If that was the case then that person within the WAS was the unintentional culprit. If, however, it was someone else, then he needed to track down who that person was to begin legal proceedings. He'd be doing that the next day.
Either way, Harry still owned the Cottage and could do with it what he liked; even if the wizarding public-at-large got all up with their wands about it later.
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After dinner Monica took Harry aside and said, "You may not have realised this, but Wendell and I drove past you and Hermione while you were standing on the path down the road and kissing."
Harry immediately blushed and said, "We were... relaxing from a stressful day at the Ministry. We decided not to tackle more of the books of the House of Potter and go for a leisurely walk, instead."
"Oh, I'm not saying it was wrong for you to kiss," she clarified. "I just thought I could tease you a little about it."
Still blushing, but with his blush receding, Harry gave a snort of amusement.
Monica seemed to think about what to say. Then said, "How far have you and Hermione taken your relationship?"
"W-what?" he squeaked.
"I asked, how far have you and Hermione taken your relationship," she replied.
"I-I-I... ummm... just kissing?" he stammered out.
She gave a nod and asked, "Haven't tried to touch each other more than that?"
"N-no?!" he exclaimed. "I-I... wouldn't!"
"Why not?" she pressed. "You're both teenagers in your mid teens. I would have thought you would."
"N-no," he stammered. "I wouldn't! I-I... don't... ummm... No, I wouldn't. Besides, H-Hermione would have to... ummm... I just wouldn't do that! It wouldn't be right!"
Monica gave a nod and said, "Fair enough, Harry. I'm a mother and I just wanted to make sure you weren't trying to press her to go beyond what she was willing to do, or anything."
"Never!" he firmly declared. Still blushing, he had to turn away and find something... anything... to do with his hands. "I need to make the cream," he mumbled.
"Very well," she said. "And... Harry? I'm her mother. Even though I know Wendell and I can trust you to take care of her, we still fret; we're allowed."
Harry just nodded, still looking away as he pulled out a bowl and hand beater. She walked out a moment later.
'Wow!' he thought. 'That was uncomfortable.'
Monica, however, had been using a little white lie to dig information out of Harry. She caught his little 'almost' slips in what he was going to say and knew what it meant. What she got was what she expected and she now knew she needed to talk to Sirius. As Hermione thought, Harry clearly didn't really have a clue when it came to women and it was Sirius's job as godfather to rectify that.
However, there was no chance she was going to tell her husband she was going to tell his teenage daughter's boyfriend's godfather he needs to give his godson 'The Talk'.
Wendell was a good man, he was a good father and he was very good at his job as a health professional. However, she did not want to see what would happen when his professional ethics to ensure good health, including sexual health, came into conflict with his instinctive nature to be a protective father to a teenaged daughter.
'It's best he not know,' she firmly thought.
Before she went to bed that night, Monica sent a message off via Hedwig to Sirius with a request he stop by the next evening to talk to her about something important.
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After an early night and a great night's sleep, Harry rose to be the first up - except Dobby - by just over half an hour. And he only got up when he did because his stomach was behaving as if his throat had been cut. He was 'starving' hungry. He even had his 'first' breakfast before the Granger adults joined him.
As he was building his second plate for the morning, they joined him, together. Usually, Monica beat her husband down by about fifteen minutes. She'd have the first shower then come down to get the tea and breakfast started. He'd jump in after she got out and had his own. Hence, the fifteen minutes.
However, they were now starting to get used to having breakfast ready and waiting for them. So, occasionally, they came together.
After morning greetings Monica asked, "How long have you been up?"
"About half an hour," he replied. "And, no, I didn't set an alarm, or anything. My stomach woke me up and demanded attention."
They both grinned back.
"How much longer to go?" asked Wendell.
"Not sure," he shrugged. "But, I really want it to be over with well before Christmas Day. This is... irritating."
Even though it was an 8.00am start for the Grangers, Hermione came down and joined them for the last twenty minutes her parents had remaining before they had to leave for the day. It was still after the delivery of the Daily Prophets, though.
Harry was reading his copy without Hermione while Wendell was sharing his with Monica.
They were discussing the articles related to the previous day - Sirius's trial being aborted, 'The Regent' Longbottom's behaviour between the trial and the start of the General Meeting, then the opening of the Wizengamot meeting, Regent Longbottom's immediate 'poor' behaviour when Harry stepped forward to take his Seat, the shocking revelation Lord and Lady Longbottom were now both awake and looking quite well and the very public berating of the now ex-Regent of Longbottom for her behaviour towards a named partner member of the Potter-Longbottom Alliance.
Of course, noticing Harry wasn't reading the newspaper, Hermione immediately snagged his copy so she could read it, herself.
As they were rising, Monica turned to her husband and sighed, "One more day after this, sweetheart."
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