This wasn't quite how Harry foresaw his life going. Well, actually, no, "his brother does something incredibly stupid and selfish and Harry is left to pick up the pieces" was quite on brand. It was just that the two halves of his life--the muggle and the magical--rarely, if ever, crossed over like this. If it wasn't so stressful, he might have appreciated the novelty of it. Though, he acknowledged, even if his brother were inclined to do the right thing, he couldn't have come here, to the Glen, and Avery and her daughter couldn't have gone to Aldershot without causing a scene, so the only reasonable thing would have been for Harry to act as a middle man anyway. He wouldn't have objected to that. But that wasn't what was happening here, and Harry wouldn't hold his breath for anything like it ever happening.

So he arrived on the doorstep, feeling both less nervous and more nervous than he had during that initial meeting, and was grateful when the door opened before he started spiraling. "Good afternoon," he said, returning the smile. As he passed the threshold, he turned to the child and bowed like he would to a proper lady. "And to you, Miss Marigold," he greeted. Straightening up, he reached into his inside coat pocket. "I've brought you something," he announced, before pulling out a small round bottle of what looked like, at first glance, water--albeit somewhat cloudy.

Harry had perseverated for some time about what to bring. He hadn't wanted to come empty-handed, and he didn't think it would do him any favors to do something flashy. He wasn't here to upend anyone's life. He was here to help. In the end, he'd settled for something that was well within his wheelhouse.

Crouching down so that he was closer to a four-year-old's level, Harry held up the bottle. It was small enough to easily fit in a child's hands, with a stopper stuck in place with a sticking charm because Harry could not promise it was safe to drink, and it wasn't meant for that purpose, anyway. "See, here. Perfectly ordinary water, yes?" He pulled out his wand. "But with a couple of taps--" He tapped the side of the bottle twice with the tip of his wand, and the cloudiness inside unfurled into a swirl of bright colors, moving and dancing about. "Suddenly rainbows. And if you turn it over--" he flipped the bottle over so that the rounded bottom was pointing up--"you can put them on the ceiling, see?"

He handed the bottle over to Marigold, then straightened up again and turned to Avery. "I brought something for you, too," he said, reaching into his pocket again and pulling out a different vial. "This one's more practical, I'm afraid. I made a prototype, of sorts, for a potion of wound closure, but for creatures." He held out the vial. "My first foray."

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