A/N: A thousand apologies to everyone about the lateness of this chapter. I hit a wall that I could not find a way around: I had to bash through. To make up though, this chapter is one of the longer ones. Nearly cut it in two at one point, but managed to get a lot written once I broke through that wall, so I got everything I wanted in here. Now, without futher ado...
Harry stretched as he awoke, a yawn opening his mouth wide. For a moment he was puzzled at the lack of a warm body next to him; it was surprising how quickly he got used to having a bed partner. Then he remembered what Daphne had said last night, and he eagerly turned his head to look at the self-updating calendar by the bed. July 31st. Grinning happily, he allowed his head to sink back down onto the pillows as he let his thoughts roam back over the last month.
It had certainly been a roller coaster of a month. Things had happened thick and fast since the Will, with little time to reflect and comprehend. After the… tense, Order meeting last week, it had taken almost a whole day for all of them to calm down. Daniel Granger had, in fact, been the last to cool off, and had made extensive use of the training dummies that the Manor had. Had, being the operative word. He'd demolished several to the point that not even Dobby could put them back together. The display had, however, not repulsed Harry like he'd at first thought it would. Instead, it made the former soldier more human. Proved that he was not just a killer, a weapon honed by war and drill.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he recalled the audience that the ex-soldier had gathered as he worked off his anger. He'd started off demonstrating some combat moves that the teens could use themselves for now, but it was clear that he'd had to let go. Unsurprisingly, it was after one of the twins – Harry was still unsure as to which one it was who had cast the spell - had transfigured the dummy to look like Snape while Daniel's back was turned. His reaction had been… violent. And severe.
Hence why they now had to replace three dummies.
The twins had blanched at the violence that Daniel had unleashed… while Hermione and Daphne had blushed at the language that escaped his lips as he tore the Snape image apart. As the former soldier had moved onto the next one, Lily had pulled the two young men aside. From the sounds Harry had over heard, she was giving them a lecture about pranks, the time and place for such antics. Both had returned rather withdrawn, and quiet. In fact, the pair had been subdued for the rest of the day. And when they came back the next day there had been much less of their normal skylarking attitude.
Had she known, Molly would have been green-red with envy. Lily had done something in one ten minute lecture that she had been trying – and failing – to do in nearly sixteen years.
But the most interesting person in the group had been Narcissa, who'd watched Daniel with intense interest. She hadn't looked away when he'd ripped the head off the one dummy; even Harry had found himself flinching away from that, as the dummies were not just wooden blocks, but made to semi-realistically model the human bodies internal structure. Towards the end, Harry had begun to think that the former Mrs Malfoy's interests were turning… carnal, towards the soldier. Harry snorted. He certainly was the complete opposite of her former husband!
Harry was also pleased with the way his relationships with – as Victor had called them – 'his young ladies' was going. He'd started retiring earlier, allowing for more time to snuggle and talk. His relationship with Hermione was stronger than ever. She was still his conscious and moral guide, along with being the one to turn to when he did not understand or know something. But the addition of her as a lover really improved things. She was able to put up such a prim and proper front at school... but now he knew it was a front. Here, at Potter Manor, surrounded by close friends and family, she had relaxed and lightened up.
Susan had proved to be surprisingly sensual and passionate during their 'together time'. She really liked to snuggle, and had insisted on him spooning her during 'their night'. He'd been a little tentative at first, but Susan had proven to be stubborn about and had almost sat on him, wiggling her rear against his crotch. The predictable reaction had only prompted her to giggle... before dragging his hand around her body and tucking it inside her nightgown. She'd sighed pleasurably as the heavy fullness of her breast had settled into his palm, muttering something about how Daphne was right. After that, at least for Harry, awkward start, the pair of them had talked softly for over an hour. He'd praised her for standing up to Daniel Grangers training the best, while she had reiterated that he was not at fault for what happened to Kreacher. It had been clear even in that small window of time that the old elf would not have been able to cope with the family idea they were building. Better that he died happy.
Both Daphne and Fleur had been withdrawn after they returned from Grimmuald Place, and Harry had stuck to them for the rest of the evening. He knew, all too well, the kind of dark places one's thoughts could wander too in such a mood. They had actually broken Hermione's cycle that night, as both had cuddled up next to him during the night. Daphne was back to her normal self in the morning, and Harry found he was falling in love with her dry wit and grace a little more each day. Her devious mind was responsible for several of the more subtle ploys and ideas they had planned for their campaign against the Death Eaters. A verbal sparing match with her was always a joy to behold and participate in, and her use of innuendo was unsurpassed. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he recalled some of the dorm-room talks Ron, Semus and Dean had engaged in. Ranking up the various women – including some of the professors – in terms of how 'hot' they were. Unsurprisingly, Lavender had often come out top, due Harry thought to their more often contact with her. Daphne, despite being a Slytherin, had always been up there in the top half-dozen, which had caused Ron no small amount of discomfort. Now, Harry could say how hot she really was, from first-hand experience.
Not that he would ever betray her – or any of the others – like that.
Fleur had taken a bit longer to recover; as she explained it, the emotional aura of Horcruxes was like poison to someone like her, with her deep connection to passions and feelings. Touching the locket, however brief and inadvertently, had been a major shock to her system, and it had taken time to regain the balance. Being around Harry and the others had helped speed it along, as the positive emotions and feelings shared between them acted as a counter-agent to the darkness that lingered from the horcrux.
But more importantly he was starting to see beyond the front that Fleur, often without realising it, put up. Much like Hermione it was to protect herself. Far too many wizards looked at her, and only saw a 'ditzy blonde'… when they were not fantasising about laying her. The cold, aloof persona both cooled passions and allowed her to exercise her wit. Harry however had always known that there had to be more to her than an obviously attractive body. She hadn't been declared Champion for her school just for looks, after all. There was plenty of raw talent and ability lying within her figure… some of which she admitted to not ever having tapped, as it was based in the Veela part of her, of which she had at times been uncomfortable with. She had admitted that, in certain circumstances, the Allure was useful to distract and muddle thoughts, and the pyromagics were handy in general. Many would-be lechers had backed off when threatened with a fireball shoved into an intimate spot. But she'd never pursued the training to allow her to take the more… bestial, form that came with her blood. A full-blooded Veela could switch back and forth without effort, but for someone like herself, they needed guidance. After their talks however, she had agreed to at least consider it. If she never needed the ability, well… as Daphne had said, 'Better to have it, and not need it, than the other way around.'
A stray thought came to him then. Over the last week, Fleur's English had improved noticeably. She'd been spending a lot of time with Hermione and Emma, both whom, Harry had noted, were quite particular with language. It apparently helped that Emma was fluent in French herself, and Hermione could 'get by'. Between them, Fleur's English had become much less accented.
His relationship with Tracy was still in the early stages, but already they had a firm understanding and compassion for each other. They were alike in several ways, preferring to remain quiet and listen instead of being in the centre of things. While she freely admitted that she was not as academically as bright as the others, she was more in tune with 'common sense'. When she did speak out however, she was bluntly honest about things, very much calling things as she saw them. It had helped immensely with their plans, as she could be relied on to call them out when they started getting far too elaborate and complex. She reminded them of the goal: Destroy the Supremacist Movement, of which Voldemort was the most visible and high profile figurehead. They were hoping that taking him and his followers out would send the Movement reeling, giving them the chance to get a shot at the core issues that promoted the Movement, and maybe effect change on a cultural scale. It was ambitious, but as she had laughing said, two of their number came from the House of the Ambitious, at least at first. With two more of the Brave and Honourable to keep their morals straight, they should not go far wrong.
But now was not the time to think about such matters. No, today was his birthday! And already it was the best he'd ever had! Just the knowledge that he was surrounded by people who cared for and loved him made it better than any before in his life.
Almost jumping out of bed, he rushed through a quick shower before dressing in simple jeans and a short-sleeved polo shirt. A pair of warm slippers finished the ensemble before he moved to leave his bedroom.
Outside in the Potter's private space, the sound of the door opening made Lily look up. A warm, loving smile formed on her face as she stood up. "Morning."
Harry beamed as he walked towards her. "Morning mum." As he closed she opened her arms, and Harry accepted the obvious invitation. He stepped close and wrapped his arms round her, her own folding across his back. It was a slight shock for him to realise that he was almost the same height as his mother now; he was easily able to place his head next to hers, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Happy birthday son." She said softly, holding him close but not tight, prompting a sigh of pure contentment from him. This was what he had been missing for all those years. Just a simple hug from a parent, one who would always support and believe in him. He'd longed and dreamed so often about his mothering holding him like she was now. When he'd seen other students being greeted by their families after term he'd tried to ignore the small threads of jealousy that had flared up when he'd witnessed them receive hugs from their parents. Now though, he could just be. Within his mothers embrace, he could just be Harry, not the future Lord Potter, not a multi-married man, and certainly not the Boy-Who-Lived. With her, he had not need to hide his feelings, protect himself. She would never harm him, for he was her son.
For Lily, the hug was tinged bittersweet. While she'd been 'hitching a ride' in his head, she'd not really been there for him. He'd had no one to turn to when younger, and suffered for it. She'd missed out on so much… Seeing things from his point of view had been better than not being there at all, but she'd still never see him take his first steps, watch him as he played… While there was that unmistakeable mother-son bond between them, she was fully aware that she was hugging a young man. She'd never experienced holding him as a toddler, showing him the world…
Lily privately swore that she would be there for Harry for the rest of their lives. No matter what, she'd be there for him.
Relaxing her hug, she began to draw back, prompting Harry to follow her actions. She smiled at him, marvelling again at the way his face was almost pure James, but had hints of herself in the mix. The eyes were the obvious marks, but there were slight changes in his when compared to the man she'd loved and married. A small softening of the cheekbones, a fraction more rounded in the chin… Ruthlessly she forced down the idle thought of what a daughter she and James could have had would look like.
There were no point dwelling on that painful thought.
"Come on. Everyone's waiting downstairs." At the flicker of reluctance in his eyes Lily smiled. "Oh don't worry so Harry. No surprise party, and we only invited your friends… true friends."
Harry's stomach was a swarm of butterflies as he followed his mum down the stairs to the Potter's living space, a coil of dread joining them as they reached the doors that opened out onto the Grand Hall. Seeing his expression, Lily smiled warmly at him. "Come on. It's your day."
Nodding jerkily, Harry stepped through onto the small balcony landing, looking out along the length of the hall. Allowing his eyes to drop, he saw that everyone was gathered at the foot of the main stairs, looking up at him. The spread of faces made him freeze for a moment, before he started to recognise them. Hermione, Susan, Daphne, Fleur and Tracy – all dressed in nice summer dresses of varying cuts and modesty - were all in the front row, with Neville and Hannah on one end while Luna was on the other, her dragon once more with his little head next to hers. Clinging to her shoulder and back. Then there were the adults he knew, including Amelia, McGonagall, and the Grangers… including the recently arrived Richard Granger, Daniels son. He was on an arranged 'year of absence' from the RAF, having only just finished his flight training but as of yet had not been posted to a squadron.
A knot of bright red marked the four Weasleys; Bill, Fred, George and Ginny. There was Remus standing next to the Tonks. And with McGonagall…
"'Ere e is! Happy birthday Harry!"
Harry felt his mouth split into a grin. 'Hagrid! I didn't know you were coming." He called back as he started down the stairs to join the throng.
Hagrid shuffled his feet a little. "Thank Professor McGonagall and your Mum, Harry." He looked over Harry towards Lily, who was making her way more sedately down the stairs after her son. "Ya could 'ave knocked me down with a feather when I 'eard you were still living Lil's. If only…" He sniffled. Ever since the revelations regarding Harry's placement with, and treatment at, the Dursleys had come to light, Hagrid had been very worried about and ashamed with his role in those events.
Lily smiled a little sadly. "I don't blame you in any way Hagrid." She said softly as she reached the floor. "You trusted & believed in him, and he abused that trust." Reaching up on tip toes she just managed to pull the half-giants head down enough to kiss him on the cheek. "And thank you for being the one to free Harry from Petunia's family."
Hagrid blused. "Well… would'a done it for anyone, really…"
"Nonsense." Lily laughed lightly. "But lets not think about that any more. Today, it's all about Harry." She turned to look at her son, who was at that moment being hugged by all five of 'his ladies'.
"You've got a good lad there, and no mistake." Hagrid commented, beaming at the blushing young man.
Lily smiled warmly, feeling immensely proud. If only James could be here to see his son…
Movement out of the corner of her eyes drew her attention. Turning her head, she saw Racknor's image finish forming. The dragon spirit looked at Harry before looking at her. She nodded in response, understanding what the spirit was thinking of.
Clearing her throat Lily stepped forwards. "I know we were going to give the presents in the dining hall, but I think you need to open this one now." With Harry's attention on her Lily held out a small package, a dark red box held closed with a thin gold ribbon. After a nod from her Harry took the box, before hesitantly opening it. Lifting the lid, a gleaming solid gold ring was revealed, resting in a bed of velvet.
Daphne gasped. "Is that…?"
"The Lord of the House of Potter's signet ring." Lily answered her unfinished question. "The unmistakeable proof of being Lord Potter. It would have come to you in the fullness of time anyway, Harry. But it's your now. You're ready for it."
Wordlessly, Harry gently lifted the ring out, a look of awe on his face. Susan took the box from his unresisting hand. He looked at it, letting the heavy gold roll about his palm. He looked up at her. "I… what must I do?" He asked quietly. "I can't believe it'd just be as simple as putting this one…"
"Almost, Master Harry." Racknor intoned, making Harry jump, as he was suddenly made aware of the spirit's presence. "Stand on this keystone, then place the ring on your right hand. Then you will claim your birthright. Become what you were born to be… not the Prophesied 'Chosen One', but Lord Potter of England, servant to the Crown, and Defender of all Britain." After he spoke the dragon faded away, though a column of thin mist remained.
Nodding, Harry took a deep breath before stepping onto the etched stone circle, into the misty form of the dragon spirit. His vision greyed out a little, but he could still see the others gathered around. His 'young ladies' were closest, each showing some concern and worry over this 'ritual'.
Looking down at his hand, Harry turned the Lord's ring of the House of Potter over in his hand. The heavy gold band looked as solid as the mountains, while the shallow gems bracketing the seal gleamed with inner light. Tilting the ring slightly, he watched as the shadows within the seal shifted and moved, allowing him to see all the details of the seal. Central to the design was a straight edged, narrowed hilted sword, held point down. A Roman Gladius. Either side was a rampart dragon, one foreclaw of each resting on the swords hilt. Each had its' mouth closed, while long horns jutted out from the back of their heads, mirroring the Royal Dragon himself. Behind them was a shield, but not a typical medieval one. No, again the Roman influence was there, as this shield was straight sided, with the top and bottom edge curved slightly in matching arcs. From the top left a broad band ran down across the shield, behind the dragon to reach the bottom centre, before it rose up to the top right. Behind the pommel was a twelve-pointed star.
Across the bottom of the seal was a scroll image. While the seal itself did not carry the words, as it was too small to actually write the Latin inscription out, Harry knew what would be there.
'Defensores Vita, Propugnatores delux'. 'Defenders of Life, Champions of Light'.
Looking up, he saw everyone was watching him. He met his mothers eyes, and Lily gave him a small nod.
Setting his jaw, Harry slid the ring onto his right left ring finger… before he changed his mind.
For a second nothing happened, before warmth started coming from the ring. It felt… safe, homey. Looking up once more, Harry was stunned to see other shapes form between him and his friends. Ghost-like, they faded in like wraiths, grey and indistinct. Yet he felt no malice, no threat despite the gathering crowd. Mostly the figures wore, from what he could see, tunics and robes, many with swords at their waists.
Then another figure emerged, more distinct from the others. Only in part from his much more outlandish dress. Tight breaches & mid-calf boots encased his legs, disappearing under a very loose shirt. A long coat was draped over his shoulders, almost but not quite hiding the hilt of the sword and the large pistol hanging from his belt. Harry's eyes widened when he saw the weapons. They were more like the classic 'pirate' weapons than the long swords the others carried. Looking up, he noted the tri-corn hat, before realising the face was clear enough for him to recognise.
It was the face of Captain Richard Potter, the privateer who'd rescued his future wife from a gang of ruthless pirates… and avenged the loss of his previous ship.
"These must all be the previous Lord Potters!' Harry thought as a couple more figures faded in. 'Which… means…'
Another figure appeared, again dressed differently from the others. Instead of the more modern cut of robes the last two had worn, this man wore a uniform. And not just any uniform, but the dress uniform he'd seen in the old war movies about the Battle of Britain. The one worn by the RAF of the time.
Charlus Potter, his grandfather, nodded at him, just as another figure came into view.
Harry felt his throat go dry. "Dad?"
The image of James Potter smiled. "Harry, my son…"
Harry reached out, but his hand only passed right through his father. Seeing the crestfallen look on his face, James sighed.
"Harry, don't give in to grief. You've made me proud son. Despite everything, you've never given up being who you are. You've always gotten back up after every fall. I wish I could have been able to pass the ring on to you myself, but event's have been against us.'
"Dad… how can I do this?" Harry asked softly.
"Believe me Harry, I asked the same question when I took up the ring. But I know that you'll not only do fine, you'll bring greater glory and honour to our family than any other before you." He waved to the gathering behind him. "We'll always be with you Harry. I'll always be with you. And when it's time for you to pass on the ring to your eldest son, we'll be waiting to welcome you to our ranks, where we can all talk and share old times, and watch over your many, many children." James was actually smirking, his eyes dancing. "Five stunningly beautiful, scarily intelligent wives. And I had my hands full with just one…"
Harry chuckled, but quickly sobered. "Can't you stay, just a little while?"
James' image shook its' head. "I'm sorry son, but we're only here now by the power of the ancestral ring you now wear. A last chance for former Lords to give advice to the next. But all you need to know is that all of us are rooting for you. I know you'll win, and send that snake faced bastard to hell. Once he's gone…" James smirked once more. "Enjoy life Harry. You've more than earned it. Listen to your future wives. And take care of Lily for me."
Harry nodded, unheeding of the tears that ran down his cheeks. "I will."
James smiled, then slowly drew his wand. The others all drew their blades, with only Charlus drawing a wand.
"All hail the new Lord of House Potter, Harry James!" James Potter bellowed.
'HAIL!" The cry of several dozen tongues was almost deafening.
Harry then felt the warmth of the ring spread throughout him, washing over him. A sense of completeness filled him, and he lifted his head and pushed his shoulders back.
Somehow, he knew the magic of the House of Potter had accepted him.
Now… he was Lord Harry Potter.
The mist faded away, leaving Harry alone, yet he knew, with absolute certainty, that his ancestors were watching over him, cheering him on.
"Harry?" Daphne asked worriedly, seeing the tears on his cheeks.
"I saw…" Harry's voice was choked up. "I saw my father… for just a few moments…"
He stepped off the keystone, and wordlessly his family wrapped him in another group hug, Lily hugging him from behind. After a few moments, during which most of the others gathered took the opportunity to brush away any wetness in their own eyes, Harry relaxed his grip and straightened a little, prompting his family to ease up on the hug. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "Now, did someone mention presents?" He grinned.
"Oh! Such a… boy!" Fleur exclaimed, but her tone and smile made it crystal clear that she was only joking.
As group the moved into the dining hall. Harry looked eagerly at the collection of wrapped gifts on the main table, but Lily laughingly took a hold of his shoulder and guided him to a chair across from them. It was slightly raised up with a large table next to it. With a light push she sat him down in it, still smiling. Harry grumbled for a moment, before he looked up… to see that nearly everyone had moved to the table and picked up a present, and were now forming a rough queue in front of him.
Astoria Greengrass was first up. She looked up at him with a gaze that was older than her years. Focusing on her, Harry was struck at the subtle differences between her and her older sister. Astoria had more straw-coloured hair, with a more elfin face. Suddenly an impish smile emerged on her visage, lighting her face up. "Harry, you've freed us from our uncle. I've not seen Daphne so happy before. So free. So thank you Harry, and Happy Birthday." She offered up a long and wide but thin package. Harry accepted it, but held onto her hand, stopping her from pulling back. At her sharp look – one which she'd clearly been copying Daphne's, but had yet to master – Harry leaned forward slightly.
"No Astoria, I should be thanking her and your family. You accepted me, and she risked herself to help." Her cute glare transformed into a dazzling smile, and she jumped forwards to give him a hug. Harry held her gently, relishing the warmth and trust, before placing a quick kiss on her forehead before letting go. Blushing crimson, Astoria moved back as he tore the packaging away, to reveal a large slab of Honeydukes finest chocolate. Lily smiled as she gently took it from his hands, wagging one finger at him as she did.
"Don't let me find you've eaten it all at once young man!"
Harry grinned in reply. "Okay, I won't."
Lily, along with the rest, laughed easily. "Oh, don't think I don't hear the double meaning there Harry!"
Laughing freely, Harry turned to face the next person. Katie Bell was smiling like the others, but it only just touched her eyes. In truth, the family were worried about her. Most of them knew about how dark one's thoughts could get when one lost close family. Daniel was already watching her, trying to find ways for her to unleash her pain in a safe setting. A rogue out for revenge was not a good thing to have at your side during a fight. The package she held was larger and uneven. "Hey Harry. Thanks for… well, you know. Happy birthday." Taking the package, Harry opened the end to find a thin-looking leather jacket. At his look of confusion Katie explained. "It's a set of Quidditch leathers. You were them under your robes. Helps soften blows without weighing you down. I figured with all drama in our matches, most of it centred on you, you'd best have some protection."
Harry beamed. "Thanks Katie. Hermione would never let me live it down if I got hurt playing."
"Just Hermione, Harry?" Susan called out, arms folded across her chest, though there was a smile on her lips.
Harry blushed a little, then passed the gift to his mum. As Lily set the thoughtful gift down he stepped forward and drew the older girl into a hug. "If you want to talk Katie, we're all here for you… when you're ready."
A tear formed in the corner of her eye as she nodded. "Thanks Harry."
As the chaser moved away, she was eclipsed by the shadow of Harry's first friend. "'Ello Harry! 'Appy birthday!" Hagrid boomed, eyes twinkling merrily.
"Glad you could make it Hagrid." Hary replied, smiling up at the half-giant. From the sidelines Daniel Granger watched the two. He'd been surprised to lay eyes on Hagrid; guy was pushing ten feet tall! Yet, despite his massive size and implied strength, the man was certainly a child at heart. You only had to talk to him to see that. And the way he'd reacted when he'd laid eyes on Luna's pet… It was like showing a five-year-old into a sweets store then turning him loose. Hagrid had been cooing – cooing! – over the small dragon, which only just filled one of his huge hands.
"Sorry I couldn't wrap 'em Harry." Hagrid said apologetically as she swung a modest sack off his shoulder. "Ain't one of me strengths…"
"That's okay Hagrid." Harry said as he accepted the sack. The weight confirmed what he'd thought straight off: Hagrids infamous rock cakes. Lily was not any help, as she was clearly hiding her small laugh with one hand. Idly Harry wondered if they still had any of the guns off Captain Potters ship. Rock cakes would make ideal ammunition…
Amelia Bones was next. "I thought you could make good use of this." She said softly, offering her package. Pulling the wrapping off, Harry discovered an intricately woven leather-looking belt, with a number of similar pouches already threaded along its length. "The belt is Dragon hide, as are the pouches, which have been enchanted to hold much more than normal, plus are unbreakable and have anti-theft charms on them. The buckle…" She waved a finger at the broad ellipse of finely wrought metal. "…has engraved runes to form a full body shield spell at a wand tap. One of my warrior ancestors had it made, back in the Dark Ages. It's sat in the Bones Vault ever since. Knowing what I do know about you, I thought you'd be able to put it to good use."
Harry looked up at her, jaw dropping. "Ma'am, you really shouldn't…"
Amelia waved him off. "Harry, I know what you're about to say. But be honest, you're far more likely to be in danger than I."
Harry had no refute for that as Luna stepped forwards.
"This'll go well with Madam Bones gift." She said quietly, offering a small, soft package. "Happy Birthday Harry. It's not much, but…"
On impulse Harry wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled Luna into his lap. The little Terror squawked and hissed at the action, but Harry bade him no mind, instead hugging the smaller blond girl. Luna smiled as she replied in kind, soaking in the comfort that Harry was offering. Feeling the emotions within her settle and brighten, the Terror crooned and purred. "You're family now Luna." Harry said gently. "I never had gifts for any birthday before Hogwarts. No matter what you get, it'll always be perfect." Using his free hand, he opened the wrapper to find another pouch, though this one had a very fine and soft furry texture. The opening however had a set of sharp looking fangs though…
"It's a moleskin pouch Harry. Most secure place to put things. Anyone not keyed in will get a nasty nip, freezing them till you release them."
Chuckling, Harry hugged her once more before letting her slide off his lap. "Thanks Luna. I know just what to keep in here…"
"I would hope that it would be nothing that breaks school rules, Mister Potter…" Harry looked up to see Professor McGonagall standing before him, a pale shadow of her infamous glare on her face. However, the light in her eyes and the twitch at the corner of her mouth betrayed her true feelings. "…But given both who your father was, and your previous years, I fear that would be a wasted hope."
Harry shrugged awkwardly. "Sorry Professor. I don't go looking for trouble on purpose…"
"…It finds you all by its self." McGonagall sighed. Then a small smile formed. "Despite everything you've been up to and gotten involved in, Harry, I'm proud to have you in my House." Harry flushed, but couldn't get the words out. To help him out she held out her present. "Happy Birthday Mister Potter." Taking the package, Harry could instantly tell it was a book. Peeling back the wrapping, he quickly found the title on the leather bound book 'Advanced Animagi: The Secrets to Bringing out Your Inner Beasts True Power'
"I'll cover the basics in detail later this week Harry, but I thought you should have that now. It's intended for those who have already become proficient." She hesitated for a moment, then drew an envelope from one pocket. "I… also had a meeting with the Headmaster just before I left. He asked me to deliver this to you." She paused for a moment. "I have to say, he was not looking as well as he normally does. I think you're finally getting through to him… maybe."
Harry raised an eyebrow, curious and wary, as he took the letter. Seeing his wary look, McGonagall was quick to assure him. "I did warn him however that if he had placed any charms or curses on that parchment, I would drive his wand so far up his ass that he'd be casting from his mouth."
Laughter rose at the image, easing the tension that had arising at the Headmasters name. Deciding to open it later, Harry set it aside. Before he could turn to face the next person however, there was a 'pop'.
"Is Master Harry receiving presents yet?"
Laughing happily, Harry knelt down to put himself closer to Dobby's level. Looking into his loyal friends eyes, Harry once again marvelled at the changes that had overcome the little guy. Gone was the reed thin, beaten and sickly looking slave that had appeared in his prison at Privett Drive. Now before him was an elf of proportions that he doubted any wizard had seen in centuries. Dobby was now over three feet tall, significantly larger than any other Elf Harry had seen. His entire body had filled out, with lightly defined muscle tone. Instead of the few thin strands he had when they first met, Dobby now had a full head of charcoal black hair, cut in a style that mirrored Harry's own. But the eyes… the eyes were the same. Those same eyes looked at him with devotion and a touch of Hero-Worship. Held between his hands was a wrapped package, which he now offered to Harry.
"Dobby made and charmed them himself, Great Master Lord Harry Potter Sir!"
"Its just Harry, Dobby." Harry replied as he started to attempt to unwrap the package. Dobby had really done it neatly and tightly. "I'm still me, whatever title they force on me." He missed his mother's smile of pride at that.
At last the wrapping came open, to reveal over a dozen socks. Not one of them matched. Harry heard Lily tutting quietly, but he focused on Dobby. "Thank you Dobby."
"Dobby will always be there for Master Harry." 'pop'
Harry was about to stand up again, but movement in the corner of his eye drew his attention, and he turned his head to see the youngest two Greengrasses, the twins Carla and Cynthia, had stepped up. As he pivoted to face them, he was struck at how the pair of them would likely become stunning beauties in a few short years. He could see a lot of Daphne's elegance and poise in both already, and with those eyes… it would take a heart of stone to resist these two little angels. They were both wearing very pretty summer dresses suitable for girls of their age – unlike the dress that Fleur was wearing, that exposed the whole of her upper back – with their hair brushed out till it shone. Unlike the Weasley twins however he could tell these two apart… just about. It was in the small details, the way they held themselves, that set them apart.
Carla held out a large envelope. "This is from both of us."
Cynthia nodded. "I did the drawing, Carla the colouring."
"It's not much…"
'Oh, these two are going to be real heart-breakers when they…' Harry's thought trailed off however when he slid the card from within it's envelope. Roughly A5 in size, it featured an incredibly detailed and accurate drawing of four people. He recognised himself stood in the centre, with Daphne stood behind him, her arms around his neck as she cuddled into his back. His own hands however were lowered, holding the hands of the two smaller figures either side.
The two who were stood before him right now.
But it was the words above and below the incredible image that really struck him.
'Happy Birthday, Worlds Best Big Brother'
Looking up at them, he spread his arms once more, and the two stepped into his embrace and hugged him tightly. Their simple endearment meant the world to him. The clinking of heels prompted him to look up, to see the girls mother Eleanor Greengrass stood behind them, a warm, happy smile on her face. Gently releasing the twins from his embrace, Harry stood up to face their mother on the same level. The two girls moved back to cuddle into her thighs. Just alongside Mrs Greengrass was Lord Greengrass, who now stepped forwards.
"Harry… you've done so much for my family this summer. You've sheltered us after our lives haven been destroyed, helped us keep our family fortunes out of a madman's hands. But most of all, you've given us hope. The debt our family owes you can never be fully repaid."
"Please, there's no need…" Harry began, but Henrick Greengrass waved him into silence.
"No Harry, I have to. The goblins are not the only beings around that value honour. My ancestors – all of Viking descent – would turn in their graves if I failed to honour my House's debts." He explained. "Thus, as Lord Greengrass, I offer my House as Vassals to the House of Potter."
Harry was stunned, as clearly were several others. To make such an offer… Harry's first thought was to refuse, but then he remembered some of the texts he'd been reading of late. A freely made offer of becoming a Vassal to another house was a Serious event. If he turned it down, there would be repercussions onto Daphne's family for generations. The offer was already recorded in the Ministry; all that was missing was his response. If he turned them down House Potter would see it as a lack of trust and faith in House Greengrass on House Potter's behalf. As a primarily trading Family, House Greengrass was dependent on its reputation. If word got out that House Potter didn't trust them… and it would get out…
There was really only one choice he could make.
Harry straightened up. "As Lord Potter, I accept the offer of House Greengrass, with the offer to release House Greengrass when ever requested by the Current Lord Greengrass."
Henrick smiled. "I agree. So mote it be." As he finished a gong sounded, reverberating throughout the manor. On the wall above the doorway the Potter coat of arms was displayed, with a broad empty space beneath it. Now, another coat of arms faded into view, the stonework shifted to give it definition, in that empty band.
Amelia, having watched the Greengrass arms appear, frowned in thought, before stepping forwards once more. "Lord Potter, The House of Bones also offers itself as Vassals to the House of Potter."
Rolling his eyes, Harry sighed. "I accept the offer of the House of Bones as well, with the same proviso as for the House of Greengrass." Once more the gong sounded, and on the mantle the Greengrass crest moved sideways, till it was only half under the Potter crest. In the empty space next to it another crest formed, this time shaping into the coat of arms for the Bones family. "I hope that's it?" Harry asked lightly, though there was a note of exasperation in his voice.
"Oh, and I had this wonderful batch of dragon-hide earmarked for your use Harry." Eleanor said with a false tone of mourning. "It came a couple days ago. Very well aged and treated. Flexible and yet still very resistant. Perfect for making clothing that'll turn heads as well as hexes."
"All right, enough all ready." Harry blushed as he stopped her with raised arms in surrender.
Eleanor smiled before stepping forwards enough to be able to gently kiss his forehead. "It's not just for you Harry. I would hope that you'd ensure that all your future wives were equally clad. I don't want to see Daphne hurt…"
Harry nodded, a firm look in his eyes. "They'd have to get through me first."
"And would apply to all of them?" Emma Granger called out teasingly as she and Nathan stepped forwards. The Greengrasses drew back to give the Grangers space.
Harry looked up at their faces. "Of course."
"Right answer Harry." Nathan said, holding out a wrapped box. When Harry had finished tearing the paper off, he opened it to find three sets of glasses… without any glass in them. At his confused expression Nathan explained. "We've seen how battered those old glasses are Harry. Their not going to last much longer, even with all your magic. Those there are three of the best that money can buy. The first is intended as an everyday set, something you'd wear around the house or on a casual basis. The next is for formal, classy events. Ones where you want to make an impression." Now he looked closer, Harry could see how the second set of frames were much more finely crafted, the hinges much more discreet and sleek. All three sets were similar in style to his current battered, charity shop pair, only much better made. And obviously, brand new.
"And the third?" He asked, noticing how the last set had thicker arms and rims.
Nathan hesitated for a moment. "High shock resistant, toughened frame. For sports and the like." Harry nodded in understand. Combat frames.
Emma now took over. "There's no glass in them yet because we don't know your prescription. So there's some vouchers in there that'll help pay for a professional eye exam, but also a set of lens for each frame."
Harry choked up, touched at the thoughtful gift. The Dursleys had basically told him 'Find a set that works in that bin!' and left it at that. Hermione's parents had gone to extreme lengths to canter for his condition. 'Thank you' seemed such an inappropriate and measly answer to what they had done for him.
But it was all he could offer.
Seeing his state, Emma smiled and wrapped an arm around him, drawing him to her so she could kiss his forehead. "You've already given us something far more valuable Harry. You've made Hermione happy. That… is priceless."
Neville and Hannah waited for Harry to get his composure back before they stepped forwards. At a gesture from him, Hannah took the lead. "Harry… I owe you an apology for Second year. I should have never listened to those people…"
Harry waved her off. While the general attitude of the school towards him during that 'Heir of Slytherin business had hurt a little, in the grand scheme of things it was a minor matter. "You didn't know me that well then Hannah."
She blushed a little. "But still, I knew you were a nice boy, but they seemed so sure…" Taking a deep breath, she held out her present. "Happy Birthday Harry." Opening it enough to find another box of Honeydukes, Harry turned his head to look at Neville.
The other young man looked uncomfortable, but shouldered on. "Harry… I don't know how I would have coped with the pressures you've been under. I can only hope to be as good as you."
"You are Neville." Harry said, placing a had on his shoulder. "You're just as good as me. Let me tell you a secret: It could have been you who the Prophecy was about."
Neville shuddered. "No thanks Harry. I'm sorry, but that's one thing I don't want." After a round of nervous laughter, he settled and looked Harry back squarely. "You've never teased or picked on me Harry. You've always been supportive. If things had worked out different, then we would have been raised as brothers. I'd… I'd like to offer we make that formal, now. Blood brothers."
Motion out of the corner of his eye drew Harry's attention, and he twisted his head just enough to see Victor step up… with a sharp ritual knife laid out on the platter he held. "Well, as it seems my loyal butler has already provided what we need…" He replied, taking the knife from the tray. After a moments hesitation, he drew the blade quickly over his palm before offering the hilt to Neville, who repeated the action. They then clasped hands, pressing the cuts against each other.
"Brothers in blood. A hand raised against one is raised against us both." They both intoned together. "Our families, twins and allies, joined for ever." A reddish glow emanated from their clasped hands, sealing the oath and the mingling of their bloods. As the glow faded Harry felt… something within him settle. He could not put his finger on it, but he felt that his place in the world was more secure. The outward change in Neville was more noticeable. He stood up a little straighter, and he grinned at Harry before releasing his hand. Lily stepped up to seal the cuts in their hands, only to find the cuts had sealed by themselves. As Victor backed away with the knife, Neville wrapped an arm around Hannah.
"I'll be there with you Harry, when you end that bastard who took everything from us."
"We, Neville." Harry corrected. "When we, all of us, end him." Nodding in understanding, the two stepped aside.
Tonks stepped up, pausing a moment to look at Amelia. "Uh, boss? You might want to look away for a bit." She said with a light-hearted, easy tone before offering her gift to Harry. "I really shouldn't be giving you this, but you are certainly in need one of one Harry. You're just too much of a trouble magnet!" The gift was slim and narrow, prompting Harry's curiosity. Opening it up, he discovered a long strip of leather-looking material, with fastening straps at each end. "It's an Master Auror issue wand holster for your forearm Harry. Keep your wand in there, and no one's going to get it apart from you. One flick of your wrist and the wand will jump out into your hand. It's got the usual anti-summoning charms on it, and as it's made of Dragonhide, it's very resistant to damage. Owning one when your not an auror is, technically illegal…"
Harry winked at the young auror. "Well… I won't tell if you won't."
From the side Amelia Bones called out with laughter in her tone. "I'll send you the correct authorisation certificate tomorrow Harry. As Head of the DMLE, I have the power to issue those to whom I choose, if I can justify it. I think 'Voldemort's most wanted' is justification enough."
Remus chuckled as he approached. "I know Lily's going to skin me for this…" He pressed his gift into Harry's hands. When he peeled back the paper, he uncovered three separate books, all plain and un-embossed. "They're our notes from our Hogwarts years Harry. All our pranks, class notes, general thoughts and projects. We each had a copy. Sirius gave his to the Twins, and I know that James set was lost some time before you were born. You should have a set."
Harry opened the top most book, heedless of his mothers sigh of exasperation as he flicked through the pages of notes and scrawls. It was a muddle, but one he knew he'd enjoy working out. Already he could see there were four different sets of handwriting. "This is amazing Moony!"
Remus smiled before leaning forwards, bringing his head closer to Harry's. "I removed the secrecy charms over our animagus notes, and our work on making the Map. I thought you, of all people, should know how we did both." At Harry's look of amazement, Remus winked before both he and Tonks stepped back. As they did, Harry flipped the book closed, seeing the next two approaching.
"Oh oh… its the Hell's Carrots."
Fred & George beamed at him. "That's a new one Harrykins."
"Never heard that one before old bean."
"Perfect though."
"Indeed, brother of mine. Just like our gift…"
"…is the perfect accompaniment…"
"…to want Moony just gave you."
They passed over a small sack. Peering in tentatively, Harry could see several boxes, all with labels on them.
"Samples of our future wares Harry."
"The shop will be opening very soon."
"Thanks to Padfoot's gift."
"We've almost got a perfect item…"
"…To make sure that he lives on."
"As our noble benefactor…"
"…Feel free to have a pre-opening tour."
"Bring your ladies with you as well."
"A woman's touch is always handy…"
"…Even if not always wanted."
"That's not true Forge."
"I thought I was Forge?"
By now everyone was in stitches, with Harry having to clasp his stomach. "All right enough guys. We'll be happy to look around before you open your doors to the public." He shook his head as he passed the sack to Lily, who took it with obvious reluctance and care. "The magical world won't know what hit it."
"Exactly." Both twins said together, grinning devilishly.
Finally it was just his fiancés. Tracy stepped forwards quickly. "You got me out of a terrible fate Harry. Thank you, and Happy Birthday." She pressed her present into his hands while kissing his cheek, before she drew back, her cheeks flushed. Finding yet another box of Honeyduke's chocolate inside – caramel this time – Harry looked up to see the elegant Fleur stood before him. He was acutely aware of the rather minimalist summer dress she wore, which consisted of little more than two elongated, broad triangles for the top half, tied together at the back of her neck. The skirt was knee length, but very light and airy. But the radiant smile she was wearing drew his attention the most.
"'Arry… nearly two years ago you saved someone more precious to me than anyone or anything. When I thought I'd lost my sister forever…" She shivered, muttering something in French under her breath, before refocusing her attention on him. "It's is but a small thing, but I wish to replace what you lost that day." Harry frowned lightly at the small box she held out, trying to work out what she meant. Shrugging in confusion, Harry peeled back the wrapping to reveal… a box. But when he removed the lid he found inside an expensive looking watch, with a fully metal strap and stylish face. Picking it out of the setting, he hefted it in his hand. It felt solid, robust.
"I 'eard how your old one died while you were underwater. This one won't do that." Fleur moved so she was standing next to him, pressing herself against his side lightly. Her fingertip ran gracefully over the face as she continued. "It iz enchanted to run forever, and the face is charmed impenetrable." It was then he noticed that the heads of the watches hands were not standard arrowheads, but Fleur-de-lurs.
Smiling broadly, Harry wrapped his free arm around her waist, letting his fingers brush over the bare skin of her lower back as he did. As she emitted a tiny gasp in response he pulled her close. "Thanks Fleur, this is great!"
"Bon." Fleur chuckled before pressing a kiss to his lips briefly before easing out of his embrace.
Susan sashayed up him, smiling brightly. "I can't thank you enough from letting me and Auntie into your home and heart Harry. But I do hope to have many, many more enjoyable days… and nights, with you." She licked her lips. "Especially the nights." She said quietly, prompting a short coughing fit from Remus. Blushing as she realised that the werewolf had heard her, Susan handed over her gift. "Happy Birthday Harry. I don't know how good you are, but maybe, one evening, we could have a game?" Intrigued, Harry pulled off the wrapping to reveal a chess set. The clearly muggle box prompted a raised eyebrow, to which she explained. "I saw it while we were out that day shopping. I always preferred the muggle ones; the wizards sets seem too much like cheating to me. I asked professor McGonagall to help reshape the pieces slightly." Casting a glance at his Head of House, Harry set the box down before opening the lid. Setting the board aside, he gasped slightly as he saw the pieces. Each piece had clearly been carved from rock at first, but from the images on the box, not to the detail that he saw now. The kings were recognisably images of himself, with Hermione's as the queens, both in long flowing open robes with crowns and swords. The Rooks were armoured, hulking Neville's, while Susan and Daphne were armoured Knights and robed Bishops respectively. The pawns… Harry laughed at the perfect images of Dobby dressed in squires' clothes, complete with staves.
"This is brilliant Susan. I always lose to Ron, so I can't claim to be any good." He paused in thought. "Then again he's admitted that he's had that Wizards set for years. I'm convinced the pieces conspire to let him win, no matter what the other player does. This…" He indicated the muggle version. "…May just even the odds."
Blushing almost as brilliantly as she was smiling, Susan jumped forwards to hug him. "Thanks Harry, and Happy Birthday." She finished with a long kiss before almost dancing back. As she did, Daphne sauntered up, a devious smile on her face. Harry felt a twinge of nervousness.
"That smile means I'm either going to really enjoy this… or I'm in really deep trouble."
"Oh Harry, how can you say things like that?" Daphne asked teasingly, her smile remaining in place, in fact widening slightly. "This is certainly the former, I hope."
The package she handed felt… odd. Like a stack of rounded boxes or plates. Confused, Harry opened it up to see exactly that; a stack of flattened, round edged boxes, each with a hinged edge. Pulling one out, he managed to open it out to see… himself.
"Huh?" Harry was confused. Why had Daphne given him a stack of mirrors?
Daphne's smile was still in place. "I could tell that you regret breaking that mirror Sirius gave you. What it could do… that was priceless. So I decided we all needed a set." Harry tilted the stack slightly to see that indeed, there were a dozen of the folding mirror boxes there. "I bought the mirrors, then got one mangy werewolf…" Remus coughed in dispute of the 'mangy' description as she continued. "…To place the same charms they used on their small mirrors onto these." Daphne's eyes softened. "Now, we are never far away from each other, or our families…"
Placing the mirror he still held back on the stack, Harry reached out and pulled Daphne into a one armed hug. She purred as she moulded herself to his form, before kissing him soundly. "Happy birthday Harry."
Now only Hermione was left. She approached slowly, her eyes fixed on him. "Being last, I've seen a pattern emerge here. Each of us has been touched by Harry's goodness, his selfless acts of kindness. He is a true hero, in every sense of the world. You are Harry." She scolded lightly at his slightly sheepish expression. "You are our hero. But you are so much more than that.
"You've given all of us wonderful memories, and opened up doors to even brighter and happier dreams. This…" She offered her present. "…Will allow you to look back and see just how great you really are." As she pressed it into his hands she leaned over the top to kiss him softly, her lips lingering for a moment. "Happy birthday Harry."
Harry was now openly curious as he took the large present. It felt like a book, but he'd never seen one quite this size. Pulling off the wrapper, he uncovered a very wide and tall leather bound volume. Opening it up at random, his eyes met… blank pages. It was only when he flicked to the front that he realise what this was.
Placed in the first several dozen pages were photos, mostly magical but a few were muggle. Several pages were devoted to Hermione, showing her as a small child, before charting her growth till she reached Hogwarts age. There were similar pages for Susan, Daphne, Fleur and even Tracy. Then the pictures showed them at Hogwarts, alone or together, sometimes with others as well. Harry smiled when he saw one of the photos of himself, her and Ron. It was the same as the one in his own album. There were photos of Hermione, Susan and Daphne together, relaxing together under a tree or in the library. And then there were photos of the time they had spent together since the summer started, with all four of them. Later on Fleur and then Tracy joined them, the photo-selves all laughing and playing easily together.
Harry understood then what Hermione meant. The empty pages were waiting to be filled with more memories such as those already in the early pages. Those they would create together.
Setting Hermione's far-sighted and thoughtful gift aside, Harry stood up and wrapped an arm around her. Smiling happily, she responded by burrowing into his side, her own arms going around his waist. Looking up, he met the eyes of Susan, Daphne, Fleur and finally Tracy. With a jerk of his head, he called them over. Opening his other arm, he invited them into another group hug. Beaming all four slid into it, with Susan getting the prime spot under his left arm, while Daphne linked her hands behind his neck and pressed herself against his chest. Both Hermione and Susan moved an arm off Harry to slide it around Daphne's waist, pulling her into the embrace even more. Fleur and Tracy moved round those two and snuggled into Harry's shoulders, their own arms around each other and the other two, completing the circle of warmth around Harry.
The others watching could not help but be moved by what they saw. Eleanor Greengrass wrapped an arm around Astoria's shoulders, hopeful that one day she and her other daughters could have the kind of love that Daphne had. Both Amelia and McGonagall discreetly wiped away a tear, both remembering their own pasts. Tonks almost literally wrapped herself around Remus, while Hagrid sniffled loudly. Hannah snuggled into Neville's side. The Grangers wrapped an arm round each other, before Daniel clapped a hand on his brothers shoulder, the two sharing a look that perfectly conveyed what both were thinking. Bellatrix and Narcissa, standing to one side, both allowed the tears to run, regret running through them as they thought about opportunities lost. Lily smiled, but then found Luna stepping close, arms out. With a tear in her eye Lily accepted the hug from the small blond, embracing her gently.
Ginny Weasley watched with tears in her eyes and a ache in her heart. She knew, intellectually, that her desire for Harry was mostly potion induced, but it was still there. A part of her wished that it was her, and only her, that he was hugging so intimately. The pain of seeing him with another…
She turned around, unable to bear watching them anymore, fighting back a sob. A hand on her shoulder made her look up… into the understanding gaze of one of the twins. The other was stood next to him, both offering reassurance, with Bill stood behind them. Almost the whole family knew about what had been done and happened to her, though Molly still believed that it was only Arthur who knew. Charlie was out of the country, while Ron was… well, Ron. Even if his mental abilities hadn't decreased of late, he'd still not understand what it meant. Wordlessly Ginny slipped into a shared embrace with her brothers, seeking comfort.
After nearly a minute of just embracing them, Harry relaxed his grip on Hermione and Susan before looking towards Neville. "Want yours now, or later?" He called, nodding his head towards a small collection of wrapped items on a side table.
Neville grinned in reply. Having a pretty fiancé and the support and friendship of so many had done wonders for his confidence. "What do you think?"
"That's what I thought." With his birthday being the day before, the boys had decided that they would have a joint party, though they both knew that most of the attention would be on Harry. Neville had already had a smaller, quiet family party yesterday, so he was not concerned at not being the centre of attention today. With one notable exception… he tightened his hug on Hannah slightly, prompting a giggle from her.
Everyone shifted and moved about, bringing their presents for the Longbottom Scion. Mostly he got chocolate and other treats, as most of those there did not know him well enough to be able to get him a more personal gift.
The clearly muggle cover of the book Hermione gave him confused Neville for a moment, but she explained quickly. "It's basically an encyclopaedia of every single non-magical plant in the world. Where they can be found, characteristics, everything."
"Wow." Neville was stunned as he leafed through the thick, richly coloured book. Page after page of detailed drawings and coloured photos met his eyes. "This is amazing Hermione. Thank you."
Hermione smiled sweetly. "I thought you'd find it useful."
Chuckling Neville set the book down with obvious reluctance before turning to face the next person. Lily smiled at him as she held out her gift. "I may not have been physically there Neville, but I do know you Neville. I hope this eases the pain you feel."
Slightly worried, Neville took the gift, which from the feel was another book. Whipping off the wrapping he found a leather bound album within. Lifting the cover, he gasped. The first page had a wizard photo of his mother and Lily, both clearly at a young age. Likely first or second year, given the Hogwarts uniforms they wore. Turning the pages he found more photos of his mother, and several of his father Frank. While they had Franks younger years at the manor, there had been only a couple of pictures of his Hogwarts years, and barely a handful of the years after with Alice.
Neville wasn't oblivious like Ron. He'd seen Harry spending hours looking through that album after first year. Now he held his own. "Thank you… this is…"
Lily smiled warmly, though it was tinged with sadness. "I promise Neville, I'll look into their condition myself after we end Voldemort. Alice would do the same in my shoes."
Setting the precious album down, Neville patted it gently, taking a moment to get his emotions back under control before he looked towards Harry, the last to give him something. The gift was tall but rather light, prompting him to look curiously as the other young man. Harry just nodded. "Go on, it's not a trick. Though… might want to keep it upright…"
Frowning lightly in confusion, Neville set the gift down before prising the end open. Reaching in, his fingers felt plastic… and soil. Gasping, he drew out a seedling tray, with a clear plastic cover arching over the top of the tray itself. Within each segment were cuttings of plants he didn't recognise.
"I asked Victor to gather some cutting of the more exotic plants we've got out back." Harry explained. "Thought you'd like to have your own Caribbean patch."
Neville grinned. "Harry, this is great! Do you know just how much untapped potential there is in the plants that grow over there?"
Harry laughed in reply. "No, but I'm sure you'll find out. Who knows, maybe we can solve one of the worlds woes with what you discover?"
"That would be nice…" Susan said softly in a dreamy tone.
"Certainly something to aim for." Daphne commented.
For a moment silence reigned, before it was shattered… in true Weasley Twin style.
"Okay, enough of that!"
"Time for cake!"
"And the games!"
Later on Katie Bell stood to one side of the Grand Hall, watching as Harry laughed and played with the others in his year. After the cakes had been brought out and the candles blown out, the party had shifted back into the central hall of Potter Manor. There, between bites of cake and other muggle snacks, the teens had engaged in many games, all taking the opportunity to just be kids for a while. The most popular had been the enlarged 'Twister', which had brought laughter and blushes in equal measure. Harry had 'somehow' always ended up being pressed between at least two of his fiancés. The wicked grins on the girls faces, even Tracy's, revealed the culprits behind the shenanigans. For a similar reason, Neville was constantly being forced into close contact with Hannah, who giggled every time Neville had flushed.
Thusly, she was giggling almost constantly.
Ginny had been, at first, highly reluctant to get involved. Katie didn't have the full details, but she knew enough to know of what had been done to the little redhead. After some coaxing however she had joined in, and now was laughing as freely as the rest, the dark cloud chased from her eyes.
The Twins, of course, were clearly having a blast causing mischief and inducing laughter. They really got into the spirit of the game… and took it to extreme. Already they were tossing about half sentences that suggested they were thinking of introducing a magical version. She shuddered at the thought.
Not all the children were involved in the mess that was the game, nor was it just limited to the teens. The Greengrass twins had stayed a little aside, watching and cheering on their sisters and Harry. In contrast, the young Auror Tonks had joined the fun… and prompted many of the laughs and out cries herself when she used her metamorph talents to stretch her limbs to reach the coloured spots. Course, when the pile did collapse, she would be tangled up in the mess, and had to literately undo a knot in her arms once.
The other adults generally stayed around the edge, watching with smiles the games while chatting between themselves. Emily and Victor moved effortlessly between them, almost invisible as they kept drinks topped up and plates full. Katie had seen that both were smiling constantly, and she'd once caught them looking at each other lovingly. Clearly they were enjoying the party just as much as anyone else. If what she'd heard was right, they'd had nearly seventeen years without anything like this happen.
"He certainly looks happy." She turned her head to see that Richard Granger had stepped up beside her, his eyes on the laugh pile of teens in the centre. Despite herself, Katie found her heart speeding up a little as she looked over the young man before her. He had the same sleek, toned build of his father, only a little leaner. His dress uniform seemed to have been made to fit him. Katie knew that many of her old pre-Hogwarts friends would have started drooling and throwing themselves at him already.
Richard looked at the young woman, a slight smile twisting the corner of his mouth. "I've actually never seen Hermione so happy before." He said conversationally. Richard had been eyeing this young woman ever since he'd arrived. She was just the type of woman he'd been looking for. Young, beautiful, and athletic. Of course, he knew all too well that it was not looks that really mattered in a relationship. What he'd seen so far was encouraging, but there was that hint of sadness and anger that worried him. A few quiet words with his father and the kindly Remus had allowed him to get an idea of what allied her. While he himself was still unsure about all this magic business, he would not deny that it existed.
"She's normally quite serious." Katie said softly. "I think she takes on a role at school, even more so when she was named Prefect. I guess she feels she can relax here." A pearl of laughter interrupted her, and Katie glanced at the collapsed pile before facing the young airman again. "But I'm convinced that if Harry wasn't here… she'd be only half as happy."
Richard grinned. "Yes… every letter home I've seen the last couple of years has been 'Harry this', 'Harry that'." His eyes clocked over to the two, as the young man in question assisted his cousin to her feet with a gallant helping hand. "I'm pleased that she's finally gotten her man."
Katie smiled. A real, genuine smile, the first since her family was killed.
"That's enough of that, 'Arry." Fleur's voice called out. Straightening, the French born witch brushed her hair back into place. "Let's take a breather, non?"
Harry smiled broadly. "Sure Fleur. I could do with a drink."
As the teens moved to get drinks, Luna stepped over to the grand piano, where her familiar was perched. Sitting on the seat, she offered her fingers, and Gobbler came scuttling over, rubbing his head against her hand like a cat. In the process, one foot came down on the keys of the piano. Heads turned at the low notes sounded throughout the room.
Luna looked about. "Oh, sorry about that."
Harry however smiled and waved her off. "It's okay Luna. He's just being affectionate."
Luna beamed, before she sensed that someone was standing behind her. Turning her head, she saw that Emily Van Dort was looking at her, her face open and unguarded. "Do you play, my dear?"
Looking over the broad swath of keys, Luna had to shake her head. "No. We never had room for anything like this…" She sighed softly.
With barely a whisper Victor moved to his wife's side. "My Lord?" When Harry turned, he bowed slightly. "Perhaps some music?" Emily's jumped to him, dancing with light.
Harry waved back. "Knock yourself out."
Sensing that she'd be in the way, Luna stood up, scooping Gobbler up as she did. Victor and Emily moved as one and sat down, Victor at the low end while Emily had the high notes. Looking at each other, their hands rested on the keys… and then they started to play.
It was an incredible display. They played without notes or timer, just perfectly in tune with each other. Neither looked at their hands; their eyes were on each other. They formed a complex, melodious duet, one that stilled all conversation as everyone listened to them.
Katie lost track of time as they listened, feeling her inner pain ease as the music filled her. It was almost a painful experience when the song ended, the two still looking and smiling at each other. Applause echoed through the hall as the listeners congratulated them on their skill. "What else can you play?" Nathan called, linking his hand with his wife's. "Anything you can dance to?" He asked, grinning at Emma.
Victor smiled, flexing his fingers before starting to sound out a beat with a low note. Emily giggled softly before resting her fingers on the keys. Then she started to play with him.
It was amazing to hear them play the well known score for the 'Tango' dance on just the piano. It certainly made a difference, provoking a softer, more romantic feel to the music. Nathan and Emma were holding each other close in the centre of the floor, slowly turning on the spot. Henrick and Eleanor soon joined them, before Tonks dragged a reluctant Remus out as well. Neville and Hannah moved out, then as a group Harry and his ladies moved onto the floor. The couples moved slowly and gently, submerging into the music.
Katie glanced towards Richard, only to see he was looking back at her. Slowly he offered his hand. "May I have this dance?" He asked.
Chuckling softly, she placed her hand in his. "Of course, sir."
They moved out onto the floor, carried by the music the Van Dorts were crafting and sculpting together. Lily watched from the sidelines as Daniel Granger and Narcissia joined the group. She laughed softly at the sight of the Weasley Twins making a show of dancing with the much smaller – but infinitely cuter – Greengrass twins, and she smiled warmly when she saw how Katie was opening up to and sharing a dance with Hermione's cousin. But her eyes kept on being drawn back to the centre of the floor, were Harry's group were. Harry was in the centre, dancing with one of the young ladies – Daphne at that moment, with the other four moving around the pair. Then with a flourish Susan moved to the ring, and Tracy stepped into the circle, to be swept in her son's arms, the others adjusting their pattern to accept the change seamlessly.
Within her chest, Lily's heart felt peace.
Around them all, the Grand Hall of Potter Manor, empty and desolate for so long, resounded with music and laughter.
A/N: Phew, we got there in the end! Oh, that wall was what gifts various people would give Harry, in case you were all wondering...
I fear the last few paragraphs are a bit rushed. Maybe, once the stories done, I'll come back and rewrite them.