Author's note:
To Qhristhian: The whole thing with brain damage was just to justify the ongoing gag of Dpahne hitting Harry and Draco. Also, Harry does not enjoy being hurt constantly. The thing he enjoys is making Daphne lose her shit and he sees the pain as a necessary sacrifice. Another reason I added it is as a tension breaker. It was meant to relieve the seriousness from his talk with Dumbledore since I want this to be a lighthearted story overall. There is a reason they seem immature despite being over eighteen and in college. This is because Harry, Draco, and Daphne are all particularly socially immature. None of them have had many friends growing up and this causes them to act like a bunch of kids at times when they would normally be more mature.
To rmw5763: Don't worry. Junior is going to get his ass handed to him sooner than later.
Additional thanks to IsakDemn and StarRacer42 for the positive reviews.
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Chapter 7: Hogwarts High Court and Going Home
"On today's episode of Hogwarts High Court, we have the defendant, Harry Potter, being sued by his sister, Rose Potter, for failure to attempt a familial relationship," Tonks announces. "She is seeking a payment of Christmas with the Potters over winter break. Harry is countersuing on the basis of being abandoned. He is seeking her to fuck off and let him go back to the States. As usual, presiding over the case is the Honourable Judge Sirius Black along with impartial guest judge, Tracey Davis. Rose Potter is being represented by her friend Katie Bell and her dazzling cousin, Nymphadora Tonks. The defendant is being represented by his dumbass friends, Draco Malfoy and Daphne Greengrass."
"Hey!" Draco shouts in outrage. "You can't call me a dumbass when you are announcing this like a tv show trial!"
"I can do whatever I want," Tonks says. "Sorry, little cousin, but we all know I am Uncle Sirius' favorite."
"Sustained," Sirius agrees as he hits his gavel on the gavel hitting disc thing. I probably should know what it is called, but I don't bother with crime shows enough to care.
"Wait, how is Harry's friend an impartial judge?" Rose asks from her spot next to her advocates.
"Well, I am more Daphne's friend than Harry's," Tracey says. "I don't really care how this ends up since I am not personally invested in his whole relationship drama."
"What the hell, Tracey?!" I shout. "I thought we were friends!"
"If we were really friends, why aren't you paying me a million dollars for this trial nonsense like Draco and Daphne?" she asks.
"You are a judge!" I exclaim. "It is just bribery if I gave you money! I was already planning on doing it you afterwards. Well, I guess I won't since we apparently aren't really friends."
"Wait, what?!" she shouts before banging her gavel. "Harry wins! End of trial!"
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"Okay, now that Tracey's judge status has been revoked, we can all proceed with the trial," Sirius says.
"It's not my fault I didn't think we were friends," Tracey sulks in her seat next to Daphne. "You always want to hang out with Daphne, not me."
"Tracey, you spend almost every waking moment with Daphne," I say. "Hell, I bet you two sleep in the same bed, so you are literally together every second of the day. How on earth could I spend time with either of you alone? To be completely honest, I thought one of the cornerstones of our friendship was teasing your girlfriend together."
"Does that mean you will still give me the money?" she asks hopefully.
"No, you are dead to me now," I reply.
Tracey visibly deflates as Daphne pats her on the head. "Don't worry," the blonde girl tells her. "I will split my million with you."
"Thank you, Daphne," Tracey says as she hugs her girlfriend. "You are always so nice when Harry is so mean."
"Of course," Daphne says before she glares at me.
"How am I the bad guy when she was the one saying we aren't friends?" I ask. "I am the victim here!"
Tracey peeks out from behind Daphne and sticks her tongue out at me. The little faker!
"Are we not going to address the fact that Harry aapparently has millions of dollars to pay his friends to be a part of his bullshit trial?" Rose asks.
Shit, I forgot I was supposed to be hiding the fact I am disgustingly rich. Selling advanced alien tech really rakes in a profit.
"I gave him five million dollars the other day as repayment for missed birthday and Christmas presents," Sirius says.
"How on earth do you have five million dollars lying around?" Rose asks in bewilderment. "Mom does the Black family accounting for you."
"It is called creative saving," Sirius replies. "I know the Black family assets better than even Lily. I can manage to hide a trust vault to finance extravagant presents for my godchildren. I might let her manage it, but it is still my money. I can do whatever I want with it."
"Then why are you hiding it?" she asks.
"Because Lily would just nag me," he says. "Sirius, grow up. Sirius, be a better example for the kids. Sirius, don't forget your appointment at the cardiologist. Boring! I am a grown man and she's not the boss of me."
"Have you ever told her that to her face?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.
"Nah, kid," Sirius says with a look of horror on his face. "She'd snap me like a twig."
We all burst out laughing at the big bad professor scared of a single redhead.
"Opening arguments if you please," Judge Black finally says. "Rose Potter's advocates first."
Tonks stands up in her black suit with a purple dress blouse and looks extra professional with the pair of sleek glasses she was wearing.
I just want to take a moment to point out that everyone seemed to find a lot of muggle clothes very fast. Weren't wizards and witches supposed to avoid muggle stuff? How on earth did everyone seem to already have fitted suits that matched their personal styles? My team had a matching aesthetic of black suits and dark green dress shirts while Katie had a red dress blouse and Rose had a pink one.
I wouldn't be surprised if Sirius had something to do with it. He was surprisingly supportive of this particularly dumb method of settling the dispute I have with Rose. I bet he got everyone's measurements and had their outfits overnighted from London or some bullshit like that. He is way too into this.
"Your honor, my client is guilty of nothing more than to spend time with her family," Tonks says as she stands up and leads the prosecution. "She has never had the chance to know her younger brother, Harry. No matter how hard she tried to connect with him, he always seemed to be putting space between them without giving her a chance. That is why we are pushing for his guaranteed attendance at Potter Manor for winter break."
"Objection, your honor!" Draco says. "The prosecution is being intentionally misleading with their opening statement."
"Include an explanation in your opening argument," Sirius responds.
"As we have just seen from the prosecution, they are entirely willing to distort the facts in order to come out on top," Draco says. "My client is a simple man with simple desires. He just wants to go home for Christmas and spend the holidays with his family and girlfriend. However, the prosecution is attempting to entrap him into attending festivities with people he has no connection to and no desire to form one with. To him, the Potters are strangers who share his last name. That is why we are filing for a cease and desist against Miss Potter. It is our hope that she will let Harry decide whether or not he will engage in his own time."
"Intriguing," Judge Black says. "How does the prosecution respond to the notion that Mr. Potter has no preexisting ties to the Potter family as a whole?"
"It is a ploy designed to prevent attempts at reconciliation," Tonks replies. "Mr. Potter wants to pretend as though there is no connections to stop my client from nurturing the bonds between brother and sister. It is not her fault that they were separated before they could be around one another."
"A compelling point," Judge Black says. "What does the defense say to the accusation that Mr. Potter is smothering any chances at reconciliation?"
"We would like to dispute the prosecution's use of the word, Your Honor," Draco says. "Ms. Potter has made many attempts to interact with Mr. Potter over their months at Hogwarts. However, none of these attempts have shown a concern for my client's personal feelings on the matter. It is an established fact that Ms. Potter attempted to lock my client into a classroom in order to force a confrontation when he had established a pattern of avoidance. This demonstrates Ms. Potter's willingness to escalate and disregard my client's independence and right to make decisions for himself."
"I would like to point out that my client had to resort to such measures when Mr. Potter would not engage in a civil exchange to make his wishes known," Tonks replies. "The defense appears to believe that my client is a mind reader and could ascertain Mr. Potter's wishes despite never being able to engage with him in a conversation."
"The point stands, but I would ask that the prosecution stick to using facts to support their case," Judge Black says. "Now, how does the defense respond?"
"I would ask the prosecution if Ms. Potter ever tried to introduce herself," Daphne says as she takes over for Draco. "I don't mean that she tried to assimilate my client into her family. I am questioning if she ever fulfilled the basic introduction expected from someone my client has never met before."
Tonks starts sweating at the realization that Rose might be a little more impulse than she can successfully defend. "My client was in shock from discovering her younger brother," she says. "She was not in a logical state of mind. After all, how should one be expected to react upon learning of an unknown sibling?"
"Yet, here we are in a trial where logic and reason reign supreme," Daphne responds. "So, why is it that her demands have not changed even when her reason should have returned to her by now? By trying to force my client into a family he does not want to be in, she is alienating him by her own hand! You cannot fit a square peg through a round hole and expect it to be fine. Only a child thinks that way."
"Oh damn," Judge Black says.
"Oh damn indeed, Your Honor," Daphne says. "I motion for the prosecution's suit to be dropped on insufficient grounds. My client didn't need to be the one to reach out. It should have been Ms. Potter all along. The only reason she failed is because she believed that my client was obligated to reciprocate."
"Agreed," Judge Black says before he bangs his gavel. "Case dismissed. Harry Potter will return to his home in the United States for the winter break and Rose Potter will desist in her attempts to change his mind. I hereby declare this court adjourned."
Draco and Daphne immediately high five each other after earning their seven digit bonus for getting me through the trial. Still, as I glance over at the other table, I see Rose looking down at the table in defeat. Despite her being older than me, it felt like I was bullying a kid when she reacted this way. I guess she must still be kind of immature after living a sheltered life with the Potters for all of these years.
As Tracey began to pester Daphne about her part of the money, I walk over to Rose and her friends. Tonks and Katie were trying to console her to the best of their ability, but from the shaking of her shoulders as she starts to cry, I can tell that it isn't going well. Her friends glare at me as I approach only for me to ignore them.
When I reach Rose, I don't know what to do. So, I just awkwardly pat her on the back in a way I hope is soothing?
"When we get back in the spring, I wouldn't be against talking or something," I begrudgingly say. "You don't seem all that bad. Kind of like a dumb puppy, but that's okay. I am not making any promises about the rest of the Potters though. They could die in a ditch for all I care, especially James Junior. God, I hate that guy. However, you kind of seem a little too pitiable to hate."
Tonks and Katie give me looks that say, 'What the fuck?"
I don't know what they want me to say so I shrug. I started talking and that came out. It's not my fault that it was the only thing that came to mind. I am just as confused as they are.
"I am like a puppy?" Rose asks as she looks at me with her teary eyes.
I don't know why she focused on that out of everything, but whatever. For some reason, I can't help but see her as a giant human puppy after I mentioned it. My usual weakness to cute things activates and I just give up.
"Yep," I say as I pat her on the head a couple of times. "Let's go with that. We can hang out or something after break if you want. I might as well give you a chance."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she cheers as she jumps up and glomps me with a hug that sends me falling to the ground with her clinging to me. Yep, definitely a human puppy.
I just continue to awkwardly pat her head as she snuggles into the hug. Everyone's laughter is kind of hard to ignore, but I try my best. Part of me is annoyed by this whole thing. However, it wasn't the worst experience.
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"Hahaha!" Bella howls as she rolls on the couch with laughter. "She really tackled you like a puppy? That is hilarious!"
"It was more weord than anything," I say as I try to ignore her amused jabs into my side to spark a reaction. "It is kind of awkward when a girl suddenly starts squeezing me like that."
"Oh, did little Harry get a stiffy from his big sis hugging him?" Bella teases with a sadistic little smirk. "You must have loved having her wrapped around you."
"God no!" I shout as I bop her on the head. "Why did you have to make it a sex thing? That is so disgusting!"
"Who says it wasn't a sex thing already?" she asks as she keeps messing with me. "I wouldn't be so opposed having a threesome with a lucky guy and one of my sisters. It is always fun to do some experimentation."
"We both know that's not true," I say before I flick her on the nose. She reels back and holds her nose defensively as she shoots me a glare. "I don't see you as the kind of girl who would share. Secondly, you care about your sisters way too much to ever see them like that."
"Fine, ruin my fun, why don't you?" she grumbles with a pout.
"I will stop when your fun doesn't include joking about sleeping with our sisters," I say. "So besides being a massive degenerate, how have you been lately? Anything exciting happen to the ole Bella Bella?"
"Um, not much," she says as she starts to look around the room. "Just normal classes and stuff."
She is way too smart to think this will work. Some part of her has to realize that I will notice her avoiding my gaze. Why would she be avoiding a subject? We talk about everything together. Unless...
"Oh, does my dear Bella Bella have her eye on a boy?" I ask with a grin as her face lights up with a blush. Despite how much she might tease me, she is less experienced with actual romance than I am. After all, I have a girlfriend while Bella hasn't even gone out on a date before. This means I can finally put her on the back foot. "So you do! Come on, girl! Tell me about the dream boat! Have you been doodling his name and yours in a heart during class instead of taking notes? The people want to know!"
"Knock it off!" she shouts as she shoves me. However, I weigh a fair bit more than her so it doesn't actually do much. "There isn't anyone!"
"Come on, Bella Bella," I say. "We tell each other everything. I have even told you about my girlfriend, Hailey. You can trust me."
She is quiet for a while before she finally speaks up. "There is a guy," she admits. "We talked a lot during the Valentine's Day Dance that Slughorn set up. He was really nice."
"Color me intrigued," I say. "Ooh, what house was he? It's probably not Slytherin since you would want to be the only schemer in the relationship. You don't seem like the type to go after a Ravenclaw. They would be too bookish for your tastes. A Hufflepuff? No, they would be kind of boring for you. Oh, you sly snake! You were wooing a Gryffindor, weren't you?"
"He was doing most of the wooing," she mumbles.
"Interesting," I say. "So, he is confident. Not a lot of men would have the balls to go after Bellatrix Black, the strongest witch in her year."
"He was really charming, more than I ever gave him credit for," she says. "It is usually such a hassle talking to guys. But with him, it was so easy. It reminded me of talking to you, to be honest. Everything just clicks with you."
"I am quite awesome," I agree humbly. "You seem like you enjoyed talking to him a lot. Is that all you did, or did you go a little further?"
"A lady doesn't kiss and tell," she says with a mock glare before her features soften and a smile spreads across them. "Are all first kisses like that?"
"Only the good ones," I say with a smile of my own. It made me happy to see Bella so carefree. It always seemed like she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders whenever I talked to her. It would lighten for a minute while we talked, but it was always back the next time. That's what made her smile so special. It's like she didn't need me to feel happy for a moment. Part of me was bummed at not being the only person she could confide in, but the bigger part was overjoyed that she had found someone new she could depend on. She deserved the world and that was more than I could give her. "It felt like that with Hailey. It's like everything is different when nothing has really changed."
"Does that ever go away?" she asks.
"Not if they are the one," I say. "Who is the lucky guy?"
"His name is-"
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My thoughts are interrupted by the door of the train compartment opening. I turn to see that it was Hermione, the girl I had saved from the troll. I hadn't really talked to her since Halloween beyond checking if she was okay after it all happened. It wasn't to be mean or anything. I just got caught up in my own stuff.
"What are you here for, Granger?" Draco asks as the boy looks up from the quidditch magazine he was reading. "You want something?"
"Um, I was just wondering if I could sit with Harry," she says before her embarrassment at being the center of attention seems to get the better of her. "On second thought, I should find another compartment. Sorry for intruding."
"You can come in," I call out as she was in the process of closing the door. She stops and opens it slightly to see if she heard correctly. "We have plenty of room in here. I don't think the others mind that much, right?"
I get a chorus of halfhearted grunts and hums in confirmation. I am really glad that our friend group had escaped the common blood purity prejudice that seemed to run through a lot of the student body, Slytherins in particular. Tracey was a halfblood like me, Daphne was always taught to judge people by their usefulness instead of their pedigree, and Draco was tainted by his Uncle Sirius enough to not inherit his father's beliefs. Apparently, the older Malfoy used to work for Voldemort. I don't hold it against Draco though. His mom is apparently Bella's sister, so he gets a free pass as her nephew.
That doesn't stop me from swatting him to make him scoot over and make room on our side of the compartment. He scoots closer to the window as I take the middle spot and offer Hermione the seat closest to the door. Tracey and Daphne just glance over before returning to their own reading.
The bookish Gryffindor follows the suggestion and sits down next to me before pretending to read a book she retrieved from her bag while waffling back and forth about whether or not to talk to me.
"Just say what you want to say," I tell her as I slip my bookmark into the material engineering book I was reading. I needed to try and get ideas on how to improve my geological processor to better produce synthetic khyber crystals. As it stands, they still suck. I tried to use one in a training lightsaber and it exploded within minutes. "I can practically hear your thoughts from here."
"I just wanted to say thank you," she tells me as she finally stops pretending to read her book. "You saved me from that troll. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there. I probably would have died."
"No problem," I say. "It was what anyone would have done."
That night was important for more reasons than Hermione could realize. The first is that I had unlocked part of my Force connection. After the breakthrough I had against the troll, I was able to use rudimentary Force telekinesis. I had tried to reach the blockage again, but it was escaping my grasp. The heightened emotions from the attack were probably the only reason I managed it in the first place. Still, it was a step on the road to figuring out what I had hidden from myself.
The other big outcome was the ability to sense shatterpoints. These were moments when fate itself was able to go in radically different directions. Yoda told me how a Jedi master in his time, Mace Windu, was able to sense shatterpoints as well. However, Master Windu was far more skilled than I was. I hadn't sensed a shatterpoint since Halloween with the troll. Yoda's guess was I was only sensitive enough at the moment to sense major shatterpoints that would have widereaching consequences. Since these are not very common, it means that my ability was dormant for the moment.
I was dragged out of my own thoughts when Hermione asked me a question I didn't hear at all.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I asks. "I was just caught up in my own thoughts for a second."
"I was wondering if you had any plans for the break," she says. "My family is going to stay in for the most part. We are going to have some of my extended family over for Christmas though, so that should be fun."
"Nothing much," I admit. "I am going to do some tinkering and catch up with my girlfriend. Professor Black is going to drop by as well since he wants to check in. Apparently, he wants to meet my family and what I get up to out of school. Asshole probably just wants to get Hailey's autograph."
"What was that last part?" Hermione asks. "You kind of mumbled it."
"Oh, it's nothing," I say. "Hey, Draco. What are you going to get up to?"
"Quidditch practice," he says. "My skills have already gotten rusty enough after not touching a broom for months. Those shitty school brooms are worse than not flying at all. Besides that, my family is having our annual New Years ball. It is sure to be a massive social event, a massive waste of money, and a massive pain in my ass. Thankfully, Daphne has to go to it too, so I won't be alone in my torment."
"It is going to be dreadful," Daphne agrees. "Tracey gets to escape it because it is for pureblood families and she is just a halfblood. Her parents work for mine, so they aren't their own house. Lucky bitch."
"Yep," Tracey confirms. "I get to lounge around all night while Daph and Draco rub elbows with a bunch of old fucks."
Hermione accidentally laughs at Tracey's joke, but is surprised when no one got annoyed at her. Jesus, how socially stunted is she?
The rest of the ride is peaceful until we arrive at King's Crossing. As I was in the process of retrieving my trunk, I feel a heavy weight suddenly drop onto my back. I catch myself so I don't fall, but I toss a dirty look over my shoulder.
"You could wait until I was ready, Hailey," I say as I look back at my girlfriend's smiling face.
"Hello to you too, Harry," she replies. "Don't mind me. I am just refilling my Harry meter after being apart for so long. You would not believe how annoying my school was! I got hit on every day by dumbass guys who thought they were hot shit because their family was rich. Don't even get me started on my cousin. Jesus Christ, she is such a bitch."
"Let me at least finish getting my stuff before you continue complaining about your extended family," I say. "It is nice to see you, but it is kind of hard to grab my trunk with you on my back."
"That's okay," she tells me as she hops off of my back. "I will just go and see how much progress you have made on my little request."
As she disappears into the crowd, I am confused for a moment. What request?
Oh, shit. The harem nonsense. She is going to kill me when she realizes I was lying about that. Wait, I have Daphne as my smokescreen! I can just claim I was going for quality over quantity.
"Good!" I hear her say as I finally get my trunk. "I found them all!"
I turn around to see that she had somehow found and retrieved Daphne, Tracey, and Hermione from the massive swarm of wizards and witches. I have no clue how she knew who they were since I never mentioned their names or appearances. Sometimes I wonder if maybe she is the Jedi instead from how well she can sense stuff at times.
The three girls just looked kind of confused how they had gotten here from wherever Hailey grabbed from.
"You didn't have to grab my friends," I say with a sigh. "You are a little too invested in this whole idea."
"Harry, sweetie, love of my life," she says as she steps up to me and gives me a smile with a sharp look in her eyes. "Please take this to heart. I need Yoda to cool it with the birth control sabotage. I don't want to pump out a dozen babies to replenish your order. So, you will either go with my plan, or no sex."
"What were you saying about a harem again?" I ask. "That sounds super neat."
I folded like a damn house of cards. That was one ultimatum I did not want to underestimate. Since Hailey and I progressed in our relationship, I learned sex is super fun. I also learned no sex is super not fun. I am a simple man and she knows it.
"Good thing we are finally on the same page," she says before she pats my cheek and turns around to address my female friends. "Okay, girls! Who is interested in one day having Harry's kids? Romantic relationships are optional, but you will be expected to act as part of the family."
Hermione's brain seems to temporarily have trouble working, Tracey just bursts out laughing, and Daphne gives a long suffering sigh. Not for nothing, that is exactly how I expected them to react.
"This again?" Daphne groans. "I had enough of this from Potter. I did not need his girlfriend to do it too."
"There, there," Tracey says as she pats her girlfriend on the back. "I think it is kind of sweet. She just wants a large family."
"More like Yoda wants a giant family," Hailey grumbles before regaining her former enthusiasm. "So, how many kids should I put you each down for?"
"Zero," Daphne says. "I am dating Tracey. I do not plan on sleeping with Harry."
"That's the best part," Hailey says as she channels her inner salesman. "You don't need to sleep with him or even be in a romantic relationship. All you need to do is make a commitment to being a part of the collective family unit and contributing one or more children. In vitro fertilization technology has reached a point where it is easy to create an embryo from a harvested egg and a sperm sample before implanting it into the mother. You never even need to do the dirty with Harry."
"I think Daphne and I aren't at a stage in our relationship where we are ready to consider kids or anything major like that," Tracey says diplomatically while Daphne looked like she was deciding the best way to injure Hailey. "That seems like a big decision to make, especially since it seems as important as marriage."
"You are right," Hailey admits before transitioning intot he next stage of her pitch. "However, have considered how great of a father Harry would be? While you might not be ready for kids in the near future, there is the fact you both will want kids at some point. I doubt magic is advanced enough to facilitate such an undertaking easily. As such, it would be good to establish a trusted donor to ensure the best future for your children. Harry is the whole package. Rich, smart, handsome, athletic, and with a decent personality. He is like the holy grail of sperm donors. After all, you would also get access to paternal services since he could help in raising any resulting children as well. Just imagine it. Sleeping in and waking up to find Harry cooking breakfast for your kids as he chats away with them. Seeing him read the little tykes bedtime stories as they drift off to sleep."
What kind of nonsense is Hailey saying? And why on earth is it working?! Daphne and Tracey both have far off looks in their eyes as they seem caught up in the future Hailey is selling. How can a pair of lesbians not be interested in me sexually but still feature me in their househusband fantasies? How do they even have househusband fantasies?!
Hailey doesn't even have to try with Hermione. I realize now that the girl might have developed a crush on me after I saved her from the troll. Hailey's sales pitch isn't doing her romantically inexperienced mind any favors if the massive blush and stuttering is any sign.
I just scoop up Hailey and toss her over my shoulder like a sack of flour. It is probably a good idea before she convinces any of them to start signing contracts. I carry my struggling and cursing girlfriend away towards Carla who is cackling at the hilarious scene she just witnessed. At least someone found it amusing.
As I was walking towards the exit after finally setting Hailey down, I catch a glimpse of the Potters reuniting. Out of the different members, only James Senior noticed me. His gaze locked onto mine across the bustling flow of people.
Neither of us made any move to interact besides that one moment where our eyes met. The best way to describe it was a conversation in a single glance. In that instant, we both said to stay out of each other's lives.
While I might have been angry at the sight of him before, I was warier than I used to be. I needed to know more about the secrets he was hiding before I ever wanted to confront him. As I kept walking, I remembered the last thing Bella had told me in my most recent dream before I woke up.
"His name is James Potter, Siri's friend."
I might not know how he is involved in whatever happened to Bella all those years ago, but I'll be damned if I don't find out.
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Author's note:
Bam! The first half of Harry's first year is wrapped up! Now I just need to write up the Chirstmas chapter before the big day!
Apologies if this chapter was kind of all over the place. I was trying to wrap up any plot lines I still had running before the new year, so I hope it wasn't too chaotic of a read.
To anyone wondering why I made decided to go the way I did with Rose, it is because I thought it would be funny. That is a major reason I do a lot of things in this story: for the kicks. I pictured her losing the trial and being sad enough from the points made to begin crying a bit. Then, I thought it made her seem like a sad puppy. The rest is history! It also fits in with her being so insistent for trying to connect with Harry. Just imagine a puppy desperate for attention. It even blends in with the future Potter family dynamic I will expand on in the future.
The Christmas chapter after this will be the last update for this year. I just want to let everyone who reads this know how thankful I am that they enjoyed this story so far.
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