"The main protagonist in the stories is a man whose true name is 'Ged', but his everyday name is 'Sparrowhawk'," Hermione explained. "I thought it kind of fitting, especially …"
"Because of Tony," Harry finished. "You know giving me a Marauder name is kind of redundant, don't you?"
"Well, of course, I know that," Hermione huffed. "But it's something that Sirius and Remus would have expected, not to mention your father. So, I made sure that you have one, even if it never really gets used."
"Thank you, Hermione," he said sincerely before pulling her into a hug.
They'd only just let go when Jane and Henry entered.
"Don't mind us," Jane said. "we just want to catch the news headlines before dinner."
The four shifted around the room before settling on the lounge chairs, Harry reading the blurbs on the backs of his new books. It wasn't until a familiar name was said by the newsreader that Harry looked up.
"…Selvig, notable for his involvement in the alien invasion of New York, streaked nude across Stonehenge…" the newsreader was saying.
"Erik?" Harry whispered as he stared at the image of the man that he'd only met a handful of times appeared on the screen.
"Is that?" Hermione asked.
"Yep," Harry replied.
"… disrobed, and began shouting at visitors to the historic site. He was later taken into police custody for psychiatric evaluation. Police are still refusing to confirm..."
Harry shook his head. Something wasn't right with the man, but darned if he knew what it was.
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"Miss Granger? I'm surprised to see you here," Minerva commented, her eyes flicking from first Hermione, across to Harry and back again.
"A once in five-thousand-year event? How could I miss it?" Hermione replied.
"Indeed," Minerva smiled knowingly. "I am almost tempted to come along myself. Unfortunately, my duties keep me here."
"Uncle Harry!" an excited Teddy broke in, rushing up to greet them.
"Hey, Teddy," Harry replied, draping an arm over the teen's shoulder and squeezing. "Ready for an adventure?"
"You bet!" Teddy replied eagerly.
"This will not be an 'adventure', Mister Potter, merely an Astronomy excursion to observe the heavens," Minerva admonished. "To be honest, I expect the whole experience to be very sedate."
Harry shrugged. "Getting out of the castle is always an adventure, Professor."
"Hmm," Minerva frowned. "Come along, the class is meeting in the Astronomy classroom to go over last-minute details."
Upon entering the classroom, Harry took one look around and promptly had to suppress a groan. It was just as he feared: a dozen or so pureblood teenagers dressed in traditional wizarding robes. They were going to stand out a mile if something wasn't done. At least Teddy was dressed appropriately in jeans and a dark green shirt with a dragon motif on the front, even if said dragon was obviously a Hungarian Horntail.
"First thing we need to do is to get them dressed properly," Harry stated matter-of-factly. "I'm taking it none of this lot ever took Muggle Studies?"
"I do not believe so," Minerva replied as she looked around the room.
"Harry's right," Hermione said. "Wizarding robes are not appropriate for going out into the muggle world. Thankfully, a bit of transfiguration work is about all we need. Harry? If you'll take the boys?"
With a nod, Harry strode forward and to the left, while Hermione went to the right.
"Okay, boys, over here," he called, waving his arm.
After checking with both professors, the five boys moved towards him, even as the eight girls headed towards Hermione.
At his gesture, one of the boys stepped forward, however warily. Harry, though, wasn't giving him time to reconsider. A simple flick of his wrist brought his wand to hand before it was moving in an intricate pattern. Robes shimmered and changed to a pair of dark grey slacks; the Hogwarts button-down shirt was altered slightly to more reflect modern non-magical fashion. The Slytherin tie, he decided to leave alone.
"Is this really what muggles wear?" the boy asked, lifting one knee then the other to get a feel for the pants.
"It certainly is, Mister …" Harry replied.
"Greengrass, Sir. Daniel Greengrass."
Harry stopped and looked at the boy.
"Any relation to Daphne Greengrass?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. My fathers, cousin's daughter," Daniel replied.
"I went to school with Daphne," Harry explained. "We weren't friends, her being a Slytherin and me a Gryff, but we were at least cordial, especially in our seventh? Eighth? Last year of Hogwarts. She's a good woman; earnt my respect at the Battle of Hogwarts."
Daniel's eyes bugged out. "I never knew she fought in the war."
Harry smiled slightly. "Daphne didn't fight, that's not the Slytherin way. What she did do was refuse to leave before the battle. Spent hours, days really working with Madam Pomfrey, patching up anyone and everyone who was injured, on both sides of the war. Thing is, she knew that just being in the castle would have gotten her killed if Voldemort's forces had won, and yet she stayed anyway."
"Wow, I didn't know that," Daniel replied. "She's a Healer now."
"And I'd bet a damn fine one, too," Harry smiled. "Next time you see her, say 'hi' from me. Now, who's next?"
Just as Harry was finishing up, Hermione came over with a pile of clothing in her hands.
"Here you go, boys, put one of these on as well," she instructed, handing one to each of the students, including Teddy.
Harry took a good look at the jerseys and grinned – they were perfect. The front and collar was white with the Hogwarts' crest on the upper left chest. Four bands, a finger width wide, in red, blue, yellow and green encircled both biceps. The back was made of four panels – red and blue at the top, yellow and green at the bottom.
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