This was both a curse and a blessing for Harry, as it gave him a chance to spend time with Lizzy but it also meant that he couldn�t get any food for the week, so he and Lizzy would have had to starve, except that Mrs K had taken them in for dinner.
Elisabeth and Alexander were both elven now and Harry was expecting Lizzy�s Hogwarts letter any day now, as it was the summer holidays. It had been Harry�s birthday a few days before and Mrs K had insisted that he come round for a birthday dinner.
So they were now sitting at the table eating a curry that Harry had insisted on making for them. He had claimed that he wanted to see if you could still make a meal like he use too. So far no one had complained so he was taking that as a good sign.
Lizzy had taken the news of magic surprisingly well. She would occasionally come up with some strange question to ask him about magic, which he would try to answer but sometimes he would wish that he had Hermione, the walking fact finder, around to help him.
One thing he was dreading particularly was going to Diagon Alley to get Lizzy�s books. He was hoping that he wouldn�t meet anyone he knew but at the same time wishing that he would. Even if he didn�t speak to them he would like to see a familiar face. Even worse would be someone recognising him as �The-Boy-Who-Lived� that would be a disaster.
Harry forced himself to stop thinking about it. He was going to enjoy himself for once and enjoy his remaining time with Lizzy.
�So Harry, how is your latest job search going?� Mrs K asked.
Harry sighed, �It�s a disaster, I went for the interview and someone stopped me in the hallway, told me to get out and that whores belong in the back streets not an office building.�
�Have you tried that Drill place Grunnings, I think it�s called.�
�Definitely not, my uncle use to work there and could be still. If he saw me or found out what I am he would chuck a fit, then he would be over the moon but still I won�t give him the satisfaction.�
The conversation turned to the kids school work, but Harry was distracted by a noise outside. He got up to investigate and told the group he would be back in a moment.
He opened the back door and was about to exit the house when a bright white bird flew past him into the house, followed closely by another brown bird.
Harry raced back inside after the birds, guessing that they were owls and hoping that Mrs K didn�t notice the letters they might be carrying.
But as luck would have it he was too late. The two owls were sitting on the table and the three people were looking at them in shock.
�Harry, there are two owls on my kitchen table. Why?� Mrs K asked, leaning away from the table.
�Why are you asking me? What could possibly make you think that I would have anything to do with this?� Harry asked trying to look as innocent as possible, while thinking of whys he could explain this.
�Because you don�t look half as shocked as the rest of us.�
Harry couldn�t think of a reply so he walked over to the owls and help out his arm to the closest one. The bird flow over and landed on his arm before holding out its leg which had a letter on it.
�You should know better, flying into a Muggle house with a letter, stupid bird,� Harry muttered under his breath, earning himself a peck on the arm for his troubles.
He finally managed to get the letter off of the owls leg and the bird returned to its spot on the table. The other white owl took its place and Harry removed the other letter.
Once the birds were back on the table and Harry had the letters, he unfolded them to read the names.
Mr Alexander Kane.
2nd bedroom, on the 2nd floor.
53, Beeswax road,
London, ENGLAND.
Miss Elisabeth Evans
Flat 5d
2b May Street,
London, ENGLAND.
Harry smiled, both addresses were written in Emerald green ink on parchment, exactly the same as his own Hogwarts letter.
�Some things never change,� he quipped, with a small chuckle.
�Well, what are they, Harry.� Mrs K asked.
�They are letters, to Alex and Lizzy.� He said handing them to the respective children.
Lizzy read the front and then opened it, a bright smile lit up her face as she read the first few lines. She squealed and ran forward to hug her father, who lifted her into the air and spun her around.
�I�m going to Hogwarts.� She told him, even though he didn�t need to be told.
Alex in the mean time had opened the letter and was reading it with a confused look on his face, his mother was reading over his shoulder with an equally confused look.
�Harry care to explain?� Mrs K asked.
�Yeah this is weird. Hogwarts, Wizardry, Magic? This is a joke right?� Alex said.
�No, it�s true, I went there myself.� Harry told them, setting his daughter back on her feet.
�But you said you had no upper education.�
�I have none that I can tell anyone about. I mean who would believe me if my resume said, 6.5 years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.�
�You�re drunk!� Mrs K accused him.
�No, you know I don�t drink, I can barely afford to eat let along buy alcohol.�
�Ok then, you have 2 minutes to prove to me that this isn�t a hoax.� She snapped, starting to lose her patience.
Harry and Lizzy exchanged a knowing smile and she moved away from her father. As soon as she was far enough away, Harry turned into his horse form.
Mrs K gave a small scream of surprise and Alex gave a loud exclamation of �Wicked�.
Harry decided that they believed him now and he changed back.
�Believe me now?�
Mrs K stared at him for a moment, clearly shocked.
�How�how did you do that?�
�It�s magic!� Lizzy said. �Isn�t it amazing, Dad only told me a few months ago and I was so shocked, at first I didn�t believe him either but then he did the horse thing and there was no way I couldn�t believe him, I mean there was a bloody horse in our flat.�
�Language Lizzy!� Harry snapped.
Mrs K stared at them for a while, then turned to leave the room.
�Where are you going?� Harry asked as she left.
�To bed, I�m obviously so tired I�m hallucinating.�
Harry and Lizzy laughed as she left and Harry ushered the other two out of the room. He told them to go to bed as well and that they would finish the discussion in the morning.