Harry Potter and the Secrets of Dumbledore

Harry Potter and the Secrets of Dumbledore

Chapter 18

Conversations, Confusions, Comparisons, and Changes

"A joke, you say?"

"Yes, my lord," replied Draco, trying not to allow his inner fear to creep into his voice. "He seemed more concerned about his dinner and his girlfriend than in what you had to say."

"Something just doesn't ring true about the entire encounter. Are you sure you haven't left anything out? Even the smallest detail might lend a clue." Benedict considered the scar on his assistants face and fantasized about having Harry standing before him with the same fear in his eyes that Draco was never able to hide. "Are you sure he never entered your mind?"

"Positive, my lord. As I told you, Potter wouldn't let me in the house; and only a moment after he forced me from the doorway, that muggle friend of his, who he says is actually a wizard, joined us. I gave him your message, he replied, and then that girlfriend of his came out. After a short exchange, he threw me off the property and I returned here."

"There is something odd about that friend of his, something...I can't quite figure out yet. We'll have to watch that one...he may be useful to our cause in the future. As far as that perfect girlfriend goes? Let's just say I wouldn't suggest going to what is left of Las Vegas and putting a bet down on that marriage ever happening," a foul grin spreading across his face.

"What about that aunt of his?"

"Ah yes, the sinner turned saint." Benedict walked over to the window and gazed into the darkness of the night. "You really need to learn to open your mind to the various possibilities afforded by human nature. She will again return to her sins of the past, and in the end, will be a great asset to us."

"I don't understand."

Leaving the window and taking a seat in the chair next to Draco, Benedict continued, "This is exactly what I'm talking about...think Draco. We have that dolt of an offspring of hers under our thumb. We brought out the magic in him that was hidden all those years by that buffoon, Dumbledore. Dudley is totally and completely in our camp. In the meantime, Potter and his friends have been doing the same thing with Petunia. But they have left out an important ingredient. True, they have brought out her magic and allowed it to grow to her natural abilities, but they are teaching her in the old, 'proper' method, leaving her mind free of all other influence. When the time is right, and she is confronted with a choice between that demon seed of hers, and the 'sainted' offspring of the sister she had such intense jealously of, that muggle maternal instinct will prevail."

"So what do we do now, my lord?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Benedict's voice had changed to a creepy, almost melodic tone and meter. This was a sound Draco hadn't heard before and it made his skin crawl. "Well, not precisely, nothing. We'll have sporadic instances now and then, just to let them know we're still around. In the meantime, I will continue to work on my plan for Potter's ultimate demise and my eventual domination of the earth"

"May I have the honor of assisting you in making this plan, my master?"

Cackling, Benedict responded, "You do my bidding well, my faithful servant; but when it comes to these type of delicate matters, you are definitely...lacking."

Crestfallen, but not wanting Benedict to see the emotion he knew his eyes would betray, Draco cast his eyes at the floor.

"No, I need you to continue working with that titanic oaf. I don't care how you do it, just figure out some way to teach him how to control that magic of his. He is too integrated into my plot, to be allowed to run amuck."

"Yes, my lord, I will do my best."

"I need to have another talk with our pompous friend Percy, and see if he can give me any more information on the precautions around Hogwarts and the ministry. In the meantime, we'll let Potter and his righteous band of wizards and muggles, stew over what is to come next...and when."

Once Benedict and Draco vacated the room, Farquar, who had been hiding in the cupboard, disapparated back to Grimmauld Place.

*******

"Ron, you look dead on your feet."

"Yeah, well, four different countries in six hours isn't too bad, but those meetings with the muggle and wizard leaders in each one really drains me. I wish I had a better idea of what Harry has planned in this war, so I could answer their questions with a bit more detail and encouragement."

Hermione looked up from her book and said, "Speaking of Harry, he invited you to The Happy Hippogriff for dinner and drinks."

"The Happy Hippogriff?"

"He said it's a new place in Hogsmeade, about three blocks down from The Three Broomsticks. It's supposed to be quite a departure from the traditional look of everything else in town, at least on the inside. He wanted to check it out, and thought it would be a chance for the two of you to catch up on things since you haven't been able to spend much time together lately."

"It would be good to spend some time with him. I can't remember the last time we just sat and talked. In fact, neither of us has seen him since his New Years party, three weeks ago." Ron paused, "Are you sure you don't mind? I mean, with mum in Paris visiting Bill and Fluer, it will be just you and the boys."

"Ronald, I think I can care for my own children all by myself for one evening. Anyway, Neville and Ginny are here." With a sly grin, she added, "Just don't get any ideas about making a habit of it!"

"Yes dear. What time am I supposed to meet him?"

She checked her watch and said, "In about forty five minutes."

"Great; that gives me time to see the boys and change my clothes."

"Oh, I put some clothes out on the bed for you."

"You did what?"

"Since it's a new place, I made some inquiries and found out what the general fashion of the place is. Now, get going!"

"Whatever," he mumbled, shaking his head. "By the way, can you get off work around noon on Friday?"

"I'm sure I could manage that. Why?"

"I've got a meeting in Monte Carlo Friday morning and thought it would be nice if you joined me down there. Sort of an early anniversary celebration! We'd be back Saturday evening. Ginny said they'd watch the kids."

"What a lovely idea! Thank you, darling, we could use some time alone."

He leaned down and kissed her. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"I love you too. Now get going before you have no time left to spend with the boys!"

*******

Ron finally found the building that housed the new nightclub. The exterior blended in with the architecture of the other buildings in town. The sign above the door was of polished aluminum with stylized black glossy lettering. A small hippogriff, in the same black glossy style, flew back and forth over the lettering. Walking through the door, he was transported as far away from the world of Hogsmeade as one could imagine. The floor was a charcoal gray concrete with a high gloss finish. The walls, a polished, swirled aluminum. The ceiling was a black matte metal cubed affair, where the white lights were softened by the various colored spot lights aimed at sporadic areas of the wall. He noticed the dance floor to his left; couples going through strange movements in time to the almost primeval music which had a hard, pounding beat.

As he stood there taking everything in, a small, replicated hippogriff flew over and hovered before him, "Good evening sir, welcome to The Happy Hippogriff! How may I assist you this evening?"

"I - I'm supposed to meet Harry Potter."

"Ah, yes, follow me please."

Ron followed the tiny replica across the room and up a spiral staircase to the balcony area. At the far end of the balcony, at a table that overlooked the entire club, Harry watched as Ron followed his escort.

The tiny hippogriff asked, "Would you like to order now? Perhaps a cocktail?"

"I think we'll wait awhile to order dinner, but may we have two of your juice specialties, please."

"Two Happy Hippo juice specials. Your cocktails will arrive momentarily. When you are ready to order, just raise your wand and I will return."

"Juice, Harry?"

"It's their specialty. All I know is that it ain't orange juice from Florida!"

Trying to stifle a cough, Ron said, "No, certainly not orange juice."

Harry grinned, "So does Hermione suspect anything?"

"Not a thing. In fact, I have a meeting in Monte Carlo on Friday and talked her into joining me there for an early anniversary celebration. I really appreciate you allowing me to have her surprise anniversary party at your place."

"Glad to do it! Hard to believe it's been sixteen years already! So, how are the boys?"

"Fine. Looking forward to their birthday party next week. I suggest you come over a little early...they've been practicing some new wrestling moves to use on Uncle Harry!"

"Thanks for the warning. Guess I better spend some extra time in the gym this week."

"That's not all you have to worry about." Harry looked back at Ron with unspoken questions in his eyes. In a grave manner, Ron continued, "Yeah, they're already looking forward to their eleventh birthday next year, 'cuz they will be going to Hogwarts and can see Uncle Harry every day!"

Harry drank some juice and smiled, "I may have to reconsider that position I was offered on the moon! Ready to order?" He held up his wand and the tiny hippogriff flew over instantly. They placed their order and started reminiscing about old times.

"How is Petunia doing these days?"

"Pretty good. It appears that she has really settled into her new life rather well. In fact, she's helping Harold with his studies as we speak."

"How's that whole business with Harold going? Still seems a bit strange whenever I think about it."

"He's doing great. We're up to two sessions per week and he really appears to be a natural. Minerva thinks his natural powers are equal to mine, minus those I received from Voldemort and Dumbledore, of course."

"Sounds like she has taken quite an interest in this undertaking."

"Yeah, she has. It's rather curious though; she was very apprehensive when I first told her about what we were going to do. After the first session, Albus asked to speak with her privately. I brought her to my office and then headed to headquarters. The next day I found out that she had cancelled her afternoon class and had locked herself in her quarters for the rest of the evening, leaving word that she was not to be disturbed. I asked her about it the next day and all she would say is that she had a headache, which I don't believe for a minute, and has refused to discuss it since."

"Why don't you just probe her mind?"

"Ron, you know me better than that! I don't do that to anyone without their knowledge and permission." Ron glared at Harry with raised eyebrows. "Alright, there is the rare occasion, like Malfoy... but that is a completely different situation. That involves the well being of people around the world."

Their food had floated over and softly landed on their table. As they started to eat, Ron changed the subject. "So, how is Antonia these days?"

"Fine...most of the time."

"Most of the time? What happens the rest of the time? Does she turn into a werewolf or something?"

"Not quite a werewolf, but certainly a royal bitch. She'll start an argument with me about some conversation that we never had, or something that she said she had told me about, that she hadn't. There have been occasions when she has gone somewhere and then refused to admit she had ever left, much less tell me where she had gone. There have even been a couple times when she's lost her temper in classes and given out unbelievable homework assignments."

"Have you tried to talk to her about all this?"

"Ron, sometimes you are unbelievably thick! Of course I've tried to talk to her about it. I either get the...'it's none of your business' line, or she apologizing profusely because she doesn't know what came over her. It's all very strange and out of character. Like the rest of us, she isn't perfect, but this is something I've never seen in her in all the time I've known her."

Ron sat quietly and pondered this for a moment. "Maybe Hermione could get some information out of her. If you want, I could ask her to take Antonia to lunch or something and talk to her."

"Why not. God knows I'm out of ideas and I sure as hell don't want to lose her. I'd appreciate any help I can get."

They ate in silence for awhile, watching the varied patron's enjoying their meals and dancing. Finally, Ron said, "Remember the time..."

*******

"I really appreciate the help, Petunia. They are trying to cram so much into my head, while moving that magic from one place to the other, that I feel my head is going to explode at times!"

"I'm glad to help, Harold. I'm no expert, but I think you're making great progress! I doubt they are pushing you any harder than you can handle. Harry and his staff are all highly intelligent and perceptive people. They would never do anything that would adversely affect you."

"Oh, I didn't mean to imply anything like that. I went through similar stress when I was training for the agency. It's just been awhile and I don't want to disappoint any of them. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to Sunday. Harry is going to give me my first flying lesson!"

"Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy that. Personally, I have no desire to sit on a broom and fly anywhere."

Wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, Harry passed them on his way to the kitchen. "Morning! Don't tell me you two have been at that all night."

"Good morning Harry," Aunt Petunia replied. "We were just going over a few things that we didn't get to last night. How was your evening?"

"Great! It was good being able to just sit and talk with Ron. We caught up on a lot of stuff and did quite a bit of reminiscing."

"Looks like your going to workout before you head over," Harold said.

"Yeah, I've been slacking off lately. Ron warned me that the boys have been practicing some new wrestling moves to try out on me next week before their birthday party. I figure now is as good a time as any to get back into it."

"Why are you concerned about a ten year old? Couldn't you just use magic?"

"First of all, it's three hyper ten year olds against one forty year old man. Secondly, the only magic I use is a protective charm on them. They are protected against anything more than a very slight sprain."

"Doesn't that give them a false sense of security?"

"I don't think so. It only applies when they are playing with me. When they play with friends, or anybody else, they're on their own. It's as much for my own peace of mind as for their protection."

"If you don't mind some company, I should start working out again too. I also did some wrestling when I was in the academy. Might help to have a real person to practice with."

"Sure. It's a lot less boring with a workout partner, than going through your paces alone. When you change your clothes, meet me in the gym."

"Before the testosterone gets too thick around here, I think I'll head to the castle," quipped Aunt Petunia. "I want to talk with Shinotqua before breakfast. You kids have fun."

Harry sat there and finished his juice as Harold and Petunia left the room. He thought about how different it was having other people living in the house after living alone for so many years. It felt good and was good practice for when he and Antonia were married.

"Very funny Harry, now unlock the door."

"Unlock it yourself," Harry said as he entered the hallway.

"I don't have the key."

"Considering there is no keyhole, that would make sense. When are you going to stop thinking muggle? I've told you before; you need to use the magic you're learning as often as possible and realize you are now part of the magical world. You know the charm, now get your wand, and open the damn door!"

Harold shook his head as he returned to his room to retrieve his wand. Harry crossed his arms and leaned against the wall as he waited. "Alohomora!" Harold said, with authority.

Laughing, as the door opened, Harry said, "No need to be so dramatic. It will work just fine in a normal voice. Observe." As they entered the gym, Harry said, "Wrestling mat." In a manner of seconds, the mat appeared in the middle of the room.

After stretching and going through some warm-up exercises, Harry asked, "Are you ready to get your arse whipped?"

"Hey, I'm no ten year old boy; if anyone is going to get his ass whooped, it's you buddy!"

They had been going at it for some time when Harold thought he finally had pinned Harry. Harry surprised him by slipping out of his grasp and rolling away. They both laid still, trying to catch their breath. "I will admit this is hell of a lot different with someone my own size."

"No shit! Are you ready to give up?"

"Hell no!"

Harold stood up and said, "Well, come on then."

Harry stood up and started to circle his opponent. He grabbed Harold and soon they were both on the mat again. It became obvious that both men were tiring quickly as they slowed their moves. None the less, the stubborn streak each possessed would not allow either to give up. Finally, Harry flipped Harold on his back and pinned him. He sat on Harold's chest, holding his arms to the mat, staring at him.

"Alright, you've won. You can get off me now; or do you plan to sit there, dripping sweat on me all day?"

"I thought you had brown eyes."

"I do."

"No you don't, they're hazel."

"Either you're color blind, or you need new glasses."

"I'm not color blind, nor do I need new glasses."

"Now you're an eye doctor too?"

"Many years ago a healer charmed these glasses. They won't break and they adjust to any variation in my eyesight."

"Maybe it's the lighting in here, I don't know. What I do know is that I want to get up!"

"Oh...sorry." Harry stood up and offered a hand to Harold. While pulling him up, he said, "Mirror, eye level, south wall."

Harold walked over to check out his reflection. He slowly turned away from the mirror and said, "I don't understand. I knew I was approaching the age that I would probably have to get reading glasses, that's pretty normal, but a change of eye color?"

"Don't know what to tell you. We'll see Madam Pomfrey after breakfast and see what she has to say about it."

*******

"Magically and physically you are perfectly healthy. Although extremely rare, it is not entirely unheard of for a persons eye color to change later on in life. There are times when some extreme physical trauma will allow the recessive gene to suddenly exert more of it's characteristic. I suspect this may be caused by the transfer of your magical powers from one area to the other. Whatever the reason, it is not causing you any harm; therefore, I would not worry about it if I were you."

*******

"Isn't Antonia coming with us?" asked Aunt Petunia as they watched Harold clean the breakfast dishes with his magic.

"No, she's having lunch with Hermione today. I discussed the idea of the gifts for the boys with her and she agreed to go in on them. I hope Hermione will be able to make sense of those mood swings she's been experiencing for the past month. Frankly, I'm a very concerned about it and haven't a clue as to how I can possibly help. Something just isn't right."

A crash was heard from the kitchen, followed by some mumbling. "Are you alright in there?"

Harold stuck his head around the corner, wearing a big grin. "I'm fine, so is the platter I broke and then repaired."

Harry looked at Aunt Petunia and shrugged his shoulders, "At least he's not always thinking like a muggle anymore."

*******

"I'm so glad you were able to make it today," said Hermione as she met Antonia where the road from Hogwarts entered Hogsmeade. "I really should have thought of this months ago."

"I was happy to receive your owl the other day. To tell you the truth, I have thought about it before, but was hesitant to make the first move as I wasn't sure how receptive you'd be to the idea of getting together. Where did you say we are having lunch?"

"A new place called The Happy Hippogriff. Harry and Ron went there the other night and Ron told me it was definitely worth checking out. It's just a few blocks down the road."

"I was surprised that you picked today though, I thought Harry told me that you and Ron were supposed to be in Monte Carlo."

"We were, and it was wonderful! All we did was move our return up a few hours. Last night was the best part of getting away," she said with a smile of satisfaction.

Once settled at their table, the tiny hippogriff took their order and flew off. After a discussion of this most unusual addition to Hogsmeade, Hermione said, "You mentioned that you weren't sure I'd be receptive to getting together. What gave you that impression?"

"It was probably more my own insecurity, than anything you did."

"You certainly don't seem like an insecure person to me!"

"Usually I'm not. But it's been different since I arrived here. It's not the magic or the teaching...I have full confidence in my abilities in those areas and feel I do a very good job." She paused to sip her wine. "The personal side is where the anxiety enters the picture. Although I had done a fair amount of traveling over the years, I had never been to the United Kingdom before. Suddenly I found myself moving to a place I had never even visited."

"Did you accept the position because of Harry?"

"Quite the opposite actually. I almost declined, because of Harry!"

"I think you just lost me."

"I knew of Hogwarts and the excellent reputation it has in the wizarding world. I was honored to be asked to teach here. I was also aware that there hadn't been a foreign student, much less a foreign teacher, that had ever attended or taught there. It wasn't until I learned that Evan and Shinotqua would be joining the staff, and a few foreign students would be starting there that I finally accepted."

"That shouldn't have made a difference; after all, you are eminently qualified."

"Thank you, but I also had to consider my relationship with Harry. It might have reflected poorly on him if the first, and only, foreign teacher was personally involved with the headmaster."

"I see your point, but what does all that have to do with me being receptive to you?"

"That's probably where my own insecurity really comes into the picture. I'm sure you are well aware of all the books and papers that have been written about the 'boy who lived'? Well, the biographies also mention his two best friends, Ron and Hermione." She paused again as their food floated down in front of them. "Even though you are married to Ron, I always had the impression that you were rather protective of Harry and you wouldn't approve of our relationship."

Setting her fork down with a concerned expression, Hermione said, "Oh my God, I hope I never gave that impression as it couldn't be further from the truth! Growing up with Harry, going through so much with him over the years, and knowing how badly he was treated as a child, I guess Ron and I, along with a few others, have always been a bit protective of him. After he defeated Voldemort, finished school, and started teaching and traveling around the world, he seemed to find a certain contentment in his life, but was never really happy. He has always hated all the attention he's received all his life being 'the boy who lived'."

"He seems to handle it very well and with a great deal of modesty." Antonia noted.

"Well, it was either figure out how to deal with it and live his life, or hide under a rock for the rest of his life. He finally figured how to it and has obviously come a long way. He dated on and off over the years, but never seriously. It seems most of the women he went out with were more impressed with his fame and fortune, than in Harry the man. Until you entered his life, his relationship with the triplets has given him the most joy. It's a mutual love society, as they absolutely adore him too."

*******

"How about having their names engraved, so they can tell which one belongs to which child?" Aunt Petunia suggested.

"Good idea, but we can save a few galleons by doing it ourselves at home," Harry replied.

"How about some lunch at The Leaky Cauldron?" Harold asked. "It's on me!"

"Can't pass that up!"

As they waited for their food, Harry quipped, "I wonder how lunch is going in Hogsmeade?"

*******

"So what did you think when Harry first mentioned me?" Antonia asked apprehensively.

"I was shocked that he had been seeing you for over two years before we heard anything about you. But listening to him talk about you and watching his face, I knew he had finally found someone he deeply loved and who loved him, for him and nothing more. Though I must admit; for all the time you've been here, except for the little you told us that first night we met, nobody knows much about you. Listening to Harry, you are perfect in almost every way a woman could be!"

"I'm afraid nothing could be further from the truth. I think it's a classic case of love being deaf, blind, and dumb. I certainly had a happier childhood than he did, at least until my papa died. We had a very special relationship. I was the youngest child and the only girl. When he died, I withdrew and wouldn't let anyone into my world. I would have nothing to do with anyone and drown myself in my studies. I hadn't allowed myself any friends or any fun for a very long time. I finally got to the point of leaving the grief behind and got involved with a group of dark wizards, causing all kinds of trouble and sorrow to others. I didn't care. If my life had been shattered, why should anyone else have any happiness?"

Hermione sat back, cocked her head, and said, "You didn't..."

"No, nothing that drastic. I won't go into any details as I get very embarrassed and ashamed by just thinking about those days."

"Well, something had to have happened to get you out of that lifestyle."

Antonia cast her eyes downward and spoke quietly. One day, a prank went horribly wrong and a man almost died. His young daughter witnessed the entire thing and was absolutely horrified. When I saw her face, all those memories of my papa came flooding back and I totally lost it. I spent the next eight months in Santa Manuela's being healed, re-evaluating my life, and re-directing my priorities. I'm still far from perfect and have quite a temper, but I do try to do the best I can."

"I don't mean to pry, but have you told Harry all this?"

"Yes, he knows all about it and has been very understanding."

"You're not using Harry as a replacement for your father, or anything like that...are you?"

"Not at all. Harry is a completely different type of man than papa was. Anyway, the fantasies I have about Harry have absolutely nothing to do with my papa!" Slightly blushing, she scanned the other patrons in the establishment.

"While we are on the subject, I do have one more question. I've heard reports about your temper in class and you leaving the castle and refusing to say where you've been. Harry has also mentioned some arguments between the two of you. He is very concerned and can't figure out what is going on. You don't think you might be having some kind of a relapse, do you?"

"I don't think so, this is completely different. That was something I did and had control over. This has me confused and concerned. I have no control over myself when it happens and don't remember where I've been when I've gone somewhere. I apologize for the parts I remember, but I can't go on doing that. It sounds shallow after awhile. I've seen Madam Pomfrey, but she can't find anything wrong either. I'm scared Hermione, I don't know what's going on with me."

*******

"Albus, the procedure seems to be going well and Harold's powers are steadily growing. He is a quick study and is making great progress. Are physical changes part of this process?"

"What kind of physical changes?"

"His eyes have turned from brown to hazel. Madam Pomfrey says he is fine and that, although rare, it could be due to the trauma of moving his magic from one area to the other. I don't know why, but I get the feeling there is more going on here than bringing out his magic. I'd really appreciate it if you would just tell me what else is happening here."

"Harry, I told both of you before you started down this path that everything would have to follow its' natural course and that I could not, and would not, reveal the outcome of your decision. I'm sorry, but as I previously indicated, the two of you have to deal with what is to come as it comes."

"You know you have been damned exasperating at times over the years, but you've outdone yourself this time!"

"I've always had a reason for doing everything I did. Besides, there are rules I must follow hanging on this wall, just as there were rules to follow when I was in your position. There are always powers greater than our own, no matter what position we are in. Be patient, Harry, and open your mind and heart to the endless possibilities that the future holds for all concerned."

A knock on the door ended the conversation as Harold and Madam Pomfrey entered the office. Once the session was over, and Harold was pronounced in sound health, Harry headed to Grimmauld Place.

*******

Harry noticed Farquar at the door to the office as he was about to knock. "Come in, Farquar. How are you feeling?"

"I am fine, sir. Thank you for asking."

"I don't think I've had the chance to properly thank you for all your help in rescuing Antonia last month. I doubt she'd be back if you hadn't been there to help Severus."

"I was glad to help, sir. I am just sorry that I failed do more to help Professor Snape. Everything happened so quickly. I guess I just wasn't fast enough. I hope you can forgive me."

Harry looked down at the small creature with compassionate eyes. "There is nothing to forgive, my friend. I know you did your best. Severus knew what he was doing and had his reasons for taking such a chance. He died saving another person...and in doing so, saved himself."

"I don't understand."

"Well, we'll save that explanation for another day. What can I do for you now?"

"I was in Romania a few days ago and overheard a conversation between the dark prince and his assistant."

"You went there without telling anybody?"

"Yes, sir. I thought it a good idea if I were able to get some information and relay it back to you. I am sorry if it was presumptuous of me ."

"Your idea and loyalty are commendable and I appreciate it, but you really need to let someone know when you're going to pop over there. If something happened to you, we'd never know about it, or even where to start looking for you."

"I'll remember that in the future, sir."

"Now that brings us to another question. If you heard this a few days ago, why have you waited until now to disclose this information?"

"You have been busy with many other things, and haven't been here for several days. I serve Harry Potter and while the information may be important and useful, it is not of an urgent nature."

"First of all, Farquar, you don't serve me; you have been hired by the Order. Keeping that in mind, you can relay any information of this type to Remus or Mad-Eye. They are constantly monitoring and planning strategies for our cause. Now, why don't you tell us what you heard?"

The three men listened intently as Farquar relayed the details of the conversation he had witnessed. Expressions were grave as certain pieces of what Benedict had been doing became clear. Although there weren't enough pieces to put the puzzle together yet, it did answer a few questions...and brought up a few others.

"Thank you, Farquar, this information is more useful than you may have originally thought. I'll have to remember to add a bonus next payday."

"That's not necessary, sir. I'm just glad I could be of assistance. If you will excuse me, I better get started on my cleaning." With a bow, he left to start his daily chores.

Sitting back in his chair, Harry said, "This both clears and complicates things. We're going to have to watch Harold more closely. We can't take the chance of allowing him to fall into Benedict's grasp. He certainly hasn't had enough experience in our world to deal with that kind of a situation yet."

"Speaking of Harold, how is the transfer coming along?" Remus asked.

"Faster and more smoothly than I expected. It appears that he is going to be a pretty powerful wizard. "You should see him on a broom. At the rate he's going, he's going to give me competition!" Harry's voice lowered a bit as he continued, "There seems to be certain side affects though."

"Like what?" Mad-Eye growled.

"Well, for one thing his eyes have changed from brown to hazel. Also, some of his physical features seem to have changed slightly, though I don't think it has been enough for anyone else to notice." Remus and Mad-Eye silently glanced at each other and then back ay Harry.

"I think, or at least hope, that Benedict is wrong about Aunt Petunia and that maternal instinct. Further, we'll have to watch for his sporadic attacks around the world. They may be few and far between, but that doesn't mean they won't be any less deadly than any of the others. I'll also have to check with Hermione about the precautions around the ministry and the floo network. Though I doubt there is anything that hasn't been changed since Percy's betrayal."

"What do you think his reference to Antonia means?" Remus asked.

"I don't like the only conclusion that I come up with regarding that. We know Benedict was planning to perform a procedure on her to force her to turn to the evil side. We assumed he didn't have the time to actually do it. She mentioned that she never saw him, but he had visited her once while she was under a spell that temporarily blinded her. At the time I thought he might have just have been evaluating her before he started anything. It may be that encounter was actually the initial session...it would certainly answer some questions about her behavior during the past month."

*******

"Aunt Petunia, Harold and I are going to go to the Burrow early so I can get the usual horseplay over with before the other guests arrive. We'll take the gift with us. I told Antonia that you'd wait for her, so the two of you could go together. I hope you don't mind."

"That's fine. We'll see you later. I hope you are still in one piece by the time we get there."

"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence." He took the huge, brightly wrapped birthday gift and set it on his toes, while the top of it rested against his nose. Holding the sides of the four foot wide box with his hands, he told Harold hold onto his shoulder. That figured out, they apparated to the Burrow.

Molly dropped the kettle she had just pulled out of the cupboard and leaned against the counter. "Merlin's ghost, Harry. You scared the living daylights out of me! What in the world is that?"

"A birthday gift. I do believe that is the purpose of this little get together."

"Well yes, but that is bigger than the boys are!"

Harold took the gift and asked, "Where should I put this, Molly?"

"Why don't you put it in the office off the living room. Close the door on your way out if you don't mind. If the boys see that, there will be no peace until they open it!"

Harry looked around the room and asked, "Where is everybody?"

"Ron and Hermione took the boys for a walk so I could get a few things done in peace. Ginny and Neville are at their architects office discussing plans for the new house. They decided to build on the site of their old house. Ginny is looking forward to doing all the interior decorating. Being a partner in your own decorating firm certainly helps with the cost. The twins and Charlie are in Paris at the moment. That entire lot will be here a bit later. I even talked Remus into coming."

"Remus! How did you manage that?"

"I can be pretty persuasive at times. He also wants to meet Harold. Frankly Harry, I'm surprised that you haven't introduce him to Remus and Mad-Eye yet."

"With everything that has been going on, I guess it slipped my mind. Anybody else?"

"Of course, some of the boy's friends and their parents will be here too. It's going to be a pretty full house. It would be a lot easier if this was June thirtieth instead of January thirtieth. We could have a yard party, where there is plenty of room."

Harry smiled, "It will be just fine, I'm sure. By the way, does Hermione suspect anything about the anniversary party next week?

"Heavens no. She is expecting a quiet dinner with you and Antonia." As Harold returned to the room, Molly didn't miss a beat. "Harold, dear, how is the magic transfer coming along? I hope you're adjusting to your new life without any problems."

"I guess it's coming along okay. I'm certainly no expert on the subject. On the other hand, I seem to be adjusting faster than I expected. I've even started learning how to fly!"

"I hope Harry isn't pushing you on the flying. He was a natural from the first time he ever mounted a broom, and I think he forgets that not everyone has that same kind of natural ability."

Harry turned toward her, "Are you kidding? We've only been out three times and I have to hold him back. He's just as much a natural as I am!"

A trio of voices rang out, "Uncle Harry!"

"Hi guys, happy birthday!"

Two of them each took Harry's hands, while the third started pushing his back. "Come on Uncle Harry, we've been practicing. Yeah, you're finally going to lose today!"

"You think so? I've got news for you, I've been practicing too." Harry glanced back at his friends only to see Hermione giving him a small wave.

Handing Harold a beer, Ron said, "It will be awhile before anyone else arrives; how about a game of wizard chess?"

"Wizard chess? I'm pretty good at chess, but haven't heard of wizard chess before."

"It's the same rules as regular chess but has a little more action to it. Hang on while I go get it."

"Oh no you don't," Molly said. "I'm going to need that table soon. You two can go play in the other room."

They had to time their moves through the living room as not to interfere with the big tournament happening on the floor. As they sat on the far side of the room Ron emptied the velvet bag containing the pieces onto the chess board. Harold started to reach for the pieces in order to set them up, but froze when he saw the diminutive figures start moving by themselves.

"They'll line themselves up. Of course, this lot likes to socialize before a match, so this might take a few minutes. When you want to make a move, all you do is speak the command and they do the rest."

"Look Dad, we won!" exclaimed Douglas.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Well, we're on top of him. What can he do?"

"Never underestimate your Uncle Harry. I bet it all depends on what time it is."

"Why what time is it?"

"Don't you know what time it is?" said Harry.

"No, what time is it?"

"It's...TICKLE TIME!" His fingers quickly traveling from one boy to the next. The sound of giggles spreading through the house.

"Okay, okay, we give up already!"

"It's about time!" Harry chuckled, as he tried to catch his breath. "I'm thirsty, I think I need something to drink."

As Harry headed to the kitchen, Ron noticed Harold staring at the area where only moments before, all the action had taken place. "You alright mate?"

"Does the affection the boys obviously have for Harry ever bother you? I mean, every time they see him, it's like no one else exists."

"No, it is just part of growing up in a large family. With seven of us growing up in this house, there was always some kind of horse-play, argument, or trick being played between us. Actually, I think it does Harry more good than the boys. His childhood was total crap. He wasn't allowed any friends, was treated like a punching bag by that dolt of a cousin of his, and barely treated as a human being by his aunt and uncle. It's really the only time I ever see Harry completely let go of everything else that constantly burdens his thoughts."

Harold kept silent, slowly nodding his head while continuing to stare at the floor.

"I guess I don't have to tell you about Harry's childhood. From what he has told me, your own situation was almost a mirror image of his."

Finally breaking his stare, Harold said, "Yeah, I even have my own version of you and Hermione. Steve and Marta eventually got married, but only managed twins. I'm their godfather, and have a great time with the kids, but it's not quite the same as what I see here. I still haven't figured out how I'm going to tell Steve and Marta about all this!"

Before Ron could reply, Harry returned with Antonia. "Look who finally got here. How's the game going?"

A voice from one of the pieces was heard. "Are you kidding? They haven't even started and we're getting bored just standing around."

As they all gazed at the board, Ron roared, "Shut it, you!"

The house seemed to shrink as more and more of the guests arrived. The kids gave up and went upstairs to play. Conversations varied from worries over Benedict, to family matters, to the latest Quidditch standings and player trades. At times, Harold felt like a science experiment, or something on display, with the amount of interest in, and questions about, his unique situation.

"I heard you got talked into coming to this little celebration," Harry said as Remus entered the room.

"It's never a little celebration when Molly is involved. Anyway, I needed to get out of that house for awhile. I must admit I had an ulterior motive as well...I want to meet your new friend."

"I think that can be arranged, follow me." Harry led the way to the other side of the room where Harold was trapped by the Fred, George, Charlie, and Bill.

"What do you mean your eyes changed color by themselves?" George was asking. "That just doesn't happen by itself."

"Well, if you can figure out how it happened without contact lenses, which I don't have, let me know."

"If you guys will please excuse us for a few minutes," Harry interrupted. The brothers nodded and left. "Harold this is Remus Lupin, one of my father's best friends. He was also one of the best teachers I've ever had, not to mention a good friend and advisor. Remus, our newest wizard, Harold Porter."

Shaking hands, Remus studied Harold with great interest. "It's nice to finally meet you, Harold. I've heard a great deal about you in the past few months. How are you adjusting to your new life?"

"Pretty well, except for occasions like this, where I seem to be the subject of the evening."

"Why don't we sit over there and you can tell me about yourself," Remus suggested. They headed over to a couple of open chairs in the corner to continue the conversation.

All the children ate at the kitchen table. Molly laid the food out on the counters, buffet style and the adults were left to serve themselves and find a place to sit, wherever. Harry and Antonia each carried two plates to an open spot they found on the couch. Harry sent two of the plates floating across the room to Harold and Remus. They looked back and gave a nod of thanks.

"Boy, they seem to really be involved in their conversation," Antonia noted.

"Remus has a way of doing that with people."

Ginny and Neville sat on the floor across from Harry and Antonia, to share the coffee table. "So how did the meeting go with the architect?"

"Very well actually," Ginny replied. He came up with a fantastic floor plan with an exterior that blends into the surrounding area wonderfully. We'll have a lot more room than we did before. With a full crew, it should be finished by mid summer."

Neville shook his head, "The scariest part of the entire thing is my wife, the interior decorator. I may need a raise, Harry!"

"Hey, they're lighting the candles," Ginny said, "We'd better get in the kitchen, or risk the wrath of mum!" They all headed in , sang 'happy birthday', and watched the candles literally blow away.

An unidentified voice in the crowd quipped, "Good one Fred!"

Once they had their fill of cake and ice cream, Arthur asked, "Is it time for presents now?"

Sporting a large grin, Molly said, "Yes, yes, yes. Everyone into the living room."

The boys and their friends sat on the floor in the middle of the room, behind a mountain of presents. Wrapping paper started flying as did giggles, and ahs. Harry, Antonia, Ron, and Hermione stood against the wall near the office enjoying the sights and sounds. Once the brightly colored paper had found its' way to every corner of the room, and the new treasures were being examined, Hermione said, "So, what do you say to everyone?"

In unison came, "Thanks everyone!" James looked around the room, at his brothers, and turned around, facing Harry. In a small, almost hurt, voice came, "Uncle Harry, didn't you bring a present?"

The room became silent as all eyes fell upon Harry. "I could have sworn we brought something." He furrowed his brow and held his chin in his hand. "Oh, I remember, Harold was in charge of that. You better check with him."

As all eyes moved to the other side of the room, Harold could feel the blush cover his face. "Harry, it's behind you. Why don't you...?"

"Sorry, but you can't skirt your responsibility. How can you sit there and disappoint those little boys?"

Harold leaned toward Remus, "Excuse me...your friend is being a royal ass." He maneuvered his way across the room, trying not to step on anyone or anything. He stopped in front of Harry, who was standing in front of the door to the office. "You're going to pay for this," he whispered.

"Yeah, right."

"If you want me to get the box, you have to move."

Harry moved to the side as Harold entered the office. With a sad smile, Remus watched the interaction with great interest. His concentration was broken as the enormous box was placed in front of the boys.

The boys looked at the huge box wrapped in crimson red foil, adorned with an extremely over size golden bow. "Is this for us?"

Harold shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe you should read what it says."

Arthur got up on his knees and read: "To Arthur, Douglas, and James. From Uncle Harry, Antonia, Aunt Petunia, and Harold. Fly High, fly fast!"

Ron whispered, "Harry, you didn't!"

"Didn't what?" Harry re-focused his attention on the boys.

"Who's going to open it?" asked Arthur.

Harold looked down at them and said, "Tell you what. You take care of the ribbon, you take care of the paper, and you open the box. Deal?"

"Deal!" As Arthur started on the ribbon, Harold backed up and stood next to Harry. Once James had opened the box, there were three pairs of eyes that were almost too big for the faces that said, "WOW!" They just knelt there staring at the three new broomsticks.

"Bit extravagant, isn't it Harry?" Hermione questioned.

"Not really. They're a good starter, racing broom, and they are from all four if us." He lowered his voice and continued, "Don't forget, I get discounts from almost all of the various manufacturers."

"Well, it is still very generous, Harry!"

"Mum, can we try them out?"

"No, it's starting to get dark. You'll have plenty of time tomorrow. Now, what do you say?"

They ran over and hugged Harry and Harold with kisses for Antonia. Over to Aunt Petunia, for another round.

"Very generous mate; thanks!" Ron then proceeded to investigate the brooms more thoroughly.

"Harry, I have to get going," Antonia whispered.

"What do you mean, going?" Harry whispered back. "Where do you have to go right now? You've known about these plans for weeks."

"I don't have to explain everything I do or every move I make to Harry."

Harold and Hermione were still standing close enough to hear most of the whispered argument. Molly had also noticed something strange going on, and kept an eye in their direction.

Harry held her wrists and replied, "I never said you had to explain everything to me. But these disappearances are getting worrisome and I can't figure them out. This is completely out of character for you. Why don't you just stay here and we'll talk about it later. We've got to figure out what is going on with you."

Antonia started to shiver, and a wild look entered her eyes. Suddenly, her eyes rolled back into her head. Harry caught her as she collapsed. Harold opened the door to the office and followed Harry as he gently laid Antonia on the couch. Hermione joined them, closing the door behind her.

A moment later, Molly entered the room. "What's going on? Is she alright?"

"Molly, will you please get a message to Madam Pomfrey and have her floo here straight away? Hermione, I think you better get back out there and keep everyone from making a fuss over this. Don't let the boy's party get ruined. Harold, check the cupboard and see if you can find a blanket."

As Hermione left the room and Harold searched for a blanket, Molly pulled out her wand and enlarged the fireplace opening in the office. In a manner of minutes Madam Pomfrey was examining Antonia. Harry paced and ran his fingers through his hair. Harold wanted to comfort him, but hadn't a clue as to what he could possibly do.

Remus entered the room to offer any assistance he could, but stood silently once he noticed Madam Pomfrey.

She finished her examination and said, "She doesn't appear to be in any immediate danger, but I have never seen anything like this before. I suggest you get her to St. Mungo's as soon as possible."

"I'll take her straight away. Thanks for your help! Sorry Harold, looks like you'll have to floo home after the party. I don't know how long this is going to take, so don't wait up. Molly thanks for everything. I'll let you know what's going on as soon as I know. I doubt the healers will have an answer before tomorrow though."

"I'm going with you Harry," Remus with a touch of parental authority in his voice.

Standing up with Antonia in his arms, Harry said, "Alright, hold on to my shoulder." Once Remus took hold, they apparated straight to the emergency room at St. Mungo's.

*******

"Professor Potter, what happened?" asked the receptionist. "Why don't you bring her in here." She led them into a small, private examining room, where Harry laid Antonia on the bed. "Let me summon the healer, I'll be right back."

As she left the room, Remus said, "I think you'd better try probing her mind before they get back. This may have something to do with her abduction...something that we may not have considered."

"I don't know if I like that idea. Not knowing what's wrong, I'd be afraid of the possibility of causing some kind of damage. I think it best if we consult with the healer before doing anything."

"Maybe you've got a point there."

The door opened to reveal a blond haired man with a kind face and a knowledgeable air about him. "Hello, I'm Healer Sawicki. Please tell me happened and any background problems that you may have noticed lately...no matter how insignificant they may seem. The healer listened conscientiously to Harry's explanation of Antonia's abduction, her mood swings, her sudden bursts of argumentativeness, her unexplained disappearances, their whispered argument and her collapse. "I see. Has she had any physical problems or complaints through any of this?"

"I haven't noticed anything, and she never complained about not feeling well to me."

"I don't see her in any immediate physical danger, but I need to do a complete examination before I can give you any details." Glancing at the parchment on the bedside table, he continued, "I see that Antonia is single?"

"Yes, though we are engaged."

"If you can contact a parent or sibling, it would help. We would need the next of kin's permission for any treatment that may be required. If you would take care of that while I perform the exam, it would be most helpful."

Difficult as the idea of leaving her side was, Harry figured it would give him something to do during the exam since he was going to be asked to step into the waiting room anyway. "I understand. I'll get in contact with her mother presently." He leaned over, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "I love you."

As they left the room, the healer summoned his assistant.

"Remus, do you mind staying here while I go to Rome to collect Josephine?"

"Of course not. I'll contact Mad-Eye in the meantime and fill him in on what has happened."

"Okay, but let's not let it spread any farther until we know more."

Remus nodded and said, "Harry, she's going to be alright."

Trying to keep his emotions in check, Harry managed a weak smile and apparated.

*******

Standing before the ornate front door of the LaFortezza villa, Harry took a deep breath and knocked.

"Enrico! This is a surprise. Come in. What are you doing here at this hour? Is something wrong with Antonia?

He led her into the living room where he explained the situation, stressing that Antonia was in no immediate danger, and that the healer had requested her presence. "You might want to bring a suitcase. You are welcome to stay at the Hillside for as long as you wish."

"Grazie. Just give me a few minutes to get a few things together." She walked over to a small table, picked up the crystal decanter, and poured some of the clear liquid into a liquor glass. "Now, drink this slowly while I get my things."

Harry sipped the fluid. Instantly feeling the warming effect, he asked, "Mama, what is this?

"It's a liquor called Rosolio! A homemade liquor that has been passed down through the family for many generations."

Harry watched as she headed upstairs to pack. He had to marvel at her inner strength and the calmness of her demeanor. He expected her to be close to hysterics with the news he had delivered. He started to pace as he finished his drink. As Josephine re-entered the room, Harry said, "Mama, I have to ask...how can you be so calm when I just told you that I had to rush Antonia to the hospital?

She took his hand and guided him to the couch. Once seated, she held his hand between hers and began. "First of all, I have learned over the years that falling into an immediate state of panic benefits no-one. Second, and more important, you came here in person to tell me the news. Since you started by telling me that she was in no immediate danger, that was a good sign. Further, the fact that you came and didn't send an owl or someone else told me a great deal. You would never have left her side if it were a touch and go situation. It's not to say that I'm not terribly worried; I'm just not panicked. Now, can we get going?"

Harry leaned closer, kissed her cheek, and hugged her. "I think I'm going to like having you for a mother-in-law!"

"I don't think I could have found a better man to marry my daughter if I had traveled the world over myself."

"Well, I don't know about that. If you're ready?" Harry picked up the suitcase and held his arm out. She took his arm, and a moment later they were back in the waiting room at St. Mungo's.

*******

"Any word?"

"Not yet," Remus replied. "I take it, this is Antonia's mother?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. Remus Lupin, Josephine LaFortezza."

As they shook hands, the healer walked over to them. Harry introduced Josephine to Antonia's healer and asked, "Well, how is she? Have you found out what the problem is?"

Healer Sawicki gestured to a group of chairs in the corner, "Let's sit down over there." Once seated, he started to explain. "Antonia is the subject of a powerful curse. It is similar to the Imperius Curse, but is permanent and can only be removed by the one who has cast the curse or by the death of said person. Her present condition seems to have been brought on by an internal struggle. Apparently she has been trying to fight it off as one might do with the Imperius Curse. It culminated earlier when the two of you were having your disagreement. She was fighting the summons her mind heard. At the same time, she desired to tell you what was going on, but couldn't due to the nature of the curse. The strain of all those conflicts in her head at once caused her to collapse."

With deep concern creeping across his face and a lead weight in his stomach, Harry asked, "So what do we do know?"

"I have put her into a magically induced coma for her own protection. Using this type of coma, she is in no pain and in no danger from any reaction to the curse. Other than that, all we can do is wait for the wizard that cursed her to release her...or die."

"Do you know who cursed her?"

"I have no way of knowing that. It would take a powerful penetration of her mind to the answer to that question. I'm sorry, but I don't have that kind of power."

Harry glanced at Remus, who simply gave a small nod. "Healer Sawicki, I do have an idea who is probably responsible for this. With your permission, I would like to probe her mind in order to confirm my suspicions."

"I've heard rumors about your extraordinary powers, but had no idea just how far reaching they are." He surveyed Harry for a moment. "I will allow it, but there are a few things you must understand and one very important condition."

"Go ahead."

"First of all, you must understand that this type of coma puts a shield between the conscious and unconscious mind. You will be able to penetrate the barrier, but the images will not be in the natural order that you find entering a conscious mind. There will be bizarre images that have nothing to do with anything. Those are images are trying to form dreams, which of course are blocked by the coma. They do not necessarily have anything to do with true life experiences or even conscious thought." Sawicki paused and became even more serious. "You must not try to communicate with her mind in any way, shape of form. I am sure you will be tempted to at least to re-assure her or tell her that you love her. DON'T. Once the curse is broken and the coma rescinded, her mind will return to normal. If you try anything, or even leave the slightest hint of a message, the results could be disastrous! Do you understand what I am telling you?"

Harry nodded, "Yes sir."

As they entered Antonia's room, Josephine tried to reach out to her unconscious daughter. Sawicki gently took her arm and said, "Not yet. Any outside stimuli will send her mind in a different thought process. She will try to decipher who is with her. Professor, you must not touch her either; at least not until you finish your probe."

Harry pulled the chair as close to the bed as possible. After taking a couple of deep breaths, he leaned over so that his nose was about an inch away from hers. A moment later, he was wondering her jumbled mind. His love for her kept interfering with the matter at hand. He silently shared the joys of her life, while his heart ached at the pains and sorrows he witnessed. He finally sat back, breathing forcefully.

"Were you successful?" Remus inquired.

"Yes, as we feared, it was Benedict."

"I don't want to pry, but I am curious about one thing. At one point, you did manage a smile."

Blushing, Harry looked up and said, "Her two most powerful joyous memories are of the day in Rome when we got engaged and a day we spent on a small deserted island a few weeks before that."

No-one knew exactly what to do or say at that point. Finally, Healer Sawicki said, "I suppose there is no way that this Benedict person can be convinced to release her?"

"No. You'd have better luck getting the sun to shine twenty four hours a day. Benedict has a separate, personal side to this war. If this news gets back to him, which it undoubtedly will, it will only give him cause to gloat. He is determined to make me as unhappy and suffer as much guilt and pain as possible before he kills me."

"Well, I suggest you find a way to defeat him quickly. Not that I am in any way suggesting that you and your associates haven't been doing everything possible. Use the time that you were able to spend with Antonia in planning, meetings, etc. I am limiting you to a maximum visitation of two hours per day. Further, I am limiting Mrs. LaFortezza to four hours per day." Before either of them could raise an objection, Sawicki continued, "I know this sounds harsh and cold, but it is for the benefit of all concerned. It will help no-one if your health suffers from sitting here for hours on end. It will also be of no use to Antonia at all with this type of coma. She is not in any physical danger and is content in her own world. On the other hand, I can understand your desire for her not to be alone, as well as added protection from your enemies. Thus, I propose that you find volunteers to take turns staying with her. Give me the list and I will make a schedule for visitation."

"But..."

"Professor, we can do this on a friendly volunteer level, or I can make it a medical order. I am sure you are aware of the penalties for disobeying medical orders...unless you feel yourself above the law?"

"No, of course not. I'm sure I can find a few people who would be willing to help Antonia."

"Harry, once the call goes out, I'm sure you will have more volunteers than you can imagine." Remus smiled, "You can start your list with Mad-Eye and myself. I'm sure the entire Weasley family will insist on it, as well as most, if not all of your staff...and that is only for starters. Now, if you will excuse me, I should floo back to headquarters and relieve Mad-Eye."

"Thanks, Remus. I'll talk with you sometime tomorrow."

"Enrico, go home and get some sleep. I'll stay with her for the rest of the night."

Harry nodded, and turned toward the healer. Shaking his hand, Harry said, "Thank you Healer, for everything. I will get that list to you as soon as I can. Please forgive me if I appeared uncooperative. It's just that I love her so much, and seeing her like this makes me feel so completely helpless."

"Don't worry about it, I completely understand. I will await our next meeting and will keep you informed of any changes in her condition...not that I'm expecting any change. I'll give you three a moment alone." He then stepped out of the room.

Harry leaned over, gently kissed Antonia, and whispered in her ear, "I love you." He took Josephine's hand and said, "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. If I hadn't fallen in love with your daughter, neither of you would have to go through any of this."

Trying to keep her temper in check and her voice low, Josephine started, "Enrico, keep thinking and talking like that and you will experience the effects of an Italian mother's temper! You can't live your live buried in that castle, hiding from the love and friendship of others. If you did, you would of no use to anybody for anything. Life and love are full of joys, sorrows, chances, and unexpected turns of events. That is what makes life worth living. Without the bad, or even the mundane, the joys would be just common everyday events and wouldn't be joys at all. Now GO HOME!"

Feeling properly chastised, Harry knew better than to even try a response. "I'll take your suitcase with me. Do you need anything out of it?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you. Good night."

Harry picked up the suitcase and disapparated.

*******

He set the suitcase down next to the couch and saw Harold asleep in the leather chair next to the fireplace. Gently shaking his shoulder, he said, "Harold, wake up!"

Harold woke with a start. "Harry, what time is it?"

"About midnight. What are you doing in here?"

"Waiting for you. I wanted to know how Antonia is doing."

Harry paced around the room as he filled Harold on all the details. "So, that's where it stands at the moment."

"Well, you can certainly add me to that list. How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay."

"No you're not...out with it!"

"How is it you've come to know me so well in the short period of time we've known each other?"

"I don't know. Compared to the short amount of time I usually had to infiltrate certain groups around the world, this has been a lifetime. Don't change the subject. What is going on in that head of yours?"

"I don't know. I just can't do this anymore. All my life has been one giant disaster after another. Ever since I was an infant people have made sacrifices for me, and some have even paid with their lives. I'm tired of being the savior of the bloody world. Maybe if I give up, Benedict will release Antonia."

"Really! What kind of life would she have with you dead and Benedict achieving his dream of world domination? What kind of world would this be for any decent person whether magical or muggle?"

Petunia had been awakened by the sound of their raised voices. As she walked down the hallway to investigate, she heard the subject matter. Keeping herself in the shadows of the hallway, she silently watched and listened as the discourse progressed.

"You wouldn't understand the shit I've gone through all my life. I'm just sick of it!"

Raising his voice, Harold responded, "There are almost seven billion people on this planet, but you are so damn special, that no other life could possibly compare to the trials and tribulations of the great Harry Potter! Is that what you are trying to tell me? Or do you think that someone who spent forty years of his life as a mere muggle hasn't the brain capacity to understand such a complicated and involved life?"

Harry's anger was climbing faster than a thermometer in the desert in the middle of summer. He started to shake and his eyes turned vibrant green as he stared at Harold.

Harold stood up and said, "Hold it right there." He walked over and took Harry's wand out of his pocket and placed it on the table next to his own.

"What did you do that for?"

"Self protection. You're angry, and before your anger increases, I thought it best to remove that before you instinctively whipped it out and cursed me. Don't even think about using those super powers of yours either. Obviously I can't stop you, but if you did injure me, or worse, it would only increase this guilt trip you're on at the moment. If you want to get physical, so be it. It will be in muggle fashion, and you wouldn't stand a chance in a muggle fight with me. I've been well trained and have had to use those skills on numerous occasions over the years." Returning to his chair, Harold said, "Okay, on with the story of your life. Just the condensed version and highlights please, after all we're talking forty years here."

"This is idiotic. I feel stupid. I don't even know how or where to begin."

"I don't care how stupid you feel, just get started! Try starting at the beginning...you were born."

With a heavy sigh, Harry looked up at the ceiling. "When I was fifteen months old, my parents were killed by Voldemort, who also tried to kill me. I was dumped on the Dursley's door step because they were the only blood family I had left. Spent the next ten years being treated like some slimy thing they found under a rock. Couldn't go out of the house, except to school, so I had no friends. Dudley used me for a punching bag, which didn't seem to bother my dear aunt and uncle in the least. Eleven years old Hagrid rescued me and told me I was a wizard, and off to Hogwarts I went." He described many details of the various problems and adventures he had experienced during his years at school. The numerous times he had almost lost his life; finding his godfather at the age of thirteen, only to lose him two years later. Details of the war that lasted through his sixth and seventh years at school. His ultimate triumph over Voldemort and how he had rid the world of the dementors, or so he thought.

"Once I graduated, I decided to teach Defense of the Dark Arts, since Hogwarts had been the only place that I ever had really felt at home. It was difficult to go anywhere in Britain with the fame that simply kept growing over the years. Constantly being recognized, I never had any privacy here. So, I started traveling around the world. It didn't matter if it was just for a weekend of a couple weeks during the Christmas and Easter holiday's or a couple months during the summer holiday. Met wonderful people, learned customs, ate new foods, etc. Of course there were always the little Voldemort wanna-bees here and there, that I was asked to dispatch. After the original, the knockoffs were hardly a challenge at all."

"Go on," Harold encouraged.

"Three years ago I met Antonia and spent a lot of time in Italy in order to be with her. Last summer I was appointed Headmaster of Hogwarts, Benedict started bringing his wickedness to the worlds attention, Dumbledore started revealing more secrets...his latest involving you and me, which I still haven't a clue as to what is going on with that one. You and I met, Antonia was abducted, Severus died bringing her back, now we find out that she was cursed during her captivity, and will be in this coma until we can dispose of Benedict. Now you are sitting there, playing mind games! Satisfied?"

Harry stopped pacing and stood in front of Harold. He was shaking as he fought to control his emotions, hands balled into fists at his side.

"That was a little more condensed than I had hoped for, but it will suffice." Harold stood up to find himself a bit weak-kneed. "Sit down Harry."

"I don't want to sit down."

The sudden expression of anger that crossed Harold's face took Harry by surprise and even made him a bit uncomfortable. Harold put his hands on the top of Harry's shoulders and shoved him into the chair he had just vacated. "You're starting to piss me off Harry. Now, SIT DOWN, SHUT-UP, AND LISTEN!"

Harry did as he was told, though his eyes kept wandering back to the identical wands lying on the coffee table. None-the-less, he had promised no magic and he was going to stick to it.

Now it was Harold who started to pace as he began his story. "Let's see, my parents were killed when I was an infant and I was shipped off to live with the Dorsey's. Spent the next ten years being treated like some slimy thing they found under a rock. Wasn't allowed out of the house, except to go to school, so I had no friends. Larry constantly used me as a punching bag, much to the delight of his parents. Thanks to some unknown benefactor, I was able to attend St. Gregory's for the entire seven year program. I was fortunate enough to meet Steve and Marta on the train that took us to the school. We've been best friends ever since. Had a lot of adventures, though nothing as bizarre as magic stones, hidden chambers, and all that. I got involved in football and was damn good at it. Only went home for summer vacations because I was forced to. By the way, summer vacations over there were three months long, as opposed to your two month summer holidays here."

"Once I graduated, the government recruited me for their undercover operative program. I went through intense training learning several foreign languages; self defense, not to mention all kinds of technical crap and the like. It is an extremely interesting profession, though nothing like the 'secret agent' movies and television shows that are always coming out. I have always been paid extremely well."

A few years ago, while I was enjoying some down time, at home in Minnesota, I met Sophia. We started dating and fell in love. I never did anything about it because of my profession. At least not until that day in the Crystal Court Café, when Kyle talked some sense into me. You should remember that, you heard most of the conversation. A couple weeks later, we became engaged. You know the rest of the story from there."

Harry started to say something, but was quickly silenced. "Now much of that story should sound very familiar to you. You're sitting there wondering what the point is. Brace yourself, here it comes."

"At least you know who your parents were, their names, and have pictures of them. I haven't a clue who my parents were, what their names were, of even a hint as to what they looked like. Hell, I don't even know if Harold Porter is my given name. The birth certificate that the Dorsey's gave me says Harold Porter, but under parents it says Jane Doe and John Doe. You have been able to reconcile with your aunt, and have forgiven her for your crappy childhood. The two of you seem to have been able to finally become a family. The Dorsey's were killed in a tornado that completely demolished the house. There was debris scattered for blocks. I found a strongbox they had hidden in their bedroom. When I forced it open, I was shocked to discover that they were NEVER related to me. They had agreed to raise me for a sizeable amount of money. Part of that money was supposed to take care of my food, clothing, education, etc. They spent every penny on themselves and that spoiled brat they sired. I have no idea if I ever had any godparents, or if I was ever even christened. In short, I don't and never did have any relative to reconcile with. I am totally and completely alone in this world!"

"True both Steve and Marta's family were very kind to me over the years, but I never became the 'adopted' member that you became with the Weasley's. Of course, there was all the danger and attention you received because of your multi year battle with that Voldemort person and assorted wanna-bees thereafter. You will never convince me that you don't at least appreciate the knowledge that people admire and appreciate everything you have done for them. My experience in that type of thing came later for me than it did for you. All those years as an operative, infiltrating rouge governments and terrorist groups, stopping plans of terrorism and mass destruction. I have saved literally hundreds of millions of people. Knowing what I know about the wizarding world, I've saved a large number of them too! Best part of all that? Except for the government, there isn't a soul alive that has a clue of what I've done for mankind. Oh yeah, I get medals and citations. I get to see them once in a private closed door ceremony in the white house or some such place, but I don't get to keep them. They are kept in a vault in D.C. with all my files. Hell, I was perfect for the job. If I were ever captured or killed, the government simply disavows any and all knowledge of my existence and that is the end of that. After all, with no family and only a few close friends, who would miss me? Sure, Steve, Marta, Evan and maybe one or two others might wonder for awhile, but never being able to find out anything for sure, I'd eventually turn into a memory of an old friend with whom they had simply lost touch with."

This was having a larger affect on Harold than he had expected. He tried to calm his breathing and contain his emotions in order to continue.

"So you were the ripe old age of eleven when you were told you were a wizard. In case you've already forgotten, I was forty when you informed me that I was supposed to be part of this world from the beginning. How do you think I feel learning all this stuff and all about the entire wizarding world now? You have no idea how many times in the past month I've wondered how different my life would have been if I found this out when I was eleven. On top of all that, there is the mystery of who did this to me and why! And let's not forget the change of eye color and a few other minor physical changes that I have noticed in the past few days. Then there is the ever popular secret that you haven't a clue about. I don't know about you, but it makes me nervous as hell!"

"Let's not forget Sophia. We barely get engaged and I end up moving to another country where I only get to see her for a couple hours on the weekend if she has the time to apparate over, and the one time you took me over there, which I did appreciate. I know it's hard for you to watch Antonia lie there in that coma, and being limited to visits of only two hours per day. But at least she is safe and close by. I'll bet you anything that by tomorrow night that list of yours is going to have so many names on it, that anyone on it will only have to give up a couple hours once every ten days or so."

"DAMN IT, HARRY. All in all, your life really hasn't been all that bad. Yes, there have been horrors, horrendous decisions, and the list goes on. On the other hand you've risen above all that and done some really spectacular things with your life. You've got family and friends who love you and care about you. There is a planet full of wizards who admire you and are thankful for everything you've done on their behalf."

Harold started to lose it as the shakes continued and his eyes glassed over. "Next t-time you start filling up with that self-pity, just r-remember, there is at least one person that has had a far worse life than you've h-had." Harold dropped to his knees, sat back on his legs, hid his face in his hands, and tried like hell not to completely lose it.

Stunned and feeling like the biggest arse on the planet, Harry's eyes closed for a moment. He got off the chair and sat on his legs in front of Harold. Taking Harold's shoulders in his hands, he pushed him to a more upright position. "Harold, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say. I had no idea."

"Of course you had no idea. I - I've never told anyone most of this stuff, and certainly never all at once. I feel like an idiot with the way it got to me."

"No reason to feel that way. That's a hell of a lot to keep bottled up all these years. I wonder what either of us ever did to deserve lives like these?"

"I don't know. Do you think we'll ever find out? Do you think Professor Dumbledore knows?"

"Maybe."

Giving into their emotions, the two men silently embraced.

Tears streaming down her face, Petunia was almost sick knowing that she was the cause of so much of Harry's pain. She also felt an inkling of guilt in Harold's pain, though for the life of her she couldn't figure out why. She quietly ran back to her bedroom where she cried herself to sleep.

The fire had burned itself out. The two men still on the floor trying to console each other were no more than vague silhouettes against the glowing embers.