It was an odd moment for Harry Potter to find the twin Weasley brothers looking rather… sad, rather than their normal excited mischievous selves.
"And what has you two so down?"
George glanced up, before shrugging lightly. "We were just hoping one of us could make it into the tournament. Considering what happened earlier in the school year and all."
"Which was…"
This time it was Fred who answered, "Asked our parents to consider investing in a dream we've had for a few years now, but neither took us seriously. Mum wants us to get good reputable jobs like Percy or Bill and Dad… well he just follows whatever she says anyway. We even wrote our older brothers but Percy shot us down immediately, while Charlie and Bill don't have the funds on hand."
"Oh? And what is this dream you are so depressed about?"
The two glanced at each other, "We are trying to start up a joke shop."
"In Diagon Alley."
"Sell all sorts of prank materials."
"Create some mischief."
"Cater to the youth to follow."
"Spread some joy."
"Make some laughs."
"And a few coins along the side."
Harry blinked, but nodded thoughtfully. "And I suppose the thousand Galleons would have helped with this?"
"Helped?"
"More like been more than we needed."
"Not by much mind you."
"But enough."
"Get our location."
"Pay rent for a few months."
"Buy the supplies."
"Do some advertising."
The boy-who-lived nodded, before pulling out a piece of parchment and scribbling a few notes on it, much to the two older boys' confusion. He promptly handed it over a second later, a draft note for Gringotts.
"Fifteen-hundred Galleons. If a thousand is enough then this should help just a bit more. Don't worry about paying me back now, I figure a decade should be enough time."
"B-but… why?"
"Because unlike the adults I see the potential in you two. Potential for something greater than just pranksters, and I wish to encourage this and watch it grow."
...
"Excuse me Mr. Potter, a minute of your time please. Rita Skeeter for the Daily Prophet."
Glancing backwards Harry frowned inwardly before giving a slight nod, "Yes?"
"What are your thoughts on the selection of Champions?"
Giving a slight shrug the boy replied, "The only ones I have had any contact with are Cedric Diggory and Fleur Delacour. I have not spoken to him due to our age difference, although I heard he is a good Seeker, and I have only spoke with miss Delacour for a few minutes, but…"
The Quick-Quill flowed across the parchment as the woman nodded her empty head. "Yes yes of course Quidditch and all that. So, what of the others? How do you feel about the fact that a non-human is participating?"
"A what?"
"Non-human, Fleur Delacour is…"
"Veela, I am aware."
"And the fact that she was chosen over good Purebloods? Doesn't that upset you at all?"
"Considering I myself am a Half-Blood? No."
"Well at least your father was a good Pureblood, it really is a shame that…" the woman froze at the darkening in the boy's eyes, before promptly excusing herself.
...
Harry looked up from his essay to see Ginny Weasley slowly enter his room, her eyes trained on him. "Hello Ginny, is there something I can…"
"You know I heard the most interesting thing today." she huskily whispered, earning a mental sigh from the boy. Apparently, he wasn't going to be finishing his homework right now after all.
"Oh?"
"Mhmmm, it seems as though someone has taken an interest in my brothers and provided them with funding on their dream business."
"Ah yes, the store at Diagon Alley, quite a novel idea I must say."
She had finally reached him, before dropping down to her knees, "I really must express my gratitude for everything this individual has done for me and my family…"
Amongst the very pleasurable thoughts that promptly began overriding his mind Harry made a mental note to work on his ability to enjoy such sensations and continue working at the same time.
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