In the end it was Pepper of all people who put a stop to it.
She'd breezed into Bruce's lab and before anyone knew it or understood how, she'd whisked Jennifer off. The next time that Jennifer was seen, she was wearing clothes that actually fit her – a deep purple tracksuit, the jacket unzipped revealing a white shirt underneath. Pepper had commented that it was all that she was able to whip up at short notice – not that anyone asked where she got them from – and stated that they'd go shopping in the next couple of days for a full wardrobe.
Even though Bruce's tests had been put on hold for the remainder of the day, that didn't seem to stop him from hovering protectively around her. Not that Harry could blame the man – he knew what it was like to blame yourself for other people's suffering.
In the end, Harry'd escaped and come home, not even bothering to check in downstairs in the Den.
"Hey, you're home," Doreen's voice came from in front of him and Harry opened a single eye to peer at her. "This came for you earlier. By owl! I didn't think it was going to let me take it at first until I explained that you weren't home and that I didn't know when you would be back."
By the time that she'd finished, Harry'd opened his other eye and leant forward to take the envelope that she was holding out to him.
"Thanks," Harry replied, taking the envelope and instantly feeling that it was made from parchment.
Turning it over, Harry broke the seal and pulled out the parchment.
"Only two sheets," he mused, then, as he opened it and recognised the handwriting, he broke into a broad grin.
Eagerly, Harry devoured the cherished letter.
Uncle Harry,
Hi! How are you? I'm well and hope you are, too.
Things here are good but busy. The Professors are really working us hard at the moment. Not that we'd expect any different, seeing as exams are not that far away, but it'd be nice if they didn't push so hard. Ebony had to go to the hospital wing the other day with how stressed she was. Madam Pomfrey fixed her right up though with a calming draught.
Ravenclaw beat Hufflepuff in our last match of the season two hundred ten to eighty. It was a brilliant win. If Gryffindor lose their last match, we're a shoe-in for the Cup! How cool is that? Especially after the abysmal year we had last year.
I'm really hanging out to come visit. Six weeks! That's not that long now. Just these last few weeks of classes, exams, a train ride and then holidays. Gran wants me to go muggle-style on a plane but I'm arguing for a portkey (that way I get more time in New York with you). Guess we'll just have to see. But I'm sure that if you put in a word (hint hint) I'd be there that much sooner.
There's been a huge lot of interest in you and the Avengers here since you left. Everyone's been asking me about you all. I've got a whole bunch of people who want photos, even if they don't move. I've told them that I'll see, I'm not promising anything – don't want to wear out my welcome before I even get there.
Don't know if you heard, but all of those idiots that you guys caught after they took the kids hostage got sent to Azkaban. Malfoy was apparently livid that he didn't get a new magical hand but I say that he got what he deserved, especially after what you and Gran and Aunt Hermione said he was like in the last war.
I think that he wanted to sue you or challenge you to a duel or something. I'm not sure what, only that Gran had to slap him down in the Wizengamot as your proxy and he was the one who ended up paying you money for defaming your name or something. At least, that's what I think happened, Gran won't give me all the details and the piece in the Prophet was hard to understand. If you don't know already, guess you'll just have to ask Gran. And then you can tell me.
Anyway, I better get back to studying, want to show you that report card with all O's or EE's when I get there and I need to put in some serious study for that to happen, especially in History of Magic.
Can't wait to see you.
Love,
Teddy.
Harry refolded the letter and tapped his lips with it. He'd noticed a substantial deposit in his last statement from the goblins. Guess he knew why now. Perhaps one of these days he really should sit down and read the missives and reports that Andi sent him.
That day, though, was not today. He was simply too tired for that. Although he thought that he might have just enough energy to write Teddy back before he went to bed.
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