章節 12: Chapter 13
Harry smiled to himself as he walked out of the Department of
Magical Education. He'd gotten Outstandings on both of his OWLs.
Professors Vector and Babbling would be pleased. He wondered
what they would work on now that these silly exams were over with.
His wonderings were brought to an abrupt end when someone
carelessly stomped around a corner and bumped into him quite
forcefully.
Harry grunted in irritation as both of them lost their footing and fell to
the floor. Honestly, was it so damn hard to pay attention to where
you were going?
"Sorry." The woman who had so unceremoniously crashed into him
muttered with a rather angry sounding sniffle.
"Penny?" Harry asked, blinking in surprise as he recognised the
former Hogwarts Head Girl.
"Harry?" The now identified Penelope Clearwater said back in the
same tone.
"Are you okay?" He asked with a frown, noticing that she looked
simultaneously angry and about to cry.
"I'm fine." She asserted, not very convincingly it had to be said.
Harry frowned some more. She was quite obviously not fine. He
could pretend that he believed her. It was probably none of his
business anyway…
… But Penny had done her best to look after him back when he had
been a prickly eleven year old with an all around unpleasant attitude.
She had warned him about Bryanna's little seduction plot, which he
could admit to himself might have turned out a lot more messy if he
hadn't known to be wary of it. He'd feel like an arse if he just left.
"Do you want to get something to eat?" He offered.
Penny had resisted at first, but he'd insisted and she'd relented. Now
she was using a fork to push the remains of her meal around
morosely, anger seemingly giving way to depression.
"Do you want to talk about whatever is bothering you?" He asked.
"Not really." She mumbled.
Harry frowned. This was not at all like Penny.
"Maybe I can help?" He ventured.
"Can you make the world fair?" She asked bitterly.
"Penny, what happened?" He pressed.
"Reality happened." She went on in the same bitter tone. "You know
I'm a muggleborn, right?"
Harry nodded silently, already having a good idea where this was
going just from that one question.
"Well I never really fit in with that world. Always had my nose stuck in
fantasy books or daydreaming. Getting that Hogwarts letter and
learning that magic was real was like a dream come true. So I did my
best to learn as much as I could, because I wanted to be part of it.
All the teachers kept telling me what a bright future I had ahead of
me, the bloody liars. Not one of them thought to mention that my
muggleborn status was going to have more weight than anything I
did."
"I see." Harry sighed.
"Oh it gets worse!" Penny went on, getting angry again. "You
remember how I put Malfoy in detention at the start of the school
year?"
Harry furrowed his brow in thought and nodded. He did remember
that the blond moron had been trying to start something or other
again and gotten slapped down for it by Penny.
"Well apparently he found it so offensive to be punished by a
'mudblood' that he went crying to daddy about it and Malfoy senior
made sure that I won't be able to get a respectable job anywhere in
Wizarding Britain."
Harry sighed again. He wasn't even surprised that they'd be that
petty. The fact that Malfoy senior's arm was long enough to manage
that was a bit of a surprise… but not that much of one. He'd already
known that a lot of the jobs open to muggleborns weren't respectable
even without his interference after all.
"Then the little shitestain had the stones to write me a letter to brag
about it!" Penny continued, seething. "He even suggested that I try
the whorehouses in Knockturn Alley if I'm looking for something
'appropriate for my station'!"
"Do you want me to throw him off the Astronomy Tower when
September rolls around?" Harry offered, only semi-joking. He'd
already taken one piece of trash out of the world with Pettigrew and
the younger Malfoy was not looking much better. Had he not been so
angry on Penny's behalf, he might have wondered at how seriously
he was contemplating homicide.
Penny was a nice girl and might have disapproved of that suggestion
under normal circumstances, but these were not normal
circumstances.
"Can you make it look accidental?" She asked instead, fondly
imagining the blond shite's bones shattering on impact.
"Probably not." Harry conceded.
"Better not do it then. It wouldn't fix my situation anyway, even if it
would be satisfying."
Harry nodded again, giving the situation some more thought. Even if
he didn't kill Malfoy, he was still going to make his life miserable. He
was sure that the Weasley twins would be agreeable to helping out.
He'd pay them for it even. He and Penny might never have been
super close, but he wasn't going to just let this go and he was sure
that Fred and George wouldn't take too kindly to their brother's
girlfriend getting shafted like this to satisfy that little idiot's ego either.
Actually, speaking of Percy…
"Where is Percy in all this? Weren't the two of you together?" He
asked.
"Not anymore we aren't." Penny spat, anger coming back to the fore.
"The jerk had the gall to suggest that I could've avoided this if I'd
been more careful with who I assigned detentions to. That's what I
was so upset about in the Ministry just now."
"Why am I not surprised?" Harry muttered to himself. Percy had
always seemed like the stereotypical brown nosing 'yes man' to him,
few though their interactions had been. He'd never understood what
Penny had seen in him, but hadn't cared to stick his nose in their
personal business.
"I guess I'll have to move to a different country. Either that or go back
to the normal world, catch up on my normal education and get a
normal job." Penny said despondently a few moments later. She was
obviously not excited by either idea.
Harry leaned back in his seat as he considered an idea he'd just
had. He'd thought about hiring a personal assistant of sorts a while
ago, but hadn't really put any effort into finding someone appropriate.
He'd imagined someone older and more experienced, but Penny had
been made Head Girl for a reason and that had to count for
something and the job shouldn't be beyond her abilities at this stage
anyway. She would probably also be more loyal since he'd be getting
her out of a sticky situation, which had been a concern of his.
"What if… I could offer you a job?" He said slowly, uncertainly. He
wasn't comfortable making decisions so quickly, but he wanted to
help her and the solution just seemed so convenient for both of
them.
"What kind of job?" She asked skeptically.
"I'm not sure what your actual title would be, but you'd essentially be
my personal assistant. You'd handle my mail, organize my schedule,
run errands for me, keep an eye and ear out for things I should
know, keep any secrets you learn secret, do research and similar
stuff." He explained.
"Is this some elaborate ploy to get me to sleep with you?" She
continued to ask skeptically, though there was a tinge of humor in it
too this time. "I've been hearing things about you this past year."
Harry huffed a bit, but was glad to see that her mood seemed to
have picked up a bit. "No, I'm being serious." And it was a good thing
that Sirius wasn't present, or else he'd have made a pun right about
now.
Penny was apparently convinced of his sincerity, but now looked
uncertain about something else. "I don't know, Harry… I don't think
I'm really qualified for something like that."
She looked disappointed and reluctant when admitting this, giving
Harry the impression that she wanted to accept but was compelled
by honesty to say it anyway. That was probably a good sign.
"You wouldn't have much to do just yet ." He admitted. "Things aren't
actually at the point where I need a personal assistant, but I'm
expecting it to happen soon enough. Plus, it'll give you time to get
into the swing of things and it makes my life a bit easier in the
process."
"I wouldn't be able to support myself just doing odds and ends for
you." She said with a sigh.
Harry frowned. He could offer to employ her full time despite the fact
that she would have very little to do until things picked up, but his
frugal sensibilities wouldn't let him be so wasteful even if it wouldn't
make a noticeable dent in his finances and he had a feeling that
Penny wouldn't be comfortable with that anyway.
"Alright, how about this then." He began, getting a new idea. "I pay
you a small fee and let you move into Potter Manor if you want,
where you will get free room and board. You handle whatever needs
to be handled for now and when the work picks up, I'll start paying
you properly. It'll be like an internship."
"Are you sure this isn't some trick to get me to sleep with you?"
Penny asked again after a moment of thought.
Harry rolled his eyes expansively. "Yes, I'm sure. My girlfriend would
undoubtedly kick my arse if it was."
"You have a girlfriend?" Penny blurted out incredulously.
"Yes, I do." He replied, deciding not to comment on her disbelieving
tone. "You'll meet her soon enough if you accept."
Penny bit her lip uncertainly. She really wasn't sure about this and it
definitely wasn't what she'd imagined herself doing, but it seemed
like a good offer and she knew that Harry was a good bloke.
And she didn't want to just bow her head and leave. It would feel too
much like letting the damn bigots win.
"Alright, I accept."
Soon after her acceptance, Harry apparated both himself and Penny
to Potter Manor.
"You can apparate already?!" She blurted out as soon as the
disorientation passed.
"Yes." He replied with a nod. "I'll be expecting you to keep that a
secret by the way."
"But the Ministry…" She protested weakly.
"Will do nothing." He interrupted. "Even if they learn about it, they'll
only cause a fuss for the sake of appearances. Trust me on this, I
have the word of an Auror on it."
"Okay, I guess." Penny mumbled, not sure what to think of that.
Eventually she just shrugged and decided to go along with it. After
discovering the way that justice worked in the Wizarding World, she
wasn't feeling too fond of the Ministry anyway.
"Teeny, is Sirius home?" Harry asked seemingly to the air.
The little house elf popped in immediately and began nodding. "Yes,
master Harry. He is being home."
"Good, can you bring him and Kreacher here?"
Teeny nodded compulsively and popped off to fetch the two of them.
A few minutes later, they were back.
"Alright, introductions." Harry said with a clap of his hands. "Penny,
you've already met the Potter family elf, Teeny."
"Hello." Penny greeted.
"Hello, Ms. Penny!" Teeny said back energetically.
"Next we have the Black family elf, Kreacher." Harry went on,
gesturing to the sour faced house elf.
"Hello."
Kreacher merely nodded silently.
"Don't be surprised if he starts calling you a filthy mudblood after a
while." Harry advised. "Don't take it personally either, it's just how he
talks. He calls me a filthy halfblood and Sirius a filthy blood traitor."
"O… kay?" Penny replied confusedly.
"And lastly we have the filthy blood traitor himself, Sirius Black.
Ostensibly, he's living here because he's my magical guardian, but in
reality he's more of a freeloader and comic relief."
"Why do you have to keep insulting me in front of all the pretty girls,
Harry?" Sirius demanded. "Are you afraid they'll like me better than
you?"
"Not much chance of that." Harry retorted. "Why would they like an
old man like you when I'm here?"
"Don't listen to him… Penny was it?" Sirius said suavely, turning to
the girl that his godson had brought for as of yet unknown reasons
and kissing her hand. "He's just jealous of my good looks and
distinguished maturity." Harry snorted derisively at the notion that his
godfather possessed any kind of maturity, let alone a distinguished
one. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your company?"
"Um, Harry offered me a job." Penny managed to say with a
flustered blush. She hadn't expected to be flirted with so blatantly.
"That thing we talked about a couple of weeks ago?" Sirius asked,
turning back to his godson.
"Yes, that one." Harry nodded. "Anyway, this is Penelope Clearwater.
She'll be living with us now and acting as a personal assistant."
"I would be delighted to give her a tour of the manor and help her
pick out a room." Sirius offered with his most roguish smile, not
batting an eyelash at hearing that they'd have another person living
with them.
"I'm sure you would, you reprobate." Harry fired. "But we need to
establish ground rules first."
"Ground rules?" Penny echoed curiously.
"Yes, ground rules. Firstly and most importantly, the basement is
absolutely off limits. I keep the door locked at all times anyway, but
it's still worth mentioning. There's a bunch of dangerous magical
artefacts down there and I don't want you getting hurt." And that
wasn't even mentioning the Horcrux or his personal workshop for the
times when he was fiddling with things both illegal and dangerous.
"Secondly, you'll notice that there is a specially marked off section of
the library. This is because the books there have been… ah…
liberated from the Black family library and are of a darker nature. You
can read them if you want, but don't be surprised if you come across
a book detailing the magical properties of human body parts as
potion ingredients or something similar." Harry wasn't inclined to
hoard knowledge, having long despised the Ministry's censorship. If
she wanted to take a look at those books, then she was welcome to.
Penny looked deeply discomfitted by this but nodded all the same,
privately deciding to stay well away from there.
"And finally, whatever you see or hear in this house you keep to
yourself. Is that okay with you?"
Penny agreed easily, there being nothing about that that she was
bothered about.
"Good. Since Sirius already offered, he can show you around. Feel
free to hex him if he makes a pass at you."
"Why I never!" The man in question huffed indignantly. "I am the very
soul of chivalry."
"Chivalry is just a fancy word for trying to get into a woman's
knickers through politeness." Harry sneered in retaliation.
"You really need to get that cynicism of yours checked out, Harry."
Sirius said with dramatic sadness, shaking his head at his godson.
"It can't be good for you to have such a bleak worldview."
"I'm fine with bleak." Harry shrugged.
Penny watched the good natured bickering with a bemused smile.
Harry was being a lot more open than she remembered him being,
certainly more open than he was with anyone his own age. Was this
why he had so much trouble making friends at Hogwarts? Because
he was more able to relate to adults than children?
She supposed it didn't matter now. Harry wasn't the sullen,
friendless, anti-social first year anymore and seemed happier, which
was what she'd been trying to achieve by looking out for him in
Hogwarts in the first place.
After the tour was over and Penny had chosen a room to move into,
she'd asked what she was actually expected to do now that she was
here. A moment later, Teeny dropped off a medium sized pile of
letters on the desk of the room she'd chosen for herself.
"At the moment, you'll mostly just be answering spam mail." Harry
admitted, gesturing to the pile. "Apparently, Dumbledore spent the
past few years refusing interview and meeting requests from various
reporters, Ministry bootlickers and assorted busybodies. Now that
Sirius is my magical guardian, all of that mail is going to him and my
dear godfather is sadly not as diligent or diplomatic as the
Headmaster."
"Guilty as charged." Sirius confessed. He just didn't have the
patience to read the letters of the many vultures clamoring for a
piece of his godson, much less politely decline. He was actually
more inclined to send back parchment with prank spells on it.
"So you want me to politely tell everyone to shove off?" Penny asked
for clarification.
"Pretty much." Harry nodded. "You'll still have to read through all of it
because there might actually be something important in the middle of
all that tripe, in which case you should bring it to me."
"Alright, that doesn't sound so bad." She said mostly to herself and
reached for one of the letters at random. Might as well get a feel for
what she'd be doing.
Her cheeks pinked as she skimmed over the letter.
"Err, this seems to be an invitation to, uh, spend the night." Penny
stammered out with a blush. "She also included a picture."
Sirius quickly snatched the letter and removed the attached
animated picture of a very nice looking witch in her late twenties.
"I think it's best if you brought these types of letters directly to me."
He declared authoritatively.
This got him deadpan looks from his godson and even Penny.
"What?" He demanded.
"Sirius, were you planning on taking that woman up on her offer on
my behalf?" Harry asked mildly.
"Of course." Sirius nodded firmly. "I'm your godfather, it's my duty to
protect your innocence from all these scarlet women, with my body if
I have to!"
"How did you ever convince my mother that you would make a good
godfather?" Harry asked, amused.
"James spent a month convincing her and she only agreed to it after
Alice Longbottom agreed to be the godmother." Sirius admitted.
Nymphadora Tonks had the look of a woman on a mission as she
barged through the front door of Potter Manor as if she owned it. In
her hands was a plastic black bag that betrayed no sign of what it
contained aside from its boxy shape.
"Oi, Sirius!" She hollered. "Where are you?"
A short time later, the incumbent Lord Black arrived, followed by a
curly haired blonde that looked vaguely familiar.
"Going after the young ones are we?" Tonks snarked. The girl looked
fresh out of Hogwarts.
"You're one to talk." Sirius snarked right back.
"That doesn't count, Harry's a guy." She countered.
Sirius opened his mouth to retort, only to close it and shrug. It might
be hypocritical, but the unwritten rules of the Bro Code stated that
the only acceptable response to a guy scoring with a hot older
woman was 'nice!'. There were no provisions for age, which meant
that Tonks was correct in saying that it didn't count.
"Well, Sirius? Are you going to introduce me to your young lady?"
Tonks asked with a smirk.
"She's not my young lady." Sirius stated. "This is Penelope
Clearwater. Harry hired her as a personal assistant because we're
both too lazy to deal with the mail his fame generates. She just
moved in a couple of days ago."
"Hi." Penny greeted, the remnants of an embarrassed blush on her
face from the insinuation that she was Sirius' girlfriend. She was
honestly surprised to learn that Harry was in a relationship with
someone like Nymphadora Tonks. The two of them just seemed so
different.
Tonks' eyebrows climbed up her forehead in surprise at that little
revelation. Had she been a more insecure person, she would have
been very displeased and jealous at the thought of having another
woman living with her boyfriend. As it was, she simply decided to
take it at face value. If Harry was having some hanky panky on the
side, she'd find out and react accordingly, but until then she'd be cool
about it.
"Wotcher."
"Harry's in the basement." Sirius informed.
"I know, he told me he'd be working on something today." Tonks said
with a nod. "What I need is for you to not tell him that I'm here and
keep him away from his room if he leaves his cave ahead of
schedule."
"Why?" Sirius asked, a bit baffled.
"Because it's the prat's birthday and like hell am I going to let him get
away with not celebrating it."
"You'll have a fight on your hands getting him to celebrate." Sirius
advised. "I wanted to throw a party for him, but he threatened to
send me to a dog shelter if I tried it. Not the most festive sort, that
godson of mine."
"That wasn't the kind of celebration I had in mind." Tonks smirked.
"Oh, I see." Sirius smirked back. "We'll do you one better then and
leave so that you have the house to yourselves."
"I suppose I could go visit my parents." Penny agreed, reflecting on
the strangeness of still being an eighteen-year old virgin while her
fourteen-year old employer seemed to have a very active sex life.
Percy had made some unsubtle hints about taking their relationship
to the next level, but she hadn't been comfortable going that far.
She'd been embarrassed by her own prudishness in the face of both
sides of the British society being very sexually open these days, but
now she was glad that she hadn't slept with the ginger jerk.
A short while later a still smirking Metamorphmagus stood alone in
the master bedroom. She pulled a distinctly muggle style laminated
cardboard box out of the black bag she'd brought with her and her
smirk widened in anticipation of putting the goodies in there to use.
Some assembly was required, but it shouldn't be too hard.
Especially since the hard part, the one that would have potentially
required professional help or power tools, could be solved with a little
bit of transfiguration.
Harry furrowed his brow in thought as he examined the bracelet in
his hands. It was a pretty thing made of silver, but that wasn't what
had him so interested in it. The magic in it was the real beauty.
Sirius had told him that it was of goblin make, which he could readily
believe as the enchantments on it were like nothing he'd ever seen.
Human made magical items had magic layered over the item,
sometimes to wondrous complexity if it had been done by a
particularly skilled caster. This goblin made bracelet however, had
magic woven into it. The goblins had obviously done the enchanting
during the actual forging process.
Harry imagined that this was far more difficult than merely
enchanting a completed item, but it was also far more impressive
and effective. With time, effort, skill and knowledge, human made
enchantments could be undone. Not so with goblin made magical
items. He couldn't even tell where the magic ended and the item
began.
He wanted this knowledge intensely, but he knew that the goblins
would be as jealously protective about that secret as wizards were
about wandlore. It was such a shame that both sides were blind
idiots, clinging to old hatreds instead of working together, but he
wasn't surprised. If the goblins were as obsessed with the past as
the purebloods, then it was no wonder that all they could do was
carp on about the old days and the old ways instead of looking to the
future.
Well no matter. The goblins had needed to figure it out for
themselves at some point too, so there was nothing preventing him
from doing the same. Whether he could manage the same feat or
even get around to it with all the other stuff he had going on was
another matter entirely, but it wasn't impossible.
Harry arched his back in a stretch and groaned at the satisfying
popping noises his spine made. He'd been hunching over the desk in
his private basement workshop too long. Again. A quick check of the
time confirmed that he'd spent most of the day down here. Again.
Sirius was probably going to worry about him for no reason. Again.
Might as well go upstairs and relax a bit, maybe read a book or
meditate on his Animagus form a bit. That was always a good way to
unwind a bit and he wasn't in the mood to try disenchanting another
item.
Giving his armpits a sniff, he decided that a bath was in order before
that. If there was one thing about his younger body that he missed, it
was the lack of offensive odours.
As he made his way out of the basement, Harry paid little mind to
how silent the house was. That was how it usually was since there
were only three people living in it aside from the ninja silent house
elves and the only one of them that was a noisy sort frequently left in
order to find himself a willing bed partner.
He was just approaching the door to his room when said door
suddenly opened to reveal his girlfriend.
"Dora?" He asked in bemusement, wondering when she'd showed
up.
"Harry, hi!" She chirped too cheerfully to be for real.
"What were you doing in my room?"
"Nothing."
"Really?"
Tonks huffed at the rank disbelief in his tone, admitting to herself that
it did indeed look suspicious. "Okay fine, so it was something."
"What was it?" Harry asked again, now amused.
The Metamorphmagus sauntered over to him sexily, her approach
somewhat ruined when she nearly tripped over her own feet, but she
pretended that it didn't happen. Then she went around him and
placed her hands over his eyes and whispered into his ear.
"It's a surprise. Want to see it?"
"I would love nothing more." He replied, going along with her games.
She proceeded to lead him to his own room while keeping her hands
over his eyes. The whole thing felt a bit ridiculous since they were
right there, but Harry figured that there was nothing to be gained by
pointing that out.
"Alright, you ready?" She asked once they were inside.
"As ready as I'll ever be." He replied, not bothering to hide his
amusement.
"Happy birthday!" She cried and removed her hands.
Harry stared at the new addition to his room. The ceiling had been
transfigured so that the wood paneling had holes through which
metal clamps had been attached to. And hanging from the clamps
was…
"A sex swing? You bought me a sex swing?" Harry asked with some
incredulity, having not expected this in the least. He generally didn't
care one whit about his birthdays, but this kind of present he could
get used to.
"No." Tonks denied with a straight face.
"Are you sure? Because that looks like a sex swing."
"I bought us a sex swing, so you'd better not use it without me."
"Aaah." He said back in realization, figuring that she must have met
Penny and this was some kind of subtle female territory marking
ritual or something. "You'd better show me the ropes then."
"What an appropriate thing to say." She smirked and began
removing her clothes.
It was a sunny summer day free of England's notoriously wet
weather and many people were taking the opportunity to enjoy it.
Among these many people were a trio of college girls who had
elected to save money instead of going on vacation to a beach
somewhere. The sunny weather was too perfect to waste and they
had decided to have an impromptu picnic in Hyde Park.
Their day took a bit of an odd turn when a pure black raven landed in
their midst and looked at them with beady black eyes surrounded by
strangely bright green sclera.
"Is that a raven?" The blonde of the trio asked, sounding a bit awed
at having the large black bird just drop in on them like this.
"It is." The brunnete confirmed.
"I wonder where it came from?" The redhead wondered. She was no
bird expert, but she did know that most birds would not simply land
this close to humans.
"Hello." The raven croaked.
"It spoke!" Blonde exclaimed in shock.
"Ravens can mimic sounds like parrots." Brunette explained.
"Wouldn't that mean that it was someone's pet though?" Redhead
asked, looking around as if she expected someone to come collect
the bird at any moment.
"Hello." The raven repeated.
"This is so cool." Blonde said with a grin. "What's that line about a
raven in a poem again?"
"From Edgar Allan Poe?" Brunette asked.
"Yeah, him." Blonde agreed.
"Something about a raven quoting 'nevermore'" Redhead said.
"Nevermore." The raven croaked.
All three girls stared at it in surprise and then giggled.
"I guess we're not the first ones to think of that." Blonde said, still
grinning.
The other two did not respond, because at that moment the feathery
visitor waddled over to Blonde and stared intently at her sizable
chest. Or more accurately, at the topmost button of her white blouse.
"Shiny." The raven proclaimed.
"I guess it wants your buttons." Brunette said, very amused as she
watched the black bird try to pry off the button.
"Or maybe it's a pervert." Redhead added, equally amused.
The raven ignored them with lordly disdain as it continued trying to
claim the button.
"I'd give you the button, but I kind of need it." Blonde said, also
amused. The blouse showed enough cleavage as it was.
The raven continued to struggle against the button for a minute
longer before apparently deciding that it wasn't worth the trouble.
Defeated but undaunted, it moved over to Brunette and started
tugging on the shiny metallic zipper of her jeans.
"That settles it, that bird is definitely a pervert." Redhead stated,
vastly amused as she watched the raven attempting to de-pants her
embarrassed friend.
"Hey, stop that." Brunette scolded, not wanting to actually attempt
physically remove the raven for fear of hurting it.
Much to her surprise, the raven did actually stop and made a
croaking noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter.
"You're a cheeky little bugger, aren't you?" She asked.
"Nevermore." The raven croaked and began pushing its head at her
palm.
"I think he wants be petted" Blonde suggested.
Bemused, Brunette did exactly that. Much to her surprise, the raven
visibly preened at the attention. In a matter of moments all three
young women were gently petting it.
"Hey, look out. There's a dog coming over here." Redhead warned a
minute later, warily watching the approach of an intimidatingly large
black dog.
"I think you'd better go." Brunette told the raven as if it could actually
understand them, not wanting it to get hurt.
Quoth the raven. "Nevermore."
All three women gave it queer looks and stood up, not wanting to be
so close to the ground with that dog approaching.
The raven stayed fearlessly on the ground.
Apparently with good reason, as the dog simply stopped once it
reached them and gave a gentle woof.
The raven made a short flight and planted itself on the dog's back so
that it was looking forward.
"Away." The raven commanded and the dog obeyed. Both avian
rider and canine mount quickly vanished in the nearby woods.
"Did that seriously just happen?" Blonde asked, sounding more than
a bit stunned.
The other two merely nodded mutely, still staring at the spot where
the two had vanished.
Sirius and Harry transformed back into human form as soon as they
were deep enough in the woods and immediately dissolved into
hilarity.
"Did you see the look on their faces?" Sirius managed to say through
his laughter, barely coherent due to his mirth. It was so bad that he
wasn't even making any sound, just convulsing wildly with his mouth
wide open as if he was howling hysterically.
Harry merely nodded, similarly incapacitated with tears streaming
from his eyes due to the force of his amusement.
The two Animagi spent a good five minutes regaining control of
themselves, as they would burst into another bout of laughter every
time they caught sight of each other.
"We still need to give you a proper Marauder name now that you're
an Animagus." Sirius was finally able to say, still red faced and bright
eyed.
"Sure, whatever." Harry shrugged. He didn't particularly care about
the whole Marauder thing, as he was pretty sure that they'd been
bullies as much as pranksters, but it made Sirius happy so he'd let
the man name his raven form.
He'd been so excited ever since he'd mastered the transformation
after all.
Flashback
"Alright, I guess you might as well attempt the transformation." Sirius
said in both pride and resignation. "It's insanely early, but you know
your form, you know as much about ravens as you're likely to without
being one and you've got better awareness over your own magic
than James and I ever did. If anyone is going to get this right, it'll be
you."
"Any last minute bits of advice?" Harry asked not really expecting
anything.
"Don't hesitate." Sirius said simply. "This isn't something that you can
do slowly. It'll feel strange the first time, but your magic will know
what to do so don't struggle against it. If you get scared by the
transformation and fight it your body will seize up and you'll die. If
you don't accept the animal within, your magic will turn on itself and
you'll go insane."
"Right, let's do this." Harry acknowledged with a nod.
He settled himself into the now familiar meditation, seeking the
animal inside. The presence of the raven in his mind had become
increasingly stronger the closer he came to mastering the
transformation, until he felt the pressing need to spread his wings
and fly.
He almost didn't notice when the transformation started, only alerted
by the shifting of bones and organs. It was surprisingly painless, but
definitely strange, as Sirius had warned him it would be. It was
deeply uncomfortable feeling his bones become hollow and frail, his
limbs spindly and weak, his teeth recede and his overall size
diminish, but he pushed ahead despite the instincts of his body
telling him that this wasn't right.
Even stranger was the mental aspect. Previously, the raven had
been a notable presence in the back of his mind somewhere, but
now it grew larger and stronger with alarming speed, overtaking his
human consciousness. Sirius' warning fresh in his mind, he didn't try
to fight or subjugate it and instead simply allowed it to happen. The
raven was part of him now after all and fighting against yourself
never turned out well.
Fortunately, the sudden flood of avian instinct subsided quickly and
gave way once again to human thought, though definitely tinted
towards birdlike and his emotions seemed oddly muted.
"Harry? You okay?" Sirius asked, looming over him like a giant.
Harry croaked back an affirmation, somehow not feeling overly
strange or awkward in his new form. Even the new field of vision
didn't feel too strange. Realizing that Sirius could not possibly
understand him, he nodded his head.
"Amazing." Sirius said, much impressed. "A month and you've
completely mastered the Animagus transformation from start to
finish. I've never heard of anyone doing it anywhere close to this
fast."
Harry croaked again and puffed up his chest proudly.
"You think you can manage to get on my arm?" Sirius asked, offering
the appendage in question as a perch.
Harry didn't think about it too much and simply lifted off the ground
with a flap of his wings. His landing was a bit shaky but successful.
He found that as long as he didn't think about what he was doing
when moving, it was pretty instinctual, just like being human really.
"Well aren't you a handsome bird?" Sirius asked, giving his
transformed godson a little scratch on the head.
Harry puffed up again.
"Full of yourself too." Sirius teased.
Harry decided to try out another thing that ravens were capable of. It
took a bit of doing to figure out the avian vocal cords, but it wasn't as
hard as he thought it might have been.
"Cunt." The raven Harry croaked.
Sirius gave him a look that was partly offended, but mostly just
jealous.
"You lucky bastard." He grumbled. "Do you have any idea how many
pranks you could do with a talking Animagus form? In fact, we've got
to use this right away!"
End Flashback
"Alright, I've got it!" Sirius announced, breaking Harry out of his
thoughts. "I dub thee Messr Blackbeak, son of Prongs."
"Really? Blackbeak?" Harry asked in a deadpan tone, staring at his
godfather with an equally deadpan look. "How… original."
"It's perfect." Sirius insisted. "Besides, it's not like the other Marauder
names were terribly original either. James was Prongs because he
had antlers, I was Padfoot because my feet have pads, Wormtail had
a wormlike tail, Remus is Moony because he's a werewolf and you
have a black beak."
"Right, because I'm the only bird with a black beak." Harry said
sarcastically.
"I'm not the only dog with pads on his feet either, so what's your
point?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, we'll call my raven form Blackbeak if it's
so important to you."
"Good." Sirius nodded firmly, looking terribly pleased with himself.
"Go forth and prank the world Messr Blackbeak."
"We've literally just done a prank." Harry pointed out, not being as
prank inclined as his godfather.
"You can never have too many pranks." Sirius argued but quickly
sobered up a bit. "How are you feeling though? Noticed any strange
urges yet?"
Harry frowned and thought over the day. It didn't take him long to
identify several things that he was fairly certain wouldn't have
popped up if he hadn't transformed. "I seem to have gained a
strange fascination with shiny objects and a dislike of closed
spaces."
"Not unexpected." Sirius said with a nod. "The dislike of closed
spaces at any rate, no bird would like those. You might notice others
over time, but like I said, it'll be subtle."
Gorefist glared at the five humans currently cluttering his office. That
was five more than he would have preferred.
"What do you want this time, Potter?" He demanded rudely. The
professional relationship between the Potter account manager and
the Potter Heir had long since gone past the point of politeness.
"I need to open another vault." Harry replied, unperturbed by the
goblin's tone. Not only did goblins dislike humans as a matter of
course, they also had little use for politeness in the first place. "The
deposit has to be ten thousand galleons and all five of us need to
have full access to it, but transactions or withdrawals larger than two
hundred galleons in one sitting or one thousand per month have to
be approved by me."
"Names?" Gorefist grunted.
Harry rattled off the names of the four girls. "I'll want the keys locked
to their use of course."
"That will cost you ten galeons. Each."
"I think you mean five galleons each." Harry smirked.
Gorefist glowered back. "Nine."
"Six."
"Eight."
"Five and I won't pay attention if an extra ten goes missing from my
vault."
Gorefist considered the blatant bribe for a moment and gave a
grudging nod. "Agreed."
"I'll also want monthly bank statements to be sent to Penelope
Clearwater."
The four girls twitched in surprise at hearing the name of their former
yearmate, but stayed silent.
"Fine." Gorefist grunted again and sneered toothily. "I will send a
goblin to the lobby to escort you to key manufacture, now get out of
my office and die in a fire."
"I hope your mother gets eaten by a dragon." Harry shot back and
motioned for the wide eyed girls to follow him out of the office.
"Fucking goblins." He grumbled once they'd left Gorefist's office.
"Is that…..normal?" Bryanna asked hesitantly, more than a bit
perturbed at the hostility between Harry and his account manager.
She'd never had any dealings with goblins aside from the tellers,
which were terse but not so blatantly hostile.
"Pretty much." Harry sighed. "Goblins have never gotten along with
humans and now that we're in an enforced peace all we can do is
hurl insults and empty threats at each other. It wouldn't be so bad if
the little bastards didn't insist on being as antagonistic as possible.
I'd bet my last knut that if the treaty between us is somehow voided,
the first thing that the goblins will do is start sharpening their axes."
"But….why?" Jade asked, clearly baffled about the whole thing.
"Surely we'd have learned to live together by now?"
Harry snorted at the optimism. "We can't even live with each other,
what makes you think we can live with a whole other species?"
"Since when does Clearwater work for you?" Tiana interjected
speculatively, having little interest in wizard-goblin relations.
"Since the end of July. I ran into her in the Ministry when I was
picking up my OWL results and offered her a job as my personal
assistant." Harry answered with a shrug, not elaborating on the
issue.
The girls shared knowing looks, easily able to guess that the
muggleborn former Ravenclaw had run headfirst into the
discrimination that had led them to concocting the 'Potter Project' in
the first place, though she'd apparently lucked out by befriending
Harry. Good on her.
"I'll expect you to send her monthly finance reports so that she can
compare it to the Gringotts bank statements."
"Alright." Bryana nodded, ignoring the way that Jade and Isabel
stiffened in offense at the insinuation that they would cheat him.
Honestly, Harry had just handed them a ten thousand galleon loan
with no interest attached to it. They could do with being a bit less
prickly over the fact that he wanted to keep an eye on his
investment.
"And get in touch with her when you find a venue that you like. I'll
negotiate for it on your behalf."
"Will do." Tiana agreed easily, knowing that the Boy-Who-Lived
would definitely get a better deal than an unknown group of barelyabove-muggleborn and fresh out of Hogwarts witches. The
unfairness grated as much as it always had, but they'd learned to be
pragmatic.
"Alright, that's that then." Harry breathed out, feeling uncommonly
tired from all this business dealing. He'd have much rather spent the
day reading a book or tinkering with some magical item, or maybe
flying in his raven form. Or making use of Dora's birthday present.
At least he had Penny to take care of most of the tedium now.
Negotiating was bad enough, but keeping track of expenses was
something that he knew he didn't have the patience for, especially
with the retarded currency that magicals used. Honestly, 17 sickles
to a galleon and 29 knuts to a sickle? If that wasn't proof that goblins
hated wizards, then he didn't know what was.
He knew that Penny had never been fond of computers, but maybe
he should send her to a class on using Microsoft Excel and get her
one of those solar powered laptops? Maybe even check around for a
dedicated bookkeeping program? It would be beyond cruel to expect
her to keep track of his finances by hand. She was getting a
calculator at the very least, if she didn't have one already that was.
Tonks having breakfast at Potter Manor had become a familiar scene
over the summer. Not only did she not feel like apparating to her own
flat after Harry wore her out with his rune bolstered virility, but the
king sized bed was also far more comfortable than her own much
smaller one and a house elf prepared breakfast was superior to
cereal in every way.
She, Harry and Sirius generally spent this time sniping at each other
good naturedly or jeering at the tripe writen in the Daily Prophet .
Penny had felt a bit awkward about the whole thing at first but had
eventually become part of the strange dynamic, though a more quiet
part.
"Oh Haaaary~." Tonks sing-songed, looking at her boyfriend over the
latest issue of Witch Weekly with laughing dark eyes.
"What?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow from his place at the
head of the table, wondering what she'd seen in that rag that merited
this kind of amusement.
"It says here that you were seen in Gringotts with a gaggle of four
witches. Inquiring minds want to know whether you need four
mistresses to satisfy your dark lusts." Tonks informed him, obviously
holding back laughter.
Penny nearly choked on her orange juice. So that's what that
interview request that she'd refused a couple of days ago had been
about.
"You keep falling asleep on me." Harry shrugged with a smile. "A
man has needs."
"Preach it, brother." Sirius contributed, nodding sagely.
"Prats" Tonks huffed. It was true that Harry was getting progressively
better at turning her into a pile of mush as he learned which buttons
to push, and he'd been no slouch the first time. "So were you
actually there or are the reporters making stuff up again?"
"Yes, I was actually there, but not to pay off a gaggle of mistresses."
Harry paused in thought at this and amended his statement. "Well,
two of them could be counted as former mistresses I suppose, if you
stretch the definition, but we were there on business."
"The ones that you've been 'honing your technique' on the past
year?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. He'd told her about them
when she asked where he'd gotten so experienced at his age.
"That'd be them." He confirmed and then took on a teasing tone.
"You jealous?"
"Maybe I want my own mistresses." Tonks leered playfully.
"We can share mine if you want." Harry offered just as playfully. "I'm
sure they wouldn't mind another participant of variable gender. Just
keep any cocks you might decide to grow away from my orifices and
we're golden."
"Aw, but that's the fun part." Tonks complained.
"Sorry, Dora, but we'll need another girl if you want to satisfy your
futa fetishes." Harry told her seriously.
Sirius lost the battle against his amusement at this point and burst
into hysterical giggles.
Penny could only shake her head at the conversation. She'd never
have believed that the sullen and anti-social first year Harry had
once been would grow up like this.
"I do not have any futa fetishes!" Tonks protested. That thing with the
Asian witch in her sixth year didn't count! That girl had been weird,
always looking flushed and out of breath whenever she asked about
the limits of her Metamorph abilities.
"And yet you know what a futa fetish is." Harry countered.
"So do you!"
"Ah, but I'm not the Metamorphmagus, or should we call you a
Metamorphallus?"
Sirius started giggling again.
"I'll Metamorphallus you right up the arse." Tonks muttered.
"What did I just say about keeping away from my orifices?" Harry
tried to say sternly, but couldn't keep his lips from twitching into a
grin.
"Fine." She sniffed disdainfully. "It's your loss anyway. You'll never
know the glories of penetration."
"I think I can manage to stay content with doing the penetrating."
Harry said back wryly.
There was a short silence before Tonks spoke up again. "So just to
be clear, you're not still sleeping with them, right?"
"No, I'm not still sleeping with them." He assured her and paused in
thought for a moment. "Do you want to meet them? I'm sure I could
convince them to come over and get you measured for some custom
clothing."
Tonks thought the offer over. She was sure that he was telling her
the truth, but she appreciated the gesture he was making. Being a
Metamorphmagus was awesome, but it did come with the
unfortunate caveat that almost all of her past boyfriends that she'd
slept with had inevitably asked her to transform into someone else. A
little roleplay was okay, but it was a fine line between that and being
used as a means to live out someone's fantasies. Harry hadn't asked
her to use her abilities for anything of the sort so far aside from some
minor ideas like making her clitoris bigger, which indicated either a
lack of desire to do so or uncommon intelligence by leaving it up to
her. She was betting on the latter.
And now he was offering her the chance to speak to the women he'd
spent a large portion of the past year sleeping with. That could be…
informative.
The chance for custom made clothing shouldn't be squandered
either.
Tonks was feeling tentatively positive about Bryanna and Tiana.
They seemed like a very practical and down to earth sort, though
their enthusiasm for a shapeshifting human mannequin was a bit
disturbing. She didn't think that her Metamorph ability had ever
gotten such a workout as they asked her to change body proportions
and colorations to test what would work and what wouldn't.
The talk about Harry had also been surprisingly frank and absent of
awkwardness. The two younger witches did not seem to have any
feelings attached to him other than friendliness. It had been exactly
as Harry had described it, a business arrangement that had turned
into casual sex.
"We wouldn't have minded keeping it up." Bryanna was saying. "He
was a good way to scratch an itch and wasn't a jerk about it when he
easily could have been. Since he never showed any interest in
getting into an actual relationship, we figured that he'd stay available,
so we were pretty surprised when he turned us down last month."
"So much for not getting into a relationship." Tiana snickered and
then sighed. "I guess it's back to toys and that buzzer spell."
Tonks knew about the buzzer spell. It was one of the things she'd put
on Mr. Purple. She had to agree that it wasn't as good as having
Harry go down on her though.
"So he turned down a three-way for me?" She had to admit that that
was more than she would have expected a month ago. "I'll have to
reward him for that, especially since he didn't brag about it."
"If you want to reward him, all you need to do is make yourself look
fifteen or twenty years older." Bryanna advised.
"Why?" Tonks asked, puzzled.
"Harry's got a thing for older women. I'm pretty sure that he was
plotting out ways to seduce Professor Vector before he met you."
Tiana answered with a smirk.
Tonks had to snicker at that. She could easly imagine Harry pacing
his room with that broody look on his face as he planned ways to
turn his Arithmancy lesson into a different sort of lesson entirely.
Maybe she could reward him for his faithfulness with a detention…..
"Are you ready for your detention, Mr. Potter?"
The question snapped Harry out of his focus on the book in front of
him and he looked towards his girlfriend in bafflement.
Then he continued to stare. It was definitely Tonks, but the slight
wrinkles at the corners of her mouth and eyes made her look a good
deal older. Harry would be hard pressed to explain why he found
those hints of age attractive, but he did. The new look was further
complemented by a rather severe but tight robe and a less playful
hairstyle than she normally preferred.
"Dora?" He asked in surprise.
She tsked and started walking over to him. "That's Ms. Tonks to you,
Mr. Potter. Now prepare yourself for detention."
Harry was catching on and had to fight to keep a grin off his face. He
still had no idea how he was supposed to prepare himself for
detention though.
The question was answered when she waved her wand and caused
his clothes to fly off of him until he was naked in the chair. Then she
proceeded to straddle him and reveal that there was nothing under
that robe.
A little wriggling later and she had impaled herself on him, after
which she leaned in close to whisper into his ear. "Detention is now
in session."
Bryanna and Tiana put her up to this. Harry realized. He was going
to have to do something nice for them.
Harry appeared in an out of the way alley and promptly chucked the
empty bottle of Guiness that had been turned into a portkey into a
nearby garbage bin. Someone in the Department of Magical
Transportation clearly thought they were being clever by using a
bottle of Irish beer as a portkey to Ireland. Harry was impressed just
by the fact that whoever had made that portkey actually knew about
a muggle beer brand.
He and Penny had tracked down the former manager for the Potter
vineyards to this Irish village, now he just had to find the right place.
It was one of those places that was big enough that not everyone
knew each other, but still small enough to be called 'sleepy'. In other
words, the type of place where a few magicals could vanish into the
crowd with relative ease as long as they weren't incredibly stupid.
He didn't want to be here at all, but it had to be done and he'd put it
off long enough already. He had to find out what exactly Parkinson
had done to usurp Potter business interests and this was his best
bet. The pottery business had been quite small and more of a nod to
the family name than anything else. The manager for that one had
left Wizarding Britain a long time ago and would have been difficult
to find, which was probably intentional.
A fifteen minute walk later and he was approaching an unassuming
looking house that had spells layered over it to make it even more
unassuming. There were even aversion spells targeting magicals
present, but Harry ignored them and knocked on the door.
A short while later, a confused looking man that looked to be
somewhere in his fifties opened the door, which meant that he was
probably a couple of decades older since he was a wizard, though
he was dressed in regular clothing. The confusion probably stemmed
from the fact that he'd knocked on his door despite the spells that
were meant to discourage exactly that.
"Ossian O'Sullivan?" Harry inquired.
The man looked a bit startled at hearing his name, but then took a
closer look at his visitor. "Harry Potter. I thought I might be seeing
you on my doorstep one day, though I hadn't been expecting you for
a few more years at least. Well come on in, we can't very well have
this conversation on the porch."
Harry did so, inwardly feeling rather amused by the old man's
brusque manner. Charlus had warned him about that, but it was
something else to experience it himself. He was led into a
comfortable living room and told to have a seat while his host went to
grab a few drinks.
He took a look around while O'Sullivan was absent, noting the mix of
still pictures and magical animated ones. Aside from Ossian himself,
there were also pictures of two boys at various ages that must be his
sons and a woman that was presumably his wife. Judging by her
absence in the house, Harry guessed that she was dead and
determined to avoid any talk about family.
The old man came back a minute later and Harry ironically found
himself once again holding a bottle of Guiness. He clearly didn't care
about any underage drinking laws.
"Muggle beer." O'Sullivan explained unnecessarily. "Always found
Firewhiskey too strong for casual drinking and Butterbeer too sweet.
You'd think that wizards would die if they adopted some moderation
with the way they avoid it."
"You don't have to tell me twice, I was raised by muggles. Nearly did
a spit take the first time I tried pumpkin juice." Harry said with a
shrug, deciding not to mention that he wasn't too fond of beer either.
No need to come off as whiny.
"You'll be wanting to know why the Potters lost their business."
O'Sullivan stated, changing the subject abruptly.
"I'm fairly sure that there was some foul play involved, but I would
like the details." Harry said evenly, feeling oddly pleased by the
straight to the point approach.
"Hah!" The much older wizard chortled, apparently amused. "If
you've guessed that much without even talking to me then you're
already twice the man your father was, at least as far as brains are
concerned."
"What do you mean?" Harry questioned, puzzled.
"James Potter wasn't stupid, but he was a brat." O'Sullivan stated
bluntly. "Never cared to learn about any of his responsibilities and
only wanted to run around with those friends of his and chase girls.
He didn't really start growing up until he was out of Hogwarts. Can't
really blame him I suppose. Charlus and Dorea were already getting
old by the time they had him and pampered the boy too much."
Harry had known that his father had been something of an entitled
brat. He'd also known that Charlus and Dorea had been approaching
grandparent age by the time they'd had him. He hadn't known that
they'd spoiled him however, but he supposed that he shouldn't be
surprised that they'd omitted that little detail.
"So he wasn't prepared to take the Lordship when Charlus and
Dorea died?" He asked.
"Didn't want to either." O'Sullivan grunted. "Too busy listening to
Dumbledore's shite and risking his neck fighting Voldemort."
Harry had to raise an eyebrow at finally hearing someone say the
dreaded V-word. He'd just about despaired of finding any traces of
spine among the magical population.
"Don't get me wrong. It was brave of him to fight that lunatic head on,
but stupid. He could've done more by convincing those feckin'
gobshites in the Wizengamot to stop sitting on their arses and seein'
that Voldemort isn't going to make things better." The old man
ranted, his Irish accent getting thicker in his agitation.
"Not that this isn't interesting, but how does it relate to the Potter
business?" Harry steered the conversation back on track, finding it
personally unlikely that his father could have managed that one even
if he had been politically inclined.
"Right, got a bit off topic there." O'Sullivan nodded. "Charlus was
dead and James didn't want to deal with anything until the war was
over, so he delegated authority to everyone he could instead."
"Ah." Harry said, pinching the bridge of his nose and wondering if his
father had really been that oblivious. The Potters wouldn't be the first
House to take a beating because a new Lord made stupid decisions.
House Black was a prime example of mismanagement; A
magnificent manor torn down and traded for a much smaller
townhouse in London on the whims of one Lord Black, a huge chunk
of gold given to the Ministry by Sirius' own grandfather for the dubius
benefits of an Order of Merlin First Class, the whole family nearly
wiped out in their fervor to support Voldemort and lastly, Sirius'
decision to deliberately let the family name go extinct out of spite for
those long dead.
"Yes. Ah." The older man repeated flatly. "I tried telling him it was a
bad idea but he wouldn't listen, just signed over authority for me to
'do whatever I needed to do' and apparated away before I could get
a word in edgewise. Then he went into hiding with his wife and word
got out that I was making decisions that only Lord Potter should have
been making. Then one day that streak of piss Parkinson showed up
and made it clear that I should sell the business to him for less than
a quarter of what it was worth and get out of the country. He wasn't
very specific, but I know a threat when I hear one. With your father in
hiding and the Ministry looking ready to surrender I was short on
choices, so I sold and made plans to move my family to the
continent."
"You did the right thing." Harry sighed. His father and Sirius really
had been two peas in a pod, shortsighted, irresponsible and
reckless. Sirius was still dodging responsibility to this day and James
Potter had as good as painted a target on the man's back.
"Damn right I did. Charlus was my friend, but I wasn't going to risk
my family to protect Potter business interests." O'Sullivan grunted
but seemed pleased to hear it anyway. "Course', then Voldemort got
himself blown up going after you and the Potters were suddenly
martyrs. Nobody would have touched their stuff after that, but
Parkinson had already gotten what he wanted by then and it was all
nice and legal too."
"For a given value of legal." Harry muttered, making the older man
snort in agreement. He finished what was left of the beer and stood
up. "Thanks for telling me about this."
"Sure." The other man said. "Throw a couple bone breakers in selfdefense at Parkinson's legs for me when you get around to it."
Harry's lips twitched in morbid amusement. The Irish wizard must
have seen Skeeter's article on the Pettigrew debacle and drawn his
own conclusions. He seemed to be under the impression that Harry
was on a revenge trip of some sort. "I'm sure I have no idea what
you're talking about."
"Right." O'Sullivan managed not to sound too sarcastic.
"I don't wanna go." Sirius pouted.
"Stop being such a big baby, Sirius." Harry sighed, wondering yet
again at his godfather's capacity for being childish.
"But it's going to be so boring ." Sirius whined.
"Yes, I know ." Harry said back irritably. "I'll agree to try casting a few
wandless prank spells if you agree to stop your bellyaching." Why
did he sometimes feel like a single parent when dealing with his
godfather?
"Deal!" Sirius agreed, instantly cheered up. He'd turn his godson into
a prankster yet!
"But only if I think I can get away without anyone figuring out that it
was me." Harry provisioned.
"Fine." Sirius conceded. It was always better when the prankster
remained undetected anyway.
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