[a/n]This became an absolute priority. My first [a/n]to this edition of HDD said "Sometimes even unintentionally, a reviewer's remark inspires a 1shot." Well if you saw #48's[a/n]was a rant about a rant. Here I credit both the ranter TGGirlHaileyHolly and polarbear20000 who, having asked to read it, gave me the kick I needed to take it up. The source of TGGirlHaileyHolly's distress was my EFFF You Harry story, from early 2017. A 2 word summary of it is 'Ginny bashing' and a combo of Susan and Luna saving him therefrom. Not that I dislike either Ginny, or Bonnie for that matter. Just what the muse did for me then. TGGirlHaileyHolly's pm began with "…death eaters don't deserve a happily ever after. Harry deserves one, Ginny deserves one with her 'preferred' life partner known as Harry…" At least a 2parter: Anything italicized will be from the rant.

Harry Does Different CDLXXXIIIa

Dark Lady Nirvana

The captain of the Holyhead Harpies was in conference with her star Chaser. Crossing her athletic legs behind her desk "In every department you're well ahead of the curve. Goals. Interceptions. Assists. You missed league MVP by a cunthair this year."

"Even atop a certain Beater?" the redhead quipped playfully. The curse did not even register.

Gwenog Jones shot back "Don't push it Gin. You're good, but not that good."

"Yet." The Chaser allowed, then changed tone "I do detect a modicum of seriosity in thy persiflage."

After uncrossing her legs and leaning forward, she nodded "Indeed. The back office got a letter of complaint about you?"

"Moi?" she affected a decent French accent.

The Captain frowned and rolled a scroll in the Chaser's direction "I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting, never mind the names."

THE MOSTE ANCIENT AND MOST NOBLE HOUSE OF BONES-POTTER-LOVEGOOD

Dear Madam Isaacs

I extend formal and courteous greeting to your Ancient and Noble House. May I begin with the assurance we bear you no malice. We seek your intercession as the largest shareholder in the Holyhead Harpies. As you may know, our family has spent much of the last decade abroad. While aware of the ongoings generally in Magical Britain, there has not been need to address many of the rumors circulating about.

With regret, I must inform you that one exists among your employees. Ginevra Weasley, who sports the #9 jersey during game play, frequently wears the POTTER name. My 5-year old son, Christopher Daniel, who enjoys Quidditch as much as any child, had cause to view playback of your game versus the El Paso Cactii. He was shocked to see the Potter name on Miss Weasley. Wanting to know if she is related.

While cordial with some of the Weasleys, due to a longstanding dispute, Miss Weasley is not one. I prefer not to put the details in writing at this point, but we strongly desire your employee play under her own name. There has been, previously, disgrace attached to the family however that certainly is no longer the case. Know that we have attempted to handle this through our Weasley friends, obviously to no avail. What is more, your employee has no claim to the Potter name. Feel free to put any public spin you wish, but Madam Isaacs, the matter must be resolved to our satisfaction. And, please forgive the urgency, but immediately.

Yours in magic

Susan Amelia

Ginny snorted contemptuously "They've called the boy Bones. Not Potter."

"This is not a laughing matter, Miss Weasley. The Potters are not answerable to you, or even me, as regards their relationship." Gwenog's retort was harsh. Was there a chill in the office? She continued "Let's face it, no one would give a rat's arse if you wanted to appropriate some Knockturn Alley urchin's name. The Potter family is a triple threat …no quadruple… rich, famous, political and the press. Like Mrs. Potter suggests, offer some neutral reason, but the Potter jersey is not to be seen in public."

Ginny frowned and argued "You can't control what I wear on personal time."

"You are part of the team. Under contractual obligation to not embarrass the Harpies. It would be assumed that, rightly or not, a player in gear is officially representing the team. Don't even wear it in your bedroom if the curtains are open. The ownership is serious in this. Am I clear?" this was not a friend talking to another. Captain Jones was giving an order After a few seconds she repeated "Am I clear?"

Ginny got up with a snap, but nodded curtly "Can I go?"

"Weekly offseason workout for Chasers on Thursday. 5am. Be ready to sweat." she tried to conclude with some standard routine. Ginny stormed out, visibly agitated.

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Holyhead was mostly unaware, even, that the Gwenog-Ginny meeting had occurred. The few that even saw the Chaser arrive and depart were ignorant of topic discussed. Offseason became preseason. The usual five games were unremarkable, though the star Chaser was observed by announcers to be more intense. Usually known for scandal-digging, even reporters thought a jersey difference as uninteresting, if they even noticed. The Harpies split the first pair games of the regular season. It was against the Kenmare Kestrels from Ireland the situation broke down. Ginny was fouled by a Kestral Beater, well that was how the Quidditch books report it. History has it different. In the play, Ginny's Weasley jersey was ripped and eventually fell off. Instead of the click-bait of a topless girl, the result was everyone seeing her Harpies Potter Jersey. The Harpies won the game, but that was an aside.

The game was still in full swing "A reporter does not get in to the owners' suite." A very large wizard with SECURITY across his chest snarled down at the small blonde witch.

The visitor smiled up vacuously, though her tone was cold "I'm here today just for the Quibbler, as my credentials indicate, but just under a pseudonym. I'm Luna Bones-Potter-Lovegood and you will escort me to Evanna Isaacs. If not, the matter will be before the Wizengamot in an hour."

"If you're lying to me, I'll eat you for breakfast." He waggled his wand in front of her nose.

She countered "It's closer to supper than breakfast." Before the game ended there was a decision how to handle the situation.

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"We'll make the playoffs we keep this pace!" Ginny was gushing to her teammates as they approached the lockerroom.

Their celebration was interrupted by a young staff member "Your pardon ladies. Miss Weasley, please accompany me."

"Ahh… sure …just need a quick shower." The star Chaser acknowledged.

The teen witch shook her head nervously "I'm very sorry ma'am. My orders were now. Exactly as you are. Madam Isaacs and the other owners here are waiting. The ones here anyway. Please."

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"Madam Isaacs. Hello." Ginny greeted politely, as well as "Mr. Williams. Mr. Finnegan." And the one lesser owner she despised "Draco."

And it was him that began the meeting "Pleasant as always to see you, Ginny. And on behalf of the 79 percent ownership present, congratulations on the win."

"And what can I do for you all?" she asked, deliberately ignoring a certain other presence in the room.

Madam Isaacs took the lead "Your mutual loathing with Mr. Malfoy notwithstanding, I was under the impression that the matter of appropriate public gear was addressed, Miss Weasley."

"So, you're the cause of this, Lovegood." Ginny sneered accusingly at her former friend.

Luna looked back owlishly "Under the circumstances, I believe Mrs. Potter is more appropriate."

"How DARE YOU!" the player snapped harshly "I deserve MY happily ever after. Harry deserves one with ME! I deserve one with MY 'preferred' life partner! Known as Harry! Not with anyone else whatsoever!"

"HAR-RUMPF!" Madam Isaacs ended the rant "While unconventional, Mr. Potter's relationship with his wives is not illegal, nor immoral: And even if it were, it is not the place of the team …owners or players… to comment upon such. I trust that statement has no ambiguity?"

Looking around, Luna finally nodded "I believe our agreed methods would be inadequate. I would see the Potter jersey put to the flame. Here. Now. In front of me."

"There is nothing in our player contracts that can even be remotely interpreted for us to require that, Mrs. Potter." Mr. Finnegan spoke in a manner intended to diffuse tensions "Perhaps something in the middle? We could offer to secure Miss Weasley's objectionable clothing …say… for the duration of her play with the team?"

Ginny glared at the blonde witch "You bloody traitor. You knew Harry was mine! Back to when we were little kids. I should KILL you!"

"Nobody's killing nobody, Weaslette." Said Draco with scarcely disguised contempt. He stood and approached her. Then his face contorted in blind terror and he threw himself to the ground.

Ginny's wand came out already glowing green "You have sowed the crop. Now reap the whirlwind that is 'Dark Lady Nirvana' AVADA KEDAVRA!" It was aimed at Luna.

"NOOO!" the word filled the mid-sized conference room. That the blonde witch remained alive was a combination of the fallen Draco kicking at Ginny's legs and the aging Madam Isaacs throwing herself into the path of the curse. The Harpies' managing partner was dead before her body hit the floor.

Having lost her grip on her wand, and now facing several, the murderer did the only thing she could. Disapparate. *pop*

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Minerva McGonagall had clearly been devastated, but she spoke clearly and calmly "Today I say goodbye to a dear friend. Teeny, as I called her …I'm sure few even knew that… was two years ahead of me at Hogwarts. She got Second-Year Minny over the hump of Defense that year. I did well enough in First, but was failing that year. Teeny did not so much teach me the material as teach me how to learn. I last saw her at the game previous to her death. Both the fact, and manner, of her death were deeply shocking. However, now is not the time, I close as I began. Farewell Lady Isaacs."

"I am Harry III, Count of the Moste Ancient and Moste Noble House of Bones-Potter-Lovegood, I hold this and other titles by right of birth or marriage." The most famous wizard in Britain was speaking to the crowd of mourners "This day I bow in humble thanks to Iason, Baronet of Ancient and Noble House of Isaacs. Who, without the sacrifice of his noble mother, it would be Susan and our children mourning the murder of Luna. My sorrow for your loss knows no bounds. And we are in your debt."

Though still not formally vested, Iason Isaacs returned the bow "I thank you for your words Count Potter. Right now, we continue to hope for swift justice."

"In connection, m'Lord" Harry gave the grieving son the honor above his station "knowing his presence would be unwelcome this day, Squire Weasley sends a letter offering his deepest regrets. He does not expect, or seek, pardon for his daughter's deed. The Squire thought, initially, that resigning the Weasley seat on the Wizengamot would be an acceptable demonstration. After discussion among the family, the decision was to offer House Isaacs an unconditional proxy for a period of three generations. Last, the Squire renounces the right of sanctuary until a trial and verdict have been handed down."

Surprise rippled through the attendees. The new head of the Isaacs replied cautiously "The matter has both legal and political ramifications. Meeting with Squire Weasley at this time has no appeal. Perhaps through a gobetween? Yourself perhaps?"

"I think my wife, Susan, would be the choice to handle that, sir. If you have no objection. She's the family expert there." He exchanged a glance with the redhead, who nodded.

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Harry had noted the presence of Draco Malfoy, but other than an occasional glance toward the former Slytherin he didn't bother. The post-funeral luncheon included about a hundred adult wizards and witches along with a few dozen children of varying ages. Harry mixed with different mourners, sometimes with Susan, or Luna, or both, or one or more of their children, during those couple of hours. He wasn't sure exactly when, but his former classmate left the main room with the host.

"Minerva, nice to see you as always." The former student smiled and nudged a small boy's shoulder "It's alright Jimmy, she's the boss of Daddy's old school. Introduce yourself."

She took the proffered hand and smiled "A pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Potter."

"Hi." He said quietly then sought the safety of his father's pants.

Looking back up she said "Your speech included a number of things I could not have said."

"Will that be five points from Gryffindor, Professor?" asked Harry, coldly.

The Headmistress reacted as if slapped "You misunderstood completely! I agree with and suppo- - -"

"James! Get down!" Harry's demeanor changed suddenly. All his Quidditch training and Auror experience took over. He simultaneously swept the boy's legs, had his wand out producing a shield and tackled Minerva.

An instant later several spells struck a far wall and a panicking Draco Malfoy, running barely slower than the magical fire, crossed the hall, dodged several people and burst out the main doors. All the guests demanding "What was that?!"

"Luna! Sue! The kids alright?" he had his left hand on his son's back, holding him down, wand in his right. "How are you Professor?"

The decidedly late-middleage witch got to her feet cautiously, the prior burgeoning argument forgotten "My thanks, Harry. Though I look forward to an explanation as to why it was necessary?"

"Selene and Dan are fine." Luna said from nearby, she was on a knee similar to her husband's crouch.

Susan was further away, body in a fetal position under a chair, protecting an infant "Minor hurt back! Ami fine!"

"Right. I'm the Auror." Said Harry, rising to his full height. Eyes, and wand, locked on the source of the spells. When the host came out. It might have been phrased as a question "Well …Mr. Isaacs… care to explain yourself?"

Initially Iason sneered, then his expression softened, pocketing his wand "I apologize to everyone for my outburst. Malfoy thought it was a good idea to bring a threat from 'Dark Lady Nirvana' Mother would never have forgiven me if I allowed him to remain."

"I'm afraid I will need a little more than that." Harry's tone was cold. But anyone who knew him was aware of the fury at a threat to his family.

The new head of the Isaacs offered a curt, and slight, bow responding "Lord Potter, my family appreciates the effort made at mediation. Weasley's request is rejected out of hand. Discussion on reparations will not even take place until I receive the head of Ginerva Weasley. Our House wards will be set at lethal level against the presence of any Weasley."

"There are laws regarding such." Harry didn't think it was the time to correct a mistaken pronunciation.

To that, Iason nodded "I will call an emergency meeting of the High Council to speak on the matter. Now everyone. I thank you for attending. The family is retiring." The formal Head of House cloak billowed as he departed.

"Don't move til I look at that, Sue." Harry rushed over to his red-haired wife now that the crisis had ended. He tore open her robes and examined it clinically. After a quick glance around, and a smirk at his older children, he flipped open the fabric exposing her ass briefly and gave it a light pat "Looks good, luv."

She yelped at the childish giggling and spun around to sit up, while cradling the baby. Blushing, she declared "Get us home and we'll discuss that further!" There was more childish giggles, including from Luna.