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Chapter 5

04 Apr 2024

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August 14, 1996

Geneva, Switzerland

The kids had been far more careful since leaving Valence. He thought they would have found them yesterday, but it had taken them almost two days to track them to Marseille and then Geneva. The only reason they had been able to was the portkey they had used to get here.

Bergan was looking around, his divining rod moving. After a moment, it picked up a weak magical signature. Malfoy being able to get them a hair his son had stolen from school was a godsend. The fact the man's son had it was a little disturbing though…

"How much longer is it going to take? We need to find them soon," Nathan complained.

Sanguini sniffed. His face and all his flesh were hidden in the long cloak. Sun might not kill vampires, but it certainly burned them. "I will need to hunt soon," he informed them.

Bergan knew that Sanguini didn't need to hunt, but it was probably his way to ensure he didn't kill their targets. "Let's find them and then you can go feed," Bergan said in his high, squeaky voice. There were times he hated his mother for liking house elves so much. But other times, like now, it gave him an edge that he was able to use both magics, even if not at full strength for either of his birth races.

He led them towards the bank in the centre of the Wizard's Quarter. About halfway there, the divining rod waivered. It wanted to go in two separate directions. It took him a moment to figure out one way was still pointing towards the bank.

"What is the hold up?" the werewolf asked annoyingly.

"They went in two directions from here," Bergan said.

"Where?" Sanguini asked.

"The bank and that way," Bergan said, pointing towards the north.

"What does that mean? They just went to eat at that café?" Nathan enquired, looking towards a busy café.

Bergan frowned. By the strength of the pull, he didn't think it was anything that close. "I doubt it," he said. He wished there were cameras or something to tap into, but it seemed they had stayed in the Wizard's Quarters this time.

"There is an airship depot a few miles that way. Where is the nearest train station?" Sanguini enquired.

Bergan let the stick pull. The pull was a ways off. "The train station is that way," he said, pointing to the right and thinking of the map of the city he had seen. "If they took an airship, they could be miles away by now."

"Can you tell how long ago they came through?" Sanguini asked.

"This method doesn't work if the trail is more than a few days old," Bergan stated.

"We know they were in Valence on Friday. If they had to go to the bank, then yesterday would have been the first chance they could have been," Sanguini stated, knowing the gnomes only ran the bank on the weekend for those looking to withdraw or deposit funds through the tellers. They had gotten confirmation that Potter had closed all his accounts with Gringotts.

"Nathan, there is a ticket booth over there. Find out which airships were leaving yesterday and where they were going," Bergan ordered.

"And what are you going to do?" Nathan asked.

"We need to send off a progress report to our employer, and then I am going to get lunch before we head to the depot," Bergan told them. "Sanguini, if you need to hunt, now might be the only time in the next few days."

The vampire gave them a curt nod before disappearing. He would go hunt away from the wizards and be back in an hour or two. Bergan went towards an owl post office while Nathan grumbled and headed towards the ticket booth.

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August 15, 1996

Casablanca, Morocco

The zeppelin flew over the fertile plains that surrounded a large muggle city. From the observatory in the dinning room at the front of the airship, they could see settlements, farms and the city outskirts as the ship approached their last destination. The last few days had been relatively lazy. They had been pouring over the books they had picked up in Rome about the wizarding world outside of Europe.

Daphne had also picked up two books on runes. Harry wished he had taken the class before but had learned the basics from the beautiful blond last year. She was now trying to catch him up to the OWLS. She received her results shortly before his birthday, but like everything else this summer, no mail made it to him. He would have to find a way to get his OWL results. Maybe the gnomes or Jean-Paul could help, but if he was a wanted man by the Ministry, that might cause other issues.

Harry was feeling bitter towards the ministry, Voldemort, the Death Eaters, his old friends and the Order for taking away almost everything he loved and treasured. He would not let them take Daphne away. She was the only reason he still had to keep going.

Harry gave a small sigh of relief as the city grew on the horizon, though he couldn't see the tower the airship would dock at yet. Just looking at their destination had him smiling. He was starting to believe they had escaped his minders and Daphne's father.

Daphne moved in next to him, then wheedled her way into his arms. Harry moved to wrap his arms around her waist as she pressed her back into his chest. "What has you thinking so hard?" she asked.

He kissed her neck, and she shivered in his arms. He enjoyed that she did that. "I was just thinking about getting no mail and I'm glad the goblins were able to get my OWLS."

Daphne's arms wrapped around his. Her fingers made circles on his arms. She didn't sound pleased. "I still think they abandoned you like they did before. If Hermione really wanted to talk to you, you gave her the telephone number to your relatives, and she knows the address. Most wouldn't think about Muggle mail. The arse," as she often called Dumbledore, "probably had a mail redirect ward on you again."

"Probably," Harry said. He hadn't gotten any of the mail he had expected for months now. The only reason he had been able to communicate with Gringotts was because of the books that Sirius had gotten him. After the way his friends had abandoned him last summer, the way Hermione had tried to strong arm him into leading an illicit duelling club and the way Ron had been jealous of him at times, he wasn't sure if he wasn't better off only having Daphne to rely on. As much as the Delacours had been nice to them and owed him, he was still a little unsure of them. If Fleur did well by them as his account manager, then he would trust them more as time went on.

As this was going to be the last leg on this trip, all the passengers were ready to get off. Not really having anywhere pressing to go besides the Delacour's house on the outskirts of the city, they watched as the airship approached the busy hub of the aerodrome. Like Geneva, this hub was much larger than the others. Two airships were already moored, and he could see a third in the distance. For much of their Africa and Trans-Atlantic flights, Casablanca was a major hub for the gnomes. They stayed away from the other side of the continent. Harry wasn't sure why, but figured he would have to find out. If they were to stay in the magical world, at least partially, the areas that gnomes thought safe might be the best areas to stay in.

As they finally approached the transportation hub, Harry enjoyed the activity around the aerodrome. It was the only thing in the magical world that felt more like home to him. Harry hated the Dursley's, but he was a Muggle at heart and sympathized with Muggleborns. Having to give up their entire lives for a society so backwards at times was hard. Seeing the hundreds of witches and wizards, the dozens of gnomes or other races and dozens of automatons moving luggage and cargo around the busy tower and aerodrome grounds had him feeling more at ease. Giant elevators were moving the cargo up and down between the large cargo platform and the ground, with smaller ones taking the passengers.

For all the vaunted praise to goblins about making money and being expert bankers, gnomes were the true movers of the magical world outside those places controlled by the goblins. Harry wished that gnomes were in Britain. It would probably be much more cosmopolitan and closer to muggle society like this.

"It's so busy. Not even Diagon Alley looks like this during the holidays," Daphne said.

Harry grinned as he put a kiss to her neck. He liked the way she shivered in his arms. "It's brilliant."

They didn't move towards the gangway passage until the airship docked and the massive ramp on the front opened to the platform before them. Taking his hand, Daphne led them this time. As they approached the door, mild heat of the midday spread into the corridor as they came to the back of the line. He would be comfortable in the light-coloured trousers and polo he had on today. Daphne had liked when he dressed a little nicer, so he didn't mind. She was in a long dress that was supposed to be of the right weight and cut not to offend the locals. It still held enough of the hint of her form to catch his eye.

As they walked towards the lifts, Harry looked up in the cavernous interior of the zeppelin. Gasbags could be seen a good thirty feet or so off the main floor of the cargo hold. He figured tons of cargo were being offloaded. "I really didn't think there would be that much cargo in the wizarding world," he commented.

Daphne looked. "I think the warehouse on my family's estate holds about that much. Most wizards would prefer to buy produce, meat and grains grown by wizards. It makes up a large part of what we export every year. Those smaller crates, with the vines and crown," she pointed out as she spoke more in a whisper, "That's my family's seal for our business. That's most likely potion supplies or potions."

Harry squeezed her hand. He wasn't sure if she was second guessing herself or not, but he knew she had been trained for the last few years to understand economics and her family's business. Her father had wanted Daphne to take over or be able to guide her husband in the business. He didn't bring that up right now though.

She squeezed his hand back.

When they got to the base of the tower, they were pointed towards a few lines. Unlike in Europe, where they could just walk in and out without any passports or anything, here they were faced with workers and Aurors keeping an eye on who entered and left.

Daphne didn't let his hand go as she pulled out her passport, a copy of their betrothal, her OWL results to prove who she was and that she had the right to travel without restrictions. He pulled out his documents as well. They had both felt relieved when her father's signature had shown up on the copies a few days back. He also took out his emancipation papers. Last Harry put the declaration forms on the top of the pile that the gnomes had given them.

They had to wait in line as families and individuals went through the four booths setup. It flowed pretty easily, and they were soon stepping up to the customs agent. He was dressed in the local robes and greeted them in what Harry thought was Arabic.

"Ah, hello. We speak English. Tu parle Francais?"

"English is fine," the man said. "Passports and papers."

They put their stuff on the counter. He looked at them for a moment before quickly looking at the papers and then opening their passports. The man looked up to him after seeing his passport but didn't comment on it. "You are a little young to be traveling on your own."

"We are both sixteen. I have my emancipation and Daphne is my betrothed," he told the man. The man took out his wand and tapped the papers. One by one, the ink on them glowed a light green or blue. As though satisfied, he took out a ledger to write something in it.

"What is your business in Morocco?"

"We are on vacation," Harry told him. It wasn't exactly true, nor was it exactly a lie.

"How long do you plan to stay?"

"We don't know yet. We were going to look at other schools and stuff around the region," he replied.

The man looked up at them. After studying them for a moment, he turned back to the ledger. "If you stay more than six weeks you need to go to your embassy to apply for working or education papers and a long-term visa, or you can go to the Customs office in the Ministry. If you do not have extension papers after eight weeks you may be arrested. Jail time or deportation may occur," the man said in a bored tone as though he said this multiple times a day.

"Yes, sir," Harry said.

"Do you have any foreign plants, foods, animals, enchanted objects or spirits?"

"Just potions, supplies and what we listed on the form," Daphne said.

The man looked at the declaration form. He studied it for a moment before taking out a different stamp. When he crushed it to the paper, the ink glowed yellow. "You will need to have an Auror just run a dark scanner over you to ensure you aren't hiding anything. Anything else to declare?"

The man looked straight at Harry, his eyes going to where his scar was covered. "No, sir," Harry told him.

After a moment, the man stamped their passports and handed the papers back to them. "Have a good time and pay attention to local laws."

It took them another ten minutes to get out of there as they had to take their shrunken bags out of their pockets and Harry was asked to open his. Once the Aurors were satisfied, they were allowed to leave.

Daphne had a tight hold on his hand. "I've never been out of Europe before. Is every where like that?"

"I understand it is if you travel around the Muggle world, but you've been more places than I have, princess" he pointed out.

She pulled his hand to her mouth and kissed the back of it. "It's not like anywhere I've been before. I'm hungry."

Harry grinned. "I'm sure we can find something. Hold up," he said as they passed a stall before they got to the gates at the edge of the aerodrome.

"What is it?" she asked.

Harry was reading a sign with a French translation on it. A smile grew on his face. "I think I just found something good."

She looked at him questioningly. Harry pulled her towards the stall. "What is it? It just looks like jewellery."

"The sign says translation medallions," Harry told her.

"Oh, that would be brilliant," she said with a smile. Harry heard the teasing tone as she copied one of his favourite muggle sayings. He stuck his tongue out at her and she playfully stuck her chin up in a condescending way. After Harry had haggled with the stall owner, Daphne was putting on a pair of earrings while he was clamping a silver chain around his neck. If they worked as advertised, they would now be able to hear and talk more than a dozen languages.

Holding hands, they stepped out into the wizarding section of Morrocco. It was busier than Geneva had been. Seeing a nice restaurant, Harry led them through the crowd. When they were shown in, Harry held a chair out for her. Daphne gave him a brilliant smile before sitting.

While looking over the menu, Harry realized the translation medallion also translated the written dialect. He saw the funny letters, but as he read it, his mind formed it into English. It was a little disorientating. Daphne closed her eyes for a moment. "The translation charms?"

"It's giving you a headache too?" she asked.

"It's disorientating, but I think I'll get used to it."

"It's better than not knowing what is being said," she replied.

"What do you want to do after we leave?" Harry asked her.

"We should find the villa. I want to sleep in a normal bed tonight," she told him.

Harry grinned. He liked seeing her in her nightclothes, which was most often his quidditch jersey from fourth year, and the fact she wasn't as shy about only being in her knickers now. It was getting harder to wait for when they could be married. September eleventh would be the earliest date to satisfy the betrothal.

Daphne winked at him, as though knowing what was on his mind.

Looking out the window, Harry commented, "This place is busy."

Daphne was looking out the window too. "I knew Casablanca was a large trading port, but I didn't understand what my father was talking about until now."

It was the second time she had brought up her family today. Harry took her hand. "Daph, do you want to go back?"

She turned to look at him, her gaze intense and her blue eyes boring into him. "Harry James Potter, you know why I wanted to leave. I love my family, but I was not going to be some stupid girl to be sold off to the highest bidder or who my father thinks is right. I am not cancelling our betrothal. I am not going to become a servant of You-Know-Who. I am not going to see you continue to be ridiculed and denigrated by those that should be crawling on their feet for all you have done for them. I am not leaving you," she said rather fiercely.

Harry took her hand. "I never said I'm leaving you. You have just pointed out a few things about your family and mentioned them a lot in the last few days."

Daphne sniffed but kept a stiff upper lip. After a moment, her shoulders relaxed. "I just never thought my father would sign the betrothal. You know my family is neutral, and me being with you has declared a side. Until this year, I never would have thought about going against my family."

"So, I'm a bad influence?" he said, half serious, half joking.

Daphne shook her head and gave him an exasperated look. "The worst."

Harry laughed at her.

Daphne smiled. "You opened my eyes to how most of the world lives. I liked the option you offered more than the narrow one I was trapped into. If that is a bad influence, I'll take it."

They shared a kiss before the waitress brought them an exotic smelling meal full of spices he wasn't used too. Daphne looked at it rather apprehensively before her eyes grew wide as she took the first bite. Harry looked at her curiously. "It's really good," she told him before offering him a bite.

The older couple at the table next to them gave them indulgent smiles.

-oOo-

Same day…

Ottery St. Catchpole, England

After being caught the last time on the stairs, Fred and George had come through for Ron and Ginny. They had not been invited to another order meeting after refusing to look for Harry but were as desperate as their younger siblings to know what was going on.

Ginny put a finger to her mouth and opened her door. She looked out, then closed it. "Mum has gone," she whispered.

Ron nodded and handed her one of the extendable ears. Last summer the adults had learned to ward the door, so this time they opened her window and lowered them towards the window of the kitchen. It was open in the warm evening.

"I trust you found Miss Granger?" the voice of Dumbledore came to them up the ears. It sounded slightly like he was talking through a long corridor.

The gruff voice of Moody replied. "Aye. We found the lass. Right upset she was. Her house was warded by the Australian Ministry, so I was unable to determine if she's received any letters or where hers may be going. Given her reaction, I don't think she knew."

"You mean about Harry running?" their mum asked concerned.

"I mean about any of it. I think Potter did an excellent job of hiding everything that he was doing and what was happening to him last year," Moody said.

Professor McGonagall, who hadn't come to a meeting before, spoke up next. "I had no idea. He came to me to complain about Dolores, but I never suspected…"

Ginny and Ron shared a concerned look. He had suspected something was going on after thinking of how last year went.

"I had no idea that was happening either. Her questioning this week revealed that she did that to more than twenty students. The ministry is launching an investigation into us about how we allowed it to happen," Albus said.

McGonagall was livid. "I did what you told me too. You told me it was more important for me to be at the school than go against the ministry. How could you expect Potter to keep his cool? You know his parents and his grandparents. No Potter ever kept their mouths quiet if there was an injustice, and I told him to just keep his head down because you told us it would be alright if we did that."

"Minerva, now is not the time. We are here to find Harry, Alastor, do you have anything else?" Dumbledore asked in a calm voice. Ron could imagine McGonagall sitting there fuming at the way she had just been talking. Ron wished he understood what was going on, but if Harry had come to her and just told him to 'keep his head down', there was no way he would have.

"Merlin, we really made a mistake last year," he muttered.

Ginny gave him a nasty look.

"I wasn't able to put any monitoring or mail redirection wards up. We couldn't alert the Australian ministry we were there. I found out before we left that her parents had asked for asylum from the Muggle government, and they contacted the magical one. She is under the protection of the ministry there," Moody replied.

"And she really doesn't know where Harry is?" Dumbledore pressed.

"The only things she said was that we would never find him and that everything made sense now. I couldn't press her on it, but she suspects something, but didn't until we told her about Harry running," Moody answered.

"Albus, we can't believe that Granger really didn't know anything. I told you all last year something was different with the boy," the oily voice of Snape spoke up.

"I know, Severus, but I couldn't get close."

"You didn't want to get close. You didn't want to be associated with him once the ministry decided to step into Hogwarts," McGonagall venomously stated.

"It was dangerous for me to do so. You know that I was being targeted more than him and needed to stay at the school to protect the students."

"Ye ne didn't protect anyone," McGonagall said hotly.

"This is not the time or place to discuss this. We have more pressing matters. Severus, do you have any word?" Dumbledore questioned.

"Only that the Dark Lord has people looking for Potter and Malfoy has people looking for Greengrass. Since Scrimgeour has gone public with Potter's disappearance, the Dark Lord has sent out four teams to look for him. They are trying all the obvious places first, but I must agree with Granger on this one," Snape said. Ron's brow rose. It almost sounded like Snape was impressed with Harry. Ginny looked surprised as well.

"What do you mean?" their mum asked.

"I mean that Potter fooled us all last year. As much as he acts like his father, he hid his relations with Miss Greengrass. He must have been in contact with Black or the goblins if what Bill says is true. He snuck out while we were guarding him. You don't just shut down your accounts with Gringotts without some planning. And you don't just do that five days before disappearing without planning. If I had to say, I would think much of this was Greengrass. She is a cunning and bright girl, but Potter had to have had a hand in it. This is too daring and brash, even with planning, for Greengrass," Snape said.

"If Potter has any of his mother in him, he is probably off to see the world. Lily had plans when we were children. She talked about them incessantly and had a journal," Snape added.

"What was in the journal?" Dumbledore questioned, sounding concerned.

Snape had an amused quality to his voice. "She wanted to see everything. The gnomes. The ancient pyramids of Egypt and the Yucatan. The water dragons of China. The giant storm petrels in Japan. And in every country, she wanted to learn all she could. It would have been a lifetime of adventure. She also researched many of the magical countries, trying to figure out which ones you could do underage magic in. She had wanted to leave as soon as she got her OWLS."

Ron frowned at the way Snape sounded reticent, as though he wanted to go with her.

"And why didn't she go?" their father asked.

"I don't know. By then we weren't friends," Snape told them.

Ron and Ginny looked rocked to their core. BLOODY HELL! Snape and Lily Potter had been friends!

"No, the combination of Greengrass and Potter will be a hard team to catch. As much as I hate saying it, Hogwarts was the brainchild of Gryffindor and Slytherin. It took courage and brashness with planning and guile to form such a place," Snape said almost reverently this time. "Those two could be the Founders' heirs."

The kitchen was silent for a few. When Dumbledore spoke, he sounded tired. "How many teams has he sent out and to where?"

"Four I know of. The Dark Lord has also threatened Lucius if he doesn't secure the Greengrass wealth. He has sent his own team and they have found some hint of the teens in France and Switzerland," Severus told them.

"That is disturbing if they find them. Alastor and Hestia, I need you to find this group. If they know where Harry is, you must get to him first," Dumbledore told them. "Arthur, can you contact Charlie? I need him to get hold of Remus to have him looking as well."

"I'll get a message to him in the morning. I can't until I can get to an international floo," their dad agreed.

Ginny was clenching her duvet. "You don't think Malfoy will get Harry?"

Ron shook his head. "Harry always escapes everything. He'll be fine," he told her, trying to be encouraging, but feeling a little fear. He should have written to Harry this summer, but if he had, it wouldn't have gotten there anyways.

The meeting broke up soon after and they hurried to roll up the extendable ears. He had to get to the mirrors the twins had nicked from Sirius to let them know what was going on.

-oOo-

August 17, 1996

Rotherham, England

Susan was picking at the porridge they had for breakfast. Astoria didn't know everything she had gone through the night the Death Eaters had killed their aunt, but it had her quiet and withdrawn. It was very unlike her much more outgoing and bubblier cousin. Susan was a Hufflepuff through and through, but Astoria wasn't seeing that right now.

The issue was, she didn't know how to get through to her.

Astoria was mourning their aunt.

She was missing her sister.

She was getting upset with the boy that took her away.

Her father and mother were talking, but their marriage seemed strained. Astoria had never seen that before. Her father had signed the betrothal, but her parents still seemed to be arguing.

Her two best friends were also not talking to her. She knew that their families supported the Dark Lord, but with Daphne's declaration for the Light, and her father still refusing to talk with Lord Malfoy, they had been told they couldn't talk with her.

The fact the Dark Lord was even back was due to her sister's new betrothed.

Her life was falling apart, and everything went back to Harry Potter.

She was working herself into a right state when an owl flew into the open window. It was a nice summer morning. The sun was out, unlike the last few days. When it landed before her, Susan looked up. They both looked slightly apprehensive. Her mother had warned them both to not take any missives without it being checked.

"We should get Auntie Tabitha," Susan said.

Astoria rolled her head to the side to look at the letter. She recognized the script. She scowled at the seal on the letter. "It's from Daffy… with the Potter crest on the seal."

Susan's eyes widened. "You don't think?"

"It hasn't been the minimum forty-five days yet. It must be Potter controlling her," Astoria stated.

Susan bit her lip. "Potter doesn't come off as someone like that."

Astoria snorted. She knew that Daffy wouldn't do anything she didn't want too. She had been able to fight off the imperious when Moody had tried it all on them. She reached out and took the letter.

"Astoria!"

"Please, Daffy would never do anything to hurt me, and father could break the contract if Potter hurt me," she said.

Opening the letter, she frowned.

-o-

Stori,

I know you will read this first.

First, I want to say I'm sorry. I'm sure you are terribly upset with me, but I'm hoping now that father has signed my betrothal that you will not have to worry about Malfoy. As part of the betrothal, our family can't align ourselves with anyone that follows or supports Tom Marvolo Riddle.

You are probably wondering why that particular name. There is no Riddle family among the ancient or lower houses. There is no known person by that name that anyone remembers. What Harry has told me, he is a half-blood of a muggle father and a witch. As best we can find, Harry and I know this:

The Riddle family was a Muggle family that used to be landed gentry. They were killed off in the 1940's. Thomas Riddle was the heir to the family. He had one child with a woman, Merope Gaunt. As you know, the Gaunts were descendants of Slytherin. Tom Marvolo Riddle, if you rearrange the letters, tells you the true identity of the Dark Lord.

Tom Marvolo Riddle is I am Lord Voldemort…

-o-

Astoria gasped, dropping the letter as though burned. She stared at it for a moment, unsure what to say. The Dark Lord is a half-blood! It doesn't matter if he is a Founder's heir, a half-blood leading the purest of families, especially with a muggle father, would be explosive!

"Astoria, what is it?" Susan asked, some of her natural curiosity poking through the girl's melancholy.

Astoria picked up the parchments delicately.

-o-

Harry and I included a letter to let mother and father know per the contract requirements.

I'm sorry to say, but we are not returning. There are people that want to kill Harry, the least of all the Dark Lord. There is a reason the Dark Lord wants my love, and I will not let You-Know-Who have him. I won't let the headmaster have him either.

If you ever need me, you can contact the gnomes in Switzerland. They will be able to find us but will not allow anyone to know where we are.

Please be safe. I hope this has helped to keep you safe.

Let mother and father know I love them, even if I didn't want the life they wanted for me. I love you Tori, and if Susan is there, I love her and miss Auntie Amelia as well.

Your sister,

Daphne

P.S. – I hope you are still my sister.

-o-

Astoria closed her eyes and put the letter on the table. At fourteen this was more than she was supposed to deal with. Susan, curious, reached for the letter after a moment. Astoria was still trying to go through what Daffy just wrote. There were other sheets, probably other letters below it, but this one had been a doozy.

"Dear merlin, is this true?" Susan said after a moment.

Astoria opened her eyes to look into the huge eyes of her cousin. Susan's shock quickly turned into anger. "Auntie was killed by a pureblood bigot, and he isn't even a pureblood!"

Astoria looked at her cousin curiously. She had never seen Susan so upset.

"Those bloody, two-timing wankers! I will kill them," Susan declared. She shot out of her seat. "I need Uncle Grover and Auntie Tabitha. Everyone needs to know this. I need to get to the goblins. There are a few houses that owe mine favours that Auntie had been talking about calling in."

Perhaps the fabled badger fierceness wasn't just a legend…

Astoria got up to follow her, wanting to know what Susan was going to do. She liked seeing this Susan compared to the one that cried half the days now.

-oOo-

Next time on Dear Order: Harry's feeling they were now safe may not be as true as he would like…

-oOo-

A/N: I know a few are complaining that Harry/Daphne don't seem to be being as cautious or paranoid as they should be. My only argument is that they are still young and in love. Sixteen, especially for those so sheltered, is time when most are starting to rebel against authority to find out who they are. They know they are being hunted, but at the same time they want to explore. I think I would have been the same way at sixteen to suddenly be on my own, have no one to tell me what to do and have an urge to see the world. If you don't like that view, then I don't know what to say. It's how I view this story and won't change my opinion.