(a/n): Welcome all to Chapter 20 and thanx for the reviews.

I take note of a lengthy but anonymous review protesting how I divided the Basilisk wealth. Briefly, Harry did the most, Ginny suffered the most (yes you can argue it was her fault, but that's about the same as blaming a rape victim for wearing a short skirt in my opinion) And Ron and Hermione were the only ones to help in solving the puzzle.

Onto current events, yes Harry agreed to return to the Dursleys' Possibly hoping things are pleasant, but not planning on taking any of their crap. And getting back what is his, even if he knows it's comparatively little. Getting the Dursleys in trouble with the British IRS sounds fun, actually just finished a good story that does that. An especially vengeful Harry "Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Wizards by Corwalch" posted here (Not for Hermione or Weasley lovers)

Naming customs came up in a review. I called Amos Amos VI Diggory. The usage was intentional. Royalty calls themselves George VI, Elizabeth II etc. So I'm just putting the surname after.

Hermione, well, I still don't know where she'll be by the end of the story but I think everyone will be proud of how Ron handles the whole situation. Got a wedding on my mind. There will still be antagonism between the former best friends for quite a while. And I had to address Wizard law with its anti-Muggle bias here.

I decided to bring the Creeveys into the story more, then I read the father was a milkman. That detail from JKR is ignored here.

A somewhat brusque review objected to Susan knowing a "Muggle" term like QED. Yet, Ron seems thoroughly fluent in the colorful language like 'bloody hell' Also, spells are very Latin driven, so I actually believe the reverse that Purebloods would have more than a nodding acquaintence with the language.

Honorable mention to Archangel the lord of death who reports reading Not the Only Redhead 7 times. Just might know more about it than I do by now. Cheers!

20 – August at Privet Drive

Harry wasn't especially looking forward to seeing his relatives. He'd reached the point where the word family meant his Magical friends, even though there was no blood tie. Relative left a foul taste in his mouth. He did, however, like the scheme that had been developed with very little input from him. In short, show off.

Susan summed it up "Act like Malfoy. But, DON'T become him."

Arthur Weasley's handling of part of the Potter fortune had even led to a convenient help. It had come from an offhand comment by his son. It did cause minor embarrassment for Harry.

"Barnabas Creevey." A tall blond-haired man introduced himself "My boys have told me everything about you. Never doubted your innocence for a second. Those gold coins of yours… fascinating! I was able to nearly double the size of my limousine business."

What Harry did like about him was that he didn't stare, or even ask about, at either of his distinguishing features. "Pleasure to meet you, sir." He replied politely "You don't have any problem with me using your cars like this?"

"The fleet needs some action every day." Barnabas answered "And it's only a 30 minute round trip. Of course, we never tell the client that. The only thing is you have got to let Colin drive. I know he's not technically old enough, but he is tall enough to look the part and he's been driving around on the property since he was 11. The DVLA gave him a license based on all that experience. COLIN! DENNIS!"

Colin Creevey, who had embarrassed Harry for the first couple years of his Hogwarts career had grown up. Figuratively and literally. Only a year younger than the former object of worship, Colin stood head and shoulders over Harry and had hints of facial hair. Dennis, with the onset of puberty, was in the middle of a growth spurt and barely two inches shorter than Harry. Both were currently covered in grease, oil, and other assorted auto fluids.

"Well, I'll pass on handshakes if you don't mind." Said Harry, with a smirk "If you're actually going to do the driving, I'd suggest a bath. Or two." He was dressed in semi-formal wear. Enough, combined with the limousine, to attract all the gossipers of Privet Drive.

Colin yelped for joy and bounced up and down "Thanks! DAD! SHYTE! Sorry." That was him hitting his head on one of the lights hanging down. "Oww….I'll be down in ten minutes."

"Take twenty." Ordered Barnabas. To his younger son's pleading expression, he complained "Both my top techs! Oh fine. Go. Now, Harry, since we're trying to dazzle them with your status as an Earl I'd strongly suggest the Bentley. British manufacture. Seats ten comfortably. Fully stocked bar … well, since you're all minors… suppose we'll have to change that out for juice and soda."

Susan, who was the most comfortable in all the finery gently scolded "Ron, stop tugging on your collar."

"Allow me." Barnabas offered, he tucked and tugged at Ron's shirt in various places. Then declared "That should do it." Ron was pleased with the adjustments, though he'd reddened during the process.

"Can't believe how much they grew." Harry commented.

Proud father that he was, Mr. Creevey explained "We're all tall in the family. I'm the runt. Their Mother is nearly as tall as I. Rather hoping they'll match Dad. And I understand you really did not have the chance to notice."

"No, I suppose not." Harry admitted, thinking fleetingly on his time is Azkaban. He glanced at Ginny who was wearing dress robes similar in appearance to what she'd worn to the Yule Ball. He asked "You ok there?"

She nodded "Oh, sure. Just seems a bit of a waste to make these outfits."

"They're yours, Gin." He replied "Wear them whenever you want. All you Weasleys deserve the best."

With the limousine fully prepared, and two flags displaying the Potter Crest attached to the front, they were ready. Colin and Dennis appeared dressed as chauffeurs. They bowed to the party and Colin said "Sirs, Colin Creevey at your service, I will be your driver today. My associate, Dennis, will see to your needs."

"Err… thank you" said Harry uncomfortably.

Colin continued in his part, addressing Harry "With your permission, Earl Potter, we will escort your ladies." Dennis, who had a bit of a crush on Ginny jumped forward eagerly and offered his hand. He quite happily tucked her hand into the bend of his elbow.

"Thank you, Colin." Said Susan as she slid into the limo.

Harry was the only one to not jump as it started moving. It startled the three Purebloods. He laughed at them and said "Hey Colin! They don't trust your driving!"

"That's okay." He retorted "I have the Queen's blessing."

Harry was the victim of glares that he just shrugged off "Can we relax, now, please?"

"Just wanted to show we knew what we were doing." Said Dennis. He moved to the soda fountain and offered "Coke Lord Potter?"

Harry rolled his eyes, accepting the glass and replied "Thank you, and don't forget one for yourself."

"The help shouldn't be drinking with the clients." Colin commented from the driver's seat.

Dennis retorted "Watch the road. OJ for you, right? Trust me Ginny, Coke is great. It's what us Muggles drink instead of pumpkin juice."

"He's right, Gin." Said Susan, glaring at Harry "Just watch the fizz. It tickles your nose. More warning than I got."

He poked her in the ribs causing her to jump in the long bench-like seat "So, what's the plan?"

"You don't do a thing, Harry." Answered Colin "We carry your luggage to your room. You tell us where to go, what to do."

Susan added "You're the boss."

"Come on Harry! You're great at being in charge!" offered Ron. He leaned across the limo and slapped his knee.

Ginny suggested "#4…that means the Dursleys live at one end of the street. Right? So we should make sure we go the other way around so the whole street can see us coming."

"Good thinking, Ginny." Said Dennis "Instead of approaching Privet on Wisteria, Col, drive down Godalming and turn left on Privet. That way we go the whole length of the block."

Harry felt that was strange and said so "Just how do you know my neighborhood so well?"

"Part of the job, Earl Potter!" Colin called back from the driver's seat "We can also tell you the location of the nearest pub, grocery store, pharmacy, movie theatre and gas station to our destination.

x x x x x

"RIDICULOUS!" roared Vernon Dursley "That is what this whole situation is! We feed the good-for-nothing! Give him OUR son's spare bedroom!"

Dudley was even worse. "I AM NOT GIVING UP MY BEDROOM! DAD! DON'T MAKE ME!"

"Now, now, Popkin." his Mum comforted him, rubbing his beefy shoulders "Not to worry. Mummy and Daddy will deal with that."

Vernon yanked open the drapes and looked out the window for the twentieth time "At this rate I could have been in work most of the day!" he complained. It was currently all of 10AM. He dropped his bulk into his recliner, ignoring the strain, picked up his prime possession and started clicking TV channels.

"Why, good afternoon Mrs. Kwarteng, what can I do for you?" Petunia said quietly into the telephone, not wanting to disturb her napping husband. She was all too happy to take a call from the wife of their local MP.

The Kwartengs lived at the far end of Privet Dr. Homes there were identical to those the Dursleys lived in and it quite tickled their vanity to be living in the same house and such an important figure. "Oh, nothing at all Mrs. Dursley." Replied the voice at the other end of the line "I just thought you might like to know – a car stopped here a moment ago. They were looking for #4. Should be there in a minute or two."

"Thank you very much for the heads up Mrs. Kwarteng." Replied Petunia, graciously. Although she knew it was her rotten convict nephew of a deadbeat Potter, she always offered utmost courtesy to this important neighbor.

Hardly had his Mother hung up the phone that Dudley burst through the door, naturally jarring his Father out of a sound sleep. "MUM! MUM!" he shouted. You did not use Mummy with your friends around "You've gotta see what's coming down the street!"

"Oh Mummy knows, Duddikins." Petunia said softly, hoping Vernon would not get angry. "The brat's here Vernon. And apparently has no idea of courtesy. Had to ask for directions. Disturbing neighbors like that.

Piers Polkiss shouted from outside excitedly "Hey! Big D! It's stopping here! Your parents hit the lottery or something?"

"Must be!" an excited Vernon heaved himself up and made his way to the door "About time something went our way!"

Showing he did pay attention sometimes in school, Dudley noted "Dad that's a Noble Crest."

"Good eye, son!" Vernon praised him. He remained inside the door while he tucked in his shirt and buttoned it all the way up. Meanwhile Petunia was highly concerned that her no-good nephew would show up and ruin whatever this magnificent moment was bringing them.

x x x x x

"Look at them falling all over themselves." Colin chuckled.

Harry, practicing his act, scolded him "I trust you actually have the address correct this time, driver!"

"Sir! Yes, sir!" Colin fired back in a serious tone. With practiced ease, he brought the extended lengthy, heavy, vehicle to a smooth stop. Beverages in the passenger section did not even ripple. "You want to drop a listening charm on me?"

Harry nodded, "Should be interesting, if you don't mind. Spionaggio."

x x x x x

The man stepping out of the driver's seat was tall and lean. He wore sunglasses, a white shirt, black suit and black tie. Vernon noted that he briefly spoke into his sleeve. He bowed and approached "Hello, sir. Vernon Dursley. How may I help you?"

"Then we are at the correct address." Said Colin, allowing a brief sigh to escape.

Petunia came out, peered worriedly up the block then courtsied. She had to poke her husband to introduce her.

"Ahh...forgive me... sir." He said "This lovely lady is my wife Petunia. And, and my son, Dudley."

Without any prompting, Dennis exited the side door and approached "The Lady is becoming impatient" he said "Is this the correct address?" At Colin's nod, he briefly exchanged words with the occupants of the passanger section, then opened the trunk and began disgorging substantial luggage.

x x x x x

"Colin must be ready to explode." Ginny said with a laugh "Dont think he's used to someone kissing his arse!"

Harry said "Well, let's drop the bomb."

"Not a chance!" Susan held him back "All of us deserve to see the expression on their faces. You are last out. Ron and Ginny first, then me, then you."

Ron exited then held out a hand for his sister.

"My Lady, welcome to our humble home." Said Petunia, courtseying even deeper than before "How might we serve you?" Vernon accepted that a woman should address another woman and merely bowed silently. He shot a glare at Dudley and Piers who were almost openly drooling at the spectacularly dressed, beautiful young woman.

Ginny was thrown out of step by this, they were expecting Susan to play that part. She improvised, speaking royally "It has come to Our attention that a member of Our House once lived here. We are curious. Please ... rise."

"Thank you, Lady." Petunia said in her most gracious tone. She gave the street a concerned look. Nothing like she expected to see was coming. It did not even enter her mind that Nobility could be referring to her worthless nephew.

Susan stepped out and took a silent position just behind Ginny. She found it vaguely insulting that Harry's cousin and his friend ignored her. But for Dudley not to recognize her for the moment played well. She listened to Ginny weaving a fascinating tale that was ... well... a lie. And, apparently, Harry was enjoying it too, a little too much. So she called out "Would the senior member of our party please present himself!"

"Oops." Harry laughed, knowing he'd sat around a bit too long. He assumed a severe expression. Dressed in his formal robes and with a velvet eyepatch, he looked much the part of a pirate turned gentleman.

His uncle instantly turned purple and started shaking. He directed his anger at Ginny, whose story had seemed so perfect "YOU! LIAR!"

"Don't touch my sister!" growled Ron. He imposed himself between them.

And Harry was only an instant behind "Ginevra is in fact House Potter's chief vassal, Uncle." He said, coldly "And you will treat her with the respect due my station as an Earl!"

"This is how you waste the money you're blackmailing out of us, Potter!" Vernon snarled accusingly "Putting on airs. Dressing up your freak friends!"

Harry smirked "Didn't think you wanted to discuss such things in public. Perhaps we should retire indoors. Besides, our formal clothes are a bit hot in today's weather. Colin, Dennis, take my luggage upstairs please." He held out his hand, which Susan rested hers on top of and made his way in.

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." The brothers replied hastily, bowing, playing their part.

Left behind in surprise the Dursleys rushed into their living room to find most of the furniture there occupied. Harry and Susan took the loveseat, sitting close with their hands together on his knee. Ginny and Ron sat on the couch, nowhere near as close and Ron was tense after the earlier outburst by Vernon. He had his wand out, but concealed up his sleeve.

"Now see here Potter!" Vernon started "We granted you the cou-"

Harry cut him off "Before getting into that, Dudley tell your little friend to beat it before he gets it beaten for him."

"Watch your mouth, freak!" Piers growled "Maybe we should play a little Harry-hunting."

Susan stood up and said "You'll have to get through me."

"I might enjoy that." Piers smirked.

Susan emitted two short laughs, and looked him up and down appraisingly "Harry's told me how the lot of you used to chase him around the neightborhood." She closed the space between them to a few inches.

"You're too good for him." He replied arrogantly "I'll show you a good time."

She threw a look over her shoulder at Harry, then turned back. She looked Piers in the eye, then lowered her eyes, seemingly demure, grabbed his shoulders ... then lifted her knee. Harry and Ron winced, somewhat in sympathy then amusement. Ginny clapped.

Dudley caught his gasping friend, looking up at her in shock. "I-I- he'll press charges!" he exclaimed.

"I didn't see a thing." Ron commented. Harry and Ginny both shrugged.

Harry glared at his uncle "I did warn him. Anyway, as regards the money you mentioned, a drop in the bucket really compared to Potter wealth. I'm just reclaiming what Dumbledore gave you for no good reason. You never spent any of that money on me. Just gave it to Dudley. Ungrateful git! Remember before my First Year. Thirty-six presents. What'd he whine? 'lastyearIgotthirty-eight!' And-"

"Brat, gave you the food-" Vernon interrupted.

Harry finished "-off our table out of the goodness of our hearts. Blahablahblah. Heard that one, too. Well, I'm here, in spite of the advice of my true friends and family to help the wards Dumbledore created to protect you."

"And you!" Petunia snapped "He explained it in that letter when he left you."

Harry shrugged "True, but I can get about as good from the protections around the Potter mansion."

"Almost a castle, really." Ron offered.

And Ginny added "I think the main loo is bigger than this."

"See here girl!" Vernon growled, pulling himself out of his chair. Then he protested "HEY!" When Ron pushed him back into it.

x x x x x

They were interrupted by Dennis, who bowed to Harry and said "Your pardon, Earl Potter. We have a situation that requires your input. The room you indicated is still occupied."

"Didn't I tell you what room I would be in?" asked Harry in a cold tone. He got to his feet and bounded up the stairs two at a time. As others arrived, he had his wand drawn. "I'll deal with this."

Susan restrained him and whispered in his ear. Vernon and Petunia cringed in fear at the drawn weapon.

"Ya think?" asked Harry in response to his girlfriend's whispering. And in lightning succession, he fired half a dozen "Reducios" and everything in the room was shrunk to the point that it could fit in the palm of one hand. He added an "Accio" which pulled it all together at his feet.

Ron smirked and encouraged him "Step on it, mate!"

"NO Harry!" Ginny intervened. I have a better idea. She knelt down and scooped the tiny furniture into her hands. She brushed past the stunned Dursleys and went downstairs. When, once again, the Dursleys arrived she told everyone to stay where they were and said "Right, Harry, reverse the spell. Come on. Trust me."

He complied "Engorgio" and all of Dudley's furniture returned to normal. There was an impassable clutter through most of the first floor. Magic seemed to take care of not damaging anything already there. But moving around could not be done without stepping on something.

"Colin, Dennis" said Harry "I believe that clears the room. Please move everything in. I'll organize it myself later."

The brothers nodded and obeyed.

"You! YOU! You're not allowed to do magic!" Vernon virtually exploded.

Harry smirked at him "It was a condition before I would come here. As long as I'm here, in this house, I have full permission."

"Well, what are we supposed to do with this mess?" Petunia demanded.

Ginny, who'd delivered the final blow, addressed Harry "Might I suggest, Sire, that we take our leave. All that heavy lifting made me hungry."

"I'm sure." Harry said, holding back laughter "Aunt Petunia … I, and my party, will be eating out this afternoon. You won't be able to get into MY room. It's locked with magic." He rather enjoyed watching them flinch. In mocking imitation of Viktor Krum, he clicked his heels and partially bowed to his relatives.

x x x x x

Back in the limousine, after it started moving, the entire group stared at each other for several seconds then burst out laughing. Harry rapped on the glass separating them from the driver's section and exclaimed "That was about the most fun I ever had in that house! EVER! I really thought it was a bad idea! Hey Colin, take us somewhere to eat. My treat!"

"Yes Sir, Earl Potter, Sir!" he replied.

Harry rolled his eyes and said "If you weren't driving I'd smack you one. Quit it with the Earl Potter shyte."

"Yes Sir, Earl Potter, Sir!" Colin repeated, cheekily.

Ron tugged on his collar and asked "Can we go somewhere we DON'T have to wear this stuff?"

"I say we take them to McDonald's" Susan suggested. "And no Harry Potter, don't you dare warn them. They're going in just as blind as I was."

Colin popped off his clip-on tie and started unbuttoning his shirt "If we're going there, I'm definitely outta this monkey suit."

x x x x x

"So that's the way you're gonna play it?" Harry demanded. It was nine days after his arrival that things hit this crisis. At first, his relatives followed the terms of his residence in Privet Dr. to the letter. Harry had, as well. Not a single bit of magic in their presence. Harry did his studying and practicing in the privacy of what was formerly Dudley's bedroom.

Vernon shook his fist at his nephew, he no longer dared actually threaten physical violence. "I have had it with this constant interference in our lives!" he snarled "And that stunt in the park yesterday! How dare you attack my son?"

"That his story?" Harry snorted "Well, believe it or not, the snot told the truth. Probably left out the rude remarks he made towards Miss Ginevra. She and I were merely returning from an afternoon at the movies." He always used formal and full names of his friends when discussing them with his relatives. And found the looks Ginny shot him amusing when he used her full name.

Dudley's eyes glinted with malice "I only asked what all the neighbors want to know. How is she in the-"

"Don't even finish that!" Harry growled. He smacked his cousin across the head and for the first time in their presence, drew his wand on the Dursleys. "The Kwartengs, your favorite neighbors, met some of my friends … Miss Ginevra included. They never made such assumptions."

Petunia put in "Calling that girl your vassal. Cavorting with any number of your 'friends' Just exactly what are people to assume? You are dragging down our reputation worse than ever."

"You mean like telling the truth about how out treated me?" countered Harry "Well too bloody bad! And I don't owe you any explanations for who comes to visit."

There was a knock on the door, and Albus Dumbledore entered "Good morning, Harry, Petunia, Vernon, Dudley."

"HOW DARE YOU ENTER MY HOME WITHOUT PERMISSION!" Vernon howled.

Dumbledore merely smiled, and quietly said "I heard there was some difficulty between yourselves and young Harry. It is my hope we can come to a reasonable solution. May I know the nature of this dispute in more detail?"

"Don't see it as a dispute." Replied Harry "Vernon refused to make today's payment. Fine by me. Transport is already on the way. I'll be gone in an hour."

Vernon crossed his arms and declared "Well rid of you, too."

"Petunia, let me appeal to your greater knowledge of the magical world. Lord Voldemort has returned to power. He will seek to harm Harry. And additionally anyone associated with him. That, regardless of your personal feelings, includes you and your family." said Dumbledore.

Her stony expression never changed, but Petunia replied "They owe us that much. After putting up with the boy."

"Harry, can you bend a little?" asked Dumbledore "You have, I think, made your point regarding the arrangements I had made. And, as you yourself pointed out, House Potter does not actually need the money."

That set Vernon off "WHAT! YOU'VE BEEN BLACKMAILING US AND DON'T EVEN NEED!" in the middle of his rant, he stomped toward Harry and raised his arm.

"PetrificusTotalis!" Harry cast and he watched his uncle crash to the floor. He spun and did the same to Dudley, who had just started to get out of his seat.

Dumbledore gave him a disappointed look and scolded him "Harry, that was uncalled for. Finite.Finite.Now -"

"We already talked about this, Judge." Harry cut him off "I want the money back that they never did a thing to deserve. This is-"

Vernon struggled to his feet, and fell into his chair "Works out to more than we were ever paid."

"Blame his negotiating skills." Harry retorted, flicking a hand in the Headmaster's direction "Or, just paying me for the pleasure of my company."

Colin came in at that moment and addressed Harry as usual "Good morning Earl Potter. I am ready whenever you are."

"Mr. Creevey?" asked Dumbledore.

He nodded "Yes, Professor. Earl Potter contracted with my Father's company to provide transportation while he was here at Privet Dr."

"We are settling that matter at the moment, Mr. Creevey." Said Dumbledore "You may leave."

Colin shook his head "With all due respect, no Sir. We are not at school and right now I'm only answerable to Earl Potter."

"Come on, Colin" said Harry "We're both leaving. Now. Unless I get my daily payment." He did not look at his relatives, but at Dumbledore.

The Headmaster sighed and nodded "Very well, Harry. I yield. For today, I will cover it, direct transfer from my vault to yours. And Petunia, I beseech you to discuss this with your husband and clear it up. That a matter of people's safety should come down to a matter of mere money. I am highly disappointed. I thought you were better than that."

"That's a joke." Harry snorted "Then why did I land in Azkaban?"

Dumbledore cast his gaze downward "We have been over that ground before, Harry. I cannot change what happened in the past. Why do you continue to dwell on things like that?"

"I agree to what you offered." Said Harry, ignoring the question "Colin, I guess you can take off. Sue's supposed to come this afternoon." The pair walked outside.

The younger Gryffindor nodded and replied "Not a problem. Umm… there's something else."

"Mr. Creevey? You are still here?" asked Dumbledore, he finished talking with Harry's Aunt and joined them.

"Harry, according to our standard client contracts, an unfulfilled pickup is subject to a one hundred Pound penalty." Said Colin.

Harry glared at him for an instant, then simply redirected himself "They'll be paying that, too, Judge. I wouldn't have called the limo service if those idiots had just done as we agreed."

"It strikes me, Harry, that you are imposing the same sort of rules that you hold me in such contempt for." Said Dumbledore "You object to the fact that I made decisions and took actions that you now disagree with. Tell me, is it fair that you are expecting compensation from them for an agreement that you made with Mr. Creevey?"

Harry just shrugged.

"Be that as it may." Dumbledore continued, "I need a moment alone with Mr. Potter. Excuse us, Mr. Creevey. From past experience, I fear a link between yourself and Lord Voldemort. Therefore, for your protection, I am sending Professor Snape to teach you Occlumency which will show you how to defend your mind."

That earned a severe glare from Harry "And you're telling me there's no one better than Snivellus to do this?"

"ProfessorSnape has my complete trust, Harry." His tone clearly scolding the teen for his reaction "And he his most accomplished in the art."

He scoffed at that "Madam Bones knows lots of Potion Masters better than Snape. And better teachers too."

"That is neither here nor there, Harry." said Dumbledore "You will cooperate with Professor Snape. He is sacrificing much to do this. I have arranged for him to be here at 7PM. I must be going."

As the old Headmaster vanished Harry turned to Colin "Sooooo…what was that about?" he demanded.

"Decided I could make a little pocket money." Replied the younger teen with a shrug "And I could tell you were just going to pass it off on Dumbledore, anyhow…or your relatives. So…I figured…. Why not?"

Harry did not know how to react for a minute. First surprise, then anger, finally he laughed and slapped him on the shoulder "Never would've though of that! Hehahahaha! That's good! Hey did the Hat consider putting you in Slytherin?"

"Me?" asked Colin with a surprised look "With my bubbly attitude and camera fetish? Not a chance. But, that was also before I dated Veronica Urquhart."

Harry blinked "You mean next year's Slytherin Captain? And a Seventh Year, no less?"

"You're not such a dunderhead after all, Potter." Colin sneered in a bad Snape imitation "Which reminds me. What are you going to do about our loving Potion Master?"

"You heard?" asked Harry. At Colin's nod, he continued "Not surprised. Sue's due here for lunch. Can you floo call her? Ask her to bring Madam Bones."

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