a different harry potter

Chapter10:-current state

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You know it," she smiled confidently.

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"Well if it ain't the Sheriff of Diagon Alley, doin' a patrol and checkin' on his folk?"

Harry looked at the speaker with deep amusement. "Is that your attempt at an American Western accent?"

"I thought it was a pretty good attempt," George Weasley sniffed.

"I mean, it was pretty good," Harry said. "Which isn't to say that it was good, like at all. Hence the pretty good-"

"Come off it," George snorted, pushing Harry lightly and grinning.

Harry had saved Weasley Wizarding Wheezes for last on his patrol. Generally it was civilian officers doing patrols but they were understaffed as well, much like every department it seemed. So from time to time, Aurors would help with the patrols. It was generally seen as a punishment for some Aurors, or light duty for those recovering from injury.

Harry treated it seriously enough. He liked how laidback it was, how it was not as taxing both physically or mentally. He liked to visit with people during it, chatting a bit here and there. It was nice to see how things have changed in the last few years with how Wizarding Britain had recovered and was tentatively growing and thriving.

Despite the eye-watering coloring of bright orange and deep magenta, Harry loved the Wheeze. It held that sense of wonder that he felt as a child when it came to magic: where anything was possible and delightful and typically accompanied by bright lights and loud sounds. Of course, as he aged, he had seen the darker side of magic but here he could let himself feel the original senses of wonder and figurative magic and the literal magic.

There were still signs of the years of course. The store had a comfortable lived in feeling with bits of wear and tear that were evident. That and signs that were even more obvious.

George absent-mindedly scratched the side of his head, moving a bandanna he wore that was at a rakish angle that also covered up where his ear was. "Actually, I have a bone to pick with you, Captain."

"Oh what now," Harry replied, giving George a look.

"Why are you cutting into your own investment? Banning our things at the Auror offices?"

"That wasn't me," Harry protested. "Did Ron tell you that?"

"He might have insinuated that there are superior officers that have unilaterally banned fun there," George sniffed.

"It wasn't me! I just banned it from my office because I don't want to be hit with them! And Director Robards didn't ban them either, he thinks they're funny as long as they don't interfere with duties."

"Well then why did Ron tell me that?" George asked, nettled.

"Has it really prevented others from buying them?"

"No, but I was curious. Unless it was that reverse psycho-thing that Hermione said where people do things because they're told not to."

Harry snorted. "You might not be wrong about that. Still, as far as I know, things haven't changed much regarding that."

"Oh you know what, speaking of our brother, I think it has to do with Miss Bones," George said, eyes brightening with realization. "I did sell her many a product recently."

"You know what, I think you're right," Harry grinned. "They have been bickering a lot recently, more than usual."

"I do like that girl," George smiled. "One of the few complete fuck-ups that's solely his fault I'll say. To his face. And I do. Often."

"I don't know, I still think they'll get back together,"....

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