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The goblin manager of the Potter accounts went to another office and went in, "Razorback, I have an offer for your clients, the Malfoys." The other goblin looked irritated until Griphook started explaining ...
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Poppy was giddy! In a few minutes her apprentice will arrive and she can start teaching. Just five minutes before 8:00 she saw her blonde student and his fluffy companions appear in the floo. "Hello, Cache, ready to get started?" She was very pleased to see that Cache looked much better. He was still skinny, but still getting better and a little taller too if she wasn't mistaken.
Anyone who said recovering from starvation was as simple as eating when there was food is a fool. It's not so simple. When someone has spent their life on the brink of starvation the stomach shrinks. You can't go from eating nearly nothing to scarfing down big meals. If someone truly starving ate too much too fast they could die. Eating slowly or lots of small meals is the best way to recover assuming they remember to eat. If you're used to not eating then getting a steady routine going can be tricky. She wondered if someone was helping him.
"Yes, Poppy. What do I have to do?" Cache asked as they went up to the first floor ready to start learning. Lyra and Libra were distracted by a young patient crying and went over before Cache could stop them. Both he and Poppy froze and watched as the kneazles bounced around allowing the little girl to pet them. They cheered her up quickly.
"You know, they can go around as long as they don't interfere with treatments and stress or hurt the patients." Poppy smiled as the kneazles antics made several children giggle
"They'll be fine then. Be good you two!" Cache watched as his kneazles strolled around to cheer people up.
For the start to healing Poppy gave him a few books to skim at home and had him watch what she did to heal other patients. With every question he asked she explained thoroughly. Each floor was visited and Poppy was happy he wasn't squeamish.
He glanced at the clock and smirked ... 8:45.
Mrs. Crippens and her sons should be there. That's how they worked they always arrive early and load everything up. When you schedule a time with them they believe they should leave by that time not arrive at that time. The Crippens were an odd, but kind family. Harry was positive they were the reason the police came to the Dursleys' a few times, but now he realizes not much could've been done with Ms. Figg watching. The squib most likely had a back up plan to stop muggles from helping the wizard. Since he realized he was going for good he had Hedwig drop a letter on the pile of items waiting to be taken away.
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A truck with the name 'Crippen's Recycle and Delivery' rolled into Privet Drive and stopped.
An old woman with her white hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a leather jacket looked out over the steering wheel at the lawn on the 4th house on the street and smirked, "Looks like Petunia took my advice and dumped the ugly décor. ALRIGHT BOYS! LOAD UP!" She heard two men hop out of the back of the truck and saw her burley sons start picking up the rolled up rug. "That rug rat better be alright." She was always concerned about the small rarely seen child at the Dursleys, but her several attempts to get the cops involved strangely failed. It didn't stop her from checking up on him under the guise as a friend just stopping by to chat to Petunia. The bitch was a friend of her daughter's so she had an excuse ... sort of. Sally Crippens is just tolerant of the pompous bitch not a friend. Of course, if the older woman knew about any scars, beatings, the cupboard bedroom or how old Harry really was she would've kidnapped him years ago.
"Oi Ma! The skinny squirt left a letter for you!" The one son carrying the trunk handed over the letter to his mother.
Mrs. Crippens took the letter and read it. She burst out laughing, "Our little rug rat grew a spine, a big set of brass balls and got away! That kid could be a Crippens with that attitude! ... and he wants Sally to at least burn the suitcase and what's inside! Lucky for him Sally's in a burning phase. Hope she sends a video of that rug burning." She cackled.
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Shake it, Bake it, Brew it
FanfictionBetween trauma after being attacked by Quirrell, harsh comments from Snape and being told he has to go back to the Durselys, Harry has had enough. This summer he starts kicking back and watches as Dumbledore's carefully laid plans for him crumble ...
