The Prodigal Son Returns

Fred and George shook their heads in unison, as though the world had tilted on its axis. "Our Percy…with a girlfriend?"

Even Hermione's jaw dropped slightly. "Percy? A girlfriend?" she repeated, unable to believe that it was possible for Percy to think about girlfriends, much less have one.

Ron leaned back with a smug grin. "Yep, her name's Penelope Clearwater. Percy wanted to spend some extra time with her before heading home. Guess he's not as straight-laced as we thought, huh?"

Fred's eyes gleamed. "Oh, this just keeps getting better! Percy, dating in secret..."

"Now that is newsworthy!" George added with an evil look on his face.

Harry held up his hand, chuckling, "Not so fast, you two. I'm putting a firm ban on any pranks or 'surprises' for Percy and Penelope—for now, at least." He gave them a knowing look. "Since he won't see her again until next term, let him have his moment."

The twins looked thoroughly disappointed, pouting theatrically. "But—"

Harry's smirk widened. "I said 'for now.' I never said anything about what happens when we're back at The Burrow."

The twins' disappointment evaporated, replaced with identical wicked grins. Fred leaned forward, gleeful. "Oh, we like the way you think, Harry."

George laughed. "We'll be sure to make his homecoming… memorable."

As the last sight of the station disappeared from view, Harry stretched and turned to Hermione, "Ready Hermione?"

She nodded, straightening up. Harry reached over, took her hand and they both disappeared without a sound. They reappeared moments later in the cozy drawing room of her house. Harry reached into his pouch, took out her trunk, and set it down gently. "Alright, I'll be back in a couple of days with Sirius. We'll get you fireplace connected to the Floo network, so you can keep in touch more easily."

Hermione beamed. "Thanks, Harry. I'll see you soon!"

With a final nod, Harry Disapparated back to the train. He appeared in the compartment just as Ron and the twins were getting ready. Without a word, Ron and the twins each grabbed onto Harry's arm, and in an instant, they vanished from the compartment and reappeared in front of The Burrow.

"Ah, finally back home," Ron sighed happily. The twins nodded as the the group made it's way towards the door. Halfway to the door, Ron turned to ask Harry something, only to stop mid-sentence.

"Harry?" he called, looking around, confused. 

The twins exchanged glances, then shrugged. "Guess he was just as eager to get home," Fred said chuckling.

"Yeah, probably Apparated back right after getting us here." George agreed with a grin. The three of them continued towards the Burrow, but contrary to their thinking Harry had not headed back home.

In fact, harry had Apparated straight back to Hogsmeade. He realized he'd completely forgotten his usual ritual: picking up sweets for Abby, Ginny and Petunia. It had become quite a tradition of his to bring back sweets whenever he came back from Hogwarts, which was almost once or twice a week, although for the last part of the term he had not headed home—after the Lumos incident.

Moving quickly through the village, he slipped into Honeydukes. The shopkeeper, Ambrosius Flume spotted him and smiled knowingly. "Ah, here for the usual, are we?"

Harry smiled sheepishly, "Yes, Mr. Flume, I had almost forgotten about it."

Mr. Flume placed three boxes on the counter. Two of them containing an assortment of sweets and one containing only fudge. It seemed that Mr. Flume had expected Harry today and had already prepared them earlier. 

Harry thanked the kind shopkeeper, paid, and took the neatly wrapped parcels, nodding gratefully before heading back outside. 

Stepping into an empty alleyway behind the shop, Harry quickly Apparated back to The Burrow. As he approached the door, he could already hear Mrs. Weasley's voice drifting out, questioning Ron and the twins. 

"And where is Percy?" she asked.

"Oh Percy? He's with his girlfriend," came Fred's voice.

Mrs. Weasley gasped, clearly caught off guard. "Girlfriend? Percy has a—wait, who?"

Harry chuckled, stepping inside. Mrs. Weasley spotted him immediately. She waved him inside with enthusiasm. "Harry, dear! It's wonderful to have you here. Let me fix you something to eat; you must be starving after the journey."

Harry smiled but refused. "Thank you, Mrs. Weasley, but I really should be getting back home soon."

Mrs. Weasley seemed slightly disappointed but nodded, her expression brightening again when Harry asked, "Is Ginny around?"

This prompted a round of smirking from the twins, who exchanged knowing looks as Mrs. Weasley glanced around. "She was here just a moment ago…"

Harry smirked, spotting the familiar red ponytail, leaving the door. With a quick "Excuse me," he slipped back outside, calling after her. "Ginny! Wait up!"

"Oh, so now you remember me?" she spat, crossing her arms. "Too busy to even write, were you?"

Harry blinked, taken aback. "Wait—Ginny, I didn't mean—"

"Didn't mean to what?" she cut him off, her voice sharp. "Didn't mean to forget I even exist? Or just didn't think it was worth the effort to send one letter?"

She was clearly determined to ignore him, and when he finally managed to close the distance, she still didn't spare him a glance.

"Ginny," he said, sounding breathless but amused. "Come on, stop for a second, will you?"

She kept walking, only giving him a cool look over her shoulder. "Oh, now you want my attention? How nice of you," she replied, sarcasm laced in her tone.

Ginny stormed forward, her steps fierce, until Harry closed the distance, reaching out to grab her hand. She spun around, fiery with indignation, but before she could say a word, he tightened his hold and, with a sudden tug, they were no longer on solid ground. They were free-falling, a hundred feet in the air. 

"BLOODY HELL, HARRY!" she screamed, her voice cracking with panic as they sped towards the ground. "You're a lunatic! A complete, reckless, bloody—"

Harry's calm and amused face made her rage flare even hotter. "Forgive me?" he asked, his voice teasing as if they weren't plummeting towards the earth at full speed. 

Ginny's anger flared white-hot. "I swear, if we die, I'm haunting you for the rest of eternity, you reckless prat!" She buried her face in his shoulder, trying to calm her racing heart. "Fine! Yes, alright, I forgive you, just—stop this!"

With a lazy flick of his hand, Harry halted their fall, and they hovered inches above the ground, suspended on thin air. Ginny's face was pale, her breaths ragged as she opened her eyes and realised they were safe... or at least nearly. She stepped back, hands on her hips, glaring daggers at him as her cheeks flushed.

"Peace offering," Harry said smoothly, pulling out the box of sweets, still smirking as he handed it to her. Ginny snatched the box, her glare unwavering as she muttered, "You insane git," but her eyes sparkled despite her words.

Harry slowly hovered them down as he was handing her the box of sweets. With one last smirk, he Disapparated, leaving Ginny standing there, cheeks flushed, muttering to herself something along the lines of "insufferable... charming... prat."

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Harry appeared in the familiar, grandly decorated living room of Dursley Mansion. He took a deep breath, taking in the smell of his home. It was good to be back.

Smiling to himself, he called out, loud for the entire mansion to hear, "Mum! Your favourite son is back!"

The elves hearing Harry's voice started popping up to see and greet him. After a few moments the sound of hurried footsteps came, and in seconds Petunia appeared through the door, her face lighting up as she spotted him. She rushed down with Abigail following her closely. 

"Harry!" Petunia exclaimed, as she pulled him into a hug. "We missed you terribly! Why didn't you come back home for the past few weeks?"

"I missed you too! Well, to be honest, I was quite busy with some stuff, Mum," Harry replied, returning the hug. He glanced down at Abigail who had disappeared, before he could look around she jumped up on his back. 

"Welcome back, brother. Did you bring me something?" she asked. 

Harry reached back to ruffle her hair, "Of course I did, Abby. You know brother will not come home without something special, right?"

He pulled out the box of assorted sweets from Honeydukes and handed it to Abby. Abigail's eyes went wide, and she grinned, "Yes, please!" She exclaimed as she took the box. 

Harry then pulled out the box of fudge from his pouch and handed it to Petunia, "I didn't forget yours, Mum?"

Petunia smiled as she took the box of fudge, ruffling his hair. "Always thinking of us, aren't you?" she said warmly. "Your dad should be back soon. He had gone somewhere with Sirius."

As they settled onto the couches, Petunia began asking about his term. Harry only filled her in on the lighter stories, leaving out the more tense tales, with Abby siting on his lap, devouring those sweets from Honeyduke and Harry occasionally pinching her cheeks or ruffling her hair.

Just as Harry finished regaling his stories, a soft whoosh filled the air, and the fireplace erupted with green flames. Out stepped Vernon, dusting off his coat, followed closely by Sirius, who looked equally worn out. Neither seemed to notice harry as they exchanged weary glances and began to take of their coats. 

"Petunia, love, could we get some tea?" Vernon asked, rubbing his temples. Harry noted the faint tension in his voice. Sirius too shared the same look as he dropped into a chair beside Vernon. 

Petunia nodded, sending a glance in Harry's direction. "Dinky, bring us some tea, please." Dinky appeared instantly, bowing before hurrying off to the kitchen.

As they settled in, Vernon sighed, "Honestly, Petunia, they were following us again today. Reporters, everywhere we turned. I had to practically run through Diagon Alley to lose them!"

Sirius gave a tired chuckle. "You should have seen it—Vernon and I barely escaped through the Floo network. And the questions! They keep pestering me about my 'relationship with harry,' of all things. Can't a godfather take a trip without an interview these days?"

Petunia frowned, glancing at Harry. "What could they want so badly?"

Vernon shook his head, still fuming. "No idea, but it's like they've smelled something. Ridiculous."

"Perhaps they're just interested in my recent achievements!" came a smooth, amused voice from the other side of the room. 

Vernon and Sirius nearly jumped out of their seats as they turned to see Harry, sitting in the couch in front of Petunia, smirking at them. Vernon looked stunned, and Sirius let out a low whistle.

"Merlin's beard, Harry," Sirius said, shaking his head with a grin. "How long have you been sitting there?"

Harry shrugged, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Long enough to hear about your little chase with the press. Guess I've made things interesting for you, huh?"

"Care to explain?" Vernon asked, his brow raised.

Harry chuckled, "Let's just say you'll find out in tomorrow's paper why they're so interested."

Sirius raised an eyebrow, catching on to Harry's amusement. "You're keeping us in suspense, then?"

Harry nodded, "Oh yes. It will be fun to see your faces when you read the headlines tomorrow."

The rest of the day passed in easy, familiar comfort. Abigail was practically glued to Harry's side, peppering him with questions while playfully tugging towards the Quidditch pitch to show off her broomstick skills. Harry laughed, indulging her, while recounting some of his own, less dangerous/wild school stories for Vernon, Petunia, and Sirius, who was lounging beside them.

Over lunch, Harry recounted the simpler mischief and tricks around Hogwarts. He told them about the Phoenix Covenant and Sirius couldn't be prouder. Although Vernon and Petunia sighed, muttering something about James and genetics. 

When the conversation turned to Quidditch, however, he couldn't resist showing off. So he pulled out the memory and used the Memoria Videntia spell to show them the final match of the Quidditch tournament. Safe to say that Petunia's heart was in her mouth by the time, the memory stopped playing.

Both Vernon and Sirius were starstruck and proud, and Abigail seemed to cheer when Harry crashed. Harry smiled sheepishly, explaining how he had grabbed the experimental broom instead of the normal one and that's how that incident happened. 

"Honestly, Harry," Petunia huffed, "must you risk yourself like that?"

Sirius stayed through dinner, trading stories with Harry. As evening fell, the family relaxed in the drawing room, with Sirius and Vernon recounting a few of his own Hogwarts memories, leaving everyone laughing.

When Sirius finally left, they all settled into a comfortable silence, Harry feeling the warmth of home settle around him. It was a rare kind of peace, and he cherished every moment. 

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The sun streamed gently through the curtains of Harry's room. After a long school year, he was finally allowing himself a morning to sleep in, blissfully unaware of the chaos in the wizarding world.

The morning edition of The Daily Prophet had spread like Fiendfyre, each copy vanishing from newstands as readers devoured the shocking news. 

Headlines like: The Potion Monster: Harry Potter or Birth of a legend: The Youngest Potion Master in Wizarding History, were common in various different newspapers. Articles recounted in jaw-dropping detail how Harry flawlessly brewed four Master-level potions simultaneously. But what shocked everyone most was the mention of Lethalis Vitriol—the legendary potion that had taken so many lives and scared the greatest Potion Masters for over a century. According to witnesses, Harry Potter had successfully brewed the potion during the exam. His nonchalant comment on how the recipe out in the world was flawed and his correction left even most season Masters in disbelief

The Burrow

In the cozy kitchen of the Burrow, breakfast had just begun when The Daily Prophet  arrived. Mrs. Weasley got up to get the newspaper. She shrieked as her eyes fell on the headlines, making everyone turn to her. 

"Arthur," she choked, handing the paper to him. "You need to see this."

Arthur Weasley, still in his dressing gown, took the paper from her and looked at it. His eyes were as wide as saucers by the time he had read the front page. 

"No... no, that's impossible," Arthur muttered, his hand shaking. "Harry did this? Our Harry?"

Fred and George, who were halfway through loading their plates, looked over, hearing the disbelief in their father's voice. Fred looked over Arthur's shoulder to get a closer look at the paper.

"He did what?" Fred almost spat out the bacon he had stuffed in his mouth.. "I mean, we know he was prodigious... but this?"

George took the paper from Arthur's hand and read it. "Bloody hell... Four Master-grade potions, all at once, and Lethalis Vitriol on top of it? That's mad." He looked at the others as if expecting someone to step in and clarify it was all a joke. 

Percy who had been listening to this, snatched the paper from George's hand and read through it. His face turning pale as he registered what was written there. "It can't be real," he said, almost to himself. "It's practically impossible for a fully trained wizard to master Lethalis Vitriol, let alone… an eleven-year-old. Even the Ministry has been struggling with this potion for years."

Ron and Ginny who were looking at the paper over Percy's shoulder shared the same pale face as the rest of the family. "I mean, he did tell me that he was going to get his Potion Mastery soon, but this is... insane." Ron rubbed the back of his neck.

"Harry's amazing," she murmured, almost in a daze. Her gaze turned distant, as though she were imagining him in the Great Hall, confidently brewing four master-grade potions at once. She bit her lip, her admiration for him deepening even more.

Fred caught the look on her face and nudged George with a grin. "Looks like Ginny's even more smitten with Harry than we thought."

"Quiet, you two!" she huffed, though the flush on her cheeks only deepened.

Arthur, meanwhile, folded the paper, a proud smile tugging at his lips. "The wizarding world may never see Harry the same way again. He's not just the Boy Who Lived… he's a prodigy, through and through."

The Wizarding World

Meanwhile, across the wizarding world, wizards and witches were reeling. In potion shops, magical pubs, and apothecaries from Diagon Alley to Knockturn Alley, the topic was the same. 

"No, it can't be true," a witch muttered, her eyes wide as she read the paper in the Leaky Cauldron. "An eleven-year-old? It's... unheard of!"

Potion Masters who had spent decades perfecting their craft could scarcely believe their eyes. The even more disbelieving thing was the fact that Harry had corrected the Lethalis Vitriol recipe.

"Young Potter corrected Lethalis Vitriol?" one older Master said, shaking his head as he read the testimonials from the examiners. "Impossible. And yet… if the examiners say it's true…"

Friends and Hogwarts Students

Neville Longbottom felt a new surge of admiration. Although Potions was his worst subject, Harry's success made him realize that he was much more than just 'the-boy-who-lived.' He had learnt about the news when his grandmother had asked if Harry Potter went to Hogwarts with him.

Meanwhile, in Malfoy Manor, Draco's shock quickly turned to jealousy as he read the news. "Potter, a Potion Master?" he sneered, though even he couldn't deny a grudging respect. "He just has to show off, doesn't he?"

Narcissa on the contrary had an intrigued look on her face as she read the news. It seemed that she was quite surprised by the fact that Harry got his mastery, but she didn't feel bad about it. 

Oliver Wood who was mid-sip of tea when he saw the headline. He spat it out, splattering the table, and shot to his feet. "Harry Potter, a Potion Master? At eleven?!" He scrambled to reread the article not able to believe what he read. 

Cedric Diggory dropped his fork with a loud clatter. "Hold on—Harry, as in Seeker Harry, is some kind of potions genius?" He laughed in disbelief, running a hand through his hair. "First, he's impossible to beat on the field, and now he's setting records off it. What's he going to surprise us with next?"

Greengrass Manor

Edmund Greengrass was getting the copy of The Daily Prophet while his wife prepared tea. His two daughters were still asleep. Thanks to Harry, the whole Greengrass family had a life free from the blood curse and they were extremely grateful for it. 

As Edmund sat down with the copy of the paper, his gaze fell on the headline, and his jaw dropped. 

"Adorabella... read this," he said, handing her the paper with a trembling hand. 

She scanned the page, her face paling. "Harry... an eleven-year-old Potion Master? And...he brewed the Lethalis Vitriol?"

Edmund nodded, still in disbelief. "And three other Master-grade potions. He's the youngest Potion Master in history."

They exchanged a look, utterly stunned. For all they knew of Harry's talent, this was beyond imagining. Adorabella whispered, "It's like he's rewriting wizarding history before our eyes."

The Dursley Mansion

The peace at Dursley Mansion was broken with a loud pounding on Harry's door. Harry stirred, groggy and confused, as the door burst open to reveal a wide-eyed Vernon and a pale-faced Petunia. 

"Harry!" Vernon's voice was a mixture of shock and panic. "Is this... is this true?" He waved the paper, his eyes darting between Harry and the headline in utter disbelief. 

Petunia asked with panic in her voice. "Tell me this isn't real. Tell me they're lying—"

"What... what's going on?" Harry mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, groggy from being pulled out of his peaceful sleep.

Before Harry could say anything, Sirius burst into the room, looking utterly bewildered. He held up his copy of The Daily Prophet, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.

At this point Harry registered that they must be shocked about the news of his Potion Mastery. "So they kept their end of the bargain, huh..." He said rubbing his eyes.

"Youngest Potion Master in history? An eleven-year-old? Our son?" Vernon demanded, his voice full of disbelief. "Harry, this is—this is beyond anything I'd ever thought possible."

Harry smirked, "It's not as big a deal as they're making it sound."

"Not a big deal?" Petunia gasped. "You've shaken the entire wizarding world! Everyone's in a frenzy!"

Sirius just gaped at him in astonishment, a hint of pride finally breaking through the shock. "Kid, you've managed to make history—at eleven. People won't forget this anytime soon."

Harry shrugged, playing it off as if it were no big deal, though he secretly savored the chaos he'd stirred in the Wizarding World. 

He stretched, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked over at his adoptive parents and Sirius. "Don't worry—this is nothing compared to what I'm about to do next."

"Wait downstairs, yeah?" he added. "There is something I want to discuss with you, Sirius... and you too, Dad."

With curious, still slightly pale expressions, Sirius, Vernon and Petunia nodded and left the room. Harry slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, thinking about the conversation ahead.

About ten minutes later, harry joined them in the living room below. Sirius and Vernon were seated on the couch, both still looking somewhat dazed. Petunia, who had adjusted faster, was setting a tray of breakfast down for Harry with pride in her eyes. 

Harry thanked her, setting the tray aside momentarily. "So, Dad, Sirius... I need your help with something," he said. "And it's pretty important."

Vernon and Sirius exchanged puzzled glances. Vernon cleared his throat. "Alright, Harry... what do you need?"

Harry took a deep breath. "You see, there was a reason I took the Potion Mastery exam," he began. "I came up with a potion called the Moonsbane Elixir. This potion let's a werewolf keep their human mind intact during the transformation. This makes them completely harmless during the transformation apart from their appearance, which can be scary."

For a moment, silence filled the room as the words sank in. Vernon, Sirius, and even Petunia's eyes widened in disbelief. They all knew the significance of such a potion—it was something thought to be impossible, an advancement that no Potion Master had managed since the Wolfbane Potion.

Harry leaned forward, "I came across this potion in a book called the Alchemic Almanac," he explained. "But here's the strange part—any time I asked anyone about it, they'd never heard of this book. Not Snape or even Dumbledore."

Vernon, Sirius, and Petunia exchanged astonished glances, the implications swirling in their minds. Sirius finally broke the silence. "You're saying... no one knew about this book? Not even Dumbledore?"

Harry nodded. "Yes. But I have already made the potion with Snape. Then we tested it with Lupin during the full moon. The potion worked—he kept his human mind, completely in control, and was as harmless as any of us."

Petunia pressed a hand to her mouth. "Harry... that's... astounding."

Sirius got up and hugged Harry with almost tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Harry. You don't realize how big of a chance you've given Remus. Thank you..."

Harry smiled, "It's alright, Sirius."

"And you're certain it's safe?" Vernon asked, still struggling to process what he was hearing.

"Yes," Harry replied confidently. "Snape, Lupin, and the other professors can guarantee its effects."

The room fell silent as the family processed the weight of what Harry had achieved. Vernon looked at Harry, "So you want to commercialise the potion? What prices are you thinking?"

Harry smiled, "No Dad. I want your help to create a program to distribute this potion—for free or for the smallest possible cost."

Sirius, now staring at Harry with both pride and wonder, shook his head in disbelief. "Harry… you're thinking about giving this to the world, not making a Knut off it?"

Harry nodded. "I'm funding it myself. But I'll need help setting up the program, making sure it reaches those who need it."

Vernon sat back, eyes wide, the pride radiating from him as he took in Harry's words. "You're thinking about… the betterment of society, at your age. Most wouldn't dream of giving away something this valuable."

Harry shrugged, "They need it more than I need the money. After all from what I see they are a part of our magical society too. Now they have been shunned due to a complication that they had no choice over. I really don't see how the magical society would progress further if we keep shunning people."

Sirius let out a low whistle. "You know, kid, you're talking like an old healer—one with a lot more wisdom than any eleven-year-old should have. Most people don't think like this even when they're my age."

Harry shrugged again. "If I have the power to help, then I should use it. And if this potion makes life easier for those affected by lycanthropy, why not share it? The whole point of being a wizard should be to make a difference."

Petunia set a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder, her pride unmistakable. "We'll make this happen, Harry. You've already done the impossible just by creating the potion. Setting up a program is no small feat, but if you're willing to give so selflessly, we'll all support you."

Vernon nodded firmly, a rare softness in his voice. "Right. We'll work on this together, son. First things first, though, we'll need to get the right people involved—connections to clinics, perhaps even St. Mungo's."

Sirius leaned forward, his usual playfulness gone, replaced by a look of fierce loyalty. "I'll reach out to some contacts in the magical community who can help manage distribution. We'll get this set up, Harry. This is big—it'll need proper organization, secure distribution channels… and secrecy until we're ready."

Harry smiled. "Thank you. But secrecy won't be needed as I plan on advertising the fact that I have such a potion and I will be setting up a program to make the potion available for free or minimal cost."

Sirius raised an eyebrow as Harry spoke, his surprise growing by the minute. "Wait, you've already thought about how to get the word out? Pulled strings with reporters?"

Harry nodded, "I made some arrangements during the Potion Mastery exam. I can handle the advertising part."

Vernon looked stunned. "You've covered every angle, haven't you? So, we just need to get the program structured and figure out the logistics?"

"Exactly," Harry confirmed. "But we'll also need a few experienced Potion Masters for production. Snape's in—he'll help me brew, but we'll need at least two more to keep up with the demand. We need to make sure the Moonsbane Elixir is produced in steady batches, enough to reach every werewolf who needs it."

"As for support, Dumbledore told me that I have all the professors' support and even Hogwarts as whole." Harry said. "With Dumbledore's reputation in, we can get the program up and running quickly."

Petunia's eyes widened slightly, recognizing the sheer scale of the endeavor. "And these Potion Masters… do you know anyone who'd be willing to help with something like this?"

Harry thought for a while before answering. "It doesn't need to be Potion Masters. I can be anyone who is really good with Potions. I think we can talk to Dumbledore and set up a system where some of the best Potion students at Hogwarts could help for course credit or money."

Sirius's eyebrows shot up. "So, you're thinking of turning this into a kind of apprenticeship or internship? Letting advanced students at Hogwarts help brew the potion?"

Harry nodded, "I mean that would be easier than trying to convince Potion Masters. Also this way the students can gain real-world experience and help people at the same time. And for those who want, we could offer a small stipend or course credit to make it even more worthwhile."

Vernon scratched his chin thoughtfully. "It could be brilliant, really. Not only would it give young witches and wizards a chance to do something impactful, but it would also ensure there's a steady supply of capable hands to keep this going."

Petunia's face softened as she looked at Harry, a mix of pride and admiration clear in her gaze. "You're giving people purpose, Harry. And you're doing it in a way that lifts everyone involved."

Harry smiled, "I'm just trying my best to improve things."

Sirius grinned, clapping Harry on the shoulder. "Well, then. Looks like we'll have to talk to Dumbledore, rally some support at Hogwarts, and see if we can get a few students on board."

Harry nodded, starting on his breakfast. Vernon and Sirius exchanged a look before standing up, ready to start laying the groundwork. Even Petunia offered a small smile, promising to reach out through her own network to help make Harry's vision a reality.