HP : TRIUMPH

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There's an area in a ten feet circle right outside the door that is used for apparation. It's the wizard entrance. It has some wards around it and the door to make muggles walking down the alley skirt around it without noticing." Griphook chuckled.

Harry turned back into the store and gazed around. The room looked exactly like the muggle side except instead of being one store, the ceiling was two open stories high. A wide balcony floor ran around the edge of the room one story up. It would be a bird's eye view of the store up their and a great place to set up some tables. A winding metal stair case led up to it near the entrance door. Back by the mirror there was the hall for the bathrooms and kitchen. Harry stepped into the kitchen and found that the wall with the mirror that divided the two store fronts didn't divide the kitchen. Instead the kitchen was larger then it appeared on either side of the store and had two open door ways, one leading to the magical side, one leading to the non-magical side. There was also a staircase tucked away in the corner of the kitchen that led to a room above the muggle side of the café. It could be used as a staff room and there was also a single bathroom adjoined to it.

"This is perfect Griphook." Harry whispered softly as he looked around.

Griphook gave him a wide smile, showing all his teeth.

"The mirror had a ward around it to stop any muggles from noticing it or any who go through. The kitchen has all the standard charms around it; pest-control, fires, flooding, explosions, gas leaks, and such. Your cook can use magic also as notice-me-not spells are around the entrances. The store contains the same wards on both sides. There are also some protective wards around the store that will mute the power of any offensive spells cast inside."

"It's perfect." Harry repeated.

"I've already taken the liberty of hiring a team of construction wizards to fix the place up. They should be here in half an hour. One, a muggle-born, said he would bring his muggle…tru-ck. With him to get muggle appliances if your wished them. Another said they would bring as many catalogues they could find for furniture and such."

Harry grinned widely at the goblin who had shed his disguise in the darkened store. The goblin them pulled out a ring of very old fashioned looking keys and handed them to Harry.

"We changed the locks on all the doors as some were muggles, and spelled them against lock picking spells and just lock picking. Only these keys can open the doors to the place and they can't be copied the muggle or magical way. Only goblins can make an extra set because of the goblin spells on them."

"Thank you." Harry said accepting the keys and holding them close.

"I have also had one of my assistants contact the muggles who send electricity and such to this building. It's all been taken care of. Even the magical side. The magical side of the store was just an extra part of the muggle side but quick wards and spells changed that. No one will notice the change."

"Thank you." Harry whispered again, clutching the precious keys and knowledge to him. "Thank you."

"Don't worry Harry." Lily murmured. "You're doing great in life, and you have so many wonderful people to look out for you."

"I know." Harry shuddered.

"Harry." James said resting a hand on his shoulder. "We'll both love you, no matter what you do or how you live."

"I know." Harry said again, the words catching in his throat, coming out as barely a whisper.

"Harry." James said again.

Harry looked into his eyes and was struck by how guilty and sad they were.

"When I was alive, in school, I wasn't the nicest."

Harry blinked in shock. All he'd ever heard was how brave, how fun his father was. Everyone had always told him his father was a gallant hero who did good. The only person who had ever said otherwise was Snape…

"I was actually quite arrogant and I was a bully."

Harry winced and looked down, already guessing who his main target had been. James tilted his chin to face him again.

"I was like Dudley."

Harry swallowed. His dad had always been his hero, the person he wanted to be like. But Harry also hated bullies with a passion.

"I made many mistakes. I wish I was alive so I could make them up for many people. But I'm not alive. And I won't ask you to go ask for forgiveness for me. What I want is for you to not be like me. I want you to be kind, and strong, and considerate. I want you to be honest and modest. But most of all I want you to be happy."

Harry brushed a tear away and nodded determinedly.

"We love you so much Harry." Lily said kissing his cheek.

He noticed she was crying. But so was he.

"Can you do something for us Harry?" Lily asked.

He nodded vigorously.

"Tell Severus I forgive him." Lily smiled softly.

"And tell Snape I'm sorry." James swallowed. "And tell Mooney and Padfoot to keep having fun."

"And be happy." Lily said. "Even if you have to run away. Be happy even if you have to leave everything behind because they're being too cruel or demanding. This isn't your war with Voldemort. We fought, but that doesn't mean you have to. We died so you would live freely, not fight half finished battles. Just be happy, for us. And remember, we'll always love you. You could join Voldemort and we'll still love you. You'll always be our precious, beautiful little boy. You make us proud."

Both of them hugged him. They had barely wrapped their arms around him when suddenly they shattered, like glass figurines. Wisps of grey floated away and vanished and the circle's glow vanished and Harry was alone again. He stood for a moment, barely breathing. A hand rested on his shoulder and he looked up at Harold. The man gave him a comforting smile. Harry stared. Then he fell back in a dead faint, exhausted.

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