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Deliver Me	By : Aresgodofchaos Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 15669 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. If I did I would not be a struggling college student. I would be somewhere in the sun drinking Cristal.

Chapter List
- 1-one
- 2-two
- 3-three
- 4-four
- 5-five
- 6-six
- 7-seven
- 8-eight
- 9-nine
- 10-ten
- 11-eleven
- 12-A real chapter at last
- 9
- 10
- 11
Italics- inner thoughts
bold- parseltongue or word inflection (showing sarcasm or other emotions) depending on the situation
Chapter 10—
Harry sat on his bed reading a book on charms. He was practicing a bit. Earlier that day, he and Neville went to Giuseppe's so Harry could get another wand. Ollivander was not the only man in town where that was concerned and Neville had gotten his custom wand from the premiere Italian wandmaker. Harry's wand was made from the wood of the Arjuna* tree with a core made of phoenix ash and a thestral feather. Harry thought it was an odd combination but was told by Giuseppe that it meant he was simply a strong wielder of magic nothing with sinister overtones like Ollivander's statement when he was eleven.
Harry cast a tempus charm. It was 1:10 am. He was having trouble sleeping again. He didn't tell his aunt or Nev that he was a bit scared of being in the room by himself because he did not want to seem too weak or clingy. He had been using Dreamless Sleep for the past two weeks in order to help him however too much over a period of time could be extremely addictive. He only had two doses left that he could take before Healer Mintworth said he could no longer have any safely.
When he closed his eyes he didn't see any bloody nightmares or anything of that ilk. He no longer even dreamed of that last night with his mother or when Hedwig was killed in the front of him in that tiny backroom within Azkaban or when Remus and Sirius fell by Bellatrix's wand. No….when he closed his eyes he saw himself back in that cell with that thick, suffocating, and consuming silence. He hated that feeling …yes he hated the deafening sound of the silence. He had suffered in the dense stillness for much too long in cell XXVI. Harry even had his aunt put a muggle grandfather clock in his room. She thought since he had grown up in the muggle world he wanted something to remind him of his past. However, that wasn't the reason. He never wanted to remember the years he grew up under the loving care of the Dursleys or of the willfully blind neighbors and teachers who saw the bruises yet did nothing. The grandfather clock made sounds….sounds which broke the deep and still quiet within his room.
Harry put the book down as he lay down in the bed and tried to get comfortable. He looked at the potion by his bedside on the finely wrought ivory table.
I need more than two days of this potion but Mintworth won't give me anymore. I mean how dangerous can it really be? I just want to be able to sleep. I know what I can do. I can just go purchase some from an apothecary. Dreamless Sleep is not supposed to be sold over the counter but a few extra galleons, a glamour, and a wizard's vow might buy silence. I need to be able to sleep. I can't take the stillness that comes when I close my eyes.
With that though Harry picked up a vial and swallowed its contents.
Minutes later he was fast asleep.
Harry came down the stairs refreshed a little after ten that morning. He felt like skipping a bit. He could not wait for his little field trip to 12 Grimmauld later and he really hoped that the unwanted occupants would be home.
He then walked into the breakfast room.
"There you are sleepyhead. I was about to go wake you up but Nev here told me to let you sleep. I wanted to make sure the nargles did not have you," said Luna as she got up from her chair and ran to give Harry a hug as she brightly smiled.
"Thanks Luna. I just got up late is all since I went to bed a bit late due to reading," said Harry as he and Luna sat at the table.
"You are not having trouble sleeping again are you?," asked Augusta with concern laced in her voice.
Harry shook his head and smiled, "No aunt, if I were I would ask for Healer Mintworth." Harry did not really like lying to his aunt but he did not want her to worry.
Augusta smiled and then introduced Xenophilus Lovegood to Harry.
"Good morning, Mr. Lovegood. I am so glad to finally meet you…awake that is. Thank you for all you have done for me. I don't know how to really ever thank you," said Harry with a bright smile.
"Please call me Xeno. There is no need to thank you I was simply doing what was right. Besides, you being Luna's friend and getting better is far enough payment as far as I am concerned," said Xeno.
Harry shook his head and then thought for a few seconds. His eyes suddenly glimmered. Nev and Luna knew that look. Harry had an idea.
"Xeno, well I know a way of repaying you. Please don't say no," said Harry with a sly smile.
Augusta and Xeno looked at Harry.
"What way is that?," said Xeno as he took up his teacup.
"Well, I know practically everyone knows about what happened to Sirius and me. I am pretty sure that I am expected to have an interview soon. In fact, Deffold and Aunt have received requests on my behalf. However, since I consider you one of my good friends, would you be willing to interview me?," said Harry.
The other two were a bit shocked but Xeno and Luna were the most shocked of all.
"Really, Harry? You would do that for Papa?," said Luna.
"Of course, I would. I don't want to talk about anything to anyone else. They would just mess up my words. I really don't mind doing this. I have actually been thinking about doing this for the past week," said Harry.
"Well, it would be my pleasure. I am sure the masses will want to know the truth especially considering this morning's headlines, Lord Tremayne," said Xeno with a friendly and open smile.
"Yes, Harry. If the papers and the talk shows on the holo* were not talking about you they are now," said Luna as she cut into her eggs and sausages.
"Dear Merlin, is it even possible to have more attention? There must be other important things going on in the world," said Harry. He then popped a piece of sausage into his mouth.
"There is Harry but you know how the public is. You are the "boy-who-lived", former Savior of Wizarding England and Hogwarts, and now lord of three houses. You have lived more in your seventeen years than some have lived in half their lives. They think they need…no obligated to know. It might get a bit better out of England. Here you are a national hero. You are famous abroad but it's a bit more keyed down," said Luna with a wistful smile.
"You know I never really understood why I was famous. I lived but my parents died. That's all that I see in the situation. Now, I was freed after an unjust imprisonment and Sirius and Remus are gone. You know I don't really see the point of the fame. It's not really all that helpful in the long run," said Harry in a sad tone.
Everyone was silent for a minute.
Harry looked up and then said in a calm voice, "I am sorry here I am getting melancholy. I am happy...really…it's just that sometimes I think I am dreaming and that when I wake up I will be back in Azkaban. I know it is silly but I can't help it. It has happened before. I always woke up from the dream."
Augusta got up from her seat and knelt down by Harry's seat and then hugged him.
"Harry, you are here to stay. We won't leave you alone again," said Augusta.
Harry leaned into the hug and then whispered thanks.
(Meanwhile at the Wischard Summer House in Wizarding Bath)
Frederick had just dismissed his valet after putting on his marmarlod* boots which were lined with dragon hide leather. He then looked in the full length mirror and went over his reflection. At 172, he still looked very good for age. Due to his Veela heritage he did not look as old as his friends who did not have any creature heritage*. His hair was still mostly a deep auburn color with slight highlights of a light brown and was cut short. For the most part Frederick looked like a very fit forty-five year old. His nose though a bit of the large side when paired with his fine features and piercing amber eyes led him to still be considered quite handsome.
His husband, Garnett, and two youngest children were already up for the day. He was going to the sitting room adjoined to his bedroom in order to have a late breakfast with his husband. Last night's introduction party for his youngest, Holden, did not end until a little after three a.m. that morning.
He entered the sitting room and saw Garnett sipping his tea. At only 112 years old, Garnett was beautiful in a dark way. He had piercing cerulean eyes that had slight grey flecks depending on the lighting. His jet black hair was loosened and landed gently on his shoulders. He had beautiful Grecian features and when he stood he was only two inches shorter than his husband's height of 6'5. He was the opposite of his useless first husband. Since the thirty-eight years that Frederick divorced that poor excuse for a husband, he had not thought much of Theodore. When Frederick thought of Theodore he only remembered Theodore's seemingly obsessive devotion that only grew more annoying the longer they were married. Frederick never realized that Teddy had loved him dearly and as time passed he even believed the rumors about Theodore even though the rumors began in the Wischard and Paddington camps.
"Rick {A/N: Frederick's nickname. I was going to do Fred but I do not want confusion between him and Fred Weasley} you still look so tired. I am happy that was the last introduction party we would have to host. Come and eat darling, you look absolutely exhausted," said Garnett after he put down his teacup.
Frederick kissed his husband on the cheek then sat down.
"Happy it's the last party, hmmm? Weren't you the one who wanted to try for another child before you couldn't have anymore?," said Frederick as he picked up a biscuit as he sat down.
"Thank Mab that you discouraged me. I think planning and executing three introduction parties is far more than enough in a lifetime. Besides Roland is thirty-seven this year and he should be getting married in next score of years or so…hopefully. I want to see him handle an introduction party once he has a child reach seventeen. Then again I have a good twenty-five years to try still, I might change my mind," said Garnett with a beautiful smile. {Since wizards and witches had such long lives (approx. 250 yrs.-290yrs. depending on the situation) due to advances in medical care Garnett could have another child. However since he does not have creature heritage and can only get pregnant by potion he only has twenty-five more years in which he could have a child. The medical community advises men without creature heritage (or at least the creatures who are capable of male pregnancy) not to use the potion after their 130th year due to the increased likelihood of giving birth to squibs and other serious birth defects}
Frederick simply shook his head and then laughed when thinking about his eldest. Roland, who lived in Wizarding Paris, made great complaint last night about the amount of persons present at the party. He seemed to forget that when he was seventeen he had wanted to invite his entire school and half….well the better halves of Wizarding Rome and Paris to the party.
Frederick and Garnett began small talk once they started eating their breakfast in earnest. Ten minutes later the door to their sitting room was swung open. Holden and their eighteen year-old daughter, Ashleigh ran inside. There was wild chatter and little could be understood between shouts of "Papa", "Father", and other sentences thrown in.
"Silence, speak as persons befitting your station," shouted Garnett. He had wanted a bit of peace and quiet with his husband and it had been interrupted.
"Sorry, papa, but it's all over WNN and all the other news shows. Father, tell papa to turn on the holo. You both won't believe Ashleigh and me if we tell you," said Holden. His bright azure eyes were quite animated.
"Holden, Ashleigh can't this wait till later?," said Garnett with impatience quite clear in his voice.
Ashleigh simply made an impatient sound and then shouted, "Holo, WNN".
The two fathers sat and watched the holo convinced that their youngest children had seen something they wanted. They were not prepared for what the anchor, Aston Langley, had to say.
- (I am going to type the scene on the holo. The scene is a news show like the many on CNN and will be written as such)
Langley: Good morning all, I am Aston Langley and welcome once more to my show The Finer Points. If you are just turning on your holo this morning and have not yet read a newspaper you better sit down. In my hand is a copy of a press release from Deffold & Associates sent out by the Honorable Florian Deffold. For those who don't know solicitors from Mr. Deffold's firm represent many of the crème de la crème of British and French society such as the Fosters, Daffolds, Bontecous, and the Guiscards but most importantly the Longbottoms and Lord Harry Potter. This document I have within my hand rewrites history and leads to many interesting questions. I will just read the important parts of the document:
As of August 13, 1997, Harry James Potter, has been made Lord of the Houses of Potter, Black, and Tremayne. As the only child of the late Lord and Lady Potter, he has taken up the family mantle along with the lordship of House Black. The late Sirius Orion Black made his godson, Harry James Potter heir by hest blood adoption on July 1, 1994. Harry James Potter has also been made head of The House of Tremayne, which was thought to be defunct since 1867. However, it was proven by Gringotts High Inheritance Board (and later confirmed by Marchalle & Sons*) through a blood inheritance ritual yesterday at 1:30pm that Harry James Potter is the great-grandson of the late Llewellyn Geraint Tremayne, the thirty-ninth Lord of Tremayne House. His mother Lily Rose Potter nee Evans was born Cynthia Paulina Wischard. Lady Cynthia Paulina Wischard was the daughter of Frederick Wischard and Claudius Leyland Tremayne aka Theodore Wischard nee Cale. It is not clear at this time how Lady Wischard ended up in the muggle world however inquiries are being made. Several close relations have already been contacted and meetings will be arranged. Lord Potter will receive all inquires at the head English offices of Deffold & Associates.
That is the end of the press release. However, if the public remembers there was a scandal concerning Mr. Wischard and his first husband which led to the dissolution of the bonding and soon after Mr. Wischard bonded to Garnett Paddington, the youngest son of Sir Paddington. However I will leave that for our next guest, journalist Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet. At this time I have with me Professor Ivanhoe Sodgraas from Druid University* where he teaches History of Extinct Magic and Present Magic and is a researcher of ancient forms of magic and family lineages. He is here to talk to me about the possible family relations that this information has unearthed.
Good morning Professor Sodgraas and thank you for being here this morning.
Sodgraas: Good morning Aston and it is my pleasure.
Langley: I am sure that you now know the news about the revelations of the lineage of Lord Potter. I just want you to explain to the public what exactly this means and the possible relations that have been discovered due to this surprising disclosure.
Sodgraas: Yes well this information is certainly surprising first of all. It is not every day that a defunct house is suddenly no longer extinct. The Tremaynes are very distantly related to several families such as English families of the Farrells, the Simpsons, the Hastens, and the Gaunts. However those families as I said are very distantly related. At this present point I believe blood traitor magic would no longer work on them. I mention the Gaunts because they are from the line of the eldest son of Salazar Slytherin while the Tremaynes comes from the line of the younger son. The other lines I mentioned are related either through marriage or some sort of distant cousins. As the public knows there is only one remaining member of the Gaunt family and he took up the title of Lord Slytherin two years ago.
The families that would have the closest relations to the Tremaynes are the Wischards, of course, since Frederick Wischard is the grandfather of Lord Potter. Lord Malfoy and his family are also close since the mother of Claudius Leyland Tremayne was a Malfoy by birth. In fact there has not been a girl born to the Malfoy line since the late Lady Tremayne. Lord Potter is also related to the Delacours since his one of his great-great grandfathers, Lord Agamemnon Apollo Malfoy, was a Delacour by birth. Lord Potter is also technically related to the Weasleys through his great-great-great grandmother, Lady Vanetta Mary Malfoy, who was born a Weasley. Due to the scandal that occurred between the Weasleys, the Malfoys, and the Tremaynes, Lady Vanetta Malfoy removed herself from the Weasley tapestry but not the family magic, hence the technical relation. Also the last lord of Tremayne House declared the Weasleys irrevocable blood traitors. Lord Potter is also related to the Weldons. Lord Weldon is the great-great-great-great grandson of the sister of the late Lord Tremayne's father. If Lord Potter was incapable of claiming his birthright the money and all properties would go to Lord Weldon. However the title itself would die due to the stipulations attached to the title.
I won't even begin to touch upon the relation Lord Potter has on his father's side of the family. Although he does not have many close relations on that side of his family besides the Longbottoms, there are several other illustrious families that can claim relation to him. It is a great day in the history of genealogy and for those who study this field.
Garnett was a pale as a ghost as he looked at his Rick and then quietly put down his teacup.
"Father, this cannot be true. We all know you were married before but the man tried to foist a bastard on you…they….they must be wrong. They have to be," stated Ashleigh as her amber eyes blazed with emotions. She then ran her hand through her long silky auburn hair.
Holden simply looked at his sister and then proceeded to sit down in a recliner by the window.
"Ashleigh, it must be true. It was confirmed by a Gringotts High Board and Marchalle & Sons. There cannot be a mistake," said Holden. He looked out the window and worry was etched within in his striking and handsome features. Bugger it… well isn't this a bloody fucking mess? Harry Potter is my nephew. Why the hell didn't he notify Father before? He bloody well embarrassed us all. Everyone will know we did not know because he wasn't present last night and none of us have even been seen with him in public. What a pompous prick.
Similar thoughts were in the minds of the four in the room when another entered the room. It was the eldest Wischard child, Roland.
Roland did not bother with greetings and simply stated, "By all of magic this cannot be true," as he threw a copy of one of the Paris newspapers on the table.
There was still silence in the room.
"How dare he? How dare he not notify us beforehand? We found out when everyone else found out….like common folk. Everyone will know that we did not know when we should have been among the first to know. We are much closer relations than the Longbottoms," shouted Holden as he stood up in anger.
"Garnett, were there no late night messages whether by owl post or by house elf?," said Frederick. He continued to sit down and drank some of his tea.
Garnett simply shook his head no, stood up, and then began to pace the room a bit.
Roland's piercing blue-grey eyes looked at the still running holo. He then commanded it off. His handsome features seemed calm. His 6'4 frame might have seemed relaxed to some as he leaned against a book case however to those who knew him it was obvious that he was quite a bit peeved.
"Father you know who notified me this morning? Baron Vichy's detestable sons told me when I went to the club this morning. I could not even hide the shock on my face. I must be the joke within Chevalier*. What are we to do? The ramifications of this announcement could be terrible for us socially which could hurt us financially. Neither grandfather nor Uncle must be up yet that can be the only reason why they are not here. That is the only thing working on our favor. Most of our acquaintances are just getting up or still asleep," said Roland as he too began to pace.
Frederick sat and pondered. Morgana's tits….isn't this is all fucked up? Theodore was the missing Tremayne son? That useless idiot was actually worth money? Damn it why did I never think to send him to Gringotts for a blood inheritance test….then again who would expect someone like that to be raised and working in a Irish orphanage. How can we fix this? Harry Potter is my grandson so that means that leech bore me a daughter. Well the past cannot be changed. I must control how society sees this…..hmmm my grandson the lord of three houses. All of us can benefit from this if the situation is dealt with properly.
When Frederick came out of his thoughts the rest of his family were talking loudly in worried tones.
"Quiet! We will not turn into mush over a slight public embarrassment. Based on the papers it is believed that Harry is living with the Longbottoms. Ashleigh, Holden write letters to your…..nephew. Don't mention anything about Azkaban, Hogwarts, or this slight against our family. Be charming in the letters, affable, and courteous without seeming contrived. Roland, you will write something a bit more along the lines of the letters your papa and I will write since you are twenty years his senior. I don't have to tell any of you how important this connection is. The family can be taken to new heights. Ashleigh and Holden also write to Lord Longbottom and…. that girl who has been seen with them in public. She is not of our class but write her anyway and be more than civil", said Frederick as he cut into the black pudding on his plate.
"Papa, do you mean that girl whose father is the owner of that outlandish paper? You can't be serious? What will my friends think if they found out? I would become the laughingstock," said Ashleigh as she made her face into a cute little frown and as her amber eyes shone in defiance.
"You will listen to your Father, Ashleigh. This goes beyond your friends. We might be rich and have centuries of pureblood lines but we are all untitled. You know that since I am your grandpapa's second son I have no title. This connection is of utmost importance. Can you imagine the doors this can open? Be friendly with all three. Besides if gossip can be believed that Quibbler girl may one day be the future Lady Longbottom…..however things can possibly change with the proper push in the right direction. The important thing is those two are the only people Harry's age that he has been seen with in public. Ashleigh, you will do this," said Garnett with earnest in his eyes.
"Yes, papa," said Ashleigh with a slight pout. That girl is going to be the future Lady Longbottom. Well since I have to befriend her I will but I will make sure to be best of friends with Longbottom. That is what Papa must have meant when he said "things could possibly change with the proper push". Longbottom must have been around that girl for far too long and developed feelings for her. That Quibbler girl might make a good mistress but she can never be a Lady. If I cannot catch Longbottom for myself I can get him for one of my friends…..I must plan.
"Come we have work to do. I am sure there are detractors who have already started to slander our name among society. Come there are letters to write and tongues to chastise and a father to calm," said Garnett as he began to walk out of the room in order to go to his private study. Garnett was not looking forward to talking to his father where this situation was concerned.
As the rest of his family began to walk out in order to begin their various tasks Frederick was left in the sitting room alone. He walked over to one of the windows on the right side of the room and looked out the windows. The view was spectacular for it showed many various trees and various perennials in bloom. Frederick then thought about his late first husband who seemingly had been a very wealthy heir.
"Biffy," said Fredrick as he continued to look out the window.
A small house elf appeared.
"Yes, Master Wischard. You called Biffy," said the elf in a cheerful tone.
"Bring me a bottle of Goblin rum and a clean glass," said Fredrick in his usual commanding tone.
The elf popped away and then returned fifteen seconds later with the requested items. She then popped away.
Frederick poured himself a generous amount of the very strong drink. Frederick thought back to the first time he had seen Theodore…Claudius. The young man was a sight to behold with his thick dark blond hair and intriguing bright green eyes that seemed to enthrall a person. His smile was infectious as well …he was beyond stunning. However those traits could no longer hold Frederick's interest after a decade in the bonding. The love or rather lust that had swept him when he first saw the young man had run cold. As Frederick drank the stout beverage he realized that he did not regret the ending of his marriage with Theodore however he knew if he had known of his first husband's heritage they would still be married to this day.
Yet, Frederick was not a person given to bouts of regret. He had never experienced it in his long life and would not start now. As he looked out at the two family dogs running along the grounds, Frederick made a plan to get on the good side of his grandson and to also slay the tongues of the gossipmongers.
He gulped down the rest of the burning liquid, put the glass on the breakfast table and then left to go to his personal study.
Earlier that morning…at around 7a.m.
For once this morning Ron was the first person up. Since Hermione had put her parents under a memory charm she had been living in the Weasley's large home and usually she or Molly had to wake Ron up in the morning. However, Ron had not slept that great last night and instead of tossing and turning he got up. After showering and dressing he went to the breakfast room that the family used the most. His father and the twins were usually up at this time of the morning during the week as they had to go to work.
Ron came into the large room and sat down.
"Funny seeing you here Ronnikins," said Fred.
"Oh, shut the hell up. I am starving that's all," said Ron as he began to pile eggs and sausages in his plate.
"Hmmmph when aren't you?," said George with a wiggle of one of his eyebrows.
Arthur entered the breakfast room and bid his sons good morning. Ron decided he was going to turn on the holo. When his family was poor this was a luxury that could in no way be afforded. However, he loved the holo (Hermione called it 'Star Trek come to life' ….whatever that meant). Ron commanded the holo on and was about to put it one on a music channel however his father told him to put it on the news.
An elf then popped in and delivered the paper which Arthur did not unroll to read. The quartet ate and then began to talk when a news update was announced by Zelinda Loughs, an anchor on the local wizarding news network.
Zelinda Loughs:
Good morning, I am Zelinda Loughs. This network has just been sent a news release that concerns our own Lord Potter {at this statement the quartet stopped eating and then began to pay complete attention to the holo}. Lord Potter's solicitor who is the head of Deffold & Associates has sent out a press release that concerns Lord Potter's heritage. It seems yesterday a blood inheritance ritual was completed on Lord Potter at Gringotts. The results showed much more than his father's distinguished heritage and that he was adopted by the late Lord Black through the hest blood ritual. According to the Gringotts blood ritual, which was later confirmed by Marchalle & Sons, Harry Potter is the heir of Tremayne House through his mother the late Lady Lily Potter. It seems that Lily Potter was not a muggleborn after all, however, the circumstances are not yet known about how she ended up in the care of the muggle family of the Evans. The birth parents of Lily Potter are Frederick Yaxley Wischard and his first husband Theodore Wischard. It seems however, that Theodore Wischard was really the missing Tremayne heir, Claudius Leyland Tremayne. Claudius Tremayne had been considered officially dead since 1979. It seems that Claudius Tremayne died on March 15th, 1960 not long after the birth of his daughter.
"WHAT?!", Arthur stated with a loud bellow as he stood up suddenly. Fred, George, and Ron were much too shocked to even speak. Arthur then held out his hand that he wore his signet ring upon. He then said, "I the head of Weasley House command all persons within this house to appear in the chairs at the table in their dressing gowns". A blue mist appeared and within thirty seconds Molly, Ginny, and Hermione appeared.
"Papa, what on earth is wrong?," said a bleary-eyed Ginny. She yawned and stretched out in the chair.
"Arthur, what on earth….you know I sleep in today, why on earth did you summon us with house magic?," said Molly who brought her dressing gown a bit tighter around her as she was a bit chilly.
Hermione was tired and looked as if she wanted to go back to sleep. She had stayed up late reading an advanced tome on arithmancy by the famous Professor Salome de Fial, who headed the department at the prestigious Le Collège de Sorcellerie et des arts. She planned on taking her N.E.W.T.S. in the subject and going to that school to get her mastery in the subject along with ancient and modern runes. She planned on becoming a professor at the university level one day. She did not simply wish to only be a wife. Anyways….the exhaustion was blatant under eyes and her hair was a bit bushy as she had not yet attended to her toilette that morning.
"Just listen to the holo," said Arthur. He was about to command the holo off mute when Ginny spoke.
"You woke me up to show me something on the holo, Papa? Are you serious? I am going back to bed," said Ginny as prepared to get up in order to go back to bed. She had no need to be up this early. She needed her beauty sleep. As far as she was concerned cutting back on sleep produced wrinkles. Although there were potions that did get rid of wrinkles (for lengthy periods of time albeit not permanently), she wanted to prevent the wrinkles in the first place. Ginny knew she was pretty….well beautiful and that she would only get better looking with age. According to her mother and father she looked like one of her great aunt's (well former great aunt) who had married a Malfoy. Anyways Ginny was a bit peeved because she was really tired. She had gone to bed a bit late last night doing her summer assignment for transfiguration. As far as she was concerned summer vacation should be exactly that….vacation from school.
"Ginny sit down. This affects all of us. Just be quiet and watch," said Fred.
It was then Molly, Hermione, and Ginny saw the pinched looks on the face of the men. Whatever the news was it must be serious.
"It's not You-Know-Who is it?," said Hermione as she reached to hold Ron's hand since he was sitting next to her.
Ron simply shook his head as Arthur then removed the silence spell from the holo. After 3 minutes of local news Loughs once again came with the news release about Harry. The three women were shocked out of their wits. Hermione (who was no longer tired) was speechless hence her reaction spoke volumes about the situation. After five minutes passed Ginny was the first to speak.
"You all realize what this means right? We are blood traitors or enemies against three families. Three very important….very illustrious families! Merlin's balls…..what the hell are we going to do?," said the petite red head girl who was now paler than usual.
Molly did not even notice that her daughter had sworn.
Suddenly an elf appeared in the breakfast room. Everyone knew that the elf belonged to Dumbledore. The elf had a note and then he simply handed it to Arthur.
Arthur hastily then opened the missive.
Good morning Arthur,
I am sure you have heard about the news concerning Harry. I believe we were both quite surprised to have discovered something so astonishing during breakfast. If you please there will be an Order meeting this afternoon at around 1pm. Please bring all the children. We will talk about Harry as something must be done to rectify this tenuous situation.
Albus
"This is why the magic worked against us yesterday. He had no need to embarrass us like that yesterday," said Molly hotly in a loud voice as she stood up and began to pace around the room.
The younger ones remained mute as they were lost in their thoughts.
"All of you go about your daily plans however there is an Order meeting at one this afternoon and everyone is going. We need to plan," said Arthur as he took up his teacup and then quickly drank the warm fluid.
Arthur and the twins, although still shaken, left to go to work at their various places of employment. This left Molly, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron at the breakfast table. The steam came up from the sausages, eggs, and potatoes in their various dishes due to the warming charms on them. However, the wonderful smells did not entice any. Ron had stopped eating after he heard the news.
"Mum, did we really do anything bad to Harry? I mean Mione and I only testified that he had dreams from You-Know-Who and that he was a parselmouth. I mean the evidence looked ….really looked as if he did it. I mean they found him with bits of his uncle and cousin on him and his wand was the murder weapon. He wasn't talking to Mione or I that summer….he didn't answer our letters. None of this is our fault. Things just happen to people sometimes. Who could have faulted us for saying that he was guilty? We were not alone in those thoughts", said Ron who had a worried look in his clear blue eyes.
"We did not do anything wrong, Ron. The evidence seemed blatant at the time. Besides, Neville can say that we betrayed Harry and all that rubbish but the fact still stands he was absent during the entire trial," said Hermione. Ron looked at his girlfriend as she smiled at him and her big brown eyes looked upon him filled with affection. He smiled back and then squeezed her hand a bit harder.
"Hermione's right Ron but don't worry it may take time but everything will turn out alright in the end," said Ginny.
Molly then came to herself and walked back to the table and began to serve herself some food.
"All of you eat. There is no need to starve ourselves. Eat. Then do what you all planned to do today. We will go to the Order meeting later. There is no need to starve ourselves and behave as Inferi and mope about," said Molly as she began to serve herself something to eat.
The girls then did the same as Ron began to eat once again.
They had no idea that the Order meeting would a few extra visitors that afternoon.
Later the day….after 11 a.m.
Bellatrix Lestrange was sitting in the breakfast room at one the smaller Malfoy homes (it was basically a small mansion) in Northumberland. She was picking at her food. She had gotten a late start. Bellatrix did not sleep very well last night because she was thinking about the Potter runt. Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined that Potter was someone of so much worth. He was the blood heir of two of the most prominent families in England. He even had power in French ministry due to his title as Lord of Tremayne house. However, as far as the black haired former beauty was concerned Potter was a waste. If he had been raised with a proper family such a revelation would be great however he was firmly on the wrong side as far as she was concerned. In fact Potter had made his opinions known. Narcissa had passed on Potter's message. Bellatrix could not believe that she was going to be thrown from the family of her birth. If only she could just get that blasted little boy.
How dare he….that filthy halfbreed…..well not halfbreed but he might as was well be. I knew Sirius was as worthless as a steaming heap of hippogriff dung. Leaving the entire family fortune to Potter when there was a proper pureblood like Draco to inherit…then again what can one expect from my obtuse cousin? What a waste he was. I wish Rodolphus was here…he would know what to do. If I could get my hand on that…..fucking rat. This is his entire fault. If only my Lord had allowed me to kill him ages ago this entire situation could have been averted.
As she continued to eat a house elf began to clean in the far corner of the room. Lucius, Narcissa, and Draco entered the room talking amongst each other.
Suddenly there was a blue flash at the breakfast table and an envelope appeared in front of Bella. The trio stopped talking and walked to the table and sat down.
Bellatrix picked up the letter. As soon as she touched it a red glow encased the letter. The magic on the envelope had recognized her as the recipient. The letter then began to speak.
Dear Lady Lestrange,
As of 11:15 on August 16th 1997, Lord Harry James Potter-Black has signed papers legally declaring you persona non grata in the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. You are no longer considered an heir in any shape or form. Since you are married you will retain the name of Lestrange, however, you are no longer considered a Black by name according to the Ministry of Magic. Before the week is up you will also be removed from the family magic and the main family tapestry at Black Manor as is customary.
Thank you and have a wonderful day.
From
Ursula Fribbage, Esq., Liaison for the Department of Lineages
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Bellatrix quickly got up and the pointed her wand at the elf quietly working in the corner.
"Crucio, crucio, crucio," said Bellatrix in quick succession and with the utmost meaning.
The red lights hit the poor elf and it then writhed and screamed in pain. Soon Bellatrix removed the curse and then just screamed and then began to rant about worthless purebloods.
"Bella, calm down. This is exactly the kind of ire that Potter wants you to have. A clear head and wise thoughts are better than acting like a silly Gryffindor," said Narcissa as she got up to stand be her sister.
Bellatrix shook her head in acquiescence and sat down. In spite of this, the anger was still quite clear in her eyes.
"Bella, Narcissa is correct. I will make sure there are some calming draughts and pain relieving potions here in the house and it would be wise to carry some on your person. You have no idea when the magic of the family removal will begin to because you pain," said Lucius in his usual cool voice as he picked up his teacup. Yet beneath his cool exterior Lucius did indeed feel quite deeply for his sister-in-law. No wizard….particularly a pureblood who came from such illustrious ancestry wanted to be removed from the main family tapestry. The whole situation was a travesty.
Draco looked at his aunt with sad eyes even though the rest of his facial features were cool. Potter has brought Aunt Bella so low. I know she might be a bit mad at times but time away from Azkaban and a mind healer have helped her greatly. She just lost Uncle Rodolphus. Hmmm… I will make sure Potter pays in the long run. He might be a pureblood but he is not better than the Weasleys and that mudblood cunt. First I must find out where he and Longbottom are attending school. Based on yesterday's events I can safely say that Hogwarts is out of the picture. I guess I can just apply as a transfer student to the top twenty schools on the Continent. I hope Potter and Longbottom don't decide to go across the pond. I don't like American rules when it comes to magic…they are a bit too mudblood friendly for my tastes.
"Cissa, I will kill that child….I care not a whit about his bloodlines. HIS HEAD WILL BE MINE," said Bella as she held onto the arms of the chairs she was sitting on.
"His head belongs to the Dark Lord, Bella, but you get to rid him of his family. Take solace in that," said Narcissa as she hugged her sister. Narcissa was very angry at Potter but she was not one to make anger rule her life…besides anger caused wrinkles.
The rest of the morning was spent with Lucius and Draco looking up different schools while Narcissa prevented Bella from killing all the elves within the house….all sixty-five of them.
In the afternoon….at around 12:40
Harry had a busy morning even though he had gotten a late start. He had signed the documents to legally remove that crazy bitch from the House of Black. He could imagine her reaction. Probably itching to kill or torture someone. I would say she deserves the Kiss but I don't know. If the truth never came out and if I had really survived the dragon pox and made it through the forty-five years I would have been Kissed. No one deserves that type of fear when it comes to their death. That fear of knowing the last thing you will see in life are those terrible deathlike creatures. She is an evil bitch though but I wouldn't even wish Azkaban on anyone. It's terrible there. That silence. It would drive the sane mad and drive the mad to death.
Harry had just came back from going to see Deffold and also going to Hopefield's Apothecary in the small wizarding village that was nearby. When he left his solicitor he quickly went to the village under a very strong glamour. He then purchased one hundred vials of Dreamless Sleep. The elderly potion master did not ask any questions when Harry handed the man an extra two hundred galleons for his silence. He felt kind of bad that he had purchased the potions but he grew up in the muggle world and it was not like he was buying cocaine, heroin, or crack. Besides he would be responsible with it. Harry knew ( or at least thought he knew) that he would be able to control himself and end the use of the potions whenever he felt like. Besides he only needed it to sleep. What was the worst that could happen?
There was a knock on his door.
Harry quickly put the shrunken pouch that contained the vials in the expensive trunk that his aunt had brought him for school as he asked who it was. Neville and Luna answered so Harry closed the trunk and invited them in.
"So everything went as planned?," asked Neville as he and Luna sat down in the sitting room of Harry bedroom (well it was really looked more like a flat….the house was large).
"Yeah, it did, afterward, I went to buy a couple of books and a holo movie," said Harry as he too sat down.
"Really? What movie did you buy? The last one I brought was terrible….then again that is what I get for buying a movie about the Goblin Wars. They were not interesting when Binns taught them and they are even less interesting then on holo. Besides the entire film was in Gobbledygook and reading subtitles was too much," said Luna.
Neville shook his head in agreement. Luna had wanted him to watch the movie along with her on one of the nights they had to themselves recently. He was absolutely bored out of his mind during the holo movie. Luckily, Luna became bored as well and it had soon become a torrid snogging session. Perhaps we should watch a Goblin movie again.
"It's an action movie from Australia. It has Leon Gregory* in it," said Harry with a bit of excitement in his voice.
"Oh, I love him. He is so handsome and his muscles and his butt….oh Merlin. I need a cooling charm," said Luna with a dreamy look in her eyes.
"Dear Merlin, Harry now she is going to be on this Gregory bloke all day. He is a decent actor but I don't understand the fascination about him," said Neville with a bit of jealously in his voice.
"Don't get jealous, Nev, besides Luna is right he is ….well….hot," said Harry with a slight blush.
"See, love, even Harry agrees with me. Don't worry Harry can have him….you are all mine," said Luna as she got up out of her seat and sat in Neville's lap and gave the tall young man a long searing kiss that awoke a primal part of him.
Luna then got out of Neville and returned to her seat. Neville was blushing a bit and then the green-eyed and blue-eyed beauties then laughed out loud.
"I am so happy that my present predicament can be fodder for your humorous sides," said Neville sulkily as he shifted in the seat and the adjusted himself. His hefty arousal was obvious to all since he was not wearing any robes over his clothes. This statement only caused Harry and Luna to laugh harder to the point of tears. Neville then grumbled something about mean girlfriends under his breath.
"Oh Circe, you two are a regular Gnipps & Feys*. Anyways, Luna and Nev , let's go get Aunt and Xeno. It is a little after one now and since we have reservations for lunch at two-thirty it is time to go on the outing. Hopefully it goes as planned. If not well it won't be the end of the world," said Harry.
Luna and Neville then began to pepper Harry with questions. However, he was not going to answer them. He would explain all once he reached 12 Grimmauld Place. Even if the entire place was empty he still got a feeling of satisfaction that Dumbledore and the rest of his motley crew would still be unable to gain entrance into the building after today. He wished that Sirius and Remus had a portrait done but he remembered that Sirius had told him that it was customary for Black heirs to get their first adult portrait completed when they were twenty-five. Unfortunately at that time Sirius was in prison and Remus did not have the money for such an extravagance.
The trio walked out the room talking about something funny that happened earlier that morning as they went to Augusta and Xeno who were talking in the Rose Room.
At 12 Grimmauld Place…..
The entire Order of the Phoenix was present at in one of the lesser used sitting rooms within the home.
There were several portraits of Black ancestors within the room. Unlike the portrait of Walburga Black these portraits talked amongst themselves about blood traitors and mudbloods being present in their house and decided to leave their present frames and go to their frames at the Black Manor. They would not deign to have their peace interrupted by this group of talkative busybodies nor would they deign to talk at the persons…for to talk to them was to recognize them. It was times like these that they wished a proper Black heir was alive so these tragedies would not continue.
Dumbledore closed the door and then proceeded to sit in the most comfortable chair and then tented his fingers as he made a soft sigh. He had been flabbergasted at the news he had learned this morning. He had stayed at his large home the night before. He learned of the news when he listened to the wizarding form of the radio. He did not use the holo. Although the holo had existed within the Wizarding World for over two-hundred and twenty years he did not watch the holo. He preferred the art of reading and listening to the news. Suffice it to say his appetite had been ruined this morning when he heard the news bulletin. He was shocked for a whole five minutes and as far as Dumbledore was concerned he had been stricken silent far too often so far this summer. He needed to get in a place of better control. He had not gained all the titles he had so far, gained political power in England, and reach his 215th* year by being shocked so often.
"I am sure you all know the reason why we are here and I am sure you all know the news about our young friend. We are here because due to this new information we must be careful in how we approach Harry. He is very angry and more than a bit misguided as well considering who he is staying with. Since the….less than savory meeting Harry had with us yesterday at the Fairgrounds I am sure that the Weasleys and I will have our names carried in the mud until the next big news or scandal breaks. However, all is not lost. Percy was singled out by Harry. Arthur and Molly, I know you have been trying to fix the bad patch between him and the family however maybe it would best to say… to try a bit harder. I know that Harry and Percy certainly were not close however there must be a reason as to the special circumstance given to Percy," said Dumbledore before he paused for effect.
There was a slight commotion as the Weasleys (barring Charlie and Bill who were unable to take another day off from work so quickly) began talking amongst themselves. They all knew that getting back in Percy's good graces was going to be quite a challenge. The falling out between Percy and the family had occurred over something that they could not even remember. However, it was obvious that Percy was not missing them. He had not contacted them in since the argument three and half years ago. Percy and Arthur although they worked in the same building rarely saw each other and when they did they were barely civil.
"We will try our best. However, I cannot make promises. Percy is so obstinate at times," said Arthur as he began to brood on the situation. Attitudes toward him at work were less than perfect. Fudge was still in danger of losing his position. The only thing Fudge had in his favor was that he was not up for reelection until another three years. However, he was always in danger of getting a vote of no confidence from Wizengamot. However, Fudge had not been declared a blood traitor in public. Families that had invited the younger children to functions for the last three weeks of vacation had begun to rescind invitations. Arthur had aged ten years since the morning. Something had to be done.
"Is there a reason beyond the Potter….debacle for this meeting? I can assure you that I will not be doing anything to ingratiate myself to the boy. Although he might be obtuse I do believe he would see a ruse if I were to try to be cordial to him," said Snape as sat in the chair closest to the exit since it gave the best view of the occupants. The man was a master spy so one could expect no less.
"You got that right. Harry would have to be going daft to honestly think you were being decent to him. I personally think you are one of the unhappiest people I know," said Hermione as she put in her two cents. Since she and Ron had been formally inducted into the Order four months ago she felt even less of a need to holdback her opinions. She was the type of person who always thought that their own ideas were correct and were not easy to budge too much on an issue.
"Miss Granger, you might be an Order member but there is no need for rudeness to your elders," stated McGonagall with a slight frown.
"Minerva, I can defend myself. Look you little know-it-all, Potter might dislike me as I ...dislike him however he did not declare me a blood traitor in front of dozens of the rich and famous yesterday. My folly will not be remembered for generations when some bibliophile decides to delve into newspaper archives. Nor will my face be pasted on holo lines* for posterity. It was more than just the papers which got your blunder. You think that you will change the wizarding world Miss Granger? Plan on becoming a great lady hmmmm? Too bad the boy you have chosen is one of the laziest and stupidest persons I have ever had the misfortune to meet. You are nothing more than a well read ignoramus. Book learning is fine and well but you can never be more than what you are right now…the former friend of two lords who at this point could not even make second-string. Besides no one will remember you in one hundred seventy years or so. You will be an old woman or better yet dead. You are not worth remembering except that you are a blood traitor against two families. Few people can say they have the …ability to manage what you and the rest of your fan club did. I was right in my first opinion of you Miss Granger….a worthless busybody of a know-it-all who really knows absolutely nothing," said Severus in such a deferential manner as if he was talking to the lowliest of house elves.
There were shouts from Ronald who then began to spew foul words at Snape while the rest of the Order shouted in their two cents. Some shouted Snape should apologize while others shouted that it was about time the girl shut up but did not think Snape had to do it in such an extreme manner.
Hermione cried. Since she was a muggleborn her lifespan would not be as long as other wizards. For some reasons muggleborns had a lifespan that ran in the range of 160 years-200 years (St. Mungo's had not found the reason for this phenomena yet however most would say because they have lesser blood….and in a way they are right). Other wizards depending on their bloodlines had varying life spans but for the most part purebloods have a life span of 250-290(max).
The meeting began to spin slightly out of control.
"You fucking bloody git of Death Eater. I don't fucking care how much information you are getting for us I hate your pompous ass . There was no need to hurt my girl's feelings. You are one of the worst of men. I challen….,"Ron said as he drew out his wand but he was then interrupted.
"Ronald Weasley, I order you to calm down. I can promise you if you challenge Severus to a wizard's duel you will lose," said Dumbledore in a quiet tone that did not belie its annoyance.
The group settled down quickly and watched the scene. They all knew Ronald was a hothead but surely he had more than enough sense to know not to challenge Severus Snape? The man (as far as they knew) was spying amongst the Death Eaters and knew spells that would make many in the room pale.
Suddenly the door to the sitting room burst open as Molly began to open her mouth.
Harry, Neville, Luna, Augusta, and Xeno were in front of 12 Grimmauld Place.
"Harry, are you sure we are in the right place? Which proper wizard would have their house in full view of muggles?," said Augusta.
The quintet was under an invisibility charm as they stood in front of a bunch of buildings.
"Gran's right Harry. Besides I don't even see the address you mentioned here," said Neville as he looked around. He then saw a metal thing with a muggle driving inside that let out smoke. Poor chap. That must be one of those car things Harry talked about. That's what happens when you cannot apparate or floo. What a dirty way to travel...puffing all that smoke into the air.
Harry just smiled. He was wearing all of his signet rings (it was his right to wear them and it was also proper).
"It's under the Fidelus Charm but since the house belongs to me I can override that small detail," said Harry.
Harry then held out his left hand and then said, "I, Harry James Potter-Black, adjure this house which falls under my possession to open for me and my guests."
The three Aethonons on the ring began to move while the eyes of the thestral began to glow (A/N: Read chapter 8 if you forgot the descriptions of the signet rings). Within seconds the scene was still once more and the house had appeared.
"Well…that isn't something you see every day," said Xeno.
They all walked up the six stairs and then entered the house. It was just as Harry remembered it…a bit gloomy and dusty. It might actually look better if someone just cast a cleaning charm or two.
Soon the group came to the portrait of Lady Black. She was about to shout and go on her usual spiel when she noticed the rings on the hands of all five of them. (A/N: All pureblood families have signet rings. Of course the ones from the richer houses are much more ornate in design but all pureblood Houses have signet rings which the head of the house wear. Heirs wear the heir apparent ring until they inherit. Hence Luna is wearing a smaller ring. Married ladies/men (who take on the submissive role) wear the wife/husband (consort) ring.) Her eyes widened when she saw the Tremayne ring on Harry's finger. She had seen the boy pass her frame enough times to recognize him.
"Greeting, Lord Tremayne. It seems that your mother was not a muggleborn after all. I see that you wear the Black ring as well. Too bad it did not stay in the family... but your lineage is nothing to scoff at. Have you come to cast the seasonal cleaning spells? This house is long overdue for a thorough cleaning….. in more ways than one," asked Lady Black as she sat within the portrait. She stared at the group and then proceeded to sit on the ornate chair by the fireplace in her portrait.
"They are in the Blue Sitting Room. Go upstairs and take a left," said Lady Black. She then closed her eyes in the portrait which was her own way dismissing the group.
The quintet walked to the stairs in silence.
"Well that was strange. I have never heard her be civil. She was always raging about mudbloods and blood traitors infesting her home and dirtying the name," said Harry as he began to walk up the stairs.
"Who is in the Blue Room Harry? I have an idea but I would like to be sure," said Luna with a smile.
Harry just smiled at the group and gave an enigmatic smile.
Within a minute they came to the door of the Blur Room. They heard shouts within the room. Harry opened the door.
Harry, Luna, and Neville entered the room and were quickly followed by older two persons. There was still quarrelling going on in the room.
Snape, due to his nearness to the door and because of the type of person he was, quickly noticed. He eyed the group but in particular Harry. The boy was still thin and short but he was quite pretty…no beautiful in a masculine way. Potter seemed confident and mostly self-assured however when one such as himself (meaning Snape) looked into those green eyes one could see the insecurity that was shrouded under layers of other emotions. The boy has some inner demons. I don't know what but I will be sure to tell Marvolo. I knew that Potter spawn could not have come out of Azkaban as untouched as the media has displayed it. Azkaban…well at least in the maximum security area he was in has broken much greater and better men. Well I will sit back and watch this worthless gaggle of people continue to embarrass themselves.
When it became obvious that the argument (which had somehow continued without Snape) was not going to end Xeno cleared his throat as he used the Sonorus charm. Heads turned around and looked upon the group…most in shock and some in anger.
"Lady Longbottom and it is good to see you. Harry, Neville, and Luna it is good to see you as well," said Dumbledore as he once again gained control of the situation.
"Dumbledore, I am sure you know the proper titles of the children please use them in the future," said Augusta in a tone that brooked no disobedience. Her beautiful face ( A/N-she was a young witch considering she had not even reached 190 yet….she had slight gray hair because of the grief she had after the attacks on the Potters and Longbottoms. Her husband died from the grief. She did not dye her hair because she saw it as a badge of honor in their memory) was slightly marred with a look of disgust and thinly veiled anger.
"Please sit, Augusta," said McGonagall.
Harry simply gave a dry laugh and then said, "Why on earth would my aunt need permission to sit in my own house? Especially since the one offering her the seat is a guest….an unwelcome one".
Everyone from the Order simply stared at Harry. They did not need to be master spies or part of the Unspeakables in order to understand the meaning of Harry's statement. Harry was Lord Black. 12 Grimmauld Place once belonged to Sirius. The property they were now occupying was Harry's.
Minerva pinched her lips and kept quiet. She might not have testified against Harry at his trial however she had done nothing for Neville as things became more difficult for the boy in Gryffindor House. Her silence and willful blindness to the situation was taken as tacit agreement for the indecent behavior. After Snape, McGonagall was seen as the most severe professor at Hogwarts. Her silence was taken up and used as a banner. It was obvious that Harry knew all about the situation due to the way he seemed to look through her. Once not too long ago Potter had looked upon her with the affection a child gave to an older relative now her looked at her like she wasn't even there.
"Get out," said Harry in a calm voice that was deadly serious.
All the Order members just looked at Harry.
"Harry….you cannot be serious. You-Know-Who is still around and we all need a place that is well protected. You can even help us if you would like too," said Hermione in a knowing manner. She stood up and put her hands akimbo.
By this time the occupants of the portraits had returned. Lady Walburga Black had gone to her frame at Black Manor. Once she talked to the others and they returned to the sitting room frames. Lady Walburga then took residence in her frame in the room. She had rarely used this frame however she thought this was a fitting day to break in new habits.
"For someone who is called 'the brightest witch of the age' you are seriously in need of a mind healer. This is Harry's home and you people no longer have a right to be here. You should be happy that he simply told you to get out. I would have had the wards evict you all….painfully. I know all about this group. You claim to be all about taking down Voldemort. Yet you all helped the bastard immensely when Harry was arrested. Instead of opening your blasted mouths in his aid some of you just made the situation worse with your gross exaggerations and those of you who said nothing agreed silently. You all make me ill. Then again what can I expect of this little club who when they let you in you bitch," said Luna with fire in her blue eyes.
Hermione was about to open her mouth and curse (not spells just using bad language) Luna till kingdom come but Ron squeezed her hand.
"Harry, come on mate, we are all really sorry. We never knew…well we never….Merlin's beard Harry we are sorry…more than you can ever know," said Ron. His conscience slightly pricked him as Luna spoke however he did not feel overly bad. Many others had believed the same evidence. Besides Ron did not think it was his fault that Harry ended up in Azkaban. All he simply said during the trial was that he was a parselmouth and was thought to have a mental connection with You-Know-Who and that Dumbledore wanted him and Hermione to keep an eye on Harry. It was not his fault that Harry went to prison because the court decided to run with it….so he and his family should not be punished.
Harry looked at Ron with such hurt in his eyes that it even made Moody shift uncomfortably.
"You know, when I first came to this world I was so silly…so open for anyone. You all think you know what happened to me with the Dursleys but you don't. It was …terrible there… but when I got to see Diagon Alley for the first time I was so happy. I now had a way to escape for ten months a year and you and Hermione were my best friends. I loved you both…there was a time I would have died for you both. There was a time I would have died for you all. I was willing to be the sacrifice on your altar of the boy-who-lived {dry laugh} and look where it got me… a cell in Azkaban {Harry trembles slightly}. Supreme Mugwump…Chief Warlock or whatever title you call yourself with we have a day in court very soon. Harry looks straight into Dumbledore's eyes By the time I am done with you will be plain….old…..regular….Dumbledore. Now all of you better damn bloody well GET OUT MY HOUSE," said Harry.
Snape watched the scene ahead in front of him play out. He would have left long ago however he needed to see how the scene played out. He looked at Molly Weasley and realized that she was about due to say something that would cause the situation to combust.
As usual she did not disappoint.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, THERE IS NO NEED TO BE RUDE TO YOUR ELDERS AND TO THOSE WHO CARE ABOUT YOU. IN FACT THERE IS NO NEED FOR THIS BEHAVIOR AT…," said Molly before she was interrupted by a white light.
Augusta had taken out her wand and sent a silencing charm at Molly. Molly continued to talk however no sound left her throat. She became red in her face and soon all the Weasleys were shouting.
"Harry, tell your aunt to unhex my mother! How can you stand for this type of thing? Harry I thought we were friends and could one day be something more. Please Harry stop this madness," said Ginny as her beautiful face began to gain a sorrowful expression and tears began to moisten her eyes.
A spell was then sent back and it hit Xeno. It was a simple expelliarmus but the aim was a bit off and threw him into the wall. The hex was cast by Fred.
Soon everyone in the room had their wands drawn.
Emotions were high.
Harry, Neville, and Luna had their wands trained on Hermione, Ginny, and Ron.
Ron….being Ron sent a hex towards Neville. Ron was mad and he never could think clearly when angry.
The hex grazed Neville's right lower arm and hit Luna full on in the chest. Luna fell to her knees in pain but she still clutched her wand. Soon all six were cursing each other to bits. Harry in his anger completely forgot that he had power over the wards of the house and could have expelled the Order forcibly. Within 30 seconds all hell had broken loose between the former friends.
Harry just hit the floor as he dodged a hex when clear blue shield appeared around himself and his companions. Spells could now get out but not in.
"Harry just get rid of them," shouted Xeno after he cast the charm.
Harry looked at his former friends. They were bleeding a bit but for the most part they had plenty of nasty looking bruises. Hermione had lost a good portion of her hair. He looked at Ginny and then remembered her statement earlier about them being a couple. He then took up his wand.
"Harry I am so disappointed in you," said Dumbledore in condescending and reproving manner as his wand was withdrawn.
"Well fuck you too. {Harry looked at Ginny and pointed his wand at her} Vomicus*," said a pale Harry with relish.
The pale yellow light hit Ginny dead-on in the face. Boils began to come up all over her fresh face. This particular spell was particularly nasty since potions would not heal the stubborn and painful sores. All that could be done was to use potions that would prevent scarring. The hex then took about three weeks to wear off.
"I order the wards of the houses to expel all members of the Order of the Phoenix and never to give any of you entrance," said Harry.
There was a slight shudder in the house and then all members of the Order disappeared; some with protests on their lips.
Soon there were several handclaps heard by the remaining five in the room. It was the people within the portraits.
"What a smashing show, Lord Tremayne. It seems you are worthy of the family ring after all," said Lady Black as stood in her frame.
The others in their frames agreed and they invited the five to visit more often particularly since the entertainment they provided was so fulfilling.
The five never did make it to lunch. They spent several hours in private rooms within the Spell Damage Ward of St. Mungo's. The hex that had grazed Neville but which had hit Luna dead on in her chest was an impedimenta jinx. The jinx had actually affected down the muscles of Luna's diaphragm and had greatly slowed down her breathing. When the dust settled after the scuffle the poor oxygen-deprived young woman had passed out. Her breathing by then had become much more labored until her lips had turned blue. Harry looked a more than a bit pale and Neville had antennae. They quickly flooed to St. Mungo's.
The only person who had not needed to see a healer was Augusta. Neville had a partial insect jinx (Ginny had not aimed the spell correctly) and a slight fracture in his tibia due to a strong leg-locker curse; he was fixed up with ninety minutes. Xeno had a bruised shoulder. However, Harry and Luna's condition were the more serious ones. Harry had a concussion. Due to Harry's previous state of health the healers were worried particularly when Harry blood pressure fell and his blood glucose went up. Healer Mintworth came in from his private practice to attend to Harry and Luna. Several hours later a tired Mintworth came to speak to Xeno, Augusta, and a healed Neville.
"They are both out of danger. Luna is completely fine just make sure she does not do any running or heavy lifting for three days. Harry is also a bit better at this point. It seems Harry had been more affected by his bout of dragon pox than I first expected. He has glomerulonephritis*. Glomerulonephritis is the inflammation of the small blood vessels in the kidney. It causes the kidney to have trouble removing waste products," said Mintworth.
The three were shocked. Did this mean Harry was dying?
Before Mintworth could continue Augusta interrupted him and said in a scared tone, "It was the fighting right? Oh Merlin, I have killed him. I killed him. I allowed him to fight those people and now I have killed him." She then began to cry.
"No, my Lady, you have done nothing wrong. In fact it was kind of a good thing. Due to the fight his stress levels increased greatly which exacerbated the problem which then made the illness known. The disease was directly caused by his bout with dragon pox which seemed affect vital structures within his kidneys. He had some edema or slight swelling in his ankles but he might not have thought anything of it but it was a symptom of the condition. Don't worry this was caught very early. He does not need surgery just another potion regiment and a special diet for six weeks," said Mintworth with a smile.
There were sighs of relief.
"Will they be able to come home soon?," said Xeno.
"They can go home tonight. You can leave in about thirty minutes. Luna is getting her last treatment with Healer Floot, who has a specialty in pulmonology*. Harry is talking to doctor that I personally recommended. Healer Fbrizo is a renowned specialist in nephrology*. He is in the process of making a diet along with Harry and telling him what he can and cannot eat for the next six weeks."
There were sighs of thank you all around. After Healer Mintworth left they were silent. However they all had the same thought: The next time they met with those people cooler heads must prevail because a fight could have unknown and possibly deadly consequences.
Three days later… at around 2 pm
Harry was lying in his bed. He had just taken one of the potions that Healer Fbrizo had prescribed for him. He had to admit he did feel more energized. Harry had no idea he had been ill because he just wrote off his strange feelings as getting used to outside life. He also was fully rested. He has taken on of his vials of Dreamless Sleep last night so he got a good 8.5 hours sleep.
He remembered the day when he left St. Mungo's. He had seen the Weasleys in the hall. They were in the same ward of the hospital but in a different wing. They passed each other in silence and thinly veiled dislike. Ginny had been obviously crying. Her face looked like a plethora of mini volcanoes that would erupt any minute. The two groups simply passed each other and went on their way.
Neville and Luna had gone for lunch and to buy some items that would be needed since they were leaving for France in the morning. They had invited Harry but he had said no besides Harry felt the couple needed time to themselves and he wanted to read all the letters he had received from his new found relatives. Augusta had gone to one of her clubs and Xeno was preparing the Quibbler for the morning edition. Although the Quibbler was a weekly newspaper this particular edition was going to be special because it would contain Harry's interview. Luna and Neville were sure it would sell like hot choco-pumpkin drops.
Harry had the read the letters from the two youngest Wischards, Holden and Ashleigh, and he thought they seemed friendly enough. The letters were a bit dry but he did keep in mind that they did not know him and they at least did not start Creevy-like hero-worship in the letters. He also found out that they would be attending the same school. Holden would be in Neville's year and Ashleigh was actually taking a post-graduate year to study transfiguration, modern runes, and potions before she started university. However, it seemed both would continue onto the university level at the school. Harry planned on writing back. However, his favorite letter was from Fleur.
Mon cher ami,
I know much has not changed in my life since I received your letter last week. I am still here pulling my hair out over all this work for a mastery. I am glad that you have decided to attend Le Collège but anyways that is of small consequence. I cannot believe it Harry we are family… c'est incroyable. Gabrielle is absolutely ecstatic. Père* and maman* cannot wait to meet you. We know that you are coming to France soon and we hope can see you soon. Arrière-grand-mère (well she is really great-great and not really my grandmother but an aunt however we all call her that) really wants to see you. She is the sister of Agamemnon Malfoy. She had tears in her eyes when she heard the news. Many family members died searching for any clue of Claudius and she saw the grief that Agamemnon and his husband went through when they lost both their daughter and her child. She is waiting with baited breath to see you. I showed her a picture that I have of you from the Tri-Wizard Tournament and she said your hair might be a Potter trait however that you have the beautiful features of Claudia….in a masculine way of course.
Oh Harry I am so happy for you and now you have at least with us another part of the family who loves you.
I can't wait to see you.
Fleur
Harry was touched by the letter. He then saw a letter by his grandfather and his husband. He put those letters aside. He then took out a clean piece of parchment and then dipped his quill in the inkpot. He would write Fleur first.
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