Chapter 24
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Harry came back around dinner time and found Petunia asleep, as she wasn't feeling well and came back early with Harry, while Harry returned for house-hunting.
He didn't disturb her sleep and call reception to prepare the balcony so they can enjoy the river view in moonlight rather than inside the room.
They were remarkable in their service as a few waitresses came soon and started preparing tables and chairs, as well as candles and flowers.
Harry didn't know why, but he wanted to make tonight's romantic for them. He watched them prepare like they were masters of art; doing the job without any mistakes.
Harry gave all the waitresses generous tips as he was in a good mood after finding a good house for Petunia and him, and ordering the best starter at the hotel.
He went to the bathroom as he was sweaty from finding a house they desired after all the waitresses left.
He wore a random robe after drying himself. The first time he found admiring this 5-star hotel; there were all kinds of clothes they were offering because he hadn't brought any clothes; everything burned down with home last night.
He sat in the balcony and enjoyed the view of moonlight illuminating the busy city and reflection of light from the river which looked like stars in the sky.
Soon his order was ready and delivered by waitresses. Harry closed the door after they had left and returned to enjoy the moment.
Petunia, who slept until now, also woke up with sounds from the trolleys.
Harry was pleasantly surprised and welcomed her to join him.
"wow, its so beautiful," she exclaims.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked.
Petunia admired the beauty. She came near Harry and gave him a kiss on his cheek," Very much."
Harry started boasting about the place when he heard praise from Petunia; putting away thoughts of his earlier actions.
Harry gave her details of all the dishes and showed off as mentioning methods to improve them.
This great time was a need for both of them. Petunia was trying to forget about last night and Harry about the evening.
He had done things without the use of the brain; this was unlike his character.
It was a peaceful moment, and they were enjoying each other's company, but it was disturbed by a knock on the door.
*Knock*
*Knock*
Harry was angry hearing that as he had especially instructed them not to disturb them.
He looked at the door and shouted, "Who is this?" hardly controlling the anger building within.
It was silent for a few moments before the timid answer came.
"Sir, someone wants to come here to meet you and she would not take no for an answer."
Harry recognized the voice as one of the waitresses, and she was the youngest of all who looked at Harry with adoration.
He looked at Petunia with a questioning gaze.
Sure enough, she understood Harry's meaning.
"there shouldn't be any familiar people as we haven't told anyone yet," she continued, "ask her about the appearance, and we might get the idea of him."
"Alright," he replied. As both of them assume a man; knowing in this age, not many women would come out at this time of day.
"tell me, how does he look and his age?" Harry shouted.
"s-sir, it's a woman, not a man," she replied.
Both of them were shocked to hear that. Petunia looked at Harry with a sharp eye.
Harry smiled awkwardly" it shouldn't be Sara. I haven't talked to her since last night." He wasn't even sure as he knew her crazy personality when things came to Harry.
To divert Petunia's attention, he asked the waitress further questions.
"then describe her."
"yes, sir. She looked like a woman in her prime age; around 28-30 years. She has fair skin and green eyes like you sir, but you have far greater and more beautiful eyes than her."
Harry was speechless to her descriptions as he only wanted to know if that person was Sara or not. And he felt embarrassed hearing such praise and adoration.
"Also, sir," she added, "she was dressed weirdly, but her bearing was excellent and thus hotel management didn't throw her out. She seemed to come from those weird dress code parties, wearing a pointy black hat; covering her dark hair."
Harry did notice her enthusiasm for reporting to him or more like talking to him even when the door was closed. Still, that didn't diminish her excitement.
Harry wasn't acquainted with many females let alone weirdly like this. He was about to decline the meeting when he noticed Petunia's expression.
Petunia suddenly said, "We should meet with her."She saw doubt in Harry's eye and told him before he could ask, "She might be a witch and come here to visit us due to yesternight's incident."
Harry became serious after hearing that and started thinking.
He considered the issue for a few seconds as to how his actions might have consequences and how to respond.
Actions have reactions; this is a law of nature. He forgot this simple truth.
His yesternight's actions were rash if he considers now with a calm mind, but there is no point in crying over spoiled milk.
He made a decision considering everything and instructed Petunia, "If that Witch was here about magic, then insist that it was me who cast the magic last night. And no matter what, don't let her know that you are Witch now."
Harry gave her serious look the same as he gave when they were together previously, so she nodded subconsciously.
"Alright, bring her to me," Harry shouted to the waitress while he changed his form.
Petunia laughed, looking at him. After sinking to child size, rob which he was wearing looked weird on him, thus serious atmosphere turned light again.
Harry adjusted his rob and walked toward the door to open it. He came back after opening the door and sat down in his previous place and started eating as if nothing was happening.
Petunia watched all his actions and was surprised by his calm attitude. She was affected as well and started eating peacefully too.
Soon, two women came and knocked on the door.
"please, come in." Petunia said.
One woman left the room as it wasn't her place to stand or enter. Another woman entered the room.
"I hope I am not interpreting your lovely evening," she said while walking toward them.
This time Harry turned and looked at her. He was surprised because she looked exactly as the waitress told him.
She has fair, smooth skin. She looked like a mature woman but age, not more than 30 years. The green eyes were beautiful but true enough, not more attractive than Harry's eyes.
Harry knew by looking at her clothes why the waitress used the word 'Weird' as she was wearing clothes of fashion which passed 15-20 years ago.
Harry didn't know now, but he will find out later in the future that witches/wizards don't go to muggle word often thus they wear whatever they had bought last time or even the before that and resulting in them looking 'Weird'.
Petunia smiled "Not at all! Please have a sit."
She sat in a chair near Petunia and joined them at the table.
She exclaimed."what a lovely view!"
She admired the view for a moment before breaking the silence.
"Merlin's Beard! I lost in the moment. I didn't have peace of mind like this, as my husband has passed away last year, until now."
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts Witch and Wizarding School. I am here on official business to represent the Ministry of Magic in this special case."
Petunia panicked when she heard that and brought Harry near her even though she knew and Harry's warning.
"No need to panic..." Minerva comforted, but Petunia cut her and started speaking, "It is all my fault. I had a small fight with my husband..."
She started telling her how she had a problem with her husband, and it wasn't the fault of Harry.
Harry was a little irritated as she didn't follow the plan, but, still, he felt touched.
"No, it was all my fault. I don't know how that happened, but I was angry and another second that happened," Harry shouted.
Everyone went silent after Harry's shout.
Minerva broke the silence" As I was trying to explain, no one held responsible for that matter. It is common for a child to use magic if they are angry or displeased with something. Thus, the ministry forgives such crimes as they don't have sufficient control over magic yet."
She gave the duo a moment to digest what she informed them.
She added while looking at young Harry, "Besides, he is special as you know what happened in the past so the Ministry would look away for any crime as long as it isn't a major crime detested by gods and wizards alike."
Petunia sighed with relief now although she looked calm and she was laughing at Harry but inside she was terrified. She can withstand any pain or punishment, but one thing she couldn't do was separation from Harry.
Petunia dragged Harry near her and showed the duo's gratitude. And she said repeated 'Thank you'.
She smiled in response, saying it was nothing.
"please, at least let us treat you to dinner, to show our gratitude." Petunia insisted.
"don't mind if I do," she replied with a smile.
Petunia told Harry to call room service to place a new order.
After that, they sat and enjoyed the view under the moonlight.
//////
Note:
: A Night to Remember.
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Harry came back around dinner time and found Petunia asleep, as she wasn't feeling well and came back early with Harry, while Harry returned for house-hunting.
He didn't disturb her sleep and call reception to prepare the balcony so they can enjoy the river view in moonlight rather than inside the room.
They were remarkable in their service as a few waitresses came soon and started preparing tables and chairs, as well as candles and flowers.
Harry didn't know why, but he wanted to make tonight's romantic for them. He watched them prepare like they were masters of art; doing the job without any mistakes.
Harry gave all the waitresses generous tips as he was in a good mood after finding a good house for Petunia and him, and ordering the best starter at the hotel.
He went to the bathroom as he was sweaty from finding a house they desired after all the waitresses left.
He wore a random robe after drying himself. The first time he found admiring this 5-star hotel; there were all kinds of clothes they were offering because he hadn't brought any clothes; everything burned down with home last night.
He sat in the balcony and enjoyed the view of moonlight illuminating the busy city and reflection of light from the river which looked like stars in the sky.
Soon his order was ready and delivered by waitresses. Harry closed the door after they had left and returned to enjoy the moment.
Petunia, who slept until now, also woke up with sounds from the trolleys.
Harry was pleasantly surprised and welcomed her to join him.
"wow, its so beautiful," she exclaims.
"Do you like it?" Harry asked.
Petunia admired the beauty. She came near Harry and gave him a kiss on his cheek," Very much."
Harry started boasting about the place when he heard praise from Petunia; putting away thoughts of his earlier actions.
Harry gave her details of all the dishes and showed off as mentioning methods to improve them.
This great time was a need for both of them. Petunia was trying to forget about last night and Harry about the evening.
He had done things without the use of the brain; this was unlike his character.
It was a peaceful moment, and they were enjoying each other's company, but it was disturbed by a knock on the door.
*Knock*
*Knock*
Harry was angry hearing that as he had especially instructed them not to disturb them.
He looked at the door and shouted, "Who is this?" hardly controlling the anger building within.
It was silent for a few moments before the timid answer came.
"Sir, someone wants to come here to meet you and she would not take no for an answer."
Harry recognized the voice as one of the waitresses, and she was the youngest of all who looked at Harry with adoration.
He looked at Petunia with a questioning gaze.
Sure enough, she understood Harry's meaning.
"there shouldn't be any familiar people as we haven't told anyone yet," she continued, "ask her about the appearance, and we might get the idea of him."
"Alright," he replied. As both of them assume a man; knowing in this age, not many women would come out at this time of day.
"tell me, how does he look and his age?" Harry shouted.
"s-sir, it's a woman, not a man," she replied.
Both of them were shocked to hear that. Petunia looked at Harry with a sharp eye.
Harry smiled awkwardly" it shouldn't be Sara. I haven't talked to her since last night." He wasn't even sure as he knew her crazy personality when things came to Harry.
To divert Petunia's attention, he asked the waitress further questions.
"then describe her."
"yes, sir. She looked like a woman in her prime age; around 28-30 years. She has fair skin and green eyes like you sir, but you have far greater and more beautiful eyes than her."
Harry was speechless to her descriptions as he only wanted to know if that person was Sara or not. And he felt embarrassed hearing such praise and adoration.
"Also, sir," she added, "she was dressed weirdly, but her bearing was excellent and thus hotel management didn't throw her out. She seemed to come from those weird dress code parties, wearing a pointy black hat; covering her dark hair."
Harry did notice her enthusiasm for reporting to him or more like talking to him even when the door was closed. Still, that didn't diminish her excitement.
Harry wasn't acquainted with many females let alone weirdly like this. He was about to decline the meeting when he noticed Petunia's expression.
Petunia suddenly said, "We should meet with her."She saw doubt in Harry's eye and told him before he could ask, "She might be a witch and come here to visit us due to yesternight's incident."
Harry became serious after hearing that and started thinking.
He considered the issue for a few seconds as to how his actions might have consequences and how to respond.
Actions have reactions; this is a law of nature. He forgot this simple truth.
His yesternight's actions were rash if he considers now with a calm mind, but there is no point in crying over spoiled milk.
He made a decision considering everything and instructed Petunia, "If that Witch was here about magic, then insist that it was me who cast the magic last night. And no matter what, don't let her know that you are Witch now."
Harry gave her serious look the same as he gave when they were together previously, so she nodded subconsciously.
"Alright, bring her to me," Harry shouted to the waitress while he changed his form.
Petunia laughed, looking at him. After sinking to child size, rob which he was wearing looked weird on him, thus serious atmosphere turned light again.
Harry adjusted his rob and walked toward the door to open it. He came back after opening the door and sat down in his previous place and started eating as if nothing was happening.
Petunia watched all his actions and was surprised by his calm attitude. She was affected as well and started eating peacefully too.
Soon, two women came and knocked on the door.
"please, come in." Petunia said.
One woman left the room as it wasn't her place to stand or enter. Another woman entered the room.
"I hope I am not interpreting your lovely evening," she said while walking toward them.
This time Harry turned and looked at her. He was surprised because she looked exactly as the waitress told him.
She has fair, smooth skin. She looked like a mature woman but age, not more than 30 years. The green eyes were beautiful but true enough, not more attractive than Harry's eyes.
Harry knew by looking at her clothes why the waitress used the word 'Weird' as she was wearing clothes of fashion which passed 15-20 years ago.
Harry didn't know now, but he will find out later in the future that witches/wizards don't go to muggle word often thus they wear whatever they had bought last time or even the before that and resulting in them looking 'Weird'.
Petunia smiled "Not at all! Please have a sit."
She sat in a chair near Petunia and joined them at the table.
She exclaimed."what a lovely view!"
She admired the view for a moment before breaking the silence.
"Merlin's Beard! I lost in the moment. I didn't have peace of mind like this, as my husband has passed away last year, until now."
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts Witch and Wizarding School. I am here on official business to represent the Ministry of Magic in this special case."
Petunia panicked when she heard that and brought Harry near her even though she knew and Harry's warning.
"No need to panic..." Minerva comforted, but Petunia cut her and started speaking, "It is all my fault. I had a small fight with my husband..."
She started telling her how she had a problem with her husband, and it wasn't the fault of Harry.
Harry was a little irritated as she didn't follow the plan, but, still, he felt touched.
"No, it was all my fault. I don't know how that happened, but I was angry and another second that happened," Harry shouted.
Everyone went silent after Harry's shout.
Minerva broke the silence" As I was trying to explain, no one held responsible for that matter. It is common for a child to use magic if they are angry or displeased with something. Thus, the ministry forgives such crimes as they don't have sufficient control over magic yet."
She gave the duo a moment to digest what she informed them.
She added while looking at young Harry, "Besides, he is special as you know what happened in the past so the Ministry would look away for any crime as long as it isn't a major crime detested by gods and wizards alike."
Petunia sighed with relief now although she looked calm and she was laughing at Harry but inside she was terrified. She can withstand any pain or punishment, but one thing she couldn't do was separation from Harry.
Petunia dragged Harry near her and showed the duo's gratitude. And she said repeated 'Thank you'.
She smiled in response, saying it was nothing.
"please, at least let us treat you to dinner, to show our gratitude." Petunia insisted.
"don't mind if I do," she replied with a smile.
Petunia told Harry to call room service to place a new order.
After that, they sat and enjoyed the view under the moonlight.
//////
Note:
: A Night to Remember.
Harry came back around dinner time and found Petunia asleep, as she wasn't feeling well and came back early with Harry, while Harry returned for house-hunting.He didn't disturb her sleep and call reception to prepare the balcony so they can enjoy the river view in moonlight rather than inside the room.They were remarkable in their service as a few waitresses came soon and started preparing tables and chairs, as well as candles and flowers.Harry didn't know why, but he wanted to make tonight's romantic for them. He watched them prepare like they were masters of art; doing the job without any mistakes.Harry gave all the waitresses generous tips as he was in a good mood after finding a good house for Petunia and him, and ordering the best starter at the hotel.He went to the bathroom as he was sweaty from finding a house they desired after all the waitresses left.He wore a random robe after drying himself. The first time he found admiring this 5-star hotel; there were all kinds of clothes they were offering because he hadn't brought any clothes; everything burned down with home last night.He sat in the balcony and enjoyed the view of moonlight illuminating the busy city and reflection of light from the river which looked like stars in the sky.Soon his order was ready and delivered by waitresses. Harry closed the door after they had left and returned to enjoy the moment.Petunia, who slept until now, also woke up with sounds from the trolleys.Harry was pleasantly surprised and welcomed her to join him."wow, its so beautiful," she exclaims."Do you like it?" Harry asked.Petunia admired the beauty. She came near Harry and gave him a kiss on his cheek," Very much."Harry started boasting about the place when he heard praise from Petunia; putting away thoughts of his earlier actions.Harry gave her details of all the dishes and showed off as mentioning methods to improve them.This great time was a need for both of them. Petunia was trying to forget about last night and Harry about the evening.He had done things without the use of the brain; this was unlike his character.It was a peaceful moment, and they were enjoying each other's company, but it was disturbed by a knock on the door.*Knock**Knock*Harry was angry hearing that as he had especially instructed them not to disturb them.He looked at the door and shouted, "Who is this?" hardly controlling the anger building within.It was silent for a few moments before the timid answer came."Sir, someone wants to come here to meet you and she would not take no for an answer."Harry recognized the voice as one of the waitresses, and she was the youngest of all who looked at Harry with adoration.He looked at Petunia with a questioning gaze.Sure enough, she understood Harry's meaning."there shouldn't be any familiar people as we haven't told anyone yet," she continued, "ask her about the appearance, and we might get the idea of him.""Alright," he replied. As both of them assume a man; knowing in this age, not many women would come out at this time of day."tell me, how does he look and his age?" Harry shouted."s-sir, it's a woman, not a man," she replied.Both of them were shocked to hear that. Petunia looked at Harry with a sharp eye.Harry smiled awkwardly" it shouldn't be Sara. I haven't talked to her since last night." He wasn't even sure as he knew her crazy personality when things came to Harry.To divert Petunia's attention, he asked the waitress further questions."then describe her.""yes, sir. She looked like a woman in her prime age; around 28-30 years. She has fair skin and green eyes like you sir, but you have far greater and more beautiful eyes than her."Harry was speechless to her descriptions as he only wanted to know if that person was Sara or not. And he felt embarrassed hearing such praise and adoration."Also, sir," she added, "she was dressed weirdly, but her bearing was excellent and thus hotel management didn't throw her out. She seemed to come from those weird dress code parties, wearing a pointy black hat; covering her dark hair."Harry did notice her enthusiasm for reporting to him or more like talking to him even when the door was closed. Still, that didn't diminish her excitement.Harry wasn't acquainted with many females let alone weirdly like this. He was about to decline the meeting when he noticed Petunia's expression.Petunia suddenly said, "We should meet with her."She saw doubt in Harry's eye and told him before he could ask, "She might be a witch and come here to visit us due to yesternight's incident."Harry became serious after hearing that and started thinking.He considered the issue for a few seconds as to how his actions might have consequences and how to respond.Actions have reactions; this is a law of nature. He forgot this simple truth.His yesternight's actions were rash if he considers now with a calm mind, but there is no point in crying over spoiled milk.He made a decision considering everything and instructed Petunia, "If that Witch was here about magic, then insist that it was me who cast the magic last night. And no matter what, don't let her know that you are Witch now."Harry gave her serious look the same as he gave when they were together previously, so she nodded subconsciously."Alright, bring her to me," Harry shouted to the waitress while he changed his form.Petunia laughed, looking at him. After sinking to child size, rob which he was wearing looked weird on him, thus serious atmosphere turned light again.Harry adjusted his rob and walked toward the door to open it. He came back after opening the door and sat down in his previous place and started eating as if nothing was happening.Petunia watched all his actions and was surprised by his calm attitude. She was affected as well and started eating peacefully too.Soon, two women came and knocked on the door."please, come in." Petunia said.One woman left the room as it wasn't her place to stand or enter. Another woman entered the room."I hope I am not interpreting your lovely evening," she said while walking toward them.This time Harry turned and looked at her. He was surprised because she looked exactly as the waitress told him.She has fair, smooth skin. She looked like a mature woman but age, not more than 30 years. The green eyes were beautiful but true enough, not more attractive than Harry's eyes.Harry knew by looking at her clothes why the waitress used the word 'Weird' as she was wearing clothes of fashion which passed 15-20 years ago.Harry didn't know now, but he will find out later in the future that witches/wizards don't go to muggle word often thus they wear whatever they had bought last time or even the before that and resulting in them looking 'Weird'.Petunia smiled "Not at all! Please have a sit."She sat in a chair near Petunia and joined them at the table.She exclaimed."what a lovely view!"She admired the view for a moment before breaking the silence."Merlin's Beard! I lost in the moment. I didn't have peace of mind like this, as my husband has passed away last year, until now.""Let me introduce myself first. My name is Minerva McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts Witch and Wizarding School. I am here on official business to represent the Ministry of Magic in this special case."Petunia panicked when she heard that and brought Harry near her even though she knew and Harry's warning."No need to panic..." Minerva comforted, but Petunia cut her and started speaking, "It is all my fault. I had a small fight with my husband..."She started telling her how she had a problem with her husband, and it wasn't the fault of Harry.Harry was a little irritated as she didn't follow the plan, but, still, he felt touched."No, it was all my fault. I don't know how that happened, but I was angry and another second that happened," Harry shouted.Everyone went silent after Harry's shout.Minerva broke the silence" As I was trying to explain, no one held responsible for that matter. It is common for a child to use magic if they are angry or displeased with something. Thus, the ministry forgives such crimes as they don't have sufficient control over magic yet."She gave the duo a moment to digest what she informed them.She added while looking at young Harry, "Besides, he is special as you know what happened in the past so the Ministry would look away for any crime as long as it isn't a major crime detested by gods and wizards alike."Petunia sighed with relief now although she looked calm and she was laughing at Harry but inside she was terrified. She can withstand any pain or punishment, but one thing she couldn't do was separation from Harry.Petunia dragged Harry near her and showed the duo's gratitude. And she said repeated 'Thank you'.She smiled in response, saying it was nothing."please, at least let us treat you to dinner, to show our gratitude." Petunia insisted."don't mind if I do," she replied with a smile.Petunia told Harry to call room service to place a new order.After that, they sat and enjoyed the view under the moonlight.//////Note:: A Night to Remember.
