"Yes, yes, of course, my boy," the old man said almost absentmindedly. Coming back to himself he said, "I shall discuss this with... others and see if I can work out what it means for you. Thank you for telling me."
"And, no, my scar doesn't hurt," Harry added. "It hasn't hurt since we three soul bonded and there was this hideous smell and black muck come pouring out of the wound."
Lifting his fringe up, Harry showed the scar and said, "Since then, the scar has been fading away. What ever was there has now gone for good."
Shocked at the state of Harry's scar, the Headmaster goggled back a bit before he said, "That's... incredible, Mister Potter. No more headaches? No visions?"
"No, to both, Headmaster," Harry firmly said.
"I'm... glad to hear that," said the Headmaster. Though, the old man also appeared confused to hear it, too." Harry gave a grunt in response and muttered, "Whatever." He turned himself and his wives around and walked towards the doors into the Great Hall.
As they walked away, Hermione said loud enough for the Headmaster to hear, "He might be able to help, Harry. Give him time to think about it and ask others."
As they sat down Daphne muttered to him, "You saw how gaunt he looked, though he wasn't? Could you have been any more obvious?"
Harry smiled back and said, "I didn't want to leave it up to chance it takes him a while to figure it out."
All through dinner, the three bondmates saw that Dumbledore didn't attend. "Our Headmaster appears absent," said Luna from across the table.
"He's probably too busy to attend," said Daphne. "After all, he's currently hosting two other schools, as well as looking after Hogwarts."
Luna just smiled back and returned to her dinner. Harry could tell she knew something was going on. Harry just hoped she didn't know they were planning the demise of the Headmaster.
That afternoon they'd also been able to 'corral' Neville to find out anything more about his parents. The girls practically dragged him back to their apartment. Harry was already there working on assignments and wrapping up third year Ancient Runes. "Look who we ran into," said Hermione, dragging Neville in behind her.
"Nev!" exclaimed Harry. "Come in, please. Have a seat."
"Do you usually send your wives out to kidnap House scions, Harry?" the other boy asked a little miffed, as he moved to sit opposite.
"Huh?" asked Harry, thoroughly confused.
"Your wives grabbed me and dragged me up here," explained Neville.
"Did they?" asked Harry, turning to look at both. "Sorry. I had no idea."
"Never mind that," said Daphne, as both moved to sit either side of Harry. "How are your parents, Neville?" "Oh! Ummm... They're good," replied the other boy, now looking a little embarrassed. "Have they been released, yet?" she asked. "Yeah," replied Neville. "Sorry. I should have told you."
Watching the byplay, Harry turned to Neville and grinned. "I daresay that's why my wives... as you put it... kidnapped you."
"We did not," huffed Hermione. "We invited him to come visit."
"We just... didn't give him much choice in the matter," finished Daphne.
Chuckling, Harry turned to Neville and said, "Sorry. I find it's an exercise in futility to argue with them."
"So I'm learning," Neville wryly grinned back.
"How've your parents been?" asked Harry. "I take it, since they've both been released, they're able to move about on their own now?"
"Yeah; slowly," replied Neville. "But, Gran and our house elves are there for them at Longbottom Hall. Gran even 'splurged' and bought another just to be nurse for them."
"We're happy for you, Nev," he said. "By the sounds of it they'll both be right as rain by summer break."
"That's the plan," sighed the other boy. "Barring any complications, which seem less and less likely each day, they should be able to move about on their own by the end of June or early July."
"So, how come you haven't come and kept us updated?" asked Hermione.
"Hermione!" scolded Daphne. "That was rude."
While Hermione blushed and muttered an apology, Neville was also blushing.
"I'm... sorry about that," he said, looking down. "I was... uncomfortable that I'm getting my parents back... and Harry..." he trailed off.
"You were worried I'd be offended you were getting your parents back and I wasn't?" asked Harry, shocked.
"Yeah," muttered Neville, still looking away. "Then you were being an idiot," Harry firmly shot back.
Startled, Neville jerked as if he'd been slapped and stared back at Harry in shock.
"Neville," said Harry, leaning forward and trying to be as earnest as possible. "Make no mistake. I'm very, very happy for you. And for them. Have you forgotten, already, that your mother is my godmother?"
Calmer but a little sheepish, Neville replied, "Umm... yeah; I did."
"Well, I'm genuinely happy for you, Nev," said Harry. "You need not worry I'd be upset or jealous you have your parents back. My name's not Ron Weasley."
A lot more relieved, Neville said, "Thanks, Harry." "There's nothing to thank me for," shrugged Harry. "Other than for forgiving you for thinking so poorly of me. And you have that, too."
"Again, thanks," the other boy said, a little firmer.
"That aside; and, since you're here; tea?" asked Harry.
"That'd be nice," said Neville.
"Dobby!" called Daphne.
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