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CH15 AN: Book_addict_89, see, no needless murder of Dobby. Feeling calmer now? You're not the only one who wants the pup to survive, but think about what's ahead. And thanks for the wishes for the cat. She is having an operation on Tuesday so I expect to be super stressed that day. Glad your pup came through his trauma okay.
Phoenix-rob, glad you liked Fen's role in Harry's escape and yes, I too loved him getting Bellatrix into trouble. She completely deserves it! Keep fingers crossed for that pup, we're not out of the woods yet. We have a Gringotts break in, the return to Hogwarts, the Fiendfyre in the RoR, and King's Cross. That is all quite dangerous for a growing pup! SP
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Chapter 15 – So Tell Me What Am I Supposed To Be?
Shell Cottage was beautiful. Standing on a small outcrop overlooking the sea, the Cornish air was brisk and pleasant to breathe. Around the small building were tumbled plants, low growing, and bent into odd shapes after years of fighting the steady sea breeze.
It was here that Harry learned that his secret was out.
“Oh they are fucking kidding me!” Bill exploded, as he looked at the headline of the Daily Prophet. He only took it to see what the enemy were saying, but this was beyond a joke.
“Language!” his wife chided, but when she saw the large type she drew in a sharp breath and muttered, “Merde!”
“Language,” he joked before hunting down one of his many visitors. He found Harry outside, sitting amongst the bushes, a hand curling over his stomach. “Hey, Harry,”
Cracking open an eye that had been shut, the younger man smiled up at him, “Hey, Bill,” he saw the crumpled paper, and sighed, “what are they saying now?”
“You're a fucking werewolf! Honestly, those fuckers! How dare they say you're a filthy dirty dangerous beast like that! It's bad enough I get comments because of what happened to me, and I'm not even one!”
“Bill,” Harry drew out the name.
“I know, I know not all werewolves are like that. But most are. And you know what people think of when they hear the word: they picture that fiend Greyback!”
A low growl sounded from Harry. It surprised them both. “Bill,” Harry began, standing up and dusting himself down, “you and Fleur have been great letting everyone stay here. I know you didn't have much choice when they all just appeared two nights ago, but, thanks.” He paused, feeling awkward, “I don't want to put you or Fleur at risk, and, well, for once the Prophet isn't wrong.”
There was silence as the older wizard processed the news. “Do Mum and Dad know?” he asked, his brows drawn low over his eyes.
“No. Up until we got caught, only the teachers at Hogwarts last year, Ron and Hermione knew. I had to tell everyone with us in the dungeon because of the escape happening during the full moon.”
“Oh, I wondered, because I know Mum doesn't worry about those things, but she'd never even hinted that there was some-” he stopped, eyes wide. “Snape knew? He never said anything?”
Looking Bill square in the face he said quite clearly, “I'm mated to Severus Snape. And I'm pregnant with his child.”
It was humorous, Harry thought in the detached part of his brain that wasn't emotionally wrung out from this conversation, to see Bill's reaction. Weasley reeled back as though he'd been struck; his face turned an unpleasant shade of green, and he clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide and filled with horror as they saw that Harry was not joking; he truly meant every single word.
Quietly waiting, the younger wizard stroked his small bump, knowing that his son or daughter was comfortable after all the excitement of the previous few days. Finally, when it seemed as though Bill had got a handle on his gag reflex, Harry spoke again, “I'll go if you want. I know it must be weird for you and difficult given what happened to George – he didn't mean that, by the way. It's a lot of information to throw at you at once.”
“No,” Bill choked, “no, stay. If you are ...” his eyes strayed down to the small lump being caressed, “then you need to be safe. H-how far along are you?”
“I got pregnant Christmas Eve, so three and a half months.”
There didn't seem anything else to say then so the two men merely looked out to sea, letting the soothing sound of the waves calm their inner turmoil.
That night, thanks to an inspired guess by Bill, they listened to Potterwatch, wondering what 'River' and 'Rapier' would have to say about the Prophet's announcement.
“And good evening all of you! Yes, we're back. And once again it seems that the other side will sink to any means to try and discredit our own little Lightning Bolt.”
“For those of you who long ago gave up getting the Prophet - and really, I understand why - they've announced today that Harry Potter is a werewolf.” Here both Lee and Fred burst out laughing. Those listening in the cottage had been tense, but hearing the claim so obviously dismissed allowed them all to relax and draw breath.
“Now we're not saying it's impossible because Harry isn't a prejudiced asshole and has been friends with a werewolf; however, that werewolf died last year and I'd be very surprised if Harry could have kept his werewolf status a secret whilst at school where, as we all know, greasy Snape is.”
Not having thought about this, Harry drew in a sharp breath. “Shit!” he gasped out, “I didn't think about that! Is he going to be all right?”
“Shhh.”
“So, dear listener, I think we can take the Prophet's frankly bizarre claim with a large pinch of salt. If you are wondering what use the newspaper is, we do have some suggestions:”
“Start a fire with it,”
“Rip it up and turn it into compost,”
“Crumple it up and enchant the ball to hurl itself at deserving people,”
The suggestions continued, each sillier than the last. When at last Lee said, “And our final suggestion – why not make a nice little outfit for your owl out of the Prophet? And with that, goodnight all of you! Just remember to watch out for one another, and keep away from that Chief Death Eater! He's more dangerous than a hundred werewolves!”
As the programme ended, Harry forced himself to relax. He simply hadn't thought that he might have placed Severus in danger too.
And now he had a choice to make: Hallows or horcruxes?
He went upstairs and settled beside Ollivander's bed. “Sir, what do you know about the Elder wand?”
At once the old wizard's eyes lit up and struggled into a sitting position. “Ah! I see you have heard of it. Yes, it is real, not a myth! Gregorovitch even claimed he had possessed it once; not that most really believed him, but I knew for a fact that it was true as he had once shown me.”
“Sorry, who's Gregorovitch?”
“A wandmaker. He died last year but he'd retired, oh, some years earlier. He told me that the Elder wand had been stolen by a young wizard many many years ago.”
“You really saw the Elder wand?”
“Oh yes. Beautiful thing it was. Of course, after it was stolen it is difficult to trace what may have happened to it, well, difficult for most. I saw Gregorovitch just before he died and he gave me his memory of the night the wand was taken. He hoped I'd search for the wand myself. I told him I would do no such thing, but that I would one day pass on the details to someone appropriate. He seemed happy with that.” Ollivander sighed, “And now that day has come. I'd wondered who I could tell, and now you come asking.”
“Do you know who the thief is?”
“Ah, now that's interesting. You see, up until Skeeter released that awful book I would have had no idea, but it contained many photos, and one of them was of the thief.”
“What? In that horrible book she wrote about Dumbledore?!” Harry stared incredulously at the wandmaker.
“Yes. A blond haired boy who was once great friends with Albus, but who, one day, turned on his friend and they had to fight to the death. So, I assume, if the thief still possessed the wand, and given all he had done, it seems likely, then Albus became the master of the Elder wand.”
“But … how?!”
“He defeated Grindelwald, of course. Surely you have heard about that?”
“That's who stole the wand?!” Harry practically yelped.
Smiling - no smirking - Ollivander answered. “Yes. Now that does rather pose a question, doesn't it? And as rumour has it that you were there when Albus died, perhaps you are the only one who can tell us, who disarmed him?”
“Snape killed him,” Harry said slowly, mind at once going back to that awful moment when he had seen the man he loved kill the headmaster. He frowned, “But...”
“Yes?”
“Dumbledore had already lost his wand,” Harry admitted.
“Don't tell me who did it,” Ollivander urged. “Let it be your secret. If you know, then perhaps one day you will master the wand. But keep the secret to yourself. Death and destruction follow that wand, Mr Potter.”
After speaking to the old wizard, Harry moved into the guest room containing Griphook. He was in a bad way and seemed to be dozing. His time at Malfoy Manor hadn't been pleasant, especially as he was a lowly goblin. No doubt Bellatrix had greatly enjoyed torturing the small creature.
When Harry saw that the other male was asleep, he turned around and left but a harsh voice stopped him, “You wanted something?”
“I didn't mean to disturb you,” Harry apologised but came in and shut the door. After so long camping he was really enjoying being able to shut proper doors. “How are you?”
“Mending,” the goblin admitted gruffly. His legs had been the focus of the bitch's attentions and had taken some skele-gro to heal. He rubbed them, hating the slightly prickly feeling in his limbs. “How are you liking losing your human status?”
“What?”
“Well, you're like me now, aren't you? Not properly magic, not like a wizard.”
Harry frowned. He glanced out of the window and let the pale blue sky soothe him momentarily. “That's nonsense. I'm still a wizard; you're still magical. I don't see you as inferior to me. I never did. I-I don't know if you remember, but you were the very first goblin I ever spoke to. Y-you showed me to my vault.”
“You remembered who I was after all these years?” Griphook asked, looking shocked.
“Of course. I just said that I don't see you as inferior to me.”
There was a gap as the two adjusted to what they had just learned. For the werewolf, he was acknowledging that he probably was going to be stripped of his status as a human, but if that meant he was now seen as a beast or a being, then so be it. Harry wasn't going to regret being what he was, not when it meant he now had the chance of having a family with his mate.
The goblin broke the silence. “You came in here wanting something.”
“I wanted to ask you something about a Gringotts vault,”
At once the goblin closed his mouth and his face registered anger and disappointment. “Just a common thief after all,” he muttered.
“I don't want to steal something!” Harry protested. “You saw my vault, it's bloody stuffed with gold; why would I want more?! No, there's an item in the Lestrange vault. I just want you to confirm it. I'm pretty sure it's there, so is ...” he paused, “anyway, we just want it triple checked that it really is there.”
“What's so special about it?”
“If I told you it contained part of the Dark Lord's soul would you believe me?” Harry responded. He shifted in his chair and as usual, curled an arm around his growing child.
The goblin sneered. “You would never believe the things that are stored in that bank. Truly terrifying things. But if the Dark Lord's soul is amongst them, that is dark indeed.” he rubbed his long nose before asking, “What item?”
“A-a cup, a goblet. Gold. With a b-badger on it,” Harry stammered, suddenly nervous now that this theory was being 100% confirmed. If the cup really was in the vault, would he launch an attack on the bank?
“Ah yes,” Griphook said after a few moments' thought. “Yes, I believe an item like that is in the Lestrange vault. When Mrs Lestrange placed it in the vault, she seemed most nervous and was even less pleasant than usual.”
“Bet that was fun,” Harry commented sarcastically.
“Indeed,” the Goblin observed. “So, what will you do next?”
Harry wished he knew. Hallows or horcurxes?
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CH16 Preview: He dipped his head and kissed Harry. “You are remarkable.” He rubbed the stomach. “And wonderful.”
“And horny,” Harry muttered, clutching at Severus.
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