Disclaimer: This Harry Potter story was written for fun. All rights belong to the wonderful lady (JK Rowling) who gave the world Harry Potter to read and enjoy. No ships. Bashing around everyone.

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Second to last chapter of this story.

Meeting the Neighbours

Harry took a break from caring for Evans to walk and collect his thoughts. It was September and he'd yet to feel lonely when Winky, Kreacher, or Dobby insisted that 'Niffler-Daddy' take a break. Tutoring lessons were going well, and he enjoyed the lessons and changes to talk with Justin and Seamus.

Walking out the front door of The Potters Wheel, Harry turned left out of his front gate and made turned left at the corner to explore a different part of the town. After he passed four houses, three children burst out of one yard on bicycles, but they remained on the sidewalks.

"Hey mister!" shouted the boy on the first bike. He was the oldest and looked to be ten. The next boy appeared seven or eight years old was on another bike, and the youngest – maybe five years old – was on the smallest bike.

Harry grinned and waved, "Hey back!"

"Are you a stranger? We're not supposed to talk to strangers," said the oldest circling back on his bike. "I'm Nick."

Pointing at the middle brother, Nick said, "That's Stan and the short one is Squirt."

"I ain't Squirt!" the youngest boy argued. "I'm Hank!"

'These kids have been sheltered,' Harry thought and grinned seeing the boy's t-shirt with the Disney cartoon character Pluto on the front. Aloud he replied, "My name is Harry, and I moved into the neighbourhood this summer. That means I'm a stranger today but tomorrow I won't be."

"Where do you live?" asked the second brother.

"I live in The Wheel."

"The Wheel? Where's that?" asked Hank.

Harry described his brick house painted white with ten chimney pots.

"That's The Potters Wheel!" the second brother stated. He was Stan and wore a t-shirt with name Euro Disney and the character Mickey Mouse printed on the front.

Harry nodded. "That's the full name of the house but I just call it 'The Wheel'."

"Got a bike?" asked the oldest brother.

"No, I don't," replied Harry. "Do I need one?"

Then Nick asked, "Got a broom?"

Caught off guard, Harry stuttered, "What…?"

"Do you have a broom that flies?" the boy asked with a smirk on his lips.

"Nick! You're not supposed to ask people stuff like that! You know the rules!" the second brother fussed.

"Stan, he's got a wand under his shirt sleeve," Nick replied, pleased that he'd noticed something his siblings hadn't.

"Still…mum's going to be spare when she hears about this," Stan stated with the voice of experience.

"I promise I won't tell," Harry replied. Then he asked, "Does anyone fly their brooms around here?"

"There's a Quidditch Pitch on the other side of town," Stan replied. "Our team is the Cardiff Runespoors."

"That's far, far away," the youngest boy -Hank – replied. He looked to be about five years old and barely managed to sit on his bike.

Nick smirked and asked again, "So, do you have a broom?"

"I do."

"Do you fly?"

"I do," Harry replied with a smirk of his own, determined to make the kid work for his story.

"Where?" Nick asked, persisted, determined to drag out the information from this stranger.

"At school."

Grinning, Nick asked, "At Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

Stan asked, "Do you play quidditch?"

"I do."

"Nick! Stan! Who are you talking to?" asked a feminine voice. The three brothers and Harry turned toward the voice.

"Hey Tracy!" the brothers called out.

"This guy just moved into the neighbourhood," Stan replied and rambled on. "He lives at The Potters Wheel, but he calls it 'The Wheel'."

"It's okay, Tracy, he goes to your school," Nick added.

The young Slytherin witch looked surprised and asked, "Potter?"

"Hello Davis," Harry replied with a short nod of his head. There was pause before he asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I live here. I've lived here my whole life!" Tracy replied, a firmness in her tone.

"Lucky you. It looks like very nice in the neighbourhood." With a smile, Harry added, "I just moved here."

"Nick said you're living at The Potter's Wheel – how come?"

"I own…that's really a personal question, Miss Davis."

"Oi! Harry called Tracy 'Miss Davis'," teased Nick. "Think she'll hex him?"

"Tracy's hexes hurt, Harry!" warned Hank. "Don't hex him, Tracy."

"Yeah, don't hex me Tracy," Harry said, mimicking the youngest brother.

"Hank, I don't hex as long as you follow Mum's rules."

"Good," the youngest boy said before he started peddling his bike along the sidewalk headed away from the house. Nick and Stan followed and soon left the youngest brother behind. Tracy jogged to keep up with her young brother and frowned when she found Harry tagging along.

"What do you want Potter?"

"It's a free road, a free country, and a beautiful day, Miss Davis," the other teenager replied. "I was exploring this side of neighbourhood. An elf told me there are more meadows up ahead."

"You can walk in the other direction. Town is only four blocks in that direction with stores, chemist, library, and restaurants."

"Thanks for the information. But since I live here now, I want to get to know my neighbours."

They walked without talking for a while though Hank circled back and complained about being tired. Without complaint, Harry carried the little boy on his back while Tracy pushed the bike along the road, finally catching up with the older boys who were running around the meadow chasing crickets.

When Hank squirmed to get down, Harry set him on the ground to run toward his brothers. Tracy parked the smallest bike with the kickstand while Harry righted the other two bikes and used the kickstands to stand them up.

"Thanks for lugging Hank along the road," Tracy said.

"He's little kid and got tired," the young wizard replied.

"Mum likes me to bring them out before supper so they can run off all their energy. She and Dad make 'em take baths after supper and go to bed then we all collapse from exhaustion."

Harry asked, "Don't you have an elf to help in the house?"

"Just yard work," Tracy replied. "Elves are expensive. Besides, Mum says she likes cooking."

"I like cooking too," Harry replied before he was drafted into a game of tag with the three brothers. After thirty chasing Hank, Stan, and Nick around the meadow (and Tracy in the last ten minutes), the three brothers rode their bikes back to their home while Tracy and Harry followed behind.

Saying goodbye at the garden gate with Mrs Davis standing at the door, Tracy invited him to come round for tea the next afternoon.

"Tea?"

She frowned and continued, "Dress muggle and bring my mum a gift to say, 'thank you' for the invitation."

"Your mum?"

"Potter! Just do it!" the teenaged girl commanded.

"Yes ma'am," Harry replied with a grin as Tracy strode up the path to the house.

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Tea and Tutors

It was the next afternoon, Evans was down for a nap under the watchful eyes of Winky, Dobby, and Kreacher (who indulged Mr Harry Potters-Black as a new nifflerd-daddy). After knocking on the door and being greeted by Hank, Stan, and Nick, Harry was led into the lounge by Tracy. The girl admired the nicely wrapped gift in Harry's hands and the wizard replied, "For your mum."

While they waited for Mrs Davis to join them in the lounge, Tracy made her brothers behave and not pester Harry.

"So, yesterday you said we can't talk about your house or how you ended up here in Cardiff," Tracy said, tilting her head and plotting like the Slytherin she was. "Can I ask about tutors?"

She made air quotes with her hands when she continued, "Dad thinks the 'Royal Reformation of Magical Britain' is going to take more than a year, but they'll reopen Hogwarts next year. Are you using tutors, so you don't fall behind?"

With no desire to explain that he didn't plan to return to Hogwarts, Harry replied, "Yes, I'm have tutors for Potions, Herbology, Transfiguration, and Charms."

"Wow! It's expensive to hire four tutors."

Harry shrugged and said, "I need the distraction."

Nick asked, "Are you rich, Harry? I don't know any kid who has a broom but you."

"I don't have any parents or siblings, but I've got some money," Harry admitted.

Tracy snorted. "Now you sound like a snob! Are you channelling Draco Malfoy's ghost?"

Hank whispered, "What's siblings?"

"Brothers and sisters," replied Stan. "We got spare ones… maybe Harry will take you!"

Ignoring the brothers' conversation, Harry assured Tracy, "No! I'm not… Draco's ghost isn't around anymore. It was just there for a couple days last December."

He turned to the three brothers and said sincerely, "I'd give up the money to have a great family like you do."

Realising she'd rubbed over a raw subject, Tracy apologised and explained that she was getting tutored in Transfiguration with Micheal McGonagall.

When Harry didn't say anything, she said, "I'm going with Millie, Daphne, and Hannah. And Susan, Ernie, and Neville come too. Susan is staying with Hannah and her family while trying to come to grips with her aunt being in prison. Neville is trying very hard to be normal and make friends again."

"I'm doing my tutoring with Seamus and Justin," Harry replied. "Everything's going arranged."

Tracy frowned for her suggestion to be totally ignored but then Harry said, "I appreciate the idea very much. Maybe later with other things."

Pressing on, Tracy said, "It's something Mr McGonagall wants to do to make up for his mother's crimes. He's going to offer to tutor everyone at the building complex where the occupation forces are setting up the new government."

"At those buildings in Birmingham?" he asked. "Where they held the trials?"

"Well, yeah," Tracy replied. "Dad says they're pulled everything out from underneath the carpark in London the day before magic filled it back up with rock. Everything got moved to that group of buildings in Birmingham."

"Was Susan okay with going back there? She didn't…that day was rough on her."

"Were you there?"

Harry nodded, "I was a witness against Minerva McGonagall and had to be there both days."

"Anyway, the Royal Thing-a-ma-bobs have set up some classrooms in the buildings for tutoring."

Harry added, "And everything is above ground so that the mundane government can keep an eye on the Ministry of Magic. We must be reading the same reports and articles in the Daily Prophet."

"So why don't you, Seamus and Justin come with us for transfiguration tutoring?"

"No, I'd never feel comfortable around McGonagall," Harry explained. "I testified against his mum, remember?"

"Okay, how about runes and arithmancy?"

"I'd be too far behind you."

"Oi! Potter, I'm trying to be nice and find some reason to give you some company!"

Surprised by the reason, Harry asked, "Why?"

"We're concerned about you being alone, Mr Potter," answered Mrs Davis as she walked into the room. "Tracy needs the company of her peers as do the boys. All teenagers need to spend time with other teens."

Motioning toward her three sons, she explained, "The boys attend a small school that's mostly magical children here in the neighbourhood. If you've been here all summer, who have you been talking to?"

Not certain how to answer, Harry deflected the question by asking about the primary school. Recognizing the tactic, (the girl was Slytherin), Tracy asked, "Planning on sending your kid there?"

Standing and handing Mrs Davis the perfectly wrapped gift, Harry excused himself saying he had a headache and left.

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Let's Go Visit

While the three boys complained they didn't get to play tag in the yard before the older boy left, the mother and daughter exchanged worried expressions. When Mr Davis returned home at the end of the day, he couldn't resist teasing his daughter, "What? You invite a boy to tea and run him off before the tea is even poured."

"Dad!"

"Micheal," Anne fussed. "We're worried something is wrong."

"You were raised muggle, honey. I'm magical raised and know more about…"

"No!" Tracy insisted. "Something's not right."

"Let me finish," Micheal insisted, staring down his wife's look of concern and his daughter's unhappy pose. "Harry Potter-Black was a very powerful wizard in Magical Britan before the Royal Reformation began. He had eleven of the twenty-four seats in the Wizengamot! He could have been ruler of Magical Britain if he wanted."

Tracy argued, "The queen took all the seats away from everyone."

"She did and Mr Potter-Black was the first person to come forward and sign the contract acknowledging the queen's commands and affirming his allegiance to the Crown. Remember?"

"So, he doesn't have any seats anymore."

"That's correct but he has control of the whole economy of Magical Britain."

"What do you mean?"

"Inside Gringotts, where all our money lies, he's still Lord Black. The Royal Reformation has agreed that the Crown won't interfere with goblin sovereignty. The Black Vaults provide all the money for loans that my business and everyone's business uses. He makes money every second of every day."

"So, he's really stuck up," said Tracy, sounding disappointed.

"No, Tracy," her father replied. "He's just learning everything about finance. I understand he's forced the goblins to look outside Diagon Alley for investments and to bring in calculators. Then there'll be typewriters, copiers, and computers."

"Okay," Tracy said, thinking about the changes that might bring to Magical Britain. She always missed music when she went to Hogwarts.

"And remember the meals that were delivered to the poor people after the ministry collapsed?"

"The Daily Prophet ran a big story claiming the ICW and the Queen wanted magical people to starve to death."

"That got the editor fired," Anne reminded her daughter. "The man's picture was on the front page getting thrown out of the Daily Prophet offices by some elves."

"Mr Potter paid for all the food, and he got the elves at Hogwarts to provide cooking and delivery until things got straightened out those first two weeks. He paid for the newspapers that were delivered free of charge and helped to select the persons to serve on the Reconciliation Commission."

"That's the group that'll make recommendations to the Crown about elections for Magical Parliament.

"Okay! Okay! Where's this going?" asked Tracy, tired of being double teamed by her parents.

"Mr Potter needs to protect his privacy."

"He's a teenager! He needs some contact with other teenagers, not just goblins, grownup wizards and witches, or mundane people."

"Then let's call on Mr Potter and be very polite, offer our friendship, and keep his secrets," offered Anne Davis.

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Meet Evans Potter-Black

Seated in the lounge of The Potters Wheel, the Davis brothers were piled together on a love seat and made to sit still under the stern glances of their father and mother, and the threatening glares of their sister. Tracy recognized the signs that magical elves were in the house – the tray of biscuits in front of her brothers remained full no matter how many they ate.

Her mother who had only ever been around elves at Hogwarts might not pay attention, but her father certainly was. He slipped a few biscuits on to his plate and nibbled appreciatively.

"Where did Harry go?" asked Stan, around his cup of milk.

With another biscuit in his hand headed for his mouth, Nick said, "These are good!"

Hank said, "Mum's biscuits are best."

Micheal and Anne had shared several glances once they had been admitted to the house. It was spotless and neat – hard for a teenager to do. The young man was healthy and well-dressed but nervous about something. He been called above stairs by some signal the others hadn't heard. But they did hear voices coming down the stairs – a high-pitched voice talking with Harry. Then they heard him walking down the stairs slowly. The voice said, "Winky says Mr Harry Potters-Blacks not be nervous. He not drops Mr Evans Potters-Black."

Tracy sat with her mouth open when Harry stood in the doorway, holding an infant in his arms. Anne instantly rose and crossed the room to look over the baby.

"He's adorable! What's his name? How old is he?"

"Evans and he's just over two and a half months," replied Harry proudly.

"Is he taking his bottle well?" asked Anne, the only human expert on babies in the house.

"Yes, ma'am," the young father replied.

Micheal asked, "How are you getting enough sleep?"

"I have the best elves in Magical Britain. There's one on duty in the nursery night and day."

"How many house elves do you have, Potter?" asked Tracy though her mother and father both frowned.

He growled, "Enough."

"What are house elves?" asked Stan.

"Like the elves that take care of everyone's yard and garden…only inside the house," replied Nick.

"I've heard that the Hogwarts elves are very grateful for all the work you arranged for them this summer, Mr Potter," added Micheal. "You paid for the food that the Royal Reformation Commission provided to families hurt by the disruption of deliveries. The elves cooked and delivered food for many people the whole month of July."

"Can I see the baby?" asked Hank. "What's his name again?"

"Let Harry sit down," Nick said. "I remember Mum and Dad moving careful with you when you were tiny Squirt."

Anne smiled at Harry and said, "You're holding Evans perfectly."

Harry tried to sit but couldn't negotiate the move while holding the baby who was awake and looking around. Anne held out her arms and said, "Let me hold him while you sit down."

Staring at the woman holding out her arms, Harry blinked and wondered if he could hand Evans over to another human to hold. "Okay, but just for a second."

Smirking at the tone in the young father's voice, Michael sat forward and said, "When Tracy was born, I stayed home for two days just to hold her. Anne fussed because she didn't want to share."

"And Michael was the same way with the boys though he handed them over quick enough when nappies needed to be changed," said the woman holding Evans. Once Harry was seated back in his chair, she returned the infant to his father's arms.

"This is Evans Henry Potter-Black," Harry said. "My son. If the baby had been a girl, I was going to name her Lily after my mum, the smartest witch…"

He paused and explained, "Mum's maiden name was Evans so that was my first choice for my son."

Tracy frowned and asked, "Potter, how…?"

Both parents fussed but the scowl on Harry's face defeated the angry look on Tracy's. Nonetheless, he explained, "Evans is a foundling of the Black family, and I decided…I was already head of the Black family, and I couldn't let the baby be adopted or placed into foster care. So, I blood adopted him the day he was born."

Micheal asked, "Wasn't that during the mess with the ministry and the beginning of the Royal Reformation of Magical Britain?"

Harry shrugged. "The goblins performed the blood adoption, and my elves kept me sane while I learned how to care for a baby. They call me a niffler-daddy all the time."

"Being a parent is a full-time job," Anne stated gently. "And nifflers are the best parents for their babies in the magical world."

"But Evans is great! He's worth every minute," Harry replied earnestly. "And the elves do everything when I get tired. They say that I'm bonding with Evans and let me do all I want with him but then when I'm tired or need to study, they take over."

"Hey, he changed the colour of his hair!" Stan exclaimed. "The baby had black hair and now he's got blonde – like Mum!"

"Wow! Magic at two months!" Nick exclaimed. "That's unusual, isn't it?"

"Evans has metamorphic magic," Harry explained. "That's a Black family magic. The grimoire reports that it can manifest early. And since I'm spending so much time with him, I've learned to do it too."

Michael watched his daughter thinking for a moment and then ask, "Is that sympathetic magic? There was something about it in the Daily Prophet back at the start of the summer. And our tutors are talking about it all the time."

Harry paused to think and replied, "The Unspeakables said something about sympathetic magic with those things that killed Dumbledore. I don't think this is sympathetic magic because Evans and I share magic since I'm his dad. I think I'm learning how to do it. And I'm able to help him not go crazy with lots of changes. That wears him out and leaves him cranky."

"At two months old?" asked Anne. "I'll have Tracy, or the boys bring you a couple helpful books about development of magical babies."

"Thanks," replied Harry as his black hair turned blonde, and his facial features changed to match Michael Davis. The change lasted for almost two minutes.

"That'll be you in ten years, Stan," teased Nick before Harry returned to looking like his usual self. Hank stood up and walked closer to get a look at the baby. Harry leaned forward and held Evans up so Hank could see him better.

"He looks like the baby doll like what Tracy keeps on her bed," the youngest boy commented.

"He does," Anne replied. "But I bet he's grown a lot in two months."

"Yes, he's growing very fast, can focus his eyes and grins at me now."

"Potter how are you going to manage tutors while taking care of a baby?" asked Tracy.

"With careful scheduling, Davis. I pop over to a class and then get back home before feeding time.

Nick said, "Oi! Why don't you two stop calling each other 'Potter' and 'Davis' already? Call each other Harry and Tracy!"

Micheal and Anne didn't chide their eldest son for once but let the teenagers deal with their relationship. As the Davis family prepared to depart, Harry said, "I hope you'll keep this quiet."

"Of course," Tracy said instantly. "Magical folks never talk about siblings at home. Millie and Daphne never knew I had three brothers until they came to visit this summer."

"Why not?" asked Stan, always curious to learn about magical society.

Micheal explained, "There were weird ideas about children who might not have magic. They were called squibs and often mistreated."

"But never in the Davis family!" Anne stated firmly. "I checked your dad's family out before he proposed. There have been squibs but they are members of the family."

Stan, Hank and Nick huddled together before Nick asked, "Do we have magic?"

Tracy responded, "Yes, I've seen accidental magic in all three of you when we're playing in the meadow. Mum and Dad keep wards up at the house to help you control the feelings."

"And that's why we make you run and play all day," Anne said. "That helps develop your magical core while burning off accidental magic."

"Can I have some more milk?" asked Stan.

"What are you supposed to say?" Anne prompted her middle son.

Nick hinted, "Say 'please' Stan."

"Please?"

Instantly, another cup of milk appeared on the table in front of the boy who grabbed it and shouted, "Thanks!"

The noise caught the attention of the baby who laughed and waved his arms.

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