Imprisoned in the Past

Peverell Manor, Leeds, 1/1/1994

Harry Potter woke up in an unfamiliar bed and groaned as it felt like every muscle in his body was aching.

He vaguely remembered jumping in front of a beam of green light before everything had gone black. He could also remember a pleasant dream involving a red-haired woman and a lot of white fog but even as he lay there, the memory continued to fade away.

Harry had just started to sit up in his bed and had just registered that he was wearing pink pajpamas polka-dotted when the bedroom door opened and Sirius entered the room.

A look of relief crossed his godfather's face as soon as they made eye contact and Sirius rushed over to his bedside

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"What happened?" Harry asked, his voice coming out croaky and weak his throat feeling very dry.

"You went and got yourself killed last night!" Sirius exclaimed, glaring at the teen.

"Huh?" Harry asked dumbly.

"You jumped in front of a bloody killing curse last night," Sirius said as he took a seat on the edge of Harry's bed.

"Th-that was a killing curse?" Harry asked weakly.

"Yes it was," Sirius said as he handed Harry a glass of water.

"Then how is it that I'm alive?" Harry asked in confusion before taking a deep drink of water and setting the cup on his bedside table.

"How did you survive the killing back in nineteen eighty-one?" Sirius asked, giving Harry a pointed look.

"How should I know," Harry muttered sounding incredulous.

"There's your answer," Sirius smirked.

"I believe that I can answer that," a familiar voice said from the doorway.

"Professor, why are you here?" Harry asked as Professor Peverell stepped into the room.

"This is my house, the real question is why the hell were you here last night," Professor Peverell shot back.

"I knew that I needed to be here," Harry shrugged.

"What?!" Sirius demanded.

"I had this feeling, I don't really know how to explain it. I just knew that I needed to be here last night," Harry admitted feeling a bit unsure how best to describe it.

"Right," Professor Peverell mused, looking thoughtful.

"Why did I survive the killing curse, sir?" Harry asked, getting back to the original topic.

"Lily Potter left a powerful protection on you the night she gave her life to protect you. That protection is why you survived in nineteen eighty-one and it's why you survived last night as well," Professor Peverell explained, giving Sirius a meaningful look.

"So it really was my mother all along? " Harry exclaimed feeling a deep sense of relief at this revelation.

"Well fate may have had a hand in it as well," Professor Peverell chuckled.

"How do you know all of this?' Harry asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older," Professor Peverell smirked.

Harry scowled, he could tell by the look on his Professor's face that the man knew exactly how much that answer would irritate him.

"Maybe by then you won't be grounded anymore," Sirius added.

"Grounded?" Harry asked warily.

"Oh yes, godson of mine. You are most assuredly grounded for that stunt last night," Sirius said sounding uncharacteristically stern.

"Well I'll leave this in your capable hands, Padfoot," Professor Peverell said, looking amused for some reason.

"Where is Bella?" Sirius asked before Professor Peverell could leave the room.

"Scrutinizing the tapestries for damage but I expect she'll be in here very shortly," Professor Peverell said giving Harry a sympathetic look.

Harry had a bad feeling especially when Sirius looked positively gleeful at this news but pushed it to the back of his mind as Professor Peverell stepped out of the room and shut the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

"Is everybody okay?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"We lost quite a few people in the order last night," Sirius sighed.

"Who?" Harry asked not sure he wanted to know.

"Sturgis Podmore, Elphias Doge, Malcolm Viasley, Remus Lupin, and Kingsley Shacklebolt and Amy lost twenty-three aurors. Quite a few order members are in critical condition, mostly from vampire bites but Dumbledore expects them to make a full recovery," Sirius said with a sad shake of his head.

"Oh," Harry said feeling his stomach tightening at this news.

"On the upside, the war is officially over," Sirius said bracingly.

"That's good," Harry said finding it hard to be too cheerful when so many people had lost their lives last night.

"It is but you have more immediate problems," Sirius said as he heard the 'click-clack' sound of high-heeled boots coming from the hallway outside of the door.

"What's that?" Harry asked warily.

"I do believe my cousin is coming to give you a piece of her mind," Sirius beamed as the bedroom door was flung open revealing a very annoyed-looking Bellatrix Peverell standing in the doorway.

"My Harry said that you were awake," Bellatrix said as her violet eyes scrutinized the teen sitting up in his bed.

Idly Harry noticed Sirius slipping out of the door that Bellatrix had just entered through before the woman in question caught Harry's attention by clearing her throat.

"What were you thinking last night?" Bellatrix demanded, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"I didn't-

"Not only did you sneak in here without permission but you leapt in front of a killing curse!" Bellatrix snapped cutting him off before he could answer.

"I didn't know it was a killing curse," Harry said in a small voice.

"Which is exactly why you shouldn't have been here, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into!" Bellatrix exclaimed as she crossed her arms under her chest.

Harry felt a certain amount of sympathy for the Peverell twins as Bellatrix began to really lay into him and give him one of the most savage dressing downs he'd ever received, idly he wondered if he had this to look forward to from Amelia, Andromeda, and Narcissa as well before Auntie Bella demanded his attention as she continued to berate him for his carelessness, for worrying her, and for jumping in front of a killing curse.

By the time Bellatrix had left, Harry was convinced that his ears were going to start bleeding at any moment. After getting told off by Bellatrix, Harry was starting to feel very apprehensive about how Amelia was going to react when she saw him again.

'Maybe I should go back to Hogwarts a bit early,' Harry thought as he climbed out of bed and began to put on his clothes from the day before, idly wondering where these pajamas had come from.

Tonks Residence, Reading, 1/1/1994, 19:28

Harry knocked smartly on the door and waited for an answer. It didn't take very long before the door was thrown open and Tonksthrew herself at him, capturing him in a bone-crushing hug.

"I have to breathe, Tonks," Harry gasped out when she showed no signs of releasing her hold on him.

"Mum told me that things got pretty bad last night," Tonks admitted as she finally let go of him.

"They did," Harry said as the two of them stepped inside.

"I also heard about Shack," Tonks said as she led him into the sitting room.

"He was cursed in the back while he was keeping the vampires off of the auror forces. He'll most likely get the order of Merlin posthumously," Harry said feeling saddened when he thought about Kingsley.

"I heard Little Harry got hit with another killing curse?" Tonks questioned as the two of them took a seat on the sofa.

"He did, and he saved Sirius' life doing it," Harry admitted.

Before Harry could say anything else, Merula entered the room and beamed when she saw Harry seated on the couch.

"Professor Peverell, I was hoping you would stop by," Merula said as she took a seat beside him on the couch.

"Right, I do have something for you, Miss Snyde," Harry said as he dug a rolled-up piece of parchment from his pocket and offered it to Merula.

"Is this the potion recipe," Merula asked excitedly, as she eagerly accepted the offered parchment and unrolled it.

"I did say I could get you a copy of the recipe if you helped us get Nagini," Harry shrugged.

"Thank you, Professor," Merula said before leaning over and placing a cold kiss on his cheek before springing back to her feet.

"You're welcome. I figure if you're drinking the potion, there won't be another wave of new vampires to worry about," Harry said ignoring the look of amusement Tonks gave him at the vampire's show of affection.

"True, now I will just have to find a donor for the sample of blood I wish to replicate," Merula mused as she read over the recipe.

"So what will you do now, Snyde?" Tonks asked, looking over at her former schoolmate.

"I think that I will go to Little Hangleton for a bit before I rejoin the coven in Mexico," Merula mused.

"I would offer to take you there but I barely avoided getting sent to prison on my last trip," Harry admitted.

"I can get myself there," Merula assured him.

"Well take care of yourself," Harry said.

"You too, Professor," Merula said before she swept out of the room seeming to be in a very good mood.

"I guess she isn't that bad after all," Tonks mused as she stared at the door Merula had just exited through

"So how did things go on your end last night?" Harry asked pulling Tonks' attention away from the door.

"It went as well as it could, I guess. We killed the snake pretty easily and that was with another vampire trying to stop us," Tonks said.

"You three did an excellent job," Harry praised.

"So the war is over?" Tonks asked sounding hopeful.

"More or less, though I wouldn't let my guard down completely just yet," Harry warned.

"You sound just like Mad-Eye," Tonks sniggered.

"He may be a grouchy old bastard but he has the right of it when it comes to being wary of dark wizards," Harry shrugged.

"True, does this mean that the Reaper is retiring?" Tonks asked.

"Yes, I am done fighting," Harry said firmly.

"I'm just getting started," Tonks muttered.

"Well I hope by the time you get your badge, all you'll only have to worry about is pickpockets and peeping Toms," Harry admitted.

"Sounds pretty dull," Tonls scoffed.

"There is nothing wrong with dull," Harry shrugged.

Before Tonks could reply, they heard the front door open and turned in time to see Andromeda stepping into the room.

"Harry, I didn't expect to see you here?" Andi said as she took off her coat.

"I needed to have a word with Merula, and I figured that I'd fill Tonks in on last night while I'm here, Harry shrugged.

"Good, that will save me time explaining," Andi beamed.

"I also needed to get out of the house for a bit, two of Bella's tapestries were damaged last night and she is furious," Harry shuddered.

"I can imagine, those were made from acromantula silk," Andi said.

"That is on top of the damage done to the manor and the lawns, we're debating moving to the beach house while the manor is repaired," Harry said, still undecided on whether or not they should go there for a few weeks.

"I love the beach house," Tonks gushed.

"So do I but we can't host formal parties there," Harry admitted.

"Well your first party was a real success," Andi quipped.

"It was a success until the stroke of midnight, then everything went to hell," Harry defended.

"Well I do have some good news," Andi said looking amused.

"Oh, what's that?" Harry asked.

"I just heard from Cidsa that Gringotts has begun reconstruction on the London bank," Andi said sounding very pleased.

"Thank god, I am sick of going to France every time I need money," Harry muttered.

"That makes two of us," Tonks agreed.

Harry stayed with the Tonks women for a bit longer before he bid them good night, deciding it best to get home before Bella started to worry. After the past twenty-four hours, he didn't think she needed any more stress. Sirius had taken Little Harry home after lunch and Cissa had agreed to watch the kids again tonight, so it would just be the two of them tonight.

Harry didn't want to leave Bella alone for too long and he was eager to take advantage of the two of them having the manor to themselves.

With those thoughts in mind, Harry apparated home with the intention of helping his wife take her mind off of the events of the previous evening and he had just the idea in mind.

Hogwarts Express, 1/9/1994, 14:39

Harry was sitting in a compartment on the last carriage of the train. The trip today had been uncomfortable, to say the least. The story of him surviving the killing curse had hit the paper three days ago and it seemed like all anyone wanted to do was gawk at him. He was sitting with Deaco, Daphne, and Hermione but the compartment was unusually quiet on this particular journey.

To make matters even more awkward, his friends were giving him odd looks as well much to his consternation. Draco in particular kept giving him looks of concern when he thought Harry wouldn't notice.

"Alright, what is it?" Harry asked as he caught Hermione staring at him for the fifth time in the last few minutes.

"N-nothing," Hermione stammered her cheeks turning a light pink colour as she hastily looked down at her shoes.

"You've been staring at me for this entire trip," Harry sighed

"She's looking to see if you have a new scar on your head," Draco said, rolling his eyes in exasperation.

"You've been doing it too," Hermione huffed as she turned to glare at Draco.

"Well, I'll save you both the trouble. I don't have a scar from the second killing curse, it didn't leave a mark on me at all," Harry said, hoping to put an end to this nonsense.

"What was it like?" Daphne asked sounding nervous which was very unusual for her.

"I didn"t feel a thing," Harry shrugged.

"I still can't believe you did that, my mother was worried sick," Draco exclaimed.

"I know, she gave me a right tongue-lashing the other day," Harry muttered.

"It's scary when she gets angry, isn't it?" Draco smirked.

"Yeah, she got really calm and quiet and then she just started tearing into me," Harry shuddered.

"I heard him getting told off from Auntie, it was epic," Susan said from the doorway to their compartment as she stepped into the compartment and left the door open.

"Is Hannah still mad at me?" Harry asked, giving Susan a curious look.

"She is and I can't blame her for being angry with you," Susan said as she took a seat on the other side of Daphne.

"I swear, I'm never going to hear the end of this," Harry sighed.

Hannah had come over a few days after the incident at Peverell Manor before Anelia had informed her exactly what Harry had done and why he was not allowed to have visitors. Hannah had not taken either piece of news very well because he had very nearly gotten himself killed and they had a date planned out for that day.

"I guess that means you won't have a date for next weekend?" Daphne asked.

"What happens next weekend?" Harry asked in confusion.

"There is a Hogsmeade weekend," Hermione said.

"I completely forgot about that," Harry admitted.

"Well if Hannah doesn't forgive you, I know Lavender would love to go with you," Susan said giving Daphne a knowing grin.

"No, I would much rather go with Hannah," Harry said firmly.

"We'll see," a voice called from the doorway.

Harry turned his head so fast his neck hurt. He was faced with his girlfriend standing in the doorway giving him an exasperated look.

"You two tried to set me up," Harry accused as he turned to glare at Susan.

"It would have been very amusing if you had dug yourself a deeper hole to climb out of," Daphne shrugged, looking unabashed.

"At least I don't have to worry about you dumping me for Lavender," Hannah sighed as she took a seat beside Harry.

"I would never," Harry protested.

"But I'm still upset about you nearly getting yourself killed," Hannah continued.

"But you will forgive me?" Harry asked looking hopeful.

"I'm sure that I will... eventually," Hannah said with a put-upon sigh as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Oh damn, I was hoping they would fight a bit more," Daphne sighed.

"Don't you have anything better to do than try and complicate my life?" Harry demanded.

"Not really, I still haven't been asked to go to Hogsmeade," Daphne sighed, shooting Draco a look that oblivious the Malfoy heir.

"Same here, perhaps boys do not find intelligence attractive," Hermione mused.

"No, I'm pretty sure that Daphne startled off all of your potential suitors," Harry said.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Daphne demanded, her icy-blue eyes narrowed in Harry's direction.

"That look right there is a prime example," Harry said, unfazed by her glare.

"He does have a point, most blokes find you a bit... intimidating, Daphne," Draco said giving her a wary look.

"That doesn't explain why no one has asked me on a date," Hermione pointed out.

"That's easy, you're annoying and nobody wants to be stuck with you for an entire Saturday," Draco smirked only to yelp when Daphne poked him in the ribs with her elbow.

"That's rich coming from you, Malfoy. I pity any woman with the poor judgement to accept a date with you," Hermione shot back.

"Don't you two start arguing, it gives me a headache," Susan said before Draco could give a scathing retort.

"So I hear that there is supposed to be something really big happening at Hogwarts next year," Hannah said as Harry wrapped his arm around her.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know, my Dad wouldn't say but it has something to do with the ministry sports and games department," Hannah shrugged.

"Now that you mention it, I've heard something similar from Auntie," Susan admitted.

The rest of the trip to school was spent speculating what could be happening at Hogwarts next year but by far the most unbelievable theory was Draco's who suggested that the ministry would be reviving the ancient Tri-Wizard tournament.

Hannah seemed to be calming down though Harry knew she was still upset with him. Still, he took the fact that she spent the rest of the ride with him as a good sign.

Head's Office, Hogwarts, 1/10/1994, 18:39

Albus was seated at his desk going over his start-of-term paperwork feeling more relaxed than he had in many years. He had visited the hall of prophecy yesterday and confirmed that the prophecy concerning Tom Riddle and Harry Potter had indeed been fulfilled. Albus was almost certain of this after the battle at Peverell Manor but he wanted to be sure.

Already the wizarding world was starting to recover after the nightmare of the past few years. The bank was starting to rebuild, the ministry was spreading the word of the end of dark times, and a state of hopefulness had gripped to populace.

Albus was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a knock on his office door.

"Enter," Dumbledore called out as he looked towards the door in time to see Harry Peverell enter the office.

"Minerva said you wanted a word?" Harry asked as he shut the door behind him.

"Yes, please have a seat," Dumbledore said, gesturing to the seat on the other side of his desk.

Albus watched his care for magical creatures teacher get settled. The man seemed to be just as relaxed as he felt, it was clear that Harry was just as relieved as everyone else for the war to finally be over.

"Thank you for speaking with me," Dumbledore said after a moment of silence.

"You are my boss, I didn't have much choice in the matter," Harry chuckled.

"Indeed. Though I just wished to talk with you about a matter that I've been keeping quiet about for quite some time," Albus said looking amused.

"Oh?" Harry asked sounding genuinely curious.

"You are Harry Potter, are you not?" Dumbledore asked before popping a lemon drop in his mouth.

"I am," Harry said looking a bit surprised.

"When we removed the fragment of soul from young Harry I noticed that your magical signatures were too similar to be a mere relative. Interestingly enough, your signatures became almost identical after the soul shard was removed from the lad," Dumbledore explained at Harry's inquiring look.

"I knew you would figure it out in the end," Harry said with a thoughtful look.

"I assume you travelled back in time?" Dumbledore asked.

"Something like that but it wasn't intentional on my part," Harry said with a tired sigh.

"And I take it that the outcome of this war was significantly different from your own?" Dumbledore asked.

"In my time, Voldemort wasn't even resurrected until this coming June," Harry admitted.

"But it was much worse?" Dumbledore pressed.

"It was. The death toll was much higher and the ministry was under Voldemort's control for an entire year. Muggleborns were locked in Azkaban or left to wander the streets as beggars, and the order was very nearly wiped out," Harry said, a haunted look crossing his face at the memories.

"I am very grateful for what you have done since arriving here even if your methods were a tad... questionable at times," Dumbledore said, mercifully changing the subject.

"Things didn't go perfectly, I still have regrets... there were quite a few people that I couldn't save," Harry confessed, sadness evident in his voice.

"I do not think it would have been possible to save everyone, fate would not have allowed that," Dumbledore said, giving Harry a knowing look.

"No, I suppose not," Harry agreed.

"So, what are you planning to do now that there is no longer a need for the Reaper?" Dumbledore asked.

"Teach my classes and raise my children, maybe take a vacation this summer," Harry shrugged.

"I'd hoped you would continue to teach," Dumbledore beamed.

"Teaching is far more relaxing than chasing serpents through the jungle, though I could do without those infernal Weasley twins," Harry said a look of amusement crossing his lips.

"Yes, those two have been driving Minerva spare for going on four years now," Dumbledore chuckled.

"If they follow the same path the twins from my timeline did, they will grow up to open a joke shop that will put Zonko's out of business," Harry confided.

"Of that, I have no doubt," Dumbledore said, looking very pleased at this news.

"What are your plans, Albus?" Harry asked.

"I think it is about time for me to retire," Dumbledore admitted.

"Really?" Harry asked, having not expected that answer.

"Oh yes, I believe Minerva is more than capable of running the school," Dumbledore said.

"She practically runs the school now," Harry pointed out.

"She does, I am her employer but oftentimes it is her giving me instruction," Dumbledore agreed.

"What are you planning to do when you retire?" Harry asked.

"I have a beach house on Key West and there are still all sorts of adventures to be had outside of this castle," Dumbledore beamed.

"I wish you the best of luck," Harry said.

"I plan to finish out the term which should give Minerva time to find another transfiguration professor and a permanent Potions' master," Dumbledore said.

Horace Slughorn had agreed to return for the spring and summer term to take over potions lessons but Albus doubted the man would wish to stay long-term. Albus had heard from Minerva that the man was already reforming the Slug Club and he was almost certain that young Harry Potter would be invited to the first dinner party Horace held.

"While you're in that part of the world, I would suggest you visit the high desert in Arizona," Harry suggested, pulling Albus from his thoughts about Slughorn.

"I will, you're not the first to suggest that I visit the desert," Dumbledore said.

"You won't regret it, the sunset there is something else," Harry said as the alarm on his wristwatch dinged three times in quick succession.

"Are you late for something?" Dumbledore inquired.

"Dinner," Harry shrugged.

"Well, there is one more thing we need to discuss before you leave. I believe it is time that this was returned to your family," Albus said as he picked a familiar knobby-looking wand up from his desk and offered it to Harry.

"You're sure?" Harry asked as he met the headmaster's gaze.

"I am. I have been carrying this for far too long," Dumbledore assured him.

"I carried it for a time myself," Harry said as he accepted the wand.

Albus noticed golden sparks shoot out of the wand's tip the second Harry's skin touched it.

"It will be a weight off of my mind to know the wand is in good hands," Dumbledore said as Harry slipped the wand into the pocket of his robes.

"It'll probably end up collecting dust in my vault, I'm quite attached to my own wand," Harry admitted.

"I plan on reuniting with my first wand very shortly," Dumbledore said.

"I hate to rush off but my wife was expecting me home twenty minutes ago," Harry said as he rose to his feet.

"Yes, I have some things to take care of myself," Dumbledore said.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Goodnight Albus," Harry said before turning to leave.

"A good night to you as well, Harry," Dumbledore chuckled a second before Harry stepped out of his office.

Albus sat there for a moment feeling a sense of relief. Truthfully, he was surprised Harry had been honest about his true identity and the aged headmaster had been prepared for him to deny that he really was an older version of Harry Potter.

Red Dragon, Diagon Alley, 2/14/1994, 18:31

Harry was seated at a two-seater table with his Bellatrix in one of their favourite restaurants in Diagon Alley. The wizarding world was finally settling into a state of normality after the downfall of Lord Voldemort.

The Ministry of Magic was a whole different story. After the final battle, the ministry had years worth of work to be getting on with just in identifying the corpses that Voldemort had turned into inferi. According to Amelia, there were four hundred and seventy-seven corpses that used to be inferi and the ministry had only been able to identify around a third of them. The rest were most likely muggles and Amelia was having to work with the muggle police to try and discover the unknown bodies' identities. The only positive thing to come out of this was that a slew of missing person cases had been solved, and their families could at least get some closure.

Likewise, the captured death eaters were giving the ministry a lot to be getting on with and Harry suspected the ministry would be holding weekly Wizengamot trials on into the summer. Thankfully the death eaters who escaped last May were not given trials, they had been executed upon their arrival at the ministry.

Harry had been attending the trials in his official capacity as Lord Peverell and he was disappointed to see many of his former pupils seated in the chained defendant's chair over the past few weeks.

Harry had pulled a few strings and gotten Merula a pardon for her help in taking out Voldemort. Luckily for her, she hadn't done very much in time as a death eater, other than liaising with the vampires and helping to gather recruits fromDurmstrang. The last Harry had heard, Merula was staying in the village of Little Hangleton. He hoped that with the potion, the vampires would keep a low profile and wouldn't cause any more problems.

"Oh look, there is that annoying niece of yours," Bellatrix said, pulling Harry from his thoughts.

Harry turned in the direction Bella was looking and saw Charlie and Tonks taking a seat at a table on the other side of the restaurant.

"I don't think they noticed us," Harry said as the waitress approached with their food.

"Good, we don't want them ruining our perfect evening," Bellatrix said as the waitress set a plate of shrimp alfredo in front of her.

Harry's next comment was cut off as he saw Charlie stand from the table before he knelt in front of Tonks and held something for her to see. Harry was too far away to hear what Charlie was saying but from the context, he had a pretty good idea what was happening.

"I don't think they would want to join us anyway," Harry said, gesturing to where Charlie was proposing

"YEEEEEEEEEES!" Harry heard Tonks squeal from the other side of the restaurant before she threw herself at Charlie, kissing him soundly.

"Lovely," Bella muttered as applause broke out from the other patrons as Charlie slipped a ring onto Tonks' finger.

"Oh you know you're happyj for her," Harry said as he joined in the applause.

"I'm happy that she's the Weasley boy's problem now but that's all Bella will admit to," Bellatrix said as she began to tuck into her alfredo.

"Andi will be thrilled," Harry said as he turned back to his plate of lasagna.

"Cissa will be as well," Bella admitted.

"I know, she loves planning parties," Harry chuckled.

"Enough about my troublesome niece, you said the Wizengamot called another meeting?" Bellatrix asked.

"They did, I think Ludo Bagman is trying to get the Tri-Wizard tournament reinstated," Harry admitted.

"That could be entertaining," Bella mused.

"As long as they take the goblet of fire out of the equation, I'm all for it," Harry said having no desire to tempt history to repeat itself.

"Yes, we can't risk the twins finding a way to sneak into the tournament," Bellatrix agreed.

"No, they're going to be causing enough trouble next year without the tournament," Harry predicted.

"They had better not or I'll be coming up to the castle," Bella muttered.

"How has Hardwin been today?" Harry asked, hoping to distract her from thoughts of their older children causing mischief.

"He's been crawling a lot," Bella said with a fond smile.

"Won't be long before he's walking," Harry grinned.

"I just hope he doesn't take after the other two with their broomstick obsession," Bella sighed.

"Who knows, maybe he'll be like Edgar and not like flying at all," Harry reasoned.

"Bella can only hope," Belateix said before popping a shrimp into her mouth.

"How are things with your business?" Harry asked.

"Sales have levelled off, and I am having to put out an ad for someone to help me with production," Bellatrix said.

After Remus was killed a few months ago, Bellatrix had been doing the production of her razors once again. Remus was uncommonly talented at enchanting making it difficult for her to find someone to take over his job.

"I may know of someone but she won't be able to take the job until June," Harry said.

"If I can't fill the position by then, I'll meet with her. If she can do the job, I'll hire her," Bella promised.

"That's all I ask," Harry beamed.

"I'll need the extra help with all of the travelling you have planned for the summer," Bella said.

"It's the twins' last summer before they start school, I want to make it special," Harry defended.

"I'm sure it will be," Bella soothed.

"If we're lucky, Adsila's egg will hatch while we're in Arizona," Harry added.

"I'm sure Athena will love that," Bella giggled.

"She never has liked trips to Arizona," Harry said, remembering the last time he'd taken his familiar with him to the desert.

"How are your classes coming along?" Bella asked.

"I think I've discovered another creature's prodigy in my third-year class," Harry beamed.

"Who?" Bellatrix asked.

"Pansy Parkinson, though I doubt she'll follow the career path," Harry said before taking a sip of his wine.

"That death eater's daughter?" Bellatrix asked, sounding genuinely surprised surprised.

"Yes, she also has her sights set on Draco, from what I hear," Harry chuckled.

"Don't start gossiping or Auntie Bella will have to give you detention," Bellatrix teased as she slid her empty plate to the edge of the table.

"Maybe I want detention with Auntie Bella," Harry smirked as he gestured for the waitress to bring the bill.

"It will have to wait until after the play," Bella smirked as she checked her watch.

Harry grinned to himself as the waitress set their bill on the table and rook their plates away. Harry pressed his lord's ring to a section of the bill that basically turned it into a bank draft, feeling quite relieved the British branch of Gringotts was up and running once again.

A few minutes later, the two of them stepped out of the restaurant and began making their way toward the Leaky Cauldron so they could make their way through muggle London to theWestt End.

As the two of them stepped out of the pub and began to walk down the crowded London street, Harry couldn't help but feel content with his lot in life.