(a/n): Thanx for the reviews folks. They're what makes authors tick.
Well I think everyone is bugged by Dumbledore's behavior. Particularly Amelia, who is in charge of Harry. In a normal world he'd be charged with among other things custodial interference. But he often gets to be judge and jury. Harry chose wisely in Susan's aunt. Molly, for example, would have been a bad choice despite her caring for him. Money, Dumbledore, and Dursleys is for later.
Hermione, who several think need to butt out, has a life-changing event in this chapter. Time for that punchline I talked about earlier instead of deepening hostility with Tonks.
Snape? Running out of time, but not there yet. Wouldn't be fun if he fell on the first blow.
The Basilisk intelligent? I actually think that's true and I did that more directly in Book 7 & 3/4, my first story. In this one, no real time to address it other than a monster in a monster movie. Harry had to kill it for him and Ginny to survive.
16 – The Train and The Station
"No more pencils! No more books! No more Teachers dirty looks!" a group of younger students ran by Harry giggling and screaming. He found it greatly amusing.
"Good morning Harry Potter." A female voice interrupted his thoughts.
He grinned as he turned "Good morning, yourself, Luna Lovegood."
"It has been an interesting year. Has it not?" she commented.
He nodded "Suppose you could put it that way. So what are you doing this summer?"
"Daddy and me are going to Norway." She replied "He wants to find a nest of Crumple-Horned Snorkacks. They are also rumored to know where the Dodos are."
Professor McGonagall had caught the running students. Scolded them and was now chasing them into the Great Hall.
"I don't remember Snorkacks from Magical Creatures." Harry admitted "But, the last Dodo died out around 1900, I think."
Luna nodded agreeably "Yes that it what Muggles are actually taught. But, Daddy has evidence that at the same time the Ministry was trying to protect the Crumple-Horned Snorkack in the Wizarding World, they also did the same for the Dodo. This, of course was much earlier than 1900. Daddy's research is based mainly on our own family history. Orion Lovegood, who was Director of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures for most of the 17th Century, foresaw Muggles coming to the Island of the Dodos and removed some."
"Shall we?" Harry said, offering his hand. He filed what she'd just told him along with most of the other Luna data he learned, and paid more attention to his growling stomach. He liked the blond Ravenclaw, but sometimes she told him more than he was interested in. At the head of her Table, he bowed over her hand formally and made his way to Gryffindor Table. He sat between Dean Thomas, on the other side of whom, was Ginny and Parvati Patil who had taken up with Cormac McLaggen at about Christmas time.
Opposite him were Ron and Hermione. They chatted about not much until Ron pointed in the direction of the Hufflepuff Table "Look who's here." He mumbled around a mouthful of toast and pointed.
"Morning." Harry mouthed to his girlfriend.
She winked at him and tugged on the neck of her t-shirt.
He remembered biting and sucking on that particular spot of Susan's anatomy. He flushed slightly with guilty pleasure and mouthed "Sorry."
"Another year gone." Announced Dumbledore "And once again, as I understand it, the House Cup needs awarding. The points stand thus. In fourth place, Gryffindor House with one hundred eight points. In third place, Slytherin House with two hundred twenty-one points. And in second place, Ravenclaw House with two hundred twenty-nine points. And in first place, Hufflepuff House with three hundred seventy-seven points. Hufflepuff wins the House Cup! A bit of redecorating is in order."
No Cup had been awarded the year of the Triwizard Tournament. And that year's Leaving Feast only displayed Hufflepuff banners in black to honor Cedric Diggory. For the past year, the Great Hall was bannerless. Now, as Dumbledore clapped his hands, black and gold banners appeared above the Tables. Professor Sprout stood and cheered her House. And the Hufflepuffs let out a victory scream and threw their hats in the air.
"Congratulations, Sue." Said Harry the instant the meal was finished and they were free to roam.
She smiled, but a bit of doubt crossed her face "You're not upset? Jealous? I mean I got a lot of those points because of helping you."
"Nah that's Ron's MO." He joked, knowing that wasn't true of his friend anymore. He tugged on her t-shirt enough to display the small bruise on her shoulder and kissed the spot. "Hafta leave one on me when you get the chance." He whispered in her ear.
Susan shivered at his hot breath and pulled his mouth to hers.
"It is not normal for us to note a particular student when it comes to House Points." Professor Sprout said quietly "And, I trust you will not spread this too widely. But well done Miss Bones."
Susan broke the kiss and replied "Thank you ma'am. Enjoy your summer."
"Mr. Potter, a word please." McGonagall more than requested.
Harry disengaged from Susan and followed her "Yes, Professor."
"I will have a batch of study topics delivered to you by the end of the week." She said "I believe you are ready for the Potions OWL. You could have easily passed Muggle Studies and Transfiguration. But, I would like to see a bit more work in Charms before you try that one."
Harry nodded and said "I put those off for Defense. Good thing too."
"Hmm… quite so." She admitted "And I am sure you have heard this before, but it is worth repeating. You did remarkably well against Crouch. You did nothing to be ashamed of. And that man was entirely deserving of his fate."
Harry repressed the guilt he did feel, though it was getting easier with each time he thought of the murder attempt. "Hope the Judge does a better job picking DADA next year." He snapped.
"In reference to the Headmaster." She said in a reproving tone "I do hope you will be on more cordial terms next year. I know he really is quite fond of you."
That made him even angrier "Right!" he snorted "That's why he sent me to lovely Azkaban. And why he always sides with Snivellus!"
"That was the last topic on my mind." She said "I would prefer not to finish in last place two years in a row. Kindly do not display any hostility to Professor Snape next year."
To this, he sneered at her "Again, I will treat him exactly the way he treats me. And actually I owe him payback for the last six years. Maybe you should stand up for your House a little more."
"Harry… I am not defending Professor Snape." She offered "But, may I again remind you of how much like your father you look. And how he treated Professor Snape."
Harry got nose to nose with her. Something of a surprise, given that he remembered her as always towering over him. In fact, he noted, he stood a bit higher than her. "Honestly" he growled "I can't say I give a damn. I wasn't there! Far as I'm concerned he started it. Certainly did with me!"
"I see." She replied, her teacher's façade hiding her shock "One final thing, then. Miss Weasley resigned from the Quidditch Team this morning. She stated she was only filling in until you returned. The Seeker's position, and the Captaincy are yours."
Harry was suddenly an 11 year old again as he eagerly snatched the gold badge from her. Then, he said "Thank you, but I … that is… I accept, provisionally. I need to speak with Ginny."
"As you wish." She replied, and turned to leave.
Susan, who had intentionally not heard a word, offered "Have a pleasant summer, Professor."
"Thank you, Miss Bones." She replied "To you as well." She set aside the confrontation with Harry to say farewell to the rest of her House.
Susan didn't say a word. She just snuggled up to Harry and draped his arm over her shoulder.
"You're not going to ask what happened?" he asked, curiously.
She started walking, pulling him along and replied "You'll tell me when you want to. I rather thought you'd like to get to the train early for some extra snog time."
x x x x x
"A happy summer, there Harry!" Hagrid called out. His tone was cheerful and rather hopeful.
Harry just sighed, didn't reply and boarded the train.
"Happy summer, Professor." Offered Susan as Harry pulled her up into the train. She gave a sad look to each, but then pulled Harry along in search of a compartment. She opened the first empty one and they started dancing around the enclosed place. Harry eventually backed her against the outside window and they started kissing.
Only a few minutes passed when a giggling Ginny Weasley exclaimed "Put me down Dean!" she kicked the door open and the second couple tumbled in. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"Where're Ron and Hermione?" asked Harry.
Ginny answered "Well, she decided I deserved some alone time. So she pushed him into another compartment. And … well… he's my brother …. I'd rather not go into too much detail."
"Hmm… alone time" commented Harry in a teasing tone "With three other people? Hey Dean…init she heavy? Eats like Ron."
The black Gryffindor just stood there and blinked. The muscles that his short sleeved shirt exposed showed no sign of strain.
"Eats like Ron!" Ginny growled "Got half a mind to Bat-Bogey you!"
Harry laughed and ducked behind Susan, who immediately protested "Some hero you are!"
"Can we snog in here without any yelling?" Dean wanted to know.
Harry shrugged "Not my business what you two do. As long as you're willing, Gin."
"Wish Ron had that big a brain." Ginny grumbled.
Harry defended him "Well, you didn't want to see him snogging."
"Mate's got a point." Dean admitted "Not looking forward to my lil sis dating. Good thing it's a long way off."
Harry innocently asked "How old is she?"
"Just turned ten." Replied Dean.
Susan guffawed into her hand and retorted "You poor boy! It's sooner than you think!"
"So? We can snog in peace?" asked Ginny.
Susan nodded and tucked Harry's arms around her waist "I think so. A few ground rules. No exposed flesh?"
"Agreed." Ginny replied.
Dean wondered "Do you even need us here?"
"Hush." Susan snapped, playfully swatting his arm.
Ginny added "And no moaning."
"Yeah, got that Dean," Harry put in. "Heard you before. Ohhhh Pansyyyyy!"
Ginny stuck her finger in her mouth and gagged "Getting close to that hex, Potter!"
"No actual intercourse." Susan suggested.
To which Harry blinked dumbly.
Before Ginny could comment, Dean put in "Technically we're all having intercourse right now. The four of us?"
"We are?" asked Harry, missing the joke.
Dean shrugged and Ginny bounced in his arms "Well social intercourse, anyway. Or perhaps we could call it a discourse."
"Back to moaning for a sec." said Ginny "Would it be allowed for something above a four?"
Susan's cheeks pinked a bit, but she shook her head and replied "Ahh… no. Nothing less than a six. Consider it a challenge."
"Err…what's a four?" Asked Dean. Followed almost by syllable with Harry asking "What's a six?"
The girls merely said "Agreed."
x x x x x
"He's not in there, losers." Neville declared, right outside the door.
Draco Malfoy declared "We're not stupid Lardbottom."
"That's debatable!" retorted Dennis Creevey, who was eyeing Goyle.
Goyle was smart enough to know he was being insulted and snarled "Take that back, Mudblood!"
"Make him, Mudbrain!" said Colin, stepping in front of his younger brother.
Draco was the first with a curse on his lips and his wand zeroing in. But, Neville was faster "Expelliarmus!" And the blond Slytherin went flying.
"Vthin arigh?" Harry Potter mumbled as his stuck his highly mussed head into the corridor. It was just in time to see banishing curses send the two bullies after their leader.
Colin had peered in, so he had a rather disappointed expression that Ginny was there and quite disheveled as well. But, he put on a proud face and said "Sure Harry. Just taking out the trash. My brother did that!"
"Zat a fact?" asked Harry as he turned his head "Nice work Dennis!"
x x x x x
Snogging, fun as it is, must eventually stop. Or progress into areas not appropriate for the Hogwarts Express will occur. So now Harry and a group of his friends had mostly taken over one of the party cars. Susan and Hannah were standing in one corner whispering and giggling together.
"Oof!" grunted Harry. He was returning from a bathroom trip and just crashed into an obstacle, or three.
A first year Ravenclaw girl had been running from a pair of male Housemates who were chasing her and firing tickle curses. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" she snapped.
"Oh a toughie, are ya?" Harry asked, fondly, as he steadied the girl, who was little more than half his size. "Running in the halls lands you in detention at Hoggies."
The two boys whispered frantically. All of them looked up at him, shocked. Then they fled.
"Scaring Firsties, Harry?" asked Colin teasingly.
Harry chuckled and flopped down in the booth next to him. He ground his knuckles into the top of the younger Gryffindor's head and fired back "I think they're bigger than you."
"Hey!" Colin protested "I've grown since then!"
Harry rubbed his chin, contemplatively and studied him "Eh" he grunted "Maybe a little bit. I – HEY!" He was reacting to a balled-up piece of paper bouncing off his head.
"Behave!" Susan scolded him lightly. And the laughing became more about that than Colin.
Eager to further the conversation from himself, Colin noticed his brother "Hey Den? Who ya got there?"
"Patty Stimpson" the younger Creevey answered with a blush as he tried to quickly pass through.
Colin blocked their progress with his leg and teased "My ickle brother got a ickle girlfriend?"
"Harry?" Hermione took advantage of the distraction "Can I talk to you? For a bit? In private?"
"Sure. Hey, Sue, I'll be back in a bit." He replied, agreeably. Now, the Hogwarts express was a large train, but privacy was about as easy to find as it was to get politeness from Cornish Pixies. That said, there was one spot where two people could have a private discussion as long as they didn't mind occasional interruptions. That was between the cars. It was completely safe and Prefects would periodically check the spells that kept it that way. Harry crossed his arms and casually leaned back against one car. He asked "So what's on your mind?"
Hermione sighed loudly and replied "It's my parents, Harry. I haven't been totally honest with them over the years."
"Oh?" he replied, amusement filling the single syllable. "Such as?"
She blushed and admitted "Well, the troll for example. Wasn't fifteen feet tall. I let them think it was just like in Muggle fiction. About waist high and it bit me in the knee."
"Hahaha" he chuckled "What about the basilisk?"
She shook her head and replied "Ummm I'll get back to that. Third Year, I told them the truth about Sirius being your Godfather. But left out the part about Professor Lupin being a werewolf. And about the Dementors. Fourth Year I changed the Dragon's egg to a Phoenix egg. I was pretty accurate with the Second Task, but I only told them what I saw of it. Not what you and Viktor told me."
"Or about you being a hostage, I take it." Harry concluded.
She shrugged sheepishly "One thing they did when we first went to Diagon Alley was get a subscription to the Daily Prophet. And here's where Second Year comes in. I'd hoped I could get away with telling them I won a lottery or something along those lines. But, bloody hell Harry! They're not stupid! £100 million worth of snake! The very next letter I got asked exactly how big it was!"
"And what exactly makes a Mudblood more desirable than me!" they were interrupted by Cho passing through cars.
Harry's good humor disappeared in the instant he turned "Just keep moving, Chang!" he ordered "And don't even bother spreading your lies! Susan even knows we're out here. So bugger yourself!"
"You uncouth peasant!" she shouted. She looked at the door, then at Harry, then back at the door and stood there. Finally demanding "Well!"
Harry shrugged "You know how they work, don't you?"
"No chivalry!" she declared, flinging it open and tromping through.
Hermione was laughing "Life will be so much better without her around next year. One thing, Harry. You do know her Family is on the Wizengamot? Don't you?"
"Yes." Replied Harry, acknowledging the concern "But her House has three votes. Mine has six. What does that tell you? Anyway…your parents?"
If he was willing to dismiss it so readily, she was too "I thought, perhaps, you could meet them. Help me explain. I know I really don't have a right to ask you-"
"Hermione, I think we're good again." He interrupted "I've got enough enemies for a lifetime. If you think I can help get you out of trouble, I'm there. In fact, do you think it will help if they visited my estate? Give me an excuse to show off?"
She rewarded him with a hug and peck on the cheek. "Well, not …uhh… wanting to push it-" she started.
"Buuuuuuuuut." He prompted.
"OF course I kept my word and didn't say anything." Hermione continued "But, Harry, if Professor Dumbledore thinks it's a good idea for you to stay with your relatives. Then why don't you?"
Harry shook his head "No, Hermione, that is not what happened. He ordered me to stay with them. He didn't suggest it, or say it was a good idea. He told me you go there!"
"You know he's convinced you are going to your relatives'. Don't you?" she asked.
He grunted uncaringly "Don't know where he got that impression. I told him I wasn't. At least four times."
"Won't he worry?" she added.
At this, Harry spit on the floor, contemptuously "That's about how much I care! I don't see how it's any business what I do over the summer! Look at it this way, Hermione. I have three choices where to stay. With Sirius, with the Dursleys, or at my own home. Now, I'd probably stay with Sirius if I didn't have Susan. But he understands, and can visit. Even meet her at least as Padfoot. Which would you choose? If you were me?"
"I see your point, Harry." She conceded "But don't you think you should at least tell him?"
He grunted "Eh… I figure he'll find out on his own."
And Hermione recognized that his patience with the subject was at an end. So, the pair rejoined their friends for the rest of the trip. Which went off without further incident. And concluded in a generally celebratory mood.
x x x x x
At 7PM Vernon Dursley was handing his car key to his son "The boy's train is due to arrive at 9PM. Remember, the letter from his freak school said it is just as much a matter of our safety as his. But, this is my car. You are in charge. Not him!"
"Sure Dad." The heavy-set, but no longer fat Dudley Dursley replied "I can handle Potter. If not, I'll just have to explain it to him." He cracked his knuckles.
Vernon chuckled and slapped him on the shoulder "That's my boy!" he praised "Boxing was really good for you!"
"Ohhh my baby Dudders." Petunia gushed over him. She practically attached her lips to the side of her son's face for a solid minute "So responsible and grown up!"
Dudley bounced heavily into the driver's seat, started the engine and took off at high speed. The tires screeching alarmingly. He quickly made his way to the highway and was soon exceeding the speed limit by a considerable margin.
x x x x x
In London, barely fifteen minutes before the arrival of the Hogwarts Express, Ian and Michelle Granger were getting into their Bentley Mulsanne. The couple was very successful dentists and enjoyed the status of a luxury car. Their second car was a luxury BMW. They were exceedingly proud of their witch daughter. Even if they did not fully understand the world that took up most of her life. The Wizarding paper they received helped some. But they often felt like it was written in a foreign language.
"I am driving, this time, dear." Ian insisted "You are entirely too emotional."
Michelle gave her husband a dirty look and argued "You aren't? Do you not want an explanation. Especially about this Potter boy. Our little Hermy associating with a criminal? A murderer. Reading between the lines of her letters he seems very Medieval in his beliefs. Taking another girl, a child even, as a virtual slave. That, Bibby, was it? An elf that most definitely fits the description of slave!"
"And this is most definitely why you are not driving." Replied Ian. He opened the passenger door, helped her in, closed it, rounded the car and got in the driver side. He ordered the vehicle "Engine start!" then resumed his speech "Go easy, luv. Hermy explained about the false conviction. Besides, frankly, I am less interested in Harry Potter than I am in giving this Ron Weasley the business. Not at all regular for a girl to stay at a boyfriend's home for much of the summer. That invitation was rather less than honest."
x x x x x
Platform 9 ¾ emptied quickly after the Hogwarts Express arrived. Wizarding Families collected their children while still on Platform 9 ¾. Muggleborn students passed through the gateway between worlds and into King's Cross Station.
"I'm dying here Harry!" complained Susan in strident tones. She pulled him past Ron and Hermione in a rush.
He laughed as she pulled him along "Why didn't you go on the train?" They came to a fork in the corridors and she rushed one way. But, he stopped her and pointed out "There's a loo right over there."
"Well, why didn't you say so!" she snapped, then let go of his hand and ran.
Harry paused long enough for his friends to catch up and told them "We'll be along shortly. I'll just wait for her."
"My parents always come from the higher platform direction." Hermione said "So just head that way."
Harry nodded then looked at a nervous Ron and said "Come on Ron. How bad can it be? After all, my girlfriend's Aunt is the top Auror. Her parents are just dentists who can drill your teeth."
"Harry! Shame on you!" protested Hermione "Do you not know he is worried enough as it is? I told you, Ron, they'll love you as much as I do."
Laughing at Ron's 'man on his way to his hanging' expression Harry ambled casually over to the bathroom Susan had run into and leaned against the wall. He was waiting for a few minutes when he spotted a most unwelcome sight. That of his cousin, Dudley. Not changing his pose, he demanded "What're you doing here, tubby?"
"Watch who you're calling names, freak!" countered Dudley "Dad sent me to pick you up. So let's - well, well, well, what do we have here?" He was eyeing a new arrival up and down.
Susan had just come up and slid her arm through Harry's. "I am not a what!" she snapped "I'm Harry's girlfriend! My name-"
"Is something he doesn't need to know." Harry cut in "As far as you're concerned, Dud, she doesn't exist. I'm not going anywhere near your house this year. So bugger off!"
Dudley shrugged and advanced toward Susan, first he addressed Harry "I don't care if I actually take you anywhere, but you owe me a hundred pounds for gas getting here." Then to Susan "Dunno what the freak did to get you. How about I show you a real man?"
"Really?" Susan's voice dripped with sarcasm "Except in sheer bulk Harry is ten times the man you are."
Harry swelled at her pronouncement. Dudley emitted a single, sneering laugh "That's your opinion. But, that's alright I'll take my hundred pounds out of your ass."
"You'll have to go through me, Dursley!" Harry growled as he grabbed a handful of his cousin's hair and yanked him away from Susan.
Dudley howled in rage and threw a punch. Harry sidestepped and the fist impacted solid brick. Dudley looked at the blood on his knuckles and curled his lip into a snarl as he glared at Harry. He lashed out with his uninjured hand. But again, Harry simply wasn't there. Again Dudley hit the wall. Surprise and fury evident on his face, he charged like a bull. Harry stuck out his foot and Dudley stumbled, crashing face first into the wall at full speed. Dudley slumped down, unconscious.
"OY! What's going on here?" yelled a voice. It was a security guard.
Susan touched Harry's shoulder and answered "I'm not sure, sir. I just came out of the bathroom. My boyfriend here was waiting. I saw this gentleman running. Maybe he's late for a train. Anyway, I suppose he turned too sharply and crashed into the wall."
"Hmm… I see." The guard, said somewhat doubtfully "So, you don't know him?"
She shook her head "No sir. Never saw him before today." It was, of course, the truth. "Sorry, but we're meeting someone. Can we go?"
"Certainly, Miss" the guard tipped his hat to her "I'll see to his care. Wish people would stop running in the halls."
Harry giggled, Susan stifled hers and the couple departed. Out of hearing range, Harry objected "Dudley? A gentleman?"
"It's better that way, trust me." She explained "If we tried to report an attack, the authorities would note him bleeding, you not. And likely arrest you. So that was your cousin? Huh?"
Harry rolled his eyes and answered "Unfortunately. Sorry."
x x x x x
Soon enough, they spotted the Grangers talking with Ron and Hermione. She was facing them and signaled with a hand that they should wait.
Susan smirked up at Harry and said "Don't be so impatient. Surely you can think of something for us to do."
"Guess I can." He replied, catching her tone. He playfully poked her stomach and stepped into her personal space. She backed up a step, then another as he pursued until she leaned against a supporting post. He planted his hands on each side of her head and declared "Trapped."
Fully aware of the people around them, Susan and Harry just lightly kissed. His hands were relatively still at her waist and her arms were resting on his shoulders.
"MUM! Stop!" shouted Hermione.
Harry faintly heard the distant shout, but couldn't quite decipher it through the kissing haze. But an angry voice just behind him, said something he'll never remember and his prison-heightened senses warned him of danger. He reacted swiftly, pushing Susan and dodging. Unfortunately for Harry, all of his combined movements led to a horrible wound. A hand hit the side of his head dislodging his glasses. The frames twisted and broke the lenses. A shard was propelled into his right eye.
"HARRY!" Susan shrieked as blood spurted everywhere. It ran freely down his face and she had dots of red all over her hands, arms and shirt.
Blindness, combined with agony, sent Harry flashing back to Azkaban. Recognizing Susan by touch, he shoved her away and yelled "RUN! Diggory's trying to kill me! I'll stop them!"
"That was an accident." A female voice said "I'm sorry let me help."
Harry heard the words, but they made no sense. He felt a hand on his shoulder that wasn't Susan. He grabbed it and twisted. The scream and the feel of cracking was very satisfying. "How do you like payback!" he snarled. Then he drove them both until he hit a wall. Then, he repeatedly drove his silver knee into his attacker's gut. He wrapped his hands around what he could tell was the throat and squeezed "At least you'll die first!"
"No Harry!" said Susan, rather bravely stepping into the breach. "I'm not in danger. Let her go." She really didn't think her boyfriend would want a death on his conscience.
And some of Harry's sanity returned after a moment. He did release his grip.
There was a scuffle that either hadn't been going on, or they hadn't heard. A male voice yelled "LET GO OF MY WIFE!" He charged and tackled Harry. That might have been it, because the man moved toward the fallen woman.
But the fall drove the piece of glass deeper into Harry's eye. Pain drove his sanity away and he fell on the man, hammer punching his back. Then pain seared through him like the Cruciatus. He thrashed about, incidentally causing more damage to his wounded eye. He fought it off and staggered to his feet, then it struck again but far worse. Body and mind overloaded he collapsed into the welcome arms of unconsciousness.
"He's down!" one officer announced. She, and five others deactivated their TASERs and rushed in to assist the wounded.
Laying on the ground was a young man whose muscles were suffering violent spasms due to massive electric shocks. A barely breathing woman who was also bleeding from her abdomen, and a semi-conscious man who was crying out his wife's name.
Standing there, looking at each other with mixed expressions of shock and grief were Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Susan Bones . For the three people were Ian and Michelle, Hermione's parents and Harry Potter.