July 25th, 1991
5:26 p.m.
For once Harry was allowed to stay in the small sitting room across from his small cupboard and the stairs so that he could not hear the conversation his aunt and uncle were having about him, the letter, and what to do about it. He could hear slightly quiet yet hurried talking down in the kitchen, which meant they wouldn't be done anytime soon. So, Harry decided to take his attention from the entrance of the sitting room to out the window, rolling grey-black clouds that overwhelmed the blue sky behind them came in waves. Small yet powerful spurts of heavy rain pelted the glass of the window and the whole atmosphere of the storm seemed to mirror Harry's current thoughts after the ordeal he had been forced to endure upstairs, worsening his mood.
'I hate this place so much,' Harry thought to himself as he continued to watch the storm rage outside, flashes of lightning and far off *boom's*of thunder filling the sky.
'I've already told you how to fix all your problems. And yet, 'The voice says trailing off slightly letting a pause fill the air,' You do nothing. You are truly a fool.'
Harry scowled, gaze so intense it could cut straight through the window that shielded him from the rain,' and I've told you. I won't be a monster like them.'
After thinking this the voice seemed to become silent again, leaving Harry alone with no one in the room but himself to distract him from the thoughts he constantly wished to push away. He let his mind wander back to the letter that had caused him so much trouble. It gave him a small bit of hope, in addition to the unfamiliar childish curiosity about what a school for witchcraft and wizardry could possibly want with someone so obviously not magical like himself. Of course, he couldn't really say he wasn't strange at all, because he had healed broken bones and equally if not worse injuries in two days and sometimes even sooner if he was not given strenuous activities to do while he healed, which he often was.
"Potter," Harry heard being barked with such venom from the entrance of the sitting room that it made every muscle in his body tighten, causing him to turn ever so stiffly to the person that had spoken," Your aunt," his uncle said pausing so he could put into words what he so furiously didn't want to say apparently," has convinced me to… Allow you to attend that. SCHOOL for freaks, she put forward a good point that while it will no doubt make you even more freakish it will get you out of our sights for the better part of each year. If it were up to me, we would move so far away that no one would ever find us and by extension you, but with such little warning from that letter and the promise of someone coming by to collect you in three days no less, we simply don't have the time to leave."
Harry's frame visibly unwound, the stiffness that had entered his muscles and his previously fearful expression changed to one of slight confusion at the sudden change. He would've thought his aunt would be completely against him leaving even more than his uncle, but Harry wasn't going to complain now that he had an actual way to not be around the Dursleys for an extended period. He wasn't too thrilled about being picked up by a stranger in three days, but he reasoned that if a school trusted someone enough to hire them and then send them to help him get school supplies, they must be trustworthy. Then again, the teachers at his current school were as thick-headed as his cousin Dudley, so he wouldn't hold his breath.
Harry just nodded at his uncle showing that he understood," Thank you, Uncle Vernon. I'm sorry I inconvenienced you so much."
This seemed to be an acceptable answer to his large uncle's explanation and tirade as he just nodded and told Harry to begin cooking dinner.
July 28th, 1991
8:00 a.m.
Just about done cleaning the leftover dishes from breakfast Harry could faintly hear the tv in the sitting room playing in between the noises of dishes clinking and the water of the sink running. He could also faintly hear talking as Dudley and Aunt Petunia talked about something he couldn't quite understand due to the accumulation of noises making him slowly zone out as he completed the cleaning. The burn of the overly hot water hardly registered in his mind as he had grown quite accustomed to the scalding temperature.
Knock, knock, knock
Harry stopped everything he was doing as he heard the clear knocking at the door causing every person in the house to go silent. Not hearing any footsteps heading into the hall Harry assumed that no one was going to get to the door so he wiped the soap from his hands gingerly so he wouldn't scrape the cloth of the rag on his slightly burnt hands too badly.
Harry walked down the hall keeping his sight focused solely on the door, not wanting to meet eyes with his aunt for fear she would have some choice words for him. If this did turn out to be the professor that was meant to collect him, she would no doubt have something to say to him. Against his better judgment, he hazarded a slight glance into the sitting room out of the corner of his eye, he suppressed a yelp of terror at the intense and menacing look his chief tormentor was sending his way.
Not wasting any time, he opened the front door to the house his ever-dull yet captivating emerald eyes on a young woman in red soft colored robes and a slightly darker corset under the red cloak that she wore, her long black hair falling past her shoulders. Harry noted in his head that she seemed to give him a once-over as well and frowned upon seeing his small frame and overly large clothes, freezing at his bright red and painful-looking hands. Then her eyes snapped to Harry's and gave him the first glimpse at her eyes seeing that they were a light shade of brown that had a slight inclination to looking almost burgundy.
Quickly averting his eyes from hers out of habit Harry introduced himself," Hello I'm Harry Potter," he said holding out his hand a sly thought entering his mind," You must be Professor McGonagall."
Shaking her head, the woman looked at Harry with an approving look in her eyes seeing what he had just meant to do in just the first sentence he had casually said to her," No, as you read in your acceptance letter, I am professor Septima Vector. Although, I can't fault you for testing me," she looked down at Harry's hand," and excuse me if I don't shake your hand, it already looks quite painful for you."
Harry winced having been caught so easily, and then he flinched for a completely different reason when an arm snaked its way across his back wresting its hand on his shoulder. "Who is at the door Harry," his aunt said to the right of him as she peered at the strangely dressed woman on the outside of the doorway.
"Hello ma'am, I am Septima Vector I understand you received the school's letter regarding young Mr. Potter here," she said in a polite yet clipped tone, her eyes never faltering in intensity from his aunts. Harry could feel the slight movement of his aunt's arm as she nodded at what Ms. Vector said.
"Yes," Aunt Petunia said quietly," I hate to see him go, but I'll be sure to give him extra attention when he comes back for the summer," when she said "extra" her grip had firmed on his shoulder and she slightly pulled him into her making her breasts slightly press into the side of his right arm making him blush and shake in fear. Clearly, it wasn't enough to warrant a strange effect from the professor as she had a small smile on her face gazing at the perceived affection from what she thought to be a normal familial relationship, her previously intense gaze ebbing.
Pushing him gently out of the door and seeing the professor turn around she grabbed Harry by the wrist pulling him slightly towards her and mouthed," You. say. nothing." This caused Harry to gulp and nod furiously as she relinquished his wrist, letting him make his way to Ms. Vector who hadn't noticed the exchange. He could hear the soft click the door made when it closed.
"Now I'm assuming you don't know about who you or your parents are," Ms. Vector said glancing sideways at Harry.
Frowning Harry didn't know what she meant," I'm Harry Potter, there isn't really anything special about me except maybe my eyes or my weird lightning-shaped scar on my forehead," after saying this he parted his messy black hair in the middle of his forehead exposing it to the cool morning air, the action causing the woman's gaze to shift to Harry's forehead.
Reaching out as if reverently, she almost contacted the scar before Harry let his hair fall back into place and stepped back a little too quickly.
"Apologies, it's just strange seeing proof of what in recent years has become somewhat of a legend for witches and wizards of the modern age," she said clearly showing that her reaction had been involuntary.
"Why does my scar matter at all, my aunt and uncle said it happened in a car crash that killed my parents when I was a baby."
Ms. Vector shook her head, closing her eyes and sighing," I understand why they might tell you that, hoping you would be a muggle like them, but that's not the case, you are a wizard, Harry."
This caused him to blink owlishly at the red robe-clad woman standing in the driveway looking unflinchingly into his eyes no sign of deceit in hers whatsoever," I'm a what?"
"You're a wizard Harry and I'm willing to bet a very good one if your already healed hands are a good indicator as to your magical core's strength at such a young age."
This surprised him even further as his eyes jumped sharply to his hands which no longer had the painful red look that they had had not even a minute ago," I admit that is weird, but me," he said gesturing with both hands at himself," a wizard, I just think it's too fantastic Ms. Vector," Harry said looking down at his shoes.
She looked at him fully understanding his skepticism," I can't make you believe you're more important than you think, but I can tell you your parents were very good people, and they didn't die in a car crash. They loved you very much and while you may not believe it now, I assure you this was all part of the world they both wanted you to live in with them. I can, however, prove that witches and wizards exist if you'll give me permission to show you."
Harry began to cry silently at the thought his parents would have loved him just as much as he wished they would in his fondest dreams," how can you prove magic is real?"
"Take my hand," at the slight step Harry took back Ms. Vector gave the young man a reassuring smile holding her hand out showing it was entirely up to Harry whether or not to trust her.
For some odd reason Harry felt that he trusted this woman that he hadn't even known for more than five minutes, more than he trusted the Dursley's which if he was being honest, he didn't trust them further than he could throw Dudley. Slowly and tentatively, he reached out gripping her hand with the same expression you might see on a scared doe.
"Thank you for trusting me, Harry. Now bend your knees slightly and prepare to land."
This statement caused Harry to frown deeply, but before he could open his mouth to ask what she meant she said," Oh, and when we're not in classes just call me Septima, Ms. Vector makes me feel old," his world began to stretch, distort, and zoom past him as they disappeared from where they had previously been standing leaving no sign they had been at the end of the driveway.
With a grunt releasing Ms. Septima's hand from his own Harry fell to the ground his stomach feeling like it had just been stretched by an angry taffy puller then beaten with a rugby stick. Harry was helped to his feet by the Hogwarts professor with gentle hands making it obvious she had noted Harry's Haphephobia as she tried to touch him as little as possible. Even though it was fairly obvious what she was doing, Harry appreciated it, nonetheless.
After finally getting to his feet Harry looked around at the completely different scenery. Gone were the rows of houses like the Dursley's and sprawling identical lawns that had been neatly and perfectly spread apart. In their place was an open area lined with all manner of strange shops and various oddly dressed people, a few of them were even kids around his own age. The obvious change from where they had previously been standing made Harry gaze around himself, not believing his eyes and the apparent show of magic.
"This is amazing," Harry whispered," where are we?"
Smiling, Ms. Vector looked down at Harry," Welcome Mr. Potter to Diagon Alley, the finest place in London to procure your school supplies and several other magical items."
As Harry took in what she had said he turned in circles looking at multiple fantastical oddities, like children gazing into a shop Called Quality Quidditch Supplies with various brooms that had just as many designs to them on display with one broom showing precedence over the other models, this model being marked as the Nimbus 2000. Another shop called Eyelop's Owl Emporium and Magical Menagerie which, while a store that bragged about chiefly selling owls, was already strange to Harry, was not as strange as the odd assortment of creatures that also seemed to be on sale that he could see just from the window outside.
"Alright Harry, the first stop we'll be making is at Gringott's Wizarding Bank to get some money out for you to buy your school supplies," the professor said curtly to Harry, slightly amused by his obvious wonder as she began to walk toward the oddly proportioned white stoned building.
"But I haven't got any money let alone a bank account Ms. Vector," Harry said having to walk fast to keep pace with the woman.
"You may not have had a bank account in the past Harry, but your parents left you your father's family vault where they kept their own money as well. So, you may be quite correct in assuming you don't have one specifically in your name, you definitely have a family named Vault that will belong fully to you when you come of age."
Nodding now feeling even better knowing that his parents cared enough about him to leave however much money they had to him upon their death, he felt secure in following her into the bank.
"And it's Septima, remember Harry," she said giving him a wry grin from the side causing Harry to blush and look back down at the white marble floor as he continued to walk forward. His gaze didn't stay on the floor long before he looked around at the small humanoids with sharply hooked noses, pointed ears, long fingers with sharp nails, and black smoldering yet intelligent eyes that sat around at high-raised desks filing paperwork and talking to various people that Harry assumed to be wizards and witches.
"What are those small mean-looking things," Harry said lowering his voice and involuntarily gripping part of Septima's cloak.
"Those," she said gesturing slightly with her head at the beings Harry was referring to," are goblins, they mint and help distribute coins for wizard currency. They also are very good metalsmiths, especially the wonderful achievements they've made with silver," Harry listened with rapt attention absorbing all the knowledge he could, wishing nothing more than to learn everything that he could about this wondrous new world.
"They also have their own language of course, it's called Gobbledegook, and while it's fascinating, not many wizards find it all that necessary to learn a lower lifeforms method of speech. Personally, I find it stupid how people treat them as if they don't almost completely control the economy for the wizarding world in the U.K."
After that explanation, they finally arrived at the desk at the front end of the hall and the older-looking goblin sitting behind it writing on a piece of parchment Harry couldn't see due to the height of the desk. Without even looking up from his paperwork the goblin said," Name and reason for the visit."
"Harry Potter and he is here to make a withdrawal from his vault to buy supplies for his first year at Hogwarts," Professor Vector said not missing a beat.
Finally looking up from his paperwork the goblin looked to the speaker and then gripped the side of his desk with his long-clawed fingers pulling himself to look over the desk into Harry's eyes," and does Mr. Harry Potter have his vault key?
"Ah, yes Professor Dumbledore entrusted his key to me for today, here you go," she said handing the simple bronze key to the goblin's awaiting taloned fingers. He inspected the key turning it end over end in his hand before nodding in acceptance.
"Griphook, show Mr. Harry Potter and his friend to his vault so he may collect some funds he will require," the old goblin said handing the key back to Ms. Septima before she in turn handed it to Harry who smiled seeing that she trusted him enough at his age to keep it safe.
"This way please," the goblin named Griphook said walking off to the left of where the elderly goblin sat.
10:34 a.m.
Having just finished retrieving 50 Galleons, 50 sickles, and 200 knuts in wizarding currency, Professor Vector had explained to Harry the conversion rate each form of currency had," one Galleon is worth 493 Knuts, it is also worth 17 Sickles, one sickle is worth 29 knuts, and the Knut is the lowest currency which most places will use for their price ranges unless it's a high-end shop."
After hearing the explanation Harry's head slightly hurt, he was never the best at economics and currency conversion rates so he just took her word for how much all of the supplies would cost.
"I'll go get all of your school supplies and another surprise, while you go to Ollivander's over there and get your wand, afterward meet me at The Leaky Cauldron," she said pointing down the street to the left indicating where The Leaky Cauldron was," and Ollivander's is over there," she said pointing again to a small shop to the right of them with two large bay windows to the left and right of the door which sat in the middle of the building separated from the windows by about 10 feet of wood. Harry nodded, looking up at Ms. Septima a little reluctant to leave her side, but he began to walk away not wanting to appear dependent on her.
He had no difficulty making his way over to the old yet nice-looking shop and just before he opened the door to enter, he looked behind himself to look at Ms. Septima one more time, and to his surprise, she was looking at him smiling and waving lightly. He smiled and gave a little wave back before opening the door and hearing a shop bell ring as it opened. He expected to see someone at the front desk, but he saw no clear sign of anyone in sight.
"Um, h-hello," Harry said before yelping when he heard someone yell down a row of small, long, and thin boxes," I'll be right with you!"
An older-looking man made his way down to where Harry stood he appeared to be of average height for a man his age with stark white hair sticking out at odd ends giving him a slightly crazy look, his skin a pale white, he had a swift stride belying his advanced age, and the strangest thing about him Harry noted as he reached his front desk his eyes were a pale silvery color.
"Ah, Mr. Potter I had wondered when you would make your way into my shop. You know I remember when your mother and father came to receive their first wands," he said looking off to Harry's left as if recalling a memory long past.
"Could you help me choose my wand Mr. Ollivander," Harry asked not knowing the first thing about deciding which wand was best for him.
"Why, Mr. Potter the wand chooses the wizard. It isn't as simple as picking up a thin piece of wood and hoping magic comes out. No, wands have for lack of a better word a personality, just like humans and other magical creatures that use these wands they can both like and dislike certain individuals causing either no reaction at all or sometimes even a volatile one that could harm the person trying to use the wand. That is why there are so many wands in existence and so many more being made," Mr. Ollivander explained all this to Harry who grew progressively more and more interested as he listened. Wands sounded so much more interesting than he had ever thought they could be, but one question kept coming to his mind.
"If it's so difficult to find the wand that fits a witch or wizard, then how do you decide what one to try out," Harry said asking with honest curiosity.
"Oh, I just guess," Mr. Ollivander said with a slightly serious, yet mirth-filled, expression which made Harry blink having expected the answer to be something just as magical as the rest of everything else that had happened today.
Once he saw Harry's expression Mr. Ollivander walked off into one of the box-ridden isles chuckling and searching for a specific box. "Perhaps, you," Mr. Ollivander said turning a box over to inspect it before he walked back over to Harry who had been waiting patiently for the wand maker to return.
"Mahogany, eleven inches, pliable, with a Boomslang Venom core well suited for transfiguration," Mr. Ollivander said lightly plucking the wand out of the box and handing it gently to Harry by the handle while he was gripping the slightly rounded end of the wand before letting it go seeing that Harry had a good grip on it.
Harry looked at the wand seeing that it had a strange cobweb design on its side and other than that it was a simple polished wand. He looked back to Mr. Ollivander wondering what to do.
"Well, give it a wave."
Jumping slightly Harry looked straight forward again before swishing the wand in a straight ark, which promptly caused a vase on a pedestal to explode with terrifying force. Gulping, Harry placed the wand gently on the counter.
"No. No. Apparently not," Mr. Ollivander said before shuffling quickly back off to another row of boxes, returning shortly after with yet another box with a wand that he offered to Harry.
"Willow, ten and a fourth inches, swishy, with a fairy wing core excellent for charms," he said smiling looking yet again at Harry expectantly.
This queued Harry to inspect the dark wooded wand that had black spirals starting from the bottom of the grip before cutting off at the middle where they slowly became thinner. Before being prompted yet again to swish it he did so himself eliciting no reaction at all to come from the wand.
"Hmmmm. Curious oh so curious," Mr. Ollivander made his way back down the aisle directly behind his desk going through so many wands Harry had almost given up counting how many he was brought. Mr. Olivander's shop was in complete disarray from all the wide variety of uncontrolled effects each wand had. When Mr. Olivander finally went farther back than he had each time for the previous wands he paused," I wonder."
Once the man made his way to Harry again the young boy already knew what to do and took the wand yet again from the old wand maker," Holly, eleven inches, nice and supple, with a phoenix feather core very rare, it is well suited to a great range of magic." This wand had a simple design with the handle being clear to tell because it looked as if a part of a small tree branch had been kept from being stripped to function as the handle for the wand while from the middle to the tip had been expertly fashioned into a normal sleek wand shaft.
Without wasting any time Harry waved the wand yet again, and this time the air around Harry filled with soft light and a warm breeze flowed through his Harry giving him a sense of utter completion, it was as if he had found a long-lost friend. And it seemed the wand agreed as it thrummed with soft power from both its own core and Harry's magical core that began to move in sync with one another creating a single magical circuit flowing between the two.
"Curious, very curious," Mr. Ollivander said gazing at the wand in Harry's hand as if he had seen a ghost.
"What? What's curious?"
"Well, I remember every wand I've ever sold and its owner. The phoenix whose tail feather makes up that wand's core only ever gave one other feather. That wand's brother," Mr. Ollivander said pointing at the wand Harry was holding," belonged to the man who gave you that scar."
Harry gulped," Who gave me this scar? I've been told my parents didn't die in a car crash like my aunt and uncle said and I'm guessing I didn't get this lightning bolt scar in one either."
"You would be quite correct in that Mr. Potter. No, your parents were murdered, by one of the evilest and darkest dark wizards of the modern age. That scar was caused by Lord Voldemort. Although, anyone would advise you to refer to him as he-who-must-not-be-named. In addition, that is no lightning bolt but the wand movement used to execute the worst of the worst unforgivable curses one can use on another person. But, oh my look at the time," the old man said looking behind Harry at a clock on the wall," you've been here for over an hour I'm sure the person helping you with your shopping will be getting worried by now. That will be seven Galleons for the wand Mr. Potter."
Not wanting to end the conversation yet but clearly not wanting to make Ms. Septima worry about him, he nodded and reached into his pants pockets giving the wizened old man the funds to purchase the wand.
"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander," Harry said walking out of the wand shop with his new partner still in his hand before he slipped it in his right pants pocket.
11:45 a.m.
Not wanting to waste any time he hurriedly made his way down the street in the direction that MS. Septima had told him to go to so he could reach The Leaky Cauldron. Before long he had seen the sign that marked the correct bar/inn. Harry entered the building looking around before he found Ms. Septima sitting at a table eating a stew that Harry couldn't identify.
"Hello Ms. Septima," Harry said sitting down next to her.
This made her sigh," I suppose it's better than Ms. Vector. Did you find your wand?"
Harry nodded, pulling out his wand and holding it up for the young adult to inspect appreciatively. After he put the wand back in his pants pocket Ms. Septima handed Harry a small book that she had plucked from the inside of her robes.
"That book is the first part of your gift, the other one is one of the rooms being paid for so you can use it until the school year starts, and the final part is sitting in the room with your supplies," she said handing a room key to Harry after he took the book.
Looking at the title of the book he had been handed Harry smiled in appreciation Charms of Defense and Deterrence by Catullus Spangle. Harry looked back up to Ms. Septima his eyes watering. No one had ever given him anything this thoughtful before and he didn't know how someone could be so kind. Without thinking he jumped forward and gave her a tight hug thanking her profusely, crying all the while.
Septima patted Harry's back awkwardly, yet kindly, letting him cry it out before she cleared her throat signaling to Harry she had a little more to say. He quickly let her go, rubbing his eyes furiously trying to stem the flow of tears.
"Your room is number eleven and you'll be staying until September 1st which is when term starts. I'll be dropping by to see you periodically to see if you're doing all right, and if you want I could show you a few easy spells so you can get a head start on the school year that no doubt a few other students will have because of their families," Ms. Septima smiled at him and stood up getting ready to leave so Harry could get settled into his room.
"Thank you again for helping me today. I honestly wouldn't have known how to find Diagon Alley without you. When's the next time you're coming over, because I have a few questions about my parents and that stuff you told me earlier about me and my scar being a modern legend," Harry asked the professor, who sighed internally knowing this was going to come up eventually.
"I'll be back to check on you August 3rd, and I'll tell you what, if you learn one of the beginner-level spells by then I'll tell you anything I can tell you about what happened," she promised giving Harry a good incentive to learn and giving him an activity to keep him from boredom in the next few days to come.
Nodding in the affirmative Harry watched as she left The Leaky Cauldron leaving Harry to his own devices. Deciding it would be a good time to enter his room to see the last part of Ms. Septima's gift, Harry ascended the stairs leading to the rooms that he had glimpsed the numbers of from the floor below. Once he found room eleven, he inserted the key in the lock, swung the door open, and swiftly closed it. Looking around Harry saw a large trunk with several books lying on top of it, a cauldron, and a note lying on top of the book pile.
Dear Harry, your gift is somewhere in the room. I don't know exactly where he'll be when you arrive, but I doubt he'll have left the room. I left some of his food and the rest of your supplies in the trunk. I couldn't get your casual or school robes because they need to be made to fit, so we'll do that the next time I come to check on you. Be sure to treat the little bugger nicely he looks very sharp-witted like a certain little black-haired boy I know.
have fun.
Septima Vector
Harry frowned deeply, turning around in place several times, he saw nothing, he was looking at a desk off in the corner when a thought he didn't like entered his head. He slowly swiveled in place, looking to the underside of his bed making him sigh and not at all feeling good about what he was about to do. He slowly got to his knees, lowered his upper body to look beneath the bed, and what he laid his eyes on made him frown. It was just a tiny kitten oddly colored with its entire back and legs being midnight black and its underside being a light blue color.
Feeling entirely stupid Harry called out in a calm voice, as if talking to another person," Could uh, could you come here please?"
Surprisingly, the kitten made its way over to Harry's outstretched hand and rubbed the side of its face against it. The kitten walked further from underneath the bed to stand in front of Harry looking up at his face. Harry noticed that not all the kitten's face was black, a little strip of blue made its way to the bottom of the kitten's chin, along with its paws being the same light blue. Its ear fur was so voluminous that its ears appeared much larger because of it. The kitten's dark face was accentuated by eyes that were a bright viridescent green like Harry's own.
Harry picked up the kitten and then sat on the large bed, marveling at how much softer this bed was than his lumpy one back in his cupboard. It almost felt uncomfortable how soft it was, but he ignored that sensation deciding to focus on the kitten.
"What should I call you little guy," Harry asked gazing into its eyes that just stared unblinkingly back, it swatted its paws at Harry as if pointing," You want me to name you?'
Harry could hear an audible purring coming from the kitten's small form, so he took that as a yes," how about... Cobalt?"
That seemed to be a decent answer as the kitten decided to flop down on the pillow to the right of Harry causing Harry himself to blink before he grinned down at the small fluffy creature.
"You've got the right idea," Harry sighed as he lifted the covers, and flopped over equally as lazy as Cobalt had. As soon as he got comfortable in the soft bed Harry felt Cobalt get up and begin kneading the spot-on Harry's chest trying to soften up the spot. After several long seconds and several pokes into Harry's chest from the kitten's claws, Cobalt curled onto Harry's chest falling fast asleep. For once Harry fell asleep in comfort and contentment, not having a single bad dream that night.
