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Chapter 16

Severus growled grumpily when he was awakened by the sound of tapping at his bedroom window. He scowled blackly at the irritating nuisance ruining his Christmas morning and reluctantly got out of bed to let the owl in. The owl flew past Severus with a loud hoot and dropped a large parcel on the table before flying out the window again.

Severus stared at the box suspiciously. He hadn't owl-ordered anything recently, and the only ones who ever sent him Christmas gifts were Minerva and Filius. However, they always gave him his gift in person, so it most likely wasn't from them, either.

Sighing softly, Severus slowly reached for the box and carefully opened it, half expecting it to blow up in his face or for something to jump out at him. When nothing of the sort actually happened, Severus peered cautiously into the box only to gape in astonishment. Inside the box were dozens of labeled potions phials. He lifted one out and felt his jaw drop in shock. The phial was labeled, "Dracken Blood,' an incredibly rare ingredient. Looking at several other phials, he found Dark Elf blood and hair, Were-tiger blood and fangs, Incubus blood and scales, Kitiara blood and fur, Dracken scales, Fae blood and hair, and Shadow Demon blood and hair. This was a veritable fortune in rare ingredients.

Severus saw an envelope lying in the bottom of the box and eagerly pulled it out to see who he had to thank for this treasure trove of ingredients. He ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter, eyes widening in shock when he saw who wrote it. Needless to say, the writer was the last person he would ever expect to send him something like this.

Professor Snape,

I know you would probably prefer to never hear from me again, but I just wanted to send you something as a thank you for saving my life once more this summer. I hope you like them and that the ingredients will be useful to you. Oh, and they were all freely given, of course.

Thanks again, Professor. You helped to give me a new life. I'm not running away from my old life, though. I still plan to defeat Voldemort. I'm just going to get some better training before I do.

Good luck at Hogwarts and stay safe.

Sincerely, Harry Potter

Severus could only stare blankly at the letter. Never in a million years had he expected something like this from Potter. Where had he even managed to find such rare ingredients? Severus finally just shrugged and carefully stored the phials away. This was one time he wouldn't look a gift horse in the face. Besides, he didn't really care where the brat had gotten them. They were his now, and that was all that mattered. He almost rubbed his hands in glee at the prospect of using his new potions ingredients. Unfortunately, it would have to wait, though. Lunch was in two hours, and his presence was required in the Great Hall.

Deciding to make the most of his two hour reprieve from hell, otherwise known as Christmas dinner, Severus took a long, relaxing bath. After thirty minutes of soaking and three heating charms on the water, he reluctantly got out of the bath and got dressed. He wasn't going to leave the sanctity of his rooms any sooner than he absolutely had to, so he decided to read in front of the fire. However, he got so absorbed with his book, it was only when Dobby popped into his room that herealisedwhat time it was.

"Master Snape be required in Great Hall byDubbydore."

"Tell the Headmaster I'm on my way," said Severus irritably.

Dobby nodded quickly and popped out of the room.

Severus sighed softly and headed to the Great Hall. Every bloody year, the old codger insisted that on Christmas Day all the professors just had to eat lunch with the remaining students, declaring that the joyous holiday should be celebrated together. Personally, Severus believed that Albus only insisted on it because he knew that Severus would rather eat glass than to look at the wretched brats.

Unsurprisingly, Severus was the last professor to arrive. He walked up to the Great Table and handed Minerva and Filius their gifts. Minerva smiled and handed him a gift, as well. "Happy Christmas, Severus."

"Happy Christmas, Minerva," Severus grudgingly replied. "It would be a much happier Christmas if I wasn't forced to be here at the moment, though."

"That's just because you would much rather be with your beloved potions," said Filius cheekily, handing Severus a brightly wrapped gift. "Happy Christmas."

Severus just nodded and sat down to eat. The sooner he was finished with lunch, the sooner he could test those new potions ingredients. Unfortunately, Albus seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and dragged Christmas dinner out as long as he possibly could. By the time the desserts appeared on the table, Severus was about ready to strangle the old coot to put him out of everyone's misery. Even the students looked bored now.

Severus sighed loudly and drummed his fingers against the table. He wished the old man would just shut up and let him leave. He had new potions ingredients to try out. Lost in thought, he didn't hear Albus saying his name until Filius jabbed him sharply in the side. He looked up with a scowl only to see the Headmaster staring at him expectantly.

"Did you say something, Albus?"

A brief look of irritation crossed the Headmaster's face, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by a benign smile. "What's on your mind, dear boy?"

Severus repressed the urge to roll his eyes at the question and simply said, "An old friend of mine sent me some rare potions ingredients today, and I'm eager to try them out."

"Well, I'm afraid that will have to wait a while longer, Severus," said Albus with false regret. "I have something else I need you to do today."

Barely resisting the urge to growl at the irritating old coot, Severus clenched his teeth and raised a brow in question.

"I need you to go to Egypt," said Albus calmly.

Severus finally lost the battle. "Why in Merlin's name do you need me to go to that Merlin forsaken desert?" he growled out angrily.

"I believe that the Weasley's are hiding something from me, and I want to know what it is," said Albus bluntly.

Severus scowled at the Headmaster. "That's it? You want me to travel to bloody Egypt just because the Weasley's don't tell you every bloody thing in their hearts?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Severus," snapped Albus, quickly erecting a privacy bubble around them. "I think they may know where Harry is, or at least a vague idea if nothing else. Since you know Legilimency, I want you to scan their thoughts for any information that pertains to the boy. He must be found at all costs."

“What is this really about, Albus?” Severus demanded. “That brat is hardly worth all this effort. Why are you really chasing after him so determinedly?”

“That brat is the only one who can kill Voldemort, Severus. I need him back if we want any chance of winning this war,” said Albus quickly.

“If that’s true, why haven’t you bothered to train him?” asked Severus. “How can you expect a mere child to stand any chance against the Dark Lord?”

Albus smirked. “I don’t. I fully expect Voldemort to kill the brat, and when he does, I’ll be there to finish him off.”

“But you just said that Potter was the only one who could kill him,” said Severus, hiding a sneer of disgust at the Headmaster's words.

“That’s the beauty of it, Severus. Potter’s death will effectively kill Voldemort because Potter is nothing more than a horcrux,” said Albus smugly.

“A horcrux?” whispered Severus in horror. “That’s why he has the connection with the Dark Lord?”

Albus nodded. “Yes, Potter is one of seven horcruxes. I have already managed to find and dispose of two of them, and I have a good idea of where the remaining four are. Once they are destroyed, and Voldemort kills Potter, he’ll be as mortal as the rest of us.”

Severus couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Albus Dumbledore, the so-called leader of the Light, was talking about a child’s death as calmly as he would refer to the weather. Where had the benevolent leader he had known all his life gone? Or had the benevolence been nothing but a façade from the beginning? It didn’t matter, though, because Severus had no intentions of playing into the man’s insanity. He would keep Potter’s whereabouts hidden from Albus no matter what he had to do to do so.

Severus pushed away from the table, breaking the privacy charm. “Excuse me, Headmaster. I have several preparations to make if I am going to Egypt today.” Without waiting for any acknowledgement from Albus, Severus stalked from the Great hall. He didn’t even bother going back to his quarters before leaving the castle.

Apparating directly to the Leaky Cauldron, Severus stalked to Gringotts with a black scowl on his face. He requested a portkey to the Egyptian branch of Gringotts and had the portkey in hand less than fifteen minutes later. Activating the portkey, he grunted slightly at the pull on his navel and closed his eyes to block out the spinning world around him. Severus felt the portkey begin to descend and braced himself, easily retaining his footing upon landing.

Giving the used portkey to one of the goblins, Severus stalked out of the bank. He went straight to the owl post just down from the bank and wrote Bill a letter, informing the curse-breaker of his arrival. Finding a suitable shade, Severus waited impatiently for Bill to arrive. By the time he saw the redhead walking toward him, Severus was hot, sweaty, and very cranky.

"It's about time you got here," snapped Severus irritably. "I don't know how you stand this bloody desert."

Bill just smiled at the irate Potions Master. "Sorry, Severus. I was a little...busy when the letter arrived."

Severus rolled his eyes at the redhead. "I do not want to hear about your exploits, William. Just take me to the cottage. I have news for everyone."

Bill immediately sobered at that. "Follow me." Bill led the way to the cottage and ushered Severus through the front door. "Kitchen now, everyone."

Ronbarrelledout of his room and hurried to the kitchen only to stumble over his own feet, crashing to the floor in a pile of gangly limbs at the sight of his hated Potions Professor. "P-Professor Snape, what are you doing here?" he asked nervously as he quickly climbed to his feet.

"Graceful as ever, Mr.Weasley," was all Severus said.

Ron flushed with anger and stomped past Severus into the kitchen. "Why did he have to show up on Christmas Day of all days? The whole day's been ruined now."

"Hush, Ronald," reprimanded Mrs.Weasley.

"You agree with me, don't you, mate?" asked Ron loudly.

Severus sighed at his student's juvenilebehaviourand walked into the kitchen. He glanced at the table to glare at Ron, and his jaw dropped in shock. There was Potter, which wasn't shocking in itself, but this was a Potter he'd never seen before. No one had bothered to tell him that Potter had received a magical creature inheritance. And if that wasn't shocking enough, on either side of the boy was a huge, silver-haired boy with large black wings and tall, red-headed boy with unearthly amethyst eyes and pointed ears.

As Severus just stood there and stared, Harry looked up and grinned when he caught sight of former Professor. "Professor Snape, what are you doing here? Did you get the Christmas present I sent you?"

"You sent him a Christmas present?" asked Ron incredulously. "What is wrong with you, mate?"

"Yes, Ron, I sent him a Christmas present," said Harry calmly. "After all, Professor Snape did save my life when my uncle tried to kill me this past summer, if you'll recall. It was the least I could do to repay him for that."

"How the bloody hell did you become a fox demon, Potter?" asked Severus abruptly. "I know for a fact that neither of your parents were demons."

Harry gave a long-suffering sigh at the question. "I'm not a demon, professor. I somehow managed to inherit a long dormant Kitiara gene."

Severus' jaw dropped in shock. Potter was a Kitiara? If that was true, he was more powerful than Dumbledore and Voldemort combined.

"Oh, and these two young men are Harry's suitors," said Molly happily. "Severus, meet Zenith and Tristan," she said, gesturing to each teen as she said their name. "Zenith is a Dracken, and Tristan is a weather faerie."

"Tempest Sidhe," muttered Tristan.

"They go to Arcane Academy with Harry," Molly continued blithely. "He has another suitor named Octavius, but he's at home with his family today. He's a shadow demon."

Severus could only shake his head in amazement. Not only was Potter extremely powerful in his own right, but he had three prospective mates who were also powerful. For the first time in years, Severus actually felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps Potter really could defeat the Dark Lord. However, as soon as that hope began to bud, it died a quick death. If Albus was right, and Potter truly was a horcrux, the boy would have to die in order to defeat Voldemort.

"Potter, I need to talk to you alone for a moment," said Severus abruptly.

"Okay," said Harry hesitantly. "We can talk in my room."

Once they reached the bedroom, Severus warded and silenced the room.

Harry raised a brow at all the precautions and sat on the bed. "What did you want to talk about, professor?"

"Do you know what a horcrux is?" asked Severus bluntly.

"Yes," said Harry softly. "And if you're thinking I am one, you're wrong. The only soul inhabiting my body is my own."

"You can't be sure of that," said Severus sternly.

"Yes, I can," said Harry calmly. "Did you know that shadow demons can see any type of shadow, even shadows cast from dark magic?"

"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Severus impatiently.

"Ginny was covered in them," continued Harry blithely. "They were left from her possession by Voldemort's diary."

Severus sighed and rubbed his temples wearily. "I take it that this Octavius doesn't see any shadows on your being. How is that possible, though? Albus is absolutely positive that you are a horcrux."

"I haven't had a single vision of Voldemort since my inheritance," said Harry simply.

"I see," said Severus softly. It was hard to imagine that the boy in front of him now had enough power in him to completely overpower and purge the black magic infused horcrux that had been a part of him since he was a year old. His lips slowly began to curve into a smug smirk. Albus was going to be in for a huge shock when Harry finally returned to Britain.

"So why did you come here today, professor?" asked Harry curiously.

"The Headmaster sent me here to spy on the Weasleys' thoughts for any information of your whereabouts," said Severus irritably.

"Good luck with that," said Harry cheerfully. "After Dumbledore tried to Obliviate Bill and did Obliviate Mrs. Weasley, Bill supplied the whole family with jewelry infused with Goblin magic to prevent something like that from happening again. It completely protects the mind from all mind magic, including Legilimency." He calmly stood up and walked up to the professor. "Come on, professor. Spend the day with us. You look like you could use some time away from Dumbledore."

Severus stared down at Harry for a long moment. "I believe I'll take you up on that offer."

"Great!" said Harry with a grin. He quickly dismantled Snape's wards and walked out of the bedroom with a bounce in his step, completely missing the look of utter shock on the professor's face at the ease in which he'd taken down the wards.

Severus shook his head. "They'll never know what hit them."

XxX

As soon as Severus returned to Hogwarts, Albus summoned him to his office. Severus scowled and stormed to the Headmaster's office. "What is it, Albus? I just got back, and I'm extremely tired."

"How was your trip to Egypt?" asked Albus cheerfully.

"Couldn't this wait until morning?" asked Severus impatiently. "I'm exhausted."

"Severus," said Albus curtly.

"Fine," Severus growled irritably. "I scanned each of the Weasley's thoughts, and none of them have any idea of Potter's whereabouts. In fact, Ronald and Miss Granger are rather upset with the brat because he hasn't deigned to write them at all. Bill, however, believes that they may have taken refuge in the United States because of all the wild magic there. Also, there is the fact that the States are more tolerant of werewolves than Europe is, so they very well may have chosen to hide there."

"I must admit that I hadn't thought of that possibility," Albus mused. He looked at Severus speculatively, but the other man was already shaking his head with a scowl.

"Absolutely not, Albus. I refuse to spend the rest of my holiday, searching the States for that ungrateful brat. You will have to find someone else to use as your lackey," snapped Severus. "Now, if that is all you wanted to discuss, I'm going to bed." Without another word, Severus stood up and stalked out of the office.

Albus watched him go with a sigh. If Potter and Lupin really were in the States, it would be nigh impossible to find them. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a small phial of blood. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this because I didn't want to resort to Dark Magic, but the boy must be found." He unrolled a long piece of parchment across his desk and poured the blood across the parchment. Taking out his wand, Albus waved it in intricate designs, chanting spell after spell. Finally, the blood began seep into the parchment. Albus smiled and put his wand away, eagerly looking at the parchment for his results. However, he was shocked when the blood began to spew from the parchment, splashing him across the face.

"Impossible," whispered Albus, staring at the bloody parchment in disbelief. The only reason those spells wouldn't work is if the boy was dead.

The door suddenly slammed open, and Minerva walked into the room. "Albus, you need to do...something..." She trailed off in shock when she saw the blood all over the place. She rushed over to his side, checking for injuries. "What in Merlin's name happened to you? Do you need to see Madame Pomfrey?"

"No, Minerva. I'm fine," said Albus softly, using his wand to vanish the blood off of him. "That wasn't my blood."

"Not your- Albus, blood magic is illegal! What were you thinking?" Minerva almost screeched.

"I was trying to find Harry," said Albus.

"What do you mean by that? You told us that you kept Harry out of Hogwarts this year forspecialisedtraining," said Minerva, staring at Albus in bemusement.

Albus sighed softly. "The truth is, Minerva, that Remus kidnapped Harry from the Dursley's this past summer."

"Why would he do that?" asked Minerva.

"I'm afraid his lycanthropy has finally taken its toll on his mind," said Albus sadly. "And I'm afraid there's more bad news."

"What is it?" asked Minerva fearfully.

"Harry is dead. The only reason those spells would backfire like that is if the owner of said blood was no longer among the living," said Albus regretfully. "I fear that the poor boy may have been murdered in an insane fit of rage by Remus Lupin."

Minerva gasped and looked at Albus in horror, tears filling her eyes at the news of Harry's death. She didn’t believe for one minute, though, that Remus was the one to kill the child, werewolf or not. No, if she had her guess, she’d say those horrid muggles had played a major role in Harry’s demise. She’d warned Albus from the beginning that they were the worst sort of muggles, and her predictions had been confirmed when Harry first started to Hogwarts. The poor child was horribly thin and unkempt.

“Please excuse me, Albus,” whispered Minerva. “I just need a few moments.”

“Yes, of course. We’ll talk some other time,” said Albus benignly.

Minerva nodded and left the office. As soon as the stairway closed behind her, she hurried to the dungeons and banged on Severus’ door. A few moments later, a sleepy-eyed, grumpy Severus opened the door with a yawn.

“What is it, Minerva? I was trying to sleep.” Severus saw the tears streaming down Minerva’s cheeks and immediately pulled the woman into his room. “What’s wrong, Minerva?”

“Harry’s dead,” she gasped through her tears, finally breaking down over the fact.

“What? Who told you that?” asked Severus in confusion.

“Albus,” said Minerva. “He did some kind of blood magic to try to find him, and it completely backfired. He said the only reason it would do that was if the owner of the blood used was dead.”

Severus took a deep breath and quickly warded his room. He then cast a privacy bubble around Minerva and him for good measure. “Minerva, listen to me. Potter’s not dead. I promise you, he’s still alive and well.”

“Then why did the spell backfire?” asked Minerva, wiping the tears off her cheeks.

Severus smirked at the witch. “Because Potter isn’t human anymore. He became a Kitiara on his sixteenth birthday when he received his magical inheritance.”

“You know where he is, don’t you,” said Minerva confidently. “How is he really?”

“Potter is disgustingly happy,” said Severus bluntly. “He’s being courted by three potential mates, and they are all powerful in their own right. He’s also going to Arcane Academy, so no need to worry about his education.”

Minerva smiled brilliantly. “Oh, I bet he’s just the cutest little thing, isn’t he, with fox ears and a tail. I would love to see him like that.”

Severus rolled his eyes and pulled her to his pensieve. “See for yourself.”

Minerva looked into the pensieve and soon found herself standing in a bedroom with Severus and Harry. She gasped in surprise at the teen’s new features, and her fingers twitched with the urge to touch those cute little ears. When they left the bedroom, Minerva followed them to the kitchen, where Severus was being introduced to a gorgeous boy with silver hair and black wings and a boy with dark red hair and the most beautiful purple eyes she’d ever seen.

When the memory ended, Minerva grinned impishly. “Harry certainly has done well for himself, hasn’t he?”

Once again, Severus rolled his eyes and bottled up the memory, charming a label onto the phial. He sealed the phial and stored it in a compartmented trunk with several other memory phials. “Your girlish side is showing again, Minerva. Where did the stern witch I know go to?”

Minerva waved a hand negligently. “Oh,pish. I just call it the way I see it.”

“Now that you know your golden boy is alive and well, can I go back to sleep now?” asked Severus with another yawn.

“Yes, of course,” said Minerva quickly. “Sorry to bother you so late.” She paused at the door and looked back with a genuine smile. “And thank you for telling me the truth.”

“Goodnight, Minerva. Be careful around Albus because he’s a nosygitand likes rifling through people’s minds. He must not find out about Potter,” said Severus willingly.

Minerva just smirked at him. “You’re not the only one who is proficient in Occlumency. I’ve been around Albus much longer than you have.”

XxX

“When did you become so chummy with Snape, mate?” asked Ron.

“Oh, Ronald, would you please shut up about that for once?” asked Hermione, scowling at the redhead in exasperation. “Harry’s already told you. Professor Snape is the one who saved him this summer and helped Harry and Remus get away from Dumbledore.”

“But still, it’s Snape,”whingedRon petulantly.

“What’s wrong with him?” asked Zenith softly. “He seemed fine to me.”

“That’s just because you don’t know him,” said Ron quickly. “That greasygithas made our lives miserable for the last six years.”

“He can’t be that bad,” said Zenith. “Harry said that Professor Snape had saved his life several times over the years.”

“Exactly,” said Hermione triumphantly. “When are you ever going to grow up, Ron?”

Harry just ignored the argument and curled up on the bed with his head on Zenith’s thigh, eyes dropping sleepily. He probably would have already been asleep if Ron wasn’t so damn loud. Zenith’s hand swept through his hair, and suddenly the noise disappeared. Harry smiled in appreciation for the silencing charm and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep almost immediately.

“When he stops being agit, Hermione,” said Ron loudly.

“You’re hopeless,” sighed Hermione. She looked at Harry to ask him something and smiled when she saw that he was sound asleep, curled up against Zenith like a kitten.

“I am not. I’m just being truthful,” cried Ron.

“Shh, Ron. You’ll wake up Harry,” said Hermione softly, pointing to the sleeping brunet.

“It’s okay. I put a silencing charm around him,” said Zenith easily.

“Where’s Tristan?” asked Hermione. “I haven’t seen him since breakfast, and that was over an hour ago.”

“He got a call on his communication orb from his parents. He didn’t look at all happy to see them, either,” said Zenith.

Just then, Tristan stormed into the room with a dark scowl on his face, almost breaking the communication sphere when he dropped it carelessly to the floor. “The utter nerve of them. If they think I’m actually going to go along with their stupid plans, they have another think coming. How dare they go behind my back and do this!”

“What’s wrong, Tristan?” asked Hermione worriedly.

Tristan smiled bitterly. “My parents just called to inform that my presence was required at home so that I could sign the betrothal agreement they’ve arranged.”

“What? You’re not going, are you? What about Harry?” asked Ron indignantly.

Tristan smirked darkly. “I’ve cut all ties with my parents. I won’t be going back there ever again.”

“Who did they try to betroth you to?” asked Zenith curiously.

A black glare crossed Tristan’s face. “Silas Hargrove.”

Zenith blinked at Tristan in shock. “Are you serious? Why in the world would they pick him? He’s a Dark Elf.”

“Why is that important?” asked Hermione in confusion.

“Elves and Faeries hate each other,” Zenith explained. “So betrothing him to one of the hated enemies is the ultimate insult. And Silas Hargrove, in particular, is even worse. He goes to school with us, and he’s a totalarseto everyone.”

“How awful,” whispered Hermione sympathetically. It was terrible how some parents treated their children. “What will you do now?”

“I’ll be spending the summer with Aunt Marissa,” said Tristan wearily, sitting down on the bed beside Harry. “She’s absolutely furious at my parents about this because they only arranged this betrothal after she told them about my courtship with Harry.”

Harry suddenly rolled over and buried his face against Tristan’s leg, ears twitching slightly when the faerie gently stroked his dark hair. He sighed softly in contentment and continued to sleep deeply.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” whispered Tristan. “They stopped being my parents the day Callandra died. I don’t even know why I’m so shocked by all this.”

“Your parents are idiots,” said Zenith bluntly. “If you truly do plan to go against them in this, Harry and I will certainly stand behind you.”

Tristan stared at Zenith in shock. “Why would you…? We’re rivals for Harry’s love. Why would you help me like that?”

Zenith looked down at Harry fondly for a moment before looking back at Tristan. “Do you honestly think this soft-hearted kit will be able to choose between the three of us? Although he hasn’t said it yet, Harry loves each of us, and if we force him to choose, we’ll only be hurting him in the end.”

“Well said, Zenith.”

Everyone started in surprise at the new voice and turned toward the doorway. Leaning against the closed door was a smirking Octavius.

“When did you get here?” shouted Ron.

“A few minutes ago,” said Octavius casually.

“I thought I’d have another two days without your overbearing presence. We weren’t expecting you back until New Year’s,” said Tristan sourly.

“Yeah, well, I ditched the family when they started suggesting prospective brides for me. I already have a mate picked out, and no one else will do,” said Octavius. He walked across the room and sat of the floor in front of the bed. He smirked smugly when Harry shifted, clutching the back of his shirt in his hand.

Hermione snickered at the action. “Okay, I see what you mean, Zenith.”

Ron just shook his head in amazement. “Who knew Harry was such acuddler? He’s always been shy about hugs and stuff like that.”

Tristan’s lip curled up in a sneer. “Considering who raised him, can you really blame him for that? Those monsters he calls relatives kept him in a bloody cupboard for ten years, only letting him out to do chores. It’s a wonder he survived childhood.”

Ron looked at Tristan. “I’m surprised he told you about that. I’ve been his best friend since we were eleven, and he still hasn’t told me much of his life at the Dursley’s. He’s extremely close-mouthed about his home life.”

Hermione nodded in agreement. Harry never really said anything about the Dursley’s other than that they hated magic and so barely tolerated Harry’s presence in their home. She hadn’t realised how literally he meant that until this past summer.

“Like Zenith said, he loves us,” said Octavius. “Besides, he knows things about us that we’ve never told anyone else, too.”

Hermione smiled softly. Harry was obviously in good hands with these three. They would help him get through the trying times ahead.
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