Full Circle(Tomarry)

Chapter 13.

All throughout the train ride back to Hogwarts and dinner, all everyone could talk about was Bellatrix's now infamous Hogwarts break-in. How did she do it? Why? Everyone wondered, though some eyes strayed towards Harry, wondering if she was aiming for revenge.

Of course, all talk around Harry quieted once people noticed that he was drinking his pumpkin juice from a rather peculiar goblet.

"Harry," Justin hesitantly said, "your cup is different." Beside Justin, Ernie and Susan squinted at the embossed leaves and finely wrought handles on the golden cup.

"It was a Christmas present," Harry proudly turned the cup and displayed the badger for everyone to see. "It's rather nice, isn't it?"

"Helga Hufflepuff's cup!" The Fat Friar cheerfully called out from where he drifted a few feet above. "My my, Little Potter, I think that's the real thing!"

Everyone heard it. Heads snapped to the Hufflepuff table and people rose to get a better peek at the legendary cup, because of course Harry Potter found another historical artifact. A few seats away, a shocked Zacharias Smith fell to the floor in his haste to get out of his seat and scramble towards him. Colin Creevey snapped a picture of the boy almost instinctively, and Harry had never been more proud.

"Someone must really like you to give you that as a Christmas present," Hannah muttered, faintly incredulous.

"That-" Zacharias sputtered furiously, face red and blotchy, "that doesn't belong to you!"

Harry grinned wider.

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To Zacharias' disappointment, his family opted to let the cup stay in Harry's trustworthy hands. Finders keepers, as they said. Grandmother Smith in particular seemed very grateful to Harry and the mystery gifter for the rediscovery considering how their family had lost it in the first place.

"Terrible business it was," the old matriarch clicked her tongue, "I told Hepzibah to stop telling everyone our family had it but she was too confident in her ability to hide it. Didn't even tell us where she kept it hidden. Then what happens? She shows it to the wrong man and pays the price for it."

Harry, who knew the entire story from Tom himself, did his best to keep a straight face.

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"I think Lady Smith likes me," Harry beamed at his friends at breakfast a week later, showing them a new letter from the woman, pictures of her grandchildren and grandnieces attached. "She's trying to set me up with one of her family members."

"Getting betrothal contracts thrown at you already, Harry?" Cedric sympathetically asked a few seats down the Hufflepuff table.

Ron snorted. "A little too late now, don't ya think?"

"I have a type," Harry declared nonchalantly, and by lunchtime the rumor on the grapevine evolved from Harry having a "type" to Harry having found a lover in Italy over Christmas break that he was to wed after the semester ended. Nevermind that he's still only thirteen and the practice of marrying young ended centuries ago.

"What's your type, Harry?" Tom purred over the mirror that night, and Harry was more amazed of how the news travelled so fast rather than the fact that someone gossiped with Tom. Harry bet it was Neville.