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Chapter 18

Albus Dumbledore waited a week after New Year’s to make a trip to Gringott’s Bank. They still hadn’t notified him about Potter’s death, and he wanted to know why. He walked up to the teller and briskly said, "I need to see the manager of the Potter and Black accounts."

The goblin looked up and sighed irritably. He sent a goblin to get Rangthorn and then escorted Dumbledore to a private office. "Wait here."

Albus scowled at the empty room and sat down. Forty minutes later, the office door finally opened, and Rangthorn stepped into the room with a thin file. "What took so long? I’ve been waiting for nearly an hour."

Rangthorn ignored him and sat down at his desk. "What I can do for you today, Dumbledore?"

"Why wasn’t I informed of Harry Potter’s death?" asked Albus bluntly. "As Harry’s magical guardian, I should have been notified immediately."

"I’m afraid that you have been misinformed," said Rangthorn with barely disguised glee. "You are not Harry Potter’s magical guardian."

"What? That’s impossible. I was appointed his magical guardian when his godfather, Sirius Black, was imprisoned," snapped Albus.

"That may be true. However, your status as guardian was revoked as soon as Harry Potter reached full magical maturity," said Rangthorn, opening the slim file. He pulled out a piece of paper and pushed it toward Dumbledore. "Apparently, the Potter heir reached his full magical maturity a whole year early."

Albus shoved the paper back toward Rangthorn. "Be that as it may, without another guardian appointed and no will, I still should have been notified to claim his inheritance."

"I’m afraid that once again you are misinformed," said Rangthorn coolly. "Harry Potter did file a will with us, leaving all of his assets to one Remus Lupin."

"Lupin is a wanted criminal and a werewolf," snapped Albus. "The courts will deny any claim he makes on the Potter fortune."

"In the event should Mr. Lupin be unable to inherit, all of his assets would go to Molly and Arthur Weasley," Rangthorn continued blithely. He snapped the file shut and sneered at Albus. "I believe our business is finished Dumbledore. I’ll have Ironfist show you out."

Albus growled angrily and stalked to the door, yanking it open and slamming it shut behind him. He couldn’t believe that brat had managed to foil his plans even in death. However, he could still use this. If Arthur and Molly inherited Harry’s wealth, Albus was sure they would be all too willing to hand some of it over. For the war effort, of course.

XxX

Remus cursed in frustration when a high-pitched shriek interrupted his heated snog with Bill. He growled and searched the room for the bloody object. When he found it, he dropped it to the floor and stomped on it, sighing in relief at the resulting silence. However, as soon as he kissed Bill again, another high-pitched shriek sounded in the room.

"Bloody hell," Remus snarled. "How many of those damn things did he hide in here?"

Bill just snickered and flopped down on the bed. Harry certainly hadn’t been lying when he’d said he would get Remus back for the dousing he’d received. "You’ll never find them all, Remus. Harry is awfully sneaky when he wants to be. Why don’t we take a long, relaxing bath instead?"

"Okay," sighed Remus. A bath sounded really good right now, and he desperately needed something to relax him before he tried to strangle his godson from sheer frustration.

Unfortunately, not even the bathroom was safe from Harry’s revenge. As soon as Bill and Remus got in the bath together, the water began to bubble and churn, turning a lurid pink. The water suddenly began to twist like a mini-tornado around the two men, dying every inch of their skin and hair the same pink as the water, before dropping back to the now serene water.

Bill looked frozen for a moment before he burst out laughing. They looked utterly ridiculous, but he had to hand it to Harry. That boy certainly knew how to prank someone. This was pure genius.

"I don’t know what you find so funny," grumbled Remus disgruntledly.

"Come on, Remus. You have to admit that Harry got us good with this one," said Bill cheerfully.

Remus reluctantly agreed. If nothing else, this prank certainly proved that Harry was without a doubt a worthy heir of the Marauders. It didn’t stop him from wanting to strangle the little brat, though. For an entire week, every time he and Bill tried to get any alone time together, one of Harry’s many pranks managed to interrupt them, and it was driving him bloody crazy.

"I give up," Remus almost whinged. He climbed out of the bath and hurriedly pulled on his clothes. Stomping out of the room, he stormed to Harry’s bedroom. Slamming the door open, he glared at the green-eyed brunet lounging on the bed with Octavius.

The shadow demon took one look at Remus and burst out laughing.

Remus just growled at him briefly before turning his glare back toward Harry. Raising his wand, he cancelled the chastity charms with a jerky motion of his arm. "There, they’re gone. Are you happy now?"

"You’re not enjoying the pranks, Moony?" asked Harry innocently. "What happened to that Marauder spirit?"

"It died a slow, agonising death along with my libido," muttered Remus petulantly.

"Quite frankly, I’m surprised you held out this long," said Octavius. "I just knew that you would cave in when Harry gave you that gender-transformation potion three days ago."

"If it had lasted more than two hours, I would have," said Remus ruefully.

"Damn, I knew I should have used the one that lasted two days," said Harry.

Octavius grinned. "My favourite, though, was the singing eyebrows. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a grown woman blush the way Mrs. Weasley did."

"Don’t remind me," Remus groaned. At breakfast, Harry had managed to jinx his eyebrows to sing bawdy sailor songs all day. When the first ditty rang out, Molly blushed a fiery red and desperately tried to silence the sound, but nothing worked. She’d finally banished Remus to his room to save everyone else from the raunchy lyrics.

"Of course, it figures Remus would cave in the day we have to leave to go back to school," said Harry dryly. "Or have you forgotten, Moony?"

Remus stared at Harry in surprise. "I had forgotten, actually. The Weasley’s aren’t leaving for another two days. What time are you leaving?"

Harry looked at Octavius in question, but the shadow demon shook his head. "Zenith said he would take us back this time, so you’ll need to ask him."

"And how will he do that?" asked Remus curiously. "Do Drackens have a special mode of transportation like shadow demons do?"

"I’ll find out," said Harry eagerly. He slid off the bed and hurried out of the room. As he reached the living room, though, the twins ambushed him.

"Harry, our dearest benefactor," said George, draping an arm over the brunet's shoulders.

"You have certainly proved to be," continued Fred, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist.

"A master prankster these last few days," they finished together.

"We especially loved the singing eyebrows prank you played on poor Moony," said George cheerfully.

"You have to tell us how you did it," said Fred eagerly.

"It’ll cost you," said Harry with a smirk. At the dismayed look on the twins’ faces, Harry grinned and pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket. "I’ll give you this on one condition."

"What condition?" asked Fred eagerly.

"I want you to torment Dumbledore unceasingly with the pranks on this paper. I didn’t even use half of them on Remus. He’d have gone insane from it all," said Harry, flourishing the parchment teasingly.

"Done, mate," said George, snatching the paper out of Harry’s hand.

"We’d have done that anyway," Fred agred.

The put their heads together and read the prank list, eyes widening in delight. "Oh, but this will do nicely. Thanks, mate."

"I’m counting on you both," said Harry.

Leaving the twins to their plans, Harry continued toward the kitchen in search of Zenith. He found the Dracken sitting at the kitchen table with Tristan and Hermione. "So you’re taking us back to school today, Zenith?"

"Yep," said Zenith with a secretive grin. "And before you even ask, you’ll find out when everyone else does."

Harry sat down beside the Dracken with a pout. "But I want to know now. Can I at least get a hint?"

Zenith just smirked and pulled a piece of chalk out of his pocket.

Harry stared at the chalk for a long moment. "That’s it? That’s my hint?"

Zenith nodded. "Yep, that’s it."

"I don’t think I like you anymore," said Harry petulantly.

"You love me, and you know it. You’re just an impatient little bugger," said Zenith cheerfully, pressing a quick kiss to Harry’s lips.

"Have you packed everything, Harry?" asked Tristan abruptly. "We need to get back to school a little early so we can talk to the Headmaster and the school nurse."

"Why do we need to talk to them?" asked Harry, staring at Tristan in bemusement.

Tristan sighed at the confused look on Harry’s face. "I keep forgetting how little you know about courtships. Now that we have declared a formal intent to court you, the Headmaster must provide us with a private suite of rooms. We have to see the school nurse so that the nurse can document our sexual history and place charms on us that will alert him if the chastity rule is broken during the courtship."

"Why does the nurse need our sexual history?" asked Harry timidly.

"It’s done to prevent infidelity during the courtship," said Tristan bluntly. "If infidelity does occur, that suitor is immediately disqualified from the courtship."

"I see," said Harry softly.

"I wish the bazaar had any books on formal courtships. There’s so much about them I don’t know," said Hermione.

"You and me both," said Harry ruefully.

Octavius suddenly burst into the room with an aggravated scowl. "Are we about ready to leave? If I have to stay here a moment longer, those bloody twins are going to die. I had to dodge eight spells from the bedroom to here."

Harry snickered softly. They certainly hadn’t waited long to try out those new spells. He could already tell the rest of the family was going to be absolutely miserable by the time they left.

"I wouldn’t laugh, Harry. I just know you had something to do with their sudden creativity," hissed Octavius.

Harry quit laughing and jumped to his feet. "I’ll just go get my trunk then."

"Sit back down, Harry. I’ve got your trunk," said Octavius.

"Now that everyone’s ready, I guess I’ll get started," said Zenith, getting to his feet. He walked over to the kitchen wall and said, "I’m making a Dragon’s Gate." He took his piece of chalk and drew a pentacle on the wall with several intricate runes drawn along the lines of the pentagram. When he was finished drawing, he made a shallow cut along his left palm and pressed his bleeding hand against the pentacle.

The blood spread from the centre of the pentacle, tracing each line on the drawing until the entire thing began to glow a fiery red. The red glow flashed brightly, growing larger and larger, and then disappeared. Where the pentacle had been, a large doorway appeared, taking up almost half the wall. Beyond the door, Harry could see the familiar white castle of Arcane Academy.

"That is brilliant," breathed Harry, staring at the gate in awe.

"Is that where you go to school?" asked Hermione with a touch of envy.

"Yep, that’s Arcane Academy, the number one school of magic in the world," said Octavius.

"And I thought Hogwarts was impressive to see," said Hermione.

"It’s time to go, guys," said Zenith regretfully. "You three go first. The gate will close once I pass through."

As Tristan and Octavius walked through the gate, Harry quickly hugged Hermione goodbye. "I’ll call you at least once a week, and I’ll see you again this summer."

"I’m going to miss you, Harry," said Hermione tearfully. "Hogwarts just isn’t the same without you. Even Malfoy has been more subdued without you there."

"I’ll miss you, too," said Harry. "I’ll talk to you soon, though," said Harry, kissing Hermione on the cheek and hurrying through the gate with his kits chasing after him.

"Keep him safe for me," Hermione said to Zenith.

Zenith nodded and smiled. "I promise." He stepped through the gate, and the gate disappeared behind him.

"Man, it’s good to be back," said Octavius. "The holidays were fun and all, but those Weasley’s are a bit much to handle all at once."

"You get used to it eventually," said Harry with a grin.

XxX

Jackson Durrough sighed irritably as he walked down the stairs toward the Entrance Hall. The Headmistress had asked him to meet Harry Potter and his suitors to give the boy his new room assignment. Of course, the Headmistress had no idea when the boy was set to arrive, so Jackson would have to wait in the Entrance Hall until he did. Yeah, fun.

Two hours and a budding migraine later, the boy in question finally stepped into the castle. He walked up to the Kitiara with a scowl. "Mr. Potter, would you and your suitors kindly come with me?"

Harry blinked in surprise at the question and slowly nodded. "Of course, Professor Durrough."

The four boys followed Durrough to the school infirmary. Durrough gestured impatiently toward the beds. "Have a seat. Healer Carrington can cast the courtship charms while we talk."

"How did you know-" sputtered Harry in surprise.

"All magical contracts, verbal and written, are recorded in the contract log in the Headmaster’s office," said Durrough shortly. "Your courtship was recorded a few days before the winter holidays. In accordance with this, I am here to give you your new room assignments. You four will be sharing a betrothal suite on the eighth floor. You will each have your own room with a shared common room and bathroom. The monitoring charms have already been placed on the rooms." He handed Harry a piece of parchment. "Here are the directions to your new rooms. You will have to place any additional spells or wards if you want them." With that said, Durrough swept from the room.

"I had forgotten about the contract log in the Headmaster's office," mused Zenith.

"That saves time, at least. Now if only Healer Carrington would hurry up," Octavius added.

"You aren't the only students I have to deal with, you impatient brat," said Healer Carrington irritably as he walked into the room. "Who wants to go first?" He didn't let anyonw volunteer, though. He just stepped up to Harry. "Looks like you're the lucky one."

"Lucky me," said Harry weakly.

Carrington smirked at the brunet and cast the purity reveal charm. Harry glowed a brilliant white. "You're still a virgin. I’m surprised someone hasn’t pillaged your cute little behind already." Ignoring the sputtering teen, he quickly cast the chastity charms on the boy and moved toward Zenith. "Your turn." Carrington cast the purity spell, and Zenith glowed a soft off-white with a big number one in front of him. "Just one? Now that's surprising. I figured a strong, handsome demon like you could seduce anyone into your bed." He silently cast the chastity charms and moved over to Tristan. Casting the purity spell, Carrington smirked at the brilliant white glow that surrounded the faerie. "That's not so surprising. You're far too picky to give up to just anyone. But then again, I don’t blame you for waiting to claim the adorable little Kitiara." He just grinned at the irritable scowl that crossed Tristan's face and cast the chastity charm. Stepping in front of Octavius, he blinked in surprise at the results of the shadow demon's purity spell. Like Zenith, Octavius glowed a soft off-white with a large number one in front of him. "With the stories I've heard about you, I expected this number to be in the double digits." Shaking his head in bemusement, Carrington cast the chastity charms on the demon. "All done now. You're free to go."

The four teens shuffled out of the infirmary in a bit of a daze. Finally, Octavius stopped and said, "Does anyone else feel a bit insulted by what that healer said?"

Harry nodded wearily. "Insulted, a little violated, and great deal irritated are the words I’d use."

"There’s no point in letting it get to you. Healer Carrington has a habit of speaking exactly what is on his mind regardless of how that will affect everyone else," sighed Zenith. "Let’s just find our new rooms and rest a bit before supper."

However, just as they reached the stairs, an excitable blond caught up with them.

"Harry," shouted Grey happily, pouncing on the brunet with a wide grin. "I missed you so much. I’m so glad you’re back."

"Yeah, me too," said Harry. "It’s too bad you couldn’t make it for New Year’s, though. I was looking forward to introducing you to the rest of the family. You would have loved the twins. They’re just as mischievous as you are."

"I wanted to come, but Zane asked me to be at his engagement party on that day," said Grey regretfully. "If it makes you feel better, though, I would have much rather visited you. The betrothal ball was dreadfully boring."

"But Zane is your best friend, and you would do anything for him," added Harry.

"Yeah," Grey agreed. "So where are you four headed?"

"To our new rooms on the eighth floor," said Harry.

"That’s right! You get new rooms now that you are being formally courted," said Grey cheerfully. "Have you already had the charms placed on you?"

"Unfortunately," drawled Octavius with a slight shudder.

Grey snickered at the demon’s reaction. "Yeah, I avoid the infirmary like the plague. Healer Carrington is such a pervert. He once told me that if I was enthusiastic between the sheets as I was everywhere else, he would happy to give me a go."

"He just told me that he was surprised someone hadn’t pillaged my cute little behind already," said Harry with a scowl.

"Well, at least he’s honest," said Grey with a soft chuckle at the disgruntled look on Harry’s face. "Anyway, I’m supposed to meeting up with Zane in a little bit, so I’ll see you supper, alright?"

"Alright, we’ll meet back up at supper," Harry agreed. "See you later, Grey."

XxX

Albus smirked smugly as he waited for the Weasley’s to arrive to the Order meeting. He’d finally managed to convince Fudge to deny all rights for Remus Lupin to claim any of Potter’s inheritance. And as an added bonus, the money Sirius Black left to the werewolf had been transferred to Potter, as well, leaving even more money for Albus to eventually claim.

When Molly and Arthur finally arrived, Albus started the meeting. "I’m afraid I have some very distressing news for everyone today."

"What happened, Albus?" asked Shacklebolt.

"I’m sorry to say that Harry Potter has met an unfortunate end at the hands of Remus Lupin," said Albus somberly.

Pandemonium erupted with that declaration. Molly jumped to her foot and glared at Albus. "Are you saying that Harry is dead? You told me he was perfectly fine." She struggled fiercely to curb the urge to curse the old codger until he was unrecognisable as a human being. How dare he try to frame Remus for something like this?

Albus frowned slightly at the question. Molly should already know about the brat’s death. With Remus unable to inherit, Gringott’s was obligated to contact the next benefactor. However, it was glaringly obvious that the goblins were slacking in their duties because Molly and Arthur were just as surprised as everyone else. Obviously, he would need to pay another visit to the bank to find out what the problem was.

"How could you let this happen, Albus? Potter was our only hope against You-Know-Who," shouted Emmaline Vance.

"How did Remus even get a hold of Harry?" asked Tonks with a confused frown. "I thought Harry was in a secure location to further his training."

"That was nothing more than a lie," said Professor McGonagall bluntly.

"Minerva, be silent," snapped Albus.

Minerva just looked down her nose at the Headmaster. "I will not, Albus. You are the cause of all this. I don’t care what you say about Remus Lupin, but I know good and well that he is not responsible for Harry’s death. If anything, that man tried to save the poor boy. You are the one who is responsible for Harry’s death by leaving him with those horrid, abusive muggles, and I refuse to allow you to place the blame on an innocent man just so you can absolve yourself of all guilt."

"That is quite enough, Minerva," said Albus warningly.

"I’ve certainly heard enough," said Molly shortly. "Arthur, we’re going home."

"The meeting is not over," said Albus curtly.

"It is for us," snapped Molly. "I just found out that Harry’s dead, and I need a little time to mourn the poor boy. Whatever you have to say can wait until I’m better able to process it." Grabbing her husband’s hand, she pulled Arthur out of the room.

Once they were past the wards, they apparated back to the Burrow. Molly scowled angrily as she stalked into the house. "That man certainly has some nerve. I can’t believe he has the gall to blame Remus for Harry’s supposed death. Remus wouldn’t hurt a fly."

"Molly, you knew he was going to do that," said Arthur reasonably. "Harry warned you about this before he left."

"It still makes me angry," said Molly defensively. "How does that man justify all the terrible things he’s done to Harry?"

"It’s all for the greater good," said Ron bitterly, startling his parents at his sudden presence. "He doesn’t see Harry as a teenaged boy. Harry is nothing more than a tool to him, a weapon to use and discard."

"Well, at least Harry has us to love him for who he is," said Molly firmly.

XxX

Two days after the disastrous Order meeting, Albus once again ventured to Gringott’s bank to see Rangthorn. The damn goblin made him wait two hours before finally showing his face this time, though.

"What can I do for you today, Dumbledore?" asked Rangthorn shortly as he walked across the room to sit at his desk.

"Remus Lupin has been deemed ineligible to inherit Harry Potter’s assets. Why has the Weasley family not been informed of Potter’s death?" asked Albus irritably.

Rangthorn smirked at the old man. "Because Harry Potter isn’t dead, of course."

Albus gaped at the goblin in shock. "B-But the blood spe-" He stopped abruptly and cleared his throat. Admitting to casting a blood spell in front of a goblin was not a wise idea. "Why didn’t you tell me Harry was still alive the last time I was here?"

"Quite frankly, it was none of your business," said Rangthorn bluntly. "Since you are no longer Harry Potter’s magical guardian, none of his personal matters should concern you in the least. In fact, you’re lucky I haven’t reported you to the Ministry of Magic for the illegal use of blood magic."

Albus got to his feet and nodded curtly to the goblin. "Thank you for your time, Rangthorn." With barely suppressed rage, Albus stalked from the room.

Once he was back in his office, Albus’ magic exploded with his rage. Dozens of tiny gadgets shattered with the force of the old wizard’s magic, and Fawkes trilled softly in a vain effort to calm the raging wizard. The phoenix’s trill finally penetrated the Headmaster’s rage, and Albus slumped down in his chair with a weary sigh.

"Potter has managed to make a fool of me once more," whispered Albus. "If he’s still alive, why did the blood spell backfire? I can’t have used the wrong blood by mistake, could I? No, that was definitely Harry’s blood. The only reason the spell would backfire like that was if the boy was dead or… he came into a creature inheritance. That’s the only other explanation. If his blood was no longer human, the blood I used wouldn’t work. And I have no way of knowing what kind of creature he became, either. Damn him. When I find that brat, he’ll wish for death for the humiliation he’s caused me before I finally grant him that sweet oblivion."

Fawkes trilled sadly as the bond he shared with Albus Dumbledore shattered with the last vestiges of light in the old wizard. Albus Dumbledore had just joined Voldemort in the rank of Dark Lord. With a sad chirrup goodbye, Fawkes disappeared in a flash of flames.
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