Hello all, I know it's been almost a year since I last posted on this story, all I can say is that A) Life's a bitch when it comes to having a set schedule, and B) Turns out my writing skills are partially dependent on being in a happy relationship... what can I say my muse is a shipper... anyways... ... Sorry... ... here ya go...


-Malfoy Manor-

Lucius looked into the dark room, his son asleep in his bed slowly the sheets rose and fell. His son was safe, despite the face the Lord Malfoy presented to the world he did care deeply for his family. The news he had learned, that anyone would be willing to abuse a child so? Despite his loathing for the muggles he wouldn't wish that upon one of their spawn. That couldn't be the norm…

"Lucius, darling whatever are you doing?" Lucius turned his long hair swaying as he looked at the woman who was embracing him lightly from behind. "I would have thought you to stay in the townhouse."

"I had to come home dearest… I have a feeling that a great many of the townhouses are empty tonight." Lucius kissed his wife's cheek tenderly as he told her what happened as they walked away from their sleeping son, Lucius closing the door lightly.

-Longbottom Manor-

"Nuzzy," The Dowager Longbottom spoke softly as she stepped away from the fireplace, Gig her elf took her cloak and snapped his fingers having the tea poor and mix itself before gliding into her hand as she sat down. Nuzzy appeared her ears flapping slightly as she stood before the head of the household.

"The Great Lady callses?" The Longbottom Lady smiled shaking her head, even when she first entered the house while dating the late Senior Neville Longbottom the elves called her the Great Lady.

"How is he?" NUzzy was shocked by the question as was Gig and the elf who was busy tending the fire, Augusta Longbottom never asked how young Neville was.

"He's bes fine Lady, readings from the family grimoires hes been doings since you leftes for the 'Gamout. He justes passed outs quillses in hand." Augusta nodded her head and rose from her seat setting the still steaming tea cup to the side. As she moved several of the elves fell behind her curious of what she was doing. As she walked up the steps to the library the old witch thought about the treatment that they might have unfairly heaped upon him growing up. She drew her wand as she entered the room and lifted her grandson out of his chair carefully. He was a good grandson, loyal to his friends and as of this summer self improvement had taken a hold of him. Some of the plants he was cultivating were absolutely gorgeous in the primary greenhouse.

The elves all watched shocked as the lady of the house herself pulled back the boy's bedding and gently set him into bed. She lightly kissed the boy's brow as she tucked him in and left the room the door closing on its own behind her. As she walked back to the library she lit the brazzers and sat down to see what her grandson was studying.

"Gig, my tea if you'd be so kind, Nuzzy he never touched the food you brought, please dispose of it and make sure he has a hearty breakfast tomorrow for when he wakes... " Augusta picked up her son's wand and kissed it lightly as she handed it to the elf. "But first put this on his nightstand."

The elves vanished to follow their orders as the woman pulled over her grandson's notebook and the closest tome. He was trying to decypher the Longbottom shield combat style, a hard choice, there hadn't been a master of it in over 500 years, the last one was Lord Argian Longbottom, one of the major magical supporters of the Lanchesters during the War of the Roses, to this day the Longbottom's crest included a red rose in the center of the mantelling. She had faith in the boy, despite how hard she was on him she had faith on him. He was her Son's boy, and even if he didn't fully know what that meant, she did.

-The Burrow-

Molly was sitting in the kitchen surrounded by a monstrous amount of baked goods when she heard the flue roar back into life. As she moved quickly she heard a cracked sob coming from the front room. Her husband was on his hands and knees, in a rush she was next to him pulling him into a warm embrace.

"What's wrong dearest? What happened is Harriet ok?" her soothing words were stopped when he looked his wife in the eyes, he looked broken, like he had failed at everything important.

"How did we not know Molly, we saw her more than any adult outside of her teachers… how'd we miss it when we saw her over the summers…" he broke down crying again as he pulled his wife close.

"She'll be alright now that she's safe and away from them… how did we miss it damn it…"Arthur shakingly told his wife what had happened from the claims made against her to the entrance of Hardin Potter and his takeover of the wizengamot. When it came to what Hardin insinuated, arthur had to attempt it three times. By this point the couple was seated on the couch and Arthur's eyes never left the clock, his children were all in the home or safe sections and that was all that mattered to him. He now held Molly as she cried, he was hardening now, he would be there for the young witch from now on, he would make sure she was safe.

-Holding Cell for Harriet Potter, Ministry of Magic-

Harry waited outside the room with Fudge and Dumbledore as Ms. Bones was inside with the healer who was performing the examination on his niece. He dropped out of the full Hardin Persona shortly after leaving the Wizengamot chambers. He mixed just enough of himself back into the character to relax as they waited.

"Excuse me Lord Potter but I do have a question for you?" Fudge spoke first as they waited, Harry raised a brow but nodded for the man to continue. "Not to sound insensitive, but where have you been? There hasn't been a claim on the Potter's chair since the death of your brother…"

"I was a very late bloomer, my parents feared me to be a squib so they sent me to a relative of my father's who lived in Chicago, Illinois, a banker. I was going to learn how to live a muggle life that would still have been of great use to my family, I must have been around 7 at the time, James had just started school, I guess they took those memories of me from him…" Harry sipped the 'coffee' that they had given him. "But I did show signs of magic, so I was scooped up and sent to the Pines Schools, I did well especially in Defense classes and Transfiguration. I was prospected by a small firm that deals with magical incidents on behalf of people who can't afford to go through the usual means. I joined without much nudging and have worked there happily until very recently when I was hunting down a necromancer that was attempting to subvert a village in the Amazon Basin, that was where I first learned about the rest of this."

"When was that?" Dumbledore looked over his glasses, his eyes twinkled for a moment as a sour look crossed his face as he hit Harry's shields. The Lord Potter smirked as he shook his head.

"Two days ago, and that was rude Headmaster I hope you don't have a habit of using Legilimency against unsuspecting wizards." Fudge's jaw dropped at the words, if the Lord Potter was skilled enough to keep Albus Dumbledore out of his mind there was nothing that anyone else could do to get in. The door opened and a white faced Bones walked out of the room closing the door behind her. She walked straight to Harry and wrapped her arms around him.

"Thank you, thank you for taking her from that place, we drew memory samples to confirm the medical scans… there is no doubt of your right to act as Head of House defending the heiress of his family." She broke the contact and moved over to Fudge talking softly to the Minister. The headmaster looked shocked and betrayed as he heard the news.

"I… … … I apologize as much as I can Lord Potter, I, I thought that she'd be safe in the care of your sister-in-law and her family… I never thought that they'd… that anyone would…" Harry Raised a hand as he walked past the headmaster towards the door.

"Later Headmaster, for now let me comfort the only family I have left." Hardin came back fully as he spoke. He knocked twice before entering the room. Harriet was looking down tears streaming from her eyes as Healer Kelsey Willow held a hand on her shoulder. The Healer looked up and let go of the girl's shoulder motioning to the wizard to meet her a short bit from the young witch.

"I hear you're the one who saved her? That you're her uncle?" At his nod the matronly woman continued. "I think that you should understand exactly what you're in for then, she was badly abused, not just with physical and emotional and trust me there is plenty of that, but sexually as well. From what we can tell from this point, her muggle cousin and uncle worked her over pretty seriously. She is going to have nightmares, a lot of them, and while the occasional application of Dreamless Sleep Draughts is well within need it shouldn't be an all the time answer either, she will need to confront and overcome this at her own pace."

"What's the risk of long term damage to her?" A fire ignited in the woman's eyes causing HArry to rethink what he had just told her. He held up a hand pausing her as he corrected himself. "To her mental state."

"Ah, that sadly is entirely up to how strong she is, She must have internalized much of the abuse to function as well as she has thus far. You can help her, make sure that she is in a stress free state as much as possible, have her surrounded by those that honestly care for her, there are somethings that magic can't fix." The woman looked over at the girl who had saved Wizarding Britain and done several amazing things with her time in their world. "Personally I think she will overcome. I pulled you over though because we found something else in her system. Nothing severe thankfully, just a minor love potion…"

"It wouldn't happen to have been a Ashwinder Egg and Moonstone combination would it." Harry narrowed his eyes as the witch checked her chart. Ginny had tried love potions ONCE on the two of them at her mother's insistence. The aftermath was one of the few times that Harry had been truly at odds with the Weasleys. Molly's blend he found out that day was an old Prewitt one, and entirely unique.

"...Yes." The surprised answer from the Healer was replaced with a look concern when Harry heal turned his hands fisted as he stormed back out of the room. He closed the door gently behind him as he took a breath.

"Mr. Potter," Dumbledore approached carefully noticing the lord's tense frame. "Is everything as well as can be?"

"Tell me Albus." The Headmaster flinched back from the cold edge to the man's voice, it was much darker than anything else he had seen from the new lord thus far. As Harry turned, the dark glare in his emerald green eyes sent a shiver down the senior wizards spine. "If I were to say the words love potion and Weasley, what would your response be."

Albus Brian Wulfric Percival Dumbledore, Grand Sorcerer, Supreme Mugwump, Headmaster of the most prestigious school of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, one of the most powerful and knowledgeable wizards in the world did something he rarely did since his youth. Pray.

Molly Weasley, you fool.