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"Wasn't that the Ravenclaw Seeker? Chang, I believe?" Adrian asked, his eyes lingering on the pretty girl.
"Yes." Harry answered smiling.
"Do you know her?" The hazel eyed twin inquired.
"Not very well." Harry admitted. "Well, not yet." Adrian stared at his brother in shock, as Harry smirked laxly and winked at him. Sure, he had said that mostly to yank his brother's chain, but he wouldn't be averse to getting to know Miss Chang a little better; she was interested in Quidditch too after all and she was pretty, he had to admit. Okay, maybe he was doing it just to yank his brother'd chain. Adrian was about to say something more on the subject before he realized they had reached their camping spot. And right on time it seemed, as Lily had just taken the eggs and bacon off the pan. Handing the water over, the three teenagers sat down to enjoy their breakfast.
"Nagnok passed by while you were gone." Severus offered. "He wanted to talk business, again, but it's all good news!"
"What?"
"Apparently, the memory spheres' sells have gone through the roof what with the Quidditch Cup." The potions master explained. "And the Ministry approved of my healing potions line for testing. The experimental treatments will begin at St. Mungo's come September."
"Bravo!" Harry exclaimed and sat down next to him. Harry could easily bet whose name would come up at the final Wizegamont meeting of the year when the Order of Merlin medals were discussed.
"Healing potions?" Remus asked, his curiosity getting the best of him. "What healing potions?" Severus began explaining and Harry tried to stifle his laughter while watching Sirius pretending to be uninterested by the whole conversation. Hermione seemed to be mentally taking notes on the things she wanted to ask and the green eyed wizard pretended to ignore her too; he had already answered far too many questions the past few weeks.
"Young Master Potter." A voice that clearly belonged to a goblin sounded from behind the teenager; knowing fully well that it wasn't Nagonok, Harry turned around and swiftly stood up as he recognized the goblin in question. It was Ragnok, the president of Gringotts, a goblin Harry had only seen once before and only from afar.
"Ragnok-nür." Harry returned the greeting, addressing the goblin with the customary respect one extended to his elders in goblin tradition. The old goblin smiled, sharp teeth clearly visible.
"I just wished to congratulate you on your broom-smith skills. The World Cup has been rendered that much more enjoyable." Harry smirked and bowed slightly expressing his thanks. He well knew that Ragnok only wanted an excuse to meet him and Severus and the Firebolt provided just that; it was after all known to all that, for every goblin Gringgots appointed as a financial advisor, the bank earned two percent of the yearly stipends of said clients. The fact that a goblin financial advisor most likely doubled the client's profits made that arrangement a win-win situation. Still, Gringgots was making a good profit from the two wizards -and gaining free publicity too- so it made sense to Harry that the president would want to meet the geese that lay the golden eggs. Trying not to laugh at how that statement applied to him as an alchemist, he made small talk with Ragnok for a while longer before the goblin left, only after both he and Severus had assured him that they were completely satisfied with Nagnok's services and he had cautioned them all to not bet with Ludo Baggman; apparently he had betted an obscene amount of money that was dubious if he possessed already.
"Bloody hell!" Sirius exclaimed. "Was that the president of Griggots?"
"Yep." Harry stated nonchalantly checking the time. Neville was about to arrive in the next twenty minutes and he would better head to the meeting point. "I'm going to pick up Neville." The green eyed teen announced turning at the potions master. "Can I trust not to find the tents in ashes when I return?" And he sneaked a glance at his godfather who was already nursing two blistered fingers from his attempt at cooking and a pout to boot.
"I'll do my best." Severus assured him smirking and Harry nodded waving them temporarily goodbye. He was in a good mood and still smiling when Neville appeared, excited to going to his first professional Quidditch game ever.
"Hey, Harry!" He greeted his best friend, eyes glittering in joy. Harry returned the smile and walked towards Neville giving him a one armed hug.
"Hello, Nev!" Now that the concealment charms had been lifted and given Neville's recent growth spurt, the two boys were roughly the same size, something the brown eyed boy didn't fail to comment upon in hushed tones.
"Ruddy hell, Harry!" Neville said as they started walking back. "Those spells had done a number on you, hadn't they?" He still had smile at the changes on his brother; only the fact that he looked healthy now was a huge relief. The fact that he looked happy was simply and added bonus.
"Well, that was the point." Harry admitted, glad once more that Neville was taking everything so well.
"Is your family suspecting anything of the… you know?" Neville asked looking around carefully to make sure they weren't being overheard.
"Surprisingly, nothing." Harry admitted; he had thought that there would be something, some inkling of doubt in their reasoning, but it seemed it was just as Merlin had predicted; they had all believed Adrian was the Boy Who Lived for so long, they had held onto that idea for so many years, that no matter what he did -with the exception of straightforwardly telling them- they wouldn't be shaken. "I feel that I will have to persuade them when the time comes."
"Admittedly it's a bit far fetched but… I mean nobody? Not even a suspicion?" Neville asked.
"Well, Dumbledore has been looking at me strangely, almost as if he's been unable to make heads or tails about me, but he's been looking at Sev the same way. It's a bit hard to tell." Harry admitted. It had been unnerving, having the Headmaster's blue eyes focused on him for the past month but he was bearing it with a smile. His occlumency walls were stronger than ever but Dumbledore hadn't yet tried to get past his defenses. If he did try however, Harry had been honing his legilimens skills enough to have some lovely faux memories to satisfy the Headmaster's curiosity.
"They are still too stunned of you to start wondering perhaps?" Neville offered as they waved at some Hufflepuff students in the distance.
"Or they just can't even fathom the idea." Harry offered. "Oh, and before we reach to the tents, the Triwizard Tournament will be held in Hogwarts this year." Harry stated calmly as if it was nothing of great importance and kept on walking. Neville, who had stopped frozen in his track, run to catch up with him.
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