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"So, we will be knocking on your door next summer." Michaela added, laughing.
"There will be no need." Ginny stated, smiling back, the beginnings of a plan forming in her mind. "I'll be here, I believe." The two women nodded and resumed walking back to the sanctuary; Ginny asked them not to tell her brother yet and they assured they weren't going to. She was afraid of how her family, especially her mother would react if she knew; she might even try to convince her otherwise and Ginny couldn't have that. She had her own secret now, the girl mused. And she would make the best out of it.
Harry Potter was having a good day. No, he was having a great day. He was currently seated at the back porch of Silbreith, reading at the latest edition of the Daily Prophet. It was the sixth of July and the head title of the newspaper wrote in bold letters;
THE CURE FOR LYCANTHROPY IS NOW A REALITY: THE INVENTOR OF THE NEW WOLFSBANE TO BE REVEALED WITHIN THE MONTH!
Harry chuckled at the reaction the news of the potion were causing; he had been there when Severus had strode into the Ministry and filed in the paperwork necessary to begin the testing. After the Minister himself came out of his office to make sure this was no joke and after being convinced that the man in front of him was indeed Severus Snape -Harry applauded internally for the permanent discarding of any concealment charm they had ever used- he immediately approved the testing to commence and easily accepted to have anyone who knew he was the creator of the potion sign a magical contract that would disallow them to talk about it until after her chose to make his name public.
The Minister assumed that was because Severus wanted to be certain of the results; the potions master simply wanted to make sure the news didn't get out before it was time. The right time being Harry's birthday, when the second bombshell would drop. Harry turned the page of the newspaper and was greeted with an extensive article of the uncovering of "the mysterious creator of the Firebolt". He picked up Witch Weekly; he had seen an article about that in there somewhere… He started laughing openly at the first few lines. That was how Severus found him, reclining at the couch and laughing his heart out.
"I'm happy to see you too, kid." Severus stated; he looked happier than he had the whole past year, his smile more natural than ever.
"Hi, Dad." Harry greeted him back, still laughing.
"What's so amusing?" He asked intrigued.
"Witch Weekly has published an article by Rita Skeeter; it's about the identities of the "mysterious inventors that took the wizarding world by surprise.". Want to hear it?" Harry asked.
"Sure."
"You'd have to be hiding under a rock for the past week to miss the startling news that rocked the wizarding world. And in case you have been, allow me to present you with the two greatest mysteries of the year and maybe of the decade; the cure to lycanthropy has been found. Surprising news, you have to agree. But the great mystery is; who is the creator?" Severus snorted.
"Good to see my work is appreciated…" Harry stopped him.
"It gets better. As my readers may remember, we had found ourselves in the same position last year, when the Firebolt had been put to production; the fastest and best selling broomstick to date was released without mentioning of the creator, rousing quite the speculation about their secret identity. And now, out of the blue, both these mysterious inventors decided to reveal their identities to the world. But why the delay? Was it the need for privacy? It could be. But my inside sources tell me, that the root of the problem might have been located elsewhere. I wouldn't want to speak ahead of time, but there's a high probability that the two inventors are members of the Unspeakables, the most secret unit of the Ministry of Magic; what dark assignment could have kept them from revealing themselves, one wonders?" Severus started laughing along with the teenager, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Harry, you should have told me sooner; I could have helped with that assignment!" Severus proclaimed, sending them into a second round of mirthful laughter.
"Later on she says that we might actually be the same person." Harry said, wiping the tears of his face. "We've done a mighty good job of convincing people we're not up to this moment, I would say." Severus nodded emphatically.
"Speaking of Rita Skeeter, I just received word from Nagnok." Harry looked at the potions master confused; Nagnok was the goblin in charge of their financials and as such had taken it upon him tom manage their transition from anonymity to fame, as he put it.
"What does Nagnok have to do with Skeeter?"
"He's scheduled us for interviews with her in two weeks, photoshoot and all. Apparently, he found the interview with the Daily Prophet insufficient." Severus explained. Harry gulped visibly; he had never met her, but that Skeeter woman sounded scary.
"Oh joy." He stated drily. Severus smirked.
"Tell me about it. In other news, what do you say we take the weekend off and head to Brittany?" Severus stated out of the blue.
"Brittany? Sure." Harry said. "Why?"
"Why not?" Severus asked back.
"Valid point."
"Besides, there's a tournament held there you might enjoy. I might enjoy it too." Severus informed him, eyes sparkling.
"A tournament?" Harry asked intrigued.
"Tell me Harry, what have you heard of jousting?" Severus asked, watching Harry's eyes widen in shock.
"On horses?"
"Is there any other way?" He asked as Harry jumped up in joy.
"Can we compete?" Severus nodded.
"In that and in any other part of the melee. It's quite common amongst pureblood families in Europe; I see it as a chance to dress up in chainmail and beat your opponents with blunt objects." Harry chuckled at that and started running towards the stables.
"Where are you going?" Severus asked amused.
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