A/N just to let you know that this story is still unfinished and at this point I have no idea whether it actually will get finished as I just can't seem to find anywhere to go with it. If and when any more comes I will of course update it for you.

Surprisingly, Andrew did not ban Harry from teaching his lessons. He agreed that it was good experience for later life and it was beneficial to everyone. He did however restrict Harry's own work time to two hours per night, and insisted that he spend at least half an hour out of doors. There were to be no after-curfew excursions, and every meal was to be attended, preferably in the Great Hall. If it looked as if he had forgotten about a meal, one of the house elves would give him a reminder. If the reminder was ignored, the house elf would pop Harry to the Great Hall or kitchens.

After the third time that he'd been unceremoniously uprooted from whatever he was doing, Harry took to working in the Great Hall. At least then he could actually finish his train of thought before having to eat. He knew the house elves were spying on him, in fact he wouldn't be surprised if Andrew or Jeff had actually bought Sweep off the Headmaster for that exact purpose! He never seemed to have any alone time anymore and it was really starting to grate on his nerves.

"If I give up teaching will you stop setting the house elves on me?" Harry asked finally one day when Andrew came to a spell session.

"I am not setting them on you as you so eloquently put it Harry. But your past history has not shown as much concern for your own welfare as it should. You know exactly what to do to stop this if it bothers you so much."

"Yeah stuff my face all the time. What if I'm not hungry? What if I just want to eat at a different time?"

"Harry…" Andrew tried to placate the boy.

"No. I've had it." He turned to the twins. "Sorry to cut the session short boys."

He vanished.

Andrew sighed. "Do you know where he might have gone?"

"No Andrew. We've never asked him. It seemed like he liked having a place he could go to just be himself for a bit. He'll show up again later on. He always does."

"He does this a lot then?"

"Every so often. What's wrong with wanting a bit of time to himself? A man's got things that he needs to attend to after all…"

Fred wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. George snorted and elbowed his brother.

"And there boys I will take my leave" Andrew replied dryly. "Good night."

"Night Andrew" they chorused.

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Andrew had just got home and was considering mulling over things with a nice Scotch when his floo flared. He answered it with a groan. Who could want him now?

"Andrew?" the voice in the flames said.

The healer's head snapped round. "Filius? Is it Harry? What's happened? What do you need?"

"Good evening. You'll be pleased to know there are no medical emergencies, but I would appreciate some moments of your time if you would be so good. May I come through?"

"Of course!"

The head withdrew and a moment later the diminutive professor was brushing soot off his robes and exchanging greetings once more.

"Whisky? I was just about to pour myself one."

"Oh why not. One won't hurt."

"So, to what do I owe the honour?" Andrew asked after he had poured out the drinks.

Flitwick took a sip of his whisky.

"Harry" he said.

"I thought you said he was fine" interrupted Andrew quickly.

"I said there were no medical emergencies. By now I hope he is engrossed in some in depth discussion on the theory of magic with the Weasley twins in Gryffindor Tower."

"So what, is the extra work still too much for him? We can-" Andrew stopped at the raised hand of his friend.

"Let me talk and you'll find out" Flitwick chastised gently. "He came to me this evening because he was feeling overburdened by the extra effort of having to work constantly in the Great Hall all the time."

"Why there?"

"Because if he works in the Great Hall he will not be uprooted from whatever he is doing and transported by elf into it. If he works there the elves will let him actually finish his thought process and come to a stopping spot."

"So it comes down to food again. That bloody child! If he learned to eat properly we wouldn't be having this problem."

"Do you know how many of the students eat three meals a day in the Great Hall?"

"And how many of those students have been on starvation watch? How many have got years of malnourishment to make up for?"

"It's less than half Andrew. More than half of the student population miss eating at least one meal in the Great Hall. They get friends to pick them something up, they go to the kitchens beforehand or later on, they eat food sent from home, whatever. What they don't do is have to explain themselves at every meal. It's a boarding school."

"And Harry's situation is just the same as everyone else's is it? Even with everything that has happened?"

"He's nearly sixteen Andrew and you're still treating him as if he's ten! He had a rough start, and you gave him the love and support that he needed then to get him to where he is now. But you've done such a good job he's overcome that bad start and caught up with his peers."

Flitwick swirled the liquid in his glass, eyeing it in deep thought.

"Do you honestly think that with everything he's been through he'd actually enjoy going hungry now? How many times have you worked late and then come home and not eaten for whatever reason? How would you like it if somebody told you that dinner was at seven regardless of what you were doing? Don't foist on him what you wouldn't be prepared to take on yourself. He comes of age in a little over a year and then you'll only have the influence in his life that he chooses to give, don't make him resent you."

"And when his recovery is set back because of this?"

"What recovery? Jeff cleared him a year ago. If he still wants to prepare his own food, let him, it's a good skill to learn. If something medical should befall him again, then it would be Jeff's problem again. He's his primary healer if you recall. Harry is not about to break from a few missed dinners, and you need to start trusting him to look after himself. He might be powerful but he's still just a teenager. He needs to make mistakes or he'll never learn."

Andrew sighed. Flitwick pinned him with a steely glare.

"In short Andrew, if your reasons are medical then it needs to come from his Healer. If your reasons are pastoral, then you need to contact your ward's Head of House and discuss the problem. Neither way allows you to simply summon a house elf and have them transport a student anywhere without said student's permission. In anyone else's book, that would be kidnap. As soon as the next faculty meeting I intend to table a motion that any and all elf transport is to be reserved exclusively for Maydays - situations which are both immediately life-threatening and require instant action."

The half-goblin finished his whisky with an appreciative lick of the lips.

"Thankyou for the whisky, it was superb."