Harry just shook his head, "Oh you'll do! That was the most probing question I've ever been asked. The answer to your question is no, we pick the best people or have them recommended by people we trust."
Narcissa seemed to sit just that little bit straighter with the thought that they trusted her, she swore to herself never to betray it.
The deciding factor for Elizabeth Zabini was her four children who would now all be at Hogwarts. She said yes!
They chatted over lunch with ideas flying across the table, Hermione revealed the scoop for the Prophet this weekend, their wedding!
For security, no details would be published until after the event but the Prophet would have discreet access, to which Rose replied "better print double the usual copies then!"
Harry thought. 'yes, she'll do!'
They had decided to split and cover twice as much ground, though Harry had insisted Winky accompany Hermione in the room, she in turn forced Harry to have Dobby there to beat off all the young girls.
The afternoon was proceeding extremely well with a system of handing their notes to the elves for delivery to Narcissa, who compiled and assessed needs for all of Potter House.
Harry was half listening to a simpering fan girl whose mother seemed to think it was only a misunderstanding that he was with Hermione and would be married to her daughter before the day was out.
Harry suddenly felt a spike of concern over the bond and immediately dispatched Dobby as backup, while he got rid of the leach and her mother to get to Hermione.
Hermione was delighted at the process made and looking forward to learning dancing while holding Harry later.
The couple in the room now set all her alarm bells ringing and, though she'd never admit it, she was delighted Winky was in the room with her.
Albert Wadclock had been in a foul temper for days, he courted and then married the mouse beside him to get his hands on the Lestrange vaults, only to find out that bitch Bellatrix had locked the vaults down. Only her release from Azkaban or her death could unlock them.
Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! So Albert had dragged the mouse, Cassandra to Gringotts to claim the vaults. After countless forms and checking of family trees, he was confirmed as the Heir and promptly arrested, spending the night in Azkaban.
Now the bastard didn't even have the courtesy to meet him, he sent his woman! Well Albert knew how to deal with women, just because they said no didn't mean they meant no.
This guy really is a creep thought Hermione as she wrote down his answers. His wife never opened her mouth and sat as if it hurt to move.
Hermione looked up from her notes to find the creep leaning over her, with his hand now on her shoulder and moving south.
She quickly recovered from the shock that had frozen her momentarily and was just about to blast him when Winky beat her to it. He flew through the air hitting the wall and collapsed holding his groin.
She was just asking Winky what she'd done to the creep when Dobby popped into the room in time to hear her answer, "He will never touch another lady again!" she said in a voice that would freeze nitrogen.
The creep had made a typical pureblood mistake and totally ignored the elves presence.
Hermione asked Dobby to take him to St. Mungo's but was shocked to her core by his answer.
"No Hermione, he doesn't deserve to be helped, if he'd touched Winky he would now be dead." In a tone that matched Winky's.
There was no more debating as Hermione suddenly screamed "HARRY!" and fainted.
Millicent couldn't believe this; Harry had totally ignored and dismissed her. She couldn't fault her mother who'd followed her instructions to the letter and still nothing, he seemed to have his mind on something else.
Harry sent that weird house elf out and was clearly indicating the interview was over, so he'd had his chance the easy way but he was going to belong to her one way or another. She held her hand out to shake.
Harry was desperate to get out of there and see Hermione, so when the too much make-up, too little clothes girl held out her hand, Harry didn't hesitate to shake it.
The ring on Millicent's finger was a very old one, as Harry shook her hand a needle popped out the ring into his palm, injecting the potion contained within before he had time to react.
A kaleidoscope of colours appeared before Harry's eyes but was quickly replaced by just one, black!
He collapsed!
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