"Albus," Molly Weasley greeted the headmaster, "I didn't expect to see you this quickly, we've just had lunch. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Sorry about that," he apologized, "I need to buy some things and wanted to get a jump on that before the shops close."

"Come in, come in," Mrs. Weasley said, waving for the three to enter with a wide smile on her face.

"It's bigger on the inside," Harry said with some surprise.

Harry and The Leewit looked around curiously as the house almost seemed to welcome them with a warm embrace.

Mrs. Weasley lead them into the dining room. "Have a seat, I'll be right back." She vanished into the kitchen and returned less than a minute later with a tea tray, placing cups and saucers in front of everyone and pouring them a cup before having one herself.

The Leewit was impressed with how quickly the older redhead had prepared everything despite being surprised by their arrival.

"Mrs. Weasley, let me introduce you to The Leewit, it's a title as well as her name, and of course you know Harry Potter. He's had his curse scar removed and eyes adjusted so he no longer needs glasses," the old wizard explained as she offered the children some freshly baked biscuits. "Their hair has turned red as a side effect of riding with Fawkes."

"You both wear it well," Mrs. Weasley told them, "but then I'm partial to the color myself." She patted her own red hair with a grin.

"It grows on you," The Leewit said dryly, the corners of her mouth quirking up as Harry laughed at the joke.

"Yes, quite," Dumbledore agreed with amusement.

"It's very nice to meet you," The Leewit said, Harry giving a small wave in agreement.

"It's nice to meet you both as well," she said, "my children will be overjoyed to have some new playmates. There aren't many magical children their age in the area."

"Are you sure we won't be a bother?" The Leewit asked.

"Oh it's no bother," Mrs. Weasley assured them, "I have seven children and only two of them are at home right now. I already make far too much food and it's a simple matter to add a couple of hide-a-beds to the children's rooms."

The Leewit frowned. "We sleep together," she said firmly.

"Aren't you a bit old for that?" Mrs. Weasley asked, wondering if she was Harry's cousin.

"There's an age where we'll have to stop?" Harry asked, sounding horrified at the idea.

The Leewit turned to look at Harry and they both fell silent, the pair blushed for a moment and then grinned, each turning away to wipe at their eyes, making Mrs. Weasley's eyes widen.

"If I may?" Albus asked, drawing his wand and waiting for the young witch's nod before silently casting a spell, the thick red line connecting the two becoming visible.

Mrs. Weasley was speechless for a moment before turning to the older wizard. "How?" she asked, never having seen a bond of such strength.

Dumbledore chuckled and put away his wand, letting the spell dissipate. "I haven't asked, it seemed a tad rude," he admitted.

Mrs. Weasley gave a nearly imperceptible flinch at how rude she'd almost been; there were some things you simply didn't ask about no matter how curious you were. "You can both share Percy's bed," she offered.

"Thank you," Harry said, relief clear in his voice as The Leewit's hand sought his under the table and gave it a squeeze.

"If I'd known I'd never have suggested otherwise," the motherly redhead assured him. "Is there anything else I need to know?"

"I don't believe so," The Leewit said thoughtfully. "We may need an open area with nothing breakable about to practice magic, the trip with Fawkes has messed with our control."

"You already have your wands?" Mrs. Weasley asked, surprised they'd gotten a head start on their training, but not too shocked as Harry would be a target for Death Eaters who had escaped prosecution and some of the darker elements of their society.

"We don't use wands," The Leewit replied, already seeing she was going to be explaining this a lot, "my people don't like relying on anything besides themselves."

Mrs. Weasley nodded. "I've heard you can compensate for the lack of wand by training earlier, but it's not a common practice in England. You can practice in the orchard as long as you're careful."

"Thank you," The Leewit said, before taking a sip of tea.

"If that's all for the moment, I must really get going. I'll be back with personal sundries and camping supplies," Albus said, getting to his feet.

"Camping supplies?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"We were on a camping trip when Fawkes grabbed us," The Leewit explained. "Neither of us had ever seen a phoenix before."

"We'll need to visit your parents to get new pads," Harry said with a frown. "I was really enjoying watching the Kerbal Space Program with you."

The Leewit grinned. "It's one of my favorites too."

"I was under the impression that your people were very far away," Dumbledore said. "Do you have a means of instant transportation in a similar manner to fire travel like Fawkes?" he gently fished for information.

"We refer to it as swimming the Egger Route," The Leewit replied, seeing no harm in sharing a little. "Normally a very uncomfortable way to travel, but nearly instantaneous as well."

"Much like apparition then," Dumbledore said. "Most forms of instantaneous travel seem to share that trait."

"Which reminds me, we need to find a lake or pond and teach you how to swim," The Leewit told Harry.

"We have a large pond out back," Mrs. Weasley offered.

"That would be perfect, thank you," The Leewit said.

"I'll add swimsuits to the shopping list," Dumbledore decided.

"Let me introduce you to my two youngest and Luna," Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully, "they're just out back playing in the orchard."

"I'll be back within the hour," Dumbledore promised, before seeing himself out while Mrs. Weasley led the children to the backdoor.

Acres of fields and apple trees filled their sight as the motherly woman led them outside, taking a deep breath before calling out in a surprisingly loud voice, "Children we have guests!"

Two red haired children, one of either sex, and a little blonde girl made an appearance, coming from several different directions.

"The Leewit!" the little blonde girl exclaimed and almost tackled her in a hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Harry felt Leewit's confusion, but the newly red haired witch didn't let a trace appear on her face.

"You're welcome," she told the little girl, feeling the joy she was radiating.

"What'd she do?" the boy asked.

"I'm not supposed to say," she replied, not letting go.

Mrs. Weasley practically radiated amusement, but ignored the situation. "Children, let me introduce you to The Leewit and Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?!" the two red haired children exclaimed.

"Aren't you supposed to have black hair... and a scar?" the boy asked.

"Got rid of the scar and my hair just turned red recently," Harry replied.

"It's an awesome color," the boy said with a grin and offered a hand. "Ronald Weasley."

Harry shook his hand. "Harry Potter."

The little red haired girl looked to her mother to make sure she'd heard her right and at her mother's nod, extended a shaky hand. "G-Ginny Weasley," she stuttered out.

Harry shook her hand. "It's very nice to meet you."

"Same here," she gasped out, face turning red.

"They'll be staying with us for a little while, so why don't you get to know one another," Mrs. Weasley said. "I've got to get started on supper."

"Do you know you're famous?" Ron asked Harry. "Come on, it's best not to stick too close to the house or mum will find chores for us to do." He waved for them to follow him.

Realizing Luna wasn't going to be letting go of her anytime soon, The Leewit hoisted her up and Luna wrapped her legs around her like a koala so she could follow them into the orchard.

"I've kinda got that idea," Harry replied, "but I haven't spent any time in the wizarding world until today, so I just found out about it."

"You didn't grow up in the wizarding world?" Ron asked in surprise. "Why are you dressed in those white outfits? Never seen anything like them before."

"I grew up in the muggle world," Harry replied, "and a friend of ours, Linda, got us these jumpsuits. They all dress like this in The Institute. They normally have these cool lab coats they wear over them with colored bits to let people know what they do at a glance, but we didn't get those. Not sure what colors ours would be anyway."

"The Institute?" Ginny asked curiously, not looking directly at Harry.

"It's a secret society that lives underground," Harry replied, knowing it was safe to talk about them since they were centuries in the future so no one would be able to find them.

"What? Like the goblins?" Luna asked.

"No, they are just normal people... kinda," Harry said thoughtfully. "They're humans anyway, they just think the surface is dangerous so they hide out underground."

The group came upon a clearing next to a large pond with a small dock on it.

"How'd you find them?" Ron asked.

"They found us," The Leewit replied. "The area we were in had giant scorpions so they decided to rescue us. There's a reason they live underground after all."

"Did you see any?" Ginny asked eagerly.

"Saw a couple of them," Harry offered, "one was the size of a horse which we hid from and the other was like a huge dog, which Leewit killed with a single arrow."

"That's amazing," Ginny said.

"It was a lucky shot," The Leewit said, trying not to grin. "I was trying to scare it out from where it was hiding so it couldn't jump us."

"Luck could be a family trait," Ron said, taking off his shoes and lowering his feet into the water, the rest of the children copying him except for Luna who was still hugging The Leewit, a large smile on her face. "Is your family really lucky at times?"

The Leewit considered that. "I'd have to say so. I'd like to claim we are just extremely competent and well prepared, but luck has played a large part."

"Better lucky than good," Ron quoted his older brother Bill who was a curse breaker.

"And better both than neither," Ginny said, finishing the quote while she kicked her feet, seeing how far she could splash.

"This looks like a good place to practice," The Leewit decided.

"I'm a little clumsy, but better than when I first started," Harry said cheerfully and reached out, causing an apple on the ground to explode. "Oops!"

"Lots of practice," The Leewit said with a nod, glad they were near water because you didn't need to be a probability reader to see a lot of exploding apples in their future.

"Wow!" the two Weasley children chorused.

The Institute

"I'm like Robo-Harry," Harry told The Leewit with a grin, "bigger, stronger, faster!"

"Clumsier and less powerful, though that will correct itself with time and practice," The Leewit told him as they finished their initial physical assessment by Dr. Holdren.

"I don't feel clumsy," Harry said with a frown.

"Don't practice any spells until we get to the firing range," she told him, thoughts of his first levitation attempt coming to mind.

"Oh," Harry said, having followed her train of thought. "Yeah, that'd probably be a good idea. If I'm going to be blowing things up again, it's best to do it where you're supposed to blow things up."

"Synths do require an adjustment period to regain skills in some instances," Dr. Holdren said thoughtfully as he wrote something on a clipboard, "I'm not surprised that extends to psychic abilities as well."

"May also want to wait a week, that knot of klatha in your chest is still pulling in more to rebuild itself I'm guessing, even if it looks to be complete," she said, relling Harry. "Not sure if we'll have to visit Karres or not to see if they can fix our patterns or if they'll fix themselves."

"Patterns?" Dr. Holdren asked curiously.

"A mental imprint from a fully trained witch that helps you learn and can take over in an emergency, allowing you to use spells and such you normally can't," she explained.

"That sounds extremely useful," Dr. Holdren said, wondering if it would also help with teenage rebellion, which for all their work The Institute still hadn't found a way to eradicate. His son had thankfully outgrown that stage, but life would have been much more pleasant if he hadn't manifested such a condition at all.

"We like it," The Leewit said cheerfully.

"Won't your aim be even further off now?" Harry asked.

The Leewit paused to consider that and winced. "Yeah... best wait a couple of weeks until I regain my touch for manipulating Klatha."


"Moonbrain seems to have everything tightened down, nice work," Jayne complimented The Leewit as they ate.

"She has a name," Simon said, from across the table, annoyed by the man's rudeness.

"I know," the slightly drunk mercenary said with a smile as River giggled.

"I think he means he'd prefer if you used River's name," Mal said dryly.

"But she wouldn't," Harry offered.

"You like being called moonbrain?" Kaylee asked River, surprised.

"He means it in a good way these days," River offered. "Plus, it's nice to have someone around who says what they mean without even thinking about it."

"Or thinking period," Simon added with a sigh.

"That's a bit rude," Jayne said with a frown before turning to Kaylee, "Best give his ashes a good hauling, he seems moody."

River and Kaylee giggled.

"Watch the language, we got younguns at the table," Mal chided them.

"Pretty sure she's older than us, even if she don't look it," Jayne disagreed.

"Mind wise, not age," River explained, "she reminds him of his grandmother."

"She's great," Harry added.

"And that's my limit for today," Mal decided as he got up and left.

"Limit of what?" Harry asked curiously.

"Shenanigans," Kaylee offered, "or he was simply feeling like being dramatic."

"If the captain can't be dramatic once in a while, who can?" Jayne asked.

The Leewit grinned, recalling times where she'd done similar things. "How's everyone's training coming?" she asked.

"I think I'm doing pretty well, but I can't really check," Kaylee said.

"I'd say they are all doing great, but it's hard to read people with you protecting my mind," River offered, stealing the last pink cube from Jayne's bowl when he took a drink of beer.

"We can't exactly chart our own progress, not being readers ourselves," Simon said.

"You can chart your progress by how calm your mind feels," The Leewit explained. "It's really subjective to start."

"Mind palace was pretty easy to set up," Jayne said, "just pictured the perfect armory and everything fell into place."

"I based mine on Serenity," Kaylee offered. "I don't know if I'm calmer, but it's loads easier remembering where all the spare parts in the storage room are."

"That's a good hint its working," The Leewit replied.

"I'm still having a hard time picturing anything," Simon admitted.

"You're probably overthinking it," Jayne said. "Where do you feel most relaxed and comfortable?"

"Kaylee's bunk," Simon answered without thinking about it, before tensing up and looking nervously towards her.

Kaylee smirked, pleased with his answer.

"So make your mind palace her room," Jayne said, "simple."

"I thought it was supposed to be someplace uniquely yours, probably a place you knew growing up," Simon said.

"It's your happy place," The Leewit said, "if it makes you happy, it works."

"Oh," Simon said, relaxing.

Kaylee got up and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go work on it," she said with a grin. "I'm sure there are parts of my cabin you ain't seen enough to have memorized correctly."

The blushing doctor allowed her to lead him out of the room.

"I think Kaylee was talking about herself, not her room," River said, tilting her head as she considered it.

"You gotta read the subtext," Jayne said, examining his bowl and then looking around it to see if he'd dropped his last pink cube.

"Subtext?" River asked, surprised Jayne knew what the word meant.

"Yeah, what they mean beneath their clothes," he replied, giving up and figuring he'd eaten the last pink one without noticing.

"The naked truth?" Harry asked, catching a glimpse of Jayne's thoughts.

"The truth is naked, lies and such are clothes to fancy it up because people are idiots and don't like saying what's what," Jayne explained.

"You picture Truth as a woman, don't you?" River asked, not needing to read Jayne's mind after spending so much time around him.

"With great big jugs," he agreed cheerfully. "You don't?" he asked surprised.

River ignored him and turned to The Leewit. "I thought building a mind palace would be a lot harder for some reason."

"The better you know yourself the easier it is," she explained.

"So since Jayne and Kaylee are pretty open and honest people, it's easy for them to do," Harry said.

"I ain't ever heard Jayne referred to as honest before except for the captain saying he was honestly a pain in the ass at times," River said.

"He has to be honest with himself, not other people," The Leewit explained.

"Oh, that makes sense then," she said with a nod.

"The more you know yourself and what you want, the easier it is," Harry said, thinking about building one himself and wondering if being held by Leewit counted.

The Leewit quickly took a drink of water to cover her blush.

Typing By: Abyssal Angel

Beta by: Abyssal Angel and Mist of Shadows

TN: "A mental imprint from a fully trained witch that helps you learn and can take over in an emergency, allowing you to use spells and such you normally can't," she explained.

"That sounds extremely useful," Dr. Holdren said.

"Sounds extremely abusable to me," said the typist, alarmed at the idea.

AN: And if it was anyone but The Witches of Karres (Title drop!) you'd be right.