Harry Potter and the Bucket List

Year 5 - 17

Beta: Cloudy

Updated early 'cause I'm a little shit who lives in memes and wanted to end on 4-20.

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It was Monday evening when I was able to return to Hogwarts. I'd have to take care to wear layers until all of my injuries had healed up. Even with my knee good enough to walk on, it was still tender and I had to baby it. Thankfully, I could bullshit and tell others I had a very extreme match of tennis with Madame Willow. She would never snitch on me.

But first thing was first.

I headed out of my dorm room, thankful no one was in the common room to see me leave. Heading through Hogwarts, I hobbled my way over to the Gryffindor tower where I waited for some lions to enter to ask Harry to talk to me.

I owed him quite the explanation, after all.

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It took fifteen minutes of waiting but eventually my brother stepped out. As soon as he saw me, he hugged me tightly.

"What happened?" he asked, pulling back then looking around. "Ah—not here. Room?"

"Sure," I said. "It's going to be a bit of a long story."

"It is?" asked Harry with surprise.

I smiled at him. "Your Occlumency is good, yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"Then yeah. I've got to fill you in on over a decade's worth of information."

Harry's eyes widened. "Oh."

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Harry sipped at some tea Dobby had kindly prepared for us as we spent a good chunk of the night in the Room of Requirement. The room had transformed itself into a cozy sitting pace. Harry had kindly asked Dobby to provide us some tea and snacks, and the House Elf had never let our plate or cups be empty. The joys and benefits of having a bonded House Elf.

"So let me get this right," said Harry.

It was well past one in the morning by the time I finished my explanation.

"You are Gentleman Rose," said Harry.

"Yep."

"You are Enáretos."

"Yep."

"You founded Lunar's Orchid."

"Yep."

"Invented all of those werewolf potions as a precursor to your worgen ritual."

"Yeah."

"Have a worgen army."

"Yeah."

"And," continued Harry, "you have a boyfriend?"

"Not—not sure why we're ending on that one, but yes," I said slowly.

"I kind of figured the Gentleman Rose thing years ago," dismissed Harry. "Not surprised by your alias, to be honest, and really not surprised you have some kind of army. If anything I'm surprised it's only worgens. I was anticipating a dementor army."

"Oh. I'm sorry to disappoint you?"

Harry sipped his tea. "Mm-hmm."

I leaned back in my seat, giving Harry time to process everything.