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The Contract
Chapter 150
Everyone that Harry had invited to come to holiday in Egypt and RSVP’d that they were coming. Although, Harry had to get Corvus to…encourage Millicent’s father to allow her to come with them. The idiot at least wasn’t foolish enough to attempt to try and be a conceit ass towards Corvus or Aurelius. He would have paid a fortune to see him try though. He did intend to speak to Millicent about her father, or perhaps ask one of the others to do so. If he had to deal with him to save Millicent then he would do it. He might have passed his lawyer exams but he was far from a law-abiding citizen, he cared deeply for the people he loved and would do anything for them. And only for them.
“Where the hell’s Millicent? Did you give them the right time?” Daphne asked Harry as she paced a little, Tracey was worried about her, which in turn made Daphne worried. She couldn’t wait to be in the warmer climate; she had been looking forward to this holiday so much.
“I actually told him it was fifteen minutes earlier than the portkey is due to leave,” Harry said dryly, naturally they all had their luggage and trunks shrunk down and in their pockets. They were ready to go, and the Portkey was set to go off in less than five minutes, counting quickly down to four minutes. Draco was currently saying his goodbye’s to his parents, who were quite reluctant to allow him to go. A foreign country, without much adult supervision, with a group of friends who could get into all manner of mischief? It was little wonder they were reluctant, they knew themselves what they’d gotten up to as children.
“Why did you give her an alternative time?” Daphne asked, giving Harry an utterly baffled look, as Rene gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Rene was glancing at Harry in curiosity as well, wondering why a different time had been suggested for Millicent. he’d wonder if she had an important appointment to keep but he’d said fifteen minutes earlier, not later, or required to come with a different portkey. Although, if she didn’t come soon enough, she would need to wait for another portkey to be arranged. He opened his pocket watch, five minutes until the Portkey activated, the Bulstrode’s were pushing it.
Tracey however, looked like she understood, perhaps she was best to talk to Millicent on his behalf, Harry thought, as he shrugged inelegantly at Daphne, allowing her to believe whatever she liked. Harry was slightly surprised, he knew Tracey and Daphne were closer than either Tracy and Millicent or Daphne and Millicent.
“You believed he was going to be a problem?” Corvus enquired, perhaps there was a greater reason than just Harry wanting an adult to deal with the Bulstrode family. Delegating, something of which he seldom doled out, unless there was no other choice. He was very pleased with Harry’s decision and made that clear. Mostly so that Harry understood that if he needed to in future, that any and all delegation would be very welcomed by them all. That he didn’t need to do everything on his own.
“He was very reluctant to agree with letting Millie come,” Harry told them simply, not that he’d actually been there, he had heard it, the mirror call had been active. “He wouldn’t have paid much attention to me, he still seems me as a child, as his daughters friend. Foolish as such an idea is, I decided to ask you, so that the matter could be settled swiftly. However, I am not surprised he’s being a dick about it, and stopping her coming, no doubt he’ll attempt to use a feeble excuse.” Rolling his eyes truly exasperated by him, none of this was a surprise, for many did treat Harry like that, most learned the hard way it was unadvisable. Fools as they were, thinking all Harry had accomplished, all he’d accomplished was Aurelius and Corvus’ doing.
“Is he abusive?” Aurelius asked curtly, his eyes narrowing in displeasure, the idea of it happening to one of his own under his very nose was an annoyance to put it plainly.
“I don’t know, she’s never said anything,” Harry confessed, glancing briefly at Tracey, out of everyone she would be the best to ask in all honesty. “I actually got the impression that he just didn’t care, more interested in having a son.” She’d literally only mentioned her father like two or three times in all the years she’d been his friend. Sure, a lot of his time was spent writing to them in the beginning and not being there, still, same thing, right?
Aurelius inclined his head, “I will deal with it.” He informed Harry, he didn’t much care, she wasn’t exceptional in any way, unlike most of Harry’s acquaintances and friends. She very likely wouldn’t end up within either of his circles unless she undergoes severe changes both physically, magically and mentally. She was far from simple, but she struggled in her lessons compared to most Slytherins. “You focus on your holiday; it will be settled by the time you return.”
“How many people are you going to have tailing us?” Harry asked, almost teasingly, truth was he didn’t mind who trailed after him. Too much shit had happened to him to get annoyed over someone’s care. They didn’t invade upon his privacy, they watched from afar, made sure he was safe. They’d been doing it for years. “Hopefully not the same ones who’ve already been so someone new can get to experience Egypt.”
Rabastan laughed, catching the teasing sentence as he joined Harry, wrapping his arms around his shoulder, “Let’s just hope it’s not as dramatic as the last time.” The Weasleys could afford to go holidays abroad nowadays luckily though they were tolerable compared to the younger ones apparently. Not that he would know, he’d never met them outside of actual society functions, but he’d heard the story. Quite a few times, not only by various people but it had been in the newspapers. “You didn’t ask Fred and George to come as well?” out of all the Weasley’s Percy, Fred and George were the ones he knew best outside of Bill, mostly due to his time spent in the Ministry and the shop and in Bill’s case he was in their social circle due to his relationship with his Lord.
Draco groaned, “You didn’t?” he couldn’t stand the twins, and luckily, Harry didn’t spend too much time around them.
“No, I’d rather not be arrested in a foreign country,” Harry said dryly, the twins are chaos incarnate, they worked very well in creating things in Sirius’ store, the business continued to thrive, and they continued to make the same things over and over again when demand called for it. The mirrors was one of those things, along with the patronus globe and the medical blankets that could diagnose basic illnesses was their newest creation. “Last time I spoke to them five months ago, they were working on something new, nothing has come out yet so they’ve not had any luck so far.”
“It’s time, gather around,” Corvus called out, loud enough for everyone to hear, all of them saying goodbye to their families except for Rene who didn’t have his family to say goodbye to and Tracey. Instead, it was the Greengrass family who were seeing him off, he was soon to be a Greengrass anyway, when he married Daphne, he would become Lord Rene Greengrass. Which was wild to Rene, but he was very happy with the arrangement. Not because he’d become a Lord, but because Daphne made him happy.
“I guess that means Millie isn’t coming,” Tracey said, sighing in disappointment, before standing up, grasping a hold of the golden curtain tie back presumably from Lestrange Manor. “Will she get to come later?” it wasn’t easy to get portkeys to another country, least of all right away. It took time, people had to sign off on it, then it had to be created. They’d likely already have enjoyed most of their holiday before she could get to Egypt.
“Rene, hurry! Se depecher!” Daphne called out, and that was the call for everyone to make for the portkey themselves. Daphne grasped her sister tightly to her left, while Rene took the other side.
Rene ignored the indignant look on Draco Malfoy’s face; he did smile at the sniggering that was elicited from Astoria. She was so small and thin, ill quite often, that he felt worried for her a lot, even Daphne felt it. It wouldn’t be the first or the last time they’d had cancelled their plans to stay with her. He didn’t mind so much anymore. What surprised him was Lord Greengrass actually allowing them both to go. He’d never seen a parent more protective, not even of their firstborn heirs, like his brother.
Everyone that was coming on holiday took a hold, while Lord Aurelius, Lord Lestrange. Heir Lestrange had remained in the manor with the twins; they didn’t want to risk them touching anyone during a portkey travel. It was dangerous enough as it was without letting children mill around. especially ones as chaotic as Cass and Cep, it must be a twin thing, surely? Between the Weasley twins and the Black twins it seemed very likely.
“Have fun, be safe, and mirror call us when you get there,”
“Take care and don’t do anything silly!”
Aurelius’ rolled his eyes; they were acting like the teenagers – practically adults now – were in need of constant care and attention. As if they didn’t already spent ten months a year in boarding school for half a decade. Parents honestly confused the hell out of him, acting concerned but happy enough to fob them off on a boarding school without due care and diligence. When Dumbledore was headmaster of course, the danger they were constantly in and not to mention the wards almost failing catastrophically. His school was far safer and academically superior than Hogwarts had ever been in the past. Which filled him with a smug sense of superiority.
He had informed all the parents that they weren’t on their own, that there would be guards protecting them night and day. They wouldn’t intrude upon the teens holiday, but would protect them at all costs from a distance. Yet they still worried, yes, parents were a mystery to him, but also very useful. He was turning Hogwarts into something he’d wanted whilst he was at school. Not just a sanctuary, but somewhere that produced the greatest minds in the world. The idea made him scoff sometimes, he’d gone from being the most feared wizard in the world to a Headmaster, to listening to complaints and worries of parents and educating the masses. Don’t get him started on Bill, a Weasley at that, he never thought he’d see the day. He didn’t feel how everyone else felt, but he still adored Bill immensely. He was protective of those he cared about, that care extended to Harry – despite him no longer being a horcrux – and the rest of the Lestrange family. They’d suffered enough in their dedication to him, and he would ensure they suffered no more.
No more magical families would die out, he was changing the world a bit at a time, there was no need for a war that would ultimately wipe out half of the magical world.
“Let’s head back in for a coffee, shall we?” Corvus called out, bringing Aurelius out of his thoughts.
Aurelius noted that the group of teenagers were gone, along with the Portkey.
Many of them made their excuses, having only came to say goodbye to their children, Corvus didn’t take it personally, he knew how busy their lives were. Being a Lord and a Lady was exhausting work, he was just grateful to have Sirius, Rodolphus, Harry and Rabastan to help him with the estate and of course, the workers who worked for him also.
“You were far too pleased to see Harry off,” Aurelius commented, eyeing Corvus curiously, wondering at it.
Corvus waved his hand in annoyance, “He keeps giving me documents on how much the sanctuary would make if we charged people to see them. How much we could. Theoretically generate in an income. Along with the added benefit of the additional parts, venom, scales, feathers and such.”
Aurelius pursed his lips, his amusement evident despite his best efforts, “How long has he been at that?” Harry was stubborn, quite frankly next to him the most stubborn. However, Corvus hated change, charity, and he would see Harry’s efforts as both. He pondered on who would give up first, or if they would continue on until the day one of them passed away.
“Since Sirius mentioned it,” Corvus grumbled, he hadn’t been there during the initial conversation, its likely Dolohov would have mentioned it if nothing else. He swore between Sirius, Dolohov and Harry he was being demented as of late. There was nothing wrong with how the sanctuary was ran, and he’d be damned if he changed anything on whim. Don’t fix what isn’t broke, it was a proverb he lived by. Although, in hearts of hearts he’d confess, the numbered statistically possible was very tempting. The thing was, he didn’t want to turn the animals into exhibits, like a zoo. It wasn’t how they did things. “I could kill him.” meaning it in that very moment, but not truly, he’d never cause his sons distress, and killing Sirius would hurt his son, he’d found someone he loved, and a family, he was finally, finally happy.
Bellatrix’s death had been a godsend. Or murder may be more accurate, but what the Ministry didn’t know couldn’t harm them.
“How close have you come to giving in?” Aurelius asked, amusement deep in his voice.
Corvus merely harrumphed, and gave no reply to his old friend, he’d never confess. Not even under torture.
Aurelius gave a very soft laugh, shaking his head, hmm, who will concede first, he wondered…and pondered on who it would best to make a bet with…not that coin mattered, it was the principle of the bet he was told. Then again, that was the sort of thing Bill would say after betting on some absurd trinket, usually worth only a few Knuts. Luckily his tastes had grown in the years he and Bill had been together.
Everyone remained on their feet, using one another to prop themselves up basking in the sudden warmth of the Egyptian sun. They were situated just outside the front door, rapid gasps met Harry’s ears, as he stared at the property. A sense of home and happiness suffused him, he had loved coming here, it was years ago, but he was ever so pleased he’d suggested this.
It was very Egyptian, far from the mudbrick stone Draco was expecting, but a lavish stone-adorned estate that screamed money, for the elite. “You made this place sound modest; I half expected it to be made of mudbrick.” Which was what the Egyptians used back in the day to build single story buildings. Elite had sprawling estates, with lovely painted gardens and the like.
“What have you been reading, Draco?” Harry asked, barely refraining from laughing as everyone investigated their surroundings, he did notice a few adornments that had been made, since he had been here last. He wondered if they’d been added with the knowledge that they were coming. Corvus would have most certainly wished for everything to be updated to show off. He grinned widely, looking everywhere with far greater focus, wanting to see if he could spot any other updates, so to speak.
“What do you mean?” Draco asked, his pointed face a mask of offence. “The mythos of Egypt.”
Harry blinked rapidly, “You read about the myths of Egypt? Where exactly did you get that book?” all myths of Egypt were creations of muggles that had lived during the times where magical’s were revered as gods. Oh, when he found that out it had been mind-blowing, truly. The muggles saw them transforming into their animagus form, and drew them half animal half human. He pondered if they wanted to showcase the magic in doing so or if they just chiselled them that way believing that’s how they perceived them. He’d need to read something from a wizard from that time to truly understand if they had some sort of magic that made them believe they were only seeing half human transformation or if they transformed fully. Oh, he’d give anything to find a diary, a journal, or a tablet from such a time.
“It was in my library, it was a gift for my great-grandfather I believe,” Draco commented, and yes, they kept a strict record of all gift giving, especially if it was valuable. Not strictly for the books but they were the ones recorded in the library always.
“Did he go to Egypt? Or have a fascination with the country?” Harry asked in utter fascination, as he was guided towards the house as he stared at Draco wanting to know more.
“He actually wanted to be a curse breaker,” Draco told him, puffing up proudly, noticing everyone else had been listening too, “His parents dissuaded him of the notion that any Malfoy would have such a plebian job, not even a second son. He would get money to become a CEO or boss of his own company that was expected to bring in a relative fortune for the family.” Even Draco rolled his eyes, he knew very well just how much could be made as a curse breaker. The Weasley’s were gaining on the Malfoy’s where it came to having a fortune, if they collectively put it into one vault, it likely would supersede the Malfoy fortune. Then again, it wasn’t all Bill Weasley’s money, Fred and George had their own immense fortune, Percy was the one with a normal day to day job, but from what he understood, Bill had given him fifty thousand galleons to do as he pleased. Not that he was supposed to know, he’d overheard a snippet of a conversation between Lord Aurelius Slytherin and his consort.
“That’s a shame,” Harry admitted, saddened for the boy, and he likely would have adhered to his parents demands.
“Don’t be, a week after his parents died, he became an apprenticed to a curse breaker, but it wasn’t in Egypt, I’m not sure he ultimately stepped foot there afterward. His journey took him to Greece, France and Italy; he found many items that grace our ancestral Manor walls, it was thanks to him that the Malfoy fortune is as great as it is, and we could quadruple it if we sold even one of the artefacts but my father never will.”
Harry grinned, “I like the sound of him,” he reckoned he would have liked him.
Even Rabastan had paused in his ushering Harry into the property to hear Draco’s answer. He knew Draco and Lucius, vaguely knew Abraxas mostly because he had been a friend of his fathers, but all other Malfoy’s were a mystery to him. Most sons did as bid by their parents, married whom they betrothed him to, the lure of an inheritance too great to ignore. Even to this day and age where the sons and daughtered were allowed better freedoms, the money had them behaving themselves. “A second son?” he hadn’t realised the main branch had died out.
Draco nodded, “The first-born son ironically named Pheonix, his wife and their son died of Phoenix pox,” one of the diseases that had been fully eradicated, unlike the others who survived to this day. his mother wasn’t the first Black member of the family to join the Malfoy’s contrary to popular belief; it was just forgotten due to the line being extinct. Unless, of course, he had any children outside of wedlock, but they wouldn’t have been considered Malfoy’s back then or considered for the estate.
“Ironically named,” Rabastan grimaced.
“They likely named it after him, he was the first victim, they caught it abroad and brought it here, they were on holiday in Spain, I believe, but it’s been quite some time since I read the journal’s I could be wrong.” Draco explained. It was roughly four years since he’d read it, took him months to read them all, there had been over twenty journals, he was a curse breaker for over two decades and had written extensively about his life, the places he visited and the items he found. A lot he sold, donated or gifted to others, but many he had kept himself; a lot had been put away when he was a young child, just to safeguard it. Breaking something and repairing it left a distinct sheen of magic. It significantly detracted it’s value to the point of the item being worthless it if was tapered with so it was always better safe than sorry when it came to priceless artefacts. They were only put back out when he was twelve, that’s when he’d began to read those journals and honestly? He admired him immensely.
“You never said any of this before,” Daphne commented, having listened avidly also. She knew a lot about the Malfoy family, only through her sister sharing way too much with her. Astoria was going to be Mrs. Malfoy one day, if their betrothal continues going well. Which she did not believe would change in time, her sister seemed besotted with Draco. Who thankfully had grown up and wasn’t quite so conceit. She reckoned Harry was the reason for that, given Draco a brotherly figure who mocked him and brought him down a peg or two, which grounded him. Yes, she was glad for his interference there.
“Nobody asked,” Draco replied, he sort of assumed everyone knew how the Malfoy fortunate became significantly bigger than it was a generation before. Apparently, that wasn’t the case, it was nice though, getting to talk about his family and having everyone’s attention.
“You’ll have to tell me more!” Astoria proclaimed, “I’d like to hear more.” Already searching her pocket for her travel trunk, smiling in thanks when Rabastan returned it to its normal size. The wheels made it easier to move, even with a charm on it to make it light weight it was a little bit heavy. Okay, so maybe she shouldn’t have put as many books as she did inside, but it was an important year for her.
“Alright everyone, you’ve already been assigned a room, get your stuff inside and meet outside on the veranda, we’ll have a light lunch and discuss everything we’ll be doing!” Harry called out, naturally he and Rabastan had the biggest room, the master bedroom, and the others would have rooms depending on whether it was a single or double, but all had ensuites, and were quite big, none of them would feel out of sorts. Those like Astoria and Draco had rooms with two double beds in them, Astoria was too young to get into any mischief. It didn’t help that her body was a little bit behind, her lack of appetite made her look terribly younger than she was.
The house-elves had been rather busy, as each room had their guests names emblazoned on them, and all the rooms had been aired out with the windows open letting in a gentle breeze. The smell of sand and heat permutating the air. There was a buzzing sense of excitement from everyone, all of them couldn’t wait to start their holidays. It was one of the first – for most of them – where they had come on holiday without their parents shadowing them. There was a sense of freedom for them all – except Harry – that they had never experienced before. That and getting to spend time with their betrothed or fiancé/fiancées. It was likely the first true test of whether they would work as a couple or not, without having to behave properly with the adults around.
“It’s a shame Blaise couldn’t come, I think he would have enjoyed being here,” Tracey called out from her bedroom, looking out at the view in utter astonishment, as she observed the pyramids in the distance. Oh, it would look breathtaking in the evening, when it was lit up like a beacon, presuming it was but monuments usually were. “And Harry…this place is beautiful, the view is…incandescent!” nothing would ever beat it, Tracey was certain, “Millie would have loved it!” it was such a shame she was going to miss out. Millie would have been sharing a room with her; the empty bed would be a reminder the entire trip.
“Let her see it through the mirror!” Harry called out, voice slightly muffled, as he searched for his own.
Others were talking as well Harry realised, clearly not to anyone in the room, but their loved ones, talking about the view, that they’d arrived safe and well. They no longer needed to use the Floo network much except for actually using the Floo to enter someone’s home. It was far more comfortable to use mirrors, although, they clearly weren’t getting the advertisement abroad well enough if the Dolohov family hadn’t heard of them. Sirius had been kind enough to gift the entire family one, adding various cases for adults and a few for children. A friend of Harry’s was a friend of Sirius’ apparently; Sirius didn’t mind gifting them any. It was an older model, and wouldn’t sell as well as the newer ones which had more capabilities. Sirius constantly looked for ways to better his inventions, especially the mirrors which were his greatest income. Not that he minded, he just liked to fiddle about with it, and to ensure the twins would have everything they needed for the rest of their lives.
Harry made the call also, “Hey, we’re all here and safe,” speaking to Corvus, but hearing Sirius, Rodolphus and the twins in the background.
“That’s good,” Corvus replied, he hadn’t been concerned, it’s very rare that Portkey’s malfunctioned, although, if it were to happen to anyone, it would be Harry, he had such awful luck sometimes. To compensate for such awful luck, he had the best of luck as well, they were pretty even on a good day.
“We want to be with uncle Harry!!” protested Cepheus crying out for Harry, as he yanked at Corvus’ cloak demanding attention.
“Calm down, you’ll see Harry again soon,” Rodolphus redirected Cepheus’ attention, “Remember what we said? He’s going on a little holiday.” The twins adored Harry and Rabastan, they were in for a rough few weeks. However, they did deserve the holiday, and the twins could speak to them every day if they wanted to through the mirror. They’d gotten a promise to speak to them every night before bed no matter what.
Harry had promised and he kept his promises, it’s likely the twins were worried that Harry and Rabastan would disappear and never return. Just like it likely felt for them when their grandfather passed away. They had no intentions of dying, but there was nothing they could do to soothe the twins, just return when they say they’re going to. Talk to them every night and give them the reassurance they sought.
“Don’t you worry none, we’ll be back before you know it, with lots of toys and treats for you!” Rabastan promised through the mirror, it had taken Harry for him to truly understand the twins mindset. Harry had so much compassion for those he cared about, he was still awed that he was one of them.
“I’ve got coins, do you need them?” Cassiopeia said, shoving a galleon at the mirror with such a lovely smile that Rabastan melted at the sight. They were beautiful, he couldn’t help but wonder if his own children with Harry would look anything like them.
“That’s okay, I’ve got enough for everything,” Rabastan reassured her, “Thank you though.”
Sirius chuckled, lifting Cassiopeia onto his lap, letting her see the mirror properly, as he put the coin back in her pocket. She’d received that from the tooth fairy, a muggle custom that had made Rodolphus positively seethe in annoyance for infecting the twins with such mundane beliefs.
The twins wouldn’t ever be short of money; their grandfather had built up an immense fortune which had all been willed to them for when they came of age. The twins and Harry would also get his money divided equally between them when his time came to depart the mortal coil. Hopefully not for a long time yet, but life, Sirius knew, could be incredibly unkind. James and Lily had died when Harry was so young, the moment he had them, he’d ensured that they were taken care off, even before that he had begun updating his will to a compulsive degree. He suspected that Rabastan would gain the Lestrange fortune and title. Which was only fair, since Harry was the only one who could have a child with Lestrange blood. The twins having the abilities (metamorphmagus) they did, prevented them from even contemplating making them a Lestrange in blood.
As much as Corvus loved the twins, they weren’t his blood, weren’t Lestrange’s and blood and name were important, both Sirius and Rodolphus had deduced this. They didn’t need to worry anyways, both twins would never want for anything, between Sirius and Rodolphus’ fortunes, as well as their grandfathers they would be billionaires if things continued on this upward trajectory. Which if he had a say they would.
Harry laughed softly as the twins continued to attempt to extort a holiday from their fathers, Rodolphus was such a sucker, that he would have agreed if he could. Harry flicked his wand, and their luggage begun to disperse out of the trunks and into appropriate spaces. Main clothes in the wardrobe, t-shirts, shorts and underwear folded up neatly in the drawers, and in the bedside cabinets, potions, paperwork, glasses and various other items that would come in handy over the next two weeks.
Their jewellery, passports, money, wand permits and everything else was set by Rabastan in the safe behind the picture of the Nile. A little on the nose, but they definitely had only been added recently, it gave this place a hotel sort of feel, and Harry wasn’t a fan. He’d be ordering the safe’s removal once the holiday was over. Unless Corvus knew them better than he did, and they actually liked the added safety measure. Then again, this wasn’t their home, nor was it his really, but it was as close to one as he’d ever get.
Harry peeked at the mirror, “I’ll bring lots of pictures home, I promise,”
The twins cried out in disappointment, unable to get their own way, but a few words from Corvus calmed them down. Pudding was a very good way at distracting the twins at the moment.
“Enjoy your holiday,” Corvus told them.
“Call us every night!” Sirius called out.
“Twice a week,” Harry said dryly, shaking his head, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to enjoy this holiday, so I’ll talk to you later!” it was going to be a bit weird having nothing to do, but he was tired, not just physically, but mentally, it was time to relax, even he knew that. He liked. The idea of being able to do that with Rabastan. He’d been so busy lately that they’d only been able to chat before bed for an hour if they were lucky.
Rabastan watched Harry go to the bedside table and take the paperwork out and leave the room almost vibrating in excitement. Glancing at the mirror a look of amazement on his face. This was a side to Harry he had yet to see, he’d very much look forward to seeing this side of him. Harry always kept himself busy, he misliked having nothing to do. He didn’t know how to relax; to make matters even more amusing, he hadn’t brought any books with him, not unless he had kept them in his travel trunk. One glance confirmed his thoughts; there wasn’t a single book.
“It’s good that he knows when to stop,” Sirius pointed out, “At least that’s what my therapist said.”
The Lestrange brothers huffed in amused agreement, it was a familiar saying, for they’d been told that as well. The mirror was swiftly deactivated as Rabastan stood, flung the mirror on the bed, before joining Harry outside, there was already glasses of ice cold butterbeer and a few actual beers for those old enough to drink.
A/N – oh my gosh I feel like I’ve gotten nothing done in this chapter LOL but the story does need to move along until we get to the last arc OMG, I cannot wait to write it, I didn’t want to end the story and start a new one skipping over years of their lives, so this is how I will persevere! Plus, Harry deserves some chill time after everything he’s done…so it will be nice for him to get downtime before the ending *sniggers* spoilers ;) upside at least I haven’t gone and forgotten the end I have planned and it’s stayed the same which is quite rare to be fair :D usually sometimes the stories ending changes if the muse bites a particularly juicy muse out of the blue! This story has been nothing but one constant long juicy muse! I love it! Okay any ideas for some things that Sirius, Fred and George could create would be lovely! It will just be something in passing to write about but still, hmm I’ll need to be careful so I don’t accidentally use something already done in the story hehe
Sooo what’s harry going to do to Millie’s father? They’ve met before of course, and he doesn’t like him much but to safeguard Millie? Ooo he’d do anything to protect them ;) Will Bill and Aurelius ever marry or will they remain just as they are happily together and no need for a marriage as they won't have kids...at least not theirs! and hmm who could we have for Barty another OFC or someone we've already got in the story? perhaps McMahon? Read and Review please!