He used to be hailed as a Savior.
Or rather they hailed him when they wanted something only he could give them.
Life. Life free from the terror that was Voldemort. Of course even while he was trying to give them that freedom they dragged him through the mud. It really shouldn't have surprised him so much that they would do it again once he was gone.
He used to think up on his bed in the Gryffindor dormitories that once he freed them, once he'd finally killed Voldemort, that he would finally be able to find his own freedom.
How naive he had been to ever think that wizards would ever let go of something they had claimed as their own.
Two weeks of healing after the final battle and he'd moved into a small flat in the muggle world living off the money from his gringotts vaults that he's had transferred to the Bank of England while he was looking for a job to support himself while he took class tomake up the classes he missed while he was atHogwartsso he could go to university.
It had taken two days for the wizards to realize he was gone and not coming back, though it took them almost a month to find his flat. Turns out Hermione tracked him for them through the records for the utilities in the flat. To give him some credit he never would have though Hermione out of all of them would have helped them find him so he never bothered to change his name.
Though if anyone were to ask him before all of this happened which of his friends would betray his trust he would have defended all of them with his last breath. Now? Let's just say he is quickly beginning to regret his trusting ways.
Every single one of them bar Neville and the Twins, though calling the Twins his friends was a true understatement. The Twins weren't trusted by anyone because of their constant pranks and poor Neville was still too timid to stand up to anyone let alone the Ministry.
Once the Ministry had gotten their hands on him Fudge took the chance to get some (in his mind) well-earned revenge on the man who had almost cost him his office and brought him up on any charge he could think of that might stick with the right 'evidence'. With that man's limited intelligence it's surprising exactly how many charges he can pull out of his hat even going so far as to charge him again for that patronus charm in fifth year.
All through the rail-roaded trial he had sat watching the twinkling blue eyes of his former mentor waiting to see what the man would do. Whether he too would betray his trust.
He waited through the whole trial while his 'best friends' and 'family', the Weasley's, Granger, and even Remus Lupin testified in front of the whole court that he was a Dark and violent murderer. All the while he waited for those twinkling eyes to turn to the court and tell them he was innocent (not that he wasn't Dark he was but he had never murdered anyone but Death Eaters) of all the trumped up charges they had brought against him.
His hopes soared when the man he trusted most turned to the three members of the Wizengamot at the fore of the court and opened his mouth. "Don't forget the deaths of the Dursleys he always hated them. Bit suspicious that he survived that attack when they didn't." the man said before turning back to Harry and smirking at him knowing full well that he only survived that because the Order of the Phoenix showed up at the last minute and took out all the Death Eaters.
That was when it happened the whole courtroom was filled with people that would swear they saw him in black robes with a white mask in an attack on their village or homes fighting for the Death Eaters.
By the end of the trial killing Voldemort for the sake of the wizarding world turned into killing Voldemort to take his place and moving into the Muggle world to live somehow became moving into to Muggle world so he could gather followers and kill them all. Not that he wasn't seriously considering it now.
By the end of it he was sentenced to being thrown into the Veil of Death. Luckily he was still 16 for the next two months and there were laws that not even the Fudge could get around against executing minors. Unfortunately there were no laws against throwing them in Azkaban until they came of age and then tossing them into the veil and hey you may get lucky one day and a Dementor will slip and there goes all your problems now all you have is a soulless husk to throw in the veil.
He found that Azkaban wasn't that bad a place. I mean once you got around the constant icy chill, the perpetually wet cells, the always dripping walls and the nasty effects of the Dementors it was almost pleasant. Though in some ways the human guards were worse then the Dementors, at least the Dementors couldn't hit or torture him. He wasn't sure what would drive him mad first the Dementors or one of the guards complimentary Cruciatus with every meal.
Of course Harry could do Wandless magic that in the old days would have gotten him out of this place, but after Sirius they upped the security now they have wards on the cells so the prisoner can not leave without taking off the shackle they stick on you as soon as you are in the prison and the keys for never leave the offices or the ministry the rooms both are stored in are warded to disable mind control spells and to repel anyone wearing a shackle.
Mostly he used his magic to entertain himself at first but as he got stronger he used it to keep himself fed, clean and healed of the injuries the guards delighted in giving him. He used a glamour so the guards wouldn't know he could use his magic it wouldn't do for them to put magic dampening wards on his cell.
Harry grinned as he juggled a ball of pure raw magic the size of his head. Looking around his fluorescent pink, neon green and bright yellow colored cell, he had used those colors in honor of his lovers the Weasley Twins, he had found out were banned from the courtroom and the ministry building entirely when they refused to testify against him. One of the guards had used it to taunt him as if it was a bad thing to have people willing to stand up for him though it was a problem that they were being treated as outcasts.
When he had first come into this cell almost two months ago he could only do first year spells wandlessly but after a month straight of constantly playing around with it each time he used it seemed to strengthen the magic. Though from what he had researched by meditating and watching his core and some of his time at Hogwarts in the library he knew he wasn't actually getting stronger.
See every witch or wizard when born havea core of immense power and the potential to use it all but because they rely so heavily on their wands, which started out as training tools for children, they only use about 5- 10 of their potential even Dumbledore and Voldemort seen as the most powerfulwizards of the age only use around 15.
For Harry though when they threw him in here they snapped his wand breaking its connection and restrictions on him and his core. Normally that wouldn't matter as most prisoners so completely believe that wandless magic is only possiblefor wizards of Dumbledork's level, and even then it's limited, that they simply never try to do any magic. 'Not that they would know how to access their core to use the magic anyway. Fools'
Hearing the footsteps of the guards Harry twisted his fingers in a complex and unnecessary but fun gesture before pointing at the now 'prisonesque' walls though it was just a glamour that would wear offon it's own in a few hours. He grinned they would never get those colors off the walls, better then that he took the knowledge of curse-breaking he learned from Bill Weasleyduring the summers sometimes and carved the color witha couple extra features. He called it the "Everlasting Twins" a few hours after he left this world the color would start to spread in a night it would cover the whole prison and best of all no matter what they did as long as the runes stayed intact anything built on this island would catch the curse. (evil laugh)
Even knocking the prison down wouldn't do any good.It was going to be one of his two final legacies (and pranks), so by the Earth Mother it was going to last! He had put every protection he could think of on the runes for both sequences and with his past and thestories from Bill that was a ton.
"Crucio!" came the cruel voice of the guard as his celldoor was slammed open and into the wall. Dropping against the wall behind him Harry writhed in agony all the while trying to hold in his screams though he knew the guard wouldn't stop the curse until he got Harry to cry out. Finally after 5 minutes much to the guard's obvious delight Harry couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a scream of agony that could be heard 3 corridors down. "Good that's what Death Eaters like you deserve, that it is. Now get up. The Minister bless his sweet soul (yuck!) tells me to tell you Happy Birthday and I'm to collect you for your party and the present they hid for you through the Veil."
Not feeling like another dose of the Cruciatus for today of all days Harry nodded as he struggled to his feet and stood thereon his shaking limbs biting his tongue so as not to point out which of them was acting more like a Death Eater. 'Though now that I think of it I was acting like a Death Eater when I was under the curse. Too bad he's no Voldemort just acts like him.'
He watched apathetically as the guard threaded a chain ofunknown metal through a ring on theshackle that kept him in thiscell and waited for the guard to be done with all the preparations that needed to be done tolet the prisoners out of their cells even for a few minutes.
"This herechain is to let you walk out of this cell unburned but don't think you can use the timeoutside of the cell to escape" the squinty eyed guard said as he noted what he thought was hope rising in the prisoners eyes."If you get more then the length of this chain away from the shackle on my wrist here, which you won't even be able to touch without a bad reaction from your shackle, yours will start causing you pain from a minor sting to a pain worse then the cruciatus the farther away you go from me."
What the guard didn't know was it wasn't hope rising inHarry's eyes it was contempt he had no plans of not going through that Veil but unlike the guard and the rest of the stupidMinistry he knew what theVeil was and it was no door to the realm of the dead. Well it wasn't when you activated it anyway. He hadsent a two wayparchment he conjured to Fred and George a month ago to tell the two what he knew so they could make arrangements for everything they would need including his gold that they were going to get out of his bank for him and some camping supplies.
The guard giving a jerk on the chain caused Harry to stumble as he was thrown violently out of his thoughts to follow the man who was starting off down the hallway without waiting for him. The man was heading for the nearest portkey area where Professor Dumbledore had set up a special portkey to a small conference room near the DoM apparently he wanted to talk to the traitor not that he was going to tell the prisoner that of course. Knowing this particular guard asHarry had come to over the last two months He knew the man wouldn't stop moving down the corridor if Harry's life depended on it.
Grabbing hold of the executioner's hood the smirking guard was holding out to him and reflecting on the morbidness of whoever had set up thisportkey Harry felt the tug on his navel as the world dissolved around him. When the world had stopped spinning and came back in to focus Harry almost groaned at the sight in front of him. 'Great all the traitors in one roomI wonder what they want this time.' Though he noted witha great amount of amusement that all of them even the seemingly unflappable Lupin and Dumbledore looked extremely frustrated.
"Guard" Dumbbell said imperiously trying to impress those in the room with his importance, "I as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot order you to leave the prisoner here and wait outside. Oh" he added as an afterthought," removehis shackle he is hardly going to escape with all of us here in this room."
Harry almost smirked as he looked around the room with the minor mage-sight he had so far mastered he knew that ifhe had wanted to he could have taken all of them together even with Dumbledore there.
Once the guardhad closed the door grumbling under his breath about pompous gits repeating orders he had already known and had been about the carry out without out being told. Lupin threw up a silencing charm to shut out the mumblings of the guard so Harry who he thought hadn't been able to hear him wouldn't get another chance and so those outside wouldn't be able to hear.
Dumbledork turnedback to Harry plastering his grandfatherly look across his face and trying to look sad and defeated.
"Harry,my boy" he started not knowing how close he came to dying as Harry almost roasted him alive for calling him that,"I amtruly sorryI can't stop this but Cornelius has taken the reins in his hand and stolen the horse as it were. Oh howI wish I could stop this tragedy from happening but alas it is out of my hands." Albus Dumbledoretold him slipping on a mask of regret that had fooled thousands before this boy was even born.
'Does this fool really think that's fooling anyone?! Hello you testified against me at my trial! Do you really think that I forgot that so quickly? Hmm. Maybe he thinks Azkaban broke me, better act like it!' Harry thought barely keeping the indignation off his face as he struggled not to lash out at the people in the room. Deciding to see what they wanted Harry tried to seem like all his defenses were truly down and he had forgotten what happened two months ago. "I understand, Professor,if theMinister is really that determined it must really be out of your hands." Harry not able to resist the subtle dig that theMinister was more powerful then him.
Pleased that it was working without him having to resort to anything illegal Dumbledore placed a sad and worried lookon his face and gloated mentally about how Azkaban could break anyone. He glanced at Remus Lupin for a second making sure the man was acting as sick and down in the world as possible before turning back to Harry thinkinghe hadn't noticed where he was looking as he didn't seem to be looking worried about Lupin. "Harry, my boy, I'm afraid that that was not the only reason we came by today to see you. You see we need your help. Well Remus specifically."
"I'm afraid I do not understand, Headmaster. How could I at this time possibly do anything to help Professor Lupin?"
"Harry please I have not been your teacher for four years you cancall me Remus." Lupin said with a 'kind' smile on his face.
"Oh for the love of Merlin. Why are we just asking him? Just force it out of him!"The youngest Weasley boy practically screamed fromhis seat across the table fromHarry. Causing Harry to mentally brace himself for a type of mental control spell.
Trying to look alarmed but knowing thatnone of them had enough access to their magic to force anything he didn't want to give them out of him he was inwardly cackling at the glares being sent at the youngest male Weasley. Harry pretended to start backing away acting as if he was suddenly afraid to be around them.
"Damn it, Ronald Weasley! Now look what you have done we almost had him without resorting to any spells Dumbledoreyelled in a sudden rage. Whipping out his wand with a speed that even impressed Harry,'He must have a lot of practice to be able to do that so fast' was Harry's sudden thought as the wand stopped pointing straightbetween his eyes."Imperio!"
Letting the dreamy feeling of the spell engulf the frontpart of his mind in case anyone wanted to check that it was working with Legilimency Harry waited to see what they would ask of him already knowing he wouldn't have to do anything he didn't want to. Hell Voldemort had a stronger Imperious then this guy and Harry had thrown off his at 14.
He didn't have to wait long to find out what they wanted.
"Answer truthfully boy, where is your inheritances and how would we get to it without tripping any traps you have tried to place on it but undoubtedly messed up in some way?"
With an inner smirk Harry decided to reply more or less truthfully. "My money was in the Bank of England whenI was sent to Azkaban and to get to ityou must talkwith the manager whowill only talk to meor someone who looks like me about the account and give them man the password. He will give you an envelope that all who want to accessmy accounts must read." Of course that was a trap Harry wasn't stupid enough to have made it that easy to get to his money the manager of that bank had a sister who was a witchand knew all about polyjuice and glamour's. Harry had asked the man how he couldkeep his money safe if someone who looked like him could walk in and take everything.For the small price of Harry warding his bank and their vaults for him the man hadhelped himthink up a solution to the polyjuice problem.
"What is the Password?"
"You must tellhim the marauder name of the man who betrayed the son of prongs to an egotistical maniac and add the words 'rides again.'" Harry said smirking as he knew he had said the truth for both the real password and the one that would give them a cursed envelope. The real password was 'Moony rides again' as at the time he hadn't known what the man was like. The password they would give the man and probably live to regret was 'Wormtail rides again.'
"Finite! Obliviate!" Harry nearly giggled as his mind automatically picked apart the weak memory charm 'Too bad I won't be here to see the results of that mission from hell' Harry thought with a mental smirk as he acted dazed from the spells.
"Guard!" Dumbledore yelled at the door after waving his wand to cancel the silencer. When the guard came in the room he looked at the still faking Harry and got a bit suspicious from the obvious signs of a memory charm but didn't say anything. "You may proceed." the HeadDork said pompously. 'Percy Weasley impersonator!' a small part of Harry's mind supplied almost making him lose his composure.
Nodding the guard took hold of Harry's arm not bothering with the shackle as he had seen that the halls were lined with Aurors. "Come now, Potter. Wouldn't want the Aurors to get too curse happy now would we?"
Ignoring the fellow Harry tried to stick his hand in his pocket without anyone noticing to see if his little gift for the Ministry he had been working on while he was bored in that cell was still there. He grinned as he felt the smooth metal coilsand took his hand quickly out of his pocket as one of the aurors started to turn towards him.
The guard quickly marched him down the stair and hallways though Harry didn't pay much attention to where he was being led he knew where he would end up no matter where he was between here and there. Soon Harry found himself in a familiar circular room looking through a doorway into a room that still haunted his nightmares causing him to hesitate briefly before the stumbling as the guard took his hesitation as a rebellion and tugged viciously on his arm.
Walking into the room with his head held high Harry stared around at all the people in the room most of them standing behind a ring of important people that were sitting on chairs nearest the Veil for the best view. Harry smirked as he thought about what effect his gift to the Wizarding world could have in a crowd like this.
He was shoved roughly up the stairs to stand in front of the Veil and made to turn around and face the crowd so the reporters could get pictures of the traitor in front of what they thought would be the instrument of his death and so Fudge could see his face while he talked. "Harry James Potter, you are sentenced to death by being tossed through the Veil of Death for your crimes against the Wizarding World. Do you have any last words before you are declared dead?" a smug Fudge asked as he took in the hunched frame shaking hands and blank eyes of the former Savior obviously not expecting and answer as he went to open his mouth to tell the guards to proceed almost immediately after he finished.
Harry smirked as he stood straight and winked at Fred and George before dispelling the illusion he had been holding and looking the rapidly paling Minister of Magic in the eye. Before the crowd his visage changed from sad and dirty prisoner to refined Lord Potter- Black in full Council regalia.
"Indeed I do, Minister." He said watching the Minister pale further as he tried to get the Aurors to silence the prisoner but their spells bounced off the shield he had thrown up before the onslaught. He slowly put his hand in his pocket before pulling it out with a metal chain covered with runes trailing behind it. Noting Fred and George subtly making their way to stand behind him as he raised the metal links to hang in front of him framed by the rich black and red of his state robes the end of the chain just brushing the floor as it swung slightly from his movements. "By my right and by my titles for the crime of false imprisonment and execution of the last of anAncient Family line and last member of the Council of Twelve that gave this Ministry the right to govern the Magical Humans, I curse this failed administration and all those that come after it with my last words and powers" he said while dropping the chain of runes that disappeared into the floor at his feet making the walls glow blood red.
When the glow faded the walls flashed briefly with a complex rune set before it too faded. "No longer shall anyonewho claims the right tomake laws for the Magical Humans or who worksto help govern the Wizarding Worldbe able to tell a lie falsehood or half truth. The cost of knowingly breaking this binding curse shall be the immediate lose of all Magical ability andbanishment from the Wizarding world withouttheir memories of the Magical World. Should they lose their Magic before they are banished they shall be forced to tell the nearest person and any reporter they can find of every singleillegal thing they knowingly took part of while they workedfor the government of others. As I, Lord Harry James Potter-Evans-Black Will it solet it be done!"
With a flash of light that anyone who knew curses would recognize immediatelythe spell was sealed and the runes in the walls flashed once more as they danced around one ominous looking rune before once again fading into the walls.
With a wink at a proud looking Bill Weasley Harrygrabbed the hands of the Twins still standing behind him. Smirking at the sputtering purple splotched face of theMinister of Magic Harry hissed a phrase quietly in Parseltongue that causedit to glow with a deep sapphire light before jumping backwards through the fluttering curtain and disappearing from the Wizarding World for all time.The Veil flashed brightly once more before dimming back to black though the Unspeakables in the room couldn't wait to run to it and run tests they grumbled as they had to wait till the others were out of theroom.
The Minister noting that three people had gone through the Veil turned quickly to the members of the press to try and contain the mess of problems that Potter brat could have just caused. As he opened his mouth to deliver a spiel of the evils of Harry Potter to the press members who were looking intrigued as they tried to work out the wording of the curse they had just heard. Before he could start Bill Weasley put a hand over his mouth to stop him briefly before pulling his hand away trying to resist the urge to scourgify his hand till it fell off andkeep the disgust he was feeling from his face.
"How dare you! I am the Minister of Magic; I will not be treatedwith such disrespect!"
"Minister, I will only say this once" Bill said knowing full well theclosest reporters were recording what he was saying, "Heed the words of the curse he just laid on theWizarding Governments, if you knowingly lie you will lose your magic." Bill said seriously thinking he should give the manat least one chance to keep his magic even if he knew it would never work.
"Preposterous, Potter did not have the power or the skill to create such a curse.Albus has assured me of his ineptitude often enough. I will say whatever I please. Now back away before I have you arrested!"
With a shrug Bill backed away to watch the show. He had never seen such a complex curse and he was inordinately proud of his pupil he must have been working on it the entire time he was in Azkaban.How he managed to do that without a wand he would thinkabout later.
"Bill, whatwere you talking to theMinister about?" a bossy voice demanded from behind him.
"Just watch, I warned him not to do what he is about to do but the man never listens." he said mysteriously pointing at the Minister who had turned back to the press with his best politician's smile firmly in place.
"Ladies and Gentlemen of the press we have gathered here today to watch the execution of Harry James Potter a boy who was once hailed as our Savior only to betray us all -ahhhurk." The Minister screamed as he glowed a very pale lime green before he collapsed to the floor as all the glow slowly bled from around his form into the floor leaving him lying there with a look of agony on his face.
Some of the reporters looked over atBill who hadn't moved far away as the bossy voice of Hermione behind him once again spoke up, "What the bloody hell was that?"
"That was his Magical Core being put on display and then bled out of him to fuel the curse to spread even farther. Though that was the weakest Core I have ever seen."
The smarter of the reporters turned back to theformer Minister and turned on their recordingspells. Not a moment too soon as the Minister flashed once with a blinding blue light and his expression eased slightly while his eyes took on a dreamy look that would have made Luna Lovegood proud.
The reporters that had been ready looked smug as the rest of them scrambled to get their wands back out to record what the minister was saying as Fudge started to list and explain every illegal move he had ever made while he worked for the Ministry. From the sounds ofit, it will beawhile before he finished.
"What the hell just happened?!" the bossy voice of Hermione Granger once again cut into his musing demanding his attention. Bill glanced at her briefly and out of the corner of his eye he noticed as Dumbledore drifted closer to hear his answer as he wasn't sure what was going on either and he had to make sure it wouldn't effect him badly.
"Harry'sCurse was stronger then he made it out to be." Bill said calmly.
"What do you mean by that, dear boy?" Mr. Potter neither the power nor skill to pull off so complex a curse as I am aware." Dumbledore said benignly.
"Oh but he had both not that you would know that when you gotreports on his progress from people who underestimated and hated him, Headmaster." Bill said with pride evident in his tone. "I taught him curse breaking myself during the summers when he was at the Burrow. You'd be surprised what Ron's jealousy can keep him from seeing. I was surprised at first by Harry's determination to learn so he could win the war for the people he loved."
"Surely you can counter the curse! After all Potter was just a weak easily manipulated little boy." the snide voice of his younger brother said from where he was now standing with an arm around Hermione's waist.
"No Curse Breaker will touch this curse and you would need to give aMaster weeks just to decipher it from what I saw. As for his power after so much time in Azkaban with nothing to do but grow stronger I think it would take a dozen or more Curse Breakers working in concert to even come close to overpowering the control rune."
"Why the hell would no one touch it?" Ron asked ignoringwhat he said about Harry's powers like he had ignored every otherhint about it he ever got. "With the right amount of money anyone of them should jump at the chance to help us.When we have Potter's fortunes backing us it should be cake to get someone to break it."
Walking to the nearest wallBill waved his wand in a complex pattern while mumbling under his breath before tapping the wall with the tip of his wand.
From the point where his wand his an ominous blood red light spread to form an intimidating rune glowing darkly as the 5 people stared at it. "They will not touch it becauseof this." He said calmly trying to hide his shiver as the power of the rune washed over him and he turned his back on it only to see that everyone in the room was staring transfixed at the rune as malice and betrayal seemed to follow in the wake of waves of power rolling angrily off the rune. Bill could see a couple of the Unspeakables staring between the rune and the Veil in horror as they figured out what the rune stood for.
Finally one of the reporters nearest Bill broke out of his daze enough to glance from the runeto Bill and back again before speaking. "W-w-what is that?"
"That" Bill said pointing over his shoulder "Is the Rune of Betrayed Ends." He ended with a slight shudder of revulsion as hethought of what it took to have to carve such a rune.
"I have never heard of the Rune of Betrayed Ends!" that annoying bossy voicecame again as if the very act of the owner not knowing of it meant that the rune didn't exist.
"The Rune is rarely used anymore as the one carving it must have been the one betrayed by most of the people he or she trusted.The power that is need to power up this rune is considered completely Dark these days because the one surviving it must use the strength of his anger, malice and feelings of betrayal. Only a Master Curse Breaker would recognize it not many others even know it exists." Bill said trying not to laugh at her attitude.
"What does it mean?" thebrave reporter asked with an annoyed glare at the 17 year old girl that he thought had no business opening her mouth ever again.
"It marks this curseas the Final Curse of a Master Curse Breaker and these lands as the Final Stand of the Master who cast it. It means that the Masterwas betrayed by those he trusted with his life and his heart. This rune can not be castunless the Master was innocent of whatever they killed him for. No Curse Breaker will touch a rune set marked by this rune for two reasons. First out of Professional courtesy and respect for whatever theMaster went through to make him cast such a set and second..." he trailed off with a visible shudder at the consequences should anyone attempt to even start breaking thiscomplex set.Though he did hope the set would allow him to study how it was made thiswas the most complex one he had run across yet marked with such a powerful controlling rune.
"Second?" Dumbledore prompted wanting to know if he should just remove it himself. He was sure he had more power thenPotter.
"Second would be because the Curse wouldfire it's retribution clause on anyone foolish enough to even start a curse breaking chantwith the intent to break it before the first syllable of the chant was even uttered but oh so much worse then it would usually be."
"What do you mean worse? What can be worse then losing one's magic?"
"Worse is the curse would hit them 10 times more powerfully then normal."
"What could happen with this curse if it would rebound like that?" the curious reporter asked thinking of the exclusive article he could write for a curse breaking journal if he would get this kind of information.
"At best it would drain you dry of magic and life, which would leave you a rapidly decomposing husk of empty dead skin. At worst..."He paused looking at each of them in turn to see each interested in the worst case though probably for different reasons. "At worst it could suckthe magic out of your entire clan for the rest of the timeyour family exists.
He stopped and looked around at the shock and fury filled faces filling the room and shook his head at the idiocy of the people he is forced to spend time with before leaving the room to go back to work. Ragnok wanted a report on how this whole proceeding went.
Albus turned to the reporter next to him and smiled his grandfatherly smile. "Excuse me, dear boy, some new information came to me from a reliable source before this started and I really must go see to it." Dumbledore said to the man his twinkle going full force as he turned and walked away followed quickly by the two teens who had been standing near him as they realized what the business he meant was.
Walking into the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld Place which he had 'generously' allowed the Weasley's to stay in even though the war was over.
'After all if the boy had just killed Tom faster their house wouldn't have been destroyed its only right that the boy gives them his house since it's his fault they don't have one. This way they see the loss of their house as the boy's fault and hate him for it while seeing how I gave them a house when they needed one and are completely grateful to me completely forgetting that the house is the boy's in the first place'
"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen we have the information we wanted now we just need a plan on how to get to it. Any suggestions?"
"I have been to the Bank of England though it has been a few years since I went with my parents. If we go in and ask for information on the accounts or ask to withdraw from it they will check our I.D's if our names are not on the account they may call Scotland Yard - the muggle Aurors- on us. It seems to me that Potter gave us the perfect way to get to it when he said that we only had to look like him to get to it. It is a muggle bank they wouldn't know anything about Polyjuice or glamour's. We would need to look exactly like Potter so we will need some who is an expert in glamour's unless we wish to wait a month to brew Polyjuice and that's if we can even find any of Potter's hairs to put in it." Hermione said in that bossy tone that makes you really want to hit people.
"What about Snape? He is bound to have some of the potion in his stores. Maybe Professor Dumbledore can get him to give some up without asking too many questions." Ron said.
"Excellent idea, Mr. Weasley. I shall ask him if he has some tomorrow after breakfast. That doesn't solve the problem of getting some of the hair off the head of a man who doesn't exist anymore."
"No, but what about his stuff that they took out of his flat. Perhaps his brush is in that or he has some hair on his clothes or furniture we can use. I mean the kid is no Alastair Moody to destroy every hair as soon as it leaves his head." Arthur Weasley said from where he was sitting next to his wife.
"That's good thinking, Arthur. See if you can get into the Auror storage areawhere they are storing it. Tell them you need to look through for a piece to one of my projects it is after all true and we don't want you falling victim to the reckless boy's curse. How could that boy go and do something that would take away people's magic for a little thing like a small liefor the good of the wizarding world. I will have a talk with Severus and we will meet here in two days time." the bumblebee said before standing up and sweeping out of the room.