Chapter 6 – Freedom
Landing all on their feet except Sirius, Joseph quickly apparated back to Potter Manor leaving Sirius and Amelia in the office of Ragnok. They both looked around before they laid their eyes upon Harry, Griphook and Ragnok.
"Harry!" shouted Sirius, running over to hug him, leaving Amelia standing alone. Only when Harry started tapping Sirius did he realise that they weren't the only ones in the room. There were two goblins and also his Amelia. 'Ah crap! I forgot about her!' thought Sirius as he ran back over and pulled her over to the desk.
"Welcome to Gringotts Mr Black, Madam Bones," proclaimed Ragnok, Griphook bowing as the greeting was said. He gestured to a small couch which appeared, the two could not sit together on it fast enough.
"May your gold increase and your enemies suffer?" Sirius said carefully, when Amelia followed, he knew he did it properly.
"May your gold increase and your enemies suffer," she stated, not so much as the DMLE head, but as Sirius Black's unofficial Girlfriend.
"Mr Black it is good to see you are safe after Azkaban and we would like to get to our reason for you coming to Gringotts, your inheritances. We have three wills on record which have been read which involve you. These belong to James and Lily Potter, Walburga Black and Regulus Black. We will start with the Potters' as it is the oldest will. This is the section of the will involving you, verbatim."
'To Sirius Orion Black, I leave 200,000 Galleons and an affidavit signed in blood by Lily and Me saying Peter was our secret keeper. We think you may be blamed for our betrayal if the fidelius is broken.'
"The money has now been transferred to the Black vaults as you are no longer incarcerated. The affidavit has already been taken and used for your freedom. Now, your late brother's will."
'Sirius – Dear Brother I am sorry for what I have done. I joined the dark lord in my youth at the promise of riches and glory. I did not know how bad it would be. As you were incarcerated on false charges, I am unable to speak to you in person. I know you would never betray anybody or murder for sport. I know that you will probably never forgive me but please understand that I could no longer stand by as Voldemort did his evil. I changed sides although I could never atone for my past actions; I tried to begin the undoing of Voldemort. I discovered he created Horcruxes to keep himself immortal, one of which Kreacher is probably in possession of. As I write this, know that I love you brother and that Kreacher helped me as I lay dying, I was always his favourite.'
"Mr Black we need to speak about this Horcrux business also. This is a good revelation for us here today. Now we will read Your Mothers will pertaining to you."
'You filthy traitor! All because of you my favourite son is dead! I don't know how you did it but you killed him! I only hope that you being the new Lord Black will make you remember – YOU KILLED HIM! I was unable to remove you from the family but by Merlin I tried! If you ever turn on your family again I will return as a ghost and KILL YOU!'
"Lord Black, Congratulations. If it will make you have a nicer disposition at the new matter of Horcruxes we have to discuss, that is not the cruellest will I have had the displeasure of hearing."
"Thank you Mr Ragnok. Thank you for everything. Thank you Harry!" He suddenly shouted, hugging his Godson tightly as if he were a life preserver on the sinking titanic.
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Amelia stared at Sirius questioningly until he came over to her and kissed her passionately; causing her to instantly forget what He had just been talking about in the bliss of their love. Griphook and Ragnok were mildly intrigued by this form of human bonding but became slightly disgusted when the two broke apart and their tongues stretched out, wanting to continue.
"Now Mr Black, Horcruxes are a form of dark magic. As one of your properties is near to Gringotts, 12 Grimmauld Place, we have discovered a Horcrux is there."
"That must be what my brother's will was about. Didn't he say my house-elf would have it?"
"Yes...Indeed. Would you mind calling the elf in question?" asked Ragnok kindly.
Immediately, Sirius shouted,"KREACHER!" and with a pop a filthy looking house-elf appeared.
"Yes master," he said, mumbling afterwards," filthy master friends of mudbloods."
"Shut up Kreacher! I will not tolerate that language from you. Ever. Again."
"Mr Black can you ask him about the Horcrux?"
"Yes, sorry. Kreacher...How did Regulus die?"
"M-m-Master Regulus? Kreacher has failed him!" The elf started banging its head on the desk.
"Kreacher, Stop! Tell me what happened," said Sirius in a calm voice.
"Mr Black, it seems it would do more harm than good for him to tell us. Perhaps we could try using a Pensieve."
"That's a good idea. I don't think Kreacher can use one though. Kreacher! Pull the memories of how regulus died from your mind and put them in the Pensieve!"
"Harry, this is your projection pensive. I have had it here in use for many years and you may take it with you when you leave," said Ragnok.
"It is fine. If it's more useful to you then you can have it. I'm sure it's in one of my parents' diaries how to create it."
"That is most kind of you. Mr Black, we will use this one," pointed out Ragnok.
As Ragnok pointed to the projection Pensieve, Kreacher pulled out two long silvery worms from his head, the memories. Stepping forward with tears in his eyes, he placed the two into the bowl. Ragnok tapped two of the runes on the side of the bowl before turning around to look where everyone else was. The projection began of the first memory.
'Regulus was standing nest to Kreacher, ordering him," Kreacher, the Dark Lord wishes your services for something important. You will help him in his endeavours until he no longer needs you, at which time you will return to me."
The memory faded to another, this time in a cave.
"Foolish elf cut yourself over that rock. Now!" As Kreacher's blood dripped onto the rock, the rock disappeared to reveal a large lake. The Dark Lord stalked forth evilly to pull out his wand and summoned a boat up from the depths. "Get in you filthy half-breed!" shouted Voldemort. Kreacher did as his master commanded and obeyed the Dark Lord. As the boat glided across the water, Kreacher looked into the water, strangling off the beginnings of a cry when he saw dead bodies in the water. Hundreds of them. Kreacher looked up as he felt the boat stop. They were on an island, which had a basin in the middle that appeared to be glowing. "Get Moving elf!" shouted Voldemort. Kreacher obeyed, following the dark lord up to the basin, where he conjured a goblet. "You filthy half-breed, I brought you here to test the defences of my Horcrux. You will drink this liquid until the basin is empty or I will kill you and your master!" As Kreacher had the first drink, he began to feel nauseous. Voldemort kept force-feeding him the liquid until there was none left. Kreacher collapsed as he watched Voldemort place a golden locket into the basin, but he saw the Dark Lord conjure more of the potion to cover it. "Filthy Animal, you served your purpose...I think I'll leave you here to die. No-one must know of this." As the Dark Lord was leaving, Kreacher apparated using his house elf magicks to return to his master, Regulus Arcturus Black.
The room was the same as the first Memory, but what appeared to be at a later date due to the age showing on Kreacher's skin.
"Kreacher, I no longer serve the Dark Lord. He is dead, killed by a baby called Harry Potter. There was no body however, so I must assume what he borrowed you for is responsible for his spirit surviving," concluded Regulus.
"Master Regulus, he tooks me to a cave where he put his Hor-Crux and then he left me to die. He did not understand elf magicks. I apparated out and you saved me Master!" explained Kreacher, tears in his eyes as he remembered the pain.
"Kreacher, Is it possible for you to take me there? I need to destroy the Horcrux."
"Yes Master. But it will hurt for me to drink the poison again."
"Kreacher. Obey everything I say to you. You must. Both of our lives depend on it."
"Y-Yes Master. What does master wish?"
"I need you to take me to that cave so that I may drink the potion and recover the Horcrux. It should be there still. It will probably kill me and so I need you to take the Horcrux and destroy it."
"Y-Yes Master Regulus," replied a teary Kreacher, grabbing Regulus' arm before disapparating with a pop.
The memory faded back to the cave in which Regulus was drinking the potion.
"No, No more Kreacher. I can't drink anymore!" screamed Regulus. He was in pain.
"Master you must drink it. It's to stop dark lord voldymort. We need the hor-crux.
"Yes Kreacher. I suppose we do," moaned Regulus, in a sour mood from the deadly potion. As he drained the basin enough, a shiny gold locket came into view in the bottom which Kreacher quickly grabbed.
"Master we must go now. The bodies' will wake up and kill us!" proclaimed a scared but loyal elf. Regulus began pulling himself to the water to drink when the water started bubbling and an Inferi tried pulling under the dying man. Kreacher disobeyed him and quickly apparated them both back to Grimmauld Place.
"KREACHER! What happened?" asked a concerned Walburga Black.
"Master Regulus drank Dark Lord Voldymort's poison and is dying," wailed the elf.
"Noooo...No...Regulus...My son...Don't die!" shrieked the Black Matriarch.
Regulus died in her arms, ending the memory.'
"Kreacher, where is the locket now?" asked Sirius.
"Kreacher's nest. It is all I have left of Master Regulus," sobbed the elf.
"Kreacher, there is a great evil in it. If you bring it to us to destroy the evil; you can keep Master Regulus' locket," replied Sirius, moved by the emotions the elf was showing for his brother. With a pop, Kreacher disappeared, reappearing moments later holding the locket of Slytherin, Voldemort's Horcrux.
Holding out his hand, Kreacher reluctantly gave Ragnok the locket by which time he was already casting the spells to destroy the soul piece," Conformus Worldus Spirito Muerta," causing a small black cloud to float out of the locket, before banishing it from the land of the living.
Ragnok opened the locket, examining the pictures within of Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw, before handing the locket back to Kreacher. Kreacher proudly hung it over his head before visibly becoming happier.
"Lord Ragnok, I believe that concludes our business," said Harry, before turning to Sirius and Amelia.
"Would you two like to come back to Potter Manor with me?"
"Yes!" shouted the couple.
"Thank you both for your assistance today," said Harry, facing both Ragnok and Griphook," I will return soon to look at my vaults."
And with that, Harry bowed deeply, copied shortly after by Amelia and Sirius. Harry then looped his arms through each of theirs and bent his head to his fist, saying 'Potter Manor'. With the familiar, almost homely now pull at their navel the three disappeared, appearing moments later in Potter Manor.
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"Here we are. Potter Manor," said Harry, announcing the Grand Space they had Portkeyed into," I think Griphook will return here later, He's been my advisor over the past few days."
"Harry. This is so amazing!" exclaimed Sirius, hugging him tight, forgetting Amelia yet again.
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Clearing her throat to get his attention for a second time that day, Amelia Bones was not impressed. Her unofficial boyfriend has abandoned her twice. Suddenly, she addressed Harry," Harry, would it be possible to get myself and Sirius a bedroom? I have some talking to do with him," she stated in a grouchy voice, never letting either of them know her true intentions.
"Yes, I think I can. Joseph!" said harry as the Head Elf appeared, ready to take the two to a bedroom.
"Take these two to the room next to mine please."
"At once," he said slyly, winking at Amelia as he popped them into a bedroom.
Sirius was worried now, looking around, he saw it was only He and Amelia in the room. "Baby, I'm sorry for ign...," was all he could get out before her lips were locked against his, her body pressing up against his. Her was tongue sensuously wrestling with his tongue arousing them both. They began moving towards the bed, where they stayed until the next morning, not even realising their hunger for food.
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"Joseph, How long do you think they'll talk for?" asked an oblivious Harry.
"I would assume tomorrow morning. They haven't seen each other in many, many years. I think we should test your magical skills while they are busy," replied Joseph, not at all in the dark about what was happening upstairs.
"I think that might be fun...Let's go!" supposed Harry.
As Joseph led Harry to a practice room, Harry stopped suddenly to listen to a moaning noise coming from upstairs.
"Joseph, I think we should interrupt them. I think they might be killing each other!" said harry worriedly. He did not want to lose his godfather after just getting him back.
"I was hoping I would have this conversation or someone else would when you were more mature Harry. When a man loves a woman very much, and she loves him too, they have a choice. That choice is whether or not to share an experience, in which it is possible for a baby to be made. The man's part gets very hard which he then puts in the woman's hole which is very wet. They move back and forth for a while until the man's juice leaks into the woman. I think that Sirius and Amelia may be doing that, having sex, as they have missed each other for a very long time."
"So...they might have a baby?"
"Maybe Harry. That depends on if they use protection to stop the man leaking."
Harry suddenly felt a bit nauseous, something was happening in his mind. He understood what sex was, how it occurred and why he now knew about it.
"Joseph. Don't feel awkward but I think the magic from my rings just gave me the knowledge of sexual intercourse. And that of anatomy," said harry, cheeks tinging red.
"Thank goodness. I thought my ears would catch on fire."
"Right...I think it would be best if we went and I learnt some magic now. I think it might get my mind off it," shuddered harry, thinking about the intertwining bodies in the room upstairs.
"That would be best," replied Joseph, opening the door to the practice room.
As Harry walked in, he was gobsmacked by the room and what was in it. The whole floor was stone, but when he stepped on it, it seemed to give like a gym mat. The room was not by any means huge, it was simply a practice room. The walls were what appeared to be panelled oak with cream walls in the top half of the room. Looking up, Harry saw a vaulted ceiling, glowing orbs of light suspended slightly below it. Looking at what was actually in the room; he saw a bookshelf, some armchairs with a coffee table, a fireplace next to the chair and a shelf full of what appeared to Harry to be useless objects...
"So what do we do now?" queried Harry.
"Well, I have a list of spells here, what they do and how to do them. I was thinking you could practice them."
"Wait just a second..." said Harry as his mind was once again broadened," Would you mean charms, transfiguration and Duelling Spells?"
"Yes I do, why do you ask?" queried Joseph.
"I think I sort of know them. I think my rings of the Hogwarts founders gave me the knowledge of the spells. Should I still practice them?"
"Well...I've never heard of such a thing before...but I'm sure that practicing the magic would not hurt you, especially if you know how to do it properly. I'm sorry Harry, but I must leave you here to practice alone as I am needed elsewhere. Those materials on that shelf there can be used for charms and transfiguration, their supply is endless," said Joseph, bowing as he left Harry alone in the big room.
'Hmm...I know how to do the spells...Should I just do each one once and then go to the library? It'll take forever to see every book there...But don't my other properties have libraries too? I really need to speak with Joseph,' thought Harry in solitude.
"Joseph!" called Harry.
"What do you need?" queried the elf.
"The Library here is huge, but what about the libraries on my other properties? I won't know what to read unless I have all books, so would it be possible to enlarge the library here and in the other properties, making one copy of every book I own in each place with originals being here?"
"That would...take some time, but it will be done. I'll leave you to your studies," said Joseph before he popped away, leaving Harry alone once more.
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Hours later, Harry was exhausted. He had practiced and practiced, completing all spells for the first time. He had even conjured a practice dummy for duelling. Chest Heaving, bags under his eyes, Harry called Joseph to get some food.
As Joseph popped in, he had a smile on his face going from ear to ear. He didn't stop grinning at all during the whole process of serving Harry's food or taking the plates away. When he had been gone for 5 minutes, Harry called him back to ask about his mood.
"Joseph!" he called, waiting patiently for the happy elf.
"Yes Harry?" said Joseph jovially, popping into existence right next to Harry, causing him to jump.
"It's none of my business, but why are you so happy all of a sudden?"
Almost bouncing up and down, Joseph replied," Amanda just had our baby! I'm a father!"
Harry was gobsmacked. His elf had a baby. What would that mean? Would the baby be his elf also?
"Umm...Joseph?"
"Yes?"
"Two questions. Is it a boy or a girl? Will it be bonded to me?"
"She's a girl who we're calling Brooke. She will be bonded to you when she is old enough, probably a year from now it will be."
"Thank you Joseph, Go now. Spend some time with your new family."
As Joseph left, just after harry was finished speaking, Harry realised how tired he was. He yawned. 'I really need to go to bed,' he thought,' damn! Sirius and Amelia are up there having sex! I don't want to hear them all night...I'll just stay here..."
And with that, Harry fell asleep in front of the fire, dreaming about baby elves and magic.
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"Point Me," intoned Albus Dumbledore, looking for the still-elusive Harry Potter. Again, for the third time, his spell failed. The compass which had visualised in front of him just span around erratically.
Standing up from his desk, He apparated to the ministry of magic, hoping to look at The Book of Elders. As he arrived, he was met by Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic.
"Ah, Albus; what can the ministry do for you today?"
"I need to examine the book of elders. Right. Away," said Dumbledore, stressing the urgency of the situation with his tone.
Fudge motioned for Dumbledore to follow him. Leading Albus straight past the security checkpoint without checking their wands, they boarded an elevator bound for the Department of Records.
When the doors opened, they were met with a corridor similar to that of the Department of Mysteries. The only difference here was that you had to have authorisation to go into any room, as there were many records with secret keepers held here, the most valued being soul bonds.
"Minister Fudge, what a pleasant surprise!" announced the Head of the Department, Joline Magnold," Why is it our honour to host you down here in our humble department?"
"Headmaster Dumbledore here needs to see the book of elders. Immediately. In relation to the Boy-Who-Lived," spouted off fudge, implying that she could be fired for not complying.
"I'm sorry but that's not possible," she whispered, all confidence gone.
"WHY NOT?" demanded Dumbledore.
"Only an heir or a head of a most Ancient and Noble House can enter the room, only a Head of a most ancient and noble house can read the book. But then, only they can read about their house, not about any others," she said mousily, trying to avoid the glares being sent her way.
"Cornelius, I must gain access. The fate of our world depends on it," said Dumbledore, lying through his teeth to find out where his most valued pawn was.
"I am Minister for magic. The room will open for me!" Fudge proclaimed, calling for the room of elders.
He reached out; touching the door to see it was real. His arrogance then got the better of him. He grabbed the doorknob, expecting it to turn. It didn't. Instead, he got blasted back against the wall, instantly falling into unconsciousness.
"Fool," muttered Dumbledore, amazed by the man's stupidity. He knew that there was no way he could get into the room. His family was ancient, but not noble. Suddenly, it came to him. 'Gringotts. If I go there and manage to usurp a Lordship, I'll be able to enter'.
Albus Dumbledore mumbled an unknown incantation under his breath, allowing him to apparated directly out of the ministry. He had helped to make the wards, and the Slytherin in him knew to make a back door.
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