July 31st

Harry's birthday lunch was a tame affair. Nothing major had been planned due to him only just waking up. The gifts he received varied from people to people.

Queenie had been extremely apologetic to Harry for what happened and gave him a thunderbird quill that apparently was not charmed, but had a unique property. She told him to always keep it at his side and if in grave danger to push his magic through it. She didn't explain anything more, but told him it was an item she had from Newt.

Sirius had given Harry a photo book of the Black Family. To Harry's delight it included photos of his grandparents that the Black family had of the wedding.

Sheda had stated she would be working on his gift during the rest of the summer and eventually she needed to get back into the chamber for some basilisk skin.

The Delacour family gave Harry permanent access to their wards. Apparently a gesture as being recognized as a good family friend/member. A sincerity he did not expect but was glad to receive.

Fleur's gift was the most surprising and Harry argued with her. "Fleur, I told you that I wanted my own. I can't take your first one." He said as he held her blanket. He did like it and truly did want his own. He admired it while they sat where he had talked to Daphne.

Daphne had left after lunch to the apparent joy of Fleur. A point that Harry would talk to Fleur about regardless of what Daphne had said.

Fleur wanted him to have it regardless if she was to make another one. " I know but I couldn't do anything else during your time asleep. I was working on the mirrors and well-" Fleur trailed off not wanting to discuss her mess of emotions. She hated how her confidence went away with him.

Harry knew she didn't have time and was appreciative. He just felt it was too much. Especially since he felt he only knew her for two weeks. Yet, for her it was a month of anguish. Maybe this was her way mentally healing? "Then you didn't need to get me anything. I already enjoy your time."

Fleur smiled but in her eyes Harry could tell she was bitter as she looked at his bracelet from Daphne. He decided right now was better than anytime. "Fleur, what's your issue with Daphne?"

Fleur was caught by surprise. She really couldn't come up with a response that didn't end with admitting she felt a competitor was in the making or making her claim on him. "I have no issue.-"

Harry held up his hand. "Don't lie to me. I also feel you're not focusing on your allure. Daphne after today is truly a good friend to me. She may give me shit for asking you, arguing she would have handled it with you, but I can't stand two friends of mine fighting. I always found it annoying when Ron and Herminoe did it. So what's the issue? I was going to invite you both to the Quidditch World Cup with me."

Fleur looked conflicted and bit her lip, but his comment on Daphne getting mad at him meant the girl knew or had an idea.

What did that mean? Did she plan to out maneuver her? Or was there something else? Maybe she should talk to her? She decided to play that game. "I will stop myself at your request. It seems Daphne wants to talk to me. I ask you to allow us girls time to try to work it out before I say something. How does that sound?"

Harry sighed. "Darn girl code or whatever. She said the same thing today about you and even with Herminoe. Death of me I swear."

Harry looked lost in thought. "Fine. I don't want anything snippy. So about your Allure?"

Fleur looked ashamed. It felt wrong especially after she saw the interaction between Daphne and Harry. A part of her felt like she was causing Harry to cheat, but his comment about Daphne being a good friend gave her some hope. "I don't want anyone to think I am trying to do anything."

Harry knew he was asking her to go against her culture. Yet, a shelfish part of him enjoyed it. Maybe it would be the closest there relationship could be. "What did I say earlier?"

Fleur smiled unsure if she could say what he told her. The fact this request was coming from a wizard that made her feel self conscious did not help. "It's you and me. Who cares what others think."

Harry felt her Allure naturally grab onto him. 'Naturally.' There was nothing natural about it he thought, but maybe there was something for him with Fleur. He suppressed the idea much to his own displeasure. She was older and wanted something clearly different from him. His feelings went against his rational brain and wondered that maybe in time-?

Break break break

Sheda felt a breakthrough nearing, two months of research had her feeling close. The obscurial had been a dead end and it made her feel she would fail Harry. To remove an obscurial seemed theoretically impossible, it was tied to something else in a wizard, maybe they're magic? With the revelation that it wasn't an obscurial and Harry's blood was fighting a manifestation of Voldemort led her to new avenues of information.

The first being ritual magic. A curse was not potent enough to do what was happening to Harry and he never owned an artifact. Although an interesting thought of a living artifact popped into her head. Sheda decided she would look into that idea herself.

Furthermore, with the new resources provided by Queenie Sheda felt empowered to study more obscure ideas. She narrowed her research and by command of Queenie had been given two teams; one currently in Latin America and one ready to be deployed. She ordered the Latin American team to continue their research on indigenous rituals regarding death and poltergeists. Although she did know a serviceable amount, she noted the area's high level of 'possessions' that required shamans to commit 'exorcisms.' Maybe something similar could be used to remove the entity of Voldemort in Harry.

One issue that presented itself was that Sheda would have to be certain of the ritual used and what was the conduit. Soul magic was the best lead but she couldn't do a reverse ritual unless she knew what state it was in. The 2nd group would be deployed to Egypt and Northern Africa.

The goal? Review the ruins of Alexander's empire, the carthage empire, and the Roman Empire. Grindelwald reported that Voldemort had spent his first few years after Hogwarts wiping the European continent clean of anything related to soul magic. Maybe Harry shared similarities with what Voldemort hid? Regardless, she made up her mind. Soul magic was the best lead and she needed everything on it.

Sheda's thoughts were interrupted as Harry came into the guest room she had been staying in. "Hi Sheda. Any updates?"

Sheda turned to him as she finished fastening the letter for the Egyptian team on Hedwig. She had flown to the Delacour home within days of Harry going into a coma. "Well Queenie and Grindelwald's information has been invaluable. I bitterly would admit that it accelerated the research, even with the high price. I estimate with my own findings they probably saved me about a year of research. I also realized that in the best case scenario I would have been stuck on the obscurial possibility. The same could be said for Dumbledore also." Sheda knew the high cost of what they did and although as a scientist she had paid high prices before; this was the highest price with the death count. Yet, it didn't feel that high. Why?

A small part of her had begun to admit that Harry was becoming too important for her to care about the price. "What Grindelwald and Queenie did, regardless of the outcome, did prove you are not an obscurial. Also, the 10 years or so of scouring Europe proves Tom did do something as well with soul magic. Every movement that Grindelwald was able to trace; shows a man who purposefully went places and destroyed knowledge of soul magic."

Sheda knew that Tom had played with the foulest of magics but it was becoming quite clear that no one compared to the man in recent memory. "Families associated with soul magic, libraries raided, questionable shops destroyed, and areas of corrupted magic even further tainted. Albani is of particular interest. Something happened there a couple of months ago that has many governments, families, and organizations poking their noses into the region. A magical disturbance unlike any other was detected. Queenie's team has been poking, but something or someone committed a strong magical act."

Harry was thinking but kept to himself as Sheda began to look through her papers. "Sheda. Thank you for doing all this."

She looked at him and smiled. " Do you want to talk?"

Harry looked lost and unsure of what to say. He felt numb after waking up and felt no one could understand. After so many adventures, for whatever reason this one felt different. "I don't know. I am just tired. I wake up and it's a month and so much has happened. ICW people following us, maybe some actual Tom followers. People have changed and interacted with others without me. Even talking to Queenie is a whirlwind. She is so nice and easy going and to me it was just yesterday she manipulated me and caused me an experience that—. I can't fault her fully—but It's—" Harry kept stopping himself unsure what he felt. "It was Dumbledore and Grindelwald who planned and wanted what happened."

Harry stopped and with a deep breath continued. "Honestly, I am surprised that my anger is not getting the best of me. It's been a hard day. I kinda want privacy to just disappear and think. I am gonna lay down if it's okay?" Sheda nodded and pointed to her bed.

As Harry laid down in her bed, he caught the scent of lilies and quickly fell asleep.

Sheda did want to ask why he felt comfortable not wearing his robe but she remembered she needed to modify it. Sleep charms needed to be included. Lack of sleep was getting to him before they went on the trip. Fleur's allure was seemingly able to help him. Was that why he didn't wear it? Sheda saw Fleur in the room next to hers. She wondered if the witch's Allure was still focused.

Although Sheda knew Harry was immune she still did not like the idea of the witch focusing it. Her own knowledge of customs came out in defense of him, but she also wondered what the witch was going to do regarding her feelings. Would she string him along? Sheda closed her door and decided to let him sleep.

Sheda began to look through a few books she had Kreecher give her from the Black library. Her thoughts of Fleur turned back to the Allure. "The else could it do?" She began to wonder as she sat down to read and looked at Harry sleeping.

Sheda also wondered how much a teenage mind could take before it became too much. It was clearly taking a toll on his mind. Maybe he would be able to enjoy his little summer left.

Break break break (August 2nd)

"Hi Queenie. Sheda told me that you wanted to see me? " Harry questioned as he walked up to Queenie who was sitting outside the guest House

Queenie nodded, catching his exhausted look. "How are you? I know you have been sleeping a lot. Mind you not in your own room so I suppose you don't want to be left alone?"

Harry was sleeping in Sheda's room and napping a lot throughout the day. Although he hated it and was semi-embarrassed, he didn't care. He didn't want to stay awake, but inversely he wanted to do everything. His hands kept trembling as a result he felt. He hadn't talked to anyone about it and although Sheda seemed to know. She seemed content to keep an eye on him.

Fleur spent time with Harry but took many opportunities to work on the mirrors while he napped. She stated it was a real headache as the different magic styles and signatures made it difficult to discern what worked and what didn't. Interestingly enough Fleur had become rather timid.

Harry noticed she blushed frequently now and agreed with him on everything. A far cry of how she acted back in Numengard. Harry didn't like it but didn't know how to bring it up without bringing up his feelings.

Harry refocused on the question Queenie asked. "Just tired. I kind of don't want to stay awake."

Queenie looked Harry in the eyes which unnerved him. Although he felt she never used legilimency on him anymore he felt still uncomfortable that she would.

Queenie picked up on his uncomfortableness."I am not reading your mind. I know you're lying to me. What's the real issue Harry?"

Harry was confused. He truly did feel tired. Almost as if it hurt to stay awake. Yet, the word stuck in his head. ' "It hurts to stay awake?"

Queenie stood up. "Come with me to the meadow." Harry yawned as he followed her.

Once in the meadow Queenie told him to stop and moved across him. Harry realized Sybil and Alexandra had sat down to look at them. He then noticed Queenie looked at him and took a dueling pose. To his surprise she casted at him, the rainbow light coming at him, legilimus. He dodged and knew she wanted to duel. He summoned a lawn chair and let it absorb the next rainbow spell. She kept casting at him and he kept dodging, but his magic began to flare. Queenie spoke to him as she kept sending spells his way. "You're frustrated. What's the issue?"

Harry didn't say anything but to his surprise she quickened her pace and she started sending spells at him like the day of the enchantment. The speed no longer allowed him to dodge as he started shielding. He was becoming increasingly aggressive as his magic began to flare. "I hate the feelings I am having."

Suddenly his spells became more intense and they began screaming and ripping at the dirt. Their dance became a destructive force. His magic was becoming unstable and he wondered to what degree had the extra venom accelerated the process of damaging his magic.

Queenie sent a cutting curse to Harry's leg and although it caught him she noticed it barely did anything. Yet, to her worry, he didn't register it. She wondered what he had done to his body, but would let it be, he had secrets. If he wanted, he could talk about them, but the real problem was he had issues mentally that were manifesting physically. The boy had no self preservation anymore. He was self sabotaging.

Suddenly Queenie began beating Harry spells away much to his anger as she started walking towards him. Her experience clearly being shown to the younger wizard as each spell was sent in another direction. It highlighted how their previous duel had just been a game to her.

Finally within arms reach she quickly grabbed Harry by the throat before he could dodge her.

It caught Harry by surprise since according to his history classes many wizards and witches never physically fought. He didn't look to fight back and truthfully he didn't care that he lost.

Queenie sensed his indifference. "You're anxious. Aren't you? Why? A sense of more to do more? You want to self sabotage. "

Harry tried to look down. "Why do you care? Half of what I feel is because of you." Harry angrily said through gritted teeth. He was angry that he could be read so easily. Was she reading his mind still?

Queenie looked at him. "Then do something about it? Come on. Use your magic. If I disrespected you then act right now."

Harry looked at her, his wand in his hand and then her hand on his throat. "No. I would have never gone with you or even cared to meet Grindelwald. We learned a lot regardless. It was Dumbledore's and Grindelwald's plan anywa-'' Queenie choked him slightly as Fleur and Sheda came out. Sheda tried to step up, but Alexandra who had gotten them in case Harry did go unstable, stopped her. Queenie held him in place, her hand still gripping his throat

Harry could see frustration and to his surprise guilt in her face. Queenie stared at him. "No. You will stand on your own ground. If you have an issue with me, say it. Don't make anyone hide behind another person's actions. Everyone and I mean everyone acts alone even if they follow someone. Do you understand me? Nobody only follows orders. They follow them because they believe in them. So again. Do you have a problem with me?"

Harry looked at her in a contemplative manner. "What you did is necessary. I feel guilty but I don't hate you. Nor do I feel disrespected by you Queenie."

Queenie looked at him. She stared into his eyes. "Why?"

Harry looked at Queenie; staring into her green eyes not too dissimilar to his, just lighter. He realized she wasn't reading his mind, but shared the same feelings as him. "I think it's because you are a good person even with your past. You may be a Dark lady. You may have purposefully come into my mind. You may have brought a whole nation down on its knees, but you care. I can see it right now. Your eyes. They don't hide your guilt. They show struggle. I relate to it, I think."

Queenie let go of Harry's throat as he messaged it. Queenie continued to look at him.

In his statement Harry realized why It felt awful to stay awake and why sleep was not fulfilling. He was struggling because he wanted to do something. He felt angry that he was doing nothing worthwhile while so much was being done around him.

Queenie looked up at him. "Alexandra you will train with Harry. He has an affinity to most magics. I want him to be able to use battle transfiguration. It's clear he likes to summon items around him to fight. Teach him on how to conjure and the relevant spells. Don't worry about theory."

Alexandra nodded and Sheda was frustrated but seeing that Harry was fine let it be. Harry finally opened up regarding his issues. A tad heavy handed, but it was clear he may need it. She shook her head and went back indoors.

Fleur realized that she hadn't caught on to his feelings. Maybe she needed to be more aware? She began to wonder how she could get him to open up more. It was clear he needed to be pushed to open up, but to such an extreme degree showed he bottled up alot. More than she expected, she decided to stay outside and watch whatever training started.

Queenie and Harry stared at each other. She spoke up. "So you are struggling? Well start training. Become something more than those two old men and stop moping around in anxious energy. Not saying to ignore the feelings but act and look to release it. It's toxic if you bottle those feelings in."

Queenie wondered how one so young could begin to feel what she felt when she was in her 30s. "They are feelings that build in you when you experience high stress moments. A flight or fight response that doesn't go away. It makes you tired and unable to properly think. It will build in you as you get older."

Harry was relieved he was right. He was also relieved that someone understood him but he was also slightly concerned. "Build in me?"

Queenie smiled sadly at him as she walked up and casted healing charms on his neck so they wouldn't bruise. Harry was surprised, but remembered his last statement. She did feel guilty.

Queenie spoke in her quiet dreamy tone. "The more experiences you have, the harder it will be to rest and have a sense of balance. It's something that comes with War. A sort of mental state of feeling that you are not doing something of worth. It doesn't stop. It grows and grows until you no longer want to stop. Rest is no longer possible. It can manifest in different ways. Trembling, bad memories, nightmares, and finally reliving those times via a psychosis break. War becomes the only place you feel you belong."

Harry realized at that moment maybe Queenie was the result of that feeling. A witch so powerful in the mind arts she had been turned into a weapon by Grindelwald and then MACUSA. What was stopping her from leaving and going into hiding? Maybe it was the anxious feeling of having done all this for close to 80 years.

Harry looked at Queenie in the eyes again and felt those 80 years of feelings go right across them. Maybe she could no longer rest, a feeling he now knew he shared with her.

Break break break (August 7)

It had been one full week now since Harry woke up. In that time he had been training under Alexandra at the behest of Queenie. Although he still had a rocky relationship with Queenie, she had quickly become a person he understood.

Two people lived within the women. A hard boiled director in charge of what he figured was one of my secretive and powerful organizations outside of ICW and a grandma who yearned for a simple life. Although he hated to what degree she had spied on him and many other individuals. Harry felt their relationship was on the up and he now understood her role in all of this.

Harry breathed in as he brought himself back to what he was doing. He was on his back in the scarred backyard of the Delacours, feeling the slight effects of the crucio. He would need to pay the Delacours for the damages he thought as he looked at the holes and valleys they had created.

Alexandra was something else. He could see how she became the right hand of Queenie. The girl was quick and deadly. Spells came at a blistering speed and there were so many. She taught him everything she used with a practice dummy. To his horror he figured out how to cast many spells such as the organ liquifying curse, the internal explosion curse, and worst of all, two of the unspeakables. The crucio curse and the Imperius curse.

Harry learned an interesting idea behind the two, they were not dark arts, like ritual magic, but a form of corruption. Magical corruption that was addictive and led you to commit worse horrors in magic. In time the usage of the spells could cause you mental damage. In some ways it was baby's first dark art. It didn't guarantee a dark wizard but it guaranteed a wizard who had or could have problematic tendencies.

The imperius curse for example gave you pleasure as you successfully used it. The crucio curse needed you to enjoy the pain you wanted your victim to feel. In many ways you needed to mean it.

Alexandra, in turn, with his approval, had unsuccessfully casted the crucio spell on him. Although the pain was intense, he was able to shake it off. "I can't do it Harry. Although I can cast it. It is a pale imitation of a true crucio curse. You feel the pain but it's nothing more than an annoyance compared to what Death eaters would give you." Alexandra prided herself on being able to cast anything but she understood those limits. It's why the unspeakable curses were unspeakable, not because they were tough to protect against. Rather it was because they ate at your very being.

Harry nodded as he got up still feeling the after effects. Another by-product. The curses left a trace. A trace of dark magic that your body's ambient magic in time would work through. "It's no problem. Thanks for even doing it. I know we have been debating about it for a few days but thanks. So two for two. We know what happens with the killing curse."

Alexandra smiled. Harry was an oddity able to fight the imperius curse and not go under its effects. A shock to the two of them. It was also clear he could fight the after effects of the crucio curse. Harry looked at her. "So you will be joining Fleur and I at Hogwarts?"

Alexandra nodded. "Correct, Sybil will be staying with Queenie. They are traveling to Albania today. I will be going with you to Hogwarts, but on my own for a while before; gonna be digging around. I will be staying in Hogsmeade so we can continue to train if you like. You have picked up on a lot of spells easily. Please don't use an implosion curse on a student please? I trust you will be able to pick up battle transfiguration easily."

Harry had hoped to start battle transfiguration the past week but Alexandra argued it was best to increase his spell knowledge first. It made sense to focus on his spells and dueling skills rather than a complex subject then have a break. Based on Queenie's opinion, Alexadra would be at Hogwarts the full year.

Harry would also start learning from Queenie in the mind arts depending on time. The only question now was when would Dumbledore show his face. Harry was supposed to train under the man one day according to Queenie but it seemed he was avoiding him.

Harry wanted to talk to Dumbledore and ask him about the prophecy. Just lay bare what had happened and answer some questions. To his anger and somewhat frustration Dumbledore had not come to see him. The new DADA professor had been rather problematic to contact in these past few weeks.

Harry felt it was an excuse to not see him but he couldn't dwell on it anymore. He had to pack up for the World Cup.

Break break break (August 7th)

Harry had packed everything and was seated in Sheda's room as she finished packing. He was ready to head out with Sheda and Fleur to hopefully enjoy a few weeks of Quidditch along with Daphne. A part of him wondered if it was even worth going. Maybe he should keep training? He shook his head.

Queenie had stomped that idea out when he first brought it up yesterday. He was to enjoy some of his time off and relax. A focus on the issues of life would only see him become a paranoid mess who never made time to enjoy anything. A statement that was reinforced by Sirius and Sheda.

Sheda saw Harry thinking, his improved robe sitting folded next to him waiting for him to put it on. The new runes had been added to allow him to sleep in it.

Harry looked at the robe with contempt on its meaning. What was before a symbol of his past and a testament of him accepting it. Now it symbolized the struggle of what was to come. He had yet to wear it since he woke up. He figured he would have to once they left. It glowed at his touch very faintly. His musing was cut off by Sheda talking to him. "Harry. Relaxing is not a sin. You are wrong to think you can't enjoy your time. What did I tell you? I will help you. You don't need to carry the world on your shoulders."

Harry hearing Sheda talk closed his eyes and moved his head back. He was trying to control his emotions. She was right. It was what he had wished for when he hugged her and cried in her arms. He wanted that. "Fine. Only if you tell me what's happening."

Sheda smiled and nodded. "I will try to pass information along as I think you need it.

You can of course ask me, but I will tell everyone to come to me first okay?"

Harry was surprised to find no relief in her comments. He knew more was needed. Reports and Sheda truly taking the helm. No one would allow it unfortunately. She wasn't a Lord or Lady of his stature or whatever people would say.

The stress began to overcome Harry. He put the robe on and felt the magic stop his thoughts. The last dark thought being what if she did take over? What would happen to her? He didn't allow his mind to wander to those what ifs.

A new fear was developing and one that caused Tom to chuckle very faintly. He had taken to studying the people around Harry since the incident. He now knew that he needed a new plan. He would need to take over the body much sooner.

Sheda noticed Harry's stress but decided not to ask about it. He was thinking of something that he didn't like, that much was clear. Harry closing his eyes and gripping the robe proved it was a serious problem.

Sheda just hoped he would talk about it and didn't need another threatening message from Queenie or anyone else.

Break break break

Sirius was going to be smuggled back into London by Alexandra. Although Harry appreciated Sirius risking getting caught for him. He did argue that he shouldn't do it again. Sirius being free was much more valuable to him. A sentiment both shared as they parted ways.

After an international portkey and one portkey later. Fleur, Harry and Sheda appeared at the 'small' Greengrass manor where they would be staying for the night. Tomorrow morning they would be heading out to the fields that would open for the Quidditch World Cup.

Harry was surprised when Daphne offered to host them for a night. Apparently her mother was curious to meet him. A fact that confused Daphne. Mainly because her mother never cared or showed interest in anyone outside her family.

Looking at the manor Harry saw Fleur become bitter. It was clear she was bitter and impressed that the manor was considered "small." Daphne opened the main gate and led them in. "Hi everyone. Welcome to Greengrass Manor II. This one was made by an ancestor of mine as a gift to the portion of the family that elevated our house to an Ancient and most Noble House."

Daphne pointed to some things outside as they walked to the grand door, but was surprised by Fleur asking her a question in a neutral tone. "This is not the main Manor? What makes it different from the original one?"

Daphne didn't detect any malice and wondered what was up with the girl. "Nope, not the main manor. We have about 4 properties that could be considered Manors. 2 here in Magical Britain, 1 summer home in France and 1 in the tropics. Nothing major. All designed in a similar way. The properties location is the main difference. We are closer to Scotland here, the main one is closer to London." Daphne finished as they made it to the doorway. The door opened to reveal Daphne's mother, Ophelia Greengrass.

Fleur noted where Daphne got her looks. Ophelia was an extremely beautiful witch with some Spanish characteristics. Her skin was fair, but it's clear that it could tan. Her face had an angular Spanish nobility quality that she recognized from the higher magical lords and ladies of Spain when she visited her Grandma. She was also tall, with the right amount of proportions in areas men would die for. Fleur wasn't self conscious, but if Daphne grew up to be even a fraction of her mother. She couldn't finish the thought.

Fleur was confused though with one characteristic. Ophelia didn't have silver Hair. It was black, beautiful in its own way, but it didn't make sense. Although she hated what her mother had said about Daphne regarding possible Veela ancestry; it did make sense. Daphne's hair, on closer inspection, was not just a silver blonde but the closest she had seen a witch have to her own Veela magical hair. It was only missing some of the magical lustrous beauty and of course the influence of the Allure.

Fleur, as a result, bitterly admitted the girl had a Veela ancestor, but now she was confused. Veela traits only passed through females, not male. Even if it had been diluted over the years it would still be female. Males born into the line would be handsome, but they could never pass on traits; especially the hair. Maybe Daphne was a bastard? Although her mom having spanish ancestry pointed to it being possible that she had Veela ancestors. The coven spread across the French and Spanish border.

They all greeted each other, but Ophelia's eyes clearly rested on Harry's. "Lord Potter. I never expected to have such a Lord in my home. Truly a pleasure to bestow House Greengrass such an honor. Especially a portion of the home that is not the main line. Even within our ranks you are a step higher." Ophelia started with a formal tone. Harry bristled at it but it was expected.

Ophelia continued. " I am pleased my daughter has made such an acquaintance and I hope she has not been anything but respectful to the Noble and Ancient House of Potter. Let me know if you need anything."

Ophelia stopped and noticed Harry was glad it was over. She broke the character much to Harry's surprise. "Hello Lord Potter. My name is Ophelia. Sorry for all the respectful talk. Although I am a Lady, the main line would be offended if I did not greet you in such a way. Please do not hesitate to abandon formalities while you are with my daughter and I. The house is large but it is only the two of us. Okay?"

Harry was relieved he wouldn't have to walk on eggshells. He smiled. "It's Harry then or Potter like Daphne called me when I first met her."

Ophelia nodded and smiled. Daphne was calling him by first name. She didn't do that for most. "Harry it is. Please come in. Dinner will be served in a few, but Daphne can show you around the grounds. Lord Potter, is it fine if I talk to you?"

Harry knew based on the tone of the request that it was an invitation for formal talk.

Daphne was curious what her mom wanted to talk about with Harry but she decided she would ask him later.

Sheda looked curious as well but knew Harry could handle himself.

Fleur on the other hand didn't understand why Lady Greengrass would want unless to ask the intentions he had for her daughter. She decided to be guided by Daphne to look at what she could admit was beautiful manor.

Break break break

Harry walked into the Lord's study and observed it. It was a beautiful office with a fireplace/flo, massive desk and a book shelf lining the walls. He turned around as Lady Greengrass entered. He noted that she was beautiful, but compared to Fleur she was nothing. "Compared?" He whispered.

Harry shook his head slightly as Ophelia began to speak. "So Lord Potter. I requested you come because it seems my daughter has made her choice. A choice I support. A choice that makes things complicated."

Ophelia walked over to the desk. A singular pocket watch laid on the table . Harry heard her whisper to herself, catching 'If only you were here.'

Harry assumed Ophelia was talking about her Husband and Daphne's father. His thoughts were interpreted by Ophelia asking him a question. "Lord Potter, what do you know of my family?"

Harry responded. "You married into the family. You're from a Spanish noble house and a half blood? Squib and a muggle born parent? You married the youngest brother of the two male Greengrasses. Cygnus Greengrass. Daphne's father. Silvan Greengrass is her uncle and Elena Greengrass is her aunt. They have one daughter a year younger than us. Astoria Greengrass."

Ophelia nodded, she kept looking at the pocket watch. "Daphne told you I suppose? And yes I am half blood. My mother was a squib, but was still considered a pureblood. "

Harry nodded in confirmation and clarification. "I also recently learned that Daphne is not in line for Heirships."

Ophelia further nodded. "Does that complicate things?"

Harry felt he understood what she meant. "I do not have any intentions like that for Daphne."

Ophelia turned around, catching no wayward eyes from the young teen. She was impressed. Older men had failed, but he did have a Veela in his circle. "I have to let you know Silvan is an idiot of a man. He will come looking for answers once Daphne reveals her friendship to you. Silvan is difficult to say the least."

Harry didn't understand but figured the issue was regarding that the Greengrass was a politically motivated House. A fence sitting house that was rumored to have supported both sides of the civil war.

Ophelia looked at him."Silvan will want answers, reassurances and information, but he is compromised. I believe he is already being manipulated as it is. Knowing how noble the House of Potter is, I humbly ask a favor?"

Harry was surprised. It was clear Ophelia hated her brother in law. But what could he do? "Of course. If it's regarding Daphne and within reason, but I am unsure how I can help."

Ophelia smiled as she began to walk around him. "Silvan will bring ruin to this House. My father in law knew it. He hoped to be able to pass the heirship to Cygnus but was unsuccessful. A consolidation was made by Daphne's Grandfather. This manor, by magical contract, will stay with my husband's line. The exact wording being that regardless of whatever occurs my husband's line or children will always have a manor by direct relation. Nothing can take that away."

Harry looked confused, not really understanding how this related to him. His eyes followed her as she circled him. A tad unnerved by her confidence, but also slightly turned on. 'Stupid hormones' Harry thought as he paid attention to what she said. "The Greengrass family is a complicated one Lord Potter. It has many secrets but one is of the most importance to the family. Although I cannot say it, do know that it guarantees an unstable House."

Ophelia then stopped walking as she looked at him. "Parents will do anything for their children. In this case, I ask that if one day you receive notice or Daphne comes to you looking for asylum, that you give it. It will put you in a blood feud with the current Lord of the house but in return I am willing to offer this manor."

Harry was speechless. Was she offering her daughter in place of the manor? Harry was confused and his face must have shown it.

Ophelia understood the confusion of why she came to him. "I never expected Daphne to become friends with a Lord of your level. In many ways it's a blessing. I never wanted to do this but it seemed the easiest compared to what I wanted to do. I was planning to sell the manor and use the money and flee to my family in Spain. Unfortunately it would mean waiting for Daphne to reach her majority to approve the sale. Asylum is much more complicated, but I need this done quickly. In turn when Daphne comes to you, you will accept and the contract will be fulfilled.

Harry was shocked. Ophelia ignored it. "I am quickly realizing that it is no longer possible to wait. Many unsavory lord families are stirring. I have heard from other ladies that pieces are being moved. Husbands are moving money and things are becoming tense. Ladies who use pleasure for business have begun reporting that men have stopped going to brothels and clients have stopped contacting. Men seeking no sex is always a problem. It means they have become stressed. Truly something is happening. I don't know what, but something is happening. Take this information as a form of trust."

Ophelia hoped that Harry was like his previous family. Noble individuals. She wasn't sure what she would do if he denied her. "Daphne will be asked to spy on you or risk being kicked from the House. Of that I am certain. Silvan is a stupid man and will try to use her to gain prestige. His daughter would never be asked to do this, but my daughter. My daughter is an asset. An asset that tomorrow will have more value than any gold in our vaults. I will more than likely be kicked from the House for my refusal to create and offer a marriage contract to you or anyone. The problem is that Daphne, as a Lady Greengrass, has no defense and her guardianship will fall to her Uncle. I do not want to see my daughter carted off like a pig."

Harry now understood. Ophelia was becoming desperate. This meeting in turn had been a part of that desperation. He then realized that the information needed to be explored. Alexandra had told him to reach out with any information with a corporeal patronus message. An aspect of the spell that she taught him.

Harry pulled his wand out and non verbally summoned his patronus. Ophelia was shocked with the nonverbal display of high level magic. "Go to Alexandra. Alexandra. Some information for you. Ladies who use pleasure for business are reporting a downturn in cliental and many ladies of Magical Britain are reporting money being moved around. Just a thought for you to know and pass on." The thestral looked at him and then bolted away. Ophelia was still stunned.

Harry looked at her. " You mentioned a contract. Do you have it already? I can sign it today to give you peace." Ophelia collected herself and nodded. Pointing at a contract on the table. He walked over and reviewed it. Grabbing a quil he edited it. Ophelia walked over and smiled. "History understates how noble The House of Potter truly is."

Harry smiled. He had scratched out the manor being transferred over. He only agreed to give Daphne asylum with the knowledge that it would put him in a blood feud with the current Lord of House Greengrass. The manor was to stay in her name.

Harry sighed. He had no choice in some ways, but he would do it. Maybe it would never happen? Maybe Silvan would look to run, but Ophelia's attitude showed an understanding that she knew her Brother in Law.

Ophelia stopped him as they were about to leave. "I request that you do not tell Daphne any of this. I will tell her myself. I truly never want to use it, but Cygnus always told me to prepare for the worse."

Harry could understand the want to prepare. "I would have researched it myself if she had told me what would happen."

Ophelia smiled sadly. "She would have never told you. It's why I never told her of this. I became excited at the idea of you two being friends when she came home this summer. When she wanted to spend time with you this summer, it showed me that she cared for you. It gave me hope that you would be willing to do this or at least think about it."

Harry was surprised that she knew. "What gave it away that she spent time with me?"

Ophelia smiled with a smirk. "You just confirmed it."

Harry then chuckled. Truly Daphne's mother. "I know our houses are not in a formal alliance, but a display of trust. I was bedridden for a month following the Nurmengard enchantment. She wanted to be at my bedside. I was only able to fully move around just one week ago. So she spent most of her time genuinely studying."

Ophelia was shocked by the display of trust, but was relieved. Relieved knowing that whatever happened her daughter would have a chance at a good life. Lord Potter would guarantee she would not be beholden to anyone. The only question now being would Daphne be able to cure the family curse to truly live her own life?

Break break break

Daphne saw Harry and her mum come back. Although they were chatting she could tell her mom was not as stressed anymore. Harry had done something and she needed to know what.

As everyone chit chatted before dinner she was able to corner Harry in the kitchen. "So Harry, what did you and my mum talk about?"

Harry didn't even look at her. "Something regarding a marriage contract. Unfortunately we couldn't agree on certain details; mainly the number of kids so it got shelved."

Daphne turned beat red. She stuttered and tried to respond before Harry broke out laughing holding his side.

Daphne was horrified that she had fallen for it. Harry had told her that he had been studying house etiquette and customs, but to come up with such a crass joke? She didn't even consider the idea on the table. Her stutter and voice being caught was the inability to rationalize how she could accept it.

Harry finally collected himself, noticing that Daphne was now glaring. "I am kidding Daphne. Your mum and I had a conversation. She wants my confidence so let's leave it like that. Nothing of importance for now."

Daphne grabbed a wooden paddle and smacked him on the arm. "You do that again. I will cut you with a knife. Magical skin may make you resistant to magic but I can guarantee pain via other means." Harry paled.

Daphne continued. "I will leave it be then. I trust my mother. You best watch yourself. I am not letting the joke slide."

Fleur came into the kitchen and whispered to Harry. Daphne wasn't surprised, it was still clear the witch didn't want to talk to her. Harry looked at Fleur and nodded as he left. Leaving the two witches together.

Daphne was surprised Fleur wanted to talk to her alone. Yet, it was clear the witches could end up being silent the whole night as no one talked.

Fleur finally broke the stalemate. "Do you have a place we can talk?" Daphne nodded and led the witch to her room. Fleur closed the door and charmed it for privacy. "Arry said you had an idea of the issues of mine and that he wanted you and I to figure it out. He admitted that we are both growing to be important to him and he doesn't want us to fight."

Daphne nodded and replied in a snarky way while glaring at the door. "So Harry told you and probably asked you to stop being a bitch to me?" Fleur flinched slightly at the attitude but nodded.

Daphne huffed. "Honestly, I am more frustrated that he talked to you about it. He didn't even give me the chance to talk to you. Boys. Not one ounce of subtlety and all about finding solutions. Emotions don't care about solutions and in our world every witch is a unique mess of problems. Right?" Daphne finished and got off her soap box. It was clear Fleur wanted to talk.

"Care to sit?" Daphne pointed at her desk she had in the room. Fleur sat down while Daphne sat on her trunk. "So why do you hate me if I may ask? Actually, no. I know you don't hate me. You're jealous of me."

Fleur looked down a part of her feeling super self conscious. The Veela part of her hated it.

Daphne saw the internal battle and got up to look through her bookshelf. Hidden behind a few books was a bottle of fire whiskey. One she had taken from her fathers study in an episode of extreme grief over winter break. She grabbed the glass she had and poured a glass for Fleur. "Here. The stupid boy ruined your confidence?"

Fleur was shocked. The girl could read her also? Fleur grabbed the glass and downed it with one gulp burping some fire. "Stupid that you could read me also."

Daphne smirked. "I can't but you just confirmed it."

Fleur shook her head. "Arry mentioned you did that a lot." Fleur threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. "Qui. He has ruined my confidence in every way possible and honestly it's for the better. If you can believe it, I was becoming a bigger bitch." Fleur motioned to the bottle and Daphne served her more and handed her the bottle.

Fleur grabbed the bottle and took a swing. She burped a small fire but caught it with her hand twirling the fire.

Daphne commented. "He is an oddity. He doesn't really make sense. He is lazy, but not? He is caring, but vindictive? He is caring for his family, and that includes friends? He is rich, but humble? He has power, but hates it? He is willing to use his power, but only if you ask? None of it makes sense. I tried to understand him in the one month I spent time with him."

Fleur agreed with a nod as she stared at her fire. Ever since her first transformation her fire abilities had become easier to use much to her surprise.

Daphne sighed unsure how much to share with the witch. She decided to offer an olive branch. "I went from not talking to anyone to opening up to Harry and yearning to spend time with him. He has a quality. My mom mentioned people like that exist when I asked her about him. A sense of leadership while being around them. It just oozes confidence towards others. I never felt more confident in speaking my mind when I was by his side. I look up to him and in reality I don't even know him for that long."

Fleur smirked. "You can say that again. I agree with you. In one week he changed my life. He ruined every single bitter aspect of my beliefs regarding your kind and he was somehow more patient."

Daphne chuckled. "His patience and willingness to forgive is astounding. I actually had to drill into him some form of moral code. I personally felt that he shouldn't give it so easily, mainly with his old friends. What do you mean changed your life? If you don't mind me asking."

Fleur nodded and decided to recount the night in Vienna to Daphne and the week following. Although personal, she left out most of her family interactions and the more personal thoughts she had. She did focus on her own failures, misgivings and the perspectives Harry offered.

Daphne looked at the witch with new eyes. She now understood where Fleur came from and what Harry saw in the witch. She was a victim of their world. A world of rich, powerful, and prejudiced people who could do anything they wanted. Fleur would suffer at those hands if her father continued his path but unknowingly she had already sabotaged her fathers own aspirations. "So I suppose you figured what would happen to you?"

Fleur nodded as she finished her glass and looked at the bottle of fire whiskey she couldn't drink more without starting to get drunk. "Qui. It's obvious. I would have been humbled at some point. It probably would have happened when my papa announced his retirement. Knowing him, he would have done it at our New Years celebration. I would have then come back to Hogwarts deflated."

Fleur wondered how her life would be different. Maybe it would have been easier? "I am not saying I wouldn't have been prideful, but maybe goals would have changed? I always cared about Gabi and my family. It probably would guarantee I would become a cursebreaker or something similar. "

Daphne looked in thought. "This doesn't explain why you hate me besides basic poor vs rich or human vs. Veela. I honestly could care less that you're a Veela or not on my "level" per say. It's clear you're powerful, older and could wipe the floor with me."

Fleur smirked with some anger. "You have the money and the prestige to wipe the floor with me and my family afterwards."

Daphne conceded the point. "But?"

Fleur sighed and decided to just tell her. Liquid courage helped her. "I have developed a crush on Arry. I felt and feel you are a threat. The only reason I agreed to have this conversation is my saving grace. Arry stated he sees you as a friend."

Daphne looked at her in confusion. "You really let Arry wreck your confidence that bad? Fleur that is not him destroying your prejudices and humbling you. You have allowed it to eat so much more."

Fleur was caught on the back step. The girl was more worried about her ego rather than the belief she had a crush? "Do you not care about what I said about a crush?"

Daphne brushed it aside. " Yeah. Yeah. A crush. Big whoop. The boy who lived has a fan club at school that meets weekly. I figure he doesn't even know about it considering he spends most of his time alone or on some adventure. Fleur you are Veela why are you jealous of me?"

Fleur was again shocked and confused. A part of her was getting angry at the witches dismissive attitude. "I may be a Veela but he is expected to act in a specific way as a lord. I am not his equal."

Daphne started to look at Fleur as if she grew a second head. "Again. You are Veela and why does it matter? The Lady Potter title would be so strong for a 3rd branch in the family right now imagine the power of THE Lady potter. Yeah no. You have your priorities off center."

Fleur blushed at the idea. "I am unsure if I can see that far right now."

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "So you just want Harry for yourself right now? You aren't even thinking that far ahead? Merlin. If he only knew he had you eating out of his hand. You are lucky Potters are so noble."

Fleur again blushed but a tad sadly. "I..I didn't allow myself to think that far. It would always hurt to wonder if he would leave me for a real lady like you or someone else."

Daphne smiled sadly. "Well I don't think I see myself dating him much less marrying him. I look up to him too much and I worry about him in a different way."

Daphne was unsure what she meant but she remembered what her mother said about familial love. "I want to see him succeed much like I know he wants the same for me. I also have other family issues that I want to put ahead first." Fleur was shocked by the girl's clarity on life at such a young age. How?

Daphne sighed and decided to give Fleur some form of trust. Just like she had given to her with her story. "My family, the Greengrass line, has a time limit on life, it's a house secret. It's one that many generations of my family have spent their little lives exploring. I myself don't know how long I have, but I want to be the one to break it."

Daphne felt the same feeling she always had, a push to break her family's curse. "I really don't want to focus on anything else. But Harry. Harry changed that. He made me aware of the limits of rules and honestly to enjoy the smaller things."

Daphne knew that Harry broke through her little wall. It wasn't massive but it was enough for most people to ignore her. Harry was as blunt and as sassy as her, but he was also as reserved. He pulled her from what was becoming a bitchy routine. A comfortable one, but one that would see her reject everyone around her. "Back to you. Are you sure it's even a crush if you feel that way?"

Fleur had been thinking on Daphne's comment that the Greengrass family had little lives. Was the issue? Maybe a genetic illness?. She heard the question and responded. "I don't know. I feel I am older than him. My birthday is in two weeks and I will be 17. He is just 14th."

Daphne nodded. "So you may like him to a degree of him being an ideal boyfriend in time? Age is fine. It's very common for such flings to happen. I wouldn't be surprised if other students have something similar this year with the ball. You also know that due to his status my world sees him as an adult right? Furthermore, we both know that he is much more mature. You got to see him in action, right?. How did he look?"

Fleur, feeling the 3 swings of fire whiskey, responded in an almost dreamy expression. "Honestly. Very breathtaking and terrifying. I trusted him on such a fundamental level that I realized my crush in the valley. In a life or death situation; I was crushing on him. Can you believe that? I was literally ogling him." Fleur commented feeling the liquid courage loosen her up.

Daphne giggled. "The Veela willing to die for a taste."

Fleur giggled, shaking her head and collecting her thoughts. "Waiting for him to wake up made those emotions more complicated."

Daphne collected herself from her giggle fit. "Fleur you are beyond just a crush I feel. Either way I can help. I don't have any girlfriends but I am willing to help." Fleur didn't know what to say. Should she trust the girl? It was clear she was being sincere.

Harry said Daphne was a blunt girl and to be prepared for it. Fleur decided to give her the benefit of the doubt for now, but keep her guard up. There had been closer friends who turned their backs on her.

Fleur looked at her. "Sure. I would appreciate it. I also don't have any girlfriends."

Daphne beamed at her and semi joked. "On another note. We have to get a new confident Fleur, not prideful. No more moping and especially no more eating out of the hand of Harry. I won't have a witch succumb to that, especially if you want to be Lady Potter. No you will rule his House much like the previous ladies before you, with an iron grip. The Potter men have always been beholden to their wives." Fleur blushed at the thought and the joke.

Fleur didn't know why but at the moment she wondered what would become of Daphne. Was she forgoing a potential happy life just to focus on whatever was wrong with her? A part of her felt saddened by the idea. It was clear the witch cared, but what could she do? Her thoughts were pulled as Daphne stood up. "Dinner then Fleur?"

Fleur nodded, standing up as Daphne continued. "This time around we keep this stuff to ourselves? Girl talk between friends?"

Fleur smiled and agreed. "Qui. It's clear he wouldn't understand anyway." Daphne chuckled and Fleur did the same.

Break break break.

Harry was thankful that Daphne and Fleur ironed things out, but it now seemed there was a vindictive joke pile on happening. Daphne clearly was leading it, but he didn't understand what happened. "Girls. Somehow go from each other's throats to mine." He spoke to himself while he waited for food to be served. Other than that dinner was a simple affair with little to anything of worth being talked about.

After dinner the older witches gave their goodnights and headed to bed. Harry wanted to talk to Sheda so after a while said goodnight to Fleur and Daphne who continued to mess with him. Fleur to his surprise gave him a goodnight hug that lasted much longer than usual.

Harry shook his thoughts and made his way to the room Sheda was staying in. She had just finished showering and was currently getting ready for bed. Harry entered the room and sat down on Sheda's trunk. Sheda smiled at him, but didn't make any comments. "Sheda. Do you think I ignored too much in life up until now?"

Sheda was drying her hair manually, although not to the extent of Harry, she did suffer from magic messing with her hair. In turn, she manually dried her hair to not deal with the effects of the magic. "What do you mean? You're only 14. Not much could happen." she said jokingly.

Harry shook his head at the absurdity. Sheda then responded with sincerity. "Harry. You have had a life most would never want and a life some would have died for. It's okay to feel that you didn't or don't see everything. Especially in recent years. You are growing into yourself now at a pivotal age. Imagine if you didn't learn about any of this until you were 17 or worse ignored it until much later? I think you are at the perfect age to learn everything."

Harry pulled his head up and looked at the ceiling. Ornate molding and carvings showed the love and care in making the Manor look beautiful. Was the Potter manor like this? He didn't believe the vision that he had with Voldemort. "Ophelia offered me the Manor for Daphne's safety."

Sheda looked at him, not at all surprised. She knew their meeting had to be important. "Ohh? Marriage contract? Family issues? Or just a sense of uneasiness?"

Harry looked at her, chuckling at the marriage contract joke again. "Daphne would kill her mom if she thought a marriage contract was made."

Sheda tilted her head side to side and shrugged in acknowledgment. In the year she had Daphne as a student and mentee she would agree with his assessment. Harry responded to her "Sense of uneasiness is that common already?"

Sheda looked at herself in the mirror while thinking. Harry had put a lot on his plate in such a short amount that again she was worried if it would be mentally taxing. "Harry what happened during the attack in Numengard? Did you see anything? Remember anything? Maybe something that a large portion of magical Britain would find terrifying?"

Harry was confused and then remembered. "The dark mark? They really think it might have been him?"

Sheda nodded as she finished drying her hair and began to comb it. Although she could charm a comb she felt doing it manually was therapeutic. "Correct. While the other nations focus on the lack of security and who is to blame for that. Magical Britain has been more focused on the dark mark and of course you. Queenie has reported that the country feels like it's in the early stages of Voldemort's rise. Minister fudge has been trying to downplay it, but has been unsuccessful. Although it is not known why the public is not believing him. Probably because of too many high profile incidents."

Harry looked lost as he closed his eyes and breathed. The robe began to glow. Sheda smiled sadly. "Overwhelming?"

Harry looked at her and sighed. "It feels like I am working on such little knowledge all the time. So many points being moved. So many details are being missed. Realizations being made. Is life truly like that?"

Sheda put down her brush. "It's like that for leaders. People who take charge. Do you now get why it's hard for Dumbledore and in some ways Grindelwald? Both men developed a system of groups and social networks that saw many people be blind. They were the only ones with a true sense of what was happening. How are you different?"

Harry started to think. "I guess I have people like that, but they are focused like a 'hand.' Yet, Grindelwald did the same thing and he still made bad choices."

Sheda stopped making her bed and looked at him. "Harry, bad choices will always happen. It's your ability to live with them that makes the difference. You are right that Grindelwald had something similar to a 'hand' and you are right that it led to issues. Issues that saw him threw it all away once war broke out. Maybe he considered it a failure or maybe he felt people could not live up to the standards set by Queenie and Rosier working together. Both of them were lieutenants who worked well together and kept each other in check. Queenie was an important part we can then infer; balance."

Ever since they met her, Queenie had truly become a staple in their conversations. Sheda knew Harry was beginning to look to Queenie to also teach him life lessons and give guidance on who he wanted to be. A fact that she was okay with and wanted to support considering the caliber of people around him. "I personally would argue Queenie was the most important. She was a true information gatherer and a powerful witch. If she had stayed by Grindelwald's side he would have truly found it easier to succeed. Like what she told us and what you told me. Grindelwald lost the Pavlov family. Queenie would have kept him updated on that familial situation."

Sheda hated how much she was taught and to what degree. All because of him- "A war is not won on the battlefront or with money. It's won by information. If she still followed Grindelwald at the time maybe she would have been able to blackmail or change opinions here in magical Britain. Maybe send Rosier after certain individuals? In some ways we can be thankful she didn't. In other ways you can see how important she was." Harry nodded. Queenie was truly a gold mine not only in skill, but opinion. Truthfully surprising but also extremely valuable.

A thought came into his head. "What about Tom? I know he had an inner circle but it seemed he was always in control of everything."

Sheda nodded as she sat up in bed to look at him. They used that name when in a public setting, but more and more they had started to use it just to talk about the man. "Tom and Dumbledore are more alike than you think in that regard. If you believe what Queenie said about Dumbledore and the common knowledge of Tom. They had more of a circle than a hand; each member of the circle has a specialization and that information is expected to be the utmost. Take Rookwood for example. Inner circle member. He worked in the Department of Mysteries. A true intellectual powerhouse. There was nothing the man could research and understand within days. He probably provided Tom with the latest information on beast, artifact, magic and anything else the department had or Tom needed. "

Harry sensed some bitterness but also sadness at her description. Did she know Rookwood? Maybe he was the one that attacked her family? How did her family die? It's not the first time she mentioned him. Maybe Sirius would know? He would have to remember to mention it. "So it's not a hand but a separation of information where no one knows what the other members know?"

Sheda nodded, coming back from her own thoughts. She wondered if she should tell him. It was an issue she never told anyone. No. He was too stressed and he didn't need to know. It was in the past anyway and he was in Azkaban. "Correct. So don't be so hard on yourself for not knowing everything. If you plan to create a hand then you should be okay with the Hand working on their own to execute your plans. Like now. Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Queenie, Alexandra, and I are doing our own things in service of you. If something happens that information will come to me and I will pass it onto you. You don't need to know everything, but we can of course try to help you. Do you want reports?"

Harry sighed. There it was. The reports. The awful idea that the war was starting. A deep knot forming in the bottom of his stomach. Grindelwald got reports and Dumbledore possibly did during the war. He was becoming like them wasn't he? "Sure. Just don't make them long or complicated and include some stuff to study if you think I need a background. Once a month. Merlin, I am too young for this."

Sheda smirked and decided to poke at him. "So are you gonna let me sleep or do you plan to continue talking through the night?"

Harry smiled. "Thank you Sheda. Really. Thank you. Goodnight."