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Chapter 7

Artemis P.O.V

I managed to track grandpa down to Xavier's office. I knocked on the door, and Fawkes let out a trill to let grandpa know who exactly was waiting to be let in.

"Come in." Xavier's voice came.

I opened the door and entered to see that grandpa and Professor Xavier were there and so were Sirius and Remus.

"Grandpa!" I said, hugging him, in greeting, while being careful not to dislodge the firebird that was perched quite happily on my shoulder.

"Ah, Artemis! I see that Fawkes has decided it is time to become your familiar I see." Grandpa said.

"But, isn't he yours?"

"Alas, he only remained with me up until it was time for him to join you. Why do you think he showed up when you had most need of him?"

I looked at the beautiful bird in awe. He was my familiar! I lifted up my hand and stroked his red and gold feathers. He trilled. My head snapped to the side as I saw Sirius pointing his wand at Logan and standing up.

"Padfoot, what are you doing?" I asked.

His eyes were narrowed as he looked at Logan. "Even if you couldn't heal, would you do anything to protect my Goddaughter, even go so far as to die?" Sirius questioned Logan.

"Yes, I would." Logan answered immediately, his eyes locked with my godfather.

Sirius lowered his wand. "Good." He sat down then. I saw Remus roll his eyes at his friend, but I knew that if Sirius hadn't done it, he would have.

"How did you two know?" I asked.

"Hermione." They answered simultaneously.

"That girl knows everything, doesn't she?" I said.

"I think that even Miss Granger, or should I say Mrs. Malfoy, has her limits." Grandpa said.

I shrugged and conjured two more chairs for Logan and me to sit on.

"I must thank you Charles, for giving my students a safe place to stay." Grandpa said.

"It was no problem at all. Our doors are always open to those in need." Xavier said. "They are welcome to stay as long as they want."

"That is good to hear. I fear that Artemis, Hermione and Draco may not be able to return to Britain, at least in this lifetime. And all because of some idiotic prejudices against anything different."

"Something the wizarding world and the mundane one have in common I see." Charles said. "If there is anything you need help with, I will try my best to help you."

"Thank you, but for now I am just on a social visit, and to give certain… heirlooms, to their rightful owner."

Sirius and Remus perked considerably at this. "You don't mean…?" Sirius trailed off.

"I do." Grandpa said.

"What? What's going on?" I asked.

"You, Artemis, are the descendent of several powerful wizards and witches of note." Grandpa said.

"Who?" I asked. "And what property, exactly?"

Grandpa pulled out a bag from inside his cloak and pulled several small boxes out of that. He placed the boxes and enlarged them with a flick of his wrist. He motioned for me to open them.

I knelt down on the ground, and opened the largest box and quickly snapped it shut again. "Grandpa, you should know better than to trust me with deadly weaponry, especially long range deadly weaponry, that I think looks pretty, because I will use it and see how far I can shoot, or if I can hit a moving target."

"Well, it is a part of your inheritance as Ravenclaws last descendent, and not only her." Grandpa said. "Take a closer look at it." he said at my look of curiosity.

I opened the box again, and took out the pure white long bow. On the bow, and eagle was etched. The arrows had blue and silver fletchings. I placed it back in the box. "Dad was a descendent from Ravenclaw?" I asked.

"No. Your mother was."

My head snapped up to look at him. "But she was muggleborn!"

"For the last few generations, your parents had been squibs." Grandpa explained.

I nodded at the explanation, and looked in the next box. There were knives and throwing daggers in there, all with Ravenclaws symbol. The third box held Gryffindor's sword.

"Now, your father was the descendent from that founder." Sirius smiled. He looked at the final box, and the two symbols on it. "That isn't what I think it is, is it?" he asked. Grandpa nodded.

"All the books and scrolls written by Merlin and Morganna, ancestors of your father and mother respectively, Artemis." He explained. "And a few of your parents own journals of course."

I opened the box and saw that there was an undetectable extension charm on the box. I leant into it, and found that almost my whole upper body had to lean into the trunk before I could reach a book. I came out holding my father's prank journal. I flicked through it quickly, before placing it back in the box. I closed the lid, and noticed that the two non-wizards staring open mouthed.

I smiled sheepishly. "Undetectable extension charm." I said by way of an explanation. "Grandpa, these weapons are all goblin made aren't they?"

"Yeas Artemis, they are."

"Have they been paid for?"

"Well, I don't think either of your ancestors were thieves."

I rolled my eyes. "No, did money leave my vaults, and go to the goblins, when you took these items from there, to pay for my loan of them. After all, they are the goblins rightful property. That's how goblins view items that they make. On loan. I'll have to write, and authorise a payment to be taken from one of my vaults. I've gained their trust. I don't want to loose it because they think me a thief. I'd best do it now. The longer I wait, the worse it will get. I'll see you all later then." With that, I shrunk the boxes, pocketed them, and left to my room.

Once there, I wrote a letter to Director Ragnok, explaining what items I had in my position, and authorising the removable of payment that the goblins deemed suitable for the loan of the items, to me. Then, I asked Fawkes to deliver it to the Goblins. He trilled happily, and took the letter, and flashed out of the room.

There was a knock on the door. "Come in." I chimed. The door opened, and Logan entered. He closed the door behind him. "So, am I moving in with you, or are you moving in with me?" he asked.

I stood up from where I was sat and raised an eyebrow, "Who says anyone's moving in with each other? Forty eight hours is all the bond needs."

He walked over to me, and wrapped an arm round my waist, pulling me into him. I placed my hands on his chest. Logan's eyes were dark.

"I plan on claiming you as my mate at some point Artemis. We're already soul bonded, which is enough to stop me from just taking you, and showing you and everyone else that you're my mate… for now, but I 'aint letting go. You're stuck with me, and that means sharing a bed with me."

"Then I guess I'm moving rooms then." I said, and with a flick of my wrist, I had everything packing away. He smirked and looked around at the items moving round and packing themselves.

"That's gotta be handy." He said.

I chuckled. "You have no idea." I said, before he moved his head down, and claimed my lips with his.


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