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Harry twitched and the man hurried on.
"They're all to help make the wards stronger. We found that when they were positioned your blood wards also strengthened and anchored much quicker. They even helped us throw up our wards faster. Instead of two weeks we only need about two days. The keystones we got straight from the goblins to, so no chance of mishap or fraud. You can ask them if you want!"
Harry narrowed his eyes at them.
"And what are you going to do about the hole in my floor." Harry hissed.
"We'll fix it right now!" He yelped pulling his wand out.
All four quickly pushed all the dirt back in overtop of the stone and spelled the wood and cement for the foundations together, then seamlessly put his floor back together. Harry gave a curt nod.
"Good."
Then he gave a pointed look to the tallest of the four. The man grinned.
"We'll be at it a few more hours then we'll return tomorrow for a few hours. Then it should be good. The keystones are a great help and surprisingly the blood wards are helping all the other wards anchor. Oh! And Kate has the parchment attached to your perimeter wards."
Harry accepted the flattened parchment from the woman and looked it over. It listed four names on it.
John Jackson
Henry Jacob
Kate Smith
William Weasely.
Harry looked up at the man sharply taking in his red hair and freckles. Yes. He was a Weasely. Harry frowned. He hadn't heard much about this Weasely, only that he was a curse breaker. The man saw him frowning.
"Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. Don't worry! I won't tell on you or anything. We all swore oaths not to give out any information on our clients when we joined and swear it ever new case. So I couldn't tell if I wanted to." He said smiling.
"I thought you were a cursebreaker." Harry said simply.
"I am. Cursebreaker is just the step beyond Warder. I was in Britain for a few days and was pulled onto this case. It pays well so I don't mind."
Harry gave a short nod and dropped his stuff on the kitchen counter and stepped back outside to do the next chore, trying to will away the anxiety at almost being caught.
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Harry hurried off the Knight bus hissing his displeasure at the fast and bumpy ride. As he got off he glanced around and found Mrs. Figg just stepping out of her house. He waved cheerfully to her and almost saw her sigh in relief. He sent her an odd frown and hurried up to the door of Privet Drive # 4. He could still see Mrs. Figg watching so he stepped in without knocking. He found the place, luckily, empty of Vernon and Dudley. Petunia though had been watching a talk show. She looked at him sharply and he face was taken over by an ugly frown.
What are you doing here?" She hissed jumping up.
"I came to talk quickly." He said back calmly.
"Talk." She said curtly.
"I'm not coming back after this." He cleared up. "But I need your help for something."
How he hated asking. But Griphook had no experience with this.
"What?" she asked sourly.
"I need your help buying a car." He said blandly, trying to keep all his emotions reigned in tightly.
He'd found a book at the beginning of summer down in Vertical Alley's bookstore on something called Occlumency. He had started the meditating step and it had helped greatly in controlling his temper. Especially since he practiced this meditating every morning and night.
"What?" She hissed. "Why would you need a car? Where would you get the money?"
She snapped her answers at him high speed.
"I got permission." He said grinding his teeth, not wanting to deal with her. "My dad left me some money and told me to get a car, to enjoy life."
Big fat lie. But he'd said it so straight faced he was proud. She narrowed his eyes at him.
"Why should I help you?" She asked.
"I'll give you fifty pounds."
"One hundred."
"Seventy-five."
"Deal. Let me grab my purse."
Soon they were pulling out of the driveway in the second car and Harry and Petunia were both smiling pleasantly at Mrs. Figg as they drove off. They smiles vanished as she was out of sight.
"Has she been asking around?" Harry asked softly, trying to be polite.
"Yes." Petunia scowled. "We told her you were out a lot at the library."
'Good thinking.' Harry thought privately.
"If they ask later tell them I'm at camp. If they check or don't believe you tell them I ran."
She snorted.
"Already planned. We aren't going to be blamed for any of this."
Harry gave a curt nod and they drove in silence until they came up to the closest car dealership. Soon they were sitting in a small office hammering out the details of paying for the car Harry wanted. The man was giving him a rundown on insurance, gas, car styles, and everything else Harry would possibly need to know. An hour later Harry was looking over a sleek silver car that had a large trunk, four seats, was automatic, and had good gas mileage. It was top of the line and very highly liked. It was perfect. Harry slapped the pounds his aunt's hand and hissed a warning to her.
"Make sure you answer the questions any wizard asks you pleasantly. That should alleviate most suspicion."
She made a sour face then eyed him.
"Goodbye." She said curtly, turning on her heels and striding away.
"Goodbye." Harry replied softer then before, eyes downcast.
Oh, he hated the Durselys, that was true. But there was something about goodbyes he both hated and loved. He smiled and slid into the driver seat of his car.
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Harry dragged the bags from the trunk of his car and hauled them inside where he found the four wizards panting from their seats on the floor.
"Hey." Bill said tiredly, absently waving at him. "Wards are done."
"Perfect." Harry smirked. "Now you can help me carry my groceries and supplies in."
There were groans. Harry gave an innocent pout.
"You wouldn't make me carry them all by myself." He said pitifully.
The four dragged themselves up looking sheepish.
"Of course not." Kate said softly, smiling kindly at him. "Come on guy we can help him out."
Harry smirked at their backs. Oh, he was enjoying bonding with his Slytherin side.
He followed the group out and helped them unload. His whole back seat, front passenger seat, and trunk were full of bags.
"What did you buy?" The shorter man, John, asked, staring at the bags.
"Some food, but mostly appliances. You know, utensils, pots, pans, plates, bowls, cups, containers, bathroom supplies, and stuff. I didn't want to get everything before I had picked my decorating themes for each room, but I got some stuff." Harry admitted smiling.
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