Harry's POV
Luna and Hermione argued for about twenty minutes, while the men sat back and let them. They just wanted to practice their magic. Well, a bit of payment for it wouldn't be amiss, and they wanted to keep some of the things they found, but for now they listened to the girls debate each other. Every once and awhile they would open their mouths to put in their opinion, but they were bulldozed over.
Hermione was positive that everything they found should go to the school. Her stance was that it was on school property, so it belonged Hogwarts. While Luna believed it all should be returned to the owners. The males let the females fight until they started repeating themselves.
"Look, Luna, it is here, it belongs here," Hermione said for the third time, aggravated that she was not being heard. "Think of all the things that Hogwarts needs. We should give it to the Board."
"No, it should go to the families," was the unbending rebuttal. "If I dropped money in Diagon Alley, I would hope someone returned it. This is the same thing."
"No…" was as far as Hermione got, when Harry held up his hands and let out a piercing whistle, making the girls turn to him with disgruntled faces.
"Wait, stop," he said, rubbing his forehead. "Look, both of you are right, and wrong. As to Luna's example, when I lived on the street, all the money I found I kept, so there are different morals for that. That said, Hermione, this stuff isn't really owned by anyone. This is basically a large landfill, so it's free game. Now, some of this shite used to be the school's; the furniture, the armor, the schoolbooks and stuff. But the other books and the clothes, the bits of jewelry, and all that crap can be returned to whoever lost it. So, let's find a middle ground. Here's what we'll do, we're going to attempt to use our magic to find out if it's an heirloom. Watch," Harry said as he got up and went to the nearest pile of fixed items.
"Harry, are you sure? I mean, it's on school property," the bushy-haired teen tried to reason.
"Watch," he said again. He then waved his hand and with the vision of old hands handing something to young hands, twice over, firmly in his mind, he said, "Heirlooms here," and many things pulled from his piles. Stuff like, diaries, family magic books, letters, wands, watches, swords, brooms, magical trinkets, statues, a few jewels and necklaces, and other things that he had no clue what were. All of them looked brand new. "Return to your vault," he tried, envisioning them doing just that, and half the pile disappeared. "Return to your family," thinking of a vague outline of a sofa, and more vanished.
"Wicked," the twins and Neville said as they watched him work his magic. After all this work they could do more than they ever thought they could do, but to see Harry preform magic was still a wonderous thing. He didn't even break out into a sweat, he just did what he said to do, and it was done. It was like no effort was even made. The girls were impressed as well, but they were still debating morals in their head.
"School stuff here," the dark-haired teen said, pointing to another spot; and books, brooms, cauldrons, armor, couches, chairs, desks, and other school related items formed in rows before him. He shrunk all of them and put it in one of the trunks. "There you go. Now both of you get your wish," he said with a smile as he looked between his two female friends.
"That was a good compromise," Luna said as she skipped to her things and did the same, not quite as many as Harry, but enough that she was satisfied. "We both got exactly what we wanted, and the nargles didn't interfere."
"I guess," Hermione conceded, still fretting on the school missing out on a great deal of funds with all the items returning to their family. Still, if it were her heirlooms, she would want them back as well.
"Well, I guess this stuff is mine to do with what I want," he stated, waving to the small pile left, turning to his other friends.
"Wicked. How did you do that?" the twins said, glad that the argument was over for now. They wanted to get some payment for doing the repairs. Their dreams hinged on getting startup money. They knew a few people who would buy old things. And there were items in this room that would sell for a good price. Who knows, they might go down Knockturn Alley to see if some of the shadier shops would take some of it off their hands.
"It's all about intent. Picture in your mind grandparents handing something to their child and then that child, now grown, handing it to theirs," Harry explained as he made a TARDIS bag and put his bounty in it. "You don't have to put a face on them, just envision hands passing things along. Then let magic take it to where it has been before. If has ever been at the bank, it will go there. If not, it will return home. If whoever it belonged to before is no longer around, it will stay. For the diaries, picture someone writing in it, and then if there is living family, it will go there."
"Wicked," they said again and started trying to replicate what their friend had done.
"What about the school, don't they get anything?" Hermione asked in a huff.
"Sure, all this furniture and the armor is theirs, you just saw me pack it up," our hero stated, waving to the trunk. "We'll get Sirius to sell all the antiques and put it in a scholarship fund or something. However, the rest of this stuff was just junk until I fixed it. It didn't go anywhere, so I'm claiming it as mine," he answered with a shrug. He really didn't care what happened to the school things. He was just glad that he thought of a good compromise. "Quit trying to start an argument. If you really find it morally reprehensible, then don't do it."
"No, you're right, it's just something I'll have to come to terms with. I do understand… just… oh, never mind. I'll just go to my pile sort the school stuff," she said thoroughly chastised as she went to her work area. Sometimes she really couldn't help herself, especially when she lost in a debate. Compromises didn't always sit well with her, it meant she had to bend her ethics and she wasn't comfortable with that. This new Harry was making her do it more and more, whereas the old Harry just caved. Rules were rules and you were supposed to obey them. On the other hand, they weren't breaking any rules. Her internal dilemma was not anyone's fault and it was something she was going to have to work out for herself.
"I know the school could use some new brooms," Neville said as he made his way to his pile of repaired items. He waved his new wand and tried to do what Harry had done, but only few things came to him. He figured he was going to need a lot more practice. He tried picturing the scene clearer and more things came to him, making him break out with a huge smile. Oh, yeah, he was going to get his parents back.
"Well, we'll just have to make sure they get some. Good job, Neville, that wand is working great for you," Harry said to his friend. "Sirius can buy some, if we don't find many in here," he added turning to his godfather.
"I don't know how I got volunteered to do this, but yeah, I'll make sure they get some. If we take any and all spells off the furniture there is a huge market for them in non-magical London, and even some of the vintage clothing," Sirius grumbled as he tried his hand a wandlessly fixing stuff. The pile he picked creaked and groaned as things repaired, and then Harry reminded him to cleanse it of Dark magic.
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