Over the next few days Harry and Lucius were thick as thieves as they plotted a match for Lucius' son. While at work, the auror cast a critical eye over coworkers and ministry acquaintances, wondering who he could set Draco up with. He'd felt confident that he knew someone that would be suitable but once he was back in the real world, he realized there weren't that many choices. Part of the problem was that he really didn't know many pureblood witches.

"Hey, Ron."

"Yeah, Harry?" The ginger head popped up over the cubicle wall in front of Harry, a look of expectation on his face.

"Do you happen to know any girls that would go out with Malfoy?"

Ron made a face. "Draco Malfoy?"

"Yeah, that's the one."

"Why on earth are you asking me?"

"Because you know a lot more witches than I do."

"All right, fair enough, but most of the witches I know that are in our age group are either relatives or were at school with us. You know the same girls from school that I do and I'm not setting one of my relatives up with Malfoy!"

Harry sighed. "Yeah, I didn't figure that you would."

"Why are you asking anyway?" Before the other auror could respond, Ron lifted a hand to forestall him. "No, wait, don't tell me. You've started up a dating service for rich prats and he's your first customer."

"You're not far wrong, actually." Harry went back to wracking his brain, not even noticing the look his friend gave him.

"Are you serious?"

"Well, I do need to find him a serious girlfriend."

"Why?"

"Because I told his father that I would."

"Harry," Ron was staring at his best friend as though the latter was insane, "did something happen to you while you were in Greece?"

"Like what?" Harry flipped through his magical Rolodex again.

"Oh, I don't know…LIKE FALLING ON YOUR HEAD?"

"No, Ron," Harry said patiently. "Why do you think Lucius has been hanging around here recently?"

"I thought that he was making us miserable, as usual."

Harry shook his head. He'd thought up a story that morning. It gave Lucius' visits, as well as any sightings of the two of them out together, a context of validity.

"Apparently it was Narcissa's idea. They've been looking for a wife for Draco because it seems," Harry looked up to watch his friend's reaction, "that Lucius thinks Draco has a crush on Hermione."

A look of shock passed across Ron's face, followed very quickly by one of alarm. "He…what?"

"You heard me. So now you know why we have to find someone else for him to fixate on."

"Merlin's balls!" Ron cursed with feeling. "Are you sure that asshole fancies Hermione? He's always sneering down his nose at her and calling her a mudblood."

"I only know what his dad told me but he seems convinced."

The other auror frowned. "Well, I guess he would know," he looked down at Harry for a long minute, still wearing the same expression. "You said that Narcissa suggested Lucius talk to you. Why would she think of you?"

Harry shrugged, feeling uncomfortable that Ron was giving him the third degree. The discomfort made him evasive. "Draco and I are the same age, we both work at the ministry – and I owe Narcissa a favor. I guess that about sums it up."

"You don't owe that family anything, Harry. The only reason the whole lot of them aren't in Azkaban is that you testified on their behalf."

"Fine, but I feel like I owe Narcissa a favor. She saved a lot of people when she lied to Voldemort."

Ron winced out of habit at the sound of the name but then just shrugged. "All right Harry, it's your decision, of course. I still can't think of anyone that I would subject to Malfoy – not even to keep him away from my fiancée."

"Yeah, I'm having the same trouble. Should I ask Ginny? She might be able to think of someone."

"I don't think that's such a good idea. You know how she feels about the Malfoys."

"Hmm, you're right, but maybe it'll work if I just ask her about her single friends. I can tell her that I'm trying to find a girlfriend for a guy I know here at the ministry."

"It's still not a good idea," Ron made another face, "but she's your wife and it's your funeral." He gave Harry a smile that said it had been nice knowing him.

"She's not going to kill me for asking about her single friends, you know! It's not as if I'm asking for my benefit."

"You might be better off if you were asking for you."

"Ron, you're being silly."

"Am I? Just you wait until one of her friends goes on a date with Draco. She'll find out and she'll come straight to you. You know she will."

"Hmph."

"Okay, don't believe me. I'll let you sleep on the couch in my flat when she kicks you out of your place."

"Thanks, Ron," the dark-haired man's voice was heavy with sarcasm, "you're such a brilliant friend."

"I try."

Harry gave another non-committal hum as his gaze flicked over the clock on his desk. It was five minutes to noon. Where in God's name had the morning gone? He felt like he wanted to grin but instead forced himself to frown and let out a sigh for his friend's benefit, "I'm to have lunch with Lucius today to fill him in on my progress."

Ron's gave him a look of commiseration. "Sorry mate. There's no getting out of it, huh?"

"I'm afraid not." Harry tucked his work into the drawer and locked it up before stretching his arms up in the air to work the kinks out of his back. "I'll just have to suffer through as best I can."

"I certainly don't envy you," Ron noted as Harry shrugged into his robes, "but that's what you get for being such a nice guy."

Harry laughed, trying to sound more darkly amused than he really was. "Gee, thanks Ron."

"Any time." Ron glanced at his clock too before adding, "You'd better hurry or you're going to be late for your date with Lucius."

Harry couldn't hold back a flinch at his friend's careless phrasing and he really hoped that Ron either missed it or misinterpreted the meaning behind it. "Yeah, I'll see you after lunch."

"See you, Harry. If you're not back, I'll send Jamie and Hendricks out to look for you."

Snorting, Harry shook his head. "Malfoy's not going to eat me, Ron! If I'm a little late back, don't worry about it. I'll see you before the end of the day."

"Are you sure?" the other auror looked doubtful.

"Positive. Now I really must go. Wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would I?"

"Perish the thought!"

The two men laughed and Harry gave a little wave, hurrying out of the office and toward the floos of the main lobby.

oOoOo

The idea had originally been to meet at one of the restaurants in Diagon Alley but for some reason things had a habit of not going the way they were supposed to. When Harry had asked Lucius to a very public lunch, he'd assured the elder wizard that everything would work out fine. It seemed that the auror had a cunning plan to keep his wife and in-laws from asking questions.

However, the moment Lucius strode into the restaurant and looked around, he was greeted by the sight of a very familiar blonde man at a table nearby. Lucius growled a curse under his breath just as Draco looked up and saw him. An instant smile spread on the young Malfoy's lips and Lucius knew it was too late to turn around and leave.

"Father!" Draco waved to him and Lucius nodded shortly, gesturing the boy back into his seat and turning to the hostess.

"It's all right, Miss, I'll join my son. However," he paused and glanced at the door, wondering how long it would be before Harry showed up, "I was expecting to meet Harry Potter here this afternoon. I'm sure you'd recognize him?"

"Of course!" The young woman sounded affronted that he'd think otherwise. "Everyone knows Harry."

"Well, he and my son don't get on and I would rather not cause a scene in your fine establishment." Lucius took a card from his pocket and scribbled a quick note on the back of it. "Would you give this to Mr. Potter for me when he arrives?"

The hostess' eyes glimmered as she saw the galleon he pressed to the back of the card, clearly intended for her should she accept the task. "Gladly, Mr. Malfoy."

The white-haired man graced her with a smile and then handed her the card. "Thank you, my dear."

Turning then toward the table where his son was ensconced, he strode confidently over and took the vacant seat opposite Draco.

"I didn't expect you out today, Father."

Lucius gave an eloquent shrug and signaled to a passing waiter to bring him a glass of wine. "I had a few things that needed doing." Like a certain auror, he growled in his inner monologue while keeping the rest of his manner unaffected. "My original plans have changed since I found you here, though. Enjoying a chance to escape from the office?"

"I'm not sure I'd say enjoying…but yeah, it's all right. The food here is good and they have a nice cellar."

"Then why shouldn't you be enjoying yourself?"

Draco shrugged. "No reason, I suppose." He was just about to say something else when suddenly he tensed. If Lucius were to venture a guess, he'd guess that Harry had just walked in. It was a struggle to keep from looking toward the door, but he managed, instead watching his son's eyes.

"Draco, is something wrong?"

"What's Potter doing here?" the blonde boy muttered as he watched the hostess hand Harry a card. Draco frowned and then looked at his father. "Didn't you give something to the girl at the door when you walked in?"

Lucius felt the situation become very tenuous indeed and knew that he was going to have to proceed carefully through the next few minutes. Tilting his head, he gave his son what he hoped was a curious, yet innocent, look. After a moment or two, he acted as though he suddenly understood what Draco was talking about and summoned a slight smile. "Oh! Yes, I did. I gave her a galleon."

Draco was bemused by his father's response, though he was also gratified to see that Harry had changed his mind and was leaving the restaurant. Their eyes met for a brief moment and Draco took the opportunity to sneer at his rival before the auror passed across the threshold. As the door banged shut, his gaze moved back to his father. "Why would you give her a galleon?"

The elder man shrugged. "She's pretty. Besides, it doesn't hurt to hand money out on occasion. I find it helps one to get better service." He winked at Draco as the waiter arrived with his glass of wine. As if to prove his point, he flipped a coin at the fellow and asked to see a list of the lunch specials. The willowy young man caught the coin, grinning happily, and then almost fell over himself in his haste to bring the menu. "See?" the elder Malfoy smiled at the younger.

"Very instructive, Father." There was still something suspicious in Draco's tone but it appeared that he was going to let the matter rest for now.

"Let it not be said that I never taught you anything useful," Lucius replied before taking a sip of his wine. The younger man snorted but didn't bother to say any more.

Looking up when the waiter hovered near the table once again, Lucius ordered shepherd's pie. He had been looking forward to sharing a meal with Harry but since he didn't want to make Draco any more suspicious than he already was, it wouldn't do to drink a glass of wine and then walk out. Instead they made small talk and he stole morsels off of his son's plate until his own lunch arrived.

In the end, Lucius picked up the tab and walked his son back to the ministry. There he bid Draco goodbye and looked longingly up at the building's entrance, wishing he could pay Harry a visit but knowing that he shouldn't. After lingering for a time, he finally turned and made his way back to Malfoy Manor.

oOoOo

"You're back early."

Harry sighed and set a container of take away on his desk. "Yeah. Draco was there."

"Ugh. Two Malfoys in the same restaurant? I feel sorry for the rest of the clientele."

"I feel sorry for me," Harry muttered, staring disconsolately at the curry and rice in the ever-warm container before poking at it with a fork.

Ron, misinterpreting the reason for Harry's foul mood, nodded his agreement. "Yeah, me too. Lunch with Lucius alone would be bad enough," he gave a little shudder, "I can't blame you for being traumatized. But cheer up! That take-out smells wonderful!"

The other auror didn't comment, just rolled his eyes and shifted his focus toward eating his lunch. At least Ron got the hint and went back to work, muttering softly under his breath about food as he did so.

Once he was sure that nobody was going to disturb him, Harry reached into his pocket and fished out the card that the elder Malfoy had left with the hostess for him. Tracing over the scrawling, hurried writing with one finger, he again read Lucius' message.

Harry,

Didn't expect him to be here but I can't leave now. Meet me tonight if you can. 6 pm. You know where to find me.

Sorry,

L

At least Lucius had cared enough to leave a message. Still, that didn't keep Harry from feeling resentful toward the younger Malfoy. Here Harry was trying to find a wife for the git and what was Draco doing? Cock-blocking him, that's what he was doing! The auror bit viciously into a piece of lamb and growled under his breath.

It might not have been so bad if Harry hadn't had plans for the evening but he did. He and Ginny were taking George to a Weird Sisters concert and then out for a late supper afterward. Gin had been worrying about her brother of late and they both hoped that getting him out for a night of fun would help lift his spirits. Besides, it would give Harry a chance to ask his wife about any single women she might know. He could ask George too, for that matter.

With a sigh of regret, he rummaged around in one of his drawers for a scrap of parchment. Once he found something suitable, he picked up his pen and scratched a short note.

Dear L,

I'm afraid that I can't make it tonight, I have plans. Shall we try lunch again tomorrow? I'm including the address of a good restaurant, one where we won't be disturbed by your son or my friends. Wear that muggle suit, the one that I know you still have lurking in the back of your closet. Let me know your answer by return owl and I hope to see you then.

-H

P.S. I hate Draco so much right now!

Harry reread the note once it was done and suppressed the urge to underline his post-script with about five underscores. Hate was a very mild term for his animosity toward Draco at that moment but there was nothing at all he could do about it.

Deciding that he wasn't even very hungry any more, he closed the box, recast the spell that would keep it fresh and got up to take his note to the owlery. He paused by his friend's desk to ask if he had anything that needed to be mailed. When Ron shook his head, Harry stopped once more by Jamie's cubicle to grab the small handful of posts from the 'out' tray and made his way out of the office.

oOoOo

To say Lucius was disappointed would have been an understatement. He missed Harry and had been looking forward to their meeting that evening, for other reasons besides the obvious pursuits of pleasure they would have partaken in.

The owl found the elder Malfoy in his study, once again going over the books Severus had left him. Ever since he started reading up on the spells and potions contained within, he had been thinking about magic. More specifically, Lucius was mourning the abilities that he'd been robbed of when the Dark Lord took his wand and allowed it to be destroyed.

Only that afternoon had Lucius thought of broaching the subject of a new wand with Harry, hoping the younger man would speak on his behalf. Now that discussion would have to wait. Blasted Draco and his bad timing!

Lucius' eyes scanned the post-script again and found himself nodding his agreement. He could tell just from the handwriting that Harry was agitated – a sentiment that matched Lucius' own frame of mind perfectly. Of course Lucius didn't hate his son, as perhaps Harry really did, but there were times that the boy was a distinct annoyance.

Lucius sighed. He was being unfair and he knew it. What transpired at lunch was partially Lucius' own fault. He should have told Harry to wait at another restaurant and simply shared a glass of wine with his son before moving on. Draco would have believed him if he had said he had just stopped for a relaxing drink. The boy probably already thought of him as a functioning alcoholic and if Lucius were honest, that's pretty much what he was.

But no, he'd acted that afternoon on the presumption that Harry would jump through hoops and come when he was called. It was sometimes so easy to forget that Potter had another life, one very separate from that which he shared with Lucius in the little cottage on the manor grounds.

If only Harry weren't married… Lucius quashed that thought as soon as it made an appearance. Harry was married and that was as it should be. No sense in bemoaning the fact, Lucius would just have to do as Harry asked and meet with the auror the next day.

Taking up his quill, he flipped Harry's note over and wrote simply, 'I'll be there,' on the back of it. He rerolled the scrap of parchment and tied it back to the bird's leg. Then he fished a treat out of the desk drawer and offered it to the owl before carrying her to the window. She snapped her beak at him once, in a gesture Lucius interpreted as gratitude and spread her wings out, taking off immediately once he swung the pane open.

He watched her until she was but a tiny speck on the horizon and then muttered, "I miss you, Potter." Then, giving one last sigh, he returned to his books.

oOoOo

The night out with George and Ginny turned out to be astoundingly good, much to Harry's relief. True, his thoughts were with his lover an inordinate amount of the time but he also managed to have fun. The concert could only be described by the three friends as 'EPIC!' and dinner afterward consisted of burgers and chips at a local pub, happily consumed with several pints of lager.

George was still George, what else could Harry say? It was obvious that he continued to grieve over the loss of Fred – which was the reason why Ginny worried about him in the first place – but he put a brave face on things. Most of his energy that evening was spent picking on the two newlyweds and asking them when they were going to start popping out babies for Molly to fawn over.

"Not for a while yet, I think," Harry laughed.

"Ah, that's what you say now, Harry, but you wait until Mum starts dropping hints and giving you the guilt trips. You'll have to have a kid or three just to get her to shut up!"

Ginny just smiled. "Don't you worry, I can handle Mum. Besides, it's my body. I get to say when I want to be barefoot and pregnant."

For some reason that struck George as particularly funny and he roared with laughter. Every eye in the pub swiveled toward him, wondering what was causing the ruckus. Harry gave the room an apologetic smile and had a good swig of his beer.

"Ah, Sis," her brother swiped a tear from the corner of his eye, "when did you get to be so funny?"

"At least I'm just funny and not funny looking!"

Harry snorted, half-expecting her to stick her tongue out at him. From the looks of it, George was expecting something of the sort too. He almost looked disappointed when she didn't.

"Well, you can't blame me for how I look. I didn't ask to have my ear blasted off."

The smile left Ginny's face as though she'd had a bucket of ice water dumped over her head. "Oh, George! I didn't mean it like that!"

Her brother lifted a hand, looking resigned. "Gin, stop treating me like I'm about to fall apart. I'm fine! Really."

"When people say that they're fine, they're usually really not," she insisted.

"Ginny," Harry found her hand under the table and gave it a squeeze, "let it go. We're having a good time here and George was just joking around like he always does. Weren't you George?"

He turned his gaze to the other man, hoping that he'd take the out that Harry was giving him. If anyone understood loss, it was Harry and he didn't want the two Weasleys to start fighting about something that neither of them could change.

"Yeah, of course I was." George met Harry's eyes for just a few seconds more. "Everyone knows that I'm stunningly handsome, even with a hole in the side of my head."

"Hear hear," Harry grinned and George groaned at the bad pun. Ginny just rolled her eyes with a soft huff. Still, when Harry looked at her out of the corner of his eye, he thought she was trying awfully hard not to smile.

"Did I tell you that Angelina and I are dating again?"

"No! When did that happen?" Ginny leaned forward; hanging on her brother's every word.

"Couple weeks ago," he shrugged.

And with that, all discussion of loss and grief was forgotten. Harry marveled as he listened to the siblings talk about George's love life, feeling amazed at how quickly moods could change.

What was the old adage? 'Hope springs eternal?' Maybe this was further proof. George was moving on, even though some of his mental wounds – just like the physical ones – would never heal. Amidst all the talk of relationships Harry thought about asking his two companions about single witches for Draco. Then he shrugged to himself and forgot about it.

oOoOo

Nothing on earth was going to keep him away from Harry today and woe to anything that tried. Lucius scowled as he stood in front of his mirror, knotting a very expensive silk tie that faded from emerald green to black. The cufflinks that glinted at his wrists were emerald and diamond, set in white gold; the shirt was snow white and the suit was steel grey. A thin, silver chain led to the watch he carried in his waistcoat pocket.

Lucius Malfoy looked every inch the muggle power-broker and though he hated muggles, he could see the attraction in wearing such a costume. Something about it just made him feel powerful. As he turned to look at himself from another angle, he thought that it was something like wearing Death Eater's robes. Clothing like that masked any insecurity, hiding him behind a façade of supreme confidence.

"Harry had better appreciate what I'm going through for him," he told the mirror as he adjusted his clothing slightly. Merlin knew that it had been difficult to arrange everything, but in the end, it would be worth it. He thanked the gods that he knew a bloke who was well-versed in all things muggle to help him with his plans.

Lucius had been meaning to rent a flat in London for some time – since he'd mentioned it to Harry, in fact – and his agent was more than happy to arrange it for a hefty fee. He also planned for a car to pick Lucius up and take him to the address Harry had given him. That meant that all Lucius had to do was floo to the flat, change and make sure that he was ready in plenty of time for the car to get him there by lunchtime. So far he'd managed rather admirably but it was nearing time to go if he didn't want to be late.

His suit jacket was draped neatly on the bed and he walked over to pick it up, his gaze settling on the duvet. With any luck he'd be back soon with Harry in tow and they would give the bed a proper breaking in. He lingered for a moment in fantasy, until a car horn sounded outside, jolting him back to the real world. Lucius tossed his jacket on without further ado and made his way downstairs.

The ride to the restaurant was uneventful but even so, he found himself riveted by the mundane views of muggle life that sped by outside the car's windows. Traffic lights, automobiles, pedestrians, tourists snapping pictures; some things were familiar and yet even those things were different enough to be other-worldly.

He was still taking it all in when the car pulled up outside a very exclusive-looking restaurant. The driver opened his door for him and Lucius smiled as he exited the vehicle. It was almost like having a house elf open his carriage door. Except that the compact man in the black suit couldn't buff his shoes with a spell or summon him a snifter of brandy if he wanted one.

Lucius chuckled under his breath and nodded when the man said he'd be waiting with the car when Lucius was ready to leave. He took a muggle bank note from his pocket, gave it to the driver and then turned to walk into the restaurant. Harry was already there waiting and one look at his lover took Lucius' breath away.

Malfoy wasn't the only one who had dressed up for the occasion. Harry was wearing a black suit with a midnight blue shirt and dark tie. All of the dark tones set off his coloring very well and made his eyes seem even more vibrant than they usually were.

"Lucius," he purred, his eyes raking over the elder man's figure in the same possessive way that Lucius was looking at him, "you look amazing."

"By the gods, Harry, so do you!"

Harry reached out a hand to shake, as though they were simply business associates and Lucius leaned in to give him a very continental kiss on both cheeks. As he gave the second kiss, Lucius lingered by Harry's ear long enough to murmur, "I wish I could bend you over this table right now and fuck you until you scream."

Harry swallowed thickly and pulled back but Lucius could see the lust burn bright in the auror's eyes for just a moment. "I think if you did that," he reclaimed his seat and took a quick sip of wine, "we would both be thrown in jail."

A wicked smile flickered across Lucius' lips as he sat in the other chair. "It might be worth it."

"For a minute, perhaps. Then I would spend the rest of my life making amends."

"It's just as well," Lucius poured a glass of wine for himself, "we probably wouldn't even make it to a climax before they hauled us away in manacles."

"Handcuffs," Harry grinned, "muggles call them handcuffs."

"Do they?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Odd people, muggles," the elder wizard drank his wine and looked at the restaurant's other patrons. Everyone there seemed to be dressed much like he and Harry were and they were all talking earnestly over plates of food or cups of coffee.

"They're executives mostly," Harry told him, presumably following his train of thought. "That's why I asked you to wear the suit, aside from the fact that you look gorgeous in it."

Lucius was amused. "Yes, we've already established that."

"I thought that it bore restating."

"Ah, then restate away."

Harry smiled and Lucius felt something in his chest tighten for just an instant. "I missed you yesterday."

"The feeling was very mutual." He reached across the table and after a quick look to see if anyone was watching, Harry took it, twining their fingers together. "What do you care what they think, Harry?"
"I don't care, per se…" his voice trailed off.

"You're afraid one of them could be a wizard?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry. No wizard or witch in their right mind would believe this scene if they saw it."

"What do you mean?" Harry frowned.

"First of all, Lucius Malfoy would never stoop to wearing a muggle suit and eating in a muggle restaurant," he lifted his chin as he spoke, appearing to look down his nose at his partner, "and second, Harry Potter would definitely not hold the hand of such a notorious former denizen of evil. Ergo, we have nothing to worry about because we are obviously a figment of some poor dear's overwrought imagination."

"Lucius, you're…" words seemed to fail Harry at that moment. In fact, it was a real struggle not to collapse in a fit of laughter.

"Absolutely right? I know. It happens often."

"Please stop because if I start laughing, I won't be able to quit and I will very likely wet myself."

"Well we wouldn't want that." The older man lifted Harry's hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles.

"No, we wouldn't." Harry brushed the tips of his fingers across his lover's lips before reclaiming his hand from Lucius' grasp. "What we do want is a delicious meal, followed by some time alone."

"I'm willing to skip the meal," Malfoy offered with a mischievous smirk.

"How very predictable, Mister Malfoy," Harry smirked right back. "That's why I've taken the liberty of ordering already, to make the most of our time. The food should be here in a few minutes."

"So much for savoring the sight of my lover in his dashing suit." Somehow Lucius didn't feel that disappointed in the idea of stripping Harry out of his clothing and it must have showed because the auror laughed again.

"You still have some time, and so do I."

Lucius settled one elbow on the table and rested his chin on it, watching Harry's gaze once more. "Stop undressing me with your eyes, Potter."

"All right. As soon as you stop doing the same."

"That's hardly fair."

"Life is very rarely fair."

Malfoy was just about to deliver the next punch in their verbal sparring match when the lunch arrived. It smelled just as amazing as one would expect from such an establishment and he gave the waiter a flirtatious smile. He received a wink in return and a scowl from Harry as the fellow left. "Knock that off. You're old enough to be his father."

"I'm old enough to be your father."

"Yes and one young lover is quite enough for you."

"You're sure?"

"Most definitely."

Lucius chuckled and set into his meal with enthusiasm, aware that Harry was still watching him. The older man wasn't sure what he enjoyed more: the food or the sexual tension. Both were worth savoring and he savored them as much as he could. Eventually though, as all good things must, the meal came to an end and he and Harry were left staring at each other across the table again.

"Do you want coffee?" Harry's voice was warm and husky, his eyes fixed intently on Lucius' face.

"I want you."

"I was hoping you'd say that." The auror pulled out his wallet and extracted several bills, doing quick mental sums and then laying the money on the table. "Ready?"

"Mmm hmm," Lucius rose from his chair, waiting for his partner to do the same. "I have a car waiting outside."

Harry blinked at him. "You do?"

"Oh yes."

"You, Mister Malfoy, are full of surprises."

"Mister Potter, you have no idea."