Chapter Four: What We See.


Harry Potter held the crystal key in his hand when a flash of light engulfed his body. He doubted that any amount of verbal explanation would have really would be sufficient.

Kara's eyes locked onto him when he glowed. She reached forward towards him. Alura stopped her daughter from doing so.

"This is a journey that Harry must take," Alura said.

Kara felt the same light engulf her at that moment. The blonde was shocked and surprised at this. That didn't even compare to the shock and surprise her mother experienced.

"It looks like this is a journey that both of us are going to need to take," Kara replied. The two of them disappeared into a flash of light.

Kara landed gracefully on the ground. Much to his surprise, Harry landed gracefully onto the ground behind her. The blonde looked over her shoulder towards him. There were many questions and answers didn't seem to be forthcoming any time soon.

"So, what do you think?" Kara asked him.

Harry had a lot of ideas what to think. None of them were going to be close to what was really going on here. He drew breath and placed his hand on the edge of the gate. The gate heated up underneath his fingers. It was almost like it was testing him.

"It's trying to see whether or not I'm worthy to go inside," Harry said. Kara bit down on her lip in an apprehensive manner. "I guess if I'm not, it's just going to spit me back. But I am."

"You think that you are?" Kara asked him.

"I don't think, I know," Harry said. He reached behind him and grabbed her hand.

The young blonde grabbed his hand. She squeezed it firmly. "Then if you think….you know that you're worthy, then that's good enough for me…."

"The key's the perfect fit," Harry said. He touched the crystal key up towards the lock.

There seemed to be a lot of hoops to go through to get from Point A to Point B. Harry figured that was to separate those who really wanted this, from those who didn't want it.

The bright light engulfed the two of them. They felt like they were surrounded by knowledge. It was out around them, they could grasp it, if they only knew where to begin. Somehow though, it was out of reach.

Harry and Kara appeared in the middle of a grand library. There were books as far as the eye could see.

"So, all of this for a library?" Harry asked. "Or is there more?"

The wall cracked open and revealed a glowing archway. Harry took a step towards it. Kara looked at him.

"Behind these walls, lies my legacy," Harry whispered. He stopped and looked at her. "Are you coming?"

Kara grinned and followed him. Her breath was at the back of his neck. "I'm right behind you."


Alura tried not to freak out too much. It was a nerve rattling experience to see your daughter and her betrothed disappear through an energy field. She knew what the crystal key was. There were countless generations of Potters who were tested to see whether they were worthy, and only maybe a handful of them got to the stage where they vanished with the key.

The fact Harry and Kara were gone for so long indicated to Alura that Harry was more worthy than most.

There was a knock on her door. Alura knew that very few people could find her here. The list was short and every one of them wasn't a cause for a concern. She got up to her feet and made some swift strides over towards the door.

The door swung open and revealed Rosalina Evans on the other end of the door.

"You've heard," Alura said. She stepped back and allowed Rose inside.

"Yes, I've heard, and I never thought that this day would come," Rose replied. She sat down and clutched the pendant that transported her to this place. "Where is Harry?"

"Harry accessed the key," Alura replied.

"Already?" Rose asked. The key normally didn't manifest until someone's second maturity and Harry didn't even technically go through his first yet. The spells were not cast, as far as she knew anyway. "So, how much did he know?"

"Everything Lily put in the will," Alura informed her. "He knows about the marriage agreements."

"And did he take it well?" Rose asked.

"He took it better than expected," Alura said. She offered Rose a cup of tea and the woman took it. Alura never was a fan of tea. "But I suspect that was due to the fact that he was more excited by the fact that he got away from the Dursleys than anything else."

"That kind of behavior really can be a problem," Rose warned Alura.

"That's what Dumbledore was banking on, that Harry would be so excited to be rescued from there, that he would consider Hogwarts as his home," Alura said. "Dumbledore is in a lot of hot water right now. He's being brought up in front of the International Magical Court."

Rose whistled. "I bet he's not too happy about that."

"Well, I haven't seen him in a while, so I can't imagine how he would react," Alura said. "What worries me is how he's going to make another play for Harry?"

"We've got all of that under control though, don't we?" Rose asked.

"Once he read the will, there isn't much Dumbledore can do," Alura said.

Rose gave an exasperated sigh to the woman. "But you know that Dumbledore will try something. You know he always does."

"All too well, but that doesn't matter," Alura said. She smiled. "I got the test for Harry. Ollivander wasn't too pleased about it, but by International Magical Law, there isn't too much he could do. Kara and Harry were able to pass with flying colors. Harry was more surprising given that the problem that we encountered."

"What problem?" Rose asked. She sensed something was wrong and Alura was about ready to drop a huge bombshell on her.

"Do you have time for me to tell you?" Alura asked her. Rose nodded in response. "Well, as you know, Harry was anything but conventional. But we can now see exactly how unconventional he is."


"Wow, wow, wow," Kara whispered when she looked around. The blonde's eyes looked around and saw shelves full of shelves of objects. Not all of them were books. And some looked like books, but they were far more than that.

They were three dimensional journals of some of the greatest magical minds in any time. And that wasn't just on Earth. It was the journals of some of the greatest magical minds in the universe.

And some of the things appeared to be recent, dating back at least five or so years.

"I wonder if there was any more recent magical discoveries," Harry said, placing his hand on the side of a glowing console.

"Searching for recent magical discoveries in the past five years," a soft voice said. "Welcome, Harry Potter ,to Castle Peverell. My name is Peve-Rell, and I am glad to see that you and your Alpha have found your way to this domain. It tends to get a bit boring being trapped here for the past five hundred years without anyone to talk to."

"It's nice to meet you…..Peve-Rell?" Harry asked. The name seemed a bit odd, but based on what he read in some of the magical textbooks he acquired, it might have been a bit normal indeed.

"Yes, that's my name, Peve-Rell," she said. "Perhaps I can take a form that is more appeasing to you."

There was a glowing of light and a woman appeared before his very eyes. She wore a nice set of white robes that fit her body fairly nicely. She dropped down to the ground and looked at Harry with a bright smile on her face. Her brown hair and green eyes flashed down.

"I have learned much through the system that has been created, even if I can't leave the castle," she explained. "Sadly, it appears that new, fresh, magical discoveries are fairly lacking over the past five years, or indeed the last hundred years. Perhaps you can be the one that can change it."

"I will do that," Harry answered. "But where is this castle?"

"It is on a plane where most people cannot comprehend, thus very few people have had an opportunity to unlock its full potential," Peve explained to him. "Your mother will be pleased that you are here, she always thought that you would be the one to finally access it."

"If no one has accessed this place, then how did you talk to my mother?" Harry asked.

"I have a few outposts, your mother stumbled upon one based on her work," Peve replied to him. "I will give you the location of all of them if you like."

"That would be for the best," Harry said. "Along with a list of everyone who accessed it since this castle has last been accessed."

"There were very few people in living memory who have had a chance to access the outposts," Peve answered him. There was a flashing light and a piece of paper appeared in front of Harry.

Harry felt the paper drop into his hands. He looked it over with a smile on his face. His mother was the last person to find one of the outposts and before that, it was over a hundred years before that.

"Seems to me like my mother was one of a select few that were able to access the outpost," Harry muttered when he looked things over. His eyes glazed over things when he looked at things. "Do you have any information regarding Horcruxes?"

"Yes, they were created to put a soul in stasis, while a body needed to be healed," Peve told them both. "Many drastic measures that were needed to heal a body were too damaging for the soul. What you call a Horcrux was the end result of magic that has been corrupted. Any magic and any science can both be used for nefarious purposes in the wrong hands."

"There is a piece of a soul inside me," Harry informed her.

Peve's eyebrow raised and she sounded surprised. "You better explain things to me."

Harry knew that he had a long explanation. He remembered all of what Ollivander told him.


"He should be dead," Rose whispered. She looked towards the notes Alura put down. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that he isn't, but…"

"I know," Alura informed her. There was a flash of light around them both.

"So, I suppose that's our signal to go and meet Harry," Rose replied to her. "Harry and your daughter…..they made it to the castle."

"Yes, it's okay, don't worry," Alura said.

This wasn't the most reckless thing that Rose had done due to magic. The woman stepped through the energy field.

She stepped into some high class architecture and there were a series of flashing crystals. She walked forward, in awe. Lily told her of the vision that she saw of this place. Rose was surprised, but her encounter with the outpost caused Lily to be able to have children after being cursed when she was at Hogwarts.

James didn't question her on it, he was happy to have his heir. Lily never told him, at least to the best of Rose's knowledge.

"Rose, welcome home."

The dark haired woman at the end of the hallway was extremely beautiful. Rose took half of a step forward and she walked towards her.

"Harry, and Kara are both in the study, they're waiting for you," the woman said. "My name is Peve-Rell, I'm the master guardian of Castle Peverell."

Rose had a feeling that this was more than your usual castle. There was a sense of magic in the air, but there was a sense there was something else as well.

The youngest Evans sister made her way through the archway. She stepped on through and her mouth was wide open when she entered inside. She came face to face with Harry.

"You must be, Rose," Harry said with a smile when he looked at her. His green eyes met hers.

"Yes, I am, and it's good to meet you, Harry," Rose said. The only family member she had left alive was standing before her. Her mother was assumed dead, even if no body was found just yet.

The two of them looked at each other. Rose had been envisioning this moment in the back of her head for years and years. She didn't know how it would turn out exactly.

"Harry, I'm…"

"Please don't apologize for things that happened in the past," Harry informed her. He looked at his aunt. "You were still in Hogwarts….and Dumbledore was able to act quickly. Blame him if you're going to blame anyone."

"Yes, I think that many of us are going to be blaming Dumbledore, and more when all of the skeletons come out of the closet in the trial," Alura informed him. "And this is what your legacy is, the biggest storehouse of magical knowledge, not just on Earth, but in the entire universe."

"Well, I guess that will save us a bunch of money on tutors, won't it?" Kara joked.

"Yes, it would and these are far more enhanced than magical portraits," Harry said. He tapped his hand and there was a three dimensional model of Rowena Ravenclaw. She was a solid holographic projection.

"This should be useful," Rose muttered. "You do realize that we're sitting on knowledge that the Ministry would not want anyone to learn."

"I know," Harry answered her. He crossed his arms together. "So, the question is where do we get started?"

"The beginning seems like a good of place as any," Alura said. She was interested in accessing a lot of this knowledge herself and she could say that Rose looked like the same.

"Basic magical theory it is, then," Rowena Ravenclaw said, with a shadow of a smirk on her face.


Anastasia Greengrass looked at the Daily Prophet that was out, and it was plastered all over the front page. Harry Potter was not going to go to Hogwarts and Dumbledore was being investigated for committing fraud against the final member of one of the oldest families in magical Europe.

There was only one woman who could attack anyone's reputation in such a matter and that was everyone's favorite muckracker, Rita Skeeter. Anastasia often rolled her eyes at the work of this woman, but in this case, she did agree with a lot of what was said. Rita also called into question if Dumbledore should be trusted with the students at Hogwarts and the Lady Greengrass thought this wicked woman had a point.

"Daphne, Astoria, could you come down here for a second?" Anastasia asked her.

Her two daughters walked down. It had been rough since her husband died a few years ago. Especially given that Astoria was left in the room with her father and was with him in his final moments when he succumbed to his magical illness.

"What did you want, Mother?" Daphne asked.

"There is a change of plans, given the current environment in the magical world," Anastasia told both of her daughters. "The choice is yours, but would you rather go to Hogwarts or would you receive magical tutoring at your own pace?"

"I'd rather receive the magical tutoring," Daphne said, shaking her head.

"Well, obviously I would," Astoria said. She had a birthday in December, which meant that she would have to wait a long time to go to Hogwarts. If she got the private tutoring, she would be able to learn how to do magic sooner.

"I figured as much given the current environment," Anastasia informed them. She looked at the Daily Prophet and figured that there would be a good portion of the school who would be pulling out their students. The only people that would be left there would be the hard-lined traditionalists and the Muggleborns that didn't know any better. "I got the letter to say that Harry finally red the will."

"He did?" Daphne asked. She understood her duties, and what she had to do. Someone who was raised in a non-magical environment, they might have a harder time processing the reason why certain things did.

If Daphne got married before she was fourteen, it would keep the Greengrass interests from falling into the hands of people like Lucius Malfoy. The Malfoys were important, but they weren't Potter important.

"Yes, and he's coming over for lunch in a few minutes, so the two of you should get ready."

"So, he knows about it, doesn't he?" Astoria asked Daphne when the two of them got up. "And just think you can go through the ritual soon and….he can be with you for it."

"Really, that's what you got out of that?" Daphne asked.

"He's Harry Potter, even if he isn't famous, he is pretty good looking," Astoria said. "Witches would be lining up for him, and he could charge admission."

"I doubt he's that kind of wizard," Daphne muttered.

"Well, he could," Astoria offered. She sighed when she looked around. "A lot of people might be dropping out of Hogwarts."

"I'm sure that they'll throw Dumbledore out before they let Hogwarts shut down," Daphne said.

"Are you sure?" Astoria asked. She was skeptical. "Do you think that Dumbledore would let them throw him out?"

Daphne hated when her sister was too smart for her own good. She wondered what they were going to do about magical tutoring.

The two Greengrass daughters were dressed in their best robes. The two of them walked down the steps.

They saw Harry and they were drawn breathless at him. Astoria shook her head.

"Four more months," Astoria muttered.

"Are you sure that you aren't part Succubus?" Daphne asked her in a half joking manner.

"Well, that would make you one as well," Astoria fired back.

The two of them looked at Harry, who smiled back at them. Kara was standing at the bottom of the steps. The two Greengrass girls descended the stairs to the kitchen. They nearly stopped.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again, Harry," Daphne said with a smile. "I think you've caused a bit of an uproar though."

"Daphne," Anastasia said in a reproachful voice. "I do apologize for my daughter, Lord Potter….."

"Well she has a point," Harry informed Anastasia. He allowed her to hold out her hand and plant a kiss on the top of it. "It's an honor to meet you once again, my lady."

One of the things Harry was studying in the castle was magical customs. If he was going to be public and was going to take control of his inheritance, it would be poor form for him to look like a fool in front of those people. Besides, there were things that he could use against them to get ahead.

Alura mentioned that if the purebloods didn't like anything, it was the fact that their own customs were used to make their lives more inconvenient.

"There are whispers that Hogwarts is going to either shut down or this school year is going to be delayed," Anastasia said to Alura. "Guess that means that you're out of a job."

Alura laughed. "You know, the moment that I went against Dumbledore's grand vision, I started polishing my resume and looking for work elsewhere. Now Rose has returned, I do have another ally against him."

"No word on where Audrey Evans is," Anastasia said.

"If she disappeared, she's pretty good at covering her tracks, until she wants to turn back up again," Alura informed them. "And if someone made her disappear, you have to feel that whoever did that was good in covering up their tracks. So either way, we're not going to know, until someone wants us to know."

The group sat down for lunch.

"I'm following your example and not going to Hogwarts," Daphne said. "So, how are you going about getting private tutoring? I know it doesn't come cheap."

"Well, we've found someone who would do it for free," Kara said.

Daphne raised her eyebrow. She seemed a bit skeptical. "Even some of Harry's stature, it still doesn't come cheap."

"Well, we found some of the greatest teachers out there….it's complicated," Harry informed her.

"I'm sure Harry will explain it to you later, but since he knows about the contract, we need to make certain arrangements," Anastasia informed him.

"Why was the contract made?" Harry asked. "I'm just curious, what kind of debt was…"

"There was a long standing debt between the Potter and Greengrass families, my husband decided that instead of paying a tribute every year of forty percent of his profits, he would just marry our daughters off," Anastasia informed him. "Given the circumstances, there can be far worse families to have debts to."

Harry thought that made perfect sense.

"And I'm certain that you will go through your maturation soon, by the end of the summer," Anastasia suggested.

"Yes, if it wasn't for a snag we ran into, as Harry's magic is too unstable," Alura said. She looked at the woman.

"Why would his magic be too unstable?" Daphne asked.

"I need to have your word that none of this information leaves this room," Alura informed them all.

"I swear on my life that it won't," she responded without warning. "And my daughters will not reveal this information."

"It would break our marriage contract," Daphne informed Harry. "And I could forfeit my magic if I'm lucky."

"Azkaban is more likely," Astoria chimed in. She shuddered at the thought of it. Child abuse and breaking of marriage agreements were two crimes that were punishable by Azkaban.

"Harry has a Horcrux in him," Alura said. Daphne and Astoria seemed confused by this, having no idea what this was. "It's a piece of the soul of Lord Voldemort inside him."

"Wait, he has Voldemort inside him," Astoria said. She closed her eyes and got a very bad image in her head. "Ewww!"

"Yes, Astoria, thank you for that," Daphne said, scrunching up her nose. Both girls got a look from their mother to be quiet.

Alura thought this wouldn't be the first or last time she would need to give this particular explanation.


Nymphadora Tonks returned home to her bedroom at her house. Things were a bit quiet; it was the summer before her final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her mother wasn't too pleased about her pursuit to be an Auror, but she did give Nym her full blessing. That was what mattered.

It was her dream to be an Auror and be the best one. She had to survive her NEWTs to get to that point. Then she had to go through the three year training program to even qualify to be a junior Auror. There was even more training after that.

After all that, Nym thought that it would be worth it.

She made her way into her room. Her desk was a bit of a disaster area. She took after her father in that regard.

Nym saw a letter on her desk. She frowned when she opened it up.

Her eyes widened when she read the contents. It was a note that indicated her marriage agreement was read.

That was the first Nym ever found out about a marriage agreement. She read over the letter. That had to be some kind of elaborate prank. There was no other explanation for it. It was an extremely elaborate prank and the ink on the letter was going to change.

It would explain how every single man that tried to get close to her started to violently throw up. Here Nym thought that it was her bad breath after all of this time.

"Nymphadora, honey, I need to have a word with you."

Her mother was calling. Nym decided to shake off the cobwebs and she made her way downstairs. "I'll be down there in just a second, Mum."

Nymphadora Anne Tonks was taking this so called marriage agreement in good stride. She had some real practical jokers in her year. She wondered which one of them might be the culprit.

"Nymphadora, please sit down," Andromeda informed her daughter. "Your seventeenth birthday has passed and it's time to inform you of something. Your father's last wish was not to tell you until you were seventeen."

"Tell me about what?" Nym asked. She frowned. There was something about this she didn't like.

"It's about your marriage agreement," Andromeda said. Nym's eyebrows raised. "Don't blame the person who….well blame myself, my father, and Sirius for this one more than anyone else."

"Sirius Black, the Prisoner of Azkaban?" Nympahdora asked.

"Yes, my cousin," Andromeda commented lightly. "Your cousin too as well, but this agreement was set up in happier times. This was to prevent the Black fortune from following into the hands of the Ministry or worse the Malfoys."

Nym wrinkled here nose. The Malfoys would be pretty bad having that gold. "So, I'm getting married….can't you void the agreement?"

"Do you want Lucius Malfoy to have unprecedented power and influence over people, Nymphadora?" Andromeda asked her. "People like you will never get the foot in the door in the Ministry."

"Daughter of a Muggleborn and a blood traitor, yeah, I can see how that would be a problem," Nym agreed. "So, I'm getting married…..when is it anyway?"

"Well you got to meet him first," Andromeda explained to her daughter.

Nymphadora thought that made a lot of sense. "Who is the poor unfortunate bastard?"

"Harry Potter," Andromeda said to her daughter.

She blinked.

"You're fucking shitting me," Nym muttered, forgetting momentarily who she was talking to.

"Language, Nymphadora," Andromeda told her daughter. "And no, I'm not…..here is the full copy of the marriage agreement, if you wish to look over it."

Nymphadora Toonks took the agreement in her hands. She needed some time to process it. Andromeda nodded in understanding.

She did wish that Ted didn't make her promise to wait until Nymphadora's seventeenth birthday to tell her. The nature of the agreement prohibited Nymphadora from having relations with any other males. With any other females, that wasn't a problem. It might have seemed like an odd thing to an outsider, but in magical society, it was perfectly normal.

Necessity indicated that a wizard would have several wives, due to the fact that there were far more witches then there were wizards. Necessity also indicated that witches would have to find relief in each other many times, because the number of wizards who could handle more than three or four witches, if they were charitable was lacking.


One might have mistaken what was walking outside of a library as a pile of books with feet. There was a person that was behind the pile of books however.

A man in his late thirties with a grey beard and bushy brown hair, along with ugly glasses watched the stack of books with feet walk towards him. He was dressed in a bland grey suit. One of his most distinguishable features was his rotten teeth and two of them were also buck teeth. He could have gotten them fixed years ago, but he kept his teeth as a cautionary tale to scare his patients into having good dental hygiene.

Doctor David Granger watched his daughter make her way to the car. "Hermione, we need to go, we're going to be late."

"Coming, Dad," the stack of books with feet replied. She staggered and nearly fell over. The books could have crushed her if she made one more movement.

David Granger sighed.

The young almost twelve year old girl looked at her father through the books when she put them in the backseat of the van. The young brunette had inherited her father's hairstyle and his buck teeth as well.

Her father was a hard man to impress. Hermione focused on studying and being the very best in her class. The very best was not good enough, as her father told her that she could always do better. Hermione was determined to gain the satisfaction of her father, gain a word of praise, gain anything.

She was excited as she climbed into the front seat of the car next to her father ,who didn't even acknowledge him.

David Granger always wanted a son that he could bond with, so the fact that he had a daughter really disappointed him. He tried to care for her and he gave Hermione all of the thinks that she needed. It was just that he didn't have the emotional attachment to his daughter. His marriage with his wife took place a month after Hermione was born. The drinks were flying at the office party and nine months later, she was there.

The weird incidents started to happen involving his daughter several years ago. His highly religious parents assumed that Hermione was possessed by the devil. David had a hard enough time convincing his parents that Charlotte's book club was not some Satanic Cult.

David was very reluctant to allow Hermione to attend this school. The woman who came there claimed that if Hermione went there, she could control those outbursts. David hoped so, so she could be saved and she could live a normal life.

He had to take his daughter to the library. He was on his way home.

"Magic is going to be so interesting," Hermione piped off in the car.

David groaned. Sometimes his daughter could get too excited and he needed to nip this one in the bud.

"Hermione, you need to swear that you won't talk about that in front of Grandma and Grandpa," David told his daughter. He didn't want to get written out of the will, he was on shaking enough ground as it is.

"Okay, but why…"

"It's a special talent, it can be our little secret, just between all of us," David told her.

"Okay," Hermione said.

David managed to keep his eye on the road. He really did hope that there would be no more outbursts.

The storm raged outside when David drove home.

Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, a drunk driver skidded off of the side of the road. David couldn't get out of the way in time.

The drunk driver slammed into the back of the car and sent the Granger automobile spinning out of control. It flipped over several times and crashed hard.

Glass flew everywhere as the car slid, causing sparks to fly in every which direction. Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs, before the car finally stopped.

All was silent, and Hermione screamed again when she could see the fire that was created around the car.

"Daddy!" Hermione yelled. She was surprised that she could still move.

David Granger didn't respond. His neck twisted at an awkward angle.

The next thing Hermione knew, she was outside of the car, lying on the sidewalk. Her face was mangled by the glass.

She saw the car with her father inside blow up completely. Her eyes widened in shock as the most traumatic moment in her young life occurred before her eyes. If only she didn't have to go to the library, none of this would have happened.

Hermione's body gave way to exhaustion when she lapsed into a state of unconsciousness. She also lost a lot of blood in the process.


To Be Continued.