Chap. 26: Returning to the hotel, Snape, Harry wakes, Greenhill Manor, and home.
Jaxson carried Harry over his shoulder up the back stairs in the Saints Hotel, with Gareth and Cyrus following behind. They opened Harry's suite and lay him on the bed, where they found his pajamas, and with a spell, they dressed him and put him under the covers.
Jaxson also placed a prescription bottle on the bedside table beside a glass of water, and Gareth laid both wands and the stone there as well.
"What are the pills?" Cyrus asked.
"Oh," Jaxson replied, "one of ours is a dentist, and he wrote me a script, which I had filled to give to Harry. There are twenty Norcos in there, which should do him for five days if he needs them. He'll be sore in the morning."
Cyrus nodded at this.
When the three stepped out of Harry's room, Gareth handed Jaxson a sack of Dragots as the Greengrasses shook his hand, bidding him goodbye, before heading toward Gareth's room.
Cyrus followed Gareth into his suite and took up one of the armchairs, where Gareth handed him one of the muggle fizzy drinks from the small refrigerator under the wet bar. Next, Gareth took the other chair, leaned back, and sighed.
"Merlin," Cyrus said, "I hope that Harry doesn't remember any of that."
"He might remember flashes of it," Gareth replied, "and just think of it as a bad dream."
"I'm not happy that we had to go this route," Cyrus remarked.
"I'm not either, but we had to weigh our options," Gareth explained. "One was to allow You-Know-Who to strike Harry down with the killing curse, where he stood a fifty-percent chance of dying, and the other was this.
"Here, he had the option of a sacrifice, and that gave him, or us, two choices; taking a life, or giving one, and we selected the latter. If Harry knew, I don't think that he would complain, as he gave that couple something that they could never have had, a child. You know that her husband was sterile?"
"Yes," Cyrus said with a sigh, "you've said so before. However, that child will be a part of our family, so I gave the father a good job at the warehouse, and we'll keep a watch on things as the child grows up."
Gareth nodded at this and took a drink. "When will Daphne and Harry be ready for the wedding?"
"Helen wants it in two weeks," Cyrus said, "but Daphne would have it tomorrow if we allowed it. At least it will take Harry's mind off this."
"Yes, it will," Gareth said as he looked at the clock as it was getting late. "What do you think about the new wand and the stone?"
"Well," Cyrus said, "you heard Marie when she tisked about Harry's current wand. Something tells me that it will no longer work right for him. I've never heard of the combination he now has, to be honest, and for it to be crafted from the Lord of Death, what does that mean?
"Then, there is that stone," Cyrus said, who shook his head with a shiver. "Did you get a good look at it? It was a small skull!"
"The wand," Gareth explained, "is a combination of the two most powerful wands ever produced here in the states, and as far as the stone, Samedi said: 'use it once.' I believe it will call him, to be honest."
"What for?" Cyrus questioned.
"To make sure that You-Know-Who is removed from us, for good. Samedi knew that Tom cheated death," Gareth explained, "and he wants his soul. Did you see how he punished that piece he extracted?"
"Yea," Cyrus said in almost a whisper as a shiver went over him. "Something tells me it will burn for eternity...
"Well," Cyrus said as he stood, "I'm heading to bed, and I'll see you and Harry in the morning."
"See you then, little brother," Gareth replied as Cyrus left the suite.
Severus Snape only had enough money on him to purchase a portkey to Barbados, and once there, he would have to contact Albus to have enough money sent to make it home on. It was utterly embarrassing, as he had slept on the hard wooden bench at the portkey station until his time came up that next morning.
The portkey triggered, and he found himself in Bridgetown, Barbados, where he began his journey to the address of Red Stag Partners LLC. However, on the fourth floor of an old office building, all he found was another empty office. This forced him to visit Barbados' government records office, and what he found made him shake with anger, for there, he seethed as he read that the owner of the company was Raven Enterprises back in the British Virgin Islands. None of the records revealed who the actual owner or CEO was, and Snape was ready to curse someone.
Snape had been taken in by one of the oldest banking scams there was, where revolving shell companies owned each other, and one could never find a real name. It was set up by the banks back in London just after WWII, offshore, and anyone wanting to hide money offshore used these very methods. All they were, were money in a bank account under the alias company, and on paper, with the deposits and withdrawals made through debit cards. It was one of the largest tax avoidance scams ever invented, but they were also used by those like Harry, who had something to hide.
Finally, Snape coaxed a witch at Barbados' small magical British embassy, which was tied to the MoM, to contact Dumbledore for enough money to travel home. He had to wait for four hours, but Fawkes showed up and took him back instead. He was still seething, flat broke, and had gained nothing from his efforts.
Harry woke up at 8:00 AM where he had a rotten hangover, and he couldn't see properly. He felt around on the bedside table and found his glasses, which he quickly put on, and he noticed a glass of water, a prescription bottle, two wands, and a small skull-shaped stone resting on the tabletop as well.
He picked up the bottle, and read the prescription that was in his name, which said they were Hydrocodone APAP, 5 - 325, and to take one every six hours for pain. It was prescribed by a Dr. Mulligan, DDM. Harry quickly popped one in his mouth and downed it with the glass of water, where he lie back and closed his eyes. In thirty minutes, the pill kicked in, and his hangover disappeared, though he was now as high as a kite.
Here, he yawned and threw off his covers before he swung his legs over the bed. He was still sore all over, he noticed, especially his knees, his lower back, and, it seemed, his todger and bollocks. What the hell had he done to himself last night?
Before he stood, he pulled up his pajama legs and looked at his knees, and found that they were scraped up as if he had fallen. He couldn't remember it if he did, so he made his way to the loo to shower.
Once in the loo, he had to do a double-take at himself in the mirror, as he no longer had a scar on his forehead. It was just as smooth and unmarked as the other side, and this made him grin with glee. He was free of it!
He quickly shucked off his pajamas and drawers and stepped into the shower, where he already had the water running. Just as it hit him, he started having visions from the night before. He had seen a Lich, he thought, and Darla from the bar downstairs. Oh, Merlin, could he have seen that he thought? He saw much of her nude, and she was masturbating while dancing to drums. That had to be some warped dream, he thought, as he knew that he was attracted to the young witch, but he had Daphne, so he would never touch the girl.
However, thinking about this started causing him an erection, and Merlin he was sore. He closed his eyes tightly, and thought of Marge and Filch again, causing it to rapidly deflate. He must have landed hard, from a fall or something, he thought. His todger felt like it had been brutally abused, and his bollocks even ached.
Whatever that ritual was, he didn't really want to remember it, so he put it out of his mind, and finished showering.
Once done, and in his room, he dressed in his brown tweed suit and put his brown tweed flat cap on his head. Next, he packed his dirty clothes, but he dropped a sock and mistakenly kicked it under the bed. Here, he drew his trusty Holly wand and summoned it. The wand seemed to sputter in his hand, and the sock only moved about a foot.
"What the hell," Harry muttered, so he tried the other wand that he had packed.
He cast Accio sock, and this time, the sock shot at him like a bullet, and whacked him between the eyes, hard, before he could catch it, leaving a red spot.
It must be the medicine, Harry thought, as he repacked the longer wand, and slid his Holly wand up his sleeve. He also placed the small skull-shaped stone in his pocket, and for some reason, he knew what to do with it. He could roll it in his hand thrice, and it would call Baron Samedi, but he could only use it once. It was to rid the world of Tom.
Next, he yawned again and headed out to find Cyrus and Gareth.
Once the three were together, they made their way downstairs and dined at the La Salle. From there, they made their way back to their rooms, shrunk their luggage down, placed it in their pockets, and left for the portkey office. They were due to portkey back at 12:00 PM and arrive back at the Ministry of Magic at 5:02 PM.
Helen and Meridith were waiting at the portkey office at 5:00 PM and were watching for their husbands and Harry to appear. At two minutes after, there was a flash from a portal opening, and the three seemed to walk out of the air, but when Harry made it to firm ground, he seemed to wince.
The two made their way over and hugged their husbands before Helen began to fuss over Harry.
"What's wrong, Harry, dear?"
"Just a little sore from what happened, Helen, is all," Harry replied.
"Well, come, and when we arrive at Greenhill, I'll get you something for that," Helen said.
"No, no, I already have some medicine that was given to me by one of their healers," Harry explained. "I'm not due to take another dose until seven o'clock, our time."
"Surely, it wasn't that rough?" Helen inquired.
"To be honest," Harry replied with a smile, "I can't remember what happened."
Here, Helen gave Cyrus a look that said that he would be explaining later. He just gave her a slight nod.
The five made their way to the atrium and apparated to Greenhill Manor, where they had supper at seven, and Harry took the next dose of his medicine. It had worn off by then, and he had been feeling the full effect of his soreness when he sat down at the table. However, in about thirty minutes, he was fine, so he enjoyed his supper.
After Harry left for Black Manor, it didn't take long for Helen to corner Cyrus and ask about what happened. When Cyrus mentioned a Lich that was Baron Samedi and all the debauchery that happened, she paled at the thought. However, she was glad that Harry was now free of that, well, infection that was from You-Know-Who.
Harry arrived home, made his way to the second floor, and to the bedroom that he and Daphne had selected for the time being. He made himself ready, and lie back against the pillows, where he pulled out a three-inch by five-inch hand mirror, and called out, "Daphne."
It took a few seconds, but Daphne's face appeared in the mirror, and she had a huge smile on her face.
"Harry! I'm so relieved that you're back, and look at your forehead; the scar is gone!"
"Yes," Harry said with a yawn, "my little problem was cured, you could say. I've missed you terribly, just so you know."
"I have you, too," Daphne said and then yanked her bed curtains closed. Next, she put up a silencing charm.
"Oh, Harry, I'm so randy," she said as she crossed her legs. "We will have to meet up in the next few days, or I will just explode!"
"Yes," Harry said with a smirk, "I've missed being with you as well, and I do look forward to, well, meeting up!"
"Oh, I want to be married, now, damn it," Daphne said with a pout. "I want you to take me, Harry, and make me a woman and your wife. I can't wait!"
Harry immediately started getting another erection, and he winced. Think of Horace and Umbridge, Harry, he thought.
"What's wrong, Harry?"
"The ritual was rough on me, dear," Harry said, "and my lower back, my crotch, and knees are sore; even scraped. I must have taken a spill during it, and I'm having to take something for pain for a few days."
Daphne's eyebrows shot up to her hairline at that. Just what happened to her fiancé?
"Would you want me to kiss your todger to make it all better?" Daphne asked, and then batted her eyes.
Harry gave out a whine, as his erection tried its best to come back. "You little minx, you! You are a very wicked little witch, you know that?"
"I can't help it, dear," Daphne said with a huff. "I love what we do, and I love the taste of you. Now, I'm randy again!"
"Give me three days, October 5th," Harry said, "and I'll come to escort you to Hogsmeade. We'll find a place to slip off to, and we'll relieve our, er, tension, then."
Harry watched Daphne reach down and rub herself between her legs, and then smile at him. "I'll hold you to that, lover boy."
Harry had to close his eyes where he thought about Filch trying to screw Mrs. Norris. Thank Merlin, his todger deflated.
"Anything happen while I was away?"
"Snape's back," Daphne said, "and he has a huge stick stuck up his bum. Whatever he left for, it didn't turn out well."
Harry hummed at this. "See if you can find out anything about where he went. He's up to something."
"I will, love," Daphne said. "I must get myself ready for bed, so, talk to you tomorrow evening?"
"Yes," Harry said with a smile. "I'll call you when I get in; just keep your mirror handy."
Daphne held her mirror up and kissed it, where she pulled it back and gave him a huge smile. "See you then, lover boy!"
Here, the mirror turned back to its normal self.
"Ah, well," Harry said as he pulled up the covers, "I do have Saturday to look forward to, but tomorrow is another grinding day at work."
Next, he turned off the light.
A/N: Now, everything will be normal until the wedding, which is not far off.