As both then popped away, he turned to her and said, "See? All fixed. Even if it's after curfew, you can call for Dobby or Betsy and one will come to you. If necessary, they can then elf-pop you up to our apartment.
"There is really no need for you to miss your big sister just because your father and I employed some legal chicanery to protect her."
He did not see the look that passed between Hermione and Daphne; nor noticed the look on Adeline's face as she did see it.
"I especially want you to do that if you feel threatened down there, alright?" he asked.
She nodded back with tears starting to well in her eyes.
Looking back to Daphne he asked, "How's the tingling? If it gets to be too much you should ask medi-wizard Robinson for a sleeping draught to help you sleep later."
"It's fine, for now," she replied, smiling back. Then indicating the bedside table where stood a small full vial, she said, "And he's already dropped off a sleeping draught for if I need it."
He nodded and said, "Okay. Good. Just checking."
That had Adeline beam at him with a bright smile. He thought it was because he did something nice for her youngest daughter. Nope.
Just as he and Hermione were leaving again - "Spend some quality time with your family," he told her. "You get to spend time with us two practically all the rest of the time" - he walked over and kissed her on the cheek.
Hermione smiled at her and said, "We'll be back tomorrow morning before breakfast. Hopefully, Medi-wizard Robinson will release you then."
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After a quiet evening, the two Potters were up early to head to the Infirmary to 'rescue' Daphne from Medi-wizard Robinson.
When the two entered and Harry said precisely that, he heard a snort of amusement from Robinson's door to his office.
Looking in that direction, Harry at least had the respect to blush when he saw the man standing there.
Hermione asked, "Can Daphne be released so we can take her to breakfast with us, Mister Robinson?"
"She's clear to go," he smiled back. He looked to Harry and said, "From Poppy Pomfrey's notes on you, I'm surprised you didn't end up in a bed next to Miss Greengrass."
"I got lucky," replied Harry.
"Try and be as lucky in future," the man wryly returned.
Meanwhile, Hermione had gone over to the bed and was in the process of pulling screens around it as Daphne flicked the bed-covers back on one side.
He was going to approach until she started doing that. Instead, he grabbed a couple more screens and pulled them in their direction.
"I don't have any fresh robes or underwear," said Daphne.
Hermione immediately suggested back, "Call Betsy."
With the screens around the bed in an enclosed 'U' shape, Harry went over to speak with the Healer.
"Journeyman Healer Robinson," he formally said. "Lord Harrison Potter."
That had the medi-wizard straighten up. He gave a courteous nod back and said, "Lord Potter. How may I, or the Elder House of Robinson, aid you?"
'Somewhat formal, as required,' thought Harry. 'Good. The man needs to think of me in my Lordly persona for this.' "Has Lord Greengrass informed you of the... nature of the relationship between I and his House?"
"I'm aware Mi- Heiress Greengrass is in concubinage with you, if that is what you mean," he replied.
With a nod back, Harry said, "That part is true. However, Lord Greengrass has also charged me with keeping an eye on his youngest, Astoria. To that end, if anything... untoward... happens with or to her, I wish to be informed."
The healer seemed to think on that before he said, "If she allows it, I'll do so. However, I will not violate her trust if she requests me not to."
"Fair enough," said Harry. "However, I also ask that you alert her to that if it appears she doesn't think of it."
"As you say, 'Fair enough', Lord Potter," said Robinson.
As the screens were then being pulled out of the way, Harry said, "Thank you. I feel better knowing you take your oaths seriously and respect me enough to hear me out and consider my words."
"You're welcome, Lord Potter," he replied.
As the two then stood in quiet contemplation, Daphne finished getting dressed by donning her shoes. She was wearing silk stockings; unlike Hermione, who was still wearing knee-high socks. The two were talking about how Hermione would be switching to stockings and high heels, as well, now that she had just found out it was not against the rules to do either for girls over fifteen.
Walking over, Harry asked, "I take it Betsy's soon to be sent shopping?"
"Yes," grinned a very happy Hermione, just as Daphne was finishing up and standing.
"As you wish," he said.
"I thought you were a bright young man," muttered Robinson, clearly in support and loud enough only for Harry to hear. He had quietly followed Harry closer to the girls.
Turning and smiling back, Harry murmured, "I am not a daft moron."
That earned him a wider grin. Clearly, the medi-wizard had heard of Harry's main penchant.
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Sunday was truly a quiet day at the castle for the Heirs. After not being able to cook for the friends during the previous week, Harry was looking forward to cooking that night.
This time, Daphne at first stood in the doorway and watched, talking to him as he worked. However, within only a few minutes of entering, she was perched on a stool out of the way and watched. Talking was then just an excuse to watch him work.
When Hermione came in, saw the expression on Daphne's face while watching Harry work, she soon had her own elf-conjured stool alongside the girl and watched with her.
At a time when Harry was muttering to himself about what he could cook as he was working on a different dish, Hermione leaned towards and whispered to Daphne, "It's amazing to watch, isn't it?"
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