Harry Potter: The Witty Wizard

"Lord Potter," she said, just as firmly as her expression reflected. "I'm now invoking Master Healer privileges on you, this time. Upstairs."

"Cousin Andi!" he mock exclaimed. "Inviting yourself into my... boudoir? And in front of your husband, to boot!"

Harry felt Hermione relax and give a little snort of amusement. Relaxing her a little was his intent.

Andi redrew her wand, but wasn't pointing it at him, for the moment. "Get!" she firmly ordered.

As Hermione stepped away to give him freedom to move he gave her lower back a quick rub before he walked towards the stairs.

"We shouldn't be too long!" he declared. "After all, I am only fourteen!"

He heard his godfather give his own snort of amusement. As he climbed the stairs he looked back at a now following Andi and, with a slightly warbling voice, loudly begged, "Please be gentle! It'll be my first time!"

"Upstairs, you scoundrel!" she barked.

That was it for Sirius, at least. Harry heard the old dog give a quick bark of laughter, but also heard a couple of nervous chuckles and giggles from others. He was thankful one of them was from Hermione.

Once the two had climbed the stairs, Wendell said, "You know all that was for our benefit, don't you?"

Ted grinned back. "Of course."

Looking to his daughter, Wendell closed the gap between them and gave her a hug of his own. "If I ever get my hands on that old―"

"You'll have to wait your turn," said Ted. "I'm led to believe the line is quite long."

Hermione quietly said, "Healer Tonks... Andi... said the potions were designed to enhance my loyalty towards Dumbledore and Ron. She also said that the traces were old, probably dating all the way back to first year.

"I think they were used to... cement... my loyalty to him and friendship with Ron. It was probably discontinued once he believed my loyalty to them both was established."

A little brighter, she said, "But, at least the examination also showed I wasn't under any other potion or charm that shouldn't be there."

"Shouldn't?" her father immediately asked.

"Yes, Daddy," she returned, while blushing a little. "Shouldn't."

He was about to push until he saw the direct look with slight smirk his wife gave him. And, knowing that look, decided he didn't need to know, after all. That 'look' promised him she'd answer; but, once she did, he'd realise he really didn't want to know, after all.

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Up in Harry's bedroom and current examination room, Harry was lying on an examination table that had been conjured from his desk chair. And he only knew that because he'd immediately noticed upon entering his chair was missing.

"Hop up and lie down on your back," she'd said.

As Harry made himself comfortable, Andi was setting up her parchment and auto-quill system.

"Nice trick with that nonsense coming up the stairs," she said, as an aside.

"Hermione was upset and people were a little tense," he said. "The muggles have a saying, 'Laughter is the best medicine'. I thought it would help."

As she worked, she said, "We have it too, but it's potion instead of medicine. And, you were right."

Once ready she stood to his side and said, "I need you to lie still. The better you hold still, the more accurate the scan."

"Yes, oh great and wonderful Healer lady," he said. "I am but your―"

"Shut up!" she distractedly snapped.

Harry shut up.

As he watched her she had her wand over his feet and was slowly casting as she moved up towards his knees. As she paused there a moment she glanced to the auto-quill and parchment for a moment before continuing. Her gestures now seemed more assured.

As she worked higher she was frowning a little and Harry saw when she paused a little at his left knee. That was the one his uncle Vernon broke when he was little. Her frowned deepened a little before her expression suddenly switched to closed off. Then the casting began to again travel 'up', with her gestures almost subtly a little more firmer.

When her gestures reached his hips and hands her expression darkened as she cast extra over both his hands. Her eyes were flashing with anger again and she'd started to purse her lips.

She stopped when she reached his inside right forearm and appeared shocked to her very toes. It was where the basilisk bit him. She quickly cast a rapid series of charms over the area, paused, checked the parchment, looked him in the eyes and moved on. Since telling him to shut up she'd not said a word; either by incantation or conversation.

As she continued to move up her eyes were again thunderous with her making even firmer wand movements. Harry could now see her grip on her wand was almost white-knuckled.

Finally she reached his head. A flick of her wand and his glasses vanished. And she was carefully scanning his eyes. Then she moved up to the scar.

Almost instantly she froze. And Harry saw her expression, at first puzzled, suddenly morph into fury. She whirled to and stared at the parchment as the quill wrote upon it.

Once the quill stopped she stared at the parchment for a long moment before she suddenly spun back and very quickly cast a series of long wand movements over his scar again. Harry even felt his scar prickle a little when she did that.

She took half a pace back and let fly with loud invectives. "I'm going to kill that whiskered fucking arse. Just he wait until I get my hands on him. Dead man walking, he is!

"That's it!" she declared, spinning about and starting to head for the door. "I'm gonna rip his fucking beard off and strangle him with it!"

As it became clear Andi was storming out, ready to carry out her 'deed' right at that moment, Harry muttered a quick, "Shyte!" quickly scrambled off the table and made to chase after her.

By the time he got to his feet, she'd already gotten the door open and was crossing the landing heading for the stairs.

"Help!" he yelled, running after her.

"I'm gonna practice all those Black curses on him I was taught growing up!" she declared. "Fucking geriatric, brain-addled―"

The top of the stairs was as far as she got before Harry tackled her by way of his right shoulder into her waist and carried her the extra two paces along the landing, to then slam her by her back into the wall next to the twin doors into the master bedroom.

He'd just accomplished that when he heard feet thundering up the stairs.

"Let go of me, child!" Andi practically screamed at him. "Dumbledore needs to die and I'm the one who's going to have the privilege of doing it!" She was weakly beat on him and kicking him a little, though half-heartedly.

"Not going to happen, Andromeda," he loudly declared, weathering the thumps and kicks she rained on him and just holding her in place.

"What the hell?" said Wendell.

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