Chapter 200

Upon waking on the morning of their tenth day under time dilation, Frank and Alice had only just moved to their 'recliners' when one of their two Healers, the physiotherapist one, walked in with a smile on his face.

"You've received mail," he said.

Receiving the letter, Frank glanced at it and said to Alice, "It's from the young Lord Potter - Harry. This was obviously sent on the evening of the first full day outside; so, don't expect much."

Frank quickly opened the letter to find 'don't expect much' was wrong. It might not have been anywhere near as long as the previous letter, which gave them a background on everything relevant that had happened since they'd been attacked, but it was long enough.

As he started to read he said to Alice, "He's timed it at fourteen hours after we were taken from Saint Mungo's. At least, that was the time when he started to write.

"Looking at the length I'd say it took him... and Hermione... about another one to two hours - half a day to a full day of time in here."

Alice patiently waited for him to read the single sheet letter by browsing through old copies of the Daily Prophet that had been brought in with them. A full month's worth had been brought in.

She read with her attention only partially on the Prophet article she was trying, and failing, to read and recall. Her real attention was actually on her husband's facial reactions to what he was reading. Pride, anger, joy, consternation, amusement all flittered across his face. He even chuckled a few times.

When he'd finished he sat back with a look of concerned relief on his face before he then passed the letter to his wife.

"He's given us a long background on his friendship and interaction with Neville," he said, handing the letter over. "Plus, much more."

Without a word, Alice eagerly accepted the letter and began to read.

When she finished, she set the letter down on the low table between their recliners.

"Frank?" she asked.

"Yes, dear?"

"Young Harry is to get anything he wants - forever," she firmly stated.

"Yes, dear," said Frank, still reviewing the letter in his mind and in full agreement.

"As for your mother..." she almost snarled, spitting out the last word.

"We will be going with the young Lord Potter's plan," he firmly returned. "He deserves our support in that. And mother deserves the... very loud and verbal public spanking she's receives from me, with it."

"Good," Alice firmly, almost viciously, agreed. "Then, when we get her back to the Hall, she gets another one from me."

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Though Harry now knew Dobby had somehow tagged him with an elvish monitoring charm he couldn't locate or dispel, he still tried to beat the little elf down to cook breakfast. He quickly and quietly dressed, not even bothering with a shower first, before racing as silently as he could down to the kitchen.

He hadn't beaten him yet, but considered the challenge of doing so not yet ended. He also knew Dobby, though he wouldn't say anything, thought it hilarious.

He was greeted by a smirking house elf, who stood in the middle of the kitchen floor with its arms crossed looking up at him while holding a pair of kitchen tongs. He heard the sound of sizzling bacon, smelled waffles being cooked and saw a pot containing scrambled eggs on the stove, among others.

When he sighed, that smirk on the elf turned into a mischievous grin.

He took a quick trip around the various dishes being prepared, checking them - even the tea was currently steeping - and turned a resigned pout on his elf. "Fiiiine," he sulked.

Not saying a word and not altering his expression one whit, Dobby just pointed with the pair of tongs towards the dinette.

As Harry walked out past the counter he said, "I could always fire you, you know!"

He and Dobby both knew the threat was an empty one. And Harry never threatened 'clothes'.

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Harry had been about to sit at the small table before he decided that, since his plan didn't work, he'd go and have a shower now. He knew Dobby would simply put everything under stasis until everyone was ready for breakfast.

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