Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

"Not quite," replied Harry. "But, what needed to be talked about has now been talked about. Sirius and Ted will write up the papers and Sirius will bring them back tomorrow to talk about again."

"You're talking about a contract of some form," she frowned.

"We're talking about House business of some form," he shot right back. Then immediately asked, "What do you know about having a House created?"

Blinking in surprise at the question, she frowned in concentration for a long moment before she replied, "I didn't find anything on that. I didn't know it was possible."

"Then how did you think the Houses came into existence in the first place?" he asked.

She looked back in surprise again before she said, "I hadn't thought of that."

"Something we may want to talk about tomorrow, then," he declared.

"I need to go check my History of Magic text," she stated before she ran up the stairs.

Monica smirked at him and quietly said, "Nice diversion. You didn't say that's what you, Wendell and Sirius were talking about, but you've led her to believe it was."

"Have I?" he asked. "I was merely setting up a subject to discuss between us, tomorrow."

Monica's smirk turned into a grin before she said, "Once she finds out what's been going on, she's going to be angry with you."

"Meh!" he shrugged. "She's going to be angry with all of us, anyway. At least, this way, she won't be worried about what's going on."

Monica nodded.

"Besides," he added. "It's been an ongoing project of mine to get her not to keep asking what the wizarding world see as inappropriate questions. And I've already warned her that, instead of just outright telling her off for it, I'd try and divert her first. If that didn't work, then I'd tell her off for it."

"She'll still be angry with you," she warned.

"And I'm accepting of that," he replied. "It's not my place to tell her that... this... is going on. It's Wendell's and yours. I just have to respect that; and I do."

Harry was hoping to speak with Sirius, Wendell and Monica about the idea of he and Hermione getting private tutors. But, due to the now late hour, decided to put it off. After all, there was likely almost a month before they had to go back to Hogwarts.

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Due to their hour earlier start, breakfast the next day was even earlier.

Hermione didn't join them, this time, but Harry was there for the Grangers.

Immediately following Hedwig and the Daily Prophet owl, in came an owl Harry didn't recognise. It landed in front of him and held out its leg with an attached letter for him.

"Hello," he said, as he reached for it; owl treat at the ready.

The bacon was for Hedwig.

Suddenly, Dobby popped in on the table and loudly cried, "No, Master Harry!" Then grabbed the letter himself.

With a twist, swirl and what looked like an implosion, Dobby and the owl disappeared.

"What in Merlin's name?!" the auror with them cried, jumping to her feet as her wand shot into her hand.

She quickly waved her wand over the area and yelled out, "Dawkins! Patterson! Get in here!"

As the other two aurors ran into the room, the Grangers and Harry were already on their feet and backing away.

"Portkey signature!" declared Charlotte Watkins, the female senior auror. "A damn powerful one!

"Damn! Where?" said Dawkins, coming forward, raising his own wand and gesturing with it.

"Dumbledore!" he suddenly growled.

Dumbledore, not having access to his second secret wand where it was stashed behind a painting in the apartments of the headmistress, had created - or, rather, adjusted - the portkey with the Elder wand.

No one heard Hermione running down the stairs until she hit the last set between the first floor and the main floor. After the rapid series of thumps on the stairs and a few moments for her to run between the stairs and the kitchen she came charging into the room with her wand drawn and slid across the polished floor in her bed socks. She crashed into one of the aurors before she was able to arrest her motion, stand up straighter and scan the room.

Harry took one glance at her standing there facing him in a see-through short baby doll nightie and tight bed shorts, nearly choked on his own spit and quickly spun away from her, coughing.

'I saw her nipples!' he immediately thought, trying to clear his airway.

The third auror, Henrietta, took one look at him, then at Hermione, smirked and conjured a robe about the girl's shoulders.

Wendell and Monica both saw Harry's reaction, and turned in time to see the younger female auror, Henrietta Patterson, conjure a robe about their daughter's shoulders. Monica was at an angle to see why, but Wendell was not.

"Hunh?" asked Hermione, confused by the robe.

As the other two aurors continued to track the trace of the portkey, Monica pointedly and lightly cleared her throat, drawing her daughter's attention to her, cocked an eyebrow and pointedly stared at her daughter's chest before lifting her eyes back.

Hermione looked down, coloured and quickly drew the edges of the robe closed by pulling them tight and overlapping them and belting it with the sash provided. "Oops!" she quietly said to her mother while madly blushing.

That had her mother smirk again. Wendell frowned at her before glaring at Harry's back, who was still turned away. His blush could be seen even on the back of his neck. Wendell had figured it out.

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