I Might be a Fake Wizard

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Much to Harry's chagrin, he needed not to only sign documents but also to meet many people—his business partners. The five families whose vaults and businesses he had taken over were wealthy. They had many assets and business partners. Harry had to meet them for formality's sake. It was not the summer holiday he had been waiting for.

The entire ordeal became more bearable when Fleur came to England. She had graduated from Beauxbatons and was planning to apply for a job as a Curse-Breaker at Gringotts. Harry was more than willing to smoothen the process. He brought her to Gringotts and put in a good word for her, much to her embarrassment. She was immediately put on training.

The whole business took Harry ten days to finish. It would have taken longer if Lily hadn't acted as his secretary. The witch was very talented at managing affairs. Harry even asked for her hand in marriage, bedazzled by her capability. Lily only hit his head, asking him to propose to her again after graduation.

"Now that everything is done, should we go on a vacation?" Harry said with a smile, comfortably lying his head on Lily's lap at their home at Grimmauld Place.

"Not everything is done, per se. That Greengrass girl has been sending letters to you and you haven't opened them," Bella retorted, joining Harry on Lily's lap.

"Hey, this lap belongs to me!" Harry growled playfully.

"Heh. Sucks to be you," Bella snorted, stifling a laugh. "On a serious note, what will you do about her?"

Harry turned his face upward, setting his eyes on Lily's pair of succulent mounds. He hummed before shrugging nonchalantly, too distracted to think about Daphne's situation.

"I don't have to do anything, do I? Her father is now rid of his feud opponent. He no longer needs to worry about his daughters' safety and can take them back. Daphne probably sent me letters to thank me."

"Have you opened them?"

"No, why?"

"Don't tell me you don't know about it."

"About what?"

Bella sighed and explained to Harry that House Malfoy's Blood Feud with the House Greengrass was transferred to House Peverell. He needed to decide whether he should proceed with the feud or end it.

"Ah, so that is why I can't claim the Malfoy's vault." Harry turned to face the woman sitting on the sofa across from them. "What do you think we should do to the Greengrass, Narcissa? The feud was something your ex-husband started."

Narcissa calmly put down her teacup and stared at Harry neutrally. "House Greengrass has never done anything to harm us. We should forego the feud."

"Lovely. Let's meet with the Greengrass."

Harry stood up and went to his room, leaving the three women in the living room. Bell sat up and poured herself and Lily tea. The two looked at the stoic Narcissa, waiting for her to speak. They decided to speak first when Narcissa didn't show any sign of talking.

"How is Draco doing?" Lily asked, thinking briefly about her sulking son.

"He is well over the entire business but still angry. He needs time to accept his situation," Narcissa said stoically.

"Is he still having nightmares?" Bella asked offhandedly. "Ah, do you wonder how I know? Kreacher told me. The pansy young heir is screaming in his sleep again, he said."

"You seem to know about it already. Why bother asking?" Narcissa said coldly.

"Why? To get a rise out of you, of course! You, Andromeda, and I used to be able to hold a jolly conversation between us. Everything changed when you married your husbands," Bella grumbled. "I just want to tell you that I am not your enemy and so is Harry. You have to thank him for saving you from a fate worse than death."

"…"

Narcissa remained quiet for a few seconds. Her stoic facade eventually cracked, revealing a hint of weariness. Narcissa perfectly understood her household situation. She honestly didn't hate Harry for what he had done. However, that didn't mean she necessarily liked it. Thanks to him killing Lucius, Draco didn't have anything to inherit anymore. The brief love she shared with Lucius had withered. She didn't mind Lucius' death, but Draco's well-being was non-negotiable.

"Having a son yourself, you should know how I feel, Lady Potter."

"Ah, I am no longer Lady Potter, you see. That will be my Charlus' wife in the future." Lily's answer made Narcissa quirk an eyebrow inquiringly, but Lily waved her off. "Also, your son is being a dickhead. Harry had given him the choice not to participate, but he did. He was lucky that Harry made a promise with you."

Narcissa wanted to protest, but Harry rejoined them in the living room.

"All right, Cissy. It's time to go to Greengrass Manor."

"…"

"Why are you looking at me like that? Bella says you love that nickname."

As Narcissa scowled, Bella chortled in mirth. Lily sighed at the compatibility of the two. They were cold and aloof most of the time but always became idiots whenever they were together. Well, at least, it was amusing watching them annoy people.

"Why do I have to go with you?" Narcissa asked professionally.

"Because I said so, my dear. Now, get your arse off the sofa!" Harry answered blandly.

Narcissa schooled her features and stood up. She followed Harry outside and sat behind him on the broom.

"You are wearing a dress and I don't think you will like my flying skills, so I suggest you sit in the front," Harry said with a hint of amusement as he looked at Narcissa.

Narcissa got down from the broom and sat sideways on the front, her legs resting on one of Harry's legs. Harry told her to hold on to him and she complied with a quiet growl. With her arms around Harry's neck, they flew to Greengrass Manor. Narcissa found out Harry had never meant to tease her. His terrific flying skill was not something she enjoyed.

Narcissa spent a good minute tightly embracing Harry when they were back on land. When she regained her composure, she avoided Harry's eyes that weren't even looking at her. As soon as they walked to the front door, it opened and a muscular man as tall as Harry greeted them with a polite smile. He invited them in and brought them to the living room.

Upon entering the living room, Harry saw two familiar faces. One was a beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed young woman and the other was a black-haired, blue-eyed girl. Harry knew Daphne and it was his first time seeing Astoria. He thought the cold look Astoria was sporting made her look cute instead of intimidating.

"I hope my visit didn't surprise you, Lord Greengrass," Harry remarked as he sat down.

"Oh, it sure is, Lord Peverell. I didn't expect you to come as soon as your letter arrived," Gawain replied good-naturedly. "I guess you come here to discuss the Blood Feud?"

Harry glanced at Daphne for a moment, meeting her anxious gaze. "While I don't mind gaining more riches, I want to enjoy my holiday. So let's settle this affair quickly."

"Of course, Lord Peverell," Gawain agreed solemnly. "Since you are the one to eliminate Lucius in my feud with him, I have to offer you something to end the feud. How much do you want?"

Harry waved his hand dismissively. "Have you taken your daughter back into the family?" Gawain shook his head to answer. "Then do that as an offering."

"Is that all you need, Lord Peverell?" Gawain looked at him hesitantly.

"Your lovely daughter was my first…and only friend. Ah, don't judge me for that. I am not a very sociable person." Daphne snorted, briefly making Gawain worry until Harry chuckled. "I have got something more precious from the Greengrass. I don't think I will get anything better."

"Thank you for your kindness, Lord Peverell. House Greengrass will forever be loyal to you and your house. I swear on my Magic!" Gawain exclaimed euphorically.

Harry acknowledged the gratitude and gestured for Gawain to proceed. Gawain retook his daughters into the family with Magic and then signed some documents from the Ministry. He asked his House-elf to deliver the documents to the Ministry. They waited for the documents to be processed and talked mundanely. Not long after, the Magic binding them disappeared.

Harry stood up and shook Gawain's hand. "It has been a pleasure talking to you, Lord Greengrass."

"The sentiment is shared. And please call me Gawain," Gawain said with a jolly smile, which was rare to see on his usually stoic face.

"Call me Harry too then, Sir Gawain."

"Of course, Lord Harry."

Harry chuckled inwardly before turning to Daphne. "See you at school…or whenever you want to hang out."

"Thank you, Harry. I owe you a lot," Daphne bowed sincerely.

"Oh, I feel like I will be rewarded," Harry wiggled his eyebrow.

Daphne sputtered with a red face and Harry laughed joyously at her reaction. The family sent him and Narcissa off. They rode the broom and shot to the sky. This time, Harry rode it slowly.

"You have been silent the entire time. Are you wondering why Gawain didn't regard you, Narcissa?"

"When did you cast a Disillusionment Charm on me?"

"When you couldn't get enough of my embrace," Harry chuckled.

"Why?" Narcissa muttered.

"The mood, the expressions, the bond, the joy, and everything. I want you to experience what is and what might have been. Your distasteful ex-husband declared Blood Feud against the Greengrass because they didn't want to help him in his vain endeavour. Can you imagine what would happen to the happy family if Lucius had succeeded?"

"…that shouldn't be my concern."

"Exactly."

Narcissa flinched as Harry's eyes landed on her. His point struck her across the face. Narcissa shivered as Harry's mischievous gaze landed on her. When he leaned down, she thought her heart might explode.

"Get off your high horse, Narcissa. Stop acting like a wench who thinks I owe you something," Harry whispered dangerously.

The sneer that Harry showed her frightened and much to her mortification, aroused her greatly.