"I know," said Harry. "He's working for the Lily Evans Memorial Scholarship Fund." "He's the Bursar," said Sirius.
"That means he runs the fund," said Harry, not expecting Sirius to understand the muggle term.
"You set it up for him," said Sirius, not even asking.
"Did not!" denied Harry. "Did too!" disagreed Sirius.
"Did not!" said Harry.
"Did too!" said Sirius.
"Did not!" said Harry.
"Did too!" said Sirius.
"Stop it, you two," interrupted Hermione. Both just grinned at each other.
Arriving directly at the public Floo point at Saint Mungo's the four made their way directly to the fourth floor and to a private ward just the other side of the Janus Thickey ward.
Sirius gave a nod to the lone auror on guard outside the door and led the three Potters inside.
Walking in, Harry saw Frank and Alice, of course; but also present were Augusta Longbottom and Neville, Amelia Bones and two other adults Harry hadn't seen before, but looked a lot like those born as Longbottoms.
Both beds were close together. And Harry could see from the marks on the floor that they were often pushed together and pulled apart. A large window was letting in the morning light that was showing a dazzling display of colours from the various vased flowers throughout the room. Neville was carefully going through the various vases muttering to himself.
As soon as he saw it was Harry, Daphne and Hermione who walked in behind Sirius, his face lit up both in happy surprise and, it looked like, relief.
"Harry, Daphne, Hermione!" he exclaimed, turning away from the vase of flowers he was looking through. He quickly crossed the room to be with them.
Surprising him, Hermione reached out and embraced him in a hug. Daphne gave a little snicker from the look of trepidation he wore while hugging back and looking at Harry, and stepped in for her own hug. That helped the other boy relax.
Harry stepped forward and said, "Don't expect me to hug you." He stuck his hand out to shake and, as Neville almost solemnly shook it, said, "Expect a hearty handshake and..." slapping Neville on the arm, "... an even heartier 'attaboy!'. So, attaboy!" That earned him a grin in return and smiles from everyone else.
A raspy male voice from the beds said, "Yep. That's James's son, alright."
"Harry?" asked a tentative female adult voice almost as raspy as the male voice.
Harry turned to look back at the Longbottom parents, smiled and replied, "Yes, Ma'am. Harry James Potter, at your service... godmother."
With a smile Alice held out her hand and said, "Come here, Harry. Let me get a good look at you."
Harry walked over to Alice's side of the two beds and held his own hand out to the woman. She grasped it in her own and pulled him a little closer. "Yes," she softly said, peering at his face and letting her eyes drift over his features. "The Potter mop for hair. Lily's eyes, colour and shape. Your paternal grandfather's jaw. But you're rather undersized for a Potter. Potter's are usually a little on the larger side than the norm."
Instead of explaining why, Harry just smiled back. "It's good to see you, godmother."
"Now," she said, still holding his hand. "I've been told you have found yourself in a three-way soul bond." Turning to look at Hermione and Daphne, she asked, "I take it these two lovely young ladies are them?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, also looking at them.
Letting go of Harry's hand she beckoned to them both. "Well, come over here and let me get a look at you."
Harry stepped back as his two wives came forward.
Reaching out with both her hands, Alice grasped one each of Daphne and Hermione. Peering at Daphne she said, "You'd be Daphne. I can see the Greengrass and Pinegrew bloodlines in you." And, turning to Hermione, asked, "And you'd be... Harmony?"
"Hermione," Hermione softly corrected.
"My apologies," replied Alice.
"It's a common mistake," said Hermione, softly shaking her head. "I'm not offended."
"Thank you," said Alice. "He takes care of you?" she asked, looking to them both.
"He does," said Daphne with a small smile. "He's very good to us."
"Let me know if he ever needs setting straight," Alice said quite firmly.
Both girls nodded.
As the ladies were talking, Harry moved out of the way and beckoned Mesdames Bones and Longbottom and Sirius over to the side.
When they joined him, he quietly said, "Something about all this has been bothering since I learned the news Frank and Alice were back with us."
Frowning, Madam Longbottom warily asked, "What do you mean, young man?" Ignoring the unspoken put-down in the older witch's voice and words, he replied, "It's the timing of it all."
That got their attention.
Turning to Madam Bones, he asked, "Who, among your aurors, did the Minister use to investigate, as he claims?"
"No one that I know of," replied Madam Bones. "I've been asking that same question. None of my aurors have admitted to being involved until the day we came to arrest Healer... the healer."
"That's what I thought you'd say," he said.
"Why?" she asked.
Gathering his thoughts, Harry said, "What I'm going to say is going to make me sound like a conspiracy theory nutter. But, please, hear me out."
He received a nod from Madam Bones and Sirius but Madam Longbottom just frowned at him.
"A little over a week ago, Daphne wrote to Madam Longbottom asking her to investigate why I've still not heard anything about that Order of Merlin Chief Investigator Fitzwilliam practically ordered the Minister to award me for slaying the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets.
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