Chapter 49

"Speaking of the Daily Prophet," Harry interrupted as he took a look at the paper. "Would you mind if I see the front page of yours?"

Mister Davis looked at him, then shrugged as he handed the young Potter heir the front page of his newspaper.

"Sure."

"Thank you."

"Why are you reading the newspaper when you could be talking to us?" asked Tracey as she wrinkled her nose at the newspaper like it had something foul smelling on it.

"Because of this," Harry pointed to the front page headline titled 'Movement for Muggleborn Rights Headed by Arthur Weasley', which spoke of the patriarch of the Weasley Clan trying to push a law that granted muggleborns more rights in wizarding society. According to the Daily Prophet, this law was being blocked by a number of old pureblood factions that were being headed by Lucius Malfoy who did not want muggleborns to gain a foothold in wizarding society and taint it with their 'muggle-like ideas'.

"Of course that's what got your attention," Tracey sighed. "You and your politics."

"I heard you had taken an interest in politics," Mister Davis looked at him with interest.

"Not so much an interest as I'm trying to stay abreast of current affairs and meet the big movers of the wizarding world," Harry amended. "As the heir to an Ancient and Most Noble house, as well as the last member of one of the Founding Five, I need to make sure that when I do enter the political arena, I am well connected and ready to face whatever challenges come my way."

That was why he was trying to make allies so early after entering the wizarding world. Right now, Harry Potter was big news. By meeting with people just after entering, he was using the momentum given to him by the hype he had from being the Boy-Who-Lived to his advantage. That was the heir to a powerful family was just the clincher.

"Makes sense," Mister Davis admitted. "I've never been too interested in politics myself, but I know that you would need to know that crap for when you get your house seat on the Wizengamot."

"Language dear," Misses Davis said with a pleasant voice as she set a plate with a turkey sandwich on it in front of Harry. Mister Davis winced when she patted him on the arm and sat down.

"Man, dad," Tracey shook her head in feigned disappointment. "Mum's got you whipped."

"I am not whipped," Tracey's dad exclaimed. The way he looked at his wife out of the corner of his eye did not help his case. "And you shouldn't speak to your father like that."

"Whatever," Tracey said in a dismissive fashion, waving her hand in the air. Mister Davis looked like he was ten seconds away from pouting, which caused Misses Davis to chuckle and give him a kiss on the cheek, which in turn caused Tracey to grin. "See? Whipped."

As she made a lashing motion with her hand and 'whipping' sounds with her mouth, Lisa and Misses Davis giggled while Mister Davis finally did begin pouting.

"I had hoped you would not get your mother's mouth," he said sullenly. "It seems my hopes were crushed."

"What was that dear?"

"N-Nothing."

Harry shook his head as he watched the husband and wife interact. Were all men he knew like this? Completely submissive to the whims of their wife? Harry vowed to never let himself be in a relationship with such a controlling woman when he got married.

"Harry!?"

Turning his head, Harry saw Hermione rushing over to their table, her parents following behind her as she ran while trying not to spill her ice cream. There was a bright smile on her face as she stopped in front of their table.

A smile which turned into a frown as she looked at him. For a moment, Harry thought their was something wrong when her eyes roamed up and down his body. He hadn't gotten any crumbs on his clothes, had he? What if there was olive oil and dressing ssmeared all over his face? That would just be embarrassing.

Those thoughts were dashed as the next question came out of her mouth.

"Harry, why are you wearing a muggle business suit?"

As Lisa began to giggle, parents began to snicker, and Tracey started guffawing loudly enough to draw attention to their table from witche and wizards walking along the street, a red faced Harry vowed to never wear a business suit unless he absolutely had to ever again.

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Following his lunch with Hermione, Lisa, Tracey and her parents, Harry found himself in a meeting with Andromeda Tonks. After learning that someone may or may not be blocking his mail, he had decided it would be prudent to inform his barrister of this, if for no other reason than because he had told his friends to forward their letters to him to her address.

"I swear, Harry, you are one of my most trouble prone clients," despite her words, Andromeda sounded more amused than angry or exasperated. "Wanting to sue a large number of companies, picking fights with Lucius Malfoy at the Ministry Ball and now this."

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