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Chapter XXXVI
-New Year's Eve-
Friday, 31 December 1972
CEP's POV
Harry sat down and took out his shoes, massaging his feet. Ron raised an eyebrow back.
"You try to walk halfway through London and don't get tired." He grumbled to his friend.
"Definitely not with these heels." Ron argued amused.
"You do know that Cousin Lucius will make you swirl all afternoon long, don't you?" Harry reminded, Ron frowned and looked down at his own feet, suddenly realizing his issue. "Why do you think I fight when they try to make me wear heels? Not to mention... you are already taller than the norm, why are you, of all of us, in heels?"
"I don't have anything I can trade them with though and neither of yours fits me." Ron grumbled as he resigned himself with the fact that he had to keep them now. "So... you went as a b-day gift to the orphanage?"
"Technically my gift was the suit, he was the one who decided to go to the orphanage." Harry argued, moving to the other foot. "Shit! When he promised that he would make me unable to walk for a week I thought it meant that I would dance the whole day not walk halfway through the city."
The room where they were's door opened and they looked to find Mother with Harry's baby sibling, who was snacking on some homemade biscuits.
"Why are you barefoot?" Mother wondered.
"The orphanage wasn't exactly beside the Diagon Alley." Harry put in, only to groan as he touched a sore spot.
Mother set down the toddler and picked a balm from the popping in Dobby. She approached and kneeled before Harry, applying the balm.
"How will it go with Erzebeth today?" Ron questioned.
"Émilie Thalassa." Mother amended and Ron nodded. "Genevieve is setting up the new dress-robe as we speak." She said before she added: "Knowing my sister-in-law; by morning your new sibling will have a full wardrobe." Both Harry and Ron chuckled at that. "Lady Alexa has already contacted to warn that a new seat was added to our table and that a bedroom was readied for the naptime."
Mother picked Harry's socks and helped him back onto them and up his legs to be hidden by his inner-trousers, before she helped him onto his shoes again.
"Should I have proposed the Yaxleys instead," [Mère?] Harry wondered towards the blonde green-eyed woman.
"Of course not, Dear. Just because I never found someone that I'd want in my life after your" [père,] "doesn't mean that I'm not capable to have a child that isn't his bloodline." She reprimanded him. "And Eileen isn't ready yet emotionally for another child." She added as if she wasn't meant to.
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