8. A Better Summer

Side-along apparition is an unpleasant business. It leaves the helped person feeling nauseous and weak on the feet. Harry was experiencing those effects. He knew he preferred flying over this crap. Where did good old train rides go? He thought sadly.

A perfectly healthy looking Mrs. Tonks was looking at him with concern. Not wanting to show weakness, he mouthed "I'm fine" at her. She didn't look convinced, but she called out, "He's here, Dora."

After a second, a squeal of "Harryyyyyyyyy" came from somewhere. Just as he turned around, a purple missile shot at him and took him down.

He waited for the crash, but it never came. Instead, his face was covered by a rather firm breast. Blushing red like a tomato, he tried to throw the purple haired girl off him, but to her credit, she untangled herself from him pretty quickly and looked at him with an ear to ear grin, totally unabashed about the fact that she had tackled him to the ground not more than three seconds ago. Speaking of the ground-

He looked around to see an amused looking Mrs. Tonks holding out her wand at the spot where they fell. Harry guessed she put some sort of cushioning charm. "Er… thanks Mrs. Tonks."

"I'm used to it dear. Dora tends to welcome people in that fashion. And call me Andromeda, or Andi, if you will." She said, cancelling the charm and walking away from the duo. "And make yourself at home. If you're hungry, the fridge is stocked. Dora will show you around the place. Lunch should be ready within an hour."

Tonks steered Harry by the shoulders to 'show him around'. The house was nothing too fancy, it was somewhat similar the Dursleys' place. However, the sterile and unwelcome air of the Dursleys' was missing here. This place had feeling of home. It was warm, comfortably messy and most importantly, it was magical. Harry has never been to a magical home before. Though judging by the amount of muggle appliances, he gathered it wasn't a full magical house. In the sink, a pan was washing itself, an electric oven was sitting idly. Before he could notice anything more, Tonks was pushing him up the stairs and eventually into a room.

"This is my room." She announced proudly. It was way messier than the rest of the house. Clothes were strewn all over the room. Books piled on a corner, a computer on a table beside a closet and a pile of cassettes and a small stereo player on her dressing table. The walls were covered by posters of Holyhead Harpies, The Weird Sisters, The Beatles, Rambo and a few pictures of her younger self. Harry noticed that she seemed to be changing hair colours in some of the pictures. He looked back at Tonks, who was picking up undergarments from the floor. She threw them in a basket near the door where they disappeared instantly. Noticing Harry's curious look, she explained, "Those are for washing. I'm too lazy to carry them down and my dirty clothes used to pile up until I had nothing to wear, so mum set this up on my tenth birthday."

"How come you have so much muggle stuff in your home? I thought wizards don't use muggle electronics?" Harry asked her. Gathering the rest of her clothes to make a ball, she answered, "My Dad's a muggleborn and he thinks some things are better done in the muggle way. Mum didn't believe him at first, but now she can't live without her oven or the refrigerator. And she likes to keep some of her work things in my computer. Of course I have to hide the porn videos, but I don't think she could find it anyway." She finished, putting the huge ball of clothes inside her closet.

"P…porn? Like people doing… erm… you know… that?" he asked, torn between shock and embarrassment.

"Oh stop being such a baby. It's not like you haven't taken a peek at my chest." She said with a wink.

He turned red in embarrassment and outrage. Of course he did no such thing! But now he came to think about it-

"Chill mate, you are so easy to mess up with!" she laughed at his expression, causing him to scowl at her.

"Hey, did you know that Neville has a crush on you?"

"Nice try, sweet arse. It takes loads of practice to fool me."

He felt annoyed that she saw through his bluff so easily, but she continued. "I know for a fact Neville is crushing over Hannah."

This information surprised him. "How do you know it?" he asked, a bit suspiciously. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh please! You have to be blind to miss that cute looks they send each others' way when the other one isn't watching. Ah, to be that young again." She said with an exaggerated sigh. He pondered over the news. Of course he didn't noticed the so called 'cute looks', but he remembered Neville sitting next to Hannah in herbology and they even sat together in the Hogwarts Express. He wondered how Tonks noticed such details when she appeared to be oblivious of everything else. It might have something to do with her metamorphing abilities. That led to something Harry was wondering for a while.

"Hey Dora, can I ask you something?" She nodded. "I've noticed that every time I see you, you change some small details of yourself. Like some days you are shorter than others, sometimes you have chubbier cheeks, and sometime you change your entire facial structure."

"Yeah, I tend to play with myself every now and then." She said with a wink. Ignoring the double meaning behind her words, he pressed on, "So what do you actually look like, Dora?"

She eyed him carefully, as if deciding if he was trustworthy to keep a secret. Then suddenly her face changed. She didn't screw her face in concentration as always (maybe going natural didn't need that much concentration) or nor did her expressions change from the blank mask she was wearing. Her face, however, was a completely different matter.

Her cheeks were not so round anymore. She had soft dark hair with streaks of brown. Her face still had that heart shape that she got from her father, but she looked more like her mother now. They had the same pale skin, prominent jawbones and straight noses and they both looked somewhat… aristocratic.

"Hey you look quite good, why'd you change that face?" he asked, hoping it wasn't a very personal question.

"It reminds me of Aunt Bella." She offered no further explanation and he thought he invaded her privacy enough as it was. So he merely replied with an, "Oh."

There was a few moments' uncomfortable silence. Then Tonks changed back to her usual form: round cheeks, button nose and large eyes. She snickered and said, "Look at you! You don't even know who the hell is Aunt Bella and you're sitting there like you don't want to know anymore. You know if Hermione was here, she'd nag until I gave her my whole family tree up to fourteen generations."

"Uh… it's kind of personal, isn't it? I figured if you wanted to tell me, you'd just tell." He said uncertainly.

She beamed at him and said, "Aren't you a sweetheart. I'll tell you, but not now, I don't want to get my mood down this early in the morning."

"But it's almost noon!"

She gave him a 'shut up and do as I say' look and he dropped it. After a few moments of silence, she asked him about his summer and they fell back to the easy companionship.

Lunch at the Tonks residence was simply delicious. With Andromeda's insistence, Harry had second helpings of everything. He was full to the point when he couldn't even get up from the table. Andromeda promised he would gain a few pounds before he went back to Hogwarts.

"So is there anything you really like to eat, Harry?" she asked, scooping out ice cream from the bowl. Seeing his hesitation, Tonks piped up, "Go on Harry. It's not every day that mum offers you your favourite food." Getting a look from her mother, however, she admitted, "Okay, maybe once... or thrice... a week."

Andromeda just shook her head in amusement and looked back at Harry questioningly.

"Er... treacle tart would be nice." He said, feeling self-conscious. Andromeda just smiled and dumped a large scoop of ice cream in Harry's plate.

"By the way, I have a friend from the Ministry coming over anytime now. She'll be checking your wand for the last spell performed and you can have your name cleared within the hour."

Before she finished the sentence properly, the fire roared, turned green and ejected a tall witch in black robes. Jumping back in surprise, Harry immediately reached for his wand, only to remember he left it in Dora's room.

"Hello Amy. Want some ice cream? We were just finishing." Andromeda said casually, as if witches coming out of the fireplace was a perfectly normal thing to happen.

"Wouldn't mind." The woman replied, looking curiously at Harry. Then she spoke to him, without any sort of introductions.

"My niece speaks highly of you Mr. Potter. And quite often, too."

Feeling extremely stupid, he replied, "Er... does she?" He could see Tonks suppressing a snort. What was so funny here? And who was this woman's niece?

Finally, Andromeda came to the rescue. "Harry, this is my friend Amelia Bones, also happens to be the head of DMLE. I guess you already know her niece Susan, don't you?"

So she was Susan's aunt. "Hello Madam. Susan is a very good friend of mine." He said, this time feeling a little confident. At least Sue won't say anything bad about him.

She smiled warmly. "Well, knowing your father, I must say I was surprised to hear that you were so... not mischievous. But then again, you are the son of Lily." She chuckled and Andromeda laughed too. He just felt a warmth hearing about his parents yet from someone else.

"Did you know them well Madam Bones?" he asked politely.

"Oh call me Amelia, dear. And yes, I did know them. I was the Head Girl when Lily became prefect in her fifth year. She used to complain about how James Potter always stalked her and asked her out every chance he got, but I always knew that she secretly fancied him too. I lost count how many times I said 'I told you so' after they got engaged. In fact, Andi and I had a wager for how long it would take James to propose once they were out of Hogwarts." She said, smiling at old memories.

"So who won it?" Tonks asked. Both women beamed fondly at the question.

"No one." Andromeda answered. "I bet two years and Amy bet three. He proposed within three months." Tonks giggled and Harry smiled widely.

"Okay, I'll drop by some other time to chat around, but let's get over with the business now. Can you show me your wand Harry? I'll just see what spell you last performed and when was it. I understand you were accused of casting a flaming charm? Yes? Okay, bring it."

Amelia cast the Priori Incantatem and saw that the last spell was a Tickling Charm, performed a month ago. Remembering that it was Susan he cast the charm on, his cheeks reddened a bit, but thankfully, no one noticed. Soon, Amelia was throwing a powder from an urn beside the fireplace into the fire, and she vanished into the fire as the flames went green.

"Er... how does she do that?" he asked no one in particular. Tonks answered him, "It's called Floo network, kind of like muggle phones, most wizarding fireplaces are connected by it. It's our normal transportation system."

"Wicked!" Harry said with a wide grin. Both the Tonks women laughed at his expression.

Harry and Tonks were coming out of the cinema. Tonks was a huge sap when it came to movies. She chose the movie with the most romance (to the point of sickening) and she was crying like a hosepipe when the movie ended. Harry was very uncomfortable as he had no clue about what to do when a girl was crying so badly after watching a movie.

"It's alright Tonks, they were happy at last." He offered, which made her wail.

"But it was so sweet! After all that's happened to them they still got together!"

Harry was at a loss for words, so he just led her home and she was still sniffing when Andromeda greeted them at the door.

"How bad was it?" she asked Harry sympathetically. Harry was expecting that she would want an explanation of why he brought her daughter home crying her eyes out, but apparently this was a common occurrence for the young girl. They all went inside and after a few moments, Ted Tonks came back from work.

"Hey Harry. Finally you are here. These two have been talking about it for two weeks. Everything alright?" he asked with a smile, while Andromeda took his cloak.

"Hello Mr. Tonks. Yeah, everything is great. How was your day?"

Ted sighed. "I wish I could say it was fine, but the minister is a total idiot, he'll believe anything if you shove down a few gold coins in his pocket. And please call me Ted."

"What happened dear?" Andromeda asked as she placed a bowl of hot soup in front of her husband and took a seat beside him.

"Old Lucy Malfoy is spending a lot in 'donations' and Fudge cleared charges against him of possessions of illegal dark artefacts. Why people voted for him as the minister, I'll never understand. So what did you lot do today? And why are your eyes red, Dora?" he asked, looking concernedly at his daughter.

"Oh they went to the cinema again and she picked a romantic one. Can't say I'm surprised" Andromeda waved her hand at him and the girl looked a bit sheepish.

Ted visibly relaxed, but he was still concerned. Ever since they took their daughter to a romantic film, she had been crying her eyes out. At first he thought maybe the film was really touchy and she just got it more than he did. But Dora cried like this after every film that had a good bit of romance in it. Ted loved his daughter more than anything else and it bugged him to no end. His wife assured him that some girl are like that when they read or watch romantic stuff, but she also admitted that those girls loved to put on make-up and dress up all the time and those girly jazz. Not that he had a problem with those girls (he saw it kind of similar to men who are obsessed with bodybuilding) neither did Dora actually need make-up, but he knew his daughter was not into those girly stuff. He knew she dated a lot of young men at Hogwarts and he wanted to confront the little bastards who broke his baby's heart, but Andromeda restrained him, saying that she needed to learn from her mistakes and if he interfered she would grow to resent him. And she also said that her daughter was very capable of revenge herself. So he just kept tab of his tomboy daughter, who had more male friends than female ones and every time they received a letter from her Head of House Professor Sprout, he assured her that he would talk to her and see that she stopped getting detentions. Technically, he did talk to her about that, but instead of telling her to stop creating havoc, he just asked her not to get caught. He knew it wasn't the ideal thing to do, but he couldn't help spoiling his precious daughter. And to her credit, Dora hardly got caught anymore. He thought Andromeda would go berserk if she knew that he indirectly encouraged their daughter in her mischievous acts, but to him, it was worth it.

Unknown to her husband and daughter, Andromeda actually knew of Ted's 'unusual' advice. At first she was shocked that Ted would give such an advice to their daughter, but she didn't mind. She wanted Dora to have the childhood she never had. She wanted her daughter to be spoiled. In her childhood, Andromeda wasn't allowed to cry in public, talk to boys unless necessary, she was expected to be the top of her year and she was promised that she would be disowned from the family if they ever got a letter from her teachers. Their only form of entertainment was to read books in the library or sit down and talk with her sisters. Talking with her sisters was strangely pleasant. Bella would just complain about the filthy mudbloods and blood traitors and how they needed to be kicked away like the filth they were. Cissy would talk about the 'appropriate' girly things like dresses and balls and eligible pureblood bachelors. Andromeda was never in the same page with them, in fact, sometimes she thought she was in an entirely different book. All three of them had been raised in the same way, yet they were so different from each other. The only person she felt comfortable in the family was her cousin Sirius, and when he saw him run away from Uncle Orion and Aunt Walburga, she decided to do the same, family honour be damned. Later that year, Andromeda Black confessed to her boyfriend Ted Tonks that she would run away right away after graduation. A month later, Ted offered her to move in with him. At first she refused downright. They had been dating only for a year and it seemed wrong to impose on the poor boy, especially as she couldn't repay him in any way. She cornered Sirius to ask him if he could help her to get a job right after the graduation. Sirius became suspicious, so she told him about her plan to escape from the Black prison, where a marriage contract with the Selwyn heir awaited her.

Sirius' first reaction was to let out a hoop of joy and hug Andromeda to death and shouting how he always knew that Meda would come over to the 'light side'. When he calmed down, he promised to talk with James' father, who had excellent contacts, and that she could relax and worry about getting through her NEWTs. After a week, James and Sirius found her on her way back from the library. She knew James Potter, but never talked to him, mainly because it was not normal for a Slytherin to talk with a Gryffindor or vice versa. The messy haired boy, however, put all his prejudices in the bin and talked with her like they were the best of friends. Apparently, Sirius' word was enough for him. They asked her what kind of job she was looking for, and what did she expect to be paid. Andromeda was good in Potions, DADA, Transfiguration and Government & Politics. She crossed out politics, as her family would surely disown her as soon as she escaped, which would be really bad for politics. She figured she could work for Gringotts as a Curse-Breaker, or maybe there was some job in the ministry that might require her talents...

When they still couldn't find any solutions after half an hour, James came up with an idea.

"Here's the deal, you convince your parents that you want to stay at the castle for Christmas because of NEWTs, but you board the Hogwarts Express and then come with us at my parents' place. You could discuss everything with him and he would have a better idea of what job suits you. How does that sound?" he asked excitedly. Andromeda admitted that the plan was excellent, except for the fact that she couldn't board the train without Cissy and Bella knowing, and that was sure to reach her parents' ear. However, she promised she would look for a solution and let them know. Later that night, she went to the Heads' Dorm to borrow the Hogwarts rule book from Amy. She was a Slytherin, and she would use that trait to take control of her life.

The plan was all pretty simple. After seeing off Bella and Cissy, she went to her Head of House, Professor Slughorn. The rule said that students who are of age were allowed to leave the castle during holidays if they wished to, but they had to notify their House Heads. Slughorn was, luckily, enjoying his mead and didn't even ask any questions before encouraging her to go on. James gave her the floo address to his house and she didn't hesitate to step on the Potions master's fireplace to reach her destination.

The conversation with Jason Potter was quite pleasant. He was warm and friendly, and offered her to be a Potion-maker at a Potions store he just brought over. The salary he offered was too much and she tried to bring him down to a reasonable amount, but he wouldn't listen to any of it. Finally, she accepted the offer after thanking him profusely, had a wonderful dinner with the Potters and Sirius, asked Katherine Potter about some of her special recipies, and then came back to Hogwarts before curfew. She felt like she was free at last. She had a job, and now she could afford her own flat, though the idea of sharing with Ted suddenly seemed very interesting to her.

"Don't you wanna get some money for spending?"

"I want to, but I think I should cut down on my expenses because I don't think there's enough money in my vault to last the six more years of school, and I guess I won't start making money right after I finish Hogwarts."

Tonks looked at him weirdly. "You don't have enough money to last a few years with school? That's a load of crap if you ask me. Oi mum!" she shouted at her mother, who was reading the Daily Prophet on the other corner of the room.

"What Nymphadora?"

"Don't call me that. Can you come over here for a bit? Ickle Harry thinks he is poor." She winked at Harry who stuck out his tongue at her.

"It's not polite to call someone poor, Dora! And why do you think you are poor, Harry?" she asked him curiously. The Potters weren't filthy rich like the Blacks, but she was certain that Harry could afford to live in luxury for another fifty years before he ran out of money. She didn't know the details of course, but she guessed he was more likely to have more than that. Harry repeated the same thing he told Dora, and Andromeda was surprised. They should make an inquiry about his vault.

"Do you want to go to Gringotts and check? Because I think you should have more money than what you are saying."

They agreed as they didn't have any other plans. Within half an hour, they were standing in front of the fire and Andromeda was carefully instructing Harry about how the floo worked. Making sure he got everything, she handed him some powder. Nervously, he threw them at the fire and shouted "Simmer & Smoke" and stepped in.

He landed on his bum and before he could get up, Dora was spinning out of the fire too. As expected, she landed on her arse too, right beside Harry and they grinned at each other before getting up clumsily. Andromeda came out quite gracefully and Harry made a mental note to ask her later how she did that.

For now, he looked around the place they were in. It looked like a potions lab, but unlike Snape's office, it was much brighter and did not have the usual gloom that hung around the dungeons. About ten people were working in different counters, and the nearest girl, who didn't look older than nineteen, greeted Andromeda when she saw them.

"Hello Carly, how's it going?" she asked the girl.

"Everything is fine Andromeda. And hello Nym... Tonks." She corrected at the last moment.

"Hiya Carly. Meet my friend Harry. Harry, this is Carly." They greeted each other and Harry was thankful that Tonks didn't say his full name and that his scar was covered with his hair. He didn't want to be gawked at right after falling on his bum.

"Okay, we need to get going. I'll come back after lunch, make sure we have enough vaccine potions on stock. Children will be getting their Hogwarts letter soon and there will be a rush for those soon enough. Last year was bad enough." She muttered as Carly grimaced at some memory and nodded.

As they were getting out of the shop, Harry quietly asked Andromeda what was the connection with Hogwarts letter and Vaccinations. She looked at him oddly. "Didn't you take vaccines before attending Hogwarts?"

"Er... no. The Dursleys-"

"Not the muggle ones, they won't work on you anyway. Didn't you receive any magical vaccines?"

As far as he remembered, "No."

Andromeda was starting to get angry. "Who delivered your Hogwarts letter?"

"Hagrid." He answered meekly, afraid that he might've put his big friend in trouble. But Andromeda's expression changed to that of frustration.

"What was Dumbledore thinking? Most muggleborns have a professor for explaining them and he sends Hagrid for Harry Potter? No wonder you didn't know about floo."

Feeling the need to defend his friend, he started, "Erm... I don't think it was Hagrid's fault-"

"Oh I know that dear. I don't think he knew about vaccines in the first place. I'm just shocked that Dumbledore didn't bother to show up himself to explain you everything, seeing that it was his fault you lived with those muggles in the first place. I swear to Merlin, if he wasn't your Headmaster..." she muttered away for a while, then she turned at Harry and said that he would receive all the vaccines on their way back.

When they reached in front of a goblin in Gringotts, Andromeda stepped up and said in a clear voice, "We wish to inquire about the Potter vault."

The toothy goblin looked at her and asked, "And who are you to inquire about the Potter vault?"

"I am the guardian of Harry Potter and he is right here with me. Now hurry up because I don't have the luxury to wait all day." She said in an arrogant tone.

"Yes ma'am. I'll look for it right away." The goblin replied before turning the pages of a huge book very fast.

"Sorry madam, but the Potter vault is blocked right now. Only the Potter heir can reopen it after he turns sixteen. Can I help you with anything else?" the goblin looked at a flabbergasted Andromeda.

"But if it is blocked how did Harry take his money before? Show him your key Harry."

The goblin examined the key Harry produced and after matching it with something in the book, he looked at the group before him. "This is the key to Master Potter's trust vault. It contains a small percentage from the actual Potter vault. Right now it contains one thousand galleons, twenty sickles and three knuts."

"But there were one thousand galleons last year and I already took around two hundred galleons." Harry said, confused.

"Yes, that you did. One hundred and ninety-eight galleons and two sickles, to be exact. However, your trust vault refills after every Christmas or if you empty the vault. Do you want to make any transactions now?"

A bit relieved, Harry said, "Yes I do, but can you tell how many times can I refill before the main vault runs out?"

The goblin grinned toothily, which was really creepy by the way, and replied. "You are allowed to refill once every three months at the highest, and if you do that, you don't have to have to worry about emptying the main vault before you turn of sixteen, when the trust vault will no longer exist."

Feeling a huge weight lift from his shoulders, he asked the last question he had. "Is there any way I could withdraw money while I'm at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, you have to fill a form and then you can just owl Gringotts when you need to make any transaction. Do you want it?" when Harry nodded, the goblin placed a form in front of him. "You need to give a drop of your blood and sign here. Give the specifics of your wand and address of someone who would take charge of your vault if you can not be reached. You will be charged ten galleons per year for owl services."

Hesitating for a moment, he gave the Tonks' place as the address. Andromeda smiled widely when she saw this. After finishing with the form, the goblin suggested him a new wallet they made recently. He bought one for three galleons. It had an anti-theft charm on it, and could store up to five hundred coins without stretching from the original size. He then withdrew two hundred galleons and then converted fifty galleons to muggle pounds.

Out in the Diagon Alley, Harry brought them ice creams (he wouldn't let Andromeda pay) and they all went back to Andromeda's potion shop, where she told Harry about the shop.

"All of my potion makers are quite young. In fact, most of them joined here right after they finished Hogwarts. When I graduated from Hogwarts, your grandfather gave me a job in this shop. Yes, Jason Potter owned it before me. So after Nymphadora was born, Mr. Potter came to our house to visit her. By then we had a warm relationship. Not was he only my employer, he was also James' dad and I had a great deal of respect for him. If not for him, I might probably be married to some old pureblood weed and would be expected to sit at home, waiting for my husband to return so that I could have my food after he did. Anyhow, when he came to visit Dora, he made me a proposal. He said that he was planning to sell the store. Naturally, I felt sad. I was losing my job and I would really miss the place. But then he said that he could sell it to me. For a thousand galleons only! The shop was probably worth around eighty thousand and he gave me that choice. I could buy it for that price or he would talk with other interested clients. When he passed away after a year, I think I was more devastated than James." She stopped here to wipe away a couple of tear drops that escaped her. Then she smiled at Harry and said, "So after that I only recruited fresh graduates in need of a job. And as you can see, I don't regret that decision. Anyhow, it's almost lunchtime, so I'll ask someone to deliver all the vaccines home-"

"Mum can we eat in a muggle restaurant please?" Tonks pleaded. Her mother smiled. "Why not? And while we're at it, we could shop for Harry. He really needs new clothes."

Tonks squealed like a ten year old and Harry was excited. He never went shopping before and he supposed it would be fun.

After having a delicious lunch in an Italian restaurant, they went shopping and Harry realized how very wrong he was earlier. At first he enjoyed putting on clothes and showing them to the women before changing to another one, but after three hours, he was close to tears. He had to practically beg the women before they had mercy on him and decided to go home. Their purchases were in twelve magically shrinked bags, all paid by Andromeda. (Harry insisted to pay for his own clothes, but after one look from her, he decided he could live) Andromeda side-apparated Harry and Tonks to their home right when Ted came in.

"Busy day?" he asked the trio, two of whom were on the floor. "We've been shopping." Andromeda replied. "Would you like to join us as we fill Harry's wardrobe?"

"Uh... Andromeda, I don't have a wardrobe." Harry said tiredly.

"Oh but you do." Tonks said giddily.

Alarmed, Harry went to the guest room that he occupied currently and stopped in his tracks. The room now had, aside from the bed, a medium-sized wardrobe, an armchair, a desk and a basket like the one in Dora's room. He turned around to find Andromeda standing in the doorway. Without a word, he went to her and hugged her tightly. She returned the hug, resting her chin on his head.

"Thank you." He whispered. She just gave him a squeeze in reply.

"So are we filling Harry's wardrobe or not?" Tonks loudly asked.

"How did all these stuff get into the room?" Harry wondered loudly.

"That would be me, son." Ted answered. "And it's not the room, it's your room."

Harry just smiled.

A/N: Over 100 reviews, 20,000+ hits, 160+ favourites and 260+ follows. I can't begin to thank all my readers for the amazing support they showed to this story. Kudos to Slytherin Studios for being the 100th reviewer. You people are absolutely wonderful! :D

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Fulgrim: I really love the British customs, so I guess you can say complication works for me ;)

A guest said that Dumbledore is not transfigurable. I think you meant that he is an excellent dueller to be jinxed or cursed, but here he was totally unprepared. I don't say Andromeda can beat him in a duel, that's quite absurd.

I should also mention that I will be away from my computer for the next two months, but I will try to update whenever I can.

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