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"Hello, Mr. Potter," Harry Potter greeted with a high-pitched voice, a petite blonde. "How were the morning races?"
"They were good... Do I know you?" Harry recalled the grandmother's driver as an older man with a paunch and well-groomed mustache, not this familiar-looking charming blonde.
"I hope you remember me, Harry. I gave you your first thrashing on the track," the woman said, and her bright blue eyes sparkled merrily. "Maybe you remember me now?"
Turning to the side, she pulled the tail of her white button-down blouse from her black pants and tied it above her navel. The sight of her smooth stomach and the tied blouse sent shivers down Harry's arms and neck, making him suddenly feel awkward, as if he were still that thirteen-year-old boy. "Daphne?"
"You remember me," her eyes focused on Harry Potter's shoulders, traveling down his length as she licked her lower lip. "Nice to see you all grown up... And damn, you've grown well."
"Thanks," Harry replied, and his cheeks warmed as his embarrassment increased. He wasn't one to easily blush, but the shock of seeing the girl he'd been obsessed with for years suddenly grown up and standing before him with interest in her eyes made his head spin. For a second, an awkward silence hung in the air, and he escaped her knowing gaze by entering the house.
Loud voices came from his stepmother's wing of the house but quieted as the door closed behind him. Harry met Kate in the hallway, and she wiped a frustrated expression from her face when she noticed him.
"I thought you'd be at the races for another hour. Is everything okay?"
"I wanted to go back home and change before heading to the office today. Harry tugged at the tracksuit he had worn to the races. 'I don't feel quite right going to Dad's office for the first time since... well.'
His voice broke, and his grandmother's face creased with sadness. She hugged him tightly, pressing his face against her warm neckline.
'Go get changed; I'll drop you off at the office on the way.'
'Where to?' Harry asked, pulling away from the embrace, feeling a bit uncomfortable as her round figure pressed against him. If he didn't divert his thoughts to the cold engine parts, he'd end up pushing his arousal against her belly, and that would be the last thing either of them wanted, he was sure.
'I have a surprise for you.' Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she let him go and gave his firm backside a playful slap. 'So go ahead and hurry up before your mother drives me crazy enough to drag her out of bed by her hair.'
Harry wanted to ask how his stepmother was doing, but he could tell that it was the last thing she wanted to talk about. Trying to ignore her gaze as he walked to his room, he put on a polo shirt, a pair of jeans, and moccasins. He grabbed his father's laptop, stuffed it into his backpack, and headed downstairs.
Grandma was waiting in the back seat of the Bentley, and Daphne stood by the door, maintaining a professional demeanor as Harry Potter slid into the back seat. However, he couldn't help but sense a hint of amusement in her eyes as she closed the door behind him.
'I assume you'll be taking control of your father's company,' his grandmother said as they drove off, her tone devoid of any question.
'I will,' Harry replied.
Daphne glanced at the rearview mirror, and Harry saw a shared smile between her and his grandmother.
'Good boy,' his grandmother said, patting his knee. 'Your foolish father wouldn't let me invest until everything was buttoned up, but with his departure...' Her voice held emotions, but she pushed through them, reaching over to wipe away a single tear with one hand while keeping her hand on Harry's thigh with the other. 'I took the liberty of having my lawyers scrutinize his last contract. I hope you don't mind.'
'It depends,' Harry replied cautiously. 'What was the contract?'
'You're just like your father,' his grandmother teased. 'Always needing to be in control.'
'I like to know what I'm getting into, both for the company and myself.' Harry felt a twinge of irritation at her attitude, but it dissipated as his grandmother chuckled with amusement.
'Don't take offense. It's a good thing. She shifted to lean against him and whispered in his ear. 'A man should want to be responsible. I always told your father you had a head for business. I'm glad you're putting off college.'
"Really?" Harry asked incredulously.
For her and his mother, it had always been important for him to attend a good school and have a diploma to fall back on.
"You'd do well after Hogwarts, and I'd love to have you nearby, to visit you on weekends, maybe even do your laundry," there was a touch of wistfulness in her tone that made Harry think she had thought about it far more than he had. "But your father had big dreams for Potter Industries, though he never told me exactly what they were. Hermione would do a good job in my son's absence, but the company needs a Potter at the helm."
"Okay," Harry said, unable to hide the frown on his face.
Her words had a strange undertone, and there was a glint of amusement dancing behind her eyes that made him feel there was a deeper meaning he hadn't quite grasped. "What do you know about this merger with the big three?"
"I haven't heard that it's happening... it makes sense considering their debt issues. Where did you hear this from?"
"It doesn't matter," Harry said. "But if it's true, there will be a lot of angry suppliers looking to replace severed contracts."
Grandma looked surprised, and Harry concluded that she must have been telling the truth when she said his father never disclosed his plans. Everything seemed apparent to him, especially when Daphne exited the highway onto the road leading to their house. Next to them, a field of brown grass stretched, surrounded by an old chain-link fence.
"Here it is," Grandma said, turning around and gazing at the field they were passing by. "Three acres of industrial property. I don't know why he wanted this, but the market around London crashed, and we can get it for a song. I'm always on the lookout for new investments, and this caught my eye a few years ago, but your father warned me against it. Then I found out he was secretly negotiating the purchase when the price dropped by thirty percent. Sneaky rascal."
Pride was evident in her voice, but Harry caught the moisture in the corners of her eyes.
"He wanted to build a factory," Harry said. He didn't want to reveal his father's secrets so quickly, but he couldn't help himself, seeing her pain.
"A factory? In London? Hah!" She wiped away a tear that had fallen and couldn't suppress the laughter that bubbled up within her. "That man and his foolish dreams."
"That's true," Harry agreed, picturing the building in his mind. "A grand monument to English ingenuity and mag engineering."
"Surrounded by a century's worth of debris," Grandma said, snapping her fingers and pointing to the rusted cars along the road and the nearby buildings and shops that looked like they had seen better days. "What did he want to build here, anyway?"
"Are you really curious?" Harry asked.
"Of course, I am Harry. If you haven't noticed, I want to help you get started. You could use an advisor who won't rely on your paycheck or try to exploit you and spit you out." Pointing at Daphne, she said, "Walk around the property, and I don't need to remind you of the consequences if anyone finds out about this conversation, right?"
"Of course, ma'am," Daphne replied, and Harry thought she sounded slightly offended, but her eyes didn't show it in the mirror.
"What's the big secret you've been hiding from me for so long? What has you so excited that you can hardly sit still and fidget like you're on edge?"
"I'm not fidgeting," Harry said, but he felt his cheeks warm as he looked down and saw his fingers sliding the leather strap on the door handle back and forth. He shuddered, clenched his hand into a fist, shifted in his seat, and faced the beautiful, older woman.
"The dream is to build and sell an England super broomstick," Harry said, waiting for his grandmother's reaction. Instead of laughing or outright rejecting him, she waited for him to continue. The car came to a stop, and he glanced in the rearview mirror to see Daphne's wide-open eyes.
"Like Nimbus or Firebolts?" She asked Harry.
"Exactly," he nodded, smiling as she shared his excitement. "There's nothing like that on the domestic market right now, and the timing is perfect with the impending merger. There will be suppliers willing to make deals, and if we can secure enough investors to build the factory, Dad has a series of patents and plans ready, so we can start manufacturing right away."
"That's an ambitious plan," Grandma said, nodding. Tapping her lower lip with one long, red nail, she gazed into space, deep in thought. "I understand why you and your father want to keep this a secret for as long as possible, but it's not sustainable."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you have any idea what kind of investment you'll need to launch this operation? Just the distribution alone will be a significant commitment. I suppose you could eliminate the need for dealers by using shipping or even the Internet. Have you thought about seeking investors in other countries?"
"No," Harry admitted, "but I'm open to that option."
"Good," the older woman's thick, red lips curled into a smile as she patted his thigh again. "Daphne, take us to Potter Industries; we'll drop Harry off there. I have a few travel-related matters to attend to. She pulled out her phone and tapped an app. "The plane will be available on Wednesday. We'll leave early, maybe swing by Paris for a little wine tasting before heading home. What do you think? I know a few investors who might be interested in revolutionizing the industry."
"Thank you," Harry said, grasping her hand and feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He had been afraid she would tell him it was a terrible idea; that the English production was dead in the water and would surely fail. But hope filled him as he looked out the window and watched the empty lot, his mind filling with images of what it could look like with shiny cars rolling in from one end.
"You can thank me later." There was something in her tone that made him turn and catch a predatory gleam in her eyes as she scanned him up and down. "I have a few ideas on how to make it work."
Winking at him, she ran a long fingernail along the neckline of her blouse, and his eyes followed the deep shadow between her ample breasts. Harry swallowed hard, and he thought he heard a soft chuckle emanating from the beautiful older woman's throat, but when he looked up, her expression was gentle, and she offered him a warm smile.
"Tell me more about the broom you want to build," he turned and leaned against the backrest. Her face displayed genuine curiosity, though her blouse clung tightly to her chest.
Turning his gaze away from her perfectly enveloped breasts, Harry Potter explained his plans and what he had learned from reading his father's notes. Occasionally, his grandmother would ask a question, and he would turn his gaze away, forgetting and losing his train of thought as he saw her large, round nipples pressing against the silky fabric of her blouse.
Bentley pulled up in front of the two-story office building, and Harry noticed two cars parked in the lot and a single light on in the upstairs office.
"It looks like you have company today," his grandmother remarked with a faint smile, tugging at the corner of her lips. "I'll let you handle them, but Harry, make sure you check on Kate. I worry about her without your father's strong influence to keep her from falling back into old habits."
"I will," Harry said, and before he could open the car door, Daphne pulled it shut behind her.