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Chapter Four

Tying up Loose Ends

July 28th, 11 A.M., Longbottom Manor

Neville Longbottom was a shy boy. He had low self esteem and confidence. He was the favorite target of upper year bullies. But he wasn't stupid, or ignorant.

So when Harry Potter showed up on his front door, requesting to speak with his grandmother, he realized that something big has happened and something even bigger will follow. Especially considering how different this Harry Potter was from the one he had seen a little over a month ago. Taller, healthier, well dressed, exuding an aura of power and confidence – the summer break had done wonders for the green eyed Gryffindor .

"So Nev, how have you been doing this summer?" Harry inquired with a smile, his eyes hidden behind a pair of black sunglasses.

"It's been nice." Neville smiled hesitantly. "I had the chance to work in the greenhouse as much as liked. Studied a bit… though I doubt that will help me any."

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself, Nev. You just need to have some more confidence in yourself, and things would be much easier for you… though I admit, having Snape breathing down your neck as you brew a potion is just as unnerving to me as it is to you." Harry chuckled before falling silent as they entered an office where Augusta Longbottom stood behind a desk.

"Welcome, Mister Potter." she nodded as she stood up to greet him.

"Thank you for accepting to see me, Mrs. Longbottom." Harry smiled, though Neville, who had seen him smile earlier, realized that this time it was strained. "I have some important business to discus with you."

"Very well. Neville, leave us." she said without sparing her grandson a second glance. As soon as Neville closed the office door after him, she spoke up again. "So, what do you need to discuss with me, Mr. Potter?"

"First of all, it's Lord Potter." Harry flashed his ring and with that simple action there was a shift of power between them.

"I see. Congratulations." the old woman nodded slowly. "Do sit down."

"Thank you." Harry nodded as he took the seat directly in front of her. "The reasons for why I am here are mostly less then pleasant, so I'll start with the good news first." Harry paused before smirking. "In the past week Rabastan, Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange have died in that exact order, at a day or two difference." he paused for effect as the old woman's sharp intake of breath before continuing. "Rabastan apparently went completely crazy and killed himself bashing his brains into his cell's wall, his brother noticed at some point and since their cells were facing each other he tried to get to him through his cell's bars. Suffice to say, he found out that his head is not harder then those bars. As for Bellatrix… well, she tried to get to them as well, but apparently it was due to sudden cannibalistic impulses." Harry grimaced.

Flashback

"Come on, Bella dear, don't you want to come closer to you beloved and your brother-in-law?" Eva mocked as she pulled at the magical strings she was using to control Bellatrix like a puppet.

"You'll pay for this!" Bellatrix said in what she wanted to be a scream, but due to the modified silencing charm it merely came out as a whisper. "The Dark Lord will avenge us! He will bathe in your blood! He will AAAGHH!" she gasped as she was forced to bite some of her own fingers off.

"Aww, you're feeling hungry!" Eva cooed evilly. "Maybe thirsty as well? I always found blood satisfying booth of those needs, why don't you try it as well? Your own."

With that she forced Bellatrix's jaw to bite more of her forearms off, letting her blood flow freely as her face was painted red.

Flashback End

"Why have I not heard of this before?" Augusta demanded.

"I believe that it will be on the front page of tomorrow's Daily Prophet. It has been a long investigation due to those three being prominent supporters of Voldemort." Harry rolled his eyes at her flinch. "I merely received word so soon due to circumstances that brought me here."

"Circumstances?" Augusta inquired.

"Yes. You see, before becoming a Lestrange, Bellatrix was a Black. And due to my godfather designating me as his inability to father children, I am also Lord Black." Harry revealed the Black family ring, causing the woman's eyes to bulge.

"Lord of two Ancient and Noble Houses and not even fourteen yet! Merlin!" Augusta thought in shock.

"Also, due to breach of the marriage contract between Rodolphus Lestrange and Bellatrix Black, more precisely the part concerning heirs, I am now in position to claim the title of Lord Lestrange along with all their possessions." Harry revealed. "But I don't want it."

"What?" Augusta asked in shock.

"I don't want it. I have no need for another title or more money." Harry explained. "But I do think that it would be fitting for a Longbottom claim them, considering the crimes of the Lestranges against your family."

"I take it Neville told you and the rest of his friends about his parents." Augusta sighed sadly.

"No, he did not say a word about his parents." Harry said, much to his shock. "After all, what purpose would that serve? Earn pity? Give further information for insults to Death Eaters spawns?"

"He should not be ashamed to…" Augusta began angrily.

"Be silent." Harry hissed coldly and she was immediately silenced, a fear that she never experienced enveloping her. "He is far from ashamed. He is quite proud of who and what his parents were; he merely has enough comparison to them at home and would rather be himself at school, not just his father's son."

"W-What do you mean?" she asked shakily.

"You disgust me. You allowed your pettiness and grief to blind you for over twelve years and you've been trying to make Neville a replacement for his father." Harry said clearly, the temperature dropping further. "Get this through your delusional senile head: Neville is not Frank. He is his own person, and what you've done to him over the years is criminal in my eyes. You've raised him to believe that he is incapable of anything, just because that you think he doesn't match up to his father's standards. Said standard coming from a twenty year old man, not a pre-teen. You've abused him, tried to force his magic out of him. Do you have any idea what could have happened?"

Augusta was frozen in her seat, seating heavily and shivering from cold and fear. She shook her head slowly.

"It would have been remarkably similar to trying to stamp out the magic out of him." Harry said darkly, causing the last bit of color to disappear from the elder Longbottom's face as her eyes widened in horror. "You could have killed him or worse."

He allowed her a couple minutes to digest what she had learned before continuing.

"I intend to give Neville the Lestrange Lordship and once he has it he'll legally be an adult, so he will be able to assume the Longbottom Lordship as well." Harry paused before giving him a glare causing her to flinch. "But he's not ready for this. The way you molded him, to make him obey your every worthless command, he'll be eaten alive in the political arena. He needs to learn how to be a lord. So I'm taking him for the rest of the summer to teach him everything he needs to know."

"I… I see. Very well. But his birthday…" Augusta began.

"Considering that Alice is my godmother, I think it's about time Neville and I spend our birthdays together, especially considering that they're on consecutive days." Harry said coldly in as tone that left no argument as the air got even colder. "I will ensure he enjoys it this time, not spend it with old geezers."

"Very well." Augusta nodded quickly.

Getting up, Harry headed to the door. Before touching the handle, he looked over his shoulder.

"Don't bother seeing us out; I'll have Neville pack his things and we'll be off." Harry said before leaving the office and closing the door behind him, leaving behind a terrified and trembling old woman.

"Harry?" Neville inquired as he caught sight of him. "Is everything alright?"

"More then alright, Nev." Harry smirked. "You're spending the rest of the summer with me. Come on; let's get your things packed."

"Wha?" the Longbottom heir blinked in shock.

Half hour later, after Harry had magically packed Neville's things, the two were taken by Portkey before Nr. 12 Grimmauld Place. Giving him a slight push, Harry led his fellow Gryffindor inside.

"What is this place, Harry?" Neville asked a bit warily.

The house was cleaner then it had been in twenty years, but the dark themes remained unchanged.

"This, Neville, is a house I inherited when I became Lord Black." Harry smiled as he led Neville upstairs.

"Lord Black!" Neville exclaimed and nearly fell down the stairs as he lost balance. Thankfully, Harry caught him.

"Yes, I inherited it from my godfather, Sirius Black." Harry nodded.

"The murderer?" Neville asked warily.

"Well, no. You see, he's innocent actually. He was sent to Azkaban without a trial… or any evidence for that matter." Harry said irritably.

"What? Are you sure?" Neville asked in shock.

"Oh, yes, quite sure. He told me himself when I met him the night after our Divination Exam." Harry chuckled. "And considering that Peter Pettigrew, someone Sirius supposedly killed, was there as well and confessed to killing those muggles, there is no doubt about his innocence."

"B-But why is he still being hunted down then?" Neville demanded.

"Well, part if it is because Pettigrew escaped when professor Lupin, who saw him as well, transformed due to the full moon that night. Another part was Snape showing off before we caught Pettigrew and getting in our way so we had to knock him out. When he woke up, he said that Sirius Confunded us. Of course, I doubt he would have helped even if he was awake, worthless scum that he is." Harry growled. "Of course, there's the fact that our beloved Minister Fudge was the one that brought Sirius in, so everyone finding out that he was innocent would probably end his career."

"What are you going to do then?" Neville asked and if anything, he was unsettled by the evil smirk Harry was now sporting.

"Well, I won't give you all the details right now, but suffice to say they'll regret the day they were born just as much they'll regret letting people like Lucius Malfoy bribe their way out of prison." Harry chuckled.

"Okay… now you're scaring me." Neville gulped.

"That's good, Neville, fear isn't all bad. Fear keeps people alive, helps them avoid dangerous situations." Harry nodded approvingly.

An hour later, after Neville had settled in, Harry led him to the drawing room where Harry had Neville sit on the couch while he took the armchair in front of him.

"Now, Neville, there are several reasons why I brought you here. Do you want to start with good news or bad news?" Harry inquired.

"Um… Good news." Neville said.

"Well, for starters, the Lestranges are dead." Harry said bluntly. "They went completely mad and killed themselves in Azkaban, one after another over the course of the last week."

"A-Are you serious?" Neville asked as he had jumped to his feet.

"Yep. Bellatrix tried to eat herself… yeah, you don't want details." Harry grimaced as Neville turned green. "Anyway, as Bellatrix was originally a Black, through a clause of her marriage contract I get all their stuff, including the title as Lord Lestrange." Harry paused. "I don't want it, and don't need it. So I'm passing it all to you. It seems fitting, don't you agree?"

"Y-You making me a Lord?" Neville squeaked. "And all they had? Merlin, Harry, they're among the richest magical families!"

"Neville, I don't need the money. As far as I care, you could throw it all to charity. But I just thought that it should be you doing it." Harry explained.

"So… you heard about… my parents?" Neville inquired hesitantly.

"Yes, I heard quite a lot about them. Including that Alice is my godmother." Harry said, earning wide eyes from Neville. "I understand why you never mentioned them at school. I can partially relate, not having my parents either as I grew up, though it can't compare to how painful it must be for you. I won't tell anyone at school. It's up to you if you want anyone to know."

"Thank you, Harry." Neville said relieved. "But still? Lord?"

"Yes. With making you Lord Lestrange, you'll officially be and adult and thus take the mantle of Lord Longbottom as well." Harry explained.

"I… I don't think I can do this Harry…" Neville said nervously as he began to pace.

"I KNOW you can't do this." Harry said bluntly. "That's one of the reasons you're spending the rest of the summer with me. To learn how to be Lordly."

"Oh. If you put it like that… do you think I'll be ready by the time school starts?" Neville asked nervously.

"I'm certain of it." Harry smiled.

"So, what are the other reasons?" Neville sat back down.

"Well, one would be to get you away from that annoying old harpy you call grandmother." Harry said, causing Neville to splutter. "I need to only look at you and know that it's entirely her fault that you have so little confidence and self esteem, and that you do so bad in class. She's senile. She's been trying to turn you into a copy of you father, and when she realizes she failed she takes it out on you with insults. Am I right so far?" Neville's silence was all the confirmation he needed. "Hell, she's even forcing you to use your dad's wand! Listen to me, Nev. You are NOT your father and you will never be, just like I am Harry Potter, NOT James Potter. You have your own talents, your own way of doing things. Your parents would be proud of you no matter what path you took even if it wasn't the same to theirs. I'm going to pound confidence into you even if I have to crack your head open and stuff it in, you hear me? By the beginning of the school term, I want you confident enough to walk over the Snape and kick him in the balls… well, I'm not telling you to do it, but you get what I'm trying to say."

"I… I can't do this Harry! I'm not that good! I'm just Neville…" the Longbottom heir lost his nerve.

"Nev, what if I told you that you could have been the Boy-Who-Lived?" Harry leaned back.

"What?" Neville asked confused.

"Before we were born, a prophecy was made. It said that at the end of the seventh month of that year, a child with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord would be born to a couple that survived Voldemort three times. Your and my parents." Harry said and was pleased that Neville did not even flinch at the name, though it was probably due to shock. "Voldemort found out only that much of the prophecy through a spy. There was more to it, though. Apparently, he was supposed to mark the child as his equal."

"He chose you." Neville whispered in horror.

"I think he actually intended to kill us both. He merely started with me because I was similar to himself in terms of parentage, a halfblood." Harry shrugged.

"WHAT?" Neville exclaimed.

"Yep. His mother was a pureblood witch, but his father was a muggle she used a love potion on. When the potion wore off, the guy left her alone in London, pregnant. She died right after she gave birth to one Tom Marvolo Riddle." Harry wrote it in flames in the air and rearranged the letters into 'I am Lord Voldemort'. "As you can see, he didn't like his name once he found out that his father was muggle. Anyway, that's the reason why the Lestranges attacked your family in particular. They knew about your viability for the prophecy and thought your parents had the answers they wanted."

"Damnit." Neville held his face in his hands.

"And do you know who was the Death Eater who delivered part of the prophecy to Voldemort? The one that condemned our families to death and torture?" Harry whispered darkly.

"Who?" Neville growled.

"Severus Snape." Harry spat.

"Snape?" Neville asked in shock. "Are you sure? Does Dumbledore know…?"

"Considering that I know this from memories I ripped out of Voldemort himself, I'm sure. And Dumbledore knows alright. After all, the prophecy was made to him, and his brother was the one who threw out Snape when he was caught eavesdropping." Harry said darkly. "Hell, who do you think kept Snape out of Azkaban? Dumbledore, of course."

"You sound like you really don't like Dumbledore right now." Neville said.

"Not only did he want Voldemort to attack so he can 'mark his equal', he also made sure I was raised by abusive muggles who hate magic, he allowed Sirius to go to Azkaban without trial, and let's not forget what he lured me into at school over the years, like with the Cerberus and the Chamber of Secrets. He's been using me as a pawn, molding me into his weapon. I refuse to be anyone's puppet, especially not Dumbledore's." Harry growled.

"Are you sure? I mean, he's Dumbledore!" Neville asked with no small fear.

"Neville, you know that two years ago the Chamber of Secrets had been open. It was due to a cursed diary that possessed Ginny Weasley. The Diary was made fifty years ago when Voldemort himself opened the Chamber and killed Moaning Myrtle." Harry told him. "Dumbledore was Transfiguration teacher back then. Furthermore, Dumbledore was the only person besides Voldemort who knew that Voldy was a parselmouth. But he let Voldemort walk away and let Hagrid take the blame when he was framed. And right after that, he made sure Hagrid stayed at Hogwarts thinking that he owed Dumbledore. Tell me, what does that tell you about Dumbledore?"

"He… he…" Neville was staring.

"To him, everyone else is pawns for him to manipulate, expendable pawns." Harry explained.

"I… I need to think about this." Neville held his head in his hands.

"Sure. I kinda overwhelmed you. I'll leave you alone for a while to think things through." Harry nodded as he got up and left. "I'll be in the Kitchen if you need me, it's in the basement."

Nearly two hours later Neville joined Harry at the kitchen table, accepting the offered bottle of butterbeer with a grateful nod. After a few more seconds of silence, he looked Harry in the eye with more determination than Harry had ever seen from the boy.

"How do we do this?" Neville asked, causing Harry to smile.

"We'll start with improving you. Tell me, what do you know about Occlumency?" Harry began with a wide smirk.

July 28th, 11 A.M., Potter Manor

Appearing before the front door in a twisting sphere of wind and light, Harry gently placed down the two very large boxes which had a Feather-light Charm on them and quickly cast the Tempus and Calendario spells, verifying the date and time of day he was in. Nodding in satisfaction, he placed the Cassiopeia he was holding in his left hand back in an inner pocket, and levitated the boxes after him.

"I'm back!" Harry called out as he walked through the hallway and into the dining room where he placed the two boxes on the table.

"How did it go?" Eva's voice was heard from upstairs as she walked down the stairs.

"Not as well as I hoped, but we got everything done." Harry replied.

"Oh?" the blonde inquired as she walked into the room.

"His Occlumency isn't as good as I hoped, but it's still slightly better then what Voldemort remembers of Snape's so it should suffice as long as he won't go head to head with Dumbledore or Voldemort." Harry explained.

"What about everything else?" Eva asked as she opened one of the boxes to reveal a Diorama Sphere containing mostly sea, with a few islands scattered a around.

"Well, I got him physically in shape." Harry began counting on his fingers. "I got rid of those bindings on his core – thankfully, not only were they far, far weaker then mine, but their purpose was less to limit his power and more to fluctuate it, making it harder to control. His casting speed is up to par. His spell knowledge in DADA and Charms is up to OWL level and in Transfiguration is up to fourth year. Surprisingly enough, his Potions theory is up to sixth year, mostly do to his phenomenal knowledge of Herbology for which he could probable take his NEWT right now. His potion making is far, far better now that he has Occlumency, which helps him pay attention and ignore distractions… though he still isn't some genius potion master, he simply has enough practice and confidence to brew adequately." he shrugged. "I drilled into him enough about politics and etiquette, taught him who to watch out for, had him take dance lessons for the upcoming Yule Ball… and gave him a few pieces of advice on girls, though I'm still pretty clueless myself." he chuckled nervously.

"Don't worry, most men are." Eva smirked. "Clueless that is."

"I'm learning!" Harry said defensively. "Oh, and I swore him to secrecy as well." he remembered.

"Anyway, it's time to get to the last round of this summer." Eva smirked.

Flashback

Round 1

"Let me get this straight." Harry rubbed his temples. "While I was resting from my transformation, you built a time machine called Cassiopeia which is far superior to a Time Turner, and went back in time a few years. Then, you visited a few places around the world where Voldemort had hidden properties and hideouts, broke through the wards, and then took the buildings and surroundings and shrunk them into some glass orbs called Diorama Spheres?"

"Yes. I'm glad you understand." Eva smirked.

"Oh, I understand what you did. I just don't know why." Harry looked at her skeptically.

"Because not only did I take the majority of Voldemort's hidden resources, I also created training grounds for you to use." Eva rolled her eyes as she pointed at what looked like a portion of the Pacific Ocean, islands and all. "Inside those Spheres, time goes faster. A day in there means an hour outside. There are magical portals that transport people in and out. This way was can accelerate your training."

"Oi… won't I age accordingly?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"Well, my previous disciple started aging slower after mastering Magia Erebea, and after a while stopped aging altogether." Eva shrugged.

"WHAT?" resounded though Nr. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Now then, let's start with the getting you in shape physically and mastering the magic of this world." Eva completely ignored his outburst. "I'm sure you noticed, but while you slept I removed the seal on Voldemort's knowledge in your mind. So you'll have to master all that first…"

Round 2

"GAH!" Harry cried out as he was pierced through the shoulder by another stone spike that rose from the ground. "Damnit!"

"Come on, Potter, do you want to die or something?" Eva chuckled darkly as she clapped her hands and the water in the atmosphere was compressed and cooled into several sharp and thick icicles that flew at Harry.

Hitting the stone spike with his left hand Harry used the deconstruction alchemy to break it in two before painfully clapping his hands with part of the spike still in his shoulder and slamming them into the ground, transmuting a stone wall to block the projectiles and Eva's line of sight, long enough to rip out the spike.

He then jumped away just in time as hundreds of razor sharp needles pierced through the wall. Glaring at Eva, he clapped his hand before snapping his fingers at Eva, igniting the Oxygen in twin fiery streams, which she dodged easily.

"Come on, is that all an alchemist that has gained all the knowledge the Gate of Truth can do?" Eva mocked.

"She says that like she doesn't have the same advantage." Harry mentally rolled his eyes before his real eyes widened in fear at the trembling ground all around him.

"Ohh fuck…"

Round 3

"Sagitta Magica, Series Glacialis!" Eva's voice echoed in the frozen wasteland as hundreds of arrows of ice rained towards Harry who was flying a few hundred feet away from her.

"Apes Igniferae!" Harry called out as a hundred wasps of compressed flames darted to intercept the arrows, exploding on contact and taking out a few at the same time. Using Koku Shundo he disappeared from his spot in the air and appeared a few meters away, out of the reach of the Ensis Exsequens that Eva had just tried to cut him in half with. Pointing his right hand towards her he called out "Dextra Emittam! Nivis Striges!"unleashing dozens of white owls of ice at Evangeline.

"Reflexio!" Eva snapped her fingers and the owls hit her barrier before shooting back towards Harry.

"Fuck!" Harry growled as he used Koku Shundo to dodge before using it again to appear behind Eva, cocking his fist back "Sinistra Emittam! Flagrantia Rubicans!" he unleashed a blast of fire at Eva who merely batted it away with her hand coated in ice magic… before her eyes widened and she disappeared, but not without leaving behind as small trail of blood.

She appeared a few meters away, glaring at the smirking Harry as she put pressure on the cut in her side. Smiling in satisfaction and knowing that the gig was up, Harry cancelled the invisibility spell he had placed on one of the two spears that composed his pactio artefact, the Gae Buidhe, the other being the Gae Dearg, the Yellow Rose of Mortality and the Crimson Rose of Exorcism respectively.

He was quite happy with his new weapons, as the Gae Buidhe left wounds that could not be healed either naturally or by magic while the artefact was out or while the spear was intact, while the Gae Dearg had the ability to nullify magic and cancel enhancement and the flow of mana through what it cut.

"So you want to play in the big leagues already, Harry…" Eva smirked dangerously as she began to radiate huge amounts of magic. "Very well… Lic Lac La Lac Lilac! Veniant Spiritus Glaciales Obscurantes!"

"Crap!" Harry gulped as he began chanting as well, not having any delayed spells of that level. "Tenebris gelida flamma fulgur! Veniant Spiritus Ignis Obscurantes! Cum Flammatione…"

"Cum Obscuratione Flet Tempestas Nivalis!" Eva chanted.

"Flet Tempestas Igneasus!" Harry caught up.

"Nivis Tempestas Obscurans!" Evangeline unleashed her twister of ice and darkness.

"Ignis Tempestas Obscurans!" Harry retaliated and his twister if fire and darkness collide with hers… and before he knew it he had been blasted towards the ground where he hit and lay in a crater as his wounds healed themselves.

"Okay, enough warm-up for now. Let's get to the real training." Eva grinned from the side of the crater, her wound healed as the spear shattered on impact with the ground.

She only received a groan in response, which earned more evil laughter from her.

Round 4

"…You're joking… right?" Harry asked as he stared.

"Of course not. You need to do it. It's not that hard, you know. I was capable of it even while inside you, so you will be capable of doing it as well on your own, even if you won't have the same proficiency." Eva explained.

"That's not what I meant!" Harry exclaimed before quickly quieting down and glancing quickly at them. "It's immoral. I mean, this is kidnapping and theft. I don't mind that you did it when the situation presented itself, but gathering all of these…"

"Hehehe… you and your silly morals, Harry." Eva chuckled in amusement. "How else did you think I got my ice affinity so great that I can freeze anything I wish with a mere touch and a drop of magic? Back home, people thought that I created Magia Erebea when I was weak and then stopped using it when I got stronger. What only a handful of people realized was that I got stronger and continued to grow stronger since Magia Erebea was always active, but merely in its passive form. Just by being in a place with a lot of ambient magic made me stronger. But at the beginning I had to use it actively until I had my affinities up to snuff."

"So you travelled around the world and…" Harry asked incredulously.

"Why do you think I became so infamous so quickly?" Eva smirked evilly. "Don't worry though. With time travel, Metamorphagus abilities, my customized Pepper-Up potions, and generous use of stasis spells and memory charms, they won't even know they were missing… the ones that get to return, that is." she chuckled darkly.

"Oh." Harry blinked. "For a while I though you would let them go and have them come after me for revenge as a means of training."

"Hm… maybe next time." Eva said thoughtfully, earning an eye twitch from Harry.

Sighing to himself, Harry looked at the several dozen stasis cages and tried to recognize as many species as possible: Incubus, Preta, Devil, Demon, Ammit, Frost Wyrm, Yuki-Onna, Chinese Fireball Dragon, Griffin, Harpy, Sylph, Hippogriff, Dark Elf, Werewolf(Fenrir Greyback), Ifrit, Kitsune, Salamander, Raiju, Chinese Thunder Dragon, North American Thunderbird AKA Thunder Phoenix, Hydra, Nymph, Leprechaun, Ennedi Tiger, Lynx, Cockatrice…

"This is going to be a long month." Harry mentally sighed as his Magia Erebea flared and darkness seeped out of him, darting to its first target: the expendable Fenrir Greyback.

Flashback End

"Right." Harry smiled, knowing that it wasn't him who would suffer this time. "Dobby?"

"Yes, Master Harry Potter sir!" the elf appeared with a loud POP.

"I want you to go to this location…" he handed him a piece of paper with coordinates Evangeline obtained through scrying "find my godfather, Sirius Black, and stun him before he notices you. Then bring him here." Harry grinned as Dobby bowed and Apparated away.

"We have enough time to hook these two up with the others. Let's go." Eva instructed as she took the sea Diorama Sphere and headed upstairs.

Nodding, Harry opened the second box to reveal another Sphere, this time holding a large marble castle that Eva named Lebenschilt II, placed on a tall cliff overlooking the sea. Taking it upstairs to the first floor, he entered what was once a conference room to reveal eight Diorama Spheres arranged in a circle on pedestals around a ninth empty pedestal, one of the eight Spheres being the one Eva had brought from downstairs.

Placing it on the central pillar, he backed away so that Eva would have enough space to connect it to the others. As he watched her work with the foreign magical runes, he could not help but be in awe. He had the entire Hogwarts curriculum of Ancient Runes from Voldemort's memories and comparing that to the beauty and complexity of this diagram would be like comparing a brick to a statue. He had learned some of the basics of the Latin, Greek, Norse and even Ostian Magi runes as he learned the elemental spells, a step necessary in understanding the manifested magical circles and how to use them properly, but this was on an entirely different level. He watched with rapt attention Eva's every move and regretfully looked away when Dobby appeared next to him with an unconscious and very dirty Sirius Black.

"Done!" Eva announced as she looked back and noticed Sirius.

"That's him, huh? This will take a while." Eva muttered.

"Well, let's take him inside and get started then." Harry shrugged. "Dobby, this time it would be best for you to stay here and look after Manor. If we need your help with anything, we'll call for you. In the meantime, I want you to clean up this house perfectly and…" he glanced at Eva "You took what we need from the Potter Library, right Evangeline?"

"Yes. I put the books along with the others we took from the Black, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw libraries on the subjects we might be interested in." Eva nodded before snapping her fingers. "Right, I forgot the computers I bought as well as the other materials."

"I still don't understand why you would bother. You know that magic and technology don't mix well, don't you?" Harry asked curiously.

"I have a few ideas…" Eva smiled mysteriously as Dobby kept Apparating back and forth bringing nearly fifty large boxes in total, with ten extremely large ones.

"Eva… I though you said that it was risky to travel to the future." Harry said blankly as he eyed the fabrication dates on some of the boxes.

"I come from the 25th century of my world. And I have pretty good idea on what would be fabricated when." Eva informed him. "There's no way I'll be using 20th century junk. Be happy I only went a couple decades into the future. Don't worry, I was under disguise and went to muggle American shops so I did not see anything that could affect our lives in the Wizarding World." Eva assured him before adding as an after though "And on a completely unrelated note, we should invest in Microsoft and Telecommunications companies for the next decade."

"Completely unrelated, I'm sure." Harry smirked.

Taking advantage that electronics reacted badly to magic only when they had electricity running through them, they shrunk the boxes and entered the Diorama Spheres dragging Sirius with them.

"Welcome, Master." a green haired, green eyed woman in a maid outfit greeted them with a bow. "Welcome, Harry."

"How have things been since we left, Chacha-one? Any problems at all?" Eva inquired.

"No, Master. We have finished organizing the books you brought and placed the materials in storage so they won't spoil."

"Good, good. Return to your duties." Eva instructed as he led Harry into the castle.

"Damn, I still can't get used to it. I can't believe you were able to use the blanked souls of the Lestranges to make three homunculus maids." Harry shook his head.

"I had plenty of practice with my puppets. It's convenient that I was able to make realistic bodies to bind the souls to this time. With that done, I just needed to give them the basic pack of skills that I had all my servants know and that was it." Eva shrugged.

"Not to mention that they're not bad on the eyes." Harry commented.

"Hmph, and here I was thinking of giving you a strip show tonight. Oh well…" Eva shrugged in mock sadness, amused by the way Harry's eyes bulged and glazed at the same time. "Perverted brat."

"Hey, I'm a healthy teenager! It's not my fault my mind wonders when you say things like that! And the fact that you look like in your mid teens does not help at all." Harry argued.

"Oh? Does the thought of my body make you horny?" Eva teased as she flicked his nose.

"Very." Harry nodded resolutely.

"Where the hell did you get this perverted and flirting streak, I don't know." Eva laughed as she shook her head.

Harry merely gave her a pointed stare, which she completely ignored.

Reaching the wing designated as the Infirmary, Harry laid Sirius on a bed after casting a few cleaning spells on Sirius's clothes and Sirius himself.

"Chacha-three!" Eva called.

"Welcome, Master, Harry." the woman physically identical to Chacha-one but dressed in a nurse uniform greeted them. "What can I do to be of service with?"

"I need you to prepare a recovery regime for Sirius Black here." Eva pointed at the ragged man. "Nutrition potions, muscle growth stimulation potions, nerve healing potions, bone strengthening potions, detoxification potions, mind clearing elixirs, cheering elixirs, wit sharpening potions, magic enhancement potions, as well as a few drops of the perfected Elixir of Life that I made." Eva finished, thinking back on how she realized, after obtaining the last bit of knowledge from the Gate of Truth, that the Philosopher's Stone Flamel had made was slightly flawed.

It was for that reason that Eva could not gain that bit of knowledge from the Stone. The Elixir of Life the imperfect Stone had produced was also different from what it should have been. In reality, there were three separate Elixirs that had to be separated from the clear liquid the Perfect Stone would have produced, each with its own effects.

The first was the one accessible to the Flamels for all those centuries, which stopped the passage of time for the body for a period of time in accordance to the quantity consumed.

The second, and the one Voldemort was hopping to use to return to power, had the power to restore the body to full health even if there was nothing left of the body at all.

And the final one, the one Eva considered the true Elixir of Life, or maybe Elixir of Youth, had the effect of regressing the body to a younger form in accordance to the quantity consumed.

Even without a Philosopher's Stone, it was rather easy for Eva to create the Elixirs, as they were not part of the Stone but a result of transmutation using the Stone as a focus. Knowing what the end result should be like and what it's made of was more then enough for a person with few scruples like Eva, as she quickly gathered the needed ingredients and transmuted them into the mixed elixir before using another transmutation to separate them in the three different ones. It was difficult, true, as she had to draw some particularly complex circles for both transmutations, but she had plenty of time.

"Get him something light but tasty to eat and make him take a bath when he wakes up. THEN he can come looking for us." Harry grinned. "We'll be in the library. I want to review on the mind healing procedures."

"I still say we should wipe his entire memory of Azkaban. It would be easier that way." Eva muttered.

"Yeah, but the trauma is too deeply rooted into his subconscious. I'm pretty sure being terrified of something you can't even remember would be worse for him. You said so yourself last time we talked about this." Harry raised an eyebrow.

"I know. I'm just getting bored of this monotony." Eva sighed.

"Ah, you poor thing." Harry placed his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. "Don't worry, once this is done we can start terrifying the Wizarding World and overthrowing the government."

"You just know how to make a girl, happy, don't you?" Eva smiled with wide, innocent eyes… before both of them burst into laughter.

A couple hours later, as the two of them were reading comfortably in the library, Sirius Black burst in wearing a dark red bathrobe with golden linings.

"Harry!" Sirius cried as he jumped and hugged Harry tightly.

"I'm fine, Sirius, nothing bad happened to me." Harry tried to calm him down.

"But it did to me!" Sirius croaked out. "That hot evil nurse nearly drowned me and rubbed my skin raw! My ass still hurts too much for me to sit down."

"Ah…" Harry understood. "You didn't want to take a bath, did you?"

"I was perfectly fine the way I was!" Sirius protested.

"My nose begged to differ." Harry grunted. "Sirius, allow me to introduce Evangeline A.K. McDowell, my mentor, best friend and confidant, as well as the one that made this all possible."

"Charmed, I'm sure." Eve said as her lip twitched at how Sirius was still hugging Harry.

"I won't force you to go back there right at this moment." Harry said exasperatedly.

"Oh, good." Sirius finally let go with a relieved smile. "I want to thank you for helping my godson. I'm in your debt." he bowed to Evangeline.

"It's fine, I have interest in helping him as well." Eva said carelessly. "Now, have a seat and we'll explain the situation.

Harry was wondering whether they should tell him about the Lestranges before informing him that he's sterile. Or maybe tell him about their planned trip to Las Vegas. THAT would surely cheer him up.

A.N.: Well, here's chapter four, just as promised. Thank you for the reviews, and please keep them coming. They inspire me, especially the ones with suggestions.

Due to such inspirational reviews, I decided to post a new poll on my profile regarding Harry's relationship with Evangeline. Please drop by and vote.

Custom Spells used in this chapter:

Ignis Tempestas Obscurans! (Firestorm of Darkness)

Latin: "Veniant Spiritus Ignis Obscurantes! Cum Flammatione Flet Tempestas Igneasus! Ignis Tempestas Obscurans!"

English: "Come, Spirits of Fire and Darkness! O Firestorm which Blows with Darkness! Firestorm of Darkness!"

Nivis Striges (Owls of Snow / White Owls)

Latin: "Pareo pactum quod servo mihi. Recolligo, phasmatis glaciales…"

English: "Obey the contract and serve me. Gather, spirits of frost…"