Harry was just finishing writing the letter, drying it by blowing on it and folding it ready for Dobby to deliver it when he noticed Hermione was reading a book.
"I haven't seen you with a school text in your hand for a while, Hermione. What gives?" he asked.
She turned an almost evil smile on him and over-nonchalantly replied, "I found this inside the stack of documents for the House of Potter." And indicated the stack with one hand while closing the book and holding it closed with her other hand.
As Harry started to develop a sense of dread, he asked, "Ummm... What's the name of it?"
"'What a Young Wizard of Good Standing needs to Know'," she grinned.
"Oh... crap," he moaned, turning away and blushing.
"Something you want to tell me, Harry?" she sugary sweetly asked him.
"No," he quietly replied.
"Why do you have it?" she asked.
Mumbling, he replied, "Sirius gave it to me last night and said I had to read it. He said..."
"He said, what, Harry?" she pressed.
With a sigh, he muttered, "He said he thinks my education in... stuff... was lacking."
"Stuff?" she asked. "Harry. I want an honest answer, please. I'm your friend and... Hell... I'm your betrothed. Do you know where little witches and wizards come from?"
Shocked at the question, he snapped his head back around to look at her and stammered. "Y-yes! Of course!" Then blushed and turned away again.
"Alright," she slowly said. "Do you know how they're made?"
"I... think so," he mumbled.
"Ah," she said. "That explains the book, then."
He just shrugged.
"Is Sirius going to quiz you on what's in it?" she asked.
"Yes," he quietly muttered.
She thought for a long moment, nibbling her bottom lip, and said, "Then you really should read it, anyway. And, if you're uncomfortable talking to Sirius about what's in it... then you should come and talk to me... as your betrothed."
He gave a short nod and mumbled, "Alright."
Satisfied, she said, "In that case, I'll set this aside for now. You should start reading it tonight before you go to sleep. And even when we take a break from all this." And gestured to the documents.
Then she deliberately picked the book up and placed it on the other side of the table. "There! We won't talk about it for now."
With a sigh of relief, it was a long moment before Harry gave his throat a bit of clear and called Dobby to deliver the letter to the Weasley twins.
"Same as before, Dobs," he stated. "Charm it so only the twins can read it."
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Harry had forgotten that, because he was now 'homed' in Wimbledon rather than Scotland, Hedwig took nowhere near the time to fly between locations. This meant his letter to Ted actually arrived the previous evening. Which then gave Hedwig plenty of time to get back and deliver the Daily Prophet that morning.
Even so, Ted could only manage to start on Harry's requests that morning. And he got right to it.
First, he pulled out the laws regarding the connection of floo's in muggle homes. Then looked up what precisely was meant by a 'muggle home'.
With those pieces of law fresh in his mind he then sat back and tried to figure out a way to legally get the Granger residence connected to the floo network.
The main issue was that there was no way for an 'arriving' floo traveller to know whether or not an 'unauthorised muggle' was in the same room as the floo. Which would then be a breach of the Statute for Wizarding Secrecy, though an accidental one. So, the way to ensure that breach would not occur would be for the floo point to be somewhere an 'unauthorised muggle' could not be.
Secondly, there would need to be authorisation from a person in the Ministry with authority to grant it, followed by the application to the Floo Network Authority within the Department of Magical Transportation.
The big problem was the definition of 'muggle home'. If he could―
That's when he had it. He quickly pulled out the official Ministerial definition of why a home was determined to be a muggle home, even if a witch or wizard lived there.
Then pulled out the exemptions that applied to the Noble Houses and the Most Ancient Seven.
Reading them all, his frown of concentration slowly changed into a smile.
'Sirius,' he thought. 'You're going to love this.'
Writing down what he needed in his notes he then sent an 'Express' letter to Sirius, 'Harry-style'. He summoned his house elf to take it and leave it in Sirius's spot at the dining table. He knew the man had a late night, the previous night, and would be late to rise, this morning.
That done he turned his attention to finding a way to have the young Lovegood and Weasley lasses receive mental health assistance without it pointing back to Harry.
He thought Harry's idea of a donation from an anonymous wealthy pureblood witch to be both simple in approach and brilliant, so decided to run with it.
But, how to implement it would be his problem to solve.
"Alright," he muttered. "Paying in cash from a vault won't work. Harry wants to make sure both families can only spend the gold on the treatment. That means I have to pay for the treatment in advance.
"So, I need a qualified mind-healer, preferably with experience dealing with young female witches. I'll need to put them under contract. And such a contract needs to be written in such a way the anonymity will be maintained and with a Healer's Oath considered.
"Time to find out if a Mind-Healer's Oath differs from a normal Healer's Oath. If it does, I'll need the wording of it. Actually, I'll need it anyway, as I don't know if it will be the same as Andi's, even then."
Taking down his book on Healer's Oaths he flicked through it looking for the ones that might be specific for Mind-Healer's. He, of course, had it 'on hand' because of what those Oaths meant when a Healer was a witness on the stand.
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