smile grew as he unfolded it and scans the first several sentences, Griphook had indeed outdid his expectations, there were several good housing locations in Kensington, Chelsea, Little Venice, Mayfair and Belgravia; all of which were millionaire locations.
"Harry…please don't tell me you're planning to run away." Lily said, tears starting to mass in her eyes.
"I have to move one day or another, better for you, there's going to be one less worthy person in the manor. And what's it to you? You should be jumping with joy." Harry said with no emotions whatsoever.
"Harry please, don't do this… we won't be that way anymore, please… stay with us. Give us a chance, your father and I want do what we didn't as your parents all those years ago." Lily pleaded.
"You don't get it do you? You've lost that chance years ago. Now that I'm making a name for myself, I don't need to rely on you anymore. Funny since that you were never here for me to rely on." Harry said calmly, not even bothering shouting anymore; he wasn't a child anymore.
Then without bothering to hear what Lily was going to say next, Harry walked down the corridor and disappeared behind his door. Harry leant on his door, suddenly he felt very exhausted, placing the envelope that Griphook had sent him on his desk when he noticed another letter already there. He shrugged then fell onto his bed after tossing his black denim jacket to his chair, drifting to sleep. He couldn't wait until he was back at Hogwarts again.