I haven't decided on any actual couples for this story. I'm just writing. So far the ideas keep flowing. I'm amazed.
I've been digging around for the names of Hermione's parents but so far I'll give them names of my own. I'm not a fan of their fake names and... I don't want to wear the names I've seen in other fics.
Positive feedback or constructive criticism is welcome. Specially considering English is not my native language.
If God willed, anything could happen. That was a given even if humans couldn't perceive it as it happened or had no idea of it. It happened daily and right in their noses. God could do anything just by wishing it. So, a little store came out of nowhere so suddenly and silently as if it grew from the ground like a sprout. A cabin at the end of a quiet street, little and well kept, a perfect fit with the other houses, made so it won't stand out. With worn wood and old furniture, a little garden and a bench. The mailbox was beside the road and looked old and beat up as it had seen better days.
Yoh helped a bit in the design even if all of it was all materialized through Hao's power.
Hao hated money and so it felt on Yoh to think on how to "make a living" out of something, right? While he willed the house into being, Hao was tense and awaiting for any other god to catch wind of their presence, nothing happened and he was relieved of having chosen this place. They were safe in the meantime.
They really wanted to solve the current problem they had, Peter and Rosalie's daughter had been searching long enough to be suspicious of the whole affair and they really didn't want to get attention, that will surely get them caught.
They came up with a plan, and it really had to work. Otherwise they might have their hands full with the consequences.
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Harry didn't want anyone knowing his plans and that left him with little to do and no one to consult or ask questions. He'd never travelled before, his only experiences being the Hogwarts Express and portkeys and he really didn't know where he might find one that could take him to Australia or how many portkeys he'd have to take. Money wasn't a problem.
He might try to go the muggle way but that had issues of its own. Like, he really didn't want to think what might happen if the Ministry or the journalist found out about it and created a whole scandal about it.
Ending his relationship with Ginny didn't help matters. So far he had moved definitely to Grimmauld Place and no one came or wrote. He had kind of hoped Ron might make an appearance and throw a tantrum or something.
He had no one to turn to. Kreacher had been sorting out his mail (he still received a lot of it) so Harry just had to browse through the filtered mail. He still got the Prophet even if his relationship with the newspaper and their star journalists was leas than stellar.
He'd be happy if he didn't have to see Rita Skeeter anymore for the rest of his days he'd count himself happy and blessed, he skipped her articles like the plague. But he couldn't do that this time. What on earth...?
If he had it on his way he'd probably just storm the Wizengamot after reading the diary. But Kreacher won't have it like that. The little creature could be tenacious when he wanted. So, Harry found himself dressed to the nines with clothes he really didn't know he had (Kreacher probably found them in Sirius closet or something) Harry couldn't recognize himself in the mirror.
He really hadn't thought what he wanted to say, he just knew he had to do something.
In a sense, he was indebted to Narcisa Malfoy, and even if Draco Malfoy was less than pleasant on any day, he didn't deserve a sentence as heavy as the one they served on Lucius.
When he finally made it to the Ministry he still had no idea of what he wanted to say, but he was just as determined as he was when he read the article.
Finding Luna of all people waiting for him outside the courtroom was unexpected but it vanished his remaining reticence.
The doors opened and he stepped in.
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Australia, 48 hours later.
The mail and her issue of the Daily Prophet came while she was having breakfasts, she almost choked on her toast when she saw a wrong Harry on it.
He apparently made it to the newspapers in a negative light again, she read the articule over 3 times and really. She wanted to have a go at Harry, but even then she had to side with him.
He basically strolled into the full session of the Wizengamot while they were in the middle of the Malfoy trial. He faced all members and the Minister and have them a piece of his mind. They've been forced to keep it mild and mostly matter of fact
Oh, Harry. You really do get yourself in trouble.
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Harry really though he was in some alternative reality or something. If someone told him that his latest affair would end up like this, he might have though a little bit more before diving right in.
Living in the same house as Narcisa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy was something he'd never even thought about. But it was this or them being on house arrest and subjected to regular raids by the Aurors department and his assets being significantly diminished. He'll have none of that.
But he really didn't want to live in Malfoy Manor and he barely could stand being in the same room with Malfoy without arguing.
Narcisa accepted living in Grimmauld Place but she immediately took it upon herself; the massive task of remodeling the house. Something not even Mrs Weasley could do.
And speaking of the Weasley's. They really weren't happy about this. He got a howler from Mrs Weasley that put to shame the one she sent Ron all those years ago over the fiasco with Mr Weasley's car.
So far, only Luna and Neville understood to a level why he did what he did. Luna was amazing, really. After being held prisoner in Malfoy Manor for months, she found it in herself to forgive and forget and do what's right. If he didn't have context he'd be laughing himself silly seeing Draco act all awkward around Luna.
They've been sharing the house for at least 2 days. Harry had been unwillingly dragged into Narcisa's plans. She'd been adamant in his involvement, he was the owner and master of the house and she insisted on having his opinion, his real opinion on everything.
Kreacher... the creature was ecstatic about the whole thing. He loved having the Malfoy's around. Taking care of Harry wasn't demanding in the least. He just wanted to have a warm meal, clean linens and clothes. But Narcisa was a whole other level.
Kreacher insisted that he was able of keeping up with the workload of having 2 or 3 masters at his age. Obviously everyone knew that was far from the truth, but Narcisa was brilliant in managing the old critter. She brought 5 house elves from Malfoy Manor and told Kreacher that he was appointed head elf and as such, he was responsible for the other elves and their tasks.
Kreacher was positively beaming after that.
Harry was getting restless. He needed to go Australia yesterday.
Is there something on your mind Harry?- asked Narcisa with her mild tone that interjected a bit of curiosity and some irritation.
Well, he had something on his mind, alright. And he really wanted to go and check on Hermione. Narcisa and Draco still had their upbringing and costumes but it was an implied agreement that they couldn't be nasty or rude to any of Harry's friends or family. And he really had no experience on this matters.
I need to go to Australia- he blurted before he could repent.
Narcisa looked at him with an arched eyebrow, and Harry felt like he was back in school waiting for the teacher to rant at him before sending a letter to the Dursleys about his "appalling behavior", so he elaborated.
So, Miss Granger is over there and you are worried and that's why you want to go there. And being possibly the most influential wizard of the world right now, you don't want to attract unwanted attention and being who you are that's saying something. And now you're responsible for us and I don't see our leaving the country as a possibility given our current relationship with the Ministry and the public in general is baying for our blood and our gold. That sums it up nicely.
Harry just stared at her, agape. And just nodded.
Certainly we can't go with you, I don't believe Miss Granger wants to see us again any time soon, and even all the way in Australia she must know of your latest shenanigans. If you still want to go there we need to make it look like you're still here, otherwise we're going to Azkaban and our vaults and property will be seized by the Ministry, and like hell I'm letting that happen, so forgive me for my language. I believe we can come up with something- and she smiled, Harry had to admit that it was a fairly intimidating grin, and if he had forgotten that she was related to Sirius, this was a great reminder.