𝗷𝗮𝗻𝗲, harry potter

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CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
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-: fourth year :-

── IN WHICH PRIVET DRIVE
IS LEFT BEHIND

. . .

Someone had lit their wand, and Harry was now staring at a rather strange assortment of people. Professor Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody and a group of witches and wizards he didn't recognise at all, one with violently violet hair, another one bald.

He had been baraged with compliments - or comments - that he looked exactly like his father, and faced with a roar from Moody, who he hadn't properly met until now, about keeping his wand in the back pocket of his jeans. And now, he was stood in the kitchen of Privet Drive, stood in from of Lupin after he asked the form of his Patronus- Moody was suspicious that he was a Death Eater, which he quite clearly wasn't.

"A stag." Harry confirmed, eyes glancing around the group. "It's a stag."

A look of relief spread over Lupin's face and he stepped forward, hugging Harry. "It's good to see you." He smiled, stepping back. "I've heard from Sirius that you've had quite the interesting summer."

"You've spoken to Sirius?" Harry asked, still unable to believe that there was a group of wizards in the Dursleys' kitchen. "And you know about-"

"Jane." Lupin grinned. "Of course you and Edward's daughter found each other. I don't know how they didn't expect it at all, Florence should've know it would have happened at some point."

"Edward... Flora? What?" Harry blinked, confusion growing. "What - what's going on? Is she okay? She's not hurt is she? And you're really lucky the Dursleys' aren't in by the way."

"All in due time." Remus patted Harry on the arm before stepping back, revealling the purple-haired witch as she laughed.

"Lucky, ha!" The violet-haired woman laughed. "It was me thatlured them out of the way. Sent a letter by Muggle post tellingthem they'd been short-listed for the All-England Best-KeptSuburban Lawn Competition. They're heading off to the prize giving right now.. Or they think they are."

Harry smiled at the image forming in his mind of the Dursleys realising that there wasn't any award at all. "But Jane - she is okay, isn't she? She's alright, right? Not hurt or - or-"

"No Harry, she's alright." There was a pop beside him and he jumped out of his skin to see Flora stood between him and Moody. "I've told her everything, and I suspect she'll eventually tell you to."

The Potter boy had not felt this relieved in a long time, and let out a sigh, settling against the fridge. His hand loosened around his wand and Flora smiled, glad to see the reaction. "I trust some of you have heard about my daughter?"

"Couldn't quite believe it when I heard." Another one of the wizards in the group chimed in. "But then you turned up on my brother's doorstep with Harry Potter and Jane Everleigh - after everything that happened - with the proclamation of her being your daughter... it was a surprise."

"Well, it was a change." Harry felt as thoughh he was watching a tennis game, head bouncing back and forth between conversations. Flora noticed the confusion. "Harry, this is Elphias, the brother of Orson."

"Hi.." Harry greeted him, watching as the man leaned forward to shake his hand thoroughly. "We're leaving now, aren't we?"

"Almost at once." Lupin replied. "we're just waiting for the all-clear." "