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Bonus 3. Part 2

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Harold wasn't found on the balcony of the orphanage director's office until the next day. He was savoring the wine from the glass in his hand, a sip at a time, and watching the children fidget in the sandbox with a thoughtful smile on his face, their timid attempts to get acquainted, their first hesitant games together. He seemed pleased.

You escaped from the journalists again," Thomas said, sighing over the failed little revenge, as he stepped out onto the balcony. Resting his hands on the railing, he also looked down at the children. Eh, if someone had been as concerned about his own well-being in his time... A lot of things would have been different. But he wouldn't be what he became.

- Daphne and her son wanted to show off in front of them, and I didn't get in the way. My presence outshines them in name alone," Harold grinned at his thoughts. There was silence hanging on the balcony for a while as the men watched the toddlers frolicking, under Luna's control. But Potter broke the silence after all:" It's a strange feeling, isn't it? Like you're doing something really right, but when you finish the job, you feel devastated, like it's not the end of the job, but the end of something bigger...

- A life's work? - Thomas suggested. He himself felt something that he could not explain in words. There was a feeling that the orphanage was the first worthwhile business he'd ever done in his long life. It was as if he had been going all his life to open the orphanage, or that this event was the meaning, the purpose of his life. And once the goal was fulfilled, life, as it were, lost its meaning. Which, of course, was not the case. There, he understood what Harold was talking about: strange feelings indeed.

Potter nodded, too. - Your work is just beginning," Thomas grinned without a trace of sympathy.

- That's right," Potter sighed. - That's right. Will you be godfather to my youngest daughter? - he suddenly asked, turning to face his former enemy and smiling slyly.

It took Lord Gont a few moments of realization before he showed interest and surprise, "You have a whole congregation of candidates, and you offer a former enemy. Don't you think that's crazy?

- It's crazy to suggest that to one of your friends," Potter snorted skeptically. - You're an odd choice. But it will be accepted more easily. When Draco became Charlotte's godfather, half the congregation resented me for a year because I didn't choose them for godfather. And I asked him, too, because before that, Draco had been sulking at me for eight years because I hadn't made him godfather for my son.

- Gont laughed out loud, drawing the attention of Luna and the children. There they were, the problems of having lots of friends and confidants.

- Malfoy was puffed up with pride afterward. I remember him parading around the British Ministry of Magic as if he'd been awarded the Order of Merlin," Thomas remembered.

Harold didn't know that hundreds of people were betting on who he would choose to be godfather to his first daughter. The same thing was probably going on in his congregation now, but Gont probably didn't know that: he'd been too busy these past few days.

- He's a Malfoy," Harry snorted dismissively, and agreed. - Wouldn't you agree? - he clarified.

- On one condition," Thomas nodded.

Potter looked at him with interest, and he didn't pull the cat's crotch. He wondered what he would do to make him godfather to his youngest daughter.

And he had a good price: You will give me permission to hit on Daphne...

Harold choked on his wine, coughed, and almost fell off the third-floor balcony. He would probably have broken his neck and the world would have been torn with desires to kill Thomas or make him a hero. But Lord Gaunt didn't want to replace his former enemy on the world stage, so he held Harold down and benignly patted him on the back to help him cough. He bravely ignored the stunned and mocking look in his green eyes...

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- Harry, can you explain to me what's going on? - Daphne burst into his office, as usual, without knocking or warning.

Well, Harold had gotten used to more than that over the years. He'd been pulled away from things so often it was hard to see how he'd ever managed anything. This time, though, he was just lazily poring over invitations to various scientific and not only scientific conventions. He was even happy to be distracted. But reading the next letter, and only made a questioning mumbling: - Hmm?

- The Dark Lord gave me rare flowers today," Daphne informed her brother, pursing her lips in sheer incomprehension of what had happened. - I hooked Hermione up, and we learned that these flowers only grow in the mountains, where the wild dragons live. Usually they grow in their nests, and they bloom when dragons lay eggs..."

"You mean Gont fought a dragon to get you flowers? - Potter laughed merrily, the image of Thomas crawling on the crawl, trying to get close to the nest and the flowers. - Oh, he's a romantic. That must be appreciated. - Harold was amused, though he was surprised: he hadn't expected such an unusual act from Gaunt. It was more his style to pay attention to him in a formal and luxurious way, rather than bouquets of wild mountain flowers, for which he had to fight. The truth that it was possible to negotiate with dragons in serpentine language, Potter did not tell his sister. Why spoil the impression of an extremely unusual Gonta!

And found a way not only to impress, but to hook the Potter girl from the first time! And also he, Harold, was called a rascal... And he saw that Daphne was ready to graciously accept the unexpected advances of Thomas. And yet simple mages and aristocrats, including royalty, were afraid to approach her, even having the nerve to count on the approval of the courtship from the head of her family.

Pfft! As if he could approve of anyone of their kind as a groom!

"Fury Potter" - as Daphne was called behind her eyes - was ready to jinx any man who tried to even just talk to her. But the former Dark Lord, a descendant of Slytherin himself and the current Grey Cardinal of magical England was another matter entirely. Either that flattered her ego, or she was only worthy of someone equal to her brother, i.e. Harold. And Potter Sr.'s equal was known to be the only person in the whole world...

- He didn't pick them. He dug them up and gave them to me alive," Daphne clarified, "in a pot.

- Potter was about to burst into laughter, which gave himself away. Well, he did, or maybe he just knew him too well.

"Harold James Patrick Nicholas Potter! I can tell by your greasy smile that you know what's going on.

- Harry let out a muffled chuckle and tried to put a lean expression on his face.

- Bear with me, sister," he asked in a mock mournful voice. - I had to sacrifice you in the name of communal peace. - Harold was proud of himself, for he hadn't even lied or exaggerated! If Thomas had not agreed to be godfather to his young, unborn daughter, he would have had to ask someone in the community to do so, and the days of peace would have ended safely there. Of course, he could have asked his eighteen-year-old son or one of his older godchildren, but... he wanted someone more experienced, older. - It's a forced measure and..."

"All right," Daphne said slowly, interrupting her brother's game. - What am I supposed to do?

- Do what? - Harry jumped up and down in his chair in a picture of surprise. - Thank the noble knight with a kiss, of course. He risked his life to let you see those flowers!

- Are you still joking? - Miss Potter, who'd lost her placid mood in a moment, grumbled coldly. - But-but-but we'll see who has the last laugh..." And with a wry look in her brother's eyes that promised misfortune, she gave a proud chin lift and left the room with a swift stride, slamming the door loudly as she left.

Harold leaned back in his chair and laughed slyly and said, "Well, of course I'll be the last one to laugh. As if there was ever any other way," he snorted. - If I wasn't Potter.

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Six months later... - Well, Brother-in-law, didn't you expect such a gift from your wife? - Thomas asked mockingly. Half an hour ago his own wife had told him it was either her or his beloved gramophone. And, knowing his wife's true Potter character, Lord Gont had to choose: the gramophone now rested at the bottom of the sea, and heavy rock was playing in his house. T

o make amends for the loss of a close friend, he went to Harold's... Well, to get some of the Potters' nerve. Harry was in a strangely melancholic state, but he accepted his son-in-law as his own. - "Second daughter this and second daughter that..." - Gont mocked Potter. - Harold stared at the invisible dot on the wall with a blank stare.

But that didn't mean that he couldn't think straight or think straight...

Аnd you expected that of yours? Just married and my sister's carrying two of your heirs in her!

- Harold and Thomas looked at each other and sighed understandingly, equally sorrowfully. In the silence, someone laughed very nervously, even murderously: "Ha. Ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha-ha. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha," came a resounding laugh in the silence...

Yes, it was Potter who laughed last...

CENTS

End of this project.

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Hi all. It's time to tell you about this fanfic (project).

This is an original Harry Potter fanfic, and it's being written in Russian.

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I initially didn't pay attention to the text in English, as everything was supposed to be normal. But after a certain chapter, I paid attention to the text. I noticed that for some unknown reason the text was not divided at all and was not edited at all, although everything was edited originally.

I looked into the problem and found two reasons. The reasons were the translator and the webnovel website. The translator was cutting a lot of indentation between the texts. And the webnovel website was making the entire text joined together.

After discovering this, I started fixing it as best I could.