A frying pan did it by fvdv123

Chapter 3

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Mrs. J.K., I noticed that if you know the story, you can fix it in one day… but then again it would be a very short story. I'll try to spread it out to 60K or more words… for free even.

A/N: I just noticed if you update a chapter after editing, it gets posted again… sorry about that. It must have been frustrating to see new posts and no new chapters. I use Grammarly, the free version, so it does not fix everything. I'll just do my best… Nah, I'm too lazy to spend hours editing.

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An owl flew in and landed before Daphne, after reading the letter she asked her dad: "Tracey want to come over to ask Heir Potter to help choose her wand, I explained how Heir Potter helped me find the best one possible, and she wants the same experience if he agrees, in exchange for an appropriate favor from her."

I reacted: "I don't mind helping your friend, but am a bit wary about the favor, what does that mean?" Mrs. Greengrass: "That can be anything, from helping with your homework to helping you buy something via her connections."

I said: "We can do it today if she comes over, that gives Lord Greengrass the chance to witness it himself." Yeah right, the next one needs to pay.

3 Magic senses.

Lord Greengrass nodded at Daphne, who speed-walked to the floo, we can't have a noble girl running through the house, so this was her fastest speed possible. Five minutes later the Davis family walked in, Tracey with a stack of Harry bloody Potter books in her arms, whispering excitingly with Daphne.

When she noticed me looking at her she froze, put her stack of books on the table, picked a book that was obviously her favorite, and wordlessly handed the book to me. I tilted my head, puzzled about what to do with that book, is it a gift from her? Do I have to sign it? Read it? Comment it? Harry Potter and his half-blood friend it said on the cover. I remember in most fiction she is pictured as a half-blood.

I asked: "Miss? This is for me? What do I have to do with it?" A voice behind her said: "She should have first introduced herself before handing our gifts. Good day, Heir Potter, My name is Lord Davis, this is my wife Lady Veronica Davis nee Steward, my son Lance, daughters Tracey, and youngest Ursula. Thank you for granting my daughter's request to help find her first wand."

Mrs. Davis smiled: "Tracey, be a proper lady and greet our hosts first, then you greet Heir Potter, after all that, you can ask for an autograph ." I decide to save the poor girl, took a pen out of my pocket, and wrote: For Miss Tracey Davis, I hope to become your friend in the real world. Closed the book and handed it back to her.

When I smiled again at her she snapped awake, looked around, Astoria barely holding it together, her brother grinning, the adults with an amused smile on their face, and Daphne looking worried at her. Blushing she said: "Oh Morgana! I am sorry for ignoring you uncle Cyrus and aunty Ellen, Heir Potter, I apologize for my bad manners, I am Tracey Davis please to meet you."

"Don't worry Miss Davis, although it still surprised me that I am so well known in the wizarding world. I did not even know they wrote books about a boy with my name."

Tracey: "But those books are about you! The Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived! That is you!" I shrugged: "There are a lot of boys who are alive, some even named as me. Potter is a common name in Britain after all. Personally, I have never seen a dragon, unicorn, hippogriff, or even a Princess in my life. I am raised by muggles, did not even know about magic before my Hogwarts's letter, I was even then thinking it was a stupid joke. Anyway, I am pleased to meet you, Miss Davis." I took her hand and planted a kiss on it. Oops, I was supposed to brush it. The poor kid got steam coming out of her ears, and Daphne looked jealous.