Hermione was almost bouncing in jittery happiness for him. "Without your scar or glasses, together with your new fit build, there's going to be many who aren't going to recognise you, any more."
Sirius said, "Hermione's right. The only true signs you're Harry Potter now are your messy black hair and your green eyes. The only thing you can do about your hair is to use Sleak-Ezy through it. And all that can be done about your eyes is the wearing of coloured contacts.
"Don't you dare!" said Hermione. "While I might like to see an improvement in his hair, I happen to love the colour of his eyes."
Harry grinned and said, "I had thought about contacts. But, I'd have only gone that route if I still had to wear glasses. Since I do no longer, I'm not going to wear contacts, either."
Since the parents were present, Hermione satisfied herself with a quick kiss to the lips and not the full snogging she wanted to give him.
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For the rest of the day, Harry recovered more and more from the surgery. However, he was getting frustrated by how much Dobby was trying to 'mother' him.
With an annoyed sigh after the devoted little elf tried to hand off on him his third cup of hot chocolate in the past four hours, he had to tell the little guy, "Dobby, I'm fiiiiine. All they needed to do was cut a section of skin out of my forehead and stitch the resultant cut back together.
"Once I got back here, cousin Andi even healed that small wound. It's not as if I've had a leg blown off, or something."
Dobby calmly heard him out and then said, "Dobby understands. However, Dobby be cooking dinner tonight. Master Harry still bes a bit wobbly-wonky on his feetsies." And popped away before Harry could disagree.
Hermione snickered and said, "Oh, let him have this one, Harry. If I remember correctly, you did take 'his' chance to prepare lunch yesterday."
Grumpily, he asked, "And all the times he's taken mine for dinner?"
"So, he's up a few," she grinned. "Let it be. Besides, he's right. Doctor Dolittle said you weren't to operate any heavy machinery, drive, or anything like that for at least the first twenty four hours. In other words, things that take constant concentration to do safely. I think we can include 'cooking' anything as being on that list."
With a sigh he muttered, "Damn it."
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Even as early as the next morning there was marked improvement in Harry's rapidly healing wound. The deep redness and swelling had already faded some, with the swelling almost completely gone already.
As Harry walked into the dinette, a little later than usual as Wendell and Monica were already up, Wendell stood to cut him off just before he could sit.
He took one close look at the healing wound and said, "That's amazing. It gives all the appearance of more than a week having passed since the surgery and it's been less than a full day."
"That's magical healing for you," said Harry, as he sat down at the dinette to eat.
"Are you planning on going anywhere, today?" asked Monica.
"No," he replied. "I prepared for there to be complications from the surgery and that I'd be longer than I thought I would be. So, I had thought I'd possibly still be in hospital, at the moment. I'm glad I'm not, but it also means today has nothing prearranged."
Wendell ordered, "Keep it that way. While using magical healing techniques have rapidly increased the rate of healing you're going through, you were still in surgery yesterday. It can take anywhere up to a few days for the drugs you were on to be fully cleansed from your system."
And that's exactly the sort of day Harry enjoyed. Hermione rose a short time later and then he and her spent the time watching some television up to lunch.
The afternoon was then spent writing letters to a few of their friends. Hermione was now also writing to Adeline and Alice, as they had suggested she do if she had any questions relating to the information contained in those books Harry had recently purchased for her.
On receiving a letter back by HEED from Alice, Hermione told him, "Alice suggests I spend time next summer at Longbottom Hall going through specialist etiquette lessons with her and Adeline."
"Live there, or floo back and forth?" he asked.
"Floo back and forth, I think," she replied. "I mean, it's near instantaneous travel, isn't it?"
He nodded and said, "Once I check the Potter manor to ensure for myself it's alright, I think I'll plan on living there next summer. If you want, I can make sure the floo is connected and operational so you can come and go as you please."
Hermione turned a smirk on him and asked, "Harry, are you asking me to come and live with you?"
Not panicked or otherwise upset by the idea or question, he calmly replied, "I'm asking you to come and spend time with me during your summer break. How long you stay there, or whether you just visit for the occasional day or stay longer, is entirely your choice."
As it was a quiet day for the Granger household and no parties or the like were going to be attended by them, no one was too tired to wait up for the changeover to 1995 at midnight. They even watched the BBC televised special that showed footage of crowds of people in Trafalgar Square and similar large open areas, as they counted down the time.
However, the entire household was a-bed by 12.30pm, at the latest.
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The next day Harry still woke at his usual time, even though he'd been up late. However, he was the only one. The Grangers did not come down until just after 9.00am and Hermione was down about fifteen minutes later.
Harry had already eaten, but was drinking a tea while reading the Daily Prophet, as the others joined him.
Once Hermione was down, Monica asked, "What are you plans for today?"
Harry waited a moment before he said, "I think it's high time I paid a visit to the Potter manor. I don't know why I've kept putting it off, but... it's time I go."
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