Hey everyone,
So I'm going to be honest. I will still use the Story Notes to complete this story, but I don't think it will take 10 to 15 chapters.
Instead, I will try to mix what I had planned in the Story Notes with how I now plan to end this story in the next couple of chapters.
And for those chapters, my main focus is going to be – everyone but Harry. Though that doesn't mean that Harry won't play a role or be mentioned anymore.
Let's do this,

Venquine1990

Chapter 57
Unfortunate Confrontations

7th of August 1996
Della's Home, Radiant Garden
Harry's POV

My birthday, about a week ago, has been a real mixed bag.

It was wonderful to celebrate my sixteenth birthday in my new home, but while it was well meant, I almost lost my temper when Mrs. Weasley suggested that she take care of Erethea while I celebrate.

Axel had to phase me away from the courtyard with his portals, yet I still managed to yell at the top of my voice:

"YOU WILL BE DEAD TO ME IF YOU EVER SUGGEST –!"

Thankfully Lea, Della and dad had managed to continue where I left off, while Axel helped me cool down by taking me up to the top of the Clock Tower in Twilight Town.

And while this was really his spot that he mostly shares with Isa, Roxas and Xion, I had definitely appreciated both the beautiful scenery and the thoughtful gesture.

Still, when I see the red-haired woman, it makes me send her a grimace of disgust before I turn my back to her.

"Young man, I thought you assured –."

I knock on Della's front door while sending her a furious glare to shut her up and snarl: "I said on the day in question, Lady Prewett, that I wouldn't act all high and mighty, unless me or mine are in any way shape or form insulted or offended.

I also, on the day in question, reassured your Heir that I didn't think he would ever do so.

He, not you.

You did exactly that the day before my 16th celebration. And considering that all your Heirs and Heiress knew where to find me, I find that you had no reason not to approach me with an apology for your words or actions.

And do not insult my father or his respect for me. Lady Prewett. He told me exactly what occurred after Axel took me to cool off.

He even purchased a Pensieve for such occasions and I made sure to review the memory before I left home the day after.

So until you take responsibility, I am obliged, in name of myself, my daughter and my House, to treat you with similar disrespect."

Only then I notice that the front door is open and that Della is smiling at us both awkwardly.

I sigh and state:

"I won't act my station around you, Della. Not until you and your family decide as a unit how much you want to adjust your way of life to that of my birth-world."

"You mean home-world."

I roll my eyes and when Della steps back, I retort:

"I know what I said."

And while I'm sure I leave a steaming woman in the doorway, I have no interest in letting her repeat her behavior of last summer.

I silently debate with myself if I should remind the woman of this as I enter the female duck's house. Yet her interior quickly, and pleasantly, distracts me.

The whole place looks slightly clustered and proves that the woman is either quite disorganized or is still trying to find a new place for all of her stuff.

"Sorry about the mess. Ever since I got back and Uncle Scrooge shocked me by giving me all of the – as he called it – allowance of the past few decades – I've been scouring this new world for stuff.

And, to be honest, after living on that barren rock – sorry Planet Moon – there is just so much that speaks to me and shouts BUY ME!

You know what I'm saying.

Also, are you sure we shouldn't have invited more people?"

Della's explanation definitely makes it easy for me to ignore the huffing red-haired woman, even though said woman is looking around with disapproval clear on her face.

And while I can understand it, due to her being part of House Weasley who were never very well off, it is just another sign of the woman's disrespect for her hosts

Or in this case, hostess.

"Seriously, as if she learned nothing from last summer." I think to myself before I decide that I need to prioritize these topics and these discussions.

"To be honest, Della. While Lady – ahem, Mrs. Weasley and I are used to people with busy personalities – especially thanks to Fred and George – Uncle Scrooge told me that ….

Well, your behavior – and I really hate that this is a thing in all worlds and not just back in England – but your behavior is apparently drawing the attention of the rumor mill.

And when Uncle Scrooge and Donald saw who you were going to invite, they were shocked and worried as, apparently, you invited the majority of Radiant Garden's Grapevine.

And no, Della, they don't think you can't handle it.

They just want to give you more time to find your footing."

Thankfully, Della doesn't seem to feel offended. Instead, she rubs the back of her neck and mumbles: "Geez, to be honest, I just checked to see who was a mother and wanted to invite as many of them as possible.

Heh, guess I need some more time to get rid of that one-track mind I had back on the moon." I shrug and tell her that, back then, it made perfect sense for her to just focus on one simple goal;

Getting home.

"Personally, I don't –."

Just the tone of Mrs. Weasley's voice proves me that she and I came here with completely different kinds of motives.

And the way that the woman is looking down her nose at a beautiful model of a two-propeller plane just sets me off:

"WHO WAS IT THAT HAD THE BLOODY GALL TO TELL A PREGNANT TEENAGER THAT THEY'D BE HAPPY TO ADOPT THEIR UNBORN CHILD?

I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT THAT YOU HAD TAUGHT YOUR LESSON!

BUT APPARENTLY YOU JUST DON'T KNOW HOW TO DROP THE HIGH AND MIGHTY, ARROGANT, SELF-CENTERED AND DISRESPECTFUL ATTITUDE YOU SHOWED YOUR HOST, MY FATHER, LAST YEAR! NOR HOW YOU TREATED ME THAT SAME YEAR!

AND DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT YOU HAVEN'T BEEN SILENTLY CRITICIZING DELLA FOR HER DECORATING STYLE THE SAME WAY YOU DISRESPECTED SIRIUS LAST SUMMER!"

I don't know what shocks Della and Mrs. Weasley more. The fact that I actually have enough of a temper to compete with hers – and give her a run for her money – or the fact that I am angry enough to call dad Sirius.

I sit back down, taking deep breaths to calm down and turn to Della as I say: "Either way, Della, the two reasons I came here today was to share experiences with you as a fellow mother and to, if you felt up to it, tell you about my experiences with the Hogwarts grapevine.

I discussed it with Uncle Scrooge and father and they both agreed that the Radiant Garden grapevine and Hogwarts grapevine can be equally disheartening and petty.

So they figured that, if you knew about my experiences, you'd be able to adjust your treatment of these – other mothers, I guess – to that knowledge.

And apologies, but you remind me of what I was like when I first returned to the Magical world after living in the non-magical one for 10 years.

I didn't really get a chance to adjust to the fame or the grapevine and expectations that were attached to that.

So I – I guess I want to make sure you don't get overwhelmed the way I was."

Della smiles at me and asks: "How bad was it?" For which I am very grateful as I saw Mrs. Weasley ready to make some kind of comment.

And while I wonder why the woman is, yet again, so lost in her own pride, I just ignore her and turn my focus fully on the mother I can relate to.

"Back in my first – wait, how much do you know about the people I left behind?"

The Duck shrugs and says:

"I know about some of your friends. Your dad and brother kept a journal, apparently, and they allowed me to read bits of it.

So I know you used to be friends with a huge man who later became your teacher, that you saved the sister of someone who was your competition, that you mostly left classmates but no real friends behind and that even some classmates couldn't keep their opinion about you straight from one day to the next."

I can't help myself. I laugh and retort: "So basically most of the last five years of my life." And while both women clearly understand that I am being sarcastic, they both react differently.

Mrs. Weasley glares at me, while Della bursts out laughing. I ignore the former and just grin along with the latter.

"Anyway, Hagrid – the big guy – got himself in trouble halfway through my First. And in my attempt to help him without him getting in trouble, Hermione and I got caught ourselves.

We were taken to McGonagall, who lied when she said that she had never seen four students out of bed after curfew before – two others had also been caught – and she took 50 points from Hermione, myself and Neville – for being out after curfew.

And instead of asking what happened, everyone – even the Prefects – just decided that they already knew and that, because I was their famous hero, it was all my fault.

They started cursing me in the back, insulting me while barely trying to pretend that they were doing it behind my back and some even thought it funny to trip me up at the Grand Staircase.

And like I said, even the Prefects abetted in this by doing nothing to stop it."

I don't know why it took Mrs. Weasley hearing the word prefect twice before she got the hint. Yet thanks to how she's been since the day before my birthday, I don't feel any regret, guilt or shame as I watch the woman run out the door crying.

Instead, I just wait until she slams the door behind me before I pull my Gummi Phone from my pocket. And while Della moves over to the window, I call dad.

"Hello Father, you're going to need to go and meet with Lord Weasley. His Lady has yet to lose her attitude and clearly came here with the intent to enforce her beliefs onto her hostess.

She also has yet to apologize for her atrocious behavior the day before my celebration and showed it quite clearly throughout the meeting that she did not consider herself to have been in the wrong.

I talked to her as an Heir talks to a Lady of a Lower rank upon my arrival, but kept my tone more appropriate to Della and Radiant Garden once I entered her home."

"I just saw her run by. What exactly happened. She looks most distraught."

I release a deep breath in order to keep myself from rolling my eyes and answer:

"She spoke and acted in a manner similar to last July to September.

She looked down upon something I could clearly identify was very valuable – and which was clearly emotionally valuable to Della as well due to the placement of the object in the living room.

And even tried, one more than one occasion, to claim that I didn't know what I was talking about – in regards to events that she herself was never present for."

Della goes to sit next to me and says: "I gotta admit, Mr. Black. It was hard enough to listen to Harry's story about his first, even without Molly constantly huffing, puffing and making all kinds of sounds that proved she didn't believe a word Harry said.

It made me very glad that he, Uncle Scrooge and you convinced me to keep it to just the three of us as I get the feeling that the other ladies might have rallied behind her and turned against Harry and me."

"Did you do anything to stop or reprimand her, Della?"

Della shrugs and says:

"I send her a look I trained to send to my boys if they misbehaved. It seemed to work the first time, but not the other times. Guess I didn't train hard enough."

But dad shakes his head and says:

"It worked the first time, because Molly wasn't expecting to be treated like she treats her own kids. You shocked her, nothing more."

Della rubs the back of her neck again and sighs: "I guess there really is no denying it. Both during my time on the Moon and before it, I lived a pretty sheltered life.

I mean, yeah, we went on all kinds of adventures, Donald, Scrooge and me, but we never really grew close to anyone other than Mickey and the others.

And because they're all so similar to Donald and Scrooge – I guess I never learned to interact with people that – aren't like them.

My time away certainly didn't help."

"And neither does the fact that this world is so different from Disney Castle." I can't help but think. As, while Mickey rules that world as king, the world itself is much smaller and less populated than Radiant Garden.

Thanks to this, while not on the same level, high society and things like a local grapevine have been able to become part of the community, not unlike back in England.

"I'll go call Uncle Scrooge and talk with Arthur. I think it's obvious that, even when Harry came to talk with Ron about his heritage and came to reassure him, Molly only focused on the former and ignored all of Harry's promises."

"A promise Harry reminded her off as I opened the door, I'd like to add. Oh, and Sirius. I may not be all that knowledgeable about high society and all that, but even I could clearly see and sense that Molly was planning to treat me like a toddler or something.

I didn't say anything, because I wanted to just get some answers and because Harry seemed to already have taken on that role."

"Just a shame Mrs. Weasley didn't take it seriously.

Probably because I'm younger than her or something."

I again, think to myself.

"YOU'RE THE UNBELIEVABLE ONE!"

Della and I suddenly hear coming from the background behind dad.

The man turns his head and I notice that he is seated in his lounge chair next to an open window.

"YOU'RE BLIND AS A BAT AND STUBBORN TO BOOT!

HARRY HAS BEEN SHOWING CLEAR SIGNS FOR MONTHS THAT HE'S STILL AFRAID THAT HE'S NOT DOING A GOOD JOB AS A MOTHER, THAT HE STRIVES TO DO BETTER AND THAT HE'S TERRIFIED THAT OTHER, OLDER MOTHERS WILL TAKE THAT ROLE FROM HIM!

LIKE YOU TRIED BACK IN SEPTEMBER OF LAST YEAR!"

And while I feel touched that Ron is, yet again, willing to stand up to his mother for me, what happens next utterly astounds me.

"AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO IS SEEING STRAIGHT AROUND HERE? THAT STUPID PREGNANCY –!"

Yet before either dad or I could lose our temper over the woman daring to use my pregnancy – my daughter – to justify herself, the woman is cut off and a loud THUNK is heard coming from far away in the distance.

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT KIND OF DELUSIONS YOU'VE BEEN FEEDING YOURSELF AND I DON'T WANT TO KNOW! YOU ARE NOT, IN ANY WAY, IN ANY WORLD, IN ANY LIFE ALLOWED TO INSULT A BOND LIKE HARRY HAS WITH LEA OR ANOTHER CHILD!

YOU YOURSELF TAUGHT US THE LAST PART! SO WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO FLAUNT YOUR OWN RULES?"

By now it's quite clear that more than one of the Weasley siblings has inherited their mother's temper and lung capacity.

"Uh Sirius, considering how the grapevine and high society were the whole reason you didn't want me to invite the other women, you might want to go over there and make sure they don't make a bigger scene or cause any more drama."

Dad and I smile at Della and dad closes off the connection.

Okay, that happened.
And to be honest, that wasn't what I originally planned to put in this chapter. But for some reason, I wanted to go for a whole "People can make the same mistake twice" and teach Della how to handle high-society at the same time.
And I will admit, Molly, her temper and her behavior in OotP make it very easy for me to pick her as a scapegoat for this lesson.
If you guys disagree with this portrayal of the woman or with the way I handled this chapter, I sincerely apologize.
And while I would normally do this differently, I'm going to let this problem solve itself off-screen, so to say, and just focus on my original story plans.
Also, while this may not have been my original plan, I actually just thought of a way to implement this into my original story-plan.
Just you guys wait,

Venquine1990
PS. The next chapter is already in the works and will probably be posted later this week. After that I am going back to my Once a month update schedule.