A/N: General disclaimers and all that jazz. Thank you to all of you that reviewed and I took the comments to heart. A few changes were made to the first chapter except one.

Will you join me for a picnic with Harry and his mysterious lover?

The sun filtered through the branches of the large willow tree and warmed the young couple lounging in the comfortable, hand-woven hammock set up between two of the trees larger branches. Harry lay on his back, one arm behind his head and he stroked his girlfriend's lower back with his other hand. Elizabeth rested on top of him, face buried in the crook of his neck and both arms holding onto Harry around his middle. Harry's friends would arrive in a few moments to the Grimmauld Place, but Harry had spirited Elizabeth away from Sirius, Lupin and Amelia Bones to the enchantment Harry had created in the backyard and Sirius worked with the other two adults in the master's study on some piece of legislation.

"How about we just disappear for the day and not suffer through all the interrogations, questions and stares from all my friends?"

"Yeah no. The last three times you were supposed to introduce me to your friends we just 'disappeared'. Not happening this time."

"Can't blame me for trying."

Elizabeth snorted but didn't move and Harry accepted the fact that he would have to share one of his rare days off (especially with Elizabeth) with his friends.

"Is everyone coming today?"

This time Harry snorted in disbelief.

"Yeah, like I could keep them all away once I mentioned that you would be here. Let's see, Hermione, Ron, Neville, Luna, Daphne, Tracey, Astoria, Ginny, the Weasley twins, Dean and Fleur should all be coming. You've already met Sirius, Amelia and Lupin."

The sound of the back door opening at the start of the enchantment and voices walking up the path broke the lazy silence. Harry sighed and sat up, but Elizabeth still dozed on his chest. Harry rolled his eyes and tickled her sides. Elizabeth squirmed and shrieked. She broke away from Harry and glared at him from underneath her slightly mussed hair.

"That was not nice."

"I thought ladies didn't make improper noises?"

Elizabeth huffed and blew a strand of hair out of her face. Harry chuckled, stood up, and offered his hand to his girlfriend. Elizabeth took it with a small smile and both young magicals straightened their appearances as the voices came closer.

Hermione laughed at a remark from George Weasley and opened the backdoor that led to the Grimmauld Place's backyard. Hermione had been back here a few times, but it was nothing worth looking at or that large. Certainly, not big enough to hold all the gathered friends.

"Oh wow."

Hermione agreed with Susan's sentiment as she spun in slow circles and tried to take in as much as she could of the not-quite-the-same-backyard that she was used to. The first thing that struck Hermione was the overwhelming sense of peace and ease in the landscape. All sorts of forest life fluttered about and the towering oak trees framed a well-kept path.

"Where are we? Did we leave the Black Manor?"

"This is one of Harry's enchantments and something that he works on when he's training under our master enchanter. Landscapes and hideaways are something that Harry is quite good at creating."

At one-point Hermione, would have been jealous of the fact that Luna knew more about Harry than she did, but Luna worked with Harry more closely than anyone else other than Dean Thomas. The Gryffindor bookworm recognised the sensation of enchantment, but the enchantment itself was so seamless Hermione didn't know what to think.

Neville led the way forward as Luna spoke and the medium sized group followed behind the young lord. The farther the group walked up the pathway the more Hermione fell in love with the enchantment and she tried to memorize every detail. The group rounded the corner and Hermione saw Harry facing away from them and he slipped on a muted grey button down. He turned sideways suddenly, and Hermione caught her first glimpse of the young woman that took up so much of her best friend's time.

"She's not what I expected…"

"Wow, she is gorgeous…"

"No way! Harry's dating a Mortez-Sinclair?!"

Hermione turned to Tracey Davis and raised an eyebrow at the normally unflappable witch. Tracey blushed and closed her mouth. Harry's girlfriend knocked Harry's hands away from his shirt, said something that made Harry's body shake with laughter and his witch finished buttoning his shirt. By this time everyone walked up to the couple and Harry turned to face his friends.

"Hello, you group of misguided misfits. Welcome to Ellie's Forest."

"Manner's Harry. These are your friends after all."

Hermione smiled as Harry's raven-haired girlfriend straightened Harry's shirt collar and turned to face everyone even as she chastised him. The odd, unique colour of her eyes made Hermione gasp and the other witch locked gazes with Hermione. While Harry's eyes were, a brilliant emerald green and seemed to pulse with his life and power, his girlfriend's eyes were a bewitching mixture of pink. Purple. Maybe pink?

"Hermione if you stare any harder I'll start to think that you bat for the other team. Yes, Elizabeth's eyes are purple."

"Oh, I'm sorry! That was rude of me. It's nice to finally meet you Elizabeth, I'm Hermione."

Elizabeth graciously accepted Hermione's outstretched hand and smiled. The other witch's eyes were an eccentric colour, but her irises swirled with latent power. Daphne and Astoria brushed past Hermione, a non-verbal cue that she was staring again, and introduced themselves to Harry's girlfriend. In pairs or individually the others introduced themselves to Elizabeth Mortez-Sinclair.

"Why don't all of you join Harry and I in the meadow and we can talk over lunch?"

"Just how big is this enchantment?!"

"Yeah and how long will the enchantment last?"

Hermione couldn't stop her outburst as Elizabeth motioned deeper into the enchantment. George Weasley asked a question as well but Harry didn't say anything and Elizabeth hugged Harry's arm with pride. The happy couple led the way past a hammock and around another corner. The tree line broke, and a story-book meadow appeared, complete with picnic tents, tables and food.

"Harry has worked hard to make sure that the meadow will be comfortably big enough and last long enough for all of us to have a pleasant afternoon."

"Wait, does that mean that the food is enchanted too?"

"Here. Taste and you tell me."

The group stopped as Harry reached up, grabbed an apple off a tree, and tossed the ruby red fruit to Hermione. Everyone watched as Hermione took a bite and the smartest witch of this generation made a noise of surprise.

"This is unreal! How did you make the food taste real?"

True to form Harry simply smiled and led the way over to the tents. Hermione tried to maneuver so she could sit next to Harry but Luna wormed her way through the mass of bodies and sat down next to Harry. As Hermione tried to sit down next to Harry's girlfriend a smirking Susan sat down next to Elizabeth with a flourish and wink at Hermione. Before the seat was taken Hermione sat down next to Susan. Tracey, Daphne, and Astoria sat down in unison across from Harry and Elizabeth and everyone else snagged the remaining seats.

"I think it goes without saying that you have much to come clean about Harry and not only with your lady friend here. You have been playing many cards close to your chest and I think now would be a good time to show your hand."

Hermione bit her lip at Amelia Bones words and looked over at Harry. The man-who-won stopped twirling a goblet on the table and looked back at Amelia with a piercing stare. The Minister of Magic didn't flinch and returned Harry's stare with a cool one of her own. Elizabeth nudged Harry in the side after a long moment and Harry looked at his girlfriend. The couple had a silent conversation with their eyes and Harry looked back at Amelia. The older magicals; Sirius, Amelia and Remus had arrived just as the younger magicals sat down at the table.

"There will be a day where all will be made clear and I'll lay all my 'cards' down on the table so to speak. But today is not that day. I will, excuse me, we will answer some questions you have about us though."

"Oh, I like you already Elizabeth."

"And why is that Susan?"

Hermione looked away from how comfortable and cozy Harry and Elizabeth looked sitting next to each other and looked over at Susan when the up and coming singer spoke. Susan smirked as she drank from her goblet and Elizabeth responded with good grace.

"Our darling Harry here doesn't give us the opportunity to simply ask questions and he's being gracious right now because he doesn't want to look bad in front of you."

"Hey, I'm always gracious Susan."

"Most of the time Harry but you are rather secretive."

Fred and George looked down at their watches at the same time and both grimaced. They stood up and looked at the newly revealed couple apologetically.

"We apologise to everyone but an emergency at one of our properties requires our attention. Harry, keep an eye out for a letter from us."

Harry stood up and motioned back down the path where Hermione knew the back door to the Black Manor to be. The three wizards disappeared around the bend and a silence settled over the table. Astoria leaned forward across the table and looked at Elizabeth.

"I think the most obvious question is how did you and Harry meet?"

"Over lunch during a hostile business takeover."

Whatever answer Hermione had been expecting, Elizabeth's cool, calm answer was definitely not it. Harry sat back down at that moment and looked around at everyone's shocked faces.

"What did I miss?"

"I just told them how we met."

"Ah, yeah, that would do it."

"The Montez-Sinclair family is a business conglomerate. Which business or company did you take over?"

Hermione saw the hungry gleam in Tracey's eyes and for the hundredth-time Hermione wondered if being a lawyer was Tracey's only profession. Elizabeth took a sip from her goblet, set it down and looked at Tracey across the table.

"My grandfather was in the process of just taking over the fifth biggest import and export company on the south-east coast and Harry was there with his mentor to meet with my grandfather as soon as the business meeting was done."

"Wait, which one of Harry's mentors? The Aurors or the enchanter?"

"Who's to say both weren't there?"

Harry's comment drew some chuckles but when no one spoke up to acknowledge or refute his comment Hermione rolled her eyes. Elizabeth was the only one who could say something, but she remained silent and played with the fingers of Harry's left hand.

"But how did you and Harry meet specifically?"

Hermione never knew that Tracey had such persistence and the dark-haired witch was like a dog with a bone with her line of questioning.

"Someone from my family suffers from a debilitating medical condition and Harry's mentor has been contracted with other professions to help solve or cure the condition. Harry's mentor was providing an update to my grandfather and to introduce Harry to my grandfather as well."

"And I will speak for Elizabeth and say the nature of which will remain private."

"Hey now!"

"Oh c'mon."

The fact that Harry didn't want to speak about the nature of his initial conversation with Elizabeth didn't surprise Hermione and she smiled as Harry defended himself from curious friends.

Since when does a date consist of dancing, sarcasm and political intrigue? And must you flirt with the Dragon Queen?

"Tell me why I am here again?"

"Because you love me."

Harry grumbled as his new girlfriend led him through the crowd of high-powered witches and wizards and he felt like a goldfish. Having defeated Riddle not too long ago, his latest title of 'boy-who-won' still carried an astronomical amount of attention and fanfare and coupled with the fact that he was formally courting one Elizabeth Montez-Sinclair…the attention on them was excruciating.

"That-"

"…is entirely accurate and you know that I love you too. Otherwise I wouldn't have let you ask papa to date me."

Harry paled slightly at the memory and Elizabeth snickered. She stepped in front of him and adjusted his black silk bowtie. The colour and fabric matched his classic black tuxedo and contrasted well against the striking whiteness of his button-down shirt. He didn't like dressing up but at least his attire was better than those damn dress robes and it made Elizabeth happy.

"I'm not a dress up doll Elizabeth."

"You're right, you're far too uptight and that scowl of yours is going to frighten away anyone that gets too close."

Harry sighed at Elizabeth's sarcastic quip and relaxed. This night was important for the both of them and as much as he despised 'glad-hand' events, tonight needed to run smoothly. Elizabeth smoothed out the lapels of his tuxedo and smiled as she must have felt him relax. She patted his chest, her hand lingering for a few seconds too long and took his arm once again.

"Have I mentioned how absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking that you look tonight?"

"Flattery won't change my disappointment at how boorish you are acting."

One might have been deterred at Elizabeth's words, but Harry just kissed the top of her head and stopped a waiter to snag some drinks. He scanned them with his glasses, took a quick sip and then handed one to Elizabeth. She thanked him, and the young couple scanned the crowd. Under the guise of an art auction the richest of the rich and the most powerful politicians and businessmen met to 'mingle'. Harry scoffed at the thought, knowing full well that these events were set up so back room deals could be made, and he had attended quite a few of them with his newfound hero status.

"Harry Potter, the man-who-won. I was hoping that you would be here tonight."

The sensual, powerful voice caused Harry to draw up to his full height and he made sure to hold Elizabeth inappropriately close as he turned them around. His girlfriend ignored his inappropriate act and sidled that much closer until her every curve pressed into his side. The action caused Harry to smirk, as he was well-aware of what Elizabeth thought of the woman the voice belonged to.

"Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen, I was expecting a more dramatic entrance from you earlier."

The statuesque and stunning silver-haired blonde woman stood regally in front of him and her hands were clasped in front of her. She and Elizabeth were about the same height and both their interesting coloured eyes flashed as they greeted one another with a nod. The animosity between the two women always made Harry chuckle on the inside and he settled in for an epic catfight.

"I did think about riding in on Drogon, but it is my understanding that dragons are not appreciated well in this region and I did have to bring a small entourage. I cannot be everywhere tonight, and my influence needs to be spread to different parties this evening."

"Oh really? And who are those people that you wish to 'influence' tonight?"

"A few people here and there. No one that your father wishes to speak to and I did want to speak to Harry tonight as well."

Just like he had anticipated, the verbal catfight and underhanded insults and insinuations flew fast and furious between Elizabeth and Daenerys. Harry was well-aware that Daenerys Targaryen had no small interest in him, and in another life where he hadn't met Elizabeth first, Harry could have courted the Dragon Queen's advances. Elizabeth Montez-Sinclair had found him first however and Harry was quite content with the witch pressed into his side. The comment about Elizabeth's father caused the fist Elizabeth had on the back of his tuxedo to tighten but she didn't let out the scathing retort Harry knew she wanted to.

"Yes, my father is rather busy tonight and that is why he has tasked Harry and I to talk to the people he can't or doesn't want to."

Before Daenerys could reply to Elizabeth's rebuttal, Missandei, Daenerys' personal attendant walked up and whispered something in Daenerys' ear. Daenerys nodded and smiled at Harry.

"I'm afraid that a business matter calls me away and there is your health to consider Elizabeth. Harry, please do set aside a few moments to talk as there is a matter I think you would find most interesting."

Daenerys walked away, Missandei nodding respectfully and following the Dragon Queen. This time Harry held Elizabeth to him with his arm around her waist and he steered them to an empty alcove in the expansive decorated hall the event took place in. He swung Elizabeth around to face him and held her elbows and forearms in his hands. His girlfriend's eyes shone in the slight darkness and Harry kissed her forehead. Whatever she was about to say changed into a long exhale and she hugged Harry.

"You are mine Harry Potter and I will not share you. Especially with someone like her."

"That's fine with me. She did bring up a good point though. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. How did she know about my health issues?"

Harry hummed and held Elizabeth close for a moment. He ran his hands along the prototype enchanted bracelets she wore around her wrists and felt the steady thrum of her magic.

"You have to remember that she has her own informant web and I believe it is run by a man called The Spider. Or Lord Varys if you're not too dramatic."

"Hmm. Come on, I want to see how my papa is doing."

Elizabeth pulled Harry back into the spotlight and they made their way over to where her father stood. Elizabeth kissed his cheek and Harry nodded at the man. Conversations resumed, and Harry did his best to support either of the Montez-Sinclairs as the political intrigue never stopped.

"The darling little princess finally let you have a moment for yourself?"

"Her father wanted a private moment with her and I wanted some fresh air."

Harry didn't turn around as Daenerys Targaryen's voice floated to him and the powerful woman stopped by his side. They looked out over the balcony at the gardens below and Harry waited for the woman to speak.

"Have you considered what you will do after your schooling is finished?"

"I already have two jobs Daenerys."

Daenerys scoffed and waved her hand as if to dismiss Harry's statement.

"You took those two opportunities to learn Harry and you will grow bored being an Auror or Enchanter."

"And what is to say that the Montez-Sinclair's have not already offered me employment?"

"They probably have and what you need to learn is that major players have big dreams. Lord Sirius Black and Master Auror Mad-Eye Moody taught you what you needed to know to survive Voldemort's Second War and enough to get you into the Auror Academy. The real question is, what are you going to do with the skills and knowledge that you have?"

The amount of information that Daenerys Targaryen knew astounded Harry and he was wary with why she was so freely sharing this information with him. Moving in the circles that he was, information was just as valuable and powerful as gold and one did not just tip their hand like Daenerys did. The fact that she knew of Harry's informal and formal training (that had subsequently saved several lives like Sirius, Dean Thomas, Fred and Dumbledore) and how decisive Harry had been with it in Voldemort's Second War startled him as well.

"I pay my Lord of Whispers rather well Harry and a war hero such as yourself caught my eye. Then, when you entered into a courtship with one like Elizabeth Montez-Sinclair, I knew that you were someone I had to watch. There are very few men with the raw power and charisma that you wield to such devastating effect and I try and have those men as allies or friends."

"My papa already has plans for Harry and his remarkable talents Daenerys Targaryen."

"Why of course he does little princess. Keep an open mind Harry and I will reach out soon with further details."

Daenerys swept past and Elizabeth took her place. Harry placed his tuxedo jacket around her shoulders and took her hand in his. He took a sense of her magic and other vitals before turning her face towards him, so he could consider her enchanting eyes.

"I told you that I am fine Harry."

"The Black Breath is not something you can just brush off Elizabeth and the bracelets I designed are just prototypes. I'll feel better when I have a better design and you are wearing it."

"Ever my knight in dashing tuxedo Harry Potter. You are not supposed to be worrying about me tonight though. Have you noticed any secluded places where I can steal a few kisses?"

Harry laughed at his girlfriend's sense of humour and led her back inside. She handed him back his jacket and he put it back on. If his girlfriend wanted a little time for some canoodling, he certainly wouldn't disappoint her.

"I am throwing a party for my birthday and I was wondering if you wanted to attend? Harry thinks so highly of you after all."

Elizabeth Mortez-Sinclair straightened her sunglasses and took a deep breath as she stepped out of the private apparation point. She fixed her large black sun hat, so it covered more of her face and stepped out onto the busy street in Diagon Alley. Her bodyguards moved with her and cleared her a path, so she could walk and not be jostled by all the people.

"Hey pretty lady wants to buy your boyfriend something nice?"

"Grab last year's editions of all popular titles for discounted prices at Flourish and Botts!"

"Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes fire sale! All merchandise is half off!"

The crowded streets, the hustle and bustle and the cacophony of noises did not please Elizabeth and if her excursion outside of her family's grounds wouldn't provide her with great amusement and mischief then it would have suited her much more to send a servant. Still, the young heiress wanted to have a little bit of fun and she walked down the street behind her bodyguards. A few moments later after a brisk walk, one of her bodyguards opened the door to the prestigious offices of Gosnold & Bowen. Another of her bodyguards stepped inside the establishment and called for Elizabeth to enter as soon as he deemed the floor secure. Elizabeth stepped inside, walked up to the receptionist's desk, and took off her sunglasses. The receptionist's eyes widened as she recognised Elizabeth and immediately dropped whatever assignment she was working on.

"Ms. Mortez-Sinclair! What a pleasant surprise for you to drop in like this. What can I do for you today?"

"I would like to speak with Ms. Tracey Davis."

"Ms. Davis? Your family's lawyer has always been-"

"I am aware of who my family's lawyer is. I have asked to speak with Ms. Davis."

The receptionist closed her mouth, eyes alight with curiosity but nodded and walked down the corridor behind her where all the associates' offices were. Elizabeth sighed, took off her sunglasses, and pointed at one of her bodyguards.

"You will stay here, you will accompany me and stand outside of the room, and you will stand in Ms. Davis's office quietly. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

The receptionist returned as Elizabeth finished speaking and smiled at Elizabeth. She motioned back down the corridor she came back from and Elizabeth nodded as she followed the other woman. Her bodyguards did as instructed and Elizabeth dismissed the receptionist outside of what she assumed to be Tracey's office.

"I am perfectly capable of introducing myself and can take things from here."

The receptionist nodded and retreated down the corridor. Elizabeth knocked, and a voice called out for her to enter. One of her bodyguards opened the door and entered. After he declared the room clear, Elizabeth entered and shut the door behind her. The bodyguard stood by the side of the door and Elizabeth smiled at the two young women on the other side of the room. She recognised both women, Tracey Davis and her girlfriend Daphne Greengrass from pictures and from Harry's enchantment and held out a hand for the other women to shake.

"Ms. Mortez-Sinclair! So good to see you again so soon. What brings you here and to me specifically?"

"What my girlfriend means to say Ms. Mortez-Sinclair is please have a seat and would you like anything to drink?"

Elizabeth sat down across the desk from a slightly flustered Tracey and smiled at Daphne who had corrected Tracey's social misstep. Tracey jumped to her feet and came around the side of her desk.

"Oh my goodness I apologise for my lack of manners! Of course. Would either of you like something to drink?"

"A glass of water would be fine thanks."

Tracey nodded and hurried about her office getting the water and glasses. She handed the first to Elizabeth, then Daphne and finally sat back down again behind her desk with her own glass of water. Elizabeth took a sip and sighed as the cool liquid flowed down her throat.

"I am here of my own volition and Harry has no idea what I am planning."

"I somehow doubt that Harry doesn't know what you are planning."

Elizabeth smiled at Daphne's statement and deliberately took another sip from her water as she looked over the rim of her glass at Daphne. The statuesque model raised an eyebrow and set her glass of water down on the table.

"Miss Mortez-Sinclair, one of the things that fascinates me so about Harry is that he has a finger on the pulse of absolutely everything going on in his friends lives. He takes care of all of us, because it's in his nature to do so and because he places such a high emphasis on the word 'friend' we are a rather powerful group of people. I am not dismissing the trials and triumphs of the others in our rather exclusive group, but we cannot kid ourselves and say that we have gotten to where we are right now on our own. Harry has worked without ceasing to open doors for us and in return for this show of unselfish gratitude we support him and stand by him."

"So, what you're saying is that you and your girlfriend have already alerted Harry that I am here?"

Tracey waggled her fingers and Daphne's smirk deepened. Elizabeth crossed her legs again and smoothed out her dress. While not against seeing her boyfriend, Elizabeth did want to have her fun and his charming smile could deter that.

"I expect such loyalty from servants or hired help. To see it displayed freely and without thinking of the consequences between friends is something else entirely."

Tracey's brow furrowed, and she went to say something, but Daphne held up a hand. Elizabeth realised how her words could have been misconstrued and stood up.

"I did not mean to insult you Ms. Davis. I do not have many friends that are not part of the same social or even financial circles as myself. Harry has been showing me a different way to do things and it is hard to go against years of upbringing and…well I imagine you know what I am talking about."

"Of course Ms. Montez-Sinclair."

Daphne Greengrass had all the earmarks of a traditional high-born lady and she wielded her social graces and charms beautifully. Tracey Davis nodded but Elizabeth knew that her darling Harry had elevated the Davis family with his strong friendship to Tracey Davis. The differences between the two lovers was obvious as Elizabeth and Daphne came from a different upbringing than Tracey. Still, the young women in front of her were of suitable character and Harry cherished both of them.

"You may call me by my first name, Elizabeth, when we are alone or in private. Harry calls you both his friends and I would like it if I could do the same."

"Then as friends, please call us by our first names too. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth fixed her dress, folded her hands primly in her lap and a small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Daphne stood behind Tracey and Elizabeth watched as she gripped Tracey's shoulder. It would appear that Daphne didn't want Tracey making any more social missteps and would be the one to do the talking.

"I am having a small celebration for my birthday as I will be of age and I wanted to personally extend you two an invitation."

Silence met her statement, but Elizabeth was not deterred and waited for the other witches to speak. Both witches looked gob smacked but Daphne recovered quicker and she nodded with a gracious smile.

"Thank you for the invitation Elizabeth and we will both attend your party. Happy early birthday."

"Thank you. Now, since my Harry knows that I am out and about, I must be going to my next appointment. Thank you for accepting my visit and my birthday invitation. Good day."

"You're welcome and thank you as well. Enjoy the rest of your day."

With the departing niceties out of the way, Elizabeth stood and left Tracey's office. Her bodyguards fell in around her, they left the law offices and Elizabeth walked towards the Weasley twins shop. The hustle and bustle of the famous alley pressed in on Elizabeth, but she righted herself and entered the equally busy Weasley joke shop. Merchandise of all types hollered at her or visually drew her attention in some fashion. She pushed through the customers and stood in front of the front sales desk. Fred and George Weasley effortlessly sorted through the myriad of customers and injected their trademark twin humour wherever and whenever they could.

"We can get their attention if you want miss."

Elizabeth held up a hand to signal for her bodyguard to wait and not a moment later Fred Weasley looked up. His eyes widened like a cartoon and his mouth dropped open when he recognised her. He jabbed his twin and pointed at her with his chin when George glared at his brother. The other Weasley twin had the same reaction and with hastily made apologies the twins were on the other side of the counter.

"Miss Montez-Sinclair! To what do we humble shop owners…"

"…owe the pleasure of you gracing our shop…"

"…with your gorgeous presence?"

Harry had warned her about the twin's tendency to start and finish each other's sentences, but it still amused her all the same.

"Is there a place where we can talk in private?"

"Yes, right this way milady."

George led Elizabeth over to a semi-hidden stairway and up into a second story loft- style office. Her darling Harry's influence was all over the room and the changed demeanor and tone of Fred and George were marks of Harry's training as well. It seemed that Daphne and Tracey's words about the extent of the care and training that Harry gave his friends were true as Fred pulled out a chair for her to sit in. She sat, the twins sat across from her and Elizabeth adjusted the hemline of her expensive dress.

"What can we do for you miss?"

"I am celebrating my birthday soon and I wanted to extend you both an invitation. Harry thinks quite highly of you two and I want him to enjoy the evening as much as he can."

George and Fred shook their heads as if coming out of a daze and they pointed to themselves. The dramatic flair was a little much for Elizabeth, but the twins did have a certain amount of charm and she snapped her fingers. One of her bodyguards stepped forward and placed an invitation on the Weasley twins desk. Elizabeth stood and walked to the door.

"For security purposes the portkey won't activate until fifteen minutes prior to my celebration starting. I know that you like your jokes but please wear something appropriate. Have a good day."

Elizabeth walked back downstairs and left the shop. Her time away from her family's home had come to an end and she wanted to get out of the public's eye. The remaining invitations to the Patil twins, Susan Bones, Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour would be mailed.

"Come, we are returning home. There are festivities to plan after all."

A/N 2: This story is now marked complete because if I don't, I will turn it into a full-fledged multi-chapter story and I don't want to do that. As always you if you have questions, comments or concerns feel free to PM me or drop a review.