Chapter 16
The Trials of a Teenage Wizard
Getting ready to host a party took a lot of work. There was decorating the house, determining what meals should be prepared, getting outfitted in a wardrobe fit for the occasion, and helping his friend choose a suitable gown.
The first few problems were easy, as Harry had Professor Lupin and Kreacher to help. Sirius could have helped too. However, Harry wasn't sure he trusted that old dog not to do something potentially disastrous for his own amusement. That was why, while Professor Lupin spent time decorating Grimmauld Place and Kreacher prepared the meals down to his exact specifications, Sirius was running errands.
His godfather might have grumbled about being worked like a dog, but Harry knew that Sirius was pleased to be doing something, as the smile he'd been wearing hadn't left his face. It really must have been tough on him, being locked up in Azkaban. That was another reason why Harry had tasked Sirius with running around London and Diagon Alley to gather supplies.
Of course, there was another reason why he'd had Sirius out of the house.
"I'm not sure I understand," the portrait of Walburga said. "Are mudbloods not the enemy? If we let them into our society, they will ruin everything."
While Harry wasn't the only person currently in the house-Lisa was also there-his guest was still asleep. Really, that girl could be so lazy. He couldn't complain, though. This would suit his purposes just fine.
"Only if you let them," Harry replied. "You see, the issue between purebloods and those who come from a non-magical background is that we don't understand each other. The purebloods don't try to teach those who come from the mundane world, and the ones who come from a mundane background don't bother learning about our society because they think they know better."
Harry had been doing this from the moment he'd come to Grimmauld place, slowly subverting the beliefs of Walburga's portrait. Every day he spent his mornings slowly trying to broaden her understanding. She was, in all regards, the greatest test subject he could have asked for; stubbornly clinging to her opinions.
"However, that is why it is up to us to help them see the light," Harry continued. "As members of an ancient and noble house, of a founding house, we are duty bound to help those who come after us understand our culture. In doing so, we indebt those we aid. They'll be grateful to us for showing them the correct path, which strengthens our position in society."
Walburga's cupped her chin and frowned. "So you are saying that we make the mudbloods indebted to us by teaching them. By doing that, we become more powerful."
Harry didn't like how Walburga used the term mudblood. It wasn't just because it was derogatory. It was a banal insult used by purebloods who lacked originality and could only spout the same vitriolic tirade of their forefathers. How could he ever bridge the barrier between purebloods and first generation witches and wizards if they were too busy spewing this sort of tripe? Still, he put up with it, for now. There was little to be done but slowly change the opinions of those who saw people like Hermione as blights on society.
"That's exactly it," Harry said. "However, we need to go even beyond that. You see, by teaching those from a non-magical background, we also expand our own knowledge of those who can't use magic."
Walburga's eyes widened. "Know thy enemy…"
Harry wanted to moan in frustration. This wasn't a matter of knowing the enemy, because there was no enemy to know. He knew that saying something wouldn't change Walburga's ideas on the non-magical community, however. That was why he kept quiet.
The doorbell suddenly rang, bringing an end to their conversation. Harry went over to the door and opened it. Andromeda Tonks stood on the other side.
"Harry," Andromeda said with a smile. "I'm glad to see that you are well, though I'm disappointed you haven't come to visit me."
Withholding his wince, Harry bowed in apology. "I'm sorry. I meant to, but so much has happened lately that I haven't had the time."
"I am just teasing you, dear," Andromeda said, waving away his apology. "In truth, I am just glad that you saw fit to invite me over so I could help. I am pleased that you haven't forgotten about me, and I'm looking forward to seeing my cousin again."
"I have him out of the house right now," Harry admitted. "I was hoping to surprise him."
"Indeed."
"Why don't you come in?" Harry suggested, stepping to the side and allowing Andromeda to proceed him.
"Thank you."
When Andromeda entered the room, Walburga's portrait followed her like a hawk. Andromeda frowned at it but said nothing. After closing the door, Harry lead her into the kitchen, where they sat down as two cups of freshly brewed tea appeared before them.
"I'm surprised that Walburga didn't say anything after I entered," Andromeda finally said.
"I have her on orders to remain silent when we have guests over," Harry admitted. "They're magically binding, so she can't speak even if she wanted to."
"I didn't know you could do that."
"Since portraits are magical, they can be bound by magical contracts-provided you can trick them into it." Wanting to switch gears, Harry changed the subject. "I'm guessing you know why I invited you here?"
Andromeda nodded. "You mentioned something about a party in your letter."
"Right. The party is tonight. You and your family are invited, naturally. However, I was also hoping you'd be able to help me find my friend a dress suited to a function of this nature."
"Oh? Does that mean we're going shopping?" Andromeda asked, her lips curling into a smile.
"Yes," Harry responded. "Yes, it does."
XoX
After waking up Lisa, Harry introduced her to Andromeda, who'd studied the girl's appearance as a jeweler might diamonds. Lisa had been shivering as the woman looked her over from head to toe. Harry would have laughed, but he understood how most people were uncomfortable being looked at like they were an item at a street vendor stall.
"I think I know the perfect outfit for her," Andromeda had declared, and with those words, they were off.
Lisa had never apparated anywhere. It was only natural, then, that the act made her sick. Second-hand apparition was a terrible sensation. The feeling of your body being compressed like you were being squeezed through a tube sucked. That was why Harry much preferred apparating himself.
"You okay?" Harry asked as he rubbed Lisa's back. She was dry heaving on the concrete walkway, in front of the Leaky Cauldron. He supposed it was a good thing she hadn't just vomited.
"D-do I look okay?" Lisa asked.
"Not really, no."
"Th-there is… your answer."
Andromeda hummed as she stared down at Lisa. "Is this your first time apparating?"
"Y-yes…"
"How odd. I had not realized that. Most children your age have already apparated with their parents at least once. If I had known, I would have tried to ensure the ride was a bit more comfortable."
Groaning, Lisa mumbled, "I don't see how anything so unpleasant could be comfortable."
Andromeda didn't know that Lisa wasn't a wizard, which was another contributing factor to Lisa's discomfort. Under age witches and wizards were protected. While they were not allowed to use magic, their magic protected them from a good portion of the apparating process. It formed a thin around around the witch or wizard's body, shielding them. Mundane people didn't have that protection.
Using a mild healing charm to help his friend feel better, Harry pulled Lisa to her feet. He also channeled some magic through their hand contact. It was another charm. Visus. A charm of magical sight that allowed one to see that which was hidden by magic. It only worked on mild charms, such as the one hiding The Leaky Cauldron from mundane people. Lisa's eyes widened when she saw it.
"Come along, you two," Andromeda said, leading the way into the bar.
Watching his friend's expression as they entered The Leaky Cauldron was a sight indeed. Lisa's eyes became the size of discuses. She craned her neck around, as if attempting to take in everything at once. Harry understood her awe. He'd felt something similar his first time coming to this place-well, before he had been mobbed by all those people. He still shivered thinking about how everyone had crowded around him.
Andromeda knew of what had happened. She also knew that he didn't like unnecessary attention. After greeting Tom the barkeep, she lead him and Lisa through the bar and into Diagon Alley.
"W-whoa…" Lisa muttered.
Harry grinned. "Pretty amazing, right?"
"Yeah." Lisa nodded. "I know you told me about it before… but seeing it and hearing about it are two different things."
Lisa gawked at the myriad of stores and magical happenings to be found in Diagon alley. She was like a child seeing a movie for the first time. Her head swiveled as if it was on a spoke, glancing at the potions shops, Ollivanders, and the broom shops that sat near the entrance. As she did, Andromeda studied her with a frown.
"Do they not have something like this in the Colonies?"
That was the alias that Harry had come up with. Lisa was a penpal from the United States, who was visiting here to learn more about Great Britain's magical culture. Of course, he would be telling Andromeda the truth soon, but he needed to have her swear to secrecy, especially given the nature of this secret.
For now, however, they needed to get Lisa appropriate clothing for a party-and there was no better place to get clothing than Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
The door chimed as they entered the modest looking shop. There weren't many people inside, just a small family of four surveying the fabrics. With Lisa's hand still in his, he pulled the girl along, not wanting her to look so surprised someone might discern her origins.
"Try not to look so shocked," Harry said. "It will seem suspicious."
"Well, sorry for not being used to any of this magic crap," Lisa whispered back. "It's not like I've known about magic for long."
Harry sighed. "I'm aware, but you should try to at least look like you're used to magic. We can't pretend you don't know what magic is since you're the same age as me."
"I know that, but you can't expect me to be as calm as you."
"I guess not. Look, just do your best."
Madam Malkin was seeing to a customer when they entered, a little girl who reminded Harry of the woman checking out the fabric. They were probably mother and daughter. Her helper, the Hufflepuff that Tracey had inadvertently insulted before the start of their first year at Hogwarts, was helping the parents look at the fabrics.
"I'll be right with you three once I finish this young one," Madam Malkin said.
"Don't worry," Harry replied. "We can wait."
Harry escorted Lisa around the clothier shop as Madam Malkin and her aide helped the other customers. As they walked, he quietly informed Lisa about the myriad of different fabrics they used to create their clothes. Since all this was new, and quite of few of those fabrics sounded magical, for lack of a better term, she was quite excited.
Andromeda followed a few paces behind. She kept a close eye on them. There was a smile on her face. Harry was sure that she had already figured out who Lisa was, or rather, what Lisa wasn't. However, just like the consummate professional that she was, she said nothing.
"Sorry for the wait," Madam Malkin said after she had finished measuring the girl. "What can I do for you… oh, my. Mr. Potter. I hadn't realized you were one of my customers today."
With something of a deprecating smile, Harry shrugged and said, "I didn't initially plan on it, but I found myself in need of your assistance. I would like you to make my friend here a dress from your finest stores of acromantula silk." Reaching into his robes, he pulled out a sheet of parchment and handed it to Madam Malkin. "Please use that as a reference."
One look at the parchment was enough to make Madam Malkin's eyes widen. A smile quickly appeared on her face. She rolled up the scroll, looked back at Harry, and said, "I can certainly craft something of this nature, but first, I'll need your friend's measurements."
The measuring process was just as laborious and annoying for Lisa as it was for Harry when he first had his measurements taken. On the other hand, he rather enjoyed watching Lisa as she squirmed, complained, and yelped when her squirming caused her to get poked. Lisa saw his smile and started yelling at him. Of course, that only caused her to get poked even more.
It was going to be a very discomfited Lisa who arrived home later that day.
XoX
Madam Malkin had told Harry that it would take her two days to prepare the dress for Lisa. That was fine with him. The party wouldn't be for another two days, on the 25th of December.
They arrived back at Grimmauld Place via apparition once more, and this time, Lisa didn't dry heave, though she still looked sick. Upon entering the house, they moved to the living room. Andromeda took a chair while Lisa and Harry sat on the couch. She gave them both an amused yet strained smile.
"You aren't Harry's penpal from the Colonies, are you?" she asked at last.
"Urk!" Lisa choked on her own spit. "W-what are you talking about? Of course I-"
"Sorry, but there's no point in lying to me," Andromeda said. She took out her wand. While Lisa tensed, Harry just sighed. "I swear on my magic that I shall not reveal the secrets the two of you divulge to me." There was a flash of light, and then a strange hum that rent the air. Andromeda lowered her wand. "There. Now will you tell me the truth?"
"Uh…"
"It's fine, Lisa," Harry said. "I was going to tell her eventually."
"You were?"
"Yes. We need people who can help us, and Andromeda is my barrister. There's no one better to entrust this secret to than her."
"You flatter me," Andromeda said with a smile.
Lisa gawked. "Didn't know you had one of those."
"Well, I do."
Andromeda chuckled at the two of them. "You were waiting for a good time to get that magical oath from me, right? So, who is this girl? Judging from how unused to apparition she is, I'm guessing she's a muggle."
Again with the muggle…
"Yes, she's an ordinary human," Harry said. "Lisa was the first friend I ever made-no." He shook his head. "She's one of the few people I've ever been able to call a friend."
Lisa's cheeks flushed. "H-Harry?!"
Looking back and forth between the two, Andromeda said, "It looks to me like you're more than just friends."
While Lisa's cheeks turned a shade of red he rarely saw, Harry tried to ignore the fluttering in his chest. He'd have liked to deny her accusations. He would have liked to claim that Lisa was like a sister to him. Yet the truth of the matter was different; he hadn't been able to see her as a sister for awhile now.
That bothered him. He didn't want things to change between him and Lisa. There was no telling what would happen if they did, what would become of her, and also, there was Daphne to think about. He still hadn't been able to figure out what his feelings were for her. This wasn't even going into the political ramifications that this whole mess could cause.
Even though Daphne would never be able to claim the position as someone's wife-at least, so long as she wanted to keep her family name-if he did decide to marry her, then taking Lisa as his first wife, or even his second, would cause problems. Political problems. Not only would it be a blow to his reputation in the wizarding world, but it would jeopardize Daphne's position. To have a non-magical person take the position of wife was like a slap to the face in magical society.
There was also Nathaniel Greengrass to think about. There was no way a man like that would allow Daphne to marry someone who married a mundane human. Of course, all this was going off the assumption that he would marry Daphne. He still wasn't sure if that was the best option.
"I won't lie and say we aren't close," Harry said. "Lisa is probably the person I'm closest to. However, that's not the issue right now."
"I suppose not." Andromeda shifted, crossing her left leg over her right. "You told a muggle about magic, thereby breaking the law. If you were anyone else, I would've reported you. However, since it's you, I know you must have a reason for it."
Harry shook his head. "There's no great reason this time. I just didn't want to keep lying."
"I see." Andromeda raised an eyebrow. "Well, in that case, why don't you tell me what you want?"
"I'd like you to help me keep this a secret. I've created the alias that Lisa is a penpal who's attending Salem's Witch Academy. To that end, I need someone who can help teach her a bit about our world so she's not floundering whenever something magical happens in front of her."
"Oi! You make it sound like I'm an invalid or something," Lisa complained.
"When it comes to magic, you might as well be."
Lisa's shoulders slumped. "Y-yeah, but you don't have to say it like that…"
"I can help teach her what she needs to know," Andromeda said. "However, understand that my time is limited. You're not my only client, even if you are my best client. In fact, if we weren't related, I'd never do this for you."
Harry nodded. "I understand. I hear you've been busy since our lawsuit."
"I've been extremely busy," Andromeda corrected. "Making sure all of the companies we filed a lawsuit against pay our reparations, dealing with the various factions, weeding out people who try to skim money off us, and trying to determine which new clients to accept has been exhausting."
Ever since the lawsuit, Tonks & Tonks had become the number one barrister group in Great Britain. Even people outside of Britain had been coming to have Andromeda work for them. While the popularity gained from Harry's lawsuit was good for publicity, the truth of the matter was that having so many people wanting her to work for them meant she spent less time working and more time sifting through potential customers. It had to be annoying.
"Have you thought of hiring some aids?" asked Harry.
"I have, and there are even a few people I'm looking at. However…"
"However, you'd have to bring them into the fold," Harry deduced.
"Yes," Andromeda said.
Lisa stared at them both. "I don't get it. What are you two talking about?"
"Legal matters," Harry said. "Anyway, Andromeda, I was wondering if you'd like to stay for dinner? I think it would be a nice surprise for Sirius if he could see his cousin again."
"I don't mind staying, but do you mind if I invite Nymphadora and Ted?" she asked.
"I don't have a problem with that," Harry said. "Though you'll want to be careful of the portrait. She's got no choice but to keep quiet, however, I'm not sure how Walburga will respond to Ted's presence."
He might have been able to keep a tight leash on Walburga's portrait thus far, but he still had a long way to go before she would accept all of his beliefs. That was another reason he'd been careful about where he let Lisa's secret out. He didn't want that portrait discovering that Lisa wasn't a witch.
Andromeda smiled. "Don't worry. I know how to deal with a portrait."
XoX
It turned out, dealing with a portrait meant casting a silencing charm on it. Harry had been correct when he assumed Walburga's portrait would not like seeing Ted Tonks. She might have put up with Andromeda for Harry's sake, but the bad blood between her and Ted, a "mudblood," was too much for her right now. Not even his magic had been able to stop her from going off. Perhaps with time, that would change-no, he would make her change. For now, however, this was necessary.
"It's good to see you again, Mr. Tonks," Harry said as he greeted the man with a handshake.
"The pleasure's all mine," Ted replied.
Unlike Andromeda, who he had worked with a lot before disappearing, Harry rarely saw Ted Tonks, except for when he had come over for dinner. Ted was also a barrister, and while he wasn't as popular as Andromeda, he had no shortage of customers.
Ted was a fairly large man with an average appearance. He had brown hair, brown eyes, and a regular build with a bit of a gut. Looking at him next to Andromeda was disparaging. While he felt bad for thinking so, some part of him couldn't help but wonder what someone as gorgeous as Andromeda saw in Ted Tonks. Saying that, the man was affable, kind hearted, and a good man. Perhaps that was it.
"Nymphadora isn't here," Harry noted. "I guess she's working?"
"Yes," Ted said. "Something big has happened over at the Ministry, so she's been pulling several all nighters lately."
It must have been Pettigrew's murder. That was the only thing he could think of that would cause Madam Bones to make her aurors stay late. No doubt they were doing everything in their power to discover the killer.
I wish I could help.
Sadly, not even being the Boy-Who-Lived gave him permission to help in an investigation like this. All he could do was sit tight and wait.
I hate waiting.
Harry coughed into his hand. "Let's not stand on ceremony. Come into the living room and I'll get us some tea."
The living room's decorations were only half-finished. It had been expanded to about three times its original size, and there were several tables that had been set up. Streamers that represented every color of the four Hogwarts Houses hung from the ceiling, creating long loops, which would change color every five seconds. He still needed to decorate the walls, but he planned on finishing that up tomorrow.
"Mr. Tonks, please allow me to introduce my friend, Lisa," Harry said with a gesture. "Lisa, this is Ted Tonks, Andromeda's husband and the second barrister for Tonks & Tonks."
Lisa wiped her hands on her pants and tried to curtsy. "Uh, it's very nice to meet you, sir."
"A pleasure to meet you as well," Ted Tonks said.
Tea was served by Kreacher, who remained invisible even now. Harry spoke with Andromeda and Ted while Lisa quietly sat beside him. She seemed nervous, or perhaps she didn't know what to say. Harry supposed he could blame her. All of this was pretty new to his friend, who'd never once had to deal with adults in this manner.
"I've heard about everything that's happened," Ted Tonks said at some point while they were all sitting around a table. "I know you've probably grown sick of hearing everyone offer you false platitudes, but I am sorry to hear about what happened to your friend. I can only imagine how hard that must have been."
Ted was right. Harry had grown tired of hearing platitudes like this. At the press conference, everyone and their mother had been offering him their "heartfelt apologies," but it was obvious to him that none of them actually cared that Hermione had died.
A part of him hated those people for it. How dare they give someone false sympathies. How dare they pretend to care. Yet that was human nature. Humans always liked to feign a sympathy they didn't feel, and Harry couldn't condemn other people for doing something that he had done himself.
"No, it wasn't easy," Harry said. "However, it's all in the past. Let's not dredge up what happened in the past."
They moved onto other topics, talking until Sirius and Professor Lupin came back carrying loads of party supplies. Sirius had taken one look at Andromeda. Then he'd dropped everything he was carrying, raced up to the woman, and pulled her into a hug of gargantuan proportions.
"Hahaha! I'm so glad to see you, Andy!"
"I'd be more glad to see you if you'd put me down!"
"Not a chance!"
Lisa and Harry watched as a laughing Sirius spun Andromeda around like she was a child. The grin on his face was miles wide, practically splitting his face from ear to ear. Sirius really did look like a kid when he was excited like this.
"Harry?" Lisa said.
"Yes?"
"Is your godfather crazy?"
"Probably."
Professor Lupin walked over to Ted Tonks and greeted the man with a firm handshake. They spoke like old friends, which made sense. They had gone to school together, though Ted was a few years older than Sirius and Professor Lupin. That hadn't stopped him from being pranked. According to his dad's stories, Ted was not only one of the people they pranked the most, but it was thanks to Sirius that he and Andromeda had gotten together.
"I'm glad to see life's been going well for you," Professor Lupin was saying. "It looks like you've been pretty successful."
"We've been doing well for ourselves, maybe even a little too well recently," Ted admitted.
"I have heard that your company has received a lot of attention as of late."
"It's true."
Harry stopped focusing on the adult's conversation to look at his friend. Lisa was frowning, and her shoulders were slumped with a sort of forlornness. He frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Lisa said, shaking her head. "It's just… seeing you talk with those two about so many adult things really makes me realize how different we are." She looked down at her cup of tea. Her face was set in a grimace. "I've always known that you were calm and cool and mature, but I don't think I ever realized how much more… like an adult you were. It's kind of funny. You call me your best friend, but I feel like I barely know a single thing about you."
"You shouldn't say things like that," Harry muttered. "You might not know everything, but it's not like you know nothing-and you're learning a lot more about me. If anyone is to blame for you not knowing stuff, it's me. I'm the one who kept you in the dark for so long. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I know you couldn't say anything."
While they both understood the situation, it didn't make what was happening any better. Harry was beginning to realize something. He and his friend had been drifting further and further apart the more involved he became with the wizarding world.
However, Harry didn't want that to happen anymore. He didn't know what he felt for Lisa. He didn't know what he should be feeling. The only thing he knew was that she was important to him, and he didn't want to give her up. Not for the wizarding world. Yet there were only a few ways to bridge the gap that separated them.
And Harry didn't know if he could commit to any of them.
How troublesome.
XoX
Two days passed by more quickly than Harry had expected. Perhaps it was because he had been so busy; he'd gone shopping with Lisa and Sirius, finished decorating for the party, helped Sirius and Professor Lupin with the motorcycle, worked on his own projects, and spent whatever free time remained with Lisa. He'd done a lot in just two days. That probably explained why he slept in on the day of the party.
Waking up in bed, Harry did all of the things that he normally did. He exercised, refreshed himself and got dressed, and then spent the morning reading the news and checking his stocks before everyone else woke up.
It looks like three more people have gone missing in London…
"G'morning, Harry," Lisa said as she stumbled into the kitchen and plopped down at the table. Breakfast appeared before her. It was a testament to how used to magic she'd become that she didn't even blink. The first time food appeared before her like that, she'd shrieked her head off and started blabbering about ghosts and curses.
"Morning." Harry slid a warm drink over to her. It was his rejuvenation beverage, which he made for Tracey every morning at Hogwarts. This one had been modified for non-magical consumption. "Drink up. That'll wake you up."
Lisa did as told, taking a huge gulp from the cup. Her body perked up, straightening almost like her spine was snapping into place, and her ears turned bright red as steam wafted from them.
"Whoa…" she muttered. She took another sip. "This is some strong stuff."
"It should be," Harry said. "I made that drink especially for you."
"Is that so?" Lisa mumbled as she took another sip, this one much longer than the last. Her ears were still red for some reason.
Huh, the physical effects should have worn off after the first sip.
Sirius and Professor Lupin came down next. Both of them were tired, but Harry had prepared drinks for them as well. Professor Lupin was impressed. He asked Harry about the rejuvenation potion, to which he and his dark arts professor discussed throughout breakfast, much to the displeasure of Lisa and Sirius.
"It's like listening to a couple of nerds," Lisa said, wrinkling her nose.
"I don't know what a nerd is, but I agree," Sirius added before attempting to change to subject. "So, the party is today."
"That's right," Harry said. "Tonight, to be specific."
"What time are your friends coming over?" asked Professor Lupin.
"Early this afternoon," Harry answered.
"Then we still have some time to do some last minute preparations."
"Right."
After breakfast, Harry had Sirius and Professor Lupin help him finish the decorations. Lisa sat on the couch and watched as they swished and flicked their wands, moving furniture around and creating streamers that went along the walls and ceiling. She was pouting.
"You know, as a teacher, I really should report you for using underage magic," Professor Lupin said.
"But you won't," Harry shot back. "After all, no good Marauder would rat out their friend's child."
"He's got you there," Sirius said as he slashed his wand, creating a spray of what appeared to be paint. However, rather than splash everywhere, it stopped mid-air and began floating like bubbles, which then shifted and changed colors as they bobbed around the room like they were caught on zephyrs.
"You have your father's mischievious side and your mother's brain," Professor Lupin spoke with a sigh. He flicked his wand. Streamers shot from the tip. "A dangerous combination, to be sure."
"I wish I could use magic like you guys," Lisa pouted. "It's not fair."
"Don't be too upset, little lady," Sirius said. "It'll give you wrinkles."
Lisa's response was to pout some more.
It took about an hour to finish decorating. Lunch was ready by the time they were finished, and after lunch, the group went into what was now being called the game room. It was basically just a small room that negated the house's magic. There they played various Nintendo NES games until Harry's friends arrived.
"I'm glad all of you could make it," Harry said as he exchanged greetings, hugging Daphne, Susan, Hannah, and Lisa, and slapping backs with Blaize and Neville and Terry.
"We wouldn't miss this," Tracey said, grinning.
"A party thrown by Harry Potter? Definitely not," Hannah added.
"Astoria and I were looking forward to it," Daphne said.
"I was not," Astoria complained, crossing her arms and huffing.
"Of course not," Daphne said with a conciliatory smile.
They had come with their parents, who'd also been invited. Fortunately, after the obligatory greeting, Sirius and Professor Lupin took the adults into another room where they could "adult" and let the kids do as they pleased. Harry could hear bits and pieces of their conversation through the walls.
"Oh, dear, I had not realized you would be here. Shouldn't you be at home, in bed. It can't be healthy for someone who's so decrepit to leave her room often."
"Shouldn't you be out plotting to murder your next husband?"
"I'm not sure of who to marry yet, so no."
Sounds like Celestina and Augusta are arguing…
"Come on, you guys," Lisa said, grabbing Daphne by the hand and pulling her up the stairs. "You guys have to play the Nintendo with us!"
"Nintendo?" Blaize questioned with furrowed brows.
Harry grinned. "I bet you guys are going to love the Nintendo. Just be sure not to use magic around it, okay?"
It turned out, they did love the Nintendo NES. After their initial shock, which involved them gawking like mundane children who'd just seen their first magic trick, the group had really gotten into playing. Oddly enough, the one who Harry had expected to get the most into-Tracey-was not the one who liked it the most.
"Come on! Come on, Mario! Jump! Don't let that stupid turtle get you!" Blaize shouted as he played his turn. He was doing pretty well for someone who'd never played. He had already beaten the first castle. Harry was impressed. "Don't think I'm going to let you strange red mushrooms beat me!"
Terry and Neville were sitting next to Blaize as he played. They were staring at the screen like zombies, with their mouths wide open and their eyes glazed over. Harry wondered if showing them Mario was a good idea.
"I'm not sure letting them play that was a good idea," Daphne said, unknowing parroting his thoughts.
"I'm beginning to think you're right," Harry said.
"I want to play too," Tracey mumbled, her longing stare locked onto the screen.
"You can play if you want to," Harry said.
"Oh, no," Daphne interrupted before Tracey could cheer. "If Tracey started playing, she'd never stop, and then we'd have to pry her away and it would take hours. No thanks. We're going to have to get ready for the party soon anyway."
Harry blinked. "But the party isn't for another three hours."
Daphne, Susan, Hannah, both Lisas, and even Tracey stared at him like he was stupid.
"Us girls need time to get ready," Lisa Turpin said.
"A lot of time," Hannah added.
"In fact, we should probably start getting ready right now," Daphne began. "It's going to take at least an hour to do our make up."
Harry didn't get it. He knew women took longer than men to get ready. Lisa took at least an hour longer than him to get ready for school, but he thought three hours was excessive. That didn't mean he was going to argue with them.
"In that case, you may want to pry Astoria away from the Nintendo. It looks like she somehow got ahold of the controller."
"What?" Daphne blinked, looked at her side, blinked again, and then swiveled her head toward the TV. Astoria was, indeed, sitting with Blaize and the other guys, controller in hand and fingers tapping away at the buttons. "Stori! We're supposed to be getting ready for the party soon."
"But Daph, I just started playing! Let me play for a little longer!"
"Absolutely not. You have to get ready for the party."
"But the party isn't for another three hours!"
That's what I said.
"Yes, and that's barely enough time for me to do your hair, your makeup, and put your outfit on-not to mention my own outfit. There's a lot that we need to do."
"B-but this game is so fun!"
"You can play it later, Stori."
As everyone watched the two sisters bicker, Tracey saddled up to Harry, a wide grin splitting her face. "Are you as amused by these two as I am?"
Harry took one look at the two sisters. Daphne had grabbed Astoria's hand and was trying to drag the girl away, but the younger of the two had had a strong grip carpet and was refusing to budge.
He looked back at Tracey.
"Yes," he admitted. "Yes, I am."
XoX
The party had started, but the girls had yet to come down. Harry didn't want to say he was getting worried, but, well, he wouldn't deny that he was curious. He understood that girls took longer to get ready than boys, but what could they possibly be doing that it would take over five hours to get ready? He and the other boys had been ready for the party when it started! And they hadn't gotten dressed until the party was half an hour away!
There were a lot of people at this party, more than even he had expected-far more.
Harry had left the matter of sending out invitations to Celestina and Augusta Longbottom. Despite how they didn't get along, both had somehow come to an agreement on who to send letters to. Now there were over fifty people inside of Grimmauld Place's living room.
Being the host-technically, Sirius was the host, as this yuletide festival was "in celebration of his release"-Harry had been making his rounds around the party. He'd met with all the movers and shakers. He spoke with the fringe families and light families. He rubbed elbows with the darker families that had come at Celestina's behest, while sharing laughs and smiles with those who lived in the light as Augusta wanted him to.
Just as Augusta had introduced him to some of the light families that he didn't know, so, too, had Celestina helped him with the darker families. There were several. The McNaivers were distant relatives of the Notts. There was also the Ashwoods, a dark family who had immigrated from Germany. There were many people, and thanks to his eidetic memory, Harry had made sure to memorize every new face he saw.
Professor Lupin and Sirius were also there, making friendly. Professor Lupin had tried to leave before the party started. However, neither he nor Sirius were going to let him. They had immobilized Professor Lupin before he could make off, stuffed him into a suit, and then kept him frozen until it was time for the party to start. The werewolf had sulked for a while, but even he couldn't stay upset as Sirius dragged him around the room.
It looks like they know a lot of these people.
While some people were still wary of Sirius, shown by the way they grew silent when he approached, it didn't take long before many of them were animatedly chatting with him. Sirius had a way with people. He was so upbeat, always smiling and laughing. It was hard for someone to remain suspicious in the face of such gaiety.
Andromeda, Ted, and Nymphadora were also present. While Andromeda was decked out in a lovely dress that flattered her womanly figure, Ted had donned his best business suit and Nymphadora had… well, at least she was wearing a dress. That said, she picked at her dress every few seconds, as though longing to be rid of it. This forced Andromeda to slap the girl's hands, even as she politiced with several other guests.
All of his male friends were also present. Blaize moved with his mum and Celine, his flirty older sister who occasionally threw Harry winks. Neville made rounds with his gran. Terry had looked completely out of his element-until Harry had introduced him to Andrew Fulton, a wizarding astronomer who studied the magical theory of star-based rituals. He'd been speaking with the man ever since.
As he was talking to Emily Smith, discussing the latest in magical medicine, the doors to the living room opened… and Harry finally understood what had taken the girls so long to get ready.
They were breathtaking. Harry wasn't the only one who was stunned as they walked into the room. Blaize, Terry, and Neville looked like they'd been hit by a stunner, and some of the guests who were around their age appeared similarly struck dumb. There were even some older witches and wizards who eyed the group of seven, though Harry did not approve of the stares. It was like they didn't see the girls in question. It was more like they were judging the girls' worth, as if they were a source of monetary gain instead of people.
Begging off his conversation with the mediwitch, Harry made it to the girls before anyone else. He greeted them with a smile.
"You girls look stunning," he said. "I think you've just left the entire room speechless."
"As well we should," Tracey said, turning her nose up in the approximation of a snobby noble. "My beauty has clearly left them in a state of stupification."
"Such a humble girl you are," Daphne said with a sigh.
"What do you think of my dress, Harry?" Lisa Crawft asked as she twirled around, allowing the elegant folds of her golden dress robes to shimmer and ruffle. It was a single-shoulder dress, the kind that resembled those worn by Hollywood actresses. Harry had designed the dress based on one that he'd seen being worn by Meg Ryan.
"You look even lovelier than I imagined you would," Harry said honestly.
Lisa's entire face turned red. "Ah… t-thank you."
"You look pretty dashing yourself, Harry," Hannah said, her voice as bubbly as her stunning yellow dress, which swished as she walked.
Harry grinned. "Thanks. I do look rather dashing, don't I?"
"It seems Tracey isn't the only humble one here," Susan joked. With a dress the same color as her hair, she walked up to him. Harry held out his arm, allowing her to slide her arm through. She was wearing white silk gloves, which moved up to her forearms. Her dress was sleeveless.
"Humility is my middle name," Harry said seriously.
Susan smiled. "I'm sure."
Lisa Crawft pouted at the two of them, and so Harry offered her his other arm. His friend smiled. She took a step forward. Then she stopped, looked back at Daphne who slowly shook her head, sighed, and took a step back.
That was weird.
"There are a lot of people here," Lisa Turpin said.
"Political parties always have a lot of people," Blaize said as he, Terry, and Neville walked up to them. "Can't politic unless there are loads of people."
"I guess…"
"Don't worry about the others too much," Harry said. "We're only going to take one round around the room. I'll introduce all of you as my friends, and then we can seclude ourselves under the pretense of 'wanting to speak with people our own age'."
"A sound plan," Daphne agreed.
Tracey just groaned. "I hate politics."
Introducing his friends to everyone was an interesting experience. He had to be careful of how he introduced everyone, and also the order introductions were made. To mitigate favoritism, Harry took a clockwise tour around the room. With each new group that he "bumped into," he introduced his friends, starting with Susan and Neville, then Blaize and Daphne, followed by Hannah, Lisa Turpin, Terry, Tracey, and Lisa Crawft.
Susan and Neville were always introduced first; they were members of the Founding Five, so, along with himself, they were the highest ranking individuals there. Blaize and Daphne were members of a Noble House. Tracey, Terry, Hannah, and Lisa Turpin were normal witches and wizards. Of course, Lisa Crawft wasn't even magical, but no one except his friends, Sirius and Professor Lupin, and Andromeda Tonks knew this.
It was just as Harry and his friends were about to "beg off so they could catch up with what's happened over the Christmas holidays" that someone unwanted entered the room.
Lucius looked immaculate in his silver dress robes, and Narcissa complimented him with her dark green gown. Walking beside them was Draco, dressed in the finest robes galleons could buy. There was a sickening smirk plastered over the man's face.
Harry kept his shock from registering, walked up to the trio, and bowed his head politely. "Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, it has been awhile since we last met. I had not realized you were coming."
Celestina and Augustus had not sent them invitations. Harry also didn't know how they'd gotten in, unless…
Kreacher.
Harry hadn't told the house elf that he forbade these three from entering, and Narcissa was a Black, regardless of her last name. Kreacher had no reason not to let them in.
An oversight on my part. I should have foreseen this.
"Indeed," Lucius said with the quiet confidence and grace of a deadly cobra. "My family and I were in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. We wanted to give Narcissa's cousin our heartfelt joy at his newfound freedom-because we are family."
"Of course," Harry agreed. The only sign of his wariness was the twitch of his fingers. "Please, enjoy the festivities."
Lucius smiled a viper's smile. He had Harry caught within his trap, and he knew that Harry also knew that. Curse this man.
They wandered over to Sirius Black and Professor Lupin. As they did, Draco turned his head and gave Harry a smirk, as though he'd been the one to have orchestrated this entire thing.
Arrogant sod.
His friends walked up to him. Their expressions all varied, but most were centered on concern.
"Harry?" Daphne asked, placing a hand on his arm.
"Sorry," Harry said to his friends. "Do you mind if we stay for a moment longer?"
Something was about to happen, something big, something that could be potentially ruinous. Lucius would not have come by for any other reason. Harry needed to know what that something was. If he didn't know, then coming up with an appropriate countermeasure was going to be impossible.
"It's fine," Tracey said. "We'll stick around."
"Thank you."
"Ugh," Astoria glowered at the three. "This is just what we need-a bunch of arrogant sods."
"Stori," Daphne whispered, her voice containing a hint of warning. Lisa Crawft, the only one who didn't know the Malfoys, watched on with worry.
"Sirius, it's wonderful to see you in such high spirits," Lucius greeted with false joviality. He sounded genuinely happy. Harry was reluctantly impressed by the man's acting ability.
What's Sirius going to do?
Harry was understandably worried. Sirius was his godfather, but he was also a loose cannon. There was no telling what that man would say or do.
To Harry's relief, Sirius did not react rashly, but instead graced Lucius with a wide grin. "Lucy!" he said with a cheerfulness that was teeth grating. "It's so good to see you! And Narcissa, cousin, I haven't laid eyes on you since you were a scrawny brat who followed me around everywhere. Look at how you've grown."
Narcissa twitched, but gave Sirius an indulgent smile. "It is nice to see that you haven't changed much from man I once knew."
Sirius's laugh was a loud guffaw that echoed through the now silent living room. "You know nothing can change me."
"Indeed," Lucius said, and the once "happy" smile suddenly became predatory as he locked eyes on Professor Lupin.
"Professor Lupin," Lucius spoke again, but this time, his tone was different. No longer jovial, no longer kind, it was now laced with amused venom. "It has been so long since you and I have seen each other. I hear you're teaching at Hogwarts now."
Professor Lupin must have sensed the underlying poison in Lucius's tone. He was tense, like a coiled spring. "Lucius. It has indeed been a long time. You are correct. I am a teacher at Hogwarts these days."
Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry spotted Celestina, Andromeda, Madam Bones, and Augustus Longbottom all head toward the now dangerous confrontation. They surely sensed it just as Harry did. Whatever was going to happen, whatever reason Lucius was here for, the moment was coming soon.
"You teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, yes?" Lucius inquired with polite curiosity. "Draco has told me so much about you. He has given you nothing but praise."
From the disgusted expression on Malfoy's face, Lucius's words were a lie.
"Has he? I'm very grateful, though I'm just doing my best to instruct the next generation," Professor Lupin said, his expression and voice humble.
"Truly? That is good to hear. You seem to have a lot of experience," Lucius said. His lips curled into a cruel smile. "Though I am not surprised, given the dark nature of your existence."
Oh, no.
Harry's eyes widened at the same time that Professor Lupin became ramrod straight.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Professor Lupin said, his voice choked.
Lucius's smile couldn't have been more vicious if he tried. Harry, upon seeing that smile, tried to rush through the crowd, to head off whatever Lucius was going to say. He was too late.
"Oh, do not be modest, Professor Lupin. There is no need to hide the fact that you are a werewolf."
With only a few words, Lucius Malfoy not only ruined Harry's yuletide party, but he also destroyed Professor Lupin's reputation.
Harry should have known that his good fortune wouldn't last.
XoX
Lucius Malfoy had left the party after dropping his bomb, politely excusing himself as he and his family disappeared. Harry had been unable to repair the damage done. Celestina and Augustus had taken charge, subtly convincing the others to leave-not that there had been much need. Once Lucius had told everyone that Professor Lupin was a werewolf, they were all too happy to leave.
That poisonous snake!
Harry wanted to rip his hair out in frustration. He should have known that Lucius knew of Professor Lupin's condition, should have realized that man would attack the professor. Pettigrew had been a Death Eater. That meant every Death Eater in Voldemort's inner circle had known about Professor Lupin's affliction.
As a werewolf, Professor Lupin was one of the few weak points that Lucius could attack to undermine Harry. He couldn't attack Harry directly. That was political suicide. However, if he attacked Professor Lupin, exposed Professor Lupin for what he was, then he wouldn't need to attack Harry. Word would spread, and pretty soon, everyone would know that Harry was friends with a werewolf.
Werewolves were hated in wizarding society. Many considered them to be a blight, a black mark, a stain. Those who befriended a werewolf were shunned as if they were a werewolf themselves. The very act was considered criminal. Everyone would treat you like you had the plague. Harry's reputation was sure to suffer for this, especially since he had no intention of leaving Professor Lupin to fend for himself. Was there any way to recover from this?
It was the next day. Christmas morning. Harry had done as he'd always done-exercised, washed off and got dressed, and then sat down to breakfast.
The Daily Prophet was already on the table when he arrived in the kitchen. The front page headline was titled DARK ARTS TEACHER IS A WEREWOLF! YOUR CHILDREN AREN'T SAFE! By the Daily Prophet's Gossip Correspondent, Rita Skeeter.
Hogwarts has gone barmy. While we all know that Albus Brian Percival Wulfric Dumbledore is an oddball, none of us knew how dangerous such eccentricities could be. Just yesterday, we discovered that Professor Remus Lupin, the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, is a werewolf! This writer is truly appalled by how the headmaster of Hogwarts was willing to hire such a dangerous creature, and the parents of the children who attend Hogwarts are even more so.
"I've known Remus Lupin since we attended Hogwarts together," said one concerned parent. "I never knew that he was a monster. Had I known, I would have never gone to Hogwarts, and now that I do know, my child certainly won't be going back!"
"My son was always wary around Professor Lupin," a young mother who shall remain nameless for her own protection stated in an interview. "Now we know why. Dumbledore, how could you hire a monster to work for you?"
These are just some of the concerns voiced by parents everywhere. There are many more. As of early this morning, no less than 200 letters have been sent to Hogwarts, demanding the immediate removal of Professor Remus Lupin from his post as the DADA professor. At the head of this crusade to remove such a dangerous creature is none other than Lucius Malfoy, a member of the Board of Directors at Hogwarts, and a man who's always believed in keeping our young safe.
"I've known Remus Lupin since we were young and attending Hogwarts together. I had always admired his diligence, and was glad when I learned he'd be teaching my son," Lucius Malfoy admitted to the press. "However, when I learned that he was a werewolf, I became shocked. He'd always struck me as a kind child, but I suppose it was merely a mask that he used to hide his more sinister nature. I can't believe the headmaster hired someone like that, knowing it would place our children in jeopardy."
We at the Daily Prophet cannot condone letting a known monster work at Hogwarts. While we understand that finding a professor for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position is difficult, the headmaster should have chosen a better person for the job.
For more information on Professor Lupin Lupin, go to page 6.
Harry didn't think he'd ever been more furious. The entire article was pure vitriol. It was tripe.
Too bad sheep love to eat the shite that people like Lucius feed them.
Professor Lupin was currently at Hogwarts, having returned there immediately after the party to speak with the headmaster. Harry hadn't heard back from him. He hoped the man would return some time today.
After the party, Celestina had apologized for what happened. It wasn't her fault, however. No one could have predicted that Lucius would learn of the party. It hadn't been advertised, and in fact, Celestina and Augustus had done their best to send invitations out discreetly. That Lucius found out regardless meant one of the people invited had informed him.
If I ever find out who told Lucius, I'm going to make them regret being alive.
"Morning, Harry," Lisa mumbled as she entered through the doorway. A necklace hung from around her neck, jingling as she stumbled to her seat. It was made from white gold, and a small pendant sat in the center.
Harry had commissioned that necklace for her Christmas present. It was a magical item that had been enchanted with basic protection magic. While it wouldn't stand up to dark magic, it would protect her from basic jinxes and hexes, which might become necessary in the future. He'd given it to her last night.
"Good morning," Harry grunted.
Lisa frowned as she grabbed the cup that he slid over to her. "What's wrong?" she asked before taking a sip of the rejuvenation potion.
Harry pushed the newspaper toward her. "See for yourself."
As Lisa read the newspaper, Sirius walked into the kitchen. He looked worse than Harry. Bags hung under his bloodshot eyes, his posture was slouched, and his face held a haggard appearance like he'd aged 20 years in a single night. Slumping as he sat down, Sirius greeted Harry and Lisa with a grunt before piling the plate that appeared before him with food.
"You look like you got a good night's rest," Harry snarked. "Couldn't sleep?"
Sirius shook his head. "Not a wink."
"Worried about Professor Lupin?"
"Yeah…"
Harry couldn't blame Sirius for being worried. There was no telling what would happen now that Professor Lupin's secret was out. However, the fact that he'd been denounced as a werewolf was debilitating. Werewolves couldn't hold jobs, they weren't allowed in most places-including Diagon Alley-and they had no rights to speak of. Being a muggleborn was easier by far.
Professor Lupin didn't return to Grimmauld Place for another two hours, and when he finally arrived, his worn down appearance said it all. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen someone look so defeated.
"I'm no longer going to be your professor, Harry," Professor Lupin said with an accepting smile as they sat down around the living room. He and Sirius had taken a pair of chairs while Harry sat on the couch with Lisa.
"You mean Dumbledore fired you?!" Sirius all but shouted.
Professor Lupin shook his head. "No, Headmaster Dumbledore was going to fight on my behalf. However, doing so would have been a futile struggle. It would have weakened his position, so I resigned."
"Given the current situation, that was probably the best way to mitigate the damage," Harry admitted.
"What are you saying?" asked Sirius, aghast.
"I'm saying that if he'd stayed as a professor, Headmaster Dumbledore and he would have had to fight a losing battle," Harry said. "Professor Lupin is a werewolf. Regardless of everything else, that fact won't change, just as the hearts and minds of the people won't change. They would have been fighting against the entire wizarding world. That's not a fight that can be won, not even by a man like Headmaster Dumbledore."
Even though he said this, it was still galling to be forced to submit to Lucius Malfoy's scheme. Harry hated that he couldn't think of a way to rectify this situation. The only possible way for this to be even somewhat repaired was if…
If Professor Lupin had a job.
"What are you going to do now?" asked a curious Lisa.
"Now?" Professor Lupin shrugged. "I don't know. Since everyone knows I'm a werewolf, I can't find employment. I might have to get a job in the muggle world."
"Mundane world," Harry corrected.
Professor Lupin blinked. "Huh?"
"Why don't you just stay here?" Sirius suggested. "This place is pretty big, and I've got enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life. You don't need a job if you stick around."
Shaking his head, Professor Lupin said, "Thank you, but no. I'd feel bad if I had to rely on you."
"Actually, I think it's a great idea." Harry stood up. "Stay here for now. I'll fix this."
"Fix this?" Professor Lupin looked like someone had struck him in the face. "How?"
Harry grinned. "By finding a way to show the world that you aren't dangerous."
Another chapter has come and gone, and Harry seems to be getting over his guilt a bit more. Part of the problem with writing about someone who can remember everything is that he tends to be too serious. People like Harry take every problem onto themselves. It's annoying, but what can you do.
Before I forget, I have a quick announcement. The fifth book of my American Kitsune series, A Fox's Vacation, is finally available for pre-order. If any of you are interested in supporting my dreams of becoming an author, be sure to order a copy. For those of you who do order my book, you have my undying gratitude. Thank you!
A Fox's Vacation
Hot springs, nude scenes, and fan service galore!
Spring break has finally come. Kevin and Lilian are traveling to California with their friends and family, where they plan to enjoy a week at the beach and attend the San Diego Comic-Con.
Of course, with this mixed bag of yōkai and humans involved, disaster waits around every corner. Between getting caught in the middle of a war involving kappa and kitsune, a mysterious assassin who's trying to kill Lilian, and the spandex-clad Sons and Daughters of Humanity, Kevin is going to have his hands full.
He really should have seen this coming. Whoever said that hindsight is fifty-fifty deserves to be punched in the face.