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Carefully Tangled Webs of Darkness	By : Ladygreychaton Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 37461 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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[[ Do not own Harry Potter, characters, rights to, any books, movies, songs, poems or references made. Several hints to Harry Potter books, but again belong to J.K. Rowling. Any further things belong to their original owners, aside from original characters. Used with no intention of profit!
Quotes from Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, hints at other books, or other things I may have forgotten, none of them belong to me! ]]
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Harry awoke the next day with a tap-tapping on his window. Cracking his eyes open, he was greeted by the usual tones of monochromatic colors as the world slanted into view. Rubbing his knuckles against an eye, the soon-to-be-eleven-year-old blinked blearily around, searching for the sound with a groan. Tap tap tap.
Slowly he rolled to plant his feet on the floorboards of his room, out of the soft sheets of his bed. At least in the summer it wasn't cold, his mind internally groused, distractedly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. Helios hissed in amusement at him, crawling down his left side as he made his way towards the window. Padding over to the sill, he moved around his desk and pushed up the latch and slid his window open. Hecate swooped in, her great black wings beat several times, flapping at her sides as she circled before landing on his black oak desk.
In her talons was a letter that she dropped on the smooth surface next to her, hopping about impatiently for her human, giving an indignant sort of sqawk. The letter was the same old parchment, the envelope sealed with a swirled and imperious gold and black letter 'G' beneath the latin of "Fortius Quo Fidelius" around a key. The front was addressed to 'Mr. Harry James Potter, wizard' quite simply.
Peeling open the wax and pulling out the thick letter from the envelope, Harry took a moment to scrub his face with his fingers and simply breathe. The letter was secure in his hand, and when he finally opened his eyes, focused enough to read it he was calm and awake.

'Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received your letter and are surprised greatly to find that not only were you placed with muggles, but that you have no knowledge of your key's whereabouts. Should you be who you say you are, then things have not gone according to plan.

Your parent's Will was registered as 'Undisclosed', and we are unable to obtain it at this time. Your accounts have not been accessed, but a few of your personal affects and property are missing. Your account manager will go over balance and monthly stipend when you speak, and the duties and actions you wish to take.

You are Heir to a few note-worthy houses, and have been Willed a few things worth regard.

All will be discussed if you are, indeed Harry James Potter. We will see you and your guardian or Hogwarts guide soon. Ask for Gornuk.
May your Gold ever flow,

and Your Enemies ever Tremble,

Ragnok the Foeslayer '
The boy wizard sighed, finished reading. Placing the letter in a drawer for now, he thanked Hecate, stroking gently along her smooth, feathered head. Lightly scritching beneath her beak till she tilted her head to one side, he tried to clear his mind of the unconscious worries that were boggling it at the moment. One step at a time, one step.
With that in mind, the boy gathered up a few supplies and moved to do his morning ablutions. It was much easier after years of growing adjusted to his sensitive skin and volatile hair. It appeared odd strands of his hair were acting much like a defense mechanism, and could sense vibrations, certain sensations or moods, wavelengths. Rather strange, but useful at times.
His shield-scales were also rather useful additions, especially if he wanted to have Hecate land on what would've naturally been bare skin before. Her talons pierced skin, but not his spider-patches. A few spiders that had passed on in webs around the house had offered their services, eager to join in Harry's body. They too became a patch, though Harry controlled it and allowed it further a thick patch around his wrist, with Hecate in mind. His right arm was now rather coarsely covered from the elbow to wrist.
Slipping on his gloves, dressed in his usual silks, button up shirts, vests and slacks with black oxford shoes, he ambled cheerfully down the stairs. A pair of tinted sunglasses were tucked into his breast pocket, a green tie at his throat. A silk ribbon tied his mid-length hair back, though a few errant strands seemed to have a mind of their own, he was the picture a well-born child.
"Good morning, Aunt Petunia, Dudley! Has Uncle Vernon already left?" Harry greeted cheerfully, making his way through the living room and round to the dining room. This was hardly odd, Vernon often put in earlier hours to come home earlier to his family, now.
His Aunt agreed that yes, his Uncle had gone for the day and it was just them, and they had just finished a breakfast (of which Harry still preferred starches and meat over vegetables and fruit), when the doorbell rang.
"That's... odd. Aunt Petunia, are you expecting company? A package?" Harry inquired, already waving her off as he went to get the door for her. The thin, blond woman shook her head, looking thoroughly confused as to who could be bothering them quite so early and unannounced. To Harry, her hair was a shade of off-white, lighter than the world around him, but that hardly mattered.
Making his way to the door, Harry turned the handle only to blink in surprise. A woman in a tartan dress with a broach at her throat stood on the stoop. She had a rather severe looking bun, her graying hair pinned back tightly from her stern face, and she was somewhat tall for a woman. Harry blinked his green eyes up at her in confusion, for her blue tartan dress, her black graying hair, small gold glasses upon her nose... was all in technicolor. This was his Kind on his front step, waiting patiently with her hands clasped before her.
"Harry Potter, I presume?" She stated clearly, with a faint Scottish accent.
Harry held the door open a bit wider and nodded. "Yes, I am Harry Potter. Are you one of the the guides from the school, Madam? A Professor?" Belatedly, he blinked and gestured inside with a gloved hand. "Oh, I apologize, please do come in."
Her mouth twitched but she did not smile, though she did appear to be surveying him rather curiously. "My name is Professor McGonagall, and I am the Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts. I will be your guide to the Magical world, and help you get settled. Even if I am not your Head of House, you may come to me if you have need of me, or any questions. Today, I will be taking you to Diagon Alley to purchase your School Supplies." She paused, glancing into the kitchen as though curious. "Would your... guardian like to accompany you?"
The boy could hear a certain hesitance in the Witch's voice. Almost as though she didn't approve of his guardians. But she'd never met them, had she...? Pushing the thought aside, Harry quietly excused himself and went into the dining room to see his Aunt. He knew she had heard some of it, but wanted to ask her personally.
"Aunt Petunia, Professor McGonagall is here to take me to Diagon Alley today... she said I can take my guardian. Would you like to come?" Harry tentatively offered this to the horse-faced woman, knowing how sensitive the topic of magic was for her. Yes, he'd threatened them into respecting him, but he didn't want to force them into situations they hated. He wanted respect and tolerance, not fear and submission.
After a few moments, Petunia's mouth tightened and she quietly stated, "At... at this time, I don't think I'll be able to go. Thank you for offering... Harry."
Harry nodded, about to turn when he noted Dudley was on the edge of his seat. His cousin was so very quiet now, he barely spoke sometimes. He often wondered if he'd been traumatized by the whole ordeal and something in him had snapped... leading to a very quiet and chubby boy. He still asserted himself when necessary, but otherwise, Dudley could go days without speech. At the moment, he was half-off his chair, staring wide-eyed at Harry with a hopeful and shining look on his face.
The young wizard paused, turning towards his damaged cousin, then gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "Would you like to join me, Dudley?" The bulky boy nodded and glanced at his mother. Petunia appeared to choke for a moment, her mouth trembling.
Finally, Petunia managed to say, "If that is the case, I will gladly join you both on your outing, Harry... Dudley." She glanced at her nephew and Harry could've sworn she mouthed, "Thank you!" for a moment, before it passed.
With that decided, they all trooped into the living room, meeting the witch who stood waiting with a curious expression on her face. A smile was tugging at one side, and she seemed to be trying to fight it. After a moment, she addressed Petunia and said, "He has a lot of his mother in him, doesn't he?"
His Aunt made a strange noise and nodded, dabbing at her eyes. McGonagall softened then, patting the woman's shoulder and herding them all out into the street, then off to an alley. "Now, I was planning on Apparating, since I didn't expect you'd want much to do with Harry's schooling. But since that isn't the case, it'll be much faster if we take the Knight Bus. Horrid transportation, but it gets you there fast, and it's the only way with all of us since I don't want to make multiple trips, or risk splinching."
She must've seen the questions that were burning in each of their eyes so she went on to explain, "Apparation is something one learns when a witch or wizard is of age, and they have to have an issued license. They can appear, place to place with it, disappearing with only a 'pop' as a trace of where they've been. However, if one is not certain of the people they are carrying and the amount of people makes it more difficult... you risk splinching. A powerful witch or wizard can apparate up to two others with no risk, but I don't recommend it."
The tartan witch paused. "The Knight bus is a mode of travel, it's just vastly sped up. We can arrive long distances in merely seconds or minutes. However, it's... a lot crazier than many people are used to. But, you will see for yourself in a moment. Harry, pay close attention, as one day you may need to learn this," the Scottish accented woman instructed. She pulled a long and polished stick of wood, a bit longer than nine inches out of her sleeve and raised it in the air. In a fluid motion, she brought it down.
Within moments, she was scooting them back as there was a screeching of tires as a double-decker red bus appeared in the early morning where she had stood. A man climbed off, reading from a card with a thick cockney accent. "Welcome to the Knight bus, easy travel for the stranded witch or wizard... we'll take you where you want to go."
McGonagall quickly paid the small fee, waving off Petunia's concerns and worries, stating that it was part of the school's budget. They boarded the bus, Dudley shyly remarking that it was unusual to see beds on a bus. Petunia sniffed and picked out one that was to her standards, a bit baffled but obviously interested despite herself. They all piled onto a mattress, the two ladies primly sitting while Dudley and Harry sat comfortably. McGonagall advised them to hold onto one of the four bed frame posts, and recalling what she said about speed, they each did.
After much squealing from his Aunt, and an occasional soft giggle from Dudley, they arrived at a place known as The Leaky Cauldron in London. Piling out nervously, the blond woman graciously thanked the world for being back on stable ground and announced that she would never again complain about normal automobiles.
Chuckling, the quartet were guided carefully into the dingy bar, the muggles between the two magicals to make sure they didn't wander from the 'Notice Me Not' enchantment, as McGonagall explained. The tartan witch quickly moved through the patrons, making no attempt to greet anyone, instructing everyone to keep their head down so as they could make the most of time and see as much as possible (later she would explain that Harry was famous, and she didn't want to attract unwanted attention). Quickly enough, they made it to the back and towards the alley, only to be met with a brick wall.
"Really, is this some kind of joke?" Aunt Petunia asked with a curious sort of frustration. She was nervous, feeling as though someone was having her on. The woman was finally being included, and she was worried it would all be swept out from under her.
"Pay careful attention, Harry," his Professor instructed again, and her wand was back out. Three up from the trash can, two across, she tapped it with her wand and suddenly the bricks began to slide and melt back. Folding away properly like a doorway, the witch turned with a smile. "Welcome, Mr. Potter and Dursley family, to Diagon Alley."
His Aunt and cousin gaped, staring transfixed as an entire world was revealed to them. Witches in pointed hats walked up and down the street, patrons purchasing items and arguing over the price of newt eyes, a shop that sold racing brooms all within London. Shops left and right, several more alleys with various signs, and a looming building to the left.
"We will start with the most important," His guide began, getting their attention as she began to walk. They hurried to catch up, Harry moving to her side while Aunt Petunia held Dudley's hand like a lifeline. "Gringott's bank. We need to see about your vault, and the Headmaster has given me your key---"
"The headmaster had my key?" Harry cut off in confusion. "I wrote a letter to Gringotts because my guardians didn't have the key. I don't know why the Headmaster of a school I've never been to would have my key...."
The austere witch floundered for a moment and then reached into a hidden pocket of her dress. "I do not know why the Headmaster was entrusted with your Vault key, Mr. Potter, but I'm sure there was a reason. If you have written to the bank, then it's good that we make it there in good time. Here, your key, Mr. Potter," She pronounced, and presented him with a small brass key, rather ornate and slightly weighted.
Harry said nothing and followed her into the bank, eyeing the guards curiously and reading the warning plaque aloud.
Enter, stranger, but take heed

Of what awaits the sin of greed

For those who take, but do not earn,

Must pay most dearly in their turn.

So if you seek beneath our floors

A treasure that was never yours,

Thief, you have been warned, beware

Of finding more than treasure there.

Sobek stirred against his clavicle, making a silent note that Goblins appeared to take their security rather seriously. Harry wanted to answer, but couldn't, so he didn't. Instead, they moved into the bank, past the rather large doors and recess of stalled people.
McGonagall moved around a throng and up to a teller, peering up at him through her small glasses. When she had his attention, she shuffled Harry forward, who glanced up and stated as clearly as possible. "Please, sir, I have an appointment with my account manager, Gornuk. I was told to ask for him."
The Goblin peered over the edge of the table at him, towering over the soon-to-be-eleven-year-old. His sharp-toothed grin did not appear to bother Harry, however and after a moment he asked, "Name?"
"Harry Potter, sir. I also recently found out that the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore had my vault key without my knowledge. Professor McGonagall assures me there's a reason for this," Harry stated smoothly.
The blood-thirsty creature stared at him, black eyes searching before it nodded. Eventually he climbed down from his chair and disappeared. A few minutes later they were called back, told that Gornuk was waiting.
"Thank you, Teller Griphook, I will call you back when he is ready to go to his vault," Gornuk dismissed. With that, he folded his small clawed hands on his desk, whispy hair swept back. His large nose looked gouged as though someone had tried to tear it off with shark teeth, but by Goblin standard, Harry supposed he might be handsome. "Well, well... you are prompt, Mr. Potter. As you guardian and blood are here, I will ask your guide to kindly wait outside, please."
He motioned for McGonagall to step outside. She didn't appear bothered by this, simply murmuring a quiet, "If you have need of me..." and then stepping into the hall.
Gornuk indicated the seats in front of his desk, offering one for Harry, his aunt and cousin each. Anxiously the two muggles sat, glancing at the creature before them without obvious hints of staring, trying to be polite. When everyone was settled, the goblin turned to the wizard child and spoke.
"Now, do you consent to a small safety measure to ensure you are who you say you are?" He asked with a dark sort of glee hinting at the edge of his voice. It was almost as though he hoped all imposters met with bad ends.
"I... I suppose. I've nothing to lose, seeing as I am Harry Potter," the boy shrugged. It was a curious sort of question, but he wasn't sure how he could fail.
Gornuk held out his hand with a severe sort of authority. "Give me your finger then, if you please. We'll take a drop of your blood to be sure of your identity, and if you are Harry Potter, we may continue with this interview."
Harry was suddenly glad that his gloves did not cover the ends of his fingertips today. Having to remove them and possibly bare a glimpse of his wrist to his Aunt, or worse the goblin would be uncomfortable. Tugging at a sleeve is hard to explain, and he made a note to buy longer than normal sleeves in the future. In the meantime, Harry set his hand on Gornuk's, offering his finger's without fear to the goblin.
A small silver pin was produced, pressing against the pad of the green-eyed boy's index finger. A drop of blood welled up, the bright red a stark contrast to his pale skin. Harry was quite fascinated for a moment, and watched the color that he often didn't get to see, but lived inside him--- before it was squeezed from his fingertip. The bead rolled off his finger and onto a small tablet inscribed with runes that Harry vaguely recognized but couldn't see properly from his position. Some, he didn't recognize at all and guessed that they were Goblin runes.
After a moment, the blood spread across the surface and then flared a dull green, fading quickly in a flash. Gornuk scowled for a moment, then looked up, pasting a welcoming smile on his face at Harry. "All appears to be in order, Mr. Potter. Your identity checks out... now, down to business..."
He began to shuffle through his desk, pulling out stacks of folders and files, a myriad of papers and setting them on top with a loud 'thunk'. The Dursley's jumped, and Gornuk gave a nasty smile before he began to read. "You are the sole heir of the Potter family, one James and Lily Potter. The family formerly went by Linfred and Peverall, and has several distant ties into Gryffindor as well, it would seem." His bushy eyebrows rose slightly. "Will you be wanting to connect those vaults? Or claim them when you're of age?"
Harry glanced at his Aunt. After a moment, she spoke up. "Can he connect them now, but claim any necessary duties or titles later? When he's of age?" She was being hesitant, but trying to help her young nephew.
Gornuk glanced at the muggle then at the documents. "If he claims the vaults, he can claim the titles later, yes. So he can connect them to the main Potter vault now, and worry about the rest when he's 17, an adult in the eyes of the wizarding world."
Harry nodded, glanced once at his Aunt in thanks and then said to Gornuk, "I would like to claim the Vaults, then. I think we'll just... go with that..." It was a rather inelegant, but he thought it got his point across.
Gornuk huffed then read, "Then you will receive all of the Linfred vault, the Potter vaults, and 1/3 of the Peverell vaults at this time as you are not their only bloodline. Should no others claim their heritage, by default you get the rest of the vault." He paused then continued, "The Gryffindor vault has one other plausible blood heir as closely tied, so I can only award you half at this time. If they do not apply for full title, by default the full vault and title will be yours."
The goblin then shuffled the papers and glanced up. "You are named as heir of the House of Black, and as their current owner forfeits Ministry rights, being incarcerated, would you like to claim the vault and title now?"
Harry glanced over at his Aunt again, but spoke as his eyes held her's. "If I were to claim it, would I be known as the heir of House Black, the same as I am heir of House Potter?"
Gornuk pursed his wide mouth and glanced from the non-magical blond to the wizard child. After a moment, he rubbed a gnarled finger over his chin. "It is not that you would be the heir of House Black, so much as you would be the heir and Regent reigning. Seeing as there is an active Will for Sirius Black, the only bloodline Head it could pass to, and he has stated explicitly that should anything happen to him he wished his godson to inherit all and be given the title of Head in his stead." He ran a yellowed nail over the parchment and tapped it. "If you accepted the vault, you would be Heir Regent, the Black head as soon as you are fourteen, but acting as head in legal matters. Or, appoint a legal guardian to do so in your stead... you would be required to approve of betrothals, marriages, the usual family matters. Look after the family properties, investments and monthly stipends to relatives."
Harry's head was swimming. This was a lot of information to take in. It sounded a lot like all of it would be his regardless, as soon as he became seventeen, so why not claim it now? But on the other hand, it was a lot to deal with. He'd have several years before he'd have to worry about House Potter, House Linfred, and the partial houses of Peverall and Gryffindor. Should he accept it?
Kali stirred for a moment, and brushed across his thoughts with a gentle whisper. Her sigh was soft, and her murmur was sweet, dulcet. "You have a good three years before you are fourteen, four if you count this one, child-mine. As Regent, your duties would probably be similar to how you take care of the Colony... and you are not alone. It will be hard, but I think you are ready."
Harry smiled internally, then glanced at his Aunt. She nodded a little. "I... your Uncle and I will help you keep track of any duties you need, if you choose to accept. If you decline, we'll support you. Vernon's a good head with numbers, and I'm good for names, people or faces," Petunia helpfully put in.

With that, the boy turned to his account manager and nodded. "Then I accept the House of Black vaults... and title as Heir Regent. I am aware that this requires me to be Head of House at age fourteen," he repeated.
Gornuk seemed to nod, pulling out a parchment that had a coat of arms with a bunch Ravens with long sword. "Welcome to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Please press your bloodied finger here," he indicated the spot at the bottom of the parchment, next to a signature that read 'Sirius Black', before which were several other signatures, including various other Blacks. It appeared that after Sirius Black's incarceration, his status as a blood-traitor and being disowned had been reneged. This could have been caused by a case of many of the Black branches dying out, either childless, or without proper heir-apparents that were not disowned or bloodtraitors themselves. Thus, he was currently Head of House Black, after the Will and death of Pollux Black and Arcturus Black some three years ago. Their death dates were listed beneath each signature, and Harry's hand trembled a moment before he pressed his finger to the parchment, the blood soaking in immediately. Where once the red had been, swirls began to appear. From this, the contract began to form his name, Harry James Potter Black with the word Regent in green next to it for now. Thankfully, he hand no death date.
"Now," Gornuk continued, setting the contract carefully aside for now. "We can continue with your holdings, assets and investments."
Harry barely resisted groaning aloud, but did bite his lip. Would this ever end?! A glance at Dudley revealed that his eyes were glazed slightly, and he had long since zoned out. Oh, if only he could be so lucky. "Um... I beg your pardon, but will this take long? It's just... I still have school supplies to purchase, and I still need to visit my vault..."
The goblin scowled, managing to look a bit nastier than usual. Harry thought that was rather saying something, but decided not to voice this, in case he wasn't impressed. Finally, after a bit of shuffling, he began. "The Potters no longer own the shop or potion recipe of Sleekeazy's Hair Potion , but they own 25% royalties on Stock as the inventors. They also own 25% royalties on Skele-Grow and PepperUp Potion Stock each." There was a bit of shuffling and Harry glanced at his Aunt, while she nodded, showing she would explain this to him later. "You have also been left a great deal of random items from witches or wizards with few relatives, or those who worshipped you after your defeat of Lord Voldemort."
Harry noted that strangely, the goblin didn't seem afraid to say his name. A glance at his muggle Aunt however, showed that she had gone pale. "From Billia Blishwick, one pensieve. It will be placed in your vault until such time as you need it. From Cassandra Vablatsky you were gifted two crystal balls, may they guide you well." Here the boy fought not to roll his eyes, heaving a sigh. "From the Yates family, a collection of old Family wands, may they protect you as well as they did their owners. You have also been offered several marriage proposals... would you like to accept, decline, or set them aside at this time?"
Harry did groan this time. Marriage? At his age? They had to be mad! He wasn't thinking about marriage, he was thinking about school! Helios snickered, only to be shushed by Aeolus, and the two chattered quietly while Harry took a deep breath. A moment later Harry answered, "I think I would like to decline. Can you send them letters in my stead? Let them know that at this time, I am not accepting marriage proposals, but I thank them kindly for their offers."
His aunt nodded in approval, murmuring quietly about manners while Dudley fought not to nod off in his chair. Harry rubbed his forehead. "Is... is that it, sir? I mean... are we done?"
Annoyed, his account manager looked down his disfigured nose at the wizard. "All that's left is your monetary value, then you may go to your vault, wizard," the goblin sneered. "You have recovered your key, and we are looking into the whereabouts of the rest of your properties. As for why Albus Dumbledore had your vault key, our solicitors will investigate that personally." He smiled in a manner that made Harry's insides squirm. "The end total for your combined Vault as it stands is 1,987,456,764 Galleons 6543 Sickles and 10,981 Knuts. Your School Vault still stands with an even 2,000 Galleon 600 Sickles and 400 Knuts, which of course is replenished each year." He then produced a thick folder filled with various parchments. "This is what we have discussed, and various things we haven't. Some of the things you will be inheriting are listed in here. These are only copies, so you needn't worry yourself. Please go over it at your leisure."
The folder was passed to the dazed child who then handed it to his Aunt. "Good day, muggles, wizard. May your gold flow, Mr. Potter-Black." With that, it seemed they were dismissed, and they walked to the door, rousing Dudley from his stupor.
McGonagall appeared to be arguing with an abnormally large and tall man in the atrium when they exited, but turned to greet them. "Ah! There you are. Right, let's get to your vault, Mr. Potter." And before her companion could speak, she hurried them along. The Teller goblin from before, Griphook lead them down and into a set of carts. Quickly, they sped down in a dark passage past several vaults that appeared to be guarded by Dragons. Several times Dudley squealed, "Look, Mum!" with excitement. It was the first time in a long time he'd been quite so aware.
Finally, Griphook called out, "Vault number 687, the Potter-Black vault!" and stepped out. Harry stepped out, as did McGonagall. Petunia was less eager to follow, but Griphook just stated, "Key please!"
Harry, holding out the brass key, offered it to the goblin, who then proceeded to open the large vault door. Inside, Harry nearly fell over. For Galleons were gold pieces, Sickles were silver and Knuts were bronze. It seemed that he was quite rich indeed. A small bag hung next to the door, inviting him to take it and fill up as much as he liked. "This... this is my school vault," Harry stated dazedly, glancing at his Aunt.
She nodded, glancing around. After a moment, she motioned to the velvet drawstring bag. "Better fill it up, we'll need to buy your things and get going. We've spent a lot of time at the bank, Harry."
Dully, he nodded and began to stuff handfuls of coins into the bag. More galleons than the others, simply because they were more valuable, but he made sure to get some of the others as well. When it was stuffed to bursting, Harry stepped back and sighed. "Alright. Back to the top... thank you, Griphook..."
The goblin blinked... after a moment, he nodded. Then, they all piled in, and rode the cart back up the mine shafts and made their way through the bank. It was just as exciting the second time.
Finally, they were headed to the doors, when McGonagall asked, "Wand or necessity first?" Harry couldn't possibly decide...
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Aelys_Althea : I love romance, but I want to build into it! Plot has to happen first. He's a bit young for romance, so it has to happen slowly. I'm glad you like it. Hopefully you continue to do so. I plan on writing Hogwarts through the years, as long as I can. You're quite welcome! I'm enjoying writing, and was only gone due to personal matters in real life. Hopefully, Harry comes across as realistic ~ I do so hate where something comes across as overdone... anyways... enjoy!
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