"His own behaviour has caused him to lose his multitude of positions, just as it has for quite a few others who had fallen under his sway. His own arrogance had him trying to apparate into the castle when he knew he couldn't when he felt the wards shift away from him; and when he tried to apparate into your home, here.
"If he had any respect for you and your family he would have apparated to the path outside your property line and walked up to the door and knocked, just as we did and Dora did later. It is the height of ill-mannered rudeness to do otherwise. The fact he felt himself above such is arrogance in the extreme."
When Hermione sadly nodded that she understood, Harry said, "I'm actually looking forward to what will befall him yet.
"After all the manipulative things he's tried against me I feel Kismet must be a god or goddess, after all."
"Harry, that's not nice," said Hermione.
"Hermione," he said back. "After finding out what he did to you, what he did to me, what he did to a whole lot of others, do you expect him not to be punished in some way? He escaped what I firmly believe is a very well-deserved prison sentence―"
"As do I," said Andi, while Sirius nodded.
"... So proper punishment has to come to him some other way," he continued to explain. "If he is not punished then he will go on believing himself to be in the right."
"It is the foreknowledge of what punitive action will or should be taken that should sway man from taking unjust action which would be met with such. If it does not, then that punitive action becomes the righteous reaction and must be dealt," said Wendell. "If the punitive action is not delivered when the unjust action is taken then the strength of the law is weakened.
"It's one of the precepts I learned when studying to be a JP."
"That's quite profound," said Ted.
"Which proves I did not come up with it," smirked Wendell.
That had both men, and quite a few others, laughing.
Looking across the table, Harry could see Hermione now understood.
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Soon after dinner and with the thanks of the Tonkses for a delicious meal - and the thanks back of the Grangers for the alert regarding the potions issue with Hermione - the Tonkses soon walked out the door, down the path and apparated away.
But, before she left, Andi told Harry she'd have what potions he needed to take delivered to him by house elf the next morning, together with instructions on when to take them and how often.
Harry didn't remember until the very last moment to give Ted his letter, so raced upstairs, grabbed it, and returned with it before handing it over.
"I was going to mail this but, when I found out you were coming over, I delayed sending it to hand it to you," he explained. "Please consider it and let me know when you can."
Ted quickly read it, gave him a nod and said, "As soon as I can, Lord Potter."
Sirius informed Andi he'd be along in a little while and hung back to talk to Harry.
"Now, Harry," he said, turning to his godson. "When Andi looked like she was going to tear off and hunt down Dumbledore, why did you choose to physically restrain her?"
"How else..." he began to ask when it dawned on him. "Oh, damn."
"You're legally an of-age wizard, Harry," he gently reminded him. "That means you're legally allowed to use magic outside of school."
Harry sighed and said, "I should have either petrified her or tied her with an Incarcerous." He also only remembered then that the property had a ward that blocked 'The Trace' and he'd forgotten that, too.
"Exactly," said Sirius.
"My only excuse is that I'm not used to being able to do that," he sighed.
"Something to work on, then," said his godfather. "I'd recommend you start performing little bits of magic about the place while you're here."
"I'd thought of that before but, with Hermione not being allowed, I didn't want it to seem like I was rubbing her face in it," he explained.
"No, he's right, Harry," she piped up. "You need to get into the habit. I understand."
Harry nodded to her and said, "Thank you." But also swore to tell her about the ward, so she could cast magic, too.
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The next day was a Sunday so, if it was like the Dursleys, it would be a very laid back day. He had no idea what times the Grangers would awaken but, if Hermione developed her habit from her parents, then they'd not be sleeping in, either. So he was up early to try and beat Dobby to the kitchen.
He already knew he was wasting his time as he knew Dobby knew when he woke. However... maybe... he'd one day catch the elf flat-footed and beat him to the kitchen.
Harry had just walked into the kitchen to see how Dobby was getting on with breakfast - already started, so he lost again - when he noticed Hermes, Percy Weasley's owl, sitting on the window ledge looking at him.
'Of course the damned bird would aim for the kitchen,' he thought. "It's a Weasley owl.'
He grabbed an owl treat from out of the container left on the fridge, moved over to the dinette and opened the window there. And Hermes flew in before alighting on the dinette table.
Harry removed the letter that was apparently for him and gave the bird the treat. It immediately flew out, again.
"Damned bird is as 'stuck-up' as its master,' he distractedly thought.
After first checking to make sure it was for him and not Hermione he unfolded it, sat at the table and read it.
~ # ~
Harrikins!
Mum asked Ron to send you a letter inviting you to come and stay with us for the break. With the Durlays locked up she thinks you have nowhere to stay. Don't know why.
But Ron refused. The git. He's now de-gnoming the garden and isn't allowed back in the house until dinner.
So, we said we'd write to 'Poor Harry' and let him know he's invited.
You ready?
You're invited to come stay with us for the break that has no end in sight! Yay!
There, done.
Of course, we know you're probably with Sirius, catching up with one another and getting to know one another all over again, but that's Mum for you.
To save us from Mum's shrill voice claiming we never sent you the invitation because we never heard back, please do us the righty by writing back.
We'd appreciate it.
F & G
~ # ~
With a snort of amusement he thought, 'Typical twins.'
He refolded the note and put it in his pocket. He'd show Hermione when she came down for breakfast.
And, as if he'd called her down just by thinking about her, he heard her bare feet trying to both run down the stairs and be quiet at the same time so as not to disturb her parents.
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