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Warning(s): Slash, OC's, dry humour, Dumbledore Bashing, Good Magical Petunia, Vernon Bashing, Good Magical Dudley, Seer Luna, Rune worker Harry, Powerful Magic Ron, Powerful Magic Hermione, Earth Element Neville, and exceptionally cute Justin Finch-Fletchly, Cunning Slytherins (with exception for all Slytherins but Blaise, Daphne, Tracey, Snape, and Goyle), Stupid Crabbe, Studious Draco. Mentions of Mental Trauma and Near Rape through enchantment inside. Read With Caution. In Hallow We Trust!
And Now to the Sequel of Making Them All Pay:
A Warder's Summer: The Summer Before Fourth Year (UNEDITED)
Harry Potter found himself silently working in his laboratory on the second floor of Potter Manor, quietly perfecting one of his many inventions. This one, surprisingly enough, was a warding array that would stop intruders who were disguised. Minerva McGonagall, ever vigilant as she was, had asked Emily Witherwings and her nephew Joseph Turner to create such a ward and place it upon Hogwarts. She had even prepaid the hundred galleons, rather cheap for a ward that powerful, to the duo. It caused Harry no end of amusement as he had finished a warding array that would do just that in ten days, now he was just adding extra protective measures. His array was swept over thirty runes that would be added to a secondary warding stone that would then be linked up to the current one using not one, but three linking stones, and a few more spells to make it more powerful. So far his array would: repel intruders who were using a disguise, stop anyone from using an unforgivable upon the grounds, and stop dark creatures from entering the school. He planned to tell Minerva they were free add-ons, as his aunt was busy working on another warding array for a high profile client (Gringotts) and couldn't do all (much) the array herself. For some reason people in the wizarding world equated age with quality.
A noise and blinking light caught Harry's attention, causing him to look down quickly at his oddly shaped and blinking silvery device, the Mage-Scope, quickly identifying that three names were added as it finally came online. Hermione Jane Granger (Magical Score: High Sorceress), Luna Loralai Lovegood (Magical Score: High Magician-Seer), and Ronald Billius Weasley (Magical Score: Low Sorcerer-Creature) were coming into range of the powerful enchantments. Quickly standing up and grabbing his device and the notebook attached to it he swiftly stepped down the stairs to see his aunt. "Auntie, it works. The Mage-Scope works. It even picked up on Ron's creature blood." He placed it upon the mantle, knowing that it would pick up and write his aunt and cousin's scores in a few minutes. Harry walked past his cousin, who was sitting sewing runes into cloth to enchant a robe to, if he was reading it right, redirect a curse of some kind.
"That's wonderful Harry," Petunia said through slightly gritted teeth as she knew she had lost the competition and thus lost the bet of ten galleons. Though she logically knew it was her who said they couldn't use previous creations though, so she knew she couldn't really complain, "Now, you should probably show them into the door. Unless, of course, you guys are going out in which case use a lot of sunscreen." Redoubling her efforts upon her newest creation she quickly filled in two runes with a wave of her wandless magic and carved in two more potent, yet exact, runes. 'I must make it more potent and powerful than that Mage-Scope, I don't want to have to fork over ten galleons' she thought as her nephew, who was smirking, walked to the entry hall of the Manor home.
Harry waved, opening the door with the set enchantment, as he walked up to it, "Welcome to Potter Manor," was heard by his guests as the door opened, Hermione's fist stopping mid-knock with her mouth twisted into an odd expression. He had the impression that he had missed Luna saying something either odd, or perverted. Knowing the little seer as he knew her, she had probably said something with an unintentional double meaning that Hermione's dirtier mind had picked up right away. "Would you like to come in?" Harry asked with a smile at Ron and Hermione's shocked faces, they were both looking at Luna at that point. Turning to look at the emerald eyed teen they nodded their consent to being led into the house, "Luna, where is Neville?"
"We'll come in thank you," Luna answered as she dragged the two in who were now nodding quite dumbly, as though their brains had taken vacation, "and Neville is afraid of your Mage-Scope. When I told him it would be working today he suddenly skived off. I think he is afraid of being outed as a squib, even though we all know he isn't. I mean no one with Squib level magic could have pulled off that accidental cheering charm last night."
"Indeed, let me show you my device," He quickly ushered them into the living-room/secondary laboratory/ place to do whatever while he pointedly ignored the connotations of what Luna had said. Moving to the mantle of the non-floo connected fireplace, not connected because apparently it was illegal to have wards that dismembered intruders... especially in the ways his aunt had made the ward for, and retrieved the notebook connected to the device. "See, the entries Hermione is High Sorceress. It means that right now you aren't able to do anything above the sorcerer/sorceress level without sacrifice. Luna is a High Magician-Seer, it means that magically she is just below low sorceress due to her age and maturity and she is a Seer. Ronald is a Low Sorcerer-Creature, apparently he has active creature blood. Why didn't you tell us Ron? You know we wouldn't have thought any differently of you." As though to prove his point Harry cycled through several hair and eye colours before settling on his normal ones.
Ronald gaped and then blushed, realising his fears were unfounded. He smiled widely said, "No reason mate. No reason." He then hugged Hermione tightly, who hugged him back and kissed his neck while she relished the warmth of her lover/boyfriend's body.
"So what about you and your families entries Harry?" Luna inquired to the boy who was re-establishing his normal glamours which hid his metamorphmagics.
"Lets see," Harry said obligingly, "Petunia Evans (High Enchantress), Dudley Dursley (Medium Sorcerer), and Harry Potter (Enchanter- Creature- Metamorphmagus). Seems pretty straightforward to me." Smiling at the trio who were gaping at him he shrugged, "We use more magic than you guys do, obviously we'll be higher ranked. If Ron did more homework and used runes he'd be a higher level too, especially with creature blood."
"Just for clarification, what are the levels? Also why does creature blood matter? Is it a blood politics thing?" Hermione asked the enchanter.
"Low, Medium, High are the qualifications and the levels themselves are Muggle, Squib, Magician, Sorcerer, and Enchanter. Muggles can't move up, Squibs and anything else can. Also Creatures are beings of pure magic, being as such wizards and witches with creature blood can often gain magical strength at a higher rate than those without. It's one of the things that would make pure-bloods right, if they didn't cast out everyone in the family with 'tainted' blood," Harry explained to them, "I can see if your parents are muggles or Squibs, by the way, Hermione. It might make sense if they were squibs after all. You are rather powerful, so it is likely they have a little magic anyway."
"No, it's fine for now. I'm sure they will come here sometime, right?" Hermione asked, "I mean, are they allowed?" She looked unsettled at the thought, perhaps that her parents would miss more of her world and life than she had previously thought.
"Yeah, they're allowed," Harry told the brainy brunette as he smiled widely, "Why wouldn't they be? There isn't a law against it... yet." He left off with an ominous tone, inviting them to question him without saying it.
"Why the ominous sounding yet?" Ron asked the boy-who-lived-to-be-an-enchanter-of-many-objects-a s-well-as-a-warder, "Do you know something we don't know?"
"He obviously knows that Lucius Malfoy is going to be proposing such a law to the Wizengamot using his families seat. It will fail, but it will put the thought into the minds of the 'most august body'," Luna said, stunning everyone in the room.
"He is going to do what?" Petunia, Harry, Ron, and Hermione said at the same time at various octaves. The surprise in the room surprising Luna for the first time that summer. She rarely got surprised, ever since she started controlling her visions.
"Oh, so you didn't know," Luna said pleasantly to the assembled non-seers, "I had assumed since Harry said yet that he had created a device capable of copying a seers abilities. I guess I was wrong." She smiled disarmingly at the group, "It can happen, and to be quiet honest it's pleasant to be surprised once and again."
"That makes sense," said Dudley for the first time since they had arrived. "Now who wants to shoot a killing curse at this robe?"
"I do, I do," Petunia said happily, "Pick me. Pick me."
"Okay, mum. Let's go out-back and use dark magic," Dudley said, smiling gleefully, "and if this works we will have a way to permanently stop killing curses, though it's rather useless against other curses." They walked out the door while the other four stared at them with a mixture of amusement and slight horror.
"They could get in trouble for that," Hermione said flippantly, breaking the newly formed tension, "but I won't tell if you guys don't." She looked around the room at the other three assembled there.
"Agreed," the other three said unanimously with a large smile.
"So... What is up with your research, Harry," Luna asked the boy-who-lived in a polite, disarming tone. "Anything new you'd like to share?"
"I've been studying about why magicals think they're so much better than muggles," Harry answered flippantly. Hermione's eyes lit up with excitement at the thought of the new knowledge that Harry might be able to impart upon her.
"Tell us," Hermione commanded, her lust for the knowledge over-coming her sensibility at Harry's power level dwarfing hers.
"Yeah," Ron added, "I've been curious about it too, after what Hermione's told me about muggles and what they can do. I almost didn't believe what I was hearing until I went to her house this summer and saw it all. Bombs, guns, cars, and planes; bloody hell muggles are resourceful."
Harry smiled and said, "It's apparently war magic. One Sorcerer class wizard can apparently destroy a city around the size of London. Most wizards are at least Medium Sorcerer Class if not High Sorcerer, and those with magical creature blood or abilities are usually Low Enchanter class. Most Pure-bloods without creature blood are about Low Sorcerer-Medium Enchanter Class, hardly ever higher. Needless to say if Voldemort and his followers had used it, all the muggles in Europe would be gone."
Hermione's eyes went wide as saucers as they all ignored the loud explosion from the back yard, "What are you talking about? I've never heard of this kind of magic." Another loud explosion sounded, followed by the cheers of Dudley and Petunia as though they were under sonorus charms.
"Well of course not. You're a muggleborn and no Blood Supremacist pure-blood wants to teach you about powerful magic," Harry said flippantly, "And no Blood-Traitor wants to remember the times they were needed."
"Mum and Daddy used to talk about them," Luna said with a frightened edge, as though remembering what they could do was the most terrifying concept, "magic that caused storms, lightning and fire thrown like balls. Magical spells that could destroy cities and towers. Wards render them mostly ineffective, but against muggles it would be like dropping Snorkack into the centre of London."
"Are Snorkacks really that dangerous?" Hermione asked the pale, blonde seer with trepidation at the prospect of her friend going out to find one of these creatures every summer.
"Oh, no. It'd just destroy their ability to stop seeing magical things, or at least that's what father postulates," Luna said smiling deviously at the assembled group of friends, "I postulate that since you must have Sight to see a Snorkack it wouldn't do anything."
"Okay, that's a relief," Hermione said with a sigh.
"Anyway, daddy and I are going Snorkack hunting this August again. This time it's to Sweden, Switzerland and for some reason Holland. Then we are going to Diagon Alley August 22nd. Only a week each country but we can't really do much else. The paper doesn't write itself and I have finished the charm that will allow a picture to be taken of a Snorkack without showing its true environment," Luna told the group with her devious smile, as though inviting Hermione to ask.
"What is their environment?"
"The Astral Plane closest to ours," she informed the ever inquisitive girl.
"I should have known," Hermione said with a slight grin, "doesn't that technically make them divine beasts?"
"Technically yes," Luna answered with a polite, yet conniving smile. Harry glanced back at her smile, just to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.
"How does she do that, bloody creepy mate," Harry heard Ron mutter as he finished confirming that yes, Luna is capable of placing two conflicting emotions into a smile and that he wasn't seeing things.
"So back to War Magic..." Hermione started as the door was shoved open. Petunia and Dudley swept inside in a flurry of excitement and positive emotion.
"We did it!" Dudley shouted out with such gleeful emotion that the magic in the air warmed several degrees, "We've defeated the killing curse!" The quick heating of the room left the four participants red-faced, though Dudley didn't notice right away.
"You What?" Hermione asked in extreme disbelief, even with all that she had seen and heard while in Harry's company.
"Didn't you hear him, they beat the killing curse," Luna reiterated for them, an amused expression hiding in her eyes. Thinly veiling the expression was excitement and no small measure of dreaminess. Her mouth curved up slightly in an amused smile that could still pass for dreamy if one didn't examine it too closely.
"How?" Hermione asked, her expression still conveying an inordinate amount of shock.
"Oh... well the killing curse's make-up prevents blocking, and deflection... It doesn't say anything about redirection," Dudley explained, pointing out the obvious loophole in the runic and arithmantic make up of the believed undefeated curse, "We just capitalised on that small loophole to create the enchantments that I placed on the robe and tada, instant anti-killing curse."
Harry smiled and simply stated, "I knew you could do it. Now I want to know why you didn't go into the bet with us. Neither of us could have beat that."
"Simple, I have to live with her year round and you don't. I'll already be getting to hear her complain about you winning, I don't need that attention on me. By the way, you three are a little red. What were you doing in here?" Dudders asked with a smirk at the three who were now furiously blushing, with the exception of Luna.
"Well we were discussing War Magic and Snorkacks," Luna said with a completely innocent expression.
"I see," Petunia said. She then commented with a completely serious face, "I blame the nargles."
"It's always the nargles," Luna agreed as her three friends simply gaped at the two women.
"Did I forget to mention mum has a year subscription to the Quibbler?" Dudley asked.
"Yeah," Harry said, holding back his laughter with a restraint that came from years of not laughing at Ron's more scatterbrained ideas, "you also forgot to mention that she blames the nargles."
"It's always the nargles," Dudley said with a sly smile flickering across his face, "Always the nargles."
The Quibbler is an epidemic, what can I say. So, Do you blame the nargles? Read and Review.
