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HP - Chapter 288: All in the Family
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Chapter 288: All in the Family
It was the next day. Moody and Dawlish went away to a secure location given by Dumbledore, since it would not be safe for them to return home.
This left the Potter family alone once more.
They were all currently in the kitchen, having a late breakfast.
“You are not planning on going back to the Ministry, right?” Lily gave her husband a piercing glare.
“Of course not. I mean… not for the moment at least,” James answered.
The Minister had finally gained the courage to go after his opposition, so going back in there would be like walking into the lion’s den.
James was sure that this change in tactics was due to Voldemort’s return. Otherwise, Parkinson would not have been so brazen about his approach.
“Did you get fired?” Lyra asked without holding back.
“Lyra! Have some tact,” Lily scolded her.
“Well… kind of? I suppose I did,” James answered. After all, having your boss trying to kill you must count as getting fired.
“Daddy got fried?!” Holly exclaimed in horror.
“No, not fried, Holly. I got fired,” James said. But seeing his daughter’s face of confusion, he tried again. “It means that I lost my job.”
“Like Ginny’s dad!” Lyra added.
“Did you lose it?....” Holly seemed to be thinking about something. “You should ask Mipsy! I lose things all the time and she always helps me find them.”
“Ah… thanks, I will ask her,” James smiled at her. “In any case, I will be spending more time at home.”
“Will you be here for my birthday?!” Holly asked.
“Of course!” James answered.
“All day?”
“All day, yes.”
“Yeah!” Holly celebrated. “I’m glad Daddy got fried,” she decided.
“He got fired, not fried!” Lyra huffed.
“Anyways…” James turned to look at his son, who seemed to have just finished his breakfast. “Say, Harry…”
“Hmm?”
“About that ‘family magic’ artifact you made… can you make more?” James asked in a low voice.
“Family magic? You mean the Grimoire?” Lyra asked.
“How do you know about that?” James moved his eyes between his daughter and son.
“What’s a grinu… gri… what was it?” Holly looked at her mother for help.
“Why don’t we go to the library for a bit?” Lily stood up from her chair and went to her youngest daughter. She had the feeling that her husband wanted to speak alone with Harry.
“Okay!” Holly was always happy to lie down and read something after breakfast.
“Wanna come too, Lyra?” Lily asked.
“No, I want to stay and listen to this,” Lyra didn’t like being left out of the loop. Now that she had learned the truth from Harry, she wanted to be more involved.
“It’s fine, let her stay. She was going to hear about it sooner or later,” Harry told his parents.
James waited until Lily and Holly left to continue. “Why did you tell her about that?”
“I made a promise to her,” Harry said.
“And… how much did y-”
“I know everything!” Lyra gave her father a smug smile. “I know where Harry came from and about his previous life. He even showed me some memories!”
“Harry… you could have consulted us about this. I don’t want her involved in these things… she is still a child.”
“I’m thirteen already!” Lyra exclaimed.
“Exactly!” James spoke back.
“She was plenty involved already. And she doesn’t know that Voldemort is back.” Harry shrugged.
“What?!”
“Harry! What did I just say?” James frowned.
“It’s best if she learns about it. That way, maybe she can avoid getting into trouble,” Harry said. "Or at least, I can hope so..."
“That only happened twice!” Lyra defended.
“In two years…”
“Wait, twice?” James didn’t know about the basilisk attack in her first year of school.
“So he is really back…” Lyra glanced at her brother. “Is he as bad as…”
“Voldemort is Voldemort. He is always going to be dangerous,” Harry told her.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Lyra asked. She was well aware that she could not do much to help when it came to fights, but there had to be something…
“When the time comes, I will let you know…” He wanted her as far away as possible. But she had Potter blood in her veins. Lyra was never going to just stand aside and do nothing, so if he just told her 'No', she was bound to do something dumb.
Harry turned his attention back to his father. “As for your request… those explosives are very difficult to make. I may be able to produce one more before the summer ends if I have enough materials left.”
“What explosive?” Lyra became curious.
“Just one?...” James had been hoping to get many more than that. “That’s a shame… if we had more, then Voldemort…”
“Hmph… you are really underestimating him. That artifact won’t do much against anyone powerful enough,” Harry said.
“Seriously? But it felt so… strong.”
“That’s because you used it against some inferi. The effect is just a bit more potent than a Patronus, and they take a lot of time to make. That’s why I only made one.”
“I see…” James looked disappointed. He thought they had some incredible weapons at their disposal.
“Don’t get me wrong, they would come in handy if he tries to make use of a large army of inferi, zombies, or any other type of undead. It would also chase away dementors, but don’t expect it to kill them.”
“Inferi, zombies?… dementors?…” Lyra became paler.
“I’ll finish writing the Grimoire in a month or so… make sure to give it a read. But be very careful with what you share,” Harry warned. “That book is going to be m-... the Potter Legacy. Take care of it.”
James raised an eyebrow. “Why are you sounding like my grandfather now?”
“Because he is super old!” Lyra exclaimed.
“Do I need to jinx you?” Harry stood up from his chair.
“W-wait!” Lyra stood back.
“I know one that makes your hair change color every five minutes… or that one that makes you vomit slugs… or maybe…”
“Noo!” Lyra took off running. “I’m sorry!”
