Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

He took a look at the clock on the wall above the dinette and said, "Dang it! We've been at this all day. I say it's time to give it up for the day and come back to it at another time."

"Me, too," sighed Hermione. "It's all very interesting, but... Well, there's just so much of something you can learn or study about in one hit before it switches from being interesting to becoming annoying or boring."

"Right," he decided. "Time to pack it up."

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Dobby suddenly popped by Harry's side holding Harry's communication mirror. It was buzzing.

Reaching for it, Harry said, "Thank you, Dobby."

The elf gave a nod and popped away again.

"Padfoot."

When the image faded in to Sirius's face, Harry was about to say something when Sirius spoke first. "I've just received an owl from Moony."

"He finally decided to contact you, did he?" he asked.

"Uh-huh," replied Sirius. "He's sent it from Italy, of all places. He's letting me know he's on his way back."

"He's in Italy?" he frowned.

"That's where he says he was," shrugged his godfather. "Obviously, he found work there."

"Does he also explain why he's not bothered to contact one of us before now?" he asked.

"He was in the muggle world," replied Sirius. "He only re-entered the wizarding world there for the night of the full moon.

"Recovering from that he managed to pick up a copy of L'Annunciatore, magical Italy's wizarding newspaper. That's when he found out about all the happenings going on over here since that day.

"He sent an owl that same afternoon and it's taken two days to get here. In it he states he was immediately making his best time to get back to wizarding Britain."

"Uh-huh," he muttered.

Sirius frowned and said, "You don't seem too happy to hear that, pup."

Harry shrugged and replied, "When he finally turns up and you go to meet him, ask him why he never told me anything about my place in the world or anything more than things like... 'You have your father's sense of humour', 'Your mother was pretty good at potions', 'You have your mother's eyes', things like that. He never once said things like, 'You are the Heir Apparent of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Potter', 'You don't need to live with the Dursleys because you own quite a few of your own homes', or how about, 'You don't need to accept the way Professor Snape treats you because the man owes you a frigging life debt'. You know, those sort of things."

"He never told you anything?" asked a very shocked godfather.

"Nothing of importance, no," he replied. "That's why I haven't cared the man hasn't contacted either one of us before now. It was clear to me, almost right from the start once I figured out who he was sometime within the first couple of months of third year, Dumbledore told him to keep me in the dark about my heritage and that's exactly what he did.

"I have no problem with you renewing a relationship with him, Sirius. Just don't expect me to. He's your friend; he's definitely not mine."

"Yeah," mused Sirius. "I can see that. I guess him and I have a lot of talking to do. If he doesn't have an excuse beyond 'Dumbledore told me not to', then we're through, too."

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After the two had managed to get everything packed up and Harry asked Dobby to move the lot up to sit on the floor next to his desk, Harry cleaned the dinette table of teacup rings and other manifestations showing the surface had recently seen some hard use. He felt he should do it because Dobby had already made them lunch when he wanted to do it. As far as he was concerned, if the elf didn't want him cleaning, then the elf should let him cook when he wanted to.

Once cleaned he placed the cleaner and cloth on the counter and decided to take another walk in the garden before making a start on dinner. Unknown to him, Dobby went ahead and cleaned the dinette table top clean again, anyway; and polished it.

Harry'd already thought about what to cook for dinner and decided on cooking a pork-based Chinese dish for that night and probably a traditional fish dish the next, Friday.

While Hogwarts had plenty of good and nutritious food with plenty of choices when one sat down to a meal, with the exception of the sort of dishes that had been added because of the two visiting schools, the selections were entirely 'English' in nature. They didn't even include traditional Scottish or Irish dishes.

Though he'd not cooked Chinese before, he'd read plenty of books on it. He once tried to prepare a French dish for the Dursleys and received a beating for it.

"We don't eat Froggy food!" he was told. "You wasted all that good food turning it into muck!"

So he restricted himself to preparing food that had all the appearance of plain English fare, but he'd greatly improved on the standards by the use of cooking techniques, herbs and subtle spices.

Here, though, he knew he could cook what he wanted so long as he was very sparing on the sugar. And never used processed sugar. 'Sweeteners' weren't allowed either. "Harry, saccharin has been found to produce cancer in rats. If you're going to use a sweetener, use raw sugar or sweet fruits."

Looking through the cookbooks Monica had on a high shelf above the microwave 'nook', he found what he was looking for.

A quick shopping list jotted down on a handy notepad with string-attached pen and he went in search of the aurors. He needed to take a trip to the shops.

Besides, it gave him the excuse to restock the Grangers' pantry, fridge and freezer. He felt, he'd been eating enough for almost three since he started on his potions; and that didn't include all the guests, such as Sirius and the Tonkses, that had been dropping by for dinner or other meals over the past near-week. As a result, he believed it was his job and responsibility to replace all the food.

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