Potter Politics

Harry couldn't believe his luck. He just set himself up for a date with a stunningly beautiful girl. She also seemed pretty nice. What else could he ask for? As he lay on his bed thinking over the evening's events, Hedwig flew through the open window and perched herself on Harry's bedside table. She was carrying a couple letters.

Harry couldn't quite figure out who would be writing to him other than the Weasleys, Hermione, Remus, or possibly Dumbledore. He took the first one on the table and began to read it:

Hey mate,

Hopefully the Dursleys aren't treating you too badly. If they are, let me know and I don't care what Dumbledore says, I'll find a way to get you out. So anyway, what have you been up to this summer? Don't worry, I won't tell Dumbledore. I haven't been doing much, just hanging out at the Burrow. We're set to go to Headquarters sometime in July, but I can't say when in case someone else gets this letter.

Take care,

Ron

Harry's suspicions proved to be true. Ron was spying on him! He gave little information about himself, but wanted to know what he was doing this summer. Ron might be the thickest guy on earth. Why would he mention don't worry, I won't tell Dumbledore, unless he specifically was planning to tell Dumbledore. Harry decided that he would think about what to do with Ron later. He moved on to the next letter:

Dear Mr. Harry J. Potter,

I would first like to begin by offering you my condolences on the death of your legal guardian. Sirius Black, although he held no legal financial status, was nonetheless your appointed guardian. While he was enduring his non-legal citizen status, your account was frozen. Although you are still a minor, special exceptions have been made for you to come into your full inheritence now, should you desire to do so. I would like to arrange a meeting with you at your soonest convenience.

Magwook

Gringotts Bank

Harry was blown away by this bit of information. Full inheritence? He just assumed that what his parents left him in his current Gringotts vault was his full inheritence. It also raised another question. He knew the Dursleys weren't his magical legal guardians, or he wouldn't have two galleons to rub together. He figured that Dumbledore ran his affairs, he seemed to do everything else. Sirius never told him that he was his legal guardian, he was probably waiting until his name would be cleared to break the news to him. Harry's eyes misted a little as he thought about what might have been.

Harry realized that he had yet another problem. He had no means to transport himself: he had no access to port keys, he couldn't apparate.....The Knight Bus! Thinking back to his third year, Harry knew that if he went to the curb and stuck his hand out, good old Stan Shunpike would arrive shortly thereafter. He went on to the next letter:

Harry,

How are you? Really, tell me the truth. You need to tell someone how you are feeling. If your scar hurts or you receive any signs from You-Know-Who, you need to tell Dumbledore. We just want to help you, Harry. I hope you're having a good summer!

With Love,

Hermione

Harry thought he was mad after reading Ron's letter, but that was nothing compared to how he felt after reading Hermione's. How did he not notice they were Dumbledore's little helpers before? Hermione just about spelled it out for him. You need to tell Dumbledore...You'd swear that man was some kind of god. Harry started thinking about what to do to Ron and Hermione, but he couldn't come up with anything that would be an appropriate punishment without getting caught himself.

Harry decided that he needed advice from someone on what to do in this situation. Realizing there was just about no one else he had absolute trust in, his thoughts drifted to that beautiful muggle girl Harry had a "date" with tomorrow, Molly Hamilton. As soon as he gave it some thought, he immediately dismissed the idea: How crazy would it sound asking a stranger how to get revenge on your two supposed best friends on the first date? Harry figured that probably wouldn't be the best way to start this potential relationship off. Harry, for the first time since Sirius' death, drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face, thinking about what tomorrow evening might bring...

Harry woke up at about 8:30 the next morning. He wasn't quite sure what to do to kill about fourteen hours. He decided to go outside for a short run.

A little over an hour later, he returned to Privet Drive. That short run turned out to be eight miles. He even surprised himself by the shape he was in, he never ran those kinds of distances before. He decided to take advantage of it though and vowed to run every day for the rest of the summer and hopefully into the following year. He longed around for the rest of the day until 10:00 came.

He took a quick shower, changed into a black t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and got ready to leave. Harry decided to try out a rare and unknown wandless spell he had read in one of his Defense Against the Dark Arts books. He raised his right hand, and using his maximum concentration, muttered, "Monstra omnia!"

He looked outside his window and saw a faint glow around the form of Kingsley Shacklebolt which quickly disappeared. Harry was a bit put off that Dumbledore was having people spying on him yet again, and of course without his knowledge. And Shacklebolt was a top ministry auror, surely his time could be better spent than watching an adolescent boy.

Harry knew that if he were to leave one of two things would happen. Either Kingley would stop Harry and tell him to go back inside where "it's safe" or would follow him to Molly's, invade his privacy, and report it to Dumbledore. He didn't like either option so he went over to his trunk and dug out his invisibility cloak. Harry was surprised Dumbledore gave that to him in the first place, but he was grateful nonetheless; even more so because it had originally belonged to his dad.

Harry put his cloak on and headed for the back door. He slid out and began to creep out front. He stealthily walked up the street until he knew that Kingsley couldn't see him. He hid his cloak by a tree in the park and started walking to Molly's. He started to get really nervous. He approached the door and as he began to knock...

"Hi, Harry. You're looking handsome."

Harry turned to his left and saw Molly sitting on the porch swing. How did he not see her? She stood up to great him and he noticed that she was wearing a short black skirt and a dark green tank top that hugged her curves.

Harry once again found himself staring at her until she broke him out of his trance by saying, "Like what you see?" as her mouth curved into a grin.

Unsure of what to say, Harry looked to the ground and started to mumble something that sounded like a "yes." Molly knew she was going to have to be forward with Harry or nothing would happen, so she walked up to him and put her arms around him.

"So Harry, what would you like to do tonight?" Molly couldn't understand why she liked Harry so much, she knew he was very handsome, but she had seen a lot of hot guys before and they didn't have this effect on her. "

"Why don't we go inside?" Harry nodded his head sheepishly and they walked hand in hand into the living room. Molly put turned the television on and sat down very close to Harry. Soon after sitting down, she grabbed Harry by his short, was sitting practically on top of him, and began to kiss him. She had to almost pry Harry's mouth open to get him to deepen the kiss. After the initial shock wore off for Harry, he began to return the kiss whole-heartedly.