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"Good morning, Harry!" Lily exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her youngest son. "We missed you!" More like you missed my whole life, Harry commented internally, while resisting rolling his eyes. They had barely been around to see him grow up but now that they had figured out they might have been pushing him away? Now they missed him.
"Your mother is right you know." James stated. "You should be at home during the holidays." Harry fumed; he really didn't want to snap at them. Not that day of all days. So he swallowed his anger down.
"I usually am home during the holidays." Okay, Harry amended, he partially swallowed his anger down. But he couldn't help that little jab; Silbreith was home.
"We just haven't seen you much this summer." Lily explained, looking at her husband in a way that stated he should let her handle the conversation. This summer? Harry thought. This summer?
"I actually think we've seen more of each other during this summer than we did the last one." Harry commented with a wide and wholly fake smile instead of laughing out loud as he wished. Lily seemed taken aback by his statement and guilt played over her face for a moment before she schooled her expression back to a welcoming smile. Harry smiled back once more and went to seat at the couch waiting for his parents to follow his example. He watched as Lily shot yet another glance at James, a silent conversation seemingly taking place before his eyes. Prongs nodded once and Harry stifled a sigh; it seemed his parents had decided to team up in their efforts to know him better. Still, he remembered that small flash of guilt on his mother's face. He could use that, should things come to that; he'd hate to do it, but the more he talked to his parents, the more he realized they fully intended to be actively involved in his life from that moment on.
"Well, we can do more than that!" James exclaimed as Lily sat next to him on the couch opposite the one Harry was seated on. "What do you say we play some Quidditch this afternoon; just you and I?" If it'll help you agree on the Emancipation Ritual, the green eyed teen thought, weighing his options, then sure.
"Why not?" The teen answered, shrugging his shoulders. James seemed satisfied with himself and honestly happy that his son had accepted while Lily's smile finally reached her eyes. All that rang through Harry's mind was one single phrase; too little, too late. "Where's Adrian by the way?"
"He's at the Weasleys'." Lily explained.
"We thought we could spend some time alone with you." James added, making Harry inwardly cringe; this was getting more and more awkward by the second. He wished Nagnok would come over soon. "So, what did you want to talk to us about? Is it about school?" Mercifully James had steered the conversation away from the more uncomfortable topics himself.
"No, it's not about school." Harry explained, causing his parents to share a confused look.
"Whatever it is, Harry, you can tell us." Lily stated; the boy nodded once.
"That's what this talk is about." He looked at the grandfather clock by the fireplace. Nagnok would be there in five short minutes. He had just enough time to prepare his parents for what they were about to hear. "It's not about school; the reason why I wanted to talk to you is more of a financial nature." The confusion only intensified.
"Are you asking for an increase in your monthly allowance?" James asked, eyeing his son carefully. "Because we could work something out…" Harry laughed once at James' reaction.
"Prongs, for one, you're not giving me a monthly allowance. You haven't since I was nine." James looked at Lily shocked, and she nodded in agreement, her eyes downcast.
"But Adrian…"
"Adrian has a monthly allowance," Harry agreed, having seen the pouch his brother brought with him at school to last him over the term, "because he needs one. I haven't needed one for over a year." The shock was now directed to him. "I'm rich, you know." Harry explained.
"Well, our family is well off but…" James started while Lily gasped understanding what her son meant. Neither she, nor James had ever truly stopped to think what being the creator of the Firebolt stood for.
"I mean that I'm independently rich, Prongs." Harry explained, chuckling once as the confusion in James' eyes was replaced by startled realization. "I'm the creator of the Firebolt; the paycheck I got for my very first design alone would have been enough to cover my personal expenses till I come of age. Then there is the fact that I gain a hefty amount out of every Firebolt sold. I'm also the co-creator of memory spheres. And Nagnok makes certain my earnings are invested properly, I assure you." His declaration had left his parents speechless. "And that's what I wanted to talk about today."
"You fortune?" Lily asked, her voice higher than usual.
"In a sense." Harry agreed, nodding. "Nagnok should be here any minute to help me explain. Just promise me you will listen to him before jumping to any conclusions. This is something that will help me; it will help me a lot."
"So, it's nothing bad?" James asked, clearing his throat.
"No, not yet." Harry offered cryptically. "But it's an issue that could come and bite me in the behind if it's not dealt with now."
"Investment issues?" Lily asked. "Are you losing money?"
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