Chapter 2
That night, Harry was in his and Reggie’s bedroom, organizing the new books on the many bookshelves. The room was large, with expansive walls decorated with bookshelves and antiques from the family.
When he finished organizing the books, he used his toothbrush, its magic cleaning his teeth in less than five seconds and he also took a quick shower to feel refreshed.
He used some accidental magic to dry off his hair. Reggie and Harry spent much of their lives attempting to use magic without wands, and Harry knew it was only due to the mixture of hard work and sheer talent that he was able to utilize it.
Their parents weren’t aware, only knowing of the failed attempts because it usually involved the destruction of half the house. The thought that they could succeed never seemed to cross their minds. Though, to be fair, it wasn’t a logical assumption.
Tired, he laid down on his side of the bed (the left, of course). Reggie looked up groggily, having almost fallen asleep. Harry’s apology was smothered when Reggie pulled him into his chest and Harry wriggled, turning in the other direction so that he wouldn’t suffocate to death. He fell asleep soon after in the boy’s arms, listening to Reggie’s evened-out breaths.
The next second, he blinked, opening his eyes to a large expanded room. It was so tall that it was hard to know if there was a ceiling and so wide he couldn’t tell if there were walls or not.
He was still sleeping but instead of going into the REM cycle he went into his mind room. A room he made tangible and organized after discovering his talent with his mind.
The only thing in the room were rows of plain doors with no walls attached to them. Harry goes into the one he knew held his memories, closing it behind him. The familiar room was full of sleek, white cabinets, stacked tall and going on as far as the eye could see.
Harry went to his most recent, unorganized cabinet, and looked through his memories, organizing his day. Each of his interactions, no matter how small or big, was automatically willed into all the relevant cabinets in the large room at just a thought.
Memories were what was added into the cabinets. Into the vampire cabinet was everything he’d learned from the book. The vampire cabinet was a section in his Dark Creatures cabinet, as well as his Defense cabinet, as well as many others, but when memories were put into one, it spread to all it was associated with.
His almost barren cabinets in the Klein family were filled with today’s interactions with Andreas and Heinrich.
He didn’t touch the cabinet by the door. The cabinets’ doors were already wide open with constantly changing fog inside. That was his current thoughts– or CT as Harry refers to it– cabinet. It was the only open cabinet and had a large network connecting to it from every cabinet in the room.
That network was the reason why Harry could remember everything. He organized everything in his mind and with a single pry he could get all related information on any topic he encountered.
No matter if it was an exact picture of a scene or the exact words said by a person, he could remember every detail.
The CT cabinet held all his memories of the current times. It automatically transferred each thought as it came up to the closed, unorganized cabinet of memories that Harry further organized into other cabinets every night.
The CT also received information simultaneously whenever he was recalling something that happened in the past.
Harry leisurely spent the hours in his mind while his physical body was sleeping to organize the many cabinets as well as study things such as Calculus that required more than just memorization to understand.
Harry was not ignorant of the fact that his days were technically 33% longer due to his lack of need to sleep. This time dedicated to learning added on to his time awake which was also mostly devoted to the same allowed him to be above average at the very least in knowledge and intelligence.
Time passed by casually with Harry doing equations on a piece of parchment that he had conjured with simply a thought in his mind. None of it was tangible, technically, but it was to Harry, or he would not be experiencing it. Just because it was in his mind did not mean it was not real.
He breathed deeply, despite not needing to. Even though he couldn’t see Reggie, he could sense him. His mind blurred as he approached the barrier between physical and mental. There was a phantom nudge against his shoulder, and he knew it was probably morning.
Harry exhaled, waking up with Reggie’s hand on his shoulder, shaking him slightly.
“Time to go for a run, Ominis. And it’s our turn to make breakfast today too. Can we go through the textbooks after though?” Reggie chuckled sheepishly.
Harry beamed at the kind boy, “Of course!”
The next week passed quietly except for a few pranks here and there. July 31st approached before long, starting with a loud explosion that startled Harry out of his mind.
He woke up with an equally disgruntled Reggie next to him, though Harry recovered quicker, smiling despite not understanding what was happening.
“SURPRISE!”
Harry opened his eyes to a large body of water, as far as the eye could see. He looked around him. They were on what seemed to be a cruise ship decorated top to bottom with the most birthday decorations Harry had ever seen.
Their bed had been moved without either occupant waking. Harry would have woken up if they got too close, just from feeling their minds, so it must have been moved with magic.
He peered blankly at the large banner with the words, ‘Happy Birthday Reggie and Harry!!!’ and smiled at the adults, not wanting them to think he didn’t appreciate their gesture.
Reggie looked pleased as well. “Where are we?”
Remus smiled. “Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea”
Harry’s father jumped in eagerly. “C'mon, guys! We booked this ship for the day including the staff.”
Reggie’s mom added on as well. “Prongs convinced the Ministry to allow Harry to come out here with his head auror status! We have a staff of all kinds of wizards and witches who wanted to work on the same ship as the boy who lived.”
Sirius tsked with pity. “The downside is that because they were worried something may happen with so many people on the ship, almost the entire auror squad is going to be near you two at all times.”
Reggie pouted. “They need to learn that some people want to live life on the edge. What fun is it if others do all the work for you?”
Sirius, Reggie’s mom, and Harry’s father nodded with agreement, looking stark opposite from the other two adults.
“But, Dad, what do you mean so many people? Is there more here than just us and the staff?”
“Well… we kind of invited almost the entirety of wizarding Britain and many foreign families as well,” Sirius said.
Reggie chuckled, “I didn’t even know you guys knew that many people.”
The adults looked at each other in amusement. “Well.. we don’t. But we wanted your guys’ birthday to be the biggest event of the year! We invited everyone we knew and every pureblood family currently residing in Britain, even those only here on business over the summer. ”
Harry and Reggie eyed each other before turning back to them. “Just how many people did you invite?”
His father and Sirius scratched their necks sheepishly.
“Just three–”
“Thousand?”
There was a sharp intake of breath next to Harry as the two children looked at their parents with wide eyes.
Harry personally couldn’t wait to make acquaintance with people and make conversation. Connections were very beneficial if any problems were to arise. His family knew that part of him well to know that this was the best possible gift for him.
They left the two to get dressed which they do with inhuman speed, soon walking into the dining ballroom of the ship donning matching elegant robe styles. The only difference was that Harry wore emerald green to match his eyes while Reggie wore gray to match his own.
There was a collective clap around the room at their appearance and breakfast appeared on the large dining tables. The entire expansive room was filled with about fifty extremely long tables that fit hundreds. Harry sat down at the head of the middle ones, grabbing one of the chairs on the side to place next to him for Reggie.
His birthday passed quickly with many meals, games, and most of all, talking. Harry made a point to walk around to everyone to at the very least greet them if not to talk.
He saw every pureblood family in Britain in attendance, even those who had bad blood with the Potters. Harry didn’t do more than short polite hellos with those families, deducing that it would be better to attempt to change the animosity between the families starting with their children at Hogwarts rather than here.
Harry also met many foreign families and had a delightful time talking with them. The most enjoyable conversations, however, were those well accomplished in their field of study that Harry could exercise his mind with and ask questions that simple books would never be able to answer.
Near the end of the exciting day, Harry ran into the Kleins.
“Andreas! It’s nice to see you here!” Harry brightened seeing the man he met the other week. He had enjoyed their conversation.
Andreas’ original cold demeanor softened seeing him, though his son next to him looked the same. Fair enough, Harry hadn’t gotten to know him well yet.
Harry greeted Heinrich. “It’s good to see you as well, Heinrich.”
“Mn.” Heinrich gave a grunt. Somehow, it sounded just as dignified as everything else the Kleins do.
Harry talked with them about the most inane of things, and Andreas seemed to enjoy talking with him just as much as last week. Heinrich’s frown even lifted gradually throughout the chat.
Harry pouted lightly when the party came to a close. Since it was an eleven-year-old birthday party, it was unfortunately not as long as if it were an adult one– Harry knew it was mostly to prevent late-night endeavors by the more shameless guests.
Heinrich looked at him with crinkled eyes. “Don’t worry, we’ll meet again at King’s Cross.” The boy's German accent was soothing. It was noticeable but not overly present, unlike his father's which was rich and far deeper. That was most likely because Heinrich learned English young.
Both men had inexpressive personalities but Harry’s brush against their minds told him that they were far more than they appeared.
Harry had a natural affinity for his mind, organizing everything he encountered in it to be orderly. He had doors in his mind that he had created when he was young.
He also had doors on the makeup of his entire being. His ethics, reason, morals, emotions, it was all in his mind, and behind a door.
His emotion door held his ability to feel. Unfortunately, it was corrupted, tainted, and ruined, by a presence Harry loathed. The night he was deemed a savior was the night he ceded to feel like others.
Harry did not care that his own emotions were dulled compared to others, making it more difficult for things to affect him. He often did not get as affected as others and the majority of his own emotions were fabricated. It took immense feelings for him to feel something small, which is why he liked doing things that gave him that rush.
Reggie changed that in him, however, when he introduced an easier way of feeling. It seemed that when Harry pleased Reggie, he pleased himself. Harry didn’t know if what he felt was because of Reggie or was Reggie’s, but he did not care. Neither knew how this happened, but Harry was interested in finding out.
For example, in this case, Harry could breach Heinrich’s mind and feel the boy’s mind as if it were his own. Emotions were more complicated and did not translate well into Harry’s mind due to his own corrupted emotions. The only person he was able to feel was Reggie’s, but other components such as ethics, were something he was able to understand from anyone.
Heinrich’s mind was unique but so… bright that Harry could physically feel himself short-circuiting. Harry did a brush against Heinrich’s mind last week in Madam Malkin’s, but a whole breach was entirely different. The boy’s mind was so similar to Reggie’s that Harry couldn’t breathe for a moment.
“Harry, are you alright?”
Andreas’ voice knocked him out of his stupor.
He saw Klein's eyes before looking at him with furrowed brows.
He felt worry radiating from Heinrich.
“Of course I am.”
He suddenly realized that his voice sounded weird. It sounded flat, dead. Oh, he wasn’t smiling anymore. Wait, he’s not with Reggie, why did he stop his facade? He started smiling his usual genial grin, but it felt even more forced on his lips than typical.
He looked up at the Klein’s with crescent eyes, tilting his head so that they twinkled in the light.
He continued to feel worry radiate from Reggie so he instinctively held his hand. The boy flinched when he did and Harry froze. Reggie? That was Heinrich. What was happening? How did he confuse the two?
Stars formed in his vision and he struggled to breathe.
He could feel as worry and fear filled his every pore, but it wasn’t his own.
He gasped, rising from – a bed?
“Ominis, you’re awake? Dad, get Prongs, he’s awake!”
Harry’s lips thinned as he took in his surroundings. Pure white, dull, walls. St. Mungo’s.
He made eye contact with Reggie feeling neutrality from the boy. Harry was slightly irritated at the circumstances. He did not particularly like having blanks in his memories.
Harry grunted. “I’ll explain what occurred when I’m released.”
“Alright, I told everyone it was your anemia.”
Harry nodded, already having anticipated that. Medically, it did seem that he had anemia. He had fewer oxygen cells than he should have, but he never got any symptoms except fainting.
There was a scurry of footsteps as his parents, Reggie’s parents, and Remus came through the door.
“Harry! You worried us!” His father looked at him with relief. Harry smiled amicably. “Ah, my apologies. I have a feeling that I made quite a dramatic exit.”
That brought snickers to the room as his father responded. “You should have seen the looks on the aurors' faces! Luckily, it was time for everyone to leave anyway, but wow were we panicking. It was your birthday for Merlin’s sake!”
His mother hugged him and brushed her fingers through his shoulder-length hair. “Are you feeling alright, honey?”
Harry nodded. “Of course I am.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, reproachfully. What?
He felt amusement from Reggie and he knew he was missing something. Remus must have picked up on that as he spoke up. “We heard those were your exact words before fainting.”
Oh.
“Oh.”
His mother scoffs. “Yes, oh. Please don’t keep things like this to yourself. I know you like being independent, but this is dangerous.”
“I apologize, I truly hadn’t realized anything was amiss.”
“It’s alright Harry... I’m sorry for the harsh words, I’m just worried.”
“No, it’s my fault, mother, please forgive me.”
His soothing voice did not seem to be well received. The adults eyed each other as if Harry was too blind to see, but the matter was dropped as the nurse came back into the room with a clipboard in her hands.
Harry turned them out in favor of leaning into Reggie’s chest, sighing as the boy wrapped his arms around him. He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, falling asleep very quickly. He used this time to check over his mind and ensure nothing was out of order.
He rarely ever had periods when his brain was not active, which resulted in fainting quite frequently due to lack of rest. It wasn’t too often, however, because physically sleeping did accomplish all its tasks as it would any other person, but at times, it seemed his mind refused not to have a break. Yet another mystery Harry would like to find the answer to.
A phantom nudge against his shoulder made Harry wake himself back up. He looked around to see himself in his bed back at the family mansion, with Reggie still holding him in his arms. Time passed rather quickly.
“I’m guessing this wasn’t one of your usual fainting spells, Ominis?”
“No, it was not. It seems that you are not the only one who I can feel the emotions of, Reggie.”
Reggie looked unsurprised, unsurprisingly, but he had an interested glint in his kind gaze.
“Really? Was it one of the Kleins? Heinrich?”
Harry nodded. “Yes. His mind felt almost identical to yours. It had its uniqueness and different emotions than yours, but his moral guidelines were the same and he was just so complicated instead of the simplicity I usually encounter. He was also hiding his true emotions from showing on his face, like you do. Though, as I said, they were different emotions.”
“Truly? What emotions?”
“He seems to have a cold exterior, just like his father. Similar to you, he’s following in his father's footsteps. The difference is that his true personality is more, well, let’s just say he is very similar to our fathers.”
Harry paused, closing his cold eyes thoughtfully.
“His true personality is just like your fabricated one.”
Reggie looked interested.
“I would love to meet him.”
And that was all that needed to be said as the two went into their thoughts. Harry knew what Reggie was most likely thinking, and Reggie knew what Harry was as well, so there was little need for the two to speak very often other than to relay information.
“Reggie, I had the most pleasant conversations today. Would you like to hear some of them?”
“Of course.”
Harry leaned off the boy, smiling a genuine smile for once as he told of what happened before the night was interrupted. His perfect memory was extremely helpful in this matter. Times like this he was grateful for his talent with his mind.
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Harry and Reggie walked one after the other into the old shop. Inside smelled like nature wood and old books. Harry scanned the large shelves filled with too many wand boxes to count as the old man in the back, who must have been Garrick Ollivander, startled in the back of the shop where he was doing who knows what.
The man steps out, looking at them with twinkling eyes but something dark hung in the back of his gaze. He seemed like a man who had seen much in his life. Harry would visit sometime in the later future to see if he could find some of it out.
“Mr. Potter and Mr. Black, I presume?” He glanced behind the two where Harry’s father was standing. His father got the day off after Harry’s incident because the Aurors under him felt bad they didn’t see Harry’s “symptoms” before fainting.
“Ah, James Potter. You favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power than your wife’s and excellent for transfiguration.”
His father looked back in surprise. “Truly? How did you know that.”
Mr. Ollivander watched him with flat eyes. “I know of every wand I sold.”
His father shook his head. “No, not that! That it was good for transfiguration, I mean.”
“Certain combinations are fitted for better fields. I’m certain I told you this when you received your wand as well.”
His father chuckled, his hand scratching the back of his neck. “Oh really? Well, I’m getting old, it’s been so long ago.” Harry heard him muttering under his breath. “Besides, I probably forgot everything you said the minute I walked out of the store.”
Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with a raised eyebrow. “I hope you do better at remembering than your father.”
Harry continued smiling with bright eyes. “I’m quite certain I will.”
His father pouted. “Not all of us have perfect memories.”
Mr. Ollivander looked interested in that but didn’t comment. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
The man strode with a purpose across the room before stopping suddenly. “Which one of you wanted to start?”
Harry was about to speak up but Reggie interrupted with a beam. “Me!” Harry knew the boy probably wanted to get involved more after staying silent during the earlier conversation.
Mr. Ollivander looked over Reggie with inspecting eyes before nodding to himself and finding a wand box. He brought it over before pulling the top off, showing the beautiful wand. Harry noticed that it was made of the same wood as Sirius’, but he didn’t think anyone else noticed.
Mr. Ollivander pulled the wand out and tried handing it to Reggie, but it didn’t even manage to touch him before flinging across the room. Mr. Ollivander gave an interested hum, picking the wand and stashing it away once more, placing the box on his desk as he went to find another.
Harry could tell the man probably went for something similar to Sirius’ because Reggie’s outer personality did seem similar. Evidently, the man realized as well that that path may not work as well as he thought. However, there was not a perfect art to wands.
The man shuffled through a few more, their boxes stacking on his desk. Mr. Ollivander looked ecstatic at the challenge while Harry’s father was already looking off into the distance. Reggie had long lost his original bright expression as he looked at Harry without showing anything, but Harry felt the bitter worry from the boy. Harry squeezed his shoulder reassuringly.
Mr. Ollivander was halfway to another wand before he stopped, stilling dramatically.
“I wonder..?”
He walked to the back of the shop, pulling out another wand box. Harry wondered what was so special about that one. The man pulled the box open and Harry could feel something about the wand. Something familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.
The second the wand touched Reggie’s hand, it was majestic. Gold glowed as Reggie looked like a God amongst mortals, his hair blowing in sudden wind. The moment stopped soon after but Harry had that moment ingrained into his mind and he planned to put it into a special memory file.
Harry spoke up with a gentle smile, making sure he had the innocent curiosity of a young boy reflected in his eyes. “Is there something special about the wand, Mr. Ollivander?”
With the way the man spoke about it, it seemed to have some kind of special feature.
“I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand gave another feather... just one other. Curiously, he should have been destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar."
Harry and Reggie looked at each other with surprise. Possibilities ran through his mind as he wondered what that could mean. He would find out.
His thoughts were so consuming he almost forgot he still didn’t get his wand yet. Mr. Ollivander was already ready, prodding a wand out of its box and handing it to Harry. The wand crackled in his hand, almost shrieking as it burned. Harry furrowed his eyebrows but continued smiling as he handed it back. Reggie narrowed his eyes as he asked. “Harry, are you okay?”
His father’s eyes sharpened at Reggie’s words, glancing over to Harry as well. Harry tilted his head and held out his hand with an amused expression. “It seems the wand did not like me very much.”
His father sucked in a breath as he took in his burnt skin. It was so bad that smoke was still rising off of it. He immediately jumped into action, performing a burn healing spell. Mr. Ollivander looked at Harry with thinly veiled shock.
“I have never seen a wand affect someone so much before. Usually, they just affect things outwardly to signify their dislike, they rarely ever do anything to the person. I have heard of tales when they do, however, when a wand is so opposite and temperamental to the person that if it is touched by them it retaliates. But it is such a rare phenomenon and especially disheartening to hear something I’ve allowed to happen.”
Harry shook his head in mirth. “It’s completely alright, Mr. Ollivander, and not your fault in any way. Besides, I’m already healed.” He held up his fully healed hand. If a wizard who wasn’t as talented as Father was here, he probably would have gone to St. Mungos. Though now was probably not the best time to mention that.
Mr. Ollivander thinned his lips and went to one of his shelves tersely. He pulled out a wand and inspected it with narrowed eyes, looking over to Harry and back at the wand. He carefully held the wand open in his palm, to allow Harry to take it.
Harry reached forward, his fingers barely brushing against the handle before he heard sizzling, and flinched his hand backwards unconsciously. The curve of his lips never once even twitched as he peered at his blistering red finger pads. “Maybe wands are not for me.” He chuckled with levity.
His father cursed as he immediately pulled his wand out once more while Harry felt concern radiating from Reggie. Mr. Ollivander put the wand in its box with horror as he shook his head. “I don’t know what it is, Mr. Potter… I have never been in this kind of situation prior to this, would you like to continue finding a wand?”
His father answered for him sternly. “One more. Twice it may just be a coincidence, after three it’s a pattern and I’m not willing to let Harry suffer more after that.”
Mr. Ollivander gave a nod, his old features looking grave. “Of course.” The man spent a few minutes trying to find a wand this time. He held it in his palm. “Just one finger, if you will.”
Harry nodded with a smile, using his pointer finger to prod at the wand. This time he did not flinch back and just casually took his finger back after his finger was seared. His father healed it, already having had his wand at ready while Mr. Ollivander shook his head. “I don’t know what much else we can do.”
His father laughed awkwardly. “No worries, Ollivander, it’s not your fault. We’ll just have to ask someone what to do.” Despite his lighthearted tone, his voice was a pitch higher and crackled at the end.
Harry patted his father’s shoulder. “It’s no problem, Father, it’ll be alright.”
“I should be the one comforting you. How are you going to go to Hogwarts without a wand? Oh, Merlin, I’m going to floo Dumbledore the minute we get home!”
Harry politely said goodbye to Mr. Ollivander before they went to central Diagon Alley for the floo. Harry did not feel worried because he was certain that things would work out. Reggie felt the same, so they both just continued their studies as if it were any other day.
His parents confronted him later that night with sympathetic faces.
His mother gushed. “I’m so sorry this happened, Harry, but Dumbledore didn’t have a solution. He said he’ll try to find out more about it but for now, you’re stuck without a wand. He said he’ll talk to you about alternatives once you get to Hogwarts.”
Harry shrugged, rubbing his mother’s back and letting her lean into his shoulder. “It’s alright, mother, it’ll be fine. I am still able to perform wandless magic.”
His mother nodded. “Of course, Harry, we’ll find you a tutor immediately to help you with that.”
Harry and Reggie chuckled as Harry let go of his mother and sat next to Reggie again. “No Mother, I mean I can perform it.”
His parents looked at each other with confusion painted on their faces.
“Yes… of course you can?”
Reggie sighed. “Merlin, he means he can right now.”
The confusion turned to widened eyes as they furrowed their brows.
“What?”
His father quickly laughed with a wide smile. “You’ve already figured out how to do a spell? I need to get Sirius, show us!”
Harry laughed. “Reggie can as well.”
The boy scoffed next to him. “Not as well and not with as many spells as you can.”
His father’s mouth dropped. “As many?” He looked between them. “How many can you do?”
“Thirty-seven.” Harry had every single one ingrained in his head as wandless magic was extremely difficult for even him as they took weeks of constant practice and many injuries. Reggie gave a playful pat on Harry’s shoulder. “See! I can only do, like, ten of those.”
Harry’s forehead scrunched even though he only felt playfulness from Reggie. “You can do twelve, which is more than anyone else at Hogwarts will likely know how to do.”
His parents were speechless but so impressed–and proud, that Harry had to look away for a second.
“Why didn’t you guys tell us? And when did you do all this, how could we miss it!”
Harry and Reggie looked at each other and silently decided to keep the more… unconventional details out. “We wanted to surprise you,” came the easy alternative.
“You did more than that, Harry! Let’s go tell the others and show us some of them, please!”
That was how Harry and Reggie ended up acting like muggle magicians for the rest of the night as they performed the spells in front of their family countless times. Harry only showed the more simple ones he knew– which were the majority of them. Things like knocking on a door wandless, levitating things wandless, and bringing something to them wandless. W
hen they went to bed that night Reggie placed his wand inside his drawer in his nightstand instead of under his pillow or on the nightstand like most wizards. When Reggie fell asleep, Harry was still up. He felt something compelling him to grab Reggie’s wand. He didn’t want to listen at first, but decided to risk it out of curiosity.
He pulled the drawer open silently with wandless magic before placing one of his hands on Reggie’s head to cup it into his chest as he reached over him. His arm was barely long enough, but he felt the warm sensation of the wood wand soon after. He almost let go, but realized it wasn’t burning him.
Harry lightly shook Reggie awake.
“Reggie.”
“Ominis, are you alright?” Reggie’s voice rasped as he sat up with his tousled black hair.
“Look.”
Reggie turned to where he was looking and Harry watched as the boy’s eyes widened marginally.
“How?”
“It feels like you. It feels like something that belongs to you, I’m not certain how to describe it any other way.”
Reggie nodded, curiosity filling his gray eyes as he spoke softly. “I’m assuming the best course of action would be to keep this quiet?”
Harry nodded in agreement, looking at the wand without any emotion. His cold face twitched as he added. “Though, I would like to–”
“Do experiments. Of course we can.”
Harry smiled a small genuine smile before laying back down, opening his arms invitingly. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Reggie lay in Harry’s arms. “Goodnight, Ominis.”
“Sweet dreams, Reggie.”