Chapter 48

Best Laid Plans

To say Harry was frustrated with medical restrictions would be an understatement. Still he tried to keep busy. Instead of a morning run he hit the library. After several months of intensive searching, he was quickly coming to the frustrating conclusion that Hogwarts did not have any reference of crying lighting. Such realizations did not calm Harry's frustrations much. He made short work of the auror training manual. Tonks found a middle ground and for training Harry moved back into an instructor role freeing Tonks and Remus to follow up on the tracker. It was actually very reminiscent of the DA the year before, but no need to be secretive. Free time then was split three ways between the snitch charming, class studying, and the rest went to Ginny, who was also feeling the countdown to O.W.L.s. Harry continued to study with Ginny and Luna and often Colin now, trying to give him the advantage of those exams the year prior. Hermione, Ron and Neville would occasionally need to remind Harry to study for his own class work. Of entertaining news Nimbus owled, wanting to set another photo shoot for Ginny in early July after school.

Friday, 19 April 1997

Percy's turn in the cue finally came up, "For deposit." he reported to the goblin as he laid down the coin sack and piece of paper for his banking information.

"Wand check sir."

Percy drew his and let the goblin scry it. "Happy to help sir" the teller said in a tone of voice conveying the opposite.

"Yes sir, it seems Mr. Weasley would like to have a word with you."

Percy raised an eyebrow. As much as he could without moving his head he looked from side to side. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "Very well then, lead the way."

Again, Percy was led to Bill's office. Bill greeted him like any of his other clients. Both of them kept facades up until the door closed.

"Thanks for coming," Bill welcomed as they sat back down.

"Communication is a two way street, of course. Logic suggests this has to do with my previous warning?"

Bill nodded. "We're taking it seriously, all of us. However, none more than Harry."

Percy nodded in understanding. "That's to be expected."

Bill took the folder and handed it out to his brother. "There's a part we need you to play."

Percy accepted the folder and began reading through the contents. "He's kidding, right?"

"I don't think Harry's ever been more serious."

"This is illegal, William!" Percy shook the folder in irritation.

Bill sat back and smirked, "Compared to espionage?"

Percy opened his mouth in protest, but couldn't. So he took a breath, sat forward and tried another tack. "They would be able to go anywhere, in the whole damn world, Bill."

Bill laced his finger and sat forward as well. "I think that is very much the point, Percy. Weren't you the one that literally sent four aurors after him to see if he was good enough to protect Ginny?"

"Well, yes, but I meant in a combative sense, clearly. This is a war."

"Exactly! And Harry is admitting that there may come a time where it gets so bad that the only safe plan is to get out of it! Frankly, I'm happy he has the sense to think of that." Bill rose behind his desk and leaned on his chair to burn off his frustration. "Really Perce, I do not understand you sometimes. One does not put a man through the gauntlet like you did, declare him victor, then question the method he wishes to use to protect our family. Because I'll remind you; Ronald is included with this, Hermione too. This is far from some lover's runaway they are planning. This is what you asked for, a plan to protect them. Harry doing what he so often does. He's doing it bigger and better than anyone planned."

Percy closed his eyes and sighed in surrender. "Fine, I will do it. But for this I'll need to… encourage personnel."

"Harry's authorized funds." Bill opened, grabbed a black velvet bag, and plopped it in front of his brother. "That's a thousand galleons. Let me know if you need more."

The first real surprise came Friday afternoon, with Ginny running ahead of the other Marauders with a copy of The Daily Prophet. "You did it!" she cheered as she leapt up and tightly hugged him.

"Er… okay… great! What did I do?"

Neville smiled, "Hannah heard from her dad and I got an owl this morning."

"Me too," Susan confirmed, " and Ernie's dad flamed."

"About what?" Harry asked again. Ginny finally gave him the paper.

SCRIMGEOUR ALIGNS WITH LORDS

Minister Scrimgeour announced a new direction in the war today. "I have been hesitant to revert to the traditions of our past as I have always believed it is the duty of every mageborn to look forward. But, as a wise house lord recently reminded me, people also deserve to be safe. Therefore, I will be inviting the Lords and Ladies of our great magical houses to come together in an united security force. What Riddle seeks to divide and destroy we will unite and defend and we will not be afraid.

"Merlin," Harry whispered in disbelief. "I don't even care that he's stealing lines I said. He's doing the job!"

For the first time in a while it felt like they had reason to celebrate. It was a month past the spring equinox. Miraculously, they weren't even called up on a deployment. After dinner it was high time for another walk around the lake.

"You did it, Harry. You actually aligned the Ministry and the Houses." Ginny beamed as they walked arm in arm. "I mean, I know the war's not over and I know there is a long way to go-"

"But this turns a corner." Harry finished with a smile. "You don't feel like we're doing this alone anymore."

"Exactly!" she exclaimed, "This is what I meant when I slapped the Old Man and said you're the one in charge." As if in judgement roar of thunder from the heavens seemed to correct Ginny as soon a spring storm began raining down on them.

"That has to be a coincidence," Harry dared. "I refuse to believe the Old Man can control the weather."

"Bollox," Ginny wined. "I wasn't near ready to head back yet." She started walking until Harry held her hand and kept her.

"Where are you going?" he asked, but he asked with his cocky grin showing. He looked even more handsome in the spring shower.

"I may have worn Sirius's jacket but that doesn't mean… What do you have in mind, Lightning?" Ginny asked, now very much not caring about the rain coming down.

"Do you trust me?" Harry asked with full cocky grin.

It was reflex. Ginny didn't even need to think. "Absolutely."

She laughed as Harry led her by the hand off the path to the tree line, then looked around for a small clearing. Again he flashed a smile as he drew his wand, this time he even twirled it with flourish. Then he kneeled and set his wand upright like a candle and cast, 'Scumtum tectumque.' From his wand a blue shaft of energy climbed up, then ten feet up it started to spread out into a dome growing all the way to the ground around them. Ginny looked up through the invisible barrier to see the rain wash over the dome like a window pane. Harry took his wand back then quickly cast drying spells on the interior of their new shelter and their clothes.

"I've missed this one Harry." Ginny smiled, clearly smitten.

Harry took his camp blanket out of his bag and laid it out. "From Sirius's journal. It's an upgrade of our shield spell. Sirius called it a 'shield shelter'. He said, 'There's no sense in getting soaked in the rain, pup'. Not movable, but you get a good shelter for the night."

"For the night?" Ginny smirked as she sat down next to him.

"Yes, for the night." Harry smiled. "Sirius wrote he could get his to last about eight hours. Long enough for a good night's rest and head out for the next day. Even manage the temperature as you like. And yes, you'll forgive me if I'm not quite as bashful anymore. We crossed a few bridges." he said as he gently rubbed her cheek. "I'll claim a few of those boyfriend privileges sometimes."

Ginny closed her eyes, used her hand to press Harry's closer to her face and leaned in. "Good," she said with a smile. Then she quickly slid over and laid back with Harry using his bicep as her favorite pillow. The pair looked up and watched the rain just wash over their magical shell. It was even better than stargazing as the pitter patter of the rain hitting the dome had a calming effect on both of them.

"I'm glad you found Sirius's journal," she said. "It feels like you got a piece of him back."

Harry nodded. "Yeah, the letters are nice, and he was right, the spells do feel highly useable. Like I can see where this or Notice-Me-Not could come in handy. Not like cornflake skin or kumquat ears."

Ginny giggled. "I trust you see the value of a bogey bat hex?"

"I never doubted it, but you know, we have grown up a bit."

Ginny giggled again in agreement.

Harry gave it a moment, tried to push it away even. Finally he asked. "Did you mean the other thing you told the Old Man?"

"I told him several things, babe."

Finally Harry asked the question, "Do you think I'm the Chosen One."

Ginny took a deep breath and rolled so lay on Harry's chest still and look at her favorite emerald eyes. "This time… for you… let me think and choose my words properly," she began with a deep breath. "To me, and for a while now, since like early D.A. days, you've been first and foremost 'Harry' to me. In the last few months, I'll admit sometimes I think of you as 'my Harry.'

"You're entitled to." Harry confirmed with a smile.

"Well my Harry is a kind, clever, funny, smart ass. Good quidditch player, great fighter, and the last true gentleman. A man I feel very lucky to be promised with." They exchanged a smile, then Ginny continued. "Well my Harry has a lot of jobs, and titles. He's a House Master, he's Cadet First Class, he's Team Captain, and yes… he is the Chosen One. And I think that means you have an important part to play in the war. I think that's something to respect, but I'm not in awe about it or anything. I will always be happy to slap senses into you Potter." she grinned.

"I wouldn't have any other way, Gin." Harry said and he gently combed her hair with his fingers.

"Harry, how long does this spell last again?" she asked curling back onto his

"Long enough you might as well get comfortable babe."

Saturday, 20 April 1997

Everyone slipped into morning breakfast clearly still riding the high from the previous day's news. Then came the second sunrise during morning mail. As the owls flew overhead a bird of pure blackness pierced through air above.

"It's Kuriiri," Hermione said, "Viktor's raven."

"He uses a raven instead of an owl?" Neville asked.

"The raven is a very prominent and important creature to Durmstang so it is actually common over there." Hermione explained as everyone smiled. "What? We've been exchanging letters for two years. You don't think I asked him the same?"

Kuriiri glided down and dropped an envelope by her plate. She quickly tore off a piece of her toast and held it between her thumb and forefinger for the bird. Kuriiri quickly took the food and swallowed then quickly flew off and away.

Hermione quickly opened the letter and started reading, "Oh… oh dear…" she gasped.

"Mione, babe," Ron reminded. "You're reading, not talking. What did he say?"

Hermione shook herself and began again aloud:

Hermione,

An extra letter is always welcome from you. I recognized your sketch immediately. Her name is Delphini Lestrange, she … she is a unique witch. She is skilled, cunning, very clever, perhaps even rival to yourself, and you know I respect your intellect. I remember she was particularly apt and aggressive in Dark Arts and also a skilled potioneer.

She qualified to be one of the representatives for the Tournament… but she declined. That is why I recognized her so easily. It was one of the very few moments that the stood out and made attention for herself. It was not unusual for students to decline out of fear, but that was not the case for her. I do not know why she declined but she was not afraid. It was so peculiar, it stuck in my mind to this day. She was very much a solitary woman. I can not think of anyone whom I would safely call a friend to refer you to regarding her.

If your path involves Delphini Lestrange, walk it with caution.

Also feel free to write more often, I am aware of the war on your isle. It does me well to know you are still well. Tell Ronald he earns my gratitude.

Fondly,

Viktor

"Lestrange? There's another Lestrange? No way." Ron shook his head.

Harry was more concerned with the mate on his left. "Neville, how are you doing?"

Neville's jaw was fixed and he left hand squeezed into a tight fist. "I'm not great, but I'm here. I'm pissed, but I'm in control. Punching bag is getting another round later."

Harry gave Neville an understanding nod and brotherly slap to his shoulder. 'Alright, before we go off half cocked here. Let's do the math. Bellatrix was in Azkaban for fifteen years."

Hermione looked at Harry with concern. "You said yourself, she looked twenty."

As asked, Ginny worked the math, audibly. "Alright that pin said class of '95. That would put her in Fleur's grade, which would put her born '76-'77. I know Bellatrix was married. I don't remem-"

"Rodolphus." Neville replied coldly, which garnered the looks from the others. "Please don't act surprised that I've studied up on this stuff."

"Right," Ginny said softly. "She didn't go to jail till '81. It could work."

Harry held up his hand. "Humor me, because the last thing I want is another damned Lestrange on the planet. Nev, when did Bellatrix graduate?"

"1970." Neville answered easily, yet annoyed.

"That puts her at around 25. Harry that's…"

"That's well within normalcy." Harry finally admitted, mostly to himself. "Who raised her? Her parents were in prison for a decade and a half!"

"Um… Harry, " Ron said almost apologetically, "I'm really sorry about this, but look at you mate. Your parents were gone. The Malfoys, Carrows, or any other Eater could have made arrangements for someone up near Durmstrang."

"The Lestranges were some of Riddle's strongest supporters. After his first defeat it would make sense to hide her." Hermione nodded.

"And likely why she didn't fancy coming to the tournament." Ginny agreed.

"I really don't like this… at all…" Harry said.

"Me either," Neville agreed.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I need to burn off some frustration." Harry said as he rose.

"Good bloody idea." Neville said.

"Yeah, go, do what you need to." Ginny nodded with a touch of concern as Harry kissed her head.

"Neville, you take the bag first. I need some air, I'm taking another lap around the lake."

Harry didn't make a simple lap around the lake… he did it twice, trying to run out the frustration. His parents gone, Sirius gone, Neville's parents worse than that, Susan's family, Hannah's mum, all gone. Bellatrix's baby? Alive, well, and keeping up the family tradition of being an evil bitch. On his jog back to the gym he found Neville just and sweaty as he was leaning against the wall by the bag.

"How you doing mate?" Harry panted.

Neville just waved his level hand 'so-so'.

"I wouldn't expect more. I'm going to go shoot something. You want to come shoot stuff with me?"

"Merlin, yes!"

The pair made their way to the Room of Requirement. Harry set it up for a circle drill. "After the Department of Mystery, I came up with this for practice getting surrounded," he explained. The Room spaws a target somewhere on the circle. We shoot it. If we don't soon enough, it starts shooting stingers. It continues to go faster and faster until it actually gets you."

"Right," Neville said, makes sense. "Any reason you didn't put us all through this?"

"That whole 'it doesn't stop till it shoots you' thing. Believe it or not, not everyone is keen to sign up to a guaranteed hit." Harry explained with arms open as he walked backward into the circle.

"Just a stinger? That's nothing." Neville shrugged as he joined Harry in the center. They instinctively fell back to back.

"Figured you would think that." Harry said, "That's why I invited you."

Quickly they started shooting the targets as they appeared. With the pair of them the first few rounds were quick work.

"So let's clarify something, Nev."

"What's that?"

"I'm not 'arresting' Riddle." Harry said plainly.

"You've made that very clear."

"Good." Harry nodded with satisfaction.

"Harry…I'm not 'arresting' Bellatrix."

"Oh hell no mate, I'm happy to help," Harry chirped. That elicited a small chuckle between the two of them.

"Just so we're clear." Neville said.

"And I doubt very much if Gin's going to let Lucius Malfoy survive this war. She talks more about Riddle, but I know she is still none too pleased with that blonde bastard."

Neville shrugged, "Can't say I blame her there."

"I knew who the Marauders were when I offered seats." Harry clarified between shots. To me the only question was; who's apparating, who's side-alonging?"

Neville shrugged. "Agreed."

Harry finally got to the heart of the matter. "So today, we learned who one of the other bitches we have to go through is. In the grand scheme of the war, does it change anything?"

"Nope." Neville said coldly.

"Damn right." Harry agreed.

Later that afternoon a very tired and sweaty pair of blokes returned to Gryffindor tower. Ginny excused herself from her studying with Mel and came to meet them. "How are you two now?" She asked with concern but mixed with hope as they did seem improved.

Harry looked to Neville as frankly he was more concerned about him.

Neville nodded his head and held hands up in surrender. "I'm not perfect, but I'm decent. Let me get cleaned up, I'll go visit Hannah, hang out in 'Puff or something. I'll be fine. Thanks though," he said to both of them before heading for the boys tower.

"And how's the one I'm actually dating?" Ginny smiled.

"Neighborhood of decent." Harry said with a wavering voice. "Sorry, I just-"

"Harry, relax," Ginny said, taking his hand. "You took a news shock. You needed time to process. So you took a few hours to exercise and work through it. Compared to your old tactic of bottling up everything, babe, this is so much better."

"Thanks, Gin. I'd kiss you if I weren't a mess."

Ginny smirked. "Harry, we're athletes and cadets. When have I ever cared about that?" and without giving Harry a moment for his mouth to mess anything up, Ginny kissed him hello. Harry was most definitely smiling after that. "That's better." Ginny said with a grin.

"I love you," Harry snickered.

"I know," she said with a wink. "But hit the showers now and we'll have the evening."

Refreshed and changed, came down to see the other three comfortably sitting around the table. Hermione paging through a book while Ron and Ginny passed a snitch to each other and seeing if the other could catch it.

"Oi, play seeker one bloody time and now you're acting like one full time?" Harry greeted and he grabbed the snitch in midair.

"Meh, we'll see if I let you have that next year." Ginny threatened.

"Yeah, I think my captain's badge may help with that." Harry laughed as sat down and threw the snitch over to Ron.

"We'll see if I let you keep that, too." Ginny winked.

"You two," Ron said, shaking his head. "I'm waiting for you to make a competition out of breathing."

Harry and Ginny looked at each other for a moment and shared an expression… but let it go. "Nah," they said in unison.

Harry caught them up with he and Neville's day. Hermione shook her head but smiled. "Surprise, you and Neville need to blow off steam so you resort to the punching bag and shooting things. That is just so… muggle Harry."

"Says the muggle born!" Harry laughed. "What's wrong with that?"

"Not a thing," Hermione agreed. "I'm with Ginny, happy to see the change."

"Hey Mione," Ron said as he looked over. "So Harry and Neville teamed up, each focusing on different areas."

"Rather analytical point of view but yes, Ron, I understood that." Hermione smiled, thinking Ron was being funny.

Straight faced he continued. "Why can we do that with the scry snitches? Instead of one massive charm on the jewel, we separately charm the snitch and the jewel then assemble them together?"

Ginny and Harry paused and looked at each other.

"It couldn't be that simple… could it?" Ginny asked.

Harry thought for a moment. "I really can't see the problem. Miracle?"

They all turned to look at the brightest witch. Hermione thought through it quickly… more importantly she was smiling. "The jewell holds the scry charms, snitch holds the hiding charms… there's no reason it wouldn't!"

They bolted out the portrait door.

"Let's do this clean." Hermione led as they got to the workshop. "Harry, Ginny wipe the old charms off the jewels please."

"Yes ma'am," they said in unison out of reflex.

"Ron, prep a few snitches."

"Way ahead of you." Ron nodded.

Hermione actually went back several rough drafts prior to combining the spells together into and took out her notes for the individual spells.

"Jewels." Ginny said as she delivered them.

Ron came to her side with the snitches in hand.

Hermione charmed the jewels which glowed brightly with energy then calmed as they absorbed the power. Then she repeated the process as on the snitches.

Harry wasted no time and quickly assembled the parts. "Display ball." he asked for as Ginny handed him the crystal ball they knew he'd need. "No reason it shouldn't work. Ron wanna play suspect?"

"Absolutely!" he smiled.

Harry threw out the snitch focused on his mate. It hovered steady. Harry charged the crystal ball in his hand. Ron appeared in the glass. Both girls smiled widely as Harry ran the tests. "We're receiving." he said cautiously. "Move Ron. Give it something to track."

Ron chuckled as he started dashing back and forth across the classroom. The scry snitch followed. Without warning Ron took off running out the workshop and into the training hall, Ron was followed every step of the way, now laughing maniacally. Slowly and carefully, but finally, Harry confirmed. "It… works… It bloody works!" The three others ran into the training hall after Ron and met up in the center. All cheering and whooping in celebration.

They ran several more tests with each of them being the tailed suspect. The snitches were all but invisible and tracked flawlessly.

Professor McGonagall was quick to write the hall passes and adjust the charm for the tower. Harry and Ginny took their position under the invisibility cloak outside the Room of Requirement again. Harry was consciously controlling his breathing to try to keep himself calm and in control.

"You okay babe?" Ginny linked privately.

"I am … focused. We both know he's up to no good. We both know people are going to get hurt from it. We need to figure out what and stop it before they have a chance."

"I know Harry," she linked, taking his hand and gently rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb, a simple gesture for calming affection. "We're working the case. This is a good plan."

Harry nodded. "I know. It's …"

"It's important. You care. You want to keep people safe. You're being the protector again." Ginny smiled.

Harry grinned. "Getting tired of that yet?"

"No, never," Ginny shook her head. "You wouldn't be you, if you weren't trying to help."

Soon the footsteps on the stone filled the air. Reflexively the pair checked and held the cloak steady. They also held their breaths as soon Draco Malfoy emerged around the corner. This time there was no question, his skin was paler and he had trimmed down an already slender form. While Draco paced back and forth to summon his room, Harry took the scry snitch from his pocket and knelt down to be close to the edge of the cloak. Harry grew eager with anticipation as wanted the Room's doors emerge. Again, Draco looked down every hall to ensure he was alone. Finally, he opened the door. With his seeker reflex Harry threw the snitch, in a blur it leapt towards the opening above Draco. Harry aim was perfect. The snitches speed was better than hoped, it was all but invisible as it flew straight and true…into the red arcane force wall between the two doors. The speed of impact decimated the snitch into fragments as Draco closed the door behind him. The only thing to survive was the control jewel which fell to the floor, along with Harry's hope.

Harry fell to his knees. They crashed hard onto the stone, sending jolts of pain into his body. Truthfully he couldn't care less. He seethed in anger and frustration. The good fortune they had in the field seemed to be balanced out in their own backyard. He balled his fists tightly and trembled in rage.

"Harry?" Ginny called as she knelt to his side and took one his fists in her hands. "I'm not going to think less of you if you yell. Godric knows I'm pissed off right now too."

Harry shook his head showing he heard her. But he still needed a moment to control himself. His emotions were obvious, but his voice was even handed and controlled. "Too bloody often I've been the one that goes off half cocked. Last year, I tore up a good portion of the Old Man's office, and he stood there and encouraged me. At some point, I need to be better." he turned to look at her hot chocolate eyes and freckles like specks of autumn. "At some point you deserve better."

"Harr-" Ginny began to explain.

"Man Becoming, right?" Harry interrupted. "It's not just confidence and courage. It's self control… or at least it bloody well should be."

Actually, at a loss of words for once, Ginny just nodded. Kissed his cheek and hugged him.

"There's another angle." Harry said. "There's another way, we're just not seeing it yet. In the meantime." He threw a second scry snatch up to hover and watch the door itself. Then charged its hiding charms. "At minimum we keep a more visual watch on the Room."

The weeks started to regulate. As finals came closer the work increased, Luna and Ginny appreciated the experience they had earlier this fall in rush studding Muggle Studies. It was good practice for Owls. Harry kept his appreciation that he was between O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s years to himself. He knew karma was a bitch and he had enough trouble in his life. As the weather got better he led as much time outside to study as possible. Last summer had gotten Harry addicted to fresh air and sunshine and he was happy to claim it when he could.

To her credit, Hermione applied herself to broom flying. Ron was a superb teacher. He was also kind enough to let Hermione further practice legilimency. She was breaking through his simpler shields quicker and quicker every session.

Thursday 9 May 1997

They were in one of their sunlight study sessions when they got a link from Tonks. "Where are you? I have a break."

Harry and Ginny dashed to the Training Hall. Tonks already had a map laid out on the table." She held up Harry's compass. "Sorry it took so long." Tonks explained passing the compass back. "I'd apparate in as close as I could then track the charm as far as I could then I'd lose it. So I added a warming notice on it and every time the charm was detected again I'd start tracking it again." Harry and Ginny nodded along. "I admit I thought maybe faulty charm work, but then," she raised a finger, " I realized. I think a fidelius was getting in the way. We were only getting a charm when it was walking in and out from an apparition point."

"Okay, good to know, but what did you find?" Harry asked in excitement.

Tonks pointed to the map, "Dorset, Lestrange Winery, it's an old holding of the family, no longer being woked… but not unoccupied."

"How do we want to play it?" Ginny asked.

"Well, warrant requests are damn near useless. But if I can get a visual, or confirmation of known Death Eaters there, already existing warrants, then the equation changes."

Ginny and Harry at each other. She shot him a look that said, 'up to you'.

"Sarge, what if I could get you a map of that including a real time listing of who is on site?"

Tonks cocked her head to the side, surprised. "You have my attention, Potter."

Harry grabbed it and layed out the Marauder's Map. "Welcome to one of my secrets of success. I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Before her the map drew to life.

"Harry… I knew you had some tricks, but this is fantastic."

"Your boyfriend helped make this one." Ginny grinned.

"What?" Tonks asked surprised.

Harry turned the pages, showing the original Marauder's names. "Moony." he said, pointing at it. "The original Marauders made this one. Remus knows I have this. This is how I knew Malfoy got the Head Boys room in Slytherin and how he was using the Room of Requirement."

Seeing the names move across the layout of the school Tonks immediately could see the tactical uses. "What do you need and how long to create one of these for the vineyard?"

Harry grinned. "That's partly what we developed the scry snitches for. Hermione estimated less than an hour."

"Even if the map is bust, we've confirmed the actual scry displays work." Ginny reminded.

Tonks started pacing. "We have the location. You can give us the recon. I trust our taticall ability. If we could add the element of surprise…"

"We could take the fight to them for once!" Ginny realized. "Not just run to the rescue!"

The ladies both smiled and looked at Harry. He grinned, "Let's give em hell."