Nott Manor, Nottingham, 4/1/1983, 03:41
Harry slipped through the secret tunnel behind a portrait into Nott manor. The wards on this home were some of the nastiest he had encountered. Unless he had a team of ward breakers with him, there would have been no way he could have brought the wards down without Thaddeus Nott being alerted
Luckily, most old pureblood homes had old smuggler's tunnels built in the event the owners needed a quick escape. Somehow Narcissa managed to locate the entrance to one such tunnel on the south side of the property.
Sneaking down the hallway under disillusionment, Harry made his way across the second floor. He stopped in front of a window to consult the map Narcissa had given him. After scanning the map under the moonlight pouring in he confirmed what he remembered from the last time he was there, the master bedroom was on the third floor.
Since his plans had done a one-eighty there really was no need for him to be here but he couldn't pass up a chance to gather information on the death eaters' operations from an inner circle death eater.
Harry surveyed the area as he moved through the home keeping his eye out for elves, soon he found the main staircase and made his way up to the third floor.
According to Cissa, Katrina Nott had died under suspicious circumstances not long after giving birth to her son Theodore, so hopefully, there would be no innocent bystanders to worry about.
Harry arrived in front of the master bedroom, he ran his wand over the door and gasped, there were three different alarm wards and one rather nasty defensive ward placed over the doorframe.
Knowing how much time it would take to dismantle them he ran his wand over the wall on either side of the door and grinned when nothing showed up.
Harry drew the outline of a door on the blank stretch of wall to the left side of the warded door, then quickly etched in containment runes on top of the outline. Finally, he cast a very powerful rotting curse on the inside of the outline and watched as the wood ad plaster were eaten away with nary a sound.
Harry carefully stepped through the new opening he had made, entering the rather large room. He could make out his target sleeping in a sleigh bed from the light coming out of the partially opened bathroom door. Harry noticed moonlight coming in from the French doors leading out onto the deck casting the large bedroom in shadows.
Creeping across the room as silently as he could, Harry raised his wand and muttered, " imperio." Harry could tell when the spell took impacted Nott, he could feel it through the link and began asserting his will over Thaddeus.
Feeling himself take control, Harry ordered Nott to wake up through the mental link and watched as the man sat up in his bed looking in the direction Harry was standing.
"Tell your elves to leave the property," Harry commanded.
"Floppsy, Mopsy," Nott called monotonously.
'Pop' 'Pop'
"Leave the manor, go to Ophelia's and help her take care of my heir," Nott told them.
"Yes master," The elves said in unison before disappearing with twin 'pop' sounds.
Harry cancelled his disillusionment charm and conjured himself a seat in front of Nott. Once he was comfortable, Harry pulled a spiral notebook and a muggle pen out of his pocket, offering them to Nott.
"I want you to write down anyone involved in Voldemort's operations since joining you became a death eater. I want a list of crimes from each one of them and any that you suspect, as well as where the funding was coming from for his operations."
"I want to know the location of every safe house, storehouse, and dungeon that the death eaters used, and finally, I want you to name every spy that worked for the ministry during the war. Do you understand?" Harry asked looking into Nott's glassy eyes.
"Yes," Nott said simply and accepted the pen and paper then began writing immediately.
Harry had already questioned Bella about all of this stuff but sadly she was not privy to these types of things. Malfoy and Nott had handled the business side for Voldemort's army, both of them had expedited the dark lord's orders in the Wizengamot and the ministry. They were also the ones acquiring things for the dark lord, properties, potion supplies, etc.
Harry watched as Not scribbled page after page in the notebook, writing in elegant flowing cursive with a vacant expression on his wrinkled face.
Harry pondered what else he would order Nott to do, he didn't really need anything else from the man. In the end, Harry decided it would be best if he ordered Nott to leave Theodore at his sister's house until after the Easter ball, then he would instruct Nott to provoke the Longbottom matriarch during the Easter Ball.
Harry's thoughts were interrupted when Nott caught his attention by passing him the notebook back. Harry slipped the notebook into his pocket before silently giving the man his final orders and casting a strong sleeping spell over the man.
One quick obliviation later and Harry stepped out of the room through the rotting hole he had made in the wall.
Deciding not to worry about repairing tbe damage he disillusioned himself and crept down the hall heading back to the painting that he had entered through a little over an hour ago.
Peverell Beach House, Cornwall, 4/1/1983, 10:30
Harry grinned as he stepped back inside after his morning run, the weather was starting to get considerably warmer out and Harry couldn't wait for summer to finally arrive. He had slept in later than he would have liked but in his defence, he didn't get in this morning until around dawn.
Bella was still asleep when he got up for his morning workout but he knew she would wake as soon as she smelled the breakfast Jangles had just started cooking.
Harry made his way upstairs and tiptoed through his and Bella's room to the bathroom for a quick shower, Bella was still fast asleep.
Harry turned the taps and stepped under the stream of steaming hot water, enjoying the heat running over his sore muscles, groaning appreciatively as water run over his back.
Late tomorrow night he would be going to Longbottom Hall for the first official stage of the operation, he would have to stay at Longbottom Hall until it was time to head to the ball.
The ball was the part he was dreading the most but it should be over within a few hours if all went to plan, he did not want to be in the disguise he would have to wear any longer than necessary.
Harry finished his shower in a sort of daze going about washing himself on auto-pilot while he ran the plans over in his mind. When h
Harry stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel drying himself off as he made his way into the room idly noticing Bella was awake and sitting up in the bed, eyeing his nude form appreciatively.
"Morning Bella," Harry said as headed towards the wardrobe to find his clothes for the day.
"Good morning Harry," Bella purred as she moved her index finger in a beckning motion.
Grinning at her he wandered over to his wife leaning down to kiss her deeply, her hands snaked their way to the back of his neck pulling him into the bed with her.
Their kissing turned to other activities very quickly and Harry couldn't help but think that these pregnancy hormones were simply... wonderful.
An hour later they were seated at the table enjoying a light breakfast, Bella was reading tbe Prophet while Harry was perusing the notebook that he had made Nott write in last night.
"Whatcha got there?" Bella asked curiously looking up from the paper.
"I put Nott under the imperius and had him write down everything he knew about the death eater infrastructure," Harry explained distractedly as he turned a page.
"Really? I'm impressed," Bella said looking at the notebook curiously.
"He'll be dead tomorrow night anyway, no reason for him to take the information with him to the grave," Harry shrugged.
"No, that was very clever of you," Bella smirked.
"Thank you, did you know they actually passed a bill that put a half per cent tax on every non-pureblod purchase in Diagon Alley. It all went into the vault of the chairman of wizarding commerce's vault," Harry scowled as he read down the page.
"Who was that?" Bella asked in amusement.
"Abraxas Malfoy, he was the one who presented the bill in the first place. According to Nott, Malfoy would move the gold to different death eater accounts before the funds were funnelled back to the account of one Tom Marvolo Riddle," Harry answered looking up from the notebook.
"That doesn't surprise me one bit, the Malfoy's were always good with gold," Bella shrugged.
"Half a per cent doesn't sound like a lot but they made thousands of galleons annually until the bill was struck this past January," Harry said as he kept reading.
"When was the law passed?" Bella asked curiously.
"June of fifty-eight," Harry answered.
"Over twenty years, no wonder our death eater robes were made of the finest acromantula silk," Bella snorted.
"I'm sure that's what they did with it," Harry smirked.
"Either that or they used it to pay for Lucy's haircare potions," Bella shrugged.
Harry kept reading but didn't find any names he wasn't already aware of. The names Nott had written down the same sympathisers that Harry had helped track down during his short time in the auror corp.
The safehouses and other properties were spread out across five countries and were owned by the families of various wealthy benefactors on the continent.
"So what are we doing tonight?" Bella asked pulling him from his thoughts.
"Your sisters and Sirius are coming over for dinner," Harry answered after shutting the notebook.
"Great, we get to hear more about Sirius and Amelia's wedding plans," Bella sighed irritably.
"Actually, I imagine Narcissa will be too busy gloating about the ball she is setting up to talk about the wedding," Harry pointed out.
"I don't want to hear about that either," Bella grumbled.
"Same here," Harry agreed.
"After the babies get her these family dinner nights are going to stop," Bella stated flatly.
"I know, we're going to have our hands full without having to entertain guests," Harry nodded agreeing that it would be best to forgo any type of social gatherings until the babies could sleep through the night.
'I can't wait until the babies are finally here,' Harry thought with a barely concealed smile as he finished his breakfast.
Longbottom Hall, Orkney Islands, 4/3/1983, 03:39
Harry began his examination of the Longbottom property, tonight he was putting his plans into action, and the first order of business was to subdue Augusta Longbottom.
He had gotten details from Bella about how tbe group she came here with had bypassed the very powerful Longbottom wards.
Apparently, the ward stones had one flaw, they were not set deep in the ground. Barty Crouch Jr had simply tunnelled underneath them somewhere on the south side of the property. Harry hoped the tunnel was still there as it would save him a lot of trouble.
Following Bella's instructions, it wasn't very hard to find the tunnel even though it was hidden under a powerful concealment charm. The fact that the charm was still active let Harry know that Barty's body had not passed on yet, even after receiving the dementor's kiss.
The very small tunnel was towards the South-East side of the property and went right through a small rolling hill the wards were resting upon.
Harry had to crawl about forty feet on his hands and knees through the three-foot diameter tunnel, it came out behind three large greenhouses.
Once Harry stepped out of the tunnel, he disillusioned himself and made his way toward the house scanning the ground as he went to ensure he didn't trigger any hidden surprises.
When he reached the main entrance he ran scans over the door and found no wards just an advanced locking charm.
Cracking the locking charm took about a minute and he was just about to lower his wand when three house elves appeared in front of him. With a quick flick of his wand, a clear odourless sleeping gas was wafted from his wand tip and drifted over the elves, within thirty seconds the elves toppled with soft thumps onto the floor.
This was a sleeping spell he had learned from the book Newt had sent him, it was completely harmless to humans but was very handy for a variety of small to medium-sized magical creatures. Harry quickly stunned the three elves and bound them in ropes for good measure. Luckily, the stunning spells would knock them out for a house elve for at least twenty-four hours.
Harry had never been here before so he had to cast the human locator charm to locate his target. Once he cast 'Homenum revelio,' he learned that Augusta was on the second floor.
As he expected there were two human presences in the home, he crept up the stairs in semi-darkness occasionally he thought he saw the portraits jerk awake from feigning sleep when a floorboard would creak under his feet.
'If only a silencing charm would work for this kind of thing,' Harry thought wryly.
Regardless of common belief, a silencing charm on your feet was useless when walking on a manmade structure such as a staircase or a wood floor. All the silencing charm did was silence the sound your feet made when contacting another surface, it couldn't control the sounds the floor made reacting to his body weight. He could of course cast the spell on the floor as he went but it would leave his magical signature all over the house which was counterproductive to what he was trying to accomplish.
Turning right on the second-floor landing, Harry walked down a hallway that was carpeted and thankfully portrait-less.
He ran a diagnostic spell over the first door he could detect a human presence, after finding nothing he gently pushed it open.
As soon as the door opened it was very clear that this was a nursery room, he could make out the silhouette of a large crib with a mobile lit up with softly illuminated dragons slowly spinning over it. Trying not to wake Neville, he quietly stepped back out, gently shutting the door behind him.
Making his way to the door at the end of the hallway where the revealer spell told him the other human presence was, Harry slowly approached the door he was certain was Augusta's room.
Waving his wand over the door, Harry found the same locking charm that was on the front door and a simple alert ward.
It didn't take him long to take them both down, gently he grabbed the knob with his gloved hand before pushing the door open.
Creeping into the room, Harry found a very large open room with large bay windows overlooking the ocean in the distance. Deciding speed would be much more useful than stealth in this situation, he flicked his wand, ripping the curtains open on the four-poster bed and quickly casting, "imperio!"
Augusta had jerked awake at the sound of her curtain being ripped open and lunged for her wand on her bedside table, her movement brought her right into the path of Harry's imperius curse.
Harry had to push quite a bit of power into the spell as the older woman was very powerful magically, she was really fighting the curse and it came down to a battle of wills. After a minute that felt like an eternity, Augusta lost the fight. Her body seemed to relax, and she sat there staring at where Harry was standing disillusioned, looking perfectly relaxed.
'Go back to sleep, and go about your day as normal as possible tomorrow,' Harry silently instructed through the curse as he reached over and plucked three hairs from her head and put them in an empty crystal potions vial, then grabbed her wand.
Longbottom Hall, Orkney Island, 4/3/1983, 17:28
Harry had just finished stunning and binding Augusta to a chair in the first-floor sitting room. With another flick of his wand he cast, " obliviate," wiping all memory of the past twenty-four hours from her mind before lifting the imperius curse.
He had been under heavy glamour charms all day and had mostly just let Augusta go about her daily routine while he waited for the time to leave for the Easter Ball.
Harry had ordered her to come in here twenty minutes ago so he could prepare to leave for the ball. Currently, he looked ridiculous wearing a green longsleeved frilly ball gown and preparing himself to drink the polyjuice potion. He thought it best to change before he took the potion as he had no desire to see Augusta naked.
Taking a deep breath, Harry uncorked the vial of potion and dropped one of her grey hairs in the porion, watching the potion turn a light maroon colour.
As soon as the potion had absorbed the hair, he drank the dose down and doubled over as his stomach cramped up. He felt like his body was shrinking down, he could feel his skin bubbling, his hair growing longer, and his chest expanding outward.
When the changes had finally stopped, he took a gasping breath before gabbing her vulture topped hat, stepping into the black high heeled shoes and picking up her handbag. Opening the bag he placed the other two doses of potion in the purse and yelped when a mousetrap snapped over his index finger.
"Why in the bloody hell does she have that in there?!" Harry demanded of the empty room as he freed his finger and threw the closed trap back into the purse.
'Well let's get this over with," Harry sighed as he took a step and damn near fell on his face.
"Bloody hell!" Harry exclaimed as he cast a balancing spell on himself and carefully made his way out of the room.
Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire, 4/3/1983, 18:38
This was not a comfortable experience, Harry was wearing a hideous green frilly dress and this damn vulture hat must weigh twenty pounds, it took him an hour to finally get comfortable walking in these high heeled shoes but he was doing an admirable job of blending in.
Harry/Augusta had left Neville in the nursery with the other tots after dinner was served this evening. This seemed the best way to go about the job as the aurors would be swarming Longbottom Hall in a few hours and would probably terrify the poor kid if he were there.
Watching Neville today had been quite educational and he hoped what happened in the next few days didn't upset the boy too much. Neville was a very hyper child completely at odds with how the quiet boy he remembered from Hogwarts. Harry watched Augusta chasing after him for most of the day and was impressed the older woman could keep up with the hyperactive toddler.
He was on his second dose of polyjuice potion now and the time to make his move was getting closer, the speeches were just starting and Bagnold was hammering home how much progress the ministry had made since the new year.
Scanning the room he saw his target standing next to Lord Selwyn, every once in a while Nott would shoot him/her a look and glare impatiently at the minister who seemed determined to spend the rest of her time in office giving this speech.
Finally, Bagnold finished speaking and the band struck up a waltz, Harry/Augusta watched Sirius lead Narcissa onto the dance floor and start the dance portion of the evening.
Harry mingled on the edge of the dance floor and had to knock back the final dose of potion between sips of self-made wine.
It was about half an hour into the third dose when Harry sent an order through the curse still on Nott to begin the final stage of the plan.
"Ah Augusta, I have heard some very interesting things about your plans for the ministry... should you be elected," Thaddeus Nott's voice came from his right.
"Yes, you and some of your... associates must be quite concerned about my plans," Harry/Augusta sneered looking down her nose at the balding man and making the vulture rock slightly.
"You'll never get the votes," Nott smirked.
"Then it shall be an executive order, either way, all of you filthy death eaters will be retried under veritaserum if I have my way," Harry/Augusta said threateningly.
"That would be inadvisable, it would be a shame if some accident were to befall your vegetable of a son, St Mungos has been known to have... accidents," Nott said in a low threatening tone.
Taking that as his cue Harry channelled an order through the curse ordering Nott to fight back and then sent a bludgeoning curse with Augusta's wand. Nott just barely blocked with a shield charm and returned fire with a blood boiling curse.
Screams issued from the other attendants and people quickly rushed to the other side of the room as a bombarda struck the floor courtesy of Harry/Augusta's retaliation.
Harry knew that Augusta favoured transfiguration in battle so he started conjuring edged weapons and banishing them at Thaddeus at blonding speed forcing the man to cower behind a shield.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Selwyn sneaking up on his right, most likely to give his friend aid.
"Two birds, one stone,' Harry thought with pa ferl grin as he conjured two daggers and banished them at tremendous speed.
One of the daggers flew straight towards Nott who ducked under it as it flew past, the blade sinking deep into the stone wall behind him.
The second dagger had flown forward before veering sharply to the right, Harry didn't have to look to know it had hit its mark.
He clearly heard the 'shlick' sound of a blade plunging into flesh, there was a dull thud as Lord Selwyn collapsed to the floor with a dagger sticking out of his forehead.
Harry didn't have time to look to his right because Nott had started casting a chain of dark curses at him. Harry was forced to conjure blocks of marble to Intercept the fatal spells. Each time a spell struck marble it would send thick white dust into the air obstructing them from the onlookers on the other side of the ballroom.
Harry let this go on for a bit and noticed camera flashes from the other side of the ballroom and decided it was time to finish this.
Harry sent Nott a command through the curse to freeze as he conjured a circular blade banishing it at Nott like a frisbee. The blade closed the distance in a split second, passing through Nott's neck with ease before sticking into the stone wall.
Harry watched as a red line formed on Nott's neck before his head slid off of his shoulder and his legs buckled underneath him before both parts hit the floor at the same time, his head rolling across the floor.
Reaching into his pocket, Harry removed the portkey he had Augusta create for him and said, "victory," and disappeared from Malfoy manor. The screams of horrified guests filled his ears as he was ripped away into the blue vortex.
Longbottom Hall, Orkney Island, 4/3/1983, 20:12
Harry appeared in the main hall and made his way to the sitting room where Augusta was still tied and bound to a chair, the polyjuice was starting to wear off but for his own mental health he planned on waiting to change out of his clothes until he looked like himself again.
Harry took great care to plant the evidence he wanted the aurors to find and vanished all traces of his magical signature from the house
He felt his skin starting to bubble as he started growing taller, the polyjuice was wearing off, in less than a minute he looked like himself again.
Harry began taking off the ballgown and putting on his own robes before running a thorough cleansing charm over the ballgown, hat, purse, and wand removing any trace he may have left before casting the spell to remove his magical signature again.
Looking around the room he grinned appreciatively before pulling his robes on and pulling a portkey out of his pocket that would take him to the magical District of Paris.
He had been changing his mind ever since he had taken this job and as easy as it would be to just ship Agusta off to Azkaban for life, he couldn't do it.
He was making this much more convoluted and now the aurors would be unsure of Augusta's guilt. With a thorough investigation and the application of veritaserum, Augusta would be proven innocent but she would have to wait for a trial until after the election for the minister of magic.
He was leaving the trace of a portkey in the house to cast further doubt on her guilt and hoped that she wouldn't suffer too much in prison. He still had a conscience no matter how small and couldn't condemn the old bat to life in that hell hole for a crime she didn't commit.
That just meant he would have to keep looking over his shoulder in public but he could live with that as opposed to having to live with the knowledge of an innocent woman rotting in a cell under the tender mercies of the dementors.
Taking one more look around the room he gripped the portkey snd called out, "double-cross," and felt the pull behind his navel as he was pulled into the blue vortex to the final leg of his journey.
Peverell Beach House, Cornwall, 4/4/1983, 08:39
Harry sat at the table on the deck with Bellatrix enjoying a wonderful full English, last night had gone better than he had expected it to.
" I take it you were successful last night?" Bella asked curiously.
"Yes, more than I expected to be," Harry grinned as he popped a fried tomato in his mouth.
Before Bella could say anything else the Prophet owl arrived with the morning edition and Harry quickly paid the bird and unfurled the paper onto the table as the delivery owl took flight.
Double Murder at the Malfoy Yule Ball, Candidate for Minister Under Arrest!
by: Rita Skeeter
Last night the Lady Malfoy held the traditional Easter ball as the Malfoy family has done for decades to the delight of fellow members of the Wizengamot. These functions have always been well anticipated, as the lords of all sides of the Wizengamot can relax and mingle amongst parties they are usually at odds with one another. The night started out wonderfully as any party planned by the talented Narcissa Malfoy is bound to do. The food was exquisite and the decorations breathtaking with dazzling floral arrangements and a premiere orchestra from Europe. The Ball was attended by the who's who of the wizarding world. There were even members of the French parliament as none other than Sabastian Delacour and his family attended as guests of Lady Malfoy herself. The night was going perfectly, the minister gave a heartwarming speech and Lady Malfoy had just started the first dance portion of the evening, sharing the first dance with her cousin and Head of house Sirius Black when tragedy struck. Little did anyone know that on the other side of the ballroom an argument had started between Augusta Longbottom and Lord Thadeus Nott. Witnesses say it started as barbs being exchanged and quickly escalated into a duel the likes of which still has the ministry reeling. Lady Augusta Longbottom has always been an upstanding citizen and a firm supporter of the light, she has been campaigning for the position of minister since Minister Bagnold announced she was stepping down last winter. Therefore it was a shock to see the woman who was almost certain to become the next minister decapitate a Lord of the Ancient House of Nott and fatally wound Lord Selwyn who got hit by a stray conjured dagger. The Dowager Longbottom then activated a portkey and fled the scene of the crime leaving chaos in her wake. Auror Dawlish of the ministry auror corp was part of the team that raided Longbottom manor in the early hours of this morning but was unable to comment. However, I did my own brand of digging and discovered that the lady Longbottom was found tied to a chair, unconscious, and appeared to have not left her manor home all day, according to the ministry forensic team. She has since been taken into custody and will be sent to the minimum security wing of Azkaban to await her trial which is set for the fifteenth of July. In the meantime, the auror corp will be mounting a full investigation into what is undoubtedly one of the most baffling crimes in the last decade. Could this be a conspiracy to prevent Augusta Longbottom from taking the minister's post? Her imprisonment will almost ascertain her opponent Cassiopeia Black will be elected minister. Was this an assassination plot and poor Madam Longbottom was the scapegoat? Or did the Dowager Longbottom finally snap after the horrible circumstances that befell her son and daughter-in-law? I will be following this story very closely in the coming weeks and will report new developments as they arise.
Harry grinned when he finished reading the article before passing the paper to his wife and continued to eat his breakfast.
"This isn't what we discussed," Bella said curiously after she finished reading.
"I changed my mind... again," Harry admitted.
"I saw, what about Selwyn?" Bella asked as she picked up her fork and continued to eat.
"I saw an opportunity and took it," Harry shrugged.
"Aunt Cassie is going to be pissed," Bella cackled.
"My job was to ensure she was elected as the next minister, I just took a different route than Cissa suggested," Harry said dismissively.
"I meant about Selwyn, now there is an imbalance in the Wizengamot skewed in the lights favor," Bella explained.
"Good that will make it harder for her to run roughshod over the country, checks and balances and all that," Harry grinned.
"Well don't expect a warm welcome next time you see her," Bella warned.
"Good, there is nothing more unsettling than an eighty year old woman squeezing your ass," Harry shuddered.
"So what are you doing today?" Bellatrix asked changing the subject.
"Newt is going with me to the ministry to present my thesis," Harry answered.
"That shouldn't take to long, could you being me back a cone from Fortescue's?" Bella asked hopefully.
"Yes, I would be happy to," Harry said with a fond smile.
Harry was so happy to have gotten this job out of the way, would never again agree to take a job like this. Still he would make a large amount of gold from this job, though at the moment his and Bella's vault balance was almost up to seven figures.
'Now I can worry about more important things,' Harry thought as he got up to get ready for his appointment at the ministry.
Peverell Beach House, Cornwall, 4/7/1983, 10:22
Harry had just stepped onto the deck with Bella when an owl landed in front of him. It clutched an official-looking parchment envelope in its talons and lifted its leg towards him expectantly.
Curiously Harry took the letter and broke the seal before pulling out the letter, reading excitedly.
Mr Harry Peverell,
After a thorough examination by myself and my colleagues in the department of wizard education, we feel the thesis you presented is more than enough to sit your mastery examinations.
Please arrive at my office by eight am on the eleventh of April to begin the first stages of your examination. If this time is not convenient for you please send word and we can make other arrangements.
Sincerely ,
Griselda Marchbanks
Senior Examiner for the Wizard Education Authority
Harry grinned happily as he read through the letter again.
"Good news?" Bella asked amusedly.
"Yes, I can take my mastery exam," Harry grinned before handing her the letter.
"That's wonderful!" Bellatrix grinned.
"Yes, I can take jobs on my own as soon as I'm certified," Harry said in agreement.
"No, you will be keeping Bella company until she has these little ones," Bella corrected.
"Yes, now I just have to worry about your sister coming by soon to tear me a new one.
" She will not be pleased," Bella smirked.
"Tough, I couldn't let that old bat go to Azkaban no matter how irritating she is, it would be kinder to just kill her," Harry shrugged.
"True, but if she tries to attack me in the alley again I'll kill her myself," Bella said coldly.
"Agreed," Harry nodded.
"I think I will head over to Newt's and let him know about my exam date, I have a lot of studying to do before Monday," Harry sighed not looking forward to it.
"Don't be too late coming home, you have husbandly duties to attend to," Bella said matter of factly.
"Of course," Harry agreed as he gave Bella a quick kiss before heading to the floo.