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Chapter 31 – Siberia
“Can’t we give her something for
the pain?”
Poppy shook her head, “Any spells
or potions we give Myrtle could have an adverse affect on your son. As soon as
he’s out we can see to our little mum.”
Harry felt so helpless, sitting
up on the bed, letting Myrtle crush his hand with every contraction. It had
been six hours since the first pains and she was exhausted, but resolute.
About three hours into the ordeal
Myrtle had gasped out, “If it were easy they’d call it something other than labor.”
It was the seventh hour when
Poppy smiled and said, “There’s the crown, not long now, one good push dear,
come on now, push!”
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
James Sirius Potter greeted the
world with a healthy bellow as Poppy used her healer’s skills to the best of
her ability, restoring stretched and torn tissue, clearing away the afterbirth.
“Harry, you could use the vaginum
curatum charm now, Myrtle will be very happy if you do.”
One charm later a very contented
ex-ghost nursed her newborn son, all her pain a distant memory.
“Lucky little sprog!” Harry
teased.
“Maybe that’s why I have two bosums.”
Myrtle teased back.
“I love you Myrtle Potter.”
“I love you more, Harry
Potter.”
“Milord, Madam Pomfrey?”
The small group at Myrtle’s bed looked
over to Helena, who was sitting up with a dazed expression, “I think I’ve had a
little accident. . .”
Poppy rushed over to her bed,
then called over her shoulder, “Right then, Daddy, ready for round two?”
Harry’s expression was equal
parts concern and joy as he looked at Myrtle and his son, then to Helena who
was about to have his daughter.
“Go on Harry, she needs you now
more than I do. Go on.”
He kissed her, and then the top
of James’s head then ran to Helena’s bedside, “Breathe, that’s it, deep breaths
now!”
)O(
Lily Rowena Potter didn’t tarry
very long. She was apparently anxious to greet the world of air and light.
Mere minutes after her first contractions Helena delivered the family’s first
daughter.
Myrtle scowled, her voice whiney,
“How is that in any way fair?”
Poppy moved the two hospital beds
side by side so the new mums could compare and share.
“She’s so tiny,” Harry marveled,
“and perfect.”
In fact, baby James was
half-again larger than Lily.
Poppy drew an arc in the air with
an emerald, “There’s something of the fey in our Lily.”
Helena, looking fresh, not at all
as though she’d just experienced childbirth, said, “Mother did talk of a
faerie goddess in the Ravenclaw family tree.”
The whole house was vibrating
with excitement, two babies, two! Born within minutes of each other. No one
could say who was more pleased, the mothers, surely, but Harry was walking in a
euphoric stupor, he embraced everyone in the house, even Severus and a
bewildered Draco. His joy knew no limits; his generosity of spirit knew no
bounds.
The whole, extended family had
gathered in the great ballroom of the Black Manor.
Winky, First Nanny to the House
of Potter was happier than anyone had ever seen her as she prepared the nursery
for its first two occupants. “The Mummies is needing resting soon and then
Winky is taking care of the littlest Potterses.”
Harry beamed as Myrtle and Helena held their precious bundles of joy, but then his expression fell. He still smiled,
but there was a shadow across his face.
“Severus, Narcissa, Cissy and
Bella – with me please.”
The slightly confused quartet
followed Harry to the drawing room.
“My children will never know what
it is to live in fear of a dark lord. I am going to end this, I don’t know
exactly how or when, but soon.”
“Professor?”
“Lord Potter?”
“Last summer, in the graveyard,
Tommy-boy summoned his deeters by touching wormtail’s tattoo.”
“I remember it well; it is difficult
to ignore the Dark Lord’s summons.”
“Does it work in reverse?”
Severus Snape looked horrified for
a moment, then his face morphed into a smile most unpleasant.
“No one would have the audacity
to summon the Dark Lord.”
“I’m feeling a bit audacious
these days, are you game?”
The dark professor smirked,
“Bring it on.”
Narcissa interrupted, “Milord Husband,
Lord Potter, wait, please.”
Both men turned to the soon-to-be
Lady Snape.
“Remember the Dark, no, call him
by his name. Remember Riddle has guarantors against his death, his Horcruxes.”
Snape nodded, “So we can kill
him, but he’ll return. Perhaps not in our lifetimes, but in that of our
children or our children’s children.”
“So how do we kill him for good
and all?”
“We need to find all his
Horcruxes, and destroy them.”
“Who knows where they all are?”
Narcissa smiled, “Bellatrix.”
“So we just need to find Riddle’s
most vicious lieutenant, invite her in for a chat, and have her tell us where
the Dork Lard has hidden all the pieces of his soul?”
“Cissy?”
“Yes, Narcissa?”
“Ask me anything.”
Cissy thought for a moment, “What
is your most sensitive erogenous zone?”
“My most sensitive erogenous zone
is my perineum, that small spot of skin between my vulva and anus.”
“I knew that.” Severus said, with
a smug grin.
“The point, milords, is that
Cissy is my original, my alpha, if you will. I must answer any direct question
she puts to me, honestly and completely.”
“So how do we find Bellatrix?”
“Leave that to me, milord.”
Narcissa said, pulling a small scrying mirror and crystal from her robe.
She stood over the large, jeweled
globe that adorned Sirius’s study and placed the tip of the crystal against the
mirror and whispered, “Sister?”
The gimbaled globe spun and
tilted so that the central, northern coast of Russia faced straight up.
“Do we have a map of Siberia?” Harry asked.
“No need, we just need an
International Portkey, but since the magical government of Russia is even more corrupt than our own, I say we just bypass the bribes and red tape and just go
ourselves.”
Harry shrugged, “Works for me.”
“We will need someone who has
traveled to the Russian Arctic coast, and remembers it well.” Narcissa
explained.
“The Headmaster,” Severus
suggested, “I know he spent a summer there about twenty years ago, documenting
Shaman rituals.”
Harry sighed, “It can’t hurt to
ask. We’ll floo to Hogwarts this afternoon. Bella, please find Pansy and
Millie. We will need the Viper Squadron again.”
Bella collected a quick kiss
before running off to find the Prima Viperessa. Harry frowned.
Cissy asked, “Why so sad?”
“Because Bellatrix is out there,
and that means I’m leading you, all of you, into danger yet again.”
Cissy shrugged, “We wouldn’t have
it any other way.”
)O(
Albus Dumbledore, eager to atone
for his previous lacks in judgment, was overjoyed to offer whatever help he
could.
Drawing a wisp of memory from his
left temple he placed it into the stone penseive in his office and invited
Harry and the assembled Vipera to join him in the memory.
Dumbledore and Harry were joined
by Pansy, Millicent, Glynda, Tracey, Daphne, Bella and Cissy – all of whom had
changed into close fitting black trousers and tank-tops, under basilisk hide
armour vests. Each vipera had been gifted with basilisk-hide boots and
gauntlets as well. All wore their hair either short, like Pansy, or tied into
a severe knot at the back of the head like Millicent.
“Everyone have their emergency
portkeys?”
Nods of assent from each of the
Witches.
The Headmaster looked on with
approval, “Your ladies are well protected in basilisk hide – I wish I had
thought of that. . .” His thoughts seemed to trail off as he remembered a
young girl whom he was supposed to have protected.
“Professor?”
“I’m sorry, Harry. Just the
musings of an old fool.”
The Headmaster stood tall and
gestured toward a seemingly random collection of log dwellings.
“This is the settlement of
Ust-Avam, the de-facto capital of Krasnoyarsk on the Taymyr Peninsula. Homeland to the Ngansian people.”
A slightly younger Albus
Dumbledore appeared and walked purposefully down to the settlement.
Present-day Dumbledore, along with Harry and his Witches followed.
A ruddy skinned Samoyed strode
from the largest building and said, “Brother to my Grandfather, you are
welcome!”
“Dulsymyaku, it is good to see
you! May I be permitted to see your father?”
Still smiling, Dulsymyaku
answered, “My father has gone on, and now I am the Keeper of the Songs. Come,
we will eat and share wodka. I have added to my when-I-drink song, but
will need your clear mind for my getting drunk song and my being drunk song.”
“I will try to be for you, in as
much as I can, everything I was for your father, Dulsymyaku.”
The Nganasan smiled and said, “I
will have to be very drunk before I can be everything my father was for
you, brother to my grandfather.”
With a wink, he added, “I prefer
to warm my bed with a woman.”
Present-day Dumbledore grimaced,
“Perhaps I should have edited this memory better.”
Harry grinned, “Its okay,
Headmaster, it’s not like everyone doesn’t know of your, um, predilections.
The signs are there for anyone to see.”
Albus sighed, but soldiered on,
“The Ngansians are a tiny nation, perhaps a thousand left in the world.
Whenever an outsider visits they are treated to the hospitality of the
community. This usually includes the offer of a bed-warmer – any children
produced from these unions belong to the mother and are raised Ngansian. The
father has no claim on the child unless he chooses to stay in the community.”
Pansy asked the question at the
front of everyone’s mind, “So did you?”
“Grandfather!”
A tall, thin man, clean shaven
but with long hair greeted Albus warmly.
Present-day Dumbledore sighed,
“When in Rome.”
“Father?” came a small voice from
inside a doorway.
“Grandfather, this is Sergey, he
has the gift.”
Albus smiled, “He will be a fine
Shaman.”
“Are you Grandfather to my
Father?” little Sergey asked, timidly.
“He is, and he is a great Shaman
from beyond the tundra, and the source of our gifts.”
“And who are all the other
people?”
Albus looked over his shoulder
where the boy was looking.
Present-day Albus was visibly
startled.
The boy, Sergey, could see them.
He was staring at Bella.
“Are you my lady?” he asked.
Bella looked to Harry for
direction.
He said, “Tell him the truth.”
Bella knelt and said, “We are all
from another time, I may be very old by the time you grow up, or I may not yet
be born. It’s hard to tell.”
Albus and his grandson watched
Sergey with amusement as he was having a conversation with his “imaginary
friend.”
“We must go, Sergey. Perhaps we
will meet again, someday.”
“Bye.”
With the sound of a rush of wind
Dumbledore, Harry and his Witches returned to the office.
“Bellatrix will be there.”
Dumbledore said.
Harry nodded, “Then that’s were
we have to go.”
The headmaster transfigured
several stacks of parchment into warm parkas for himself, Harry and his Witches,
then removed his robe’s rope belt while incanting the Portus charm. Holding
the rope in one hand and his wand in the other he instructed, “Grab hold,
everyone who’s going, that is.”
Harry and the Vipera
grabbed the rope.
A crack like thunder and the rush
of a cyclone spun the group through the ether and deposited them on a frozen
plateau, not dark, but twilight.
As they appeared in the center of
the village they were greeted by Sergey, “Pilyartch!”
A single stunner knocked
Dumbledore over. The bearded Cossack summoned the old wizard’s wand and
pointed it as well as his own at Harry and his ladies.
“We are not used to having female
visitors in Ust-Avam, it will be good for the men of the village for you to
enjoy their hospitality.”
Harry kept his hands in sight and
asked, “Is that the Ngansian hospitality I’ve heard so much about, where you
would take a woman who’s unwilling?”
“Oh they might scream and weep
and fight at first, but after a while all women become willing.”
“Ah, the creed of rapists the
world over, she didn’t mean it when she said no or stop.”
Pansy stepped forward, opening
her parka to show the form-fitting clothing beneath.
“Some of us might like a little
variety, Potter” she said, smiling suggestively at Sergey.
The Ngansian Cossack was so
bedazzled by the bold little brunette that he didn’t even see Harry’s fist.
“Good idea, sweetheart,” he said,
retrieving Dumbledore’s wand, “and nice distraction, by the way.”
Pansy positively glowed at
Harry’s praise.
Glynda enervated the Headmaster,
who looked about confused for just a moment, before focusing on Harry holding
the Elder Wand.
The young wizard was confused
when Dumbledore refused to accept his wand back.
“No Harry, I insist. You must
keep it. I’ll tell you why when we return to Hogwarts.”
“We’re going to face Bellatrix Lestrange;
you’ll need your wand, Professer!”
From within his robes, Dumbledore
pulled another wand.
“Take my advice, Harry, always
carry a spare. And for the record, my old wand will work better for you now
than it will for me.”
“Oooo-kay, Professor. Are you
sure you’re alright, not dizzy or anything from the stunner?”
“No, my boy, I’m fine. Let’s see
if Sergey will tell us anything. Odd, he doesn’t show any signs of a stunner
or a petrifaction spell. What did you use on him?”
“Right cross.”
“Ah, muggle dueling. Well,
whatever works, I say.”
Grabbing a handful of icy snow
the old wizard patted his great, grandson’s cheeks.
“Sergey, where is Dulsymyaku?”
“He has gone on, Father to my
grandfather.”
Dumbledore looked confused, “But
he was so young.”
“Fishing accident.”
“Ah, tell me great grandson, why
did you attack me?”
Sergey looked ashamed, “Because
our Dark Lady said to attack anyone who enters the village by magical means –
that they would mean her harm.”
Bella stepped forward and pulled
the hood back from her parka, “This Dark Lady, does she look anything like me?”
Sergey was completely gobsmacked,
“Are you her daughter?”
Bella chuckled, “No, I am her
mother.”
The Ngansian in Cossack black
said, in hushed tones, “When I was but a small boy, I had a vision of a
beautiful dark lady, who said we’d meet again.”
Bella nodded, “That was me.”
“I’m sorry, my lady, but that’s
not possible, this was thirty-five years ago, and you were the same then as you
are now.”
Bella shrugged and said, “Magic,”
by way of an explanation.
Sergey nodded, apparently that
was all the explanation he needed.
“When the Snake Man came he
promised us work, and plunder. He brought with him the Dark Lady, whom I
thought was you, grown older.
“She is beautiful and vicious as
a killer whale – she doesn’t know the meaning of mercy and enjoys pain, her own
as well as that of others.”
Harry mused, “You say that as
though it’s a good thing.”
“Look around you, young Shaman,
this is a harsh place, life is hard, death comes easy. We cannot afford to be
weak or merciful. Our enemies must fear us or they will take our lands and our
homes and our women before they take our lives. That is the way of our world.”
“Where is the Dark Lady now?”
Bella asked.
“Just south of Taymyr, gathering
more fighters.”
Bella persisted, “Will she be
long?”
The Cossack shook his head, “No.”
“What does she plan to do with
more men?”
“She will attack the Snake Man.”
“Then she will die.” Harry said,
calmly, as if citing a statistic.
“You know this, how?” Sergey
asked, obviously concerned.
“There is a prophecy; I am the
only one who can kill the bastard. And he knows it. More importantly,
Bellatrix knows it – why is she gathering more fighters?”
A small voice spoke from within
Sergey’s parka, “Maybe to distract him long enough for you to have a shot.”
Harry, Dumbledore and Viper
Squadron were instantly on guard, wands drawn facing outward as Harry covered
Sergey with the Elder wand.
“You knew we were coming?”
Sergey shrugged, “We have a
prophetess too. She warned us of your coming and said the only way any of us
would live was if the Dark Lady were to be far away when you arrived.”
Gesturing to his parka he asked, “May I?”
Harry nodded, “No sudden moves.”
Slowly, carefully the Cossack
removed a parchment-bound packet containing a thin cross-section of geode about
the size of the palm of his hand and a brass key. Within the crystals Harry
could see the image of Bellatrix Lestrange.
“Give Potter the key Sergey, and
the list.”
Before accepting the packet Harry
ran a quick revealing spell on the items, just in case.
“They are not cursed, young
Shaman.”
“I’d like to be an old Shaman
someday, Sergey.”
The Ngansian nodded his
understanding.
“The key is to the Lestrange
vault in Gringots, inside you will find Helga Hufflepuff’s golden goblet.”
The list spelled out the
locations of Voldemort’s remaining Horcruxes along with warnings for each.
“I have the ring already, and Tom
Riddle’s diary. We found the locket in Sirius’s old digs. Ravenclaw’s Diadem
is in the “Come and go room?”
“Ask any Hogwart’s house elf.”
The tiny voice in the crystal explained.
“Nagini is . . . oh you have got
to be kidding.”
“What is it, Harry?” Millie
asked.
“Nagini is resting comfortably in
Regent’s Park, the London Zoo.”
“Not for long.” Daphne said,
smiling, “I need a new pair of shoes and a matching bag.”
Harry smirked, “Think there’ll be
enough left for a belt?”
“Let’s find out, shall we?”
“What’s this note at the bottom
of the parchment?”
“Insurance. Insurance against
what?”
“Don’t really know, Potter, but
I’d guess it has something to do with a ritual other than the one that created
soul jars.”
“Harry?” Bella asked, a little
unsure of her thoughts.
“Yes, Luv?”
“What if Cissy and I weren’t the
first “originals” to be put into stasis?”
Harry thought about that and then
said, “Oh crap!”
“Sergey, we have a truce for
now. If you or any of Bellatrix’s Cossacks show your faces in London again, we will take you down.
“Bellatrix, same for you, but if
I hear of you getting up to any mischief anywhere, well, lets just say I
don’t plan to respect any borders.”
The little crystal answered,
“Fair enough.”
Dumbledore picked up his rope
belt and asked, “Where to, Harry?”
“We’re going to the zoo, and then
to the seashore.”
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