"Harry, I mean it. A spotter, or a friend, or even just someone concerned for your safety can do wonders for you, especially if you are hurt in the process. I mean, look at what I have to do with your father and that silly language of his."
"What… silly language is that, mum?" Harry asked guardedly.
"Your father's obsession with pig-Latin, silly. You know that. He, Sirius, and Remus use that language all the time when they're trying to pull a fast one while keeping me out of the loop."
"You know about that?" Harry really needed to rethink his mother.
"Harry, I was apprenticed to the Department of Mysteries when I was younger and language studies was required. Of course I know about it."
"Then why don't you confront them with it?"
"And give up my ability to read their notices whenever I want? Why would I do that? If I did, they'd just go and invent a new language and I'd have to spend time deciphering it before knowing what kinds of shenanigans those three are involved in. No, this way I get to know what is going on and if I need to take an active role in putting a stop to it, or just let it play out."
"Wow… I guess you're a good actor."
Lily smiled at her son and replied, "And don't you forget about it, mister. So that's my secret. I can trust you to keep it, can't I? You look like the kind of son who keeps his promises."
"I'll keep your secret, mum."
"Thank you, Harry."
It took another hour before Harry was released from the infirmary. During which time Harry had to recount his story of going back in time to a goblin rebellion he remembered reading about and then traversing the countryside to a different location to check on a village that was in the path of the goblins retreating with their pillage. He told about his adventure trying to get the villagers to defend their homes and the one wizard in residence to get ready to defend himself from the goblins. There was the obligatory fighting and the long rest periods punctuated with arrows shot over the walls. Harry hadn't heard of the village so was trying to rescue those he would. He only recalled reading that the goblins retreated along the way they'd come. So figuring it wouldn't hurt to check it out, that's what he did.
Harry knew he was never going to get into Heaven with the amount of lying he was doing. But he needed to keep his visit to Safire a secret. If only for the time being.
He told the story to his mother. Then to Madame Pomfrey who checked him over and pronounced him good enough to leave.
Then again to the Headmaster and his father (who was eating some breakfast he'd snatched from the kitchen thanks to a friendly house elf). It was Monday night when he'd gone to the library. Today was Friday. And class was going to start soon. Harry gave hugs to his parents and then made his way back to the Hufflepuff domain. He needed a shower.
And something to eat. Safire had certainly worked up an appetite in him.
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"Hi, guys," Harry smiled as he sat down at the Hufflepuff table for breakfast.
"Harry!" Pam squealed, hugging her friend. "You're awake!"
"An improvement over yesterday I think," Edward commented with a faux upper lip.
"Miss me?"
"Of course not. Without you to mess things up, all of our classroom scores went up due to the staff's incessant use of a bell curve," Susan replied. "Of course we missed you, you moron. How are you feeling?"
"Well rested if you can believe it. Hi, Hermione!"
"Harry!" She ran over and gave him a hug that rivaled Mrs. Weasley's any day. "When did you wake up? How are you?"
"This morning and I'm hungry. Breakfast anyone?"
Edward chuckled at this byplay and scooped some eggs onto Harry's plate. Susan then gave him some toast that she knew he loved so well. Susan filled his glass up with some pumpkin juice.
"Wow. I should turn my lights out more often if I can get you to all wait on me when I wake up. This is nice."
"Shut it, you prat," Hermione grinned at her friend. "You had us worried for days. What were you doing anyway?"
Harry could have avoided the question but knew it would come back with a vengeance. This way he could at least put the right spin on things. "I went back in time. You know, kind of like I do in class."
"But that hasn't caused you problems before," Pam pointed out.
"Yeah… well, then I was only observing history. This time, though, I was trying to interact with history and that really takes it out of you according to Professor Binns."
"Interact how?" Edward's eyes narrowed as he came to the realization that his friend could do more than just watch the history channel all day.
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